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Jessica's Secret Diary

By: harding



As we came through the front door into Aunt Jessica's house, carrying suitcases and bags packed with presents she welcomed each of us in turn with a hug and a kiss on the mouth.

"Sammy, Tim, it's so good to see you," she greeted my parents. "And Jack, you're so tall!" The last was addressed to me, and I guess I had grown. It had been almost three years since I'd seen my aunt. For my first fifteen years she had lived almost next door, then her husband's work had taken them a thousand miles south to Florida. 

Uncle Mike had died two years ago in a car accident. Mom and Dad had come down for the funeral, but I had been in the middle of exams and couldn't join them.

My Mom and Jessica were identical twins – and I mean identical. Born within a minute of each other, they had started life as a single egg which had split and developed into two individuals. Growing up it had been difficult for me to tell them apart, and I was sure at times they even pretended to be each other just to confuse people.

Abigail is my cousin, and there might be something in the saying that twins do everything alike because Abi and I had been born within days of each other, although in our case we didn't look at all alike. I hadn't seen Abi in three years either, and would have to wait a little longer because she was still flying in from the other side of the country where she had gone to college.

Dad, Mom and I had driven down over two days and later today I was going to drive Dad to the airport so he could catch a plane back home. The company he worked for were in the middle of a long take-over bid for one of their rivals, and Dad had barely managed to find the time to bring us down. He was leaving the car for us to use and flying straight back. 

Mom and I would stay for two weeks with my aunt and cousin, soak up some Florida sun and chill out around the backyard pool. Spring in New England had been cold and snow still lay on the ground when we locked up our house and drove south. Here the temperature was in the high seventies and Jessie wore shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt.

Finally, I could tell her and Mom apart! Mom was pale, and Jessie had a golden tan on her arms, her legs and the band of flat stomach exposed between her top and shorts. She looked good - but she had always looked good to me, particularly as I grew through my teenage years and the hormones kicked in. Despite being identical to Mom, some of the thoughts I had about my Aunt I had never had about Mom – or rather I had never allowed myself to have.

Dad hauled Mom's suitcase upstairs and I dropped my small bag in the living room. There were only three bedrooms in the house, and I would be sleeping on the sofa bed downstairs, a new experience but I had been assured it was very comfortable, and been promised everyone would try and be quiet if they rose early.

After a flurry of unpacking, catching up and more hugs Aunt Jessica made lunch and we all sat around the table outside. An awning shaded us, but beyond that the backyard pool glittered in the bright sunshine.

"Aunt Jessica, can I go for a swim after lunch?" I asked, aware of the sweat stains darkening my shirt. We had dressed for a cooler climate when we got up this morning, and I couldn't wait to get into the water.

"Of course, just let your food go down first. And I think you're old enough to call me Jessica now. It makes me feel old when you call me Aunt," she laughed.

Old, I thought? Hardly. They had both married young and gotten pregnant almost immediately. My aunt's birthday was obviously shared with my Mom's and I knew they were thirty-eight years old, but could have passed for ten years younger.

"I'll try," I said, "But It's not going to be easy to break the habit."

"Just remember we need to leave by three," Dad said.

"And you're picking Abi up when you drop your Dad off," Jessica said, "She's getting in 20 minutes after Tim's flight leaves."

After lunch Mom and Aunt Jessica cleared up, Dad flopped on the sofa and watched a ball game and I changed into my trunks and slid into the clear water of the pool. Once I had cooled off I started pulling laps. The pool was not huge, but had been designed with swimming in mind and was long and narrow with a good fifteen metre length, making serious laps possible.

Mom and Aunt Jessica came out and lay on sun loungers. They had both changed into bikinis and as I rotated my head to draw breath I could see them lying side by side. Apart from my aunt's tan, they could have been photocopies of the same person. 

They were both just over five-seven, with slim figures, full breasts and narrow hips. I knew that my Mom regularly performed yoga and pilates as part of her exercise routine. Aunt Jessica had put on a little weight since I had last seen her – not much, maybe eight pounds – but it also made it easier to tell them apart. They both had good figures, but where Mom's boobs were 34b my Aunt's now seemed to be a full 34c cup. 

Mom's bikini was white and much smaller than any I could remember seeing her in before, but then she rarely had a chance to wear one when we were home. Aunt Jessica's was equally if not more revealing but was red. Mom had her arms by her sides but my Aunt had hers raised with her wrists resting on the top of the lounger. The position lifted her larger breasts and pulled at the bikini top so that their lower paler curves were visible. Her nipples were prominent and formed two distinct peaks inside the thin material. Beneath her breasts her stomach was flat with just a hint of muscle beneath. She had a long vertical navel that dipped in, just like Mom's, and then below that her stomach stretched taut and flat to a definite mound cupped into her bikini pants.

Almost at the same time they both rolled over onto their stomachs and I finished my lap and rested, arms out across the edge of the pool, legs floating in the water. Aunt Jessica's extra weight showed on her ass as well, making it plumper; still firm and high, but fuller and with more curve.

I lay in the water for a long time, gazing at my aunt and mother. I felt relaxed and a little exited, and could feel myself growing partially hard inside my trunks. Watching them like this, my eyes lidded, I could almost forget they were blood relations and study them as the works of art they both were.

I let my eyes wander over the dips and clefts of their bodies, the slim backs tapering into narrow waists, the dip of their spine and then the swell of buttocks that eased into long thighs. In a partial daze I allowed my eyes to wander up their legs to the point where thigh, buttock and stomach met. They lay with legs slightly parted, and I could see the cleft where the cheeks of their asses dipped, and there lay just the hint of another cleft where the pussy lips lay tight against the material of their bikinis.

I was jerked suddenly from my study as Mom pushed herself up and turned over, pulling her top down where it had ridden up to show the underside of her breasts. She sat with a leg either side of the lounger and said, "You'd better get changed and take your Dad to the airport, Jack"

"Okay," I said. "A couple more laps first, then I'll get ready." I pushed off before she could object. I needed a little time to let my cock deflate before I got out. 

I did four hard laps, and hoping that was enough, pulled myself out and grabbed a towel and held it to my stomach so the drape hid any bulge. I could feel my heart beating fast, and also something that might be guilt. What the hell had I just been doing, eyeing up both my aunt and my Mom like that? Was I really that weird?

"Do you need anything picking up, Aunt Jessica" I asked as I went to the patio windows.

"Jessie," she mumbled into her pillow, "Only my daughter."

I laughed, "I think I'll remember that."



Dad was quiet on the way to the airport and I guessed he was worrying about work. I walked with him to the departure lounge where hugged me to him and said, "Take care of those girls of ours, Jack."

"I will Dad," I replied.

"If I can get away, I'll come back down, but I can't promise anything."

"I hope it all goes okay for you, Dad." I knew this takeover was important to the company, and important to Dad. If it all went through, he would be managing the new section on his own, and that meant a big promotion.

"Tell your Mom I'll call her tonight," he said, gave me another hug and disappeared into the check-in queue.

I found a Starbucks and got a large coffee and sat waiting for Abi. The arrivals board said her flight was on time, so I watched the people come and go. I always enjoy airports, the mix of people, the bored business travellers, the nervous fliers putting off boarding to the last moment, the flux of arrivals as people come in from all over the country, all over the world, dressed for wherever they had left from that morning.

The arrivals board changed to show that Abi's flight had landed, and I walked across to the gate and looked for her. She was one of the first off, as always. Abi hated being last for anything. 

It had been almost three years since I had seen her. She had been fifteen then and one of the most beautiful teenagers I knew. In the years since she had blossomed into a stunning young woman. She had the same dark hair as her mother, but had inherited tight curls from her Dad. Last time her hair had been long and wild, but she now had been cut it short so it just covered her ears, but the curls were still there. 

Abi was taller than her mother by an inch, with the same slim body but now as she had developed I thought her breasts we probably a bit fuller. I watched her as she walked through, looking around but not seeing me yet. She had grown up into a beautiful young woman since I had last seen her, and she was enough to take anyone's breath away.

I had always had a thing for Abi, even if we were first cousins. Growing up near each other we had been close all our lives, sharing good times and bad. As we entered our teenage years the relationship had changed. We had become more self-conscious. No more bath time together anymore. No more wrestling in the back yard. We were both aware of how our bodies were changing. 

Then, when we reached fifteen we started to talk again, about other boys and girls. Being so close when we were younger it felt easier to talk about the things we couldn't tell our parents.

I recalled Abi asking me one day how far she should let her first boyfriend go. I had tried to give her impartial advice despite my own raging hormones. I asked her what girls liked from a boy, the best way to talk to them. Between us we grew and shared most things. Our conversations gradually became more explicit, as if we were granting permission to each other to say anything we wanted.

Abi gave me a detailed description of the first time she gave her boyfriend a hand job, and I told her I hadn't had one but lived in hope. After she left I had to rush upstairs to my bedroom and relieve myself with my hand.

