Incest/Taboo Trip with Brother

Julie Russell was glad that the holiday season was over. As much as she loved Joe and Hannah, her children, they were now back in college and Julie was glad to get a little alone time. Besides, both of them usually put in at least one appearance a week. She thought fondly on the recent visit of her husband's black friend, Gary, with whom she had wild, uninhibited sex at every opportunity. She loved her husband, Don, but she had long ago ceased having guilt pangs when she had sex with his younger, incredibly well-hung friend. She sighed as she thought about how satisfying it was to have sex with Gary. As good as sex was with her husband, there was that extra thrill of having sex with Gary. Still, Don was also well-endowed and Julie loved that. That was another thing about the kids being out of the house -- she and Don could have all the sex they wanted, at any time they wanted, anywhere they wanted.

Julie was 43 years old, stood 5-6, with golden blonde hair and shining blue eyes. She had always taken care of her body and was proud that her 32-C breasts still had very little sag, her waist was still small, and her legs and ass were well toned. She loved sex and she knew that one thing that enhanced the sexual experience was appearance. She took pains to keep her body in shape. She kept her blonde hair cut short to enhance what she knew was a very pretty face. She spent money on sexy lingerie to keep Don interested, although he never failed to be ready for sex.

As Julie finished the dishes, she mentally planned out her day. She wanted to get the house clean, then she needed to go grocery shopping and get her hair trimmed. She had plans to cook a nice supper. Though they really were not drinkers, she decided that she would buy a nice bottle of wine to serve. Maybe she would even light some candles. Then they would have sex. Just thinking about her husband's big dick and what he could do with it was making her horny.

As she was dusting in the living room she picked up the security camera that her son, Joe, had set up. She made a mental note to say something to him about it, since it was really never used. She didn't know if it was even turned on. Besides, the way it was angled really didn't even get the outside door at all. Instead, it was oriented toward the living room. Then she noticed the green light on base of the camera. It must be on, then. She wracked her brain to remember how the camera was monitored. Computer? Phone? Both? Hmmm.

As she continued to dust, then vacuum the living room, her mind went back to when Don's friend, Gary, had spent a few days around Thanksgiving. He slept on the sofa bed, and, she recalled with a sigh, they had made love -- strike that -- they had fucked like wild animals one afternoon. She sat down, recalling how she had mouthed Gary's gargantuan black cock, then how they had fucked. He had even given her anal sex, something that she really loved, but which her husband rarely wanted. She glanced up at the camera, noticing the green light and the camera pointed directly at her. Hmmm. What if...? Theoretically, could she be monitored at this moment? Didn't Joe say that the camera recorded so that, in case of a break-in, they could go back and look at the footage? Suddenly she was gripped with panic. This camera was installed way before Thanksgiving! Was it possible that what she and Gary did had been recorded? Where would that be stored? On what device? A cloud? A phone? A computer? Was it possible that her son, Joe, might come across that recording?

She raced up the stairs into Joe's room and pressed the button to boot up his desktop computer. Julie had limited technical savvy, but knew enough to search a computer. When it booted up, she started scanning the desktop for icons that might have to do with a camera or home security. Having failed there, she started looking through various file libraries. Then she saw it -- HOME MONITORING -- an innocuous looking folder. She opened it and visually scanned the lists of folders. They were obviously automatically generated. Each folder was a different date. She clicked on a random date and clicked on the file. A message popped up, telling her that the file was out of date. What could that mean? Were they automatically deleted after a certain time? She clicked on one from the previous day. A message popped up -- SEARCHING CLOUD FOR FILE -- and then a video started playing, showing the living room. She noticed the time stamp at the bottom of the screen -- 12:01 AM. She fast-forwarded to 8:30 and saw that the television was on. Then she saw herself walk through the room. Thank goodness she was dressed. But what about the hundreds of times that she walked through the living room in just her nightie? What about the day during Thanksgiving holiday that she fucked Gary in that very room?

She quickly found the date that she knew would have been the precise day that she and Gary had had sex. After opening the folder, she clicked on the file and was given the same out-of-date message. She exhaled. "Thank Goodness!" she gasped. After clicking on a few more files at random, she satisfied herself that the files automatically deleted after a couple of days. She closed the folder and was about to shut the computer down when she noticed a folder labeled CAMSAVED. Again a jolt of panic coursed through her. With shaking hands she clicked the folder. To her consternation, the message ENTER PASSWORD FOR ACCESS appeared. WHAT? Password protected? What could be the password? She had no idea.

