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Katy's Boobs

By: AddToWater



It was on the third night, with the image still fresh on the memory of her wearing that unbelievable black bikini, that I finally allowed my inhibitions to overtake my morals and achieve the ultimate goal of my life for at least the last five years: feel my cousin's boobs.

Okay, so you're saying to yourself one of two things: either this guy is a total pervert, or (even if you don't mind the act of mild incest) what's the big deal about copping a feel of a cousin's boob? Well, let me tell you a little something about Katy's boobs: they are the most magnificent objects on the face of the universe.

Wanna know more about my first cousin, Katy? Okay, set it up like this: she's just celebrated her 18th birthday, and one of her presents was a very provocative black bikini from...herself. Yes, she's a bit on the arrogant side, definitely on the selfish side, but when you have a body like hers, you can get away with murder, and it certainly killed me to look at her. Katy was small, but so wonderfully curvy. She was only a couple inches above five feet, and moving your lustful gaze up her little body, you had to admire the individual parts for what they were: tiny, even dainty little toes and feet, slender and supple calves, then firm, very athletic legs, all nicely baked to a golden tan from the summer sun these parts had been enjoying these last couple of months.

These parts? Oh, just one of the most picturesque quiet little mountain towns in the Western U.S., a wonderful escape from the cramped condo I shared with my parents in the big sweaty city half a state away. If you think I'm going to tell you the exact location so you can sneak a peek at my beautiful cousin, Katy, you're out of your mind!

Anyway, where were we...her legs? Those incredible legs I was describing were connected to a pair of hips that begged you to hold on and not let go until you were finished riding. With just the slightest cock of the hips, Katy could send her plentiful rounded ass into a position that would stop traffic if approaching from behind. In another state. But then things narrowed, narrowed dangerously to a waist that still enjoyed the benefits of a youth that could absorb calories without putting on an ounce of fat on a belly that remained flat and mesmerizing. Then up beyond a midsection where the ribs teasingly let themselves be known in only the slightest of impressions on the soft skin that allowed just the perfect amount of meat on her bones.

Then we come to the boobs.

Holy God, my dear reader, hang on for dear life. Katy's boobs were something that nature had allowed to develop beyond any sort of reason. Massive, enormous natural mountains sprang from the otherwise slender frame of my dear cousin. No doubt at this point, you expect me to give you specific measurements in inches and cup sizes, but given the fact that even with two hands you could certainly never hope to contain even a single bountiful breast, what bloody difference does it matter to say C, D, or whatever cup? Let's just say they were huge, colossal, and supremely ripe for the plucking. They bounced, they moved, and they giggled with liquid lusciousness at the slightest movement. They were the kind of cannons you know would become sad and pathetically sagging bowling balls when the poor lass turned 50. But now, at 18 plus a day or two, they simply defied gravity. They defied logic. They were perfection so profound, you simply wanted to cry like a baby and then suckle those monstrosities until your bladder exploded from all the milk they could potentially produce.

And all I could do, all I ever could do since those mountains had begun evolving five or six years ago, was stare. Stare and lust. And masturbate, of course. Whenever I came to visit my cousin's family for a few weeks each summer I usually went home slightly bent over, my crotch sore and my wrist fractured after capitalizing from the fresh images of Katy in a sweater...Katy in a tank top...Katy in a fucking potato sack! It didn't matter! This girl had fucking huge goddamned tits!

But as a cousin, it was all I could do: stare. And try not to get caught staring, though I knew she knew I was hooked, could hardly ever look her in the eye. Yes, I stared and wondered, and fantasized. And whacked off. Whacked my eager youthful cock until I could hardly produce another drop of sperm. Only then I could tolerate being in the room for with her for another day.

Then she put on that black bikini.

We were all gathered around the living room after dinner: me, my aunt and uncle, my cousin Jack and of course my cousin Katy. My aunt and uncle were in their forties. Jack was their older offspring, just short of his 21st birthday. My name's Tom, by the way. I was actually about two months older than Katy, so I too was still enjoying the strange sensation of being an "adult" at the ripe old age of 18. Yes, all of us seemed to have our birthdays one right after another. But it was Katy's 18th that started a downward spiral in to the uncontrollable tale of lust that I share with you today.

Lounging on the couch or floor, we were watching Katy open her presents with confident relish, for she was sensationally pleased this day could only be about her. She opened gifts of MP3 players, CDs, DVDs, jewelry, and lots of cloths. But it was the final gift, the gift from Katy to Katy, that scratched the proverbial record off the player: the black bikini.

Purposely saving the best for last, Katy said, "Oh, who is this from," then proceeded to unwrap a gift that none of the rest of us had recognized. When the skimpy little bottoms came out, I felt my jaw drop as I saw my dear aunt put a hand to her mouth and my uncle make that tsk-tsk-tsk sound. Katy could only smirk and giggle, pushing a stray lock of long auburn hair from her face and holding up the matching top...what little there was of it.

"This is lovely!" she exclaimed in a teasing tone. "I can't wait to try it on!"

I glanced at her brother, Jack, who was looking down awkwardly at his hands. Strange, although he was looking away from her he had the slightest mischievous grin at the corner of his lips. My aunt and uncle were exchanging a glance that only they could decipher, but if I were to guess it was one of supreme disappointment. I looked back at Katy, surprised to find that she was looking right at me. She winked. I gulped. And that's when she ran out of the room, clutching her new little suit. After an awkward silence, the rest of us chatted about other topics for a while since the present-opening was over. I fiddled with Katy's new MP3 player, jealous that it had a couple of new features mind didn't. And the whole time, we knew what was about to happen, this family and I, and sure enough, out she came.

My aunt, a prude and deeply religious woman, made a gasping sound. My uncle put an arm around her and tried to look away from the sexually arousing form that was his own daughter. Jack and I both stared openly now: my cousin Katy was clad only in the most delicious bikini anyone had ever known. The finishing touches, the detail that I knew would lead to my masturbatory activity tonight, were the little beaded ties at the side along the hips. To know that I had but to tug gently at one of those strings to let go the fabric and expose a healthy young woman's vagina was all it took to solidify my cock instantly.

After dancing around for a little bit, showing, off, Katy finally succumbed to her mother's pleading to go change back into something "normal." She did, and the rest of the evening went relatively uneventfully. Actually, the next two days did as well, save for my frequent trips to the bathroom to try and talk sense into my cock which had decided it would stay hard for hours on end. It was on that third night, when the thunder clap of a summer storm had startled me from an only half-dozing waking-dream state, that I decided I could take no more. I had to, simply had to, find a way to at least see, perhaps even feel, my little cousin's tits.

I remembered from past road trips that Katy had the uncanny ability to fall asleep at a moment's notice while managing to sleep through just about anything short of driving off a cliff once her eyes closed. One time, a year ago, I'd even caught her sleep-walking, which had totally freaked me out because I'd gotten up well before dawn to take a piss, and at that hour I hadn't bothered to close the door, and in walked little Katy, telling me calmly she needed to brush her teeth, all the while the sound of my urine had been splashing into the basin. Of course, my stream of piss promptly stopped as my erection formed at the mere sight of my cousin, clad only in a t-shirt and panties. But even in my sexual shock of seeing her like this I could not help but grin when I'd realized she was totally asleep, clumsily fumbling for her tooth brush. It was when she'd been about to squirt hair gel on it that I'd managed to push my boner back into my shorts and guide her gently back to her bed. When she'd finally settled back to deep sleep, I realized that there I was, staring down at my sleeping cousin, with the erection of the century threatening to rip my shorts in half. But then I'd done nothing.

NOW I was going to do something.

I was on a futon in my cousin Jack's room. I looked over toward where he slept on his double bed. In the dim, silver light of the moon that poked through a break in the clouds and through a window I saw his form dead asleep in a lump, his chest moving slightly up and down. I was at the far end of the room, opposite the door. Jack slept on the bed in the middle. As I slowly squirmed my way out from under my covers, I stared at him. The last thing I needed was for him to wake up or even stir. If he did, my reason for being awake and padding across the room could only be to use the bathroom, not to sneak in to his sister's room.

Jack remained asleep, and I padded along the floor, clad only in my boxer shorts. It was only a short distance across the hall to Katy's room. As I reached for her door knob, I froze. What the FUCK was I doing? But as I asked the question, I realized I'd played out similar scenarios in my head a thousand times, and suddenly the act became automatic. I was determined now, determined to see my cousin's breasts live and in person, truly and utterly naked for the first time.

With infinite care I turned the knob and opened the door. Slowly, slowly I pushed, desperate to keep anything from squeaking. After what seemed like twenty minutes but was perhaps only twenty seconds, I was stepping into the room, leaving the door just slightly ajar. To close it would mean the click of the latch. I turned to toward the bed and there she lay, asleep, peaceful, innocent...and oh so fucking sexy.

In a cute childlike way, Katy still preferred to sleep with a dim night light, and with my eyes well adjusted to the darkness, I could make out her form with relative ease. She was sleeping on her back, her massive chest moving slowly up an down, causing a peak in the sheets to rise up, rise down...rise up, rise down.... I was mesmerized, transfixed. I felt a strange coolness in my crotch, and glancing down I realized my erection had poked free through the slit in my boxers, now exposed to the night air. My erection, my cock...it was pointing in the direction I needed to go, and slowly, carefully, I moved forward toward her, toward the treasure that awaited.

When I got to the edge of Katy's bed, I kneeled down so my shoulders were just about even with the top of her mattress. And this is where it got scary. With trembling hands, I reached up and very, very carefully began to pull back the sheet and thin blanket that covered my cousin's chest. She never even stirred as I moved the bed cloths back, stopping at her waist. At this point, I encountered just one more barrier, Katy's shirt. She wore a thin t-shirt, no bra, and this was going to be the tricky part, getting that thing up and over her enormous boobs. If the material of her shirt had twisted around her body in the night, I would have to tug at it to get it up above her stomach and over her tits. That could wake her. Or would it? Remember, this girl could really snooze. Well, there was only one way to find out. I took a breath, reached for the hem around her soft belly and pulled gently upward. I managed a few inches, exposing just the very top of her panties and her little belly button. I could see the smooth texture of her tanned skin, licking my lips at the thought of seeing more, and—

A sudden noise from the hallway froze me. The noise itself was soft, muffled, but the abruptness of it felt like a dagger in my ear. I let go of Katy's shirt and listened desperately. Another sound...a floor board creaking? The house settling? Yes, certainly nothing more than the wind pushing along the side of the house—

No, there it was again, almost the same sound. Someone was moving in another part of the house. Holy shit. Right there in the hallway, it had to be. The hallway was very small, just a short passage that led from the living room to the bedrooms of Katy and Jack, their parents, and a little guest bathroom. I had about four seconds to decide whether to remain frozen or find somewhere to hide. For some reason I went for the hiding route and ducked under Katy's bed. But why would I do this? If anyone else was moving through the house, surely it was to go to the bathroom. Who would come into Katy's room at this hour? (Other than her perverted cousin, of course.)

I realized I was just as safe under Katy's bed as well as next to it, as long as I remained utterly silent, so I started to quietly shuffle back into the open when I saw Katy's door open! What? Who? The fuck?

From my hidden vantage point, I could see the bare feet of the new intruder. They were definitely male feet and I knew by simple deduction it had to be Katy's brother, Jack. But what the fuck was he doing here? Holy Christ, had he seen me walk out of his room? Was he looking for me to pound my fucking face in for actually thinking of invading the purity of his sleeping cousin? Well, if so, he was going about it in a strange way, because he was moving very slowly and carefully, just as I had been, clearly hoping not to wake anyone in the house.

He moved slowly across the room, and presently I found myself staring directly at Jack's bare feet, not six inches from my face, and it was apparent from the direction his feet were pointed, he was now facing Katy at the edge of her bed, exactly where I had been only moments ago. I was absolutely paralyzed with fear and shock and bewilderment. And suddenly the silence of the night was broken once again from the sound of Jack's whispering voice.

"Katy."

He shifted his feet a little, he was balancing as he leaned forward, over her. The bed shifted slightly, as if he had leaned a hand on the bed...or Katy! He whispered again, "Katy...baby, it's me."

Baby? Since when did a brother call his sister "baby?" Before I could even contemplate that, the next thing that happened shocked me even more: he lifted a foot and began crawling on the bed with her. Crawling on the bed with his sister! The asshole was crawling into bed with HIS SISTER, the cousin who's boobs I was about to feel up! This could not possibly be happening. But it was. And not only was it happening, the next thing I heard confirmed to me that this had been going on for some time: Katy's voice!

"Mmmm," she cooed softly. "How's my sweet big brother doing?" He didn't reply, but the bed sagged a little under their combined weight. I heard her voice again, "Oh, I'd say he's doing just fine. You're so hard and big."

Jack only grunted softly in reply, gasped too. Perhaps now he was feeling the chill in the room with his own exposed penis. I couldn't fucking believe this. Here I was, having tried to build up the courage to merely look at my sleeping cousin's tits, and her brother was bout to FUCK her!

Fuck her...he was going to fuck her...with me, their cousin, lying under their bed in his boxer shorts and hard-on. I was going to hear the whole thing. Indeed, there were now the distinctive sounds of kisses and caresses, of clothing and sheets being pushed off and aside to expose nakedness and genitalia, all the while Katy making that soft cooing sound that sent chills up my spine...and blood flowing into my loins. Instinctively I felt for my cock. I was now witnessing, even if just by sound, the most erotic thing I could have ever possibly imagined. How could I not get off on this? I had to get off on this! So I listened...

"I missed you the last couple of nights," Katy was saying. "It's been so lonely with you in the next room."

"I know," Jack whispered back. "With Tom staying with us, it's been hard to get away. I'm sorry I missed making you cum on your birthday."

What do you know? I was unknowingly throwing a damper on their incestuous fuck fests. It was only pure irony that Jack had picked this night to resume his nightly routine with his sister. Either he was so horny that he didn't bother checking to see whether I was actually sleeping on the futon, or he'd glanced over at the pile of blankets I'd left and had mistaken it for the shape of my sleeping body.

Katy giggled quietly, "That's okay. You'll just have to give me extra orgasms tonight. Think you'll last long enough this time?"

"Oh God, I hope so. But you're always so fucking tight, sis. And it's been a few days...."

She said, "You haven't jerked off once since we last fucked? Oh, my poor baby, he's going to pop too soon, I just know it."

"Yeah, I'm all built up."

Him and me both, I mused with open lust. Just the conversation they were having was enough to send me over the edge. I slowed the strokes I was giving my cock. And I reduced my grip from full fist to just my thumb and forefinger at the head. Just enough to keep me primed. I continued to listen with pleasure....

"There's a small problem," I heard Jack saying softly.

"Enough talk," she replied. "Just get down there and get me ready. You can talk again when you're inside me."

For the next several moments, I heard my cousin Katy croon and swoon and writhe on the bed. I heard muffled slurping sounds. Twice, the bed began to shutter, and Katy began to make little gasping noises. But each time, just as it seemed like she was building up to go over the edge of Orgasm Falls, her gasping subsided and the shuttering diminished. If Jack was eating his sister's pussy, which he certainly seemed to be doing, he was either not quite good enough to send her into climax, or the bastard was teasing the shit out of her. Whatever the case, I now realized that I was no longer satisfied with just hearing this most taboo of sexual escapades, I somehow had to see it! It was torture being mere inches from the sight of Katy's knees spread with a guy sucking her clit. Or trying to....

"It's okay, baby," she was saying softly. "Come back up here." Her tone had changed a little. My first thought was that she was tired from the gyrations of cunt sucking. No, not tired...disappointed? Yes, that was it. She had been ready to cum twice, but she'd been denied. So she said, "Come back up here. I want you in me now."

A little rustling on the bed and I heard him whisper, "The problem, baby, I need to tell you about."

"What is it, baby?" she was saying breathlessly. "Please, I need your fucking cock now!"

"Baby, the problem is I ran out of condoms. I promise I'll be careful—"

"Dammit, Jack, no!" There was a sudden shift of weight on the bed, as if she had pushed him away from her. He must've been ready to plunge in. She said in a hiss, "I can't believe you waited until this moment to tell me! I let you go down on me, and I'm so close to cumming that I'm desperate for your cock, and now you tell me this!"


Katy's Boobs Ch. 02



[Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of Katy's Boobs. The reader may wish to delve into the first chapter before continuing with Tom's adventures below. To those who have so warmly praised my writing debut on Literotica, I offer my most sincere thanks! --ATW]

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When I woke up late the next morning, everyone else was already up. I could hear them chattering in the kitchen over breakfast. Only then did I realize that I'd left my boxers in Katy's room....

A mixture of panic, amazement and all-out erotic lust flooded my being in that moment. What the FUCK had I done! My satiated, flaccid cock gave a gentle twitch to remind me it had REALLY enjoyed last night's adventure with my 18-year-old cousin. My heart began beating heavily with juvenile infatuation (after all, I was just over 18 myself) with a person I could never really be with. But my head kept both of these organs furiously in check and drove home a single overriding command: get your boxers back NOW.

I threw back the loosely quilted blanket and sheet covering me only to realize that I was, of course, still mother naked. A glance down at my crotch showed me a tangle of pubic hair, slightly crusted with the combined fluids of Katy's vagina and my cock, further proof that I had recently performed an unspeakable act. But the thing was, the real amazing thing was, I might actually get away with it if I could only get my boxers back.

I separated the quilt from the sheet and wrapped it around my waist lest any of my family members decide to make a sudden appearance. I crossed to the door of the room I shared with my older cousin, Jack, and peaked out, listening: sounds still stable, random conversation in the kitchen. It was only a couple of paces across the hall to Katy's bedroom door. It wasn't fully closed, and I gently pushed it open and looked around. Unlike last night, where a dim erotic glow had given just enough illumination for me to see the body of my gorgeous cousin while I fucked her, the room was now bathed in bright sunlight that poured in from an oversized window. Last night's summer storm had cleared, and I squinted in the brightness, quickly glancing around for my boxers.

Couldn't find them.

I looked under the bed, all over the floor...nothing. That meant they could only be within the tangles of Katy's sheets and blankets. I tried to tell myself that there was no way she'd seen them, otherwise I wouldn't have woken up on my own this morning; I would've been dragged forcibly out of bed in a fury by Katy herself, or her brother or father. No, they had to be here somewhere. So I clutched the quilt around me with one hand while feeling desperately around Katy's bed with the other. In a couple of places, I felt the dried splotches of semen, either from me or Jack I couldn't tell. Despite myself, I couldn't help but become slightly aroused at the sudden image of my cock spitting copious amounts of white sticky cum into my cousin's mouth...

Christ, the fucking boxers weren't here. They WEREN'T here! How the hell—

My panicked thought was interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the hallway and the voice of Katy herself saying, "I'll get him, Mom."

I spun around, nearly tripping over the length of the quilt and causing it to slip very low down my slender hips, and jumped into the hallway, barely getting to Jack's doorway before I heard Katy round the corner of the hallway and come to a halt less than three feet from me. And I was giving her a very clear view of my half-exposed ass while I tried to pull the quilt back up.

"Whoa, cuz, now there's a tan-line!"

Blushing, I turned to face her, the quilt now gripped firmly and more modestly around me. As we were already about halfway through the summer, I'd developed a pretty nice tan, except for my ass, of course, so I'm sure it glowed in all its pasty glory compared to my bronzed back.

I could only stare at her, my beautiful cousin Katy. I hadn't even begun to think about how I would act around her, let alone what I'd say, when I saw her this morning. And here I was, facing my orgasmic cousin in the flesh after a night of secret love. She was barefoot, wearing simple cotton shorts and an old, faded t-shirt. In fact, it was the same t-shirt she'd worn to bed last night. Obviously, upon waking, she'd simply slid the shirt down over her beautiful boobs, thrown on the shorts and padded right out to the kitchen for breakfast.

But somewhere in that waking time, she'd found my boxers!

Which was why I could only stare at her, realizing that if the Devil was to be paid, he would most likely collect right now. But instead of bellowing fire and brimstone at me, my cute little cousin giggled. She grinned and said, "A little drafty?"

I traced her bemused gaze to my midsection, where my hands clutched at the quilt. I discovered then that while I had the thing wrapped around me twice, the loose pattern of the quilting still exposed small patches of my skin, including what could or couldn't be bits of my genitalia. I looked back up at her, blushed terribly, and clutched my hands tighter around my crotch.

All I could stammer was, "Err..."

"Look," she said, "don't let me get in your way?"

"What?"

"You're obviously on your way to the bathroom, right?" She gestured toward the bathroom door behind her then stepped to the side. "Just get your little white butt to the breakfast table before Mom hunts you down."

"Err...okay," I said. Realizing I'd just been handed an escape route, I quickly shuffled past her toward the bathroom. As I was closing the door Katy said, "Oh, and Tom?" I looked at her. "You might want to wear a bit more than your blanket before sitting down to pancakes."

When the door closed, I let out a huge sigh of relief. My pulse returned to a more or less normal pace, and I realized other parts of me needed relief. I dropped the blanket to the floor and stepped over the toilet, needing to breath and relax for a few moments before my semi-erection would settle down enough to allow my urine to flow. Letting human biology do its thing, I reflected on the little exchange that'd just transpired. For the moment, I was still 100% in the clear. But for how long?

I knew now that Katy and her older brother, Jack, were regular fuck buddies. From the almost automatic get-to-the-point way in which they'd started their lovemaking last night, I could only assume they'd been this way for some time. They were quite comfortable with the fact that they weren't just having sex, they were having incestuous sex! With this in mind, I thought back over the last couple of weeks I'd been staying with them, then back even farther to a year ago when I'd been here last summer. I thought about all the times we'd been hanging out together, doing all the activities teenagers do when they're out of school, with no real responsibilities. For the life of me I couldn't recall a single moment where it would ever have even randomly occurred to me that the two of them were lovers. Whatever the circumstances were that had emboldened the two siblings to initiate their taboo actions, they had clearly come to an understanding that they would never EVER hint at the secret nature of their relationship. 

But that couldn't possibly apply to me! If Katy, upon finding my boxers, had realized that I was the one who'd fucked her that second time last night, not her brother, there could be no way she'd act so cool about it this morning. Even if she were in shock that she'd had my cock in her, how could she have been calm about it just now, even playful? I immediately dismissed the idea that she had actually enjoyed it. I mean, I know she'd enjoyed it physically (she'd cum at least twice) but what I mean is, she'd assumed it was her BROTHER, not me. She simply wouldn't have acted the way she had just now.

Conclusion: she didn't know it had been me the second time. For her, it was her brother again, back to give her the pleasure he'd been unable to give her the first time. And if this was true, then she could only assume the boxers were his.

The boxers were his!

I shook a drop of piss from my cock and flushed the toilet, a bit more confident than a few moments ago. I turned and grinned at myself in the mirror. It was a full-length mirror, and I looked at my body. I looked at the penis that had ejaculated into a beautiful girl's mouth only a few hours ago. "She thinks the boxers are his," I said to it cheerfully. 

After wrapping the quilt around me THREE times this time, I went back out and into Jack's room, changing into my own set of shorts and t-shirt at last. As I cruised through the house toward a hearty breakfast I suddenly had a strong and intoxicating thought: I'm going to fuck my cousin again!

When I got to the kitchen, my uncle Jerry had already left for work. A healthy and cheerful man in his middle-40s, Uncle Jerry was a civil engineer with the county, helping them figure out how to make curvy roads less curvy or something. My aunt, Ellen, looking remarkably younger than her 42 years, had once been in the real estate field, I think, but she'd been a homemaker ever since I could remember. Jerry and Ellen's relationship had a very 1950s feel to it, like that movie Pleasantville. It was refreshing to see in the fast-paced world of the 21st century, and I couldn't help but admire them both.

Aunt Ellen smiled at me and offered my choice of breakfast items: pancakes, eggs, bacon...refusing to slide anything less than three portions of each on my plate. I was never much of a breakfast person, but as a guest in the house I couldn't refuse. As she poured a tall glass of orange juice for me, Aunt Ellen said, "Jack told me to tell you he'd pick you up after work. He's off at two." Jack worked in a local video store, an easy part-time job before he moved back to his college town in the fall. I'd snagged a no-brainer part-time job in the grocery store, but I had the day off today. The two of us were to hook up and head to the river in the afternoon.

I shoveled a forkful of eggs into my mouth and nearly choked on them when Katy suddenly entered the kitchen, still wearing her little cotton shorts on bottom but now clad only in her tiny new black bikini on top. Well, almost clad—she was holding the string in back behind her. "Mom," she said, "can you tie this thing for me?"

Ellen glanced over her shoulder, giving a disapproving look at the bikini. She shrugged, her hands busy with flipping more pancakes. "Have Tom do it, dear."

I dropped my fork. Katy walked over to me without a second thought and turned her back to me. She released grasp of the strings then cupped the bikini to her boobs, but not before I got a very nice glance at the sides, almost to the nipple. I had to stifle a grin, because I now knew exactly what they looked like, what the felt like...

"Tom, what's up?"

I looked up, Katy was glancing back at me, annoyed. I'd been staring. "Sorry," I murmured and reached up to tie them.

