1 comments/ 7091 views/ 0 favorites The Lake House By: annonymous353 The lake was a clear, crystal blue and the pine trees that surrounded it were the greenest I had ever seen. I sat on the porch of my boyfriend's log cabin with a cup of coffee and a jacket around my shoulders. It was chilly out this morning. The view of the lake was so beautiful from here that I could hardly believe it existed. I had always loved the mountains. The front door opened and diverted my attention. My boyfriend stepped out of the cabin, wearing his usual black trench coat. He looked as beautiful as ever in the crisp mountain air. His messy black hair stuck up in places, and his dark brown eyes looked tired. "Hey, babe," he said before he let out a yawn. He had just woken up. He was still wearing his pajamas under his coat. "How'd you sleep?" "Since you wore me out last night, I slept really well," I replied, smiling my usual wicked smile. A similar smiled crossed his lips as he sat down next to me in the swing and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "How about later," he whispered into my ear, "after it warms up a bit, you and I go down to the lake and go skinny dipping?" I couldn't hide the smile of approval that played my lips. He turned my head toward his and kissed me deeply, tracing my lips sensually with his tongue. After our lips parted, he stood up and walked inside, leaving me wanting more. *** As later rolled around, I only wanted him more. He had been walking around the house in nothing but boxer shorts all morning. He was a tease and he enjoyed it. His dark golden skin, toned arms, and six-pack abs always excited me. It was obvious that my body did the same to him. My skin was much paler than his, and I was thin with a rounded ass, 36C breasts, and a pretty face. I kept that oh-so-attractive hourglass shape that my boyfriend loved so much. I was a little bit shorter than him, but he liked it that way. He was standing in the kitchen, in his boxers, making a sandwich when I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I took the initiative by walking up behind him and placing my hands on his hips. As I moved closer to him, one hand felt over his abs as the other reached into his shorts and started stroking his semi-hard cock. He moaned in pleasure as he stopped what he was doing and turned around so I could get better access. I took this as a sign to progress. Kneeling down, I pulled his shorts down, causing his rock hard cock to spring forward. I took it in my hands once more and started to stroke it more deliberately before licking the head. He moaned again as I licked the length of his shaft. I pulled away before lunging forward again and taking his cock into my mouth. His hips started to buck forward and he started to take control. His hand gripped my hair and he started to fuck my mouth with fast, even strokes. All I had to do was lick when necessary. I could feel myself getting progressively more turned on. A few more thrusts and I couldn't stand it. I needed a cock in my pussy, now! He pulled out of my mouth and I stood up and undressed. Obviously, he needed release, too, since as soon as my panties dropped, he took me in his arms, leaned me over the sofa and plunged into me without so much as a warning. Instantly, I was in ecstasy. He pumped in and out several times as I felt my orgasm build. "Oh, Oh, OH," I exclaimed as I grabbed onto the couch as hard as I could. He started to slow down, delaying my climax. He was teasing me, yet again. He pulled all the way out and plunged back in three times before he resumed the vicious fucking he was giving me before. I felt him lean forward and grab and massage my breasts. This pushed me over the edge. "OH MY GOD!" I exclaimed as my climax hit me. "YES, YES! Fuck me, Theo, FUCK ME!" He pumped violently until he, too, climaxed, squirting his hot cum deep into my pussy. He collapsed on top of me and hugged me to him, exhausted. He held himself inside of me as he shrunk until, finally, with a quiet slurping sound, he pulled out. We never got to the lake that day. The Lake House As she emerged from the car, Juliet Douglas heaved a deep and melancholy sigh. It was late in the spring and, although there had already been a few days of steamy summer heat, today had proven to be nice and comfortable, a breeze blowing briskly. The sky above her was mostly clear as well, only a few wispy clouds breaking up the azure blue. All in all, it was the kind of quiet, sunny day that it just isn't possible to not enjoy. The housewife's unhappy mood had nothing to do with the weather though. An avid fisherman, Juliet's grandfather had spent so much time up at the lake that he'd apparently decided it would be a good idea to keep more comfortable quarters there than any humble tent could provide. It was he who had bought this patch of land, accessible only via a network of narrow dirt roads, and put up this sturdy little cabin. Over the years since, whenever they'd felt the need to get away from it all, the cabin had proven to be an ideal hideaway for the whole family. Those had been good times to say the least, but such innocent memories were not what consumed her every time she returned to this place and they were certainly not what was now making her so sad. With the death of her grandfather some years back and the family spending less and less time out here, it had been decided that they should just sell the place and be done with it. This place was very special to her and had done much to craft her into the woman she now was, so Juliet had hoped to keep the property in the family, but had found precious little support for the idea. Unable to buy it herself, she had gone down in defeat. It was breaking her heart to think that she would never be able to come back to this place again. With the deal about to go through and this land about to be lost to her forever, today had been her last chance to come up here and have one last look around when all was quiet and peaceful and when she was not trespassing. This trip down memory lane would start of course down at the end of the building that was the farthest away from the cabin's front door. The bare patch of ground she found there would have been as unremarkable to her as it must be to most everyone else if it weren't for the series of events that were ignited right here about three decades ago. Juliet closed her eyes, a wistful smile forming on her face as her mind traveled back across the years. * * * Blushing hotly as her aunt generously complimented how nice she looked in those little cut off shorts and a snug fitting T-shirt, the teenager ducked her head in embarrassment, but it was obvious that she was very flattered. Nineteen years old and about to start her first year of college, it actually was true that Juliet Freeman had developed into quite the little heartbreaker. She had long and silky blonde hair that she was wearing pulled back into a ponytail, but a few loose strands still hung loose and blew across her face. Her eyes were large and a clear blue, her lips were full and moist, and her young face was clear and untouched by the scourge of acne. Her breasts were not large, but jutted from her chest proudly, their shape quite obvious through the thin top she was wearing since she had not chosen to wear a bra today. Her figure was lean and trim and came fully equipped with long, smooth legs and a taut little bottom. Though a girl like this would certainly populate many a fantasy and wet dream, she was just too impossibly sweet and innocent to recognize the fact. Her natural shyness had inhibited her social life among her peers greatly, but out here alone with just her family she felt safe and relaxed and perfectly at ease. In fact, she was so perfectly relaxed and so completely trusting that she didn't even notice how her favorite aunt had so skillfully maneuvered her around to the side of the little cabin the girl was even now leaning back against. They were well away from the structure's front door here and were also not near any of the windows, almost as if the older woman was trying to minimize the chance that anybody might overhear their conversation. None of this ever entered Juliet's mind though and so she never once suspected that the woman might have some kind of ulterior motive. Then again though, at this point it would have been news to her aunt as well. Bracing herself with one hand against the side of the cabin and leaning in so close to the young girl that they could carry on this conversation in an intimate whisper, Madeline Freeman wore a warm smile as she took the opportunity to better examine her niece's firm breasts while the teen was looking away. About twice as old as this little girl and happily married to the brother of Juliet's father since this young lady was just a toddler, Madeline had watched with great interest as her niece grew up. Madeline was someone who could well appreciate a person who was beautiful both on the inside and out regardless of whether they were male or female. Though she led a fairly sedentary life as a housewife, Madeline had managed to keep from packing on the pounds with a strict regimen of diet and exercise. Oh, to be sure she had not managed to avoid gaining any extra pounds, but fortunately only enough to make her look voluptuous. When you add to this how her shoulder length auburn hair was being gloriously highlighted by the sun, how her eyes were a deep blue and dancing with pleasure at how well the teenager was responding to her, and with her lips curved into a wide smile, she had all of the features that were guaranteed to drive someone to distraction. It was going to be a hot summer day and so she had dressed not unlike her niece this morning in a simple top and shorts - though her's were more conservative to say the least. Madeline had not come here today with the intention of trying to seduce her lovely young niece or anyone else, but there was just something about this sweet girl that she was finding irresistible today. Even now, she would have rounded angrily on anyone who dared to accuse of her hitting on her brother's daughter, but no outside observer could have seen how the two of them were interacting and drawn any other conclusion. Tittering girlishly under the onslaught of the older woman's flattery, Juliet murmured, "That's very sweet of you to say, Aunt Maddy, but . . ." Madeline hushed her quickly. "I wouldn't say it if it weren't true, honey," she swore sincerely, reaching up to catch and finger one of those golden strands drifting around the girl's face. "Why, you must have to beat the boys back home off with a stick." Juliet shook her head, her blush not dimming even one iota. "No, not really." "Oh, I can't believe that for a second," Madeline laughed playfully. "Not when it's someone as sweet and sexy as you." Juliet's head shot up at this and she gave her Aunt a startled, open mouthed look. She seemed to be having a little trouble finding her voice and the one she eventually came up with was hoarse and halting. ". . . sexy?" the teenager gasped in disbelief. " . . . do you really think I'm sexy?" Madeline's fingers surrendered that lock of golden blonde hair so that she could stroke the girl's cheek lightly with the back of her hand. "Of course I do," she answered, her voice growing deep and husky. "I would have to be blind not to be able to see how incredibly hot you are." There followed a lengthy silence as the two women just gazed deep into each other's eyes, completely lost in the profoundly intense emotion they were feeling at that moment. It was a time in which the couple completely forgot about the fact that they were related, about the fact that one of them was supposedly so happily married and the other was fresh out of childhood. It was an instant in time when the two of them were aware of nothing but each other and the new but passionate desire that they were feeling for each other. It was the sort of moment when good sense fell by the wayside and anything at all could possibly happen. This moment came to a sudden end though before anything actually did happen as the sound of voices and approaching footsteps suddenly broke through the haze of desire that had so clouded the two women's minds. Madeline and Juliet jerked apart guiltily, moving a step or two away from each other just in time to avoid being discovered in such an intimate moment. They watched breathlessly as the husband of one of them and the father of the other emerged together from the lake house with their tackle boxes and headed across to where a pick-up truck was parked, eagerly discussing how they were going to catch a boatload of fish today. Together, Juliet and Madeline watched them in silence for a long moment as the two men prepared for today's fishing trip. They glanced at each other then, what had been happening between them sinking in. It was a shocking moment to realize that what had started out as a simple and perfectly innocent conversation between aunt and niece had taken such an odd turn into flirting and forbidden desire. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, the couple parted company then with one of them heading into the cabin and the other going over to join the two men by the truck. Like moths to the flame though, they would not be able to stay away from each other for long. * * * As she remembered how that wondrously unique moment had come to a sudden end, Juliet slowly opened her eyes and brought the parade of vivid memories to a momentary stop. When she'd come out to the cabin with her parents that day, she could recall that she had been very annoyed with her two cousins for making excuses so they wouldn't have to come. Their two families were able to spend a weekend out at the cabin together only two or three times a year and so she thought these were moments to be treasured, not avoided. And didn't they always end up having a great time together? It had proven to be something of a blessing that they weren't there however as there was no way in the world that she and her aunt would have ever ended up seducing each other if the other kids were constantly underfoot. She didn't even want to think about what her life might have been like if she and her aunt had not ventured into the taboo that day. Finally stepping away from the cabin, Juliet walked slowly through the dust and the sparse stands of tall grass, through the tree line, and into the forest. These woods didn't seem any thicker now than they had been when she was a girl and the trees that encircled the cabin were not large ones, so it was possible to walk several yards into the forest without the lake house disappearing from view. There was a special spot out here in the woods though - one that Juliet and her cousins had discovered back when they were children. If you placed yourself into this little hollow, they could still see the cabin through the trees readily enough, but it was much more of a challenge for anyone in the cabin to see them out there. That little hollow was a magical place as far as the children had been concerned. A place out in the woods where they could slip off to play together, a place where they did not have any concerns about getting lost, and a place without any parents to tell you what to do was a place that no kid in the world could resist. Knowing that they would have a measure of privacy in a place like that, the nineteen year old Juliet had led her aunt out to that little hollow in the hope of continuing what they'd begun around the side of the cabin. Now standing once again at the edge of that hollow, Juliet once more let the vivid memories wash over her. * * * A couple of hours had passed since the teenaged girl and middle-aged woman had slipped away from the rest of the family to flirt at the side of the lake house. Ensconced in the one spot anywhere near the little cabin that gave them the most privacy without making it look too obvious that they had gone there looking for privacy, Juliet and Madeline had spent a little more time talking about things that would have raised the eyebrows of anyone who had been able to overhear them. The flattery had been going the other way this time for the most part. More than ever before, Juliet now seemed to be aware of what a beautiful woman her aunt was and how well she had taken care of herself and so she just could not stop herself from gushing about it. The older woman seemed even more overwhelmed by all the praise than Juliet had been earlier and she impulsively leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. Madeline drew back quickly afterward though and cautiously searched the girl's expression - wondering if perhaps she had done something wrong, gone too far. Juliet's eyes were dancing gaily though and there was a delighted smile on her lips. Without a second thought, she returned the favor by leaning forward herself to plant a kiss of her own on her Aunt's cheek. Madeline's breath caught and she raised a hand to the cheek the girl's lips had so lightly brushed. She actually looked just a little startled at first, but then her face flushed warmly and she smiled broadly. A silly giggle bubbled up from inside her and was echoed by Juliet, who reached up to brush her fingers through the older woman's hair. Unable to resist, Madeline leaned in then and pressed an all too brief kiss to her niece's lips. The contact lasted only an instant, but the electrical jolt it shot through these two