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Daddy, Don't Look!  I'm Naked.

By: andtheend



Earth Day nude family photo shoot turns into an incestuous orgy.

It all started when my family posed nude for an Earth Day advertising campaign. I'm Susan and this is the true story of what happened to my family, after the photo shoot and after we started having incestuous and forbidden sex.

It was just a small ad posted on Craigslist in the adult category. A photographer, hired by a food company, was looking for a wholesome family, a mother, father, son, and daughter for a nude family photo shoot for an Earth Day advertising campaign. Normally, one wouldn't think that a wholesome family would ever pose nude together, yet, much in the way of PETA ads, the transparency of the advertiser's food ingredients was the premier point of this advertising campaign. The creative team of advertisers, the art director and the photographer, wanted to use nudity to make their point that the food company had nothing to hide in their ingredients and they needed a family to get naked to do just that. 

Had my Dad not been looking to find money making opportunities in the X-rated section of Craigslist and had my Dad not been the pervert that he obviously is, he never would have seen the advertisement. For sure, I would have expected my brother to read the Craigslist adult category, but not my Dad. Yet, I was in store for even more surprises, before our incestuous journey was over. 

We learned later that the photographer's client was the Wholesome Family Foods Company, the biggest organic food company in the world. The ad stated that no experience was necessary to pose nude as models. The ad also stated that all family members must be over 18-years-old. We easily fit the required criteria with me being 23-years-old and my brother just having turned 20-years-old.

"Perfect," said my Dad to himself for no one to hear. "We are just what they are looking for and this could be our lucky break, our ticket to the big money, and our road to success, finally. Kathy," he said calling my Mom.

My Dad was a bit like Richard Heene, balloon boy's Dad, always looking for an opportunity to make some easy money by showcasing our family. He's spent years entering contests and writing profiles trying to get us, as a family, noticed and trying to get us on reality TV with limited success. An understatement, he's never been successful, but we have earned a few dollars in the process here and there with some of the loony things he had us do. This modeling nude opportunity, he believed, was the blue sky opportunity that he had been dreaming to find. Only, on the surface, by reading the ad, he may have gone too far in expecting us to pose nude, as a family together, for an Earth Day nude photo shoot.

"What is it, Bob? I'm busy in the kitchen," said my Mom. 

No doubt, tired of watching my Dad get excited by the promise of get rich quick success schemes, only to become depressed by his attempts fraught with failure, I understood my Mom's disinterest and dread at having to play the supportive wife, yet, again. With my Dad acting much in the same up and down way of a manic depressive person, my Mom figured, no doubt, that my Dad found and had latched onto, yet, another stupid pie in the sky plan hoping to make some easy money.

"We're the wholesome family they're looking for," he said holding up the printed out copy of the ad, as if it was a trophy and as if our family had already been selected.

"Wait, Bob, I can't hear you," said my Mom from the kitchen.

My Dad was like that, counting his money before even earning it. Yet, I had to give my Dad credit for having undying confidence that never made him give up his dream for fame and fortune.

"Kathy come look at this," he said calling my Mom, again. "Where's Jimmy and Susan? I want them to read this, too. This is it! This is really it! Finally, this is the opportunity I've been waiting for and this is something we can do as a family."

My Dad was big on doing things as a family, maybe because he had been born an orphan, abandoned by his mother, and left in a church pew. Never having been adopted he was shuttled from one foster care family to another. Is it any wonder why my Dad is a little screwy?

Still, the thought that someone was looking for our family sounded funny, especially coming from my Dad. I didn't know anyone was looking for us, as a family, other than creditors and bill collectors, that is. My Dad was always behind on his bills. Moreover, to imagine that he thinks our family is wholesome, instead of the incestuous perverts that I now realize we all are, makes me question my Dad's sanity. Perhaps he believes that incest is wholesome, too. 

Judging us from the surface and by our good looks, I could understand why my Dad and others, who didn't really know us, would think we were a wholesome family. Much like the Osmond family with Marie and Donnie and their good looking siblings or the Jackson family with Michael and Janet, as well as the rest of their good looking siblings, my brother and I are very good looking. Only, as in those dysfunctional families, as in ours, looks and a happy family life can be deceiving. Just as you never know what goes on behind closed doors, the truth of the matter is that one never knows the skeletons that hide in the closets of families, whether wholesome appearing or not.

Moreover, being attractive has little to do with being Christian and wholesome or depraved and immoral for that matter. Behind the good looks, behind the smiling faces, and behind the facade we present to strangers and how people erroneously perceive us, just because we are a bunch of beautiful people, they assume that we are a normal, happy, and well adjusted family. If only they knew the real truth. If only they knew about the sexy shenanigans that our family plays behind closed doors.

For sure, lunacy holds no boundaries with regards to outside appearances. There are as many good looking crazy people, as there are good looking ugly people. Ted Bundy, the serial killer comes to mind. He was a handsome man and good looking enough to get women to willingly go with him, before raping them and murdering them. In that regard, as our family has plenty of dirty, little secrets to confess, I always wondered what incestuous secrets the Osmond family and/or the Jackson family, as well as other families, not as famous, had to tell. Certainly, without doubt, we are not the only family engaging in sexy games and incestuous relationships. Incest is everywhere, perhaps, even in your house.

My Mom and Dad are super good looking. He's as handsome as my mom is stunningly gorgeous. If given the opportunity, they could have been models or movie stars. My Dad looks like a taller and younger version of Dick Clark and my Mom, both in face and in body, looks like a blonde Katherine Zeta Jones. Genetically blessed, my brother and I got our good looks from them. Jimmy is the spitting image of my Dad, only younger, and I look just like my Mom, only a little taller and a little thinner.

"What are you getting us into now, Bob?"

My Mom came in from the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron. Resigned to go along with him for, yet, another doomed adventure, if only to keep him out of trouble, my Mom looked at my Dad through tired eyes with suspicion, before looking at him with disappointment. Difficult to be positive, she had been down this road with him many times before and with each failure it was more difficult to share his enthusiasm for his next get rich quick adventure.

Living with my Dad, the ultimate dreamer, in the way how he fantasized about his immediate success and hoping to live the life of Riley, was much how I imagine it'd be growing up with Don Quixote, as a father, or with a failed inventor, as my Dad, someone who never stopped trying to succeed by always inventing something new and different, inventions that never took off and sold. My Dad was always coming up with harebrain schemes to make money. From pyramid schemes to Internet scams to selling things door-to-door that didn't work as advertised, he'd try anything to make a quick buck.

Excited by the success he'd have and the riches he'd make, he was always looking for fast and easy ways to make money without having to work for a living. The entrepreneurial type, he didn't subscribe to working for someone else. You don't make any money working for someone else, he'd always said. Working for yourself is how you earn real money. For a man who didn't have a regular 9 to 5 job, never had a regular 9 to 5 job, he was always busy and most times made enough money to keep us all in food and clothes with a roof over our head. That's not to say there weren't some lean and desperate times, there were but, all and all, we've had fun and it's been an adventure living life large with Daddy.

Yet, admittedly, this opportunity could be different. Now that I think about it, this nude modeling job could work for us. Although embarrassed somewhat, by the thoughts of posing naked in front of my brother and father, I was more than excited to admit that this nude modeling had some real possibilities. 

Honestly, when you really think about it, how many families would shed their clothes and get naked in front of one another to earn a few dollars? Definitely, we'd have the leg up on those families who wouldn't get naked and that alone would give us an edge of getting this nude modeling job over other families that may be better looking or more talented, but who couldn't get naked. Moreover and realistically, I'm not so ashamed to admit that my perverted family would have no objection to not only removing their clothes but also to having sex with one another, so long as the price was right.

After all, nude modeling is fast, easy, and legal. As unbelievable as it may seem, getting naked was the one bright idea my Dad has had in a long time and the one sensible thing that may be a perfect fit for our perverted family. No doubt, once we got passed the awkwardness and the embarrassment of being naked together, once we put the feelings of incestuous lust aside and just thought of it as a job, and as a way to earn some much needed money, this Earth Day nude modeling job could work for us and may, very well, open the door for other commercial, albeit nude modeling opportunities.

Immodestly immoral, we were a good looking family with or without our clothes, which is something we had over other families. Yeah, sure, there are lots of good looking families, but not so much when they are naked. Trust me, I know. I've seen naked people in the movies, on the Internet, and at the nude beach and not everyone looks good naked and as good as we do without their clothes. We all look good naked, something that I discovered much later in the story, after I saw my brother, my mother, and my Dad naked. Genetically superior, if anything, we're a hot family.

Without doubt, we could be the wholesome family for the Wholesome Family Foods Company. Why not? Especially when considering how celebrities put forth a fake persona that is nothing, at all, how they live and how they are in real life. The world is full of paradoxes, as well as phonies. Just as shallow as any celebrities can be, something we are good at, being shallow, definitely, we are both of those, full of paradoxes and acting phony.

Take Tiger Woods, as a recent example. The perfect athlete, the perfect man, and the perfect husband and father. Only, scratch the surface and more than a dozen lovers appear out of the woodwork to ruin his perfect persona.

Although our family was not a wholesome family morally, we could certainly look and play the part long enough to put forth the persona that we were the perfect wholesome and well adjusted family, just as Tiger Woods put forth the persona that he was the perfect man, husband, and father. All we were required to do was remove our clothes, pose, and smile. How easy is that? We can do that. We're good at smiling, while removing our clothes and posing.

Much like Ben and Jerry's ice cream of old, before they sold the business and joined corporate America, the Wholesome Family Food Company was out of Vermont. If there was a company that was the embodiment of Earth day, it was the Wholesome Family Foods Company. It was a company that had a social conscious, one that was as much about making money, as it was about recycling, protecting, and saving the environment. With more and more people carrying the save the planet banner and trying to walk with a smaller carbon footprint by recycling and conserving, every company in America should take heed of the kind of company that the Wholesome Family Foods is and copy their formula for success. Without doubt, we need more socially responsible companies like Wholesome Family Foods to help combat global warming.

