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Hat Trick Ch. 01

By: dellagordo



An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

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There I was at my first college party, and me only a senior in high school. I'd taken the weekend to go visit my sister Ashley at State, with the added purpose of getting a feel for the campus in case I wanted to apply there myself. At least, that was the reason I'd given my mother to take off for the weekend. Ash knew better, which was why I was drinking shitty beer and ogling the long-legged, big-titted, and incredibly hot college chicks dancing around the basement of the frat to which Ash had dragged me. Well, "dragged" is a strong word. I'd gone more than willingly.

This being a Friday night (and me being only eighteen) Ashley decided not to go into town, but took me to fraternity row instead. Loud music blared from a half-dozen houses along the street, and students congregated on lawns, porches, and street corners, enjoying the surprisingly mild October evening. Ash knew some guys at Beta, so we went there first. The dudes at the door waved her in with a knowing smile that caused a surge of protectiveness in me, but they started to give me shit when I tried to enter. "He's my little brother," Ash told the mook, and he grudgingly relented. I decided to ignore that unwelcome vibe and try to enjoy myself. 

It wasn't that hard. The beer was cheap and lukewarm, but there was plenty of it, and the darkened basement had been converted into a dance floor. As I said, there were quite a few hotties bouncing around out there, and I noticed a few of them checking me out. Ash stayed with me long enough to get me a beer, then pealed off to find her friends. That was fine with me. Hard to score with chicks when your sister is hanging off your arm, even if, and I say this with all possible objectivity, the sister in question is the most beautiful woman in the room. 

Ash is a tall girl, only a little shorter than me, with a peaches and cream complexion and a wild shock of vibrant red hair that she enhances with a little bit of dye, enough to give her crimson highlights. Her eyes are a soft hazel, warm and intelligent, her mouth wide and lips full. Her nose is a little thick, with a smattering of freckles across the bridge, and when she was in junior high she used to beg Mom to get her a nose job. I'm glad she didn't; that slight imperfection makes the rest of her beautiful face look all the more stunning. Not that most guys notice her face first. Ashley has the kind of body women want to have and men lust after, a luscious and curvy hourglass form that she usually squeezes into tight jeans and provocative halter tops. Not only does Ash know she's a looker, she knows how to use it. 

The evening in question, she'd glammed it up something fierce, slipping into a powder blue dress that was cut low at the top and high on the thigh, showing off her considerable charms. Blue eyeshadow accented her eyes, and she'd put three different sets of silver, dangly earrings into her lobes, with a silver pendant around her neck and hanging down into her considerable cleavage. Since I was crashing in her single for the weekend, I was forced to wait in the lounge while she dressed for the evening, and I had to admit, if only to myself, that it had been well worth the wait. My sister was a total fox. And if I wished every once in a while that she wasn't my sister, well, you could hardly blame a guy, could you?

At any rate, the music was too loud for conversation and Ash wasn't dressed like that for my benefit, so she left me on the dance floor before too long. I saluted her with my can of Beast Ice and started to pick my own way through the throng, heading for a tight bodied little blonde who kept giving me surreptitious glances. I sidled up and did my thing. She asked me how much I could bench, I mentioned playing football, she was dutifully impressed, and then I let it slip that I was still in high school and it was over before I even knew what happened. Hoping no one could see me bright red cheeks, I headed for the bar and got myself another beer. I tried again with a cute looking brunette, but her boyfriend stepped between us and that was pretty much that. Feeling like a self-conscious and outnumbered, I eased my way back across the dance floor and headed upstairs, looking for Ashley. 

I couldn't find her. It looked like she had disappeared. Which was unlike her. I mean, yeah, she was definitely looking to hook up, but she wouldn't have just abandoned me to do so. At least, I hoped. We were typical for siblings separated by only a few years, but the fights of our youth had cooled since she went off to college and I grew up a little myself. The question was, had she ditched me, or did she have too much faith in my own skills of seduction? 

I was beginning to get annoyed at her by the time I'd reached the house's second floor and still seen no sign of her. Then I passed a slightly ajar door, and I thought I heard Ashley's voice. "Let... GO!"

I froze, cocking my head and giving the door a hard look. When the echo of the slap hit my ears, followed by a yelp and a body crashing to the floor, my blood turned to ice. I reached out with a shaking hand and pushed the door open all the way. Inside was a typical frat guy's pad, decorated with a glowing Red Dog sign and posters of scantily clad women. Ashley was splayed across the floor next to the bed, the front of her dress torn and a dark haired guy in a polo shirt standing over her. There was another guy with a crewcut standing a few feet away, grinning and drinking a beer. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and turned in my direction, the grin replaced with a cruel grimace. "Beat it, perv."

Wrong thing to say.

I don't really remember the next few minutes. All I recall is a red haze in my eyes and a roaring in my ears, and then Ashley and I back on the street, leaving the frat with all due haste. At the security office the next morning, Ash described what had happened, and given the skinned flesh on my knuckles I guess it was an accurate description. Apparently I burst into the room, grabbed the crewcut guy by the throat and threw him into the dresser. The dark haired stood there in shock, and took my fist in the side of his head with a dazed look on his face. That first punch wasn't the last one, and apparently it took crewcut guy and Ashley to pull me off the dark-haired dude. Crewcut guy, who turned out to be named Todd, seemed to have realized he and his buddy Brandon had wildly miscalculated, and let us leave the frat house unmolested. 

Ash and I were both shaking as we walked down fraternity row. I had wrapped my flannel around her shoulders to hide her torn dress, and pulled her close. She slipped an arm around my waist and clutched tightly, lips trembling and a flood of tears threatening to loose. We walked stiffly, wordlessly, clumsily, back to her dorm, both of us in shock, feeling ill and uncertain.

Once the door was shut behind us, Ashley collapsed on her bed and finally let the tears come. She buried her head in her arms and shook with huge wracking sobs. I stood there silent and awkward for a long moment, and then finally knelt down beside her and put my arms around her shoulders. For some reason that made her cry even harder. I didn't know what to do. I could feel sympathetic tears of my own pooling in my eyes, about to spill. At last she subsided.

She pulled away, rolling onto her side and looked at me through reddened eyes, a lock of red hair falling across her face. She rubbed the back of her against her nose. "They were going to..."

"But they didn't," I said, a little harshly. 

Ashley nodded and swallowed. Then her eyes widened. "Matt, your hand," she said, grabbing for my fingers and pulling my hand towards her. I saw the blood on my knuckles and blanched. Ashley was no less alarmed, but with a problem to solve, her own trauma was forgotten. "We need to get that cleaned." She stood and dragged me over to the sink in her room. With a flick of her wrist she had the water running and she dunked my hands beneath the flood. She went digging in her toiletry supplies and came up with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some cotton balls, and proceeded to dab at my knuckles. I hissed as the chemical bubbled on my wounds, and Ashley jabbed me playfully in the gut. "Baby," she said.

I chuckled. She looked up at me and smiled. She produced a towel and started to dry my hands, but I pulled it away from her and took care of the chore myself. Ashley watched me with an odd look in her eyes. "What?" I asked.

In response she stepped into me and wrapped her arms around me, laying her head across my shoulder. I was suddenly aware of the lushness of her body, the clean strawberry scent of her hair, the sweetness of her perfume. "Thank you, Matt," she said softly. "My big little brother." 

I returned the hug, deeply ashamed of the lascivious thoughts in my head. 

She released me first, wiping her eyes again. "Man, I think the adrenaline is wearing off. I'm exhausted."

"Me too," I said, growing aware of a deep weariness of my own. 

"You don't mind if we turn in? I know you wanted to go to some parties, but..."

"It's cool." 

Ashley smiled. She ducked her head, suddenly shy. "This may sound weird, but... do you mind if we shared the bed?" I blinked. Ash looked up. "That is, I'd feel, I don't know, safer, with a warm body beside me." She forced a laugh. "Unless you had your heart set on the floor."

"No," I said, "it's okay."

"Thanks." The word was so soft, I thought for a moment I had imagined it. Ash kicked off her heels. She scrubbed the makeup off her face, took of her jewelry, and turned out the lights. For a moment, I actually thought she would lose the dress as well, but mentally slapped myself when she slid under the covers fully clothed. I felt a stab of guilt and almost didn't go through with it, but I'd always been a bit protective of Ashley, and the evening's events had only strengthened that feeling. I pulled off my sneakers and socks and climbed in behind her, still in jeans and t-shirt. She took my arm and wrapped it around her stomach, inches from her breasts, and laid her head back against my throat. Once again her perfume enveloped me. I busied my mind with a list of Coach Zimmerman's plays and tried to get comfortable. 

It was surprisingly easy. Sleep came quickly.

I woke up only once in the middle of the night, a warm and pleasant weight filling my left hand. With a surge of alarm I realized I was cupping one of Ashley's breasts. I sucked in a sharp breath, but she was blissfully slumbering away. Carefully I began to ease my hand free. The temptation to do something horrible was very strong, but so was the guilt welling up in my chest. This was so wrong. I tried not to think about how soft and warm, pliant and resilient, Ashley's flesh had felt.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered to myself. I splayed my hand across the bed and tried to forget how she had felt in my palm. Sleep took longer this time, but eventually I faded again.

My embarrassment didn't end there, of course. When a shaft of morning light fell across my face, awakening me, I realized that Ashley's plump and springy ass was pressed tightly against my crotch. Sometime during the night, the hem of her dress had risen, bunching up around her waist so that her panty clad globes rubbed up against the front of my jeans. Where, nature haven taken it's course, my dick had swollen to mammoth proportions. Instinctively and stupidly, I jerked away. The bed shook beneath me and I toppled to the floor with a crash, taking enough of the covers with me to reveal that Ashley wasn't wearing panties, but a powder blue thong. I stifled a groan as she rolled over and regarded me.

Her hazel eyes didn't look terribly sleepy, despite the tousled hair and slow grin spreading across her lips. My flannel short had slipped off one shoulder, revealing her torn dress and the bra clad breast beneath. The scene was so damn sexy it hurt. "You okay, tiger?"

"I... uh... fell."

Her eyes dropped to the lump in my jeans which, despite the situation, didn't appear to be shrinking. "Don't be embarrassed, Matt."

"How long have you been awake?" I asked slowly. I still hadn't moved from my position on the floor.

She arched an eyebrow. "Longer than you. But I didn't want to freak you out by flailing wildly or doing something equally stupid."

"Thanks," I grumbled sarcastically.

Ashley laughed. She sat up straighter and stretched her arms out, yawning. The movement thrust her large breasts further into prominence, pressing them together and deepening the enticing line of her cleavage. I tried to ignore it.

"And thank you," she said. "Again. I was expecting some serious nightmares last night, but you kept them at bay." Her full lips quirked into a smile. "I hope that's worth a little embarrassment?"

I pretended to think about it. She threw the pillow at me. "Some hero!" she laughed.

I picked myself up and threw the pillow back at her. My erection had not flagged, and I moved a little awkwardly, but I think I covered it mostly. "Hero?" I echoed. 

"Yeah. Don't think I'm going to forget it, either. I'll pay you back somehow, Matt."

I fought the blush that rose to my cheeks. "Jesus, Ash, it's not like I could have done anything differently. You're my sister."

"Familial obligation aside, Matt, you were something else." She sighed. "Could you do me one more favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"I need to go down to the security office and report last night. We do, actually. Those guys might want to press charges against you. You broke Brandon's nose."

I did? I didn't remember that, but I wasn't going to tell Ashley that. "Let 'em try," I said. "But yeah, I'll go with you."

She shooed me out and I went down to the men's bathroom to take a long and lukewarm shower. The lack of decently warm water at least managed to cool my inappropriate ardor. I ended up waiting in the lounge for Ashley again, but not nearly as long, and when she emerged she was dressed more practically. Blue jeans, white blouse, hair pulled into a severe ponytail. Having slept in her contacts, she'd traded them out for her glasses to give her eyes a rest.

Ashley had regained much of her humor during the night, and after a little while, I felt mine creeping back. In the daylight, the night's events didn't seem quite so unsettling. Until I thought of Ash lying on the floor with her dress torn. Then the anger would surge back and I'd grit my teeth and Ashley would have to jab me playfully in the stomach to get me to smile again. 

