Incest/Taboo Games People Play

Growing up, I'd always been close with my twin sister Dianne, though she hated being called that. Calling her "Di" long before Princess Dianne made the name famous, it suited her personality. Outgoing and vivacious with short fiery red hair, Di was adventurous almost to a fault. Not that I wasn't, but I tended to be a little more reserved in comparison. The thing about having a twin sister had its good and bad points. She was both my best friend and confidant, meaning there wasn't anything we didn't openly discuss with one another growing up. Especially when it came to our sexual curiosities and awakening. The one bad thing was her constant reminder that she was my "older sister", though I didn't consider nine minutes difference between us as being worthy of the title.

After graduating high school, we had both made the decision to attend a particular university together, though it was a considerable distance away from where we lived. Once again fate seemed to intervene in our behalf however as our Aunt Maggie, mom's older sister, and Uncle Pete happened to have a nice place near the university we wanted to attend. As we'd both hoped, Aunt Maggie suggested we move in with them the moment they'd heard we'd even applied. It would certainly save us both a great deal of money on the one hand, and on the other, we'd always had a great relationship with our Aunt and Uncle over the years.

Perhaps it was a bit more intimate than might be thought appropriate in some cases as my Uncle had tutored me in much of my sexual knowledge and awareness, as had Maggie done for my sister. Talking to them openly and uninhibitedly about any curious subject either of us might have had, had always led to some fairly intimate discussions later on between the two of us. I don't know how many times I had gone to bed thinking about my own sister, pleasuring myself to several orgasms and wondering, though in truth, aside from a few childish curiosities explored along the way, we'd never really crossed that particular line with one another. And Di had even admitted to me how she had often become aroused from our discussions as well, and though falling far short of actually admitting she even masturbated about anything we'd talked about or shared, the implication that she had was there.

The move was easy for us, though harder on mom and dad of course. Neither Di nor myself were currently involved in any relationships, anticipating that we'd each eventually find someone when school started. But again, with the closeness of our own relationship, neither of us was in any big hurry to begin dating again. Fate and Destiny would take care of that in its own time.

Pete and Maggie had a fairly large place, and though not exactly a mansion, they were well enough off to afford a grounds-keeper for the garden, as well as a live in maid that took care of much of the house-hold cleaning. About the only household chores either Di and I had was to maintain our own bedrooms, and do our own laundry. A more than reasonable request for the amount of money we'd be saving by living there rent-free.

Di's room was located on the upstairs floor just down the hall from our Aunt and Uncles bedroom. Mine was on the ground floor, a much smaller room which was fine with me as I didn't need all the space, nor did I need the oversized walk-in closet that Di had immediately fallen in love with either. Besides, the French-style doors of my room, exited directly out back towards the spacious swimming pool located just a few feet away. Ideal for those late-night swims I looked forward to taking, not to mention the Jacuzzi for sore muscles after my workouts. Ironically however, it was Di who was the first to try out the pool the night of our arrival, and in so doing, set the stage for what would eventually become the most interesting experience of our lives so far!

It was already pretty late. Most everyone had retired to bed earlier. I had decided to finish watching a particular TV program, intending a nice late-night swim afterwards when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye through the blinds in my window. As the glow from the TV set was the only source of light, I immediately switched that off now sitting alone in the dark watching the approach of my twin sister as she crossed the far end of the courtyard towards the pool area. As my Aunt's home was in the shape of a horseshoe, it placed the wing of their rooms across the way and above mine. I noticed the lights in their bedroom were off, though the light from the full moon illuminated everything, particularly the pool area. I watched as Di cast a furtively quick glance in the direction of my bedroom before dropping the bathrobe she was wearing to the ground. It wasn't like I hadn't seen her naked before, I had. But I had to admit: in the intimate light of the full moon, Di's nude form took on a sensuality that was often described in books.

