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Click hereI sat in my car outside the lawyer's office. I was twenty-five, divorced, unemployed, broke, and homeless. It was June first.
I'd met Becky during my freshman year at college. I'd been an introvert, a very dedicated one. Becky had seen something in me; she'd blown through my armor, and I'd never looked back. She'd been my first at the age of nineteen. I'd known I wasn't hers and didn't care. She'd changed me; I'd become more sociable; hell, I'd even gotten good at flirting. We got married the month after we graduated.
When we'd confirmed -- after two years of trying, tests, etc. -- that Becky was unable to have children, she'd changed; she'd gotten into gambling, and that's how I'd gotten to where I was.
I literally had no options. All our friends had left us because Becky owed all of them money. I had worked for her family company, and they were still in denial, so the divorce was my fault.
I didn't want to call Mom. My dad had been killed just over a year before. She had enough to deal with, but the only other lifeline I could think of was my sister, who was living her own great life on the opposite side of the country.
I punched in the number. Mom answered, and I unloaded. I hadn't told her anything, and I heard her gasp more than once. By the end of my story, I was sobbing, I couldn't help it.
"Go to the lake house," she said in that cool, calm voice I remembered so well. "You will be my guest for the summer. By the fall, you'll have found a new job and be back on track, but for now, enjoy the summer. You haven't been there in years, but nothing has changed."
I paused; I'd be making a huge imposition on my recently widowed mom.
"Rex," she said in a near whisper, her voice wavering, "please, do this for me. I want to go up there, but I can't do it alone."
Day One
Monday, I walked through the gate of Compass Point State Park, in which our two houses had been granted special permission to remain. My grandfather and his brother had built identical houses on the edge of the large lake before the area had been declared a State Park. I glanced over at the office window and noticed a sign there that said they were looking for workers.
I'll cut this short. Since I lived in the park, I got a job as the 'night ranger'- no gun involved, which was fine with me. There would also be some daytime duty in the fire tower. The fire danger was so high that they'd put it back in service. The pay was tiny, and I was incredibly overqualified, but I didn't care; I was on my way back up.
I hadn't been to the house in years. It was only one story but elevated for a better view of the lake. There were two bedrooms, one bathroom, one big room that we called the living room, the kitchen, and the dining room. Granddad and his brother didn't have a lot of money. The place smelled musty, so I opened all the windows and doors. In the second bedroom, the rings and rope were still in the ceiling where a curtain had been strung down the middle. My sister and I had to share it.
A screen porch ran on the back side of the house, with doors to each bedroom. The hinges on both doors were rusty and squeaky. I was oiling the hinges on my door when my phone went off. My mother was calling me.
Mom said she would be there late Tuesday, asking me to make sure the hot water heater was full before turning it on. I'd forgotten that, so I hustled to fill it.
I had to walk up to the gate to meet the Door Dash guy, as the park was closed. The house had WIFI, so I watched a movie and went to bed, remembering to leave my phone on 'Do Not Disturb.'
Day Two
I woke up to the sunrise after the best night's sleep I'd had in a year. I had brought coffee, butter, and bagels with me, and I was on the front deck in my new uniform when a car pulled up to the house next door.
A nuclear family unit poured out: a mom, a dad, a boy, and a girl who looked to be around eighteen or so.
The mom saw me. "Hi, we're the Scanlons. We're renting the place for a few days."
I walked down the stairs; the dad offered his hand. "I'm Hank; this is Aubrey, my wife; our son, Karl; and his younger sister, Beth."
Aubrey spoke up again. "You work here? Is the house a perk?"
I laughed. "Yes and no. I do work here; this is my first day, but the house belongs to our family."
Aubrey smiled. "Oh, great! Roy is my partner. We own a gym." I remembered that Uncle Roy and his wife Sharon owned the house.
"Well, welcome to the park," I said. "Sorry to run, but I'm on duty."
Aubrey caught my eyes and, as she touched my arm, gave me a look that could easily have been mistaken for 'I'd love to fuck you.'
"Thank you, Rex," she said. "Hope your day isn't too hard."
I went back into the house. What the fuck was that about? She was hitting on me. I made a mental note to make sure I was never alone with her. Homewrecking is not for me.
