Incest/Taboo Decadence

Obviously this had been going on for a while, though I stood there in shock, briefly chastising myself for not realizing it. Not having a clue, a single hint. A myriad of emotions washing over and through me as I stood there, staring. And neither one of them yet aware that their older brother had come home early...unexpectedly. How many other times before had my own sister and brother, fraternal twins, been so engaged like this before now?

Our parents had died a few years ago in a horrible traffic accident, leaving me as the only living relative capable of raising them, hardly an adult myself at the time when I did. Only five years senior to my siblings, Jack and Janet had just last year graduated high school, both now working part-time jobs, attending university, and trying to make a better life for themselves, just as I'd been doing. We'd all been busy, working...going to school, so much so, that there hadn't been time for any real social life, not for any of us. Something I was now even more painfully aware of.

They were on the couch, each with their heads buried between the others legs, oblivious to my presence, which for the life of me, I had not yet made known to them. My initial thoughts being one of anger, disgust, and revulsion at what I was seeing. Impulse to run over, yank them a part, scream, yell...possibly even hit my younger brother in the face for what he was doing to my sister. And then she...likewise just as culpable, her mouth even then bobbing up and down my brother's amazingly hard stiff cock. I stood frozen where I was, unable to move, thoughts of turning away, confronting them later. And yet...I could do neither. I couldn't confront, couldn't turn, couldn't just walk away. I found myself growing aroused instead, watching them, watching my own siblings so pleasurably enjoying one another. What I found out was...I was jealous!

I had in the past caught brief glimpses of my sister naked, or partially so. Early on of course, there was much embarrassment on both parts because of it. But as time passed, as we all became more comfortable with the unusual situation we'd been thrown into, Janet at least became less self conscious about it, as did I. In time, when those moments came, when an inadvertent bumping into one another in the single shared bathroom became unavoidable, we all simply laughed it off, teased, and even flirted just a bit. Though back then, it was indeed a much more innocent flirtation, teasing that most close brothers and sisters would do. Even Jack had seemed to act less shy around his sister. Numerous times I know he had gone into the bathroom while Janet was showering. His need and excuse very often of not being able to wait on her, taking a pee. That had eventually led to a few very important rules around the house.

I knew the shower enclosure was opaque enough that no real intrusion of privacy was ever taken. I had in fact once gone in and done so myself, so I easily accepted and understood the occasional circumstance of this happening. And in fact, had once been in the shower myself when Janet came into the bathroom in order to do the same thing. The difference being at that time, I'd been masturbating, though I seriously doubted she ever knew that.

After a time, it became almost commonplace. Three siblings sharing a small apartment together, with only one bathroom, two bedrooms. It was inevitable then, that the occasional bumping into one another like this became unavoidable. And the fact they'd been thrown together the way they had, sharing a room. Well...even that hadn't been, or seemed all that strange. They had shared a room for years together at home, until such time at least as Janet started growing breasts, and then mom kicked me out of my room, and made me double up with Jack so sis could have some "female" privacy, as mom put it.

But this...seeing what I was standing there watching now, went far beyond any of that. "How long had she been sucking my brother's cock?" I silently asked myself. "And how long...has he been licking my sister's pussy? Not to mention...the rest of it.

In a weird, totally twisted way, it certainly made some sense. Being fraternal twins, though certainly not really identical, save for a few similar features perhaps, they had always had this extra special closeness growing up. Something I had again felt almost jealous of early on. Though I also knew, five years in the beginning was far more of a difference then, than it was now. At eighteen, my thirteen year old siblings were more of a nuisance around me more than anything, though I'd have given my own life up for them had it ever been necessary. Who'd have thought that only two years later, I'd be raising them myself? Let alone, standing here in the open doorway of the living room, watching the two of them thoroughly enjoying a mutual "69" with one another only a year later than that?

I found myself admiring them both, though my thoughts remained jumbled, confused, conflicted. Janet's long shoulder length, reddish brown hair dangled down in front of her, partially obscuring the view as she continued to lick, tickle and suck Jack's cock. Another reason why she obviously hadn't seen me yet. Too absorbed in what she was doing to him, to his cock...his rigid, rock-hard cock. Her breasts, fuller than I realized perhaps. Only staring at them now, taking them in. Sure, I'd seen them before, glimpses, snippets here and there. Always fleeting, always tearing my eyes away, refusing to take notice even though I did. As though I had somehow erased some of the images, memories...specific details, not allowing the incestuous thoughts to permeate my mind.

But now I did.

