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Trouble Brewing Ch. 01

By: scribbleskillz



Edited by Steve_H

(Author's note: This is my first story and would greatly appreciate feedback. Should I continue, should I stop? What? It has a different flow then most, but I enjoyed that fact of it. Hope you enjoy...)

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This is going to be interesting. My name is Taylor. My last name is, Anderson. I have become victim to the most bizarre of circumstances. If anyone were to tell me of them in the past, I would have called them a.... I'm not sure, but there would definitely be some sort of court order in the end. In order for this to be explained properly, let us meet some of the vital characters. 

Meet Sydney. Sydney is my younger sister. She is nineteen with dark brown hair with the tips dyed blonde. Her eyes are deep amber with eyelashes that cascade around them like a sunflower. They are just barely out of reach of her neatly trimmed eyebrows. Her nose is a perky little thing accented with a simple stud piercing on the left side. Her lips are that luscious upturned kind that look like they are as soft as...something soft. Her tone is taunt. She herself is like a live wire that can hardly keep her cut shape in place. Her breasts are perky and full. Her ass is tight and round. Her stomach is like a wall you'd love to bounce a quarter off of. She is a handful to say the least. 

Meet me, Taylor Anderson. Now I know I told you a little, but this will be the rest. I am twenty one (Held back one year in school -not my fault but that's a different story). I have the same dark hair as my mother and Sydney. I am about 6'1" give or take and 190 lbs. I'm pretty toned and have kept with a regular morning routine of pushups. 

My mother will be described at another time. My father died a year ago, but he was an asshole anyways- moving on. There are others, but they will be introduced as the time comes. So let us go.

It was in the afternoon on a Friday. My last day of class for the semester went great. I aced my last final and I was feeling good. I drove home with a smile and was ready to party. Unfortunately, my car wasn't and it died in the college parking lot. SHIT! Great way to start the summer. This was the last thing I wanted to deal with. So I just bummed a ride from a friend and thirty minutes later, I was home. 

I still live with my mother and sister. After my father died, I never looked at it like I wasn't' ready to move out; just that it would be better if I waited until I felt like my mother could handle it. So that is where I still reside. Besides, it is financially best to take advantage of a situation like that as long as you can. Back to the subject...

When I arrived home, I was greeted with an empty driveway. Not surprising because Sydney would still be at school, and Joanne still at work. So I go to my room and do what any guy does when he is welcomed with this situation. Right away I turn on my computer and begin my prep, almost ritualistically, for a good thirty minutes, to an hour of blissful masturbation. Five minutes later I am sitting down with a cock in one hand, a mouse in the other, watching two girls fuck some lucky prick by a lake. Just when I am about to pour some lotion on my hand to start it off right, I hear the sound of the front door open.

Oh Fuck! My eyes go wide as I look to my own door. To my horror I left it open. I can hear the voice of Sydney down the hallway. Quickly I spring from the chair and ease the door shut just as her laughter gets closer. She must be on the phone. I sit on my bed and try and catch my breath. I can hear her talking through the wall. She must be in her room.

"Why can't you come back for the summer? I mean, it's not like it's unheard of to take a vacation.... Derrik."

Oh she's talking to Derrik. That's her boyfriend who's on the east coast right now. He got a job offering. And to make a long story short, they still keep in touch.

"Yeah...really?"

She giggles.

Slowly I sit back in the computer chair and look at the screen. One of the women is now riding the man as the other masturbates watching the two. This should be my time. Looking to the shared wall, I can almost see Sydney talking on the phone, lying on her bed. Her posters covering the walls, which she is probably staring at.

"Uh-huh...."

I lean against my bed wondering the same question I did for the past twenty years. Why didn't the contractor make thicker walls for this house? I swear they were truly made of paper.

"Me? I'm doing nothing right now...you? Nope, No body's home except me."

I chuckle to myself.

"Hmhmhm...Really? Hmmmmm."

Well this could go on forever. I look down at my depleted cock. Sorry little man. 

"You really want too? I don't know.... It's kinda dirty?"

What was that?

"Okay.... I'm wearing my black spaghetti strap top. Dark jeans and no shoes or socks..."

Are they really about to do what I think?

"Yeah? How's that feel?"

Oh my god! This is unreal.

"I'm running my had down my neck. The fingertips just barely brushing the skin. Gently, I am now sliding the straps down my arm. My sheer black bra can be seen. I'm tracing the edges of the cloth. Slowly..."

I can feel this twitch from down below. My cock slowly starts to come to life. This isn't right. That's my sister.

".... Oh I bet...I have the edges of my shirt now. It is sliding up my skin from the bottom. My fingers brush up against my stomach as I lift it up.... and.... off..."

I turn off the computer and sit on my bed. This isn't happening.

"Now.... My hands are roaming my body. I'm grasping my skin. My palm is sliding over my tight stomach...I'm grabbing my breast.... My tit. It feels soooo good.... yeah? How hard am I making you?"

Looking down I swear I have never been this hard. My cock is pulsating. The veins bulging. I just can't resist. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around my tool and begin to squeeze.

"God that's hot. Oh yeah...oh.... God...I'm sliding my hand downwards. I can feel the waist of the jeans. I'm undoing the top button. And now, the zipper. Slowly it is coming down. God I just want to touch it sooo bad.... please...."

Her voice sounds desperate.

"Pleeeaaase..."

My ear is against the wall.

"I'm sliding them down my legs. I'm left in nothing but my bra and black panties. God they are soaked.... I want a cock in me so bad...."

I'm stroking my tool now. This is just.... damn.

"God yes. I'm taking off my bra. My nipples are like rocks. Ugghhhh...oh yeah...I'm squueeeezeing my tit's. Oh God. Let me...yesss...Oh fuck! I'm so wet..."

I'm pumping away like never before.

"Please. Yes...I am...let your slut...please.... God, yes...Oh fuck I'm taking off my panties. And now...ughhh...."

I feel like I can see her. Looking at the wall, I know she is there on her bed, breasts in all their glory. Beads of sweat running down the cleavage, over her stomach, and into the crevice of her thighs. If only I could see.

"My pussy is sooo wet now. I'm...I'm running my fingers over it.... taking one...inside.... oh God it's soooo goood...uh.... yes...I love it. It tastes so naughty."

Holy Shit! She...Holy Shit!!! I'm not going to last much longer.

"I'm fingering my cunt now...you like that? My CUNT. My PUSSY. Oh it's sooooo wet for you...God I want your cock in me so bad. Oh God. Yes... oh...I'm getting close."

Cum Sydney. Cum so your brother can hear. My damn is about to burst.

"Oh God. I'm... I'm Cumming. Uh.. God! Holy Shit!"

Her screams course through the wall as my groans join hers. I feel my cock tighten as it ejaculates against the wall. Towards her. Towards my little sister. Slumping down on the bed, my cum staining my sheets, I drift asleep...

...............................

The next few days were kinda awkward. We never really sat down and had dinner as a family, but I still came to be in the presence of Sydney quite frequently. In all honesty, I started looking at her in a new light. I noticed how much of a woman she truly had become. Not only that, but any guy who could be with her, is one damn lucky guy.

On the next Monday morning, I woke up early. I don't know why, but couldn't get back to sleep. So I slithered out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen.

"Hey, Taylor. Good Morning."

Looking up, there was Syd. She was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a red cotton jumper that was small and loose. Small enough to show the stomach. Loose enough to sleep in. Frankly, hot as hell.

"Hey Syd. What are you doing up this early?" 

"Mom woke me up on her way out. She had to go pick Aunt Claire up from the Airport. Uncle Jack will be going on a business trip to Paris all summer, so Mom invited Claire and the cousins over for a while."

"When was anyone going to tell me?"

"I just did, didn't I?" she sneered. 

I could swear I saw something weird in her eyes. "So Jeff and Mindy are coming over?"

"Yup. And their special someone's"

This isn't unusual. We have a big house. When family comes to visit, the town seems to follow."Alright", I mumbled as I poured my coffee. "I haven't seen them in a while anyways, so it could be fun."

"Yeah. Maybe. Hey, we could go to the lake, like when we were little." 

"Sounds cool. We'll see."

As I began to walk to the table, something caught my eye. There was something peeking out of the front of Syd's waist."What the hell is that?" I said pointing at her stomach.

"Oh, that!?" she was giggling. "I got a tattoo."

"When?"

"Two days ago. It's still irritated."

"What!? No shit. Well, let me see." I took a seat as Sydney stood up. She placed her thumbs in the waist and started to pull down. "Wait a minute." I began to stammer.

"Oh hush..."

And then she stopped right before her bush should appear. I would have thought it would have started already...unless she shaved it.

"So what to you think?" She asked referring to the tattoo.

The TATTOO!!!! That's what I'm supposed to be looking at. And how I missed it baffles me. There it was. Two small Celtic designs on the very spot where the thighs meet the body. Below the belly button and above the treasures. It was beautiful and focused the attention downwards like a funnel. The edges and inside were clearly irritated because they looked red an inflamed.

"So did it hurt?" I asked staring at a part of my sister I had never seen before.

"Yeah. It did, but not as much now. And it feels weird too. I mean with your hands. The edges are kinda bumped up because of the tracing tool he used. Here feel."

Before I could react, she grabbed my hand and placed it against her skin. Against her pelvis. And I held it there. Her skin felt soft and delicate. The bumps at the edges felt light and like scar tissue. I slowly started to trace the outline starting up high and traveling down. I was able to witness with touch and sight, goose bumps appear on her skin. I could hear her breath suddenly become deep. As deep as my own. And finally, I came to the end of the artwork. I longed to go further down but couldn't. With my fingertips still against her flesh, I looked up into her eyes. 

"Do you like it?" She asked holding my gaze.

"It's...it's really cool." 

"I meant the other night. Did you like hearing me get myself off?"

I couldn't find words. My eyes were wider than was possible. How.... What?!?!?

"I knew you could hear me. I knew you were in there masturbating. I know you always do. The sound can go both ways."

"You knew?....But...

"I saw you shut your door. I had been so horny all day that I was going to get off one-way or another. This was just a fun and spontaneous way." 

"Get yourself off? What about Derek?"

"I haven't spoken with him in at least a month. I was off the phone once I got to my room. But let me tell you this;" Sydney leaned down close so we were almost nose-to-nose. "I haven't cum that hard...ever."

She had that look in her eyes again. Lust. Oh shit. I tried to say something.

"Look, We need cool down for a second."

"Are you sure? You look to be arguing with yourself." She looked down.

Looking down at myself, my cock was at full attention. When the hell did that happen?!? It was then that I also realized I was still touching her. But more then touching. I was working my hand in slow circular movements. I pulled my hand away as if she were on fire.

"Syd...."

"Taylor."

"Let's take a breather, okay?..."

She looked as confused, and horny as I.

"Okay."

"Look, I don't think we should continue what we are right now. It may not be much. But I need to get my head together first."

"I can deal with that. I'm just.... damn.... I'm sorry but I don't know why I'm horny right now! I mean, I shouldn't be. But I am! I mean it is wrong but.... Shit!" Sydney was as frustrated. I was frustrated. 

"I tell you what. Lets just throw our attention elsewhere for a short time. It will also give us time to think about what could happen. Though it could be great, could also be tragic. You follow?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Alright. Good...that's good. I'm..uh..I'm gonna focus on the lake thing. Okay. If you think of anything else that we should get for it, or anyone else, let me know. But until then, I'll be in my room" I started to leave. Then stopped "And Syd...maybe, for right now at least...we should.... maybe warn the other person before we...you know."

She smiled "Okay. But I'm pretty spontaneous about that as I've told you."

"Well bang the wall a couple times then."

"I probably will," she said with a wicked smile. 

"Okay then. Later."

"I'll see you later."

And the rest will follow....

Trouble Brewing Ch. 02



What the hell is going on with me? Two hours ago, my sister and I had a very telling conversation, which quickly lead down a path I am not truly ready to tread. But then again... Maybe I am.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand; planning the trip for my cousins, sister and me at the cabin on the lake.

Well, everything was going great. I found out that the cousins, Jeff and Mindy, would be here for a month. Aunt Claire as well. Also according to Sydney, they would both be bringing their significant other. Well, that is a lot of mouths to feed. So a trip to the local store is a go. Next, transportation.

Well after another hour everything was lined up. It was at that time that I heard a commotion in the living room. Heading down the stairs, I saw my mother, Joanne, first.

Meet Joanne: Joanne is a handful. She is our mother yet acts as young as the kids. She is beautiful, being the main line from which Sydney derived her looks. Dark black hair she keeps just above shoulder length. A thinner jaw line than Syd, but that doesn't count against in the least. Her shape has a little more bulk to it, but she has raised two kids to adults, so that is expected. Final point: She turns heads like the best of them.

Joanne was laughing and chatting with Aunt Claire.

Meet My Aunt Claire: Aunt Claire is the younger and more outgoing version of my mother, Joanne. It is difficult to believe it, but she is. She works out regularly and doesn't stop herself from saying the most shocking of comments. Most guys would be lucky to pass her on the sidewalk. Aunt Claire is a Fox.

What the hell is wrong with me, I'm checking out my own family.

It was right after this little thought that the door opened. 

"Mom.... Mom! Where do you want your things?" Asked Jeff as he came in lugging what looked like all the luggage they brought.

Jeff: Jeff is just barely twenty. He and I were pretty good friends growing up. He's got brownish hair I think. It's kinda dyed funny right now.

Behind Jeff was Mindy. Mindy, sweet Mindy... I need a therapist.

Meet Mindy: Mindy is my cousin as well. She is actually twenty-two. Yet she doesn't look a day over eighteen. She has a nice athletic build. She used to be a track runner. Because she spends a lot of time out in the sun, her skin has a darker hint to it. She has long, straight black/brown hair. As it runs down her spine, you can't help but watch it rest right above the small of her back which acts like the last visual stop before her nice tight ass...She also just caught me looking.

"Taylor!" She cried as she ran up and gave me a big hug. Did she really see me?

"Taylor, how are you? Gosh you look great," she stated.

"Thanks Mindy. You know me, I have my ways. And how are you? You are looking... Jeff! What is happening? How ya been?" 

Jeff dropped the luggage at the door. "Hey, Hey! Taylor, my man." 

The door opened again. Two more people came in, Eric and Janet. Eric was, of course, carrying all the luggage that was left behind. 

"Janet, come here," Jeff called " Janet, meet my cousin, Taylor"

"Hi," Janet said.

Janet: A cutie. Good for Jeff. Blonde, Slim, Great Tits. 

Mindy called for Eric. 

Eric: Looks like a Jock. Short hair. Big build. But a nice guy.

"Hi, I'm Eric. And you are Taylor," stated Eric as he looked down to me.

"Yeah that's me," stated I as I looked up to him.

"Pleasure to meet you."

After all the pleasantries were exchanged. Sydney came downstairs and met the newbies as well. We all had dinner, played a little poker, which somehow became a game of 'Bullshit' (also known as BS). Well pretty much everyone was involved, except Janet and Mindy who were taking a self-guided tour round the house. Once they returned, Sydney and I introduced the idea of the cabin at the lake. Everyone thought it was a great idea, except our mothers. 

"I don't know" Mom said. Claire looked a little apprehensive as well.

"Come on guys. We are all adults and Taylor already went through all this planning," Sydney pleaded.

"Yeah, I got all the bases covered." 

Janet joined the cause "Please Aunt Jo. It's gonna get pretty boring here for a month, so why don't we spend one week up there?"

"You know I don't really have a problem with it," stated Claire. "I just don't want to be the one to pay for all the food."

"We'll take care of that!" Jeff chimed.

"Yeah, don't worry, we got all the bases covered." Syd threw in. I said that already, right?

Mom started to look like she was going for it, and luckily Aunt Claire sealed it.

"You kids have a great time. It'll be alright." 

YES! We got the cabin! All my mom could do was turn and give her a look. 

"What?" Asked Claire in false shock.

"Alright. All-right. You kids can go. But...."

'Here it comes' we all thought.

'It's been so long since I've been up there, I know you guys won't mind if we join you the last couple days?'

'It shouldn't be a problem' I said as I looked around. No one seemed to mind. We got the cabin, and that's really all we need.

We acquired all the goods. The meat, the breads, the snacks, and most importantly; the booze. Luckily, we would be chilling in a cabin that is fully furnished, so that means plumbing, and electricity. Everything was looking green as we packed the SUV.

As we gathered the troops, the general attire changed for every one. We would be in the mountains, so best dress for it. Syd wore some tough duty shorts, a tight shirt, sunglasses, and a hat. Mindy, a tight set of shorts. Tank top to match. And Janet; short collard shirt and a denim mini skirt. 

We did a last minute check. Said our good byes, and started the drive. It was a long ways, being around four hours of driving. So we all got comfy. I was the driver, Syd sitting shotgun. Mindy and Eric behind. And in the back, Jeff and Janet. 

It started off great. Everyone in high spirits singing to the songs blasting from the radio. Tossing chips and pretzels across the car. Seeing who could catch what. I was able to view it all from my rear view mirror. It sucks being the driver some times.

At one point Jeff tossed up his CD pack so we could change the music. Well Jeff isn't the best aim and it crashed right into the rear view mirror. The result of which, was to direct my line of sight directly at Mindy as she leaned over to smack Jeff. As she did so, I was greeted with the greatest view of her ass pushing the confines of her poor little shorts. As Jeff pulled away, she leaned further. What that caused was for the seatbelt's shoulder strap to slide from her side and catch on her waistband. The tension caused it to begin to pull against her, pulling the fabric down ever so slowly. First revealing to me the thong strap underneath. But just then, she pegged Jeff with a good shoulder slug and turned back around. As she sat, she put the strap back into place between her gorgeous breasts, and looked right at my eyes in the mirror. Shit! Busted again. She smiled and winked. 

As the drive wore on, we all became less boisterous. And pretty soon, everyone was either taking a nap or staring out the window. The driving hadn't become difficult yet, so I could let my eyes roam. And as they did so, I noticed Syd's tattoo peeking out again. I vividly remembered the touch and feel of it. Running my hands against her pelvis. Feeling her heart beat. As my eyes traveled up, I say her round cleavage slowly rising and falling to her deep, steady breathing. How I desired to feast my eyes on all of her skin. To see what was on the other side of that wall days ago writhing in pure ecstasy. Just a wall then and just clothe now. If only. And as my eyes gazed, I realized that something else was happening. My feast had fed my loins with desire. My cock was beginning to rise. What horrid timing.

I glanced around the cab to see if anyone would be able to view my situation. By the seating arrangement, that only left the view available to Syd, and Mindy. When looking upon Sydney's eye, her sunglasses were what my sight met. Her breathing suggested sleep. I hope she was asleep. Looking in the rearview mirror, I let my eyes fall to Mindy. She was intently watching something. Something in front of her. Something that brought a smile to her face. A wicked one at that... and once again, she looked up to me. 

She held my gaze. Held her smile. Then slightly, her lips parted. The tip of her tongue slid from it hidings. She gently traced the outsides of her lips. I could hardly keep my attention on the road. Then I heard the sound.

A sudden gasp came from the back seat. Followed by a hush. Glancing in the mirror, I could see Jeff sitting close to Janet. She tried to look out the window, and Jeff the same, but their hands were busy between the two. All I could see were movements from their shoulders, but that is where you'd read a punch. Janet was biting her lower lip and stifling tiny moans as Jeff clenched his jaw. 

A quick look to Eric and Syd suggested their state of consciousness leaving them oblivious, yet Janet's locked me in once more. She too was biting her lip. Breathing hard, and from what I could tell, pressing her thighs together tightly. 

My heart was pounding. And suddenly, 

"So how much further do we have?"

Sydney woke up and stretched in the front. I looked in the back and they were still. Mindy staring out the window nonchalantly it was almost as if nothing had happened. 

"Not much longer. Go back to sleep" and she did.

We arrived around 7pm at the cabin. And by the feel of our joints, not a moment too soon. Most of the ride was smooth, but the last part was full of too many jolts. I parked the truck and we began to unload.

Jeff grabbed his bags. 'Man I haven't been here in ages.' 

'It sure has been a while. The lake is smaller than I remember though,' Stated Mindy. 

The cabin sits right on the lake. Half on the hill sloping into it, and half built on the lake itself with a pier running out of it. Quite a beautiful little piece of earth. 

We all gathered our gear and headed into the cabin. 

"Wow" came from Eric "how many bedrooms does this thing have?"

"It actually only has two. But don't worry. There are enough blankets to go around. Syd and I are going to stay in the living room. There are two couches there and one folds out to a bed so we're set."

