Free The Pilgrims Progress by E.r.o. Scott

at night many times before
when his mother was sleeping. And, if it did wake her, she would
realized what it was and then go back to sleep.
    Tim was back in his room, under the sheet
when he heard his door open. He saw a shadow of a silhouette
closing the door carefully.
    “Traci?” Tim called out softly.
    “Yeah,” she answered. She silently made her
way to his bed and slid in beside her brother and cuddled her naked
body up against him.
    Tim was surprised, but pleased. “You weren’t
in your room…” he began.
    “Right. I heard you flush the toilet and
thought I would come and give you a progress report.”
    “You heard me flush the toilet? But, where
were you.”
    But Traci was giggling and kicking her
feet.
    “What the hell is so funny, Traci?” Tim
asked with a bit of exasperation.
    “I said that I came to give you a progress
report. Our family name is Pilgrim. That would make my report ‘The
Pilgrims’ Progress.’ Don’t you get it? Although I’m sure that John
Bunyan would be scandalized by our type of progress.”
    “No, Traci, I don’t get it,” Tim said in a
hissing whisper.
    “Oh right. I’m the English Lit. major. But,
surely you’ve heard of “The Pilgrim’s Progress,” by John
Bunyan?
    “Actually, no.” Tim folded his arms over his
chest and stared at the ceiling.
    “Oh, now don’t get all huffy on me.” Traci
was still smiling as she propped herself up on her side to look Tim
in the face. There was just enough light coming through his window
to make out his facial features. “I have good news. I have made
progress vis-à-vis you and Mom having sex.” She wiggled her
eyebrows lewdly at her brother.
    Tim rolled onto his side, his eyes wide
open. “You have? Really?”
    “You bet your ass, I have. So, you can kiss
me now.” Traci said with a note of triumph in her voice.
    Tim pulled his sister tight against him. Her
face was little more than a faded shadow since the window was
behind her. His lips carefully sought and found hers. He gently
sucked on her lips, teased her tongue from her mouth with the tip
of his then closed his lips over his sister’s and kissed her for a
long time.
    “God, Tim,” Traci gasped when their lips
parted, her heart beating faster, “we must have kissed a thousand
times and I still love it. It gets me all excited and wet… kissing
my twin brother.”
    “Me too… well, excited and hard, not wet.”
Tim paused a moment as they kissed some more, lightly. “So tell me.
What happened? What did you do?”
    “Tim,” Traci started out obliquely, “have I
mentioned that I’m bi-sexual?”
    “Huh? What? No.” Tim was wondering what
Traci was getting at. But a part of his male mind was revving up
with images of Traci kissing other girls and not just on the mouth,
either. His dick, which was already half hard, began to become
fully erect.
    “Well, it just so happens, Tim, that Mom is
bi-sexual too.”
    “Whaaat?” Tim wasn’t sure what he was
hearing. He had spoken rather loudly. Then he lowered his voice,
whispering, “What are you talking about, Traci?”
    “Oh don’t worry about Mom hearing you. We
had quite a session. I mean it was fucking fantastic. She’s
sleeping soundly. I was waiting for you to come home. I was excited
and wanted to tell you about it. Still, I was just falling asleep
when I heard you in the bathroom. I barely woke up.
    “But,” Traci continued, “I caught Mom making
love to two different women on two different occasions.”
    “You’re shitting me.” Tim was totally
shocked.
    “No I’m not shitting you, Tim. The thing is,
I saw her but she didn’t know that I saw. That’s why I wanted you
out of the house tonight. We were on the couch, Mom and I, watching
a movie, cuddled up, all mother and daughter like, then I asked her
what it was like to kiss a girl, because, well, a girl at school
had come on to me and I was wondering what it was like.
    “At first she was like, what, why would you
ask me that. Then I