I know for sure I had never seen Janet's nipples so hard, so puckered. Her dark areola's crinkled in arousal, twin little caps, a bit pointed, yet so inviting. Jack's hand occasionally reaching down between them, seeking and then finding one...playing with it. Hearing my sister's moan of delight and approval, which merely triggered her own hands to likewise stroke, fondle or caress her brother's cock even more than she currently was.

I could feel the seepage of my own prick wetting the front of my trousers, not even needing to look down in order to confirm it. My shaft hard-felt now, pressing almost painfully so against my slacks, the temptation to reach down, unzip...release, and pleasure myself as I stood here, too bizarre a thought to actually do, yet so very tempted into doing just that.

"Oh Janet! Janet! You're going to make me cum!" Jack suddenly announced, the excitement of his impending release quite obvious. She lifted up some, expectant perhaps, removing her hair away from her face, her mouth still open, inviting the onslaught, which just then began. But as he did...as his spunk suddenly leapt from the tiny slit in the tip of his cock, her eyes locked on mine as I continued to stand there, glued momentarily, feet to the floor. It felt like it was happening in slow motion. Watching my brother's cock spurting, streamers of his spunk hitting her chin as opposed to going inside her mouth where she'd no doubt intended it. Some of it now splashing against those magnificent breasts, which I again more fully looked at, seeing the white sticky cream of Jack's spunk now clinging to them as she rose up further, mouth still agape, though no sounds had as yet been uttered by either one of us. Jack...still fully and totally unaware of my presence, his cry of pleasure continuing, cock still spurting...clueless. And all either one of us could do, was look into one another's eyes while he continued doing so, groaning out his deep felt pleasure.

And as we did, I felt the pleasured release of my cock spurting off inside my pants, jolt after jolt of my own semen, no doubt flooding my underwear. The realization of that, somehow acting as the solvent, ungluing my feet, my thoughts, my emotions. I simply turned and walked back down the hallway to my own bedroom without saying a single word.

Though I had closed my door, I hadn't locked it. Knowing that as soon as they'd had the chance to speak and discuss this, one...or perhaps both maybe, would no doubt come down to my room. How long that might take, I had no guess. But I knew, eventually, one of them would. I was after all, the head of this household, the authority figure, the one in charge, though I tried very hard not to make it seem that way. We had in the past, always discussed, always given one another the right to voice an opinion, listening to it before any major decisions were reached that would equally affect any one of us.

This would prove to be an interesting one. Interesting, because I wasn't sure who it would be that would first come to the door, knock on it, and request entry. At least I'd had time enough to remove my soiled clothing, tossing my sticky underwear off to one side, disgusted with myself at my own bodies betrayal. Even the bed seemed out of place here for some reason. So I took a nearby chair, sitting inside that, facing towards the door, waiting, wondering. What could be said? What would I say or do upon hearing whatever was said? What punishment if any could I effectively meter out? And would I even do that? Had I not just admitted to myself only moments ago of my own jealousy at seeing them together? Wishing it was me...climaxing in fact, though involuntarily.

Even though I expected it, had been...when the knock came, I jumped, startled, surprised.

"Yeah?" I said only half thinking.

"Brian, it's me. Can I come in?"

I'd have taken bets on it being Jack rather than Janet, so a bit surprised upon hearing her voice. "The doors not locked," I said flatly, trying to disguise the edge to my emotions. Feeling angry yes...but not so much at her, or at Jack for that matter. But angry at myself. For not seeing it, not knowing, not being aware. But even more so, because I'd been harboring the same thoughts for quite some time now. Enjoying the decadence of my own wicked imagination, late at night in the privacy of my own bedroom. And worse. And though I afforded myself the luxury of never having acted on those thoughts or impulses, I was angry enough with myself for thinking them anyway. And angry for being jealous that the two of them had.

When the door opened, I was expecting to at least see she had dressed. That was the first surprise, because she hadn't. She was still naked, now standing there just inside the door looking at me. She hadn't even bothered cleaning herself up any either. Jack's sperm still clinging to her tits, though drying now marring her almost perfect body, reminding me of coffee stains on a beautiful white blouse.

"So, now you know. But...you don't know all of it either Brian," she told me, her voice calm, sure of herself.

"So tell me Janet," I said emphasizing her name, trying to put some weight against that when I said it, implying...implying what? I then asked myself. "What is it I don't know?" All the while sitting there, looking, but not looking. Seeing, but refusing to notice, wanting...but ignoring the want, the desire I still felt for her. My own sister.

She walked over, now sitting on the edge of my bed, forcing me to turn partially in my chair, still looking at her...through her, refusing to notice the obvious. "When did she shave her pussy?" I asked myself, still trying to act calm, collect...still obviously stern and...angry?

