All Grown Up #4 -- Yuletide And Sleigh Bed Rides free porn video

Before leaving for her freshman year at college, Kelly had fallen in love with Dan, her sister Jenny’s husband. Jealousy led her to hide cameras in Dan & Jenny’s room, to record and watch their passionate lovemaking for months. When Jenny had to fly cross-country for business, Kelly revealed her secrets, and seduced Dan. For three weeks, the two of them engaged in joyfully erotic play, until Jenny, blissfully unaware Kelly was borrowing her husband, came home, and Kelly left for college.


Kelly and Jenny had always loved the holidays in the old mansion. Their mom, and now Jenny, always selected a huge fir the took two full days to bring in and decorate. The proud tree with its big ornaments and strings of lights, bows in the full branches, dominated the living room That had been done over the previous weekend, just Jenny and her husband, her mainly doing all the climbing on the ladder, while he handed her ornaments and lights The sisters shared a love of the Yuletide, but Jenny didn’t know about Kelly’s other love, her husband Dan.

Dan’s leg had healed up well from his fall in August, and the limp was nearly gone as his bones had knitted perfectly. He didn’t need the cane anymore, much to Jenny’s relief, but she had banned him from any heavy lifting or heavy exercise until the doctor gave him a final examination in January. The house was ready for the family to arrive in three days for Christmas Eve. It was already Tuesday, and Dan was down at the college picking Kelly up. Jenny would have gone, but there was still a lot to do, and she could catch up with her sister over decorating and baking.

Jenny’s long, dark hair was bound up in a scarf as she dusted. She thought they should really hire a maid, and planned to talk to Dan again about recruiting one to come clean once a month. An impressively large dust bunny fell off one of the shelves onto her nose, and she sneezed, immediately revising her future maid’s schedule to weekly.


Kelly climbed into Dan’s Dart after carefully arranging her suitcase and a couple of bags of gifts in the trunk. Her hug for Dan had been very chaste, belying the fact she would have loved to jump him right there, strip him naked and fuck him right in front of her dorm, the other students be damned. She felt the familiar twinge of butterflies, and she wondered what exactly would happen when they got home, and knew what she wanted. Who she wanted.

Dan had returned her hug almost indifferently, squeezing her against him with a perfunctory motion. They had spoken only twice since August, not wanting to give Jenny any reason to suspect her sister’s affections, or Dan’s infidelities with her. It was nearly five o’clock, minutes before sunset, and she found herself anticipating the drive back, wanting it to last a long time before she had to share him with her sister, his wife. She hadn’t even travelled back for Thanksgiving, but that had as much to do with her mid-term project as anything else.

They chatted about nothing important for about a third of the trip, then Kelly told him to stop the car, pull over into an nearly empty parking lot at the rest stop. He pulled into a stall on the other side of the Visitor Center, away from the road, and under a full pine tree. He looked at her for a moment, before she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to her. “Kiss me, my Danny.”

Their kiss was four months’ worth of pent-up passion and want, and she started panting, her desire roaring to life. It lasted for what seemed like hours, but was only a minute or two. “Fuck, baby, I wanted you take me into your arms and carry me back to the dorm and fuck me all night.”

“I’ve missed you too, my Kelly.” They continued to kiss, and she reached down between his legs, thrilled to feel his cock swelling. She stroked him through his pants, and he moaned with each pass of her fingers over his erection.

“Danny, next time you pick me up, wear a kilt!,” she hissed, only half-joking. She wanted him now. Fumbling with his trousers, she noted he hadn’t worn a belt, doubtless planning ahead for her affections. With a happy little noise, she freed him from the prison of his pants, and giggled when she noticed he had no boxers on, either. “Baby, I love opening this gift!”

He was ready for her, she saw. A glistening drop of pre-cum was at the very tip of his head, and she extended her tongue to gently brush it away. It was thin and sweet, and she savored it on her lips and tongue before swallowing it down, where she imagined it warmed her tummy, lighting her up from within.

She wanted him inside her, pounding her pussy just like they’d done almost the whole month of August, but the car was too small, and had no good angles, even in the back seat. Kelly was sure Danny would “settle” for her sucking his cock for now. Leaning further over, she took his head between her lips, sucking just the head, and letting her tongue play over the hole, hoping for more pre-cum. Dan moaned, and she knew he was close already.

He felt her silky tongue caress the underside of his erection. “Oh, Kelly, you’re so fucking good, baby. God, I’ve been hard since leaving the house to get you… I’ve missed you, baby.” She could easily believe it; it felt like his hard-on had been waiting for months, not hours, and she wanted him now.

She kissed him on the mouth, and put her tongue between his lips for another brief French kiss. “I’m ready for you to cum, Danny,” she whispered just before taking him back into her mouth, sucking his cock with a hunger she hadn’t fulfilled in months. “Cum, baby,” she panted in between two thrusts, rubbing his hard dick, twisting it like a pepper shaker. “You so need this, Danny. Fill my mouth up. I need it too…,” she crooned, and started sucking him faster.

The feel of his velvety head between her lips, and over her tongue, made her gasp in desire, and she slowly let her head descend until the entirety of his cock filled her mouth, and let her hands wander down to his balls, where she caressed them. I love this!, she exulted. Kelly had missed it, too. She’d had a couple of brief liaisons during the Fall, supremely unsatisfying, and she had craved the feel of her Danny’s body against her naked breasts, his cock inside her pussy, and the wonderful, thick taste of his semen in her mouth and on her tongue. She moaned in sympathy, feeling his balls tense, ready to release under her fingertips.

