In the weeks after the death of their sister and their mother, the relationship between Abby and her oldest brother became more complicated and strained when he announced that Abby and I were sexually involved with each other. At that time, I didn't know how or whether there would continue to be an intimate relationship between Abby and I. I knew that I didn't want to just walk away as if there was no connection and no meaning to what Abby and I had shared with and without her sister. We were all hurting in those moments from the loss of people we loved.

So, if and when the time came, just as I didn't lie about our relationship between Abby and I, she wasn't going to lie about our relationship or how it all happened. She didn't shy away from saying that it was something that she wanted to do and that she had asked Catie to help her, that she and Catie had orchestrated the whole process, that I gave Abby every chance to back out, and that Catie was right there and witnessed Abby surrendering her virginity to me. What she did know was she loved the way I treated her both sexually and non-sexually. She could see so many of the best qualities of her dad in me with the way he interacted with her and with her mom. That way of treating her with respect as a woman (at age 1😎, with her own individual choices was something she saw as a sharp contrast to her older brother when he was 18.

As I pointed out previously, he had badly misjudged Abby's feelings about me, our relationship and what it meant to her. There were so many things that he didn't expect or count on. Abby wasn't ashamed of our relationship, our age difference, or how it had gotten started. Over time, I came to realize that part of her reaction was just natural rebelliousness as she entered adulthood and established her own identity, maybe in outrageous ways. It also raised our awareness of just how close we were to each other while working through our immediate grief and pain.

Although her oldest brother had used that bit of information to "control" and possibly win an argument in that moment, Abby hadn't fought back (in anger) by revealing what had happened in 1977 (Abby realized that she could have responded back with "at least I didn't try to rape someone"). It really wasn't her nature and I'm glad she didn't fight back with something that she might regret saying. Abby's view was pretty simple; in '77, he was still an immature boy who was still in whatever high school mode of thinking he was accustomed to. Abby reminded him that those immature boys still existed because she had just graduated from the same high school with the latest batch. Abby's brother didn't have to worry about her and that incident. She knew what happened and she knew what Catie had done in response to all of that.

Over the ensuing months, Abby and her oldest brother had worked to clear the air. If he was worried about that past, she told him he had to worry about the other four people who were there. Not her.

Of course, Abby's oldest brother had also brought up the issue of our age difference a few times. Abby asked/told him "You don't think we are aware of that?" Abby had become very clear about making choices in her life because she had suddenly realized how quickly life could be taken away. She actually used the term *crash course in life choices* before realizing that had a very literal meaning for all of us. And, as she told her dad and her brothers, she watched her mother and sister die. She could never forget what she saw and she would have to live that scene for the rest of her life. She watched it happen. She saw her mom's dead body in the car. She saw her critically, and ultimately fatally, injured sister in the crushed vehicle. In addition to the sense of helplessness she felt, Abby had confided in me "Gary, it could have been me."

To this day, more than 39 years later, I still find myself looking for *that vehicle* running a stop sign or traffic light rather than assuming it is safe to go through an intersection because I have the right of way.

On the other hand, Abby's youngest brother, Peter, always seemed to be more at ease and comfortable with the relationship that Abby and I had. Even on that day in Catie's apartment when I was asked about Abby and I, he seemed less disturbed by what he had just found out about Abby and I.

Today, we might call that *chill*. Although I haven't written about it, as Abby told me later, it was an interesting trip for the brothers driving home from Chicago back to Portland after we had cleaned out Catie's apartment. Peter just didn't seem to have as much of an issue with Abby and I fucking as his older brother did. In fact, he thought it was *cool* that both his sisters were fucking me (separately and together as a threesome). Until that moment, he had no idea or really hadn't imagined that his sisters were so kinky or that any of that was going on under the roof of their household.

He tried to tell his older brother that it was not really any different than if the two of them had gotten permission and were fucking his girlfriend (Trisha) as a threesome if they had all agreed. And he also (apparently) told him that it was really none of his business since we were all adults. If the age difference between Abby and I was an issue for Peter, it certainly didn't show. He wanted his (remaining) sister to be happy. He saw that I treated Abby well and she appeared to be happy with me. It might have helped that he and I were also kindred spirits as engineers.