I fantasised about Abi, although I don't know whether she knew that or not. I liked to tell myself it was innocent and I had no intention of ever acting out my fantasies.

I realised I had gone off into my own thoughts for the second time that day when I heard Abi call my name. She ran across the concourse to me, dropped her bag skidding on the floor and grabbed me in a giant hug. She planted a big kiss on my mouth, then stepped back, her hands still on my shoulders.

"God Jack, you've turned out so buff!" she cried.

I laughed, "You're no slouch in the buff department either, Abi. It's really good to see you."

She pulled me in and kissed me again, "You too, Jack, you too."

We walked back out to find the car. "How's college?" I asked.

"Good," Abi said. "Hard, but fun. And you?"

"Great," I said. 

We found the car and made our way out to the freeway and back into town.

"And your love life?" Abi grinned. "You get yourself laid yet, Jack?"

I blushed, then grinned, "A couple of times, yeah," I said. "And you? Silly question, I guess. You could get laid every day if you wanted."

She punched me hard on the arm, "Jack Evanton! That's no way to speak to a lady."

We both laughed out loud. 

"Well, the last time we had one of our chats, Abi, I distinctly recall you saying you wanted to get laid as soon as you were eighteen."

"You would remember that."

"Well?" I asked

"Well what?" She grinned.

"You're eighteen now, Abi... still waiting?"

"I think I'll keep some secrets," she replied. She sighed deeply, kicked off her pumps and put her feet up on the dash. "It is just so good to see you again, Jack. I've really missed you."

"Missed you too, Abi."

She turned in the seat to look at me, "Really? With all that pussy you must have on campus?"

I grinned, "That's just pussy, Abi. You're my... " I trailed off. Friend wasn't the right word. Cousin was not it at all. "...my confidante," I concluded. 

She reached across and squeezed my arm, "Thanks Jack, that's so sweet. That's just how I think about you as well." She leaned her head against my shoulder.

I smiled at her and she sank into a comfortable silence while I tried not to think about how my cock was growing down inside the leg of my pants. Christ, I thought, I'm going to have to find somewhere private to take care of myself when we get back. Sleeping in the living room was fine, but it meant there was no place I could go that would not make it obvious why I wanted privacy. I guessed I could wait until tonight if I had to, but it was going to be uncomfortable.



Our mothers had showered and dressed when we got back, and Aunt Jessica was preparing supper. The day was starting to fade into a deep glow on the horizon and insects were starting to build to a night time chorus.

"I thought we'd all be too tired to do anything tonight, "Mom said, "So we'll just have a light supper and an early night."

That sounded fine to me.

"How long till we eat?" Abi asked.

"An hour, maybe a little longer," Aunt Jessica replied.

"I'm going for a dip then," Abi said. "Come on Jack."

"But-" I started to say.

"No buts, Jack. Get your trunks on and let's race!" She darted upstairs to change, and I took my still damp trunks into the downstairs bathroom. They were cold as I pulled them on, and although my cock had gone down it was still felt heavy and I gave it a couple of strokes and then breathed deeply. Not yet. I could wait until they were all in bed. I tucked myself into my trunks and tried to re-arrange everything so it was not too obvious.

Abi was already standing on the end of the pool.

"Twenty laps, Jack," she said. "Loser pays a forfeit." It was an old game we used to play. Over the years I had lost more than I had won, and Abi had made me eat worms when we were eight, steal a comic when we were eleven, show her my cock when we were twelve, and ask Mary Simpson out when we were fourteen. The last had actually worked out pretty well, and Mary had let me feel inside her bra and outside her panties. Good times, I recalled.

Abi's bikini was black to match her hair. What was it with these women, I thought, that they hardly had enough bathing suit material for one woman, let alone the three of them. I stood beside her and bent over into a dive, partly to get ready, but mainly to hide my stiffening cock.

"Three, two..." Abi said, and dived in on two. I followed, pulling hard to catch her up. I drew level after four laps, then slightly ahead. At twelve laps I was up by a length, but then at eighteen she had drawn alongside me again. 

Abi had always been a good swimmer, and in the past would have beaten me ten times out of ten. In the last year I had joined the college swimming team, and my performance had improved. I started to breathe on every turn of my head and lengthened my stroke, pulling ahead by a fraction.

At turn nineteen I could just see her face alongside mine, and pulled harder again, my lungs burning now as I raced for the end of the pool. I reached out and touched. I heard Abi laugh in my ear, and then felt the long wet length of her slippery body hug tight to my back. "I win," she said in my ear.

"I don't think so," I said, squirming around, trying to duck her under the water.

She wriggled like an eel and slipped out of my grasp. I grabbed again, one hand wrapping around her slim waist, and pulled her back. My other hand flailed and suddenly found itself full of her left breast. I jerked back and let go, "Sorry Abi," I gasped.

She grinned, "Accident, I know," she said, then looked over my shoulder. "Who won, Mom?"

I turned. Aunt Jessica and Mom were standing watching us, arms over each others shoulders, grinning madly. They looked at each other. "Who do you think?" Mom said.

"I wouldn't like to call it," her sister replied.

"Draw," Mom said.

"Aw no, not fair," Abi shouted, "I beat him, I did!"

"I really can't say for sure," Aunt Jessica said, "so the fairest result is a draw."

Abi put her arms round my shoulder and pulled me close to her, whispered in my ear, "Shit, I don't get my forfeit now." Then she pushed me down so my head went under water. She held my shoulders down with her hands, trying to keep me under. She might be fast but she definitely wasn't as strong as me, and I surged up, grabbing her round the thighs and lifting her up over my head. For a brief moment my face was pressed tight in against her bikini bottoms and I could feel the mound of her pussy against my cheek then she was sailing backwards to land two yards away on her back.

"Take it easy, you two, "Mom said, "We don't want anyone drowning before supper." She and my Aunt turned and went back inside, still arm in arm.

"You'll pay for that," Abi hissed in mock anger.

"Later then," I said, "I'm going to shower." I pulled myself out and towelled my hair dry, deliberately standing on the edge of the pool so that the bulge in my trunks was visible. I stayed there for a long minute while I towelled my shoulders and chest, then glanced to see if she was watching.

Abi looked away rapidly and then pushed herself back through the pool in a long glide, pushing her hips up level with the surface of the water, scissoring kicking her legs. Her eyes dropped to my trunks again and I felt my cock give a twitch. It must have been pretty obvious, too, because I saw Abi grin and then lazily roll over and continue on up the pool.

Oh fuck, I thought, I was going to have to put a stop to this before anything happened. I went inside and told Mom I was going to shower, locked the door of the downstairs bathroom and stripped off my trunks. I turned the shower on and then started to stroke myself. What had until then been semi-hard now became rigid. I stroked my full length, then reached down and ran a fingernail over my balls before gripping the shaft again.

I had been so turned on all afternoon it took hardly any time and then I grunted, rubbing harder, and shot a copious amount of cum into my waiting palm. I thought I was going to keep spurting forever, and the slippery white fluid filled my hand and started to drip on to the floor. 

Finally I slowed, stroking gently now and pushing the last few drops from the end of my cock. At last it started to deflate and I sighed deeply. I had really needed that. As I stepped into the shower I wondered how I was going to make it through the next two weeks without going crazy.

***

I slept late the next morning and was still under the sheet on the sofa bed when Mom and Aunt Jessica came downstairs.

"We're going shopping," Mom said. "I think Abi's still asleep."

"Mm" I mumbled. "See you later"

"Help yourself to anything you want," Aunt Jessica said, and they were gone.

I heard the car start up and move away, drifted into a doze for some time, then woke at the sound of a thump upstairs and running feet on the hallway.


Jessica's Secret Diary



"Jack, come up here," Abi hissed.

"What?" I called.

She came to the top of the stairs. She had dressed quickly in running shorts and a tee shirt. From the way her breasts swayed as she leaned over she hadn't bothered with a bra.

"Come up here, I want to show you something." She turned and moved away.

I struggled up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and my own tee shirt from the previous day.

Abi was at the end of the upstairs hall, standing outside her Mom's bedroom door. The room my parents used was opposite. Abi's room was at the near end of the hall and the large family bathroom opposite that.

"What do you want?" I whispered, then laughed, "Why are we whispering?" I asked.

Abi stood from where she had been crouched up and laughed back, "Fuck knows," she said. "But come here I want to show you this." 

She stepped into her Mom's room. I shrugged and followed, curious now and also a little excited. What if she wanted to show me herself? What would I do? I knew what I wanted to do, but could I? What I was thinking was wrong, and would almost certainly repluse Abi. I liked her too much to want to spoil our relationship, and decided that I was going to be strong. What we had was too precious to ruin it with my raging hormones.

Abi was sitting on the edge of the bed reaching into a bedside drawer. I saw her move a couple of things around inside then pull out a small black book.

"Here," she said. "This is Mom's diary. I had no idea she kept a diary."

