Into the Attic

While I was saving that video footage from the bathroom cam, I heard my parents talking in their darkened bedroom.

"So, do you still think there's something going on between Hope and Daniel?" my father asked.

"I don't think they're having sex," she answered. She sounded disappointed. I thought I must have heard that wrong, so I rewound it and listened again. Sure enough, she sounded disappointed that Hope and I were not having sex. Weird.

After that bit, the conversation wasn't anything I was interested in hearing. They went to sleep, and I shut down my laptop and went to sleep as well.

* * *

I couldn't wait to get home from school the next day. Hope commented about it when she picked me up from school.

"Big plans today?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"You just look really excited to be out of school," she replied.

I had been hard all day, from the moment I heard Colleen in the shower that morning. I knew I had video footage of both of my sisters showering, just waiting for me to get on my computer to view it. I had been so preoccupied by that thought that I had difficulty focusing on anything else since lunch.

I glanced over at Hope. She was watching the road and the traffic as she drove, and I looked her over without being obvious about it. She was wearing a thigh-length blue skirt that showed off her legs nicely. Her white blouse was loose-fitting and thick enough that you could barely make out the lines of her bra beneath it. She wore light makeup, and her curly, light brown hair was held clear of her face by a band atop her head.

My sister was lovely, but nothing she wore was overtly sexual. Still, I could not help but picture her from the night before, naked in her bedroom. That had me turned on. I looked at the road ahead, trying to think about something else. I realized that I did have homework, and I should probably knock that out before I got distracted. Also, I still needed to work on the attic. If I suddenly stopped before it was done, it would arouse suspicion. I sighed out loud, making a show of dropping the excited look from my face.

"Oh," I said, "I was just glad to be out of school. But now that you remind me, I have homework to get to and I still have a lot of work to do in the attic."

"I'm sorry, Daniel," she said, looking over at me with wide eyes, "I didn't mean to spoil it for you." She reached over and put her right hand softly on my thigh. "You know we all appreciate the hard work you are doing, right?"

"I know," I said, giving her a sad smile, "I just have to remind myself it will all be worth it."

Once we were back at the house, and I had locked myself into my room to 'work on my homework,' I repeated softly to myself, "Worth it!"

Oh, man, those shower videos of my sexy sisters were so fucking hot! I watched them in fast-forward mode, at four times normal speed, just to figure out where to start and stop the clips before archiving them. I knew I wanted to save them to savor later. I also grabbed the clip of Hope getting ready for her morning classes. That one I watched at normal speed, since I knew she had gotten dressed quickly before taking me to school.

It was still a three-minute slice of heaven. Hope got into her room and tossed her towel onto the bed, walking around her room naked except for the smaller towel wrapped around her hair. It was tough to judge who had the bigger tits between her and Colleen. Hope's might be a little larger, but they hung lower on her chest which made them look much heavier. Hope definitely had thicker, longer nipples than Colleen. As I stroked my hard dick and stared, I could just imagine Hope sitting on my lap and feeding me those succulent, suckable nipples.

Hope put on her bra and fastened it, and then put on the white blouse I had just seen her wearing on the car ride home. Then...the bombshell: She pulled her skirt up her shapely legs and then put on ankle socks before leaving her room. My sister was not wearing any underwear under that blue skirt. I wondered if she was still 'going commando' at that very moment. It also made me wonder how often she did that.

I had those two videos of Colleen with no panties, but I had never caught Hope like that. I started searching the video footage of Colleen's room next, but she never showed up naked in her room. I thought that was odd, and rewound it and fast-forwarded several times. She popped into her room briefly after her shower, then left the room still wrapped in her towel. Five minutes later, she reappeared fully dressed. She hadn't gone into the bathroom, or Hope's bedroom, or our parents' room.

I guessed she must have gone out to the laundry room, and put on clothes out there. At the time, she was the only one home. It was alright, though. I still had that spectacular shower video of her.

