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 Title: Catching Taboo Ch.  02


Summary: Dave and Abby - Caught twice!


Keywords: inc,fic,brother,sister,hot,twins





   Wednesday, June 4th, 2008.  High school was over and my leaving for
college in Oregon loomed in almost three months.  My parents told my twin
sister Abby and me that we didn't have to get summer jobs, to enjoy our
summer break, although we still had our chores to do around the house.

   So it was that I was pushing our mower over the lawn when Abby came out
of the house wearing a straw hat, sunglasses and a bright green string
bikini she had worn the year before that now barely contained a body that
she certainly had not possessed that summer.  Her boobs had gained at least
a cup size while her abdominal muscles were showing more definition than
ever.  The slightly chubby teen she had been when we started high school
was long gone.  In her place was a phenomenally beautiful young woman. 
"Damn, she got hot," I muttered, hoping the motor of the mower would keep
her from hearing.

   How had I not noticed her blossom over the winter?  That's right, she
wore baggy sweaters almost all the time.  Even when spring began, she
switched to baggy tshirts which gave only a hint that her chest had gotten
bigger.  This was the first time I'd seen her in a bikini since the
previous summer ended.

   She sat in one of the pool chairs and started spreading suntan lotion
onto her arms, making those boobs bounce in front of her.  Concealed by my
own sunglasses, I couldn't pull my eyes away from her, steering the mower
more by peripheral vision and memory of the yard than anything else.

   "Fuck.  Why does the hottest eighteen year old in Nashville have to be
my own sister?" I asked myself.  As I watched her spread lotion across her
chest, I felt my cock start to respond.  "Stop it, stop it, stop it," I
pleaded with myself.  She had already accused me of being a pervert because
she had walked in on me a month earlier watching porn on the laptop
computer I'd gotten for my 18th birthday, when the actress on screen was a
blond like her, but much older and nowhere near as beautiful, I thought. 
The last thing I'd need was Abby seeing me with an erection in my athletic
shorts.  They were baggy, which would hopefully hide the bulge in the snug
boxer-briefs underneath.

   I managed to finish the last of the lawn, without accidentally running
over any of Mom's flower beds, and rolled the mover into the shed, topped
off its gas tank, detached and emptied the clipping bag into the compost
bin, and reattached it.  As I came out of the shed, planning to head inside
for a decidedly cold shower, Abby asked, "Can you spread tanning lotion on
my back, Dave?"

   "Ummm, sure, sis," I responded, coming around the pool to where she was
letting the back of the lounger down, so she could lay flat across it, face
down, sweeping her long blond hair away from her neck.  I sat by her thighs
on the left edge of the lounger, grabbed her tube of suntan lotion and
squeezed a dollop onto my left hand, then spread it to the right hand
before I stroked both hands across her upper back and shoulders.

   "I saw you watching me," she said, in a matter-of-fact tone.  "Don't
deny it."

   Caught.  "Sorry, sis," I whispered, as I moved to spreading more lotion
onto her lower back.

   "I'm not bothered," she said.  "Hell, it's flattering.  Even if you are
my brother."

   "You think I'm a pervert," I said.

   "No, I only ever said that to get under your skin.  At least, you're no
worse than any other guys our age, I guess.  I'd still be inside or over at
Debra's house, if I really wanted to avoid you seeing me.  But I want to
tan, so I guess I'll have to put up with my brother seeing my boobs," she
said, hesitating before adding, "I might even let you see me with my top
off, if you won't tell Mom.  I'd like to tan topless."

   "That'd be pretty inappropriate, Abby," I said, realizing how much I
wanted just that.  I'd reached the waistline of her bottoms and reluctantly
took my hands off of her, saying, "All done," as if that was going to
change the subject.

   "Oh, c'mon," she said, turning onto her right side to look back at me
with her blue/gray eyes, giving me a clear look at about an inch of the
underside of her breasts, where the too-small bikini cups had crept up. 
"We both know you want to see them and you're not going to be able to stop
thinking about it, now that I've mentioned it.  I want you to.  You're the
only guy I trust enough to give me an honest opinion."

   "That you have gorgeous tits?  I don't need to see your nipples to tell
you that."

   "Not just that," she said, before sighing.  "Fuck.  This isn't going the
way I planned it out.  So, I'm just going to be honest.  I want you, Dave.
I want you to be my first lover, okay?" Her left hand reached for my crotch
and stroked my half-hard cock through my shorts.

