Junior Detectives (aka Ruth 3)

Junior detectives (aka Ruth 3)

Mark's kitchenette opened onto the landing that was at the top of the stairs which began on our patio. There was a window in the door and one day when I was tidying up I loosely tied the curtain in its center which provided two small not terribly noticeable triangles of glass uncovered. I really wanted to confirm my strong suspicion that our half-siblings Darcy and Steve were using Mark's room to enjoy sex with one another-- just as my brother Matt and I were.

I had told Matt of my suspicions. He was willing to accept my conclusion without proof, but he was equally willing to come along and accompany me as I played 'Harriet the Spy'. Actually Matt was pretty willing to do anything that involved me and him being alone together. It was a little bit distracting having my brother-lover on a stakeout but we made it work.

Besides, it was tremendous fun to be very very quiet as we kissed and as Matt ran his hands all over my clothed body-- paying particular attention to my breasts and nipples,--as we spent hours watching the driveway from a window in the den. One that I had determined was not visible from the stairs or kitchen should our parents raid the refrigerator during the night.

I wanted to "catch" Darcy and Steve, but had we not it wouldn't have been a fruitless exercise. I adored the way that my slightly older brother made love to my breasts. They aren't tiny-- they can be seen without optical magnification-- but they aren't big either. But to Matt they have always been just right. To feel the sweet touch of his fingers was definitely worth forgoing sleep.

Then one day after everyone went to bed, we got up and set ourselves up to observe from the den, the Cube that belonged to Jill's restaurant was parked in the driveway, and the light was already on in Mark's room over the garage. Stealthily we went out the kitchen door, crossed the patio, and silently climbed the stairs to the landing at the top.

We stood crouching side by side as we looked into the apartment through the two triangles I had created, and we saw them having sex. But they were not on the bed or sofa-- or even the shower which was outside of our field of vision-- as I had expected them to be. Those were the places that Matt and I made love with one another.

Mark's ten speed bicycle that was normally hanging upside down from hooks in the ceiling was leaning against the wall. Two chains hung from those hooks in the middle of the ceiling. At the bottom end of the chains was a wooden clothes rod just slightly longer than the wingspan of an adult woman.

I know how long the repurposed clothes rod was because her arms were fully extended and her hands tightly gripped the chains that supported the rod. It was at her waist level as she bent over it, completely naked, with her legs spread wide apart.

Our father, Jack, was naked and he had his hands on top of her head and under her chin as he was grinding his crotch into her face. His cock had to be in her mouth and down her throat. But as I looked at her getting energetically face-fucked, I realized that I had been wrong about who was using Mark's room. It wasn't Darcy, taking her father's dick, it was Jill taking her ex-husband's.

Then our mother stepped into our field of vision. Like Jack and Jill, Diane was naked... Well, naked except for the harness that she was wearing. The black harness that held a very large purple dildo. The very large purple dildo we watched our mother drip lubricant on. The very large purple dildo we watched our mother slide up and down through Jill's slit.

The very large purple dildo that our mother plunged into Jill's... I'm saying butthole from the angle... Before gripping the wooden rod herself with both hands and using it to steady herself and to provide leverage to powerfully pound Jill's ass with that substantial silicone phallus.

Mesmerized, we watched our mother and father dominate and fuck his ex-wife. The mother of our half-siblings... The ones we had suspected were using Mark's room.

Jill cleaned our mother's dildo with her tongue and our father fucked her... I'm guessing in her pussy from the angle... Then after he came, Jill cleaned his cock with her tongue.

When they took the clothes rod and chains down it was our cue to leave. That way they would never know we had watched them.

We went back inside to our bedrooms and changed into our pajamas. Then my sweet brother Matt laid me down on my bed and gently, skillfully, licked and nibbled on my little folds. He brought me off twice in quick succession before going to his room to sleep.

We had expected to hear the kitchen door open or footsteps on the stairs but we never did.