Established at a time before protecting and preserving the ecology became fashionable and was the right thing to do, Wholesome Family Foods started as a hippie commune. They grew their own organic foods and what they didn't eat, they sold at farm stands setup along the highway using the money earned from that to buy those things that they needed but couldn't grow. Years later, after those who left the commune and the free spirited hippie lifestyle to become responsible adults with families of their own, they returned to the hippie commune with their business and legal degrees and practical commercial experience. They were now the perfect bridge of businessmen and businesswomen, who not only understood the communal way of life but also who understood how to make money on Wall Street by helping their growing farm to go public. They helped those, who had stayed behind in the commune to shape and fashion the farm into a moneymaking business, ergo the Wholesome Family Foods Company.

Now, years later, translating the business desires of the owners creatively, their art director wanted an ad campaign that reflected the free spirit that once existed back in the '60's. Before the business went public and had a listing on the New York Stock Exchange with stock offerings, dividends paid, and stock splits, the management of Wholesome Family Foods wanted to recapture the values of honesty and openness. Values that had been lost with subsidized farming and on businesses that have grown too big and were only concerned with making more money for their investors by making process foods from artificial growth hormones injected in plants and animals, Wholesome Family Foods was the right company at the right time.

Nudity was their way of showing that they had nothing to hide in revealing the ingredients of their foods. If anything, using nudity to highlight the wholesomeness of their foods, it was a clever ad campaign, one that may work or one that may backfire, depending on the public's perception and reception of their advertisement campaign. Yet, with this climate of everyone wanting to eat healthier and wanting to save the planet, by getting back to nature and all things natural, this company was poised for success and Earth Day was the perfect day to showcase their company with a provocative, new ad campaign.

Of course, they really weren't going to do a nude advertisement. They couldn't publish a nude ad in all the mainstay magazines, Red Book, Good Housekeeping, Readers' Digest, and Family Circle that they needed to market and target the people, who'd read those publications and eat their foods. Much in the way that Jennifer Aniston wore only a necktie in her recent photo shoot and/or how PETA portrays it's naked models by covering just enough of them to not only make people look at their ad but also to remember their message, the family chosen to represent Wholesome Family Foods would wear nothing but the Wholesale Family Food banner, the same banner that graced their packaging, only made larger to grace and cover their nude bodies.

Nonetheless, just because the camera didn't capture all of their nudity, whichever family was picked as nude models would all be naked behind the lens and all those employees on the set would surely see the wholesome family chosen to represent Wholesome Family Foods in all their naked and au naturale splendor. By covering the sensitive areas of the body with food packaging banners, it was the advertisers way of placating the censors and their critics, who'd surely complain that their ad was too racy for a wholesome food commercial. Although they could certainly use the publicity, media coverage, and press that their ad was labeled too racy, they didn't want their message lost in the ensuing YouTube videos and other Internet parodied pornography that their ad would surely spur.

The nude modeling idea was a daring ad campaign that the company hoped would continue, at least until next year's Super Bowl, where they were hoping to make a big splash then with the family chosen now, by doing even more nude ads and even making the family chosen their family spokes models. The main focus behind the ad wasn't sex or incest, of course; far from it. It was to make the point that wholesome families were families not hung up, inhibited, and ashamed to not only remove their clothes but also to show that they were open and honest about the healthy, organic foods they ate, much in the same way that Wholesome Family Foods was open and honest about their ingredients. By shunning mainstream processed foods, wholesome families were the health conscious and conservationist families. Whole food families were unafraid to take a stand to not only preserve their bodies but also to save their planet by the food choices they made and by putting their trust in the company, Wholesome Family Foods Company, who shared their social concerns for a cleaner environment.

A win/win for the company, it was a perfect advertising campaign at the perfect time. Their motto, one that showed they had nothing to hide, was a resurgence of the hippie movement from the sixties, Let It All Hang Out, that told their customers that their foods were open for inspection. They wanted those who chose their organic foods to know that there were no fillers, additives, growth hormones, and artificial ingredients or colors of any kind in all the foods that they made. In tune with a time when everyone was trying to eat healthier by returning to nature, while saving the planet, their foods weren't processed but all natural.

The photographer was looking for a certain look. He was the only one who knew what that look was. The ad didn't even specify what age he wanted, except that all family members needed to be older than 18-years-old. He didn't specify which ethnicity he wanted and it didn't appear that mattered either. Maybe it was just that he didn't know, until he saw it and until he auditioned families to see it. What was the "it" he wanted? Even the photographer didn't know it, until he saw "it". Creative types are like that, not coming up with an idea of what they want and what they need, until inspired.

All of this started from a Craigslist advertisement. I didn't even know an adult category existed on Craigslist, but my Dad knew. I guess, he reads it regularly, along with other raunchy things. He and my Mom haven't been as close as a husband and wife should be lately, and my Dad has turned to Online pornography to satisfy his sexual urges and perverted needs, no doubt. I've even heard him masturbating in the bathroom.

"Eww."

Sorry, but the thought of my dad with his hand firmly clasped around his erect cock, while masturbating, is an image that I'd rather not have, if you don't mind. I can't imagine him stroking himself and then ejaculating in a tissue. Yet, now that I'm thinking about him masturbating, I'm curious.

Along with the thoughts of wondering what my Dad's cock looks like, I wonder what he thinks about, while jerking off. I can't help but wonder if he thinks about me, his daughter. Why not? If he's attracted to my Mom, why wouldn't he be attracted to me? I look just like my Mom, only younger, taller, thinner, and prettier. I can't help but wonder if he masturbates over doing his daughter.


Daddy, Don't Look!  I'm Naked.



"Eww. Gross."

Even though I have fleeting thoughts about having sex with Daddy, especially whenever I hear him masturbating, I can't even go there. I go back and forth from being excited thinking about him thinking of me, when he's masturbating, to being grossed out to think that he may be masturbating over me. My thoughts have been so twisted lately, because of thinking about getting naked at this Earth Day nude photo shoot.

It's bad enough that I'm exposed to my brother jerking off all the time, but to imagine my Dad masturbating too, is just too much of a perverse thought for me to entertain for very long. I'd rather not sexually think of my Dad in that way, especially if he is thinking of me sexually. I'd rather just think of him as my Daddy. Still, I can't help but wonder, while masturbating himself, if Daddy is thinking about feeling my tits, while I'm sucking his cock.

"Eww, double eww."

While walking in my brother's room unannounced to put away his clean laundry, I've accidentally caught him, more than once, with his cock in his hand jerking off. He's such a pervert. He does nothing to conceal it. He doesn't care if I see his cock of see him masturbating. Instead, he stares at me, while continuing to masturbate. Maybe, he wishes I'd take over and stroke his cock, before taking it in my mouth. I think he actually gets off on exposing his cock to me. He's such a degenerate.

"Eww. Jimmy, you're such a pervert. Put it away and give it a rest or I'll tell Mom."

"Go ahead. Tell Mom. I don't care. She's seen my cock before. She's even seen me beating off, before."

"Eww. Gross. Mom!"

Admittedly, it's more exciting for me to think of my brother jerking off and masturbating over the thought of me naked and having sex with me, than it is for me to think of my dad masturbating over the thought of me naked and having sex with me. When I caught my brother masturbating, I'm not ashamed to say that I looked. I couldn't help myself for staring. Trying to shame him and make him feel embarrassed, I even stood in the doorway scolding him, as an excuse for me to look at his exposed cock longer.

I'm not sure why I found it so exciting to see my brother's cock and to watch him masturbate, but I did. Further, I'm not ashamed to admit that seeing my brother's cock, while watching him stroking it, made me horny. A double edged sword, when I'm not horny, if I think about seeing my brother's cock, I'm grossed out over the thought of it. Yet, if I see his cock, especially by accident, I'm excited by the sight of it. Go figure. I'd never have incestuous sex with my brother, of course, but even though the thought of my brother's cock grosses me out more than it excites me, I've masturbated over the thought of touching and stroking my brother's cock, while he's sleeping or passed out drunk.

I don't know why, but that's something I've always fantasized about and something that makes me so very excited, happening along and seeing some guy, who is passed out, and having a peek and a feel of his package without him knowing. I wouldn't want to awaken him, though. I wouldn't want him to know that I was having my way with his cock. I'd just like to do my own thing, look at his prick, inspect it, examine it, touch it, feel it, caress it, stroke it, and maybe even put it in my mouth, without him ever knowing.

Wow, that would be such a hot thing to do. That would be so hot to touch an unconscious guy in that way. It's just a fantasy, of course, but, whenever I think about doing all of that to someone, I find that so erotically exciting. The thought of that fantasy makes me want to touch myself.

I got the idea for the fantasy from watching a Japanese video on the Internet. It may have been contrived, but it looked real enough to me. A guy happens along and sees a woman wearing a short skirt lying on a bench. She's either asleep or passed out drunk and he explores her body by sitting next to her and discreetly lifting her skirt and gently pulling down her panties without waking her. It's funny how that scenario, a guy exploring my body in that way and without me knowing, doesn't excite me, as much as my fantasy scenario of me doing that to some guy. 

I read that some people do that with the dead, necrophilia, but I could never touch a dead body in a sexual way. I couldn't even touch a dead body. It makes me sick to think about having sex with a dead person. I wonder if there are morticians who have sex with the dead. I can't even imagine the thought of someone getting lucky with my dead body. So long as I was did and didn't know about what they did to my dead body, good luck to them, if someone did that to me and had sex with my dead body. 

"Eww. Gross."

The guy would have to be alive, albeit passed out drunk, for me to become aroused and satisfy my fantasy of having my way with some Dude's cock without him knowing. I realized, of course, that most medical professionals are, just that, professional and would never abuse a patient in their charge and in their care, but I can't help but wonder if orderlies, nurses, or doctors do that in a hospital, mental institution, or a nursing home, inappropriately touch you, while you are unconscious. I mean, who would know?

I wonder if EMT's do that with your body, while you're unconscious and in the back of a speeding ambulance. Why not take a little peek or get a little feel, especially if the person is not really sick but just passed out drunk? They're human and they all have sexual needs. Just because they are medical personal doesn't make them exempt from having fantasies and perverted peccadilloes, in the way that everyone else has. Hey, if guys do that to women with Roofies, why couldn't women do that with a guy? Why couldn't I give a guy a Roofie and have my way with him without him ever knowing about it?