   I went blank, for maybe 30 seconds as my cock thickened more under her
hand, before I could speak again.  "You want us to commit incest."

   "Unless Mom miraculously reveals that I'm adopted, to explain why I'm
the only blond in the family, that's what it would mean, yeah.  But I don't
much care about the law or the taboo, other than not wanting to get caught.
I love you, Dave.  I think I might even be in love with you.  I want us to
express that love, physically.  At least once, maybe for this whole summer.
Then we can move on to college and find spouses down the road, okay? 
You'll be on the other side of the country most of the year.  I'm on birth
control, so we don't have to worry about pregnancy, which is the main
reason for the incest taboo, at least between siblings in the first place.
Please?" she whined.

   "Jeez, Abby.  You've got your mind set on this, don't you?" I knew that
meant trouble.  I just didn't know how much.

   She simply nodded, not saying anything more.

   "That means that if I say 'no' today, you'll just ask again tomorrow," I
said.  "You know that I'll eventually cave in, so I'm better off just
saying 'yes', now." Would I ever learn how to make her accept a 'no'?

   Abby rotated her body next to me, moving into a sitting position and
giving me a devilish grin before leaning into me to kiss me.  Like-a-lover
kiss me.  Her bountiful boobs pressed into my chest, her nipples poking
into me.  Her right hand slid into the leg opening of my shorts to grasp my
cock by the root, solid as a rock.  "Gawd, you're huge," she muttered,
between kisses.

   My shaft was 7" and maybe a little thicker than average, but certainly
not porn-star big.

   "How many cocks have you held, to make that comparison?" I asked. 
"Because I'm not really that much bigger than average."

   Abby replied, "A couple.  I gave my prom date a hand job at the end of
the night, but nothing more, hoping for a day like today with you.  Plus,
I've checked out the few sex toys Mom has hidden in her bedroom.  They're
smaller than you, although I've certainly seen bigger dildos online.  Most
of those scare me.  I want to see it."

   Her hands untied the drawstring to the shorts, then she pulled on the
legs as I lifted my ass to let them slide off, followed by her pulling off
my boxer-briefs as I drew my tshirt over my head and kicked off the old
boat shoes I used for yard work.

   Sitting there naked, Abby stared at my cock and balls while she reached
behind her and untied her top, causing her breasts to drop out of the cups,
exposing even more of their bottoms.  Her nipples remained obscured until
she swept the string around her neck over her head and pulled the top away
from her front.

   Her areola were a pale pink, slightly puffy, with a flattened,
dime-width nipple in the middle.  Unsupported by the bikini, her breasts
dropped only a little bit, still supporting their own weight instead of
laying on her ribcage.

   "They're fuckin' fantastic, sis," I said, raising a hand to tentatively
caress the left one.  She leaned towards me to press into my hand, grabbing
my left hand to place it over her right breast.  I squeezed both firm
globes for a minute or more, as her hands lowered to stroke my cock some
more and I initiated the next round of kissing.  We continued like this for
a couple of minutes, before Abby pushed away and rose from the lounger.

   "Lay down, Dave," she ordered.  "Whether or not you think you're big, I
think I should be on top, to start.  My hymen's pretty much gone, due to
sports, so you don't have to worry on that account.  From everything I've
read, I do need to stretch around you gradually, though."

   I said, "I either need some of this suntan lotion or we need to go
inside.  That sun's already hot on my skin.  It wouldn't do to get burned
and have to answer why I was naked in the yard." Abby quickly spread lotion
across my chest, arms and legs, avoiding getting any on my rigid cock,
where it might transfer to her vagina.

   As soon as I was protected from sunburn, Abby straddled my legs, my cock
right in front of her bikini bottoms.  As I watched, she untied the strings
at her hips and pulled the cloth from between her legs.  The only thing
preventing me from seeing her slit was my own cock.  She rocked her hips
back and forth a few times, rubbing her wet pussy against my balls and the
root of my cock.

   Then she rose up over my cock and I saw her virgin pussy for mere
seconds before she started to descend, taking me inside of her, so it was
virgin no more.  Slowly, I felt her insides resisting the intrusion of my
glans and shaft, as her tight love tube stretched to make room for me.  I'd
only been with three women before Abby and none were as tight.

