Gretchen Bryant grinned as she made her way down the hall to her brother's room, clutching her bookbag to her chest. Her best friend had just let her borrow her VHS of Lethal Weapon and she had sworn to her that there was a scene in the movie where you could see Mel Gibson's bare butt and she was not about to miss that! She'd just borrow her brother's VCR. She didn't see his bike out front, so she figured he was staying after school for some sort of nerd event. She pressed her ear to the bathroom door and heard the shower running. It must have been their mom, since Dad was in the living room, watching the ball game he had recorded the night before. Everything seemed to be going her way. She could oggle that gorgeous Aussie ass and not be bothered. It was all too perfect. She turned the knob, opened the door, and treated to the shock of her life. "What the hell?!?" she shouted.

          Kevin was loving the newest tape that his neighbor, Colette had given him. Ever since the original mix-up where he accidentally bought a home-made sex tape that she had made, the Petersons had made a deal with him that he got first viewing. This week's installation was a bit hotter then normal. Her husband had set the camcorder up on the tripod so that he could get in on this video himself and his wife seemed to turn up the effort when he was involved. Colette was giving him a rather enthusiastic blowjob at the moment, though every now and then, she would look at the camera and throw him a little wink. It was grade A spank material, and he was using it for it's express intended purpose. Stripped down to just his birthday suit, he had one hand with a firm grip on the bedsheet, and the other with a firm grip on himself, pumping away steadily. He was so engrossed in the video that he didn't even notice the door opening until he heard his sister's cry of surprise. He scrambled to try and grab a pillow to cover himself, but in his energetic jerking, he had knocked it off the bed. His older sister had a full view of not only his naked body, but the home-made porno on TV. "D-don't you knock?!?" was all he was able to stammer out.

          Gretchen was stunned. She had never seen a boy nude before, and just her luck, it was her stupid little brother. A million questions rushed through her mind, and she tried to let them escape through her mouth. "What are you doing? Where did you even get a movie like that? How.... what..." That was when she noticed just who was on the blue movie playing on his TV. "Is that Mr. and Mrs. Peterson from nextdoor?!?" She watched stunned as Colette took her husband's hard cock out of her mouth, leaving a hot magenta ring around the base. Forget Mel Gibson's butt, she had a chance to see everything the stud nextdoor had going on. Imaginary devil horn sprouted from her forehead as she figured out how to use this to her advantage.

         Kevin managed to duck behind the far side of his bed so that his sister couldn't see his throbbing erection. "Y-yeah, they let me preview their home movies." That's when he saw the devilish look in her eye and sighed. "Okay, what's it going to take to keep you from telling mom and pop about this?" Sisters could be such a pain in the ass.

          She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway, dropping her bag in his room. She was fully in the driver's seat and could get whatever she wanted. "Now now now... whatever could I want?" Her eyes hadn't left the screen, where Gordon and Colette were now in a steamy make-out session while her hand tugged vigorously on his root. She couldn't deny it was incredibly hot.

          She sure was taking her sweet time naming her terms and the longer she stood there, the more chance one of their parents could come over and find out what he had been doing. Exasperated, Kevin stood up and threw his arms out to the side. "C'mon, just pick something!" It wasn't until she threw him a sidelong look with a smirk that he remembered he was still fully naked, and he ducked back behind his bed with a scowl, grumbling under his breath.

          "Okay, I thought of what I want," she said after what seemed like an eternity. "I want to watch these videos too. They seem pretty hot." She could feel the familiar tingle of arousal between her thighs, and her nipples stiffened in her bra. He had been spending a lot more time in his room recently and now she knew why.

          Kevin's groin was starting to hurt now from the back-up. He had been interrupted in the middle of a good wank, and now it was just sitting out there with the added mental stimulus of Colette on the TV, moaning in broken French. He'd do anything to just get this over with and get back to his much-needed masturbation. "Okay, fine! You can watch them in here whenever I'm not home. Just do not let mom and pop catch you or find out I have these."

          Gretchen cocked her head a little, her side ponytail bobbing a little bit as she did. "Why can't we just watch them together?" she asked. It just made more sense to her to do it that way.

          "Because...!" Kevin said, standing up again. He quickly caught himself and tried to speak more quietly through gritted teeth so he wouldn't alert their parents. "Because, I... you know..." he motioned to his bare and still very erect crotch. "I jerk off when I watch them, Gretchen!" The small edge to his voice, he hoped, would let her know it was an activity he would desperately like to get back to.

          His older sister simply rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "So?" she asked, nonchalantly. "I mean, what did you think I was gonna do while I watched, my homework?"

