"Chris, it's time to get up. Its ten o'clock already," Chris heard someone say softly into his left ear. He felt a gentle kiss on his forehead and slowly opened his eyes. It was his younger sister, Jean.
Remembering the past nights activities, Chris quickly sat up trying to make an attempt at covering himself, but the blanket was already over his naked body. Looking at Jean questioningly, and then back at the blanket, he asked, "Did you...?"
A smile came over Jean's face. "No, Melinda came back and covered you after she left your room last night. I told her to come up here and thank you for the party. When she came back down, she told me how much she enjoyed thanking you and what went on."
Remembering the night before, Melinda must have been the name of the girl Jean sent up to "thank" him. Then the shock hit him again...
"You know about..." Chris attempted to ask about her knowing what his "gift" was for her birthday.
"I have known for years that Mom, Dad, and you were fooling around. I used to race home after school to listen and watch you guys from the window," Jean admitted. "I'd crawl out of my bedroom window and go to Mom and Dad's window. I never had to worry about being seen by anyone because of that big tree outside hiding me. I didn't know why I was never invited until I read Mom's Diary one day. She mentioned your eighteenth birthday in it and that she wanted to make sure you were "of age," then I knew it was only a matter of time before I was asked. I waited patiently for that day to come, not dating guys, because I wanted that day to be my first time having sex, but when Mom and Dad died, I knew it would never happen. Then the other day when you were holding me after giving me Grandpa's truck, I felt you get hard from holding me like that and thought that maybe, just maybe, me and you could keep their tradition going ourselves."
"You mean... you're still a virgin?"
"Yes," she said. "As far as having sex with a man is concerned. Melinda and I have been lovers since I moved here. We met at the college library one day when she walked up to me and asked if I was free after class to go for a drink at the coffee house. I agreed to go, and it was there that she explained to me that she was attracted to me. We have been together ever since."
"So you are a lesbian?" Chris asked.
"Not at all, I am attracted to both sexes, so I guess I am bisexual. Watching you with Mom and Dad allowed me to accept the idea and I guess it stuck." Jean laughed looking at Chris with a devilish grin.
"Yes, we did have a lot of fun. I can't believe you were watching us. When did you start?"
"I was twelve, I think. I used to finger myself outside on the roof watching you guys. So what was it like with them?" Jean looked at Chris with a look of wondering.
"Well, it all started at my eighteenth birthday party..."
"Chris, your mom wants you upstairs for a second. She wants to discuss something with you," Chris' dad said walking down the stairs in a bath robe, smiling.
Chris, thinking that it must have had to do with his birthday, got up off of the couch and skipped upstairs. Once upstairs, he noticed the door to his parents room was slightly open. Hearing the shower water running, he lightly knocked on the door, opening it just a bit more.
"I'm in here, Chris," his mom said. He could tell that she was in the shower already. Walking to the bathroom doorway, he looked inside wondering if, just by chance, he might get a glimps of his mom's naked body.
"You wanted to talk to me, Mom?" he said towards the shower.
"Come over here Chris, I need you to scrub my back for me. I can't reach all of the way back there."
Chris, not knowing what else to do, said, "O.K." He had always wanted to see his mom naked. He used to think of her when he was playing with his dick at night and would think of different scenarios where he could see her body, and what happened afterwards. His dick began to get hard with anticipation. Chris was still a virgin at eighteen, not that he didn't want to have sex, but he just never took the chance. He was very shy and a "band geek," as it was called when you were a member of the school band instead of a sports player.
Opening the shower door, Chris looked at his mother. She was standing under the stream of the shower water, rinsing her hair of the shampoo suds. She was facing him with her eyes closed, and both hands in her hair. Her stance showed off her entire body to her son, who now had a raging hard-on.