Fucking with Mum and Dad

To recap, my brother Lee was licking out my bumhole, and I was having just about the biggest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Uncle Bill was videoing us – but then we heard the door downstairs open and my parents had suddenly arrived home an hour early.

Dad was first through the door, followed immediately by Mum. I don’t know who was most shocked. The scene was almost indescribable. I was on my bed still in my school uniform, my younger brother, also in his uniform, but with his trousers and pants off, was on the bed with me. I had my legs open, my bum raised up with a pillow, and my brother was tongue deep anally kissing me! My panties were still on, but only just as Lee had pulled them half off to get his tongue up my bottom. My cunt was spattered with Lee’s sperm, so were my panties, it was all over my face, and it was in my mouth and hair too. To make matters worse, Uncle Bill had had to masturbate on me because he couldn’t control himself, so his spunk was all mixed up with Lee’s all over me. Oh – and Uncle Bill had videoed the whole thing!

But the oddest of things happened. It was one of those moments that seemed to last for ages but probably only actually took a second or two. I waited for the explosion from my parents, but there wasn’t one. It was weird. There was a sort of knowing silence, if that makes any sense, followed by a sort of half smirk and a very brief sentence from my Mum.

“Bill – not again, surely?”

Uncle Bill looked embarrassed. Lee and I didn’t know where to put ourselves. I pulled my panties over my cunt and pulled my school skirt down to cover myself up in front of my parents. Lee moved rapidly away from my bottom and pulled his underpants back on. But there was no hiding what we’d just been caught doing. Dad spoke next:

“Bill, you agreed never to do this again after Richard threatened to shop you to the local newspaper. Why do it again? And with Suzi and Lee too! Tell me why for god’s sake.”

Uncle Bill suddenly looked more relaxed. Pretty clearly he’d had an idea.

“Come on you two – let’s discuss this downstairs over a drink. There’s no harm done. We were only playing about – it’s not as if I raped them or anything is it? I was just doing another of my little videos, and you know they never get sold over here, so nobody will ever recognise Suzi and Lee. And anyway, you two aren’t exactly angels, are you?”

I do remember wondering what he meant by this, which was said with a slight air of menace, but we were told to clean ourselves up while they went downstairs to have a drink. I recall trying to hear what they were talking about, but I couldn’t hear everything they were saying. I heard something about a mortgage and credit cards, and I already knew my parents were deep in debt and having problems paying the bank each month. Then there was something about Uncle Bill ‘helping out’ with the finances (I can still remember the actual phrase he used) in return for the family ‘helping out’ with some videos and photos for his business. It was then I began to realise that Uncle Bill’s smart car and posh lifestyle weren’t being paid for by his ordinary photographic business, but by the specialist videos he was selling for very big money indeed.

Uncle Bill didn’t come back upstairs that night. He went away soon after the chat, just calling goodbye as he went. Lee and I got cleaned up and went downstairs, expecting a lot of trouble, though our plan was to blame Uncle Bill for the whole thing. Mum and Dad were sat in the front room, which was odd in itself. We were told to sit down.

Mum started.

“I don’t quite know how to start this. I know you’re expecting a serious row about what we walked in on earlier, and we were shocked – really really shocked.