Bab 465: Coronavirus Confinement
Everything stayed status quo for a few days until we had spent 2 hours watching a required medical research documentary for school. With a little over an hour remaining in this thrilling monotoned movie, Dee's restlessness and boredom shone through. With no hesitation or the shroud of darkness as cover, Dee slid her hand down the front of her pants and mindlessly flicked her bean. When my attention to her actions was noticed, a simple "What?" was asked.
"What do you mean what? I'm tryin not to fall asleep while watching this shit about vascular disease and you're rubbin one out beside me."
"I'm watchin too, and you're just jealous." She wasn't wrong, I was jealous
"I must be pretty hard to grasp everything that's going on on screen, with your head tilted back and your eyes closed."
The sound of mom's wooden soled Geta clogs coming up the stairs snapped Dee out of her sexual trance. My sister whipped her fingers out of her pants and placed them into her mouth, for what I would assume was a quick rinse. Opening the door after a small love tap of a knock mom entered.
She looked at the screen and shook her head. "This has to be the most boring part of school for you guys. I remember watching these videos and I'll tell you, having my period was more fun." Almost in unison she got a "MOM!" from us both.
"Anyway. Just got a report from the university and they're saying that it'll be at least a month before any classes will resume, so don't knock yourselves out or don't get too far ahead with your studies. Try to relax, read a good book, try to enjoy yourselves a little." With a forehead kiss for each of her offspring, she was gone.
The door had not even latched closed and Dee's hand was back in her pants. "I'm not so sure that's what she meant by, enjoying ourselves."
"Whatever. I'm so fucking horny and now that we are comfortable around each other, I'm going to take care of business."
"Well fuck it. I'll pause the video until you're done." Dee didn't even acknowledge my words and kept doing what she was doing.
Watching Dee made me rock hard, but I didn't think about joining in. Maybe it was my ignorance, or I was just being prudish, but I thought that masturbating was something that was done under the cover of darkness and in private.
Dee on the other hand could have cared less. Her free hand roamed up her stomach and rubbed her breasts through her t-shirt and bra. When the friction of the confining material began to piss her off, she undid the bra and moved her hand on to her naked tits.
I was a captive audience. Nowhere to run. I could have left the room, but I was trapped. I defy any red blooded 18-year-old, straight male to walk away from a masturbating woman. Not gonna happen. No way, no how.
My sister was trying her best to get her t-shirt and bra up over her head, but she was struggling and there was no chance of her taking her fingers off her clit. Ever the gracious brother, I reached over with both hands and released her from the ties that bind. With a quick "Thanks." Dee went back to work. If I thought that so looked sexy in the darkness of the other night, I was blown away by how good she looked today.
Her tits were larger than I thought and they were planted high and firm on her chest above her hard, flat stomach. She squeezed and pulled them away from her body in an almost milking like action. She knew that I couldn't take my eyes off her.
When Dee's breathing pattern changed, I knew that she was getting closer to completion, but as inexperienced as I was, I didn't know how far away she was. For the life of me I don't know what possessed me to do what I did next.
Placing my fingers in the sides Dee's pants, I started pulling them down. Dee grinned and lifted her ass up off the chair as I slid the material over her soft hip, and down her smooth legs.
In the brightness of daylight, my twin sister sat two feet away from me, completely nude.
Dee's pussy was shining from her juice and her fingers looked slimy. For my benefit, she took her fingers out of her crotch and put them in her mouth. A groan escaped my mouth and Dee just smiled. I was putty in her hands, I would have done anything she asked, but she didn't. Instead she continued on, leaving me sitting and watching.
I turned my chair to get a better look and Dee changed her position as well. Using the fingers on her left hand, she split the lips of her pussy and used the fingers of her right hand to flick her clit and plunge into her tight little hole.
The temptation was too great. I couldn't resist. Without asking permission, I leaned over my sister's naked body and cupped one of her boobs into my hand. Dee's eyes flew open. There was a look of shock in them like I'd thrown a glass of ice water on her. She had stopped cold in her tracks. I wasn't sure of my next move, but I knew that my first feel of a naked boob felt incredible.
Pinching the hard nipple that was between my fingers snapped Dee back into our current time frame. As I rolled her nipple around, Dee slowly started back where she had left off.
The sounds of her fingers rubbing her juicy pussy filled my ears and I could smell the scent of her womanhood wafting up and over my body.
I was startled by the sound of a gravelly voice. It was Dee's, but it was nearly unrecognizable, "suck them" was all she said. I knew what she meant and had no problem obliging.
When the first nipple of my life passed by my lips I almost exploded in my pants. It was hard and soft all at the same time. Dee's boobs smelled so nice, like the soap that she used for her bath. I licked and sucked at her nipples like a starving kitten. Feeling her and sucking her naked boobs was thus far the highlight of my short life.
With her left nipple being sucked into my mouth and her right tit being squeezed by my hand, did it for Dee. She stiffened out like a board and with a "Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh" like sound came onto her own hand.
As Dee came down from the utopia of her orgasm, she leaned back in her chair and pulled her glistening hand up to show me the rewards of her work. Seconds past by like minutes and time almost stood still. Dee started to move her sopping wet fingers toward my face and to my own surprise, I closed my eyes and began to part my lips.
The sound of clogs on the staircase snapped us back into realty.
Dee grabbed her clothes and bolted across the wooden floor and dove into the bathroom. Seconds later mom opened the door without a knock and declared that lunch was served.
My mother eyed the room, looking for signs of us not doing our schoolwork, but she didn't appear to be overly suspicious. "Where's Deanna?". Doing my best to contain my boner, I pointed to the bathroom and said, "poopin".
It was enough to distract mom. "Well okay. You guys need to get up and walk around once and awhile. Don't want you cramping up from sitting all day. Your dad is riding the stationary bike when he works and it's driving me crazy."
Before she closed the door, she popped her back inside and said, "make sure that you eat something."
"Will do. Thanks mom." And she was gone.
I wanted to scream. Not only had I just touched a real live human breast for the very first time, I was seconds away from tasting a vagina, my sister's vagina. The breast was soft and warm, and it tasted like heaven. The vagina tasting, due to my mother's unexpected visit, was very unfortunately, put on hold.
My sister who has never had the flash of being dramatic, flopped down beside me, grabbed the remote, started our lesson back up and stated, "Holy shit, that was close." Correct you are, Captain Obvious.
Dee spent the rest of the day happy go lucky. Of course, she did. She was able to finish herself off, while me and my boner, sat in the same room with my mother. I was frustrated more than I had ever been in my life.
Moping wasn't one of my strong suits, but today it seemed to be working for me. I did everything but pout and stomp my feet. When dinner was ready, I had finally come to the realization that it was only a few hours before I could relive myself without anyone knowing.
