Whatever my sister wants (Incest/Taboo Sex):>Ep2

"Dad, you know Dean's parents, right?" Kota asked mid-way through dinner that evening.

Dillon knew of Dean's parents. They had been introduced once, and they acknowledged each other at various school functions. He owned a car dealership in town, and she had some little shop downtown that appeared to cater to people equally as strange as she seemed to be, mostly younger, and sold crystals, incense, and handmade jewelry, mostly baubles.

Dillon believed they'd never had a real conversation. Dillon had driven Jaguars since his business became successful, and Dean's father only sold new Volkswagens and Subarus.

Dillon knew of Dean, of course, but couldn't picture what the boy looked like.

"Of course, sweetheart," he answered only a little fictitiously.

"We have a science project, and I was assigned Dean as my partner."

"That'll be fun," Dillon answered as enthusiastically as he could muster. He didn't want to stop Kota from talking to him about Dean for the first time ever.

"Probably not, but we need to work on it. Will you be home tomorrow afternoon?"

"Sure. What do I need to do to help?" Dillon answered even more enthusiastically. Neither of his children had asked for help with school work for years.

Kota giggled and shook her head.

"What? I don't mind helping any way I can."

"Dad, I just need you to chaperone. We're gonna be in the dining room, but don't hang out in there. Just be home."

"So you need protection?" Dillon asked in a concerned voice.

"Dad, no. I mean, just, well, his parents want us to be supervised," Kota fibbed a little in the moment and without much forethought.

"So they think you're going to do something wrong?"

"Dad! No..."

"He's not eighteen yet, so they want to protect you from committing statutory rape?" Dillon asked with a laugh.

"God, Dad! Don't be gross. He's eighteen, but I don't care about that..."

"So you'd jump his bones even if he weren't eighteen?"

"Jesus Christ, Dad!"

Dillon and Cage were both laughing pretty hard at that point.

"Men!" Kota groaned and glared at her dad. "No wonder I like girls!"

Cage almost choked as he was taking a drink of water, but Dillon's eyes got huge as he stared at his daughter.

"Kota?" he whispered.

"I'm kidding, Dad. I'm strictly dickly mostly. Usually always probably maybe. It's not like I've experimented with either. I just want you to shut up about sex. It's not gonna happen, especially tomorrow, unless Ryan Gosling accidentally shows up. If that happens, all bets are off."

"Ewww," Cage groaned. "He's ancient. "

"He's hot, and he's got at least a good ten years left before he's too old," Kota argued.

"Have you seen his wife? She has boobs!" Cage bandied.

"Woah, personal? I'm just a late bloomer."

Kota's voice had dropped in decibel level.

"That's what your mom said too. As far as I know, she never bloomed, not even after you kids were born."

Both of Dillon's children stared silently at their dad. Neither could remember the last time he mentioned that person, casually or otherwise.

"Dad?" Kota softly inquired.

"You're beautiful, Kota," he whispered back and stared down at his plate.

Dillon had met his twin's mother in college during their sophomore year, and they hit it off immediately. She studied political science and he studied business. They moved in together for junior year, and the unplanned twins were born mid-way through their senior year.

Dillon asked her to marry him the day after graduation, and she accepted.

The following morning, she left a note that she couldn't do it, and was gone, without the twins. He didn't hear from her for ten years. She called him out of the blue one day, at his job running the company he started, and said she was going to be in town on business and she wanted to see her kids, but neither one had any desire to meet her, and Dillon refused to force them.

She didn't put much effort into forcing the situation, and made no attempts to contact any of them since.

After several minutes of eating in silence, Dillon stood up and took his dishes to the kitchen.

"You're an asshole," Kota growled at her brother when their dad was out of earshot.

"What? I didn't bring up our mother."

"Shut up, Cage. I meant my tits. Just because I don't show them off doesn't mean I don't have any."

"I really hadn't noticed," he retorted.

"They're there, but you sound like you expect me to prove that. It's not happening."

"I meant I hadn't noticed you don't show them off."

"How am I supposed to take that, Cage? I do not show them off. I think I'd have to walk around naked from the waist up to do that."

"Dad was right."

"About what? Stay on topic."

Cage shrugged, but wouldn't look at his sister.

"You're wrong. I don't like big tits."

"And I don't like football players, but I do refuse to date anybody shorter than I am."

"Well, that leaves like three guys in the school for you to date that aren't football players, and one of those is your brother. You're like five-eleven, right?"

"That sounds about right."

"Good thing you didn't say 'dumber'. That would just leave one and I don't even need to add the part about being football players."

"You didn't pronounce the n at the beginning of none."

"That's not even true, Kota!"

"Whatever, but if you're trying to say my tits only look small because I'm tall, I call bullshit."

"I just mean that, well, it was a joke."

"Ah. Joke about your sister's little tits. Not nice, Cage."

"It was a joke when I said she has boobs. She does have boobs, but I never said anything about yours. The only thing I can think of to say about yours would be weird, so I've never said anything about your tits."

"So if you don't have anything good to say, don't say anything at all?" Kota groused at her brother.

"Sheesh, Kota. Weird, I only have weird things to say about your tits, so I don't say anything at all."

"You're such a jerk, Cage!"

"Fine! I don't like big tits, I like little tits, and you have perfect, little tits! Feel better that your brother thinks your tits are perfect?"