3 comments/ 43051 views/ 22 favorites 3 The Power of Avalon By: Cactus34 Pantone 101. Yellow, but on the delicate side. Not, "look at me" sunshine yellow. I selected and swapped the colours and leaned back in my chair to squint at the results. I propped my feet up on the side cabinet and reached for a sip of water. Not bad, not bad. I heard the scuff-scuff-scuff of slippers on the carpet, and then across the lino of the kitchen. The fridge door opened. The fridge door closed. I called out, "We're going to lunch with Harry. You'll spoil your appetite." Scuff-scuff-scuff. "I thought you were working." Val leaned against the corner of the wall and gave me an accusing glare. She wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her hands inside the sleeves of my burgundy hoodie. Since I had nearly 15 centimeters and a good 40 kilos over her, Val could nearly use the thing as a robe. The hem went halfway to her knees. Below the hem were the flannel blue and yellow ducky pyjamas she had brought. My suede and sheepskin slippers, with an extra sock wadded in the toe to keep them on, completed the illusion of a freezing ten-year old. Assessing the clothes she had brought with her on this trip, you'd think my sister had been raised in Houston and only recently experienced Canada in winter, instead of the other way around. "I am working. I'm employing my extraordinary artistic aesthetic just now." 
Val snorted and shuffled around to look, leaning on my shoulder. She yawned. Well, annual reports for insurance firms will do that to anyone. But, that's how graphic artists make their bread and butter. She fluffed at her neck-length curly black hair, identical to my shorter cut curls. She scuffed off to one of the big "client chairs" I have in my workspace and huddled into it. Val looked out the floor-to-ceiling balcony doors at the sun twinkling off a hundred icicles. "How can you not be cold? Can't we close the drapes?" "We're not shutting out that wonderful sun for you, or any wimp like you." "I'm gonna tell on you. Calling me names." "Phone's over there. Tell mom I said 'hey'." 
"Creep." 
A long silence passed. I decided the font would not do at all. I sat forward and started scrolling through my list. Maybe something with an old-timey feel... 
"I finished the book you suggested. I liked it a lot." I brought myself away from the world of fonts and annual reports. "Good. I knew you would." "Now I'm bored." "Get another book from my library." "I let a good book digest before I start a new one." 
"Watch a video." "Nah." I clucked my tongue against my teeth. I spun around on my drafting chair to cock my head at her. "Val. I am tickled to death you came up here to visit Harry and me. I'm glad you thought of the idea when your hubby had to go on a business expedition for a month. I am actually not embarrassed to say that I love my little sister. But, I was under the impression you were 28, not 8." Val sighed and climbed out the chair. She scuffed over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You're right. I'm sorry." Her smile crinkled her big hazel eyes. I shrugged apologetically. "It's just that, if I can finish a first draft of this thing before lunch, I'll be free to play from lunch until the client gets back to me. Which I'm pretty sure won't be until after the weekend." She nodded and took two shuffles back to my den room. She turned back. "Didn't I see an exercise room in the 10 cent tour you gave me?" "Yup." She gave a sharper nod. "That's what I'll do. I'm getting all lazy and flabby." She flicked off the oversize slippers and skipped down the hallway. I laughed to myself. Lazy, maybe, but nobody would ever call my perky, svelte, biggest-claim-to-an-athlete-our- family-has, sister "flabby". Val came bouncing out ten minutes later. She had on one of my white t-shirts. Cheap quality mementos from charity events and such, which I keep for exercising. Like the hoodie, it went down further than some dresses she's worn. Bright pink legs made for a startling contrast. She had on her own sneakers and carried a towel. "Nice legs. Did you mug a flamingo?" Which was required brotherly banter. Val had magnificent legs. "These are the leotards I brought for long underwear. With your stupid circus tent shirts, I think I can pass in public." "Hey, that's a shirt from a previous life." "I know." She gave me a hug. "Well done you." She jangled the spare keys I had given her. "These will get me in?" I nodded. "Have fun. Remember, Harry is shooting for noon-ish." "Plenty of time. Finish your work." And she was gone. =--=-=-=-=-=-=-= I gave the email a last proofread, made sure it had all the attachments, and hit "Send". I leaned back with a contented sigh, hands behind my head, watching the file transfer bar launch my work away into the tubes. 
