Author's Note:
This is a resubmission. I rewrote the ending because it didn't set itself up the way I wanted it for Chapter 4. You should only have to reread the last page and a half if you saw the last version of it. That's the only part that changed. Unfortunately this means that I have to rewrite what I had done with Chapter 4, since everything is a little bit different now. I can use a portion of it, but the entire intro has to be finished, as well as most of the dialogue. Comments are welcome, good or bad. I live for the feedback, and I hope you enjoy all of my stories.
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Steve was very happy with where his life was. He wasn't as young as he used to be, but even at the age of 40 he was still in the same shape he was in when he was 30, which was pretty good for a 30 year old. His job worked him hard, for long hours, but he liked what he did and was good at it, and the extended vacation time more than made up for the long hours on most days. He lived close to the office, so travel wasn't a problem either. Steve owned a nice car, a big house, and had a wonderful family of two daughters Sally and Jennifer, a son Matt, and his sexy wife Julie. When he wasn't on the road he always made sure to get home in time to see them all off to bed, especially his wife, who he loved to slip it to whenever he could.
The only thing that disturbed his perfect suburban life was something that his wife had said a couple weeks ago. It wasn't anything big, and he wasn't sure if he even believed her, but it had gotten him thinking a lot of things that he normally wouldn't have thought about. She had mentioned suspicions of their son and younger daughter being a bit touchy feely with each other, and she thought that something dubious was going on between them. Steve didn't see it though, and he highly doubted that anything was going on with them. They were growing up, and around the age where petty childhood differences didn't seem so big anymore, and siblings started acting like family instead of bickering prisoners of the same warden.
It wasn't the accusation of something going on between the siblings that was getting to Steve, though it did start him paying a little more attention to the goings on around the house. He noticed how little clothing each of the women living under his roof had been wearing lately, and how sexually they had been acting. A few weeks ago he had two daughters that were his little girls, and a couple of angels. Now, after a good deal of retrospection, he could see that for the last few years they were acting like a couple of sexpot devils. Both Jennifer and Sally were always running around the house in skimpy outfits, or wrapped in just a towel. They were always sashaying their hips as if vying for the attentions of men with every step they took.
It was Sally that he noticed more than Jennifer though. Before her dismissal at work, he saw Sally every morning as the two of them got up at the same time each morning. They showered right after each other (though in different bathrooms on different floors), and they ate breakfast together each and every morning. Steve would shower first, get dressed , have breakfast, and then head out for work. Sally would shower right after him, show up for breakfast usually in a panty/tank top set, and head up to get dressed after eating with her father, sharing the paper with each other. If she wasn't wearing underwear to the breakfast table, she was wearing a thin and short silk robe, or short shorts pajamas with some tight top of some kind. After work was more of the same, with both of his daughters. They were always running around in their underwear, or in some dramatically sexual and revealing outfits. It wasn't like they were overtly showing off, but they weren't trying to hide anything either.
Steve was very perplexed by what was going on. He had kept it out of his mind for a good long while, but he couldn't stop thinking about how there was no way his little girls were virgins anymore, and fantasies about what kind of adventures they must be getting in filled his head on a daily basis now. As the fantasies continued, he stopped picturing so many faceless men getting it on with his daughters, and he started picturing himself with them. He would picture Sally coming onto him as they ate breakfast, or he would imagine Jennifer slipping into the shower with him after a long trip. His mind was all over the place and he wasn't sure if he could take all of the "innocent" teasing that they had been putting him through lately.
While his father was in agony over what he was seeing around the house, Matt was in heaven because of it. The flesh he had been seeing from not only his sister's but his mother as well over the last few years had been quite a turn on, and the flesh he had been getting his hands on over the past few weeks was even better. He had caught his sister Jennifer in the bathroom brushing her teeth wearing just a t-shirt, and he lost control, taking her from behind and bending her over the sink, spanking her ass until she came screaming, and waking up their mother Julie. His mother was another chapter of the same story. She came onto him strong the other morning, until he was forced to bend her over the kitchen sink as she washed their lunch dishes. That encounter had been interrupted by the appearance of his oldest sister Sally coming home early after being fired from her job.
Matt was sure that Julie and Jennifer didn't know about each other, but he had been getting funny looks from Sally the last week or two. They were knowing looks, and they were piercing his soul. He wasn't sure if she knew about he and their sister or something he had forgotten about, but he was sure that she knew about something, and that was the only recent atrocity in his life that he could recall. Matt was also sure that he could get Sally into bed with him as he had done with Jennifer and Julie. She had been giving him the same looks that the other two had been giving him for about the same amount of time, since puberty had made him more manly. If he wasn't so sure that Julie and Jennifer were oblivious to each other, he would have thought that all three of them were in on it together, but that was too ridiculous even for this situation.
Matt turned his attention to the sex he had gotten from his mother the day before as he stroked himself before getting out of bed. They didn't finish, though he wished they had, but there would be time for that later. He was wondering whether he should go wake up his sister and give her a taste of his morning wood, or should he go to his mother and give her the ending that they both missed the other day. He decided against going to his mother, because that could tip Jennifer off that something was amiss. She was probably waiting for him to go to her right now, if not on her way over to him right now.
Then Matt remembered that Sally wasn't working anymore right now, and that she was probably in her room down the hall right now. She was seducible, but she could throw a wrench into his affair with his sister if he got caught going in or out of her room. There was a chance he could turn that into something even more fun, but there was also a chance that everything could blow up in his face if not done properly. He was so torn about what was going on in the house, he decided to not go to anyone's room, and to just get himself off in the shower before going downstairs for breakfast.
Jennifer was lying in her room, playing lazily and gently with her pussy, wondering if Matt would be making a trip to her room. She too was worried about Sally catching them, but not so much as she should have been. She too had been seeing those knowing looks from her older sister, and was pretty sure that they were about the sex she was having with their younger brother. The amazing, ear piercing, Earth shattering orgasmic sex that they had been having over the last few weeks. She really enjoyed sucking her brother off, or letting him fuck her when they could be caught at any moment. She stroked herself more actively as she thought about their encounter in the bathroom the other night. She was completely unaware that she had been caught the second time her brother did her, and that Sally had seen her get bent over the downstairs sink, and that she had been masturbating to the thought of joining the two of them for the last few weeks.
Sally was awake in her bed too. She heard the shower start, and wondered if it was her brother or sister. She didn't hear any doors open, so she was unsure of which room the person had come from. She thought about surprising whoever it was, and joining them in the shower regardless of which sibling it was. She never really thought of herself as bisexual, but she was. She hadn't done anything with another woman yet, but she was always fantasizing about getting down and dirty with any number of hot women she had known over the last few years. But what she really wanted was her brother, though she wouldn't turn down a roll in the sack with Jennifer, or her mother, or her father for that matter. Her father...
