Chapter 6

After staring at myself in the mirror for a few long minutes and wishing I wasn’t alone in my room I took my shredded pajamas off and started to reach into my drawer for some pajamas I can actually wear.

As I reached into my dresser drawer I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced over at my door. A panicky feeling rushed through me. It isn’t closed all the way!

Had someone peeked in and seen me in my shredded pajamas? It couldn’t have been Tyler! He would have made his presence known.

Oh crap! How the hell am I going to explain this?!

It took a moment. I seemed to be frozen in place for a long moment. But I finally forced my muscles to move. I rushed to my door and looked out. There’s no one in the hallway. I put my robe on and hurried to Tyler’s room. He isn’t there and he isn’t in the bathroom. I turned back to my room and saw Tyler. He’s just coming up the stairs.

I waited outside my door and pulled him into my room when he was within reach. I dreaded the answer, but I had to ask. “Did you just peek into my room?”

He shook his head and I can tell from his expression he’s telling the truth.

“Who was upstairs? Who just came down before you came up?” I asked, dreading the answer.

He said, “Dad came up to say goodnight to you. Why? What’s wrong?”

He saw the look on my face and he knew something very bad has happened.

I pointed to my shredded pajamas and said, “I had those on and I was looking in my mirror when I saw something move at my door. Dad must have seen me in those shredded pajamas!”

Tyler looked like he had just been sentenced to death. I’m pretty sure I could read his mind. It isn’t just the camera he’s going to lose. It isn’t even the loss of the Porsche he was pretty sure dad was going to get him on his birthday. It’s the loss of the trust our parents have in us, a trust we’ve earned over the years and have now squandered. How can we possibly explain this?!

I pulled Tyler close. I hugged him and said, “Don’t worry, Tyler. I won’t tell them about you. I don’t know what I’m going to say. But I’ll leave you out of it.”

He put his arms around me and said, “No, sis. I can’t let you do that. I’m the one who talked you into posing and I’m the one who started the bondage stuff. You aren’t in this alone. They’re going to be so disappointed in us, though. That’s what really bothers me.”

I nodded and said, “Yeah, I know. I feel the same way. I’m sure going to miss that Corvette.”

Tyler sat on my bed while I put some real pajamas on and then I sat beside him and we tried to think of some plausible reason for a pair of my pajamas to look like that. We both have a pretty good imagination. But there’s just no reason. No reason any parent in their right mind is going to buy into. We are so busted.

I offered again to take the rap. Tyler may have been the one who suggested I pose for him. And he may be the one who introduced bondage into my life. I have to be honest, though. I already knew I was an exhibitionist and I jumped at the opportunity to pose for him. He didn’t talk me into anything. And the same thing is true of posing for Ken. In fact, that had been more my idea than his. I’m the one who suggested we need a cameraman.

As for the bondage and the torn pajamas, I know for a fact I received far more pleasure out of it than Tyler did.

It was probably almost half an hour before my mother came to my bedroom door and looked at us sitting on the bed and waiting for the ax to fall.

She stood in the doorway and burst out laughing. Tyler and I looked at her and then at each other and finally back at her. That’s not the reaction we were expecting!

I tentatively said, “Mom...?”

I expected shouts, screams, punishment, possibly even my first spanking. Not hysterical laughter!

She finally caught her breath. She wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and said, “Oh my. Look at you two! You’d think someone was building a gallows in the driveway.”

She laughed a few more times before she finally got it under control and then she said, “Mya, I guess maybe we had a little more to talk about earlier. I think you left some things out.”

I sat there shamefaced while she came into my room, walked over and picked up my shredded pajamas. She giggled again and said, “You almost gave your father a heart attack, girl!”

I looked up and said, “Mom, I wish I could explain. I am afraid there’s no logical and reasonable explanation for those, or for what dad saw.”

She smiled, bent down and kissed my forehead and said, “Of course there is, dear. Don’t worry. You come by it honestly. You aren’t in trouble. I am a little surprised. I didn’t realize that particular gene was hereditary.”

I’m shocked! Tyler and I both looked at her in utter disbelief. I finally said, “Mom, I...”

