Incest/Taboo Back Home for the Holidays

"Yes and I'm so fucking horny for you, baby. I could use the dildo I brought but it's not going to be enough. I'm going to sneak into your room tonight and fuck the shit out of you."

"My parents don't go to bed until after midnight and if my mom catches us she'll disown me. I want you too. I haven't fucked anyone in a week either. I'm as horny as you are but we can't take the chance."

John and I have a very open relationship and I had told him that, while I'm on my period, he should fuck some of our friends. But he told me that as long as I couldn't, he wouldn't. He was so sweet. For me sex and love are completely different things, but it was a sweet gesture anyway. Even so, I sincerely did not think he was as horny as I was. It seemed to me that it would be physically impossible for anyone to be hornier than me at that moment. But, I knew he was right about one thing. Mrs. Parker had made it very clear she was not the sort of woman to put up with any fucking going on in her house, especially between two people who were not married.

I thought for a moment of all the possible scenarios and their potential outcomes. Finally, I sighed and said, "I know we could get caught. I don't want that to be the impression I leave with your parents." Resigned I decided to move on to the subject we had been avoiding. "So John, what's this hole for?" I asked. Even if it wasn't what I thought it was, I was going to use it as such.

I heard John's gasp. He had almost thought he was in the clear. Did he really think I wouldn't ask? I mean, it was literally right in front of our faces.

I suddenly grew nervous. I didn't want to put John in a position he would feel like he had to lie to me. I needed to reassure him and remind him of to whom he was taking. Sometimes I'm as subtle as a sledgehammer but I figured that being too subtle about it wouldn't get at the truth.

"Well--," he began hesitantly.

I interrupted him saying, "Remember, I love you. Don't lie to me, okay?"

John was silent for a moment and then he said firmly, "Never."

"How did this hole get here?" I asked softly.

"It was an accident. I was moving some stuff around and I accidentally poked a hole in the wall."

Accepting that at face value, I asked "When did you discover it led to Jenny's closet?"

John's voice shook as he reluctantly said, "I looked at the hole and I noticed that light was coming through it. I was just curious to see how bad the damage was so I got down on my knees and saw Jenny's shoes on the floor of her closet."

Being bold and feeling like a prosecuting attorney I asked, "When did you first see Jenny naked?"

John was silent.

"I saw the periscope. You obviously saw her naked. It's okay. You can tell me," I said tenderly. The thought of what John might have done with Jenny, his sister, was really turning me on. As an only child I can only imagine that I would have fucked the shit out of any brother, or sister, I would have had. As it was, what I did with my mother and Angela is something I knew might come up in the next week. If I could discover what John and Jenny had done, it might help me later on in Florida.

John was very quiet for a long time. I was starting to grow concerned that he had left. Then he said quietly, "I was young and my sister was two years older than me. I was still in high school at eighteen but she was in college while still living at home. I figured I could hide the hole with my coats in the way. I didn't think very far ahead.

"So I made the hole a little bigger on my side with my pocket knife. Then, while my sister was still out of the house, and while my parents were watching television, I snuck into her room. They were very strict about us not being alone together but they didn't monitor us too closely when one of us was gone.

"See, I loved my sister. We grew up together. When I was little we played together all the time and we were very close. Then, one day, when Jenny was eleven or twelve she had her first period. We shared the same bedroom at the time, but within a couple months my parents had added on to the house, relegating me to the front of the house and my sister to the back. They gave her their old master bedroom and sealed up the door to the front hall. They added on a new master bedroom and a new bathroom to the back of the house.

"I didn't know what had happened at the time but I just knew that my whole world had changed. We still played together but never alone. We were always supervised by our parents. Though we basically were forced to do our own separate things, we were still close but not so close that I didn't think of her as a hot babe once I was old enough to notice.

"Anyway, back to the hole. So, I widened the hole on her side and pushed her clothes to either side of it. I didn't think about what I might see, I was just so horny to see something. I had some girlfriends prior to that, once my parents had let me start dating, but at the time I wasn't seeing anyone. So, what's the expression? 'Young, dumb, and full of cum'? That was me.

"So, when Jenny got in that night, after we all ate supper, I went into my closet and waited. I almost fell asleep but then the light in her closet came on. It was the moment I had waited for. I eagerly pressed my eye to the hole and watched Jenny walk into her closet.

