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Sweet Summer Ch. 01

By: venture2014



[All characters involved in sexual situations are aged 18 or over]

Anya loved the garden, its gentle grassy rise, the lush flowerbeds, the dappled shade under the lemon trees. She loved the way her aunt's grand old house nestled comfortably atop the hill, looking out on the blue curve of the bay. The garden was huge, covering the whole hillside, full of hidden alcoves, sunken ponds and worn statuary. On a summer's day, the air full of the scent of honeysuckle and rosemary, a cool breeze sighing through the leaves, this place was like heaven to her. Sometimes she would lie on the lawn with her eyes closed for hours and just breathe in the garden's sweetness. When her aunt had invited her to spend the summer here, she had leapt for joy, glad to leave the noise and bustle of the city behind.

Today, though, she was trembling with nervousness, her cornflower-blue eyes darting from side to side, her heart hammering in her chest. She was standing by the door of the little wooden summerhouse that was hidden in the trees at the edge of the garden; a whimsical little building with just enough space for a bed and bathroom for guests. She'd often stayed in it when she was younger, had sleepovers and played games with her cousins in it. But now, barefoot on the grass in her long summer dress, she hardly dared step through the open doorway.

Inside the summerhouse, sitting on the crisp white linen of the bed, sat Anya's older cousin Nina. Tall, evenly tanned and beautiful in a mischievous, sharp-featured way, she gazed at Anya with a gentle curiosity. Her ash-blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders, slightly unkempt in a way that was strangely exciting. She wore a blue and white skirt that ended just above her knees, and a tight blouse that flattered her ample breasts very nicely. Her long, athletic legs, toned from years of running and swimming, were comfortably stretched out; her bare feet tapped the polished floorboards in idle rhythm. Anya - slight, pale, dark-haired and small-breasted - felt positively dowdy next to her.

Nina spoke, soft and husky. "Come in, Anni, I won't bite." As always, there was a slight hint of amusement in her voice. It was one of the things Anya had always loved about her cousin - the subtle good cheer that animated and amplified her beauty. Right now, though, it just made her more nervous. Trembling, dry mouthed, she stepped over the threshold. The wooden floorboards were cold under her bare feet. Nina smiled, showing perfect white teeth.

"I'm glad you came, sweet. I was worried you'd leave me hanging. Come on, sit with me."

Anya stayed silent as she walked to the bed and sat beside her cousin. Nina leaned over and kissed Anya's cheek, running delicate fingers through her long straight hair. Anya could smell Nina's perfume, a subtle hint of honey.

"Sam and the others are out in town, Anni. We have the place to ourselves. We can enjoy some time together." When Anya met Nina's gaze, the older girl's deep green eyes were eager, almost hungry.

At last, Anya spoke. She'd always had a slight stammer; now she was so nervous she positively squeaked. "W-what do you want, Nina?"

"You."

*

The holiday had started just like all the others. When they picked Anya up from the airport, Nina and her elder brother Sam had hugged and kissed her hello, as always, and told her how grown-up she looked now that she was eighteen. She told them how lovely they looked in turn, and meant it. Nina was as luscious as ever, with her sharp cheekbones, delicate little nose and emerald eyes. Sam - sandy blond, easily six feet tall and strong without being bulky - was not classically handsome, but he still had an easy boyish smile and a jocular voice that was deeply comforting.

They asked the usual questions: how her side of the family was ("They're fine"), what her plans for university were ("I don't know"), whether she had a boyfriend ("No"). They laughed good-naturedly at her eternal shyness. They cracked silly jokes in Sam's car, gossiped about their beach-party friends, and promised to take her on all sorts of hikes and tours and boat trips.

As always, she found their liveliness endearing, albeit a little exhausting. She'd spent most of her summers with Nina and Sam and their eldest brother Karl, and had grown to love them all dearly. As they grew older - Nina was nineteen, Sam twenty, and Karl twenty-three and married - their holidays had become more about sunbathing, drinking and nightclubbing than games of hide-and-seek, but they still had much the same connection they'd had as children. Over the last couple of visits, Anya had even got to know her cousins' friends, who all seemed to be beautiful, unfailingly friendly and amazingly athletic. They made Anya's drab and sometimes bitchy friends in the city seem totally inadequate, and she herself felt like an embarrassing hanger-on when she went to the waterfront bars with Nina and Sam. They were so charming, so easy-going, while she was just...plain. It was often strange to think that they were related.

This time, she was here alone, without her parents and her younger brothers and sisters - they'd booked a holiday in South America. She relished the chance to have Nina and the others to herself, and was looking forward to being more sociable this time. Maybe she could even get lucky with one of those tanned, muscular boys who Nina always attracted so effortlessly. Well, she could dream...

It was during the drive up to the house that Anya realised something was different. The road wound between the emerald-green hills, beautiful old villas and vineyards racing by on either side, and on the horizon the sea sparkled a heavenly blue. But Nina and Sam weren't looking at the view, they were trading little mischievous glances, as if they knew a secret that Anya wasn't allowed to hear. They kept making small talk, but when they looked at her, their eyes sparkled. Anya was still a virgin, and she'd never done more than kiss a few boys, but she still recognised that eager look in her cousins' lovely green eyes. Desire.

She tried to forget about it as the car pulled up to the leafy driveway. The wonderful garden stretched out on either side as they drove up the hill, and the familiar house appeared against the bright blue sky. They got out of the car, Sam helpfully carrying Anya's meagre luggage, and the rest of the family came out of the house. Anya's aunt, her father's younger sister, was a tall, glamorous woman, still beautiful at fifty, her hair a slightly faded blonde. She'd been a model for many years, and had made a small fortune - her ever-absent husband, Anya's uncle, was a corporate executive who'd made a much larger one. She kissed Anya hello, and immediately started barraging her with questions and compliments. "Look at you, Anni! So beautiful! Just like your mother! How is she doing? How's your pa? How are Eva and Thomas and Hans and Marie? How was your flight? Do you want to go swimming? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Come have some food!"

"Don't deafen her, Mama," Nina said, giggling, as they walked out of the blinding sun into the shaded verandah of the house. Karl and his wife Valerie were there waiting; they came forward to greet Anya. Sam was tall, but Karl was a giant, an easy six-foot-six with prominent musculature and short blonde hair. He'd served three years in the army, and now he'd been discharged and was starting his own company. Anya had always found him a bit intimidating, but he was a gentle and good-humoured man, with an infectious laugh. Valerie, meanwhile, was almost scandalously lovely - a year older than Karl, blue-eyed, chestnut-haired and with the sculpted cheekbones and sunny smile of an angel. She was visibly pregnant; she and Karl had been married less than half a year, and obviously they hadn't wasted any time. 

"So good to have you back with us, little Anni," Karl said as he embraced her. He probably meant it to be a gentle squeeze, but it was like being hugged by a bear. "Lucky us, we get to have you a whole month!"

Anya mumbled something appreciative, then turned to kiss Valerie's cheek, praying that she wouldn't blurt out something stupid like the last time they'd met.

"Oh, wow, Valerie, you're so...pregnant!" 

Evidently she hadn't prayed hard enough. "Observant as ever, Anni," Valerie laughed, as Anya blushed bright red.

The cousins sat and chatted happily on the verandah, looking out over the glorious bay. After a while, Anya's aunt brought out iced drinks and tray after tray of chicken and rice and cold meat; it was just as well that they all swam and hiked so much around here, because the food was good enough to make even skinny little Anya gluttonous. But even as she ate and talked and laughed, Anya found herself again noticing those eager glances that Nina and Sam kept making in her direction. At one point, she felt a supple hand - Nina's - brush her leg and linger on her thigh just a little too long to be accidental. When she looked over at Nina in surprise, the older girl grinned and raised a mischievous eyebrow. A few minutes later, another, larger hand briefly stroked the same thigh, from a different direction. Anya knew without looking that it was Sam.

Otherwise, though, the first day passed uneventfully. The whole family went down to the harbour, wandered the cobbled streets for a bit, then headed to the beach to swim in the cool Mediterranean. As the sun set over the bay, they walked home and ate dinner, washed down with some of the excellent local wine, on the verandah. Anya curled up on the living room couch with Nina and Sam to watch some movies, and then settled into the spacious guest bedroom to sleep.

She was just drifting off, listening to the distant sound of crashing waves from the bay, when she heard a soft moan from the corridor outside. Then a low, rhythmic thumping started through the wall behind her head, and the moans got louder and louder. Anya could hear muffled words, and feel a gentle vibration from the wall. She lay there and listened, blushing in the darkness, as the sounds of sex intensified.

Of course, she thought, Karl and Valerie had the room behind hers. No surprise that the horny young newlyweds would fuck every night. But did they have to be so loud? To her shame, she could feel a slight bloom of arousal, strengthening rapidly. Her nipples grew stiff and sensitive under the thin fabric of her nightgown. Karl and Valerie kept fucking, and Anya felt her pussy become just a little wet.

At long last, they fell silent, and Anya listened to the breeze whisper through the half-open windows. She was grateful for the quiet, but also strangely disappointed. She still felt sort of aroused, and now she knew it'd be very hard trying to get to sleep.

Then Karl and Valerie started up again. They were more vigorous now, and even louder - Anya could distinctly make out Valerie's voice, though the words were still unclear. The faint sound of creaking bedsprings filtered through the wall. The sex lasted even longer this time. Karl clearly had plenty of stamina. 

Anya groaned in frustration as the minutes turned to hours and Karl and Valerie just kept going, short silences interspersed with long bouts of grunting and moaning and lusty cursing. They must have fucked six or seven times before Anya gave up and left her bedroom, wandering out into the richly carpeted corridor. She was tired, grumpy, uncomfortably aroused, and after all the wine and fruit juice she'd drunk at dinner, she badly needed to piss. As she walked to the bathroom, she heard Valerie moan and call out, "Fuck me, Karl, oh God, fuck me." How the hell could anyone sleep in this house with the two of them carrying on like that?

After relieving herself, Anya decided to go to the living room. It was downstairs and on the other side of the house, so hopefully it would be quieter, and the big soft couches were fine for sleeping on. She padded barefoot down the mahogany staircase, flinching a bit every time the wood creaked under her toes. The house's entrance hall was huge, though cluttered with ornaments and piles of Nina and Sam's sports equipment; Anya weaved her way through the mess, taking care not to bump into anything. 

She was nearing the entrance to the living room when she heard a familiar voice gasp, "Fuck, Nina, you're so tight." And another voice, husky and urgent with desire, replied, "Sam, oh God, I'm close, don't stop."

Anya froze in shock as the sighs and squeals and soft rhythmic slap of skin on skin reached her ears. She stood there listening for what felt like an age. They were quieter than Karl and Valerie, but no less energetic. Those voices she knew and loved so well were whispering loving words, cursing, calling out in breathless joy together. It couldn't be them. Please God, it couldn't be.

She suddenly found herself walking forward, as if in a trance. The wooden floor was cold underfoot, and she shivered involuntarily. There was dampness between her legs, and her heart beat furiously, as she reached the open doorway and looked into the room.

There, on the big leather couch, Nina and Sam were locked together in passion. Their lovely naked bodies gleamed with sweat in the dim light. The toned muscles of Sam's back were taut as he pressed down into Nina, his rhythm speeding up with each rough thrust. One of her legs was hooked tight around him, while her other leg kicked at the air, her neat little toes curling and uncurling in time with her brother's motion. Her hands clutched at his back. Even in the near-darkness, Anya could see small bloody scratches where Nina's nails had dug into Sam's skin. The two of them were kissing hungrily as they fucked, breaking off every now and then to gasp for air and cry out in pleasure.

As Anya watched, her cousins' urgent movements reached a fever pitch. Even through her shock and disbelief and revulsion, she felt a terrible bloom of excitement grow inside her until it seemed to fill her from head to toe. She was soaking wet now, her nightgown sodden with arousal around her hips. She wanted to yell at them to stop, or throw something at them, or run and tell her aunt. She wanted to keep watching them. She wanted to join in.

"Oh God, oh fuck, I'm so close, Sam," Nina moaned, and then her moans and whimpers became a long shuddering gasp. She rocked and writhed in Sam's embrace, arching her back and kicking out her legs. As Nina's orgasm subsided, Sam reached his own, grunting and shuddering and clutching Nina against himself as he came inside her. "I love you," he said hoarsely as he relaxed on top of her. "Fuck, I love you, Nina."

"I love you. That was perfect, that was so perfect, Sam," Nina mumbled in reply. She sounded exhausted, breathless, and utterly content, lying there entwined with her brother. Then, with a hint of her usual wry humour, she asked him, "Was I better than your last girl?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sam said. He kissed Nina, brushing tangled strands of hair away from her face. "Caterina was a back-alley whore compared to you. You're always the best."

Nina giggled sleepily. "You're just saying that."

"I never said a truer word," Sam told her, and they shared a long silent kiss. Then they rolled apart, lying side by side, sprawling naked on the couch. Anya bit back a cry of shock as she saw her cousins full-frontally nude for the first time. The light was grey and dim, but she could see Nina's full, perfectly round breasts, and the wet gleam of her cunt. Sam's thick uncircumcised cock was flaccid now, but still shockingly large, dangling against his muscular thigh. A thin string of semen glistened faintly at its tip, oozing down the shaft.

The two siblings still hadn't seen Anya; the hallway was much darker than the living room, and she was still in the shadows. Nina absent-mindedly reached out a hand to stroke Sam's broad chest, and Sam put his arm round her, drawing her close to him again. Then they both closed their eyes, and seemed to be drifting off to sleep. Anya started to back away. If she was quiet, they'd never know she was there. She could go back to her room and try and sleep, and tomorrow she'd have breakfast and swim with them as if everything was normal. As if she hadn't caught them committing incest in their living room.

Sam muttered something indistinct, his voice drowsy. "What?" mumbled Nina.

"I said, I can't wait to find out how Anya is in bed."

Anya couldn't stop herself from gasping this time. Sam and Nina heard, and looked up sharply at the doorway. Their eyes widened in shock as they saw her silhouette.

Anya took off running, sprinting for the staircase, no longer caring about the noise. She heard Nina call her name, but she didn't dare turn around. When she got back to her room, she shut the door and locked it as quickly as she could, and leapt into bed, pulling the covers around her like a cocoon. She stayed awake, her heart thundering in her chest, until the birds outside started to sing their dawn chorus.

The sun was rising red on the horizon when she finally dropped to sleep. As she felt herself drift off, she realised that Karl and Valerie had finally stopped fucking. Thank goodness for small mercies, she thought.

*

The next morning, Karl and Valerie were almost comically chaste at the breakfast table - apart from gentle kisses on the cheek and a few annoying lovey-dovey words, they hardly touched each other. Nina and Sam, on the other hand, were so hands-on it was as if they were deliberately mocking Anya. They tickled each other and wrestled like kids, laughing all the while. They shared those wicked glances again, and constantly looked over at Anya, trying to catch her eye. Their mother didn't even seem to notice; she was so busy rustling up pancakes and French toast and fruit salad that the breakfast table seemed fit to collapse under the weight of it all. Anya found she had no appetite, and excused herself, returning to her bedroom.

She sat on the bed idly playing with her smartphone, trying and failing to be interested by the vapid texts and social-media posts from her friends back home. She was exhausted, having only slept three or four hours at most, but didn't dare fall asleep. What if Sam and Nina decided to take advantage of her in her sleep? Catching them in the act had been bad enough, but knowing that they wanted her to join their sick little affair was even worse. And to think she'd loved them for all those years!

She didn't go swimming or sightseeing with them that day. Her aunt knocked to ask if she was alright; she feigned illness and just lay there for hours. She knew Nina and Sam were going to pay her a visit soon, and her apprehension grew as the afternoon drew on. She considered calling her parents, but they were thousands of miles away, and in any case they loved Nina and Sam almost as much as their own children. They'd never believe her if she told them what the cousins were up to. She could just imagine her father saying, "Anni, this is just sick. My sister's children have always been good to you. How can you make up such awful lies about them?"

It was almost sundown when Nina finally came to see her. "Anya? Anni, love, can I come in?" she said through the door. She sounded so infuriatingly calm.

"Go away!" Anya shouted, almost sobbing. "You're sick, go away!"

"Please, Anya, just let me explain-"

"No! I don't want to hear it!"

Nina came in anyway, dressed in skintight jeans and a low-cut top. Anya sat up in bed and glared fiercely at her, trying not to cry. Despite her best efforts, she felt a few hot tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Go away. You're fucked up, Nina. You and Sam both are."

"Do you really think that, Anya?" Nina said, with a sad smile. "Is it fucked up that we love each other? That we love you?"

"He's your brother. It's not right, it's against the law, it's against God." 


Sweet Summer Ch. 01



"God's all about love, sweet. Adam and Eve were sort of like brother and sister, you know?"

"You know what I mean! If anyone finds out that you're doing this, you'll get locked up. You should be locked up," she said as fiercely as she could.

"You don't mean that, Anni. I know you don't."

"I..." Anya hesitated. She was shocked, she was disgusted, she was furious - but it was Nina and Sam, her beautiful, smiling, good-natured cousins. She'd played with them when since she was a toddler. They'd never been anything but kind to her. Some of the happiest days of her life had been spent here in their beautiful house. And deep down, no matter how she might deny it, she'd always felt something for them that went deeper than just family love. 

"...No. No, I don't," she admitted at last, sniffling. "I can't hate you. But...fuck it, Nina. This is such a mess. I can't just stay here, knowing that you're doing this, pretending it's not happening...and Sam said he wanted to do it with me!"

"He does. And so do I." Nina leant forward and kissed Anya full on the lips.

Anya was so stunned she simply sat there, still in her creased and rumpled nightgown, as Nina stroked her long black hair and slowly kissed the tears off her cheeks. Nina pulled away and said, "We won't make you do anything you don't want to do. But I'm going to be honest with you, sweet. Me and Sam are very into you. We have been for a long time. And I have the suspicion it's mutual."

"What? No, Nina, I mean...I love you, but not, not like that, I..." Anya found herself babbling. Even as she spoke, her body betrayed her. She could feel the first hint of that telltale wetness between her thighs. "I just can't," she finished, lamely.

"Have you ever tried, Anni? You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes, but...please, Nina, don't push me around. I'm not ready."

Nina gave her a grin that suggested she didn't quite believe her. She gave Anya another gentle kiss, this time on the forehead, and said, "Okay. No pressure, love. If you change your mind, you just tell me. Alright?

"Al-Alright."

Nina stood up. "Now come down for dinner, Anni. You haven't eaten anything all day, you must be starving. And we're going out tonight, me, Sam and our gang. You feel like joining?" 

Just like that, it was as if the prior conversation had never happened. Anya gaped at her cousin. How could she so easily change the subject?

"Nina," Anya said, determined not to let the subject drop. "I need to know something. Who else knows about you and him?"

"Well, you do..." Nina began. Then she smiled wickedly. "You, and a few of Sam's girlfriends from town. Quite a few of them, actually. It's a big turn-on for them. Sometimes they join in." 

She turned and left Anya staring after her in shock, disbelief and agonizing arousal.

*

It took Anya four days to decide. Four days during which Nina and Sam did everything in their considerable power to drive her crazy with lust. Unless their friends were visiting, they went around the house in nothing but their underwear, claiming it was because of the heat to dodge their mother's disapproval. Whenever they went to the beach with Anya, Nina went topless, and Sam made no effort to cover up the impressive erections that frequently tented his swimming trunks. When they went out to clubs and bars on the waterfront, Nina skilfully steered every group conversation towards the frank discussion of sex, encouraging her friends to scandalise Anya with lurid tales of their bedroom exploits. She also made sure to point out the various people in each gathering that she and Sam had fucked. It seemed that Sam had bedded half the girls in town, while Nina had been with a smaller but still sizeable number of both boys and girls. "It depends on the mood I'm in," she explained to Anya one night, when she was merry from wine and vodka shots. "If I want a good hard fuck I go with a boy. If I want someone gentle and sweet it's a girl. I won't say no to both at once, mind you," she added, giggling.

It was all very unsubtle, somewhat intimidating, and extremely effective. Anya went to bed wet and horny as hell every night. She listened to Karl and Valerie fuck each other senseless through the wall, and then thought of Nina and Sam down in the living room, doing the same. One morning, her aunt asked her why she looked so flushed and breathless at the dinner table; she said she'd just gone running, but in truth she'd been masturbating in the upstairs bathroom. She'd almost never done that before, but then again she'd never been this constantly aroused before.

Despite this relentless seduction, Nina was as good as her word in one respect. She and Sam didn't try to force Anya to do anything; they kept their hands to themselves, even when it was obvious they wanted to fondle her under the table or French-kiss her goodnight. Several young men (not to mention one or two girls) showed interest in Anya during their nights out, but the ever-watchful cousins never let them get hands-on with her, and kept her safe from the occasional overly-affectionate drunkard.