Done and done, I stood and stretched until I cracked. I gave a sniff. Maybe a shower and then be ready in good time...I paused. I checked the time on my computer. Where the heck did Val get to? She's the McAllister jock, but jeez. She'll be a stunned wreck for the rest of the day if she's been working out this long. I clicked my teeth and frowned in thought. Nothing bad could have happen. She didn't even leave the building, and the tenants of the Avalon Apartment building were the... Holy jumpin' jezuz on a pogo stick. A goodly number of the tenants of the Avalon ranked as the horniest, most sex-crazed people in the city. If not the country. Possibly the entire world. I had the happy, well-exercised cock to prove it. I thought of the wonderful, wonderful moments I had had in this building, breaking free of my legacy as the "shy McAllister boy". Val never had such a label come near her. My baby sister could be down in that exercise room right now making ecstatic noises only dogs can hear. This gave me a hot twitch in my crotch that raised an eyebrow. Just how open-minded had I become? How much farther was I prepared to open it? Very interesting. A more mundane possibility of her lying helpless with a pulled hamstring or something crossed my mind. I had to find out. 
Collecting my keys, I left and hustled down the three flights of stairs. Nobody on the ground floor. I sidled up to the dark blue door that led to the laundry and then to the gym and pressed my ear to it. Not a peep. No chugging washing machine, no whimpers for help, no orgasmic yodels. I slipped my key in the lock with the utmost care and ever so slowly turned the knob. I pushed the thick door open and poked my head in. An empty and silent laundry room with the door to the exercise room wide open. I tiptoed on sock feet through the lingering aroma of fabric softener and eased to the wall alongside the door. I could see the wall-spanning mirror, and thus, the entire exercise gym. Val stood in a half-crouch that people seem to adopt when they're being sneaky. She stood with ear pressed to the door that led to the sauna, shower and washroom. The sweat blotches on the shirt and the damp ringlets of hair plastered to her forehead showed she had had her workout. Now she had a new activity. One hand held the hem of the shirt bunched in a fist and the heel of her other hand pressed and massaged her pussy. That hot twitch sparked through me again. I enjoyed the scene for a moment, but then confused guilt sent me sliding back across the laundry room. I opened and closed the door naturally and whistled a tune between my teeth as I stepped to the exercise room. The warning had been enough for Val to move her hands, but she didn't bother moving from her position by the door. She motioned me forward, while putting her finger over her lips in a shush. I came against the door and hunkered over. Being a thin thing designed only for a token of privacy for those taking a shower, the sounds came through the plastic without much effort. Two, no, definitely three voices partook of some gold medal sexual hijinks. Moans, groans and growled profanity mingled with percussive slapping. I couldn't identify any of them. Bad luck that Val was here. I only knew a few of the swingers in Avalon so far and would have liked to have somehow met these folks. Val's eyes gleamed at me as she smiled in guilty shock. Who was the greater rascal? The people fucking in a quasi-public space or the person eavesdropping on such a scandalous act but enjoying it immensely? Val's listened intently, her face flushed and not only from exercise. A choked series of profanities and soft screams told us the show had finished. Val closed her eyes and licked her lips. She fluffed out the neckline of the shirt to get some cooling air. For myself, the situation and room sent me down a scalding hot memory lane. I reached out for Val's hand and led her tiptoe away. She didn't resist. Once in the stairwell, Val burst out with in excited laughter "That was the most gawdamn thing I've ever experienced! WHEW! I can't get my head around it. People having sex right there in the gym!" She babbled in this hyper excited all the way up the stairs and back into my apartment. She collapsed into a chair and then sprang right back up again, pacing. I parked myself in my swivel studio chair, smiling as I watched her. "I can't believe such stuff really happens. People screwing where they could get caught by anyone pedaling the stationary bike. Just having a sex! And I counted three voices, for sure! Maybe four! It was a gawdamn orgy! A real orgy in a real public place! Holy crap on a cracker!" "You don't seem too cold now." Val barked another little laugh. "I don't know what I feel, but I'm not cold, that's for sure." "What do you..." "I feel shocked. I feel disgusted. I feel hornier than hell. I don't know whether I should report this to the police or the building manager or just hope I can listen again before I leave." Val ricocheted around my studio. The damp t-shirt clung to