Magical Night in the Sky Bus

I had more curses a moment later as she got a good pace going, well most of them were not for that, as good as it was. It was because Samantha came up, a little weakly, to start kissing at Faye’s upper arm, back, shoulder, and neck. Faye moaned and lost her riding stride, I took her hips and got her going again, by doing most the work myself. Faye moaning more as my sister took her tits, pulled on her nipples.

“No!” I huffed as Samantha started kissing her way out of sight down Faye’s back, bound for licking my balls and the other woman’s dark backdoor I was sure. “You can do that later.” Pulling my sister around from behind my girlfriend, until she was kneeling on the seat next to me. “I want you both like this! YES! Perfect!”

Faye had to shift to the side which did thrown off our fucking a little, but it seemed to be good for her. She moaned and nodded, loving that my sister was pressed up against the both of us, but also liking the different places my dick was sliding along. For all I did already in the bus this was my favorite. I don’t know if it was the direct contact of two women. Or if it was the two women (specifically these two) who were directly against me. I knew Sammy wasn’t getting pleasured, not directly, but she huffed and nodded like she might be. Both of them taking turns kissing me, kissing each other, and the creme de la creme making it a three way kiss.

“Uhhhh OHHH!” Faye’s guttural groan telling me she was going to pop as much as her calling out at the golden lit ceiling. Fighting to look at me. “Are you gonna cum? Gord?”

“Y… Yes!” I was, I was close for sure.

“Gotta… Gotta cum in both of us!” She told me, before licking me from nipple to lips. Sammy giggled and did the same thing, it was crazily erotic, and fun. But didn’t last long enough as Faye groaned and came.

“Here! Almost! FUCK YES!” Arm wrapped around her I pinned her onto my dick, came so hard that I thought it hurt her as she screamed.

But it was not pain, it was, “SO GOOD! YES! YES! OH YES!”

“Ready?” I asked Sammy before Faye even had the third.

“Yes! I’m ready for you to fill up my pussy with your cum.” There was a pause for real dramatic effect. Faye tipping off onto the long expanse of velvet to my side, Sammy had me in hand and then in pussy between the third and the fourth shot. Lifting her feet up, stretching them out in near splits, showing she had all her weight on me. Before finishing her sentence with, “Brother!”

I don’t think she’d ever had it raw before. She was silly most of the time, but safe in her sexual adventures. Her eyes popped open wide as she felt my seed enter her, not thinking she’d actually feel it. Sliding my hands up under her thighs made her actually do the splits. Sammy levering off on my forearms she did this… Rocking and riding thing that had me call out HER name. Biting her bottom lip she nodded, stared into my eyes. I stared down, her pussy left my dick (the part that appeared out of her) caked in a mixture of my cum and her fluids, a little of Faye’s too probably.

“Really?” I asked, almost sure she was faking when she slapped at my arms, started spasming.

“Yes! Sweet brother! YES!” I let her go and she came while kissing me hundreds if not thousands of times.

My sister easily letting Faye in for some kisses and cuddles too. I laughed in pure joy as they found a ticklish spot on both sides of my neck. Fell onto my back on the bench seat, with both of them cuddled right up next to me. Even though there was plenty of room on the seat, we didn’t want to use it.

“That was the best.” I told them.

“No,” Faye said with a firm shake of her head.

“No?” My sister and I asked, just a little off of one another, so that she couldn’t jinx me, she glared at me adorably annoyed because of it.

“No, because we’re gonna keep doing this. Everyday, lots of days of the week.” Faye shrugged, again had that look that said she was blushing but on her dark skin we just couldn’t tell. “We’ll get better and better.”

“How about… This was the best of anything before?”

“Okay.” Faye agreed.

“Even better than…” First Sammy and then Faye and I looking over at where Heather was still going at Keith.

“Yeah!” It wasn’t even a lie.

“It stopped raining.” Sammy noticed, resting her hands on my chest and her chin on top of that.

“Yeah? Oh yeah,” Faye craning around to look out the window above our heads. “Probably should think about getting back to the car.”

“It’ll be wet and muddy.” Sammy pointed out, laying cheek to the tops of her hands, closing her eyes.

“Yeah, let’s just… bask in this a while.” I needed like fifteen minutes to catch my breath, or a moment’s rest.

“We’ll wait for them to finish, then we’ll go.” Faye kissing the corner of my mouth before finding a nice spot beside me.

