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While Staying with Aunt Sarah

By: Otazel



My 'phone buzzed as I walked across the campus, interrupting a sexy train of thought involving one of my lecturers. It was my twin brother.

"Yes, Owen?" I answered testily.

"Hi Caz, have you heard about Granddad?" Owen's voice sounded not at all apologetic.

"Not apart from that I know he's ill?" Granddad Thomas had cancer and was not expected to see his next birthday.

"Well, it seems it won't be long now."

"Oh no, that's not good." I liked Granddad Thomas; he had been a travelling salesman and had a wealth of risqué tales to tell. "How do you know?"

"Dad's called, he and Mum are going to stay with him and look after him until it's over, and we're gonna stay at Auntie Sarah's for the holidays."

I digested that bit of news with mixed feelings. My first college year ended in a fortnight and I'd been looking forward to a family holiday, but I could understand Mum's need to take care of her father, he was a lovely old man and deserved all the help we could give him. He'd lived in his isolated Welsh cottage all his married life and had sworn to end his days there, so there was never any prospect letting him die in hospital. 

I must say that I wasn't keen on sharing my hols with my cousin Ruth, or her brother Kyle, but I could put up with them in the circumstances. Ruth was twenty-one, two years older then me and Owen, and had always used the age gap as an excuse to play chief. Kyle was okay, he was only a couple of months younger than us, but he too was browbeaten by his bossy sister and tended to follow her lead, while Aunt Sarah thought that the sun shone from their respective backsides and would hear nothing against them.

"Dad hasn't said anything to me, when did he call you?"

"Just now. In fact I'd better get off the 'phone because he's probably trying to call you right now. Ring me back when you know what's happening."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

I'd hardly closed the 'phone before it rang again, this time it was my father.

"Good morning Carol, I've been trying to ring you." His formal greeting would have told me that this was a serious call even if Owen had not forewarned me.

"Yes, Dad. Owen called to tell me about Granddad."

"Oh, so you know?"

"Yes, Dad, I'm really sorry."

"So you'll be alright with Sarah, won't you?" 

He always just used his sister's first name when talking to us, never referring to her as 'aunt', even though he talked of his other sister as 'Auntie Joan'. It's a quirk that I'd picked up on years before and got used to without ever really wondering why.

"Yes, Dad, we'll be fine. You and Mum just take care of Granddad."

"Okay sweetheart, as long as you're sure? Will you get there okay?" His change to 'sweetheart' told me of his relief.

"No problems, we'll just take a different train."

"Okay then sweetheart, I'll talk to you later. Bye." There was the sound of a kiss down the 'phone and he'd gone.

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The journey to Shropshire and Aunt Sarah's old farmhouse seemed to take forever, but eventually the train regurgitated us onto the platform of the local station and a strident 'Hey, you two' told us that Ruth had come to collect us. Her beaten up Mini-Cooper was waiting in the car park, now sporting a dented door from a night spent lying on its side in a ditch. Ruth was not the most careful of drivers.

"Mum sent me because she's trying to gets some seedlings planted out while the weather's good." Ruth informed us. "But she's got dinner all prepared and ready.

Aunt Sarah ran a small plant nursery and market garden. It had belonged to her husband, Uncle Leonard, until he had realised he liked men more than women and had run off with one of his workers. She inherited it outright when his male lover killed them both by drunk driving.

The journey was relatively uneventful considering Ruth's total disregard of narrow lanes and blind bends, and we were soon toting our bags up to our respective rooms. Ruth was sharing her room with an old college friend of hers named Chloe and her brother and mine were together in a second room, while I was the lucky one with a room to myself. The layout of the house had the bathroom to one side of my room with the two guys on the other side, while both Ruth's room and Aunt Sarah's were on the other side of the central staircase.

Ruth's insistence that Chloe should share with her raised a few eyebrows, especially as Ruth was notoriously defensive of her privacy, but that didn't matter to me. My only concerns were that everyone had to pass my room to go to the bathroom, and I had two potentially noisy nineteen year olds on the other side. But it was only to be for a few weeks, so I expected that I would cope.

Dinner that evening gave me the chance to get reacquainted with everyone and to meet Chloe for the first time. She sat right beside Ruth, and the difference could not have been more striking. Ruth is a sturdy, well built girl, with a round freckled face and sandy coloured hair. She would never be said to be beautiful, and she never gave a damn about make-up, but she had the open, tomboyish type of look that many men go for. Chloe was Ruth's opposite, a dark haired, slender girl with a shy smile and well defined features. She was more like the slim dark haired Kyle than his sister ever was and I could see strangers getting the relationships mixed up.

Even more confusing was the family resemblance between myself, Owen, and Aunt Sarah. It was often remarked that there must have been a mix-up at birth because we all had the same curly blonde locks and aquiline nose. I hated my nose and swore that I was going to get it changed as soon as the bank manager smiled on me. 

After dinner we all split up and went our separate ways. Aunt Sarah went back to her plants, Ruth and Chloe disappeared off out, the boys went up to their room to get competitive with the Playstation, and I took a wander around the place.

I won't bore you with the details of my stroll, the market garden as like any other, but I like it and I often take a look around. I get fascinated by all the various plants and vegetables that there are, either nestling in cloches or hiding away in glasshouses, and I can mooch around for hours. I try to avoid Aunt Sarah though; she has a nasty habit of enrolling me into the unpaid workforce.

Anyway, after a little while I ambled back to the house with the intention of taking a shower. I knew the moment I walked into the bathroom that Owen and/or Kyle had beaten me to it, for a wet towel lay on the floor, a bottle of shower gel was minus its lid, and a discarded sweatshirt resided in the corner. I hate having to clean up before I can shower, but I can't stand that sort of disorder so I set about putting things back in place, grumbling heartily to myself.