her small, perky breasts. I've never seen this cheap souvenir shirt on a woman not wearing a bra. The thin material had gone translucent and I had a private wet t-shirt contest. Val did not seem to be aware of the show. I squirmed and adjusted my legs. "What should we do? Call your landlords?" Val stopped, hands on hips, eyes blazing at me, face red and gleaming with perspiration. "No, I don't think that'll do much good." The building managers were the Poirers, my mentors in smut. They likely as not organized the sex romp. "Why?" Val demanded. I shrugged nonchalantly. "Live and let live, says I." She looked me up and down, eyes narrowing, crossing her arms under her boobs. This pulled the material tight across some really excited nipples. "You don't seem too upset by this." If I stood up straight, you really may change your opinion. But that seems rude in front of my sister. Out loud, I said in a amazingly smooth voice, "Um...huh? Upset?" Val's suspicious look didn't fade as she bent over to unlace her sneakers. The baggy shirt pulled away from her damp skin and the view I got down the gaping neckline widened my eyes. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and places where, in all decency, it shouldn't go. Now I really would have to wait before standing up. "Oh!" Val bounced (!) up again and pointed a finger at me, eyes sparkling with excitement. "You've caught the show before! You've exercised down there and heard those sex maniacs before!" "Ah, yes. That's it. You've sussed it out. Guilty as charged. Well done." Pleased with herself, she did a little skip-jig. Her little boobies with the nipples of wonder skip-jigged along with her. "Not only have you listened to them, you've probably beat off to them. My brother's a perv! But, I guess I sort of am now, too." She came up closer to me, in a confidential manner. She bit on her thumbnail, face impish. "Just between us pervs, how often have they done it? How many times have you played Peeping Tom?" She screwed up her face. "No, not peeping...what's the listening version? 'Eavesdropping Earl'? Listening to them fucking was so hot, I'm surprised there isn't a term for it." I've never been my sister's confidante. This sexual babble coming out her gave me more unseemly hot surges. I wish she'd go change her clothes. I wish she'd bend over again. I felt a bit dizzy. Val raised an eyebrow and looked me over. She smiled and gave me a sly look from the corner of her eye. "I may be jumping to conclusions. I only went as far as "Eavesdropping Emily" today. I'm thinking my brother might just have gotten his Peeping Tom Badge, too." "What? No, um. No. That's, er...ridiculous." "Omigawd! You did! You slipped in and copped an eyeful. I don't know whether to be shocked or jealous. Val shook her head and grinned ear to ear. "Right now, jealous. Definitely jealous. I'd insist on the sweaty details, ALL the sweaty, sexy, smutty details but I couldn't put my shy, modest brother through that. What are you smiling at?" "Nothing, nothing. Just embarrassment leaking through." She winked at me. "Yeah, yeah. Happy peeping memories, I bet." Val turned and strode off. "I"m going to grab a hot shower and also...cool off. No peeking!" Laughing at her own wit, I heard the bathroom door close and the shower start. I fell forward, head on crossed arms. Could I have a boner this hard without going to hell? Can a guy get locked up for jerking off to his sister's sex talk? I sat back up and ran my hands over my face. Well, hell or jail, I spit in your eye. I needed to pop a cork. I cocked an ear as I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. The shower blasted. My mental big screen filled with nude images of Val soapy and wet and gleaming naked and madly masturbating under the water...I gave my head a shake. My cock throbbed in the air. It wanted me to stay on that channel, but too bad. I started to beat my baloney in a hard pumping fist and closed my eyes. I tried to bring up sexy images to pretend my sister had nothing to do with my jerking off. Well, most of the urges lay deeper with the memories of the amazing time I had had in that sauna. Where I caught Linda doing just what Val had done. She had been spying on Leslie Ann, Kyle and myself. I had caught her and the two of us had got very...stop it! My imagination had slipped Val in place of Linda with the skill of a magician. I opened my eyes. Still keeping an idle pump going, I clicked desperately on my mouse. A variety of porn images flashed across the computer screen. Not personal enough. I needed something more real to exorcise Val. I scrolled madly to bring up the folder with my collection of Marita. Even if she didn't seek, and actually avoided, the fame of a supermodel, Marita's swimsuit and lingerie photoshoots still circulated. Marita's golden body in various designer scraps of colourful cloth went by on slideshow. I still feel like a lying fraud when I bring up memories of having crazy monkey sex with a woman like that. That flawless gold caramel skin. That...

