Chapter 1

I was in my favorite spot. We have a finished basement, complete with a fireplace, a big-screen TV, carpet, a dropped ceiling ... well, you get the point. There is also a bathroom with a shower.

It’s amazing what you can learn about sabotaging some plumbing when you work in the trades. I didn’t do anything to that bathroom. I did it to the one upstairs. I fixed it so there wasn’t much water pressure in the tub. Thus ... nobody takes a shower up there. We all use the one in the basement.

In the way of sabotage in the basement, I did a few things. I messed with lights and light switches. I fixed it so only certain ones would operate. There were only two lights that I left working. One was in the stairwell. The other was in the bathroom. I didn’t mess with any wall sockets though.

Oh, yeah, I put a brighter bulb in the bathroom, and a dimmer one in the stairwell. There was a good reason for both. I also disconnected the exhaust fan in the bathroom.

I know what you’re going to ask, so I’ll tell you how it went down.

I sat on the couch which is on the opposite wall from both the bathroom and the stairwell. Even with those two lights on, you would have a hard time seeing anyone sitting on it. There I waited, but not for long.

Right on cue, I heard the footsteps on the stairs. My twin sisters were headed for the bathroom. I had assumed that they looked around the house to see where I was, and didn’t find me. When they don’t find me, they assume that I am out somewhere. Thinking that I am NOT in the house, they are usually completely naked by the time they get to the door of the bathroom. That’s why I sit in my favorite spot.

Now, I am not completely stupid. I know that if I sit in the dark when the bathroom door is closed, even with the dim light over the stairs, I would have to adjust my sight when they open the door. I covered that base. I had the remote in my hand.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, I turned the TV on. I had already set the volume to mute, so they wouldn’t hear anything. As soon as the door opened, I would hit the button again to turn it off.

I didn’t just twiddle my thumbs or play with my dick while I waited, either. I got busy as soon as I heard them close the shower door. I got up and went to the door. I listened for a minute, then turned the knob. (I made sure the handle and the hinges were well oiled.) There was no rush of cold air coming in because I turned the AC off too.

I stuck my head through and saw their silhouettes through the shower door. That’s when I realized my suspicion was right. They were hugging and kissing in there. While they were busy, I leaned in just enough to grab the towels they took in there with them, then replaced them with smaller ones. I slipped out, then went back to the couch and waited. It turned out to be well worth the wait.

“Jenna, we grabbed the wrong towels. These look like hand towels,” Terrie said. I could hear her even with the door closed.

“That’s ok,” Terrie said. “We’ll just go up like this. Mom and Mark aren’t home.”

Just then, they opened the door and came out. They were doing their best to dry off with the small towels. They stood right outside the door as they did.

“This is ok, as long as they didn’t come home while we were in there,” Jenna said. “This way, we’ll already be naked when we get in bed.”

“Yeah,” Terrie said. “Then you’d better finish what you started in there.”

Jenna put her arms around her sister. “There is a couch down here, unless there’s not enough room on it. We can lie on the floor then.”

Doesn’t it just figure? Just as they were headed for the couch, my stomach rumbled. They heard it and stopped.

“Mom?” One of them said.

“Mark?” the other one said.

“Right on the second one,” I said, as I hit the remote and brightened up the basement.

“What the hell?” Jenna said, as they both tried to cover up with those small towels. “What are you doing? Did you take our towels?”

I couldn’t very well lie, because the towels lay right next to me. I lay my hand on them.

“You mean these?”

“What are you doing down here?” Terrie asked. “We thought you were gone.”

“I never left. I’ve been waiting for you two.”

They must have forgotten about the towels. They even dropped the other ones to their sides. They just stared at me.

“Ok, I get it,” Jenna said. “You’ve been waiting to see your sisters naked. Well, here we are. Are you happy now?” She raised her hands and turned all the way around.

“Nice ass, sis.”

“What is it that you want, Mark?”

“Just to look. I’m happy just looking.”

“You have some more material for when you jack off now. Am I right?”

“Well ... yes.”

“Ok, smart ass. Would you want some more?” Terrie asked.

“Terrie. What are you doing?” Jenna asked.

“I’m giving our big brother something to jack off to. Get your phone out, Mark. You’re going to take some pictures.”

“TERRIE?”

“Don’t worry, sis. He’s going to get what he wants, and so are we. He knows we’re lovers now. I’ve heard that guys really get off watching two women get it on. We were going to do it anyway.”

“But, in front of our brother?”

“Yes.” She turned to me. “If I ever hear about you showing those pictures to anyone else,...”

“From here to a special folder on my computer,” I said.

“Ok. Get up. We need the couch.”

I got up, then they sat down. At first, Jenna didn’t want to do anything. Terrie insisted by playing with her tits, then kissing her. Pretty soon, they were going at each other hot and heavy. I know that Jenna climaxed twice. I’m not sure about Terrie. When they parted, I started looking at the pictures. Even in a darkened room, they came out pretty good.