The Deep End

Squick alert: Contains sibling incest. Also contains references to anal sex, an eating disorder, and emotional trauma, but these are not graphically described.

This is my entry to the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025. I hope you find it enjoyable.

Everyone engaging in sex is over the age of eighteen and capable of providing informed consent.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and events in this story and actual persons or events is coincidental and unintentional.

Staying in the shallow end of the pool is safe. Sometimes, it's worth diving into the deep end and discovering it was worth it...

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"Wade? Wade!"

The voice floating down the stairs belonged to my twin sister, Blair. She wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow, but guess what?

I tucked my erection back into my underwear and hauled my jeans up as she clattered down the stairs. I pulled my T-shirt down and killed the porn tab I had open just in time. She appeared from around the corner as I was pretending to pull headphones from my head.

"You're going to go deaf." Blair stopped just short of the desk I was seated at. Def Leppard was blaring from the earpieces.

I jumped like she just scared the shit out of me. "Goddammit, Blair! What are you doing home?"

"I took off a day early. It's good to see you, too." She pushed my shoulder playfully.

I got to my feet and held my arms out. Blair almost tackled me in her haste to give me a hug. We hugged each other tightly, refusing to let go until the other surrendered. As usual, she loosened her hold first. I held on for a minute longer, just because.

There was a time, between the seventh grade and graduation, where any physical contact was measured in microseconds. We had been nearly inseparable before then. We were "chubby," as Mom put it, until puberty. When it hit, I lost the baby fat quickly but Blair didn't.

She became withdrawn and reclusive, refusing to go out beyond what was required of her. I didn't care how she looked, she was my best friend. She cared, though. As it turned out, too much.

The doctors she saw all said the same thing, there was nothing medically wrong with her. She would either outgrow it or not.

Blair began wearing oversized clothing, wearing her hair down over her face, and avoiding anything having to do with going out in public. Looking back, I probably could have tried harder but I followed her wishes. She was at least still speaking to me for a while.

Graduation came and went, and nothing changed. She still wore baggy sweats and oversized shirts, she rarely left the house, and we continued slowly drifting apart.

I was accepted to Boston College, Blair didn't even apply. She ended up going to Texas State University. Between her grades and lack of extracurriculars, her choices were severely limited. Her grades weren't that bad, they just weren't good enough to get into the big-name schools.

I was happy to see Blair at all. Before today, the last time I had laid eyes on her had been August three years ago, just before they flew to Texas to get her settled. We texted every now and then, holidays and our birthday, but that was it. I couldn't tell you the last time I had talked to her, maybe our twenty-first birthday last year.

The Blair standing in front of me was very different from the Blair I remembered. Her hair was still long but now I could see her face. I hadn't seen her smile in years but she had a genuine one now.

There were a lot of things I wanted to say. Right now wasn't going to be the best time to say any of it, though.

"You look good." It was dumb but it was honest. Blair looked healthy and happy for the first time in years.

"Thanks, so do you." Blair hugged me again, even tighter than the first time. The old Blair would have deflected the compliment or contradicted me.

I didn't have a clue how to respond. When Mom told me that Blair was coming home for the summer, I was dreading the whole thing. I expected more of the same old Blair. Angry, mopey, bitter.

"I'm going to take my stuff upstairs and change. Don't go anywhere." Another hug and she disappeared up the stairs. "Don't tell them I'm home, I want to surprise them."

"Sure, no problem." I sat back down in the chair, staring blankly at the monitor. The familiar churning in my gut returned. Which Blair was coming back this time?

I absentmindedly deleted my browser history while I sat there. I hadn't needed to do that in a while. I didn't want her to know how far I had sunk.

I belatedly realized that the music was still playing from the headphones so I killed that tab, too. Old memories kept replaying of Blair losing her shit at somebody over what seemed like nothing, going from civil to bitch like flipping a switch.

I had almost given up hope that I would have any kind of meaningful relationship with Blair. Actually, that's not true. I had given up on having a meaningful relationship with anybody, especially Blair. I compensated by fantasizing way too much.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs brought me back to reality. Blair skipped off the last step and turned the corner, announcing, "I'm back!"

The person standing in front of me had Blair's face and her voice. The rest left me speechless.

Her T-shirt was black, fitting snugly over her shoulders and upper biceps area. It was tucked into her jeans, flowing over her breasts and highlighting a slight bit of muffin top at the waist. Her jeans fit perfectly, showing a waist to hip ratio that was almost perfect. Her legs looked amazing. Blair performed a little spin and her backside was just as incredible as the front.

"You okay?" Blair sat down on the couch across from me.

My mind was trying to cope with something it had never seen before and failing miserably at it. "Gah."

"Really, Wade?"

I swallowed a couple of times before I could speak. "I've never seen you dressed like this. It's a lot to take in."

The second I said it, I regretted it. Any reference to size was a trigger, guaranteed to set her off. "I didn't --"

"It's okay, really. I know what you meant." Her smile confused me for a second, I was still expecting an explosion. "It's different, huh?"

I nodded. Blair's hands twisted nervously in her lap while my brain threatened to self-destruct trying to come up with something intelligent to say.

"You look incredible, Blair. Like you should be a model or an actor."

Blair blushed and smiled. "You should see your face. I guess I should have warned you first."

"No warning could prepare me for this."

Blair blushed even more. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes and she awkwardly cleared her throat. "The reason I came home a day early was to talk to you without having to deal with Mom and Dad."

Blair shifted on the couch. "We need to talk. It's not something we can cover in an afternoon, it's going to take some time. I'm asking you to be patient, I probably don't have the right to but I'm asking anyway."

She picked at one of the seams on her jeans and continued, "Saying that I'm sorry won't make up for the last few years. I know we can't go back or start over but I really want to try to be family again. I was hoping you want that, too."

"I would like that. You don't know how happy I am that you're feeling better." Once again, the automatic cringe response kicked in. "Sorry, I wasn't trying --"

"Wade, it's okay. I know what you meant. I am feeling better. You don't have to watch everything you say anymore. I'm not that fragile."

Blair stood up and pulled me to my feet. "I'm hungry, take me to lunch." She wrapped her arms around me tightly and held the hug. I responded by awkwardly putting my arms around her. "Is the burger place in Plymouth still there?"

"As far as I know. I haven't been in a while." I picked up my phone and did a quick Google search. "This says yeah."

We headed up the stairs, Blair leading the way. I tried not to stare as her ass swayed back and forth, instead focusing on the stairs in front of me.

It was a short drive from where we lived in Duxbury to Plymouth. The burger joint we loved as kids was still there, I think the same people were still working there. We ordered and sat down.

Conversation was just a little awkward until we started talking about school. Blair was getting her degree in hospital administration, like Mom. She had a couple of classes left and then a residency.

I was studying accounting. Dad was an orthopedic surgeon in private practice, a senior partner in the medical group he helped start. Medicine wasn't my thing, I preferred the certainty of numbers. I was on track to graduate in five years. My grades were above average and I would probably get a few offers.

We had lapsed into another slightly uncomfortable silence when the door chimed. Blair looked up and tensed up, the hand holding her drink twitched, rattling the ice.

It was Elliot Schultz and Avery Morgan. I had been friends with Elliot in grade school but we had sort of drifted apart in middle school. We were still on good terms, I saw him occasionally around campus.

Avery was another matter. She had never gotten along with Blair and had become one of her worst bullies after puberty.

Since we were almost finished, I began collecting our trash and praying they hadn't seen us. It didn't take.

"Hey, Wade! Who's the -- holy shit, Blair! Looks like Texas agreed with you. You remember Avery, don't you?"

Blair smiled at a completely confused Avery. "Hi, Avery. How are you?"

"Good. You?" Avery's tone was at least polite. I wondered if I had looked that out of it when I first saw Blair. It was more than just a little funny to watch.

"I am doing well, thank you. You still look great." Blair never broke eye contact, which appeared to unnerve Avery even more than the compliment. Her voice was cheerful and pleasant as she spoke.

"Th-thanks. So do you." Seeing Avery caught off guard was worth the drive itself. Blair picked up the trays as Avery led Elliot toward a table on the other side of the room. He still managed to get a long look at Blair coming and going.

Blair waited until we were outside, getting in the car. "I thought you guys were friends."

"We're friendly. I see him around campus sometimes. Didn't know he was hanging out with Avery, though."

"She hasn't changed much. She was banging away on her phone before she even sat down. So much for the element of surprise."

I laughed. "I don't think anybody will believe her until they see it for themselves. I thought Elliot's eyes were going to fall out. Fucking horndog."

Blair gave me a sidelong glance. "At least he didn't try to hit on me."

"This time. Next time he doesn't have Avery tagging along, he'll shoot his shot."

We were quiet the rest of the way to the house. I didn't know what to talk about, to tell you the truth. We were two strangers from the same womb now. I knew what she used to like but nothing about what she liked currently.

Blair disappeared upstairs so I headed back down to the basement. I had an unfinished jack session I wanted to get back to, that short had looked promising and I thought the girl was pretty cute.

I reopened the tab I had closed earlier and settled into the chair with a few tissues handy. Before I could get my pants undone, I heard Blair walk across the floor above me, headed for the stairs. So much for that.

I closed the browser completely and started one of my driving simulators. Blair came down the stairs and sat on the couch behind me. She was wearing a long wrap and flip-flops, her legs looked well-tanned.

"When did you move down here?" She looked around casually.

"Right after you left. It's quieter down here." Our parents were pushing fifty but you wouldn't know it by their sex life. Mom had a filthy mouth and wasn't afraid to use it.

Blair snort-laughed. "I'll bet. Dad said the pool was ready to go. It's nice out so let's go hang out there instead of in here."

"I guess we could do that, if you have the code." When we were younger, we practically lived in the pool. Dad had the security fence and gate put in to keep us out unless one of them was around to keep an eye on us. They still used the pool regularly. I hadn't been in it in years.

"It's the same as it always was." Our birthday, except backwards. "Hurry up and change." Blair stood up and headed for the stairs.

"No trunks. I haven't been swimming in a long time." I shrugged.

"Then put on a pair of shorts. Just don't do any diving."

"Nah, you can swim, I'll play lifeguard." Once upon a time, I had been as tan as she was. If I went outside dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts now, I would be visible with the naked eye from the Space Station.

Blair's disappointment was brief but obvious. She recovered quickly, though. "Sounds like a plan. Let's go."

This time, I went up first, stopping at the fridge for a few bottles of water. She had draped her towel over a chair by the door. The bottle of sunscreen was on the table next to it.

There weren't many clouds in the sky and the outdoor thermometer said seventy-six. The breeze was nice and gentle, so it was very comfortable sitting in the sun. Dad kept the pool at seventy-eight degrees as the minimum so Blair wouldn't have a heart attack jumping in.

I pulled a deck chair over to the side to sit, putting the water bottles on the little table. Blair dropped her wrap and my brain short-circuited again. She was wearing a dark green one-piece that was conservatively cut. There was now no question whatsoever that my sister was built.

I quickly looked away as she dove gracefully from the side. When she surfaced, she rolled over onto her back and did the backstroke for a few laps, followed by the breaststroke, and finished with a dozen laps of the crawl. I had never seen anyone look so graceful in the water.

"You should get in, it's perfect." I would have been too winded to speak but it didn't seem like she was breathing very hard.

"I'm good, I'm wore out just watching you."

"It's not much fun by yourself. You used to love swimming." Blair made treading water look effortless.

"It's been a while. Not really into it now."

Blair climbed out of the pool just as gracefully as she had dove in. She sat down in another deck chair while she dried off and applied sunscreen.

"So what do you do for fun, Wade? Besides sit behind that computer." I tried not to stare as she covered the exposed skin of one leg with the lotion. The last time I had seen Blair in a bathing suit of any kind, we had been sixteen. I found her sunbathing by the pool, she thought she was the only one home. That was the last time I saw her anywhere near the pool. She had screamed, ran in the house, and accused me of spying on her to our parents.

I had only been checking on her, I knew she was home, but her bedroom door was open and she wasn't inside the house. I saw her by the pool on the security camera and went to check on her.

"Pretty much just that." Well, that and jerk off to porn a lot. She didn't need to know that part.

"No girlfriend?" From the tone, I could tell she had been talking to Mom. Blair was trying to tiptoe into the subject.

"Not at the moment." In fact, never. I tried but it didn't seem to ever work out.

"Bad choices?" Blair was working on the other leg now.

"Something like that."

"School and video games isn't much of a life." It wasn't accusatory, more of an observation. It still stung.

"I don't have time to deal with girls that don't know what they want. I work hard to keep my grades up and I play to relax. From what I hear, I'm not missing much."

"I don't know how the girls at BC are but there are a lot of girls at TSU who are looking for quiet, serious guys. Maybe you're just looking in the wrong places." I was praying she wouldn't ask me to do her shoulders and, for once, the universe delivered. She managed her own application.

"I'm almost done anyway, I'm not going to have time. What about you, breaking hearts and taking names?" Turning it around on her seemed like a good idea.

Blair laughed. "Hospital administrators aren't nearly as sexy as House, M. D. would lead you to believe. I dated a few guys, nothing serious."