KERUMP! The noise fractured my erotic daze. The shower still thundered wetly. Damn. She's slipped in the shower! I bounced up and nearly tripped as my pants dropped to my ankles. Kicking them off in desperation, I scrambled to the bathroom door and flung it open. 
Steam swept over and around me. I could see Val hunched over on the bottom of the tub through the frosted glass. I slid back the door, ready to turn and phone 911... Kneeling face down in the tub, the water splashing off her curving back, my sister contorted her right arm behind her to pump my shampoo bottle in and out of her cunt. Her left arm bent out of sight under her belly. The jiggling action could only mean a frantic clit flicking. Val shrieked, flailing and slipping in the bottom of the tub. "Hey! Get out!" I felt a heady mix of embarrassment and anger. I couldn't help sliding the door with a slam and stomping out of the bathroom. "Dammit!" My attempt to block Val with Marita blew away in the wind. Sleek, gleaming jiggling flesh of my sister...I shuddered. I struggled to catch my breath and level out. 
"Zach?" Val's voice came softly concerned. I took another breath and turned. Damp and dripping a bit, my sister came into my studio wrapped in a towel. Since I have only utilitarian "man towels" and not the bed sheet sized towels women prefer, the green terry cloth protected her modesty by scant millimeters. "What's wrong?" I shook my head and waved my hands in groping frustration. "I'm just wound up about looking like a dope. That's twice in less than an hour I've thought you were might be injured, went charging in like a galloping knight and twice I've found you eyebrow deep in sexy thoughts." 
Val blushed, pushing an errant wet curl back behind her ear. "I'm sorry. I couldn't keep my balance standing while, well, while I was...and went down on my knees. I didn't expect it to be so loud." I shrugged and smiled crookedly. "I'm sorry." "That certainly doesn't make you a 'dope'. That makes you my sweetheart of a protective big brother." 
"Okay. Thanks." "And Zach? One other question?" "Hmm?" "Why are you naked from the waist down and waving a very hard erection at me?" "Shit!" I brought my hands down to try and cover myself. I looked madly for where I had kicked my pants and started towards them. Val giggled madly. "Oh, I think it's a bit late for that sort of modesty." She reached out a hand to my shoulder to stop me, still dimpling a smile. "Easy for you to say." I picked up my pants, but only held them in front of me. "Can I guess you were taking care of business the same as I was?" Val nibbled her lower lip. "Well, yeah. Kind of obvious." Why didn't I put on my pants? C'mon. Politeness alone dictates...I told politeness to piss off. "Did you...finish?" She looked down in the direction of my crotch and back up again. I don't know how many men in the world Val had targeted with that mischievous, big-eyed gaze. I had certainly never been on the receiving end. It hit like a grenade made out of sex. "Uh, no. Did you?" "I dropped the shampoo bottle." Val's breathing had grown more rapid. Her lips compressed. "Want to help each other?" "What? Oh, Val, I don't know if that's a good - I mean, that's a..." "Let me finish. When Kelvin goes on these work junkets, we keep in touch. Video chat on the computer when we can, just phones otherwise. When we chat, we 'help' each other over being horny. We..." "...take care of business..." She gave me a smack on the arm. "Masturbate. It's great when we have video to watch each other. That's what I'm suggesting. Watching and talking. No touching. We'll just be in the same room, is all." If she wasn't going to mention the speed bump of being brother and sister, she wouldn't hear it from me. My internal revolutions per minute had reached critical. I dropped my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. "Let's do it!" Val's eyes widened. She looked me up and down and her tongue licked her lips. Her big hazel eyes twinkled and she tossed the towel aside. Her breasts sat high and perky on her chest, lovely little handfuls that complemented her slim physique perfectly. I suspected she only bothered with a bra to contain those amazing thumb thick nipples popping out of the wide areola. Her pubic area shone clean and bald. "Well? A gentleman might offer a comment!" Val's voice quavered behind the joking tone. I turned in profile. I gave my hips a little bump that set my straining, impatient cock bobbing. "I like to introduce you to Mr. Happy-to-See-You. It's mostly your doings this morning that have brought him here today." 
