Watch a movie and stay the night?

Deciding to text your Mum and stay the night felt good, padding naked into the living room behind Sara's still erect Father and trailed by Cole, holding drinks.

The girls went upstairs to clear up the girl's bedroom as they claimed to have very little exposed floorspace with all of their possessions still exploded from their usual resting places by a recent and literal wardrobe change.

The three of you sit splayed out across the various furniture. Arrayed to make them all visible, at least peripherally, while still watching the tv. It was lucky there was no prohibition against hard-ons or wanking here, because nothing would go unnoticed.

The drinks start going down and a decently sexy film was playing. You feel strangely normal at first, commenting on the film, taking glugs at the perfect time to miss key info, and making baleful, comradely eye contact with each other at the display of beautiful women.

It wasn't until the third reappearance of the most stunning of a dazzling horde prompted Cole to describe a past sexual encounter that the scene reminded him of, that you felt your dick, erect, slap your forearm as you unfolded it to take a drink. At any other time in your life, this adrenaline rush from being so exposed and horny would have been accompanied by -instead of the relief you wantonly crave- a life-alteringly embarrassing episode.

There was no way your mother could possibly have the chill required to accept masturbation amongst your habits, and you doubted she ever had herself, despite the provocative dressing style all your sisters and mother shared, you'd never got the vibe that they were perverts who wanted to masturbate constantly like you, or -it turns out- your girlfriend or her family. It was rough living with a brother, two sisters, and a mother and father when private time is your most valued commodity. Fate had made it your most limited commodity, as well.

But here, now, you had real freedom.

So instead of being shy or denying your surging cock, you spread your legs and lean back more comfortably and listen to the two now masturbating men turn each other on reminiscing and stroking themselves openly while keeping their eyes on the movie.

Joining them, you let the women on the screen and the lurid tales you're hearing blend in your head as your cock rises for your next orgasm. You can feel it on the horizon but it won't be hard to hold off. After all, Sara's Dad is next to you and he hasn't cum all evening.

It's at this relaxed moment that the girl's footsteps become audible down the hall and another surge of panicked adrenaline flushes your system, but again you have no need to fear, here.

You can keep stroking your cock no matter who sees as long as you're here.

Paradise.

The girls walk in with the room upstairs fit for a guest to lay eyes on, and park themselves variously about the room, with Tamara on the rug on all fours looking up at the tv.

Legs slightly spread and hips slightly raised on a cushion, her pussy and flawless arsehole were the focus of your attention.

Sara slipping in next to you hardly shifted your eyes, but if you'd looked, you'd know that she was staring at Tamara's holes too.

It wasn't long before the movie ended butthe group's momentum carried you over, masturbating through the credits and no one shifting to turn the tv off and start the bedttime exodus, instead teetering each on the edge of huge orgasms.

"Fuck!" Shouted Sara suddenly. "It's so fucking hot to show you this! I can't believe we let you in!"