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 Title: Into the Attic


Summary: Catching his sisters and mom on hidden cameras.


Keywords: inc,fic,voyeur,sister,brother,hot,mom,hidden camera





   The events in this story started out in 2012, the year I graduated from
high school.  I had lived my entire life in the same house in the same
suburban neighborhood.  My name is Daniel, and my parents, Mitchell and
Mary, bought the place five years before my oldest sister was born.  At
that time, it was the newest house on the end of the block.  I have seen
pictures of the house when they first moved in.  My parents, looking
shockingly young, standing in front of a house surrounded by farmland.

   In the twenty-eight years since, the surrounding farmland has been
replaced by newer homes.  By my senior year of high school, there was no
farmland within ten miles of the house.  It is all suburban sprawl; block
after block of single-family homes punctuated by strip malls and the
occasional apartment complex.

   My older sisters both lived at home and attended the local community
college.  They worked part-time jobs and attended college part time as
well. Neither of them seemed to be in a big hurry to move on with their
lives.  That was fine by me--I love my big sisters.  What they didn't know
is that I have enjoyed fantasizing about them for years.

   Colleen is the oldest of the three of us.  Over her teenage years, she
had often clashed with our parents.  At sixteen, she had gotten a seriously
short haircut and had gone through a rainbow of different hair colors.  The
entire family had been shocked at first.  Colleen had beautiful, long brown
hair almost to her waist before that first drastic buzz cut.  It had been
an act of rebellion, aimed at our mother.  In that regard, it had been a
success.  Mom wept openly when she saw what Colleen had done to her
beautiful hair.

   Colleen dated guys that were openly disrespectful 'bad boys.' She
started drinking when she was far too young to do so legally.  She never
got into major trouble in school, and she was never arrested, but she was
always in trouble at home.  Her grades slipped through high school, and she
graduated in the bottom quarter of her class.  Four years later, she was
finally starting to mature enough to regret many of her foolish mistakes.

   My other sister, Hope, is a year older than me.  We both watched
helplessly when Colleen squandered her opportunities and alienated our
parents.  Hope had avoided making the same mistakes, and she was always the
one who tried to play the peacemaker in our home.  Hope was the classic
over-achiever.  She worked tirelessly throughout school and got the best
grades she could.  Unfortunately, despite her sweet disposition, she just
wasn't terribly bright.

   When she would get into trouble, it wasn't because she was looking for
it.  It was because she didn't see it coming.  I got to witness the most
memorable occasion firsthand.

   * * *

   Colleen had been dating a particularly unsavory fellow named Kirk
halfway through Hope's senior year.  He happily provided alcohol for
Colleen, who was only twenty at the time.  One day, the two of them had
been drinking in the house while our parents were at work.  Hope and I had
come home from school to find them making out in the living room.

   Colleen was drunk, and I just stopped and stared in disbelief.  Her
shirt was pulled up above her breasts, exposing them completely.  Colleen's
left nipple glistened with her boyfriend's saliva.  Colleen's tits were
bigger and nicer than I had imagined.  Her legs were spread, and her
panties pushed to the side as Kirk fingered her wet pussy.  They were
kissing and moaning, oblivious to everything around them.

   Hope spoke up, finally snapping Kirk and Colleen out of it.

   "What are you doing?" Hope asked.

   Kirk whirled to look at us, and Colleen panted for a bit before lowering
her shirt to cover her breasts.

   "I guess the kids are out of school," Kirk said.

   His voice was bitter.  Things had been going well with Colleen, and he
had probably expected to get laid.  He gave Hope a nasty look, but it was
lost on her.  She was genuinely curious what they were doing.  Hope walked
around in front of the couch and stared at Kirk's fingers sliding in and
out of Colleen's pussy.  Colleen was too drunk and turned on to protest,
and Kirk was drunk and belligerent enough that he didn't stop.  I was still
frozen in place watching the scene unfold from twenty feet away.

   "Does that feel good?" Hope asked, turning her head slightly to get a
better view.

   "Yes," Colleen murmured in response.

   Hope was completely focused on the fingers sliding in and out of
Colleen's pussy, and didn't look aware she was doing it when she slid her
hand beneath her skirt to touch her pussy through her panties.  Kirk's eyes
lit up at that.  This might be even more interesting than he had hoped!

   I realized that I was forgotten across the house where I stood.  Careful
to be quiet, I set my book bag on the dining room table, and pulled out a
chair so I could sit and watch the action unfolding in the living room.

   "Would you like a drink?" Kirk offered Hope.

   "Sure," she said.

   "Help yourself," he said.

   There was a pitcher of a really fruity rum drink on the coffee table.  I
found out later that it was strong stuff, but it was so sweet that Hope
didn't notice the alcohol.  She poured a glass and took a tentative sip. 
She nodded her head and then drained half the glass.  I raised my eyebrows
at that--noticing that Kirk did the same thing.  Kirk spoke up first, so I
was able to avoid being noticed.

   "Whoa!  Slow down, there, Hope," Kirk said quickly, "If you chug that
too fast, you'll make yourself sick."

   "Oh," Hope replied, taking another small sip, "Thanks, I didn't know."

   She stood and watched, sipping from the glass in her left hand while
absently rubbing her pussy with her right.  I had a marvelous view as
Colleen spread her legs wide open and moaned.  Her eyes were glazed and she
rocked her head from side to side.  Kirk wasn't even looking at her.  His
focus was on Hope, standing in front of him.  He licked his lips and looked
up at her.

   "Haven't you ever had a guy finger you before?" he asked.

   "No," she replied.

   Kirk's face lit up at that.  I watched him thrusting his fingers in and
out of my older sister, and tried not to draw attention as I rubbed my hard
dick through my pants.  Colleen shook when she hit her orgasm, and she
moaned loudly.  Kirk grinned and looked over at her.  She shook for a bit
more, and then promptly passed out and began to snore lightly.

   In his drunken state, he had completely forgotten about me.  Kirk spoke
to Hope as if they were alone.

   "I would be happy to do that for you, if you'd like," he offered.

   I was painfully hard as I watched my sister lift her skirt and pull her
panties aside, giving Kirk access to her pussy.  Kirk slid one finger up
inside her, and she moaned out "Oh!" in response.  Kirk reached out his
other hand, pulling her slowly closer as he worked his finger in and out of
her.  I could hear how wet my sister's pussy was as that finger made
squishing noises with each stroke.  I was slowly stroking my hard cock
through my pants as I continued to watch.

   Kirk had her sit on his lap and worked in a second finger.  God, I
desperately wanted to pull out my cock and jack off, but I was afraid to
move.  I didn't want to break the spell my sister was under, or attract
Kirk's attention.  I just watched, spellbound, as Kirk worked my sister
over.  She was moaning continuously and pumping her hips to meet the
thrusts of those fingers.

   "You know," Kirk finally said, "You should take off your panties.  It
would be a lot better."

   "Okay!" she replied eagerly.

   Hope rose unsteadily to her feet.  I watched as she slid her panties
down her legs.  My eyes were suddenly drawn back to Kirk, though.  He was
unzipping his pants behind her, and he pulled out his hard cock and gave it
a stroke.  I could only watch helplessly as Kirk guided Hope back into his
lap.  I could tell from Kirk's expression when he slid his dick into her
wet pussy.  The skirt obscured my view of the actual penetration, but I had
never been so turned on in my life.  I had to stop touching myself for fear
I would come in my pants.

   Hope's eyes were wide, and she opened her mouth in surprise as she felt
her pussy being filled up.  I watched her face, and wondered if she was
drunk.  She was clearly turned on.

   "Oh!" she gasped, "You were right, Kirk!  That feels much better!"

   Seriously, I almost came in my pants when I heard her say that and
watched my sister getting fucked.  I just knew, somehow, that this was her
first time.  I was watching my sister lose her virginity.  From the look on
her face, she was enjoying it.

   At some point, though, that changed.  I watched the comprehension
dawning on her face when she realized it wasn't fingers pleasuring her
pussy anymore.  She reached down and lifted her skirt, and she and I could
both see that hard cock driving in and out of her pussy.  Hope looked over
her shoulder at Kirk's face.

   "What are you doing?" she gasped.

   "I'm fucking your sweet pussy," Kirk responded, thrusting even harder
into her.

   Hope's eyes were wild as she looked around, finally settling on me.

   "Daniel, make him stop!" she cried out, unable to do it on her own.

   Kirk finally took note of me sitting there and he sneered at me.

   "Why don't you take a picture?" he said mockingly, "It will last
longer."

   Now, I am not a big guy, and at that age I was even smaller.  Kirk was a
grown man over six feet tall.  I had no doubt he would easily kick my ass.
Still, it was my sister.  I had to do something.  I thought about what Kirk
had said.

   Why don't you take a picture?

   I stood and pulled out my cell phone, activating the camera and starting
a video recording.  I walked closer to the couch, panning the phone to take
in Colleen as well as Hope bouncing on Kirk's lap.

   "Shit," Kirk laughed, "I didn't think you'd actually do it.  You are one
messed up kid."

   "Oh, I'm sure my parents will love this," I responded.

   Kirk stopped thrusting abruptly, and I continued.

   "Here we have video evidence of you getting two minors drunk, and now
you're fucking my underage sister.  I wonder how long you'll be in prison?"

   I was bluffing, of course.  There was no way I would show this video to
anyone--especially my parents--and Hope was eighteen.  Kirk had no way of
knowing that, though.  He snarled and shoved Hope from his lap.

   "Give me that phone!" he yelled.

   I started walking toward the front door, acting as if I had called my
mother.

   "Mom?" I said into the phone, "You know Colleen's boyfriend, Kirk?"

   "You little bastard!" Kirk screamed.

   He jumped up, but his unfastened pants caused him to fall on his face.
In his drunken state, he could barely walk straight.  I ran out the front
door, keeping an eye on Kirk following behind me.  Kirk had managed to
fasten his pants, but he could not keep up with me.  Once we were outside,
I sprinted away down the block, and hid in some bushes around the next
street corner.  I carefully controlled my breathing as Kirk charged past.

   I kept an eye on him until I was back around the corner.  I sprinted all
the way back to our house and locked the front door.  I stood in the front
room of the house and watched out the curtains for a while.  I was holding
my phone in my hand, ready to dial 911 if I had to.  Eventually, Kirk
returned, got into his car, and sped away.  I finally relaxed, but that was
short-lived.  Hope spoke up from behind me.

   "Thank you, Daniel," she said.

   I felt guilty as I looked at her.  I knew I should have acted sooner. 
There was no malice or accusation in her face, though.

   "I would have done something sooner," I said, "but I thought you were
enjoying it."

   "Oh, I did," she replied with a shiver, "but if I didn't stop him, he
could have gotten me pregnant."

   Later that night, after dinner, I showed the video to Colleen and Hope
before making sure they both watched as I deleted it.  Of course, I had
e-mailed the video to my 'secret' Yahoo account long before.

   A year and a half later, I had lost track of how many times I had
masturbated to that video.

   * * *

   My senior year was drawing to a close.  By now, I had a small library of
videos, all shot from my phone, of my sexy sisters.  I never managed to get
them on camera having sex or masturbating.  They were just surreptitious
little videos like when one of them hadn't worn a bra under her thin
t-shirt, or when Hope wore a nightie that was far more revealing than she
realized.  Twice I had gotten a long video of Colleen sitting on the couch
without panties.  Once in a skirt, and once in loose-fitting shorts; both
clips gave a clear view of my sister's pussy for five glorious minutes.

   I also had three videos of our mother in that collection.  Those were
actually far more revealing than anything I had of either of my sisters. 
Mom had a habit of wearing a thin housecoat in the mornings, particularly
on the weekends.  She usually wore panties beneath it, but on those three
occasions, she had been completely naked under the thin garment.

   I always felt a little guilty when I locked myself in my bedroom and
jacked off to images of my sisters or mom.  The guilt didn't stop me,
though.  Those videos got me far more aroused than any of the pornography I
found online.

   I did date girls from school, but I just wasn't as interested in any of
them as I should have been.  I got laid a handful of times, but I found
myself thinking about Colleen or Hope when I finally came.  My mother had
been added to the masturbatory mix only recently.  I was troubled by this
obsession, but couldn't bring myself to stop doing it.

   My sisters were unaware that I was watching them.  They thought I just
spent far too much time on my phone.  The camera on my phone let me zoom in
on them, examining them closely without even looking directly at them. 
Whenever they would take note of me, they had no idea how intently I was
checking out their bodies.