"The hole is at waist height and the first thing I saw was that she was already down to her panties. They were cotton hip-huggers, yellow with little red flowers. She turned away and I saw her butt. It was so firm and sexy. I was instantly hard and I started stroking myself. I was alone in my closet so I didn't see any harm in it, even though I was masturbating as I watched my own sister.

"She turned around and I was trying to make out her pussy through the cloth when she bent forward. I pulled back from the hole, just knowing that she noticed it. But her eye never blocked the hole so I looked again and saw that the reason she had leaned forward was to take off her panties.

"I caught just a glimpse of her pussy. Her skin was so tanned and she had tan lines from her bikini that ran high on her hips and down over her mound. Her pubic hair was a black mat but it had been trimmed so I could make out her slit. I could just make out her labia and the lips of her pussy that just barely dropped into view.

"I almost came right there, but she shuffled her clothes around and my view was blocked." John's description had taken on a nostalgic dreamy quality. He had lost his nervousness. It was like he had forgotten he was relating all of this to me.

I almost didn't want to break the silence but I had to know the rest. I doubted he would tell me any more unless I let him know what was obvious to me and made him feel comfortable enough telling me the details. So, quietly, gently, I said, "So, she discovered the hole and the two of you did things through it, didn't you?"

"What?" John asked. I had dislodged him from his memory. The panic was evident in his voice. "Why would you say that?"

I noticed that he didn't say 'no'. What other reason was there for the tape? I continued, "It's all right. I'm not judging you. I think it's hot." I knew saying that would get his attention and I did mean it.

John hesitated. "Robin," he sighed, as if pleading with me to stop asking him about it.

Changing tactics I said, "Please tell me about it, John. I'm not here to judge you. I love you."

John finally said, "I just don't want you to think that it's the whole stereotype. You know, people from the south. It wasn't like that."

I thought for a moment. What exactly did they do through this hole? Did he actually fuck her or was it just blowjobs? I had to know. I told him softly, "I don't think like that, babe. You know that. I just want to know all about you. Your story is turning me on, baby. Please tell me more."

John sighed, "Okay". He obviously felt trapped but I needed him to feel that way. I wanted him to feel that he had no choice but to tell me the truth.

That's not to say that I enjoyed making him uncomfortable, I didn't. I just knew that it was the quickest way to the truth. To me the ends justified the means in this case.

John continued his story slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Well, sometime during that week I made the hole even bigger. I had the periscope. I had made it several years earlier for a class project. I would look around corners and over hedges pretending I was a submarine captain.

"So, for a few weeks, every night, when Jenny would come home from McNeese, the college, I'd extend the periscope out beyond her clothes and watch her in her bedroom. I couldn't see her bed but I saw everything else. I watched her get dressed and undressed. When she came to the closet I'd pull the periscope back. My sister is so hot, you have no idea. She's almost as hot as you are."

When John went silent again I prompted him with, "When did she catch you?"

John sighed. He was almost completely resigned to tell me the whole truth. I had him where I needed him to be. "I had been watching her for several weeks and I got sloppy. I had been covering the hole every night but then, for whatever reason, one night I just pulled the periscope most of the way through and left it there.

"I guess I figured that she had her clothes in the way and she'd never find it. Well, the next day I got detention for fighting at school and I got home late. Jenny was already home. I wasn't too concerned about the periscope because I was more concerned at how angry my mom was at me for fighting at school.

"Anyway, when I finally got to my room at the usual time to watch Jenny change, I didn't think anything was different until, after she had gotten completely naked, she looked right at the periscope in the dark closet and waved at me. I barely heard her ask, 'enjoy the show?'"

"Wow," I said. "What did you do?"

John laughed a nervous little chuckle. Then he said, "I yanked that periscope back as fast as I could and got the hell out of that closet, closing the door behind me. I kept waiting for my mom to show up and ask me what the fuck I was doing spying on my sister. I almost threw up I was so nervous.

"I thought about all the different replies I could give my parents, none of them sounding any good. But I eventually fell asleep waiting for the hammer to fall. When I woke up the next morning and went to breakfast I realized Jenny hadn't told our parents anything.