women was stunning in it's power. Juliet gazed into her aunt's eyes for a long moment, her smile fading as she felt something very unexpected come churning to life in her heart and soul. The long and silent look she was receiving, the way that beautiful smile had disappeared, the wild and forbidden emotions that were threatening to overcome her, all conspired to make Madeline extremely nervous indeed. Had she moved too fast? Would this young girl get frightened and run to tell everyone about how her perverted aunt was putting the moves on her? An instant later, all of those worries were cast aside when Juliet once more followed the older woman's lead. With one hand on the back of Madeline's neck and the other firmly taking hold of one of her hands, the teenager leaned in to kiss her aunt's lips. This second kiss was only a little less fleeting than the previous one had been and was probably still within the bounds of what was appropriate for a girl and her aunt, but it was quite clear to them both that a line was being crossed. Again, a kiss was followed by a long pause as the couple just stared at each other, not only trying to gauge how the other was responding to what was happening, but also taking stock of their own reactions . Each was overjoyed - not to mention excited - to see nothing but approval and pleasure in the other and were encouraged to press this even farther. Juliet and Madeline leaned forward at the same time and shared a kiss that was long and tender and had absolutely nothing to do with the sort of chaste kisses normally shared between family members. It was a kiss of exploration, the kind of kiss that happens between two people who are just starting to realize just how much they love and desire each other. The kiss had hardly ended before it was followed by another. This one was only slightly longer and firmer than that last one, but this was the one that changed everything forever as it completely ripped away every last trace of the facade that all of this could be explained away as innocent affection between an aunt and her niece. It was during this kiss that Madeline's tongue brushed lightly across the teenager's lips, begging for admittance. Juliet was only too eager to open her mouth and the tip of her tongue touched the tip of her aunt's. It was a shocking, explosive moment and the two women broke apart suddenly with a loud gasp when they suddenly realized just how far they were going. They stared at each other long and hard, soaking in just how flushed and breathless they were and how the nipples which peaked their breasts were so obviously standing erect. This was their absolute last chance to back off and pretend like none of this had ever happened, but neither one of them were even remotely interested in doing that. However, just as the two of them were about to launch themselves at each other and indulge in the kind of kiss that would rocked their world, they were distracted by a shout from the cabin. "Juliet?! Madeline?! Where are you two?!" It was more than a little disconcerting to try to go from steamy and overheated all the way back to normal and innocent in an instant, but the voice of Juliet's mother brought an immediate end to the women's forbidden interlude among the trees. They both knew that they had no choice but to go back and rejoin the rest of the family or have to face difficult and unanswerable questions. Juliet and Madeline did pause long enough however to take a few long, deep breaths to try to calm and compose themselves, not wanting it to be too obvious that they had been making out in their little hiding spot. Reaching out, Juliet gave her aunt's hand a squeeze and smiled reassuringly at her. It was her way of saying without words that this interruption did not mean that they could not resume what they had been doing later. Madeline squeezed her hand back and smiled broadly. * * * Resurfacing again, Juliet shivered with pleasure and hugged herself as she remembered all of the wildly burning emotions she'd felt that day. She'd been quite a little fool that long ago afternoon. If the two of them had gotten caught messing around with each other like that there would have all kinds of trouble, of course. First and foremost, even though the two of them were related by marriage rather than blood, this was still incest. Secondly, there was the fact that Madeline was a married woman and her husband would not have been amused to learn that she was cheating on him. Given that his wife was betraying him with someone who was hardly more than a child surely would have made the insult even worse! But the teenaged Juliet simply hadn't been thinking in those terms. No, all she'd had on her mind back then was how wonderful it felt to know that someone like her had caught the eye of this beautiful and more experienced older woman. Given all the vagaries of dealing with boys her own age, she found the idea of being with someone whom she knew without question loved her just as much as she loved them awfully appealing An added benefit was that they could go all the way with this other woman and she didn't have to worry about getting pregnant or catching some disease. Even the fact that this woman happened to be one of her relatives couldn't dissuade her, instead making the whole affair seem that much more daring and exciting. Her new lover was married? Rather than discourage her, this made her see it as a challenge. She would need to work out the best way to seem to spend no more time with the other woman than she ever had, yet find times and places where they could be alone together to do whatever their heart's desired with nobody being the wiser. No, she hadn't been doing some of her clearest, most intelligent thinking that day. Instead, she been thinking like the impulsive, immature, hormone addled teenager that she was. Under the circumstances, it was very lucky that things had worked out so well. Turning away from the hollow with a smile, Juliet now made her way back to the lake house. As she remembered that magical day when she was introduced to the pleasures of the flesh by the wife of her father's brother, the next pivotal moment occurred on a little wooden bench right in front of the cabin. When she reached the bench, she just stared at it for a time, reflecting that nothing better demonstrated just how impulsive and indiscrete a teenaged girl could be than what happened right here. The Lake House * * * Juliet and Madeline had become inseparable during the time they had been at the little lake house and now was no exception. The family had enjoyed some good luck down at the lake this day and had caught plenty of fish and with evening now falling and the summer heat subsiding, they had decided to enjoy this meal on the picnic table out in front of the cabin. As the rest of them were bustling in and out of the cabin bringing the food and drink out to the table, aunt and niece had excused themselves and wandered over to sit on the little wooden bench - a spot from which they could watch all of the activity, be out of the way, and maybe also steal just a few more moments together. The two women got a few dirty looks and some comments from the others since they weren't helping, but they ignored all of it completely and in any case the family was in too good a mood to get seriously upset with them. Juliet and Madeline were somehow managing to cuddle up together on that unyielding, uncomfortable bench without it looking like they were cuddling, their tightly clasped hands held down between them where they might not be quite so noticeable. Their heads were down and tilted towards each other so that they could carry on a private conversation in the most intimate of whispers. They were sitting so close to each other in fact that they could feel the enticing heat radiating from each other's bodies. It had been a hot day and so whatever fragrance they might have had was now badly diluted with sweat, but it still made for a heady and arousing aroma. Something daring was being plotted in Juliet's pretty little head and she waited with great impatience for a moment when the entire family was back in the house and would not be able to see her and her aunt. When the right moment finally came, she grinned and boldly took the hand she'd been griping and pulled it straight to her thigh. The girl had placed her hand on the bare skin below the bottom edge of her cut-off's, but still perilously close to her crotch and Madeline first gasped in shock, but then moaned with pleasure. She could not help but let her hand stray just a little over the exquisitely soft and smooth flesh and so Juliet was soon whimpering with pleasure, Juliet had released the hand itself to permit it to roam over her thigh, but had instead taken hold of the wrist. As she rapidly grew more and more aroused, the teenager began to insistently pull that hand slowly but surely straight up between her legs. There was no question in Madeline's mind where her hand was being taken and the thought of being able to touch this girl's most intimate place, even through the denim of her shorts, was almost enough to make her swoon. Though she wanted dearly to be able to see herself grip this tender young woman by the crotch, she wanted to be able to look into her eyes when she did it even more and so she raised her head to find herself looking into Juliet's radiant, even joyful smile. Unfortunately, just as that wandering hand was just a hair's breadth away from it's landing spot, they heard the unmistakable sound of approaching voices from inside the cabin. In a panicky rush, the two women jerked apart as the door banged open and another load of food was rushed out to the little picnic table. Juliet and Madeline had let go of each other and scooted as far apart as they could go on that bench to try to hide what they had been doing, but even so they both felt it must be terribly obvious that they had just been misbehaving. They watched closely the whole time as the rest of the family worked at the table, but none of the others ever saw anything amiss about the couple and no alarm was ever raised. Ever so slowly the fear left their eyes and their heart rates slowed back down to normal. In fact, as she followed the rest of them back inside for what would turn out to be the last load, Juliet's mother actually looked right at the two of them and smiled. With everyone back inside and out of the way again, this time it was Madeline who took the initiative. Scooting back over to her niece so quickly that she startled the teen, she grabbed up one of the girl's hands in both of her own and pressed her lips to the palm in a quick kiss. Moving quickly so that they could do this before another interruption arrived, Madeline then pulled that hand straight to her bosom and pressed it there firmly. Juliet did not resist what her aunt was doing at all and let out a low, drawn out whine of sheer delight when she suddenly found her hand in such a place. Without even realizing she was doing it, the teenager cupped the breast she was holding and gave it a gentle squeeze, drawing a throaty cry of pure need out of the older woman. Reaching out with her other hand to grasp the back of her aunt's neck, she pulled her in for a hard, searing kiss that would leave them both seeing stars and gasping for breath. But then this stolen interlude came to a sudden end. "Come and get it!" The couple pulled apart again, having once more almost been caught in a compromising position by the rest of the family. Once more, there remained enough physical evidence to alert any observant person that something untoward had been happening, but seemingly nobody saw it. None of the rest of the family could have ever imagined anything like what was happening between the two of them, they would assume. As everyone came trooping back out of the cabin and across to the picnic table, the two women reluctantly gave up their spot on the bench and joined them, even though the last thing on either of their minds right now was a fish dinner. Juliet smiled to herself as she chose a spot to sit that was directly across from her aunt, thinking how much fun it would be to play footsie with her right there in front of everybody without anyone in the family knowing about it. * * * Juliet was chuckling to herself as she finally turned away from that bench. What a ridiculously daring girl she had been. Given wild and reckless behavior like that, it was amazing that she and her aunt didn't get caught red-handed. Had she had the common sense to consider all of the possible repercussions of what they were doing, she likely would have been frightened to give her so much as a wink, much less indulge in a full scale make out session. Under the circumstances then, it was really just as well that she had been a little stupid. Of course, she had gotten much smarter about her little adventures since. If she hadn't there would have been hell to pay many times over. Her little tour of this place continued and she soon found herself at her next to last stop. About midway between the lake house and the dirt road, a rectangular area had been carefully cleared and then lined on three sides with large rocks. Well aware of the risk of accidentally setting the often tinderbox dry woodland around here alight with a carelessly placed camp fire, the family had set this up as a sort of fire pit. There was always some talk about cooking up their meals out here, but more often they chose to make use of the rather more modern stove inside the cabin. Usually, the fire would be lit late in the afternoon and the grown ups would sit around it in folding lawn chairs to discuss just about every subject imaginable while the kids busied themselves with roasting marshmallows and hot dog wieners on sticks. As a girl, Juliet could well remember being absolutely mesmerized by both the fire and by how the waves of heat rose into the air above it. This was a spot that could have brought dozens of happy memories to her mind, but what she was remembering most right now was what happened between her and her aunt Madeline at the end of that wonderfully crazy day. She walked slowly all the way around the fire pit once, seeming to examine it from every angle. In her mind though, she was already starting to see that decades past night. However, it was only after she stepped a few paces away from it and turned to regard a tree standing not far away that she allowed the memories to fully overtake her. * * * As usual, the family had settled in around the fire pit as evening fell and the sky became a star speckled expanse of black velvet. Though the sun had by now fallen below the horizon, the temperature had not dropped too much and so they had elected to restrict themselves to a fairly small camp fire. In any case, the plan was to not stay up very late so that they could hit the lake nice and early the next morning to do yet more fishing. There was no point in building a large fire when would have to extinguish it soon before going back inside to bed. Naturally, things didn't go according to plan though as they got to talking about this and that and the time just got away from them. Juliet did not take part in the conversation for the most part, sitting on the hard ground far enough away from her aunt to avoid raising any eyebrows but still close enough to play havoc with the older woman's concentration. From her lawn chair, Madeline was not only able to get a peek down the neckline of the teenager's top, but she was able to enjoy the sight of those long, smooth legs. More than once, Madeline actually got so distracted looking at her niece that she mildly embarrassed herself by completely losing track of the conversation. Well aware of what kind of an effect she was having on her favorite aunt, Juliet was having a ball as she kept finding ways to position herself in seemingly innocent ways that nonetheless showed the other woman just a little more flesh. It was good fun for a while, but came to an end when her father started to notice and asked why she was fidgeting so much. Fortunately for her, Juliet's dad guessed that his little girl was being harassed by ants, not that she was hitting on one of his sister. As the evening progressed, they gradually started to drift of to bed. It was the two men first and, as they headed inside, they could be heard talking about how they needed to get some sleep if they were going to get up at the crack of dawn to get themselves some more fish. Juliet's mom lingered by the fire just a little longer, talking to Madeline about how all of their kids were doing. When she finally rose to go join her husband in bed, Juliet's mom left her daughter and Madeline alone apparently without a second thought or any concern that they might get up to any no good, asking only that they remember to put out the fire before they retired. This was the moment that Juliet and Madeline had been waiting for - a few quiet moments to be alone together. Well aware that they were positioned right next to a fire that would keep them illuminated in the darkness and that any of the others could look out a window at them at any time, the couple knew that the very best thing they could do was keep their hands to themselves. That was easier said than done, however. When the teenager held out one hand to her, Madeline took it and allowed herself to be drawn out of the lawn chair and down onto the ground next to her. Sitting side by side together, still