I sat beside her and took the book from her, turned it over.

"It's got a lock," I said.

"I know," Abi groaned. "Why do you think Mom's got a lock on her diary? It's not as if she's got anything to hide, is it?"

"Are you so sure?"

Abi shrugged, and her free breasts jiggled wonderfully inside the thin cotton of her tee shirt, "I don't know. But I'm curious now."

I turned the book over again and looked at the clasp. It was a strip of leather, stitched to the back cover, with a push lock on the front. I turned it to the light and peered more closely.

"I think I could get this open, if you really want," I said.

"Could you?"

"I can try. But are you sure you really want to look in here? What if you find something you don't want to know?"

"What on earth could Mom put in there like that?" Abi said.

"I don't know, but whatever she wrote I'm pretty sure she didn't mean you to read it." I felt uncomfortable.

"Jack, please, see if you can open it for me," Abi cried.

I looked around the bedroom. "I need something small, a paper clip, something like that."

Abi jumped up and ran through to her room, came back in a moment with a handful of clips of different sizes. I picked one that looked about right, opened it out then twisted the end back between my fingernails. I tried it in the lock, then twisted it some more. The second time I could feel the latches inside the lock.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Abi whispered.

"College buddies," I said. I turned the clip one way, another, and suddenly the lock gave a click and sprang open.

"Gimme," Abi said, holding out her hand.

"In a minute," I said, and looked the lock over, drew it almost closed again until I felt the resistance of a spring latch.

"What are you doing! Don't lock it again!" Abi cried.

"I'm just checking we can lock it again. I wouldn't want to have to try to lock it back up in a hurry." I handed the journal to Abi and stood up.

"I'm not sure how comfortable I am with this, Ab," I said. "I'm going down for some breakfast. I'll leave you to it."

Abi pushed her bottom lip out in a pout, but I ignored her and left the room.

I made toast, had washed up my plate and was drinking a second cup of coffee by the time Abi came down. Her hands were empty, and there was a small frown pulling her brows together. She sat across the table from me and leaned on her elbows.

"Satisfied?" I asked.

She looked at me, nodded, then gave a quirky smile. "I never guessed Mom was..."she searched for words, then shook her head.

"Did you find anything to upset you?"

"Depends what you mean by upsetting," Abi replied. "Disturbing, possibly, but upsetting... not sure..."

I waited, saying nothing.

"I haven't locked it yet," Abi said. "Would you like to take a look...?"

I gazed at her, trying to make up my mind. Abi's eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed. I couldn't help noticing that her nipples were also hard, forming peaks through her tee shirt.

"D'you think I should?" I asked.

Abi nodded. "I put it back in the bedside drawer, but I haven't locked it."

I got up and ascended the stairs, walked slowly to the end bedroom. The drawer was still half open and I reached in, pushing other stuff aside and then looking in, intrigued by the feel of something. Lying along the side of the drawer was a long dildo. I stared at it, then lifted it out, raised it and sniffed. A faint scent of female musk remained. I was just returning it to the drawer when Abi came in.

"Yeah, I saw that too," she said.

"You know what it is then," I said.

Abi punched me on the arm. It was getting to be a painful habit. I reached back in and pulled out the black leather journal.

It looked old, and I sat and turned back to the first pages.

"I only read the last part," Abi said softly.

"I'm curious," I said, "when she started writing it.

I laid the first page flat and looked at the date written in blue ink on the top line. Aunt Jessica had started the journal on the 1st January twenty years ago, when she had turned eighteen. Abi leaned across, her breast pressing against my arm, and I started to read.

I really don't know if I should be writing this down or not, but I have to do something or I think I'm going to go mad.

My name is Jessica Stewart and I am eighteen years old. My sister is Sam, and we are identical twins.

Something has happened, and I'm not sure if it's good or bad. I want it to be good. I really want it to be good, but my head tells me it's bad. I think Sam is just as confused as I am and I don't know what will happen.

I'm putting this off, so I'll just start:

This afternoon Sam kissed me, and I kissed her back. It wasn't a sisterly kiss, not at all. 

We had been messing around all day, talking about boys and what a waste of time they were. Sam was teasing me, as usual, and said had I ever kissed a girl. I said No, of course not. But Sam kept on and said had I ever thought about it, not even just once?

I tried to change the subject, but she just kept on, and I admitted that yes, I had thought, but I'd never tried it.

Sam said she had started to wonder what it was like. She told me she was disappointed in the boys she'd gone out with, all they wanted was to feel her up and get inside her panties. She said she wanted something nicer. That's what she called it: nicer. She said she thought kissing a girl might be nicer.

This went on for a while, and then somehow we got around to saying we should try it.

Sam kissed me first, full on the lips. It wasn't the first time, we always kissed on the lips, it was just the way we greeted each other. But this was different, longer, different because I knew the intention behind it was more than our usual kisses.

Sam kissed me once, and then kissed me again, for longer, and I let her tongue open my mouth and then I kissed her back. We kissed like this for a long time, maybe ten minutes, then Sam put her hand on my boob and I stopped her.

She looked disappointed, but she did stop. That was earlier today. Now I just have to write this down. I feel confused because I enjoyed it. I stopped her when she touched me, but that was a reflex. I'm beginning to feel now I wished I hadn't stopped her. 

I sat back and breathed out a long breath I hadn't known I was holding.

"Wow," Abi said. "Our Mom's are wild!"

January 3rd

We kissed again today. And more.

Mom and Dad had left us on our own while they went into town. Sam came up behind me and put her arms around me and pulled me back against her. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back, and the tips of her nipples like pencil points.

Sam kissed me on the neck and I felt my knees go weak. I've been thinking all the time about what we did the other day, and I realised I wanted to do it again.

I turned around and put my arms around Sam's waist and kissed her full on the mouth. This time I made the first move and cupped her breast. Sam sighed and I felt her smile within our kiss. I ran my hand over her breast, cupped it and rubbed her hard nipple, all the while kissing her.

Sam pulled away and said "We need to talk, Jessie"

I nodded at her. "This is wrong, Sam," I said.

She grinned. Sam always did that when things were about to go too far. "I guess," she said, "But I still want to do it. Don't you?"

I looked into her eyes and then nodded once. "I do," I said.

Sam began to undo the buttons down the front of my blouse, and I just stood and let her, let her push it back over my shoulders, and when she touched me on the shoulder I knew what she wanted and turned so she could unclip my bra. She lifted it off from behind me and cupped a hand over each of my boobs. It felt so good!

Sam turned me back and started to kiss my breasts, licking my nipples, pulling them into her mouth and nipping them with her teeth.

"Sam," I gasped, "this is more than just kissing!"

"Want me to stop?" she asked.

"No," I said.

Sam stood up straight and unbuttoned her own blouse, dropped it to the floor and then unclipped her bra. It was like looking in the mirror, and when she pulled me to her and our naked breasts touched it took my breath away. We hugged and kissed some more and then Sam began to lift my skirt and stroke my butt. She pushed her hips into mine and ground them against me.

"I want to make you come, Jess", she whispered.

"Oh Sam, please, this is wrong," I moaned, but I knew I was making only a mock protest.

Sam fumbled and found the catch on my skirt and that joined my blouse on the floor. I stood in just my small white panties while my sister gazed at me. She smiled, licked her lips, and then slid her fingers into my panties. She probed and I felt her fingertip touch my clitoris and I almost cried out and came immediately. I pushed my mound onto her hand, wanting her fingers.

Sam pulled my panties down and pushed me. I stepped back and the edge of the sofa caught my legs and I fell backwards. Sam stood over me, looking at me lying spread before her.

I had never done what I did next – I slid my own fingers into my pussy and started to slip them in and out. I had masturbated before, often, but never in front of anyone else. I felt completely out of control.

Sam watched me pleasuring myself, then removed her own skirt and slid her panties down her long legs. She knelt in front of me and put her hand on mine. She smiled and said, "Let me do that..."

She pulled my hand away and replaced it with hers. She ran the back of her index finger up and down my slit and then pushed the knuckle so that it pressed on my hard clitoris. She repeated this three or four times, then slid the finger inside me.

"You're soaking, Jess," she said.

"I can't think why," I giggled, then said, "I want to touch you too, Sam."

She smiled and pulled my hips so that I slid off the sofa, then laid me on my side so we were face to face. She put her fingers back inside me and I reached down and touched her there as well. She was wet too, and hot. I had only ever touched myself before, and twins we might have been, but touching Sam was so very different to touching myself.

We kissed again, and I kissed her boobs and pushed my fingers in and out of her wet slippery sex and I think when I came Sam came at the same time.

I thought I might feel guilt then, afterwards, or now when I write this all down. But I don't. I only feel love.

Abi was breathing loudly beside me, and I looked across at her. She had one hand over her shorts and was pressing her hand hard into herself. I suddenly felt as if this had gone way too far. But I was also feeling incredibly aroused.