Samantha and I huffed some kind of answer before drifting off.

******

“Uh, I think we’re in trouble.” Faye’s voice woke me up. She was sitting next to me with her arm across her breasts, a hand between her legs. Her big beautiful butt, or the upper half of it, took my breath away. Then I registered what she said, the top of my head was against the worn and chipping white paint of the bus, the sun was streaming in through the window. Not a freshly rising sun but one that was UP! Up for a couple hours. Her brown eyes panicked as she turned to me. “Mom is gonna kill me! Did any of you call or message anybody?”

“No. No signal remember?” Anxious, not so much worried about me or Keith but Faye who had a much more strict mother.

Sammy being Sammy didn’t want to wake up, sleeping literally on top of me. Huffing while wigging and shoving at me, trying to get back to laying down even while I used my legs hanging down into the center aisle to leverage us both into a sitting position. Unable to lay back down she settled with clinging to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as I sat up, burying her face into my chest, letting out cute little noises of denial. Or I might have thought they were cute if not for the pressing weight of what we’d done last night. Incest! (Sweet glorious and arousing, but INCEST!) In front of… I didn’t worry about Faye or Keith so much, I doubted they would run around telling people but certainly there would be judging, I was worried about Heather! Her but then everyone, including Sam. As she wiggled against me. Not just her tiny tits into my chest, but her warm pussy as well. I quickly started to get hard before clamping down mentally. It didn’t drop but it did stop.

“Stop that!” I growled, but couldn’t bring myself to grab her. She was naked!

“We’ll just tell them that you stayed at my place, now can you shut up?” Sam apparently more awake than it seemed, pulling her hair over her face as if that would help with the light streaming in through the dirty bus windows.

“Did we really do… Everything I think we did?” Faye asked in a squeaky and freaked out voice.

“Listen!” Sammy tried to blow her hair out of her face as she got a stern tone, but it fell right back. “You two are dating and I’m your secret…” She did have enough sense to look for the other two. But between her hair and the tops of the seats she couldn’t see them. So just went on, “Secret side piece. Now don’t get cold feet on me.” Pulling Fay to us, a bit roughly. Growling, “You want to be Gordon’s girlfriend?”

“If that’s what he wants I…”

“I do!” Maybe I should have been backpedaling too but the idea of not having Faye, of us cowarding our way back to ‘best friends’ that scared the shit out of me. “I want you both.”

“Okay then!” Faye said happily, giving me a huge smile, but it faltered.

“I want to get dressed, I don’t want… Them to see me.” I understood and Sammy did too.

Faye noticed it first, our sleepy brains concerned with rushing to put on clothes. Fay and mine were piled up on the seat, I’d used them as a pillow. Not Sammy’s. Forcing my sister to stand there in classic Adam and Eve position, covering her good bits from Keith or Heather should they wake up. Once Faye and I were dressed she was the first to sneak down the center aisle of the bus, turning her head left to right looking for clothes. When she returned with Samantha’s stuff, easily telling my sister’s from Heather’s and leaving the blonde’s clothes in a pile on the seat across from her so she’d see it when she woke up, she returned to us with a confused look on her face.

“My ego is really going to enjoy being your side piece.” Sammy whispered before pulling her bright undies and crazily patterned leggings up over her tight little ass. As I came out of the full on stare I noticed that Faye was practically drooling too. Samantha’s smile was beautiful as she was totally delighted with being stared at as hard as Faye and I had done. “What?”

Because Faye’s face had returned to the confusion now that Sam’s body was put away, “Do you guys notice…”

She stepped into the first row, right behind the driver’s seat and motioned at the rest of the bus. I looked but didn’t see what she had seen. I saw the sun beaming into one side of the bus, the dirty old (but intact!) windows filtering the light. Something about that ticked the back of my brain but as I struggled to see what Faye wanted us to catch for ourselves, I noticed the tip of one of Keith’s flashlights peeking out into the aisle. The flashlight. That golden sunlight. It was very similar to how Sam, Faye, and Heather (and Keith and I, I suppose) were lit last night. Golden light coming down from the bus ceiling, the lights there…

Only even if somebody found the switch to turn on the interior lights, there was no way the battery would be good! At that thought I looked. I really looked! There were no lights on the ceiling. Not a single one! Of course not! They wouldn’t have fucking cared back in the fifties when this bastard was built, just get the damn kids to school, didn’t have to be safely.