I looked at my bare wrist and remembered I'd left my watch on the back porch. I stepped out there to look for it. The porch is on the woods side, heavily shaded, and the screening is old, so I was in near darkness.
I could see into the second bedroom of the Scanlon's rental. I did a double-take and froze. Karl and Beth were in there; the door was closed. They were kissing -- not sibling kissing, lover kissing -- and if that wasn't enough, Karl's hands were massaging his sister's breasts through her tee shirt while her hand was gripping his hard cock through his shorts. What the fuck kind of family are they? I thought. I grabbed my watch and went back inside.
As I walked along the beach by the lake, heading for the tower. I was in a real 'what the fuck' frame of mind. What kind of family was staying next door? Aubrey hitting on me openly and Karl and Beth kissing like lovers.
That brought to mind all the summers I'd spent there, and I remembered the grotto. The woods behind the lake were very dense, with a lot of underbrush. Our families, over the years, cut hiking trails, but there'd been one that had been a secret - and possibly still was.
With a little difficulty, I found it. I'd heard about the grotto for years as a kid, mostly during hushed conversations among my cousins that I'd overheard by accident. I'd never asked, and, being such an introvert, I'd never gone there to investigate.
The path was narrow and twisted. I noted how convenient that was, since it prevented casual observation.
The path opened to a small clearing. I smiled as I looked around. Two used condoms had been tossed off near the edge of the woods. I also spotted a couple of pairs of panties -- one small, one medium -- and a pair of CK men's briefs. Okay, so, somebody knows about this place. I was sorry I'd been so weird as a kid. I immediately imagined everything I might've missed out on.
Half an hour later, I got to the tower, which sat on a hill; I liked that it had fewer stairs. I walked up the stairs and then, using the rope and pulley mounted on the roof of the platform, brought up my cooler. I was in for the day. It was hot, but being up high meant that I at least caught the breeze. I also had a comfy chair on a swivel with a telescope mounted on the frame, plus a pair of binoculars. I put my Park Service radio in the charging base and checked my phone. The cell signal was good, so I opened Spotify and got to work.
The openings in the tower were screened, but they had zippers so they could be lowered down for a better view. I scanned the whole area and saw nothing. Then, on a whim, I looked for the grotto.
I laughed. I found it, and with the telescope, it was like I was right there. I could see the panties and the men's briefs on the ground. Well, maybe this will be an interesting summer after all.
Being June, the park was not busy. The water was still a bit cold for swimming; there were only three families on the beach.
I looked up from the erotic novel I was reading- Suburban Swinging Moms, one of my favorites- and saw the Scanlons setting up on the beach. I was curious, so I trained the telescope on them. They looked normal, except for the brother and sister touching behind Hank and Aubrey's backs. I'd never thought about incest. My only women had been Becky, who I've already mentioned, and Maude, my married English professor. To my own surprise, it hadn't taken much to make me curious.
Hank had a cooler. He settled in his chair and got out a beer and a novel. Aubrey, in a delicious thong bikini, lay out to tan. I wished at that point that my conscience would shut the fuck up so I could get my hands on that MILF body.
Karl and Beth had a brief conversation with Hank and Aubrey and walked away.
I felt like some omnipotent power, gazing down on those poor mortals as they walked hand in hand, unaware that I was privy to their every move. Karl had athletic shorts on, and Beth wore a bikini -- not a thong, but still showing enough teen body to keep me hard. She had a big beach towel over her shoulder. Watching that cute little ass flex and those teacup tits move was killing me. I laughed. It occurred to me that I could be naked up there in the tower, and nobody would know.
In two minutes, I was, and enjoying it. I knew the stairs to the tower were metal and very noisy, so I'd get plenty of warning. I kept an eye on the siblings, who were walking slowly, their heads turning. They were looking for something. I smiled. Somebody had told them. Beth pointed to the trail to the grotto, and I knew I was in for a show. I got up and lowered the screen to improve the view.
I got the telescope zoomed in just enough to see the siblings. Once in the grotto, they stopped and talked, each looking around, probably sizing up how safe it would be to keep going. Beth pointed to the panties and briefs, and they both laughed.
It was strange to be able to see them but not hear them. I had no trouble imagining their conversation, though.