"Don't hesitate to go nice and tight," Katy said. "Gotta keep the girls in place."

"Katy!" Aunt Ellen chided. She wasn't too fond of her daughter's frank talk in the presence of her nephew. She would only now be realizing that this nephew was tying his cousin's string.

"Oh, Mom," Katy huffed. "I got these babies from you, so you know what I go through every day! One false move and I'm spilling out for all the world to see!"

I glanced over at Ellen and actually saw her blush. It was true, like mother like daughter, Aunt Ellen had a massive pair of breasts. I'd always noticed them, I suppose, but my aunt was always much more modest in her dress code and her slightly thicker her body helped absorb the proportion of bust to body, much unlike Katy, who's slender frame could do nothing but shout to the world that her tits were HUGE.

"Which is precisely why I don't like your new bathing suit," Ellen was saying. "Clearly it was meant for a woman with smaller..." She glanced at me, then back to Katy, "Who are not as...developed."

I finished the knot and Katy said, "Thanks." She had nothing more to say to her mother at that moment, or me for that matter, so she went back down the hallway. I ate quietly for a few minutes, watching my aunt work in the kitchen. She had her back to me, and Katy's comment about getting her attributes from her mother caused me to re-evaluate the wholesome woman before me.

She was wearing a pair of jeans but also a long t-shirt, probably one of Jack's or Jerry's that hung down below her hips, diluting any possibly appealing curvature there. She was about Katy's size, perhaps an in or two taller, but still somewhat petite. I'd mentioned that her body was thicker than Katy's but that was not to suggest she was fat. After two kids and now in her 40s, it would be foolish and unrealistic to expect this woman to look like some plastic TV model. But this whole family led a pretty active life, and the frequent camping, hiking, biking and skiing trips helped this wonderful woman put up a valiant fight against age. In fact, as I now examined her physical appearance with a more open-minded and objective way, I began to separate the "old Aunt Ellen" image from the remarkably attractive mature woman who could still serve well to someone's sexual appetite.

God, what was happening to me? Now that I'd fucked my cousin and had gotten away with it, I was feeling like the cock of the walk. It was as if I could do anything now. I had but to will it, and the flesh would follow!

Speaking of flesh, Katy was coming back through the kitchen, sporting a pink little tank top to cover her bikini and match her shorts. "I'll be at Shelly's, Mom," she said. She glanced casually at me, "Later."

"Will you be back for dinner?" Ellen asked.

"Doubt it. But I'll call." And with that, she was out the door, leaving just me and Aunt Ellen alone in the house.

I helped my aunt clean up after breakfast. While we tag-teamed on washing and rinsing the dishes, she said, "Do you still have a crush on Shelly?" I nearly dropped a dish, blushing, and Ellen smiled. "Wasn't she the one you liked last year?"

I smiled back. In fact, I'd been obsessed with only my cousin Katy for as long as I could remember coming up here, but of course that could only be a secret crush. So to appear more or less as normal as I could, I allowed my more overt attention to land on Katy's best friend, Shelly. So far, however, I'd gotten no where with her. I finally nodded to my aunt. "Well, I guess so. She's cute."

"And she's sweet, too. She doesn't take after Katy. I wish that girl would become a little less self-absorbed, then she'd finally attracted a nice boy...like you."

This time the dish did drop, but only into soapy water, which splashed up on our shirts. I swallowed, "Like...me?"

Ellen was glancing down at the front of her shirt; water and suds had soaked the right front part. She was flicking off the bubbles. She said, "Yeah, like you. You know...friendly. Generous, and above all else, a gentleman."

I stared at her, and after a moment I realized she didn't mean it like I'd thought it. After you've had sex with a member of your own family, any random reference could be made to sound like the rest of the world knew exactly what you've been up to.

"Why, thank you, Aunt Ellen," I said at last, allowing my smile to return.

She smiled back at me. "I mean, just look here. You could've easily found an excuse to run off and leave your old aunt with the dishes and other chores, but without being asked here you are helping me out."

With honest modesty I glanced down from her gaze, and in doing so I was able to get a very nice look at my aunt's right boob, which had become outlined and opaquely visible under the thin white t-shirt as the water soaked in. Her nipple was hardening. I quickly glanced away. Christ, she had nice tits, too. How had I not noticed before?

Some gentleman.

I turned from the sink to find some more dishes, something to pull me from my aunt's proximity. When I did, I heard her say, "Oh my," and glancing back I saw her removing a rubber glove and covering her wet breast. She said, "I'll be right back, Tom."

"It's okay, Aunt Ellen, there's not much left. I'll take care of it."

She hurried down the hallway, and I fussed about the kitchen a bit longer, putting away the rest of the things. I was trying not to think about the fact that I now had several hours alone in the house with an aunt to whom I'd just become very sexually attracted. Puberty was in full swing now; it'd taken barely a thought and a glance at Ellen's large, rounded breast to get the blood flowing into my loins. And in a sudden flash, I had a new desire, though very much on a common theme as of late: I wanted to see Aunt Ellen's boobs.

The thing is, I would have to act right NOW if I wanted a glance at anything in the realm of taboo skin. I threw down the dish towel and padded as swiftly and quietly as possible through the living room and down the hallway. I'd developed an erection that almost became painful; I'd thrown on shorts this morning without underwear, so there was nothing to help keep my rod stable.

Within seconds I was in Jack's room and pulling his bed from the wall. I needed to create just enough of a crawl space to be able to get to the vent behind his headboard. On another visit, when Jack's room had been arranged a different way, I noticed the metal grating of a heating vent on the wall. This was an older house, which had an old boiler in the basement, and the house had been designed with vents in strategic places to allow heat to circulate up through them. Jack's wall on one side was also my aunt and uncle's wall on the other, and the vents were placed so that prying eyes could actually look through to the other side.

I didn't give myself much of a chance of success, nor did I think the view would be very good anyway. But it was worth a shot. I dropped down to the floor and pressed my face to the vent, angling my head up and down to get the best possible view through the slats. I had the feeling that was already too late; I mean, how long would it take a woman to simply change into a dry shirt—

But there she was. And holy shit, she was topless! I'd timed this perfectly. It was amazing. My aunt was standing in the room, looking at herself in the mirrored panel on her closet door. But she wasn't just standing there—she was feeling herself up!

Okay, after the initial shock of my sudden and successful view of my aunt's tits, I was able to analyze the scene a little more logically: she was standing there, wearing only her jeans. They actually had a nice fit, and I realized that Aunt Ellen's ass was pretty shapely, definitely more pronounced than her daughter's, but no less squeezable and yummy. My immediate angle had me looking up and directly at Ellen's back, for she was actually facing away from me. I was able to see her tits through the reflection. Returning to her back for a moment, I noted with pleasure that it was straight and tanned, just like her daughter's. But unlike Katy, Ellen wore more modest one-piece suits, so her tan line was a little more old-fashioned.

But those boobs. Those glorious mounds. Like mother like daughter indeed! Aunt Ellen had amazing breasts, even slightly larger than Katy's if that was possible. They were beginning to take on the sag that I knew would effect Katy in another 20 years, but I was certainly not complaining. And I watched as my aunt hefted them in her hands. But she was frowning at them, at herself. I heard her mumble.

"'Gotta keep these girls in place.'" Her tone was slightly mocking. She was quoting her daughter. "'I got these babies from you.'" She squeezed them again. She pinched her nipples. So help me she pinched them. "'Got these babies from you....'"

She groaned slightly, making little-girl pouting faces, obviously lost in the moment. Could she really be that jealous of Katy? She never seemed to approve of her daughter, who'd always rebelled against Aunt Ellen's more religiously-based manners and modesty. I was now seeing a new side of my aunt. I smiled at the irony of my pun: I was seeing a new, naked side of my aunt, to be sure, but I was also getting a glimpse at a more sinister spirit within the church-going housewife. The question was, could it possibly be me, her nephew, that was having an effect on her, or was this merely a momentary lapse in morals?




Katy's Boobs Ch. 02



"Did you splash water on me?" Aunt Ellen was saying to her reflection, with that teasingly breathless tone again. "I'm going to have to change my shirt, you naughty boy, Tom."

Nope, it was me.

My cock throbbed, reminding me that it had been hard for several minutes now, and how dare I not take the thing out and stroke it into some relief! It was as good an idea as any, and as I squirmed to slide my shorts down, I was stunned to see Aunt Ellen let go of her tits at last and begin to undo her own pants. I got a couple of fingers around the end of my cock and I pulled gently as I stared through the slats at my aunt shucking her jeans from first one leg, then the other. In doing so, she had to bend over, giving me a ripe, sensual view of her plump ass, clad in a pair of clean cotton panties. They weren't anything too sexy in and of themselves, and I wasn't surprised. In fact, I quite enjoyed it, seeing this Gemini of a vixen being revealed before my lustful eyes: the sinner saint, the spinster slut.

Unfortunately, she stopped short of sliding her panties off, too. Although she did rub herself a little, shuddering deliciously with each stroke, as if a chill had entered the room.

So here we were: my aunt lusting after me in her room, me lusting after her in mine. The question was, if I walked in that room right now, would there be an instant nightmare, or the ultimate wet dream? I feared the former above all else. I remembered some shrink on a talk show pointing out the fact that although many women had sexual fantasies about rape, they would never in a million years want to ACTUALLY get raped. It was most likely the case with Aunt Ellen: I will lust after my handsome little nephew, but I could never let him touch me.

Perhaps test was in order. Again, I would have to act swiftly, before logic could settle upon anyone's mind. With a stifled grown, I carefully stuffed my aching penis back into my shorts and pulled them back up. I snuck back into the hallway and down toward the kitchen. From that point, I called out, "Aunt Ellen, I'm gonna grab a quick shower!"

After a pause, I heard muffled from her closed door. "Okay."

As I had mentioned before, this was an older house, and although it had three bedrooms, it only had two bathrooms, and only one of those, the one in the middle of the house, had a full shower/tub. The smaller bathroom, where I'd pissed this morning, had a shower, but it was tiny and at the far end of the house, and the water took forever to get hot. As such, it was in the larger bathroom where all of us almost always took our showers or baths. It was at one end of the hallway and had a door on either end, so that if you wanted to get to the kitchen, you could either steer right and pass through the living room, or you could walk through one door of the bathroom, through the door on the other end, and then into the laundry room that led right to the kitchen. 

Early on in my visits, I discovered that it wasn't unusual for one to enter the bathroom for its usual uses but only close the hallway door since people rarely went into the laundry room. A couple of times, over the years, I'd been accidentally walked in on, and I'd accidentally walked in on others doing their business. Sadly, it was always either my uncle or Jack in these instances. In retrospect, it would've been nice to have walked in on Katy on the toilet, with her pants around her ankles, or her skirt bunched up around her waist....

Back to the task at hand, I went into the bathroom and closed and even locked the door from the hallway. I conveniently "forgot" about the far door that lead into the laundry room. The light was off in there, and it was easy to simply dismiss the fact that someone could circle around from the kitchen, pass through the laundry room and walk right into this bathroom...perfect.

I got the water going and stripped down. One whole wall above the sink area was mirror—lots of mirrors in this house—and I admired my body in all my horniness. I mean, what young stud hasn't gazed with pride at himself in the mirror while sporting a massive erection? I was hard and primed, very much pent up after watching my naked aunt. A dribble of precum glistened from the tip of my penis. I stroked myself, watching my body in profile. I knew I had a larger-than-average penis. I'd fucked two girls before Katy, and they always expressed surprise. And Katy herself had commented on it, thinking her brother had "seemed" to grow an extra inch or two....

Whoa, slow down, boy. Can't pop off too soon. Gotta stage a big test here. I let go of my cock and climbed into the shower. The sliding panels for the shower were glass, and although they steamed up quickly, it wasn't too hard to see who was in there if you were to stand there watching. I also kept the slider open just a crack so I could sneak peeks at the half-open door to the laundry room. All I could do now was wait...wash, and wait.

I lathered, rinsed and repeated twice before I finally caught movement at the doorway. I had to be careful, very careful. For me to pause and look would indicate awareness, so as I rotated casually under the jet of steaming water, I stole only quick glances. I had do to this a couple of times to confirm the truth: she was there. My aunt Ellen was there, in the doorway, watching me.

It appeared that she was still mostly in the laundry room, leaning just her head and a shoulder in, but growing braver and braver at my lack of awareness to her presence, and eventually leaning in a bit more. She had new clothes of, of course. Something red this time. I turned my face into the water and grinned with delight: Phase 1 was a success. It was now time for Phase 2....

With the water blasting into my chest, I leaned forward slightly and balanced by placing one hand up against the shower wall. With the other, I began stroking my cock again. I had actually grown somewhat flaccid with all the waiting and nervousness, so it took a minute or two to get fully hard again. It didn't really matter at this point, through the steamed-up glass, Aunt Ellen wouldn't really be able to tell my exact state of arousal, but the silhouette I was giving her, with my one hand moving up and down at my middle, gave an unmistakable image: her nephew jacking off in the shower.

I let out a couple of low moans—they certainly didn't have to be feigned at this point—and did my best to give a good, sensual show. A very careful glance through the very narrow opening of the slider confirmed for me that my aunt had now stepped almost fully inside the bathroom. To her vantage point, I was now lost in my own self-pleasuring, totally oblivious to anything else in the world.

So I stroked.

And as I stroked, it was time to initiate Phase 3: I moaned my aunt's name.

"Oh...oh, Aunt Ellen...don't call yourself...don't call yourself old. You're so...oh, you're so...beautiful."

I had to slow my stroking. Jesus, I was turning myself on too much. I didn't want to cum this fast. I actually released the tight grip I had on my cock and switched to simulated stroking for a little while. But I didn't let up my words.

"My god...Aunt Ellen...yes...please...stroke me...oh my god...I've always wanted you...please...."

Another covert glance through the opening. She had moved. She was leaning against the bathroom counter now, at the sink. I could now just make out that the red she was wearing had come all the way down. It was a dress, a red dress. But it suddenly became a short dress. She was pulling up the hem, then she was thrusting her own hand down those white panties of hers. I'm sure they were quite wet by now, as she thrust fingers into herself or rubbed her clit.

For my part, I had to be VERY careful about how I played with myself. This was so fucking erotic, so fucking wrong, that just the right squeeze would send my cum splashing across the shower. I just had to hold out a little longer, the final phase was almost upon us. It would all depend on whether or not I timed things just right in the next couple of minutes.

So with careful, mostly simulated stroking, I continued to moan and express verbally the fantasy I was creating for my dear aunt Ellen. I was able to watch her for longer and longer glimpses, because she was beginning to close her eyes a lot and throw her head back, furiously rubbing herself, timing the motions to my own strokes, feeling the heat of the moment precisely as I was. It was almost time to spring the trap.

"Aunt Ellen...oh, baby...my dear aunt...please keep stroking me...I can't take much more...I'm gonna...I'm gonna...fucking cum...I'm gonna fucking cum, Aunt Ellen...."

I got louder, and I began grunting. And I swear I could almost hear Aunt Ellen panting and breathing above the sound of the shower. She too was now totally and utterly lost in the passion of the moment. It was almost time, but the key to the whole thing relied on whether or not I could get her to—

"Cumming!" I grunted. "Holy Jesus I'm CUMMING, Aunt Ellen!"

And this time, so help me, I DID hear a gasp, and Aunt Ellen herself was cumming, but in reality I was NOT cumming but instead I was sliding the shower door open with a crashing bang, shocking my aunt to death in the midst of her own wracking orgasm, and before she could act I had jumped from the shower, my cock leading the way, and I was on her, grabbing her, tearing her hand from her soaked panties and then ripping those panties right off her in a single jerk.

"Tom! Tom, no!" she shouted. "Oh my god, NO!"

But it was too late for that. I had my aunt's ass now up fully on the counter, and her red dress was already pushed up beyond her waist, exposing her wet, bushy pussy in perfect alignment with my cock."

"Oh, Jesus, Tom, what are you—"

But the next sound to come out of her throat was a pure, clear, glass-shattering scream as I shoved with all my weight and penetrated my cock completely and to the hilt inside her contracting cunt. I didn't pull out, but I did give one or two more very strong thrusts to ensure that I was as deep as I could get and that there was no way on Earth she could slip off of me.

For a brief moment, we locked eyes, hers wide in shock, mine glaring with naked lust and determination. I could feel her pelvic bone against mine, her inner thighs sliding against my wet hips. I could taste her breath. My hair dripped and soaked the front of her dress. I glanced down and saw that her breasts bulged against the buttons running down the front. I had been gripping one of her legs and a hip, and keeping my body shoved hard against hers to hold her up, I took both hands and jerked harshly at the thin red fabric.

Ellen groaned and stifled another scream as plastic buttons flew and bounced throughout the bathroom, and there before me, now completely nude from the front, was my Aunt Ellen and her wonderfully colossal breasts. I squeezed one of them, using my other hand to grasp around her jaw and mouth, turning her back to face me with a jerk, because she had looked away in shame. Our eyes locked together again. Hers had become glazed with pure, unfiltered eroticism. Mine were determined, emboldened.

I thrusted.

She groaned. "Oh...my God....Tom..."

Thrusted.

"Tom..."

And thrusted again, faster now, moving into a regular rhythm of fucking. Strained, desperate gurgling noises bubbled up from my aunt's throat with each penetration of my penis deep into her pussy. Whether for or against our union she was now in it to the finish. For my part, I was once again on the verge of cumming. This was simply too erotic, too dirty, too hot, too wonderfully wrong and fucking unbelievable to last too long. But I wanted to last long enough, was desperate to last long enough to hopefully bring my beautiful aunt to another orgasm. An orgasm with me inside her. Not her husband, not her hand, but me, her 18-year-old nephew. The son of her sister.

I didn't have to wait long.

It seemed to begin in her toes, which curled up into balls as she slowly began to slide her legs up along my thrusting hips and across the small of my back, locking me in. Short, breathless gasps began emanating from her mouth. Her eyes screwed tightly shut, veins bulged in her neck, her nipples hardened into even tighter knobs, and with no more warning, I let out my own gasp as my aunt's long nails suddenly dug into my shoulders. Here eyes snapped open and as her entire body began to shake and vibrate beneath my body, and we once again locked gazes. We both knew what was happening.

Through her body language, her eyes, her grunts her contracting vagina, I knew that my aunt was now experiencing one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt. It was all too perfect, because with one final devastating thrust, I unleashed my seed deep, deep, devastatingly deep into her womb.

As one, aunt and nephew climaxed to such a degree that our mutual screams of pleasure reverberated throughout the bathroom, beyond the confines of the house, and echoed through the trees of the woodland that surrounded the property.

It seemed to last a solid minute. I lost count how many times I felt my scrotum contract and spit its sperm through my shaft. Whatever the count, it was enough to fill her completely and beyond, for as the last of my contractions of pleasure gripped my groin, I felt the warm combined fluids of our bodies ooze out from my aunt's labia and over my balls and her ass.

Finally, as we took a moment to breath and hold each other, Aunt Ellen broke her lustful gaze from mine and looked down at herself. I looked down too. Her breasts heaved and sparkled with shower water and sweat. Lower down her soft round stomach shuddered a couple more times as her own vaginal spasms continued. And further down, to where my stiff shaft was clearly and boldly poking deep inside that wonderful, tight pussy it had just fucked.

Looking down at the pool of cum forming between us on the counter, my aunt said softly, "Oh my God, Tom...oh my God..."

I breathed out through my teeth then leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "That was wonderful, Aunt Ellen...wonderful...."

She looked up at me again and smiled. "I have no words, my sweet Tom. None."

"I want to stay inside you for ever," I said. I truly meant it, at least in that moment. It was just so pure, so primal, to be standing here, my cock still inside my aunt, only just now beginning to soften.

"I know, baby," she cooed. "I know...but you must pull out. We shouldn't have done this, and you know it." She shifted her wait slightly on her buttocks, then winced. "Tom...you're so much...bigger than your uncle. It's...beginning to hurt a little...you must pull out of me."

We both groaned loudly as I slid, very slowly slid, my entire length from her vagina.

"Let me down, sweetie," she said.

I backed off a bit and gently helped her to settle back onto her own two feet. She gripped the hem of her skirt and held it up over her pussy, careful not to stain it with cum, but the back had slid along the pool, so it was too late. With a shrug, she dropped the ruined dress from her shoulders, and in that moment we were now standing before each other, completely naked to the world. Despite the powerful orgasm I'd just experienced, I felt my half-flaccid cock twitch.

"My dear boy," Ellen said softly, gazing up at me. "What have we done?" She leaned up and kissed my cheek, then brushed passed me and quickly went to the toilet, lifting the lid and sitting. "I'm sorry," she said, blushing. "I have to do this."

I watched with a strange sense of awe as my aunt urinated right before me. But at the same time, it seemed like we could now do ANYTHING in front of each other. We had crossed a line so bold, so previously impenetrable, that now it didn't seem to matter what we did. But there was a practical side to what she was doing, as she explained.

"Your uncle had a vasectomy shortly after Katy was born," she said over the sound of her urine splashing into the bowl. "I should never have let you ejacu—finish inside me."

I realized what she was getting at. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "No, it's okay. It's just that I've never had to be on birth control, not in eighteen years. There was no need, you see." She looked at my cock, then up to me, then back down at what she was doing. "I hope I was able to flush out most of it just now, but this of course is no guarantee." She stood slightly, wiped her vagina, then flushed the toilet. She was surprisingly calm, thinking clearly now. "I'll have to get a morning-after pill from the pharmacy. I just hope Mary isn't working there when I do; she knows me from church."

My aunt crossed over to me and we embraced. At six feet, I was much taller than her, the top of her head came only to about the middle of my chest. She turned her head and pressed her face against me. I placed kisses along the top of her head. It was strange, as much as I lusted after Katy, and as objectively as I had looked upon my aunt as almost a sexual experiment, I couldn't help but suddenly have feelings for her. I really and truly wanted something special to be happening between my aunt and me. It was a feeling I couldn't shake.

"I love you," I suddenly said.

She leaned back and then up at me. We kissed tenderly.

"I love you too," she said. "But...you know we cannot have this. Not like this."

I said nothing. It was true, of course. What was supposed to happen? How would we explain it to our family, to the world? An 18-year-old boy and his 42-year-old blood-related aunt do not just up and run off as lovers without leaving a path of devastation behind them.

But we did have one thing, we had this moment.

I said, "We at least have this," and hugged her tighter.

"We do," she said. "And I'm glad."

Another long moment, then Aunt Ellen spoke again, "Tom?"

"Yes?"

"Why did I find a pair of your boxers in Katy's room this morning?"



Katy's Boobs Ch. 03



"Why did I find a pair of your boxers in Katy's room this morning?"

The words reverberated gently off the walls of the bathroom. Although the woman who'd uttered them was standing right in front of me, her voice sounded distant, as if through a tunnel, because the blood was racing from my rapidly beating heart and into my ears.

I could only stare at her.

The woman who'd spoken those words was Ellen, who up until this morning had been my modest, kind, church-going aunt. But all that had changed because I had just fucked her on the counter of the bathroom, where a small mixture of our genital fluids still pooled. We were both still naked, my lovely Aunt Ellen, an athletic and surprisingly attractive woman in her early-forties, and me, Tom Lenovo, her lithe and horny 18-year-old nephew. Aunt Ellen had just finished squatting on the toilet, trying to purge as much of my semen out of her vagina as possible; the dull throbbing of my penis, finally flaccid again, reminded me that I had just given her a particularly huge, unprotected load.

We had hugged after, and we had caressed quite intimately. I'd even told her I loved her. It was a strange, illogical sensation, but I'd meant it. She'd told me she loved me too, but despite the fact that we'd just engaged in a most incestuous act, I sensed that those words used by her had been more affectionate, still the doting and generous aunt.

"Tom?"

I blinked. She was expecting an answer. I studied her face, which was still flushed and coated with tiny beads of sweat from the powerful orgasms I'd given her less than five minutes ago. Interestingly enough, she didn't appear angry or accusatory. The fact that she'd decided to wait until AFTER we'd fucked was also telling. Nevertheless, I needed more time to think, so I said the only quick response I could muster.

"Boxers?"

"Yes. Your underwear. I found them in Katy's bedroom this morning." Her tone was even, simply informing me. As if she was saying, "I put your socks in the drawer for you."

But again I played dumb: "My underwear?" I think I even managed a puzzled look, desperately hoping it was masking the true feeling of horror and fear of having been found out about what I had done to my 18-year-old cousin last night. Here I had been worried that Katy would somehow realize that the second cock that had been inside her last night had been me and not her brother, but instead my naked aunt was the one bringing this incestuous tryst into light.

Or was she?

Because shortly after I'd made my last response and put on the puzzled face, Aunt Ellen seemed to mirror it. She furrowed her brow slightly and studied my face. She said, "You mean, that wasn't your underwear, Tom?"

I didn't think I could pull off the actual word "no" and effectively lie out loud, so I continued to look very puzzled indeed, then managed to shake my head slightly.

Aunt Ellen's eyes went wide at that point. "Oh my!" She looked down, thinking hard about something. Despite her suddenly serious thought processes, I caught her gaze stop on my penis right as a random drip of freshly post-climactic semen fell from the tip to the floor. I don't know if she was aware of it, but when the drop hit the floor, she licked her lips. Then she looked up at me and said, "Oh, Tom, I think something terrible is happening."

