8 comments/ 82352 views/ 28 favorites Hanging Out With the Girls Ch. 01 By: eisbehr AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for all your patience. I finished the last series quickly and I know some were disappointed with the ending. I've got a better story arc for this one I hope. I am still a bit of a novice, so thanks for the encouragement. It's encouraging to hear from all of you and I was a bit surprised at peoples feelings regarding certain characters. In this one, I left out a name. He can be...you. The year was 1991. That's when it all started. My cousin, Norah had just graduated from grad school and my wife and I were helping her get settled. My yellow Dodge Dakota was piled high with Norah's things. The three of us were crammed side by side in the small cab of my truck with Norah in the center. We drove from her school-owned apartment to a storage facility where she kept some other possessions. I remember jokingly asking her why she didn't have some strong, able boyfriend who could do this either with us or for us. "Nope, you're it," was her answer and I let my mind take hold of that thought for the remainder of the day. When Norah and I were younger, we were quite close in age. About four years depending on whoever had a birthday. My sister Ruth was two years between us and the three of us were quite close. At family functions, the three of us would often get lost in our own conversations and ignore everyone else. Sometimes the rest of our relatives would accuse us of being an "exclusive club." Outside family functions the three of us hung out regularly as well. I had other friends and dated regularly but I was most comfortable with Ruth and Norah. They provided an easy level of flirting and camaraderie and on more than one occasion other guys would ask me how I was so lucky to have not one but two gorgeous ladies at my side. Make no doubt about it. The girls in their prime were gorgeous and still are. They were both athletes. Ruth was a gymnast, Norah a skater. Their natural love of good food and vigorous exercise kept them voluptuous and well-toned. Neither of them dated very much and both Norah and Ruth seemed to prefer the comfort of our trio than the hassle of dating. Now, well into our thirties, I still don't know much about either my sister or cousin's dating. And I am now married. I didn't really intend for the whole marriage thing, but Mary became pregnant and was insisting on it. It's worked out okay so far. But it's a marriage based in mutual necessity - and I love being a dad to my beautiful daughter. Although the girls were quite accepting of Mary and made every effort to include her and me together, she always ended up feeling like - as she called it - a fourth wheel. With me being married and Norah investing a lot more time in her school, it freed up Ruth to start dating. She took up with a photographer and moved to Arizona. We all had less and less time to be the three amigos we once were. Eventually I stopped seeing quite as much of my cousin and sister. But when occasions arose where the three of us could reunite, we took advantage of them. So, back to moving. Norah was going to be living in the same city as Mary and me. Mary was always a bit stand-offish with Norah and preferred not to hang around too much with her. Although she valiantly agreed to help with the move, it seemed like it was more because she was jealous of the time Norah and I would be spending together. Any good feelings I had about her wanting to help were offset by her impatient attitude and the feeling that Mary owned me and needed to chaperone my time with Norah. Not sexually, mind you. Norah is a stunning beauty. Jet black hair, perfect c-cup breasts and strong athletic thighs make her a real head turner. Not to mention her carefree gregarious nature. No, I've never been sexually attracted to my cousin. I mean as a teenager, I might have "cranked out a couple batches of baby-batter" with her as the object of my lust. Perhaps after we were all swimming and I was looking at how she looked like she poured herself into her bikini, but that's as far as that went. Saying I had a thing for her would be saying I was into my sister, who was equally attractive. Just nothing I ever considered. However, with her between me and Mary in the cab of my truck, my forearm would brush the top of her smooth tan thigh as I shifted. Norah's a natural flirt and I guess this made Mary even more put off than she would have ordinarily been. She barely spoke to me the rest of the evening although she did try and be friendly to Norah. Instinct of the woman, I guess. We busied ourselves with the tasks of moving and eventually got everything loaded and to Norah's door. We drove from UNH to Norah's apartment in Dover on Silver Street. I backed the truck in and we emptied things out. The combined effort of moving and being out ot the truck cab seemed to dissipate any tension that Mary was spewing out. Perhaps she knew she was that closer to getting home. At any rate, she was less of a bitch and by five o'clock we had brought the last box in from the truck. The three of us sat down on the porch landing and cracked open a well deserved beer. Mary and my cousin and me raised our bottles into the air and the three of us clinked them together, "To your new place!" said Mary. "Yeah! It's great that you guys live so close. I'd be glad to help out with baby-sitting any time you need it," she said. "Oh that's right!" Mary quipped, "Instant baby-sitter! The one we've got now isn't all that great." Mary and I had a two year-old girl, Katrina who was currently being watched by one of the neighborhood kids. She was okay sometimes, but we definitely didn't feel like we could have her watching our daughter for more than a few hours. We sat on the porch finishing our beers as the sun went down, when Mary looked at her watch. "Hey it's nearly five. I'd better get back to our child and let the sitter go," she said. "Hey, I was thinking. Why don't I help Norah finish up here and I'll stay on the couch and you can pick me up on your way to dropping Katrina off at day-care," I suggested. "Oh yeah," she said, "I forgot I'm the only one with a car right now. Hey since neither of you have a phone, I'll call in a pizza and have it delivered. You guys should be plenty hungry by then. Cheese okay?" "Sounds great, hon," I answered. Norah did not have her own car and Mary and I were sharing the truck while her sedan was being repaired. I did not have to work in the morning and Mary only had to get to her part-time job at the craft store after dropping Katrina off. It all seemed to be a fine idea.I kissed Mary good-bye while Norah and I began the daunting task of moving the boxes around and unpacking the ones already moved to specific rooms. The apartment was rather small. It consisted of a downstairs with a small kitchenette and living area. The upstairs had two small bedrooms, one could hold her double bed - the other would serve as a sort of walk-in closet. There weren't too many options as to where things could go. The biggest problem with getting things set up was going to be getting out of each other's way. I stayed in the kitchenette, putting things away. I looked in the fridge to see if needed to be cleaned. Much to my surprise, the only thing in the otherwise clean refrigerator was a bottle of wine, the remainder of the beer, and a seven-inch-long dildo. My eyes did a double-take and I grabbed it and figured it get a rise out of Norah with it. She was in the living room facing away from me. I said, "Do you mind telling me what's up with the giant doid in the fridge?" "Oh! Don't move that. That's Fred. I need him for a sex-education lecture tomorrow. I know if I put him in the fridge I wont forget him when I put cream in my coffee." "What kind of cream are you using?" I said waving the rubber phallus in her direction, "And who names a dildo anyway?" "I didn't name him. It was my mother's. She used the same one for her classes when she used to teach health. That Fred has quite a history, I tell you," she said. "Like you mean 'history' with you?" I asked. "You mean like has he been inside me? Ewww. He's gigantic!" she laughed. "Well he wouldn't necessarily need to have been in your cootch. He could have taken a trip in your mouth!" I teased and poked her with the large rubber dong. "Don't be gross. Besides, he tastes funny!" "So you have done some extra-curricular activities with old Fred here. I should have guessed it. You and Ruth were probably practicing giving blow-jobs on him after Thanksgiving dinner!" I taunted. "Oh my God! I can't believe she would tell...," her retort trailed off and she got all serious, "He was used for educational purposes. He's had an awful lot of condoms placed on him," she said grabbing the fake penis from my hand. Norah busied her self taking some things upstairs and I took care of the kitchen stuff. Things went along quickly. I finished a number of boxes and went to the sofa to grab an unidentified shoebox as Norah was descending the stairs. I was about to open the box when Norah looked at me and said, "Please don't open that one!" darting down the stairs to retrieve it from my hands. "Not fair!" I exclaimed, "Now I'm only going to want to know even more!" I held the box over her head playing keep away. Norah was about four inches shorter than me and sprang up to steal the box away. My high school basketball skills kicked in and I dodged and wove, keeping the precious treasure out of her clutches. "C'mon give it to me!" she whined. "Okay, Norah. If you don't want me to see - then you have to tell me what your hiding in the 'special' box!" I said. "You wouldn't understand! Just give me the box!" she cried. Instantly, she jumped up to grab the box and knocked it from my hands. It fell to the floor. As the aged shoebox hit the hardwood it ruptured and a thick pile of glossy 8x10 photos landed on the floor. She dropped to her knees to collect them, but in her panic that I may see them, they spilled even more astray than they had originally. I stooped to help her and grabbed a fistful of the shiny pics. They were clearly her and Ruth posing in lingerie. They were also very professionally taken. The lighting was bright and crisp and the poses captured her in ways that were attractive and alluring. "Hmmm," I said flopping back on the couch, "What have we here? Did someone go to grown-up Glamor Shots?" I studied the pictures carefully. Norah seemed resigned that I had possession of this group of photos and busied herself collecting the remainder on the floor and replacing them in the shoebox. In the five photos I held, Norah was posing seductively in a red corset. Her legs were covered in black and red striped thigh-high stockings and a lace thong barely covered her crotch. In one picture she was on her knees sticking her fairly ample butt out. In another, she was peeling a banana - quite seductively - as her shiny red lips remained half open in anticipation of the gift they were about to receive. There were also a few of her and Ruth. Some of them embracing. Nothing too raunchy. "They were just a photo shoot Ruth's boyfriend did of us. It was her idea. Ruth gave me the photos, she has the negatives. He was really into it. I think Ruth was as creeped out as I was. We said no to a lot of what he asked us to do," she explained. "What did he ask you to do?" I asked. "Wouldn't you like to know! Let's just say there's a few pics of us kissing and groping each other's boobs. Nothing he could use for his idea - "Co-ed Cousins."" I laughed at the silliness of the title. And at the idea that Ruth's boyfriend thought he could impose any kind of ideas on these two headstrong, independent girls. "Well, more fool him," I stated She finished putting back the photos on the floor and then she turned to me. "Okay, you've had your thrill. Give them back," she commanded. "Why? I've already seen them. Let me see the rest," I beckoned. "No. That's kind of creepy. I mean, we're cousins, and Ruth's your sister," she said. "Well, whatever. You look gorgeous in them. Every bit as good as I imagined," I handed her the photos back, smiling. "You imagined?" she raised her eyebrows in question. "Well," I stammered, sensing being caught in an awkward admission, "I mean you look good. Really good." "Hmm," she sighed, "Don't backpedal now. I was just beginning to take pleasure in the thought that my older cousin thought of me as a sex object." "Really? You'd like that?" I asked in disbelief. "Well. Not in a creepy way. But it gives a girl a sense of power knowing that she turns a guy on. Besides, who's to say I never thought about you in a special way?" She put the remaining photos back into the box and brought them upstairs. I found a medium box and began unpacking it. The doorbell rang and Norah descended the stairs to answer it. Fishing in the pockets of her tight jeans shorts, she took out two dollars and gave the man a tip. I looked at my watch it was now a bit past seven. I moved a large plastic container in front of the couch to act as a table and grabbed two beers from the fridge and some paper towels to act as napkins. When I emerged from the kitchen, Norah was on the sofa and the pizza box was open. Both of us were ravenous. I handed her an open beer and sat next to her. We ate our pizza not speaking as NPR switched from news to jazz. A soft late summer breeze blew through the screen. The last of the evening sun shone on Norah's hair and as I relaxed on the couch I found myself staring at her. Her hair was a beautiful auburn color with highlights of bright red. As she settled back into the couch, tired, she lay back and stretched her legs