I had halfway hoped the question would piss her off enough to change the subject or get up and leave.

Blair stretched out in the deck chair. "So you'll be able to show me all the good spots around town then."

"I could, if I knew where they were. I don't go out." I was very familiar with the look my answer got from Blair. She didn't believe me.

"You're twenty-two. What do you mean you don't go out?"

"I don't. Too expensive, not interested in getting an OUI, and I don't like people, drunk or sober."

"I'm sorry." Blair's voice was soft.

"Nothing to be sorry for. That's just how it is." I wasn't going to argue.

"Yeah, there is. It's what we need to talk about. That's the first part. I'm sorry." The chair creaked as she turned onto her side to look at me.

"I don't know what for so forget about it. It's no big deal."

"It is to me, Wade. What I did hurt everybody but especially me and you. I broke us. I want to try to fix us, at least a little. I've been back almost four hours and you haven't smiled once. You didn't used to be like that."

"People change. Life's a bitch. I ran out of personality. Who the hell knows?"

My therapist knew. He even gave it a name, traumatic twin separation syndrome. Or more simply, I didn't trust anybody because the one person I trusted the most cut me off and I didn't understand why. By the time I was old enough to understand, I had quit caring and accepted it.

"We'll talk about that but not right now. I'm going to ask a favor. If you don't feel like talking about something, just tell me. You don't need to apologize or explain, just tell me you don't want to talk about it now." Blair began gathering her things. "I know it's not easy, trust me. I fucked us both up. I didn't mean to but it happened. I want my other half back."

There was something about her tone and her eyes that made my eyes tear up. It had felt like that to me, too. Like a part of me was gone.

"I can do that." Blair smiled as she reached over and squeezed my hand. We headed back to the house, Blair going upstairs and I headed back to the basement.

I heard the shower turn on, the pipes made a certain sound and it was how I could tell when the folks were up. I sat and stared at the desktop on the monitor, thinking. Today had not been anything like I had been expecting.

I recognized her face and her voice but she was like an entirely different person. I wondered if she wasn't suffering from dissociative identity disorder or multiple personalities or whatever they called it now. That was a question for the parents. You don't ask crazy people if they're crazy.

Then there was me. Mike, my therapist, felt I was making progress. I didn't. The only difference between now and then was my age. I had been in therapy before, in high school, but quit because I wasn't getting anywhere. I never told Mom and Dad I had restarted therapy. I didn't want to get anybody's hopes up. It looked like the right call.

I heard the water shut off from Blair's shower. Thirty minutes later, she was back on the couch in shorts and a T-shirt, her hair in a ponytail.

"Still trying to take it all in?" Blair was scrolling through something on her phone.

"Yeah. I don't remember this Blair, just pissed off Blair."

"The Blair Bitch Project. I remember her, too."

"I shouldn't have called you that. It wasn't right."

"You weren't wrong, I was very much her." Calmly and openly, she explained what had been going on in her head, the body dysmorphic disorder, the resultant eating disorder, and her own separation pathology. A vicious circle that consumed her almost to the breaking point.

"My roomie at TSU threatened to have me psych evaled if I didn't get help. Shelley, my therapist, was a twin, too. She understood what the others didn't. You're part of my recovery." Blair sat back in the couch, "Like it or not, I'm part of yours."

"There's nothing wrong with me." Oh, yes, there was. I would take care of it my way.

"Wade, please. Look at us. We need each other. I can admit that. I see parts of the old me in you now. I'm not asking you to forget the past, I'm asking you to remember the good parts, too."

Those memories were there, faint and a little fuzzy in places. I sat in the chair, staring at the floor between us. "That was a long time ago."

"Have you thought about going back to therapy?" The question should have set me off. I don't know why it didn't. Blair was concerned, I could feel it.

My answer surprised me. "I am. I'm not sure it's helping." I hadn't planned on telling anybody. I was even paying cash so it wouldn't show up on the insurance stuff.

"I have an appointment Friday morning. Come with me." Blair looked down at her phone. "Her name's Veronica. She was recommended by Shelley, she's familiar with twins issues."

"I guess it couldn't hurt." Blair seemed relieved, as though she had expected more of a fight.

"I think it will help." I hoped her certainty was warranted. "That's enough of that for one day. What games have you got on that thing?"

I turned on the computer and we settled on a Mario Kart clone. Blair was beating my ass when Mom arrived home, followed shortly afterward by Dad.

They were both happy she was home and Blair was equally happy to see them. They had visited Blair a couple of times when Dad went to some medical thing in that part of the country.

Dinner was noisier than what I was used to, the three of them talked throughout the meal. It was the first time since the beginning of summer I had eaten dinner with our parents. Blair volunteered me to help clean up, just like old times.

Mostly, Blair asked about people we both knew. She had been gone for almost three years so there was enough to get us through cleaning up.

While Blair sat with Mom and Dad watching TV and talking, I headed back to the basement. I had planned on stroking one out since I hadn't gotten much of a chance but when I fired up the computer, the video clip didn't seem all that appealing. I ended up practicing the racing game on the expert level for a couple of hours. There was no way I was getting my ass handed to me like that again.

Footsteps on the stairs alerted me to a visitor. I killed the game, opting for streaming music. Blair flopped down in what seemed to be her preferred spot on the couch.

"Mom took the day off tomorrow so we're going in for a girl's day. Dad has surgeries all day. I already know the answer but I'm supposed to ask if you wanted to go."

"Hard pass. I can entertain myself."

Blair didn't seem too disappointed. "Yeah, it'll give you a chance to practice. You definitely need it."

I would have gotten mad but she was right, I did suck. I was going to respond when Mom called down that they were going to bed. I looked at the clock and let out a low groan. It wasn't even ten yet.

"Somebody's getting lucky." Blair smirked.

"Not us. For some weird reason, they think this place is soundproof. It is not." I unplugged my headphones from the computer and turned the music up a little.

"Is it that loud?"

Mom's voice sounded like she was still at the top of the stairs, "Oh, fuck, like that."

Blair stared at me, eyes wide in shock. "It gets worse."

"No!"

"Oh, shit, suck my clit. Make me cum." The wail that followed lasted longer than usual. This was going to take a while.

"More!" Yup. It was going to be a long evening.

"Eat my pussy, fuck me with that tongue." Blair's hand covered her mouth, "Stick that finger up my ass." Oh, no. Not that. Please, not that.

Blair's shoulders began to shake and her eyes teared up as Mom kept her commentary going. She came again, loudly.

There was a loud thwack and a yelp. "Harder, daddy." I tapped my fingers on the desktop in time with the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. Every now and then, Dad would whack her on the ass as he pounded her.

I was waiting for the literal climax, Blair curled up in a ball on the couch trying to stifle her laughter, tears on her cheeks, when Mom broke out a new line. "Murder my pussy, dammit!"

Our eyes met in mutual shock before Blair squealed and bolted for the bathroom. I started coughing from trying not to laugh out loud. Blair almost fell off the toilet laughing when Mom practically yodeled as she orgasmed.

I could barely breathe and my sides hurt. I had overheard them three to four times a week for the last three years and never found it the least bit funny. I couldn't see because of the tears from laughing.

Blair stumbled out of the bathroom and collapsed on the couch. I handed her the box of tissues. She dabbed at her smeared makeup carefully until I stage whispered, "By the way, welcome home." We couldn't look at each other without laughing for a while after that.

By eleven, Blair was yawning uncontrollably. She did try one last time to convince me to tag along but there really wasn't anything for me to do but sit around and wait. After saying goodnight, Blair headed upstairs to go to bed.

Sitting in the computer chair, I realized how tired I was. I tried to remember the last time I had laughed that much at anything and came up empty. I crawled into bed after turning everything off and quickly fell asleep.

Dad usually managed to wake me up getting ready to leave. He went into work earlier than usual on surgery day, leaving before five most of the time. I didn't hear anything until Mom announced that breakfast was ready.

Because I fell asleep so quickly last night, I didn't jerk off like I usually did. My morning wood was uncooperative, to say the least. I was finally able to pee and it shrank enough for me to head upstairs.

Blair was already downstairs by the time I made it into the kitchen. "I was about to come down to check on you. You feeling okay?" Mom was making Blair an omelet.

"We stayed up talking, I just slept late is all." The woman didn't even have the decency to blush.

"That's the first time in forever that I had to call him twice. How late were you up?" Mom set Blair's plate in front of her.

"About eleven, I guess." Blair's face started to turn red and I had to look away before we started laughing. Mom carried on like nothing was wrong.

"We appreciate you keeping the noise down." If Mom had waited two seconds to deliver that line, Blair would have looked like Old Faithful. Her glass stopped in mid-air and she visibly bit her lip.

My plate appeared and I ate while they talked about their plan for the day. Between not being completely awake and being hungry, I hadn't paid much attention to my sister. I realized that she had swiped one of my T-shirts.

I waited until she had a mouthful of food. "Where your clothes at?"

"I didn't feel like unpacking. You weren't wearing it." Blair almost spit out her eggs but held on.

"You're going to put bumps in it." Mom sat quietly, pretending to ignore us.

"Guess that makes it mine." Blair made a production out of admiring how the shirt looked on her.

"Mom, tell her to give it back." I fake whined, she was trying really hard not to smile.

"The two of you need to work that out between you." Quickly changing the subject, she asked, "Are you sure you don't want to come with us? You haven't been out of the house since school ended."

The timing couldn't have been any better. Blair was chugging the last third or so of her juice when I answered, "I'm good. Nobody's going to murder my ass."

I think I made Blair squirt orange juice from her eye sockets. It went everywhere. I waited for the coughing fit to subside as Mom stared in shock. "You should do something about that drinking problem."

Blair kicked me under the table as Mom recovered enough to hand her some napkins. "You're going to have a breathing problem real quick."

Mom shook her head and got up from the table. "Don't kill your brother, sweetie. Wade, be nice to your sister." She had completely missed the reference. Blair wouldn't look at me until we could hear her start up the stairs.

Blair kicked me again under the table, "Are you crazy?"

"I told you she was clueless. No idea at all." I was doing everything I could to not laugh out loud. I had tried dropping hints before to both of them. I couldn't bring myself to say it outright, I didn't want a confrontation, and I didn't want to embarrass them, either.

"I'll talk to her. There are some mental images I don't want." Blair shook her head.

"You should hear it when they do anal. She really likes that." I pushed away from the table and put my plate and silverware in the sink. "Dad even gives her an enema first."

Blair just stared at me, her mouth open, as I went back downstairs. I could see that she couldn't tell if I was serious or not. Unfortunately, I was. At least now, I had somebody to share my misery.

I heard Blair go back upstairs after a while. I took a quick shower, holding off on rubbing one out until I had the place to myself.

I went back to the kitchen to do the morning dishes, which really wasn't much. I was almost finished when they came downstairs to head into Boston.

Mom reminded me to eat lunch and Blair reminded me to ice my thumbs. I flipped her off with a soapy finger, flicking suds in her direction. Mom just shook her head in resignation. Herding Blair out the door, Mom reminded me again to eat.

With the house to myself, the quiet felt different. There wasn't any one reason I could name specifically, it was just different. Like that feeling of looking at something you've seen every day but something had changed and you can't figure out what.

I headed back to the basement after finishing the dishes. I turned on the computer to boot up while I hopped in the shower. I briefly considered jerking off but Blair's text tone killed the thought.

I dried off, got dressed, and cleaned up the bathroom. Then I sat down at the computer and got serious with the racing game, Blair's teasing text giving me extra motivation.

You gotta train BOTH hands, not just one.

The little devil emoji at the end made her intent perfectly clear. I sent her the middle finger and received the laughing one in return.

In between sessions of the game, I straightened up the room. I wasn't a messy person by nature but I had let things go a little. It didn't take long since I didn't have much.

Blair's out-of-the-blue Next time you're coming with made me laugh. My Better you than me got the middle finger treatment.

The afternoon went by quickly, I had gotten much better at the game, usually placing in the top five in survival mode. Mom texted instructions on what to take out for dinner, which took less than ten minutes.

They were back around six. After dropping their haul off upstairs, I was drafted into helping Blair with dinner. Dad was home at six-thirty.

He breezed into the kitchen and asked where Mom was. Blair pointed upstairs with her knife. Dad left and I couldn't help myself.

"What's with Dad?" He hadn't even looked at me, let alone acknowledge my presence.

"There was," Blair's pause spoke volumes, "an incident. I'll tell you after we eat."

I tried to get her to tell me now but she refused, only saying it would be better to do it later. Mom and Dad came back a few minutes later, acting completely normal. Blair kept glancing at both of them with a thoughtful expression.

When our parents argued, it was always in private. I never heard them raise their voice to each other. Ever. I could still tell when they were mad at each other and that wasn't happening tonight. I was absolutely confused and feeling a little left out.

As soon as they were finished eating, Dad announced they were going to watch TV upstairs and I needed to make sure the alarm was set before going to bed. I cringed on the inside because it meant only one thing.

They were going to fuck. Dad's face had started to flush a little during dinner and, as usual, he blamed the glass of wine. I'm not an expert on anything medical but I was pretty sure that only happened with red wine, not the white wine he poured for them. Boner pills, on the other hand, had that effect, too.