I knew she wasn't talking about what we had just done; in fact, it seemed like the whole matter of nephew and aunt fucking each other was already behind her, though we were still standing nude in the bathroom. But I wasn't quite sure exactly what the "terrible" thing was she thought was happening.

"What's wrong, Aunt Ellen?" I asked stupidly.

She took a step closer to me and placed her hand lightly on my chest. She leaned close to me, and when she spoke, it was in a whisper, though we were alone in the house. "I think...I think Jack might be...doing something with Katy."

"Doing something?"

She nodded. "I think...well, those must have been Jack's boxers if they weren't yours."

Suddenly I realized where her thinking had detoured. In response to Aunt Ellen's original question about the boxers (which were, in fact, mine) I had issued the most childish of responses to an authority figure catching a child dead-to-rights. My aunt had asked why my boxers were in Katy's room, I had given a stupid reply, but despite million-to-one odds, my aunt immediately accepted that they were NOT my boxers. It was about the same level of cleverness as asking a five-year-old why he took a cookie from the jar only to hear the kid ask "what cookie" though the crumbs were on his mouth, hands and shirt.

But it was working!

Perhaps I had fucked her so hard she was still dizzy and clouded. But as long as I was about to get off scott-free, I was happy to ride it out. Here were the facts, twisted as they were: Jack was my 20-year-old cousin, Aunt Ellen's son and thus Katy's brother. Though the boxers were mine, clear evidence that I had indeed engaged in sexual misconduct with my own blood-related cousin, it was also true that Jack had fucked his own sister, and he had been fucking his own sister LONG before I'd gotten my turn.

I know, my good friend, that it sounds surreal. I know it sounds quite bazaar to worry about my aunt discovering that I had slept with her daughter when I'd just fucked HER, but there you go. That strange feeling of love and connection was still welling up inside my heart, and so soon into what I had hoped could be at least a somewhat developed relationship with my aunt, I just couldn't bear the thought of her thinking of me as just some walking erection happy to stick myself into whatever vagina was available, whether related by blood or not.

Since I was on a roll with the guise of playing the total dummy, I asked, "Why would Jack's underwear be in Katy's room?"

Aunt Ellen looked up at me. "I think they may be doing something...with each other."

"You sure he didn't just drop them there somehow, perhaps when he was taking a load of laundry down the hall? Or maybe they got mixed in with Katy's laundry somehow."

She frowned. "I don't know...." Her voice trailed off, lost in thought again, and she seemed to stare through my shoulder. My last remarks were finally a little more clever. I mean, it certainly made more sense—seemed more likely—that the boxers had found their way into Katy's rooms by means much more innocent than an incestuous encounter.

After a few moments, my aunt broke her reverie and allowed her eyes to travel downward again, along my chest, my abs and finally to my crotch. Staring at it, she said, "We should take a shower."

While I digested that sudden change in subject, she turned from me and crossed to the shower, reaching in to turn on the water. When she did, I got my first truly unobstructed and up-close view of her ass. As I could tell when I'd last seen it covered in modest panties, it certainly wasn't the tightest of asses, but it was shaped in a wonderfully round and fleshy way, flaring out nicely but not too much at the hips. Her creamy skin was very smooth, and though I knew the flesh of her ass to be soft, it was not flabby, and there was no cellulite that I could see. I was realizing more and more that for an older woman Aunt Ellen was in excellent shape. My cock realized it too, and it gave a twitch despite having ejaculated less than ten minutes ago.

With the hot water blasting into the shower for the second time in twenty minutes, she turned to face me. "Oh, Tommy." She was reacting to the fact that I was growing hard again, my penis now at about half-mast. She said, "Listen, sweetie, we really do need to just take a shower and get cleaned up. I'll need to get down to the drug store as soon as possible for a morning-after pill."

I stepped forward, moving close to her.

She put her hand on my chest again and said, "Tommy, you need to know we can't be lovers. We did what we did, it felt really good, and now you know what it's like to be with me, so I don't really mind you seeing me naked now. But if you can't control yourself, I'll have to go use the other shower down the hall."

"I'll be good, I promise."

"Sweetie, you're completely hard now."

I blushed. "I'm sorry. It's just reflexes. I'll behave."

"Okay, just try not to poke me in the back with that big thing."

We both chuckled, amazingly comfortable with each other now, and we stepped into the shower. My cock was now throbbing at its proximity to the pussy it had just fucked yet could not fuck again. But above all things I respected my dear aunt. If I could still be here in the shower with her and see her naked body a little while longer, then it was worth the case of blue-balls later on.

For several minutes, we managed to behave nicely. We took turns standing under the water and passing the soap and shampoo back and forth. Once or twice the head of my penis grazed her side or tummy, but I begged pardon and she gave it, as civil as if I'd brushed against her on a crowded bus. It was during this cleansing process that Aunt Ellen suddenly picked up right where she'd left off about Jack and Katy.

"No, I think there's something going on between them, Tom. I've seen other signs. The boxers just prove it further."

It was a tremendous relief for me to know my aunt's theory was still that I was not the one fucking Katy, Jack was. Ironically, even though I had indeed banged my cousin last night, it was only the one time, and I knew that she and her brother were long established secret lovers. So I was honestly curious to hear about other "signs" my aunt was seeing, and I asked what they were.

"There have been nights," she said, "when I heard movement in the hallway, at strange hours. I thought at first Jack was just getting up to use the bathroom, but the sounds didn't seem to make sense." She turned and rinsed shampoo from her long dark hair as she spoke, and my eyes went straight to her enormous breasts as water poured down them.

Her nipples were hard.

She went on, "I mean, I would hear him out there at, say, two in the morning, but either he was getting up for the bathroom again just thirty minutes later, or he had gone somewhere in the house and not returned for a half-hour."

She caught me staring at her breasts, and she smiled.

I asked, "Maybe he was making a sandwich."

"No, I know he wasn't. One time I checked the fridge and pantry to see signs of him rummaging for food. No signs of that. Plus, that would mean several midnight snacks a week, and Jack can't possibly be that hungry every night. Could you hand me the conditioner, darling? Oooh, you poked me again."

"Sorry."

"That's okay, sweetie." When I backed up a bit, she looked down at my erection. She licked her lips again absently before continuing: "Anyway, Jack's got a small TV in his room, so I don't think he was watching it in the living room."

As I lathered up my body with soap, I had to resist the urge to stroke myself a little, just to relieve some pressure. Being this close to my aunt in the shower and not being able to do anything about it was proving to be more difficult than I'd imagined. 

Trying to maintain composure, I swallowed a couple of times and said, "So, you're saying that Jack and Katy are involved...physically?" Wiping water from her eyes, my aunt nodded. I did my best to look amazed and surprised and said, "That's incredible."

"I know," she replied quietly, hard to hear over the sound of the water.

Still, I thought, weren't we the pots calling the kettles black?

She seemed to read my expression and shook her head. "I know...I know, it's completely hypocritical for me to have a problem with my two children having sex with each other when you and I are...well, we did what we did and we're here now in the shower together. It's just...I mean, I've heard of somewhat close relatives having relationships, even getting married, but never any closer than cousins." She reached up and caressed my face. "You and I aren't cousins...but more or less on the same level as aunt and nephew."

She took her hand away and looked down. Yes, my raging erection was still pointing at her, but she really seemed to be looking at her feet this time, and she continued, "The truth is, Tommy, I'm more bothered by the fact that I...I cheated on my husband than the fact that you are my nephew." She looked up again, her eyes somewhat pleading now. "But they are siblings, Tommy, siblings! That's just...it's just too close."

At this, she started to cry a little. Instinctively I stepped forward to give her a comforting embrace, but my hard penis poked into her belly and slid up between us as I went for the hug. I stopped with my arms halfway around her and leaned back, apologizing through gritted teeth because it had felt so fucking GOOD to press against her naked form again.

But my aunt suddenly pulled me toward her tightly, once again pressing my cock between our wet and naked bodies. She cried into my shoulder, "It's okay, Tommy, just please hold me, baby. Please hold me. I have to deal with this somehow, and I'm happy I can open up to you about this. Jerry would NEVER...oh God, he would freak out!"

I returned her hug tightly. I felt slightly guilty about the fact that I was experiencing such pleasure with my sexually aroused body pressing against my crying (but naked) aunt. I also loved her a great deal, and as good as this felt physically I felt equally compassionate about her dismay over what she believed her children to be doing with each other. It made me start to wonder what she would have thought had she been made to believe that it was me and only me sleeping with her daughter. I thought back to when she'd first asked me about the boxers, not thirty minutes ago. I had been horrified at the question, but I also remembered that she'd asked about it rather calmly. It wasn't until she'd begun to think they were actually Jack's boxers that she'd started to get upset. And just a few minutes ago, she clearly expressed a surprising casualness and even open acceptance of the possibility of relatives becoming intimate, so long as they weren't actual brother and sister.

I suddenly thought, My God, would Aunt Ellen actually have been okay with me, her nephew, having a relationship with her daughter, my cousin? For all I knew Katy didn't have the slightest romantic feelings for me whatsoever, but still, any possibility of such a thing would've had the blessing of my aunt! I had just thrown Jack under the bus to save my own skin only to have it backfire with my aunt freaking out over her children being lovers? How the hell was I going to fix this?

In this moment of turmoil, my thoughts were distracted again by physical feeling, because my aunt had slowly started moving her hands from the small of my back to the top of my ass. She was beginning to caress me as a lover again, not an upset woman. Her crying had stopped, or at least slowed to some quiet whimpering, and she did not shy away from my mirroring her hand movements by sliding my own down to the globes of her wonderful rear.

For several minutes, we caressed and moved against each other. As the warm steamy water cascaded down on us, I planted light kisses along her neck and shoulders. She being much shorter than me planted her own light kisses on my chest and neck. We spoke no words, and to my purely selfish delight I suddenly felt one of my aunt's hands move around to my front, where her slender fingers found and gently gripped the shaft of my penis.

"My poor little boy," she said at last, starting to stroke me lightly.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, and with my last ounce of willpower I croaked out, "Aunt...Aunt Ellen...you don't have to...don't have to do this."

As I got these words out, I actually felt her hand let go of my cock. Dammit! But it was only so she could reach up to my chin and gently angle my head down. I opened my eyes and saw her starting up at me.

She said, "I know, baby. But I want to now. You have been such a sweet gentleman, so patient with me. I love you so much, and if this is to be our one little secret morning of passion together, let's allow it to last just a little longer."

My response to this was to lower my head and kiss my aunt very deeply and hungrily for the next several minutes. She returned my kiss aggressively. Our tongues intertwined and explored one another. We hadn't really kissed much during our first hurried round of all-out fucking. This time we were going to make love, right here in this shower, and to that end we made out with all the patience in the world, allowing time to come to a stand-still within the confines of this shower stall.

My aunt had moved her hand back down to my cock, and she resumed her gentle stroking, causing just enough stimulation to bring me to a plateau of exquisite bliss. For my part, I moved me hands all around her, caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass, her breasts again. I hefted them, molded them, and squeezed her nipples, drawing a quick and pleasurable intake of breath from her. Wanting to continue my exploration of these wonderful mounds, I broke my kiss and lowered myself further so I could get my mouth on them. Aunt Ellen threw her head back and allowed a long, low moan to escape from her lips as I licked and nibbled one of her nipples.

"Oh, Tommy," she said, "I am so...SO sensitive there...my God, baby, please don't stop!"

Encouraged, I moved to the other nipple and went to work. It was wonderful to feel the water splash all over us, pouring down our bodies, as I devoured each of her breasts in intervals. While I chewed on one nipple, to the sound of my aunt grunting, "Harder, harder, baby," I squeezed the other breast with one hand. With the other I went down to her crotch and began sawing my fingers back and forth along the lips of her vagina, extracting even more groans from my new lover.

Within minutes, and with two of my fingers now firmly buried inside her pussy and my teeth clamping down on her vulnerable nipple, I brought my wonderful aunt to a shockingly powerful orgasm. I felt her vaginal walls clamp down on my fingers, quivering internally as they did so, and her entire body began to shake with violent spasms of orgasmic energy.

"Oh Jesus, Tommy! Jesus, oh YES!"

I didn't know what surprised me more, how powerful my aunt's orgasm was, or how long it lasted. It got to the point that she could barely continue standing, and she allowed her weight to settle somewhat on my arm and hand that was inserted halfway into her pussy. With my other hand I let go of her breast and got a grip around her waist, helping to steady her. She reached her hands out to either side of the shower stall and finally started to come down from her orgasm. She took several deep breaths and thanked me repeatedly in a soft cooing tone I couldn't quite hear above the spray of the shower.

Although I was willing to stimulate her by hand a little longer, my aunt straightened up a little and gently coaxed my fingers from her pussy. Staring right into her eyes, I put these pussy-soaked fingers directly into my mouth and sucked, letting her know that I could stimulate her with much more than just my fingers.

Reading my mind, Aunt Ellen smiled and said, "That would be very nice, my sweet boy, but there's something I want inside me even more. But first let's make sure it's completely ready to go into me."

I could only stand there with my mouth hanging open and my eyes rolled back like a drunken fool as my aunt slowly worked her way down my body, tracing her tongue along my chest, down across my flat stomach and closer, oh so wonderfully closer, to the thing she wanted inside her even more. Her first tentative lick up the underside of my cock felt like an electric shock, and I suddenly went up on tip-to, grunting loudly. The next lick was right along the base of the head, the most sensitive part of my cock, and the fact that I didn't cum right there surprised even me. But with her hands now caressing my balls and the base of my cock, my aunt seemed to be much more in tune with the twitching and clenching of my muscles down there, and she was being very careful to make it last as long as humanly possible, just as she wanted.




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After a few more teasing licks and kisses, she finally engulfed my penis into her mouth, sucking it in about halfway and allowing her tongue lather it up within. I looked down at her as the shower blasted onto her hair and shoulders. When her bobbing head moved back, the water would hit my belly and pour down my body, keeping me warm and stimulated to the highest degree.

In the midst of this incredible and incestuous blowjob, I found myself at a crossroads. I was getting very close to cumming. I wanted to cum very, very badly. I also wanted it to last as long as possible. But above all, I wanted to be inside my aunt again. I wanted my cock to fill her pussy one more time, perhaps for the last time. A few minutes ago, it seemed like she'd been about to allow me this pleasure. But she was now really getting into sucking my cock. Was she hoping that I would just cum now, to get it out of my system, so we could finally end our little affair and move on with life?

Not quite.

Aunt Ellen took her mouth from my cock. She stood but still gripped the shaft lovingly. I smiled at her as she moved her jaw up and down, massaging her cheeks with her free hand. "I can't believe how big you are, Tommy. I'm sorry I couldn't do that better."

"Oh, Aunt Ellen, it was wonderful! You are amazing!"

She smiled and actually blushed a little. "Oh, please...I just haven't done that in a while. Jerry and I just aren't very...active these days."

"That is his loss!"

She shrugged, causing her breasts to jiggle nicely. "Guess so, but let's keep this about us for now, remember?" She let go of my shaft and it wobbled stiffly in the air. I don't think I had ever been more engorged than this, even when I was fucking my beautiful young cousin, Katy. But all further thought of Katy vanished right along with those of Jerry when my aunt made her next move. She turned her back to me, leaned over with her hands on the wall of the shower, just under the showerhead, then glanced back toward me with an eager grin.

"Come here."

I obeyed. I got right between her parted legs and guided my cock toward her ass. I bent me knees a little to angle my cock for easy entry to her swollen pussy, and as I did I felt the tips of my aunt's fingers on the head as she reached down between her legs to help guide me in. I let go of myself, placing my hands on her hips instead, and let her do the work as I touched the head of my penis to the lips of her pussy. Even that first light touch, without me even poking the head into her, caused a shiver to run right up and down my aunt's spine.

This was going to be good.

I gave a little push, a little thrust, and oh so fucking slowly I inched my dick deeper and deeper into the vagina of my own mother's sister. I was really inside her now, pushing myself hungrily right up to the hilt. The front of my hips slapped against the cheeks of her ass. I pulled back, then thrust again, causing another slap, and another. This whole time the water continued to beat down on us—how long would it stay hot—and a bunch of water would pool up on her angled back as I slapped up against her, only to splash down again at our feet when I pulled back. I maintained this rhythm for a while, but managed to thrust into her increasingly harder with each passing minute, curling my toes and clutching tightly on her hips to maintain control of my pending orgasm. For her part, Aunt Ellen dropped her head down, squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for some serious pounding, grunting "ungh-ungh-ungh" in time to the slap of my skin against her ass.

To see—and feel—what would happen I straightened my knees a little, causing the angle of my penis to shift measurably within her vagina. This actually succeeded in sinking my cock another half-inch or so further than it had been, and this last remaining length of cock was all it took to launch this sexy older woman through the stratosphere. Her little "ungh-ungh-ungh" sounds, barely audible over the sound of the water, immediately turned into repeated little mini-screams, and with each thrust the orgasm that unleashed itself within this woman's body seemed to increase on an exponential level. It was so passionate, so deeply moving, that it seemed to cross over to my own body, and suddenly I felt my balls begin to contract.

"Aunt Ellen!" I warned loudly.

"NO!" she screamed. "Do NOT stop, Tommy!"

I pounded away but I had about ten seconds left, if that, and she had been so worried about getting pregnant the first time we fucked, so I grunted, "But I'm gonna...I'm gonna—"

"It's okay!" she shouted back. "Just cum inside me, baby! I can't give you up yet! You can cum in me but DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!"

That lustful exclamation was the first time I had EVER heard my aunt use a bad word, and this succeeded in giving me that final push over the edge. Only too happy to obey my aunt, I did NOT stop fucking her, and I fucked her HARD, even as my swollen balls began coughing up their potent contents. My powerful orgasm seemed to time itself so that each blast of thick semen ejaculated from my cock only during my deepest points of penetration: I would pull back, slam it in, then feel a jet of sperm leave my cock...pull back, slam it in, squirt...pull back, slam it in, squirt.

For her part, my aunt just kept screaming, completely engulfed in her most powerful orgasm of the day: "Deeper! Harder! My God, I can feel you in my guts! Tommy, give me your cum if you want but just please DO NOT STOP FUCKING ME!"

As the last of my sperm squirted deep into my aunt's unprotected womb, the post-orgasmic hypersensitivity of my penis caused my body to jerk involuntarily so that I could no longer maintain my deep and penetrating rhythm anymore. But Aunt Ellen was also, finally, beginning to come down from her earth-shattering orgasm, and she allowed me at last to slow my thrusting and lean over against her. Eventually, I stopped my last thrust so that I was still deep inside her, and I reached around and clutched her body tightly against mine. We both breathed heavily, feeling each other's rapid heart beats, basking in the moment.

At some point we realized that the water was finally beginning to cool. We must've been in the shower for well over an hour from start to finish, and our fingers and toes were completely pruned. When my softening penis finally slipped out of her vagina—both of us let out a disappointed groan—I reached over and turned the water off. Aunt Ellen turned her body within our embrace so that we faced each other, and for another several minutes we held tightly, dripping and kissing and calming down.

No words were exchanged between us as we stepped out of the shower and gently dried each other off with a couple of thick cotton towels. While looking down at her fluffy but neatly trimmed pussy, I noticed some of my semen beginning to dribble down the inside of my aunt's thigh. She followed my gaze and seemed only then to remember that I had once again injected a huge amount of sperm into her body, with nothing but odds to protect her from impregnation. She used a corner of her towel to mop up the dribbling fluid then crossed over to the toilet again. I continued to dry off as I watched my naked aunt sit and urinate as she had before. And like before she didn't have any problem whatsoever with her nephew watching her. I was standing much nearer her to her now, and I could even see the stream leave her pussy and splash into the bowl.

That strangely wonderful sensation of just complete and utter openness engulfed me again.

Openness...no, not complete openness, I guess. I had deceived my aunt. She had believed my deflection of the truth, and she was sure it was only Jack who was having sex with Katy. And there was the fact that if I could, somehow, start a relationship with Katy, my aunt would actually support it! Something would have to be done about this....

But not at this moment. My aunt had finished going to the bathroom, her second attempt to purge what semen she could from her body. She wiped herself and flushed the toilet, then moved close to me, whispering, "I feel like I can do anything with you, Tommy...anything."

"I hope so," I replied. "I definitely want to do more things with you."

She looked down, away from me, and said, "I wish we could, sweetie. You are so wonderful. Perhaps we can find a way...no...I don't know...but we're going to have to face reality eventually." She looked up at me at last. "You know that, don't you?"

I let out a long sigh. Then nodded.

We lapsed into silence again while we cleaned up the bathroom. From all the fucking and running around this little room, there was water everywhere, and I used the towels to mop up what I could. Aunt Ellen cleaned our bodily fluids off the counter and took all the used towels and dropped them into the hamper in the laundry room through one of the bathroom doors. I scooped up my clothes and she her torn dress (and loose buttons), and we both walked naked down the hallway to her bedroom. I got dressed back in my shorts and shirt then sat down on the bed while my beautiful aunt picked out a new outfit: another dress, a sun dress of a soft pastel cotton color. To my disappointment she put on a bra and underwear before slipping into the dress, letting me zip her up on the side. She then grabbed her torn red dress and tucked it deep in her closet under some shoe boxes, where it would remain hidden until she had a chance to pull it out again at some future point to sew back together.

During this quiet period of returning to a more normal existence with my aunt, I had a chance to contemplate the Jack-Katy situation a little further. It occurred to me that something would have to be done to fix the situation. I didn't know what my aunt's intentions were, but I knew it would completely disrupt the family if she was to directly confront her children about their sexual union. Even before I had fucked my cousin and my aunt, I truly loved coming here to visit, and I didn't want to see that opportunity disappear. And now that I HAD fucked my cousin and aunt, I most definitely wanted to maintain the status quo if only to possibly continue my sexual adventures.

So, bold action would have to be taken. I would have to come up with something very, very clever. I could no longer act like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. To continue this food theme, just how was I going to be able to have my cake and eat it too?

That's when the obvious question struck me. The question that had to be asked. Because the answer could very well indicate the next course of direction I'd have to take.

As calmly and objectively as possible, I asked, "Aunt Ellen, what if those boxers had been mine?"

She had been brushing her damp hair in the mirror over the dresser. She paused and glanced at me in the reflection. "I don't know," she said.

An odd answer. I pressed on, "What do you mean?"

She turned to face me and leaned against the dresser. "Well, Tom, when I say you are a gentleman and a very sweet boy, I really do mean it. And Katy is such a brat. I was also honest when I said earlier that I wish she could find a boyfriend like you, someone who might rub off on her and help her become more responsible, more considerate."

She seemed to be processing what she was about to say next, so I didn't say a word.

"The truth is," she said hesitantly, "the truth is that I found myself sort of secretly hoping that you and Katy might someday...well, fall in love."

I was stunned. I stared at my aunt, and she saw my reaction.

Continuing quickly she said, "I know that sounds incredible, and believe me, up until recently it was only a vague, completely crazy wish of mine. I think it was more about the fact that I want Katy to settle down and marry a good man someday, and because I admire you so much, Tom, I kept seeing you as a model of that perfect man."

I blushed. I was far, far from perfect, as you, my good friend, already know.

Aunt Ellen stepped over and sat down next to me. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "This is very strange for you to hear, I know. I'm sorry, Tom."

"No, no," I said with a nervous smile. "It's...okay." In truth, I didn't quite know what to think yet.

She said, "I don't think I originally pictured you ACTUALLY being that perfect mate for Katy. Like I said, you were just the model, the example. But the more I began to think about it...the more I became comfortable with the fact that two cousins could potentially fall in love and be together. I actually did a bit of research and learned that it's perfectly legal in this country and that it's actually more common than you'd think."

"So," I said, "when you found the boxers, and you thought they were mine...."

She nodded, "I thought that perhaps my wish had come true. And ever since I began suspecting of Jack and Katy to be involved, I began hoping more and more that it WAS true, because while our family—and society—could come to terms with cousins being together, it could never ever deal with two direct siblings."

"But when you found the boxers, and you suspected me—or hoped it was me—why did you allow...US to happen?"

Aunt Ellen nodded and gave me a confessing smile. "I guess it makes it even more wrong. It's bad enough that I have betrayed my husband Jerry, but in a way I realized I was betraying you with Katy as well...if you had actually been with her, that is."

I processed this for a few minutes. This was seriously heavy stuff. I could see the cloud of guilt and doubt beginning to hover over my aunt's head again, and I realized I needed to set her conscience at ease somehow. I said, "You have nothing to feel sorry about, Aunt Ellen. We are both adults, and we truly care for each other, no matter what happened. There should be no pain between us."

We took each other's hand and kissed lightly. She said, "You see, Tommy, that's what I'm talking about. No matter how bad we've been, you want to put people at ease. I guess that's what drew me to you...what allowed me to...give myself to you."

"I don't understand," I said.

