Chapter 3: An Invitation

On this particular day Steve’s mom was out to get her hair done - something that typically takes three to four hours at a minimum. Sharon told Steve that she was going to be out with some friends shopping and Jim was at a friend’s house so as soon the moment the two of them were out the door Steve was dialing me to inform me we had his house to ourselves!

Unknown to Steve, I actually got TWO phone calls, the one from Steve but also another from Sharon informing me that she wasn’t really going shopping. Instead, she would really be hiding and watching us so I needed to be sure Steve fucked me someplace where it would easy for her to watch - like the living room or family room and NOT one of the bedrooms. I was in the kitchen with my mom when they both called so she asked me what all the phone calls were about. Despite myself I blushed and giggled like a grade school girl I was so excited.

“It’s gonna be so cool ... Steve’s mom is out at the salon and he wants me to come over,” was all I said at first. My mom looked at me and shook her head in mock disbelief.

“Somehow that grin on your face tells me he didn’t just ask you to come over to do homework,” she teased me.

My tongue licked my lips subconsciously and I just gave her my newly patented naughty slut look. She responded by rolling her eyes at me the way she did whenever she couldn’t believe something about me - which was becoming a rather frequent thing.

“Yeah, I figured as much ... well, have fun.” Then she seemed to think for a moment and her eyes tunneled in on me again. “OK, so that was the first call I assume ... then who was the second from?”

For a moment I hesitated, something she immediately picked up and now she was REALLY interested in whereas until I’d given myself away it was more just idle curiosity. Sure I could’ve told her most anything had I answered right away but now she knew me well enough to figure out that it must be something more personal. Oh well, what could it hurt?

“Well, that was Sharon telling me she would be hiding at home to watch us,” I blurted out, figuring best to just get it out and over with.

“Sharon? You mean his sister Sharon? ... she watches the two of you having sex?”

I couldn’t tell for sure if she was curious, surprised or shocked. My mom and I had never really discussed incest, except maybe in a clinical way like after something would come up in the news so I had no idea where she stood on the subject. Since we’d never talked seriously about it I had to assume it wasn’t something she was all that interested in or maybe it was something that bothered her to talk about.