Incest/Taboo Who'd Have Thought?

"My...my Care Bears," she said, giggling. I shook my head. She really was drunk. Kathy hadn't had that set of pajama's for years now. Maybe she was remembering back to earlier days, I was still chuckling when I turned around to face her, ready to ask her again, or suggest something. She'd managed to take her blouse the rest of the way off, along with her bra. She now stood there, topless...her pert young breasts sticking out at me. I think I froze in place for a moment, looking at her, seeing her smiling at me, one hand on her hip as though trying to strike a seductive pose, failing miserably as she nearly toppled over, losing her balance. She composed herself regaining her balance, although barely, wavering, almost toppling again, still trying to look sexy. "So...big brotha...you like watcha see?" She said slurring her words, trying to look sexy, looking ridicules instead, though she made me laugh, made me smile in the process.

"Oh, are YOU so going to hate yourself in the morning!" I told her, walking over now, totally giving up on trying to find her some pajama's to sleep in. If nothing else, I'd at least push her down into bed before she fell down, and then just yank her jeans off. She'd have to be content with sleeping in a pair of panties, and no bra, though she might indeed be grateful for that later in the event she eventually threw up.

That was the idea anyway as I reached her. Instead, she basically threw her arms out, wrapping herself around my neck, pulling me close towards her. The feel of her breasts unexpectedly mashing against my chest, her liquor tasting mouth suddenly coming down on mine, her lips searching, hungry, as she tried kissing me.

"Kathy!" I said pulling away, forcing her away as I did with my hands, which then succeeded in doing what I thought she'd do, as she toppled over, onto the bed. She was laughing however, making it a game...reaching out towards me, one hand doing a "come here" finger invitation, the other now cupping her breast, doing an invitation to that.

"Come on Danny, come here. Come take your sisters birthday cherry Danny. Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like to stick your horny, hard cock inside your own sister's pussy? Take my cherry Danny? Please Danny please? Come fuck me for my birthday? Give me the only birthday present I really want from you?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, even though I knew she was really drunk, and probably wouldn't remember a word of this in the morning. At least I hoped she wouldn't, and I already knew I was going to pretend she hadn't said what I'd just heard her say.

And I also knew, I wasn't about to help her take her jeans off either. Bad enough I was looking at her tits as she offered them to me.

Only now she had reached down to unbutton them herself, hunching her ass up, lifting, trying to work them down her legs, removing her panties in the process as she did that, taking them along with. Now she was basically totally and completely naked, both panties and jeans bunched up somewhere below her knees where she'd given up. I sighed, frustrated, not being able to just leave her laying like that, especially now, especially if she tried to get up later and try and make it into the bathroom like that. She was apt to break her neck. I had no choice, once again walking over, grabbing her cuffs, pulling her pants the rest of the way, off, likewise bringing her underwear with them when I did.

"Hmmm," she moaned pleasurably, her hands now coming down between her legs as she began stroking herself, trying to finger-fuck herself as I folded, or rather tried to fold her jeans tossing them over the back of a nearby chair. Once again, for the briefest of moments, not so much tempted, but the perv in me coming out for a moment, taking in the sight of my sister's pussy. The memory of it even now, still lingering. The contrast oddly enough. Mom shaved, my sister natural, though neatly trimmed perhaps. Though at least she wasn't sporting or prone to having one of those landing strips.

I left her moaning in her bed with her hands between her legs. Not that I didn't trust her...I didn't trust myself.

Sure enough, the next day, she was hung over...getting up once to do god knows what, and then heading back to bed again, not waking up until around dinner time, though even then not eating. Neither mom nor I said a word to her about the night before, and Kathy of course didn't mention it either, drinking about a gallon of orange juice before heading back up to bed again.

The next day however, she did sort of speak to me.

"Where you in my room the other night? Or...was I just dreaming something?" She asked cautiously. "How did I get into bed anyway?"

She wouldn't have believed me if I told her I hadn't helped her up stairs to her room, after all, that was what I was there for. "I helped you," I said simply...letting her put what pieces she could put together for herself, without any help from me.

"So...part of it was real then."

"I guess...depends on which part," I offered.

"How about the part where I woke up naked. Was that with your help?"

I wasn't going to lie to her, after all...what was the point. "Well...sort of with your help, yes, but...I promise I didn't look too long!" I said trying to make a joke out of it, which was something that mom would have done.

That actually didn't seem to bother her much, at least not in a bad way, even smiling a little, though sort of sickly so as she did, reminding me of the failed pose trying to look sexy.

