Carol’s facial expression changed from a furrowed grimace to one of delicious
delight. Knowing Peter was video-taping them made her more animated, more
expressive, her body movements deliberately lewd and open, giving the camera
complete access to her pleasure from John’s throbbing cock. She giggled
involuntarily, remembering when Mike had once said that she was a better actress
than most of the current female porn stars. It hadn’t taken long to realize that
she enjoyed displaying herself; having people get turned-on by watching her. She
was a exhibitionist and a voyeur! It all added spice to the actual act,
embellishing it, making each time uniquely different. She had no qualms about
performing a ‘brother, sister routine’ for her son and daughter astonished eyes,
in fact, she secretly welcomed it. It was a huge, instant turn-on!

Straddling her brother’s lap, as he sat in a straight- back chair, she felt his
strong hands pull her hips down into his crotch, grinding the base of his prick
against her wet hole; his coarse cock-hair rubbing against the tender outer lips
of her pussy. His cock wasn’t the biggest in the room, but it was very thick and
heavily ridged, almost rough, but after a year of having it spread the walls of
her cunt wide she could easily suck it deep into her pussy without a second’s
hesitation. It was now an old and dear friend.

Noise was all around her; jumbled conversations really, but she couldn’t fully
focus in on them. She was involved, but detached; a portion of her mind
reviewing the events of the morning. Despite her detachment, John’s cock sent a
shiver up her spine, making her grit her teeth. As her mind began to float, she
added additional expression to her flushed face – for Peter’s all-seeing camera.

Breakfast had turned into a farce before she could even serve the food! Mary had
come in, rubbing her sleepy eyes. One look around; her brother’s smirking face,
Marsha and Peter’s sheepish expressions and her glowing sister-in-law, Carol,
told her everything she needed to know. Silently, she mouthed the words, “Which
one?”

“Both!” Carol said aloud; her response drawing feigned expressions of
embarrassment from her laughing children.

In mock shock, Mike threw up his hands. “I only diddled Marsha!”

“Oh, shut up, you silly ass!” Mary snapped at her brother, “You’re lucky she
gave you a sniff after the poor girl found out how you callously seduced your
poor sister.”

Everyone laughed as Mary embraced her nephew and niece. “Oh, you lucky guys! All
of you! No regrets? Remorse? Recriminations?”

“None whatsoever,” Marsha said, looking at her brother with love and tenderness.

“Only that we had to wait so long,” Peter replied, “I’ve wanted her since I was
thirteen.”

“Thirteen! I wanted you when I was eight and you ten,” Marsha said, and kissed
him on the tip of his nose.

Mary hugged her brother and sister-in-law. “I’m so happy for you guys.
Everything in the open! What a relief!

“See,” she said, rambling on at Peter, “I said you should save it; you were
going to have a busy weekend. Hey, come to think of it, you had a busy night!
Both of you did!”

Mary grabbed Carol, almost making her spill the pancake batter she was mixing.
“Holy shit! John! He’s going to have a fit when he finds out.”

“Why?” Mike asked, sounding manly and protective.

Carol laughed outloud, and Mary gave her bother an arched eyebrow look. “Hey,
asshole! He was drooling over Marsha’s ass and tits more than you were. At least
I had a run at Peter, last night; he’s only had wet dreams.”

“Well, tough shit!”

“Oh, Aunt Mary,” Marsha gushed, “let’s goof on him before we tell him anything.
I really want to see his reaction.”

“Reaction, or erection?” Peter teased, surprised by his own candor and lack of
jealousy. Marsha would fuck uncle John, he knew that, just as he would screw
Aunt Mary again, but the fact didn’t interfere with the way he felt; not for
Marsha, or for his aunt, or his mother. He was truly amazed.

Before anyone could reply, John staggered in, his face reflecting his hungover
condition. He plopped, heavily, into a chair, grunted and made a face as girlish
giggles and unsympathetic snorts greeted him.

“Don’t fuck with a dead man! Where’s your pity?” he asked, mournfully.

Marsha winked at her fellow conspirators. “Let me get you some coffee, Uncle
John.”

Bending over to pour, Marsha, smiling innocently, deliberately let her robe fall
away, giving John a panoramic view of her spectacular chest. Everyone gaffewed
when he jumped up after spilling hot coffee in his lap.

“What the fuck …?” he yelped, jigging up and down as his bare feet danced in
the hot liquid spills.

Marsha slid the robe from her shoulders and let it slip to the floor.
“Surprise!” she said, spreading her arms.

The laughter reached side-splitting proportions as John’s expression went from
gape, to gawk, to flushed excitement; the wet coffee stain spreading from chest,
to crotch, to knees, giving his growing cock a brown tent cover.

The private joke was too much for them.