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Ah, Christmastime. Everyone loves Christmas, don’t they? I know I do, my sister Abbie does too. My whole family does. There’s something about it that just sparks joy.I didn’t even complain when we all packed up and carted off to Auntie Jackie’s large townhouse for a few days. It was close enough to travel in on Christmas morning but my parents wanted the full family Christmas – the whole extended family was there and with my younger siblings in full “Oh my God SANTA!” mode, it made sense.I was well acquainted with Auntie Jackie and Uncle Ron’s house, especially the Uncle Ron part, since our camping holiday in the summer. I’d been there a lot anyway but let’s just say there have been extra visits away from prying eyes. Fun visits, visits that involve my panties being slid off by Ron and tasting that glorious cock of his. Visits that no one knows about, except for Jackie.Not just Jackie. My sister Abbie is aware of them too. She’s only a couple of years younger than me, at eighteen and we are close. We always have been and we happily share details of our sex lives. Some might call it weird but we think nothing of it. She’s just as filthy as I am and I love hearing the details. We’ve even helped each other with underwear choices for dates so yeah, that’s me and Abbie. Horndogs and proud of it!We take after our Aunt and Uncle, who are both swingers and are at pains to hide it from the rest of the family.We arrived on Christmas Eve, in matching Christmas jumpers, skirts, and Santa hats and looking just properly dead cute. Christmas Eve is always fun, lots of drinking for us older cousins and it goes by in the blink of an eye as we catch up with folks and watch the younger ones run around excitedly. It’s a fun day but it’s tiring, so tiring that I was happy to go to bed.Abbie and I had been placed right at the top of the townhouse, on the fourth floor next to Jackie’s home office – she works from home occasionally so set herself up with a proper workspace.‘I’ve put you gals right out the way, hope you don’t mind https://escortium.org but I needed you two in that room,’ she had said – winking at us with the last sentence.I knew exactly why and didn’t need to be told. The fourth-floor room was Jackie’s special room, the room where she films herself fucking younger men. The same room that I’ve spent many an evening fucking Ron. It’s a weird rule that they have, their marital bed is for them and them alone. Any guests stay upstairs. It’s a large bedroom, with a closet on one end and a small ensuite shower room and toilet next to it.Abbie giggled as she shut the door behind us. ‘She really wants to keep all this secret doesn’t she?’ Her deep-set blue eyes were wide with amusement. We have the same build and could easily wear each other’s clothes. We’re both slightly built – petite some would call it – and Abbie wore her black hair long. Today she had it in pigtails, tied right the way down her back.I giggled too as I opened the suitcases and found the other family Christmas Eve tradition. Christmas pajamas that we had to wear. Heaven forbid we wake up early without them! I threw Abbie hers and undressed to put mine on. It was a light green cotton nightie that had an elf design on it, matching with Abbie. To be fair, she looked good wearing it. Abbie had that way of making everything look good, but she was adamant I did so there we go.‘You know this room then?’ I asked with an innocent tone to my voice. Abbie responded by pulling her tongue out at me. ‘What goes on here Abbie, tell me.’ I giggled and flopped onto the bed, starfish style.‘You know exactly what happens here,’ she said pulling open the drawers of the dressing-table that sat next to the bed. ‘We fuck our Uncle Ron a lot.’She looked me straight in the eye. I burst out laughing.‘Yeah and I have no regrets,’ I said.‘Nor me,’ she said.Abbie started to nose through all the drawers now. Auntie Jackie had not taken the time to hide anything. We came across numerous sex toys, cock rings, lubes, blindfolds, whips. Anything she might need. We giggled through it all. Naturally, we had to turn on half the stuff, seeing how it felt against our skin.‘She really is a filthy mare isn’t she?’ I said as put all of them back and opened her closet up. ‘And she must have known we’d go looking.’‘Well I’m glad that we’re able to meet up to her expectations then,’ said Abbie who was fascinated with the clothing. ‘God, I wish we were the same size as her,’ she said as she pulled a French maids costume off the rack and held it against her body. ‘This will be far too big.’I nodded. I felt the same. Auntie Jackie was a much curvier lady and I had my eye on trying on one of the satin negligees I had found in the drawer but it would have swamped me and been unflattering. And the fishnet bodysuit? Another no-go.‘Aw, this would have been great to try too!’ She pulled a leather bra, thong, and boots she had found almost pinned together.‘Imagine that with the whip!’ I said.‘Dominatrix Jackie.’‘Ooh,’ my eye was caught by a camera towards the back of the closet. ‘The infamous camera.’‘Bet that’s seen some sights.’‘Abbie, there’s a laptop behind it.’Abbie lunged past me and grabbed it. ‘Think this has the videos on here?’‘It’s likely, why else would you hide a laptop?’‘Precisely. Want to look?’I thought for a split second. A flashback of Jackie holding the handheld camera as I, dressed in Abbie’s old school uniform, gave Ron a long lingering blowjob. I put it out of my mind. We could skip that one. ‘Too right,’ I said.Abbie brought it out and set it up on the bed and put it on. She was right, every video was on there. She pressed play on the first video. It was Jackie on all fours being fucked from behind so loudly that Abbie had to find the volume button to turn it down immediately.‘Woah,’ I said and climbed on the bed behind her to watch. I ended up spooning her from behind, my arms around my sister’s body as we skipped through the collection of sex videos filmed by my Aunt and Uncle.‘I know right, so fucking hot.’ Abbie squirmed in my arms until she was fully comfortable. One hand on the laptop ready to skip to the next video.‘Abs,’ I whispered in her ear. ‘Just as a warning, you might come across me. Just skip it.’ My heart pounded as I spoke, fearful of judgment.‘I will,’ she whispered back. ‘We’ll skip mine too if you don’t mind.’My stomach stopped turning round into knots and fluttered excitedly. I should have expected that result. We kept watching longer on each clip, Abbie no longer wanting to skip after five seconds. The videos were lasting longer, seemingly having more setup. We watched the pair of them getting fucked in all sorts of positions, with all sorts of people.We watched them have a foursome with two around their age. We watched the same faces coming back time and time again. There was a young man who was a fan of Jackie in her office gear. We came across Abbie in some gorgeous lingerie. She was dressed in a see-through white bra and matching panties and was lying on her back as if she was waiting for her lover.In my arms, I felt Abbie tense before she hurriedly pressed next. ‘Fuck you looked so hot,’ I whispered in her ear. I had started to feel horny, my panties had turned damp and I was going to need a release that night. It had gone too far.The next video was my school uniform one. It was my turn for my body to tense up. ‘So do you,’ she said as she turned around slightly and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.We carried on watching. The next video was Jackie in a ball-gown and the familiar young man in a tux – alongside what I presumed was his best mate. As we watched Jackie on fours being spit-roasted, I felt Abbie’s hand slide her nightdress up and down into her panties. I felt my heart thumping in my chest, almost bursting out as Abbie started to masturbate. Fuck, I needed to too.To say I was turned on would be an understatement. My breathing had turned shallow and my head was running all over the place. The noises from the laptop mixed in with Abbie’s groans and I needed more. I kissed the side of my sister’s cheek. She stopped for a brief moment. ‘Carry on,’ I whispered.
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