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 Change in Perspective

   By Happenstance

   Sometimes people do things they themselves never thought they were
capable of.

   For instance, once in a while you will come across stories of people
risking their own lives to save the life of a total stranger or reports of
people taking up alternative lifestyle or experimenting with same sex at
the later stages of their life.

   This unexpected and random behavior not only shocks outsiders but also
forces the principal characters to take a good and hard look at themselves.
Something of this sort happened to me, too.

   During the early years of my life, I never really gave any serious
attention to my appearance or my body; I was more interested in the
creative side of my life.

   In school, I was an eager participant in all kinds of sports, especially
lawn tennis, and without sounding arrogant; I was pretty good in most of
them.  In my teens, I landed a job in the country's biggest radio station,
which was like a dream come true.

   The work there was not only exciting but also very fulfilling, a double
treat that very few people are fortunate enough to enjoy.

   But I was so ambitious that instead of being satisfied with that, I also
took up photography with the same passion and zeal.

   With so much happening in my life, I hardly had any time to flirt, to go
out with boys or even think about them.

   But that does not mean I did not notice boys and men looking at me or
trying to flirt with me, which to be honest did make me feel good about
myself.

   By my late teens I had established myself pretty well in my career, with
both seniors and subordinates seeking my advice and looking up to me for
guidance.

   This in turn gave me some time to notice other things in life.  One was
my younger brother's not so secret affair with a girl.

   When he was 18 or so, he started going out with a girl, who was good
looking in her own way, but since my brother is really handsome -- he used
to be a model -- she did not look that good with him.

   During their affair, they used to write letters to each other -- yes, I
know these days writing letters has gone out of fashion -- and I used to
secretly read them.

   My brother's letters weren't that explicit, which was surprising, but
her's were, very much.

   She used to describe everything in detail: how he kissed her, how he
held her, how her nipples became hard when he touched her breasts, how much
she enjoyed touching his cock and what she felt when he forced her to suck
his balls.

   Initially, I used to get embarrassed but slowly started to enjoy them.

   Of course, he did not know that I was reading their secret letters.

   As I read more and more, and as the details grew more and more explicit,
I too started to feel the urge all over my body.

   By that time, I knew I had a very beautiful face, with big dark eyes and
bright red full lips, complimented by a pretty big pair of breasts and
well-developed thighs clearly revealing the veins running under the smooth
skin.

   Until then I had not paid much attention to my body or the impact it had
on those around me, but after reading the letters I started to pay more and
more attention to boys and in a way discovered my sexuality.

   Slowly, my brothers and cousins too started to notice the changes in me.

   By the time I turned 18, I had not only learnt that my brother loved
feeling, sucking and biting his girlfriend's breasts but also the positions
he enjoyed (her riding him was his favorite).

   After reading the explicit details of their love making sessions, I
started to look at my brother in a different way.

   Sometimes I would give him I-know-what-you-have-been-up-to look,
sometime I would laugh on seeing him and sometimes unintentionally my eyes
would wander off to his big cock hiding under the jeans.

   All this left my brother pretty confused.  During that time I was pretty
close to a cousin of mine who was older than me and pretty experienced in
these matters.

   Initially, I wanted to tell her about my brother's affair but then I
changed my mind and decided that it would be my and only my secret.

   But my cousin did talk about her experiences and she was the one who
told me how things happen, what are the sensitive points and what guys
enjoy the most.

   She told me everything in such a way that sex started to look exciting
and something beautiful.

   It was then I realized that I had a sensual and beautiful body, a gift
that was waiting to be opened, to be explored and to be experienced.

   But fate had something else stored for me.

   Although I was a successful girl who not only had made a name for
herself in the cut-throat world of radio programming and was a photographer
with a keen eye for details, I fell in love with the wrong man and married
him within a week of meeting him.

   On our first night, I was expecting long sensual kisses, tight
passionate hugs and to slowly make love until the early hours of the
morning, but it turned out to be anything but that.

   All he did was take my clothes off, spread my legs and shove his thing
as hard as he could and within seconds he came and rolled off me as I lay
there bleeding.

   To say that I was disgusted is putting it mildly but then I thought
maybe things would improve, maybe with my help he would learn a thing or
two but unfortunately he never tried to learn or improve.

   I patiently tried to teach him, but for him I was just a way for him to
get off, that is all.

   I bought all kinds of lingerie to excite him, I read Kama Sutra and
other books to make him pay attention to my body, to my needs but apart
from couple of kisses all he did was put his thing inside my cunt, give
three or four shoves and then come inside me.

   Within the first few weeks of our marriage I knew that he will never be
able to satisfy me but I had no other option but to keep on trying.

   But then I got pregnant and gave birth to a lovely boy and with that our
love life, or whatever it was, became more and more infrequent and boring.

   Although he was a nice, considerate person, but he never tried to
connect with me on the emotional level and neither did he try to show any
affection toward me, especially in bed.

   After years of trying, of pleading with him, of doing everything
possible to make him connect with me, to understand my needs and desires
and to make love to me instead of fucking me, I was at such an emotional
state that I started contemplating divorce and even suicide but the thought
of my son always stopped me from taking the final step.

   To somehow keep myself sane, I started spending hours and hours chatting
online with my brothers, with cousins and with old friends.

   I knew chatting with them was not going to help me, especially when I
was in no mood to share my misery with any of them, but it was just an
attempt to keep my thoughts occupied.

   During these chat sessions my brothers and couple of my friends did
guess that I was unhappy but since I refused to admit or reveal anything
they decided not to mention it and tried to cheer me up by telling all
kinds of stories and incidents.

   My younger brother, with whom I was always close and whose intimate
letters I had read years ago, took the lead and started telling me funny
stories from his school and college days, and some of them did really crack
me up.

   Then we moved on to more personal stories, after all there is a limit to
school and college talk, and we started discussing his numerous crushes and
flirting.

   Slowly he started to open up, which I think he did just to keep my mind
wandering off to my pathetic life, and we started talking about girls and
boys and his then-girlfriend, who was now his wife.

   One day while chatting I told him I have again started going to gym.

   He said: "You have always had a good body."

   I smiled and thanked him for the compliment.

   We continued talking about other things and couple of days later he said
I was looking very beautiful, which caught me off guard because he had
never complimented on my clothes.

   I replied I am not wearing anything special; it's just a white T-shirt
(although the T-shirt was a bit tight so it did clearly show the roundness
of my big breasts).

   He just nodded his head and said: "Well you are looking lovely in that."

   But I did not attach any other meaning to his remark and continued
talking to him.

   That day later in the night he text messaged me and asked me whether I
could come online and since my husband and son were sleeping I replied yes
and sat down to chat with him.

   As soon as I sat down in front of the webcam he asked me to put on that
T-shirt again.

   Surprised by this request, I asked him: "Why?"

   He said: "Because you look more beautiful in that then in this night
gown."

