Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail Chapter 19: A Date Set Ben grumbled impatiently as he sat on the living room couch. He glanced at the stairs for the umpteenth time and weighed his options. And he still didn't feel very convinced of what he wanted to do. He glances at the television in the corner of the room and felt even more uninterested in the rerun of the 70s sit com that had his little sister entranced. He was sure he'd seen the same episode at least a dozen times already. He remembered watching the show in the afternoon during summer when he was off from school. He glanced down at Angela sitting on the living room floor, staring glassy eyed at the television. She seemed more than happy to just stay down here like dad asked. He glanced at the stair again with a disgusted look, he was sure that their father had entirely forgotten about them. "I'm going upstairs." He announced, not really setting his mind to it, but testing to see if Angela would volunteer to be an accomplice. "Dad told us to stay down here." Angela replied, not even glancing array from the television. "So?" Ben shrugged. "You're going to get in trouble." The television's hold over Angela was briefly broken as she looked at him. It was more of a warning look that anything else. Then she went right back to watching the screen. Ben glanced at the stairs again, then shrugged his shoulders and decided to go for it. He had somewhere to be right now and he really couldn't wait any longer. He walked carefully to the stairs, straining to try and hear what was going on upstairs over the dull blaring of the television. When he couldn't hear anything, he started up the stairs slowly. Trying to be as quiet as possible. He winced when the sixth step squeaked under the pressure of his weight. He knew it would, but for some reason he always forgot to avoid it. When it didn't seem like anyone had noticed his misstep, he continued up the stairs. At the top of the stairs he looked towards the open door of his parent's bedroom. He could hear groans and moans issuing from it and he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. He paused at the stop of the stairs, glancing at the door to his own bedroom, then back to his parent's bedroom. This was probably just the thing that his dad wanted them to stay downstairs about. But then, this morning they had said that it wasn't any big deal. He was a little confused by this contradiction. He knew he probably should just go to his own room and get to what he had been trying to get to. But then, the lure of the open door and the moans just seemed too enticing a temptation to pass up. Besides, one little glance wouldn't do any harm. And maybe mom might actually like him to jump in. Ben swallowed as he mentally set himself to the course he had planned. He walked to the doorway as quietly as possible, while still trying to appear casual. He didn't want to make it seem like he was sneaking around. Even though he was. He reached the doorway just in time to see his mother lowering herself down on top of his father. She was kneeling astride his hips and his cock was bright red and erect, the tip of it just beginning to disappear inside his mother. A sensation he was now well aware of. This didn't seem that unusual a situation, even though it was the first time he had seen it personally. But what was surprising was that Cat was holding their father's cock, holding it in place for their mother. He watched for a moment more, as his mother dropped completely down and dad's cock disappeared entirely inside her. He saw his older sister pull her hand out from between their hips, her hand covered in glistening fluid. His eyes rising slightly to watch as his mother threw her head backwards, her chest jutting forward. His father's hands grabbing her breasts and squeezing them. He backed away from the door, feeling out of breath. He didn't feel comfortable watching any further. And he really didn't want to be spotted watching either. He backed away from the door quickly, passing by Angela's bedroom door, and ducking into his own bedroom. He closed the door quickly as he caught his breath. The image of his parent's moving together continued to flash in his mind. The brief glimpse of Cat in just a towel only added to the excitement he felt building inside him. He glanced at his computer; he had a date to get to. He crossed the rooms on shaky legs and turned the computer on. Waiting for it to boot up was just as painful, if not more so, than usual. But finally the hard drive quieted down and it seemed ready to do his bidding. He quickly logged on, typing in his account and password information as an after thought. The information was so imbedded in his mind that the motions had become almost a natural reaction, requiring no thought what so ever. He had only been online for a half second before the accusing instant message appeared on his screen. "You're late." TechnoGypsy said to him, quickly followed by, "I was starting to think you stood me up." "Dad took us out for pizza." He replied, his fingers dancing quickly across the keyboard. "Hold on, I'm turning on my cam." He leaned over the side of the desk and plugged the USB chord into the front of his computer. The other end of it attached to the small round camera that stood on the edge of his monitor. "I see you now." TechnoGypsy had already