over mine. Norah was about 5'4". She had an athletic build and years of skating had given her an ample yet firm rear. Her breasts were probably a C-cup. A bit big by some standards but I'm sure once she was settled in the school system, she'd be the crush of every hot-blooded school boy there. I massaged her legs while they were on my lap and admired the view of her breasts rising and falling as she lay breathing. "Oh God, that feels good. Don't stop," she sighed dreamily, her eyes closed. I continued working on her calves and then I took off her flip-flops and kneaded her tired feet. "That feels even better. Mary is so lucky," she muttered. "Well if she is, she doesn't say anything to me about it," I offered. "No way. If I came home to a man who massaged my feet after a long day, I'd be shouting it from the rooftops," she said. "Actually, since Katrina was born, Mary and I are more like a brother and sister - who argue about bills," I complained. It was true. They say that the birth of a child can take up an awful lot of time and attention. Couples turn into a trio and sex takes a backseat. I'd have to say that since our daughter was born, we'd probably only done it 5 or six times. Not to mention, Mary was about four years older than I and her body wasn't the same in her late thirties as it was before Katrina's birth. "That's sad," she said. "On to happier subjects!" I interrupted, not wanting to dwell on the negative, "You must be excited about being on your own - a new job?!" "I am really. It will be nice to have a life. Maybe start dating. There wasn't really time with work and school." "Yeah and since you're now educated in the fine art of giving blow-jobs, this dating thing should be a real whiz-bang!" I teased. "Oh come on! Did Ruth really tell you that or are you just messing with me?" she asked. "Well don't be mad at her. She mentioned it when she was a bit tipsy. I don't think even she remembers saying it. I'm sure it wasn't meant to embarrass you. I mean she was doing it with you." I explained. Norah got up to go to the fridge. "Did she say anything else?" "Like what?" I begged. "Well I wouldn't really want to say. Maybe who I was planning to use my practice on?" she hinted. I took the bait. "Yeah, she might have let it slip," I said, having no idea what I was talking about. Just then, Norah sat up and put her head in her hands, nearly crying. "I can't believe she wold have said anything to you. I told her never to repeat it! Oh God, this is so mortifying!" she wept. "Hey, it's not so bad," I put my arm around her. I hoped it would provide comfort and perhaps she'd let me in on what the hell she was talking about. Her whole body shook as my hand caressed her delicate back. "Maybe not for you. But if it was you who had a secret and never wanted anyone to know and the one time you did let someone know, they blabbed about it after a few drinks to the one person they didn't want to find out - well, you'd feel a little betrayed too!" she let out, quickly inhaling after to regain her breath. "Why wouldn't you want me to know, Norah? We're family." As I said the words, the reasons became as clear as icicles in the spring. Norah had harbored a crush on me in our earlier years. Not only that, but in my aunt's basement she had been practicing giving blow-jobs on an artificial cock while crushing on yours truly. Lord only knows what was going through my sister's head. "It's just so embarrassing, is all. I mean, we're cousins. I knew I couldn't act on it," she said, "It's just so hard having those feelings at that age and not having any outlet for them." "I know. If it makes you feel any better, I coughed up many a ball-sneeze thinking about the two of us," I joked. Norah let out a laugh, "It's not funny. They call them kissing-cousins, not fucking-cousins." "And to think, all that going on and we never even kissed! What a waste!" I responded. "Here, let's clean up before it gets too late," Norah said, changing the subject. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The evening wore on with Norah and I on separate floors, sorting through the various boxes and putting things in places that made sense. She didn't have too much stuff, so when she came down the stairs at nine claiming she was all set upstairs, I wasn't too surprised. I was nearly done downstairs as well. She went to the fridge and pulled out the bottle of wine. It was a big bottle of Corbet Canyon Merlot. Nothing but the best, I say. She poured a generous amount in each glass and turned up the radio. She handed me mine. We chatted for a while about where to hang pictures and stuff. The wine went down quickly and Norah poured us each another glass. "Thanks, for being such a good cousin and helping me with the move and everything. If there's anything I can ever do for you, please tell me. I owe you big-time," she said. My gears turned in my head. Or maybe the wine turned my gears. Whatever. What I said next just slipped out. "Well maybe you could show me what you learned from my sister." Norah's jaw practically hit the floor. "What!?! You did not just say what I think you said." "Not on me silly," I interjected, trying to calm her down, "But you've still got 'Fred' here. I was just thinking since you used me as an 'imaginary partner' that I'm a little entitled to see what I'd be missing. Besides, I may need some good wanking material to get to sleep tonight." She placed her wine glass, now empty except for a few drops, on the makeshift table and turned around to the kitchenette to grab the bottle of wine. When she returned, she came to the empty glasses and poured the garnet-colored elixir into each glass. "I thought we could use another glass," she said. "Me too, or maybe we've had enough," I said, backtracking. "Or not enough," she said. I was laying on the couch. She sat down on the floor next to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. What she did next sent a shiver through my entire core. She took the rubber schlong, which I had not seen her bring from the kitchen, and brought it up to her face. She at first just kissed it with her soft pink lips but gradually let the head of it make its way past her lips. As her tongue - now ruby-colored from the wine, licked the head of it like a lollipop, I felt a stirring in my loins. Hanging Out With the Girls Ch. 01 "How am I doing?" she asked. "Very sexy, Cuz. Of course I can't feel anything, but I'm sure you've perfected the art." "If I wasn't your cousin, the things I'd do to you," she said, continuing her work on the large phallus. It was going in and out of her generous mouth, nearly about to the six inch mark. It was wider in girth than most men's cocks and I can tell it was an effort to keep her jaw open that wide. I was staring wide-eyed in admiration when I felt my own hand unconsciously stroke my cock outside the fabric of my pants. My arousal became evident when I moved to adjust. I was as hard as an iron bar at this point and felt like my erection was going to come out of my skin. With a movement of my hand, I adjusted my manhood straight up and down - the tip poking out of the waistband of my pants but covered by my shirt. At this point Norah did something even more unexpected. She placed the rubber cock on top of my own crotch and continued to go down on it. Her eyes closed, perhaps indulging in her own fantasy, she was clearly after a result. The hand not holding the dildo was draped across me and I could tell she could feel the turgid presence of my cock beneath her but as I ground my hardness into her soft arm, she rebuffed the hint. My hand was trapped between her body and the sofa. I let the back of my fingers rub her plump breast and I received a moan of approval. At this point I was just way too turned on and I took her free hand and placed it on the outline of my rigid meat. This time there was no hint and she began brailling the outline like a blind girl -exploring what she could not see with her hand. Finally, I could not take it any more. I pulled her towards me, bringing her face towards mine. The dildo fell to the floor and I hugged her tight. "You don't have to do this any more if you don't want to," I said. "If this goes too far, say stop, and we will. I promise." "I know. Nothing beneath the clothes. Okay?" she asked timidly. "Whatever you say, Norah. I only want you to be comfortable," I answered. "Kiss me," she whispered. I brought my lips to hers. Her kiss was hot and open-mouthed. Her lips were as soft as I'd imagined and her small moans as our tongues danced indicated how aching with want her whole body was. I drew her on to the sofa and she continued stroking me over the barrier of my trousers. I let my hands explore the perfect curves of her rear as I pulled her into me. I looked on the wall clock and it said the time was now 1am. God how the time flies. We continued, kissing - holding each other. I licked gently around the outside of her ear and placed gentle kisses on the soft white skin of her neck. I pulled the collar of her shirt down to reveal a swath of her tempting cleavage and kissed the top of her breast as my hand firmly cupped it. Her next moan was accompanied by a sigh. "Oh babe. The things I'd let you do to me if we weren't related..."she said. I took this opportunity to move my hand to her jeans. When I gently pressed into her crotch, she removed my hand and said, "Mm-mm. Don't." I didn't question it. I was really just happy to be so close to her. I couldn't help myself though. I changed position on the couch and quickly got her beneath me. At first she was reluctant to have the bulge in my pants grinding against her but it didn't take long for our bodies to settle into a rhythm. Here I was dry-humping my beautiful cousin in her new apartment. By this time our clothes were becoming soaked with the sweat of our efforts and her hands were under my shirt and exploring the territory beneath my waistband. I took that as an invitation and put my own hand underneath the soft fabric of her shirt. The once pure lavender of her t-shirt was now darker with sweat stains. I let my fingers give her swollen nipple a squeeze then I felt the clasp in front. With one deft gesture, the plastic clasp gave way and her creamy globes were freed from their confines. If she had any misgivings about how far she had let my wandering hands go, she said nothing. I pulled up the damp fabric of her shirt and let my lips claim her now distended nipple. I flicked it with my tongue eliciting a moan from Norah. Her hand cradled my head as if she was letting me suckle while her body continued to writhe in passion beneath me. "Norah. Let's make love. We're so hot for each other," I said hopefully. "Oh God. If you knew how much I want to. But we can't," she said. I removed myself from her luscious body and sat up at the end of the sofa. I was achingly horny and disappointed. I needed to regroup. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. If you were any other guy we would have done it in every position by now. I'm so fucking ready for you. I just don't feel like I can cross that line, y'know,'" she offered by way of apology. She pulled her shirt over her naked chest but didn't reclasp her bra. "And the weird thing is, I've always dreamt about this day. I've always had such a hopeless crush on you. I mean get this - I've only ever had three serious boyfriends. And only two that I've ever had sex with. I broke up with all of them because they weren't as good as you - at least the picture I had built up of you in my mind. Not that I ever thought we'd get to this point...," she trailed off. "And what about Mary, she seems so nice," she ended. She brought up some interesting points, none of which soothed the raging weapon which was my cock. "I don't know Norah. I'm pretty sure Mary and I aren't going to last forever. I don't see it happening. I guess if society were different, I would have planned my life differently - around you and I. Maybe we should move down south where no one cares," I offered. "You're sweet. I guess that's why I've always liked you," she said leaning in to kiss me. Before long we were both pawing away at each other like two teenagers in the backseat of a Honda. "This has to stop," Norah said suddenly, pushing me up. "I guess I can give you a taste of what you want. Then we go to bed - separate beds. If I rub you off, do you think we can stop?" she asked. "It might help. I can't promise anything. I tell you what, though. I'm never going to forget you or this night," I said and kissed her. I sat up as she leaned over and proceeded to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants and lower my zipper. Needing no further encouragement, I lifted up my ass and threw my pants down past my knees letting them land at my ankles. Norah's eyes bulged with amazement at the sight of my cock. At nearly ten inches, my cock is something of an anomaly compared to the rest of me. I'm fairly small. One wouldn't describe me as muscular, more like sinewy and well defined. Norah clearly saw the dichotomy and couldn't disguise the look on her face. It started off as a hand-job. Her stroking was attentive and gentle. I would have shot my load all over her hand if I wasn't delaying my own gratification in an effort to prolong the evening. But she couldn't keep her eyes off the ten inches of rock-hard flesh in her hand. I was so hard it practically hurt. The swollen engorged power in her fist was apparently too much of a temptation for her. "I've been rehearsing with the wrong model," she said. And with that she planted her lovely full lips on top of my rod turning the proverbial "dream into action." She lovingly stroked the length of my member while