Her full breasts seemed to stiffen with the touch of the cool night air, the twin cheeks of her ass almost puckering as she began the slow cautious decent down the steps into the water as she allowed herself to become accustomed to the temperature. Watching her, I became curiously aroused, felt my prick stiffening as I absentmindedly, and without any real thought as to what I was doing, reached down inside the waistband of my shorts and repositioned it as it lengthened. I watched as Di smoothly rolled over onto her back, gliding effortlessly the length of the pool before turning once again, then just as silently cutting through the water face down in the opposite direction. So absorbed had I been in watching my sister swim, I was surprised to discover that someone else had taken notice of it was well. Above, on their private balcony overlooking the courtyard and pool area, stood my Uncle, and though partially hidden by the shadows, the nights illumination gave me a clear view from where he stood while looking down upon my sister's swim. I couldn't exactly blame him for doing so of course; I mean after all, I was doing the very same thing myself!

What I didn't expect and found surprising, upon looking away from my Uncle, and back to my sister for a few moments, was when I glanced back to where he was standing. From my vantage point, it was easy to see he'd undone the sash on the robe he'd been wearing. It was open, and by the position of his hands, it was clearly evident as to what he was doing. Fascinated, I watched as he continued to stand there fisting his hard erect cock, that even from this distance was quite obvious. Amused, as well as excited, I found myself doing the very same thing now, taking turns watching him and glancing towards Dianne who was obviously quite oblivious to either one of us. When Dianne finally climbed up and out of the pool, I thought for sure that the show would soon be over. Even Uncle Pete seemed to gather himself, stepping back further into the shadows ensuring that Di wouldn't inadvertently catch him looking down at her. And she did glance that way briefly, before glancing just as quickly in my direction as well before crossing to the far end of the pool, climbing the short flight of steps to the diving board.

I thought briefly she was actually going to dive until she walked nonchalantly along the length of the board before sitting down, then laying on it with her legs dangling over the edge. To my continued surprise, I watched as Dianne gingerly spread her legs, slipping a delicate hand down between them and began a slow playful fingering of herself as she did. Glancing back up to where my Uncle had once stood, I fully expected to again see him fisting himself as he watched her. I was even more surprised to find that he had gone back inside. Perhaps some twinge of remorse had gotten a hold of him, guilt perhaps at becoming aroused while watching his own niece, especially as she was now openly masturbating while lying on the edge of the diving board for all the world to see, had they been looking.

I however had no such thoughts, having frequently masturbated in the past while conjuring images of my sister's nude form, or recalling several of the intimate discussions we'd often shared. It was a night of continuing surprises however, each one becoming even more surprising than the last. When I again glanced back towards the bedroom balcony, not only did I again spot my uncle, but also my aunt! And neither of them was wearing anything either. My uncle stood, Aunt Maggie behind just off to one side. I watched as her hand fondled and stroked his rigid member, his hand likewise down between my Aunts legs as he fondled and played with her. Both were fully consumed while watching my sister as she had begun to even more vigorously pleasure herself on the edge of the diving board, legs spread obscenely off on either side as her fingers continued to twirl about her clitoris in what was becoming an obvious race to the finish line.

Though I had never seen my own mother fully naked before, just rare occasional glimpses of her as I'd caught her in various stages of dressing or undressing, now seeing my aunt so fully revealed made me realize just how similarly built the two of them were. I guess that large breasts ran in the family. Dianne certainly was, as was mom of course. But now seeing my Aunt's clearly revealed breasts confirmed their similarities, as well as their subtle differences too. Maggie's had a more mature look and shape to them of course, quite naturally so. But I found them equally alluring and provocative in their own way, as I had found my sister's to be in hers. I found myself desirous of a much closer look, perhaps even a side-by -side comparison, though the likelihood of that happening at the moment anyway was being far remote.

I found the boldness of their secretive adventure quite exciting however, in ways I could have never imagined. I had always known of course that neither my Aunt nor Uncle were prudes, certainly not by their openness in conversations, and the frankness of their answers whenever asked. I also had already formed the opinion that they continued to share an active and exciting sex-life, though had never imagined experiencing that, even in this way, before now. I could feel my own orgasm approach, the pearly liquid of precum now oozing from the head of my cock in copious amounts, not sure in what direction to look or enjoy those pleasures when they came.