Dad shared the dire news of the W.H.O's COVID-19 findings. It was a worldwide pandemic. Now many countries were following China's lead. School's were being closed. Tourist sites were closed to the public and many airlines had stopped flying to foreign countries. Also, all the major sporting leagues and events were grinding to a halt. Notices of disaster filled the airwaves.
His only positive news was that we were safe and had enough water and supplies to last us for up to a year. Dee asked my father why we just didn't leave Wuhan and go somewhere safe. According to him, we had waited too long and now we were trapped in Ground Zero. There was no escape.
As somber as the news was, we still shared small talk and tried our best to keep our spirits up. When mom and I were paying our card debt by doing the dishes once again, she held my hand and twirled about dancing to a song I never heard before this evening. "Benny, dance with me." Smiling, I reminded mom how much I hated it when she called me, "Benny".
Mom pinched her nose in one hand and moved like she was sinking under water. Apparently, it's a dance move from years gone by. I laughed and moved along with her. Spinning backwards into my arms, mom swayed from left to right to the steady beat of the tune.
When the song ended and the tempo slowed, mom held my arms tightly around her body and pulled me to her, she wasn't about to let me go. With her back pressed into me, I kissed her neck. Mom had a similar smell to Dee, but her hair smelled like fresh apricots. Some subliminal instinct triggered in me. I grabbed her wrists, crossed her arms over her chest, squeezed and pulled my 40-year-old mother tighter to me.
We were dancing, nothing more. A harmless mother son moment. The only problem was that the son had an erection and it did not go undetected. Louise could feel it and was blatantly grinding her ass against it.
The song finished and both mom and I blushed at what had happened. We finished our chores and went our separate ways. With a quick, "night everyone" mom rushed down the hall to her room.
Dad and Dee had their favorite reality show on and were commenting on how poor the entertainment value was, yet neither could tear themselves away. I took the opportunity to remove myself from the crowd.
Climbing into the steamy hot shower, I prepared to end my days build up. No sooner had I grasped my hard dick into my hand and started to soap it up, there was a pounding on the door.
"Benny, open the door. I gotta pee." Are you kidding? I was ready to go.
"Give me a minute or two." Hopefully she would leave me alone long enough to finish.
"Now Ben. I'm gonna piss my pants." Fuck my life. I reached out and turned the knob, releasing the locking mechanism.
Dee entered in a flash and dropped her pants. Seated directly in front of me, I was watching as she peed. When Dee looked up and noticed I was looking, she tilted her head slightly to the side, put her hands on her knees and pulled her legs apart to give me the perfect view of her urinating.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and resumed stroking. Dee laughed when she grabbed a towel off the towel bar and held it up as if to shield herself from my come.
Standing up, she did not wipe any of her pissy residue, instead Dee lifted her top up over her head and climbed into the small shower with me.
Naked in my twin sister's arms, we embraced under the warmth of the cascading rain shower head. Dee and I gazed into the other eyes, each of us knowing what we wanted, yet nervous about proceeding.
Leaning forward Dee and I locked lips for our first incestuous kiss. As nervous as I was, everything about what we were doing or were about to do felt right to me.
As my shower rapidly progressed into a make out session, I felt an unfamiliar sensation on my penis. While groping and moving about my penis had found its way between the gap in Dee's legs. Her warmth combined with the touch and feel of her breasts was magnificent. Moving my hands down to Dee's hips I tried to push myself into her. Our height alignment was correct, but for some reason Dee pulled back and stopped me. I felt deflated.
"Not like this. Not standing up. I want my first time to be in my bed."
Dee turned off the warm shower water and started to dry my body with the same towel that she had earlier used to tease me with. After returning the favor of a drying service, Dee grabbed my penis like it was a pull toy and guided me toward the bedroom. I was like a puppy on a leash.
Rushing toward her bed, Dee released her grasp on my shaft and flopped backwards onto the soft mattress. I stood at the end of my sister's bed trying to determine what my next move should be, but my wait was over in an instant.
"We have forever to do the other stuff. Tonight, I just want you to put it in me." My older sister knew exactly what she wanted.
Crawling toward Dee I gazed at her body like it was one of the Seven Wonders. Her long smooth legs guided me toward her pink, pouty vagina and her hard, flat belly held breasts that rivaled any of the beautiful mountain ranges that I'd ever seen.
I could feel the heat radiating up off Dee. It felt like her skin was on fire. As I leaned in to kiss her, I noticed that her cheeks were flushed and red, she was ready.
"What about a condom?"
"Don't need one. Put it in me."
Aligning my penis, I used my already dripping precum and Dee's juices to lube myself up. Beginning my forward quest would become one of my most memorable journeys.
No sooner had the tip of my penis popped into its new home that it hit a fleshy wall. We both knew that there may be some pain associated with my next push, but Dee put that burden squarely on her own shoulders. Biting her lower lip and looking at me with starry eyes, Dee nodded her head to signal her approval.
Pushing forward with constant pressure, the wall finally fell. "Oh my god", was all that Dee said as I inched further into her warm embrace.
The feeling of being in a vagina first time, is my most favorite memory by a long shot. It was tight, warm and wet. It felt like it was custom made to house my penis. I wanted this moment to last forever, but an animal like instinct started to take over my body.
I eased my hips back and forth, seesawing in and out of Dee's wetness. Slowly but surely, I began gathering speed. I was oblivious to the world around me. Everything was racing around in my head all at once. It felt so good that I wanted to scream and cum at the same time. Once again Dee took over as my guide.
"Benny, slow down. I'm a little bit tender." With that, she wrapped her legs around my hips to slow my assault and she pulled my face closer to hers so that could kiss me softly.
Our lack of experience did not hinder our need for satisfaction. Dee knew what she wanted and pushed her hand between our bodies to manipulate her clit. When my sister's arousal peaked, the muscles in her already tight pussy grabbed my dick in a stranglehold. Dee groaned into my neck as I released my fertile seed into her.
Every nerve ending in my body was live. Dee collapsed with her arms at her side as I lay motionless on top of her, still attached. I could feel every pulse, breath and the beat of her heart. My skin tingled with the postcoital sensations.
"Geeeet, ooooooff, meeeeee. Ben, you're crushing me." I didn't realize that I was laying there with all of my weight. I rolled onto my back pulling Dee over on top of me all in a single motion. I made a couple of slow upward pumps as my penis was hardening and feeling rejuvenated.
"No way buddy, I'm done for the night."
"Really? I thought that girls liked to cuddle after sex."
"Yeah, well that's not cuddling. That's called round two and my private parts are closed for the night, so pull that thing outta me." I was in no position to argue, but I was more than ready to go again. Dee lifted herself off my hardness, leaned down to kiss me and headed off to the shower.
