"Never," Becky said. Then she grinned. "That is, I won't if you keep pissing on me when I'm asleep."

"You liked it, Becky," Julie said.

"I'd like it better when I'm awake," her daughter said, and flicked her fingertip at the head of her brother's cock, then ran out before he could slap at her bare ass.

"Time for breakfast, Mom," he said, rubbing the head of his cock where his sister had flipped it.

"I guess we have to feed you," she said, "if your sister and I intend to keep that thing hard, don't we?"

Julie wore a half robe as she prepared breakfast. She left it unbelted, knowing her son wanted to see her body. As she sipped her coffee, watching her twins, she tried to understand her feelings. Not her feelings about fucking the twins – that was the best of all – but her pleasure in using her mouth was not as intense as it had been. Since her son had fucked her, she would just as soon have his cock in her cunt as mouth. Either place was okay with her now. Her pleasure seemed just as great no matter where he put his beautiful young prick.

The biggest surprise of all was the enjoyment of pissing.

It was a delicious surprise, too. Feeling her daughter piss into her face, tasting it, had been one of her greatest of all sensations. The fact that Becky, too, enjoyed it helped increase her desires. Ben, apparently, didn't mind pissing at all. It was so perverse, so wickedly perverse, Julie shivered with a good feeling.

Becky had slipped into a pair of frilly panties, and Ben wore white Jockey shorts. Things were happening so fast, none of them had become accustomed to being completely naked before the others yet. Eventually, Julie felt, she and her twins would become indoor nudists. In the meantime, it excited her to see them wear something – not much, but something. She had always found it delightful to see men wearing nothing but Jockey shorts. It emphasized that wonderful bulge of cock and balls. She found it more arousing, too, seeing her daughter wear a tight pair of panties.