After only a handful of thrusts, he cried out in release, and she felt her reward fountain into her mouth, filling her up, slaking her thirst for the time being. She swallowed every drop, and kept milking the last of it from his cock with her fingertips, while he collapsed back in the driver’s seat. It was as wonderful as the first time she had surprised him with a blowjob, and he felt his hand caressing her hair, not shoving her face into him, just stroking her lovingly as his orgasm subsided.

After checking that none of the semen had spilled on either of them, she sighed. “We should stop for coffee, babe, or a soda. Wouldn’t do for my sister to smell cum on my breath.” He agreed, and zipped his slacks up before they drove a couple of miles to a gas station, where she got a cinnamon hot chocolate, in honor of the season, and some peppermints. He bought a black coffee, and sipped it while they drove along.

“Baby, when was the last time you came?”

He turned and gave her a tired smile, then faced the road again. “About a week, but Jenny and I haven’t had sex in almost a month, the night after Thanksgiving.”

Kelly whistled quietly. “A whole month? Isn’t my sister treating you right? You couldn’t go two nights without it last summer, and two hours was a stretch in August.” She gave him a sultry chuckle. “What, babe, did she cut you off?”

His groan turned petulant and irritated. “She’s been busy since her promotion, and she’s still finding her pace with it. Lots of travel, too, so she’s only been home regularly since last week. She’s usually on the road three or four nights a week, so I’m eating a lot of microwave cuisine. The money’s been good for the household, though, and she wants to hire a maid to help out.”

Kelly pitched her voice low and sexy for him. “And what is the maid going to clean, baby? If you need anything cleaned off, I’ll take care of it if Jenny doesn’t. You know that.” She sipped her chocolate, and sighed. “I love you, my Danny. If you had told me, I would have called, and played with my pussy just for you.”

He squeezed her hand. “And I love you, my beautiful little fuckbunny.” It gave her a warm feeling inside to hear that term of endearment, and she couldn’t wait to do more when they got home.


The grounds had a light dusting of frost, and Kelly hoped it would be a White Christmas, as they had enjoyed a few times here over the years. The dregs of her hot chocolate were nearly gone, and she popped a peppermint into her mouth, and gave one to Dan also.

Jenny flung the door open. “Kelly!” The two sisters hugged and chattered away while Dan brought Kelly’s suitcase and gifts inside. Dinner was ready, and Jenny showed off the turkey and ham they would all be enjoying Friday and Saturday while the family gathered.

There would be lots of work to do between now and Christmas Eve, and Kelly felt relieved to be doing something usual and normal like preparing for the holiday. Mom and Dad, known to the outside world as Steve and Shelley, would get in Thursday night for a pre-Christmas Eve, or as Jenny called it, their Christmas Eve Eve dinner, just the five of them, at a restaurant in Roanoke. Dan had made their reservations a month ago, and was looking forward to their prime rib.

Two aunts and one uncle, along with most of their respective broods, would be there, although only her parents and Uncle Hal, a widower who was only ten years older than Steve but looked twice his age, would be staying in the house. The rest had hotel rooms nearby, and would also arrive on Thursday, or early Friday morning for Christmas Eve proper.

Kelly helped make up three of the four bedrooms on the second floor; the fourth was the one with the fireman’s pole leading down into Dan’s study, a feature she had put to excellent use in August. She wanted the opportunity to use it, if it was needed, and knew anyone trying to sleep there would have a difficult time falling asleep with the noise coming up from below.

Uncle Hal, of course, would be nearest the guest bathroom, with her parents taking another, and the one between them was also kept ready just in case someone was too tired or had indulged in too much Christmas cheer to safely drive back to their rooms. All four of the rooms also had the same passages Kelly had arranged between her bedroom and the master, when the mansion was remodeled nearly five years ago. The passages were all against interior walls, and accessible through a hatch in the bathroom closet, under the lowest shelf in that closet, as well as a concealed panel in each bedroom’s closet.

Kelly hadn’t used any of those passages for over two years; only the one to the master had seen any use, when she took to spying on her sister and her husband after they bought the mansion. She admitted to herself she had a wonderfully perverted streak, both wide and long, and knew it would appeal to the right man, and in fact already had.

Anticipating sneaking in their bathroom to listen and watch, then after they had finished slipping back to her room and playing with herself, always made her heart skip a beat, and gave her a delicious thrill. It had inspired her to plant the cameras in the first place, and then to fall in love with and seduce her brother-in-law, although she wasn’t sure which had actually happened first.

Late Wednesday night, after Jenny and her Danny had fallen into an exhausted sleep, Kelly went into the guest bath on the second floor, and moved aside the hidden panel there. Disconnected by necessity and architecture from the single passage on the third floor, she had finagled their construction in secret, even from her parents who had once owned the house.

Holding a flashlight in one hand, she cleaned up the few cobwebs that had accumulated over two years of emptiness and neglect, and checked each secret door to make sure they all worked. It had crossed her mind to vacuum the passages, but that would be hard to explain, and besides they didn’t have a cord long enough. Chuckling to herself, she realized she could blame it on ghosts, but that would be a very thin excuse, and ultimately unsuccessful.

