Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 04

Author's Note: This is Part 4 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written.

This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative.

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Somehow we made it through another year's holidays. Having Erica over turned out to be a good thing, she and Sherry got along well, and despite this weird vibe that was going down in the atmosphere around us things were just hunky-dory as far as I was concerned. Sis went back home without things ever coming to a head, if you know what I mean.

Then a couple of weeks later I got a call from Erica. She wanted to pull up her roots and move back to our state. She said she missed the family, she liked the way we seemed to have everything going on in the old home town and everything. I was happy that Sherry was on with the idea; she and Sis seemed to get on like a house on fire, and naturally I was okay with the idea. We agreed to put her up for a while until she got her feet back on the ground.

Well things seemed to pick up real fast from where they'd left off during the holidays. The other afternoon Erica was in the bath, and I had to go real bad. Finally I couldn't hold it anymore, so I told her, "I'm coming in! Just keep the shower curtain closed." But the shower curtain was open just enough and I could see Sis in the mirror. I could practically see her entire naked body, but it didn't look like she was looking at me.

I finished pissing, then while I was shaking it I started getting hard so I started stroking myself to the sight of my sister's hot body. Just when I was about to cum my sister saw me! I got real embarrassed and quickly started trying to stuff my now-rigid cock back in my pants.

But instead of getting mad, Erica said, "No, no, it's okay, it's okay . . . continue . . . " She let me jack off to the sight of her lying there, totally naked in the bathtub. She was holding her breasts, cuddling her breasts in one arm; her other hand went under the suds, between her legs, while she watched me "finish up".

After this episode in the bathroom Erica said she didn't want to talk about it and that I should forget about it. Later, however, she began this habit rubbing up against me. She was playing it off like it was normal, but I know my wife considered what she was doing was totally inappropriate.

Then one afternoon I was able to get off work early. I expected Erica to be at home; her car was in the driveway, but the house seemed empty when I called out. Then I heard some noises coming from the other side of the house.

I wandered down the hall to investigate. Erica's door was open slightly. It was perfect; from where I stood in the darkened hallway I had a perfect view of my sister lying on her bed with her legs apart, naked but for a tiny pair of white silk panties. Her hand was between her legs; she was masturbating through her panties.

I became instantly hard in my trousers as I watched Erica's fingers lightly brush across her nipples, already stiff and poking straight up. She played with her panties, pulling them tautly against the outside of her pussy, then slipped a hand inside them to stroke her lips.

There was no way I could tear my eyes away from the spectacle playing out before me. I was peeping on my sister, but there was no shame involved; I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. I was transfixed into an almost trance-like state. It was like my feet were cemented to the ground.

As I continued to watch, Erica removed her panties. Her fingers dallied over her clit as her other hand continued playing with her nipples. By now I had my hand deep in my pocket. I was fondling myself through my trousers as my sister played with her naked pussy, stroking her wet opening. Her body began moving as she rubbed her clit in small, fast circles.

As Erica's excitement built up she grasped at the bedsheets beside her. Her fingers groped frantically amongst the sheets until she retrieved a vibrator; a slim, cream-colored plastic number. She used her sextoy to continue stimulating her pussy. Diddling her clitoris with one hand, she rubbed the buzzing dildo all over her wet pussylips and even probed her tight little puckered asshole, bringing herself to a wild climax.

By now I was nearly cumming in my shorts. I guess it was the sound of the cloth moving as I stroked my pole through my trousers, or maybe it was the way I drew in my breath at the sight of my sister having an orgasm; suddenly Erica's eyes opened wide open and she looked me right in the eye! I was busted, standing there in the hallway playing pocket pool with myself. I abruptly stopped jacking off, naturally, but it was too late; my cock was spurting gooey stuff all over the inside of my pants.

I sure as hell wasn't going to turn around and bolt out of there; that would be too obvious. But it was also obvious what had just happened; I had my hand in my pocket, holding my hard cock, looking right at her as she played with herself. Sissy just put her knees together and rolled her hips to one side. She didn't have a shocked or embarrassed look on her face or anything; she just smiled at me. She might as well have blown me a kiss, or given me a wink and a little wave goodbye.