2 comments/ 72676 views/ 3 favorites I Know You Want Me Ch. 02 By: Bhob It was autumn and roughly thirty years ago. My Aunt Trisha had come to live with me and we had found each other after secretly wanting to since early childhood. For any who are interested, you may read the original story of how this came about. The short version is that we were both eighteen years old, Trisha being only two months younger than me, and we were living in my first home. The night that we discovered we both wanted the same thing was one I’ll never forget. Other similar nights followed, but I want to tell about one that was different. Near the end of September my sister wanted to go to her high school’s open house night. Around here, open house meant that there would be displays in the hallways with a teacher at each one representing the different departments. The books used for each grade level, the curriculum and special projects planned would all be there for parents to examine and ask about. There would also be some teachers in the classrooms to speak with parents who had concerns about their children. The teachers traded duties at intervals so none had to spend the whole evening either at a table or in a classroom. My parents couldn’t go, so Vicki, my sister, asked me to take her instead. She wanted to meet up with her friends and hang out, which meant that she really just wanted a ride. I agreed to take her, even though I knew I wouldn’t see her there until she was ready to go home again. But, this had been my school, and Trisha’s, the year before and we thought it might be fun to see some of the people we had spent so much time around for the four years previous, especially since they were no longer in a position of power over us. The night arrived and we got to the school at about 7:00 p.m. As expected, Vicki soon found her friends and they were off to do whatever it is they do. Aunt Trisha and I walked the halls, which seemed to be so much smaller than they had been only a few months before, looking for familiar faces. We found several of our teachers were still there, of course, and we stopped to talk to some while avoiding others. We usually had to wait for parents to leave before we could visit with a favorite teacher. We had seen three or four by the time we came to the gym, where we found a small crowd of people gathered around the gym teachers. We could tell that it would be a while before we got to talk to anyone here. Trisha said, “Come in here with me,” pointing to the door of the girls’ locker/shower room. Well, I looked around and, not seeing anyone looking our way, we both ducked inside. Then she said, “I’ve always wanted to do this in here,” as she reached for my zipper. I didn’t object, so she slowly pulled it down and reached inside. Her hand was cool on my limp dick, but they both heated up quickly. Her fingers were soft, rubbing my cock and balls, and it felt good. I began to harden immediately, so she grasped me firmly and began to pump within the confines of my pants. Soon there wasn’t enough room inside and she pulled it out, unfastening my belt with her other hand. When she popped the button my pants fell down around my ankles. I don’t wear underwear, not since I was fourteen, so now I was standing there pretty much naked from the waist down. Aunt Trisha kept stroking me, looking up into my eyes, and reached around to grab my ass and rub it too. I reached up to grab one of her big, soft tits and she said, “No. I do everything here. If you want to do something, you have to pick your own place.” I said, “OK, I’ll do that,” and gave myself over to watching and feeling the sensations of what was being done to me. This was not at all a problem. What she was doing to me was great and Trisha was, and still is, very easy on the eyes. She was about five-foot-four and very curvy. She has blue eyes and long, brown hair, the kind of brown that comes from being born blonde. It has kind of a glow to it in the right light. She has the kind of lips that women today pay for, full plump lips that seem to be made for what I hoped she was about to do. Her face had the kind of smooth, flawless beauty that doesn’t require makeup, but she liked to use it anyway. She would use pale blues around her eyes and something that would sparkle on the rest of her face. I know it sounds flashy, but it wasn’t, it was very subtle. If you weren’t looking directly at her you wouldn’t notice it at all. Her frame was small, and she was neither skinny nor plump, but that place in between that causes all of a man’s feelings to go straight to his crotch. They weren’t openly on display, but she had very large breasts, a d-cup, and they had smooth, pale skin without a blemish. Even with skin like that I never saw a sign of a vein beneath it. The areolas were big and pink, fading outward from the center until the color blended into the rest of her skin. The nipples, when she was excited, would stand out almost as big as the end of my pinky. They were firm and round and heavy. I wouldn’t call it sag, but they were so full that the bottoms