On the balcony, my aunt continued pumping my uncles prick, faster and harder now as though trying to simultaneously achieve orgasm with my sister, as she too seemed to have let all caution go to the wind, now sitting up on the edge of the board, one hand pulling on and twisting a nipple, the other furiously frigging her clit in wild abandon. My own cock was on the verge of explosion, and it was just a matter of who I was looking at when I did. Even through the window, and at the distance that I was, I could clearly hear the audible sigh and deep throaty moan of Dianne's climax when it came. Looking up back towards the balcony, it was clearly obvious by the way my Aunt was now holding my Uncle's cock, that she was milking his semen from it in hard felt jettison's of spunk as she aimed it through the open grates of the ornamental safety fence that surrounded the balcony. I saw him bracing his hands upon the railing, eyes still clearly focused down towards Dianne as she exploded, and as Maggie slowly coaxed the last vestiges of my Uncles cream from his prick.

The climax that surged through the length of my cock felt like it would rip the top of my head off. Collapsing back into my bed, I felt the streamers of spunk escaping my prick, showering myself while images of my sister twiddling her twat seemed to merge with those of my Aunt jacking off my Uncle. By the time I'd recomposed myself, once again looking out through the window, everyone had gone. Just as though the whole thing had been nothing more than a figment of my own imagination. Had it not been for the closing of the door across the way where I realized my sister had just entered back into the house, I might have actually wondered.

It was the sound of my Uncles car pulling out of the garage that was near me that woke me from my blissful sleep. A sleep that had been filled with images of the night before, though I had dreamed myself first licking my sister's sweet cunt, then my Aunts. It was Sunday. I recalled my Uncle informing everyone of his golf date early in the morning. Glancing at the alarm on the nightstand, it was just seven o'clock, and I was famished! Making my way down the hallway towards the kitchen area, I stopped short at the sound of voices, obviously my Aunt and sister were already awake, enjoying a cup of coffee together as the aroma of freshly made coffee tempted me to enter in and join them. And I would have, had it not been for the question I heard Dianne asking our Aunt.

"So you and Uncle Pete watched me?"

For a moment, I was sure they were talking about something else, another place, and another time. Surely they weren't discussing last night.

"Hell yes!" I heard Maggie laugh in response. "I was almost asleep when he came back into the bedroom and told me what you were doing! Like I said honey, your Uncle and I have this little game we enjoy playing, and we do it all the time. The fact that you inadvertently joined us, or helped us to enjoy you, in all fairness wasn't something I was willing to hide from you either. And your Uncle agreed. He felt it was only right that we tell you that we watched, and more importantly, explained to you what we enjoy doing just in case there are any future encounters like the one last night."

I heard Dianne giggle. "Well, I have to admit Aunt Maggie, I did wonder if I might get caught, though to be honest, I was half expecting it to be Brandon, and not either one of you!"

At the sound of my name, I took a half step backwards, worried now that I might be breathing too hard, and thus overheard. Not only was this conversation turning interesting, but it was evident to me now that Dianne had indeed half expected me to be watching her, and for all I knew, wishing it!

"So...tell me more about this game you and Uncle Pete enjoy playing!" Dianne pressed.

"Only if you stop calling me your Aunt Maggie!" My Aunt told her. "Just call me Mag's or Maggie if you prefer. But Aunt Maggie seems so formal and impersonal, especially now under the circumstances." Once again I heard Dianne laugh.

"Ok, Mag's!" she again giggled. "But tell me more about this naughty little game of yours and Uncle Pete's!"

Suddenly, I was just as interested in hearing about it as she was.

"Well, for one thing," she began. "We promised one another a long time ago that we weren't going to turn out like a lot of old married couples. We wanted to ensure there would always be excitement and adventure in our sex-life. And as both your Uncle and I have expressed to you in the past in our conversations, we view masturbation as perfectly normal, certainly healthy, and it can be fun as well as entertaining without becoming boring whatsoever."