Still, there was a certain strangeness in the contrast from the previous day and this morning. Maybe, I reasoned, it was truly the difference of knowing that Peter and his girlfriend were there watching us when they entered the house, compared to the previous day when both Abby and I were so engrossed that we were unaware (of course, the previous day Peter had lost control and cum on Abby and I).

Yet, I sensed that it was more than that. Something else had changed for Abby. It turned out that it was in the simple act of taking my hand and walking down the beach (or us walking arm-in-arm down the beach) to a spot where we could and did do more than just fuck on the beach, it was a blend of lovemaking and raw, outrageous, and very public sex. And we did it right out in the open with a participatory audience of strangers. That was a new experience for Abby and she liked it. It was one thing to share me and watch me fuck and be fucked by her girlfriends and then to have them watch Abby and I. This was cumpletely different. I let my mind wander to what this might lead to next for Abby and I, if only briefly. Could Abby and I be headed off to Minneapolis during her fall break to stay with Ted and Annie and pick up where Catie and I had "left off?" That was an interesting thought.

In the meantime, Abby was waiting for me to get the video equipment and bring it back downstairs.

I quickly and quietly slipped upstairs to get the video recorder, the tripod, and our tube of lubricant out of Abby's bedroom. There were sounds of *sex in progress* still emanating from Peter's bedroom and the door was (mostly) open. I could hear the familiar and rhythmic *wap, wap, wap* once I reached on the second floor landing. I quietly moved down the hallway towards Peter's bedroom and peaked in through the open door. Peter was behind Trisha in the doggy position and the *wap* sound was his hips meeting her ass as he was pumping away at her. I couldn't tell whether he was filling her vaginally or anally, but I quietly stepped away and headed to Abby's room.

Once I gathered everything, I slipped back downstairs to the kitchen where Abby was still sitting on the counter. I placed the lubricant on the counter beside her. Abby commented on how hard I was (again).

"Do you have much cum leaking out?" I asked her.

"Not yet," Abby replied. Although we could hear Peter and Trish upstairs, Abby asked what they were doing. "Peter's fucking her hard doggy style," I said.

"You saw them?" she asked.

"Yes, the door was open. They did say come see them after we're done. Anyway, I peeked in before getting the camera and stuff," I said.

"No wonder you're so hard," Abby said.

"I'm hard because I'm about to do the same thing to you," I said.

"Go ahead and setup the camera," she said.

Abby slid off the counter and quietly headed up the stairs.

While Abby was upstairs, I busied myself setting up the tripod near the table, getting the video recorder system plugged in and powered up, and I used where she had been seated to frame the shot through the video viewfinder. I inserted a new tape in the video recorder, ready to record whenever she got back. There were long strands and droplets of pre-cum dripping off the tip of my cock again.

She was only gone for a couple of minutes and yet, it seemed much, much longer. Too long.

I headed back up the stairs, looked in Abby's room (she wasn't there) and continued down the hallway. I got to the T-intersection just beyond the bathroom and looked to the right. Abby was standing there, looking through the open door into her brother's room as he fucked Trisha. Abby looked over and saw me as I approached her. I came up behind her, placed my hard cock against the small of her back, and wrapped my arms around Abby to bring her back against my abdomen and chest.

Yes, watching people fucking is very, very erotic. But, as I had already discovered, it seems much more erotic when you personally know the people. As I looked over Abby's left shoulder at Peter and Trish, I also looked down and saw just how much and how hard Abby's nipples were standing out. We didn't stay there long (probably less than a minute) before I gave Abby a slight tug with my arms to indicate that we should move away.

We didn't say a word until we reached the ground floor to re-enter the kitchen area.

Abby told me to start the recording and then to come over to her. Upstairs, it seemed to have gotten quiet after an apparent series of orgasms shared between Trish and Peter.

