Family Frolic

When I returned to the living room, I was stunned to see the porn flick
on the TV. Jen had her hand inside Tommy's boxers and was slowly jerking
him off. I interrupted the sibling hand job with a brisk clearing of my
throat. Jen jumped in suprise, while Tommy just turned beet red.

"I'm not going to ask what's going on here, because that's painfully
obvious. If your parents knew what was happening right now, they'd have
me arrested," I said in a low, measured tone. I punched the stop button
on the VCR. The kids sat frozen in fear.

"Not to mention that what you're doing is incest and that's wrong," I
continued.

"B-b-but..." Tommy tried to say.

"No buts, Tommy."

"But our parents know," Jen cried.

"Don't bullshit me, Jen."

"They do!" Tommy yelled.

"Lower your voice, young man." Tommy cowered, but Jen sat upright and
looked me in the eyes.

"It's true. We've been in bed with them and each other. Mommy and Daddy
started coming into our rooms a couple of years ago. You know, to show
us stuff."

I looked at Tommy. He nodded.

I sat down at the end of the couch and took a big sip of scotch. Then I
sent the kids off to bed, telling them that we'd discuss this tomorrow.
What I didn't add was that seeing Jen stroking Tommy's cock was the
hottest thing I'd seen in a while. While I rewound the video back to the
top, I sat and thought about what I'd seen and what Jen had said. I
still wasn't convinced that my sister and her husband would involve their
pre-adolescent children in their sex play. It just wasn't normal.

The rain kept pouring and so did the scotch. I watched most of the porn
flick, an uninspired anal gang bang and three-way. I idly stroked myself
as I drank, smoked, and soaked up the electrons. I headed off to bed.

Just as I hit the bedroom light, there was a flash and a loud peal of
thunder. A split-second later, the power went out. And a half-second