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*** Continued from Chapter 6
Main characters:
Cathryn: Mom, 47, ER doctor
Caitlyn: Daughter, 19, porn actress
Carter: Son, 18, student
Arianna: Daughter, Caitlyn's twin, given up for adoption

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All families are infected with some sort of collective insanity which outsiders can readily see. And we certainly have ours. The final result is a dysfunctional family that is only able to hang together because it transitioned into an incestuous one.
And that transition began nineteen years ago, before I was born. My mom just finished medical school and found out she was pregnant with twin girls, conceived accidentally at a Palo Alto orgy.
When her twin daughters were born, she made the very difficult decision to keep one child and put the other up for adoption. That was the day she started her slow but steady descent into madness. My mom is a brilliant and successful woman. She's the chair of the department of emergency medicine at California's fifth largest hospital. But that decision was the end of any hope that her family had for a happy life.
She subsequently spent a lot of money keeping track of the daughter she gave away. She hired detective agencies to track down her current address. She even kept an album locked away with all her pictures, which were taken with telephoto lenses, like she was the capo of the Sinaloa drug cartel.
And my mother's regret was taken out on the daughter she kept. Caitlyn.
Caitlyn is not a smart child, and that simply made her a target for my mother, who has no patience to explain anything more than once. It also didn't help that Caitlyn is a narcissist. She'd cause trouble in any family.
But still, what my mom did to her wasn't fair. Caitlyn's relationship with mom is exactly like Cinderella's with Lady Tremaine. That is, if Cinderella did double penetration, lesbian, and incest porn.
I was the collateral damage for my mom's decision. I have been my sister's punching bag since I was a toddler. As I got bigger, and fought back, she didn't hit me as much. But that didn't stop her constant rain of verbal abuse.
So today, I am meeting the daughter my mother gave up, Arianna, the beautiful young woman at the center of the disaster of our family, even though she has no idea we exist.

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It was just after 2 pm, and I was sitting down in a corner booth in a kitschy 1950s-style diner in Petaluma, California.
I went there to spy on Arianna Rupali. According to the detective agency, Arianna is working there as a waitress during her summer break. Since my mother signed an agreement that forbids her to make unauthorized contact with Arianna, this was my idea to circumvent mom's legal problems.
From what the detective agency was able to uncover, Arianna has not made any attempt to locate her birth mother, and they believe that Arianna's adoptive mother has not informed her that she is adopted.
I am therefore treading on very dangerous waters. However, I will not be informing Arianna that I am her brother under any circumstances. My task today is to simply observe Arianna and report to my mom.
Extremely nervous, I flinched each time the door from the kitchen swung open. But so far, I have not seen Arianna, although I requested to be seated in her station. The restaurant is half full, and there are two other waitresses working the tables.
I pretended to study the menu, but I was really watching the kitchen door. After several nervous minutes, it popped open.
There she was. The child my mother gave away.
She looked just like Caitlyn before her rendezvous with hair dye and eyebrow piercings. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun. Her small French face shined like the moon. Her eyes are wide-set and green, and her skin luscious. She could be a model if she was taller. Instead, she's waiting tables and wearing a white uniform.
She is slightly thinner than Caitlyn, and obviously stronger from having to do real work her whole life. She walked quickly and conscientiously as she carried an armful of plates to a table with four waiting customers.
She smiled warmly, spoke kindly, and said "enjoy" before she left the table. She picked out her ticket book from her side pocket and headed to my table.
My heart was pounding, and my palms were dripping, so I wiped them on my jeans. I don't know why I feel so nervous, but I am truly out of breath.
"Welcome, my name is Arianna," she said robotically. "Have you decided on what you'd like?"
"Um, not really," I stammered, "what's good here?"
She leaned over and spoke softly. "Go with the hamburgers. Everything else here sucks."
Then she looked into my eyes and froze like she just saw the ghost of Christmas future. Fuck. Unfortunately, we have the same eyes and nose. We easily look like we could be brother and sister.
"Have we met before?" she asked.
"No, I don't think so."
"Maybe I've seen you at school. Do you go to Berkeley?"
"I'll be starting marmaris escort there soon. I just finished high school."
"You look very familiar. You know, we have the same eyes."
"We do?"
I got to bail on this conversation. Now. She senses something.