“The lights? You all remember there were lights, right? Besides the flashlights.” Since there was nothing to point at, no light fixture, I just motioned.

“Oh! Wait, yeah! I turned my flashlight out actually, are they… Built into the ceiling somehow?” Sammy asked, reaching up to tap at the metal.

“Uh…” Faye nodded, shook her head, and then grabbed the seatback and gave it a shake. The bus gave a tiny sway as she did, even back in the fifties they knew to bolt the things down. “Uh you don’t see the bigger problem?”

But I got it! Rushing forward I did the same thing she did, grabbed the seat and tried to see how it swiveled. It had to move! It had to because I remembered the things had been lined up around the walls, not set in rows like traditional buses. But they didn’t budge. I tried three and none of them even shifted on their bolts. It was the fourth that stopped me. Because I saw Heather’s panties atop her black jeans, the material looked so soft and registered what else had been soft. Soft gray velvet! But the seats, all of them I had tried to manhandle, had been hard ancient almost fossilized leather. Not gray at all! A green color that was almost black.

“This is exactly how the seats were laid out,” I said, not in denial but because Sammy was standing there with her eyebrows up, I tried reverse psychology, trying not to influence her memory with my own..

“No dummy, they were all around the outside edge. Facing in. When… Why did you move them?” Well she remembered exactly what I did, what Faye did but my girlfriend’s scared expression. “Why? Huh? To be funny?”

“I didn’t move them.” Something in my tone stopped Sammy from what I knew would be our normal sibling back and forth, “Yes you did!” and “No I didn’t!” routine.

“Oh… What?” My sister was baffled; pointing to the seats, the ceiling, and then seeing something neither Faye or I did. Rushing away from the Driver’s seat, pushing me back down the aisle, she did what looked like a ballerina move. Stretching one short leg out so her foot touched the glass, her hand reaching towards the glass on the opposite side. Giving Faye and I a look that told us to look. “And this!”

“It was bigger before.” Faye rasped under her breath because small little Sammy was actually not that far away from touching both walls, tip of her shoe on one and outstretched fingers way too close to the other.

“WAY bigger.” Remembering how when I had fucked Heather doggy style there had been feet of room behind me to the wall, that Faye and Sammy had swapped out and there had been feet of room above their heads to the wall. The way it looked now! Not only would somebody have been dangling into the center aisle, my back would have been up against the wall. Literally against the wall not metaphorically. Holding my head I sat down on the unpleasant wood like seat, “Whoa.”

When we explained it to the others Keith just laughed, not with any sort of happiness but like it was all so ironic. Heather’s beautiful eyes went from embarrassed (and exhausted) to scared as she tracked the new layout of the bus. At each new fact her slow dressing kicked up a notch, which was good for everyone because we were all pretending not to stare, but staring as we wanted one last glimpse of her sexy sexy body.

“The note.” Sammy said, the one she had started was sitting on the driver’s seat along with the marker.

“Let’s just…” But Faye relented and nodded.

I don’t know what Sam wrote, I was kinda distracted with stealing glimpses of Keith and Heather. Heather because she had witnessed me commit incest with my sister, she had never been a bitch in high school but… Could I blame her for not keeping this craziness to herself? But the few times we caught eyes while Sammy wrote, she blushed and put on a smile. I couldn’t read her thoughts but I was pretty sure she was more worried that I would tell what she had done. The smile was trying to win me over, endearing and hopeful.

“You done?” I asked when Samantha looked over the note, she nodded and held it to her chest. I knew she wouldn’t let anybody see, Keith opened his mouth to ask what she wrote but I veered in. “We gotta take a vow.”

“Yeah. Yeah!” Heather knowing where I was going and obviously relieved for it. “A vow of silence! I… I had a lot of… It was a crazy great night but… Fun but…”

“Yeah,” Holding my hand up to stop her, relieved because it seemed like she was embarrassed but also worried about insulting us. “Nobody will look good about what happened here, if it gets out.” My hand was entwined in Faye’s and Sammy was up against my other side, not because of the smaller size of the bus either. I felt I would come out the worse but I could see most of the others were thinking the same about themselves. “So we take a vow. A vow of silence but… But of destruction too.” Everyone tensed, “If somebody talks about it, the rest of us will talk too, only we’ll tell a tale where the blabbermouth was the biggest pervert.”

