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This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home. This installment ran longer than I had anticipated. Because I thought it was really too long for a Literotica short story, I wound up splitting it into three parts. Also, at the time I am writing this, I am still working on the ending to this chapter. I figured this would let me get chunks of the story online so you would have a chance to read it now. ***** Hope went to work the next morning, and I wasted little time getting my laptop set up and connected to the internet. I started watching the video feeds from the point that I had last seen them at the house—the day after Aunt Cathy and my cousins had arrived. I watched those huge-breasted women as they showered in my bathroom, jerking off until I came twice. There was a ton of fascinating footage leading up to the New Year's Eve party. I found myself sitting up and listening closely to a lot of very informative conversation. I had completely missed it when I was there, but things were not going well between Colleen and Dave. When she was drunk, particularly, she seemed convinced that their relationship was doomed. My parents were both contemplating retirement. They discussed their financial situation at length, and that was boring as hell. Still, it looked like they might have a retirement party over the spring. Aunt Cathy joined in some of that conversation. She was wistful but happy for them. I regretted that I had not installed cameras looking into the living room or my own bedroom at the house. I knew I was missing out on Aunt Cathy sleeping on the couch and giving a blowjob in my bedroom. I watched Danielle stumble into Hope's bedroom. Her huge breasts were mesmerizing as she staggered over to the bed and plopped down. She was not wearing a bra under that dress, and every movement caused her breasts to wobble and sway. Danielle flopped onto her back and pulled her stocking-clad feet up onto the bed. One of the cameras was basically centered on her pussy as she lay there and moved her knees from side to side. I heard her mumble, "Wow. I am drunk!" A few minutes later, she got up and turned off the light. It was about fifteen minutes later that Hope and I came in and turned on the light. I don't know why I had felt guilty about looking at Danielle while she slept. I guess it was the fear of getting caught doing it "live". I had been spying on my parents and sisters for years without feeling guilty about it. I felt none of that guilt now, and started stroking my hard cock as I zoomed in on her sweet little panty-clad pussy. A little more time went by and my eyes were drawn to the panel showing the front room of the house. There had been a bunch of guests in that room, but I saw Annette standing in her panties. "Wow," I breathed. She looked absolutely amazing standing there like that. I backed up the footage and watched her undress for bed before she pulled on her flannel pajamas. Then she opened the sliding doors and stepped out. Minutes later, I saw myself walking in with her and Aunt Cathy. I had to shake my head when I saw my aunt in that diaphanous black gown. Unbelievable. Then I watched myself stripping and tried not to cringe. I was uncomfortable all over again watching, until Annette turned off the light and plunged the room into darkness. I took a break from watching the footage to grab some lunch. I stretched and walked around, trying to process everything I had just learned. Eventually I settled back in front of my laptop. I figured there wasn't much left to see. After all, there was only one day left before the camera feeds were current. There wasn't much activity in any of the rooms after Hope and I had left, so I was blowing through that section pretty quickly. I was surprised to see Danielle in Colleen's bedroom that night, while Annette was in Hope's room. Evidently Colleen had gone back to her apartment. I guessed that Aunt Cathy was in my bedroom. I backed up the footage and watched both of my cousins and my aunt as they showered and got ready for bed. From the angle of the bathroom cam, I could tell that Aunt Cathy was indeed using my bedroom. I was archiving more and more of the footage every time I got to see those amazing breasts exposed. Eventually both of my cousins put on their flannel pajamas and went to bed. After tossing and turning for only a few minutes, Danielle got up. I was surprised to see the lamp come on in Hope's room, as Annette softly said "Come in." Danielle entered the room and softly said, "I couldn't sleep without you." That got my attention. Were my cousins lesbian lovers? Annette slid over and invited Danielle into bed with her. They lay there and talked softly for a long time. I understood, after listening to them for a while, that they had apparently shared a bedroom—and a bed—for most of their lives. "This sure is a nice bed," Danielle said, stretching her body languidly. "I sure wish