"But...nothing else right?"

I looked at her like I didn't have a clue as to what she was talking about. "Nope, just patted you on the hinny, and sent you to bed," I said in response to that. "You were out like a light a second later."

She seemed relieved upon hearing that, and nothing was ever said about it again. Though it was the last time either one of us really spoke about much of anything after that. A few months later, I was making the worst mistake of my entire life.

Not too unexpectedly, though Kathy was surprised to see me sitting there when she came home, she at least didn't do an "I told you so," either after hearing me retell the story again. If anything, she was sympathetic, and like mom, happy to have me home again. For a while anyway, though it also meant having to share a bathroom again.

"I do hope you at least learned how to pick up after yourself while you were away," she poked. "I'm through picking up your crusties off the bathroom floor," she then added.

"Since when have I left crusties on the floor anyway?" I charged her back, to which mom immediately played referee, just like she'd always done, even though this argument, like all the rest, had been in fun.

"Alright you two...go wash up for dinner, and then help me set the table," she said putting a stop to our rather crude conversation. Kathy sprinted off upstairs, me about to follow when mom's almost whispered voice froze me in my tracks briefly.

"No need for crusty shorts anymore anyway," she winked. And then said, "Now...shoo!"

After dinner, I retold the towel portion of the story, where we once again all laughed, making an even bigger joke out of it, imagining that Christy very possibly had poured lighter-fluid all over the sheets, setting them on fire, as opposed to washing them.

"Let's hope she did that outside," mom quipped joining in, and then the three of us bursting out laughing again.

It was good to be home. Especially now, though I knew there was still a lot to talk about and discuss, which we'd be doing soon as Kathy now scrambled to get dressed and run off to her night time waitressing job.

"Be home late," she said unnecessarily, though she leaned over giving me a kiss on the forehead, something she hadn't done in a very, very long time. "Nice to have you home bro..."she said just before leaving. And the smile on her face told me she meant it too.

Mom and I sat waiting until we'd heard Kathy's car pull fully out of the drive, and then onto the street.

"Well now," mom began. "I guess it's time we had that little chat."

She had poured us both another glass of wine, and then sat down again. "I think we both know that what happened today, will more than likely happen again."

"I certainly hope so," I told her. And then serious, "I don't think I could go back to pretending it never did, or wouldn't again," I said simply. "In fact I know I couldn't. Not after today, not after the way it felt...the way you felt."

"No. And to be honest honey, I couldn't either. But...there is your sister."

"Yeah, I know, I know."

"We'll have to be careful, very...very careful. Whatever we do, we can't act any differently around one another while she's here. Promise me that."

"I promise. But, what when she isn't?"

Mom smiled. "As long as it's safe, and as long as no one ever knows, ever hears about it...then Danny, I'm yours, whenever, and however you want me."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

"You mean like now?"

She laughed. "That what you want? Again? Already?"

I stood up, proving to her that I was. I already had an erection, it was pressing firmly against the front of my pants.

Mom moaned, sitting back in her chair, the lustful look I'd seen earlier coming back into her face.

"Take it out for me Danny, show it to me, let me see it again, let me see you touching yourself."

"You...you want to ah...watch me, ah...see me playing with myself?"

Once again she grinned. "Oh yes, only this time...with you knowing that I am." That one took me by surprise, even though I had already unzipped, unbuttoned, taking it out.

"You've seen me before?" I asked in shocked disbelief. "When?"

Again she laughed. "Two summers ago, that last trip we all took together, remember, we'd gone up to Yellowstone, rented out the cabin and spent the week there?"

"Yeah..." I said slowly, trying to recall. I mean, looking back on it, remembering, there'd been almost an infinite number of times that I had jerked off, but as far as I knew, or could recall anyway, I never once remember her catching me at it, or even too close around me when I had. "Where was I? Where were you?"

She was grinning, recalling it. "It was the third or fourth day since we got there, we'd all been out swimming in the hotel pool, remember?"

Vaguely I did.

"You and I had come back, done for the day, though Kathy wanted to remain there, eyeing a few boys who were still hanging around. I needed to do some laundry, so I gathered up what we had, content to go down to the small little laundry room do a load, read a book and wait for it to finish."

"Yeah?" Now I really was remembering.