"So, for the next few days I avoided Jenny and the hole like the plague. I didn't dare push my luck," he told me with a big sigh.

"What happened then?" I asked, knowing there was more to the story and determined to get it out of him while he was on a roll.

"Well, after lunch on Saturday, Jenny cornered me while Mom was in the kitchen cleaning up. All she said was, 'there is going to be a show just for you tonight'. I was stunned but she just walked away.

"I didn't know what to expect but I couldn't just ignore an offer like that. So, after we went to bed, I went to the hole. I didn't see Jenny anywhere so I put the periscope back in.

"Jenny had moved a chair in front of the closet door. She had also moved a lamp into the closet to cast a light on the chair. She was sitting in the chair and when she saw the periscope appear from around her clothes, she gave me a little wave.

"I was nervous but also curious as to what she was going to do. So, standing in front of the chair, the light shining on her sexy legs, Jenny slowly took off her clothes for me. She was so sexy and the little mirror was too damn small. I watched her undress, my cock as hard as a rock.

"When she finished undressing and was totally naked, she didn't stop there. She sat on the chair and slowly spread her legs for me. Robin, I could see everything. She slowly spread her pussy with her fingers and rubbed her clit.

"I couldn't help but stroke my cock as I watched. It was so unbelievable to me that she would do that but I wasn't about to look away. I watched my sister play with her pussy until she came. I could hear moans through the wall. It was so fucking hot that I came with her."

"Wow," I said in agreement. I began rubbing my clit as I listened to John's story. I could tell there was more so I asked, "So what happened then?"

John hesitated again. I waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts. He finally said, "Well, I didn't know what to do so I pulled the telescope back and I didn't do anything the next several days. Then, one day Jenny asked me where I had been. My mom overheard this and she told Jenny that I always come home after school. It was a little funny actually.

"Anyway, that night I went to the hole and Jenny was there, sitting right where you are. She asked me if I wanted to do more than just look. She wasn't nervous or shy at all. I didn't know what to say so I asked her what she had in mind.

"She had put tape all around the hole and she told me to put my dick through the hole because she wanted to see it. I was shocked. For some reason it hadn't occurred to me that she might want to see me. It was only fair and I would do anything for Jenny so I stood in front of the hole. I was a little scared she might do something bad to me because she used to pick on me sometimes when we were younger. So, for many reasons I was scared but, in the end, I trusted her. I did it. I was so scared it wasn't even hard at first."

"She sucked it, didn't she?" I asked excitedly. I couldn't contain myself.

John sighed, "Yeah."

"Jenny had her very own glory hole," I said in amazement. "I love your sister already."

John was quiet.

The silence was a little awkward but it spoke volumes, the image of Jenny sucking John's cock through this hole filled my head with deliciously nasty thoughts. We both knew what I had to ask next. "So, did she fuck it?"

John didn't say a word. He was still there but was holding his breath, afraid to speak. Though I had suspected it I still almost couldn't believe it.

"She fucked it!" I exclaimed. "Oh my god, you fucked your sister through this hole, didn't you?"

I could hear him breathing but he didn't say anything.

"That's what you've been hiding. Oh, baby, that's so fucking hot," I told him. My pussy was so wet at the thought of Jenny fucking John's cock right through that hole that was mere inches from my face. I had one more question but I didn't ask it. Not yet. I needed to take care of John first.

"Hot?" he asked nervously.

"Fuck yeah. My pussy is so wet right now. I told you that you can tell me anything," I explained. "Show me."

"Show you?" he asked. I had him off guard. We had been together for a few months now and I was still able to surprise him. I was much better at reading him than he was at reading me.

"Yes, show me," I told him. "John, I'm so hot I'm about to explode. If you're not going to let me sneak into your room, then put your cock through this hole."

"Really?" he asked, the nervousness beginning to leave his voice.

"Yes, 'really'," I said, mocking him a little bit. "Come on, John," I coaxed, "feed me your long hard cock. I want to suck it just like your sister did."

I heard a groan followed by rustling behind the wall. Then, suddenly, John's cock, almost fully hard, emerged from the hole. I almost came when I saw it; the sight was so hot. Though I recognized the cock as John's, it was like a completely disembodied cock attached to the wall.