Twenty minutes later, Dee returned with a warm face cloth and washed my now limp penis. Still naked she climbed back into her bed and lay beside me, wrapped in my arms.
"Stay we me tonight." I could feel her tears dripping onto my skin.
"Dee, what's the matter?"
"Nothing. It was perfect. I'm just worried. What if we don't make it out of this mess? I wanna go home someday." She quietly continued to sob.
"We will, I promise." After a long pause, I added, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For that gift and for taking my virginity. It felt soooooooo goddamn good. I'm sorry if you're still sore."
"It's not really sore anymore. It was though, but it was good. I felt so full, and I'll tell you, it was better than any time that I'd done it by myself. I can't wait to try it again."
When she said that, I'm sure my heart skipped a beat or two. This meant there would be a second time and that put a huge smile on my face.
In my dream I was being pushed off Dee's bed by two rough feeling feet. Floating momentarily in air until I came crashing down on my mattress. Only it wasn't a dream, it was reality. Just as I was about to scream "what the hell", I heard the door to our room opening. With only a second to spare I swept a blanket over what would have been my unexplainable nakedness, and feigned sleep.
"Hey lazybones, breakfast in ten. Mom and I want to go over some of the news we're getting from the university and it's not good." Neither of us moved. "Hey you little turds, let's go!"
"We're up." Was all I could come up with. When dad closed the door, I got up on my knees, looked at Dee who was still pretending to be sleeping and hit her with my pillow. Laughing, she gave me a smack and stated the very obvious, "Holy shit, that was close."
"Close? I think I shit myself."
Our family breakfast chat was not at all pleasant. Apparently, the whole world was going crazy. While some countries were still denying the facts, places in Europe had huge numbers of casualties. Things were so bad here that our instructions were very basic, no one would be allowed outside of the house, we would ration our supplies and we would hope for the best.
The outside news wasn't any better. With the sensationalism in journalism we were force fed a series of bullshit stories as dictated by the media, but if you read between the lines, you knew that this pandemic was huge.
For the next few days Dee was in a constant funk. She immersed herself in her work, just like our parents. With me, I made it perfectly clear, when this was all over, I wanted to leave China and never return. As infantile as it sounded, it's what I felt to be right.
Dad has always been the leader of our family, so what he said was law, and when he came to our study room and told us to shut it down for the day and come downstairs, we did as were told.
The smell of mom's "Word Famous" secret brownie recipe cooking in the oven, was enough to cheer up the most stoic person in the house. Dad had on his playlist and Nathaniel Rateliff filled the air with his soulful sounds. Lined up on the table was an assortment of the "Special" bottles of alcohol and wine, that my father had procured from his world travels. Beside those, were board games and decks of cards. Tonight, was Family Night.
"Daddy, I thought you were saving those for a special occasion?" Dee knew that my father held his special booze in high regard
"Well baby, is there any better occasion than being together as a family." I could tell my father didn't want to say it aloud, but he was worried for our lives.
Tentative at first, the private stock of libations opened us up slowly. As the games continued, dad poured large glasses of ice water so that we could cleanse our palates of the wine we were drinking and opened the first special bottle. It was from Brazil. A bottle of Private Stock Avua Jeguitiba Rosa Cachaca. It was some type of rum based liquor, not bad, but I was looking forward to the others.
Two shots deep, Dee started ass kissing, "Wow, that's the best thing that I've ever tasted."
"That's because you haven't experienced or had the opportunity to enjoy a lot of the good things that life holds for you." Dad was being very diplomatic.
"Bam. You tell her dad." My father just smiled, but I earned a kick under the table from my mother and an "Asshole" from Dee.
A full game of Clue, and a bottle and a half of some really freakin good a wine, dad let my mother pick the next bottle for us to taste test.
"Oh, you know me baby. How we sample that Absinthe you brought from the black-market guy in Switzerland."
"Good call. Kids make sure you go easy on this stuff. Last time your mother and I drank anything like this, we woke up sleeping on a park bench near the Eiffel Tower, and we started drinking it in Amsterdam."
"Honey, we're not supposed to be sharing secrets." It was funny hearing stories about our parents partying. The pressure of the current world events were temporarily put on hold.
Dee dealt the cards for the first game of Euchre and I was pretty sure I saw her deal off the bottom of the deck, although her partner, mom, would never admit it.
A couple of hands in dad made a toast to health and happiness and I put the glass of Absinthe to my lips. The taste of anise was the first thing hit my mouth. The clear colorless liquid was warm and strong. It burned a little on the way down, but my sinus was instantly cleared.
Time passed quickly. Cards were flying across the table, while accusations of cheating filled the air. A family moment was being enjoyed during what seemed like an apocalypse.
After my second shot of absinthe, it appeared as though the queens on the cards were speaking to me. Boy, did I ever need more water.
The game ended with Dee and mom skunking dad and me. It was the fifth in a row, so dad suggested a pee break and a different game.
I stood in our upstairs washroom looking at my face in the mirror. It had the strangest sensation. It felt alive and dead all at the same time. Every nerve felt alive, yet when I pinched and flicked my cheeks, there was no felling. Dee rushed in, dropped her pants to pee and asked what I was doing. She was amazed by my story.
"Me too. Everything feels so good right now. I feel so, so, fuck I just don't know, great, I guess. I'm tingling all over. When we were playing cards, I swear to god, the jack of spades, had a boner. Speaking of boners, let me see yours."
Not a chance. It was something that you could risk in the state we were in. "Not a good idea. Let's go downstairs, before Louise and Todd come looking for us."
Dad had the glasses topped off with more water and the final bottle of his prized collection was being presented like it was the blood of Christ and the small shot glasses were the holy grail.
We all listened intently while my father regaled us with stories of how he came across this bottle. The story consisted of a 400-year-old recipe, small burros in tiny mountain villages and something about a virgin sacrifice. But the story was well worth the wait, because as soon as he popped the cork on the bottle of Del Maguey Chichicapa Mezcal, the room filled with an aroma that, like the alcohol itself, was intoxicating.
The first taste was a special event. Even in my youth, I recognized the quality of the amber liquid. This was meant to be sipped and not downed as a shot like my sister had just done. A couple more of those and she'd be, "White Girl Wasted" for sure.
"Okay, since the winners always get to pick the next game and quite frankly Ben, they kicked our asses, the girls get to pick." They cheated like fuck, but I didn't want to be a spoil sport.
"OH, Oh, Oh, Oh." Dee was bouncing on her chair like she was still in third grade with her arm in the air. "Strip poker, I wanna play strip poker."
Mom just grinned but didn't say a word. Dad, being able to hold his liquor better than the rest of us tried to be the voice of reason. "Let's keep this G-rated kid."
