It was nearly dark when Janie returned to the house.
"Janie?" came a voice from upstairs, followed by the rapid thunks of Luke's feet as he clambered down the stairs. He came to a stop right in front of her.
"Are you ok? Where were you?"
For the briefest moment, she thought about confessing that she had seen him--peeped, really--receiving a blowjob from Meredith. But she wasn't prepared to respond to the hundred questions that would inevitably arise. The fact was, despite the last two hours of posing the same questions to herself, she was no closer to a truthful answer.
"Nowhere," she said in her best nonchalance. "I just... decided to take a walk."
"Where?" he asked. His eyes were searching her, she knew, for some sign that she had seen his little assignation with Meredith.
"Around the neighborhood. It's really beautiful. But I got a little turned around and it took me a while to find my way back." There, she thought. That sounded plausible enough. "How was the library thing? Did you just get home?" Cool as a cucumber.
"Uh...." It seemed like
he
might say something now, but decided to drop it. "Good. It was good. I just got back a little while ago."
"Cool," she said.
"Cool," he said.
"Sooooo... pizza?"
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After dinner, the pair shared the couch and watched a mildly entertaining sci-fi movie that Luke picked out. Midway through a fight sequence, the female lead ended up kneeling in front of the male lead. One of them made a sexually suggestive quip, and the fight recommenced. Janie felt herself tense up. She chanced a glance at Luke, whose eyes were determinedly fixed on the screen.
Once the credits rolled, they said their goodnights, went to their respective bedrooms, and closed the doors.
Janie barely made it through a page of her smutty novel before she rolled over and retrieved Meredith's vibrator from her drawer. She was practically panting as she ripped her clothes off until she was naked, flicked the vibrator to life, and held it firmly to her pussy.
She had tried to bury the images of today's events deep inside, but now, in the privacy of her bedroom, she allowed them to come bubbling up and wash over her. Luke's penis--his cock--huge and angry looking being worshipped by Meredith's wet, drooling mouth. That one had also been in her best friend's mouth.
The illicitness of it, and the sheer, raw sexuality. What would people say if they knew? That they should not have done it. That she was too old for him. That the act was too brazen. And certainly that Janie should not have watched. But they had. And she had. And now here she was with a buzzing piece of plastic shoved up her twat given to her by the
very woman
that had sucked her brother's dick. Oh god, it all felt so terribly good.
She wondered what Luke was doing right now. Suddenly, Meredith's words came back to her. "I wouldn't be surprised if you jerk this hard cock tonight thinking about me. In fact, I'd be flattered."
That's what she'd said to Luke. Was it true?
Janie hesitated only a moment, then, overcome by the need to know, she crept to her door and cracked it open. All was dark in the hall, save the faint glow of a street lamp coming in through the bathroom window. The only sound was the beating of her own pulse. At the end of the hall, Luke's bedroom door was closed, but a bluish light flickering at the threshold indicated that his computer screen was on.
She eased her door open and took a step into the hall, naked and exposed. Her skin tingled and she could feel the draft from an air conditioning vent blow across her nipples, which set them on edge. This was madness! He could come out at any minute. But she pressed on.
Nearing his door, she thought she heard a faint sound--a moan, maybe. Another few steps forward and she heard it again more clearly. A groan, then a fleshy, flapping sound.
"Oooh, fuck, yeah. Suck me so good." It was Luke, masturbating, just as Meredith had predicted. Probably watching porn. What kind of porn does he watch, she wondered. Had he always been attracted to older women, or did he like girls like Regina, her supposed best friend? Did he jerk off thinking about her "tight little body" and flawless olive skin, so different than her own. Whatever it was, it was clearly working, because his moans of pleasure and the speed of his handiwork were increasing.
Janie realized she was already touching herself, and upon realizing she reveled in the dirtiness of it and rubbed herself harder, craning her neck to catch every stray sound from behind the door. She assumed he masturbated. He was a boy. But she had never lingered on the idea. Did he know that she did it, too? And now here they were, alone under the same roof, masturbating separately but together.
"Meredith...," he groaned.
Yes, of course he was thinking of Meredith. With her big tits and her blowjobs. That bitch. She had no right to intrude on this family. Plying her with sex toys and seducing her brother.
Janie rubbed her clit faster, trying to match Luke's pace.
Meredith. That slut! Brazenly stripping down and demanding that her nipples be played with. She liked them pulled hard? Well, Janie could play that game too.
She twisted one of her nipples so hard she almost cried, and it shot a bolt of electricity right down to her pussy.
"Oh, fuck. Take my cum!" cried Luke.
Janie went rigid, then her whole body began shaking as she orgasmed alongside her brother. She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from shouting, then fell to her knees.
After a minute or so, once the tremors subsided and she regained control of her legs, she silently made her way back to her room, crawling on all fours. She closed the door and climbed into bed, unable to muster the energy to turn off the light, let alone put the vibrator away. The haze of lust was clearing and the enormity of her perversions were laid bare. She had spied on her own brother, not once but
twice
today, in his private sexual acts. She has masturbated while doing it. Whether it was some dawning attraction to him or merely the illicitness of voyeurism itself was a question she was not willing to examine at this time.
Sleep found her, but not quickly enough.
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Janie stood on the doorstep for what seemed like an eternity, unable to bring herself to ring the bell. She'd been thinking of nothing but this conversation since Sunday night. All of Monday had gone by without an opportunity. Now, Luke had finally left the house to go for a run and Janie had scant minutes to herself, and yet was paralyzed.
Finally, steeling herself with two quick breaths, she jammed her finger into the doorbell and winced. The door opened instantly. Meredith stood there, obviously expecting her. She was dressed for a workout, wearing a yoga pants and a sports bra that was trying its best to contain her massive boobs. Damn, thought Janie. I hope I look that good at her age.
"I was wondering when you were going to get up the nerve," she said. "Standing on my porch for so long, I was about to send out a pillow and blanket in case it took all night. Come on in," she said, as she turned and walked away.
Janie flushed, but tried not take the bait. "I won't stay long. I only came to tell you something."
"Of course, dear." Meredith was in the kitchen now, pouring herself a drink. "Do you want some of this juice? I just made it. It's really good. Carrot, ginger, and spinach."
