In the second installment, Tom and Lily's parents let their children know they've discovered the nature of their relationship. Surprisingly tolerant of their children's incest, in the third and final installment they witness their growing maturity and sense of responsibility to family and to each other. The moment of their impending separation, however, draws nearer.

"You know what we should do?" Sharon said to Derek one evening after dark when Lily and Tom were out. They were sitting on their deck in the back yard.

"What?" Derek replied, not looking up from his book.

"We should tell them about ourselves, about the work we do, how we had sex for the first time ... you know, the truth. Their sex lives are right out in the open for us to see. What about ours?"

Derek frowned and muttered, "Mmm ... "

Sharon persisted. "Really, darling, I think we owe it to them. They've been so good since we found out about them. They really have reached another level of maturity together."

Sharon touched Derek's arm. "Just like we did after we were married." She smiled at him.

Pretending to read his book and knowing that the pretense was a failure, Derek squirmed in his seat. "You keep referring back to us ..."

"I know, I know," said Sharon. "And you keep telling me ..."Sharon lowered her voice, "But we weren't brother and sister!"

Derek rose out of his seat and faced her. "Well, we weren't! Don't tell me you don't think there's a difference," he said with annoyance.

"Derek. Our two children are nowhere near as licentious as you and I were before we were eighteen. Come on: you know that's true."

Derek sighed. "Yeah ..." He looked at his shoes. "Okay ... you're right." He sat back down. They were silent together for what seemed a long time before Derek spoke.

"So, how do you think we should do this? Tell them together or one at a time?"

Sharon looked thoughtful as she said, "Together; we should tell them together. We should respect them as a couple."

She took his hand and kissed it.

"We shouldn't be afraid of this, Derek. It's our lives and our work. I'm not ashamed of what we did and what we're doing now."

"I know you're right," he said.

She said to him, "I don't want them to find out on their own. I want them to know that we were honest with them and that it was because they proved themselves to be adults."

Derek gently took Sharon's hand and kissed it. "I agree," he said to her. "I guess we're not really a conventional family anyway." He smiled at her.

Sharon smiled back and cocked her head. "That's an understatement! Our kids are incestuous and their parents are promiscuous. Not exactly 'Ozzie and Harriet,' huh?"

And they both laughed.

It was a Friday evening and Lily was putting the dinner dishes into the dishwasher. Tom had cleaned off the kitchen table and was preparing to sweep the floor.

Taking some old magazines and newspapers out to the garage for recycling, Sharon stopped for a moment to look at her children.

They are so good, she thought to herself. They've become so responsible since we've acknowledged their affair. They've been as good as their word. She smiled as she said to herself, they're using this as a dress rehearsal for when they're out on their own. It's nice to see them make the effort. Despite the heartache I feel, I'm so proud of them!

Derek was in the den pacing back and forth. They had decided that this evening they would tell Tom and Lily about their history as a couple and about the sexual working lives they'd led over the past twenty years.

Tom and Lily sat down on the sofa in the den. They were talking excitedly about a new film they wanted to see that weekend.

Derek stood by the fireplace awkwardly waiting for Sharon to appear.

"What's up, Dad?" Tom asked.

"Yes, what is it, Daddy?" Lily smiled at her father.

"Um ... let's wait for your mother to get here." Derek and Sharon had agreed that she would begin the discussion.

Lily sat very close to Tom. In addition to being her lover, he was both her protector and her biggest fan. Tom encouraged his sister to be more forward, to assert herself more in school. With his guidance, Lily became more outspoken in class. She got much better, for example, at delivering oral reports. She offered to help tutor her classmates, which won her the respect of her teachers and the gratitude of those fellow students that performed better because of her.

The shy, sensitive girl had gone from being almost outcast to well respected and finally to popular within a certain circle of girls that admired her maturity. She was at the end of her sophomore year now. She still did not cultivate close friends among the girls at school. She had no need of them as Tom became her closest friend and mentor as well as her lover. He was her chief advisor and booster.

Tom's working closely with Lily also helped him develop as a scholar. A senior now, he began to think about teaching as a career. He liked the idea of becoming a university professor and had engaged one of the school's guidance counselors in helping to lay out the steps needed to reach that goal. Because of his academic achievement (he would be class valedictorian), Tom was selected to take an advanced placement course locally at Pierce College.

