The next Friday I got home from school earlier than Rachel. She had to make up a test after school and was going to be getting a ride home from a friend around 7 o'clock that evening. Before we had started all this, she'd be out real late most Friday nights, if she even came home at all. But lately she was spending a lot more time at home with her loving older brother, and I had no complaints about that.
I entered through the front door, taking my shoes off and dropping my backpack next to them like an animal, like a wild gorilla who doesn't even know that people might trip over it out there in the open.
"Mom, I'm home!" I called out as I sauntered over to the kitchen. I crossed the dining room and entered through the wide archway opening to see my mom chopping vegetables on a cutting board on the kitchen "island" countertop. I've heard that people covet the kitchen "island", but I'd always taken it for granted, having grown up in a nice house with fancy things like kitchen islands and large fenced-in backyards.
"Hey, baby," Mom said, glancing up at me from her domestic work and then quickly looking back down. "Where's your sister?"
"You don't remember?" I said back. "She's making up her Chemistry test that she missed on Wednesday.
"Ah, of course," Mom replied, remembering that Rachel had been out of school for a short while on Wednesday for a followup appointment at the dermatologist. The doctor had finally concluded that Rachel's acne problem was solved. He had said something along the lines of "Most people grow out of that problem, and it seems you've reached that point in your life." Rachel didn't tell him about the miracle cure she had found, even though she could have lied and said she was getting it from someone other than her brother. I guess she would have felt awkward to mention that to her doctor regardless.
"So, what's for dinner?" I asked my mom. She was still chopping away at fresh celery, carrots, and broccoli.
"I'm getting a salad ready for later, and there's a frozen pizza in the freezer. We're either having that, or I'll whip up some spaghetti. We'll decide when your sister gets back."
"Sounds good," I said, praying that we'd have the pizza. I remembered packing it into the freezer. It wasn't a delivery pizza, it was actually a frozen Digiorno. So many people get that mixed up, and I'll never understand why. Want a Fanta? Don't you want a?
I decided that I did, and grabbed an Orange Fanta out of the fridge. I cracked it open while swinging the refrigerator door shut with my bare foot. I took a sip as my mom started talking to me about something interesting.
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"So. David," Mom started a little awkwardly. "I don't know how you'll feel about this, but I really hope you'll be OK with it."
I finished my sip, saying "AHHHH," in a cartoonishly loud and annoying way. "Go on," I said facetiously as I took another sip of delicious orange fluid.
"So I was wondering if we could just go ahead and make it like a weekly, family thing. Something we do together on a regular basis. I feel like you guys are growing up and drifting away from me. And I love seeing you two so close to each other, you know? So comfortable with each other."
I finished my sip. "AAAAAHHHHHHH," I said again, louder and more obnoxiously than before. Man, I'm good at amusing myself. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Mother."
"Don't be coy, you little shit," Mom said back to me, grinning and looking up from the cutting board. "You know what I'm talking about. That thing you and your sister do together. Your sister's skincare routine. What do you think? I want to be more involved in y'all's lives. I love you guys so much."
"We love you too, Mom. Well, I do, I can't speak for Rachel. But I bet she does."
"Yeah. Uh-huh. You always were a smart-ass. But what do you think? Really."
I thought about it, but only for about half a second. "I don't have a problem with it. If it's okay with Rachel, we can make it a weekly thing. The three of us."
Mom beamed. "I love you baby," she said to me, and then her smile faded a little bit before disappearing completely. "No one else knows about it, do they? Please tell me no one knows about it. I know it's innocent enough, but people wouldn't understand. They'd think we're from Alabama or Tennessee or something. Or, oh, God. Texas."
"Don't worry, Mom," I reassured her, "no one knows about it. Not even Rachel's dermatologist."
"Okay, all right," she said, calming back down as she returned to the chore of turning whole vegetables into smaller pieces. "We'll ask your sister when she gets home in a couple of hours."
We decided to have the pizza (Score!). Over dinner, Mom broached the subject with Rachel. She didn't have any problem with it, and seemed more than happy to oblige. Rachel asked me how I felt. I told her that Mom had already asked me earlier and I said I was fine with it as long as my sister was. We agreed that Thursday nights would be the usual time, but since it was already Friday, we'd do it tonight this week instead.
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We finished our dinner and cleaned up in the kitchen together.
"So, David," Mom started before we departed to other parts of the house, "Would you rather get ready and call us into your room before you finish? Or do you mind if your sister and I hang out in there while you get ready? It did seem like you watching your sister kinda helped?" and she glanced down at my crotch before looking back up at me curiously.