He often made his rounds and then took the afternoon off after surgery day, because he was up half the night boning my mother into another dimension. The Viagra meant he was on a mission tonight.

They went upstairs, we cleaned up, I set the exterior alarm, and went down to the basement.

Blair turned on the TV and found some romantic comedy. We sprawled out comfortably on the couch.

I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up a little. "Dad took a pill."

"No way." Blair was legitimately surprised.

"Yeah. Apparently surgery leaves him feeling like Superman. He saves the pills for really good days." I handed her the remote. "What happened?"

"We were eating lunch at that bistro Mom likes. In the middle of it, Mom's eyes roll back, she went stiff for a few seconds, and almost fell over in the booth. All morning, I kept hearing this buzzing sound, like her phone was on vibrate but it wasn't her phone."

Blair gave me a solemn look. "She was wearing a remote control vibrator. She tried to gaslight me when I asked if she was okay. It was really loud in the restaurant, I guess because the bench was wood. We finished lunch, paid, and I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Mom was on the phone and she was giving someone hell.

"She didn't see me come out, I came up behind her while she was telling them that she had been in public when it hit. I heard Dad ask 'Excuse me?' in his authority voice." Blair paused and started to shake with suppressed laughter. "He hit her with it again. She barely managed to sit down before her legs gave out." Blair imitated the face Mom made and I agreed it was a perfect "O" face.

She wiped her eyes and caught her breath. "She took her purse into the bathroom with her. She never does that. She ignored his texts the rest of the day, too."

"That's kinky. I never would have guessed." I knew they loved each other and they enjoyed sex, I just didn't expect it to go that far.

There was a quiet spot in the movie and that's when the fun upstairs started. Usually, I would put on the headphones and crank the volume but I only had one pair.

I heard Dad introduce himself and start explaining the "procedure." They were in their bathroom, which was directly over the guest bathroom, which sat right above mine. All tiled. I went to turn the TV up and Blair stopped me. "Wait."

It was like a train wreck. You just can't help yourself. Blair lasted until Mom's first orgasm. She disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes and returned, her face a little flushed. I made it a few minutes longer, trying to disguise the spot my cock had leaked while Dad did whatever it was he was doing.

It was definitely louder in the bathroom with the door closed. Between the audio from upstairs and the faint scent in the bathroom, I came hard with just a few strokes.

Mom had another orgasm and it was quiet for a while. They had apparently moved to the bedroom when Round Two began. We sat on each end of the couch, hands in our laps, and pretended not to hear Dad make Mom wail. Blair revisited the bathroom and, as she walked by, I recognized the scent. It made me insanely horny almost instantly.

I may have been a virgin but I knew what was going on in there. I wanted her to hurry up so I could get some relief, too.

We all went one more round before calling it a night. Blair had returned to her end of the couch, scrolling through the offerings on Netflix when I sat back down.

Staring at the screen, she mumbled, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It's been awhile."

"I've never listened to them before, either." I was seriously wondering why. Even my third orgasm had been intense.

"Never?" She stared straight ahead at the television.

"Not all the way. I'd put on headphones and crank it."

"I feel dirty now."

"Me, too. I guess it's a good thing my head's already fucked up."

"Yeah. I probably should order a set of headphones, huh?" Blair's hands never moved from her lap.

"I've got an adapter around here somewhere if you do."

"Okay. Goodnight." It wasn't hard to see the little spot on the couch cushion where Blair had been sitting. There appeared to be a matching spot on the back of her shorts when she stood up.

"See you in the morning." My brain was dog tired. I fell asleep with the lights on.

Dad in the kitchen woke me early. He went back upstairs before I was out of bed and dressed. Blair came down a few minutes later, bed head and all, with a mischievous grin. Dad reappeared, heading in to check on the surgery patients held overnight. We waited until he left to start talking shit.

"She can't walk."

"I'm surprised any of us can after that."

Blair snickered, "Does that make us creeps?"

"Probably."

"It wasn't on my to-do list but it is what it is."

I finished making the coffee while Blair gathered bowls and the box of cereal. We sat side by side at the island, our legs touching at the knee while we ate. We didn't talk until we were done.

"I left you something on your bed." Blair nudged me with her knee.

"What?"

"Go find out yourself."

I collected cups, bowls, and spoons, and gave them a quick wash. Heading downstairs, I found a bottle of tanning lotion and a pair of swim trunks on the bed.

I heard Blair come downstairs and exit through the back sliding door to go to the pool. I changed, grabbing a clean bath towel on my way up the stairs.

Blair was poolside in a terry robe, using the net to fish out some debris. I dropped the towel on a deck chair and gave her fair warning. "Prepare to be blinded."

She should have given me a warning before shucking off her robe. "Damn, Wade. Gimme that lotion."

I dumbly held out the bottle, unable to close my mouth or tear my eyes away. Blair's bikini was red, it was stringy, and it was revealing. My hands automatically dropped down in front of my crotch. She looked incredible.

Blair twirled her finger, "Turn around." She shook the bottle and squirted some into her hand. She applied it liberally to my back and shoulders, making sure she got everything between my ass and my neck. "You can do the rest yourself. Do my back first."

She straddled the deck chair, holding onto the back. My hands were shaking as I squirted a huge dollop into my hand.

I had never in my life touched a girl anywhere except her hand, not counting Blair. I had definitely never touched any girl where I was about to touch Blair. It didn't take long for me to get hard.

Her skin was soft and warm. I tried to imitate the way she had applied the lotion to my back, making sure I put some under the ties around her neck and across her back.

Blair turned around when I was done and we took turns applying the lotion to the rest of our skin. I stared at the treeline while she rubbed it over her chest and thighs. She set the timer on her phone and we sunned ourselves quietly.

When the timer went off for the second time, we moved into the shade. We lay there for a few minutes before Blair cleared her throat.

"Can I ask you something? If you don't want to answer right now, just say so."

"Sure, go ahead." We looked at each other out of the corner of our eyes.

"Do you trust me?"

"I trust you to keep a secret. I want to trust that we'll stay friends this time." I didn't need to think about that question at all.

"You know I trust you, right?"

"I want you to. I mean, we used to. I know it wasn't your fault but I wonder if it wasn't mine because I didn't try hard enough. Like I gave up too soon." That was a question that kept me up more nights than anything.

"No, that's not true. Please don't think that. What matters to me is that you're trying now."

"I missed you. I missed this. I miss not knowing our parents liked to fuck."

Blair's peals of laughter were contagious. We both laughed for a while, recalling some of the times when our parents had sent us outside to play and realizing it wasn't as random as it seemed.

We eventually ended up in the pool. I wore out quickly, since I hadn't been swimming in years. While Blair swam a few laps, I hung out at the side of the pool and stayed out of her way.

When she finished her workout, we got out and dried off. Somehow, we ended up talking about Round Rock, where the TSU campus was located. She told me about Austin and how she loved the whole area.

The only things I knew about Austin was that it was the state capitol, the University of Texas was there, and I had heard of Sixth Street. When I asked if she was thinking about staying there, she fell quiet for a minute and then answered, "I don't know, I guess it depends on finding a job there."

We sat in silence for a bit before she asked, "So you really don't go out or anything?"

"Nope. It's not really my thing." Feeling alone in a crowd sucked and I could do it cheaper at home.

"And you aren't seeing anybody?"

"No. I'm not the party girl type and that's all I seem to know. Guess I'm too weird for normal girls." I tried to smile to soften the last sentence. Truth was that I didn't really know any girls.

Blair shook her head in mock sadness. "We're going to have to do something about that."

"I'd prefer you didn't." I grabbed my towel and stood up. "When I'm ready, I'll find somebody."

"Wade, I'm sorry --"

"It's cool. Everybody wants to fix something I don't think is broken. Mom does this shit all the time."

"I didn't mean --"

"I said it's okay." I did what I always did. Rather than discuss why I thought it was out of bounds, I avoided it altogether. As I walked through the security gate to go back inside, I heard Blair dive into the pool.

I turned to look back at the pool when I reached the sliding door. Blair was knifing through the water faster than I had seen her swim previously. Her flip turns looked flawless from where I was standing. I went down to the basement to shower and change.

I could hear the murmur of voices, so either Dad was back already or Mom was in a video meeting. Since it was still going on when I got out of the shower, I figured it was a meeting.

I heard the shower turn on upstairs so Blair had finally gotten out of the pool. It saved me a trip upstairs to check the security camera. Dad came home about the time she finished her shower.

He went upstairs as soon as he walked into the house. A few minutes later, I could hear Blair come downstairs and head toward the basement, stopping in the kitchen briefly before padding down the stairs.

Her head appeared from around the corner. "Hey."

"Hey." I had sprawled out in the computer chair while I tried to decide on jerking off or playing something on the computer. Neither one felt like much fun, so I was sitting there staring at the desktop on the monitor.

"I'm sorry --"

"I said it was okay --"

Blair slapped the wall with her palm. "Let me finish. It's not okay, Wade. I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted."

Blair sat down in her usual spot on the couch and turned on the TV. "Are we still on for tomorrow?"

"What's tomorrow?" I was somewhat distracted by my sister's outfit of form fitting shorts and tank top. I still wasn't used to seeing my sister dressed like that and the fact that she was attractive wasn't helping.

"My therapy appointment. Technically, our therapy appointment. I'm not sure how to explain it but I'll try. Shelley wanted to see how we interact and also get like a second opinion from Veronica. You're not changing therapists, Shelley wants to hear your side of the story from you. And I need a ride." Blair pulled her legs up to sit cross-legged on the cushion and I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"Yeah, I guess. What time?" Even with her hair in a ponytail and no makeup, she was still the prettiest girl I knew. Saying I felt awkward didn't begin to scratch the surface. I was drawn to her in a way I knew was wrong and I had no clue how to handle it.

"Ten. I'll buy you lunch." Blair tried and failed to hide her relief. "You shouldn't have any problems finding her office, it's by BC."

"We'll need to leave early, it usually takes about ninety minutes but it depends on traffic. I want to leave about eight, if we get there early, coffee's on me."

"Deal." Blair grabbed the remote off the desk with one hand and my arm with the other, pulling me onto the couch beside her. There was a very faint floral scent that I didn't recognize but I liked it.

When we started Ice Age, we were separated by a couple of feet. By the time it ended, we were slouched against each other with our arms intertwined.

It reminded me of one of those childhood memories, where it's just a fragment. No clue about how it got to that point or what happened after. We were young, maybe seven or eight. Dad was trying to get us out of the backseat but we had fallen asleep, arms and legs tangled together.

I guess he woke me up trying to separate us. I just remember hearing him tell Mom, "Human bodies aren't supposed to do this. They're like a pretzel." Mom laughed.

We weren't wrapped together quite like that now but it felt comfortable and familiar.

When Ice Age 2 came to an end, I had stretched out my legs, Blair was draped along my side, her leg snaked around mine and her arm across my chest. My arm was wrapped around her back, my hand resting on her hip.

That was the moment my virgin brain realized I had a really attractive woman against me, so it was time to make shit weird. My little head decided to stand up and introduce itself. I quickly shifted and tried to ease myself away from Blair so I could run upstairs to get more snacks and get rid of it.

If she realized I had a major boner, she did a great job of hiding it. After a few minutes of marching in place in the bathroom -- no, I never figured out why that worked, it just did -- it was half-hard and not noticeable.

The third Ice Age movie concluded at the same time Mom announced that dinner was ready. From the way Blair jumped, she hadn't heard them come downstairs, either. I was sitting upright on the couch, she was curled up on her side, her head on my thigh. I had a hand on her side while I absentmindedly played with her hair with the other.

Of course, things started getting weird again. During the movies, we talked and laughed exactly like when we were kids. The other times? I couldn't help the feelings I was starting to develop. Feelings I knew would undo all the work she had done and destroy any chance of having a relationship at all.

I made an excuse to go to the bathroom that sounded phony, even to me. While I stood at the sink, staring into the mirror in disgust, there was a light knock on the door.

"Wade, you okay?" Blair kept her voice low, thankfully.

"Yeah, I'll be up in a minute." I tried to clear my head while splashing water on my face. If I acted off, Blair would notice and I couldn't be certain she would stay silent. I had no ready explanation, either.

I waited until Blair went upstairs before coming out of the bathroom. I reminded myself that just because someone was friendly, it didn't mean anything more than that. I was going to have to get over it. My lust would go away after a while anyway, when I discovered she was just like every other girl.

I made it through dinner without incident. We even watched the next two Ice Age movies without things getting awkward. We still ended up draped over each other but it wasn't uncomfortable.

Because I wanted to be on the road by eight, we called it a night early. Tonight would be quiet upstairs, Mom had been a little cautious moving around in the kitchen, so no playtime for Dad. They would be making up for it tomorrow night.

Blair was up before me to get ready. She was eating breakfast when I made it upstairs. She was dressed in a modest skirt and top with her hair pulled back over her ears. She looked incredible.

"G'morning." She was eating a bowl of cereal daintily, careful not to drip milk on herself.

"G'morning." I tried not to stare. I honestly didn't want to get used to seeing the new Blair.