"Cool."

That would be so cool to fondle some guy without him knowing. I'd never do that, of course, but wow, the thought of just thinking about doing that to someone makes me horny. That would be so hot to touch a total stranger in that way without him knowing and having him feel obligated to touch me. That'd be such a turn on and such a rush. I wonder if he'd still be able to have an erection. Why not? Guys get boners all the time when they are asleep, don't they? It would be so awesome to experience a guy in that way without him ever knowing or suspecting that I gave him a hand job and/or a blowjob.

Still, I'd never do that, of course, touch and stroke my brother's cock, even if he was passed out drunk. I don't know, maybe I would, if I was horny enough and/or drunk enough, too. Just as there's nothing wrong with me looking at his cock, especially when he's purposely exposing it to me and showing me what he has, while masturbating, there's nothing wrong with me imagining touching and stroking his cock, so long as I don't actually do it. It's one thing for me look at it, while he's exposing it to me and to imagine touching and stroking my brother's cock, and quite another thing to actually touch it and stroke it. It's healthy to have sexual fantasies. There's nothing wrong with that. We all do and I don't feel ashamed for being normal. 

My brother is always drunk or high. At only 20-years-old, you'd think he'd be doing other things, such as sports or studying, rather than getting high. I'm 23-years-old, legally able to drink in a bar, and I don't drink nearly as much as he does. Maybe it's just a guy thing and drinking, until unconscious, is a rite of passage for testosterone filled, young men.

Now that I think about it, genetically the same, I'm the product of my mother and my father, of course. Yet, I wonder if my Mom has the same sexual fantasy that I do, about happening along and seeing a passed out guy. Wouldn't that be weird, if my Mom and I shared the same fantasy? If she does share my fantasy, I wonder if she's already experienced it with a neighbor at one of her drunken pool parties.

"Cool."

Now that I think about it, I wonder if she did that to my brother, when he came home drunk, and she used his bad behavior, as her excuse to go upstairs on the pretense of talking to him about his drinking and his drunkenness. What if he was already passed out drunk and sleeping by the time she went in his room and she did to my brother all of what I imagined doing to a passed out man in my sexual fantasy? It excites me to think she did that to my brother.

"Wow."

I wonder if my Mom looked at her son's cock. I wonder if she inspected it, examined it, touched it, felt it, caressed it, stroked it, and put it in her mouth, without him even knowing. Maybe my brother knew she was doing that and just pretended he was passed out drunk. It wouldn't surprised me. They are two of a kind, my Mom is a slut and my brother is a pervert. Just thinking about my Mom doing that to my brother makes me sick.

"Eww."

Even though it grosses me out to think about my Mom doing all of that to my brother, looking at him, fondling him, stroking him, and blowing him, while he's passed out drunk, it excites me to think about me doing that to him. I'm not going to feel bad or guilty about having sexual thoughts about my brother and his cock. He's a good looking guy. All the women are after him, including my friends and even some my Mom's cougar friends. Just because he's my brother doesn't stop the attraction. I'm human and I have sexual needs, too. Part of growing up and sexually maturing, it's normal to be sexually attracted to my brother, in the same way that he's attracted to me, no doubt.

At our ages, at a time when our hormones are running wild, it's normal to have sexual thoughts about siblings, it is, especially when living in the same house and under the same roof. Our rooms are next to one another and I can hear my brother and feel my bed shaking, whenever he's masturbating, which seemingly is all the time, at least, a couple times a day. He's a regular cum machine. 

I'm curious and for him to be so horny all the time, I wonder what he thinks about when jerking off. I wonder if he thinks about the same thing or different things. I wonder if he thinks about seeing me naked or touching me and feeling my body. I wonder if he thinks about me masturbating him or sucking his cock. It wouldn't surprise me if he thinks about bending me over and fucking me, while he fondles my tits. It wouldn't surprise me if he thinks about me in that way.

It's so frightening forbidden and it's so erotically exciting to imagine having an incestuous relationship with him. Why not? I think about him sexually. Why wouldn't he think about me sexually?

Sometimes, the thought of him masturbating turns me on and I touch myself with the thought of touching him, while imagining him playing with himself. I've yet to catch him exploding cum, though. I'd like to see that, even just once. I'd like to open his bedroom door, just as he shot a huge load of cum everywhere. I'd like to see the look on his face, when his cum spurted out of his cock and flew across the room. That would be an exciting thing to see.

I'd pretend I was grossed out by berating him. Yelling at him, while staring, would give me a reason to stay longer and enjoy the show. Only, sometimes the thought of him masturbating grosses me out and I pull the covers over my head, so that I don't hear him as much. Other times it turns me on to hear him and to know that he's in his room beating off. Those are the times that I wonder if he's beating off over me. Whenever I think about him masturbating over me, the thought of that makes me want to tease him and drive him wild with lust for me, so that he'll masturbate even more, while thinking of seeing and touching my naked body.

He needs a girlfriend. He needs to get laid. Now that I think about it, I need a boyfriend. I need to get laid. 

I wonder if all families are as horny as our family. If only people knew what a bunch of incestuous perverts we were. It makes me laugh to think about our family, as the wholesome family, chosen by Wholesome Family Foods. Why not? Their company started out as a hippie commune with everyone having sex with all who inhabited the commune. Filled with free sex, it was an orgy, back then, as much as it was a farm, a funny farm. Just because all of those people, who once inhabited the commune, are older now and are rich, after their farm went public, doesn't mean that they aren't as sexually depraved, as they once were.

Now that I think about it, my brother started exposing himself to me after he had broken up with his girlfriend and I started staring at my brother's cock about the same time, after I had broken up with my boyfriend. Born from the same horny genes, as my perverted Dad and my slutty Mom, to say that my brother and I are both as horny, as our sexually active parents, is an understatement. Still, there's nothing wrong with looking, especially if he's purposely showing. It's a game we play, pretending we're not interested, but both of us knowing that we are, while both of us are afraid to cross the dark and forbidden imaginary line of incest.

At first, I was curious what his cock looked like and, now that I know what it looks like, I can't help being curious what it would feel like in my hand and/or in my mouth. Every time I see it, I can't help but look, stare at it, actually. It makes me horny to see his cock and I'm mesmerized by the sight of his big prick. I've seen my share of cocks, but I haven't seen a lot of cocks and it still fascinates me, whenever I see one, even if it is my brother's cock.

I was shocked to discover that my little brother has a big cock, bigger than my ex-boyfriend's cock and to be honest, I was horny enough that I would have given my brother a hand job had he asked me or if we were both drunk. It's just a hand job, after all. A hand job is no big deal. We're both of legal age. I've given plenty of hand jobs to guys. I like giving hand jobs. I'm good at it. Besides, giving a hand job doesn't mean anything. It's not like it's having real sex like making love.

Definitely, if I ever found my brother passed out drunk, I'd have my way with his unconscious cock. I know I would. So long as he never suspected and never found out that I was fondling his prick, it makes me wet and my nipples erect, just thinking about touching him in the way that a sister should never touch her brother. Only, I'd be so afraid that he'd wake up and see me and feel me touching him, stroking him, and sucking him. Boy, if he ever caught me, he'd hold that over my head and blackmail and threaten to tell my parents. He'd probably make me his sex slave and force me to have sex with him, whenever he wanted. Should he awaken and catch me, how in the Hell would I explain why I had his cock in my mouth? 

"Oops? Sorry. I must have slipped and fallen and your big prick impaled my mouth when I was screaming for help for someone to save me from falling."

Those times when I'm horny and in the mood, just the thought of wrapping my hand around my brother's cock gives me goose bumps. I probably could blow him, too, if I had a couple drinks in me. A blowjob isn't really a big deal, it's just a blowjob. Blowjobs aren't really considered sex like making love and having intercourse, not really, but I could never fuck my brother. 

Having him stick his big cock in my pussy, his sister's pussy, would be crossing the line, just as having my brother touch me sexually would be crossing the line, too. It's different for a woman to touch a man because we really don't consider that as being sex. Whereas when a man touches a woman, even feeling her tit or her ass, he considers that getting to first base and considers that as having sex.

It would more excite me for me to have control of the experience and for me to touch him and have my way with him, rather than to have him touch me and for him to have his way with me. For now, it's nothing more than just a sexual fantasy, albeit an incestuous sexual fantasy that makes me hot and makes me want to touch myself. Whenever I think about my brother and my brother's cock, which is usually, just before I go to bed at night, I masturbate the lust away that I feel for him, otherwise who knows what I'd do without that release of incestuous sexual tension continuing to build.

I have this one fantasy where I imagine my brother barging in the bathroom just wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath, while I'm submerged in the bathtub and taking a bubble bath. If only he had opened the door a second before, he would have caught me naked, just getting in the tub and I wonder if that was his intension. 

"Jimmy! What the Hell are you doing? Get out! I'm taking a bath," I say feebly protesting, but suddenly excited with the thought of what he can see of me, while hoping he shows me more of himself.

"You're covered in bubbles, Susan. I can't see anything. I just wanted to talk to you and this is one way that I have your full attention."

He sits on the edge of the tub and just starts talking to me, as if I'm fully dressed. His bathrobe is parted and I can see most of his thigh, while hoping he'll show me a little more. It's wildly erotic wondering if he's going to accidentally on purpose flash me his cock, which he always has a way of doing, whenever I least expect it. I'm a little excited that he's there, while I'm naked beneath the water, but the bubbles hide him from seeing any part of me that he's intent on seeing, no doubt. Only, while talking to me, he suddenly stands, removes his bathrobe, and starts masturbating right there in front of me.

"Jimmy! What the fuck? What are you doing? Stop that. That's disgusting. Are you crazy? You better not get cum on me."

What can I do but watch? I can't get up out of the bathtub without having him see me naked. Then the bubbles start disappearing and I know with each bursting bubble, he's seeing more of me, while he masturbates faster and faster. 

"You make me horny, Susan, seeing you sitting in the bathtub and knowing that you're naked beneath all those bubbles. I want you to watch me cum."

