One night, Ann and I were sitting in the gazebo gazing at the stars.

Ann asked me, “Do you want to tell me where you disappear every Wednesday afternoon?”

“Nope,” I answered.

“Why not?” as she snuggled in closer.

“Because it’s just a little project I am working on,” I said as I crossed my arms.

Sitting up, Ann said, “Really?”  She stood up and swept off her t-shirt, letting her beautiful breasts shine in the moonlight.  “How about now?”

“Nope,” I said and I set my face in a determined look.

Ann wiggled her hips and her shorts hit the ground, standing completely naked in front of me.  She raised her arms straight out and asked, “Even for all of this?”

I grunted and turned my head away.

Ann then straddled my legs and sat on my lap.  With one hand, she ran her fingers through my hair, with the other she was running it over my obvious hard-on.  She pulled me in so that her breasts were against my chest.  She ran her tongue in my ear saying, “Seems like you’re outvoted two to one.  Still don’t want to tell me?”

“Nope,” was all I could croak.

Ann got off of my lap and sashayed into the living room.  She stopped, looked over her shoulder, gave me a beckoning gestor with her finger.  Naturally, I followed.  I am, however, proud for the sake of all men, this woman could not break me even using all of her extreme feminine wiles on me.  But it was fun having her try.  

The three of our lives settled into a semi-routine: Morning coffee and tea.  Then at least an hour of exercise, swimming for me and sometimes the women would join me, but it was no fun for them as I pushed through doing laps.  Most of the time the women would use the exercise machines while watching episodes of whatever was on the big screen.  After showering and a light breakfast we would catch up on e-mails and other household chores like laundry and such.  In the afternoons, I took the women to task, teaching them my culinary skills.  This meant shopping for supplies that included grocery stores and local farmer’s markets.  At one Asian market, I asked the woman, in Japanese, for some items.  Both Ann’s and Keiko’s jaws dropped. Off-handedly, I said, “Yeah, I read, write and speak Japanese.”

At least once a week, I challenged both of them to prepare a formal meal for the three of us.  Surprisingly enough, Keiko took her tasks quite seriously.  She would prepare absolutely exquisite meals.  It was amazing to see her confidence build as Ann and I would compliment her skills. I even commented one night that if she continued, she could soon open her own gourmet restaurant.  She seemed to glow at that idea.  Evenings were mainly just Ann and me to ourselves.  Keiko would retreat to her room which pretty much guaranteed us privacy in the rest of the house.  Sometimes, we would all go to local attractions or make day trips. 

Keiko was beginning to show now.  Her baby bump necessitated the wearing of maternity clothes.  Her jeans no longer closed around her.  On the infrequent times she would swim, she wore a bikini.  It seemed to me that her breasts were getting even bigger than her already generous size and her nipples enlarged as well.  Not that I was looking, but they were out there to be seen.

Ann’s body didn’t show any signs of getting older, in fact, at almost 39 years old, the maturity made her even more beautiful in my eyes.  And, it seemed to me, that she used every opportunity to flaunt that beauty and sexuality on me.  I guess you could say we were the touchy, feely kind of couple.

One afternoon, Ann and I were at the local shopping mall and as usual, we were holding hands as we walked around.  When we were waiting to buy a heart-shaped cookie from a vendor, I had my arm around her waist.  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  After I had made a purchase at a store, I came out to where Ann was waiting.  I went to take her hand and she turned away from me and started to walk away.  Puzzled, I hurried to catch up with her.  I again reached for her hand and she shifted her purse so that it was between us and she drifted apart.  Ok, maybe I did something or said something that had upset her.  I racked my brain and could not come up with anything.  As we walked out in the parking lot, I made my third attempt and Ann crossed her arms.

Once we were in my truck, I asked, “What’s wrong, did I do something?”

Ann turned to me and placed her hand on my knee, vaguely smiled and answered, “Nothing, you did nothing wrong.  Can we have a private talk after dinner?”

“Sure, where do you want to talk?” I asked, trying my best to give her my sexiest grin.  What I got in return was a serious look.  I thought better than to try and pursue the issue and we drove home in silence.

That evening was Keiko’s turn to prepare dinner.  She had made a seven-layer lasagna, baked garlic bread with a tossed green salad, served with a red wine for us and grape juice for her.  The meal was excellent, but Ann hardly picked at it.  She did, however, drink two glasses of wine.  When I had finished eating, Ann stood, looked at Keiko and said, “The lasagna was marvelous, you did a perfect job, now please excuse Mike and me.”  Ann then picked up the bottle of wine and her glass, taking my hand led me upstairs. As we left, I turned and shrugged at a very puzzled Keiko.