Even so, Anya was annoyed that her cousins were so blatantly trying to seduce her. On the fourth evening, having drunk a little more wine than she was used to, she confronted Nina in a secluded corner of the garden. "You promised no pressure, Nina. But you and Sam have done everything but hold me down and fuck me. You know I like you, but you're not giving me a choice!"

"Not my fault your hormones are all a-flutter, sweet," Nina replied, smirking. "But if it upsets you, we'll stop. I'll dress as a nun and send Sam off to join the army, so you don't get tempted."

"I'm serious, Nina."

Nina put her arm round Anya. "I know, love. And I mean it, we'll stop...encouraging you. You can have all the time you need to make up your mind, and we won't try to influence you either way."

Anya nodded, just about mollified. She sat down on the lawn, a bit unsteady from the wine, and Nina sat beside her. The sun was setting, and the waves in the bay below were tinted a glorious bloody red. The distant hills glowed softly in the dying light. Electric lights twinkled to life in the harbour as the bars and clubs opened for the evening. On the far horizon, silhouetted against the sinking sun, a cruise ship made its sedate way across the Mediterranean.

"It's beautiful," Anya said, at length. "I was always so jealous of you guys, living here, with this house and this garden and this view." She laughed quietly. "Some people dream about a penthouse in New York, but I'd settle for moving in with my cousins."

"We'd be happy to have you, sweet. Whatever your decision."

There was a brief silence. "Nina, how did you and Sam...you know...?" Anya asked shyly.

"Start fucking?" Nina grinned. "We've always been close. I mean, you knew us as kids. And since Papa was never around, and Mama was so busy, we pretty much had to raise ourselves. Mama's lovely, but she's a much better hostess than she is a mother. Always with her society dinners and her weekends in Paris. I think she sees us as fashion statements more than children." 

Nina's smile was rueful, and for the first time in her life, Anya actually pitied her cousin. Her own family might be drab and dull, but they were also close and loving. Now that she thought about it, her aunt never seemed to say more than two words to Nina and Sam. And her perpetually absent, workaholic uncle made no secret of loving his money more than his children.

"Karl took care of us as much as he could, but when he went off to the army, it was just us most of the time. Sam had his girls, and I had boys and girls too, but that was just sex, it wasn't love. Me and Sam would cuddle up sometimes, when we just wanted company, and as we got older it started getting more serious. A few months ago, we talked it over, and decided we wanted to be lovers. Best decision we ever made, even if it had to be a secret one."

"But you can't keep it a secret forever, Nina. You said some of the girls in town know about it already."

"I know," Nina sighed. "Mama would go insane if she found out. Papa might even be moved to actually come see us. Karl would...I don't know. The people in town are easy-going, they don't judge us. But we aren't going to live here forever, we'll both be starting university in America soon. It's going to be hard to keep it up when we leave home."

"Will you, then?"

"I don't think I could live without him. We'll find some way to stay lovers, even if it means sneaking out to fuck in hotel rooms and car parks." Nina chuckled, but again, there was a slight edge of sadness to her voice.

"I hope you find a way," Anya said truthfully. All the shock and disgust she'd felt a few days ago had given way to a kind of sympathy. Yes, what her cousins were doing was wrong, but they were still good people. They deserved happiness.

"Thanks, Anni. You're a sweet girl. That's why we love you." She kissed Anya's cheek, a sisterly kiss.

They sat in silence, watching the last crimson glimmer of sunlight fade away. A cool breeze stirred the tree branches, and insects chirped in the bushes. The lights of the cruise ship vanished over the horizon.

"Nina," Anya said at last, her mouth dry and her heart thundering away. "I want it."



Sweet Summer Ch. 02



[The first chapter was mostly scene-setting. This one is longer, and has much more action. Again, all characters involved in sex are over 18]

*****

When she said she wanted it, Anya had half-expected Nina to take her right away; she'd been wet and ready to be deflowered there on the lawn. But instead her cousin had gently kissed her cheek and said, "Sleep off the wine, Anni, and be fresh and ready in the morning. I'll wait for you in the summerhouse."

So here she was now, beside Nina on the little bed. The air in the summerhouse was cool, cool enough to raise goosebumps on her skin. Or maybe that was just nerves. She wanted this so badly; she'd been wanting it, in all honesty, since she arrived. Why was she so apprehensive?

Gently, but firmly, Nina pulled Anya close. She was lean and strong, like all her family; her embrace was both comforting and enticing. Nina pressed her lips briefly against Anya's, then pushed Anya down onto the bed for a longer, lustier kiss. Their legs became entwined, rumpling the bedsheets. Anya could feel her cousin's tongue probing inside her mouth, and was startled to find herself responding in kind. Her few fumbling experiences with boys had never come close to this - she could never have imagined such a sweet, gentle yet passionate kiss. Hesitantly, she reached out her hands, feeling the smooth lines of the older girl's face as the kiss deepened. Meanwhile, Nina's hands, quick and deft, stroked Anya's chin, her cheek, her neck, her collarbone...

Abruptly, Nina pulled away, straddling Anya's waist on the bed linen, and smiled down at her. "I didn't know you were such a good kisser, little cousin," she said huskily, stroking Anya's face with one finger. "You said you were a virgin."

"I am," Anya said, still breathless from the kiss.

"I'm a lucky girl, then. I get to be your first."

Nina reached for the shoulder-straps of Anya's dress and slowly eased them down Anya's arms. Anya blushed and looked away as her small, pale breasts were exposed. Her nipples, neat and so light-pink they almost blended with the surrounding skin, felt cool and hard and a little sore. Nina leaned forward and kissed them both, running her tongue lovingly around the areolae. Anya stifled a gasp at the sensation.

Nina looked up and caught Anya's shy gaze. As if reading her mind, she grinned and said, "They're lovely, Anni. You should show them off more." 

Anya searched for words as Nina's hands kneaded her breasts. "Can...can I..."

"See mine? Of course, sweet," the older girl said, sounding amused. "Though you must be pretty used to seeing them by now." She kept one hand on Nina's right breast while her other hand pulled up the hem of her blouse. Her breasts were full, tanned, and wonderfully pert, with large dark red nipples. Nina worked her blouse over her head and tossed it aside, then leant forward until her naked breasts were just inches from Anya's face. "Do you like them?"

"Yes," Anya said, mesmerised. 

"Kiss them, Anni," Nina said. Anya frowned momentarily at the tone of her voice - Nina suddenly sounded impatient, when before she'd been all encouragement. But she complied, taking Nina's left nipple in her mouth and briefly suckling on it, then moving to kiss and suckle the other, while her hands caressed both of Nina's breasts. They were delightfully warm, silky smooth to the touch, and perfectly firm. Anya blushed again as she thought how small and girlish her own breasts were by comparison; Nina was still gently squeezing and stroking them. Then she heard Nina sigh contentedly under her kisses, and felt instead a quiet pride at being able to please her. Nina's strong thighs moved against Anya's, and Anya could feel a strange, joyous heat rising in her belly. There was a growing wetness between her legs.

They lay there entwined, alternating between long breathless kisses and fondling each other's breasts, for some time. The door of the summerhouse was still open and the cool garden breeze blew against their naked skin. Anya worried that the others might return and discover them together; Sam might be fine with it, but his mother likely wouldn't be. Nina didn't seem worried at all, though, so Anya thought better of mentioning it.

At last, with a darting suddenness, Nina broke off from a lusty kiss to slip her hand under Anya's dress. Her cool fingertips stroked up the inside of the younger girl's thigh. She looked down at Anya and tilted her head quizzically, as if asking her permission. Anya just stared back, her heartbeat quick with anticipation. Nina smiled and gave her a long kiss, then slowly removed Anya's underwear, until they dangled from one ankle. After that, standing bare-breasted over the trembling girl, she pushed the hem of Anya's dress up to expose her pussy.

Anya shivered despite herself as the cool air touched her labia. She didn't take her eyes off her cousin, who was now kneeling on the floor by the edge of the bed, gazing between Anya's splayed legs. One of Nina's hands caressed Anya's thigh, while the other tousled the neat dark strip of pubic hair above her otherwise hairless vagina. "Such a pretty little cunt," Nina said with a hint of laughter. Anya nearly flinched at the expletive, which sounded so coarse in Nina's lovely mouth. Then she began gasping in astonishment as Nina's fingers stroked her clitoris. She had never imagined such a feeling, like a pleasurable jolt of electricity at every touch. She'd seldom even touched herself down there, and never so skilfully.

Nina's skilled and supple fingers played over Anya's clit and stroked the lips of her vagina. First one finger, then two, slipped easily inside her; she was soaking wet, her inner thighs already glistening. Anya bit her lip to keep from crying out. She clutched at the bedsheets, a long low moan of pleasure escaping her lips as Nina's fingers slid deeper.

Suddenly, Nina withdrew her fingers and glanced up from between Anya's legs. "My turn, Anya." Her voice was once again strangely commanding. Anya could do nothing but lie there, her chest heaving, her body alive with arousal, as Nina stood up and stepped easily out of her skirt. Silhouetted by the sunlit doorway, the lawn and trees a vivid green behind her, Nina looked radiant, a naked nymph out of a classical painting. Her vulva was perfectly hairless, her labia prominent and beautifully pink. No doubt Nina kept her pussy so neatly shaved to please Sam.

Nina got onto the bed and straddled Anya's waist once more. She placed one hand on Anya's left breast, and the other - still dripping wet - reached down momentarily to stroke around the younger girl's mouth. Anya tasted something strange and wet on her lips, and realised with shock that it was the taste of her own vagina. She looked up at her beautiful cousin, and knew what was expected of her. Wordlessly, she reached up from the bed and ran her fingers over the lips of Nina's cunt. Nina shivered and clutched Anya's breast tightly. Anya could feel her cousin's warm wetness on her fingers as she slid them tentatively inside. The walls of Nina's vagina were tight against her fingers, tighter than she'd expected. "That's it, Anni, that's good," Nina gasped, her expression rapturous, as Anya's other hand at last found her clitoris and gently tweaked it. "Oh, fuck, that's good."

Anya felt a growing confidence as she stroked and fingered Nina. The older girl was gasping and whimpering with pleasure above her, her cunt sopping wet. Nina's strong thighs pressed against Anya's hips in an urgent rhythm. She was caressing Anya's breasts with one hand, and playing restlessly with her own nipples with the other. "Yes, yes," Nina sighed, over and over again, like a mantra. Anya's fingers glistened as she thrust them deeper into that perfect cunt.

Then suddenly Nina grabbed Anya's wrists, squeezing them almost painfully, and made her stop. Anya looked up at her cousin in shame and terror. She could feel tears welling in the corners of her eyes. What had she done wrong? Had she hurt Nina with her clumsy fingers? Why did she have to be so useless, so childish, so virginal?

But Nina was smiling that same enthralling smile she always wore. The look in her dazzling green eyes wasn't anger, but equal parts love, lust and amusement. When she spoke, she was a little out of breath, but her voice was warm like summer sunshine.

"You're wonderful, Anni. I always knew you were beautiful, but I didn't realise you were so talented. We should have done this long ago."

"Nina, I love you," Anya blurted. She immediately felt like an idiot, and blushed even brighter. She opened her mouth to apologise. Nina leant forward and kissed her long and hard.

"I've always loved you, sweet," Nina whispered when the kiss ended. "Now I want to prove it to you. I want to make you come."

Once again, Nina climbed off Anya and knelt on the floor, her head between Anya's parted legs. Anya lay there, gazing up at the carved wooden ceiling, as Nina's hands moved sensuously over her thighs, stroking at the lips of her vagina once more. She sighed and shivered with joy as Nina's fingers slipped inside her once again. Suddenly, she felt something soft and warm play delicately over her clit, then tease her labia. She felt aflame with pleasure, her hips rocking and her legs flexing on the sweat-damp sheets. She realised, through the wonderful haze of sensation, that Nina was kissing and licking her cunt.

Nina's tongue darted in and out of Anya, stroking the tender lips of her virgin pussy, flicking up and down, side to side. Somehow it felt even better than being fingered. The bedsheets were soaked now, and not just with sweat. Anya lost all self-control; she gasped, squealed, and had to bite her tongue hard to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. The older girl continued silently, barely stopping for breath. Her fingers massaged Anya's clit as her tongue lapped at the walls of her vagina. Anya felt her pleasure rising to a fierce crescendo. 

She cried out in ecstasy as she came, her juices drenching the bed. A wave of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known rushed through her. She thrashed her legs, arched her back and clutched at the sheets and pillows with trembling hands. Nina kept kissing and tonguing her through the orgasm. At last, her mind and body spent, Anya relaxed on the bed and lay there, panting for breath. The breeze from the garden felt blissfully cool on her aching breasts and tender pussy as Nina came to lie next to her.

"Was that nice for you, sweet?" Nina asked nonchalantly, as if she'd just given Anya an ice cream, instead of a mind-blowing orgasm. 

"Yes. Oh God, yes," Anya said. "Nina, I love you, I love you so much."

Nina laughed and stroked Anya's unkempt hair away from her forehead. "I aim to please." She planted a dozen tiny kisses on Anya's neck, then kissed along the curve of her breasts before running her tongue delicately around each nipple. She kissed and fondled Anya's breasts for a while longer, much more gently than before, as if knowing how tender and sore her cousin was. Then she said, "If you want to sleep now, Anni, I'll leave you in peace."

"No, don't go," Anya said desperately. At that moment, she wouldn't have left Nina's side for the world. 

"Ah, but if you want me to stay, love, you need to do something for me." That old mischievous look was in Nina's eyes again, a glint that was both wicked and endearing.

"Anything."

"I want you to do the same for me, as I just did for you." She got on top of Anya, and knelt with her legs astride the younger girl's shoulders. Anya gazed sleepily up at the smooth hairless mound of Nina's vulva. The engorged pink lips were glistening wet, just inches from her mouth. It seemed so surreal, almost dreamlike, except that she could smell Nina's ripe sweetness, could feel tiny beads of moisture falling on her skin. She reached up with one hand, only for Nina to grab her wrist again. "Not with your fingers this time, sweet," Nina said, using her mildly commanding tone again. "With your tongue." She pushed herself forward until her labia stroked warm and wet against Anya's mouth.

Anya breathed in Nina's scent as she kissed the older girl's vulva. The skin was slick and fiercely warm to the touch, and the taste - sour and sweet and vital all at once - played across her tongue. Her saliva mixed with Nina's juices as she nervously tongued the labia. Nina moaned above her. "That's right, Anni, keep doing that," she said, running her fingers through Anya's hair and stroking her cheek. Anya plucked up her courage and jabbed her small sharp tongue between the wet folds of her cousin's cunt. Nina whimpered and shuddered in response.

Anya tended to Nina with growing enthusiasm - she tried a few darting strokes with her tongue inside the vagina, then left quick eager kisses on the pubic mound. She found Nina's clit once again and kissed it as lightly as she could. Nina trembled and sighed. Her words of encouragement grew increasingly breathless, and became interspersed with little squeals of astonished joy as Anya's tongue played over her clit and ran between the lips of her vagina. "Oh fuck, you're so good, Anya, don't stop, please, oh God, keep going..." 

Then Nina stopped talking and just moaned and shivered and shuddered. Her hands darted down between her legs, her nails briefly grazing Anya's nose as she stroked and fingered herself. Anya knew what was about to happen. She sped up, teasing Nina's clit mercilessly, before giving her cousin's beautiful cunt a long drawn-out kiss.

Nina's wetness drenched Anya's face as she came screaming. Anya had thought her own cry had been loud, but Nina could surely be heard clear across the bay. It seemed to last forever, and Anya earnestly wished that it would. She was flushed with exertion and her whole body tingled; she felt pride and shame and love and lust all together in a surge of emotion. Right then, it would have taken barely a kiss between her thighs to make her come too.

Above her, Nina at last relaxed and sank back down onto the bed. Anya wiped her wet face dry with one of the pillows, and turned to look at her cousin. The two girls were lying almost nose to nose, and Anya found herself mirroring Nina's contented smile.

"Anya, that was incredible," Nina breathed. "You're a complete natural. I wish my first time had been half as good."

"Really?" 

"Really. You're a proper virtuouso with that tongue of yours." She kissed Anya once more on the lips, then got up, stretching her back in a catlike fashion. "Now, I don't know about you, but I need a piss and a shower. Don't want to be all messy for our big date tonight."

"A date? With who?"

"With Sam, silly girl," Nina laughed. "Trust me, you and I are going to get the fucking of our lives when he hears about this. Now come have a shower with me."

*

Anya felt like she was living in a dreamworld. Everything was surreal, too perfect to be true. In the shower, as Nina pressed her wet naked body against Anya's and sensuously soaped her breasts and thighs, Anya thought she was going to swoon. Even as they crossed the lawn back to the house naked, revelling in the warm sunshine and the green grass underfoot, Anya feared that any moment she might wake up and find it had all been a beautiful dream.

As they stepped into the cool shade of the verandah, Nina turned to Anya and said, "We're in luck today, sweet. Mama is off to some bitch socialite's place for dinner, and Karl and Valerie have rented a boat for the evening - probably so they can fuck each other till they pass out. You and Sam and I have the place to ourselves, and he's going to be home in an hour or two."

"So is he going to..."

"Fuck us senseless? Me, definitely. You, if you still want it."

"I do," Anya said decisively. She didn't want to give herself the option of backing out, now that she'd gone so far.

Nina grinned her lovely grin. "Then let's give Sam the best surprise he's ever had."

The two of them lounged around the house, still nude, as they waited for Sam to return. Nina rustled up a light lunch, bread and salad and sliced meat washed down with fresh orange juice. Anya went to the living room and watched TV for a bit, flicking through the channels and streaming half a movie from the internet, but she couldn't really concentrate, not with Nina walking around gloriously naked right in front of her. She still couldn't believe she'd fucked her, kissed and caressed and tasted that fantastic body. At one point, Nina sat down next to her on the couch, and Anya tried eagerly to kiss her. Nina stopped her, giggling at the younger girl's confusion. "Not yet, sweet. Save it for Sam."

Anya nearly went crazy with impatience, but at last she heard a car heading up the driveway. Nina looked out the window and smiled broadly. "That's his car, Anni. Let's go to the hall, and give him his surprise." Anya followed her cousin out of the living room, her heart pounding nervously and her pussy wet once more.

"Ready, sweet?" Nina asked as they stood together in the hall. Anya nodded, and Nina pulled her close for a kiss.

Sam unlocked the front door and walked in, dressed in loose cotton trousers, a checked shirt and sandals. He was swinging his car keys around one finger and whistling a merry tune. But he stopped whistling and froze stock-still in the doorway when he saw his sister and cousin standing totally naked in the hall. The girls were French-kissing like crazy, with their breasts pushed together and their fingers in each other's pussies. Sam's jaw dropped and his eyes grew comically wide. Nina and Anya kept kissing, making theatrical sighs and moans as they stroked and fondled each other.

"Nina, what the fuck?" Sam said. There was shock in his voice, but as he walked towards the two of them a delighted smile formed on his face. When he spoke again, he just sounded impressed. "Sis, you mean you actually got Anya to..."

Nina suddenly broke away from Anya and embraced her brother. Anya watched her cousins kiss - not the polite little kisses they usually shared in front of family, but a long, deep, intense lovers' kiss. Then Nina began whispering excitedly in her brother's ear.

Anya couldn't make out all of Nina's words, but a few scandalous snatches reached her ears. "Had her in the summerhouse...so fucking hot...gorgeous pussy...so tight...tongue's amazing...made me come like crazy...gonna love her..." Anya blushed as Nina and Sam kept glancing eagerly at her. Sam was smiling ever more broadly as Nina spoke. Evidently Nina was advertising her quite well.

The siblings came over to Anya, and Sam looked her up and down with obvious glee. Without further ado, he grabbed her and pulled her into a lusty kiss. She was too surprised to resist, and then found herself responding quite eagerly. Sam's tongue probed her mouth. She could smell his aftershave, and beneath it, a virile musk that made her heart flutter excitedly. One of Sam's big strong hands reached up and touched her breasts, giving each one a playful squeeze. His other hand made its way around her thigh to clutch her small firm buttocks. Anya gasped and giggled, then resumed the kiss. Sam's crotch was pressed against her, and she could feel a growing hard bulge behind the trouser fabric.

"God, Anya, you are fucking gorgeous," Sam said when he finally pulled away. "I mean, I always knew you were hot, but...wow. Did you really do what Nina said you did?"

Anya nodded, delighted at the way Sam's eyes widened in response. She flashed him what she hoped was a seductive smile.

Sam immediately tried to kiss her again, his hand going for her crotch this time. Nina giggled and snatched his wrist. "Naughty," she said mock-scoldingly. "Not in the hallway, big brother. You and I are going to fuck this girl till she hollers, but we're going to do it in her room."