"Then, get out, if I make you horny. I don't want to watch you masturbating," I imagine saying in my dream, even though I'm enthralled with watching him masturbating and excited about the thought of finally seeing him spurt a load of cum from his cock. "Eww. Gross. Mom! Dad!"

"No one is home, Susan. We're alone."

Then, the dream ends without anything more happening. I've had the same dream a few times now and it always ends the same way. I wake up before he finishes masturbating. It would have been hot if he shot cum everywhere, especially in my bath water and I jumped up with the feigned shock of having his cum touch my naked body. It would have been hot if I exposed my naked body to him, or it would have been so hot to have him grab my hand and force me to masturbate him, or if he put a hand around the back of my head and force me to blow him, but I have no control of my dreams and fantasies in that way. They just happen when I least expect it, usually, right after I masturbate, and after falling to sleep.

When masturbating myself, I've imagined my brother feeling me up and sucking my nipples. My nipples are very sensitive, especially sensitive. They are one of my many erogenous zones and I love having my nipples touched, played with, and sucked. Definitely, I'd suck his cock if he ever touched my nipples. If he continued touching my nipples, I'd even allow him to cum in my mouth and I'd swallow his cum, too. I'm such an incestuous cum slut.

I'm making myself horny just by thinking about my brother sucking my nipples. Now that I think about it, I wonder if my brother takes after my Dad. I wonder if my Dad has a big cock, too. I wouldn't know, as I've never seen my Dad's cock, but chances are, if we get this Earth Day nude family photo shoot modeling job, even if we only audition for this job, I'll be seeing Daddy's cock. 




Daddy, Don't Look!  I'm Naked.



"Oh, my God."

I'm excited and embarrassed at the same time just thinking about getting naked in front of my Dad and my brother. Yet, I'm not so embarrassed to admit that, just as I look at my brother's cock every time he exposes it to me, I'd look at my Dad's cock, too, if given the opportunity. Now that I've seen my brother's cock more than a few times, I'm more than a little curious what my Dad's cock looks like.

I know my brother would go wild with lust and desire to not only see me naked but also to see my Mom naked, too. Since my brother looks like a younger version of my Dad, I wonder if it would sexually excite my Mom to see her son naked, as well. Who knows? Maybe she has already. Taking that one step further, since I look like a younger version of my Mom, I wonder if it would turn my Dad on to see me naked? Who knows? Maybe he's been spying on me and has already seen me naked. It wouldn't surprise me if my Dad has a camera installed in my bathroom or in my bedroom videotaping me, while he masturbates watching me get dressed and/or undressed. 

In hindsight, having seen my brother's cock more than a few times is just too coincidental. Either he jerks off all the time or he purposely exposes himself to me, when hearing me come upstairs with his clean laundry to put away. I know my Mom has caught him jerking off a few times, too. When I caught my brother masturbating the last time, I told my Mom and she went upstairs to talk to him, yet, again.

Now, that I think about it, she was in his room for a long time with the door closed. Wouldn't it be something if she was giving her son a hand job? Wouldn't it be something if she was giving him a blowjob? Who would know what they did behind closed doors? To be honest, it wouldn't surprise me if my Mom was doing my brother.

"Eww."

The thought of my Mom touching my brother's cock, sucking my brother's cock, grosses me out, but excites me at the same time. Maybe I'm jealous, but I guess I'd do my brother, if I was horny enough, which I am now, or drunk enough, which I need to be. If nothing else, it's the fantasy that makes me hot enough to masturbate myself over it.

When my Mom finally came downstairs, she said that she talked to him about being more discreet and to lock his door, whenever doing that behavior. She also told me to always knock before opening his door, but it's sometimes difficult when you're carrying all his clean laundry, laundry that he should be doing himself. Why does he get out of doing the laundry? He doesn't do anything around here.

Then, there's my Dad. When I walked in the office, I caught him looking at naked women a few times. He apparently doesn't know how or doesn't care enough to bother to erase his cookies because he's been reading incest stories on a site called Literotica. I never heard of that site before, but I know what it is now.

"Eww."

Discovering that my Dad is into incest makes me wonder if he thinks of touching me or if he has thoughts of me sucking his cock or fucking me, even. Just as I'd never allow my Dad to fuck me or even touch me sexually, I'd never suck my Dad's cock. That's just so wrong. That's just so nasty. I don't know, maybe if I was stuck on a deserted island with just my Dad, like in the remake of that movie, Swept Away with Madonna, I would. Yet, even though I'm excited about seeing Daddy's cock, it sometimes grosses me out just to think of my Dad's cock.

It would be so weird to have him touch me in a sexual way. Only, now that I've had thoughts about sucking Daddy's cock, I'm thinking about what it would be like to stroke my Dad's cock, before sucking it. Just because I think about blowing my Dad doesn't mean that I'd actually do it. I'm not depraved. I'm not an incestuous slut. I'm just horny. I'm just having a normal sexual fantasy is all, albeit an incestuously sexual one. If men can have sexual fantasies about their mothers, why can't women have sexual fantasies about their fathers? 

Maybe while masturbating, my Dad thinks of my brother with my Mom. Wouldn't that be something. Maybe he thinks of my brother touching my Mom and my Mom fucking and sucking my brother's cock. With his obvious interest in reading incest stories, maybe he puts my Mom up to having sex with my brother, so that she can tell him all about it later. Nah, that's too fucked up. That's ridiculous. My Dad's perverted, but I don't think he's that perverted. Gees, I didn't think of this until now, but maybe he thinks of my brother. Maybe he thinks of my brother blowing him or him blowing my brother.

"Eww. Gross. That's just too nasty to think of that thought for very long."

My Dad's sudden bizarre sexual behavior that now extends to having his family pose nude for an Earth Day advertising campaign for the Wholesome Family Foods Company makes me wonder if he's going through the change of life. He's old to me, but he's not that old, really. He's only 46-years-old and my Mom is 44-years-old. He's probably too young to be going through the change.

Maybe he's just revisiting his youth by trying to relive it. Even though he's lived through the sexual revolution, once already, this is a new sexual revolution, of sorts, for him. When he was sexually maturing, they didn't have desktop computers, the Internet, and X-rated photos and videos when he was growing up. Back then, they only had Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, and strip clubs. Now everyone who wants can be entertained with X-rated pornography around the clock in the privacy of their own home. 

After my Dad talked to us, my Mom, my brother, and me about the potential Earth Day nude family photo shoot modeling job, he left the ad on the living room table downstairs for all of us to read and I read it again.

"Wanted wholesome family to do Earth Day nude family photo shoot advertisement. All family members must be 18-year-old or older. If accepted for the job, you'll be paid nude modeling wages of $300 per hour for each family member for print ads and more compensation, in addition to residuals, if the photo shoot is picked up by an ad agency for televised commercial use."

When discussing the potential job possibility, there was no discussion about how we'd feel about posing nude together, as a family, and being naked in front of one another. No one protested, that's for sure. Yet, no one asked any questions either. If my reaction was the same as the rest of us, my Mom and my brother, we were all just kind of silently stunned. In the past, without question, we all just blindly accepted that we'd go along with whatever Daddy wanted us to do. He expected us to and we all just accepted that we'd pose naked, without question and without protest, which is how we normally handle things around here. 

Certainly, in the way that my brother masturbates, he surely had no reservations about removing his clothes in front of me, his sister, and our mother. Certainly, in the way that my Dad wants to make quick and easy money without working, and now to discover his taste for reading incest stories, would allow him to get naked in front of me and my brother, as well as enjoying seeing me or my brother naked, whichever one of us interests him more. Then, as I suspect, if my mother has already had sex with my brother, she'd have no objection to removing her clothes in front of him.

Having mixed emotions of excitement and embarrassment, I seem to be the only one struggling with the prospects of posing naked in front of my family and having my family see me naked. With all the incestuous thoughts, you'd think that I'd be looking forward to getting naked in front of my Dad and my brother. Only, it's because of the thoughts of being naked in front of my Dad and my brother and seeing them naked, too, that has preoccupied my mind with incest. I don't know, I'm so confused.

Nonetheless, I suspect we all felt the same way about it. We all felt a little embarrassed, awkward, even, but excited at the same time, even though none of us admitted we were excited. Putting the chance for making some easy money aside, as I said before, seriously, what wholesome family would pose naked together? It would have to be a family of nudists, or a family so desperate for money that they wouldn't care what they had to do, even strip naked, or a family like our family, a bunch of incestuous perverts, who'd jump at the opportunity to pose naked together and maybe even be coerced and cajoled to have sex with one another, so long as the price is right. We could justify posing naked, no doubt, as being artfully done, along with the excuse with more justification really, that it was a way for us to earn some easy money, while hoping for other opportunities to make even more money.

Feeling as dysfunctional as the fictional family, The Royal Tennebaums, I couldn't help but feel a little like the oddball Margot Tennebaum, as played by Gwyneth Paltrow, in the quasi-incestuous relationships she had developed with the male members of her family. I blame my Dad. As usual, much in the way that Royal Tennebaum was the ruin and abomination of his family, my Dad was the catalyst for all of this. He was the one eager and desperate enough for money to want to have us model nude. As the shepherd of our little incestuous flock, what did he care? In truth, what did it really matter? As his obedient lascivious little lambs, why should we care? He called and made an appointment for us to audition and we followed his lead.

"Baaa baaa."

The tag line read, let it all hang out. Talking about their foods and using us as a parody of their organic food products, if they look this good without their clothes, imagine what they look like fully dressed and sitting at your dining room table. They wanted to make the parallel that people who look good naked do so because they eat Wholesome Family Foods, that their foods were totally organic, and that they had nothing to hide. 

My friend Tiffany is a model and, although she's never done any nude modeling, lingerie modeling, or swimsuit modeling, for that matter, she's done some television commercials. She told me that if our ad was picked up for television, we'd have to sign a release with the photographer and hire a modeling agency to get a modeling agent and join SAG, the Screen Actors' Guild. Joining SAG could be pricy. We'd each have to pay the $2,277 initiation fee and the $116 yearly dues, but Tiffany said that the modeling agency would pay the upfront fees and reduce our earnings, until we paid back what we owed them.