"I remember," Dianne offered, as did I. It had been my Uncle Pete who had first caught me stroking my dick behind the house while looking at some girlie magazine I had fished out of the neighbor's garbage. At first I felt ashamed, dirty...and worse, scared that he would go in and tell my parents what he'd caught me doing. Instead, he had assured me that what I was doing was perfectly normal, that he in fact still did it frequently himself, and was also most certain that my own father, even my mother did as well. He then went on to tell me that anytime I wanted to discuss anything of a sexual nature with him that he'd do his best to explain it to me, and that I was never to fear his betraying our trust or confidence in anything we spoke of. He never did. Which is basically how things had evolved up unto this very point. I had also surmised that Dianne was getting the same sort of advice from my Aunt, which we confirmed early on was the case when comparing notes, and then entering into our own personal intimate little discussions.

"So, just how often do you do it anyway?" I heard Dianne asking.

"Oh, I'd say nearly every single day. And quite often, several times a day," Maggie added. "But the whole point of the game is to do it without getting caught, though sometimes getting caught is also part of the game too. Adding in the element of danger just adds to the excitement. Then of course there is the idea of exhibitionism that I believe is in all of us, plus the aspect of voyeurism too. I like the idea that someone might be watching me, either secretly, or obviously. And I also like watching someone, whether it be your uncle, the gardener, our maid...or like last night, you."

"The maid?" Dianne exclaimed in surprise.

Once again Maggie laughed. "Why else do you think your Uncle hired her?" she asked. "Lets face it, she's certainly not the best house-keeper we've ever had, but one of the conditions of her employment was that she occasionally masturbate for us while we watch, though your uncle prefers to try and catch her at it. He even pays her a bonus to do it openly, with some chance of discovery, so she can't just lock herself in her bedroom either. She has to do it where someone could actually see her doing it. She gets a bonus either way, though if she does it and isn't seen, it's not quite as much as if she gets caught doing it, and not as much as when she joins us while we all masturbate together."

"And you and Uncle Pete do the same?" Dianne questioned.

"Pretty much yes. And part of the game is that we're totally honest with one another about it too. Much like last night, and this morning."

"This morning? You've already done it this morning? I thought you'd just gotten up when I did."

Once again I heard Maggie laugh. "Oh honey, I've been doing it the entire time you've been sitting here!" she told her. "That's the truthful part of the game I was telling you about. Later, after your Uncle gets home, I'll tell him all about this. Tell him how we sat at the breakfast table talking about it, all the while I was touching myself without your being aware of it."

"Until now you mean."

"Yeah, until now."

"And then you'll tell him about that too?"

"Of course."

"And you'll tell him that I was masturbating as well?"

"Are you?"

I heard the sound of the chair move. More than anything I wanted to enter the kitchen and join them. But I also felt like that would disrupt everything, and besides, now I was curious as to when, if ever, that my Aunt and Uncle would bring me into their confidence as well. Additionally, I was also curious to see if Dianne might tell me about it, it had been quite a while after all since we'd really sat down and had a real good sexy discussion with one another. But after last night, and now this morning, I felt we were both long well over due.

"I guess you are!" Maggie shot back a moment later with an added giggle of her own.

"Let me watch you cum Mag's" Dianne asked sincerely. "Before Brandon gets up!"

"We'd better hurry then, I have a feeling he'll be up soon," she added with a sly smile in her tone of voice. "And something else too, I'd be willing to bet he was watching you last night just as we were," she added.

"Wondered about that myself," Dianne admitted. "Maybe I'll even ask him...later."

With that, I soon tiptoed as quietly as I could back down the hall to my room. Gathering up what few dirty clothes I already had, I then decided to drop them into the washer on my way back to the kitchen, this time making enough noise to alert the two of them to my presence. Perhaps by that time they would have finished watching one another getting off, and even more importantly, perhaps even include me in their naughty little conversation.

Turning the doorknob, I stepped into the laundry room and nearly tripped over myself in doing so. There stood Carlotta, their maid, shorts down around her ankles, panties stretched tightly just above the knees. Even more amazing however was the appearance of a bright green cucumber firmly embedded deep within her near hairless cunt. Speechless for a moment, obviously surprised, even embarrassed, I spoke before she did.

