Chapter 15
Friday Nights for Fuckin'
What happened next was totally unexpected. I went up to my room and showered, shaved and well, you know. Inasmuch as I had a good two hours before dinner, I decided to go for a run in keeping with my normal exercise regimen. I know, I know, I was no longer on the swimming team, but I still felt I owed it to myself to remain in tip-top shape.
So I found myself running in the park not far from home, something I had done all through high school.
If you recall I had come upon a couple making out a year earlier along this route and the guy had taken off, leaving the girl behind. After calming her down she'd been responsive to my offer to finish the fuck he'd started; and although I'd never seen her again, I still hoped to meet her again. Not necessarily along the trial, but somewhere in town. It just hadn't happened---yet.
Then it happened: Déjà vu with a twist.
On the very turn where I had come upon the couple mentioned a moment ago, I caught sight of a couple copulating not twenty feet from where the other couple had lain.
I came to a halt and stealthily moved closer. It was two women engaged in a torrid 69.
The one on top was a brunette and the one on her back was a black pantied blonde. They were both semi-clothed—the brunette wore a dress; the blonde a skirt—but both were up around their respective hips. The brunette seemed to lack any panties. At least I didn't see any lying around and she had none on.
I realized early on that I would have to remain a voyeur in this scenario, for my intrusion would in all likelihood put an end to their 69 and I might have to fight them off, or worse. And so I contented myself with watching and trying to learn something new.
Oh I wanted to fuck each of those juicy cunts; I wanted to slap each of those tight asses; and I wanted to cum all over each of their tits and faces. Yet I knew that was out of the question. It occurred to me that I still had not seen their faces, and I waited until they were totally engrossed in one another before improving my vantage point without calling attention to me.
In some respects I regret doing it, but what is done cannot be undone. The brunette shifted her thigh from the blonde's face and I saw my sister, Ashley!
It mattered little that I saw the brunette a moment later. I didn't know her. She was young, probably Ashley's age, or possibly a year or two older.
I remained frozen and they continued to see nothing but each other and I carefully distanced myself from them and went directly home to think about what I had seen and what I would do about it.
I couldn't deny that the blonde's body was to die for. And emblazoned in my mind were all those nasty things I had wanted to do to Ashley before I knew who she was. And that she would be coming to my bedroom later that night for a second round of sex and probably more.
Had she told the brunette about me? About fucking her brother before trysting with her female lover?
I watched my sister get the brunette off, and then left, being careful not to make a sound as I exited. My cock ached for release all the way home, and I found myself jerking off in the shower thinking of my sister munching away between the brunette's legs.
And still my mind perused what I'd seen---and what I'd been told: Two lovelies devouring one another's pussy. What else did they do after I left? Was this their first rendezvous? Not likely; a chance meeting in the park wouldn't trigger what amounted to public sex.
So then she must have been with the brunette before ... but how often?
I recalled her body shaking as she climaxed from the brunette licking her clit. Then memory became fantasy, and I visualized Ashley rubbing her perky tits all over my face then around my cock, and then taking me into her mouth.
Hadn't Ashley mentioned having anal sex with a guy from school?
I came suddenly, shooting a long string of cum against the side of the shower facing me.
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I spied Ashley before she made her entrance to the dinner table. She looked very appealing for someone who had been fucked by her brother and then a lesbian session with a female friend in the grassy section of a neighboring park.
She had on some nice slacks that showed the perfection of her ass, and a very subtle top that only gave one a hint of what treasures lay beneath the surface. And her hair was done up in a style I'd never seen her use before. I will say it was just right for her and I was certain she'd given it considerable thought before putting it up as she had.
I found I was right on the money in that regard, for Mother commented on her hairstyling as soon as Ashley sat down at the dinner table. Ashley thanked her for noticing and a slow flush crept up from her neck to the top of her head after she glanced my way.
Had she noticed me at the park? Or was she thinking about our appointment for later in the evening?
For me, dinner itself was an ordeal of sweet sexual yearning shoehorned between polite conversations. Mother wanted to hear all about college life. When provided a detail on classroom events worth recounting, she quickly recalled a similar instance from her own days at university. I did not mention my recent dismissal from the swimming team despite several references to my performance and how vastly (her words, not mine) I'd improved on my times for those events.
She was delighted with some of my antic dotes (none of which involved my sexual activities) but I had some decent tales that were humorous enough to keep everyone's interest up throughout the meal of rump roast, baked potatoes and asparagus.
To my surprise we had Jello for desert. I looked at Ashley and she told me it was part of Mother's diet and not a punishment.
I objected to her putting it in that context, only to have Mother shush me and tell us a story of her own that neither Ashley or I had ever heard before.
A few minutes later I was caught off-guard when Mother announced that she 'was tired, and would now excuse herself and retire for the night.' Both her caretaker and Ashley reassured me that this was usually the case following an afternoon of chemo-therapy.
I kissed my mother goodnight, and thanked the caregiver (a woman about 60 years of age) for all she was doing to make my mother's life as comfortable as possible.
The woman replied that my mother was a real trooper compared to her previous patients. She then took a moment to explain just how the chemo affects the human body and the pain and grief if brings while trying to kill the cancerous cells and that Mother was weakening on a daily basis.
She winked at me and added, "Your Mum is a sound sleeper, so I can watch television with the sound low until I find myself fallin' asleep."
Music to my ears.
Ashley promptly poured water on my sexual fantasies for the forthcoming evening, saying sotto-voice: "I think we need to talk."
My heart almost stopped, but somehow I kept my face from revealing anything unusual was occurring as she stood beside me toying with an earring and this was part of a normal conversation. The only one left in the room was the maid who was clearing the dishes from the table.
"I'm okay with what we did," she said. "I want you to know that. And ... while I'd love to have you bone me again ... oh, god would I love that ...."
"Get to the point, Ashley," I said rather tersely since I thought I knew what was coming.
"I loved what happened this afternoon, Donald, really I did. I love you in more ways that you know, but ...."
There it was ... the big BUT.
"... I think you know we....we'd never get away with it."
"No, I don't know that," I replied, making certain we had direct eye contact as I uttered the words. Ashley visibly flinched at my words, and then composed her face revealing nothing further.
Oh, I knew better of course, if we were caught in an incestuous, sexual relationship it would likely destroy family relationships as well as our social and professional lives before actually starting them.
Still I pushed on; thinking of that night's pending rewards before anything else. "I'm sorry, Ashley, that was cruel and unfair of me. Please forgive me. Actually I think we'll be okay if we just accept what we've done, and leave it at that. We weren't caught. No one knows what we've done, so it should be easy."