"We were going to tell you, but the time just never seemed right at the moment. And...we were obviously worried about what you'd say when we did tell you...or, when you found out, like you did today."

"Yeah, no shit!" I said hearing my voice level escalate just a bit, though still trying to keep the edge of my emotions in check even then. "So how long has this been going on anyway?"

"About six months," Jack said walking into the room. Obviously he'd been standing outside listening, waiting perhaps to see how I'd first react to our sister. He too was still naked, though thankfully, his cock had at least returned to some semblance of normalcy. I'm not sure what I'd have done, or reacted to had he come in with it sticking straight up in the air. "Though you must have realized, there's always been something special between us growing up as kids. Kids stuff we've done, that eventually sort of lead to all this," he explained.

I shook my head. Even so, I still hadn't seen it coming, hadn't seen a hint of anything. Or...if I had, I had somehow blocked it out of my mind, refusing to accept, to believe it. Knowing why perhaps. For years now, ever since Janet had grown into the woman she'd become, especially after the death of our parents. She had grown up quickly, taking on some of the responsibilities herself, maturing rapidly, perhaps even more so than I had, and certainly more so than I felt Jack had. In a weird way, in a really weird way, she'd become mom. But she'd also become a woman, and it had been very hard not to notice that. It was harder trying not to notice that now.

"I'd feel a lot more comfortable if the two of you would go and put something on," I said once again averting my eyes, staring at the floor, only then seeing my discarded underwear, knowing full well they were filled with the remnants of my own semen.

"No, not until we've had a chance to speak, like I said Brian...to tell you what you don't know."

I sighed, looking up at her again, determined not to look at my sister naked, somehow dressing her, or fuzzing out the details of her body, mentally fogging over the parts I shouldn't be looking at.

"The truth is Brian, we've both been trying to find a way to tell you...that we wanted you...to join us."

I know I was sitting there with my mouth hanging open for a moment, trying to find the words, finally doing so. "You...you what?" I just managed, wishing I had something to drink now, the words sounding like sandpaper as they came out of my mouth.

"We want you...to be with us. All three of us...together!" Janet said laying down on my bed now, forcing me to sit up more so I could see her face, though I stood instead. On the one hand, wondering if I should flee the room. On the other...

"You can't be..."

"Serious?" Jack said walking around me from behind, now taking the bed as well, though he sat on the edge rather than laying on it, looking at me. "But we are Brian. Janet and I have already discussed this a long time ago. We've been trying to figure out a way to approach you. Needless to say, the issue more or less got forced here today. But we're actually both glad that it did. So now you know. Now you know what we both want, and that's to share this...share it together."

I couldn't believe I was actually listening to this, hearing what I was hearing. Though as I did, as it began sinking in, I felt my prick lengthen just a little, just enough that it reminded me how much I'd been wishing for this to happen. Perhaps not in quite the same way it obviously was. I opened my mouth to speak, and then closed it. The words I'd intended, not the words I wanted to say. I knew then it would be stupid of me to do so, to deny what I felt, what I wanted. Especially if this was truly what they both wanted too.

"So...you'd be cool with...with..."

Jack laughed. "Don't worry bro...it's not a you and me thing, it's a "we" thing. "You and me...pleasuring sis. Janet...pleasuring us, what do you say bro?"

Janet was now grinning from ear to ear. Though that's not all she was doing either. Still lying on her back, looking back and forth between us, she had both breasts cupped within her hands, toying with them, caressing herself, invitingly.

"You have any idea how long I've wanted to feel the two of you sucking on these at the same time?" She asked.

I could already see it in my mind. Me taking one of my sister's tits into my hands, wrapping my lips around her hard extended little nipple. Jack doing the same thing to the other one, next to me.

"You're not just pulling my leg...saying this to, to...to get out of anything here," I said once again trying to sound stern, though it seemed ludicrous hearing myself when I said it. Even Janet laughed.

"The only leg I want to be pulling is the one BETWEEN your legs," she continued to giggle. "Come on Brian...please? Come suck my other titty," she now asked, and as if on cue, Jack suddenly leaned over taking the one closest to him into his mouth, as he did indeed begin sucking it. I started to move towards her as though hypnotized. "Uh ah..." she said shaking her head no. "First...remove the clothes, then you can suck my titty."

I reached down yanking the tee shirt I had on up and over my head. Seconds later, undoing my slacks, allowing them to fall down around my ankles, stepping out of them. I now stood with nothing more than another pair of white briefs on.

"You ah...might want to remove those too," she giggled again. "This time, I want to see you come, on me...or in me, wherever you'd like. Just not inside your shorts again," she laughed out loud this time, causing me to blush a little.