The security office was a nightmare. Once we'd explained ourselves and told our story to three different security personnel, they called in the real police and we had to go over it again. Brandon and Todd and a few of the other Beta brothers ended up at the emergency room the night previous, but apparently they didn't name me or Ash, so there weren't any charges against me. Ash was reluctant to press charges of her own, despite my urging. It was late afternoon by the time we got out of there, after a long day of talking and talking and nothing much of anything decided. But at the end of it all, I was able to leave the place under my own power, and not in handcuffs. When the real cops had shown up, I realized my own arrest was a real possibility, despite the fact that Brandon and Todd got less than they deserved.

Once we were outside, Ash put her hand to her forehead and sighed theatrically. "That could have gone better. But at least it's dealt with."

"Not really," I disagreed. "Those two assholes are still free to try their little trick on some other poor girl."

Ashley sighed. "I hope not. God, I hope not. But Jesus, Matt, you sent a guy to the emergency room. Right now they're being cool about the whole thing, but what happens if we do press charges? I'm not going to see my little brother in jail. And can you imagine what Mom would do if I let that happen?"

Mom. Right. What were we going to tell her?

Ashley rounded on me and pointed a finger in my face. As if sensing my thoughts, she said, "Keep your mouth shut. The less Mom knows, the better. The last thing we need to do is worry her about a little nothing."

"Nothing? Ashley, those bastards tried to --"

"Nothing, Matthew," Ash repeated, stressing the first word and staring me in the eyes. She was serious. And a little unnerving. 

I relented."Okay, okay. Whatever."

She looked away for a moment. When she turned back, she wore a mostly sincere smile. "So, what do you want to do about dinner? Cafeteria food is definitely hazardous to your health. There is an Olive Garden in town, though." I shrugged. Ashley smiled more widely. "My treat?"

I relented again, unable to hide a smile of my own. "Okay."

Dinner was strained, at least at first. But once I had some hot food in me and Ash had a glass of wine, we both began to relax. Finally. Ash asked me how school was going, how the football season was shaping up, what else was going on. She asked if I was dating anyone at the moment, which was kind of odd. She'd never shown much interest in my love life before. I didn't have much to tell her at the time, either. I was between girlfriends that fall. What with school and football and trying to get into a decent college, I didn't have the time or energy to invest in a full time girlfriend. And I wasn't going to tell Ash about a quick snog or grope under a cheerleader's shirt at a kegger. 

I was reluctant to change the subject to ask her how her school year was going, with last night's events fresh in my mind. But Ash never let something like that affect her. "So what do you think of the campus so far?" She paused, then added, "Ignoring, y'know."

"It's nice. I mean, it looks like a state school, like all the buildings were designed and built by the lowest bidder. But I can't really complain about the scenery." I coughed. "That is, all the trees turning colors and everything. And I know the business department is solid, even if the football team sucks."

"Yeah," Ash agreed. "but the basketball team kicks ass. They made it to the sweet sixteen last year. Who cares about football, anyway?"

"Oh, no you didn't," I said. I grabbed a breadstick and lobbed it at her. It bounced off her forehead and landed on the floor. Ash's mouth dropped open in mock horror. She scooped up some noodles and sent them sailing across the table at me. I retaliated with a meatball.

They threw us out of the Olive Garden, giggling and smeared with food. "That was fun," Ash said. She pulled a string of pasta off her shoulder and flung it to the ground. "If a bit disgusting. When was the last time we did something like that?"

"I think I was seven." I looked around. Besides the people still in the restaurant staring at us, people going inside or walking along the street were giving us the eye as well. 

Ash put a hand against her forehead. "That's right. God, Mom was pissed."

"That's just because Dad gummed up the ceiling fan with the mashed potatoes." 

Ash started laughing, gripping her sides and doubling over. "Oh my God, I'd forgotten about that." She was smearing red sauce across her white blouse as she laughed. "I'm ruining my clothes," she said, fighting to get control of herself. 

"Should have thought of that before you questioned the validity of the greatest sport on Earth."

"My brother, the jock." Ash looked up at me with a weird look in her eye. "We should probably get home, get cleaned up. What do you want to do tonight? 

"Up to you."

"Well. . . I know you had your heart set on partying. I'm not really in the mood for that sort of thing myself. How do you feel about a night in with your sister and a couple of movies?"


Hat Trick Ch. 01



"That's cool with me."

Ash beamed. "Thanks, Matt. So. . . home first, or movies?"

I took a step towards Ashley's jeep. My shoe squelched. "Eh, let's not waste any time. Besides I'm getting used to all the weird looks."

Within the hour, we were back at Ash's dorm with a trio of DVDs and a bottle of wine. Normally I'm a beer drinker, but Ash assured me it was a good vintage and that I'd like it. We didn't have a lot of time to browse for flicks (the Blockbuster staff were a little put out by our accessories), so we ended up getting whatever was on the first couple of shelves. An action flick for me, a tearjerker for Ash, and a comedy we'd both enjoy. Once again, after showering and changing, I waited in the lounge for Ash to give me the all clear sign. Though, how much "freshening up" did she really need for a night in?

Not that I complained when she padded down the hall to summon me back to her room. She wore a thin white halter top that stretched taut across her full breasts, dented at the peaks by the cool air in the room, and exposed her smooth, flat belly. A loose pair of sweats that hung low enough across her hips to show the waistband of white panties. Ash ditched her glasses for her contacts, applied a subtle gloss of makeup to enhance her natural beauty, tied her blazing red hair tied into a pair of pigtails, and spritzed herself with her favorite perfume. "Sorry I took so long," she said. "I have popcorn in the microwave."

It took me a moment or two to find my voice. "Uh, sounds good." I lurched to my feet and followed Ash down the hall to her room.

"What do you want to watch first?" she asked me over her shoulder. 

I forced myself to look away from the cheeks of her ass. "Why don't we get the chick flick over with." Ash slipped into the room and threw the movie into the player while I pulled the popcorn out of her micro. I found a bowl and dumped the popcorn inside. When I turned around, I found Ash curled up in a sitting position on her bed. That's when I realized that Ash really didn't have any furniture in her dorm. We would have to share the bed. My stomach did flip-flops as I found a seat beside her and handed the bowl over. I couldn't exactly say why, or perhaps wouldn't admit to myself why, but I was very, very nervous. Suddenly all I could think about was eighth grade and Becky Garner, the first girl I ever kissed.

The feeling intensified as Ash leaned into me, setting the popcorn between us. She wound an arm around mine, a heavy tit pressing against my bicep, and laid her head across my shoulder. 

I don't remember much of the movie. Something about an old woman and a young woman, and the two enriching one another's life through the friendship they form, or some other such bullshit. I barely tasted the popcorn, either. Ashley's scent and feel were far too distracting, as were the wildly inappropriate thoughts swirling through my head. Once or twice or twenty-odd times, I risked glances down the front of her halter top, where her breasts strained against the fabric, clearly without support. They shifted and bobbed with each breath and little movement, and I could feel my jeans tightening against me. This was so very wrong, and yet I didn't want it to stop. 

"That wasn't so bad," Ash said, shifting away from me as the film ended. I nodded dumbly. "You liked it?" she asked, incredulous. 

"It was alright," I said. 

She laughed and gave me a slug in the arm, which caused all sorts of jiggling. "You big liar," she said. As her tits bobbed, I tried not to stare too obviously, but I don't think I did too good a job of it. Nor do I think Ash minded. At the very least, she did what she could to show off her impressive cleavage while she threw in the next movie. She bent down to pull the old disk out and slip the new one in, her tits swinging out below her, her back arched, and ass raised provocatively in the air. She played with the straps of the halter while she fished out the bottle of wine and poured two glasses, then made certain to bend over in front of me while she handed me one. Then she was beside me again, arm through mine, thigh touching mine, breast against my bicep. 

The wine disappeared quickly. I didn't pay any more attention to the action movie than I did to the chick flick. Burned out cop avenges partner's death, with a lot of unnecessary wire work and explosions thrown in for good measure. Ash laughed at the more ludicrous action scenes, which did amazing things to her anatomy. The wine had a warm feeling growing in my gut and a lightness in my head, and I was beginning to not care whether Ash caught me staring at her tits. When she finally did, she only arched an eyebrow and smiled broadly and went back to watching the movie. 

My heart almost stopped. And it actually did when her left hand fell across my inner thigh. It might have been an innocent move, a casual shift to find a more comfortable spot, or maybe it wasn't. 

I found my eyes falling to her bustline again and again, to the sweetly rounded flesh that sat like soft and pliable cantaloupes high upon her chest. Just as the burned out cop was about to face off against the drug lord who murdered his partner, Ash gulped down the last of the wine and turned to me. Her fingers dug into my thigh, needlessly pulling my attention away from the movie and back to her. 

"I'll show you mine," she said, "if you show me yours."

I stared at her for a breathless moment. "Uh. . . what?" I licked suddenly dry lips.

Looking me directly in the eyes, Ash dangled her wine glass from two fingers and cupped her right breast with the rest of her hand. "I said, I'll show you mine," and now she moved her other hand up my thigh closer to my crotch, "if you show me yours. C'mon, Matt, you've been staring at these puppies all night. Not that you've never checked me out before, but you're being a little blatant about it now. Besides, after this morning, I'm more than a little curious myself to see what you're packing in there." 

"Jesus, Ash," I breathed. "This is wrong. . . you're my sister for Christ's sake."

She laid her hand across my crotch, feeling my length through my jeans. "Try to tell me that doesn't make it hotter. You want this just as much as I do, Matt." She grinned impishly. "So what have you got? Six, seven, eight inches?"

"I think you've had a little too much wine," I tried to protest. Feebly, to be sure, but I did protest. 

"Half a bottle?" Ash said. "Hardly." She traced a finger along my zipper. "This is a one time offer, Matt. Say no one more time, and that's it. We never speak of this again." She set her wine glass down on the floor. "But we also don't find out."

"Find out what?"

"How good it could be." She looked me in the eyes and I found the last shreds of my resistance fading away. So I kissed her. I leaned in, pressed my lips against hers, felt them part, and thrust my tongue between them. I tasted wine and popcorn and her, and the best part was how she pressed into me, her tongue wrestling with mine, her scent washing over me. We broke away for a moment. I looked deep into her eyes, saw my lust and need mirrored within them, and kissed her again. As we did, Ash grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began to tug it up and off of me. We broke off the kiss as the shirt went past my head, then went at it again, wrestling tongues and lips.

When I felt Ash's nimble fingers unsnapping my jeans and lowering the zipper, I felt a momentary flash of reason. This was insanity - illegal - immoral - incest! What were we thinking? Then her fingers slipped into my shorts and I felt her fingertips gently caressing my engorged cock, and instinct took over again. I hitched my hips and slid jeans and boxers free. Ash pulled away from me, pausing to trace her tongue along my lower lip, and took a careful look at my nudity. Hazel eyes widened in surprise, red lips parted, and she licked her own lips this time. 

Her eyes met mine. "Nine?" she said, a little breathless.

I shrugged. "Not every guy measures his dick, Ashley."

"Yeah, but I know you. Nine?"

I grinned. "Nine."

"Jesus," she gasped. She slid downward, off the edge of the bed, so she could look my cock in the eye. I felt her breath on my sensitive skin, falling across the purple plum shaped head. Ash shifted a bit, taking it in from different angles, admiring my considerable length, standing proudly from the dark thatch of curls at its base. "It's beautiful," Ashley breathed. She laid a forefinger against the head, squeezing out a dollop of precum, and slowly traced her way down the underside to my balls. Those she cupped gently, almost weighing them, and then slowly, almost reverently, wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. There was still plenty of me sticking out, and she brought her other hand up to grip me as well. The head still lay revealed, and with a smirk, I flexed my cock, expanding the head, and releasing another drop of precum.

"Well," I said, "I held up my part of the deal."

"What?" Ashley asked. She seemed a little dazed, and flushed, but whether that was from the wine or the situation, I couldn't be sure. 

"I showed you mine," I explained. "I want to see yours."

"Ah." She smiled brilliantly, sexily, and gave my cock a quick, gentle squeeze. Then she released me and stood up, jiggling all the way. With an insolent, saucy grin, she tossed her pigtails and hooked her thumbs in her halter straps. She lifted them straight up, the fabric of the top tightening across her tits and pushing them together, then let the straps snap back to her shoulders. Titties bounced deliciously. My cock jumped in response.

