At some point after we both fell asleep, my cock slipped out of Abby and my cum started to dribble out of her pussy, around my balls, down my ass crack to one of the towels underneath us to form a wet spot. I became aware of it when Abby rolled off me to curl up beside me. She drew a sheet over top of us and we were back asleep once again in each other's arms.

I awoke once when Abby got up and went to the bathroom. It was a little after 2:00AM. She turned some lights off in her bedroom as she left. I was laying there in bed waiting for her when she returned. We both had the same question (which had us laugh): "Are you okay?" Once we knew both of us were okay, I got up and went to the bathroom. The water from the two enemas had, indeed, made my kidneys and my bladder "active."

I slipped back under the sheets with Abby and we were instantly in position to go beyond just cuddling. We were already feeling close and intimate at this hour of the morning. Abby commented on how large a load of cum I must have shot into her because of how much was still dripping out of her.

"That's what you wanted?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," she whispered back.

"I've got more if you want it." My cock was hard and just at her entrance.

"Yes," was all she said and she grasped me to slide me into her. It was slow and it was tender as we made love together. I was on top of her as I came inside her once again and we shared some tender moments in those post insemination period. I stayed in her, as always, as long as I could. We shifted position so that she was mostly beside me, her right leg and right arm draped over top me. It was nearly 3:00 AM. We drifted back to sleep in these positions. We awoke a couple of more times over the morning before we really started our day together.

It was Abby's telephone ringing that woke me up. Abby answered the phone.

"Hello," Abby said. I could hear a male voice on the other end and, because it was quiet, I could mostly hear what was being said. It was Abby's dad.

"Hello, Sweetheart! Sorry I didn't call last night to let you know I got here okay. We got sort of busy and by the time I realized it, it was late."

"That's okay," Abby replied.

"What are you doing?" I heard him ask.

"We're just laying here," Abby said. "We're just getting up." Abby flashed a big smile at me and reached over to stroke my cock which was already "up" with it's morning erection. He asked if we had any plans for the day and Abby told him that we didn't have anything definite, yet.

This whole scene took me back to family friends, the ones I mentioned about Abby's prom. After their mom died (of cancer) and they were now being raised by a single father (of teenage girls), there was a completely different role and conversation between father and daughters. And what was most interesting was the rather direct and matter-of-fact discussion of sex and sexual partners. This conversation reminded me of that because, surely, Abby's dad knew that Abby and I had spent the night sleeping together sexually.

It was a relatively short conversation and after Abby hung up the phone, we had our own take on what was going on.

"Dad's getting some pussy," was Abby's take with a chuckle.

"Is that okay?" I asked. Abby had her "suspicions" about this particular women that they knew and the group of friends who lived in or near the Seaside, Oregon area.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she said. "We've known each other's families for a long time. It's just weird to think about dad having sex with someone else other than mom." In a way I could relate to that. Although my mom and dad had separated and divorced much earlier in my life than Abby's mom had died, as a child, it was strange to know exactly how to deal with the number of women that came into my dad's life and, by extension, into ours.

There was nothing really somber about any of this and Abby was willing to have some fun with it, imagining her dad doing some of the same things that I was doing with Abby. And if these two older people were finding pleasure, including sexual pleasure, anywhere near what she and I were experiencing, Abby seemed mostly happy with it. We were interrupted by another phone call. It was Stephanie.

"Oh, were just fucking the shit out of each other," Abby said to Stephanie when asked how or what we were doing. Abby handed the phone to me telling me that Stephanie wanted to say "Hi!"

"Hi!" I said to Stephanie.

"You taking good care of my girlfriend?" Stephanie asked.

"Always! And in all ways!" I replied. She asked me if what we were doing included enemas. "Of course, I replied." Stephanie said she wished that she could be there with us. I told her that she and Abby needed to work that out. We briefly chatted about the upcoming move before I handed the phone back to Abby. Abby indicated that we were tentatively heading out to "The Rock" (Rooster Rock State Park) early in the afternoon. It was supposed to be another very warm, sunny day and what better way to spend the day than being naked on the Columbia River.

After they hung up, Abby told me that it was time for us to get our day started and the first order of business was some form of breakfast. She sent me downstairs (naked, of course) to get started. A couple of minutes later, she joined me downstairs, telling me that she had moved our bags into the bathroom. Abby told me what she had in mind after we ate breakfast and that the combination of our enemas and sex (enemasex) that we talked about the previous evening was what she wanted at a nice unhurried pace.

