"Yeah, I started watching it," I said, my heart pounding.
"How much did you watch?"
"There were a couple of different videos of them fucking. I watched all of it, several times."
"God damn. And so you got horny for Mom watching the videos?"
"Yeah, and I was washing her in the shower and one thing led to another and now we sleep in the same bed and fuck every night." I gave a nervous smile. "I'm a little surprised you're this ok with it."
"The incest ship has sailed in our family, dude. Besides, Mom's hot. I sure as hell wouldn't mind watching that video."
I drained my third glass of wine. "Do you want to?"
The tape was right where I left it in my backpack in the trunk of the car. The most nondescript tape in the box. I don't know what I would expect something like this to look like, maybe a purple tape with XXX on the front? I guess it made sense that it was as blank as possible, though I guess that blankness would make it stand out among the labeled tapes.
"Ooh, hush hush," Cammy said as I handed her the plain black tape. "Mom and Dad making a sex tape, can you believe it?"
"Yeah, who knew Mom and Dad were a thing?"
"Shut up, you know what I mean. They just didn't seem like the type," she said.
"What's the 'type?'"
"I don't know, sex freaks, people who do weird things." I stared at her for a moment, letting her think about what she had just said. "Fair enough. Aren't kids supposed to be grossed out by their parents fucking?"
"Do you want to watch it or not?" My heart was pounding and my ears hot. I was already partially hard, thinking about the video and seeing Cammy like this.
We sat on the edge of the bed side by side. I put my arm around Cammy's shoulder and she leaned into me. I could feel some kind of energy in her, not nerves, but the air crackled around us. The scene played out just as I had seen several times before, Mom interrupting Dad's model and him following her upstairs. "Wow," Cammy said when she saw Mom in her lingerie. "I get it, how could you say no to that?"
Her hand was on my leg now, I don't know how long it had been there. She laughed at Dad's observations about how Mom's tits were too big for the outfit. Her body made a subtle shift and her tit was pressing into me. Mom's blond hair covered the camera, and then Cammy let out a little gasp when Mom pulled Dad's cock out. The temperature inside me was rising, and I was fully hard now. My mind swam with what I was seeing along with the memory of how Cammy had looked when my cock was inside her. I wanted to see that in her eyes again, that rapture, that heaven. I wanted to be the one who brought it. I moved my hand from her shoulder and ran it down her slender side.
When it happened it was like a shock spread through both of us. I could even feel the shivers in Cammy's body. Her hand moved up my thigh until it touched the hard tip of my cock. I looked at her then, and saw it in her face only inches from mine. It was in her eyes. This was what was supposed to happen all along. She had never stopped thinking about me. When she met us at the restaurant she had hoped it would turn out like this, that she could feel me inside her again, that I could bring the quaking climax through her body again. That I would have all of her and she would have all of me.
I opened my mouth to tell her, but her finger shot up to my lips. The desperate look in her eyes told me not to say anything as she lowered her hand again. Her hand moved up and down, each time getting just a little higher up the shaft of my member. Her body swayed with her arm, and her dark eyes bobbed hypnotically. Each time her hand hit my dick I shivered, or tensed, or gasped a little. Finally, her hand went all the way up my cock and tightened around it.
In the rhythm of our sways our lips finally met. We were hungry for each other, starving after all those years we had been denied each other's taste. I threw myself into the kiss, our lips locking and our arms wrapped around each other, trying to merge into one. Her body pressed against mine as our tongues slid together, our teeth clicking. Her taste and smell flooded me, just like it had years ago, and I was back there again, my sister showing me her overpowering love.
My hand moved up her side, and cupped her petite breast through her t-shirt, stroking the already hard nipple. Her hand moved back down to where it had been, running up and down the shaft of my painfully hard cock. When our lips parted, I could see every ounce of desire in her eyes, and she was back with me too, the first time I had ever been inside a woman. She opened her mouth and this time my finger shot up, stopping her. Her eyes were defiant and she moved her head so that my finger rubbed against her bottom lip. She tilted her head back, and in the background I could hear Mom slurping around Dad's dick. Cammy's mouth opened, and she slowly lowered her mouth around my finger. My hands were all over her body, first her leg, then her flat stomach, then her tight little tit, her nipple brushing my palm. Her head bobbed up and down the length of my finger, her eyes open and innocent. Though she hadn't said anything, the message was clear.
Cammy slipped off the bed and onto the floor, and as I turned to face her, I saw Mom again behind her, Dad's engorged member sliding in and out of her drooling mouth. My heart leapt seeing the same look in her eyes as in Cammy's, the collision of lust and adoration and excitement. She settled in front of me, her brown eyes looking up into mine. Her mouth was open and ready.