Abi looked at me, aware I had seen her. Her eyes were alight, her beautiful lips parted.

"Do me a big favour, Jack," she said.

"What?" I asked, waiting.

"Can you give me a bit of privacy?" She gave a little smile, bit her bottom lip. "About five minute should be plenty."

That hadn't been quite what I had expected, but I nodded, "Sure."

I got up and walked out of the room.

"Close the door, Jack," Abi said. I turned and pulled it shut, closing off my view of her. She had pulled herself up on to her mother's bed and just as the door hid my final glimpse I saw her reach to the bedside cabinet. I stood leaning against the door, trying to breath, as I heard a faint buzz start up within the room.

I turned and started along the hallway, then turned back and went into Mom's bedroom. I closed the door behind me and pulled my sweatpants down. My cock was on fire and stuck out huge and inflamed. The uncircumcised head had pulled fully back and I was slippery with the fluid that leaked from the tip.

I lay on Mom's bed and rubbed myself in long steady strokes, my eyes closed, my mind alive with a vision of my mother and aunt naked, pleasuring each other. I could feel my approaching climax and slowed, trying to extend the moment. The pressure passed, and I ran a finger over the hole in the top of my cock and spread fluid over the head, sliding it all around, then began to stroke again. A new image formed in my head, of Abi with her long slim legs spread, her pussy parted around the big dildo. That thought sent me over and I started to come, spurting stream after stream over my stomach, crying out as the ache filled my balls and erupted from me. 

I cleaned up with the tissues Mom kept on the bedside table, and out of sudden curiosity opened her bedside drawer as well. It was empty, and I smiled.

I was just pulling my sweatpants back up when I heard a car pull into the drive. I dashed into the hallway and banged on Jessica's door, stage whispered, "Abi, they're back!"

"That's okay," Abi said, from behind me, and I turned to see her come out of the bathroom.

"You were quick," I said.

"You were loud," she replied.

"We need to talk," I said.

Abi nodded, "Yes, I think we do."



Groceries were packed away and lunch made. I made my bed back into a sofa then sat and watched, seeing my mother and her twin in a new and, frankly, unsettling way. Each time they smiled, each time they brushed against each other, I was imagining their touches had a different meaning to that of yesterday. 

I noticed how their hands often lingered, brushing against the side of a breast, over a buttock or alongside a thigh. I realised they had always acted this way, but with my new knowledge their actions now became filled with an enormous erotic potential.

My Mom and her sister were lovers, still, I was sure. And I struggled to make sense of my own feelings. I was turned on, more than I had ever been before, but I was also confused. I should not be feeling this way, turned on by my mother and my mother's sister. What I was feeling was wrong, what I wanted was wrong.

I got up suddenly and said, "Swim."

"Lunch in thirty," Mom called.

I grunted and went to the bathroom to change, plunged into the pool and pulled fast laps, pushing myself until my muscles burned and my chest ached. I stopped, breathing hard, to see Abi walk across in her bikini. She grinned at me and dived in.

"Race," she said, when she surfaced.

"You must be joking!" My breath was still catching in my throat.

"You forfeit then," she said, "Ten laps only," and rolled into a crawl.

I turned and followed her, but knew what the result would be. She finished the last lap when I had still not turned at the end. I swam slowly up to her and splashed water on her stomach. She was standing in the shallow end of the pool, water running down her flat stomach, over her navel which went in exactly like my Mom and aunt's, the water running down over her bikini briefs. The water of the pool lapped the top of her thighs, touching the point where they met. The material of her briefs was soaked and clung to every contour and fold of her body.

"Okay, " she said, "I think I won that one."

"You did," I said.

"What forfeit can I think of," she said, and slid down into the water so her face was level with mine. She stared at me for a long time, looking deep into my eyes.

"A kiss," she said. "I want a kiss off you. But a proper kiss, not our usual one. You know what I mean, Jack, don't you?"

"Now?" I said.

She glanced over my shoulder. "They can't see. And besides, after what we know about them, they can hardly object, can they?"

I gazed at her, at the wet curls framing her face, her deep brown eyes and long lashes, the small nose, wide mouth and perfect chin.

I leaned across to her and she tilted her head and parted her lips. I touched those lips with mine, and let my tongue flick out and run across her teeth. Abi opened her mouth wider, put her arms around my shoulders and pulled me hard against her, pressing her breasts to my chest. Our tongues darted and played, our mouths relishing the intimate contact. We kissed for minutes, then I felt Abi's hand slide down my stomach, over my waist and rub once along the hard length of my cock and then away. She pulled back and broke our contact.

"Mm, good," she nodded. "I always thought it would be," she added.

"You always..." I stuttered. "You planned this!"

"Oh Jack, of course I did. I've wanted to kiss you like that since... well, since forever, or at least since I realised you were a real boy and not just a cousin."

"Shit." I whispered.

Abi grinned, "I want another race after lunch," she said. "Different forfeit"

"What if I win?"

"In your dreams, bub."

Yes, I thought. In my dreams.



We didn't get the chance after lunch because our mothers wanted to shop for new swimwear and Abi decided to join them, leaving me alone in the house. I tried to watch TV, to read the paper, but there was only one thing on my mind. Eventually I gave in and went upstairs to my aunt's bedroom. 

I flipped through the pages of her journal and noticed it was not a continual record. There were long gaps, sometimes months, between entries. As I scanned through key phrases would jump out from the page and I stopped to read a section more fully, following the growing intimacy that developed between the sisters. And then there came entry for the summer when I must have been about ten.

August 12th

We're all on vacation together at a big old cabin on a lake. I had the surprise of my life when I was washing up and Tim came up behind me and grabbed by boobs and rubbed himself against my butt. I was just about to yell when I realised he thought I was Sam! 

I went along for a while, wriggling back against him, then made some excuse and went outside.

I was a couple of hours thinking about what had happened, and a really wicked idea kept forming in my head. Just before supper I took Sam aside and proposed the idea to her.

"Sam, you know how we always joke about our husbands finding it tough to tell us apart?"

She laughed, "Yeah. Mike kissed me yesterday. I hope he thought I was you and he wasn't making a pass."

"The same happened to me," I said. We both laughed, then I went on," But I wondered if you might want to try a swap."

"A what?"

I grinned. "It's wicked, I know, but we both know we're wicked anyway. D'you think we could get away with pretending to be each other tonight?"

"You mean, like, all night?"

I could see a gleam in Sam's eye, and I knew I had hooked her. "But they're bound to notice," she said. 




Jessica's Secret Diary



"D'you think?"

"Well," she said, "for one thing Tim likes me to shave down there, and I know you don't. I think he'll wonder how the hell I managed to grow my bush back overnight."

"I can shave quick enough," I told her.

"What'll you tell Mike?"

"I'll say it's a treat for him. He's never mentioned it, but all guys like that, don't they?"

"Tim does, sure. Maybe. I don't know, d'you think we fuck differently?"

I grinned, "We could find out." I knew I had her now. And I also knew she was in for a shock but I wasn't going to tell her that. Mike and I loved anal sex and we indulged ourselves once a week. We were about due for this week's session. I knew Sam liked it when I licked her asshole, but for some reason we had never discussed the sex we had with our partners.

We talked it through for another ten minutes, then went inside and exchanged clothes. Sam showed me how she shaved her pussy and I found myself getting really hot when I rinsed the last of the lather away and saw my naked pussy lips. I can hardly wait.

The next entry was the day after.

August 15th

I thought Sam was going to kill me!

"You could have fucking warned me!" she said when we got a chance to talk privately. "When Mike rolled me over I thought he wanted it doggie, but then when I felt his cock on my ass I nearly died!"

"What did you do?" I said, trying not to laugh.

"Well... Once I got over the surprise, I thought why not."

"Has Tim ever..."

"I don't think it's something he's really into," Sam said.

"And?"

"And what?"

"What was it like?"

Sam stared at me, then grinned, "You do that often?"

"All the time," I said.

"It hurt when he started, but once I relaxed I started to enjoy it. I really started to enjoy it."

"There's something, I don't know quite what, but something really sexy about being fucked in the ass," I said.

"So I've discovered," Sam said. "But you've made a real problem for yourself now," she added.

"Yeah?"

"Unless I can persuade Mike, I'm going to have to steal your husband now and then 'cause I want to do it again."

I closed the journal and let out a big breath. My Mom and my aunt were completely shameless. And I wanted to fuck them both! And Abi! I had been driving myself nuts worrying about what I fantasised about, feeling guilty and dirty, and all the while our parents had been lovers for twenty years and fucking each other's husbands!

I decided it was time to put the guilt aside and just go with whatever happened, and if any opportunity arose to make the most of it.

The women returned late in the afternoon and Abi put on one of the new bikini she had purchased so she could show it off. I think Mom and Jessica had shopped as well.