Sweet Summer Ch. 02



Neither Anya nor Sam argued as Nina led them upstairs. On the way along the corridor, Sam kicked off his sandals and pulled off his shirt. Anya could see an enormous bulge in his trousers, and smiled shyly in anticipation. When they got to the guest bedroom, Nina guided Anya to the big double bed, while Sam stood in the doorway, eyeing the two naked girls lustfully.

"We've wanted you for a long time, Anya," Nina said, grinning, as she and Anya got onto the bed. "When we heard you were coming here for the summer, we knew we had to get you into bed. You know, Sam thought I wasn't up to seducing you alone."

Sam laughed. "I swear I'll never doubt you again, sis."

The look Nina gave him in response was pure lechery. "I'll forgive you, Sam, if you show us that big pretty cock of yours," she said huskily.

Sam obligingly unbuckled his belt and let his trousers slide down his legs. He wasn't wearing boxers, and his semi-erect penis hung free between his toned legs. Anya stared at it in astonishment. She'd had a vague glimpse of it the other night, and had seen its outline in Sam's swimming trunks many times, but she'd never realised just how big it was. As Anya watched, the thick foreskin was pulling back from the head, which was bulging out, bright red and glistening with a bead of pre-come. The shaft thickened and lengthened, veins standing out on the smooth skin. Anya had seen a few penises before, although she'd never done anything much with them, and none of them had been anywhere near as big as Sam's. She felt a mixture of delight and trepidation as she imagined it sliding into her. How would it even fit? Almost involuntarily, she reached one hand down between her legs and started restlessly stroking her already-wet pussy lips.

Sam noticed. "Like what you see, babe?" he asked cheerfully.

Anya stammered a reply, dry-mouthed. "Yes, but...it's so big."

"He knows what he's doing with it, too," Nina put in. "You're going to love it, Anni, I promise." She was eyeing her brother eagerly and excitedly massaging her own pussy.

Sam stepped out of his trousers and approached the bed, naked. His cock was now massively erect, easily nine or ten inches long. Abruptly, Nina leant forward and grabbed it, her small hands barely managing to encircle the thick shaft. Sam grunted in surprise, his cock throbbing in Nina's grip. "Nina, love, I thought you wanted me to fuck Anya first," he said, although he didn't sound particularly annoyed as Nina squeezed his erection harder.

"Not before I've had a little taste," Nina answered, with a profoundly naughty smile. She knelt before her brother and began stroking quickly up and down his cock with one hand. Her other hand cupped his heavy balls and started playing with them. Anya watched, frustrated but fascinated, as Nina kissed the wet tip of Sam's cock and licked the head, first delicately, then hungrily. Her fingers stroked down the shaft to tousle his pubic hair. Sam wore a blissful smile as his sister took the thick head of his cock in her mouth and began sucking hard on it. 

Anya was amazed that Nina could fit something that big in her dainty mouth, but Nina didn't stop there. As Sam's right hand grasped the top of her head, she moved forward to swallow even more of his cock, until nearly half of its shaft was down her throat. She pulled back again, leaving the shaft wet and glistening, then started going forward and back, forward and back, working Sam's cock with her fingers and tongue all the while. Despite her frustrated, horny impatience, Anya marvelled at Nina's stamina as she kept up the blowjob. Sam groaned contentedly, his eyes closed as if in meditation. "Fuck, Nina, you're the best," he muttered.

At last, Sam shuddered and gave a harsh grunt of ecstasy, his strong fingers digging into Nina's long ash-blonde hair as he ejaculated in her mouth. Nina pulled back, letting her brother's cock swing free as another impressive spurt of semen splattered onto her breasts. Nina glanced back at Anya; more come gleamed on her lips. Then she swallowed theatrically, breathed deep and grinned. "That was a hell of a load, big brother," she said wryly, her pert breasts covered in rivulets of white.

"And that was one fuck of a warm-up," Sam smiled back. His dripping cock was still erect, albeit slightly wilted. "Gonna be a minute or two before I can go again. Poor little Anya has to wait now."

Nina shook her head and fixed her brother with a commanding look as she settled back on the bed. "Oh no, you aren't getting out of this that easy, Sam. Time for you to make us ready. Me first." She spread her legs wide, and Anya could see her cunt lips gleaming pink and wet. Anya's own pussy was sopping wet, her clit engorged, as Sam approached the two girls and sank to his knees, his huge cock swinging pendulously. His powerful hands gripped Nina's thighs, and without further ado he began kissing her vulva. Nina's breath came in short gasps and hisses as Sam went down on her with enthusiasm. She arched her back and grabbed the bedspread, calling out, "God, that's so good, that's perfect, fuck, that's perfect..."

Sam kept lapping at his sister's cunt, holding her legs still as she twisted around in wild pleasure. Anya watched, enthralled. She was desperately stroking and fingering her own vagina, biting her lip to stay quiet. Suddenly, Nina reached out with one strong tanned arm and grabbed Anya's breast, clutching at it so hard it hurt. Anya whimpered in pleasure and pain. Then, as Sam tongued her labia and kissed her clit, Nina slid her hand down Anya's pale flat belly and slid two fingers roughly into the younger girl's cunt. Without looking, still thrashing around in her own world of pleasure, Nina started fingering and tweaking Anya, who responded with cries of surprised joy. She didn't know how Nina could be so skilful even in the midst of orgasm. She also didn't care.

Nina finally came, crying out her brother's name. She stopped fingering Anya and brought her hands to her own crotch. Sam held her legs and kissed her pussy until the orgasm abated. Then Sam looked up from between his sister's legs and smiled at both girls, his mouth and chin wet with Nina's juices. "Still a squirter, huh, little sis?"

"Oh, fuck, Sam, you can play me like a fucking violin," Nina replied, panting for breath. "Don't stop now. Do it to Anya, do it to Anya."

Anya had thought that her first orgasm with Nina was the greatest pleasure possible. She had been wrong. As Sam put his lips to her cunt and began licking her with incredible speed, she felt a surge of hot pleasure so intense she could barely breathe. Sam's hands held her thighs in an iron grip, stopping her from breaking away, as his tongue tended to her clitoris with masterful strokes. 

Anya shrieked and swore at the top of her lungs; eyes shut, she tried to reach out and fondle Nina as Nina had fondled her, but found she couldn't do anything but clumsily brush one breast. Nina, who was watching with gleaming eyes, helpfully seized her wrist and guided her hand between her legs. Anya fingered Nina as best she could, eliciting happy sighs and moans, but as her orgasm reached the point of no return, she gave up and just clutched at herself. 

"Oh fuck, Sam, I'm coming, I-" Anya's words trailed away into a scream of pure joy.

She didn't have much time to enjoy the afterglow, however. Sam stood up and wiped his mouth, grinning down lustfully at Anya. Nina, wearing an identical grin, sat up on her haunches and said to the younger girl, "Are you ready, sweet?"

Anya swallowed, breathless and trembling, as Sam gripped her hips and pulled her effortlessly to the edge of the bed, so that her slender legs dangled over the side. She could see that Sam's cock was fully erect again. She stared at it, at once fearful and impatient. Sam placed his strong hands on her thighs, and gently stroked her pale skin. He tilted his head questioningly, just as Nina had in the summerhouse.

"I..." Anya licked her dry lips, and took a deep breath. "Yes. I'm ready."

"Good girl," Nina said. She kissed Anya softly on the cheek, then nodded to Sam.

Slowly, so slowly, Sam eased the thick glistening head of his erection between the wet lips of Anya's vagina. Anya gasped as she felt herself stretch to accomodate her cousin's huge cock. She felt a rush of pleasure and pain as the walls of her pussy clenched tight around the shaft. Her hymen had broken long ago from exercise, but it still hurt to have something so big inside her virgin cunt. Sam's smile was gentle and encouraging as he went deeper into her. Nina kissed her and stroked her hair all the while. "That's right, love, just relax," she said.

Sam slid his cock in until most of the shaft was deep between Anya's wet pink folds. Anya whimpered in pain - her pussy felt like it was stretched to its limit - but didn't take her eyes off Sam. He reached out to take hold of her left breast, squeezing it and rubbing the erect nipple. Then he began to move in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm, and Anya felt her pleasure mount. Her breath came in quick gasps and her hips rocked as Sam kept up his smooth motion. He leaned down over her and kissed her breasts, then pressed his lips against hers, still thrusting his cock up inside her. They kissed deeply, tongues locking together, and then Sam began to speed up.

Anya's small pale arms reached around Sam's muscular back, trying to pull him closer against her as he fucked her. The pleasure was unbelievable, somehow heightened by the pain. Sam wasn't even sliding in the full length of his cock, and it still hurt like crazy. Anya cried her cousin's name as the fierce thrusts got ever faster. "Sam, please, it hurts, oh God, Sam, it's so big." Even as she said it, the feeling was so good she couldn't bear for him to stop; she dug her nails into his back and kissed him as hard as she could.

Sam kept going, kissing Anya and fondling her heaving breasts with impossibly strong fingers. Nina was sitting back and watching with a huge smile on her face. She was playing with her pussy and moaning in pleasure, her beautiful green eyes fixed on the couple. Meanwhile, Anya's cries and gasps of pain and pleasure were growing louder and louder as the glorious minutes wore past. Her small neat fingers clawed long red scratches down Sam's straining back and shoulders. "Jesus, Anya, you're so tight, you're wonderful," Sam said, his voice thick with lust and exertion.

Once again, Anya could feel the fiery sensation inside her rising to a crescendo. Every nerve felt alive with ecstasy. Her legs kicked at the air on either side of Sam as he pressed deep into her. "I love you," she gasped at him and Nina. "Fuck, I love you so much." Then she came yet again, and briefly she wondered if it was possible to die of pleasure.

As Anya shrieked and writhed through her orgasm, Sam's thrusts reached a fever pitch. He leaned back, grunting and breathing hard, his hands gripping Anya's thighs painfully hard. His expression was rapturous. "Anya, babe, I love you," he cried out. "Fuck, you're so good. I love you." He thrust into her once more, and then a mighty shudder went through him as he came in torrents inside her.

Shock and delight filled Anya's mind in equal measure as she felt the hot rush of her cousin's semen in her vagina. Still wracked by her own ecstasy, she felt Sam seize her arms and pull her up against him. He kissed her almost forcefully as his cock kept spurting hot come into her. Finally, he pulled out of her and stood back, panting, his penis finally going flaccid. He regarded her sprawled naked body with a look of sleepy-eyed adoration. A thick white string of semen still stretched between his cock and Anya's vulva.

They were silent for a few moments, catching their breath. Then Nina said, her voice mirthful as ever, "How was that for you, Anni?"

"So good," Anya breathed. She was so happy and sore and exhausted that there were tears in her eyes. "Oh God, so, so good. Sam, I love you."

"Yeah, I think we established that already, babe," Sam grinned wickedly at her. Drops of sweat glinted on his broad muscled chest. Then his smile softened, and he climbed onto the bed to recline next to her. "I love you, too, Anya. Always have," he said, kissing her cheek and stroking her long, tangled hair.

"And so do I," said Nina, moving across to give Anya a happy kiss. Sam leaned over Anya and kissed his sister, then started kissing and gently caressing both girls. Anya was too exhausted to respond. She just lay there, eyes half-closed, as her cousins kissed and touched her. Her breasts and thighs were so sore she whimpered whenever Nina and Sam stroked them. Her pussy felt terribly tender, and it was still full of the thick wet warmth of Sam's come. Vaguely, Anya realised that she might now get pregnant. She couldn't have cared less.

It was a few sweet minutes before anyone spoke again. Nina broke off from kissing Anya's right breast to ask, "Did she live up to your expectations, big brother?"

"Jesus, did she ever. I could get fucking addicted to that pussy. I can't believe that was your first time, Anni," Sam said. Then he noticed Nina's mischievously raised eyebrow. "Well, your first time with a guy, anyway," he added, chuckling.

"I can see we're going to have to spend a lot more time with you this holiday, Anya," Nina smiled. "We only have you for a month, and I for one don't want to waste a second of it."

Anya finally found the energy to speak. "I wish I could stay forever. I love you both. I love you so much." Despite everything, she still felt foolish for saying it.

Nina kissed her again on the lips, and abruptly scooted off the bed. "I think it's time for a little rite of passage for you, sweet," she said cheerfully as she knelt on the carpet between Anya's outstretched legs. "Only thing I like better than the taste of Sam's come is the taste of his come in another girl's pussy. I've done this with pretty much all his girlfriends now. It's like an initiation."

Sam sat up on the bed and watched his sister with an eager smile. His penis was visibly stiffening again. "If you ask me, Nina, some of those girls come here more for your tongue than for my dick," he laughed.

Lying spreadeagled on the bed, Anya was so spent she didn't think she could manage another orgasm. "No, don't, Nina," she pleaded weakly. "Please. I can't take any more, I-" Anya stopped talking and started moaning in helpless pleasure as Nina lapped at her tender pussy lips. The older girl teased Anya's clit with her tongue and fingertips, before licking and sucking away the thick white semen that coated Anya's vulva. It took Nina a little longer than usual to bring her thoroughly exhausted cousin to orgasm, but as ever, she managed it. Sam kissed Anya's forehead and held her gently against his chest as she came.

Nina wiped her mouth and climbed back onto the bed. "You look like you need a break, sweet," she observed with a hint of laughter, idly tapping one of Anya's pale pink nipples with her forefinger. Then she gazed hungrily at Sam and rolled onto her back, legs spread wide. "And I need a good hard fuck."

Sam didn't need to be told twice. He clambered over Anya and moved on top of Nina, easing his way between her legs. His cock was massively erect, somehow looking even bigger than before. Anya reluctantly moved aside to let her cousins have more space. Despite her exhaustion, she found herself getting wet with arousal yet again.

Nina and Sam started kissing with desperate fervour, their hands stroking over each other's hair and shoulders as they made out. Nina broke the kiss to whisper, fiercely, "Watching you fuck her made me jealous as hell, Sam. You better fuck me twice as hard, you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am," Sam grinned. He seized his sister's upper arms and pushed her down hard into the bedspread, kissing her hungrily. Then, still kissing her, he roughly thrust his cock into her. 

Anya already knew Nina was noisy in bed, but now, with nobody else in the house to disturb, the older girl lost any hint of self-control. Nina cried out Sam's name, she swore, she shrieked, she moaned long passionate moans. Sam was still going slowly, moving in long, provocative strokes, but his sister was already half-mad with pleasure. Her strong tanned hips moved in tandem with each thrust. Anya watched entranced as the two of them gradually sped up, fucking harder and faster. Nina's cries and gasps intensified.

Sam kept his promise - he fucked Nina much harder and longer than he had Anya. Anya realised, with a mixture of gratitude and disappointment, that he'd deliberately made it quick and relatively gentle for her. If he wanted, he could have fucked her into unconsciousness. Even that brief experience had been more intense than anything she'd ever felt; she could hardly imagine what it was like for Nina right now.

Nina suddenly screamed that she was coming, and shook and shuddered underneath her brother, but Sam just kept going. A minute or so later, Nina came again, and then again. Anya stared in sheer amazement. She found herself forgetting her tiredness as her pussy became soaking wet; her fingers stole down between her legs to play with her labia.

As Nina reached her fourth orgasm, she began cursing Sam furiously. "Fuck you, Sam, you fucking bastard, I can't take any more, you fucking...Oh, God, yes..." She moaned in ecstasy, and her slender fingers dug deep into the skin of her brother's back, adding more red scratches to the growing tally. Anya wasn't sure whether to envy Nina or feel sorry for her as the marathon fuck continued.

After what seemed like an age, Sam finally came, groaning and holding his sister tight against his chest as his semen surged into her. He rolled off Nina, lying between the two girls with his cock still half-erect and dripping come. Nina was flushed and gasping for breath. Her blonde hair was wildly unkempt. Her vulva was visibly overflowing with Sam's come. She looked to be on the verge of tears, and Anya was momentarily worried that Sam had really hurt her. Then Nina curled up against Sam and kissed him more passionately than ever.

"Oh my fucking God, Sam," Nina said when the kiss ended. "I thought I was going to go mad. How'd you keep going so long?"

"Practice, love," Sam replied with a tired smile. He turned to Anya. "Did you like the show, Anni?"

"I can't believe you guys," Anya said, grinning shyly. "That was incredible. So fucking hot."

Sam's gaze was lecherous. "I went easy on you the first time, Anni, but from now on we're going to be doing it properly. I'm going to fuck you like I fuck Nina. Because I know it makes her jealous."

All three of them laughed at that. Sam stretched out his muscular arms and looped them around the waists of the two girls. He drew them close to him, and they all curled up together, relaxing happily in the afterglow. "Don't fall asleep, guys," Nina mumbled, her eyes half-closed. "Still got a long day ahead of us."

*

If Anya's first encounter with Nina had been dreamlike, then the afternoon and evening of that glorious day were positively magical. After recovering from their first bout of lovemaking, the three of them moved from room to room, giggling and gasping as they fucked in beds, on couches, on the floor, up against walls. Anya let Sam fuck her long and hard, and was surprised to find herself keeping up with him, although she still couldn't take it as well as Nina. When they got to Karl and Valerie's room, their passion made the bedsprings creak, and Anya laughed out loud as she remembered how annoyed she'd been at Karl and Valerie's noisy sex.

They took breaks occasionally, when they needed to urinate or get a drink, but most of their time was spent in intense, wordless passion. As the afternoon wore on, the two girls went down on Sam, and then on each other, over and over again. Anya had trouble fitting Sam's cock into her mouth, but contented herself with licking and sucking the tip. When he came in her mouth, she was astounded to find how much she liked the taste. At one point the three of them lay in a circle on the living room floor, with Nina sucking Sam's cock as he licked out Anya's cunt, and Anya in turn running her tongue over Nina's vulva. They all enjoyed this so much that they kept it up for ages, changing places periodically.




Sweet Summer Ch. 02



At last, when all three of them were thoroughly exhausted, very sore and blissfully happy, they wandered naked to the summerhouse, and lay together on the little bed to cuddle. Anya could smell their mingled sweat and the faint residual aroma of Nina's perfume. She twined her slender legs with her cousins' longer, stronger ones, and smiled sleepily as they both put their arms around her. Outside, the sun was setting gloriously over the bay, and the warm air was full of evening birdsong. Heaven, Anya thought.

"I wish we could all get married," she said, after they had been lazing there a while. It was a stupid, childish thing to say, but at that moment she meant it with absolute sincerity.

"God, me too, sweet," Nina mumbled, planting a tiny kiss on Anya's neck. "Although I get the feeling the local church wouldn't exactly jump at the chance to hold a triple marriage between a brother, sister and cousin. Maybe in America?"

Sam laughed ruefully at the joke. "Don't get your hopes up, sis. Sad to say, but we're going to have to keep this secret, unless we want our parents to disown us. I think we've got it covered so far. "

"As long as one of your girls doesn't go telling tales," Nina said.

"They might," Sam admitted. "It's the risk we take. But if we were ever found out, I'd forget the house and the family, and run away with you. Both of you."

"My parents wouldn't like that," Anya muttered. As the sheer joy of the past day faded into memory, she felt sad, and increasingly frightened. She'd let love and lust take control of her, and hadn't given any thought to consequence. What if someone caught them? What if her parents found out? What if she got pregnant with Sam's child?

The silence grew uncomfortable. Then Nina said, in a sharp fierce tone that Anya had never heard her use before, "Maybe someone will find out. Maybe our families will disown us. Maybe we'll have to run away. But Sam's right. I'd happily live naked in the woods, as long as I was with you two."

"That's my girl," said Sam. He kissed Nina's hair. "Now, we should probably head inside and clean up. Karl and Valerie might be a bit suspicious if they find their bed looking like three people fucked in it."

"How would they notice?" Anya said, and was surprised to find her cousins crack up laughing at her joke.

They went back across the garden, and spent the rest of the evening tidying the house, changing the sheets, rearranging furniture. Every little detail brought back wonderful memories, and Anya found herself grinning ear to ear despite her tiredness. That rumpled duvet - that was where she'd lain as Nina licked yet another helping of Sam's come from her vulva. That leather couch - that was where Nina had rode Sam's cock while Anya touched herself. Those cushions strewn on the floor - that was where they'd had their three-way sixty-nine...

The house was perfectly tidy, and the three of them were showered and dressed, when Anya's aunt returned from her dinner, dressed in an elegant blue gown. She found them all in the big wood-pannelled kitchen, cooking dinner and chatting innocently. She greeted them with kisses, sat down in a padded chair, and immediately started her usual cheery monologue. 

"Sorry I was away for so long, my loves. That ghastly woman talked me half to death, and the wine was absolutely awful, I mean, God in heaven, what does she spend all that money on? And her husband's a complete bore, and a pervert, he was staring at my tits the whole evening! And the guests...pah! Such non-entities! I remember when there was a better class of people in this town, it's all gone to the dogs lately..."

Nina, Sam and Anya kept trading amused glances as they pretended to listen. Anya wondered how her aunt would react if she knew that, in the very same chair she was sitting on, her son and daughter and niece had taken turns performing intense oral sex on each other.