I walked into the view of the camera lens from the right and up to Abby, where we embraced and kissed for several minutes. The afterglow of the previous session and watching Peter and Trisha had transitioned over to the foreplay for this next session. I helped Abby back onto the countertop. I used my mouth to trace down over Abby's body, this time paying particular attention to her breasts and nipples before working my way down over her pubic mound and tasting her pussy with my mouth.

She was right, there wasn't a huge flow of my cum leaking out of her. It felt like I had shot a really large load into her. There certainly was some quantity that was leaking out and I could taste my cum mixed with her pussy juices. Abby leaned back to give me more access and, once again, draped her legs over my shoulders and down my back as I gently licked and sucked each square inch of her marvelous warm pussy. She had several orgasms as I licked and sucked her, and on the last one, she pulled her legs up behind my head and used her hands pulled me tightly against her pussy and didn't let me go until she had enough.

"You eat me so good," she said to me. "If we could bottle that and sell it, we'd be ga' zillionaires," she laughed as she was saying it. She sat upright, pulled me close to kiss me and then licked and sucked all her juices and my cum that was around my lips into hers. She commented on how lucky she felt that she had a guy who wasn't afraid of eating his own cum leaking out of her and sharing it.

Abby slid off the counter and dropped down to take my cock into her mouth. I was hard and dripping more precum out the end of my cock. But all the juices from my cumming in her earlier had dried. She was rewetting my cock to get that taste back. They were long, slow strokes with her mouth as she took in as much as she comfortably could into her mouth and throat without gagging. It wasn't about getting me to cum in her mouth. It was about getting me ready to slide my cock (back) into her; this time anally.

I hadn't noticed the small bowl sitting on the counter. It contained some butter that she had softened while I went upstairs to get the video equipment. A few seconds in the huge microwave oven (and they were huge at that time) was all it took to soften and melt some butter she had added to the bowl.

"You wanted to butter my buns," Abby said to me. "I want you to butter my buns with that...nice...thick...cock...of yours," accentuating each word with a pause. She took some of the softened butter and smeared it over my cock before turning around and leaning over with her hands and head on the counter. I took my cock and ran it over her butt cheeks near her crack, knowing that my primary target for the lubricating properties of the butter was being able to slide my cock into her ass. I would add more butter to my cock as I spread it around Abby's crack and her cheeks. I also took some butter to my fingers and started spreading in over and in her rosebud of her anus. As I did this, Abby spread her legs even further to allow me as much access as I needed to lubricate her and then to enter her.

Abby could be simple and direct when she was ready for me and this was no different.

"Fuck me in the ass with that big cock of yours. Fill me with your special breakfast cream sauce," she said. She reached back and guided me into her ass. Now, as lubricants go, butter wasn't too bad. There was more friction compared to our normal lubricant or even vegetable oil. But, between two practiced anal lovers like Abby and I, it had a nice friction to it, too. And so our stroking began.

In all our foreplay, I had forgotten about Trisha and Peter upstairs. Other than hearing the upstairs bathroom being used, it was quiet.

Abby wiggled her ass around and spread her legs further to give me deeper access to her ass. I added a little more butter once we really got going to keep us well lubricated. I would rhythmically stroke in and out of Abby for a bit and then change to a long, slow withdrawal before slamming my cock all the way into her ass. As always, I was reading what it was that felt good to the both of us.

I was in one of those rhythmic stroking periods when I thought I heard someone coming down the steps. I didn't stop because it could only be Peter or Trish (or both) coming downstairs. And we'd both already established that we were couples fucking in the house this morning without much concern about our privacy. I looked over to my left and saw Trisha and then Peter peer around the corner at Abby bent over holding the countertop and my cock in a constant, piston-like stroking in and out of Abby.

"Can we watch?" Trish asked quietly. Abby didn't look over at them, absorbed in the sensations of my cock stroking in and out of her ass. "Mmm-hmm" was her response and Trish and Peter moved around somewhere behind us to watch. Of course, they couldn't miss the fact that the video camera was recording all of this. Abby was working towards her next orgasm and from where Peter and Trish were positioned behind us and the camera, back and to our left, I heard Trish quietly say to Peter "I think he's in her ass."