On the far wall of our bedroom, we have a small sitting area with two easy chairs and a table under a window.  Ann walked me over to a chair and gently pushed me into the seat.  She then went to the other side and sat down and refilled her glass.  I waited patiently for her to begin.

“Mike, I’m scared.”

“Of what?” I asked.

“I’m scared of losing you and all of this,” she said softly as a tear formed at the corner of her eye.  “And, I’m scared of losing our baby.”  Now, not only were there tears, but also a look of fear.

“Good grief, Ann, what makes you feel that way?” I asked concerned.

I tried to reach for her hand, but she retreated and picked up her glass.  Looking up at the ceiling, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, took a drink and then started again.

“I don’t know exactly when I started to feel this way, maybe it was when I was at the doctor’s office, when he was questioning me about who the father of the baby is.  I think that you and I forget that what we are doing is a crime and we could both go to jail.”

“Ann, we have survived more than twenty years like this,” I interjected.

“That’s just the point,” she said, continuing.  “Up until now, we only shared stolen moments together, in places where people didn’t know us.  We were in Germany, in other states, and in Japan then.  Now, here, we are back home again and living together.  And other than that time in Germany, we never lived together.”

“There’s nothing wrong about a brother and sister living together,” I stated.

“I know that, but what if somebody puts two and two together, especially after the baby comes?  We don’t even know about our neighbors.” Now she was fidgeting with her hands.

“I know about our neighbors.  Look, there is no one left in the neighborhood that lived here when we were kids.  Mrs. Henderson was the last one and she sold her house and moved to a retirement village down in Boca Raton a year ago.  And, neither of us was all that popular in high school to worry about that aspect.  Besides, that was more than twenty years ago,” I countered.

“I don’t think you understand.  It’s only going to take one person, some unforeseen happenstance, for all of this to come tumbling down.  Like today, in the mall.”

“What happened at the mall?  Did somebody say or do something?” I questioned.

“No, not really.  I just noticed this older couple checking us out, and not just once, but in several different places.  That’s when a bolt of panic ran through me.  I didn’t want to make a scene in the mall, but that’s why I moved away from you,” she said sighing.

“Well, you are a beautiful woman.  Maybe he was just checking you out.  There are a bunch of horny old men out there,” I said hopefully.

“I don’t think that’s the case.  Look, we don’t know who all Mom’s friends were.  As a matter of fact, that goes for Dad as well.  Mom has only been gone for a little over two and a half years.  You know that Mom was very proud of us and our service.  We don’t know who she talked to about us or maybe even showed them our pictures.  And, then there was the funeral service and reception.  Can you remember all the faces?  I can’t,” Ann said.

Both of us sat there in silence for a time, both lost in thought.

I don’t think that Ann even noticed when I got up and left the room.  I went downstairs to retrieve another bottle of wine and a glass for myself.  I’m not really sure how long I stood at the kitchen island, thinking.  She’s right, totally right.  Here we were acting like star-struck lovers out in public.  We never once considered who could see us acting that way. It never mattered before.  I guess that after Mom passed, we figured that we were safe.  But now, that same fear that Ann felt, was creeping into me.

I went back upstairs with the wine and resumed my seat.  I refilled her glass and filled mine.  We both picked them up and lightly clinked them together and drank.

Finally, I asked, “Do you think we should move to someplace else?”

“No,” Ann said pausing.  “I love this place.  This is our home.  We grew up here.  And, you’ve done such a wonderful job of making it for the two of us.  We could never, ever, find another place like this, plus virtually having our own private beach.”

“I’m not talking about just out of this town, I’m talking about another state or even another country,” as I expanded my thought.

Shaking her head, Ann sighed and said, “No.”

Again, we both lapsed into silence.  After a few more minutes, I got up and went to pick up a computer tablet for my nightstand.  I sat there tapping on the surface as Ann stared out at the night sky.  It took a bit, but I finally found what I was looking for.

“Aha!” I blurted.

“What?” Ann asked, coming out of her thoughts.

“I found it; I found the state law on incest.  Here, read it,” I said, handing Ann the tablet.

“Incest.—Whoever knowingly marries or has sexual intercourse with a person to whom he or she is related by lineal consanguinity, or a brother, sister, uncle, aunt, nephew, or niece, commits incest, which constitutes a felony of the third degree, punishable as provided in s. 775.082, s. 775.083, or s. 775.084. “Sexual intercourse” is the penetration of the female sex organ by the male sex organ, however slight; emission of semen is not required.”

Ann handed me back the tablet.  “So?  That’s the law.  What do you get from this?  My female sex organ has been penetrated zillions of times by your male sex organ, definitely more than slightly, and there have been emissions of copious amounts of semen.”  But after saying that, there was a smirk on her face.