At last, Anya's aunt finished decrying the appalling standard of the local social scene, and asked the three of them, "So, anyway, my loves, how was your day?"

"Uneventful," Nina said.

"Bit boring, really," Sam added.

"We spent most of it lying down," said Anya, truthfully.

*

The rest of the holiday passed in an exhausting, wonderful blur. The days were spent as they always had been - swimming in the bay, sunbathing in the garden, wandering the sun-kissed streets of the beautiful old harbour. She drank fine wine and ate at restaurants, then headed to the bars to make obscene small-talk with her cousins' beguilingly attractive friends. She went on a sightseeing trip across the bay with the whole family, pretending not to notice when Karl and Valerie sneaked away to have sex. She phoned her parents' hotel in South America and talked with them as if everything was normal.

At night, though, she belonged to Nina and Sam. When the sun went down, the three of them would sneak out, naked and laughing, to fuck each other senseless in the summerhouse. Often they didn't even get that far; they simply tumbled onto the soft grass and made love as soon as they were out of sight of the house. Sometimes Nina let Sam have Anya to himself, content to sit and watch their passion; other times she made sure to have her way with the younger girl before letting her brother indulge himself with her. After they brought Anya to orgasm, Nina and Sam would go for each other, fucking with an intensity that was almost frightening. Then they all took turns pleasuring one another in every way they could. When they were too tired and sore to continue, they lay together on the lawn and watched the sun rise. Those pre-dawn moments, resting on the grass with her body aching, Sam's come still warm inside her and her cousins pressing their gorgeous nude bodies against her, were perhaps the happiest of Anya's young life.

When at last the time came for her to leave, the parting was almost unbearable. The last night with Nina and Sam was the most intense and passionate of all. Anya came half a dozen times, gasping and moaning as Sam thrust into her and Nina kissed and caressed every inch of her body. But it was bittersweet, because they knew she was going. "I love you, I love you," she kept telling them, suddenly madly afraid that they'd forget her. 

In the morning, Anya sat through breakfast trying her damnedest not to cry. When the taxi arrived to take her to the airport, she couldn't take it any more, and burst into tears as the cousins hugged her. "Don't cry, Anni, you can always phone us if you want to talk," said her aunt, which just made her cry harder. As if a phone call could provide the connection she wanted; as if it could bring her close to the two people she loved most in the world!

Nina and Sam kissed her goodbye - chaste pecks on the cheek, not the long passionate kisses she was so used to by now - and helped her get her luggage into the taxi. They waved at her, smiling calmly but sadly, as the car started down the hill. Anya watched their beautiful faces recede through the rear window until they vanished from sight. Her eyes still full of tears, she settled in for the drive, barely seeing the glorious countryside rush past outside.

The taxi was halfway to the airport when Anya heard her smartphone buzz. She reached into her handbag to retrieve it, and when she saw Nina's message on the screen, she smiled through her tears.

WE LOVE YOU. SEE YOU NEXT SUMMER.



Sweet Summer Ch. 03



[This chapter continues the main story of Sam, Nina and Anya. It sets the scene for the Berlin chapter, which will be much longer and have more action. All characters involved in sexual situations are over 18.]



Sam liked to think of himself as someone who appreciated the finer things in life. Despite growing up in a wealthy family, he'd always thought that money was no substitute for simple, timeless pleasures. A sunny day on the beach, the sound of waves crashing on the shore, relaxing after a hard day's work... And, of course, waking up in bed between two gorgeous naked girls after a night of wild sex.

He lay there and luxuriated in the morning sunshine as Nina and Monica dozed beside him. He'd kept his promise to call Monica; they'd met up a few times in the week since the house party. He'd become very fond of her bubbly personality, not to mention her perky tits and superb talent for sucking cock. Still, he hadn't been sure if she'd be willing to join in with him and his sister – until he'd come home the day before and found the two girls making out in the summerhouse. It turned out Nina had seduced Monica as soon as she heard that Sam was fucking her. It wasn't the first time she'd taken one of Sam's girlfriends as her own, and it wasn't likely to be the last.

Sam was always pleasantly surprised how many of the local girls were willing to join in his and Nina's secret affair, but he also knew from bitter experience that he couldn't take such acceptance for granted. So he'd been relieved when Monica acknowledged their incest without batting an eyelid ("If I had a brother as hot as you, I'd be fucking him too," she'd joked). With the house to themselves once again, the three of them had spent a glorious night pleasuring one another, moving from the summerhouse to the garden to the lounge, and finally back to Sam's room.

It had been a joyous blur of an evening, but a few delicious memories stood out in particular for Sam. Monica's silky-smooth pussy taking the full length of his cock as they fucked in a rough doggy-style, her cute little breasts bouncing up and down with their rhythm. Nina lying on the couch with her legs splayed, squealing in orgasmic delight with Monica lapping Sam's come from her freshly-fucked vulva. Both girls kneeling to go down on him, their warm tongues dancing over his cock, no doubt tasting their own pussy juices on the shaft. The mere memory of that heavenly blowjob duet was enough to make him rock-hard under the covers.

Pleasant as it would have been to laze in bed with the two girls all day, Sam knew he had a busy day ahead of him. It had been tricky to organise at short notice, and it had taken up a lot of the money he'd saved for his pre-university holidays, but he and Nina had finally booked their trip to Germany. Their flight to Munich was scheduled for the late afternoon. By sundown, they would be reunited with Anya.

They planned to spend one night in Munich, catching up with their aunt and uncle and plethora of cousins. Then he, Nina and Anya were going to Berlin, where they had booked a hotel room for seven days. Sam smiled to himself as he pictured the week ahead – a bit of sightseeing, maybe some clubbing and bar-hopping, and hours and hours of intense, uninhibited sex with the two girls he loved best. Monica was hot, but nothing could compare to threesomes with Nina and Anya.

He nudged the sleeping girls awake. Monica groaned in quiet protest, while Nina simply stretched in that catlike way of hers and kissed Sam on the cheek, letting her exquisite breasts push against him. Her long blonde hair was sexily unkempt from the night before. "Morning," she said with sleepy cheerfulness. "I had a dream about you."

"Really? What was I doing?"

"Her, mostly." She nodded at Monica, who was now sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "I got quite jealous."

"I think you got a fair bit of attention yourself, sis," he replied lecherously. "And Monica deserved to be centre stage, it's her first time with us."

"It better not be the last," Monica drawled, looking over at the siblings and smiling with undisguised lust. She wasn't quite as beautiful as Nina, but she was very easy on the eye – petite and blue-eyed with a cute button nose and long, wavy brown hair. Her breasts were smallish but firm and perfectly-formed, blemished only by a light scatter of freckles. Her hand moved under the covers and found Sam's hard cock, grasping it gently.

"Oh, no, I can see you're going to be a regular visitor," Nina laughed. Sam grunted happily as Monica stroked him under the bedclothes, then felt Nina's delicate hand join Monica's. They both rubbed and squeezed his cock, cuddling up close to him to kiss his face and neck. As morning pick-me-ups went, it was probably one of the all-time greats. He put his arms around them and kissed them both in gratitude.

"I wish you two weren't going today," Monica pouted, still fondling Sam. "I want to stay with you. Can't your German girl wait a bit?"

"Flight's booked now. And she's been waiting too long already," Sam said apologetically.

"Well...can I at least stay for breakfast?"

"I'd be insulted if you didn't," he replied, kissing her on the lips, then reaching up to squeeze one of her lovely little tits. Monica grinned as she let go of his cock and lay back on the bed, letting him pull away the covers and move on top of her. Nina leaned back and watched them with amusement.

"You don't waste time, do you, big brother?" she observed.

Sam didn't reply, he was too busy kissing Monica. Her legs were spread wide, and as he crouched down over her, the head of his erection stroked her warm thigh. Then he felt the soft fuzz of her pubic hair, and then the warm, engorged outer lips of her cunt. He guided himself inside her with a long groan of pleasure that she echoed beneath him. Nina, who was watching intently, slipped a hand between her own legs and began playing with herself.

Monica was even tighter than Nina, and was pleasantly responsive in the eager motion of her hips and thighs, using him even as he used her. It was a lazy morning fuck rather than the bed-thrashing marathons he usually had with Nina, but no less pleasant for all that. She came twice, moaning and squealing as the wet heat of her pussy pulsed around his shaft. Sam pulled out of her a moment before his own orgasm and finished triumphantly on her breasts, covering them in white torrents. More of his come spurted onto her belly and thighs as his climax ran its course. Nina, who had been masturbating with rising urgency the whole time, came a moment later. 

Sam rolled off Monica, and they relaxed on the bed, sighing with contentment. Lying beside them, Nina glanced in the direction of Monica's come-splattered breasts, then gave her brother a faux-resentful look. 

"You never do that to me," she said huffily, and then they all began laughing.

*

The three of them got up and showered together. As was often the case for Sam and Nina, soaping one another down turned into eager foreplay, and then gave way to noisy sex under the running water. It was a tight fit, all three of them in the shower cubicle, but the proximity of their bodies just heightened their arousal. Sam had Monica again, then gave his sister her good-morning fuck, taking her up against the wall the way he knew she liked it. Finally, after a pleasant naked breakfast, Monica reluctantly headed off back home, and the siblings packed their suitcases for Germany. 

As he piled in his clothes, electronics and toiletries, Sam noticed to his delight that Nina was bringing her tantalisingly revealing red dress, the same one she'd worn at the house party. "That's gonna cause a stir in Berlin," he told her, with a lecherous smile.

"I hope Anni likes it," Nina replied. "Although we probably won't be wearing clothes much this holiday, except for going out."

"Maybe we can find a nudist bar," Sam chuckled. "Two birds, one stone."

They ate a quick lunch, then loaded their luggage into Sam's silver-grey station wagon and locked up the house. Nina sat beside Sam in the front of the car, briefly checking her makeup in the rearview mirror. "Ready to see Anni again?" she asked him brightly as he keyed the ignition.

"Germany, here we come," he replied, easing the car down the sloping driveway towards the main road. The afternoon sun was fiercely bright in the cloudless sky, and the lush trees lining the road glowed in vivid shades of green and yellow. Summer was drawing to a close now, but the weather was still divine by the Mediterranean.

As they drove through the hilly countryside on the edge of their town, Nina decided to make things difficult for Sam. With exaggerated casualness, she reached over and laid one of her small hands on his crotch. He glanced over at her in surprise as she lightly gripped his manhood through his trousers. "Nina-" he protested.

"Eyes on the road, big brother," she scolded, even as she slid her hand under the trouser fabric. Sam kept his hands on the steering wheel and tried to focus on the traffic, but he could already feel his erection rising.

He made it about five more miles before the teasing became unbearable. Nina's hand was moving deftly under his trousers, her elegant fingers stroking and squeezing his cock. She smiled at him wickedly. He grunted with uncomfortable arousal as his erection strained the fabric.

"You're hard as a rock, Sam," Nina smirked. "I thought you might still be tired out from Monica."

"Please, sis, give it a rest. I'm driving."

"Pull over, then. The flight isn't for four hours. We've got plenty of time."

"People will see."

"Not around here. We're miles from town." She looked at him with an expectant smile. Her hand was still moving under his trousers.

"You're impossible," Sam said wearily. Nina stuck out her tongue at him in response and grinned.

Sam knew he shouldn't give in so easily. But they wouldn't have the chance at the airport or on the flight, and they'd have to be modest around Anya's family before they headed to Berlin. Resignedly, he found a stony tree-lined path branching off from the main road – a driveway leading to one of the hillside vineyards – and turned onto it, parking the car in the shade of a large, leafy plane tree. Wide sunlit fields stretched green and fertile on either side. Sam glanced back at the main road, checking to see that no other cars had followed them.

Nina leaned over and kissed Sam passionately as she quickly unbuttoned his trousers. His cock was hugely erect; Nina's hand clutched it again and jerked it with quick, eager pumps, making him groan with pleasure. Pre-come trickled from the tip onto Nina's fingers. Sam reached under the thin lace of his sister's blouse to touch her breasts. The two of them kept on kissing, tongues snaking together as they explored each other's mouths.

Nina pulled away and swiftly lifted off her blouse, smiling at Sam's obvious delight as her high tanned breasts bounced free. Sam squeezed them and began kissing the warm, firm flesh. He licked her prominent nipples, making her sigh happily as his tongue made gentle circles over her dark red areolae. One of her hands stroked through his sandy blond hair while her other grasped his throbbing cock.

Finally, Nina got up from her seat and manoeuvred herself onto her brother's lap, straddling him so she was facing him, with her back against the steering wheel. It was hardly a comfortable position, but neither of them cared, their hands still moving restlessly over each other's bodies. She kissed him again, quick and light on the lips, before daintily lifting the hem of her blue skirt. She was naked underneath it, the budded pink slit of her cunt clearly wet already. Sam shuddered with arousal as his sister stroked her smooth warm vulva slowly and provocatively against his cock. The feeling was both wonderful and infuriating. He wanted to be inside her so badly it almost hurt.

"Jesus, Nina," he said, his breath coming quick and harsh with desire. He felt the wet warmth of her labia brush his cock again. "Don't do that, just-"

With a quick, sudden motion, Nina lifted herself up and then sank down onto Sam's erection. Her vagina enveloped him, hot and tight and slippery-wet. Sam could never get tired of that feeling, the perfect warmth of it, the way the walls of Nina's pussy pulsed and throbbed around his cock. He gasped with sudden joy and clutched Nina's breasts, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. The two of them kissed once more, and then Nina began to ride Sam, moving up and down on him with soft happy moans.

Nina placed her hands on Sam's broad shoulders and held on tight as she rode him faster and faster. Sam, meanwhile, grasped his sister's slender bare midriff and eagerly nuzzled her breasts and neck. Despite the cramped awkwardness of the driver's seat, with the steering wheel forcing Nina forward, she still managed to keep up a pleasurable rhythm upon him. Sam was used to being the one on top, the one setting the pace; he was glad that Nina had taken the initiative this time. Her superb breasts heaved in his face as she hissed and squealed with pleasure.

To his astonishment, Sam could feel himself getting close to climax already. Nina was so tight, the warm wet grip of her cunt around his cock was pure ecstasy, but it had only been a few minutes. He couldn't come inside her yet – he hadn't even brought her to orgasm! Where was his much-vaunted self-control? She was moving on him at a furious pace, her eyes closed, gasping his name as he clutched her breasts. The car windows were still open, and anyone passing by would surely hear her passionate moans.

Sam was on the edge of orgasm, hating himself for his weakness, when Nina came in a sudden rush. The familiar surge of her wetness on Sam's cock was too much for him, and he finished inside her, cursing heartily and clutching her close to his chest. His semen jetted up into her as she shuddered and moaned against him.

They were still locked in that position, Nina straddling Sam as he held her tightly and gazed into her eyes, when another car drove up the stony road. Sam flinched and looked sharply round as he heard its tyres crunch over the loose gravel. It was a shiny blue hatchback, and its driver was a short, prim-looking woman in her fifties or sixties. As she drove past, the woman glanced through her window at the siblings. Her eyes bugged in shock and outrage when she saw Nina's naked breasts. She wound her window down and shouted in a thin reedy voice, "Harlot! You should be ashamed!"

Sam was speechless with embarrassment, but Nina simply turned and flashed the woman a dazzling smile – and a better view of her tits. "No, actually, I'm quite proud of them," she called cheerfully.

The woman drove off, visibly fuming and muttering to herself. Sam watched the blue hatchback recede into the distance, then glanced back at his topless sister. She was still straddling his cock, and her lovely face was flushed red from her orgasm. The air in the car was full of the familiar scent of sex.

"Did you see the look on her face?" Nina whispered with a conspiratorial smile. There was a momentary silence, and then they both burst out in peals of laughter, which gave way to a long, sweet, breathless kiss. Sam's cock, though softening now, was still thrust up inside Nina's pussy, and he revelled in her soft warmth. When she finally eased herself off him and clambered back into her seat, he felt almost petulant with disappointment.

"That was nice," Nina said happily, when she had pulled her blouse back on and rearranged her creased skirt. "I needed that."

"God, me too. You were right to pull us over." It was true, he had needed it, even after having Monica in the morning. Sam sometimes wondered if he and Nina were both genuine sex addicts, needing their fix on a constant basis.

"Teach you to question me, big brother. I always know best." Nina laughed her lovely summery laugh. "Now let's get back on the road, I want to get Anya something at the duty-free."

"Um, you're still not wearing anything under that skirt, babe."

"Is that a problem for you, Sam?"

"No, but...we're going to be in public. And then on the plane. Someone might see."

"And your point would be?" Nina's grin was thoroughly naughty.

Sam just laughed, shaking his head in wonderment. His sister really was impossible sometimes. 

*

The rest of the drive was fairly civilised, although Sam was acutely aware that his semen was still trickling out of Nina's cunt. They drove in contented silence as the lush green countryside whooshed by on either side. Finally, the curving glass and steel silhouette of the airport appeared on the horizon, looking for all the world like an alien spacecraft that had landed amid the placid greenery of the Mediterranean coast.

For a regional airport, it was irritatingly crowded, and they had to wait in line for ages to check in their luggage. All the while, Sam was worried that someone would notice that Nina was naked under her skirt. She went to the bathroom at one point to clean the last traces of his come from her vulva, but she still refused to put on underwear. Though he loved his sister's exhibitionism, Sam couldn't help but think she sometimes did it just to annoy him.

When they were through security, Nina made a beeline for the duty-free shops to get some fancy perfume for Anya and new clothes for the younger cousins. Sam bought a bottle of fine Scotch for Anya's father, who he knew was something of a whiskey connoisseur, and a necklace for her mother. He'd always been fond of his uncle and aunt, and considering that he was going to spend a week fucking their beloved daughter till she came screaming, it seemed appropriate to bring them a gift.

Nina's usual good cheer seemed a little subdued when they took their seats on the plane. She'd always been a nervous flier, even on short-haul trips like this. There was a hint of fear in her beautiful green eyes as the jet engines spun up with a rising roar. The takeoff was smooth, but Nina still clutched the armrest tightly and took a deep, trembling breath as the runway fell away beneath them. Sam noticed, and patted her hand reassuringly. "It'll be fine, sis," he told her. Her answering smile was so full of love and gratitude that it made his heart ache.

"I wonder if Anya's been getting laid," Nina murmured when the plane finally levelled out. "She's always shy about telling me when I message her."

"Well, come on, you know how hot she is. I bet the guys in Germany are lining up around the block to fuck her."

"I don't think she's that confident. She never wanted to do it with anyone but us when she visited."

"Would you be jealous, if she was having sex without us?" Sam smirked.

"A bit," Nina admitted. "I guess I've been thinking of her as our little secret. Though if she has some sexy German friends who want to join in..."

Sam had a fleeting vision of Anya making out naked with a pair of busty Aryan girls. "That'd be a nice surprise," he said. "Man, I can't wait to see her."

He had the window seat, and he gazed out at the shoals of sunlit clouds that swept by beneath the plane. The countryside far below was a vivid patchwork of green and yellow. On the distant horizon, the sun starting to set, painting the cloudtops a hundred glorious shades of pink and orange. Another ascending jet glinted silver and white in the distance. Germany was just a couple of hours away.

Truth be told, Sam had his own reasons for wanting to see Anya again. He loved Anya just as much as Nina did, and he fully intended to fuck her like a wild animal in Berlin, but there was something he needed to discuss with her – something he couldn't tell his sister about.

He had made love to Anya so many times during her visit, and he'd never used protection with her. Every day, he thought back on those wonderful moments when he'd let his semen spurt into her perfect tight pussy. She'd been on the pill like Nina for most of the holiday – but not for the first few passionate days, when they'd all been so intensely horny that such considerations had been far from their minds. The pills weren't foolproof, especially if they weren't taken until some days after sex. Anya was young, fertile and a member of an unquestionably fecund family. There was at least some chance that she was now pregnant with Sam's child.




Sweet Summer Ch. 03



It had only been a month and a half since he'd last seen her; not enough time for it to be obvious whether she was pregnant or not. She might have no idea that it was even a possibility. He hadn't been able to discuss it with her over the phone, as Nina was always listening in when they talked. Besides, he didn't want to broach the subject from afar, and frighten Anya when he couldn't be there to comfort her. He'd have to find a chance to talk to her alone in Germany.

The idea of beautiful little Anya pregnant was certainly arousing, but Sam was no fool. A baby would be huge trouble for them. They were all still too young – Anya had only turned eighteen a few months ago – and they had their university years right ahead of them. It would be difficult enough to raise a child even if they didn't live in different countries. Of course, their families could take care of it, but Sam shuddered to think what his status-obsessed mother would say if she found out she had an incestuous bastard grandchild. Anya's parents, meanwhile, were conservative and God-fearing, and would no doubt be enraged if their supposedly virgin daughter became pregnant. And Nina...