          This was all almost too much for Kevin to handle. His older sister just suggeted that the two of them watch porn of their neighbors and masturbate together. This was starting to sound like one of those letters he read in the write-in sections of a girly magazine. The guy was in a hotel watching one of those rental pornos they had on the tv, when the maid walked in in the middle of him jerking off. Then Kevin thought of where that story went and how it ended. He unknowingly shook his head to try to clear that thought from his mind considering it was his sister and not a sexy maid that had walked in and the mental images that put into his head were something he wasn't ready to address. He'd worry about it later. The tape had ended and was about to hit the end of the reel where the screen would cut to blue and the TV would make that high pitched whining noise. "Fine, just get in here and shut the door."

          Gretchen took the extra couple of steps into the room and closed the door behind her as Kevin moved over to the TV to rewind the tape. She stripped down as he got the tape ready, bending over to press the buttons on the VCR. Her stomach was a weird mix of knots and butterflies as she realized she was doing something majorly kinky in several senses of the word. It was the same feeling she had the first time she lied to her parents about Jocelyn's parents' being home when really, they were out of town and the kids wanted to have a party. She tried to alleviate some of the butterflies with some humor. She looked at Kevin and let out a little whistle. "Cute butt," she said with a light chuckle.

          Kevin's cheeks flushed red as he stood up. "C'mon, Gretch. Don't make this any weirder." He looked over his shoulder at her and gulped. There she was, completely naked. She certainly didn't look like Colette, that was for sure. Gretchen was chubby, with small tits and a rather large, scraggly patch of black hair on her crotch, a far cry from the pin-up dream that would be showing up on the screen in a minute; there was still a thrill in seeing her, however. It was a naked girl in his room, less than five feet away from him. While his brain tried to convince him that it was his sister and it shouldn't be any sort of turn on, the only information his cock took in was 'alright, naked woman!' He reached over behind her as she sat on the bed next to him and grabbed a small notebook and a bottle of hand lotion. He handed the book to his sister.

          She looked at the book a bit oddly, trying to make heads or tails out of what was on it. "0:00 intro, 1:00 Sunbathing, 6:20 Colette masturbating 15:52 Colette and Gordon anal... what is all this?"

          "Time codes," Kevin explained. "Each time they turn the camera off, then go to a new scene, I write down what time on the tape and what the scene is. So if I'm feeling like watching something specific, I know where to fast forward to. I figured you could pick out what you wanted to see and we'd go from there."

          Gretchen looked over the list. There were certainly some interesting things she hoped to get to, but it was like a menu at a fancy restaurant, everything looked so good, she didn't know where to start. "Lets just start at the beginning and see how far in we can get?" He might have had most of the week to enjoy what was on the tape, but it was all brand new to her.

          The video opened up on Colette sitting on the couch in the living room with an excited smile on her face. She wore a short, silk bathrobe and sat with her legs pressed together so as not to give any 'upskirt' shots. She gave a little wave and called out in a chipper voice. " 'Allo, Kevin," she chirped, with her heavy French accent. "Eet ees zee start of a new tape, are you excited? Ah know Ah am." She reached up and started to trace her fingers around the small bumps in her robe, showing off how hard her nipples were.

          Off camera, the sound of a door opening and her husband calling out could be heard faintly in the distance. "Hey Honey, I'm home.... Where are you?"

          She stoped what she was doing and jumped up, bustling to the camera in a way that made her chest jiggle tantalizingly. "Zat is Gordon, Ah 'ave to go. See you at ze end of the week." She blew the camera a kiss and gave a little wave goodbye before reaching forward, and the feed went black.

          When it came back on, Colette was in a zebra print bikini and sunglasses, sitting out in what seemed to be their back yard on a lounge chair. She seemed to notice the camera and pushed the sunglasses down her nose as she looked at it, and the cameraman. "Gordon, you 'ave zat out now? Ah am tryeeng to get some sun." She giggled and sat up a bit in the chair, looking straight at him with a cute, almost impish smile.

          Gretchen's jaw dropped a bit, seeing Colette's slim waist, full hips, and ample tits. She always knew that Mrs. Peterson was a good looking woman, but with a body like that, she could easily be a fashion model in all the hottest magazines.

          "I just can't help looking at you with that bikini," Gordon said from behind the camera. " You are so sexy. I can't take my eyes off of you when you wear it." The camera zoomed in on her feet and did a slow pan up her legs, to her crotch, over her tight stomach, up to her cleavage.