   Now, I was in no mood to change but he insisted so much that I finally
relented and went back to the bedroom and changed into that T-shirt and
shorts.

   As soon as he saw me, he smiled and thanked me for the effort.

   We started chatting and I asked him why isn't he with his wife instead
of chatting with me, he said: "You are a much better company than her."

   I jokingly replied: "I will tell her that tomorrow."

   We continued talking about this and that and suddenly in the middle of
the conversation he asked me to stand up.

   I again asked him: "Why?"

   He said: "Because I haven't seen you for a while and want to see how
much weight you have gained."

   I wasn't in a mood to obey that request so told him to shut up and keep
chatting, at which he made a face and started talking again but kept on
asking me to stand up but I did not pay him any attention.

   Some days later we were again talking and he asked me how my gym was
going.

   I said: "I am going everyday but my body is still not that toned up."

   He said: "You are much more beautiful than most women, especially
compared to my wife."

   I replied: "She is beautiful."

   He said: "She looks beautiful because she does all sorts of things,
which is why she looks good."

   I asked him what kind of things.

   He said: "You know lots of make-up, all sorts of therapies and
exercises, padding, etc."

   Now, I never thought she padded her bra or that my brother would ever
say that and I should have ended the conversation there and then but was so
intrigued and that I acted shocked and said: "No, she is all natural, I
don't think she pads her bra."

   He said: "She does, she always has."

   I said: "She should be proud of what she has got and you should tell her
that she looks lovely without so much make-up or padding."

   He replied: "Could I say something but don't be angry."

   I said: "Okay, I won't be angry."

   He said: "I like them big, like yours."

   On hearing this I gave a hearty laugh and said: "Everybody is not as
lucky as me."

   He said: "That is true."

   We continued talking about our lives and then the conversation turned to
family and cousins and without thinking I blurted out that our elder cousin
used to give me tips on how things are done, and as soon as he heard this
he got very interested.

   He started asking me tell him everything, all the details and I said:
"Well you know she was very experienced, so she used to talk a lot."

   He said: "Yea, she was one heck of a girl.  She once took off her top
and asked me to touch her."

   Surprised to hear that, I said: "No, she didn't."

   He said: "Yes, she did."

   I said: "What did you do?"

   He laughed and said: "What do you think?"

   His confession had got me interested so I asked him if he had seen
somebody else's in the family.

   He said: "I will not tell you."

   This made me more curious so I started to plead with him.

   Finally, he said: "Okay, I will tell you but only if you stand up and
let me see how toned you are."

   In all honesty I did not want to give him a full view but curiosity got
better off me so I stood up in front of the webcam and let him see my
T-shirt and shorts.

   Not satisfied with that he asked me to turn around, which I did.

   I turned and twisted for couple of minutes and then came back and sat
down while he continued praising how good I was looking and that gym was
working out perfectly for me.

   While he was busy praising my body, I pleaded with him again to tell me
who he saw.

   In reply he just typed a single word.  When I saw the word on the screen
I was rather taken aback because mom always dressed very conservatively and
kept her breasts, which were huge, always well hidden.

   So when he said he saw her's, I was really surprised.  I asked him how
he saw them but he quickly changed the topic and did not tell me, even
though I asked him several times.

   The next night he text messaged me again and within seconds I was
online.

   This time I wanted to keep the chat decent but he was in no decent mood.
He started telling me that some days back he had gone for shopping with his
wife and saw a beautiful low-cut pink halter top and wanted to buy it but
didn't because it wouldn't have looked good on her.

   I asked: "Why it won't look good on her?"

   He said: "Because she doesn't have the figure for it."

   I said: "You should have bought it; maybe it would have looked good on
her."

   He said: "It was a lovely top but I know it won't look good on her."

   So I said: "Okay, if it is so lovely buy it and I will wear it."

   With a very straight face, he replied: "Okay, I will buy it if you will
wear it."

   I said: "I will."

   He then started talking about his wife and that she was too dominating
and that he wasn't really happy with her.

   Although this was the first time he had openly acknowledged it we had
known all along that he wasn't happy with her, even my mum was always
against the marriage and never really liked her.

   He told me that she was always pressuring him to take up a job in her
home town and that she hardly ever contributed in household chores.

   I felt bad to hear and tried to cheer him up.  I told him that we were
finally connecting, that we were more like friends now than siblings and
that both of us had married the wrong person.

   He agreed and asked me why I never share anything with him.

   I said: "My life is more or less like yours.  He (my husband) hardly
ever shows any affection or understands my feelings."

   My brother said: "Doesn't he love you?"

   I said: "Yes he does and he is a nice man but he is not affectionate and
there is no emotional attachment."

   He said: "What do you mean?  Do you guys still do it or not?"

   I replied: "I have never done it; he does it whenever he wants."

   As soon as I said it I regretted it because my brother immediately got
sad.

   But I have been keeping it inside so long that I wanted to tell
everything, I wanted to share it with somebody and his openness had given
me the strength.

   After keeping quite for few minutes, he said: "Has it been that way from
the start?"

   I said: "Right from the first day but now I am used to it, plus I have
tried everything and it hasn't made any difference to him."

   My brother was now very sad and angry, which made me feel sorry, so to
lighten up the mood I said: "Tell me how did you saw moms?"

   He blushed and said: "She was changing her clothes and I accidentally
saw them from the window."

   I said: "Well, accidentally or not, I am sure she made your day," which
brought a smile to his face.

   As it was getting late he said he will talk to me soon and tomorrow he
will go buy that top for me but I have to promise him that I will wear that
top only and nothing else inside it.

   I didn't know whether he was being serious or joking, so I said: "Yea I
promise you I won't wear anything under it."

   The next day he text messaged me that he won't be able to come online as
he was stuck in some work, and since I had stopped chatting with other I
also didn't go online.

   The next afternoon I was helping my son with his homework when a UPS guy
delivered a package that had the most exquisite halter top I had ever worn
- its fabric, the work, the light pink color - everything about it was
simply exquisite.

   I couldn't wait to wear it and quickly took off my T-shirt and wore it
over my bra.  And since it was a very low-cut, it was giving my breasts a
sensual look, especially the way it was exposing my cleavage.

   As soon as I wore it, I called him and thanked him for the beautiful
gift.  He said he is happy because it has made me happy and he would see it
tonight.  I said sure.  I did not take it off until it was time for my
husband to arrive.

   As hours went by I grew more and more impatient for him to come online
and finally at night he text messaged me.C

   I ran to my bedroom and quickly wore that top and a scarf over it to
hide the cleavage.

   As soon as he saw me on the webcam, he said: "What is that?"

   I said: "The top you bought for me."

   He replied: "But what's over it?"

   I said: "A scarf because the top has a very deep neck."

   He said: "I had bought it because it would look good on you and now you
are spoiling it by wearing a scarf over it."

   I said: "Yea, so what do you want me to do?"

   He said: "You promised me that you won't wear anything else."