"Oh, yeah," Rachel butted in, "no one bother asking me." Before we could react, she continued, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I guess I *should* help out if I can. But maybe I shouldn't have masturbated in front of you last time, David."
"But you were just doing it to help your brother finish, right?" Mom cut in. Rachel agreed that she was. "Then I think it's all right," Mom decided. " It didn't bother you, did it, David?"
"Oh, uh," I sputtered, "no, it was fine."
"Do you like seeing your sister's body?" Mom raised her eyebrows at me. "What I mean is, did it help you finish?"
"I... Yeah," I said. Rachel smiled at me.
"And," Mom continued, "It didn't bother you to see her masturbate in front of you like that?"
"No," I said. "It was kinda cool, I guess." That's me trying to act nonchalant.
We were all standing in the entrance-way to the kitchen. I was wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt, which did nothing to hide the erection that quickly grew after picturing Rachel on the floor in front of me rubbing her shaved, slippery vagina. Mom looked down at my crotch and raised her eyebrows. She kept her eyes there as she said "Just kinda cool, huh?"
Rachel was looking too. Mom suggested that we all go to my room. We did.
We wound up sitting on the orange couch in my room in the same positions as last time: Mom on the left, me in the middle, and Rachel on the right. My pajama pants didn't have a hole in the front, so I went ahead and slid them down to my ankles and kicked them off. I looked to my right and saw my sister's hungry eyes fixated on my penis. I wondered if Mom was noticing the way she looked at me. I glanced to my left and she was looking down as well. I started to masturbate, slowly going over the head of my penis to try to make a good show for those hungry eyes.
"There you go, baby," Mom said quietly, fixated on the motion in front of her. "Get ready for your little sister. Rachel, you want to help your brother again?"
Rachel got up without a word and pulled her shirt off over her head, now naked aside from her thin cotton panties. She sat down on the floor a few feet in front of me and leaned back to give me a good view of her breasts. I wanted to reach out and touch them. I wanted to put myself into the warm and dark and wonderful space between them.
I started to stroke a little faster while taking in the view of my sister's beautiful body. Mom noticed. With a giggle she asked, "You really like your sister's breasts, don't you?" Before I could answer, she turned to my sister. "Rachel," she said, "what do you think about letting your brother kiss one of your nipples?"
"That's fine with me, it's just a nipple. If I ever had a kid, they'd suck on em. What do you say Davey, wanna kiss a nip?" I nodded yes. My little sister pinched her right nipple and grinned up at me.
Rachel stood up and took a couple steps over to me. I scooted to the edge of the couch, still stroking myself. Mom watched closely as Rachel bent down, giving me access to her right breast. I gently slurped her pink areola into my mouth. I flicked her hard nipple up and down with my tongue. I sucked it several times, sometimes gently, sometimes not so gently.
"Go ahead and get the other one, too," Mom suggested. I broke away from the right breast, and Rachel turned to to give me access to the other one. This nipple hadn't been pinched, so it felt softer and more formless in my mouth. The nipple perked up a little bit when I flicked it with my tongue, but not to the same level as the pinched right nipple. I continued stroking myself as I made out with my sister's breast. How closely was Mom watching? What did her face look like? I wondered but could not tell in that moment.
"David," Mom asked, venturing further, "Would you like to put your penis in between your sister's breasts? I really think it'd help you finish. And it's not really sexual, anyway. Breasts aren't really a sex organ."
"They are if you have sex with them," I joked nervously.
"Well, I'm down," Rachel offered quietly but with no hesitation, grinning as she jiggled her tits up and down opposite each other in front of my face. "I guess we can try that," I replied. Mom was delighted.
Rachel stood up in front of me, her nipple popping out of my mouth. She held her breasts apart and dribbled some bubbly spit down to the space between them.
"Rachel," Mom said, "Come here, let me help you with that." Rachel took a few steps over to her and spread her breasts apart, facing our mom directly. Mom spat forcefully onto Rachel's chest, missing the center and getting most of her slimy spit on Rachel's left breast. Rachel then used her right hand to rub the mixture of hers and our mom's spit into the space between her tits, while holding her left tit out of the way with her other hand.
"All right," Rachel said, kneeling down in front of me. "Just titty-fucking my big brother, nothing to see here." I scooted closer to the edge of the couch. Mom's eyes were glued to my penis. Rachel pushed her tits up into my lap with my dick in between them. Her wide pink nipples were pointing up at me from either side of my cock. Rachel put her hands on both sides of her tits, but didn't close them around me just yet. She looked up at me. "All right, moment of truth. You ready? When I push these titties together, you'll officially be titty-fucking your baby sister. Is that something you can live with, soldier?"