There was no complaint from me.

We finished breakfast and, after we put our dishes and utensils in the dishwasher, we before headed back upstairs. When we got to Abby's room, she turned on the video camera (she had put a new tape in the recorder) and then we headed for the bathroom to fill our bags. Because Abby wanted this to be nice and slow, we chose to fill our bags completely. We could always take less than the full bag while we were sexually coupled.

I asked Abby if she thought her dad and his female friend did anything like this? Abby didn't know. But I pointed out that her parents and many of those his age probably grew up with enemas being more common in their time than in ours. I playfully suggested that maybe we could show them and share our feelings and experiences with them.

Our bags filled and hanging on the shower, Abby and I shared some tender moments in the bathroom as we gently caressed each other. The intensity of my feelings for Abby were as strong as I had ever felt in these moments. Without a word, we broke from our embrace, gathered our enema bags and, holding hands, walked back to Abby's room with our bags in our other hand. We carefully hung our bags up on the coat trees and I crawled to the towels on the center of Abby's bed, got on my back and spread my legs so that my balls, my cock, and my anus were totally accessible to Abby. After a bit of play and teasing, Abby slipped the nozzle into my ass.

Abby turned herself beside me so that I could lubricate her ass for the nozzle I would eventually slip into her. As I looked at her from behind and slipped my finger into her ass, I could see little droplets of my cum from our earlier lovemaking forming around the front of her pussy. It was such a beautiful sight. It meant that she was going to be able to slide me in with relative ease as I sealed her with my cock.

Abby turned around, straddled me, reached down to position my cock with just the slightest pressure on the tip and then slid down it like she had done so many times before. I loved being able to slide into her this way. And because we were alone, we could be as vocal as we wanted. There was no need to "be quiet" even in our most tender moments. Even in a hotel room, we had to be circumspect about how loud we were. Here, no problem. She shook and bucked and called out as I slid into her. Once she was all the way down (and caught her breath) she was ready for me to slide her nozzle into her rectum. Abby helped position the nozzle so that it went in at the correct angle to avoid a painful insertion.

We were in no real hurry and had at least a couple of hours to enjoy this round of enemasex and whatever we followed it with. So, we started with nozzles inserted and without the clamps open. Just the sensation of the nozzle in my ass and the way it moved inside me while Abby was riding me was stimulating to my prostate and the tip of the nozzle moved by it through my rectal wall. Abby had told me previously that when she was on top like this, the tension of the hose on the outer portion of the nozzle had the tip move around on the inside. As I sucked her nipples, it drew her to another orgasm and I didn't let go of the suction right away while pressing each nipple (as I alternated back and forth) between my lips. Light nipping with my teeth would cum later on.

We finally agreed that we were ready to be filled. She reached back behind her to find the clamp on the hose to my nozzle. She opened the clamp full and then set it back by three clicks to slow my fill rate to a trickle. Once set, I reached for the clamp on her hose and took the same action. Both bags took about 5 minutes to show any significant deflation from the enemas draining into us. The water turned warm as the higher temperature water in the bags made its way down the respective hoses and then mixed in with the enema already present in each of our rectums.

Both Catie and Abby had described what it felt like to be filled with an enema while we were making love. It couldn't be too vigorous a sexual activity, lest the nozzle pop out or, worse, they couldn't control and hold the enema within. Of course, they felt the warmth of the enema directly as well as the combined pressure of the enema in the colon and the pressure of my cock moving in their pussies. They were largely unaware or had little sense of my enema in this position other than to know that I was being filled just like them.

For me, I was aware of my own enema filling me from a temperature and a pressure perspective. But the other thing I could sense (first) was a change in temperature in my cock as the heat of Abby's enema warmed her lower abdomen further. It took longer to feel a change in pressure or the way her pussy felt to me as the enema filled and spread out in her colon. This wasn't something I thought about so much as I was aware it was occurring. Best of all was how slow we were going. Abby would occasionally reach back with her hands and coddle my balls telling me to keep filling them because she wanted my "love juice."