holding onto each other's hands but keeping them down between them and so hopefully out of sight, the two women leaned in very close to enjoy another of those quiet, intimate conversations about everything and nothing. With every last one of their senses under overwhelming assault just from the nearness of the other, it was probably inevitable that something would happen and, in the end, it was Juliet who actually summoned up the unforgivable boldness to steal a quick kiss from the older woman. It proved to be a startling moment for them both and their heads snapped around to look worriedly towards the lake house. Surely, someone in there had seen that kiss and, no matter how brief it had been, would recognize that it was something other than the kind of chaste kiss normally shared by family members. The house stayed still, dark and silent though and no alarm was raised. In some ways it could be seen as rather unfortunate that nobody did see what was happening out by the fire as their success only emboldened the pair to test their luck by going even further. After all, if the family wasn't paying any attention to them, if they were actually going right to sleep in there, weren't they free to do anything they liked? What did they have to fear from being caught? Reassured and very relieved, the two women settled down once more and turned their attention back to each other with warm, happy smiles and much flirting and teasing and playful giggling. With one more quick glance towards the house to see if she could see any movement, any faces in the window, Madeline leaned in herself for a kiss. Unlike the brief peck Juliet had stolen though, this was a longer, sweeter kiss that seemed to melt every synapse in their brains and only made them both want so much more. Their eyes once more turned to the cabin and they waited together to see if there would be any reaction from the family this time. Once again all was still and silent though and the two women were given much more confidence that nobody was paying any attention to them and that they could do whatever they liked. Juliet and Madeline were rapidly becoming fatally overconfident, but not because either of them really believed what they were doing was at all safe. Instead, they simply found each other absolutely irresistible and could not resist this opportunity to indulge in their incestuous lust for each other. The couple just decided to ignore the danger they were foolishly putting themselves into in exchange for this opportunity to be together. Raising the hand that was not still tightly griping that of her niece, Madeline touched the girl's cheek and turned Juliet's face away from the house and back to her. The kiss which followed started out as a slow, lingering kiss - but it did not stay that way for long. With the couple feeling less and less concern by the moment over whether or not someone might catch them red-handed, the kiss soon took on a life of it's own and deepened into something that would surely make the record books. Juliet didn't hesitate at all when the inspiration struck her and she reached up to firmly cup one of her aunt's breasts. Madeline let out a moan from the back of her throat that was muffled by the intense kiss they were sharing, thrusting her chest forward to try to push even more of her bosom into her young lover's hand. The kiss was finally broken only when the two women finally realized that they also needed to breathe once in a while, backing off an inch or two so that they could smile breathlessly and gaze longingly into each other's sparkling eyes. "I want you, baby," Madeline hissed urgently, the cabin, her husband and everyone else within it already completely forgotten. "I want you now." Juliet answered in a voice made husky by her urgent need. "Take me . . ." At Madeline's insistence, they moved a little away from the fire pit and sat back down on the ground, the older woman leaning back against a convenient tree, her legs outstretched and spread wide apart. Juliet seated herself between the other woman's legs, leaning back into her as Madeline's arms wrapped snugly around her middle. A moment later found one of the older woman's hands up underneath Juliet's top and firmly caressing her pert young bosom. The teenager had been only too eager to unfasten her shorts for her and so Madeline's other hand had disappeared inside to start working on the swampy cunt within. As the girl held on tight to the legs which extended out to either side of her, griping the flesh hard enough to leave vivid bruises, Madeline masturbated her vigorously. Juliet had her eyes closed, her head lolling back onto the shoulder of the woman behind her as she focused her entire being on savoring all of the physical sensations she was being given, thoroughly amazed at how different it felt when her pussy was being manipulated by a hand other than her own. Madeline had her face tilted down and to the side so that she could pepper the girl's cheek and neck with loving kisses, one hand roaming relentlessly over those incredible little breasts and the other skillfully stroking that boiling cunt in all of those ways that only another woman would know to do. It was an intense and astonishingly powerful moment for both aunt and niece, the kind of event that would sear itself forever into their memories. Unfortunately, it also left them so focused on each other that neither one of them heard the soft crunch of approaching footsteps until it was far too late. * * * One might have thought that the memories might have dimmed considering how many years had passed and how much had happened to her since, but after thirty years Juliet still found them vivid and powerful. Then again, it had certainly been a defining moment for her - an incident that had changed her life forever. For the better, she was unshakeably convinced. Oh, she had gotten quite a scare that first evening though. Locked up in a torrid, feverish embrace with her own aunt, getting herself thoroughly groped and skillfully fingered, even the teenaged Juliet had known that there was no innocent explanation that could be offered up for this crime if they were discovered. It had been a heart-stopping moment then when she looked up and suddenly discovered her mother standing over them. She and Madeline had finally been caught red-handed in their forbidden fun! This could have turned very ugly, very fast. Turning away at last from that fire pit and the tree, Juliet now made her way back towards the cabin. She clearly recalled how this was when the blinders at long last fell away from her eyes, how that had been the moment when she stopped thinking like an impulsive girl and started acting like someone who was mature enough to understand what kind of consequences this sort of behavior could bring. Then again, as she'd looked up fearfully into the scowling face of her mother while her aunt had one hand in her pants and the other up under her shirt, it was kind of hard not to think about anything but how much trouble she was in. Well, now that her mother had found them out, what would she do about it? Scream at them for a little while, then drag them inside to let the two men in the cabin do some screaming at them? It was probably the best she could have plausibly hoped for. Even though neither of her parents had ever laid a violent hand on her before, the teenager could easily believe that something like this could even drive them to smack her around some! Juliet couldn't remember ever being so scared as she was at that moment, but in the end there was no explosion. As the Juliet of today arrived at the front of the cabin, she stopped before one of it's windows and just looked at it in silence as she recalled the terror she felt that night and how her mother had chosen to deal with this incident. In a firm voice that would brook no argument, Juliet's mother had simply told her to go inside and get to bed. It was pretty evident even to someone as naive as the teenaged Juliet that her mother wanted to talk to her sister alone, but the girl had been hesitant to leave her aunt to have to face the other woman all by herself. This was her fault as much as it was Madeline's, after all. On the other hand, she reasoned that her mother must already be furious and if she now refused to do what as she was told, it was only going to make the situation even worse. At that point, there had seemed at least a chance that her father and uncle would never have to hear about this, that her mother intended to handle this herself quietly and without making it public. Perhaps she meant to try to save her brother's marriage and didn't want her husband to know how wicked their daughter really was. The Lake House Well, to the young Juliet's mind, whatever that could be done to avoid the huge scandal this was threatening to turn into was certainly worth doing. Though fearful of the tongue lashing she was sure her poor aunt was going to receive just as soon as she was gone, Juliet gave the older woman a look of the deepest regret before scrambling to her feet and dashing off to the lake house. Juliet could clearly remember how it had taken her an extra long time to get ready for bed that night. She must have gone to the window a dozen times or more to see how things were going out there, worried that her mother and aunt might actually come to blows. She was very relieved to see that it looked as though the two women were keeping calm and carrying on a quiet conversation as they put out the camp fire. At that moment, she would have given anything to be able to hear what they were talking about out there. She kept up her watch at the window, very conscious of the sounds of her father and uncle snoring nearby, until the two women outside started back towards the cabin together. Only then did she rush to throw herself into bed and pretend to be asleep. Standing now at that same window she had spent so much time staring out that evening thirty years ago, she deliberately chose to remember the sense of panic and terror that she'd had to endure. It was so much more fun to focus on the more pleasant parts of that weekend, but it just wouldn't have been right to recall only some of this tale. Besides, it was good to keep in mind the perils you faced if you chose to live the kind of life she had. The moment you got complacent about it, you would get careless, and then all would be lost. It would take only an instant to destroy what had taken a lifetime to build. To her credit, this was what had been on Juliet's mind as she trembled under the covers that night, pretending to be already be asleep when the two older women came inside. Oh, she knew perfectly well that she was in big trouble with her mom right now, but she found herself hoping and praying that she hadn't wrecked her aunt and uncle's happy home. With her eyes tightly closed, she'd listened as the two older women moved about the lake house without saying a word, separating to join their husbands. Having feared that the lights would suddenly flare on, that her father and uncle would be rousted from their beds, and that her mother would reveal all, Juliet heaved a soft sigh. Judgement Day had evidently been deferred until the morning and that had suggested to the girl that her mother meant to wait until after the men left to go fishing to handle this. Hoping to hold the family together, her mother probably meant to give them a stern if not vitriolic lecture behind the men's back so that they could pretend to still be a happy and normal family when they got back. If her guess was right, it meant that she and Madeline were really going to get off pretty easy, considering the nature of their crime. Reaching out to run a hand slowly and almost caressingly over the side of the cabin in the here and now, Juliet recalled how long it had taken her to get to sleep that night, not to mention how poorly she'd slept. She'd been a real mass of nerves that evening, ready to jump at even the slightest sound. Even now, some three decades later, Juliet had to wonder just how well she would have slept if she'd only known what was really in store for her come the dawn. It certainly was the last thing she would ever have expected, but then again, before that day she would never have believed that she would ever end up committing lesbian incest with her aunt. The first day of this weekend getaway had been one of incredible surprises, but the second day was going to be equally stunning. She let her eyes drift closed, immersing herself now in the final act of that ancient drama. * * * With her uncle and father eager to get back down to the lake to have another try at catching some fish, breakfast the next morning proved to be rather a brief affair. Over night, Juliet had started to wonder if perhaps her mother was just letting her husband and his brother have one last good night's sleep before hitting them with the bad news of what happened last night. She waited with breathless anticipation all through breakfast this morning and then while their menfolk prepared for their fishing trip, but nobody ever said a single word about lesbianism or incest. Perhaps her assumption that her mother was going to try to keep this quiet had been right? Her aunt Madeline seemed to be worried too and kept shooting little looks at her sister when she thought nobody was looking. Juliet would have loved to have been able to take her aside to offer a little comfort and see if she had any inkling of what her mother had in store for them, but the teen didn't need to be told trying to get this woman who had so briefly her lover alone would be a mistake right now. Though no casual observer would have detected it, her mother was watching the two of them like a hawk. When the two men left shortly after breakfast, a small cloud of dust rising up behind their truck and the motor boat it was towing, Juliet watched them go with mixed emotions. She was not eager to have to take whatever her mother had in store, but then again the tension of waiting for whatever was to come was killing her. In the long run, it would be better to get this over with and find a way to put it behind them. The three women stood in front of the lake house and watched as the two men departed, waving until they were out of sight. Only when she was absolutely sure they were gone did Juliet's mother turn to the other two. "It's too hot out here. Why don't we go inside and talk this over in the air conditioning?" Juliet was amazed by how calm her mother was being. With the two men gone, she would have anticipated that at least a little of the fury she must surely have been feeling would have slipped out, but her mother was keeping cool and collected. If she hadn't known better, she might even have thought they were just going inside to catch up on the latest family gossip. The cabin's air conditioning was provided by a couple of those big and ugly units that have to be mounted in a window. The quiet hum of one of these devices would provide a backdrop to the conversation that was now taking place in the living room. Directing her daughter and sister to sit together on the room's old but serviceable couch, Juliet's mother sat down across from them in a recliner that had been patched with duct tape, crossing her legs. "So, how long has this been going on?" Juliet glanced at her aunt briefly, then hung her head. "It all started yesterday," she admitted in a small voice. "We just got to talking, but that somehow turned into flirting. We started kissing and then . . ." Juliet's voice trailed off at that point as she found it next to impossible to talk openly about her sex life. "Things just sort of snowballed from there." "Neither one of us came here expecting anything to happen between the two of us, Kelly" Madeline offered. "I swear that neither one of us have ever even thought about each other romantically before. Something just clicked between us yesterday and I guess we both got more than a little carried away." Kelly Freeman quietly considered that for a moment. "So, nobody was being forced to do anything against their will? Nobody was pressuring you to do anything you didn't want to? In the end, this was simply something you both wanted to do?" "That's right," said both Juliet and Madeline. Juliet's mother smiled softly. "I'm sorry to have interrupted you two last night, but I'm sure you will understand that I was concerned about my little girl. It's vitally important, Juliet, that you don't get into anything like this if you don't know what your doing and if you can't be discrete. It was just plain foolish to do what you two were doing last night right by the fire where anyone could have seen you." Juliet looked at her mother with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open. "What? You mean, you're okay with this?" Kelly laughed at that. "I wouldn't quite say I'm all right with it, honey. Whenever I've thought about who I'd like to see you end up with, let's just say that I never pictured the wife of your father's brother. As for you, Madeline, let's just say that I do not approve of adultery. No, if it were up to me, this wouldn't be happening. "On the other hand, I'm not unaware of how powerful the allure of incest can be once those kind of feelings have been ignited. I was only one year older than you are now, Juliet, when I ended up in bed with my brother. Let me tell you, when something like this gets started, there is just no way to stop it. I'll