"Anyway, I'll have the cheeseburger and a coke." I handed her the menu and quickly averted my eyes, looking down at my phone and pretending I was responding to a text.
"Sure." She continued to study me for a few more seconds, then went back into the kitchen.
Shit. I was going to make some small talk, and now I have to eat and run. And sure enough, twenty seconds later, she came back out with the coke in her hand and set it in front of me.
"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" she asked.
"Um.... Okay."
"Where were you born?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Forgive me for being so pushy. But I just feel like we might be distant cousins or something."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because we have the exact same nose and eyes. I've never seen eyes like yours, except on me."
"Oh, well, interesting."
"Would you mind if I ate lunch with you?"
"Lunch?"
"Yes, it's my lunch break in a few minutes. Do you mind? I'll comp your meal."
She's obviously quite smart, and unlike Caitlyn, she's quite observant. I don't think Caitlyn even knows what color my eyes are.
"Sure."
Ten minutes later, I was sitting in front of a hamburger looking across the table at my long-lost sister, who was also having a hamburger. She thinks we might be distant cousins based on our common green eyes and sharp noses. And she's running down a list of her relatives that I might know.
"Do you know who Janis McCullough is? She's my aunt."
"Nope."
"How about Jake Hardesty, my grandfather on my mom's side."
"Sorry, no."
Caitlyn went through her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, seeing if they rang a bell.
"Do you have a picture of your mother or father?" she asked.
"No."
"Do you have siblings?"
"Just a sister."
"What does she look like?"
I have a dilemma that I wasn't sure how to address. I didn't want to lie, since we might actually be a family someday. But I certainly didn't want to tell her that she's adopted.
"She has blond hair. Pierced eyebrows. Lots of tats."
"How old is she?"
"Nineteen."
"That's my age. What college does she go to?"
"She dropped out of high school and does porn."
"What's her porn name?"
"Why do you want to know that?"
"I'd like to look at her. Is she on the web?"
"She just made her first movie last week. I don't think her movies are released yet."
Holy fuck, she's persistent. She's not letting this drop. I looked at my phone.
"Wow. I better get going. Thanks for lunch."
"Can I get your number?"
"Okay."
We exchanged phone numbers and she texted me to make sure I didn't give her a fake one. She is very suspicious, and I have been acting suspiciously, which isn't helping.
"Can I have your address?"
The last thing in this world I would give her is my address. Fuck, she's onto me. And I can't let this go any further.
"Sorry, I don't feel comfortable giving that out."
"I understand. Can I walk you to your car?"
"Okay."
We stepped out of the restaurant toward the well shaded and mostly empty parking lot. I was parked in the far corner, away from the other cars, so it was a long walk. And she wouldn't stop talking.
"You have a girlfriend, Carter?"
I don't believe this. She's going to ask me for a date. It's just like those cases where a brother and sister meet accidentally for the first time, get married, and finally realize they are related after their first born comes out with two heads.
"Um, no. You have a boyfriend?"
"I'm bi. I have a girlfriend."
Fuck. I hate my cock. All it does all day is fuck with me, every second of my life. I try to be a good person. But there it is, getting hard when my long-lost sister tells me she's bi.
"Oh, a lot of that going around these days."
"You want to hang out sometime? I'm a cheap date. Taco Bell's fine with me."
"Yeah, we could do that."
We finally made it to my car, and she is standing way too close to me, looking into my eyes, making me very nervous.
"Carter, I've really got the strangest feeling about you. I feel we are related."
"Maybe, you never know."
"Do you feel anything?"
"Um, not really."
"Can we sit in your car and talk for a few minutes?"
"Sit in my car?"
"Yeah, I'm still on my lunch break. I don't want to go back inside that fucking place until I have to."
"Sure." I pressed the key, and she went around the other side and sat down in the passenger's seat.
What was she up to? Women typically don't ask to sit in parked cars with guys they don't know. Unless they're hooking.
I nervously sat in the driver's seat marmaris escort bayan and was immediately drawn to her thighs. She intentionally hiked her dress up so I could see the color of her panties, which were white. And without giving me a sporting chance to admire them, she leaned into me and kissed me on my lips.