She smiled again. "It's hard for me to understand, too, but I'll try to explain. You see, the more I worried about Katy, the more I hoped she'd find a great guy like you. And the more I thought about that, the more I began to secretly hope that you and Katy would fall in love."

"But why did you ask me this morning about whether I still liked Katy's friend?"

"I don't know...just nervous around you, I guess. Because that is the third part of this equation, Tom." She paused and scooted even closer to me, looking me square in the eyes. "My secret hope that you would become an intimate part of Katy's life became a strange obsession into you personally...and I began to fantasize about you being with...me."

This was incredible. I said, "How long?"

"I think it sparked two or three years ago, as I watched you develop into such an attractive young man. But I allowed it to consume my waking thoughts only this summer."

"But then...I have to ask again, Aunt Ellen...what if I had said yes, those were my boxers?"

She was quiet a moment, then said plainly, "I would have accepted it. I would have...encouraged it." My eyes went wide. She explained further, "I don't know how comfortable I'd be that the two of you were having actual intercourse...or I would have at least hoped you two would have practiced safer sex than...than you and I, but I would have accepted it."

"But Katy and Jack...."

She nodded and looked down at her lap. "I don't know, Tom. I don't know what I'm going to do about that." She looked at me, hopeful. "It has to stop, that I know."

"But you don't know if they're actually lovers," I said. I wanted to gauge her conviction on this.

She said, "Well, not so much as having seen them in the act, no...."

"And when they're around each other and us, they've never shown even the slightest indication that they're intimate on that level." My statement to this effect was true. Jack and Katy had never so much as hinted, whether accidentally or on purpose, that they had sex together. It was one reason why I'd been so shocked when I saw Jack enter Katy's bedroom with my own eyes, watched him proceed to climb into her bed and fuck her.

Aunt Ellen could only agree with my statement. "You're right, Tom, but even if they're foolish enough to commit incest, they're certainly bright enough to know they'd have to keep it the most strictest of secrets, betraying nothing to anyone."

This is when the kernel of a new scheme formed in my brain.

I said, "Well, maybe this is actually more one-sided than you think?"

She blinked at me. "I don't understand."

Yes, I was developing a very good scheme indeed. There as no better way to test it than to roll right into it. I said, "What if Jack is stalking Katy?"

My aunt recoiled at this, leaning back from me. "What do you mean, 'stalking?'"

"Well, not actually stalking, but...spying, lusting...obsessing over her."

"You mean sneaking around, taking peeks at her?"

"Exactly. Like a voyeur. We all know how soundly Katy's sleeps when she's finally out. What if Jack is taking advantage of this, sneaking into her room, looking at her...perhaps even...touching her?" She stared at me. I pushed further: "Boys can be very strange, you know, very perverted. Maybe he touched her last night, or at least himself, and left his boxers there as some strangely perverted signal, a kinky little gift...."

Aunt Ellen stood and began pacing, clearly disturbed by this. She definitely had different levels of tolerance. It was as if she could chalk up Jack and Katy being lovers to just some childish rush of hormones that needed to be tamed. But the idea of Jack being a sick voyeur secretly peeking at and touching his own sister was something completely hideous to her.

As I said, my good friend, I was far, far from perfect. And I was now ready to launch a scheme that could produce some very wonderful—and sexual—results. It was so genius, in fact, that I had to be very, very careful not to break into a very sinister grin.

With a suddenly renewed strength in self-control and determination, I said plainly to my aunt: "What if I could guarantee that Jack would never spy on Katy again, without causing the slightest scandal in this family?"

Aunt Ellen stopped pacing and turned to me. "How?"

It's possible that at this point the very slightest of grins formed in one corner of my mouth.

"You'll just have to trust me..." 



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"What if I could guarantee that Jack would never spy on Katy again, without causing the slightest scandal in this family?"

"How?"

"You'll just have to trust me...."

That had been three days ago, between my aunt Ellen and me. Although the general plan itself was now well-formulated in my scheming mind, I had yet to find the right set of circumstances in which to hatch the thing. During this time, in a kind of unspoken agreement, Aunt Ellen had refrained from confronting her 20-year-old son, Jack, or her 18-year-old daughter, Katy, on the suspicion that the two of them were either fooling around incestuously or that Jack was spying on his sister in a very naughty and sexual way.

The truth, of course, was that the two siblings had been sleeping with each other for some time, which I knew for an absolute fact, having witnessed an actual session of their incest firsthand. But that wasn't the whole truth—at least, it wasn't anywhere near the whole truth as far as what my aunt knew. For there was also the wonderful fact that I, too, had fucked my horny little cousin Katy. Unfortunately, Katy, being unable to see my face, had believed it had been her own brother giving her a second dose of cock in the same night, so this incredible truth was known only to me.

Now add to the mix that I, perhaps the luckiest 18-year-old on Earth, have also been having sex with my aunt and perhaps, my good friend, you'll truly be impressed. Or perhaps merely confused. Well, it's your job to catch yourself up on this amazing story. My job was to work out the situation so that I might actually get another chance to fuck my cousin Katy with her not only knowing it was me, but WANTING it to be me!

Waiting for the right time for me to hatch my plan was really tough. For the last two nights I'd had no choice but to pretend to be asleep while my older cousin, Jack, had quietly slipped from the room we'd been sharing only to return 20 or 30 minutes later. He had been in Katy's bed, of course. I was becoming quite jealous, as well as extremely horny, knowing that this boy was blowing his load with the help of his own sister. In the most morbid of ways it had also been a huge turn-on to be privy to their sexual encounters. Knowing what the inside of my cousin's vagina felt like—not to mention what it was like to squeeze her gloriously enormous boobs—only fueled my naked lust.

As what I would consider a very nice consolation, I had been lucky enough to have sex with my aunt one more time in the last three days. Yesterday, there had been a few hours where we had once again had the house to ourselves, and Aunt Ellen had taken this opportunity to reassure me that she had been to the pharmacy to get the "morning after" pill. I learned that the dose was in fact two pills, taken some hours apart, to ensure that any conception that had possibly taken place during our union (I had cum inside her twice in the same day) was destroyed. When she had been explaining this to me, I believe she had been trying to add, "We should've been more careful." But in a huge Freudian slip, these were the actual words to come out: "We should be more careful."

This had gotten me staring at her closely. The shift in grammar implied there would be future encounters. Somewhat nervously, I called her on that. She could only blush and look down. So I immediately moved to her, embraced her, and began nuzzling her neck. In response, she had looped her arms around me and allowed our embrace to turn into good old-fashioned making out.

Making out had turned into frantic stripping and dropping to the middle of the living room floor. To my delight and surprise, my aunt had straddled me and lowered herself right down on me, lovingly caressing my balls and shaft as she'd slid my hard cock into her pussy.

Moving slowly up and down, she smiled down at me. "Yes, my dear Tommy, we really MUST be careful now. Please let me know if you're going to cum, okay honey?"

"Okay," I said, grinning back up at her.

In the suddenness of it all, and feeling this wonderfully taboo pussy clenching my cock, I had not lasted very long this time. We managed to prolong it a few minutes at least: I would give a grunted warning, Aunt Ellen would whip herself off of me, wait a few seconds while staring hopefully at my glistening cock, then climb back up slip my penis back inside her once I'd managed to stave off my orgasm. We accomplished this three or four times, just long enough for her to have a pretty nice orgasm for herself, before the final time when I shouted out, "This is it!"

Aunt Ellen had lifted her pussy off me the final time, then very generously stroked my wet cock furiously with both hands, shouting "that's my boy" as a fountain of thick white semen spewed out of my convulsing cock in several powerful bursts. When I'd finished cumming, we had fun cleaning my semen from where it had splattered on various parts of our body. Best of all, unlike the other times we had fucked, Aunt Ellen did not say this must be our last. I knew now that I could probably have my aunt sexually just about any time I wanted.

But right now I had to concentrate on another member of my family: my cousin Katy. I wanted her too, badly. As a horny and foolish young man, I thought less about actual love and more about pure lust as my mind raced to consider all the variables in my plan. If I didn't pull it off flawlessly, there would be repercussions that would alter the very fabric of this family. Applying my aunt's words of caution to this new situation, I had to be VERY careful.

I had decided that the best circumstance in which to approach Katy with the first phase of my plan required her to be away from the house or work, somewhere isolated so that if for some reason she totally freaked out, screaming and scratching, it would not be around many witnesses. The circumstances were now approaching as I sat musing in the passenger seat of Jack's truck. We were driving to a semi-secret section of the river called Hell's Mouth. I don't know why it was named that, because the locale was quite beautiful. It was a place where the river shifted in a natural elbow. At this juncture, the normally swift-flowing river slowed and pooled into an awesome swimming hole. On one side of the hole several massive rocks jutted out, making for a thrilling but not suicidal 15- or 20-foot diving point.

Jack and I were going to meet Katy and her 19-year-old friend, Shelly, who were already at Hell's Mouth, having come a couple of hours earlier in Shelly's car. Jack had managed to score some booze and snacks, which was probably why we'd been invited to what would've been just a couple of girls laying out.

It took about 30 minutes to drive out from the small town to a point off a county road where it required another 10 minutes or so of hiking to get to the secluded Hell's Mouth. Jack parked off the road and we got out to get the supplies. Almost immediately I heard him shout, "Holy fucking shit!"

"What's wrong?"

"I grabbed the wrong fucking box! Look!"

Following his pointing gesture I glanced at the average-sized cardboard box that Jack had just opened. Inside were about thirty DVD cases. No booze, no snacks.

Trying to look as surprised as possible I said, "What the hell, dude?"

Jack shrugged, shaking his head in disbelief. He worked at the video store in town, and in preparation for this day he had hidden his illegally-acquired booze (he was only 20) in a box that looked like several others. To keep it low-profile, especially from his boss, he had set it in the back office next to another box known to be filled with extra DVD cases. Jack had told me this when I was hanging out with him in the video store for the last 30 minutes of his shift. Just before he left, while he was helping a customer, I had quickly slipped into the back office and switched the two boxes around.

Containing my excitement that this dirty little trick had worked, I said, "Well, we have to go get the stuff."

Jack said, "Okay. Goddammit!." When we both started to climb back into his truck, Jack turned to me and said, "Tom, you should just go ahead and hike on down there. We don't both need to go, and the girls will wonder what the hell is taking us so long."

Paused for effect. "Okay."

I got out and watched him for a moment, driving back up the road, back to town. I could see him cursing and slapping the steering wheel. I would now have a good hour or so alone with the girls before being joined again by Jack. I smiled broadly and turned to proceed down the narrow trail to Hell's Mouth. 

The girls were expecting us but since they didn't know exactly when we'd be showing up I decided to make my way down to the swimming hole as quietly as I could. Remember, at the end of this trail, either near or in the water, were going to be two sexy girls in their bikinis. Well, I knew at least that Katy would be wearing her skimpy new black bikini. Shelly was taller, skinnier and more flat-chested than Katy, but she had quite the sexy body, too, so I doubted she'd be wearing anything too modest.

I could not have been better rewarded for my pains against poor Jack. As I made my way through the trees I could see the girls. They were laying out on a little beach-like section at the edge of the swimming hole. They were on their backs on long brightly colored towels.

And they were topless.

With a freshly pounding heart and a quickly growing erection, I approached to within about 15 or 20 yards of them, worried that any closer would alert them to my presence. I kept myself covered behind a thick tree-trunk and some bushes. I went right into voyeur mode, staring and salivating at the sight before me.

My cousin Katy was of course the primary object of my lust, laying there with her soft dark hair spread out, the little strings of her bikini bottoms clinging to her rounded hips, and with her big beautiful perfect tits pointing right up at the blue sky above. I could just make out that her nipples were somewhat hard, perhaps stimulated by the gentle breeze wafting over the water. Her eyes were closed. She was relaxed.

I finally diverted my attention to Shelly, realizing that I was seeing her naked—well, half naked—for the first time. Her bikini bottoms were the color of gold, and as suspected they were no less skimpy than Katy's bottoms. Shelly's hips were more bony and less shapely than Katy's, but her legs seemed to go on forever. Her whole body was long, slender and model-perfect. Above the bottoms her stomach was flat as a table. I knew she had nice little breasts, just enough to push out a shirt slightly, but they looked quite flat when she laid back like this. To remind me they were there, I was pleasantly surprised to see that this natural blond also had very well-pronounced nipples. They too were poking up and saluting the breeze.

I watched them for several minutes, feeling my erection strain against my swim trunks.

I managed to duck just in time when Katy suddenly popped her head up to glance around. As I continued peering carefully through the bushes, I knew she hadn't seen or heard me; I think she was just becoming curious as to where Jack and I were. Because this part of the river was very quiet—there was virtually no wind blowing through the trees—I could just hear Katy's voice when she began talking with Shelly.

"We should probably turn over or cover up," she said. "The boys will be here any minute."

"And won't it give them a thrill," Shelly replied, grinning but keeping her eyes closed.

Katy smiled at her. "I'm sure Tom would enjoy seeing you like this."

Shelly said, "Girl, he wouldn't even notice my little tits if he saw yours first."

They both giggled, then flopped over. I was disappointed to lose sight of their naked breasts, but they both had nice little asses, too. Shelly's was kind of flat, but Katy's was exquisitely rounded. Christ, I wanted my cousin!

For a few more minutes they chatted about pretty much nothing, all the while glancing around from time to time, expecting to see Jack and me, ready to tie their bikini tops back on.

Shelly said, "I should go pee before they get here."

"Yeah, me too," Katy said.

They both sat up and I was very happy to see they didn't reach for their tops. Shelly was the first to stand. She looked around for a moment, obviously contemplating where to go to the bathroom, but with a shrug to no one in particular she turned and stepped a few paces into the water, about knee deep. She started reaching for her bottoms.

Katy exclaimed, "Shelly, what are you doing?"

"Going pee, silly." She pulled her golden-colored bottoms down and I was now presented with a perfectly shaved pussy. I was a bit of a distance away, but I swear I could just make out the lines of her little pink vulva.

I felt my hard cock give an eager twitch. Okay, I wanted Shelly now, too.

She squatted slightly, her bottoms down at her knees, then proceeded to let a solid stream of urine squirt from her pussy and into the water. Katy made a kind of "eeww" sound. Still pissing, Shelly replied, "Oh relax, honey, I'm peeing into a million gallons of water, and the river's moving. My pee will be gone by the time we go swimming in it, and I really couldn't be bothered with hiking into the woods where I could get poison oak."

I could hear the sound of Shelly's pee splashing into the water. I don't know why, but the vivid rawness of this act sent shivers through me. My balls contracted, and I could tell I'd strained the front of my trunks with a spot of precum. This certainly wasn't part of my plan, but I wasn't complaining!

As Shelly's stream continued to jet forth, Katy finally stood up and stretched, allowing her full heavy breasts to giggle fluidly when she brought her arms down. "Well," she said, "why not?"

She marched into the water, near Shelly who smiled at her. To my utter delight I watched Katy peel down her own black bikini bottoms and squat back a little. Shelly was just finishing up a few last little squirts when Katy finally let loose her own modest stream. At this point I was getting frustrated by the leaves of the bush in front of me that were obscuring my view of my cousin's own trim bush.

As she pulled up her bottoms, Shelly looked right at Katy's urinating pussy and said casually, "I thought you were going for the full shave."

Katy followed Shelly's gaze to examine her own very neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. She said, "I don't know. I think it looks kind of cute with a little hair."

"But boys just love a bald kitty, you know. I think all men are pedophiles at heart."

Katy chuckled, causing her pee to jet out a little harder. I could barely contain myself. My head was swimming. If I had a camcorder, I would be able to make thousands off of selling a video of what was taking place before my eyes.

Continuing in her casual tone, Shelly said, "I'm not sure which guy I should flirt with today, Jack or Tom?"

Katy's stream of urine was beginning to subside. She said, "Neither."

Shelly frowned (as did I). "You're always so protective of your brother."

"Because I know you'd just have fun with him and toss him aside," Katy said, finally finishing up and straightening. "You would break Jack's heart. He doesn't need that distraction just before college."

I considered Katy's explanation. Shelly was indeed known to be quite the tease, so what Katy said had merit. Lord knows, I'd tried all the moves I could on Shelly the last few summers I'd been visiting, including this one, but I'd never gotten so much as a first date. However, I suspected the truth was that Katy saw Jack not just as her brother anymore but as a kind of boyfriend, and she wanted Jack for herself. It was clear by the discussion that Shelly hadn't the slightest clue that the siblings were really lovers.

"What about Tommy?" Shelly asked. My heart skipped a beat.

"Same answer," Katy said, pulling up her bottoms and adjusting one of the ties of material at her hip.

Shelly said, "Hey, you can't protect BOTH of them from me! Not when it's going to be just us and alcohol for the next few hours. It's not like you get to play with them...well, perhaps Tommy."

Katy shot Shelly a look. "What?"

Shelly let out a little laugh. "He's just a cousin. That's legal, right?"

Katy stammered, she actually blushed and looked down. Interesting.

"Well," said Shelly, "If you won't let me have Jack and you don't want Tommy, I might let him get somewhere with me. The poor boy's been after me for years!" Another laugh.

The two of them were still standing there, cooling their feet in the water, still quite topless. Katy smiled at her blond friend. "Wow, what's gotten into you lately? Suddenly you're craving Man."

Shelly batted her eyes in a look of mock innocence. "Who, me?" The innocent expression turned into a seductively sinister grin, and I could almost sense a couple of little red horns sprouting from her skull. "Maybe I'll make Tommy a happy man today. Let him know how good I am at sucking cock."

Katy had been about to admonish her forward friend, but they were both suddenly startled by the sound of cracking wood as a branch on which I'd been leaning heavily had given way under my weight. In my dizzying trance of lust I completely lost my balance and fell straight down ahead of me and into the leafy bush. Trying to avoid crashing on top of my own stiff erection, I flailed around, making even more noise as I disentangled myself from the leaves and branches. Of course I was also 100% busted, so all I could do was stand up and face the music once I'd gotten out of the mess.

Shelly and Katy were still standing there in the water, in shock, only now they were instinctively crossing their arms over their breasts. I looked down.

"Goddammit, Tom!" Katy screamed. "You fucking pervert!"

Shelly shouted, "Where's Jack? Jack, show yourself, you coward!"

Swallowing, I looked up again. In a weak voice I said, "He's not here."

"What?"

I repeated it, a little louder. "He had to go back for something, back in town."

I was toast, I knew it. So much for my big plan. Katy was completely red in the face. Her arms could barely contain her massive boobs. She succeeded only in squishing them heavily into her body, and they swelled out in all directions. Shelly had it much easier, basically just cupping her little titties with her hands. I also noticed that Shelly's initial look of shock and anger had already converted into something more like bemusement, perhaps even a little mischievousness.

"How long have you been spying on us?" she asked, her tone much more conversational now.

I mumbled, "A while."

"I can't hear you. Dammit, Tommy, step over here and explain yourself. How long have you been watching us?"

I approached. My heart was pounding, just as hard as that first night when I'd finally built up the courage to peek at Katy's precious boobs only to nearly be discovered by her brother before that lucky bastard had climbed into his sister's bed and fucked her. I stopped near the water's edge, where there towels and bikini tops were.

"Answer me," Shelly insisted.

"Twenty...twenty minutes, maybe," I said quietly, completely defeated.

Katy's eyes went wide. Shelly said, "Oh my god, you watched us go pee, didn't you, you little perv!"

I nodded. "I'm sorr—"

"Oh no, don't you even BEGIN to apologize. You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew you should've made a noise or called out as soon as you saw us, but you wanted to get your jollies off looking at us naked, didn't you?"

I said nothing. What could I say? I could only stand here and take a beating.

Shelly looked at Katy, then back to me. To my surprise, she actually laughed. "Well, you definitely got an eyeful, and Jesus Christ look at that!" She pointed, exposing one of her little breasts.




Katy's Boobs Ch. 04



I knew what she was pointing at, and I turned as beet-red as Katy when I realized that my cock was still very hard and the two girls were now staring at the tent it was making in my shorts, with the precum stain still quite wet. Being that they were swimming trunks I had no underwear on underneath, so there was nothing to help keep my erection better contained.

"Oh my god," Katy gasped.

Shelly gave an acknowledging nod toward my crotch. "Well, this is quite a situation we're in. Shit, after all you've seen, and what we're seeing now, I don't know why we're bothering to cover up." She lowered her other hand and then placed her hands on her hips, akimbo, and once again there were her little boobs for all to see. Although they were small, they were still a nice fleshy handful, and there were no tan lines, just smooth mounds of flesh peaked by hard pink nipples.

Katy turned to her, still tightly grasping her own flesh mounds. "Jesus, Shelly!"

Shelly said, "What the hell difference does it make? The boy's seen our chests. Big deal. I don't have much to show anyway, so who cares now?"

Katy looked down. "I can't believe this."

There was a moment of silence. I tried to stare without really staring at Shelly's tits. Despite the situation, her nipples were quite clearly hard. Was she...was she getting off on this? I could barely allow myself to even consider it. No matter the situation, I knew it was Shelly who was in charge now.

She said, "Tom, do you realize the royal ass-kicking Jack is going to give you when he gets here and learns you were spying on his sister? And just think of what Katy's parents will say!"

I could feel my master plan falling to pieces right here. I pleaded with them, "Shelly, Katy, please, I am so sorry. It was a stupid immature idiotic thing. No one needs to know about this. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything! You own me now!" 

It was all I could do, throw myself at the mercy of the court. An all or nothing shot. Already I could tell that Shelly was getting a kick out of the whole thing. But it was clear that Katy was still troubled. Her eyes were still on my crotch, but my erection was starting to fade as my fear grew, and she didn't seem truly focused on it.

Shelly said, "We 'own' you now, eh? I like the sound of that." She turned to Katy. "You know, I think the only way to get back at our boy Tommy here is to make him suffer the same humiliation we did." As she said this, gesturing with one hand, her tits giggled, and despite the situation I found myself growing hard again. I mean, I was now less than ten feet from two young, sexy topless chicks, only one of whom was still trying to cover her upper nudity.

Katy broke from her reverie and turned to Shelly. In a voice that was much more in control, more the tone of confidence Katy normally employed, she said, "What did you have in mind?"

"Hmm." Shelly looked me up and down, smiling as she dwelled on my obvious erection again. She said to me, "Strip."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Strip, Tommy."

I did nothing for a moment. Then to my horror a new sinful gleam sparked in Katy's eyes. She was nodding, as if coming to her own internal decision about something.

"Yeah," she said, "you got to see our goods, you little pervert. Now we get to see yours."

Shelly gave her signature laugh. "That's my girl, Katy! Now you're taking charge!"

They both turned back to me, and as one voice they bellowed: "STRIP!"

For another few seconds I considered the situation. After the initial shock of being caught spying on them, I began to realize that they weren't going to physically hurt me, nor did it seem like they were going to tell anyone. It would be "mutually assured destruction" of reputation if they did, because I could also tell people what I saw them doing. In any case, I was a horny boy in front of two hot girls who were ordering me to strip. If this was a form of punishment I was ready for it. I kicked off my Keens, then my shirt...and finally my shorts, down in one quick swoop.

I stood up straight and let my hands fall to my side. I'm in pretty good shape, tall and slender with a muscular build, so I really had nothing to worry about. My cock was sticking boldly out at a fully erect angle, the tip glistening in the sun as a new drop of precum oozed involuntarily from my urethra.

The women went silent. They both stared openly and unapologetically at my midsection. I knew from the couple of girls I'd slept with that I also had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to the size of my penis. In fact, I could be quite proud. And I was, because just the sight of it had thrown these two women into a bit of distraction. Nice.

I studied their expressions. Shelly's eyebrows were arched, her mouth in the shape of an O, as if utterly mesmerized by what she beheld. Katy's eyebrows were actually furrowed, her face in a kind of considering frown. It didn't seem that she was all that bothered by seeing her own cousin's penis. It was more like she was trying to figure out (perhaps?) the strange sense of familiarity about it.

This staring period lasted about twenty seconds or so. Shelly was the first to recover. She said, "Wow, ask and ye shall receive. That's a pretty nice rod you've got there, Tommy. I'm beginning to regret blowing you off all these years."

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"Don't thank me, asshole. I'm still mad at you! Just trying to think of the best form of torture."

I swallowed. Torture?

Shelly turned to Katy. "What do you think, babe? Is it too much to cut his balls off?"

Katy said, "A nice thought, but too gory. No, I want to embarrass this boy. In fact, I really want to teach him a lesson once and for all. I know he's been sneaking peaks at me whenever he visits. He's always been a little pervert. Haven't you, Tommy?"

My blood boiled at this. I wanted to shout back right then and there that I knew her incestuous little secret as well as the fact that I had also secretly fucked her and was the one who REALLY made her cum, not her minute-man brother! But I managed to bite my tongue. If there was ever going to be a chance of resuming my big plan, I had to keep this information contained for now. Until something really painful or weird happened, I was resolved to endure the girls' "torture."

"I know! I know!" Shelly suddenly blurted. "We're going to do this eye-for-an-eye. Tommy got to see us naked. Now we're seeing him naked. Tommy got to see us go pee, so..."