And we pretty much were. Aside from the two bedrooms, it had a bathroom, kitchen, dining room and a basement where the washer and dryer were. Ah, the comforts of roughing it.

"What about power and water?" Inquired Janet.

"You see up over that hill there? That is where the water is sent from. When we are away, we shut it off, so I'm gonna go set the flow in a few minutes. As far as power, we just have to switch the box on down in the basement."

With that we began to unpack. The two couples claimed their rooms while Syd and I tossed our stuff in the living room. After that, I grabbed a flashlight, headed down to the basement.

That place still freaks me out. Dark and spooky. As a child I was frightened by it and the Uncles never made it easier. Now, I'm just slightly scared. Enough that I just want to go in and get out. It didn't take me long to find the fuse box. And once I hit the switch, the cheers from above informed me of my triumph. I turned around and sped out.

As I entered the living room, Janet was bounding down the stairs with a big smile. 

"I can't get over this place. And we got it for a week, right?"

"Yup. And we got tons to do. There's rafting, hiking, boating, swimming, eating and drinking" 

"Here-here!" cried Jeff as he popped open the closest ice chest and began to pass the beers around. "I know what I want to do first."

Looking back we may have had a substance problem... 

Anyway, we drank bad beer and feasted on frozen pizza, and after a bunch of innocent drunken dancing, we found ourselves in the living room, sprawled all around. Somehow, we began truth-or-dare. I believe it was Janet's idea because she was the first to go. She really began to open up once she got a beer in her.

"Okay, I'll go first. I choose truth."

Mindy looked at her as only a drunken girl could "Truth huh? Hmmmmm. What is your biggest turn on?"

Janet began to giggle. "Mine? The same as every girl. I loooooove a nice cock..." Well that was a quick one. Janet continued, "...Especially a good thick one. It doesn't have to be long. But it definitely needs to have some girth."

The crowd was surprised at that one. That's the way to start the game. 

"Alright, Jeff's turn."

Jeff looks round the circle. "I'm gonna feel this one out. I'll take a truth."

Sydney looked up at him with an unfazed face. "Do you have a thick cock, Cuz?"

"Holy shit! Maybe we should have picked a different game." Jeff stood up. He looked a bit uneasy.

Sydney jumped up "Wait a minute, Chief. We just want to know about your size. You let Janet say what turns her on after all. We just want to know if its you?"

"Oh yeah it is" Janet slipped. Her eyes went wide and the crowd roared with laughter. Jeff took a seat next to Janet again. 

"Well Sydney, how about you then" asked Jeff a little defensive now.

"Fine. Truth."

"I have one," chimed Mindy. "It's kinda dirty though"

"Like the others weren't," stated Eric.

"Well it's a little worse. You up for it Syd?"

"Let's see what you got."

Mindy seemed pleased with herself.

"Describe in full detail the hottest, most kinky sexual experience you've had."

"Now wait a minute. I'm her brother. Let's not forget that. She may be uncomfortable telling something like that in my presence."

All eyes looked to her.

"Are you cool with that?" asked Mindy.

"I'm fine if Taylor doesn't mind." She looked across the room into my eyes.

All eyes were on me now. I took a deep breath. "Go ahead."

"Okay. Well it didn't happen too long ago. I was a one of those cheap motels that rarely clean their sheets, and there was this guy in the room next to me. I knew he was there because I could hear him jerking off the night before. These walls were paper thin..."

I looked up at Sydney.

"So, I had a suspicion that this guy was eavesdropping on me. So I decided to have a little fun with it..."

Everyone was glued to her story. My collar was beginning to feel tight. 

"Well I had been dating this guy by the name of Derrick for a while. We broke up about a month before, but he had this thing about phone sex. I don't know why but it jumped into my head and before you know it, I was talking out loud as if I were on the phone with him..."

"Wait. You were talking on the phone with Derrick?" Asked the wide-eyed Janet.

"No I wasn't actually on the phone with him, I was pretending so this guy would think I was. So he could hear... Anyway, it wasn't long before it got really naughty."

"What happened?" Asked Jeff. 

"Well I began to talk like I was having phone sex with Derrick. I began to pant. To moan. To get all hot and heavy..."

The group was beginning to pant themselves. The men began to lean forward more as if to hide something. The girls began to get squirmy.

"Something I wasn't counting on was how worked up it would actually get me. And the next thing I know, I'm stark naked, sweating profusely, legs spread, and pleasing myself just for this guy next door to hear." She looks up into my eyes. "God it was hot. I climaxed just before he did."

The silence that hung in the air was deafening. 

"Wow," was all Eric could say.

I stared at the floor knowing very well that stranger next door was me. And that cheap hotel was our house. I can't believe she told them about our experience. 

"Alright Mindy. Your turn," taunted Sydney.

"Me, huh? Well then, let see what kind of dare you guys have in mind."

The crowd went to thinking. 

Just then, the sky lit up. Seconds later the cabin shuddered with a great thunderclap. The Weather! I didn't check the fucking weather.

"Wow that was a big one," exclaimed Eric. "That's only a few miles away."

We all rushed to the windows in time to see lighting strike the hills followed by a boom closer than the last.

"So what does this mean?" asked Mindy.

"Get the candles out. This may just breeze by. But there's a chance that we will lose power. Perhaps we should call it quits for now and hope we can still go out tomorrow."

***

When I woke the next morning, I was greeted with the sound of rainfall on the roof above. A pleasant sound indeed, but not what I wanted to hear. 

I had decided to sleep on the love seat and allow Syd to have the bed. She didn't complain much, being half asleep at the time already. Now when I look down at her, I can't help but take in her rebellious beauty. Everything from the dyed hair, the nose ring, and the hidden tattoo. This is the type of woman I'm drawn to. 

God I need some coffee. 

I headed over to the kitchen as quiet as possible being followed by an every growing hangover. My head was splitting. I would kill for that coffee now. Upon entering the kitchen, I noticed Mindy. She had the same idea as I and was sitting patiently waiting for the coffee to percolate. What's with the women of this family and getting up early?

"Morning Taylor," She greeted. "What got you up so early?"

"Lot of things can get me UP," I slipped. She giggled.

"Coffee. I need coffee"

"Hangover?"

I groaned my answer.

"Well coffee isn't going to help much. You need a glass of water. You're dehydrated."

"Right. Water." I grabbed a glass and stumbled to the sink. When I turned the faucet on, the sink did nothing. 

"Ah, CHRIST!" I said. "I forgot to turn the water on."

"Tell me about it. I made the coffee with some bottles I brought, but I'm fresh out now."

I looked out the window. The rain was really coming down. 

Reluctantly, I stated "Well... I'm gonna have to go out and turn the pump on."

"You're not really going out in this, are you?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Is it far?"

"Not too far"

"Well I suppose I should come too. It will make it more bearable anyway."

I looked over at her. She was already in the hall.

"Just give me a moment to change," she said as she went into her room.

Well who am I to argue. I grabbed a coat and found an umbrella in the closet. Heading into the kitchen, I wrote a note letting the others know where we were heading. It should only take about a half hour. 

Once I finished, Mindy was at the door wearing some pants, boots, and a blue t-shirt. 

"Don't you have a jacket or sweater?"

"Didn't think I'd need one. Do you have extra?"

"Not myself, but I did see an old sweater in the closet here."

I opened it up to find this big wooly sweater. "Here you go. Oh good, it's wool. Wool can still give off heat when wet."

"Good to know." She put it on. It fit a little big on her, but she definitely looked warm.

"All set?" She asked.

"Let's role." 

Out we went into the downpour. 

Man it was something else. These last of the season storms tend to be, but that fact didn't help any. I opened the umbrella and handed it to Mindy.

"Here. I actually have a jacket on. You can stay dry." 

She smiled and took the umbrella. We began heading up hill. 

The trees that were around the base were a mix of fur and pine, all closely bitted and standing at attention. As we went higher, the trees became a little more skewed and gnarly. The wind shaped many of them into these twisted shaped. Pretty cool to look at, horrible to walk through.

We had only been out for a bout ten minutes when we had to stop.

"What's up?" Mindy screamed over the rain.

"I can't find the markers." I shouted back.

"Markers?"

"Yeah. My dad placed these in the ground above the pipe that feed the water. I can't find them"

"What do they lo-

She was cut off by a big gust of wind that knocked us both back. The umbrella flew right out of her hand and high up into a tree. So much for that. I rushed over to Mindy and tried to help her up, but the trees twisted branches had gotten entangled in her sweater, unraveling the poor aged fabric with each pull. Soon, we both were now soaked and Mindy in nothing but a shirt and a wonderful collection of yarn. 




Trouble Brewing Ch. 02



The cold water was causing her clothes to stick to her skin hugging her tight. Her nipples were pushing back against the confines almost like they were trying to free themselves. Her hair was against her face. Her eyes now on mine once again. I had to look away. 

"Here, take my jacket," I offered.

"No I'll be fine," she claimed.

"Well then I'll just leave it here if you don't take it. So come on."

Shivering, she nodded. I placed the jacket over her shoulders and she held it tight. Teeth chattering, she smiled at me. 

"Thanks," she said while holding my gaze. She moved up and kissed my cheek. So innocent it seemed but her lips stayed close. I turned my head slightly and could feel her breath rolling past my lips. The water rolling down her face made her skin glow. A drop fell from her upper lip and landed on my own. If I just closed my mouth, they would wrap around one of the sweetest sets of lips I have ever seen. We can't do this. We left for a reason. We had to hurry and get this done.

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I pushed her away. Mindy's eyes blinked open. 

"Come on. It shouldn't be much further." 

So we began our assent again. We guessed the right direction from there and went in a 'straight line'. Soon, we came across a marker and found ourselves on the trail again. Once we got to the pump, the rain let off a bit. 

The water pump was high on a hill, which provided a great view of part of the valley. It was placed up here to let gravity provide water pressure. Until now, I thought that was convenient. Now, just a pain in the ass. I grabbed the nozzle and directed the water flow to go towards our pipe. There was a hiss, a hum, and then I could feel the pipe in my hand fill with water. Success.

"That's it. Lets go back," I said to Mindy.

"Gladly."

On the way down. Mindy took the lead. This I did not argue to. It gave me time to think about how things have been progressing. About Syd, about Mindy, and about that lovely, water tight ass just a few feet in front of me. Once I noticed that, it was all I could watch until we arrived at the cabin.

As we opened the door, the smell of bacon and eggs filled our noses.

"That's what I'm talking about," I said as I walked in the find Janet and Jeff making breakfast.

"Hey guys. We have water yet?" Asked Jeff.

"You tell me."

Jeff turned the faucet to present us all with the lovely crystal stream of water. 

"Presto!" Jeff joked as he flipped his hands in the air like some magician. 

"Good job Jeff. Very impressive," said Mindy as she hung up my jacket. "Now, if you all don't mind, I'm going to go change. I could cut class with these right now," she said pointing to her nipples. Then she ran to her room still shivering.

"So any news on the radio about the storm?" I asked the two.

"We heard that it should only last today, but lets see. It is supposed to be a little crazy further north," replied Jeff. 

"Well that just means we will have to have our party indoors today. Any objections?"

"Check it out!" was a cry from down the hall. In came Syd with a big box.

"You guys won't believe this. I went downstairs to try and see if we could get the heater to turn on..." 

"Wait, what's this with the heater?" I asked about this new bit of news.

Janet responded, "It conked out about ten-fifteen minutes ago. It looked kinda old."

"Hey, guys, back to me," came from Syd. "So anyway, I was down there, and I began to look around, right? Well I found all these boxes. One of them was this."

It was a big brown box marked 'Claire's'. Syd opened it up.

"Go on... Take a look"

Looking inside, we found a bunch of games. Board games, cards, chess, checkers. Bunches of things. 

"Hey cool, so what do we got?' Asked Jeff.

"Well, Mainly 'Risk', 'Twister', 'Chess', and 'Scrabble'. But keep looking," she encouraged.

So we did. And upon lifting the last game, we were presented with a bunch of magazines, photos, and videos. 

"What's all that?" Asked curious Jan.

"Well, here you go," said Syd as she reached in and grabbed one of the photo albums. Janet looked at it and looked to Syd. She motioned to open it as the rest of us gathered around. Slowly she lifted the cover.

The first page was a title page reading "Summer '84".

"Summer of '84? Wasn't that the first year our parents began to come up here?" Asked Jeff?

"Yeah," I said. "It's when my dad built this."

"Hey! What are you guys doing?" asked Eric and Mindy as they came 

"Come take a look" Jeff beckoned. They both crowded over to us. Mindy right behind me pressing herself against by body. I could feel her breast caressing my back.

Janet turned the page. There were four photos. There were various people in all of them. Some of which included my father, mother, Aunt Claire, and Uncle Jack, and some others I had never seen. It seemed like a regular part. People drinking, people dancing. Janet turned the next page.

There were more shots of people dancing. Some people on the couch appeared passed out. There was one shot of the table that held the liquor.

"Damn! Look at all that booze. Now that's a party!" exclaimed Eric.

Janet turned the page. The next four were getting a bit more risqué. People groping others. One had Aunt Claire without a shirt, holding her bra and three different guys grabbed her ass.

"That's my mother ladies and gentlemen," stated Mindy right next to my ear. I could feel her breath pass each time. 

Janet turned the page. Here a gasp went out amongst us all. The couples dancing on the dance floor were getting pretty heavy. One woman had her partners cock out and was openly stroking him. Another had two girls on the couch that were pulling up their skirts to reveal one shaved and the other didn't. The next picture had Aunt Claire completely naked on a table getting eaten out by a woman with dark hair and a scarf. The last of that page had Uncle Jack passed out on the ground with his manhood pulled out on display. It wasn't hard, but it was still quite impressive.

"Maybe we shouldn't see anymore," stuttered Janet as she began to close the book.

"NO!" came from the rest of us in unison and we continued our intrusion.

The next page gave me a shock. There was my mother, naked from the waist down, rubbing Uncle Jack's dick against her shaved pussy. It took me a moment, but I noticed the scarf around her neck. She had been the one eating out Aunt Claire. I didn't say anything, but my mind was racing. 

I suddenly became aware of Mindy's breasts again. I swear I could feel her nipples piercing my back. My cock went rigid in response.

The next shot had Aunt Claire on the table being pounded by my Father while she sucked off one guy and jerked off another. There was something white on her chest which doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what.

We were all hypnotized, breathing in unison. My cock almost ripping through the confines of my pants. In the mean time, Janet kept turning the pages.

On the next, the women on the couch in a sixty-nine. Then the dancing couple fucking each other doggy-style on the dance floor, then all the women lined up sucking off the guys, then the guys eating out the girls, followed by shot after shot of partner swapping. The very last consisted of Aunt Claire and My mom licking cum off of one another. Janet slowly closed the book.

"I can't believe what I just saw," said Jeff. His face a bit red. His pants bulging.

"Pretty wild isn't it," Sydney said. She was obviously proud of herself leaning against the wall. She was quite obvious when she took looks at the guy's crotches to see the reaction the photos had. She then turned and left with a smile.

About an hour later, I was down in the basement working on the heater. I heard some footsteps behind me and turned to see Sydney. She had that look again.

"I've been doing some thinking," she began.

"Have you?" 

"I've been thinking about that talk we had the other day. I wanted to let you know what I thought." She took a step forward.

I turned back to the heater. "And what is that."

"Well... at first I was a little weirded out by it all. I mean at least it think I was. Not too sure,"

This may be a while.

"But then I began to realize that I'm always into trying new things, you know?"

I picked up a wrench and began to unwind a bolt.

"I never really wondered about it till last week. What would it be like? I'm betting it would be hot. Pretty wild. Especially because everyone says you shouldn't do it. But how many girls truly get the chance to fuck their brother..."

The wrench fell. Up until this point, neither of us actually said it. We just hinted around it. But she just did. I could hear her take a step closer.

"You told me to consider everything. I have. Trust me, I have. I woke up in the middle of the night and had to consider it over again and again until I considered myself to sleep..."

I got the meaning.

"With you right there, I was easy to imagine what you would...say."

I felt like I almost had the heater done. Just needed to this last wire to snap into place.

"Well I did that, and I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'm fine with it. I've prepared for the worst. So now it's up to you...."

She let that last word hang as she left. 

I closed the control box and turned the dial. There was a click and a hum and a cheer from above. Though it was still cold down here, I wiped the sweat from my brow.

To celebrate the return of our blessed heater, we decided to barbecue Hawaiian style. What that much meant was dressing like we were ready to hit the beach (swimsuits and shorts) and lit the grill on the porch with the heater set to high.

Eric took over the job as Chef. He tossed on the beef patties and a few hot dogs to boot. The girls all were inside cutting vegetables and slicing cheese for the burgers. Jeff and I were busy making fire and creating a surplus of margaritas. 

"This is great, man," Jeff said, "Being up here again. It truly takes you back."

"I know what you mean." 

Jeff took a sip of his margarita as I got the fire blazing.

"There we go," I said after looking at my accomplishment. "Kinda feel like I'm ready to be shipped to an island with nothing but a volleyball and a smile."

He chuckled. 

"So how long have you and Janet been an item?" I inquired.

"Round about eight months now."

I let out a whistle. "Long time for you, eh?"

"Yeah. But she... Oh man!" He looked over his shoulder at the kitchen. Coast was clear. "Man that girl is a wildcat when she gets going."

"Sounds pretty serious."

"Not serious really. More we hardly take anything seriously. More like dysfunctional."

"Yeah, that one flows in the family blood there," I stated. My mind flashed to images of the photo album earlier. Based upon Jeff's blank stare, his too. We both took a big gulp of our margaritas.

Jeff leaned in. "You mind if I ask you a... bizarre question?" he asked in almost a hushed voice.

"Shoot" I responded.

"Is there a strange... vibe in the air? It may just be me. But... You know what I mean?" 

I took a deep breath. "Yeah. I do. It's new to me but..."

Mindy came waltzing into the room. "Hey guys, Dinner's ready!"

Jeff and I got up and gave each other a look that could only be read as 'good luck.'

Dinner was great. We had the most sloppy of burgers. Went thru pitcher after pitcher of margaritas. Everyone was feeling great. So what did we do? We danced!

Sydney went out to the truck and snagged her collection of CDs and through in a dance compilation. We were jumping around to some crazy 80's tunes and kicking back to a little 90's rock. Pretty much it got all our blood pumping.

At one moment, I just had to sit down and take it all in. Janet was dancing around in another collard shirt opened to reveal her yellow bikini top. Down below, the bikini bottoms just barely came out of her torn jeans. I couldn't help but look at her in a new light given the information acquired from Jeff.

Scanning the room once more, my eyes fell upon Mindy for the umpteenth time that day. She had on a black tank top that just barely covered the gray sports bra underneath. As my eyes traveled south, they rested upon her short tight running shorts. Sliver with a blue strip down the sides. My god it was magnificent.

Then there was Sydney. Rocking out talking to Eric just wearing her bathing suit top and jogging pants. Her tattoo was sneaking its way out on both sides of her abdomen, which I noticed that the guys saw too.

It didn't take long for Janet and Mindy to notice I was sitting down. They both rushed up and dragged me back to the floor. I was pinned between the two as their bodies moved to the music. I felt someone grab my ass at one point, but with the bodies all in one spot, I couldn't tell whom. Both girls looked guilty. 

"Hey! Why don't we play a game?" Came from Janet.

"Sounds like fun. We still need to finish the one last night," I said looking over at Mindy. She raised an eyebrow with a smile. 

"Well how about Twister?" Came from Sydney as she pulled it out of 'Claire's Box.' 

"Oh you guys are soooo screwed," came from Janet. 

Ah yes... A challenge.

"Aren't we a little old for..." Jeff started.

"Hush!" Mindy erupted. "I'm feeling a little twisted right now so I say let's play."

There's a double meaning in that. I'd bet my left nut.

So we moved the furniture out of the living room and set up the mat. Everyone took their shoes off. Because of the number of people we had and the number that can play, we had two people sit out. One spinner. One Sub. And then the four players. Because we wanted everyone to get a turn we had a rotation set up.

The first person to fall leaves. Everyone else holds that position. The 'Sub' is then placed into the game as a new player starting from scratch while the others are already knotted. The old 'Spinner' becomes the 'Sub'. The person who just fell, becomes the 'Spinner'. Thus we created the never ending game of Twister.

First up on the field was Eric, Janet, Mindy, and Sydney. Jeff was the Spinner, and I was the Sub. We went one at a time.

Jeff spun. "Eric, Right foot yellow...."