"I'll make sure Uncle Pete knows I caught you," I informed her grinning. "Maybe you'll get something extra for someone else finding you besides either my Aunt or my Uncle."

Carlotta relaxed, smiling, then nodding her head as she finished tossing in the few added things I had brought into the room with me. I watched briefly for a moment before turning and heading back out the door, the cucumber still comfortably resting between her legs. By the time I had again reached the kitchen area, I could smell bacon cooking. This time I continued on through the door without stopping, somewhat disappointed that I caught neither of them with their fingers happily dancing on their pussies, but quickly reminded that I was after all still famished.

"So...what's for breakfast I asked?"

Though a nice healthy breakfast had certainly curbed my physical appetite, my emotional appetite remained. Neither Di, nor my aunt had alluded to anything of a sexual nature whatsoever. And the fact that they had both masturbated just minutes before my arrival, was driving my curiosity insane. With my Uncle still out on the golf course somewhere, Di and my Aunt headed out to do some shopping. I figured to spend some quiet time alone given the opportunity to do so, and thus wandered about the house and grounds giving myself a brief tour. In the back of my mind of course, I half hoped at the very least to catch Carlotta enjoying herself once again, but she had after all already performed for the day, so the likelihood of her doing so again seemed remote. I had half talked myself into a late afternoon swim when I spotted Carlotta's husband, Carlos the groundskeeper as he wheeled the now empty wheelbarrow back into the shed after having finished weeding the garden.

Where Carlotta was small in stature, though full-figured, Carlos was a tall well-muscled individual. And though my Uncle Pete may very well have had some say in hiring Carlotta, I had no doubt upon seeing Carlos that my Aunt Maggie had most likely had the final say. He was ruggedly handsome in that sexy-Latino type of way that I knew she most favored. Coming from a Spanish background herself, Aunt Maggie always had had a thing for the tall dark and handsome types. I was preparing to duck into my bedroom when I saw Carlotta enter the shed behind Carlos. And though she made some half-assed effort at closing the door, it remained ajar, leaving me more than just a bit curious as to what it was she might be up to. Making my way quickly towards the shed, which was the size of a small garage, I was happy to see that it was well lit. Though I couldn't see them as yet, I could hear the sound of their voices somewhere down at the far end. Under the circumstances, I wasn't too afraid of being caught, catching them. For all I knew, they might in fact be well aware of the possibility. At this point I didn't know if there was anything extra in it for them or not. Didn't matter really, whatever they were doing or up to was obvious by the sounds I could now hear.

"That's it baby! That's it! Suck my pussy!"

As quiet as a church mouse, I made my way down one of the isles that separated the various gardening tools. Peering briefly through the shelves as I made my way down the isle, I soon spotted them on the far isle facing away from me. Carlotta was sitting on the edge of one of the workbenches, already the short-shorts she'd been wearing earlier when I came upon her in the laundry room where gone. But unlike in the laundry room this time the blouse she'd been wearing was undone all the way, exposing her fairly large breasts with two of the darkest, largest areola's I had ever seen. Carlos was down on his knees before her, his mouth already busily lapping away at her cunt, one hand reaching up to cup and maul her exposed breast, tweaking, twisting and pulling on those amazingly long, hard extended nipples.

"That's it baby! Eat it! Suck my clit!"

Even as she spoke, she looked up and spotted me almost immediately. Almost as if she knew I was there all along. She made no effort to stop what they were doing, nor alert Carlos to my presence. Whether he knew I was there or not didn't seem to matter. And probably didn't. But even so, I remained partially hidden as well as quiet as I continued to watch the two of them from my place of concealment. Once again she smiled, wet her lips as she looked at me, then placed her hand firmly against her husbands head, pushing it even harder against herself.

"Suck it! Suck it hard you fucking bastard!" She near screamed. "Make me cum all over your face!"

As Carlos now began sucking her cunt for all he was worth, I again saw her look towards me, a wicked mischievous smile on her face, then mouthing the words towards me. "Take...it...out!"

