Janet was apprehensive. Her ex-husband had told them the truth. She couldn't say no. Just about anyone could manipulate her. She didn't want to be hurt, especially sexually. She didn't even want to be degraded or humiliated. It just happened that way. If someone understood that part of her personality, they could use her for any purpose they wanted.

She was passive, she allowed it. She experienced pleasure when she was degraded, humiliated. She didn't want to feel pleasure, but that was the way it was, and she couldn't do anything about it. Her husband knew that, and now the twins knew it.

Monday, Barry would fuck his sister, and Janet couldn't prevent it from happening. She couldn't talk to them, let them know she had watched the night before, listened to what they said. They would fuck each other, and Janet knew she would be trying to watch, unable to stop herself or the fucking.

Monday. Five more days.

She tried to read, but her attention wouldn't focus. There was too much distraction.

Shari and Barry were wrestling on the floor, and even when Barry kicked a figurine from a small, fragile table, shattering it, Janet couldn't say anything. Barry had sent her a glance, but she flushed and pretended to be too absorbed in her book to even notice the breaking sound it made.

Barry wore cut-off jeans and nothing else. Shari had on a pair of her extremely tight shorts and a boy's shirt. Janet watched as Barry let his sister pin him to the floor and climb on top of him. But instead of sitting on his stomach, Shari spread her body on top of her brother, and Janet noticed her tight, little ass moving, grinding. Barry had his arms about his sister's waist, and he was pushing his cock up at her gently moving crotch.

My God, Janet thought. They're almost fucking right in front of me! Shari is rubbing her cunt on his cock, and if they didn't have clothes on, Barry's cock would be poking at his sister's cunt.