It didn't take long for the knot to present itself. Sydney was the lowest with a hand on both reds, a foot on yellow and a foot on green. Hovering over her leg was Janet who had her hands and legs causing herself to arch above Syd. Mindy was looking quite comfortable next to Syd who had two feet and one hand on blue. And one hand on red. This kept her in an almost frog-like position. Eric, as luck would have it, has just been switching his feet from both yellow and green. Right now, both are on yellow. But it is his turn once again.

Jeff spun. "Eric, Left foot green."

Sydney couldn't help it "Are you fucking with me?" 

"No I'm not! Look" he held the spinner up. "See. Left foot green"

Jeff moved his left foot to green. As he did this, it opened up my line of sight to Mindy. The position that she was in was stretching her shorts pretty tight. So tight, I could see the outline of her panties as they cupped her pussy mound.

Jeff spun again. "Janet... Left foot Red." 

Janet looked to the closest spot. Unfortunately she should have to stretch herself over Sydney. Slowly she picked up her leg. 

Jeff and I watched as she stretched her leg up, into what looks like the splits in mid air.

Jeff whispered to me "She was really into Gymnastics" 

Carefully and effortlessly, she placed the leg down near Syd's head. When she did this, Syd looked up to Janet from down between her legs.

"Syd, I do believe you are the first woman to have that view so close." 

Syd's only reply "I'm honored."

Jeff spun. "Syd, lets see your.... Left hand on blue."

Syd looked down and began to stretch her arm. As she did, it raised her ass so she had placed it in-between Janet's outstretched legs. Thus placing their pussies together. Janet gasped at first. Syd just looked back and winked.

Then Mindy's turn. She had to stretch her right hand to yellow. The only one was directly in front of her. She took it effortlessly.

Then the moment we were waiting for.

"AH-HAH!!! ERIC, LEFT HAND YELLOW!!"

The only one available was under the entwined girl duo of Syd and Jan. Yet he still reached and then fell. As he did, he bumped Jan who in turn applied a little more pressure to Syd. To keep her from falling, Syd pushed back. Apparently their situation began to have an effect on them. But it was now my turn.

It didn't take long for me to find my way entwined. Pretty soon, I found myself with Mindy right below me. Myself arching over her, Janet stretching behind me, and Syd chilling easy on the side. Then Mindy had to move a foot.

"Mindy, Right foot green."

Mindy looked back and saw a space right next to my right. She stepped back and placed her ass in my crotch to get there. My god it fit just right. I could feel myself growing hard. With our situation, Mindy could too. She just kept slight pressure. Every now and again, I could feel her shifting her wait so as to rub up and down. God I wanted this to last. But it didn't.

As time went on people came and went from the group. We kept finding ourselves in these positions. Bodies pressing up against one another. Tangled in ways only dreamed about. At one point, I found myself straining to keep my body off the ground facing up and stretching a foot and hand out of my sight. Jeff was beneath me in a way I could not tell. Mindy mixed up with him and one of her legs wrapped round mine. To my right, Syd; and it was her turn.

"Syd," Janet called. "Left foot red."

Sydney took a look under me, then over. As she looked at me I could see the light in her eyes again. She lifted her leg up and began to lift it over my body placing her spread ass to my chin. In the process, she had to lean her face directly over my loins. The position was awkward to the point she had to rest her wait on me. I could imagine her breath right above my groin. Her lips inches away from my aching tool. My lips inches away from her most hidden secret. I could detect the slightest scent. As I peeked down, I could see a darker spot where I knew her pussy was pressing against the pants enough to reveal the fact she might not be wearing panties. 

As her foot settled into spot, she moaned with the stress of the position. She slowly began to rest more wait on me. I was resisting but couldn't hold out for long. My muscles straining in the cumbersome position until finally, we fell. All as one we sank to the ground. A giant pile of flesh.

The fall caused Syd to slide back and settle her mound directly on my mouth. My eyes went wide with surprise and I swear I could taste her through the fabric. To my surprise, my tongue reached out and ran against the barrier. A low moan escaped her lips, which was hidden by the groans from below. 

Suddenly I snapped to realization what was going on. I rolled Syd off and got up to try and help the trapped duo. What I didn't know was when I fell; I caused Mindy to fall onto her brother in a way that trapped his hand on her breast. It wasn't known until Mindy began to get up and Jeff's hand unconsciously stayed. Mindy stared at his hand on her as Jeff suddenly snapped to awareness. Quickly he pulled his hand away as we all stared.

"Oh God! I'm sorry Mindy. I didn't mean to I swear!" He stammered.

Mindy just blinked "It's... It's all right. Really."

There was an uneasy feeling in the air. No one truly knew the right thing to say. 

"Well... I could sure go for another drink. Any takers?" I began.

Instantly there was an approving response from everyone. I went into the kitchen and fixed up a potent blend, threw in some straws and headed back. As I brought them back, they were almost guzzled down. After something like that, it doesn't take long to get back into a lighthearted mood.




Trouble Brewing Ch. 02



"Now what?" came from Janet. Her eyes light with a certain soft haze.

Mindy took a swig. "Well, we should finish the game last night. I still need a dare," she said with a grin as she licked her straw.

"It's just going to become another game of 'truth' after that," Jeff stated.

"I have an idea," came from Syd. "Why don't we kinda spice up a different game so as to keep the fun up."

"What do you have in mind?" Eric slurred. For a big guy, he was taking quite a punch from the booze.

"Well, we could play poker..." Syd started.

"That's not fair! I'm horrible at poker," cried Janet as she stumbled to her feet. Through my experience, Jeff was too.

"Well then, what about 'Bullshit?'" She replied. "All you need in that is to be able to bluff, or count."

"So where is the spice?" Asked Mindy. She had the look like she knew.

"You see, I was just thinking, because we can't play for money... How about we play for clothes?" 

This really hung in the air. We all looked round each other trying to hide our levels of intoxication.

"You're serious aren't you?" I asked. I'm not sure what it really sounded like.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Sure. Why not? We all are adults here, right? I just thought it would be an interesting change."

"But wait a minute," started Janet. "I've never played that before."

"Well it's been a while for me too, Jan, but I think I'll be there with you," came from Mindy. "Come on, let's give it a shot." She looked around at the rest of the group.

"Well, I'm fine with it if the you guys are," Eric said. His eyes not truly focusing.

"I'm in!" Cried Janet who began to laugh profusely. 

It was just Jeff and I.

Jeff looked at me. "We're adults, right?"

"I'm pretty sure," I muttered.

"It's just a game anyway... I say I'm in."

Just me. I looked down into my drained Margarita glass. I could feel all the eyes of the group awaiting my response. I think it's time to call some bluffs.

"Let's do it."

"So how exactly do we play?" Janet inquired.

"Okay. This is the game..." Syd began. "We deal out every card in a deck. No Jokers though. Once everyone has their hand, you get a minute to organize them if you want. Just putting them in numerical order in your hand. Aces up to Kings..."

The group was clued.

"The first card to be played has to be an ace. To decide who goes, The Ace of Spades must be it. So that person starts us off and places that card face down. They could put as many aces as they have with it as well, but it isn't necessary. When you place a card, you call out what it is and the number. For example; if I was doing threes and I had two, I would put them down and call out, 'Two Threes'. You all with me?"

Most of us knew the rules, yet still listened and nodded.

"So once the ace is played, the person to the left goes next. Their card must be deuces. Same thing goes. They can place as many down as they like, yet must call it. After that are threes, and so on and so forth. All the way up to kings. Now obviously at one point or another, you will be required to play a card you do not have. Say you are supposed to play a Jack but have none. This is where it gets fun..." She looked around at us.

"You will have to be sneaky in this situation. Use as many as you want but put any other card down. Like a Five or a Seven. Doesn't matter. You are substituting it. So you have one seven and play it for a Jack. You place it face down and call out; 'One Jack.'"

"So you bluff?" Came from Jan.

"Yup. You bluff. Or try to. You just better hope no one calls it."

"And what if they do?"

"Well, at any point in time, after a card, or group of cards is played, anyone can call 'Bullshit'. If they do they must check the last cards played. If it was a bluff, the one who did it takes the entire pile. If it was the truth, the one who called 'Bullshit' takes the pile. Your goal is to run out of cards first."

"So when do we... you know," Jeff stuttered.

"If you get caught in a bluff, you take the pile and lose one piece of clothing. If you falsely call a bluff, same thing," Sydney smiled that cunning smile of hers. "Here's the catch though. The other person takes the clothing off."

There was a brief pause.

"Still want to play?" She teased.

We all looked around at each other. One by one, we each nodded to continue.

"Wait a minute. The score looks a little uncertain here, some have more articles then others, isn't that a little unfair?" Janet asked. 

"Well let's even up things some. Everyone strip to four pieces of clothing," Mindy stated. 

The guys took mental notes. With our shorts/pants, shirts and boxers, that left our socks to count as number four. We were already set. 

Thee girls took off their socks. All except Syd. She just stood unmoving. 

"Just one sec," she started, then grabbed a bag and ran to the bathroom.

"What's that about?" asked Eric turning to me.

I had my suspicions but kept them to myself. Counting her socks, she only had three pieces of clothing with her top and bottoms. She went to add one.

"Everyone ready?" she asked as we all sat in a circle in the living room.

"More than I'll ever be," answered Jeff as he too sat down. And so a circle was formed. First with Sydney, then me, then Mindy. Next to Mindy was Jeff, next to whom was Janet, and next to her was Eric. 

As we settled down as Sydney produced the cards. She dealt them out. Because of our numbers, four of us received nine cards and Janet and Eric only got eight. There were no complaints. A moment was given to allow people to organize their cards. Neither Syd nor I did however. Just one of the ways we like to be able to prep for a bluff if the need arises. She and I have played this before, obviously, but never would I consider these stakes.

"So who goes first?" asked Jeff.

"Who ever has the Ace of Spades," Syd Replied. 

"One Ace," came from Eric as he set down a card face down. He looked to the rest of us. Who am I to call on him. No offense, but I'm gonna let the guys bluff all they want.

"Two deuces," called Syd as she laid two face down. I looked at my hand. Threes to me. I had one. I could add another card and go for the bluff, but I'm gonna let things warm up a bit first.

"One Three," I laid the card down.

"Two Fours," Mindy laid down two cards.

Eric looked at his hand. "Bullshit!" He called with a big grin. 

"See for yourself," she countered.

Eric smile began to fade with concern. He reached out his hand and flipped the cards. There lay a Four of clubs and a Four of Diamonds. The girls erupted in hoots and hollers

"Shit! I had two in my hand, I was certain someone had one at least," pouted Eric.

"Well now you have four. Come on Big Boy!" Syd taunted. "Take it off."

"Alright, alright. Keep your pants on... for now. I'm just losing my socks. Mindy, you need to do the honors," Mindy's face shriveled in playful disgust. She crawled across the floor and stripped his socks off, then tossed them out of the circle. Eric picked up the pile.

Thus the game continued.

"Fives to you, Bro" Mindy said as she playfully slugged his arm.

"I've got it. One Five." Jeff reached out to lay his card down.

"Bullshit!" came from Mindy.

"Shit! What are you doing? Watching my hand?" cried Jeff. He just got caught in a bluff. He reached out and picked up his card.

"So what will it be?" She teased.

"What do you think?" Jeff said. Mindy reached out her hands and grabbed the waist of his shorts.

"The Socks! The Socks! Jesus Mindy," Exclaimed Jeff.

"I was just kidding, baby bro," and she stripped his socks off.

Janet was next.

"Two Six's," from Jan.

"One Seven," from Eric.

"Three eights," from Syd.

"Bullshit" from Jeff.

Syd looked up. "Go ahead and check." 

"Don't have to. I have two." Jeff responded.

Syd began to glare at him, but her glare turned to a smile. "Socks please," she beckoned.

Jeff crawled across the floor and into the center of the circle. Syd leaned back and uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly as she held herself up with her elbows. She looked to Jeff as he looked to her from between her legs. 

"Well?" She asked as she lifted a leg up pointing the toe.

Jeff reached out for her foot and slid his hand along her soul from the toes to the heel. He pulled it off and then the second. Syd remained in her position but coked her head to one side and with her big eyes, stared right at Jeff. "Thank you" she almost seemed to purr.

My turn.

"One nine," I bluffed

"Two Tens," Mindy

"One Jack," Jeff

"Three Que--," began Jan, but as she brought her cards out, one fell. We all looked to see a Nine of Hearts."

"BULLSHIT!!!" All three guys said at once.

"Wait! That's not fair," defended Janet. "It slipped. It's a do over." 

"You bluffed and got caught. Come on Jan, what piece?" Jeff teased.

Janet looked to the other two girls for aide. They offered none. Reluctantly, she looked back to Jeff. Looking down she said, "My Shirt," Jeff reached out to take it off.

"Hold it!" came from Syd. "You all three called it. So all three of you take it off."

Eric, Myself, and Jeff all turned to Janet. Her eyes went wide, but then there was another look in them. She nodded. Slowly three sets of hands reached out and began to unbutton her blouse. Jeff's hands slid under her shirt and up the sides along her skin to her shoulders. Eric slowly opened her shirt exposing the yellow bikini top to all. It lifted her chest up exposing more flesh than a top should. Eric's hands trailed over the edges of her breasts as her brought the shirt up to her shoulders. For the first time, we all noticed the sliver at her stomach. There was a piercing in her naval. Janet's wild side at play. This only encouraged our brief exploration. Thirty fingers were sliding over her flesh, over countless goose bumps until the shirt was off her arms leaving her in nothing but her yellow top, jeans, and the glimpse of a bikini bottom. 

"So who's next" came from Mindy.

"That would be Eric. Kings to you" Sydney responded.

The game continued for a little bit longer. I called Mindy out and it cost her the tank top. My theory of her gray sports bra proved true. Unfortunately I made a wrong call after that and lost my socks to Janet. Jeff lost again leaving him in his Boxers and shorts, which Syd had a great time with. 

As we played my eyes traveled the bodies of the ladies. Janet's skin looked so delicate. Paler than Syd and Mindy. Yet soft nonetheless. Mindy's form looked more chiseled in the light from the fireplace. He abs casting shadows and her belly button perfectly placed. And Sydney looked anxious. I could tell she was really getting into it. Especially when she called me on one she knew to be true.

"Four Sevens," I called. 

"Bullshit," Syd said.

I looked over at her. She looked into my eyes with those deep pupils of hers. "Did I get it?" She asked knowing all to well.

I flipped the cards showing all four sevens.

She leaned back. "My pants," she said and looked dead in my eyes. I scooted over to her. She turned so as to block my way. She wanted me to go from the front. I looked back to everyone else to see their unblinking eyes focused on my task.

I grasped the edges of her waistbands and began to pull them down. I heard shuffling behind me as everyone positioned themselves closer. Inch-by-inch, I was exposing her flesh. Her tattoo greeted me again.

"Don't you think you're skipping a step?" She asked. I stopped and looked up at her. "You have my panties too."

I looked down and realized that I was taking everything off. Just a centimeter lower and I would be completely exposing her. My fingers relaxed and a red strap fell from them. I grabbed the strap on both sides and pulled them back up until they felt snug against her. I traced my hand along the strap around back and found where they met. Then placing a palm to her flesh, I held a cheek in each hand. Slowly I lifted her up. My right hand held on to her ass, while the other pulled at the pants. I couldn't stop myself from pulsating my grip on her cheek as I rested her down. Then sliding the pants all the way down, some of the most gorgeous legs were presented. I slid the pants off and tossed them outside the circle. Sydney smiled at me as she brought her legs up next to her keeping them tightly together. I looked back to the circle seeing it has gotten closer. The game continued. 

As it progressed, I lost again losing my shirt which Mindy enjoyed taking off. Her hands roaming over my chest and stomach as she did so. After that, Janet lost her jeans. She wasn't fazed much by it but Jeff seemed a bit nervous taking them off. Next went Eric with his shirt. Then he made a bad call and lost his shorts. It was actually Mindy whom he made the call on. He stood when she went to take them off. She stood up right in front of him and reached down inside his pants. The looks of which suspected that she grasped his tool. The hungry look in her eyes and the smile of his face was all we needed in confirmation. Then in a flash, she separated his shorts from his boxers and her was left with one article of clothing left. 

Calls on bluffs were now being made, not for the game, but for the carnal desire we were all falling victim to. As each person shed an item, it felt like the circle got smaller. Soon, we were all so close that our body heat could be felt by the people adjacent to us. Small dots were on all of the girl's tops from nipples that betrayed them. The guys had bulges that there was no point in hiding.

It didn't take long after that until everyone was in his or her last line of defense. The Guys in just their boxers, and the Girls in their bras and panties. The next call, one way or another, was going to reveal some skin.

Everyone was serious now.

Sydney "Two tens."

Me "One Jack."

Mindy "Two Queens." Could that be a lie?

Jeff "Two Kings." Don't care

Janet "One ace." She has to have that one.

Eric "Three Twos." Don't care

Syd "One Three." Could go either way. SHIT! My turn.

Me "Two Fours." Please don't call it. Please don't call it.

Mindy "Three Fives." YES! I'm safe!... Wait a minute.

Me "Bullshit!"

Mindy looked up in shock. I had her. I know I did. I reached out and flipped the cards. One Five. Two Five. Oh Shit... and the last card... Jack of Clubs. A hush fell over the group. She was busted. Mindy's blue eyes settled on mine. She pointed to her top. 

"Do you want to stop?" I asked gazing at her. She shook her head.

"My Bra," she said.

My hands began to raise from my sides as I knelt in from of her. Mindy's back slowly began to arch, thrusting her chest out. I grasped the fabric hem at the bottom of her sports bra. Her hands found mine as they slipped up her skin. We lifted together. Exposing her flesh. The bottom of her breasts came into view. Shaped like a perfect circle. Up it went until her nipples greeted the eye. Small, round, and erect. Perfect accents to perfect mounds. The bra was removed completely. Once her head was through, my hands fell back down but tracing a path along her skin. Down they went, through the divide of her cleavage raising an intake of air from this beauty. Coming back to my senses, I sat back down. 

"Wow, Mindy. They're great," came from Jeff.

"I'm glad you approve little brother," she glanced down to see his bulge in his shorts. "But I guess I'll be finding out soon whether you're little or not. It's Sixes to you and I have all four. I'm calling your bluff," she said

Jeff looked at his hand. Then down at his boxers. "Shit."

"Stand up Jeff. Stand up right here in front of me," Mindy called.

Reluctantly, Jeff stood up. Syd was now sitting with her legs crossed and squeezing her thighs with her fingers. The light began to shimmer in the depths of her red lacy panties as her eyes were glued to Jeff's bulge. Jeff took a step into the tightened circle and turned to face Mindy. 

"Mmmmmm." She purred as she rose up onto her knees. Her head was just at his belly button as she looked up at him. 

"I think..." she began as she reached grasped his waist band. "...That it's time to say goodbye to my little brother..." With that she took his boxers down in one flash of an eye freeing his engorged cock. "... and hello to my BIG Brother." She almost whispered as her eyes instantly fastened themselves to it. A slight smile started at the corners of her lips. 

Jeff's tool was definitely impressive. It was a solid length with girth to match.

"Now you see what I like," cooed Janet. A massive smile across her face. Both her hands in her lap as she too sat crossed legged. One of her fingers could barely be seen stroking the outsides of her thin bikini bottoms. 

"I most certainly can." Mindy exhaled. Her breath caressing Jeff's throbbing member. With a sparkle in her eyes, Mindy began to stand up, close to her brother. As she rose, the head of his cock fell against the crook in her neck. Up she went until it rested between her tits. She stopped for a moment. 

"Who would have ever guessed that someday you would have your swollen cock in between your sister's titties, huh Big Brother?" She cooed. She continued to rise as her nipples rolled against his stomach. 

"I think you should sit down," she whispered.

Jeff nodded as they both took a seat. He looked down at his cock and then out at the group. 

"Hold on a moment. I have nothing more to lose. What happens now?"

"We keep playing," came from Syd rather firmly. 

I quickly became aware of Mindy's leg pressed right up against mine. Her hot flesh so pressing into me. Feeling daring, I placed a hand on her bare knee and gently squeezed. Jeff looked at me and did the same. It was now Janet's turn. 

Janet looked down at her cards. She was beat red and breathing heavily. The poor girl, here she is watching her brother and sister strip each other, and it turns her on. As I looked to Eric, his thoughts must be the same. Janet played her card.

"One Seven..." Janet began.

"Bullshit." Syd stated.