She sat staring blankly at the screen. Surely her son had not seen her with Gary. Just because he had a folder with a password really didn't mean anything. Maybe they were porn videos? No, they wouldn't say CAMSAVED. Perhaps they were pictures from his camera on his cellphone. She exhaled again. Surely that was it. She was getting herself in a stew over nothing. He probably had made some pictures, or videos, that he didn't want just anyone to see. So what? He was over 20 years old. He was an adult.

She suddenly wondered if he had made "dick pics" or even videos of himself masturbating. Now that was something she would love to see. Her son was unmistakably sexy and she certainly wouldn't mind seeing him naked. Since he had been grown, she had caught glances of him either in his boxers or, a few times, totally naked. He wasn't erect, obviously, so she hadn't been able to compare his penis to that of his father, but it looked very thick and it had aroused her. She had often masturbated, imagining making love with her handsome young son. In the last couple of years he had gotten muscular, from lifting weights, and he was even more desirable.

She wracked her brain to think of what he could have used as a password. She tried several things, but with no success. She opened his desk drawers, looking to see if perhaps he had jotted down passwords on scraps of paper. No luck.

Julie decided she may as well go downstairs and try to get this out of her mind. She was sure that, whatever was in that hidden folder, it couldn't be that bad. Her son was a good boy. He had always made good grades, was polite to everyone, helped out around the house, and was a good athlete. As she made her way downstairs she smiled as she noticed some of the pictures on the wall of Joe when he played basketball and football. Number 11 in basketball; number 23 in football. Joe had thought that was really cool because 1123 formed a Fibonacci sequence. Julie had not known what that was, so Joe explained that you could start with any two one-digit numbers. The next number in the sequence was the sum of those two digits. The next term was the sum of the last two digits and so on. So the next number after 11 would be 2. The sequence would now be 1,1,2. The next number would be the sum of the last 2 digits, 3. Now the sequence would be 1,1,2,3.

She ran back up the stairs and, once again, booted the computer. Frantically searching for the folder, and typed 1123. No luck! Maybe the password was more than 4 digits? She tried 11235; no luck. She then tried 112358. She tried that, doubtfully -- but the folder opened! Now there were other folders, each labeled with the name of a month. There were folders for each month, starting with September and ending with December. November was the one in which she was interested. She clicked that folder and it opened. Several files were listed. She clicked the top one and, to her great surprise, a video opened in which she, Julie, was sitting on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee, but dressed only in a bra and panties. She apparently had been getting ready to go somewhere one morning and had taken a break to drink a cup of coffee. She continued to watch, but there was really nothing to see.

She clicked to open the next file. Once again, it was her -- this time she was in a short nightie and was apparently straightening the room. She clicked on several more files, but they were similar. In each one, she was either in her panties and bra or in a nightie. In one she was wearing very short shorts, but was bending over quite a bit as she vacuumed and straightened the room. Then she clicked one in which she appeared for just a couple of seconds, emerging from the bathroom, totally nude and going across the hall into her bedroom. A couple of minutes later, she came out of the bedroom, dressed now in panties and a bra. The only other file had the date that she knew she and Gary had had sex in the living room. She clicked and there it was -- what she had feared most -- almost an hour of explicit sex between her and Gary. Even more shocking was that every word, every moan, every squeal of delight could be clearly heard.

As Julie watched, she trembled. What must her son think of her? How could anyone be as slutty as she was? Somehow she could not drag herself away. She wildly thought that this was as explicit and sexy as any porn she had ever seen. Maybe she wasn't as young as those porn actresses, but her body looked great and her face was pretty. And never had she seen anyone in any porn flick that compared with Gary. Gary's cock was just a wonder of nature. It was truly a horse cock -- and it was black, something that had always aroused her. She felt herself beginning to get wet, in spite of everything. She could think about the repercussions later.