her head bobbed up and down, coating my meat with her saliva. My hands quickly went to her boobs. I was squeezing the firm flesh of her tit-meat as I was thrusting into her willing mouth, savoring the feeling of being inside the mouth that had teased me for the past three hours. Norah was meeting my thrusts, taking nearly eight inches of meat into her pouty face. I pulled her shirt off and she removed her bra, casting it aside without once diverting attention from my turgid shaft. I brought her red face up to mine to kiss her. I didn't want to cum just yet and I was so nearly there. I put my hands between her legs and once again her hand grabbed mine. This time however, she did not rebuff me. Her hand let go of my meat spear for a second and she undid the snap and fly of her shorts. She guided me into her pants. My hand dipped into her jean shorts and my fingers felt at her soaked panties. "God, You're so wet," I said. "I've been dreaming about this for years." "I want to fuck you Norah," I pleaded, "Please." "We can't, honey. Let me get you off," she said. With that, she turned off the light and took my hand. She helped me up. I kicked off my pants and she led me upstairs holding my hand tightly. There was nervousness in anticipation in the air. The room was a mess. The bed was merely a mattress on the floor but it was made up. A small night light glowed in the corner and unpacked boxes littered the room. A full-length mirror lay sideways near against the wall. I took off my shirt and was naked in her bed. She took off her purple lace boy-shorts and I admired her perfect body in the shadows of the glow of the nightlight. She got onto the mattress and covered us both with the sheet. She reached into a box to her side and pulled out a seven-inch green rubber-coated vibrator. She handed handed it to me. "Do what you want to me," was all she said and she burrowed beneath the covers and went to work with her mouth. We were on our sides facing each other and I had a full view of her sopping pussy. I rolled over, pinning her beneath me. I took the vibrator and inserted it gently between the folds of her hot wet womanhood. I threw off the cover to better see her face being impaled with my meat. She was beneath me taking as much as she could while I was reaming the dildo into her willing cunt. I lowered my head and tasted the juices. Delectable ambrosia from my cousin's snatch. I lapped and sucked at her, drinking in as much as I could of the musky nectar. She still wasn't receiving the entire length of me into her face. I pressed into her and she gagged a bit. Her hands dug into my hips, perhaps in an effort to push me off. A dewy coating of sweat glistened over her skin in the dim light. My hand felt a round button on the dildo and it accidentally turned on. It was buzzing in my hand and with every thrust inside her hot, eager cunt, her hips rose up to let her swollen clit meet the laps of my tongue. I felt her arms reach around me and pull me into her. Her whole body tensed up. She seized violently underneath me. I held back, feeling the ever building pressure grow within my loins. She bucked and heaved, clawing and scratching my back until finally she was spent from her own passion. I pulled out of her mouth. My swollen shaft was shining and purple with need. I turned around to kiss my cousin who was still delirious and panting from ecstasy. I kissed her and she cradled my head again. The kiss lingered allowing her to taste her own desire. "Can you taste yourself on my lips, babe?" I asked. "I can. I can taste how much I've wanted you," she answered. I was on top of her now. My still-rigid cock bobbing under the weight of its own arrogance. I let it linger at the entrance of her hot wanton pussy. "Careful," she said. I rubbed the head of my rock-hard cock against the swollen folds of her sweet pussy. "Do you still want me?" "Of course," she said, "We just have to be careful." "Can I put the head inside you? Please?" I begged. "Just for a bit. I want to feel you. Just be careful - I'm not on anything." she answered. "I want to feel you too, babe. You're so beautiful," I said looking into her eyes. She was gazing into mine as well as I slowly guided the first few inches of my manhood inside her tight wet box. "I need that cock," she sighed, letting me fill her up even more. "Do you still want me. Do you still want to be filled up with my cock?" "Oh God Yes! Fill me up with that big dick. It's so big! It feels like a fist, lover! Fuck me!!" she shouted. I brought her legs up and spread them in a 'V', holding them up with my hands. Norah was working her clit with her fingers while her other hand was feeling the ridges of my abdominal muscles. I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed hard as I pounded into her tight body. "Is this what you wanted, baby," she asked. "Oh fuck, yeah! I've wanted this forever! I'm so close Norah! I'm going to cum!" I shouted as I felt a trickle of pre-cum leave my tool. "Not yet!" she shouted a look of panic in her eyes, "I'm close too!" I collapsed on top of her to kiss her and to slow the pace, but she wasn't having it. "Fuck me, Cousin! Make my cunt cum and then cover me with your seed! Spray your load all over me!" she wailed into the night. As she screamed, I felt her twitch and writhe beneath me. Her body panted and raced to catch up with itself as she claimed her own ecstasy. The feeling of her pussy tightening around me was too much; I shot a blast of my seed inside her. I pulled out and stroked myself releasing shot after shot of spunk on her face, belly, neck, tits and hair. She was utterly glazed with my seed, probably both inside and out. She took my cock in her hand and let a few more pulses of cream land on her slutty eager face. I kissed her fully, tasting the salty musk of my own release on her plump lips. We lay on the bed, still kissing, still tasting ourselves on each others bodies. "My legs are shaking. I can't believe that was so fucking good!" she said. My hands were stroking her ass and I could feel her trembled under my touch. We continued to kiss until the early morning light. Birds were chirping and the sound of the city stirring crept through the window. "Gee, it's late, or perhaps early is a better word," she observed, sitting up. She remained still for a moment. "What is it?' I asked. "Nothing, I guess. I just felt something," she said, raising herself to her knees on the mattress. A small trickle of my cum leaked out of her raw pussy and ran down the inside of her thigh, "Say, do you think you came inside me?" "I don't think so," I countered, lying. "Well it's probably okay, if it was only a little. I should be getting my period in a few days," she said frankly. She flopped back down on the bed beside me in exhaustion, covered in the viscous remnants of my semen. We kissed hot and passionately. "We can't do this again, you know," she sighed, "I mean, this can only be a one-time thing, right?" She seemed to be asking a question rather than making a statement. "Do you mean one time, or one night?" I asked taking my cousin's sperm-covered breast into my mouth. "Mmmm," she whimpered, "I guess one more time." "Get on all fours, I want to take you from behind," I commanded. She obediently assumed the position. I took my now stiff rod and teased her by rubbing it up and down the length of her slit. She groaned in anticipation, trying to back up and impale herself on me. I gave her toned rump a playful slap and spied a bottle oil massage oil in the box next to the bed. I grabbed it and flipped the cap open, letting a drizzle of the spice-scented oil coat her muscular ass. I rubbed the oil into her flesh admiring the shine as I plunged the full ten inches of my rock-hard cock into her heat. Pumping in and out of her, I caught her looking at our reflection in the mirror. "We look so good baby," I started, "Does that get you off? Watching your cousin pound you from behind?" I slapped her ass harder leaving a mark as she became lost in the rhythm of our lovemaking. I could feel her contracting around me as she announced her orgasm. I breathed out, holding my own back when she reared back. The force knocked me off balance and I lay back. She repositioned herself over me a la reverse cowgirl. I sank back into her and let her take control as I enjoyed the view of my cousin riding me. "Looks like someone else gets off on watching their cousin fuck them," she said with a wink into the mirror. Her muscular legs and hips rocked and gyrated as my meat absorbed the sensation. Her vice-like pussy was using my rod for its own pleasure and I had no control. Her pace was getting quicker and her breathing became panting. She was clearly lost in the throes of her own lust and I wouldn't be able to control myself much longer. Her muscular and ample thighs started a stirring motion and I felt once again, the now-familiar contraction of her cunt around my cock. "I'm cumming, baby. Oh fuck me! Oh It feels so good! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried. The sound of her voice, the vision of her perfect oiled body caught in the throes of ecstasy as she impaled herself on my cock, the fact that she was my cousin; I don't know. At that moment, I could no longer contain what had built up. I felt the fire in my loins release inside her. "That's it! Please don't cum inside me cousin! Cum all over my face. Cum on my tits and let me lick it off!!" she continued as pulse after pulse of my jizz erupted into her. She finished her orgasm and released me, letting my slick, cum-coated cock land with a thud on my belly. She adjusted and brought her face to my still-spurting pole. "You came inside me again didn't you?" she asked softly. "I did. It'll be okay," I reassured, stoking her hair. I caught sight of something moving in the mirror. A familiar voice filled the room. "What the fuck are you two doing?," Mary said breathlessly. She turned and ran out of the room. I heard the door slam violently and the car speed off. Hanging Out With the Girls Ch. 02 The past week was pure Hell. The Priest at our church had defined Hell in one of his sermons as the place where you were as far away as possible from God as you could possibly be. I was inclined to agree. Last week, my wife Mary left me and took our daughter to go live with her mother in Arkansas. I'm not sure I blame her. If I had to see what she saw, I'm not sure that leaving was all I would have done. My wife, Mary - thinking she was picking me up after helping my cousin move - walked up the stairs of my cousin Norah's apartment to find the two of us naked and entwined. She left without so much as an argument. But what was there really to say? She walked in and if I remember correctly, Norah was wiping my cum off her face. What can I say? It must have been horrible to see. I probably would have done the same thing - moved away. Mary had taken Katrina, our daughter with her to Arkansas to stay with her mum. I had the condo, but we also rented that from her mother. Just yesterday, I was served not only divorce papers from Mary, but also a notice from Mary's mother that she had sold the condo and that I had to vacate the premises by the end of the month. That gave me exactly eleven days to get out and I had nowhere to go. I had asked Norah, my cousin, about staying with her. She had just started a new job as a guidance counselor at the middle school. She wasn't crazy about the idea as she was new in town and didn't want a lot of talk to be starting about her. Also, as passionate as she was the night we made love, she distanced herself a bit from me. We had only had sex once more time since that night and she seemed distant and preoccupied. Perhaps she felt guilty or uncomfortable about the scene with Mary in the bedroom. Maybe she felt responsible in some small way for the destruction of a family. Who knows? A bunch of stuff happened that week both good and bad and to tell you the truth, I don't regret any of it. Mary and I? Our marriage was the product of our child. I love our daughter and hell, I love Mary. But to tell the truth, after making love with Norah, it felt like the natural conclusion of where we should be in our relationship. Although it's not legal in New Hampshire, we could just move south to Massachusetts if we wanted to marry. But that seems like very premature thinking. I mentioned before how me and Norah and my sister Ruth had been like best friends all our lives. I said also that I never really thought about Norah in a sexual way. I say now - I was wrong. After being with Norah so intimately and fully, she's all I can think about. I'm totally consumed with the thought of making love with her. Aside from her stunning beauty, her personality is electric, dynamic and spontaneous. I wish when we were younger, I had enough courage to recognize that it was she who I wanted to be with. I also wish that society didn't have so much stigmatization about love between first cousins. Ah, but there is that stigma... I was busy packing what was left of my belongings, getting ready to live in my car when my sister returned one of my numerous calls. Apparently she had been overseas for work and never had an opportunity to call me back. "I'm so sorry. I was in Cambodia for work. What's up?" she asked. She worked as a marketing agent for a solar panel company and was always jetting around the globe trying to get green energy into untapped markets. I told her that Mary left and that I was looking for a place to stay. "Didn't Norah just move to Dover? I'm sure she could put you up for a while." she said. I didn't give her any details about what went on between us but indicated that Norah didn't want an older male