I slowly wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the girth. The skin was soft and gave a bit when I squeezed it. I stroked it slowly, watching the skin stretch and bunch on John's circumcised cock.

John's prick filled out to full hardness within seconds. It no longer gave as much under my grip, other than the slight give of the skin that covering the shaft. It felt like a warm rod of solid iron wrapped in soft skin. My pussy ached to feel it inside of me, though so did my mouth.

I knelt up and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. He tasted salty and musky. He was in my mouth. Though he was in the next room I had his full attention as he did mine.

I sank my lips to just below the neck of John's prick and slashed the tip of my tongue back and forth against the bundle of nerves directly under the head. I felt John shudder, the vibrations travelling down his cock to my lips. The sense of power I had over him was overwhelming. I loved it.

Though I was powerful, I was also powerless to resist. Never in my life have I had to resist my urges as much as I had in this house. I wasn't used to it but I thought I had done pretty well until that moment.

I sank my face down John's cock until my nose pressed firmly against the wall. The head of his prick pressed into my throat. I had learned to bypass my gag reflex a long time ago. His dick was thick and warm inside my mouth. I could feel it pulsing and throbbing against my throat.

With seven inches of John's nine-inch cock lodged deep in my mouth, I breathed through my nose. I ran my tongue against the underside of his prick, tasting the salty flavor, sucked hard on it with my lips, and tried to swallow the head. Trying to swallow it caused my throat to constrict around the head of his prick repeatedly. I knew that had to feel good for him.

Knowing that squeezing will only get you so far with a cock, I began bobbing my head on his dick, taking it as deep as I could on each stroke. With an inch lost to the wall and another inch lost from trying not to smash my face into it, there was still a good seven inches to work with. Some guys only had that much and some had much less, so I was happy.

I worked my mouth up and down John's cock, holding my lips tight to the shaft on the down stroke and sucking on the upstroke. I heard him groaning through the wall and I knew he couldn't take much more. He had been sexually deprived as much as I had. I didn't know how many times he had masturbated since my period started but his cock seemed about ready to explode. I stopped.

My pussy was screaming for some attention and my fingers rubbing my clit were not what it needed. The dildo in my luggage was not what it needed. It was screaming for John's cock to be thrust deep inside. In case you didn't notice, my pussy usually gets what it wants.

I stood up and turned around, releasing John's dick for a second. I backed up to the wall, standing on my tip-toes since I was so short and the hole was a little high. I couldn't believe I was about to do that. I was going to fuck John through the same hole he fucked his sister, while his parents were in another room watching television. My head swam, I was so turned on.

Reaching down between my thighs I found John's hard cock, still slick with my saliva. I guided the head to the mouth of my snatch and pushed back. My pussy opened easily, allowing John's thick cock to burrow inside. I pushed back until my butt rested firmly against the wall.

My head swam with pleasure as I rested there, savoring the feel of John's big cock in my starved pussy. It had been over a week since I had felt the sweet stretching of my cunt by John's pulsating pole. I was in heaven.

I rocked forward and back as best I could, slowly fucking his cock. I had missed this. I tried not to hit the wall with my butt as this made a thumping sound. I also tried to keep my moans very quiet. I felt nasty and sexy. I loved it.

At one point I paused, resting against the wall for a second. John took that opportunity to begin fucking me in earnest. He stroked his cock in and out of the hole as well as my clasping cunt. I tried to stay lined up with the hole as best I could, my legs beginning to shake with the pleasure and exertion.

I felt the added stretching inside my body and I knew John was getting close to coming. So was I. I rubbed my clit as he stroked me one last time. His cock expanded deep inside of me as he was about to come. When I felt the blasts of his hot sweet cum hit the walls of my scalding cunt I moaned and rubbed my clit.

Just as I was about to come, the knob to Jenny's bedroom door jiggled. This was quickly followed by a gentle rapping on the hollow wood door and the voice of Mrs. Parker filtering inside. She asked, "Robin, honey, are you alright?"

I froze. My approaching orgasm retreating as panic set in. As I felt blast after blast of cum from John's cock fill my fuck-hole, I said, as sweetly as I could, "Yes, Mrs. Parker, I'm fine."

The handle jiggled again. Then she said, "Can you let me in, dear? I'd like to talk to you for a moment, if I could."

