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   WARNING: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
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   Wow Thanks (MFf, exhib, voy, inc, cons) by autoeroticrobot

   Chapter 5.  More Togetherness.

   So later, in the evening, I logged on to check my email and saw nothing,
but seeing Denise's yahoo screen name was online, I logged on myself. 
Before I could even send an IM, I got a message, "Hey Finn, this is Lissa."
She explained that her mom was doing some chores, that they had just gotten
back and Lissa had sat down to write up their experiences.  "But now I can
just tell you direct," she typed out, excitedly.

   After their morning of preparation, they had gone to a movie.  "Mom's
idea - it was perfect," she continued.  This was where Lissa was to do her
task - Denise would do hers later.  The didn't sit together, but "a few
seats apart".  Two teenage guys positioned themselves only one seat removed
on Lissa's other side.  They looked like "total dorks" as Lissa put it, but
she was committed.

   So once the movie started, she slipped her hand into her loose fitting
waistband and began to "do it." It was only a matter of minutes before she
felt the build up, she said, and explained it was because of the long
preparation, probably.  They'd agreed on a "signal" that Lissa could give
when she started cumming, so her mom would know it was happening and could
look over ...  Lissa was to make a slurping noise with her soda, as if by
accident.

   "The problem," she added, however, "was that with those two guys like
right beside me they might look over at the noise too." But she explained
she found herself more turned on than she expected by the idea the boys
would realize what was going on, so she did it anyway.  She held her soda
straw to her lips as her hand worked below, and as the moment arrived she
slurped, louder than intended, shut her eyes and kind of leaned over.

   "I'm normally pretty quiet anyway, so I didn't like moan or grunt or
anything, but I totally saw stars and lost track of where I was." Denise
told her after that when she had looked over at the sound of the slurp, her
eyes actually met those of the boy on Lissa's other side and saw him
looking quite intently at Lissa.  She told her daughter that she doubted he
knew she was cumming, as it wasn't too obvious or anything, but he probably
concluded she was acting kind of strange.  "The worst part," Lissa
concluded, "was that I think I made like a big wet spot on the butt of my
sweatpants, but fortunately I had a pretty long coat I could wear over it
on my way out of the theater."

   She went on to describe her mom's public orgasm.  Denise had wanted to
be a little more daring.  So, after the movie, the two of them went out for
an early dinner at a nearby pizza joint that they both liked.  They sat in
a booth, and there were people on both sides of them and also at a booth
facing them.  Once they'd gotten their food and were eating, Denise began
to do herself while Lissa watched.

   "I was totally fascinated," she said.  "I knew my mom was bringing
herself off right across from me, while all these people were around,
couples, families with kids, tons of people." Right as her mom was cumming,
Lissa told how she heard her make a few "grunting noises, very sexy." Lissa
said she decided at that moment to be "a little bit mean," and she flagged
the passing bus-boy, making him stop at their table.  Her mom's face was
scrunched up in ecstasy, and Lissa said, "can you get us some more water
please?" The bus-boy looked a little oddly at Denise and ran off to get a
pitcher.  By the time he got back, Denise was mostly recovered, and glaring
at her daughter, but good naturedly.

   "That's pretty incredible," I sent back as Lissa finished her story.

   "Mom just got here, you want to chat to her for a sec?"

   "Sure," I said.  I said hi to Denise and said her daughter had given a
very good account of their day's activities.

   "She certainly is enjoying herself," Denise wrote back.  "And so am I."
She also said she and Lissa had agreed that from now on they would both do
new tasks each day, so did I have something for them for tomorrow?

   I hadn't developed a really good idea for the next several days - I'd
been putting too much thought into what I would have them doing over
Thanksgiving, instead.  But I knew I wanted them "charged up," so I already
knew wasn't going to let them cum again until at some point when I was
actually there.  Finally, I said their task for tomorrow was to "masturbate
as much as possible," and explained that they each had to touch themselves
for at least 5 minutes "for every waking hour of the day."

   They didn't have to be obvious about it - they could use the restroom,
cover themselves with a coat, whatever worked, and I told them they could
dress comfortably.  "The point is to try to keep yourselves on the edge," I
urged, and added that there was no cumming allowed, of course.

   "We've both gotten pretty good at holding off," Denise sent back, and,
with a smiley, added, "Lissa says it's lots of fun and says thank you."

   "Something to be thankful for, for thanksgiving," I joked, and got
another smiley.  "But I really should be thanking you two, for being so
much fun," I concluded.