I felt a whole lot better after a good hot shower and, wrapped in a bath sheet, I went back to my room to begin fulfilling my promise to text or email all my friends to tell them I'd arrived.

I was nearly finished with that task when I began to hear raised voices from next door. It sounded as if the two boys had got themselves into one of those 'yes it is -- no it's not' type of fruitless argument where the only way to win is to shout louder and longer than your opponent. I'd no idea what they were arguing about, but they were getting plenty loud about it, much to my annoyance. Eventually I'd had enough.

"Can't you two just shut the fuck up?" I yelled at the top of my voice. "It's like listening to a couple of kids squabbling in a playground."

"Well, you come and decide then." Kyle yelled back.

"What?" 

"Yeah! Come on, Sis, you can be an independent judge." Owen called to me.

"Oh, for fucks sake! Judge for what?"

I closed my laptop with a bit too much of a slam to be good for it and set off next door, still wrapped in my towel. 

"Right. Now what the fuck is this all ab.......!" 

I started to lay into them as I reached the door, but I trailed off into silence as soon as I opened it and looked in. Both Owen and Kyle were standing naked in the middle of the floor and sporting enormous erections. I'd seen Owen naked many times, but not usually with a hard on, and I'd never seen Kyle naked at all. It was quite a shock.

"What the hell?" I asked, with my chin still on the floor.

"We are having an argument over who has got the biggest cock. Kyle says he has, when it's obvious that I have, but we haven't got a ruler to check it with." 

"What?" I was trying to get my head around this. They wanted me to settle a stupid argument over which of them has the biggest cock? 

To me the answer looked obvious. But then I wasn't looking through the rose tinted spectacles worn by nineteen year old males who all think that they are the worlds best endowed man. 

"Why do you need a ruler?" I asked them.

"So that we can measure ourselves and see who's bigger." Kyle sounded as though he was explaining the obvious to a five year old.

"But you don't need the actual size, do you? You just want to know who has the most, yes?"

"Yes!" Answered Kyle again.

"Then you don't need a fucking ruler for that." I was getting cross at their joint stupidity and oversized egos.

"How else can you tell?"

"For fucks sake!" I exclaimed in frustration for the second time, it was so bloody simple.

I walked into the room then and closed the door. "Right, go and stand in the middle of the room facing each other."

They looked puzzled but they did as they were told.

"Now, hold your weapon out straight in front of you and move forward. The first cock to touch the other one's belly is obviously the longest. And don't worry about getting physically close, there's no chance of catching common sense from each other. So go ahead and let's stop your silly quarrel so I can get some peace."

I saw the light come on in two sets of young men's eyes and they marched forward, each one looking down anxiously at his cock, with the expected result that they banged their heads together.

"Do you want to sort this or not?" I asked them, grinning inwardly and thinking to myself how appropriate the head banging was. 

I continued without waiting for an answer. "Do it slowly, I'll watch and make sure nobody cheats, ok?"

I wasn't sure how anyone could cheat at this, but I was sure that one or the other would try. This time they shuffled forward more slowly, still holding their cocks out like battering rams and thrusting their belly's as far forward as they could, as if that would make a difference.

But this time as they came together neither of them was pointing his cock horizontally, so that the two cocks crossed like a pair of swords. Of course that meant that they had to play at sword fighting with their cocks and we were no nearer solving the question.

"Oh, for crying out fucking loud." I was getting a bit frustrated by this time, I'd got emails to write - but I was also beginning to see a funny side to it.

"Ok, stand close together and I'll sort you out." I went up to them, shuffled them around until they were facing each other and about eight inches apart. Then I reached down and took hold of the two cocks.

"Fucking hell, Sis. You're not supposed to do that!" Owen sounded alarmed, but the hardness of his cock made that a lie. I think he was quietly thrilled to have his sister holding his penis in her hand.

"Shut up Owen, I'm not supposed to be judging a cock contest either, but you asked me to do that quickly enough."

Kyle's cock had softened a bit during the messing around that had gone on, so to make things fair I stroked his shaft softly to try and get it back to full size. Now, I don't know about you, but whatever you do with your left hand, your right hand tends to automatically copy it, so I found myself standing in the boys bedroom wearing nothing but a towel, and stroking their cocks, while they stood with far away looks on their faces. It was not something I had exactly expected to be doing, especially with my twin brother and a first cousin. God knows what anyone would have thought if they'd caught us. It was having the right effect, though, because both of them were stiffening noticeably.

"Bloody hell, Caz, if you make us cum we'll never get an answer!" Kyle was right.

"Make us cum and we won't care about the answer!" Owen pointed out. 

I must admit I was perhaps getting a bit carried away, but I was beginning to enjoy what I was doing. After all it's not often a girl gets the chance to play with two strong young cocks at the same time, whoever they might belong to. But I knew what they meant and the angle was a bit awkward anyway, so I reluctantly stopped stroking their shafts and pulled them a little closer together.

Now that they were standing facing each other it was easy to pull them together a bit at a time and the original question was soon answered. I gently moved them closer until Kyle's cock nudged up against Owens pubic nest, leaving Owen's tip still nearly half an inch short. Then I let go with my left hand and wrapped my right hand around both together so that they knew there could be no stretching of either one, and proclaimed the result.

"I hereby declare." I announced with mock solemnity "That Kyle is the possessor of the longer of the two cocks here today by the distance of approximately one centimetre. He is therefore the winner of the longest cock competition for this year." 