Abby heard her and exclaimed "HE IS!" And with that Abby triggered her orgasm. I drove my cock into her ass as deeply as I could and held it there while she was cumming.

"SO...DEEP..." Abby was saying. I didn't know whether she meant how deep my cock was inside her, where she felt her orgasm, or both. I wasn't going to interrupt her to find out. It was always best to have her feel the entirety and intensity of her orgasm. I could always ask about it later. It lasted about 45 seconds before it finally released her and she was bent over even further holding onto the counter moaning "Ohhhh" with each breath. I started to change position. Abby stopped me. "No, stay right there," she told me. Behind us Peter and Trish were whispering to each other.

"Okay, lover, you can move now," Abby told me. I started pull out and resume a slow stroking motion.

"I'm not ready yet," Abby told me and I stopped stroking, leaving my cock in her ass. Trish started asking (off camera) questions of Abby about how big I was or felt inside her. After a short Q&A this way, Abby told her it was okay to come up beside us to see and ask questions. On the videotape, the image recorded Trish and Peter coming from off camera to stand beside Abby and I on our left.

I knew that Trish had seen my pictures...the ones that I had initially given to Catie and then to Abby after Catie's death. So, she knew what I looked like naked and with an erection. But now she (and Peter) were standing beside us seeing my cock inside Abby's ass from less than three feet away. I can't say that this was out of character for Abby as she had been similarly exhibitionist (and voyeuristic) with her girlfriends as if she was teaching a class in enemas and anal fucking and I was her teaching assistant. She certainly seemed unaware or unphased by her brother standing there (with his own erection) watching his sister being fucked in the ass.

Trish told us that she and Peter enjoyed anal sex but she wasn't sure she could take anything bigger in her ass.

"I didn't think so, either," Abby told her. "Especially the first time. But Sis raved about how good it felt. He was slow, so caring and gentle, so good that I gradually took all of him the first time. Any pain turned to pleasure and I love it."

I leaned forward and kissed her neck below her left ear and said "thank you, love."

She was ready for me to start stroking in and out of her again, though she suggested that a little more butter might be needed.

"I can put some more of my special cream sauce in you and use my own special butter churn to turn it into butter inside you," I said to Abby.

"You're so bad!" she replied with a laugh.

It felt both strange and familiar to have Trisha (and Peter) standing there beside Abby and I while I had my cock in Abby's ass. It was distracting and exciting all at the same time. It wasn't quite like what Abby and I had experienced on the beach previous day. For me, it was more like what I felt when Catie and I were in Minnesota when she and I were fucking in front of people we barely knew. They were watching at close range, sometimes touching and feeling as she and I fucked in front of them. It was this boundary of voyeurism and exhibitionism that was exciting to a point of distraction. Abby seemed at ease in this moment and I reminded myself to relax and to follow her lead.

I slowly pulled my hips back to withdraw my cock from Abby's ass. I looked over at Trish and Peter. Trish was pretty wide-eyed as I slowly slid out of Abby. Peter had a wide grin on his face as he watched my cock withdraw from Abby's ass. At last, the head of my cock was visible with only tip just engaging her anus. I pulled my cock away from Abby's ass, leaned over, and whispered a question in Abby's right ear. "Do you think she should butter me up?"

"Yeah," Abby replied so quietly that it was barely audible to me.

I stood up, my cock hanging out there in the space between Abby and I, and reached with my right hand to grasp the little bowl with the softened butter. I transferred the bowl from my right hand to my left and turned towards Trisha and Peter. "Would you like to do the honors?" I asked of Trisha. Abby told her that it was okay. Trisha looked over at Peter without asking a question.

"Go ahead," Peter said to Trish. Peter stepped around and behind Trish to get to her left side and he was facing more towards me. He was hard and erect again, too. For Abby, looking to her left while she was bent over like this, she had a prime view of his hard cock at her eye level.