"You're staring." She had barely looked up so I had no clue how she knew.

"Sorry. It's kind of not fair, you got all the good looks around here."

"You're cute, you just don't know it yet."

"Yeah, right." I grabbed a bowl, spoon, and a cup of coffee. We ate quietly, Blair scrolling through something or the other while I checked traffic. The worst of it would be over in a little while so eight was still a good start time.

"This Veronica have an address?" I wanted to check to see what routes Waze was going to offer today.

Blair read off the address. It sounded a little familiar and when it popped up on the map, it was a couple of blocks from my therapist's office. I drove past it on my way to therapy.

"Was there anything else you wanted to do while we were there?" Blair collected the empty bowls and cups, then loaded the dishwasher. I put the cereal and milk away while trying not to gawk at her ass as she bent over.

I looked at the preprinted call schedule on the refrigerator. "Buy you a set of headphones." Dad wasn't scheduled to be on call this weekend.

"After the other night?" Blair sounded like she didn't believe me.

"The only call on the schedule for the next two nights is booty call. I highly recommend noise canceling if you can get it."

"I don't remember them being like that before."

"I think they used the basement for playtime. Mom would really have to be loud for me to hear it in my room upstairs."

"Did you actually --"

"Yeah, I checked." I could feel my face turning red.

"Why? Why would you do that?" I knew she was giving me a hard time but the underlying cause was embarrassing.

Before Blair left for TSU, our rooms were across from each other upstairs. Although we didn't talk much, I still saw her regularly.

The first night they were gone was the worst night of my life. I knew my parents would be back in a few days. It wasn't the first time they had gone out of town without us, either. Blair had always been there.

Now she wasn't. I finally fell asleep on the couch in the basement because I couldn't sleep upstairs. It felt too empty. I slept down there every night while they were gone and moved down there permanently after clearing it with them.

The first night they started going to town upstairs made me wonder. I cranked my music downstairs and headed upstairs. Sure enough, I could hear it on our side but when I turned it down to a normal level, it was barely audible. They apparently never thought to check from their room.

"It was a thought experiment. I thought it was weird that she got louder all of a sudden. Turns out she's probably been loud all along."

"You need to get out more." Blair playfully pushed my shoulder.

I chose to not take the comment personally. "Yup, right to therapy. I'm pretty sure I'm scarred for life."

"Speaking of therapy, it's about time to hit the road." Blair collected her things as we made sure everything that should be turned off actually was.

The drive to Chestnut Hill seemed to go by in a blur. Blair tried to commandeer the aux cable but since I claimed I needed it for navigation, she reluctantly surrendered with the understanding it was hers on the way back.

We arrived with more than enough time for Blair to get a double caffeinated something something. She leaned across me at the drive through to give the order and I thought I might lose my mind. She was wearing the same scent and the hand she used to lean on was a little higher on my thigh than I was comfortable with.

I paid as promised and we headed to the therapist's office. Veronica, like my therapist, worked out of her home so I had no trouble with finding parking.

As we climbed the steps onto the porch, Blair slipped her hand into mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you for doing this."

I squeezed back, "You're welcome." Her hand felt nice with her fingers intertwined with mine.

I rang the doorbell and a slim woman around our parents' age answered. "You must be the Cavanaughs. Please come in. I'm Veronica Tyler."

"We are." I let Blair in first. Veronica locked the door behind us and guided us to her office. Everything was neat and orderly. She pointed to a couch against the wall and invited us to sit.

Taking an armchair across from us with a pad to take notes, she had us fill out a form with all our information. With that out of the way, she began by explaining the purpose of this visit.

Shelley had requested that Blair see Veronica for a consultation and second opinion, with me if at all possible. Veronica explained that she wasn't assuming care but the rules of confidentiality still applied.

"At this point, I need to ask permission to video record our session. Shelley wanted to see how the two of you interact."

We both agreed and we signed the authorization. Going over to the computer, she started the recording software and angled the monitor so we could see it. She recited a shorter version of her introduction and again asked permission to record us.

It took me a minute to locate the camera, hidden on a bookshelf directly across the room. Veronica must have noticed me searching. "I've found that people tend to relax without a camera stuck in their face."

For the next two hours, we went over our childhood, school, and what happened when shit went south. More than once, it got a little emotional. Veronica was very calm and easy to talk to, giving both of us plenty of space to talk.

Listening to my sister recount how she felt when we began puberty, going through the physical changes, and her frustration that she wasn't "keeping up" was painful. My body changed but hers didn't. That frustration led to not eating to try to lose the weight, followed by overeating for self-soothing. She refused to go out and the inactivity didn't help.

Things really went to hell when I finally followed her wishes and left her alone. Blair withdrew even more. By the time we graduated, she couldn't wait to get out of Duxbury.

The change of scenery helped for a few weeks but Blair was "still fat, still ugly, and still pathetic." Except now she was alone. Justine, her roommate, recognized the signs of worsening depression and gave her friend an ultimatum.

Blind luck led her to Shelley. As an identical twin, Shelley suspected our estrangement had more of an effect than Blair's previous therapist believed.

From there, things began to improve. Blair began swimming again, she worked on appropriate eating habits, and Shelley finally convinced her to try to reconnect with me.

During Blair's part of the session, I occasionally added details and impressions when asked. It had to be difficult to talk about and I was amazed at how calm and matter of fact she was about it.

As hard as I tried, I couldn't remain that objective. More than once, I had to stop and calm myself down before I broke down. "Long story short, I lost a piece of me and didn't know how to get it back. After a while, I told myself it didn't matter. If she didn't like me, nobody else was going to so I stopped trying."

That brought Blair to tears, which made me feel like complete shit. After giving us a moment to collect ourselves again, Veronica moved on to talk about the last few days.

"Better than I thought it would be." Blair squeezed my hand, "I can still see the old Wade in there sometimes."

"It's different but familiar. She doesn't look the same but like she said, I can tell the old Blair is still there. I'm adjusting."

Veronica finished scribbling her notes. "Based on what I've seen and heard here, things do seem to be going well. Blair, if for any reason you need to talk, please call and I will make time for you."

She toyed with her pen for a few seconds. "Wade, if it's okay with you, I would like to reach out to Mike to discuss taking over your case. Ethically, poaching isn't tolerated but I've worked with him before and I suspect we may have discussed your case indirectly. As an identical twin, I think my experiences with traumatic separation may prove useful."

"I'll talk to him. I see him next week so I'll let you know." I didn't have any problem with Mike as a therapist, I didn't feel I was improving any in relating to other people and it was just me.

Before we left, we signed an authorization to release a copy of her notes and video to both Shelley and Mike. Blair made a follow up appointment for two weeks, since Veronica expected Shelley to have some follow up topics to cover.

As we walked down the steps and headed to the car, Blair again took my hand and leaned into my arm. Part of me welcomed it, there was no denying it felt good, and that was the problem. It felt too good.

I reminded myself that I had a habit of reading too much into things like this. We had just experienced some elevated emotions and that was all it was. She felt guilty, I felt guilty, and we were just looking for reassurance that we were still good.

We had lunch at a little sandwich place I liked and we were back on the road. As threatened, Blair took over the aux cable. It wasn't as painful as I expected it to be. Her taste in music had expanded a bit and some of it sounded pretty good.

While the music was good, the traffic wasn't. It took two hours to get home because someone decided it would be a good idea to flip their car. Typical Friday shit.

Blair had her seatbelt off and the door open before I had the car in Park. If it wasn't for being able to disarm the alarm with my key fob, she would have created a mess, it apparently was that close.

I changed to shorts and a T-shirt after my pit stop. I was about to turn on the computer when Blair breezed down the stairs in her terry robe.

"You need some sun. Grab your stuff and let's go." I didn't need to grab anything, she already had towels and lotion. She just handed them to me.

"Don't be so bossy."

Blair laughed, "You haven't seen bossy. Get your ass in gear."

Poolside, she dropped her towel and spread it out. Tossing me the lotion, she took off the robe. Her bikini was similar to the one she had on the day before, except this one was yellow. After stretching out face down, she reached behind her and untied her top.

"Do me, please."

I couldn't move. The sight of Blair, with only the bikini bottom keeping her decent, was making me hard. The only times I had seen this much skin was on a screen.

Blair turned her head to look at me. "Lotion. My back. Sometime today, maybe?"

"Uh, yeah." I squirted a little in my hand and rubbed my palms to warm it up a little. I started with her shoulders, quickly moving down to just above her waist.

"You're acting like you've never touched a girl in your life." Blair's tone was conversational, not confrontational.

"Sadly, not really." I mumbled my response. "You know I've never had an actual girlfriend."

"I know and I'm sorry. Now, squirt some more in your hand, take your time, and put it on right. I trust you. It helps if you sit across my legs."

I took a moment to adjust my hard-on before sitting down on the back of her thighs. Between the feel of her skin under my hands as I applied more lotion and the sensation of her legs on the inside of my thighs, I was painfully hard. All I had to do was lean forward just a bit and I would be dry humping her ass.

"My sides, too." I complied, careful to not go too far down where I could see side boob. I felt a little pulse of precum leak as I finished up and got to my feet.

"Tie the bottom, please." I fumbled my way through that, managing to get it right on the third try. Blair pushed herself into a sitting position with her back to me and adjusted her top.

"Down." I pulled off my shirt and stretched out. Picking up the bottle, she applied a good layer while managing to massage my shoulders and low back. We then took turns with the bottle, hitting our upper body and legs.

"Not to be weird or anything but why tan your whole back if you don't do the front?" I was really just curious.

"I have some sundresses with an open back. Tan lines there look funny." Blair glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. "Who says I have tan lines anywhere?"

"I was just wondering about your back."

"In Round Rock, there's a spa I go to that has tanning beds. So, no, I don't have obvious tan lines." She pulled up gently on one side of her bottoms. There was a faint line of lighter skin where the string sat.

"I'll file that under shit I didn't need to know."

Blair smirked at me in response. When her timer went off, we turned onto our stomachs and she undid her top again. I turned my head away as she made herself comfortable, having caught a brief glimpse of what looked like a nipple.

Blair broke the silence first. "So, what do they do on Friday night for fun?"

Now it was my turn to smirk like a smartass. "Saddle up, tonight he rides."

"I had to ask." Blair made a disgusted face.

"Yeah, but tomorrow's the first Saturday of the month. The Gupta's are having the party this time." It was apparently quite a party, running from noon until the last body left some time Sunday. Mom and Dad usually dragged their ass in at dawn and spent the rest of the day in bed.

"I still think something hinky is going on." It was one of the few things we had talked about occasionally since we had started drifting apart.

"Seriously? Sid Gupta, Mr. Stick-up-my-ass? 'That is highly inappropriate, young lady.'" I pulled out my best imitation of Dr. Gupta. Mrs. Gupta wasn't any less formal, either. Blair laughed.

"I don't know. They never talk about it."

"If you're right, I don't want to know about it." What I did know about my parents' sex life was bad enough. They usually saved the proctologist roleplay for tonight, so I had no idea what to expect.

"We forgot to get headphones, too."

"We can go to Walmart after dinner. They probably have a pair." At least it would get us out of the house for a while.

"Or we could go tomorrow." Blair's voice was hesitant, which got my attention.

"Blair! Eww." I watched her blush and felt guilty. "Seriously?"

"We can go if you want."

"Were you serious?"

"I like listening. I know, it's weird." Her face was getting redder by the second.

"Not really." I had to admit that I found it pretty arousing myself. "It was... interesting."

"Was that your first time?"

"On purpose, yeah."

"My first time was listening to my roommate and some other girl go at it in the dorm shower. I couldn't help it." Blair's face was as red as I had ever seen it. "I've never been with anyone, either."

I started to call her a liar and then thought better of it. She really didn't have any reason to lie. "How come? Not that it's any of my business."

"I didn't want to have sex just to say I had sex. I went out a few times but it didn't feel right. So now I listen to the girls next door when I can."

"Self-service. Been there." You might think it felt weird admitting I jerked off to my sister but it didn't. It felt like we were sharing a secret. Everything was just low-key.

"It hits different for me. More intense."

"It was for me. It didn't sound scripted." Nobody would dare write such cheesy dialog for a porn clip. Even they had to have standards. "Not judging but do you prefer girls?"

"To listen to? No, I'd rather listen to a guy and a girl but I take what I can get. I'm not into girls, I don't want to try it, just chasing the thrill. What do you watch?"

"A lot of girl-girl and two girls and a guy threesomes. Basically, wishful thinking." I conveniently left out the incest clips.

"My roommate dated a guy who wanted a threesome with a trans girl. She found one but her date chickened out. She said it was an amazing experience. I almost told her I knew it was for me." Blair's laughter was contagious. "The girls next door keep me entertained usually."

"Not sure what's going to happen tonight. They usually play doctor but they just did that." I shrugged my shoulders. I had tried not to know.

"They might do what they did the night before. You know, so Mom's not so sore."

"Are you back on that? If it wasn't for Chavi and Brinda, I'd bet the Guptas never had sex at all, too low class."

