The Outsider

The bushes were just three feet from the side of the house. They left enough space that we could get back there to edge the grass or retrieve a lost ball. Now the bushes provided me with cover from any passersby as I squatted to peer in through the blinds.

The scene I watched unfold left me weak at the knees, and if I hadn't been kneeling I probably would've fallen into the hedge. As I watched that first family orgy unfold, I found that I was panting and rubbing my dick through my shorts.

Everything about that experience shocked me, but a few things really stood out. I knew that my mom and sister had really big breasts, but seeing them naked for the first time I realized I had drastically underestimated the size of those enormous melons. Without the constraint of a bra, their breasts wobbled and shook enticingly every time they moved. My sister looked spectacular as she shook through an impressive-looking orgasm on our uncle's lap.

My eyes practically bugged out of my head when Tommy pulled his dick out of his mom. He'd always talked up his size, but damn he was hung. I was just as impressed when I watched my mother swallow Tommy's prodigious dick moments later. They were just on the other side of the window, barely two feet away, so I had a fabulous view. I bit my lip so I wouldn't moan out loud as I pulled my own throbbing cock out of my shorts and started stroking it.

My dad pulled his dick out of my mother and moved over to the bed. I could see Uncle Chuck working lubricant over his hard cock before he slid up behind my mom and eased it into her. From the looks of it Tommy wasn't the only one with inches to spare. I couldn't see the actual penetration from my angle, but Mom groaned and pulled her mouth up off of Tommy's throbbing boner. I clearly heard her voice and could see her face right in front of me through the slits in the blinds.

"Oh, yes! Put it in my ass!" she groaned.

Then she noisily slurped on Tommy's dick again. Her incredible tits shook every time her brother drove his dick into her from behind. Mom looked impossibly sexy when her eyes rolled up and she shook through her orgasm. It pushed me over the edge and my dick erupted, spraying cum all over the side of the house.

I didn't get the chance to go soft. Mom gasped again as Uncle Chuck lifted her up into the air. He backed up a step, and Tommy stepped toward them and slid his dick into my mother. I presume he was in her pussy, but his back was to me and I couldn't really tell. With those three now off to my right, though, I had an amazing view of my dad getting tag-teamed by Aunt Danni and my sister in the middle of the bed.

Aunt Danni was petite, easily the shortest one in our family now. She kept her black hair cut short in the back, but it was longer on top. Her bangs hung down over her face as she urgently rode my dad's dick. Her tight little bottom made his cock look even thicker as it plunged in and out of her drenched pussy. I gasped out loud and then covered my mouth when I realized I had done it.

Aunt Danni's head hung forward, and her back arched as she planted herself on Dad's shaft. She ground herself against his hips as she began to quiver and shake. Aunt Danni fell against my father's glistening chest and pressed her head into his shoulder. Her back kept arching as the gyrations of her hips grew slower and slower. My sister came up behind her, and without a word spread her cheeks and planted a big kiss on her asshole. With a start she shakily looked over her shoulder at his niece, then lay back against my father's chest to enjoy Giselle's enthusiasm.

After a couple of minutes, Danni leaned up and my sister swooped in to suck our dad's sloppy cock into her mouth. I was once again stroking my cock feverishly as I watched. Giselle's eyes shot open, and I realized Dad was coming in her mouth. I watched my sister drink down every drop from our father's erupting dick, and then I was coming.

* * *

I shook my head to clear that vision from my mind, looking at my mother sitting across the living room from me. She had stopped talking and I knew I had once again missed something important. As frustrated as I was with her—with my whole family—I was fucking tired of this sinking feeling in my gut. I wanted to wreck the house, but I knew that wouldn't help anything. Instead I closed my eyes and took a handful of deep breaths, trying hard to calm down.

That helped a little bit. The problem was that each time I sucked air through my nose I couldn't help but smell my mother's moist pussy. Everyone in my family had gotten to taste that beautifully waxed little snatch except me. I couldn't help it; my dick stiffened as I recalled all those times watching my mother being licked to orgasm. When I opened my eyes, I caught her licking her lips and looking at my crotch before her eyes quickly shot up to meet my gaze. I blew out that frustration in a big breath.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said. I was surprised at how calm my voice sounded. "You lost me when you said Uncle Chuck had to talk you into going to college. What did you say after that?"

