Who would have considered – 2

I had expected it to be of course, but that told me upon hearing it, that perhaps she was half hoping I would come to her room. I turned the knob, opened the door and stepped inside. She was naked, laying on top of her bed, legs spread, glaring at me.

“You wanna talk? Then you’ll have to do it, looking at me like this. Looking at your sick, twisted perverted little sister who’s got a thing for her own brother!”

I knew then I was going to hell. I stepped into her room and closed the door behind me.

**

“You’re not sick…or twisted, or perverted Stella,” I told her. “Trust me.”

“Yeah? And why should I?”

I was digging a hole here, and I knew it. And I couldn’t very well tell her the real reason behind that either, so I stretched the truth just a little, hoping that when I did, I would at least defuse the situation here somewhat. Prepared to make reasonable concessions if I had to, though I was still hoping to walk away from this without doing anything stupid.

“Because I’ve had the same thoughts myself, that’s why. I just never acted on them.”

“About me?”

“Yeah Stella…about you.”

At least she had stopped crying, wiping her face, a small smile actually creeping into it instead. “So I’m not…horrible? Evil? Wicked?”

“No more than I am,” I responded back. “There’s nothing wrong with having the thoughts Stella, obviously we both have, did…it’s just that, well…you know, it would make things really complicated, for…for everyone.”

“Not if we don’t let it.”

“My point exactly.” But I knew even as I said that, that’s not what she had meant by it. She spread her legs even further, her hand slipping down between them, spreading herself, already beginning to finger-play with her obviously wet juicy split.

“Then please Thomas, please. Let me watch you…see you, prove to me, you’re just as sick and perverted as I am.”

Against my better judgment, and all reasoning, I slid my underwear back down my legs. “Just this Stella! I mean it, nothing else.”

She was grinning from ear to ear. “Ok,” she said simply, and then really began working on herself. Admittedly it was fucking hot, standing there watching my sister pleasuring herself. My cock thinking for me now, hard…stiff, throbbing as I begin fisting it. “Not there…here,” she said, scooting over on the bed. “Lay on your side next to me so we can truly watch one another.”

Once again I felt I was tempting fate here, but I was committed now, too late to turn back, avoid this. All I could do was hope that once we’d done it…watched each other, that reasoning would return, and that perhaps later, while sharing a pizza perhaps, better minds would prevail and we could then sit down, discuss it rationally, and somehow avoid letting anything escalate. Or so I hoped anyway.

I walked over and crawled into bed next to my sister. I could hear her. Hear the sounds she was making, so wet…so slick, so wonderfully juicy as I now in kind once again began stroking my dick for her while she watched. I felt the bubble of lubrication emerge from the tip of my cock, using it to further slick the head of my very aroused dick with. I smeared it, teasing myself, eyes glued on Stella as she did the same.

I watched her retrieve some of her own feminine cream, watched as she applied that to each one of her hard extended nipples, teasing them both into an even greater firmness, hearing her moan, sigh upon doing that.

“You’re so fucking hard!” She exclaimed looking at me, and then slid two fingers inside herself, purposely working her cunt, yes…enticing me as she did, causing herself to make even more lewd, erotic sounds as she finger-fucked her pussy.

“And you’re fucking juicy!” I responded in kind, my mind a blur now, all thoughts of reasoning and sanity having flown right out the window. Only once before, not counting her drunken stupor the night of her birthday party, had I seen…caught her masturbating. Something she reminded me of when she spoke.

“I watched you once, sort of…” she began, when you didn’t know that I was. But not like this,” she added. “Not where I could really see you, really enjoy you while you did.” I actually laughed at that, that was twice now. I wondered how many other times I’d actually been found out, apparently I hadn’t been as cautious or as careful as I thought I’d been. But I answered hers with one of my own.

“I caught you once doing it too, but yeah…not exactly like this either, but I did watch you once, for a while…saw you when you came.”

“No shit? Really? Where? When?” She actually said excitedly rather than being embarrassed, now clearly anxious for me to tell her, which obviously was now heightening her arousal.

But I had a double whammy for her, and at first, wondered if it was a very smart thing to do, to bring up…to once and for all confess to her I had seen her doing something which at the time, had indeed shocked and surprised me. And yet…later, afterwards, also became a periodic masturbation fantasy for me. I hesitated actually telling her, wondering if I could, or should make something else up instead, but then I figured…she’d probably know I was lying.

“Come on, tell me Thomas…when did you catch me doing it?”

God I was bad…digging an even deeper hole for myself perhaps, but I told her. “Wasn’t just you Stella…I caught you and our cousin, Rose.” Her eyes opened wide. She knew, and she now knew what I knew. Shortly after she had turned eighteen, when our cousin of the same age, a few months older is all, had come for a visit as had mom’s sister, my Aunt Beth. They’d come out for Stella’s eighteenth birthday and spent the week with us at our place. Rose and Stella of course had doubled up in her room. Aunt Beth took my room,

leaving me out on the couch, though I didn’t mind doing that. But it was the first night they were here when I accidentally overheard a conversation between the two of them. I had gone upstairs in the middle of the night to take a pee. I noticed that a subdued light was still coming from beneath the door leading into their room as I began passing by, and then heard the two of them clearly whispering.