Ashley dropped her hands to her flat belly and, gripping the bottom of her halter, tugged it up and over her head in one smooth movement that revealed her bountiful, beautiful breasts to me in all their glory. Big and pale, with a fine tracery of blue veins just beneath the surface of her skin, capped by big dark nipples that were hardened with her excitement, they hung high and proud on her chest. She shimmied, giving them a shake.

"Judging by your slackjawed expression, little brother," Ashley laughed, "you approve."

I clicked my mouth shut. "So what are your measurements?"

"36-26-36," she said with pride. "D-cup," she added unnecessarily. She brushed fingertips across her hard nipples and then pushed her tits together, causing them to thrust out, emphasizing their size and curvature. "They're more trouble than they're worth, generally, but they do tend to hypnotize boys, which is occasionally useful." She waggled them at me with her hands, grinning again.

"They're working on you right now," she said, dropping one knee next to mine. She nudged my legs apart and joined me on the bed, pressing up against me, flesh against flesh. I felt her nipples press into my chest, her heavy tits almost flattening against me. Ashley dipped her head and kissed me again. My dick brushed up against her sweats, but the head of my leaking cock nudged up against her naked belly. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up a bit, allowing me to bury my head between her breasts. Her perfume enveloped me, and beneath that I smelled baby powder and her own distinctive scent, as familiar to me as my own. I nuzzled against her, within her cleavage, scenting and tasting her.

I began to lick and kiss her pale flesh, moving along the slopes of her breasts, seeking out her nipples. When I found them, her moans turned to gasps and her hips began to jerk against my abdomen. I suckled at one, then switched to the other, tracing my way across the valley between her breasts with my tongue. She shivered. "I can think of better places to put those lips, Matty," she half-whispered. "But first... I want to taste you."

She pulled herself out of my embrace and shifted across the bed once more, dropping to her knees again. She cupped her breasts and pressed them against my cock, squeezing me between them, making her cleavage slick with my precoital fluids. She waggled her tits again, jerking me off with her breasts, teasing me deliciously. Ashley ducked her head and lashed the tip of my cock with her tongue. My cock jumped, practically squirting precum across her tongue. She chuckled throatily and released my dick from the delightful prison, only to grab me with one hand and angle me towards her lips. 

With a slurp she sucked me into her mouth, just the head of my cock, teasing my sensitive flesh with teeth and tongue. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her tongue undulated along the underside of my cock as she made swallowing motions, drawing me deeper. I threw my head back and gritted my teeth, trying to hold back an impending orgasm. Her mouth was so warm and wet and welcoming, and the very fact that it was my older sister doing this to me, giving me this maddening pleasure, made it all the more amazing and intense. I grabbed Ashley's shoulders and gripped them tightly, just as my cockhead butted up against the back of Ashley's throat. 

"Jesus," I groaned. I looked down and saw Ashley's lust glazed eyes looking back up at me, her nose buried in my thatch of curls, while the entire length of my cock had disappeared into her mouth. She swallowed again. I shivered. Then with an explosive exhalation, she slid her lips back up my shaft, leaving just the head trapped within her mouth. The tip of her tongue teased my cockhead, scooping precum out of the orifice, which only forced me to generate more. Ash swallowed it down, took a few deep breaths, and swallowed me whole again. 

"Careful, sis," I grunted. "I'm getting awfully -- urk -- close."

She released me with a pop, almost spitting me free, and my heavy cock bobbed in front of her face for a moment. She licked cum-slickened lips and waggled her eyebrows at me. "Too much for you, Matty?" She blew a kiss at my cockhead, and it jumped of its own volition. 

"Let's see how you handle it," I told her. Releasing my grip on her shoulders, I hooked her under the arms and pulled her up. She came with a shriek and a laugh, reaching out to squeeze my biceps. I shifted on the bed and threw her down upon it. Without any resistance from her, I grabbed the waistband of her sweats and yanked them down her shapely legs. I tossed them to the floor. Her panties were white silk, riding high against her crotch, and sporting a noticeable wet spot. With a salacious grin, I hooked my fingers in her panties and yanked them down as well. Ash kicked them free and spread her legs, showing off her delectable, pink pussy with a neatly trimmed tuft of naturally red hair. Her lips were enflamed, her pussy open and inviting, slick with juices. 

I bent low, slipped my hands beneath Ash's thighs, and prepared to do a little teasing of my own. Blow some kisses across those silky thighs, lightly brush her lips with my lips, then maybe begin to trace my tongue along her folds. But no. Ash had plans of her own. She grabbed the back of my head and practically slammed my face into her pussy. The intoxicating, heady female scent filled my nostrils. Her salty-sweet taste flooded my mouth. Ashley moaned and threaded her fingers through my hair. "Get to work little bro," she ordered in a sultry voice. 

Always one to oblige a lady, I did. I dove in, sucking and kissing at her folds, lashing her with my tongue, nibbling with my teeth, nuzzling against her. Ashley's hips hitched forward while her hands pressed down, and a low, guttural moan came from her throat. "There you go," she hissed. I traced her labial lips with my tongue, found the little bump of her clitoris, and elicited a sharp intake of breath from Ash. I waggled my tongue tip delicately. Fluids soaked my lips and tongue and chin, and Ashley's grip on my head became almost painful. I loosed her clit and thrust my tongue into her, going as deep as I possibly could, drinking up her juices as the flow increased. 

Ash's breathing increased, coming faster and faster, her hips thrusting against my face. I released a thigh and swept a hand across her flat belly to grab a bouncing tit. I cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple, just as I shifted my mouth and found her clit once more. Ashley shivered beneath me. I felt her nails digging into my scalp, and she made several short, sharp exhalations, tiny cries, as an orgasm shook her lush frame. Her juices splashed into my mouth, and I greedily lapped them up, never pausing in my ministrations until, gasping, Ashley herself pushed my head away from her pussy. 

"Ha," I started to say, "You couldn't hold out either," but I only made it to the "ha" part before Ashley pulled my face towards hers and kissed me as fiercely and passionately as I'd ever been kissed. Her tongue dove into my mouth, finding my own and wrestling with it. She kissed and licked and sucked her own juices from my mouth and chin, and finally released me. Both of us were breathless by then. 

"That was fucking awesome," Ashley told me, looking me straight in the eye. I felt her slim fingers encircle my rampaging hard-on. "You that good with this?"

I flexed my cock, making it throb in her hand. "Why don't you find out?"

She didn't release me, as we contorted across her narrow bed, exchanging heated kisses as we maneuvered into position. I buried my head between her luscious tits, nuzzling against her plush breasts, tasting her nipples. Ashley's thighs bunched and jumped as she scissored her legs around my waist. She guided my cock towards her pussy, but neither of us could really see what was going on down there, so I kind of butted against her pubic mound once or twice. Ashley giggled and nudged my head away from her breasts. Both of us shared a look, then glanced down between us. Ashley bit her lower lip and aimed my cockhead at her weeping pussy. I hitched forward a hair, and I made contact. 

Both of us froze for a heartbeat, stock still, not even breathing. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I began to press forward. I almost expected Ash to finally come to her senses, to push me off her, or at least to grab my cock and hold it back from doing something horrible and yet terribly exciting. But she didn't, and the head of my cock sank into her heat. She sighed and released her hold on me completely. With a groan, I eased my length into her folds. Her thighs gripped me and her hips rose up to meet me, urging me on. I think she wanted me to simply ram home, but that might have heard one or both of us, so I took it easy, allowing her to accommodate my size. My sister's pussy opened up and welcomed me inside, hot and slick and perfect.

Ashley made little sounds, hitching breaths almost like hiccoughs, as I sank into her. Finally I bottomed out, the spongy head of my cock butting up against her cervix, and both of us froze once again. An inch or so of my length remained outside of her, but this was as deep as a girl had ever taken me, so I wasn't complaining.

"I don't think I've ever been this full," Ashley gasped. Her inner muscles tightened, caressing me, and it was my turn to gasp. My cock throbbed hungrily, all on its own, as I furiously tried to think of Niner's stats. A dark flush had spread across Ashley's chest, and her heavy breasts bobbed enticingly with each ragged breath she drew. She snaked her arms across my shoulders and looked me in the eyes again. "So, you gonna sit there all night, or are you going to fuck me?"

I braced myself and quickly withdrew from her clasping pussy. Ashley gasped. We'd proven she could take most of me, and her pussy had stretched deliciously to accommodate me, so the time for gentleness was past. I slammed home, driving into Ashley with a quick jerk of my hips. Her eyes widened, her legs tightened around my waist, and she cried out. I pulled back briefly and slammed home again. Ashley's hips rose up to meet me, and we were fucking in earnest.

A small part of my brain, an incredibly tiny part it must be said, looked on in horror as I plundered my sister's body. My sister, for God's sake! 




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But most of my mind was inflamed with passion, driven almost mad with pleasure as Ashley's pussy nipped at me, her inner muscles contracting around me, gripping and releasing as I hammered into her again and again. My cock surged, bucking and throbbing, driving again and again into Ashley's heated core. She enveloped me, swallowed me up, a sucking, scorching pit of illicit pleasure, and I couldn't get enough. 

Ashley's fingers sank into my shoulders, her nails scoring my flesh, and her calves and heels pressed against my flexing buttocks, urging me on. She shook her head back and forth, her pigtails loosening, sweat damp hair thrown across the pillows. I kissed the hollow of her throat, tasted salty sweat, and licked my way up to her chin and lips. 

And then I felt something within her loosen and open up, and my cock sank even deeper inside her. My cum-heavy balls bounced against her sculpted ass. My cockhead touched the roof of her womb. 

I watched as Ashley's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth parted, and a low moan erupted from her throat. Her whole body shivered and shook beneath me, her breasts with their sensitive nipples scraping against my chest, her hips rising against me, her pubis pressing almost flat against me. Her pussy was scalding hot now, her juices practically spraying from her as the orgasm roared through her system. I moved a little bit within her, just enough to ride the climax, to prolong the sweet agony, while at the same time trying to stave off my own inevitable eruption. I managed, just barely.

When Ashley's breathing was a little more regular, and her eyes, though a little glazed, focused on me once more. "Full marks, little brother," she gasped out. Her pussy squeezed me tightly, and it was my turn to release some hitching breaths. "Where'd you learn to fuck like that?"

"C'mon Ash," I said breathlessly. "You used to date football players exclusively in high school. You know how it is."

"Yeah, but they weren't any of them as good as you are." Ashley paused, laughed, and shook her head. "You fucked the grammar out of me, Matty." Her face grew serious again. "Can't help but notice you haven't cum yet, either." Her pussy contracted once more.

"Keep doing that, and I won't last much longer."

Naturally, she tightened her grip once more, and laughed at the expression on my face. "Can you hold off for a bit, darling? I think I'm good for one more at least."

I gritted my teeth and fucked into her again, which erased that smug smile of hers. Her legs came back up around me as I fucked into her, diving balls deep again and again and again. She grabbed my head and brought my ear to her lips. Between gasps, she said, "When you're ready, I want to see it. I want to see you cum for me, Matty." And her pussy gripped me like a vice.

And boom. Just like that. I was cumming.

The first jet erupted deep within Ashley's pussy. Then I yanked myself free of her heated depths, and my throbbing, bucking cock bounced against her pubic mound, jetting an arc of pearly white cum across her belly to splash across her heaving tits. Her thighs fell away, but her hands found my slickened, jerking cock and aimed it. Another long rope of jism decorated her belly as she pulled me up and forward, still cumming, still spraying wads of spunk against her flushed and sweat dampened flesh, until she capped my cockhead with her mouth, and the last few splashes of my load washed across her tongue. She swallowed eagerly, then sucked my flagging cock into her mouth, licking off our combined juices. 

I collapsed in a bloodless heap beside her, breathing heavily and admiring my beautiful, lusty sister's gorgeous, freshly fucked body. She cupped her cumstained tits and brought them to her lips, slurping up the remnants of my spunk where she could reach with her mouth, and then spreading the jism across her skin where she could not. 

"Mmmm," she cooed, and folded against my chest. I drifted into unconsciousness as Ashley faded in my arms, and the dull blue glow of the TV set, the action movie long since ended, lit the room.

The morning, and the repercussions of our actions, could wait. As the delicious post-coital lassitude filled my body and dragged me down to sleep, I simply let myself enjoy the moment.



Hat Trick Ch. 02



An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks. The build-up is even longer this time.

*

It had been two weeks since I fucked Ashley, and I was still trying to get used to the idea.