It started slowly, as she was understandably apprehensive about putting her tongue into a stranger's mouth. I didn't feel anything but her soft lips, but a few memorable seconds into the kiss, I felt the tip of her tongue glide across my lips and search for mine.
It was a mind-bending kiss. The tips of our tongues pressed ever so gently together, and it felt very much like I was kissing Caitlyn. Without the tongue stud. She withdrew and gazed into my eyes.
"You smell different," she said.
"I smell?"
"Yes, you smell like me."
"How do you know what you smell like?"
"I have a scary sense of smell. Lift up your arm."
I was wearing a printed t-shirt, and I lifted my right arm. She held my wrist, then placed her face close to my underarm.
Holy fuck. I had been sweating because I was nervous, and I must wreak. Her nose and lips pressed into my armpit. This was like one of those disgusting Japanese porn movies that I keep jacking off to.
"What are you doing?"
She didn't answer. But what she did do is put her tongue into my sweaty pit. Holy fucking shit. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes.
"You must be a cousin."
"How can you tell?"
"Your sweat tastes just like mine."
"How can you tell?"
"By the sodium and ammonia. Your apocrine-eccrine ratio is just like mine."
"Oh?" I didn't want to look stupid, so I didn't ask her what apocrine and eccrine were.
She reached between my legs, pushed her hand onto my crotch, and squeezed. She then fiddled with my buttons, and being Levi's, they weren't the best pants to wear on a car date.
But she is more than persistent. She's compulsive. She quickly pulled my cock out, which was already powered up to ninety-five percent.
Then she leaned over, pressed her nose onto my urethral opening, and sniffed. With the tip of her tongue, she licked the opening, then sniffed it again. Then put my cock in her mouth.
It took me just a few more seconds to get fully erect, then she took her mouth off, put her tongue into my urethra again, sampling the emerging seminal fluid.
This wasn't sex. This was a DNA test.
"I think we're cousins."
"How do you know?"
"Your precum tastes like my vaginal fluid."
"You're kidding."
"Stick out your tongue."
This is just like a trip to the doctor if you have really good health insurance. I stuck it out, and she touched her tongue against mine, performing another test. Then she sat back in her seat and rubbed both temples, deep in thought.
"Yeah. Wow. This is insane," she said. Arianna leaned back in her seat, hiked up her dress, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She slipped them off, then folded them neatly and put them on the back seat.
Her crotch is an exact replica of Caitlyn's, minus the handgun tattoo. Shaved smooth. The same extrusive puffy labia forming into a swollen camel toe. She spread her legs, slid her fingertips down onto her mons, then pried open her labia, exposing the beautiful pink stripe that was identical to Caitlyn's.
"Come on, Carter. I have to be back at work soon."
Having sex in a Corolla is certainly possible. But I shouldn't be doing this. She's my sister, after all. I didn't come here to fuck her. If I didn't have this fucking cock attached to me, I'd stop this right now.
Arianna has the right to know if she is about to commit incest. However, like everyone else in my family, that just makes her more excited. I should at least hint that we might be related and hope she comes to her senses.
"What if we are really related?"
"Have you ever seen those silly fake incest movies on the web?" she asked.
"Incest movies?" I played dumb, even though I've seen all two million of them.
Arianna leaned into me for a once-in-a-lifetime kiss. She wrapped her hands around my neck, pulled my face into hers, and her tongue jammed into mine. I could feel her teeth digging into my lips, but I'd have to take the pain, which is easy to do with a very hard cock, which acts just like a shot of morphine.
Arianna continued to extend her tongue in as far as she could, and I feel like I am losing the battle of the French kiss. Finally, I managed to hold the ramparts long enough to push back, and slipped my tongue into her mouth.
She broke the kiss to unbutton her dress.
"You've never seen a fake incest movie?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah. I have seen a few." Correction. A few million.
I don't know how Arianna did it. Like Caitlyn, she's very limber, and slipped off her dress quite easily. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks, she seems to have a lot of experience with car escort marmaris sex.
Once again, she folded her dress neatly and put it on the back seat. She removed her bra, and her athletic breasts are slightly smaller than Caitlyn's, with small areolas and pointed nipples.
Since she's a hard-working waitress, her arms and legs are toned, and her waist is slightly slimmer than her lazy twin sister.
"Take off your pants and move your seat back," she said.