   * * *

   It began to get really hot that May.  Even though the air conditioning
was running continuously, it was uncomfortably warm and muggy in the house.
My father had complained about the heat at work, which led to a discussion
with his co-workers.  As best I can recall, this is how he described it:

   "That's odd, Mitch," his friend Tom said, "Our place isn't that
uncomfortable.  What do you have your thermostat set at?"

   "Seventy-two," my dad replied, "but it never gets there.  It's usually
in the upper seventies, and it's really humid."

   "Have you checked the refrigerant?" Pete chimed in.

   My dad nodded.  "I did that, and vacuumed out the vents around the
house. I checked the condenser outside.  Everything should be working fine.
Do you think I need to replace it?"

   "It might just be your insulation," Tom said, "How old is the insulation
in your attic?"

   My dad blew out a breath.  He hadn't considered that.  It was probably
the original insulation from when the house was built.

   That evening, Dad and I climbed up into the attic.  It was indeed the
original insulation--now almost thirty years old.  We could feel cool air
leaking into the attic from the house below, everywhere we walked.  Worse,
the attic was cluttered with all sorts of junk.  That would have to be
sorted out before we could replace the insulation.

   Over the years, we had largely ignored the attic.  A few times each
year, something would get thrown up there.  Outside of the plastic
Christmas tree and a few plastic containers full of ornaments and
decorations, nothing ever came back down.  My old crib still sat on one
side of the attic, covered with cobwebs and surrounded by boxes and other
loose junk.  Several old computers and monitors were spread about.  There
were hundreds of things that would have to be taken down to the house.

   "I don't have time for this," my dad muttered.  He looked at me.  "I
can't imagine you want to do this any more than I do," he said.

   I looked around and tried to imagine how long it would take to clear out
this mess.  I was going to agree with my dad, but then I thought I spied
light coming up from one of the bedrooms below.  That intrigued me.  I
wondered whose room it was, and wanted to check it out.  I turned to my
father, noticing that we were both already covered in sweat.

   "You know, Dad, I wouldn't mind doing this for you," I said, "It's
really hot, even in the evenings, so it won't be fast.  I can start working
on it tonight and see how far I can get this week."

   My dad already knew how much it would cost to have contractors do all
that work.  It would definitely put a significant dent in the budget if we
had to pay for that.  On the other hand, if the two of us could replace the
insulation ourselves it would be fairly inexpensive.

   "Thanks, son," he said, "If we can do it ourselves, that would be
awesome."

   The two of us spent half an hour bringing boxes down to the house, and
Mom and my sisters started going through them.  A shriek from one of them
brought me and my dad charging back down from the attic.  A big, fat, hairy
wolf spider had taken up residence in the top of one of the cardboard
boxes. The arachnid had died years before, but that made it no less
fearsome.  Hope was shaking visibly as our father disposed of the dead bug.

   After that little incident, I was left largely on my own to clear the
attic.  I would bring boxes down to my father.  He would open them and pull
out the contents, taking the empty boxes out to the garage.  Mom, Colleen
and Hope would then sort out everything from inside the boxes.  More than
half of those things were destined for the garbage.

   I did take the opportunity to walk over to the spot in the attic where I
had seen the light coming up earlier.  The bedroom light had been turned
off, but there was enough light from the hallway coming into that room that
I knew it was Colleen's bedroom.  I thought that was odd; I couldn't recall
seeing any cracks in the ceiling of her room.  I wandered around the attic
as I gathered more boxes and found similar spots all over.  They were gaps
between the boards and insulation that gave a narrow view into every room
in the house.

   Some time later, I came down to use the bathroom.  I kept looking up at
the ceiling and finally figured out that the gaps were in the corners of
the ceiling.  The old crown molding had sagged just a bit in the center of
each wall, leaving a gap of a couple of millimeters.  As I stood in the
bathroom, I realized that I was absolutely drenched in sweat after less
than two hours up there, and this was in the evening.  I pulled off my
sweat-soaked t-shirt and wrung it out in the sink.  A lot of sweat poured
out of my shirt.

   I made sure to drink a lot of water over the next hour as I worked in
the attic.

   At that time, it seemed rather useless.  Sure, there was this tiny crack
of a view into my sisters' bedrooms and the bathroom, but I would have to
lie on the fiberglass insulation and shove my face into it just to see into
any of those rooms.  Just thinking about that made me itch.

   Two days later, though, on our way to school, I had that 'Eureka!'
moment that changed everything.  We were driving past a strip mall, when my
eyes happened to light on a store called Spy Gear.  I don't even know if
those are still around now.  I had never been inside the place, but they
did advertise on the radio.  I knew they sold surveillance cameras that
could be easily hidden.

   Hope dropped me off at school, and I asked if she would mind driving me
over to that strip mall after school.  It was close enough to the house
that I could walk home from there.  She was such a sweetheart, agreeing to
do that for me without asking a single question.

   I remembered that a guy in my school had gotten a 'spy camera' from that
store that was inside a working pen.  He had been a little too excited to
show it to everyone.  He also mentioned that it was a lot less expensive
than he had thought it would be.  After only a couple of days, it was
confiscated by one of the teachers.

   I really didn't know what to expect when I walked into the store that
afternoon.  I only had forty dollars to spend, and didn't really expect
that would be enough to buy a real, live spy camera.  To be fair, I didn't
even know how those worked.  The gentleman who ran the store was
surprisingly patient with me, and explained the difference between
surveillance cameras and portable, hidden cameras.

   He also explained how modern surveillance cameras worked.  I had
expected they would require lots of cables and wires, but for most of them
that was not the case.  My face fell when I saw how much those cameras
cost, though.  I thanked him for his time, and was about to leave, when I
saw a large box that had been marked down substantially.  The box said that
it was an eight-camera surveillance system, and it was only thirty dollars.

   "Why is this one so cheap?" I asked the man.

   He grimaced.

   "Those were not very good, even when they were new," he said.  "They
aren't weatherproof, so you can't deploy them outside.  They don't have
batteries, so they have to be hardwired to an electrical system.  The
software is...shall we say 'clunky?' There's a five- to thirty-second delay
between the camera and your monitor, depending on how far away you are. 
They're fairly small cameras, but they're square and they are obviously
cameras.  The only thing good about them is that they have really high
resolution video."

   I almost screamed out "Sold!" at that point.  I read the box.  The heat
in the attic wouldn't be a problem--it was water that would short them out.
The cameras themselves had a metallic finish.  They almost looked like
little electrical junction boxes.  The lens could be adjusted up or down
relative to the casing.  I could install them in the attic, and they would
look like part of the electrical wiring once I hooked them up for power.

   "Could you show me how to wire these into the electrical system?" I
asked the man.

   "Sure," he replied, "Just...if these things have problems, you won't be
able to return them.  They are sold 'as is.' I don't want to screw you over
with this."

   "Let's just pull them out and make sure nothing's broken," I replied,
"After that, I'll take my chances."

   * * *

   I was a little nervous, carrying that box home.  I managed to stash it
in my bedroom closet without being seen.  Over the next couple of days, I
felt like some kind of half-assed spy as I snuck the cameras up into the
attic and installed them.

   After I had set up the first two cameras--one peeking into each of my
sisters' rooms--I had installed the software on my laptop and tested it.  I
had a clear view of each of their beds centered on two windows on my
computer.  I was surprised when I heard Colleen walk into her room, talking
on her cell phone.  I didn't realize that the cameras had microphones as
well until that moment.

   I turned down the volume quickly.  It wasn't that Colleen was being
loud, it was just that I was extremely paranoid.  I was about to close my
laptop, considering it a successful test, when Colleen reached up beneath
her shirt and unfastened her bra.  I sat and watched as she pulled it off
and tossed it onto her bed.  Her nipples were clearly visible through her
t-shirt as her breasts bobbed about with each movement.

   I got up and made sure my bedroom door was locked, then dropped my
shorts and sat at my desk to continue watching my sister.  I plugged in
headphones and turned the volume back up so that I could listen to her
talking on the phone.  She was talking with Ellen, a friend of hers from
work.  There was nothing overtly sexual in that conversation, but it felt
like I was in the room with her as she sat on the bed and removed her
socks.

   I started playing with the software, then.  I made that window take up
the full screen, rewinding the footage to the moment Colleen removed her
bra.  I was able to zoom in so that her chest was centered on the screen.
The resolution of these cameras was excellent.  I almost felt like I could
reach out and stroke my sister's nipples as they pressed out of her shirt
right in front of me.

   I put one camera on either side of both of my sisters' rooms, and one on
the bathroom I shared with them, that looked into the bathtub.  I put
another one on my parents' bedroom, centered on their bed, and one on their
bathroom as well.

   I agonized over where to put that last camera.  In the end, I installed
it over the front room of the house.  It was a small den that was rarely
used, but sometimes when we had guests we would set it up as a guest
bedroom.  I remembered our busty Aunt Cathy visiting one summer and
sleeping in that room, and it was that memory that made up my mind.

   After I had the cameras installed and was sure that they all worked, I
got some latex caulk and carefully caulked the gaps in the ceiling all over
the house.  I wanted to do it myself so that none of my lenses got covered.
After that, I got the attic side of those gaps with insulating spray foam.
When I was done, the camera housings looked like they were part of the
original electrical system, partially covered with that orange foam just
like the crossbeams on which I had mounted them.

   I had been so obsessed with my camera project that I barely noticed the
difference in the house.  I had spent hours every day sweating in the
attic, careful to get enough stuff moved down that it looked like I was
really working hard.  I had spent my own allowance money to buy more caulk
and insulating foam, and Hope had driven me to the Home Depot to buy it. 
Hope and Colleen had talked to my parents about how hard I had been
working, but I only became aware of all of that at dinner the evening after
I had finished sealing the gaps into the attic.

   I had showered before dinner, and I allowed myself to relax.  It was
done.  There was almost no chance now that my hidden cameras would be
detected.  I felt better, physically, after that shower as well.  I had
been drenched in sweat, but I had gotten so used to that over the past five
days that it was just nice when I wasn't sweaty.  I had a fresh, dry
t-shirt on and clean boxers and shorts.  I smelled good with my deodorant
and freshly-shampooed hair, and the cool air blowing from the air
conditioning vents felt marvelous.

   I joined my family at the dining room table and sat down.  When I
realized they were all looking at me, I immediately tensed.  It took a good
minute before I realized that their expressions weren't accusatory at all.
There was open admiration there, even from my father.  Hope reached over
and rubbed my shoulder and upper arm softly.

   "Thank you so much, Daniel," she said, "The whole house feels so much
better."

   I looked around the table as my parents and Colleen nodded and murmured
their agreement.

   "When you offered to help with this, I honestly thought I would wind up
doing most of it myself," my dad said, "I had no idea you had this in you,
Daniel.  I am impressed.  Hope told us you even spent your own money to buy
the caulk.  I hadn't really noticed those gaps until I saw you had sealed
them all."

   He reached over and set a wad of twenty-dollar bills in front of me on
the table.  I looked from the money up to his face.

   "You have earned this, son," he said.

   I felt a little guilty as I took the money and put it into my pocket.

   "Thanks, Dad," I mumbled.

   Hope leaned over and kissed me on my cheek.  I smiled at her.  It was a
little embarrassing, and they could see that.  I have never taken
compliments well.

   As we ate our dinner, I reflected on just how much work I had actually
gotten done the past week.  For four straight days, I had put in five or
six hours in the sweltering heat of the attic.  Less than half of that time
had been spent installing my cameras.  I was counting the insulating foam
as part of that--'my' project, instead of clearing the attic.  It still
meant I had spent at least thirteen hours just removing junk from the attic
and going through it.

   It was terribly out of character for me.  I had never been a
hard-working kid before that, and I could not recall spending more than a
couple of hours at a time working on anything around the house.  The most
time I had ever spent was a couple of hours mowing the lawn, and I had
complained about it each time even though my parents paid me to do it.

   I needed to come up with an excuse for this, so it didn't draw unwanted
attention.  I looked up from my plate and smiled at everyone.

   "It does feel a lot better, doesn't it?" I asked.

   They all nodded and smiled in agreement.

   "It sure does," Colleen said, beaming at me.

   "I thought it was just me," I said with a forced chuckle, "I had started
trying to get into shape, and every time I did some pushups in my room, I
was sweating instantly.  I just realized I'm not even sweating now."

   That wasn't a complete lie; I had been doing pushups lately and was
trying to look better.

   My dad got up from the table after wiping his mouth with a napkin.  He
walked over to the thermostat.

   "Wow!" he announced, "It's actually down to seventy degrees in here."

   He flipped a switch, and the air conditioner stopped.