Yeah, it was amazing. Hell, it was the best sex I'd ever had in my short life. Wildest, most uninhibited, most mind-blowing, too. It didn't hurt that Ashley was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever laid eyes upon, but whenever I'd let the idea swirl around in my head, it kept coming back to one inescapable, inexcusable fact: 

Ashley is my sister.

I'm not the religious type, nor from Appalachia, but I am pretty sure you go straight to Hell for doing that sort of thing. More importantly, for wanting to do it again. And again. And again.

That first morning after doing the deed had proved less awkward than would have expected. Maybe it was because I woke up with my cock in her mouth, throbbing squirts of precum onto her tongue while she hollowed her cheeks and swallowed me deep. "Awkward" really isn't part of your vocabulary at a time like that. When she saw I was awake, she released me with a throaty giggle and then dragged her gorgeous body up across mine and we fucked again. Long and slow and sensual this time, with none of the frenzy and force of the previous night. What it lacked in physical intensity, it made up for on the emotional end. As my orgasm crested and I shot my load deep into Ashley's pussy, her body thrashing beneath me as her own climax took her, I realized I was falling in love with her. 

Which is just crazy, for the reason previously mentioned. I mean, c'mon. Fuck your sister, sure, but fall in love with her? That's insane!

That was sarcasm, in case you missed it. 

I had to leave for home that day, but we got in one more quick fuck between showering and getting lunch. Ash didn't make me wait in the lounge while she changed that time, and as soon as her bathrobe dropped to the floor and her nude body, freshly scrubbed, pink and clean, showed itself, I pounced. She let me, or maybe that was her design all along, because she had me fucking her doggy-style against the bureau. Each time I slammed home within her, she'd gasp out, "Fuck me, bro," to urge me on.

Lunch wasn't strained or awkward, either. Somehow, in public, we kind of slid back into the old sibling roles. If we sat a little closer together than usual, or touched one another more often than we used to, well, it wasn't all that strange, really. 'Course, I had no idea what her neighbors at the dorm might think of the situation -- it's not like we were all that quiet, and she did introduce me to a few of them as her brother. 

Later, while I leaned against my car door preparing to leave, we had a long and searing kiss that seemed to go on for hours and left my knees a little wobbly. Ashley was flushed and breathing heavily when we broke apart as well, and she dropped a hand to my crotch before I slid into the car. "Take care of that for me, Matty," she said with a wicked grin. "Thanksgiving break, I'm going to give it a work out you won't believe." Then she kissed me again, more chastely this time, and said, "Careful driving, little brother."

In a swirl of perfume and salacious laughter she was gone. I had nothing but a three hour drive down the coast to look forward to, and a return to the modest home I now only shared with my Mom. I'd missed Ashley before, of course. When we were kids we'd never been all that close, but that changed when the cancer took Dad. We were a hell of a lot closer now. Too close. It could only get worse, I knew. Once you tasted the forbidden fruit, nothing else tasted quite as sweet. 

I did have Thanksgiving break to look forward to, though. My mind went wild with the possibilities on the drive home. Halfway there, the guilt reared its ugly head. Incest. That's not something you just walk away from. And what would happen if Mom found out? She'd die. Then she'd kill both of us. Twice. 

This was going to be the most illicit affair anyone had ever attempted. And without once discussing it between ourselves, Ash and I knew this was not an isolated incident. This was something that we would have to do for a while now. Maybe we'd never stop. Who could say? All I knew was that sex that good could not be given up, not for any reason. Even if, and maybe especially if, the reason not to do it in the first place made it all the more amazing in the end. Then I'd start to feel guilty again. Then I'd remember Ashley's lips on my cock, the pliant, plush feel of her breasts beneath my hands, the lust in her warm hazel eyes, and I'd spiral off into rationalizations once more. 

Those two weeks passed in a kind of fog like that, as I wobbled between the two extremes. I wasn't getting enough sleep. I wasn't eating enough. My grades started to suffer. Worse, football started to suffer. Coach Zimmerman actually benched me during a game, then screamed at me in the locker room. Something about getting my head out of my ass and back into the game. He didn't really help. Nor did the occasional e-mails from Ash. Or the breathy messages she'd leave on my voice mail. Or getting a text message from her in the middle of study.

I was going crazy, and I couldn't tell anybody what was going on. Ash was so blase about the whole thing, I couldn't turn to her. Plus, with my cock doing most of the thinking anyway, I knew flipping out on her was the number one way to lose my special privileges, and I didn't want that. Not just yet. Mom knew something was up, but either she just assumed it was normal male teenage adolescent bullshit, or else she had her mind occupied with her own problems. 

Mom had plenty to worry about, to be sure. Running the construction business she and Dad started, which kept me in football jerseys and Ashley at school, was no mean thing. When Dad was there to be the front man, Mom could be in the background and be the brains and raise us kids. Not that Dad wasn't capable, or Mom had no charisma, but sexism had never really left the construction business. Most people who hired skilled laborers expected a weather-beaten, broad shouldered man with a tool belt, not a statuesque blonde with a physique out of Playboy and a Masters from Berkeley. With Dad gone, Mom had to work not only her old job, but his as well, and that meant being a lot tougher, smarter, and personable than Dad had ever had to be. 

That didn't leave her a lot of time to spend with Ash and I. We didn't resent it, though. We were old enough when Dad passed to understand, and eventually Mom confessed that she was working so hard partly to keep Dad's ghost at bay, and partly to keep alive the dream they had shared. We didn't mind, and we did our part, too. Ash was going for her own Masters in business, and I'd worked a few sites over the past couple summers. Poole Construction was something we all believed in, and if Mom kind of disappeared a little bit while she kept the business afloat, well, we could deal.

Not that the business was her only concern during those two weeks. She was also fretting about her sister coming to visit for a few days. 

Mom is the oldest of the Jorgensen girls. Dawn is the youngest, and Jan was the middle child. The Jorgensen girls were never particularly close, as near as I was ever able to tell, and there was always a kind of sibling rivalry going on among them that even when I was a child I noticed. Didn't quite understand what it was, but I did know enough to recognize the signs of stress Mom would exhibit whenever the extended family got together. It had something to do with Jan being a high powered lawyer pulling down six figures, and Dawn being a successful artist, and Mom working construction. There was always that feeling that Mom had never done quite as well as the others did, even after Jan's husband left her and Dawn stared traipsing around the globe like a hippie. 

That side of the family had kind of drifted apart over the last few years. The last time I saw any of them had been at Dad's funeral, and that was before high school. We'd get birthday cards and Christmas gifts, and Ashley even went to visit Aunt Dawn in New York once, but mostly we went our separate ways. Which I thought was okay with Mom, until the fiasco from last year happened. My cousin Bill, Jan's son, got married. None of us were invited. Again, big deal. But Mom was a little ticked off.

So then there was a year of silence and fury and resentment and hard feelings, the way only sisters can behave, until Aunt Jan extended an olive branch and things started to settle down. This was all stuff that Ashley had to explain to me, for the most part. It was a little below my radar until she pointed it all out to me. 

The upshot of all this nonsense was that, to seal the peace, Aunt Jan was coming up to see her older sister, bury the hatchet, and spend some time with us. Apparently Bill and his bride would be busy with other things, but Mom made ominous sounds about us all getting together for the holidays again, just like old times. As if having just Mom around wouldn't complicate matters enough for Ash and I.

Then Aunt Jan arrived and all my nebulous plans and half-voiced fears went up in smoke.

I came home from football practice on a Friday afternoon, and was just dragging my duffel bag out of the trunk of my car when Mom's SUV pulled into the drive behind me and the two oldest Jorgensen girls spilled out of the truck, laughing and carrying on as if the last year hadn't happened. I paused and let the duffel bag slip out of my hands, watching Mom and Aunt Jan. I was reminded that Ashley's beauty ran in the family. 

Mom made it to the other side of forty years ago, but you'd hardly know it to look at her. Tall and long-limbed, she keeps her blonde hair in a close cropped, slightly curled mane that frames high cheek bones, full lips, a proud nose, and bright blue eyes. There are crow's feet and laugh lines and a bit of sun damage, but those are the badges of a life well-lived. She is beautiful, but it's a mature beauty, honest and without pretense. She's kept in excellent shape, and though she isn't as trim as she was in her wedding pictures, she's got a lush, full, maternal frame. Generous breasts, broad hips, plush ass. That afternoon she wore a pair of tight jeans and loose blue workshirt over a white halter top that barely restrained her heavy tits.

Beside her, Aunt Jan fairly towered at just over six feet. She shared Mom's coloring and general features, the blonde hair and blue eyes, the hourglass figure and the natural beauty. Jan wore her hair long, tied back into a French braid, and the gold-rimmed glasses and business suit gave her a professional look, only slightly frazzled by the plane trip and reunion. Jan has an athletic build, sleek bodied and well muscled, with a bronze tan incongruous with her Nordic heritage. She possessed a kind of glow, an indefinable spark of energy that made her appear younger than she was, tantalizing and attractive. 

I found myself wondering about tan lines. . . and mentally slapped myself. This was my mother and my aunt I was ogling. It was like fucking Ashley had unleashed some horrible, incestuous floodgates and I was incapable of looking at a relative without undressing her in my head. 

"Hey baby," Mom said as she bounced up the driveway. "You remember your Aunt Jan, don't you?"

Jan approached with her arms open. "Oh my God, Matthew?" she said as she drew close. "You've grown so big!" As we embraced, I noticed that her heels actually made her a little taller than me. It made me slightly uncomfortable, almost as uncomfortable as the erection growing in my shorts. I broke the embrace as quickly as I could without offending Jan. She gave me an appraising look that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise, and turned to Mom. "This one is a heartbreaker. I bet you have to drive off the girls."

Mom laughed. "He gets his share, I'm sure." She looked at me shrewdly. "He's got his mind set on someone new at the moment, but he's keeping tightlipped about her."

I paled. Mom was far more observant than I assumed. "Well, I...um... can I get your luggage, Jan?" I stammered, hoping to change the subject.

Jan tittered. "I didn't think it was possible for him to get cuter. What's her name, Matthew?"

Mom tugged at Jan's arm. "Let the boy be, Jan." To me, she added, "If you would, Matty. Just throw her bags in the guest room." She guided Jan towards the house and I headed for the trunk of the SUV. As I rounded the back end, something made me look behind me, and I saw Mom and Jan on the porch, about to enter the house. While Mom unlocked the door, Jan looked over her shoulder at me, an odd light in her eyes. I ducked around the SUV and tried to think clean thoughts.

I carried Jan's bags in, then went back out for my own. While the women bustled about in the family room and kitchen, I took a long hot post-practice shower. My usual mental porno started playing in my head as I washed, and I gave my dick a few absent strokes while I thought of Ashley. About halfway through the show, my mind wandered into different territory, and I started thinking about how Jan's lips would taste, how her tits would feel in my hand, what she'd look like with my dick in her mouth, whether she swallowed or not, and... I forced myself to stop. This was sick and wrong. Not simply because Jan was family, but because I was already involved, more or less, with Ashley. 

I stepped out of the shower unfulfilled, feeling confused and guilty. A migraine threatened to blossom between my eyes. My stomach growled, and I decided food would help. After dressing in a t-shirt and sweats, I went to the kitchen. 

Mom and Jan had started making dinner. That wasn't necessary; I actually cooked most nights, but it was nice to see. There was lemon chicken in the oven, asparagus and rice on the stove, and Jan was throwing together a salad while Mom perused a photo album at the kitchen table. It turned out to be my cousin Bill's wedding album. 

I poured myself a glass of milk and joined Mom at the table, at her urging, to take a look at the pictures. I couldn't hold back a wolf whistle when I saw the bride. My cousin lucked out big time. This Karen of his was a dynamite stone cold fox, with an amazing bust and supermodel looks. The bridesmaids weren't hard to look at either, even if their yellow gowns were a bit garish, the way bridesmaids dresses always are. The one Jan identified as Lena looked vaguely familiar, and I was about to say as much when a synapse fired and I realized I'd seen her in a porno once. I kept my mouth shut.

"We did want you all to be there," Jan explained while she diced tomatoes. "But it turned out to be a kind of spur of the moment kind of thing, when all is done and said. Karen isn't really... in touch with her family, for a variety of reasons, so Bill felt it wouldn't be fair to her to swell the ranks of the invited with the Jorgensen clan. They decided on a small ceremony, we used our house. They spent most of their money on the honeymoon. Crazy kids took off to Hawaii for two weeks."