          From there, the view was interrupted by her pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees with an playful, almost child-like grin. "Oh? Is that true? If ze bikini ees so distracteeng, perhaps I take it off, oui?" She then hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her bottoms and peeled them off, tossing them off to the side, her legs still keeping her somewhat censored. Though she had almost everything covered with her body, the chubby lips of her womanhood could be seen between her ankles, it's pink petals clear. This didn't escape Gordon's attention as he zoomed in on it. Colette quickly brought her feet together in a giggle, blocking everyone's view. "Naughty boy." She reached behind her back and moved around a bit, unhooking the clasps holding her top on. As the straps fell to her side, the top stayed in place thanks to her legs being pressed to her chest just hard enough to make her breasts squish a bit. She gave the strap a little tug, trying to pull it from between her tits and thighs, but it seems to hold firm. She looked surprised, then gave a few more tugs, humming a little tune like one might hear at a burlesque show. Gretchen sort of enjoyed the sight of Colette's tits jiggling ever so slightly as she yanked at her top. The bikini top seemed stuck fast, not budging an inch. Colette hummed a little more, kicking her feet a bit and even reaching behind her head to fluff out her hair in a bit of showmanship before giving one sharp tug pulling the bikini top off in one swift, effortless motion. "Voila!" she said as she threw her other arm out to match, giving a little flourish as though she just performed a magic trick. She twirled the top around a bit and tossed it away with the bottoms, her knees still covering her chest. The two teens watched on with rapt attention as Colette then stretched out on the chair and exposed herself entirely to the camera. "Now you do not need to look at me, non?"

          Gretchen felt a lump in her throat as she watched their statuesque neighbor being to apply tanning oil to her breasts and crotch. She wasn't as attracted to women as she was men, but the pure sensuality of the act, coupled with the very taboo nature of the situation she was in caused her heart to beat faster and her cheeks to flush as she rubbed her thighs. She glanced over at Kevin, taking him in for the first time. He wasn't a jock, that was for sure, but he wasn't some chunker or a twig either. She figured it must have been from riding his bike everywhere. Her eyes traveled down further and took a better look at his crotch. Like her, he had a pretty thick, dark bush, but that wasn't the only thing that was thick. It was certainly bigger than the one she saw when Bobby Johnson pantsed Tommy DiNunzio at the party. That would actually make Kevin's the biggest one she had seen in person. "Haven't seen a guy's weiner all hard like yours before," she admitted as she blushed. "I mean, I saw a guy's once at a party when his buddy pantsed him on a dare, but that one was all small and floppy... I mean, I heard they got bigger when they got hard. This is just sort of my first time seeing it in person... So uh, I thought you said you jerked off when you watched these." She had a tendency to ramble a bit when she was nervous, and it was showing.

          Kevin coughed a little bit. "Well yeah, but I already did it to this scene today before school. Besides, it'd feel kind of weird if I finished and you hadn't even started yet." There was also the fact that he had never actually masturbated with anyone else around. He had certainly watched porn and looked at dirty magazines with his friends before, but they never actually took their junk out and actually started taking care of the wood they all had. The boys simply comitted what they saw to memory and went to town to it when they were alone. A chorus of small whimpers from Colette as she began to rub her crotch soon brought him back to reality. He looked back to the TV and saw her body glistening in the sun thanks to the tanning oil as she... liberally applied it to her nether region. His breath quickened a little and he licked his lips. He really wanted to get back to his masturbation. "You want me to fastforward to a part with some guys in it?"

          Gretchen groped her breasts a little bit, excited at the thought of seeing some real down and dirty stuff. "Y-yeah. I think that might be a good idea." She was getting really turned on, the electric sensation between her legs was calling to her to start touching herself.

          A lump formed in Kevin's throat as he saw his sister playing with her tits. He tried to concentrate on the numbers on the VCR as he pressed fast forward, making sure he didn't pass the mark that he wanted.

          As she watched the scene zoom by at double speed, Gretchen couldn't help but fondle her tits, pinching and kneading her sensitive nipples. She saw the scene go from a spent and satisfied Colette in her backyard to their livingroom. Colette was naked on the couch, and was soon joined by her husband in an attire matching her own. She quickly nudged her brother with her foot. "Here, right here!" she tried to shout, but still keep it quiet so that their parents wouldn't catch wind of what was going on.