"You...you knew I, that I..."

"Came?" She giggled again. "God Brian! I saw the bulge! How could I not? And I saw the dark stain suddenly appear too, you really ought not wear beige slacks if you're planning on doing that," she laughed. "Now...take em off, and get over here...I need to see that cock of yours, hard this time," she added.

It already was. As was Jack's as I noticed, climbing onto the bed on the other side of her, taking her neglected breast into my mouth. I felt her hand come up to my head, fingers tangling in my hair just as she was doing to Jack's head, Jack's hair, holding the two of us against her...together.

"Oh man...oh fuck! I've been wanting this, wanting to feel this...for years!" She said. "And finally! Finally! It's fucking happening!"

"Me too," I whispered, though she heard it still, hugging me even closer against her, taking delight in the sensation as Jack and I nursed her breasts, teasing her in our own uniquely different ways. I could have done that forever, but after a while, she was no longer content to allow it. Pushing us both away, she rolled me over onto my back, now pointedly staring at my prick, and then at Jacks. I found myself doing the same, as Jack did. We were pretty close to identical in that department too. Maybe he was an inch, if that, longer than I was, but I was also slightly larger around than he was too. Not much by the looks of it. Though Janet certainly looked pleased.

"Eenie, meenie, miney...mo. Ah to hell with it," she laughed once again. "Doesn't really matter what we do first now does it?"

Suddenly she had my cock in her hands, her tongue already snaking out to lick and tickle the tip. I couldn't believe this was happening for one. It had been so long now. So many months, so involved with worry, finances, trying to do the best I could in the way of providing for my siblings. I like them...until recently anyway, had been neglecting my own needs. Refusing to date, to get involved with anyone, and take any time away from the two of them. Obviously, I had needed to. Like my own mother and father perhaps, I'd been too smothering, certainly not observant enough to their needs and desires. Let alone my own.

"Like that?" She cooed still lapping away at my cock like it was a melting ice cream cone.

"Fuck...fuck yes!" I said allowing myself the vulgarity, words normally held in check, spoken with anger. But not this way, not this word...now said pleasurably, wantonly...needfully. "Oh fuck baby...that's it, that's it! Suck my fucking cock!"

As she did, as she continued doing so, Jack moved around behind her. Knowing his intent, she lifted herself up a bit, now kneeling more, giving and granting my brother access to her pussy from behind. In moments, he'd slid inside her, moaning himself now, looking over her shoulder at us, as she continued popping the head of my dick in and out of her mouth, even making that sound, that noise, that sensation even more erotic than it already was.

"God damn Brian! Wait until you slip inside this sweet juicy pussy of hers. I swear to God bro! Sis has got the tightest, most amazingly slick cunt you've ever been in!"

I damn near shot off in her mouth. The thought of that, but oddly enough, hearing Jack say it, hearing him tell me what it was he already knew, and was in fact doing now himself. I could hear the slap of flesh against flesh as he pounded into her from behind.

"Slow down sweet fuck," she called out to him. "Time for me to fuck my other brother now, though if you'd like...you can have my ass while he does, how's that sound?"

"You...you like it up the ass too?" I asked shocked at her admission.

"Oh hell yes!" She giggled wildly. "And even better still, the thought of the two of you doing me together is something I've been masturbating wildly about now for years! And finally, FINALLY, it's going to happen!"

I watched and felt my sister as she climbed on top of me. Staring up at her, and then kissing her as she kissed me back. Not as she had done, not as a sister...but as a woman kissing a man. Passionately, hotly...desperately. And as we did, I felt the slickness of her cunt suddenly envelope and surround me, not quite entering. More like lips kissing me even that way. Mouth to mouth, her pussy mouth, my cock mouth, kissing, pressing, rubbing. And then heaven.

I felt her suddenly take me in fully. One easy up and then down motion, and suddenly I was inside her. Inside my sister, buried to the hilt. I held her breasts within my hands, kneading them, exploring them, pulling and rolling her hard taut nipples. Fucking her. Oh my god...fucking her!

"Oh yeah...yeah, come on Jack, my ass...it's waiting for you baby. Come fuck your sister's ass, and feel your brother's cock inside my cunt...fucking me, fucking me next to your cock, fucking my horny naughty little ass."

We held still for a moment, waiting for Jack to lubricate himself up a bit, using mostly Janet's free-flowing pussy juice to do so with. He then eased inside her, slowly...but effortlessly, and then suddenly I felt his stiff prick sliding up against mine, separated now by only the thinnest of membranes. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before in my entire life. Though the same was true for all of us perhaps.

"Holy fucking shit!" Janet cried out. "Oh My God that feels good!"

