I swore to myself, if that protocol 'droid complained one more time I would investigate reprogramming options. According to the galactic index of species, the cognitive abilities of my little friend here were rated as 'unsophisticated' and unlikely to grasp the finer points of 'game theory'. Nonetheless, I was determined to teach them how to play poker.
My new acquaintance was a tetrapod, friendly, covered in fur with large curious eyes. Just about a metre tall, they had two tiny, but very dexterous hands. I sat on one fallen log and my friend sat across from me on another, a rock between us served as a makeshift table. A modest fire nearby provided some welcome warmth and illumination in this dark forest.
I was wagering emergency ration pellets and my new friend was wagering small berries that were fill with what looked, and tasted, like chocolate mousse. In spite of my 'droid's protestations and half-hearted translation attempts, my new friend soon got the hang of poker and had managed to win four hands in a row.
One of my travelling companions was poking me in the ribs in an attempt to make me move along the log. I moved along slightly and returned my concentration to the game. Not too much later, my companion again jabbed me in the back urging me to move over, so again, I moved over.
I had a feeling that my new friend was bluffing and that I was going to clean up with this hand and then I heard it. The sound that was unmistakably artificial and menacing. Laboured breathing, as if through a respirator, dark, ominous and foreboding.
I dropped my cards and drew my blaster from its holster. Standing deliberately, heart pounding inside my chest. Was this how I would die? I pivoted to face the cloaked Sith Lord, prepared for the fight of my life.
"What? What's wrong?" A female voice said in front of me.
"What?" I said only semi-conscious.
"You yelled out and whacked me with one arm. Fuck! It's two AM, go back to sleep." Audrey said somewhat annoyed.
"Oh, sorry. I think that I was having a bad dream." I said groggily.
Just then, I heard the noise again. Awake, but only just, I knew that I was not dreaming and I could tell that the sound came from directly behind me. I quickly rolled over, ready to protect Audrey if I had to, blaster nowhere to be found. I don't know if I was disappointed or relieved, but I discovered my sister Wendy, snoring like some kind of malfunctioning archaic pneumatic industrial equipment.
"What the fuck?" Audrey said a little too loud.
"What?" Wendy said as she opened her eyelids just wide enough to peer through.
"What are you doing Wendy? Why are you in our bed?" Audrey asked.
"Oh, Richard's very restless, I'll tell you about it in the morning. Go back to sleep." Wendy said closing her eyes again.
"Hey," I said giving her a light shove, "roll over the other way and stop snoring."
"Sorry." she said as she rolled over.
Audrey and I snuggled in together and tried to get back to sleep.
I did eventually drift off, but before long the sound of the toilet flushing woke me from a deep sleep. After yesterday's hike and associated activities, I was very tired when I went to bed last night and I felt like I needed more sleep. I rolled over to see Audrey still in bed and Wendy exiting the bathroom.
"Good morning sleepy head!" she exclaimed merrily.
"Fuck! What time is it?" I asked.
"About seven, I think." she replied as she walked over the the bed and snuggled in next to me.
"Seven! Already!" Audrey said sitting upright, "Fuck, I told Jen that I'd meet her for breakfast at seven thirty."
With that, Audrey literally jumped out of bed and headed for the shower.
After listening to the shower run for a few minutes, out of nowhere, Wendy asked, "What were you dreaming about?"
"What?" I responded not quite catching her drift.
"In the early hours of this morning, you were having a bad dream and you woke us up. What were you dreaming about?" Wendy clarified.
"I was on the forest moon of Endor playing poker with an Ewok when Darth Vader attacked." I explained.
The sound of the shower stopped abruptly and not long after Audrey appeared at the bathroom door.
"Really? Ewoks can play poker?" Wendy asked with a chuckle.
"I don't know. Maybe." I said.
"And Darth Vader's mission in life is to stop Ewoks from playing poker with rebel scum like you?" she asked laughing.
"Yes, it would appear so." I said somewhat defensively.
"Is that why you whacked me in the head last night?" Audrey asked as she entered to room.
"Yes, it seems that Luke Skywalker here was defending poker-playing Ewoks from a Sith Lord." Wendy said responding on my behalf.
"You know what probably happened?" I asked Wendy in a flash of inspiration.
"No, what probably happened?" Wendy asked unknowingly walking into my trap.
