Decadence and Beyond

by Thesandman

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Reluctant, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Brother, Sister, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, .

Desc: Sex Story: Brian comes home early from work and is in for the shock of his life.

Obviously this had been going on for a while, though I stood there in shock, briefly chastising myself for not realizing it. Not having a clue, a single hint. A myriad of emotions washing over and through me as I stood there, staring. And neither one of them yet aware that their older brother had come home early ... unexpectedly. How many other times before had my own sister and brother, fraternal twins, been so engaged like this before now?

Our parents had died a few years ago in a horrible traffic accident, leaving me as the only living relative capable of raising them, hardly an adult myself at the time when I did. Only five years senior to my siblings, Jack and Janet had just last year graduated high school, both now working part-time jobs, attending university, and trying to make a better life for themselves, just as I'd been doing. We'd all been busy, working ... going to school, so much so, that there hadn't been time for any real social life, not for any of us. Something I was now even more painfully aware of.

They were on the couch, each with their heads buried between the others legs, oblivious to my presence, which for the life of me, I had not yet made known to them. My initial thoughts being one of anger, disgust, revulsion at what I was seeing. Impulse to run over, yank them a part, scream, yell ... possibly even hit my younger brother in the face for what he was doing to my sister. And then she ... likewise just as culpable, her mouth even then bobbing up and down my brother's amazingly hard stiff cock. I stood frozen where I was, unable to move, thoughts of turning away, confronting them later. And yet ... I could do neither. I couldn't confront, couldn't turn, couldn't just walk away. I found myself growing aroused instead, watching them, watching my own siblings so pleasurably enjoying one another. What I found out was ... I was jealous!

I had in the past caught brief glimpses of my sister naked, or partially so. Early on of course, there was much embarrassment on both parts because of it. But as time passed, as we all became more comfortable with the unusual situation we'd been thrown into, Janet at least became less self conscious about it, as did I. In time, when those moments came, when an inadvertent bumping into one another in the single shared bathroom became unavoidable, we all simply laughed it off, teased, and even flirted just a bit. Though back then, it was indeed a much more innocent flirtation, teasing that most close brothers and sisters would do. Even Jack had seemed to act less shy around his sister. Numerous times I know he had gone into the bathroom while Janet was showering. His need and excuse very often of not being able to wait on her, taking a pee. That had eventually led to a few very important rules around the house.

I knew the shower enclosure was opaque enough that no real intrusion of privacy was ever taken. I had in fact once gone in and done so myself, so I easily accepted and understood the occasional circumstance of this happening. And in fact, had once been in the shower myself when Janet came into the bathroom in order to do the same thing. The difference being at that time, I'd been masturbating, though I seriously doubted she ever knew that.

After a time, it became almost commonplace. Three siblings sharing a small apartment together, with only one bathroom, two bedrooms. It was inevitable then, that the occasional bumping into one another like this became unavoidable. And the fact they'd been thrown together the way they had, sharing a room. Well ... even that hadn't been, or seemed all that strange. They had shared a room for years together at home, until such time at least as Janet started growing breasts, and then mom kicked me out of my room, and made me double up with Jack so sis could have some "female" privacy, as mom put it.

But this ... seeing what I was standing there watching now, went far beyond any of that. "How long had she been sucking my brother's cock?" I silently asked myself. "And how long ... has he been licking my sister's pussy? Not to mention ... the rest of it.

In a weird, totally twisted way, it certainly made some sense. Being fraternal twins, though certainly not really identical, save for a few similar features perhaps, they had always had this extra special closeness growing up. Something I had again felt almost jealous of early on. Though I also knew, five years in the beginning was far more of a difference then, than it was now. At eighteen, my thirteen-year-old siblings were more of a nuisance around me more than anything, though I'd have given my own life up for them had it ever been necessary. Who'd have thought that only two years later, I'd be raising them myself? Let alone, standing here in the open doorway of the living room, watching the two of them thoroughly enjoying a mutual "69" with one another only a year later than that?