Katy grinned widely and took over. "Yes! Let's see how Tommy feels about peeing in front of women!" In her zeal, Katy had loosened her grip on her mammoth mounds, and I could now see a good 80 or 90% of her boobs, including at least one nipple.

"Awesome," said Shelly. She nodded toward me. "So, go for it, Tommy."

I looked at her. "Are you kidding?"

"No!" she scowled. "Start pissing!"

"Wait!" Katy said. "Tommy, step into the river here. Don't pee all over our towels."

"Oh, yeah," said Shelly.

In full humility I stepped forward, closer to the girls, and I was now standing roughly between them, only a few feet away, the water coming to the middle of my calves.

"Do it!" Shelly ordered.

I looked down. I was still fully hard, rendering the act of urination impossible. "I can't," I said, truthfully.

"You don't have to go?"

"No," I said, gesturing to my boner. "I can't do it like this."

Katy frowned, "Goddammit, why are you still hard when we're trying to humiliate you?"

Shelly crossed her arms again, not to cover herself (her small breasts and nipples were still quite visible), but to contemplate the situation. She cocked her hips slightly and stared at my pole again. Then she snapped her fingers.

"The fucker is getting OFF on this, Katy," she said. "Guy's can't pee when they're hard." She licked her lips, zeroing in on my cock. "And boy is this guy HARD."

"So what are we going to do?" Katy asked, with feigned innocence.

"The only thing for it," Shelly replied, "is to relieve some of the pressure."

"How?"

"Good question." Shelly finally raised her eyes to meet mine. In that moment, I could feel a very certain impulse: Shelly was enjoying this too. She was getting as horny as me, and she was using this "torture" session as an excuse to have some very naughty fun.

Or, at least I hoped.

She took a step closer to me, close enough so that all I'd have to do is reach out and grab her around the waist if I wanted to. I could smell her hair. My mouth watered.

She looked me right in the eye. In a low, husky voice, she said, "Stroke it."

There was a pause. I was staring right back at Shelly and couldn't see Katy's expression. I knew she had heard but had remained quiet. Shelly said it again, a little more firmly.

"Stroke it!"

But this time I held my ground. "No."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"But we want you to pee."

"And I need to cum first."

"So make yourself cum!"

"No!"

"Fine, you fucking pervert, I will make you cum!"

Shelly grabbed my cock.

I let out a gasp of mutual surprise and pleasure. In about one second Shelly was already furiously stroking me. It was clumsy stroking at first, because Shelly was still looking boldly into my eyes, not really concerned about her exact grip. Her look was intense. It was as if she was daring me to dare HER to keep going. So I gave her a look right back that said, I absolutely dare you, bitch!

Katy blurted, "Shelly, what the fuck!"

"The boy thinks he has some self-control," Shelly said, her eyes still on mine. "We'll see about that." She gave me a real squeeze, making me wince. She said, "I bet you can't last thirty seconds, though guy."

The challenge was on. I knew I could last at least thirty seconds. Shelly's grip was still somewhat clumsy, a little rough, and there was still the shock to my system of the fact that one girl was suddenly jacking me off in front of another, in front of my own cousin.

Katy.

I finally blinked away from Shelly's stare-down and glanced over at Katy. Instead of the look of horror I'd expected to see on her face, I saw only intense interest. She was watching this sudden sex act very closely. She was even leaning forward slightly, riveted to my pulsing penis, and she'd pretty much forgotten about properly covering her tits, which now hung heavily, obscured only slightly by her slender arms.

Stroked me, Shelly stroked me aggressively. If this had been a regular session of heavy petting, I would have begged Shelly to slow down, to loosen her grip. But of course this was not normal. This was my "torture," and the skinny blond girl stroking my cock had committed to making me cum in thirty seconds flat. Well, that time had come and gone, and I was holding on, well, firmly.

As if she'd also been counting the seconds, Katy said, matter-of-factly, "He hasn't cum."

Shelly frowned and finally looked down. She adjusted her grip, barely able to get her fingers around my shaft, which she began more sensuously massaging, pulling and slightly twisting the skin up and down. "This should do it," she said. She leaned over, and for a breathless second I thought she was going to put my cock in her mouth! But it was only to produce a healthy amount of spit, dropping it right from her pursed lips and onto the fingers she'd momentarily opened from around my cock. She quickly closed her fingers again, and now her freshly lubricated hand went back to the slow, steady corkscrewing motion on my penis.

It was...wonderful. Oh Lord Jesus Christ it was fucking good! But still I fought the urge to cum. At least another minute went by.

"Amazing," I heard Katy say.

Shelly was smiling now. "We've got ourselves a marathon runner here. But I will NOT be disappointed." This whole time, Shelly had been facing me, reaching directly out to stroke me. Now she stepped close to me, her breath warm on my shoulder. Then she was more or less behind me. In this new position she was able to get a better grip that now matched the angle I would be using had it been my own hand. With her free hand she reached around found my swollen balls, beginning to give them a loving massage, perfectly timed with her up and down stroking on my cock.

I let our an audible sigh.

"That's it, my boy," she said. "Now we'll make you cum. But I want to make sure I can see it when it happens." I felt her brush her head against my side. "Lift your arm," she commanded. I did and she quickly stuck her head underneath. She glanced up at me and winked, then looked down at my cock. Unconsciously, I lowered my arm down on her shoulders, letting my fingers trace along her naked side. She didn't object to this.

"Are you watching it, Katy?" Shelly asked. "Can you tell if he's getting close?"

Katy said in a husky voice, "I think he's gotten a little harder, if that's even possible. It could happen any minute."

"Well," Shelly said, "you'd better step to one side then, unless you want a face full of your cousin's cum."

"What?" Katy blinked at Shelly's words, then she realized that she had been leaning forward even further, her face almost in line with my cock, only a couple of feet away. She was leaning on her hands on her knees, her wonderfully fat tits now swinging freely. She glanced up at Shelly's face, then mine, then back to my cock.

She didn't move. "I'm out of range," she said.

We'd see about that.

This was becoming a very fun game for me. I knew that if I'd clenched my prostate and stiffened my legs in just the right way I could cum very quickly, but I was now determined hold out as long as humanly possible. It seemed that the longer I held out, the more Shelly was willing to do. I was going to test her limits as much as she was testing mine. So, for the next two or three minutes, I gave no more indication of cumming than the occasional involuntary grunt in my throat. Copious amounts of precum dribbled steadily from the tip of my cock and onto Shelly's fingers, keeping them lubed. Trust me, holding back at this point was very difficult!

"You've got to be kidding me," Shelly said. "My arm's getting tired! Katy, you wanna take over?"

My heart skipped a beat.

Katy glanced up. "Really?" Unfortunately, she quickly shied from this. We both know, my good friend, that she's by no means opposed to incest, but obviously not in front of her close friend.. She shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Well, then shake those awesome tits of yours at him or something. We HAVE to make this boy squirt!"

"Okay," Katy said. She straightened and puffed her chest out, cocking her rounded hips, making ripples in the shin-deep water in which we all still stood. She looked right at me. "You like what you see, Tommy? You've been trying to sneak peeks at my boobs for a long time, haven't you?"

Stupid with the plateau of my heightened sexual excitement, I could only nod. Little did she know, of course.

"You're a naughty little pervert, aren't you? I'd bet you'd even like to touch my boobs. You would touch your own cousin's boobs, wouldn't you?"

Nodded.

"You'd like to lean right over and nibble on them, I bet."

Nodded frantically. God, I was close now. Had to hold on.

Shelly, her face half pressed to my rib cage, was smiling. "It's working! I can feel him! I can feel it twitching!" I was indeed. It was taking all my willpower to keep from blasting a huge rope of sperm right onto my cousin's body. Oh, wouldn't that be nice!

"You need to do something else," Katy said. "You need to send him over the edge...and soon!" Her voice wavered at this last bit. There had been something different in Shelly's tone, too. These girls were quite conceivably as horny as I was now.

I tried something bold. I said, "You girls must be getting pretty wet."

"You bastard," Katy said.

Giving my cock a good squeeze, Shelly said, "Fuck if you aren't right, you asshole. I'm too fucking horny to make this torture. Let's see what you think of THIS!"

There was some splashing behind me, and glancing down I saw that Shelly had swung around and dropped to her knees in the water, which now lapped up against her crotch. She gripped my cock, aimed it at her face, and thrust her head forward to take about half of me into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed.

"Oh fuck!" Katy shouted too, equally amazed.

Shelly backed off, coughed, and looked up at me. "Jesus, you're fucking huge. I can't get all of you in my mouth, but what I DO get in will send you over the edge soon. So hang on!"

Back on my cock, Shelly sucked with exquisite talent. If she hadn't been very good a hand job, giving a blowjob was definitely her specialty. What part of my shaft she couldn't get in her mouth she still gripped with her saliva-and-precum-slicked fingers, never stopping her stroking and twisting. I could distinctly feel the tip of her tongue probe knowingly and confidently in just the right sensory spots that would certainly send me over soon, as she'd promised.

Katy stepped forward and squatted slightly to watch Shelly's technique. My blond cocksucker's cheeks were sucked in as she created a vacuum with her lips that seemed strong enough to literally siphon the semen out of me if I didn't eventually ejaculate it on my own.

I reached down and laced my the my fingers through Shelly's soft hair with one hand. My balls began to contract, and this impending signal only served to get Shelly to suck, lick and stroke even faster. But there was just one last thing I wanted to do before I came, and that last thing was just now, finally within my reach.

With my other hand, I suddenly grabbed at the top of Katy's head, lacing my fingers through her hair as I was with Shelly. Before Katy could react, I pulled somewhat aggressively. As she was already leaning well forward, my movement caused Katy to almost fall, indeed she too dropped to her knees, and her face bumped up against the side of Shelly's. In that second, that final erotically mind-numbing second, I let out a powerful cry of ecstasy and allowed my semen-filled balls to cough up their potent contents.

Both pairs of the girls' eyes went wide—Shelly as she felt the first blast of cum shoot directly down the back of her throat—Katy as she realized that her head was next to, was touching, her friend's so that my convulsing cock was only a couple of inches from her.

In recoil, Shelly pulled her mouth completely off my cock, but I was only just BEGINNING to cum, and no sooner had Shelly pulled her head back to catch her breath than my second heavy blast of white sticky semen shot right into her face, with a third hitting Katy square in the eye as Shelly's pumping hand pointed the tip of my cock away.

"Ochggh!" Shelly grunted as my sperm gurgled in her mouth.

"Oh god!" Katy squeaked, squeezing her eyes shut at the onslaught of sperm.

"Fuck yeah!" I roared, continuing to spray: another rope against Katy's throat, another hitting Shelly's shoulder, and yet another splattering on her cute little tit.

To my amazement, even though she apparently hadn't wanted to actually ingest any of my cum, Shelly still wanted to SEE it because she kept her eyes open this whole time, and she never, never let off the steady stroking of my cock.

It lasted another twenty or thirty seconds, and toward the end I was losing pressure so that the last remaining squirts of semen fell harmlessly into the water around us, gently drifting away in little white clouds.

At last Shelly let go of my softening but still twitching penis, at which point I dropped to my knees into the water with them. I had loosened my grip on their hair and had slid my hands to each of their shoulders. Unconsciously they accepted this; I was steadying them, steadying myself. Katy was reaching up and trying to get a large glob of my sperm out of her eye, not caring about the two or three other ropes of the sticky stuff that clung and dripped from other parts of her body. Shelly was swallowing over and over, making sure she'd cleared her mouth of any more man-juice.




Katy's Boobs Ch. 04



For several moments, we all kneeled, there. Cooling off, breathing. Presently Shelly began to giggle softly before eventually throwing her head back and letting loose with her habitual full-throated laugh.

"Holy shit," she said. "Now that was something you don't do every day!"

Katy peered at us with one eye. "Did we just do that?"

Shelly kept laughing, nodding toward my half-softened cock, which was flopping around between my legs, touching the water. She said, "I hope that teaches you a lesson!"

I grinned. "Remind me to spy on you two more often!"

We all laughed. What a sight we were, a naked guy kneeling in the water with two topless women. It was an image that would remain burned in my memory for ever.

Katy, having regained the use of both eyes, splashed some water on her neck and chest, washing my cum from her body. She then glared at me, "Tommy, if you ever, EVER breath a word of this to ANYONE, I swear...."

"Don't worry," I said, then added cryptically, "I'm good at keeping secrets, Katy. Trust me."

She looked at me, not knowing what I was hinting at, of course. But then we both looked quickly at Shelly when we heard what she said next.

"Well, since we're keeping secrets from what's going on right now, there's just one more thing I need to get out of the way."

Katy said, "You don't still want Tommy to pee in front of us, do you?"

"Well, that would be fun, if a little weird, but no. That's not what I'm talking about."

"Then what?"

That sinister grin spread across Shelly's face again. "Remember what Tom said a little earlier, when he thought he was being a real cock-sure bastard?" Neither of us said anything so she continued, looking at me, "You said we were wet. You were hoping that, weren't you?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah."

"Well, I am. I'm so fucking wet and HORNY right now I could fuck a bull."

"Jeez, Shelly," Katy said, grimacing.

"Relax," Shelly said, "No bulls are around here. Though that cock of yours, Tommy...but no, we won't go that far today. Instead, I have another form of...punishment...for our naughty little boy here."

I matched her grin. "Name it."

"Well, it'll be easier to just show you." Shelly stood, then bent over as she pulled down her bikini bottoms and stepped right out of them. My jaw dropped. Katy put a hand to her mouth, but she was done trying to admonish her friend, nor was she very shocked by anything that happened at this point.

Shelly stepped toward me and when her perfectly shaved, unbelievably smooth pussy was only about an inch from my face, she looked down her long thin body and said, "Lick it."

Swallowing, I pulled my eyes from her vulva and looked up at her. "Really?"

"Yes. It's your turn to make ME cum, big stud."

I didn't need to be told twice. I moved my head forward, opened up and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go. My first couple of licks were somewhat clumsy and too eager. I was also a little apprehensive at what she would taste like. But in fact the taste was surprisingly neutral. She was very wet, her labia was slickly coated with her own natural lubrication. I liked it.

"That's it, Tommy, lick my little kitty. She needs a good tongue."

I pressed my face more firmly against her pussy and reached up, getting a good grip on each cheek of her ass with my hands. Her ass was very tight and toned, not as fleshy and round as Katy.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Shelly said, letting her weight come down on me a little as stood there in the water, her legs spread wide. "Don't be shy with that clit, Tommy. You know where it is, don't you?"

I certainly did—it was hard to miss being quite swollen and perfect for a nibble. Shelly to sighed loudly and flexed her thighs. You may recall, my good friend, that when I had secretly sucked my cousin's pussy the other day I had freely admitted to being only amateur at best when it came to cunulingus. But so far I was lucky, or Shelly was just too fucking horny, because it wasn't long before I felt—and tasted—a fresh gush of girl-cum as the skinny blond above me cried out at the top of her lungs in pure, powerful orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, Tommy! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!"

I didn't let up. If she could cum once, she could cum twice. Despite getting rather sore in my neck at this awkward angle, I kept up just the right amount of pressure on her clit and probed just deep enough with my tongue to bring forth another powerful orgasm only a minute or two later.

"Oh...OH GOD! Here we go...here we go AGAIN!" After this only cries of pleasure belted out of the girl's strong lungs. Then, whimpering, I heard her say, "Katy...Katy...I hope you don't mind. It's just too good...just too good.

I had to, just had to see what Katy was up to. It was only too awesome that she hadn't turned and fled at the first sight of my cock. But she'd stayed through the whole thing, including my ejaculation onto her face and body! Now I was returning the favor for her good friend, Shelly. Could this have been too much for her?

No, it wasn't. When I backed my face away from Shelly's juicy pussy to glance over at Katy, I was completely shocked, amazed and turned on to see that my beautiful, voluptuous cousin had stuck a hand down the front of her skimpy bikini bottoms and was apparently fingering herself at the site of Shelly and me. She was deep into it, too, by the way her naked chest was heaving, her breath coming in spasmodic heaves, and her eyes narrowed into oblivious slits.

I wanted to stare longer, but Shelly had reached down to forcibly turn my head back to eating her out. "You're not done yet, stud! I like to cum in threes!"

So I went back to work, nibbling and licking and sucking this girl's young and naked and swollen cunt. She panted loudly and passionately, completely lost in her own fury of lust. I roamed her slender body with my hands, feeling her ass, her stomach, her back, her ribs, even up to her pointed little tits—everywhere I could go, because this was just too good to last and I wanted to remember it with every possible sense.

It wasn't long before that familiar flexing began in Shelly's thighs again. I was still seated in the shallow part of the river bank, my ass getting scratched by pebbles and sand in the waist-deep water, with this tall blond straddling me, and my cousin jilling herself not three feet away.

Flexing her thighs, Shelly began to cry out, her third and most powerful orgasm building to an explosive crescendo. I could also hear Katy whimpering into her own self-induced orgasm. A familiar sound was coming from her and it killed me not to be able to see her. This is also the moment when I made the mistake of trying to shift my head to a more comfortable angle. This caused Shelly to lose her balance. Her pussy slid off my face and down my chin, and in my effort to keep her from falling completely back, I clutched at her ass with my hands, forcing her crotch to slam into my chest before sliding straight down.

Straight down until her pussy splashed into the water and pressed heavily against my cock, which had become fully erect again in the heat of this sexuality.

"Ohh!" Shelly exclaimed, both at the sudden coolness of the water on her hot cunt and the girth of my erection pressing against her labia. Shelly looked down at me and smiled. "Oh yes," she grunted hungrily. With one hand she gripped my neck, and with her other, she reached right into the water, fishing for my cock. She got a grip on it and quickly angled it toward the opening to her pussy. As she was straddling me in the water now, she had but to lower all of her weight down on me to enable my penis to enter her.

She did, and I entered, and suddenly I was in heaven.

"Oh CHRIST that's big!" Shelly shouted, moving herself up and down a couple of times to get used to my length in her. "Oh, yes, baby...oh, Tommy, yes...God just drive it into me, baby!"

It was really her driving herself on top of me, but I certainly helped by gripping her slender waist and pulling her downward. Down, then up slightly, then down, moving in a pattern of pure fucking. The water around us gushed and splashed and rippled. Our hair was getting wet. My ass was more or less numb now having been on the river bed for so long, but the pleasure engulfing my cock easily offset that sensation.

In this position, when I wasn't leaning forward and nibbling Shelly's erect nipples, I could now glance over at Katy at my leisure. To my disappointment, she had stopped playing with herself, but she was at least still transfixed on the live sex show now unfolding in front of her. Still on her knees in the water, Katy was now leaning forward again, watching, studying. She had a very intrigued look on her face.

"How does it feel?" she asked Shelly.

"Good...fucking...GOOD!" Shelly grunted back. She let her head roll back as she bounced in the wavy water on top of me. As she came down, I tried to fuck up, and soon we had found just the right way to move against each other so that we achieved maximum penetration.

Shelly reached out a wavering hand. "Katy...Katy..."

Katy reached out and took Shelly's hand. "I'm here, baby."

"Please...please," Shelly began pleading as we continued to fuck. "Please don't be mad at me, Katy. I just...I just have to have this...have to have his cock now."

"It's okay, Shelly," Katy said. "I'm here. You have him now. Enjoy it, baby."

At this moment, I discovered something amazing: Shelly had been holding BACK. Now, with some strange morbid form of permission from her friend, Shelly threw her entire being into fucking me beyond all comprehension. Her grip on my neck tightened, her thighs clutched mine more fiercely, and even the inside of her cunt suddenly began gripping my cock like a vice grip.

Had I not already cum mere moments before, I would have instantly flooded my cousin's friend's pussy with a huge load of semen. But in reality, it only gave me a few extra minutes. This was just too fucking good to be true, and soon my cock would realize this and become eager to spit a fresh load of sperm.

As if sensing this, Shelly jerked, twisted and bounced her body in any way she could to instinctively hasten the arrival of her own orgasm. She clenched her cunt against my thick cock even tighter, if that was possible, and began grunting and screaming out.

"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Tommy! Make me FUCKING CUM!"

I think she had started repeating that, but as the deeply centered, earth-shattering orgasm began erupting through her body, her words digressed into incoherent gurgling, whimpering and even crying. As Shelly's whole body became wracked in violent orgasmic contraction, tears streamed down her eyes, and all at once her body went stiff as she let out one last silent scream at the pinnacle of pleasure.

This was all it took to send me over the edge as well, and without bothering to ask for permission I let my balls contract and my body jerk as I too came violently, spurting jet after jet of hot heavy semen deep into this woman's vagina, blasting it into her womb, to her very core.

Together, we rode a wave of mutual orgasm, her cunt clutching me, my cock spewing its seed, our screams joined as one, and even Katy cried out, feeling our pleasure just by her near proximity.

Then down...down and down...our bodies relaxed and our pleasure subsided. I remained inside Shelly, holding her tightly. She, in turn, clutched my neck tightly, pressing my face into her naked chest. When I pulled free and looked up at her, she leaned down and kissed me for the very first time that day. It was a nice kiss, a soft kiss, with our tongues exploring each other with a tenderness we had failed to exude on one another during our animalistic act of carnality.

When our kiss finally broke, Shelly looked down, down into the water, where our bodies were still joined. In almost a whisper, she said, "Tommy...you came inside me."

I swallowed. "Yes. I'm sorry. It was just too—"

"Shh, it's okay. I'm surprised at myself. I've never even let a boy enter me without a condom, let alone cum inside me. This was just too...intense."

My well-exercised heart began to flutter again, realizing that for the second time this week I had ejaculated into a vagina protected by no contraceptives. I was really playing with fire here. But Shelly, though noting the fact by what she'd just said, didn't seem to worry too much at the moment, because she remained planted firmly on top of me, with my cock still quite deep inside her.

After a few moments of post-coital silence, Katy finally spoke up. "Listen, you two, Jack will be here any moment."

Shelly glanced over at her, then nodded. Turning back to me, she said, "I don't think I'm quite done with you, young man. I may want this again soon." She emphasized what she meant by "this" by flexing the inside of her pussy at that very word.

"Any time, anywhere," I said, smiling at her.

At last, Shelly lifted her body from me, and my softening penis disengaged from the folds of her vulva. We both looked down as the head popped out, under water, and a visible stream of semen floated away from between us. Eventually we stood, using each other for support, and we stood there for a moment, completely nude, soaking in the moment.

Katy had somehow managed to put on her black bikini top, and she was holding both pieces of Shelly's own gold bikini out to her. I had to walk a few paces to the shore to get my swim trunks. I had barely managed to fasten my shorts around me when the sound of Jack's voice could be heard calling out from somewhere within the woods.

"I'm here!" he was calling out. "You guys still down there?"

"Yes!" we all called back.

I turned toward Shelly and Katy. They had glanced at each other and then turned toward me. We all then gave another mutual nod of some kind of understanding: what happens at the river stays at the river. Perhaps I would have a future encounter with Shelly, perhaps not. What was done was done. The thing is, I was NOT done with Katy. The question was, how could I reinitiate my plan? How could I make this girl mine while keeping my promise to my aunt?

As Jack emerged from the woods, clutching his box of booze, Shelly and I instinctively started walking up the embankment to greet him and help with is much-anticipated box of booze. I was stopped, however, by the firm grip of Katy's hand on my arm—the first time she'd really touched me all day. As Shelly moved away from us, I turned toward Katy.

There was a serious look in her eye. And her voice was tinged with acid when she said quietly, "Don't think this was just some cheap thrill, Tom. You still did something very wrong today, and I really do own you for that."

She couldn't have set herself up better, and I realized I had my moment to strike. As casually as possible, I glanced down at her grip, then back up to her eyes.

"Perhaps we can negotiate," I said. "Or I won't tell you how much your mother knows about you sleeping with your own brother."



Katy's Boobs Ch. 05



Author's Note: To my friends and fans, my sincere apologies for taking so damned long to continue the saga of Katy's Boobs. For years you have been patiently yet eagerly clamoring for me to continue this series and reveal whether or not Tommy will succeed in his little scheme. To date, he's done pretty well with the ladies, but at last we will learn whether or not he'll be able to openly enjoy being with his cousin Katy and her glorious boobs!

***** 

Being pinned against the wall of the storage shed behind the house by my sexy 18-year-old cousin Katy would've been, under different circumstances, quite wonderful. But at the moment the mood was far, far from sexy. Katy's eyes raged as she glared at me, her face only an inch or two from mine. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she growled. 

Her sudden move to pin my much larger 18-year-old male frame against the wall had been surprising and had startled me, but I had actually been expecting a moment like this to hit, so it was easier for me to be cool and calm despite her rage. And her rage was perfectly understandable: she wanted to know how I knew, and how much her mother knew, about the fact that Katy and her 19-year-old brother Jack regularly engaged in incest... 

The rest of the afternoon at the river had been quite amusing from my point of view, because I was the only one who knew the truth about everything from every perspective. After the frustration of having had to go all the way back into town for the secret stash of booze, Jack had returned rather enthusiastically, no doubt looking forward to relaxing for the rest of the hot day drinking cheep booze, splashing in the refreshing water, enjoying the sight of two sexy girls in bikinis. I barely managed to suppress a perpetual grin as I watched Jack's puzzlement about the mood of the group he encountered. 