   Seeing the trouble he had gone through and the face he was making, I
relented, hid from his view, took off the scarf and came back in front of
the webcam in just the top.

   Now his face lit up and a big smile crossed his face.

   I knew that not only my cleavage, of which I have always been proud of,
was clearly visible but also a good part of my breasts but there was
nothing I could do.

   Just as I sat down he asked me to adjust the cam because he wanted to
see the top so I changed its angle and now all he and I were seeing were
half of my breasts fully exposed on the cam.

   I know I shouldn't have agreed to expose my breasts to him like that but
I have been dying for attention for years and his excitement left no room
for any decency or morality.

   I saw him gazing at my breasts and the blue veins running under the soft
skin and I do not know what came over me but suddenly I arched my back,
which made my full, round breasts pop out more from the top.

   On seeing that, he took a very deep breath and said: "I wish my wife was
like you."

   Hearing that I laughed and said: "Why, what would have done if she had
been like me?"

   He smiled and said: "Everything."

   As I was getting more and more into the mood, I asked him what he likes
best about me.

   He said: "Do you mean physically?"

   I said: "Yes."

   He said: "Guess."

   I said: "I do not know, you tell me."

   He slowly moved his eyes to my near-naked breasts on the webcam and
replied: "I like everything about you, especially your eyes and..."

   I said: "And what?"

   He said: "You know..."

   I said: "Yes, I like my eyes too, but I don't think my - you know what -
are that good."

   Hearing that he pretended to be shocked and said: "Are you crazy?  They
are great."

   I said: "What's so great about them?"

   He paused for a second and said: "Everything."

   I replied: "No, be specific."

   He said: "They are big, they are round and you probably have the best
cleavage I have ever seen."

   I acted as if whatever he had just said was very normal and coolly
replied: "Okay."
He shouted back: "No don't say okay, they are great and any guy would be

proud to be near them."

   I replied: "My husband isn't proud of them and I don't think you are."

   He said: "Your husband is stupid but I am really proud of them, believe
me."

   I said: "Thank you.  By the way I am proud of what you have."

   That confused him and he said, "What do you mean?"

   I said: "I read the letters you and your then-girlfriend wrote to each
other and let me just say that big size runs in our family."

   Hearing that, he froze for a minute or so and then burst out laughing.

   He said: "Did you read everything?"

   I said: "Yes, each and every detail."

   He said: "I shouldn't have read them, that they were personal and too
intimate and all that."

   I started to laugh and thought to myself that here I am sitting with my
breasts exposed to my own brother and he is complaining about his intimate
letters.

   But he was getting angry, so I stopped laughing and instead apologized
for reading them, but he wasn't interested, so I apologized again but he
was having none of it, and it went on for couple of minutes.

   After much pleading, he calmed down a bit and said as a punishment I
would have to wear the same clothes I was wearing right now from morning
until night on this Friday.

   I said: "Why, are you coming this Friday?"

   He shot back: "Don't ask questions, just do what I am telling you and no
I am not coming."

   I knew my husband won't be home on Friday but my son will be and I
wasn't comfortable in walking around the house in front of him with my
breasts exposed and what if some relative or somebody dropped in?

   But he was adamant that I needed to be punished for my indiscretion so
after arguing with him for around 10 minutes I relented and agreed to his
demand.

   Satisfied that he had got his way, he asked me to arch my back again and
as I had no energy left to fight with him again I arched my back, pushing
and exposing my breasts more in the process and allowed his eyes to feast
on them.

   Convinced that he has had a good look at them, he asked me too stand up
and then he saw me from up and down, starting from face, down to my neck,
shoulder, my cleavage, my stomach and then my thighs and legs.

   I knew just like other men he would now go and masturbate, maybe he
would think about me or maybe not, but just to make it easy for him I
turned around and allowed him to have a good look at my bum, too.

   After making sure that he had seen whatever he wanted to see, I said
goodbye to him and went to change my clothes and went back to bed.

   On Friday morning the first thought that came into my mind when I woke
up was that I had to wear the clothes he had asked me, and to be honest,
the thought made me nervous not only because my son was at home but also
the possibility of somebody dropping in and seeing me dressed like that.

   After making breakfast for my husband and seeing him to office, I went
back to bed and lay there for 20 minutes thinking nothing else but whether
I should obey my brother's order or not.

   When even 20 minutes of racking my brain didn't work, I went to take a
shower and as soon as I came out of the shower I took out the same skirt,
the same top and wore them, and although I wanted to wear that scarf over
my top but then that would mean disobeying him and cheating him so decided
to dump the scarf and went out of my room with my big, round, near-naked
breasts.

   When my son came out of his room, it took him a good few minutes to take
in the sight of his own mom standing in front of him in clothes that fully
exposed her curvaceous body.

   Slowly he came near me and said: "Mom, what are you wearing?"

   I winked at him and said: "Nothing."

   He didn't even blink at my answer and continued to stare at my
well-rounded breasts.

   In an effort to distract him and also to hide my nervousness, I started
preparing his breakfast but nothing seemed to help, it was as if his eyes
were fixated on my body.

   Even during the breakfast, he was more interested in my cleavage, the
roundness of my breasts and the nipples struggling to hide under my blue
bra than in his breakfast.

   I knew I had to do something, so as soon as he finished his breakfast, I
made him sit on the couch while I stood in front of him, took his head in
my hands and said in a calm voice that, "It is okay to look at a woman
because women don't mind it when somebody looks at them but don't stare at
them because they don't like that".

   On hearing this he lowered his eyes in shame and started to look at the
floor, so gently I moved my hands to his face and brought his head up and
said, "Women don't mind when somebody looks at them so don't lower your
eyes and look up".

   He slowly brought his eyes up and started to look at me.

   As he was sitting on the couch and I had bended my body forward to put
my hands on his shoulders, with my breasts inches away from his face, I
knew I was providing him an excellent view of my breasts, with just my
nipples hiding from his gaze.

   After letting him have a good look, I went back to household chores and
he too accepted the near-nakedness of my body.

   By late afternoon, I was not only feeling more comfortable but was also
little aroused by my new look and my son, apart from stealing glances at my
thighs and breasts, had finally stopped staring at me.

   Both of us were sitting in the living room and were watching TV when
suddenly the door bell rang and from the voices I heard when my son went to
open the door I knew that the unannounced guests were my parents.

   As soon as I realized that, I ran to get my scarf but halfway changed my
mind and decided to face them with my chest out, literally.

   The second my mom saw me standing in the middle of the living room
unashamedly revealing the soft and smooth skin of my thighs in a skirt that
was exposing more than hiding and a top that was not only clearly
displaying the two pair of well-developed breasts but also the shape of my
nipples, whose erect state made the situation only worse, she just froze
and stared at me in disbelief.

   Dad, on the other hand, didn't even give me a second glance and got busy
with the TV.