Right now she wanted to watch this black stud in action with this pretty middle-aged, white housewife. She stood and unfastened her jeans. She pulled them, along with her panties, down, sat back down and began to play with herself as she watched Gary sucking her breasts. Oh, he was so good at that! Then she sat on his face and Gary ate her out! Julie imagined Joe watching his frumpy mom sitting on the handsome black man's face. Oh my. And the things she was saying! The things he was calling her! What must Joe think of this? Was he disgusted? Obviously not! He had saved it! She had noticed Joe looking at her a lot of times - and she knew that he thought his mom was pretty. Not only that, but he had saved all these videos that showed her in her underwear! There was only one reason for this -- he liked it! Her son was using these videos as fodder to masturbate! How fucking HOT was that??

Shit! On the video, she and Gary were talking about how she had been fucking him since he was a freshman in college! Her son must think she is a slut! Then she was sucking on that horse cock. And using the "n-word" constantly! Surely Joe knew that she would never, ever call a black person that! What a horrible, horrible word it was! How disgusting -- yet Gary wanted her to use it, saying that it made the sexual experience even hotter. And she had to agree; it did!

Whoa, Julie admitted to herself. I'm really good at that, and I look good doing it! What must Joe think? Then Gary was eating her out again and she was screaming like a banshee! What must her son think of this?? Then he was fucking her from behind like a stud horse! And Joe has seen this! Then Gary had his thick finger up her butt and she was cumming in a most vociferous way. She stroked her clit as she imagined Joe watching his mother receiving such a delicious, animalistic fucking. She came as she pictured, in her mind, her son stroking his cock as he watched his slut-mother fucking this gorgeous black man.

As she came down from her orgasm, the video continued to play. Now Gary was licking her asshole, preparing to give her what she really wanted -- that big black cock up her ass! A surge of guilt pangs coursed through her, but she couldn't manage to turn the video off. She just had to watch this. As guilty as she felt, she began to play with herself again as she watched Gary thrust his massive member inside her tiny asshole. What must Joe think?? Then Gary had her lay on her back and gave it to her up her ass in that position! Oh it had been delightful!! When he withdrew and blasted a massive load onto her face and breasts, Julie had yet another orgasm, once again imagining her son watching her.

Hannah and Joe, of course, were still living together. They had an apartment with 2 bedrooms, to keep up appearances. Shortly after they moved in, Joe had set up cameras in both bedrooms in anticipation of them watching each other have sex. So far, that had not happened, except sex with each other, which happened 3 or 4 times a week. Sometimes they watched videos of themselves for foreplay. Other times they watched Hannah with her father, which both of them loved immensely. The thing, however, that excited Joe more than anything else was watching his mother. He had several clips of his mom in her underwear, but the one video of her with Gary was his favorite. He was sure that he had watched at least parts of it over 20 times. He often watched it when he was alone. For whatever reason, despite his mother being 43 years old, he thought she was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen. She looked like a slightly taller, better-endowed Reese Witherspoon. Absolutely just as pretty and young looking!

One day he was watching the video while Hannah was in class. He heard her come in, but didn't turn the video off when he got up to greet his little sister. She put her books down on the table and hugged him, then they siblings kissed.

"You miss me, big brother?" she laughed.

"Well it's been hours, you know," he replied.

"Who is moaning in your bedroom?" Hannah smiled. "Are you watching Mom and Gary again?"

"Well, it's hot. Don't you think?"

"You know I think it is. I'm not sure I could handle that thing though," she grinned.

"Well, you handle Dad pretty well, nearly every week. I never miss an episode!" Joe said, referring to the fact that Hannah had fucked her father nearly every week recently and Joe watched it on camera. He had set up a camera in her room at home for just such a situation. Hannah, of course, knew he was watching and often blew him a kiss and played to the camera. She loved being watched, especially by her brother, whom she loved with all her heart.

"You'd love to do Mom, I know," Hannah teased.

"Well, that will never happen. Assuming she has never been with anyone but Dad and Gary, she would laugh at my little weinie!"

"Well it's not little. In fact, it's gotten bigger since we first started. I bet it's at least an inch longer and I know it's way thicker. Do you think having sex makes it get bigger?"

Joe laughed. "Well, you know how to boost my confidence, but I'm quite sure that having sex doesn't make your dick grow. I do think it's a little bigger, though. Nowhere near as big as Dad's, right?"

"It's perfect, Joe. It's way bigger than average, but I wouldn't care if it was small because I love you. You are my lover! You're always going to be my lover. You know I do this stuff with Dad because you like to watch, right?" She grinned up at him and he thought, for the millionth time, how perfectly beautiful his blonde haired, green-eyed sister was.