bet Nathan and I packed a good two or three lifetimes worth of sex into a little over two years!" Juliet's chin was now on the carpet, her eyes bulging from their sockets. "You and uncle Nathan are lovers?! I never would have guessed!" Her mother shook her head. "No, dear. He and I slept together back in college, but we stopped a very long time ago. We haven't seen each other naked since well before you were born." It took a long moment for the conversation to get back on track after a revelation like that. When your whole world seems to change in an instant, it takes a little time to get all your synapses firing correctly again. Kelly just waited it out, watching as Madeline and Juliet tried to get a handle on the world again. "Well, getting back to the present," Madeline ventured at length, "what are we going to do about . . . this." Kelly settled back into her chair. "As long as you two are both going into this with your eyes open, as long as you will promise to make every effort not to hurt each other, and so long as you will exercise a little discretion so that nobody has to get hurt, I'm not going to object if you two want to be lovers." This was so far beyond anything that Juliet had ever expected that she could literally feel her brain melting down. She looked across to her aunt and saw that she seemed to be having the same problem. Madeline finally felt the weight of her stare and turned a searching look on her. What would come next? Would they back off this madness and become a normal family once again, or would they pursue it and see where it led them. They each seemed to reach the same decision at the same moment and wide smiles appeared, their hands reaching out to squeeze each other. Kelly didn't need to be told what her daughter and sister had decided and, though she was still worried that it would cause them all great trouble down the road, she just couldn't keep a small smile from slipping through. Perhaps she was looking back on her own experience with incest through the proverbial rose-colored glasses, but she saw that these two were embarking on a wild and unforgettable ride. She jerked a thumb towards one of the bedrooms. "Why don't you two go in there? I'll give you a holler if it looks like the guys are coming back." "This feels so weird," Juliet was saying, hugging herself as she led her aunt into the bedroom. "Coming in here to have sex with my own aunt, knowing that my mother is just in the next room, that she knows what we're doing in here, and that she is all right with it. It's just mind boggling!" Madeline was closing the door behind them when she heard the uncertain tone in the younger woman's voice. "Well, you know we don't have to do anything . . ." It was true that this situation had her totally weirded out, but when she turned to face her aunt she wanted to leave no question in the young woman's mind about what she wanted to happen. In an instant, she had closed the distance between them, tangled her fingers in her aunt's hair and gave her a kiss that very nearly knocked her senseless. When she backed off again, it was with a certain amount of satisfaction that she saw how stunned and breathless her efforts had left the older woman. There were two bedrooms in this cabin, one at each end of the building, and this one was large and equipped with two twin beds. This was the very room in which the two married couples had spent the previous evening. Madeline watched as her teenaged girlfriend turned her back on her and made her way very deliberately over to the bed she and her husband had spent the night in. Pulling her T-shirt up and over her head, Juliet dropped it to the floor as she walked over to the side of the bed. Wanting to tease the older woman just a bit, she kept her back turned to the older woman as she then reached behind her to open the catch of her bra so that Madeline would only be able to catch the briefest and most tantalizing glimpses of her firm bosom. As she slipped the bra off, holding it out to the side at arm's length before letting it drop to the ground, Juliet looked back over her shoulder and smiled. Her aunt looked spellbound as she watched her disrobe, frozen to the spot and unaware that she was drooling, which was exactly the reaction the teen had been hoping for. Juliet now unfastened her belt and opened up her jeans, bending forward at the waist to push her jeans down to the ground. This presented her taut little ass covered in only a thin pair of panties to the closely watching older woman, of course, and she made sure to stay there for a few moments to make sure she got a good look. Then Juliet stood back up and stepped out of her fallen pants. Only now did the teenager turn back to face her aunt, finally allowing her to have a good long look at those jutting breasts and their hardened peaks. Madeline was panting excitedly, her hands clenched white-knuckle tight at her sides, unable to look anywhere but at the young vision of beauty who now stood in front of her. Considering what a naive, unworldly little girl she had been about this time yesterday, Juliet was obviously a quick learner, figuring out the tricks necessary to turn something good into something great. Madeline was pawing at the ground, all set to lunge forward and finally claim this girl as her own, but Juliet was not quite done pouring fuel on the fire yet. Wearing a sly smile, she climbed up onto the bed and situated herself right in the middle, spreading her legs good and wide. Using two fingers, she pulled aside the crotch of her panties and revealed an aroused and ready twat to the older woman's very interested gaze. "So, what are you waiting for, aunt Maddy?" There was no stopping Madeline then. Throwing herself forward, she launched herself onto the bed and ended up right where she wanted to be, between the younger woman's legs. Juliet squealed, delighted by her lover's enthusiasm, then let out a hoarse moan when a tongue tasted her for the first time. Madeline glanced up at her with a grin, then devoted her full attention to her delectable meal. Juliet was so overcome by the intense feelings that were coming from between her legs that her fingers slipped free of the crotch of her panties, but Madeline quickly replaced them with her own fingers, making sure that swampy cunt would not get covered up again. Indeed, she pulled them over far enough to make sure puckered sphincter was also exposed. Juliet crashed back to the bed, gasping and moaning and her eyes rolling back in her head, when her aunt really went to work on her then. Madeline proved to have some skill in this area and was enthusiastic in her efforts, her teeth nibbling and her tongue darting and lapping and lashing in precisely the right ways to drive a teenaged girl out of her mind. As if this vigorous assault was not enough, a probing finger slid easily right up into her ass. As more and more cries of delight escaped the girl, rising steadily in volume, there was a thought in the back of Juliet's mind that she should perhaps make an effort to keep quiet. She rejected the idea though since it wasn't like her mother in the next room didn't know what was going on in here. Besides which, it was highly questionable if she even would have been able to keep the noise down if she had wanted to. Perhaps it was her lack of experience or perhaps it was just that her aunt had a real talent for cunnilingus, but it did not take long at all for the girl to reach her climax. With her shrieks of ecstasy reaching a window rattling, ear-splitting crescendo, Juliet grabbed hold of her aunt's head with both hands and mindlessly rubbed the older woman's face firmly into her spurting snatch as the overwhelming waves of energy cascaded and rebounded through her. With her young girlfriend left limp and panting by this orgasm, moaning softly with a blissful smile on her face, Madeline rose from between her legs. Splattered with the teenager's juices, her own smile one of satisfaction in a job well done, the older woman moved herself up the bed so that she could take the teen into her arms for a cuddle and some tender kisses while they waited for her to recover. As she finally regained her senses, Juliet looked at the other woman with something akin to awe. "Wow, that was incredible! I never would have imagined that anything could feel like that." Madeline just smiled, holding onto the girl and caressing her. When she finally caught her second wind, Juliet took charge by grabbing her lover and suddenly rolling her over onto her back. The teen levered herself up on top her immediately and started kissing her long and hard full on the mouth, tasting herself. Taken by surprise by the girl's boldness, Madeline didn't respond at first, but as soon as she had figured things out she started kissing her back hungrily. Juliet was a wild woman. Her kisses were deep and bruisingly hard, her tongue trying desperately to wrestle her aunt's into submission. Her hands were busy, not merely grabbing and squeezing at the older woman's breasts but also tearing at her top and trying to get it off. Her legs were spread apart so that one of Madeline's legs went between them, so Juliet was rubbing her still boiling cunt firmly against the other woman's thigh. So many things were happening so fast that Madeline could hardly keep up, but she was enjoying it far too much to even think about protesting the rough treatment. Madeline's blouse soon gave up the ghost, no match for the determined girl. Stretched out of shape, most of it's buttons coming flying off, the blouse was yanked wide open to reveal a set of full breasts encased in a simple white bra. Juliet actually let out a triumphant cry and, rather then take the time to try to unfasten and remove this piece of underwear, she just grabbed hold of the cups and jerked them down to unveil her aunt's bosom. The kisses stopped abruptly then and Juliet eagerly moved down to feast on her aunt's breasts, thoroughly savoring the taste of all that tender flesh. Madeline moaned deeply, just as unconcerned with keeping quiet as her niece had been, chanting the girl's name and stroking her hair. Juliet was impatient and wanted the treat that was waiting for her in between the older woman's legs. Hauling herself back out of Madeline's cleavage, the girl scrambled back towards the foot of the bed so that she could launch an assault on her aunt's pants. Hardly had the button and zipper yielded to her before Juliet was off the foot of the bed and jerking off those slacks by the legs. Madeline had never been the object of such wild and uncontrollable desire before and she was not quite sure how to handle it except by playing the submissive and allow her loving assailant to have her way with her. It was obvious where the girl was headed for and so, just as soon as her panties were also ripped off, Madeline opened her legs wide to offer up her dripping cunt to Juliet. Juliet didn't hesitate to take her up on the offer, leaping onto the bed not unlike her aunt had earlier. A yell of passion unlike anything that had ever escaped her lips before erupted from Madeline as soon as her niece began dining on her, the intensity of what she was feeling unparalleled. The Lake House The air was hushed, nearly silent as it blew across the surface of the land and the lake. It was warm with a chilly aftertaste, like many late summer mornings have. Frogs croaked, crickets chirped, and birds sang, mixing together to form a natural melody that was beautiful to the ears. She sat on the deck overlooking the water, sipping at a cup of peppermint hot chocolate with her laptop in front of her opened to an empty Word document. It was the woman's first morning at her lake house. Quinn had arrived the night before, rushing to get out of the cold rain, and had hardly been able to marvel at the beauty of the area. Everything was green, even in the early morning when the light was barely coming from the sunrise. It was the type of place that she knew would inspire her to start writing her memoir, something that she had been planning to do even while she was in college, but had never had the mindset to actually complete. So there she sat, staring at the tinted screen. Quinn lacked inspiration, even now, and she cursed in her mind. She had been able to write at any given second when she was young, but as she'd grown older, that ability had slowly faded away. Now she would have to rush to write down key phrases to remember ideas in the middle of the day, reveling in the pools of ideas that would come to her mind at the worst possible times—in the middle of the day, teaching her second grade class how to multiple simple numbers or reading through a book with the students in the college classes she taught at night. And then once she got home, Quinn hardly had the time or energy to sit down and pour her soul into anything, much less a story. So was the life of a working person. As she sat there, she wondered where she should start. Her life had not been all that interesting, but publishers wanted to hear, or rather read, about it, so she'd agreed as long as they gave her a while to do it. She had the idea to do it through stream of consciousness writing, as to give the readers an even deeper look into her mind. So she began typing, as to create an authentic flow. When you're writing a story, you have to give your characters a realistic background, so the reader can understand where the character is coming from in the way that they speak, or the way that they act, the things that they do. But this is much, much different. This is me, not a figment of my imagination. It's interesting to see what comes to mind when you're told to write something that explains why you are who you are. I've thought of telling you the story of how I learned to ride a bike, secondhand since I hardly remember since I was so young; I thought of telling you about losing a tooth in a bowl of mac n' cheese once at the babysitter's house; I thought of telling you how I got inspiration to write my first story. I thought about telling you about my first real fist-fight in school, about how the first book that I really got into and wanted to real more of, about how I met my husband. But these things kind of seem so trivial to me now, like they weren't as important to me in the long run as they should have been, could have been. But then again... It feels just like yesterday when I was sitting in a second grade classroom. We had gotten an assignment that was to last us all year—writing a short story every day and drawing a picture to go along with it. Mine was about a horse, as always, and how it saved the day when a little cat was in trouble. I got so into this story, so emotionally involved in the well-being of this cat and the heroism of the horse. But I would never write in pencil, only in markers or colored pens. I wanted my stories to have flare, which, even still, I think makes up for their lack of depth. Is this what inspired me to write, though? No, I'd say. Not really. Quinn sat there after she typed it and re-read it three times, inspecting it for typos or errors in grammar. It definitely was not what she had expected it to be, but she went with the flow of what she was writing. She wanted this to sound natural, not forced like some of the other things she'd written about herself. As she was just about to begin typing again, she heard a noise that sounded like splashing water. She looked up and saw that across the lake, which was not very far away, there was a man swimming along the water, seeming to begin laps. She could not make out his face until he swam closer, but she saw that he had dark hair, which was a bit overgrown and clung to his face. As he grew closer, her still watching him absentmindedly, she saw that he had a strong jaw, much like the woman's husband. The muscles on his back were so noticeable, even from a distance, that she had to squirm a bit as heat rushed through her. Before she knew it, he was coming close to where she was sitting on the deck. Quinn tried to look away, but she kept glancing back. Her face turned red as she realized this, scolding herself. You're married, Quinn. Control yourself, she thought. It was hard to, though, with how her marriage was going. When she first married Gerald at the age of twenty-one, everything had been pure bliss. They had been in the honeymoon stage for at least the first five years—best friends, and lovers. But after he had gotten a promotion, and she took up teaching night school classes, they seemed to lose time for each other. Neither had enough energy to make love as often as they had before, or even to have long conversations about their days. It had been months since they'd had quality sex. So no, she really could not control herself—Quinn had always been as sexual as any given man, if not more so as she got closer to her prime. She went to her web browser and typed in "literotica.com." She picked a story about a couple on vacation and slipped off her sweatshirt, leaving her only in a tank top and sweatpants—she hadn't bothered with any undergarments when she'd woken up. Her nipples stirred as they were immersed in the chilly air. As she read the words, she slowly ran her hand lightly over her stomach, creating a tingling sensation that spread to all of the right places, making her buds even more erect. She used her other hand to take her deep red hair out of the hair tie it had been strung up in, letting it fall to