   We signed off with me feeling a growing emotional attachment to these
two horny internet beings, who just happened to be my sister and niece in
real life - or, at the minimum, my sister living out a very elaborate
fantasy.

   That night I got home from work late, being busy with wrapping things up
so I could take Wednesday and Monday off for the holiday and the trip out
to my sister's.  There was an email waiting for me and I read it eagerly.
"What a roller-coaster day," Denise described.  They both had done as I
requested.  Lissa had had a little incident, where she had daringly decided
during "boring 4th period math" to do little stimulation under the cover of
her coat, and she thinks someone figured out what she was doing - "an
obnoxious cheerleader bitch that sits behind me said 'is it good for you?'
and I swear she knew what I was doing and that kind of scared me," Lissa
wrote, as part of a little description following her mom's note.  But they
both stuck to it, and were waiting excitedly to know what they would be
doing tomorrow and "both of us are horny as hell."

   I had been planning the following one for a while, and decided this was
a good time for it - it was a little different.  I said that except for
their optional 10-minute "morning visit" they would be "cold turkey" today
("In anticipation of the thanksgiving leftovers," I joked).  But that in
the evening they each had a special task.  They were to spend some time
online at alt.sex.stories and they each had to find a story that they
really liked.

   "The story should have at least one 'shocking' element to it - something
you would be embarrassed to admit turns you on," I explained.  I asked each
of them to cut and paste the story into an email and send it to me, and
provide a "short commentary" about what part she found most exciting, etc.
I also added as an extra note that tomorrow evening, because of my own
travel plans, I'd be giving them their "holiday tasks" ahead of time and to
let me know how many they wanted for the 5 day period.

   There were two emails for me when I got home Tuesday night, in usual
patter, both from Denise's email address, but with one from her and one
from Lissa.  Each contained a delightful story pasted from the
alt.sex.stories archive.  Lissa complained in her commentary, "what is
this, freaking English class?" but she gamely complied with the task and
confessed that it was "really fun surfing all those nasty stories although
a lot of them were really gross and scary."

   The story Lissa had selected was a story about a "horny boy about my
age," on Halloween night, going around to do "tricks" on houses that didn't
give candy.  He ended up witnessing at woman masturbating herself through a
window.  The story suggests she knows she's being watched, as she strips
and makes herself cum while the guy outside her window ends up shooting
onto the glass.  Lissa's comment was that what she found most exciting was
the idea that she was doing it on purpose, teasing the guy and making him
jerk off outside her window.  "I kept imagining I was the girl doing it,"
she wrote.  "I guess that's an embarrassing fantasy - to want to be watched
doing that, by a stranger."

   Denise played a bit of a trick on me.  She chose the story that I'd
written - the one about the two sets of siblings playing truth or dare.  I
actually had wondered if she or Lissa might try that.  She wrote at the
bottom a stunning confession.  She said that she read the story imagining
her own brother and herself as one of the sets of siblings!  Of course,
this was her embarrassing fantasy, she explained.  She particularly liked
the ending: the girl, on a dare, is kneeling in front of her brother as he
masturbates himself - they're both naked.  He becomes too excited to
resist, and even though it wasn't supposed to be part of the dare, he
ejaculates and covers her face and upper body with spurts of cum, much to
her stunned surprise - since up until this event she'd never even seen a
naked dick before much less seen one cum like that.  Denise adds, "Lissa is
particularly fascinated with this scene, too."

   Her other confession is more subdued, but I find it deeply gratifying.
She admits that she developed some sexual fantasies about her brother when
they were both teenagers.  "I was extremely conscious of how often he would
be in a state of sexual excitement, around the house."

   She'd noticed!  I exulted to myself.

   "I would sometimes stare at the erection in his shorts for long moments
when I knew he wasn't looking." Obviously, she'd done well at concealing
her interest - since although I recalled many times being around her with
an erection, I could recall not a single moment when she had seemed to
notice this.

   So.  And tomorrow, I'd be seeing them both.

   Finally, Denise concluded with the observation that her brother would be
visiting for 5 days - Wednesday night through Monday morning, basically. 
That I should "give us whatever tasks you think best - we trust you." She
didn't explicitly say how many tasks they expected, so I decided to stick
with the pattern of one per day for each of them.

   I wrote back a fairly detailed letter, with the tasks.  For Wednesday,
they were to do a repeat of what they'd done Monday - try to maximize their
horniness and masturbate at lease 5 minutes of each hour for the whole day.
But no cumming.