I snickered and said, “Well, for one thing, oral sex is legal.”  That earned me a slap and a snicker, likewise.

After a moment, I continued, “Think about it for a minute.  The State would have to prove intercourse.  The only way that could happen would be by sworn testimony by you or me or by a third, eye-witness; or possibly by photographic evidence.  I won’t tell if you don’t tell.”

Ann smiled and said, “I certainly won’t tell.  But what about hearing it?”

I thought for a couple of seconds before replying, “Nope, I don’t think so.  Think about that movie, When Harry Met Sally.  Meg Ryan gave a pretty convincing performance in that restaurant.  Or, it could be argued, that it was a pornographic movie playing that the person heard.  No, I believe it would have to be a first-person account or a witness.”  Pausing, I asked, “Do you trust Keiko?”

Without hesitation, Ann answered emphatically, “Yes!  Besides, there is a non-disclosure agreement for anything seen or heard while in our employ included in her contract.  And then, there is her devotion to me and now, I think, to you as well.”

“Well,” I started, “I don’t think we should give Keiko any more evidence, just the same.  And, I know that it will be hard for me at least, but we need to act like normal brother and sister when we’re in public.”

Ann said, “I agree.”  Looking down at her hands, she slowly slipped off her wedding band and engagement ring.  “I really don’t think we need these anymore to prove our love for each other.”

Quietly, I said, “You’re right.  Let’s put them in your jewelry case, so we never lose them.”  I slipped off my ring and handed it to Ann.  “As for our child, you have all the medical documentation to prove how that happened.  I really don’t believe we have to panic, just be a bit more cautious.”    

Upon putting the rings away, Ann stretched from tippy-toe to reaching her hands to the ceiling.  Bringing them down, she draped her arms around my neck saying, “I’m mentally exhausted, let’s go to bed.”

That night we did not make love, but rather slept on our own sides of the bed.  I laid awake for quite some time, reviewing everything in my mind.  I was pretty well convinced that we were still safe, but we needed to watch our steps. 

The next couple of days, both Ann and I were rather subdued.  Ann and I were mainly separated much like when mom busted us.  I suspended our cooking sessions.  I retreated into my hobby room where I was again working on building model airplanes.  Ann would come in and watch for a while asking me about different techniques I used.  It actually reminded me of a long, long time ago when I was a teen and Ann would bug me while I worked.  Noticing that I had some unoccupied space, Ann asked if she could use it.  Naturally she could and she set about working on hand sewing some baby clothes.  Of course, some daily routines were kept, along with household chores.

By the fourth day of the quiet times, Keiko was obviously disturbed.  We were sitting in the dining room drinking our morning coffee, when Keiko kind of exploded.

“Just what the fuck is going on?” she hollered as she slapped the table.  “The last few days, you guys are hardly talking to each other.  Before that, you guys were all lovey-dovey and now you don’t even touch each other.  Are you guys fighting or what?  I hope like hell I’m not carrying this child just for you guys to break up.”

Both Ann and I physically jumped back from the table at the tirade. The little mouse roared. 

Ann was the first to respond, taking Keiko’s hand she said, “You know that what Mike and I are doing is illegal?  I know that in Japan there are no strict incest laws, but here in the US, there are.  And what we are doing, if someone found out, could send both of us to prison for quite some time.  We realized that we have been, um, a little bit too carefree out in public.  The thought that we could go to prison just scared us, so, we have to make some changes.  That’s all.  Don’t worry, Mike and I still love each other too much to break up.  Do you understand?”

“Well, OK, but you said out in public, you’re at home.  Why did you change here?” Keiko asked.

“You see, when that realization hit us, we knew that we needed to make some changes.  And once we can do that, I’m sure that you will see our old selves again.  But, until we can get past this fear, we are just playing it safe.  Again, don’t worry, we’re just fine,” and with that said, Ann got up and gave Keiko a hug.

Ann then came around behind me, and bent over to whisper in my ear, “Mike, I just thought of something.  That law didn’t say anything about you not being able to fuck me in my ass.”  All I could do was grin widely at this revelation.

That night, after showering separately, we got in bed on our respective sides.  I was laying on my back, running through newsfeeds on my tablet.  Ann was on her side of the bed, reading some woman’s magazine.  I did notice a barely perceptible movement under her covers.  It would start and continue for a couple of minutes and then stop.  Another couple of minutes would pass and it would start up again.  I smiled to myself, thinking that must be a juicy article that she was reading.

I put the tablet on my nightstand and turned out the light.  I rolled on my side and was just drifting off to sleep.  I felt Ann move and then felt her hand snake over my hip and take hold of my very flaccid cock.  Then I felt her hot breath on my neck as she said, “You know, we have been behaving far too well these last few days.”

I nodded and grunted my agreement.

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