   "I just switched it to 'auto,' it had been 'on' for the last six weeks,"
he explained, returning to his seat.  "That's going to save us a ton on our
electric bills this summer."

   "Cool," I said.

   Colleen and my mom groaned.  I hadn't intended it as a pun.

   After dinner, I cleared the table and started on the dishes.  Normally,
my sisters and I took turns doing the dishes, and it was my turn.  However,
Colleen and Hope both helped me with the dishes this time.  Maybe I was
just a little overly sensitive around them, or it might have been my
imagination, but it seemed that they were touching me quite a bit.

   It wasn't like one of them grabbed my dick or squeezed my butt, but they
did seem to touch my shoulder or arm or back every few minutes as we worked
together in the kitchen.  I wasn't complaining, but I was a little
uncomfortable.  I was worried they would see how hard my cock was getting
from all of those light little touches.  We finished the dishes much faster
than I would have done it alone.

   "Thanks," I said afterwards.

   "You're welcome," Colleen said.

   She caught me off guard when she wrapped her arms around me and gave me
a hug.  I saw her eyes open wide when she felt my erection pressed against
her.

   "Sorry," I muttered, pulling away from her.

   "It's okay," she said quietly.

   Hope was in my arms before I knew it, squeezing me tightly to her.  She
is the shortest of the three of us, and she looked up at me and smiled. 
She was pressing her crotch against my hard dick, but that didn't register
on her face.

   "You're my hero, you know that?" she giggled.

   "Oh, really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

   "Yep," she said.

   She stood up on tiptoe and gave me a peck on my lips before bouncing
away.  Colleen looked a little embarrassed.  She had glanced at my crotch
before she also turned away.  We joined our parents in the living room and
watched television together as a family.  Mom and Dad always shared the
loveseat, and I sat between my sisters on the couch.

   "It's so nice to see your face tonight," my mother quipped.  "Usually
you have it buried in your cell phone."

   "Yeah," I said, "I noticed that lately.  I'm going to try not to do that
anymore."

   No need to watch my sisters or my mom on my phone, and settle for those
grainy, unstable little images now that I would get them in glorious
high-resolution video.  I think Colleen noticed my dick twitch in my shorts
when that thought went through my mind.  I was self-conscious, and
contemplated plopping a throw pillow into my lap.  Before I could act on
that, though, Hope surprised me--and everyone else, I think--when she slid
over into my lap and wrapped her arm around my neck.

   She was sitting across my legs, rather than having her butt pressed into
my crotch.  As we watched the show, she chatted a bit.  Mostly, she was
asking Colleen questions.  Every once in a while she would include me or my
parents.  She wasn't grinding in my lap or anything like that, and nobody
else could see how hard I was.

   By the time we were finished watching television that night, though, two
important precedents had been set.  From then on, my sisters and I did the
dishes together as a team every night.  More importantly, my lap had become
fair game.  My sisters and my mom would feel free from that evening on to
just plop down in my lap any time I was sitting down.

   * * *

   That night I was treated to three delectable shows on my laptop.

   Hope and Colleen got undressed and ready for bed at the same time.  I
had those four windows open at the same time, stroking my hard cock as I
watched them strip for me.

   Colleen stripped down to just her panties.  She stood in front of her
bedroom mirror, massaging her breasts.  I could see the action more clearly
in the camera behind her.  It caught her reflection in the mirror as well
as displaying her shapely ass in those thong panties.  She even reached
down and rubbed her pussy through the front of her panties for a couple of
seconds.  She opened a drawer and pulled out an oversized t-shirt, pulling
it on over her head.

   I had seen her in that t-shirt many times before, but I did not realize
she wore a thong.  I had been watching her closely enough over the past
year that I knew those were new panties.  I heard her walking down the
hallway outside my bedroom door just before she turned on screen and walked
out her door.  I heard water running in the bathroom and realized she was
brushing her teeth, which reminded me that I needed to brush my teeth as
well.

   Hope had spent that entire time brushing her hair in front of her
mirror. She had removed her shorts, but still wore her t-shirt, bra and
panties.  I closed the windows on my laptop and closed the laptop itself
before getting up to brush my teeth.

   We have two sinks in our bathroom.  It was not unprecedented for us to
brush our teeth at the same time, especially in the morning before school.
Still, Colleen looked surprised when I came into the bathroom and started
brushing my teeth next to her.  I smiled at her in the mirror, and she
shook her head.  She spit the toothpaste out of her mouth and murmured to
me.

   "You might want to tuck that away," she said.

   It took me a moment to realize that my dick was sticking out of the
front of my boxers.

   "Sorry!" I gasped, reaching down and roughly shoving my dick back into
my shorts.

   I could see my red, embarrassed face in the mirror, as well as Colleen's
amused expression.  I finished brushing my teeth quickly and practically
ran to my bedroom.  Hope was heading from her bedroom to the bathroom, and
her expression was puzzled as I passed.

   Moments later, I was watching my sisters on the feed from the bathroom
camera.  I put on the headphones, and it was like I was standing right
behind them both.  My gaze was on their shapely bottoms first, as they bent
over the sinks to brush their teeth and rinse.

   "What was up with Daniel?" Hope asked, "He nearly ran over me in the
hall."

   "He had a wardrobe malfunction," Colleen giggled.  Seeing Hope's
bewildered expression, she leaned over and whispered, "His dick was
sticking out of his boxers, and he didn't realize it until I mentioned it
to him."

   "Oh!" Hope replied, smiling into the mirror.

   I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment as they talked about me.  At
the same time, I was rock hard.  I pulled my cock back out of the front of
my boxers and slowly stroked it as I listened to my beautiful sisters and
watched them on the screen.

   "Did it look nice?" Hope asked.

   "What?  His dick?" Colleen looked at Hope as if she couldn't believe she
had asked.

   "Yes," Hope replied simply.  She spat out the foamy toothpaste and bent
to rinse her mouth before continuing.  "I thought it felt nice earlier, but
I've never actually seen it."

   Colleen looked a little uncomfortable, but I saw her nipples harden
noticeably in the mirror.

   "I guess it was nice," she admitted, "I didn't want to stare at it,
though, you know?  I mean, he is our brother."

   "Yes he is," Hope replied, smiling at Colleen in the mirror.

   They finished brushing their teeth and washing their faces.  Hope turned
off the bathroom light as she left.

   I switched back to the four-camera view of their bedrooms.  Colleen
closed her bedroom door and carefully locked it.  I sat up in my seat when
I saw that.  She went to her dresser and reached into the top drawer.  I
was floored when I saw her pull a curved pink dildo from the drawer.  I
cursed inwardly when she turned off her light.  I couldn't see a damned
thing!

   I turned from that window to the lit ones in Hope's bedroom and gasped.
She was standing completely nude in there!  I quickly rewound the footage,
and watched as she stood in front of her mirror and removed her t-shirt,
followed by the bra.  I was stroking my cock and staring at her ass as she
slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.  I backed up the
video a few seconds and zoomed in.  I could clearly see her asshole and
pussy from behind as she once again pulled those panties down.

   I paused that close-up view and grabbed a tissue.  I came hard while
staring at Hope's pink sphincter and fuzzy pussy lips.  I tossed the used
tissue into my wastebasket and zoomed back out to watch her again.  She
turned on her small bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light.  I
was surprised to see her slip into her bed.  I had no idea until that
moment that Hope slept in the nude.

   She was beneath her top sheet, so it was difficult for me to make out
exactly what she was doing.  It did look like she might be masturbating,
but I couldn't tell from what I could see and hear.  However, I could
clearly hear Colleen moaning softly and heard that dildo making squishy
sounds as she fucked herself with it.  I was hardening again by the time I
heard her gasping in orgasm.  I also noted that Hope left the lamp on all
night.

   I took the time to save the clips of my sisters undressing.  The
surveillance software automatically kept two weeks' worth of footage, but I
wanted to keep those videos for future viewing.  I switched over to the
feeds from my parents' bedroom and bathroom and rewound those to the moment
they walked in.  I didn't expect there to be anything I would really want
to see.  Boy, was I wrong.

   The two of them were talking about work when they walked into their
bedroom.  I fast-forwarded until I saw my mother getting undressed, and
backed it up a bit.  The camera angle was not ideal to watch her undress.
Still, what I could see of her was surprisingly hot.  I realized with a
start that they had been talking about me and backed up a bit further to
listen in.

   "Can you believe Daniel?" my mother started that conversation, "He
barely even looked at that money when you gave it to him."

   I actually had a better view of my dad in his boxers than my mom at that
camera angle.  I'm not into guys, but I had to admit he looked better than
I expected.  I had always thought he was a hairy guy, and had prayed I
never got that much body hair.  Seeing him now, though, I realized that he
had this patch of chest hair just below his throat that always showed when
he wore a shirt with a collar.  He had a fair amount of hair on his arms.
That was about it, though.  The rest of his body hair was surprisingly
sparse.

   Also surprising was just how fit he was.  My dad wasn't fat, as I had
expected.  Oh, he had a little bit of a gut, but he looked really fit for
his age.  His shoulders, arms and chest were much more heavily muscled than
I expected.  He stood and looked at my mother.

   "I was surprised," he answered, "I had not mentioned that I would pay
him for the work he's been doing.  Did you?"

   My mom shook her head as she unzipped her skirt.  She stood back up and
began unbuttoning her blouse.

   "He actually looked guilty, I thought," she said.  "Do you think you
paid him too much?"

   Hearing that, I reached into my discarded shorts and pulled out the wad
of cash.  It was $320, which was far more than I had thought.

   "I thought it was a fair amount," Dad replied, "considering how much
work he's done.  Have you been up there?"

   "Not since that first evening," she answered.

   Dad shook his head.

   "He's got almost everything cleared out of there already," he said, "And
he went around the house and found and sealed all those leaks.  I mean, you
can already feel the difference in here.  I haven't sweated at all since I
got home."

   "Well, I'm still going to take a shower before bed," my mother said.

   "Okay," he replied absently.

   I figured Dad probably showered earlier.  He normally did after work
each evening.  I watched my mother walk into their bathroom.  She dropped
her panties, and I had a straight-on view of her shaved pussy and big,
hanging tits when she stood up.  I was once again stroking my hard cock as
I watched her walk straight toward the camera to step into the bathtub. 
She bent to turn on the water, dropping out of view for a second.  After
that, I got an amazing fifteen minute show as she soaped up and rubbed
every inch of her sexy body.

   When she washed out her pussy and asshole, she actually poured body wash
over two fingers and worked them in and out of her.  I couldn't see her
pussy, but when she followed that up with her ass, she leaned up against
the far wall and pushed her ass out.  I had an amazing view of those
fingers working the lather in and out of her spread sphincter.  She was
moaning to herself, clearly turned on when she did it.

   My own orgasm caught me by surprise then.  I shot cum all over my hand
and my boxers.  I paused the video and grabbed a tissue to clean up the
mess.  There was even a little gob of the stuff on my keyboard, which I
carefully wiped away.

   After that, I kept a folded tissue handy next to my laptop.  I filled
that one before my mother finished her shower.  She pulled the shower
nozzle down and directed it onto her pussy, squeezing and fondling her left
breast the whole time.  She squeezed and tugged her hard nipple, just a
couple of feet from the camera.  When she moaned and looked up at the
ceiling, it was like she was looking right at me when she got off.  That
was what did it for me, that second time.

   While I was saving that video footage from the bathroom cam, I heard my
parents talking in their darkened bedroom.

   "So, do you still think there's something going on between Hope and
Daniel?" my father asked.

   "I don't think they're having sex," she answered.  She sounded
disappointed.  I thought I must have heard that wrong, so I rewound it and
listened again.  Sure enough, she sounded disappointed that Hope and I were
not having sex.  Weird.

   After that bit, the conversation wasn't anything I was interested in
hearing.  They went to sleep, and I shut down my laptop and went to sleep
as well.

   * * *

   I couldn't wait to get home from school the next day.  Hope commented
about it when she picked me up from school.

   "Big plans today?" she asked.

   "What do you mean?" I replied.

   "You just look really excited to be out of school," she replied.

   I had been hard all day, from the moment I heard Colleen in the shower
that morning.  I knew I had video footage of both of my sisters showering,
just waiting for me to get on my computer to view it.  I had been so
preoccupied by that thought that I had difficulty focusing on anything else
since lunch.

   I glanced over at Hope.  She was watching the road and the traffic as
she drove, and I looked her over without being obvious about it.  She was
wearing a thigh-length blue skirt that showed off her legs nicely.  Her
white blouse was loose-fitting and thick enough that you could barely make
out the lines of her bra beneath it.  She wore light makeup, and her curly,
light brown hair was held clear of her face by a band atop her head.