"Bullshit." Dee's assertion had everyone's attention now. "Mom picked Euchre when she won at Clue, so her turns over. We won at that, so now it's my turn to pick and I pick strip poker. If I gotta die in this fucking country, I don't wanna die, never having had played strip poker."
"Do you even know how to play poker Dee?"
"You shut the fuck up Ben." Dee looked like she was on a mission to hurt somebody.
"Slow down for a second. Dee, that's a game you play in college, with your friends." Dad tried to reason with her, but Dee wasn't letting this one go.
"For Christ sakes, I am in college."
"With your friend's baby, not with your parents." Good point dad.
"Well I don't know if you've noticed, but because of us always being in some foreign country, I have no friends. I say we put it to a family vote. Majority wins. Show of hands or do you chickens want to do a blind vote."
"Baby, we're not voting on this."
"What? All the bullshit you told us about not believing in Communism, because where we come from, Democracy is the way of life and now you won't even vote. Good. Three people voting is better and I vote yes. Benny?"
"Given the fact that you don't know shit about poker, I'm in."
"Ha, I win. Mom, I wanna know what your vote is anyway."
"Dee, everyone needs to vote."
"No mom. Dad gave up his vote through abstention, so it's best of three. Ben and me already voted yes. I just wanna know if you're in."
"Todd, sit down. Let's play a couple of hands and see how it goes." The three of us were shocked by mom's words.
"Lou, really? You can't honestly condone this kind of thing." Dad was still sticking to his guns.
"Honey, just pour us all another shot of that tequila and I'll explain the rules to Dee."
"It's mezcal and there is a difference and if one of you does it like you're doing a shot on spring break, you're out of my will. Understood?" With a series of nods and smiles, we were all in agreement, sip the mezcal and play strip poker.
With the card dealt, everyone took what they wanted, and it was time to show our hands. I had a pair of Aces and felt pretty good about, mom had three fours, while dad had a full house. Holy shit I was low hand and Dee was about to flop her cards. With the biggest grin her could muster, she looked at me and said, "Too bad buddy, all red ones."
I think what she meant was that she had a "Flush". What she didn't understand was that "all red" had to be the same suit, not three hearts and two diamonds.
"Nope. You lose sis. My Aces beat your mess." To everyone's surprise, Dee stood up and dropped her pajama bottoms and sat back down. Dad placed his head in his hands and mom smiled.
"Dee, baby. You could have taken off one of your socks. That way you're not sitting there in your t-shirt and panties." Dee wasn't at all phased. "Okay, who's deal?"
The game was surprisingly even. Everyone lost their socks, while mom lost her pants and I lost my t-shirt. The choice was mine, but it had to be the t-shirt, because my pants held my hardon out of sight.
What started as a Family Night was gearing up for debauchery. I couldn't help but notice when Dee got up for more wine, dad was checking out her lace panty covered ass. I'm sure Dee knew what she was doing, because she dropped the cork twice and gave us a sexy little wiggle when she bent to pick it up. The view of the thin lacey material riding up in between the cleft of her vulva had me hard in a second and from the look on dad's face, he was right there with me.
Things got very real when mom lost the next hand. She was sitting in her bra and panties with a Bob Marley t-shirt covering those bits. All eyes were on her as she pulled her arms through her sleeves and with the skill of a veteran stripper, unclasped her bra and pulled it out through the sleeve hole along with her arm, "Ta-da!" Mom looked like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
"Okay kids. Let's call it a night. Enough fun and games for the evening." Dee looked very disappointed, "Ah, come on."
"Todd, let's just play a couple more hands and see where it goes." Dee saw the opportunity and pounced, "Yeah, Todd. Man up."
"Lou, I'll tell you exactly wear it goes. You lose two more hands and you'll be buck ass naked in front of your children. That's where it goes."
"It's your deal. If you don't want that to happen, deal me some good cards for a change." Scooping up the cards, dad got up from his chair. It was surely over for the night. Surprisingly, the only reason he left the table was to get the bottle of mezcal. Drinks poured, he started to shuffle the cards.
"Well fuck it all to hell, here we go."
The next two hands had the tension in the air so thick that you could cut with a knife. I lost the first and was down to my boxers. Dee lost next and spent two minutes thinking about her move. Having thought it out in her semi drunken state, she lifted her butt just slightly off the chair and wiggled her panties down her legs and sat quickly. I alone knew the reason behind the move. Dee's t-shirt was far too tight for her to get her arms in like moms and the bra she was wearing, was shear, so it would have given everyone a good view of her assets.
Gathering up the cards, Dee shuffled like a Las Vegas pro. This next hand, unless lost by dad, would have someone showing off more than they bargained for. Dad stared at mom as if imploring her to call an end to the game. Mom just smiled at him in return. I on the other watched my card shark sister. She was stacking the deck with shitty cards on the bottom. I knew that she was going to do someone wrong, I just wasn't sure who.
When all the hands were laid a hush fell over the room. I was in absolute awe as I watch Bob Marley's smiling face and Rasta cap being pulled up over mom's head. There was no "Ta-da" this time, only a bouncing pair of very nice boobs, with super hard nipples. Mom had a great rack and she seemed to be quite proud of it.
"Well Benny, I hope you're not offended by mom's saggy old tits." I think she was fishing for a compliment and dad didn't disappoint.
"I don't know Lou. The very first pair of real-life boobs he sees are those perfect things, you may have set his expectations so high that he'll be ruined for life." If they only knew. Dee knew and reminded me of the fact by rubbing her foot up and down my naked leg.
Passing the cards to me, I shuffled with the skill of someone wearing boxing gloves. I came out of the chute with two pair. Taking only one card to everyone else's two or three I knew that I was golden. The only problem is that a straight, a flush and 3 of a kind beat 2 pairs all day long.
Mom and Dee started doing a thundering drum roll on the table. I was down to one piece of clothes, so my options were limited. I looked across the table at my father, who shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head. He would not rescue me from this one.
Putting my thumbs into the sides of my boxers, I stood and pulled them down in one swift moment. My rock-hard dick more or less flopped out onto the table. Dee let out a "Woo, woo, woo" and pump her fist in the air. Mom on the other hand, subliminally licked her lips and whispered. "Oh my goodness."
"Well that was an interesting night, but it's game over. Come on Lou, let's get you to bed." I watched uncomfortably as dad hugged Dee. There was a hard object hidden in his pants and there was no way he could deny it. The hug lingered for longer than I thought it should. I would have timed it had mother not grabbed me for a hug of her own. Her naked tits mashed up against my chest with her hard nipples threatening to pierce into my flesh didn't ease the pain of my hardon. When mom grabbed my face, I felt my penis slip between her slightly parted legs and come to rest against the heated fabric covering her vagina. I could swear that I felt a liquid on my shaft. Softly yet firmly, my almost naked mother kissed my lips.