   Meanwhile, my son tried his best to get granny's attention, but her mind
was still busy in trying to digest near-nakedness of my body.

   Finally, she gathered the strength and asked me why I was dressed like
that, but instead of answering her I just went to the couch and curled up
next to dad.

   I knew she wanted to raise the issue again but my son's pestering kept
her so busy that she didn't get the chance and was forced to move on to
other subjects.

   She told me that my brother had called them and had asked them to visit
me today because I wasn't feeling well.

   On hearing this I somehow managed to keep a serious face but my mind was
working overtime to try and understand why he would ask them to see me on a
day he knew I would be dressed very inappropriately.  Was to check on me or
was there some other motive?

   And suddenly it dawned on me that he wanted to test me on how I would
behave in front of my own dad and mom.

   The minute I realized that, I knew I had to be up to the task.

   Although it wasn't easy and required a lot of tact and subtlety, but I
got down to working my charm on my dad, while at the same time not letting
mom guess my intention.

   I took advantage of each and every opportunity to show as much skin as
possible to them, especially to my dad.

   I went and sat right in front of dad with my tiny skirt riding up all
the way to the panty line.

   At first he tried to avoid looking at the near-nakedness of his daughter
but the display started to become more and more risqué and slowly he
crumbled.

   The sight of him sitting a foot away and looking at my exposed thighs
and bums sent a shot of adrenaline running through my whole body and I
decided to take it a step further.

   I found all kinds of excuses, such as pouring coffee in his cup or
bending down to pick something up from the carpet, to provide him a clear
and close look at my cleavage, the roundness of my breasts, the blue veins
disappearing into the top and the nipples struggling to hide under the
sheer fabric.

   To make sure that he got a good look at all my assets in all their
glory, I did everything slowly and very sensually.

   While pouring coffee into his cup, my nearly-naked breasts were inches
away from his face and while I slowly filled his cup with coffee and milk
his eyes feasted on my ripe cups.

   And although both of them kept talking as naturally as possible, within
two hours they had seen more of my body then they could have ever imagined
and I knew that as soon as dad got home he would either make my mom very
happy or his hands tired.

   They left before my husband came back from office and I changed my
clothes to more appropriate ones.

   After changing my clothes, I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes and
felt really happy that I had not only done what my brother had asked me to
do but had also taken up the test he had unexpectedly thrown at me.

   I saw him in a different light but more importantly I saw myself in a
very different light.

   Late in the night he came online and I was waiting for him sitting there
wearing the top and the skirt.  He looked at my face and my smile told him
everything.

   The first question he asked me was how did dad take it?

   I calmly replied he would have made mom very happy tonight.

   Without showing any reaction, he asked me what did dad like best.

   I said the same thing you like.

   He replied: "The old bastard already enjoys mom's big pair and now he
wants yours, too."

   I laughed and said: "Well, having one more pair to enjoy won't hurt
him."

   My brother nodded and said how the day started.

   I said I was very nervous in the morning and when R (my son) saw me
dressed like that it made me more nervous.

   "What did your son say?"

   "He said nothing but he was shocked to see me like that but later he was
okay."

   "Are you still wearing that top?"

   "Yes."

   "Did your husband see you in that?"

   "No, I changed into other clothes before he came home."

   "Okay.  Stand up, let me see."

   So, I just stood there in front of him, with my big breasts on display,
my stomach completely exposed and the skirt revealing my naked thighs.

   I stood there like that for couple of minutes, while he feasted on my
body with his eyes.

   He continued the conversation and said: "How did mom react?"

   I said she wasn't happy.

   He said: "Yea, she now knows she has competition."

   I don't know whether he meant he was the prize or dad.

   He said: "I want you to do something."

   I said: "What?"

   "Go and bring a glassful of water."

   I said: "Why?"

   He said: "Just bring it."

   So I got up and brought a glass of water.

   He said: "Now take the glass and pour the water on the front of your
top."

   I replied: "What?"

   "Yes, do it."

   To be honest, I found the idea odd, but I did what he had asked me to do
and poured the water right from below the neck, where my cleavage started,
and as soon as I finished, the whole front part of the top became wet,
which gave my body a sensual and a very erotic look and exposed the prefect
shape of my breasts.

   He said: "Now put your hands on your hips and arch your back and remain
like that for some minutes."

   I did as ordered.  Then he told me to push the top back so that both of
my shoulders were clearly exposed and to put both of my hands on my hips.

   Without saying a word or feeling even a little bit ashamed, I obeyed him
and stood there in front him with my shoulders, neck, breasts, nipples and
stomach for him to enjoy.

   He fixed his eyes on my wet and highly aroused body and I saw his right
hand move up and down and understood what he was doing but did not say
anything and silently watched the movement of his hand.

   After satisfying himself, he went to bed and I went to change and clean
up the water from the floor.

   The next morning after my husband and son had left for office and
school, respectively; I went into the room and took out an old black
T-shirt and a green mini sarong that I had last worn on a beach years ago.

   Then I took out a scissor and within minutes gave that T-shirt a deep
plunging neckline.

   After taking a shower I came out wearing a dark red bra, that black
T-shirt, whose neckline was now so deep that not only a good amount of my
breasts was clearly visible but even my stomach, and the mini sarong, which
was hiding just my bottoms and the panty line.

   I had a good look at myself in the mirror and then went and lay down on
the carpet in the living room.

   Later in the afternoon my son came back from school and froze when he
saw me dressed like that and came back to reality only when I told him that
lunch was ready.

   He sheepishly lowered his gaze and went to kitchen to have his food.

   While he was busy with his lunch I thought why not take some photos and
show them to my brother when he comes online.

   So, I took out the camera and started clicking my son, which was just a
ruse to get him interested in taking my photos.

   After snapping him from five or six different angles, I finally
convinced him to take mine.

   I wanted the photos to make my brother feel 'good', so I sat down on the
couch in a very prim and proper way, only the breasts were clearly exposed
due to the plunging neckline.

   For the next shot, I went and lay down on the carpet on my stomach and
placed both palms under my chin, giving not only a good view of my cleavage
but also of my bum and my legs.

   For the third photograph, I decided to lay down on the carpet in a
reclining position, with my palms outstretched behind me, and as the sarong
was revealing my left leg right up to my panty line, I brought the leg up a
little to completely expose my thigh and my left bum.

   When my son saw me posing like that, with my chest out and my thigh and
bum stretched out naked on the carpet, he just stood there confuseduntil I
told him to stop wasting time.

   After making sure that half of my breasts and all of my left thigh and
bum were clearly and beautifully captured by my son, I asked him to take a
close-up of me, with just my face and breasts in the frame.

   During one the web chats, my brother had enjoyed the sight of my bare
shoulders, so for the last shot, I went to my room, took off my T-shirt and
the sarong and came out to the living room with just a towel around my
body.