“Yes! YES!” Heather was again the first to see and agree. “The rest of us will get together and make up some real sick shit. And tell it to everyone we know.”

I put my hand out where everyone could get to it. “I vow to never talk to anybody about what happened here with anybody else besides us.”

“I vow!” Heather getting a little of that popular kid edge as she glared at everyone else.

“I vow.” Sammy jumped in easily.

“I vow.” Faye was next.

“I vow.” Keith put his hand in last, after way too much thought.

The plastic sleeve was still there and Keith had more duct tape. We used extra since the last time the tape had given up, then added the stick. Samantha was clearly fighting a smile while looking at the folded note inside the sleeve, I doubt she had made it seem bad. Which… I didn’t actually think it was either. Now that I was 99.999% sure nobody but us would ever find out about this.

“It’s freaking dry as a bone.” Keith said before we started down the steep switchback trail that led down to my car, which I hoped was still there.

There was no mud. With the amount of rain and wind the walk back should have been muddy and thus treacherous. Leaves blew about (once more always off the trail and never onto it) and had the dry rasp of weeks of no precipitation. Everyone nodded, Keith grumbled, I started down first with Faye holding my hand and Samantha holding hers. Faye seemed more freaked out by the path now that she could see it, soothed by being flanked with us Baxters. It took us nearly two hours to get out! There was no way in hell that it took that long to get in, even Samantha would have given up. An hour down from the ridgetop, then an hour of walking down the path through the woods. We were all a little beat down and the only reason we weren’t half frozen was because of the workout of the hike. The path was clear of leaves but it wasn’t managed like the hiking trails I was used to.

“It was too warm in there too.” I said as we got out of the woods and immediately clumped together as the wind battered us.

“Yeah, I was thinking that. We… We all slept naked last night and…” It was fine Heather didn’t finish, a blush at bringing up last night’s events.

“And you thought it wasn’t real.” Sammy said giving me a shove, I laughed at that, because it was true and because whatever she had thought would be up there was not what we had found. “Did anybody make a wish?”

“No!” Faye said, horrified that she had forgotten, actually taking half a step back.

“I don’t think it works that way.” I said as I started us out towards the car.

“No?” Faye asked, pulled along by my hand in hers, Sammy rushing over to take the other.

“No.” Was all I answered.

I didn’t think it was a wish situation, I think we got something we wanted or needed. The ride home told me that as Faye kept giving me loving looks, took my hand as soon as we got on the long smooth stretch of road that took us back into Defluer. In the mirror Samantha was smiling ear to ear. Licked her lip saucily when she caught me staring back at her. Heather had this look on her face too, that said maybe she was embarrassed but she was also… Satisfied. Keith was the only one I worried about as he just looked sullen for most of the trip.

“Stop looking so sour.” Samantha said as we rolled into Defluer, I didn’t know about everyone else but I sort of expected years to have passed, or something. But it all looked the same. It all, impossibly, was the same, the morning of Halloween.

“I…” Keith broke, about to give my sister some attitude. Instead banging his head against the window glass. “I think I need to ask Elisha out.”

“About fucking time,” I said with a smile.

“Yeah, you’ve been in love with her forever.”

“Ooh! Is she that pretty brunette with the dimples and the big tits? The one that works at the dollar store?” Heather saw on our faces that that was who we were talking about, leaning to look around Samantha so she could speak to Keith. “You two would make the cutest couple!”

“Th… Thanks.” Fighting a smile. “You guys don’t…”

“Shut up stupid!” Sam giving him a shove. Keith was no doubt worried because Elisha wasn’t exactly drop dead gorgeous or.. Skinny. His brother was kind of a picky dick. His older brother’s opinion influenced Keith enough that he didn’t really date anybody because he couldn’t land anybody that would ‘impress’ his brother. “Of course not.”

“Yeah, of course not.” Faye smiling back over her shoulder at him, he was glad that he didn’t have to say it and that nobody came right out and said it.

“I don’t care what Daniel says.” The way he said it sounded like he was convincing himself, especially when he repeated two or three more times.

“Good! Don’t!” I smiled.

“Let’s go there right now!” Heather said, pointing to the side road that would get us there.

“Oh I don’t…”

“She’s right. Right now!”