"Well, what you didn't know...and never knew, was that I got all the way down there, and had forgotten my wallet, so I came back for it. You were in the bathroom, and the shower was running, but you weren't in it yet. That...and the door was still open a crack so that it wouldn't entirely steam up the room. I stepped over to it, admittedly tempted to see if I could peek in on you, then inform you why I was back, and thus heading out again. Except when I reached the door, peering in for a moment, I saw something else."

I was standing there hard as a rock, stroking myself in front of her now while she sat there watching me, telling me all this.

"And then what?" I asked, my voice taking on a raspy sound to it, pleasuring myself, enjoying it as I did, enjoying the sensation, knowing mom was now watching me...truly watching me stroking my own cock. But that's when she reached down and lifted her tee shirt, baring her breasts for me, and began playing with them, adding to the thrill of this.

"It was pretty naughty to be honest with you, looking back on it now. At first, I couldn't quite figure out what you were really doing. I thought initially, peeing...or starting to, before getting into the shower. You were standing over the bowl, just like you might if you were trying to ensure that you weren't going to pee on the floor. Except for the fact, you had one hand on the wall in front of you, your legs were bent slightly at the knee, your other hand obviously moving, up and down...stroking your cock, aiming it towards the bowl. Your head was tilted back slightly, your eyes were closed. You were jerking off."

I clearly recalled it now, remembering. "And then what?"

"I just stood there watching you, growing horny as hell, though I didn't dare do anything about it just then, and besides, you were already close. I could tell by the way you suddenly slowed down, now looking down, expectantly, watching yourself, watching your sperm suddenly start shooting out of your cock, into the bowl. I imagined it was me you were squirting it on..."

"I was imagining that too!" I told her. Because I had been.

"Well, you don't have to imagine it anymore," she told me. "Now, come over here, and squirt all over mommies tits!"

Watching her play with her boobs, me standing there in front of her, jacking myself off was hot as hell. Especially when she shared with me how she'd later on gone into the bathroom herself, stepping into the shower, and then masturbated herself...while thinking of me doing what I did. She'd even hoped to find some small remnant, some trace of my ejaculation, though unfortunately, there hadn't been one. Moments later, I was gushing all over her, squirting all over her tits in thick copious spurts that saturated both breasts, and then some. "Fucking A!" I announced, no longer worried about using the "F" word in front of her. After all...

And then she lifted one breast up, large enough, pliable enough to do so, and began licking my cream off it, cleaning it up herself. Had I been able to, I'd have come again, adding more to it...it was that fucking hot!

And then she peeled her pants off, and began masturbating for me. "Wanna watch?"

"Are you kidding? Hell yes!"

"It's apt to get pretty messy here in a moment."

"Oh, and like mine wasn't?"

"Good point," she laughed. And then said, looking me straight in the face as she said it. "Where would you like it?"

Who'd have thought?

After we had cleaned up the mess we'd both made, I took her hand as she led me back up the stairs to her room.

"Think you can fuck me?" she asked, then answered her own question, looking back and down at me. I was already starting to get hard again. "Never mind...foolish of me to ask. But...how would you like to do it this time?"

"Any position?"

"Just name it, however, and wherever you want to."

I was joking around, sort of. "Can I...fuck you in the ass?"

She nearly stumbled on the stairs hearing that one, stopped turning towards me. "Even...Jack," she paused saying his name instead of anything else, "Never did that to me," she stated. "Why don't we stick to the basics here at first, give me a while to think about that one," she now added, telling me as she did...the thought of it wasn't entirely out of the question, not just yet anyway.

"I was only teasing," I answered back.

"Ah huh...and what else wouldn't your idiotic wife do for you?"

"Well...for one, she never did give me a decent blowjob either!"

That one stopped her at the top of the stairs. "Never? I mean...you've never come in a woman's mouth?"

"Nope!"

"Forget fucking for the moment...we've still got plenty of time for that before Kathy gets home. Right now, momma needs to show her boy what the hell he's been missing!"

I really had NO clue! And now I had a much better understanding of the term, "making your toes curl," mine had...and without purposely making them do it. The fact that mom had done things to my prick that I'd never felt before was just the icing on the cake. The way she pleasured me with her tongue and lips was beyond anything I'd ever felt before. Whatever it was that Christy thought she was doing, was kindergarten material. Mom had a Masters Degree when it came to sucking cock. And though I don't consider myself as having a really big dick, though she said it was, she somehow managed to pretty much swallow the length of it, sucking me that way too. I honestly thought I had died and gone to heaven. When my orgasm began, it started in my toes...curling them, and they remained that way as the orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. Not only did I see stars, I'm pretty sure I heard trumpets blowing somewhere off in the distance. I had never felt anything like it. Though I am also pretty sure, mom hadn't been fully prepared for the deluge of cum that poured out of my cock, and down her throat either. Some of which she couldn't contain, dripping out of her mouth and down onto her breasts. I thought she looked sexy as hell sitting there like that afterwards.