"She's absolutely gorgeous," Mom said. "Where did you say they met?"

"It's kind of a funny story, actually. Karen and I took a class together and became friends, and then when she needed to cut some corners and move out of her place, I rented her a room. Nature kind of took its course, after that." Jan smiled wistfully. "The two of them were made for each other."

"I know that feeling," Mom said, her tone similar. I looked at her sharply, but her eyes were unfocused. 

"I remember," Jan agreed. She joined us at the table, smoothing the back of her skirt as she sat down. She'd divested herself of her suit jacket, and the top few buttons of her pink blouse were unbuttoned, flashing a hint of cleavage. "You know, Matthew is the spitting image of Gregory at that age."

Mom's eyes fell on my, focusing sharply. "Hmmm," she said noncommittally. I'd been told before I looked like Dad, though not recently. I shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny.

"So when do we meet the couple?" I asked, bringing everyone's attention back to the album.

"Christmas, I hope," Jan said. "They're both busy with school right now, but we want to have everyone down to our place for the holidays. I think we might even be able to convince Dawn to make an appearance."

Mom turned an album page. "Like old times."

Jan reached across the table and took Mom's hand. "No," she admitted. "Different. But maybe better." She paused. "In a year or two, the family may be bigger yet."

Mom looked up, laughing. "Oh? I can tell just looking at these pictures that Bill and Karen must be trying very hard to start a family of their own."

Jan laughed too. "Well, yes. But they can't do it the old fashioned way. Karen can't have children. She was... well, she was abused as a child." I heard Mom make sympathetic noises while an icy fist wrapped around my heart. "They're hoping to adopt," Jan continued, "but Bill's still in school, and I'm not sure they're ready, and..." Jan kept talking, but I tuned her out. My latent guilt flared to life, and what Ashley and I had done seemed more wrong than ever before. Incest is volatile stuff, the kind of thing that destroys lives and families. 

Somehow I made it through dinner. I don't remember how much I ate or what we talked about, or even if I participated. But I do remember escaping to my room soon after the dishes were cleared. Mom and Jan broke out a bottle of wine and moved into the family room, chattering about everything and nothing. I'm not sure they noticed I was gone.

I saw my phone on my bureau, the flickering light denoting a message waiting for me. It was Ashley, her voice low and breathy. "Hey little brother. Missing you, missing what you do to me, how you make me feel. I'm so fucking wet right now, imagining you're inside me." She gasped. I imagined her touching herself, thinking of me. "I wish you were here. Can't wait for break. Love you."

Then she was done and I was really goddam hard and I didn't feel a shred of guilt. 

The next day was a game day. Mom and Jan cheered from the stands. I managed to keep my head straight and played reasonably well. I didn't space out or fuck up too badly, at any rate. We won, too, 42 - 30. Somebody mentioned a party at Pete Braithwaite's. I'd already promised Mom that I'd be home for dinner, but there would be plenty of time to make it to Pete's later on in the evening. 

It was dark when I got home, and the sisters were sitting in the living room waiting for me. Mom in dark slacks and a cream colored blouse, Janine in a pink turtleneck that hugged her curves very tightly, and an even tighter pair of jeans that accentuated her full, springy ass. "There's the athlete!" Jan said as I came through the front door. She bounced to her feet, flesh jiggling enticingly under her shirt, and enfolded me in quick hug. I returned it as best I could, my dufflebag dangling from on arm. Jan seemed to thrust her tits against my chest and press her crotch against mine. A feather light kiss brushed against my cheek, and then she stepped away.

Had I imagined it? The twinkle in her eye suggested otherwise. 

"That was a great game," Jan said. I forced my eyes to focus on her face. "It's been a while since I saw a high school football game. Brings back memories." She looked slyly at Mom, still seated on the couch. "Remember Derek Gunnarsen?" 

Mom colored slightly and looked away. Aunt Jan smirked. "I take that as a yes," she murmured, low enough that only I heard. Jan returned her attention to me. "Stephanie suggested Spoleto's for dinner," she said, changing the subject rather abruptly. 




Hat Trick Ch. 02



"Great," I said, looking between the two sisters. What had passed between them? "Isn't that place a little dressy, though?"

"I thought we'd try somewhere nice," Mom said.

"And now that I've seen you in your uniform, I'm dying to see those shoulders in a dress jacket," Jan said with an arched eyebrow. 

Mom sighed. "Don't tease him, Jan. Give us about an hour to get ready and then we'll go, Matt."

I suppressed a groan. I'd already showered at the locker room and wasn't looking forward to waiting for the girls to make themselves up. I was pretty hungry, besides. "Sure, that's fine," I said instead. Maybe I could make a sandwich or something while I waited. Wished I could grab a beer too, but that could wait until Pete's party.

I retreated to my room and dug a sport coat and tie out. I was dressed in a handful of minutes, dragged a comb across my hair, and left for the kitchen. I heard showers running in Mom's room and the guest room, and tried not to think about nude, tanned, full breasted bodies streaming with soapy water. I adjusted my dick in my pants and hurried downstairs. I threw together a roast beef on rye and munched while I waited.

Within a half hour Mom came into the kitchen, wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and an irritated expression. "A little underdressed for the restaurant," I started to say, but Mom cut me off with a curt gesture.

"I have to go down to the Elsinore site. Some kind of emergency, and they need me to straighten things out. Tell Jan when she's out of the shower, will you? I'll try to catch up with you guys at Spoleto's, but I can't promise anything."

I saw an opening and went for it. "We can't go without you, Mom. I can make something for us here, and have it ready when you get back."

Mom frowned. "You're not getting away that easily, young man. Do me the favor and look after your aunt, take her out, have a good time. I want her to leave here with a good impression. Okay?"

I sighed. "Okay, Mom."

"Thanks, babe." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, thrust some money in my hand, and headed out the back door. I brought my dishes to the sink and stared through the kitchen window into the darkened backyard. I tried to think clean thoughts, really I did. But I was fighting a losing battle, and I knew it. 

I think Jan knew it too. Shortly after Mom left, Jan entered the kitchen herself. My jaw dropped and my cock sprang to attention as soon as she appeared. Her hair was still damp from the shower, hanging in dark curls around her face. Bits of gold glinted at her ears and around her throat, and her artfully applied makeup blended almost effortlessly with her golden skin, save for the luscious, wet red of her lips. The neckline of her abbreviated black dress plunged daringly, exposing the upper slopes or her sweetly curving breasts, and the hem barely covered her muscular thighs. The heels she wore accentuated her tight calves and added to her already impressive, commanding height. The lack of bra and hose was clear, and I found myself wondering whether panties were optional as well.

"Matt? Matt? Hello? Earth to Matthew, can you hear me?" Jan flicked her fingers in front of my face and I came to.

"Sorry," I said, turning bright red. 

Jan smiled. "It's okay. Nice to know I still have an affect on attractive young men."

I coughed. "I'm sure you could affect anything with a heartbeat." In fact, the ensemble was a little too risqué for a night out with one's sister and nephew. "Are you sure you're comfortable, um, like that?" I asked hesitantly.

Jan smiled. "Of course. I go out all the time with Billy and Karen like this. You aren't going to be embarrassed to be seen with me are you?"

I shook my head emphatically. Maybe they did things differently in California, I decided. If they did, that was okay with me. 

"Up here," Jan chided. I turned even more red and tore my gaze from her impressive bosom to look her in the eye. I had to look up to do so, and realized that Jan was standing very close to me. She was smiling broadly, and there was that twinkle again. "So where's Steph?" she asked.

Mom. Right. I explained the situation. At first she was just as reluctant as I to go out without Mom, but I insisted that Mom had insisted, so eventually Jan acquiesced. She slid into a bulky black jacket that hid her from neck to the bottom of her dress and grabbed her purse. I took the keys, slipped on my own coat, and we took my car to Spoleto's. 

Spoleto's is an upscale Italian eatery downtown, with an old world ambiance and an amazing menu. The lasagna is to die for. The family had been going there for years, but since dad's death the visits had grown more sporadic. The last time we ate there was after Ashley's graduation, I think. I said as much to Jan as we walked in to the joint, her arm linked through mine.

Mom had reserved a table for three in the back of the restaurant, and at first we pretended that our third was eventually going to show. We killed some breadsticks; Jan ordered a bottle of wine which she insisted I sample. Conversation was sporadic, as Jan had to occasionally recall my attention away from her breasts and back to the topic at hand. But she always did it gently, almost regretfully, and when we were each on our second glass of wine, she said, "Thirty-six-double-d."

"What?" I said, turning red again. The number must run in the family, I thought.

"Just to satisfy your curiosity. It's okay, Matt. I don't mind. In fact, I'd be insulted if you didn't sneak a look now and again. But do try not to stare. It's impolite."

I looked into Jan's crystal blue eyes and there was that twinkle again. Aw, fuck it, I decided. "Sorry, Aunt Jan. It's just that you're a stone cold fox. You've got an amazing body. Plus you're smart and funny and fun to be with."

"Why thank you, Matthew, that's very sweet of you." She smiled dazzlingly and I swear my heart skipped a beat. By then it was obvious that our third wasn't going to show, and we had to order. I had the lasagna, Jan went for the chicken parm. As the bottle of wine was depleted and the food was devoured, our conversation grew racier. Jan would laugh and touch my arm or shoulder or thigh, and her dress would shift and expose more of her golden flesh. All too soon dinner was over. Over Jan's protestations, I paid the bill with Mom's money and we left for home. 

By accident or design, Jan left her coat open in the car, exposing the length of her gorgeous body. I had to concentrate to keep my eyes on the road. Pete's party was long forgotten.

We stumbled into the house, Jan talking about football and me trying not to ogle her legs. My sexy aunt shrugged out of her coat and slid onto the couch in the living room. She patted the cushion beside her and I had no choice but to obey. 

"So who was that Derek guy?" I asked eventually. 

Jan smirked. "I'm not sure I should tell you that one. Then again... Derek Gunnarsen was the star quarterback when your mother and I were in high school. Steph had a thing for him, but she was never the sort to go after something she wanted. But I was." Jan tittered. "I really shouldn't tell you this."

"Go on," I prompted.

Jan dropped a hand to my thigh and began to trace lazy circles with her forefinger. "Oh, all right," she said with a wink. "I tarted myself up and seduced the hell out of poor Derek, out from under his girlfriend, in fact, and dragged him back to our house. Your grandparents and your aunt Dawn were gone for the weekend, fortuitously enough, so I had no qualms about slipping out of my clothes and fucking his brains out in the middle of the living room."

Jan's hand movements had become more insistent and suggestive, slipping down along my inner thigh. I couldn't hide the erection tenting the front of my slacks and I didn't try. 

"Steph came home from whatever the hell she'd been doing that night to find Derek and I going at it pretty hard in front of the fireplace. At first she was livid, but I managed to calm her down and pointed out that the man of her dreams was at that moment naked, hard as stone, and eager for a good hard fuck right there and then."

Jan's hand slid down across my crotch and caressed my throbbing cock under my pants. Was this really happening? For a second time? 

I felt Jan's breath on my cheek, smelled the wine on her breath, the sharp vanilla of her perfume. "In seconds, Steph was stripping out of her clothes and crawling all over Derek. I watched them go at it for a while. I'd never seen people fucking before and it was fun to watch. When Steph was too far gone to object, I decided it was time to join in."

I looked Jan in the eyes and licked my lips. 

"It was my first threesome. My first time with another woman. And with my sister, yet." Jan smiled. "Shocked? I know you're excited. What are you going to do, Matty?"

I did the only thing I could do. I kissed her. I touched my lips against hers, felt them part, and tasted her with my tongue. She replied in kind, darting her tongue out and into my mouth. We shifted on the couch, into the kiss, and my beautiful aunt pressed her lush body against mine. Her hands slid under my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders. She kissed my chin and cheeks and throat. With a lusty groan she loosened the tie around my throat and began to unbutton my shirt. 

My own hands were not idle. I found Jan's magnificent tits and gave them a squeeze. They were full and firm and soft at once, and I had to see them. I slid my fingers into her dress and pushed the fabric away while cupping her breasts. Her hard nipples scraped against my palms. Jan moaned and thrust her tits against my hands. "You like them, Matty?" she said a little breathlessly. 