would lay on her upper ribcage, so she seldom went without a bra even though that was popular at the time. Often you could still see her nipples poke out there, bra or no bra. There was just enough meat on her that you couldn’t see her ribs unless she was stretching and her waist, while slim, seemed even more so because of the rack she carried up above. Her ass was firm and round and had that side-to-side bounce that made you think it was winking at you when she was walking away. Her legs were round and smooth and firm; not very long, but gorgeous all the same. When they were wrapped around me it was like heaven. When she dressed plain she was enough to stop traffic, but tonight she had worn a red sleeveless sweater with a deep-cut neckline and a short, black skirt with pleats. If she turned quickly enough it would fan out and you could see a flash of black panties underneath, just above the tops of her thigh-high stockings. A lacy black bra and a pair of open-toed black shoes completed the picture. I had already noticed the way men’s eyes followed her wherever she went and tonight was no exception. Teachers, parents, it didn’t matter; they all looked at her with hunger in their eyes. Little did they know that I was standing in the girls’ locker room, half-naked, with her lovely hand stroking my cock while they were, some of them, standing less than twenty feet away on the other side of the door. The thought that someone could easily walk through that door at any minute made the whole thing that much more exciting. While I was reflecting on this and savoring her with my eyes, since my hands could not, she had pressed her body up against me and was rubbing herself up and down in time to the motions of her hand on my hard, throbbing shaft. I could feel her tits pressed against me with her nipples scribing lines from just below my own down to about my belly button. She had one stocking-clad leg wrapped around one of mine and a firm grip on my left ass cheek. All the while she hadn’t stopped looking into my eyes. She said, “Why don’t you take this off?” and glanced downward to indicate my shirt. I did as she suggested and she began to lick my chest, untangling her leg from mine while she worked lower, licking and kissing each newly revealed patch of skin as the buttons were undone. When it was fully open and I stretched to pull it off my arms she sucked on my nipples, still squeezing and pulling on my cock, which was by now hard and red with the veins standing out and the head full and purple. She pushed me back a little and I felt the backs of my legs touch a bench. She kept pushing me gently, so I sat down and she followed. She rested her knees on my discarded shirt as she settled between my legs and said, “Think of all the pussies that have sat where your balls are right now while I suck you off.” Then she started licking me, first the head, then the bottom side of my shaft, then down to my balls and back up again. She didn’t stop or move on until I was completely covered and I could feel her saliva running down to the crack of my ass. She grinned up at me and then wrapped her full lips around my head and softly sucked. It felt so good that I reached out to place my hands on her head and she reached up with one hand to wave me away. She sucked me in a little, then pushed me back out with her tongue pressed against the top of my cockhead and sucked me in again, over and over, each time taking a little more of my meat inside her hot, wet mouth. Each time she would come back to the head she would swirl her tongue around it and I could feel it moving back and forth against my shaft as she slid her mouth down. While she was doing this she had one hand rubbing and squeezing my balls, still wet from her earlier attentions. Her other hand she kept on my cock while she sucked, until she reached it with her lips. Then she kept her grip with just her thumb and finger making a ring around the base and the rest of her hand flattened out against my belly. The effect was like a cock ring, holding the blood within my member and causing it to swell even more. I felt a great pressure within it and I could see the veins along the shaft bulging out and pulsing whenever she drew her mouth out toward the head, just before it plunged back in and sank towards her throat. I finally felt a place where there was some resistance each time her head came down, but she didn’t give up. After a few more tries I felt the resistance give way and the head of my cock popped into her throat where she held it for a moment and swallowed, or tried to anyway. Upon withdrawing she immediately plunged again, taking a deep breath in through her nose at the top of the stroke. Her nostrils flared and her face was flushed with her exertions. When she went down again she went all the way down until her face was pressed tightly against my lower belly. I felt her swallowing again and I felt her tongue pushing to the very bottom of my shaft, down where it’s hidden by my ball sack. It was enough, it was too much. I started to cum and I could feel the large