Family orgy, house of family secrets, family taboo… I can still remember how jealous I felt when my sister Lucy started going out with boys because I knew that one of them would eventually steal her away from me. It was Mark who stole her away.
Mark was different from her other boyfriends. He was the first one who did not treat me like her annoying little brother, which I was. He played football with me and it was because of him that I got onto the school team. He became my hero and I was happy for them when they got married.
Years later Lucy and Mark persuaded me to move out of the small rented house I was living in and buy a place of my own. Lucy came with me to look at the properties and when I narrowed the choice down she came back with me to look at them again.
Coming out of the property that was top of my list we walked down the stairs and met a woman coming up. Lucy stopped abruptly. I was looking at the woman and not at Lucy and I took another step. Lucy and I were on the same step with my front squashed against her back. I put my hand on Lucy’s hip to steady myself.
Susan introduced herself. She was beautiful. Looking at Susan while my sister’s fantastic body was squashed against mine was too much for me and my penis grew stiff. I knew that Lucy could feel it pressing into her backside. We could have moved apart if we had really wanted to but I was enjoying it and I assumed that Lucy was too.
At the moment when Lucy and Susan shook hands a small gap appeared between Lucy’s back and my front. It disappeared just as quickly and Lucy came to rest against me again. Lucy moved her backside against my penis and while she and Susan talked I pushed my penis against her backside.
“What was all that about?” I asked when we were in the car.
“It was nothing. Just some fun.” Lucy replied.
On the day of the move we started very early because Mark wanted to leave by midday. No one else was about and it was deathly quiet as we carried the first piece of furniture into the lobby and up the communal stairs. We did our best to be as quiet as possible but even the quietest sound was magnified in the stair well.
While carrying another piece of furniture up the stairs a front door opened just as we struggled past it. Susan came out while putting on her dressing gown. We had woken her. She had sleep in her eyes and her hair was a mess but she looked beautiful. Beautiful enough to give us a mouth full of abuse and get away with it if she had wanted to. She said nothing but just stared at Mark.
Mark took the initiative. “I’m sorry that we’ve disturbed you. We’re trying to be as quiet as possible but the stone stairs magnify the slightest sound. You will forgive us, won’t you? Only a few more trips and we’ll be finished. You won’t hear us again. We won’t make another sound. Promise.”
Her big baby eyes were fixed on Mark’s well honed chest. She stumbled over her words. “It’s err…alright. The noise err…it err… woke me…and I came… oh… out to find out what it was.”
For a moment I thought she was going to stretch out her arm and touch his chest.
“I’m sorry that we woke you. Thank you for being so understanding. We’ll let you get your beautiful face back onto it’s pillow.” Mark replied.
Susan blushed. If I had spoken I would have made her angry but Mark seemed to arouse her.
By midday we had finished carrying in the furniture and all of the bigger boxes. Mark left leaving Lucy and me to carry in the smaller boxes.
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It was fun being alone with my sister. It brought back many happy memories of when we were growing up together.
Lucy began to make fun of me and accused me of being anal because I had written on each box the room that it came from and what was in it. My handwriting is terrible and even I could not read what I had written on some of the boxes. She pretended to read what was written on them by making up a room name and contents.
“From Master Bates’ bedroom; a box of flavoured condoms and a… WHISK!” Lucy looked at me. “I hope they’re not all used young master Bates.”
I replied in my poshest voice. “My dear young lady I’ll have you know that my condoms are fresh and clean. My housekeeper washes them thoroughly after they’ve been used.” The box may have contained a whisk but it certainly did not contain condoms. I had used my last packet earlier in the week.
“Oh! That’s disgusting.” She whined.
Lucy struggled with the next box. “What have you got in here?”
The unlabelled box had belonged to our grandparents. Resting against her stomach it pulled her shirt down exposing most of her breasts. She saw me staring at her tits and smiled. “Are you going to answer me?”
“It’s not mine. When I helped nana and granddad move we found some boxes in their attic. They asked me to look after them. I took them home, put them away and forgot about them. It’s probably full of granddad’s photographs.”
“Let me know if you find any interesting pictures.” She said.
Our grandfather was a good photographer and took at least ten pictures when one would do. The bad part was that he would describe every picture in detail explaining why it was different from the one before. Being his grandchildren Lucy and I suffered a lot from these talks.
I carried in the last of granddad’s boxes while Lucy started to open the boxes in the kitchen.
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In my mailbox I found the usual selection of junk mail and a menu from a local Chinese restaurant. Lucy and I phoned in our order and ate sitting next to each other on the sofa. One of granddad’s boxes was open in front of us and we looked at the pictures while we ate.
“Boring! Boring!” Lucy turned over each picture until one captured her attention.
“Do you think I look like her? Mum and dad keep telling me that I do but I can’t see it.” She held a picture of our grandmother that had been taken when she was the same age that Lucy is now.
“Yes, you do. If you were to dress like that and do your hair the same it would be impossible to tell you apart. Seriously, you look so much alike you could be twins.”
We continued looking through the pictures.
“Ooops! I don’t think we were meant to see this one.” I quickly turned the picture over.
“Let me see.” Lucy put her hand on mine and turned the picture back.
I put up only a token resistance. It was a picture of our grandmother with a couple. The man was lifting the woman’s shirt over her head. The woman was not wearing a bra and our grandmother’s hands were on the woman’s bare breasts.
Together we turned over the next few pictures. “Do you think they were…” I did not finish the question.
“Do I think they were what?” Lucy asked her voice sounding softer.
Our hands met as we went for the next picture. Lucy turned it over and without thinking I put my hand on her thigh and felt her body heat through her thin skirt. She leaned closer to me so that I could see the picture and my fingers came to a stop against her pubic mound. I kept my fingers there for a second before taking my hand away. There was nowhere for me to put my hand.
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