"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" Sandy groaned.

As the pair on the bed convulsed in the throes of their orgasms, dejected Maureen slipped back to her own room.

Lying on her bed again, her breath coming in deep gulps, Maureen had to convince herself that she had really watched her brother fucking his wife. The memory of the scene made her heart pound. It had also set her to thinking about her nephew, Stevie. She had to admit to herself now that she'd been thinking about him for along time.

She was going to masturbate again, there was no question about that. After witnessing Hal and Sandy fucking, there was no way Maureen could get to sleep without at least a few orgasms. She decided that this time she needed something more substantial than her fingers, something that would be more like a cock in the way it stretched the mouth of her cunthole. Her mind raced through all the possibilities, and then she finally giggled and slipped on her robe to go to the kitchen. She knew exactly what she wanted, and sure enough it was there in the refrigerator.

Out of the vegetable box she removed a large cucumber. Hiding it under her robe, she quickly returned to her room and locked the door. She felt a little silly creeping around in the middle of the night with a cucumber, but there was nothing silly about the yearning in her cunt! If she didn't get something in there soon, she'd go crazy!

The problem was to get the cucumber warm. She decided to risk going back into the bathroom again. Thankfully, Hal and Sandy seemed fast asleep, and Maureen softly closed the door to their room and set about warming the cucumber with some hot water from the sink.

Back in her bed again, she began teasing her cunt with the blunt end of the cucumber. The vegetable was about the size and shape of a large cock, maybe even a bit too large, and she shivered with anticipation of how it would feel inside her pussy.