“I said it was hot.” she adjusted herself a little, getting comfortable. “So, earlier tonight, I gotta ask. Did YOU enjoy the show?” she threw my question back at me with a hint of amusement in her voice.
“I’d seen the movies already, but they were okay.” This was a complete 180 from our previous conversation and I wasn’t sure where she was going with it.
“That’s not the show I was talking about.” she laughed.
“What are you getting at?”
“You think you’re so slick, don’t you?” Jess teased. “I saw you looking down her shirt,” she said as she gyrated her hips against me.
I just shrugged, embarrassed that I was doubly caught and now feeling guilty as hell.
“I’m not mad, baby.” she leaned over me. “Hell, I looked too. I told you she’s got a great pair.”
“They’re okay,” I said underplaying it.
“‘Okay’.” she mimicked sarcastically. “She has damn near perfect tits! And she wanted you to look, by the way. No girl lets her shirt fall open like that without knowing. It may not have been as blatant as what she did with her shorts the other night, but I guess she was trying to be a little more stealthy since I was there.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“I said it’s okay. Plus, you didn’t seem to mind them pressing against you when she kissed you. I saw your hard-on.”
“If you’re trying to make me feel guiltier, the mission is already accomplished thank you.”
“Oh don’t be such a spoilsport,” she said, lifting her body up and pulling my shorts down. My cock sprang free and Jess leaned down and kissed the tip.
“Here.” she said hungrily, “Let me make you feel better big brother.”
She took me into her mouth, sliding her head up and down occasionally sliding her tongue around the tip. After a couple of minutes, she slid up and straddled me again, this time positioning me and sliding me into her wet pussy. I moaned as I entered her and couldn’t help but hear the wet squishing sounds that came from between us.
“Damn Jess,” I said softly. “You’re wet.”
“You made me this way.” She said with a sly grin. “Well, you and she did.”
“Kinky girl,” I said, thrusting up and making her body jiggle above me.
Reaching down, I started to massage her swollen clit with my thumb. Her body trembled as I pressed my thumb against her, rocking her with my hips. I reached up with my other hand, taking one of her breasts in my hand and squeezing it. Her hard nipples pressed into my palm and I gave it an occasional pull. Jess’ breathing was coming in halted gasps as she started grinding her pussy against me making it hard to keep my thumb where it needed to be. Suddenly her body suddenly went stiff as her orgasm overtook her. I wrapped my arms around her thrusting faster and faster into her.
She went limp in my arms and fell back with me. Slowly, she came down and leaned back over me supporting herself with her arms.
“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked
“Of course.”
“I spied on you a lot back then.”
“When?” I asked, surprised.
“Whenever you’d have a girl in here.”
“No way!” this was definitely a surprise. “How?”
“The bathroom. You’d close the doors, but you never really thought about that stupid old keyhole on it.”
The bathroom doors were fairly ornate. Dad had salvaged them from an old house that was slated for demolition. When he refurbished this house, he had put those doors throughout, and a couple of them wound up in here. The lock didn’t work, but the old skeleton key hole still there.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope,” she said as she started to rock her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her. “I couldn’t do it all the time. Some days I’d just sit outside and listen. You have no idea how many times I came listening or watching you and your girlfriend.”
“Oh fuck,” I said, feeling my own orgasm start knowing that my sister had been getting a free peep show all these years.
“I knew you’d like that,” she said going faster. “Watching you and Maggie kind of reminded me of those times when I’d spy on you. Made me kinda wet watching you two.”
I grabbed onto her hips, pushing one last time as I came inside her. Jess rocked against me a couple more times, trying to milk out every last drop of cum that I had. I fell back on the bed, pulling Jess with me.
We curled up together on top of the sheets, trying to cool off before we tried to go to sleep.
“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?”
“Mmhmm,” she said nodding. “I’m your naughty girl. Well, one of them anyway.”
“Huh?”