"Sure, just a second," I replied as calmly as I could. This was not how I had planned on the evening going. I was light-headed from my near orgasm being replaced with panic.

I pulled off of John's cock, the sloshing sound so fucking sexy to my ears, and, without even looking back, arranged my dresses to block the hole. I turned off the closet light, pushed the door, and grabbed my robe. Slipping it on, I felt how hard my nipples were. I was permanently turned on at this point.

I opened the door. My lips and chin felt cold as the breeze from opening the door crossed my face. As Mrs. Parker looked at me, I passed the back of my hand across my mouth. My saliva had coated my face around my mouth from sucking on her son's cock.

She didn't notice, thank God. Mrs. Parker came into the room and glanced around. She said, "I heard a thump and some moaning. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I was just falling asleep, so I'm not sure what you heard," I lied.

Mrs. Parker walked to the closet and peeked inside. My heart sank. I just knew she must know about the hole in the wall. But she glanced around for a second or two and closed the door.

I felt John's cum trying to leak out of my pussy and down my thighs. I could smell my fuck juices and I was afraid Mrs. Parker could too. I clenched my kegel muscles as hard as I could to keep her son's fuck cream inside my body. The adrenaline was flowing, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it.

Mrs. Parker came toward me and sat on the foot of the bed. I sat down beside her, feeling my efforts to keep John's cum inside failing. He had deposited an especially big load and it was going to come out whether I liked it or not. I felt it stain the back of my robe as I crossed my legs.

There I was sitting beside John's mother, with her son's cum leaking out of my pussy. The naughty thrill of that was overwhelming. I was scared and excited all at the same time.

Mrs. Parker said, "Robin, you are the first woman John has brought to meet us since he graduated from high school."

"Really?" I asked, a little surprised. John was not inexperienced. I knew he had lots of girlfriends before he met me. Had he really not brought any of them home with him?

Mrs. Parker nodded. "His father keeps asking me if John is gay and I keep telling him that the boy just hasn't met the right girl."

I smiled at that. John was definitely not gay. How could I tell his mother that, though? She'd want to know details. So, I just said, "He and I get along very well together."

Mrs. Parker smiled and said, "I'm glad to hear that. Johnny is a good boy. He deserves to be happy. He obviously likes you a lot."

"I love John," I told her sincerely, as his cum continued to run out of my cunt onto the back of my robe.

She got a sad look on her face. I hadn't expected that. "Please don't hurt him," she said.

"I won't," I told her softly, knowing that I already had hurt him with the whole testing thing. I wanted to add, 'not intentionally', but I refrained. I usually tried to cover my ass with phrases like that, but this was definitely not the time for that.

"Good. Well, I'm going to let you get some sleep," she said, standing up.

I stood up with her, making sure to face her squarely so she couldn't see the stain on the back of my robe. I felt cum dribble out and coat my inner thighs as we walked to the door. I felt like a nasty slut in both the best way and the worst way possible. It was thrilling and uncomfortable at the same time.

I hugged Mrs. Parker and locked the door after she let herself out of the room.

The sexual frustration of almost coming, the sweetness of Mrs. Parker's concern for her son, the thrilling high of almost getting caught, and the discomfiture of the situation all combined together in a jumble of emotions that crashed over me as I realized I was alone again. I cried. I couldn't latch onto a single thing I was crying over.

I let the tears flow for a while but I still had no idea why exactly I was crying. I tried to stay quiet and eventually I stopped sobbing. I wiped my tears as I heard the Parker's bedroom door close. The hallway was deserted so I made my way to the bathroom.

I needed a shower but I didn't take one for fear of raising suspicion so I settled for toweling off with a wet washcloth. My robe would have to be washed in the morning. Cum stains dry hard, I knew.

Back in the room I lay naked in the bed. I couldn't bring myself to pleasure myself after everything that had happened. I knew it would only make the itch in my pussy worse in the long run anyway. I eventually drifted off into a restless sleep.

The next day I woke even hornier than the day before.

The trauma from the previous night was nearly forgotten in the waves of sexual desire that greeted me that morning. This time I did pleasure myself. I used my fingers on my clit, rubbing the little bud until I achieved orgasm. I buried my face in the comforter so I didn't alert anyone.