The smile my mother gave me was heartrending. It was full of love and sadness, reminding me how much I had loved this woman my entire life. I knew she had never intended to hurt me. She swallowed visibly before she spoke.

"I think I need a drink," she said. "Is there anything...?"

I nodded and stood up. She stood just after I did.

"I haven't eaten any of their food," I said, "but there is a full bar, if that's what you meant."

I had been staying at my friend Chris's house after I had run away. His family had gone on vacation to Hawaii. It was one last big family fling before he went off to college. I had called Chris to let him know I was staying at their house, but his parents didn't know. I had bought my own food and had spent hours of my copious free time cleaning up the place. I didn't want to get Chris in trouble, obviously. The plan was that eventually he would tell his parents that I had volunteered to come over and check on their house while they were gone.

As Mom and I walked into their kitchen I finally asked, "So, how did you find out I was staying here?"

She nodded her head to the left, in the direction of the nosy neighbor's house. "I ran into Mrs. Peterson this afternoon when I was shopping for groceries. She mentioned that you were house-sitting here."

"Oh," I replied, nodding. I clearly wasn't as covert as I thought I'd been. Mrs. Peterson had seen me the day after I had arrived at the house. I had smiled and waved, walking over to let her know I was house-sitting. I should have known she wouldn't keep it to herself.

Mom's hands shook noticeably when she got a bottle of rum and another of vodka out of the liquor cabinet. That worried me until I watched her pour a shot of each into her glass. Then I understood that she was just making it less obvious by taking smaller amounts of two different liquors. She added some fruit punch, orange juice and Sprite to her glass and stirred it while looking at me. I filled a glass with orange juice.

"I bought this orange juice," I commented. "I spent my own money to buy food so I wouldn't eat all of theirs."

She gave me that wistful smile again as she nodded in acknowledgement. Then she drained half of her mixed drink in one long swig. Her shoulders relaxed visibly, and she sighed. She continued her story as we stood in the kitchen and sipped our drinks.

"Let's see...I said I had gone to college. I met your dad that first semester and really liked him, but I was in love with my brother. Chuck and I talked on the phone every day. He encouraged me to date your father. Eventually I figured out that I loved him, but only after Chuck pointed it out to me." She smiled and shook her head. "Clever man that he is, your dad figured out that I was in love with my brother before I told him anything. He and Chuck had a long talk, and then they came to me along with Danni to explain how our lives could be if I was willing to accept it."

I nodded. All of this made sense in light of what I had seen over the past month or so. My dad and Aunt Danni had known early on about my mom and her brother, and they accepted it.

"So, the four of you...?" I asked.

"Yeah," Mom sighed. "It was incredible. If we hadn't had to work, we would never have left the house."

Again, I could easily imagine it. That made me think of all the fucking I had witnessed since that first time, more than a month ago. I'm sure they thought they were being sneaky about it, but I had watched my family members in nearly every combination imaginable. Sometimes it was just two of them hooking up, sometimes three or more. I had seen all six of them engaged in a handful of orgies when they thought I was gone.

Once again, I felt those conflicting emotions of arousal and anger shooting through me. As shocked as I was to find that my family was a bunch of immoral sex fiends, I couldn't deny how many times I had masturbated while watching them go at it. What I had finally figured out this past week was that most of my anger and frustration stemmed from being left out of that hot incestuous action. It was tough to accept, especially after the way I had berated them before I ran away.

Mom's eyes lit on my cell phone sitting on the counter. She picked it up before I could stop her, turning it on. I had left the thing turned off completely and had even considered pulling the SIM card out of it in case they tried to track my phone. I expected her to be angry, but she just looked sad when she looked from the phone to my face.

"Did you listen to any of my messages?" she asked softly.

"I listened to the first two messages you sent," I replied, "plus the first ones from Dad, Uncle Chuck, and Tommy. After that, I turned off the ringer and ignored all the messages. It wasn't until my friends started calling and texting that I figured out I could stay here. I knew Chris and his family had gone to Hawaii three weeks ago. Once I snuck in, I called to let him know I was here."