   I went and lay down on my side on the couch and asked him to take a
photograph of me in that pose, and since by know he was pretty comfortable
with my nudity, he did not look shocked when he saw that I was lying on the
couch with my neck, shoulders, arms, thighs all bare naked or that my towel
was struggling to hide my nipples, my cunt and my bum.

   Just to make sure that this one to came right, he took two or three
photos of me in that pose.

   Once satisfied with the result, I said: "let's take one of us together",
so he came and lay down behind me on the couch, placing his face on my
cheek and his eyes barely inches away from my breasts, and I took his left
hand and placed it on my breasts, with his palm touching my naked cleavage,
and his legs rubbing against my bare thighs and his groin pushing against
the towel covering my bum.

   I wanted us to remain in that position for ever but it was getting late
so we wrapped up the photo session and got back to the chores.

   I was looking forward to showing my brother all the photos, apart from
the one where I was with my son, but later he text messaged me to tell me
that tonight he will not be able to come online as he had some work.

   I felt sad and angry at him but there was nothing I could do about it.
The next afternoon I was feeling lonely and missing my brother but he was
busy in office so called up my parents to talk to them.

   It was dad who picked up the phone and we started talking about family
stuff when without even thinking I blurted out that I was missing him and
mom.

   He replied that they miss me too adding that he will to see me in my
house within half an hour.

   Stupidly, I asked him whether mom will come too.  He said: "No, I will
come alone."

   I don't know what had come over me; maybe it was loneliness or
horniness, but as soon as I heard that dad was coming and that too alone I
felt a strange excitement and anticipation and also the realization that I
didn't have much time to prepare myself for him.

   I quickly took off all my clothes, took a shower, decided to wear that
black T-shirt I had worn yesterday and the sarong and just like yesterday
wore the T-shirt without bra.

   After make-up, perfume and several visits to the mirror, I sat down and
waited for dad to come and see his daughter in her full glory.

   Finally, I saw him approaching the door and as soon as I saw that he was
alone, I rushed across the living room to open the door.

   Just before opening the door, I took a very deep breath, opened it and
invited him inside the house as calmly as I could.

   He walked in ahead of me, sat down and asked me to bring a glass of
water.  While he was drinking the water, I sat down opposite him, with my
breasts, thighs and bum on full display.

   We were talking about the usual family stuff when suddenly he said: "You
are looking beautiful."

   Acting surprised, I said: "Really?"

   He said: "Yes.  Although I am not sure your mom will approve of this new
look."

   In an effort to draw his attention, I lowered my eyes to my fully
exposed cleavage and said: "I guess she didn't like the clothes I was
wearing that day either."

   Taking my cue, he moved his eyes towards my breasts and my nipples,
whose shape was clearly visible under the T-shirt, and nodded his head in
agreement.

   Embolden by his effort to have a good look at my body, I said: "Did you
like them?" He looked up from my cleavage and said: "Yes, of course."

   I knew it was time to take it to the next step so I gave him a warm
smile, got up from my seat, went near him and curled up next to him.

   He placed his arms around my back, resting his hand on my naked thigh
and I placed my head on his shoulder, providing him a good view of my
breasts.

   He started talking about his job and other stuff, but I turned the
conversation back to 'important' stuff.

   I asked him why mom always dresses so prudishly.

   "Does she always have to appear a grandmother?"

   He laughed and said: "Well, you know your mother; she is shy and very
conscious of herself, so she tries to hide herself in those clothes."

   I said: "But she is a beautiful woman and should feel confident in any
clothes."

   My dad nodded his head and added: "I have told her that many times but
she does not listen."

   I knew he was having a good look at my breasts but I wanted to watch him
looking at me so I moved my head from his shoulder and lay it down on his
lap, a move that provided me an opportunity to enjoy the sight of my own
father admiring the nearly naked breasts of his daughter.

   But that was not all.  As I was shifting my head from his shoulder to
his lap, he moved his hand in a very subtle manner from my thighs to the
inner part of thighs bringing his fingers very close to my pubic hair.

   And although both of us noticed his action and even understood its
meaning, but both of us acted as it never happened, as if we were still
playing the innocent game.

   I said: "Do you find anything similar between mom and me."

   He replied: "Yes, you both are strong women."

   I said: "What else."

   He replied: "Your straight nose is like hers."

   "And?"

   He did not answer and started thinking.

   I was dying in anticipation and hoping that he would at least allude to
my big breasts, which were now heaving heavily centimeters away from his
lips, or to my naked thighs, which he was lightly stroking.

   But he did not say anything.

   I changed tack and asked him if he thought I was a beautiful woman.

   Even before I could finish my question, he said: "Of course, you are
beautiful."

   I said: "Are you just it to please me or are you being honest."

   He replied: "You are beautiful in every way."

   I lifted my head, gave him a kiss on his cheek, and said: "I think you
are a handsome man."

   He smiled back and said: "Thank you."

   I said: "You are always welcome.  By the way, mom would get a fit if she
saw me in this state in these clothes."

   He gave a hearty laugh, moved his hand an inch closer, which meant that
his thumb was definitely touching my pubic hair, and said: "I never
imagined you wearing these clothes."

   I moved my bum a little so that his fingers could touch my pubic hair
and replied: "I also never thought that I would, but then people do things
they never thought they would."

   "Yes, they do.  By the way, where did you buy this T-shirt from?"

   I looked down at my T-shirt, saw that apart from the nipples my whole
breasts were on display, a sight I would never forget, and replied that it
is an old T-shirt that I have altered a bit.

   He let out a loud laugh and said: "You did a pretty good job."

   I smiled and said: "Do you like it."

   He looked at my erect nipples and said: "I definitely do."

   I turned my face and shifted my head on his jeans and felt his hard cock
under my cheek.

   He brought his other hand to my face and lightly pressed my cheek over
his cock.

   I closed my eyes tightly because I wanted the memory of this to remain
with me for ever and ever.

   I held him tightly by his waist and felt his big arm moving under my
T-shirt from my stomach to my breasts, which he cupped tightly.

   Without opening my eyes, I turned my face and breasts towards him.

   He lifted both my legs, forcing the sarong to open widely, revealing my
vagina completely and in the same motion and very deftly he lifted my
T-shirt over my big breasts, and fully exposing them and the nipples.

   I was now in pain and was aching for his kisses and his touch, but when
what seemed like an eternity he did not move I opened my eyes and saw him
looking at his own daughter lying naked on his lap with one of her hands
touching her vagina in ecstasy.

   When he saw my eyes he knew that I was pleading with him, my own dad, to
fuck my brains out there and then.

   He slowly lifted my naked body and took me to the bedroom, where he laid
me down on the bed and slowly took off my T-shirt.

   He went to the end of the bed, parted my legs as widely as he could,
took off all his clothes and stood there naked admiring his own daughter
begging for his cock.

   He slowly came to the bed and started kissing and licking my toes and
feet, sending a sensation so strong that it forced me to arch my whole
back.