vein underneath pulsing against her tongue as she gulped it down. I felt my body jerk and I had a death grip on the bench I was sitting on. She came up gasping for air before I was finished and a shot of cum hit her on the cheek before she took just the head back into her mouth and sucked me dry. When she stood up she took my hand and brought it to her face. She used it to scoop off that shot of cum that was running down her cheek. I didn’t know what she wanted me to do with it until she raised her skirt, and then I caught on, almost. I reached out and she spread her legs so I could reach her pussy. I tried to push her silky panties aside, but she said. “No, on the outside.” So I wiped my cum-covered fingers on her panties and began to rub it into her already wet snatch. I was trying to really get into it, but she pushed my hand away and reminded me that I had to find my own place to do any more. With that I got dressed while she peeped out the door. When we had a clear shot we scooted out and left the gym. As we walked along the hallway she leaned in to whisper, “I feel so wicked, walking among these people and knowing what we just did. None of them know that I’ve got your cum in my belly and soaking my panties. I almost want to tell them, just to see their faces.” I was at a loss as to where to go just then, so we resumed our visits. The second place we went was to Mrs. Dooley’s algebra class. Mrs. Dooley was one of those teachers who didn’t like having her desk at the front of the room, next to the door. She didn’t care for all the people in the hall looking in at her while she was trying to teach a class. And they did look in at her, a lot, until she moved her desk to the back of the room. Mrs. Dooley was a young teacher, just out of college when Aunt Trisha and I had her class. She was a redhead and very petite. She wore mostly clothes that looked good on her. They showed her to be a young, well-built woman. Her blouses were usually solid-colored cotton or similar fabrics with buttons down the front. Sometimes they were just the right mix of color and thickness to let her bra show through. Her skirts were cut a few inches above the knee and were often a little tight. I never saw her with bare legs, always stockings. Her hair was cut so it fell down her back and just covered her shoulder blades, say about even with her bra line. Some might say that her nose was just the tiniest bit too long for her face, but I wouldn’t. When I was fifteen I was completely enamored of her and saw no flaws at all. She had very fair skin and a few light freckles on her face. She had a habit of sitting on her desk sometimes during classroom discussions and, when she did, her skirt would ride a little higher and show off her legs even more. I guess it was those legs that first really grabbed my attention. About the middle of the second week that I was in her class I saw her do that for the first time. She was standing facing us and leaned back so her butt was against the edge of the desk. Then she put one hand on the desk and gave a little hop backwards. As she came to rest I saw that the hem of her skirt had pulled up to about mid-thigh and I was mesmerized. So, that day I told her that I had a hard time seeing the things written on the chalkboard. She moved me to the front row, center aisle, and I was deliriously happy with the arrangement. Many days I don’t think I heard a word she said, but I believe I can give an accurate description of every move she made. In fact, she once complimented me on being so attentive in her class. Little did she know… Oh, the fantasies I would weave while being so attentive. It was me, standing between her drop-dead legs and fucking her while she sat on that desk with her skirt hiked up around her waist, teaching the rest of the class. Or I’d step up behind her at the chalkboard, pull her panties to her knees and shove my cock up her juicy cunt from behind, pressing her face against the symbols she had just written there. Or I’d be sitting under her desk, lapping at her dripping pussy while she tried to keep a straight face and not let on to the other students. Yes, I very much enjoyed algebra. If I didn’t have a natural talent for mathematics I guess I would have failed that class. Come to think of it, that might not have been the worst thing that could have happened. Well, we were there, just getting to talk with her when another teacher poked her head in the door to tell Mrs. Dooley that it was her turn out in the hall. Mrs. Dooley told us that we could come back or just wait for her, since she had to be out there for about twenty minutes or so. I gave Aunt Trisha a questioning look and told Mrs. Dooley that we would wait for her. I watched her sweet ass wiggle as she walked towards the door and, as her trailing leg disappeared through the doorway I got my idea. I turned to Trisha and said, “Here. It has to be here!” Then I went and closed the door and turned off the light. There was enough light coming in from the hall and through the windows from the parking lot to see what we were