I found myself admiring them both, though my thoughts remained jumbled, confused, conflicted. Janet's long shoulder length, reddish brown hair dangled down in front of her, partially obscuring the view as she continued to lick, tickle and suck Jack's cock. Another reason why she obviously hadn't seen me yet. Too absorbed in what she was doing to him, to his cock ... his rigid, rock-hard cock. Her breasts, fuller than I realized perhaps. Only staring at them now, taking them in. Sure, I'd seen them before, glimpses, snippets here and there. Always fleeting, always tearing my eyes away, refusing to take notice even though I did. As though I had somehow erased some of the images, memories ... specific details, not allowing the incestuous thoughts to permeate my mind.

But now I did.

I know for sure I had never seen Janet's nipples so hard, so puckered. Her dark areola's crinkled in arousal, twin little caps, a bit pointed, yet so inviting. Jack's hand occasionally reaching down between them, seeking and then finding one ... playing with it. Hearing my sister's moan of delight and approval, which merely triggered her own hands to likewise stroke, fondle or caress her brother's cock even more than she currently was.

I could feel the seepage of my own prick wetting the front of my trousers, not even needing to look down in order to confirm it. My shaft hard-felt now, pressing almost painfully so against my slacks, the temptation to reach down, unzip ... release, and pleasure myself as I stood here, too bizarre a thought to actually do, yet so very tempted into doing just that.

"Oh Janet! Janet! You're going to make me cum!" Jack suddenly announced, the excitement of his impending release quite obvious. She lifted up some, expectant perhaps, removing her hair away from her face, her mouth still open, inviting the onslaught, which just then began. But as he did ... as his spunk suddenly leapt from the tiny slit in the tip of his cock, her eyes locked on mine as I continued to stand there, glued momentarily, feet to the floor. It felt like it was happening in slow motion. Watching my brother's cock spurting, streamers of his spunk hitting her chin as opposed to going inside her mouth where she'd no doubt intended it. Some of it now splashing against those magnificent breasts, which I again more fully looked at, seeing the white sticky cream of Jack's spunk now clinging to them as she rose up further, mouth still agape, though no sounds had as yet been uttered by either one of us. Jack ... still fully and totally unaware of my presence, his cry of pleasure continuing, cock still spurting ... clueless. And all either one of us could do, was look into one another's eyes while he continued doing so, groaning out his deep felt pleasure.

And as we did, I felt the pleasured release of my cock spurting off inside my pants, jolt after jolt of my own semen, no doubt flooding my underwear. The realization of that, somehow acting as the solvent, ungluing my feet, my thoughts, my emotions. I simply turned and walked back down the hallway to my own bedroom without saying a single word.

Though I had closed my door, I hadn't locked it. Knowing that as soon as they'd had the chance to speak and discuss this, one ... or perhaps both maybe, would no doubt come down to my room. How long that might take, I had no guess. But I knew, eventually, one of them would. I was after all, the head of this household, the authority figure, the one in charge, though I tried very hard not to make it seem that way. We had in the past, always discussed, always given one another the right to voice an opinion, listening to it before any major decisions were reached that would equally affect any one of us.

This would prove to be an interesting one. Interesting, because I wasn't sure who it would be that would first come to the door, knock on it, and request entry. At least I'd had time enough to remove my soiled clothing, tossing my sticky underwear off to one side, disgusted with myself at my own bodies betrayal. Even the bed seemed out of place here for some reason. So I took a nearby chair, sitting inside that, facing towards the door, waiting, wondering. What could be said? What would I say or do upon hearing whatever was said? What punishment if any could I effectively meter out? And would I even do that? Had I not just admitted to myself only moments ago of my own jealousy at seeing them together? Wishing it was me ... climaxing in fact, though involuntarily.

Even though I expected it, had been ... when the knock came, I jumped, startled, surprised.

"Yeah?" I said only half thinking.

"Brian, it's me. Can I come in?"

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