Yet, if the ad campaign was a successful one and if they used our family again and again in commercials, we'd stand to make a very large amount of money from residuals, more than my Dad makes in a year. Besides, we could even become the spokes family for the Wholesome Family Foods Company and, if that happened, we stood to make a lot of money. Just as my Dad has already identified this as a viable chance to make a lot of money and for a the possibility of a new and successful career, I'm beginning to see this as the opportunity that it truly is. This one job could lead to big things and open another door to something else.

As far as nude models go, Tiffany told me that three hundred dollars an hour for nude print modeling is at the very bottom of the pay scale but excellent pay, nonetheless, considering that they pay inexperienced nude portrait models only about $15 an hour because, as I imagine, this photographer was looking for unknown and first time talent. Besides, catching my Dad's fever, I was starting to believe that this nude modeling job could be the start of something big, really big. Maybe, as a family and such a good looking family, at that, we'd be famous and they'd offer us a reality TV show or a sitcom television series. That's how things happen in Hollywood, fast, really fast. You never know. You just never know.

To be honest, I thought my Dad was nuts for even suggesting having his family pose nude for an Earth Day family photo shoot. Maybe I'm a bit paranoid, but who wouldn't be overly cautious around this family, but I was even starting to question if Daddy wasn't a closet pervert and had arranged this elaborate scheme just to see me, his daughter, naked, or his son naked, especially after I discovered that he was reading incestuous stories on Literotica and masturbating over them, later, in the bathroom.

"Eww."

I don't know, unless I'm horny and touching myself, it just gives me the creeps to think about being naked in front of my Dad and my brother. Definitely, without doubt, after the nude family photo shoot, after they've seen me naked, they'll be masturbating over what they saw of me, later. The thought of my Dad and/or my brother masturbating over seeing my naked body is a definite turn on, so long as I'm in a horny mood. If I'm not in a horny mood, I find the whole thing disgusting and it makes me sick to my stomach to think about my Dad and my brother ogling my naked bits and pieces and imaging me naked later, while masturbating. When I think more about it, the idea of either one of them seeing me naked and lusting over me is a gross thought.

Yet, then again, filled with mixed emotions and going back and forth from disgust to being aroused, all it takes for me to get horny again is when I think about seeing, stroking, and sucking my brother's cock or when I think about seeing my Dad's cock at the photo shoot. I'm up and down and all over the place about this nude family photo shoot. Feeling as if I'm having an anxiety attack, definitely, I'm nervous about getting naked in front of my family and who else knows will be there in the room with us. I think that part of my apprehension is hormonal. Admittedly, it's scary and exciting at the same time.

Now, with the thoughts of this nude photo shoot in my head, just like my brother, every night, before I go to sleep, I masturbate, while fantasizing about having sex with my Dad or my brother. Fucked up, I know, but it's just a sexual fantasy and no big deal. Having sex with either with my Dad or my brother would never happen in a million years. 

Then, one day, when I was alone in my room and touching myself, the thought of exposing my naked body to my Dad and my brother aroused me enough to get me off. Not knowing why I never thought of doing that before, the thought of exposing myself was a sexual epiphany of sorts. I was so sexually charged that I couldn't wait to do it.

I was so excited by the thought of flashing them, only I was nervous at the same time. How would I do it? What if they knew I was purposely flashing them? I'd be so embarrassed for them to know that I was just as perverted as they are.

I figured, if they were going to see me naked anyway, soon, why not have a bit of teasing fun with them, now? If nothing else, giving me the control, flashing them would set the stage for and ease me into this Earth Day nude family photo shoot. Flashing my Dad and my brother my body now, having them see naked bits and pieces of me now, would make me feel less embarrassed and awkward later. Besides, I'd have some hot, sexy fun in the process, while flashing them, which would give me something to masturbate over later.

I couldn't believe that I found the thought of exposing my ass, my tits, and my pussy to my Dad and my brother arousing. Not having a boyfriend and being horny all the time had suddenly turned me into an incestuous slut. I mean, certainly, I haven't done anything, yet, had incestuous sex with a blood relative, but I was having incestuous thoughts of having sex with my Dad and my brother. In many religions, as well as in the eyes of the law, sometimes, depending on the crime and where in the country and the world it happened, the thoughts of doing the crime are just as bad as doing the dirty deed. 

Calling it an innocent sexual fantasy, no doubt, I was trying to analyze and justify my reasons for having incestuous thoughts. Instead of just going with the flow and staying in the moment without questioning my motives so much, I was overanalyzing my sudden and newfound incestuous and lustful desire for my Dad and my brother too much. Maybe because it had been a while since I had sex, maybe because I was always so horny, apparently an inherent, genetic trait of this family, and maybe because I had the pleasure of such a horny and appreciative audience in my Dad and my brother, but it was then that I started my sexy teasing of them.

Whenever my Mom wasn't around, I was purposely careless about how I dressed or didn't dress around my Dad or brother and had numerous accidentally on purpose wardrobe malfunctions, where I flashed them my pussy, my ass, my tits, my panties and/or my bra.

"Oops, sorry, don't look. I'm so embarrassed," I said pretending to stumble and falling back on the couch to catch my fall, while my nightgown rose high enough to expose what they were hoping to see, my pussy.

It's so easy for a girl to get a man's interest, even when that man is her Dad or her brother, especially if that man is her Dad or her brother, sometimes. Flashing my body to them made me feel sexy, wanted, and desired. I was a baby bird just learning how to spread her wings and fly for the first time. Only, in my case, knowing full well that neither one of them would cross the incestuous line, hiding behind my protective layer of innocence and the fact that I was my Dad's daughter and my brother's sister, I was using them to learn how to be a sexy seductress.

If only they knew how wicked I really was. If only they knew I was flashing them on purpose. If only they knew I was having incestuous thoughts about having sex with them. Only, how would they know? They'd never know I was the vixen. By their thoughts of wanting to see more of me and wanting to have sex with me, no doubt, they were the ones guilty of an incestuous perversion and not me. They'd be more apt to figure that they were more guilty of looking at me and wanting to see my body than I was of guilty of wanting them to see me and showing them my body.

After being witness to her sexual antics for years, I had a role model to watch and from which to learn. Although my Mom was more of a coy cock teaser than she was a sexy seductress, I wanted to be a seductress. What's the difference between a cock teaser and a seductress? To me, a cock teaser is more crass and bold and a seductress is more sly and subtle. There's no question when a woman is a cock teaser, but a seductress will make you leave scratching your head, while wondering what she meant by her comment or action.

Not knowing where you stand with a seductress, you're always afraid to make a move for fear that you've misconstrued her sexual intentions and will embarrass yourself by taking the next sexually aggressive step. Whether teased by a coy cock teaser or a sexy seductress, it's all a big sexual game, after all, anyway. Whether it's with a friend, a stranger, my Dad, or my brother, it's all about sex.

Sex is the drug. Sex is the addiction. When we're not doing it, we're thinking about doing it. We can't stop thinking about it. Sex, sex, sex, everything in life is sex.

It's a fine art of sexuality and sensuality in learning how to be a seductress than it is in learning how to be a cock teaser. A cock teaser is easy. Those men who cannot differentiate between a cock teaser and a seductress aren't worth my time to sexually tease them, which is why I prefer going after older men. Older men more appreciate the fine art of a woman being a woman.

Most young men don't play the game correctly, don't even know the rules, yet. Too many young guys aren't even romantic in trying to seduce a seductress. They're just clumsy and inexperienced at best. In the meantime, while learning how to play the game of a sexy seductress, being that I already have my captive audience in house, I'll use my Dad and my brother as my poor suckers to improve my skills of seduction. 




Daddy, Don't Look!  I'm Naked.



Definitely, without a doubt, my Mom is a cock teaser. She's always flashing her big boobs at the drunken pool parties that she and my Dad have in the backyard. I don't know, not being married myself, never having been married, maybe my Mom is a cock teaser because, as a married woman, it's safer to be a cock teaser than it is to be a sexy seductress. More than once, I've seen our neighbors husbands' hands all over my mother's nearly naked, bikini clad body, while my Dad was busy feeling up the drunken wives of his neighbors.

What's the attraction? I don't get it? Why are we always looking to get sex from someone else and from someone new? We all have the same body parts? Isn't sex best when we're doing it with the one we love? Or do we get bored and need a fix from a new body, anybody will do for a quick screw and a hot suck.

Is that what I have to look forward to, when I'm my parents age? Will I be playing touchy feely with my neighbors, while lusting over my son and watching my husband lust over our daughter? It's all just nasty.

Some wholesome family we are. In reality, we're not wholesome at all. If only they knew how sexually depraved our family really is. For the sake of our new nude modeling career, for the sake of us making money stripping off our clothes, while pretending to be wholesome, I hope they never discover how my family acts in real life. I'd be so embarrassed.

I caught my drunken Mom, more than once, inappropriately touching someone else's drunken husband, while she allowed him to freely feel her tits and ass and explore her body with both his horny hands, before kissing her. She tried to pretend they weren't doing what I caught them doing, kissing, touching, feeling, and caressing, but it was obvious and fruitless to defend their innocence, when the man had a huge, bulging erection beneath his swim trunks. My Mom is such a slut.

"Eww."

Then, when they were in the pool or the hot tub, they were all in a sexual frenzy. It was like a neighborhood orgy. I'm sure my Mom gave more than one of her neighbors a hand job under the water, while he explored her naked tits or maybe touched her in between her legs and finger fucked her. Who knows? Maybe she even gave them blowjobs in the dark corner of the backyard, it's private enough.

I've watched my Mom walk out to the far end of the backyard and disappear behind a tree with someone's husband more than a few times. It's no stretch of my imagination to wonder what they were doing, when I could clearly see my Mom falling to her knees, before ducking behind the tree. My Dad was too busy with the neighbors' wives to notice what his wife was doing with the neighbors' husbands, and the neighbors' wives didn't care what their husbands were doing with my Mom, because they were doing the same with someone else's husband. With everyone in the neighborhood as sexually depraved as we are, maybe we are a wholesome family, after all, as wholesome as any other family.

