Entering the house, she turned on a lamp in the living room and walked down the hall to look in on Jill. Opening the door and turning on the light, she froze dead in her tracks. The color drained horn her face as she gasped the doorframe. The two naked bodies, locked together in sleep on the cum-drenched sheet told the whole ugly story.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" she screamed hysterically.
Sitting up and pulling the sheet over their naked bodies, they stared at their mother in total disbelief.
"Explain this!" she shouted in a trembling voice. "How long has this been going on?"
"Only since last night," answered Jill in a toneless whisper.
"Shut up, you whore! I'm talking to your brother!" she snapped.
"Like Jill said, only since last night," Jack mumbled.
"You both make me sick!" Vicky screamed. "Jack, get out of that bed and get into your room!"
As he leaped out of bed, his mother stared horrified at the jism and cunt juice glistening on his limp cock.
"And hide that filthy cock!" screamed his near hysterical mother.
When Jack had stumbled down the hall to his room, Vicky Baxter slowly walked over to the edge of her daughter's bed and, drawing back her hand, slapped Jill viciously across the face.
"You bitch!" she hissed, leaving the room.
Striding angrily down the hall, she pounded on Jack's door. "Put some clothes on and come into the living room where I can talk to you."
While waiting for him, she nervously poured herself a shot of Scotch. Then another. The strong burning alcohol seemed to steady her. When Jack entered the room, he settled into a chair across from his mother.
"Stand up!" she screamed. "Don't you dare sit down while I'm talking to you!"
Jack quickly stood up.
"Now explain this filthy situation to me," she said in a more controlled voice.
"It's h-hard to explain," he stammered. "It sort of just happened."
"It just happened!" she yelled again. "You seduce your sister and then calmly tell me it just happened."
"Oh God, Mother, I can't explain it," he mumbled in a low voice.
"Damn it!" she continued. "Explain to me how a grown man could possibly seduce his sister."
As mother and son stared at each other in silence, Jill quietly entered the room.
"Mother, he didn't seduce me," she said in an even voice. "I begged him to do it."
"What are you saying?" gasped her mother. "I begged him to do it to me," she sobbed. "I seduced him."
"No, Jill," sighed Jack. "I knew we were doing wrong. It was all my fault."
"But it wasn't wrong!" shouted Jill. "It was wonderful!"
"It was what?" screamed her mother.
"It was wonderful," Jill whispered. "It was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me."
Her mother stared in disbelief at her daughter. "How can you say that anything as sordid as incest is beautiful?" she snapped.
Jill didn't answer.
"Change those sheets, take a shower and go to bed," her mother continued in a weary voice.
The next day was Sunday and the three of them drove to church in complete silence. When the services were over, Vicky Baxter drew Reverend Lewis aside.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked when he saw the worried expression on her face.
"It's Jill," she replied. "She seems to have lost her sense of values."
"Well," he smiled, "children stray at times. I wouldn't worry about it."
"No, Reverend Lewis," she continued in a flat voice. "This is something serious."
"What has she done?"
"Never mind what she's done," replied Vicky. "She seems to have lost all perspective of right and wrong."
"Would you like me to have a talk with her?" he asked.
"Oh, Reverend Lewis," she smiled. "I wish you would. Both children respect you so much."
"All right, Vicky," he said quietly. "Ask Jill to drop over to the rectory around one o'clock tomorrow afternoon and I'll have a chat with her."
Jill was furious when they got home and her mother informed her that she was to meet Reverend Lewis the next day.
"I suppose you told him that I seduced my brother," she snapped.
"No, Jill, I didn't," her mother replied. "I just asked him to talk to you."
"About what?"
"You seem to have lost your perspective of right and wrong," she replied. "Maybe he can straighten out your thoughts."
"My thoughts are straight," she snapped. "He should straighten out that frustrated virgin daughter of his before he starts messing up my mind."
"Jill!" her mother gasped. "I can't understand you. That's a terrible thing to say."
"Well it's true," cried Jill as she fled to her room.
At twelve-thirty the next afternoon, Jill was sitting on her bed, dreading the meeting with the minister. She had always liked Reverend Lewis but now she was filled with scorn. She totally resented the idea of going over for the forthcoming lecture. Jill was filled with hate for all mankind. Oh, how she wanted to hurt and embarrass that meddling preacher.
Suddenly a wild insane thought crashed into her confused mind. She recalled how she had tamed her arrogant brother with her cunt. Why not try it with Reverend Lewis? As the plan began developing in her emotionally twisted mind, she quickly began undressing. Rummaging through her closet, she found a short summer dress and slipped it over her otherwise naked body. Looking in the mirror she was pleased with the effect of her nipples thrusting out against the thin material of her cotton dress.
When she arrived at the rectory, Reverend Lewis greeted her with his big friendly smile.
"Hello, Jill," he said. "It's so nice of you to come over and chat with me."
"It was my mother's idea, not mine," she replied defiantly.
"Well, it's really not important whose idea it was," he continued. "The important thing is that you're here."
Ignoring the chair he offered her, she moved over and sat down on the sofa next to him.
"Well, Jill," he smiled, "what shall we talk about?"
"You're the preacher," she snapped, pleased with the way he was nervously glancing at her big nipples protruding against the thin material of her dress.
"Your mother says you seem to be suddenly unaware of right and wrong," he continued.
Carefully crossing her legs to expose a big portion of her thigh, she smiled into his face. "That's only because I enjoy fucking."
He stared at her in complete shock.
"That's right," she continued as he sat stunned. "I love to fuck. Don't you enjoy fucking, Reverend Lewis, or don't preachers ever fuck?"
"Jill!" he finally gasped. "Have you lost your mind?"
"No," she giggled, "I just enjoy being fucked."
Reverend Lewis just sat in stunned silence.
"In all my years in the ministry," he finally replied in a choked voice, "I've never talked to anyone as totally depraved as you seem to be."
"Well, now that you know my problem, what shall we talk about?" she asked in a low voice.
"Jill," he stammered, "I just don't know what to say."
"Why don't you bring out one of your canned sermons and try it on me?" she continued in an even voice.
When he didn't answer, she smiled up into his dazed eyes. "Maybe I'm possessed by the devil."
"Everyone has some of the devil in them," he stammered, "but, Jill, I can't believe what I'm hearing."
"Isn't God love?" she quietly asked, looking straight into his eyes.
"Of course God is love," he stammered.
"Well," she continued, "and fucking is love, isn't it?"
"Sex and love have a place together in the sanctity of marriage only," he replied.
"Can you reject the devil?" she asked, suddenly changing the subject.
"I try every day to reject the devil," he answered proudly.