cousin cramping her social life. Ruth was a bit smarter than that. "Really? I would have thought she'd jump at the chance to have you stay with her." "Well, it's a small place and she's got a lot going on with her new job," I offered. "In any case, bro, I've got some time I have to take off from work. Why don't I come and help you find a place. The three of us can hang out if she gets the time," she said, her voice sounding more excited. "If you can swing it, that would be great! I'm not sure how much time Norah's going to have to spend with us but I'd love to see you. It feels like a particularly low point right now." "I should be there in a few days," she chimed, "Well, I've got to book a flight. Love you." "Love you too," I said and put the receiver back in the cradle. I was about to go to bed early - it was around eight-thirty - when the phone rang. I went to answer it. It was one of the people I had called about an apartment this week. She apparently didn't have the one I had called about but another one her properties was going to be opening up. She asked if I could meet her at her rental office on Tuesday and we'd drive down together. I agreed. Today was Sunday. The day felt suddenly more productive. I went upstairs to bed passing a photo of Norah and Ruth on the wall. It was taken at the beach and they were both wearing two-piece swimsuits. I grabbed it and was going to throw it in a box upstairs. I ended up just staring at it, though. I caught myself looking at Norah and fantasizing about touching her curves. To see Norah and Ruth together, you'd think they were sisters. Both our mothers looked very similar so I guess it's natural to have a strong family resemblance. It's not only their facial features that are similar. They both have big boobs. Norah's are about a 36-c while Ruth's are a bit bigger. Both of them have meaty thighs from years of gymnastics and skating and their rears are models of round sculpted perfection. I fell asleep looking forward to Ruth arriving and having lustful dreams about Norah. +++++++++++++++++++++++ The next day was Monday. I only had to work a half shift and it was nice to be out early. When I got home, there was a message from Ruth saying she'd booked a flight and would be here tomorrow at seven. I spent the afternoon tidying up when the ringing of the doorbell caught my attention. I opened the door and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Norah's face. "I just thought I'd swing by, see how you're doing," she said. She was wearing a light blue sundress. The crepe halter top clung to her ample breasts. I closed the door and kissed her. At first she resisted a bit. I pulled her closer, "No one can see, come on honey." Hearing that we were alone seemed to make her more pliant and her lips became softer and her mouth opened up. Her arms wrapped around me and her kiss was at last welcoming and wet. I felt her shiver when I drew her into me. "I missed you," she said. I took her hand and led her to the sofa. "I missed you too," I said back. "I guess that's why I came. I wanted to talk to you - about us," "This is going to be bad, isn't it?" I felt my body tense as it braced for bad news. Norah was going to break up with me. "Not necessarily bad. It's just that," she paused and collected her thoughts, "It's just that this past week I've had so many feelings. All my life I've secretly wanted this, for us to be together. If I ever dreamed we could be together, and believe me I dreamed about more often than any girl should, I shut it down. That's why it's so hard. It's all coming at once." "I understand. What can make it better?" I asked. "I guess just know that I'm confused. While on one hand, my entire being and core aches for you, on the other hand I want to proceed with caution. As the guidance counselor in the school, I'm a bit more high-profile in this town. People know you. God knows people know Mary - she grew up here," she said. "I'm just saying," she continued, "I love being with you and the sex is incredible. But as far as being a couple out and about in public, I think I want to remain a bit more private. I don't want to be know as the cousin-fucking homewrecker who just rode into town." "I understand completely," I said, "Ruth's coming back tomorrow." "Oh I know. There was a message from her. That should be nice. You didn't say anything about us did you?" she asked with a cold stare. "No. But she's eventually going to find out," I countered. "Yeah, but it doesn't have to be this week," she pleaded and her arm stroked my belly. I leaned in to kiss her and she pulled me into her, her hands reaching for the bulge between my legs. Her hand fumbled with my pants and finally freed my cock. It bounced at attention and I stood up to remove my clothes. I went to the slider to draw the curtain. I turned back to her. She got on her knees before me. "God I've missed you. Especially this part of you," she sighed before taking my cock in her hand. I pulled her hair back and watched as her pretty face went down on my shaft. She licked it up and down coating it with her saliva until the swollen meat of my cock was shining and wet. In and out of her face I pushed myself. Her right hand moved between her legs while her left fondled her breasts. I pulled out of her long enough to pull down the top of her sundress and see her amazing tits clad in a strapless bra. She fondled and groped at her creamy perfect globes through the cloth and I reached behind her and unfastened the bra allowing her tits the freedom they craved. She went down even harder on my cock. Her small hand pumped it while her eager face seemed to crave to release her motions were about to bring. I put a hand behind her head to further impale her face with my cock. "You trying to see how far you can fit that big cock into my little throat?" she asked. She got very still and relaxed her jaw, drawing in slowly an inch at a time. Her eyes closed, her throat relaxed until finally she had claimed nearly all ten inches of me. She shook her head with a bit of a gag and released my wet tool from her greedy mouth. "You like it all the way down my throat, don't you?" she said. She repeated doing this - deep-throating my cock. Taking it all in at her own pace. She was getting used o the feeling of being stabbed with my cock and having it literally shoved down her throat. The intensity of my thrust was building up and the mixture of saliva and pre-cum was running down her chin and onto her tits. She used her hand to rub the mixture all over her breasts, pinching her swollen nipples and moaning to herself. I continued this for about ten minutes. I was about ready to blow and her eyes were tearing up from the effort of handling my enormous length and girth. I took one last thrust into her mouth and sank all the way into her. Her full lips were now touching the base of my shaft and there was no further to go. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands holding her fast to me as she shuddered beneath me. I pulled out as she spat and choked a bit. She was panting for breath as a gob of spit trickled down between her breasts. I could have shot my load right then and there, all over her face. Norah had other ideas. She grabbed a throw from the couch and lay down on the floor. "Get between my breasts, lover. Come here and tit-fuck your cousin," she beckoned. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small tube of handcream. She squirted a small amount on each breasts as I straddled the top of her stroking myself. I had never tit-fucked a girl before. Mary's were too small and before her I simply hadn't much experience with larger breasts. The sensation was exquisite. She wrapped her big tits around me and I felt like I was encased in velvet. I reached behind and pulled up her sundress. He pussy was soaked through her panties. I moved the wisp of fabric aside and let a finger move inside her wet musky heat while Norah milked my meat with her boobs taking head of my cock into her willing mouth with every pump. "That's it cousin, Fuck my tits! Fuck by big titties! Cum all over me with that horse dick!" she beckoned, clearly caught up in the moment. I thrust between her soft lubricated tits with more determination. Looking down at her pumping her tit-meat around me while I felt her grind her slick, sopping puss into my hand put me into a nearly altered state of consciousness. "Cum for me! Cum all over your cousin's titties!" she implored. It didn't take long for me to cum. A violent shot of jizz plastered her her eyes and forehead while the remainder coated her cheeks and neck. She stuck out her tongue and the last few drops landed creating a pool of sticky white cream on a soft pink bed. She tilted her head back and swallowed my seed. I looked at the clock. It was only six. Norah got up and kissed me with her still cum-covered face. She pulled up her sundress over her naked breasts and went to the downstairs bathroom. I hoped she wasn't planning on leaving. I picked her bra off the floor. It smelled just like her, like flowers and vanilla. I sat on the couch and got put on my pants. I read the label on her bra. It was faded but the faint blue printing was still discernible. It read 36-CC. Impressive, I thought. She emerged from the room cleaned up. She snatched the bra out of my hand. "Pervert! What were you doing with my bra?" she said with mock indignation. "Nothing," I pleaded. She backed me up on to the couch and straddled me. She kissed me hungrily, her open mouth devouring every bit of the kiss. "I bet you wanted to keep it. I bet you were going to wrap it around your cock and think about me while you touched yourself. Thinking about fucking your horny slutty younger cousin," she teased. She smiled as we kissed again. I let my hand run up the side of her smooth thigh to her naked rear. "What happened to your panties?" I asked. "They were too wet. That's what having this monster between my breasts does to me. I had to put them in my purse. Why? Do you want them too?" she kidded. Actually the thought of masturbating into my cousin's soaked panties sounded very good, especially if Ruth's presence this week was going to put a dent in our lovemaking. I let my hand move to her still wet pussy. "Have you let other guys fuck your breasts?" I asked. "Mm-mm. Like I said, I don't have a wealth of experience. One guy wanted to, but I didn't feel comfortable with him. He was the boyfriend I never had sex with," she groaned, grinding herself on my hand as I put a finger inside her. "Oh that feels good. I didn't know if you were up for another round," she whispered. My cock was getting stiff. I kissed her face. "Let's go upstairs. To the bed," I offered. We headed upstairs stripping of our clothes as we walked and landed in the bed. We kissed slowly and thoughtfully. The closet doors of the bedroom are actual floor to ceiling mirrors. Norah spied them and said, "Ooh, the mirrors could be fun!" "Do you have a condom?" she asked. "No why?" I asked. "It's just that you don't seem to be able to pull out of me in time, " she smiled. "I know, I'm sorry. I can't help it though. You feel so good and I got so excited. We should be good now though. You just wiped most of my cum off your face. I should be much more in control." "I'm sorry. I just worry. I still haven't gotten my period though. It's probably nothing. I've been late and even missed it before. And all the stress of the past weeks probably has something to do with it. She kissed me and I rolled on top of her. I grabbed her ass guided myself into her. This was the fourth time I had been inside my cousin and each time it was becoming more real to me. I looked lovingly into her eyes as she rocked her body beneath me. The core of my being felt electrified by the sensation of feeling her breasts against my chest. He hands caressed me and her nails gently moved across the skin of my back. My rigid pole moving in and out of her tight pussy. Suddenly she grabbed me tightly and I felt the walls of her vagina contract around me. I looked at her beneath me in the mirror, her muscular haunches meeting my every thrust. "I'm cumming. Oh you feel so good!" she whispered as her body tightened beneath me. Her nails were clawing at me and she bit into my shoulder as she convulsed in ecstasy beneath me. She continued heaving and panting beneath me until eventually her climax subsided. She kissed me lightly and whispered in my ear, "I love how you fuck me." "And I didn't even cum inside you," I said, beaming with mock pride. "I know, poor baby! I tell you what: First think next week, I'll make and appointment and get on the pill," she said. "Really?" I asked, encouraged by the the thought of her thinking of us as a more permanent concept. I pulled out of her, my cock still raging hard. "Mmm, lets se what we can do about that," she said looking at my engorged condition. She adjusted herself and started cleaning off my cock with her mouth. "Do you like how you taste?" I asked, stroking her hair. "I do. I love how it tastes licking me off of you," she moaned and went down on me with more determination. She lifted her head up and said, "I hope all that practicing on 'Fred' has paid off," referring to a rubber dildo she and my sister had experimented with in earlier times. I though about her and my sister passing around the phallus, practicing the art of fellatio. An image flashed in my mind of the three of us together. I looked on the nightstand at the photo of Norah and Ruth. I imagined being with both of them. I wondered if the two of them had ever been with each other. Norah continued face-fucking me. Her face was red and sweaty from the effort and spit and precum ran down