We went. It was perfect timing, almost magical. Elisha was walking in to start her shift for the day and we pulled up. The chubby nineteen year old dressed in a white shirt, green vest, and khakis. I bet Keith had to seem so cool to Elisha. Pulling up with a car full of friends, one of which was Heather Fucking Lancaster! It was obvious that she crushed on him as hard as he did her. I could see her holding back her joy, wanting to be cool. I did a loop of the parking lot after he came back, with a date for them to go out tonight for Halloween. Pointing into the window of the shop, where Elisha and her co-worker were jumping up and down in happiness. My car should have gotten better gas mileage than ever before because Keith was floating in happiness.

I dropped him and then Heather off, she made some vague plans for us all to get together soon. I was sure she was just being nice. Instead of going home we all went to Sammy’s small apartment. Even though I knew why she’d want us to go there. Even though I remembered being with her and Faye, it was still different. Different in the light of day as it were. But a little nervousness didn’t stop us, and by the end I knew it would be something we’d be doing for a long time.

If not forever. Me, my sister, and one of my best friends.

****

Epilogues – You don’t need to read them. You can just be happy with how I ended it, but it explains some things. They aren’t totally in chronological order.

Epilogue 1

When we did it in Samantha’s brightly adorned bed in her tiny apartment I noticed it, when we did it again before lunch I was fairly certain, and after getting back from a fun Halloween party I knew for sure. Two things. The first was that my stamina was vastly increased. I don’t have to claim to be a woman pleaser here. The times before I don’t think I ever got a woman off by penetration alone. Afterwards, after the bus, well I only had to do oral stuff for fun. The second was that I was throwing a lot of heat each and every time we did it. Sure having Faye and Sam was something to be really turned on about, which might explain my ease to get an erection, but that couldn’t explain why I came such a vast amount of cum each and every time. It didn’t explain how they were so deliciously wet, like running down their thighs and leaving large pizza sized spots on the sheets.

And… I was bigger, not gigantically so but I knew my own dick and it was at least 25% thicker and longer.

I stayed bigger forever but over the months that followed my ejaculations sizes dialed down to something in the realm of believability. Still… more. I always had plenty, but it was believable. Even though I never fooled myself into thinking that nothing strange had happened up there.

Epilogue 2

Faye’s mom approved of us dating! Dating but not so much moving in together just a couple weeks later. She got solace in that she could tell her friends that Faye was living with my sister, not her boyfriend. I think our mom thought it was weird that we were all in the small one bedroom apartment, but I don’t think dad registered it at all.

Epilogue 3

Keith knocked up Elisha on their third date. I guess she hadn’t ever gone on birth control, too embarrassed to ask her parents. Which even Faye had done with her strict parent. Elisha’s dad “forced” him to come work for him, which was great for Keith because he was always upset with making decisions and had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He got a decent job and the real prospects of management, he got a wife, and they had perfectly healthy kids. Yes kids! Triplets!

Epilogue 4

Heather left town a couple weeks later, we never hung out as she said. Of course it took us a while to hear the rumor that she was gone, don’t know why she left but I knew she was going to be happier whenever she ended up.

Epilogue 5

Something I left out of the main story. As Faye was riding me at the end of the night, I looked over her and Sammy’s shoulders. Across the bus I saw Keith with a look on his face that I wasn’t sure was pain or pleasure. Heather was still riding him, but they had shifted so he was almost laying down on the bench. His head and one shoulder was still up on the backrest. In that moment of distraction I saw they were both glistening with sweat, or I thought it was just that. Because Keith let out a noise like he did the one time his kid sister accidentally tossed a soda can into his crotch. A deep prolonged wheeze. Heather responded with nods, laughs.

“Fifteen! Fifteen for you and five for me!” She said as she lifted off, Keith nodding his head in miserable verification of her count. His dick slapped against his stomach, as hard as mine was. His head pressed back into the seat, as he ejaculated, spasms making him collapse fully into the seat. Shot after shot of his cum ejected out of him, up his stomach and chest, hit him in the chin by how he turned his head away. “You keep cuming for me! Oh god I’m so fucking hot that you… KEEP… COMING… FOR… ME!” Reaching down to milk more out of him, not caring that she was showering him with his own seed. A big grin on her beautiful face she sat back down on his dick while it was still oozing. “YES! Still so hard!”

I was distracted by what was going on, literally in my lap, but it wasn’t too much later before it happened again. Heather rubbing her hands all over my friend’s stomach and chest, lathering him with his own cum. He let out the strained wheeze, she rode him, shouted the score was sixteen to five. Coming off him a little late, her pussy dripping with his cum, but he still had more to splatter over the both of them. Too much. Impossibly much.