Sharon came into the room smiling and stood next to her obviously nervous husband. She addressed their children directly.

"Well, Tom, Lily, we have something we've wanted to share with you both for a long time but before now didn't think it appropriate. We held back because we needed to know you were mature enough to handle what we want to tell you and you both certainly are that. I'm proud to say you have demonstrated that we were right to trust you both."

Derek added, "Yes, we wanted to say how impressed we are with you both. And it's really your doing. This is nothing to do with us; it's all about how the quality of your inner selves; what you were born with and what you chose to do with those characteristics."

Derek and Sharon looked at each other. Derek continued, "We're fortunate just to know you let alone be your parents."

Tom put his arm around Lily, who leaned against his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks, Dad; thanks, Mom," Lily said. "Thanks again for trusting us."

"So, what did you want to tell us?" Tom asked.

Derek and Sharon looked at each other. Derek began to speak to Tom and Lily.

"It has to do with the nature of our work, our respective occupations." Derek stopped briefly as if gathering himself.

"Okay, Dad; what is it?" said Tom, now more curious than concerned.

Sharon picked up from there. "Lily, Tom, part of the reason we trusted you to continue your relationship is that we love you both so much. Another reason was our history; your father's and mine, involving sex."

"What do you mean? About having sex when you were our ages?" Lily asked.

Sharon sighed. "It's rather more than that, sweetheart. What I'm about to tell you both has to stay within our family. Do you understand?"

Surprised, Lily took on her more serious look as she said, "Yes, Mom, of course."

"Sure, Mom," said Tom, a quizzical look on his face.

"We're trusting you with this. I also want you to reserve judgment of us until we finish explaining. Okay?"

"Judgment? ... Okay." Lily and Tom were both puzzled now.

Sharon took a deep breath and said, "We work in the sex industry; both of us."

Lily eyes widened and her mouth fell open; Tom raised his eyebrows but they said nothing. Sharon continued.

"When we first moved to California, your father and I found jobs having sex in front of a camera. Your dad and I posed for pornographic still photos and acted in erotic motion pictures."

Derek added, "We performed together and with other people. And I still work in the adult film industry. I'm a producer and distributor of erotic films and images."

Derek waited for an accusation. Tom and Lily, however, were silent, merely perplexed.

After a moment, Tom said, "Oh, wow; I wouldn't have expected that. You never said what kind of movies so I just thought it was Hollywood stuff. Wow, that's something."

Sharon resumed the narrative.

"What I'm going to tell you now will be more surprising, I'm afraid."

Sharon glanced apprehensively at her husband before continuing.

"After four years I left that business to have you both and to raise you until you started school. I thought about going back to the film industry but changed my mind when I found I could make more money as a prostitute. I loved sex and enjoyed meeting people; that's really what being a whore is about.

"I'm sure I've shocked you, my dears. We didn't tell you sooner because we didn't think you would understand but now ... well you're old enough to know about these things."

"Are you still a prostitute?" Lily, though stunned by this revelation, maintained a calm thoughtful exterior.

"Yes, Lily, four days a week I work in a brothel in L.A. I'm still attractive enough to maintain a certain clientele and I have faithful customers that I've seen for years."

Sharon turned to face her husband. She said, "Your father is the most the gracious, loving, and understanding husband any woman could have. He wants me to be 'me' and supports me in this."

Yes, I can see that, how much he loves you, Lily thought. Since she had begun her affair with Tom, she started to notice those things more and more.

Wow! Tom said to himself.

"Your father and I have always been open and expressive about sex. If you think less of me, I'll understand. Please know that I'm not ashamed of what I do. I don't broadcast it of course because it would make my life ... our lives ... more complicated than they need to be."

Everyone was silent for what seemed like the longest time. Finally Lily spoke.

"Mom, thank you for telling us." She stood up and hugged and kissed her mother.

"So, you're not ... put off or ... ?" Sharon asked her.

Lily took her mother's hands in hers and said, "Of course not. I love you both. You're a great mom. I could never think of you any other way."

