Late night visit from Juliet

John wakes to a knock at his door. "John?" his sister Juliet whispers. "John, are you up? I can't sleep. Can we talk?"

John rubs the sleep from his eyes and look at the clock. It's 1:23 AM. "Julie? What the heck do you want now?"

"Just open the door, Oedipus!" she shot back in a little less than a whisper.

John gets up, slip on some sweatpants and unlock the door. "Are you going to black mail me or something?" he asks her.

Juliet steps in and locks the door behind her. "The thought did occur to me, but right now I just need some answers."

John sits on his bed, his sister standing over him. "You saw what happened, so what do you need to know?" he ask defensively

She sets her hands on her hips, which pulls her rather short T-shirt/nightgown up about an inch or so, showing the very bottom her pink panties. "First, I want to know how long this has been going on."

"It's the first time," he admits. "Actually, technically it was my first time, period."

Juliet has to control herself to keep from shouting. Thus in a pressed voice, "You lost your virginity to MOM!"

"Well, it just kind of… happened."

"And how does something like that just HAPPEN?" he can see tears starting to well up behind her glasses.

John recounts the whole situation, the cyber-sex with Maria, mom walks in, pounces, and lost in a sea of lust he pounce back. "I guess we were both just so horny, we couldn't think about the moment. And it happened so fast…"

Juliet sits next to him and rests her head on his shoulder. "Stupid, mother-fucker." John feels a drop of moister on his shoulder. Looking over he realize she is crying full stream now.

"Look, I'm sorry, Julie," he stokes her hair to calm her down. "I think mom just wants to forget it all happened too...

"So you didn't like it?" his sister asks.

John swallows hard. How should he put this? "It felt great, but my first time shouldn't have been with her. I mean it was sex so was going to feel good, but …I mean if she wasn't our mom, then it would have been ok, but she is our mom, but it did feel good, I felt feels wrong, but it shouldn't have been good..."

"You're babbling big brother." Julie brakes in.

"Sorry"

"So was it better than when you do it by yourself?” Julie asks, sniffing back the tears.

"Honestly? Much better."

"Tell me what it feels like." Juliet asks. "What is it like inside her?"

"Hot, tight, wet,” he starts to tell her. John feels himself turning pink blushing. "Like... I dunno, like a warm... soft.... And it kind of holds on to my. Well, it held on to me. It's hard to explain."

"But it turns you on just to think about it huh?" Julie points to the tent now forming in his sweat pants.

"Well, yeah, I guess. It all makes me feel a lot of things."

"So did mom get you horny before," Julie now asks him. "Or was it completely that you were all hot from your little online chat?"

John scratches he head wondering how much he should admit to. "Well, if she weren't our mom..." he trail off.

"I see," Julie nods her head against his shoulder. "You did get turned on by her."

"I didn't say that!" he shoots back, realizing he's starting to get too loud.

"But you do get turned on by our mother, the woman who birthed us, the woman who fed you with the same breasts you were grouping at just a few hours ago. The same vagina you came out of, you just came inside of." Juliet sits up all of a sudden. "Dear God! In nine months, you could father your own half brother or sister!"

"Julie, PLEASE!" John begs.

"Please what?" Juliet asks looking deep into his eyes. "What would please my horny mother-fucker?"