"But that doesn't mean yours is small, Owen." I added quickly, remembering how fragile young men's egos are. "If it was a contest for girth, then you'd win easy."

Somehow, while I was talking, I'd started to slide my hand slowly up and down the two opposing shafts. Going up one at the same time as down the other, so to speak. I don't remember intending to do it, but it was nice anyway, and the two owners clearly didn't mind. They seemed quite happy for me to play with them, and soon they were making little noises of appreciation. I must admit that I was enjoying it too, and I was soon beginning to get a little moist between the legs from the sensation.

"You really shouldn't do that, Sis, unless you're going to finish the job." 

Owen's voice had a randy catch in it and that made me feel even hotter, but I couldn't bring myself to take up the invitation implicit in his remark, and I instinctively stopped stroking them. I didn't really intend to go so far as wanking them off, my mind baulked a bit at that. But I didn't make any attempt to release them either, however, and nor did they make any attempt to pull away. So for about a minute we all stood with my hand wrapped around their cocks, each one wondering what was going to happen next, and each of us secretly hoping that things might go a bit further but not daring to take the step. 

It was one of those pauses that could have gone on forever, so in the end I just began stroking again and hoped everything would turn out alright. I was enjoying playing with two cocks at once and wanted the feeling to continue. I didn't even want to think of where it might eventually lead if I wasn't careful. When the two boys realised that I was prepared to keep going a bit longer they both adjusted their stance a little, planting their feet a little apart and draping an arm around each other's shoulders and around mine, sort of locking us together in a triangle. 

I don't know which of them it was, but one of them promptly took advantage, because I felt a little surreptitious tug at my towel and it was suddenly coming loose. I instinctively made a grab for it with my free hand, but I was too late and it lay pooled around my feet. I sort of shrugged to myself mentally and accepted that we were now all dressed the same, that is to say, naked.

"Nice one, Sis." 

Owen's breathless remark made me think it was probably Kyle who'd pulled it free, but right then I didn't care, my own nudity was turning me on. My hand was now going backwards and forwards on the two cocks at quite a rate and I was very aware of my breasts jiggling before their eyes, and of the effect the sight was having on them.

Then, quite suddenly, Kyle began to cum. There was no warning, none of the usual grunts and gasps as he got close. He just groaned and released great jets of cum, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. Seeing him ejaculating did me a power of good and I wanked him even faster, milking his cock of his glorious semen. Of course there was nowhere for his cum to go except all over his cousin's belly, matting into his pubic hair and running down his thigh, and to me that was a fabulous sight, but I wasn't sure what Owen would make of it. He didn't seem to mind though, he flinched a little but he was well away himself and I think his cousin's climax just brought his own a little closer for the moment. Even the spunk that got onto my hand and was then rubbed along his shaft didn't seem to faze him, he just moaned quietly as his cock suddenly became slippery and let me carry on.

As Kyle's cock emptied and began to soften he broke away from us and went to sit on his bed, watching me play with my brother's cock while he waited for his breathing and his heart rate to return to normal. Seeing that made me wonder why Owen and I were still standing in the middle of the room when there was a perfectly good bed only a few feet away.

"Lie down." 

I let go of his cock and pushed Owen in the direction of his own bed. He was startled for a moment, but then a randy grin crossed his face.

"Don't get any ideas; it's just easier for me -- if you want me to carry on, that is?" 

Owen nodded quickly and went to lie down. Then he lay on his back, his head propped against the headboard with his hands behind his neck, and sprawled out like Lord Muck waiting for his servant to continue. Typical bloody man! But I lay down beside him nonetheless with my own head about level with his navel and propped myself on one elbow in order to reach out and take hold of him once more, and, as he still had gobs of Kyle's cum on his stomach, I scooped some onto my fingers to spread along his cock as I did so. I didn't know or care what my brother thought, I preferred his shaft slippery, and anyway he didn't seem to mind.

It was much easier for me to play with him from this position, and I could see what I was doing much better too, so I was able to vary my strokes, faster or slower, or longer or shorter. I soon had him gasping with pleasure, his eyes tight shut and his face tense with arousal as I wanked his cum slippery cock. I could see that it was not gong to be long before he fired his own load and the thought that I was going to make my own brother cum was filling my pussy with juices. I know it shouldn't have, but it was! I was sopping wet and knew that the minute I got back to my own room I would have to give myself a good seeing to, a thought that did seem a bit unfair.

Watching him get redder in the face, seeing the muscles and veins in his neck stand out and his toes literally curling as he got closer made me feel hotter and hotter. I couldn't wait to see him cum, I don't know why, but I desperately wanted to see his spunk spurt from his cock and know that I'd managed to bring him to a climax. Then he was there. With a deep, almost animal-like, groan, his body tensed, his head lifted from the backboard, and the first beautiful gout of cum erupted from his cock. Then pure instinct took over, and without intending to, or even thinking about it, I leaned forward and fastened my lips over the head of his cock to take the rest of his cream into my mouth.

The taste was glorious. I had only ever tasted my boyfriend's cum, and Owen's was slightly different to that, but in the randy state I was in it was like tasting the very best caviar or champagne, there was nothing I wanted more. 

"Oh my God, Sis!" 

Owen's voice was strained with the effort of his climax, but still conveyed his shock and delight at my action as I took more and more of his spunk into my mouth. I will admit that I had trouble coping with it, he seemed as though he would never stop shooting off, but in the end I swallowed the lot, gulping down spurt after spurt until eventually his orgasm tailed off and his cock began to soften. Wanking my brother into my mouth was something I had never expected to do, ever. But at the time it seemed right, and I lay over him with what was almost a smile of triumph on my face, as he rested spent and breathless on the bed.