tickle her shoulders. Slowly but surely, the hand made its way underneath the waistband of her pants, her fingers running through the thin strip of hair that lied beneath them and dipping into the wetness that had pooled. Quinn's head tilted back in pleasure as she made contact with the little nub that had come out of its hiding place and her eyes closed, biting her lip gently. It had been a while since she'd been intimate with herself, and she was basking in the sensations. She began to rub her clitoris very slowly, making circles around it. She began to get jolts of pleasure, so Quinn picked up the speed a bit, slipping the other hand inside of her top to cup her left breast. She squeezed a nipple as she rubbed her clit, letting a little whimper escape her full lips. Releasing her nipple, she pulled down her shirt's thin straps and exposed her breasts to the breeze. They nearly instantly hardened. Then her free hand went inside her pants to join the other, rubbing her throbbing lips and teasing her opening. She heard a noise in the water again but did not bother to open her eyes to look. She continued with the rubbing and the teasing, and she felt her muscles begin to tense so she plummeted a finger deep inside of her soaked pussy, making a come-hither motion with it and rubbing the right spot inside of her. She moaned a little, adding a second finger, which barely fit inside the tight space. More whimpered escaped her mouth as she began pumping and rubbing in and out of her pussy, trying to get to the edge. Quinn told herself that she'd stop just when she got there and save it for later. Suddenly, she felt something wet touch her nipple and she opened her eyes. It was the man, the swimming man, and he was beautiful. His lips were wrapped around her nipple, his tongue playing with it. She gasped loudly but did not pull away. She took a hand away from her pussy and used it to pull his head closer to her body. He took her other perky breast into his hand, rubbing it and squeezing it rhythmically. She moaned as his teeth tugged gently at her bud, his tongue still rubbing at it. His free hand was rubbing at her thigh through her pants, teasing the inside of her thigh. He switched breasts, kissing a pathway between the beautiful globes. Her fingers gripped his hair as she was driven closer and closer to the edge. He moaned, his voice deep and sensual, the noise vibrating on her skin. And then his hands were on the waist of her pants, trying to pull them free to get full access to her body. She lifted her hips off of the chair, allowing him to tug them off. His lips detached from her nipple long enough for him to remove her sweatpants, pulling them all the way off and kneeling between her legs. His mouth was back but it was on Quinn's stomach, licking and kissing, and his pants were on her inner thighs, rubbing them up and down. Even if she had wanted to protest what had begun to happen, it was doubtful that she would be able to find her voice. He took her hand away from her own pussy and replaced it with his own, pushing two of his fingers, much thicker and longer than her own, into her warm cavern. His mouth moved down from her stomach, and his face nuzzled her pubic area, his nose rubbing up and down her landing strip. She gasped as he continued to pump her, daring to moan a bit louder than before, trying to encourage him to touch her there with his tongue instead of just teasing. His mouth was right there—she could feel his hot breath on her wet lips. But he began to slow down his efforts, rubbing a little more softly inside of Quinn. She whimpered in protest. "Just do it," she gasped, pleasure still writhing throughout her body. He looked up at her and smiled this overwhelming smile that made her pussy even wetter than it already was, if that were even possible for the slick crevice. "Beg for it," he told her before kissing up her thigh from her knee. His tongue flicked out and ran along her sensitive skin there. "No!" she said earnestly, not wanting to give up any dignity than she already had. The man sighed. "Well..." He made a face and began to pull away. Quinn grabbed his hand, her eyes wide open. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" she demanded. "Home," he replied. "I should be swimming laps anyway." He winked. "It was nice to meet you." But she did not release his arm so he could leave. "Get back here." "Why should I?" he asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows. She huffed. "You know why—to finish what you started." "Like I said, my services aren't free. I require only one thing: you've got to beg for the services," he said, a goofy grin on his face. The man took one of his fingers and put it in his mouth, his cheeks going inward as he sucked her juices off of it. "Mm," he moaned, looking upward briefly. "And how I hate to leave such a lovely pussy unattended." "Please," she said softly. "What? I can't hear you," he replied. "What do you want?" "Please," she repeated. "I want you to touch me." "Where?" "You know where," she said indignantly, standing up. She pushed him back against the rail of the deck, her hands rested low on his hard stomach. "I want you to touch me, everywhere. I want your tongue everywhere, especially on my pussy. I won't beg, you're simply going to give it to me." He raised his eyebrows. The man had not expected such behavior from the woman, he was definitely surprised. He put a hand on her waist, running it slowly up her side as he eyed her beautiful body. He didn't even know this woman's name and she had already gotten him wrapped around her finger. Without warning, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder, and headed towards the inside of his house. If any neighbors had been outside, they would have gotten a wonderful view of her glistening pussy. "What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, hitting his back. "Where's the bedroom?" he asked her, then thought a moment. "Actually this will do." He practically threw her on the couch, nearly knocking over the ceramic bowl on the coffee table. Soon he was on top of her, between her thighs, a hand rubbing at her wet pussy while the other slipped around her waist to pull her closer to him. Their mouths met for the first time, a kiss completely filled with lust and passion. As soon as his fingers were back inside of her, Quinn stopped her slight resistance, moaning into his mouth. She nibbled at his bottom lip, she sucked at it. She could feel his hard shaft on her thigh, only separated by the thin swim trunks he was wearing. Quinn could tell even then that it was a big one, something she was not used to—her husband was only about five inches and not as thick as she would have liked. But now there was this beautiful man on top of her, pleasuring her. She did not want to think about Gerald right now, just about the mysterious swimmer who was now being made into a lover. The man moved his lips from her mouth to the nape of her neck, grinding himself on her thigh. He lapped at it like a dog, tasting the sweat that had formed there. He knew all of her weak spots without knowing her name. "Tell me what you want me to do," he murmured into her ear as he nibbled at it. "Lick my pussy," she said breathlessly, gasping for air as his fingers pinched her nipple hard. He let out a moan of his own. That was exactly what he'd wanted her to say—not only was oral his specialty, but he loved doing it. He'd already sampled her taste from his fingers and now he wanted more. This time he didn't bother to tease the rest of her body on the way down to her beautiful cunt. He wanted it too badly this time. The man got off of the couch, pulling her hips toward the edge of the cushion so he had free rein over her. He raised her legs, wrapping his arms around them and spreading them enough to give him space to work. He ran his face up and down her smooth thighs. The scent of her arousal filled the room, but this close it was even more apparent. The man inhaled deeply, his erection throbbing in his pants. He kissed either side of her slit, then on stop and under it. He ran his lips along the beautiful specimen, placing tiny kisses over her clit. His tongue reached out to take a quick lick at it and Quinn moaned, gripping the back of the couch aggressively to keep herself from pushing his head into her—she wanted to be teased and pleasured to the maximum level. He continued to do this, tracing the outline of her plump outer lips with his tongue, and then moving inside of those to her delicate inner ones. He relished the sexy taste. In his mind, this was ambrosia. After repeating this motion a few times, he took one of those pretty inner lips into his mouth and sucked, rubbing at it with his tongue. He did this for a while, then repeated it on the other side. She let out a gasping whimper in response, gripping the couch even harder. Her entire body teased as she tried to focus all of her attention on his actions. He shoved her legs even farther apart, suddenly burying his tongue deep in her opening. She whimpered even more, arching her back, trying to get his tongue deeper inside of her. He pumped his tongue in and out of her tight little pussy, curling his tongue to lap up her delicious juices. His lips went up to her clit and wrapped around it, beginning to suck and tongue at it as he plunged a finger into her hole... [To be continued] The Lake House Geoff was really looking forward to the week at his parents lake house. After finishing his exams, he could use a little R&R, either relaxing alone to recharge his body or cruise around the lake in the boat, going to the different bars to meet up with the girls that were there on spring break. the weather was perfect. A warm front had just moved in and promised a beautiful week. First, however, he just wanted to get to the house and relax. "What the fuck?" he thought to himself as he pulled up the dirt and gravel driveway. Parked behind the house was a blue, '07 Honda Civic, his old car, that his younger sister now drove. "What the hell is she doing here?" Geoff mumbled, pulling up beside the car. "Fuck!" Geoff and his younger sister had had an on again, off again relationship, and for the past year or so, its been very "off". At four years older, Geoff loved his little sister, often taking care of her and being very protective of her. With both their parents working, Geoff had taken care of his sister, taking her with him when he was with his friends and making sure she had done her studies. In many ways, he felt like a parent to her. However, over the past couple of years, she had begun to spread her wings, sort of speak, trying to break out from under her popular brother's shadow. She used to love being known as Geoff's little sister, but now she was a senior in high school and was trying to be her own person. Even today, after he had been gone for nearly four years, people she might just meet will refer to her as "Geoff's little sister." Geoff grabbed his bags and went into the house, expecting a small fight. "Angie?" he called out, entering the house. There was no answer. He assumed she was down at the lake, either on the dock, the boat or in someone else's boat. The house wasn't too messy, less than he expected, but his parent's room was strewed with clothes. Geoff went to his old room before calling his parents to bitch. "You knew I was coming, Mom. I told you two months ago I wanted to use the lake house." Geoff listened to his mother, tapping his foot in disgust. "You mean Sammy is here, too? SHIT!!!..... Sorry, Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.........Yes, I'll be nice, I promise. And I'll be nice to Sammy, too.......ok, ok, I love you too. Give my best to Dad and y'all have fun on your trip. Bye" Geoff clicked the off button, tossing the phone on the bed. How the hell was he supposed to pick up some girl now, with his sister and her friend there? He had always liked Sammy. She was always pretty cute and nice, but he had hardly seen her in the four years he had been away at college. Geoff finished unloading the car, stocking the fridge with the things he had brought, then finally settled down with a beer on the couch. The sun was starting to set as he dozed off. Around 9:30, Geoff woke up to a boat pulling in the slip. About 10 minutes later, he heard his sister and her friend coming up to the deck, giggling, laughing as they stumbled up the wooden steps. "Di-di-did you leave the lights on, Sammy?" Angie asked, slurring her words. The taller girl shook her head no. They climbed up to the deck, seeing Geoff standing by the door. "Oh fuck...hehe," Angie giggled, seeing her brother standing there. At 6'2, 190 lbs, Geoff cut a striking figure. His strong, toned body was silhouetted by the inside light. "What are you doing here, Geoff?" Angie asked. Both girls were still in their bikinis, their tops covered by a slightly damp t-shirt that came down to the small of their backs. "The question is, what the fuck are you doing here? I told mom months ago that I wanted the lake house at spring break. And what are you doing driving the boat this late at night. You know you're not supposed to do that" Geoff stared at his litle sister angrily, but she was too drunk to notice. She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, pulling the wet shirt over her head, almost falling onto the floor. Sammy caught her, giggling. Geoff couldn't help but notice how his sister had grown. Yes, he had noticed her budding breasts and shapely hips before, but it had been 9 months since he had seen her at all and well over a year since he had seen her in anything other than a sweatshirt or sweater. She was becoming more and more like their mother, something his friends would call a MILF. Angie was 5'4, slender but shapely, with a small waist and broad hips. Her 34 D breasts looked large on her small frame. Sammy was a little taller, slender, but with smaller hips. Her 36C fit her body perfectly. Geoff also noticed their bikinis. The tiny triangle cups barely covered any of Angie's large breasts and the bottom was a little more than a thong, barely covering between her cheeks. "Does Dad know you're wearing something like that?" Geoff demanded. "You're not dad, Geoff...geeezzz, give me a break!" she snapped back. "Look, I'm too drunk and tired to argue. We can do that tomorrow. Right now, all I want to do is go to bed," she said, her eyes rolling back slightly. She took her friend's hand and walked to her parents room, giggling, with Sammy. Geoff watched as the two girls walked past him, into the bedroom. His eyes glanced down at their ass, swaying. Both of their bikini bottoms were nearly thongs, a thin waistband with a thin, 3-4 inch strap sliding between their cheeks. He had to admit, his sister and her friend were both very sexy. They would fit in very well at college and have no problem getting dates. His stare was interrupted by the slamming of the bedroom door, popping back open, slightly, from the misaligned door slot. "Fuck this shit," Geoff thought to himself as he settled back onto the couch to watch a little more TV. He could hear the girls giggling, talking about who knows what. After an hour or so, he decided to go to bed. As Geoff walked past the bedroom, he could hear whispering and what sounded like moaning. Geoff peered through the open door. The overhead light was off, but the two night stand lamps were both on, giving the room a warm, soft glow. Geoff could see the bed. Sammie was leaning against the headboard, giggling. She still had her bikini top on. Geoff had hoped he might have been able to see more of her body. He leaned slightly to get a better view of the bed. His eyes widened as the rest of the bed came into view. Angie was on her knees, between Sammie's legs, looking at her friend. She reached behind her, tugging on the thin straps on her back. Geoff watched as his lil sister slipped the bikini top off, tossing the small bit of cloth onto the floor. Geoff felt his cock stirring, stiffening in his shorts. Angie cupped her large breasts, caressing them in front of her friend. Sammie began giggling, then pulled Angie to her, kissing her deeply as Angie's large, firm breasts swayed. "What the fuck," Geoff thought, his hand instinctively reaching for his cock, stroking it through his shorts. They kissed a long time, Sammie's hands cupping her friend's tits, caressing them. Angie slid her hand up Sammie's side, over her arm, slipping the thin bikini strap off her shoulder. Angie pulled Sammie's top off, Sammie's breasts falling free. Her breasts were even better than Geoff had imagined, full and round, sitting high on Sammie's chest. Geoff watched as his lil sister cupped her friend's breasts, groping the firm teen flesh, then lean over, burying her face in Sammie's globes. He could hear Sammie moaning, her hands on the back of his sister's head, holding her to her tits. Geoff's cock stiffened even more, growing hard and thick, watching his sister sucking on her friend's nipples. "Oooohh ggddd, yes," Sammie moaned, pushing her tits against her friend's face, "I've wanted you all day." Angie looked up, smiling. "Well, I guess you have me now...hehe," she answered. "When you were dancing with those guys tonight, and they were sliding their hands all over you, feeling you up...I thought you were going to suck them right there," said Sammie. Angie giggled, lifting her face from Sammie's breasts. "I almost did that one guy..hehe...he