"That may be a secondary reason, but you do it because you're perverted, like me -- you're turned on by incest and you love me watching you. And he has a big dick that you can't resist. You're Daddy's little girl."

"Well, all of that's true, but I can't resist you, either. Is it because you're my brother or am I just in love with you? I think both, but sex with you is the best. If I have to choose, I choose you every time." She laughed. "You need to turn that video down. Someone is going to hear Mom asking for a good ass-fucking!"

Joe took her hand and led her into his room. She sat on the bed and he sat in the computer chair, intending to turn the video off.

"Don't turn it off. Just turn it down a little," Hannah said. "I love watching this part."

On the screen, their mother was on her back with her legs spread. Gary was kneeling between her legs, fitting his gigantic cock into her ass. She was begging him for it. The intensity with which their mother expressed herself during anal sex with the handsome black man always turned both siblings on.

"I'll be back in a few minutes. I don't care if you shower or not, but I'm going to, and then you're going to give me what I need," Hannah said as she got up and started walking out of his room.

"Oh, Hannah, not sex again," he whined. "We just did it last night! I'll try though," he smiled.

10 minutes later, both fresh from a shower, they lay in bed together, naked and kissing. Hannah gripped his raging hardness with her small hand.

"Don't tell me this thing hasn't grown. It's HUGE," she moaned as she kissed his neck and ears. "I will NEVER get enough of it!"

She slipped to her knees between his legs and began to lick around the head of his cock, taking time to tenderly lick his frenulum, knowing how he loved that. "Remember when we were on the trip and I deep-throated this thing?" she smiled.

"You were drunk and I dared you. You never could resist a dare," he moaned, as she took the head in her mouth. He couldn't imagine anyone doing this any better than her. Not only did she love doing it, but she was so attuned to what he loved and was determined to always maximize his pleasure.

"Well, the drinking part probably had something to do with it, but I don't think I can do it, anymore," she said as she lifted his balls and tenderly licked them.

"Try, Baby," he grunted.

"What I'm saying is that I think you've grown an inch and gotten bigger around. I can tell. You feel almost as big as Dad when you're inside me," she whispered as she continued to lick his nuts and up and down his shaft. "Do you have any idea how much I love this thing?"

Joe smiled. "You love me for my dick. Right now I don't care, because what you're doing is driving me crazy. You're going to make me cum if you don't stop that."

Hannah momentarily stopped licking his cock and balls. She traced her fingers down his legs and then up his stomach and muscular chest. "I know you don't believe that, Joe. You know I am in love with you. This thing..." she said as she stroked his cock once, "This thing is just a fringe benefit."

She crawled forward and, angling his cock perpendicular to his body, took him into her mouth. Her saliva leaked out of her mouth and down his shaft. She leaned forward and engulfed over half of his long, thick cock into her mouth. She knew that he might cum when she did this, but she didn't care. She had learned how to take his cum into her mouth and swallow it all without losing any of it -- unless he had a big load saved up, which was very rare.

"Oh, Hannah, Baby... Fuck, I know I never make you feel this good!" he groaned.

Hannah was now drunk with cum-lust. Once the thought of drinking her brother's sperm entered her mind, she was crazed with a need to ingest his life-giving seed. She loved swallowing her father's cum, too, but that was mostly for his benefit. She was convinced that she loved swallowing Joe's offering as much as he loved emptying himself into her mouth. She forced her mouth down farther, intent on taking his entire swollen shaft into her throat. She was so aroused that her natural gag-reflex wouldn't be much problem. She could feel the thick head of his cock begin to enter her throat, cutting off her breath. This lack of oxygen gave her a euphoric feeling as she continued to force more of his steel-hard shaft into her throat. She had her index finger and thumb wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it straight out from his body. She gave a last effort to take the rest of his cock into her mouth and throat but then realized that she just couldn't do it. She suddenly felt that she might pass out or throw up, so she quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth as she gasped for air.

Sucking air deep into her lungs, she gasped, "Big Brother, I just can't do it. You've got too much cock! You've got a horse cock like Daddy and Gary!"

"Fuck, Hannah, I don't care. You have no idea how good that is," he groaned.