commented before Ben had sat back up fully. "Why are you all red?" Ben glanced at the screen for a second, barely able to make out his own reflection in the glass. Then started typing his reply. "Turn on your cam and I'll tell you." A little smiley face came in reply to his words and a second later the little cam window lit up. Showing Lauren, TechnoGypsy, sitting on the bed in her small dorm room. He could only see her face, neck, and shoulders, but he could tell she was wearing a t-shirt of some kind. She had a slightly concerned look on her face, a frown that played havoc on the freckles that covered her cheeks. "There. Now tell me what's wrong?" After she had typed that, Lauren leaned out of the shot of the cam, reappearing a second later. Her hands were slipping a headset onto her head. "Nothing's wrong." Ben smirked, intentionally withholding the juiciest piece of information. It took a moment for Lauren to reply, her typing fingers occupied moving the small microphone closer to her lips. Once it seemed positioned right, she looked more like an air traffic controller or a telephone operator. "Don't lie. I can tell you're teasing me." Her fingers typed quickly, and then she leaned back. Her lips moving silently in the little window. "Hold on." Ben quickly typed, wanting her to stop speaking. "I need to get my headphones." He leaned over and opened one of the desk drawers. Pulling out a headset, a long mangled and tangled wire trailing behind it. He plugged it into his computer as he leaned back up. On the screen he could see Lauren's impatient face, waiting for him. "So where have you really been?" "I told you," he typed back to her. "Dad took us out for pizza." Lauren leaned closer to her screen, like she was trying to peer deeper into him, her voice now a conspiratorial whisper, "you were fucking your mother again, weren't you?" Ben gave her a smug look and shook his head no., but still refused to provide any more information. To Ben's surprise, Lauren met his reluctance with a sly smile of her own. "Fine, if that's the game you want to play." Ben was about to start typing his reply when Lauren shifted up, her face disappearing from the small window. Instead he saw the front of her bright pink t-shirt fill up the screen. There was a picture of a happy looking cartoon bunny face in the center of it, with a small red bullet hole in the fore head. Above it was emblazoned the logo "Goodbye Kitty." He only had a moment to remark on the t-shirt before it crumpled up slightly and then started to rise. She dropped down in the seat as the shirt rose, for a moment all he saw was her bright red hair poking out of the neck hole of the shirt that was wrapped around her face. Then the shirt was gone and her grinning face appeared. Her shoulders bare and covered with more freckles, covered only by the small white straps of what he assumed was a bra. "There. So what were you up to?" She whispered into her microphone. "Nice t-shirt." He typed back to her, smiling proudly. "Thank you." She said in a normal voice, "Now stop trying to change the subject. Spill it." He stuck his tongue out at the camera and then started typing again. "I just saw my parents." Lauren blinked at the screen for a moment, frowning with disappointment. "Saw them? Saw them what?" Ben stared smugly at the screen for a moment, and then typed. "The bra too. Then I'll tell you." "Bastard." Lauren grumbled, she wasn't really annoyed, but she wanted to make sure he thought so. The last thing she needed was for him to think this sort of thing came easy. She shifted forward in her seat, her nose growing to ungodly proportions in the small window. Her fingers finding the clasp of the bra and unsnapping it. She leaned back as the white straps on her shoulder went slack, her fingers rising and sliding them off her shoulders. Of course, that was all he could see since she seemed to be careful not to sit up or back too far. "So?" Lauren mumbled accusingly into the microphone. Ben decided he was going to let her slide for a moment, not press for more. After all, he still had a small detail of it that he could save. "They were in bed and fucking." He typed quickly; he could see Lauren lick her lips as she read the words. "Dad was on his back and mom was on top of him. I could see everything." "They let you watch?" Lauren asked, with a slight sound of incredulity to her voice. "Let me see your tits and I'll tell you." Ben's fingers flew across the keyboard in anticipation. "Hey!" To his surprise, Lauren suddenly shouted and turned her head away from the screen. "Some privacy please! I'm talking to my boyfriend here!" Ben blinked at the words. They weren't meant for him to hear, he was sure of it. She might even have misspoken. Or just outright lied to the unseen person that had intruded on them. But still, she called him her boyfriend. "When am I going to meet this mystery man?" Ben could barely hear the unknown voice speaking. "One of these days." Lauren replied quickly, "Now if you'd please let me be alone with my man for a little while longer?" "Man?" Ben's heart flew at the use of those words. She called him a man. She called him her man. He tried to calm himself a bit; he didn't want to read too much into the words. Read too much, expect too much, and then end up being horribly disappointed. He tried to reign in his thoughts as he heard a door