   "I love you, Dave," Abby said, when her pussy had taken me all the way
inside.

   "I love you too, Abby," I replied, as she began to rise up a couple of
inches, then dropped onto me again.  Every stroke she took got longer,
until finally she was nearly lifting all the way off before dropping down
again.

   I reached my hand between us to caress her clit, as her own hands
squeezed her nipples, and...

   "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" Mom's shrillest voice,
ten feet to my left.

   Abby didn't stop bouncing on my cock as she boasted, "That should be
obvious, mother.  We're making love."

   That ended abruptly as Mom grabbed Abby by the hair and pulled her off
of me, then dragged her inside, swatting her across the ass with every
step. "You.  Do.  Not.  Have.  Sex.  With.  Your.  Brother," she said,
between slaps.

   "Oh, fuck," I muttered, knowing we were in deep shit, not yet wondering
why Mom was even home.  I grabbed my clothes and sneaked into the house as
I heard Mom still screaming at Abby in her bedroom for what Mom assumed
Abby had instigated.  In my own bedroom, I hastily got into clean clothes,
grabbed my wallet, phone and the keys to my old car and got out the front
door before Mom could stop me.  Looking back, it was the coward's way out,
but I figured if I could let her cool down, it would be better for all
concerned.

   Three hours of hiding out later, I received a text on my phone from my
father's number: "Not calling police, but we ARE separating you.  You are
flying Portland tomorrow 9 AM flight.  Uncle Matt will pick up, knows why.
Packed suitcase and backpack with passport, laptop, books and a boarding
pass inside will be on front porch.  Pick up but don't come in.  Don't call
or text your sister, her phone is off."

   It was followed by another: "Text me where car parked at airport.  Will
sell and send money.  Matt already has car 4 you.  Will ship more stuff
once packed up.  Discuss conditions 4 return later.  Maybe no sooner than
graduation.  Put focus into studies + move on to other girls."

   I was numb the whole way to Oregon, unable to cry until I reached the
guest bedroom at Uncle Matt and Aunt Sheila's house, then I didn't stop for
two days.

   ~~~~~

   It was early July before Abby could call me.  My first question was,
"Are Mom and Dad listening in?"

   "They're in the room, but can't hear you," Abby said.

   "I'm so sorry, Abby," I said.

   "Don't be.  I'll treasure that day, no matter what." Apparently to my
parents, she said, "Well, I will.  You can't take that memory away from me,
no matter what else you do to punish us."

   "Abby, don't antagonize them," I said.  "It gets us nowhere.  We got
caught and have to pay their penalty.  Don't push them to make it bigger
than it already is.  We're both still dependent on them for college, for
one thing.  My scholarship is only partial and if Mom and Dad won't cover
the rest or won't pay for yours, we're both screwed."

   "Okay, I'll try," she said.  "You'll remember I said we would need to
move on from each other eventually.  We simply have to start now, instead.
I love you, but this might be all you hear from me this summer."

   It was indeed the last time I heard her voice for months.  Text
messaging was blocked on her phone and Abby's Facebook account was shut
down.  We exchanged some emails via her home account, but I was certain my
parents were going to be monitoring it, so I stuck to safe topics and so
did she.  I put my effort into getting ready for the first day of classes
and trying to let Abby and how it felt to make love to her fade from my
thoughts, not very successfully, I admit.  The way things ended only served
to make those moments together more vibrant in my memory.

   I dated here and there during college, got laid occasionally, but never
really formed a lasting relationship with any of the young women.  They
simply didn't measure up to Abby in my mind or heart.  I didn't know if
anyone else ever would.

   ~~~~~

   In the end, Mom and Dad's conditions for my return to Tennessee were
having my college diploma and either Abby or me being married.  So, when
Abby announced her engagement to recently graduated policeman Jack Henfield
before our Junior years, with an intention to marry after her graduation, I
was able to get my parents to relent enough that I could move home just
before the wedding so I could attend it, on condition that I stay away from
Abby until the actual wedding day.

   My accounting degree would make it fairly easy to go into business for
myself as a consultant, once I was back in state.  I took a series of short
gigs in Portland over the summer, then had my meager possessions shipped
back to Nashville and started drumming up business as I set up an
apartment.

   Standing in the church during the wedding march, I got my first glimpse
at the maid of honor, Jan Henfield, Jack's younger sister and Abby's
roommate throughout her college years.  My first impression was of a
slender brunette, beautiful in a vivacious way.  She made eye contact with
me and gave me a big smile.