Hannah crawled up over him and straddled him. Seeing her intention, Joe reached for her bottom and pulled her dripping wet pussy to his mouth. He tenderly licked her bald labia, then tentatively flicked her clit with his tongue, before pulling her to him and inserting his tongue as far into her warm, musky cunt as he could.

"Oh Baby, you know how I love that!" she growled. "Oh, Joe, how is it so good? How could it ever be this good with anyone else?" She grabbed his head and ground her pussy into his face as he pulled her to him and made love to her pussy with his mouth.

After a couple of minutes, Joe flipped her over on her back and continued to lick and suck at her delicious young cunt. She opened her legs wide and pulled her knees back so that they touched her tingling breasts, displaying her entire nether region to her brother's lascivious view.

Joe continued to suck her clit and lick her steaming pussy. Then he placed a finger inside her, withdrew it, and began to probe her ass. He knew that his sister loved a little ass-play now and then. He didn't always have the urge for it, but when he did, it was almost overwhelming.

"Mmmm, oh you naughty brother," she gasped. "Putting your finger in your little sister's asshole!"

Joe took his finger out of her ass, spread her legs even wider, and began to stick his tongue in her ass.

"Oh, FUCK, yessss. Oh Joe, that feels so good!" she moaned.

Joe repositioned himself so that he had better access to his lovely young sister's ass and began to probe her asshole as deeply as possible with his tongue. She moaned again and seemed to thrust herself toward his mouth. "Come to me, Joe," she gasped as she grasped his hand and pulled him up toward her face. She kissed him deeply, seemingly starved for his kisses.

She broke the kiss and looked into his face. "It's time," she stated. "I want to try it..."

Joe smiled, understanding what she meant. "You really want that?" he asked.

Hannah nodded. "I bought some lube a while back just in case we ever decided to do it."

Joe laughed. "You did? Where?"

"Joe, every drug store and department store sells it. We're not the only people who fuck, you know!" she giggled, as she got up and went to her room.

She returned a moment later, tossing a tube of lubricant to her brother. He studied the tube for a moment, then pretended to read the label. "Keep out of reach of children. Directions: grease penis thoroughly. Insert penis in orifice of choice. Re-apply as necessary."

Hannah laughed and kissed her brother's lips, then turned her back and got on all fours, her ass pointed toward his face. Joe opened the tube and, taking a large gob of the lubricant on his fingers, began to smear it on her asshole. After a moment, he pushed his index finger deep inside her.

"Oh yeah," she gasped. "That feels good. It really does."

"Won't this hurt?" Joe asked as he continued to poke and prod at his sister's delectable bottom.

"Yes, I'm sure it will -- at first. But it feels good to have your finger in there and we've seen how much Mom loves doing it. I still don't see how she took Gary in there. She may be as much a freak of nature as he is!"

Joe squirted another gob of lube into his hand and began to coat his enraged cock with it. He kneeled behind his sister and rubbed his cock between her butt cheeks, then pushed his swollen cock head against her nether ring.

"Go slow, Baby," she gasped. "Are you going to be disappointed if I make you stop?"

"Of course not, Han. You just tell me what to do. We can stop any time. Ok?" he asked as he fitted the tip of his cock into the rosebud of her asshole and pushed. Incredibly, he felt her ass seem to open itself to him as his cockhead, slickened by the lubrication, popped inside her.

"Oh, stop!" she yelled.

"Does it hurt? Want me to take it back out?" he asked.

"I was just startled," she gasped. "I didn't expect it to go in that easy... I don't think it hurts, but just don't move for a minute. Let me get used to it, okay?"

After a moment, she whispered, "I can't believe this. It doesn't hurt at all. Push a little more in, Kind Sir?"

Joe placed a hand on her hip to steady himself as he leaned into her, pushing his thick young cock slowly into his sister's clasping asshole.

"Fuck, you're big, Brother!" she groaned, causing him to pause his slow push into her asshole. "Don't stop, though," she grunted. "I'll tell you if you need to stop, believe me!"

Joe grasped both of her hip bones and, while slowly pushing, pulled her back toward him. He was entering her very slowly, but was amazed that this tiny girl's little butthole was accommodating his thick young cock as if it was designed to do just that.

"Am I hurting you, Hannah?" he whispered. "I'm almost all the way in. Do you want all of your big brother's cock, Little Sister?"