Abi and I lay on the loungers, watching as our mothers came out to do their exercise regime. They started slowly with stretches and then began a series of coordinated pulls, pushes, lunges and moves that quickly brought sweat pouring off them. They continued for almost an hour and I could see why they both had such good figures if they worked out this hard.

At the end they cooled down with more stretches, using each other as levers to pull all the muscles in their bodies, and again I could not help but see how their touches and brushes were far more intimate that I had noticed before.

"We're going to shower, see you later," Mom said, and she and Aunt Jessica went inside together.

After they had gone, Abi said, "D'you think they're going to shower together?"

I nodded, "I think they probably are," I replied.

"Holy fuck," Abi exclaimed. "This is just so fucking wild! Race, big boy," she shouted and ran to the pool.

I ran after her and yelled, "Forty laps this time. Let's make it worthwhile!"

After ten Abi was ahead. After twenty we were level. At thirty I had pulled half a length clear, but at thirty six she had pulled some of that back. I could hear her gasping for breath, and I knew I had her now and put in a final burst of speed and touched the side a full length ahead.

"Shit shit shit," Abi hissed.

"Your forfeit this time," I said, and smiled.

She smiled back and bit her lower lip. 

"Another kiss," I said, and saw a flash that might have been disappointment in her eyes. "But not your mouth," I added.

"Not my... then where?" I saw a flush rise quickly into her face.

"Your boobs. I want to kiss your breasts," I said. I was aware of how hard my cock had suddenly grown inside my trunks. It had nowhere to go but sideways, and was curled painfully around.

Abi lifted her hands to her breasts and pushed them up. She looked down at them, then at me. "D'you think they're nice?" she asked innocently. The new bikini was her smallest yet and showed the heavy globes off to perfection.

"I think they're magnificent," I said. "I always have."

"Well..." she said.

"It was my choice," I said. "We always pay our forfeits, Abi."

She reached around behind and unclipped her bikini top, then held the material against her for a moment before slipping it away from herself and placing it on the side of the pool. She put her arms down and I gazed in awe at my cousin's naked breasts. Her nipples were light pink and very long.

"Why Abi, I do believe you might be a little aroused," I said.

"You think, do you? It's probably just the cold air." she said.

I dipped into the water so my face was level with them, then leaned in and gently ran a tongue along the full underside of first one and then the other. I licked around them, then moved to the tops, darting small kisses over their surface, moving in towards the nipples and then back out, teasing both myself and Abi.

I pulled away, still not having achieved my goal, and saw that Abi was standing with her eyes closed, breathing through her mouth. She felt me stop and opened her eyes and looked down, then cocked her head to one side as though to say "Go on then."

I moved back to my targets, lifting a hand to cup one and then both. They were full and heavy, firm and smooth and I opened my mouth and placed it directly over the nipple of her left breast, flicked my tongue out and teased her, then closed my lips and sucked on it hard. I had had a few girlfriends in college, but none of them anywhere near as gorgeous as Abi. Her nipples were rock hard and obviously very sensitive because I heard her hiss when I sucked the long nipple into my mouth, and her hand cupped the back of my head and pushed me against her. I transferred my attention to the right side, with the same response.

Then, growing bold, I dropped my right hand and cupped it over her sex. She jerked back suddenly, pulling away from me. I pulled away, scared I had gone too far.

"Wrong forfeit, bud," she said. "You lose..." She reached for her top and tucked herself back inside, turned and said, "Do me up, Jack."

I fumbled and finally managed to clip her back in. Relaxing a little now, I pressed myself against her back, deliberately pushing my swollen cock up against the crack of her ass, and cupping my hands back over her boobs.

Abi wriggled her butt on me and then pushed away.

She rolled over and stared at me, "We'd better watch we don't go too far," she said.

"I guess," I said.

"Of course," she smiled, "I haven't yet made my mind up how far that might be..." She flipped her feet so water splashed into my face and drifted away down the pool.

I pulled myself out and went towards the house.

"Going somewhere, cousin?" Abi called.

"I need a pee," I said.

"Oh," she said, "Is that all."

Ten minutes later I came back out to find her face down on the lounger, her bikini top undone again and pooled on the tiles.

"Oil my back," she said, holding up the suntan bottle.

"Christ, Abi," I said, "What are you trying to do to me?"

"I'm making up my mind," she said, and shook the bottle at me.

I took it and poured oil into my hands and started to work it over her back. She dropped her head back on to the pillow and gave a little murmur that sounded like "nice..."

Fuck it, I thought, she's teasing me now. I deliberately poured oil along her spine, letting it pool in the deep valley that ran down the centre of her muscled back, worked the oil outwards and then down to her bikini line, running my fingers just inside the waist, feeling the upward swell of her buttocks. Then I poured more oil and started to work on her legs, ankles first, gradually working my way up along the back of her knees, the outside of her thighs and then I ran an oiled hand up inside her thigh and let my fingers trace across the crease of her pussy. Abi made a little moan again and parted her legs slightly. I oiled the inside of her other thigh, ran my hand across her ass, lingering on the cleft between her cheeks.

"You're going to get oil all over my bottoms," Abi mumbled.

"You could always take them off," I said.

"I could," she replied. "But not right now." She lifted a little and looked at me over her shoulder. "They'll be back out soon."

I realised I had forgotten about Mom and Aunt Jessica. They had been gone ages, but Abi was right. Despite what we knew, it would still feel weird if they caught me oiling Abi's naked ass.

"D'you need another pee?" Abi said, smiling wickedly.

"Probably," I said, "but I'll manage." I handed the bottle back to her and lay on the adjacent lounger just in time as voices came from inside and the two sisters emerged. They had showered and changed into bikinis as well. There was now so much flesh on display, so much temptation, I didn't know where to look so I lay my head down and closed my eyes.

I heard Aunt Jessica say, "Abi, have you put suntan lotion on darling? I don't want you to burn."

"Jack did me," Abi said.

"Oh good. Did you do Jack as well?"

"No. He wouldn't let me." Abi said and I opened my eyes and caught her grinning under her arm at me.

"Abi, that's not fair. Jack could burn," my aunt said. I saw her feet move into view and then the lounger creak as she sat on the edge, "I'll put some on for you, Jack," she said.

I lay where I was and waited, then felt her small hands start to spread warm oil over my shoulders. She spread the oil outwards from my spine and then back, added more to her hands and worked her way down my sides and centre. When she reached my trunks she moved and started on my feet. I lay as still as I could and pretended this was all okay with me. Fuck, yes, it was okay with me.

My aunt's hands worked in the same way mine had on her daughter, up the back and outside of my thighs, then dipping inside and running along. When her fingers reached my ball sac they stopped and slid aside, but there was definite contact, and it was more than accidental.

She poured more oil and started again, working her way up. This time she let her hand rest for longer and her fingers curled around my balls and then pushed their way up to touch the base of my cock.

"Do you want me to do your front, Jack," my aunt asked, and I was sure there was laughter in her voice.

"Uh, no, I'm fine for now, thanks," I said.

"Okay then," she sighed and capped the suntan oil. She twisted as she moved to her own lounger, parting her legs directly in front of my face, hesitating a moment as though she needed to stretch a little, but I knew that she was displaying herself to me. The pale material of her bikini pants was stretched tight into the top of her legs, clearly cupping and outlining the full lips of her pussy. A small darker patch showed at the centre and I realised she had gotten wet while applying the oil to me.

She moved away and lay down and I heard her ask Mom if she wanted any oil.

"Later," Mom said, "I'm really comfortable just now."

Through lidded eyes I saw my aunt lift herself up, unclip her top and drop it on the tiles. She lay back down, but not before I had a full side view of her large breasts swaying as she lowered herself and then flattening as they met the lounger cushion.

I closed my eyes and tried to will my raging cock to go down, but it was at least half an hour before I dared turn over, by which time the strength had gone from both the sun and me. I got up and went into the house.

"He's going for a pee, I expect," I heard Abi say.

Once in the downstairs bathroom I dropped my trunks and my cock began to instantly harden. The constant arousal had poured pre-cum from me and the head of my cock was glistening. I didn't know how much more of this I could stand. I had never felt so turned on, so constantly, in my life. It felt good, but it also felt out of control.

I leaned back against the bathroom wall and closed my eyes, bringing visions of my cousin, my aunt and my mother into my mind as I slowly stroked my hardness in hand.

I was lost in the moment, waiting for that tickling sensation at the base of my cock that would tell me I was about to erupt when I suddenly heard the bathroom door open. My heart skipped a beat and I jerked upright against the wall. My Aunt Jessica stood in the doorway in just her bikini bottoms.

"Oh, sorry Jack, I didn't realise..." she stopped, glancing down. 

I realised my cock was still hard, still gripped in my hand. "I'm sorry, I... uh... I"

My aunt just smiled and pushed the door shut with her butt. She reached behind and turned the lock. I was sure I had locked the door as well, but obviously not.

"Has the sight of us all made you a little exited, Jack?"