I grinned and nodded. They were amazing. Huge, tanned, full, gravity defying, with silver dollar sized nipples, strawberry pink and hard as diamond. I dipped my head and gave them each a tentative kiss. Jan murmured something and ran her fingers through my hair. I buried my head between her magnificent globes and pressed my lips against her breastbone, reveling in the feel of warm, soft vanilla scented titflesh wrapping around my head. Then I pulled away and assaulted her nipples with teeth and tongue and lips, sucking and nipping, eliciting little gasps and shivers from my aunt. 

But she was capable of multitasking as well. Somehow she divested me of my shirt, and then managed to get my undershirt up over my head and arms as well. Then her lips found mine again, as our upper bodies pressed flesh against flesh. Her huge tits almost flattened against my broad chest. Her tongue thrust halfway down my throat and I found myself being pushed backward across the couch. For a fraction of a second, I entertained the idea that this was all happening a little too fast, and then Jan spoke.

She looked me straight in the eye. "You ready to fuck me?"

Instinct took over, just as it had with my sister. I was going fuck this beautiful creature, matter the consequences. I grinned and lifted her up with my hips. She laughed. "I guess you are," she said. Her fingers found my belt and in moment my pants were pooling on the floor beside the couch. My rampant cock tented my boxers. Jan's eyes widened. "You're almost as big as..." she trailed off. Her cheeks flushed, which was intriguing. What could make my aunt Jan blush?

Her lips pressed against my collarbone, then trailed across my chest. I felt her tongue scrape across my nipple and then down my abdomen. Her palm pressed across my cock and I felt her fingers close around my girth. "Oh yes," she breathed, "quite a big boy." 

I flexed under her hand and she looked up at me with a smirk. "Not a boy," I corrected. 

"No indeed," she agreed. Jan tugged at the waistband of my shorts, revealing my hard and throbbing cock, weeping precum from the angry purple head. Jan chuckled throatily and ducked her head to kiss the juice away. I sucked in a breath. Jan proceeded to lick and kiss and nuzzle me. Her cheeks and lips pressed against the spongy tip of my cock, and I felt precum practically squirt from my rod. "Tasty," Jan said. She gave me a lascivious grin and then swallowed me whole.

I felt her mouth close in around me and the head of my cock nudge up against the back of her throat. Her tongue undulated against the underside of my cock. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking me hard. I felt fingertips caress my balls.

All the blood left my head and surged into my other head. Just before it did, I had a moment of clarity: I'd fucked my sister, and now I was about to fuck my aunt. This was beginning to be a habit. Then Jan slid her mouth off my dick, all but the head, and sucked in a deep breath through her nose. My exposed length glistened with a mixture of saliva and precoital fluids, and more dripped down from her lips to coat my cock. Jan's fingertips slid up across my balls and up along my flesh. Her fingernails grazed my sensitive skin as she traced the purple vein that throbbed along my entire length. My hips moved of their own volition, thrusting my cock past her lips and into her mouth. Jan didn't miss a beat, but allowed the move, swallowing me again. I felt her throat close around the sensitive head of my cock. I throbbed, hungrily, and an orgasm threatened to crest. 

Jan sucked and swallowed and slurped, then loosed me again, taking several deep breaths through her nose. She opened her mouth, lashing the head of my cock with her tongue, and said, "S'okay if you want to cum, Matty. I want to taste you."

That did it. Even free of the sweet prison of her lips and mouth, those few words were enough to set me off. Before either of us were entirely aware of it, the semen surged up through my cock and sprayed across Jan's nose and cheek. She blinked and capped my erupting member with her lips. The next spurt splattered across her tongue. Her cheeks ballooned with my load and she quickly swallowed as the next one followed quickly on the last. And again. And again. She swallowed each one, looking up at me with humor and adoration, a trail of jism trailing across her cheeks, as my orgasm finally flagged. 

She released me with one last tongue lash against my sensitive cockhead. Jan licked her lips and eyed my deflating member with an arched eyebrow. She scraped cum off her face and fed it to herself. "Sweet and salty," she purred. 

"Sorry," I said. "I'll be ready again in a few minutes."

"I know you will." Jan dragged herself up my body. Her heavy breasts trailed across my cock and pressed into my abdomen. I felt steel return to my cock immediately. "See? I know all about what these do to a man." She cupped her tits with both hands and trapped my cock between them. I grew harder by the heartbeat as warm, pliant titflesh pressed against my cock. Slowly, Jan began to rub her tits against my prick, the action lubricated by the saliva and other fluids coating me, now smearing across her cleavage. As I grew harder, Jan began to titfuck me, slowly at first but with growing speed as her breasts bounced up and down my cock. In moments I was hard and raring to go again. Precum began to leak from my cockhead. When Jan noticed this, she smiled and gave my dick one last gentle squeeze between her tits.

She raised herself up as her still clothed pelvis pressed against my nudity. Her tits bobbed and she cupped them enticingly, giving a little flick to her nipples as she did. 

Her skirt covered us both. Still, her heated, panty-clad pussy pressed against my iron hard dick. I thrust up against her, felt her nether lips nip at me through the cloth of her panties. Her turn to gasp. I grabbed her thighs to hold her in place and thrust upward again. Jan's breath escaped through her teeth. 

"And I know what this does to women," I said arrogantly.

Jan looked down at me through lidded eyes. "Mmm. I'll bet you do." She gently disengaged herself from my grip and began to wiggle out of the dress, sliding it down those glorious legs, and revealing a nearly transparent black thong guarding her pussy. Through the diaphanous material I saw only bare flesh and enflamed lips, no sign of pubic hair. She was half-standing, trying to remove the dress, and I sat up. My hands went around her waist, almost meeting, and I grabbed the edge of her panties with my teeth. She giggled like a teenager as I pealed them off of her. The heady scent of her arousal filled nose as I tugged at the strap with my fingers. 

Finally, Aunt Janine's sweet pussy was revealed to my gaze. Smooth tan skin, blood-engorged lips, and the weeping gash of her cunt, pink as a rose and twice as beautiful. I kissed her bare pubic mound and felt her shiver. Her hands fell on my shoulders. I teased the petals of that flower with my tongue and tasted her. Once I had that first taste, I wanted more. I plunged my tongue into her, teased and licked and kissed, nipping lightly with my teeth. Jan moaned and pressed her pussy into my face, opening herself up to me. I found her clit and lashed it with my tongue. Jan gasped. I felt her fluids stain my lips and chin. She shuddered.

"Okay," she said, "okay, that's enough. I'm going to fuck you now." She pushed my head away and slid down my chest. Her heavy tits bounced off my forehead and I captured a nipple for a quick suckle. She settled into my lap. Her weeping pussy pressed against my rampant rod. She nipped at me with her pussy lips and I flexed, bumping my cockhead against the hard nubbin of her clit. Her hips jumped and she gasped again. 

Her fingers encircled my cock and guided it to her opening. I slid into her, she enveloped me in liquid heat. Slowly, she slid down my length. I could have waited, I suppose, but I didn't. I jammed my hips forward and buried myself to the hilt inside her. Her inner walls tightened around me, holding and caressing me as I drove myself forward. 

"Fuck," Jan said, "that's deep." She gripped me hard inside. "You ready?"

I flexed insider her, eliciting a gasp. "You bet I am." I fucked into her, hard and fast and deep, and she rode me with the same pace, matching me thrust for thrust. Her tits dangled over me like ripe fruit, bouncing with each thrust. I raised my head and sucked a nipple between my tongue and teeth. Jan's hip movements quickened. 

"Oh yes, baby, suck mommy's titties," she gasped out. "Just like that." I gripped Jan's hips and drove into her, deeper and harder. She braced her hands upon my shoulders and fucked me back with equal force. And I thought, sure; sister, aunt, why not mother? Fuck, just thinking about having my mother beneath me, writhing in ecstasy, made my cock buck and jump and throb deep within Aunt Jan. 

I forced myself to think about football, but it was tough. Jan's inner muscles gripped me, slid around me, her juices washed over my prick and balls. Her tits filled my mouth, her scent my nose. She was a lot of woman for a man to take. Maybe too much. Even having cum so hard already, my cock was threatening to burst again. To stave off the impending explosion, I lifted Jan off of me. My cock bounced against my abdomen as she rose off of me. "New position," I grunted, and Jan grinned. 

She slithered to the floor and scissored her legs open, wide and inviting. I dropped down upon her without hesitation and Jan squealed as my cock butted up against her pussy. I found the right angle almost immediately and with a groan I hammered home once again. Jan gasped and humped herself up against me. Her strong thighs wrapped around my waist and her calves pressed against my ass, urging me on. "Of fuck," Jan gasped. "That's it, Matty, that's it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." 

So I did. I hammered into her again and again. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her hips hitching up against me with each of my thrusts. "Aunt Jan," I breathed. My cock throbbed inside her, a steady beat that mirrored the pounding of my heart. "Aunt Jan, why?"




Hat Trick Ch. 02



She grinned up at me, blonde hair plastered to her sweaty forehead, her magnificent chest rising and falling as she gasped for air. "I like to fuck," she coughed out. "I've found a taste for younger men, too." Her head dropped back and her eyes rolled up as she gritted her teeth and her body stiffened and shuddered beneath me. "God. Oh God," she squeaked out as she climaxed beneath me.

"That's the spot," she gasped as she looked me in the eyes. "Only one other man has been able to find that spot before, Matty." Little tremors shook her plush frame as another climax began to crest. "Not surprising that you did it too." She started to smile again, but it turned into an almost rictus grin as she exploded again. Her pussy juice was drowning my cock as I pounded away at her. 

"Why is that?" I managed to squeeze out. Not that I really cared, but the thread of the conversation was keeping me from blasting my second load of the night. Aunt Jan had come twice, and I was going for the hat trick. 

"Oh, oh God," Jan moaned. There were tears of lust in her eyes. "Can you guess, Matty? Can you guess who I've been fucking for the last year and a half?"

I shook my head, my sweat dripping from my forehead and splashing on her prodigious chest. Her nipples scraped against my chest.

"Not even a guess?" she gasped. "A wild guess, for a woman who would fuck her own sister's son, her nephew?"

I shook my head again. "I don't --" Her inner muscles gripped me and I couldn't complete the thought.

"Your cousin, Matty. I've been fucking my son Bill." She paused, thrusting up at me. "And his wife!" With that, she came a third time, thrashing and moaning beneath me as her orgasm exploded within her. I came with her, my mind boggling with visions of Aunt Jan bending over for my nerdy cousin William and his pneumatic wife Karen. And I thought of Ashley, and my own mother, and I couldn't stop the inevitable flood. My cock lurched and spat its precious load into Jan's heated, liquid core. I throbbed and squirted splatter after splatter of hot white cum into her depths. Jan shivered and thrashed beneath me, jumping a little as each spurt of jism cascaded into her womb. 

At last it was over, and we lay together in a sweaty, sticky heap upon the living room floor. Jan gripped me by the sides of my head and kissed me deeply.

"What the hell is going on here?!" My mother's voice split the air like a whip crack, shattering the post-coital reverie. I rolled off of Jan as if burned, trying ineffectually to cover my nudity. Jan was more phlegmatic. She simply stretched languorously on the floor, my cum leaking out of her pussy onto her golden thighs. 

Mom stood by the front door, thunderstruck. Her cheeks were flushed and the rest of her skin was bone white. I should have expected her to come home at some point, but I'd let my hormones get away from me. And I hadn't noticed her come into the house. 

Jan smiled up at Mom like the cat that ate the canary. "Took you long enough, Steph. I expected you home a while ago."

"You - you - you -" Mom stuttered, pointing an angry finger at her sister. That's when I noticed that the front door was closed. Which meant Mom had taken the time to shut it, even while Jan and I were humping our way across the floor. Just how long had she stood there? What had she seen? And why was my cock beginning to stiffen again? 



Hat Trick Ch. 03



An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks. I apologize for the delay and thank everyone for their continued encouragement.

*

My life had certainly taken an odd turn. Not that I was complaining about the oddness, other than a bit of residual guilt over the whole thing. But with each passing day and each new encounter, that guilt faded more and more. 

First, I fucked my busty, redheaded sister Ashley. Then my beautiful, long-legged Aunt Jan came to visit my mother and I, and I ended up fucking Jan too. Then Mom returned home. . . and that's where this chapter of the tale picks up.

My freshly fucked aunt laid spread out on the living room floor, her lithe bronzed body glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her large, pink nippled breasts rose with each ragged breath she took. She opened her legs wide, baring her pussy. Droplets of my sperm leaked out on to the rug. Jan's full lips turned up into a self-satisfied smirk. 