Relieved, Sharon said, softly, "Thank you, Lily."

"I'm surprised that you're both so involved with sex. I wouldn't have guessed that." Lily shrugged. "I suppose we all have secrets."

"You're great parents. We have the greatest respect for you both," Tom said. "We're lucky to have you."

"Thank you, Tom," Derek said. "I don't think you'll ever know what that means to us."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I think I do. You both had faith in us when you had every right to be angry and to separate us."

Lily moved next to her brother and took his hand. Tom smiled at her and then continued.

"But you didn't. You recognized that we really loved each other; that it wasn't some passing urge. You respected us. You gave us a chance to prove ourselves."

Sharon stepped forward and embraced her son and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Tom."

Derek stepped to his wife's side and put his arm around her. "I love your mom with all my heart. We have never felt jealous and possessive. We love and trust each other."

That was how Derek and Sharon told Lily and Tom the truth about their working lives.

"We knew how important it was for you to have sex," Sharon said to her children, "because we started having sex at age 16."

Derek added, "It changed our lives. It made us a couple. We've had sex with a lot of other people since then but it's never made any difference to our relationship."

Derek looked at Sharon, and she at him. They kissed tenderly and held each other close.

"We love you guys," said Lily. "We don't care what you do for a living."

"Actually, we're glad you're so involved with sex," said Tom. "Lily and I take it pretty seriously so it's nice to know that you both understand how we're feeling."

"We did understand from the beginning." Derek said.

Sharon shot him a look.

"Well, your mother understood right away and convinced me that she was right. Neither of us ever gave a thought for a minute to separating you. We both thought that would have been cruel."

"Thanks, Dad," said Tom. "That means a lot."

"Tom," Sharon said, "you actually made an appearance in one of our modeling jobs; sort of."

"What!?" Tom replied.

"Your dad and I did a porn shoot while I was very obviously pregnant with you."

Lily started to laugh. "Are you kidding? I'd love to have seen that!"

Sharon said, "If you're really interested, I kept a copy of the photo shoot."

"Oh! Get it out, Mom. I want to see it!" Lily was excited. Tom looked dubious.

Seeing that Tom would find it uncomfortable, Sharon said, "Maybe tomorrow, Lily."

"Aww ... okay."

Tom and Lily retired to her room for the night.

As she was taking off her clothes, Lily said to Tom, "You're very quiet."

Tom muttered, "Umm ..."

"Sweetheart, did my interest in those photos make you upset?" She got behind Tom and put her arms around him as he sat on the bed. "I'm sorry." She kissed Tom's cheek.

"Oh, that's okay, I guess ..." Tom was clearly uncomfortable with seeing his parents having sex, especially his pregnant mother.

"No, it's not okay. I made you feel bad. I didn't mean to." She placed her forehead against the back of Tom's head and kissed the back of his neck. "Forgive me?"

Tom turned around and kissed his sister, holding her face in his hands.

"Oh, of course. It's just that I would feel ... embarrassed, I guess. Maybe I shouldn't." Tom wasn't sure how he should feel; he only knew how he did feel at that moment.

"I love you, Lily. Don't think I'm upset with you so much as I'm just uncomfortable about this thing with Mom and Dad."

"Tom, honey, they must have been very uncomfortable with you and me having sex. Maybe we should cut them some slack. It wasn't easy for them to open up to us like they did tonight."

"Yeah, you're right," Tom replied. "And it wasn't easy for them to let us do what we're doing. I know. It's just ... well ... it's thinking about them in a different way."

Lily lay down in Tom's arms and rubbed her face against his chest.

"I know," she said, "it's different for me, too, but I'll be honest: once we started having sex, I thought a lot about what they look like doing it."

Tom looked at her questioningly.

"Yes, really, I did. Tom, sex is a fact of life for all four of us. Now that we know what they do for a living, it's even more important that we deal with this. Do you think I'm weird for thinking that?"

"No, Lily; you're not weird. It's just ... different. I should be more tolerant and maybe more interested. Do you think I'm being prudish?"