While Staying with Aunt Sarah Ch. 02



Along with my twin sister Carol, I'd been 'farmed out' to stay with my Aunt Sarah during the summer holidays. It wasn't anybody's fault, it was just that my grandfather was terminally ill and our parents had gone to look after him for his last few weeks just as the university year ended. It was one of those things and my sadness for grandpa overruled any complaints I might have had, but there are better ways of spending the summer. Much as I could get along with Aunt Sarah and my cousin's Ruth and Kyle, I wasn't over happy about having to share a room with Kyle. He was ok, but I'd been sharing a room at Uni and I'd been looking forward to having my own space. Having said all that, the way things were going it looked as though it was going to be quite an interesting summer.

It was the end of our third day there and Kyle and I were lying in our separate beds watching the end of a TV film before going to sleep. It wasn't a particularly good film, just really an excuse for staying awake a little longer, and so when the closing credits began to roll I didn't have much of an idea about who had finally been revealed as the murderer. I'd been too busy thinking about my sister and the mutual masturbation session that the three of us had enjoyed a couple of days previously. I couldn't stop wondering if she and I would have gone all the way and fucked if Kyle hadn't been present. As it was she had wanked him off and given me a blow job before we made her cum by hand, and I was pretty sure she was up for a shag too. I was also wondering why that never would have happened if we'd been at home.

Kyle pointed the remote at the box and flicked it off.

"Would you have fucked Caz if she'd let you?" 

His sudden question caught me by surprise, but it told me where his thoughts had been as well. I pretended to have to think about it, more for appearances sake than anything else, but it did give me time to phrase an answer.

"I'm not sure." I began. "But I think probably so, yes. After all she's not bad looking for a sister and it's not easy to turn a good fuck down, is it? Anyway, would you have?"

His answer was surprisingly direct. "Yes. Anytime she liked. But I couldn't do anything with her brother there, could I?" 

It seemed we'd got in each other's way! I wondered what if the boot had been on the other foot.

"And if it had been Ruth? Would you then?" 

"I think Ruth is more likely to go with Chloe than either of us." He ducked the question smartly and I drew my own conclusions. 

Chloe was Ruth's friend who was staying over for the holidays. The two girls were sharing Ruth's bedroom and everyone had a good idea why. A shame actually, because Chloe would really have been worth the effort - and so would Ruth for that matter.

I reached under the duvet to make necessary adjustments. I usually slept in pair of shorts, but Kyle slept naked and it had seemed a bit timid of me not to do the same. My cock wasn't used to so much freedom and reacted to our conversation more readily than normal. Or at least, that's what I told myself.

We lapsed into silence and I turned the events of that day over in my mind once again. I still felt a bit uneasy about it, even though I'd enjoyed it at the time.

"I tell you what." I said eventually, just to break the stillness. "That was quite a session. Not something I expected to happen, did you?"

"Never in a million years." Kyle looked at me hard. "Were you really trying to get your fist up her cunt?"

"Well, yes! That's what she asked me to do, wasn't it? And I nearly did it. If she hadn't cum just then I think it would have gone in." Carol had told me she wanted as many fingers up her as I could get, and even my whole hand if it would go. As it happened it didn't go, but I got pretty close.

"Didn't she make a lot of fucking noise, though?" Kyle reminded me about Carol's noisy orgasm 

"If anyone else had been in the house...." He let it trail off, and then, looking at me, he burst out laughing.

"You've got a stiffy." He pointed at my duvet. "You've got a stiffy from thinking about fucking your sister."

I didn't argue, although thinking about fucking Chloe had been what they call a contributory factor. Instead I just looked hard at the little pyramid in his bedclothes.

"And you've got one from thinking about fucking your cousin."

I don't think Kyle had realised that he too had an erection, because my answer seemed to catch him unawares.

"Ooops! So I have." He laughed back as he investigated his cock.

"I wonder which of us is biggest today from thinking about Caz." He mused. "Because whoever's hardest fancies her most, don't they?"

"Oh, no. I'm not getting into that again." It had been a cock size contest that had started things two days before. "But I think you fancy her enough for us both judging by the lump in your duvet."

To my surprise Kyle promptly threw back his duvet to reveal his erection, hard and red, sticking straight up. "Can you match that?" He asked, grinning.

I didn't really want to, but I couldn't let him get away with it, so I pushed my duvet out of the way and showed him my own cock, equally hard and equally hot.

"Wow! Horny pair of sods, aren't we." Kyle looked genuinely surprised at how turned on I was, and if truth be told, so was I. I really needed a fuck, or at least a wank, but it would have to wait.

Kyle went back to the original subject. "Would you mind if I fucked your sister? You can watch if you want!"

"Well that's very kind of you to offer, and would you like to watch me do it as well?" I was being sarcastic, but he took me seriously.

"I wouldn't mind. How about we make it a threesome?"

The idea appealed more than I was prepared to admit, and my cock twitched as it got even harder.

"You don't have to answer that, your dick just nodded for you." He laughed at my embarrassment.

Kyle had started absently running his hand up and down his shaft, not really wanking but sort of enjoying the sensation of touching himself. I watched him for a minute or two, wondering if I should do the same and feeling hornier at the thought.

"Are you going to do that properly?" I asked him finally, nodding at his cock to let him know what I meant. "I will if you will."

"Alright, you're on." I lay back, took hold of my own cock, and began to wank slowly, looking across at Kyle all the time. He settled himself against his pillow and began to stroke himself harder.

"It's a pity Caz isn't here to watch." He said wistfully, and I nodded my agreement.

"The only problem with that is that I'd probably get covered in your cum again." I reminded him.

