Foreword
: This story has nine chapters of about this length. The first four chapters are one-on-one with each family member, with dialogue suggesting faux incest. The last four chapters involve actual incest and group sex, including father-daughter, mother-son, and brother-sister. There are mild to moderate fetish elements, including feet, restraints, anal play, and spanking.
The Foundling
Chapter 6: Brother & Sister
Abby stirred sleepily, opening one eye to glance at the old-fashioned analog clock on her bedside table, which showed that it was already after ten in the morning. She snuggled back down in the blankets, pushing her naked back against the bare breasts of her foundling sister, who was once again spooning her as they slept in the nude. She was reluctant to admit it, but she couldn't remember ever sleeping as well as she had the last couple of weeks, whether because of the lack of clothes or the post-orgasmic satisfaction that was an almost nightly ritual ever since her sister moved in. Either way, she was getting quite accustomed to it, even if the thought of how wanton it made her seem still caused the occasional blush of shame.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" said Shannon, reaching around to cup Abigail's sex, running a finger through the lips and making her shiver with pleasure. "Looking forward to a weekend without the parents around?" she whispered teasingly, tickling Abby's ear with her breath.
"Meh," she replied, struggling to keep her hips from moving too much. "They left us so many chores to do, I doubt we'll have much time for fun." She squirmed as the digit gently probed her, trying not to moan out loud.
"Oh, I think we can squeeze in some shenanigans," Shannon said mirthfully, licking and kissing at Abby's earlobe, finally provoking a groan of lust. The dam broke, and the girl's whole body began moving in time with Shannon's rhythm, although she still tried to keep her sounds of pleasure as quiet as possible.
Just before Abby reached a peak of satisfaction, the fingers and lips were withdrawn, and Shannon bounded out of bed. "We'd better get hopping if we're going to finish our errands!" she chirped, bending over to rummage in the bottom drawer of their dresser. "I even got us special matching thongs to wear while we work!" She tossed a small scrap of fabric on the bed near her sister as she pulled hers on, which barely covered anything. Her mound and tuft of pubic hair were clearly visible through the almost-transparent cloth.
Groaning and then sighing, Abby complied with the implicit demand, having gotten quite used to wearing whatever Shannon suggested. The filmy material was almost immediately soaked with her juices, increasing its translucence, although that was more indicative of the small size of the panties than of the quantity of her leaking lubrication. She expected it to be paired with a too-short skirt and something that would show of her boobs, but she wasn't prepared for her sister's answer to the question of what else they were wearing.
"Nothing!" Shannon said brightly as she brushed away her bedhead. "It'll be really sexy to walk around the house with nothing but our panties on!"
Abigail sputtered as she tried to articulate any of the dozens of objections that immediately sprang to mind, but not a single one made it past her lips. The most she could do in protest was emit an anxious squeaking noise, which made Shannon laugh again. She strutted back to the bed and sat down beside Abby, beginning to brush her sister's hair. The relaxation of being pampered helped her to find her voice, but the closest she could come to a denial was a weak expression of concern: "But Jake will see us."
"I know!" gushed Shannon, sounding excited as always. "That's the best part! He'll go completely bonkers when he gets a peek at your titties!" She tossed the brush aside to cup Abby's breasts from behind, squeezing and bouncing them. Abigail privately thought Shannon's were much nicer than her own, although they were a close match in size and shape, and she was well aware of how much attention they got from the rest of the family. It wasn't until that very moment that she realized her own had been drawing nearly as much admiration, and the sudden epiphany made her gasp with lust, bloom with pride, and cringe with shame all at once. She didn't understand how she could have remained so oblivious to the stares for so long.
"This feels... wrong," Abby muttered.
"Oh, pooh!" said Shannon, "It's perfectly natural to enjoy admiring sexy people, and to enjoy being admired for your sexiness!"
"But, family..." Abigail tried to protest, though she quickly trailed off.
"Totally beside the point!" Shannon stated firmly, standing up. "Now, let's go downstairs! I think Big Brother is already outside working on the lawn, anyway!"
Feeling a very slight sense of relief at the reprieve from displaying herself to Jacob, Abby reluctantly followed her sister out of the bedroom. They paused to take care of their morning rituals first, and then decided to go ahead and clean the bathroom while they were there. Abigail's breasts weren't huge, but they were big enough to bounce and sway distractingly as she wiped and scrubbed. At first it was surreal to be working topless, and almost bottomless, but she was slowly able to put it out of her mind and concentrate on the chores.