was so hot. Gd, I wanted to fuck him," Angie replied, kissing down her friend's flat tummy. Sammie moaned louder as Angie's tongue slid over her bellybutton, then down to the top of her bikini bottom. Angie nuzzled her face against her friend's pussy, sucking the juices through the small patch of cotton. "Oooohh ffuuccckkk, Angie...yes, yes!" Sammie cried, pushing Angie's head down to her pussy. Angie grabbed the bikini bottom, sliding it off Sammie's ass, down her legs. Geoff stood there, frozen as he watched his lil sister tonguing her best friend's pussy. His cock grow even harder, imagining her fucking the guy from the bar. Sammie was moaning loudly as Angie ate her wet pussy. Angie swung her body around, slipping on top of Sammie, into a 69 position. Angie rocked her hips gently over her girlfriend's face lightly as Sammie flicked her tongue across her wet lips. Angie sat up on her knees, her pussy straddling her best friend's face. Geoff now had a clear view of his sister's naked body, her breasts even bigger than he imagined. Angie grabbed her tits, her fingers digging into her flesh as Sammie ground her face against her wet pussy. "Oooohhh ggddd, Sammie, that feels sooooo good," Angie moaned, rocking her hips back and forth on her friend's face. Sammie grabbed Angie's ass, pulling her pussy hard to her mouth, tonguing her friend's wet pussy. Geoff pulled his cock out, stroking the thick hard shaft. He stared at his sister's incredible body, her breasts bouncing as she rode Sammie's tongue. Angie leaned over, burying her face between Sammie's legs, retuning the favor of Sammie's tongue. Geoff could hear the muffled sounds of their moaning as they tongued each other's aching pussy. Sammie broke the tonguing first, groaning, "Ooooohhh ffuuucckkkk, I'm cumming!!" Angie increased her pressure, her tongue whipping in and out of her friend's pussy. Sammie cried out as the orgasm exploded, squirting her juices all over Angie's face. Angie took all she could, lapping up her friend's cum. Sammie grabbed Angie by her waist, pulling her hard to her mouth. Sitting up, grinding her pussy on Sammie's face, Angie, once again, gave Geoff a clear view of her naked body. Geoff stroked his cock harder, smearing the precum over his thick shaft. Angie rocked her hips back and forth, her juices flooding out. "Oh shit, oh shit!" Angie cried, grabbing her bouncing tits, her fingers digging into the tender teen flesh. Angie came hard, spraying Sammie's face with her warm juices. Sammie slid her tongue over Angie's lips, thighs, licking all she could. She then collapsed on her friend, rolling over, cuddling with Sammie. The two girls kissed deeply, sharing each others cum with the other. Geoff felt his cock throbbing, ready to explode. He hurried off to his room, laying down on the bed. He stroked his cock harder, faster. All he could see in his mind was his sister and Sammie, locked together in a sexual embrace. Geoff's cock erupted, shooting rivers of cum all over his chest and hand. He came harder than he could remember. He laid there, breathing deeply, trying to clean the cum from his hands by rubbing it on the sheets. He closed his eyes, feeling his heart pounding against his chest. For the next 20 minutes, Geoff laid there, trying to fall asleep. When he finally did, the last image in his head was that of his sister and Sammie eating each other in 69.....with his cock deep inside his sister from behind. Geoff woke up before the girls did. He glanced into their bedroom, seeing Sammie spooning his sister. He paused for a moment, looking at the two of them. The sheets were up only as far as their waist due to the warm night air. Geoff stared at his lil sister, amazed at how pretty and sexy she had become. It had been only in the past year that she had blossomed, growing out of her awkward stage and into a young beauty. He also couldn't get over her body. Sammie's arm was slipped between Angie's large breasts, giving Geoff a clear view of their size and shape. Geoff had to admit, that even though he had been with a lot of girls in high school and college, he had never seen any as beautiful as hers. But she was his sister and that put an end to that. Geoff grabbed a bowl of cereal, then headed down to the dock. He wanted to check out the boat to make sure everything was all right with it. The sun was already hot as he walked down the dirt path to the wooden dock and slip. "What a fuck'n mess," he thought to himself, looking at the trash that filled the boat. Pulling off his shirt, Geoff began cleaning the trash before checking the engine. He was just about finished when he heard his name called. "Good morning, Geoff," he heard from the dock. Geoff looked up and saw Sammie walking towards him. He watched her prance along the dock, her breasts bouncing slightly in the very tiny bikini. "What are you doing?" she asked, standing at the edge of the dock, next to the boat. The triangle top covered maybe a third of her breasts and the front patch was no bigger than a hand, covering her pussy. "Oh, just making sure everything is all right with the boat. I'd hate to get stuck in the middle of the lake," Geoff answered, not even looking up. Geoff finally looked up, holding up the trash bag filled with beer cans and paper, "What the hell did y'all do yesterday? There was so much shit in here!" Sammie just giggled, leaning over, her hands on her knees, giving Geoff a clear view of her breasts and cleavage. "Hehe, we had so much fun. Guys kept coming on the boat with us all day. I guess they left their empty cans. Sorry, Geoff," she said, sincerely. "I'll help clean up, if you want." "No, that's all right, thanks anyway. Tell Angie that I'm taking the boat out for a while, to test it." "Can I go with you?" Sammie asked, almost pleading. "Sounds like fun." Sammie was smiling looking over Geoff's toned, shirtless body. "No, maybe another time," Geoff said in a huff. "How about untying me?" Geoff got in the seat, starting the boat. Sammie watched as he backed away, then slam the boat into forward, sending a large wash against the dock and slip. Geoff was trying to avoid seeing his sister and Sammie as much as he could. He wanted to forget what he saw the night before. Every time it crossed his mind, he felt his cock stiffen and get hard. He was mad at his sister, he had been for a long time and he didn't want to think about her in that way. Geoff drove to a couple of lakeside bars and convenience stores to see who was at the lake this week. He spent several hours looking for people and cruising the lake. Several times other boats seemed to pull close to him, but then pull away. Geoff wondered if those were the guys Sammie was talking about. The sun was really beating down as it pasted the noon sky. Only those people without a lake house usually stayed out at that time of day. Geoff turned the boat back towards the house, gunning it. The boat reared up on its stern as the prop reached its maximum rotation. Geoff adjusted the trim, letting the boat plane out smoothly, the V hull cutting through the water. Fifteen minutes later, Geoff was pulling into the slip. He tied it securely, then worked his way up the path to the house. On the deck, overlooking the lake, was Sammie, lying on her stomach, the back of her top untied, the straps hanging by her side. Geoff walked past without even saying hi, unable to look at her without thinking about last night. "You've been gone a long time, Geoff," Sammie said, lifting up on her forearms. Geoff was past her, at the door. He turned to Sammie, about to say something sarcastic, but stopped. Geoff could see almost her entire breasts, hanging, swaying in front of him. Sammie knew he was looking, that's what she wanted. Geoff paused a second. "Yeah, I just needed to get away, plus test out the boat," he answered. "Uuuhhh, where's Angie?" Sammie smiled, leaning up a little higher, pretending not to be aware of her exposure. "She's gone to the store, to get stuff for dinner and more beer." Geoff nodded, then went inside. Sammie tied her top, following her friend's brother into the kitchen. Geoff was making himself a drink. "Would you make me one, too, Geoff?" Sammie asked sweetly, smiling as she stood right beside him. Geoff 6'2 frame gave him a clear view of her ample cleavage, especially in that tiny bikini top. Geoff frowned, turning to his sister's friend. "Are you old enough to drink?" he said, sarcastically. Sammie's smile quickly changed to one of hurt. "When did you become such an ass, Geoff?" she quipped, "Even when you were the most popular guy at school, you were always nice. When did you get so mean?" Sammie turned away in a huff. That stung Geoff more than he thought it would. He had always liked Sammie, she had always been his favorite of all of his sister's friends. And now he had been mean to her, hurting her feeling when she had done nothing wrong. Geoff grabbed her hand as she began walking away, pulling her back. "I'm sorry, Sammie, I really am," Geoff said sincerely, "I've just been in a foul mood lately. Its not you, you haven't done anything to deserve this." Sammie looked at Geoff. A smile slowly came to her face. Geoff was leaning against the kitchen counter, holding Sammie's hand. She slipped up to him, her young body almost against his. "I would have thought, after what you saw last night, you'd be in a better mood," she said softly, seductively. "Did you enjoy watching us?" Geoff began sputtering his words, not sure what to say. "D-d-d-does Angie know..." Geoff stuttered. Sammie smiled, giggling, "No, she doesn't. I saw you standing there, watching. Actually, it made it a lot hotter, knowing you were watching...hehe," Sammie giggled. "Well, did you?" "Did I want?" "Did you enjoy it, silly?" Sammie asked, giggling sweetly. Sammie slid up against Geoff, pressing her firm body against his. "Are you thinking about it now? Thinking about Angie and I together, our naked bodies against each other?" Sammie smiled as she felt Geoff's body trembling. "Does it make you hard?" Sammie slid her hand down his chest, past his stomach. Her flingers slowed as she neared his cock. Geoff struggled to keep from thinking about the night before, but couldn't. His cock stiffened, growing harder in his bathing suit. Sammie slid her hand further down slowly. Her hand slipped onto his hard cock. Sammie gasped at its thickness. Her eyes widened as she stroked the thick head shaft. Geoff smiled, seeing her reaction to his cock. "Ooohh ggddd, Geoff, is this why you were so popular...hehe," Sammie squealed. Geoff smiled, "Well, it didn't hurt." "Can I see it, please, Geoff?" his little sister's friend asked, almost pleading. "I don't know, are you old enough?" Sammie playfully slapped Geoff's chest, then slipped onto her knees, untying the string at the waist of his bathing suit. She jerked the shorts down, almost getting hit in the face by the thick shaft. Geoff cock was standing straight up, hard and thick. Sammie wrapped her fingers around the throbbing shaft, feeling it twitch to her touch. "Shit, Geoff, its so big," she moaned, rubbing the thick head across her cheeks. Geoff slid his fingers through her hair, holding her hair back, giving him a clear view of what was about to happen. Sammie slid her tongue up the tender underside of his cock, the tip of her tongue circling the bulbous head. Geoff moaned softly in anticipation. Sammie opened her mouth, engulfing the thick cock as much as she could. Her head bobbed up and down the hard shaft, the thick head rubbing against the back of her throat. Sammie had fantasized about sucking Angie's big brother for several years and here she was, finally feeling his cock in her mouth. She savored ever moment and it showed. She attacked his cock, sliding her tongue over ever inch, letting his balls slip into her mouth. Geoff was moaning more loudly now. Much to his surprise, this was one of the best BJ's he had ever had, probably because it was so unexpected and that Sammie was so aggressive. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, rubbing the head over her lips and cheeks as she looked up at him. She batted her eyes, smiled, then took his cock deep, again, sucking harder. She sucked for a a minute of so more, then rubbed the head over her tits. Geoff had to admit, Sammie did have a beautiful pair of breasts. She slid the cock under her top, cupping her tits, wrapping them around the thick hard shaft, titty fucking him. Sammie opened her mouth, letting the head just slide into her mouth. She could feel his cock throbbing, jerking wildly. The Lake House "Oooohhh ffuuucckkkk, Sammie, that feels soooo good. Oh fuck, I'm about to cum!" Geoff moaned. Sammie opened her mouth more, taking him deep. she increased her pace, sucking harder, deeper. Geoff cock throbbed inside her mouth, the thick head rubbing against the back of her throat, gagging her. Sammie struggled not to gag too much. Geoff grabbed her hair, looking down, watching his sister's best friend sucking his cock. "Oooohh ffuuuckkkkk!!!!" Geoff 's hips bucked again and again, fucking her face when his cock exploded, spewing its hot spunk deep into her mouth. Geoff came again and again, filling her teen mouth quickly. Sammie pulled his cock out, gasping for air. Geoff came twice more, his hot goo splashing on her face and tits. Sammie looked up at Geoff, smiling, her face dripping with his cum. She opened her mouth, showing him the cum she still had, then swallowed it naughtily. She rubbed the still hard shaft over her face and tits, smearing his cum all over her. They had both been so lost in the moment that they hadn't noticed that Angie had gotten home and was standing by the door, watching her best friend, her girlfriend, sucking the brother she was so angry with. "What the hell is this?" Angie screamed, slamming the groceries on the counter. She stood there a moment, trying to make sense of what she saw. Yes, her best friend had just sucked off her brother. Angie looked at Geoff, her eyes fiery red. Geoff, nor Sammie has ever seen her so angry. "I hate you," she screamed, looking at Geoff, "I hate you both!!!" Angie ran off to the bedroom, crying, slamming the door shut. Sammie got up, running after her, but Angie had locked the door. Sammie banged on the door, begging her to open it. "Go away, just go away!" Angie pleaded, "Leave me alone." Geoff walked over to Sammie, taking her hand, Sammie was crying, too. "Let's give her some time, Sammie. It'll be all right," he said s oftly. He had never seen his sister so mad or so hurt. Sammie went to the couch, curled up, crying softly. Geoff walked around the house, not sure what to do. After about 10 minutes, he got a wire coat hanger, bending the rounded hook part straight. He used this to unlock the door, walking in slowly. "Get out, get out!!" Angie screamed, "I hate you so much!" Geoff shook his head. "No, I won't, I'm not leaving until we work this out, Angie," Geoff said softly, tenderly. He sat on the bed, beside his sister. "Work what out? You're an ass, plain and simple." Geoff was about to tell her that it was Sammie that came onto him, but he knew it would do no good and only make Angie more mad at her friend. "I'm sorry, Angie, I really am," Geoff whispered softly to his sister. He slid his hand over her hips and side, wanting to comfort her. He felt her body tense up at fist, then relax. They sat there quietly for while, not saying anything, just Geoff caressing his sister's side. After a while, Geoff broke the silence. "I won't be with Sammie any more, I promise." As soon as Geoff said that, he knew it was wrong. Angie turned around, angrily yelling at him "Why does everything have to be about you? Its always about you!" Geoff sat there, not sure what to say. Angie was finally getting her anger out. "The most popular, the most athletic. You were everything at that school. All anyone knew me as was "Geoff's lil sister." Do you know how hard it is being you "lil sister"? Everywhere I go, people talk about you, as if I don't even exist." Angie began crying more. "And finally, I start to get out on my own, and you take my friend away, too." Geoff laid down in front of his sister, wrapping his arms around her, holding her to him. She struggled, at first, trying to get away, but his hold was too strong. She gave in, letting his hold her. "I thought you liked being my lil sister," Geoff asked. Angie always seemed to love being with him and being called "lil Geoff." Angie looked up at her older brother, sniffling. "I did, I mean I do, but I want to be me, too. I want people to know me for me." Angie felt her brother's hand caressing her back through her thin t-shirt. It had been a long time since he had touched her like that. "I mean, even my classmates know me as your sister." Geoff held his sister tightly. He finally understood what was wrong between them. And it wasn't just her. He had always been protective of Angie, and over the past few years, maybe too protective, always running interference for her, doing everything for her. Since he'd been gone, she's had to fend for herself, but whenever he came home, he took over, like he used to. "I'm so sorry, Ange. You know I never meant to hurt you," Geoff said softly, lovingly, kissing her forehead. "its just that you've always been my lil sister and I want to protect you, take care of you." Angie had always been strict about her name. She wanted everyone to call her Angie, except for Geoff. He was the only