close over Lauren's microphone. "Sorry about that." Lauren apologized sheepishly as she looked back at the screen. "I guess this is going to be an early night." "It's Sunday anyway." Ben typed in reply, trying to sound understanding and reassuring, without letting too much of his thoughts slip. "I have school in the morning." "My sister was in there with them." He added, freely, not bothering to ask for anything in reply this time. Suddenly he didn't seem as intent to see her "goodies" as he'd normally refer to them. "Wait." Lauren stared at the screen in confusion. "Who was with who where?" Ben smiled widely now, her confusing was amusing, and cute. And, on top of that, it made her momentarily forget about the camera. Her breasts peeked into the screen as she leaned back. The reddish edge of the top of her areolas just making it into view. "Cat. My sister." He typed as what he had spied replayed in his mind. "She was in there helping them." Lauren blinked for a second, and then frowned, "no way." Her voice was disbelieving, but not dismissive. She seemed to not doubt what he was saying, but was still reluctant to process it completely. "Yeah." Ben typed faster as the mental images made his pulse race even quicker. "I came upstairs and heard them at it in the bedroom. I went to take a look and that's when I saw Cat and the both of them." Lauren visibly swallowed as she thought about this. The fingers of one of her hands wantonly starting to rub her left nipple. Obviously any sense of modesty she might have playfully had a minute ago was now gone. "Cat is your younger sister?" Lauren asked, breathlessly. "No, that's Angela." Lauren actually seemed slightly disappointed, which surprised Ben. It didn't even occur to him that someone else would be this excited hearing about the goings on of his own family. "Cat is my older sister." He watched as Lauren continued to maul her left nipple, now rolling between her fingers, before pulling on it. "More details." Lauren panted; she shifted back in her seat, letting her entire chest and torso come into view. Her hand moved to her right breast, the fingers immediately pulling hard at her other nipple. "Dad and mom were fucking. Mom was on top of him. Cat was holding his dick as mom was bouncing up and down on him." Ben added, noting that the more details he added, the harder Lauren abused her own body. "When Cat pulled her hand out from between them, she started licking it clean." Okay, he admitted it to himself. He embellished a bit. He didn't stay around long enough to see what Cat had done after that, but it sounded good. The way Lauren grunted and now pinched both of her nipples, she seemed to agree. "Angela did some stuff too? Do you want to hear about that?" He waited eagerly for Lauren's reaction to his typed words. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the screen. Her voice was slightly meek, but very excited. "Really? Yes, I do." "Can I watch you while I tell you?" Ben felt his heart palpitate as he waited for her to reply. Normally it was a big game to him. He'd tease her, she'd tease him, and then one or the other of them would demand something more. A little more teasing, then eventually someone would relent. This was the first time he found himself asking in a long time. "Umhm." Lauren murmured in reply, leaning forward again. For a brief second, one of her breasts dominated the computer screen, looking three times normal size. Then the view jarred as she moved the camera. The contents of the small dorm room whizzed by indecipherably, before the screen finally focused normally. Rumpled cloth, the edge of a wooden pole, and the industrial shade of light blue paint came into view. There was nothing else for a moment, before a bare belly and a blue jean covered waist came into view. He could still hear her breathing, rushed and fevered. Hands came into the frame very quickly now, unbuttoning the jeans, unzipping them, then pushing them down. Either she hadn't been wearing panties or she took them off at the same time as the jeans, because a crimson red bush of red hair came into view. The bottom of her bush gave way to a darker brown color and seemed matted with her sweat. Even lower he could see the lips of her pussy peeking out, a brighter red, showing off just how excited she was. Lauren disappeared out of view for a moment, and then reappeared, crawling on all fours across his view screen, across her bed he assumed. She leaned against the wall, spreading her legs wide for him, then turning her head and dragging her laptop screen into view. She turned to look at the camera and smiled, "there, have a good view now?" Ben just stared at his vantage for a moment, unable to come up with words that would do it justice. The camera had to be positioned on her bed, sitting between her legs. Her breasts hung a bit lower now, heaving up and down slowly as she breathed. Her small, normally pink nipples were a bright red from the pinching she had been doing. "Yes." Was all he was able to reply, he felt kind of embarrassed at not having anything better to say. "Oh, I can tell you like it." Lauren teased, reminding him that she was able to see his face as well. She licked a finger, and then rubbed the saliva on her left nipple. "Now tell." Ben swallowed as he watched, then nodded, doing his best to type properly while he kept watching her on his