It was when we were making love like this, when I was slowly approaching my own orgasm and riding the edge once I got close that Abby also took her time to ride the edge of her own orgasm. She was finding this edging rather than running through orgasm after orgasm had its own sensations and I was working to bring her to that edge and ride it for as long as she wanted. It wasn't the same for her as creating a continuous orgasm (say with a vibrator), but she was enjoying coming to the edge, riding it, plunging over it to come back to the edge again. We were cumpletely absorbed in this and each other. We weren't monitoring the bags for how much had drained into us. As long as we weren't having distress causing us to lose our enema(s), our focus was on each other.

So much so that neither of us were aware that we were being watched.

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I hadn't asked what happened to Catie's car. The last time I saw it in June, it was covered and parked to the side of the driveway/parking area. When I pulled up with my rental car the previous day, I noticed it was gone. Abby's car was there (of course), as was her dad's. But, Catie's was not. I didn't know what had happened to it and it was more a matter for the family than for me. As it turned out, their youngest brother was having some repair work being done on his car and his dad lent him Catie's car while his car was being repaired. The dealership had let him know his car was ready to be picked up and he drove down from Seattle to get it. Of course, he needed another driver to drive one of the two cars. So, he picked up his girlfriend, went to the auto dealership to pay for and pick up his car.

He was returning Catie's car and he drove Catie's car while his girlfriend drove his. When he pulled in the driveway, he saw Abby's car and an unfamiliar car (my rental). His dad's car wasn't there. He pulled Catie's car to the far side of the driveway and parked it there. His girlfriend pulled his car in beside my rental car. They both got out the cars and wondered "who's car with Washington State plates is outside the house."

Inside the house, of course, Abby and I were enjoying our enemasex pleasures with each other. I thought I heard car doors outside but they didn't seem close and could have been the neighbors. With Abby and I sexually engaged and tethered to our enema bags, neither one of us was in a position get up and look out a window. If we had, we would have seen Abby's brother and his girlfriend outside (or at least the two cars now there).

They decided to come into the house to have a look. Nothing wrong with that; he grew up here. Actually, they "snuck" into the house (if you could call it that) as they didn't make any obvious noise in either coming through the side door of the house or once they were inside. With the door to Abby's room open, I'm sure they could hear Abby and I upstairs and the obvious sounds of sex. I'm sure they recognized Abby's voice as she moaned and vocalized about being fucked, wanted to be fucked and how. My moaning and voice was probably not familiar and Abby wasn't calling out my name very frequently in expressing her pleasures or desires.

In retrospect, I realized that they were both just in their early 20's (at the time, he was 23 and she was 22) and hearing (and seeing) other people fucking would have been incredibly arousing. I certainly remember what my girlfriend and I felt at age 23, being around by others fucking, particularly when we knew one or both of the parties so engaged. It made us incredibly horny and had us wanting to watch and or join in (though not necessarily join those who we were watching and listening to). For Abby's brother, he didn't have a protective reaction like "somebody'd fucking my sister and I'm going to stop them." And for the two of them, the sounds of Abby fucking and being fucked by someone were just too erotic and overwhelming.

As they crept through the kitchen/dining area towards the living room, the sounds left no doubt that Abby was having sex with someone. They listened from the base of the stairs and (according to them) the sound of Abby and I was incredibly arousing. So much so, that they stripped out of their clothes while listening to us and began petting and stroking each other at the base of the stairs. His girlfriend got really hot and wet and was ready to be fucked downstairs. Again, in similar circumstances at age 23, my girlfriend and I would have likely experienced the same sort of sensations and reacted similarly. Yet, they could look up the stairs and see the door to Abby's room was standing open from where the sounds of our passion were emanating.

They decided that they just needed to sneak a peak to see what Abby and her lover (me) were doing, if they could. And, as luck would have it, the steps on the stairs were quiet if one wasn't walking or running up or down them. They crept up the stairs and made it to the landing on the second floor (where Abby had watched Catie and I making love on the couch) and made the right turn towards the entrance to Abby's bedroom. The door was open, as we had no reason to think that anyone, not Abby's dad, or Abby's brothers, would be entering the house while we were there. For us, it was just Abby and me.

The two of them quietly moved the short distance from the stairs to the bedroom doorway to peak in. What they saw, of course, was Abby facing away from the door, straddled across my hips, my cock deep inside her pussy, two partially emptied enema bags hanging from two coat trees on opposite sides of Abby's bed, and the hoses that ran from the bags to the nozzles in in our asses. Abby and I were completely unaware of them being at her doorway watching the two of us. The two of them moved to opposite sides of the doorway to watch us in the throes of our enemasexual ecstasy.