one allowed to call her Ange, and it had been almost two years since he had called her that. "I know, Geoff, you've always been there for me, but I'm older now, I've grown up. I want to be my own person, not just you're lil sister. I mean, I'll always be your lil sister, I wouldn't trade that for anything, but I'm also me. I've grown up." Geoff smiled to himself, remembering the previous night. "Yes you have, Ange." Angie snuggled up to her brother. She felt like a ton had been lifted off of her. "Remember when you used to get into my bed at night, Ange, and we'd talk about anything and everything? I may not have ever told you, but I loved when you did that. Its still one of my favorite memories of us." Angie thought back to those times. She loved it too. Though nothing ever happened between them, she had often thought about it, being her brother's girlfriend. Geoff kissed her forehead again, holding her to him. Angie looked up at him, smiling, "I love you, Geoff, I've missed you so much." Geoff smiled, looking down at his sister. "I love you, too, Ange." His hand slipped under her shirt accidentally. Angie moaned softly to herself, loving the feel of his hand on her bare flesh. "Can we just lay here a while, Geoff?" Angie said softly. Geoff smiles, his hand caressing his sister's back. Angie spun 180 degrees, letting Geoff spoon her like they had done when they were younger. Angie grabbed her brother's arm, wrapping it around her body. She pulled his arm up under her breasts, letting it rest gently against them. Geoff felt his cock stiffen, even though he tried to stop it from happening. He loved that he and his lil sister were getting close again and he didn't want anything to ruin it. He kissed the back of her head, letting her head rest under his chin. Angie pulled his arm a little harder against the undersides of her breasts. She wanted to feel his hands on her but was afraid to make the move. Instead, she pushed her ass back slightly. She felt her heart pounding against her chest, feeling his hard cock brushing against her tight shorts. Geoff, nervous about coming on sexually with Angie, especially after finally making up, kept his fingers closed in a fist, so not to touch his sister's beautiful breasts. When he felt her ass against his cock, he pulled back a little so she couldn't feel his hardness. But Angie pushed back again, this time keeping her ass against him, rocking gently against his stiffening cock. Geoff opened his fingers, letting his fingertips glide along the tender undersides of his sister's breasts. Angie closed her eyes, moaning softy, her hand still on his arm. She pushed her ass back more, feeling his cock rubbing against her cheeks harder, then pulled his arm up even more. The pull of his arm caused his hand to cup his sister's large breast. Angie moaned louder, holding his arm there, letting her big brother caress her breast through her top. Geoff pushed his hips against her, letting his hard cock gently rub against his sister's firm round ass. Angie could feel her brother's hard cock against her ass, the head poking between her cheeks. She moaned more loudly this time, pushing Geoff's hand against her breast. Her breathing deepened as she felt her wetness soaking her panties. Biting her lower lip to summon her courage, she turned around quickly, facing her brother, her breasts rubbing against his chest, rolling him onto his back. "Ooohhh Geoff, I've wanted this for so long." Angie grabbed his hands, pushing his arms above his head, She slipped on top of Geoff, straddling his hips, looking down at her big brother. Angie smiled, giggling as she leaned forward, pinning Geoff's arms to the bed. Her breasts swayed just in front of his face. Geoff cock twitched against her ass, poking between her cheeks. Geoff was taken back by Angie's aggressiveness. It was as if a whole years worth of affection and closeness came out at once. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against his hard cock. Geoff let himself be pinned, enjoying, not only the sensuality and raw sex, but also, his sister's obvious enjoyment. Angie pushed her tits against his face. Geoff sucked and bit her tits through her tank top and bikini. Angie squealed when his teeth latched onto her nipple. Angie leaned back, sitting upright as she looked down at her brother. "I bet this is what you want to see...hehe," she said smiling, giggling. "I saw you looking yesterday." Angie crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the hem of her top. She pulled her top off, wearing only the too small bikini top. She watched her brother's eyes gazing over her incredible body. Angie had always been the one that wanted to be with her brother. Now, she could see that he wanted to be with her. She reached behind her back, slowly tugging at the thin string that tied her top. Looking down into Geoff's eyes, she slipped her top off, exposing her large teen tits to her big brother. Geoff reached up, cupping his sister's breasts. "Oooohh ffuucckkk, Angie, they're beautiful," Geoff said, his hands caressing her large fleshy globes. Angie closed her eyes, savoring the feel of her brother's hands on her body. Geoff's cock stiffened even more, the hard shaft rubbing against is lil sister's round cheeks. Angie's body was on fire, trembling as her brother caressed her sensitive breasts. She leaned forward, rubbing her tits over his face. Geoff took a nipple into his mouth, rolling his teeth across the hard bud. Angie moaned loudly, the sensation racing through her young body. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against Geoff's hard cock. Angie leaned to her brother, kissing his deeply, something she had wanted to do since she was twelve. Their tongues whirled together, moaning softly as they kissed passionately. Angie broke the kiss, looking down at her big brother. She smiled, giggling. "That was even better than I imagined...hehe," she said. She slid down his body, kissing down his chest. Geoff's body began shaking, trembling as his lil sister's tongue came closer and closer to his crotch. When she reached his shorts, Angie looked up at him, smiling, then grabbed his shorts, sliding them off. His cock jumped out, standing straight up. Her eyes widened when she saw the monster cock up close. She had heard rumors that her brother had a big cock, and it actually made her proud, but she never expected this. He had the biggest cock she had ever seen, bigger than some of the men in the porn videos she had watched. Geoff watched as his sister studied his cock. Geoff loved when a girl saw his cock for the first time. They almost always gasped and looked at it for a while before taking it. And Angie was no different. He wanted this to be special, he wanted to make it the best hi sister had ever had. Her fingers slid up and down the hard shaft, stroking it gently, feeling it throbbing to her touch. "Oh my gd, Geoff, its so big!" Geoff smiled, sliding his fingers through Angie's hair. "Do you like it, Ange?" he said, jokingly. He already knew the answer. She looked up at him, a big smile on her face. "You know I do...hehe," she answered, giggling. Starting at the base of his cock, Angie slowly slid her tongue up the thick shaft, letting the tip of her tongue circle the bulbous head. She opened her mouth, dropping her head down, taking not quite half of his cock into her mouth. She struggled to take much more than that, at first. In a way, Geoff was glad that she wasn't as good a cocksucker as Sammie. Even though she was 18, he had a hard time picturing her doing this with other boys. She was his lil sister, after all. His fingers slipped into her hair, holding it back. Geoff loved watching a girl suck his cock, and this was the one he wanted to see the most. Angie tried to look up at him, as she had seen the girls in the porn videos do, but it was harder it seemed. "Ooooohhhh ggdd, Ange, that feels sooo good!? Geoff moaned as she bobbed her head up and down the thick shaft. Angie loved hearing her brother say that. She wanted to make him happy, for all the times he had taken her with him with his friends, or protected her, or been there when she needed him. She opened her mouth, letting his balls roll around in her mouth, still stroking his cock with her fingers. She took him deep into her mouth again, this time taking just over half the thick shaft. Geoff felt his cock throbbing, the pressure building inside. He didn't want to cum yet. Geoff grabbed his lil sister, pulling her up to him, smiling as he looked into her eyes. "I love you, Ange," he said softly, then kissed her again, his tongue slipping into her warm mouth. He loved the feel of her breasts on his chest, so big, so firm. He rolled her onto her back, looking down at his beautiful lil sister. HE smiled, then kissed his way down her trembling body. He nuzzled his face against her tight lil shorts, inhaling her aroma. Angie's body shook with anticipation. Geoff grabbed her shorts, slipping them off her ass, down her legs, tossing them onto the floor. Angie giggled as she laid there completely naked, her brother gazing over her body. Like she was with his cock, Geoff was with his sister's body. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, with an innocence that still shown through. Her breasts were much bigger than most of the girls at college, with that teen firmness, making them sit high on her chest with almost no sag for breasts that size. He gazed down her body, her torso slimming to a small, sexy waist, then widening into a very sensual wide hips. He had always known she was cute and pretty, but now his sister was strikingly beautiful and especially sexy. "You are so beautiful, Ange," he said softly, lovingly. Angie smiled, her heart pounding against her chest. His fingers lightly slid over her hips and tummy. "But do you think I'm sexy?" Angie asked, her eyes pleading for the right response. Geoff smiled, kissing her mound, then looking back into his lil sister's eyes. "You are so fucking sexy," he said smiling. Angie giggled loudly, spreading her legs for her big brother. Geoff dove down, the tip of his tongue flicking up and down her lips, tasting her wetness. Angie moaned loudly, her hips grinding against her brother's face. His tongue darted in and out of her tight wet pussy, flicking over her swollen clit. Angie cried out as she felt the tongue rasping across her sensitive bud. "Oooohh ggdddddd, Geoff, yes, yes!" Angie cried, her hips bucking against her brother's tongue. Geoff grabbed her ass, pulling her pussy hard to his mouth. His tongue dug deep into her, whipping in and out of his lil sister's wet pussy. Geoff was devouring her pussy. He seemed to love eating her out, unlike the boys at school that did it because they were supposed to. Geoff's fingers dug into Angie's cheeks, lifting her pussy ot his mouth. She grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard as his tongue lashed at her lips, darting in and out of her aching pussy. "Oooohh ffuucckkk, Geoff," Angie moaned between breaths. "Oooohhh ggddd, Oooohh gggddddd." Her hips bucked, fucking his tongue, her juices flooding out. Angie felt her body shaking, trembling wildly as the orgasm build from deep within her. One hand grabbed her brother's head, holding him to her wet pussy. Geoff could feel her about to cum, her body shaking. He rolled his teeth over her clit, raking the sensitive bud. Angie cried out, ready to explode. Geoff sucked her clit between his teeth, moaning, humming as he took her clit into his mouth. "Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Angie screamed as her body shuddered, her orgasm climaxing into one big eruption. Her juices squirted out, drenching Geoff's face. Geoff kept eating his lil sister, wanting her to cum as never before. She grabbed his head, holding it to her pussy as her sweet hot juices spewed from her tunnel. She came again and again, loving he feel of Geoff's tongue on her pussy. Geoff eased off, letting his lil sister relax, her body settling down after several moments. She grabbed him by the head, pulling him up to her. "Ooohh Geoff, that was incredible!" she said giggling, her body still trembling uncontrollably. She kissed him deeply, tasting her juices on his lips and tongue. "Take me, please, Geoff. I want to feel you in me. I want to love you so badly." Angie could feel his hard cock poking against her pussy. She grabbed his hips, pulling her brother against her. The thick head forced its way into her tight pussy. Angie moaned loudly as the thick shaft split her open, forcing its way into her. "Oooohhh gggdddd, Geoff!" she moaned. Geoff leaned up, working his cock into her slowly, deeper n deeper with each thrust. His hands grabbed her tits, his fingers digging into her tender flesh as he thrust hard, driving his thick cock deep into his lil sister's tight teen pussy. He cried out as her pussy gripped his cock, squeezing tightly as he rammed his cock deep into her. He thrust again and again, his cock sliding ion and out. Angie wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper into her, wanting to feel ever inch of her brother's big cock. His cock swelled, growing hard, thicker inside her, stretching her as never before. He slammed deep into her, his hips pounding against her thighs. Angie cried out again and again, losing control as she was fucked harder than ever before. Geoff rolled over onto his back, his cock still deep inside his sister's tight pussy. Angie rode his cock, bouncing up and down the thick hard shaft. Geoff grabbed her small waist, lifting her, then slamming her down hard. Angie large firm tits bounced as she rode this cock. His cock was so hard, so thick, bigger than he had ever been. Angie cried out as he slammed her down on his thick cock, stabbing deep into her tight teen pussy. She looked up, seeing Sammie standing at the door, her fingers deep inside her pussy. Angie smiled as at her friend, calling her in with a finger. Angie looked down at her brother. She slowed her rocking to an easy rocking, loving the feel of a thick cock inside her. "Ooohh Geoff, I love you so much. I want to thank you for being such a good big brother to me and taking carte of me all these years." Geoff wasn't sure what to make of what she was saying until he felt the bed move differently. He looked over, seeing Sammie standing beside the bed, naked. Angie pulled Sammie's face to hers, kissing her deeply. She slipped off Geoff's cock, sliding down between his legs. Sammie leaned over, taking his cum soaked cock into her mouth, sucking Angie's cum from his hard shaft. Sammie took him deep, almost his entire cock into her mouth, cleaning his sister's cum from it. Sammie climbed onto the bed, laying on her back. Angie slid between her legs, on her knees, tonguing her friend's pussy. Geoff watched for a moment, reliving the scene from last night. Angie looked over at him, her eyes filled with passion. "Fuck me, Geoff," she pleaded, "Fuck me hard." Geoff needed no further encouragement. He slid behind his sister, rubbing his hard cock over her firm round ass. He looked down at it, smiling. His lil sister did have a beautiful ass, round and firm, her skin tight and smooth. He slid his cock into her slowly, loving the feel of her tight pussy on his thick cock. Angie moaned softly, her face still buried in her friend's pussy. Geoff increased the pace, his cock plunging deeper and deeper into her. The pounding drove Angie's face hard against Sammie's pussy, her tongue digging deep into her. Sammie was already close to cumming from watching. She cried out as she climaxed, her hot juices squirting out, drenching Angie's face. Geoff thrust harder and harder, pounding his lil sister as she lapped up her friend's cum. The Lake House Sammie slid under Angie, into 69. She slid her tongue along Angie's pussy, feeling Geoff's cock sliding in and out. Angie moaned loudly, feeling both the tongue and cock on her pussy. Sammie tongued Geoff's balls as the rocked back and forth. His cock grew even harder, thicker,from the feel of Sammie's tongue. Angie grabbed the sheets, her face buries in the pillow as her bother pounded her hard. "Give me that cock, give it to me," Sammie begged, grabbing the thick shaft. She pulled it out of Angie's pussy, taking the cum dripping cock into her mouth. Geoff thrust down, skull fucking Sammie's talented mouth. Sammie sucked Angie's cum from Geoff's cock, then guided it back into her friend's pussy. Angie squealed as the thick shaft rammed deep into her again. Geoff thrust harder and harder, his hips slamming against her ass. HSe cried out as she felt another orgasm building inside her. "Ooohhhhh ggggddd, ooohhh gggdddddd! Yes, yes....fuck me Geoff, fuck me hard!" Angie screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably. Hearing his sweet lil sister begging him to fuck her turned Geoff on even more. He pounded her hard, slamming his cock deep into her. His cock began to throb, jerking wildly against her walls. Sammie tongued Angie's lips as the thick shaft pistoned in and out of Angie's pussy. "Oooohh ggddd, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!" Angie screamed as she lost total control of her body, shuddering again and again as the orgasm exploded inside her. SHecame hard, her juices squirting out like a water hose. Geoff kept pounding his sister hard, her juices splattering as his hips slammed against her ass. Sammie's face was drenched with Angie's cum. She lapped up all she