All eyes went wide as they turned to Sydney. She had that wicked smile of hers as she crossed over to Janet. She didn't give her a chance to respond as she reached around Janet and pressed her up against herself. Their breasts crushed against each other. 

"It's true..." Janet whispered weakly in Syd's ear. Too late. Syd already had her fingers on the ties and began pulling. One around the neck, and the other in the center of the back.

"I know," breathed Sydney. "You're just going to have to even the score." Her breath falling into Janet's ear.

"What? I can't!" Started Jan just loud enough for a few ears.

"Do it," said Syd as she sucked into her mouth Janet's earlobe. She gave it a gently bite.

"Ahh!" Gasped Jan.

"Do it!" Syd said again still in a whisper yet through gritted teeth.

With shaky hands, Janet reached around to the clasp of Sydney's bra. A soft 'click' was heard and the bands fell to the sides. Janet brushed her hands up to Syd's shoulders and brought the shoulder straps down to her elbows just as her yellow ties fell from her back and neck. The two women crushed together was all that kept their tops on. 

Slowly they separated as the clothing fell to the floor. Syd did not let go of Janet nor did Janet of Sydney as the circle looked upon the new sight. Janet's nipples looked soft and pink. Her areolas were rounder than I would have thought. Her breasts as a whole were very round and looked to float on air. A slight tan line framed the picture of her chest completing the masterpiece. Then my eyes beheld Sydney's naked tits.

The breasts of my sister were nothing short of what I would fantasize. Perky, and full. Enough for a hand and just a little bit more. Her nipples were as dark a color as a cherry looks in the twilight. Luscious, and wonderful. 




Trouble Brewing Ch. 03



(This is the third of the four entries to the Trouble Brewing series. All characters represented are of eighteen years of age or older.) 

*

The rain that poured outside could not compare to the sweat that drenched our bodies. Fallen together like a forbidden family of angels cast out of heaven to find their own slice of pleasure. That is where we lay still entwined in the flesh of our kin. That is where the story continues.

I don't know what day it was. I don't know what time. There were no clocks here. Our 'Vegas in the mountains' if you will. A cabin on a lake miles upon miles away from the city we left behind. Might as well have been an island as the storm outside had isolated us much as an ocean would. 

It was the wind that woke me. A groaning sound pulling at the many limbs from the trees outside. A scrapping on the windows. We thought it was letting up yesterday, but now, it seems to be worse. Odd weather indeed.

As my eyes opened, the first thing that I saw was Sydney. There she lay beneath me. One leg wrapped around my back. Her hair; brown, red, and disheveled. Eyes closed. Peaceful. Beautiful. I reached under myself and began to push up. Our sticky skin peeling itself apart inch-by-inch. It was amazing how beautiful her glow looked as I took a moment to take her in. 

I began to push myself away when I felt it. Looking down, I found myself inside her. My cock quickly hardening inside of my sister's pussy. Oh my god. What have we done? I tried to recall everything from the night before. But it seemed all too surreal. This couldn't be real. But it felt more than that. 

As I tried to pull away, my growing tool began to slide out. A low moan of disapproval escaped the sleeping lips of Sydney as her leg pulled me back. I slid inside her womb again as it grew wetter by the second. I tried to pull out this time almost escaping her canal. Just as the edges of the crown crossed out of her lips, she pulled back ounce more and then she clamped her muscles around my dick. Tightening her natural vice to keep her brother embedded within her. 

"Don't," I heard her whimper. Looking up, I saw those sunflower eyes that could cripple any man. "Don't leave."

I stared deep inside those eyes. "We shouldn't," I said. What have we done? My God, what have I done? I began to pull out again.

"No..." She moaned. Pulling her other leg up and over, she thrusting her hips up forcing my shaft deeper. Our pelvis's pressed together. A groan escaped both our throats as I looked up to see the others. Eric and Janet were asleep and breathing heavily. Janet on her back with a hand wrapped around Eric's large, and flaccid penis. The head on Janet's leg belonged to Mindy. Her long hair flowing around on the floor. Her back arched displaying her gorgeous chest to the world. Her legs spread with Jeff's hand in-between. Jeff sprawled out against her side spooning himself against her body. We were all truly a sight to be seen.

"We have to be quiet," I said down to Syd. "We'll wake the others."

"Whatever... ohhh just don't pull out," She cooed.

Slowly I began to pump my hips as far as we could go on every thrust. My sister's cunt grasping at my cock for dear life. We were trying so desperately hard not to make a sound, but the slush of our wetness was filling the room with every pump. 

Syd's face was contorting with bliss as she tried to hold off her moans. It just built up the excitement for both of us as we began to pump harder and harder. Desperate to be able to cry out. 

I leaned back trying to give her more and she brought her legs up tight together. Christ it was tight. I couldn't believe how good it felt. The fact it was so wrong, made it so much hotter. So taboo. But God was it fantastic. I have never felt a woman like this. 

I slammed my meat into her harder and harder. Grasping both her legs together and holding them against my chest. Grabbing at a fallen couch pillow, Syd pressed it against her face and bit into it as she hid her moans. Our bodies rocked together. The feeling of it all too much to handle. Looking down at her between her breasts, I met her glazed over gaze.

"Fuck your slut of a sister, Taylor," she whispered between breaths. "Make me cum!"

Falling on top of her, I flung a leg over each shoulder and pulled my cock out of her soaping wet pussy.

"Noooo," she cried almost in tears. "Put it back. I'm sooo close"

I lowered my hips and held my cock with one hand. I wanted to tease. It was my turn. I felt the tip of my cock press against her lips. A gasp escaped her mouth. The desire to push it in was overwhelming, but I resisted. I smeared the head up and down those lips. Covering the head in our juices once more. I could feel her pulsating, and wanting. 

Centering the cock at her entrance, I pushed the head in. Once the crown passed, I stopped. A low whine escaped her lips as I pulled back slightly. Then in a little more. Then out. Then a little more yet again then pulled out so the crown just barely parted her entrance.

"Do you want it, Syd?" I asked.

"Oh yes!" She whined.

"Say it," I insisted. Her hips tried to thrust, but I managed to pull back. Our connection stayed in place.

"Please..." She begged. 

"Come on Syd," I encouraged.

"Please fuck me. Put that cock back in me right now!" she cried as she reached up and grabbed my hair. I plunged my full length inches into her wanting canal. Her hands fell to my shoulders where her nails dug deep into my flesh. This only raised my arousal. Her mouth was agape in a silent scream of extreme pleasure as her eyes were squeezed shut.

I hammered her pussy just a few times more when she began.

"Oh Taylor. I'm gonna cum baby" I thrust deep again. "Oh Shit!" 

All her muscles clamped down at once as she held me tight in a death embrace. The orgasm ripped through her body like dam had burst. Her body shaking into mine as wave after wave coursed through her. She began to subside just when I was getting close.

"Syd, I'm..." I began.

"My mouth," she whispered. "Please cum in my mouth. I want to taste you, Brother."

How could I turn that invitation down? Quickly I pulled out and scooted back. She arched up and down landing her mouth directly over my cock and all but swallowed it. I could feel her tongue wrap around the bottom coaxing the cum from inside. She wanted it, and I would not deny her my seed.

"It's coming," I breathed. This was too much to see. My horny, naked, little sister desperately trying to milk the cum from my cock. Her head bobbing up and down. She had some talents I never would have guessed. But I probably should have. It was very close now.

"Oh God, that feels...I'm very close," My cock began to swell in he mouth. 

"Syd, I'm..." and then the first stream fired off shooting down her throat. Shot-after-shot disappearing into the depths of her mouth. My insides felt on fire as my own orgasm began. Quaking from each spasm, I began to come back. As I opened my eyes, Syd ran her tongue up and down the outside of my manhood one last time. She locked eyes with me and smiled as she kissed the crown. 

"Morning brother," she giggled.

What have we done... again.

"Morning Syd," I stammered. She dropped my cock after giving it a 'goodbye squeeze' and began to crawl her way up my body. Her breath passing over my chest, my neck, and then directly in front of me. Our faces inches apart. Our noses just barely brushing. Our lips quivering. Wanting. She leaned in and we kissed for the first time.

Her lips were ever so soft, yet still firm with passionate aggression. The whole element laced in a forbidden feel. Our sense where sharp. Our bodies aware to everything from out previous orgasms. Her lips were like cocaine. They parted slightly, and mine with them. Our tongues snaking out to meet each other. They danced and we moaned. Pressing together in a newfound love. And then slowly, we pulled away.

I still had the feeling of her on my lips when I saw the room had been watching. Pair after pair of unblinking eyes. Mindy was the first to speak.

"You guys just can't keep off each other, now can you?" was all she said. 

Syd and I looked at each other. She couldn't help but smile. 

"Well, that was exactly what I needed," she yawned as she stretched her arms in the air. She leaned over and lightly kissed me on the lips. Then quickly getting up, and heading to the bathroom. We all couldn't resist staring at her tight butt as she walked away.

"Anyone else feel a little weird right now?" Asked Janet. She looked around at the group.

"I feel like I should be, but really I'm not," said Mindy. She looked at Jeff.

"Janet, I'm sorry. I never..." he began, but words seemed to fail him. 

"It's okay. I know you never cheated on me before last night. I'm oddly fine with this... How are you?" she asked Jeff.

"Confused," he responded. 

He didn't just sleep with another girl. He slept with his sister right in front of his girlfriend. And she was fine with it. In all fairness, she did have a go with Mindy's boyfriend too.

"And you know what... I think I'm okay with it too. I mean the whole Eric and you thing. It's only fair right?"

"Of course it is," came from Syd as she returned. She sat down causing a circle again, much like last night. "I mean, do you want the poor girl to just wait for you? I think she deserved Eric's meat after the show you two gave."

Jeff blushed as Mindy giggled. 

"So what now?" asked Eric.

"Well nothing much for you," began Mindy. "You didn't sleep with a family member. We'll have to do something about that later." She winked.

"In the mean time," I began, "Why don't we get some food in our system. We've all had quite a bit of exercise and could truly use some protein."

"I know where to get mine," joked Syd as she reached for my package. The group laughed at this. It felt good and released some tension. 

"Come on," I responded trying to bat her hands away. "I'll cook this time."

I'm not too handy in the kitchen, yet I can make some killer pancakes. Nice, buttery, flaky, delicious. So it was a magnificent platter of these that I whipped up with sausage and scrambled eggs. We ate like depraved zoo animals. Around the table we all sat now fully dressed. We talked about everything and anything. One would never guess that last night, we all fucked like bunnies. 

As we dined, Mindy and Sydney talked with each other throughout most of breakfast. The rest of us communed openly. After all the plates were empty and everyone was satisfied, Mindy and Syd addressed us all.

"Hey guys," Mindy started, "Syd and I have been talking, and we think that we should address an issue before it arises."

They had all of our attentions. 

"I thought we should talk a little bit about last night. I mean, if anyone wants to. For me, I'm not going to regret the decisions that I made. Because of that, I'm not going to hold any that you made against any of you. I think we, as a group, should all swear on that."

"Basically, what she means is let's not judge anyone on any choice that they make from this point forward. If something happens, it happens. If we all are okay with it, no one will be hurt." Syd put in.

The group took a moment to digest this concept. 

"So what happens at the cabin stays at the cabin?" questioned Eric.

"I wouldn't put it that way. Let's say more along the line of what happens in the group, will stay in our group." Mindy responded.

"I'm okay with that, I guess," Jeff said. 

"Me too." came from Janet. She looked to Jeff and they smiled.

"Fine by me," Eric chimed in.

"We're down," said Sydney including Mindy.

The group looked to me.

"I feel like we are starting up some sort to twisted club. But what the hell, I'm in. We all came for a good time right?" Everyone nodded their agreement. 

What we didn't know was that back in the city, Mom (Joanne) and Aunt Claire were having a blast without us around. Whether it was late drunken nights in the spa, bar hopping through downtown, or whatever it is that they do. They had plans to come up to the cabin in a couple days, but that was about to change. It went something like this:

Joanne was in the kitchen preparing the crock-pot for pot roast dinner. It had been a long time since she made dinner for two. She hadn't had time to date in a while with her career and the two 'children' at home. But since the news of her family coming up, she took as much time as possible and now relished in the two-week vacation she managed. 

For the past two nights, since the kids went up to the cabin, Claire and Joanne had been going into the town into all the singles bars. Claire of course had a husband, but she wanted to encourage Jo to make some effort to see someone. Whatever bar these two beauties walked into, suddenly all the attention was drawn to them. It was almost like the old days. Unfortunately, it never ended like them. And both nights, the girls came home, empty-handed. 

It was now the morning after their second night. At same time that we cabin dwellers made our decision, Joanne had just finished preparing the meal to cook for the day when Claire came down the stairs wearing a large t-shirt and panties.

"Hey honey," she yawned. "What you got there?"

"Dinner," Joanne replied.

"Already? In my household, we like to have breakfast first. Then maybe lunch." She joked.

"Don't worry. I made you pop tarts. This is just for later. Tonight we have pot roast."

"Mmmmm. Yummy." Claire said. "So I guess this means no bars tonight, eh?" 

Joanne sighed. "I don't know. I'm kinda getting sick of it. It was fun back when we were in our twenties, but it feels different now. I... I don't know."

"When was the last time you were with a man?" asked her sister.

Joanne looked at her. "It's really not your business."

"Since when to you keep that from me? Hell I was there when you lost your cherry anyway. I was even there when you conceived Mindy!"

"So?" defended Joanne.

"So how long ago was it?" Claire asked again.

Joanne took a moment.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean I don't know. I don't know the number of years. It was... a while. Charles was my last one."

"Charles?" she said more in disbelief. "He died seven years ago. You haven't had sex for seven years?!?"

"We didn't have sex for months on end before he died," Jo said.

"Wow," Claire managed. "And I thought I had it bad."

Joanne looked up. "What do you mean?"

"I think Jack's having an affair." She let out. 

"Are you serious?" Joanne asked. Claire nodded. 

"He's been showing all the signs. Coming home late, smelling sweeter, strange phone calls, you know, he hasn't even touched me in forever."

"Maybe he's..." Joanne began.

"Look it doesn't matter. All I know is that we used to have sex at least three times a week. Now I'll be lucky if I can get him once every three months."

"That's some affair." Jo slipped.

"Better be." Claire responded.

There was silence between the two. Suddenly, Claire began to chuckle to herself.

"Well this makes perfect sense now, doesn't it? Here we are, two attractive women. Randy as all hell and have no man to get us off. When the hell would anyone think that would happen? You remember the parties we used to go to?"

Both women began to drift to their memories of their wild sex parties. Joanne's nipples began to harden just as the thought entered her head.

"Those were some wild times," she said focusing on nothing. The temperature in the room began to rise. 

"You remember the one at the cabin?" Claire asked Jo as she took a step closer to her. 

"Tough to forget." Joanne said. Her words unconsciously slipping from her throat.

"I still use that memory to get me off when I'm like this." Claire said. Her voice just barely louder than a whisper. 

"Me too." Jo's eyes were glazing over, lost in her forbidden thoughts.

Claire pressed up against her sister's body. One hand placed onto both hips. Her lips snaking their way behind her head to be next to her ear.

"I remember your moans..." Claire purred into Joanne's ear. Her knees almost buckling from the hot breath of her sister against her skin again. It had been so long. It was so wrong. 

"I remember how unbelievably wet you were..." Her hand began to slide around her hip to the front. She pressed tight against the jeans just over the fly, pressing into her sister's mound. 

"I remember what we did to each other..." She began to slide her hand back up to the button on the pants. Jo felt the tension release from her waist as Jo's hand deftly popped it open. Then between two fingers, she pulled the zipper down, clasp-by-clasp. Joanne's white panties were now on display for her sister's hands.

"Do you remember?" She snaked her hand up and began to slip it beneath the elastic of her underwear. Their bodies breathing together.

"I want to see the pictures again." She whispered into Jo's ear.

Joanne's eyes burst open, snapped rapidly back to the present. The pictures! How could she have forgotten?

"Oh Shit!" she almost screamed as she tore herself away from her horny sister. 

"What? What is it?" Came from the sexually frustrated Claire. Her nipples as rigid as diamonds.

"The Pictures! The fucking PICTURES!" Jo screamed. She passed back and forth through the kitchen.

"What about them?" Asked Claire.

"They're not here. They're at the cabin!" 

"What are you talking about? I gave them to you, remember? Big box, my name on the side."

"I know. I know. I took them up to the cabin after Charles died. It wasn't exactly something I wanted to throw away. Nor did I want someone to find." 

"Relax, baby. It's probably okay." Comforted Claire. She walked up to her sister. "We just have to think right now, okay? Now, where did you put it up at the cabin?"

"Down in the basement." Joanne responded.

"Basement. Okay. Good. Now is there any reason for them to go down there?"

"They have to for heat and power. It's where the fuse box is, not to mention the heater."

"Well not the best, but maybe we're still okay. Did you put anything else in the box? Kinda to be misleading?"

Joanne's eyes grew wider as tears began to build. She covered her face.

"Oh Shit!" She cried.

"What! What else did you put in there?"

"I hid it all under the kid's old games," she whined.

"You're fucking kidding me. You want to hide something from the kids so you put it under their games?" Claire took a breath and then slowly exhaled, gaining composure. "It's okay. I'm sure they have better things to do up there right now than stay inside and play games. We may have lucked out on this one."

"You think?" Asked Joanne. Her face had trails from the fallen tears. 

"Yeah, I do. They went up to the mountains, so I bet they're out enjoying the sun. Probably taking a swim in the lake. Countless things they could do to entertain themselves. It's not like they're suffering from a rainy day or anything..."

Claire looked down at her sister. She seemed to be more at ease. 

"So what do you think?"

Jo took a breath. 

"I don't know. I don't know what I would do if they found those pictures. My God what would they think of me? I'm their mother! They're not supposed to see me like... like I was. Or YOU for that matter. There are pictures with both of us!" She began to lose it again.

Claire was running out of ideas. "Look, the only way we can be sure those pictures are still hidden and secret is for us to go up there a little early. It's not like we've got plans to hold us here anyway. Besides, it would be a nice surprise for the kids."

"That's true," said Joanne, "Why don't we leave today. We can be there before six. Maybe earlier," she began to get up. "Should we call them and let them know?" 

"I'll call. You go pack. Most of my stuff is still in my suitcase already."




Trouble Brewing Ch. 03



"Great!" She said as she hurried down the hall. "The number's in the rolodex by the phone." she called back.

Claire took a deep breath. 

"Christ that girl can be a handful," she muttered to herself. After a quick strum through the Rolodex, Claire found the number. Grabbing the phone she dialed. 

'I'm sorry. The number you wish to dial is not responding, please try your call again later...' echoed from the phone.

'That's weird,' she thought. She checked the number and dialed again. Slower and more careful.

'I'm sorry. The num...'

Her face contorted from confusion. She hung-up the phone and headed towards the hallway.

"Hey Jo," she called. "You've been paying the phone bills right?"

"Yeah." Came from down the hall. "Why?"

"Nothing..." Claire said. Oh well. Guess it really will be a surprise then.

Back to the cabin.

It has been a little boring in here for the past few hours. The rain outside has really been a pain in the ass. All the plans for entertainment that I had made ruined. I had never heard of a storm this late in the season like this before. It seemed kinda fitting given some of the circumstances, but it still pissed me off.

We all felt like we had nothing to do. The games from Claire's box didn't seem too entertaining. No one really felt like playing cards based on the awkward tension when it was mentioned. We all just crashed in the living room and talked most of the time. As or now, Eric was poking at the fire, trying to get it going. Jeff was asleep on the couch. Sydney with her head in his lap. Janet was off somewhere. Mindy and I were at the table building a castle from the card deck.

"It's really been a while since you and I talked, hasn't it?" Mindy asked as she placed a card.

"I guess so. You, me and Jeff used to be inseparable," I said.

"No, I mean talk. Just you and I. It's been a real long time."

"Yeah. I guess. Funny, huh?" I responded. I began to support the base of our tower.

"Yeah. Hmmmm" she said as she looked down at her card. "Do you remember when the last time was?"

I had to think...

"Man, It was probably...it was when my dad died." I slid a card into place.

"Yeah. It was."

"Long time ago."

"Yeah." Mindy flipped the card up into her hand and delicately placed it on top. We held our breath as it settled. No movement. We were good. I attempted to support the bottom, but before the card was in place, it slipped out of my hand and fluttered down to land on Mindy's skirt, held taut by were slightly spread legs.

"Sorry about..." I began as I reached down to grasp the card. Mindy, the sly girl that she was, began to move her legs together. The fabric lost its tension and the card began to lower down between her gorgeous stems. She raised an eyebrow as she looked at me.