My mother stood in the room, halfway between the couch and the front door. Despite finding her son and her sister fucking on the living room floor, she had taken the time to close the door and step into the room before raising her voice and demanding to know what was going on. Beneath her blonde, slightly curled bob her face was pale except for two spots of color on her cheeks. Her blue eyes blazed with anger and disbelief. Her full lips were parted, though, and looked moist.

As for my part, I had quickly retreated from Jan when Mom accosted us. I was just as naked as Jan, our clothes scattered across the floor by the couch, and though my dick should have been shrinking in shame, it stayed as hard and long as it had while fucking Jan. My aunt's smirk may have had something to do with it. Or maybe it was her mid-coitus declaration of fucking her own son, my cousin William. 

Having fucked Ashley, and now Jan, I couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to have Mom. I think Jan was entertaining similar thoughts, too. Before we tore one another's clothes off and fucked across the living room like a couple of animals, Jan had described a scene eerily like this one, involving the two Jorgensen girls and a football player when the three of them were in high school. 

Mom spared barely a glance at my nudity as she slowly walked across the floor towards her sister. Jan dipped a finger between her legs and came up with a dollop of sperm which she then licked off with a swipe of her pink tongue. That stopped Mom cold. "Welcome home, Steph," Jan said.

"You. . . bitch," Mom seethed. 

Jan slowly stood up, stretching languorously as she did. Her heavy tits bobbed deliciously, nipples still hard. Her pussy lips remained enflamed, and a mixture of our fluids began to drip down her thighs. Jan approached Mom slowly. "What's wrong, dear sister - upset that I got him first? He is the spitting image of Greg, and I know it's been a while for you."

Mom's hand flew at Jan's head, but the taller Jorgensen girl caught Mom's wrist easily. Mom didn't struggle much. Her blue eyes shot daggers at her younger sister, but she seemed almost frozen in place, save for the constricting of her imprisoned hand into a claw. "How could you?" Mom managed to say.

Jan didn't answer at first. Her smirk had finally faded, and she looked at Mom seriously. She leaned into Mom, her nude breasts pressing against Mom's clothed but no less impressive bust, her lips almost brushing Mom's flushed cheek. Mom was shaking now, no longer quite as angry. She didn't pull away from Jan, though she easily could have. Instead she stood there while Jan breathed her in, eyes half lidded, moist lips parted. Something wordless passed between the sisters, something I didn't quite understand and could never analyze. But the next moment Jan was pressing her lips against Mom's, and the two of them were sharing the most passionate kiss I had ever witnessed. Both closed their eyes and leaned into one another, lips and tongues working against one another, breath heaving from their flared nostrils. 

Even as they kissed, Jan moved Mom's hand slowly but assuredly downward and between them. I saw Mom's fingers disappear between Jan's legs and I couldn't contain a gasp. Their kiss finally broke and the two women turned to look at me. Mom's expression was a little shocked and uncertain, as if she had momentarily forgotten my presence, but Jan wore a mask of lust that I was beginning to find familiar. I noticed that Mom's hand hadn't stopped moving.

"He shouldn't," Mom started to say, but stopped as Jan placed a hand on her cheek and forced Mom's attention back to her. Jan kissed her again and then placed her hands on Mom's shoulders and gently forced her downward. Mom wavered for a moment and then slowly dropped to her knees. She kissed Jan's exposed flesh as she did, nipping at her breasts and licking her belly. Then Jan was pressing Mom's head against her pussy. And Mom went at it. Jan's mouth dropped open and the muscles in her legs bunched. She threw her head back and moaned, her huge tits bouncing. 

My heart thundered in my chest and my cock stood up straight and proud from the thatch of curls between my legs, harder and bigger than it had ever been before. Even after everything, being inside Ashley, feeling Aunt Jan's lips on my cock, this was the most insanely erotic thing I had ever experienced. My mother, straitlaced Stephanie Poole, was eating her son's semen out of her sister's pussy. I let the pillow drop to the floor and began to creep closer to the action. 

The two of them barely noticed my approach. Mom's hands came up and gripped Jan's springy ass, kneading her buttcheeks. Jan's hands pressed against the back of Mom's head, pushing her face harder against Jan's weeping pussy. My aunt's bronzed, Amazonian body hunched over as her lush frame shook with pleasure. Mom moaned, a low hum that was almost lost beneath Jan's gasps and cries. 

I stood to Jan's left and slowly stroked my engorged cock. I couldn't help myself. Out of the corner of her eye, Jan finally noticed me. She smiled lustily and blew me a kiss. Then her face contorted in pleasure and she gripped the back of Mom's head tightly enough to muffle Mom's moaning. 

Mom came up for air. Her blue eyes looked glassy, and her full lips and cheeks were slick with juices. "I'd almost forgotten," she gasped, "what a man's seed tastes like."

Jan laughed. "You haven't forgotten how to please your little sister, that's for sure." She cupped Mom's chin and teased her lips with her thumb. Mom gave a playful suck on the digit, eliciting another chuckle from Jan. "But if you really want to taste a man, why not take it from the source?" With that, she gently turned Mom's head, forcing her to look at me.

I couldn't speak. My heart was pounding too fast, my cock throbbed with each beat, and breathing was growing difficult. I felt my dick swell even larger in my hand, and a dollop of precum dripped from the head on to the carpet. 

Mom had that look of shock and uncertainty again, but her lips parted and her delicate pink tongue swept out to lick them. I jetted another dollop of precum, and Mom made this weird nose. Something between a moan and a cry. "Oh God," she said, "I want to Janine, but he's my son. My son!"

"That's what makes it all the sweeter, Stephie," Jan whispered. "Forbidden fruit. Taboo sex. It makes it better, more raw, more mind-blowing. Think of all the times we've done it - and we're sisters! Think about it, Steph. Look at that beautiful cock bobbing in front of you. Think about tasting it. Think about it driving into you. Think about your own son, your flesh and blood, back inside you where he belongs, hammering away, filling you up like you've never been filled before, like you so desperately need to be."

Mom pushed Jan away with a wordless cry and launched herself at me. She didn't look at me, her attention focused on my throbbing meat. I watched, dumbfounded, consumed with maddening lust, as Mom's plush lips pressed against the spongy head of my cock. Her lips parted and the head disappeared between them, into her warm, wet mouth. I felt her pliant tongue caress me, undulated against me, taste the precum dripping from my pisshole. 

I threw my head back and gasped. It was so intense. Too intense. My blonde, beautiful, big-titted Mom on her knees in our living room, my cockhead held gently but firmly between her lips as she licked and nibbled and sucked. I looked down and nothing had changed. She was still there, my Mom. Stephanie Amelia Jorgensen-Poole, 42-year-old mother of two, 5'11" tall, 148 lbs., blonde hair and blue eyes, voluptuous hourglass figure. 

Mom. 

Slowly she swallowed me. Slowly my nine inch prick eased into her mouth. Mom's cheeks hollowed as she devoured me, sucked me up, slurped my shuddering length. Saliva and precum stained her lips and my prick, dripped onto my aching balls. Inch by delicious inch my cock sank into her mouth, until her lips pressed against my belly and my cockhead slid into her throat. Then, nostrils flaring, she swept upwards, sucking in a deep breath through her nose, keeping the head of my dick imprisoned in her sweet, wet, wonderful mouth. 

Aunt Jan knelt down behind Mom and began to unbutton Mom's shirt. As Mom sucked on her son, her sister pealed her clothes off of her. Mom shifted here and there to accommodate Janine's movements. She released me briefly so Jan could tug her jeans off her long legs, momentarily catching them on Mom's plush backside. In that moment, Mom looked up into my eyes for the first time since entering the room. I saw regret there, and a healthy dose of lust, but above all the deep and abiding love she had for me. 

Then she returned my cock, now clad only in a utilitarian white bra that barely contained her heaving tanks and a matching pair of white panties. I looked down at the acre of cleavage revealed and felt the first stirrings of orgasm at the base of my cock. Mom felt it too and redoubled her efforts, sucking more fiercely, practically fucking my cock with her mouth. Jan nibbled on Mom's earlobe and unsnapped Mom's bra casually, then tugged the garment free. Mom's huge, gorgeous, marvelous breasts were bared to my gaze. They were larger than Jan's, or even Ashley's, plush and full, milky white with large pink nipples that looked as thick as pencil erasers. Jan cupped Mom's prodigious mammaries and lifted them up, almost as if offering them to me, her fingers pinching and tugging on Mom's engorged nipples. 

My orgasm crested almost immediately. I felt the charge build at the base of my cock, felt it rage in the sweet prison of my own mother's mouth, and then I spasmed uncontrollably as thick spurts of white cum rocketed from my cock, spraying across Mom's acrobatic tongue and down her throat. Her eyes snapped open as the first jet erupted and she loosed a low moan. She released most of my cock from her mouth, letting only the convulsing, too-sensitive head remain trapped between her lips as I spent my precious load. Again and again I sprayed, and Mom swallowed every drop, sucking me dry, her throat working quickly to keep up with the sheer amount of semen I was pumping into her mouth. I didn't know where it was coming from, but it wouldn't stop. Finally Mom had to completely let me free, just so she could breath, and I ejaculated a ribbon of jism across her lips and cheek. She aimed me away from her face, towards her heaving bosom, and I jetted a dozen blasts across her perfect tits before I was finished. 

I dropped to my knees on the floor, gasping for breath, my mind a whirl of strange thoughts and emotions. My own mother had given me the blowjob of a lifetime. Even after all I'd already done, my mind still felt blown.

Jan smeared my cum across Mom's tits and then scooped up drops and licked them from her fingers. Mom swept a pink tongue across her sperm-stained lips and grabbed hold of Jan's hand so she could clean my jism from her sister's digits. Jan moaned and then twisted her Amazonian frame around Mom. Jan's head dropped to Mom's tits and her tongue flashed out, as she continued to clean up my mess. 

I looked Mom in the eye over Jan's bobbing head. The guilt was gone from her brilliant blue orbs, but the lust and the love remained. "Thank you, baby," Mom said, "for giving your dear old mother such a treat."

"I should be thanking you," I told her when I found my breath. "That was amazing, Mom."

"I'll say," Jan agreed, looking up briefly from her ministrations. Mom quickly pressed Jan's head back into her tits, eliciting a throaty giggle from my aunt.

"Can you come like that again, Matty?" Mom asked breathlessly. "Can your big dick get hard for mommy again?" She pushed Jan aside and slowly rose to her feet, towering over me where I sat on the floor. The wet spot spreading across the front of her modest white panties was unmistakable. "Can you finish what you two have started?"

I didn't have to look between my own legs to know the answer to that one. I was still hard, even after that blowjob. I wasn't sure I'd ever be soft again. "Mom," I said, putting my feet under me and rising beside her, "I am going to fuck you unconscious." 

Mom smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear. Let's go to the bedroom, though. It will be more comfortable there." She looked down at Jan, who wore a bemused expression on her face, sitting at the feet of her older sister. "You can come too, Jan. You can even join in, if you want, but for the rest of the night that cock belongs to me and only me. Got that?"

Jan grinned. "Sure thing, sis."

Then Mom did something I wasn't prepared for. She put her hands on my shoulders and tilted her head up to kiss me. Hard. Her lips pressed against mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth and wrestled with mine. She tasted faintly of my own cum, but the ferocity of her assault kept me from noticing that until after she let me go. She looked up at me with shiny eyes. "Oh God," she whispered, "this is so wrong. But I can't help myself."

"I don't want to help myself," I told her. "I want this, Mom. I want this so bad."

"Me too, baby. Me too." She took my hand and led me out of the living room, up the stairs, towards her bedroom. 

Jan padded along behind us. She whistled low, and I looked back sharply at her. "Didn't get a good look at your backside before, Matty," she said. "I like what I see."

I winked. "You have a great ass, too Aunt Jan."

She slapped me lightly on my rear. "You say the sweetest things, nephew."

Then we were in Mom's bedroom. She flipped the lights on as we entered, and slowly but insistently tugged me in the direction of the plus king-sized bed. I went willingly, grinning as I once again checked out my gorgeous mother's nearly naked body. Her tits still glistened with my spend, and they bobbed and jiggled enticingly with each movement. I felt hands on my back and then I tumbled forward onto the bed. I heard Jan's tinkling laugh.