about, but to anyone passing by it would appear to be a dark, empty classroom and they would most likely just walk on by. When I got back to Trisha she asked, “What are we going to do?” I said, “I’m going to fuck you right here on this desk. I know it’ll have to be a quickie, but I’ll make it up to you when we get home.” With that I reached up under her skirt and grabbed the front of her panties. I gave a yank and they split at the seams, coming away from her body. She said, “Ouch, that hurt.” I told her, “I’m sorry, but that’s always been part of the fantasy.” And I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the desk. I flipped her skirt up to reveal her quim and got down on my knees to lick her. In no time at all, she was wet with my tongue lashing and her own juices and I was hard, so I stood up, dropping my pants around my ankles for the second time that night, and placed my cock head at the entrance to her cunt. She lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around me as I began to push into her, then she leaned back and grabbed the back edge of the desk to brace herself. When she did I raised her sweater up above her tits and grabbed her bra between them. She looked at me and I saw her grit her teeth, then I yanked again and the fasteners in the back gave way. This wasn’t right according to my fantasy. In it, the bra broke in the front and fell away to each side, but the truth turns out to be that a bra is a lot stronger at the front, so I just had to deal with it. Now that it was loose, I pushed it up with her sweater and watched those wonderful melons bounce while I fucked her on Mrs. Dooley’s desk. I had a hold of her hips as I pounded in and out of her and the desk was shaking quite a bit. Luckily, it had been mostly cleared for tonight’s event, so there wasn’t much we could disturb. I couldn’t see the clock because it was in what would normally be the front of the room, so I asked Trisha, “How much time do we have?” She said, “I think about ten more minutes.” I knew I’d never manage to cum that fast without some further stimulation. I said, “You don’t know what a thrill it is to fuck you here. I had so many fantasies in this room.” I was hoping that talking about them might give me a little push. Trisha picked up on it and replied, “Oh, I think I do. Remember, I sat in here with you. I saw the way you looked at her back then. I saw the way you looked at her tonight, trying to sneak a peek up her skirt, with your cum still wet on my panties. How about this? Pretend that it’s her you’re fucking right now. Can you see it? Your prick is running in and out of her red-haired pussy.” I said, “Yes, Aunt Trisha, that’s it. Tell me more.” She continued with, “All the people you went to school with are sitting dumbstruck, at the desks behind you. Each of the guys is wishing it was him up here fucking her, instead of you. And each girl is wishing it was her that you’re throwing the meat to. Many of them are sitting there with their hands rubbing their crotches while they watch you. A couple of the girls have pulled their panties aside and are working their fingers in and out of their pussies. One of the guys has his cock in his hand and he’s furiously pumping.” I moved my hands up to Trisha’s waist and asked, “What about Mrs. Dooley? Tell me about her.” Trisha leaned up and put her arms around my neck. Then she said, “Mrs. Dooley is holding onto you very tightly. Her lips are next to ear and she’s saying, ‘Oh, fuck me, fuck me. You were always my favorite student. I was so hot for you. Why do you think I wore these short skirts? Why do you think I sat up here where you could look up them? Oh, why didn’t you fuck me every day when you were in my class? I could see your cock standing up for me. It looked so inviting, so hard, so young and strong. It was all I could do not to get on my knees in front of you and pull it out right there in front of everyone. So many times I wished that you would come up here and take me, like you’re taking me now.’” Well, she kept it up, feeding my old fantasies as if she had read my mind. In just a little while I felt my balls lurch and I sprayed the inside of Aunt Trisha’s cunt while visions of Mrs. Dooley flashed through my head. I leaned forward and said, “Thanks, Trisha. You’ve made me very happy.” She said, “You don’t have to thank me, we’re family. But you do have to fuck me right when we get home.” I could hear the click-click of heels coming up the hall, so I told Trisha to go turn on the light while I put my clothes in order. She pulled her sweater down and wiggled to adjust her broken bra as she raced to the other end of the room. I was just tucking in as Mrs. Dooley entered and said that she was sorry, but she had to leave. She invited us to come and visit one day during school hours so we could talk. She said that she has last period free most days if we could manage it. We said our goodbyes and left. We located Vicki and took her home. She rattled on about the doings of all her seventeen-year-old friends as we drove. As I let her out of the car I