Blair's voice dropped conspiratorially, "I saw her one time after they came home. She looked out of it, like she'd been totally fucked. Same as my roommate. I didn't realize it at the time but now that I know that look, she had it."

"We can check the security camera after they go to bed. It's a twenty-four hour loop."

The timer went off and we were done. I tied Blair's top again, nailing it on the second try. It was obvious that the top wasn't padded as she slipped the robe on.

Walking back to the house, our hands brushed a couple of times and I resisted the urge to grab it. What I couldn't resist was putting my hand on the small of her back as I guided her through the door first.

It didn't feel weird, almost normal in fact, but that little voice piped up about getting too familiar. Blair didn't seem to react to it either way.

Mom texted us while I was in the shower, asking for pizza preferences. Blair had already responded with our mutual favorite and I just added a thumbs up. Dad would stop to pick it up.

Blair stayed upstairs until Dad got home with the pizzas. She had apparently showered as well and changed into a T-shirt and shorts. On the surface, she seemed normal but it didn't take long before I felt the nervous energy coming from her. Nobody else seemed to notice.

Mom and Dad took their time eating, which made Blair's nervousness worse, although she was holding it together well enough that it didn't get their attention.

I wasn't surprised when Mom announced that they were going upstairs to watch TV before going to bed. They left us to clean up while Dad detoured to the bar area to get a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses.

It didn't take long to put the leftover pizza away and clean up. It was quiet upstairs, for now, as we grabbed a few bottles of water before heading to the basement.

Blair hit the bathroom while I found a Marvel movie. The first thing I noticed when she came out was she had put her hair into a ponytail. The second, more disturbing, discovery was she had taken off her bra.

There was an even bigger surprise waiting for me in the bathroom. Folded neatly on top of the toilet tank sat three items. I recognized two of them immediately, her pink bra and the shorts that she had been wearing. The small, lavender colored square took a few seconds to puzzle out. Her panties.

"You might as well get comfortable, it's probably going to be a long night." Blair's voice through the door was barely loud enough to hear. I slipped my shorts off, folding and placing them neatly next to hers. Thankfully, my boxers came with a button flap that kept my now hardening cock semi-contained.

When I came out of the bathroom, Blair was sitting cross-legged on the couch, her lower body covered with one of the throws i kept on the back. I picked up another one and unfolded it to cover my lower body as I sat down next to her.

We started the movie, sitting close enough together that Blair could lean her head on my shoulder. The sound of something being dragged across the floor startled me.

"Massage table," Blair kept her voice low.

We could hear the water start running in the tub, our parents voices muted. When the water shut off, the hum of the jets in the tub started. Dad had always claimed that the one reason Mom wanted this house was the master bath. It was fucking huge, with a tub the size of a jacuzzi and all the features.

We were about half way through the movie when Dad finally got the party started upstairs. The jets were turned off and the tub drained.

"Let's get you on the exam table, Mrs. Cavanaugh. The first thing we need to do here is shave the exam area." Dad's doctor voice was always calm, confident, and reassuring.

"Of course, Doctor." The buzzing of the trimmer followed. Blair leaned forward and then pulled the throw up to her neck, keeping both arms under it.

"Let's touch this up and get a look at the outside before we take a peek under the hood." I could only assume Dad was using a blade to finish, since it sounded like he was giving Mom instructions on leg placement.

"Let's see what's going on here." Mom's moan was enough to make Blair shiver a little. I had been going from somewhat hard to erect and back for a while but now it was up and starting to produce a little precum.

"Well, Mrs. Cavanaugh, the external examination seems normal. Let's move on to the internal exam."

Mom's voice sounded a little hoarse and out of breath, "Yes, Doctor."

"I'm just going to slide this in here," Mom's moan obliterated the rest of the sentence. Blair shifted and leaned back, her eyes half-shut.

"How long have you had this little area right here?"

Mom sounded desperately horny now. "Jason --"

"Hmm, we'll get back to that. Let's test your grip strength next. I'm going to insert this instrument and I want you to keep me from pulling it out."

Blair's head fell back against the cushion and her eyes closed. I wasn't sure but it looked as though the blanket was moving in her lap. I quietly grabbed a few tissues and unbuttoned the flap to my boxers.

There was another loud moan from upstairs and Blair's breathing quickened. My hand seemed to develop a mind of its own and began stroking my cock occasionally.

"All right, let's check your vagal nerve sensitivity." Mom was nonverbal at this point, only moaning in response to Dad's questions. Blair was in her own world, not even aware that the throw had slipped down and it was obvious she was playing with one of her nipples under her shirt. The movement in her lap continued.

I pulled her throw back into place. Her eyes opened briefly but they were unfocused and closed again quickly. I was developing that tingling feeling that presaged an orgasm.

Dad gave Mom some instructions I couldn't make out and a faint humming noise began. Her moans began to sound more and more desperate.

"So when did you first notice this spot?" Dad sounded... evil.

It sounded like Mom and Blair whined at the same time. Blair was beginning to pant now, the hand movements in her lap obvious.

"How does it feel when I do this?"

The noise my mother produced made it clear that it felt really fucking good. So good that she came, long, loud, and violently.

Blair's head landed on my shoulder as she fell into me, using my shoulder to muffle the sound of her orgasm as she shook from the sensations tearing through her.

I barely got the tissues in place before my balls emptied, my legs sticking straight out from the intensity.

"Fuck." Blair exhaled the word into my shoulder.

"Yeah." Fuck was right. The mental image that had tipped me over the edge was of Blair playing with her tits while slowly riding me. My balls still hurt and I had this weird pain inside my ass that I'd never felt before.

Those were nothing compared to the confusion and growing sense of unease I was feeling. My first sexual experience of any kind with a woman was with my sister.

I knew it wasn't right but the fact it didn't bother me that much bothered me.

While staring at the ceiling, it occurred to me that Blair had been complicit in this. Growing up, all of our firsts had been shared. Riding a bike, first day of school, we had done almost everything together. Even when we were separated, there was no one I trusted more.

We had shared this, too, and nobody would ever know. No promise necessary.

I snapped awake, unsure about what woke me. I was on my back on the couch, wrapped in the throw, with Blair draped over me, covered with her throw.

"No." I didn't think it was possible for Blair to get heavier but she did. I couldn't move.

"What time is it?" My phone was on the desk, well out of reach.

"Don't care." One of the few things we differed in was our approach to morning. Once I was awake, I was up. Unless she had someplace she needed to be, it took forever to get Blair moving.

"I need to pee," which was not a lie.

"Hold it." She now weighed several tons.

"I can do it in the bathroom or I can do it here, but it's going to happen pretty soon."

Blair mumbled something under her breath but shifted so I could get up. I draped the throw over my shoulders and wrapped it around me since my morning wood insisted on poking out through the gap in my boxers.

While I took care of emptying my bladder and putting my shorts back on, I could hear our parents getting ready to leave. When I returned to the couch, Blair was sitting up with her throw folded in her lap. I folded mine and stacked them on the arm while Blair took her turn.

I was surprised to see it was almost ten-thirty when I checked my phone. I rarely slept that late. My stomach growling reminded me it had been a while since I had eaten anything.

Blair finally finished doing what she needed to do. She had put on her shorts as well but was carrying her bra and panties when she came out of the bathroom.

Once again, I had the feeling that something had changed. Not in a bad way, nothing drastic, something subtle. I couldn't put my finger on it, I just knew it.

Blair was upstairs and back before Mom and Dad left. We were scarfing down bowls of cereal as they headed for the garage.

"It's been a while since I've had to say this, but stay out of trouble." It had been a very long time since Dad had said that. Blair's side glance almost made me choke.

"We could say the same thing." Blair at least waited until the door was closed before mumbling under her breath.

"We don't get in trouble, we are trouble." I had all but forgotten our unofficial motto from childhood.

We clinked our glasses of juice together and chugged them, belching loudly in unison before cracking up with laughter.

"I want to cruise around and see what's different. Then I want to stop to get stuff to make pizza." Blair pushed me toward the stairs down to the basement. "Hurry up. Places to see and things to do."

I was ready long before she was. I didn't put up much of a fight over the aux cable when we started out. It turned out to be less of a tour and more of a targeted shopping trip.

At Blair's insistence, we skipped lunch, so by the time we made it back to the house, I was starving. After taking her bags upstairs, she turned the oven on to preheat while we cut up the toppings.

We had also picked up a six-pack of Sam Adams American Light to go along with the pizza. I opened up a couple and we clinked the necks. When the timer pinged, I pulled it out of the oven, put it on the tray, and cut it.

Instead of heading for the den and the super large TV hanging there, Blair grabbed the beer, plates, and napkins, and headed for the basement.

"You don't want the bigger TV?" Dad loved his Patriots, Celtics, and Red Sox so he had the latest and greatest TV. I think it was somewhere close to eighty-four inches and super duper high definition.

"Nah." And that was that. The pizza went on the TV tray I kept downstairs, the beer next to it, and Blair ended up with the remote.

Before Deadpool was half over, we were a tangle of arm and leg as we leaned together, sharing a bottle of beer between us. The pizza was long gone, which was a shame. That was some amazing pizza.

While Blair took a bathroom break, I brought the empty tray and bottles upstairs, made sure the oven was off, and set the alarm. She came out of the bathroom just as I hit the bottom stair.

As near as I could tell, all she was wearing was a T-shirt she had stolen. Since we were in for the night, I grabbed my shorts and changed in the bathroom.

I flopped down on the couch next to Blair, who had tucked her legs under her and covered her lap with the throw. As she leaned against my side and her head lay on my shoulder, I felt a little pain and flinched a little.

"What?" Blair was just as surprised as I was.

"Sore spot. I don't remember hitting anything."

Blair tugged upward on the shirt. "Off, I want to see."

I pulled the shirt off and leaned forward a little so she could get a look. She giggled and massaged the spot gently. I hadn't noticed anything unusual after my shower this morning.

"What?"

"I kind of bit you. It's beginning to get a bruise."

That was the first acknowledgement of any kind of what we had done last night. It hadn't been awkward or strained between us at all. If anything, we had been more our old selves, at least as I remembered it being.

"I didn't notice. Is it bad?"

Blair sort of blushed. "You're going to have to wear a shirt while they're home. It's definitely teeth marks."

Before I had a chance to put my T-shirt back on, she had wrapped my arm over her shoulder and leaned into my side. We split another beer while she watched some British drama. Between the pizza, the beer, and Blair's weight, I lost the battle to stay awake.

I woke up, the big spoon to Blair's little spoon. She had taken the spare throw and placed it as a pillow. My arm was draped over her side, my hand being held in place under her tits. In fact, I could feel the softness of one of them on my hand. My mandatory morning hard-on was pressed against her ass cheek.

The cock twitch was involuntary. Her scent filled my nose, her body warmth felt incredible, and my virgin ass reacted as one would expect. Blair sighed and shifted toward me, pinning me against the back of the couch.

It would have been easy. All I needed to do was shift just a little. I won't lie, I wanted to. And I knew if I did, I would lose her.

So I got up. Blair made a few unhappy sounding noises and curled into a fetal position. I went to the bathroom and beat my meat in the shower out of frustration.

My sister hadn't been home a week and I was beginning to creep out on her. Putting my hand on her back going through doors, curling up together on the couch, touching an arm to get her attention.

Then there were the feelings. Elliot semi-flirting with her, random guys checking her out, sometimes not even bothering to hide it, stirred something in me. Something possessive.

I was drying off when I heard the shower upstairs start. I finished getting dressed and went upstairs to eat before Blair came down. I needed a little space and alone time to think.

I was finishing up when Blair came back down, wearing one of her bikinis under her T-shirt. She tried to hide her disappointment that I had gotten fully dressed.

While she ate, I started my laundry. I cleaned up downstairs in between switching things out and putting the rest of the beer back in the refrigerator.

Blair brought hers down just as our parents came home. I was downstairs, cleaning the shower when Blair scared the living shit out of me by tapping on my shoulder. I never heard or felt her come up behind me.

After she finished laughing at me, she pulled me toward the stairs. "They're back and you need to see this."

For some reason, Dad thought it was a great idea to put a camera in the garage. Today was Exhibit A as to why it was a bad idea.

I backtracked the video feed to when they pulled in. Dad took a while getting out of the car. He went around to the passenger side and it took Mom even longer to get out.

As they made their way to the door, they looked up at the camera and Blair hit pause. "Talk about rode hard and put away wet."

I had never seen two more exhausted looking people in my life. If you added some zombie make up, they would have won any Halloween costume contest.

"Told you." Blair was standing behind me, her boobs pressing into my back as she pointed at the monitor.

"Doesn't prove anything except they had a good time." I didn't want to start thinking about sex in this position. It would be impossible to hide an erection.

"I bet that's her underwear in that bag." I hadn't noticed the plastic shopping bag in her hand. It didn't appear to have a lot in it.

"TMI. They're allowed to have a private life."

Blair huffed and pretended to wrap her hands around my neck to strangle me. "You're no fun."

"So I've heard." Blair's hands had stayed on my shoulders and her tits were still pressed into my back as she leaned against me. I stood up quickly as my cock started to fill with blood my brain desperately needed for thinking. "I need to finish cleaning up before I forget."

