By his view of the second story window, Joshua was able to observe the twins at a safe distance without being fully seen. At first he didn't want to believe his eyes, believing that he was simply a lonely man projecting fantasies in his tired state. There was no possibility that two men, most likely identical twin brothers, were busy fooling around intimately in the openness of their backyard. This was reality, not porn. The peeking man scrunched his eyes tight, willing such dark twisted lecheries to fade. He'd have plenty of time to grab a bottle of lube and jerk off in his bedroom later.<br/>He puffed out a disgruntled breath of air through his nose, ignoring the wrinkle formed between his brow whenever he concentrated too hard. After taking a few moments to compose himself, only then did he dare open his eyes again....<br/><br/>...and groaned when the two neighbours were still pawing at one another. This was no dream, then.<br/><br/>Joshua wasn't a prudish man. While he most certainly had the initial appalling reaction that blood brothers would engage in such sexual acts together, to push forth the front of total disgust would be...fallacious. He was in the book publishing business, and he's seen all the types of anecdotes than he let on. Fiction was a big seller, more than cookbooks or biographies or self help books. What people failed to realize is that the most taboo tales are what sold off the shelves like hotcakes. The kinkier they were, the more tantalizing and wanton, the better. His company had their own erotic section that he made sure was screened properly to avoid any troubles with the law, but otherwise there was plenty of freedom for authors to express what got their rocks off. Incest, or twincest in this format, wasn't unheard of. Not as popular was vampires and wolf shifters or demon summons gone wrong, but still a niche nonetheless. To see it in the flesh, though, was another story.<br/><br/>As when he first caught a glimpse of the two together, his blue eyes remained mesmerized on the twins across the yard. He bit his lip, grinding his teeth, squinting his eyes. He was far enough away that he couldn't see exactly what the more submissive of the twins was doing, but with his hair gripped firmly as he broke the water's surface, it wasn't difficult to guess. The head bobbed near the more aggressive twin's crotch area, and by the way those hips were thrusting he most certainly was enjoying a thorough blow job. The water rippled around them, sometimes splashing with a harsher thrust, but he was relentless in his energetic plunging.<br/><br/>Vaguely the CEO wondered if he was moaning. If he was panting hard, grunting as he took the other's mouth domineeringly. Was his grip firm, or tender, or a mix of both as it held that head in place. Is that how he always acted in the bedroom? Did he plan on bending the other man over to give him the same treatment elsewhere with what he imagined was a hot long cock-<br/><br/>With a strangled moan, he realized he started to get hard. Apparently asking such questions even in your head was part of the titillation, and Joshua hadn't held himself in check. His hand that had been resting against the thinly veiled curtained window pressed more firmly, as if attempting to grip the glass. Who was the pervert now? While incest was taboo, at least they were being secretive about it and not being a secretive peeping tom in the house next door.<br/>The standing twin was more vigorous now, his gestures indicating he was plundering deeper in that willing mouth. His dick ached and throbbed, wanting a form of stimulation to match the one observed by his eyes. Figuring he was a big enough pervert anyway, may as well jerk himself in the darkness of his own home. No one would see. No one would need to know.<br/><br/>The ginger haired man gave a sigh of relief when he unzipped his fly and pulled his member free. It was almost at complete hardness, and when he took it in his hand he groaned in pleasure as he began to pump it, picturing it the one fucking the young man's throat instead. It had been years since he had even had a blow job, much too busy with work and then a cheating bitch of a wife. Surely he must simply be repressed from only using his hand for so long.<br/><br/>His breaths became headier, his grip more firm as the blood rushed down to his shaft, enlarging it as he continued to spy. It was his turn to start moaning, eyes swirling with lust. Did the twins know how hot they looked together? How would they look rolling around on a bed, crying loudly and screaming like animals in heat as they ground together and came all over the sheets. Sharing kisses in the afterglow-<br/><br/>By chance he focused more soberly at the two, and with a start he could see that face looking in his direction. And continued to look, their eyes locking in the middle of both their arousals. His movements churned to a halt, Joshua standing frozen in place, mind racing in panic: did he see him? Did he know what he was doing? There was no possible way, as he hadn't moved the certain aside. Yet the twin continued to stare straight at him, never breaking away as he fucked that mouth. Was that a smirk? It was too hard to tell.<br/><br/>...And yet... the idea that he was seen, that it was known...that they were both caught in their immoral situations red handed turned him on even more. His hand returned to pumping his cock, though now the pace was quick, feverish, sparked with excitement he didn't know he possessed. That sentiment mirrored itself in his hips, bucking into his grip like he only had seconds to fuck a hole raw before the world ended. His noises were simpering whimpers, his heated appendage throbbing and leaking with precum that dribbled onto his office carpet. So close, he was getting closer-<br/><br/>The twins stopped their ministrations, the smirking one having found his release at last. The hands kept the other twin in place, riding out his finish and possibly making him swallow every last drop.<i>You should come on his face too, then make him clean you off-</i>he strangled a gasp at the fantasy, and without warning his climax ripped through him. His hips jerked in his palm, furiously rubbing it as he enjoyed the shocking waves of euphoria. In his finish he stumbled back away form the window, afraid to continue looking on, for those searching eyes to land on him and expose what he had just done.<br/>Only when the blood returned to flowing to his brain did it fully register what exactly that was. His face contorted into a look of horror, then embarrassment, then wiping at his face in shame. Divorce or no divorce, he should not have done that. How could he have been such a degenerate? He had moved in today and he was already becoming the residence creeper. He wasn't normally like this, what was wrong with him?<br/><br/>Despite knowing the spots would stain, he couldn't look at the white substance splattered on his carpet. Too much guilt overflowed through his veins, and the only solution to dealing with those emotions was finding his bedroom and stripping down before crawling under the blankets. This was most likely all a dream. He'll wake up tomorrow, unpack some more, work on some papers as if nothing had happened.<br/><br/>He ignored the engulfing flame that threatened to overtake his thoughts, identical faces filling the recesses of his mind as he drifted off to an uneasy sleep.