My bedroom is in the back of the house and my bedroom window overlooks the backyard and the pool. I'd turn my light off and watch my parents from my bedroom window, before turning into bed and thinking about all that I just saw, while masturbating. My Mom and Dad thought I was sleeping, but I'd be spying and watching what everyone was doing. I had the perfect view. I sometimes even masturbated over the thoughts of wishing I was down there being felt up, while giving some older guy, one of Daddy's friends, a hand job or a blowjob. Definitely, I'd have sex with some of my father's friends, they're hot, they're sexy.

As more of an opportunity to experience being the sexy seductress, I'd love to tease some of my Dad's friends. Maybe pretending to be embarrassed, I'd accidentally on purpose lose my bikini top and flash them my tits, while in the deep end of the pool with one of my Dad's sexy friends. Maybe, if I were drunk enough and horny enough, I'd stick my hand down his bathing trunks and feel his cock, while kissing him and allowing him to touch me everywhere and anywhere, as I masturbated him in the pool. 

There are some of my Dad's friends that I'd never consider touching, but there are others that I find really sexy and would give them the green light to feel my body, while I stroked their cocks, giving them a hand job, before falling to my knees and blowing them, and a few of them, I'd even allow to fuck me. If nothing else, it's erotic to fantasize about doing an older man, a man my father's age. Would I have sex with one of my father's friends? Definitely, so long as he didn't tell my Dad. I wouldn't want my Dad to know that I was attracted to older men. He might get ideas about me.

In the meantime, I wanted to have some sexy fun and teasing my Dad and my brother was what I had in mind. For me to tease them, I had to separate them. I knew they wouldn't tattle on me, but I didn't want one to know that I was teasing the other. It was easy to tease these two horn balls, especially when I had them to myself.

With my nipples making their hi-beam appearance, the dark silhouette of my pubic hair clearly visible, the outline of my ass crack noticeable from behind, and all of my body parts practically in plain view, actually, through my sheer nightgown, especially whenever I leaned over, I was ready for some flashing fun. All that it took for me to accomplish my flashing and teasing techniques was not to wear panties nor a bathrobe over my short, sheer low cut nightgown. I mean, I didn't want to make it look too obvious and my sexy nightgown was obvious enough, especially when I walked by the bright light of the television, leaned in the open door of refrigerator, or stood in front of the big, bay window with the sunlight shining through, while pretending to be picking up the house or dusting. I could feel them leering at me, as if they were counting my pubic hairs and I'm sure that they clearly saw enough of me that they could count my pubic hairs.

Yet, I was in my own house with my Dad and my brother. If I couldn't feel comfortable walking around in my nightgown here, where else would I feel comfortable? Without doubt, my Dad and my brother would never suspect me, the obedient daughter and the innocent sister, of purposely flashing them. It was the perfect teasing scenario and a way for me to have some sexy fun, before the Earth Day nude photo shoot.

For sure, they'd think that they were the degenerates for looking and not think that I was the cock teaser for showing. Making my flashing appear accidental, whatever they thought would emanate from their dirty minds and not from them thinking that I was purposely flashing them. If they thought anything, besides being happy and thrilled for the sexy show, they'd be the guilty ones for thinking dirty thoughts about their daughter or about their sister. Accidentally on purpose flashing them was a perfect plan and I couldn't wait to try it.

A way for me to continue to play miss innocent, later in the day, I'd wear short skirts and loose low cut tops around the house, while bending over a lot and acting oblivious to their leering stares. Both those horn balls spent their time looking up my short nightgown at my ass and pussy, up my short skirt at my thong or bikini panties, looking down my low cut nightgown at my tits, and down my blouse at my bra. I dare say, pretending I didn't know that I was showing, pretending that I didn't notice them looking, was as much erotic fun for me, as it was for them, no doubt. I had hot fun flashing them.

Admittedly, it was very arousing to think of what they may have seen of me. Later, when I was alone in my room and touching myself, while masturbating, I'd think about having flashed them or what I was going to do next to flash them, before falling asleep for the night. It was sexy fun playing the dirty daughter and the naughty sister. I felt sexy in the way they looked at me.

As much as I had been masturbating and having sexy dreams, I'm sure that I gave them plenty to masturbate over and dream about, too. The thing that I liked about flashing them and unmercifully teasing them, by pretending that I was oblivious to what I was showing and what they were seeing, is that I felt that I had total control over them. At least, that is, I thought I had total control over them. 

With my constant horniness taking control over me in instigating my newfound addiction to flash my body and masturbate over what I showed and what they saw later, before falling asleep, it was then that I realized that I was the one being controlled. My Dad and my brother were controlling me by the need that I felt for flashing them and masturbating afterwards. With the rash of sudden, sexy dreams that I was having about imagining seeing my brother and my father naked and them seeing me naked, the thoughts of this Earth Day nude photo shoot was making me crazy with incestuous lust. Because of the emotional trepidation I was having over the thoughts of getting naked in front of my Dad and my brother and because of the excitement that I was feeling exposing myself to them these past few days and thinking about them being exposed to me at the photo shoot, it was in my realistic dreams how they turned the tables on me. My brother was the first to do it.

My Mom was out working her part-time job and my Dad was working, too. They wouldn't be home for a few hours. My brother and I didn't have classes and we were home alone, a dangerous situation for a brother and sister, who are sexually attracted to one another. It was the perfect opportunity for him to expose his cock to me, which I knew he would, he always does, and which he did, when coming out of the shower and pretending he lost his grip on his towel and accidentally on purpose dropped it. 

"Eww. Jimmy, that's so gross," I said pretending that I was revolted by the sight of his cock. Have you no shame? You're always flashing me your cock," I said lambasting him, while giving me a reason to stare longer at his exposed prick. "You're so perverted."

"And you're always looking, staring at it, actually. You're the perverted one for staring at my cock."

"Am not. I don't stare at you cock," I said, while staring at his cock. "Just pick up your towel and cover yourself or I'll tell Dad."

"I don't care. Tell Dad. He's more of a pervert than I am."

My brother is such a pervert, but I'm aware of all his flashing tricks. He thinks he's being subtle, but he's so obvious. Now it was my turn. I returned to my room and closed my door. With my parents not home, it was my perfect opportunity to flash and tease him, too. I just had to think of a way to do it, without making it look obvious.

With me pretending that I didn't know I was showing, it was more sexy fun for him to think that he was seeing some part of me without my knowledge. I wanted to tease him enough, so that he'd go to his room and masturbate. Then, with him masturbating in his room, I know, for sure, that he was masturbating over what he had just seen of me. Meanwhile, I'd be in my room masturbating over the thought that he was in his room masturbating over me. Convoluted, I know, but it excited me to know that Jimmy was in his room masturbating over what he had just seen of me. Only, he didn't even give me the chance to come up with a flashing plan and to play the role of sexy seductress; he took the upper hand by playing the role of male seducer. 

While walking around in just his short bathrobe with nothing underneath, he came in my room, something he never does when dressed so inappropriately. Surprised by his sudden visit, I was laying on my bed on top of the covers in my short nightgown pretending to read my book, while thinking about how I was going to flash my brother. I saw him looking at the dark spot my pubic hair and nipples made in my sheer nightgown. The way he leered at me made me wet knowing how much of me he could see and I couldn't wait to masturbate over that later. He never removed his stare from me and it was arousing to think that my brother wanted me and was lusting over me. Without doubt, I was earning my wings as a sexy seductress.

He sat on the edge of my bed and we were talking like any brother and sister would and I don't even remember how it began or what I had said to instigate it, but he started tickling me. Oh, my God, I'm so ticklish and I couldn't stop laughing. With my legs flopping around in the way of a fish out of water, it didn't take very long for my nightgown to climb nearly up to my waist. I didn't have to look down to know that my trimmed pussy was exposed to my brother. This was the first time that he had such an up close view of my pussy, I could feel the air tingling my pubic hair and I saw him looking, staring, actually. I was so excited knowing that I was so exposed to him.

Jimmy continued tickling me. It made me so wet and horny knowing that I was flashing him my pussy. Excited that he was staring at my pussy, I couldn't wait to masturbate over this sexy interaction later.

Apparently, he didn't want the flashing show to suddenly stop either, so he continued tickling me, while looking at all that I was exposing to him. I was waiting for him to touch me, hoping that he would, but I was glad that he didn't. I think he would have grossed me out if he touched my pussy and crossed the incestuous line. It's one thing to flash your brother and for your brother to look and to see what you're flashing him, but another thing to touch one another. 

Two can play this game and while he continued tickling me, I pretended that I didn't notice that my nightgown was as high as it was and that he could see as much of me as he could. That was when I turned the tables on him and started tickling him. Almost immediately, his bathrobe came undone, which is why he came in my room anyway, just wearing his bathroom. His intention was to flash me his cock. Wanting to see more of him, hoping to see his cock closer than I had ever seen it before, I continued tickling him, until his bathrobe had fallen wide open. I knew that it would, just as I knew he'd make no attempt at maintaining his modesty by retying his bathrobe. Surely, he knew his bathrobe was wide open and his cock was exposed to me.

There it was. His dangling cock, his balls, and his pubic hair was in total view to my leering eyes. He was already half hard, sporadically pulsating, and growing harder. I stared at it, while continuing to tickle him. By the look of excitement on his face, he knew his cock was exposed to me and that I was looking. How could he not know?

Seeing his cock made me so horny and I could feel myself getting wet. I stared at his pubic hair and his big hairy balls. Then, with me paying more attention to staring at his cock, then to where I was ticking him, unexpectedly, it happened.

With his big cock right there and in the way of me trying to tickle his waist, when I went to tickle him, I accidentally grabbed his cock. Suddenly, his twitching cock had grown monstrous in proportion and was hard to the touch. As I reached to tickle him, I suspected he turned and twisted his body so that my hand would come in contact with his erection and boy did it ever.

It was a brief touch, but because I was so hot and horny to touch it, it was a longer touch than was necessary. It was as if I was feeling a big banana in the supermarket and my hand remained there and in contact with his cock long enough to feel how hard he already was and long enough for him to notice that I had grabbed his big prick. In actuality I had wanted to grab his prick, but I didn't have to courage to cross the incestuous line by touching my brother's cock, which would explain why I was slow to release my hand from his cock. Glad that I grabbed it, glad that he turned and twisted his body to put his cock in the way of my hand, we were one step closer to reaching the point of no return. Immediately, he had quite the unexpected reaction.