Finished with her self-appointed chore, Kelly wandered on her tiptoes back to her room through the darkened mansion. She stopped at Jenny and Dan’s door, ears keen for any sound, but she heard nothing. She had removed the cameras from their room the day before they dropped her off at the college, since her laptop wouldn’t be there to record anything, and the chances of discovery were higher if they remained.

Stripping off her sweaty and dusty clothes, she grabbed a nighty from her closet and felt the thrill as it fluttered down over her bare breasts and the rest of her lean body. She regarded the back of her closet, and knelt to look at the hidden panel with a pang of lust and loneliness. Jenny had kept her busy all day, and now, after clearing out the passages on the floor below, she was wiped out. Even so, she would have found time and energy for Danny if there had been any opportunity at all.

It sounded good at first to slink down the low passage and get a view of the two of them fucking, but she was pretty sure they weren’t doing anything more than sleeping, especially at three in the morning. That would be boring, and a little sad. She turned back to her bed, and slept deeply, her dreams populated with erotic scenes, in which she was both puppet master and subject of fantasies by faceless men, and a couple of women. She was still smiling when she woke up.

Her parents arrived Thursday afternoon, and Kelly took the opportunity to hide the pair of cameras again in Dan and Jenny’s room, one in their bathroom with a panoramic view of the shower and tub, and on a whim, one in the third bedroom on the second floor, just in case of random sex. After she helped get their luggage and four boxes of Christmas gifts out of their rental and upstairs, selecting the room she hadn’t inserted cameras in to set their things down in, Kelly went back to her room to check the feeds again, and saw they were recording.


They took both cars to dinner in Roanoke, an hour distant, and Kelly rode with her parents, while her sister and Dan took the BMW. Mom and Dad pried politely into her days on campus as a freshman, and gave unsolicited but nonetheless appreciated advice. The subject turned to dating, and boys, and Kelly thanked her good fortune that neither of them thought themselves “cool” enough to hear about her sex life, which for obvious reasons she couldn’t go into.

Dinner in Roanoke was wonderful, and they all ate their fill. Her parents were enjoying their early retirement, and talked about the many road trips and two cruises they had gone on since last Christmas. Thankfully, it was decades past the time the family would have sat through the mandatory slide show their parents had doubtless endured as c***dren.

On the way back, Jenny insisted on riding with her parents, and Kelly found herself alone in the BMW with Dan, which she pretended mildly upset her. Making a show of relenting in favor of Jenny’s wish to ride with them, her heart leapt at the chance to be alone with him.

She climbed into the front seat and buckled in. Dan slid into the driver’s seat, and they followed her parent’s car for a couple of miles, before inclining her head towards her and asking, “Would you care for a little side trip, Kelly?”

“Won’t they be…suspicious if we take too long to get back? We’re right behind them.” The idea of taking some time with Danny excited her, and she wanted him so badly. A light snow had started falling, and the thought of lying naked with him in front of a roaring fire made her wriggle in pleasure.

“No, they won’t. I mentioned we were going to pick up a couple of things at the store on the way back. A couple of things I’ve already hidden in the back from this afternoon.” He grinned sidelong at her. “Besides, I told Jenny I understood she would appreciate some time alone with her parents.”

Kelly nodded. They had finished pretty much all the preparations for Christmas Eve already, and just needed to get dinner started in the morning. That left time for her and her Danny. “Where are we going, babe?” She wished they were closer to her dorm room, but the building would be locked up for the break as of this evening.

“You’ll love it, my little fuckbunny.” He slowed down slightly, and they watched as the luxury sedan the others were in faded into the distance.

Forty-five minutes later, they turned off the highway, and headed up into the hills, coming to a stop at a small house, more of a bungalow. They were only twenty minutes away from the mansion, but it felt much further. The windows had a cheery glow of lights from the kitchen, and the curtains were all drawn. It looked like any other home ready to celebrate the next couple of days. Dan rolled the car into the open garage and shut the door, before they went in.

It was warm inside, the furnace turned up against the chill outside. It was a simple one-room cabin, fireplace in the center of one wall, firewood ready to be lit. “Here we are, Kelly.” She gasped in romantic wonder, and grabbed his scarf to pull his face down to hers. She kissed him and put her hands under his sweater, feeling his bare skin under her fingertips.

“We’re not staying the night, are we?” It would have been wonderful, but too suspicious even to her lust-addled mind, she realized. Still, she wanted to be naked with him in front of that roaring fire, feeling him inside her pussy, and the wonderful pussy-licking she had craved for months.

Dan shook his head. “Not tonight, Kelly. Private rental, and I rented this through the third, our own place to go and retreat if we need it. And I’m sure we’ll need it.”

Kelly’s hands withdrew from under his sweater. “So, we’re still waiting? It’s been four months, Danny. I want you now.” Her disappointment was palpable, even though she felt so ready to spend a day or two entwined with him, taking care of a hunger the feast tomorrow wouldn’t even touch.

Dan kissed her softly on her lips, and she opened her mouth for a long, deep kiss, which cured her immediate upset, and she felt herself beginning to respond, wanting to strip down right now and push his face down below her waist, make him spend an hour kissing and licking her, sucking on her clit, and sticking his tongue inside her pussy until she was worn out from cumming. “Danny, I need you now, baby. Now.” She was softly insistent, and put her hands now down his pants, running them over his ass, looking into his eyes.