That had felt great but the itch was inside. I took the dildo from my luggage and used it. I used it under the covers to muffle the squishy sounds of my cunt swallowing the big dong. When I came it felt good but it still wasn't enough.

From experience I knew that masturbation just got me going and didn't really relieve the need for human contact. A girl worked somewhat. That's what I had with Angela. She would keep the lust at bay until I could get a hold of a man. That's what I really needed; a man; a real live cock fucking me. What really did it was a man pounding his cock into me. There was nothing like it. I couldn't do it to myself. No woman with a strap-on could do it, though some had tried. It took a man slamming into me and making my body rock to fill the hunger I had inside.

With a sigh at the realization that it would probably be a few more days, once we were in Florida, before I got that, I got out of bed. I showered and ate breakfast with John and his family. John looked happy but concerned about me. He didn't know what had happened the prior night and I couldn't explain in front of his parents.

Mrs. Parker told us, "Jenny called this morning. She's flying into Lake Charles, with a layover in Dallas. She's renting a car in Lake Charles and she should be here just after sundown."

Mister Parker chimed in, "Well, it's about damn time."

My heart sank. I had hoped to fuck John through that hole again but with Jenny right there, it wasn't going to be possible. The two of them had fucked through it but that didn't mean she was going to let me do it. I wasn't going to ask her, either. 'Oh, Jenny, I know you fucked your brother through this hole. Would you mind terribly if I did the same?'

I saw John tense up at the news of his sister's arrival. There was more to the story, I just knew it. There was something he hadn't told me and it was bothering him. I didn't know if it was that he hadn't told me or he worried that Jenny would.

That morning John helped his dad clean up the yard. The cold front had come through and it was in the forties but Mister Parker wanted John to help him rake leaves and fix a gap in the fence. We never had a chance to be alone. I regretted not renting a car, despite the expense.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Parker busied herself around the house. I put the rest of my luggage away, using one of the drawers of the dresser for my panties, bras, and lingerie. Then I looked at my dresses hanging in front of the glory hole.

I debated whether to put the jewelry box back in front of the hole. Not only was I not worried about making a nice good-girl impression on Jenny like I was her parents, but I was feeling a little bold and I figured letting her see that I knew about the hole would be a good ice-breaker. However, I might not want to do that on the first night. That would be tipping my hand and I wanted to get to know her a little better before making an irrevocable decision like that.

I pulled the jewelry box out, pushed my dresses down the rod, and situated the jewelry box right in front of the hole. I tossed the pillow under the dresses making it look like I hadn't moved anything. I was going to get to know her before telling her that I knew about her and John. Besides, there was something John wasn't telling me. I didn't want to press him on it, but I'd get Jenny to tell me, if I could.

John and his dad came in for lunch. They had worked up a sweat despite the cold temperatures. We all ate together. I had never had a family like this, so it was nice. I was starting to appreciate it.

I needed John's cock inside of me so bad I felt like I was on the verge of tears all day. It was so frustrating. I couldn't get John alone enough to tell him about what had happened the previous night, much less be able to fuck him.

So, the day dragged on. I got into watching the court shows that Mrs. Parker liked so much. Judge Judy and People's Court were her favorites. We guessed at who would win and who was lying. It was fun and I felt it brought us closer.

The days had grown very short and the sun set at around four-thirty, plunging everything into darkness, the low dark overcast cloud layer blocking out the stars. At five, after the last court show went off and the news came on, Mrs. Parker began to fix dinner. She had John set an extra place at the table. At about five-thirty, just as she got everything cooking well on its own, headlights filled the living room followed by the honk of a horn.

Mister Parker got up and went to the side door of the house saying, "Jenny's here."

We all got up and followed him. Just as he opened the door Jenny breezed inside, put her luggage down, and whipped off her coat. She complained to no one in particular, "The humidity down here makes it feel colder than it felt in the blizzard in Philly that I just got stuck in."

I froze, enchanted. Jenny was beautiful. She had an ineffable quality about her that made her positively magnetic. She had jet black hair, pulled back into a long thick ponytail. On her slender nose she wore black 'Tina Fey' glasses for a naughty librarian look. Her face was made up lightly with just a hint of blue eye shadow to emphasize her piercing blue eyes. Not covered by much makeup, her face was lightly freckled, similar to mine which made me wonder about John's attraction to me. On her full lips she wore glossy pink lipstick and on each ear she wore four pretty earrings.