I, in turn, returned the look. Then reaching with more determination, grasped the card in between her legs. As I brought it back, I ran the edge against the fabric as I heard her breath catch. 

"My Mom thinks my dad is having an affair." She dropped. 

I stopped what I was doing and looked to her. "Really?"

She nodded.

"Wow, I'm sorry Min..."

"It's okay. Really. I have had my suspicions for a while. I just kept them from Mom because... I'm not sure."

"Suspicions? Like what?"

"Well, the usual. Come home late, yada-yada-yada. But the biggest clue was that I caught him in the act one time."

"Really? Well come on then, spill it."

She looked at me as she gently placed another card. 

"I just finished my last class at the college. Long day, right? Well around this time, I didn't have my car yet. Couldn't afford it. So I was taking public transportation everywhere. Well this day, I was not in the mood to sit next to some old lady smelling of cheese and cats..."

I stifled a laugh.

"... So anyways, my dad's office isn't that far from the college, so I thought that I would see if I could surprise him and take him out to dinner, then bum a ride home."

"High price to pay to avoid Cheesy Cat Lady," I threw in.

She slapped my arm.

"Taylor, come on... as I was saying, I wanted a ride. So I got to his building, got to his office and all that. It was late, so no one was there. I just waltzed right on through 'til I was outside his door. Well, before I opened it, I heard something. Nothing shocking yet, but enough to fuel my curiosity. There were voices. I heard my dad's and a lady I couldn't quite make out. It was tough to say for certain what they were saying. The walls there are much thicker than at your house," and she winked. Wait! What?!?

She continued. "The main thing that I could hear was my fathers low voice and a giggle now and again. So being the snoopy little girl I am, I crawled around until I could find a way to see into his office. He has one of those offices with big glass windows going inside, but none showing out. Anyways, I found a spot. I could just barely see inside between two hanging blinds. At first, I couldn't see anyone, then they moved into my vision."

"My dad was the first thing I saw, he sat on the couch. All he was wearing were his green, silk boxers, his collard shirt and a flashy tie. He stared up at the woman and put his hands behind his head. One-by-one pieces of her clothes fell to the floor. She was just out of my sight, but I could see his reactions. His lips moved, and his groin grew."

"Her underwear was landing on the floor in my vision too. They were red and black. Lacey things. Looked expensive, but it's tough to tell when it's bundled. It wasn't long until I suspected her as being completely naked. Then, my dad motioned her forward. As she walked towards him, I saw she was still wearing a black garter belt, and stockings. But aside from that, she was in the buff."

I slowly became aware that another part of me had been listening to the story. My member began to swell.

"I saw her fall to her knees in-between his legs. He ran his hands through her dark hair. She reached into his boxer's and pulled out his cock."

God I love it when she says that. 

"I couldn't see it. She was blocking my view, but to tell the truth... I desperately wanted to. It was close to this point I noticed my panties were soaked. So there I was, on my hands and knees, pushing my ass in the air as I tried to get lower to see my fathers cock. I snaked a hand back, under my skirt and between my legs and rubbed it over the cloth of my panties. God I was horny."

One of Mindy's hands had snuck off the table. I, in turn, snuck my own hand beneath. My cock was throbbing listening to my cousin's tale. I slowly released the zipper. My cock pushed its way out as if on its own. All this was oblivious to my dear sweet cousin inches away from me. Yet I bet she thought I was oblivious to her actions as well.

"I slipped my panties over my ass to allow myself access. As I did, the woman began to bob her head up and down in my father's lap. He let out a moan and leaned his head back. One of his hands grasped her head, and the other straining against the couch. My own hand rubbing over my clit. Fingers flying. God it was so hot. And it felt so dirty it turned me on all the more. I wanted to see it though. I wanted to see Daddy's penis."

"It didn't take long for my chance to arrive. The woman stopped and scooted back. Daddy stood up in front of her. Her head still blocking my view as she pulled down his boxers. She then stood up in front of him and pushed him back onto the couch. Then I saw it"

"She spread her legs as she began to straddle him. It was like curtains pulling for the show to start. It looked sooo good. I don't know how big he was, but it looked more than enough for me right then. My Daddy had one hand grasping the base as she settled her little pussy right above him. I could see him massage his head against her lips. I tried to follow the movements with my own fingers. Round and round, back and forth. Building up lubrication on both. Then, he stopped moving and positioned it, as did I with three fingers ready. And as she slowly began to lower herself onto my Daddy, I began to push my fingers.... into me." 

Her breath caught. Suddenly, a familiar scent became noticeable to me. I scooted closer to her. And snaked a hand under the table to her thigh. Where a skirt had been before was now pushed up around her waist. I slipped my hand around into the inside and found hers. She looked at me with that want in her eyes again. I could feel the heat emanating from her nest between her thighs. Placing my hand over hers, I meshed our fingers together. I could feel her skin. I could feel her moisture. 

Slowly, her hand slid away and found its place in my lap. She wrapped her fingers around my tool and felt its length pulsating in her grasp. Every vein defined, every muscle tense. We slowly began to masturbate each other. Silently. 

"Continue your story," I said to her in a low voice. My fingers now pressing between her lips. Her wetness seeping through the gaps. 

"I... I saw her... pussy stretch... oh... around his cock..." she began. Her hand found my precum. She began to smear it up and down the length rapidly. She wanted me to cum. "She rode him hard." She said. Her voice faltering. My fingers separating.

"I... I could see his cock.... She kept thrusting down onto it.... Oh god I wanted it..." She squeezed my dick tight. I had trouble not moaning out loud. 

"What did you want to do" I strained to say.

"I wanted him" she responded. My fingers teasing her as I prepped for entry.

"Say it..." I insisted. The power of the situation feeding my desire. I pressed my finger into her tightness.

"I...." Her eyes tightened shut.

"What?"

"I...I wanted to fuck him...I wanted to fuck my daddy." She silently moaned. I pressed my finger down deep into her as she gasped. We furiously began to masturbate each other, racing to orgasm. My fingers plunging in and out of her dripping canal. I began to use two, and then three. 

All our actions, all our parts were hidden from us. All we could see were each other, and the effects on our faces. I knew she was close. And she knew I. We desperately tried to hold in the moans. The wind outside began to slowly howl again. The roof sounded like rocks were falling against it. 

"I want you to cum right now, Mindy." I said in her ear. 

"I'm close," she said. "But you first." With that she let go. The shock caused me to stop. Suddenly, I felt her hand upon mine again. It moved mine out of the way as she began to grab her own pussy. Then, as quick as before, she brought it back to my cock. Her fingers wrapped around it. She effortlessly slid it up and down, jacking it with such ease. She had used her own wetness from her pussy to lubricate my dick.

"Do you like the feel of that?" She asked close to my ear. "Your cock just got a taste of my pussy. Fuck my fist like it was my pussy. Cum in my palm like you would in me. Do it! Cum in me, Taylor."

That was all it took. Within seconds, I could feel the tightening begin in my balls. Then my body began to shudder as I began to paint the bottom of the table with cum. My hand now a blur between her legs. As my body shook, I felt her vaginal muscles clamp. She began to buck and spasm against my hand. Our movements shaking the table. Our castle crumbling at its foundation.

"Holy shit! It's hailing outside!" Eric called in astonishment looking out the front window. The sleeping duo woke and turned to see. Mindy and I stayed motionless. She pulled her hand away and brought her cum covered fingers up to her mouth. Her tongue slipped past her lips and licked her fingers until one large droplet remained. With the wink of her eye she leaned back from the table who brought her hand down to between her spread thighs. I watched dumbfounded as she pushed deep within her vagina. Slowly she pulled her finger out, clean and glistening in her own juices.

"And now my pussy just got a taste of your cock," she said as she brought her hand up to my face and smeared her wetness over my lips.

"Thank you" she said and kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth and wrestling with my own. Her taste lingered for moments later. We were oblivious to the others by the window. We were in our own little world over the ruins of our once mighty palace. Mindy began to rise up out of her seat.

"What happened with your story?" I asked.

Mindy looked down at me and leaned over the table. Her cleavage almost spilling out of her top. 

"Well, Daddy fucked that slut of his until he came deep inside her. She rode him like a champ. I had at least three orgasms before both of their first. After that, they cleaned up, and left. I had to hide under a desk so I wouldn't be seen. I ended up taking the bus home after all. I never got a chance to see her." 

With that she turned and left. This week was becoming too much for me.

The storm was just as bad as it had been for the past few days. No sign of improvements that I could tell. Jeff, Syd, Mindy, and Eric were out on the porch watching the rain when I realized that Janet was missing. As a matter of fact, I hadn't seen her all morning. I gave a quick look to both rooms and the bathroom. With that said, I know there is really only one place she could be. 

I walked down the steps to the basement. Looking around, I saw no sign of her. This is truly odd. As I began to leave, something caught my eye. On the floor near a pile of boxes, there lay a small piece of yellow cloth. I've seen those before, but not down here. 

I picked it up. They were the bikini bottoms to Janet's swimsuit. As I held them close to examine, a scent I was growing quite familiar with filled my senses. She was aroused. And it wasn't that long ago, based on the texture that these were stripped off. She was still here, but where.

It didn't take long to figure that one out. Near at hand, I could make out a bulk under a tarp. The dead give away was the tiny toes sticking out from beneath. I reached down and clasped the edge in my hand. I began to slowly pull up.

"Don't!" called out from underneath.

"Janet?" I called. "It's Taylor. What are you doing down there."

"I... I was..."

"I'm going to lift the tarp, okay?"

"But I'm..."

"I've seen it before," I said. No response. "I tell you what. I promise I won't look."

The silence left me to believe she was considering.

"Okay?"

She reluctantly answered. "Okay."

I carefully lifted the tarp off of Janet. Once she came into view, I tried to avert my eyes. I did so, but not before noting that she only wore the bikini top she had the night before. The rest naked as the day she was born. Smooth and sexy. Her skin was sticky with sweat. What surprised me most of all, was she was clutching the photo album we had found from Claire's box. She now clutched it to her body hiding her lower goods.

Trying to look away from her, I felt I had to at least explain myself. "Sorry for intruding, but I... well, I didn't mean to. Everyone else was caught up in the storm; I figured I'd see what you were up to. And well, here I am." I glanced over my shoulder. "And there you are..." Realizing what I was doing, I snapped it back. "Shit! Sorry."

"I guess it's okay. You have seen it before." She stated looking down.

"Yeah well, I didn't mean to." My mind raced to last night. Visions of Janet slowly being exposed flashed into my head. First her breasts, then when she removed her own panties. I remembered she shaved herself. How smooth and soft it looked. And I then remembered the current situation.

"Out of curiosity, Janet, what were you doing down here?" I asked.

"Oh! I was... I." I knew she was growing embarrassed. "I found the photo album we saw yesterday. I don't know why, but I snatched it from the box. I didn't want anyone to catch me looking at it, so I ran down here. And well, the pictures kinda got me carried away."

I could almost hear her blush. 

"Taylor? Do you mind if I ask you a question?" 

"Of course not."

"Do you... Do you think I'm... attractive?"

"Are you kidding? Janet, you are a very attractive woman. How could you even ask a question like that?

"I don't know. It's just that Syd and Mindy are, well they're gorgeous. All you guys drool over them. I just felt like I couldn't compare."

"Oh Janet. Look, you are truly beautiful. Each of you girls are beautiful in your own way. You each have your quirks that make you who you are. I remember some of yours that really drive men crazy."

"Really? Like what?"

"Well, for starters, you have a wild side. There is a really dirty mind up there and it sneaks its way out on occasion. Guys like girls like that. You also have a great body. Nice curves. Nice ass. I mean you are a great catch. Not to mention..." I trailed off. Let's see it she bites.

"What?"

"Um... Well I noticed last night that you... well you shave."

"Oh that. Guys like that?"

That honestly stunned me. "Well, yeah. A lot of guys like that. I'll be honest to say I'm one of them."

There was a slight pause in our conversation, as I remained turned away from her. 

"Taylor, turn around."

I slowly turned to her. There she was. Her legs pressed together, on her back, leaning on her elbows. Slowly, she began to part her legs. She opened herself to my view as I stared between her knees. Her pussy was sopping wet. It looked juicy, soft, and tight.

She stared at me as I beheld her privates. "So what do you think?" She asked.

"It's... beautiful." I was hypnotized by her moist mound.

She smiled at me as she brought a hand up. Very gently, she began to rub her fingers against her lower lips. 

"I've shown you mine. Let me see yours." She said. How was I to deny her?

I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. Then lowered the zipper ever so slowly. Her eyes were fixed on my groin. I reached inside and pulled out my cock. Through the day's activities, it had itself quite a workout. As of now, it was quite soft. Judging by the smile on her face, it didn't make any difference to her. 

"Come closer," She said as I found my body moving forward. Her eyes never left their target. She was as if in a trance. "Before last night, I had only seen one of these. Now, I want to see more. I want to feel more. How can I make it hard?" She asked looking up into my eyes. Her hand was still rubbing herself.

"You could touch it," I said barely low enough to hear. She leaned her body up and brought her now free hand closer to my soft member. Her fingers touched the tip gently. She trailed her fingertips all along the shaft. 

"Like this?" She asked. 

"Haven't you done this with Jeff?" 

She chuckled to herself. "He's normally hard before I get to touch him. Same with most guys I've been with. I haven't really had a chance to mess around with foreplay." She began to wrap her fingers around my limp tool.

"Well what you're doing is fine," I encouraged. "It just may take more to get started today."

"I want it hard," she said with a determined edge. "Would this help?" 

With that she leaned up. Sticking out her tongue, she licked from the base to the crown. Her tongue dancing along the shortened length. She pulled back and licked her lips.

"That's weird," she began. "Yours tastes different."

It crossed my mind that she must taste Mindy's pussy on my cock. Chances are that she doesn't know the flavor, but she does now. She might as well be licking her boyfriend's sister.

"I'm sure you'll find out why later."

She smirked at me and leaned in again. This time holding the shaft with one hand and aiming it towards her face. She scooted herself closer, bringing her sweet pussy closer. I began to feel my blood flow change.

She began to slowly lick again; more deliberately. As she pulled near the crown and began to focus her attention there. She must be feeling the life begin to stir in her hands. She placed her small, and saliva coated lips at the very tip of my cock. Opening her mouth, she took me in. 




Trouble Brewing Ch. 03



A moan escaped my lips as Janet began to bob her head on my slowly hardening penis. She had both hands involved, one holding the shaft, and one holding her up. I had to return the favor to her. 

I pulled her off my cock. The moment I did, she looked disappointed. It looked like I just pulled cocaine away from an addict. Before she could say anything, I took off my pants completely and lay down against the pile the tarp made. My semi hard cock ready for her to continue. 

She smiled once again as she crawled over to it. The moment she was there, she engulfed it again and continued her assault. Her ass was pointing up in the air next to me. One of her fingers found it's way into her as she began to pleasure herself while sucking me. Visions of Mindy's story flashed into my mind of her in the same position. This time, with a cock in her mouth. 

I reached up and grabbed Janet's legs, encouraging her over closer. She got the idea as she brought one leg up and over my head positioning us in a sixty-nine. There in front of me was one of the wettest pussies I have ever seen. I brought my fingers up and spread her wide open. Her pink interior looked to have never been spoiled. 

Very gently, I began to insert my index figure into her. A moan tried to force its way out her mouth, but my cock stopped it as her voice reverberated against it. I was almost at full mast. Pulling my finger out, I found it covered in her juices. The scent filing my nostrils. I couldn't resist any longer. 

Spreading her wide again, I leaned my head in and stuck my tongue deep into that waiting hole. She had to have been with several men, but I would never have guessed from how tight she held my intruder. I licked and lapped. My chin pressing against her clit here and there. She almost seemed to be crying on my sore tool. Our bodies pressed together. Sweat building between our bellies. My arms reached up and around her shapely ass pressing my face into her deepest held secret. 

I never had tasted a woman from a shaved pussy before. It was amazing. So smooth, and sweet. I was intoxicated with her. I was going crazy between her legs. Nibbling, biting, licking, sucking. Wanting more and more. God I needed her on it now!

Janet must have thought the same thing as she quickly stopped her attack. She looked back at me with the hunger that I have now seen countless times.

Quickly, she sprung off me and straddled my waist. I reached up and grabbed her hips. She reached in between my legs and began to position for entry. I felt her smooth, wet skin begin to lubricate my cock. 

Just as we were lined up, the basement door opened. Not NOW! 

"Taylor! You down here?" I heard Sydney's voice call down.

Quickly Janet jumped off of me. Shit! As she did, Syd's footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. Just as I stood up, I looked right at my sister. Her arms crossed, and obviously enjoying the view based upon her smirk.

Janet stood behind me.

"Sorry to interrupt," she mocked. I didn't even bother hiding my erection.

"I'm sure you are," I replied. Just when I got horny too. "What's so important?"

"Oh nothing much. We were all just about to go swimming and wondered if you guys wanted to join."

"Swim? Where in the lake? It's pouring outside." I stated. 

"So? We came up here for a good time and I'm not going to let the rain keep me in any longer." She proudly put. "Besides, you ever swam in the rain?" She asked coming closer to us. For some odd reason, I hadn't gone soft yet. 

"It'll be fun," Syd said as she reached out and let her fingers walk along my cock. Syd looked back to Janet. She was trying to cover herself. 

"What about you Janet? You up for it?" She asked walking up next to her. Janet looked up to find that Syd was but inches from her face. One of Syd's hands reached out and grabbed Janet's ass and pulled up. Janet's breath caught in her mouth. Syd allowed her hand to slide all the way around her hip until it was at the line leading to her pelvis. Then down it went. Syd ran her fingers across Janet's moist lips.

A sinister smile ran across Syd's mouth. 

"If you guys want, I'll give you a moment." She said. 

Janet and I looked to each other. 

"That's probably not a good idea," I lied.

"Oh, I think it's a great idea." Syd responded. She calmly strutted across the room as Janet and I looked at each other. We both desperately wanting to continue our secret activity, but neither would voice it now. Syd, in the mean time, grabbed an old wooden chair that was stored down here and walked back to us. She placed it on the ground.

"Come here, brother." Syd commanded in a very subtle order. 

I couldn't stop myself from walking to her. I placed myself directly in front of my sister.

"This shirt won't due. We want her to see all of you." With that said, she lifted my shirt off my body exposing my torso. Syd ran her hand up my skin and placed her palm against my chest. She pushed hard.

"Take a seat." And I fell onto the chair. She smiled down at my naked form. What the hell was going on? I just couldn't resist her right now. She looked up to the bewildered Janet.

"Janet," she sweetly called. "Come over here please."

Janet cautiously walked over to us. She stood right in front of me in nothing but her yellow top. 

"We must take care of this too for my dear brother. Let's show him all you have to offer." She untied the straps of Janet's top. Janet stood paralyzed before me now as naked and yearning as I. My aching cock still rigid as ever. 

"I want you to get on top of him," Syd commanded again. Janet looked down to me. As I looked up, she began to turn to face me.

"No! Not that way. Your back will be too him. I want to look at your eyes as his cock sinks into you," Syd said.

"You're... You're going to watch?" stammered Janet.

"Of course I am. I'm going to watch you two fuck each other's brains out. Now mount my brother!" she said sternly. The red streaks in her hair matched the fire in her eyes.

I sat motionless as Janet turned her back to me. She took a step back. As she did, the valley of her ass nestled my raging hard on. I reached down and placed a hand under each cheek. Syd pulled a stool out of a pile and sat on it crossed legged. She watched us intently.

Janet's breathing was rapidly increasing as she began to step further back. Her left leg just outside of mine. And now her right leg. Her wet box was directly over my cock. I held her up. Slowly she relaxed herself and I lowered her gently. The tip of my prick sliding against her leg, slowly inching its way closer to its goal. The dampness increased against my cock head. And then I felt her lips.

The head of my penis rested at her entrance; the tip parted her folds. Slowly, Janet lowered herself down. Her pussy clamped around the head of my manhood. My God it was tight. She carefully raised herself back up and sank down again. This time sliding further. She did it again, and again. Each time I slipped deeper inside her. Then finally, she brought herself back to the very tip. Barely clinging on, keeping us together. Suddenly, she dropped herself down, shoving my cock to its limit in her depths as our voices melded together in a harmonic groan.

I couldn't believe the sensation that ripped its way through my body. For someone who loves thick cocks, her pussy was tighter than I'd dare to imagine. She bounced on my lap, my hands aiding in support and together we fucked. 