She felt his cock swelling, and couldn’t wait any more. She unzipped her skirt and tossed it on the floor, then slipped her panties down to her ankles, and he was delighted to see she was still shaving her pussy bare for him. He pulled his own pants down to his thighs, his erection springing up as it was freed from its bonds. Kelly leaned away from him, bracing herself on the easy chair next to her, presenting her bottom and pussy to him. “Take me now, my Danny.”

He moved his feet so he was behind her, and pushed forward into her waiting pussy, starting to hump her, both standing in the middle of the room bottomless. Kelly felt the first orgasm rising in her, and let herself go with the passion. “Danny, so good, so good…” She moaned as his cock pounded her pussy, pushing her forward inexorably to her climax.

Not sure how many people could hear her, and unwilling to draw too much attention, she buried her face in the cushion of the easy chair, moaning into it, shaking and quivering as she came. She squirted for the first time in months, plastering Dan’s groin with her fragrant, hot juices. Dan’s thrusts quickened, and she felt his curly pubic hair brush rhythmically against her trim buttocks.

She came a second time, and felt her legs go weak with the release. He supported her hips with his hands, gripping her ass on either side, and he groaned as he sped up. Plunging harder and deeper into Kelly, the room was filled with their moans, with the slapping sound of his speeding thrusts giving an urgent, quickening counterpoint.

“God, Kelly, I’m going to cum.” His panting was ragged now, and she could tell he was so close to filling her pussy. She gripped the chair back harder, clenching her fists, anticipating his orgasm.

He groaned again, and she felt his semen pulse into her waiting pussy, and her third climax hit at the same moment. Simultaneously hitting the peak, their moans were in harmony, each breathing in and moaning at the same time. They had never finished at the same time before, and she loved it, wanted so much more, so much longer.

Dan pulled out of her, and she slid forward, half-collapsing on the chair as he leaned back, both winded and eager to resume. After a moment, Kelly kicked off her shoes and slipped her panties all the way off. The panties were wet with her fluids, and several drops of semen had dripped out of her cunt to further soil the silky fabric. “Fuck, Danny, I hope this place has a washing machine… Don’t want to get home and have Jenny wonder why we both smell like sex!”

“It does, but something better, too. I brought a couple of changes of underwear for you, in the event we were overcome with passion when I showed the bungalow to you.” Naked from the waist down, except for her still-dry ankle socks, she gingerly avoided their joint puddle on the floor, and went to the dresser, where she found the promised garments in the bottom drawer.

She cleaned up at the bathroom sink, washing herself with soap and water until the scent of their passion barely remained. Dan did the same afterwards, and pulled boxers out of the top drawer. “Hey, Danny! Those are the same color as the ones you were wearing!”

He grinned conspiratorially. “Jenny doesn’t know what panties you wore, does she? She saw me in my boxers this morning, after my shower. Wouldn’t do to be wearing a different color when I climb into bed tonight.”

“So, you planned this?” She was both wary and very complimented.

“Not exactly. I planned ahead for this, just in case. Keeping my hands off you is so hard to do, and I knew I couldn’t trust myself if you made your wicked intentions clear.” He leaned forward and kissed her, checking the clock over the stove. “It’s been almost half an hour, baby. Sadly, we should get going.”

“Too short, but so worth it, my Danny!”

They got back to the house, and Kelly pulled the bag of groceries out of the back, and went to the kitchen door with Dan trailing behind her. Dan secured the garage door, and was in just a moment later.

Jenny beamed at Dan, and thanked him for the last minute grocery run with a huge hug, and obviously very happy to see him. She turned to Kelly, “What did you get?” Dan had already coached Kelly on the drive back, and Kelly ticked off a few items to Jenny, then started pulling them out of the bag and placing them in their spots in the cupboard.

Jenny took Dan by the hand and led him into the living room while Kelly finished up, and she stacked the dishes for good measure. When she finished, it was nearly ten, and she was sure everyone was tired as she was. Mom and Dad had already turned in, minutes after they got back from dinner, and both Jenny and Dan looked tired, though Kelly knew exactly how he had reached that state, and smiled inwardly. A few minutes later, the lights were mostly off downstairs, the huge fir dark, and everyone was upstairs in their bedrooms.

After changing for bed and brushing her teeth in the smaller third-floor bathroom, Kelly went to her room, and turned on her laptop, checking the feeds. Her breath caught in her throat, a mixture of joy and possessiveness, as he saw Dan and Jenny making out on the bed, naked and on top of the covers. She saw Dan was hard again, and held her breath when he rolled on top of Jenny and she put his cock inside her.

“Oh, baby, fuck her…” The words quietly escaped, and she hiked her nighty up to her tummy and slipped her panties off the second time tonight. Her door was locked, and her eyes were locked on the two in the master bedroom, locked in a passionate embrace, moving rhythmically. Kelly started to play with her pussy, bringing some of her juices up to moisten her clit, moaning nearly inaudibly at her own touch and in memory of her Danny’s cock barely two hours ago, cumming inside her.

She turned the speakers all the way off, and just watched. Dan started to speed up inside her sister, but not as frantically as earlier. Jenny mouthed a moan, arching her back to take more of him in, and Kelly considered buying herself a pair of headphones. She loved the sounds of the two of them fucking, and the masculine groans when Danny came inside her, either her cunt or her mouth didn’t matter. Her own warm, wet hole, still eager to be filled again, accommodated her index and middle fingers, and her other hand spread her lips and stroked the delicate nub of flesh at its apex.

