That weekend with his sister and wife had Dale desiring more erotic adventures. He was aware of at least one local adult store that had information on incest activities. The curious husband wanted to explore the possibilities more.
Dale figured that meeting those living the same lifestyle his family would this new lifestyle better. These people would be more open and adventurous. Besides, partying with these types ensured secrecy would be maintained.
Dale enters the place named, "Twin Peaks". It was just off the main drag. The building had been around for years. He had heard it was where to go to learn about the most erotic of lifestyles.
A little bell announces his entrance. It was a converted house. A former home that is left standing when the neighborhood had gone from residential to business. It was large and could accommodate much in the way of merchandise.
Dale walks into what used to be a front room. Black sheets and posters cover all the windows. This was to ensure the privacy of the patrons. A number of portable shelves hold videos, DVD's and other such material. Makeshift announcements decorate the walls tells of sales on old videos and/or sexually related items.
A room off to the left was filled with displays of dildos, plastic dolls, vibrating balls, creams and other such aids. Rows of magazines covers the back wall. Near it was a group of items that are for the gay and lesbian crowd.
"Can I help you, Sir," a sweet voice asks.
He turns to see a set Nubian beauties standing behind the counter in the center of the room. They are stunning! They are identical! They are twins! Dale was surprise to see such women in a place like this.
Both sport long raven-haired tresses that drop midway on the back. The deep brown chocolate complexions enhance the natural ethic beauty. Both had a pair of large, perfectly rounded breasts that push against the thin material of too small crop tops. Nice, large nipples protrude proudly.
"Was there something special you're lookin' for?" the first girl asks with a dimpled smile. It adds to the girlish face.
"Yes," Dale answers moving toward the twins, "I've heard you specialized in family fun."
"Family fun?" the first girl query, moving around the counter.
The second girl leans onto to the glass top counter. A set of large mounds lay against the surface. Pressure expands the dark orbs. This enhances the cleavage. Dale couldn't help but notice it! It had to be an intentional act.
"Incest," he clarifies stopping next to the approaching sales girl. "I understand this place specialized in such activity."
"Are'ya into that?" the girl behind the counter asks leaning even further.
The one next to him smells fantastic. Dale already had a hard on due to these women's appearance alone. Both are short and very sexy.
"You might say that," Dale coyly answers.
"Doin' or watchin'?" the one next to him questions.
"That depends on whatcha got," he responds, being elusive.
"Well, honey," the girl behind the counter, explains, "If you're watchin', you'll stay out here with this stuff," she finalizes with a sweeping hand, "If you're a doer, you'll go somewhere else."
The one next to him prods, 'So?"
Dale scans the girl. A nametag angles on a left breast. It reads, "Pat". Her titties are inviting. The halter was definitely too small.
"I'm a doer," he admits slowly.
The smile on the cute face grows. Dale could have sworn the nipples also increase. That could have been wishful thinking on his part.
"Then perhaps I can help you." she asks, "You're got the front, Pam?" Pat asks the other girl.
"Yeah, Sis." she permits with a smile, "Take ya time with 'im"
Pat gives the customer the once over. He was a tall, well-developed outdoorsy type. The broad, dimpled smile is presented again.
"Toss me the keys, Sis," she orders. "I'm gonna show 'im the specialty room."
Pam pulls a ring from behind the counter and throws them. A metallic jingle is heard as they soared. Pat snatches the keys from flight.
"So what are'ya wantin' today, sugar?" she asks interlacing her arm with his.
"A way to meet others with my tastes," Dale answers.
She escorts him toward one of the back rooms. Pat's smell was increasing his sexual urges. She was caressing a muscular arm with fingertip touches.
"Again," Pam reinforces, "Take ya time!"
"I'm gonna," Pat shouts back to her sister, "You can bet I'm gonna."
Arm and arm the two of them moves to a black sheet covered doorway. She pulls back the drape indicating he should enter.
"I'm gonna ask ya some personal questions, honey," she explains, "This so I can figure out if I got what you want."
"Shoot away," Dale permits.
