Watching my sister cum to thoughts of me was amazing as her body spasms jerked her entire body into a sort of half crunch with every pulse. I was annoyed that I didn’t have my phone with me as this would have been saved right along with my recording of Mom. As it was, I’d have to settle for the memory and hope that I could catch her again in the future. Always have your phone with you when you’re perving on your family; memories fade but videos don’t.
It was the Wednesday before the break when I started to put the rest of my plan in motion. To start, I did something that I’d wanted to do since that Halloween night when I’d heard Mom say it to her fantasy me: I jizzed into her panties, a black pair so that she would see the stain and know what I had done. Her initial claim about knowing I used their bras was a little unsettling, but since neither had mentioned it to me, I assumed it was something that we all enjoyed and thus I kept doing it. I’d waited this long to do this because I didn’t want Mom to think that I’d heard her that night and just done it to tease her; waiting made it look like this was my choice to up the ante. After stashing her panties back in the drawer (on top so she’d see them first), I sent an email to my hired muscle telling him that it was to happen this Friday night and that I’d leave him some stuff in a bush out front, as well as giving him the address. I told him the house was not so secluded that he’d have free reign, but it wasn’t in the suburbs where everyone could hear everything their neighbours did.
Heading down for dinner, I asked my mom and sister if they wanted to have a movie night on Friday, just the three of us, to kick off the holidays.
“That’s a great idea, sweetie,” Mom said, smiling at me.
“Yeah, sounds fun,” Rheta agreed. “What sort of movie though, I don’t want to be watching some Hallmark cheese fest.”
“I agree,” I said. “I was thinking more along the lines of like The Santa Clause movies; still cheesy but a different type of cheese.”
“Just the first two, the third one is terrible,” Mom said in a very momish voice. “I love me some Martin Short, but that movie is beyond saving even by him.”
We both laughed our agreement at that. “Great!” I said. “Movies, pizza and a date with my two favourite ladies; the holidays are going to be great if they’re starting off with this good a bang!” I couldn’t resist the pun that would go over their heads now, but (hopefully) we’d all laugh about this later. Although, they seemed to be absorbed by the fact that I called them ‘my favourite ladies.’
“Ok, nope, change of plans, I’m out. No way am I spending the first night of the holidays on a ‘date’ with my brother,” Rheta mockingly said.
“Oh, but honey, he called us his favourite ladies,” Mom defended in a voice that was clearly meant to be both a rebuttal against Rhe’s claim, while also taking the piss out of me. But I swear I saw a redness to my sister’s cheeks as Mom reiterated this point. “Henry’s clearly excited; take pity on your brother, he doesn’t get many dates. And besides, I think it’s sweet that he wants to call the time he spends with us dates. But if you don’t want to do it for him, do it for me; I haven’t had a date in ages, and to say I went out with two young hotties is really something my ego needs right now.”
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