After a few minutes, they finished, and Kelly timed her orgasm to Dan’s, noting absently that it didn’t look like her sister had hit the same summit, but still looked happy and halfway into a state of carnal bliss. Kelly know how she felt, and was happy for them both, and slightly envious she and Danny hadn’t been the ones to take longer, hadn’t been able to take much longer satisfying each other. She looked forward to going back to the cabin in a couple of days, maybe on the pretext of post-Christmas shopping. Crawling into bed, still naked, she happily curled up under the covers.

She awoke later to a noise, but she couldn’t identify it at first. Her laptop was off, and there couldn’t have been sound without the speakers on. Listening, she heard it again, a soft moan, or softer than it should have been. Listening at her door, it seemed fainter, so it wasn’t in the hallway, and the thought of anyone fucking in the hall while she was in her bedroom mortified her. Fully awake, she hoped it wasn’t her parents, then switched on the laptop. The digits in the lower corner of her display told her it was just after three a.m.

Jenny and Dan were at it again, this time with Jenny riding him on her haunches, sitting up as he thrust inside her. She turned on the volume, just a little bit, and heard them sighing, trying to keep quiet for the second time that night. Kelly felt her clit quiver, wanting to be the one on top of Danny. She hit “Record” in the media player, but didn’t settle back to watch.

Without willfully deciding, she opened her closet door and the hidden panel, and crawled in the nude through the hidden passage to their master closet. Kelly had maneuvered through the narrow little alley many times in her senior year, so navigating in the dark was easy. She crept through into their closet, sliding the low panel almost in place, and crawled through to the bathroom. The only sources of illumination were a nightlight low on the wall, and a hint of moonlight through the translucent window over the bathtub. The door to the bedroom was open, and she heard their moans.

Moving slowly and silently to the door, she peeked through, and watched Jenny moving her hips forward and back, humping Dan, her Danny. Her breath was hot in her throat, and she knew how wet and ready she was, but dared not touch herself now, completely aware she wouldn’t be able to resist another orgasm, one she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.

She spied on them for nearly thirty minutes, by the glowing green display on Dan’s bedstand, before Jenny suddenly picked up speed, humping him feverishly, ignoring her rising moans. “Fuck me, baby. Cum inside me again. Oh, Danny…”

Kelly was thunderstruck, hearing her name for Dan coming out of her sister’s mouth, and felt the first pangs of jealousy, real envy burning inside her. At the same time, Jenny exhaled strongly, and collapsed on Dan. His hissing exhalation told Kelly they were done for now, and she saw Jenny swing one leg down to the floor.

Retreating into the closet as quickly as she could, Kelly backed into the passage and slid the door nearly shut just as the closet light came on. She froze, listening to Jenny rummage through the clothing racks, select something, probably a robe, and flick the light off again. Kelly didn’t move for a long time, then gently closed the panel the rest of the way, backing out to her closet, a full twenty feet away, at last shutting the panel on her side, and shutting the closet door. She turned the door and held the latch all the way in, terrified that Jenny would hear even the faintest click if she was careless.

She finally slipped into bed, shaking as she realized how close she had come to being caught, and very horny again from watching them in the throes of passion. She slipped her gown on again, feeling more exposed than ever, and laid down under the comforter, heart thundering in her chest Eventually, Kelly drifted off to sleep, and awoke the next morning with her gown on the floor in a pink pile. She was on her stomach, face to the door, one of her hands playing with her pussy. The door, happily, was still locked, and she threw her gown on before dashing to her bathroom and showering.

The first guests arrived a little bit before noon, exchanging happy Christmas greetings in the hall and foyer before dispersing in roughly equal numbers to the kitchen, living room and dining room. Kelly joined the gathering throng, before heading to the kitchen for some food and to help. The aroma of roast turkey filled the air, with an undertone of the ham warming in the lower oven, and various other scents of the season’s feast, savory and sweet.

Kelly smiled and hugged her sister hard. “Merry Christmas Eve, sis.” She wished she could have told her how happy it made her that she and her Danny were having sex again, but that would have led to how she knew, and inevitably to revealing the cameras and the secret passage, and finally how happy Danny had been earlier in the week and last night, let alone in August. Instead, she just looked pleased, and Jenny wondered what Kelly had heard, then was thankfully interrupted by her aunts and their husbands, and seven cousins between them, ranging in age from four to nineteen, arriving within five minutes of each other.

The pandemonium settled down to a mirthful roar of family and laughter. Kelly unwound as the day wore on, and was fully settled by dinner at four. She sat next to Dan at one end of the table, Jenny on the other side, and both played hostess, bringing the various foods to the huge walnut table, which Dan had taken them both on.

After dinner, they opened presents, one for each of them, the giver determined by drawing of lots at Thanksgiving. Kelly’s had been drawn and e-mailed to her by Jenny, since she had been working on a class project that weekend. The six of them staying in the old house would open the rest of their gifts in the morning, while the rest stayed at their hotels, relaxing for Christmas Day before they checked out of their hotels for the drives or flights back home on Monday.

Everyone mingled after the opening of the presents, no-one eager to be the first ones to leave, and all of her cousins showing off what each one had received earlier, playing with each other, and general joyful chaos. Kelly noticed that, in the middle of all the hubbub, one of her aunts was gone, and after scanning the happy crowd, saw one too few uncles, too.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” she mumbled to herself, and wordlessly excused herself, heading to her bedroom and her waiting laptop. She could have turned right off the stairs at the second floor, but didn’t want to call any attention to what she thought might be happening, going up the second fight and straight to her room.