Inside was a small atrium. A padlocked door was at the opposite end of the room. A singular blue light gives illumination to the space.
"So, sugar," Pat, asks as they step up next to the door, "Are'ya bangin' any kinfolks now?"
The bluntness of the question surprised Dale. One a few weeks back the young husband could have responded with a simple "Hell, no!" But now to be honest to this black vixen, the answer wouldn't be simple.
"Well?" she prompts as the key jingles from the slender fingers separating them.
"We're talkin' privacy here?" Dale asks ensuring her word.
"Baby," she promises placing the key in the lock, "I'm lik'a lawyer. What's said don't go no where."
"My sister," he answers slowly.
"Oh, really?" she responds with a wider grin. The girl's face lights up. "Oomph!" she sounds pushing open the door.
"I wanna hear more, Tiger," she states while moving inside the next room.
Dale follows. She flips on a nearby switch. The room lights up.
"Now here's what you want," she proudly states.
The room was filled with videos, toys and magazines. A computer set up was in a far corner. It had a screensaver reading, "Incest is a real family activity"; with a computer generated couple fucking below the words.
"Everything you ever wanted to know about incest an' are afraid to ask," Pat chirps.
"Everything?" Dale questions.
"Everything," she promises with an inviting smile.
Dale couldn't believe how outwardly sexy this African-American girl was! The small top didn't conceal anything. She might as well be naked from the waist up.
Again, intertwining a smooth arm in Dale's Pat gives a tour of the space. She keeps bumping a nice hip against his. Her grip tightens on a muscular arm.
"This computer," she begins, "has a data bank with over thousand names of individuals, couples and groups searching for partners. It also has listings for the local swingers' clubs and spots," she asks, "Are'ya aware that this town has the only incest swinger club on American soil?"
"Really?" Dale asks surprise.
"Yes." she qualifies, "But it is a very exclusive club. It takes months, even years to get invited to."
They move over to the shelves of tapes and DVD's.
"Here is the finest collection of incest movies in the world," Pat brags proudly, "These are real acts of incest. Not actors but real folks," she adds smugly, "My sister an' I have done a special effort to create the best true incest video library around."
"You sister an' you?" he wonders.
"Yeah." Pat explains, "My twin. We owned this place," she asks, "Ya didn't think we worked for someone here?"
"I really didn't think about it at all," Dale honestly answers. "Where do I start?"
He was still amazed at the contents of the room.
"Well," Pat purrs, "how about this hot sister action?" she moves up next to the handsome customer, "I need to know more."
She rubs Dale's chest slowly. Pat looks up with devious brown eyes. He suddenly realizes that more than a magazine could be gotten from this place.
"I think a man who fucks his sister is hot!" she coos. "Do'ya fuck her often?"
"Every chance I get," Dale answers hotly feeling hardness in the tight pant grows.
"Do'ya eat her sweet cunt?" Pat huskily whispers rubbing the large flesh mounds against his chest.
"You're really into a man fuckin' his sister," he notes placing a right hand on a well-rounded ass cheek.
"A man who screws his sister," Pat hisses, "is a man with no inhibitions."
A left hand is placed on the other asscheek. Dale squeezes both gently. Pat's arms wrap around his neck.
"I can't help it," she confesses with a smile, "I can't resist a free thinkin' man." she licks a set of full inviting lips. "We love sex an' that's why we own such a place." Dark red lips are shiny with saliva. They are even more inviting.
Dale pulls Pat up. They kiss deeply. Tongues play tag. Strong hands grasp more of the firm ass cheeks. She finds his.
Dale then lifts her up onto a nearby counter. He leans in between the curvy, brown legs. Their lips never separate with the movement.
Dale's hands move up to the waistband of the tight running shorts. They snake inside. A warm bare ass is touched. It was a feeling that was a surprising delight.
"I see you don't wear panties," he murmurs while nibbling her neck.
"Sexy girls don't," Pat sighs, "They wear nothin' so they're all ready for a dick." she places kisses all over his blonde head.