There was no mistaking what she wanted, and I was already half there anyway. I hadn't even realized that my hand was already caressing my rock-hard prick from the outside of my pants. Unzipping myself, I freed my turgid member and gave the mushroomed head of my prick a nice loving squeeze, milking the anticipated and hoped for lubrication that I now used to further stimulate and caress my prick with. To my surprise, Carlotta frowned, letting me know as she did that she couldn't see what I was actually doing. Stepping out from around the shelving, I lowered my Levi's as well, fully exposing myself to her as I did. Now she grinned, nodding her approval and began humping herself against Carlos face with real determination.

"Yes baby...yes," she mewled now. "Make Carlotta cum" she addressed herself. "Make Carlotta's pussy gush all over her husbands face. Make me squirt deep into your mouth lover, then watch as you soon squirt into mine!"

In seconds, she was doing just that, and I watched in abject fascination, as Carlotta's pussy seemed to explode in a rich creamy cascade of frothy-white cunt juice. Carlos half gagged, almost drowning from the deluge that poured forth from her pussy, but he'd obviously been there before, now drinking her down furiously as she came. So close to the edge now myself, I was on the verge of tipping myself over when she spoke, this time without mouthing the words, purposely, and without fear.

"No...not yet!" She told me directly. "You cum when Carlos cums!" She ordered.

I then realized that Carlos too had to have been aware of my presence all along. When he finally stood up, his face still slick with his wife's pleasures, he smiled, licking the sweet residue from his finger-tips, and then hers as she reached down to gather up some of the moisture that remained between her legs.

"Taste?" she asked offering me a finger. I looked uncertainly towards her husband, but though he spoke not a word, he continued to smile towards me in a non-threatening way.

"He speaks little English," she informed me. "But you have no reason to fear anything. He quite likes the game," she added, once again alluding to the obvious arrangement that the two of them had agreed to beforehand.

It felt a little odd standing there with my prick sticking straight out, odder still doing so with one of Carlotta's sweet tasting fingers in my mouth as I sucked it.

"Will you cum for me now?" She asked hotly. "Will you make your prick squirt with pleasure just as my husbands will do as I suck it?" she questioned me.

Now it was my turn to simply nod my head, grin and then smile in the direction of Carlos as he finally stood, the sound of his buckle being undone, his pants dropping onto the concrete floor of the shed.

I've seen some fairly large pricks before. And not to say I'm ashamed of my own either, but Carlos had one of those cocks that you'd expect to see in some porn movie. This guy was enormous, and by the looks of it, he was still thickening, growing, even as I felt my own suddenly shy away.

"Not so good for fucking," she told me, speaking as though she'd just given me the weather report, wagging his enormous dick back and forth within her smallish sized hands. I had no way of knowing if he fully understood what she'd just said or not, though he continued to smile as she continued to wave his cock back and forth towards me like it was a light-saber. For the briefest of moments, I had this weird image of the two of us, Carlos dressed all in black, sounding much like James Earl Jones when he spoke, holding onto an enormous blue glowing dick. Me, Obi One Kan "knobby" if you will, as I had at least noticed the head of my dick was just as big, if not bigger than his. Or at least it was when it began growing again as Carlotta then knelt down in front of him and began licking the entire length of that massive shaft.

"And besides, he prefers it when I suck or jack him off anyway," she added with a knowing wink. "So now watch as I make it spurt inside my mouth, then you come here and cum all over my titties for me while I watch ok?"

"Ok!" I agreed, suddenly speaking with a Spanish accent though I hoped sincerely neither one of them had really noticed.

I had really expected gallons of spunk to pour forth from that massive cock of his when he came. And perhaps at times that's what happened, but when it came to copious amounts of spurting fluids, I would beat Carlos Vader here hands down. Still, it was exciting as hell to watch as Carlos threw his head back, crying out in that deep rich voice of his when he came. Carlotta jacking that massive cock off with two hands, along with her mouth as she sucked him dry. Holding off as best as I could, I waited until she finally stood stepping away from him. Cupping those lovely breasts with her hands, she then offered them towards me, fingering the still taut nipples as she did.

"You ready to lotion up my tits for me?" she questioned.

I was...and I did.