Kelly locked her door, and checked the feeds from Dan and Jenny’s room, then their bathroom. All three rooms were silent, with no activity at all since the morning. First, she cleared the recordings in those rooms to that point, then took a deep breath, held it and switched to the middle room on the second floor.

The two people in the second bedroom were naked from the waist down, and Aunt Lindsay’s sweater was up past her breasts, bra flipped up over the top of them like a sunshade, and lay on her back on top of the covers of the sleigh bed. The man on top of her was sucking on her nipples while his hips moved back and forth, plunging his cock inside her pussy. Her aunt Lindsay was moaning very softly, evidently trying to keep the noise down, and she could barely make out her uncle’s face as he kissed down from her ample chest to her pussy, and started to lick and suckle there.

She turned up the volume on the mic, and made out their words. “Oh, honey, I love how you eat my pussy, honey.” Lindsay put her legs together, clamping George’s face between her thighs while she arched her back, mouth wide open in ecstasy. A thin, tight moan escaped her lips, fighting to escape, and she closed her mouth, covering it with one palm even as she gripped George’s hair with her other hand. Kelly couldn’t see much of the action, but she could tell Uncle George was probably running his tongue up and down the length of Lindsay’s cunt, which she expected would be unshaven, wild and black as her hair.

Kelly was pleased with her foresight in placing the camera and mic the night before, and more pleased that she had this recording. She wanted her Danny to do her in that room, licking her pussy, fucking her to a long, flowing orgasm or four, cumming inside her over and over. Next time Jenny was on any sort of trip, Kelly resolved to come up here and seduce Danny in that bedroom, and maybe in all three of the others for good measure. A thrill of pleasure and hunger travelled from her throat directly to her clit, a lightning bolt of pure lust.

She slipped her jeans and panties down to her ankles, spread her legs and started stroking her pussy, which was thick with her juices from watching the act taking place before her hidden eyes. She watched her aunt moaning through her hand, thrusting her hips up into George’s face, using her free hand now to squeeze her own tits, kneading the nipples. Kelly threw her sweater and bra onto the rug and fondled her tits, leaning her head back and cooing softly at the same time her aunt’s orgasm came over the speaker, matching her own.

She watched again as the two on the monitor changed position, and Lindsay was now kneeling on the bed, on all fours. Aunt Lindsay had slipped out of her clothes entirely, throwing caution to the wind, and her moans were slightly louder now. George was still wearing his sweater, and came in from behind her, pounding her pussy, gripping her hips as he rocked his own hips, and from the sound of it, Lindsay’s world.

Kelly’s clit quivered in yearning, wishing she were watching her and Danny on that screen, imagining she was the one who was being fucked so hard and well. In the middle of turning over, her aunt showed her pussy for a moment to the camera, and Kelly noted it was, in fact, black as her tresses, but not as crazily askew as she had imagined, trimmed into a neat, almost fussy, triangle at her crotch. Her breasts were low, and swayed in time to the rhythm of the cock fucking her.

Kelly froze as the rest of the scene became clear, her breath catching in her throat, the finger in her pussy arrested with one knuckle inside the sweet, thick wetness. She blinked and looked again, but there was no mistake.

Lindsay’s lover was her uncle, but Peter, not Lindsay’s husband George. “Oh, fuck.” And again, “Oh, fuck!” A wave of ice water ran down her body, shock paralyzing her as she watched her aunt moaning passionately as her sister’s husband drove her to the brink of another climax. “Oh, fuck…”

Kelly closed her eyes and slammed the laptop shut, and the noise didn’t quite echo in her room, but she couldn’t hear it over the pounding of her heart. How many times had Lindsay crept away with her brother-in-law George? Was this a sudden, one-time passion, or had it been going on for years? When did they come upstairs and start fucking? Did Jenny know? Did anyone? That last seemed very unlikely, but that third bedroom was always made up for family visits, and never used.

Or perhaps used only by those two, she realized. And, if so, did Jenny know?

It was impossible, inconceivable she could tell anyone in her family. It would rip asunder both of her aunts’ marriages, and their wonderful Christmases, picnics and other gatherings. And the question of how she had learned of her aunt’s infidelity would be the first and most uncomfortable question of all. There was simply no explaining the camera or mic without revealing the other feeds she had in Jenny’s bedroom, in their bathroom, or the hidden passages Kelly had conspired to have installed in the old house.

The laptop was open, although she couldn’t remember opening it, and she gazed through leaden eyes at the happy couple lying back after finishing, chatting to themselves. Kelly felt dirty, soiled down to her soul, and sat unmoving, her jeans and panties at her ankles the only thing on her. They were on their sides, Aunt Lindsay in front, leaned back into Peter’s chest. Kelly had to know, and turned the mic up so she could catch their conversation.

“I think I’m in love with you, Peter.”

A soft masculine chuckle. “You’ve said that for a while, my sexy girl.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind, cupped one of her breasts and delicately licked her earlobe, eliciting a low, happy noise from her.

She laughed. “Okay, not love, just healthy lust. You know just where to touch me, where to put your fingers and dick.”

“Still nothing with him?”