"What do you mean, my doing?" "The sex maniacs in the sauna may have turned on the stove, but your nonstop discussion of it got my water boiling." 
Val stared hungrily at my meat. She made a little mew sound in her throat. "Hey. My eyes are up here, lady." She snorted and smiled up at me. "You really have a right to be proud at your physical improvement this year, Zach. It's been even longer than that since I've seen you in a swim suit, so the change is dramatic. You're a hunk." 3 The Power of Avalon "You're a poster child for sex." "My boobs aren't too small?" "No! Especially with dangerous nipples like those." I took a half-step forward and then caught myself. "We better get this circle jerk going or the no touching policy will be kicked out the window." Val only nodded energetically. The strain in her voice came through clearly. "I'm beginning to wonder why that policy was ever suggested." Across my studio, the door to my apartment made a soft click. Our heads snapped around. The knob turned. A voice called out. "Zach! It's me, Harry." Privacy and modesty lay so close and yet a very long sprint away. Too far. The doorknob was turning. Val dove behind the only thing big enough to hide her nude body. Me. Harry stepped in, turning to close the door behind him. "Yo, Zach? I still have your keys from when I helped move. I just decided to use 'em. I hope...SHIT!" 
Zach got over his shock at my nude body. He snorted a laugh and shook his head. "Damn, bro! Not again!" He stopped and craned his neck to see who might be hiding behind me. He looked straight at me with hopeful eyes. His hands went halfway up to taking off his parka and outerwear and stopped, waiting. "I don't suppose there's room for your kid brother? It was so great last time." His plaintive voice sounded like a kid asking for a piece of birthday cake. "Oh, with your permission, ma'am." I guess legends of telepathic bonds between siblings always center around twins. My idjit brother sure didn't get my mental commands to SHUT UP. I closed my eyes and waited for the thunder. "What do you mean 'again'? 'Last time'?" Val stepped around me, a storm of curiousity and outrage. Now I know what "losing your shit" really means. Harry's eyes bugged, his mouth gaped and he made idiotic choking sounds. He pointed. He took a step. Instead of balancing himself, his toe caught on one of my boots and he fell flat to the floor. Protective instincts overrode Val's outrage as she skipped across to Harry's side. She rolled him on to his back. "You're naked." The awe in Harry's voice made us both bust out laughing. "Yes, WE are." Val took hold of one of Harry's hands with both of hers and helped haul him to his feet. Harry is smaller and leaner than me, but still bigger than Val. Her slender naked form beside Harry in his bulky winter gear looked a chihuahua trying to help a moose. Harry waved a hand dismissively in my general direction, never taking his lustful gaze off Val. "Big deal. I've seen Zach naked." Val's curiousity and whirled back up to speed. "Yeah, so I hear. What sort of shenanigans are you two getting up to?" "A gentleman never blabs." "Ha!" Val started towards me, the chihuahua now stalking a bear. Her eyes shone. "How does that apply to you?" I backed warily away. Old reflexes died hard. Fear of parental reprisals for being too rough with my little sister had gave Val the upper hand in many childhood wrestling matches. "If I wasn't a gentleman, I'd pick you up and stuff you into a cookie jar, peewee." "You and who else, you big..." She came at me. I gave her enough of a bounce and push to send her sprawling into one of the big chairs. I didn't linger in triumph. I turned and scooted down the hallway to my bedroom. The grin on my face went to my ears. "Don't stand there like a dummy, Harry. Help me!" Val tackled me so we fell across my wonderful king-sized bed. Our nude bodies thrashed together, skin slipping across skin. She had the advantage of the moment, sitting astride my back. I could feel her hot and wet pussy spreading across my ass. Her nasty little fingers began to dig into my sides. Shrieking from the tickling, I bucked. She held on, her gymnast thighs clamping tight. 