Sam glanced over at his sister, who was still looking a little nervous. She flinched slightly in her seat every time the plane gave a jolt, and he reached over once again to reassure her. They smiled at one another, but Sam felt a pang of guilt. He didn't know how Nina would react if Anya became pregnant. She'd promised him that she would give him a child when they were finished at university. She might be delighted to have a niece or nephew, but she might equally be jealous and heartbroken, thinking that Sam had lost patience and abandoned her for Anya. If there was indeed a baby, he'd have to tell Nina eventually, but he reckoned it was best not to mention the issue until he'd properly talked it over with Anya.

Sam watched the sky outside bleed pink and red as the sun sank below the clouds. It was a magnificent sight, but he couldn't stop thinking about Anya. Everything might be fine – her pills might have worked despite being taken so late. But there was no way to be sure until she took a pregnancy test. Just convincing her to do that would be hard enough. And if she was pregnant after all, God knew what they would do.

*

Anya sat in the back of her parents' car and watched the streetlights blur past as her father drove them through Munich. The sun was setting over the rooftops while grey clouds gathered overhead. In the front of the car, Anya's mother and father were discussing the traffic and the possibility of rain. She didn't pay any attention. There was a bloom of nervous excitement in her belly as she saw the roadsigns that pointed to the airport. In just a little while, she would be reunited with her two lovers, and the best days of her young life would resume.

It had been less than two months since she had left their splendid home by the Mediterranean, but it already felt like years. Munich was a dull grey purgatory compared to the wonderful, carefree life she'd enjoyed with Sam and Nina. Looking back on it, it had been pure heaven. Those sweltering days on the beach, the sweet hours spent lazing in the lovely garden...and night after night of intense, passionate, incestuous sex with her beautiful cousins.

She'd left in tears, fearing that she wouldn't have another chance to see them before they went off to their American universities. They'd phoned, and messaged, and given her a couple of delightfully explicit video calls, but all that just served to heighten her yearning for them. So when they'd called a week ago to say that they were booking flights to Germany and were going to take her to Berlin, she'd been too happy for words. Her parents, for their part, were delighted that their favourite niece and nephew were coming to visit, and were only too happy to help them find a decent Berlin hotel. "The capital can be a little rough, Anni. Those two will keep you out of trouble," her father had said.

Now the airport was just minutes away, and Anya knew her cousins' flight would be landing within the hour. The anticipation was making her positively agitated. For the fourth or fifth time that evening, she took out her smartphone and flicked through its photo library. She glanced nervously around to make sure her parents weren't looking before finding the album she wanted. 

A week or so ago, when she was feeling especially horny, she had plucked up the courage to send her cousins a photo of her vagina. She'd shyly asked Nina for a few pictures of her and Sam in return, and the older girl had been only too happy to oblige. She'd sent a dozen of them, all in lavish high-definition, and all so thoroughly indecent that Anya was a little frightened even to have them on her phone. Even now, with her mother and father a few feet away, she felt a growing dampness between her thighs as she browsed the photos.

The first photo was a full-frontal mirror shot of Sam and Nina posing naked together. Their superb bodies gleamed with sweat, and their smiling faces were pink with exertion – they'd obviously just had sex. The next photo was even more explicit – Nina's beautiful, glistening-wet vagina filled the frame, overflowing with her brother's fresh semen. Then came a picture of Sam's magnificent cock, huge and thick and engorged, clearly still wet from being inside his sister. The mere sight of it was enough to make Anya remember, in glorious detail, how it had felt to have its full throbbing length thrust up inside her.

Even better, and more infuriatingly arousing, were the action shots of the siblings mid-coitus; someone else, probably one of Sam's various girlfriends, had taken them. Here, Nina's gorgeous face was frozen in a cry of joy as Sam fucked her. Here, Nina took the tip of Sam's penis in her mouth with a wicked smile. Here, Sam lay on the living room couch while Nina straddled him. The camera was closely focused on Nina's wet pussy as she rode Sam's cock.

The last item in the album wasn't a photo, but a video clip – a recording of one of the video calls they'd given her during the previous month. It hadn't been a call so much as a performance, a full fifteen minutes of Sam and Nina making intense, athletic love for her viewing pleasure. Anya didn't dare watch it now, but even the thumbnail picture of their entwined naked bodies made her wet as October. She'd watched the video under the bedclothes every night since Nina sent it to her, keeping the volume low to ensure her parents didn't hear. Although the bigger problem was stopping herself from moaning out loud as she masturbated to it.

As the car approached the airport, Anya thought back to how she'd been before that summer – a shy, clumsy virgin who'd done no more than awkwardly kiss a few boys and glimpse one or two penises. Sam and Nina had taken her virginity and given her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, but more than that, they'd shown her true love. The video calls and lewd photographs hadn't been nearly enough for her. She needed to be close to them again, to kiss them and caress them and feel the warmth of their skin. 

She hadn't been with anyone else since coming home; her cousins had ruined her for any other lover. How could the dull, fumbling boys in her neighbourhood compare to Sam, with his big beautiful cock and kind smile? How could the mousy girls she knew compare to Nina, with her heavenly body and gentle green eyes? She had to be the luckiest person on Earth, to be chosen by these two golden-haired angels. When they said she was beautiful, they almost made her believe it.

Her father parked the car in the crowded airport parking lot, and the three of them wandered over to the cavernous arrivals terminal as the sky darkened over Munich. Anya's impatience grew with every passing minute as they sat in a café and watched the digital arrivals board overhead. It said their plane had landed thirty minutes ago; how long would it take them to get through security? Her parents drank coffee and made idle small-talk, but all she could think of – her mouth dry with nervous anticipation, even as her pussy grew wet inside her jeans – was Sam and Nina, naked.

After what seemed like hours, Anya's father nudged her and said, "Look, Anni, there they are." Anya followed his gesture and felt her heart flutter in her chest as she saw two tall, graceful figures making their way through the crowd on the concourse. They spotted Anya and her parents in the café, and hurried over with their suitcases, smiling their beautiful smiles.

She had to restrain herself from leaping at them and French-kissing them hello. As he gave her a tight hug, Sam gently kissed the top of her head in a way that was achingly familiar; he'd done that so many times as they lay together after sex. Nina kissed her on both cheeks, and Anya inhaled her lovely honeysuckle perfume, feeling for a moment as though she might swoon. "I've missed you so much," she told them both, trying hard not to cry.

"And we've missed you, sweet," Nina said. As always, there was an endearing hint of laughter in her voice. Anya once again found herself marvelling at her cousins' beauty. Nina looked radiant with her ash-blonde hair worn longer than usual, framing her high elegant cheekbones and delicate nose. Her firm, full breasts strained at the white lace of her blouse. Sam, meanwhile, was as handsome as ever, tall and leanly muscled with a light stubble on his strong chin. He was grinning his usual easy grin. Anya wondered if he had fucked Nina on the plane.

The siblings greeted Anya's parents warmly in German. They spoke it very well – after all, their mother was German – albeit with a slight accent. Anya's father, who had always been extremely fond of his sister's children, insisted on taking their luggage as he led them to the car, and struck up a lively conversation with them both. Anya felt childishly jealous as she tagged along; she wanted her cousins to herself. But until they set off to Berlin tomorrow, she'd have to share them with her family, and stay chaste as well. She wondered how she would stay sane.

"How is Klaudia doing?" her father was asking Nina. "She must come visit her big brother one of these days! And Karl, he's well too? What about his wife, that lovely Swiss girl, what's her name again?"

"Valerie," Nina replied. "She's very well. And very pregnant." 

Sam suddenly gave Anya a funny look – affectionate, guilty and anxious all at once. She frowned at him questioningly, and he immediately switched back to his usual lovable grin. It had seemed for a moment as if he wanted to say something to her, but couldn't find the words.

During the drive home, Anya's parents barely let her get a word in edgewise, as they bombarded Sam and Nina with questions. It was frustrating, but she could deal with it – she sat between her cousins in the back seat, and enjoyed the warmth of their closeness. Every now and then, one of them would brush a hand subtly over her thigh, making her shiver quietly with pleasure.

"You're both going to America soon, aren't you?" Anya's mother asked cheerfully as they drove through the darkening streets. "How exciting! You'll make wonderful friends, I'm sure. Nina, you'll be studying medicine, am I right?"

"Biology," Nina corrected her politely. "Though I might take medicine afterwards."

"Nina knows her biology very well," Sam added. "Especially human anatomy." He winked at Anya and lightly stroked her thigh again. She blushed and smiled sheepishly at him, hoping her parents wouldn't notice.

"I'm sure she does," Anya's mother said obliviously. "And Sam, is it business you're doing?"

"Engineering, Aunt Lisa."

"Sam's always been good with his hands," Nina said matter-of-factly. Anya just barely managed to suppress a giggle.

The car passed through Munich's suburbs into the comfortable borough where Anya's family lived. They owned a fine townhouse on an affluent leafy avenue; Anya's father, an architect, made plenty of money, although he wasn't as wealthy as Sam and Nina's parents. A light patter of evening rain began falling as they parked by the house and unloaded the luggage.

As soon as they were through the front door, Sam and Nina were swarmed by Anya's younger siblings, who were delighted as only children can be to see their big cousins. Thirteen-year-old Hans, the oldest after Anya, quickly engaged Sam in a playful boxing match, while little Eva and Marie, the twins, clamoured for Nina to give them piggy-backs. Thomas, the younger boy, simply latched onto Sam's leg like a limpet and refused to let go. The cousins played along with tolerant smiles, handing out gifts while Anya watched impatiently. How long would she have to wait before she could talk to them alone?

At the dinner table that night, Anya's parents kept on eagerly questioning Sam and Nina about their home life and plans for the future. Meanwhile, the younger children bickered, threw their food and generally made nuisances of themselves, as ever. Anya tried to focus on the conversation, but she couldn't stop imagining Sam suddenly grabbing her, throwing her onto the table and fucking her raw in front of all the others. It didn't help that Nina kept oh-so-accidentally stroking her leg under the table.

"You two certainly gave Anni a wonderful holiday," Anya's father said, as Anya quietly stroked Nina's thigh in retaliation. "She was crying for days after she came home, always talking about you both."

"We were sorry to see her go," Nina said, not showing any sign that she noticed Anya's hand running up the inside of her thigh. "Everyone back home loves her like crazy. Mama says she can come visit again any time she wants."

"It's not fair. I want to go too," little Eva said huffily. Nina smiled at the girl and told her she was always welcome. Under the table, Anya's hand kept moving determinedly up between Nina's legs.

"Now, tell me, what are you three going to do in Berlin?" asked Anya's mother.

"A lot of sightseeing," Sam said, studiously avoiding his sister's gaze. "The Unter den Linden, the Siegessäule, the Brandenburg Gate, all the classics. Our ma's always telling us how much she misses the city, so I reckon she'll want us to do the full tourist trail."

Anya's father chuckled. "Klaudia always told me she hated Berlin! Maybe she's getting homesick in her old age. But," he added with a significant smile, "you can't fool me, Samuel. I know why you're really going."

It took all of Anya's self-control not to gasp. Beneath the table, her hand froze inches from Nina's crotch. Her father couldn't possibly know about them. Could he? How had he found out? Oh God, what were they going to do?

"The nightlife," her father continued. "That's why you're going, to paint Berlin red! Can't say I blame you, I knew some great bars there back in the nineties. Just don't let my little Anni drink too much, she doesn't have the stomach for it." He laughed as Anya rolled her eyes, relieved.

"Don't worry, Uncle Markus. Anni's a good girl," Sam said as he helped himself to another portion of food. "We'll keep an eye on her."

Underneath the table, Anya's hand slipped under the hem of Nina's dainty blue skirt. To her shock, she touched warm naked flesh – her cousin wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. As Anya's fingers brushed the soft, moist lips of Nina's vagina, the older girl gave her a sly wink, and Anya swiftly retracted her hand, blushing furiously.

"Are you alright, Anya?" her mother asked. "You've gone all red."

"Fine, just thirsty," Anya replied hastily, reaching for the jug of ice water in the middle of the table. For a second, Sam gave her that strange, anxious look again. She wondered what he was thinking about. Fucking her, she hoped.

*

They'd booked their train to Berlin for seven in the morning, so they went to bed not long after dinner, much to the disappointment of Anya's relentlessly playful siblings. Sam was given the guest bedroom on the third floor of the house, while Nina shared Anya's bed. Anya's parents had no reason to suspect that anything untoward might happen between their godly, upstanding daughter and her lovely older cousin.

Anya lay waiting in bed, feeling Nina's sleeping warmth close beside her, until she was certain the rest of the house was asleep. Then, without hesitation, she cuddled up close to Nina under the sheets and kissed her full on the lips. Her cousin's mouth tasted just as sweet as she remembered.

Nina opened her eyes in the soft glow of the bedroom's nightlight. She smiled her beguiling smile, then sleepily kissed Anya in response. Anya felt a rush of wonderful déjà vu as their tongues stroked together. Her hands found Nina's face, fingers following the delicate lines of her chin and cheekbones, and played through her hair as they made out with increasing passion. She stroked her bare foot against one of Nina's long slender legs, and shivered happily as Nina reciprocated. They were both wearing thin nightgowns, but they were naked underneath, and their fingers easily found each other's pussies as they kissed. 

"I thought we were waiting until Berlin, Anni," Nina whispered as they both drew breath between kisses. Her fingertips lightly tweaked the sensitive bud of Anya's clit, then traced around the tight opening of her vagina.

"I need it," Anya replied, trying to keep quiet despite the rising pleasure. "I need it so much. I've been going crazy without you." Nina's small, neat fingers slid slowly and gently between the wet tender lips of her pussy. Somehow it felt so much better than when she did it to herself. "Dreaming about you two all the time, and seeing those pictures, and not having you with me. It's been fucking torture."

"Mm, I've missed your pretty little cunt, too," Nina confessed, sighing happily as Anya stroked her moist labia with two fingers. "Haven't you had someone else to take care of you? Some nice local boy?"

"No," Anya said. She shuddered involuntarily as Nina's probing fingers slid in and out of her. "No-one. I don't want anyone but you and Sam. No-one else is good enough."

"Anni, sweet, you shouldn't make us your only-"

"Shut up," Anya hissed, surprising herself with her own fierceness. "I said, you're all I want." Nina looked briefly stunned, then grinned eagerly. Perhaps she liked being talked to forcefully. Or perhaps it was just that Anya was fingering her pussy.

Anya kissed her cousin's long pretty neck, then squeezed her breasts through the thin cotton of the nightgown. Her other hand played restlessly with Nina's vulva, making the older girl sigh and whimper softly as her legs twined more tightly with Anya's. "Now," Anya whispered, as commandingly as she could. "Tell me how Sam fucks you. Tell me what he does to you."

"What do you mean, sweet?"

Anya suddenly moved so she was on top of Nina, gazing lustfully down at her as she kept kissing and stroking and fingering her. "Tell me how you're his little fuck-toy."

Nina seemed momentarily lost for words, biting her lip and shivering as Anya's fingers moved deep inside her dripping-wet cunt. She was still tentatively fingering Anya, but now she seemed less energetic, more submissive. She looked up at Anya with an almost fearful expression on her pretty face. Anya felt strangely powerful, and decided that she liked it.

"He..." Nina licked her lips. She spoke in a breathless whisper, interspersing her words with little gasps of joy. "He fucks me every day. He makes me come every time. Sometimes three or four times. He has a cock like a horse. Anni, you know this-"

"I said tell me what he does," Anya said. She could feel her cousin trembling with helpless pleasure beneath her as she rhythmically finger-fucked her. The warm, tight wetness of Nina's pussy enveloped her fingers with each thrust. Her other hand kneaded and stroked Nina's breasts, feeling the tender hardness of her erect nipples.




Sweet Summer Ch. 03



Nina went on hesitantly. She had now given up on touching Anya and was clutching at the sheets. "He...he fucks me first thing in the morning. He fucks me in the shower. Ah, God, yes...He fucks me in my bed and Karl's bed and once even Mama's bed. He lays me down on the breakfast table...oh, Anni, don't stop...and fucks me till I come. He fucks me in front of his girlfriends and he makes them join in. I...oh, mmm...I lick his come from their pussies. He always comes inside me, I love it when he comes inside me." She paused to moan in mounting ecstasy. As she fingered Nina, Anya wondered if her parents or siblings had heard that. Right now, she didn't care.

"When we go driving, he stops the car to fuck me on the side of the road." Nina sounded like she was on the verge of coming now, and Anya thrust her fingers into her ever faster, while teasing her clit with quick flicks of her thumb. "He...oh, God, he...I made him do it to me today. On the way to the airport. A...a woman saw us."

"And you liked it?" Anya asked.

"Yes. I...I loved it."

"Because you're Sam's fuck-toy," Anya said. She kissed Nina's nipples through the nightgown fabric. "Aren't you? You're his slut to fuck whenever he wants you."

"Yes." There were tears of joy welling up in the corners of Nina's emerald eyes. Anya felt triumphant when she saw them.

"Say it. Say you're his little fuck-toy."

"I'm his little fuck-toy," Nina moaned. "I'm Sam's fuck-toy." Then she came, her juices drenching the bed and her body contorting beneath Anya. She looked as if she was trying desperately not to cry out, and Anya took pity on her and French-kissed her to stifle her moans of ecstasy.

When Nina's orgasm had run its course, the two girls lay side-by-side gazing into each other's eyes. Nina regarded the younger girl with an expression of exhausted, astounded adoration, and Anya still felt like she was surfing an adrenaline high. The bed was damp from their passion, the mingled reek of sweat and perfume and vaginal juices rising from the sheets.

"Jesus Christ, Anya," Nina breathed. "How did you get so...fierce?" She laughed quietly in amazement. "You were a virgin two months ago."

"I had a very good teacher," Anya replied, kissing her cousin lightly. "Two very good teachers. Let's go wake Sam."

"Your bed's messy enough already, sweet," Nina said amusedly. "If Sam fucks us it'll be covered in his come too. And I don't think I'll stay quiet when he's inside me."

"Not here. I know somewhere better. Somewhere we can all have a proper fuck." Anya threw the rumpled bedclothes aside and got up, pulling off her sweaty nightgown to stand nude on the carpet. Nina did likewise, and Anya shamelessly ogled her cousin's naked body in the nightlight's blue glow.

As she led Nina out of the bedroom and upstairs to the third floor, Anya felt almost giddy. She genuinely hadn't planned to go so far tonight. All she'd wanted to do was to kiss Nina, maybe fondle her a little bit; the real fun wasn't supposed to start until Berlin. But she'd gotten carried away with the joy of being reunited with her cousin, and had recklessly fucked her. More than that – she'd dominated her. Nina was older, taller, stronger and much more beautiful than her, but she'd meekly submitted as soon as Anya showed a hint of assertiveness. Anya thought back to the very first time they'd made love, that glorious day in the summerhouse, when Nina had been the assertive, commanding one. Maybe she had secretly wanted their roles to be reversed all along.

They made it up to the guest bedroom without waking any of Anya's family. The bedroom was a converted attic space, with high windows overlooking the rainy street below. Anya had initially thought that it would be a good place to have their threesome, but really it was too close to her parents' room on the second floor. A shame; it would be nice to fuck Sam in a proper bed, but that would have to wait for Berlin.

She and Nina padded over to Sam's bed. Wearing identical naughty smiles, they slowly pulled the sheets off his soundly sleeping form. He was sleeping naked, as usual, and the streetlights outside illuminated the muscular contours of his body. He had a semi-erection in his sleep, the huge shaft standing up hard against his toned belly with the head still mostly hooded by his thick foreskin. He didn't wake when they removed his sheets, just stirred a little and mumbled something incoherent.

Anya leaned over Sam and kissed him on the lips. Simultaneously, Nina lightly grasped her brother's cock and slowly licked along its length. That woke him up. His green eyes opened, squinting in the dim light, and reflexively his powerful arms reached out to pull Anya into a close embrace. He began to kiss her passionately as Nina continued to run her tongue over his rising erection. Anya felt a momentary flash of fear when Sam grabbed her – he was so strong, and for the first time she realised how easily he could take her by force if he wanted to – but the fear swiftly gave way to contentment. Sam was as good a kisser as she remembered, confident yet gentle and attentive. Just from that sweet kiss, she knew he would never force himself upon her or anyone else.

When the kiss ended, Sam released Anya and glanced down the length of his body to see his naked sister enthusiastically kissing and tonguing cock. He wore a languid smile of total happiness as he slowly sat up. "I'm in heaven," he murmured. "And I've got the angels to prove it."

Nina looked up at him and giggled. "Little Anni isn't an angel any more, love," she told him. "She was a very wicked girl just a minute ago."

Sam cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh yeah?"

Grinning, Nina described Anya's little dominatrix moment. Sam suddenly fixed Anya with a rather intimidating look. "So you pin my sister down and make her say she's my fuck-toy?" he demanded, standing up and walking over to her. "I don't know if I like that, Anni. I don't think you have the right to say who is or isn't my fuck-toy. I'm pretty sure that's for me to decide."

