Steve's birthday party was the Friday after I had first fucked my mother. Steve was Gloria's younger brother and was a basic computer geek who didn't seem to have any interest in girls. What interest he did seem to show involved hanging around with a bunch of guys who also didn't have much use for the female body. I guess his attitude towards females was sublimated with his computer programming, but the reputation he was building was definitely headed in the direction of homosexuality.
Gloria had asked my sister Francine to come to the party, just to give Steve somebody to talk to other than his sister, mother, and in-laws. Francine was a rather shy one who was in her first year of college. Her intended major was to be computer science, so Gloria figured that maybe she and Steve would find something in common to talk about.
The party started off as tame as birthday parties have since time immemorial. There was cake and ice cream, of course. Since it was Steve's eighteenth birthday, Glenda decided he could have something a bit harder than lemonade to drink and Steve was soon half-smashed. Francine was also allowed to have some of the "good stuff" and soon matched Steve's condition with one of her own.
Glenda was orchestrating the party and suggested a very adult game of poker. The rules were simple. If you lost a hand, you removed a piece of clothing from your body. We all tried to make sure that Steve and Francine were the big losers without being too obvious about it. After one of the harder hands for us to win, we managed to get Steve to the point of removing his jeans. He was a bit drunk and needed some help. Needless to say, Steve didn't argue much when Glenda and and Gloria teamed up and took off his jeans. He was left in nothing but a skimpy pair of bikini jockey shorts.
Francine was a bit slower in losing her clothing, but she was soon down to bra and panties. I was shocked to see that my little sister was wearing a pair of thong panties, but my cock liked the idea very much. Her tits must have been about a 36B, or at least I thought they were until I bent over to look at the label which proudly read 38B.
"What are you doing, Josh?"
"Reading your label, Franny."
"Don't you ever call me that! Francine or Fran will be just fine, but never call me Franny. It sounds too much like fanny. Well, you can read it after I lose the bra, not before."
Since I had already seen what I wanted to see, I sat back as upright as I could--the Scotch was getting to me too--and got ready to play the next hand. I was already down to my briefs and lost to Francine who immediately had a grin from ear to ear.
"Take 'em off, big brother! Take 'em off and let us all see what ya got between your legs." Little did Francine know that she was the only woman in the crowd that hadn't seen my dick in all its glory, and it was standing proud when I took my briefs off and rolled them down my legs and over my feet.
"Oh, my God! I never knew my big brother was that BIG!"
"Fran, this isn't really all that big. It's about average size."
"Well, my boyfriend doesn't have a cock as big as yours, either in length or width."
While I was shocked at her use of the word cock, but decided that she was headed in the right direction and answered in kind. "Well, darlin' girl, you ain't never been fucked if you haven't had a dick at least as long and thick as mine is. Want to try it on for size?"
She looked at me with a puzzled stare and was absolutely quiet. "Here? In front of Mom and your wife? You forget, I still have my panties and bra on me."
"Mom and Gloria won't mind and I'm sure that Steve would really like to see the action."
"How do you know Mom and Gloria won't mind?"
"Ask them."
"You really don't mind?" Fran slurred with a puzzled look on her face.
"No, Fran. We don't mind. In fact Glenda and Sharon want Josh to fuck you. I'd like to watch him do you, but only if you want."
"What about me?" Steve's voice piped up from the corner. "I've seen all kinds of naked tits tonight and I need to get my nuts off."
"Will I do?"
"Mom? You? I couldn't. You're my mom."