"We can go get something to eat later, when you're done." Blair turned on the TV in the den and settled down to watch some movie while I returned downstairs to finish cleaning up.

We ended up going to a little wings place in South Duxbury for lunch. I hadn't been in a few years but, like most things around here, it hadn't changed much.

Today, it was a little busier than usual. We lucked out and got a table off to the side. As we made our way to it, I could hear some of the remarks and I could feel the eyes on us. Blair seemed unbothered by it.

I recognized some of the customers and staff, a lot of the younger ones I didn't know. I spotted Avery and Elliott a few tables away. She was busy with her phone and he never seemed to take his eyes off Blair as soon as he spotted her. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but on the inside I was not happy.

I went to the counter to order. It took a few minutes since I had to wait in line. The cashier handed me the receipt and the little number tree and when I turned around, Elliott was leaning on the table talking to Blair.

It took me a moment to realize the conversation was one-sided, Blair's gaze kept shooting in my direction while she nodded and smiled politely. Avery still had her face glued to her phone, not even looking up as someone bumped her chair passing by.

I carried our food to the table as Elliott looked up and saw me. He leaned over and said something in her ear before walking back to sit down at his table. I tried not to laugh at her expression. It was a good thing he couldn't see it, because I recognized it. It would have inflicted severe ego damage.

I slid the basket and the sauces in the center of the table before heading back to get our drinks. Turning around, I recognized another wannabe player taking his shot. Damon went to BC, he was also an accounting major. He had the annoying habit of referring to himself as "The Short King." Most of the girls called him "Shortcake" behind his back.

As I walked up to the table, Blair recited a phone number. It wasn't hers, I didn't recognize the area code. Blair sounded enthusiastic when Damon told her he'd text her later.

She waited until he left before taking a sip of her tea. "Ten dollars says he's going to send a dick pic."

"That why you gave him the phony number?"

Blair laughed. "Oh, it's a real number. If he's nice, he's told that I'm not interested and I didn't want to embarrass him in public. If he sends a dick pic, he's going to get roasted. I heard he likes sending self portraits and doesn't like taking no for an answer."

"Yeah, around campus they call him 'Shortcake.' I think I can guess why."

Blair almost choked on her wing. "That's terrible. Probably true but still terrible."

"I saw Elliott."

"Yeah. He was just saying, 'Hi.'" Blair leaned forward and dropped her voice. "I don't think he'd be happy knowing his girlfriend was checking somebody out when they walked past."

"Who? She hasn't looked up from her phone the entire time."

Blair gave me that "I've got a secret" grin. I carefully looked around the room but couldn't identify anyone who Avery might be interested in. "Who, Blair?"

"She's looking at him right now."

My head turned before I could even think about what I was doing. Avery was sitting with her elbows on the table, looking over the top of her phone. Our eyes met and she flashed a quick smile before turning her attention back to her phone. I felt my face turning red while Blair sat and giggled at me.

"She likes you."

"Probably getting back at Elliott and just another way to fuck with you."

"I don't think she's fucking with me. She apologized for being a bitch a couple of days ago. I don't know that we're ever going to be friends but we're not enemies."

"She could be the next Mother Teresa but the bitch version will always be the one I remember first. She can like me all she wants, it's not going to be reciprocated."

Blair shifted slightly in her chair and I felt her foot against mine under the table. "We were kids. Don't hold a grudge."

"Whatever. Those two deserve each other." After the shit she put my sister through, she was lucky it wasn't a blood feud. "What did Elliott want?"

"He thought it would be fun if we hung out sometime. I told him we'd think about it." She snatched the last wing before I could. I waited until she popped it in her mouth.

"I'd rather listen to our parents fuck, thank you very much." Blair's face turned red as she struggled not to laugh and spew food.

When she managed to swallow, she kicked me under the table. "You know you like being an accessory during the fact to vagicide. I think they know you can hear them and they're trying to get you out of the house."

"Eww." I timed that one perfectly, too. Tea squirted out of her nose and she began coughing. I handed her a couple of napkins as our table neighbors stared in curiosity.

"Stop it, Wade. Not funny." But it was. That's why I did it.

We picked up our trash and headed for the door, giving Elliott a nod as we walked past. Avery gave a small wave, which I politely returned.

We were in the car heading back when Blair tapped my arm. "You ever wonder if maybe they get off knowing you can hear them?"

In my best announcer voice, I intoned, "Recorded live before a studio audience --"

I had to pull into a parking lot because I couldn't see well enough to drive. It took close to ten minutes before we settled down enough to continue home.

The house was still quiet when we descended the stairs into the basement. We wouldn't see our parents until sometime this evening, when they came down for food.

Blair found a couple of movies she wanted to watch and I napped, arm and leg entwined as we sprawled out on the couch. She got up once for a bathroom break and when she came back, she had me stretch out and she spooned into me. I immediately went back to sleep.

When I woke up, my hand was on the bare skin of her stomach and my erection was cradled between her ass cheeks. Fortunately, she was out as well. Our legs were tangled together, making it impossible to move without waking her up. When I tried to move, she moved with me, leaving me no choice but to wake her up.

Blair fought it until I threatened to dump her on the floor. We made our way upstairs to find Dad had made sandwiches and taken them upstairs. We knew it was him by the total disaster area he left behind. Mom must have been wiped if she hadn't come down.

We ate and watched more TV in the den, once again becoming a human pretzel on the couch. By eleven, we were both fighting sleep so we shut everything down.

By the stairs to the second floor, Blair wrapped me in a tight hug. "Goodnight."

We hadn't done that since we were kids. I returned it enthusiastically with my own, "Goodnight."

I waited until she was upstairs, set the alarm, and quickly fell asleep.

Beginning the next morning, our lives fell into a routine. Weekdays, we swam in the morning, followed by housework, lunch, then sometimes errands or just getting out of the house. After dinner, usually TV watching, either in the den with our parents, moving downstairs on "party nights" or when they went out.

"Party nights," we spent on the couch listening to our parents entertain themselves. While we continued to masturbate, we stayed covered up under the throw.

Saying my parents were kinky was like saying the sun was hot. While doctor/patient was their clear favorite, guard/prisoner, handyman/housewife, and professor/grad student made an appearance.

My favorite was the guard/prisoner because Mom could talk some serious shit. She would mouth off and Dad made her cum for it.

Weekends were generally the same. Our parents would sometimes go out on Saturday night. We hung out with Elliott and Avery a couple of times, along with some other people we knew. Elliott tried, I'll give him credit, but quickly figured out Blair wasn't interested. I was friendly with Avery but nothing more. I got the impression that they wanted something more from us than just simple friendship.

I did go to my therapy appointment with Mike. Veronica had sent the report and video to him and he was the one who brought up the subject of switching therapists. We saw her the following week and we did the follow up session.

July Fourth fell on a Saturday, meaning our parents would be venturing over to the Carter's house in Quincy for their weekend party. According to the calendar, it would start the evening of July third, being a holiday.

We had made plans to watch the fireworks display in Plymouth. Avery's grandparents had a house near the harbor and Avery and Elliott were throwing a pool party and then a watch party on the fourth.

That Friday, we had just finished our swim when Blair's friend Ivy texted her and we had to change our plans. Ivy had heard that the party was going to be "suits optional" and there would be a lot of alcohol.

Blair showed me the text and I simply nodded. Ivy had invited us to a barbecue pool party instead, and we accepted. Saturday morning, Blair texted that she had started cramping and we wouldn't be going. Avery begged me to change my mind but I explained I didn't want to leave Blair by herself.

We still managed to see most of the fireworks from Ivy's house anyway. We had a great time, we saw a few people we went to high school with, and we missed the shitshow at Avery and Elliott's party.

According to people that were there, it was clothing optional, there was alcohol, and a lot of underaged drinking to go along with it. Not to mention the near-drowning that exposed it all.

Mom and Dad got home late Sunday morning. As exhausted as they were, they had questions about Avery and Elliott's party.

It was news to us. Their relief at that news was evident. We told them the truth, that we had been invited, originally accepted the invitation, but learned afterward some of the details, uninvited ourselves, and went to Ivy and Steven's little party instead.

Fortunately, they didn't ask about Ivy's party or what we did after that.

Ivy Richards had been in our graduating class. We hadn't been particularly friendly as kids, our parents had different friend circles. After graduation, Blair went to TSU and Ivy was accepted to the University of Texas. They ran into each other by chance and discovered they had quite a bit in common.

I remembered Ivy as being a little heavy and very shy. The Ivy that answered the door was neither of those. Her parents decided to tour Europe and she had come back with her brother Steven to housesit for the summer.

There were a couple of other girls there that I recalled as being a year or two behind us. They kept referring to themselves as "The Ugly Duckling Club."

Like Blair and Ivy, somewhere along the line, they had transformed and the last thing you could call any of them was ugly.

We ate, we swam, we ate some more, and then Steven turned out the pool lights and we watched the fireworks. After the finale, everyone pitched in to clean up, and we called it a night.

I pulled into the garage, shut off the alarm until we were inside, and then rearmed it. Blair had headed upstairs as soon as I had the door open so I shut off the lights and went downstairs.

I was getting ready to take off my shorts when I heard the sound of bare feet on the stairs.

"I forgot something." Blair was wearing one of my old T-shirts, it barely came down to the top of her thighs.

I looked around, confused. The only things I had brought down were mine. "What?"

"This." Before my mind could register that her arms were around my neck, her lips were touching mine. I tried to back up in surprise but her arms were tight around me, I fell backward onto the bed with Blair on top of me.

"What the --"

Blair didn't give me a chance to finish the sentence. My hands had landed on her hips when we landed and my very confused brain decided that the most important piece of information I needed to know in the moment was that she wasn't wearing anything under that shirt.

Something somewhere finally clicked and I tried to push her off before something very bad happened.

"What the fuck are you doing?" It was more of a whisper than anything but it was all I could manage with her on top of me.

"Putting an end to this bullshit." Blair kissed me again and my body began its betrayal. The only woman I had ever kissed on the lips before had been Blair, done as an irritant when we were really young. Of course, I had kissed my mother, sister, and various female relatives on the cheek over the years.

This was different. All the feelings I had been trying to repress all summer were surfacing and my logical mind did what it needed to do, and it shut off.

"That's better." Blair's tongue gently tested the waters, found it welcoming, and she dove in. I kissed her back, letting the sensation flood my brain. Her taste, her scent, the feel of her lips on mine and her hips under my hands were intoxicating.

Blair shifted and moaned into my mouth, and that's when I realized how hard my cock was. Logical brain woke its ass up.

"We can't, I can't --"

"Bullshit. You want this, too." Blair ground against my erection to illustrate her point.

"I don't want to lose you again." I could feel my eyes start to sting and my voice came out as a whisper. "I'm sorry, I can't do that again."

"You're not going to lose me, Wade. We both want this. I'm scared, too. We're jumping into the deep end and as long as we stick together, we'll make it. I trust you and I need you to trust yourself."

"Blair --"

"No, Wade. I love you. That's been part of my problem all along. I couldn't tell you then. I didn't know how. When I didn't lose the baby fat like you did, I was afraid of losing you to somebody like Avery. I hated myself."

Blair kissed me gently. "It took me a long time to figure it out. I love you and we both know you love me. Say it."

Blair stared into my eyes. "I love you, Blair Cavanaugh."

Five words. Five simple words, and the truth indeed set me free. "And I love you, Wade Cavanaugh. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me."

I did. When we stopped to breathe, her T-shirt came off, followed by my shorts and boxers. My hands roamed her body, exploring everywhere I could reach. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy along the shaft of my now achingly hard cock.

When she lifted her hips and reached for my dick, I warned her, "I'm going to cum really quick."

"We've got the rest of our lives to work on your timing." Once she had the head lubricated with our fluids, she locked eyes with me as she lowered herself gently until she was sitting on my pelvis.

The feeling was incredible. The second she began undulating her hips, I came. Blair continued slowly riding me as if it hadn't happened, even as it leaked out of her and onto me.

I sincerely didn't give a shit, either. I was too busy worshipping her tits to really notice. The longer I played with them, the harder she ground against me, which succeeded in making me fully erect again. I had no idea those things could be that much fun.

Her first orgasm was slow to arrive but, holy shit, was it fun to watch. Blair had been holding onto the headboard as she ground her mound against me. I could feel her pussy squeezing me as she shook from the intensity of the sensations. I don't think either one of us realized how long she had been holding her breath until she collapsed on top of me.

I was still hard as we rolled over so that she was underneath me. Wrapping her legs around me, she encouraged me to continue as she ran her hands all over me. I happened to shift slightly and she gasped and tightened her legs around me.

"Slower. Oh, yeah, right there. Just back and forth a little. Like that, baby. A little slow--"

The rest was lost to a moan as she wrapped her arms and legs around me and buried her face in my shoulder. I could feel her hips jerking against me as she came. When she relaxed a little bit, I picked up where I left off. It didn't take me long to cum with her whispering in my ear how good I felt fucking her.

We cuddled for a while, until the mess we made was too cold and uncomfortable. I pulled the bedspread to wash while Blair cleaned up. Back under the covers, I set the alarm to get up early.