couldn’t help but notice that she was quite a dish herself. Maybe in a year or two… I Know You Want Me Ch. 03 A few weeks after our high school adventure Aunt Trisha and I were invited to a party. At least Trisha was, and she invited me to escort her. The invitation had come from her cousin, Billie, one of her father’s nieces. That meant that Billie was some kind of cousin to me as well, even though Trisha’s father was not really my grandfather. He was my grandmother’s second husband. It was a Halloween party and the invitation said that costumes were encouraged, but optional. We both thought it would be fun to go dressed and spent some time discussing who or what we would be. We discarded such things as Popeye and Olive Oil because, with Trisha’s obvious endowments, she could never pull it off. Likewise for Little Orphan Annie and Daddy Warbucks from the Sunday Comics, but that did lead to our final choice. We decided on Daisy Mae and Li’l Abner. Now, we didn’t really fit that image either, but we came close enough. I’m fairly tall and good-looking (if I can say that without sounding overly vain) with dark hair, and Trisha sure fit her costume even if her hair wasn’t really blonde anymore. I’m sure that some of you are young enough that you never saw these characters in print. If you’re interested, there must be someplace on the internet where you can find them. For now, Abner and Daisy Mae were hillbillies. Their clothes were in tatters and Daisy’s were very brief. She was blonde with big tits and a fine ass. Most often she showed lots of leg and cleavage and wore no shoes. Li’l Abner had holey pants, a tight fitting shirt and the kind of shoes that we used to call clod-hoppers. He was tall and muscular with black hair. I’ve never been terribly muscular, but I knew that Trisha would be recognized for who she was supposed to be and that people would then be able to figure out who I was. We spent the most time getting her right. We took her tightest fitting jeans and cut the legs off. Today you would call them “Daisy Dukes”, but our Daisy Mae came first. Next we found her a polka dot, button-down blouse and, instead of buttoning it, we tied a knot with the two sides so it was pulled tight, right up under her tits. A little red lipstick and her costume was complete. Mine was easy too. A pair of jeans, a red polo shirt two sizes too small and a pair of old work boots was all I needed. We both wore our costumes for a couple of days to be sure we could be comfortable in them and to try to get into the characters. During that time we discovered that Trisha’s blouse showed too much of her bra, so she decided to leave the bra off for the party. The day we went I found that she had made some other changes as well. She had sat on the bed and noted her reflection in the mirror on our bedroom wall. Her panties clearly showed past her cut-offs, so she took them off too. Also, she dyed her hair blonde for the part. I don’t know what women did back then to make themselves blondes, but it worked. She almost had the hair that I remembered her having when we were growing up together; bright as sunshine and long and curly. To me she looked like she had just stepped off that comics page and come to life, except that the Daisy Mae in the comics never had her nipples poking out like Aunt Trisha’s did. When I saw the final version I thought I was going to cum in my pants. All that flesh on display, and knowing that there was nothing but Trisha beneath what little clothing I could see got me hard as a rock. I wanted to throw her down and fuck her good before we left, but she wouldn’t let me. Even when I backed her up against the wall and rubbed my throbbing cock against her puss she held her ground. The best that I could do was to get her to give me a blow job. That wasn’t what I wanted, but Trisha sucks cock very well and I had no real complaints. She squatted down with her knees spread wide and pulled my zipper down. She reached inside, pulled my cock out and planted her full, red lips around it. I watched as she did this and looked her over good. I could see great mounds of flesh trying to bust out of her blouse and her nipples were so hard it looked like they might poke holes through the front. I also saw some of her pussy hairs standing out past her cut-offs. I pushed my fingers into her shiny, blonde locks and held her head as she began to suck me in and out of her mouth, taking me a little deeper each time and rubbing her tongue back and forth as she did so. When I’m fucking I can go a long time, but a good cock-sucking will pull the cum out of me in short order, and Aunt Trisha was sooo good at this. In no time at all she had me on the edge. I took a firm grip on her head and began to fuck her face in earnest. When I did she started sucking really hard and pressed her tongue against the underside of my throbbing manhood. She held onto my legs to keep her balance and I could hear her puffing air through her nose in short, quick bursts as I fucked her sweet mouth. I remember noticing that her lipstick had smeared all along