I couldn’t think of any way to continue. I couldn’t think of the right things to say. I don’t think there is a right thing to say. How can we possibly not be in trouble?!

Mom patted us both on the cheek and said, “Come, my darlings. Let’s go downstairs. We REALLY need to talk now.”

Tyler and I followed mom back down to the kitchen. I know I’m going to be too embarrassed to look my father in the eye ... maybe ever again! He had just finished pouring four glasses of wine when we entered the kitchen. He came over and put his arms around me and said, “I’m sorry, Mya. I wasn’t spying on you. I came up to say goodnight and your door wasn’t closed all the way. I started to push it open and saw you modeling those..., whatever the hell those things were you had on. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. But I think the four of us really need to talk. You looked sexy as hell, by the way.”

I looked up at his smiling face in shock. Apparently I don’t know my parents nearly as well as I thought I did!

The four of us sat down at the kitchen table and I took a couple of big sips of wine. Mom chuckled and said, “Take it easy, Mya. We’re trying to calm you down, not get you drunk.”

She reached across the table and patted Tyler’s hand and said, “Have a few sips of wine, Tyler. It’ll calm your nerves.”

I watched Tyler sip his wine, mainly because I’m too embarrassed to look my parents in the eye. He glanced at me a couple of times but for the most part he stared down at the table.

Mom said, “Mya, tell me about those pajamas.”

Tyler groaned and said, “Oh god,” quietly, under his breath.

I took a deep breath and told them everything. Throughout my uncomfortable narrative I repeatedly stressed that it wasn’t Tyler’s fault.

When I finished explaining my mother took my hands and assured me, “It’s okay, Mya. I mean it. We understand. We’re the same way. We play those games, too. I know what you were feeling when you had those ropes around your wrists. I know what you were thinking when you were standing there looking at yourself in those pajamas. That’s why we need to talk. Those games are just fine, as long as you realize they’re just games.

“I suppose we both wish you weren’t playing them with your brother. But if you’re telling the truth about your limits, and we believe you, then I suppose it’s okay as long as you’re sensible about it.”

“It’s okay?!” I exclaimed. “You think it’s okay? I don’t get it!”

Mom laughed lightly and said, “We both wish you two had waited a while to make this an issue. Trust me. It’s as difficult for us to talk about this with you as it is for you to talk about it with us. But we want to make sure you don’t do something foolish.”

She turned to Tyler and said, “Like show those pictures to Mr. Ford.”

“Yeah, I know. Ken pointed out how stupid that would be. I guess I wasn’t thinking. But you should see the pictures! I mean ... well, maybe you shouldn’t see the pictures. But they came out so well. Mya is so beautiful. And those pictures, I mean I know they’re sexy. But they are truly art. They are ‘take your breath away’ beautiful. They’re the best pictures I’ve ever taken.”

Mom smiled and said, “We intend to look at the pictures, dear. We’re looking forward to it.”

My heart stopped for a few seconds when she said that!

She paused and said to me, “I just want to double check something you said earlier. You are still a virgin, right?”

I grinned sheepishly and said, “Technically we both are. Or at least we have not had intercourse. We have done a lot of touching, and there has been a lot of oral sex. We realize those things qualify as incest. But we did draw the line at intercourse.”

I thought I knew why she was asking. I said, “The reason I asked you about getting on the pill earlier was not because I want to have sex with Tyler. I will admit there have been times when the idea was appealing, especially when we were getting some good shots and we were pretty worked up. But I don’t think I could do it with him. Not with Ken either. It was fun doing what we did. And it isn’t even that I want it to be with someone special the first time. I just don’t think it should be with one of them.

“But I think about it a lot lately and I don’t think it will be much longer before I find myself in a situation where the guy I’m with seems like a good candidate. To be blunt, I have been very horny lately and I can see myself lowering the bar before long. Not the sort of thing a girl my age likes to say to her parents at the dinner table.”

Dad seems to be staying out of this. Mom chuckled and said, “We appreciate your candor. I know how hard this discussion is for you. We might have just let it go but your dad says you saw him at your door and we need to clear the air. Besides, bondage can be very exciting. But we need to make sure you aren’t doing something dangerous. You know how dumb teenagers can be!”