screen. "I'm sure Angela and dad have done something. This morning at breakfast, Angela said that they fucked." Ben nodded slowly, adding emphasis to his typing. "That's so fucking hot." Lauren moaned, her hand going back to pinching her nipple. Her other hand wasted no time, passing through her bush and rubbing the lips of her pussy. "Dad said they didn't fuck." Ben added, slightly reluctantly. "But he did say they did something. I think maybe she gave dad a blow job. And dad must have touched her or licked her too." Lauren grunted loudly now, shoving two of her fingers completely into her own pussy. Her voice was barely a pant now. "How old is Angela?" "She's eight." Ben watched Lauren's eyes read his words and heard her gasp loudly as she processed them. Her hand froze in place and for a moment Ben thought he might have said too much. "Holy fucking hell." Lauren whispered, pulling her fingers out of herself and then slamming them back inside her even faster. Ben blinked in surprise at the sudden increase in Lauren's intensity. "She's in third grade." Lauren moaned out loudly for a second, before clamping her mouth closed. The dull rumble of her groan still made it to her microphone. "Do you want to see a picture of her?" Ben offered, trying his best to drive her crazy. Lauren turned and looked at the camera, surprised. "You have one?" "Yeah. Hold on." Ben quickly navigated the computer, locating a family picture they had taken at the local mega store earlier in the year. He sent it over to her just as easily. He watched as she pulled her fingers from inside herself, her pussy gaping open for a moment before the lips slipped back together. He watched as she used that same hand to manipulate her mouse, casually spreading her own shimmering juices across its plastic. At the same time he reached down and quickly loosened his own jeans and pushed them down. His white jockey shorts followed a second later, leaving his raging hard on free. "Oh god, she's so tiny." Lauren murmured as she stared at her own screen. "And she had your dad's dick in her mouth?" Ben didn't bother to type, his hand busy stroking himself up and down, instead just nodding slowly. He watched as her eyes took in the rest of the picture, studying each of them it seemed. Ben wiped his hand on the side of his jeans before he typed, "Angela and Cat did some stuff last night too." Lauren's hand went back down between her legs, this time forcing three of her fingers inside herself. She grunted as she did it and to Ben it sounded like she was actually straining. "Angela said that Cat sucked her tits." Ben continued to type rapidly, wanting to get his hands back down between his own legs. "She said that Cat ate her out and then used a vibrator on her." Lauren moaned as she read Ben's words, her hand moving even quicker. He dropped his own hands to his cock and started to stroke it up and down as he watched her. He watched as she licked a finger of her other hand, then shifted her hips. He was even more surprised as he watched her press the new finger against her anus, grunting slowly as she forced the finger slowly inside herself. "Your two sisters." She moaned, her eyes closed now. "Oh god, so hot." Ben stroked himself harder now as he watched her. His other hand starting to squeeze his balls, not too hard, imagining that it was Lauren's hands touching him. Lauren had gotten two full knuckles of her finger inside her ass, her other hand pistoning even harder against her pussy. Her voice just a burning whisper now, "I want to watch. I want to see you fuck your mother." Ben watched the screen for a second, seeing how just those words seemed to enflame Lauren even further. He continued to stroke himself as he one hand typed a reply, "Okay." Lauren's head twitched as she read his reply, sinking her finger fully into her ass now. "I want to see your sister eat your cum out of your mother. Her little face covered in it." Ben started stroking himself faster, the ideas bringing him even closer to cumming. "Next weekend." He typed in reply. Lauren gasped loudly now, thrashing her head back and forth as she worked the fingers of both her hands in and out of her body. "Next weekend, yes. I want you to fuck me too. For real." Those words were all it took; he felt his cock spasm in his hand, then cum shooting out of him, painting long strings of white across his chest. Making him pant for air. Lauren bit down on her lower lip as she watched, her back suddenly arching and her hands stopping. For a long moment she just stayed that way, locked in place, unbreathing. Then her mouth relaxed and a low, satisfied moan slipped out. Her lower lip still showing the impression of her teeth. "I have to go." She slowly groaned, reluctantly. "Before my roommate gets back again." Ben nodded slowly, reaching his hands weakly up to his keyboard. "Next weekend?" Lauren nodded slowly. "Definitely. We'll talk about it this week." She gave him a warm smile, and then leaned forward, towards the camera. She made a kissing motion to it, and then turned back to her computer. The viewing screen going dark, then her name disappearing off of his friends list. Ben sat at his desk for a long moment, catching his breath and recollecting his scattered wits. He was happy that they'd finally meet this weekend. But he wasn't quite sure how he was going to tell his parents about it.