my shaft and, for some reason, this set me off and I started pumping jet after jet of cum into her mouth and down her throat. I could feel and hear her swallowing in time to my thrusts, her lips still tight around my shaft and her tongue still putting pressure against the underside of my spewing dick. When I finished squirting I just stood and held her face up against my belly and enjoyed the feeling of her tongue laving my rapidly deflating cock. That’s the best, isn’t it guys? At that moment, just after you’ve cum, your cock is so sensitive that you can barely stand to have a warm, wet tongue caress it, but if you can stand to let it happen it’s the best feeling in the world. My hips kept jerking back involuntarily, but I fought against the reflex and held her face right up against me while she did this. After the best of this passed I let her stand up and I hugged her close and kissed her, then I thanked her and she said, “Well, you’re welcome, but you owe me, and don’t think I won’t collect.” After Aunt Trisha fixed her makeup we got in the car and headed out. We had to drive almost a hundred miles, some of it on twisting country roads, so it was going to take a good two hours to get there. The night Trisha had called Billie to tell her she would be there she had made sure it was OK to bring a date and she made arrangements for us to stay for the weekend. Knowing that, I wasn’t too concerned with the long drive until I saw that Trisha wasn’t going to make it easy for me. She sat with her back against the door, facing me with her left leg pulled up under her and her bare right foot planted on the floor. Whenever I would look over at her she would do something to tease me. She would run a finger up the inside of her thigh to her pussy, she would squeeze her tits or pinch her nipples, once she even pulled her left tit out of her blouse and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Needless to say, in less than twenty minutes she had me raging hard again, but every time I tried to reach for her she just slapped my hand away and laughed at me. When I looked at her again she had pulled her cut-offs to one side and was slowly pushing her middle finger in and out of her pussy. I countered by unzipping my jeans and pulling my swollen cock out where she could see it, hoping that this would either make her stop or step up the action. Now and then I’d give myself a squeeze and watch her reaction to its angry, purple head. By the time I had droplets of pre-cum oozing out of it she had left off her teasing and was actively working to get herself off. She had both hands at her pussy now; one still pumping in and out and the other rubbing her swollen clit. Her ass was in motion to match her efforts and her moans threatened to overpower the sounds coming from the radio. Seeing that she was too engrossed in what she was doing to mind me anymore, I reached over and pinched her nipple. When I started twisting and pulling on it she went off. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth on one side, closed her eyes and pushed a second finger into her heaving, cum-drenched little cunt. She started to squeal and raised her ass up off the seat, still pounding her pussy with her fingers and saying, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” which gradually became just, “Oh Oh Ohh Ohhhh …..” When she calmed a bit and her hands left her pussy I took her left hand and, leaning over a little, a sucked her fingers into my mouth, one by one, and sucked her woman-cum from them. In the meantime, my cock was still standing tall and craving attention; throbbing now for lack of it. When she opened her eyes and saw it there, glistening and raw, she said, “I wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself the first time you meet your cousin. I guess I’d better take care of this.” Then she put her left arm around my neck and her right hand around my cock and started stroking it. She was going slow and easy, with a firm grip on my rod and she had her tits pressed up against my arm. While she did this she was talking to me as we drove along. She said, “Billie is going to put us up in the spare bedroom, next to hers. Don’t get too drunk tonight because I want you to fuck me good and hard. I want Billie to hear the bed banging against the wall. I want to see if we can make her and Bill horny enough to bang from their side.” (Bill is Billie’s husband. I thought it was a joke when Aunt Trisha first told me.) She kept stroking and squeezing and said, “Billie used to tease me when I was a virgin little girl. Dad and Aunt Betty used to make me go with her on her dates. I was only ten or eleven and they thought that my presence would insure that Billie’s boyfriends wouldn’t get out of line. Well it didn’t work. We’d go to the drive-in and Billie and her date would end up in the back seat while I sat up front, watching the movie. You don’t know how many movies I saw and don’t remember very well because of the moans and groans coming out of the back and the car bouncing from side to side. Once, I got curious and