          Kevin quickly hit the play button and rejoined her on the bed. On screen, Colette and Gordon were kissing pretty heavily, like a couple of teenagers. Colette had Gordon's hard shaft in her hand and was stroking it slowly, enjoying the feel of it in her grasp. In return, Gordon was giving Colette's firm, round tits a good squeezing. Even though the volume was turned down, they could hear Colette's high pitched moans of pleasure mixed with Gordon's lower ones. Noticing Gretchen's hands going to her crotch to start her own self pleasure, Kevin took his bottle of lotion and squirted some into his main hand before liberally applying it to his throbbing cock. He held the bottle out to his sister. "Need some?"

          She would have laughed at the innocent suggestion if she hadn't just found her clit with her fingertips. "Nah...aaaaah...." She waved him away with the hand not currently moving rapidly between her thighs. Watching Colette playing with Gordon's stiff cock, this was what Gretchen was waiting for. She mentally put herself in Colette's place, imagining what it would be like to have all this dirty fun with a handsome, older guy like Gordon. She even moved her tongue around inside of her mouth a bit as Colette switched from a slow handjob to a quick, sloppy blowjob.

          Kevin had seen this scene at least 8 times since he had gotten the tape. He was watching Gretchen out of the corner of his eye, trying to enjoy the view from the neck down. He had never had a naked woman so close to him before, never mind one jilling off. He imagined it was one of his cute classmates as the sex on the TV rolled on until finally, it got to the part he really enjoyed.

          On screen, Colette held on to Gordon's balls, cradling them as she bobbed her head up and down, her lips wrapped around his shaft. The camera's audio made sure to catch all her muffled moans as she took her husband as deep in her mouth as he could go. Finally, when he was just on the brink, she got up, letting him slip from her mouth with a barely audible pop. The camera zoomed out as she positioned herself over him. "Zere we go," she said with a slight giggle. "All sleecked up and ready for moi." As she faced towards the camera, Colette lowered herself down slowly, letting out a small whimper of "Cela semble énorme..." as Gordon's prick forced it's way in.

          Gretchen couldn't help but let out a moan in time with Colette's as she watched her lower herself onto him. She reached over with her free hand and groped herself. She couldn't help but imagine herself in Colette's place, getting her cherry popped by their handsome neighbor man as he bent her over the arm of the couch and took her to task like this. The feel of his shaft stretching her out, his hips colliding with her wide ass as he thrust into her willing body. She mouthed a silent 'that's it, fuck me' as her fingers went on a rampage over her teenage clit.

          Colette and Gordon were fucking like rabbits, her full, round breasts bouncing wildly as the sound of her shapely rump smacking against his thighs set a steady rhythm. Gordon ran his hands up his voluptuous wife's figure, cupping and squeezing her tits as she rode his shaft. She breathed in sharply through her teeth, moaning out her enjoyment in French. Gordon whispered something in her ear, to which Colette nodded. He moved his hand back down to her thighs and she spread them open, allowing Gordon to start teasing her clit much like Gretchen was doing to her own. It also gave them a very nice view of Mr. Peterson's cock ramming hard up his wife's ass.

          "W-wait a minute..." Gretchen stammered out. "Is she... Is she taking it up the butt?!?" Gretchen couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had to stop for a second and grabbed Kevin's shoulder, giving him a small shake to get his attention. She had to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.

          "Sure is," Kevin affirmed. Seeing the hot, blonde bombshell with her husband's rod stuck balls deep up her ass, her tight, pink snatch on full display for the camera, it was easily his favorite part of the tape. He double timed his jerking as he watched, a pervy grin on his face. "It's pretty hot, huh?"

          "Y-yeah..." She agreed as she started rubbing faster. The image in her head shifted to match the one on screen, and she couldn't help but wonder just what it felt like. A good part of her thought it would hurt like hell, though the rest was legitimately curious. She was knocked out of her masturbatory revelry by her brother's elbow in her breast. "Hey," she said in a muffled cry, blushing slightly as someone else had actually touched her tit. "Watch it."

          "Sorry," Kevin said, not even glancing over. "But I know you're gonna love this part." He hadn't been oblivious to the fact that she had mostly been focusing on Gordon's crotch when he was on screen. She liked looking at guys' junk, and she was in for a real treat.

          On the tape, Colette had stopped moaning out in her broken English and looked directly at the camera, crooking her finger in the 'come here' motion. "Come on over, Tairrance. Ah need moooore."

          Before Gretchen could ask who 'Tairrance' was, the sound of footsteps on carpet could be heard on the the TV as a second man moved into frame from off screen, and he was certainly not Gordon. His head and neck were cut out of frame thanks to how tall he was, but his body... Kevin's 19" Magnumbox TV did NOT do it justice, and as he stood by the couch to get his crotch on level with Colette's face, Gretchen damn near had another orgasm right then and there.