I struggled with my pants and boxers, but got them off, and chaotically tossed them in the back seat, without folding them.
"You're such a guy," grinned Arianna as she leaned into the back seat and neatly folded my jeans and shirt.
"Your wallet fell out," she said.
"Just put it in the front pocket."
Like mom, she has OCD. After she finished her obsessive folding of my clothes, she crawled into my lap, straddling me, and gripping my very hard cock firmly in her hand.
She positioned my crown right at her opening, then lowered herself onto me. She is wet, warm, and very tight. Exactly like Caitlyn.
I put my hands on her waist as she placed hers behind my neck. She began working my cock with her undulating and slow pelvic movements, and I timed my upward thrusts to achieve unusually deep penetration.
She pressed her lips hard onto mine and her tongue did another deep and wet excavation of the back of my throat. And just like Caitlyn, she likes to have a running dialog while she kisses. This must be genetic.
"You ever fantasize about fucking your mom?"
Wow. What a question. Arianna, like her brother, mother, and sister, is smitten with incest.
"Um...."
Arianna wickedly smiled and liked the fact that I had to think about that one. She lifted up to prep for another down thrust, then drove down hard. My cock felt like it was going to snap off inside her. So I slid back to release the 2,000 pounds of shearing force she was applying to my shaft.
"Oh fuck," she whispered in my ear while running her tongue all over my cheeks.
In the tumultuous passion, I managed to put my lips around her very pointed nipples and let my nursing instinct kick in. Like Caitlyn, her nipples are very sensitive and hard as marbles.
"Yes...like that," she uttered. "Bite them. It's okay if it hurts."
Thrusting up and down on me as I bit onto them, she was very close. I released her nipple, then kissed her roughly on her lips. She once again took control of the kiss and forced her tongue down my throat. Then she came up for air.
"Have you ever wanted to fuck your mom?" she whispered into my ear. Wow. She's getting off with this dirty talk delivered in the form of an incest interview. She won't let the subject drop.
"Oh, fuck yes." I was too close to an orgasm to tell a lie. "I want to empty my balls into her fucking wet cunt."
She was there. I felt her first pelvic floor muscle contraction as my cockhead was jammed up deep inside her, poking into her cervix.
"I think all families should fuck," she uttered breathlessly, as her second contraction squeezed my shaft.
"I do too," I babbled with pre-orgasmic idiocy.
But, as her contractions peaked, so did her incestuous dirty talk.
"You know what I want to do?"
"What?"
"I wanna fuck my mom....oh fuck....I wanna fuck my mom." Then she put her lips to my ear to make sure I heard. "I wanna fuck my mom."
That was unexpected. Totally unexpected. And disgusting. So why did that start my orgasm?
Like everyone in my family, she is fixated on incest. If there is a scale, we are all 10s. But since I'm her brother, I've got to pull my cock out.
On her next upward movement, I pulled it out, and just in time. It shot up like the Fourth of July. A huge load, splattering all over both of us.
She collected the sperm on her fingertips, then put them in my mouth. With her contractions slowing, she kissed me, and I spit the cum back into her mouth.
For the next minute, she continued to gather up the messy cum in her fingertips and shove them in my mouth, each time followed with a cum swapping kiss.
Finally, she got off me and moved back into the passenger seat, legs spread, gently rubbing her pussy in the afterglow.
"You must think I'm a freak," said Arianna, like it was a bad thing.
"Why is that?"
"Because I said I want to fuck my mom."
"I said it too."
"But all boys want to fuck their moms. I'm a girl."
"People say a lot of shit during sex they don't really mean. Don't worry about it."
Arianna smiled, then leaned back over to my side and kissed my cheek.
"Carter, I love your dirty mind."
"Thanks."
"Well, my break's over, I gotta get back to work."
She leaned over into the back seat to retrieve her clothes and put them on like she'd been using a car as a dressing room her whole life. Then leaned over the shift knob and kissed me quickly on the lips.
"You busy tonight?" she asked. "I get off at eight."
"Oh, well, I've got some tutoring I have to do."
"What do you tutor?"
My post-orgasmic brain was complete mush, and I wasn't thinking strategically. "Math."
That was a huge mistake. She is a math major. She looked at me like she just got the final piece of evidence that solved the crime. The crime my mother committed nineteen years ago.