, that horrible shrill broke my unconscious reverie. I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the water warmed up I emptied my bladder and grabbed my towel. Being an outdoorsman and quasi environmentalist, I try to do most things as environmentally friendly as possible. My long hot showers, those are my guilty little pleasure. (Until later today that is). Like a lizard warming itself on a rock in the sun, I like to soak under the hot pulsing jets of water. It helps to awaken my body and loosen my tight muscles. After my morning lethargy had passed, I was dried off, dressed and downstairs for breakfast with the family; my wife, Kim, and my twin children, Mary and William (Billy).
During breakfast we all discussed our plans for the day and upcoming weekend. Kim and I had to work, while the kids (being late June) were off from school, and awaiting their first year of college to begin. They both said that they were going to meet up with friends at the mall. For the weekend I suggested a trip up our cabin in the mountains. Situated on a small lake, it's the perfect get-a-way. Billy and I could fish and the girls could work on their tans. This was met with half-hearted approval and I thought, there goes another beautiful weekend in the boring cookie cutter world of suburbia, while that nice little cabin, on that pristine lake, sits empty.
So with a little less enthusiasm I got in my car, and Kim in hers, and we headed off to our 9-5's. As I neared my building I started to see flashing lights and a big commotion up ahead. When I got to the entrance to our parking lot my boss was standing there. He said that there had been a fire in the electrical room and that we would be shut down for at least a week. He said, "Go home Tom, enjoy your weekend, and take next week off. I'll see you the Monday after next, by then we should be all finished with the repairs." Suddenly my day took a turn for the better. I decided I'd go home, change, and grab my fly fishing gear and head to a nearby stream to see if I could entice a small mouthed bass or trout from the spring stocking to take my fly.
When I pulled into my driveway I saw that the garage door was open and my kid's car was still there. I really thought nothing of it, seeing that the mall wouldn't be open for another hour or two. As I came into the kitchen I heard noises, panting and moaning noises. I figured Billy was taking advantage of a parent free zone and was watching a porno on our big screen TV. But something about the sounds wasn't quite right, it didn't sound like a commercially produced porn video. Just as I was about to say something I heard my son's name moaned by the female voice.
It was that moment I realized it wasn't a video, it was real. My son was having sex with some girl in my living room at 9:30 on a Friday morning. Being the typical guy I was both envious that he was getting some good lovin' and upset that his sister was probably still in the house and could either walk in on them or was in collusion with him. Maybe, she had a guy in her room right now too! I slowed myself down and thought, they are both 18, I was young once and would have done the same thing. As I calmed down, my curiosity started to pique, who was this girl that Billy has in there? I figured I'd give a quick peek and then I'd go back outside and come in very loudly giving them enough time to compose themselves.
I peered around the corner and the first thing that came into view was my son's naked ass. As I cautiously moved around the corner I saw the legs of the still unknown, but obviously very happy girl. My son's bushy head of hair was moving rhythmically at the junction of her slender, athletic legs. A few more inches and I would be able to find out the identity of his mystery girl. I hoped her eyes were closed as I moved the last few inches.
Fortunately, her eyes were closed; unfortunately the girl was my very own daughter, his twin sister, Mary! I was in shock, if you would have asked me to list 100 girls that that could have been, she wouldn't have been in the top 1000. My surprise was so utterly complete that I couldn't have moved from that spot if my very life depended on it. My daughter was writhing and arching her back to the ministrations of her brother's tongue. As the fog in my mind started to clear I realized 2 things. One, I has having an obvious reaction to the erotic tableau before me, and two, for the first time I was viewing my children not as the little kids in need of protecting, but as vibrant, sexual beings.
My daughter's breasts were perfect, pale orbs with crisp lines, leading to her golden brown tan, topped with rose colored areoles, and 3/8 inch nipples pointing toward the ceiling. The look on her face was pure ecstasy, frozen as the waves of pleasure started to crash upon her brain. With one primal cry all the pent up energy came rushing out of her incredible body.
I quickly ducked back around the corner, my dick like iron in my pants. I suddenly realized how painful its cramped position was. Freeing my hardened dick, the combination of the release of pressure and my touch felt better than it should have. In the living room I could hear Billy sawing his cock into his twin sister and I couldn't stop rubbing myself. As their fucking got louder and more energetic so did my jacking off. Far too soon I knew my time had arrived and I was about to cum. With nowhere else to blast, I cupped my hand in front of my cockhead and shot ribbon after ribbon of semen. Finished and realizing I had to leave while they were still "occupied", I brought my hand up to my mouth and quickly licked up my deposit. (This is something I've done for years, and I especially love going down on my wife after we have made love and feasting on her creamed pie.)
I fastened my pants and as quietly as I could, I retreated back to my car. Putting it in neutral I coasted to the bottom of the driveway before starting the engine and driving away. I needed to think, my mind wasn't even sure where to begin. I came home and found my kids having sex with each other on the living room couch. The same couch that we have sat on as a family for countless movie nights and holidays, and it got me excited, so excited that I masturbated to sounds of their love making. I couldn't get my daughter's amazing breasts out of my mind. I drove for hours sometimes letting my mind wonder to nowhere and other times thinking about what to do with this new information. All the while that image of those perky tits heaving up and down kept creeping back into my head.
I decided I needed a fresh perspective, someone not tainted with that one thing that can overcome all reason and rational thought - a penis. I'd talk with my wife, tonight after the kids went to bed.