Carol had wanked him to a climax with his cock pointing at me, with the result that my stomach had been sprayed with his spunk. I hadn't minded, in fact it was a strange sort of thrill, especially when Carol had spread some of the slippery cum over my shaft and then slid her hand up and down me. The sensation of having my sister wank me with my cousin's spunk was mind-blowing, and very exciting. When I came she took me in her mouth and I just about exploded down her throat. What a fucking climax.

"Well, you're safe, 'cos she isn't here, although from where I was it looked as though you quite liked it."

"I did." I admitted. "It made my dick all slippery and that felt really good.

"Haven't you ever wanked with baby oil?" He asked me, looking surprised when I shook my head.

"Wait there. It's worth trying." 

He slid out of bed, grabbed a towel and headed out of the door. A couple of minutes later he was back, holding a bottle of baby oil triumphantly before him.

"I knew I'd seen some in the bathroom. Now, let's get some of this on you and you'll be in heaven." 

He advanced towards me across the bedroom. Now, I had assumed that he was going to give me the bottle for me to do it myself, in fact I put my hand out to take it. But instead as he got to the bed he sat on the edge, unscrewed the top, poured a little pool of out into his palm and reached for my cock. He did it so matter of factly that I didn't even complain. In fact before I'd realised what was happening he had coated my cock with oil and was running his hand up and down me. And he was right, I was in heaven.

"Don't worry; I'm not going to finish you off. I'll just make sure you're well covered and then you can carry on with your wank."

Now I knew he was lying and he knew he was lying, but I for one didn't bloody well care. It felt good, really good. Women always say that men don't know how to touch them, and I think the same goes the other way around. Kyle was playing with me like an expert. He was running his fingertips along my shaft, then his palm, then his fingers. Then he would lightly massage the tip with his palm before running his hand back down my length.

After a few minutes and a lot of gasps and sighs from me, he stopped and I thought he really was going to let me finish off, but all he was doing was replenishing the baby oil. Instead of putting it into his hand, this time he poured it straight onto my cock, and the sudden cold made me jump. In turn my sudden movement made him jump and I ended up with two very oily balls as his aim went awry. 

"Ooops, sorry." He said. and cupped my balls in his hand, supposedly to catch the oil as it ran down my scrotum, though I think it just gave him the excuse he wanted to play with me some more. 

I can't say why, but when he started to play and massage my balls I automatically parted my legs to let him further in, and then opened them even more when he reached further down until his fingers were right under my balls, with the tips resting on my perineum. Now there was no pretence. He couldn't pretend he was just trying to recover the errant baby oil. He was playing with me for real, and we both knew it. He looked at me quizzically.

"Is that ok?"

I nodded. My heart was pounding. I felt alarmed at the sudden turn of events, but excited too. I'd never dreamed of this happening, but then I'd never dreamed of being blown by my sister, either. 

"I've never touched a guy before, have you?" I shook my head in answer. I'd never thought I would either, but I knew he'd want me to reciprocate and I knew I would.

"I'm still not going to finish you off, I just want to experiment, do you mind?"

I shook my head again, I was so hot my cock felt hard almost to bursting point.

"No, I don't mind. I'll tell you if I don't like something."

It was his turn to nod, and then, as I lay back, he massaged my cock and balls, slick with oil and seemingly extra sensitive because of it. It was a fantastic feeling, made even hotter by the fact that Kyle was doing it.

Now he routinely included my balls as he stroked me, travelling the length of my cock and then sliding his hand over my balls, and I noticed that each time he did so he was going just a little further down. At first I thought it was accidental, but after a few times I came to the conclusion that he was just seeing how far I would let him go. I opened my legs even wider, drawing back my knees in an unmistakable signal that he could go a lot further yet. God, I never thought I'd ever be doing that.

The next time his hand reached my balls he stayed there, and I felt his fingers begin to investigate into my crack until I felt the very tip of his forefinger skate gently over my anus. It was a very gentle, tentative touch, feather light and over in a second, so quick that it could be denied if need be. But the contact had been made, and we both knew that it now down to me to say no if I wished. I said nothing, and the next time his finger flitted over my arse it was a little firmer and a little slower. I groaned softly with excitement.

Once again his finger moved away, and this time I didn't want it to. But it was soon back and now the tip circled my anus, stroking gently round and round my sphincter, never trying to enter, but all the time telling me of its final intention. I was breathing heavily, gasping with pent up anxiety and anticipation. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted it, but at the same time I was apprehensive about it. I couldn't understand why I was suddenly enjoying intimate male on male contact because I'd never had any gay inclinations before, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me.

Kyle's finger continued to circle my sphincter for a short while and then he placed the tip right on the entrance and paused, keeping his finger still and looking directly at me in unspoken query. I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Yes."

As soon as I gave my consent his finger tip began to move, twisting, pressing and wriggling, seeking entry into my rectum. I pulled my legs right back and moaned with pleasure. My behind was too slippery with oil to deny him for very long and soon his finger had passed the ring of muscle at the entrance and was inside me, as far as I could tell, to about first knuckle depth. Kyle stopped, held still for a minute or so to let me come to terms with it, and then he pushed into me again, this time burying his finger in my arse as far as it would go. It felt marvellous.

I lay back, my hands hooked behind my knees to hold my legs out of the way, and I let Kyle finger-fuck my arse, feeling him going in and out hard and fast. All I needed now was some for of stimulation on my cock and I knew I would have the best climax I'd ever had in my life. I was so fucking horny I was game for anything and I could hear myself moaning, grunting and gasping in time with the thrusts of his finger. I tried to keep it quiet, for the rest of the household were sleeping only a few yards away one side or the other, and even though I managed to muffle most of my involuntary sounds I couldn't stifle them altogether. I just had to hope nobody heard.