When Faye, Samantha, and I collapsed in a heap to fall asleep… Heather and Keith were still going at it.

Epilogue 6

I was deep asleep. So deep that it was like a dream more than reality. I think I was dreaming that I was being taken Trick or Treating, led by the hand from house to house. Only it was away from the warmth of the two women I loved. Out into what was colder by comparison autumn day.

“Gordon!” A voice that was not mom’s brought me out, as well as me tripping over a backpack.

“Huh?” My where and when came back to me, but not the who. Even after everything my brain refused to believe that this was Heather Fucking Lancaster, who was naked and pulling me atop her. Looking over my shoulder, knowing I should be with Faye and Sammy, they were asleep and now clinging to each other. “Wha?”

“I need one more. From you!” And still sort of thinking it a dream I nodded, of course this wasn’t real, but even dream fucking Heather Lancaster was something I couldn’t pass up on. “You clearly need it too!”

“Yeah,” I supposed I did because I was (still?) hard.

“There! YES!” She was wetter than anything I’d ever been in before, she still moaned like she wasn’t totally saturated with my friend’s cum, moaned like she hadn’t had it in ages. I groaned, grabbing her tits and thrusting myself into her as hard and fast as I could. Such amazing tits I remember thinking as I slammed inside her over and over, rocking the bus. Looking around to see if anybody else was seeing this, me fucking Heather Lancaster! Keith did! He was in a heap (Naked for some reason? Not really remembering anything before Heather pulled me away from my two loves.) but he was watching me with wide eyes, looking so pale in the lowlight of the moon coming in the windows. “Gordon! I’m gonna come but keep going! Keep going! COMING SO GOOD!”

I did, not because she said so but because mine seemed so far away. Far away but I wanted it! I wanted to be able to brag to all my friends that I fucked Heather Lancaster. That I raw dogged her and came inside a pussy that (I thought then) only jocks had gotten before. I think… It’s just another crazy thing of that night but I think I fell asleep. I “came too” as she ran her fingernails down my back, luckily too weak from the hours of sex she’d probably been having by then to do much damage.

“YES! TWO! KEEP GOING!” And then moments or minutes later. “GORDON! YOU FUCKING FAT DICKED ANIMAL! THREE! KEEP GOING!” Three orgasms, god how I would brag! Feeling myself thrusting away, hard! So fucking hard! Trying to get to my eruption. Fog of us grunting and moaning before, “Four! You fucking beast! FOUR!” Darkness that was just me humping away. “FIVE! FUCK ME!” And there was, “SIX!” and finally, “SEVEN! IF YOU DON’T CUM NOW YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME WITH YOUR PERFECT DICK!”

I did come, inside her a good three or four huge splurts. Then I pulled out of her, thinking this was my one and only chance with her. I didn’t just cover her stomach. I hunched over beside her, tugging myself and getting wads across those perfect tits, her neck, chin, and SO MUCH across her beautiful face. Like with Keith’s earlier she happily rubbed the stuff in, only it was into her skin, a big drunken smile on her face before her eyes flittered shut.

“Did you see that?” I asked my friend, because I didn’t remember where I took my clothes off. I wanted my phone to take a picture to prove to everyone I’d done this. Keith and the guy outside nodded, they had seen it. I laughed at the relief I felt that they were my witnesses, even if I had my phone I thought, it wouldn’t matter because this is a dream. “I hope I remember this in the morning.”

“I don’t.” Keith croaked, I laughed at him but by then my voice had woken up Sammy.

She rolled away from Faye, patted the spot between them, it looked so comfy and exactly right that I didn’t care if one was my best friend and the other my sister. Dreamily didn’t bother wondering why both were (for some reason) naked.

But of course none of it was a dream.

Epilogue 7

The month after Faye and I got married, both her and Samantha ended up pregnant. By me. The three of us had a conversation about going off birth control, I didn’t really have a say when Sam and Faye agreed both of them should stop taking the pill. Can you guess what we had? Faye and Samantha both had triplets. All healthy and perfect as a dad could ask for. While it did require a lot of work they were great kids. I heard other parents complain that they didn’t have a sex life anymore. They all joked that Faye and I wouldn’t be able to touch each other until retirement, not with triplets. But they were wrong. Even with Samantha’s “illegitimate” three we were good. I think our kids fell asleep early just to give the three of us time to relax, then get in the mood. Almost every night.