Mom shook and her eyes widened. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped her glass. "Three weeks ago?" she asked. "I thought you were visiting with him... Wait, when did you find out about us?"

I looked her in the eye. "June second," I replied. "I'll never forget it. It was two days after Giselle got back from college. I heard her going downstairs and I followed her. Then I saw all six of you in the guest room, going at it."

"How?" she asked. It was obvious from her expression that this was a shock to her.

"I snuck outside and watched you through the blinds," I said, surprised again at how casual my voice sounded. "Once I figured out what was going on, I noticed it happening all the time. I just couldn't believe it. Even when I was watching you guys, it just seemed surreal; like I was in a dream and couldn't wake up."

"So, every time you said you were going somewhere you were actually watching us?" Mom asked. She sounded angry for the first time since she had walked in the front door.

I shook my head. "No," I replied, "I was still going to see Lisa and Chris every chance I got before they left—especially Lisa."

Lisa and I had been together the last two months of high school. I knew we would break up when she left for college, but it still hurt when it came down to it. I hadn't told her why I had been so horny and frustrated every time I visited her, after I had first seen my family engaged in sex. I had felt guilty afterwards every time, but it didn't stop me from picturing my mother, my aunt or my sister while I pounded my girlfriend's pussy and came inside her.

After she left, my frustration mounted daily. My only outlet had been masturbation, and I was doing it every time I felt the discomfort or exclusion get to me. Finally, after two weeks of watching, my frustration boiled over. I had snapped and charged into the house, catching all six of them in the middle of another orgy in the living room.

"What the fuck is wrong with you people?!?" I had bellowed at them. They were all frozen in mid-fuck, clearly stunned at being caught. "You're all a bunch of fucking immoral perverts!" I had screamed. I was just getting warmed up.

My right fist clenched again as I recalled it now. I had really gone off; screaming at them for a full minute before any of them finally reacted. Then I had run out the front door of the house. It took them a few minutes to get dressed before they could follow me. By then I had circled around behind the house. I watched them all charge out the front door and then quietly let myself back inside. I snuck up into the finished attic of the house and watched them through one of the windows facing the front of the house.

They had split up and spread out through the neighborhood, while my mother paced in the front yard. I saw her pull out her phone and jumped when my phone rang in my pocket. I quickly muted my phone, refusing to answer it. The summer heat made the attic unbearably hot. After a few minutes, I walked across the attic and opened the windows facing the back yard to let in some air.

Then I had gone into my bedroom, stuffing clothes and the money I had stashed in my top drawer into a backpack. I watched carefully out the attic windows until everyone started returning to the house, and then I snuck out through one of the back windows from the attic. I closed it behind me and tiptoed to the edge of the roof, dropping into the back yard and making my way through the bushes.

I looked at my phone grimly once I was three blocks away from the house. I was starting to get calls and texts from all of my friends. It was that text from Chris that made me think of their empty house. I knew they kept a spare key beneath the welcome mat on the back patio.

* * *

I drained the last of my orange juice and washed out my glass in the sink. Mom watched me closely for a minute before she finished her mixed drink. Her voice shook as she started mixing another.

"So, you had been spying on us for weeks before you finally said anything?" she asked.

I swallowed and nodded. She shook her head and took a big gulp of that drink as soon as it was mixed. There was something in her eyes when she swallowed and looked at me.

"Did you jack off?" She asked, a new edge in her voice.

I simply nodded, seeing the look in her eyes and glancing away.

"You watched your mother and your sister getting fucked, and you jacked off. And then you had the nerve to call us a bunch of immoral perverts!" she seethed.

She immediately shook her head and put out her hand out in front of her. After a deep breath to compose herself, she spoke.

"Sorry," she said softly. "That still bothers me."

I could still picture her panicked expression when I had finished my rant a week ago. It was obvious that I had hurt her. At the time, I meant to. Part of me wanted it to stay that way, but another part of me felt guilty for it, but I was still seething with my own anger and resentment. Then I clearly smelled her arousal once again and I narrowed my eyes.

