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Simon and Samantha appear in another story posted 5 days earlier Simon and Samantha

Special Agent
by Isabella

Story code: M/F, M/f, m/F, m/f, Bro/Sis, Mum/Son, Incest, Under Age, Voyerism, Exhibitioniam, First Time

I'm a special agent, not for a government body, foreign or domestic but for Amazon, every village and small town in England has agents like me, I have a handler, she brings everything that has been ordered from Amazon by people living in my village, to my house, she has ten agents in ten different villages, all just like me, married women with kids who don't work.

The way it works is, an item is ordered from Amazon online by six pm, the goods are sorted by area and loaded in a lorry by midnight. The lorry might have goods for quite a few handlers loaded in the back and a simple sheet of paper with the addresses that he has to visit. Sometime, usually between midnight and six o'clock in the morning, all the goods are dropped off in the handlers garages or other secure place so that when the handler wakes up they have all the goods that need to be delivered that day. It's then up to the handler to sort the stuff by village and load them into her own car or van to make the most economical use of her time and effort.

I get up each morning and look in my own garage; if there are packages in there I check the addresses and then walk the packages to the houses on the address label. We don't get a lot of pay but it does get me out of the house and I get to meet people from all over the village who I should really know but invariably don't.

The efficiency is fantastic really, some packages are delivered within thirteen hours of the orders being placed, everything from a DVD in an envelope to a TV have been delivered on top of my pushchair (or wheel barrow for the heavier items). It doesn't happen very often but if something has to be returned and the villager can't get to the post office very easily, I get the job of trying to reverse the process, taking the item in and talking to my handler to get her to pick it up from me, this story is about what happened with one such item.

"It's faulty!" "I'm sorry, what's faulty?" "You delivered a camera to my house for my husband's birthday but it is faulty and I want my money back!" I was a little 'wrong-footed'; I was just waiting for the school bus to deliver my son and daughter home when one of my neighbours, Claire Brown, hit me with her problem, out of the blue like that. My kids don't need to be met off the bus, they are both old enough to get home on their own but as I was passing the bus stop and their bus was due in at any moment I decided to wait and walk with them.

Simon and Samantha arrived a few minutes later, we walked together talking about their day and at Mrs. Brown's gate I told them to wait for me while I picked something up. I knocked on her door, she had her camera in a carrier bag instead of its original packaging, "They need everything that came with the camera, the leads, the books and the disks, they really need the box as well!" "Hold on, I know I didn't keep the box but I have everything else!"

Simon peeked into the bag and his face drained of all colour, he looked at Samantha and then his face turned bright red as he nodded his head towards the carrier bag, Samantha looked into the bag and her face went ashen white until she looked at her brother and her face mirrored his, in fact, she may have gone a deeper red than he did. "What's wrong with the camera?" "It stopped recording, we used it a few times and deleted all the films we made and now it won't record anything else!" I heard my kids both breath out a deep sigh and their faces had returned to a more normal pink colour by the time we reached the road.

I knew that the missing box would be a problem, so I phoned my handler, she told me to leave it with her and thirty minutes later I got a call from the technical department of the camera manufacturer. I was asked if I had a pc with internet connection and as I did, I was told how to connect the camera to my pc and I was given a web address, "When you get the message to allow access to your PC, just click the 'OK' button!"

I watched as the camera burst into life and went through several diagnostic checks and after a few minutes my phone rang again, "The owner didn't read the instructions properly, they didn't delete the videos they took, they moved them into archive, it shrank them to half their size but they are all still there, the only way to clear them is to re-inflate them onto your PC and then delete them from there as there is no space at all left on the camera's, as soon as you've moved it all the camera will start working normally again!"