Epilogue 8

Six years later I ran into Heather while out of town for work. She was happily, “unmarried” and living with her sister. Only I saw them let go each other’s hands when somebody from Defluer rounded a corner to see them. I’m not certain because of course she didn’t spill her guts to me right there in that Colorado grocery store, but I think her sister was her “wish”. Maybe she didn’t have the courage to be with her sister, maybe her sister had a reason not to be with her. Whatever it was, I just knew that this was her happiness.

“Of course you know about the kids, they’re all still doing great!” The sister said in a way that said she was happy to talk about the kids, that it was one of her favorite topics. “They’re at school right now, only chance we get to go out really.”

“Oh yeah, the kids!” Giving a look to Heather that told her I was clearly playing along.

“They’re all doing great.” And then she proceeded to name off six kids and what was unique and special about them. I nodded and smiled, watching Heather’s anxiety grow with each passing moment. “Five is a really great age. Really great.”

Five! That was a real kick in the shorts, it hit me. They were five years old. I didn’t know and didn’t ask the exact age. Could see it in Heather’s eyes that it would not be good for her if her sister even suspected I was the father. I knew for sure those kids were whatever age minus nine month pregnancy that it took to be back to the night of the bus. Sextuplets. I knew for sure, even though I wasn’t sure it was medically possible, but I knew that three were mine and three were Keith’s.

I really don’t know what was said after that but eventually we parted, with Heather (and her sister) once more insisting that we get together sometime.

Epilogue 9

Faye was sick when she told me about what she saw. Running a fever and half out of it, I was taking care of her while Sammy was taking care of the kids.

“I had a dream.” She said, after coming awake right as I’d been about to get up to go help Sam. “A dream about the man! The man outside the bus windows.” It tickled something in my own brain, like… I knew what she was talking about. Like the name of an actor that you know but just can’t recall. There had been a man outside the bus, but I just couldn’t recall seeing him. “I betrayed you!”

“What? Me?” And because she was feverish I clarified, “Gordon?”

“Yes I betrayed you Gordon!” That made my stomach sick, at the concept of her betraying me, but as soon as I thought who I was talking to I knew it wasn’t that sort of betrayal.

“How?” Asking to figure out what she thought of as betrayal.

“I covered us up so you wouldn’t see him, so I couldn’t see him. It was finally happening! Me and you were finally happening and I saw him out there. So I covered us with my jacket and… You didn’t freak out!” She clung to me, weak but I didn’t try to pull away, trying to remember how I fucking knew there had been somebody outside the bus. How I knew but also why I wouldn’t have freaked out. “He was a monster! He was out there and all I cared about was that we were together. He got inside us all,” She didn’t mean physically but all the hairs on my body stood up as if it was the case. “And all I cared was that his magic tricked you into being with me.”

Had I been tricked? Had… Had he fulfilled Faye’s wish? Was her wish to have me? Maybe even me AND my sister? Forever? I sat there staring at nothing and thinking. Thinking how I’d felt before the bus and how I felt afterward. Remembered her admitting one night about how she loved watching “Step-brother and step-sister” porn, masturbating while imagining it was Sam and I. Watching them and wondering if those plots could ever be used to convince us to do it, incest.

Had the magic done something to me? Convinced me of feeling and being something and somebody I wasn’t? But… I do think I loved her, I was scared to admit it to myself back then, to hope she cared for me that same way back, but I did love her.

And Samantha? Of course I loved my sister but… Was that magic? I thought maybe it was, sure there was a set of circumstances where Sam and I could have messed around. Maybe even gotten together. But… Be in love? As we were now? It was probably magic. A wish.

Some part of me tried to be bothered by it, but whose wish was it? Faye’s? My sister’s? Did it even fucking matter? When my life was damn near perfect. When I had two women ready and willing to fuck me together, or separately. Did it matter that somebody’s wish had made it happen? That magic had re-written my brain a little to not just find my sister attractive, but to be into the incestous act of being with her. Like sometimes I swear I had to fuck her after leaving a family holiday get together, after everyone and everything at those parties reminded me that she was my sister. The fact that she was the same way, kinda said it wasn’t either of us that made the wish.