   Then, I saw Abby.  Four years had made her even more beautiful than she
already was at 18.  She glowed with happiness walking on our dad's arm, but
both avoided looking at me.

   During the reception, Abby finally approached me, with Jan in tow, and
introduced us.  My second impression of Jan, side by side with Abby, was
that they were about as close to opposites in terms of body type as I could
imagine.  Abby, maybe a little curvier than at 18, was clearly still as
fit. Jan, as I mentioned, was slender but still womanly, with an infectious
laugh and a sexy flirtatiousness she exercised on me for several minutes as
Abby looked on without a trace of jealousy.

   Under the suspicious eyes of our parents, I managed to get a dance with
Abby, awkwardly holding her at a distance.  She leaned in as close as she
dared and whispered, "Jan's perfect for you, Dave.  Besides being my best
friend, she'll help convince Mom and Dad that you've moved on from me.  Ask
her out at least a couple of times.  For me?"

   I whispered back, "Anything for you, you know that.  Even pretend that I
don't still love you, desperately."

   Abby squeezed the hand holding hers in warning, before making eye
contact and whispering, "I could never be your wife and we both knew it
from that first day.  Jan's the one woman you could be with who won't make
me jealous of her, so give her a fair chance at your heart.  It would get
Mom and Dad to trust you more, because they already trust Jan.  Just like
being with Jack finally got them to let up on me."