Suddenly Kyle stopped and pulled out. There were footsteps on the landing. I kept rigidly still, waiting and hoping that it was either someone heading for the bathroom and who would be gone again in a minute, or that it would be Carol, and that she would come and join in, though what she would make of my position I didn't stop to think. Kyle sat stock still next to me as we listened to the footsteps go into the bathroom then, a minute or two later, retrace their route back. We breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a good job that happened." I remarked in a whisper. "Another minute or two of that and I would have shot my load."

"Good then, eh?" Kyle grinned happily, and then pointed to his own rigid erection. "So how about you deal with this before I explode."

I just nodded smilingly and lay still for a minute or so to let my heart slow down, and then I slid from the bed to allow Kyle to take my place. As we swapped places I reached out to the bedside cabinet and grabbed the baby oil. I wanted him to enjoy being wanked, and I intended doing to him pretty much what he had done to me. I wasn't sure if I was up for finger-fucking his arse, but I would certainly play with his balls, and maybe beyond.

There was no pretence needed this time, we both knew what was happening and he lay with his legs open ready while I poured oil directly onto his cock. I didn't put much on, and that was just as well, baby oil goes further than you think and as soon as I took hold and ran my hand along it his shaft and balls were all slick, shining, and slippery. I had never touched any cock other than my own, and then the sensation in my cock had disguised the feel of a shaft actually in my hand. So this time I could actually experience and savour the sensation of holding a rigid male cock. I began to wank him, sliding my hand up and down, increasing in pressure and speed until I began to hear the same little whimpers and gasps that I'd been making only a short time before.

Knowing now that Kyle was totally turned on and willing to be touched I poured some baby oil over his balls and started playing with them as well. This again was something new to me and I played with his scrotum longer than I intended, long enough in fact for a bead of precum to form on his cock. But I didn't want him to cum yet, I wanted to explore him as he had me, so I allowed my own fingers to descend under his balls and make their way back to his arse. 

He knew where I was headed and it was obviously what he wanted, because even before I got there his breathing had become erratic with excitement and he had pulled his knees back just like I eventually did. Kyle wanted me to touch his arse, and I'm pretty sure he already wanted to feel my finger inside his rectum, though he didn't say so, for when my fingertip eventually found its way to his rear entrance he sighed with contentment and visibly relaxed. I pushed experimentally and my slippery fingertip had very little trouble finding a way past his sphincter. I'd gone further than I intended already. 

I was a little anxious when I began finger-fucking him. I'd never penetrated an anus before, and I wasn't sure how clean my finger would be as it came out -- you know what I mean -- and I was pleasantly surprised to find nothing at all. So, having got that potential unpleasantness out of the way I began plunge in and out. Kyle was whimpering softly, not with pain, but with such intense excitement and pleasure that he wanted more.

"Owen, that is fucking lovely, can you get another finger in?"

That sounded a bit like Caz as she got around to asking me to fist her, and I certainly wasn't about to try that with Kyle.

"Yes, I think so, but only one."

I took the bottle of baby oil and poured a little into his naval. He looked at me and at the tiny pool of oil with a frown, but it soon became clear to him what I was doing when I rolled two fingertips in it, coating them both with a sheen of baby oil.

My fingers sufficiently lubricated I reached beneath him, seeking is entrance once more. He responded by pulling his legs even wider and further back to let me in. With him in that position I had no trouble wriggling both fingers into his anus and I pushed them deep inside. Kyle groaned and a bead of fluid leaked from the eye of his cock and ran down the shaft. I was so tempted to lick it, and almost certainly would have done if it hadn't been shiny with baby oil. I looked down at him, his legs were as wide as he could get them and as far back as they would go. With his smooth skin and slim build he looked almost feminine.

"You look like a girl waiting to be fucked." I commented smiling.

"Then fuck me!"

I was so shocked that my fingers came to an abrupt stop buried deep in his rectum. I stared at him opened mouthed wondering if I'd really heard him right.

"Go on, do it. Take your fingers out and stick your cock in. I can take it. I want to take it."

I was both repelled and attracted by the idea. My mind instinctively recoiled, but it was overruled by my overheated body. My cock was rock hard, just crying out for release, and here was an offer that would do that. My heart raced, my throat went dry and I nodded silently, withdrawing my fingers from Kyle's rectum and moving round so that I could lie between his legs and enter him.

Even as I lay on top of him I was aware of the fact that this was anal sex I was about to do, and gay anal sex at that. But I didn't care. I liked Kyle and found nothing repugnant about the idea of fucking him. I shifted my weight as I wriggled into position, reaching beneath me to steer myself to his arsehole. But Kyle reached back himself and I felt his hand close around my shaft before I could get there.

"Let me do it, you just push slowly when I say." His voice in my ear was breathless with excitement at what we were about to do.

I did as I was told, resting my weight on my elbows as if he were a girl and waited. He fumbled for a moment or so and then I felt my tip touch warm flesh.

"That's it, push gently." I did, but nothing happened.




While Staying with Aunt Sarah Ch. 02



"Wait!"

He adjusted our relative positions and then we tried again.

"That's better, now you're on target. Push again." 

I pushed and for a few seconds I thought we'd missed again, but then his sphincter suddenly relented and let me in with an almost audible plop. Kyle gasped with pain and I kept myself absolutely still.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yes, it's fine now, it's just as it went in. Go ahead, fuck me hard."