Apparently, they watched us for about 5 minutes. Her younger brother (Peter) was on one side of the doorway, his girlfriend on the other side. They were mesmerized by the scene before their eyes and had never seen anything like it. For Peter, he got to see the enema bags in use during sex. It was a topic that came up when we were cleaning out Catie's apartment in Chicago. And need I say that he got to see his sisters sweet, naked body in a way he had never imagined as we were making love together. Imagining Abby and I together was one thing (after they had found out about Abby and I in January), but seeing us in the flesh was something else (extraordinary). Apparently, Peter's girlfriend saw the video camera on the tripod and realized that we were filming this session and pointed it out to Peter.

The longer they watched Abby and I, saw and processed what she and I were doing, the more intense their arousal became. They found it difficult to be on either side of the doorway without touching themselves or each other. Since Abby and I were unaware of them, they were getting bolder and not staying (as) concealed behind the edges of the door to watch us and eventually were standing in the doorway of Abby's bedroom. Still, they managed to remain quiet without breathing loudly or moaning (though they later admitted that their hearts were pounding so hard they were sure we could hear their heartbeats). Abby and I were so focused on each other and our shared enema sensations encouraging each other to "take just a little more" and the way Abby wanted me to fill her pussy again with my cum, that I never looked beyond her or even saw any motion from the two of them. Even as I moved my mouth from Abby's breasts and sucking her nipples never brought either one of them into my field of view. Again, why would or should I be looking for anyone watching us.

I was getting closer and closer to cumming, running on that edge that was so familiar to me. It was as if I was trying to make sure that my balls were bursting with cum to fill Abby once again. She could feel how hard and big I was getting as the indication that I was ready to cum. I wanted to say the words for her to know.

"My balls are full of cum," I told Abby "Are you ready for me to fill you again?"

"Gary, you big stud, fill me with your seed or lose me forever," Abby said, modifying a line from Top Gun (which had been released just a couple of months earlier). She pushed against my chest to get herself upright, and allowed my cock to push in her as deep as possible. This was our normal thing to do for when I came inside her from underneath whether we were taking enemas or not.

"Abby, here I CUM...for you! OH!"

And with that deep push and those words, my first spurt of cum fired deep into Abby's pussy. And then the second. Abby had her head tilted back slightly, her eyes closed, saying something but the only two words I heard was "I LOVE....

Knowing my cock was buried deep inside Abby, the first sign that there was something different was when I felt something (wet) hit my leg. Abby also felt something hit her lower back, her ass, and her leg and we both heard a groan from behind Abby. Abby turned around to look behind her to see what it was. I also looked past Abby's body to see Peter standing there cumming, shooting a couple of long streams of cum from his cock towards Abby and I laying on the bed (the power of the male orgasm for someone 23 years old).

"PETER!" Abby yelled at him.

Once triggered, Peter couldn't stop cumming just because Abby yelled at him no more than I could stop cumming in Abby. Peter's girlfriend grabbed his cock, though I'm not sure what she was trying to do because all she really did in the next couple of seconds was make sure that Abby's back and ass and my legs got sprayed by Peter's cum. Eventually, she got her hand around the head of his cock and she ended up with a handful of his cum. In the meantime, I was still shooting my load into Abby but we were NOT getting the opportunity to share the enjoyment between her and I.

Abby didn't get up off me, but she was furious! First, at Peter and then at the two of them. It ruined a perfectly good orgasm for Abby and I, but that wasn't really the point.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?" Abby demanded.

Peter bent over on the end of Abby's bed trying to regain his composure after his orgasm. His girlfriend was holding his cock in her hand. I think he really wanted to reach forward and wipe his cum from her Abby's body, but he didn't really know what to do. I watched his girlfriend. After Peter quit cumming, she held his cum in her hand. I thought she was trying to conceal her own orgasm from what she had just witnessed. Later, she subtly wiped that hand over her pussy.

"I'm sorry, Sis," was all Peter managed at first. Then we got the explanation that they heard us when they entered the house, the explanation about picking up his car, coming back to the house with Catie's car, seeing my rental car, and then slipping up the stairs to the sounds of Abby and I making love during enemas.

