David?" she called out speculatively.

“In here, sweetie..." Cherys called from our bedroom.

“David went over to Kevin and Jen's place. It's just you and me tonight..." Her voice was mellifluous and oozing sexuality.

“Well... and I think we can get

Fred involved as well..."

I watched through the crack as Danielle smiled and headed for our bedroom. She stood in the doorway and I could visualize what she was seeing: Cherys, dressed in some of her skimpiest lingerie, the very slight swell of her belly pushing out the top of her G-string and her bosom overflowing the woefully small bustier.

It was all I could do to just stay in my hiding spot and not go out to join them. I'd seen enough of the two girls in action to imagine what was going on in vivid detail, and hearing their little noises had my head spinning.

But I waited. Even when Cherys moaned a pleading “Come fuck me!" I waited, despite the urge to go and do just that. And through all the wet slurps and soft, feminine moans, I waited.

Once, I thought my time was at hand. Danielle was whimpering softly, moving closer towards orgasm and to the edge of reason. The idea was to catch my sister in a moment where her Lust and desire overwhelmed her mental hang-ups about sex with me. But rather than bring Danielle to the edge and keep her there until I joined, Cherys brought her crashing over and my sister was howling “I'm cumming!"

In retrospect, it was a good thing Cherys didn't bring me in just yet.

That was the moment when I realized I had a mental hang-up of my own.

We're raised to know that incest is wrong. I was never explained WHY it was wrong, but I KNEW it to be so. There were medical reasons not to procreate, birth defects and proper DNA and all. And purely from a social standpoint, once you've crossed the sexual barrier with someone, family or not, your relationship is irrevocably changed.

But Danielle and I had already crossed that barrier. Our relationship had changed in a very dramatic way. I don't imagine that most brother/ sister pairs would be entirely comfortable seeing each other naked, much less making Love to the same woman at the same time. But we were.

I mean, it's not like we hadn't seen each other naked before. It's not like we hadn't seen each other having sex with a woman before.

It's not Like we hadn't had sex with each other before...

I was naked, and I was hard. I took a deep breath. I was hard for my sister. She was a beautiful young woman, with shapely curves and a lithe, athletic body that would be the envy of any Lingerie model. And

I loved her. I loved her like my sister. I would never want to hurt her and would always be there to protect her, especially after my one great failure to do so before. And I wanted to make her happy.

I wanted to do this. I wanted to share my love for her physically. And if Cherys was right, Danielle wanted to as well.

I snapped out of my ruminations when I heard the trigger phrase. "Time for you to get fucked, Danielle.”

"Yesss..." my sister hissed in anticipation. As I quietly slipped away from my hiding spot, my cock leading the way, I Listened to the further moans as Cherys drove Danielle closer and closer to climax. When I entered the room, everything was laid out like Cherys had planned.

Danielle was flat on her back, her arms flung behind her in surrender to whatever her Lover wanted to do to her. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth blindfold, and her face pointed straight up as she gasped and moaned with pleasure. Her legs were split to the sides and half-falling off the bed, her crotch right at the edge of the mattress so Cherys could have easy access.

Cherys was kneeling between Danielle's legs, lapping slowly with her tongue running up and down the Line from sopping wet pussy to clenched anus. Fred the dildo was in her hand, and Cherys was dragging his lubricated head along Danielle's thighs and occasionally across

Danielle's swollen clit.

“Put him in me," Danielle pleaded.

“What, this?" Cherys waggled Fred against the soft folds of Danielle's pussy.