"Hmmm, maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all," she said several minutes later, her hand still fondling and playing with my dick, though it was spent, about as limp as it could possibly be as she waggled it back and forth, lifeless...dead. She had literally sucked the life out of me. She laughed though, seemingly pleased with herself, and what she'd done to me. And though we still had some time before Kathy got home, I think every bone in my entire body had liquefied. I remained laying in mom's bed, a pool of total and complete euphoria.

Even when she hinted at the fact that she might let me have her ass...even that didn't raise the dead. She had done the one thing I never thought possible, Beauty had slain the Beast. As such, she then simply snuggled up in bed next to me, spooning me from behind as we snuggled and snoozed until the alarm went off, which seemed like only minutes after she'd set it.

"Come on honey...time for you to get up and move into your own room. Kathy could be home anytime now."

It took superhuman effort even then for me to finally roll out of bed. Kissing her again, lingering as we did that, it took the opening of the front door to give me an energy boost as I hurriedly padded down the hall into my own room, and collapsed gratefully into my own bed. I was soon fast asleep.

I didn't know it at the time, but I wouldn't have the opportunity to fuck mom again until three days later.

Monday evening mom announced that she'd been called away to go out of town for two days. And though I wasn't really thrilled with her being away, it also came at the best time for it since she had to. Kathy had the next two evenings off work, so she'd also be home, and as she currently wasn't dating, or seeing anyone...the likelihood of her going out was remote at best.

And I didn't have the best start to my week either. I'd spent a minimal amount of time arguing with a pleading Christy over the phone. No way in hell was I going back to that. Another call with an attorney mom hooked me up with started the ball rolling in that area too. And then of course there was school for me, and my own part time job at the hardware store. As such, I had gotten home tired, emotionally exhausted and spent. I decided to lie down, take a little nap, and then wait for my sister to get home before ordering the pizza we'd agreed on for dinner that evening.

I lay, tossing and turning. Even as tired as I was, sleep eluded me. What didn't, was the thoughts of my mother. Things we'd done, shared, experienced together monopolized my mind. No surprise that I soon found myself laying in my bed with a very needful, urgent erection. I decided to enjoy a bit of stress relief, which if nothing else might finally help to relax me enough to actually fall asleep for a bit, and then stripped down, crawling back up into my bed totally naked. I proceeded to enjoy a rather nice, long leisurely stroke, my mind focused, images of mom and I doing things, some of which we hadn't even done yet, as I wandered off into a whole new world of fantasy.

When the simple knock came, along with the door opening, it took me a moment for the conscious side of me to realize it had. By then of course, it was already too late. I really had to start locking my door, though that would only serve to no doubt raise suspicion anyway. Still...better that perhaps that having Kathy walk into my room, catching me with dick in hand, which is exactly what she'd done.

There was nothing to grab to really cover up with either. I was laying on top of the coverings for one thing, and for another, I was too shocked to move for a moment anyway. Looking over at my sister as she stood there in the doorway, looking back at me. I expected her to turn, probably run screaming into the night, but she didn't. Instead, she came in, closing the door behind her, and then leaned against it.

"Don't stop on my account," she said simply now smiling. The thing was, she had the same look on her face that I'd become accustomed to seeing in moms.

I still held my cock, but more as a means of concealing it as opposed to continue playing with it, though perhaps sitting there like that acted as some sort of encouragement for my sister. To my own disbelief, I now watched her as she slid her hand down the waistband of the lavender colored, velour shorts she was wearing, along with a matching top that hugged her ample chest nicely. Images of her standing there, racing through my head like an express train as I tried in vain to digest what the hell she was doing here.

"Kathy," I somehow managed, shock and surprise clearly registering in my face.

"Keep going, I've always wanted to watch you do that."

"Kathy!" I said again, a bit more firmly this time, trying to somehow push through the lusty fugue she had placed herself in. "I can't...we can't...you can't!" I added, still watching her as she even then didn't stop, didn't desist. Her hand continued to move quite obviously between her legs as she stood there fingering herself.