Shelly, Katy's age, was dozing lazily on her towel, soaking up the sun and basking in the after-glow of having achieved multiple powerful orgasms. When she occasionally shifted her position, she would glance my way, give a knowing grin, then close her eyes and doze some more. She couldn't be bothered with drinking any of the booze Jack had brought, and the couple of times he'd attempted to engage her in conversation she'd given him only monosyllabic responses, clearly indicated she had no desire to chat. 

And Katy. My beautiful, voluptuous cousin Katy. As cold as ice at the moment, she was sitting on her towel, back straight, staring straight out over the natural pool at this part of the river. She barely acknowledged Jack's existence when he'd shown up, not even bothering to move or say anything when he offered a bottle of Smirnoff Ice. 

Thoroughly confused by the divergent moods of these two girls, Jack finally turned to me with a "what the fuck" look. For my part, I was grinning wider than the Cheshire cat, and I happily accepted and drank down whatever cold alcoholic beverage Jack had to offer. I had recently cum twice, and with eager desperation, so I was damned thirsty, and the Ice, though way too sweet for my taste normally, was a refreshing nectar. 

Yes, I was the only one who knew the truth about everything. I knew the truth about Jack's sexual relationship with his own sister. I knew the truth about who had really been the one to make Katy cum that one night (me!). I knew the truth, of course, about my own new sexual relationship with my wonderful Aunt Ellen. And I knew the truth about why Shelly was so content and Katy was so cold, while poor Jack could only pout about what he'd hoped to be a more lively afternoon. 

Because everyone from their various perspectives on the different situations had to maintain a semblance of normalcy, we remained at our private little river beach for another 90 minutes or so. Succumbing to her own natural thirst, Shelly had eventually stirred and enjoyed a bottle of something, finally managing to make a little small talk with Jack and me. Katy had turned toward us and had given the occasional word of reply whenever Shelly threw a comment her way, but my cousin very pointedly avoided eye contact with me. After the bombshell I had recently dropped on her, it was understandable, but if I played my cards right, I would work things out in the end. 

Eventually we packed up and headed back. Naturally I drove back with Jack, and the girls drove together in their car. I could only imagine the mood and/or conversation between them. Once Jack and I were on the road he turned to me. 

"What the hell did you do?" 

I glanced back at him, trying to mask my bemused expression. "What do you mean?" 

"That wasn't a river beach party. It was a fucking funeral. I don't understand!" 

"Well, I had fun," I said smugly. 

"Why was Katy so pissed off?" 

"Was she pissed off?" 

"And Shelly looked like she was stoned." He kept giving me sidelong glances as he drove. "So what did you do?" 

"I don't understand." 

"You did something, or said something. Why was it so weird there today?" 

I shrugged. "Everyone reacts differently to threesomes." 

Jack jerked his head toward me, causing the vehicle to swerve suddenly before he corrected. For a full minute he stared more at me than the road. I grinned coolly back at him. Finally pulling his eyes away and back to the function of driving, he muttered, "Fine, don't tell me. Who cares?" 

We'd made the rest of the drive in relative silence, and Jack, Katy and I got home in time to get cleaned up and sit down to dinner with Jack and Katy's parents. Shelly was now back at her place, and I presumed she was now contemplating the fact that I had ejaculated inside her. Would she race off to the drug store, as Aunt Ellen had done, to get the Morning After Pill? Fucking Shelly was awesome, and I would welcome any future opportunities to fuck her again, but I certainly didn't want to be tied to her by a baby! 

Shortly after dinner, when once again I'd been the only one graciously helping my Aunt Ellen in the clean-up, I offered to take the trash out. It was just after I'd dropped the bag in the bin that Katy had made her ninja approach and pinned me to the wall. 

She was still glaring at me, waiting to find out "what the fuck" I was talking about, referring to what I'd said to her earlier at the river, just before Jack had arrived. I'd had no choice: Katy had threatened to more or less blackmail me about the impromptu threesome I'd just had with her and Shelly, so I had been forced to defend with and indication that I knew what she'd been up to with her own brother. That counter-punch was really a one-two blow, because I'd further indicated that her mother, my Aunt Ellen, knew something about it too. 

As calmly as I could, I replied. "If you'd like to hear what I have to say, you'd better start learning to stop bossing me around or slamming me up against walls." She digested this, quickly realizing I held all the cards, then slowly relaxed, dropping her arm. "Thank you," I said. "Why don't we go for a little walk." 

We were dangerously close to being within earshot of someone in the house, so it was a good idea to move further away. It also gave me an extra few moments to further prepare how I was going to articulate the plan I had in mind. The plan had a very selfish and sinister goal, and if I didn't handle it perfectly it would certainly all blow up in my face. 

After several paces of silence, Katy was actually the first to speak up again. "Just what do you think you know about Jack and me? How could you be so perverted to think that I would do anything with my own brother!" 

This was the "Proof of Life" moment. I'd been expecting it. Very casually I said, "I know that you don't want him to cum inside you." 

Katy froze. I continued one more step, then stopped and turned, adding, "You also get annoyed that he always wants to cum too soon." As the dimness of the evening settled around us I could see Katy's face go pale, her eyes go wide. "Shall I go on?" I asked. 

I gave my cousin two full minutes to stand there, frozen, her breath shallow as her pulse quickened. This of course caused her enormous breasts to lift and fall sensuously on her heaving chest. I had her dead to rights, and she knew it. She was clearly mortified. It actually took her three attempts to hoarsely croak out in a whisper. 

"How...how did...?" 

"How did I find out?" I finished for her. She nodded. "It was an accident." Well, in a way it was an accident. Sure, I'd snuck into my sleeping cousin's room with the expressly perverted purpose of peeking at her incredible boobs, and it had only been bad timing that my other cousin Jack, Katy's sister, had chosen to also sneak into Katy's room. I'd had no choice but to slide under Katy's bed, and from there I heard, partially saw, and to a certain extend feel it (semen on my face, remember?). But of course I couldn't reveal the truth of how I'd really discovered Katy's incestuous relationship with her brother, so I made up something about having woken up to use the bathroom, discovering semi-hushed grunts and groans from her bedroom, and let her imagination do the rest. 

"Tommy..." I heard her say. I studied her a little closer. Her eyes were very moist now. Her rage was completely gone, for a while replaced by shock, and now what appeared to be agonizing embarrassment. She was fighting from breaking down all together. 

"Tom...Tommy," she began again, dropping her gaze humbly to the ground. "Please don't think I'm a freak." 

I'd never heard that tone coming from my otherwise domineering and often bitchy cousin. She was broken, desperate, and completely at my mercy for whatever torture I wanted to inflict upon her, forever. But this wasn't about torture, it wasn't about revenge. It was nothing more complicated than trying to fuck my cousin again. So I switched gears. 

"Katy," I said, as gently as I could. "I'm not going to stand here and tell you that I didn't find it weird and shocking to discover you and your own brother having...I mean, being together in...in that way. But I don't think you're a freak." She glanced up at me, and I continued. "It's really none of my business, and if you couldn't already tell from earlier this afternoon, I've got kind of a thing for you too!" I paused, then added, "I guess if anything I'm actually a little jealous of Jack!" 

Katy blinked at me. She sniffed and wiped her wet eyes. I let her take a moment to register the fact that I was not going to torture or blackmail her after all. While clearly still processing this, I heard her ask, still in a weak whisper, "Jealous?" 

I swallowed and nodded. "Katy, I think you're absolutely beautiful, and just simply the sexiest girl I've ever known. I've always been attracted to you, but of course I could never say anything, because I'm your cousin. But...well, now that the cat's out of the bag about you and your brother, what's the point in trying to hide that fact any longer?" 

"Tommy, I..." 

"It's okay, Katy," I said quickly. "I don't expect you to feel the same way, and I'm not going to assume that just because you fool around with one family member that you're automatically going to fool around with the other. But after all I've seen...and all you have seen—Shelly and me doing it right in front of you at the river—I figured, well...why not be perfectly open about everything from now on!" 

Believe it or not, part of what I'd just said was true and heartfelt. It was refreshing to be able to tell Katy to her face that I cared about her and wanted to be closer and more open with her. But of course there was still the miracle of a secret that it had been me, not her brother, who had been inside Katy to give her that powerful orgasm the other night. And this was all in addition to the other big secret that I'd been regularly fucking Katy's mother, my aunt! 

I was still an outright bastard for what I was attempting to do here. But don't the best villains have a bit of heart at times? 

Katy stepped a little closer to me, peering into my eyes. She was probably trying to better gauge just how genuine I was being. I met her gaze with the most open and honest expression I could manage. I simply channeled the fact that I was still utterly attracted to Katy and enraptured by her eyes and face whenever I looked into them. Apparently it was enough for Katy, because she suddenly lunged against me, embracing me in a big strong hug. She lifted to her tippy-toes as she buried her face in my neck and started to sob in relief. I held her for as long as she needed. Some minutes later she loosened up and backed away, but still held my arms with her hands. 

"Thank you, Tommy," she said. "This is all just so embarrassing still. I'm trying not to lose it." 

"It'll be okay, Katy," I replied. But I needed to nudge her to the next step. "You just need to be more careful if you're going to have a physical relationship with Jack." 

She took her hands from my arms and wiped her eyes, shaking her head. "That won't be a problem. That is done. There is no way I'm going to keep that up. No way!" 

Inwardly I smiled at this. In an unexpected little side-triumph, I'd broken her up with her brother. 

Katy continued, "It could just as easily have been Mom or Dad who caught us, and that would just be the end of our lives!" She shuddered at the thought, but then she suddenly realized the other thing I had indicated earlier that afternoon. With wide eyes, she said, "But what about Mom? What does she know?" 

Katy was at the next step. Excellent. 

"She doesn't know anything for sure," I said, stating a semi-truth. "But there's still a chance she will confront you or Jack." 

"Oh, my god, why?" 

I supplied a bit of logic: "Katy, it's one thing for a mother to worry about her teenage daughter having sex in the house. It's a whole different thing to worry that said sex is between siblings!" 

"Oh, my god," she groaned again. But a light went off and she suddenly looked at me. "Wait a minute. How would you know what Mom is thinking, suspecting?" 

Another careful step: "Because I think she's equally suspecting that it may be me you're sleeping with." Katy shook her head, confused, and stared at me for further explanation. I said, "She obviously didn't hear the same encounter I did, otherwise there'd be no doubt in her mind. When she confronted me she mentioned something about hearing some vague whispers and moving about the house in the middle of the night, more frequently than one might expect for the occasional occupant of the house rousing from bed to take a leak." 

"I think I'm going to be sick," Katy said. She was realizing just how reckless she'd been with Jack at night. I was convinced now that, had I not discovered the two of them myself and set up this whole Master Plan of diversion and seduction, the siblings would definitely have been found out by a parent. And that would of course be disastrous for the family. 

Trying to keep her on track, I continued my story. "One afternoon Aunt Ellen—your mom—began circling around an odd series of questions for me. It became clear that she was curious to know if I had a thing for you." 

Recovering slightly, Katy asked, "Well, what did you tell her?" 

"I started with instant denial, of course, being embarrassed that she was even bringing up the topic. But for a few moments she got a little firm with me, demanding to 'know the truth,' adding that she'd been hearing things at night. Feeling defensive I kept up with my denials, and that's when I saw your mother's attitude suddenly change." 

"Chang in what way?" Katy was hanging off my ever word. I was pleased with how easily my tale came out. 

"Well, she sort of looked like how you looked just a few minutes ago: shocked, pale, frightened." 

"I still feel that," Katy exclaimed. "I don't know how I'll get to sleep tonight." 

"When I saw your mother get like that, I suddenly began to put it all together. I knew, of course, at that point that you and Jack were...well, you know. And I realized from your mother's perspective that if I was being honest about having never been with you, then that only left your brother. I suppose another suspect could be your father, but his alibi is of course being in bed with your mother every night." 

Katy paced in a small circle. She said, "I can't see how Mom would be able to accept me being with any of you. But I suppose being with my cousin would be the lesser of evils between my brother or father." 

Another step. 

"Exactly," I said. "Your mother even tried to encourage a confession from me by indicating that she would be more understanding if it turned out we were 'kissing cousins' or whatever." 

With a surprised tone, Katy asked, "Mom said it'd be okay if you and I got together?" 

Oddly enough, my cock swelled at what Katy had just said, but I'm sure she was just asking this objectively at this point. I said, "Well, you know your mother; she's pretty conservative. I don't think she'd ever be fully okay with her teenage daughter in a sexual relationship with anyone, but two cousins could potentially be accepted into open society. Two siblings? No way." 

"But still, you said Mom was offering to let it slide if it was...well, you and me." 

"Not exactly," I said, realizing I had to push a little further. "When she started to indicate that, I realized that I had an opportunity to help deflect the truth about you and your brother. I didn't want to be too obvious about it, but I allowed her to begin getting more suspicious of you and me, knowing that, as we've established, it'd be the lesser of evils." 

"You did that for me, Tom?" 

I smiled sheepishly at her and glanced down. "Well, I told you, I...care for you deeply, Katy, and I didn't want you to get hurt." 

She hugged me again. "I don't know what to say." 

"It's okay," I said, enjoying her embrace. "I'm just sorry we had to get all of this out in the open in the way we did." 

In a very mild tone, Katy murmured, "I'm sorry too, Tom. I was just so freaked out." 

"I know. And it's okay," I said again. 

Katy looked up at me, our faces suddenly close. "So...what the hell do we do now?" 

I swallowed; I had to get this just right. "Well, you already said that you'd quit messing around with Jack. That will certainly help. But...if you want to ensure that any further suspicion about you and him is completely gone, we have to...well, we have to convince your Mom somehow." 

"How?" 

Here was the moment. 

I said, "She needs to...catch us." 

Katy stared at me for a long moment. "Catch us?" she asked. I nodded. "You mean like...in the act?" 

I shrugged, trying to keep my growing erection being discovered by my cousin, who was still half-hugging me. "Well, pretty much, yes." Katy let go and backed away a step. Seeing her clear hesitation, I quickly added, "I don't mean arrange for her to walk in on you riding me or anything that graphic. I just mean, well, it could be snuggling in bed together after hours...or perhaps in an intimate embrace in the laundry room, or—" 

"Or out here," Katy said. 

I blinked. "Excuse me?" 

She was nodding. "Out here. Right now. We've been out of the house for a good twenty minutes, maybe longer. You went out with the trash and I followed, and now we're walking around in the back yard, alone." 

I'd been hoping to arrange something a little more physical, of course, but this was a start. I said, "I suppose you're right." 

"Here," she said, taking my hand and walking me almost to the center of the back lawn. "Make sure we're visible from the house in case Mom is peeking through one of the windows." After guiding me she kept her hand in mine. "I've already hugged you a couple of times. And we're holding hands. This will look good." 




Katy's Boobs Ch. 05



It certainly felt good. 

With a hopeful tone I said, "In case she hasn't even noticed us out here, we'd better plan to be 'caught' doing something in this house later, too." 

"Oh yes," Katy said, her brow now clearly creased in thought. "We'll set that up." 

My heart pounded and my penis swelled at the thought of what we could "set up." But I suddenly thought of a complication. I said, "You know, Jack could be sneaking peeks at us, too." 

Katy scoffed, reverting back to her more normal conceited manner. "To hell with Jack. That's over, and there's not a goddamned thing he can do about it, obviously." 

I grinned. I'd successfully clock-blocked the poor bastard at the river, and now I'd pretty much just made it permanent. 

"Obviously," I said. 

"Come one," Katy said, "Let's go back inside. We'll give Mom another show later." 

Inside the house, my uncle was in the living room, reading a Tom Clancy novel. Jack was in his room, surfing the Internet on his laptop. Aunt Ellen was still in the kitchen, fussing about with putting dishes away, resetting the dining table, etc. If she'd seen any of Katy and me in the back yard, she made no indication of it. Katy muttered something about needing to call Shelly and disappeared into her own room. I approached my aunt. 

In a whisper, she asked, "You two were out there a long time." 

So she had noticed. Excellent. Another step. 

"We're getting along a lot better now," I replied quietly. "In fact, I think she's starting to see me as something a little more than...just a cousin." 

Aunt Ellen glanced over at her husband, who was still quite engrossed in his novel, then back to me. There was a curious mixture of emotions on her face, and I could understand why. We had recently become secret lovers, she and I, and despite the pleasure and passion we'd given each other, and despite the fact that I really did love her, we both knew our sexual relationship could never go on indefinitely. To my utter amazement, it was toward my own cousin Katy that Aunt Ellen was wanting to steer my affections—and lust. In the bizarre logic of it all, my aunt considered this a far less taboo situation than the thought of Katy and Jack, brother and sister, having a physical relationship. 

"I'm...I'm glad to hear that," she said at last. She touched my face for a moment, probably realizing that she would probably never get more physical than that with me again. 

I advanced yet another step: "There's a way you can help the situation along." 

"How so?" 

I moved with Aunt Ellen to the kitchen sink, and we made as if to wash and dry some pots and pans together, something we've been seen doing more than once. With my voice volume barely over that of the running water, I said, "Without exactly telling me directly, Katy indicated that she's worried that you may suspect that something funny's happening between her and Jack." 

"Well," Ellen said somewhat flatly, "she's right." 

I nodded and continued, "I think the best way to ensure that she'll never mess with Jack again, and, in turn, reassure her that having a relationship with me is okay, would be for you to..." I trailed off. Was I pushing it too far? 

"For me to what?" Aunt Ellen was asking. 

"You need to...catch us." 

Her eyebrows raised. "Catch you?" In a moment it dawned on her, and her face went into an expression of surprise, and then she actually blushed. Composing her self, she asked, "How exactly am I supposed to do that?" 

"Tonight," I said, becoming quite presumptively bold now, "I will visit Katy in her room. I will encourage her to let me, I don't know, snuggle with her or something. As long as it's intimate. And then you can walk in on us." 

Another mix of emotions swept over my beautiful aunt's face. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, so it was easy to read her. In their own unique waves I read envy, annoyance, hopefulness, even a little eagerness. And eventually she started nodding. 

"What time?" she finally asked. 

"About an hour after everyone's gone to bed." 

* * * 

A little after midnight I felt a profound sense of déjà vu. As on that first fateful night shortly after Katy's 18th birthday, when I'd snuck into her room with the sadistic purpose of seeing her boobs, I was once again rising slowly, very slowly, from my futon in Jack's room. Earlier I'd heard Jack really tossing back and forth, most likely from frustration over whatever Katy had told him, definitely something about not being allowed to sneak into her room tonight or ever again. Fortunately, like his sister, once Jack nodded off he was pretty much dead to the world. It was time for me to make my move. 

Dressed once again only in boxers, I quietly made my way into Katy's room. I approached her bed, allowing my eyes to work in the near darkness, listening to her breathing. I expected it to be heavy, deep, as it always sounded when she was completely asleep. But instead of breathing I heard her soft whisper. 

"Tom?" 

"Yes," I said, suddenly nervous. 

She let out a sigh of relief, which calmed me. I guess she'd been worried that Jack would have persisted in sneaking into her bed again. In an almost soundless voice she asked me about the guy, and I informed her as quietly that Jack was sawing logs like nobody's business. 

"What about Mom?" she asked. 

"I'm pretty convinced she'll come in here if she hears noise," I said. 

"Then we'd better make some." My heart started thumping. "Come here," she added. 

I climbed onto the bed, finding some space next to Katy. She was under a single sheet; it was a hot night. I found myself pausing, suddenly unsure of how to continue. How far was Katy willing to go in order to "sell" to her mother that she and I were an item? 

Katy spoke up first, whispering, "I guess you'd better get under the covers with me. If Mom walks in now it could look like we just fell asleep talking." 

"Okay," I heard myself say. 

She lifted the sheet and I got under there with her. I felt her warm naked legs touch mine. Ironically, I had already fucked my cousin, but she'd thought it was her brother, so I had to remain very tentative as to how I would snuggle up against her. In the dark, however, I ended up touching her in various places as I settled in, and I could tell that she was in her typical night-time outfit: panties and a t-shirt. No bra. Katy was less shy about things, and I felt her reach back and slide her hand along my thigh, hip and naked ribs. 

"You're just in boxers," she whispered. I swallowed, wondering if I'd pushed things a bit far. But she added, "Good. This will help sell it." 

We then lay there for several minutes. She was probably wondering, as I was, just what specific physical things we should be doing, and for how long. We would eventually have to make a little more noise. 

"I should probably be a little more...exposed." Katy said. I wondered what she was referring to specifically, but I got my answer: she shifted around and lifted her shirt over her head, dropping it to the carpet. There wasn't as much moonlight coming in tonight through the window as there had been that first fateful night, but just knowing that Katy was topless again, exposing her massive, wonderful breasts was enough to get my blood boiling. 

I grew a erection. Katy felt it push against her rear. 

"I supposed that's inevitable," she murmured. But she made no move to distance herself. "Put your arm around me," she instructed. I slowly reached around and she took my hand and pushed it so it rested along her torso, just below her breasts. The deliberate movement by her reminded me that we were hear to play a scene, but we were far from being lovers. 

Several minutes went by, and I held her. I felt her steady rhythm of breathing, the warmth of her skin, the "pain" of sporting a permanent erection that continued to press into her ass cheek. 

Katy spoke up again, and when she did, her voice was a little louder. She was beginning to allow our sounds to attract her mother. "I still can't believe you fucked Shelly." My only stunned response was physical: my cock twitched. Katy continued, "And I'm still pissed that you were spying on us before." 

"I'm sorry," I managed to croak. 

"Did you really see us do everything?" she asked. "You really saw us going pee?" 

"Yes." 

"Did that...did that actually turn you on?" Again I didn't answer verbally, but again my cock twitched, and Katy said, "My god, Tom, you really are quite the perv, aren't you?" 

"It was stupid of me, Katy, I'm sorry." 

I felt her shrugged. "No, I suppose what you did was typical. Boys have spied on girls from caveman days. What was stupid was Shelly getting all porn star on you after you got caught." 

I grinned in the dark, and I didn't mind my cock twitching yet again. It was definitely an amazing experience. I reflected for a moment of the image and feeling of Shelly riding my cock right there in the river, but my reverie was broken by Katy actually pushing her butt back against me. It was the first time she'd moved her body against me. It was enough to adjust the angle of my cock slightly, and I felt the head and then shaft poke out of the slit of my boxers and settle against Katy's panty-clad bottom. 

She said, "Do you think she's prettier than me?" 

"I'm sorry?" My throat was dry. 

"Shelly. Is she prettier than me?" 

My poor cousin Katy. Despite this whole situation, me here in her bed with her, hoping her mother would walk in on us, she was as self-centered and self-conscious as ever. 

"No," I said truthfully. "You are both beautiful girls, but I have always considered you much, much more beautiful." 

Katy twisted her neck a little to face me in the dark. "Really?" 

"Katy, you're the sexiest, most beautiful girl I've ever known. I mean it." 

She wiggled her ass against my cock. I sighed with pleasure. I let my arm work further up her body, so I was in essence "supporting" her large breasts on them even though we were on our sides. 

"You're sweet, Tommy," she said. I held still. Being called "sweet" was not exactly what I wanted to hear at the moment, but she went on. "I've always been kind of a bitch to you, I know. And Jack isn't exactly Mr. Nice Guy. But you've always been sweet. And gracious. I've seen you with Mom." 

My heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, but I quickly realized she meant in general, not specifically. 

"...helping her with the dishes," Katy was saying. "Some yard work. Always willing to earn your keep whenever you visit here." 

If you only knew, I thought to myself. If you only know the things I've done to your mother to "earn" my keep... 

Katy said, "I can see why Mom would like to see us hook up. Obviously I can never have a romantic relationship with my brother, and the few other boys I've dated have been all been idiots." She paused, then added, "You've been wanting to do that for a long time, haven't you?" 

I'd begun massaging one of her massive breasts. 

"Yes." 

She giggled. "Well, you've got your hard dick practically about to poke a hole through my panties, so I shouldn't be bothered by you squeezing my boobs." 

"They're amazing, Katy," I breathed in her ear. 

She smiled with a light sigh, then shifted slightly, exposing her mounds more fully to me. "Have at 'em, cuz. You can play until Mom catches us." 

I didn't need to be told twice. Despite the pleasurable feeling of having been able to press my cock against her ass, it was, after all, Katy's Boobs with which I'd been obsessed from the time they'd first formed on her chest. I shifted to a position that straddled my cousin, and I began to knead and massage and squeeze her glorious tits like it was the last time I'd ever get to do so. Katy watched me in the dark and lightly giggled at how childishly and selfishly I was enjoying the feel of them, the bulk of them, the firmness, the...everything! 

After a few minutes Katy said, "Well hell, I should get a little fun out of this too!" And with that, she reached down and wrapped one of her small hands around my cock. "Let's see what Shelly had so much fun playing with this afternoon." I practically came right then, it was such a shock, such a wonderful shock, but I managed to keep it together. 