"Hmm ... no ... I think it's just because it's Mom and Dad. And I don't think you're hypocritical about this. We just don't think about our parents having sex. It just seems too ... creepy, I guess. I thought that way too when I first understood about sex. It just seemed wrong to be thinking about somehow.

"But Mom and Dad talking to us about sex over the last few years changed things for me. I didn't feel embarrassed so much for thinking about it. I started to really take it seriously as a part of life, just like they said."

Lily took her brother's hand and kissed it.

"That's what gave me the courage to discuss sex with you that time I was crying. You were so sweet! I thought, since he's here, I should talk to my big brother about this. He's smart. He'll know what I should do!"

Tom laughed. "Yeah; right!"

"Yes, that's right! Of course, it led to this. You've made me so happy, Tom. I mean really happy. I love you so much. It's all because of that one night. It happened because you are generous, loving, and tolerant. You let me go on about what I was feeling even though, as I think of it now, it must have embarrassed you. "

"Well," he said, "it did, actually."

"I've thought a lot about this. Mom and Dad having sex is not weird or unnatural. It's the most natural thing in the world and I want to share in it."

"What do you mean, 'share in it?'" Tom asked her.

"I mean discuss it with them; discuss our sex life and theirs. I really want to know what they feel when they have sex together and how has it changed over the years. They were our ages when they first had sex together. I know what it's been like for us; I want to know what it was like for them. Do you mind, darling, that I care about this?"

Tom drew her closer to him.

"No, Lily, not really. It was just a lot all at once for me. I haven't given it the thought that you have. And remember: I'm not as intellectual as you are," he said, teasing her and poking her in the ribs.

Lily gently pushed him back. "Jerk!" She said playfully.

"Snob!" he replied and they both started to laugh.

Tom addressed his sister. "Seriously, though, I will think more about this. Give me a little time before pushing this any farther. I'd like for us to be together in this."

"Of course. I won't do anything or say anything until you talk to me about it."

Lily had taken of all her clothes and was standing with her arms around Tom, who was still fully dressed.

"I like to think about our first time. You were so wonderful to me! Tom, I know what it must have been like for you to do such a thing with your little sister. I know you did it because you loved me and wanted me to be happy. Please, please know that I appreciate that it wasn't easy for you."

It had been little more than a year that they'd been lovers. They drifted into it after that one special night when Tom tried to comfort Lily after a particularly rough day for her at school.

"I do; but I'm really very much in love with you, Lily. I know you think it was a sense of duty that made me have sex with you the first time but, really, I was so horny for you!

"You are so hot! We'd fooled around in other ways before that so intercourse was just a logical next step. It was getting over having a hard on because of you, if you remember, that was so difficult for me. I was freaked out over that!"

Lily smiled when recalling that first night.

"I'm sorry it made you so uncomfortable. By that time, I wasn't very inhibited about sex. I also wasn't put off by you being my brother. I had a crush on you for some time. Don't look at me like that! It's true. A lot of girls in that school do, you know.

"Lonely, wanting sex, it just made sense to me that if you had an erection for me that I should go for it. I was so desperately unhappy and you were so kind to me. Not many brothers would do that for their sisters." Lily kissed him again.

"I don't want anyone to hurt you ever again, Lily. I want to protect you. Always."

"You've always protected me, Tom; always. And I'll always stay with you as long as you want me."

She's the most perfect girl in the world, Tom thought, as he caressed her nude body. Lily had developed physically over the past year. She had slimmed in some areas and filled out in others. Her breasts had become heavier, fuller while her hips and waist became slimmer and shapelier. At almost sixteen, she had become a beautiful, sensual woman.

He took Lily's breast in his mouth and gently sucked her nipple.

"Oh, that feels so good!" she said.

Tom loved her in a way that most people would think was inappropriate for a brother. Tom didn't care and neither did Lily. They loved each other and their parents had accepted it. Tom slipped his middle finger into Lily's wet vagina. He pushed in and out vigorously to stimulate her

"Oh ... oh ... yessss!"

Tom knew Lily was right about Mom and Dad. He thought as he went down on his little sister that if he and Lily were to truly mature as sexual beings, they needed to embrace their parents' sexuality. They should feel neither afraid nor uncomfortable about it.

"Oh, Tom; lick me, sweetheart!"