Syd watched us intently. Her eyes never leaving our connection. Unblinking. Her legs were no longer crossed. She sat now legs spread as far as they would go. She licked her fingers as she watched us and brought her hand down to her quivering snatch. 

"How does it feel, Janet? How's my big brother's cock feel inside you." She taunted.

"It's... It's filling me up," she cried as she threw her head back in bliss. She continuously slammed herself upon me over and over again as my sister watched. She grasped one of her tits in her hand as she continued to stimulate herself. 

"Oh, Yes!" cried Janet. Our slapping echoed between these damp walls. "It feels good. Sooo fucking gooooood!" 

Syd's teeth were gritting together. Her orgasm finding its way closer... But not before Janet.

High pitch yelps began to come from her lips. Her moans and panting intensifying with each thrust. And then without warning, she clamped onto my organ for dear life as she was swept over with throws of passion. Inaudible words poured out of her mouth. Syd working harder than ever as she brought herself off right after Jan. Her body shaking. Eyes clamped shut. Mouth agape. 

Unfortunately, due to today's activities, I still had a ways to go. But as for now, I was more than content with my manhood resting inside Janet as she gathered herself. Sydney leaned back soaking in the moment. 

"That... That was truly something." Syd said as she slowly tried to stand. A wide smile on her face as she gave a good stretch. "So you guys still coming out for a swim?" She asked once more as she walked back up the stairs leaving Jan and me still entwined.

Janet was leaning on me like a wall. My hands stuck to her hips. My cock still hard and entombed inside her. Her breathing was slow and deep.

"We should probably go cool off." I said. Judging by the sound of the rain outside, that wouldn't take long at all. 

"Yeah..." Janet began. She slowly pulled herself up off my lap. A moan of disappointment slipped out of her as my cock fell from her lips and smacked against my stomach. She grabbed her swimsuit and put it back on. All I could do was watch from my chair. She looked at me as she tied her strap around her neck.

"Thank you, Taylor." She said as she walked up and kissed my cheek.

"Glad I could help," I replied as she walked upstairs taking the album with her.

There I was, still horny, and unsatisfied. It took me forever to get hard, and now it will take just as long to get soft... Fuck it. Let's go swim.

By this time, Aunt Claire and Mom (Jo) were nearing the mountains in their sedan. The highway they were on was almost empty. Few cars heading in the same direction, many more heading away. Their blue sky was slowly turning to the dark and dreary overcast that lay above us. Jo drove while Claire rested in the passenger seat. She gripped the wheel as she leaned forward to look at the melancholy sky where they headed. 

"Hey Claire," she said. Claire remained asleep. Jo looked over and gave her a friendly, but firm nudge. "Claire. Wake up. Take a look at that." She said indicating to the clouds.

Claire blinked her eyes groggily. She strained them open as she looked ahead. 

"What?" she said as she tried to focus.

"Look at those clouds." Jo said. "I've never seen it like this. Especially this time of year. What do you make of it?"

Claire glanced up. "I'm no meteorologist. I just see clouds. Wake me when you see something interesting." She began to get comfortable once again just as they began to drive over a bridge. 

As they did, Claire's eyes locked on the swollen river beneath them. A brown torrent of water was rushing just a few feet below the bridge. Stubborn stems of trees just barely poking out of the water. 

"Holy shit." She said as she looked at the gushing stream. "That's pretty damn interesting."

Near the other side of the bridge, the water had forced part of the levee to burst earlier. Water was surging though onto virgin ground.

Blinking yellow lights ahead could now be seen. As they approached, the sisters saw a construction crew sitting in a truck staring out at a line of telephone poles. A wire that went into the ground had become fixed to a floating tree.

"That river runs from up in the mountains." Claire said wide-eyed.

"Yeah, I think it does." Her sister responded.

"Do you think they're alright?" Claire said as she began to worry.

"Yes, I do. The cabin is high up. Not to mention that the lake's water level is controlled by a dam." She looked over to her sister, trying to keep her own fear out of sight. This time, she needed to comfort rather than be comforted. "They should be fine."

Drops of rain began to splatter against the windshield. Claire sat back a little more at ease. Jo looked over at her as they plowed their way through the shower.

"Don't worry. It won't be far now." She assured.

It was all too surreal. There we were, out in the middle of a downpour in nothing but our bathing suits. We lined up along the dock shivering and soaked. Then all at once, we jumped. Into the water with us. The cold now surrounding our bodies, grasping and hugging us tightly. Yet it didn't matter to anyone in the least.

There we played. We swam, raced, dove, jumped, submerged and splashed. It was our own little way of fighting back against the storm. All huddled together tightly, denying the shivers. It felt like a movie. Something you watch, but never get to experience. We were just being careless and carefree. 

Eric was up on the dock chasing Syd as they played some sort of "King of the Dock" game. When he caught her, she let out a scream of laughter. He embraced her tightly as he lifted her up. Her legs kicking. Then down they both went into the lake. When they emerged, Syd began to splash Eric. Apparently thinking she could get him wetter than they already were.

Janet floated along on her back feeling the soft patters of the rainfall against her body. Jeff next to her on an air mattress he brought. Every-now-and-again they would switch, until both shared it. Torsos out while their legs kicked softly in the water.

As for me, I was floating with all but my head submerged. From where I was, the sandy lake bottom at least a yard beneath my feet. Just enjoying the moment when a hand grasped my ankle and down into the dark I went. 

I barely had enough time to catch a breath before I was immersed in the lake. Once under, I was totally aware of the body near me. Her long hair dancing around her head like a breeze in slow motion. It had to be Mindy. I opened my eyes to see her form gliding gracefully through the water. Almost angelic, she seemed. She turned sharply and swam right up into my face. 

Her eyes shown like ever changing marbles bathed in the little light we had. Her hair now wrapping around my head as its momentum passed her sudden stop. Bubbles of air suddenly caressed my body and ran with haste up to the surface. A sudden laugh escaped her lips as more bubbles flew out to freedom. We raced with them up to the surface ourselves. 

We bobbed above the water line as the rain pelted us again. 

"Got you," She laughed as she floated near me. 

"I let you," I lied. 

"Ha! I bet." She retorted. A loud splash caught our attention. Turning we saw Syd now standing on the dock striking poses that mocked muscle. Eric was in the water where the ripples of the noise originate. Cheers and applause emanated from Janet and Jeff. 

Mindy looked on and laughed. She didn't notice me deftly slip beneath the surface. Down I went always looking up. Beneath her, I couldn't help but admire my cousin once more. Perfect in all the right places.

Just then, I noticed above the water, she became aware of the fact I wasn't to be seen. Acting quickly, I grabbed both her legs and pulled. Down she came followed by thousands of bubbles. Her arms trailing along with her hair. I wrestled her to the lakebed. 

Looking up, I saw a sight that made me jump. There, riding the bubbles back to the surface was Mindy's top. I felt the smile stretch across my face as I looked back down to see her breasts naked and exposed. She grinned that sly grin of hers as she leaned forward and grabbed the back of my head. As she pulled, our lips found each other's. There we shared air, beneath the water. Her bare chest pressing into mine. Her goose pimpled skin having no comparison to her nipples harder than my own. 

Our tongues met for the first time. First wrapping around one another, then caressing as our bodies pressed together tightly. As we rolled and turned together, our bodies slowly began floating up, then softly breaching the water level.

"Follow me," she said with a wink. Then slowly she went underwater once again.

I looked over at everyone else to see them caught up in their own activities. I deeply sucked in a breath a plunged myself below. 

As I swam to the bottom, I saw Mindy kicking away from me. Surprised, I silently followed. I watched her as best as I could. Paying very close attention to her ass as she swam just a few feet ahead of me. The visibility was slowly getting worse leaving me to think we were approaching the house, hidden in its shadow. To prove me right, the ground began to slope up and soon we were out of the water.

We were on the far side of the cabin. Hidden from the others who we could still hear laughing and screaming. Mindy walked cautiously up to the deck with me right behind. 

Suddenly, she stopped and turned. I found myself directly in front of her as she grabbed me and kissed me deeply. I couldn't help it as I pushed her against the wall. A sudden moan of surprised escaped her mouth to be swallowed in my own. I grabbed each of her wrists and held them up above her head, stretching her body against my own. Holding her wrists now with one hand, I placed the other behind her and roughly pulled her chest against my waiting mouth as a moan of pleasure parted her lips.

I sucked onto her nipple like I was receiving life. Her panting causing it to rise and fall. My tongue danced along it as I inhaled her fragrance.

"Take me inside." She moaned. 

Like horny teenagers again, we flew inside. Our bodies still dripping wet. Into the living room we went. Through the bay windows ahead, the rain fell. Inside, we were burning hot. 

We embraced each other again in a sensual kiss. My hands trailing down her back. She held onto my shoulders and began to knead them like clay. I slid my hands further and filled them each with the cheeks her perfect ass. I squeezed tightly, kneading her flesh in with my fingers.

"Fuck it," she said. "Just take them off, will ya?" She purred with stern intent, and I did, quickly with as much desire. Seconds later I was standing in front of my naked and horny cousin.

My quickly hands traveled back to her ass, and then a little bit lower. I reached my right hand around and began to slide it down her crack from the top. Her tiny asshole first came to my touch. A slight gasp escaped from her upon its discovery.

"Dirty boy," she purred. "That's for later." 

A chill ran down my spine of the prospect as I trailed my hand further. Mindy spread her legs some more giving me better access and instantly came to the base of her pussy lips. Her breath caught short as I touched her. 

"Why the fuck are you being so sensual?" she asked playfully annoyed.

With that I grabbed her and threw her onto the couch. A lustful fire spilled out of her eyes as she landed legs spread. 

I leapt on her like a cheetah onto prey. One hand diving right into her pussy as I kissed her hard on the mouth. She returned the contact just as rough and pinched my nipples. What a little bitch this one can be. I began to rub her cunt, feeling the wetness pour out of her. 

"Oh God," she began to pant. As she grabbed each leg and spread her thighs wider.

I fell between her legs instantly taking my place near her sex. Taking my middle finger, I placed it at her entrance and began to push it in. It almost felt like she sucked it to its depth. Before I knew it, I was all the way up to the knuckles. I began to pull it out, then in. Faster and faster. Pumping her, finger fucking her. My arms began to tense. Her moans multiplying. 

"Oh FUCK!" she cried. Her eyes suddenly locked on to my hidden erection as her hand began to massage me over my trunks. "God I want you bad! Please...Oh More!" She was wriggling in ecstasy. I began to go at her with two fingers with my thumb right on her clit. "Oh My God!" she shrieked as she began to pound the cushions with her fists. 




Trouble Brewing Ch. 04



(This is the conclusion the Trouble Brewing series. All characters are of the ages eighteen and older. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoy.)

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We woke the next morning to sunshine for first time since we arrived. I could see the dancing specs of dust floating on the beams of light from the windows. The warmth of the radiance filling the living room.

An arm was draped over my chest. As I raised my head, the sleeping form of Mindy visited my eyes. Her head rested on my shoulder. A peaceful smile upon her soft face. We were both clothed. How? I'm not sure. I don't remember too much after our first round last night. But with the alcohol and the unbridled sex, I don't think we went much longer.

I began to rise, my head pounding once again. The second I began to pull away, Mindy held me tighter.

"Nooooo," she moaned half asleep. "Just a little longer."

"Mindy," I said softly next to her ear. "We have to get up. My Mom can't see us like this."

"Why not?" she said with her eyes still shut.

"Because we're still cousins."

A big grin stretched across her face as she held me even tighter.

"Mindy..." I began.

"Alright, alright." She loosened her grip and I slowly crawled out of our tangled mass. Blankets had been placed over us all as we slept together, cuddled in a giant knot. Shaking my head, I stumbled into the kitchen ready for my morning ritual.

"Good morning, Lover," purred my aunt as she blew on her steaming cup of coffee. She wore a loose fitting blue robe. The knot holding it in place in the front dangled with the threat of coming undone. She smiled at me.

"Morning, Aunt Claire," I replied. I made my way over to the coffee and poured my cup. We both stood there. Soaking in the light from the kitchen window like a couple of lazy cats.

"I hope you don't mind," Claire said.

"Mind what?" I asked.

"Dressing you. I just thought it would be a good idea just in case Joanne comes down before you are all up. Not the best thing in the world for her to see everyone naked... you know." She raised an eyebrow. "Not yet at least."

"Thanks, I guess." I said. I took a long gulp of the coffee.

"So did you give it any thought?" My aunt questioned.

"Gave what now?" I asked, my mind a blur.

"You know. About last night." She tilted her head. "You... and your Mom."

"Ah," I began. "Well I haven't had much time but..." I took a deep, long sip.

"But?" She grinned that wicked grin.

"I'm still not sure. I know it's wrong, but part of me wants it because of that."

"And you should," she said. "Your mother is a very attractive woman. She is physically fit, very outgoing, and take it from experience when I say she is a crazy woman in the sack." She winked.

I shook my head.

"That too must run in the family," I stated. She laughed quietly.

Taking a last sip, she set her cup down and walked over to me. The knot in her robe falling away from itself, leaving a gap of skin exposed down her center. I ran my eyes down the path of her skin from her neck, through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, and then resting upon her hairy mound.

She walked right up to me, pressing her body into mine. My one hand just brushing against her sex. I could feel her heat radiate against my knuckles.

She leaned in close to my ears.

"I know she wants you," she whispered as she guided my hand to cup her mound. "I've seen her look at you when you don't know. I've seen how she acts when she's hiding from her feelings. I've seen her horny. That is how she is around you."

She pressed on my middle finger, forcing it to sink in her steaming folds.

"If you fuck your mother," she said, "I'll fuck my son." She purred into my ear.

Instantly, visions of Jeff and Claire flashed into my mind. My cousin and my aunt, Mother and Son, engaging in intercourse beside my mother and me. I don't know why, but these thoughts began to get to me. Claire noticed as her other hand began to caress my growing dick through my sweats.

"Until then, you won't get a piece of me though." She teased as she pulled away. She slowly tied her robe as footsteps could be heard above.

Moments later, my mother came stumbling into the room holding her head in one hand as she groaned the pains of a headache. She pointed to the coffee pot.

"Any left?"

Aunt Claire poured her sister a fresh cup as Mom sat down. My thoughts couldn't help but linger on the words my aunt spoke into my ear moments earlier. My own mother had feelings for me? No way.

I looked to her as she sat down at the table, pursing her lips as she blew against the coffee. For some reason, I couldn't look at her as I always had before. Before, I would just see my mom. But now, I see a woman. A woman who raised me, and all my life I had been blind to her beauty. I knew she was beautiful, true; but I never took it in myself. I've never fallen victim to it. I don't know what it was, but now... I... This is so wrong.

I tried to shut my eyes to snap myself out of it, but every time I opened them; there she would be. Sipping her steaming hot brew. She had just woken up, but she still held this splendor about her that could make any breath cut short. Her hair slightly tangled with a few strands falling into her face. Her eyes were amazing. Sparkling as they held their focus on... OH SHIT! My mother was staring at my erection pressing against my sweats. When the hell did that come back?

Her eyes stayed glued to my groin as my aunt stared at us two. Looking on us like a twisted puppet master. She raised an eyebrow with a crooked smile.

Suddenly, my mother looked up and caught my eye. She knew she was busyed. Both our faces flushed red as she looked away.

"So," started Aunt Claire, "It looks like it will be a beautiful day. What say we all go out and enjoy it?"

"Sounds good to me," I said eager to move on.

"Me too," My mother said looking elsewhere.

"Well then, I'll wake the others," Claire said as she walked out of the room.

Soon everyone was up, and breakfast was served. Another great meal with a wonderful conversation. We decided upon going for a hike to enjoy the day. There was a trail not that far along the lakeshore that went up the mountain to a waterfall. It was a tough hike; about two hours both ways. And thirty minutes after breakfast, we were set to go.

We began our walk along the shore of the lake. Mom and Claire were up in the lead chatting away. Jeff behind them with Janet. Eric with Mindy trailing. Sydney behind Mindy, and myself behind her. It had been so long since we were on this trail; it was like taking a step back in time. I used to run up and down it on our family reunions as a child. I used to know every step, but that was such a long time ago. Now, with the erosion, it was tough to tell.

The day was absolutely gorgeous. The sky a blue that we almost forgot existed. The birds were soaring, and chirping. We walked from the light through the shadows of the pines. Every now and again we would come across a spot where the path had become a large mud puddle due to the storm. Most places had begun to dry, but some still created a burden on us. We managed our way through, but not without muddy clothes.

I couldn't help but note Sydney as she trekked along in front of me. She wore a denim skirt that didn't hinder her in any way from the walk we were taking. What it did do was let me look upon her legs as she strode up the trail. Her calves shaped perfectly. The occasional step greeted me with exposing her thigh more than normal. At times like these, I had no issue with being in the back.

Soon we found ourselves on a shoulder of the mountain in an area where huge rocks pushed out of the ground, just under twenty minutes from waterfall. We were making some good time. Then Syd looked back at me. It was just a glance over her shoulder, but I could see something in her eye. She took another step and fell. A cry escaped her lips as she clutched her ankle.

"Sydney!" came from our mother as she rushed up. "Honey! What happened?"

"I tripped on that stupid rock," she whined. "UGH! I think I twisted it!"

"Oh, Syd!" my mother said with that worried look in her eyes.

Sydney looked up to me. "Taylor, you wouldn't happen to have any tape on you?" she asked. I did, of course. Boy scouts.

"Oh Yeah!" I said as I began to rummage through my bag.

"Look, why don't the rest of you go on." Syd said to the others, "It's not far, and it's much better to rest there than here on these rocks."

"No way, Syd. We're going back." Mom said.

"Mom, I'm fine. We already made it this far. Besides, Taylor can have me taped up in no time," She looked at me. "Right, Taylor?"

She had that look in her eyes. I instantly doubted she felt anything wrong with her foot.

I looked up to my mom "... Right. I can handle this one. Why don't you guys go ahead?"

"Come on Jo," Claire joined. "Taylor knows what he's doing." She began to usher Mom back up the trail. She was slowly relenting.

She looked back to us. "Alright. You two hurry up, okay?"

"Okay Mom." Syd called up to her. Moments later, they were out of sight.

I was kneeling down over her as she turned to me. With a wink, she stood up and ran off the trail into the woods.

"Hurry up! We don't have much time!" she called back.

What's gotten into us? I grabbed our things and ran after her.

When I caught up, Syd had stopped in a small, grassy meadow. She was leaning against a fallen tree waiting for me.

"About time," she snickered. She walked up to me and fell to her knees. Her hands reached up and grabbed my fly as she began to unzip me.

"I've wanted this all morning," she said as she freed my cock. Grabbing the base, she engulfed the whole thing into her mouth, swallowing my member. She began to pump her head back and forth; lubricating me with her spit. She pulled off and began to lick it. My cock slowly coming to.

"So big brother," she began as she stroked her hand up and down the hardening shaft. "Do you want to do your little sister right here in the woods? My pussy's already dripping for you."

With her free hand, she began to pull the skirt up. She hadn't bothered to wear panties. Her sopping wet snatch came into view glistening in the light of the sun. I was hard as a rock.

"Holy shit, Syd!" I said. "My horny little sister. I'd never had guessed."

She laughed as I lay down in the grass. She stepped right over me and lowered herself to my loins. I felt her wetness under her skirt as I strained my cock, trying to keep it pointing up.

"You do want it, don't you?" she teased. "Oh, the poor little boy..."

I reached up and pushed her down, my cock plowing right into her. A moan poured out of us and blended with the sounds of the forest. She began to ride me. Clutching on to my tool with her vaginal muscles. Squeezing me.

"Oh YES!" cried Syd as she pumped herself up and down. "Oh Taylor! Ugh... GOD I love it!"

We were a couple of wild animals. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. My horny sister impaled on my cock. She thrust herself against me, striving to go deeper each time. Her teeth clenched together. Hair free and flying.

She pushed down again and held it as she grabbed me by the hair.

"Do you like it?" she asked through gritted teeth. "You're fucking your sister, Taylor. Oh Fuck! Fuck Me Taylor. Pound your little horny slut. Ohhh yeeeaaaaah!" she rocked her hips into mine. Rotating against my piston.

Suddenly, I leaned up to her surprise and threw her off of me.

"You think you're a slut," I said, "Then get on all fours." And as quickly as I said it, she had obliged. I grabbed her skirt and held it over her hips. Her ass waiting for me. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance again and drove my hips forward.