As one, we began moving together then, finding our way, finding the tempo...the pleasure, the unbridled enjoyment we were all now experiencing together. Thrusting up, feeling my sister's pussy clenching around me, the slickness of that pleasurable cavern, the juicy sounds she made...that we made. The sensation of my brother's cock spearing her ass, rubbing up the length of my own dick, as mine did the same to his. It was an ecstasy that none of us could withstand or tolerate for much longer. Janet, succumbing to it far more quickly than I had expected either Jack or I to do.

"Faster! Oh fuck! Faster! Harder! Faster!" She merely screamed as Jack and I began doing that, tag-teaming her in a way, he...behind thrusting wildly, pounding into her ass. Me below...humping up, she, grinding down, mashing herself against me, somehow meeting his thrusts as she did that. And then screaming. Not a simple cry of release, but an almost bloodcurdling scream that rattled the windows in the room as she came.

And then I felt it...as I heard Jack's deep-throated moan of enjoyment. His cock lurching, suddenly throbbing, and I knew he was just then spurting, filling our sister's bowels with his semen. I came...explosively. I felt my cock literally balloon inside her, and then the jettison of spunk, which came in torrents, or so it seemed anyway. I flooded her pussy, as Jack flooded her ass, as Janet drenched us both. Her own feminine cream adding to mine as it squished out of her, unable to contain it all any longer, making even more decadent sounds as we slowly wound down like a ticking clock about to expire.

We collapsed together in a heap, and then stayed that way for the better part of the next half hour hardly moving.

"Ok, ok...time for a shower. All three of us," she said sitting up rolling out of bed, cupping her pussy with her hand as though trying to keep the remaining essence of our combined spunk from dripping all over the floor. "And then after that..." She winked. "I want to suck you both...simultaneously."

Jack and I looked at one another. He grinned. And then I grinned. Things were never going to be the same again. Not ever!

Even taking a shower together the way we did, meant showers would as well no longer be the same again. Well hopefully anyway. Crowded as it was there in that small shower, we stood, the three of us, washing one another, Janet standing between as Jack and I soaped her up, not missing a single solitary square inch of her, nor she either one of us. And it was nicely odd in another way too, seeing my brother's hard stiff cock, standing there, proud and firm. Mine too, and neither one of us embarrassed, or shy about it either as Janet stood between us, one hand holding each of us, working them up and down together.

"Ok, nuff of this shit," she said none too politely. "Let's towel off...and then go back into the living room. I want to spend some time amusing myself with the two of you. Not that I'm sure you're gonna mind all that much," she mused. And then stepped out of the shower, beginning to dry off as Jack and I soon followed.

By the time Jack and I had finished drying off and headed off towards the living room, Janet was already sitting there on the couch waiting for us. "Come here," she pointed directly in front of where she was sitting, having already moved the coffee table out far enough so that we could do so even more easily. "Stand right here," she said again, directing. Jack and I stood, side-by-side as Janet once again reached up taking each of us in her hands. It was needless to say, an interesting, but not at all unpleasant experience. Looking down, seeing your own brothers cock hard in one hand, yours next to it, being held by the other as Janet now placed us both, or attempted to anyway...inside her mouth. Somehow she did manage to suck us both in together, just fitting the heads of our respective cocks inside her mouth, sucking a little, mostly licking, but enjoying that as she did so. "Fuck!" We both said in unison, not having intended to do so, but lessening the tension of the moment when we did.

"I know!" Janet suddenly stated, an idea coming to mind. It had indeed felt good, looked even better perhaps...seeing our sister doing that to us, but she obviously had yet another idea running around inside that naughty wicked little head of hers. "You two are gonna need to get comfy together...and quickly. So get the hell over whatever hang-ups either one of you might have, and do what your sister tells you to do...ok?"

Suddenly Janet was indeed in charge here, and Jack and I both knew it. "What do you want us to do?" he asked.

"Lay down on the couch, both of you...but here's the tricky-icky part...though maybe not for me," she giggled excitedly. "I need you balls to balls. That way, I can place these two beauties side-by-side. One thick, long, hot fucking cock, which I am damn well going to find a way to fuck together. At the same time."

"No way!" I exclaimed.

"Way!" Janet said determinedly. "Now come on you two...give me one fat juicy hard cock!"

It took some positioning, but believe it or not, we finally managed it. A little weird feeling yes, me on one end of the couch looking down at myself...across the way, Jack doing the same. Our pricks meeting up there in the middle, which Janet now held within her hands, holding them together as she climbed up onto the couch, hovering over us.

"You don't think this is really going to..."