They were far from ready to fall asleep. And the natural nature of me being me at the time, I was curious as to what it was they might be discussing. I actually got down on the floor with my ear now facing towards the one or two inch opening. Having done that, it was very easy to hear the two of them far more clearly now.

“So…so how long have you known this?” Stella was asking.

“I don’t know…forever maybe,” Rose responded back. “I’ve never really been attracted to boys, especially when I hit puberty. I’d always, always found myself a lot more interested in girls, and not the silly stuff either. I hung with guys…but I looked at girls the same way they did. After a while, I just accepted it, and knew what I was.”

“Wow…does Aunt Beth know?”

“Yeah, we talked about it, she’s ok with it…as long as I am.”

“So…so you’ve ah…done stuff? With other girls?”

“Oh hell yes! And I love it!” Rose said a bit too loudly as Stella cautioned her to tone it down, though they both began giggling.

“What’s it…what’s it like?” She asked.

“It’s wonderful…if you weren’t my cousin, I’d be tempted to show you.” Once again they laughed, nervously, though I now found myself digging a hole in the floor as I lay there listening to them. “All this sex talk IS making me horny though…I am tempted to take out my toy and get myself off with it.”

“What toy?” Stella now asked. “You actually use a toy?”

“Yeah! Don’t you?”

“I don’t…I don’t have one, never used one before,” Stella admitted.

“No shit! Really? Not ever?”

She must have been shaking her head no, as I heard no reply.

“Want to try mine?”

More laughter, though I was hoping like all get out that she would, even if I didn’t get to see it, at least I hoped I’d be able to hear it. But then things got a whole lot better. I heard what had to be Rose briefly slip out of bed, padding over on bare feet to the dresser she was using, rummaging around in it for a moment, and then padding back to the bed again.

“Oh my god! Is this it?”

“Yeah, here…feel this,” Rose turned it on. I could easily hear the fairly loud buzzing that came from it as Stella squealed, almost yelling, telling her to turn it off again.

“It’s too loud! Turn it off! Turn it off before someone hears it!” She said, toning her own voice down. Admittedly, having heard it worried me a little too. Mom’s room, and mine…were just down the hall.

“Ok fine…but I really do need to get off. Where can we go so no one can hear it when we use this?”

More silence, but then Stella said, “I know…come with me. We’ll go outside!”

As quick as a bunny, and as quiet as I could, I scampered back down the stairs just making it to the couch when I heard the soft gentle creak of footsteps on the stairs above me. They were being as quiet as they could be, overly cautious, but then again, I was supposedly sleeping down on the couch in the living room. They wouldn’t have to go past me either, slipping by in the hallway, and then out the back door. I knew where they were headed.

I waited until I heard the screen door quietly closing before getting up. Having a pretty good idea of where they were going, I went out the front door, and then around the side of the house, coming up alongside the garage, and then out onto the patio. We had a tall hedge running along the side of the property, but that afforded me the concealment of creeping up on them as sure enough,

I saw both Rose and my sister sitting down in the porch swing we had out back. Well concealed where it was against normally prying eyes, not to mention the fact they were well now away from the other side of the house where all the bedrooms were. It was a relatively safe place for the two of them to be. Even when Rose turned on the vibrator again, it didn’t sound nearly as loud as it had in a still quiet house.

I crept closer, now less than ten or fifteen feet away. A full moon provides me with more than enough light to see them by.

“Ok, show me…show me how you use it,” Stella asked excitedly. And then I knelt there, watching her do that, watching my lesbian cousin as I’d come to find out, as she began showing her cousin, my sister, how it felt to fuck yourself using a vibrator. Obviously it was the first, and certainly not the last time Stella ever had. Though she didn’t insert it however, which I didn’t know or really understand at the time. After all, she was still a virgin at the time.

“You don’t have to put it in either,” Rose informed her. “Most of the time, I don’t. I just like the way it tickles my clit…like this, see?”

“Oh…good. Because I wouldn’t do that, I couldn’t,” she confessed, telling her cousin in an instant that she still was a virgin, though most of that had all escaped me at the time.

“OK, now you try it,” Rose offered, passing off the toy to my sister, as I continued to kneel there in the grass behind the hedge watching the two of them. Watching until I had seen them both climax, quietly as much as they could, but seeing and hearing them all the same. I had joined them as well, though they never knew that of course, shooting off into the grass, squirting a gallon of semen, just as I saw, and then heard my own sister come.

**

“I wish I’d known that,” Stella now told me. “That would have been hot, hot as hell, knowing you were there, watching me…watching us.”

“Probably not at the time,” I told her. “Though yeah, it really was pretty fucking hot back then, and admittedly sis, I did jerk off several times afterwards while thinking about that.”

“No shit? Really? You did?”

“Many times!” Though I couldn’t help wondering as I said that, if I’d actually done myself more harm than good here. I decided to try changing the subject a little before we went off in a more dangerous direction. “I wonder if Rose is still living with that girlfriend of hers?”

“Last I heard when speaking to mom, after she’d talked with her sister…she still was yes. Guess