   My sister was lovely, but nothing she wore was overtly sexual.  Still, I
could not help but picture her from the night before, naked in her bedroom.
That had me turned on.  I looked at the road ahead, trying to think about
something else.  I realized that I did have homework, and I should probably
knock that out before I got distracted.  Also, I still needed to work on
the attic.  If I suddenly stopped before it was done, it would arouse
suspicion.  I sighed out loud, making a show of dropping the excited look
from my face.

   "Oh," I said, "I was just glad to be out of school.  But now that you
remind me, I have homework to get to and I still have a lot of work to do
in the attic."

   "I'm sorry, Daniel," she said, looking over at me with wide eyes, "I
didn't mean to spoil it for you." She reached over and put her right hand
softly on my thigh.  "You know we all appreciate the hard work you are
doing, right?"

   "I know," I said, giving her a sad smile, "I just have to remind myself
it will all be worth it."

   Once we were back at the house, and I had locked myself into my room to
'work on my homework,' I repeated softly to myself, "Worth it!"

   Oh, man, those shower videos of my sexy sisters were so fucking hot!  I
watched them in fast-forward mode, at four times normal speed, just to
figure out where to start and stop the clips before archiving them.  I knew
I wanted to save them to savor later.  I also grabbed the clip of Hope
getting ready for her morning classes.  That one I watched at normal speed,
since I knew she had gotten dressed quickly before taking me to school.

   It was still a three-minute slice of heaven.  Hope got into her room and
tossed her towel onto the bed, walking around her room naked except for the
smaller towel wrapped around her hair.  It was tough to judge who had the
bigger tits between her and Colleen.  Hope's might be a little larger, but
they hung lower on her chest which made them look much heavier.  Hope
definitely had thicker, longer nipples than Colleen.  As I stroked my hard
dick and stared, I could just imagine Hope sitting on my lap and feeding me
those succulent, suckable nipples.

   Hope put on her bra and fastened it, and then put on the white blouse I
had just seen her wearing on the car ride home.  Then...the bombshell: She
pulled her skirt up her shapely legs and then put on ankle socks before
leaving her room.  My sister was not wearing any underwear under that blue
skirt.  I wondered if she was still 'going commando' at that very moment.
It also made me wonder how often she did that.

   I had those two videos of Colleen with no panties, but I had never
caught Hope like that.  I started searching the video footage of Colleen's
room next, but she never showed up naked in her room.  I thought that was
odd, and rewound it and fast-forwarded several times.  She popped into her
room briefly after her shower, then left the room still wrapped in her
towel.  Five minutes later, she reappeared fully dressed.  She hadn't gone
into the bathroom, or Hope's bedroom, or our parents' room.

   I guessed she must have gone out to the laundry room, and put on clothes
out there.  At the time, she was the only one home.  It was alright,
though. I still had that spectacular shower video of her.

   I looked at the time in the bottom corner of my computer screen and
realized I had been in my room for over twenty minutes without getting any
homework done.  I closed my laptop, which caused it to run its shutdown
sequence automatically.  I changed into lightweight shorts and a tank top
so that I would be more comfortable in the sweltering heat of the attic. 
Finally, I grabbed my book bag and made my way out to the dining room
table.

   I knew that if I stayed in my room, the temptation to watch those shower
videos in their entirety would be too great.  Hope was watching television
in the living room, sitting on the couch.  I was torn by a new temptation.
I wanted to walk in front of her, to see if she was wearing panties beneath
that skirt.

   I stood in the dining room, spreading out my books and binders and
trying to think of an excuse to walk into the living room.  Hope got up and
walked past me, so I gave up on that and sat down to get to work.  From the
dining room table where I sat, I could see clearly into the kitchen.  Hope
went to the refrigerator and bent over to get something out of the crisper.
Her bare bottom peeked out at me for just long enough to answer my
question.

   I managed to tune out my throbbing boner and get to work, knocking out
my homework in less than a half hour.  I was genuinely proud of myself as I
put everything back in my book bag and carried it to my room.

   I returned to the kitchen and retrieved the massive insulated mug I had
been using while I worked in the attic.  I filled it with ice and then
added tap water until it was full.  I put the lid and straw on the thing,
and then made my way to pull down the rickety ladder that led to the attic.

   Since I had already installed all of the cameras, I was now legitimately
just trying to get the attic cleared as quickly as possible.  I still had
to be careful while I worked up there.  I didn't want to fall through the
ceiling or something stupid like that.  I carried down the final seventeen
boxes from the attic, and stacked them in the garage.

   Each time I passed the living room, Hope looked over at me and smiled.
Since there were so many trips, it became comical.  I started by giving her
a grin and a "Hey, there," after the fourth trip.  I blew her a kiss as I
returned from the sixth trip to the garage.  She got into it, then, and
licked her lips outrageously when I next walked past.  That actually got me
hard.  In the garage, after I set down that box, I adjusted my dick down
the leg of my shorts so it wouldn't be obvious.

   Back in the attic, I finished the last of my water and returned to the
kitchen to refill it.  I was drenched, of course.  I peeled off my tank top
and wrung it out in the kitchen sink without really thinking about it. 
When I finished putting it back on, I realized that Hope was staring at me.
I ignored her stare and returned to the attic.

   She still turned and smiled at me each time I passed, and I smiled back,
but her expression had changed.  She looked at me hungrily now.

   That got me harder than watching her lick her lips had.  I was careful
to turn so that she wouldn't see just how aroused I was, each time I walked
by.  When I finally set the last box in the garage, I opened the garage
door and stepped outside to get some fresh air.  It also helped cool the
garage.

   We had a second refrigerator in our garage, and we kept a bunch of
sports drinks in there.  I grabbed one and carried it out into the
driveway, gulping it as the breeze cooled my skin.  I watched a trio of
small wolf spiders as they fled from the boxes out the garage door.  I
finished my drink and tossed the container into the recycle bin, then
closed the garage door and headed back into the attic.  I took the old
computers and monitors from the attic to the garage, and then closed the
door to the attic.

   It had been a very productive afternoon, and I was ready for a shower.
Only then, as I headed to the bathroom, did I realize that Hope had not
been in the living room since my brief break earlier.  I had been that
focused on what I was doing.  I shed my soggy clothes in the bathroom,
wringing them out in the sink before setting them aside.  They would go
right into the washer after my shower.

   When I walked out to the laundry room wrapped in a towel, Hope was once
again seated in the living room.  She still wore the same outfit, but I
could tell right away that she no longer wore a bra beneath the blouse. 
Her nipples poked out noticeably, and I hoped I wasn't staring.  My sister
smiled at me, and I realized the hungry look was no longer there.

   I tossed my sweat-soaked clothes into the washer with some other clothes
from the hamper and started it.  I went back to my room to get dressed,
locking the door behind me.  I knew that Beth had taken off her bra, and
suspected that she might have masturbated.  I opened my laptop and let it
run through its startup while I put on fresh shorts and a t-shirt.

   I sat at my desk and opened the two windows showing the footage from
Hope's room.  Bingo!  I actually saw myself walking by her open door to the
garage before she rushed into her room and closed the door.  Her room was
well-lit by the afternoon sun as she lay back on her bed, opening her legs
to play with her pussy.  One of the cameras was perfectly positioned to
show me everything.

   I pulled my dick out of the leg of my shorts, stroking it in time with
the fingers plunging in and out of Hope's wet pussy.  She had two fingers
from her left hand sliding in and out of her, while the tips of the fingers
on her right hand rubbed her clit from side to side rapidly.  My headphones
were still sitting on the desk, but I could hear her faint moans and the
wet squishy sounds coming out of them.

   I was really close to coming when I heard a car pull up in our driveway.
It was just enough of a distraction that I knew I wouldn't come soon.  I
released my dick and saved the video clip.  I knew I would have a memorable
session later that night, with the two shower videos and that clip to
watch.

   It took a few minutes for my erection to subside enough that I could
leave my room.  Colleen was home, and she gave me a nice hug in the hallway
when I walked out of my bedroom.  She had come in through the garage.

   "I see you got a lot done while I was at work," she said.  "How many
boxes are still up there?"

   We walked together to the living room as I answered.

   "Those were the last of the boxes," I said, "And that was all of the
computers and monitors.  I'll probably finish getting the last of the stuff
out of the attic tonight."

   Colleen shook her head and smiled at me.  Hope turned around on the
couch.

   "Really?" Hope asked, "That's all the boxes already?"

   "Yep," I answered.

   "Can we go up there and take a look?" she asked.

   "Sure," I answered with a shrug.  I was not worried that they might spot
the cameras.  After all, Dad hadn't noticed.

   I walked over and pulled down the ladder once again, and Colleen went up
first.  I followed Hope up the ladder, with her naked bottom right in my
face.  I think she felt my breath, and expected her to turn and look at me,
but she didn't.  It wasn't all that long of a climb, but I had a good whiff
of her pussy.  I stopped a couple of steps shy of the attic, so that my
raging hard-on was out of sight.

   Colleen and Heather both looked around at the attic.  Colleen blew out a
whistle, and Hope murmured, "Wow."

   "This attic is really big without all that junk up here," Colleen
commented.

   "Yeah," I replied, "After we put in the new insulation, maybe I should
put in some floorboards so we could use this space for something."

   It was an idea that had formed in my mind while I had been working up
here.  That would further hide the cameras, if Dad approved.

   Both of my sisters were already getting too hot, and we retreated back
down the ladder.  I put it back up and closed the attic hatch.

   "It's probably too hot up there--and too cold in the winter--to really
use that for anything other than storage," Colleen said.

   "You're probably right," I said.

   I was trying not to stare at Hope.  She had already sweated enough in
the attic that I could clearly see her nipples through that white blouse.
Colleen seemed not to notice, but she was aware that she was sweating.

   "I think I'll take a quick shower and change clothes," she said.

   I walked over to the couch and plopped down.  I was not expecting it
when Hope slid into my lap and once again wrapped her arm around my head. I
smiled up into her face, careful not to stare at her tits right in front of
me.  I had already been hard, and now I knew that she was sitting in my lap
with only the thin layer of my shorts between my hard cock and her wet
pussy.

   "Mind if I change the channel?" I asked her.

   I was just trying to find something to say to deflect her attention from
my erection pressing into her thighs from below.  Now, in retrospect, it is
obvious that Hope wanted me.  God knows, I wanted her.  At that point,
though, I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me.  My sisters
were so beautiful, and I didn't think that they were interested in their
kid brother that way.

   I heard Colleen go from her bedroom to the bathroom.  I tried to focus
on the television, but I could not tell you what we watched.  My attention
was entirely focused on the heat of my sister's pussy on my lap.  It got
worse every time she wiggled her bottom against me.  Her taught left nipple
was within inches of my watering mouth.  It was all I could do not to stare
at it.

   We heard another car pull into the driveway, and Hope slid out of my
lap. She smoothed down her skirt and turned to me.

   "I guess I ought to change before dinner," she said.

   I nodded, trying not to stare at her.  She looked down and her eyes
widened.  She reddened a bit and then added, "Maybe you should change,
too," before walking away.  I looked down and saw what she meant.  The
crotch of my shorts was soaked.

   I hurried into my bedroom, managing to get in there and close the door
before my mom walked into the house.  I pulled off the damp shorts and
couldn't help but lift them to my nose.  They reeked of my sister's wet
pussy.  I folded them up so that the damp patch was hidden inside and set
them beside my pillow.

   I grabbed an identical pair of grey workout shorts and pulled them on
quickly, trying to get out to the couch and look nonchalant when my mother
walked through.  I was mostly successful.  Mom stopped in the living room
and asked how my day was.

   "I got a lot done," I replied.

   I smiled and told her about some of my homework, and then explained that
all the boxes, computers and monitors were out of the attic.  She nodded
and absently said, "Oh," and "uh-huh," a couple of times, but I realized
that she, too, was staring at my crotch.  I knew that I was still fairly
erect, but I thought that I had pushed my dick down so that it wasn't
poking up noticeably anymore.

   I couldn't help but notice my mother's nipples were visible through her
thin bra and the top she wore, which didn't help my condition any.  Also, I
couldn't help but picture her naked, masturbating in her shower.  When I
asked her how her day was, she simply replied, "It was fine," before
turning and heading into her bedroom.

   As soon as she was out of sight, I looked down and saw that the end of
my hard dick was poking out of the leg opening of my shorts.  She had been
able to see the head and first couple inches of it the whole time!  I
tucked it away and straightened my shorts.  Less than a minute later,
Colleen emerged from her bedroom and joined me in the living room.