She smiled, and then slid down....over both of us. It took a moment, it was tighter than anything I had ever felt before, that's for sure. And probably a damn-sight tighter than anything my sister had ever had up inside her cunt either. But she did it. Somehow, she fucking did it! After a few really careful, really slow up and downs, she seemed to stretch a bit making it far easier for her to fuck us both. The fact she had both my cock, along with my brother's inside her was amazing. Just sitting back watching her was intense too. Seeing the way she cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples, riding the two of us was more sensual than anything I'd ever seen before. The look on her face, the pure physical joy as she rapidly approached yet again another mind-blowing orgasm was enough to trigger my second one of the evening. As I felt my sister's lubrications suddenly increase, along with another peel of deep-throated groaning that seemed to begin deep within her gut, suddenly spewing from her mouth in another ear-splitting scream of delight, I throbbed...and then felt the juice explode from my prick. Perhaps sensing what I felt, Jack cried out seconds later, and I knew then he too was adding more of his own juice to the now saucy mix. Janet slowed, though still humping the two of us, the sounds of the now very squishy, very frothy mix of our combined juices easily heard.

"Wow, that...was fucking hot!" Janet exclaimed as she finally stood up on weak knees, somehow managing to wobble over to a nearby chair collapsing down into it. Looking up and over at my brother, it was an interesting sight to see, our two pricks now mostly flaccid, covered in spunk, his...hers...and ours.

"You can say that again," I responded barely able to speak yet.

"I will...as soon as we've all had a chance to recover. I'm sure we'll all find something else naughty fun to do, and then I'm sure I'll be saying that again afterwards!"

I had no doubt she was right about that.

Unfortunately, Jack had to leave for his part-time job, scurrying upstairs to shower again. Still sitting there across from my sister, it now seemed a little surreal, especially as she had made no effort to dress, deciding to remain naked though she had returned with hot towels in order to clean up with. To my surprise, she came over towards me, and rather than handing me one in order to clean up myself, she began doing so for me. Janet always had been attentive in that regard, but certainly not precisely in this way, washing and cleansing my now very flaccid and very satisfied prick.

She seemed to take quite a bit of delight in doing so, even going so far as to skin back the foreskin, cleansing and taking special care there as well. She was smiling.

"What?" I asked curious seeing her expression.

"Just remembering something," she answered back smiling even wider.

"And..........?"

"You have a tendency to talk in your sleep a lot," she offered, which wasn't new to me, as I did.

"Yeah, and occasionally walk in my sleep too," I added. A fact that had caused me a few somewhat embarrassing moments as a kid growing up. Hearing the story of how I had walked outside buck naked in the middle of a snow storm. Mom...trying to shoo me back inside the house, chasing me around the street with a quilt as I ran from her laughing hysterically. That was one I was glad I hadn't woken up in the middle of.

"Oh yeah," Janet giggled. "Mom did tell some interesting stories about you doing that too, but I was remembering an incident one night a few months ago...in particular," she paused looking up at me with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Go on..." I encouraged curiously now.

Janet continued washing my dick, though at this point it became more of a continued fondling. Perfectly clean now, she seemed more content with just holding it, waggling it a bit softly, almost nonchalantly toying with it as she continued her story.

"I had just gotten home from work, tiptoeing down the hall trying to be quiet so as not to wake you up," she related. "I passed by your door on the way to my room, and thought I heard talking. Obviously you were alone, but I wasn't sure at first...wondering if you finally had actually invited someone over."

I laughed at that. "You know better than that," I told her. "When was the last time that I had a female guest over to the house?"

"Well, that may be true...but at the time, I did wonder. Anyway, I stood outside your door listening, and then tried the door, intending to just take a little peek into your room. Obviously you were alone, sound asleep in your bed, but I realized while looking inside, you were naked. As hot as it was...and had been, you were laying on top of the sheets. There was also a full moon then as I remember, so the light was coming in through the window, just enough to allow me to see you by. I almost turned to walk out and go back to my room when you suddenly rolled over. When you did, I noticed you had an erection."

"Oh no! Really? Oh fuck...sorry about that!"

Janet laughed. "What for? Not your fault you had a hard-on, in your sleep. Hell, I swear Jack does all the time," she smiled again. "But it wasn't even that so much that caused me to do what I then did...it was what you said after that...in your sleep."

"What did I say?"

"You said the sweetest thing ever," she grinned broadly. She then sat back on her heels, though still managing to hold onto my cock. "You said...'God Janet, I wish I could fuck those tits of yours!"

"I did not say that!"

