I awoke, startled, to an unfamiliar sound. I couldn't tell if minutes or hours had passed since my sister, Jessica, and I had drifted off in a post-orgasmic haze. Groggy from the flood of endorphins pumped into my blood stream, I rubbed my eyes, gazing down at my still sleeping sister, her beautiful face framed by her soft brown locks. Her skin, once flushed, seemed pale now, almost translucent. I couldn't help but marvel at her lithe form, the curve of her hip, the gentle swell of her belly. My reverie, however, was interrupted by the source of the sound that woke me. A camera.
There, standing in the doorway, was Jessica's best friend, Maggie.
"I always keep a camera in my car, pervo!" She snapped another picture. Her voice roused Jessica and, sitting up, she let out a quiet gasp at the realization that we were totally busted.
"Maggie, Iβ¦" Whatever excuse Jessica was formulating evaporated. I could see her mind exploring the various alternatives. "Ok, Maggie. You caught me fucking Chris. What are you going to do about it?"
"I watched the whole sick scene through the window, until I remembered that I had my camera." Looking at the small plastic window on top of the disposable camera, she continued, "I can't believe I burned through a whole roll!"
"Maggie, what do you want?" My sister was not amused, and her voice was flat, failing to restrain her obvious anger.
"You'd think that someone in your position would want to be a bit nicer to the person with the camera." Maggie waved the yellow box teasingly.
I stood, casually, and gestured toward the couch. "Maggie, come on over, sit down between us, and let's talk this out." Jessica patted the cushion next to her. Slowly, obviously suspicious, Maggie made her way over and sat. I followed suit, sandwiching her between my naked sister and my naked self. My hip pressed hers, and my arm slid around her shoulder. Leaning close, I almost whispered, "Maggie, there's got to be something you want."
Jessica, following suit, began to slide her slender fingers up and down Maggie's bare thigh, her short skirt having ridden up a bit. "I know you've always wanted me to do stuff with you. Maybe this is your chance!" I could feel Maggie's temperature begin to rise.
"Yeah, Maggie. Jessie is a really good fuck and, not to brag, but I'm not so bad myself!" I flexed a bicep for her, trying to impress her. "They don't call me a tight end for nothing!"
Jessica looked at me, and burst out laughing. Maggie, her head turning back and forth between us, began to laugh as well. The whole thing was so stupid. I started laughing too. Maggie, in the midst of our hysterics, began to strip.