   ~~~~~

   Abby was right.  Falling in love with Jan helped to heal the wounds my
heart had suffered over the previous four years of separation from Abby,
although Jan knew nothing about our one liaison or the true reason I had
stayed in Oregon throughout my college years.  We married almost exactly a
year after Abby and Jack.  We successfully socialized with them, in the
presence of my parents and without.  Abby and I were never really alone
together, though.  I felt I had moved on, finally.

   At least, that was the case until both of our spouses changed jobs in
2016.  Jan took an IT consulting job requiring travel about one week per
month, while Jack left the Nashville P.D.  to start a private investigation
business and had to increasingly do surveillance at night, usually two or
three nights in a row.

   The first time that both of those coincided, about six months after the
job changes, Abby showed up at my doorstep, carrying a bottle of red wine.
She said, "I thought I'd keep you company, rather than both of us being
home alone.  Usually, I can arrange to swap shifts at the hospital so I can
work while Jack does surveillance and have more time off when he doesn't,
but I couldn't arrange it this time."

   "C'mon in," I said, taking the bottle from her and heading to the
kitchen to open it and pour two glasses.  She followed me as I said, "You
do realize this is the first time we've actually been alone together since
I moved back."

   When I turned around to hand her a glass, her blouse was off and her
skirt was already sliding down her legs.  "I think you can guess why I'm
really here," she said, as she stepped closer and put her arms over my
shoulders.

   I set both glasses down on the counter and took her in my arms for the
first time in over eight years.  So much time, yet it felt like hardly any,
once I kissed her again.  "Is this a good idea?" I asked, after three
minutes.

   "The worst ever," she answered, smiling and picking up one of the
glasses to take a sip.  "But, it's the choice I made eight years ago, never
to stop loving you, wanting you.  I never stopped imagining what would have
happened that summer if we had only been more careful, if Mom hadn't come
home that lunch break, just because of a run in her damned pantyhose.  But,
I also swore to never put us in a position to get caught again and not
being suspected was the first step."

   "That's why Mom was home?  I never knew, never had the nerve to ask
her."

   Abby nodded.  "Yeah, dumb luck meets a lack of caution, right?  Maybe if
we had gone inside when you were worried about sunburn, we might have had
enough warning to scramble apart or maybe not.  I've played every 'what if'
scenario possible.  Anyway, they're not here right now, are they?  Jan
won't be home until Friday, and Jack's on a stakeout until about 2 AM, he
said.  The coast isn't going to get any clearer for us to finish what we
started."

   "And then what?  Sneak around behind our spouses' backs?  This is
cheating now, too."

   Abby said, "I know.  If I thought we could be open about our
relationship, I would be.  Jan and I at least have a history of sharing
guys.  But law-and-order Jack?  I can't see him doing anything but
reporting us, if he knew."

   "Secrets it is, then," I said, taking her hand and leading us into my
bedroom.

   "Not your guest room?" Abby asked.

   "No," I answered.  "If we use that bed, even if I wash and put back the
same sheets, Jan would still notice that I remade the bed.  But changing
the sheets in here before she gets home from a trip is actually routine for
me, so she won't notice anything unusual."

   I disrobed as Abby took off her undergarments and I pulled the covers
down.  I marveled at how her boobs had retained their shape, with no hint
of sag from what I remembered from that day we were caught.  Her hips had
gained maybe an inch, but her abdomen was still muscled and her waist
seemed the same.  Her pussy was totally shaved, now, making my mouth water
at the thought of finally tasting her.

   "Gawd, you're as gorgeous as ever," I said.

   She walked over to me and grasped my hard cock.  "And you still have the
biggest cock I've ever held.  I've fucked a couple guys that were a little
longer and Jack's about the same length, but none have had your girth.  Can
we finish what Mom interrupted, before anything else?  I didn't even know
it was called cowgirl position, back then."

   "Still on the pill?" I asked.  "I might still have some condoms in a
drawer from when Jan switched from the pill to an IUD."

   She answered, "Still on the pill.  Jack and I are looking to start a
family in a couple more years.  Are you stalling?  On your back, stud."

   "Just trying to be extra careful, this time, sis," I said, while
complying.  "You aren't the only one who realized we were reckless,
before."

   "We were foolish 18 year olds, caught up in our hormones as much as
love. We're smarter, now, I hope." She climbed onto the bed, straddled my
legs, just as she had that first time, with my cock hiding her slit from my
eyes.  She stroked the shaft, for 30 seconds, coaxing a few drops of precum
to ooze out.  She swiped them up with a finger as she raised up over me,
notched me into place with the other hand and stuck that finger in her
mouth at the same moment that she engulfed me in one smooth motion and
barely one grunt.  "There's the stretch I've missed," Abby mumbled.

   Her pussy was still tight, but didn't seem as tight as at 18, which
really didn't surprise me, since she'd been sexually active in college and
married over four years.  Or maybe I was just imagining that.  The pleasure
was just as intense as she rose and fell.  A brief thought crossed my mind
that while I was the first man ever to enter her, neither of us had
orgasmed that day.  The regret faded as we got into fucking each other,
fulfilling our consummation.  I thrust my cock into her as Abby dropped
down.  I gazed into her eyes as she watched mine and moaned my name again
and again.  I wasn't interrupted this time as I extended my hand to rub two
fingers across her clit and got to experience her vaginal muscles ripple
around me as I brought her to orgasm eight years after I had first made
love with her.

   "Oh, fuck!" she cried.  "I love you so much!"

   "Never stop," I replied, feeling my own orgasm begin to approach.  I
moved my hand a little higher, pressing her abdomen just over her pubic
bone, feeling my cock moving underneath her skin.

   "Dave?  It feels like you're pressing my gspot from both sides!" Abby
said, gasping.  "Holy..."

   "That's the idea," I said.  "It works especially well on thin girls."

   "Oh, I'm cumming again!" she screamed.  "Fuck me, fuck meeee, Dave!"

   I fucked into her as hard and fast as I could manage.  Just as she
started to come down from that second orgasm, I began to cum and I pressed
extra hard against her tummy and extended her orgasm as we came together
for the very first time, hopefully not to be our last.

   This wound up being the first of five rounds with Abby that night,
before she reluctantly had to leave around 11 PM, to get back home before
Jack.

   I stripped the sheets, threw them in the wash and put fresh sheets onto
the bed before collapsing into a deep sleep.

   ~~~~~

   After that, we were addicted to each other, quite frankly.  The longer
we went without having sex with each other, the stronger the urge to be
together was.  It was nerve-wracking when Jan and I socialized with Jack
and Abby, trying not to betray ourselves, but we managed to act as we had
before.

   Realizing it might be months more before Jack had another case requiring
surveillance coinciding the same week when Jan was out of town, Abby told
Jack that she had to work a double shift during the next week that Jan was
gone and came to my house instead.  Due to other shift swapping among the
nurses and overtime requests by the hospital, Jack didn't notice a pattern
or double check her pay stubs to discover that one or two of her extra or
swapped swing shifts every month were fictions.  When his surveillance did
line up with Jan's trips, she didn't need to do that, making it easier to
hide.