   He used his tongue and mouth on my toes and legs in such a way that my
whole body was now shaking and beads of sweat was forming on my forehead.

   Slowly he brought his tongue from my toes to my legs, to the behind of
my knees and then to my weakest spot, my thighs.

   By now the pain was unbearable and I dug my fingers into his hair to
make him stop but he remained unfazed and cupped both of my breasts with
his hands and brought his tongue just next to my vagina, which was already
soaking wet.

   While his fingers were working their magic on my nipples and my breasts
and my fingers were deep into the skin of his back, his tongue tasted the
wetness of my vagina on my inner thighs, on my pubic hair and then it was
deep inside me.

   During all the years of my marriage, my husband had only used my vagina
to get the load off his cock, and now a tongue was doing what his cock had
never done but what made it really special was that it was my own dad's
tongue.

   Dad was showing me the true meaning of making love and he was proving to
be the best possible teacher.  He was doing it patiently and in the most
sensuous manner.

   The magic of his tongue inside my dripping wet vagina made me cum not
once but twice and that was just the start.

   He kissed each and every part of my body, he touched my whole body in
the most beautiful manner, he bit me wherever I wanted him to, he caressed
me as long as I wanted him to and he did it all with love, affection and
most of all with pride.

   While I was a little apprehensive about my own dad putting his cock
inside my vagina, he handled it like a lover should: without any shame or
guilt.

   The sensation, the feeling of taking my own dad's cock deep into my
vagina cannot be described; it has to be experienced to be really
appreciated.  During the whole love making session neither of us had said
even a word, if you discount my moaning, but finally dad spoke and asked me
whether he should come outside.

   I nodded my head in negative and he came inside his own daughter's
vagina.

   And instead of rolling off, dad not only continued to kiss me after
cumming but also allowed his cock to remain inside my cunt, another first
for me.  After making sure that I was fully content, he lay down next to me
and we enjoyed our cigarettes in complete silence.

   After finishing his cigarette, he got up and after putting his clothes
back on he took another good look at my naked body and kissed me on my lips
when I whispered: "Thank you, dad."

   That night I text messaged my brother that I was very tired so I will
not be able to come online.

   As expected I spent the whole night thinking about dad and our session.

   The next day neither dad nor I called each other because both of us knew
that we did not need any affirmation or assurance.

   I kept myself busy the whole day in household chores and grocery
shopping and the next day was a Sunday so was spent on pampering my
husband.

   Monday would have turned into another boring day but my son saved it.

   I was in the kitchen making coffee when suddenly he came from behind and
gave me a tight hug, putting his arms around my stomach.

   Initially, I was puzzled because he hardly ever hugs me but then
dismissed it as a spur of the moment act and got back to my coffee.

   Later I was ironing his clothes when he again came from behind but this
time instead of putting his hands on my stomach, he placed them firmly over
my shirt over my breasts and gave me a tight hug.

   This action came as a surprise and it took me some to get out of the
situation, which meant that he got enough time to feel my breasts.

   But he did not stop there.

   In the night, I was watching TV in the living room, my husband was
sleeping, when my son came into the room and sat close to me on the carpet.

   For the first five minutes or so, he just sat there next to me watching
TV, but then he started to untie the top string of my nightgown; I did not
pay much attention to it because I thought it was the top string so he will
not be able to see a lot anyway.

   After opening the top string and flicking it open with his fingers, he
put his head on my left breast and started untying the second string and
instead of stopping him I told myself that he is just playing with the
string and nothing else.

   With the second string untied he proceeded to do the same with last
string and opened it without any resistance from my side.

   Sensing no reaction from my side, he calmly flicked open a good part of
my gown, clearly exposing my cleavage and even the bra.

   At this point I wanted to stop him but then remembered that I had once
told him there was nothing wrong in looking so now I cannot stop him from
looking.

   Without even looking at me, he put his hand inside my gown and started
playing with my bra, with the back of his thumb rubbing against the skin of
my breast and as calmly as he had put his hand inside my gown, he now
placed it over the bra, fully cupping my breast.

   A part of me wanted to rein him in but I said nothing.

   For the next 15 to 20 minutes he kept his face on my right breast, while
running his hand over my left bra, including the nipple and the cleavage.

   Not satisfied with cupping my breast for nearly 20 minutes he asked me
stay with him until he goes to sleep, so I accompanied him to his room and
to his bed, where he again placed his face on my breast and since the
strings were already open he had no trouble in cupping my other one.

   We stayed like this for more than 30 minutes and by the end of it he had
opened the gown so much that my whole bra was outside the gown and his
hands were having a free rein over the white bra, the nipples and the
breasts.

   Finally he dozed off and I crept back to my husband's side and tied back
the loose ends.

   The next morning I called dad and asked him if he could come with me to
a shopping mall, he said yes so we went to the mall where I told him that I
needed his help buying some clothes, a job he happily accepted.

   We went to a couple of stores and through dozens of panties, bras and
dresses and as soon as he found something interesting I would go near him
and whisper "daddy wants to see his daughter in that?"

   A question he found very arousing.

   After hours of shopping he selected two thongs, a transparent orange
blouse, and a cupless lace bra with matching g-string and garter belt and a
low-cut blouse.

   His only request was that he wanted to see me wear them as soon as we
reached home but since it was time for my son to come back from school I
promised him that I would wear them for him tomorrow.

   Usually when my son comes back from school he makes a mess of the house
so today I told him that if he behaved himself I would treat him to
something, an incentive that worked.

   All late afternoon he stayed under control and most importantly kept his
room clean so I called him to my room and told him that I have bought some
dresses and would like to see if he likes them or not.

   I made him sit on the bed and slowly took off my jeans, an act that sent
a thrill across my whole body, revealing my beautiful thighs and a black
thong.

   I stood up straight and gave him to time to have a good look at my legs,
my thighs and the black thong that I had bought just some hours ago with my
dad.

   Then I unbuttoned my shirt and stood there in nothing but the thong and
the transparent orange blouse, under which my whole body, including my
breasts, my nipples and my stomach, were clearly visible.

   The sight of watching his mother standing right in front of him in
nothing but a transparent blouse and a thong was driving him nuts so he
took a deep breath, cleared his throat and was about to say something when
I turned around and started walking towards a chair, while making sure that
he was getting a good look at my bums.

   I sat down on the chair in front of the mirror and asked him whether I
was looking good.

   He looked at my nipples and breasts in the mirror and somehow managed to
say yes.

   I looked at his flushed face in the mirror, smiled and slowly moved my
hands under my breasts and pushed them a little up, making my nipples more
prominent.  I could see that his eyes were fixed on my nipples so without
looking at him I said come here and give mommy a kiss.

   He hesitated a little and placed his chin on my shoulder, rubbing his
cheek with mine, and I took his hands in my hands and placed them on my
blouse over my breasts and we stayed like that watching each other in the
mirror.