Trisha hesitated a moment before dipping her fingers into the bowl to get some of the softened butter on her fingers and hand. She placed the bowl back on the countertop before she brought her hand to the tip of my cock. She barely touched it with the butter being the separating layer between her hand and fingers and my cock. She let her fingers lightly slide over the top of my cock to further spread the butter. Her caution was palpable.

"It's okay," I said. "It won't break."

Abby giggled hearing me say that. Trisha looked up, smiled, and then grasped my cock more firmly to slowly spread the butter on her fingers and hand over my cock. Her hand now grasped me more firmly and with more certainty as she deftly rubbed and lubricated my cock.

"That's better," I said. With my cock in her right hand, she was slowly and firmly stroking the entire length of my cock.

"How do you like it?" Peter asked Trish.

"He's got a nice cock, too," she replied. She turned her head and leaned his way to share a kiss with him. As they broke their kiss, she reached across in front of Peter and dipped the fingers of her left hand into the butter bowl. She firmly grasped Peter's cock with her left hand and started stroking him, too. From where I stood, Peter's cock wasn't much smaller than mine when he was hard and erect. Trisha looked down at the two cocks in her hands, the butter melting and being spread by her hands to our cocks. She played with the way she was stroking us; sometimes in unison base to tip and back to base and sometimes in parallel opposition like she was sliding a pipe over our cocks where her hand would be at the base of my cock and at the tip of Peter's before reversing direction. It felt wonderful to me and Peter looked like he was enjoying it to.

Trisha stroked us for only a couple of minutes. She looked up, closed her eyes, a slight smile upon her face before experiencing a small shudder and quivering. Her breathing changed and quickened as she had a standing orgasm with our cocks more tightly grasped in her hands.

When her orgasm subsided, Peter asked "Is it as good as you imagined?"

"Mmmm, yes," Trish practically purred.

Abby, who was still bent over and watching what she could from this position, spoke up and said to Trish "I'm ready. Go ahead and guide him back into my ass."

Trish looked up at me as I stepped up to Abby. She released Peter from her left hand and moved so that she could see where she was aligning tip of my cock to slide back into Abby's ass. Trisha's hand was just a guide and as I slide through Abby's asshole, Trish gradually opened her fingers and released my cock until she had only her thumb and one finger wrapped around my cock. I reached down to her hand and told her to keep her finger and thumb wrapped around my cock for a moment to feel me slide in and out of Abby's ass. Of course, this placed Trisha's hand against Abby's ass and her crack and, as I pressed into Abby, her fingers at Abby's asshole. I rotated and varied my hip angle to open Abby back up while I slid through the finger ring that Trish was providing.

"Is that what you had in mind, dear?" I asked Abby,

"Mmmm....Oh,....Yes," Abby replied.

"I'll take it from here," I told Trisha. Trisha let go of my cock and I took Abby by her hips and picked up the pace and intensity of my stroking. Trish reached back with her left hand and took Peter's cock in her hand and stroked him as they both watched my fuck Abby in the ass at close range. This was not going to take me long to cum in Abby (again). I realized that, like for me, this was a really erotic scene for Peter and the combination of Trish stroking his cock and watching Abby and I fucking (anal fucking at that) was going to take him over the edge, too.

In the meantime Abby was also vocalizing her delight in being fucked this way. She was holding onto the counter with her left hand while she was fingering herself with her right.

"You're getting close," Abby said to me between her moans.

"Yes!" I said without interrupting a stroke.

"Trish, you want to feel something neat and help him (referring to me) cum in me?" Abby asked. That got Trisha's attention. Abby told Trisha to slide one or two fingers into my rectum and go nice and deep with them. Once inside, she should slide them around inside me along the rectal walls.