   After almost two years of sneaking around on our spouses, I got sloppy,
forgetting to check when Jan's return flight was one week.  Normally, these
had been on Fridays.  Abby had been gone from the house for less than hour
when Jan came home on Thursday night, instead.  I had already changed the
sheets and the ones covered in wet spots were in the washer, but I worried
that she could maybe still smell the aroma of our lovemaking in the
bedroom. When Jan didn't say anything, I figured it was just a dangerously
close call and promised myself to be more careful.

   After just one week at home, Jan had an urgent trip come up.  I let Abby
know and she insisted on coming over on Monday, as that happened to be June
4th, ten years to the day since that fateful day Mom had caught us.  She
told Jack that she had to work an extra half shift, rather than a full
double.  It would give us just under four hours, but that should be plenty
to sate our desire for each other for a while and observe our
"anniversary".

   I went to the effort to light some of the candles around the bedroom. 
When Abby arrived, I could tell she was troubled and wasn't carrying her
usual bottle of wine.  "What's wrong?" I asked, once she was inside.

   Abby said, "I'm pregnant.  My period was late, so I peed on a stick at
work today.  I didn't stop taking my birth control pills, but I must have
ovulated anyway.  I got one of the OBs to do an ultrasound as a favor and
she estimated conception as five and a half weeks ago.  That coincides with
nights that I was here, so I can't eliminate the possibility that you're
the father."

   I was briefly stunned and could only think to say, "You and Jack have
been talking about trying to get pregnant soon, right?  He'll be thrilled."

   "And if the baby is yours?" she asked.

   I shrugged, shaking my head.  "Sis, all I can ever be to this baby is
Uncle Dave.  What am I going to do, claim paternity and head straight to
jail on an incest charge?  Even getting a DNA test to confirm that Jack's
the father could raise questions we want to avoid.  I have to accept that
Jack's going to be the father named on the birth certificate and let go of
any thoughts of possibly being the genetic father.  We're lucky that he and
I resemble each other enough that I doubt anyone would challenge it, so
long as no birth defects crop up pointing to incest."

   "We'll face that if we need to.  The dice have already been rolled, so
to speak.  All we can do is hope the baby is okay."

   With Abby abstaining from alcohol due to the pregnancy, we skipped our
normal wine intake and went straight to the bedroom.  She laughed at the
candles as I took her in my arms before I started to pull her hospital
scrubs off of her.  "Ten years, can you believe it?"

   Abby looked up at me and said, "Most of them spent apart from each
other. And once I have this baby, it will only get harder for us to meet
like this.  Are you ready for us maybe needing to break things off, again?"

   "At least it would be our choice and our reasons this time, Abby," I
answered.  "Whether we might stop having sex together for our happiness or
for safety, I will always love you.  Showing you that love has always been
my goal in being intimate with you."

   "I thought it was my pervy brother getting off on fucking his hot twin
sister?" she joked.

   "I was definitely attracted and the taboo does add a certain spice to
our sex.  But, if I hadn't loved you most of all, nothing more than teasing
would have happened that day.  It just wouldn't have been worth it.  Even
with getting caught, not fighting the punishment was still about putting
your happiness before mine."

   "God, why did we have to wind up in the same womb together?  Why
couldn't we have been unrelated and fallen in love like normal people? 
You'd be the perfect husband for me, if only you weren't my brother."

   "More what ifs?" I asked.  "Maybe you and I were actually meant to meet
Jack and Jan the ways we did, so that children we have with them play some
role in a greater good.  That's way over my pay grade.  All I know is I
love the two most beautiful women in Nashville and have to keep one of them
a secret from the other."

   We moved into a 69 position on the bed and continued in it until she had
the first orgasm of the night.  I then moved over her in missionary
position and pumped into her for fifteen minutes before I ejaculated and
she came again.  As I recovered, I walked around the room and extinguished
the candles before they burned down too far, making that noticeable to Jan
after her trip.

   Abby then asked for cowgirl position, to commemorate the 10th
anniversary of our first joining, before she had to clean up and leave. 
She had just orgasmed for the second time in that position and I spurted
another load into her, when we heard the bedroom door open.

   "Got room on our bed for two more lovers?" came Jan's voice from the
doorway, as she and Jack walked in, completely naked and with Jack's cock
pointing straight up.  "Or is incest not a group sport?"

   ~~~~~ to be continued....
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