Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"So we're having dinner with your 'hot lesbos' tonight."
My blood ran cold. Did I hear my brother right? Did he know what I did, spying on our new neighbors having sex? Did the girls know?!?
I'd met Kelly, our tall, tomboyish neighbor in the laundry room a couple of weeks ago and couldn't help myself from watching her nail and dominate her gorgeous femme Latina girlfriend Michelle. I'd been feeling guilty about invading their privacy and was paranoid that they would be able to read that shame on my face the next time I saw them.
"Uh, tonight?"
My brother Mark smirked. "What, you've got plans?"
I'd usually have a sharp comeback for Mark's putdown but the combination of nervous guilt and horny blood rushing through my brain was causing a brief worker's strike in the neurons.
"Sure, I'm planning a threesome with those twoβ"
"In your wet dreams", Mark said. "You're not turning any lesbians to the dark side."
I laughed. He had me, my bravado was as fake as his tan.
"How did you even meet those two?", I asked.
Mark said, "All us gays have a special homing beacon that helps us make plans for cocktails and reality drag show bingeing."
"No, really." My paranoia was fading. There's no way he could know I'd jerked off to our neighbors hot, kinky sex.
"I met them at the pool yesterday. The perks of unemployment."
"How did they look?"
"You're asking your gay brother to objectify a couple of women?"
"Dude, you've fucked more women than I have... in your former life." This one got him. Mark HATED being reminded of his success with girls in high school while he was still closeted.
"You're disinvited."
"C'mon man, you know my social life has been quiet lately", I whined. "Maybe they'll have some cute straight girl friends for me."
Mark took pity on me. "Fine. Dress well for a change and don't embarrass me."
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Two hours later we were standing at the door to 2F with a bottle of wine. I might have also brought a mild hard-on but I was pretty sure that wouldn't be as popular as the wine.
Michelle opened the door, her smiling white teeth gleaming in her brown face. "Hi Mark! And this must be the famous Paul I've heard about."
This wasn't helping my nerves. "Mark is a habitual liar so I disavow anything he's told you."
Kelly came from the kitchen, an apron still wrapped fetchingly around her slim body. "So you don't actually have a giant cock? Soooo disappointing."
Mark hugged Kelly and handed her the chilled white wine. "Nice burn, Kells. I hope the food isn't scorched, too?"
Michelle held up her hand, "Are we going to chat in the doorway all night or do you boys want some G & T's?"
I exhaled. "Yes. Cocktails, please."
It was one of the 15 days a year that San Francisco has actual hot weather and my eyes followed the tight little skirt framing Michelle's butt as she led us into the dining room where they had a little bar set up. My mind flashed back to seeing that same ass naked and being plowed by a butt-plug while Kelly took her pussy with a giant dildo. My mild hard-on was now heading towards full mast.
Kelly had returned to the kitchen and Michelle was mixing our gin and tonics. "Limes, yes? I can't live without limes. ClichΓ©d for a Latina but yeah."
As Mark made small talk with Michelle, my eyes kept drifting over to the glimpses I could get of Kelly through the doorway. She's apparently a big fan of the cut-off short shorts and from the front I could imagine that she wasn't wearing anything behind that apron.
Full mast achieved.
Michelle was telling Mark a story about her crazy TΓo RamΓ³n who used to make tacos for all the gangsters at their barbecues. Kelly walked in with a tray of salmon and a large, delicious-looking salad and I normally hate salads. She didn't miss a beat and joined the conversation.
"What about you guys? You must have your own crazy relatives?"
Mark smiled widely, "Actually, we're the only interesting ones in the whole fam. The rest are all back in the midwest tipping cows and messing with their cousins."