   Evidently it was her turn to plop down in my lap.  Hope said nothing
about it when she joined us a few minutes later, sitting on my left side. I
distinctly remembered that we talked, but I was so distracted that I
couldn't keep track of that conversation.  Colleen was really moving around
a lot in my lap, and she and Hope kept touching my shoulders and arms as
they spoke to me.

   Mom called from the kitchen and asked what we wanted for dinner.  I used
that as an excuse to get up from the couch to help her.  I thought it would
keep me out of trouble.  Colleen and Hope sat on the couch and whispered as
I helped Mom cook dinner.

   Unfortunately, I wasn't really prepared when I walked into the kitchen.
My mother was wearing a thin robe that I had never seen before.  It was
pale pink, and I could see the dark outlines of her nipples right through
it.  It was tied at the waist with a belt, but when she turned to face me,
the bottom of it gapped open, revealing her smooth pussy.  I knew she had
seen me staring, but she didn't say anything.

   I tried not to stare over the next twenty minutes, as we cooked dinner.
Halfway through that, my dad got home and headed straight to their bathroom
to shower.  When he returned, he didn't say anything but he did raise his
eyebrows when he saw what Mom was wearing.

   After dinner, my sisters and I cleaned up quickly.  Once again, we
joined our parents for an hour or so of television.  Hope reclaimed my lap
for the first half hour, and when she got up to use the bathroom, Colleen
slid back into my lap.  Both of them were wearing shorts, and neither of
them moved around as much as they had earlier.  That was a relief.  At the
same time, though, I had to wonder if I was the only one who could see my
mother's bare pussy the three times she shifted in the loveseat next to my
dad.

   I finally couldn't take it anymore.  I excused myself and returned to
the attic.  I cleared the cobwebs from my old crib and took it apart so I
could carry it down.  Dad saw me passing with it, and got up to help.  When
we got to the garage and turned on the light, my dad gave out a long
whistle.

   "Wow, Daniel," he said, "You really did get a lot done today!"

   "Yes, sir," I replied.

   He followed me back up into the attic, and then he was even more
impressed.  It took just over an hour, and we had completely cleared the
last of the junk from up there.  Mom, Colleen, and Hope all pitched in as
we went through those boxes in the garage.  It was late by the time we
finished, but the job was done.  All that was left was replacing the
insulation.

   Everyone needed a shower after that, and I was so tired by the time I
got my shower that I went to bed and fell asleep without watching any of
the video footage I had planned to view.

   My alarm awoke me far too early the next morning.  I was up and in the
bathroom, brushing my teeth and getting ready for school, before it dawned
on me that it was Saturday.  I felt like a total dipshit.  I could have
slept in.  I could have stayed in my room and watched my illicit home
movies.  Instead I had gotten up early, and now my dad knew I was awake.

   Dad always got up early on Saturdays.  That was when he took care of all
the household chores, so he could enjoy watching football and drinking beer
the rest of the weekend.  I was not the least surprised when he poked his
head into the bathroom and grinned at me.

   "Glad to see you're up!" he said, "Are you ready to go get that new
insulation with me?"

   I spat out the toothpaste.

   "Sure, but can I grab some cereal first?" I replied.

   "That sounds good," he said.

   We both wolfed down a bowl of cereal, and then we headed out to my dad's
truck.  It was a good thing I was along to help; that insulation was bulky.
It was also a good thing we got started early.  The attic was actually
comfortable when we climbed up there and began removing the old insulation.

   I managed to talk my dad into letting me pull the insulation out and
then I tossed it down to him.  He carried it outside and piled it up next
to the truck.  The new insulation was in long rolls.  We manhandled those
up the ladder, and then I rolled them out and my dad cut the ends to the
correct length.  He never saw the cameras, and the new insulation was all
installed before my mom and sisters woke up.

   After we disposed of the old insulation at the dump, dad took me to the
Waffle House for a late breakfast.  It was weird; he talked to me like I
was one of the guys from work.  We got home after that to find that Mom and
my sisters were up.  They had not been up long, from the look of them.  All
three were bleary-eyed and they wore what they had worn to sleep--well,
except Hope, I would imagine.  She had likely pulled those pajamas on after
she woke up.

   Dad and I needed to shower.  We had bits of that fiberglass insulation
on our sleeves and pant legs, and we didn't want to get that all over the
place.  I was surprised when Dad suggested we just strip in the laundry
room and wash those clothes separately.  I was embarrassed to walk past my
mom and sisters naked, with my hands covering my crotch.  I hustled into
the bathroom and showered quickly.  I dried and wrapped the towel around my
waist, shaking my head at my reflection in the mirror.  I couldn't believe
I had done that.

   I rejoined my family at the dining room table, once again dressed in
workout shorts and a tank top.  My dad had just taken his first sip of
coffee when my mom cleared her throat.

   "What was that all about?" she asked.

   I couldn't help myself.

   "Oh, Dad and I have been toying with the idea of casual nudity around
the house," I drawled.

   Dad choked on his coffee.  When he saw the saucer-wide eyes of mom and
my sisters, he laughed uncontrollably.  When he finally caught his breath,
he shook his head and grinned at me.

   "Damn, that was funny, Daniel."

   He turned to my mom, then.

   "No, not really," he said, "We got up early and tore out the old
insulation and put in the new stuff.  We had fiberglass fibers all over us,
so we just threw those clothes in the wash by themselves.  That was my
idea."

   He turned back to me.

   "Sorry if that embarrassed you."

   I shrugged, acting like it was no big deal.  I couldn't help but notice
that my mother looked aroused at the prospect of me and dad walking around
naked.  I stretched my arms above my head and yawned.

   "I think I'm going to go back to bed," I said, "I would probably have
slept in, but I forgot to change the alarm before I went to bed last
night."

   "Go right ahead," my dad said, "You've earned it."

   * * *

   My hands shook as I fired up my laptop.  I was so excited that I wasn't
even sure where to start.  When the video feeds came up, I decided to
rewind them all from that point backward to see if there was anything
interesting from this morning.  I wasn't keen on keeping video of my mom
and sisters going to the bathroom.  Before that, though, I had several
hours of Hope lying naked in her bed.  She had pushed her covers to the
side and was illuminated by the bedside lamp.  I saved that for later
viewing.

   Rewinding further, I was surprised to see my parents having sex.  They
had left the bathroom light on, and had really gone at it.  When I reached
the beginning of that, they were lying in bed talking for a while.  I put
my headphones on to hear what they were saying.

   "Really?" my dad asked, clearly turned on, "He looked at your pussy?"

   "Oh, yeah," my mother purred, "and you should have seen how hard he
was."

   She reached over and started stroking my dad's cock.  I wondered if they
were talking about me, but that was confirmed as soon as I thought it.

   "Are you this turned on because you're thinking about our son fucking
his mommy?" she asked him.

   He just groaned, and I could see his dick throbbing in her hand.  I was
stroking my own dick as I listened.  I had never even imagined my mother
talking like this.

   "You are, aren't you?" she continued, "You would just love to watch your
son bend me over the kitchen counter, pull up the back of my robe, and fuck
me, wouldn't you?"

   She bent and sucked the head of his cock, but then her hair fell over
her face and blocked my view.  Dad groaned again, and then he grabbed her
and flipped her over.  They made a lot of noise while they fucked.  I was
surprised that I had never heard them having sex before.

   They were all over the bed, so my view varied as they moved.  I had a
lousy view of that initial missionary sex, but when dad pulled her legs up
over his shoulders and turned slightly, I could zoom in for a great
close-up.  I watched my dad's cock plunge in and out of my mother's pussy
as if I were standing a foot away.  After that, they both turned over and
he took her from behind.  I was looking at their faces and my mother's
bouncing tits from that angle.

   My dad got up and walked into the bathroom.  I wondered what was going
on--there was still a lot of sex time left to go.  My mother slid off the
bed, then bent over the side of the bed with her legs spread wide.  I
couldn't tell what my dad was doing with his back to me, until I heard my
mother groan and my dad spread his legs.  He was fucking her in the ass!

   Once again, I was able to zoom in and catch it in glorious detail.  I
could see her empty pussy right below the thick shaft sliding in and out of
that tight asshole.  My mother's kinky talk was what put it over the top,
though.

   "Oh, Daniel!" she cried out, "What do you think you're doing?  You can't
fuck your mother like that!  Oh!  You dirty boy, fucking your own mother in
her tight little ass!  Do you like how that feels, baby?  Do you like how
mommy's ass squeezes your big dick?"

   "Oh, fuck!" my dad gasped out.

   "Are you going to come for me?" she continued, "Are you going to fill
your mommy's tight ass with your hot cum?"

   I barely managed to grab a tissue in time as my dick erupted.  On the
screen in front of me, my father was grunting and moaning as he filled my
mother's ass with his own load.  They weren't done yet, but I needed time
to recuperate after that.  I disposed of the messy tissue and rewound the
video to the point that they first started talking in their bed.  I saved
it from that point until their light went off an hour and a half later.

   I continued to backtrack, and Colleen and my parents were simultaneously
showering before going to bed the night before.  I didn't realize that my
parents had showered together.  They fooled around a bit as they washed
each other, but that was apparently just warming them up for later in bed.

   Colleen looked amazing as she showered.  Her short, light-brown hair
emphasized the sexy curve of her neck and made her firm breasts look even
bigger.  She wasn't shy about playing with her nipples, biting her lip each
time she did.  I didn't have a clear view of it, but she was clearly
playing with her pussy as well.

   I saved both of those clips, and rewound past my own shower to watch
Hope.  That was a little disappointing after everything else I had seen. 
She was brisk and businesslike as she washed her body, shampooed her hair,
and got out.  I did get a nice view of her ass as she bent over to wrap the
smaller towel around her hair.  She dried her body with the larger bath
towel, wrapped it around her, and passed me on the way to her bedroom.

   I decided not to keep that, and rewound further.

   I was already so spoiled by the quality of my new viewing options that I
didn't bother saving the quick view of my sisters undressing before their
showers.  There was a lot of movement in the doorways of my sisters'
bedrooms as we walked back and forth to the garage.  There was a long
stretch of the bedrooms gradually lightening as the video rewound from
night back to the afternoon.  My dad showered, but I skipped past that.

   My mother was naked in her bedroom for a few minutes before she picked
out that revealing robe and put it on.  She touched her breasts and pussy
and moaned before wrapping the robe around her body and tying the belt.

   It was a short clip, but I saved it anyway.

   I also saved the brief clip of Colleen entering her room after her
shower.  She had dressed quickly, but she had sat on her bed and rubbed her
pussy for a bit before that.  Her breasts bounced around nicely, and her
nipples looked delicious.  Her pussy glistened as her fingers worked her
clit roughly.  I couldn't tell if she came or not before she got up and
pulled her panties up her legs.

   Before that, she showered.  Unlike the shower from that morning, she had
really rushed.  I backed up to the beginning of that, and noticed that she
had been staring out toward the living room before hurrying in to take her
shower.  She had been watching Hope sitting on my lap.

   There was nothing on any of the cameras but empty rooms from that point
forward until I once again hit the point that we got dressed before I left
for school the day before.  I returned to my saved video collection and
stroked myself to another nice orgasm watching my parents fuck and talk
dirty the night before.  After that, I lay down and really did take a nap.

   I was awakened by loud knocking on my bedroom door.  It was my dad, and
he was really pounding the door with his fist.

   "Daniel, are you alright in there?" he bellowed.

   I leapt from my bed and rushed to the door, unlocking and opening it. 
My dad looked relieved when he looked at me.  I'm sure he could tell just
by looking at me that I just woke up.

   "Why did you lock your door?" he asked.

   "Sorry," I replied groggily, "I didn't know I had."

   I had locked the door on purpose before I started watching those videos,
of course.  I just didn't realize that I left it locked when I zonked out.
I made a mental note that I needed to be more careful about that in the
future.

   * * *

   I don't know what you would consider 'normal' or 'excessive' amounts of
masturbation.  I usually jacked off to orgasm four or five times a day, but
it wasn't unusual for me to do it more than that when I had something
inspiring to get me off.  Now that I had these cameras installed, every
night was like Christmas morning.  I would open my laptop, excited to see
what goodies I had in store.  I was masturbating a lot, even by my
standards.

   Every day I had a fresh video of my sisters and my mother taking a
shower.  Colleen and my mom both masturbated in the shower regularly.  Hope
usually masturbated in her room, but she gave me some spectacular shows,
writhing on her bed as her fingers worked over her juicy pussy.