"Talk! What sex games have you done?" "None of your business!" I gasped and rolled, tipping her off. I whirled to face her as she came again. I caught her by the wrists and pushed back until her arms pressed into the navy blue sheets. Val writhed under me, tits thrashing. My club of a hard-on swept back and forth across her stomach, even prodding close to her vaginal lips. Her legs spread and wrapped around me. Val went still, her breath heaving and her eyes gleaming wickedly up into mine. "You give? Stop being a nosey brat?" She gave a little buck and grind at that accusation. Our groins throbbed in hard contact. My cock pressed into her lower belly to help keep her still. And not to knee me in the nuts. "You're a big galoot. Bullies like you always get their comeuppance." She smiled like a hungry fox. I chortled. "I don't see how..." Arms swept in and around my chest. Wiry hair pressed into my back and against my bum as Harry hoisted me up and off. I struggled to escape. Just like the good old days of childhood. The two young snots against me. Except, of course, for the nudity. I could feel Harry's half-hard penis lodging into the crack of my buttocks. 
I had worked out diligently with gym equipment to improve myself, but Harry did manual, physical labour as a contractor every day. I strained to bust his grip. No obvious result. This might be troublesome. Val lay in spread-eagled glory for a moment, then bounced around upright. She walked on her knees to within a cent of me, hot, sweaty skin radiating heat to each other. Her eyes never left mine as she traced her fingernails up my belly. I shivered as the tickle reflex spasmed. My cock jumped and poked her in the navel. Val ignored that contact. "Gonna talk, Mr. Big Galoot Tough Guy?" Val purred up at me. Harry chuckled into my left ear. "Nope." Still locking eyes with me, Val brought up her right index finger and sucked it into her mouth. Her lips puckered around it as she stroked the finger in and out. She brought it out with a faint 'pop', then pressed it into my left nipple. She slid the wet finger tip around and around in tight circles. My tickle reflex and my sexual response had a quick meeting over who had jurisdiction on this. They decided on a 50-50 split. I made a goofy gurk noise, spasmed and thrust my hips. My erection prodded hard into Val's tummy. She didn't back away. She slid closer yet, pushing my hard-on up to be wedged lightly between us. She bent her neck and used her tongue on my right nipple. Tickle reflex bowed out and left the situation to sex. I rattled a groan deep my throat. Harry's breathing had become a bit deep and fast in my ear. His cock now sawed stiff and hard under my crotch. His pubic hair against my butt, the length of his shaft sliding along my 'taint' and the head bumping into my ball sac. Harry was on record as greatly enjoying the watching. Maybe he liked some bisexual stuff as well. Val looked up at me again, mouth open, lips full and breathing hoarse. Her hooded eyes narrowed at me. "Gonna talk?". Her voice husky. I swallowed and smiled. "A gentleman never blabs." Harry had sense to realize the rassling was done and let me loose. I pushed forward, once again forcing my sister back on to the big bed. "He just passes on what he's learned." I ran my palms wide down her sweat-slicked torso, flexing my fingers slightly, kneading and pressing her flesh from shoulders to waist to hips back along the outer thighs to the knees. I brought them back up the front of her legs, gripping the big muscle in the front, sliding so my thumbs came just so close and no closer to her pussy, side by side up her heaving stomach to cup those perky breasts. I stopped and massaged them, feeling the fat, puffed out nipples being forced up into my palms by a moaning, panting sister. I kept flexing my fingers in tighter and tighter until I rolled and pinched those nipples.

"OH FUCK!" Val shouted, her eyes wide and her breath erratic. I swept my hands down and around, never breaking contact, to pick her up in a big brotherly bear hug. I lifted her up and latched a lashing mouth and tongue on those irresistible boobs, sucking the nipples in long and hard. Val clutched my head, kissing my forehead and shuddering with desire. I moved my right arm down to below her tight ass to better support her. I hoisted her up, turned and went down backwards from the knees so I stretched flat out, my red-faced sister sitting on my stomach. I gripped her around the waist and urged her backwards with a suggestive lift. Val didn't need explanation. She rose, fumbled beneath her with one hand to find my quivering rock of a cock. Gripping it, she fine tuned her positioning. She let the tip of my plum head press and play with her wet folds. Val came aware enough to grin and widen her eyes. She gave a helpless shrug. "Here we go, big brother." She plunged down, engulfing me in one mad stroke. Her bald vulva snug against my pubic bone. Val snapped her head back and and quaked along her entire body. She braced her hands on my shoulders and vibrated. "Oh, fuck. You're so much thicker than Kelvin. It feels so fucking good. So fucking good." I only nodded in gurgling agreement. Her inner muscles had as much power as her toned legs and body. She had more than a wonderfully tight pussy, she gripped and contracted around my cock with liquid heat. 