"Um, Sorry, I don't know what..." I started, stalled, then gave up.

She stepped across to stand in front of me, the globes of her breasts swaying as she walked, her hard nipples erect at the tips. I let my hand drop away from my cock and left it jutting out between us. I could hardly breathe, just waiting.

"It's okay, Jack," she said. "It's only natural." She looked down, "You're very big, Jack. Really very big," she whispered, and then in one fluid movement went on her knees, reached with her hand and gripped me.

"Nice," she whispered again, and I felt her warm breath brush against my straining head.

She took a fingertip and wiped the fluid leaking from the slit in the head, pushed the tip of her finger just inside the hole and forced more fluid out, spread it around until my engorged head was coated in slick clear liquid.

I made a small noise deep in my throat and watched as she leaned forward and put the mushroom capped head between her lips. She licked all around it, wetting me more and then let me slide further inside her mouth. I pushed my hips forward, another inch sliding inside her warm moistness.

She leaned back until just the very tip of me touched her lips, then leaned forward and took me back. She did that several times, each time taking more of me inside her. I wondered when she would start to choke, but she took four inches, five, and then another inch.

She leaned back again and I popped out between her lips. "You're so big, Jack," she whispered. "I want to swallow it all..." She took me back inside and this time kept pressing forward. I pushed, beyond any control now and felt her lips push down against my pubic hair. She opened her mouth wide and slid her tongue out and licked my balls, then closed her lips around me again.

I rocked my hips into her face, withdrawing, pushing, and she stopped moving and let me slide in and out of her mouth, each thrust forward bringing the head of my cock bumping into the top of her throat.

I had never experienced anything like it before, my one other blow job paling in comparison. I knew I was close to coming, and started to pull out, but my aunt placed her hands on my butt and pulled me back hard into her mouth.

I gave into the sliding, wet, slippery moment until that feeling started, grew and I felt the first jet explode up the length of me and into her mouth. She grunted and swallowed, taking it all and I let jet after jet of my cum deep into her mouth. As my cock became super sensitive I pulled back, and she tried to follow, but I had skipped out of her and the last jet missed her mouth and splashed onto her chin and then dripped onto her breasts.

"Oh my God," I groaned, and felt my knees collapse underneath me. I fell into a heap, my legs splayed out around my aunt.

"Thank you, Jack," she said. "That was absolutely wonderful. I've wanted to do that since the moment you arrived."

"You have?" I said, surprised.

"Oh yes," she said. "I haven't tasted cum for so long now, and I love the taste, love your taste."

"That was amazing, Aunt Jessie"

She laughed, "I think you really can drop the aunt now, don't you?"

I laughed too, then reached across and cupped her breast in my hand. It was bigger than Mom's, almost as large as Abi's but softer. The dark pink aureole around her nipples was large and puffy looking and I wanted to suck them.

She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth and I tasted my own cum on her lips, then she stood up and put her fingers inside her bikini pants. She looked down into my eyes and I nodded. She peeled them down to reveal a completely shaved pussy. She lifted her left leg to allow me a better view, then looked around and sat on the edge of the bath, parting her legs for me.

"My turn now, Jack," she whispered.

For a moment I had a weird feeling of disassociation because she looked so much like my mother, and she was leaning back exposing her full naked body to me. Then suddenly I didn't care. My aunt, my mother, I would have taken the same action with either of them at that moment, in that situation.

I slid across the tiled floor to kneel between her thighs and bent my head to her sex. My tongue licked along the inside of her thigh, then up along her plump pussy lips. She was soaking wet and her fluids dripped down her thighs in glistening trails. I dipped my tongue into her wetness and licked all along her slit from the bottom to the top, then let my tongue lick around her hard clit.

She groaned and her hand gripped the back of my head. "Harder, Jack, be harder with me," she gasped.

I nipped her clit with my teeth and she groaned again, then I slid a finger inside her. 

She was pumping her hips against my mouth now, moaning loudly, and I wondered if she could be heard outside. I slid two and then three fingers into her hot pussy, my tongue and lips pulling at the hard nub of her clitoris.

I took my other hand and started to rub along the fold of her ass. Amazingly she parted her legs even further, offering me access to the small bud cradled there. I moistened a finger in my mouth and then touched her asshole, ran the moisture around it and then pushed inside.

Jessica groaned loudly and started to pump wildly against me. I tried to keep my lips against her clit but it was becoming more and more difficult. My other hand was pushing and I slid the entire length of my index finger into her ass.

"I'm cumming now!" she hissed, "Fuck yes, I'm cumming."

Her pussy flattened against my face and I felt her shudder. Her sphincter tightened around my finger and with a final thrust she came against my face, spurting clear juice onto my mouth. I had never seen a woman squirt like that before, and it made me instantly hard again. She pumped again and I saw a jet of fluid emerge in a spray from between her pussy lips. I leant down and sucked it into my mouth, tasting my beautiful aunt.

It took her at least two minutes before she could say anything, and then she kissed me deeply on the mouth.

"I'm not sure how good an idea that was, Jack, but I'm glad we did it."

"Me too, Jessie", I said.

She hugged me tight. "Just one thing. If you ever put your cock in my daughter's mouth, you might want to tell her before you come. I don't know if she likes to swallow as much as I do."

With that she got up, wiped herself dry with a towel and pulled her discarded bikini pants on, unlocked the door and went back out. I heard the lock turn again, and realised she was using a coin to lock it from the other side. So I had locked the door after all, I thought, and burst out laughing.




Jessica's Secret Diary



I slept late again the following morning and was woken by my aunt and mother tiptoeing through the room.

"Going out?" I mumbled.

"Sorry," Mom said, "We tried not to wake you. Jessica's booked a sailing lesson for us. We'll be out until this evening. There's a note for you on the kitchen table." She kissed my cheek and left the room.

"See you," Jessica said, and followed her. I heard the front door open, then my aunt say, "Go ahead to the car, Sam, I've forgotten my purse."

Jessica came back into the shaded living room and directly to me. She knelt down and kissed me, forcing her tongue between my teeth. Her hand slid under the sheet and grabbed my cock and I felt it twitch and start to harden.

She broke the contact. "Have a good day," she said, grinning, and left.

I collapsed back onto the bed and groaned. What a fucking family!

I drifted back to a half sleep, jerked awake by images of what I wanted to do with my aunt, my cousin... and, I finally admitted, my mother.

I heard floorboards creak above me and knew Abi was awake. I wondered if we had been left alone on purpose. If this was going to be the day... 

I heard Abi moving around upstairs, then go into her mother's room. She would be reading the diary, maybe using her Mom's vibrator again. I wondered if I should get up and join her, but before I could do that I dozed again into an erotic dream about her.

I started awake again to hear Abi running down the stairs. She came straight across to me, still in the sleeveless tee and panties she slept in. Yes, I thought, sitting up.

She came at me quickly and slapped me hard, really hard, across the face.

"You fucking bastard!" she hissed.

I jumped up and away from her.

"Abi, what the-"

"You fucked my mother!" she shouted. "You fucking fucked my Mom!" She threw the open journal at me.

"I don't know what to say, Abi"

"The fuck you don't!" she cried, then she dropped to her knees and started to cry, her shoulders heaving.

"Abi..." I started.

She held a hand out, palm towards me, "Just don't!" she coughed between tears.

I picked up the journal and opened it to the last page.

I know I shouldn't have, but the temptation was too much and I could never resist temptation. I knew what Jack had gone to do, so I unlocked the door and "pretended" to surprise him. My God, his cock is huge – it must be the biggest cock I've ever seen, at least eight inches long and thick around.

Once I saw that thing I was lost. It's been such a long time since I've had a man. It's over two years since Mike died, and I needed someone. He tasted wonderful, and he came so much I thought I was going to choke...

"Abi," I said again. "I'm sorry."

"You fucked my Mom!" she said between sobs.

"Well, I didn't exactly fuck her," I said.

"Fucking her mouth doesn't count then?" she cried.

"Look..."

"No. Just..." she shook her head, searching for the words. "Just don't say a thing. I wanted you to – I wanted to – oh fuck!" she cried and ran back upstairs.

I lay against the cushions and listened to her stamping around. Ten minutes later she came back down, threw me a dark look and stormed out. The front door slammed and I was alone.

I felt everything starting to crumble around me. Yesterday Abi had been all over me and now here I was alone.

I got up and wondered around, made up the bed, started to eat breakfast and discovered I wasn't hungry. Finally I put on my running shorts and a tee and went out. I ran harder and faster than I had for a long time, feet flying, body working until came to the beach and sat for hours watching the waves, the water, specks of boats out to sea and I wondered if one of them held my aunt and mother.

I finally went home as it was growing dark. The house was still empty.

I was hungry and made myself a sandwich.

At a quarter to eight the front door opened and Abi came in. She glanced at me, gave me a crooked smile and then came across and put her arms around me, rested her head on my chest.

"Jack, I'm sorry, that wasn't fair."

I kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Abi. I didn't mean it to happen, it just..."

"I was jealous," she mumbled into my chest.

"What?"

"I wanted to be the first to fuck you, Jack."

"Oh"

"I've always wanted you," she said, "Since... well, since forever. I've never been with anyone else, I wanted to wait for you."

"That's... sweet," I said. "But did you really think... I mean, we're first cousins..."

"That doesn't matter to me. I only ever wanted you." She looked up at me now, and I became aware of her breasts pressing against my chest. I lifted her chin and kissed her softly on the mouth. She responded, lifting into me, and I put my hand in the curve of her waist and pulled her closer.

"Jack, I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

She pushed me back onto the couch, reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She stepped across and straddled me, fumbled with my shorts and felt inside. I had not underwear on and her fingers found my cock and pulled it free. She straddled me and I felt the hot wetness of her pussy lips part around the head of my cock. She sighed and smiled and lowered herself onto me.

"One thing, Jack," she said into my neck as she kissed me there, "I'm not on the pill, so you can't come inside me. Not today."

"I'll try not to," I said.

"I wouldn't mind if you did," she whispered, "but try..." She started to push against me and I lifted my hands inside her sweatshirt and felt her breasts inside her bra. I had come a lot the last few days, and I felt I could hold out for a while, and I wanted to be careful for Abi.

"I won't come inside you," I said. "Where do you want me to come, Abi?"

"On my face," she whispered. "I want your cum all over my face. When you're ready, I'd like that."

I kissed her, and at that moment we both heard the front door open. 

Abi jumped back and I felt myself pop out of her. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up, forcing my erect penis back inside them. Abi pulled her skirt down and then grabbed her discarded panties and stuffed them down the side of a cushion.

By the time my Mom and Aunt Jessica came in we were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa.

They looked windblown and sun burned. Mom's cheeks were red despite the heavy sunscreen she had worn, and she was rocking her head from side to side. She walked stiffly across to the other sofa and dropped into it, then groaned.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"Stiff," she said. "Who would have thought sailing could be so hard!"

I got up and went around behind her and started to knead her shoulders with my fingers, something I had done for as long as I could remember and which she always loved.

"Where does it hurt, Mom?" I asked.

She laughed. "It hurts everywhere! My shoulders, my back, my legs, my chest, my stomach, even my butt! But that's nice, Jack. You've always been good with your fingers."

Aunt Jessica looked at us and disappeared upstairs. I worked the tips of my fingers deeper into the stiff muscles in Mom's shoulders. After a couple of minutes Jessica came back down with a large towel and a bottle of pale golden oil.

She laid the towel out on the floor and said, "Sam, come here and lie down. I've got this really nice massage oil and Jack can do your back properly if you're lying down."

"Oh, I don't want to be any trouble," Mom said.

"It's no trouble." Jessica and I spoke the same words, almost at once, then laughed. I pushed against Mom's shoulders and said, "Come on, Mom, it'll do you good."

"Okay then," she said, and slid off the couch and onto the towel. The top of her head and tips of her toes just extended beyond the edges.

Jessica knelt beside her and pulled at her loose top. "Let me take this off you, Sam. You'll be more comfortable."

Mom lifted her head and looked at her, then nodded slowly. "K...". Mom's eyes were lidded as though she was about to fall asleep, but they were also a little glazed, and she sounded out of it. 

Jessica tugged the loose top up and over Mom's shoulders. Mom lay back down with her head resting on her arms. Her long slim back tapered down to her narrow waist and then bloomed into her hips which disappeared into the big canvas shorts she wore. The strap of her bra cut white across her pale skin, leaving a hollow where it ran over her spine.

"Here Jack, this is good," Jessica said and handed me the large bottle of oil. I unscrewed it and poured a small amount into my hands, rubbed it between my palms. A subtle aroma of ginger and other spices filled the space around us. I leaned forward and began to work my fingers and thumbs into the hard knots of muscle in Mom's shoulders. I worked the tops of her arms and then the spine along her neck before starting on the big deltoid muscles of her back. 

I had to push her bra strap down to get at the tail of each muscle, and then push it up as I worked down to her waist.

Jessica had gone back to the couch and sat watching us, her arm around Abi's shoulders, Abi's head leaning against her mother.

I found a particularly hard knot of muscle in the middle of Mom's back and dug my thumbs into it. Mom grunted and jumped and I said, "Sorry, too hard?"

"No," she mumbled, "too good." She reached around and snapped a finger under her bra strap, as if to ease it. I dug my thumbs in again and then Mom snapped her bra strap again, and I realised she was giving me her permission.

My fingers were shaking a little as I lifted the strap and fumbled with the catch, but on the second try I released it and laid the straps aside. Mom lifted her head and shoulders and pulled her bra away from herself then lay back down.

I poured more oil into my hands and ran them the full length of her naked back from shoulder to buttocks and back and she sighed. "Better?" I asked.

"Wonderful," she muttered.

I worked my fingers hard into all the knots until her back finally felt like silk, then leaned towards her and said, "Roll over, I'll do your front."

"Front?" she said into her arms.

"You said your stomach hurt. And your chest."

She nodded and I helped her turn. She smiled sleepily up at me and lay on her back, exposing the firm globes of her breasts to me. Her nipples were puckered and small at the centres, but in the rush of cooler air against them I saw them twitch and begin to stiffen.

I moved around so I was kneeling above her head, my knees almost touching her ears. I began to work the top of her shoulders. I oiled the hard bone of her clavicle and then began to work more energetically into the muscle that lay beneath the upper swell of her breasts. I was touching only the first rise for now, but her nipples began to respond and filled slowly, rising from the puffy aureole.

I ran my hands down their sides, toying with the fullness of them for a moment, then beneath and over her stomach. Muscles fluttered and jumped and Mom said, "Tickles."

"Sorry"

"No...nice tickle."

I applied more oil and moved further down, over her navel, dipping a finger inside and oiling the deep vertical cleft, moved on down to the top of her shorts and ran my finger along the waistband. Then I leaned back, took the oil and poured a small stream over her left breast, directly on the nipple. Mom jumped and her eyes opened, stared at me and then slowly closed again. "Mmm," she murmured.

I gently placed a finger tip into the oil where it had run down across her breast and started to rub it in and around, working my way inwards until my fingertip brushed a nipple.

I repeated the process with her right breast, and then began to stroke both hands up from her stomach, over the rising globes of their undersides until my palms cupped her stiffening nipples.

Mom sighed and whispered, "Harder, Jack..."

I pressed more firmly, rolling her breasts beneath my palms, pulling on her nipples which now stood rock hard. I realised that as I worked I was rocking my hips backwards and forwards, dry humping the top of my mother's head.

I was falling into the same daze as she was, and shook my head to clear it. My aunt and cousin were still on the sofa and now Abi lifted her skirt to display her pussy and began to stroke her fingers lightly over the puffed lips. Jessica had undone her shorts and pulled them open and I could see the top of her white panties. She was slowly unbuttoning her blouse and had freed half of the buttons at the top, her lace bra cupping those large breasts.

Jessica saw me watching and smiled, came across to us again. As she stood her shorts gaped and she wriggled and let them shuck down over her hips. She knelt down next to Mom.

"I'm going to take your shorts off, Sam. So Jack can massage your legs, okay?"

"Mm, good," Mom murmured.

Jessica unbuttoned Mom's shorts and slid the zip down along the front. She tugged, and Mom lifted her hips to allow the stiff canvas material to slide down and over her thighs. Jessica tugged them off and tossed them aside. She came back up and put her fingers into the elastic of Mom's panties. She tugged and waited, and after a moment Mom lifted her hips again. The thin white material slid down, revealing her shaved pussy.

God, I thought, in this entire family there's not a single pubic hair. It was wonderful. I had tried to get a couple of girlfriends to shave down there for me, but they were always against it. Now I had seen three beautiful, naked pussies.

I applied more oil to my hands and shuffled down so I could reach Mom's legs. I was now sitting astride her breasts and could feel them pushing against my inner thighs.

I oiled one leg first, running my hands from the knee upwards, digging in my thumbs and loosening the muscle. I ran my hand up the thigh, drawing my fingertips aside just before they brushed her pussy lips then running my hand up the hard bone of her hips and back down.

I performed the same manoeuvre on the other leg, then spread oil over her lower stomach, again my finger almost but not quite touching her sex.

Suddenly, I felt my Mom's hands on my legs, sliding up. She raised them and cupped by ass cheeks.

Jessica had stayed beside us, sitting back on her heels, watching closely. Now she smiled and said, "Jack, those shorts look awfully uncomfortable. They're way too tight."

I looked at her.

"Let me help you," she said, and started to reach for me, but then I heard Mom whisper from behind me, "No Jessica, I'll do it. You help your daughter."