   When my school week resumed, I discovered that Colleen would use that
dildo on herself in the mornings after everyone else had left.  She would
moan as she sucked on it, getting it nice and wet with her saliva before
sliding it deep inside her pussy.  Since she was alone in the house, she
would really let loose, moaning loudly and muttering "fuck!" "Oh, yes!" and
occasionally howling "I'm coming!" at the end.

   As hot as those videos were, I still enjoyed the titillating views of
all three sexy women when they dressed or undressed each day.  I felt a
thrill when I listened to Colleen talk on her phone with one of her friends
from work, touching her pussy while they discussed a guy that had really
turned them on.

   My parents had sex two or three nights a week, and that was often in the
dark.  Even then, though, my mother's dirty talk was enough to get me off
repeatedly.  It was even better when they left the lights on, of course. 
It just wasn't that often.

   I was doing well in my classes as the school year drew to a close,
despite my distraction.  I just didn't spend any time hanging out with my
friends or trying to date anymore.  I was too busy, with hours of new
footage to review every day.  It didn't register in my brain just what a
recluse I had become until a few weeks had passed.

   * * *

   Hope was sitting on her bed when my mother walked into the room.  She
looked miserable.  I had noticed that she looked increasingly unhappy
lately, but I didn't know why.

   "What's wrong, baby?" my mother asked, sitting next to her on the bed.

   My mother wrapped her left arm around her shoulders and used her right
hand to push her bangs out of her face.  That comforting touch looked
gentle and loving as I watched them.

   "Oh, Mom," my sister replied, "I don't know what I did, but Daniel has
been avoiding me for the past week.  He never talks to me anymore, and...he
doesn't even look at me like he used to."

   I saw my mother's hand freeze with a lock of Hope's hair draped over her
fingers.

   "What do you mean?" she asked softly.

   Hope looked up at her--and toward the camera--and bit her lip.  She
looked like she might cry.

   "I know, it's wrong, but he used to make me feel so sexy.  He never
stared at me, like the guys at school do, but he was so cute.  I loved that
he would get--you know--turned on around me.  Daniel was always so sweet
and shy about it, and that just made it better for me.  I felt like he
couldn't help himself, and that just made me feel even sexier."

   I could see my mother shiver at that, but doubted that Hope noticed.  In
the other camera, I could see that Mom's nipples were hard within her
nightgown.  She nodded at my sister, and resumed stroking her hair.

   "I'm afraid I pushed it too far," Hope continued in a hoarse whisper, "I
think it happened when I sat on his lap last week.  I could feel that he
was really hard, and I may have embarrassed him.  I didn't mean to, Mom.  I
was just turned on, feeling how hard he was underneath me.  I started kind
of rocking in his lap, and it felt really nice."

   She shook her head, and my mom had to clear her throat before she could
speak clearly.

   "Go on, dear," she urged, "It's alright.  I totally understand."

   Hope looked up at her face.  "You do?" she asked.

   "Well of course, dear," Mom replied, "I have enjoyed sitting in his lap
the last few weeks, and for the same reason.  Your brother is a very sexy
young man, and it makes me feel sexy to feel his hard cock pressing up
against me like that."

   Over the past few weeks, I had heard my mother utter much filthier
things, but Hope looked shocked to hear my mother use the word 'cock.'

   "Isn't that...wrong, though?" she asked.

   "Maybe," my mom replied thoughtfully, "I mean, what we have done--and
Colleen has done it as much as we have--is really just harmless fun.  It's
not like any of us are having sex with Daniel."

   "I think I wanted to, though," Hope admitted, "And I think he could
tell. He's barely said anything to me since that night, Mom, and I think he
hates me for doing that to him."

   She did start to cry, then.  Mom held her and rubbed her back as Hope
sobbed into her chest.

   I felt awful for her, and I felt like a heel.  I hadn't realized just
how much I had tuned out my family 'in the flesh' in exchange for watching
them on my monitor.  I put my mind to work, trying to figure out how I
could ease my way back into their lives without letting on that I had
overheard this conversation.  My eyes snapped back to the screen, though,
when my mother spoke again.

   "Shh," she whispered, "It's alright, Hope.  I completely understand. 
Even if you and Daniel were having sex, I would understand."

   "You would?" Hope gasped in surprise, looking up at Mom's face.

   "Well, of course, honey," she said, "After all, whenever I've sat in
Daniel's lap and felt that thick, hard, dick, I have wondered what it would
feel like if it somehow slipped inside me.  Haven't you?"

   Hope nodded guiltily and she bit her lip again.  My mother looked
incredibly aroused as she continued.

   "And if something like that happened...well, it would be much more
likely to happen again, wouldn't it?  You and your brother are attractive
young people.  You're on the pill, so it's not like he would get you
pregnant.  I know, it's supposed to be wrong.  I'm your mother and I
certainly shouldn't encourage that sort of behavior.  I'm just saying, if
it did happen, I would still love you both and I wouldn't blame you one
bit."

   Fuck!  I was rock hard again after hearing her say that!  My dick was
throbbing in my hand, and I could almost picture what she suggested.  If I
was sitting around in my boxer shorts when Hope sat on my lap, it would be
easy for my erection to push out of the front of the boxers...

   "Well, I guess we won't have to worry about it anyway," Hope answered
sadly, "As much as he's been avoiding me lately, I'm sure nothing will
happen.  No matter how much I might want it to happen."

   She shook her head then, looking a little embarrassed.

   "Sorry, Mom," she murmured, "I didn't mean it like that.  I just miss
having him around, especially after the way he used to stick up for me and
talk to me."

   Mom's attention was piqued by that, and she sat up a bit.

   "What do you mean 'he used to stick up for you'?  Did something happen
at school?"

   "Um...well..." Hope looked uncomfortable as she tried to figure out what
to say.  "There was this one time, when an older boy wouldn't leave me
alone...and Daniel stood up for me and ran the guy away.  He was very
brave. That boy was much bigger than him." She looked into my mother's
eyes--and the camera, again--and my heart melted.  "I think that was when I
fell in love with Daniel."

   My mother wrapped her in a comforting hug.

   "Oh, sweetheart!" she said, "I had no idea." Then she leaned back. 
"When did that happen?"

   I knew exactly when it happened, and yet I had still been clueless.  I
always assumed Hope was just that same sweet, naïve person I had always
loved and fantasized about.  The idea that she was in love with me and
wanted me that way...it was enormous.  I felt a sense of vertigo, as if my
room and my world were spinning around me.

   I had to do something.  But what?

   I shook slightly as I saved that conversation.  I might want to listen
to it again.  I closed my laptop and stood up, pacing absentmindedly around
my room as I thought about what I should do.

   Everyone had noticed how much time I had been spending in my room, I
realized.  That was no good.  I would have to start spending more time with
my family, and my video viewing would have to be done after they had gone
to sleep.  Also, I realized, there were only two weeks of school left. 
Once summer began, I should have the house to myself for parts of the day
for that.

   I needed a cover story--a reason I had been so preoccupied in my room. I
stopped pacing abruptly.  Dammit!  I was still in my room, still locked
away from them.  Impulsively, I flung my door open and ran my hands over my
face before stalking through the house.  I could pace and fume in the back
yard.  Once I stepped out that back door, the cool evening breeze helped
clear my head immensely.

   Really, why would a guy my age spend so much time locked away in his
room, with his laptop?  He could be consumed by porn and jacking off, but
that would have taken hold of me years before if that were the case.  He
could be a dedicated online gamer.  They all knew that wasn't my bag.

   I stopped pacing in the grass when it hit me.  It had to be a woman.  An
online correspondence that had consumed me utterly; it explained neatly why
they wouldn't have heard me talking in my room--I would have been typing
instead.  I had read about such things.  I would need to research it more,
of course, but it would explain everything.  Until I had the story
perfectly researched, I would refuse to divulge anything.  In the meantime,
I needed to spend time with my family again.

   I set my shoulders and marched back into the house.  Nobody was in the
dining room or living room at the moment, so I went through to the
bathroom. I had to wait until Colleen exited before I could go in.  I
grimaced at her as we passed.  She looked surprised to see me, and she
stood there as I closed the door.  I stood over the toilet and made myself
pee a little bit, in case she was still standing outside the door.

   Then I stood in front of the mirror and washed my face.  I looked at my
reflection, and tried to work on the appropriate expression.  I don't know
if you have ever done that.  I guess it would sound a little crazy to you
if you've never done it.  I went through a couple of 'sad' expressions.  I
thought it just made me look constipated or something.  I looked like I was
physically ill, instead of heartbroken.  That would not do.

   I closed my eyes, and involuntarily I pictured my sister looking at me
with that heart-wrenching look on her face.  I felt a lump form in my
throat.  I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror.  That haunted face
looking back at me was perfect.  I was on the verge of genuine tears, and
looked it.

   The last thing I had wanted to do was hurt anyone.  I watched my
expression in the mirror as it changed.  How would I look, when my mother
asked me what was wrong?  I shifted to a sad smile.  Colleen wants to know
if I am alright?  That grateful smile and determined face would let her
know I meant it when I didn't want to talk about it.  What about when Hope
asked me...anything?  Shoot.  I couldn't get that haunted look from my face
when I thought about her.

   I heard my father's voice in the living room, and my mother responding
from the kitchen.  We had eaten dinner a couple of hours earlier.  I wasn't
so out of it that I had been missing meals the past weeks.  I felt prepared
to face them all.  I dried my face and walked out of the bathroom.

   Everyone else was sitting in the living room, watching television.

   "Hey," I said softly, "Mind if I join you?"

   "Sure," "Of course," "Hey," they replied.  They all looked surprised to
see me.  I walked around the couch and sat between my sisters, aware of
just how sad my smile probably looked when I looked at each of them.

   I mostly watched the show they had been watching.  Whenever one of my
family members would look at me, I would meet their gaze briefly before
looking back at the screen.  Nobody asked me anything.  After the show, we
all went to bed.  I lay on my bed for two hours before getting up and
quietly opening my laptop to begin my self-assigned homework.

   It was surprisingly easy to find hundreds of chat rooms, bulletin
boards, and forums where one could have the kind of online affair I had
imagined.  I found a few that I could follow right away, and I was able to
figure out what the rules did and did not allow.  After three or four
hours, I felt confident that I could answer any questions with a reasonably
accurate answer.

   Now, all I had to do was create this anonymous woman.  I stretched,
realizing that I was really tired.  I went to sleep and dreamed of a
beautiful stranger who had captured my heart without ever existing.

   * * *

   I had school the next day, and I had really stayed up far too late.  I
was groggy and out of it when I got breakfast and dressed for school.  I
followed Hope out to her car and slid into the passenger seat as I had
every school day for the past three years.  I had taken her for granted all
this time.  I looked over at her and cleared my throat before breaking the
silence.

   "Hope," I said, "Can I ask you something?"

   She turned her head sharply to me before returning her eyes to the
traffic ahead.

   "Sure, Daniel," she replied, "You can ask me anything."

   "Have you been dating anyone lately?" I asked.

   "No," she said slowly, dragging the word out for a second, "Why do you
ask?"

   I took a moment before answering.  I wasn't quite sure how to broach
this without it leading to a long conversation we just didn't have time for
in the brief car ride.

   "I was just wondering if you had a guy break your heart, lately," I
said.

   We stopped at a traffic signal, and she looked over at me.  I knew what
my expression had to be at that moment when her sad eyes met mine.  Her
expression changed abruptly when she saw the look on my face.

   "What happened, Daniel?" she breathed.

   I shook my head and forced a smile.

   "We don't have time," I said.  "Hope, I promise, I will tell you
everything after school today.  Okay?"

   She nodded, and we continued on.  I leaned over and hugged her
impulsively before getting out of the car at my school.

   "Thanks, Hope," I said.

   I was surprised through the school day.  A couple of girls I knew, and
four more that I didn't really know at all, approached me and asked if I
was alright.  That was just unfathomable to me.  How was it that this
pathetic version of me drew so much attention?  I had never been a popular
guy at my school.  These girls looked like they wanted to comfort me.  They
wanted...wow.  I suddenly realized how those emo musicians got laid so
much.

   Still, I had no interest at that late point in starting up something
with any of them.  At the same time, I'm not an idiot.  I got their phone
numbers, just in case.

   That afternoon, I waited in front of the school and marshaled my
thoughts while I waited for my sister to arrive.  She pulled up, and I
smiled at her before sliding into the car.  I leaned over and gave her a
smooch on the cheek, knowing it was totally out of character for me.

   "So, how was your day?" I asked.

   That inane question caught her completely off guard.