Hannah's eyes were closed and it was evident that she was uncomfortable. She whispered, "I want it all, Joe. Don't stop. Get it all in there."

Joe pulled her gently and gave one last push then rotated his hips slightly. "Baby Sister, that's all I've got. If you need more than this, you'll have to ask Dad," he whispered as he leaned forward and kissed her back.

"No thanks," she groaned. "Nobody else is getting this but you. Ever. And this may be the only time!"

"Want me to take it out? We don't have to do this, Han..." he said as he withdrew slightly.

"No! Don't you dare! Put it back. Let me get used to it," she groaned.

Despite his sister's request, he didn't want to ever cause her any pain, so he withdrew completely.

"What are you doing?" she whined as she looked back over her shoulder.

"Gonna grease it up again," he replied. "It's bound to feel better if it's a little slicker," he said as he applied more lubricant and smeared it up and down his rock-hard shaft.

"I already miss it," she whined and giggled.

Joe got off the bed and stood on the floor. "Turn around this way, Han," he suggested, as he guided her around so that her sweet ass was presented to him. He took his cock in hand and placed the head on her slightly gaping rosebud and pushed. To his delight, several inches slid into her quite easily.

"Oh that's good, Joe. That was a good idea. That's much better," she said as she moved her ass in a circular motion and pushed back toward him. "Give me all of it, kind sir!"

Joe fed his pulsing rod of man-meat slowly into his sister's eagerly receptive bunghole until she was completely impaled. He stopped and grunted with pleasure. "This feels amazing, Little Sister. You're so tight!"

"I think I'm going to cum, Joe," she whispered. "It feels so different, though. I don't know for sure..."

Joe placed a hand on one of her perfectly rounded butt-cheeks as he saw his sister's mouth open in a silent scream and her entire body began to tremble as if she were having a seizure.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm CUMMMMMMINGGGGG!" she moaned as she pushed herself back toward her brother, as if to receive even more of his cock. "Oh I love you, Babeeeee!"

Joe almost laughed at how quickly his sister had reached an orgasm. All kinds of things began to run through his mind. Would she want this often? Would she want to do it with their father? Could she take a vibrator in one orifice while he fucked the other? Would she ever want double penetration from two guys? He didn't think he wanted to do that, but he almost came thinking about watching his little sister doing it.

"Oh goodness," she gasped. "That was so good!! I want more! Fuck me, Big Brother. Give your little sister a good ass-reaming!" she giggled.

Joe used her hips for balance as he drew back until only the head of his thick cock was left inside his sister, then pushed deep inside her. It was heaven! It reminded him of the first few times he fucked her pussy, which was the first sex either of them had ever had. He realized that he had been so intent on not hurting her that he had not been thinking about his own impending orgasm. Now, as he began to fuck in and out of her tight, clasping asshole, he began to moderate his pace so that he wouldn't cum too soon.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Hannah was chanting. "Oh FUCK, Joe... why have we not done this before?" she gasped. "Go ahead and cum if you need to, but if you keep doing this I'm going to cum again!"

Joe had never denied his little sister an orgasm. They had had enough sex that he knew he could control his climax, at least long enough for her to get what she needed. "Cum, Little Sister. How do you like your big brother's cock in your asshole?"

"I fucking LOVE it!" she yelled. "No wonder Mom loves this so much! Fuck! Oh, I'm cumming... I AM CUMMMMINGGGGG!!" she screamed as her body shook like an earthquake.

Joe was stroking her hard and deep. He was pulling out almost all the way, and slamming back into his little sister's slickened asshole. When Hannah screamed her pleasure, he felt his nuts cramp and felt the delicious tickle between them as his load of man-seed began its journey down his long, thick shaft and began to pump wad after wad into Hannah's bowels. The tightness of her nether chute only enhanced the pleasure that he felt.

"Oh give me that load, Baby!" she whined. "Fill your little sister's ass with your cream! I love it, I love it, I love it, I FUCKING LOVE IT!!" she moaned.

Having spent his load, Joe allowed his cock to slip from her asshole. When he did so, Hannah collapsed onto the bed and rolled over on her back. Even though he was completely sated, Joe still gazed hungrily at his little sister's nakedness. Her perfect breasts, her flat stomach, her well-toned legs, her trimmed pussy, gleaming with moisture -- and that face -- fuck, nobody in the world was as pretty as Hannah. Nobody -- but his mother was a close second!

