But there was something odd in the finality of her refutation. Like it was somehow less convincing than a half-confession.
We went quiet after that. Eventually I must have drifted off, though I don’t remember doing it. I can’t imagine how I fell asleep, being honest. But, at some point, consciousness must have slipped away because the next thing I remember is popping awake to a dark room.
The bed next to me was empty. The covers folded back.
I slipped out from under the sheets. The quiet of the house seemed to dampen every sound. I opened the bedroom door. Everything was dark. Had Becky gone to the bathroom?
Then I heard whispers coming from downstairs.
I slunk down the hallway. I could see, now, a small orange light was on in the kitchen, but nothing more. The hushed voices became clearer. Becky and Joey were both standing by the dining room table. Still in their underwear. I noticed my wife’s thin hand resting on her brother’s chest.
“I don’t think we should,” Becky said.
“So why are you out here?” Joey asked.
“I don’t know,” Becky said.
They were both so locked into each other, they didn’t hear me as I slipped down the stairs. I crouched on the carpet a little ways away and watched them. Even with the little bit of light, I could see well enough.
Joey’s dark hair and olive skin contrasted strangely with his sister’s pale, pink body and light blonde hair. Despite that one difference, though, they were quite similar. They were about the same height. Joey only an inch or two taller. Their bodies were both shaped the same. Faces alike, too. They even made similar expressions as they spoke. You didn’t need a family tree to know that Becky and Joey were sister and brother.
Yet the way they stood and spoke to each other, they were acting like anything but.
Becky’s arms were now wrapped around Joey’s neck. His hands were on her bare waist. They rocked back and forth slightly, though nothing inappropriate was touching. Yet.
“I lied before,” Joey said, “That’s you. It’s always been you.”
“That’s sweet,” Becky said, trying to look away. I could hear them both so clearly despite their quiet. Like I was tuned into their frequency.
“It’s how I see you,” Joey continued, “Angelic and perfect. Beautiful in every way. I love you, Becky.”
“You’re my brother,” Becky said.
“And more,” he replied.
“My husband is sleeping right down the hall,” Becky said, “Your girlfriend…”
“I want to be with you,” Joey said, “I don’t care about anyone else.”
He leaned down and kissed her. Their lips met loud and wet. Becky’s hands rested on her brother’s chest, but she didn’t push him away.
I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and nearly leapt right through the ceiling. Fortunately, the siblings were so enraptured in each other, they didn’t hear me gasp.
I turned back and saw Sierra standing next to me. She was wearing just her scarlet bra and panties.
“They get to the good part yet?” she asked, so quiet I could barely hear.
I wanted to pretend at obliviousness, but I couldn’t. I shook my head.
“Good,” Sierra said. She settled down next to me. Reached over and absently began rubbing my cock though my boxers. I reached for her, but she gently put my hands back in my lap.
Joey ran his fingers up his sister’s flank and closed them around her little tit. Their lips connected tight. He pulled the bra strap off Becky’s shoulder, baring one breast, then the other.
“Joey, I don’t know,” Becky said.
“Yes, you do,” he said, “You came out here. You want it. Want me. Say it.”
“Joey,” Becky whined. Like she was the younger sibling instead of ten years older. But she let her brother unsnap her bra and expose her chest. Joey wrapped his hands around my wife’s boobs like they were made of gold. He broke their kiss and began to suck on her pale, pink nipples. Becky let her head drop back.
I looked over at Sierra. The gorgeous girl was totally entranced by what was going on in front of her. Absently, she reached into the fly of my boxers and grabbed my bare cock. I gasped and she shushed me. “Almost there,” Sierra said.
I don’t know what I was rooting for at that point. What I was hoping. Maybe I was supposed to step in and stop them. Or shout and cheer them on? What Sierra was implying only twisted my instincts further.
I was overcome with it. The jealousy of watching my wife with another man. The disgust of seeing a brother and sister being intimate with each other. The desire of feeling an impossibly beautiful woman — probably the most incredible girl I’d ever seen — stroking my dick and suggesting so much more. There was no result that I wanted, yet none I could live with going without.
With his sister’s bra removed, Joey went for the next prize. He reached down to Becky’s cotton white panties and slowly pulled them down her thin thighs. I couldn’t see it in the darkness, but I knew that Becky had a small, blonde tuft of hair over her slot. Her labia trim and tight. Like they were keeping a secret.
My wife lightly kicked off her underwear when it reached her ankles. Still kissing her brother. Their tongues clearly twisting. Their bodies ever closer, the barer they became.
Joey pushed his own boxers off, kicking them away the same way his sister had. Despite his earlier orgasm, his dick stuck straight out. Pointing right where it wanted to go. Right in his sister’s most forbidden spot.
Sierra pulled at my underwear, tossing it nearby. She reached back and undid her red bra, again revealing her perfect, massive breasts. She pushed her panties over her ample ass. Watching the fabric stretch around her hips was maybe the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. After everything that already happened that evening, that’s saying a lot.
The beautiful brunette sidled closer to me. Her breasts pressed into my arm. Her long hair hung cool over my shoulder. She squeezed my dick, lovingly. Latched onto my earlobe with her lips, sending tingles down my arms.
“I’ll give you another blowjob,” I heard Becky whisper to her brother. Both of them now completely naked in front of each other in the family dining room.
“No,” Joey said.
“We can lick each other,” Becky said.
“Say it,” Joey said, “I know what you really want.”
There was a long, heavy pause.
“No Joey,” Becky said, “We can’t.”
Joey started to pull away. My wife grabbed his hips to stop him.
“You have to tell me,” Joey said.
“OK,” Becky said.
My heart managed to sink in despair and explode with joy at the same moment.
“Yesssss,” Sierra hissed in my ear.
“Say it,” Joey said.
“I want your cock inside me,” Becky said.
“Whose cock?”
“My brother’s,” Becky said, “I want my brother to fuck me. Come on Joey. Please. Put your dick in your sister. I promise it’ll be so good.”
Joey practically cackled. He kissed his sister, hard. Becky pulled back, teasing. She turned around and started to bend over the table. Her little tits pressing into the wood.
“No,” Joey said. He pulled her up and spun her around. He gripped her thighs and lifted her up, so she was sitting on the table. Her bare butt resting where we’d shared Thanksgiving dinner with her family only a few hours before.
“You have to see,” Joey said, “To know. You can’t pretend. You have to look into my eyes and know that it’s your brother who’s fucking you. Making you cum.”
“Oh God,” Becky said. Her words were laden with anticipation, desire, and just a hint of fear.