As we settled in, I had only one question. "Why?"

Blair sighed. "Because you can't take a hint and I got tired of waiting."

"Oh."

"So," she paused while she turned to look at me, "are we still good?"

I kissed her forehead, since that was the closest body part. "Yeah. I meant what I said, Blair. I do love you. I haven't felt this good in a long time."

"That's good, because now that you deflowered me, you're stuck with me."

Oh, shit. "Hell of a time to ask but --"

"Yes, Wade, I'm on the pill. I'm not ready to think about kids right now."

"I'm not, either. And for the record, you were the aggressor and you corrupted me first."

Blair stretched to give a long, gentle kiss. "And I'd do it again."

I woke up in the same position I had fallen asleep in, on my back with Blair draped over me. She mumbled threats of physical violence as I worked my way from under her.

Throwing on a pair of shorts, I checked the camera in the garage, Dad's car was still gone, and I threw the bedspread into the dryer.

Downstairs, Blair was up and just starting the shower. She was bent over, examining my bottle of shampoo and I stood in the doorway and stared.

Caught up in the moment last night, I hadn't noticed much about her body other than her breasts. She was even more beautiful nude, hair mussed up and all.

She turned and squealed in surprise. "Wade! Don't do that!"

"Sorry. Just enjoying the view." The view from the front was damn good, too. She had a little patch of neatly trimmed public hair above the cutest pussy in the world.

Blair pushed past me, "Need my stuff from upstairs. I'm not putting that crap in my hair." I heard her run up the stairs and back down. She reappeared with an armful of stuff.

"Damn, you gonna leave room for me?"

Her answer was to set her things on the built-in shower bench and pull me into the shower, shorts and all. After pulling them down and wringing them out, I tossed them in the sink.

We spent what felt like a very long time exploring each other's body with our hands. I can safely say we were cleaner than clean by the time the hot water ran out.

By the time our parents got home, my bed was back to normal, we had eaten and straightened up, and everything appeared normal to the outside world.

The next week was interesting, to say the least. Details from Avery and Elliott's party trickled down through the grapevine, each version a little more outrageous than the last.

We kept a low profile around the house, playing the role of ideal brother and sister. We didn't have sex while they were home, even when they went upstairs early to "watch TV." If we could hear them, they would be able to hear us. Of course, we got each other off manually because that was more fun.

During the day, when they were gone? Clothing became optional indoors and out. We learned what positions we liked and what we didn't. We experienced oral sex for the first time, then a second... my vote for unsung hero of humanity goes to the first man and woman who looked at each other's stuff and said, "I think I'll put that in my mouth and see what happens." It was magic, that's what.

We hung out with Ivy and Steven a couple of times. I noticed that they were pretty close, much like we had been. I liked Steven, we shared the same tastes in music and movies.

Tuesday, July thirteenth, was rainy and cool. We were over at the Richards', hanging out and goofing around. Blair and Ivy had spent the last thirty minutes texting furiously back and forth before we cut out to go home.

On the short drive back, Blair seemed a little wound up, in a less than desirable way. She wasn't any better through dinner, either. When the folks disappeared upstairs for their usual fun time, we cleaned up and made our way downstairs for ours.

"Everything okay?" Blair was still fidgety as I rubbed her shoulders.

"There's a party tomorrow night and I, uh," her pause wasn't encouraging at all, "said yes without asking if you wanted to go."

"Whose party?" Avery and Elliott's disaster was still being discussed with enthusiasm among people we knew. I wasn't inclined to go to a party held by somebody I didn't know for a while.

"A girl I know from TSU, Ava. She's pretty cool."

The fact that I was having to ask for details wasn't encouraging, either. "Where at?"

"Cambridge."

Yikes. "Cambridge?"

"Yeah. It's a house party, about a dozen couples including us. It's going to be themed." Mom's moan interrupted Blair.

We were laying on the bed, already naked. I slid my hand up her thigh and then in between them. She was already extremely turned on. Blair began slowly stroking me as Mom ramped up her commentary.

"Have you heard of National Nude Day?" She squeezed my shaft as I flicked my tongue over her diamond hard nipples.

"Nope."

She squirmed as I sucked on each one while sliding two fingers inside. "You're the only person who's seen me naked since high school. I think I need to do this. Be naked in front of people I don't know."

Blair was now soaking the towel we put down, my hand was covered with her wetness. "Are you sure?"

Blair nodded, biting her lip as she stopped stroking me to hold my hand where she wanted it as she came, her back arching as her legs pinned my hand between them.

"On one condition. If you feel uncomfortable or unsafe, we're out." I wasn't sure about being nude in front of anybody else but Blair but if she felt it was something she needed to do, then I would do it.

The loud thwack made both of us jump. We probably would have heard Mom without the tile echo chamber. "Harder, Daddy. Harder!"

"Ivy and Steven are going, too." That got my attention.

"They're brother and sister."

Blair giggled, "And we're not? It's our cover. I'm going with Steven and you're taking Ivy. He won't let her go by herself and he trusts you. We're going to stick together."

The rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the wall began in earnest. Dad was really getting after it tonight, that was certain.

Dad's voice was too low to hear what he was saying but it was doing a number on Mom. When she started moaning "Jason," it was just a matter of time.

Blair quickly rolled over and straddled me. I grabbed her hand as she reached for my cock. "We agreed."

The want in her eyes was very evident. "They're too busy to catch us. I'll be quiet, I promise."

She adjusted our positions and easily slid down, until she was fully encasing me. As she began rocking back and forth, I whispered, "Are you trying to get us caught?"

Blair shivered and ground harder, so I decided to run with it. "Is that what you want? You want Mom and Dad to walk in on us fucking our brains out?" She leaned forward, bracing herself with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other.

Her breathing grew ragged. "Doggystyle. They walk in just as I cum in your pussy."

She was remarkably quiet, given how hard she came. She buried her face in my shoulder as the ripples coursing through her pussy triggered the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

That was a new kink for me. Blair slowly lowered herself onto me and we kissed deeply. Mom's loud orgasm as Dad tried to drive the headboard through the wall didn't even faze us.

After we caught our breath, I bundled up the towels to wash tomorrow. Blair was in the bathroom cleaning herself up so we could go to bed. Their voices were clear in the bathroom.

"Jesus, Tracy, why didn't you say something?" Dad's voice was concerned. "I don't think it's broken, just sprained."

"I didn't feel it, honey. You know how I get."

"I'm going to go get some ice. Try not to bend your wrist."

"Try to remember to tie my hands together next time."

Blair groaned, hand over her mouth. "God, Mom. Really?" Her nipples were starting to harden again. Unfortunately, there wasn't any way I was getting hard again soon.

We crawled into bed but she was still turned on and couldn't get comfortable. After Dad came down for the ice, I started whispering into her ear as she began fingering herself to another getting caught fantasy, where they walked in on us as I had her bent over the sink in the kitchen. She came hard to that one, too. We fell asleep quickly after that.

Dad was up and gone by his usual time. It wasn't long after that Mom was up and moving around, getting ready to work from home.

Blair snuck upstairs to shower and change while Mom was in the shower. I hopped in the shower after Mom finished hers and before Blair took hers. We had a busy day planned and the sooner we got started, the better.

When I wandered into the kitchen to get breakfast, Mom was pouring a cup of coffee. The Ace bandage on her wrist was obvious.

"What happened to you?" It was hard not to smirk as I asked the question.

Mom had the decency to blush a little. "I slipped in the shower and hurt my wrist."

Trying a tactic from my parents' playbook, I didn't say anything and just nodded.

"I dropped the soap and then stepped on it by accident."

"Ouch. You're lucky you didn't break anything."

"Hey, Mom. Whoa, what happened?" Blair breezed in, giving Mom a hug and pretending to notice the bandaged wrist.

Confident her story held water, she repeated it. We commiserated with her while we ate. Blair finished eating first and took her bowl over to the sink. Mom was finishing her second cup of coffee when I saw my chance.

Blair had just started to finish the last of her juice over the sink and Mom had just taken her last mouthful of coffee. "You ever thought about soap on a rope?"

Blair spewed orange juice all over the sink. Mom kept her cool, mostly. She did blush a bit. "That's a good idea."

Blair sounded like she was fighting for her life, trying to laugh, cough, and breath at the same time. Mom coolly got up, put her dirty dishes in the sink, and went back upstairs.

Blair examined the front of her T-shirt and glared at me before going upstairs to change.

She waited until we were in the car before saying anything. "What is wrong with you?"

"What? She said she slipped on the soap. What do you want me to say? 'At least you didn't fall on Dad's dick?'"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Is that a challenge?"

"You're going to give it away. Then what are we going to do?" Blair looked at me out of the corner of her eye.

I licked my lips as lewdly as I could. She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her the rest of the way to the Richards' house. I figured I was going to be paying for it later.

Ivy and Steven were ready to go when we pulled into their driveway. The girls explained the plan and Steven provided the appropriate translation when necessary.

The males were going as Sonny Crockett clones from Miami Vice. The girls were going for the preppy look and big hair. It took the better part of the morning to find what we needed.

We dropped Ivy and Steven off at their house to start getting ready. They would be picking us up around four-thirty. The party was scheduled to start at six but early arrivals would be welcomed.

Our parents were aware we were going out. I knew they were a little concerned, especially after the disaster we avoided, but we assured them that we would leave immediately if anything got weird. They had met Ivy and Steven, we had hung out at our house a few times, and were comfortable with our friends. Parents were going to be parents.

Dad had finished his hospital rounds and made it back before we did. When they finally stopped laughing, they gave us some experienced suggestions for authenticity.

We each packed an overnight bag since a stay was part of the invitation. Steven pulled up to the house at four-fifteen, we got a ten minute lecture on being careful, and we were on the road to Cambridge.

We pulled into the parking garage at quarter to six. We found the elevator we had been instructed to use and took it to the top floor. The three of them were acting like it was some kind of inside joke the entire trip.

The elevator doors slid open and we stepped into a nicely decorated reception area. Ava introduced herself and her sister Zoey, both dressed like Cyndi Lauper.

Zoey took us down a hall to a room where we could stay overnight if we wished. She handed keys to Blair and Ivy while we dropped bags on beds.

Ivy whispered something to Blair and literally pulled Steven out of the room. Blair closed the door quietly and turned to me.

"I wasn't totally honest about tonight. You're not here with Ivy, you're here with me. Ivy and Steven are like us. Everybody you meet tonight is like us."

I had only known the Richards for a week and a half. Not once did I think they were anything more than a brother and sister who just liked each other.

Blair draped her arms around my neck. "You look surprised."

"I am, kind of. They're good at hiding it. Do they know about us?"

"Yeah. I'll tell you the story about how we found out about each other later. Right now, we should go out and meet everyone."

"Before we do that, is there anything else I should know?"

"We get naked at nine. That's when the party really starts." I could feel Blake shiver as she spoke.

Before I could respond, Ivy stuck her head inside the door, "Time to get the party started."

We followed her out to the lobby area. There were a few other couples already assembled. Ava and Zoey went over the rules, more for our benefit than the group's. There were the usual introductions, first names and how long they had been together. Turns out Steven and Ivy hooked up right after she moved in with him in Austin.

It was no surprise to us that we were the newest couple, technically, at a week and a half.

After pointing out the buffet set up, the overhead lights dimmed and Zoey closed out the talk with, "Remember, whatever it is you think happened here tonight, it did not. The no phone rule starts now."

Ava raised a remote and the intro to Kenny Loggins' "Danger Zone" swelled through the overhead speakers. "Remember, we're all family here."

Everybody groaned. A voice in the back added, "That party is next door."

We found a table and got ourselves something to eat. Couples and small groups wandered around, stopping by to personally introduce themselves.

Blair actually got me to dance a little. It was obvious after the first couple of songs that whoever made the playlist wasn't very good at it. The song choices were okay, it was the flow that was the problem.

I was standing with Steven and Dan, discussing how we would fix the playlist, when Zoey appeared with a laptop. She set it down on the nearest table and invited us to have at it.

It didn't take the three of us very long to get it sorted out. Zoey was back a few minutes later to have us fix a second playlist. Dan was an experienced member and knew the schedule of events, we were just providing different suggestions. Nobody was complaining about the results.

When "I Want to Know What Love Is" started to play, everyone not dancing started moving tables and chairs out of the way to clear an area under the overhead lights.

There was a short silence before a sound clip of a bell tolling segued into the intro of "In the Air Tonight." Ava stood under the light and waited for the clip to fade out. "Ladies and gentlemen. It's time to grin and bare it!"

I felt Blair's grip on my hand tighten. I whispered in her ear, "I got you so whenever you're ready."

She kissed me softly. "If I don't do it now, I won't." Ivy reached over and took Blair's hand and we followed the girls back to the room.

Steven closed the door and the four of us just stood there, looking at each other. I could now see that Ivy looked just as nervous as Blair felt. I nodded to Steven and turned Blair to face them.

Without saying a word, we slowly undressed our sisters, one item at a time, while they watched. Both girls were thoroughly turned on by the time they were naked.