"I can't believe you grabbed my cock, Susan," he said laughing and looking down at his exposed and now fully erect prick, before looking up at me with a shit eating grin on his face. He watched me staring at his cock. I couldn't help it. I couldn't look away, when he made no attempt to close his bathrobe and hide his erection from me. Having turned the tables on me, taking control of the situation, he was enjoying this incestuous teasing, as much as I was. 

"It was an accident," I said. "You practically put it in my hand by turning and twisting your body towards me. You wanted me to grab your cock, you pervert. Eww, gross, Jimmy. I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe you made me touch your cock."

"Touch my cock, my ass. You grabbed my cock. You practically gave me a hand job. You talk about me. You're the perverted one grabbing my cock like that." In a devious plan to make me stare at his cock closer and longer, he looked down at his prick and said, "Look. You left your fingerprints on my prick."

"I did not leave my fingerprints on your prick," I said staring at his cock, while knowing full well that I didn't leave fingerprints on his cock, but using the opportunity that he presented to me as an excuse to stare longer at his big prick, I did.

"You did. Right there. See? You left a mark," he said pointing and holding his cock up and out for my inspection and hoping, no doubt, that I'd look closer and stare at it longer, which I did, and grab it again, which I didn't. 

"It was an accident, you pervert. Put it away, then, Jimmy. I really don't want to see that thing," I said staring at it.

I couldn't stop staring at my brother's cock. It was so big and I was so horny. I so wanted to reach out and touch it and stroke it.

"Then, why are you staring at it?"

"I am not staring at it," I said looking away briefly, before staring at it again.

I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop looking at his big prick. I was hungry for it. He had made me so horny. His cock was right there, only inches away from my horny hand, and it was so big and I was so aroused. The first time I've seen his prick this close up, I just wanted to reach out and touch it, feel it, and stroke it, before sucking it.

"Touch it," he said leaning forward and moving his exposed cock closer to my hand.

"No," I said recoiling, but resting my hand on his naked knee.

"C'mon, Sis, let me feel your hand around it," he said turning his body more in my direction to give me an even better view of his exposed prick.

Oh, my God, especially with his invitation, I so wanted to reach out and grab it. It took all the control I had not to take his cock in my hand and start stroking him.

"No, I'm not going to touch your cock, Jimmy, you pervert," I said never removing my eyes from his big hairy prick.

Touch it? After already feeling it in my hand, I wanted to stroke it before sucking it. Only, I was afraid of making the first move. Knowing that it was inevitable and irrevocable, I'd knew we were about to cross the incestuous line and have hot sex, the kind of hot sex that only a lustful sister can have with her perverted brother.

"Please?"

He kept moving it closer to me and I kept staring at it. His prick was calling to me and he was begging me to touch him.

"Jimmy, I'm not going to give my brother a hand job. Eww. That's just so nasty. That's incest. What's wrong with you?"

"C'mon, it's just a hand job. A hand job is not really sex, Susan. Besides, I'm sure you've given plenty of hand jobs."

"I have, but this is different. You're my brother."

Even though I fluffed it down somewhat, my nightgown was still high enough up my thighs that he had a clear view of my pussy from where he was sitting and it made me excited to know how much of me he could still see. Even though I saw him looking, I pretended not to notice. I was already wet and I couldn't wait to masturbate over this little incestuous interaction, after he left my room. Yet, he persisted and I was so tempted to reach out and grab his cock again, before stroking it and maybe even sucking it.




Daddy, Don't Look!  I'm Naked.



"I'll do the laundry if you stroke my cock."

"You mean, you'll do your own laundry if I give you a hand job," I said with a laugh.

"Yeah, well, that's one way to put it," he said laughing, too.

I so wanted to give him a hand job. I really did. I so wanted to stroke his cock. I wanted to see him cum. I was so tempted to reach my hand out and satisfy both our lustful pleasures, but I controlled myself from doing so. Already standing on the line of what's appropriate behavior between a brother and sister, I was afraid to cross it. It's one thing thinking about having sex with my sibling, it's one thing flashing my sibling, but it's a whole new ballgame once touching and masturbating my brother.

I was so nervous and by this time, my hand was flat out and resting on his knee. In one quick tug, he pulled at my wrist and put my hand on his cock. Even though he surprised me by doing that, I didn't pull away nor resist his tug. I couldn't believe I didn't pull my hand away. Once I touched his prick again, once he put his cock in my hand, I couldn't pull my hand away. I wanted to touch and feel his big dick, as much as he wanted me to touch and feel his big dick, so I did. 

What the Hell? He was right. It's just a hand job. A hand job really isn't sex. I did it. I had crossed the incestuous line. I was so horny and his prick felt so good to touch that I didn't care he was my brother and this forbidden behavior was so wrong.

Slowly at first, I toyed with his penis, moving my fingers across the softness of his cock, while staring at it, before grabbing it to feel the hardness of his prick. Then, I started gently and slowly stroking him, before stroking him faster. It had been a while, since I felt a cock in my hand and it felt so good to feel his. Maybe because he was my brother, but I felt more excited stroking his cock than I did stroking any cock I remember stroking in the past. I had run the gambit from sexy seductress to cock teaser. Now, relegated to playing the incestuous slut sister, he watched my fingers touching and toying with the tip of his cock and teasing him, while stroking him.

Then, I pulled my hand away. Suddenly, maybe because I was grossed out or more correctly, maybe because the feel of his cock in my hand felt too good and I was enjoying stroking him too much, yet, for whatever the reason, I felt uncomfortable. This just wasn't right. It was so wrong. Even though I was excited, even though I was horny, even though I still wanted to give him a hand job and watch him cum, I felt sick to my stomach touching his stiff prick. He pulled my hand harder and higher this time, forcing it back on his now erect prick. 

We were in a tug of war and, by the deranged look on his face, he wasn't taking no for an answer. With the both of us looking down at his cock, I took his cock in my hand again and gently started stroking him again, this time a little bit faster. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. At that point, I just didn't care. I figured I'd just get it over with. Besides, I couldn't stop stroking him. I couldn't take my eyes of his erection, while giving him a hand job. He made me so horny.

It was no big deal really. It was just a hand job. Yet, it felt so good to touch my brother's cock in that way and really wanted watch him cum. I was curious how he'd be and how he'd react getting a hand job from of all people, his sister. I wanted to watch him get so excited that he'd lose control and explode cum everywhere. It had been a long while, since I felt a gush of warm cum coat my hand and, at this point, I was horny enough that I wouldn't care if that cum was my brother's cum. It was just something that I wanted to experience.

Then, he did it. He did the one thing that I needed for me to continue to give my brother sex. He reached his hand over and cupped my breast through my nightgown. My first impulse was to recoil and slap his hand away, but his hand felt so good, too good, on my breast. It had been a while, since anyone felt my tits and with my breasts, especially my nipples, being so sensitive to the touch anyway, I didn't have the control to stop him.

It felt good for him to touch me like that and I stared down at his hand and made no attempt to stop him, while I continued giving my brother a hand job. The more he felt my tits, the faster I stroked his cock. He was making me so hot. I stared down at his cock, while occasionally looking up at his face and then over at my tits to watch his hand and fingers. I couldn't believe I was masturbating my brother, while he was feeling my tits. Then, he started fingering my nipples through my nightgown. 

Oh, my God, it felt so good when he touched me like that and when he started fingering, squeezing, twisting, and pulling at my nipples. I couldn't believe he was touching me in that way. If only he knew how sensitive my nipples were. If only he knew I'd blow him, suck his cock, if he continued playing with my nipples. While still stroking him, now a little faster, I watched his fingers playing with my nipples and my nipples responding to his touch by popping out and growing as hard as his cock. I so wanted to watch him cum.

Then, I thought, maybe he knows how sensitive my nipples are. Maybe my Mom's nipples are just as sensitive as my nipples. Why not? Maybe he's played with Mom's nipples in the same way. Maybe he figures like mother like daughter. Maybe my Mom has given him a hand job and, maybe by playing with her nipples, is how she gave him a blowjob. Wow. Wouldn't that be something? Here I am with my brother's cock in my hand and his fingers on my nipples, while imagining my Mom having already given him a hand job and a blow job. Some wholesome family we are.

Nah, that's just so nasty. My Mom would never give her son a hand job and especially not a blowjob. How could she blow her own son? I'm so wicked to even think that. Yet, genetically the same, look at me, her daughter masturbating her brother. Suddenly, the thought that my Mom was doing my brother was feasible. By all of what she's already done with her neighbors' husbands, and in the way that she drinks and gets drunk, definitely, my Mom was slutty and horny enough to have sex with her son.

Still, the thought of Mommy crossing the incestuous line was so sickening exciting that I couldn't stop thinking that she had already masturbated her son, before sucking his cock. That's just so gross and so nasty of me to have those thoughts, yet I was having those thoughts, while stroking my brother's cock. How fucked up is this? Here I am, giving my brother a hand job, allowing him to play with my tits and finger my nipples, while thinking about sucking his cock and thinking about my Mom having already done the same.

"Jimmy, fuck," I said squirming, while rubbing my thighs together.

I was so hot. I was so horny. I couldn't wait to masturbate over the thought that I was stroking my brother's cock, while he was fondling my tits and fingering my nipples. Yet, enough was enough. This had gone too far. This needed to stop. I couldn't continue down this incestuous road because, once I gave Jimmy a hand job, he'd want a blowjob. No doubt, this brother and sister affair would escalate, until we made love and became lovers, and who knows, maybe even had a child together. This needed to stop now and only I had the control to stop it. 

"What? What's wrong, Susan? Don't stop, Sue. Don't stop," he said putting his hand back on my hand for fear that I'd pull away and stop masturbating him. Only, losing all control, not paying attention to the argument that had just run through my mind, as to why I shouldn't continue this incestuous affair with my brother, I was doomed.

"If you continue doing that, touching my tits and my nipples like that and in that way, I'll suck your cock. I swear I will. I really will, Jimmy. I'll fucking blow you," I said licking my lips, while making eye contact with him, before staring down at his cock. I so wanted to take him in my mouth.