I knew she was teasing. But I looked at Tyler and he rolled his eyes and said, “I’m not going to show old man Ford the pictures!”

All three of us laughed and mom said, “I know that this is going to be hard for you. Or at least I think it is. I want you two to calm down and relax. Bring your wine. We’re going upstairs and look at those pictures now.”

I shuddered at the thought of my parents seeing me the way I was in those pictures. I guess it’s official, as of this evening I’m no longer their little girl. I suddenly remembered the pictures of me sucking off Tyler and Ken and I felt myself shriveling up inside. I’m never going to be able to face them again.

We went to Tyler’s room and I brought my desk chair in from my room. Since we only have two chairs upstairs I sat in Tyler’s lap and mom sat in dad’s lap and we waited in silence for the computer to boot up.

When the computer was ready Tyler said in a very nervous voice, “Mom, dad, most of these pictures are fantastic. They aren’t something you want your parents to see. But they are, in all modesty, great pictures. Part of the reason they’re so good is because I’m a pretty good photographer. But mostly it’s because Mya is so beautiful.”

He paused and then took a deep breath and said, “There are a bunch of pictures here, though, that are not art and are probably not pictures parents want to see of their kids.”

Mom said, “We understand you’re embarrassed, dear. But Mya has been pretty forthcoming with the details. I don’t think you need to be embarrassed. We aren’t prudes.”

He’s not convinced and he’s certainly not calmed. But he opened the first folder and there appeared nearly fifty thumbnail photographs of me in my white panties and bra, followed by another fifty or so in the nude. I was glad he used small icons which revealed very little detail. But unfortunately, the actual pictures each take up his entire monitor. Tyler double clicked the first one and then set his picture viewing program on slideshow and sat back.

We both watched my parents’ faces nervously for some sign of how they’re reacting to the pictures. They stared at my pictures as each one appeared on the large, high-definition monitor. Despite what they were saying downstairs and their apparent easy acceptance of the things we’ve been doing, I’m shocked at how enthusiastic they are about the pictures. It’s obvious from their expressions they think the photographs are beautiful. They only spoke rarely. But when they said anything it was to compliment a picture they found particularly beautiful.

As the slideshow progressed I felt Tyler’s dick growing under my ass. I almost laughed out loud. I’m astonished he can even get turned on like that with our parents sitting less than a foot away.

His arm is around my waist and his hot breath is caressing my neck. And much to my dismay I realized I’m also getting turned on sitting here beside my parents, watching them looking at pictures of me posing for my little brother in my underwear.

My parents complimented us on the pictures and talked about how sexy they are and how well composed and technically flawless. From time to time, they both complimented me on my body and on my poses.

They also made note of the obvious arousal on my face as I posed and how much more erotic the pictures are because I was enjoying it so much. These people are my mother and my father!!

I can’t help but be embarrassed that my parents are seeing me like that, especially when we came to the pictures I posed for in the nude. But Tyler and I sat quietly and watched them more than we watched my pictures going by on his computer screen. We were both amazed at their reaction. And we were both astounded that they didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed about seeing me posing the way I did.

Tyler and I both drew a deep breath when the slideshow stopped at the end of the first folder. Tyler and I sat in stunned silence as our parents quietly and calmly complimented us on the beautiful photographs!

The next folder, the next set of pictures, was the set taken after I changed into the sexy, dark green underwear. That’s a good color for me. That set of lingerie really looked good against my skin. The effect was very sexy. I remembered that just before we took them I masturbated my brother to orgasm for the first time and he’s now taking my pictures in the nude. I mean he was in the nude, not me. Not yet.

Mom leaned forward and looked at the pictures more closely. After looking at several of them she asked, “What happened between sessions, Mya? Look at your face! You’re positively glowing!”

I blushed and quietly admitted, “Tyler was having a little problem and I helped him with it. It was the first time I’d seen a boy naked since we were toddlers. As you know, it ain’t the same! I’d never touched a, um, a penis before. It had quite an effect on me.”

Mom wasn’t satisfied, though. I started to suspect she’s teasing me, embarrassing me on purpose. She asked, “But that was before you sucked his cock, right? You just beat his meat for him?”