"I can see why Shelly enjoyed you," Katy purred as she played with my dick. In fact, she was playing with only about half my dick, the portion that was sticking out of my boxers. When she tried to get her fingers in there to feel my balls she grew tired of the restriction of my underwear and told me to take them off. I reluctantly let go of her boobs and wiggled around until I could get my hard dick back into the hole of my boxers and then slide them down off of me. I immediately re-straddled Katy, and she went straight back to my dick with her hands, this time encircling the shaft with all of her fingers. 

"Jesus," she hissed, "I can barely get my fingers around you!" 

I could only grin in the dark and give her a fresh burst of precum in response. 

"Shelly's such a skinny little thing," Katy said as she stroked me. "I can't believe you fit inside her." 

I kept grinning. She sounded jealous. Then I said, "You should take your underwear off too." I'm wasn't sure she'd go for that. There was certainly no reason to. We were already naked enough to sell our scene should anyone walk in on us. But Katy surprised me once again. 

"Okay." 

I lifted off of her so she could shimmy her panties down and off her legs. Then I settled upon her again and felt my heavy balls come into warm contact with her dark thatch. I was now fully naked in bed with my cousin Katy. The déjà vu was there again, but this time it was even better: Katy knew it was me, her cousin Tom, who was naked in bed with her. And she seemed to be enjoying it! 

I let my body slide down her slightly, then I pushed the length of my hard shaft against the outside of her neatly trimmed pussy. We both let out sighs of pleasure as our mutually carnal instincts began kicking in. I was drunk with lust now, all nervousness gone. I wanted this young woman...again. I started to shift one of my legs to begin parting hers, but my cousin surprised me by gripping my ass cheeks hard. 

"Oh no," she said. "You're not getting in me without a condom. You've probably already knocked up Shelly!" 

Being reminded of the need for safe sex cleared my mind a little, but what she said also got me even more excited. It could easily be interpreted that if I did have a condom right now, she'd let me fuck her! I was so overcome with such a thought that I immediately dropped down, pressing my naked chest against hers, and kissed her. 

I kissed Katy for all I was worth. And although she froze under me in surprise for a moment or two, I felt her body gently relax, and before too long she was returning my kiss. The kiss was so fresh and unique that we actually forgot we were naked for a few minutes. It was very passionate, and it even felt desperate on Katy's part. It was as if she was realizing how much she'd been wanting to kiss me for a long time. Her eagerness to kiss me was so powerful she actually pushed me over, becoming the one on top doing the straddling. 

I lay back and took it. She grabbed my head in her hands and practically choked me with her tongue, only coming up every several seconds for a breath and a sigh of pleasure. Without really thinking of what she was doing, she grinded her hips down against mine, her wet pussy was pressed firmly against the length of my cock, pushing it against my own abdomen. She grinded her hips forcefully, and I sensed that at some point she even gave herself a little mini-orgasm, because she suddenly squealed with pleasure in my mouth, and I felt a fresh burst of warm moisture against my cock. 

As I kissed her back I kept one hand on one of her magnificent boobs, never ever wanting to let it go, and I let my other hand roam her body, her legs, hips, ass...where ever I wanted, and she wasn't stopping me. Down between us, a heady mixture of my steadily oozing stream of precum and her orgasmic flow was making us slick and ready. I did my best not to encourage such a thing, but the way Katy was grinding against me it was only a matter of time before the head of my dick caught the opening of my cousin's pussy at just the right angle, and on one of her downward presses against me, my cock when up and into her. 

Katy gasped and pulled her face off of mine. In the darkness I could see her eyes white and round in surprise. "Tom, no—" She squirmed, but that only succeeded in ensuring I was now fully buried into her, up to the hilt. She was as tight and hot as I'd remembered. 

"Holy Jesus you're huge!" she hissed. "You can't—you can't be in me!" 

I reluctantly released my grip from her one breast to take hold of either side of her naked hips with my hands. I grunted, "I'm sorry, Katy—but if you keep moving like that I'll—" 

Before I could finish what I was saying we both froze (with me still inside her) as we heard movement from the hallway. I expected Katy to lift off of me, but instead all she did was pull the sheet up and sit up straight, still impaled on my length but covering her nudity from whomever was about to enter. 

One second later, Katy's bedroom door opened, the light switched on, and Aunt Ellen was staring at us, her eyes wide in shock, her hand to her mouth. 

"Katy," she hissed. "Tommy! Explain yourselves!" 

The shocked look on Katy's face wasn't because her mother had walked in—we'd been expecting that. 

It was because I was cumming inside her.



Katy's Boobs Ch. 06



CHAPTER 6.

The fact that I was cumming was a surprise to even me! Only hours earlier I'd enjoyed an amazing sexual encounter with Katy's friend Shelly at the river—all while Katy had been watching, even masturbating as she watched. Not only had I blown one load all over the girls after the manipulations of Shelly's hand and mouth, not 20 minutes later I then got to shoot one of the biggest loads of my life directly into the unprotected pussy of my cousin's best friend!

But here I was, ejaculating into yet another unprotected womb—my cousin's—only a few brief moments after entering her. And I was doing it at the very moment Katy's mother, my Aunt Ellen, was standing there watching us, aghast.

I could only chalk it up to nerves from being in such a surreal and erotically taboo scene: my Aunt Ellen, with whom I'd been having my own separate secret sexual relationship, had just walked in on me naked under the sheets with her own daughter, my cousin Katy. Nobody was moving; we were all frozen and staring at each other.

Well, no one was moving any limbs, but my dick was at this very moment pulsing jet after jet of warm semen into my cousin's vagina. Of all the times to suffer from premature ejaculation, this was probably the worst. But as shocking as it must have been for Katy to feel me ejaculating inside her, she seemed to want her mother know nothing about it because she remained like a stone, her body's own sexual reaction betrayed only by the fact that I could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing my throbbing cock as it coughed up its potent seed.

"I will ask you again," I heard Aunt Ellen saying from what seemed like far, far away. "What are you two doing?"

I don't think I could've formed words right now if I tried, my mind was so muddled and intoxicated by the exquisite orgasm I'd just had, which was only just now beginning to subside. As I felt Katy's pussy continue to make sperm-milking contractions around my still-hard shaft, I heard her whimper and sigh only just slightly before she managed to speak up.

"Mom! I'm sorry, but you shouldn't be in here!"

Incredulous, Aunt Ellen turned away from us just long enough to close the door behind her, lest anyone else hear the commotion and come in here. The rest of the conversation took place in hushed but impassioned voices.

Ellen said, "I'm your mother, and I can be anywhere I please. But the same cannot be said for Tom being in your bed!" Fortunately, from my aunt's visual perspective, that's pretty much all it appeared to be: I was just "in bed" with Katy. It was pretty clear that neither of us had on much (if any) clothes, but I don't think Aunt Ellen suspected that Katy and I were technically in the very present act of intercourse. I also knew that no matter what the two of us were doing under the sheets, my aunt had to keep her "outrage" balanced by the fact that it was partly her idea (heavily influenced by me, of course) that I should hook up with my cousin!

Katy quickly found her characteristic sense of defiance. She said, "We're both adults, Mom. What we do in private is our own business."

"But Tom is your cousin, Katy!"

"I don't care. I love him."

Aunt Ellen blinked at this and actually took a step back. The words were surprising in and of themselves, but they would have a much more powerful punch against this older woman who was, in essence, also my lover. And had I not been currently stuck underneath (and still inside) Katy, I would have done the same thing.

Love?

While my aunt seemed to struggle with what to say next, I looked at Katy, who turned from her mother to look down at me. While holding my gaze with a very pleading look, she said to her mother: "And Tommy loves me too. Don't you, Tommy?"

"I..." I stammered. "Yes...yes, I do."

Katy turned back to her mother. "We've been wanting to tell you and Dad for some time, but we were worried that you wouldn't approve." She added, "On account of us being cousins."

My freshly post-orgasmic mind began to catch up on the situation. Katy was putting her own master plan into effect. By getting caught by her mother, and implying that Katy and I had been having a secret fling for some time now, it would dash her mother's fears that Katy had actually been sleeping with her own brother, something far, far more taboo than a fling between cousins. Of course, Katy didn't know that in the last week I'd also begun a sexual relationship with her mother. Even the most flamboyant telenovela on Mexican TV couldn't hold a candle to this web of affairs!

Now it was a question as to how my aunt would process this information and move forward. She was not a stupid woman, and it was more likely that Katy had over-played her hand, actually proving in a twist of irony that it was indeed her brother, and not me, who had been her ongoing sexual partner. But if Ellen played her own cards correctly it could sort out what would be to everyone's liking: 1) get Katy to stop fucking her own brother, 2) get Katy to start dating a good boy for a change (me!); 3) provide an appropriate partner for me so that Aunt Ellen and I could let our own taboo affair sunset quietly.

All this seemed to be churning in my aunt's brain, and when she next spoke, her voice was very calm. "Katy, I'm sorry that I intruded upon your privacy, but although you're now eighteen you should know that the boundaries of this household still apply to you while you choose to live here."

"But Mom, I—"

Ellen held up a hand. "Shh—let me finish." She glanced at me, then back to her daughter. "I wouldn't approve of you bringing some random boy into your bed under this roof, so it's not appropriate that you do this with your cousin, either. Be more respectful about your proclivities in the future, and I will try to be more tolerant.

"As for you dating Tom, well, I will speak with your father about this tomorrow morning, and we'll decide how we'd prefer you to proceed with this. I won't tell him about...about this," she gestured our bodies entwined under the sheets, "but he's going to have to know sooner or later that you two have...feelings for each other."

Aunt Ellen looked directly at me again. "In the mean time, Tom, I would like you to go back to your own bed and respect my wishes that you act more like a gentleman when you're in my home."

I swallowed and nodded. "Yes, ma'am." I also gave a little wince, because I felt my penis finally beginning to go flaccid again, and I knew it would soon slip out of my cousin's vagina.

My aunt held my gaze for a long moment, definitely an odd assortment of emotions flashing in her eyes, and then she looked back into Katy's face. "Do I make myself clear?"

Katy glanced down at me. As untimely as it had been for my penis to ejaculate inside her, at that moment it chose to slip from her snatch. I could feel my warm semen oozing out, dripping down her thigh and onto my own crotch and balls.

Katy quickly looked at her mother, masking yet another odd sigh, then nodded. "Yes, Mom."

Aunt Ellen folded her arms, then unfolded them. There was suddenly nothing else to say, so she simply finished with, "Okay...good night, then." She opened and closed the door behind her but left the light on. I stared up at my cousin Katy as she let the sheet slide off of her, exposing her glorious nudity to the light for the first time tonight. Despite having just orgasmed, the sight was enough to make my semi-flaccid cock to twitch, and Katy took notice.

She glanced down between us, where our bodily fluids were soaking our midsections. She looked at me and said, "Are you kidding me?" I could only blink back. She hissed, "You fucking came inside me, Tommy!" 

"I'm sorry." All I could stammer.

"You're no better than Jack—" Catching herself just a little too late, she slapped her hand to her mouth. She'd instinctively compared me as a lover to her own brother, which was of course rather awkward. I didn't take any offense to it. In recent days I'd proven that I could, in fact, hold out quite long enough to give powerful orgasms to all three of the women I'd fucked—Katy (the first time), Aunt Ellen, and Shelly—and if by some miracle I got another chance to fuck Katy I'd show her what a long-lasting cock really felt like!

Katy slid off of me so that we were now laying side-by-side, staring up at the ceiling. The sheet had been kicked down to our ankles, and to my pleasant surprise Katy now seemed wholly unconcerned that I could see 100% of her naked form. I suppose she'd rationalized that once a guy got to fuck her there was little point in shying away from simple nudity.

In the several moments of silence that followed, I found that a knot, which had been forming in my stomach, was now abating. Knowing how worried Katy was about unprotected sex, I had been subconsciously preparing for her to claw my eyes out the moment her mother walked out of the room. This calmer version of Katy was not what I'd expected.

"If you get me pregnant, I'm going to kill you," she murmured.

Ah, there was the spark.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked.

"In a few minutes, yeah," she replied. "I'm sure Mom's still awake, and she'll be waiting to hear the sound of you returning to your room."

I shifted to my side so I could look at her. Not just at her beautiful naked body, but at her. She turned her head, and I saw an oddly puzzled look on her face.

"What is it?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

She frowned. "I just feel like...there's just some sort of familiarity about this."

My mind flashed to that first night when I'd anonymously fucked her. Had I made such an impression on her that being inside her again this time reminded her of it? I knew that my cock was significantly longer than Jack's, by at least a good couple of inches, and definitely thicker. But it wasn't like I could say, "Well, it's familiar because I'm the one who fucked you that night, not Jack." Katy would probably consider that outright rape, and I would definitely feel her wrath then!

Before I could come up with any sort of comment out loud, Katy added, "Maybe I'm just transposing what I did with you with what I watched you do with Shelly."

I shrugged. What else could I say?

Katy suddenly turned toward me, so we were both now on our sides, facing each other. I dared to gaze at her lovely large breasts as she spoke again. "You're one lucky bastard, aren't you, Tommy?" To my questioning look she added, "Fucking both Shelly and me. On the same day!"

"Katy, I—"

"No, don't say anything. It's okay. We both let you do it. I'm just annoyed that you came in me. Consider this the Fantasy Day of your Life, whatever." She suddenly glanced down my body. I wondered if she was studying my cock, which was still slick with our juices, still semi-hard and looking mean and thick across my thigh. But I actually saw her eyes get slightly misty. She murmured something so softly I couldn't understand.

"I'm sorry?" I asked gently.

"I said, would you rather have her?"

"Her? You mean Shelly?"

Katy looked back up to me. "Yeah. She's quite the little slut, she'll probably want to make you her little boy toy now. And...she's not related to you."

I reached up a hand and gently touched her chin, focusing her gaze on me. "Katy," I said, "I would rather have you. I would rather have you a million times over. I have always wanted you."

It was true. This whole incredible summer of sex had all started with my obsession with Katy. Shelly was a great fuck, but I knew nothing could ever come of that. What Aunt Ellen and I had shared had been fueled by lust, but I really did love her, and the close aunt-nephew relationship I shared with her was far more powerful than the fleeting impulses of sex. And of course to try to "date" my aunt could never even be considered remotely possible. So it circled back to Katy. She was kind of a bitch, and she was selfish, but she also had a bit of a self-esteem issue, and if I could truly make her mine perhaps I could help her with that, make her a better person. And as for me, I'd have the object of my desires as my lover for as long as I could.

Katy broke my reverie by leaning forward and kissing me. It was a warm and loving kiss. I returned it gladly, hungrily. I felt my cock begin to stir, and as it straightened it touched Katy's leg. She backed away and looked down at it. 

"That's a goddamned monster," she said with a chuckle. "But I'm afraid that's all you get for tonight. I just know Mom's gonna bust in here again if you don't scoot."

I nodded, disappointed but fully understanding. "I wish I could have lasted longer," I said, given you more pleasure."

To my surprise, Katy blushed deeply then said quietly. "You did." I raised my eyebrows and she added, "I don't know how you did it, but when you came...so did I."

"Really?"

She nodded, giving me a genuine grin. "It wasn't exactly earth-shattering, but that's probably a good thing because I was barely able to contain my composure when Mom walked in."

"Wow." I meant it: wow!

"You're pretty amazing, Tom," she said. "I don't know...maybe we can really give this dating thing a try?" My cock flexed in answer. Katy giggled and reached for my member, giving it a teasing squeeze. "Yes, perhaps we will give this a try. But not again tonight!" She let go of my cock and gave my bare ass a playful spank. "Now get out of here, you pervert!"

***

I slept in late the following morning, and I was glad to do so. By the time I roused out of bed and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt most everyone was gone. Jack and my uncle had gone to work, as usual. I found Aunt Ellen in the kitchen, as usual, and she explained that Katy had left early to Shelly's house. (I could only imagine what those two girls would be talking about today!) I deduced that Katy was smartly making herself scarce until she knew the way the wind blew with her parents. But I had no escape. I had no where to go, and I was alone with my aunt. I would face the music with her.

With a desire to man up and confront the situation head-on, I cleared my throat and began, "Aunt Ellen—"

"I've made you some pancakes," she said quickly, gesturing the kitchen table. I stared at her for a moment, then slowly sat down to breakfast. For several silent moments I had a few bites of the buttermilk deliciousness, washed down with some fresh OJ. The whole time my aunt watched me while leaning up against the kitchen sink, thoughtfully sipping coffee. Clearly, we were going to have the obligatory conversation when she felt like having it.

Which actually came sooner than I expected.

She blurted, "Did you have sex with Katy last night?"

I paused, forkful of pancake halfway between the plate and my mouth. I looked at her, setting down my fork.

"Were you actually doing it when I walked in?"

What could I say? Why hide the truth? I nodded.

Aunt Ellen looked down at her coffee, then turned and poured it into the sink. She set down the mug with a loud clink. "You really work fast, don't you?" she said, her back still to me.

"I'm sorry," I said, pitifully. Even more pitifully I added, "We didn't mean to at first."

Still not facing me, my aunt coughed out a disbelieving, "Ha." I just sat there, waiting. After a few moments my aunt looked up from the sink and gazed out of the window above it. She asked, "Do you really love her?"

"As a girlfriend? No...not really."

"I see." She finally turned, studying me. "She just really wanted to sell it, didn't she?" I nodded. "Which means she and Jack really were—they were actually—"

Quickly, I said, "For what it's worth, that's over. Absolutely over. Katy swears by it."

I don't know whether or not my aunt fully heard or registered what I'd just said, but in the next moment she was throwing her hands to her face and sobbing. I jumped up and took her in my arms, and she embraced me and buried her face into my shoulder, letting the emotions pour from her. I gave her all the time she needed, occasionally reaching up to stroke her soft hair or give her a reassuring kiss on the top of her head.

Eventually she was able to control the racking sobs, and she leaned back a little. Her eyes were red and moist, and her cheeks were shiny with tears. I was just able to reach a roll of paper towels and tore one off for her. She did not shift out of my loose embrace when she lifted the towel to her face to clean herself up a bit. She tossed the used towel aside and then intertwined her arms back around me.

Sniffing, she said, "Will it work? Will Katy be with you now and stop having...stop messing with Jack?"

"Yes." I added, "Well, I don't know how well Katy and I will work out, but I guarantee you that she and Jack are done."

"Oh, thank God." She hugged me, clearly appreciating that this one part of the soap opera of incest was over. She looked up at me again and asked, "You don't think you and Katy will work out?"

I found it surprisingly difficult to talk about Katy while embracing my aunt. Oddly enough, I knew in that moment that I would never truly fall in love with my cousin. In fact, if there was anyone I felt a true passion for, a true emotional desire, it was my aunt right here in my arms.

She was still waiting for an answer, so I said. "Unless there are any parental objections, I think Katy and I have a good chance at enjoying a classic summer fling, but I can't see it going any further."

"I see," Ellen said. "Well, I actually haven't spoken to your uncle about this yet. But I'll make sure he understands and allows it, if that's what you want."

"Katy will be expecting it now," I said evasively.

My aunt nodded. "Okay." She leaned into my shoulder again and tightened her embrace. I tightened back. When she spoke again her voice was slightly muffled, "This probably means we should let you focus on Katy now, and you and I can, well, get back to normal."

I swallowed. "If that's what you want," I said weakly.

She leaned back and looked up at me, our faces very close. "It's what's best, Tom. We can't be lovers, and you know it."

"I know."

"Besides," she said, "how could I possibly compare to Katy? I'm over twice her age, she's got that impossibly tight little body, while I—"

"Aunt Ellen."

She blinked, realizing I was gazing directly into her eyes.

I said, "I love you. I will always love you, and I will always respect you, no matter what. You know that, right?"

Her eyes got misty again. "Oh, Tommy...I love you too. Thank you." We embraced once more, and with that now familiar muffled voice, I heard my aunt say, "Tom, will you...could you possibly...may I experience you one more time?"

My heart immediately began pumping faster, and I felt my penis begin to swell.

Squeezing her tightly, letting her feel my growing erection, I said, "I would love nothing more."

The next moment found us kissing deeply, as lovers, and we took our time with it, tasting each other, luxuriating in the emotions. I had not expected to be able to be with my aunt again in this way, so I wanted it to last forever.

As we kissed we began to slowly start undressing each other, a couple of buttons here, a zipper there. Eventually we were both topless, and my aunt crushed her large wonderful breasts against my naked chest. I slid down to my knees and took one in my mouth, nibbling on her hard nipple, lathering her creamy skin with my saliva.

To my surprise, my aunt actually stopped me, gently pulling my head from her chest. I looked up at her. Her eyes were dilated with lust.

"Not here," she was saying. "Take me to bed, Tom. Make love to me this one last time as the sweet gentleman that you are."

For a brief moment I wondered which bed she wanted, and to my pleasant surprise we went into her bedroom, where the only nice big king size bed was located. I stood and watched as my aunt pulled back the blankets, then with her back to me began pulling down the loose shorts she'd been wearing, along with her panties. I as I watched her ass, reminded of the first time I'd spied on my aunt's plump rump through the vent. 




Katy's Boobs Ch. 06



We were both fully naked now, and my aunt stood there, back still to me, and waited. I stepped up behind her and embraced her, pressing my body to hers, enjoying the feeling of my massive erection sliding up the crack of her ass. I planted soft wet kisses all over her neck and shoulders while lovingly kneading her huge tits. I was desperate to be inside her again, but I maintained my effort to draw this out as long as I could. I instinctively knew this would be the last time I would have sex with my beautiful Aunt Ellen. I wanted it to be memorable for both us.

She was the one to make the next move, finally turning to face me. She gave me one long deep kiss and then lowered herself so that she was sitting on the side of the bed. Her face was now at the same level as my cock, and she surprised me by reaching up and gently grasping the base of my shaft. Even more surprising was when she leaned forward and began licking the tip of my cock, which was oozing with precum. She lapped it up as if sucking on sweet nectar, then she went further and drew the head and good portion of my shaft into her soft mouth.

For several minutes I simply stood there and selfishly enjoyed the pure ecstasy of fellatio from my aunt as her head bobbed back and forth. As she was clearly out-of-practice with giving head, I couldn't claim it was the best blowjob in the world, but she was eagerly making an effort to bring me as much pleasure as possible, and my heart went out to her for it. I entwined my fingers into her hair and very gently guided her head back and forth. She was only able to get about half of my penis into her mouth, but she used her hands as well, one to grip the exposed part of my shaft, the other to gently massage my balls. In fact, she was quickly remembering just how to make this feel good, enough so that I eventually had to slow her down, worried that I'd cum too quickly and potentially end things too soon.

She got the message and finally backed her head away from my length, letting the tip of my cock slip out of her mouth then smacking her lips playfully. We both chuckled, and I finally started climbing into the bed as she leaned back. She'd actually gotten me so worked up I knew it would be dangerous to enter her in that moment. I needed a little time to cool off.

So I went down on her.

On the other occasions when I'd had sex with Aunt Ellen, she'd always been a little shy about oral sex. From her conservative roots she must have felt that anything other than more or less "regular" intercourse was something she shouldn't do. We'd enjoyed several positions of sexual intercourse, but again, any oral sex we'd had was always limited and sometimes even a little awkward. 

Not today. Not this final time. This time, my aunt eagerly lay back and spread her legs wide in anticipation. She even propped some pillows back behind her head so she could partially sit up and watch what I was doing. This of course only stoked my lust even hotter, and soon I was very hungrily licking at her pussy, allowing my probing tongue to tease her engorged clit. I gently parted her labia and enjoyed the light tickling sensation of her nicely trimmed pubic hair grazing my nose and cheeks.

I've admitted before that I make no claim to being the best at cunnilingus, but what I may have lacked in technical skill I think I made up for in passion and eagerness. Plus, I found it hard to imagine my uncle doing this for my aunt after so many years of marriage, so as far as my aunt was concerned I'm pretty sure it was the best experience she'd ever had in her life of having a man eat her pussy.

And if there were any doubts about this, they were soon quashed by the fact that my aunt was approaching orgasm. I continued sucking steadily on her swollen clit as I felt her hands being to reach out for my head, her fingers desperately gripping my short hair. Her legs began to tremble, and the moisture from her vagina became more abundant and warm.

"Oh, Tommy," he began gasping, "make me cum, baby. Oh my sweet Tommy make me cum!"

An atomic blast going off outside would not have distracted me from the most direct effort I've ever made in my life to give this woman an orgasm with my mouth. I sucked and licked for all I was worth, and as the moment hit my aunt's thighs tightened around my head, pressing against my ears, but I could still clearly hear her scream out.

"Oh, Tommy! My love, I'm cumming! Oh my love, I'm cumming, oh God!"

It was music to my ears, my beautiful aunt in such open orgasm. I loved her more in this moment than I ever would. But it was a moment that would eventually have to become a memory, because now I wanted nothing more on this planet than to be inside my aunt.

Being a good lover, however, I did my best to wind her down from the massive orgasm she'd just experienced. I knew that if I simply lifted my face off of her without warning it might shock her and stifle the lingering ripple effects of her powerful climax. So for a few minutes more I continued kissing and tonging her pussy, but my ministrations became a steadily slower, gradually lighter. I listened carefully to her breathing, and only when I sensed that it had steadied to a slightly calmer state did I finally back away from her dripping labia.

