The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.
This is the third chapter of the story that began with
Into the Attic
. In that story, Daniel used the cover of replacing the old insulation in the attic of the family home to install surveillance cameras that allowed him to spy on his parents and his two older sisters. He overheard his mother and his sister, Hope, talking about him. That was how he found out his sister was in love with him. Eventually, he had sex with Hope and his mother, and very nearly had sex with his oldest sister, Colleen, on two separate occasions.
This installment ran longer than I had anticipated. Because I thought it was really too long for a Literotica short story, I wound up splitting it into three parts. Also, at the time I am writing this, I am still working on the ending to this chapter. I figured this would let me get chunks of the story online so you would have a chance to read it now.
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Over the course of that summer, after I had graduated from high school, Hope and I became inseparable. Colleen and her boyfriend, Dave, became a very serious couple as well. With increasing frequency, Colleen stayed the night at Dave's apartment. She still sat in my lap and teased me when she was home, but we seemed destined never to consummate the incestuous desire that had built up between us.
That meant that while Mom and Dad were at work, Hope and I had the house to ourselves most of the time. When she was not at work, Hope was mine to enjoy anytime and anywhere in the house. When she had a weekday off from work, she would not even bother to put on panties beneath her long t-shirt. The living room was a favorite for both of us. I loved licking her tasty pussy while she watched television, and she seemed to enjoy swallowing my hard cock just as much.
Once, we were still sitting on the couch when Mom got home from work. Hope was sitting on my lap, and her t-shirt hid the fact that my cock was buried to the hilt in her ass. I think Mom was aware that something was going on when she walked over and talked with us. As soon as our mother went into her bedroom, Hope wiggled her bottom in my lap and came explosively. Her juicy pussy drooled our combined cum onto my balls and thighs.
Hope hopped up to use our bathroom afterwards, and I took advantage of that opportunity to join my mother in her shower. She was incredibly aroused, and her horny ass welcomed my still-slick cock eagerly. I rinsed quickly when I heard my dad pull up in the driveway. We passed in the hallway and exchanged a nod. It wasn't something we ever discussed, but he hurried to the bedroom. His hard cock would soon be deep in Mom's ass, since I had paved the way for him.
That night, I stroked my erection as I watched that action on the hidden camera feed. My mother told Dad how hard I had been when I came into their bathroom and joined her in the shower. He just moaned into her shoulder as he pumped in and out of her horny little asshole. They were amazing to watch, and I came hard into a tissue just after my dad filled her ass with his cum and she cried out in release.
There was another time a few days later when Colleen came home for lunch. We weren't expecting her. Colleen joined us on the couch, catching up on the past week. For that entire half hour, my dick was buried in Hope's soaking wet pussy. When Colleen finally gave us each a peck on the cheek and left, I wasted no time bending sweet Hope over the armrest of the couch and fucking her silly.
Brittany and I dated once or twice a week. Hope encouraged me to keep seeing her. It was my sister's idea that she and Brittany should "hang out more often." She would pick Brittany up and then they would come over to our house. Evidently they had talked about it and agreed that it was a bad idea for me and Brittany to be alone. It was just surreal the first time the three of us sat on the couch, and Brittany fished my cock out of my shorts and started sucking it. Hope watched the entire time with a smile on her face.
My sister seemed to really get a kick out of watching while we made out, especially when Brittany sucked my dick. I enjoyed licking and sucking Brittany's virgin pussy, but I was not the one who took her virginity. Instead, we mostly teased each other for hours, and then continued teasing each other over the phone after Hope had dropped her off at her house. I usually made Brittany come with my tongue and lips, but she only took my cum in her mouth twice.
It wasn't that her oral skills were insufficient—she gave a really great blowjob. It also wasn't that she disliked the taste of my cum. It was just that I was saving it. Brittany never caught on that while I was talking dirty to her on the phone, Hope was usually sucking my cock in one of our beds. She absolutely loved sucking me off while I talked dirty to Brittany on the phone. I think she also got turned on when she made me squirm while I was on the phone with Brittany. Compared to my mother's filthy language when she teased my dad, our conversations over the phone were downright tame.
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I had applied to go to college several places, and was overjoyed when my first choice not only accepted me, but offered a full scholarship. It was three states away from where we lived. Everyone was surprised that Hope had applied to go to the same prestigious school and was accepted. Her solid work ethic meant that she had a perfect grade point average at the community college. It was her strong letters of recommendation and her Skype interview that pushed her application over the top, and I had helped with those.
We wound up getting an apartment together near the campus. I didn't have any of the same classes as my sister, so we rarely saw each other during the day. Every night and most weekends we had amazing sex. My bed was always made, since I never slept in it. Hope was actually getting slightly better grades than I was, but we were both doing very well. We had talked about dating other people, but nobody I met was as attractive to me as my sister was.
I still had the video feeds from our house on my laptop. The camera feeds all went to a central router that was also concealed in the attic, and that router passed the data along to my laptop over the internet. It might have been an issue if I had been using the surveillance cameras for security, as there was a slight processing delay. It was part of the reason the system had been so inexpensive when I bought it.
I was really only aware of it because I called my mother twice after watching her sexy body in the shower. I had a dirty talk with her while she played with her soaking-wet pussy, but the delay meant the images on screen were almost a minute behind the conversation on the phone.
During the days when I was at the apartment and Hope was in class or at work, I would catch up on what our parents had been up to over the past few days. Sadly, a lot of the kinkiness had gone out of their sex life once we had moved out of the house. Oh, at first I got some amazing and salacious footage. I was shocked to see them in Hope's bedroom. Mom was on her hands and knees on Hope's bed while Dad pounded her from behind. Two days later, they were in Colleen's room. Mom encouraged my dad to shoot his streams of semen all over Colleen's pillow. I had to wonder what they might have done in my bedroom.
That went on for a few weeks, but rapidly cooled off. I still got to see some great sex in their shower and bedroom. It was just less and less frequent, and Mom's filthy talk became less inspired.
We went home for Thanksgiving break, and Colleen and Dave were there when we arrived. They announced their engagement. The two of them had been living together for close to a month by then. Colleen's eyes sparkled every time she flashed that engagement ring, and the two of them were constantly kissing and hugging. Dave joined our family for Thanksgiving dinner, and he joined my dad for beers during the football games.
It was weird sleeping by myself over that break, but that only lasted the first two nights. That third night, when I heard my bedroom door open and close, I eagerly awaited Hope's body next to mine. It was not her. My mother's eyes were puffy and red when she turned on the bedside lamp.
"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked.
"Oh, Daniel," she sobbed, "I'm afraid I'm losing him. Ever since you kids moved out, our marriage feels like it's falling apart."