My mother said cock!! I almost choked. I finally managed to say, “That’s a sentence a girl never expects to hear coming from her mother’s mouth! Yes, mom, I had just masturbated him. He shot cum all over his shirt and I demanded he take his shirt off and remain naked. I thought it only fair since he was getting to see me naked.”

I could almost feel Tyler cringing with every word we spoke. He wasn’t amused.

Mom chuckled and said, “I quite agree, dear.”

While we were watching this set of pictures, Tyler began to discreetly tease the underside of my breasts with his thumbs. I’m wearing a robe and pajamas, but it still feels pretty good and totally inappropriate considering we’re sitting right beside my parents.

We reached the end of the set featuring the green underwear and Tyler closed out that portion of the slideshow. I can see how uncomfortable, how embarrassed he is now. He avoided looking at our parents and said quietly, “The next set is more explicit. She posed in the nude again. As you already know, we were really enjoying ourselves by that time. You saw the first set of nudes we took. But like I said, these were more explicit. Are you sure you want to see those?”

Mom smiled and said, “Lighten up, Tyler. We’re really enjoying these. You have a remarkable talent. I may pose for you and see if you can make me look that beautiful!”

You should have heard Tyler! I felt all the air go out of his body. I think I’m beginning to catch on to my mother now. I figured out by this time that she finds the concept of her teenage daughter posing for her teenage son in little or no clothing to be very erotic. And there’s no doubt in my mind she’s sitting on a hard-on, just like I am. That’s not a look of shock on my dad’s face. Mom is having a good time at our expense but Tyler hasn’t caught on yet.

Tyler snapped out of his trance just enough to open the next file. There I was in all my glory. I’ve seen these pictures before, of course. They’re definitely hot. These are the ones we took after Tyler asked me to pose freestyle. The poses ranged from a few demure nudes at the start of the session to some slutty, nearly pornographic shots by the time we were finished. I vividly remember being so excited my juices were dripping out of my pussy and running down my thighs by the time the photo shoot devolved into hot sweaty oral sex.

I suppose I should have been shocked when I noticed my father has one hand on my mother’s breast now, and the other is on her upper thigh. I can see his finger moving over the crotch of her shorts and they’re both obviously aroused. How fucking weird is this!

I was so distracted by my parent’s behavior I hardly noticed Tyler’s hand slipping under my robe and resting on my flannel covered thigh. I saw my mother glance down and take note of what we’re doing, or what Tyler is doing. But she never said a word. She smiled and her eyes moved back to the monitor. We all watched in silence for several minutes until the rather explicit nude portion of the slideshow ended.

It seemed like everyone took a deep breath again. I got the impression that all four of us were holding our breath while that last set of pictures was slowly being displayed on Tyler’s huge monitor.

Before we went on to the next set of pictures I said, “You may want to think about whether or not you want to see the next set. There are only about a dozen of them. I was giving Tyler what was, for both of us, our first blowjob. I spotted his camera strap on the bed. I picked his camera up and handed it to him and he took about a dozen pictures of me sucking his cock. Do you think you can handle that?”

I felt Tyler cringe when I used the word cock in a sentence. But I figured mom already set the precedent and if they can’t hear the word they shouldn’t see the pictures.

My mother seemed not to even notice. She responded, somewhat breathlessly, “Go on, dear. We’re enjoying this nearly as much as you obviously did.”

She isn’t kidding either! I can’t help wondering how I could live with these seemingly normal people for sixteen years and think they were typical, more or less straight-laced parents.

Tyler opened the file with the blowjob pictures and started to run through them quickly. Mom didn’t let him get away with that. “Tyler! Stop that! Now back up to the first one and let’s see them all.”

It’s kind of amazing to see the lust and the obvious pleasure on my face close up like that as Tyler’s cock filled my mouth. Tyler is more embarrassed now. I think that’s because these are the first pictures he’s in. I chuckled and thought how embarrassed he’s going to feel when we get to the pictures Ken took of Tyler and me.

As the pictures of me sucking Tyler’s cock slowly slid across the screen my parents both watched in awe. There can no longer be any question about it. They’re both totally aroused. It’s obvious from their expressions, from their labored breathing, and if we missed those clues we can see dad’s hands moving over mom’s body and they no longer care who knows it.