peeked over the seat at them. It scared me a little, what I saw, and I never did it again. Anyway, she’d tease me on the way home and say things like, ‘Don’t you wish you could have some of this?’ while she patted the guys crotch.” She went on to say that she and Billie had gotten past most of that as they grew up and that things were fine between them now, but she just wanted Billie to know that she gets plenty now and enjoys it very much. The teasing Trisha had given me for the best part of an hour and her hand sliding up and down my dick, combined with the images of her recent cumming and the ones she had just implanted in my brain all came together and I felt the cum straining for release. I whipped the car to the side of the road and pushed her head down to my lap. It surprised her a little, but she took me in and sucked my hard-on down her throat. I heard the guy behind me blow his horn while I was blowing my load and I saw him flip me the bird as he drove past, but I didn’t care. My brain was in my cock and balls at the moment and the only thought I gave him was that I was sure that he would have gladly taken my place, if he had only known. Once that was over Aunt Trisha smiled, wiping the overflow from around her mouth, and I settled down. Then I pulled back up on the road and drove on. About thirty minutes later she told me to take a side road, gravel, and a few minutes after that we were pulling up in front of Billie’s house. We weren’t the first to arrive; there were several other cars there already and we could hear the noise of people having a good time somewhere behind the house. It was just a little before sundown. We got out and walked around the side of the house to find five other couples seatedn chairs in a circle. Most of these people had beers in their hands or tumblers and some of the girls were sitting on their guys’ laps, laughing and talking. Not all of them were in costume, but some were. When she saw us, one woman got up and came over to us. She hugged Trisha and looked at me, up and down, over Trisha’s shoulder. When they broke their hug Trisha introduced me as her boyfriend, Bob, and said, “Bob, this is my cousin Billie, and over there is her husband, Bill.” I said, “Hi, Billie, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” and returned her look. She wasn’t so hard on the eyes either. Billie is slender and tall, maybe five foot ten or eleven I guessed, with red hair pulled up into a bun. Not bright red, but the red that looks kind of washed out, almost a light brown, and green eyes. She had a pretty, smiling face. Her legs were long, lean and tanned and came up to narrow hips. Her tits were only small if compared with Trisha’s and pushed out the front of her white dress quite nicely. It was pretty obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Her nipples weren’t nearly as large as Aunt Trisha’s either, but they looked nice standing at attention as they were. She returned my greeting before inviting us to take a seat with her and her friends. She asked what we wanted to drink and Trisha had a beer, but I don’t like beer and inquired as to what was in the tumblers. I was told that it was something called a Mai Tai, so I took one and I liked it very much. In this state the legal drinking age is twenty-one and neither Trisha, nor I, and probably not many of those at the party were old enough yet. But most people here tend to ignore that one, as long as it’s not out in public and no one gets hurt. As I had thought, people picked up on Trisha’s costume right away and it was a small step for them to figure out who I was dressed as. We had come off very well. We saw a couple who chose to be Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming, another who were Mickey and Minnie Mouse and a pair of Romans wrapped in sheets, but the couple who took it all showed up a little later. They had come as Adam and Eve. Eve was an eyeful, let me tell you. She had long brown hair that she had brought to the front to cover her breasts. (I learned later, from Trisha, that she had somehow taped her hair in place so it wouldn’t swing away and uncover her.) And, she had on a pair of flesh-colored panties with a fig leaf painted over her pussy. Her husband was naked except for a pair of panties made up just like hers. He got a lot of ribbing for it, but he explained that when he tried it with shorts or men’s underwear, it just didn’t work. He still took a lot of heat over it, but everyone agreed that their costumes were the best. Billie and Bill were Fred and Wilma Flintstone. I don’t want you to think that this turned into a big sex party, because it didn’t. I got my eyes full and I wished it would, but it just didn’t happen. Now and then, Eve would turn a certain way and I could almost, but not quite, see her nipples through her hair. Once, the Roman lady’s sheet parted for a moment and I’m pretty sure she wasn’t wearing panties underneath. Wilma bent over now and then during the evening to set a beer on the ground next to Fred and I could see her white satin panties. There were