"When he gets ready to cum, you should feel him tighten up around your finger or fingers. Keep them inside and use your remaining fingers and the palm of your hand to gently hold and squeeze his balls while he's cumming," Abby said. It was essentially the same type of instruction she had given her friends if they wanted to feel me cumming inside of them or inside of one of her/their friends. Abby certainly loved feeling me cum inside her this way. Not only could she feel the pulsing of my cock inside her, but she could feel my cumming through her fingers.

Trisha released Peter's cock to move a little further behind me and to my left. Peter moved around behind both her and I (to watch?) off to the right. I felt Trisha's hand at my left butt cheek as her index finger tried to find my hole. I was still stroking Abby and realized that I should probably stop, lean over Abby, and allow her an easier, unmoving target.

I relaxed as much as I could to allow her finger to slide into me. It didn't slide so much as it was that she was pressing her finger into me.

"Hold on, Miss Butterfingers. I think you need some more butter on those fingers," I said.

With a chuckle, Trisha reached for the bowl and brought it back to her so that she could lubricate her fingers with the softened butter. She placed the bowl back on the countertop and pressed her finger into me once again. This time, it slipped into me much easier and, once inside me, she wiggled her finger around and traced the inside tissue wall with her finger tip. Once her finger seemed to be all the way inside me, I stood more upright and started stroking Abby's ass again.

"Mmmmm, that feels good," I said, as I continued to stroke into Abby. I told Trish where to aim her finger inside me to give me the best sensations. "Like your finger is trying to feel the center of my back or your finger is trying to reach towards my belly button," I said. They were and are different sensations for me and both are intensely pleasurable. She slowly withdrew her finger as I continued my stroking.

"Bend over, again. Let's try two fingers," she said. I stopped stroking into Abby and leaned over her back to give better access to my asshole to be stretched open using two fingers. At that time in my life, taking two fingers was a "small stretch" and three fingers were a bit more challenging for me to take and I told Trisha that.

"Oh, I bet you can take more than that," Trisha said to me. "We'll start with an index finger from each hand." I felt the sensation of two fingers pressed against my buttered asshole and then the pressure of them sliding into me. My sense of the way the fingers entered me was one on top of the other, oriented *vertically.* It was certainly the easiest way to stretch the anal muscle ring open to get the index fingers in.

A moment later I felt the two fingers align side-by-side because it was a different *horizontal* stretching stretching sensation. I was still leaning over Abby's back, my cock about halfway in her ass as this anal probing was taking place.

"So, you like it up here," Trisha said as I felt the fingering of the back wall (now top wall) of my rectum.

"Mmm-hmm. Careful with the nails," I said as I became aware of a fingernail running along that inner surface.

"Sorry," she said. "And down here." I felt the pressure switch to front, now bottom side, of my rectum.

"Mmmmm! That's my prostate," I said. It felt really good with two fingers more or less working independent of each other to rub me there. I knew from experience that I could certainly be "milked" from this type of stimulation. I stood part way up and began stroking in and out of Abby's ass again. That stroking added to the sensation of the fingers sliding in and out of my ass and impacting my prostate. I knew that I had gotten even harder with this anal stimulation and it wasn't going to take me long to go over the edge. As I was getting closer to my orgasm, Abby was braced against the counter with one hand and reaching between her legs to stimulate her clitoris with the other.

I slowed down the stroking pace so that they were more forceable and deliberate into Abby's ass. Sort of over my shoulder I asked, "Are you ready to feel me cum in Abby's ass?"

"Oh, yes," was Trisha's reply.

"Sweetie, are you ready for me to cum in your ass?" I asked Abby.

"Fill my ass," was her very direct response.

"The HERE," I said with a very hard and deep stroke up into Abby's rectum. Then with a long withdrawal,

"I," with another hard and deep stroke. Another slower withdrawal because I knew on the next stroke there was no turning back.

"CUM!" and I slammed my cock all the way into and up Abby's ass. That's a;; it took for Abby, too. Abby reached to grab my balls. I felt Trisha's hand wrap around them, too.

I felt that first big pressurized squirt out of my cock ready to fire. And as it did, I announced:

"OH, GOD! I'M CUMMING!"