   "Um, it was okay, I guess," she said.  "I had my final exam for my
Economics class today.  I think I did alright on it.  I had most of the day
off."

   She looked nervous, and perhaps a little excited, as she spoke to me. 
She looked beautiful, I realized.  Then I realized she had picked out this
outfit since she dropped me off at school.  She was wearing it for me. 
Hope was not overdressed, nor was it a slutty outfit.  I felt confident
that there were no panties beneath that clingy skirt she wore.  Her
sleeveless blouse gave me a little peek at the side of her right breast,
unfettered by a bra.

   "Is Colleen home?" I asked.

   "She wasn't there when I left," she replied, "but she might be home by
the time we get back.  She was working this morning, but it was supposed to
be a half day."

   I nodded.  That was what I expected, and I really wanted to talk to both
of them when I explained myself.  I didn't want to have to go through it
any more times than I had to.  I reached over and put my left hand on
Hope's thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

   "You look nice today," I said.

   "Thanks," she breathed.

   I withdrew my hand, not wanting to overdo it.

   "I don't have any homework today," I told her.  "If you don't mind, I
want to sit down and talk with you and Colleen at the same time.  I know, I
have been...distant lately.  I am sorry, Hope.  It's just...well, you will
understand when I tell you guys.  I promise."

   She didn't look terribly disappointed when I said I wanted to include
Colleen in the discussion, but she was always good at hiding that sort of
thing.  I prayed I had not hurt her again.

   Half an hour later, I had changed into my familiar, comfortable shorts
and tank top.  I had been exercising enough, between push-ups and sit-ups
at home and the various exercises in PE class, that I knew I looked decent
in that outfit.  Colleen was also wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but Hope
still wore the same outfit she had on in the car earlier.  I sat on the
coffee table in the living room, facing them as they sat on the couch.

   I took a big breath and gave them a sad smile before starting.  This had
to be done just right.  The story was bullshit, of course, but the
sentiment was real enough.

   "Have you ever met someone online, that you never knew in real life?" I
asked.

   "I have," Colleen answered.  Hope shook her head.

   "Well," I blew out a breath, "I met this woman online.  I knew she was
older than me, but I really got into chatting with her online.  I guess I
let it get out of control.  Quite honestly, I didn't know just how much
time I was spending in my room on my computer until just recently."

   I looked at them, making sure they were following what I was saying. 
Looking at my sisters, sitting there on the couch, I could clearly picture
them naked from all the video footage I had watched.  I closed my eyes for
a moment, letting that montage of my sisters' sexy naked bodies wash
through my mind.

   I pictured Colleen masturbating in the shower, then on her bed with her
dildo noisily fucking her wet pussy.  I saw Hope lying on her bed, her
fingers thrusting in and out of her.  I felt my cock stir to life, knowing
they could clearly see it between my spread thighs as I sat right in front
of them.  When I opened my eyes and looked at them again, they were both
looking at my hard dick.

   I smiled at them and crossed my forearms over my crotch.

   "Sorry," I said, "Thinking of all those dirty conversations still gets
me hard.  I really enjoyed sharing those naughty fantasies with Stacy.  At
least, that's what she said her name was.  I just found out Monday, though,
that it was all bullshit."

   I could hear the bitterness in my tone.  I was nailing this.

   "It turns out that 'Stacy' is actually a forty-six-year-old mother of
four.  She's married, and she had told me she was single.  I should have
known better," I closed my eyes again and shook my head.  I was recalling
some of my mother's dirty talk as I opened my eyes and went on.  "She
really had a knack for going into details of her little fantasies.  I
really got into it, and loved getting off with her.  The thing is, I...I
fell in love with her.  I fell in love with this fantasy woman who never
existed in real life.  How pathetic does that make me?"

   My sisters both sat there in shock, with their mouths hanging open. 
They had no idea that this had been my life for almost a month.  I mean, it
hadn't been, really.  When I figured I wasn't going to get an answer out of
either of them, I added an embellishment I had come up with while sitting
in my English class that afternoon.  I leaned forward a little and
whispered.

   "You know what the most embarrassing part is?  Every time I go grocery
shopping now, and see a housewife in her forties, I will wonder if that is
Stacy." I uncovered my lap, letting them see my arousal.  "I will be
getting a hard-on from just being around random middle-aged women.  How sad
is that?"

   I smiled at them, and they smiled back.  I could tell that they were
buying the story.  They looked relieved to have me back.  I also knew that
one of them would tell my mother the story.  If they told it accurately,
she would know I now had a thing for middle-aged housewives.

   "How did that happen in the first place?" Hope asked.

   It was only the first of a series of questions from my sisters, but I
had prepared answers for each one.  The more I answered them, and used my
self-deprecating humor, the more they smiled and accepted how such a thing
could happen.  By the time we were done, they could easily imagine how it
could have happened to them.

   They could also see just how aroused I was, and how vulnerable.  They
wanted me, badly, by the time we heard my mother pull up to the house.  I
stood up, my erection right in front of both of them.

   "I guess I should change into something more presentable," I chuckled,
"Can't have Mom seeing me like this!"

   They both laughed weakly, but they were looking at my dick.  I spread my
arms, and they stood and let me hug them.  Colleen sighed into my ear when
I pressed my erection into her pubic mound and hugged her tightly.  I
turned and pulled Hope to me next, and she just stared into my eyes when I
gave her the same treatment.

   I walked briskly into my room, intending to change into cargo shorts
with boxers beneath them before rejoining them.  Instead, I just put on the
boxers and wore the same thin shorts.  I gave my erection a moment to go
down a bit before walking out of my room.  My mother was standing between
the dining room and living room, still dressed in her professional attire.
I gave her a smile and a big hug before sitting on the couch between my
sisters.

   "What would you like to watch?" I asked them.

   "I...I should probably go change," Hope said weakly.

   I could smell the pungent aroma of her aroused pussy when she got up
from the couch.  I turned to Colleen and handed her the remote.

   "I guess you're in charge," I said, leaning back into the couch and
patting my thigh.

   She accepted that as an invitation, sliding into my lap before flipping
through the channels.  I rubbed her back softly, enjoying the way she
moaned at that.  I then switched to scratching her back with my nails, and
she moaned again in appreciation.

   "Oh, that's really nice," she purred.

   "Next!" Hope called out as she approached.

   I turned and smiled at her.  She was wearing a t-shirt and loose-fitting
shorts.  Her hard nipples stood out proudly against the thin material.  I
did not hide my appreciation of her lovely breasts.

   "Sure thing, Hope," I said.

   "Just don't expect to rush this for me," Colleen growled, pressing her
bottom against my hard dick.

   She let out a sharp breath when I pushed my hips up into her.  She
turned her head slowly and looked at me with her eyes wide.  I just grinned
back at her and kept scratching her back.  I held out my right arm and
welcomed Hope into my embrace while I continued scratching Colleen's back
with my left hand.  Before I was done, I had pushed my dick against her
twice more.  She was a little shaky when she slid out of my lap to give
Hope her turn.

   My mother came out of her bedroom about the time Hope settled into my
lap.  She was wearing one of her thin housecoats again, and this time she
was wearing panties.  When she saw me scratching Hope's back, she grinned
at me before sitting down on the loveseat.

   "Do I get a turn for that treatment?" she asked.

   I turned to Colleen, even though I was answering my mother.

   "That only seems fair, don't you think?" I said.

   Colleen's eyes were still wide as she regarded me.  She licked her lips
before nodding.

   "I guess so," she said.

   I don't think Hope was subtle at all as she worked her ass in my lap. 
Nobody said anything, but I could feel her hot pussy through her thin
shorts as she ground it on top of my erection.  After several minutes of
that, I cleared my throat and spoke softly.

   "Don't you think it's Mom's turn?" I asked.

   "Okay," she said, sliding back from my lap to the couch.

   My mother smiled as she stood up, but that gave way to a less certain
expression as she took the five steps toward me.  She could see my hard
cock throbbing in my shorts, pointed right up at her.  She turned around
and sat on my lap, and my cock was pressing between her pussy lips in the
center of her panties.

   She couldn't help but let out a soft "Oh!" of surprise when she felt
that.  I did not press against her as I had with Colleen, and she did not
move noticeably in my lap, but her breathing was audible the entire time
she sat there.  I did a thorough job scratching her back.

   Amusingly, I had no idea what show was on the television the entire
time. One of them had been sitting in my lap, obscuring my view.  All I
could really hear were the commercials.  I didn't even care.  After two
commercial breaks, I figured I should probably stop torturing my mother.

   "Mom, should we get dinner started?" I asked.

   "That's a good idea," she muttered.

   I stood up with her, and followed her into the kitchen.  I could smell
her arousal the entire time, even though I was able to control my own
enough to keep from sporting a boner.  Dad arrived and went straight to
their room to shower, stopping only briefly to acknowledge us on his way
through.

   I made jokes through dinner, trying to lighten the mood.  My mom and
sisters seemed far too serious and preoccupied, and I was eventually able
to get them to smile.

   "You seem to be in a much better mood," my dad commented with a broad
smile.

   "I am," I said, reaching around to hug Hope to me and nod at Colleen. 
"I really needed to get some stuff off my chest, and my sisters were there
to listen.  Thanks again for that."

   They both beamed at me, murmuring "you're welcome." My mother perked up
when she heard it.  Dad just seemed relieved.  Everyone was past whatever
funk had clouded our home for the past week, and that was all he needed to
know.

   After eating dinner and cleaning the dishes, I retreated to my room.  I
left the door open on purpose.  I dropped my shorts and tank top in my
laundry hamper and stood looking at my laptop until Hope walked by.  She
stopped in my doorway and tapped lightly on my open door.  hI turned and
looked at her.

   "Are you alright?" she asked, looking at me and then at my closed
laptop.

   "Old habits die hard, I guess," I sighed to her.

   I knew she could see the shaft of my dick through the opening in the
front of my boxers.  I stood there for a couple more seconds, letting her
get a good look, before I turned and pulled an oversized t-shirt out of my
dresser and put it on.  It covered the boxers completely.  Only she and I
knew that I wasn't wearing shorts anymore.  I walked up to her and followed
her into the hallway, turning off my bedroom light behind me.

   We both overheard Mom talking to Colleen through her open bedroom door.

   "What did Daniel say to you?" she asked, "And what's gotten into him
this afternoon?"

   One of them pushed the bedroom door closed so they could talk in
privacy. I turned to Hope and gave her a grin.

   "Mom was bound to find out eventually," I said, "I'm not worried about
it anymore.  Still, please don't tell anyone else."

   "I won't," Hope replied.

   "Thanks," I said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

   I turned and walked into the bathroom, turning on the light and grabbing
my toothbrush.  After a moment, Hope went into her own bedroom, closing the
door behind her.  Until she came out of her room, it never really
registered that the oversized black t-shirt I wore featured Darth Vader. 
She now wore her own oversized t-shirt with Obi-wan, Yoda, and the droids
from the third prequel.  Her nipples still stuck out prominently.

   "We meet again, Obi-wan," I said in my best Darth Vader voice, staring
at her chest.

   "Stop," she said, putting her hand in the middle of my chest.  She was
smiling brightly at me.

   Our shirts were probably the same size.  That meant that hers hung down
like a dress, to mid-thigh.  Even when she bent over the sink, I could not
tell if she was wearing anything other than the shirt.  I faintly heard my
mother's raised voice say "Really?" through the closed door of Colleen's
bedroom just after I turned off my faucet.  I wiped my face dry with a
towel, hiding my satisfied grin from my sister.

   I went out to the living room and sat in the middle of the couch.  My
dad was already getting a start on the weekend--he had a beer in his hand
as he sat on the loveseat and flipped through the channels.  He found a
ballgame, but it wasn't any of the teams we rooted for.  I looked over at
him.

   "Would you rather watch a movie or something?" I asked.

   "I don't care," he said, "I didn't see anything else interesting."

   I shrugged.

   "Okay," I said.

   Hope came out and she groaned when she saw the game on television.

   "Really, Dad?" she asked, sliding into my lap.

   I kept my face carefully blank when I felt her naked bottom slide up my
thighs.  Her shirt draped over our laps, keeping it hidden as her soft,
moist lips came to rest on the exposed shaft of my cock.

   "There really isn't anything else interesting on!" my dad protested
again.

   To prove his point, he began switching through the channels on the
channel guide, rattling off shows as he went.  With his focus on the
television screen, Hope slowly slid forward and back a couple of inches.  I
was throbbing between her pussy lips, and we could both feel it clearly. 
It was rapidly becoming too much for me.  I knew we would get caught if
Colleen sat next to us, or insisted on her turn in my lap.