"You're a good sport Benny. This was a top night kid. See everyone in the morning." sliding her hand down the length of my shaft as she pulled away.
Following my sexy sister up the stairs to our room, I could see the telltale signs of her excitement, as her juices seemed to be coating her glistening vagina and the upper part of her thighs. With very little fanfare, Dee pulled her t-shirt and bra off in one motion and with her trademarked move, flopped down on her bed, kicking her feet in the air.
I wasn't waiting for the invitation, I grabbed Dee's legs and pulled her toward me. She was silent as I lowered my mouth down to her wetness. It was a first for both of us. I wasn't sure what I needed to do, but I knew that I needed to try.
Dee's pussy was leaking her juice freely. The scent was deep and musky, and her taste was indescribable. I was immediately addicted to it.
Knowing enough to use both my tongue and fingers simultaneously, had my twin sister thrashing about on her bed. Dee let me know what she was enjoying and what she wasn't. Quickly catching on to what worked best, I sucked her clit and fleshy labia into my mouth, while curling my middle fingers up into her. Dee pulled my head into her and came with a loud groan. Her thighs squeezed my head so hard that I thought she'd popped my ear drums.
Just flopping down onto her would have been the easiest move, but Dee had other plans. Getting on her hands and knees, Dee presented her ass to me. Tonight, would be a night of many firsts, first time seeing my mother's tits, first time performing oral on my sister and my first time doing it doggy style.
Being able to watch the length of my shaft disappear into the tight depths of my sister's vagina etched a lasting memory into my brain. I didn't even realize that I had bottomed out and hadn't moved in some time. Her vise like grip was so wet, it felt like I'd already come in her. It was pure bliss for me. Dee reaching down between her legs, to cup my balls snapped me out of my trance.
Like a locomotive, we started slowly and continued gathering speed. Uncertain if it was alcohol induced, but it felt like I was floating on a cloud surrounded by thousands of daisies and hummingbirds. Whatever it was, it was the best thing that I had ever felt.
I couldn't get enough, I wanted it all, but I was unfocused. My hands jumped from Dee's hips to her tits and back to her ass. They were roaming freely and aimlessly, but Dee didn't complain once. But out of chaos came calm. Dee parted her legs, sinking further down for perfect alignment and buried her head into her pillow. My hands became permanent fixtures on her curvy hips and when I pushed forward, she pushed back. Our timing was perfect.
Way too loud for our own good we came almost in unison. My cum blast out like it was trying to do damage. Dee just collapsed forward into a shaking mess. Careful not to put my full weight on her like last time, I lay at her side panting.
"Holy fuck Benny, that was in-fuckin-credible." It wasn't ego stroking. It was a fact. We had nothing to compare it to, but we knew that it felt good and it felt right.
"Did you see her?" Maybe Dee was still seeing crazy things like she had earlier in the night from the Absinthe. "See who?"
"Mom, she watched us for five minutes." Holy shit, if mom had been watching, we wouldn't have to worry about any virus, because it would be the end of the world as we know it.
The sound of someone choking and trying not to vomit, woke me from a deep booze induced sleep. Daylight had filled our room and the noises that I'd heard were coming from Dee. My sister had tears in her watery eyes as she tried to force my cock into her throat. She explained later that she had dreamed during the night about sucking a penis and when she awoke to find me semi hard, she took the opportunity to practice.
With all that we had done together over the past few days, this was not a surprise, but Dee being so good at it, was. With a little coaching on my part, a few no's and a lot of yes's, it was spectacular.
Quarantine made it difficult to avoid our parents. Everyone seemed a little sheepish about what had happened, but nothing was ever mentioned. Luckily hard work kept us apart during the day. It worked for me with my mom and dad, but not with Dee. Just being in the same room with her, watching her study, smelling her, tasting her in my mind, even speaking with her, made me hard, and like the words that I'd once heard in a song, "You can't fight the temptation, when you get the vibration." so we did it every time we thought it was safe.
Dee's period had come and gone, and things seemed to have calmed down for a while. Nothing happened but learning and unfortunately it was the scholastic kind, not the sexual kind.
On Saturday dad had a long face. Seems that things had gotten way worse around the world. Italy was reporting huge losses and according to him Wuhan was lying about how many had died here. He seemed to be taking the bad news poorly.
"Ben, give me a hand with something. Dee, you too." Mom called us away to give her husband some time to reflect.
"Let's make a cake, it'll help cheer your father up a bit."
"If you wanna cheer him up, let's make those chocolate cookies he likes." I suggested it, partially because they were my favorite as well.
"Perfect. Dee, make sure that we have everything." My sister got all the ingredients out of the cupboard, and I got the mixing bowls and the mixer. Mom did what she did best, she set the mood. On went the Bose and out came the wine. She poured a solid round and handed it to Dee, "Baby, give this to your father. Tell him that if only for a few hours, it will help him forget."
Forty-five minutes later the first batch was cooling on some parchment paper. The house smelled like a bakery and the sounds of music once again filled the air.
Supper was odd to say the least. The main course was a feast of the freshly baked cookies and dessert was a julienne salad. As different as it was, it eased the pain of our surroundings.
"Buddy, get yourself a beer. Dee you want some red wine, or would you prefer some of this white?" Dee went the red wine route and a short time later we were all sitting around the table, with drinks.
"How's everybody feel about a movie tonight?" Dad seemed to be coming around, but nobody jumped at the offer. Almost sheepishly, Dee suggested that we play cards. We were seated in our regular spots, so as my partner, dad was directly across from me and mom was to my left. He nodded in agreement, "Sure, I can go for some Euchre."
"Daddy, I was kinda hoping that we could play poker again." The world stopped cold in its tracks. There wasn't a sound, not even a cricket chirping, even the music seemed silent. We each took turns looking around the room, as if trying to get a read on what the other was thinking, but to no avail.
The silence shattered with what seemed like a deafening pitch when my father separated the cards and fanned them back into a pile with a snap.
"Okay, we all start with six pieces. I'll flip the cards, first black-jack deals. If anyone gets caught cheating, it costs you a piece of clothes and whoever catches you, gets to pick what you take off. Ben, before we get started, grab some good booze and some glasses."
With the first shot poured and consumed, it was me that won the honor of having the first deal of the evening.
Only three hands in and less than fifteen minutes after the game had started, I had lost half of my clothes. The old saying, "If it weren't for bad luck..." was definitely the case for me. The next six hands went fairly smooth, with me not losing a hand but by the tenth, I was down to just my t-shirt and boxers. It seemed all too familiar.
