We're the parents now! - Part 4

Some hours later, Tim sat at the kitchen table in his mother's robe, shaking with his head buried in his hands.

His mind was reeling with the events that had just transpired, and he could feel the sweat trickling down his bare chest. His sister, Angel, had fucked him with her cock, and he had been filled with his own father's seed. It was like a dream gone horribly wrong, a nightmare he couldn't escape.

Angel paced back and forth in the living room, her mind racing. She couldn't believe what she had done. Tim was right; it was wrong. But the feeling of being inside their mother, of being able to fulfill their father's desires so perfectly...it was intoxicating.

Tim must have heard Angel's movements because he looked up, his face twisted in a mix of anger and shame, "What are we supposed to do with this now? With what you've done?"

"Tim," Angel admitted, twisting her father's wedding ring on her finger, "I think I like being Dad."

"You're... you're sick, Angel," Tim spat out, his voice quivering with rage, "You're a fucking pervert. You can't be Dad. You can't... you can't fucking do this to us."

Angel sighed, running her hands through her hair, "But I can. And you can be Mom... My lover."

"Your ...lover?"

Angel stared at the matching wedding ring on Tim's slender finger, 

"This is who we are now."

Tim gulped. She wasn't wrong. His mind raced with the implications of Angel's words. They were no longer brother and sister, but a couple: Tim as Mom, and Angel as Dad.

He couldn't help but glance down at the deep V-neck of his mother's robe, exposing her cleavage. It was a strange sensation, inhabiting his own mother's womanly form. The soft fabric of the robe clung to his curves, reminding him of the maternal figure he had always known. He pondered the insanity of it all and what it would mean to truly embrace her body as his own.

"Well," he said, his voice shaky but firm, "If we're going to do this, then we need to do it right. We can no longer act like our old selves. I don't think we could mentally handle it."

Angel nodded, her eyes never leaving Tim's.

Tim slowly approached Angel and leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle, tentative kiss.

"Okay?" Tim spoke softly.

"Okay," Angel whispered.