   Before dressing up for him, I had spent more than half an hour over
whether to wear the transparent blouse in front of him or not and now I was
struggling whether to take it further or not.

   Unable to decide, I moved my hands away from his hands, letting him play
with my breasts and watch the naked body of his own mom.

   I remained dressed like that until the evening and he felt me, touched
me as much as he could.

   At night I went online and so soon as my brother saw me online he asked
me to open the webcam, which I did, then he asked me why I was wearing the
scarf.

   I replied: "Because I am wearing something I don't want you to see."

   He stared at me and said, "Why not?"

   I replied: "Because I am angry at you for not talking to me for so many
days."

   He said: "Don't be angry.  By the way I loved the photos you had emailed
me couple of days ago."

   The mention of those photographs brought a smile to my face and I asked
him which one did he like most.

   He said: "All are simply fantastic but the one where you are wearing
only the towel is the best one."

   I said: "I knew you would like that."

   He said: "Who took the photos."

   I lied and told him my husband.  The thought of my husband clicking
those erotic photos for the pleasure of my brother cracked both of us.

   We discussed the photos in all their details and how beautiful I was
looking in the T-shirt and the sarong and how desperate he was to see
everything.

   I asked him whether he had put the photos to good use and although it
took him time to understand the question he replied "you wouldn't believe
it how many times I have used them everyday".

   He said he and his wife plan to stay with us this weekend and that would
give us ample time to 'talk'.

   I knew what he meant by 'talk' and the thought of us doing something
with my husband and his wife present in the house was too exciting so I
forced him to promise me that he would stay with us this weekend.

   I stayed online for couple of more minutes and gave him time to
masturbate while looking at my naked body under the transparent blouse.

   The next morning was the turn of dad, who came to my house to see me in
the lingerie he had helped to select in that shopping mall.

   I took him to my bedroom and he sat down on the bed while I changed my
clothes right in front of him, first into the cupless bra and g-string and
then into the thongs.

   By the time I reached the a transparent blouse he had already taken his
cock out of his jeans and was stroking it, while watching his own daughter
take off her clothes and expose her body to her own dad in garter belts and
thongs.

   After looking at me in various outfits, he asked me to wear the
transparent orange blouse and no panty and gestured me to go down on my
knees and suck his cock, while he played with my exposed breasts.

   I did as directed by him and sucked not only his cock and balls but also
licked his hole, even the inside of it, which drove him completely crazy.

   Then he placed his hands on my shoulders, took me to the bed and started
to make love to my hungry body.

   We made love twice and each new session was turning out to be better
than the previous one.

   After the second session, we were having our post-coitel cigarettes when
I asked him whether mom was better in bed or I.

   He thought about it for few minutes and replied it was difficult to
decide because both of you are similar in so many ways.

   I nodded my head in agreement, looked at him and said: "Yes, she also
has big breasts, which I know you love."

   He smiled: "Yes, she is lucky in that department."

   I said: "You are luckier because now you have two pair of big ones to
play with."

   I asked him: "Were you mom's first lover?"

   He said: "Yes."

   "So, how was the first night?"

   He said it was okay because it wasn't my first time so I knew what to
do.

   "Did she enjoy it?"

   He said: "Not much because she was too tight there and it was a little
painful for her."

   The thought of dad pushing his cock inside the tight cunt of my own mom
was very arousing and even dad felt that I was enjoying the details.

   Until now I had avoided calling him dad during our love making but
decided that it was time so turned my face towards him, looked him into the
eye and said, "Dad, I want to be a better lover than mom so would you
please teach me?"

   He brought his face near me, gave me a passionate kiss and replied: "I
will teach anything my little girl wants."

   We stayed in the bed naked until it was time for my son to arrive, and
we talked about everything, from whether he was still having sex with mom
(yes he was) to whether he fancied my brother's wives (no, but he wont
mind) to whether he had previously thought of me in a sexual way (he has
been thinking and taking notice of my body since my teen years).

   We talked, discussed everything openly, without any shame and formed a
bond that only a father and daughter can.

   In late afternoon my son came back from school but had couple of friends
with him so did not get a chance to play with me but after dinner he
dragged me to his room and played with my body to his heart's content.

   He sneaked his hand inside my night gown and under my bra and rubbed and
touched my breasts with his fingers, he especially loved pinching my
nipples, he ran his hands over my stomach, my thighs, my legs and even my
bum but when he tried to put his finger inside my panty, I stopped him and
said not now, later.

   That confused him a little but since he had the rest of my body to do
whatever he wanted, he understood that the journey to my vagina could wait.

   I lay there next to him on the bed for over an hour and by the time he
was finished with me, my gown was lying on the floor and my bra was on the
other side of the bed, with only the panty hiding whatever shame I had
left.

   I was so enjoying his touch, his curiosity, his innocent looks that I
did not even go online to take care of my brother's needs.

   Next morning my dad called and said mom had gone out with her friends so
if I wanted I could come to his house.

   The desire to make love to my own dad on my mom's bed was too strong so
after saying yes I quickly changed into the thong he had selected, wore my
jeans over it and the green blouse but no bra and within minutes was over
at his house.

   He was waiting for me and started kissing me passionately even before I
could enter the door and had undressed before we could make it to mom's
room.

   I had seen mom's bed hundreds of times but lying there naked on it with
dad sucking my nipples was something truly special.

   He made love to me like he always does: slowly and passionately.  But
this time everything felt more pleasurable and arousing simply because he
was fucking me, his own daughter, on the same bed, on the same sheet he had
fucked my mom so many times.

   When I told him that getting fucked by him on mom's bed was very
arousing, he said it was exciting for him, too.

   I did not stay there for long because mom was expected back soon but
before I left I made my dad promise me that he would fuck my mom tonight on
the same sheet he was now fucking her own daughter.

   And dad being dad, he kept his promise though apparently it wasn't as
fun or exciting as fucking her daughter.

   The next day was a Friday and my brother and his wife were expected in
the evening so I got busy in cleaning the house and preparing for their
arrival, but that does not mean it stopped my son from playing with me
because by now he was so emboldened that he started to touch me, kiss me at
every opportunity, and whether dad was home or not didn't seem to faze him.

   His favorite tactic was to corner me and after making sure that I had
nowhere to escape he would forcefully put his hand under my bra, pinching
my nipples real hard, which I loved, or he would put his hand under my
skirt and get a good feel of my bums, while I would just stand there
helplessly whispering to him that dad was there.

   At night, it was a different story because then I had total control over
him and instead of rushing things I would gently guide him to my body and
to the places that were special, just like my dad was doing with me.

   The next evening my brother and his wife arrived and although my brother
was especially happy to see me in flesh we both managed to control
ourselves, even though both of us were dying to tear each other's clothes.

   After dinner we all gathered around in the living room and talked about
politics, jobs, etc, and since my brother and his wife were there my son
knew I won't be coming to his room at night.

