THEY HAD WATCHED THEIR PARENTS DO IT BEFORE.
But this was the first time that they were watching them do it with so many others.
The loft where they were now lying was dark. Additionally, as if by consent, they wore dark night suits. They lay beside each other, hunched behind the old suitcase, peering over it into the dimly lit hall where the action unfolded.
“God, Sylvia!” he exclaimed to his sister. “What the fuck are they into?”
She was breathing hard and he could see from the corner of his eyes, that her chest was rising and falling with each breath that she took.
“I didn’t know this, Sam” she replied, her eyes riveted at the scene below.
*****
Thrice, they had watched their parents do it to each other. At twenty, he was older than her by a year. The first time, hidden behind their parent’s bedroom door, they watched as their father fucked in the missionary style on the bed. They had watched till he had grunted and groaned, apparently, draining himself into his wife.
They had quickly retreated to Sam’s bedroom, aware that each of them was feeling horny.
She had excused herself and rushed to her own bedroom. The next day, each knew what they had done with themselves in the privacy of their bedroom.
The second time, Sam had crept into his sister’s bedroom and had woken her up. Motioning to her to be quiet, he had led her by the hand to the foyer just adjacent to the living room. It was a hot summer day, and they had to be careful.
They could hear them clearly.
“Oh God, Sheila, oh god!”
“Hmm…hmm…”
“Suck my cock, oh yes, like that…take it deeper inside your mouth”
“Hmm.” (Slurp).
Their father was seated on the sofa, stark naked, legs spread apart, between which Sheila knelt, her head bobbing up and down. She was naked too and in the bright light, Sam felt his cock hardening more when he saw his mother’s voluptuous body.
Sheila had been barely seventeen when Sam was born. At thirty-seven now, she was still a knockout. Despite of the two kids, her body was firm; her large breasts had no sag, her tummy and hips were still like those of a teenager.
They had watched her backing away, looking up at her husband and smiling.
“You like it, don’t you, Sean?”
Sean had laughed harshly, gripping her ears and shoving her head back between his legs.
“What a question to ask, Sheila. Don’t stop now. Make me cum”.
When Sean started to holler out his orgasm, Sam pulled Sylvia quietly back to the attic.
“God, Sylvia” he whispered, “but this is frustrating. I am horny”.
And so, for the first time, without any apprehensions, they had fingered each other to orgasm. She had simply pulled out his enormous, erect cock and started to move her hand up and down, holding it in her fist, looking intently at him as she masturbated him.
In turn, he had pushed her skirt up above her waist, her panties down onto her hips, and had started to rub her wet pussy.
Sylvia came first under the expert manipulations of his fingers. When she had subsided, he had arched his back, groaned and allowed his sperm to splash out over her fist.
The last time had been just two days ago. It was Sylvia who had led him to the antechamber of the garage. Sheila was kneeling over the car, her hands gripping the hood, while Sean stood behind her, his hands kneading her tits, as his cock plunged in and out of her pussy.
The siblings threw caution to the wind and running up to the loft, had undressed each other, all the while, kissing with wide-open mouths.
Somehow, as if by instinct, he found himself laying on his back on the floor, his sister on top of him, in the classical sixty-nine.
He had gently fucked her mouth, while slurping away at her shaven pussy. *****
Now, mouths hanging open in astonishment, they surveyed the people below.
When the aunts and uncles had arrived yesterday, they were slightly disappointed; they felt that their presence would no longer allow their parents to go at each other. Their holidays were coming to an end, and Sam was looking forward to fuck his sister. He was confident that the next time that they would see their parents together, Sylvia would be horny enough to go all the way. She had always fascinated him. A replica of his mother, she was his fantasy when he masturbated. Sometimes, even with his girlfriend, images of Sylvia had made him come quicker than he would otherwise have.
Mike was Sheila’s cousin; her mother’s younger sister’s son. He was seven years younger than her, tall, lean and wiry. Long hair that fell to his shoulders and covered most of his forehead. His escort that night was a sexy woman who’d lost her husband a year age. She was his neighbor. Sheena (God! Sam thought, another S). Sam looked at her: another forty year old well built lady. He was beginning to suspect that maybe this was a party for the well endowed. Every woman seemed to be in the department of large tits.
Unconsciously, and without thinking, he had thrown one arm over his sister’s shoulders. His hands were long enough to encircle her shoulders so that his palm was hovering over her straining breast. Sylvia didn’t mind; in fact, she too had her arm over Sam’s shoulder.
“This is making me hot!” he exclaimed in a hushed voice.
Sylvia giggled softly before sliding her hand down over his suit till she was squeezing his crotch. She realized that his cock was erect and straining to free itself from his nightdress. He had a dark shirt on and a elasticized pajama.
Her’s was a one-piece gown that had buttons in front, a pair of thin straps over her shoulders. The bottom of the gown reached midway between her knees.
He pushed away the straps to expose her braless tits. They were heaving, the nipples erect. It was obviously the thing that was in progress in the hall below.
She fished out his erect cock. “My! It is harder and longer than ever” she whispered.