Di and Maggie arrived home a couple of hours later. By then Carlos was off somewhere playing in the dirt again, and I had seen Carlotta wandering about as well, though she carried the feather duster she was using in a fairly strange place. I helped carry in the groceries while the girls put things away.

"Enjoy your day?" Di asked me.

"You could say that," I told her cryptically.

"Oh?"

I didn't answer, just smiling.

"I see we're gonna have to have one of our talks," she said winking with a knowing grin.

"Yeah, maybe we should," I added back at her still grinning myself.

"How long before dinner?" Di turned asking my Aunt as she finished putting away the final few things.

"Couple of hours," Maggie answered. "If you two wanna go for a swim or something, I'll come find you when its time for dinner."

"Or something..." I half whispered towards Di, who then shot me a very curious look. "Meet me in my room," I added quickly before she could speak, then turned and headed off before she could question me further.

"So ok...spill it!" Di stated closing the door behind me as she entered my room. "What have you been up to today anyway?"

"Maybe the question should be...what have you been up to?"

Di tried to play innocent for a brief moment, but I'd seen that look too many times before to be fooled by it. "So...what did you hear anyway?" she asked me now realizing I obviously knew more than I was letting on.

I then told Di everything I'd heard and knew about, including the fact that she and my Aunt had obviously masturbated together, or perhaps one another even for all I knew. There was really very little else, though she did fill me in on a few more details of their conversation before I'd arrived, as well as just exactly what they had done after I'd left. "So you actually watched one another get off?" I questioned incredulously.

"Yep!" Di quipped coyly. "And I have to admit Brandon, it was exciting as hell. I mean I've seen a few porn films of course, and once I experimented a little with another girlfriend of mine, but I have to tell you, watching Maggie touching herself while she watched me was one of the most erotic experiences I've ever had!"

It was then that I told her about my little afternoon excursion while Di sat there with her mouth open listening to me. "And like you said Sis, not that I'm into guys or anything like that either, but watching Carlotta sucking and jacking off her husbands dick was horny as hell!"

"Speaking of which," Di smiled. "Hearing your story, and remembering this morning has had me horny all day, even more so now."

"I know what you mean," I admitted to her. I could feel the press of my hard dick against my Levi's and it was becoming more than a bit uncomfortable.

"You know something?" Di questioned.

"No...what?"

"In all these years, you and I have never watched one another."

Once again I smiled. "Well, not sure that's true exactly. Once I did hide under your bed, and then used a hand-held mirror to watch you when you snuck one of mom's toys into your room when you were younger."

"You did?" Di squealed with feigned embarrassment. "And then what did you do?"

"What do you think I did?" I told her. "I waited until you'd fallen asleep, then I left you a little present."

I saw the look on her face as she looked back in time trying to remember. Then she suddenly burst out laughing. "You know...I always wondered what the hell it was that got stuck in my hair. Never could figure it out," she added with sudden knowledge.

"You ever catch me at it?" I asked her curiously.

"Are you kidding? More times than I can actually count really. Like the time we'd just finished watching American Pie, remember? Then suddenly you volunteered to go to the store for mother. I remember looking over the grocery receipt, wondering later where the pie was that was listed there. Then realized suddenly why it wasn't in the fridge. When you went up to your room early that evening, pretending to be tired, I climbed up onto the roof the way we did when we were kids, snuck over to the window, and watched you fuck the hell out of that warm apple pie. Funniest thing I've ever seen in my entire life!" For the first time ever I was actually embarrassed.

"And one of the damned hottest too!" she added.

"So we've seen one another," I said smiling.

"Seen yes...really watched, no."

I looked at Di with a serious expression on my face. "I'd really enjoy watching you," I told her.

"I'd enjoy watching you too," she replied, and then stood before I could respond further, removing the blouse she was wearing. I'd certainly seen Di running about the house in her bra before. There was nothing new about that, but there's something to be said about seeing it in that context, and this one, as she reached back around behind herself, releasing the catch. "Well?"

I stood, undoing my own shirt, then unzipping my pants just as her bra fell away, revealing those magnificent breasts of hers. "I wouldn't mind seeing those dark colored nipples of Carlotta's", she stated as hers appeared, far more pinkish in color, with areolas less than half the size. But Di's extended nipples were every bit as hard and long, and I wanted to suck on each of them desperately.

