In the previous chapter Nynke and Mary were exploring the ingenious video system their fathers had installed in the house. Through this system they had witnessed how Nynke's brother, with two of his former High School friends, had fucked both their mothers, Sasha and Nicole. This happened in the last week before the summer holidays last year.
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On the big screen we saw the boys in the TV-room downstairs. My friend and I were both heated up considerably through the graphic images. Mary admitted she wouldn't mind being banged by the three of them. She made the video system zoom-in to the crotches of the boys, shifting the image from one to the other, lingering at the semi-hard cocks. Because of the powerful close up we could clearly witness how their shafts were coated with the combination of their sperm and the cunt-juices of our mums, who had just left the scene.
"Yeeeah, what the fuck! Bad luck we were away with our school class!" Mary said.
"Yep, but if we had been around at the time they probably wouldn't have let us know what was going on. It was last summer, remember, before my 18th birthday... we were still completely in the blue concerning the sexual frolics in our families... That leaves me puzzled how long ago this all started. When did Lenn start having sex with my mother, or your mother for that matter! Maybe the archives will give an answer!"
We scrolled through the menu to the archives. The oldest folder was a few years back. But then we saw a folder which said 'oldies'. Mary clicked on the folder, and we saw a list of various named files. The names ranged from '3-some with Nicole' to 'SNJM0001' and from 'the_new_bed' to 'this is HOT'. The files were sorted in historical order. We found a file called Lenny18. Mary clicked on the avi-file and the clip showed on the screen. Apparently this was from the time the system was not as elaborate as it is now; it looked much more like a normal home video. The image was still really neat, with good lights and probable shot from a tripod. The first minute or so showed nothing really interesting. The camera zoomed in to a big birthday cake with 18 candles. Lenny came into the shot and blew all the candles out.
"Hé, I now this one! It's the first home video we made with our new camera, the night before my brother's 18th birthday! I must have been, uh, 13 years old? Very early the next day I left for a few days to stay with my aunt Fiona. Therefore we had decided to celebrate Lenny's birthday the night before..., or did we..."
We saw the normal family affairs that go around at someone's birthday. But at one point the camera got a real good shot at my thighs as I lay back on the couch. My baby pink panties was clearly in view.
"Gee, that must be a shot Lenn must have loved a lot!" Mary said. "Just imagine how he probably has drooled over this... Or do you think he has never thought of you other than as being his kid-sister?"
My face turned red, just from the thought that probably my brother, and certainly my father and John, must have viewed this at least a couple of times.
"No wonder that our fathers have the hots for us. They probably have excited themselves during all those years," I said, "looking intently at the few glimpses they have of our panties clad crotches... So innocent and so promising at the same time."
"Don't forget the hundreds of shots there must be of us in our swim suits!"
"Hé, now you mention that, go back to the menu! I think there was a file named 'Baywatch'. Wasn't that the infamous series with Pamela Anderson intended to arouse men watching beautiful women clad only in bright red bathing suits..."
"Yeeah! I remember how my dad watched every episode of the series! Normally he didn't give a shit about TV, but when Baywatch was on..."
Meanwhile we navigated back to the archives and hit the Baywatch file. The screen was filled with a blown up image of me in a summer dress... I danced through the garden, and occasionally my panties were visible. It was a red scanty garment. Then the image changed to little me dressed in a black bikini, diving from the diving board in the local swimming pool. Parading around the pool the camera followed me in slow motion, now zooming in on my butt and than on my crotch, depending which way I walked. The next frame showed Mary clad only in a yellow bikini bottom, somewhere on a beach. She must have been approximately 15 years old. In the end the shot zoomed in to her crotch, and we could clearly see her tiny girls slit beneath the yellow short... a really nice camel toe. Many clips of Mary and me were put together in an unending array of panties galore. Our fathers had assembled clips form old videotapes together into this home made babewatch movie. It was top notch wanking material of the type that must have put our fathers to the brink of climaxes over and over again.
"OK, I appreciate that a man probably gets really hot and nicely hard just watching you and me clothed like that, but I'd like to go back now to where we were, to the 18th birthday of Lenn," Mary said with a grin.
I got us back to the birthday video. Off course the rest of that particular movie wasn't all that interesting. So I hit the fast forward button. And then the video became really intriguing after all. As I was off to bed, my father opened a bottle of Champaign at midnight, marking the beginning of Lenn's birthday. Than my mother explained to Lenny that his birthday present had to wait until the next morning.
"Lenny, we have a real nice present for your 18th. I can assure you we won't disappoint you, but you'll have to wait a few more hours until Nyn has left the house for Aunt Fiona. I suggest we go to bed and get a good night sleep. Than in the morning at breakfast, after we will have waved Nyn goodbye, you can uncover your present."
"Whoops, if that isn't a confirmation of your presumption that your parents and your brother did hide some matters to you..."
"Yep, and I think this can become really interesting, for it is Lenny's 18th birthday. Remember what my parents have actually done with me since my birthday... I hope they have taped what was going on the next day, when I was gone that is. The waving and kissing goodbye sequences at breakfast are familiar to me. It was our first digi cam, and my father was really keen at that time with his new toy. He simply must have shot a lot of tape those days. Let's see if there is any footage that I have never seen thus far!"
We hit the fast forward again and witnessed the hugging and giving of good advice for my upcoming trip to Aunt Fiona. I travelled by train, and the trip would take some 10 hours, if I remember it well.