          "He's huge!" She squeaked out as Colette took inch after inch into her mouth, not stopping until the new man's balls were pressed firmly to her chin. "His... his thing... it's huge! Do... do they really come that big?!?"

          "Terrence does," Kevin said with a chuckle. "He and his wife sometimes get into the action with the Petersons." He silently lamented that this video didn't have any of their wife swapping shenanigans.

          Seeing this new stud on camera, his thick, veiny shaft disappearing and reappearing between Colette's thick, ruby lips... it was all too much for Gretchen. She clenched her teeth tightly to keep from crying out as she finally reached that heavenly sensation of a supremely satisfying orgasm. Her whole body tensed, small breasts jiggling slightly as she spasmed lightly and finally, she went limp, having to lean against Kevin to keep from falling over. Her brain was too spent from all the action and swimming in endorphins from cumming like a faucet, she didn't realize she was pressing her naked body against her little brother's side.

          The menage a trois on screen, coupled with the sounds of a girl having a hard orgasm right next to her, and now, that woman leaning her naked body up against him was too much for Kevin to handle. His cock throbbed and finally, the pearly white burst of semen was shot in the air. There was quite a bit built up, finally being released and it landed on his thighs, stomach, chest.... and some even landed on Gretchen's chest!

          "Eew!" Gretchen exclaimed in shock. "You got it all over me!" She looked down at herself, the splatters of cum on her chest. It actually occurred to her, she had never actually seen a man's cum before. I mean, sure they had talked about semen and ejaculation in sex ed class, but this was the real deal. She indulged her curiosity and scooped some up on her finger, playing with it a bit between her thumb and forefinger. While her brother was apologizing profusely and looking for something to clean herself up with, she decided to bite the bullet and licked it off her finger. The taste was odd, a mix of salty and sweet... but she thought it was actually not bad.

          Kevin quickly handed his sister the towel he often used as a spank rag. She took it and wiped herself clean, her face a bright crimson as she did so. When finished, she handed the towel back to Kevin, who used it for the same purpose. After the both of them were cleaned up, they looked at each other, the weight of everything that had transpired swirling around in their minds, and just burst out laughing. Both flopping down onto the bed next to each other.

          "Oh my god," Gretchen giggled. "I can't believe we actually just did that... and it was actually pretty fun!" She felt the soaked linens under her thighs as she realized just how wet her orgasm was. "I think you're going to need to change your sheets. Sorry about that."

          Kevin was chuckling too, almost in disbelief. "No biggie. I'll take care of them after mom and pop go to bed. But yeah, that was actually a lot more fun than just doing it by myself. You know... I'm getting a new one on on Friday..." He left the implication in the air for Gretchen to key in on herself.

          "Oh we are definitely doing this again," She said with a big grin on her face. "Though I think I'm gonna need a towel of my own." The two tired siblings shared a high-five as they made their plans to view the next tape together.

          Delores made her way down the hallway to where the childrens' rooms were. She poked her head into Gretchen's room, only to find it empty. She went across the hall to Kevin's room. The door was closed for some reason. What were they doing in there with the door closed? She turned the knob and pushed the door open.

          Inside, both her children were sitting on the floor of Kevin's room in front of his TV. On the screen, a tired Danny Glover slumped his shoulders and let out a world weary sight, muttering "I'm too old for this shit." Kevin looked over to the door and gave his mom a cheerful wave. "Hey mom," he chirped. "Gretch borrowed this movie from one of her friends."

          "Gretchen, I don't think this movie's appropriate for Kevin," Delores chided. "Language like that, it's completely vulgar." She had always been a bit on the more uptight of the parents, getting involved in the church activites and such. Also, there was one thing that was universal about mothers, and that was no matter how old their sons got, they would always be seen as Mom's baby boy.

          Gretchen had to legitimately hold back from bursting out in laughter. If she thought this was vulgar, then what they had just watched... and done... would have given her a coronary. "Oh, c'mon mom." She said with a grin. "Kevin's not a little kid anymore, he's in high school." She put an arm around Kevin's shoulder in solidarity. "Besides, how many times has dad said the exact same thing?"

          "I still don't approve," Delores said, the facts rolling around in her mind. "But I guess I should trust you two a bit more." She nodded, giving the movie her grudging approval "Well, you might want to wrap it up. I'm about to start dinner. Shouldn't take more than 10 minutes." She turned around and started to walk back to the kitchen, enjoying that her teenage children were getting along so well.