Jessica smiled and leaned over, planted a wide mouthed kiss on me. She crawled back to the sofa and started to kiss her daughter's thigh high up. I could see how wet Abi had become, and the room was filled with the smell of oil and sex pheromones.

Mom's hands tried to reach the front of my shorts but my position made it difficult, so I raised myself up and moved back so I was positioned above her head again. Her eyes were open and gazed upwards at me. She reached for the clip on my shorts and clicked it open, then undid the four buttons that held the front closed. My shorts fell open at the front to reveal the nakedness of my stomach and the top of my pubic hair.

"Jack, where's your underwear?"

"I didn't think I'd need any," I said.

Mom smiled. "Maybe not."

Her slim fingers slid inside the front of my shorts and began to push them sideways and down. My cock was so hard she could not slide the material over it. I reached a hand down to twist it out but she stopped me, slid her own hand in and grasped my hard member and eased it from the material. My cock sprang into the open air and almost hit her nose. 

I lifted myself so that Mom could pull my shorts off.

"My beautiful boy," she murmured.

I leaned forward again, not caring now what happened, and reached for her sex. My oiled fingers slid down her stomach, over her navel, further to the soft slim inside of her thigh. I touched the plump outer lips of her shaved pussy and she sighed. I ran my hand up and down outside the lips, then across them. Finally I slid one finger lightly along the centre opening, still closed tight by the full lips of my mother's pussy.

As I leaned forward I felt my cock slide along Mom's forehead and cheek to lie alongside her nose, the length of it covering her face. My balls rested in her hair, my cock head touched her chin. She turned her head only very slightly and I felt her kiss me lightly just beneath the engorged head. I was leaking fluid onto her chin, and when I looked back to watch her lips working along my shaft, I could see that her face was becoming slick with my emissions.

I reached down and parted the lips of her sex, slid a finger inside once quickly all the way to the knuckle, then back out to spread her juices over the hard nub of her clitoris. As I reached down, leaning forward to see my fingers inside my mother, my cock moved with me and suddenly I felt lips on my ball sac, and then Mom was sucking a whole ball into her mouth, first one and then another, licking them until they dripped with her saliva, rocking her head so she wetted her cheeks and nose and mouth. She licked them again and then pushed me further down and licked behind my balls in the second most sensitive spot a man has. Her tongue played and rolled around in the space between my balls and my asshole and then, for one brief moment flicked and licked directly across my ass.

I was trying hard not to come, and was determined to last as long as I possibly could. I wanted to fuck my Mom so much, but not straight away, I wanted to be slow, I wanted to play with her for a little longer yet.

I pulled upwards and back, removing myself from her tongue. Her head tried to rise with me, wanting more, but I moved more quickly.

"Jack," she muttered, but that was all.

"Turn over Mom."

"Over?" she said.

"I haven't done your butt yet. You said that hurt too."

"Does hurt," she muttered, "Needs a massage." She began to roll over and I watched as she raised herself and then lay on her stomach. I moved around and down the length of her and knelt with my knees either side of her thighs.

I took the bottle and poured oil directly over the round globes of her ass then quickly began to spread it beneath my palms, cupping and rolling her wonderful cheeks in my hands.

Despite almost all of my attention being taken with my mother, I managed to glance across to the others.

Jessica had removed Abi's skirt and her own panties and they were sitting side by side with their fingers stroking their sex, watching as I did things to my mother a son should not be doing.

I turned my attention back, and felt the pressure of my mother's thighs push against my knees. She was trying to open her legs and I was preventing it. I lifted one leg to allow her thigh to part, then dropped it back inside them, moved the other to allow her to open her other leg wider. She twisted, sliding one leg upwards bent at the knee and opening both of her holes to my view.

I poured oil directly into the crack of her ass and she gasped as it ran over her puckered asshole and down over her pussy. I slid my fingers along the inside of her thighs, dipped them into her pussy and spread the oil inside her, then withdrew and slid then them along the cleft between her cheeks. I ran a fingertip around the outside of her asshole, up to her waist and then down again.

Mom lifted her hips towards me as my finger slid back down and this time I rested the tip directly over the opening of her anus. She pushed back and my fingertip slipped inside her ass. She sighed deeply.

With my other hand I poured a little more oil onto her and slid my finger deeper. I now had the gorgeous sight of my mother's full cheeks parted, slick oil covering their entire surface, and my right index finger dipped into her tight asshole as far as the knuckle.

I slid my left hand down and cupped her sex, then dipped two fingers inside her. I began to work her seriously, slipping my fingers all the way in at the front, pushing my other finger into her ass, drawing it out so that the tip rested once more on the very outside of her budded hole, then pushing in again. Each time I pushed I went deeper until I could not get any more of my finger inside.




Jessica's Secret Diary



I worked both holes and Mom began to push her ass up and down on to my finger and her breath was now coming in harsh gasps.

"Jack," she grunted, "Oh Jack, you're going to make me cum!"

I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Good"

"I want to cum, Jack," she gasped.

As I leaned towards her my cock slid along her thigh and caught for a moment then sprang on and slipped over the cheek of her ass.

Mom began to shake, gently at first and then more and more violently. She cried out, "I'm cumming Jack, oh fuck yes I'm cumming now."

I rubbed my two hands rapidly inside both of her holes and felt her tighten around them and then she was screaming a long "Ahhhh" and I felt fluid gush out of her pussy across my hand, her ass tighten convulsively on my finger. She shook wildly, then let out a deep groan and collapsed on her front.

I lay down on top of her, resting my raging cock along the crack of her ass.

"Oh Jack, that was wonderful," she muttered as she turned her head to look at my face lying beside hers. She strained across and kissed me. "I love you, Jack."

"I love you Mom."

I felt her ass push back against me, slippery and slick from the oil, my cock sliding along the length of her crack.

"I want more," she whispered, and pushed back again.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I want you inside me, Jack," she replied.

I lifted myself and lowered my cock to just touch the outside of her pussy lips. She pushed herself back and the engorged mushroom head parted her lips and slid inside.

I felt her reach back and take me in her hand, move the head of my cock out and away.

"Not there," she said. Her hand moved my cock and I felt the head placed against her asshole. "Fuck me here, Jack."

"Mom...?"

"Fuck my asshole, Jack."

I lifted myself up and looked at my beautiful mother displayed beneath me. I took more oil and poured it onto her ass, put some on my hand and oiled my cock. I turned my head, and both Jessica and Abi were watching us. They were now completely naked, sitting on the edge of the couch, fingering themselves. They looked at me watching them, then turned and kissed each other full on the mouth. When Jessica turned back she looked down at my cock, where the engorged head rested on my mother's asshole, and nodded, smiling.

I applied pressure and my cock popped away and slid along her crack.

I gripped it and moved the head back, held it there while I pushed, and watched as my mother's tight asshole opened and I saw an inch of my cock slide inside her.

Mom sighed deeply, and her thighs parted more widely and she pushed back so that another inch disappeared inside.

She was tight, the sphincter giving only reluctantly to my pressure, and then suddenly the fattened head of my cock slipped through and I slid deeper inside her. The tight muscles of her asshole gripped each section of my cock as I pushed, deeper, deeper until I could not get any further in. It felt as though the tip of my cock was pressing against her diaphragm I was so far embedded in my mother's ass.

I felt her hips move beneath me and began to rock with my own rhythm, pulling out and then back in. At one point I pulled all the way back and rested my cock head again against her opening, then pushed down and slid with one slow movement to bury myself completely inside her again. 

She started to shake again and I realised she was starting to cum. I pushed deep inside her, pumping my hips against her ass cheeks and she cried out and tightened around me, squeezing hard.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls. I had managed to hold out until now, but this was too much. I was fucking my mother, fucking my mother in her ass, and she loved it!

"Come inside me, Jack," Mum kissed, "Fuck my ass! Shoot it all in my ass!"

I built up a regular rhythm that became faster and faster. My balls began to ache, began to boil, and I felt myself losing all control.

"I'm cumming, Mom!" I cried.

"Oh my darling, yes, fill my asshole now!"

I exploded deep inside her, felt the thick jets of cum spurt from my cock inside her. I pushed, I pumped, I came harder and longer than I had ever come before, pouring stream after stream of my cum into her ass. Mom cried out and instantly climaxed again.

When at last I had shot the last of my seed into her I collapsed onto her back, my cock still buried inside her, slowly softening. Mom wriggled her slippery butt under me and I smiled and kissed her neck, reached around and cupped a breast in my hand.

"Thank you, darling," she whispered. "It's been too long since I've been fucked like that." And I realised that had not been just a present to me, but to herself as well, that she liked being fucked in the ass.

I pulled my softening cock out of her ass and collapsed on my side.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see my aunt kneeling beside me. She leaned across and kissed me, then turned and kissed her sister deeply on the mouth. I watched as their lips opened and tongues darted around each other.

I looked at Abi and offered her my hand and she came to us and kissed my mother, kissed her mother, and then kissed me.

Two more weeks, I thought. Yes...