“Me and Maggie. I have a feeling that girl has a naughty side to her.”
*****
Jess woke up before me, so I quickly dressed and headed downstairs to say good morning to her and Maggie. I wasn’t sure how the mood would be, especially given Jess’ mischievous side. However, when I went into the kitchen Jess was the only one there.
“Good morning,” I said kissing the top of her head.
“Hey sleepy head,” she responded. “I think Maggie’s still asleep.”
I made myself some cereal and sat down at the table. Jess and I sat in comfortable silence as we ate and checked our phones for news and whatnot. Finishing up breakfast, we noticed Maggie still hadn’t arrived.
“Maybe you should go check on her,” I suggested.
“She might like it better if you knocked on her door.” she winked at me.
“So you can watch again?” I teased back.
“Ooh, you tease.” she grinned
In the end, we went together to her bedroom. The door was closed, and we knocked on it.
“Maggie? You okay?” we called out
“Fine,” she responded from behind the door.
“Ooookay,” I said slowly. “You sure?”
“Yeah, just not feeling good today.”
“Do you need anything?” Jess asked.
“No, I’m okay. Just going to rest today.”
Jess and I shrugged at each other.
“Well, okay,” I said. “If you need anything let us know.”
“Okay,” she called back.
We went back into the kitchen and popped a Keurig pod into the machine for Jess.
“That was odd,” Jess said when I handed her the mug.
“Yeah,” I said making my own. “Maybe she’s really embarrassed about last night.”
“Maybe.” Jess nodded. “You should talk to her.”
“I will when she comes out. Don’t want to make anything worse.”
We didn’t see Maggie at all Saturday. We thought she’d come out for lunch, but she stayed in her room through lunch and dinner. We were starting to get really worried, so I decided to go check on her.
“Maggie?” I said, knocking on her door.
“huh?” she said from the other side.
“It’s me, Jace.” Duh, I thought. Who else would it be?
“Yeah?”
“Can I come in?”
“If you want.”
Slowly, I opened the door. The lights were low and it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. I saw Maggie, sitting in bed with a few pillows behind her propping her up. She wore baggy pajamas, with one leg pulled up, exposing her monitor. A power cord ran from her monitor to the recharging unit on the floor. The room smelled of her, which I was grateful for.
“Hey,” I said concerned. “Are you okay? We were worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” she said, not looking at me. “I just don’t feel so good right now.”
I sat on the side of her bed, and she scooted away from me a little.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again, pushing the issue.
“Yeah.”
“Because if this about last night in the kitchen-”
“I shouldn’t have done that,” she said angrily.
“It’s okay, you don’t-”
“No.” she interrupted. “I let myself get carried away. I know now I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Maggie, please, I’m not ups-”
“Jason, I’m sorry, I just really want to get some rest right now. Okay?”
Jason, not Jace, I noticed. I pursed my lips and nodded. She was mad, but I couldn’t tell if she was mad at me or at herself.
“Okay,” I said as understandingly as I could and headed for the door.
“Maggie?” I asked before I stepped out. She looked up at me. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’d been crying.
“I really am glad you’re here,” I said. “Nothing has changed that.”
Maggie just nodded, and I closed the door behind me.
*****
After a few days, Maggie reemerged from her self-imposed exile. She was quieter and more subdued than normal, barely looking at me or Jess. When we had a movie night, she wouldn’t sit near either of us, instead opting for a chair across the room. Jess and I tried to draw her out of her shell, but she didn’t budge. Something was going on, but we couldn’t figure out what it was.
A few weeks later, the tension had grown pretty high in the house. We both felt like we were walking on eggshells with Maggie, and it was starting to get frustrating. Even Jess seemed to be in a constant bad and withdrawn mood.
One Saturday night, Jess and I were alone in our room. Maggie had gone to bed early, giving us extra time together.
Jess’ mouth was moving up and down my cock while her hand assisted. She was moving fast, and I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips.