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My Twin Cousin

By: DoctorHook



It was nearly dusk when I arrived at the lake house. It had been a long drive and I was anxious to see my family. Grabbing my bag on the front seat, I climbed out of the car, eager to stretch my legs. As I made my way up to the house I could hear laughter and familiar voices from around back, where the dock was. My spirits soared at the thought of reuniting with my cousins once again for a fun weekend! I rounded the corner, dropping my bag by the back door, when Nicky spotted me.

"Jet!" he exclaimed, causing the others to stop and look my way. I was nearest to Bradley, who gave me a high-five as I walked toward the rest of my cousins on the patio.

"Look who's here!" Emma yelled into the house.

I shook Nicky's hand, while simultaneously giving a hug to Trish, then Emma. I shook hands with Jeff and his girlfriend, Bridget. Jenny came out through the sliding glass door with a big smile and trotted across the brick patio in her bare feet, making a beeline for me. She slammed into me in a warm embrace. Like an old familiar scent can hurl you back in time, the familiar touch of my cousin sent me blissfully into the comfort of my childhood.

"It's good to see you," she said into my neck.

"You too," I whispered back and meant it.

Jenny and I had always been very close. Our mothers were sisters and Jenny and I were the same age--literally born on the same day in the same hospital. One could call us quasi-twins. That's how our families liked to think of us, referring to us as "the twins" and even giving us similar names--Jen and Jet. I'm an only child, so she was the closest thing I ever had to a sister. We grew up in the same neighborhood, spending a lot of time at each other's house.

Jenny was a loving person who gave frequent hugs and liked holding hands. I never minded holding her hand. I loved her like a sister, but never despised her like siblings do when they are young, because unlike most siblings, I had a crush on my "twin" pretty much my whole life. Being close to her always felt good, but also stirred some deeper feelings within that I didn't quite understand as a child. I felt attracted to her, but didn't know what to make of it at such a young age. I always knew it was wrong to think of a family member that way, but she was such a pretty girl I couldn't help it. I certainly never intended to act on my feelings of attraction, it was just a thing I always kept to myself.

"How long can you stay?" she asked me, as we sat down on the patio loveseat. 

"Until Sunday, you?"

"Same. I can't believe I'm with you!" she said excitedly.

God, she was pretty! Bright hazel eyes that matched her long, dark, highlighted hair, a light complexion and a perpetual smile on her face augmented her carefree, loving personality.

Jenny was the kind of person you just had to love if you knew her. She would do anything for a friend, even making personal sacrifices for the benefit of others. When Jenny was unable to go to her junior prom, she asked her boyfriend to take one of her close girlfriends, who didn't have a date, to spare her the humiliation of going dateless. Her friend and her boyfriend hit it off like old hat at the prom, and ended up dating that summer. Jenny never harbored any ill will toward either of them, and blew it off like he wasn't her type anyway. I knew better.

"I missed you," I said, taking her hand. She squeezed my hand hard in a secret embrace to share the sentiment. I knew she missed me too. Jenny had moved away to Denver after college to start a new career. I never moved far from home, and I always wished she would come back, but that was for selfish reasons. I hadn't seen her in almost two years.

"Do you want a beer?" she asked.

"Yes. I don't care what kind."

She leaped out of the loveseat and headed for the kitchen behind the sliding glass door. I impulsively turned my head to watch her walk away. Tucked tightly inside her jean shorts was the most beautiful round ass I think I had ever laid eyes on. A sliver of her bare back could be seen above her shorts and below her white spaghetti-strap top. It felt very strange to be looking at Jenny this way. I simultaneously felt aroused and ashamed.

I don't think I had ever really permitted myself to look at her in any way other than love. Even crushing on her didn't seem sexual to me. I just knew I loved her. But now, it suddenly occurred to me that she wasn't just pretty, she was sexy. As a child, she was rail-thin, even through high school. It wasn't until college that her body really started to change. No longer the skinny little girl from my childhood, she had blossomed into a beautiful 24-year-old woman.

I got up and followed her into the kitchen. She pulled a bottle from the fridge and twisted off the cap for me. "The place hasn't changed much," she observed, handing me the beer. The lake house where my grandparents used to live was one of my favorite spots on the planet. It sat on the shore of a decent-sized inland lake in western Michigan. My cousins and I all loved it there, having spent lots of time at the lake when we were kids. Now that our grandparents were gone, the place just sort of ended up being owned by the whole family and became the weekend getaway destination for the offspring of their five kids. Once or twice a year, usually during the summer, a few of my cousins and I would spend the weekend there just hanging out, taking boat rides, playing on the jet skis and getting some sun.

"Is the pool table still in the garage?" she inquired, grabbing my hand and leading me through the living room and out the door that led to the garage. I flipped the switch, turning on the bar room fixture that hung over the old pool table on which I had played a thousand games. A well-used chalk block rested on the edge of the table. "Rack 'em," she ordered, grabbing the nearest cue stick.

I dutifully slid the rack out of its slot and gathered the balls for a game of 8-ball. She chalked the tip of her stick and leaned over for the break. Her loose top hung open as she bent over the table, exposing her lacy C-cup bra struggling to hold in her creamy breasts. My knees grew weak and I momentarily had to sit down on a bar stool. She broke the rack, sinking the seven ball and walked around to my side of the table to get a shot on the two. As she bent over for the shot I got another view of her perfect apple-shaped behind. God, she was so...

I felt like slapping myself. What a fucking tool I was! She was my cousin--even closer than a cousin, with whom I had shared laughs, tears, secrets, milkshakes and toys since the time we were toddlers. She was my best friend growing up and all my best childhood memories involved her. And now I was lusting after her like some douche in a bar. Get a fucking clue, I told myself. And a girlfriend, for crissake!

I put my game face on and took a shot at the eleven-ball, sinking it in the corner.

"How is Amy? Are you guys still together?", she asked, referring to my long-time girlfriend. We had broken up six months ago.

"Not since January. I think I was her New-Year's anti-resolution," I said jokingly. I sunk the ten in the side. 

She reached out and touched my waist. "I'm sorry," she said with concern in her voice. "You two were together a long time."

"It's really okay. People grow apart, you know?" I was comforted by her hand on my waist.

"I know, but you really loved her." She moved her hand up to my back and rubbed gently.

"It was for the best; I wouldn't have been happy in the long run. How is the space race?" I asked, abruptly changing the subject. I didn't really understand what she did, but I knew he worked in the aerospace industry. She was very bright.

"Work's been good. I'm on an exciting project developing a new space telescope. I've had zero time for a social life, but I'm enjoying my job." She stopped rubbing my back, but kept her hand on my waist. She was standing very close to me.

"Boyfriends?" I asked with a sly grin.

"A few dates, not much else. Like I said, zero social life," she laughed.

"That's a shame. You will make some lucky guy very happy one day."

She blushed a little at this suggestion. "I guess my standards are too high," she laughed. "Nobody treats me like you do."

I felt a tickle in my chest when she said that. The suggestion that she was comparing her romantic relationships to ours filled me with surprised elation. My becalmed soul suddenly filled its sails.

"I don't know of any other way to treat you," I said. And I really meant it. I wanted nothing but happiness for her.

"My job has been rewarding; I haven't really felt a need for a relationship. I didn't really think I was missing anything in my life until I saw you tonight," she admitted.

There was a pause while that sunk into my brain. "I...I didn't know you thought of me that way," I stammered.

"How else would I think of you? I've never been closer to anyone. You know I love you," Jenny said sweetly.

"Yes, of course. It's just that--" I swallowed hard.

"Come on," she prodded with a smile. "Don't hold back on me."

"I had a crush on you as long as I can remember," I admitted. "I never knew you felt the same way about me. Why didn't I realize this?"

"Jeez, Einstein, do I have to spell it out?" she teased. "You mean you were never tipped off by how when we played house, we always had to be married, or when we were alone, I always made you hold my hand, or when we were in high school I used to kiss you goodbye when nobody was watching?"

"But, I liked all that stuff too," I said. Then it dawned on me that she was always the one introducing the loving tone to our relationship.

"Oh my God, you started it!" I said like a little kid. "Here I thought I was just crushing on you the whole time."

She put her other hand on my waist and pulled me toward her, putting her head on my shoulder, facing my neck. "I missed you," she whispered, her hot breath pouring into me. I could feel the temperature of her face rising as it was pressed against my neck, wetting my skin with her tears. I was overcome with emotion by my beautiful cousin's honest admission. Tears began to well up in my own eyes and I kissed her head. We stood for a minute or so in a loving embrace. I missed her more than I had realized.

"Maybe we should have just married each other," she joked, wiping her eyes.

I laughed, not thinking it was funny at all. She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes serious. She kissed me tenderly on the mouth, like she used to do when we played house as kids -- like we were in love. But I knew that kind of love wasn't possible. No matter how we felt about each other, there were boundaries that we mustn't cross.

We smiled at each other, relishing the sweet memories that suddenly emerged with that kiss. The gentle loving nature of Jenny had a way of making everything seem okay. Just then a burst of laughter erupted from outside, interrupting our nostalgia with present day reality. "Let's see what the others are doing," I suggested.

Holding her hand, I led her out the side door of the garage to the path that led around back to the patio. The rest of the evening we all spent chit-chatting and reuniting over beer and Nicky's killer salsa and hot dogs on the grill. My mind never wandered far from Jenny. I thought about how my love for her was not just a crush, but turned out to be mutual. I thought about how we rediscovered our closeness tonight. I thought about how her sexy naked body would look straddled over mine. I had a problem. There was no doubt.

When she talked to others with her back to me, I kept stealing glances, admiring her beautiful legs, following her firm calves with my eyes up to her widening thighs, all the way up to where they disappeared under her tight jean shorts. All I could do was imagine her creamy-white ass under those shorts. What it must feel like. What she would look like bent over in front of me.

What was wrong with me? I knew this obsession would do nothing but harm our relationship, but stifling these feelings became unbearably difficult. My imagination kept getting the better of me and I had to discreetly adjust my pants to camouflage the hard-on that would appear. Being around her was like bliss and torture at the same time. Why did I do this to myself? Jenny loved me as much as I loved her, but my love was mixed with lust. I felt alone in that regard. The lust was in my head, not hers.

As our first evening drifted into night, it became apparent that some of us would have to share bedrooms, because there were more of us than usual. Bradley had already gone to sleep in the small bedroom with the single bed and Nicky was passed out on the couch. Jeff and his girlfriend, Bridget took the room with the queen size bed. That left Emma, Trish, Jenny and myself with two bedrooms left. One had a king size, which was the master bedroom, and one had a full size bed and an old daybed that Trish had donated to the house. This was a little awkward for me, being the only guy left, so I let the ladies sort it out. Emma and Trish were sisters, so it seemed natural for them to share the king size bed. That left Jenny and me to share the room with the two beds. She said this was alright with her and suggested that I take the full bed since I was bigger and she would sleep on the day bed. I concurred. 

I wasn't quite sure what to make of our new sleeping arrangement. On the one hand I was excited about the opportunity to be close to Jenny, but I was nervous about how to behave in such an intimate situation. What did she think about this? She didn't seem to mind, as she never put up any objection to us sharing a room. Indeed, she seemed more concerned about not ending up with Emma, who had a reputation in the family for being a loud snorer.

With the sleeping arrangements settled, we said our goodnights and gradually wandered off to our bedrooms. Jenny was in the bathroom one door down getting changed and I stripped down to my boxers and a tee-shirt and climbed into bed, leaving on the light switch on the wall. I could say I left the light on for Jenny to find her way to bed, but truthfully, leaving the light on meant I could catch a discreet glimpse of what Jenny was wearing to bed before she turned off the light. To my delight, her attire didn't disappoint. Barefoot, she walked into the bedroom wearing only a smooth white nightie that came down to about mid-thigh. I could see her pert breasts swaying under the gratifyingly thin fabric of her nightgown as she walked. She noticed me looking at her and looked down at her feet with a smile. Embarrassed, I averted my gaze. "Goodnight," I said.

"Goodnight," she replied. As she turned her back to me, my eyes went straight to the bottom third of her nightgown and I was delighted to see it was sticking to her backside, hugging the very shape of her round ass, even retreating into her crack a little, betraying the fact that she was not wearing any underwear. It didn't take much effort to imagine her standing there naked. And then she flipped the switch.

Dim silver light from the gibbous moon shone through the window beside my bed, hitting the white sheets and gently illuminating the room with a pale glow. I watched her, my eyes still used to bright light, glide across the room, seeing only her white nightgown appear to float like a ghost. The daybed was on an adjacent wall at the foot of my bed. I heard the springs creak as she climbed onto the mattress and watched the white nightgown disappear as she pulled the sheets over her body. I lay still, thinking only about the fleeting glimpse I had gotten of her beautiful ass in that thin nightie.

Twenty minutes later, I was still wide awake. Thinking pleasant thoughts, like Jenny wearing her pretty nightgown, would normally help me drift off to blissful sleep. But tonight nothing was working. I surmised Jenny was having a similar experience in the other bed, as she was tossing and turning as well. Finally, Jenny broke the silence.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"I'm thinking about you," I replied.

"Are they happy thoughts?" she asked.

"Yes, mostly."

"Why just mostly?" she teased.

"It feels like a sleepover, like when we were kids, except now--"

"Except now we're not pretending we're married," she said, finishing my thought.

"Isn't it stupid to be bothered by that? I mean, I really miss the way I felt back then," I confided. "Being together with you again feels just like when we were kids, but now with real-world constraints."

Jenny leaned up on her elbow. "I have an idea," she said. I saw her white nightgown emerge from under the covers and approach my bed. "Move over," she demanded, holding her pillow under her arm.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Making us more comfortable," she said. "We both know we want to be close. It's not going to hurt anything. Let's just pretend again, why not?"

I could think of several reasons why not; my head was filled with lewd thoughts that she probably hadn't imagined. But, having her closer already felt good to my soul. "Why not, indeed," I said, moving over toward the wall.

She climbed in beside me and gave me a peck on the lips. "Goodnight, Honey!" she said jokingly. She turned on her side with her back to me and pulled the sheet over her. This was what we used to call being married. We pretended like this nearly every time one of us would stay over when we were younger. Our parents, for whatever warped reason, thought it was cute. We must have looked adorable, the "twins" sleeping in the same bed. Jenny always insisted that we be "married" and we would do things that married people did -- at least from the perspective of a seven-year-old: Holding hands, giving hugs and kissing goodnight.

I wasn't sure if she realized it, but she had situated herself well into the neutral zone of our not-overly-large bed. I didn't protest, of course. I lay facing her back, and bent my body like hers was, so that we were lying side-by-side in identical positions in a sort of non-contact spoon position. I was keenly aware of how close she was and was trying hard not to touch her, trying to be a courteous bedfellow. Being this close to her in bed was intoxicating.

I could smell her jasmine body lotion that she had put on just before coming to bed. That, combined with the smell of her hair, the sound of her breathing, and that beautiful body lying right next to me was having a strong effect. I felt myself starting to get aroused. I didn't want to; I just happened. I wasn't sure exactly how far away I was from Jenny's behind, but I was beginning to fear I was going to accidentally poke her any second now. As I reached a full hard on, my erection found its way out of the fly in my boxers and stood firmly sideways, mere inches from Jenny's pretty ass.

I lay there for several minutes, my heart racing, trying to control my breathing so Jenny didn't suddenly realize I was a big creep. There was no way I was going to sleep like this, but Jenny, by the sound of her breathing was already drifting off to sleep. I could see the outline of her hips in the moonlit room. I imagined this is what it would be like to actually be married to her, having an impulse to make love to my beautiful wife, and acting on it casually. Somewhere under the sheet her ass was sticking out from under her short nightie, beckoning me to scoot up next to her and slip my rock-hard cock into her pussy.

My moral battle raged inside my head. This was completely wrong for a number of reasons, but the lust I felt was overpowering. I couldn't bear the thought of creeping Jenny out, and making a move right here would surely do just that. There was really only one way out of this: I needed to get control of my urges. Caught between ecstasy and frustration, I was ready let the fantasy die, to turn over and face the wall and sleep it off. Then Jenny shifted.


My Twin Cousin



She curled up a little more, and in doing so moved her butt closer to me, nudging right up against my hard cock. A wave of shock and embarrassment came over me, as she must have felt my member between her cheeks. Her breathing, however, never wavered. I waited for a reaction. My surprise eventually turned once again to lust when I realized she was still sleeping, or at least wasn't yet freaking out over being accosted by my unruly tool. I could feel the head of my penis pressed against the bottom edge of her nightgown, while the shaft was definitely touching the skin of both butt cheeks.

With my back to the wall and my front in a soft warm place, lust began to win the battle. I really wanted to see her naked ass! I carefully turned down the sheet to get a look, peeling it back just far enough to expose her butt to the moonlight. It was creamy beautiful, like I expected, peeking out from under her nightie, with my dick resting right down the middle. I worked up the courage to gently grasp the bottom of her nightgown between my thumb and forefinger, pulling it up slowly until there was no longer a barrier between my penis and her ass. She felt so warm and inviting, I lay there for a minute or so, just enjoying the feeling of my dick resting between her sweet round ass cheeks. Then I wanted to feel more. Very slowly and gently, I allowed myself to lean towards her, pressing the shaft of my penis further between her cheeks, like a hot dog in a warm bun.

My heart was racing as I thought about what I was doing. My engorged muscle was resting along the entire length of her crack. Just the thought of where my dick was made me so hot! I was sure the throbbing of my rock-hard cock between her cheeks would wake her up. I had really let my urges take over. I thought, now what do I do? I fought off the primal instinct to start thrusting. If she wasn't awake yet, that would surely do the trick. Before I could figure out what to do next, I felt her cheeks squeeze down on my cock. She was awake! Not only that, she wasn't pushing me away. What could she possibly think about this?

She wiggled her ass a little bit, and I heard her giggle. She was teasing me! Much to my surprise and delight, she began to rock her pelvis, sliding her ass lengthwise along my hard cock. Her breathing had changed; it was now getting heavier. I cautiously thought to myself, "Oh my God, I think she's enjoying this!" Back and forth she thrust, stroking my cock with her sweet ass. I leaned into her harder, guiding my pipe further into her groove, until it was buried as far as it would go, nuzzling right up against the tender rose between her butt cheeks. I began to thrust in rhythm with her. She moaned softly as the shaft of my cock glided back and forth across her anus, never actually penetrating. It felt so good to be stroking her from behind, almost like fucking her. When it was clear this activity needed to go somewhere, she disengaged from my penis and rolled over to face me. I had no idea what she would do.

Embarrassed to be looking her in the face after what I just did to her, I searched for something to say. "Jenny, I..."

"Oh my God, what are we doing? What do you call that?", she asked with a furrowed brow.

Now I was thoroughly embarrassed. "Um...I...I...don't know if there is a name for it," I said stupidly.

"Cheek fucking?", she suggested with a sinister grin.

I opened my mouth to say something, but words failed me. I was still trying to assemble some explanation in my head as to how this was possible. "I'm sorry," I finally said. I felt guilty.

"Why are you sorry?" she asked.

"I let my urges get the better of me. I don't know how that happened." I was afraid I was taking advantage of her.

"It's okay," she said in a familiar reassuring tone. "I'm not exactly an innocent party here."

It seemed outside the realm of possibility that Jenny was physically attracted to me too. I thought it was too much to hope for. I didn't deserve someone like Jenny, not to mention it was just plain wrong. For the moment, I allowed myself to entertain the possibility.

She put both hands on my chest and brought her lips close to mine. "Do you want to do more?" she whispered. I nodded weakly. She leaned forward, touching her nose to mine. She gave me a gentle kiss and I kissed her back. Kissing her felt so satisfying, so right -- more than it ever had before. We opened our mouths to get a little wetter. I tasted Jenny's tongue and licked her lips. We kissed for a while like real married couples do.

Consumed by desire for my cousin, I allowed my moral hang ups about what we were doing to be defeated. No longer restrained by a pesky conscience, I licked her neck and kissed down to her left shoulder and then back up her neck to her ear. She giggled playfully from being tickled. Then she grabbed my tee-shirt in an attempt to pull if off. I sat up to make it easier and slipped it the rest of the way off and let it drop to the floor.

Sitting on my feet and wearing only boxers, my erection was still sticking out of the fly. I tucked it away, a little embarrassed, while I gazed at Jenny's beautiful feminine figure, still in her white nightie, lying on her side. Her breasts were barely covered and I tried to imagine what her nipples looked like, having never seen them. She was beautiful in the now brightly moonlit room.

"Jet?" she said softly.

"Yes, Jen?" I replied.

"Um..." She hesitated while she thought a moment longer. "Can I...do something for you? Promise you won't think bad of me."

"How can I promise if I don't know what it is?" I pointed out.

"Oh, God! I can't say it out loud," she whined.

"Say what out loud?" I prodded, trying to get it out of her.

"It's just something I've had a fantasy about. I can't believe I'm doing this!" she laughed nervously. "Just promise you'll love me the same no matter what," she implored.

"Okay, Jen. That's easy to promise," I said reassuringly. "But, what are you going to do?"

She smiled at me as she reached out and touched my knee, slowly moving her hand, creeping up my leg until her fingers disappeared under the leg of my boxers. Her intentions were becoming clearer. Her hands were warm and her manicured nails made their way to my balls, which were now bundled up in my tight sack. When she found my scrotum she began to scratch lightly underneath, causing waves of ecstasy to cascade over my body. I couldn't believe she was touching me down there! I rose to my knees, slightly spreading my legs so she could have easy access to whatever she wanted to explore. Her wandering hand probed my balls, first playing with them between her fingers, then cupping them in her hand. She reached up the opposite leg with her other hand, finding the base of my cock. She jacked it off slowly, still rubbing my balls.

Ready to completely liberate me from my clothes, she grabbed my waistband and slid my boxers off, stretching the front around my throbbing projection. As my underwear reached my knees I rocked onto my back with my legs up to allow her to slide them the rest of the way off. I was now totally naked as she discarded my boxers on the floor next to my tee-shirt. "Oh!" she smiled, as though she made an unexpected discovery. I wasn't sure if it was my slightly larger than average size, or the fact that I was nicely manscaped, having just trimmed up the day before. My scrotum was clean shaven, as well as just about everything else down there, except for a small patch of closely-trimmed hair just above my member. I liked shaving down there; it usually turned me on. It kind of felt like making love to yourself. I always ended up with a hard-on in the shower when I did it. I was happy to see it was turning Jenny on, too.

As I lay on my back, she played with my balls with one hand while she kissed my thigh, first in front, then between my legs. With a wet tongue, she licked a trail up my groin, all the way to the crease where she found my tight sack. Then my cousin took my cock in her right hand and brought her mouth to it. Noticing that a good sized glob of pre-cum had formed at the tip, she gently stroked along my urethra from the base toward the tip and milked out an even bigger glob, causing it to erupt and overflow. She immediately put her lips around the head, spreading the slippery clear fluid all around with her tongue, mixing it with her saliva. She then licked up and down my shaft, which had just been rubbing on her asshole a few minutes ago, until it was drenched in pre-cum and saliva. She took hold of my dick, rubbing up and down in very long, slow deliberate strokes. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my head so I could watch easier. I gazed in complete bliss as Jenny alternated stroking and sucking my thick tool. I couldn't believe this was happening! Just an hour ago I was afraid that my incestual lust would be found out, and now my cousin was trying to make me cum.

She put her hands on my thighs to prop herself over my dick and slid it into her mouth, inch-by-inch, pushing the head into her soft palate, down into her throat, until it would go no further, her nose buried in my pubic hair. With her mouth wide open to accommodate base of my cock, she bounced silently on it for a second or two before coming up for air. She panted a couple times and flipped her hair to the side with her left hand, then went back down all the way. She moved her hands off my thighs, freeing me up to fuck her soft warm throat for a few seconds at a time in between gags and gasps for air. It felt so good and I concentrated hard on holding back my orgasm. I wanted this to continue as long as she was willing to do it. She seemed to enjoy this and she clearly knew what she was doing. She came up again to stroke it some more with her wet hand. The deep-throat saliva covering my dick was now very thick and slippery and made a satisfying sloshing sound with every stroke.

She took this opportunity to again taste my hairless balls, sucking first the right one into her mouth, followed by the left, all the while stroking my manhood. As she licked my scrotum all around, she pulled up on my member, raising my balls so she could get her tongue underneath and further back. She stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, her nose buried in the front of my scrotum, flirting with my asshole with the tip of her tongue, but not quite getting there. She was such a dirty girl!

As Jenny continued to stroke me with her hand and her tongue, she spread the wetness from my shaft to my balls, underneath to my ass and back up. The fluids were collecting on her chin as she hungrily had her way with my cluster. Watching her, I could tell she was enjoying this every bit as much as I was, except I was on the verge of enjoying it a lot more.

As I felt myself approaching climax, I said, "Baby, I think I'm gonna..." Before I could finish the sentence, she slowed her stroking and squeezed a little harder while placing the head of my penis in her warm awaiting mouth. My orgasm peaked and I strained hard, holding back the inevitable thick milk as long as I could. As the first wad of my semen hit the back of her throat, she expertly began stroking faster and in rhythm with the ejaculation, letting it fill her mouth, until the pulsing stopped. I came so much it took her a couple swallows to get it all down. Then she eagerly slurped the remaining cum off of my dick as though it were a cherry flavored popsicle, savoring the warm, thick jizz in her throat as it slowly slid down.

My heart still pounding, I lay on my back panting, enjoying the post-climax bliss. Nobody had ever made me cum that hard before.

Jenny kissed my belly, then moved up further and lay her head on my chest. "Don't think bad of me," she whispered.

"I can't think bad of you," I mumbled. "I love you." I probably had happy dreams, but I didn't remember them.

The smell of pancakes and sausage drifting into the room, along with the brilliant morning sun awoke me from my slumber, still lying in the same position I was when Jenny lay her head on my chest last night. But Jenny was not there. I heard the voices of my cousins coming from the living room and kitchen and suddenly snapped back to reality. What had I done? What did I do to Jenny? I took advantage of my cousin; I got her all worked up and she did something that she never would have done otherwise. She retreated from the bedroom this morning, or probably last night, back to her normal cousins, hoping to forget our momentary act of debauchery. I'd be lucky if she ever looked me in the eye again.

Slowly, regretfully, I sat up naked in bed and eyed the boxers and tee-shirt still lying on the floor where we had dropped them last night. Pausing for a few seconds with my forehead in my hands, I gathered my wits and put my feet on the floor. I put on my underclothes and found a pair of sweatpants to wear and headed out into the hallway toward the kitchen for some breakfast, even though I wasn't hungry.

"Morning, Jet!" said Bridget with a smile as she passed me in the hall. Seeing Bridget's massive tits in a tee shirt first thing in the morning helped my spirits. "Bradley's got you some flapjacks--get them before Nicky devours them all." She went into the bedroom where she and Jeff slept and shut the door. I felt a little better. At least I wasn't greeted with the hate I felt I deserved. I headed to the kitchen to sit down at the table. Most of my cousins were already outside. I glanced out the sliding glass doors to the dock, where I found Jenny pulling life jackets out of a storage bin. How beautiful she looked this morning, in her bare feet and pretty mint green bikini. I wanted to talk to her right then, to apologize for ruining our relationship last night, but getting some time alone with her today would be difficult--or so I thought.

Thanking Bradley for his efforts this morning, I gobbled up four pancakes in about a minute. I guess I was hungry. I realized I wasn't dressed for getting in the water, so I hurried back to my room to change into a pair of swim trunks. When I got outside I was greeted by a warm July morning that was going to be a hot July day--perfect for spending it on the lake. Most of the cousins were talking about their plans for taking the boat on a long trip to the other side of the lake where a bar called the Cranberry had live music. "Who's in?" asked Nicky, looking my way. "We need to make sure we have room for everybody." He generally took on the captain's duties.

Before I could answer, Jenny said, "I think we're going to play around here on the jet skis today, right?" looking my way expectantly.

"Yea, you don't need to make room for us." I said without missing a beat. My heart leapt into my throat! It was as if Jenny could read my mind.

"Suit yourselves," replied Nicky. "You two have fun! Don't wait up for Romeo and Juliet," he said, motioning to the back bedroom where Jeff and Bridget were. "They're not in a social mood."

"I know, right?" chimed in Trish. "What is their deal; are they fucking or fighting?"

"Probably both," returned Nicky with a laugh.

After some more prepping and getting the beer cooler stowed, the boat departed, leaving Jenny and me alone on the dock. Quiet settled in once again as the sound of the boat's engine faded away. Trying to form the right words to express my sincerest regrets about last night, I opened my mouth to speak.

"I get the 300!" exclaimed Jenny, referring to the faster of the two jet skis, as she threw me a life jacket and ran to the end of the dock where the watercraft were tethered. I guess it would have to wait. I followed after her and got on the other one. We unhooked from the dock and fired them up.

We spent 20 minutes or so playing in the calm water just offshore from the lake house. It felt good to be alone with Jenny, even if we couldn't talk right now over the sound of the engines. I was flying high, frolicking in the cool water, relieved that Jenny didn't hate me. As we moved further out into the lake, we could see Witch's Island in the distance. Jenny looked at me and raised her hand in front of her face, shyly pointing toward the island with her eyebrows raised, as if asking permission to go. I nodded with a smile, and off we sped toward the empty island.

When we were younger, our grandfather told us there was a witch buried on that island and that's why nobody lived there. It was fun to go searching for the mysterious grave that we desperately wanted to find. We had been over every inch of that island a hundred times. The real reason it was deserted was it just wasn't very large. It had a few trees and some grassy areas. People would camp overnight there sometimes. Today it had only two visitors, as we drove our jet skis up into the shallows where we could drag them partially onto the sand.

In the sudden quiet after we killed the engines, a gentle breeze sighed through the trees above. Jenny removed her life vest and threw it on the seat of her jet ski before climbing up the sandy hill to a grassy ledge above. As I removed my own vest, I watched her climb up the hill. God she was sexy! Her wet mint green bikini bottom was sucked up to her butt and moved perfectly with her as she walked. After clambering up the hill, a satisfying portion of her ass cheeks was peeking below her panties and I could see a little bit of her crack at the top. She made no effort to correct her wardrobe malfunction. My conscience and my lustful desires were once again dueling. I scurried up the hill behind her.

"How are Jeff and Bridget getting along?" I asked, postponing what I really wanted to say to her.

"I think they're still fighting," she said. "I've hardly said two words to either of them since they got here."

Bridget was Jenny's roommate in college and had been dating our cousin, Jeff on and off for a while. Jenny never liked the match, but had been supportive. Lately their relationship had been rocky and Jenny thought coming to the lake would be a good thing for them. So far it wasn't.

"She's really too hot for him," Jenny chuckled. "If Jeff knew what was good for him he would hang on to her like grim death!"

I had to agree. She was a smoking hot strawberry blonde who loved showing off her spectacular tits. The first time I met her was several years ago at a party in Jenny's dorm. She was having a good time, drunk and flirting with everybody at the party -- and I mean everybody. "Are you Jenny's cousin?" she yelled in my ear, over the loud music. She had her hand on the opposite side of my head, holding me close so I could feel her breath when she spoke. "You're kinda cute!" she whispered loudly, grabbing my ass with her other hand. A minute later she was smacking the ass of a cute girl who had picked up her drink accidentally. She seemed like a lot of fun, be we never had occasion to hang out after that.

"Jeff is being a real jerk," explained Jenny. "He's insanely jealous and won't tolerate her talking to anybody. It has gotten to the point of breaking down their relationship. He knew she was a flirt before their first date. What did he expect?"

"He knows he'll never find anyone sexier," I chimed, picturing in my mind her 36DD boobs hulking over her flat tummy. 

"Gawd she is sexy!" said Jenny dreamily. "If I had her boobs I wouldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror!"

"You don't need 'em," I said before I could catch myself. 

She smiled modestly, looking down toward her feet. "I just don't want her to get hurt; I love her too much."

I changed the subject to us. "Jen," I began. "About what happened last night between us...I hope..."

"No, please tell me it didn't!" she interrupted, knowing where I was going. "I can't stand the thought of messing up our relationship." Tears began to well up in her eyes. "Oh God, Jet! Am I a terrible person? I don't know what came over me. I knew it was wrong, but when you touched me there, it was like a switch turned on, and I just became hungry to satisfy you."




My Twin Cousin



"Don't feel ashamed," I consoled. "I fantasized about you doing that to me for years. It finally came true last night. And it was better than I ever imagined!"

Jenny smiled sheepishly. "You did? Was it good?"

"Yes, my God, you were amazing! It was like you knew all the right buttons to push. Did you, like, learn that or something?"

"Well," she began, a little embarrassed. "I kinda got taught by an expert, I guess you could say. My roommate and her boyfriend were very open with their relationship."

"You mean Bridget?"

"Yes. She and this guy, Jamie, didn't know where her bedroom was. I would walk in on them having sex in the living room at all hours of the day."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "What did they do?"

"Nothing, really. They would stop and kind of be casual whenever they got caught, pulling a blanket around them, but it was obvious what they were doing. It became so common that sometimes I gave Jamie a high-five when I walked through the room."

I laughed so hard I doubled over.

"So anyway, one day I walked in to hear Jamie telling Bridget how amazing her blow jobs were, and every woman should know her techniques. When I came in the room, he jokingly suggested she start by teaching me.

"I was feeling sexy that day and went along with the joke, saying, 'Why don't you demonstrate for me, Bridge?'

"'I'll do better than that,' she said, motioning me over to the couch. She pulled his pants and underwear off and started in on him. I watched for a while, and then she started stroking his dick and gave me a motion with her head to come down on the floor with her."

I began to get hard listening to her tell the story.

"First she taught me how to deep throat by relaxing and breathing steadily to mute the gag reflex. She demonstrated on him, then I did it to him. And we went on taking turns on him, she the teacher, I the student. That lucky dude got serviced by two women at the same time in the name of education. I think we made him cum two or three times that day," she laughed.

I sat there with my mouth agape.

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "Now you really think I'm a slut."

"I don't think you're a slut. I think you're the cutest thing I've ever seen!"

Jenny smiled. "Do you still love me?"

Love. There was that word again. I did love her. But what kind of love was it? It had always been more of a brotherly-sisterly kind of love, the kind you don't realize you have as kids, but becomes apparent in late teens and adulthood when it manifests itself as a profound friendship, rooted in common experiences.

This was at the heart of my anxiety. I cared for her deeply, yet I was consumed with lust for her. If you take away the part about us being relatives, it sounds like a normal romantic relationship. But ours wasn't normal.

"Of course I still love you," I said. "Are we still okay?"

She smiled warmly. "Yes, hon, we're okay. Haven't we always made each other feel good? What I gave to you last night was something that you needed and something I deeply wanted to give to you. I know you would do the same for me."

Her point was making perfect sense to me. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to make her feel good.

She stepped close to me and gave me a loving hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek. Part of me wanted to salvage our old relationship, hold her hand and walk happily back to the jet skis to frolic in the water, just like we always had since childhood. The other part of me wanted to rip that bikini off and have my way with her body. 

As we stood there in a warm embrace, my cock began to swell, and a victor began to emerge in my battle of conscience. I looked my beautiful cousin over, admiring her smooth hips, showcased by a very thin bikini. Again consumed by desire, I touched her face and cupped her cheek gently in my hand. Then, sliding my palm slowly down her neck and onto her chest, I let my fingers slip under her bikini top. My heart beat harder as my fingers glided over her nipple. I kept sliding under the thin fabric until her right breast filled my hand. My shorts began to tent, straining to hold back my growing erection.

She took my hand and led me away from the shore, to a shady spot in the grass behind a clump of trees. There, she reached behind her back and pulled the string that held her top in place, causing it to dangle loosely in front of her. Her beautiful eyes gazed at mine, never blinking. Slipping her top over her head, she revealed her beautiful breasts to me for the first time. Her young nipples were slightly puffy and nearly blended in with her large pink areolas. Her round tits stood perky, and appeared firmer than they actually were.

She stood there briefly, allowing me to take it in, watching my lustful eyes. Then she put her thumbs under her waistband and slowly pushed her panties down. I drank in the sight as her round hips sloughed off the last bit of clothing, revealing her pretty, young pussy to me. When her bikini cleared her creamy thighs she let it drop to the ground. Picking it up with her toe, she flung it at my face with a giggle. It didn't put my hands up, but instead let the tiny garment hit me square in the nose. "Nice shot!" I said, blowing it off my face.

She twirled around for me, letting me see every inch of her sexy body. Her vagina was mostly untrimmed, except for where she had to shave to accommodate her tiny bikini. Her young pubic region was very attractive without having to shave, her thin hair having a soft-cornered diamond shape. Her tits were just the right size for her frame, not overly large, and her hips were absolute creamy perfection! Her cute belly with it's shallow hump was the icing on her sweet curve cake. I just couldn't believe what I was witnessing! I looked my naked cousin up and down with a burning lust. Last night, she did me an incredible service, and I was going to return the favor.

I brushed her hair away from her neck, first kissing, then licking her warm sensitive skin. She exhaled audibly and then took a deep breath as the caressing of my tongue started her juices flowing deep within. I cupped her breasts in my hands, while my mouth worked up to her chin and onto her lips. She kissed me hungrily, allowing a high-pitched moan to escape from her mouth into mine. Then my lips wandered down the other side of her neck.

Her knees weakened and her body folded toward the ground. I slipped my hands under her arms to help support her weight, gently laying her on her back in the cool grass. She became completely relaxed and allowed me to take her arms and place them straight over her head on the grass. I dragged the palms of my hands back down the whole length of her arms, across her armpits and finally settling on her tits. She gave a moan and giggle at the same time as my hands passed by sensitive parts.

Keeping her eyes closed under the shade of the tree, she involuntarily smiled, enjoying having her body taken over by her cousin. I partially lay my body across hers and rubbed her soft mounds for a while with both hands, playing with her nipples, pinching, squeezing, teasing little moans out of her. I leaned down and licked the perimeter of a nipple, making it glisten with saliva, then did the same to the other. I stopped for a few seconds and let the gentle breeze caress her wet nipples. Jenny let out a quiet "Ohh..." as her areolas became small and tight.

My hand wandered down her tummy and continued slowly down her right thigh. She gave a soft high-pitched moan as my hand glided across her velvety soft skin. I moved to her inner thigh, where her skin felt impossibly softer. Her breathing got shallow and quick as I gently rubbed the inside of her leg, gradually going higher with every stroke. I felt the moist warmth of her pussy as my fingers dared go within an inch of her lips. She spread her legs slightly, inviting me further. The next stroke I allowed my index finger to touch the crease between her thigh and her labia. She gave a little squirm, knowing what was coming next. I touched my finger to the middle, between her lips, feeling the first bit of wetness start to emerge. I dipped the tip of my index finger slightly into her, then moved it upwards, spreading her slippery fluid onto her clitoris.

She took in a quick breath with a start, reacting to the intensity of the first clitoral stimulation, then took longer and deeper breaths as I moved my finger in a circle, orbiting her clit. Back down between her lips I dipped again, this time with two fingers, bringing up more of the girl-syrup to her clit. I rubbed harder this time and she grabbed my other wrist in ecstasy. Still squeezing my wrist with her right hand, she began to rub her tits with her left. Reaching across, she pinched the nipple of her right breast with her fingers, while rubbing her left with her forearm.

She was easy to stimulate, more responsive than any girl I had been with. It was as if her body was telling me in plain language what she wanted next. My heart raced, aching to please her, to fulfill her fantasy the same way she had done mine.

I continued rubbing her clit with my slippery fingers, then introduced my thumb to it while my middle finger explored down between her lips. I rubbed gently through her pink folds, drawing out more of her juices, until my finger was covered. Then, curving my middle finger slightly, I pushed it into her without warning. She was thoroughly saturated inside and out, which allowed my finger to slide in all the way without any resistance. She let out her loudest moan yet, squeezing tight on my finger with her vagina. I stroked her a few times, then rubbed her clit, then back into her hole. I repeated this several times, and she began to really get worked up, breathing heavier and involuntarily letting out occasional short squeals.

I tried slipping in my ring finger too. She was tight. I had to give her a second to relax before I could get two fingers in at once. She moaned louder as I fucked her with both fingers, massaging her clit with my palm.

As I sat next to Jenny massaging her womanhood, she sat up and gave me a tight hug with my fingers still inside her.

"Find my G-spot," she whispered. Curling my two fingers into a half-moon, I explored the front inside wall of her vagina, searching for her G-spot.

I kissed her while I searched. She slid her tongue deep into my mouth, kissing me intensely, breathing loudly, trying to get enough oxygen to her rapidly beating heart. She grabbed my head and pulled my ear to her mouth. We were almost there; I just needed a little instruction.

She spoke in broken sentences between hard breaths. "Curl your wrist...and push your...knuckles toward my ass."

I complied.

"Reach with both fingers toward my belly button...yes, YES! Push against the front. Yes...Right there...Oh, God!" She strained hard, her eyes closed tightly, her head nodded. "Uh huh...Uh huh...Uh huh...Oh, God!" She hugged me tighter while she came. Her thighs clamped down on my wrist, pushing my fingers further inside, where they were squeezed by soft convulsions deep inside her, helping me to experience her orgasm first hand. Her spasms went on for several seconds, pumping her vaginal juices down my fingers and over my whole hand. Her breathing labored, she held on tight to me. Her orgasm finally subsided and I felt her vagina release its grip on my digits, almost pushing me out. She shuddered as the last remnants of her climax faded away. My right arm joined our embrace and we hugged while her breathing slowed, until she finally relaxed the death grip she had on me. Jenny lay down on her side, facing away from me in pure bliss.

I spread my fingers apart, watching the massive quantity of girl juice that was deposited there stretch out and flutter in the breeze. I put the two special fingers all the way into my mouth and pulled them out slowly, collecting the thick mucous with my tongue and lips, secretly savoring the slightly salty taste.

As she lay there resting, she reached back with her hand and wiggled her fingers, beckoning me to take her hand. I put my hand in hers and she pulled it around to her chest, holding it like a teddy bear. I lay down behind her, nestling up next to her naked body, holding her hand. We both rested awhile, she in blissful post-climax, me still rock-hard inside my swim trunks.

The breeze was gentle this morning under fair skies. The quiet solitude was broken only by the occasional passing motor boat, bouncing its way along the lake. I blew gently on Jenny's sweaty neck, helping to cool her down after her body-rocking orgasm. I thought about where I found her G-spot, making a mental note since this was the first time I had ever participated in a G-spot orgasm. I had tried numerous times with other girls, always unsuccessfully. Jenny was easy to read and easy to please.

As we lay together in the shade, Jenny began to doze off. I lightly ran my fingers through her hair, helping her even further into dreamland. She liked having her head stroked ever since we were kids, and it always had the same effect--right to sleep.

Tired of being pent up inside damp swim trunks, I decided it was time for both of us to be naked. I stood up quietly and pushed my shorts to my ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. It had never felt so good to be naked before! My tight bag clung close to the base of my erection, having been in those cold and damp trunks for so long. The warm breeze caressed my drying butt and I stood over her, massaging my aching balls, examining every inch of her beautiful backside. She lay still enjoying the breeze, unaware that I was standing behind her, masturbating a little bit while I admired her beautiful nakedness.

I was feeling thirsty, so I went to get a bottle of water I left under the seat of the jet ski. I scrambled down the hill and retrieved the bottle. I was happily surprised to find a beach towel stuffed into the compartment under the water bottle. It was close to noon and the July sun was making the seat of the jet ski warm and soft. I sat down gingerly on the seat backwards and had a sip of water. The warm seat felt good on my cold butt. My balls ached from all the stimulation with no release. I didn't care. Looking across the beautiful lake, I was feeling right with the world. I wondered how things would change between Jenny and me. Our relationship had taken a drastic turn--one that felt really good. But I was afraid it would ruin our long-time love for each other. Or maybe it wouldn't. Could we have our cake and eat it too?

Perspiration began to bead on my forehead, so I grabbed the bottle and the towel and headed up the hill to give Jenny a drink of water. I was surprised to find her absent from the place I had left her sleeping. Her bikini top and bottom were still lying next to my swim trunks on the grass, but no Jenny. I looked around, scanning the deserted island, looking at every tree. She was nowhere! Suddenly, an idea came to me. I knew where she must be. I turned and walked 50 yards down a hill to a grove of trees where I found Jenny standing naked under a mulberry tree, her hands picking through the branches. She saw me and smiled with bright purple teeth. I laughed at how silly she looked -- like a little girl caught doing something she shouldn't.

Her fingertips were beginning to stain purple as she picked ripe mulberries off the branches and popped them in her mouth. I immediately thought of Eve eating the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. But, Eve couldn't possibly have been this beautiful. As I got closer, she tossed a berry into the air toward my head. I caught it in my mouth and chewed up the sweet-sour fruit. I tossed her the bottle of water and she ravenously downed half of it in one swig.

"We are so making grandma's mulberry pie tonight!" she exclaimed, wiping water off her chin. Collecting mulberries was a fun thing to do on the island while we were looking for that witch's grave. When we brought home bucket of them once, grandma made a mulberry pie, which we all thought was the best pie ever, mostly because we had collected the berries ourselves. The recipe was still in the kitchen file.

As I approached her, she offered her hand to me, pulling me close to her. She fed me another mulberry, but that wasn't what I was interested in eating. Our naked bodies touching, I was instantly hard again.

"It feels like someone needs some attention!" she said, referring to my erection pushing against her belly.

"Yes, but not yet. I wasn't done with you," I said assertively.

She smiled and looked up to kiss me. I gave her a sweet, wet kiss before stepping back to spread the beach towel on the ground under the mulberry tree.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked like a little girl.

"Lie down," I commanded.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"It depends if you're a good girl or a bad girl," I said, enjoying the little role play.

I deeply yearned to taste her body--every part of it. She situated herself on the beach towel lying on her tummy and I knelt down beside her. Kissing her shoulder, I tested her responsiveness to my advances. She moved her hair off her back to give me a clean surface to kiss, and I continued exploring. I lightly scratched her back while blowing on her neck and managed to get a little shiver out of her naked body.

I kissed down from her shoulders to the small of her back. She lay straight with her arms to her side and her legs together. I kissed down a little further to her butt and gave a loud lip-smacking kiss on her left cheek. She let out a small giggle just before my hand came down with a loud smack right where my lips had been.

"Ooh!" she cried gleefully. "I guess I'm a bad girl!" I immediately smacked the other cheek harder, this time leaving a slight red mark. "Mmmm," she said in a stifled squeal. Watching her beautiful ass jiggle after smacking it was a major turn on. I smacked her ass a few more times, this time not so hard, just to watch her fleshy reaction. It was divine.

I scooted down to her feet and picked up her left foot with both hands. I licked the tip of her big toe and she wiggled it slightly. I put her toe in my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. She seemed to respond positively so I went a little further, licking along the tips of all her toes. This made her giggle with delight, encouraging me to put her four small toes in my mouth at once, caressing each one with my tongue, slipping it between each toe. The warm wetness made her smile with a moan as I kissed down the sole of her foot to her heel and up to her calf. She emitted happy moans at the sensation of being touched in such a strange way. This was a new experience for both of us.

I knelt back down between her feet and touched the inside of her knee, encouraging her to spread her legs a little. She complied, exposing a tiny sliver of her glistening pussy, which was beginning to swell with fresh arousal. My hands explored up her inner thighs, first the left one, then the right, while her breathing noticeably intensified.

I moved on to her ass to give it a good deep massage. With a cheek in each hand, I kneaded her buns with my strong hands, squeezing relaxing moans out of her. We both enjoyed this immensely, for different reasons. Then I began rubbing her ass with gentle hands. Rubbing up and down her behind, I allowed my fingers to explore into her crack a little bit, just brushing the thin hair hidden at her entrance. I waited for a reaction to me touching her there before I went further. I was delighted to hear a soft "Yes" come out of her lips! I dipped my fingers deeper into her dark region, grazing her hidden pink button. A cold chill flashed in my chest when felt her anus with my fingers. She ground her hips slightly in reaction to my invading digits. I was indescribably turned on!

I had been teasing both of us by playing with her peripheral erogenous zones for a while, but didn't have the will to hold out much longer; I had to taste her womanhood.




My Twin Cousin



With Jenny still on her tummy, I leaned down and gently pushed her inner thighs out, spreading her legs wide. She assisted by raising her ass up, making her labia and cheeks spread apart nicely. She was completely vulnerable as I lay down on my tummy, bringing my mouth to her vagina and my nose to her pretty butthole. Consumed by sensual desires, I inhaled deeply her sweaty redolence into my nostrils while my tongue took its first taste between her lips. I couldn't get enough of her smell, and inhaled again, intoxicated by her female aroma. Her vagina was rapidly growing wetter, swelling pink again as her re-arousal neared its peak. I stretched my tongue forward as far as I could, separating her hairy lips from around her clit and licked it with the tip of my tongue, sliding back into her groove and scooping up as much of the slippery honey as I could. It felt so good to have that much of her cream in my mouth, and I savored it as it slid down my throat. My tongue went back for more, this time slipping deep into her salty hole, while my nose pushed against her sphincter, almost penetrating.

She began rocking her pelvis, rubbing her tender parts up and down my face, smearing me with her abundant love juice. I allowed it to consume me, drinking, breathing her in. I thought I would explode with excitement!

I dipped my tongue down to her pussy to get another taste of her cream, and decided I needed a better angle. Jenny was ready to get off her tummy too, so she rolled onto her back, feet on the ground, knees in the air, just resting a bit.

Her respite was short as I grabbed the inside of her knees and pushed her legs high into the air, spreading the folds of her glistening pussy to the sky. It was so pretty! I paused to admire the beauty of her womanhood, how the perfect amount of hair framed her pink, soft layers. I lay prone and got comfortable. I began grinding my hips, stroking my dick into the towel lying on the soft grass. Jenny moaned as I splayed her labia wide open with my mouth, burying as much of my face as possible in her vagina. Her feet rested on the back of my head, gently holding me down on her.

I took hold of both her hands and held them while I ate her. She brought my hands up to her tits, where I started massaging them feverishly, twisting her nipples with my fingers.

I licked her pussy in long strokes, starting from her ass and licking all the way up to her clit, and back down. I couldn't consume enough of her! Jenny moaned with delight. I pursed my lips and stuck them between hers. I opened my mouth wide and pressed it against her pussy, pushing her labia wide open with my lips while my tongue fucked her hole. She tasted so good! I had to stop fucking the towel for fear of cumming.

Her belly, nearly flat in her current position was heaving with labored breath. Her fragile pink flower was spread wide open, swollen in full blossom. She glistened with slippery honey, which oozed from between her labia minora. She was perfectly ripe. 

Neither of us had really thought about what would happen if we went all the way. I don't think it was in the plan for either of us. We had taken turns casually pleasuring each other up to now. We both knew this had the power to destroy our relationship. I couldn't analyze it any longer. I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind; I wanted her. I quickly got to my knees, scooping her legs under mine.