At this point, a pee break was called, and more shots were poured. Things were pretty good spirited. All laughs and giggles with very few shots thrown and no one was in jeopardy of showing any skin for at least two more hands. After the next few rounds a count was done, mom still had on her blouse, pants and panties. Dad had his tee, shorts and underwear, while Dee was down to just her loose-fitting t-shirt and her lacy panties. I was still holding steady at t-shirt and boxers.
Dee picked up the cards and started to shuffle, dad poured wine for the girls and himself and handed me another beer. I was cautiously about to pick up my cards when my father's hand crashed down on the tables, holding his wide-open paw over my sister's hand and cards.
"Not so fast baby girl. We made the rules very clear at the start of the game, no cheating."
"I didn't cheat daddy." She said it, but her doe eyes weren't fooling anyone.
"No? Then maybe you can explain to everyone, why the first card that you dealt yourself is the ace of spades and the second is the ace of hearts?" Dee wanted to claim innocence but couldn't. Dad flipped over her hand to display the contents. Sure enough, she had been caught cheating.
"Come on, that's just a coincidence." She was fighting a battle that had already been lost.
"Bullshit. You knew the rules. You knew the penalty. Now lose the shirt baby girl." My chin must have hit the table. Dad was not fucking around, she wanted to play the game, after all it was her request. She got caught, so now she would be punished, he was the judge, the jury, and the executioner.
Rather sheepishly Dee pulled the oversized t-shirt up over her head. I was happy to get a look, but I'd seen, touched and tasted those breasts on display, so I focused on my father instead. The look on his face spoke for itself. Dad sported a devilish grin, while blatantly staring at his daughter's tits. It was awkward, yet very cool.
Dee gathered up the cards and started to shuffle for a second time, "Not a chance kiddo. You also forfeit your deal." Dad had once again thrown down the hammer.
"That sucks." Dee pouted, but none of us cared.
The next three hands spread out with everyone but Dee losing. When it was once again her turn to deal, she was under the microscope, three sets of eyes watched her like a hawk.
Not sure if it was shear pressure or bad luck, but Dee dealt herself a hand full of shit. She tossed in three, but the new cards were no better. When the reveal was complete, it was Dee who would the first one naked tonight.
Almost like a replay from our first night of strip-poker there was two sets of hands banging on the table in a raucous drum roll, only tonight it was the guys, not the girls.
Dee stepped up like a champ. Looping her fingers into the thin material of her lacy panties, she eased them down her long golden legs. Before she could sit back down, my father, very uncharacteristically pointed to the seat of my sister's chair. There was a smudged patch of wetness positioned in the exact spot where her vagina would be. Apparently, daddy's little girl was excited about the game.
"Okay, first person naked is Dee. Let's call it. Game over." Dad was trying his best to control the situation.
"Bull-fucking-shit. We keep play." I guess Dee had no plans of quitting.
"Language young lady."
"Yeah, okay mom. You can say that, cause you're still sitting there in your bra and panties." She had a very valid point. The hell with it, I gathered up the cards and dealt.
With only his pants and underwear left, when dad lost the next hand, and it caught the attention of the ladies. He had been seated there for a quite a long time with only his chest showing so no one had any idea how much the game was "affecting" him. It didn't take long to get an answer. Dad pulled down his shorts and out popped his tented underwear. The thin cotton material tried its best to contain his erection, but it failed miserably. Dad was aroused by the sight of his naked daughter and the evidence was on display.
"Todd, while you're up, grab us another bottle of wine and a beer for Benny." She was playing him, and he knew it. But, to his credit, dad was a sport. He got the drinks and even stood next to the girls and refilled their glasses. Then he poured another round of shots. My father knew what mom was playing at, she wanted to parade him around with his boner trying to poke out of the waist band of his underwear.
Things were getting tenser by the minute or should I say, by the hand. Mom dealt out the cards and before she had a chance to pick up her hand, my dad for the second in the evening, called someone a cheater.
"What? I'm not cheating." Mom looked truly pissed off. Dee and I laughed at the possibility of our sweet and innocent mother being caught in a lie.
"Okay Lou, flip 'em." Dad was calling her bluff. With the cards turned all I can say is that if mom was trying to cheat, she was no fucking good at it. Her hand consisted of an eight of spades, a two of clubs, a king of hearts, an ace of hearts and a four of clubs. She looked at my father, grinned and said, "happy."
No, he wasn't. Dad mumbled under his breath about something, took a shot of the mezcal and told my mother to re-deal.
"Sorry little buckaroo, but not a chance. You made the rules, live by them." Obviously, this wasn't a catch and release program, mom had him hook, line and sinker, and she wasn't about to let him off the hook.
"What?"
"Don't "what" me. You know exactly what I mean, drop your drawers." I wasn't really too excited to see my dad's dick, but let me tell you something, Dee was. My sister sat up and took noticed as soon as the words had left our mother's mouth.
"No, no, no. That's if you're caught cheating." Dad was in denial.
"Uh-uh. Accusing someone of cheating when they're aren't is the same thing as cheating, now drop your fucking drawers." Mom was holding him accountable for his actions.
With tongue in cheek Dee threw out, "Mother, language please, your children are present."
My parents didn't even see the irony in that. Here we are playing strip poker as a family, my sister stark naked, with dad soon to be and someone is concerned about expletives.
"Fine. You know what, fuck it. I'm a good sport too." Almost leaping to his feet, dad pulled down his underwear in one fluid motion and tossed them in my mother's direction. "Happy?" I'm not sure about mom, but Dee sure as hell was, because when dad's penis flopped out on the table, a quiet yet still audible moan escaped her lips.
"Look at that. Nice. Like father like son. Now it's a party." Mom was staring directly at me when she said it and Dee's eyes were glued to dad's dick.
I would like to say that all things were kept even by mom and I losing until we all sat around naked, but that just didn't happen. I did lose the very next hand but only had to take off my t-shirt, but when Dee lost next, the game was at a standstill.
"What now?"
"We quit, that's what." But no one made an attempt to leave the table.
"There are alternatives to removing clothes." Dee must have had an idea of some kind.
"It's called strip poker honey. When there's no more clothes to lose, the game is officially over."
"No mom. How about the one of us that has the highest hand gets to tell the loser what to do or make the loser do something to them or to themselves?"
"Baby, I think that we might be crossing some huge boundaries doing that." Mom knew by the glazed look in dad's eyes that he wouldn't be opposed to the suggestion, so she took it upon herself to now try and be the voice of reason.
"Boundaries? Dad's sitting with his dick out over there and now we're worried about boundaries. I think it will be harmless enough."