I asked him if he could delete the videos over the internet, "Sorry, we're not allowed to view or manage customers files online, just tell you how to do it yourself, I'll give you a tip though, after you re-inflate to your PC, don't delete the files until you've given the owner the option to have them back, we have been sued in the past for destroying customer data, that's why we don't do it anymore!" I was given instructions on how to retrieve the data from the camera, just telling the PC to retrieve videos from archive to the 'C' drive on my own computer actually deleted the videos off of the camera permanently. The technician told me how to delete any future videos taken on the camera instead of moving them into archive and suggested that I tell my customer how to do it for herself.

It took almost two hours for the PC to strip out the archive, the hard disk drive built into the camera was five hundred gigabytes and when de-archived inflated to one gigabyte which pretty much filled most of my spare capacity on my old PC's hard drive. By the time everything had finished downloading from the camera it was too late to return it to Claire's so I decided I'd have to do it with my deliveries the next day.

I sat in front of the TV with a coffee and plate of cookies, the kids had done all their homework and had gone to bed, they both read in bed for an hour before I went up and made sure that they were asleep and that their lights were out. I couldn't find anything on the TV worth watching and so I went into my study to look for a book to read, my pc was still on, I didn't leave it running as a rule but as I couldn't find anything to watch on TV or to read in my book collection, I decided to look through Claire's videos, I knew that it was wrong to do it but I was a woman and by nature, very nosey.

The first five clips were very short and very bad, several minutes of Claire's living room carpet or her ceiling, a close up of her eye as she looked in the wrong end of the camera and then I heard Claire's husband, Martin's voice, "Come on, hand that thing over to me!" The film stopped and then I started the next film. Claire was now the model rather than the camerawoman, Martin was telling her how and where to stand, what pose to strike, there were several very shaky cuts, where the camera was paused rather than turned off and each time it restarted Claire was dressed slightly differently.

I felt like some kind of peeping tom, especially when Claire appeared in her bra and skirt and Martin was telling her to take her skirt off for him. Part of me wanted to turn the PC off, especially when I watched as Claire unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, I had to hold back a giggle when her skirt fell to the floor, she had put on a very pretty, very lacy bra, it was obvious that she had prepared for that part of the film but her draws were huge white passion killers, there was another jerk in the film and her skirt fell again, this time the panties matched her bra.

By now I was hooked, the voyeur in me had taken over, I watched thirty film clips with Claire showing differing degrees of her nakedness to her husband through his camera birthday present. Eventually Claire was totally naked at the opening shot of a video, under Martin's encouragement she began to masturbate herself, first with just fingers and eventually with a dildo. I felt uncomfortable watching one of my neighbours and an old school friend at that as she bucked her way through ten orgasms on a hard plastic pole if a dildo, uncomfortable but also very turned on and couldn't stop myself.

The next film started with Claire lying on a large double bed, then I saw Martin looking at the front of the camera, he had placed it on the dressing table in the bedroom and had started it filming before joining his wife on the bed. He looked so funny, walking away from the camera totally naked, he had such a tiny bum but he also looked very muscular as well. I watched as Martin fucked his wife, he didn't cum in her, he fucked her up to the point that he was about to shoot and then he pulled out, stood above his wife and finished himself off by hand, shooting off all over his wife's face and chest.

Guilt finally overtook me and I turned off the PC and headed off to bed. It had just been me and the kids for six years and sex hadn't even crossed my mind in all that time, lack of opportunity was one reason, not a whole lot of available men around in our small village and looking after things myself had crossed my mind even less than sex with a man but after watching my neighbour and one time school friend performing for her husband and then with her husband had pushed me way beyond any point of self restraint. Simon and Samantha's bedroom doors were closed and their lights were both out, that was a first. I took my shower and started touching myself, and that was another first too.

No, I didn't bring myself off, I had never done that in my life, but I did come close before I turned the water off and wrapped myself in a towel. I was so on edge, so turned on, I could really have done with bringing myself off. I remembered watching Claire bring herself off in ten videos, I should take another look at her, I might just pick up a few tips as I watched and I might just be able to do it to myself at the same time.

