Two Years Ago
I lay on the floor of the living room, my neck against the sofa and PS4 controller in hand as I guided Nathan Drake through wave after wave of enemies. A cut scene eventuated and absently I looked to my right to see Theresa reading a foodie magazine upon the couch, bare feet up on the coffee table. It was not the magazine which captured my attention.
Legs crossed as she flicked the pages, from my vantage I had a clear view of the back of her thighs. At eighteen years of age, it wasn't my brain in charge and instead of taking a quick peek and moving on (the perfect crime), my eyes fastened upon the vision. And sister or not, it was beautiful.
Her white linen dress caught beneath her bottom, nothing covered the bulge of pussy and the orange panties clinging to her lump like a second skin. It was mesmerizing, and captivated I stared for God knows how long, making out the line of labia, even a stray pube. If only I had my phone at hand, I thought. I could easily take a photo...
"Why don't you take a photo? It'll last longer!" Theresa peered around her magazine and had caught me red handed; red faced.
"What!?" I dismissed and immediately concentrated on my game, my prowess clearly effected as I died onscreen, and in the real world, of embarrassment.
She made a mocking sound but out of the corner of my eye went back to reading her magazine and after a few more minutes I surreptitiously took another peek. If anything, her pose was more provocative. Legs thrown to the side to bare her entire ass, the panties disappearing between her cheeks to even reveal the darker skin around her barely obscured asshole and once more an enticing bulge of pussy.
The phone ringing in the background, quickly followed by the sound of Mom's footsteps approaching drew me out of my hypnotism and when she passed the hands free to my sister excitedly, I was concentrating solely on my game.
*
The call had been the job at a restaurant in L.A. Theresa had applied for. Confirmation of her success. It would see her departing the very next day. Leaving our house, our town and me. Mom and I waved her goodbye as Dad drove her out of our lives for the foreseeable future and toward a hopeful career in the city.
Heading back into the house, Mom could sense my mood and placed an arm around my waist in comfort. "You're going to miss her, aren't you?" She noted and I had to admit, I would. Once inside we went our separate ways and it was as I entered my bedroom that I heard my phone beep a text message.
It was from Theresa and all it said was, 'Check under your pillow.'
*
Present Day
"Are you fucking serious?" Theresa blared as she approached Delores and I. At first, I thought she was talking to me but as she moved between us, Delores was where her eyes and her question were directed. "Delores! You're like our Auntie!" She continued.
"Theresa, I can explain..." I tried to intervene as I tucked my now flaccid cock back into my pants but my sister would have none of it.
"No Corey, you're the victim here," she threw her arm back and her hand came to rest on my chest and even under the circumstances of the contact, I had to admit, her touch felt nice.
Delores, over her initial shock at Theresa's appearance began to defend herself. "No, Theresa it's not like that, really..."
Before she could go further, the giggling conversation of our mother and Gayle entered the room directly followed by the women themselves, holding hands and smiling.
"Oh good, Mom do you know what's been...." Theresa stopped her question short as she turned to see what the women were wearing, changing her statement completely. "Mom! What the fuck have you got on?"
All eyes were now on my mother and the micro bikini she hardly wore. Gayle dressed similarly (if not more provocatively) stared as well and was first to answer my sister's question. "Come to think of it Angela, we do look like a couple of sluts!"
"Oh totally!" Mom laughed and approached Theresa as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Honey, what are you doing in town? When did you get here?"
Theresa was left with nothing to do but accept my mother's embrace, her moral indignation cast aside momentarily with the family reunion. I however was put in the unusual predicament of seeing my near naked mother with her body pressed to my older sister, something I had never envisioned and until this moment hadn't even fantasized about. Theresa's torso leaning into my mother's, her dress inched up the rear of her thighs disappointingly stopping below her buttocks. Ridiculously my cock began to stir.
Did my mother's hand venture a little lower on my sister's back than would be considered normal? Possibly. Or more likely my erotically charged mind was projecting. What I couldn't deny however were Mom's eyes on my crotch, slowly straying up to my own as she looked over her daughter's shoulder. "Gayle," Mom broke the embrace. "You remember Theresa, don't you?"
As if presenting Theresa to the older woman, Mom held my sister by the arm and reacquainted the two. Gayle was more than enthusiastic to lean in for the obligatory peck on the cheek, her breast pressing momentarily to my sister's. That did it. My hard-on returned.
After the pleasantries, Theresa was keen to get back to her initial gripe. "Mom you need to talk to your friend. What I saw out here was entirely inappropriate," she leaned into Mom and whispered in her ear before looking back in Delores' direction with scorn on her face.
"Honey," Mom began. "Your brother is twenty years old. I don't think anyone is taking advantage of him."
Theresa looked as if she were about to refute her assertion but her eyes were distracted by Gayle. The sixty plus year old had moved to the other side of the room and was in the process of removing her swimsuit. The little skin not already exposed came into view and I again gorged on her large white ass and as she turned, her freshly shaved pussy.
Theresa seemed equally as taken by the older woman, her eyes I noticed straying down from her breasts to (dare I say it) enjoy Gayle's exposed sex.
"Has anyone seen my panties?" Gayle asked the room, looking around completely unashamed by her nudity. "Oh, never mind. Silly me, I wasn't wearing any!"
My sister's incredulity at the casual nudity and sexual activity she was witnessing, I thought couldn't have increased. Our mother however found a way. As eyes had been on Gayle, she herself had removed her top and with a hand resting on Theresa's shoulder for balance was in the process of taking off her thong. Fully naked she threw her bikini onto the chair behind her and looked around. "Now where are MY panties?"
All of a sudden, the small piece of material weighed a lot more in my pocket. Mom knew damn well where they were and was challenging me in front of my sister. With Theresa inspecting every move I reached down beside my swollen fly and retrieved my mother's underwear, handing the pink panties to her right under my sister's nose.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Theresa searched our faces. "Have you all lost your minds?"
"It's not that bad..." I attempted to say but Theresa threw up a hand to silence me.
"I'm going. We'll talk about this later. Corey, I have my suitcase in reception, can I put it in your car?"
I felt my back pocket for my keys and nodded. "Yeah, yeah sure."
*
In the two years since Theresa had taken up the job in one of L.A's finest restaurants, her visits home had been infrequent, welcomed, and never long lasting. That she had mentioned a suitcase and not her overnight bag, hadn't gone unnoticed.
I caught her as we reached the foyer and the long serving station receptionist beamed when she saw us together. "Well look at you two, all grown up and still as thick as thieves. You'll be back playing on the kitchen set in no time, won't you?"
"Ha, you might be right Vivienne," I replied and saw the look of recognition on my sister's face. I couldn't blame her; it had taken me a week to remember her name after seeing her again.
I was right about the suitcase. It was the big one, and reached for it before Theresa had a chance.
"Thank you, Corey. Just be careful with the latch, it pops open," Theresa warned.
She opened the doors and I followed pulling the case. The wind had picked up outside and caught her hair and I admired her as she pulled it off her face and behind her ear. "So, are you going to tell me, or what?" I asked.