She stood a few inches taller than me, like John, and her skin was tanned, also like John's. Her fingernails were painted pink and she had several rings on her fingers. She wore a white men's dress shirt under a gray vest, jeans, and tennis shoes. The top four buttons of the white dress shirt were open, revealing cleavage of her ample bosom, the freckle or two decorating the tanned skin between her breasts begging to be licked. The vest was unbuttoned and hung loose. The jeans were tight, emphasizing her firm butt and somewhat narrow hips.

Though to describe her thus may make her sound frumpy, Jenny carried herself like she was god's gift to the universe, head high, chest forward. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't snobbish, looking down her nose at everyone. She was just convinced that she was awesome, and just looking at her, I believed her.

Mister Parker said, "Well, get in here where it's warm, honey."

"Thanks Daddy," Jenny said, giving her father a kiss and a hug. As she spoke I noticed that her tongue was pierced.

Mrs. Parker was there. She kissed and hugged her daughter too, saying, "It's so nice to see you, Jenny. It's good to see that you've managed to put on some weight. It must be those Philly cheese steak sandwiches."

"I love you too, Mother," Jenny said dryly.

Her body looked like perfection to me. So, it must have been just one of those mother-daughter things I surmised, though my mother and I had a much different relationship.

Jenny looked at John and I could see the twinkle in her eyes as she said, "Johnny, come give your sister a hug and a kiss like a good little brother."

I watched the hug, a half-second too long, and the kiss, a bit too firm. Yep, they were still very close after all these years. It made me wonder if they had ever stopped having sex through that hole. It was certainly something to look forward to when coming home for the holidays.

"Jenny, this is Robin," John introduced. I could sense his discomfort as he tried not to let it show.

Jenny looked at me the way a lion looks at a gazelle. I wasn't used to that. I'm usually the lion. I wasn't sure if it was a predatory or a territorial look. Either way, I felt my pussy creaming my jeans as I stood there looking back at her with big doe eyes like I had been caught in the headlights of an oncoming rig. I swallowed hard and said, "Nice to meet you, Jenny. I've heard a lot about you."

Jenny smiled at me with perfect teeth. She said, "Don't believe everything you hear." She bent down and hugged me muttering, "Unless it's bad." Her breasts weren't as big as mine I judged as I felt them press against mine. Then she kissed me. It was a quick kiss, like she had given John. Though firm, her lips were soft and tasted sweet. I was so caught off guard and so enthralled with her that I would have gladly stood there and let her kiss me in front of John and her parents for as long as she wanted to. Definitely predatory I concluded.

John picked up her luggage and said, "I'll take your bags to your room."

Jenny said, "Mother, I heard that Robin is staying in my room. I'm more than happy to share but, why isn't she staying in Johnny's room with him?"

Mrs. Parker's eyes went wide. "Jenny!"

Jenny continued, saying "Well, I mean they've been together..." She looked at me and asked "How long?"

I reflexively said, "Four months."

Jenny repeated, "They've been together for four months. Are you seriously telling me that Johnny isn't hitting that? I mean, look at her, she's gorgeous."

I blushed. If there's one thing that's true about me, it's that I don't blush. To blush you have to be able to be embarrassed. I am never embarrassed; I'm the one causing the embarrassment. I usually don't care what other people think of me. For Jenny, a girl I found simply amazing, to call me beautiful in front of her parents as well as suggesting to them that John would be crazy not to be fucking me was just too much.

Mrs. Parker was shocked. She said, "Jenny! Be that as it may, there will be none of that sort of behavior going on in my house."

John, Jenny, and Mister Parker looked at me strangely. I'm a natural redhead. My skin is pale and when I blush my face becomes beet red, which only amplifies my embarrassment. That's one of the reasons I have worked so hard to prevent myself from being embarrassed.

"Please, Jenny, you're embarrassing the poor girl," Mister Parker chastised his daughter. That was the nicest thing I had ever heard him say about me.

