This is Part 2 of a two part story. In Part 1 Adam cleverly manipulated a reluctant but ultimately willing twin sister Mary into having incestuous sex. We left our two young lovers after they had done the deed, and Adam had discovered Mary's submissive tendencies. Tendencies he hoped and planned to exploit.
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Later that night, Adam and I had yet another long talk. We still had two weeks before I left for college, and he went back to the Army. To cool our incestuous passion for each other, which we both agreed was a problem in the long run, Adam came up with a plan. I would set him up with one of my high school friends, and I would also ask out a boy with whom I had been intimate but not yet had sex, and we would double date.
At the end, we would each watch the other couple have sex. There were many problems with this plan. I had no doubt the boy (Troy) would enjoy laying me; it was clear he had wanted to do so for some time.
The real question in my mind was: Do I want to take Troy to bed myself? I was not completely over Peter, and we had not yet officially broken up. I was already cheating on Peter with my twin brother Adam, but somehow, I figured that did not count. (This must be part of the logic of incest, I thought. It is so taboo, somehow it doesn't count as cheating on one's lover.)
I did like Troy. And those weekends Peter had not come over to visit, I had let one of Sam or Troy have his way with me, but of course I always stopped short of letting things get too, too far. Although to be honest, they did get pretty far. The point is, I already enjoyed my times with Troy a lot, and certainly would have done the deed with him if I had not been committed to Peter. So I guess that question is answered, I reasoned.
But why did Adam want this? Why did he want to watch me have sex with someone else? That continued to make no sense to me. The only thing I could think of was that it might be his way of getting over me. Perhaps seeing me enjoying sexual intimacy with another man would so disgust him that he would lose desire for me? Was that his thinking?
Then I thought: Could Adam convince a girl to have sex on her first date with him? She would have to be a real slut for that. And would Troy want to have sex with me with Adam watching? And even if the girl let Adam do her, would she let him fuck her in front of Troy and me?
Adam said I was to arrange it. All of it. I was not at all sure I could arrange all that! It was certainly a tall order.
I chose Troy to be the boy whom I would seduce, because he was not as shy as Sam, and because he would do anything to get to fuck me, I was sure. My boyfriend Peter was already back east at his college and therefore out of the picture, and Troy would figure this was his chance. It was, too. I was beginning to look forward to it.
The way I saw it, there was only one candidate for the lucky girl: Gloria. I had once saved her from a gangbang, and she was grateful. From her standpoint, I had saved her life, since the gangbang would in reality have been a gang rape. As it was, she had ended up naked in front of five boys, and they were all over her, not listening to her more and more frantic and desperate protests and cries.
How she managed to get herself in that situation is a long story, involving a lot of poor judgement decisions on Gloria's part, shall we say. It was at a party where drugs and booze had helped to let things get out of control. I was there, too. I heard her cries, and came running.
When I found her, she was on a bed, naked, and she was screaming. Boys were holding down her arms and legs, and a fifth boy was just about to stuff her mouth with her panties. He had paused to sniff them, which had allowed me to hear her cries for help. I'll never forget that image: it was frightening but sexy as hell at the same time. At least it was for my sick, twisted mind.
I actually shamed the five boys into letting her go. I was worried they would then turn on me, but somehow the mood changed. It was like in the movies, when one moral person could stop a lynch mob, reminding people they were individuals, and not just part of a mob. I don't know if it ever happened with a lynching, but it happened in To Kill a Mocking Bird, an old movie I had seen on TV. I hope it happened for real, too, but irrespective of that, in fact I did save Gloria from a gang rape.
I told Gloria a white lie. I told her I wanted to have sex with Troy, but my brother Adam was back from Japan and he needed to get laid. I showed her a picture of what Adam looked like now, and one of him naked, with a flaming erection. I told her the whole plan.
"Just to get this clear," Gloria said, "You want me to have sex with your brother while you and Troy watch? And then we watch you and Troy?" I nodded. I knew it sounded crazy, and certainly perverted. "What if Adam does not want to have sex with me? Or what if I don't want to have sex with him?" She knew it was a dead certainty about Troy and me.
"Then you can walk away, of course," I said.
I knew Gloria was smart, and I knew she was quick. But she still surprised me. She figured it all out. She said, "Tell me: Is your brother good in bed? Is he as good as Peter?"
How could she have figured out we had already had incestuous sex? How? I just stared at her. Maybe it was when I showed her the picture of Adam with a hard on. That was a stupid move, I belatedly realized.
"You're letting him do you, aren't you?" Gloria asked.
"Don't tell anyone, please, Gloria," I mumbled. "Please. It was just once," I lied.
"You slut!" Gloria cheered, slapping me on the back the way a boy does when he learns of a conquest his friend has made by laying a cheerleader or some equivalent notch for his belt. "You go, girl. Adam is a hunk. He always has been. I can't wait to fuck his brains out," she said.
"But you did not answer: Is he good in bed?" Gloria persisted.
"He is amazing. I'll never be able to go back to Peter. He's good in bed, on the stairs, out on the front porch, in the back yard, standing up, on all fours, everywhere and in every position," I said, smiling.
"Ooh, you slut, you! Hubba hubba!" Gloria said, and she rubbed her hand over her private area.
I guessed I had chosen the right girl. Strangely, I felt jealous of how much Gloria was destined to enjoy sex with Adam. Well, the die is cast, I thought. I asked Gloria how she had figured out about Adam and me?
"The picture of Adam naked with an erection was taken in your bedroom, you moron," Gloria said. "Does he have the hard on from seeing your boobs? Notice the mirror reflects your bare boobs while you are holding the camera."
I checked. It was in the background and partially hidden. It was hard to see me holding a cell phone. But yes, my uncovered boobs were there, and the camera was held up to my stupid face. Even one of my nipples was in a corner of the picture. How could I have been that stupid?