could, loving the taste of her friend's cum. Geoff pounded Angie harder, his cock swelling even more. He felt the pressure building inside the thick shaft. Not sure whether his sister was on the pill or not, Geoff pushed her onto the bed. Sammie and Angie slid together, looking up at Geoff like little chicks about to be fed by their mother. Geoff kneeled in front of them, the two beautiful girls taking turns sucking his cock. Geoff came hard, his cock exploding, first in Sammie's mouth, then in his sister's warm mouth. His cum splashed deep into his sister's mouth. Angie took what she could, then pulled his cock out, letting him shoot the last of his cum on her face and breasts. She rubbed the still hard shaft over her face and tits, smearing her bother's hot cum on her body. She looked up at Geoff, smiling, giggling as she sucked his cock clean. She then kissed Sammie, sharing his cum with her. Geoff collapsed between the two girls, exhausted, breathing deeply. Both girls cuddled beside him, their heads resting on his chest. Angie leaned over to the night stand, grabbing her cell phone, hitting a couple of buttons. "Hi, mom, if its all right, I think Sammie and I will stay the rest of the week here....... Yeah, Geoff and I are putting our problems to bed." The Lake House Adventure I can remember while growing up that I spent many happy hours camping and boating around my parents house by the lake I thought that the lake house would be a great place to take girls when I got older, unfortunatly I never got any girls who would up to the cabin with me. Eventually, I became the owner of the cabin. Actually, it was really more of a house since it had four rooms and running water and electricity. This particular summer was about to take a very strange for me. To set the story right, at the time I was married, or at least I thought so. My wife, on the other hand had other ideas and after two years together,(it was my first marriage and her second) she decided to "take a powder." June left a note saying that she wanted out she didn't give a reason why. The only good that I could see in all of this was that June asked for nothing from me, she even left me a letter saying so which I took to my lawyer real quick. "Lucky me." I thought as I decided to head for the house on the lake just to get away from my now empty house. I figured that the lake would be a great place just to forget about June for a few days. You see, even when married I couldn't get my wife up to the lake house. My father built the cabin on the shore of a beautiful lake and he made sure that it had all the comforts of home except for a TV. The cabin was very comfortable. It has a good sized kitchen that would make any homeowner proud to cook in. The cabin also has four very nice bedrooms and a full size bathroom with running water. I must have been at the cabin three days or so, puttering around when I heard a knock on the door, imagine my surprise when I saw my soon to be ex-sister standing there. "Janet! What are you doing here?" I was astounded that she even knew where the cabin was located. Janet's only words of greeting were, "Well Bart, are you going to invite me in or not?" I quickly stood aside to let Janet enter. Janet,is my soon to be former wife's younger sister and I to admit to myself, that I always found her very attractive. Janet has blonde hair, green eyes, very firm slender body one could see that she kept in great shape. So, there I stood just watching as Janet moved towards the refrigerator to get herself a beer and I could think of nothing to say. As I watched all 5'5" of her move so gracefully that even a cat would be envious, I remembered the times in her parents swimming pool, I would play a little "grab ass" with Janet. I would let my hands linger on her body as often as I felt that I could get away with it. I was unable to think of anything smart to say, so I asked Janet a second time what brought her to the cabin. Janet just shrugged her shoulders as she said,"I just wanted to see if you were going to be here, and I was worried about you after my sister took off. Besides, I wanted to see what the place looked like, so what better way to see the place and to check up on you at the same time." I had to admit that Janet and I always got along great and if I hadn't married her sister, who knows what might have happened. "Well, as you can see Janet, I am here and I am fine. You didn't have to come here you know." Janet noticed that I was cleaning up some of my fishing gear. Janet to my surprise reached for a rod. "Come on Bart, we should go down to the dock and try some of this stuff out." Janet so saying she headed for the dock. I had no choice but to follow her. I knew that I followed in the wake of a storm. By the time I arrived at the dock Janet had already discarded her shorts and shirt revealing a string bikni that hid almost nothing of her body. I couldn't take my eyes off of her toned body as she cast the lure into the water. Not a muscle seemed out of shape on her, she looked so fit. It did confirm my opinion that Janet was one very hot looking young lady. I recalled that Janet had something of a tom-boy in her, she didn't mind a little rough housing which did nothing to detract from her sex appeal. Janet knew that I was watching her body movements, with a hint of mischieviousness in her voice after I had said nothing for some little while Janet spoke up,"Hello, Bart are you still breathing?" It was a tease. I didn't realize that I had been staring at her and almost holding my breath. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare Janet, and yes I'm still alive,though not by much." I replied quickly. I realized that my voice cracked when I spoke. Janet laughed softly and said, "It's good to see that my new bikini caught your eye, at least I know your still with us." Janet didn't mind that I was looking at her body. Hell, she was inviting me to look all I wanted. I blushed. How could I not, the small string located tight in her butt and Janet's 34B breasts looking ready to burst from their bikini top. I was feeling very warm. Janet knew that I was looking at her pert breasts and she said without blushing,"Don't worry Bart, I won't force them on you." I just thought to myself that she wouldn't have to force them on me at all. "Tell you what Bart,why don't you put some of that lotion on my back." Janet requested out of thin air. I didn't resist the request, I couldn't,I had become someone else, a sex starved male. The more my hands moved over her shoulders and back the more I desired her. I was more than glad that she let me touch her body, but it was all I could do to restrain myself from pulling her to me and ripping her skimpy bathing suit off and fucking her right then and there. As I worked on Janet's shoulders, I thought to myself,"Why am I doing this?" I didn't realize that I had spoken out loud. Janet looked over her shoulder and said with a hint of desire, "Because, I asked you to. Come on Bart, I know that you want to touch me,hell, I've known that you wanted to since you first went out with my sister." She got no argument from me. "You know I'm right Bart, besides, I knew back at my parent's pool when you were slow to move your hands away from my body when we fooled around that you had the hots for me. Did you think I didn't notice how your hands lingered on my breasts whenever we got close together in the pool? Or how you let your hand rest on my ass a little longer than you should have? Did you think I didn't notice your hard cock pressed against me in the pool?" Janet went on. I knew that Janet was right about all of it. I always tried to "cop" a feel or two from her when ever I visited her parents house even after her sister and I became engaged. Janet then surprsied me by leaning her whole body back into me which forced my hands to slide against her near naked breasts. "It didn't bother me then Bart, I actually looked foward to our time in the pool. Why do you think I started to wear revealing clothes when you came by the house? I wanted you to notice me." Janet went on. I was to surprised to move my hands away. Janet spoke up, "I believe things would go a lot easier if I just took my top off dont you?" With that she reached behind her back and undid her bikini top. I know I made a slight noise as she put my hands on her naked breasts. I was in deep trouble now. I couldn't stop rubbing the lotion on her firm naked breasts, I could feel her nipples harden as I brushed my fingers over each one, and Janet began to grind her whole body against mine. While my fingers moved over Janet's nipples I heard her let out a soft moan. "Nice hands Bart, it's time to show ourselves just how we really feel about each other." She then started to grind her ass against my crotch, so much for hiding my hard on I thought. " I can feel someone is very excited right now." Janet sighed as she guided one of my hands down to her crotch. Janet pressed her back against my body while my hand rubbed her pussy."Oh yes Bart!" She sighed, then she turned in my arms to face me and said in a husky voice, "I can see that you've risen to the occasion Bart." I made no move to stop her as she pulled my shirt off or when she started to grind herself against my chest. "Bart, do you miss my sister at all?" Janet asked as knelt down to push my shorts off of my hips. I felt Janet's lips brushed against my cock ever so gently. I gasped out,"I get by Janet, but we really shouldn't do this you know." Janet ran her finger over my crotch saying, "I don't know Bart, that cock of yours says something different." Janet gave my cock a gentle squeeze. I let out a groan. I couldn't resist a moment longer, I pulled Janet to me and kissed her long and hard, my cock rubbed against her flat firm stomach as I moved my hands over her skimpy bikini bottom grasping her buttocks and pulling the "G" string tight in the crack of her ass and pussy. Janet let out a gasp. There was no going back now, not after this. "Oh God, Janet you feel so good and yes! I want you." I blurted out passionatly. Our tongues twisted together like a tornado. "Go on Bart, take my panties off now,I think you've waited long enough." Janet whispered in between kisses. When I got her bikni bottom off I noticed that she had shaved off her pubic hair and said so. Janet responded," You like it?" I could only nod my head yes. Then she pulled me down onto the dock next to her saying. "Kiss me there then." I was getting rougher with Janet than I intended, could it be that my pent up anger with her sister was showing at last? Was because I hadn't had sex since June walked out? I didn't know or at that moment even care, I wanted to get my "rocks" off. What ever the reason was, I heard Janet gasp in pain as I twisted her nipples a little bit to hard. "You don't have to do it that hard Bart." Janet said gasping for breath, I didn't listen and kept it up any way. I didn't try to bring Janet to a climax, I just shoved my cock into her pussy and started to fuck her as hard as I could. Janet must have sensed my urgency,because Janet was more than game, she got her body to move in rythem with mine and dispite the rough start, Janet kept her legs wrapped around my legs telling me to keep pumping my cock into her till I came. Janet's grunts turned me on even more, that's when I knew that I would explode, all my pent up desires were going to pour out of my cock into Janet's pussy and I knew that I would be very happy. When the climax came, I emptied my sperm into Janet, pumping hard as each spasim racked my body, and Janet held on to me whispering, "At last! Bart,let your sperm fill my pussy." When I was finished, I rolled off of Janet and I was surprised that she didn't scold me or some other such thing. I knew what I had done. "Oh Christ, Janet, I'm so sorry." I cried. I had forced myself on her! Janet leaned up on one arm and said, "What are you sorry for? You didn't force yourself on me, I didn't resist you did I? As far as I'm concerned you have nothing to be sorry for,just remember the next time, go a little slower, after all I want to be able to enjoy making love as much as you do." So saying she rolled herself right on top of me pressing her oil and sweat soaked body against mine grinding herself against me. "God, I wish my cock was still hard Janet." I said haltingly and with a shy smile. "I want to fuck you again, only not so rough this time." Janet smiled as she squirmed against my body. "Don't worry Bart, you'll get your chance and then some, but first lets go have some lunch. And don't worry about your clothes, I have a feeling that you won't need them." Janet and I walked back to the cabin hand in hand, naked and in silence. The two of us ate lunch with no word passing between us, after what we did no words needed to be spoken. The lunch finished we cleaned off the table together and I kept watching her as she bent over to wipe the table top clean, I moved behind her and holding her bent over the table, I started to finger her pussy and her puckered anus, Janet grabbed the edge of the table and let out a groan of pleasure and she wiggled her ass seductivly. "Can't keep your hands off of my ass? Oh my yes Bart, I like that a lot!" Janet sighed excitedly. I got on the floor and started to lick her pussy as well as fingering her ass. "Yes Bart! Make me cum." Janet said looking back at me. I gave my finger a good shove into her ass and Janet grunted. "I always knew we belonged together." I let out a soft grunt. "I wish my cock was ready to go again right now Janet." Janet turned on her back and spread her legs. " We have more than enough time to get your cock hard again Bart,now,lick my pussy till I cum!" I did my best to make it happen and Janet loved every moment of my tongue work. I watched as her hands moved over her own breasts down to her slow heaving stomach letting out little grunts of pleasure. In fact she liked it so much that she the table shook when her body jerked spasmodically after I slid my finger into her anus. The only thing I could think of was "Who was June?" Janet let out a long hard "Ahh! Mmmm! Don't stop now! I'm cumming!" her legs wrapped around my shoulders holding my face close to her pussy. I could feel her whole body shudder hard as she climaxed. Janet was all smiles when she finally sat up on the edge of the table. Well, I finally got a girl to the lake and it turned out to be my sister. "You were a great desert Janet." I told her as she stroked my face gently. "I glad you liked it Bart, you do know of course that I'm more than desert." I just nodded my head in agreement. Janet was about to show me how much more when she told me to get on the table. "We are going to make your flag rise again Bart." And she got a good start by rubbing her breasts accross my cock. This would be a most pleasent kind of torture, feeling the nipples of Janet's breasts brush against the head of my cock made me want to reach out and pull her on top of me but I promised that I would keep my hands to myself until she told me to move them. "You want me to suck your cock Bart? Or do you want me to let you cum on my tit's?" Janet said teasingly. I felt read to cum and it didn't matter to me where I climaxed. " Christ! Janet, I didn't care! I'm ready to explode now!" I moaned. Janet laughed and replied, "Right now I think I want your cock in my pussy, then we shall see what we can do next.", then she gave my cock a quick tease with her tongue. Janet had full control of my future and she knew it. I felt as if my balls would burst from having so much pressure on them and it got worse when I felt her pussy slide against my already loaded and sensitive cock. "Oh my God! Janet, please, I'm about to burst at the seems!" With a smile she said, "That's good honey, that's real good." And she lowered her body onto my cock. Janet's arms braced against mine so that I couldn't move and she moved herself up and down my cock slowly almost sleep like in her movements. "Now my darling cum for Janet." She grunted as she pushed herself harder onto my cock. It was to much for me, I unloaded my sperm and it felt to me as if a dam broke, I bucked and heaved my self on the table and Janet held on to me as if she were riding a bronc in a rodeo. "Yes! Yes! My love, that's it, ahhh!" Janet sighed happily as my spasims finally passed. I didn't have the strength to sit up right away, I never had such a sexual experiance like this before and I said so to Janet. Janet shrugged her shoulders and with her hand on my spent cock she said, "I always knew that you and I should be together like this Bart,I'm sorry that it took you so long to see that." I reached out and carressed her face and said, "I'm sorry it took so long myself." Janet took my hand then she sat next to me on the table,"I'm glad that's out of the way. Now, we have the whole weekend to plan for." Janet's entire plan was to show me how much fun we could and would have together. The only time she wore anything more than a bikini bottom was when ever we went to town, even then she made sure that what she had on was practically transparent her only reason? "I want to keep you hot and horny Bart, I don't need you looking elsewhere fro your fun." She told me in jest. I told her that she would never have a problem in that department. There is more to this story of course, but that will be left for another time and place, right now Janet is calling me and I won't keep her waiting.