"Mom, does it turn you on?" I asked. "You may be pissed off, but thinking about me watching while you got fucked has got you soaking wet, doesn't it, Mom?"

"Peter!" she gasped, reddening suddenly.

She didn't deny it, though. She took a quick sip from her glass and then set it on the counter. I could see how badly her legs were shaking, and that was what stopped me from going on.

"Sorry, Mom," I muttered instead.

I grabbed the juice containers and put them back into the refrigerator and then I took the empty can of Sprite and crushed it before tossing it into the recycle bin in the pantry. Then I picked up her glass and offered her my hand. Her fingers trembled in my grasp as I guided her back to the couch. I set her drink on a coaster on the coffee table before sitting down next to her on the couch. I was holding her hand softly, but I was still tense.

I had been so paranoid all week that I couldn't help but imagine my dad and Uncle Chuck suddenly barging in. It didn't make sense for my mom to set me up like that, but it was where my mind was stuck. Mom gave my hand a light squeeze and then released it, leaning forward to take another sip of her drink. She set the glass back down before turning to face me again.

"You're right," she whispered huskily. "I was caught off-guard when you told me how long you have known—how long you were watching us. But as soon as you said you were..." she licked her lips and her face betrayed her arousal. "I couldn't help it. I pictured you stroking your hard dick and watching me. And, yes, that has got me all kinds of turned on."

I leapt up from the couch when my phone rang on the kitchen counter, feeling like I might jump right out of my skin. It took me a moment to realize that the ringer had automatically turned back on when my mom turned on the phone.

"Jesus," I panted, shaking my head as I walked over to pick up the phone. When I saw Chris was calling, I hesitated just a moment before answering it. "Hello?" I said.

"Hey," Chris responded, sounding surprised. Clearly, he had not expected me to answer my phone, so there was an awkward pause before he spoke. "Um, I just wanted to give you a heads-up. We're flying back tomorrow night, so we'll be there Wednesday morning. I mentioned to my parents you would be stopping by to check on the house, but if there's a mess you'll need to clean it up before we get back."

"Oh, no, the house looks great," I replied. "I didn't have anybody over, and I actually spent a lot of time cleaning while I was hanging out here."

I heard Chris blow out a breath and his voice sounded relieved. "Cool," he said. "Um...you said 'here.' You're still at the house?"

"Yeah," I replied, looking over at my mother sitting on the couch. "My mom's here right now. We're trying to talk through this. One way or the other I'll be out of here before you guys get back."

"Good luck, man," he said sincerely. "I'll see you Wednesday, Peter."

"Thanks again, Chris," I said before hanging up.

Mom took another long pull on her drink before standing up. She was unsteady on her feet, and I realized she had put away at least three shots of alcohol. I was still hesitant to touch her, but when she stumbled I shot forward to hold her steady and make sure she didn't fall over. Mom wrapped her arms around me tightly and pressed her body against mine, and I realized she had exaggerated her inebriation just so she could hug me.

At that close range, the effect of feeling her in my arms, of smelling her faint perfume and obvious arousal, was overpowering. My dick was immediately rock-hard and pressed into her belly. Her nipples were just as obviously hard and I could feel them pressed into my torso. My eyes shot open when I looked into my mother's face and saw her obvious desire.

"You want me!" I blurted in disbelief.

She bit her lip and nodded her head. Then she read my shocked expression and cocked her head to one side.

"Of course I do," she said gently. "It hasn't been easy for me to keep my hands off of you, even though it was my idea..." Her voice suddenly rose in alarm. "Peter!"

I wasn't aware my knees had buckled. To me, it felt like the floor suddenly leapt up to slam into my ass. It knocked the wind right out of me. My mother's voice sounded like it came from a long way away.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I nodded, but my whole body felt numb. I worked my mouth and ran my tongue around inside it. This revelation changed everything! I realized I had heard a roaring in my ears only when it receded, and then everything seemed to come into clear focus. I looked up at my mother's concerned expression. I felt tears form in my eyes when I finally managed to speak.

"I wondered what was wrong with me," I croaked. Mom looked down at me in confusion, clearly not understanding me. "I wondered why none of you wanted me, when you so clearly enjoyed having sex with each other."