   The next morning I woke up early, prepared the breakfast for everyone,
took a shower, wore a blue thong, the halter top without bra and the mini
sarong, which was completely revealing my whole left thigh and also a good
part of my bum.

   When my husband saw me dressed like that his eyes nearly popped out and
he started telling me that I cannot go out naked in front of all those
people, but I was in no mood to listen to him.

   The first one to walk into the kitchen was my son and even though I was
dressed so seductively he did not react at all and kept his distance from
me, which turned out to be a very lucky move, because right behind him was
my husband, who stormed into the kitchen and told me to go back and change
my clothes.

   But when he saw that I wasn't paying any attention to him, he stormed
back into his room to sulk.

   Little later my brother and his wife came and when my sister-in-law saw
me standing me in the kitchen with more than half of my breasts hanging out
and my thigh and my bum on full display, it took her more than a minute
take in the view.

   The only people who didn't react with shock, my brother and my son, were
the people expected to react most and they were the ones who were enjoying
it.

   My sister-in-law didn't say anything immediately but after breakfast she
tactfully took me to the guest room and said: "Your new look took me by
surprise."

   I gave her a smile and sat down on the table cross legged, with my left
leg fully exposed, and instead of reacting to her remark I tried to
convince her to be less self-conscious and to be more confident and most of
all to realize that there is nothing to be ashamed of.

   I don't know how much successful I was in trying to convince her but at
least she had stopped trying to preach to me, which was good enough for me.
After couple of hours of sulking, my husband accepted the situation and we
all decided to go the shopping mall after lunch.

   Now, I wanted to wear something provocative but unfortunately didn't
have any dress that could be called provocative so went out with them in
shirt and jeans.

   I knew that since morning both my son and my brother were itching to
touch me and in the car both tried to sit next to me but I made sure that
my sister-in-law sat in the middle simply because it was too risky to sit
with either of them.

   In the mall, I told them that I had to buy some clothes so dragged my
sister-in-law along with me and went to a store, where I searched for
clothes that not only had maximum ability to show skin but some class, too.

   Luckily, found three four dresses that were revealing more than hiding.

   So, I caught the hand of my sister-in-law, took her to the dressing room
and literally begged her to try them and after much cajoling and pleading,
she finally selected a backless blue gown, which was accentuating her
breasts and back perfectly, and a tank top that was beautifully revealing
her shoulders, her back and the shape of her breasts.

   For myself, I chose a brown colored strapless blouse, which was doing
good justice to my cleavage, and a skirt that was covering just my bottoms
and nothing else.  And although she wanted to pay for her clothes, I didn't
let her and we joined the guys at a restaurant.

   Later in the evening, I decided to cook a formal dinner for them so
everybody got busy in changing clothes, especially my sister-in-law, who
did not want to wear the blue gown, but after arguing with her for more
than 30 minutes she finally relented, something I regretted the moment she
entered the living room because she was looking gorgeous and all eyes
turned toward her, even my brother's face lit up when he saw how beautiful
her neck, her breasts and her naked back were looking in that dress.

   I had chosen to wear that strapless brown blouse with the skirt, but
nobody seemed interested in my cleavage or in my thighs, not even my son,
who was busy looking at his aunt's body.

   I finished the dinner as soon as I could and wanted them to finish their
drinks as quickly as possible but they were huddled around my
sister-in-law, who was enjoying their attention, and were in no hurry so I
too joined their circle.  But I knew that one p erson was vulnerable to my
anger, if not to my charm, so went to my son and told him to go to bed and
when he started protesting, I dragged him to his bed and left him there
screaming and shouting.

   My husband and my brother continued to ogle at my sister-in-law for
around an hour or so but I came back to my room, changed and went back to
bed.  At around 11 in the night I got up, made sure that my husband was
sleeping and slowly and carefully tiptoed out of the room and went to the
roof where I had promised to meet my brother for a talk.

   He was already waiting for me on the roof and had also placed a mattress
so I went to the mattress and lay down on it next to him.

   He started talking how happy he was to see me but I cut him in
mid-sentence and turned the conversation to his wife but after listening to
him for 10-15 minutes I realized that we shared a different kind of bond
and that it would take a lot more than a dress to change his feelings,
convinced that she posed no threat to any of my relationships, I took my
brother in my arms and made love to him under the bright light of the moon
and the stars.

   And although my brother was not as passionate or as patient as my dad,
he had more stamina and loved doing it in different positions, so within
one session he fucked me in three different positions, plus he loved
calling me sister, especially when I was sucking his cock and or taking it
deep inside my cunt.

   Since we did not have much time and were taking a big risk, we did not
stay there for a smoke or talk and rushed back to our respective rooms.

   That night both of us slept very content and satisfied.

   All of us got up early in the morning because we wanted to go to a lake
right after breakfast and since my brother and sister-in-law were leaving
in the evening, we wanted to make the most of the day.

   I packed a little snack for the trip, gathered all the towels and all of
us, apart from my husband who had some work so wasn't going, got into my
car and were off to the lake, which is not a big lake but not many people
go there so there is a lot of privacy.

   Once we got down to the lake, the guys did not wait for us to change or
anything; they just took off their T-shirts and jeans and jumped right into
the water.  Fortunately, we were the only four people at the lake, so
privacy wasn't a concern.

   I took out the brown thong my dad had selected and the halter top my
brother had given me, and when my sister-in-law, who was wearing a lovely
yellow colored two-piece bikini, saw me in that she gave me a wink.

   We slowly walked to the water and when my brother and my son saw us
walking so seductively toward them in our itsy-bitsy thongs and bikinis,
they both stopped swimming and stood there admiring our bodies.

   Both of hit the water at the same time and swam towards them but when we
came out of the water, my sister-in-law's yellow bikini had become
transparent and her nipples were clearly visible, a sight that immediately
caught the attention of my son, but she laughed it off and stood there
displaying her small but lovely breasts to all three of us.

   We swam for a little while and were standing in the water resting after
a race that was predictably won by my brother, when my brother came from
behind, putt his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly.

   Although he made it look all innocent, but I was afraid that she might
not like him throwing his arms around my body and pressing his bulging cock
against me, especially when I was in just a halter top and a thong, so I
extracted myself from his grip and challenged my son to a race in an effort
to divert everybody's attention.

   I won the race and after couple of more lapses we all came out of the
water and lay down on the towels, with my sister-in-law lying next to me in
full view of us in her now transparent bikini and my brother was near my
thighs, with his head resting on his wife's smooth well-toned stomach and
my son was on the other side of my body, with his legs over my legs, his
arm stretched across my stomach and his head on my shoulder just near my
breast.

   I raised my head a little; saw their semi-naked bodies lying so close to
mine and my thoughts drifted to my dad and that he would have loved
watching us lying there with no shame, inhibition or guilt.

   I turned my body towards my sister-in-law, placed my hand across her
breasts and drifted off to a wonderful place, with my son's body pressed
against my naked back and my brother's legs between my thighs.