They stopped laughing and stared at each other briefly. Then Beth folded the towel, dropped it at her feet, and knelt on it as she pulled her brother's shorts down. He was hard already, and I got a brief look at an above-average shaved cock. I stroked my erection as I watched. I'd never watched real sex before. The fact that they were siblings made it more intense. Beth reached up and gently cupped her brother's sack as she looked up at him and talked. His erection was right in her face. She looked up at him as she slowly extended her tongue until it touched the tip. Karl flinched; Beth giggled. She opened her mouth just a little and placed her lips on the tip of his cock. I imagined her little teen tongue teasing his slit. His mouth was moved, no doubt begging little sis to suck his cock.
Beth moved her hand to the base of his cock and slowly slid her mouth down. I stood there naked, stroking my own throbbing member, piling taboo upon taboo: naked outdoors, masturbating outdoors, watching unaware people have sex, and knowing that those people were brother and sister. I knew I should be repulsed, but it was just the opposite. I slowed down to avoid climaxing as Karl held his sister's head while she looked up at him, nodding. She held still and let her brother fuck her face. I wanted to cum when he did, so I brought myself to the very edge and waited. Then I saw it: he clenched his ass, cumming in her willing mouth. I blew; it felt so good, and not just physically. A feeling of deep satisfaction flowed through me. I had discovered a new vice: incest, or at least watching it play out. Beth let her brother's cock slide out of her open and upturned mouth. Karl smiled. Beth closed her mouth and made a show of swallowing. As an encore, she opened back up, making sure her brother could see that not a single drop of his seed remained.
The brother-and-sister act was just getting started. Karl stepped out of his shorts, helped his sister up, then pulled the tie on her top. It fell down around her, revealing a perfect set of B-cup breasts with long, hard nipples. Karl latched on while pulling the ties on her suit bottom. Beth's head fell back; she was visibly panting. Her trimmed pussy was on full display, and not just to her brother.
Beth stepped out of her bottoms as Karl dropped to his knees. Looking up at his little sister's pussy, he picked up her suit bottom and pressed the gusset to his face. She gently slapped his head, then bent over and spread the towel on the dense grass, giving me a delightfully different view of her wet and open pussy.
Beth lay down and spread her long, thin legs, putting herself on display yet again. Karl, still with her suit in his mouth, watched his sister masturbate while she talked to him. The silent scene was way better than any porn I'd ever watched. My cock rose again, but not quite there. Beth glanced up in my direction, then back to Karl. A jolt of adrenaline hit me, but it faded quickly. No, she can't possibly know.
She was still talking; Karl tossed away her suit and settled between her legs, brushing her hand away and pressing his mouth against her mound. Beth, a hand stuck in her mouth, moaned, her eyes rolling back as she came into her brother's mouth.
After little sis had cum at least three times, she pushed big brother's head away. She said something briefly, and I had a good idea what it was. Karl wiped off his mouth and moved over her, his cock hard and ready. She reached between them; her eyes rolled back as Karl pressed in, and filled her vagina with his forbidden cock.
It was fast. Beth wrapped her thin legs around him, and Karl pounded her, wanting to finish fast. It only took five minutes till both of them groaned- judging from their open mouths- and came together. Karl rolled off, and Beth said something else. They quickly dressed and headed back to the beach. All in all, it had been a nice first day of work for me so far. I wondered if I could rig my phone on the telescope to record.
I sat in my chair, sweaty from all my exertion. I was still caught in the loop of thinking how spying on a brother-and-sister sex scene shouldn't have excited me... but it had - a lot. I had no direct, personal experience with incest, but Karl and Becky had just made quite the case for it.
Or maybe I just need to get laid. Maybe if I were having normal sex, this incest shit wouldn't have turned me on so much.
The rest of the day was unremarkable. I spotted smoke twenty miles away, but it was a car fire, which I dutifully reported. The beach had a few people, but as I said, the water was still too cold for swimming. I ruminated upon my voyeuristic morning over and over and concluded that what consenting adults do is their business - and, noting the hypocrisy on my own part, that I apparently liked to make it my business, at least from a safe distance. At five, I lowered my cooler, put my clothes back on, and walked to the house.
Dinner was leftovers. I cleaned up, took a shower, and watched two movies on Netflix, checking the porch twice to see if the siblings were at it in the bedroom; they weren't.