"Oh God, Jet!" she exclaimed, realizing the gravity of what was about to happen. Both of us fixed our eyes on my throbbing cock poised at the center of her ripe forbidden fruit. "Oh my God! Are you ready? Look at you; you're so beautiful! Are you ready, Baby?" she repeated with delirious desire. The transformation of our relationship would be permanent. Her wide eyes met mine. "Fuck me," she whispered.

My glans effortlessly separated her inner lips and my cousin's tight pussy accepted the full length of my cock in the first thrust, practically pulling me into its swollen, slippery depths. Then, her vagina squeezed me out with the same effort. My shaft glistened with carnal nectar extracted from deep within. Back in I pushed until my balls touched her ass. I stroked again harder, and again even harder, slapping, slapping, as our bodies slammed together, my balls bouncing off her ass.

As I stroked her rhythmically, Jenny's tits were bouncing hard. I watched them spellbound as they bounced in beautiful rhythm with each stroke, up and down, up and down. Realizing they were probably uncomfortable, I dutifully grabbed one in each hand, softening the inertia they had to endure. She put both hands on my ass, pushing me in harder, forcing my thrusts to build speed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," she screamed with each pump. She watched my eyes, watched me take in the beauty of her body, watched me adore the sight of my thick rod dipping in and out of her pink flesh, shining wet with every abdication.

I paused, pushing all the way in and holding it while I crossed her right leg over her left, moving my head out of the way as her foot swung by, so that she was laying on her side with me on my knees in a sort of scissor position. I began thrusting in long, slow strokes, our current position permitting me to push in very deep. 

"I love that sound," she moaned, listening to the lovely "squish, squish" sound that was emitting from her pussy with each inward thrust. Our cocktail of love juices was flowing steadily.

I fucked her slowly, my right hand fondling her breasts while my left explored into her ass. I gently stroked her anus with my fingertips, brushing them back and forth along her dark valley. "Mmmm yeah," she said softly, enjoying the subtle touch on her sensitive hole.

I pulled out and allowed her to get to her knees, facing away from me. I hungrily knelt down and once again fed at her trough, smelling, tasting, lusting, licking, spreading her ample supply of vaginal honey all over the sparse hair of her labia.

"Do you like how we taste?" she asked, looking back at me.

"Fuck, I love it so much!" I returned.

Licking her lips, she turned around and gobbled up my erection, taking it to the base and back out several times before slurping the dripping vaginal flow off my ball sack. She rose up on her knees and gave me a deep kiss, allowing us both to taste and smell our sex together. She turned back around and bent over. On her knees, mashing her tits into the beach towel, she anxiously awaited my re-entry.

Placing my knees outside hers, I mounted her, slipping into her pussy all the way until my pubic hair tickled her exposed butthole. I stayed pushed in, grinding against her ass for several seconds, enjoying the warm depth before I started pounding her hard, my thighs slapping violently against the back of hers. Jenny arched her back, pushing her ass still higher into the air, involuntarily moaning in staccato with each thrust. Concentrating on stimulating her clitoris with her fingers, she allowed me to control all the motion, holding herself perfectly still, save for the jiggling of her ample round ass with each blessed impact.

When I could no longer keep the pace, Jenny took over, rocking back and forth on her knees while I provided her a rock-steady pole to thrust upon. I sat back on my feet, allowing her to rock up onto her feet and sit down on my lap, where she ground her ass onto me as hard as she could. This really turned her on and she moaned loudly while she rubbed her clit.

She turned around to face me as I sat up with my legs crossed Indian style. She re-engaged my pole, sitting down on it with her legs around me. I watched her pretty pubic hair rub on mine. For several minutes we didn't thrust. Grinding on the deep penetration, we kissed, necked, nibbled. I fondled her tits, rubbing her puffy nipples with my thumbs. The smell of our sex was strong as it rose up into the tiny ambiance between us and fondled my already frenzied senses. Jenny was slowly ascending toward climax.

She picked her feet up from the ground, focusing all of her weight on my groin, driving the head of my cock into to her deepest recesses. She ground her hips back and forth, sinking impossibly further onto me, my aching balls between her ass cheeks. She hugged me, her face buried in my neck, completely lost in what she was doing. Her breathing was heavy and fast on my neck, and was getting faster.

"Oh my God, Baby it's so good," she said with an almost tearful voice, hugging me tighter. "Your big cock fills me completely! I want you to cum in me, okay Baby?" Her voice was thin, wavering. "Cum in me," she repeated softly. "Cum in my pussy, okay?" She was very close. The dirty talking was putting us both over the top. Suddenly, she leaned backward, pulling my neck toward her. I rose to my knees and rocked her onto her back, still deep inside her. I fucked her hard and fast in our original position. Resuming the thrusting felt like a brand new sensation to both of us. My balls ached for a release and I was nearing climax.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she screamed loudly, announcing the commencement of her orgasm to the remotest corners of our deserted island. She grabbed my ass with both hands and held me inside her, screaming loudly. Her already tight pussy clenched down tighter on my cock, sending me over the top. We both held and strained, teeth clenched, silent for several seconds while our orgasms simultaneously approached meridian.

I spurted hard inside her, adding fresh volume to an already overflowing vagina. I thrust hard, helping Jenny complete her climax, her hands still firmly clenched on my butt cheeks. My aching balls ached even harder at the release, making the orgasm that much more satisfying.

Jenny continued to spasm after mine had ended and I continued stroking her until her moans subsided. Her body went limp and I collapsed on top of her, still inside her, our sweaty bodies heaving in the early afternoon warmth.

Under the grove of trees in paradise we lay on our backs, completely spent. Through early afternoon we rested, not talking, occasionally holding hands, drifting in and out of blissful sleep while the gentle summer breeze caressed our naked bodies. The peace that I felt with the world at that moment was unmatched.

I leaned up on my elbow to look at Jenny. She slept peacefully while her hair flitted about in the breeze. Her naked body, that I had just ravaged a while ago, now appeared pure, innocent, unsullied. I lay there admiring her feminine beauty, hoping she would not stir. I loved her.

The tiniest spark of apprehension awoke within me while I lay in that blissful state. Yes, I loved her. I had always loved her. But...could I be "in love" with her? Oh, God, I thought to myself. It was just sex, wasn't it? All we wanted was to please each other.

We had transformed our innocent childhood relationship into something much more grown up. We both wanted it; it felt natural to us. Where would it go from here? Could the sex just be casual? Could we remain friends? Bless her soul, she would never do anything to hurt me. Nor I her. But had we done just that? There had to be a way out of this.

I decided I wasn't going to worry about it today. I leaned over and kissed my beautiful cousin. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "I'm so thirsty," she gasped.

"Me too," I replied grabbing the water bottle. I twisted off the cap and pretended to drink down the last half of the bottle.

"I'll kill you!" she screamed, lunging for the bottle. I finished what turned out to be only a small swallow and handed her the bottle with a grin. She gulped it down, saving me a generous portion. We finished the water and went about gathering ripe mulberries to put in the bottle for transport.

We had held off the reality of returning to the mainland as long as we could. As long as we remained in our little Eden, we were safe--safe to be childhood friends, safe to love each other, safe to make love to each other. But, it was time, and our precious bottle of water was depleted.

We arrived at the dock to find that the other cousins were still not back. Securing the watercraft to the dock, we both shed our life vests went inside the house, happily greeted by the cool air conditioning. I went to the fridge to get a beer and sat down on the sofa to relax. Jenny was ready for a shower and headed to the bathroom.

Enjoying the cool air, I sipped at the bottle, happily reminiscing about the things Jenny and I had done this morning. Just then, Bridget came in through the front door carrying groceries to fix dinner that night. "Hey, Jet!" she said warmly. "What have you guys been doing? Where's Jenny?" She sat the grocery bags on the counter.

"She's in the shower. Jenny and I took the jet skis and we've been out having fun on the lake today," I said, pretty much truthfully.

"You've been on the jet skis all day?" she asked, a little puzzled by the implication that the fuel tanks on those jet skis would need to be gigantic to accomplish that.

"Well, not exactly," I countered weakly. "We stopped for a while."

"Uh huh," she said with a suspicious grin, sitting down next to me.

Getting the attention off me, I asked, "What have you guys been doing?"

Bridget rolled her eyes and glanced at the bedroom.

"Oh, I see," I said with a sheepish smile.

"No, not that," she countered sadly. "This hasn't been a fun weekend. Jeff and I aren't seeing eye to eye on some things. Honestly, I don't know why I'm still here."

"Jenny thought this weekend would be good for you two," I said.

"I know, bless her precious heart! She really wants me to be happy. She's trying to help me work it out," Bridget lowered her voice. "Even though she thinks Jeff is a total dick. I'm starting to think she might be right."

I heard most of what she said, but as I sat next to her, I became violently distracted by the tight shirt trying to contain her large boobs.

"I'm sorry you're dealing with that. This is usually a happy place," I said consolingly. I wanted to hug her but that didn't seem appropriate. I also wanted to tell her that she could do a lot better than Jeff, but that didn't seem appropriate either. "I hope things turn out happily for you," was a non-committal thing to say, but I didn't know how to tell her to just dump his ass.

"You're sweet," she said and kissed me on the cheek. I was keenly aware of the soft breast pushing against my arm when she leaned in. She got up to put the groceries away. I sat on the sofa and lazily sipped my beer while I watched that beautiful creature bounce around the kitchen, putting things where they belong.

"You know she loves you," Bridget said to me casually, closing the fridge.

"Yes. I know. She loves you too," I pointed out.

"I would do anything for her," said Bridget matter-of-factly. "She's the most beautiful person I know. But the way she talks about you, Jet." She shook her head. "You mean everything to her."

"I guess you could say we're as close as twins."

"Yes, but...you mean more to her than that. You..." she trailed off, probably thinking she had said too much.

"I'm probably the reason she doesn't have a boyfriend," I helped.

"YES! You own her heart, Jet. Please always be careful with it."

The words pierced me like daggers. I knew I wasn't being careful with it. I was playing with it like a toy. But my heart was equally fragile. If Bridget only knew how deep our love was, how precariously close we were to breaking each others' heart.

"What's up," muttered Jeff, walking into the kitchen.

"Hey, Jeff," I replied.

"Did you get my razor?" he asked Bridget. She reached into a bag and pulled out the razor, tossing it to him. He said nothing and wheeled around for the hallway again. Bridget rolled her eyes at me as he shut the master bathroom door behind him.