"OOOHHHHHH!" cried Syd as I began to hump her doggy style. "Oh Taylor! Fuck me! Harder."

I began to plunge into her like I was searching for oil. Pounding harder and harder.

"HARDER! OH SHIT! FASTER!!! OH YES GIVE IT TO ME!" she screamed. My cock a blur going in and out of her pussy. My balls slapping against her clit. I grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart. Looking down, I could see myself slamming into my sister. And right above, her tiny asshole puckered open.

I licked my middle finger and placed it at her small entrance. With a gasp from her, I pushed it in all the way to the knuckle.

"OH MY GOD!" she cried. "Oh Shit! It feels..." I began to push in then out. Slowly finger-fucking my little sister's ass as my cock plunged her insides.

"Taylor, use your cock! Put it in my ass now!" HOLY SHIT!

With one final thrust, I withdrew my throbbing cock from her pussy. Instantly her own hand went there and in went two fingers. I, in the mean time, place the head of my cock at her puckered hole. She spread her legs further as I raised myself up; ready to take my sisters anal virginity.

"Do it!" she grunted. I pushed my slippery cock into her anus. Only a few inches made it. But I pulled out and tried again. A little further. Out we went, and then back in. Inch-by-inch, I worked my erection into my sister. Before long, I was slowly pumping her ass.

"OH Syd! Your ass is sooo fucking tight!" I moaned.

"UGH!" she groaned as I quickened my pace. She attacked her cunt vigorously as her mouth hung open gasping for a breath. I knew she was nearing climax. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled.

"AHH!" She cried with pleasure as I pumped her tight canal. "OH MY GOD! I'M... I'M CUMMINNNNGGGG!! I'M CUMMING! OH SHIT I'M CUMMING!" She cried over and over as her body quaked against me. I felt my own arise as I pumped stream after stream into her ass.

Our bodies shook from our shared orgasm. Our breaths labored and long.

"Oh we need to make that a daily ritual," Syd said as she disengaged herself from me. She reached around to her backside. "Christ! I won't be able to sit down for a week." She said with a laugh.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I shoved myself back into my pants. We cleaned ourselves up the best to our abilities and dressed Syd's foot in tape (for show). We hurried our way back up to the path and trotted along, trying to make up on time.

We made it in just over fifteen minutes. As we neared the last bend, we had to slow down. I mean if Syd really sprained her ankle, she wouldn't be running. When we met everyone, they were all spread out at the little river below this twenty-foot waterfall. It was running harder than normal, which was expected.

Everyone was present except Jeff and Eric. Once we were sighted, my mom came rushing up.

"There you two are. I was starting to get worried," she said. "Let me take a look at that ankle now."

"It's fine Mom," began Syd. "If you take the tape off, it's just going to get worse."

"Well, alright. But what took you so long? Jeff and Eric went off a little while ago to look for you two to see if they could help."

"That's odd," I said. "We didn't see them." They must have passed us when we were...

"Goodness Taylor!" said my mom suddenly looking at my shoulder, "What's that all over your shirt?"

I reached up and pulled off some strands of grass. Pulling on the sleeve, I could see that my back was covered in grass stains. Didn't see that one coming.

"I'm not sure," I lied. "Could be moss from leaning against a rock. Who knows?"

A suspicious glance was thrown to Syd and me. My sister just looked the other way.

"Here they come!" Syd said looking to the trail.

Sure enough, Jeff and Eric were walking up. Smiles on their faces and each had acquired a walking stick.

"Taylor!" said Jeff "There you are. When did you get here?" There was a suppressed snicker on his face.

"We just got here. I heard you two went looking for us. How'd we miss each other's path?" I asked hoping they'd catch the bait.

"Oh that would probably be my fault," Eric said. "I had to piss and I insisted on Jeff letting me know where a good spot was. Not a good idea to take a leak on poison oak right?" He chuckled.

"Right. Well," started Jeff, "It's all water under the bridge now. It looks to be just after 11, so why don't we just enjoy this little scene we have here, huh?"

And so we did. We stayed for over an hour. No one got in the water. It was way to cold, and the current was too much from the increased water flow. Mindy and Janet had a good time chatting as they dangled their legs into however. Jeff, Syd, Eric, and myself ate our lunches we prepared at the top of the falls. Claire and my mom conversed, reminiscing in memories that this site would bring.

The faithful cabin welcomed us sinners back in as it had before. We stumbled inside, exhausted from the hike. We the younger ones crashed onto the sofa in various positions as Claire and Joanne strode in ready to conquer the world.

"Oh, you poor kids," Claire began, "You're not worn out from that little excursion, are you?"

"Let them be, Claire." Mother defended. "They aren't used to physical activities anymore."

Bet Me.

"That is true. This was the first time they've been out since they got here. They have been cooped up in this place for the past couple days, so I can imagine why their tired," Claire said with a snicker.

"HA-HA-HA," sarcastically laughed Mindy with her face buried in a cushion.

"Look, why don't you all just take a nap, alright?" Joanne started, "We'll worry about dinner tonight."

Everyone who was still awake managed a moan (Mainly that was Mindy, Janet, and myself). The ladies strolled upstairs.

What I would later come to know was that while we slept, Joanne and Claire went to freshen up. Claire went off to the restroom while Joanne fell onto the bed. Sleep overtook her. Very few moments passed when Joanne's eyes suddenly snapped open. She was not planning on taking a nap, so the brief snooze was found to be most disorienting. Blinking her eyes, she looked around the room. She wasn't exactly sure how long she'd been asleep.

Slowly standing up, she staggered her way to the bathroom. Opening the door, a slight gasp escaped her lips from the sight before her. There, up on the counter in nothing but a bra and her bare legs spread wide, was Claire. Her privates hidden beneath a thick cloud of shaving cream. A razor in one hand, and a moist towel in the other. She looked up to her intruder.

"You could close the door, if you would like," Claire said. "Or would you prefer to show my goods to the kids?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jo said as she closed the door behind her finding herself inside the bathroom with her shaving sister. She looked down in between her legs taking in a sight she hadn't seen in years. This time smothered with foreign foam.

"Enjoying the view, Sis?" Claire said as she raised an eyebrow. She smiled as she set the towel down.

"I didn't know anyone was in here," Joanne said as she stood glued in her stance.

"Don't worry about it. It's not like you haven't seen it before, right?" She winked. "Besides, I'm actually glad you came. You were always better at this than I. I was hoping you could... help."

"Me... Help?... What?" Jo stammered. Her eyes still blinking away her sleep.

Claire looked down at her partially exposed mound. "I need you to shave me. I always get irritated whenever I do it. But you... You always leave me nice and smooth." She smiled. Jo's mind was turning as she felt a familiar dampening in between her own legs.

"Come on, Jo. You used to love to shave me." She encouraged.

Jo looked before her. Her legs took a step forward as if a separate mind lead them. Her nipples thrusting out of her breasts leading the way to her sister's spread stems. Her hand reached down onto Claire's. They shared each other's gaze as Jo took the razor from her.

She fell down to her knees. Her sister's cunt directly in front of her. Claire leaned back against the mirror holding her legs apart for her sibling. A mischievous grin spread across her face.




Trouble Brewing Ch. 04



"You know, I would hate for that shirt of yours to get wet. Perhaps you should take it off," Claire wickedly suggested.

Jo didn't think twice as she pulled the shirt off. With no bra, her bare chest exposed to her sister again after many years.

"Mmmmm," Claire purred. "I missed the twins."

Jo laughed.

"I mean it," Claire continued. "I always loved your breasts." She said as she reached down and pinched one of her nipples.

"Stop!" Jo laughed as volts ran through her system. She swatted the hand away. "Do you want me to do it or not?"

"Oh yeah!" Claire said taking position again. "Do me good, Jo."

Jo shook her head as she leaned forward. She placed one hand against Claire's inner thigh. Claire's breath stuck from the taboo touch. She brought the razor up to the top of the lather. Bringing the blade to the skin. The cold, sharp metal touched the forbidden flesh. Using small strokes she began to shave away the foam.

"So tell me," Claire began, "Has this little vacation of yours gone like you planned?"

Jo kept her eyes on her work. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I couldn't help but notice something in the air up here. I don't know what it is. Maybe my memory playing tricks on me. But I feel like I've been in a constant state of arousal since I've been up here."

Jo pulled at the side of her lips taking delicately light strokes against her inner thigh. A wicked smile of her own was beginning to take shape.

"What about you? Have you noticed it?" She went on. "I think the kids have."

Jo looked up.

"What are you talking about?" Came from Joanne.

"Oh... nothing really. It's just, I've seen some signs."

"Signs? What signs?" Jo's suspicion grew.

"Well, I've noticed looks that have been shared amongst them. Here and there. They have that look of longing in their eyes."

Jo looked back down to the sight at eye level.

"I know you've seen it too. You've seen the girls as they squirm in their seats. Their nipples pressing against their tight little shirts. They dress like they want to fuck."

A pleasurable shudder ran through Jo as her mind drifted to Claire's words. She knew exactly what she was talking about. She had seen Mindy's chest heaving in her tight top when they first arrived. Tiny tips trying to rip their way out. Her own niece.

She had seen Janet blushing frequently at dinner that first night. Jan kept throwing glances to Taylor who seemed unbeknownst to her. She being lost in a thought of her own was unaware of how much she squirmed in the seat. One hand constantly drifting out of sight only to return when her consciousness caught up with her acts. Her longing eyes falling onto Taylor's whose gaze was locked on... Sydney.

Her daughter. Syd had little secrets that she could keep from her own mother. Her own tells were one of them. Theirs were identical.

She had seen her at the table, short of breath. Hardened chest. Her eyes telling of the strain within. The same look she carried today. The look of desire. Of need.

Claire began to rub one of her hands against her upper thigh.

"I know you've seen them. I know you've seen your son. He tends to have difficulty hiding his lovely bulge, doesn't he?" Claire teased her wanting sister.

She had seen it. She didn't want to admit, but it sucked her attention to it every time he was near. She tried to look away. He had even caught her staring at it openly. What was wrong with her?

"You do feel it then, don't you?" uttered Claire.

"I... I felt something." Jo stuttered. She set the razor down. Her project nearing completion. Jo grabbed the damp towel. She slowly dunked it into the sink, immersing it in warm water. She squeezed it in her palm as she pulled it out. Trails of droplets falling back down into the sink.

She brought the warm towel to the freshly shaved mound of her sister and began to clean away what remained.

"You remember Sarah Macintyre?" Claire spoke.

"Sarah?" Jo said. That was truly a name from the past.

"Sarah Mac. You remember her. She was here with us back in '84, remember?"

"I think so. Red hair right? Last I heard, she was living just outside of town with her husband and her kids. What did she have again? Six girls and one boy?"

"That's ri-right" her breath caught as Jo passed the cloth over her clit.

"Sorry," Jo said shyly.

"Don't be," Claire grinned. "Anyways, I found out an interesting bit of information about our friend there. Well, from what I hear, she's going to be falling victim to a divorce. Apparently, she has been sleeping around with another man."

"You don't say? She was quite the wild one, wasn't she? So who was it? Her doctor? Her Boss?"

"Her son," Claire replied.

Jo almost dropped the cloth as her eyes went wide. A sudden wave of inspiration flowed through her body pulling the skin tight. Goosebumps rippled across her as her heartbeat rose.

"You seemed shocked." Claire stated.

"Shouldn't I be," she replied. She hid her shaky hand as she picked the towel back up.

"Well, I suppose so. But then again, it does happen more often than you might think," said Claire. "I'm sure there are thousands of mothers out there who have healthy sexual relations with their sons. It's probably a psychological climax for the boys too."

Joanne slowly brought the towel back to Claire's lips. "What do you mean?"

Claire smiled. "I mean that it is something they've wanted. I remember hearing how all men... suffer from a secret desire to sleep with their mothers. It's that Oedipus thing."

Joanne set the cloth down. She reached onto the counter and grabbed a bottle of lotion.

"I'm willing to bet Taylor's one of them."

The bottle squirted its milky stream into Joanne's hand.

"I know Jeff is."

Joanne began to trace her fingers through the lotion. "How do you know?"

Claire raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't it a mother's duty to know her own son?" She teased. Joanne didn't look up to her. She continued, "I know what Jeff wants. Even if he's too afraid to admit it. I know he wants to sink into me, and in a way, I'm fine with that. It's only natural for him to desire it after all. But that's not the juicy part. There's a part of me that wants that too."

Joanne looked up to her sister as she brought her lotion-covered fingers back to her sex. "What do you want?" she breathed as she began to smear the liquid onto the freshly shaven skin.

"To fuck my son," Janet replied as her breath became labored. Her chest rising as Joanne massaged the lotion into her lower regions.

"I know it's wrong," she continued, "But I can't get it off of my mind. There's so much that you and I have done that's 'wrong' and I regret none of it." Jo smeared her hands around Claire's inner thigh leaving a glistening trail in her wake.

"I know he wants to do it, and I want him to. I want him to sink his cock deep into his mother's hungry pussy." Jo noted the moisture seeping out of Claire's gapping cunt. Her scent began to fill her nose. A scent she had known very well.

"I'm g-going to do it," she stuttered as Jo brought her fingers to her private lips.

"I'm gonna'..." She breathed. Joanne unconsciously began to run up and down her slit.

"I'm..." She began to peel back the skin. Spreading Claire's aching pussy wide open. Her eyes transfixed upon her womanly secrets.

"Oh Christ!" she cried as she reached down and grabbed a fistful of Joanne's hair and pulled her face into her bare, wet cunt. A throaty moan burst from her the moment Jo's upper lips touched those of her sister's lower. Her tongue diving into that pussy the instant that she became aware it wasn't a fantasy.

Jo reached around and pulled her sister's mound against her. Juices running down her chin as she lapped down her hole. Running her tongue in circles, in strokes, in and out. She varied, craving more. Yearning for her nectar. Feeding upon it like it gave her sustenance.

"Ohhhhhh! Jo!" Claire said in pure ecstasy. She bit at her own fist trying to refrain from screaming from the intense pleasure. "Oh God I missed this." She began to rock her hips into her sister's mouth. Clenching her vaginal muscles onto her tongue as best she could.

Claire's chest was heaving as sweat built up between her tits. Her body was tingling. Her time was approaching.

"Oh baby." She moaned. "Ugh. I'm gonna cum. Oh I'm gonna cum. I'm-gonna-cum-I'm-gonna-cum-I'm-gonna-AH!!" Her back arched as she began to flood. An electric current seamed to run through her body as her senses all exploded into that of pure bliss. Joanne drank from her taboo tap swallowing her sister's passion.

Slowly, they pulled themselves apart. Jo's face was glistening with the wetness of Claire. Her fragrance filling the room, implanting itself into every corner.

"Wow," Claire exhaled. "That... That was nice. I can't tell you how much I've missed that." Jo smiled at her big sister sheepishly. She stood up and leaned against her kissing her sister full on the lips. Their mouths parting to allow the other to enter. Claire's hand moving to Jo's back pulling all of her body into her own. Jo's breasts pressing into the flesh of Claire.

They let their hands trail over each other. Rekindling Claire's recently satisfied lust. She reached up and pulled her sister away.

"Well, sis," Claire began. "We got me all nice and trimmed up. How do you look down there?"

Joanne smiled as she backed up. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the floor, panties and all. Stepping to the side, she kicked them out of the way, standing completely in the buff. Her own sex was dripping wet with very little hair around it. She had always been the one to keep her nest clean.

"I could use a touch up," she said to her sister.

Eagerly, the two switched places. Claire fell to her knees as Jo spread her legs as far as she could, putting her gapping cunt right at Claire's eye level. She giggled as Claire began to wet her hairs.

"I'm willing to bet I'm wet enough," Jo joked.

"Just being safe," Claire said. She grabbed the lather and began to apply. Hating to cover up the lovely sight before her. She reminded herself it would be exposed again shortly.

Ever so slowly, the razor slice through the suds. Leaving a smooth, pink valley amongst mountains of white. Jo watched as Claire skillfully shaved away. Focused, and silent. Both women deeply wanting it to end quickly, to begin other activities.

Moments that felt like hours later, Claire began to apply the lotion. Focusing from the outside in. Rubbing the milky liquid deep into the skin. As she drew nearer to Jo's box, she cared less and less about what she was doing. Just where she was going.

Her fingers traced over the mound, brushing the lips. Jo's breath caught in her lungs momentarily. Claire brought her hands back against her skin. One below, and one above. Then they began to come together.

Jo's head fell back and let out a pleasurable groan as Claire began to massage her pussy with both hands. With her left, she spread the lips wide open. Exposing the inner pink of her sister. With the right, she reached down and fished in for the clitoris. Grasping it in her fingers, she gently pinched. A silent cry shook Jo. Her body wanting more.

Claire looked at her writhing sister. So horny. So wicked. She began to slip two fingers into her as she continued to play with her nub. Jo's senses were ablaze.

In another finger went as she began to finger fuck her sister. Bringing her closer, and closer. She was completely in her hands. Jo's body was calling to her. Desperately wanting to cum. Wanting to release. Being pleased by another for the first time in ages was taking its toll. Her eyes squeezed shut imagining a cock pressing into her womanly depths.

Claire's soaked fingers plunged in and out. Sloshing around her wetness. Bringing her orgasm within reach. Her eyes, focused on the shaking body of her sister, pinned by her fingers. She knew it was close.

"Sh-sh-shit!" she sputtered. "I'm g-g-getting close! Oh God I'm gonna..."

"Not yet, you don't" Claire said as she suddenly pulled her fingers from Joanne's snatch.

"Oh GOD NO! Please! Go back!" she pleaded. Her face contorted into a tortured look.

"I don't think so," Claire stated. "I need your help."

"Fuck! Yes anything." She cried. She looked to be near tears.

Claire grinned. "I need you to have sex with Taylor." She dropped.

My mother's body still shook with need as her eyes slowly opened. "What did you say?" she whispered.

"I need you to have sex with your son. Of just Fuck him, or sleep with him, make love to him. However you want to say it. I need you to do it and soon."

Jo sat helpless as her much needed orgasm waited as if mocking her. She trembled as her forbidden visions flashed through her mind. "Why would you ask this of me?"

"It's the only way I can get Jeff. I need you to fuck your son so I can fuck mine. I know you want to, and my pussy just drips thinking about it." She stepped back in between her sister's still spread legs. "Come on, Sis. We've shared so much together already. Why not this little sin of ours?" she held her sister's eyes with her own as she let a finger run against Jo's pussy. Her body screamed for release as she shook with the teasing touch.

"I bet it's what you truly fantasize about when you close those beautiful eyes of yours. I know you would never tell anyone. Too ashamed to admit it. It's time to act out that secret of yours, Joanne. Your son's cock wants to be inside you. And your aching pussy wants nothing more than to wrap around it. Admit it!" She cupped Jo's pussy. She's so very close to climax that it felt painful.

"I..." She snapped her mouth shut.

"Say it! Say you want to fuck your son!" Claire's middle finger began to move up and down again with the ring finger next to it. The two twirling around with just the tips parting the lips.

"Please don't make me," she pleaded. She knew she wanted to. They both knew.

"Joanne... Say it now!" she demanded. All four fingers teasing her lips. Coaxing the juices. Prepping for entry. Joanne's fingers began to crush the edge of the counter as she tried to deny herself. She was losing. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to testify her unholy desire.

"I... I want Taylor. I want to fuck him. His dick. His penis. His Cock! I want his cock in..." Claire pushed into her. Fucking her with all her fingers going into her tight box as far as she could. Ramming into her canal. Calling her climax forth... And it responded.

Like a challenge to Pompeii, Jo's orgasm exploded through her body tightening every muscle like a vice. Even Claire was surprise as Jo began to violently buck her hips against her hands as her molten desire poured onto the counter. She cried to the sky in a scream that echoed through the cabin, waking us downstairs. For the first time, I heard my mother in the passionate throes of cumming.

It was just after 4:00pm. We were all up, active, and secretly horny as can be. Dinner was being prepared by Janet, Claire, and my mother. For some strange reason, I had been catching her looking at me now and again. At least I thought I have. Every time I turn, she turns away. Yet I can still feel those eyes.

The rest of us were out on the porch taking in the scenery. Syd, Jeff, and myself were near the stairs with a beer in hand, while Mindy and Eric gazed from the railing at the end of the landing. His arm over her shoulders holding her tight. It was good to see that these two still had their relationship. Maybe not a healthy one, but a relationship none-the-less.

"Well guys," Jeff began, "What do you think?"

"About what?" asked Sydney.

"You know, all of... this." He motioned his hands in large circles.