Anya wasn't sure whether Sam was joking or not. He was towering over her now, still wearing a stony disapproving expression. She took a nervous step backwards.

"I'll tell you who's my fuck-toy, Anni," Sam said imperiously. Then he broke into a wide grin, kissed her and gave both her breasts a playful squeeze. "You are. Both of you. And I'm yours." 

Nina laughed softly. Anya started grinning too, and she pressed herself close against Sam, feeling the warm hard bulk of his erection against her skin. She stood on tiptoes and engaged him in a lavish kiss as she stroked the wet mound of her vulva slowly against his cock – a bit of teasing foreplay that she knew he loved. Her fingertips drew a line from his neck down through the light patch of hair on his strong chest until she reached his well-defined abdominals. He gently kneaded her small, pert breasts as they carried on kissing.

Then, slowly but purposefully, Sam began to push her towards the wall by the bed, kissing and fondling her all the while. Anya instantly realised what he meant to do, and quickly pressed her palm against his chest to push him lightly away. "Not here," she whispered, glancing over Sam's shoulder to catch Nina's gaze too. "My parents are downstairs. There's somewhere better, follow me."

Though obviously frustrated, Sam complied, and the three of them made their way naked down through the tall house. They tried their best to be silent, but Anya still flinched a bit whenever a floorboard creaked underfoot. She needn't have worried; it was after midnight now, and her family were all fairly sound sleepers. At last, they reached the basement, which her father had recently converted into a home gym. It had a plethora of exercise machines, motion-activated lighting, air conditioning and, best of all, thick, solid, noise-absorbing concrete walls. They still couldn't scream at maximum volume, but they could definitely be louder than they could upstairs.

They entered the gym, squinting as the lights automatically flicked on. The door had barely clicked closed behind them when Sam grabbed Anya and pressed her up against the nearest wall. She didn't resist this time, just kissed his neck and the lean muscles of his shoulders as he seized her hips and effortlessly lifted her up so their faces were level. He guided his cock into her with practised ease as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Here's what you've been missing, babe," he muttered in her ear.

Every night since returning from the Mediterranean, Anya had dreamed of her cousins, and of the sweet wild love they'd made together. She was almost sure her parents had overheard her moaning and whimpering with pleasure in her sleep. And invariably, the most intense dreams were the ones in which Sam was fucking her, ploughing into her tight young pussy with his huge manhood.

But those dreams were nothing but pale imitations of the real thing. Anya gasped and hissed at the familiar rush of pleasure and pain as Sam's giant cock slid up into her vagina. She was wet as could be, and she'd been anticipating this all night, but his sheer size still took her by surprise. He was moving in her slowly and deliberately, pinning her against the wall and giving her quick, darting kisses on the lips and neck and breasts. His penis was so fiercely erect that Anya could feel its thick head throb inside her with each thrust.

Sam was not a gentle lover, not when he was this aroused. Anya knew the telltale signs that her cousin was not going to go easy on her – the particular tightness of his grip, the rapidity of his kisses, the harshness of his gasps of pleasure. She felt a mixture of apprehension and delight. It already hurt, and would hurt more, as he fucked her harder and faster – but she could also feel the tingling beginnings of an orgasm that she knew would be the first of several.

He was moving faster now, pumping his cock into her with grunts of hard satisfaction. He wasn't a brute, and would never be so rough as to seriously hurt her, but it was still half agony, half ecstasy. She clung to him and moaned in pleasure as her slender hips bucked against him. Nina stood beside them, watching them with delight and obvious envy. She moved to stand right behind her brother, put her arms around him and began grinding her pussy against his muscular buttocks while he kept fucking Anya.

Anya whimpered Sam's name as her first orgasm of the night began. She arched her back, trying to push herself away from the wall, but her big cousin still had her pinned. She bit Sam's shoulder involuntarily, tasting blood and, frankly, not giving a fuck. Her pussy juices squirted onto his cock. He was still going inside her, filling her pussy to its limit with each thrust, her soft tender walls straining around the virile bulk of his erection. Nina was still clinging to her straining brother's back, kissing his neck and staring at Anya's enraptured features with bright-eyed eagerness.

"Sam, oh God, don't stop," Anya cried, no longer caring if her parents could hear. The wall was uncomfortably cold against her naked back, but right now the only things that mattered were the strong hands grasping her hips and the huge wonderful thing thrusting into her cunt. She came again in a delirious rush. This time, her ecstatic convulsion was so powerful that she nearly succeeded in shoving both herself and Sam away from the wall. He strengthened his grip on her and kept moving.

When Anya came a third time, her pussy squirting until her juices dappled the shiny tiled floor, Sam began whispering in her ear. His voice was so fierce with lust it was almost a snarl. "You like that, Anni, babe? You like getting fucked by your cousin? You like my cock inside you?"

"Yes," she moaned back, helpless to do anything else. Her entire body felt aflame with pleasure. "Yes, I love it. I love you."

Sam kept up his fearsome rhythm. "Tell Nina how much you like it. Tell her how you much like it when her brother fucks you."

Anya stared wide-eyed over Sam's shoulder at the older girl. "Nina, I love it. I love it when your brother fucks me. Sam, please, I can't take any more-"

"You can take this, babe," Sam grunted, and then he climaxed with a sudden raw intensity. This time, it was him who bit down on Anya's neck, leaving a livid red mark. Anya felt that sensation she'd missed perhaps most of all, the liquid surge of her cousin's hot semen inside her. He came in such a torrent that her pussy overflowed, and his come trickled warmly down the inside of her thigh, but he kept his cock thrust up inside her until the very end. Then he gave her a hungry, possessive kiss, and lowered her slowly to the floor. When he slid his huge, spent, slowly softening cock out of her, Anya felt a tremor of both gratitude and disappointment. She sank slowly down to sit with her back against the wall and her legs splayed wide.

She sat there, feeling weak and drained and terribly sore, but also so happy she could cry. She looked up at Sam, who was standing there panting for breath, his powerful body gleaming with sweat. White beads of come dripped from the tip of his cock to the floor. When he met her gaze, his expression was one of intense affection, but yet again she saw that strange anxiety in his eyes, glimpsed momentarily then quickly hidden.

"I missed you so much, Anni," he said to her.

She nodded weakly in response. "I love you. I need you," she mumbled. "And you, Nina."

"I know, sweet," Nina said, kneeling beside Anya and kissing her cheek. "That's why we're here. You're the love of our lives."

"Not to mention the fuck," Sam grinned.

"Speaking of which, big brother, how long before I can have a go too?" Nina asked lecherously. Her eyes flicked to her brother's semi-flaccid cock.

"Give me a minute, babe. Why don't you take care of our little cousin first."

Nina didn't hesitate. She started kissing Anya with relish, licking the tender love-bites Sam had left on her neck and shoulder, stroking her breasts and bruised hips. "Poor Anni," she cooed when Anya whimpered in pain. "Sam, you were too rough with her."

"I didn't mean to be," he replied sheepishly. "She's so fucking hot. It's hard to go easy in a pussy that tight."

"Your fault for having such a monster cock," Nina said amiably. Sam chuckled.

Nina dipped her head between Anya's parted legs to kiss her come-dripping vulva. This was their little ritual, a part of the afterglow that Anya had always loved. During her visit in the summer, she and Nina had licked Sam's come from each other's vaginas so many times, an almost animal act that was both intensely pleasurable and deeply soothing after hot fierce sex. Now, Nina's skilled tongue was like a balm for her tender genitals, and she sighed in gratitude at each deft lick. Nina was so gentle, and this time she was kind enough not to force Anya to orgasm once again. She took her time, licking and sucking her brother's warm semen from the younger girl's cunt, tonguing the soft labia and giving the clitoris the tiniest of kisses. At last, with Anya's neatly shaven vulva outwardly clean of Sam's come, Nina wiped her mouth and kissed Anya on the lips once more. 

"So much come, Sam," Nina marvelled as she stood back up. "You filled her to overflowing. Lucky she's on the pill, or there'd be a very beautiful new baby in the family nine months from now."

Anya saw Sam frown suddenly. There was that look again, lustful and anxious and guilty at the same time. Was it something Nina had said? About the pills, perhaps? Anya had been on them since the summer, surely there was no risk of a baby. Sam knew that. Didn't he?

Anya abruptly realised that she was in desperate need of a piss. Her bladder had been painfully full for hours, but she'd been so focused on her two lovers that she'd ignored it. Now the pressure was almost unbearable. She rose unsteadily to her feet, still aching from the rough sex, and mumbled, "I have to pee."

"We'll be here when you get back, sweet," Nina said tolerantly. She was standing close against her brother, kissing and nuzzling his neck while her hands stroked the shaft of his cock. He was visibly getting hard again in her grasp. As Anya wandered towards the small bathroom at the other end of the gym, she quietly doubted that her cousins would wait for her to return before fucking.

She sat naked on the toilet and urinated for what felt like ages, expecting at any moment to hear the gasps and sighs of Sam and Nina's passion through the door. As she sat there, she thought again of those strange looks Sam had given her, and the pills she still took every day. She was safe, wasn't she? It had only been a couple of days that she'd gone without the pills, right when they first became lovers. She couldn't get pregnant. There was nothing to worry about.

Except that her period was late, weeks late now. And she used to be so regular. She kept trying to tell herself it was because of the pills messing up her cycle, or maybe she had some kind of bug. But she felt fine, physically speaking, and she'd been on the pills the better part of two months. The more she tried to deny it, the more she realised, with growing apprehension, that she was grasping at straws. She had four brothers and sisters, and her parents both hailed from large families; there was little doubt that she had some very fertile genes in her. And it was highly unlikely that big, strong, virile Sam was shooting blanks.

Returning from the bathroom, she was unsurprised to find that Sam and Nina were making love. What was surprising was how gentle it was; slow, leisurely and almost silent. Nina was sitting on the padded seat of one of the exercise machines, and Sam stood between her parted legs and moved inside her with slow soft srokes. Instead of their usual lusty gasps, grunts and moans, the two siblings were sighing and whispering their love as they held each other. Anya stood and watched them with lust, longing and affection, but above all, with jealousy.

When she saw how Sam and Nina gazed into each other's eyes, the exquisite care they took with each other's bodies, Anya realised that she would always be an outsider to their love. They might fuck her senseless and proclaim their everlasting love for her – they might even mean it – but they were soulmates, while she was just their lover. Sam would never look into her eyes the same way he did Nina's, and Nina would never whisper those sweet words in her ear and mean them so sincerely. She felt tears brim in her eyes, and had to fight them back as Sam and Nina continued their act of true love in front of her.

Her cousins came simultaneously, their orgasms seeming to last longer than ever before despite the gentleness of the sex. Sam didn't pull out of Nina when he was finally spent, he just stood with his cock inside her and kissed her again and again. It seemed like a long time before either of them noticed Anya standing there. "Hi, sweet," Nina smiled at her. "Come be with us."

Anya joined them, a jealous lump still in her throat. She tried her best to sound cheery as she sat down on the floor next to them. "It's funny, you guys have been here all day, but we haven't actually had a chance to talk."

The siblings laughed. Sam was still comfortably inside Nina. He was idly tracing lines over her breasts with his fingertips, while she in turn stroked circles through his sweat-damp chest hair. "Well, plenty of time to chat now," Nina said. "We don't seem to have woken the house yet."

"You were so quiet just now. I'm impressed." Anya tried not to let a note of jealousy enter her voice, and didn't entirely succeed.

"Sam's a man of many talents," Nina replied, kissing her brother lightly on the lips. "He can do gentle just as well as rough. If you want it that way, you only have to ask."




Sweet Summer Ch. 04



Lots of action in this chapter. I recommend reading the earlier chapters of the series (and the side-story Sweet Summer: The Punishment) first. If you don't want to do that, here's a quick recap of the story so far:

Anya, a young German girl, is seduced by her cousins Nina and Sam, who are incestuous lovers. The siblings take Anya's virginity, and she falls deeply in love with them both. After Anya returns to Germany, Sam saves Nina from being date-raped by a jealous girl named Cynthia at a house party. The three cousins then reunite for a holiday in Berlin, and Anya discovers that she is pregnant with Sam's child. She and Sam decide to keep the baby, but are unsure how to tell Nina about it.

All characters involved in sexual situations are aged 18 or over. Comments/suggestions are welcome.

*****

The rooftops of Berlin gleamed in the light of the setting sun. The pale sky was slowly darkening to a deeper shade of blue, streaked with jet contrails and wispy bands of cloud. A cool breeze sighed in through the half-open bay windows of the hotel room, carrying with it the low murmur of traffic from the street below.

Sam and Nina lay naked on the big double bed, their long tanned legs entwined as they shared a tender, silent kiss. Sam stroked his sister's flowing, silky ash-blonde hair and savoured the statuesque curves of her body in his embrace. Her fingers were stroking his firm pectorals and tousling the light fuzz of hair on his chest, while their tongues danced a slow sweet dance together. He felt her reach down between their bodies to squeeze the thick smooth shaft of his cock; he gave a soft grunt of pleasure through the ongoing kiss, feeling his erection swiftly rise. One of his hands ran down Nina's sleek torso until he reached the moist, hairless cleft of her vulva. He heard her hiss in surprise as he fingered the outer lips of her pussy.

Anya was reclining on the bed next to them, also naked, looking almost angelic with her pale, delicate limbs and small pert breasts. She wore a gentle smile as she watched her cousins kiss and fondle each other. Sam met her gaze and briefly broke the kiss to smile back at her. Then he turned back to Nina, kissing her long smooth neck and deftly licking her prominent nipples before moving further down her body. Nina parted her lovely legs and sighed with pleasure as Sam dipped his head to kiss her vulva. The night's festivities were about to begin.

It was their first full day in Berlin, and Sam had to admit, it had been a fantastic day so far. The morning had been one long, intense threesome, their straining bodies and wet orgasms leaving the bed in damp disarray. After a light lunch in the hotel's restaurant, they'd headed out into the city to see the sights. The weather was sunny and reasonably warm the whole day, though not like the Mediterranean heat Sam and Nina were used to. They rode an open-topped tour bus around the city, and snapped silly photos of each other posing in front of the Reichstag and the Brandenburg Gate. Then they wandered the streets, buying snacks from street vendors, chatting and laughing and making eyes at one another, before setting off for the Tiergarten. They hadn't, in the end, been able to make love up the Siegessäule as Nina had wanted - there wasn't enough privacy on the column's little viewing platform - but they did manage to find a secluded spot in the sprawling park below to indulge in some pleasantly laid-back oral sex. Lying together on the grass in a daisy-chain, the three of them had licked and suckled each other's genitals, trying their best to be quiet as they climaxed. After that, they'd enjoyed cold drinks and a bite to eat in a café on the Unter den Linden; Nina had joked that she was sad to wash the taste of Sam and Anya out of her mouth. All in all, Sam couldn't have imagined a better start to the holiday.

All through the day, though, Anya had been giving him strange, furtive, fearful looks. She was as lovely as ever to be around, but there was a haunted look in her pretty blue eyes, and he kept catching her staring off into space. He knew she was worrying about the baby, and what Nina would say when she found out about it. He wanted to comfort her, but the truth was, he was worrying too. He still wasn't sure how Nina would react, to say nothing of their parents. As to how they'd raise the child after they went off to university, he hadn't a clue. He hadn't even decided how or when he was going to tell his sister. He wasn't sorry that he'd impregnated Anya - he was just ever more unsure of the consequences.

After they got back to the hotel, with the sun setting over the city, they began preparing for the evening. Nina loved clubbing, and she'd found a list of highly-rated Berlin nightclubs online. One of them was only a fifteen-minute walk from the hotel. "We'll start there, and see where the night takes us," Nina had said brightly. Sam and Anya, however, both wanted to stay at the hotel and make love, so Nina had compromised with exaggerated reluctance - "One more time, then we get going."

Now, lying on the bed with an eager smile on her lips, Nina gave a long happy moan as Sam stroked his tongue over the wet pink folds of her labia. He kissed the delicate bud of her clitoris, tweaking and teasing it with the tip of his tongue, making her shiver and sigh. Then, holding her thighs gently but firmly to keep her still, he lavished attention on her smooth vulva, his tongue roving over the warm flesh in long, loving licks. Nina whispered Sam's name, closing her emerald-green eyes as her whole body quivered with pleasure.

Sam kissed his sister's clit again, enjoying the way she whimpered in response. He slid his tongue between her engorged labia and licked the moist walls of her vagina. Her hot sweet taste filled his mouth as her pussy juices flowed over his tongue. He inhaled her delectable feminine scent and lapped eagerly at her cunt. Her slender, athletic legs trembled with pleasure on either side of him. Anya was watching intently all the while, impatiently stroking her pussy lips with her small pale fingers.

"God, Sam, that's so good," Nina gasped as Sam flicked his tongue in and out of her cunt. Her hands moved restlessly, clutching at her breasts and grasping the rumpled cotton of the bedsheets. Her hips shuddered with each of Sam's licks and kisses. He could sense her approaching climax; his face was wet from her squirting pussy. As much as he loved the taste of her, he didn't want her to orgasm so soon. He wanted to feel her come on his cock.

He gave Nina's vulva one more teasing lick, then wiped his face dry and began to kiss a line up her toned belly. "No, don't stop," she moaned in frustration. "Don't stop, I'm so close." Ignoring her pleas, he briefly licked her neat little navel before moving up towards her full, high breasts. He kissed each of them in turn, licking the firm, gleaming flesh and momentarily suckling her erect nipples. Then he brought his face level with hers, looking down at her with fierce desire. His cock was so hard it hurt, its thick crimson head throbbing, yearning to be inside her. Abruptly, he seized her wrists, pinning her arms onto the bed by her sides. He held her down and kissed her open-mouthed, relishing her surprised expression as she tasted the sweet juices of her own vagina on his tongue. "You like that taste, babe?" he whispered in her ear.

"Please, Sam," she said, her voice softly urgent. She squirmed in his grip, unable to break free as he pressed her down onto the bed. Her pretty green eyes were wide and sparkling with anticipation, almost fearful. For all her energy and enthusiasm, Nina secretly had a submissive streak. Sam knew she liked it when he took charge like this.

He guided the tip of his cock to the outer lips of her cunt and penetrated her with a quick hard thrust. She squealed and writhed underneath him, and he held her down, pumping his cock as deep into her as he could go. The wet, pulsating walls of her pussy welcomed his thick shaft in a soft, silky, wondrous embrace.

He fucked her hard and fast, losing all sense of time amid the hot whirl of sensation. She gasped and swore and called out his name, her heavenly body contorting with pleasure in his grip. His cock filled her soaking wet pussy to the limit with each thrust. He still couldn't believe how tight she was, even after months of fucking her on a daily basis. He knew he was hurting her a little - he could see tears gleaming in the corners of her eyes - but he also knew she loved the pain, loved his roughness. He'd learned long ago how to keep a girl on the line between agony and ecstasy, making the sex intense without making it truly painful.

When Nina came, it was with a suddenness that surprised even Sam. She convulsed beneath him, her arms still pinned down in his grip, and cried out in wordless joy. Her pussy squirted its warm nectar onto her thighs and the cotton sheets beneath them. Sam kissed her neck and pushed down into her even harder, the firm musculature of his chest pressing against her luscious breasts. The exquisite softness and warmth of her cunt was almost maddening around his thrusting cock. It took a superhuman effort of will not to come inside her immediately.

He didn't slow down, keeping his eyes fixed on Nina's enraptured face, trying to hold her still despite her wild twisting and thrashing. Anya was sighing in pleasure as she watched them and toyed with her pussy. After what might have been minutes or seconds - Sam didn't know or care - Nina gasped that she was coming again, and then she arched her back beneath him with impressive strength as the orgasm took her. Still thrusting away inside her, he held her down, enjoying the fierceness of her reaction. The bed was rocking and creaking in protest beneath their entangled bodies, and Sam wondered if they might break the bedsprings. It wouldn't be the first time.

Nina came a third time, screaming Sam's name and kicking her legs in the air. The long blonde tresses of her hair were spread out medusa-wild on the white pillows as her head whipped from side to side. "More, Sam, I want more," she pleaded, but as she spoke, Sam reached the edge of his own climax. He swore heartily and pressed himself forcefully down onto Nina as his semen filled her tight young cunt. It seemed to last forever, his hot milky seed flowing like a loving river into the beautiful girl who lay pinned beneath him. When he'd spilled the last drop of his passion into her, he finally relaxed his tensed muscles and released his grip on her wrists. The two of them stared into each other's eyes for a moment, panting for breath.

"That was a nice start to the evening, big brother," Nina said with a tired smile, her lovely face pink with exertion.