I should have realised that with each video I had watched things had moved on in sexual intensity, I watched three more fuck sessions between Martin and Claire, then two where she sucked his cock, the first time, simply swallowing his seed and the next, opening her mouth to show the camera her mouth was full of spunk. Not helping my frustrations though as I sat there just wrapped in a towel, it dawned on me that I had delivered the camera to Claire just three months earlier, she had been filmed having more orgasms in that three months than I could remember having in my life before. The next video was outdoors, Claire was in the back garden in shorts and bikini top, Martin was encouraging her to do something that had obviously been discussed before the film started, "Come on, do it, do it now or he'll be gone and it will be too late!"

Claire looked over the fence, her garden backed onto a meadow that was used by the local kids as a park, "Hi Simon, how's your mother?" Clair called out over the fence. The camera was very shaky and there was another bad cut where the camera was paused, then I spotted a reflection of the camera's own lens so it was obvious that Martin was now inside his house filming his wife in the garden. I could hear Martin breathing but not what his wife was saying but I could see her lips moving. Then Simon bounded up to the fence and began talking to Claire.

There was another cut and Simon was standing in the garden with Claire, another cut and Claire was on her sun lounger, the washing line had a double sheet hanging from it, effectively screening her garden from the meadow, Simon was still there, Claire turned onto her face and Simon began to massage sun oil into her shoulders, as he did I saw her rubbing her hand up and down Simon's bare leg, her hand slipped up and inside the leg-hole of his shorts, Martin's breathing sped up a little and then the film ended. I hadn't realised it but my towel had slipped from my shoulders and I was effectively sitting topless in my study, my left hand gently massaging my right breast as I watched.

I knew that I definitely shouldn't have opened the next film, I had just seen far more of my son's private life than any mother ever should but I couldn't stop myself, the video opened and Simon was centre stage as it were, he was sitting on the sofa in Claire's living room, the picture on the screen was slightly obstructed, it looked like a book or piece of paper was covering the top corner of the lens as if the camera was hidden. Simon had a can of coke in his hand, Martin was talking to him and then I watched as Martin reached over and poured a little Vodka into the small hole in the top of Simon's can. I heard the chink of the bottle colliding with a glass and then Claire walked in front of the camera lens carrying a glass of what looked like neat Vodka.

Claire was wearing just a skimpy bikini, far too small and revealing for a woman of her age, she sat on the sofa, next to Simon, the three of them were all making small talk, I could see that Simon kept looking to his side, looking at Claire's body, Claire was sitting back, her drink in her left hand and her right arm over the back of the sofa behind Simon's back. Simon said something that wasn't really funny but it made Claire laugh out loud, I caught a glimpse of Martin's head, Clare was looking at Martin as she laughed, Martin nodded his head towards Simon and Claire nodded her head before her arm slipped off of the back of the sofa and over Simon's shoulder. Claire also slid slightly towards Simon on the seat of the sofa.

I could just make out head movement's from Martin, Simon was now just looking at Claire's bikini covered breasts so Simon was missing the non-verbal conversation going on between Martin and Claire, I watched as her eyes opened wider and then she nodded her head, she offered Simon a sip from her glass, Simon went to take the glass from her hand but instead, Claire placed her glass to Simon's lips, as she tipped more Vodka into Simon's mouth than he could handle he coughed and a little of the Vodka dripped down his chin.

Clare looked over to Martin, he nodded his head towards Simon and Clare took her glass away from Simon's lips, then she leaned in, her hand left Simon's shoulder and moved to the back of Simon's head, she leaned In a little further and the tip of her tongue started at the tip of Simon's chin, scooping up the spilt Vodka and followed the trail up to Simon's mouth where it took a slight detour into my son's mouth.

Clare started to kiss my son deeply on his mouth; Martin slipped out of his seat and moved over to sit on the arm of the sofa next to Simon. Martin took the can of coke from Simon's hand and placed it on the coffee table in the middle of the room before returning to sit on the arm of the sofa again. This time Martin picked Simon's hand up and moved it onto the cup of Claire's bikini top, totally covering his wife's left breast.