Her legs of legend and song began to flex and lift. She brought herself up so just the head lay captured by her. Compared to my willowy, slender sister, my cock looked like it would split her in two. And Val began to fuck me. I'm surprised the sheer taboo sexual energy didn't throw off lightning sparks around the room. A deep-chested moan reminded me our brother was in the room. I had forgotten Harry. He knelt on his feet beside us on the bed, his lanky muscled body arced like a bow as he beat his meat and watched us with wide eyes. He didn't have any hint of "waiting his turn" or "biding his time." My brother really did have a major voyeur thing happening. His fist went in exact synch to Val's bouncing up and down on my cock. He licked his lips. Harry's moan reminded Val of his existence as well. She extended her tongue from a wide mouth in lewd invitation. I had a better idea. I reached out and cupped my right hand around the back of Val's neck to pull her face towards me. She mistakenly thought I wanted to kiss. She didn't see me reach out with my left to beat Harry's hand off his cock and take a fresh grip with my own hand. The red hot rod pulsed in my sliding palm. I tugged insistently. Harry hesitated, then scooched forward eagerly on his knees until his thighs bracketed my head and his testicles rested over my left eye and cheek. His cock now rested between Val's and my mouth. Val kept fucking me, now in a glorious sliding, full body back and forth rather than an incredible cowgirl up and down. Harry's hips flexed and fucked in the dual bombardment of lashing tongues and lips. Val and I licked the pumping shaft and plump head, plunged our tongues under the foreskin and nibbled straining flesh. A sloppy, dripping, noisy mess of a blowjob. Harry's nuts kept dragging across my eye, so I kept them both closed, letting my other senses carry the load. The taste and smell of Harry's freshly showered cock. The smell of Val's tangy flowing juices. The clashing harmony of grunts and whimpers and sharp gasps. The soft creaking of the solid bed. The sensuous feel of Val's hot smooth skin under my roving hands. Oh, good gawd, the building overload of an eager, blazing orgasm. 
Harry went first. He got off a "Here I...GAWDAMN SHIT!" His blast fired off somewhere to my right. The backstroke sent the second, lesser blast so it flopped across the right side of my face and started to dribble in my ear. Any further shots of creamy cum disappeared into Val's mouth as she desperately glommed onto her brother's cock and sucked. When Harry fell back, stunned, Val sat back up. She braced herself on my chest and began to drive her cunt up and down my shaft like a woman gone insane. My hands flailed a moment for somewhere to be and then settled on her hips, adding my arm strength to her down stroke, driving her even harder on to my cock. "CUM IN ME BROTHER! CUMMING!! FUCK FUCK!" She landed hard and had a bone-breaking seizure of an orgasm. Her words became a wail and her eyes bugged out and stared at nothing. Her nails dug into my chest with sweet agony. The sight of my sister triggered a volcano deep into her molten cunt. I bucked my hips up but held her hips tight against me with my hands. I made a long grinding growl like I had been stabbed.

Val collapsed on me. All my muscles went limp and I released her hips. She rose and fell with the force of my trying to bring in air. She nestled her cheek against me and her wheezing breath blew across my sweaty chest. Harry lumbered around and lay alongside in a group recovery hug, an arm thrown high over Val and one around my head. His body pressed stickily into both us. I raised a quivering arm to pat and grip his thigh. Eventually, temperatures cooled, breathing stabilized and our brains came to see if all the dagblasted shouting had finished. My cock went to soft sleepy time, slipping out of Val's cunt in a steady dribble of fluids. Good thing I had bought three separate sets of sheets for this king-size monster. Darn shrewd, if I do say so myself. Val shifted her arms, remaining in her prone position atop me. She supported her chin with both her hands, her elbows near my trapezius muscles. She smiled sleepily at Harry, and then down at me, her face a smiling portrait of satisfaction. "So, you give up? Are you going to spill your secrets, or do we have to keep giving you the third degree?" Harry barked a short laugh. I put on a very thoughtful expression as I wiped the sticky trail of my brother's cum off the side of my face with two fingers. I sneered defiance. "A gentleman never blabs."