All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
For days and weeks Frank could not wrap his head around, and yet could not stop thinking about, his discovery that his kids were secretly fucking each other. His son and his daughter, FUCKING. With EACH OTHER. And doing it a lot, apparently.
He had found out about it one day after coming home early when a meeting at work was canceled. Taking the opportunity to drop his car off at the dealership for maintenance, he had ridden his bike, which he'd had on the roof rack, back home -- so there had been no noise of his car coming up the driveway to alert anyone of his arrival.
Jimmy and Mira were nowhere to be seen when he had gone inside the house through the back door, but he had heard noises from his son's room. Listening at the door, he had smirked whimsically as he heard the unmistakable sounds of youngsters having sex; then he had frowned upon realizing that this implied Jimmy and some girl were breaking the lockdown rules. But then he had wondered where Mira was, and why the moaning female voice on the other side of the door sounded a lot like her.
Reluctant to barge in but needing to find out just who was on the other side of the door, Frank had gone around the side of the house and peered through the window. And there they'd been: his darling daughter, naked on hands and knees on the bed, getting fucked from behind by his son.
Frank hadn't been able to peel his eyes away from Mira as she clutched at the bedsheets and cried out encouragement at her older brother, her tits undulating with the rhythm of his thrusts. A moment later Frank had watched her cum, her head pitching forward and her legs quivering. Jimmy had waited for her to recover and then laid down on his back. Mira had then swung a leg over him and put his cock back in her pussy to ride him cowgirl-style. Jimmy had reached up to squeeze and fondle her tits.
Never having imagined that it would happen, Frank had had no idea how he might react to seeing his son and daughter fuck. To his surprise, he had been extremely aroused by watching his darling girl's naked teenage body bouncing up and down on top of her brother, a look of pure joy on her face. His own cock had tented his pants.
After Mira had cum again, Jimmy had pushed his sister onto her back and really plowed her for a minute or two before his whole body went stiff. The joyful expression on Mira's face had lit up as her brother apparently came inside her. When Jimmy had finally pulled out of his sister and got up, Frank had been afforded a good view between Mira's splayed legs from the window, and he had nearly fainted at the sight of gobs of white splooge oozing out of his precious teenage daughter's fuzzy pussy.
In a state of shock, Frank had backed away from the window and gone back around the house. He had entered through the back again, but this time he had closed the door loudly and cried out "Anybody home!" to alert his children of his presence.
Trembling, he had gone and sat in the chair at the computer desk in the little home office, staring into space and praying his cock would calm down while he waited to see how the kids would behave after "nearly" being caught in their incestuous liaison.
As minutes passed he had desperately considered what to do about his discovery. He should instantly put a stop to it, right? Fucking your own sibling was taboo. If anyone found out about Jimmy and Mira, the whole family would be social pariahs.
But how would anyone outside the family find out about it? The whole world was in lockdown. As long as they were careful to avoid pregnancy, Jimmy and Mira could make love all they wanted and no one would know as long as they remembered to shut the damn blinds. And what he had just witnessed had appeared like lovemaking, Frank realized. Not worth dropping an atomic bomb over, right?
Besides, when physical contact with anyone outside of the household was forbidden, anyway, who else could the kids turn to for sexual release but each other? And with the news cycle's endless doom crying over the plague that had swept over the world, it seemed a shame to forbid his beloved children whatever delight they had found in each other. As long as they were careful, of course. But Mira must be on the pill, Frank figured. Her mother was a doctor and had probably arranged for her to start taking it years ago.
By the time Mira had wondered into his office to greet him, Frank had decided not to confront his kids until he could find out more about the nature of their liaison. Mira had worn a spaghetti-strap top with no bra, her hard nipples poking through the fabric, and leggings that might as well have been painted on. A damp spot had been visible between her legs where the fabric had formed a camel toe. Frank had barely been able to tear his eyes away from it just as his daughter said, "Hi Dad! What brings you home early?" She had walked over and kissed him on the cheek and sat on his knee, the unmistakable odor of sex wafting off her.
Attempting to act normal while his deflated boner lurched back to life, and trying to ignore the feeling of heat where his daughter's crotch pressed against his leg, Frank had explained that a canceled meeting had led to an opportunity which resulted in his coming home early without his car. He had then asked, "How's it going being stuck at home with Jimmy every day? Is it unbearable? Should we figure out a way to get each of you more time to yourselves?"
"No, don't do that," Mira had blurted. "I mean, don't bother. Jimmy and I get along great. In fact, I can't think of anyone I'd rather be in lockdown with," she had said. And then, with a smile, she had added "except maybe you, Daddy" and kissed him on the cheek again.
Frank had found himself blushing at the implication of that statement and quickly asked his daughter about her day. To hear her tell it, she had done nothing but read young-adult books and scroll social media feeds while her older brother had played video games.