"Okay, I had the best hand and you lost. Are you telling me you'd be okay if I told you to finger your vagina in front of your brother and father?" Dee accept the challenge even though it wasn't even a challenge. She pushed her chair back from the table, placed both her feet on the seat of her chair, spread her legs open to expose her glistening sex and plunged a digit into herself. When the digit passed the second knuckle it was hard to tell who was moaning louder, her or her father.
"Young lady you know very well that's not what I meant." Dee smiled, removed the finger, licked it clean and said, "Who's deal? Oh yeah, mine. Pass me the cards."
While Dee dealt, I stared across the table at dad. He still had his mouth open and hadn't taken his eyes off his only daughter.
Everyone watched Dee deal like she was holding the remote to a nuclear weapon and her finger was on the trigger. Mom lost and slid down her panties without even batting an eyelash or getting up from her seat. Mother or not, I was rather disappointed to have not been able to get a view of her sex.
The next hand was won by my mother and without even a second of hesitation she told my dad, who had the lowest hand what to do. "Well Todd, why don't you stand up and lay that dick of yours on the table for 30 seconds."
It didn't seem like to hard of a command, but dad looked pretty sheepish when he did it. My mother cocked her head and looked at him while Dee was practically drooling and all because the man of the house was standing naked in front of his family with precum oozing out of his hard dick.
When the 30 seconds was up, Mom scooped up the cards and dealt them out, slow and deliberately. There was a look in her eye that I just couldn't put my finger on, but it wasn't one of compassion.
After the round was done, I was the only one at the table with anything to wear. My mother released the catch on her bra in a simple fluid motion, and once again, I was graced with the pleasure of looking at my mom's big beautiful tits.
"Lou, it's your turn to get a bottle of wine, and while you're up, grab Benny another beer." The sound of mockery was in his voice. He wanted to pay his wife back for parading him around the room earlier.
Ever the champ, mom popped up from her seat, giving all of us a clear view of her goods. Her areola was crinkled, and her nipples were hardened from the cool air, while her vagina showed a trace amount of finely groomed hair that looked like an arrow pointing to the gap between her legs.
Taking a page out of my father's playbook, I leaned back in my seat to look at mom's chair. Sure enough, just like Dee before her, there was an abundance of slimy evidence that was mom was just as excited as her daughter was to be playing this game.
With fresh drinks all round, we were ready to resume.
As fate would have it, I lost the next hand. I pulled my chair up tight to the table and dropped the last piece of my hardware.
"Hey Benny, why don't you grab everyone another drink." Having just had our drinks refreshed by mom, Dee's taunt brought a laugh from everyone.
My sister grabbed the cards, but my mother stopped her. "Alright, I think we should stop right here. We're all naked. It was a fun game. Let's call it a night." After an "Ah, mom" from Dee, my mother continued. "Everything has been pretty innocent up to this point. If we go any further, we can't undo what happens."
"So, what. We're all big boys and girls. Let's play the game or at least four more hands, once around the table. Anything goes, then we're done." Dee was a foregone conclusion, she wanted to play and that was it. Dad just kept sipping at wine and shots, he didn't appear ready to stop playing, but from the sight of his hardon, you could tell that he was in a weird place. So, looking at me as her only hope, my mother asked me what I thought.
Having nothing more to lose, "I'm cool with once around the table." I was no help to her whatsoever.
The deliberation didn't take as long as I would have guessed. Mom was in charge and she knew it, "Okay, once around the table it is, but here's the rules, take it or leave it. High hand can make the low hand do whatever they feel, or they can choose to have any of the two others do something to one another. Got it?"
"Agreed." "Yeah." "Got it." The McDermid family was about to get down and dirty.
Dee shuffled the cards and just before she proceeded to hand them out, my father called for a cut. It was the first time in the history of any of our games that it had ever happened. Trust had been thrown out the window.
With the deck cut and the hands dealt, everyone watched the faces of their opponents looking for some sort of tell that would indicate where they stood. The flop and reveal told the only story that need be told, mom had won the hand with Dee having the lowest.
In a clockwise motion, our mother looked around the table and stared into the faces of each of us as if looking for the most diabolical scenario for us. I knew that I was safe when her gaze returned to my father. With her arms crossed over her naked breasts, my mom sat in silence, but I could hear the wheels turning in her head.
I don't know if it was a test of fidelity or she was trying to put an end to the game, but I'm certain that I stopped breathing when mom said, "Alright, I have it. Todd, for the next two minutes, I want you to lick your daughter's pussy."
Dee immediately pushed her chair back from the table and put her feet up on the seat, just as she had earlier. My view was impeded, but what I could see, was wet. My father looked at the 19-year-old pussy before his eyes like he was a pitbull looking at a steak.
My mother picked up her phone, set the timer and said, "go". Almost in slow motion, dad dropped to his knees in front of Dee and lowered his head. Mom was staring intently, watching and waiting. I wasn't sure if he was going to do it or not, but Dee arched her back and tossed her head backward indicating that her father's tongue was lapping at her pussy.
I'm sure that my father processed skills that I didn't, but it kind of hurt my feeling the way Dee was reacting to his tongue work. She thrashed about in her chair and after what seemed like no longer than a minute, grabbed my father's head, pulled his face deeper into her crotch and came.
"Time." They weren't stopping. "TIME!!" mom made sure that she was heard loud and clear. When dad sat back in his chair, the light sparkled off the juices that adorned his face. Dee sat satiated next to me.
I was almost too intimidated to deal the cards. I drew a pair of aces, but would they be good enough? Taking three, I prayed for the best, because this game had become dog eat dog and only the winner was safe.
Unfortunately, my aces didn't hold up to my dad's full house, nor did anyone else's hand. Just by looking at my mother's face, you could tell that she knew that she was in trouble.
"Well honey, you seemed to enjoy dishing it out, let's see if you can take it. Ben, you have 2 minutes to try and make your mother cum with your mouth, just like I did to Dee."
Mom stood up at exactly the same time that I did. Was she opting out? Was she just going to quit? No, she turned and sat on the table so that I didn't have to bend as far as my father had. I didn't wait for the timer to be set or for the command to start, instead I dropped down and stuck my tongue into my mother's vagina, as she lay back onto the table.
Everything about it was different from Dee's. It was just as wet, if not even a little bit more so. It wasn't quite as sweet, but the tangy flavor wasn't bad, but it was different. The texture was more course and meaty. My mom's labia hung down away from her pussy like the wings of a small butterfly.
Wrapping my arms up over the tops of her lags, I pushed my tongue into her depths to reach her most forbidden spots. With her lips spread open, I ran the tip of my tongue up her slit and flattened it against her clitoris. The situation didn't allow for any hand or finger stimulation, but my mother didn't need it. Before my father had the chance to call time, she wrapped her thighs tightly on my ears and screamed as she came.