Sam didn't reply. Instead, he pressed his lips against hers, and stroked her face with loving fingers, feeling the contours of her superb cheekbones before running his hands down to her neck and shoulders. He kissed her for a while, lightly caressing her breasts while his spent cock rested inside the moist folds of her pussy. At last, with great reluctance, he slid back out of her and gazed down silently at her naked perfection. Then he looked aside at Anya, who still sat beside them, eyeing them enviously. She was next, and judging by her nervous anticipatory smile, she knew it.

Leaving Nina to relax, Sam moved over to Anya and knelt behind her. He reached his hands forward to lightly massage her delicate shoulders, and then cupped and caressed her pale breasts as he waited for his cock to recover from fucking Nina. When he was fully hard again, he kissed Anya's neck and whispered a soft command in her ear, and she obediently bent forward on her hands and knees, her cute little ass in the air. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

Sam usually preferred to have Nina and Anya missionary-style, so he could see the joy in their beautiful eyes as he fucked them. But there was something pleasingly animalistic about mounting Anya from behind, grasping her firm buttocks as he eased his way into the tight confines of her vagina. She gave a quick squeal of surprise, and then giggled delightedly as he slid his full length inside her. She was gratifyingly responsive when he began thrusting in and out of her, her hips moving with him in a slow, steady rhythm. Her pussy was deliciously warm, pulsing and clenching with each of his thrusts. She clutched the sheets and sighed his name as the bed once again shook beneath them. Nina, who still lay drowsing naked beside them, smiled lovingly up at them. 

"God, Anni, you're so tight," Sam grunted, gripping his cousin's lovely ass and ploughing into her cunt in long, deep strokes. Anya's small, perfect breasts were bouncing and jiggling delightfully as she rocked forward and back on her hands and knees, straining and moaning sensuously. The dripping-wet walls of her pussy contracted, squeezing the throbbing length of Sam's cock in a way that almost brought him to climax right then. He fought to stay in control, focusing on the smooth lines of Anya's pale back and the long dark waves of her hair spilling over her shoulders. 

As he fucked her, Sam had a wonderful premonition of how Anya would look in a few months' time, once her pregnancy became obvious. Her slender, pale, graceful young body twinned with the lovely, fertile roundness of her belly, looking up at him and smiling her beautiful shy smile as she spread her legs for him. Sam could hardly wait; he'd never made love to a pregnant woman before, though he sometimes fantasised about taking his heavily pregnant sister Valerie. Anya would be an even more divine fuck. But, as ever, the glorious image was soured almost immediately by dark thoughts of the consequences. He pictured his mother shouting at him for shaming her, his uncle Markus cursing him for deflowering his daughter, and worst of all, Nina weeping that he'd betrayed her. He shook his thoughts of the future away, and tried to focus on the far more delightful present.

Sam held Anya's hips tightly and pumped into her, making each thrust as slow and deep as he could, so he could feel her small body convulse with pleasure every time. The wet throb of the walls of her vagina was intensifying. Gazing down, he could see her warm juices trickle from the engorged pink lips of her pussy and flow around the thrusting shaft of his cock to run down her pale thighs. Anya didn't squirt quite as much as Nina, but she still got gratifyingly wet, and he could sense her approaching orgasm in the trembling of her limbs and the excited gasps that escaped her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Sam, I'm coming," Anya moaned, half-slumping forward onto the bed as Sam pounded her pussy. She gave a little scream, muffled by the cotton sheets, as she climaxed. Sam felt the hot rush of his cousin's sweet wetness around his shaft, and held onto her even tighter, slamming into her again and again. Barely a minute passed before he felt her come again beneath him. With a low grunt of satisfaction, he forced her forward with his deepest, hardest thrust yet, utterly filling her perfect tight cunt with the throbbing bulk of his cock, and then he was coming inside her in great shudders. Even after fucking Nina, he still had plenty of come for Anya. He let most of his thick white seed spurt into her, remembering the child he'd already sired in her young womb. Then he pulled out, grasping the wet shaft of his still-erect manhood and aiming the last warm jets of his come onto Anya's lower back. As Sam spurted his loving signature on her, Anya relaxed onto her side with a happy sigh, and lay there with her graceful legs curled up, a picture of sleepy contentment. Semen dripped from the dainty pink lips of her pussy.

Sam knelt there on the bed, his penis still semi-hard and trickling come, admiring the girl he'd just fucked. Anya really did look divine, with her long black hair spread out on the sheets, her pert white breasts rising and falling with her breath, a drowsy smile on her sweet lips. Sam lay down on his side so he was facing her, letting his slick, gleaming-wet cock brush against her lean thigh. Their lips met and their tongues intertwined in a languorous kiss. Sam stroked his cousin's tangled hair away from her beautiful face and looked into the blue depths of her eyes. He was so fiercely in love with her at that moment that he could easily imagine running away with her, marrying her, raising their child together - and making many more children. 

Except that would mean leaving Nina. And Sam could never, ever do that.

He looked over at his sister, seeing her softly affectionate smile. Nina always enjoyed watching him fuck other girls, and Anya especially. She usually begged him to fuck her afterwards, but she was evidently still tired from their earlier passion, and just lay back on the pillows, naked and happy and achingly beautiful. Sam yearned to make her pregnant too, to just throw her damn pills out the window and give her the child they both wanted so much. It wouldn't solve their problem, he knew - in fact it would just make it worse - but it would certainly make him feel better.

Nina spoke, ending Sam's reverie. "We should get ready, guys. The clubs are opening soon."

With drowsy reluctance, the three of them rose slowly from the bed, and went through to the ensuite bathroom to run a bath. Sam saw to his pride that both girls were walking a little gingerly after being fucked so hard. They all got into the bathtub together, kissing and whispering amiably, admiring each other's naked bodies. Sam sat with his back against the bath taps, Nina sitting on his lap, while Anya sat facing the two of them. Their legs twined together pleasantly under the warm water, and Sam reached round to squeeze his sister's lovely tits, kissing her on the cheek as he carefully soaped her down. He felt the firm, toned cheeks of Nina's ass press delightfully against his semi-hard cock, and grunted with pleasure.

"Enjoying yourself, big brother?" Nina murmured.

"You could say that." Sam kissed her smooth neck and the graceful curve of her shoulder. He gazed over at Anya, who was smiling shyly at him and Nina. As he watched, she leaned forward, kneeling in the warm water, and placed her small hands on Nina's breasts. She kneaded the tanned flesh, brushing Nina's nipples with her fingertips, and began to kiss her with slow, gentle grace. Sam sat and watched his sister and cousin make out for a long happy while, savouring the heat of the bath and the feel of Nina's ass cheeks against his cock. With such pleasant distractions, it took the three of them some time to actually get themselves clean, and by the time they all languorously rose from the bath, Sam was sporting a full erection once more. After he had carefully towelled himself and the girls dry, he kissed them both and quietly asked Nina if he could have her again.

"Do you never learn, Sam?" she laughed in response, her long ash-blonde hair still gleaming wet. "No fucking before we go out. We'll get all messy again, and I want us to be nice and fresh for the club. So tell your big silly thing to go back to sleep." She lightly and teasingly squeezed his erection, and went through to the bedroom, radiantly naked.

Sam sighed in disappointment and made to follow his sister. As he did, he caught Anya's gaze. Her blue eyes were mournful once again, and he knew immediately what she was thinking about. She was standing there nude right in front of him, droplets of water gleaming on the pert curves of her breasts, the neat pink slit of her pussy an invitation to pure heaven, and yet Sam felt his penis soften as he regarded her. Instead of lust and desire, the sight of her evoked a painful, protective anxiety. He stepped forward and hugged her, pulling her lovely naked body into a tight embrace, and whispered in her ear, "It'll be alright, Anni."




Sweet Summer Ch. 04



She didn't reply, she just kissed him, suddenly and desperately. Her lips were soft and her tongue was lithe and searching; Sam kissed her back with passion. The warmth of her petite body against him was enough to give new vigour to his cock, which quickly became fully hard again. As he kissed Anya, Sam ran his hands down her sides to stroke her slender thighs, and he began to push her back towards the wall of the bathroom. Another fuck would help her relax, he reasoned. It would take her mind off the baby growing inside her, at least for a few happy minutes. He didn't want her to be sad and afraid the whole evening.

He was about to press her up against the wall and move inside her, still kissing her, when Nina poked her head around the doorframe and saw them. "Oh, for the love of God," she said with a little laugh. "Can't I leave you two alone for five minutes? I told you, we can fuck some more when we get back. Right now, we're going to get dressed and go out clubbing. That's the deal. Understand?"

Sam and Anya looked at her sheepishly, and reluctantly broke their embrace. "Sorry, Nina," Anya mumbled, blushing visibly. For his part, Sam knew better than to argue with his sister when she'd made up her mind - when it came to clubbing and bar-hopping, she was the instigator, the organiser and the expert, and would tolerate no hesitance. He'd have to find some time alone with Anya later, to reassure her and talk it over.

"Come through here, Anni, I want to see you in that blue skirt," Nina said eagerly. "And Sam, make yourself look good. I want all the other girls to get jealous when we show up with you."

"Alright, babe." Sam forced a chuckle, swallowing his disappointment and trying to push those ever-present worries into the background.

Back in the bedroom, the girls blow-dried and combed their hair, and the three of them got into their party clothes. Nina wore her glamorous red dress with its superbly revealing neckline, while Anya put on a more demure, but still very fetching, light-blue skirt and matching blouse. Sam chose grey jeans and a fashionably tight T-shirt that let the hard lines of his muscles stand out. When the girls had applied their makeup, they stood together in front of the bedroom's big mirror so Nina could snap the obligatory pre-party photos on her smartphone. Sam rolled his eyes at that, but he had to admit, his sister and cousin looked absolutely stunning. He still preferred them naked, though.

"Ready?" Nina asked, as she stepped into a pair of sexy red heels. Sam and Anya nodded, trying their best to look enthusiastic. Nina smiled and kissed them both lightly on the lips, then slipped her arm daintily around Sam's waist. "Okay. Let's go have some fun," she said.

*

The club was already very crowded when they arrived. The big central dancefloor was packed with people gyrating to a pounding electro beat under an impressive array of flickering lasers and strobe lights. A long neon-lit bar occupied the curving rear wall of the club, served by a team of sharply-dressed bartenders. A lot of the patrons were visibly drunk already, stumbling around, squabbling and making out under the strobes. In all honesty, Sam thought the place looked a bit trashy, but Nina seemed to like it. She clapped her hands together cheerfully as they made their way around the edge of the heaving dancefloor towards the bar. "Okay, first round's mine. I'm getting a mojito. What do you want, Sam?"

"Just a beer, babe. You know what I like."

Nina nodded. "How about you, Anni, what are you having?"

"I shouldn't drink," Anya blurted, at the exact same moment that Sam said "She shouldn't drink."

Nina looked a little taken aback, and then said "Why not?" in a mildly suspicious tone of voice.

Anya opened her mouth, but froze without saying a word, her blue eyes fearful. Sam realised that she'd been about to let slip that she was pregnant. Nina frowned in confusion, and Sam hastily put in, "Uh, you know it goes to her head. And we promised Uncle Markus we'd look after her."

Anya quickly nodded. "Yeah. Sorry. Such a lightweight," she mumbled, looking relieved.

"Really?" Nina asked. "Not even a glass of wine?" 

"No, thanks," Anya insisted, glancing nervously at Sam. "Uh, maybe I'll have one later."

Nina eyed them both dubiously. "Alright, I'll get you some water, then," she said, after a significant pause.

Sam gave Anya a pained glance as they followed Nina through the crowd. So much for being subtle, he thought. Nina was a smart girl, and she would put two and two together before long. He was becoming increasingly convinced that he'd have to tell her about Anya's pregnancy before the end of the holiday.

As the three of them approached the bar, Sam made brief eye contact with a curvaceous red-haired woman in an elegant, low-cut blue dress. She flashed him a demure smile, and raised her cocktail glass as if giving a toast. Sam stole a quick, guilty glance at her delightfully large breasts. Meanwhile, Nina got the attention of one of the dapper-looking bartenders, ordering herself a mojito, Sam a pint of lager and Anya some ice water. 

The three of them had barely taken their first sips before a short, red-faced, shaven-headed man in a football shirt wandered over from further up the bar. He looked to be in his early thirties, and was so drunk he was swaying on his feet. "Alright, love?" he said to Nina in loud, slurred English, with a strong British accent. He staggered inappropriately close to her; she was several inches taller than him, and he looked up at her with an idiotic grin, quickly fixing his gaze on her breasts. "Come here, give us a kiss."

"No, thankyou. I'm fine," Nina replied. Her English was perfect, albeit lightly accented. Sam saw the redhead in the blue dress raise an eyebrow at that.

"Nice tits, love," the tourist said, as if he hadn't heard Nina. His voice was thick with alcohol, stumbling over every syllable. "Lemme see them, come on." He was staring at her tanned cleavage as if it held the secret to eternal life. Sam could see the drunk fucker was actually drooling.

"I think you've had a bit too much to drink," Nina told him, smiling calmly.

"Ah, give us a fucking kiss, love." The Briton moved even closer to Nina, so that his face was almost up against her tits. Anya looked frightened and Sam immediately felt his protective anger rise up. For her part, Nina just looked amused. Drunken tourists often hit on her back home; it was little surprise to Sam that it should happen in Berlin too. 

"Go away. She's taken," Sam growled in English, setting down his drink and stepping towards the bleary-eyed tourist. He'd had to do this particular routine too many times before.

"No, she ain't," the man said, glaring at Sam with the self-assured indignation of the truly drunk. "She's single, ain't you, love?" He tried to lean against Nina, but lost his balance and had to steady himself on the bar's polished countertop. Sam wrinkled his nose as he smelled the booze on him. The woman in the blue dress was visibly stifling laughter as she looked on. 

Nina looked rather less amused now, but she spoke to the drunkard with studied politeness as she gently pushed him away. "No, sorry. I'm taken." She gave Sam a brief but significant glance.

"Come on, you ain't. Lemme see them," the tourist insisted. His hand clumsily reached up towards Nina's chest. Sam had had enough; he grabbed the man's scrawny arm and shoved him roughly away, giving him the most intimidating stare he could muster.

The tourist stumbled back and glowered up at him in drunken fury. "Fuck off," he slurred, swaying where he stood. "I was only talking to her. She ain't yours. Fucking Nazi cunt." For a moment, Sam thought he was going to try and make an issue of it, and tensed himself for a fight. Some of the nearby drinkers, apparently thinking the same thing, backed away nervously. Despite his intoxication, however, the Briton clearly realised the odds were not on his side, and he walked off unsteadily into the crowd, muttering incoherently about Nazis. He turned and shot Sam a venomous, albeit unfocused, look before he vanished from sight.

As Sam turned back to the bar, he saw the woman in the blue dress approach, eyeing him and the girls with interest, amusement and more than a little desire. Sam took a proper look at her this time. She was tall, around Nina's height, with a full, curvy figure, pale skin and a thick mane of deep red hair; Sam couldn't tell if it was natural or dyed. Her low-cut dress exposed a large amount of delectable, milky-white cleavage. Her face was not so much beautiful as it was beguiling; she had a long, narrow nose and clever, restless blue eyes. As she joined the three of them, her full red lips parted in an eager smile, showing neat pearly whites.

"That was good entertainment," she laughed. She spoke English with a pleasant American drawl. "What a loser. There's always so many of them in here. So you guys speak English?"

"A little bit," Nina said modestly. She gave the woman a bright, welcoming smile; she was always happy to meet new people. "What's your name? I love your dress."

"Well, thanks, yours looks great too. I'm Amanda. And you're...?"

"Katharina," Nina replied. "But just call me Nina. Everyone else does." Sam knew his sister hated her full name; she'd been constantly teased about it by her schoolmates when she was little. He couldn't remember the last time he'd called her Katharina. 

"Nina." Amanda stretched out the two syllables, as if savouring them. "That's a pretty name." She looked Nina up and down, eyes lingering on her ample cleavage and long tanned legs. Then she turned to regard Sam with a similarly appreciative look. "And who's this?" she asked.

"This is my big brother Sam. Say hi, Sam," Nina said cheerfully.

"Hi," Sam said. It was undeniably flattering, the way Amanda was looking at him, and he had to admit, she looked quite a stunner in that blue dress. Even so, there was something about her that bothered him. Her slutty smile and hungry gaze reminded him a little of Cynthia.

"Hi there, Sam. What about this little lady?" Amanda gazed in Anya's direction. If anything, her eyes were even more lustful than before. Anya's expression was adorably shy as she stared mutely back at the strange woman, so Nina kindly answered for her.

"Anya. She's our cousin."

"Aww, you're all family? That's so cute," Amanda said. Sam couldn't tell whether she was being serious or not. She was grinning from ear to ear at the three of them, as if she'd just won the lottery. There was something mesmerising about her smile. The long scarlet tresses of her hair made a stark contrast with her pale skin, as did her blood-red lips. Combined with the deep blue of her dress, it was an exotic look, and Sam could see that Nina and Anya found it just as fascinating as he did.

"Do you all live here?" Amanda asked. "You don't sound like Berliners."

"No, we're from the south of France," Nina told her. "Sam and I are, anyway. Anya's from Munich."

"Really? You don't sound particularly French either, honey. Love your accent, though."

"Oh, thanks," Nina said, sipping her mojito with an easy smile. "Our mother's from Germany, and we were born here, so we speak a lot of German at home. Our friends always make fun of our accents." She sounded happy and animated, a social creature through and through. Once again, Sam was taken by his sister's loveliness - not just her physical beauty, but the way she came alive when she smiled.

"But your English is so good," Amanda drawled. She was looking with approval between Sam and Nina.

"Our father's American," Sam said by way of explanation. Although, in truth, he and Nina's ever-absent father hadn't had much to do with them learning English. The two of them had simply put a lot of extra effort into getting fluent lately, once they'd decided to apply to American universities. They still mostly spoke French or German at home, but they frequently chatted in English to ensure they didn't lose the habit. Anya was learning it too, though she didn't speak it quite as well as they did.

"Is he? So am I. In case you hadn't guessed." Amanda laughed, her gaze flicking to Sam. "I'm an Oregon girl, or was. Been here three years. I still fly back to the States for the fall, though. So you're just on vacation?"

"Yeah, for the week. Our hotel's just around the corner from here," Nina said. 

"That's convenient," Amanda said, looking suddenly thoughtful, as if she was planning something.

The four of them chatted in English for a while longer, standing closer together so that they could hear over the heavy beat from the dancefloor. Amanda was charming as well as pretty, generous with her compliments and unselfconsciously jocular. Nina was obviously quite infatuated with her after a few minutes, and even Anya seemed a little bit more at ease, though as always she didn't say much. When their drinks were finished, Amanda bought them all another round. It turned out Amanda was twenty-seven; she laughed and said "Aww, so young!" when they told her their ages. She told them she worked as a secretary for a multinational law firm ("Boring as hell, so I always need to cut loose on the weekends") and lived on the outskirts of the city ("Real nice place, if you're a goddamn retiree"). When Nina asked her if she had a boyfriend, she playfully evaded the question. All through the conversation, Amanda kept stealing lustful glances at the three cousins, subtly but not so subtly that Sam didn't notice. When he caught her gaze, she just cocked an eyebrow mischievously, as if daring him to protest. Sam still didn't know what to make of the woman, although he couldn't deny how attractive she was.

At last, after a third round of drinks, she fixed him with a particularly lecherous stare and said, "Hey, Sam, honey. Want to go dance?" She was looking him up and down with blatant desire, and smiling wickedly. Her intentions were obvious. Sam had another momentary flashback to Cynthia, and had to suppress a frown. Don't be an asshole, he silently scolded himself, this isn't that rapist bitch. 

Amanda raised a finely-sculpted eyebrow expectantly, and Sam shook away his misgivings. Amanda was beautiful, vivacious and willing. She'd done nothing worse than ogle him and his girls a little. Sure, she was a stranger, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd fucked a stranger. He wasn't going to turn her down just because of some bad memories.

"Sure, why not," he replied, glancing briefly at his sister to make sure she was okay with it. Nina just smiled her good-natured smile and gave him a look that said 'Go on then', although Anya still looked slightly uncertain. Then again, she looked slightly uncertain nearly all the time - except in bed. Sam remembered how much fun Anya had been back at the hotel, and vowed to enjoy her again before the night was over. First things first, though; he smiled nonchalantly at Amanda, and they walked off into the crowd together.

Sam followed Amanda through the press of people to a little alcove a few yards from the main dancefloor. The music was louder there, but they were out of sight of Nina and Anya, and the dense crowd of dancers were all too wrapped up in the rhythm to notice the two of them. Amanda lightly pushed Sam against the wall of the alcove and began to kiss him.

Her lips tasted sweet, almost spicy, with a hint of the sugary cocktails she'd been drinking. She had a long, lovely, agile tongue that snaked and danced inside his mouth as she kissed him, brushing daintily over his teeth and the inside of his cheek. They made out for a long time in that darkened alcove as the other clubbers danced and drank around them. His hands lightly gripped her shapely hips, while she stroked his cheek and jaw and ran her fingers pleasantly through his hair. He felt the first happy stirrings of an erection.