I looked at the time in the bottom corner of my computer screen and realized I had been in my room for over twenty minutes without getting any homework done. I closed my laptop, which caused it to run its shutdown sequence automatically. I changed into lightweight shorts and a tank top so that I would be more comfortable in the sweltering heat of the attic. Finally, I grabbed my book bag and made my way out to the dining room table.

I knew that if I stayed in my room, the temptation to watch those shower videos in their entirety would be too great. Hope was watching television in the living room, sitting on the couch. I was torn by a new temptation. I wanted to walk in front of her, to see if she was wearing panties beneath that skirt.

I stood in the dining room, spreading out my books and binders and trying to think of an excuse to walk into the living room. Hope got up and walked past me, so I gave up on that and sat down to get to work. From the dining room table where I sat, I could see clearly into the kitchen. Hope went to the refrigerator and bent over to get something out of the crisper. Her bare bottom peeked out at me for just long enough to answer my question.

I managed to tune out my throbbing boner and get to work, knocking out my homework in less than a half hour. I was genuinely proud of myself as I put everything back in my book bag and carried it to my room.

I returned to the kitchen and retrieved the massive insulated mug I had been using while I worked in the attic. I filled it with ice and then added tap water until it was full. I put the lid and straw on the thing, and then made my way to pull down the rickety ladder that led to the attic.

Since I had already installed all of the cameras, I was now legitimately just trying to get the attic cleared as quickly as possible. I still had to be careful while I worked up there. I didn't want to fall through the ceiling or something stupid like that. I carried down the final seventeen boxes from the attic, and stacked them in the garage.

Each time I passed the living room, Hope looked over at me and smiled. Since there were so many trips, it became comical. I started by giving her a grin and a "Hey, there," after the fourth trip. I blew her a kiss as I returned from the sixth trip to the garage. She got into it, then, and licked her lips outrageously when I next walked past. That actually got me hard. In the garage, after I set down that box, I adjusted my dick down the leg of my shorts so it wouldn't be obvious.

Back in the attic, I finished the last of my water and returned to the kitchen to refill it. I was drenched, of course. I peeled off my tank top and wrung it out in the kitchen sink without really thinking about it. When I finished putting it back on, I realized that Hope was staring at me. I ignored her stare and returned to the attic.

She still turned and smiled at me each time I passed, and I smiled back, but her expression had changed. She looked at me hungrily now.

That got me harder than watching her lick her lips had. I was careful to turn so that she wouldn't see just how aroused I was, each time I walked by. When I finally set the last box in the garage, I opened the garage door and stepped outside to get some fresh air. It also helped cool the garage.

We had a second refrigerator in our garage, and we kept a bunch of sports drinks in there. I grabbed one and carried it out into the driveway, gulping it as the breeze cooled my skin. I watched a trio of small wolf spiders as they fled from the boxes out the garage door. I finished my drink and tossed the container into the recycle bin, then closed the garage door and headed back into the attic. I took the old computers and monitors from the attic to the garage, and then closed the door to the attic.

It had been a very productive afternoon, and I was ready for a shower. Only then, as I headed to the bathroom, did I realize that Hope had not been in the living room since my brief break earlier. I had been that focused on what I was doing. I shed my soggy clothes in the bathroom, wringing them out in the sink before setting them aside. They would go right into the washer after my shower.

When I walked out to the laundry room wrapped in a towel, Hope was once again seated in the living room. She still wore the same outfit, but I could tell right away that she no longer wore a bra beneath the blouse. Her nipples poked out noticeably, and I hoped I wasn't staring. My sister smiled at me, and I realized the hungry look was no longer there.

I tossed my sweat-soaked clothes into the washer with some other clothes from the hamper and started it. I went back to my room to get dressed, locking the door behind me. I knew that Hope had taken off her bra, and suspected that she might have masturbated. I opened my laptop and let it run through its startup while I put on fresh shorts and a t-shirt.

I sat at my desk and opened the two windows showing the footage from Hope's room. Bingo! I actually saw myself walking by her open door to the garage before she rushed into her room and closed the door. Her room was well-lit by the afternoon sun as she lay back on her bed, opening her legs to play with her pussy. One of the cameras was perfectly positioned to show me everything.