"It was your fucking snoring that did it. How do you like that?" I responded.
"I'm not following." Audrey said, "How did Wendy's snoring make you dream about Ewoks?"
"Wendy was snoring in my ear, it sounded like Darth Vader's respirator. She also must have made me roll over to free up some space for her to get into bed. My subconscious mind took all of this stimulus, added two and two together, got seven hundred and thirty four and there you have it! Darth Vader, Ewoks and poker. Perfectly logical." I said with a flourish.
"Hannah and Sigmund would be so proud." Audrey said with a slight hint of sarcasm as she leaned down, kissed me on the forehead before turning and heading out for breakfast.
"I don't feel like breakfast just yet." Wendy said.
"Oh, what do you feel like then?" I asked falling for the trap she had just set.
"I feel like I want my brother's hard cock inside my pussy. That's what I feel like." She said as she reach around and rubbed my penis.
"Incest! Is that all you can think about?" I asked as I rolled over to face her.
"What can I say?" Wendy said running her hand down my chest and over my abdomen before coming to rest on my penis, "I'm a dirty incest-loving slut who's developed a fascination for having her brother's big, thick, hard, throbbing, erect cock inside her juice, warm, moist pussy. That's all!"
I rolled onto my back and Wendy started to lightly caress my penis. Slowly at first, gently running her fingers along my shaft, cupping my scrotum and poking at my glans.
"I love watching you get hard for me." she said idly as continued to tease my ever hardening member.
I just laid back and watched. I found that watching my sister get me hard was curiously arousing.
"I really enjoyed yesterday." Wendy commented as she surveyed my now fully erect penis.
"You've turned into quite an exhibitionist." I said as Wendy positioned herself on top of me.
Wendy reached down between her legs and took hold of my penis. She lowered herself slightly and rubbed my cock between her inner lips in preparation for what was to come. "Is that a bad thing?" she asked.
"Not at all, but it does depend somewhat on the context I suppose." I responded and she slid herself slowly down engulfing my entire shaft in one smooth motion.
"Ooo that's so nice!" she said as she completed her first downstroke.
I reached towards her, seeing this, Wendy leaned forward slightly so that I could play with her breasts.
"It's all about the context, you say!" Wendy said.
"Context?" I said momentarily confused as I rolled her nipples between my fingers.
"Yes, exhibitionism, context, try to keep up." she replied.
"Yes, of course. Having sex in a grocery store surrounded by shocked shoppers is very different to having sex in a secluded location surrounded by actively consenting adults doing likewise." I said.
"I understand all of that." Wendy said as she rode me slowly, "But is it a bad thing that I like the idea of people watching me fuck?"
"I don't see anything wrong with it, but then I'm biased. What does Richard think?" I asked.
"He seems fine with it too. It just seems a bit of a shame that we both discovered this aspect of our sexuality so late in life." Wendy said looking into my eyes as she rode me harder.
"Why do you think that we did not try this when we were younger?" Wendy asked.
"Talk about changing the subject." I said.
"Oh yes, sorry. What we are doing, is it normal? What if we tried this when we were younger?" Wendy asked as she settled down and wiggled for a while.
"That's a lot to unpack." I responded contemplatively, "Firstly, I suppose it depends what you mean by 'normal'. Statistically, I'd say that we are very abnormal. I would say that most brothers and sisters would not even consider a sexual relationship in private let alone what we do."
"True." Wendy agree as she started to ride me again.
"As for why we did not do this earlier, I suppose there are a number of factors." I replied.
"Such as?" Wendy asked leaning forward again so that I could play with her tits.
"Well Jennifer did not introduce me to swinging until long after you and I had both moved out of home. Um, you and Richard did not discover the joy of multiple partners until much, much later in life." I said.
"I suppose so." Wendy agreed absent-mindedly.
"Anyway, even though I was open to the swinging aspect, the incest part is not something that I had ever considered until you suggested it." I continued.
"Was that weird?" she asked.
"Yes of course at first. Fucking your sister, as we have just established, is not, quote unquote, normal." I said, "However, I could see that Audrey was really keen to have Richard inside her and once I realised that I could mentally frame it as just another swinging encounter, I reconsidered my initial reluctance."
"Do you think that I coerced you?" Wendy asked.