her chin. I felt my loins tighten and I imagined Ruth sucking me of instead of Norah. It wasn't to hard to do, they had such a resemblance. I unloaded into her throat. She gulped and swallowed as each blast of my load sprayed into her slutty face. As I squinted, trying to visualize my sister, I felt more power in every pulse. We fell asleep in each other's arms until about eight. I got up to get us both some water. I spied Norah's purse open on the counter, her panties balled up on the top. I picked them carefully out and brought the still damp garment to my nose. The musky scent of her pussy filled my head and I went to the living room to get the bra. I put them in the kitchen cabinet for safekeeping . On the wall of the kitchen the phone was flashing, indicating a message. I hit play as I filled up the water glasses. Ruth's voice filled the room and my heart. "Hey! It's me. I got an earlier flight so I'll be over in the morning rather than the afternoon! I hope that's not to early for me to come." I though about her choice of words and decided that she could "come" anytime she wanted - as long as I got to participate. At that moment. Norah came down the stairs - naked, holding her blue dress. She kissed me and took the water I handed to her. "Was that Ruth?" she said heading to the living room, "When's she getting here? Say I can't find my bra!" "She'll be here early tomorrow. Come over and we'll get lunch. I haven't seen your bra," I said. "I can't. I have to work. You guys will be all on your own. It's getting late though," She pulled her dress over her head and let the soft fabric cling tightly to her braless bosom. I grabbed her and kissed her groping her soft tit flesh though the fabric. SHe moaned and pushed me back. "I mean it," she smiled, "I really have to wake up early and we can't risk falling asleep and having Ruth walk in on us. We have to be good. Promise me," she pleaded. "I promise," I said, holding up my hand. "And you ned to find that bra and hide it. Ruth will know that bra if she sees it. SHe has a matching one from that photo shoot. If she sees it lying around, she'll put two and two together," she explained. "I'll look for it. It's got to be here somewhere," I said as she slipped into her sandals and grabbed her purse. She clasped it shut without looking and kissed me good-bye. I locked the door and grabbed the lingerie from the cabinet. Hanging Out With the Girls Ch. 02 I brought them upstairs and lay down. I took the photograph again of the girls at the beach. It was eight by ten and and Norah was wearing a two piece black bikini while Ruth's was white. I remember that day at the beach vividly. The girls need lotion rubbed into their backs and I happily obliged. I remember thinking nothing of it when they unclasped their tops. I literally did not think of them sexually. Now, imagining the oil landing on my sister's smooth tan skin and trickling down the side onto the swell of her breast, I feel only unadulterated lust. I remember her being tickled by the dripping oil and sighing in contentment as my finger quickly met the side of her breast to rub the oil in. It was the same with Norah. I guess just pleased to feel safe with a man's touch. I breathed deeply looking at the girls and felt a stirring between my legs. I lay on the bed and looked at the undergarments in my hand. Without the frenzied rush of disrobing, I was able to see their detail. The black lace strapless bra was embroidered with small black roses and although the panties themselves were sheer, the sides had matching embroidery. I wrapped the still damp panties around my hard rod and pumped gently with the sensation of the sheer fabric spurring my motions faster. I brought Norah's bra to my face and inhaled the intoxication aroma of her flesh and sweet fragrance of her body spray. I looked at the picture of the girls at the beach and remembered straddling my sister as I rubbed oil on her back. I imagined her turning over and letting me tit-fuck her like Norah did. I though about my hand inside her pussy and wondered how she would feel inside. Then I imagined our enjoined bodies, oiled up and sweaty as we gave in to our desires. I looked at the picture again and imagined my sister beneath me as I came inside her. At that moment, I felt my breath leave my body and I looked down. My pulsing cock twitched and the sticky pearly fluid leaked though my cousin's cunt-soaked panties. I jerked faster and hollered out both their names. I put the panties and bra under my pillow and went to sleep. Hanging Out With the Girls Ch. 03 Tuesday morning found me rock hard, still dreaming about Ruth. I'm not sure if I had a wet dream during the night, but the visions running through my head were so vivid as to seem real. It's weird when you get a revelation sometimes. Like, I had never thought of either my cousin or sister in a sexual manner, but once I crossed the line with Norah, my cousin, the only thing I could think about was how much I truly desired Ruth, my sister. It was as if some pent-up longing inside had now been freed. The problem was twofold though. First, there was no guarantee that Ruth shared my ever-growing love for her. Second, Norah, having crossed the line with me, already was beginning to get closer and a bit more "loverly." She wanted to keep things a secret - for now. She did seem resigned to the fact that eventually we'd have to out ourselves as a couple to Ruth. Now that my crush on Ruth, or Roo as we sometimes called her, was blossoming, letting her know that I was with Norah seemed counterproductive. I suppose it was silly to think that I stood a chance with Ruth. But it's funny how crossing that line can make things seem a little clearer. The phone startled me and I jumped naked from the bed and trotted down the stairs to answer it. It was Norah. "Hey, did Ruth get in?" she asked. "No, not yet. Just getting ready for work?" I answered. "Yeah. Hey I just wanted to tell you before she got here and we get tied up with our little secret...well, that I'll miss you. And if it seems like I'm pushing you away, I'm just that much more aching to be close to you," she said. "Sure. Me too," I offered, a bit dismissively. She seemed a bit miffed by the off-handedness of my reply. "Well, I've got to go to work. Call me when you feel like it," she said tersely and hung up. Golly, our first fight - I thought to myself. And then I thought about Norah. Perhaps she was feeling a bit vulnerable. I thought about her and her saying she was aching to be close to me. I though about making love to her on the living room floor. I thought about the first time the two of us did it and how powerful it felt. How right it felt. Even with Mary walking in, it still felt right. I noticed my cock was plump with arousal. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. She picked up immediately. It didn't even have time to ring. "Hello?" she answered nervously. "Hey. It's me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like I wouldn't be thinking of you. I just woke up," I said. "It's okay," she muttered, "I was feeling a little like I was going to be lonely this week without you and I guess I just wanted reassurance." "You won't be without me," I explained, "We'll be over every night. Just like old times!" "Well, it's new times now. Not old. And it won't be the same. I'll be missing you. Especially when she's with you and not me," Her frosty accent on the word 'she's' sent an uncomfortable shiver up my spine. "You sound like you're describing another woman, not my sister," I countered. "Hey, I'm a woman. I'll sound like how I sound," she said defensively, "Besides, you already..." "Already what?" I asked, waiting. "Never mind. I'm being stupid. I don't know what's going on with my moods lately. Have a good time today. I'll see you guys later," she said and hung up. I placed the handset back on the cradle and heard the doorbell ring. Still naked, I grabbed a sheet from the downstairs laundry basket and wrapped it around myself. I open the door and Ruth came bounding in. Excited, she embraced me in a big hug and kissed me on the neck. "I'm so glad to see you!" we exclaimed simultaneously and laughed. It was uncanny that we had a knack for finishing each other's sentences. "I'm naked under the sheet," I stated, "I can't hug you properly." "I'm naked under my clothes!" she quipped. I brought the sheet tighter around me and evidence of my previous arousal showed itself in bold relief through the sheet. I caught Ruth eyeing my package. She turned away quickly. "What's on the agenda?" she asked, changing the subject. "Well, why don't I get showered and dressed and meet my prospective landlord. You can stay here and get a nap if you're tired," I offered. "Oh God no. I'm totally wired. I need to stay up 'til at least eight and then I can take my melatonin. That will put me in zombie-land later, but I should be good the rest of the week," she said cheerfully, "I'd love to help you. That's why I came. And lunch is on me!" I let her bring her bag inside while I showered. As I lathered myself up, I thought about Ruth's body. she had gained a little weight since I'd last seen her. Her white capri pants were awfully tight. Her ass was gorgeous though and a little extra padding there only served to stir my lust. The place where it made the most difference was in her chest. Her breasts were large anyway, but now I could see a little spillage of tit-meat over the top of her bra. I soaped up my cock as I thought about being between her breasts. I wondered if she let guys fuck her there. I wondered if she and Norah talked about that when they were younger playing with "Fred" the educational sex-toy. I decided to stop playing with myself and get dressed. The obsessive thoughts about Roo weren't going away, but dwelling on them wasn't helping either. I got out of the tub and dried off. I wrapped the towel around my lower half, my engorged manhood bound tightly against my torso. I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and got dressed. I headed downstairs. Ruth emerged from the downstairs bathroom all cleaned up and smelling like Aussie hairspray and Jovan Wild musk. I hadn't placed too much connection to the scent before, but now associating it with her, it would forever haunt my heart when I smelled it. She placed her bag near the sofa and I said, "No, you get the bed, Sis." "I was hoping you'd say that," she grinned and took her small black carry-on up to the room. By eleven, we were headed to the landlady's office. Her name was Carol and she was a crusty, but nice, businesswoman. She explained that she had all the apartments in her large development had been rented but that a vacancy had just presented itself in her tenement downtown. She had a few stops to make after and she asked us to follow her. We drove down two side streets and pulled into Silver Street. I was nearly shocked still when she pulled into Norah's driveway. "This is Norah's place," I said to Ruth. "What a coincidence," she replied and opened the truck door. Carol waited for me and opened the door next to Norah's. "I just had the place painted. The neighbor girl seems nice. I guess she's a teacher at Saint Mary's or something. Young thing," she muttered. She held the door open as my sister and I entered. The place had indeed just been cleaned and painted. It was the mirror image of Norah's place and I thought about what it would be like to be so close to her. My core was vibrant with electricity at having her just on the other side of her. Carol showed me the kitchenette and was about to take us upstairs when we heard footsteps on the porch. "Am I getting new neighbors Carol?" "Maybe. This young couple might like the place well enough," she answered. Norah stepped over the threshold to extend her hand. Ruth turned around and the squealing of girls reunited filled the house. "Oh my God! It's so good to see you!" Ruth said to Norah. They hugged and talked while I went upstairs with Carol. "Is she a friend of your wife's?" Carol asked. As she said it, I thought about Ruth as my wife and something inside me stirred. "Oh, no. She's not my wife," I countered. "Oh sorry. I keep forgetting. You kids are always putting the cart before the horse." "Carol, she's my sister." "Oh sorry. And the teacher downstairs? I keep forgetting her name," she whispered apologetically. "Norah. My cousin," I answered almost forgetting that she was Ruth's cousin too. The floor plan upstairs was nearly identical to Norah's except the closet door was locked. I asked Carol if there was a key. "There is one, but I don't know where it is. Although any old key would probably open it. It wouldn't do much good though. That door is actually the back wall of the opposing closet. This duplex was originally made for two old sisters. Renters don't like that kind of arrangement. So, since the other side opens, they get the closet. If it's any consolation, you have more kitchen space downstairs," I laughed and said it was fine. I told Carol I'd take it and presented her a check for first and last month's rent. She didn't need references because she seemed to like Norah well enough. Just as well because I didn't think Mary's mother would want to vouch for me. Carol also told me I could move in whenever I felt like it. Carol went downstairs and said good-bye to the girls. I followed and the girls were winding down in their excitement. "Why didn't you tell me you were thinking of this place?" Norah asked with a look that conveyed I was being both sweet and naughty at the same time. "I didn't know until we got here what was available. I think I'll take it though. The price is right and I can be next to my