He was actually interested, now, to see his pregnant mother fucking his father. It seemed natural and good. He thought of his parents' sexual life as good. They loved him and Lily and trusted them. He and Lily should do no less.

Tom was enjoying the taste and smell of Lily's unwashed pussy. She was very scrupulous about cleanliness. Tom assured her time and again that she need not be overly concerned about that, that he loved the naturalness of her sex. He did like the fact that she shaved her pubic mound. He liked rubbing up against the soft, fragrant skin of her bare sex and liked being able to take the labia in his mouth without needing to pick out her hairs!

Lily suddenly sat up and said, "Tom; let me suck your cock. I want you to fuck me and make me cum."

Tom undressed quickly. He stood before Lily and offered his erect penis to his sister who, seated on the edge of her bed, bent to the task of fellating him. She enveloped the head with her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. She used her hand to work up and down the shaft. Tom always reached down and stroked his lovely sister's hair when she gave him a blow job.

Sufficiently hard, Tom gently withdrew his cock from Lily's mouth as she lay on her back to receive him. Tom knelt between her parted thighs and inserted the cockhead into her wet, waiting pussy.

"Oh, yes! That feels so good!" Lily purred.

She put her hands up to caress her brother's sides as he drove his penis down into her with quick, hard thrusts. Lily liked hard driving sex. Tom drilled Lily's soft cunt hard enough to make her boobs shake. Lily's tits had grown very nicely in the last year. She was now a 36D, which delighted Tom. He loved to look at them, to suck them, and lately to fuck them. The feeling of those big, soft melons on either side of his turgid member made Tom super hard. He would bang her until she came then fuck her tits 'til he spurted.

Lily was enjoying the feeling of closeness with the boy she loved as well as the pleasure of the fucking.

I love it so much when he's inside me, she thought.

Her cunt was pleasantly filled by his pulsating cock. Her pussy was tingling now, she would soon orgasm. She loved cumming with Tom's cock inside her.

"Okay, you're taking me over the edge. I'm starting ... here it comes!"

Lily threw her head back as she came. Tom kept up the pace until she settled down. Lily was in ecstasy! The pleasurable sensations were coursing through her in waves. Tom recognized this and held her close.

"I adore you Lily! You're my dearest love!"

Tom pulled out his cock and straddled his sister, placing his wet hard on between her breasts. She squeezed them together for his pleasure. Tom fucked Lily's tits rapidly. She smiled seeing his enjoyment.

Tom shot his load onto Lily's neck, giving her a "pearl necklace." The cum splattered up onto her chin. Lily dipped her fingers in it, put them into her mouth, and sucked it down to Tom's delight. He liked to watch Lily eat cum; it made his sweet sister look very naughty!

"That was a beautiful load!" she exclaimed. With a mischievous look in her eye she added, "And tasty, too!"

They both laughed. They kissed as they lay down to sleep, sexually sated for the time being. Tom took Lily into his arms.

"I love you so much, Lily. Can anyone be as happy as we are?" he asked her softly.

Lily turned to put her face in his shoulder as he kissed the top of her head.

"No, Tom; no one."

They lay in each other's arms, neither in a hurry to go to sleep. After several minutes, Lily spoke softly to her brother.

"Promise you'll always love me, Tom."

"Of course I will always love you, Lily. I'll never love anyone else," he said, smiling at her.

Lily turned, lifted her head, and looked into his eyes.

"Yes, you will. I can't keep you forever, I know that. You'll be married someday."

Tom opened his mouth to protest but Lily covered it with her hand.

"No, don't say anything. Please listen to me. I know you love me but we'll have to separate someday. Even though we'll be apart, please continue to love me. I'll always be thinking about you. I think you'll always think about me, too."

What Lily said stunned her brother. He felt panicked by it. He clutched her fiercely and in a choked voice said, "No! I'll never leave you. I don't want anyone else. I couldn't bear to be without you. Lily ... please ..." But in his heart, he feared the truth of what she said and felt crushed by it.

Although tears were flowing down her cheeks now, Lily smiled at Tom. The two sad young people, prisoners of an impossible love, clung to each other in the dim lamplight until sleep came to offer them respite from a world that would keep them apart.

