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  When would they get around to frigid Chicago?

  Glancing back at the smiling faces on the glowing monitor, Jack debated whether it would be quicker to find what he needed online. He’d never tried using the apartment’s computer before – as far as he knew Mark was the primary user, and he usually powered it off when finished. But since it was already on, and sitting right there...

  Seating himself in the slightly unsteady wheeled chair, Jack grabbed the mouse and gave it a few flicks before he found the cursor. He then hunted for the web browser, but there were so many icons littering the desktop, it was difficult to locate much of anything. Finally spotting it buried between photo editing software and a first-person-shooter game, he clicked through to his favorite weather website and frowned at what he found.

  “Snow flurries beginning in the evening, increasing to heavy at times overnight, six to eight inches possible accumulation by morning commute.”

  If there was going to be at least a half a foot of snow on the ground by morning, it might be unwise of him to head out too early – especially since it would take a while for the city to get around to plowing all the side streets. After a little thought, Jack decided there was no real urgency to him leaving exactly in the morning, although he did hope to make it home before the late afternoon rush hour.

  Satisfied with his revised plans, Jack closed the browser and reached up to power off the monitor, which is when his eye fell on an icon immediately adjacent to the glowing power button.

  It read, simply, “B+E dance”.

  His finger hesitated over the power button. Did that “B+E”mean Beth and Ellie... or did Mark have a secret fetish for Bert and Ernie?

  Curiosity finally getting the better of him, Jack dragged the cursor over to the icon and double-clicked, opening a folder containing a single, non-descript video filename.

  Was it a personal video? Downloaded porn? Or just something mundane and boring?

  Although Jack was somewhat troubled by the thought that he might be prying into something private, it wasn’t like Ellie or her friends had been holding out on him so far. Besides, was anything truly private in this place?

  With a decisive grunt, Jack double-clicked on the video file and leaned back, waiting apprehensively for the few seconds it took the player to load.

  As the picture came to life, the camera’s view swung around wildly – a blur of light and color with no distinguishing shapes. Then, it banged against a hard surface and came to rest overlooking a pair of unmade beds.

  Jack instantly recognized this as the inside of Ellie and Beth’s bedroom. Bright light shone through the single window, highlighting all too clearly that the place was an absolute mess: dirty clothes and textbooks scattered haphazardly on the tabletops and dressers, while empty soda cans and food wrappers gathered into literal drifts of trash in the corners. This was a far cry from the neat and tidy bedroom he’d been presented with earlier this week.

  For a few seconds there was no sound or movement, and then loud music began to play – something modern and with a beat, by an artist-du-jour that Jack couldn’t quite pin down, but had definitely heard many times before.

  Someone giggled off-camera, and then Beth trotted into view, followed by Ellie. They were both wearing tiny midriff-baring T-shirts, Ellie in yellow and Beth in red, with matching extra-low-rise cutoff jean shorts. Their shirts barely came below their breasts and left their stomachs completely exposed, while the tiny shorts emphasized the sharp angles of their hipbones and the sexy Vs of their trim abdomens.

  Mom would have had a guaranteed fit if she ever saw Ellie in an outfit like that!

  Beth spoke first. “Hey Mark,” she said in a singsong voice, leaning towards the camera with her hands clasped behind her back, “this one’s just for you... special for your nineteenth birthday!”

  Standing beside each other, the two girls began gyrating their bodies to the pulsing beat of the music, each trying to match the evidently random movements of the other but failing spectacularly. They seemed to acknowledge their total lack of coordination by giggling a lot and pulling goofy facial expressions, all the while wiggling their butts, thrusting their hips towards the camera, and tossing their hair about. The longer they danced, the more they seemed to get into it.

  Watching Ellie and Beth prance about their messy bedroom for a few minutes, Jack smiled and chuckled. They were obviously trying to be sexy and provocative, but their inexperience gave the performance more of a silly and fun atmosphere than risqué or erotic.

  He was considering stopping the evidently harmless video, when Beth moved behind Ellie and thrust her hips forwards, purposefully rubbing her groin against her friend’s shapely ass. Ellie was a good deal taller than Beth, and she bent her knees a little so the redhead didn’t have to stand on her tiptoes to make physical contact. This was the first time the two had touched, and as their bodies continued rubbing against each other with a newly sexual vibe, Jack removed his hand from the mouse and leaned back with renewed interest.

  What was going on here?

  Beth’s arms reached around Ellie’s front, the little redhead running her hands over her friend’s bare stomach and moving steadily upwards towards her large breasts. Without warning, Beth suddenly grabbed the bottom hem of Ellie’s short T-shirt and yanked it upwards, Ellie automatically raising her arms as it came over her head.

  Ellie seemed completely nonplussed by having her shirt removed like this, and continued dancing in a skimpy white bra that did wonders to amplify her cleavage.

  The girls then changed positions, so Ellie could remove Beth’s top... only Beth wasn’t wearing a bra underneath!