Lindsay’s head drooped slightly to the side, and Kelly was sure it was from an unhappy place in her life, or profound guilt. “I think he’s still fucking her. He won’t admit it, but I’m sure he is. Fuck, Peter, she’s Jenny’s age!” Hearing her sister’s name, Kelly blushed fiercely, recalling exactly what she knew how to do, and what she was doing, with her Danny. “She knows how to do things I would do if only George asked me. If he had asked me before climbing into the sack with her.”

A hesitation, then, “Maybe he’s stopped.”

“Do you believe it?” Sudden anger.

“No, Lin, I don’t think so. I hate to say this, but maybe there’s someone else, another someone else. How long has he been…fucking her?”

Aunt Lindsay snorted, half in anger and half in dismissal. “At least four years. Hasn’t touched me in two of them, either.” She turned her head over her shoulder, and met Peter’s lips in a long and sexy kiss. “Thank God for you, Peter.”

“It’s not like I don’t have my own…issues.”

Kelly’s aunt’s tone became comforting, conciliatory. She knew instinctively Lindsay was about to talk about her other aunt, and Kelly’s stomach twisted in comprehension. “Some women just…stop after having them. You two have four, and it takes a lot of time and energy, I’m sure. God knows you’ve tried.”

Peter nodded. “Fucking everything. We took a week off to go the Caribbean, all expenses paid, first class flight, the whole fucking enchilada. She actually locked me out of the bathroom whenever she took a shower, and I saw her naked for thirty seconds the whole seven days, while she was changing into her swimsuit. At a nude resort, she wore a fucking swimsuit the whole time.” Frustration came through every word he spat out.

“I know she still loves you, Peter.” He pulled back a little. “What? She and I…talk. Not about this, obviously, honey. But she’s not having an affair.”

“Like we are, Lin?”

“Like anyone, Peter. Hell, it’s hard enough to find time together around Christmas. We should take separate business trips for a week. Maybe Chicago, or L.A. Someplace we could do some work during the day, and each other all night, every night.” Now they kissed again, long and, Kelly saw with a new shock, tenderly, lovingly.

In a few moments, Lindsay stood and gathered her clothes together and looked into the hall, slipping the door shut again. “I’m going to wash up, honey. You get dressed and head downstairs, and I’ll follow in a few minutes.” She headed back to the bed, clothes still bundled in her arms, and kissed Peter for a long time, before pulling back, checking the hall once more and scurrying into the guest bath.

Peter put on his clothes swiftly, and left the room. Kelly cut the feed, and started crying. There was so much she knew now, and had never wanted to know. More questions came to her, and she angrily pushed them back into the recesses of her mind. Silent tears streamed down her face, and some came to the corners of her mouth. She tasted them with the tip of her tongue, and felt her gorge rise, her body wanting to expel everything in the hopes of blanking out what she had just learned. Purge it all, but it would never go away.

She closed her laptop quietly and slipped out of the chair, drawing her jeans up, reclaiming her sweater and bra from the floor, still shaking with reaction. She remembered going to her bathroom to splash water on her face, and nearly blacked out when she got there, holding on but only just.


It took an hour for the shaking to go away, and she had almost puked twice, lying on the cold tile in her bathroom. At last, her body and mind seemed to have overcome her stress, and Kelly made her way downstairs gingerly, seeing the last of her relatives leaving. George and Lindsay had gathered their brood, and both insisted on giving Kelly a heartfelt Yuletide embrace.

After they’d left, Kelly plopped down in a chair, wearier than she could have imagined. Jenny looked at her. “You okay, Kelly?”

“Yeah, just overate. Had to lie down for a little bit. I’m better now, sis.”

Jenny smiled. “Get you anything?”

Kelly managed a wan smile. “Maybe some Gatorade, or something.”

A moment later, Jenny was back with a clear green fluid over ice, and Kelly slurped it down hungrily. Very quickly she started feeling better, at least physically. Making her excuses, she headed back up to her room, and fell into an exhausted, uneasy sleep.


Christmas and Sunday went by in a blur, as Kelly tried to process what she had seen, and how to deal with it. Jenny and Dan were both concerned at her listlessness, and not surprised when she said she thought she had a touch of the flu. She spent most of Sunday in her bed, alternately drowsing and obsessing over her Aunt Lindsay’s affair. Her first thought went to Aunt Amy, Peter’s wife, going through a dry spell, so to speak. Both her aunts were involved in one way or another in the affair, and she wondered idly what Uncle Hal was doing about getting laid, finally grasping that she really didn’t ever want to know.

Monday morning, she helped her parents and Uncle Hal get their luggage into their cars, and hugged all of them a bit more firmly and a bit longer than usual, but nobody commented on it. The last car left down the driveway, and the house was theirs for the rest of the day. Kelly felt better, but still awful emotionally. Who the Hell could she talk to? She grabbed a couple of her gift cards, and asked to use Dan’s Dart.

In town, she went to the diner, and took a seat, ordering a Caesar salad and some coffee. The lack of sleep was dragging on her, but not enough to impair her driving. She just didn’t want to fall asleep in her booth.

“Hey’a!” The voice was familiar, and obscenely cheerful. Charlotte slid into the booth opposite Kelly, and grinned. “Merry after-Christmas, Kelly! You look like hell…” That last sentence was spoken with sympathy, and a touch of concern.

“Yeah. Flu. I’m better now.” Kelly thought she wanted to be alone with her thoughts, but not really after all, and invited Charlotte to have lunch with her. Charlotte had remained in town to attend the junior college downtown. She was happy it was only freezing, and not sub-zero the way it sometimes was in December and January.