I had seen Ivy in bikinis before but quite honestly, she was even more beautiful naked. Careful to keep my voice down, I murmured in Blair's ear, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Blair nodded. "Guess what? She's only the second most beautiful woman here." That elicited a smile. Judging from Ivy's smile, Steven must have said something similar.

The girls turned around and undressed us, taking great care to make sure we got turned on, too. Blair didn't even bother to whisper, "Fair's fair."

Now that we were nude, it was time to face the music. We followed the girls out, using them as a human boner shield. I couldn't tell you which one of us was the most nervous.

When we entered the main room, most of the attention was on Dan, Paul, and Drew, who were in the middle of a Chippendale's routine. Most of the "harassment" was coming from their sisters, and they were fucking hilarious.

Without really intending to, I did notice that a lot of the guys were having the same problem I was with an erection. They just seemed to ignore it so I tried to concentrate on doing the same. I hated gym in school and was never comfortable with group nudity. This didn't seem so bad.

One noticeable side effect of no clothing was the dancing got raunchier. After a while, everyone was turned on to some degree, anyway.

At first, Blair and Ivy were hesitant about doing anything that might attract attention. I think that after seeing all the different body types and the lack of negative comments, they were able to relax.

It felt late when the party started winding down. Couples disappeared or wandered off in a small group. Grabbing a few water bottles, we headed back to our room. I helped Steven push the beds together to make a bed three mattresses wide.

I motioned to Steven to have Ivy stretch out in one direction and I guided Blair so she was laying in the opposite direction. Grabbing pillows, we elevated their heads so they could see over or around us.

Neither one of us said much as Steven started at one ankle and began kissing up Ivy's leg, and I followed suit with Blair. When we reached the girls' inner thigh, we did the other leg.

By the time we hit the top of the other leg, each sister was playing with her pussy and kneading a tit, working over their nipple. They kept their eyes on each other as we started exploring their pussy with tongue and fingers. Blair guided my head to the side so Ivy had a really good view of what I was doing.

I heard her cum first and Blair was right behind her, squeezing my head between her legs as a tremendous orgasm tore through her. If I hadn't been fighting for my own life, I would have liked to see Steven fighting for his.

Blair rolled me over on my back and mounted me. Ivy had Steven shift down so she was nearly even with Blair, then she sat on her brother's cock. Holding each other upright, they slowly drove us insane riding us.

I just tried to focus on Blair. I've always had a weakness for seeing two girls together and watching Blair and Ivy hanging on to each other fueled unwanted fantasies of touching and kissing. I was very close to losing it.

Gauging by the noises Steven was making, I guessed he might be having a similar problem.

He was. Blair's orgasm when Steven blew his load triggered mine. Ivy had one in there somewhere, too, but I was too busy trying to make a direct deposit in Blair's uterus to care. The only noise for the next few minutes was muttered profanities and heavy breathing.

There was a light tap and the door cracked open. Ava stuck her head in and sighed. "Shit, we missed it."

Blair and Ivy waved the twins in and they closed the door behind them. "Having fun yet?" Zoey couldn't keep her hands off her sister, who was by all measures enjoying the attention.

"I bet we can get them to go another round." Ava's grin spelled trouble. Blair started squirming on top of me.

"From the way Steven looks, it might take a minute or two. That's okay, we've got time." Zoey fondled Ava's tit, flicking the nipple with her thumb. It hardened quickly.

I felt a twitch in my cock. The twin sisters began kissing and running their hands all over each other. When they broke for air, Ava asked me, "Did she tell you how we met?"

"Not yet." Blair was still grinding against me, getting more aroused by the minute. Ivy wasn't far behind. Steven seemed to be enjoying what was going on, too.

"I was giving a private tutoring session one night at the beginning of the semester. I knew we had new neighbors and I thought I heard them leave. At the conclusion of my lesson, I could hear somebody next door trying to muffle their orgasm."

Blair was playing with her pussy again at this point, Ivy still had her back to me but it sounded like she was as well.

"I introduced myself the next day, I thought she was totally cute and she was really shy, which just turned me on. I love a challenge."

Zoey pushed her sister back and began kissing her way down from her nipples to her shaved mound. Ava continued, with the occasional understandable pause, "We started talking and I let it slip that I had slept with my sister. She kept talking about you and how she had ruined your relationship. Between me and Yolie, we finally convinced her to get counseling. When she didn't freak out about it, I knew she was one of us."

Ava was interrupted by an orgasm as Zoey used a couple of fingers inside Ava while she noisily sucked on her clit. When she caught her breath, she picked up where she left off.

"I would let her know when I was having someone over, hoping she would be willing to join but she finally told me her truth. She only wanted you. So we worked out a plan and here you are."

Ava and Zoey got to their feet and moved to the sides of the bed, Ava on our side and Zoey next to Ivy.

What happened next gave me and Steven an almost instant erection.

Ava kissed Blair in the most sensually obscene way possible. That kiss was so hot, it ruined lesbian porn for me forever. According to Steven, Zoey did the same thing to Ivy.

Ava maneuvered Blair off of me and positioned her on her back. She took her time kissing her way down Blair's body, hitting the erogenous zones thoroughly.

As she positioned herself between Blair's thighs, she whispered loud enough for me to hear, "I've wanted to eat this pussy since the day I met you."

Blair started to tell her, "Wade came inside --"

"We have a brother, we've eaten plenty of his cum out of each other's pussies before." Ivy came loudly. My cock was twitching in time with my heart rate, which felt dangerously close to redlining.

Then she did exactly that. Blair came so hard the second time, she nearly blacked out. Ava crawled on her hands and knees between us. Keeping her voice low, she murmured into Blair's ear. "I'll leave you and Ivy to experiment. Wade and Steven really enjoyed our little demonstration. Of course, should you ever decide you'd like to return the favor, come for Halloween." Ava kissed Blair again and the twins returned to the other bed.

"Now I want to watch these boys fuck the living shit out of their sisters." Zoey slid one hand between her legs. "I like to watch, too."

Placing Blair and Ivy facing each other on hands and knees, we lined up behind them. Blair was so wet I was sure she was dripping. I watched Steven line up, adjust slightly, and slide it into a willing Ivy.

I went slow, feeling Blair's hand between her legs, teasing herself. The other hand held Ivy's, fingers interlocked. The two girls stared into each other's eyes as we incrementally increased our speed until the room was full of female moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Blair's hand picked up speed, signaling she was close. When Steven drove hard for the last time, Ivy mumbled, "Too much" and her eyes rolled back as she collapsed on the bed, shaking.

Blair began grunting almost as loudly as I was and thrusting back as I drove into her as hard as I could. I was somewhat aware of Ava's head between Zoey's legs while fingers were jammed in her pussy.

Zoey took a while to catch her breath. "Now that's what I call fucking." Ava agreed.

The twins hung around until Ivy was coherent again before leaving. We changed the sheets and mattress protectors before crawling into bed and passing out.

The next morning, we were actually among the first to leave. I think Blair was embarrassed by the number of people who hoped to see us at Halloween. I know I was.

The ride home was quiet. Blair leaned her head on my shoulder and dozed. Steven and Ivy held hands, since he was driving and she had shotgun.

Mom and Dad were already at work when we were dropped off. Blair climbed the stairs gingerly to put her things in her room before navigating the stairs down just as carefully. I had my own muscle soreness to deal with so I held off on the jokes.

We were floating in the pool, letting the sun and warm water do their thing. Blair looked like she had something to ask. "You got something on your mind?"

"About Ava --"

"Watching two women has always been a fantasy. I had it fulfilled by the person I love most in this world." The slight twitch reminded me it was still tender.

"It wouldn't bother you?"

"What, you and Ivy?" That had become my next ultimate fantasy, watching my hot sister and her equally hot best friend fuck. "I thought you weren't into other women?"

"I wasn't being honest with either of us. I didn't want to give you a reason to say no."

"I'm not going to say no to anything you want, you know that, right?"

Blair nodded. I stuck out my hand, she took it, and I pulled the two floating chairs together. "If it's something you want, then I want it, too. I'd love to watch but it's okay if I don't." I kissed her hand when I finished.

"We want to but both of you have to be good with it. I guess Steven can't wait, he thought that was the hottest thing Ivy's ever done."

"I can't say he was wrong. Watching Ava make you cum was amazing."

Blair rubbed the crotch of her bikini bottom gently. "Yeah, apparently." We both laughed, her tension relieved.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon floating in the shade, talking quietly about nothing. We climbed out shortly before our parents got home to change.

Dinner was normal, they only asked basic questions about our evening. Mom's wrist was still wrapped so I helped Blair with dinner. We cleaned up afterward as well so she could rest it.

What wasn't normal was Mom and Dad heading upstairs immediately after dinner. Mom generally required a couple of days of recovery before the weekend.

As soon as we finished, we headed downstairs. I didn't have Blair half undressed before Dad was absolutely railing Mom and she was encouraging him. Three fucking times. The only way Blair could stand having her pussy touched was with my tongue.

The things we do for love.

Friday for us was the usual. We swam, we cleaned a little, we texted back and forth with Ivy and Steven, making plans for Saturday. We were both feeling much better overall.

As was the family custom, Mom ordered pizza for dinner and Dad would pick it up on his way home. Nothing out of the ordinary. Dad came in carrying the pizza and set it on the table, next to Mom's iPad.

I went to pick it up to move it out of the way while Blair pulled out plates, tumblers, and napkins.

"Leave that, Wade." There was something about Dad's tone that didn't invite questioning so I left it. I helped Blair set the table while Dad went upstairs. Blair looked at the iPad and then me, and all I could do was shrug my shoulders.

Mom and Dad came back down after a few minutes. We sat down but before we opened the boxes, Mom opened the iPad, turned it so we could see it, and asked in her very best Mom voice, "Somebody care to explain this?"

Blair gasped and I felt the blood drain from my face. "This" was a frame capture, in the highest high density commercially available, of me kneeling behind Blair, obviously balls deep inside her, as we looked up toward the house from one of the deck chairs by the pool.

"Would you believe we were practicing the backstroke?" Fuck it, if we were going to die, my last words would be memorable.

"No." Was Mom really trying not to laugh? Blair looked sick to her stomach.

"Do you understand how wrong this is?" Dad took over the questioning. Typical nice parent/strict parent. Not tonight, bro.

I picked up the iPad and pretended to examine the picture. "Well, I think I'm a little too close to her. If I backed just up a little and straightened my posture, I could probably generate a little more power when I snap my hips forward, and really rock her world."

Blair stared at me, her mouth open but no sound came out. Mom was now bright red, approaching scarlet and stroke territory.

I handed the iPad back to Dad, who turned it around and looked at the picture. "You know, I think you're right --"

"JASON!" Mom literally shrieked and dashed for the bathroom. When she came back, she glared at Dad and then me. "This is serious, Wade."

"Of course it is. If she doesn't have at least one orgasm, I failed as a lover."

"Two, she should have two." Dad opened one of the pizza boxes and took a slice.

"Damn it, Jason. This is not funny." Except it still felt like she was trying not to laugh herself.

"Tracy, we knew this day would probably come," Dad paused, trying not to laugh. "Most days, you need a crowbar to separate them. What would you rather have, this or the last ten years?"

Poor Blair had no clue what was happening. She kept looking back and forth between me and our parents, trying to process it.

Mom turned her attention to Blair. "Honey, you appreciate how serious this is, don't you?"

"Absolutely. Wade always makes sure I have at least two orgasms, usually more." That was my girl, she had my back, even if she wasn't sure what was happening.

I grabbed a slice for Blair and then my own. "How did you know?"

Dad pulled out a slice for Mom, who was still trying to be serious. "The pool gate didn't close and the system sent an alert to my phone. I pulled up the video and almost went into cardiac arrest."

"I'm not sure I like this," Mom was now officially serious. "Please tell me you're still on birth control."

"Yes, ma'am." Blair could answer that question easily.

"What are your plans?" Dad turned off the iPad and set it aside.

"Blair finishes her degree this year. She'll look for a job and wherever she finds one, that's where I'll go as soon as I graduate. It's not going to be fun in the meantime, we know that, but we are deadly serious about being together."

Dad polished off his fourth slice. "If it were anyone else, I would have my doubts. I don't think we need to tell you to be careful. I'm not exactly thrilled about this but I know the two of you well enough to know we're not going to stop you."

"No, sir, I don't think you will."

"Blair?" Mom didn't miss that she had let me do most of the talking.

"I have my other half. I'm not losing him again. We are ride or die."

Mom sighed. "Well, I guess that's that. Your father is right, we suspected this might happen. All I ask is to be careful and please try not to hurt each other."

"You know we will, Mom." Blair patted her hand. "I don't think we're going to forget what being apart was like."

With that, the subject was dropped. There were other, more serious discussions over the rest of the summer. Parents won't ever not be parents.

We never did figure out if they knew we were perving on them from the basement. It probably would have ruined the experience, anyway.

We continued to hang out with Ivy and Steven. Yes, the girls did fuck. In fact, we had so much fun that they have continued to this day. Not that difficult since they bought the house next door to us in San Antonio.

We usually managed to get back to Boston for the summer. Ava and Zoey never failed to welcome the four of us with open arms and other appendages. Nude Day just wouldn't be the same without them.

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