Hannah smiled up at him. "I love it when you look at me like that," she said. "Know what I didn't like about it?"

"What? Was it not good?"

"Oh it was good! Whew! But we can't kiss. You know how I love to kiss you when you fuck me. Come here and kiss me, Big Brother!" she giggled.

Joe lay on his side and the siblings embraced each other. They hungrily kissed each other, sucking each other's tongues, moaning and caressing each other.

"Can you cum again?" she whispered, after a few moments, as she broke their kiss and began to kiss and tongue-fuck his ear.

"You don't want to do anything after it's been..." Joe began.

"Can you stroke it off? I like to see it," she asked as she kissed his neck and then bit his ear lightly.

Joe knew, without a doubt, that he could. He could almost always cum at least twice. "Does my baby sister want to watch her big brother jerk off?" he teased.

Hannah rolled over on her back. "Straddle me and cum in my face," she ordered.

Joe got up on his knees and threw a knee over Hannah's chest, so that he was straddled her upper chest. He reached for the lubricant and squirted yet another dollop on his almost fully-recovered cock. As he began to stroke, it became rock-hard in no time.

Hannah had propped herself up on some pillows. Joe was on his knees, stroking his massive member, the head of his cock only inches from her face. Hannah spat in her hand and began to massage his nuts as he continued to stroke.

"Cum in your little sister's face, big brother! I am dying to taste it. I hope it's a big load. You know how I love it, don't you?"

Joe did, indeed, know how Hannah loved cum. He didn't quite understand it, but it was a huge turn-on for him. He loved watching her worship a cock, either his or their father's with her eyes and mouth. "You're a cum-slut, Hannah," he gasped, as he continued to stroke his young cock and his sister continued to stroke his nuts.

"Yes, I am," she smiled. "What can I say? I love it. I love your cum, Baby! Take your time. I love watching you stroke it. I love talking about it, too," she said as she looked lovingly into his face. "I love you, Joe."

"You're the sexiest girl in the world, Hannah," he grunted. "Who are you going to fuck next -- and let me watch?"

"Hmmmm... well, who do you want to watch me with? And when am I going to get to watch you?"

"Well, I want to watch you with Gary, or some other black guy, but that may not be in the cards..."

"I'd do it for you, Baby. I don't really care about fucking him, but I would do it for you..." she giggled. "But I really would love to sample some black cock! You know they're my favorite porn videos!"

"Bull. You're dying to fuck him. Don't lie to me! He's bigger than any those big black cocks that I've seen online," Joe teased. He knew that he could cum any time now, but he wanted to make it last a while longer.

"You want to see me fuck a black guy, Joe?" she smiled, with a gleam in her eye. "I would do it for you," she laughed. "And me!"

"That's really hot, Han. You want to don't you? You want a big black cock? You want to worship BBC?"

Hannah smiled. "Cum in my face, Big Brother!"

"Who do you want to watch me with, Baby?" Joe grunted, on the verge of cumming.

"You know who," she grinned. "Mom, of course."

Joe gasped as his first great spurt of cum gushed out, landing on his sister's nose. She opened her mouth and leaned forward so that her mouth was within a couple of inches or his throbbing cock. Another gob shot directly into her mouth. She fought the urge to take him into her mouth, loving the feeling of his penis depositing its massive load directly in her mouth. Instead, she kept her mouth wide open as her brother continued to stroke himself. He continued to stroke until nothing was coming out, then rolled over onto the bed with a deep sigh.

Julie found it impossible to keep her mind off the fact that her son, Joe, now knew that she had had sex with Gary. Not only that, but he had a treasure trove of videos of her on his computer. She found herself daydreaming about him watching these videos as he stroked himself off. As depraved as this was, she couldn't help but be aroused at the thought. She only hoped that he would never show anyone else these videos. She even contemplated doing something to his computer to destroy them, but she knew that most everything was now backed up in some way.