Jimmy had avoided him all that afternoon. By the time Frank saw him at the dinner table, it had been minimally awkward to have to look his son in the eye and talk with him while pretending he hadn't discovered him balls deep in his own sister's pussy that afternoon.
It took some creative money-managing to buy a set of hidden cameras in such a way that his wife was unlikely to find out, but Frank managed it within a week of his discovery. While Jimmy and Mira accompanied Sharan on a grocery run, he installed one hidden camera in each of his children's bedrooms, another in the living room with a view of the sofa, and just for his own amusement he installed a final hidden camera in his own bedroom, knowing that he and his wife would soon put on a show even if no one else did.
His desktop computer received the signals from the cameras and recorded the feed, recording over what it had stored after about 36 hours. To his amazement, bewilderment, and awkward amusement, within a week Frank had seen almost an hour of footage of his son and daughter fucking each other's brains out.
It was almost always Mira who initiated each sexual encounter, usually by entering Jimmy's room, stripping naked, and jumping on top of him; or sometimes, when they were watching TV, pulling his cock out of his pants and putting her mouth on it. They seldom fucked in Mira's room, though Frank was a little surprised to discover how much time his daughter spent lying naked on her bed masturbating.
So, little sister was obviously not being put upon by big brother. He also learned that Jimmy was cumming inside Mira almost on a daily basis. He could only imagine that his daughter was taking birth control for them both to be so carefree.
But it turned out that Mira had not been on the pill, which Frank found about simultaneously with the fact that his wife Sharan had also discovered their children's illicit incestuous love affair and was taking a more direct approach to addressing it.
It was like deja-vu: Frank had come home from work on his bicycle and no one seemed to be around. Yet he had heard noises from his son's room. At the door, he had listened. Only, this time, what he had heard was not his children having sex but his wife saying in a stern voice, "I don't care, Jimmy, Mira is only just now started on the contraceptive and it takes weeks to take effect. And even then, it will only be as dependable as she is at remembering to swallow a pill every day, which I have my doubts about.
"I WILL NOT become a grandmother before my own daughter enters college. If you want to go on making love to your sister, you WILL wear a condom every single time -- that's it, end of discussion!"
As quietly as possible, Frank had tiptoed away down the hall and upstairs while that argument played out. Dinner that evening had been excruciatingly silent and awkward.
Sharan, however, had been particularly frisky in the bedroom that night. Frank was sorely tempted to share the sex tape it generated with her, but that would have required a slew of explanations he was not eager to give. He was so satisfied by the romp, too, that it never occurred to him to watch the video from Jimmy or Mira's rooms from that afternoon to find out how Sharon had confronted the kids or what else she had said to them.
Sharon never spoke a word to Frank about their children's incest, and he chose to keep his own knowledge of it to himself as well. It was a great consolation, however, to find out that his wife agreed with his judgment that trying to put a stop to Jimmy and Mira's taboo fling was unnecessary, as long as the two of them were careful.
* * *
Whenever anything momentous happened in Mira's life, she quickly shared it with her best friend. Since they still couldn't hang out in person, she sent a text.
M: OMG Livie I want to die!
L: What happened? Are you ok?
M: We got caught!
L: You and Jimmy?
M: Yes!
L: OMG how?
M: Mom just walked in on us!
L: Oof.
M: Jimmy was on top of me in my bed. He couldn't see her but I could. Mom didn't scream or say anything to stop us, she just stood there watching him bone me with an odd smile on her face.
M: I tried to get Jimmy's attention, but I guess I say his name a lot when we fuck because he ignored me. Also, my brain was mush from having just cum and I couldn't think straight. So I lay there locking eyes with my mom for what felt like forever while my brother went on gamely thrusting his cock into my pussy.
L: OMG I would have died right then and there!
M: After a while, Jimmy started sounding like he might cum. That must have given me a boost of adrenaline cause I finally mustered the brain cells to think of yelling "Jimmy, stop!"
M: He did, and I grabbed his face and turned it to see Mom. We all just kind of stared at each other in shock.
L: Awkward!
M: And that's when Jimmy popped.
L: No he didn't :O
M: Yup. He filled my belly up with a whole bunch of sperm right in front of our mom.... Which kinda set me off too, like always. So, now I've cum on my own brother's squirting cock while our mom watched. Can't make it unhappen.
L: LOL did your mom lean in for a selfie with her two babies getting along so well?
M: Livie that is not helpful.
L: Sorry, but can you imagine a family photo like that framed and hanging on the wall?
M: Can you not right now?
L: Sorry.
M: Mom said, "if you're done, Jimmy, please give us a minute. I want to talk to your sister alone. I'll talk with you after." Jimmy finally got off me and left in a hurry.
L: Did your mom strangle you? How much trouble are you in? You still have your phone so it can't be too bad.
M: We're not really in trouble, believe it or not.
L: What? How?