"Oh yes you did!" She chuckled delightedly. "Clear as day! So much so, for a moment, I actually thought you were awake, speaking to me. I walked over, wondering if you were, but then you mumbled something totally unintelligible, and then I knew...you were talking in your sleep again. But the fact was Brian, I'd clearly heard you say that, and knew then what I'd suspected for quite some time, at least had an edge of truth to it. Anyway...I couldn't just walk away either, not having the perfect opportunity that I had at the time. The first real chance to have a close-up look at this dick of yours."

She waggled it again, a bit more fondly, playfully. And much to my surprise, I actually felt it thicken a little, trying to imagine all this.

"And then what?" I asked pleasurably as she slowly, almost teasingly began stroking it again.

"Well, I couldn't help myself. And like I said, the opportunity was simply too good to pass up. So I carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaned over looking at you...inspecting you, and then tentatively held you for a moment, trying to see if my doing that would cause you to wake up. Obviously...it didn't."

"Obviously," I replied as I would have certainly remembered that, and not hearing it like this for the first time.

"Anyway...so then I leaned forward a little, like this," she showed me, and kneeling there in front of me the way she was, she stuck out her tongue, just lightly licking the head of my cock. "I licked it...licked it again, and looked up to see if you were waking up, but all you did was mumble something again, though you sighed pleasurably too. So I licked it some more, and then sucked it a little."

"Oh my god! Seriously? You sucked my cock while I was sleeping?"

"Did I ever!" She laughed. "But like I said Brian, after hearing what you said, and after having discovered what you'd also been doing...I knew then, as I later discussed it with Jack, that eventually, we'd have to tell you about us, and hopefully...include you with what we had just begun doing back then."

"Did she know?" I silently asked myself. "What do you mean...you discovered?" I asked more than a bit worriedly now.

She wrapped her lips around my cock again, sucking it however, even as she answered my question. "That you'd been using my panties to jerk off into."

I was mortified, embarrassed to tears almost. I had only done that a couple of times, and had always been very careful about putting things back. "How'd you...how'd you find out?" I asked shamefacedly. She giggled again, blushing a bit herself now.

"Oh don't be embarrassed by it," she told me. "Actually, I found that pretty sweet too...and yes, naughty admittedly. Quite a turn on in fact. But the thing is Brian, even as wet and juicy as I get, my panties are NEVER that crusty when I go to wash them! So I noticed that, especially one particular pair, my dark blue ones, which had a lot more stains on them than they should have. So that's when I asked Jack if he'd been using them to jerk off with. When he said "No", I knew he'd have told me he had. So I knew then...it had to be you. And that's when I sort of...set you up."

My face was beet red, I could feel it. "When...ah, when did you do that?" I now asked, having a pretty good suspicion when that must have been now. I had seen something myself, which had triggered it, or at least I thought that had to have been the incident she was talking about, as again...like I said, I hadn't actually done that more than two or three times at the most.

"The red ones."

I knew then, I was right. "Oh yeah...I should have known, or should have known better perhaps," I amended. "So...so you did that on purpose then?"

"Oh yeah, and boy was I excited when I went back later to check and see if you did, and of course found out that you had. I raced back with them myself after that, and actually masturbated with my own panties, knowing they were filled with your still sticky warm cum. God Brian, I got off so hard doing that, that I wanted to do it again, but unfortunately, I never caught you using them again, so I figured you must have been dealing with guilty feelings or something after that."

She was right there too. Because I had been. Tempted more than once, I never did so again, too afraid she'd discover what I'd been up to...been doing. So I had quit using my sister's panties to jack off with.

But the image of that day, her red panties had stayed with me for a long time and became for me one of the most often used fantasies to remember while jerking myself off late at night after going to bed.

I was running late for class that day. Standing impatiently outside of the bathroom waiting for Janet to finish up in there. We had made a rule, which up until then at least, seemed to work. The first twenty minutes always had been considered private, personal time. But after that, if anyone exceeded the time limit, and someone else needed to use the bathroom, then that was their problem. As the door didn't lock, we all honored the twenty-minute rule. I had given her twenty-two minutes, and needed to pee desperately, as well as at least wash up in lieu of taking a shower that morning.

I knocked, as we still did, even after someone had used up their allotted personal time before entering. Janet had called out, "Just a sec!" So I had waited, hearing a bit of scuffling, and figured she was looking for something to cover herself up in. Which had been my guess moments later when she said it was ok, and that I could come in. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, still obviously wet, and she had another one wrapped around her body, so I pretty much surmised that was what she'd been looking for.