I never much cared for Jeff. He always kind of acted like the world owed him something. He was Nicky's brother, and clearly missed out on the friendly genes in his family. I couldn't understand what Bridget saw in him. I figured he had a big dick to match his personality.

"What's for dinner?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh! Well, we have shrimp cocktail to start and homemade lasagna with ciabatta bread," she said proudly.

"Sounds delicious. I think Jenny is going to be making Grandma's mulberry pie."

"You have mulberries? Did you guys collect those today?" asked Bridget.

"Yes," I replied.

"I'm glad you two are getting to spend some time together. Jenny has really missed you. She was looking forward to this weekend for a long time."

"Me too. I don't ever want to wait that long to see her again. So, you're the chef tonight?"

"I wanted to do something nice for everybody. Cooking is kinda my thing," she admitted.

"I can't wait!" I exclaimed.

Just then Jenny came down the hall with wet hair and her usual smile. She appeared to have poured herself into a beautiful pair of spandex shorts. "You're cooking for us tonight?" she asked excitedly. "You're in for a treat, Jet. I never ate so well as when I lived with Bridge. It's the real reason I love her so much," she laughed.

Figuring the two girls wanted to talk about Bridget's love troubles, I decided it was a good time to get a shower.

Dinner that night was delicious as promised, and we all had a nice time together. Even Jeff came out of his hovel for some family time. Jenny's mulberry pie was wonderful, but I'm sure nobody enjoyed the sweet fruit in that pie as much as me.

We stayed up late, most of the cousins being in a partying mood left over from their time at the Cranberry today. It was fun laughing and listening to their stories. It would have been good to spend more time with them this weekend, but I'm pretty sure I had more fun than them today.

I was the 8-ball champ that night, dethroning Bradley as the King of the Table--one more life-long ambition I could cross off my bucket list. Basking in the afterglow of my triumphant evening of pool, Jenny and I once again found ourselves alone in the garage, twenty-four hours after the last time we were in here. A lot had changed between us since then.

I was taking random shots, clearing the remaining balls from the table, when I felt Jenny grab hold of the cue stick. "Who's got their hands on my stick?" I asked, turning around. Jenny, with a mischievous smile, reached behind me and grabbed the tapered end of the stick with her other hand and pulled the cue against my butt, nudging me close to her.

"I hear you're really good with a stick," she said in a fake seductive voice.

"Oh yeah?" I replied. "I hear you're really good with balls."

"I know a few tricks," she said, smiling again. She leaned into me and kissed my neck, very tenderly. Her wet lips felt like heaven on my skin. She unbuttoned the top button on my shirt and kissed my chest. Kissing back up the other side of my neck, her lips found mine.

Her face felt hot to me and I opened my eyes to see a tear forming in the corner of her eye. I stopped kissing her mouth and moved up to kiss away the tear.

"Jenny?" I queried.

"I know, it's stupid. I'm afraid," she said.

I knew her well enough to know we were thinking the same thing. "We make each other feel good," I offered. "We do it for each other because we love each other. Not because we're in love. We have to make a distinction, otherwise we'll always want something we can never have."

"I dunno, Jet. It sure feels like making love," she said. "I just...hope we didn't make a terrible mistake."

"I've been worrying about that today too. If it was, it was the best-feeling mistake I ever made," I said.

She squeezed me tight. "It's hot out here," she said, taking my hand. We walked into the house.

Jenny ducked into the bathroom and I went to our room. The house was quiet except for some rustling noises coming from Bridget and Jeff's room. I didn't know if that was a good or bad sign.




My Twin Cousin



I kicked off my shoes and walked over to the bed to start straightening the sheets. Just then I heard Jenny walk quickly into our room and shut the door. She abruptly turned off the light.

I said, "Hey, I haven't..." Jenny tackled me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I put my hands on her waist and felt only skin. I smiled at the darkness. She leaned down and kissed me while undoing my shorts. I helped her by stripping off my shirt. She ripped my pants off, underwear and all. Just like that, we were both naked.

I kissed her feverishly, passion suddenly overtaking me. We still hadn't settled whether this was a mistake, but right then I damned well didn't care. I dove for her tits, slurping in her left nipple, circling my tongue around her areola, before moving on the right. Jenny let a "Mmmm" escape her lips.

Our eyes were beginning to adjust to that blessed moonlight that was once again pouring through the window. We were lying side-by-side. I paused to admire the beautiful humps of her boobs and tummy.

Just as Jenny leaned in and licked my nipple, our bedroom door opened abruptly and then closed softly. Startled, we immediately hushed what we were doing. Somebody was in the room! Light footsteps approached the bed. My back to the door, I couldn't tell who it was. Jenny and I looked at each other, eyes wide.

"Jen?" said Bridget's voice.

Jenny swallowed. "Yeah, Bridge?"

"I'm sorry to bother. I need to talk to you." Her voice was quivering. She was clearly upset. Still used to bright light from the other room, Bridget's eyes had not yet adjusted. She didn't see me lying next to Jenny.

"Are you okay, hon?" Jenny asked, concerned.

"Jeff and I broke up for good," she said, fighting back tears.

Overcome by emotion, Jenny instinctively got up and gave Bridget a hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie."

"Jen?" said Bridget.

"Yes?" Jenny replied.

"You're...naked." Just then, Bridget discerned the silhouette of my body lying on the bed. "No way!" she said in disbelief, pausing a full second between the two words.

"Hi, Bridget," I acknowledged. I felt like I got busted with my hand in the cookie jar. We were found out! I partially covered my naked body with the sheet. I really had no clue how Bridget would react to this.

"Well, hi, Jet!" she said with nervous humor. "So yeah," she continued, gathering her thoughts again. "I finally said I'm done dealing with the jealousy and the other bullshit, I'm just done. So the son of a bitch packed up his stuff and left. Left me here alone."

"You're not alone, sweetie," Jenny reassured her, giving her another hug. "You're here with us now."

"So, it looks like I was interrupting; I'm sorry," Bridget said backing away.

Jenny grabbed her hand. "No, please," she begged.

Bridget's face softened. "Are you two...enjoying yourselves?" she asked with a smile. Jenny sat back down at my feet and pulled Bridget onto the bed.

Jenny looked at me with an embarrassed smile. I smiled back, equally embarrassed.

"Relax, you two. I won't judge. I had a hunch something like this would happen." She sat a moment, thoughtfully. "Do you know what you're doing?" she quizzed. "Again, not judging, but, a relationship like this can go in the wrong direction real fast. Is this just...casual sex?"

She was getting very personal, but this was indeed the question of the day.

"We know it needs to be that way," I replied.

"But, it's hard, you know? We've always been so close." Jenny completed the thought.

"Hmmm...what an interesting dilemma you two have here!" She looked at me and smiled, then looked back at Jenny, her smile growing bigger. She looked down at the floor, and thought for a moment longer. An embarrassed giggle escaped her lips.

Jenny looked at me with a puzzled grin. What was she up to? We were both intrigued. Bridget drew nervous circles on the floor with her big toe. She finally leaned over to Jenny and whispered softly in her ear. I strained to hear, but my efforts were futile. Jenny smiled while Bridget whispered. Her smile grew. Her eyes widened and she suddenly covered her mouth with her hand in feigned shock. Jenny whispered something back and they both giggled. Jenny kissed Bridget on the cheek and turned to face me.

"Um...Jet?" she began. "Bridget has an idea to help us keep things casual. And this would help her deal with her current crisis as well."

I was bubbling over with anticipation! "Go on," I said calmly in a fake academic voice.

She glanced at Bridget, then back at me. "Bridget would like to make love to us," she announced. "Would that be okay with you?"

I sat in quiet disbelief, my heart skipping a beat. It was a brilliant idea! It was perfect! With Bridget involved it would be less like intimate love and more like casual sex. In the entire history of mankind a more inspired idea had not been conceived.

In the moonlit room Bridget looked unbelievably sexy. "That's very generous of Bridget," I said, desperately trying to contain my excitement. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" I was serious.

"Are you kidding?" Jenny retorted. "The two people I love most in the entire world, in bed with me, making love? Pinch me!" she laughed. "So?"

"I can't stand the thought of letting two beautiful women down. I'm in!" (Seriously, what was I going to say?)

Jenny hugged her naked body against Bridget. Bridget was still wearing the clothes she had on today -- spandex shorts and a sexy low-cut top and bra. They hugged for several seconds -- then several more seconds. Then they both giggled. Bridget rubbed her hands up and down Jenny's bare back and brought her face to Jenny's. They softly kissed in the pale moonlight.

"Don't move," ordered Bridget and she abruptly got up, opened the door and walked out. After a minute she returned with a burning candle in each hand. "A little mood lighting, kids," she said as she sat one candle down in the dresser and the other on the night stand. The candlelight mixed with the moonlight, causing a shimmering iridescence on the walls. "Where were we?" She asked, shutting the door again.

Bridget sat back down on the bed and kissed Jenny. I scooted over to Jenny's back and kissed her neck and ear while Bridget moved down to her neck.

Jenny moaned in ecstasy as four hands and two mouths loved on her body. Bridget leaned down and licked Jenny's nipples, rubbing them both with her thumbs. I reached around Jenny and pulled up on Bridget's top. Jenny assisted in pulling it off her and threw the top on the floor. Bridget reached behind her back, eyeing us both, and unhooked the clasp of her bra. Her huge double-Ds spilled out the bottom of the bra as Bridget pulled it off and flung it next to her top.

Jenny and I both paused for a second to admire Bridget's tits. They dipped nicely under their weight, not sagging. They appeared even larger in contrast to her tight tummy. They were simply gorgeous. Her nipples were fleshy pink colored, only slightly pinker than her skin. A tan line dipped low on her cleavage, almost tangent to her areolas. I had never seen her in a bikini, but I imagined she must be jaw-dropping.

"Real or fake?" Jenny asked me, elbowing me in the ribs.

"Ummm...well..." I stammered.

"Touch them before you answer," Jenny advised.

Still behind Jenny, I reached around her with both arms and felt Bridget's tits, lifting them up, rubbing her large nipples with my thumbs. I lovingly gave them a squeeze. They were so soft!

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "They are very real," I confirmed. Both women giggled. Bridget moved closer to us, bringing her breasts up to Jenny's face. Jenny suckled on her left nipple while I scooted up beside her and did the same to her right. Bridget gave a cute moan as Jenny and I together sucked on her huge melons. I moved up to Bridget's mouth and tongue kissed her deeply while Jenny continued to lick her large areolas.