   Then I outlined some "general rules" for the four-day weekend.  1) no
panties or bra at any point, unless a particular task gives permission to
wear them.  2) As usual, no masturbation unless "authorized" by a task,
including, now, no "morning visits." 3) bonus activity: if you're
"desperate and daring," there is one way you may masturbate at any time: if
"someone else" is in the room and within 10 feet of you (the "someone else"
not being the other of you, obviously) - it's up to you to work out how to
do this.  But even in this context, no cumming.

   Then I provided a daily task for each of the four days.  Throughout, I
avoided mentioning Denise's "brother" specifically as a "target" for these
tasks...  let them reach their own decisions there - but they were clearly
intended to be done in company and for the most part could be done at home.

   For Thursday, I wrote, "since there will be a lot of focus on food, here
is your task.  Each of you must contrive by some means to get someone
(other than each other) to eat or drink something that has been in direct
contact with your pussies." As an example, I suggested they could sneak a
slice of turkey off the platter, run along their slits, and replace it. 
Once they see that person eating or drinking the item, they must make some
inquiry as to how the person likes what they're eating.  "Make sure some of
your personal fluid is on the item," I concluded.  I imagined Lissa
reacting with an "ew gross" to this one, but I really couldn't resist.

   For Friday, acquiescing to the inevitability of shopping, I gave the
following: at some point, while out in public, one of you must contrive to
fondle the groin area of "someone you know - not a stranger." I suggested
they make it seem like an accident - a trip and fall, or an inattentive
grab...  something like that.  Then the other of you (you can work out
between you who wants to do which task) must contrive to get this same
person to touch your breast or pussy, with a maximum of ONE layer of cloth
between hand and target.  Likewise, obviously she would want to make this
seem accidental.
For Friday, as a bonus, I told them that they could masturbate as much
as they wanted during the shopping trip (no cumming, of course) in

restrooms or dressing rooms.

   For Saturday, I again presented them with two different tasks, and
allowed them to choose who would do which one.  For the one task, I wrote,
"Since there will be guests at home, contrive to be caught naked somehow."
I suggested: getting into or coming out of the shower; changing in the
bedroom with door "accidentally" left open; etc.  For the other task, I
said that the other of them had to print out a description of herself
masturbating in detail ("I know you've written plenty, as I've read
several," I commented) from the computer, and leave it somewhere where
"someone" might find it and read it.  "Let that person be mystified as to
why such a text exists," I concluded, vaguely.

   For Sunday, I gave them the following: you are allowed to cum today -
but only with someone else in the room (and within 10 feet).  You may cum
as often as you want.  The main restriction - the both of you must try as
closely as possible to be simultaneous.

   I then also suggested a "bonus" option I described as "only if you're
feeling really daring." They were to try to get "someone" (we all know who)
involved in a game of truth or dare "for real." They were allowed to be
wearing underwear at the beginning of the game (to ensure no one gets
"suspicious," I suggested).  During the game, restrictions on behavior
(including masturbation, cumming, etc.) were eliminated.  "Don't let the
person figure out that you planned it in advance," I cautioned, but added,
"have lots of fun with it."

   Finally, for Monday their only task was to make sure they had a good
"write up" of the weekend's experiences and sent them to me.  I said I'd
try to be online at some point over the weekend (maybe on Saturday, I
suggested - I imagined myself getting out of the house on my own, sometime
during the day, to "run errands or do Christmas shopping or something," and
going online at a wifi hotspot somewhere).

   Lastly, to salve my guilty conscience, I said, "Whatever happens, don't
feel obligated to do anything you're not comfortable with.  I won't be
bothered if you write back on Monday and say 'we chickened out' or
whatever. Just please have fun."

   With that, I sent the email and went to bed.  When I signed on in the
morning before leaving for work, I found a short response.  Denise wrote
simply, "Have a great thanksgiving - I know I will!" and Lissa added a note
saying, "Finn, your [sic] so cool THANKS."

   I left from work a little early and went directly for the airport.  The
flight was 5 hours (including the built in minimum 1 hour delay airlines
seem to shoot for during peak holiday travel times), and I got in around 9
pm.  I picked up my rental car (I always rented a car when visiting my
sister, both to retain my own mobility and so as not to inconvenience her
with fetching me at the airport, as she lived over an hour away from it),
and got to their house at about 11.  It had been about 14 months since I'd
seen her and Lissa, when I'd flown out for David's funeral.  

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