I pulled my dick out of the leg of my shorts, stroking it in time with the fingers plunging in and out of Hope's wet pussy. She had two fingers from her left hand sliding in and out of her, while the tips of the fingers on her right hand rubbed her clit from side to side rapidly. My headphones were still sitting on the desk, but I could hear her faint moans and the wet squishy sounds coming out of them.

I was really close to coming when I heard a car pull up in our driveway. It was just enough of a distraction that I knew I wouldn't come soon. I released my dick and saved the video clip. I knew I would have a memorable session later that night, with the two shower videos and that clip to watch.

It took a few minutes for my erection to subside enough that I could leave my room. Colleen was home, and she gave me a nice hug in the hallway when I walked out of my bedroom. She had come in through the garage.

"I see you got a lot done while I was at work," she said. "How many boxes are still up there?"

We walked together to the living room as I answered.

"Those were the last of the boxes," I said, "And that was all of the computers and monitors. I'll probably finish getting the last of the stuff out of the attic tonight."

Colleen shook her head and smiled at me. Hope turned around on the couch.

"Really?" Hope asked, "That's all the boxes already?"

"Yep," I answered.

"Can we go up there and take a look?" she asked.

"Sure," I answered with a shrug. I was not worried that they might spot the cameras. After all, Dad hadn't noticed.

I walked over and pulled down the ladder once again, and Colleen went up first. I followed Hope up the ladder, with her naked bottom right in my face. I think she felt my breath, and expected her to turn and look at me, but she didn't. It wasn't all that long of a climb, but I had a good whiff of her pussy. I stopped a couple of steps shy of the attic, so that my raging hard-on was out of sight.

Colleen and Heather both looked around at the attic. Colleen blew out a whistle, and Hope murmured, "Wow."

"This attic is really big without all that junk up here," Colleen commented.

"Yeah," I replied, "After we put in the new insulation, maybe I should put in some floorboards so we could use this space for something."

It was an idea that had formed in my mind while I had been working up here. That would further hide the cameras, if Dad approved.

Both of my sisters were already getting too hot, and we retreated back down the ladder. I put it back up and closed the attic hatch.

"It's probably too hot up there—and too cold in the winter—to really use that for anything other than storage," Colleen said.

"You're probably right," I said.

I was trying not to stare at Hope. She had already sweated enough in the attic that I could clearly see her nipples through that white blouse. Colleen seemed not to notice, but she was aware that she was sweating.

"I think I'll take a quick shower and change clothes," she said.

I walked over to the couch and plopped down. I was not expecting it when Hope slid into my lap and once again wrapped her arm around my head. I smiled up into her face, careful not to stare at her tits right in front of me. I had already been hard, and now I knew that she was sitting in my lap with only the thin layer of my shorts between my hard cock and her wet pussy.

"Mind if I change the channel?" I asked her.

I was just trying to find something to say to deflect her attention from my erection pressing into her thighs from below. Now, in retrospect, it is obvious that Hope wanted me. God knows, I wanted her. At that point, though, I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me. My sisters were so beautiful, and I didn't think that they were interested in their kid brother that way.

I heard Colleen go from her bedroom to the bathroom. I tried to focus on the television, but I could not tell you what we watched. My attention was entirely focused on the heat of my sister's pussy on my lap. It got worse every time she wiggled her bottom against me. Her taut left nipple was within inches of my watering mouth. It was all I could do not to stare at it.

We heard another car pull into the driveway, and Hope slid out of my lap. She smoothed down her skirt and turned to me.

"I guess I ought to change before dinner," she said.

I nodded, trying not to stare at her. She looked down and her eyes widened. She reddened a bit and then added, "Maybe you should change, too," before walking away. I looked down and saw what she meant. The crotch of my shorts was soaked.

I hurried into my bedroom, managing to get in there and close the door before my mom walked into the house. I pulled off the damp shorts and couldn't help but lift them to my nose. They reeked of my sister's wet pussy. I folded them up so that the damp patch was hidden inside and set them beside my pillow.