There was several more minutes of kissing and I could see that Simon was now totally into palpating Claire's breast through her top, Martin leaned over and reached behind his wife, I saw Claire's bikini top slacken off and Martin pulled the material out from under Simon's hand so now Simon was palpating Claire's naked breast. Claire stopped kissing Simon and settled back in the seat of the sofa, I saw Simon gulp as he looked at his first live pare of women's naked breasts.

Claire lifted her bottom off of the seat and turned her hip towards Simon, she nodded her head towards the simple bow that was tied at the side of her bikini panties. Simon was being invited to untie the knot, not in so many words but even a fourteen year old boy understood the invitation and he obliged.

Even though Martin was sitting right at Simon's side, it didn't seem to bother Simon at all, it took less than five minutes for Simon to be as naked as Claire, Claire was playing with Simon's cock as he reciprocated, Martin stood up and surreptitiously removed the camera, I saw the image of my son kissing Clair drop down the screen as the camera was lifted and then the pause button was pressed again, when the screen refreshed it was in Claire and Martin's bedroom and Claire led Simon through the door, both still naked, this time there was no pretence, Martin was holding his camera and even though Simon kept looking towards the camera nervously it didn't stop him climbing on top of Claire at her invitation and screwing her to the bed.

Martin filmed the whole act in great detail and from every angle, I'm ashamed to say that as I watched my son on film fucking one of my old school friends I brought myself off, not intentionally really, just an absentminded act as I watched engrossed in my son's first sexual encounter. As Simon was climbing down from his orgasm Martin was telling him that he now owed Martin something, "What?" "I think you should bring that sister of yours round next time you come over, talk her into playing around with me!" That was the closing scene of that film and now that I had brought myself off I had no excuse for watching the next film!

It was well past midnight and I should really have just deleted all the videos from my hard disk and gone up to bed but I couldn't, there were still a few videos that I hadn't watched. The next video had Simon and Samantha in Claire and Martin's back garden, I had no idea what day it was, the kids often went out all day, walking in the woods and fields around our village at the weekends or school holidays.

The film opened with Simon helping Martin to set up a barbeque and get it lit, Claire must have been using the camera as Samantha was carrying a large bowl of salad out to the patio, then Samantha and Claire were filmed as they hung up a line full of bed sheets. It crossed my mind that hanging out washing while cooking outdoors over charcoal was the height of stupidity but then I realised that the sheets weren't even wet and judging from the paint splatters on the sheets they had been relegated to dust sheets for use when decorating.

As Simon and Martin stood cooking, Claire encouraged Samantha to take her t-shirt off and sunbathe with her, Simon walked over and rubbed sun oil all over Claire, he was looking at his sister when he opened Claire's top and rubbed oil over her bare breasts. Samantha kept looking from Simon and Claire over to Martin, who wasn't holding the camera as he walked into shot, the camera was totally still so I assumed that once again it had been placed on a convenient flat surface and left to record all on its own.

Martin started to oil Samantha's upper body as Simon finished stripping Claire off and started to undress himself. Samantha was almost ignoring Martin as he rubbed sun oil higher up her body, she didn't even look at him as he slipped his hands up under her bra and began to rub oil directly into her breasts. As Simon climbed on top of Claire on the sun lounger and began to fuck her I was split between watching Simon again with Claire and watching as Martin pulled Samantha's bra off over her head before unfastening the button on the top of her shorts and began to pull her shorts and her panties down in one go.

Martin was naked in a second and he was on top of Samantha's body even quicker. I heard Samantha scream out as Martin broke through her hymen but her discomfort was over in a second and she was very soon wrapping her arms around Martins neck and her legs around his hips. Martin managed to stand up with Samantha clinging to him and he stood over his wife and Simon fucking Samantha as he stood with Claire looking directly up into my daughter's cunt.