Suddenly, Amanda broke the kiss and leaned forward to speak into Sam's ear, raising her voice so he could hear her over the deafening music. "You're fucking them, aren't you?"

"What?" Sam said, frowning. He tried to kiss her again, but she kept talking.

"Those two girls. Nina and Anya."

"Huh? No, Nina's my sister. Anya's my-"

"Cousin, yeah. You fuck her anyway, don't you? I bet you have them both at the same time. Are they into girl-on-girl?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? That's...that's just sick," Sam said, trying to sound genuinely indignant. "They're my family." His heartbeat was quickening anxiously in his chest. How the hell could she know?

"Oh, come on. Look at you, honey, you're a goddamn hunk. You could have any girl you like. And you go clubbing with your sister and cousin? I mean, not that I blame you or anything. They're total hotties."

"Lots of people go clubbing with their sisters," Sam replied lamely.

"Yeah, but they don't look at her like they're picturing her naked, do they? You were basically fucking her with your eyes back there, I saw you. And you got so protective when that drunk loser came on to her. You said she was taken."

"I meant she has a boyfriend back home."

"So why'd you look at each other like that? She was ogling you as much as you were ogling her. When you weren't eyeing me up instead," she added with satisfaction.

"No, listen, it isn't like that."

"I think it is, honey. I know a look of love when I see one. I see a lot." She laughed. "I think you fuck your sister and your cousin till they holler, every single night. Hell, you're probably going to bang them as soon as you get back to your hotel. Makes me damn jealous. Two little beauties like that, every night? The good Lord sure has smiled on you."

"Look, I-"

"It's okay, Sam, I'm not judging you. Everybody's got their secrets. You can tell me."

Sam sighed, defeated. He always tried to keep it low-key with Nina and Anya in public, so as not to make their relationship obvious. Clearly, it hadn't worked this time. This American woman had eyes like a hawk. And she did look like the kind of person who'd be willing to join in...

"Yeah, we fuck," he admitted, after a long pause.

"You dirty son of a bitch. That's so fucking hot," Amanda giggled, and kissed him on the lips again. Then, so suddenly that Sam flinched back against the wall in surprise, she slipped her hand down the front of his grey jeans and into his boxers, closing her hand around the base of his penis. He saw her eyes widen in delight when she felt how big he was, and then she was smiling at him like a shark that's just smelled blood.

"Oh, you're a big boy, aren't you?" she grinned, squeezing and stroking him provocatively. "A big German boy with a big fat prick. Does your sister like it when you stick this thing in her? How about your cousin? I bet you took her cherry with it. I bet you make her scream with it." Her eyes gleamed with lust as she spoke.

Sam grunted in discomfort. His cock had been slightly erect already, but as Amanda's manicured hand brushed over his shaft and stroked his foreskin, he felt himself becoming properly hard. He was getting more and more uncomfortable as his penis rapidly thickened and lengthened, straining the denim of his jeans.

"Poor boy," Amanda said, licking her lips as her fingers teased Sam's thick glans. Her blue eyes sparkled with desire and mischief as he hardened in her grip. "Must hurt, having that big hard thing trapped in your pants, when it needs to be in a nice soft pussy. And none of these mean girls will help you out." Her gaze flicked dismissively towards the scantily-clad clubbers around them. She stroked her hand back and forth along his stiffening shaft, which was now making a huge, uncomfortable bulge in his jeans. The goddamn thing was pinned against his leg, and getting bigger and more painful every second. Amanda's voice was full of gleeful wickedness as she spoke.




Sweet Summer Ch. 04



"You want me to help, honey? You want to put your big hard thing up inside me?" 

"Yes," Sam said hoarsely. What else could he say? It was excruciating, his poor cock was now cruelly confined by the tight denim, trapped against his thigh as Amanda's fingers massaged it. He wasn't even fully hard yet, and he knew the torment would just get worse.

"Well, follow me, then, German boy." She led him by his manhood, keeping her hand firmly down his jeans. They skirted the edge of the dancefloor and went out through a side door, into the cramped, dimly-lit alleyway beside the club. There were a few people there already - smokers lighting up, drunkards trying to get sober. At the far end of the alley, a man and woman were drunkenly making out, obviously struggling to keep their balance. The air carried the smell of big-city alleyways the world over - smoke, booze, piss and damp. The thump of the music was muted but still audible.

"Here?" Sam said doubtfully. It wasn't exactly the place he'd have chosen for a quickie, even though his need for release was growing unbearable.

"Yes," she hissed back, her voice sharp with desire. "I want it here. In the alley, in front of them." She was grinding herself against him, her heavy breasts straining at the flimsy material of her dress. Her roving hand was clutching his aching cock almost cruelly inside his jeans. His pre-come trickled over her fingers. Lust smouldered in her blue eyes. "God, you're so big. Don't make me fucking wait."

Sam kissed her as he pushed her against the brick wall of the alley. She half-opened her mouth, letting her lithe tongue dart against his. They made out like horny teenagers, not caring about the drunkards and smokers who stood just a few yards away. While Amanda kissed him, her hands worked feverishly to unbutton his jeans and finally expose his bulging cock. The thick shaft stood up, huge and engorged, in the cool night air. It rubbed hard against Amanda's thigh as they pressed close together.

Amanda lifted up her dress hem, revealing a pair of thoroughly slutty black silk panties. She was obviously soaking wet; the damp silk clung tightly to the prominent lips of her pussy. Her inner thighs glistened as she impatiently tugged her panties to the side to expose her cunt. It was neatly shaven, save for an enticing tuft of red hair just above her slit. Her large, protruding labia were pink and swollen with arousal, and as she kissed Sam, she grabbed his yearning erection and rubbed its crimson head urgently against them. Sam almost came right then, the feeling was so good - the tip of his cock teased between her cunt lips, skin on warm wet skin, a hair's breadth from slipping fully inside her. But he was too big to stand comfortably against her like that, and his shaft became trapped up between their bodies. He growled with frustrated pleasure through the ongoing kiss. He was aware that some of the clubbers in the alley were watching them now, and he didn't care.

She must have noticed them too, because she suddenly broke the kiss with a giggle, and then nonchalantly pulled down the top of her dress to free her breasts. Despite his urgent desire to be inside her, Sam still took a moment to marvel at her fantastic pair. They were bigger than Nina's, a little asymmetrical, milky white and delightfully bouncy. One of them was blemished by a small dark mole. Her erect nipples were a surprisingly deep red against the pale surrounding skin. Sam's hands reached out instinctively to tweak and fondle them as his erection stroked infuriatingly against her inner thigh.

"Fuck me," she breathed, after giving him one more lavish kiss. "Fuck me raw, I want to go back in the club with your come in me. I want your sister to know you've-" She stopped talking and gasped, her gorgeous eyes going wide in delight and astonishment, as Sam lost patience and slid his full length up into her pussy with one quick hard motion. "Ohhh, it's big, it's so big," she groaned, and then they were moving urgently together, hips rocking and backs straining. Amanda's arms wrapped around Sam's broad back, and she squealed and sighed and bit her lip as he ploughed into her. There was no finesse in their rhythm, just the vulgar roughness of a sordid back-alley fuck. 

Her pussy wasn't nearly as tight as Nina or Anya's, even with Sam's full nine-and-a-half inches jammed up inside her. Clearly, she'd been with a hell of a lot of well-hung men. But Sam didn't care, it was still hot wet heaven around his erection. Her vaginal muscles convulsed and shivered in time with his thrusts, making the soft damp walls of her pussy clench and unclench pleasurably, squeezing the rock-hard length of his cock. Her pale thighs were drenched as her juices flowed, and even through the smoky odour of the alley, Sam could smell the ripe, sexy reek of it. God damn, he thought, she's even wetter than Nina.

Amanda moaned as she was forced up even harder against the graffiti-scarred brick wall. The head of Sam's cock was pounding against the very limit of her pussy. Her eyes were closed as she shuddered and strained in ever-growing pleasure. She was digging her hands into his back, holding on to his shoulderblades as if for dear life. He was using her more roughly than he ever had Nina; there was no need to hold back, no need to be gentle with this voluptuous redheaded slut. There was no time for kisses and soft caresses now, only more hungry thrusts inside her.

Sam saw, through the rising heat of his passion, that the other people in the alley were now standing around them, watching intently, and instead of shame or anger he felt a sudden virile pride. All his worries - Anya's baby, Nina's vulnerability, the uncertain years ahead - were drowned under a wave of animalistic pleasure. He was fucking this slut, this gorgeous, filthy American girl he'd only met an hour ago, up against a wall in a dark alleyway, and he didn't give a fuck that these drunken deadbeats were watching. Let them see a woman get taken the way she wanted, by a real man.

"Oh fuck, oh Christ, I'm coming, I'm gonna come," she screamed, sounding almost afraid. Her pretty head thrashed to and fro, her curly mane of red hair whipping around. Her magnificent breasts rocked and heaved, and she arched her back against the brickwork. Sam pumped into her, the head of his cock straining against her cervix. She moaned long and loud and bit down hard on his neck as she climaxed. Her juices surged around his cock and flowed down her thighs. Sam knew he could keep it going longer if he wanted, make her come again and again, but right now all he wanted was to finish inside her, and fill her with his seed.

His orgasm was like a chorus of angels, a blissful satisfaction releasing the tension that had built up during that long, fierce fuck. His come rushed into her like a white river. Warm, thick semen overflowed from her pussy and dripped down between her parted legs. He was still deep inside her as his balls emptied themselves, but as the torrent kept coming, he pulled suddenly out of her and let the last spurt splatter onto her thighs and belly. Some of it landed on the raised hem of her dress.

For a moment, they stood there in the alley, breathing hard and staring at one another with almost hostile eyes. Then Amanda, her breasts still bare and her vulva oozing with Sam's come, kissed him quickly on the lips, and turned to address the little crowd of gawking clubbers around them. "Liked that, huh?" she said with a wicked smile. "I bet you did. Well, take a good look, boys and girls." She hitched up her dress so her pussy was clearly visible. Sam, standing beside her in a happy daze, noticed that some of the male watchers had erections, and one drunk young woman was looking at him and Amanda with obvious longing.

Amanda reached down suddenly and grabbed Sam's semi-erect cock, shaking its thick, glistening-wet shaft at the onlookers. "Bet you guys wish you were hung like my man," she told them. They may not have spoken English, but there was no mistaking Amanda's mocking intent. She jiggled her breasts tauntingly, making them bounce. "And that your girlfriends had tits like these." Then she laughed, turned to Sam again and kissed him long and hard in front of the mutely staring drunks. "Come on, baby. Let's go back inside," she said huskily.

The two of them rearranged their sweat-damp clothes as best they could. Amanda's blue dress was visibly stained with semen now, and there was a very obvious white trickle running down the inside of her bare leg. She clearly didn't care, but as they strode out of the alley and back into the club, Sam began to feel a growing sense of embarassment. In the heat of the moment, he hadn't given a damn about all those strangers watching; there was something about Amanda that had made it easy to be shameless and uninhibited in public. Now he had to fight back the urge to cringe at the memory. And he'd admitted to her that he fucked Nina and Anya - that hadn't been smart. She'd been okay with it, yes, but what if she hadn't been?

"Uh, Amanda, maybe we shouldn't tell the girls," Sam said as he followed her to the dancefloor. The music was even louder than before; he had to yell for her to hear him.

"You think they haven't guessed?" she replied with a dirty grin. "What, are you scared they'll be jealous? Or do you just want me all to yourself?"

"No, I just don't know if they'll want to-"

"I've got news for you, Sam," she interrupted. "I'm going to fuck all three of you tonight. You, and your sister, and your cousin. Nothing you can do about it. So shut up and get ready for more."

Before Sam could think of a reply, they found the two girls amid the throng. Nina, who was clearly somewhat drunk now, was happily dancing away, shaking her lovely ass to the thumping beat. Anya looked adorably awkward as she tried imperfectly to mimic her cousin's graceful motions. Both girls had, unsurprisingly, attracted a small flock of male admirers, who were crowding around them, dancing indecently close to them and trying to catch their gaze. Nina barely seemed to notice them, but Anya looked rather uncomfortable at the attention she was getting. She had never slept with anyone except him and Nina, and Sam knew she still had trouble accepting just how desirable she was.

Amanda made a beeline for the dancing girls, her hair glowing a startling scarlet in the staccato flashes of the club's strobe lights. She pushed nonchalantly through the crowd of hopeful admirers. Sam followed her, glancing coldly at the pasty-faced boys who were so eagerly eyeing his sister and cousin. As he approached, the boys glared at him, and he saw a couple of them mutter bitterly to themselves. Still, he was visibly more muscular than any of them, and like the drunk Briton before them, they conceded defeat and slipped away into the dancing crowd.

Nina smiled in greeting when she saw him and Amanda. "Hey, you two," she shouted over the thumping music. "Did you have a good-"

Amanda cut Nina off mid-sentence by grabbing her arm, pulling her close to herself and giving her a long, lusty kiss on the lips. Nina stood there stunned as the red-haired woman aggressively made out with her. As Sam and Anya watched, Amanda casually slid her hand under Nina's dress, while the other clubbers whirled obliviously around just inches away. Amanda kept her hand up there for a long moment, shamelessly fondling Nina's inner thigh, before pulling away and grinning at her bewildered expression.

"What was that for?" Nina asked in tipsy bemusement.

"For introducing me to your brother," Amanda said with a wicked smile. "Look what he just did to me." She lifted up her dress, right there on the dancefloor, and tugged her sex-sodden lingerie to the side once more. Nina and Anya gawped at her exposed vulva and the glistening semen that trickled from her pussy lips. A couple of the other clubbers saw as well, and Sam saw them stare in shocked fascination until Amanda lowered her dress hem again.

"Listen, you guys are all major fucking hotties," Amanda continued, looking between the three cousins with a sluttish smile. "I've been looking for someone worth fucking all night, and the way I see it, I just found three of them. So this is what we're going to do now. We're leaving this shithole of a club and going back to your hotel. And the four of us are going to do it like it's going out of style."

For a moment, the three cousins stood there wordless on the busy dancefloor. Sam frowned at Amanda's forwardness and Anya looked simply appalled, but then Nina - dear, impulsive, oversexed Nina - smiled delightedly and said, "Are...are you serious?" She glanced at Sam as if seeking approval, but he could see in her eyes that she had already made up her mind. "God, that sounds awesome. What do you say, Sam? Anni?"

Shy little Anya just mumbled something inaudible and looked down at her feet, and Nina clearly took that as a yes. She grabbed first Sam and then Anya by the wrist and began to tug them in the direction of the exit. "Hold on a second, babe," Sam said, resisting her pull. "Amanda, I don't know if the hotel will let you stay."

"You weren't so hesitant when you had your cock in me, big boy," Amanda said with a wry smile. "If you like, we can go back to my place instead. Long taxi ride, though. The hotel would be easier. Trust me, I can make them let me in."

Sam considered it, feeling unsure about the idea. Amanda was a total stranger, and she'd been oddly forceful in feeling up Nina back on the dancefloor. But she was undeniably hot, and he definitely wouldn't say no to fucking her again. Nina was obviously up for it too, and it might be a nice way to get Anya to come out of her comfort zone. As long as he was there to keep an eye on the girls, everything should be fine.

Nina and Amanda were both looking at him expectantly as the music boomed around them. Sam sighed, imwardly scolding himself for giving in so easily. "Alright, girls. Our hotel it is." It'd be safer than going across Berlin to a stranger's house, that was for sure.

Nina smiled with eager anticipation. Swaying a little from the alcohol, she led Sam and Anya through the dancing crowd and up the stairs to the exit, with Amanda following close behind. When the four of them finally stepped out onto the street, the cool night air was deeply refreshing after the pressing heat of the club.

"The hotel's this way," Nina said, pointing tipsily up the street and looking at Amanda with amorous eyes. Amanda returned her gaze, and eyed Sam and Anya with similar desire. 

"Lead on, honey," she drawled as they set off. The night-time bustle of Berlin surrounded them; drunken revellers stumbling from the neon-lit club entrances, a group of scantily-clad girls walking along to the next stop on their bar crawl, the distant wail of police sirens. Sam met Anya's gaze as they followed the other two along the pavement. Her expression was nervous, and more than a little jealous.

"What's wrong, babe?" he asked her quietly as they walked, making sure Nina and Amanda couldn't hear.

"I thought...I thought it was just going to be us this holiday," she said. "Why did you have to fuck her, Sam?" She sounded genuinely annoyed, and Sam gave her a guilty smile.

"Sorry, Anni. I didn't think she was going to get so pushy. Look, we'll have some fun with her tonight, and then she'll be gone in the morning, okay?"

Anya fixed him with a decidely unimpressed look. "Well, you'd better fuck me and Nina more than her," she muttered. She sounded so serious that Sam had to stifle a chuckle.

*

Back at the hotel, the desk clerk protested when they tried to bring Amanda upstairs with them. "Guests only," he said. "She doesn't have a reservation. Fräulein, I'm afraid you have to leave."

Amanda strutted over to the bespectacled man's desk, reached into her purse and casually planted a hundred-euro note on the polished wood. She leaned forward so that her pale cleavage was practically in the man's face. "Don't worry. I'll leave once I've fucked them," she told him in surprisingly fluent German. The astonished clerk just watched, mouth agape, as the four of them walked past him to the elevator.

In the softly lit privacy of their bedroom, Amanda effortlessly took charge of the evening. Sam had expected her to be wild; he hadn't expected her to be so dominant. As soon as they were through the door, she stripped with tantalising slowness, clearly relishing the three cousins' astounded stares as she flashed her sumptuous breasts, gorgeous pink cunt and tight round ass at them. Then she made them stand there as she undressed each of them in turn, kissing and caressing them constantly. As she got Sam out of his jeans, she eagerly took his erect penis in her mouth, swallowing nearly three-quarters of its thick, blue-veined shaft. She gave him a superb, slurping, tongue-twisting blowjob, but infuriatingly she didn't let him come before she released his dripping cock and moved on to Nina. Sam watched as she slowly removed his sister's dress, knelt in front of her and lapped at her moist womanhood, making Nina sigh and clutch at Amanda's scarlet hair. Amanda apparently enjoyed denying her lovers their orgasms, because she cruelly stopped tonguing Nina's pussy just as she began to shiver and squeal with pleasure. 

Finally, Amanda undressed Anya, and Sam watched affectionately as his little cousin had her first non-incestuous sexual experience. Amanda licked out Anya's cute young pussy with great relish, her long tongue moving sinuously from labia to clitoris to the tight depths of the vagina, and the younger girl stood there moaning and quivering as she approached orgasm. Sam expected Amanda to deny poor Anya her climax as well, but the American didn't stop licking away until Anya cried out enraptured, her pussy's warm clear juices trickling down her thighs and into Amanda's mouth.

After that, the four of them moved to the big double bed to start fucking in earnest. As Sam lay back on the white cotton sheets, Amanda straddled him and impaled herself on him, whooping delightedly as she rode his cock. Anya and Nina immediately began kissing and fingering each other as they watched Amanda's eager rodeo. Sam managed to make the redhead come twice on his thrusting cock before he spurted his semen inside her wet, pulsating cunt.

Amanda wasn't anywhere near finished yet. As she rose off Sam, she seized Anya and kissed her aggressively, imperiously telling her to go down on her. Anya meekly complied, clearly helpless to resist the older woman's tone of command; she licked and sucked Sam's come from the silky lips of Amanda's pussy. Amanda repaid her in kind, beginning a long and succulent sixty-nine with her. Sam, meanwhile, rolled onto his sister and took her with passionate force. He'd been waiting all evening to fuck her again, and wonderful though Amanda had been, nothing could compare to the tight wet ecstasy of Nina's vagina.

Sam pumped the full length of his cock into Nina, enjoying her rapturous squeals and shudders as he held her down on the increasingly disordered sheets. While Nina twisted in the throes of her orgasm, Amanda and Anya came on each other's tongues, and the three girls made a wonderful chorus of impassioned moans, so loud they were surely audible throughout the hotel. Sam buried his face in his sister's magnificent, heaving breasts and inhaled her scent as he came inside her.

Then it was Anya's turn to get fucked. As Nina and Amanda watched, trembling and breathless, Sam pushed his little cousin's pale legs apart until her knees were up against his shoulders. He entered her more gently than he had Nina and Amanda, mindful of her small frame and painfully tight pussy. God, she was so soft, so wet; her sixty-nine with Amanda had left her vulva and inner thighs utterly soaking. He loved the way her vaginal muscles clenched around the length of his cock. After fucking the other two girls, he found he could last much longer with Anya, enjoying a long, slow, sensual rhythm inside her. He gazed into her eyes and kissed her delicate little mouth, tasting Amanda on her tongue. She was looking at him with bright-eyed adoration. This girl, he remembered with a surge of love and guilt, was the mother of his child.