I grabbed an identical pair of grey workout shorts and pulled them on quickly, trying to get out to the couch and look nonchalant when my mother walked through. I was mostly successful. Mom stopped in the living room and asked how my day was.

"I got a lot done," I replied.

I smiled and told her about some of my homework, and then explained that all the boxes, computers and monitors were out of the attic. She nodded and absently said, "Oh," and "uh-huh," a couple of times, but I realized that she, too, was staring at my crotch. I knew that I was still fairly erect, but I thought that I had pushed my dick down so that it wasn't poking up noticeably anymore.

I couldn't help but notice my mother's nipples were visible through her thin bra and the top she wore, which didn't help my condition any. Also, I couldn't help but picture her naked, masturbating in her shower. When I asked her how her day was, she simply replied, "It was fine," before turning and heading into her bedroom.

As soon as she was out of sight, I looked down and saw that the end of my hard dick was poking out of the leg opening of my shorts. She had been able to see the head and first couple inches of it the whole time! I tucked it away and straightened my shorts. Less than a minute later, Colleen emerged from her bedroom and joined me in the living room.

Evidently it was her turn to plop down in my lap. Hope said nothing about it when she joined us a few minutes later, sitting on my left side. I distinctly remembered that we talked, but I was so distracted that I couldn't keep track of that conversation. Colleen was really moving around a lot in my lap, and she and Hope kept touching my shoulders and arms as they spoke to me.

Mom called from the kitchen and asked what we wanted for dinner. I used that as an excuse to get up from the couch to help her. I thought it would keep me out of trouble. Colleen and Hope sat on the couch and whispered as I helped Mom cook dinner.

Unfortunately, I wasn't really prepared when I walked into the kitchen. My mother was wearing a thin robe that I had never seen before. It was pale pink, and I could see the dark outlines of her nipples right through it. It was tied at the waist with a belt, but when she turned to face me, the bottom of it gapped open, revealing her smooth pussy. I knew she had seen me staring, but she didn't say anything.

I tried not to stare over the next twenty minutes, as we cooked dinner. Halfway through that, my dad got home and headed straight to their bathroom to shower. When he returned, he didn't say anything but he did raise his eyebrows when he saw what Mom was wearing.

After dinner, my sisters and I cleaned up quickly. Once again, we joined our parents for an hour or so of television. Hope reclaimed my lap for the first half hour, and when she got up to use the bathroom, Colleen slid back into my lap. Both of them were wearing shorts, and neither of them moved around as much as they had earlier. That was a relief. At the same time, though, I had to wonder if I was the only one who could see my mother's bare pussy the three times she shifted in the loveseat next to my dad.

I finally couldn't take it anymore. I excused myself and returned to the attic. I cleared the cobwebs from my old crib and took it apart so I could carry it down. Dad saw me passing with it, and got up to help. When we got to the garage and turned on the light, my dad gave out a long whistle.

"Wow, Daniel," he said, "You really did get a lot done today!"

"Yes, sir," I replied.

He followed me back up into the attic, and then he was even more impressed. It took just over an hour, and we had completely cleared the last of the junk from up there. Mom, Colleen, and Hope all pitched in as we went through those boxes in the garage. It was late by the time we finished, but the job was done. All that was left was replacing the insulation.

Everyone needed a shower after that, and I was so tired by the time I got my shower that I went to bed and fell asleep without watching any of the video footage I had planned to view.

My alarm awoke me far too early the next morning. I was up and in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and getting ready for school, before it dawned on me that it was Saturday. I felt like a total dipshit. I could have slept in. I could have stayed in my room and watched my illicit home movies. Instead I had gotten up early, and now my dad knew I was awake.

Dad always got up early on Saturdays. That was when he took care of all the household chores, so he could enjoy watching football and drinking beer the rest of the weekend. I was not the least surprised when he poked his head into the bathroom and grinned at me.

"Glad to see you're up!" he said, "Are you ready to go get that new insulation with me?"

I spat out the toothpaste.