Please note: The characters in this story are all 21 years old, or older. This story deals with taboo situations among family members.
The trip to the climbing store was uneventful. Matt found all the items he needed, and purchased a new climbing harness. Angie found some fun climbing-related clothes and bought a couple of shirts. On the way home they picked up nasal tissue, and toilet paper.
Matt and Angie sat in chairs near the door to the pool house and spoke with their parents for an hour before diner. Their Mom said she felt worse and was hoping the medicine would start working soon. Their Dad said he felt the same, without any improvement. After a while, both parents reported feeling exhausted and went to lie down.
Later in the evening, after a meal of spaghetti and meatballs, Matt and Angie decided to watch a movie. They got some beer from the fridge in the garage and went to the TV room to pick a movie. A debate ensued. Matt was leaning towards a rewatch of Jaws or Aliens. Angie wanted to watch The Green Mile or The Revenant. Each made their cases, and teased the other about their choices. However, they could not agree.
Finally Matt suggested a compromise. He said there was a new website called wepick-youwatch.com. After answering a few questions about movie genre preferences, and the makeup of the audience, the site promised to pick a random movie they both would like, available on a streaming service of their choice.
Angie agreed to try the site, but made Matt promise that he would watch what ever the site recommended. Matt agreed. He hadn't actually used the site before so he was game to try it.
There were several questions that had to be answered. Matt answered the first five, then handed his phone to Angie to answer the last five. After Angie answered the last question, she submitted the survey. When the recommendation was presented she did a double-take.
"Oh," she said, then handed the phone to Matt.
Matt had a similar reaction.
"Ah, I didn't expect that," he said.
"Neither did I, but we're watching it. That was the agreement," said Angie.
Matt responded by picking up the remote and switched streaming services. He searched the list of movies until he found "Nymphomaniac: Part 1."
He looked at Angie who had moved to the love seat to sit down. It was the best place to sit, and watch TV. Each side had leg rests that would kick out when a button was pushed.
"You sitting here?" asked Angie.
"Yeah, but I gotta pee first," said Matt.
In the bathroom, Matt considered what he was in for. He hadn't watched the movie previously, but he had seen some of the sex scenes on porn sites. They were so explicit and revealing, he thought the sex wasn't simulated. From what Matt knew, the movie was full of sex scenes. He felt a little uneasy about sitting next to Angie because he figured he would become aroused, and his erection would grow.
"Shit...," he muttered. He flushed and headed back to the room. When he got back, Angie was gone. Maybe she had also gone to the bathroom upstairs?
Angie came back a couple minutes later with a couple more cold beer. She had changed into her pajamas. They consisted of short-shorts, and crop top. Matt was pretty sure she wasn't wear a bra either. He swallowed. He was going to be miserable.
"Got some more beer," said Angie offering one to Matt. He took it with a thanks.
When Angie sat next to him, he realized she had put on perfume. But had she? It was very subtle, so maybe not. He just hadn't noticed it previously. He was unsure, but he was definitely smelling it now.
"Here we go," he said, and started the movie.
Pretty soon the protagonist was being penetrated in a train bathroom as part of a contest.
"Damn, that looks real," remarked Angie. "Is it?"
In a weak voice, Matt responded, "I'm not sure. It might be."
Angie looked at him. "You ok big brother?"
Matt just nodded, and took a drink of beer.
It got worse for him.
After watching for another twenty minutes, Angie commented, "the sex she is having is so impersonal. Even with people she seems to have some relationship with. Its like she's just fucking to fuck, but isn't engaging with her partners. Don't you think?"
Matt gave a curt response, and a shallow nod. Obviously uncomfortable.
"I enjoy the intimacy of sex, you know? I love seeing the look of pleasure on my partner's face, knowing that I'm doing that to them. And just relaxing there while they reciprocate, letting my partner push me up and over the edge."
Matt didn't respond. He just starred at the screen as the protagonist mounted another partner.
"I'm out of beer," said Angie. "It's your turn to go get some." She nudged him with her shoulder.
Matt was mortified. His erection was nearly full. The way he was sitting, he had managed to keep things under control until Angie started talking about pleasuring her partners. His mind started to illustrate what she was saying and that was all it took to lose his precarious hold on his control. He was now headed for full erection. She expected him to stand up and go get the beer, and come back. He still had on his form-fitting climbing shorts with no underwear. He might as well be naked.
"Ah.. I don't think I can drink another beer. I ah, feel kinda full," he offered.
"Oh no, no, no big brother. It's your turn. You're not slouching out on the beer. Go get us some."
She paused the movie then pushed him to get up. Matt maneuvered himself awkwardly out of the love seat making an effort to hide his erection. Then he stumbled off to the garage to get the beer from the fridge.
Earlier, when Matt headed to the bathroom, Angie sprung up and raced upstairs to change. When she saw the movie they would be watching, her mind birthed a plan to take her game from earlier to another level.
She changed into short-shorts that showed the bottom of her cheeks, and gave her wicked camel-toe. She also didn't wear panties. Next, she put on a crop top without a bra. She often wore it to bed. The final piece was a very small amount of perfume, rubbed on her neck. On her way back to the TV room, she grabbed a couple more beers.
When she entered the TV room, she was reminded Matt still had on his climbing shorts. They would make it more difficult to hide his hard-on. And she was sure that between the movie and what she was wearing he was going to get hard. Perfect. She wanted another look at his dick.
When the movie's first sex scene started, she was astonished. It looked like the actors were actually having sex. How did a movie show real penetration, and still get distributed to a streaming service. She used this as an opportunity to tease Matt and asked him what he thought, trying to get him to verbalize what they were watching. His responses were very uncomfortable.
At some point he had adjusted his position obviously to hide his growing erection from her. That was disappointing, but Angie rolled with it. She waited a little while, then teased some more with some revealing thoughts on sex, and what she liked about it. Figuring this would make him more uncomfortable, she then insisted he stand up and go get more beer. He resisted, but then through a series of weird contortions, he managed to extricate himself from the love seat without revealing an erection she was sure was raging in his shorts.
"Damn, he's good," she thought.
After he left the room, she decided to push the envelop some more. She reached into her shorts and started playing with her pussy. She trailed her fingers along her labia feeling the moist secretions. She pushed two fingers in and pumped them in and out for about thirty second, making sure she was really wet. She pulled her hand out then started rubbing her pussy again, across the fabric of her shorts, letting the fabric absorb the moisture, creating a wet spot. When she was satisfied, she sat up crossed legged.
Matt came back into the room holding two beers unusually low. Angie saw that Matt's gaze fell upon the wet spot on her shorts. His eyes got wider and he took in a breath as if surprised. Angie said nothing and sat smiling, watching him.
When he got to the love seat, Matt made a turn away from her and then backed into the seat. He handed a beer to her.
She patted his thigh saying, "thanks big brother."
"Sure," said Matt.
Angie used the remote to restart the movie. After the scene played for a minute, she paused it again. Time for the next step in her evolving plan.
She turned towards him.
"Matt, is this movie getting you aroused, like it's getting me aroused?"
"Oh Christ," moaned Matt. "Yeah, maybe, I guess."
"Are you getting hard watching all this real sex?" she asked.
"Well, ah, that's how it works, right?" he replied.
Angie put her hand on his thigh. It spasmed involuntarily like she had shocked him.
"Matt, it's probably the beer talking, but this movie is making me wet. I might have to turn in early to rub one out, you know?"
"Oh, um, ok," managed Matt.
"Matt?"