  Watching as Ellie shamelessly ran her hands over her best friend’s small breasts, squeezing the perky swells with her fingers and pinching the girl’s bright pink nipples, Jack felt a stirring in his pants – almost simultaneous to his face flushing hot with embarrassment.

  No, he should definitely not be watching this video. Judging by Beth’s behavior yesterday, she might not have minded... but he was absolutely certain that his stepsister would!

  When Ellie spun Beth around and kissed her full on the lips, Jack decided enough was enough and shut down the video, turning off the monitor and shoving the mouse out of the way before his awakened hormones drove him to reconsider.

  Watching that video had definitely not been a good idea... and he hoped he’d be able to forget that it even existed. There was just something so weird about seeing a family member, or someone you’d known platonically for many years, in an unexpected sexual light.

  Standing up from the computer area, Jack wandered into the little kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice from the refrigerator – since there was nothing else stronger in the apartment, at least not that he could find. Sipping slowly on the juice like a barfly nursing a whiskey, he found himself pacing up and down the short hallway, unable to eliminate the mental image of Ellie kissing another girl.

  It was shocking. Unexpected. Hot. Even if she was likely just doing it for the camera.

  Which begged the question... was Ellie a lesbian? Was that why she’d told him not to worry about Mark or other boys? Was that why the handjob had seemed like no big deal to her – because it really did hold no deeper meaning than taking an aspirin?

  Gee... what would mom and dad think?

  Shit. It didn’t matter, did it? Lesbian, bi, straight, or celibate nun, Ellie was family and nothing would affect how much they all loved each other.

  And yet... why was Jack so crushed by the thought that Ellie might not be interested in men?

  Finally deciding to sit on the couch, Jack grabbed the television remote in hope of distracting himself with the always-depressing world news, or some boring documentary on global climate change – anything that wasn’t sexy. He’d heard that the theory that men thought about sex 8,000 times a day had been debunked, but right now he was wondering if it still held some merit after all!

  Flipping rapidly through c
hannels without paying attention to what was showing on each one, Jack abruptly saw a familiar glimpse of Ellie and her girlfriends flash by and, thinking he’d gone mad, reversed direction and came back to the exact same picture. It turns out he’d stepped through the television’s video inputs, and was looking at the computer’s desktop. Mark must’ve hooked it up to the big screen to play games or watch movies.

  Or, perhaps for even more interesting things.

  Regardless, sticking out like a sore thumb in the corner of the screen was that highly tempting “B+E dance” icon... and it was so much larger.

  “Shit,” mumbled Jack aloud. The icon was just sitting there, silently taunting him with its lascivious contents.

  Watch me, Jack. No one will ever find out. You know you want to!

  He did. He shouldn’t... but he did.

  With a deep sigh of frustration at his own weak resolve, Jack stood up, plonked himself down in front of the computer, and grabbed the mouse.

  Fast-forwarding the video to where he’d left off, Jack adjusted the volume and then collapsed back on the couch in front of the big flatscreen. He figured that Ellie and the others wouldn’t be back for another few hours, giving him plenty of time to watch the fifteen-minute video... maybe even a couple of times.

  It couldn’t be all that bad, right? This was just his little sister, after all! She didn’t have that kind of thing in her DNA.

  The video resumed with Ellie kissing a half-naked Beth, her hands sliding down Beth’s back and giving her denim-clad butt a good tweak.

  The sweaty-looking girls pulled apart and resumed their dancing, except now there was far more bodily contact – grinding, grabbing at crotches, jiggling their asses – and, although still rather uncoordinated, they were beginning to look more like the sexy background dancers in a rap video.

  Around the time that the counter ticked past the eight-minute mark, Beth crouched and unbuttoned Ellie’s jean shorts, pulling the zipper down and exposing a pair of plain white cotton panties.

  Ellie continued dancing like that, with the front of her shorts flapping open, for another thirty seconds before Beth suddenly hooked her fingers into the belt loops and yanked the shorts off Ellie’s hips, letting them fall into a crumpled heap on the floor. Ellie promptly kicked them aside to join the piles of other discarded clothing.

  Almost immediately, Beth’s hand came between her friend’s legs and squeezed the smooth mound of her pussy through her panties. The redhead’s tiny fingers pressed into the thin white cotton and made the soft flesh beneath bulge and roll, while Ellie giggled and added graphic hip-thrusting motions to her repertoire of dance moves.

  By now, Jack’s cock was creating a wicked lump in his dress pants. Glancing around the empty apartment, he reasoned that he was alone... so why shouldn’t he enjoy the video in a little more comfort? Cracking his knuckles and slouching lower on the couch, Jack slid a hand inside the waistband of his pants to massage his throbbing cock through the fabric of his boxers.

  As he watched, Jack made conscious effort to only pay attention to what Beth was doing, while ignoring his sister – even though this task proved difficult.

  On-screen, Beth moved into a position with her ass aimed straight towards the camera, with Ellie crouching on the opposite side and running her hands up and down the backs of her girlfriend’s creamy white thighs. Ellie spent a moment unbuttoning Beth’s shorts and then, without any fanfare, yanked them to the floor, uncovering a pair of lacey blue panties that did very little to hide Beth’s physical assets.