Martin made a big thing of climaxing into Samantha and as soon as he finished he peeled Samantha off of his body and sat her down on his wife's mouth to eat all of his seed from Samantha's honey pot. As Martin stepped into view of the camera again most of his lower abdomen and upper thighs, as well as his long cock, was totally covered with my daughter's maidenhead blood.

I was panting and totally done in and I couldn't work out why but I had actually been masturbating myself again as I watched my son and daughter fucking with a married couple and the biggest climax I gave myself was watching as my son fucked one of Claire's holes as my daughter fucked another. I totally surprised myself, from never masturbating before to doing it twice in less than an hour came as a shock to me.

I just went straight onto the next film, this time, Simon and Samantha were together, Martin was in shot, telling them what to do to each other and the camera was moving so I assumed that Claire was filming. Simon and Samantha were directed into fucking in all kinds of ways, lots of different positions and they seemed to be having a whale of a time fucking each other. There were three other films, Samantha and Simon with Claire and Martin, both kids took a turn with both adults and the last film seemed to be cut short, I assumed that the memory had become full on the camera and it had just stopped working.

It was well past two am when I finally turned the computer off, I had to go up the stairs on tip-toes so as not to disturb the kids, I heard voices from Samantha's bedroom, the sound of Samantha whispering, "I'm sure mum will be asleep by now, come on, you know you want too!" "I do, but I don't want to get caught either!" There was the sound of a groan from Samantha and a long drawn out "Yreeeeesssss!" and then the bedsprings started to squeak, slowly at first and then speeding up as Simon put more effort into fucking his sister. All this took place as I was transitioning the last three steps on the top of the stairs. Samantha's bedroom had obviously been chosen because it was the furthest from my bedroom. I bit my lower lip, what could I do, what should I do, I was feeling incredibly guilty because I had been masturbating while watching my kids fucking with each other as well as with two adults who should have known better but I was still in a quandary.

I stood at Samantha's bedroom door for ages before I knocked, "It's two o'clock you two, you both have school in the morning so finish what you're doing and go straight to sleep!" I went to bed, I was so tired that I didn't even put my nighty on, I just slipped into bed in the nude, another first for me.

Dawn was just breaking; as usual I was woken by the sound of my garage door opening as my handler loaded my deliveries for the day into my garage before driving off to her next drop off. I was about to go back to sleep when I realised that I could hear breathing at the foot of my bed. Simon was sitting there on my bed in just his underpants. He noticed that my eyes were open and he looked down at the floor, "Mum, we're really sorry about last night, you know, waking you up like that, and you finding out like that, Sam's a little worried about what you're going to say, well, I am too, so I just wanted to say that it's all my fault and if you have to hate anyone, hate me, not Sam!"

I noticed Simon shiver in the cool dawn air, so I flipped my duvet over slightly, the way I always did when Simon was a toddler and had come in to my room following a nightmare, he slipped in to bed along side of me without me saying another word. I forgot that in the past I had been in a large double bed, he had been a very small boy and he had been dressed in pyjamas and I would have been wearing a nighty. Since I had slept alone for so long I hadn't bothered to replace my large bed when its springs gave out and so I was actually in a single bed and totally naked. Simon's almost naked back pressed against my bare stomach and breasts, he held his breath, then he turned over to face me, he lifted my duvet slightly to look at my breasts.

I have no idea why or how but Simon was out of his underpants and on top of me in a flash and I was getting the first fucking in six years, I could see Simon's father in his face and his cock, from memory felt exactly the same size, both length and girth as his father's cock had felt but Simon was far better at fucking than his father ever had been. Simon was still fucking me as his school bus went past the end of the road, Samantha had obviously heard what her brother was doing to me and she had cooked breakfast for us all before calling us down.

As we sat there eating, Samantha asked if there was any chance that we could get a slightly larger bed, or better yet, two or even three larger beds, if we were going to start having sex openly we might as well have a little comfort as well as pleasure.

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