Hank and Gary to bed, Lil to her vibrator

Lil shared a naked group hug with her father and brother. The men were sweating, having made two quick runs to mutual orgasm, taking turns as top and bottom for anal intercourse.

"Wow," Lil said. "You're gonna have to tell me why you picked Billy Royce, Gary."

Gary made a sound halfway between a sigh and a grunt.

"Tomorrow," Hank said. "Time for everyone to go to bed, for real."

"Okay," Lil said. "That was all, ah, I mean. Yeah, I better go to bed."

Hank chuckled. He stepped back from the group hug. "Sweet dreams. Sleep well." He opened Gary's bedroom door, stepped into the upstairs hall, and closed it on Gary and his sister.

Lil looked at Gary, then down at the towel which had caught Hank's load when Gary was up Dad's ass, and then Gary's load after Dad had turned things around.

"I won't ask you to pinch me, Gary," Lil said. "But I didn't see this coming."

Gary nodded. "You were asleep when Mom and Dad showed up in the middle of the party. But it was kinda sudden."

"Did Mom have something to do with it?" Lil asked.

Gary looked a little shamefaced. "Yeah. We were all in the shower, and Mom..."

Lil raised her hand. "Say no more," she said. "Mom?"

Gary nodded. "Yeah, Mom." He chuckled.

Lil giggled. "I always thought Mom was really a brazen slut. Her pictures from college, you know? And the way Mom and Sally Walker talk on the phone? But she tried so hard to hide it. Too hard. Manage us. You know?"

Gary shrugged. "I mean she didn't try that hard with me. But I kinda kept Sharon away from her so there wouldn't be trouble. She loves Bernie. Even more now."

"Yeah, I kind of hid things with Steve until we were breaking up," Lil said. "You gotta tell me the Billy Royce story. Why were you imagining it was my favorite favorite rock star taking your load?"

Gary swayed on his feet. "Ask Dad tomorrow. About the cruise. Billy Royce was on board. But I'm dead on my feet."

"On board?" Lil said. "If they knew and didn't tell me," she fumed, then sighed. "Yeah. I'll ask Dad, not Mom, so Mom doesn't try and manage me. Anyway, you look dead on your feet for tonight. But invite me to any parties you go to. I loved watching. I loved watching you. Again and again and again."

Gary broke up into a laugh. "Yeah. I'm shot dry and falling asleep on my feet and my butthole hurts."

Lil laughed. "Good night, Gary," she said. She kissed his cheek and bent down to roll up the soiled towel from the floor. She raised her head. "That was hot watching you and Dad. I had no idea." She shook her head. "It was realer than real."

Gary picked up Lil's discarded blanket from his desk chair and arranged it over her shoulders.

She smiled at Gary. "Good night," she whispered as she closed his bedroom door. She tiptoed down the hall, stopping in the bathroom to tuck the towel into the dirty laundry hamper. She drank a glass of water and brushed her teeth. Bedtime.

One more little jill-off ought to send her off into dreamland, Lil thought. She reached from her bed to the night table. Did I leave my vibe downstairs? she wondered. Where's my other vibe? Or should I just go to sleep?

A question popped up in her mind. Gary's girlfriend was going to stay over, wasn't she? She wasn't in Gary's room. She wasn't in Lil's room.

Lil sat up in bed and frowned.

"Wait. Where's Bernie Bernstein?"