lots of jokes and things said with thinly veiled double meanings, but we didn’t get to be a dozen couples fucking on the lawn. I guess the closest it came to that was when Adam finally figured out that it really was Trisha’s pussy he could see while she was sitting on my lap. He got hard and couldn’t hide it wearing just a pair of woman’s nylon panties. We all had a laugh at his expense and some very suggestive comments were made, but nothing really came of it. The real action didn’t happen until the party was over and everyone else had gone home. Aunt Trisha and I were shown to our room for the night and, as soon as the door was shut, Trisha was on me. I didn’t object at all as she wrapped herself around me and started rubbing her pussy against my groin. She told me that she was too hot to wait any longer. With all the sex play that had passed between us today and the things she had seen at the party she was going to fuck me silly. As we got undressed she told me that the Roman guy had nothing under his toga and that he had made a pass at her when she had gone inside for another beer. He’d even proved it to her by pulling her hand up under the sheet. There was also Adam. His reaction to her wasn’t to be mistaken and he’d had quite a package on display. If he had worn bikinis his prick would have pushed up over the top of them. She told me Eve’s secret and said that we’d have to remember that one in case we were invited to another party like this one sometime. All the while she was pulling my clothes off and I was pulling off hers. By the time she had finished telling me all this we were both naked and fell into bed. We kissed and ran our hands over each other as we settled into position with Trisha sitting on top of me. I like it this way. I could reach every part of her and I could see her tits swinging in my face while we fucked, or I could crane my neck just a bit and suck on one or the other. When the head of my cock was lodged within her juicy snatch, she reached up to grab the headboard and began to rock. It wasn’t long before the bed started banging against the wall, just like she had wanted it to. She was moaning and telling me how good it felt to finally have me inside her. She said that she had wanted it all day and that it was only the thought of how much better it would be now that had given her the strength to wait it out. I had my hand on her hips and was slamming her down on my dick when we heard the banging on the wall from the other side. Only it wasn’t the kind of banging she had wanted; it more the kind that said, ‘Stop that, you’re bothering me.’ Trisha didn’t stop, so neither did I. After another couple of minutes we heard the banging again and I said, “Trisha, maybe we’d better quiet down.” She said, “Not a chance, Bob. You’re going to fuck me like a ten-dollar whore and she’s going to listen. After all the times I had to listen to her fuck some guy it serves her right.” When she said that I figured the worst that could happen was that we could get thrown out and not invited back, so I started pounding up into her again. After, I don’t know, maybe ten or fifteen minutes we heard banging again, but this time it was the door. When we didn’t get up to answer it right away the door opened and Billie was standing there looking at us, dressed in her robe. Well, that stopped us. Neither of us tried to cover up, but we stopped fucking anyway and waited for her to tell us to leave. Billie said, “Look, Trisha, this isn’t fair. Bill’s passed out again, just like he’s done every night this week, and last week and the week before that. If I had someone who would do me I wouldn’t mind, but I don’t, so will you please just stop?” I could feel Trisha squeezing my cock with her pussy. She was getting off on this while I was a little bit scared. I was a guest in this woman’s house, after all, and I knew we had been rude. After a minute Trisha must have seen it too, because she got up and put her robe on and went to Billie. She put her arms around her and said she was sorry, that she hadn’t known that things were bad between her and Bill. I sheepishly pulled up the sheets and stayed out of it. I won’t bore you with all the details, but for the next hour or so it was girl talk and all the resentment from those long ago drive-in dates came out and got talked over, along with a lot of stuff about lost dreams and such. During that time they moved to the bed and sat down, then pushed me over and lay down still talking. Somewhere in all of this I fell asleep and woke up in the morning to find them both asleep beside me. I got up to go to the bathroom and they were both awake when I got back. We had a good day together, but I noticed that Bill had started with the beer shortly before lunch. He seemed to be a good enough guy, fun to be around and all, and he wasn’t a sloppy or mean drunk. The problem was that he was just that, a drunk. By eight o’clock that evening his eyes were drooping and shortly after that he went off to bed. Billie and Trisha and I stayed up to watch a movie then we all went to bed too.