The bed sheet which had been partially covering me slipped off, allowing my erection to spring out. "Look who came out to play!" laughed Bridget. She shot Jenny a glance before bending down to wet my cock with her lips. Jenny took hold of Bridget's hair with both hands and gently guided it out of the way for her.

"You've had the student, now enjoy the teacher," Jenny said with a giggle.

"Holy shit! You told him about that?" Bridget burst out.

Jenny laughed uncontrollably. "I told you, Jet and I share a lot!"

Bridget slid my length into her throat, staying down on it longer than I ever thought possible. My God! Her throat was so warm and slippery and she made it available to me for as long as I wanted to fuck it.

"She's good, isn't she?" Jenny asked me after a minute or so of Bridget bobbing and jacking. "I hear she's good with girls too." It was taking all my concentration not to cum, and this was a perfect opportunity to break from stimulating me.

"Are you ready to find out?" I asked Jenny, then glancing at Bridget with a smile.

Jenny nodded with a little embarrassed smile.

Bridget looked at her and said excitedly, "Well, sweetie, get yourself comfortable!"

Jenny gave me a nervous smile and scooted back on the bed. I moved to the foot to get out of the way. Bridget climbed on top of her to whisper in her ear.

"I want this to be pleasurable for you, honey," she whispered audibly. "If its too weird, please tell me to stop."

"Okay," Jenny said, reassured.

Bridget gave her a kiss on the lips before sliding down to moisten her nipples. I watched Jenny's nipples get hard between Bridget's exploring lips. "Oh, your boobies are so cute!" she exclaimed the way only a girl would. She moved down to her belly button and dipped her tongue in, causing Jenny to erupt with laughter.

"Shhh!" Bridget and I simultaneously implored Jenny.

"Good God, what would your other cousins think of this!" Bridget said with wide eyes.

Jenny covered her mouth, still giggling. Bridget moved further down and looked back up at Jenny while she gently coaxed her legs apart. She put her palm over Jenny's vagina and pushed on it while making slow circles with her hand. Jenny's giggles quickly faded into audible steady breathing as Bridget pinched the entire exterior of her pussy between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it into a mound, jacking off her clitoris using her labia majora. Bridget touched her tongue to Jenny's clit and began circling it, then teasing it back and forth.

Getting past the apprehension of having a woman between her legs for the first time, Jenny began to relax her body. "Oh...Oh, Oh, God, Bridge!", Jenny exclaimed softly, really enjoying her friends tongue. Minding Jenny's feedback, Bridget went a little further, dipping her tongue between her labia, liberating the first bit of Jenny's honey and spreading it up to her clit. She began licking faster, using her lips and chin to stimulate Jenny. Bridget was enjoying herself.

"She tastes so good, Jet," Bridget said to me, momentarily lifting her face from Jenny's vagina.

"I know, sweetheart," I replied. "I love how she tastes. I love how she smells." Bridget went on about her task as both women began to moan. The sights and sounds and smells in the room were sweeping over me and I grabbed my cock. I jacked off some while taking it all in. Jenny noticed me masturbating and licked her lips while she watched me.

As much as I was enjoying watching Bridget eat Jenny's beautiful hairy pussy, it was time I participated some more instead of just observing. I got off the bed and moved around behind Bridget. The only thing she was still wearing was a pair of spandex shorts, with no panties, from what I could tell. She was sort of lying on her side while she serviced Jenny, with one foot on the floor. Her ass was beautiful! I massaged her buns through the spandex, running a hand up her spine and back down. I grabbed her shorts at her hips and peeled them down. Bridget stopped what she was doing and stood up to help me get the spandex to her ankles, where she kicked the shorts off.

I stood looking at her body, unable to move. Her small vagina was waxed clean, which I kind of expected. In fact, there was not a trace of hair or stubble anywhere on her body. All of her curves and humps were completely smooth. I was beholding female perfection. Bridget was aware that I was taking her in, and paused to let me do so. She reached out a hand and pulled me into her, pressing her naked body against mine.

"Taste her," Bridget whispered to me, before she kissed me deeply. She surprised me with a tongueful of Jenny's thick juice, which she had saved in her mouth while we were taking off her shorts. This was probably the sexiest thing any woman ever did for me. I hungrily drank it in, licking it off her tongue, savoring the feeling of it in my mouth before lovingly swallowing it down. I kissed her some more, smelling Jenny on her face.

"She's ready for you," Bridget said. Jenny was still on her back, but up on her elbows watching Bridget and I exchange her body fluids. The look in her eyes was pure lust. She needed her pussy filled right now. She watched me approach her, her eyes ravenous, darting up and down from my eyes to my hard cock. Jenny raised her legs in the air, putting her elbows under her knees, spreading her legs as far as she could for me. The pink folds of her pussy opened up, revealing her slippery hole, glistening wet with a mixture of her vaginal secretions and Bridget's saliva.

"Isn't she absolutely perfect?" asked Bridget, admiring Jenny's readiness. She lifted Jenny's head up and sat down on the bed, laying her head in her lap. Bridget lovingly caressed Jenny's face.

I got onto the bed on my knees and scooted up to Jenny. She was quivering with anticipation. I decided not to tease her and immediately plunged my penis all the way in her swollen canal. Bridget, anticipating an outburst from Jenny, placed her hand over her mouth as I entered her, and stifled a loud moan. Bridget smiled at me, shaking her head.

I immediately started fucking Jenny fast and hard, because it was so easy and seemed like what she needed. She grabbed onto Bridget's hands while I pounded her. The entire bed was shaking under us, causing both pairs of tits in my field of view to bounce together in beautiful unison. Bridget reached down with one hand and fingered Jenny's clitoris while I continued to pump her.

I pulled all the way out of her swollen, soaked pussy and pushed back in with ease several times. Bridget grabbed my dick in her fist on one of my withdrawals I pushed through her hand and back into Jenny. We did that a few times, and with a good amount of lube removed, I resumed fucking Jenny at a moderate pace, now with much more stimulation for both of us. Bridget made eye contact with me as she licked the sex off of her palm.

In her usual loving way, Jenny half sat up and coaxed Bridget around to her side to hug her. I was learning that Jenny's favorite way to climax was in a tight, loving embrace. My God, she was such a sweetheart! Bridget did as requested and wrapped her arms around Jenny. As I fucked my cousin, she kissed her best friend on the lips while being held in her arms, opening up her mouth and giving her a long, sustained kiss with her tongue. Bridget was all too happy to oblige this sudden desire in Jenny, and they made out like two kids at a drive-in movie.

Watching these two beautiful women go at it was too much for me to maintain concentration. "Oh, God!" I said, as I reached the point of no return. I slowed down and pushed in deep as I started to cum.

"He's cumming in me, Bridge!" she exclaimed, feeling my pulsing cock shoot its hot jizz against her cervix. Just then I felt the contractions as Jenny started to cum, having been triggered by my orgasm. I went back to fast pounding her pussy with my still-hard cock.

Bridget held onto her tightly, pushing Jenny's face into her neck to stifle her loud moans. Jenny climaxed for several seconds. "I gotcha," Bridget whispered lovingly in her ear. "I gotcha, baby. I gotcha," she repeated. When her contractions slowed, I pulled out of her sensitive pussy and let the orgasm run its course. I rolled over onto my back next to the two women, all three of us panting in the silent room.

We lay silent in the soft light for several minutes. I thought about what had just happened. The ease with which we three made love was hard to believe. No apprehension, no embarrassment, no regrets. Bridget was at the core of this ease; she made things seem natural, and put her own needs last. I was beginning to see why Jenny loved her so much.

"How do you feel, honey?" Bridget asked Jenny.

"Like I just got flattened by a steamroller," was the reply. "And I mean that in the best possible way."

Emphatically, Bridget said, "That was so hot, you guys! I can't even tell you. Jenny, you are so sweet; God I love you, baby!" She leaned down and kissed Jenny, draping her hair all over Jenny's face. Jenny crawled partially onto Bridget and lay her head on her bosom.

Bridget reached out and rubbed my chest while stroking Jenny's head. The love in the room was incredible! Bridget, after witnessing and helping along the beautiful sex Jenny and I just had, with no stimulation for herself, was peaking with arousal. I could feel it in the way she was touching me. My erection began to return. I let it grow, lying there long enough for Bridget to see what her touch was doing to me.

I rolled over. The two women were cuddling, and I crawled over top of them, my weight supported by my hands and knees on the bed, and whispered to Jenny, "I think Bridget needs some of our attention."

Jenny smiled, her eyes still closed. I kissed her lips, then Bridget's. Jenny lifted her head and kissed Bridget on the cheek.

"Isn't she beautiful, Jet?" Jenny commented, admiring Bridget's fair skin and strawberry blonde hair.

"She's an angel," I said in agreement, kissing Bridget's neck.

Bridget's pretty blue eyes looked at us both, accepting the compliments. She wasn't in the mood to be modest; she was ready to accept love.

Jenny kissed her deeply on the mouth, once again enjoying her newly discovered desire. I took this opportunity to again taste Bridget's wonderful breasts. I opened my mouth to cover her large areola. I slurped it up, with my mouth wide open, inhaling as much of her massive right boob as I could, while caressing her nipple with my tongue. I felt it get hard in my mouth as Bridget let out a small moan. I grabbed the other one, massaging it while she and Jenny continued kissing.

Mere words cannot describe the joy of playing with Bridget's tits! It was as though God had placed them in their divine perfection on this angel purely for the enjoyment of mankind. They needed to be shared with the world. I was humbled to have been given the opportunity to experience them for even a fleeting moment.

As much as I enjoyed Bridget's upper half, the lower was beckoning, and I knew she was needing more than peripheral stimulation. I kissed down her flat tummy, making a straight line for her vagina. She spread her legs willingly, wanting me to explore further, needing to feel a loving touch down there.

Jenny moved down to her breasts, taking over where I left off. She rubbed them both with her hands while she looked back, craning her neck to watch me go down on her friend.

As Bridget spread her legs, a trail of clear feminine overflow could be seen making its way from her pussy, down her crack and onto the bed sheet where it was just starting to drip. Using my middle finger I scooped up the end of the trail and reversed its direction, back up her crack, across her smooth labia up to her clit, where I gently rubbed it in. Taking a cue from her learned technique, I palmed her vagina, pushing and rubbing in course external stimulation. Her pussy was delectably smooth! It was so soft, it felt like a baby's butt.