"Why not? We're not really doing anything," she implied her free hand now lifting the top she was wearing up and over her breasts, revealing them to me, confirming what I already suspected, that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts certainly weren't as big and full as mom's were, still having that youthful appearance and look to them, unlike the more mature, hate to say it..."motherly" look to them that mom's had. But...they were damn cute, perky...twin little hard tipped points just waiting to be sucked, licked, and played with. My cock throbbed, but rather than enticing me, it acted as a reminder as to what she was doing to herself while I lay there watching her.

"I'm your brother!" I said like that made any difference.

"So? I'm your sister...your very horny sister, who's always had a crush on her own big brother. There, I said it...how's that grab you?" She asked suggestively, though making reference to my hard cock. "Though by the looks of it, you already are grabbing it. Come on Danny, stroke it for me, let me see you do it."

There was no fucking way. I finally slid out of bed, standing up, no longer shy or concerned about her seeing me, after all...she'd already seen enough as it was. "You need to leave," I said sternly, seeing the shocked, hurt look on her face after having said that. She burst into tears, turned, and then opened the door, racing down the hallway back to her room where I heard her open it, and then slam it seconds later.

"FUCK!" I actually shouted out. I knew then there was no way I could leave it like this. I had hurt my sister, I was a fucking hypocrite on top of everything else, though I sure as hell wasn't about to tell her that, or why. What I hoped to do, was reason with her, calm her down, tell her I was sorry, and hope to repair this little episode before it got blown way out of proportion. I didn't bother getting dressed, simply pulling up a pair of discarded underwear as my only covering and then headed down the hall to her room. I stood outside her door, and knocked. "Kathy?"

"Go away!" Came her reply.

"Kathy please...we need to talk!"

"Go away!" She said again. "There's...there's nothing to talk about! I'm a pervert, a freak, a sick twisted freak!" She screamed out at me through the door. I winced, hearing the very words I had called myself.

"No you're not Kathy, now please...let me in, I need to..." I wasn't sure what I needed to do, what could I say? I knew exactly how she felt. "Please Kathy," I asked again, though silence followed for a moment longer.

"It's...not locked."

I had expected it to be of course, but that told me upon hearing it, that perhaps she was half hoping I would come to her room. I turned the knob, opened the door stepping inside. She was naked, laying on top of her bed, legs spread, glaring at me.

"You wanna talk? Then you'll have to do it, looking at me like this. Looking at your sick, twisted perverted little sister who's got a thing for her own brother!"

I knew then I was going to hell. I stepped into her room and closed the door behind me.

"You're not sick...or twisted, or perverted Kathy," I told her. "Trust me."

"Yeah? And why should I?"

I was digging a hole here, and I knew it. And I couldn't very well tell her the real reason behind that either, so I stretched the truth just a little, hoping that when I did, I would at least defuse the situation here somewhat. Prepared to make reasonable concessions if I had to, though I was still hoping to walk away from this without doing anything stupid.

"Because I've had the same thoughts myself, that's why. I just never acted on them."

"About me?"

"Yeah Kathy...about you."

At least she had stopped crying, wiping her face, a small smile actually creeping into it instead. "So I'm not...horrible? Evil? Wicked?"

"No more than I am," I responded back. "There's nothing wrong with having the thoughts Kathy, obviously we both have, did...it's just that, well...you know, it would make things really complicated, for...for everyone."

"Not if we don't let it."

"My point exactly." But I knew even as I said that, that's not what she had meant by it. She spread her legs even further, her hand slipping down between them, spreading herself, already beginning to finger-play with her obviously wet juicy split.

"Then please Danny, please. Let me watch you...see you, prove to me, you're just as sick and perverted as I am."

Against my better judgment, and all reasoning, I slid my underwear back down my legs. "Just this Kathy! I mean it, nothing else."

She was grinning from ear to ear. "Ok," she said simply, and then really began working on herself. Admittedly it was fucking hot, standing there watching my sister pleasuring herself. My cock thinking for me now, hard...stiff, throbbing as I began fisting it. "Not there...here," she said scooting over on the bed. "Lay on your side next to me so we can truly watch one another."

Once again I felt I was tempting fate here, but I was committed now, too late to turn back, avoid this. All I could do was hope that once we'd done it...watched each other, that reasoning would return, and that perhaps later, while sharing a pizza perhaps, better minds would prevail and we could then sit down, discuss it rationally, and somehow avoid letting anything escalate. Or so I hoped anyway.