Instead of ending it, I instigated it. I don't know why I said that, but as soon as I did, I was sorry that I had. Maybe I said that because I wanted him to continue fingering my nipples. Maybe I said that because I didn't want him to suddenly stop touching me in such a sexual way. Actually, what I really wanted was for him to suck my nipples. I needed to feel my brother's warm mouth and wet tongue on my nipples, so that I'd blow him.

As soon as I said that I'd blow him, if he continued fingering my nipples, taking the not so subtle hint, he increased his sexual assault on my nipples. It had been a while, since I'd had a cock in my mouth and maybe I said what I said, that I'd blow him, because I really wanted to feel his big prick in my mouth and really wanted to suck his cock. I love giving blowjobs. It's something I'm really good at doing. Yet, whatever the reason, I couldn't believe I said it. It was then that I knew, I meant it. I really wanted to blow my brother. I was so aroused and so horny that I was dying to suck my brother's big cock.

"Blow me, Susan. Stick my cock in your mouth. Suck it, Sis, you know you want to suck it. Blow me. I want to feel your warm, wet mouth, your soft full lips, and your skilled tongue on my cock."

He surprised me with his description. Maybe because he was so excited, but that wasn't like him at all to be so descriptive about anything. There was a pause where I stopped stroking him and looked at him, before looking down to watch him play with my nipples. He was driving me crazy touching my nipples like that. He made me so excited. Then, when he pulled the top of my nightgown down and forward enough to expose most of my breasts and nipples, I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd blow him. 

Oh, my God, I was so excited that I thought I'd explode. I looked at him staring at my exposed tits. I was so excited to show him my big boobs, while watching his fingers touch my nipples like that. His horny hands were all over my big tits. He was driving me crazy. I so wanted him to take my tits in his mouth and suck my nipples.

I wanted him to continue playing with my nipples because I could feel how wet I was getting. Already having crossed the line, gone way past the point of no return, I was so very aroused that I'd do anything at that point, even blow my brother. Who knows? Maybe in the way that I was so aroused, I'd even allow him to fuck me, so long as he wore a condom. I didn't want my brother making me pregnant, that's for sure. Then, when he resumed playing with my nipples was when I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. I couldn't believe I was actually blowing my brother, but I was. 

The things that I thought of, at the time that I thought of them, is beyond weird. It was then that I wondered if Marie Osmond sucked Donnie's cock or one of her other brother's dicks. I wondered if Janet Jackson sucked off Michael or one of her other brother's. I had crossed the forbidden line to incest and I didn't care. It felt too good to be so bad. I was sucking my brother's cock. I was blowing him. I was really blowing him.

He was so hard. He was so hot. He was so horny. I was so wet. I was so hot. I was so horny. 

"Before I blow you," I said momentarily removing his cock from my mouth to speak, "I have a question to ask you."

"What? Anything," he said.

He was so excited that he was out of breath and his face was flushed. At that point, he would so excited that he'd answer any question that I had asked, just for me to finish blowing him.

"Did Mom ever touch you like this?"

I continued stroking his cock, while watching the reaction on his face. I had taken a few courses in psychology in college and I could easily discern if my brother wasn't being forthcoming and truthful. There was no way he could lie to me. Knowing my brother's body language well enough, I could always tell when he was lying.

"Mom? What do you mean?"

He was being evasive, stalling for time to think. Only, I already knew that she had touched him in a sexual way. He was so transparent. I could tell by the surprised look on his face.

"Did Mom ever touch your cock, feel your cock, stroke your cock, and give you a hand job?"

He looked at me without making eye contact and I knew the answer before he even said it.

"She told me not to tell and if I tell anyone. She said it was our little secret." He looked at me with pathetic eyes. "You can't let her know that you know, too."

Oh, my God, I couldn't believe my Mom was jerking off my little brother, her own son. She's such an incestuous slut. She's such a horny bitch. Then, I thought, looks who's calling the kettle black? Here I am masturbating my brother, like mother like daughter. 

"Tell me. I won't say anything. I promise."

"Yeah, she's given me hand jobs before," he said looking away from my sisterly stare in a feeble attempt to hide his embarrassed guilt from me, no doubt.

"Hand jobs? She's given you more than one hand job? How many hand jobs has Mom given you, Jimmy?"

"Gees, I don't know, half a dozen, maybe, a dozen or more. I don't remember, Susan. I don't keep track of them."

"Really? Fuck you don't. It wouldn't surprise me if you wrote down the times and dates of every time she gave you a hand job," I said with a laugh. "All you guys are the same in the way you maintain your little black books, so much like a creepy, sexual journal."

I looked at him. I was in a bit of a daze with the thought that he was getting regular hand jobs from our mother. It was a weird feeling, but I was excited by the thoughts of my mother's hand firmly clasped around my brother's cock, while stroking him. The image of her hand slowly stroking him, before stroking him faster and faster, controlled my mind and was all that I could envision. I imagined my brother ejaculating warm cum all over my mother's hand. As much as I was disgusted by the thoughts of her giving her son a hand job, I was excited and impassioned by the thought of his warm cum coating her hand, while thinking that his cum would soon coat my hand, too.

"That's a good boy, Jimmy. Cum for Mommy." I could just hear her say that to him, coaxing him to cum, while she stroked him faster.

"Yeah," he said. "She comes upstairs when I'm drunk and getting ready for bed, after she's been drinking, too," he said looking ashamed but excited.

"So, tell me about the first time," I said curious how my Mom started down this incestuous path with her son, my brother.

"No, I'm embarrassed. I really don't want to talk about that stuff now, especially with you giving me a hand job."

"Yeah, well, if you want me to continue giving you a hand job, you'd better tell me," I said pulling my hand away from his cock.

"Okay, okay," he said. "I was drunk and she had come up to my room to lecture me about drinking. I remember stripping off my clothes in front of her. I didn't care. I was drunk. I just wanted to go to bed. Still, I remember being excited by exposing my cock to her, just as I remember being excited that she was staring at my cock," he said suddenly getting quiet and reaching for and putting my hand on his cock, again.

"Then, what happened?"

"I was so drunk that I went to bed naked, fell right on top of the covers, without even pulling a sheet over me. She was sitting on the edge of the bed talking to me and touching my chest, before moving her hand down to my stomach. Once she started touching my chest and my stomach, I got an erection. That was when she reached down and moved her hand in contact with my cock."

"How drunk was she?"

"She was drunk, but not falling down drunk. Definitely, she knew what she was doing."

"Then, what happened?"

"The feel of her hand against my erection made it pulsate. She got me so excited and I was so horny. I so wanted her to give me a hand job, but I remember feeling like such a pervert to even have that thought. How could I think that? How could I want that? She was my Mom," he said looking at Susan, as if he was about to cry.

"Don't feel bad, Jimmy. She wanted you, as much as you wanted her."

"Then, when she touched the tip of my cock with her fingers, before surrounding the head of my cock with her fingertips, while talking to me, I thought I was going to explode. I watched her toying with my stiff prick and then she took my cock in her hand and started fondling my dick, before stroking me. She told me that she could relax me and help me to sleep."

I played with his cock, slowly stroking it, and fingering the head of it, excited by his anticipated answer to my next question. Even though I had suspected my Mom had been giving Jimmy hand jobs, I still couldn't believe it. Nonetheless, the fact that my Mom was an incestuous slut with her son made me feel better about being an incestuous slut with my brother.

"What did you do for her?" Not answering my question, he looked at me, before looking away. Obviously, he was embarrassed that his mother gave him sex and that he was returning the favor, too. "Did you feel her tits? Did you play with her nipples in the way you are playing with mine? Did you fuck her?"

I figured if he responded affirmatively to these questions, then he'd respond affirmatively to the next question I was ready to ask him.

"God, yeah, I was all over Mom's big tits. I love her tits. She even let me suck them."

He looked at me with excitement, at first, before looking at me with embarrassment. He was reticent to continue, but I was curious to know more.

"Don't stop now. Tell me what happened next," I said enticing him and exciting him by stroking his cock faster.

"She'd come upstairs wearing her housecoat with nothing underneath and didn't stop me when I started unbuttoning her buttons. The more I played with her nipples, the faster she stroked my cock," he said making eye contact with me. "Like you, it excited her to have her nipples fingered and sucked. We never fucked, though. She was always afraid that you'd wake up and catch us."

"Did she ever blow you?"

He looked at me wide-eyed and he needn't respond. I knew she had.

"You can't tell Dad. He'd kill the both of us," he said looking away and looking down at my hand still grasping his stiff prick and playing with it with my fingers. "Besides, I think he knows already."

"Knows what already? What do you mean? He knows that Mom gave you hand jobs and that you played with Mom's tits? Does he know she blew you, too?"

"It's a pillow talking game they play. I think Mom tells him. They get off talking about it. I think it's something they are into, incest. Dad reads all those incest stories on Literotica. They both do."

"I knew Dad read incestuous stories, but I didn't know Mom was into incest, too. Eww. Gross. That's so nasty."

"How is it any different than what we are doing now?"

With the look he gave me, he made me feel dirty, but he was right. What difference was it, whether it was his sister giving him sex or his mother stroking his cock and giving him a hand job and a blowjob. It was still incest.

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe because you're my brother, I think it's more acceptable, expected even, that we have sex once, more than it is for a mother to have sex with her son numerous times."

"Incest is incest, Susan," he said giving me a smirk. "I feel just as excited getting a hand job from you, as I felt getting a hand job from Mom." 

"I know," I said, "but I need to justify my giving my brother a hand job, especially after just having had your cock in my mouth." We both fell silent for a minute. "I didn't know they had pillow talk over Mom giving you sex. That's kind of sick."

Jimmy looked at me with a surprised look. He looked perplexed, his normal state, now that I think of it.

"How do you know they read incest stories on Literotica?"

"I knew Dad did. I didn't know Mom was into it, too. Dad doesn't erase his cookies and he's left his screen open several times to masturbate in the bathroom, when he didn't know I was home or came home unexpectedly. They are like two horny teenagers." I looked at my brother, as I stroked his cock a little faster. "So tell me. Did Mom really suck your cock or are you just making up all this shit, so that I won't feel bad giving you sex and about blowing you?"