“So, other than the flu, how was your Christmas?” Charlotte had ordered a patty melt, and the smell of the cooked meat and grilled onions made Kelly gag slightly.

“It was great. No, it sucked.”

“But you love Christmas… Somebody get you a bad gift? A bad joke gift?”

Kelly needed to talk to someone, and her sometime friend was here and available. She decided to confide in Charlotte, but there was too much chance of someone overhearing in the diner, and word getting back to her sister. Or, she thought grimly, all over town and then to Jen.

After they ate and paid the tab, they went to the local library, and were practically the only ones there. Claiming a small study room, Kelly sat next to Charlotte, and started.

She started without preamble, her voice low and furtive, as if she were the one she had caught on the camera. “They’re having an affair.”

“Your sister?” Charlotte at least looked shocked, which Kelly took as a good sign she was the right one to talk to.

“No, my aunt and my uncle. My aunt and my other uncle. I caught them…going into the spare bedroom. They didn’t see me, and I heard them.”

Charlotte blinked, but showed no other emotion. “Fucking?”

Kelly nodded. “I heard them talking after. They’ve been doing this for a while, and nobody else knows besides them, and me. I think nobody else…” She repeated the conversation she had eavesdropped on, leaving out a few details, pretending she hadn’t heard some parts because of the door, and ended by saying she had ducked into her Uncle Hal’s room when her aunt came out naked and went to the bathroom to wash up.

“Fuck. Too bad you didn’t have it recorded.” At Kelly’s questioning look, she said simply, “They would give you anything not to tell anyone, right?” She must have read something in her face, because she immediately followed up with a weak, “I’m only joking…”

“I’m not blackmailing anyone. Real problem here. I know they’re cheating with each other, and it just makes me sick. I wish I could fix it.” A lone tear escaped from the corner of Kelly’s eye, and the other girl hugged her from the side, eager to comfort her.

“Fuck, Kelly. I’m so sorry. My mom and dad had lots of…friends. They called it an open marriage, but I think they were just scared to say they were bored and cheating on each other. Kelly, I’m so, so sorry,” she repeated.

Kelly sniffed to hold back more tears, threatening to flood out if she lost her composure. “I’m not sure what to do,” she said in a tiny, lost voice.

“You may have to tell someone, or hint at it. If it comes out you knew, the rest of your family might turn on you for knowing and not telling. Like it’s your secret, too.”

“It is.”

“How? You didn’t introduce them, you sure didn’t join them. Did you?” Charlotte’s eager tone was unintentional, but she felt some thrill at the thought of a couple illicitly screwing in the same house their families were having Christmas. “I’m sorry, it’s just…how my mind works. One time I caught my mom with two other guys at the same time. So wrong and so hot. Her bedroom door was halfway open and I saw her doing them both.”

In spite of herself, Kelly blurted out the question. “Both? How?”

Charlotte closed her eyes, her breath quivering from a her memory of mixed astonishment and pure lust. “She was on her back, and one was on top of her, humping her hard and fast. The other guy’s cock, her head was back, off the bed, and he was fucking her mouth. All three of them were enjoying it.”

“What did you do?” Kelly welcomed the respite from her own problems, and wanted to know more about how Charlotte had handled what she saw.

“Joined them.” Kelly goggled for a moment, and Charlotte laughed loudly, a short bark. “Fuck, Kelly, you’re so easy. I mean, easy to fool… Fuck. No, I couldn’t move, watched them like that for a couple of minutes. They didn’t see me. Their eyes were closed, and Mom was so loud. I think she came while I was watching, or was close to cumming. I went downstairs to the basement to hide.

“That’s not all. It looked so fun. You remember Jamie?”

“Yeah. Your boyfriend from a couple of years ago.”

“That’s him. I called him and we went out that night. I fucked him in the back of his van, had to find out what it was like. Fucking incredible, having his dick inside me. We did it twice, and three or four times a week for a year. It was so wonderful, and I couldn’t stop.”

“That’s how I feel.” Then, in a rush, “I left something out, Charlotte. You won’t think less of me when I tell you more, right?” She wanted permission to tell on herself, and get understanding from someone, anyone else.

“You joined them?”

Kelly turned slightly away, embarrassed despite herself. “No, but I didn’t just hear them. I watched. Hidden camera in the guest bedroom. Recorded the whole thing.”

Charlotte laughed again, then leaned forward conspiratorially, a knowing smirk on her face, and chuckled. “You filthy, oversexed little voyeur! You got off on watching them!” The blonde laughed again. “Fuck, you are the last one I ever pegged as a Peeping Thomasina.”

Defensively, Kelly mumbled accusingly, “You watched your mother with two men. Tell me you didn’t watch ever again.”

“A couple of times after that. Once I hid in her closet, and watched her boyfriend come in from behind her. She was on all fours, and I think she came a couple of times before they went outside and fucked on the deck.

“Another time I was upstairs in my room. She and a girlfriend took turns sucking a guy’s cock in the pool. He was sitting with his trunks down, on the edge of the pool, and they were topless. When he came, he shot on their faces and boobs. She had no idea I was home, and I had my pants off, stroking my pussy. So wrong and so fucking hot. Couldn’t help myself.” She leaned in to Kelly, panting now. “Is there more, Kelly?”

She thought about it. “I still have the video. At home. Do you want to see it? Tonight after dinner, maybe?”

Charlotte nodded her slow assent. “I’m so there.”