I began working my way back up her body, dropping the occasional kiss on her thigh, stomach, breasts, chest, chin...and then her mouth. For a brief moment my aunt was surprised to realize that she was tasting her own juices on my lips and tongue. And as we made out, I begin gently, even teasingly, probing the entrance of her pussy with the tip of my red hot cock. I felt my aunt desperately grasp the shaft of my penis and guide it toward her entrance while taking one of her heels and actually pressing it into my ass, driving me forward. I grinned into my kiss with her as I complied with her body language and plunged into her, bottoming out in one powerful thrust.

Aunt Ellen moaned into my mouth, and when I lifted my lips from hers she began crying out, already in orgasm with just the first penetration of my penis into her pussy. I actually held it in there, feeling the tip of my cock press firmly against the woman's cervix, and it was like a small fist inside her, squeezing my shaft as her vaginal muscles contracted.

"Oh God, Tommy!" Ellen exclaimed, "You are so wonderful! So perfect inside me! Oh, my love!"

She kept saying that, "my love," and it only fueled my wonton desire for her. On this day we were in love, we were perfect lovers, and this was going to be the epic love-making of our lives. When I finally began to move in and out of her, I leaned down close to her ear.

"I love you so much, Aunt Ellen. You feel so good, you are so beautiful, so wonderful."

"Oh Tommy, my love. I'm yours. All yours right now. Make love to me. Give it to me, my dear sweet boy."

I needed no further encouragement. I began to piston steadily in and out of my aunt. With each banging thrust she made noises and grunts that came from deep down within her. She was as determined to draw as much pure pleasure from this session as I was. I'd had no trouble bringing her to climax in all the other times we'd had sex, but it seemed like for the first time my aunt was really and truly letting it all out, just going with the magic of the moment and abandoning all worry and fuss about what reality would have in store for us when this was over.

Thrust, I thrust hard, damned hard, into my lover. I felt like an animal, like a beast as I plowed into her in the classic Missionary position. Ellen kept her legs up and clasped around my back, practically whimpering whenever I'd move out of her even an inch, then crying out in ecstasy each time I pushed fully in, hammering her cervix. The woman would be damned sore after this. Hell, we both would.

I didn't necessarily want to think about the fact that only yesterday I'd fucked two other woman, but I realized that having been able to drain my balls into those girls barely 24 hours ago, I now had the stamina of a champion bull, and I put every ounce of energy and strength I could into fucking the very life out of this woman.

Eventually I lost count of the times I needed to pause and hold myself inside my aunt whenever she orgasmed. My ears were now ringing at all the times she would scream out at the top of her lungs. She very openly let me know whenever she climaxed.

"Cumming again, my love! Cumming again! Oh, Tommy, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"

There was no clock or watch in my field of vision to tell me how long we'd been at it, but conservatively it must have been a good 30 or 40 minutes. Both of us were now slick with sweat. Our hair was wet and the sheets were soaked. And finally, I began to feel the tell-tale tingling in my balls. I'd actually felt it a few times already, but I'd managed to power through and prove to the universe that I could, in fact, hold out for a while. But now it was becoming clear that staving off my own climax would soon be moot. I began to pick up my pace, pounding for all I was worth into my aunt, my lover. She sensed that I was getting near.

"Yes, Tommy," she grunted, "That's my boy...give it to me. Give your aunt your love, all your love."

My cock swelled at that last remark. In earlier sessions, Ellen had made a point of playing down the fact that we were related. Now she seemed to embrace it. I tested the waters as my balls began to boil.

"I love you, Aunt Ellen," I moaned. "Do you like having your nephew inside you?"

Her eyes opened, and she stared at me, her sweaty face a mask of pure lust.

"Oh yes, my sweet young nephew. I love having you inside me. You make your Aunt Ellen so happy, baby!"

"You're gonna make me cum, Aunt Ellen." I pumped even faster. "I have to cum now, my love."

"Ungh—ungh," she grunted, then managed to form words. "Do it, baby. Cum for your Aunt Ellen! Let me feel my beautiful nephew cum!"

I was so close to the edge now, and I pounded into her as if I would die in the next moment. Was she giving me permission to cum inside her? I had to know for sure. I didn't want to ruin it for her if it would freak her out to let me ejaculate into her without protection.

"Gonna...gonna cum now, Aunt Ellen. Where—where can I—"

"INSIDE ME!" she cried out at the top of her lungs. "I want to feel you cum inside me, my beautiful boy!"

"Are you sure, Aunt Ellen?" My balls began to contract.

"Yes! Yes!" she demanded, and she clasped her legs around me even tighter. "Don't you dare pull out of me, Tommy! Fill me with your cum. Feel me with your seed! I need it!"

That was all I needed. My cock expanded one more time, and with a final deep and powerful push, I bottomed out inside my aunt and unloaded.

"I'm cumming, Aunt Ellen!" I cried out. "I'm cumming inside you!"

Thick hot jets of semen blasted out from my cock and deep into her quivering pussy.

"Yes!" she actually cheered, "That's it, baby! Cum in me! I can feel it. Flood me with it, baby!"

She herself orgasmed yet again as I emptied my balls into her body. It felt as if I was injecting my potent seed directly into her womb I was so deep. I could sense it shooting out of me and splashing powerfully into her abused cervix, and now her entire vagina would be flooded with my fresh white sperm.

Together we moaned and bellowed and kissed and clutched at each other as my cock pulsed and her pussy clenched. She milked me for all I was worth, and I ejaculated all I could give. It seemed to go on and on, and of course there was no rush to let it end. Long after I'd finished spewing my semen into her, Aunt Ellen kept her legs locked around me, eager to keep my full length inside her as long as humanly possible.

It was only after several minutes, maybe even more than ten, that I finally began to feel my penis soften. Knowing it would soon be impossible to keep me within her, Aunt Ellen finally relaxed her legs. She sighed as she stretched them; I knew they must have been cramping up. For my part, I finally allowed myself to ease off of her, and we both let out a disappointed groan as my mostly flaccid penis finally slipped from the beautiful home it had dominated all morning.

I rolled over to one side, still breathing quite heavily. We both were, actually. The room smelled of marathon sex and sounded like two people who'd just finished a 20-mile run at full sprint. I closed my eyes and listened to my own heartbeat in my ears, willing it to slow down a little more. Next to me I felt a little movement as Aunt Ellen stirred and sat up. I peeked through one slightly open eye and saw her at first starting at my penis, then over to her own crotch.

"My god," she said, "you really poured it into me this time, didn't you?"

I grinned. "You bring out the best in me, Aunt Ellen."

She gave my penis a light and playful flick, causing me to wince and giggle.

I heard her say, "I'm in real trouble if you've made me pregnant."

Before I could reply we both heard something that had us both suddenly sitting upright in bed in total shock: the voice of another person.

The person was Katy. And she was standing in the open bedroom doorway with Shelly.

Shelly's expression was wide with shock and amazement. Katy's face was deep-red with rage.

And what we heard Katy say was: "That goes for all three of us."



Katy's Boobs



She was willing to fuck her own brother, but she still adhered to the rules of safe sex: no glove, no love. As desperately horny and jealous as I was, I couldn't help but grin in the dark at the frustration Jack would be having tonight.

He said, "Please, baby, I'll be careful, I promise. I'll pull out in time."

Grinned in the dark at the little fucker's frustration.

Katy said, "You know how it is, Jack. I'm not on the pill and there is no way I can let you fuck me without a condom...not again. Come up here so I can suck that big beautiful cock of yours, but we can't have sex now. Oh, God, I'm so horny, Jack!"

My grinned stopped. Getting a blowjob was definitely a nice consolation.

More shifting on the bed, and I could tell that Jack was getting up on his knees, straddling Katy, and the lucky asshole was actually going to get to place his cock between her massive tits while she sucked or rubbed or whatever with his tool. Oh, that bastard.

But then Katy said, "No, wait...Jack...are you sure, are you SURE you'll pull out in time?"

"Oh, yes, baby. I promise."

"Seriously, Jack. You must do it right. You gotta pull out when you FEEL like cumming, not WHEN you start cumming."

"I know, I know. I promise."

This was too much for me. I just HAD to see if I could wiggle out enough from under the bed to at least make out a shadow, a leg, a butt, anything!

"The last time we tried this you squirted in me once before pulling out. I felt it, and it scared the shit out of me for three weeks till I got my period. Not even ONE little squirt can go in me, do you understand?"

At this point, as I slowly slid from under the bed and peeked carefully up the side, I had the feeling that both Jack and I were both on the verge of cumming right NOW just by the erotic chiding words coming out of Katy's mouth. This was simply insane! Jack must've nodded his response, because Katy was speaking again, this time in the lower, sultrier sex-voice she'd used when he'd first woken her up. "That's it, baby, guide it in. No, let me guide that monster in me."

I now had a bit of a view, but not much. I propped myself up on an elbow, my legs still under the bed. I had my shorts down to my knees and I was stroking my cock openly as I caught sight of Katy's naked knee. Just as I'd visualized, she was on her back, legs spread, with her brother Jack entering her in the classic missionary style. Both of their heads were out of view, so I knew they couldn't see me. I was tempted to come up a little further, just a few more inches, to try and catch a glimpse of Katy's tits, but to do so would be to expose my head into Jack's line of sight as he looked down at Katy. He would only have to glance to his left to see his cousin, Tom, staring back up at him as he fucked his sister. Definitely not a good idea.

So I watched Katy's knee as she shifted and moaned. "Oooo, oh yes, Jack, that's it. Slowly now, baby. Make it last. Make your baby sister cum at least once before—"

She got silent suddenly, her knee stopping its shifting motions, and I heard Jack start to grunt. Then Katy again: "Jack, baby, wait...please, you just got it in me. Give me time to—no, no, pull out, Jack." She hissed. "Pull it OUT of me!"

The next sound I heard reminded me of a wet piece of meat being dropped on the counter. It was the sound of Jack's wet cock sliding out of Katy's cunt and slapping against her belly. With what sounded like pained muted grunts, I heard Jack cumming, and cumming hard. I was about to cum myself when something wet and warm hit my face and scared the shit out of me.

I dropped to the floor, realizing I'd made a slight thumping sound, but Jack was still heaving and grunting so I know no one heard anything. I let go of my cock and reached up to my face. With a simultaneous feeling of manly disgust and erotic wonder, I realized that a massive glob of Jack's spunk had managed to clear Katy's belly, clear the edge of the bed and smack me right in the cheek. The rest of it must've blasted all up and down Katy's chest and belly. I wiped the sticky stuff off my face before it ran down into my mouth. I wiped my hand on the floor under Katy's bed after quickly shuffling back under there.

Finally, Jack's weakened voice spoke silently, "I'm sorry, baby. I just couldn't last."

There was silence, then the sound of a hand lightly slapping skin—Katy probably patting Jack's naked ass. She said, "It's okay, baby. At least you pulled out in time. Look at all this cum! You would have flooded me!"

"I told you, I was built up."

She chuckled. "Look at me, I'm covered. You got my arm...oh shit, you got it on my sheets...Jesus, Jack, did you clear the bed?"

His turn to chuckle. "Yeah, I think I got a shot off on your floor. I'll clean it up."

"You'd better, messy boy!"

They settled down for a bit. Several moments clicked by. Afterglow. Well, for Jack that is. I was catching a cold case of Blue Balls. Presently, Katy started to shift under him. She said, "You'd better get back, Jack. I gotta clean this mess up and get some sleep. I don't know how I'm going to get back to sleep though, with you getting me all worked up."

"I'm sorry," he replied in a groggy voice. I could tell his tone; a guy cums that hard, it's hard to stay awake. I knew all he could think about at that point was crashing. Well, the sooner the better. I was getting sick of being cramped under Katy's bed now that nothing further was going to happen.

Katy said, "Tomorrow you'd better stop at the store and stock up on Trojans. I want my fill next time!"

The bed creaked as Jack pushed himself up. "Yes, ma'am," he said. And then one of his feet was on the floor, then the other. I held my breath, ensuring total silence. I heard them both shuffling around up there, Katy probably wiping cum off her body while Jack fumbled around for his boxers...or did the little fucker prance on in here totally naked? In that moment, I had another shock as Jack suddenly dropped to his hands and knees. Before I backed further away under the bed, I got a visual of Jack's skinny form curled over, feeling around for the cum spot. I could see his semi-flaccid penis dangling from a patch of pubes. He'd forgotten about his boxers, if he ever had them, and he was searching for the cum. There would be no reason for him to look under the bed, of course, but if he did, or if he bent just a foot lower and turned even slightly in my direction, there'd be no way he'd miss me. In the next second, I could be toast.

Katy was saying, "Jack...Jack...forget it."

"I can't find it," he replied.

Of course you can't, I thought. You blasted on my face, you fucking faggot.

Katy: "Just forget about it, baby. I'll clean it up in the morning. You gotta get back to your room."

He stood back up and I sensed he was leaning over her again. I heard the light smacking sounds of quick kisses. He said, "You want me to come back later? I'm sure I can last longer this time."

Katy said, "I think you've had your fun for the night, big brother. You're gonna collapse and fall asleep and forget all about me in thirty seconds." She'd adopted a kind of mocking tone, teasing him, testing him.

His final words were, "We'll see." And after a few more kisses, he snuck right back out the door.

Now I was stuck. Katy was awake. Jack was awake. At close to three in the morning, they'd both fall asleep soon, but until then, I was stuck. And I would have to remain here for an extra amount of time to be absolutely sure they were asleep. So I waited...waited...until I dozed off....

Woke with a start. Holy shit, how long was I out? I'd taken my watch off, so I could only guess, but I figured it had to have been at least twenty, maybe thirty minutes. Still a little risky to sneak back into my room. So I listened, listened hard. In the silence, I focused in on Katy's breathing. It sounded heavy, steady. True to form, once she'd decided to go back to sleep, she was out like a light. I wasn't sure how quickly Jack could shut down like that, but at least it would be safe to at least move out from under Katy's bed now, and out of her room. With painstaking care, I moved out into the open at the side of her bed once more. My boxers were still wrapped around my knees. I found it easier to actually pull out one leg and let them fall to the floor rather than try to pull them up while half-lying on the floor. Which meant I was now naked within a couple of feet of the cousin who represented to sole focus of my lust.

As I stood, my boxers sliding harmlessly down one leg, I looked upon Katy, and finally I had the sight I'd sought for so long: well, half of it at least. But I certainly wasn't complaining, because although I still could not see Katy's tits under the wrinkled, cum-stained t-shirt she still wore, her panties had long been removed, and since she hadn't pulled up her blanket, I now found myself staring directly down at the neatly trimmed bush covering Katy's recently fucked cunt.

In the dim light, the dark bush of Katy's vagina stood out starkly against her skin, tan as it was. In seconds, my cock flooded once again with blood and became almost painfully erect. For several moments, I could only stare and salivate. Here I had been obsessed with capturing even the slightest glance at this woman's nipples, yet now I had an unobstructed view of the most holy of holies. It was numbing to my mind.

Entranced, I wanted to have a closer look. I wanted to get right up against that bush. I wanted to smell it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to...God, what DIDN'T I want to do with it? In this lustful state, I had silently moved forward a pace, then two, until the front of my legs was pressing against the side of my cousin's bed. I looked down. Directly in line with my erect cock was Katy's hand, curved up as if to ask if it could cradle my balls. Oh, wouldn't that be nice? But I knew this would never pan out, so I decided to get one last close look at Katy's cunt before getting the hell out of here and back to my futon where I could quietly masturbate a bucket of sperm into a nearby sock.

I leaned down, down toward the center of the universe, for that was now how I saw Katy's vaginal region. This is where time started and stopped. I would never be able to look at this woman in the face again, but for now all I cared about was her crotch. As I leaned down, I leaned forward, and the head of my stiff prick inadvertently brushed against the palm of Katy's hand. I nearly chocked, but before I could recoil away in terror, something most extraordinary happened.

Katy's hand closed around me.

It is difficult to describe how powerfully my heart pounded within my chest as my psyche became overwhelmed with terror, but there I was, my face an inch from Katy's thatch of pubes while her hand gently jerked along my shaft.

"Oh, look who's back...my dear brother Jack," Katy whispered groggily.

In an instant, I figured the situation: Katy was stirring from her sleep and sensed a man back at her bed. Logic dictated that it could only be the brother whom she'd just let fuck her. She had, after all, hinted that he'd be welcome back to finish the job he'd started. But it was also very likely that Katy would soon be opening her eyes to gaze upon the brother who shared in her incestuous pleasure. So I did the only thing I could think to do.

I went down on her.

Jumping fully up onto the bed, I immediately shoved my face right down into Katy's crotch and nervously began feeling for her slit with my tongue. I don't think I could ever claim to be the best at eating a bitch out, but from what I'd heard earlier I certainly couldn't be any worse! The question was, would Katy continue to assume, in her half-sleeping state, that her brother was back, or would the stillness of the night suddenly be pierced with a shrieking scream of horror and shock?

Well, the seconds ticked by, then turned to minutes, and eventually I realized just what the hell I was doing: I was lapping hungrily at my first cousin's vagina! As an animal instinct to please this woman took over, a bit of human DNA remained active to process how I was getting away with this. I actually thought, of all things, about Jack. The thing is, I was about the same size and build as Jack, with a very similar short-cropped haircut. So in the dark, as her body began to writhe in pleasure, Katy assumed it was Jack's hair through which she now ran her fingers. And now that I was here, in the most wonderful place on earth, tasting the most wonderful nectar in existence, I was in it for the distance. If I got caught now, I'd be in just as much trouble as five minutes from now, so I might as well see if I could do better than Jack.

I did. Within minutes, I heard the now-familiar pattern of gasps popping softly from Katy's throat. Her body began to shudder again, and as I teased and tickled her clitoris with my tongue and teeth, I simply kept on doing it, having heard or read somewhere that when the girl is heading toward the point of climax, the LAST thing you want to do is slow down, change direction or move to a different spot. Sure enough, the gasping suddenly jerked into a sharp grunt, and Katy's body suddenly tensed up like a board as she practically ripped my hair from my scalp. My mouth was rewarded with a fresh, warm blast of nectar. Christ, this woman could CUM!

"Holy fuck," she whispered. "Holy fuck holy fuck holy FUCK!"

I gripped her hips, her warm naked hips, as I finally backed my mouth off her labia. My jaw was sore, and I worked it up and down as I planted a few loving kisses on Katy's inner thighs.

She said, "Oh, baby doll, I can't believe it! You finally got me off that way! I'm so proud of you, my beautiful brother."

I could only respond with some more pecks to her thighs. To speak would be to be discovered. I knew now that the moment of truth was at hand, that lives would soon be shattered, but if I could make this moment last just a little longer for this beautiful woman, then I would do my best.

"Come up here," she was saying. "Come up here and kiss me with that mouth. I want to feel my own cum on my own brother." I hesitated, still lapping at her thighs, but she pulled and tugged at my ears and hair. "Please, my baby, please...."

And so I moved up, taking my time, slowly kissing up along her labia again, then her soft pubic bush, then her flat stomach, presenting her only with the top of my head. With selfish relish, I licked and kissed and tasted her skin. It was salty and savory from her previous love-making, but in my uncontrollable state of arousal it was the greatest taste I could ever imagine. And then, and then my good friend, I reached the base of her breasts.

Katy's boobs. The objects of my desire all this time. And now I was upon them, squeezing them, smothering myself between them. I heard my cousin giggle and squeal with delight as I found a nipple at last and succumbed to my passion. This whole time, Katy had been tugging gently at my hair and the side of my head, but once I'd squeezed a hardened nipple between my teeth, she let me stay. And for the next several minutes, what I wished could've been hours, I nibbled and kissed and sucked, back and forth from one to the other, making goddamned motherfucking sure I got my fill before the truth was revealed and the nightmare began.

In the act of devouring Katy's exquisite breasts, I let my lower body relax and press against her, and with a kind of automatic movement, my hips slid strategically between hers, until the head of my penis was actually pressing against her lubricated vagina.

"Oh...Jack," she cooed. "You're ready again for me. And oh so naughty without a condom. Please promise me you'll last longer this time. I need my big brother to be strong."

I moved my head in a nodding motion, not daring to look up at her. I felt her hands move from the sides of my head and slide down my body. There was a new rush of panic in me because I was slightly more muscular than Jack, and I worried that Katy would begin to sense the difference. But in her own lustful state, my pretty cousin either ignored or didn't realize the difference, and her hands finally rested on the cheeks of my ass.

Applying pressure there, Katy whispered, "Now, brother...enter me now."

A nudge, a push, then a thrust, and suddenly I was within her. I was inside my cousin, filling her, fucking her. I was fucking my cousin Katy, and it felt as if the earth itself had stopped spinning. To confirm and fully appreciate this fusion in the space-time continuum, I froze as I held myself within her.

She took this as a good sign, "That's it, baby. Hold it there. Don't cum. Get used to it. Feel yourself inside me and enjoy it."

I listened to her. I needed to. After masturbating almost entirely throughout her first fuck session with Jack, and even before that, I had been ready and willing to blast a load of semen a hundred feet in the air. And that was before I even allowed myself to imagine the thought of fucking my cousin, let alone actually do it. I had no choice but to hold myself inside her. To pump now would be to cum, and I think we've already made clear how pissed this chick would be if I were to cum inside her.

So we held that position, clutching tightly at each other, my face smashed against one of her breasts. It seemed like minutes had gone by...oh why couldn't it be hours! But this was all good, because finally, eventually I felt the initial urge to cum begin to subside. Just slightly, mind you, just slightly. But it was enough to allow me to begin to move gently, with a very subtle rocking motion. I could not yet stand the feeling of moving my cock fully in and out of her pussy without the impulse to ejaculate, but I could at least push myself more deeply inside her, right up to the hilt, until our pubic bones grinding together.

Katy responded to this, "My God, Jack...I'm so proud of you...and you're so deep now. Christ, I can feel you in my guts!"

I grinned against her breast.

Katy continued, "It's like you've grown an inch, maybe two! Oh my God...oh god oh god oh...oh oh...oooooooo...yesssssss....."

The shuddering, the gasping, the harp intake of breath: Katy was cumming. She was cumming by the stimulation of having me, Tom Lenovo, her first cousin, driving his penis deep into her vagina. I was a conqueror, a stallion, a god. I had achieved what that fucker Jack, Katy's own brother, could not. Like a caveman discovering fire, I now experienced the triumph of making this woman climax.

But it would be a short-lived victory, because all of his stimulation was becoming way, way too much for me. I knew I was not going to last long, but since I had managed to give my cousin at least two solid orgasms, I knew I could take care of myself without complaint. So I began to pump, and pump...I began to fuck this gorgeous woman for all I was worth. It was going to be a short fuck, but a good fuck, and already I felt my loins beginning to convulse.

"Remember, baby," she gasped. "Not in me, please not inside me!"

Inside her pussy? No, I would honor that request, but there was another place I could deposit my load, I suddenly realized in my carnal fury. With only a stroke two to go before I knew my balls would blow, I whipped my raging cock from Katy's cunt with a slurping sound and quickly climbed up along her rib cage, straddling her as I knew Jack had done an hour before.

I grabbed for Katy's long silky hair and purposely flung it into her face, clutching at her scalp so she had no way of seeing who I was. And as I'd hoped, as I'd prayed, I felt Katy's hands reach up and grip my wet and dripping cock with her hands, wedging it between her massive breasts. I immediately began pumping again, and with each forward thrust, I felt the head of my cock enter Katy's hungry lips. Making sure her hair was still covering her eyes with one hand, I lifted the back of her head with the other so she could get to my cock with less strain.




Katy's Boobs



In reality, I only made a few more strokes until at last I felt my scrotum clench and a torrent of semen blasted out of my engorged member, directly into Katy's eager mouth. I heard her gag in surprise as the load proved to be much more massive than she would have expected from a guy who'd already had a huge orgasm only a short while ago. But she held on like a trooper, and although a good amount of cum squeezed out from her mouth and down the sides of her chin, she actually swallowed the vast majority of it.

I pumped and she swallowed, and I pumped, and still she swallowed. Finally, with my head spinning and the world reeling, I felt my throbbing member jerk its last drop of cum from my balls. I almost collapsed down to one side, wanting instinctively to curl up next to her and fall asleep in her loving arms. But I managed to regain control at the last minute, and before she could clear her hair from her face, I was sliding off the bed and backing quickly out of the room.

"Thank you, my sweet dear brother," I heard Katy saying softly.

With legs that felt wobbly and weak, I stumbled clumsily back into Jack's room and to my futon. The steady sound of Jack snoring assured me that I was in no danger of being discovered. I collapsed on the futon and crawled sleepily between the covers. In moments, I began to doze with the wonderful sent of Katy's vagina still on my lips. It would be a different world when I woke up. A wonderful, fulfilled world. I had managed to accomplish something no man should ever experience with another blood relative. But I'd gotten away with it. I'd fucked my cousin and lived to tell the tale.

When I woke up late the next morning, everyone else was already up. I could hear them chattering in the kitchen over breakfast. Only then did I realize that I'd left my boxers in Katy's room...