I didn't immediately follow his instruction. For one thing I could feel his cock and balls under me and I didn't want to squash them, and for another I wanted to be sure he was ok. For a third reason I just wanted to enjoy feeling my cock in my cousin's arse. The sensation of anal sex is exquisite, a rectum is so tight and smooth it's like having your cock wrapped in warm velvet, and it's nowhere nearly as wet and sloppy as a pussy. I thrust into him gently and slowly, savouring the sensation and going as deep as I could before pulling back, but all the time taking care not to hurt him.

"Come on, Owen, fuck me!" Kyle was panting with need. "Don't hold back."

My cock was feeling almost painfully hard and my balls were desperate to unload, so that invitation was all I needed to let me fuck him full on. I built up force and speed until I was slamming myself into him, ramming my cock in as deep as it would go, not now caring about anything except his wish to be fucked and my wish to shoot my cum deep into his body. It didn't take long. 

As I fucked him Kyle wrapped his legs around my back and fastened his arms around my neck pulling me down on him like a woman. Lying on top like that with my cock inside him was a strange and electric experience. He seemed androgynous, devoid of gender, just a person, a body to give and receive pleasure with, and very deep pleasure at that. With the sensations running through my cock as I plunged into him and his with body so entangled with mine I soon felt that build up of heat and pressure that heralds a climax. The pressure and sensation got stronger, unbearably stronger, and I knew with intense excitement that I was going to cum inside my cousin's arse.

"I'm cumming!" I warned him.

"I know. Shoot it real deep. I want your load right inside me."

My balls exploded and Kyle got his wish. I slammed myself deep into him and sent gout after gout of hot cum shooting deep into his arse. It was a stupendous climax, so intense and erotic, made more so by the fact of what I was doing and who I was doing it with. I was conscious all the time that I'd just joined the exclusive club of people having gay sex with another member of their own family, and I was so, so glad.

Kyle and I lay locked together, panting and gasping, and looking into each other's face for some clue as to how the other one felt. With my face only inches from his and my cock still lying inside his arse I had a sudden urge to kiss him on the mouth, hard and passionately. But I didn't, for all my impulses and urges my mind just couldn't handle that level of intimacy, and so I just lay there looking at him closely until my softening cock finally slipped from his back passage and dropped limply between his cheeks. Then he released his grip on my shoulders, unwound his legs from my back and began to wriggle free.

"Kneel down." I knew immediately what he wanted, but I knelt down anyway.

Now it was my turn to wait apprehensively to be fucked. I was scared, excited, anxious and expectant, all at the same time. I'd felt Kyle wince as I'd entered him and that worried me, but then I'd shared his arousal as I ploughed into him and that made the worry worth while. So I waited submissively for him to do whatever he wanted.

The first sensation was one of sudden cold on my back as he poured a little stream of oil into my crack before catching it with his fingers and smearing it around my arse. It was a strange feeling to be kneeling with my arse on show while he applied oil to my very private entrance, but it was also very erotic to know just how exposed I was and what he could see. 

Having spread the oil around to his satisfaction I saw him lean over out of the corner of my eye and replace the bottle on the bedside cabinet. This was it I thought, and I waited to feel his cock at my back door. 

But it wasn't his cock that entered me; it was his finger, pushing its way past my sphincter and into my rectum just like before. It felt just as nice as previously too, moving gently in and out, probing deeply and then pulling almost back out. I relaxed and accepted his attentions, wondering briefly if he intended to fuck me after all. But then he pulled his finger almost out and I felt another one wriggle in beside it, stretching my ring as it worked its way past. It didn't hurt, but it did feel just a bit uncomfortable for short while until my anus adjusted to this wider intrusion. Then I understood what he was doing, he was stretching me slowly to ready my arse to accept his cock. I appreciated his thoughtfulness and let him continue, it was pleasurable enough in any case to have the two fingers pistoning in and out of me.

Soon a third finger joined the other two. He pushed them deep and this time it did hurt, a hot sharp pain that made me yelp and had me gritting my teeth until it subsided. I've experimented since and three fingers make an ideal wedge for gradually forcing open a virgin anus, but Kyle had missed out the 'gradual' bit.

"Take it easy!" I exclaimed and his fingers came to a halt.

"Sorry." 

He waited until I got used to his extra digit and told him 'ok', and then he started pushing in and out again, this time only going marginally deeper with each push. Now it felt good. Now I could feel my sphincter being stretched, and pleasantly stretched, as he went further in. I let him know that I was enjoying it with deliberate little pleasure noises, encouraging him to go deeper and to explore my passage. He seemed to understand, because his fingers now moved around inside my arse, wriggling and squirming as they passed in and out. The feeling was sensational and I felt my flaccid cock make the first twitches of recovery under Kyle's attentions at my back door. 

Then he stopped and his fingers went away. I waited, hoping that now he really was going to use his cock on me, hoping to feel it enter, pushing all the way in. It seemed a long time that I knelt there, in reality only probably thirty seconds, but it seemed like forever and eventually I looked around to see what was happening. He was massaging baby oil into his own cock, coating his helmet and shaft with a shiny film ready for his big entrance. Then I really did know he intended to do it and my heart leapt.

The first touch of his cock on my anus made me gasp with anticipation and I held myself rigid to await his thrust. He pushed against me and I felt my arse expand painlessly, my ring opening to admit him, my well prepared sphincter relaxing to accept him. Then, with an abruptness that surprised me, the head of his cock slipped past and lay inside my rectum, feeling surprisingly large and hard.