"Don't damage the merchandise, sis," Mom ordered. 

"He's a big boy. Certainly he can handle a couple of horny old broads like us without complaint."

I flipped over onto my back and scooted further up the bed. It creaked under me, and my engorged cock bounced against my stomach. It was almost painful, how hard I was. I needed to fuck someone. But first...

I reached up and took my mother by the hand. She joined me on the bed, straddling my hips and thrusting her tits in my face. I nuzzled between her full globes, kissed and nibbled and licked. I found her nipples and teased them with teeth and lips and tongue. Mom moaned. Her hands gripped the back of my head and urged me on, pressing her ripe titflesh into my face. The bed creaked, and another set of phenomenal breasts rubbed up against me from behind. I turned my head and bestowed some kisses upon Jan's bronzed mammaries as well. She giggled and reached down to grip the base of my cock with one long fingered hand and began to jack me off. Very slowly. 

"Take those off, Mom," I grunted. "I want to see you."

Mom moaned again, a deeper, richer, more perverse sound this time. She slid off my lap and stood up beside the bed. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and peeled them off. They came free with a slight sucking sound, and finally my Mom's beautiful pink pussy was revealed. A small, neatly trimmed thatch of blonde hair decorated her mound, and beneath that were her engorged lips. They were slightly parted, showing both the enflamed nubbin of her clit and the bright pink internal folds that glistened with Mom's copious pre-coital fluids. 

"Guh," I said as Jan continued to slowly wank me. 

Mom smiled. "Like what you see, baby?" 

"Silly question," Jan smirked. "I think he grew another inch just now."

"I don't like it, Mom," I said, finding my voice. "I love it. I love you. You're so... fucking... hot."

"So are you, son." Mom's voice was a sultry whisper. She moved to straddle me once more, but I stopped her gently, gripping her trim waist with my hands. I picked her up, grunting with the effort, and maneuvered the both of us around on the bed so that Mom lay lengthwise across it, between Jan and I, with Jan near her head and me at her waist. Mom squealed and squirmed deliciously as I did so, and once she was spread out across the bed, she looked down at me and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to inspect the goods," I said, "before I sink my cock between your legs. Y'know, get a feel for the territory, maybe a taste." I grinned.

"Oh," Mom said. Then, "Ohhhh." She laughed and nodded. "Carry on."

I placed my palm against her mound and extended two fingers to brace her netherlips. I caressed and squeezed them lightly and brushed her clit with the pad of my thumb. Mom squirmed again, but whatever sounds she made were muffled. I spared a glance at the other end of the bed and found the sisters tongue wrestling again. Jan cupped Mom's tits and teased her nipples, while Mom had snaked a hand down between Jan's scrumptious thighs and toyed with my sexy aunt's weeping pussy. Which reminded me, Mom demanded my attention.

I parted her pussy lips with my index and middle fingers and teased her folds, bending the index back as the middle finger sank into her. I bumped against some hard but faint ridges of flesh and Mom's pussy humped against my hand. I teased and caressed, slowly pumping my finger in and out of her pussy. My fingers squelched with each movement, and Mom's sweet fluids dripped down my hand and onto the bed. I drew my hand out and flicked at her clit with the pad of my finger. Mom broke away from Jan's kiss and cried out breathlessly. "Oh God! Oh fuck!"

She was ready, I decided. Well, she had been ready for quite a while, but it never hurts to prolong the teasing stage a little bit. I shifted around on the bed so I was bending down between Mom's legs, my head between her perfect thighs. I trailed kisses along those thighs and dragged my tongue along them, feeling her muscles bunch and expand under my lips. Then I moved in on the main course. I dipped my head and licked along her fragrant, weeping gash. I tasted her delicious juices and decided I liked it. My head dropped lower and my tongue sank into her folds, swiping and swishing across her sensitive flesh. I had to grip Mom's thighs and waist to keep her from thrashing beneath me. 

I looked up, past her smooth belly and between the large mounds on her chest. Mom's face was constricted with lust, red faced and panting, her eyes screwed shut and lips parted as she breathed through her teeth. Then Jan's head obstructed my view as my aunt fastened her lips around one of Mom's nipples and began to gently nibble and suck. Mom threw her head back and cried out lustily. 




Hat Trick Ch. 03



I slurped and sucked at her pussy. I lashed at her clit with my tongue, and then fastened my lips around it and began to suck. Hard. Mom's pussy mound thrust up against my mouth and chin. My nose sank into her blonde bush, her juices stained my chin. I lashed at her with my tongue, thrusting the tip of it against the nubbin of her clit. Mom's hands pressed on the back of my head, pushing me into her weeping pussy. I drank up her juices, slurping and licking. Mom thrashed beneath me, gasping for air and crying up. Above me, Aunt Jan swirled her own tongue around Mom's tits, suckling at her nipples. 

I slurped and sucked away at her beautiful pussy until she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me away. "Time to be inside me, baby," Mom ordered breathlessly. I gently disengaged myself from Mom's pussy, licked my lips, and levered myself up over Mom. My cock throbbed and squirted a dollop of precum onto Mom's belly. She looked at me through lust-glazed eyes as Jan chewed on Mom's nipples. "That is a very big cock, baby," Mom gasped out. "Fuck me."

I did what every good boy should do. I did what my mother told me to do.

The head of my cock nudged against the lips of Mom's pussy. She spread her legs wider and opened herself up even further. I sank into her smoothly, easily, effortlessly. Her pussy gripped and coaxed me as I slid home. I hit rock bottom and my balls bounced against her plush ass. She had taken all nine inches in one smooth movement, swallowing me whole as if she had been made to fit her (or perhaps I had been made to fit her). Mom's eyes rolled back in her head and she bit down on her lower lip, breath coming in quick gasps. Jan pulled away from Mom's tit and shifted herself around on the bed to press her gorgeous, well-muscled frame against my back.

Mom's eyes refocused on me. She had that look, the look I'd seen on a number of women, including my sister Ashley, but never expected to see on my own mother's face. The look that said, "No one has ever been this hard and deep and good before." Jan hadn't given me the look, but maybe she saved that for my cousin Bill. 

"I'm inside you, Mom," I said with a groan. I felt her pussy clench around my rod in agreement. Words seemed to have failed her. Jan's hands snaked around my waist and caressed my abdomen. Her full breasts flattened against my back.

"Fuck your mother, Matt," Jan whispered into my ear. In silent echo my mother humped her hips up against me, trying to suck me deeper still. I groaned again and once more did as I was told. I thrust my own hips hard into Mom, felt her writhe beneath me instantly as my cockhead seemed to flatten against the roof of her womb. Fuck, she was tight. And slick. Wet, warm, perfect. Aunt Jan's damp, bare pussy bumped against my ass as I flexed and pounded into Mom again. It felt so good I did it again and again and again. At first I was awkward, eager and quick, as if this was my first fuck ever, but soon enough I found the rhythm and Mom matched me thrust for thrust. 

I dropped my head and pressed my lips against the hollow of her throat, kissing it passionately. I went lower, mashed my head between Mom's massive tits. I tasted Mom's sweat and her sister's saliva, and added my own as I fastened my lips around a nipple and began to suckle roughly. My dick rammed home again and again, slamming into Mom with a speed and ferocity even I didn't know I had. Still, I had already cum a couple of times in quick succession, and knew my next release was a ways off. Not so Mom. Between my fingers, lips, and tongue, she had been on the verge of cumming even before I sank my cock into her, and it didn't take much from me to set her off. In less than a dozen strokes from me, Mom cried out, clamped down hard on me with her pussy, and gripped me hard with her thighs. She thrashed beneath me, making mewling noises and repeating my name over and over. I slowed my thrusts a bit but not entirely, riding through her orgasm with her, drawing it out. 

When her climax subsided, Mom collapsed back onto the bed, nearly spread-eagle. Her eyes were glassy, her hair matted to her brow. I twitched my cock inside her and Mom shuddered again. She looked up, almost disbelieving. "You didn't?" I gave her a jab this time and she gasped. "You've got. . . you've got to cum, Matt. . . I can't take much more of this. Can you cum for me?" She looked me directly in the eye. "Can you come for Mommy?"

I grinned and fucked into her. The brief amount of control Mom possessed collapsed, and she thrashed beneath me again, fucking her steaming hot pussy up onto my cock. Jan gripped me hard and began to nibble on my earlobe, blowing hot breaths into my ear.  

"Look at her," Jan whispered hotly to me. "Your own mother, hot for your cock. Look at how much she loves it, how much she needs it. Those huge tits bouncing with every thrust. Your mother is a slut for your cock, Matty. This is where you belong, inside her, fucking away at mommy's sweet, forbidden pussy. You've always wanted this, haven't you Matt? To have your big titted mom moaning like a whore while you pound her with that huge cock of yours? She's wanted it too. Trust me, it takes another mother to notice these things." Jan's tongue caressed my earlobe. "But now she needs you to finish inside her, she needs to feel your cock pulse and dump a load of your precious, delicious cum inside her. Fill her up, make her your cum slut forever. Can you do that, Matty? Cum in your mother?"

"Bitch," I seethed at Jan. I had wanted to last longer, give Mom a real long, much needed pussy pounding, but the effect of Mom's tight pussy and Jan's erotic talk took their toll on me. I jammed my cock deep into Mom and came. Hard. I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my cock as the charge built and built and built and then finally released. My cock expanded, thickened, and shuddered deep inside Mom's pussy. The first jet of cum splattered her insides and Mom came again, thrashing and moaning and twisting beneath me. Each time my cock surged and released another rope of jism, Mom's body shook in ecstasy. I roared as my orgasm crested, blasting streams of thick, viscous cum into my mother. And still I came. I grew lightheaded, even as Mom filled to overflowing, and our combined juices began to leak out of her and stream past my cock and balls. Jan's arms, wrapped around my waist, pulled hard and with a sucking sound my cock was yanked unceremoniously from Mom's gash, still jetting cum from the engorged tip. 

A thick rope sailed across her flat belly and splashed her right tit. But that was as far as it got. The rest of my cum splattered across Mom's belly, pussy, and thighs. Another dozen splashes at least, far more than I had ever cum before in my life or ever expected to again. I felt woozy, dehydrated, weakened. I didn't resist as Jan eased me down onto the bed. She pushed me aside gently and moved like a hungry tigress towards Mom's freshly fucked and unconscious looking body. But as Jan began to clean my semen from Mom's body with lips and tongue, Mom roused a bit. 

"Jesus Christ," she whispered, looking at me. "Who would have thought, my own son the best fuck of my life." Then Jan's lips found Mom's pussy and she gasped and looked away. "Save some for me!" she said indignantly.

I drifted off to sleep as my mom and aunt shared my cum between themselves. 

I awoke in the middle of the night, thirsty and disoriented. Beside me in the darkness of my mother's room, the sisters slept peacefully, nude and wrapped in one another's arms. I slid out of the bed, careful not to disturb them, and padded down to the kitchen. I took a gallon of water out of the fridge and guzzled from its neck. 

When I put the bottle away I realized I wasn't alone in the kitchen. Mom had joined me. She had put on an abbreviated and mostly see-through robe, something I'd never seen her wear before, and tip-toed quietly into the room. I made no move to cover my nudity and smiled welcomingly toward her in the light from the refrigerator. 

"How are you, baby?" she asked.

"I'm fine. You?"

She crossed her arms, giving her amazing tits prominence. "Conflicted," she admitted. "You've entered into a part of my life I thought long past, awakened passions I thought long dead. And engaged in acts that are entirely inappropriate and unnatural between a mother and son. And yet. . ."

"Yes?"

"I loved every second of it. And I can't wait to do it again. But I can't stand to see you hurt, Matty. I need to know that our relationship will survive this night, before we go any further."

I stepped toward my mother and took her in my arms. "Don't worry, Mom," I reassured her, "I love you. Maybe more than a son should love his mother, but I do love you. We'll be okay."

"Oh, honey, I love you too," she said. She put her arms around me and pressed her lips against mine and I knew everything was going to okay.

Naturally, Mom and Jan kept me busy the entirety of Jan's trip. Then it was just Mom and I solo. She doesn't want to give me up, and I for one have no desire to stray too far from between her thighs. I still haven't told her about Ashley, but she has to suspect something. Thanksgiving is on its way, and Ashley will be home to visit soon. And I've gotten used to having two women in my bed. . . wish me luck!