   "I'm sorry," I said abruptly, "I am just too tired right now.  I think I
should go to bed."

   Hope turned and looked at me.  Her eyes were panicky.  I leaned forward
and kissed her cheek, but I pushed her gently from my lap and carefully
stood up.  My shirt had fallen back into place, covering my boxers and my
boner.  I walked over and kissed my dad on the cheek as well.

   "Good night, Dad," I said.

   Hope watched me as I walked out of the living room.  I walked into my
bedroom, pushing the door behind me so that it was open just a crack.  I
then took off the shirt and boxers, setting them on my dresser, and crawled
naked into my bed.

   As it turned out, I was really tired--more than I realized.  I had
planned to lie in my bed awake for a while, but I fell asleep.  It wasn't a
deep sleep.  I was awakened by a soft tapping from my bedroom door.  I
heard the door opening slowly, and then a soft voice whispered, "Daniel?"

   "I'm awake," I whispered back.

   "Can I come in?"

   "Sure."

   The entire house was dark, and I could barely make out the dim outline
of her body entering my room.  She stood uncertainly for a second.  I
figured she couldn't see anything either.  I could only tell by the dim red
light coming from my clock that she was wearing a shirt, or maybe a gown.

   "Should I turn on a light?" I asked.

   "Yeah," she whispered, "Just a second."

   She turned and pushed my bedroom door closed.  I reached over next to my
bed and turned on the small bedside lamp.  I was surprised to see Colleen
bathed in the light, standing just inside my door and shielding her eyes
from the illumination.  I had expected Hope.  I was fortunate enough that
she didn't catch that moment.  By the time she uncovered her eyes to look
at my face, I was smiling softly at her.

   "What can I do for you, Colleen?" I asked, turning on my side to face
her.

   She stood there and wrung her hands uncertainly.  I scooted back on my
bed and patted the mattress next to me.

   "Come on, have a seat and talk to me," I said, "I promise I won't bite
unless you ask me to."

   She shook her head and smiled softly, but came over and sat on my bed. I
could see that she was wearing panties under her night shirt when she sat
and pulled one leg beneath her bottom.  In that brief glimpse, I knew
exactly which pair of snug, pink, thong panties were pulled tightly to her
puffy pussy lips, less than a foot from me.

   Colleen still looked terribly nervous as she sat on my bed and looked at
my face.  It was a reversal of our normal roles, since she was my older
sister.  Despite her battles with my parents over the years, I had come to
her for advice more than a few times.

   "Colleen," I said, reaching out to rub her back, "It's okay.  You know
you can tell me anything."

   "I told Mom everything you told me and Hope earlier," she blurted out.

   "Okay," I said, waiting for the rest.

   "Are you sure?" she asked.

   I saw and felt her shoulders relax.  Apparently, that had been all that
was bothering her.

   "I figured one of you would tell her," I said, "Really, it's fine.  It
saves me from the embarrassment of having to admit all of that to our
parents.  I mean, you know she'll tell dad." Colleen nodded, but the look
on her face said she hadn't considered it until I said it.  I continued,
"I'm just glad that's over.  I really appreciate you and Hope being there
for me.  It was such a relief to be able to talk to somebody about
it--somebody I could trust."

   Colleen shivered a bit.  I had heard the air conditioner turn on, but
hadn't considered she was sitting directly in the flow of one of the vents
until then.  I lifted the sheet, intending to invite her to join me, but
then abruptly realized I wasn't wearing boxers and pulled the sheet back
down.  I felt my face get hot.

   "Shit!" I said, "Sorry about that.  I forgot I wasn't wearing boxers.  I
was going to have you snuggle up with me.  You look chilly."

   Colleen automatically looked down at her chest before crossing her arms
in front of her.  I had not been looking at her nipples, and she realized
it as she looked at me.  Her face was a little flushed as well.  She had
gotten a glimpse of my naked body in that moment the sheet was raised.

   "I don't mind if you don't," she said, a little breathily, "I mean, I'm
wearing panties.  It's not like we'd be naked in bed together."

   "Okay," I said.

   I hoped I didn't sound too eager.  I knew she was looking my naked body
over as I lifted the sheet and she slid in beside me.  I held out my right
arm so that it cradled her head.  She was facing me, and I could feel the
softness of her thigh against my hard dick.

   "Sorry," I whispered.

   "For what?" she asked.

   "I'm poking you with my dick."

   She giggled at that, and I felt her hard nipples move against my chest
when she did.

   "It's not the first time," she whispered.  "I couldn't believe you did
that earlier."

   I knew what she was talking about.  'Earlier' meant on the couch, after
we had talked about my fictional online girlfriend.  I smiled at her.

   "I only thought it was fair," I said softly, "As much as you have teased
me the past month, sitting on my lap and wiggling that sexy bottom on me."

   I heard her sharp intake of breath.  For a second, I wondered if I had
said too much.

   "You really think my bottom is sexy?" she asked.

   I nodded, but at the same time I felt her push her hips toward me.  It
was just a little bit, but it caused my erect cock to slide up between her
thighs so that the tip was now touching the juncture of her legs.  I felt
her panties, and the hot pussy lips beneath them, touching the end of my
dick.

   "I've always thought you were sexy," I said, "I thought you knew that."

   I flexed my buttocks, which pressed my own hips forward just a bit,
pushing against her pussy for a second before I relaxed those muscles.

   "It's not like we'd ever actually do anything," I continued, "After all,
you're my sister, right?"

   I felt her press against me again, and the head of my cock was wedged
between the tops of her thighs and her panties.  It was incredibly hot, and
I thought I felt moisture on the top of my cock head.

   "That's right," she whispered, "You're my little brother.  Nothing could
ever happen."

   I slid my left hand down her side, and felt her shiver deliciously
against me.  My hand landed on the middle of her right thigh, and I stroked
it softly.

   "Even if you weren't wearing those panties," I whispered, "It would be
fine.  I'm sure nothing would happen."

   She groaned at that.  She lifted that leg over my hip, and my hand slid
up to touch the thin band of her thong at the top of her hip.  The end of
my dick was now pressed firmly between the lips of her pussy.  Only that
narrow strip of the crotch of her panties stopped me from sliding right
into her, and we both knew it.

   Colleen kissed me on my lips, then.  It was a soft little fleeting
smooch, at first.  When I kissed her back, though, it became more
insistent. At the same time, we were pressing our hips forward against each
other.  Her thong was pressed into the crease of her vagina, and I could
feel the wet lips of her pussy on the sides of my glans.

   We nearly jumped out of our skins when we heard a soft knock at the
door. Colleen looked terrified as she rolled away from me, jumping out of
the bed and smoothing down her shirt.  I made sure the sheet covered me.

   "Come in," I said softly.

   This time, it was Hope at my door.  She wore the same oversized Star
Wars t-shirt.  She and Colleen looked at each other in surprise for a
moment.

   "I saw your light was on, and thought..." Hope said a little awkwardly,
"I thought we could talk, if you were up.  I can come back later, I guess."

   "No, no, that's fine," Colleen said a little too rapidly, "We were just
talking, but I think we're done."

   She turned to me and reached out her right hand.  I took it in mine and
gave it a soft squeeze.

   "Thanks for being so understanding, Daniel," she said.

   "Sure," I said, smiling at her.

   Colleen smiled back, then shivered and quickly brushed by Hope and out
of my room.  We heard her bedroom door open and then close.  Hope turned
from the door to me.

   "Should I close this door?" she asked.

   "Yes," I replied, "We don't want the light waking up Mom and Dad."

   That was ludicrous, really.  Their room was on the opposite end of the
house, and they almost always had their bedroom door closed at night.  Even
if both doors were wide open, that dim light would not have reached them
around two corners.  Still, Hope nodded and closed the door.

   Just as Colleen had minutes earlier, Hope walked halfway toward my bed
looking like she didn't know what to say.  I was going to invite her to
join me under the covers, but something didn't feel right about that. 
Instead, I rested my head on my right hand and smiled at her, waiting for
her to speak.  She looked at me and fidgeted a bit.  Finally, she licked
her lips and spoke in a whisper.

   "Did I go too far, earlier?" she asked.

   I knew what she meant, but wondered if I should play dumb.  After all,
that is what I had been doing for most of the past month.  That was what I
was thinking about, but she probably thought I was contemplating whether
she had gone too far or not.  I had looked away from her for a moment, but
when I looked back at that haunted look on her face, I knew I had to tell
her the truth.

   "No," I sighed, "I was just afraid we would get caught."

   She looked tremendously relieved to hear me say that.

   "Oh, thank God," she blew out with a big breath, "I thought I might have
scared you off again, and that scared me."

   "Hope, you never scared me off," I reminded her with a soft, sad smile.

   She smiled at me warmly as she reminded herself of our earlier talk. 
She took two steps forward, stopping with her thighs pressed against the
side of my mattress.

   "May I join you?" she whispered.

   "That's probably a bad idea," I whispered back, "I'm naked under here."

   "Oh, that's okay," she said, lifting the hem of her shirt, "So am I."

   I'm sure my eyes bugged out as I looked at her lightly-furred pussy. 
She dropped her shirt after giving me a good eyeful, then lifted the edge
of my sheet and slid into my bed.

   "Do you want to turn off the light?" I asked her.

   "No," she replied, and then she was kissing me.

   It was as if Hope picked up right where Colleen had left off.  She
kissed me passionately and lifted her leg over my hip.  Only, there was no
thong in the way.  I felt my cock slide right in to her tight, hot pussy.

   I pulled my mouth from hers and gasped.

   "Hope!" I hissed.

   "You're not going to make me stop, are you?" she whispered.

   I couldn't suppress my groan as she forced more of my length into that
wet, velvety paradise between her legs.

   "I couldn't stop you even if I wanted to," I replied.

   "Good," she said, and then she was kissing me again as she took my dick
slowly up inside her.

   It was not the most comfortable position.  She pushed my shoulder, and
rolled with me as I lay on my back.  When she was seated on top of my lap,
she lifted her shirt above her head and tossed it aside.  I sat up and
finally got to suck on her mouth-watering nipples.  It was everything I had
fantasized about, only better.  Hearing her moan while I sucked her tits
made it more intense, and she was soon rising and falling in my lap,
driving my cock in and out of her.

   I released her nipple from my mouth and looked up at her face.  She
appeared to be glowing as she looked down at me.  I grabbed her hips and
held her firmly in place, with my dick buried to the hilt inside her.

   "Hope, if we keep doing this, I'm going to come inside you," I whispered
to her.

   "It's okay, I'm on the pill," she whispered back.

   "No, that's not my point," I said, "I'm your brother.  We shouldn't be
doing this."

   My cock throbbed when I said 'brother,' and I saw her shiver when she
felt it.

   "I don't care," she said, "I love you."

   "You don't understand," I said, lifting her up and impaling her for
emphasis, "Once I come inside you, I am going to want to do it again.  I am
going to want to fuck my sister every chance I get."

   She moaned at that.  She started pushing her hips forward and back in my
grasp.

   "Hope," I hissed again, "We can still stop this right now.  I love you
too, but this will change our relationship forever."

   "I don't care!" she moaned.

   She shook all over.  My sister looked just amazing and undeniably sexy
as her orgasm tore through her.  I felt her vaginal walls gripping me
tightly, and her juices flowed over my dick.  It was all I could do to hold
back my own climax.  I leaned forward and softly sucked on her right nipple
while she trembled through hers.  After she stopped shaking, I looked up at
her and kissed her nipple before I spoke.

   "It's still not too late," I whispered.

   She pushed me back onto the bed.

   "Oh, you liar," she whispered back, "It's way too late.  You are going
to fuck me, and you know it."

   She resumed riding me, and kept right on whispering.

   "You are going to come inside me, and we're both going to love it.  You
will come in my pussy, and in my mouth, and in my ass.  Maybe even all
three tonight.  Oh!  You see, you're already coming in my pussy." I bit
down hard on my lip.  It took all of my limited self-control for me not to
scream out loud at the intense sensation.  Hope's pussy was milking my
cock, pulling every drop of my sperm out of it.

   My sister was right.  I was a liar.  I did come in her mouth that night,
and another time in her amazing and insatiable pussy.  I played with her
tempting little asshole while filling her pussy that second time, but we
would wait a bit before she gave it to me.  She got up and cleaned out her
pussy in our bathroom, but came back into my room and locked my door.

   After I licked her through one last climax, she snuggled her bottom up
against me and pulled my arm around her.  I held her in my arms and idly
stroked her nipple, listening to her even breathing before I dozed off.

   My plan was working perfectly.
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