I kissed Faye, on the forehead, and told her the truth. “Doesn’t matter, I’m glad you protected me. I think I saw him.” How did I even know it was a him? If I couldn’t remember there being anybody? “But… If it was your wish, or Sammy’s… Or even Heather’s or Keith’s for some reason.” Well maybe Heather would have a reason, after seeing her with her sister. “Whatever it was, I don’t care. I’m happy with you, and my sister.” Even then I got fucking hard while embracing my flu-struck wife, at the idea that I had kids with my own fucking sister! I’d knocked her tiny body up and she’d given me THREE kids! “I wouldn’t wish for anything more than our family. Our life.”

“Really?” Faye asked, feverish but aware.

“Yeah.” Another kiss on the forehead, laying her down, the burden taken off her of the memory brought back by the fever she went to sleep, and I had to go see Sammy.

“The kids just went down for a nap,” She said after I slipped out of the bedroom. I was not surprised by the ‘supernatural’ timing. “Is she doing okay?”

“Yeah, feverish. She… Mentioned something about the bus.” I didn’t need to define what bus. “I think it might have been her wish that made us… Us all a family.” I told her, struggling not to reach out and grab her.

“Yeah?” A thoughtful expression coming across her face as she processed what that all meant. “Does that bother you?”

“No, in fact I want to fuck you right now, my own sexy lithe big sister.” The thoughtful expression was instantly replaced with a wicked smile.

“I was hoping for the same thing after I checked on her.” And we fucked right there in the hallway, the kids and Faye slept right through it, the two of us perversely aroused by the act of fucking our sibling.

Epilogue 10

I did bring it up to Keith one fall night while we sat outside on the porch of his house. A shape catching our attention moving through the woods. But it ended up being a woman looking for her dog. After she had gone, after we promised to keep an eye out for it, in the silence that followed where we both felt a little bad for not offering to help, but we were too buzzed to go walking around in the woods at night, I brought it up.

“Did you think it was him?” I asked, simply, once more I didn’t need to clarify, Keith just knew as Sam had just known what bus.

“The guy from outside of the bus? Yeah, I do. You?” I still didn’t remember him! I didn’t remember but that didn’t mean I didn’t know he had been out there.

“Yup.”

“You don’t remember him much, do you?” I shook my head that I didn’t.

“I… I forgot about him, lost track of him once Heather…” He checked to make sure Elisha wasn’t in earshot. “Once Heather got on me and… Hammered me like she did.”

“Understandable.” I grinned, he did too.

“Heather Fucking Lancaster!” I totally agreed to that sentiment too. After a second he went on, without a smile. Which was good because I’d been about to tell him about her kids and my suspicions. “But I think it was because… I wasn’t resisting the magic, I saw him before because I was fighting it. Once I gave in… It was like he was never out there.”

I didn’t want to say anything, but I did. “I think Faye wished for me and Sammy to be in love, with each other and her.”

“Eh,” He waved that away easily. “You and her were in love with each other anyway. Just couldn’t admit it to each other.” That made me feel better, that he’d seen it, that the magic hadn’t just made me think that that was how I felt before. “Sammy on the other hand… You two were close but…”

“Yeah,” I agreed, close but not anywhere near incest.

“Does… That bother you?” I could tell it was something he’d wanted to ask for a while.

“No, maybe it’s the magic but… No.” He nodded clearly unable to understand how I could do it, much less be okay with it. I smiled, that idea, Keith being uneasy with my sister and my incest, meant Sammy would get all my focus tonight.

Epilogue 11

“You know what I just thought of?” Mom asked as she stood there with us as we saw the kids off on the bus for their first day of school.

“What?” Sammy asked, stepping away from where she had been leaning against me, needing support for our kids being so big now.

“It just popped into my head at seeing the bus.” All three of us tensed, I noticed how proficient mom had become at ignoring the signs that her son and daughter and daughter-in-law were together. She had not looked our way until Sammy put some space between us. “Remember that summer when you all were obsessed with finding the Sky Bus?” Mom giggled. “You weren’t even young! You were like nineteen… Twenty?” Mom shrugged, giving us all a look like we were infinitely different from her for ever being so young. “I can’t believe that you all looked for that, especially you Sammy.” Mom giggling some more, shaking her head. “So silly.”

“Why was it so silly?” I asked, mostly because of how statue still Sammy got at mom pointing her out specifically.

“Because… because of what you need to do to get your wish. At least… One of the things I heard that people had to do.” Mom shrugged, blushed. “I could barely tell her then…”