The blowjob pictures were the last shots from the first day. The next file was the first set from the following day. They were the pictures of me in the red underwear.

When we got to the end of the blowjob pictures, mom cleared her throat and said, “It’s getting late, Tyler. We’ll have to finish these tomorrow. Your father and I have something important to do downstairs. I’m going to take him down and fuck his brains out. But before I go I want to see the pictures that resulted in those shredded pajamas.”

My mother just said, in all seriousness, that she’s going to go fuck my father’s brains out! I’m starting to wonder if someone slipped me some drugs. This can’t be my real life! My parents are nice, open minded, and kind of cool. But my parents don’t fuck each other’s brains out! I must surely be crumpled up in a corner at a party somewhere and hallucinating!!

Tyler placed the cursor over the file she requested and double clicked. He double clicked on the first thumbnail and there I was. My body is exposed, the shredded pajamas cover nothing. I had a look on my face that was not easily deciphered. I had been trying to look scared. But I had been so full of lust at that moment that if that gag had not been in my mouth I would have been screaming for every male in the neighborhood to come fuck me.

There were more pictures in this set than I remembered. The slideshow went on for a long time and all I could hear was heavy breathing from all four of us. Halfway through the show my mother said, “Tell me about these pictures again, Mya. Tell me what happened and what you were feeling.”

She sounds like she’s moments away from an orgasm herself!

I told her how Tyler came into my room when I was in the bathroom and placed ropes around the legs of my bed and hid them. Every move from the time he came back into my room and tied me up was etched clearly in my mind. So was my response to everything he did.

I didn’t leave anything out. I bared my soul to Tyler and to my parents. I told them how I felt when he feigned that attack in my bed. I told them just how excited I had become and how I struggled just enough to make it look authentic. I told them how I almost had an orgasm when he began to violently rip my pajamas to shreds and left them hanging on me in little strips of useless cloth.

I told them how Tyler made me cum so hard that I nearly passed out. I told them, too, about how I paid him back gladly.

My mother suddenly stood up and grabbed my father’s hand. She pulled him to his feet and said, “Come, dear. I can’t take it anymore.”

Before they could make it to the door I asked quietly, “Did we mention there are a couple of DVDs?”

Tyler groaned and whispered, “Mya! Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

Mom grinned at dad and turned back to me and asked, “May we borrow them?”

I stood up and Tyler got to his feet. His arousal is obvious and he was embarrassed all the more as he crossed the room to dig the DVDs out of hiding. He got them out of the drawer he stashed them in and handed them to me. I walked over and handed them to my mother. I hugged her, kissed her and said, “I love you. Thanks, mom.”

She smiled and asked, “Are these the only copies?”

Tyler nodded and she said, “I’ll be careful with them. Don’t worry. Do you mind if we copy them?”

Tyler moaned and exclaimed, “Mom!”

Mom turned to dad, smiled and said, “I’m going to take that as permission. What do you think sweetheart?”

Dad just grinned and pulled her out of the room.

I didn’t even close the door. I started walking slowly back towards Tyler, undressing as I walked. I’m grinning from ear to ear. In a quiet but excited tone of voice I exclaimed, “Can you fucking believe that?! Our parents are freaks!”

Tyler looked around and spotted his wine glass. He had hardly touched it since it was handed to him. He picked it up and gulped it down in three large swallows. Then he collapsed back into his chair and stared at me. He’s still in shock and I get the impression he can’t quite believe he survived showing our erotic pictures to our parents.

I paused in front of him, slid my pajama bottoms down and I was naked. I stepped closer, straddling him as he sat in his chair. I leaned down, pressed my breasts against the sides of his face and began to grind my vulva against his hard cock.

I moved my tits lightly over his smooth cheeks and said quietly, “Our parents saw me sucking your cock, Tyler. They saw pictures of your cock in my mouth and it turned them on so much that they had to go to their room so they could fuck!

“Our parents don’t care if we take nude pictures and I suck your cock or if you eat my pussy. They don’t care if we invite Ken over and he sees me naked and gets a nice blowjob and learns how to eat pussy. Jesus! Our fucking parents are freaks!”