Mom arrived late. I'm a light sleeper, so I heard her and her squeaky door; I'd only oiled mine. Through the thin wooden wall, I heard noises -- muffled moans and the bed creaking. My mother was masturbating. What I saw that day had opened a new world for me. At first, I had trouble picturing my buttoned-down mom rubbing her pussy, but as I listened, it became easier to picture her naked, on her back, legs wide, fingers working her towards her second orgasm. She was making no attempt to be quiet. I wondered if she still thought that I was a heavy sleeper. My cock hardened, and I masturbated, too, feeling a little guilty, but not as much as I should have.
Day Three
I got up at seven and got dressed for work. I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Mom came out of her room wearing a French-cut, loden green tank suit. It wasn't Walmart; it clung to her trim body like a second skin, and it was out of character for her normally very conservative nature.
Mom was still Mom, but she was something else, too - something more. She was a woman, and an attractive one. She wasn't tall -- five-six or so. She'd kept herself in great shape and had a trim, curvy shape -- not large on top, but proportional. I pictured her naked lying on her bed, her hand between those lean legs. I was embarrassed. My penis was either less embarrassed or not embarrassed at all. It didn't stand completely to attention, but it did swell.
"Good morning, Rex," she said, and I rose to hug her.
She held the hug, her head on my shoulder. "Thank you. I wasn't sure I could come back here; you made it possible. You're a lifesaver. I'm sorry about your troubles."
I was conflicted. I hadn't had sex in over a year, and having a woman in my arms, even if it was my mother, was nice. I broke the hug.
She wiped her eyes. "Sorry, got a bit mushy there. You look just like your father at that age."
"It's okay, I understand. Looks like we're helping each other."
Mom stepped back, looking at me. "Yes, I guess we are." She turned to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Where's your car?"
I laughed. "Mom, I've got a duffel bag of clothes. That's it. The rest is gone."
She put her hand to her mouth, "Oh my god, really?"
I picked up my plate and rinsed it in the sink. "I'm not in the mood now, but I'll tell you the story later; I have to get to work."
"I noticed the uniform. Park Ranger? How?"
She laughed when I told her the story. "So, you get to be the Ranger? Chasing all the teen drunks and catching them screwing in the grotto?"
I played dumb. "Grotto?"
Mom put her coffee down, "Don't play dumb, Rex; you have no talent for it. You never went there. You were so introverted, but I refuse to believe you were ignorant. You know it was my cousins and I that created that place." Mom smiled at my reaction. "Surprised that your moldy, forty-five-year-old mom has a wild past?"
"I'd never thought about it. You were Mom."
"There is so much you never knew," Mom said in a near whisper.
She was leaning against the sink in that second-skin suit of hers. I could see the soft curve of her breasts, her nipples, and, looking lower, the stray pubic hairs peeking out from the mound between her legs.
She caught me, blushed, and turned away. "I have been lax in my maintenance."
I jerked my eyes back to hers, blushing. "Um... uh... s'ok, we're family."
As she walked out, she said, "Yes, we are, and I like that."
I was in the tower -- naked, of course -- by eight. I'd never thought much about nudism before, but I'd taken an instant liking to it. I also liked that people would look up towards the tower and never know I was walking around with my cock and balls swinging free.
Mom was on the beach, in her chair, reading. The Scanlons arrived; Aubrey was in another thong bikini. They set up on the beach and talked for a few minutes. Three teen girls stopped by, and after chatting with them for a bit, Beth left with them. I was disappointed; it seemed like that would mean no brother-sister action that day.
Hank fell asleep. I scanned the horizon for any smoke, then took a quick look to see if Beth had gotten back. Aubrey and Karl were walking down the beach. I was curious, so I kept my focus on them. They walked slowly, talking; she took his hand, and he nodded towards the notch in the thick brush that concealed the path.
What the fuck? I immediately thought. Karl and his mother? Yeah, my mind went there, just like that.
I kept the telescope on the pair. When I moved my head back, I noticed that Mom was taking a walk, too- also towards the grotto.
Aubrey and Karl picked up the pace once they were out of Hank's sight. Karl beelined to the path, nearly dragging his mother behind him. I stroked my cock, massaging my pre cum over the head. I lost sight of Karl and Aubrey when they entered the path.