The next morning, Tom awoke early. He looked at Lily as she slept. He thought he would never in his life see anything so beautiful as she that morning. He loved his young sister. He banished any thought of their separating. Despite what Lily had said, he vowed never to give her up - ever. He would prove her wrong; he didn't know how just yet, but he would.

Tom received a full scholarship to the University of California at Berkeley. He wrote either a letter or an e-mail message to Lily every day that he was away and she did the same. Derek and Sharon helped ease their loneliness by paying for Lily to make the trip to Berkeley one weekend each month to see Tom. They had grown accustomed to being together every day and missed each other terribly.

The summer after his sophomore year, Tom got a job in a laboratory on campus and did not return to Canoga Park. After graduating from high school in the spring of that year, Lily moved to Berkeley to be with him. They rented a small apartment together. She had been accepted at Stanford University and so could live with Tom during his last two years. With each other's support and love they throve in the college environment.

All too often a time of unrestrained freedom and even license for young people, for Lily and Tom their college years were marked by diligent application to their studies and unwavering devotion to each other. As Tom said to his father one day after Derek had asked if being together made studying difficult,

"It's not difficult at all; far from it. Lily and I help each other in our studies, Dad. We know how important it is and that even though we have scholarships, it still costs you and Mom a lot of money. We work hard because we don't want to let you or each other down.

"Being together makes everything better, Dad."

Derek said to Tom that he knew exactly what he meant.

The day came, however, when Tom had to leave Lily. She still had two years of school to finish and he had to make his way in the world without her as Lily had foreseen.

Although Tom might have gone on to graduate school and the university professorship he had once coveted, he opted instead to take a job teaching high school physics in Bend, Oregon. It was far away from Lily and somewhat remote as towns go. She never traveled there to visit him though they continued to write or e-mail each other every day. Popular with his students and active in the community, Tom Tanner was nevertheless curiously melancholic at times. "A broken heart," the older people said.

Then, at the beginning of his fourth year at Bend Senior High, Jane Browning came to the school to teach mathematics. She was short, wore glasses and a ponytail, and was thought to be pretty by just about everyone. Both the faculty and the students could see that for Mr. Tanner and Miss Browning it was love at first sight. The change in Tom was noticeable. He was obviously happier and even his step seemed lighter and more energetic to the people who knew him.

After a year of courting, they married in a simple, private ceremony at the Justice of the Peace on Deschutes Avenue in Redmond. They settled down to a quiet life of teaching in their small central Oregon city. A noble career choice people said, for graduates of such distinguished California universities. They certainly could have commanded much higher salaries elsewhere. It goes without saying that the people at the school were thrilled to have them on the faculty. They were often cited as examples of how, for some people, money clearly wasn't everything.

Everyone thought they made a lovely couple and friends and colleagues noticed with delight the little rituals they shared. Every day after school, for instance, Tom would wait outside Jane's classroom for her after which they would walk together, rain or shine, arm in arm the eight blocks to their little apartment. Tom would regularly buy Jane flowers and place them in a vase on her classroom desk. They made a habit of wandering around the local shopping mall holding hands, stopping to kiss when they thought no one was looking; in short, behaving like a couple of teenagers "going steady."

Tom and Jane, it seems, weren't able to have children. A loving couple, they eventually adopted a boy from Central America and a girl from Korea. Jane never discussed her family and people learned not to ask. There was trouble there, they said; something better left alone. Tom was thought to have a sister somewhere but he wouldn't speak of her and after a while, no one asked about her anymore. Tom's parents, though, were frequent visitors and people thought from seeing them with their son and daughter-in-law that they were all the family that Tom and Jane needed or wanted.

One other thing about the young couple that their friends thought charming, though a little mysterious, was Tom's occasionally calling Jane by what people assumed was a nickname or pet name. (She, however, never called him anything but "Tom.") An astute observer of the Tanners would see that whenever he spoke it, Jane's face would soften just the slightest bit and she would smile with her eyes as if they were sharing a secret, which of course they were. No one that knew them, however, could figure out where the name "Lily" came from and, when asked, Tom would smile but decline to say.