"I'm sure that all you'll have to do is ask," I informed her. "I'm reasonably sure she wouldn't mind. And I'm sure that Carlos will be more than happy to show you his dick as well," I added just as Di reached over, releasing my prick from within the confines of my underwear.

"Maybe later. Right now...I'm only interested in seeing your dick," she grinned wickedly.

"Thought you wanted to watch," I asked as she stood there stroking my rigid prick.

"Both," she replied. "I wanna watch, and do!"

Moments later we were sitting across from one another on the bed, Di busily stroking herself with abandon, obviously enjoying the pleasure in my watching her doing so, as well as the pleasure I saw in her face in watching me as I not only showed her, but told her how it was that I enjoyed touching myself.

"You like the way that feels?" she asked curiously as I first twisted the head of my prick, letting go, and then roughly grab it again, twisting it the opposite way.

"Depends."

"Depends?"

"Yeah, depends on what mood I'm in. Or how horny I am. "Sometimes I like to play with it rough, like this..."

Di watched as I slapped it, hard. By the look on her face it surprised her. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"A little, but if I'm really horny, like I am now, it feels really good too. Don't you like it rough sometimes?"

By way of answer, I watched as Di suddenly slapped the lips of her cunt with her hand, harder even the second time, harder still the third. "You mean...like that?"

I answered with a couple of more hard slaps, then tight-fisted twists of my hand as she watched me stroking my prick with pure lustful interest.

"May I?"

I released my dick, felt my sister's hand surround it and gingerly begin to explore. "Yeah...sometimes really soft and slow is nice too," I told her, enjoying the incredible difference in sensation. Without asking, I reached over, allowed my finger to lightly caress her outer lips, locating easily her hard extended clit, feeling her jump involuntarily when I touched it.

"Hmmm, that feels nice," she cooed audibly.

"Yes, yes it does!" I agreed.

We continued to sit there playing with one another. I enjoyed the sensation of probing her inside, feeling the wet slickness of her juices as they coated my finger, then applying that same sweet slipperiness to her clit, feeling her bounce and jump involuntarily once again as I did. Likewise, enjoying the pleasure of her squeeze as she coaxed repeated amounts of liquid precum from the head of my dick, smearing the glands, then the shaft, then caressing my balls before returning for more.

Orgasm was approaching for both of us, but I didn't want this to end, the pleasure of just playing with one another in this way was even more pleasurable than what I knew the inevitable orgasm would be. Well, in a different way at least.

"Fuck, I wanna cum, but I don't want to either!" Di told me. I knew what she meant too.

Neither of us had heard the door open, nor did either of us know just how long Maggie had stood there watching us. But at some point I glanced up, there Maggie stood, her skirt down around her ankles, her fingers furiously fucking her cunt as she stood there watching us. "For gods sakes don't stop! I'm almost there!" she warned us. Just hearing her say that triggered my own orgasm, and in the next instant I was ejaculating cream everywhere, much to Di's delight and excitement as she now jack-hammered my prick, forcing out the remaining ribbon's of flying cream much to her delight, and climax as my fingers now triggered her own pleasured sweetness as the pearly liquid flowed between her legs, filling the palm of my hand.

"Oh fuck!" Maggie cried out moments later. And then Di and I both watched in awe as Maggie's pussy suddenly spewed forth a streamer of fluid that was every bit as copious as my own.

"Damn, wish I could do that!" Di stated a moment later when she was able to find her voice again. I was still gazing in amazement at the obvious wet puddles coating the tiled floor.

"You can!" Maggie assured her. "Every woman can actually. It just takes a little practice, patience, and a whole lot of excitement," she informed her.

"I love practicing," Di giggled.

"Yeah...me too," I added "Every single day in fact."

"Good, then perhaps after dinner, we can all practice together if you'd like," Maggie grinned hugging us both. "And I'm willing to bet, even if Pete had a bad day golfing, that if the three of us surprise him a little later, he'll forget all about it."​