She wondered what she should do. What were her choices? She could just pretend that she didn't know, of course. Or -- she could confront him. He would, no doubt, be furious that she had searched his computer. So be it. She imagined that he probably had a copy of the folder on his laptop at college. She had been planning on going to Joe's and Hannah's apartment. She had been once, when they first moved in. There was nothing on the walls in the living area and the place could use a good cleaning. Hannah always helped clean the house, but now that she was busy at college, Julie imagined that she might need a little help. If she happened to be there when they weren't home, she would check Joe's laptop, just out of curiosity.

That night she called Hannah and told her that she wanted to come and clean the apartment and perhaps help them with the décor. Hannah argued that the apartment was already clean, but if she wanted to throw some pictures on the wall, it was okay with her.

When she got off the phone with her mother, Hannah turned to her brother with a gleam in her eyes. "Well tomorrow is your chance, Big Brother."

Joe looked up from his studies. "What do you mean?"

"You know how Mom is. She wants to decorate the living room. After all, there's not a thing on the walls."

"So what? Who cares?" he scoffed. "What does that have to do with a chance?"

"Well, she's coming shortly after noon. You get out of class at 1:00. I don't get out until 4:00. You can have her to yourself to make a pass... and the camera will get it all, as long as you're in your room!"

"You're nuts. I wouldn't make a pass at Mom. I wouldn't know how to go about it. I don't want to ruin my relationship with her."

"You could blackmail her. Show her the video of her and Gary. Tell her you won't tell if she'll give you some of the same action," Hannah teased.

"Right. I wouldn't do that in a million years. You know that. If anything ever happens, it will just happen. There's no way to plan for it," he said.

Hannah sighed. "Yes, I know. But I know how you love to watch me with Daddy. I want to watch you with Mom!"

Julie arrived at the apartment shortly after noon. The twins had given her a key several weeks previously, just in case she should ever need it. As soon as she got inside, she went directly to Joe's room and opened his laptop. She was relieved to see that he hadn't taken it to class. As it booted up, she walked around the apartment, taking stock of what needed to be done. It was reasonably clean. She would dust a little, wash the few unwashed dishes, and put all the dishes in their proper places. Then she would go to Hobby Lobby and get a couple of things to put on the wall. There really wasn't that much to do.

She was gratified when she found a copy of the folder and was able to open it with the same password. Apparently everything was exactly the same. She opened the file of her and Gary. She never tired of watching it, despite the fact that her son had acquired it in such a clandestine manner.

She watched it for a few moments but was becoming so aroused that she decided to close it. She opened up a few of the other files, all of which featured her. She tried to imagine Joe watching these. In one she was fully clothed, but bending over a great deal, as she cleaned the room. In some others she was in a nightie or a bra and panties. And, of course, there was that one where she was naked walking from the bathroom to her room. She imagined that Joe got quite a thrill watching these -- but they all paled in comparison with the one in which she had sex with Gary. In it, she not only was naked, but was fucking and sucking and moaning and screaming with orgasmic rapture. She wondered how many times Joe had stroked himself off watching these videos. She imagined that he probably peeked on her when she didn't know it and had been doing so for quite a while.

"So, you found them," came a voice from the doorway.

Julie jumped and nearly fell out of the desk chair. "Shit! You scared me!... I was just..."

"You found my secret folder, Mom. How did you get it open? It was password protected..."

"Joe, Honey... I'm sorry..."

"Did you find the one at home, too?" he asked as he walked behind her and reached for the mouse. He clicked on one of the videos, the one showing his mother walking naked from the bathroom to her bedroom. "This one was my favorite for a long time."

"Joe... can we talk about..."

"We're talking about THIS, Mom. You have been snooping on my computer. That is most definitely not cool," he said calmly.

"Joe, think about this... You spied on me," she said nervously. "That's worse than innocently going through your computer!"

"Ok. You're right. Did you open them all?"

She stood, then sat on the bed, leaned forward and put her head in her hands. "Yes, Honey. I watched them all. I don't know what to say. I never meant for anyone to ever know..." She began shaking, and Joe realized she was weeping. "Oh Son, I am so ashamed," she sobbed. "Can you ever forgive me?"

Joe sat down next to his mother and put his arm around her. "Don't cry, Mom. Your secret is safe with me. We're both in the wrong here."

She leaned her head over on his shoulder. "I know you saw me with Gary..."

"Yes. That's the hottest thing I ever saw in my life," he smiled, leaning forward so he could look in her eyes.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes with her fingers. "What? It didn't disgust you? Your mother is an adultress!"​