I walked over and crawled into bed next to my sister. I could hear her. Hear the sounds she was making, so wet...so slick, so wonderfully juicy as I now in kind once again began stroking my dick for her while she watched. I felt the bubble of lubrication emerge from the tip of my cock, using it to further slick the head of my very aroused dick with. I smeared it, teasing myself, eyes glued on Kathy as she did the same. I watched her retrieve some of her own feminine cream, watched as she applied that to each one of her hard extended nipples, teasing them both into an even greater firmness, hearing her moan, sigh upon doing that.

"You're so fucking hard!" She exclaimed looking at me, and then slid two fingers inside herself, purposely working her cunt, yes...enticing me as she did, causing herself to make even more lewd, erotic sounds as she finger-fucked her pussy.

"And you're fucking juicy!" I responded in kind, my mind a blur now, all thoughts of reasoning and sanity having flown right out the window. Only once before, not counting her drunken stupor the night of her birthday party, had I seen...caught her masturbating. Something she reminded me of when she spoke.

"I watched you once, sort of..." she began, when you didn't know that I was. But not like this," she added. "Not where I could really see you, really enjoy you while you did." I actually laughed at that, that was twice now. I wondered how many other times I'd actually been found out, apparently I hadn't been as cautious or as careful as I thought I'd been. But I answered hers with one of my own.

"I caught you once doing it too, but yeah...not exactly like this either, but I did watch you once, for a while...saw you when you came."

"No shit? Really? Where? When?" She actually said excitedly rather than being embarrassed, now clearly anxious for me to tell her, which obviously was now heightening her arousal.

But I had a double whammy for her, and at first, wondered if it was a very smart thing to do, to bring up...to once and for all confess to her I had seen her doing something which at the time, had indeed shocked and surprised me. And yet...later, afterwards, also became a periodic masturbation fantasy for me. I hesitated actually telling her, wondering if I could, or should make something else up instead, but then I figured...she'd probably know I was lying.

"Come on, tell me Danny...when did you catch me doing it?"

God I was bad...digging an even deeper hole for myself perhaps, but I told her. "Wasn't just you Kathy...I caught you and our cousin, Janice." Her eyes opened wide. She knew, and she now knew what I knew. Shortly after she had turned eighteen, when our cousin of the same age, a few months older is all, had come for a visit as had mom's sister, my Aunt Beth. They'd come out for Kathy's eighteenth birthday and spent the week with us at our place. Janice and Kathy of course had doubled up in her room. Aunt Beth taking my room, leaving me out on the couch, though I didn't mind doing that. But it was the first night they were here when I accidentally overheard a conversation between the two of them. I had gone upstairs in the middle of the night to take a pee. I noticed that a subdued light was still coming from beneath the door leading into their room as I began passing by, and then heard the two of them clearly whispering. They were far from ready to fall asleep. And the natural nature of me being me at the time, I was curious as to what it was they might be discussing. I actually got down on the floor with my ear now facing towards the one or two inch opening. Having done that, it was very easy to hear the two of them far more clearly now.

"So...so how long have you known this?" Kathy was asking.

"I don't know...forever maybe," Janice responded back. "I've never really been attracted to boys, especially when I hit puberty. I'd always, always found myself a lot more interested in girls, and not the silly stuff either. I hung with guys...but I looked at girls the same way they did. After a while, I just accepted it, and knew what I was."

"Wow...does Aunt Beth know?"

"Yeah, we talked about it, she's ok with it...as long as I am."

"So...so you've ah...done stuff? With other girls?"

"Oh hell yes! And I love it!" Janice said a bit too loudly as Kathy cautioned her to tone it down, though they both began giggling.

"What's it...what's it like?" She asked.

"It's wonderful...if you weren't my cousin, I'd be tempted to show you." Once again they laughed, nervously, though I now found myself digging a hole in the floor as I lay there listening to them. "All this sex talk IS making me horny though...I am tempted to take out my toy and get myself off with it."

"What toy?" Kathy now asked. "You actually use a toy?"

"Yeah! Don't you?"

"I don't...I don't have one, never used one before," Kathy admitted.

"No shit! Really? Not ever?"

She must have been shaking her head no, as I heard no reply.

"Want to try mine?"

More laughter, though I was hoping like all get out that she would, even if I didn't get to see it, at least I hoped I'd be able to hear it. But then things got a whole lot better. I heard what had to be Janice briefly slip out of bed, padding over on bare feet to the dresser she was using, rummaging around in it for a moment, and then padding back to the bed again.​