A Baumgartner reunion

I was alone in the house-everyone had decided to go for ice cream, but I’d decided I didn’t want to be in the same car with Janie. Even if I wanted to believe it was all going to work out, I didn’t think I needed to put myself in harm’s way or volunteer for any further abuse. And I knew, just from the way Janie bristled when I came downstairs that morning after spending the night in Gretchen’s room-without Gretchen, incidentally, who had given me a sheepish smile when she came out of the Baumgartner’s bedroom in the morning-that Janie was still angry about the night before.

So I didn’t expect Henry to be in the bathroom. I probably would have just opened the door without even thinking, but I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror through the crack in the door-it was slightly ajar. He was standing there completely naked, his cock hard in his hand, with a pair of pink panties pressed to his face.

I knew they were panties, because I recognized the “Hello Kitty” on them-Janie had been wearing them last night when she’d shown us her tattoo.

Frozen, I stood there and watched as he lazily stroked himself, eyes closed, totally oblivious to my presence. He inhaled deeply, groaning softly, his hand moving faster up and down his cock.

I shrank back, my stomach clenching, afraid he’d find me here watching him. But I didn’t turn and go. I didn’t. I couldn’t figure out why Henry was home-

he’d left with everyone else to get ice cream, I thought. He knew I was out swimming… maybe he’d come back to have some time alone? To do…this? I stared as he wrapped the panties around the base of his cock, stroking himself now with the silky material.

He’s a young man, I reminded myself, swallowing hard. A wind blows and they get hard. It’s biological. But those were Janie’s panties. His sister’s panties.

That was just…wrong. All kinds of wrong. And still, I didn’t move. I didn’t barge in and ask him just what in the hell he thought he was doing. I didn’t turn and walk away. I stood in the doorway and watched, feeling an ache swelling between my legs. I didn’t move until Henry stopped, giving a quick, guilty look toward the door, and then moved to open it. Quickly, as silently as I could, I slipped into Gretchen’s room and hid behind the door.

I peeked between the crack in the door and saw him head to his room. He pushed the door open and then swung it behind him, but it didn’t latch. Now what? I knew I should just go take a shower and pretend nothing had happened, but somehow I couldn’t. The memory of him standing behind the cabana, watching his sister be fucked… and now this, seeing him masturbating with a pair of his sister’s panties… what was going on?

I crept down the hall, just inches at a time. His door was open, just slightly ajar and I stopped there with a good view of Henry stretched out on his bed, his fist pumping his cock with furious enthusiasm. I stood there, undecided, knowing what he was doing was wrong-and what I was doing was even more wrong. But I couldn’t stop.

My god, he was beautiful. He was like a younger version of Doc, tall and broad and tanned, like some gorgeous Greek god, his dark hair tousled and a little too long, hanging over his forehead. His cock…oh no, I shouldn’t be thinking it, should most definitely not be wanting it like I was… such a gorgeous thing, standing straight up, the pink panties making the red tip of his cock look even darker.

“Ohhhh yeah,” Henry moaned, squeezing his fist tight, and I saw a slow, sweet seep of pre-cum flow out onto his sister’s panties. “Oh god, Janie, suck me, baby, suck it good…”

My belly tightened at his words. Knowing he had his sister’s panties was one thing-I mean, even I could rationalize that in some way. The smell of pussy was…well…intoxicating. But knowing that he was actually fantasizing about Janie, picturing her sucking his cock? That was something else altogether.

And still I didn’t go. Instead, I found my hand pressed between my legs, cupping my aching mound as I watched him. The head of his cock played peek-a-boo with the satin of his sister’s panties. The glistening tip wept continually, soaked up by the silky material that grew darker and darker with every pump of Henry’s hand.

“Yeah, I want your pussy,” he murmured, his head going from side to side, his hips thrusting up. “Spread it. Oh god yeah. Fuck me, Janie. Yeah!” Oh god. This was so wrong. My fingers slipped under the wet crotch of my suit, seeking the heat of my pussy, watching as Henry reached next to him on the night table for a bottle of baby oil. Mrs. B had a ton of the stuff around to use for tanning…but this clearly wasn’t the first time Henry had done this. He let several fat drops fall onto the naked head of his cock before putting it back on the table.

“Oh god, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he eased his cock through the tight press of his fist. With his other hand he brought her panties to his face again and inhaled the scent of her deeply. “Janie…Janie…ohhhh…”