I was heading home after hanging with some friends when it started to rain in monsoon-like proportions. Only minutes earlier, the sky looked starry and the weather was nice to walk home in.

I decided to find some shelter until whatever this was had passed. Right in front of me was a movie theatre with four different shows running. I picked the one that was starting next and slipped into the darkened theatre which was mostly empty. Even though my eyes were adjusting to the darkness I could tell at least that much.

As the last of the trailers finished, I scanned the theatre and spotted a couple that looked a bit familiar, but I wasn’t sure. The movie was beginning so it wasn’t as though I was going to call out or anything.

About 10-15 minutes into the film, I noticed that the couple seemed to be getting into it a few rows ahead of me. I still couldn’t place them due to the angle and the lighting. Even still, I could see the signs of flirting and foreplay. They were getting closer in on each other and the male of the two seemed to be stroking the girl’s hair as he draped his arm around the back of her seat. When she leaned in to whisper to him, he’d sometimes give her a kiss. As things progressed, those kisses became longer and more overtly sexual. If the audio of the movie was low enough, I could hear some wet mouth sounds coming from them as they kissed.

Since I really only came to the movies to escape the rain, I found myself more interested in watching these two than I was in watching the movie.

I decided that I would sneak out and come in the entrance on the other side of the theatre to get a closer look at the action. I popped out and grabbed a soda and did exactly that.

I was now positioned more to the left of the male which gave me a better look at his female partner. The stadium seating in the theatre gave me a nice look at the roundness of her tits and a portion of her legs.

Now I could also see her boyfriend with his hand on her left leg and stroking the inside of her left thigh. His flattened hand was firmly between her legs and seemed to be rubbing that spot. It looked like his pinky was making contact with her pussy (or maybe I was just rooting for that to be true?) but I couldn’t be certain.

As the film got further along, it looked like he had snuck his hand up the front of her shirt and he was squeezing her tits with his left hand while stroking her thighs with his right. Her head was leaning back. By this stage, they both seemed oblivious to whatever else was happening onscreen, let alone who else was in the theatre.

I was getting harder than I had a right to. This was high school stuff at best. Still, as a voyeur I was eating it up.

Just before the movie was about to end, it looked as though he’d gotten his hand down the front of her leggings and was fingering this girl. I had pre-cum oozing out of my cock by this point.

I still couldn’t determine where I might know this dude from, his girl looked remotely familiar also. I decided that as much as I wanted to know that it might be smarter for me to see them outside of the theatre rather than inside where they were the best show in town.

I ducked out before the credits started and went to the men’s room, which was directly across the hall from the theatre I was in. I figured I would take a quick leak and then hurry out and see who these people were before the theatre emptied out.

As I was washing my hands, I saw over my shoulder a very familiar face. It was my buddy, Scott. We had worked together maybe two years earlier and gotten along great. We were connected on social media and had friends in common also. Now I knew that Scott was the guy who was fingering this girl in the theatre. He quickly scurried to a urinal and I slipped out of the men’s room. Waiting across the hall was a face I quickly recognized. It was Scott’s sister, Amy.

Amy recognized me immediately. We’d met at a few different things when Scott and I were working together.

“Hey Jeff,” said Amy with a smile.

I was taken aback since I hadn’t seen Amy in a few years. I was also taken aback by the fact that it was Amy who was getting fingered by her brother Scott inside the theatre. I feigned ignorance and pretended I’d come out of one of the other theatres inside. We chatted and she mentioned that she was at the movies with her brother.

“No shit? Scott’s here too?” I asked.

“Yes! I think you guys must have bumped into each other since he just walked into the men’s room before you walked out,” said Amy.

A few seconds later, Scott appeared with a smile.

We exchanged pleasantries and gave each other some brief updates and agreed to make a plan to connect in the near future.

Scott is a handsome dude. He looks like your standard Ivy League frat boy. He’s tall and muscular with thick black hair. He’d be at home on a boat wearing a polo and a captain’s hat. Amy was also tall. She had thick curly black hair and was long-waisted. Her hips and tits formed a nice but subtle hourglass against her silhouette. She had one of those thigh gaps that only about 30 minutes earlier I witnessed her brother filling with his hand.

I wondered if Scott had washed his hands in the men’s room. If he didn’t, the smell of Amy’s pussy would be wrapped around it. I couldn’t exactly ask to smell it but boy was I curious.

I went home and slipped between the cover of my own bed. I was naked and still a little hard from watching Scott and Amy having such a great time in public.

As I slid over into the bed, I moved against my own big sister, who was also naked.

“Guess who I saw on the way home…” I said playfully.

“Who?” she asked with surprise.

“Remember Scott, who I used to work with and his sister Amy?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“I ducked into a movie theatre when the rain started and I saw them full-on making out,” I shared.

“No shit?!” asked my sister. “Like making out, how?”

“Well, they were kissing and before the movie was over, he had his hand in her pants and the other hand was fondling her tits like this…” I said while grabbing my sister’s tits.

She laughed and smacked at my hands playfully.

“I think you told me back when you worked with Scott that you had a feeling that he and Amy were fucking like we were.”

“I did and I’m more certain now than I was then,” I said.

Something tells me that when I meet up with Scott as we’d planned tonight that we will definitely bring our sisters.