favorite cousin," I said squeezing her. "I bet somebody else is also glad about that," Ruth added mischievously. "Stop it!", Norah said giving Ruth a playful but pointed punch in the arm, "Besides, you're one to talk!" "What's that supposed to mean?" I wondered aloud. "Nothing. You wouldn't," Ruth whispered to Norah. "It means that maybe one night, I'l have a glass of wine with my faaaaavorite cousin and talk about the good old days I spent with his faaaaavorite sister," she said with an exaggerated tone. Ruth covered her forehead with her hand to disguise her blushing. I felt bad for her and her unknown embarrassment and I changed the subject. "Who's for lunch?" I interjected. "Actually, I came back here to make a quick sandwich. But now I have to get back. Will I see you guys tonight?" Norah asked. "Probably more than you'd like, if you're moving stuff," Ruth added brushing my arm. "Yeah. We'll probably do a few loads today and get the bed tomorrow," I added. The girls made nice and hugged each other good-bye. I got in the truck and started it. I noticed Norah and Ruth talking on the porch. They held each other's hands and it was clear by Ruth's face that she seemed worried about something. Norah put her hands on her shoulders in reassurance and they hugged again. Ruth entered the truck. "What was that all about?" I asked. "Nothing," she said tersely, "Lunch?" I drove towards Portsmouth and we pulled into the Redhook Brewery for lunch. We ate in relative silence. Ruth was obviously holding onto some secret and was reluctant to let it out. I could probably get her to spill her guts, but not with beer. It would take wine and a slow relaxed pace. I made a mental note to pick up a few bottles of red. We hit the strip malls and picked up kitchen and bath stuff. Also some sheets. Some to replace the old. Some to replace what Mary had taken with her. To my surprise, Ruth actually insisted on paying for a bunch of it. "I want to know you're well taken care of," she said. "So when I go to bed on these sheets, my last thought should be of you?" I asked playfully. "And your first thought in the morning!" she added, "Sorry, that sounded weird." The weird part was that she was my first thought this morning. It was now about 6:30 in the evening. The sky was getting grey and we both agreed that we were exhausted. We headed back home and I dropped Ruth off at the condo to relax. I drove further onto Silver Street to drop off my new furnishings. Norah came out to greet me. "Where's Ruth?" Norah asked. "She's tired from the flight. I came to drop this stuff off," I said reaching into the truck bed to pull out one of the many bags. "I can help," she offered and grabbed the kitchen stuff. We started sorting and unpacking, my mind still on Ruth and what she may be keeping from me. Also on the feeling I got when she said she wanted me to be thinking of her when I went to sleep. She probably didn't mean it that way, I guess. Norah was packing up trash and putting it by the door. "This brings back memories of last week," she said, a look of contentment passing over her face, "except in another dimension." She was referring to the opposing floorplans. "Hey, you okay? You seem kind of far off." she said and jumped on the counter in front of me. She parted her legs and drew my body into hers embracing me. She was wearing a flower print dress that was fetching from afar but when you looked at her close-up, it really showed off her curves. She kissed me. "No, I'm fine. Just tired. You look beautiful," I said. "Thanks. I'm sorry, I seem like a bitch. I'm so happy you're moving next-door. This is going to be so perfect. I'm so happy!" she muttered, smiling. Her kisses were more open-mouthed and I caressed her rear bringing her closer to me. A groan of approval left her lips. Her deft hands went straight for my belt and quickly unbuckled it. I could feel my meat becoming engorged. "We need to christen every room this week, lover. Take me here on the counter! Fuck me!" she moaned loudly. I was about to unzip the back of her dress when I heard an exaggerated cough and footsteps. Norah scurried quickly off the counter and deeper into the kitchenette. I peeked out and it was Carol. "I saw the door open driving by. I knocked but no one heard. I guess you were busy. Anyway, here's a list of numbers if you get an emergency or something needs to be fixed. I'll leave you to whatever you were doing," she said plainly. I closed the door behind her. Norah emerged sheepishly from the kitchenette. "That was close. Do you think she saw us?" she asked. "I don't think so. She's still outside though." Carol was indeed outside. By the tone of her voice, she knew she had unexpectedly intruded on an intimate moment and handled it gracefully enough. If she knew I was about to plow into my cousin on her newly cleaned counter space, she might not be so generous with her opinion. The mood was thoroughly vanquished, however. Instead of taking the opportunity to get off with Norah, I begged off and went out to the truck and got a few more bags from the cab. Carol waved to me and backed out of the driveway. I went back into my new apartment and told Norah that the coast was clear. Strangely, she apologized to me, "I'm sorry that didn't work out. We still haven't done it on my kitchen counter," she said, taking my hand, "I miss you." "I miss you too. It's getting late. I told Roo I'd be back before eight so she could get to bed," I said. "Hmm. Sounds like you need to get back to tuck her in or something," she muttered. "Actually, we were just going to do a bit of catching up before she went to bed. Christ, don't act so jealous. She's my sister," I caught myself even believing me as I said it. "And I'm your girlfriend!" Silence filled the air after she spoke the words. "Norah," I started, moving in to touch her. "Don't," she said cooly, turning away. "I don't know what I said to get you this upset Norah," I whispered, moving in behind her. "You didn't say anything. I'm sorry I'm so moody. You don't know what I'm feeling now. I was looking forward to Roo coming this week. Now I'm just being a crabby bitch and ruining everything. I guess I just want to be the one you're catching up with. And yes, I'm jealous because she's with you and I'm here alone. Go be with Ruth. I'll be fine. I can be a big girl." She kissed me on the lips. "If you're going to be here early, you could bring me a coffee," she hinted with a smile. "Maybe I'll get here extra early and give you some cream to go with it," I said with a playful growl. "Hmm. Maybe tomorrow is the day I go in a little late?" she answered smiling. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I got back to the condo. It was silent and the lights were off. Roo had made up the couch for me with the old sheets. A bottle of Turning Leaf merlot was open on the table and clean glass was next to it. I got dressed in my flannel boxers for bed and left on my tee-shirt and figured I'd thank Ruth for laying things out. I called up the stairs, "Roo?" No answer. It was about eight-thirty. I quietly ascended the stairs and peeked in the bedroom. On the night stand was a bottle of melatonin and a wine glass with about a sip of merlot left still at the bottom. On the bedspread was a splayed-open copy of 'The Handmaid's Tale.' My sister lay on her side facing away from me above the covers. She had fallen asleep in an old grey tee-shirt. Her eyes were covered by her sleeping blindfold. She called it her 'princess mask.' Only her sheer black panties covered her rear. I saw a pattern of black roses and realized they were the matching pair to Norah's. "Crap!" I said to myself. Norah's panties and bra were still stuffed beneath my pillow. I knew I had to retrieve them before Roo found them, if only to spare myself Norah's questions about how they came to be there. I thought to myself about the likelihood of waking Ruth. I listened to her breathing. Very deep and long. Almost hypnotic. I looked at the nightstand. Melatonin and red wine. Not dangerous, but certainly sleep inducing. I thought about the fact that in college this girl had slept through not just one but three fire alarms at night. On one occasion there was actually a fire! I looked across the room at my blindfolded sister in the glow of the nightlight. A breeze blew through the window. I could see that her nipples were erect and proud in the mirrored door of the closet. A fitting punctuation to the perfect roundness beneath them. I lightly pressed down on the mattress so as not to disturb Ruth. She was laying opposite me facing away. I crept my hand beneath the pillow underneath her head and grabbed the lacy garments. I was about to pull my hand out when Ruth breathed deeply and rolled on her back, essentially pinning my arm beneath her. "Ruth, you awake?" I whispered. No answer. She was out cold. I lay next to her listening to her breathe and taking in her beauty. I looked at her plump lips and longed to kiss them. Her full breasts called out for me to touch them. The sheerness of her panties allowed me to see the faintest outline of her pussy. My cock was stiffening in my boxers. After what seemed like and eternity, I did something that surprised myself. I allowed my finger to trace the contour of her breast. At first just around the side, but then I got bolder cupping her entire breast in my hand. Ruth's breasts are bigger than Norah's at easily a 38-DD. She wasn't wearing a bra under the shirt and they felt soft yet firm. I wanted to suck on her nipples but knew that couldn't happen. I played with her nipple above the fabric of her shirt and she moaned through her breath. Her hand rose up to her breast and I moved my own away just in time. Watching my sister fondle her tits in her sleep was such a turn-on. My cock was raging at this point and it poked out of the opening. I grew a little bolder and let it touch her naked thigh. Her skin was so soft and smooth. Cool compared to the temperature of my swollen meat. I pressed it into her a little as she continued massaging her tits, now with both hands. The rhythm of her breath was quickening as well. "Like that Roo? You like how I touch you?" I whispered. There was no response except even heavier more pressured breathing. Taking even more liberty with my sleeping sister, I lay my hand on her flat belly and let it move slowly to her panties. I let my fingers move ever slowly down to between her legs and let my fingers rest lightly on her mound. Hanging Out With the Girls Ch. 03 I pressed ever so lightly and felt the folds of her womanhood through the sheerness of her black panties. She was wet and I could tell she would be soaked soon. I massaged her pussy with a bit more intensity and as her hips rose up to meet the ministrations of my hand. Her own hand reached down and placed itself over mine. My heart stopped. She couldn't be awake! She took my hand and brought it up a few inches and guided me into her panties. My own heartbeat skipped as my fingers felt my sisters soaked pussy for the first time in my life. Her own breathing was still heavy and deep but growing ever more intense as she gave into ecstasy. I stuck a finger into Ruth's pussy while I rubbed her clit. She seemed to like this and if she was awake, she showed no signs of letting me know. I ground my cock into her leg as I continued to finger-fuck her. I felt the walls of her pussy contract around me and her body became rigid. She had just come. Finally, I could control myself no longer and I grabbed my cock. I wanted to push aside her panties and fuck her mercilessly, but thought that might be pushing things. After all, Ruth could have been having a dream about someone else. I stroked it perhaps three times and let the silvery ribbons of my spunk land all over her panties and hand which lay across her belly. Absently, she smeared the gooey white mess all over her silky black panties and rolled over, allowing me the ability to quickly escape, taking my cousin's underwear with me. I went down to the couch, my mind totally blown. I barely slept that night. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ At five-thirty in the morning, I was awake and rock-hard from the events of the previous evening. I figured I would bring Norah some coffee and grab a pre-work quickie. When I arrived, Norah was more than willing and we made love for about forty-five minutes. All the time, I kept my eyes half-closed imagining she was my sister. While she was slamming her toned body on me, I very nearly called out Ruth's name. I took her from behind and fantasized that I was pounding into Ruth's pussy rather than Norah's. I pulled out and covered her with my jizz. Don't get me wrong. Norah was very hot and I felt myself very close to her. And there was something very titillating about fucking my cousin. But in my mind, having crossed the line with Norah, I was thinking that it would be doubly as exciting to do the same with Ruth, especially after last night. Lying on the bed as Norah shuffled around her bedroom getting ready for work, I spied the key in the closet door. I wondered if the key would unlock my own opposing closet door. Norah got into the shower and I rose from the bed to check it out. The key was one of those old keys from the 1930's. I pulled it out as the water from Norah's shower sprayed out. Norah was singing softly in contentment as I moved into her closet. I shuffled some of the clothes about and found the keyhole but no knob. The door itself was flat and it was possible that Norah wasn't aware of its existence. I felt around in the dark and inserted the key into the hole. I felt the lock spring back and light from my room entered the darkness of the closet. My bare feet struck a box which I recognized as the one containing the photos Norah was hiding from me. The ones of her and Ruth. I instinctively opened it up and thought better. I was vibrating with excitement at the thought of looking at the both of them together. I hurriedly pushed the box through the door and relocked it. I crept out of the closet just as Norah was finishing her shower. I put my clothes on and put the key in my pocket. Norah emerged from the bathroom fresh and beautiful, her hair still damp and smelling of strawberries. Her scent was intoxicating. She kissed me. "Bye baby," she sighed. "What's the sigh for?" I asked. "Nothing, I guess I just like you being here with me in the morning," she smiled and kissed me again. I said nothing as she grabbed her bags cheerfully. I walked her outside and she started her walk to school. I offered her a ride but she declined insisting the she liked the crisp air. I got in my truck and headed back home to load up. Time to move. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When I got back, Roo was up, drinking coffee on the couch. She was already showered and dressed in black jeans and a black tee-shirt which clung tightly to her enormous chest. I looked at my watch; it read just past nine. "How'd you sleep," I asked. "Good I guess. That melatonin sure knocked me out. Or maybe it was the wine. At any rate, I had the most disturbing dream," she said. "Really, what about?" I asked, playing dumb. "Well, it's odd. I can piece together some of it - but not all. Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real you could swear it actually happened?" "Well, like what kind of dream, Sis?" "That's the thing. I really don't know. I'm also not sure I feel comfortable talking about it with you - or at least a guy," she confessed. "Why not?" I pleaded, "Was it a sexy dream. Do girls even have wet dreams?" "Don't be a pig!" she cried, swatting me with a pillow. "So it was!" I cried victoriously, "What would your boyfriend say? Was it about him?" "No and he's not my boyfriend anymore!" she snapped, looking hurt. "Sorry Roo, I didn't know. What happened?" "It's nothing. And with all you've had going on, it seemed like a minor issue. Let's just say we weren't cut out for each other." "So is there someone new in the wings now that you're a single girl?" I asked. "No. I was never really into looking for someone. I should probably lose about fifteen pounds too. I'm getting a little fluffy," she said, "But it's funny. Last night's dream put ideas in my head that I hadn't thought about acting on even a little, but now it feels like I already did. As if I dreamed I robbed a bank, woke up and saw there was a million dollars in my account, and that I got away with it!" "Well for starters, you don't need to lose any weight. You're gorgeous. Any guy would be crazy to not be worshipping at your feet," I said, "But if you're not going to tell me your dream, I'm not going to be able to relate." "Well I can't," she said tersely, "We should get packed though. I'm only here for a few more days and I don't want to spend it all moving." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We spent the rest of the morning moving what little stuff I had into the new apartment. Mary had taken much of our joint belongings and we didn't have a lot to begin with. About three trips across town with the truck took care of all the smaller items and the bed and couch took two more. I was surprised by how quick the process took. Roo offered to take the truck and grab some subs while I organized stuff inside. I was grateful for the offer. While she was gone, I was able to get the bed upstairs and assemble it as well as well as set up a television and VCR. Once that was done it was a small matter to arrange the couch and coffee table downstairs. Except for a bunch of containers, I was nearly done. Ruth came back with subs and we sat down on the couch. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "You got a ton done while I was gone!" "Well, I don't have much. I'm going to need to get some furniture," I responded. "You should have no problem being all set up by tonight," she said. We finished our subs and began unpacking boxes. Ruth took care of the kitchen while I shuttled up and down the stairs with the bedroom things and other stuff. Ruth found a box of CD's and let the stirring tones of Miles Davis fill the air. I took a quick break and lay down on the couch listening to the music and watching the girl of my dreams organize my kitchen. Her outfit really showed off her curves. She had the type of body that seemed like it was constructed by a sixteen year old boy with a perpetual hard-on who was asked to draw the perfect female form. All curves, breasts and hips. Her dark hair gently grazed her shoulders as she bent over to get some cups from the bottom of the cardboard box. I allowed my eyes to look down her shirt, stealing a glimpse of her generous cleavage. I thought about being between her breasts and how heavenly it would feel. My mind went back to this morning with Norah and the effort it took to keep from calling out Ruth's name as we made love. Damn, I had it bad for my sister now and I felt my heart ache with longing as she broke down the empty box. "What's on you mind?" she asked, "You seem lost in thought." "I guess I know what you mean. About dreams that is. I've had dreams that just seemed so real that I woke up and swore they had to happen," I said. "Like what?" she said, listening intently. "Well, I guess the 'what' isn't as important. Because sometimes I can't remember. I guess the worst part is how disappointed you feel when you realize it didn't happen." At that moment, Ruth breathed in deeply. Something I said struck a chord inside her. "I used to hate fish - this just an example, so bear with me - but I had a dream where all I could eat was fish. Two days later, I went out with Norah for sushi and now I can't imagine never having eaten it. In fact I crave it," she said placing extra emphasis on the word 'crave,' "Maybe that's what the dreams like that are - ways of letting us indulge in our cravings." "So what do you think you're craving, Sis?" I asked mischievously. "Wouldn't you like to know!" she replied. And then she kissed me on the cheek and returned to the kitchen. At around four-thirty, we heard footsteps on the porch and Norah walked in through the screen door. "Hey guys! Wow! You've gotten this place nearly done! Anything left back at the old homestead?" she asked. "Nope," Ruth replied, navigating over empty boxes to greet Norah with a warm hug, "I guess someone here is really either very organized or has no possessions - or both." "I was thinking of ordering a pizza, any requests?" I asked. "Actually I can't stay. There's a town hall meeting about renovating the old school. Saint Mary's will buy the property if the town fixes it up to a certain ecological standard. Apparently there's a bunch of proposals that seem great but they can't get approved because there's a certain faction in the town that can't see the bigger picture," Norah said, clearly passionate about the issue, "The town's expanding, the school can barely handle the number of kids it has now. We were told to be there if we lived in town. Being so new, I'm not exactly in a position to flout the principal's wishes." "Maybe I could go with you. That's what I do all the time - argue with towns about the benefits of new technologies," Ruth added. "Well even just to have your support as one of our numbers would be something, thanks," she said and looked at me plaintively. "I can't go, I've got too much to do here," I admitted. "Well, okay. I guess that's a legitimate excuse. Ruth, we've got an hour to get ready. I'll take you out for drinks after." The next hour saw the girls fluttering about, getting ready for their meeting as I continued putting things away. At five-thirty they said good-bye and I was on my own. I cracked open a cold beer and headed upstairs to lie down. I still had no cable and Mary had taken the most of the movies and the good VCR. I'd have to get a Blockbuster membership with my own name on it. I turned on the radio to get some noise and my eyes hit the box I'd taken from Norah's closet. I opened it looking in wonder at the contents. On the top were they pictures Norah had hurriedly taken from me when I helped her move. Below that were more pictures, all expertly taken along with the negatives. Beneath that were some papers - releases from some production company and below that a magazine entitled "College Coeds." My heart beat faster as I examined my treasure. I flopped down on the bed and instinctively undid my jeans to allow for the growth of my cock. I flipped through the photos. Most of them were 8x10 glossies - crisp, well-lit, and supersaturated with color. Both Ruth and Norah were dressed in matching black lingerie and make-up. Their black hair was pulled back, giving them each an air of stern authority. The girls were posed in various staged of fondling and touching in the first fistful of photos. Their well-manicured hands touching each others soft curves. I sifted through the photos and found more. This time they were in a sixty-nine. The panties were off of Norah but Ruth's were around her ankles as Norah licked at her clearly wet and wanting snatch. I picked up the papers. It was a release signed by the girls and a receipt for two-thousand dollars. I then took the magazine. It was glossy and well made. The pages were thick and it seemed that Norah and Ruth were the only models featured. I read through the narrative, or what passed for one. The girls had been given pseudonyms, thankfully. Nicky and Rhonda - leaving intact only the first letters of each of their names. Apparently, they were still cousins. I read further and the story about Ruth and Norah in the basement was revealed. What I read next made my heart skip and took the breath out of me. In white bold text in the lower right corner of the photo spread read 'Nicky's" quote, "We used to spend our summer weekends in my parents basement enjoying each others bodies. We'd take our toy out and fantasize about each of us getting fucked by my cousin. The thing that made it so sexy for me was hearing Rhonda scream out her brother's name while I reamed her with my dildo." "Oh yeah, getting tongue-fucked by my cousin while thinking about my brother was the hottest thing I've ever experienced. One day I hope to get the both of them together in a threeway!" read Rhonda's quote. The appearance of 'Fred' the educational sex toy settled in my mind that the spread before me had at least a little basis in fact rather than being entirely fiction. However one couldn't discount the possibility that the text was spun from whole cloth as much as a 'Dear Penthouse' letter. The spread was sexy though. And looking at Ruth and Norah going at it with each other while they (presumably) fantasized about me gave my ability to keep from cumming little chance of success. I turned page after page of the magazine and as the images of Ruth and Norah imprinted themselves on my mind I felt myself tighten. I turned to the last page and the shot of Ruth looking through the page right into my eyes brought it all crashing home. I imagine myself inside her and felt my cock twitch in ecstasy as a hot blast of spunk landed on my shirt. I don't remember much else before I fell asleep but when I awoke it was dark outside. My watch read nine. The girls would be home soon and I was passed out on my bed in a pile of porn. Stolen porn. I quickly packed up the box as best I could. I opened the door to the closet and was surprised to see light from the other side of Norah's room. Her closet door was open. I could hear voices. I stopped to listen. It was more like whispering. "So soft. That feels so good. Touch me babe." I crept out of the closet slowly and as I backed out, I could see clearly Ruth and Norah in the reflection of the mirror on Norah's floor. Ruth was naked from the waist up, lying on her back as Norah kissed her and ran her hand between her legs. Norah still had her bra and panties on. Norah lowered her lips onto Ruth's oversize breasts taking a nipple into her mouth as her hand moved gently over Ruth's pussy. Ruth's breath was quickening as she pulled down Norah's panties. Norah positioned herself over Ruth's face in a sixty-nine and they started eating out each other's pussies. I watched in amazement as Norah spread herself open and ground her cunt onto my sister's face. Ruth was clearly in heaven as she thrust her own sopping crotch upward to meet the pleasure of Norah's tongue. "Oh God Ruth! That's so good!" "Damn, you're so wet. I've been wanting you all week!" "Ooooh, that feels good. You're a dirty girl," Norah moaned. I could see Ruth's tongue darting up to probe her ass. Norah sat up and undid her bra. Her stately globes fell gracefully and she let her hands massage her tits as she moved herself rhythmically over my sister's face. "That's it babe! Lick my ass!" Norah commanded as her own pace increased. I could smell the sexy musky scent of pussy fill the room as Ruth's tongue-worship brought Norah to a toe-curling climax. From my view just outside the closet, I saw Norah's hand reach out of the frame of the mirror. While Norah was recovering from cumming, Ruth was still moaning. Norah had in her hand a different dildo than we had used when we first made love. Ruth spread her legs wider as she fondled her own creamy round breasts. Her nipples were engorged to the point where they were practically distended and when she pinched them she gasped. Norah took the toy and inserted it into my sister's pussy. She lowered her head and lapped at her clit while she expertly drove the toy into her. Slowly at first, then faster until Ruth's legs wrapped around Norah's head, trapping her. "Oh God! I'm gonna cum!" she rasped. Her breath was heavy and she was clearly losing control in the throes of passion. "Baby! Make me cum! Fill me with that cock! Make me yours! Oh Honey!" she shouted as she forced Norah's face deeper into her wanton snatch. Then she looked in the mirror. I'm not sure if she saw my reflection through the gap in the closet doors but our eyes seemed to meet. She called out my name as she let herself cum. I think Norah's ears were covered by Ruth's quivering legs. Upon release Norah slinked up to Ruth and they kissed lovingly. I quietly closed the door and left them to their privacy. I lay down on my mattress and grabbed my pillow. I desperately wanted Ruth next to me. Instead the pillow would have to do. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I slept soundly until the sounds of traffic woke me up. I went for a quick run and showered. The morning saw Norah getting ready for work as Ruth tried to sneak in without being seen. "I stayed with Norah last night. Didn't want to wake you," she said almost guiltily. "How'd the meeting go?" I asked. "Good. Really good. I guess the town's willing to explore some renewable energy sources. Which they get all kinds of tax credits and rebates for. In fact, they want to hire my company as a consultant. Which means I may get to stay longer than just the next few days!" "That's great, Sis!" I exclaimed, "How was dinner?" "We went to the Loaf and Ladle for dinner. It was okay. We were going to go for drinks after but we decided just to split a bottle of wine at Norah's. I must have fallen asleep on her couch," she said, clearly trying to believe it herself. "How were your dreams?" I questioned knowingly. "I tried to make the last one reappear, but you know how it is. Never quite the same. I'm going to grab a shower." She headed for the bathroom, quickly grabbing her robe from her bag. I heard the water splash down and I was left alone with my thoughts about my sister's fantastic body. I went upstairs and lay on the bed. Not long after, I heard Ruth's bare feet creep up the stairs. She turned to the small room to get dressed but stopped when she saw me on the bed. "Bedtime already?" she asked, entering. "What's this?" she asked as she reached down under the bed. Her eyes showed mock amazement, "Is my brother reading porn?" she asked in mock horror as she picked up the magazine. Shit! It must have dropped when I packed everything up. The mock horror turned to real horror when she realized what porn it was. "Oh my god! Where did you get this? You should never have seen this!" she said, trying to keep herself together. Her body was shaking and a reached around her pulling her into me. Hanging Out With the Girls Ch. 03 "It's okay, Honey." I soothed. "No it's not! Now that you've seen that, I feel like my most private thoughts are ripped out!" "Why?" I asked, "I love you Roo. No pictures are going to change that." "Tell me this. Did you...y'know touch yourself when you looked at them?" she asked shyly. "Yes. You and Norah are the sexiest women I've ever known. I didn't realize how much I thought that until seeing these." Ruth sat down on the bed. She was still crying and shaking a bit. I didn't have the words to calm her. There was too much to say - or maybe nothing. I just held her. I stroked her sides through her robe. I whispered how much I loved her into her ear. Her hands responded by caressing my back. The air was growing vibrant with tension. I kissed her cheek and her hand rose up and turned my head to kiss her lips. Her lips were full and plump. Soft as a rose petal and as I kissed her I felt peace. As if on cue, we both lay down on the bed and let our mouths explore each other's. "So now that you've read it in the magazine, I guess you know how I felt," she said. "I guess it's for the best though. You would have never told me yourself," I answered, "If you want to know the truth, I was thinking about you the other day. Remember when I used to rub oil on your back when you were tanning. I was wondering what would have happened if I let my hands stroke the side of your breasts." "Mmmm," she sighed, "I used to dream about it. Our oiled bodies entwined together. Making love after school. I used to fantasize about us being a couple in school. Maybe going to Prom together. I've loved you for so long and not just like a brother. I cried for weeks when you and Mary got engaged. It was so hard to see you together." I kissed her again, deeper. I unfastened the sash of her robe. She was wearing flesh colored panties and no bra. Her magnificent tits were as glorious as last night when she was making love to Norah, only this time they were in my hands. I took her nipple in my mouth and she moaned in approval as she lifted up my tee-shirt. I released her only long enough to remove my shirt and descended upon her other nipple. They were large and swollen with excitement. Her areolas were about the size of cookies and I devoured them just as eagerly. "Oh God. This is like a dream come true," she muttered. "Like the one the other night?" I asked. "Better, Honey," she said, unable to conceal her wide smile, "Because it's real." My hands caressed her womanly hips. her legs were soft and shaved. I kissed her harder as the bulge in my pants rubbed against her thigh. Her hand unsnapped my pants and pulled down my boxers exposing my turgid meat. It flopped into her hand and she kissed my ear while whispering, "I can't wait to feel your cock inside my mouth." My fingers massaged between her legs and I could feel the dampness of her pussy though the flimsy fabric. "Mmmm, Sis. You're so wet. I can't wait to taste you." Ruth sat up. She let the robe fall to the mattress and she pulled down her panties and kicked them off across the room. She tucked her legs beneath her and lowered her head down, taking the tip of the shaft into her eager mouth. Her soft lips and tongue felt like a hot, wet cyclone of pleasure around my meat. She was having difficulty with the length of me. "Hang on," she said, "Get off the bed." She lay down crosswise on her back, allowing her head to dangle off the side of the mattress. "Go easy on me. I had no idea my brother was hung like a horse," she chided. 'Would it have made a difference?" I asked. "Let's just say, you probably wouldn't have got much lotion on me before I let you fuck me," she winked. I kicked of my pants and boxers and guided my thick cock into her mouth slowly, letting her take me into her pouty full lips. I pushed in a bit further and started to pull out when I heard the beginning of a gag. She grabbed my rear, though, and held me fast. I pushed myself deeper into her and slowly let myself move in and out of her face. Seeing my sister deep throat me like that was making me dizzy with lust. I leaned forward and could smell her wet pussy beckoning me. I lowered my face between her legs and tasted for the first time the ambrosia of my sister's cunt. I drank her juices like a thirsty castaway. I ate her box as she struggled with my length. I tongued her asshole like she did to Norah last night. And like last night, her legs trapped me like a vice. I felt her tight toned muscles tense as she rocked and moaned beneath me. I continued lapping at her pussy, circling her swollen clit with my tongue. It didn't take long before her hips rose up from the bed and her smooth muscular thighs released me. She was climaxing beneath me. Her legs kicked against the sheets while her nails dug into my thighs. I held off my own orgasm and pulled out of her mouth. I pulled her down closer towards me and put my dick between her tits. She knew what to do and pushed the sweaty slick orbs around my meat as I pumped between them. If tit-fucking Norah was pure pleasure, tit-fucking Ruth was divine. She created a vice-like grip around my cock. Her face was between my legs and she licked at my balls while I thrust myself between the soft globes. She playfully tongued my asshole and I found I no longer had control. I felt blinded and ready to black out when the orgasm tore through me. Shot after shot blasted out of me and onto her belly. She felt the heat of my jizz and scooted around to be fully on the bed. "Cum on my tits," she entreated as I continued to unload onto her perfect skin. "Oh give it to me," she moaned as she rubbed the sticky mess all over her breasts and belly. My sister's face was glistening with saliva and pre-cum as was the full ten-inch length of my cock. I kissed her again. "I can taste myself on you," she said licking her lips and smiling. I lowered her to the pillows and positioned myself above her. Her shaved pussy was glistening and swollen with want. I could sense we both wanted the same thing but I couldn't be sure. "I want you sis," I said nervously, "Do you want me the same?" "Yes, but I'm scared," she whispered. I put my head to her chest and could feel her heart racing a mile a minute, "There's really no going back." I knew exactly what she meant only too well. "Do you have a condom?" she asked. "No, I'm sorry. Do you want to wait?" I offered. "God no! Just don't cum inside me," she begged. "I promise," I said. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance. "I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for this moment, I love you." "I love you too, sis," I answered. I slid myself inside her slowly, letting her get used to the length and girth of my dick. Finally I pushed myself in all the way. Her pussy was like hot velvet. Tight and inviting. Perhaps it was genetics, but it felt like were were made to be together. We kissed tenderly as our bodies established a rhythm. She looked up at me and I kissed her forehead tasting the slightly salty sweat across her brow. "Ooh. You fuck me so good with that big cock. It's so big and hard. Fuck your sister with that big hard dick!" she implored. I pumped in and out of her faster and faster as she kept up her own rhythm beneath me. "You like your big brother's cock inside you?" I said blindly. My senses were in overload from the disbelief I felt. Maybe it was suddenness of it all. Of realizing I was so attracted and in love with my sister, but also the newness of Ruth's perfect body. As I pounded in and out of her pussy, her tits moved with every thrust. She held her boobs in her arms in an effort to control them and they seemed even bigger. "I'm close Baby! Suck on my tits!" she cried. As I obeyed her command and took the creamy flesh in my mouth. I flicked her nipple with my tongue playfully and she moaned loudly. "Yes! That's it! Suck your sister's titties. Make your little sister cum with that big cock. Make me cum! I'm so close." I reached between us and let my hand move between her legs to massage her clit. As I did this, her body exploded beneath me. "Oh Yes!" she screamed as her body tightened in ecstasy, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Her slick, sweaty, cum-covered body slowed almost instantly. She was catching her breath and she wiped the sticky sweat from her forehead. Her hair, which earlier had been blown-dry, was now as wet as if she had just showered. "I'm not done with you yet," I said as I pulled my massive tool from her tight hole and lay on the bed, "I want you to ride me." She complied willingly. She positioned herself over my rod and spread her pussy lips open to take me in. Her massive tits were right in my face and as she quickened the pace of her fucking they were slapping me in the face playfully. "All yours honey. I can tell you like them. From now on these big titties are all yours honey! That's it! Suck on your sister's big tits! Make me cum again! Bite my nipples!" I nipped gently at her swollen nipples. "Harder! That's it! I'm gonna cum again. I'm so close!" she wailed. I grabbed her head in my arms and kissed her. "Mmmmm, lover. I can still taste my cunt juice on your lips. Did you like how I taste? I hope you do baby! Fuck me!" I could feel my own climax building and I had to interrupt. "Ruth, slow down. I'm gonna cum!" I begged. Rather than slow down she increased the intensity of her motions, grinding her puss on to my cock hard. "I don't care. I'm ready to cum. Let's cum together, " she whispered. She lowered her body onto mine fully and as her sweat-covered tits met my own dripping chest, it was like an electric force flowed though us. "Yeah, that's it," she continued whispering to me as her pussy ground into me harder, "You know you want to. Cum inside me, baby. Cum inside your sister's pussy. I want to feel you spray your load inside me. I'm cumming honey. Quick! Fill me with your seed..." At that moment, her cunt tightened around me and her body stretched as she claimed her prize. I shot blast after blast deep inside her. My nails sunk deep into her hips as she flailed on top of me. "Oh fuck! I'm still cumming!" she cried as she squeezed her big tits, "I can feel you cumming too!" My own load was still erupting inside her as she collapsed on top of me. "That was so good," I said kissing her. "I can't believe we did that," she answered. "I know. That probably wasn't too safe," I said, thinking about the copious volume of cum that shot out of me. "I've never let a guy do that before," she said, taking my hand "Cum inside you?" I asked, "Did you like it?" "It felt incredible. I felt so close to you. Like that's how it's supposed to be," she curled into me and I dragged the blanket over us. It was eleven now. We napped for an hour and made love once more. Once more I came inside my sister. "It's like a dream come true," she whispered.