I shifted on the bed, and we pulled my pants off together. Just as Dad's had, my cock sprung out, bobbing like a spring doorstop. Cammy was so close to it now that I felt her hot breath on the tip of it. I gently caressed her arm, then cradled her face in my hand. She pressed into me, and closed her eyes. My heart leapt into my throat, understanding that what we were about to do wasn't just some crude fluid exchange, it was the greatest expression of love a sister could give a brother, great because it was so wrong, so forbidden. And yet she still wanted to give it to me. Her cheek was so soft in my hand, and her wet lips brushed my dick just slightly.
When she opened her eyes she moved her lips back toward the dripping tip of my dick. Her eyes spoke.
I'm doing this because I love you, brother, but also because I want this. I want you so bad that I don't care if it's right or wrong. I want every bit, every ounce, every drop of you.
Again I felt her heavy breath on the tip of my cock and she gave the wet opening a gentle, tender kiss. After the kiss I could see my shiny juice on her lip, and she licked it off with greedy gusto.
I took a handful of her shirt and she held her arms up, letting me slide it off and throw it to the side. Now I could get a look at her majestic body. I had been a fool earlier when I had said that she wasn't my type. She was a toned goddess. I would have called her an amazon if she weren't short, but all the same, I worshiped her body the same way I had Mom's. Her body had been right next to me for so many years, and now she had flowered into the lithe, lightly muscled figure in front of me.
My hand touched her bare shoulder and a spark ran through me. Her skin was just as smooth as I remembered, and I could feel the curve of her bones beneath. Her body rolled like a wave, and she thrust her tits forward, offering them to my eager hands. Both of my hands followed the gentle curve of her body. I moved down to her shoulders to that delicious part women like her had, the part where the breast became the shoulder. It was like a soft, luscious bridge between the two. She looked down at my hands as they circled her small, brown nipples, already erect and engorged. I rubbed her areolas, feeling the stiffness of her nipples on the sides of my fingers. My finger slipped over her pointy nipples, making them flip back up to their natural state.
Between my finger and thumb, I gave her nipples gentle squeezes, seeing how much she wanted. My fingers tightened into a pinch and her mouth dropped open, looking offended and gratified at the same time. I pinched tighter and gave them a little twist, and this time she tilted her head back and her lip quivered. I twisted harder and her mouth dropped open again. As I gave them a tug, stretching her tits, she lolled her tongue out of her mouth, and slowly licked in front of her.
My hands went back up to her shoulders and neck, leaving her sensitive engorged nipples. Her body was so different from Mom's but I was still turned into hot putty by it. Where Mom was soft all over, Cammy was firm, even hard. I could feel her muscles rippling under her skin as she moved and everything was as firm and tight all over as it could possibly be. My mind went back to the feeling of her quivering pussy around my cock. I wondered if her mouth would feel just as good.
Cammy brought her tongue to my tip again, licking up the fresh precum I had made just for her. Mom was behind her, aggressively gagging on Dad's hard cock. She twirled her tongue around my head and I twitched with the pleasure of it. Her tongue swerved and waved, and my member felt like a hot glowing poker. She moved her hands up and down my thighs, steadying herself as she lapped up the wetness that was oozing out of my tip. Her hand snaked up to my cock and it closed around it. Now that she had steadied it, she could really press into it, and the feeling of her tongue was so intense it hurt.
She pulled up my cock, and licked my balls underneath, leaving them cold and wet with her spit. She twirled around each of them like she had done with my bellend. Her lips fastened to one and she gently sucked it inside her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. I had never had a girl do this to me, and my body was filled with wet fire. She went from one nut to the other, using her tongue to coat it in saliva and then sucking it into her mouth. My hands squeezed her shoulders in my rapture.
Then her tongue moved up my shaft, slow and leaving a trail like a wandering snail. My wet balls were cold in the air of the hotel room. She licked me like a mother cat with her kitten, and the rough surface of her tongue brought trembles through my body. I rubbed my hand up her neck and palmed the side of her head, taking her hair between my fingers. She looked up at me, and I saw the mutual pleasure we shared from this act. I ran my fingers through her hair, and then closed my fist around her hair, but not enough to hurt.
Her tongue moved up and down the length of my cock, lighting shooting through me every time she got to the tip. If I had been sober I probably would have cum by now. But I was glad, because this meant I could give her more by letting her give me this most precious of gifts. She tilted her head back just like she had with my finger and ran my bellend along her lower lip, wet with her saliva and my precum. Behind her Dad groaned and shot his load into mom's mouth.
As slowly as she could she closed her lips around the tip of my cock. I was flooded with her warmth and I could feel my orgasm lurking inside me, not quite ready to come out, but waiting for the right moment. Her lips and her tongue slopped all over my cock, taking it deeper into her mouth little by little. Her tongue slid across the bottom of it inside of her. When my cock wasn't quite halfway in she stopped. Her eyes looked up at me, impish and defiant. I needed to make her take more, and my hand tightened around her hair, seizing it tightly in my hand. She was daring me.