"I'm in a hurry, so you might want to leave or it's going to get rank in here," I had warned her. She laughed, scurrying out of the bathroom, leaving me to my personal twenty minutes at least. As I sat down, I looked over and noticed what appeared to be red material caught in the cabinet door. So I reached over, opening it, which is when I then discovered an unexpected surprise, which I now knew...was a set up. Not only was it a pair of Janet's red satin panties, but there was some sort of vibrator sitting on top of them. Obviously, she'd been masturbating and had hurriedly tried to hide the evidence of her having been doing so. I picked up the toy, smelled it, and could still clearly smell my own sister's natural juices clinging to it. But then of course, I picked up the panties too. The crotch was still damp, still fragrant. And against my own better judgment, I used them to sit there and jack off with. I had even purposely tried not to get any semen inside them, though I must have gotten a little bit on them anyway, even as careful as I was...as I remember coming a lot! After I had finished, I then put them carefully back just the way I had found them, part of them still sticking out of the cupboard door, the toy carefully rearranged where I had found it. But obviously, now hearing all this, she had done that on purpose.

"Yeah, so after you left for school, I went back into the bathroom, and sure enough, I knew then you had discovered my trap, and sprung it. Sure enough when I looked for the evidence, I found some, though unfortunately, not nearly as much as I was hoping for. But even then, it was still enough that I ran back to my own room, taking my panties with me, and then used those to run up and down my slit with, until getting myself off again."

"So."

She giggled. "Yeah so...that's when I knew, that eventually...we'd end up like this, well...hopefully anyway. And now we have." She moved closer towards me, now cupping her breasts, surrounding my now stiff cock with them. "So...here we are."

"Indeed."

"So...still interested in that tit-fuck you mentioned? In your sleep?"

Now I laughed. "More than ever!"

She was still doing that to me when Jack came back down the stairs, all dressed and ready for work.

"Holy shit you two! Did I really need to see this? Now I'm going to be fucking horny all night at work! Thanks a lot!" He was smiling though as he said that, stopping briefly to watch for a moment, kissing his sister full on the lips even as she continued milking my prick with her breasts. "Do that for me later? After I get home?"

"Maybe tomorrow," she informed him. "I'll probably be sleeping in Brian's bed tonight."

I was surprised at hearing that, the thought not having registered up until now that that was even a remote possibility.

Once again he laughed at that though, which was a bit of a relief as there was no apparent jealousy, or concern in his expression as he turned heading out the door for work.

"Just as long as you keep your promise," he smiled, turning...his cock sticking out of his pants now, having unzipped them, somehow fishing it out, and now teasing her with it before stepping outside, his cock as far as we knew...still exposed.

"He always like that?" I had to ask.

"Only when he's horny," she told me, and then proceeded to finish jacking me off with her tits.

We indeed spent that night together, making love as it were, not just simply fucking. Though fucking we did too. But having that time together, alone...for some oddball reason, seemed to make up for all the times we hadn't been together, when the two of them had been. Maybe she knew that, or knew that's how I'd felt, been feeling when I had stood there in the doorway watching the two of them together. But as nice as that was, I think it was that moment when I went down on her for the first time. Feasting on that glorious pussy of hers, the smoothness of her full puffy lips, sucking and nibbling on each one. Basking in the aroma and fragrance of her heated cunt, licking...tasting, sucking her clit, and then doing everything all over again. I lost track of the number of times she came, climaxing over and over again until forced to shove me away. Too tender, too sensitive to continue, though aroused still even then. Forcing me onto my back, taking my hard stiff cock into her mouth, and then draining me. I hate to say it...it was the first time anyone had ever done that to me. Not that it had been a big deal (up until that moment anyway), but the fact my very own sister was the first. The first one to happily, almost greedily in fact, slurp down my cum, and then sit there, licking her lips, squeezing, urging out more, licking that up. It was beyond my wildest dreams seeing her doing that for me.

In the morning, still too tired, and honestly done in for the moment, I did however sit back, and allow myself the enjoyment of seeing Janet allow Jack to titty-fuck her. Even though I never got hard, never even remotely getting aroused enough to join the two of them. It was still exciting and arousing to watch it, to see it this time without the jumble of emotions and insecurities I had so recently experienced. I watched in fascination, seeing my brother's come marking our sister's breasts, drenching them, saturating them, and finding it both erotic and sensual.

Later that night...taking turns with her. Now laying beside the two of them, content to watch, enjoying the movement, the dance of their coupling. No longer the jealousy, guilt or feeling somehow less bonded or apart from them as I once had. I knew then, we had come together as one. As a family again, perhaps in a unique, unacceptable way to society as a whole. But it mattered not, not to us anyway. We had only had one another to rely on, to count on when things got tough, when that same society had pretty much left us to fend for ourselves and find a way to survive all this.

We had. We did. And we had no intention of ever going back again.