  Ellie slid her hands over Beth’s buttocks and worked her finger just under the edges of the blue panties, pulling the lace towards the middle and bunching it in Beth’s ass crack like a thong. Then, she grabbed both plump white cheeks with her hands and jerked them apart, flashing the camera with brief glimpses of intimate pink-tinged skin on either side of the thin blue strip.

  Finally, Ellie stood and the two went back to dancing around the bedroom half-naked.

  Jack’s eyes followed Beth’s cute little ass as it bobbed and jiggled about the bedroom, and began rubbing his aching cock harder. They may not be great dancers... but they definitely had the strip tease part down pat!

  On the video, Ellie and Beth now stood sideways to the camera, facing each other as they waved their arms and shook their bodies. Reaching out, Beth pressed the palm of her right hand to Ellie’s bare stomach, fingers pointing downwards. Turning her head to look directly into the camera, Beth slid her hand lower until her fingertips hit the waistband of Ellie’s white panties... but instead of continuing on top, she worked them beneath the elastic and kept moving in a straight line towards her friend’s pussy.

  “Oh fuck!” exclaimed Jack aloud as Beth’s entire hand disappeared inside his sister’s panties and curled under her crotch.

  Ellie giggled and then moaned in an exaggerated voice, “Oh, Beth, you fucking slut... you’re such a naughty girl!” while Beth’s fingers moved purposefully beneath the thin fabric. Closing her eyes, Ellie grabbed her own ass and squatted slightly, spreading her thighs and pushing her pelvis forwards to give Beth easier access to her crotch.

  Although the camera angle was poor enough that Jack couldn’t see exactly what was happening, it was plainly obvious that his sister was getting felt up by her best friend – and maybe even more than that! Despite his earlier qualms about invading the girls’ privacy, Jack’s entire body shivered as a surge of adrenaline and lust shot like fire through his veins.

  Knowing both girls for much of his life only made it that much hotter!

  Beth looked rather excited herself as she pulled her hand from inside Ellie’s panties. Taking a close look at her fingers, she burst out laughing and punched Ellie playfully on the arm with her other fist.

  “Holy fuck girl... you’re so wet that if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just finished hooking up with Mark! Lookit all this damn cream, girl!”

  “God, Beth... did you know that you’re really nasty?” remarked Ellie good-naturedly as she casually straightened out the front of her disheveled panties.

  “Hey, I’m not the one here who only gets a single wear outta her jeans before they need a wash.”

  “No one’s making you do my laundry.”

  “No... but who says I don’t wanna do it?”

  Looking slyly at the camera, Beth trotted over and held up her hand, rotating it to show both sides.

  “See what you’ve been missing out on, Mark?” she teased.

  The evidence was undeniable: Beth’s middle and ring fingers glistened wetly, coated with thick juices that stretched in gooey strings between the digits. Even more surprising, there was a trickle of thinner, milky wetness slowly making its way down her palm as she waved the hand around.

  Jack was floored by how amazingly wet Beth’s hand was – or, more accurately, how absolutely drenched his sister’s pussy had to have been to create such a mess.

  Although... he’d seen something similar before. Just once.

  “Good god, sis,” he murmured to himself, stroking the throbbing bulge of his cock even faster, “I never thought I’d know another woman who could get as juicy as my Johanna.”

  Just then, a voice came from behind Jack that scared him half to death.

  “I suppose that means I’m in good company?”

  Chapter Twelve

  Yanking his hand from inside his pants and cranking his head to the side, Jack was floored to discover his stepsister standing in the open apartment doorway – wearing an unzipped black winter parka, a ruffled red blouse with a plunging neckline, and tight blue jeans.

  Ellie closed the front door with a jarring bang, and then casually kicked off her wet boots into the corner.

  Jack was so thoroughly shocked by Ellie’s sudden and untimely appearance, that his panicking heart felt like it was trying to pound clear through his ribcage.

  “Holy fuck, Ellie!” he gasped, uncharacteristically swearing out loud. “How long have you been stand
ing there?” He fumbled for the remote control to shut off the television, but realized in horror he’d left it over by the computer.

  Ellie’s expression was blank as she took in his obvious discomfort for several seconds. “Long enough. And don’t bother... leave it on.”

  Jack could barely hear his sister’s words over the sound of blood rushing through his ears. Growing more panicky by the second, he began sweating profusely in the already abnormally hot apartment.

  “Ellie, El, w-w-what are you doing here – you’re supposed to be at that party! You said you wouldn’t be back ’til midnight!”

  Without looking at Jack, Ellie unhurriedly took off her coat and gloves. “I felt bad being away on your last night in the city, especially with the great news you texted me. So, I left the party early, because I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. From the looks of things, seems you might’ve wanted to spend time with me too, huh? Unless, of course, it’s Beth you’re secretly lusting after.”