we could afford one this nice." "It is a lot better than ours," Annette agreed wistfully. I paused the feed at that point and tried to recall what I could remember about them from before the visit. Aunt Cathy's ex was named...Jake? Jack? It was something like that. When I was very young, Mom had told me, "We never talk about him. He left her in the lurch." Some years later, Dad had looked perturbed when I was looking at family pictures and pointed to this guy standing by Aunt Cathy. I could not recall exactly what he said, but Cathy's husband had abandoned them while she was pregnant. That had to be when she was pregnant with Danielle. Annette and I would have been less than a year old at the time. That guy had never come back, and he never provided a dime of child support or alimony. Cathy had to have struggled financially. I had just never thought about it until just now. I felt bad when it hit me; they had been really poor. So poor, that my cousins had shared a bed. Still shared a bed, I corrected myself. It wasn't like Hope's queen-sized bed was all that amazing, either. It was neither new nor particularly expensive. I could not help but picture that passage in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory where Charlie's grandparents all shared that rickety old bed. Evidently the flannel pajamas were new as well. Aunt Cathy had bought those for this trip so that the girls would not be embarrassed by whatever they normally wore to bed. Danielle stroked the collar of her flannel pajamas thoughtfully before she spoke. "I slept in this bed last night," she started. "Or rather, I passed out in this bed last night. I guess I was really drunk." "You were awfully hung over this morning," Annette replied with a soft smile. After they had talked for a while, Annette and Danielle agreed that the flannel pajamas were too warm. They stripped them off, and cuddled up together to go to sleep. Annette wore a pink thong, and Danielle had lacy little white panties. They looked sexy as fuck, yet still somehow innocent when Annette spooned up behind Danielle. Danielle just sighed happily when Annette wrapped her arm around her, and they went to sleep shortly after. Like my sister, they slept with the bedside lamp on, so I got to watch them lying there topless. They had a sheet pulled over them, but it often shifted and exposed those fantastic tits. Once, I even saw Annette's hand squeeze Danielle's hard nipple, prompting a soft moan from her lips. Seriously, I was watching that and expecting that at any moment they would wake up and start having sex. The light came on in the bathroom just after that, and I groaned when I saw Aunt Cathy walk in wearing that same transparent black gown. At that moment I really wished I had put a camera over my own bedroom. Aunt Cathy went in and hiked up the gown so she could sit down to pee. That never did anything for me, no matter which of my gorgeous relatives was on the potty. After she got up, flushed, and washed her hands, though, she lifted one foot onto the edge of the bathroom counter so that she could use a wet washcloth to clean her pussy. That was interesting, even though the camera didn't give the best view. She was muttering to herself, but I could not hear what she was saying. She turned off the bathroom light, and then I saw her peek into Hope's bedroom. She smiled when she saw her daughters snuggled together and sleeping. A couple of minutes later, my mother turned on the lamp on her side of the bed, and Aunt Cathy stepped into the room to talk with her. My dad's eyes bugged out when he rolled over and saw her in that see-through gown. He stared for a few seconds and then quickly rolled back over so that he was looking away from the two women. I saw my mother bite her lip when she saw him do that, holding back a laugh. My mother got out of bed, pulling on a bathrobe and following Aunt Cathy out of the bedroom so that they could talk in the dining room. I had no video coverage there, of course. I noted from the time stamp in the bottom of the screen that they were talking for over two hours before Mom came back to bed. By then, Dad was sound asleep. * * * That afternoon was the closest I ever came to revealing the hidden camera feeds to my sister. I was troubled by a lot of what I had learned about Aunt Cathy and my cousins, and I seriously considered sharing all of that with Hope so that I could get it off my chest and hear her thoughts. When she got home from work that evening, though, she was horny and eager to resume where we had left off the night before. Hope was impressed with my staying power. Naturally, I wasn't about to tell her that I had spent most of the day jacking off to those incredible scenes from the hidden cameras. When I thought about it, I realized that this obsession stretched back for years. She might not take it well if she found out what a pervert I had been. Also, I didn't want to stop. There would be more, I knew, before Aunt Cathy