I reached up to hold the hand that was entwined in my hair. Time was up, but I took a few more licks to drink up my mother's nectar. Finally, standing before my mother, I looked down at her beautiful naked body and noticed a tear in the corner of her eye.
I knew the round was over, but something inside me wouldn't allow me to stop. Tracing my hand over the curve of her hips, onto the flats of her stomach, under the sway of her breast, I cupped my mother's warm tit into my hand.
They were murmurs in the room, but nothing was intelligible. I looked into her face and realized that if it was the last thing that I ever did, I had to kiss my mother's plumped cherry colored lips. Leaning forward toward one another, our lips locked just as the tip of my rock-hard penis pushed into her silky gash.
Hot air escaped my mother's lips and rushed into my mouth as she said, "Oh, gawd." Looking into her face, I waited, not knowing what to do. "Do it baby, fill me up." Not wanting to let her down, I did as I was told. Slow and steady, I inched my cock into my mother's velvet sheath.
Unlike my sister, mom had a completely different skill set. She had absolute control over her vaginal muscles and squeezed and caressed me to the point of explosion.
Thrusting into my mother, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Dee bouncing on my father's cock. He was sitting back in his chair, as she tried to stab herself to death on his cock.
The whole ordeal was surreal to say the least. My mouth was full of mom's hard nipples and soft glorious boobs. She was frantically panting into my ear as I rammed my dick into her pussy. My father now had Dee bent over the back of a piece of living room furniture and was cupping her tits as he thrust into her.
I wasn't going to last, and my mom could sense it. "Hold on baby. Just a few more seconds. Wait for mommy." When she said that, my pace picked up, I reached down and grabbed hold of her breasts and closed my eye, praying that I wouldn't let her down.
It didn't take as long as I thought it would until mom let out a moan and said, "Now, baby, now." I shot spurt after spurt of molten lava into my mother's vagina. We were locked together as one, joined by our sex. Leaning forward, my mom nuzzled my neck and whispered, "Was it as good as it was with your sister?" I couldn't give an answer to that. It was completely different. Just as exciting, just as dangerous, just as good, just different. In reply, I kissed my mother and pressed my tongue past her beautiful red lips and into her mouth.
Helping her to her feet, we looked over at Dee who was fellating her father. I arched an eyebrow at mom, and she pushed me backwards onto the table.
Mom was very skilled in the arts of oral sex. She had no problem licking all of her juices off of my shaft and balls, and when she sucked me deep into her mouth, I felt my shaft being hugged by her throat. It didn't take long. My mother was on a mission to make me cum and once again, I had no plans to let her down. I grabbed the edge of the table with such force, I thought that I'd splinter the wood. With a growling, "OH, FUCK..." I came in my own mother's mouth and she swallowed every last drop of her baby boy's semen.
Holding her in a deep hug, we watched as Dee finished with my father. He was a little over-zealous when he came and pulled her head a bit to deep. She coughed and spit up some of his cum, but she swallowed what she could.
There was a little bit of tension in the air, but it wasn't as bad as one might expect. It was late. We had all had incestuous sex. So, there wasn't a lot that could be said.
Dad knew there was some uneasiness, he could feel it too, so he kissed Dee. Walked over and kissed his wife, gabbed her hand and led her toward his bedroom. Looking back over his shoulder, he said, "Love you guys. See you in the morning."
I found Dee in a steaming shower, with her hair full of shampoo. With a mouth full of toothpaste, I reminded her, "Hey save some of that hot water for me."
"If you're worried that there won't be enough, maybe you should get in here with me." And she pulled open the glass door.
The hot water glistened and beaded in small droplets on Dee's smooth bronzed skin. I soaped and washed her back, watching as the water found its way down her skin, into the valley of her butt cheeks and disappear into a pool at the bottom of the shower. I could have easily watched her bathe for hour's, she was elegant and graceful. Even at just nineteen, she seemed to have a superior sexuality to any other girls that we had met in our travels.Dee returned the favor, using her girlie soap to wash and rinse my private parts. After the two large loads that had found their way into my mother this evening, I didn't think that another erection would be an option, but there it was. As my sister cleansed my genitals, her magic hands brought me back to life.
With her leg placed on the edge of the stone seating ledge, I had full access to her wipe open vagina. As I entered her warmth it was very evident that this was radically different from the other times that we had been together. Locked together in one another's arms, we were making love.
The low soft moans and the way that our arms were entangled only helped to heighten our senses as we thrusted onto the other. Pulling my shaft out until just the tip remained inside of her, brought shudders and shivers that coursed through Dee's body as the warm beads of water pelted her clit. Lost in time and lost in love, I steadied my pace until I neared the finish.
With her left hand entwined in my hair and the right arm wrapped around my waist, my twin sister bit down on my shoulder as the waves of ecstasy ripped through her body. I couldn't have held back if I tried. I released my load into Dee's waiting love nest and instantly looked forward to the next time that we would be together again.
Rewashing was not nearly as erotic as it had been earlier. Completely spent, I almost had to carry my lover to her bed. It was the first time that we slept together in one bed without the worry of being caught.
As the early morning light burst into our room, it instantly became apparent that concern, emotion and uncertainty would be all the rides at the carnival. Today was going to be special. How would everyone react in the light of day? How do we move on or even carry on after the events from last night?
Beckoning Dee to assist me, we made our way downstairs to the kitchen. With a quick tidy up from the night before, a fresh pot of coffee was put on and eggs, bacon and toast were assembled.
In all the countries in which we have lived, one thing as stood the test of time. The smell of coffee and food will always helped round up our family.
Our parents, adorned in robes, joined us from their room. Their hair was messed and as tired as they looked, they were smiling.
"Wow, something smells good. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Nothing. Ben and I thought that it was our turn to make breakfast for a change." Everyone took Dee's word at face value and sat down to eat. Ironically, in the same spots as we had sat the evening before.
Breakfast talk was light and airy. No discussion of Covid-19. No talk of death and despair, only happy tales filled the room. While not oblivious to the issues, at this moment, we were remote and distant from the goings on in the world.
"So, what do you kids have planned for today." Mom was smiling at us as any mother who had just eaten a meal made by her children and watched as they cleaned up, would have.
The smile lasted only a second until Dee dropped the bomb. "Well, we still have to finish the game."
Our mother jumped up out of her seat, causing the chair to topple backwards onto the wood floor. I'm sure that she remembered that there were two hands to go, but I'm guessing she had thought with the events that had transpired last night, we had finished. "What? No. This isn't a goddamn game of Jumanji, it doesn't have to be played until the end."
Dee just smiled, "Sorry mom, you made the rules and they were loud and clear, once around the room, take it or leave it. Having said that, it's your deal."
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