Seeing her mom and brother stand close together on the stairs, Sidney started to feel nervous about what was about to happen. She made herself take a deep breath. Whatever had gone on before was strange, sure, but it wasn’t going to continue now that Dad was home. Certainly, Dad wasn’t about to direct his son to have sex with his wife (Tom’s own mother!) while he sat back composing photos. No, this would be a normal old family picture. No other option was possible.
“OK, Amanda, keep your hands right there,” Dad said, “Now tilt your head so it rests on sport’s shoulder.”
“Your boy’s a little tall for that, these days,” Mom said.
“Well, rest it against his chest, at least,” Dad said, “Tom, stop being so stiff.”
Speaking of stiff — Sidney was surprised to see that her brother’s dick had recovered from their earlier escapade and was now trying to bust its way back out of his pants. Sidney didn’t have a lot of experience with penises, but she was pretty sure they were supposed to take a while to recharge. Yet Sidney could see clearly that Tom was more than ready for action, once again, as he posed next to a family member.
“Sport, you are busting out!” Dad said, raising his head from behind the camera. Tom’s face went pink. “Look at your arms and your chest. You barely even fit in that shirt.”
Tom let out a long sigh. “Oh. Um, thanks Dad,” he said, “You know, working out.”
“Well, I have to say, you look damn good,” Dad said, “Wouldn’t you agree, Amanda?”
“Definitely, Danny,” Mom said, with a bit of a giggle.
“Here, reach up and squeeze Tom’s bicep, hon,” Dad said, “Give it a good feel.”
Click, click, click. Dad took pictures as his wife slowly traced her son’s muscular arms. But she didn’t stop there. Mom began to drag her hand over Tom’s chest, feeling his defined pecs and washboard stomach. The whole time, she cooed like she was petting a particularly cute baby seal.
“Take his shirt off,” Dad said.
“Dad?” Tom asked.
“Come on, sport, I know you worked hard to get that body. Don’t you want to show it off for the rest of the family?” Dad asked.
“You remember those muscle shots your Uncle Travis sent last year?” Mom asked.
Sidney, in fact, did remember the bizarre pictures her uncle had shared with the family. She had not been ready to see her mom’s younger brother wearing a speedo, a Santa hat, and nothing else, while doing lunges. Even if he was remarkably ripped.
“Right?” Dad said, “I think we need to give your uncle a little competition.”
Tom sighed and started unbuttoning his shirt. The poor, tortured piece of cloth was barely wearable at that point anyway.
“Ooo, look at that,” Mom said, running her hand up down her son’s body.
“You been shaving yourself, there sport?” Dad asked.
“The girls like it,” Tom said, defensively.
“Oh, I know how you kids are these days,” Dad said, “But I also know your mother likes at least a little hair on the old chest.” Dad thumped his own pecs. “What about you, Sidney? You like how your brother looks?”
“I don’t know,” Sidney said, suddenly shy. She looked away.
“Hear that, sport?” Dad said with a grin, “Sounds like you might have to rethink your strategy.”
“Danny, are you taking pictures or what?” Mom asked.
“Whoops, sorry dear.” Dad dropped back behind the camera and started clicking away.
“You know if Tom’s going to be topless,” Mom said, “I suppose I should be, as well. Even things out and all.”
Sidney gasped. On the one hand, did some strange part of her want to see her mom’s massive breasts? Actually, kinda yeah. On the other though, she wasn’t sure Mom should be showing her tits to her son, her family, and the many local townsfolk who happened to live nearby.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Tom asked, speaking Sidney’s mind for her.
Mom looked at him, eyebrow raised. Her beautiful face was lost in thought. “You’re right,” she said, and both twins breathed a sigh of relief mixed with disappointment. “It’s getting too dark for pictures. Let’s move this shoot inside the house.”
Like this made total sense, the family immediately agreed. They all raced to gather up the photography equipment in the last of the gloaming. The moon was well up in the sky by the time they were done, scampering back into the house with armfuls of lenses, tripods, and camera bags.
They all went so fast, they forgot about the car. Tom and Sidney had been about to drive to the prom before their dad showed up. Now the front passenger door was left sitting wide open, keys in the ignition — a single, sad electric dome light shone thin while the car pinged lonely and forgotten under the stars.
Inside, the family tossed everything onto the living room couch, then moved the furniture around to make enough open space. Again, like this was totally normal behavior for a Friday evening.
“Go stand by the mantle with your mother, sport, it’s going to take me a moment to set up in here,” Dad said, “Hey, princess?”
“Yes, Dad?” Sidney asked, she eyed all the photography gear nervously, worried her father was going to expect her to deal with it all. Worse, though, was looking at her shirtless brother and soon-to-be-shirtless Mom.
Sidney was torn. On the one hand, this was family fooling around, which was wrong on so many levels even Mario couldn’t get through them all. But it didn’t stop Sidney from thinking back fondly about fucking her brother.
Sex with Tom had transcended any expectation she’d had for the experience. The fact that it had been her twin sibling taking her virginity weirdly made everything feel even better. Her naughty pussy, still dripping with his cum, was already hungering for even more.
But instead of delivering her another much needed meal, Tom was playing with Mom instead and it was making Sidney irrationally jealous. The whole thing was a computational conundrum, overclocked and running a hundred different programs, without a single cooling fan to be seen. And, as you’d expect in such a situation, it was melting Sidney’s brain a bit.
“Princess,” Dad said, sternly, snapping Sidney back to attention. “You’re supposed to be helping me here.”
“Right, sorry Daddy,” Sidney said.
“As I was saying, since I’m doing the camera stuff, can you use your iPhone to take some pics of sport and your mom? I want to make sure we get everything we need.”
“Oh!” Sidney said, “Sure thing, Dad.”
Tom and Mom were already standing by the fireplace. Tom’s shirt was completely gone, and their mother was absently tracing his bare chest despite the fact that there was no one recording it. Sidney found her phone — it had been in the purse she’d left out on the porch — and held it up.
“Ready to go,” she said.
“Now, where were we?” Mom asked, putting her finger to her chin in a caricature of consideration.
“You were, um, going to ‘match’ Tom,” Sidney said. The last few words caught in her throat. Was she really suggesting this?
“Oh yes!” Mom said, “I swear sometimes your old mother can be such a ninny.”
She reached down to the hem of her red v-neck and lifted it up over her head. Even Sidney had to appreciate what she was seeing now. Mom’s breasts were large and full, brownish nipples standing out stiff.