Even though I had just cum in Abby, Abby and I were still being slowly filled with enemas. I suggested that we shut off the flows. Abby closed our clamps. My cock was still inside Abby even though she had twisted around somewhat on my hips and my cock. She lifted herself off and let my cock slide out of her. Peter's girlfriend got wide-eyed watching my cock slide out of Abby's pussy and the huge load of cum that was evident as she got off me. Of course, Abby still had the enema nozzle in her ass as she raised up. She removed the nozzle and hung the nozzle up on the coat tree.

"I'll be right back," Abby said and stormed down to the bathroom. She didn't slam the door, but she did close it. I was laying there on my back, the nozzle still in my ass, my cock wet with my cum and Abby's juices, pulsing with each beat of my heart as it "floated" above my pubic area, cum dripping onto my stomach. Peter's girlfriend kept looking at me and then Peter. I think this was the first time she had ever seen anyone having enemasex much less seeing a guy with a hard cock with an enema nozzle in his ass. She might have been embarrassed by it all, but I wasn't. This is what Abby and I did. They interrupted us, not the other way around. Peter was still trying to apologize but was mostly quiet, sitting on the end of Abby's bed.

My guess was that Abby was releasing her enema and wiping Peter's cum from her back, ass, and legs.

Abby came back a few minutes later. She was still fuming at her brother and his girlfriend. She asked me if I wanted to release my enema and I chose to do so. Even with the closed bathroom door and the sound of me enema expulsion, I could still hear Abby reading them "The Riot Act." I heard her say something about if he wanted to see her naked body, he'd better take a good look. I could even hear her say if they "had accidentally walked in on us and were curious about what we were doing, we probably would have allowed them to watch." I couldn't hear it all, however.

When I came back to Abby's bedroom, Abby was sitting on a towel near the pillows and headboard of the bed. She was still naked (in fact, we all were). Peter and his girlfriend were sitting on the end of the bed. I got on the bed next to Abby as she was saying to them "I have half a mind to shove these nozzles up your asses and make you fuck in front of us while taking the enemas if you're so damned curious." The way she put it was purely punishment from her perspective. She didn't make it sound like something very enjoyable.

Of course, Peter and his girlfriend knew nothing about what Abby and I had done together with Abby's friends. And when it came to Abby's friends, Abby also had an exhibitionist and voyeuristic streak to her personality. Maybe not as "out there" as Catie, but she wasn't shy about letting her friends watch her and I fuck and she seemed to like watching me fuck her friends. Catie once described it to me like this: she liked watching the way I moved with other sex partners. It gave her a chance to see what it looked "from the outside" while knowing what it felt like when I was doing the same sorts of things with her. I didn't want to interject any of this into the conversation. Still, I wanted Abby to say and address what was so upsetting to her. It didn't take long to get to that.

"...and what were you thinking when you came all over me, all over us? You thought that was okay?"

"I'm sorry, Sis! I didn't mean to. I just couldn't help it," Peter said.

"And what's next? You want to fuck your little sister? Is that what you want?" This was suddenly turning dark. I knew where Abby was going with this and hoped she wouldn't go there.

"No, it's nothing like that," Peter said in his defense. "We were so turned on hearing and watching you and Gary and what you were doing...it just made me cum! I didn't mean to cum on you."

So far, Abby's ire had been directed mostly at her brother. Now she turned some attention to his girlfriend.

"And what about you? Did you think this was okay?"

"We said we're sorry. It's not like we came here to spy on you or mess up your plans. We didn't even know you were here. We couldn't help hearing you once we came into the house. Honestly,..." There was a long pause.

"Honestly, if you weren't here, or even if you were here behind closed doors, we'd probably be in his room right now fucking. And so would you! Hearing you and seeing you just really distracted us."

She had a point. Abby was silent for a moment, probably still fuming. But she was probably correct. If they had come in and announced themselves or even come up, seen us, and apologized for the momentary intrusion, they would probably be in his bedroom fucking and having their own conversation about what Abby and I were doing, and Abby and I would probably be into our next sexual series, knowing they had seen us and maybe having a good laugh about it.

Before Abby responded, Peter's girlfriend asked Abby a question: "Were you serious about letting us watch you if we had stumbled on you accidentally and asked if we could watch?"

Well, Abby had opened that door. I had heard her say something like that while I was in the bathroom. Abby turned to me. "What do you think?"

"About what?" I replied.

"About any of it! About all of it," Abby said.