The glazed look slowly began to disappear from Tyler’s eyes. He finally looked up at me and suddenly we were both laughing like idiots. The tension disappeared instantly. I don’t know what it’s going to be like when we go downstairs tomorrow, uncomfortable we may be, at least at first. But suddenly I know it’s okay. It seems our mom and dad are super cool!!

I bent down and stuck my tongue in Tyler’s ear and whispered, “You are so going to get your Porsche!”

I suddenly realized there’s a downside to that. He won’t be riding to school with me anymore. That made me sad. He saw my expression change. When I told him why I’m upset he smiled and said, “We can take turns driving. I like riding with you, too. I like the way your pussy feels under my hand as we travel back and forth to school.

I pulled his t-shirt off and backed away so we can get those shorts off of him. He stood up and I said, “Get those off and come to my room.”

I grabbed my things and went back to my room. I dropped my robe and the pajamas I was wearing on my desk and hurriedly put on the shredded ones. Then I lay down on my bed and extended my arms and legs so I look like I’m helpless, tied down to the corners of my bed again.

He came in a moment later and stared at me. He turned and started to close the door but I said, “No! Leave it open. They won’t come up. I like it open.”

He grinned and walked naked to my bed. I watched his hard cock swing from side to side as he walked. God I want to fuck him!

He sat down on the side of my bed and snarled, “Don’t move, cunt!”

I shuddered in pleasure when he said that. I have always hated that nasty, derogatory word and people who use it know better than to use it around me. But just then, when Tyler called me a cunt, I almost had an orgasm.

He stared down at me for several minutes. I’m dying for him to touch me and he knows it. Finally, for just a moment, he dropped out of character and said, “I love you so much, Mya.” When I heard the strong emotion in his voice it almost made me cry.

His hand came up and touched my face. He caressed my cheek and ran his fingertips lightly over my lips. He moved one finger lightly down over my chin and down my neck to my breasts. I groaned in pleasure and struggled to keep my hands and feet in place. He saw how hard it was for me to remain in place. He said, “From now on we can leave the ropes fastened to the corners of your bed. We’re going to have to try leather too. I bet leather straps and a heavy set of cuffs would be exciting.”

I was so turned on by then I just needed a light touch and I knew I could cum. If he would just touch my slit with his finger I’m sure I’d have the orgasm I need so badly right then.

He knew it, too. I can see it in his beautiful eyes. Even in my lust fogged state I’m impressed at how composed, how much in control he is for a fifteen-year-old boy. I want to compliment him and yet at the same time I want to scream at him to touch me.

He didn’t, though. Not for a long, long time. He didn’t touch me there. He didn’t give me that orgasm until I begged him and promised him anything and everything if he would just touch his finger to my clit one time.

He let me rant and rave for a few minutes and then he asked quietly, “Do you mean that, Mya? Will you do anything and everything if I let you have an orgasm? Will you be my little sex slave from now on?”

I looked into his eyes and exclaimed, “Dear sweet Tyler! I already am!

His finger trailed down my stomach and circled my pubic mound and he said, “You are when I’m holding the camera. You are when we’re in your bedroom. I want more. I want you to be my slave all the time. I want you to be my slave everywhere. I want you to be my slave at school and at the mall and sitting out by the pool and at the kitchen table. Do you want to be my slave, Mya? If you do that, you will find yourself tied up a lot. You will be forced to show off to lots of boys, and men, too. You’ll have more orgasms than any other teenage girl in town. Would you like that?”

His finger is less than an inch from my slit now, but it’s his voice, his words that are about to get me off. I lifted my hips and the first orgasm of the night hit me hard. I groaned and hissed, “Yessssss! Yes, Tyler! I’m your fucking slave girl! Aaaaahhhhh fuck!!”

He watched me cum and then, just as I was starting to come down his hand moved over my slit. I lost it then. My arms and legs no longer stayed in place. I bounced around and my hands went to his wrist. I held his hand pressed firmly against my pussy as I ground my sex against him and came over and over. I cried out and I wasn’t even trying to be quiet now. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about my parents or anything else. I’m just a giant, living, breathing orgasm.