"I don't know. This week defiantly isn't turning out like I thought it would. Not in the least." Syd said.

"Tell me about it." He murmured as he took a sip.

"This afternoon, that sound. Was that who I thought it was?" Syd turned to me.

"You ask me like I would know," I said. "I wouldn't bet on it, but I think Mom and Claire were getting back to their old games."

"Oh wow," she said with a wide smile. "That's so wild. I can't believe our mom's just as dirty and horny as us."

"Maybe more so, Syd." I threw in. "Remember the pictures. Those parties got a little on the crazy side, I would say."

"Well yeah, but look at our little 'Party'. Most of us are related. Hell, we even got Aunt Claire into it too. I think we got her beat."

"I don't think this is a competition, Syd. I'll admit; I'm still a little weirded out by the whole 'Horny Family' thing." I replied.

"Me and you both, Taylor," came from Jeff.

"You guys got to be kidding me," she began. "Have you taken a look around? I don't mean to be all self-righteous or whatever it is, but these women you two have had so far are fucking hotties. Any guy would sell his left nut to get a chance to shag Mindy. And both of you have. Not to mention, Janet and myself. Then you got Aunt Claire who you just know knows how to work it. I saw her with you Taylor, and let me tell you; never before that moment had I ever wished I had a penis. That aunt of ours can sure work a cock."

Jeff took a big gulp of his beer. Syd turned to him.

"Oh and Jeff, I sooooo think you should take her on that offer. She said everything but 'come screw me now son,' so I think you better do so." She shuddered slightly. "Oh wow. Just the thought of this has me dripping," she exclaimed as she spread her legs slightly. Her tight shorts running right up into her causing a caressing camel toe. No sign of a panty line, just the slight discoloration in-between the outline of her swollen pussy. She was indeed turned on.

"You're sick, Syd." Jeff stated as her neared the end of his tasty brew.

"You say that like you don't want her," my sister countered. "You've already committed incest, Jeff. You can't deny that. Mindy and I both have had a great time riding you raw," she said as she reached down and grabbed his bulging package. He batted her hand away. "So tell me; what's there to lose now?"

"She's my mother," he said.

"And you'll be a Mother Fucker," she retorted. Jeff sank into the steps. Syd cocked her head to the side as she took her cousin in. "I'm sorry, Jeff. Sometimes I say things I shouldn't. I guess I... Look, if you want to, no one will blame you nor hold it against you. Same if you don't. Okay?"

Jeff remained silent.

Syd cast a small smile as she looked at him. She looked at me, and then stood to leave.

"See you at dinner, boys." She said as she walked into the cabin.

She walked into the cabin leaving me with my momentarily mute cousin. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, but comforting. The sounds of natured were pleasing to hear. Things we haven't been taking the liberty to heed as we behaved like animals ourselves. Now, they soothed the moment.

"She asked you that question too, you know?" Jeff suddenly blurted.

"What?" I asked.

"Last night. After she asked me, my mom asked if you wanted to sleep with your own mother." He said as he looked out to the woods. "Would you?"

I looked down to the ground. A woodpecker could be heard making a nest of a tree.

"If someone had asked me that a week ago, I would say hell no. To be honest I never thought anyone would ask me that. Never crossed my mind. But now... I want to say no... But I don't know. That's as honest as I can get. I want to do the right thing, but it's becoming harder to know what that is."

"If 'no' is right, I feel like part of me would be lying to myself, you know? I don't know if that's healthy. I don't think it is. But there seems to be so much of this that's unhealthy. If I said 'No,' would that truly change the relationship I have with my mother. If she wants it, and I deny her, our bond would be broken I don't want to lose that."




Trouble Brewing Ch. 04



"If 'yes' is wrong, then I may be falling towards a bad decision. I cannot deny that she is a beautiful woman. Stunning, and unique. This side of her I've just been introduced to has totally changed how I see her. If we do... If I say 'yes' it could open up so many doors to us. Lift a blanket away, freeing us. However, it would be morally wrong. If word ever spread, we'd be ruined. Not just me, but her as well. That's the last thing I would ever want."

Jeff sat there silently. Slowly digesting my words as they sunk into his consciousness. That's how we stayed, silent for the time being.

The scent of tacos was wafting through the house. I sauntered in, the words shared with Jeff still racing though my mind. What was it that we were getting ourselves into?

As I neared the kitchen, I saw my mother and Claire slicing vegetation. Their backs were to me. Jan was working on the dishes, apparently trying to keep the mess contained. A soft laugh came from Joanne as she and Claire softly spoke. A secret glance to Janet lead the assumption it wasn't for her to hear. A whispered response from my mother. An undisclosed response from Claire, followed with an immediate hush in return. The color red clung to their faces.

My only thought was I wonder what this night would bring.

We sat down to dine on our Mexican dinner. We were nothing but smiles, yet there was more beneath our eyes. Sidelong glances were shared in hopes of not being caught. Conversations were forced at times. We all had something other than the food before us on our minds. A different hunger.

We had finished dinner quickly. Our nervous tension fueling us. And so, the table was quickly cleared, and we settled into the living room. Aunt Claire offered drinks for the room, but to my surprise we all declined. All but Joanne. All but my mother. I for one, did not feel like taking anything away from my senses tonight.

Claire returned from the kitchen with two tall glasses of some sort of mix. Each was an amber color with a tall straw out the top. She handed one to Jo and took a big gulp of her own. Jo followed suit.

"Oh damn, Claire!" She exclaimed after she swallowed. "What the hell is this?" she sunk back into a chair.

"That's my take on a Long-Island ice tea." She said with a wink. She pulled her straw out and sucked it clean fixing her eyes on Jeff. He did not miss the look.

"It tastes like pure alcohol,"

"It is. I pretty much just threw together what ever I found in there. I don't think it's that bad." She said taking another long sip. Jo hesitantly brought it too her lips again. She lifted the end and took a deep swig. She swallowed and stared at the glass blinking her eyes. They were already glazing over.

"Wow. That's some strong stuff." She giggled.

"Glad you like it," Claire turned to the rest of us. She had that devious look about her again. "So... What do you all feel like doing tonight?" she asked cocking an innocent eyebrow.

We all looked at each other. We all knew it, or should I say felt it. We just couldn't voice it.

"Not sure," Eric said. He was leaning back in a large recliner with Mindy on the armrest next to him.

"Well, aren't you kids a wild bunch." Claire stated. "Whenever Jo and I had a time like you all have, we would be going hog wild. Devil may care kinds of things." She looked back to Jo to make sure she was listening. "You know what I'm talking about, don't you? The kind of things that happen in the cabin, stay in the cabin."

I couldn't help but notice my mother staring at me. Not so much at me, so to speak. More so at my body. She was being incredibly blatant about it. My own mother was checking me out, and based upon the crooked smile she unconsciously wore, she enjoyed every inch. I couldn't help but gaze at her as she did me. Taking in her form. How her body filled her button-up blouse and tight fitting jeans. Her legs slightly apart allowing my gaze to fix between her legs. To lock onto where her jeans caressed a part of her I hadn't seen in over twenty years.

I could feel the blood pump through my body. My cock began to twitch to life with every beat of my heart. None of this was missed by Claire.

"Well... I have an idea," Claire cooed. "Mindy, you said you brought up some music? You mind if I take a look?"

"No, of course not." She replied as she got up and retrieve the case for Aunt Claire.

Claire opened up the booklet and began to flip through the pages. She looked from one CD to the next. She was looking for something in particular. It wasn't long before she settled on one.

"Ah-HA! Perfect." She pulled the CD from the case and strutted up to the stereo

"What's up?" Sydney asked.

"I thought it would be a good idea for us all to get our blood flowing. Everyone's sooooo down right now. Get up off your butts and dance."

We looked to each other as she inserted the disk.

"So which is it?" Asked Mindy indicating to the CD.

"It's the one I gave you a while back. I didn't need it anymore. At least I thought so." She pushed PLAY.

The music began to pour out of the speakers. Heavy downbeats, mixed with sultry bass and guitar. Claire raised her hands above her head and she began to sway her hips back and forth with the music. Jo's eyes went wide upon recognition of the tunes. Her breathing increased it's pace as she attempted to sink further into her seat.

"Come on guys. Don't be a bunch of wallflowers. Dance!" said Claire as she strutted around. Sydney got a huge grin as she hopped up next to her aunt and began to rock her body. Mindy followed dragging Eric up with her. Janet, Jeff and Myself after that.

It didn't take a brain surgeon to realize that we were dancing to the music our mothers striped too. Just the thought of it was arousing. I could feel my hard-on approaching max for no reason outside of mental stimulation.

Claire wouldn't let her sister stay on the couch. She went over to her and dragged her up.

"This music is..." Jo began.

"I know," Claire cut her off. "Don't worry about it. Just have fun. Loosen up some, Jo."

And she did. Slowly at first. But as the songs changed, so did she. Her inhibitions began to slowly melt away as a smile crossed her lips. She began to hop, and trot, and sway, and rock with us like it was the 80's all over again.

We began to bunch closer and closer. Our little dancing orgy of ours. We were being playful and joyous as possible. Trying to just have a good time. Smiles shared round the room. Here and there, I noticed that when a few of us danced with Claire, they secretly talked. Not thinking to be important, I quickly dismissed it.

Slowly, but surely, we began to get more and more risqué. Bodies pressing up closer to each other. Hands sliding against the skin. It was almost as if the songs were pulsating out of our bodies, and no longer from the speakers. Each beat that coursed through us, we passed to our partner who danced so close that they knew what type of underwear we wore. The innocence quickly faded as we became the same hot mass that had infested the cabin the past few days.

I had seen Eric dance with my aunt. Her back to his front as she stretched her body against his. Rubbing her round ass into his crotch. His hands running down the sides of her from below her chest to rest on the curve from her hips. Her black skirt swaying with the music.

My mother was with Jeff and Janet. In-between the two I should say. Her arms raised over her head as Janet danced in front of her and Jeff behind. The two seemed to let their breasts continuously brush against each other. Her eyes closed as if lost in the past. Jeff had taken the same position as Eric in relation to my mom as he ground himself into her. A hidden smile came to her lips as she looked to her sister. Upon seeing them, she moved her ass back to meet Jeff's movements.

I, in the mean time, had Sydney and Mindy on either side of me. Each with a leg wrapped so as to allow their covered sex to rub against my thigh. I felt an occasional hand brush against my throbbing member of which I feared would soon burst through my pants. But then again, maybe that wouldn't be too bad. I let my hands slide up and down their backs until reaching down and grabbing a handful of ass. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. An ass in each hand and in plain sight of my mother. What a life.

I slowly kneaded the flesh in my palm as a low moan escaped the lips of my family members. Claire looked to me. I locked eyes with her as I slipped my hand down between the fabric of Mindy's waistband and slipped a finger right into her wet hole. A gasp left her lips as her body pressed closer to mine. Claire smiled as her daughter was impaled on the fingers of her cousin. She turned her head and whispered something to Eric.

I looked to Sydney who looked to be begging for the same treatment. I allowed my other hand to do the same with Sydney, but the song suddenly came to a stop.

Eric was now at the stereo. Without the music, nothing could hide the sound of our loud panting. I slowly pulled my hand out of Mindy's pants just in time to see my mother notice. I locked on to her eyes. I couldn't read what she thought, but I did notice her glance shift to look to my bulge before turning away.

"I have an idea." Eric stated. Somehow, I believe it was someone else's. "Claire mentioned that you two," he indicated to Claire and Joanne, "Used to dance. I was thinking you could demonstrate." His smile was that of a little child.

Mom's eyes were wide "Wait, What?" She said "Who-."

"Yeah! That sounds great!" Mindy chimed in quickly. "Come on, Mom. Please."

Claire looked to her daughter. That sly woman.

"You want to see me dance, baby?" Claire asked her daughter. Mindy nodded with a wide grin. She looked to Jeff. "Of course then. But only if Jo joins me."

"Please Aunt Jo," Mindy quickly turned.

"Come on Mom," Sydney chimed in. "I've never seen you dance before. Please."

"Honey, I don't think it's the kind of dancing you think it is." Joanne stuttered. Her face turning a new shade of red.

"What do you mean?" Syd asked cocking her head to the side. Part of me wanted to laugh.

"Well Syd, Your aunt and I were... Well we were... exotic dancers."

"Wow! Really! That is so cool!"

"Sydney, calm down. It really wasn't..."

"You hear that Taylor? Mom was a stripper. Aunt Claire too!" Syd exclaimed to me. Claire watched on quite proud of what she had done.

"We weren't strippers, Sydney. We were exotic..."

"Oh come on now, Joanne. We were strippers. You can't hide that fact." Claire threw in.

"Well fine. We were. But that doesn't mean we should be telling the kids." Jo stated. Her eyes looked to be near tears.

"Look at us, Mom. We are not kids anymore. I mean, Taylor here can legally buy alcohol. The next big age step for him is when he's a senior citizen."

Thank you Syd.

"I'm pretty sure you would be surprised to hear how grown up... How mature we are. I mean, sure the fact that you used to be a stripper is a little shocking. But it's not something we can't handle. It's no where near those pictures in that photo album you hid."

Jo looked up to her daughter.

"Y-y-you saw..."

"Yes. We saw the photos. We know about what happened here back then. We know about what you two did. We saw and we handled it like adults. It was very hot, and erotic. I would be lying if I said that it didn't turn me on."

Jo looked from her daughter's eyes, to mine. She held my gaze. "You too, Taylor?"

I sighed. "...Yes. I saw them. We all did." I think I blushed.

"I can't believe this," she said to herself as she brought her hands up to her face.

"Mom, it's okay. We don't look at you like a horrible woman. Or even a horrible mother. If anything, it made us look at you in a better light. I like how I see you now. A woman who is comfortable with her sexuality. One who radiates it. You are one fine woman to look at. I know that sounds weird coming from your daughter, but I mean it."

A small smile came to her lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Mom. I'm sorry if I made you ashamed of yourself. Please don't be. Be proud of those choices, because we don't see anything wrong with them. We know about them probably more than you would like to think we do."

Joanne raise her head to look at her daughter again. The depths of her words truly sinking in. "What do you mean?"

Sydney looked to me before she continued. I nodded.

"I mean, we're with you. We've done it too. Taylor and I. We've... made love."

Jo's expression remained emotionless.

"So have we," Mindy stated, indicating to Jeff and herself.

Jo looked to each of her relations. Eric and Janet sat motionless. They were included, but not to the same degree.

"Oh god." Jo said to herself. "What have we done?"

"We haven't done anything wrong, Sis." Claire said. She stood over her sister arms crossed. "Everyone here is accepting of it. You know, if there was a club for this kind of thing, it would be just like this. We're all involved and we all find it okay. Syd, Mindy, Eric, Taylor; they all love each other. Just like you and me. I know it's hard for you to accept the fact they know about us. But think about how hard it was for them to tell you about what they have done. You've tried to hide it. They have nothing more to hide. If anything, that's the one thing to be ashamed of."

Joanne, my mother, looked around at the faces of those with her. We all knew what she was thinking this time.

"I... I'm sorry." She said. There seemed to be a bit of her that was lifted up. Almost like a burden was gone. "I can't believe it, but I am. I never thought I would say that. That I'm sorry for judging you two. For..." She laughed, "I just don't know what to think anymore."

"It's fine mom," I said. "We're here for you."

"Yeah, don't worry about a thing," Syd said. "Doesn't it feel good to have it out in the open now?"

Jo's gaze was unfocused as she smiled in thought. "Yeah...Yeah it does."

Syd beamed a smile.

"I'm glad, Mom. Really."

The mother and daughter looked at each other as the room felt lighter. We all had a burden lifted from us, and by the looks of it, everything was going to be okay.

Claire stood over her sister. Looking down she placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey Jo..."

She looked up.

"You gonna' be okay?"

My mother looked deeply into the eyes of my aunt as they took each other in. She nodded.

"Good. It's about damn time," she laughed. She turned her head up to Eric. "Poor Eric over there threw us an offer and I believe, it's the least we could do."

"You still want to dance for... for them?" Jo asked Claire.

"Sure. Why not? They certainly are old enough. And besides, it would be nice to know if I still have the moves. I may need to be using them again shortly."

Jo considered it for a moment. She turned to me and Syd.

"Do you guys want me to? Would you like me to dance for you all?" Her hands trembled revealing her nervous state.

"Hell Yeah!" Chimed Syd. "Go for it Mom. Your one of the hottest women I've seen, so strut your stuff!" I never have seen her this giddy.

Mom beamed. She turned to me.

"Taylor? What about you? Are you okay with this? All you have to do is say no and..." She left it hanging. My mother's offer was drifting through the air thick with want.

"Please," was all I could manage. My blood was scorching through my body.

She looked in my eyes. I could see our reflections bouncing back and forth between us. A small smile hit her lips as she lost herself in my eyes. She snapped to suddenly with no sign other than those in her eyes as she blinked and walked away.

We pushed the couch back leaving ample space for a dance floor. Moving the chairs around, we were able to position them into a cluster of seats, focusing all attention to the open space. Claire and my mother we near the stereo.

Joanne was already breathing hard as she stood near her sister. She looked up at her as Claire searched for a certain song.

"So?" she asked.

"So what?" responded Claire as she pressed the skip button.

"So what now?" she asked.

"Oh... Well... I was thinking..." she stopped on number 18. "I was thinking we could start off with our Teaser number. Remember that one?" she turned to Jo. She nodded.

"Well, we start with that, and afterwards, why don't we try..." She didn't get a chance to finish.

"I don't know how far I can go..." Jo whispered. She looked away from her sister's eyes.

"Oh baby. Don't worry about that. I tell you what. After the Teaser, just follow my moves. We'll shadow each other. I won't make you do anything I know you didn't want to." She said with a knowing smirk.

"Sound good to you?" she asked her panting sister, my mother.

Jo looked up. She nodded.

"Goody. You remember this one?" she pushed PLAY.

The interruption of music in our eager waiting snapped all of our eyes to the floor. A bass guitar rolled it's rhythm's through the room. A drum beat staggered forth, fixing our beating hearts into sync. A filtered guitar provided a melody that on its own would be found taboo. The lighting had been changed so as two wall lamps were angled into the space. Backlit with the ever-changing glow of the fireplace. We sat in darkness knowing well that beyond the light, there stood my aunt and my mother.

They stepped into the light. Their demeanor changing into that of one I've never seen my mother in. Into a character of hers that I knew was of her darker side. Claire and Her stood in the center of the pool of light. They stood firm. Planting their feet as if they'd take root. Putting their hands to their hips they rocked them round kneading the song into that of seduction. Claire slipped behind Her. Dropping low with her knees spread, stretching that skirt of hers. Allowing it to slide up her leg. Her black thongs panties could barely be seen as she slid her hands up and down the legs of the Woman in front of her.

Claire slowly began to rise running her palms against the clad flesh of this Woman. Standing behind Her. Pressing herself against Her. This Woman who shifted her hips. Hypnotizing Her related audience. Calling to them to her in the most unholy of manners.

Claire placed her left hand to the side of the Woman's pelvis. And with the other, ran it up into the Woman's hair. She grasped a handful and pulled it to the side, exposing the slender neck. Light glistened off the skin as Claire's lips found contact. The Woman let out a low, throaty moan that filled every inch of the room.

This scene in front of me was becoming unbearable much quicker than I would ever have imagined. The threat of my trousers being ripped open again from the inside presented itself rapidly. I knew for a fact that I wasn't alone.

The two women moved as one as their bodies stayed pressed together. Claire let her right hand slide down and her left slide up. Running her fingertips against the cloth, she stopped directly below the chest. She let her fingertips trace the outline of the Woman's breasts in sync with each finger as they started from the bottom, wormed their way to the outsides, and then down the exposed flesh of the neck.

The outlines of her hands could be seen as she brushed her hands over the Woman's chest. Pulling her hands back out, she let them slide back down their paths until she found herself below once again. She lifted her palms up and cupped the breasts, stretching the Woman up. The Woman reached behind her head and clasped the back of Claire's neck. With her other hand she reached behind and held on to her hip.

Claire's hands moved in once again. This time drawing up to the neck line. Her eyes peeking out over the shoulder of the Woman as she stopped at the first button. She made sure I saw as she popped it free in time with the music. She moved down to the next and released it. The valley of flesh between Her peaks was completely visible as Claire's hands worked the next button. It freed effortlessly. The edges of a sheer cut deep-cabernet red bra presented itself to our hungry eyes. Claire continued her journey. The buttons were released. The shirt was barely hanging open. She stepped back from the Woman.