"Fine, fine, pardon me for stating the obvious," Jenny said with a wave of her hand, as if that would make the entire conversation have never happened. Then she looked at me and boldly caressed my very red cheek with the back of her hand saying, "Sorry if I embarrassed you, sweetie. You must embarrass easily."

John almost burst out laughing, stifling to just a quick bark and then trying to cover it with a cough. He knew me well enough to know that was definitely not the case. He quickly carried Jenny's luggage down the hall.

Jenny breezed down the hall after John, leaving me with their parents. Mister Parker went back to his recliner while Mrs. Parker shouted down the hall, "Supper's almost ready."

I waited a second to let the blood drain from my face a bit more before heading toward Jenny's room. As I approached the doorway I heard murmurs of a conversation but I couldn't make what they were saying. All I heard was John say in a quick panicky hushed tone, "... I haven't asked her yet."

"Asked me what?" I asked as I entered the room.

John looked at me, the words caught in his throat. He looked like he I had caught him burying a body or something. What was all the overreaction about? I really wanted to know.

Jenny spun around and said, "Johnny was supposed to ask you if you wanted to come with us to look at Christmas lights tomorrow night. You will come, yes?"

I looked at her suspiciously but I nodded.

"Great," Jenny said. "Now, if you two will excuse me, I want to change out of my travel clothes before we eat."

I backed out of the room followed by John. Jenny closed the door. I looked at John and asked, "What was all that about?"

"What? The Christmas lights?" he asked.

"You were not having a conversation about Christmas lights."

"Yeah, we kinda were," he said.

"Kinda?"

At that moment, Mrs. Parker poked her head around the corner and said to us, "You two go wash up for supper; separate bathrooms."

I sighed and marched off to the bathroom like I was ten years old. I was getting a little tired of being told what to do. I kept telling myself it wouldn't be much longer. As soon as we got to Florida I'd be able to say what I wanted and do what I wanted. My mother was nothing like Mrs. Parker.

As I washed my face and re-applied my makeup I thought about Jenny. She had hugged me, kissed me, touched my face, and called me gorgeous. I had only known her for ten minutes. I had become really good at getting a feel for people really fast, but that was mostly at the sex clubs; this was my boyfriend's sister. Of course, it was the same sister that he had been fucking for a long time; I just knew they were still intimate. I didn't mind and it really turned me on. That was probably part of the attraction I had to Jenny; she had a part in making John the man he had become.

The itch in my pussy had abated just a bit during the day but, with Jenny's arrival and all the excitement, it was worse than ever. My period had stopped a while ago and all I had gotten was John's cock through a glory-hole almost producing an orgasm and then, later, some masturbation. Both of which had just made my condition that much worse. I desperately needed some human contact. I took a deep breath, trying to push all that aside for now.

We all sat around the dinner table, Jenny's spot empty.

John fidgeted. We hadn't talked about everything that happened and he looked nervous. I smiled at him, trying to reassure him that everything was basically okay. He seemed unconvinced, half-heartedly returning my smile. He was worried.

Mister and Mrs. Parker were oblivious to any tension going on as they chatted between each other about the food and how happy they were to have their children in the house for Christmas. It seemed to me that they must have been oblivious to a lot of things over the years. They obviously had no idea there was a three-inch hole in their house that connected John's room and Jenny's room.

Jenny breezed into the dining room, all smiles, as she sat at the table and said "Let's eat."

I was shocked and even more attracted to her. She was barefoot; pink toenails adorning her toes, a barbed wire tattoo around her right ankle, and a chain tattoo around her left angle. Each ankle also bore an anklet, one with a little heart and the other with a little butterfly. Her legs were bare; lean, shapely, and tanned. Around her waist she wore a plaid pleated 'school-girl' skirt that fell to just above mid-thigh. Her midriff was exposed just enough for me to see that her belly button was pierced and adorned with a purple jewel. Her top was a short red camisole that covered her full breasts but only spaghetti straps covered her shoulders. This revealed a large butterfly tattoo over her right shoulder blade and an elaborate and colorful red dragon tattoo on the outside of her right shoulder and upper arm. There was also a tattoo on the back of her neck in the form of an infinity symbol and a tribal tattoo on her lower back between the skirt and the camisole. Her pale tan lines ran up her chest and behind her neck.​