"Yes, that's good." I wanted to encourage him

He started to move, shuffling himself more closely into position and pushing his cock gently deeper. Then I felt a hand grip each of my hips and pull me back as if to impale me on his weapon. That felt so good. To have a cock buried deep inside your rectum gives the most satisfyingly full sensation, especially as the intruder slides deeper. So to be fucked and to have a cock sliding in and out many times a minute magnifies and multiplies that sensation until it reaches magnificent proportions.

I knelt groaning quietly, gasping at each thrust of his cock, willingly accepting him and waiting for that incredible moment when he would cum inside me. Then, just like when Carol had wanked him, when he did cum there was no warning, no lead up. He just gripped my hips and pulled me back hard to meet his cock and burst into me. 

The feeling of having him cum right up inside my rectum was shattering. I swear I felt every gush of his cream flood into me. He hardly pulled back at all, simply pushing himself hard against my backside with each spurt as if he wanted it so deep it would never get out. For my part that is exactly what I wanted. I loved the feel of him shooting right inside me, feeling his warm cum splatter against the walls of my tunnel. Somehow I didn't 'feel' it as my skin would have, but more 'sensed' it hitting against my insides. I suppose that's due to different nerve endings, but it made Kyle cumming in my arse a unique and beautiful experience. I wanted it to last and last, but all too soon Kyle's spurts grew weaker and ultimately tailed off altogether. Then, with his climax finished, he held my hips and kept his cock inside me, pressing his stomach against my backside until he softened so much that finally he slipped free

Afterwards we lay side by side on my single bed, looking at each other silently, mentally adjusting, I suppose, to what we had done. For my part I wondered what effect it would have on my life. Would I do it again, and would I do it with anyone else? I didn't know the answers, but I felt no regrets. Nor, I think, did Kyle, for he smiled at me, kissed me briefly on my astonished lips, and went back to his own bed.



While Staying with Aunt Sarah Ch. 03



It was still early, but Owen was sitting on the trunk of a fallen apple tree in the orchard watching his sister, Carol, feeding the hens. He raised an acknowledging hand as I approached.

"Hi Kyle." He called. 

I went across and stood in front of him looking carefully at his face for any signs of embarrassment or regret. He was up and out before my eyes had opened, and I wondered if he was unhappy about what we did.

"Hi Owen, how are you this morning, is everything alright?"

"Do you mean physically or mentally?" He asked back.

"Well both, I guess."

"Well physically I'm better than I expected. I thought my arse would be really sore this morning after being reamed out by you last night, but it isn't too bad." 

He paused.

"Mentally I'm absolutely fine. I didn't think I'd ever be able to look you in the face again after what we got up to, but for some reason fucking you in the arse and then letting you do it to me hasn't bothered me at all. In fact the only thing I wish hadn't happened is that I wish you hadn't kissed me at the end."

"Why?" It was only the briefest of kisses. I'd just felt the need.

"Because everything else can be put down to two young men experimenting with sex, but a kiss implies more than that."

"Well, don't fret, there was nothing in it. As far as I was concerned we did what we fancied doing just for fun. Whether we'll ever do it again I don't know, that's up to you, but I don't fancy you in a romantic sense, so don't worry about us turning gay."

"Okay." He looked at me with the same searching gaze that I'd first used on him. "And do you want to do it again?"

I pretended to think about it for a minute, as if I'd not spent most of the night doing just that.

"I wouldn't mind, but I wouldn't want to make a habit of it. What about you?" I lied; I'd love to make a habit of it.

Owen paused just as I had. "I think maybe I'd like to, and maybe I'd even like to try sucking you as well, just to see what it's like."

"Okay, me too perhaps." I wasn't sure about that bit, but we'd both said yes to more sex without either sounding too eager.

Carol had finished her chore now and heading towards us on her way back to the house. She looked cute with in a white blouse and cut-off denim shorts and with her blonde hair tied back.

"Are you going to tell your sister about it?" I asked him, wondering what he'd say to her.

"I don't know. Don't think so, I'm not sure how she'd take it."

She was getting within hearing range, so we fell silent.

"It seems everyone's gone out and so I'm going to make a coffee, care to join me?" She asked as she drew level. "I could do with some conversation."

We fell in alongside her and walked leisurely back towards the house.

Suddenly she stopped, as if trying to get up the nerve to say something.

"I heard you two last night."

My heart did a double-take in my chest and Owen went white. Fortunately Carol seemed not to notice.

"And as I lay listening I was wishing that your cum was shooting into my pussy instead of being wasted by wanking."

I was so amazed by her sudden frankness, and so relieved that she hadn't realized that we were fucking and not wanking, that I almost missed the implications of what she'd said.

"You mean you wished we were fucking you?" I said as the penny dropped.

"Yes, both of you. But I knew you wouldn't, so I made do with my fingers."

"Do you still wish we had?" The million dollar question.

"Yes, and I'd still like to, but I know we can't. It's wrong." 

When she spoke again it was in a tiny, almost little girl, voice. 

"I often fantasize about having two men at once, and I've always wanted to do it with Owen, ever since I first knew about sex. I even wanted it to be Owen who took my virginity, but it wasn't." 

She was blushing brightl red and her eyes looking anywhere but at us.

We filed silently into the kitchen. All three of us trying to get our heads around Carol's announcement. "How do you know we wouldn't have?" I asked as Carol got coffee going, returning to last night.

"Because you're family, and that makes it incest."

"But we would have, you know. And we still will, if you want."

"Both of you? Together?" She looked from one to the other.

"And right now, if you want." Owen joined in to confirm what I'd said.

"Really?" There was both excitement and fear in her voice.

"Yes." Our answer came as a chorus, and then Owen added, "So, shall we do it?"

There was an immediate silence. All three of us knew that we had taken an irrevocable step by stating our desires and that it was going to be now or never for fulfilling them. The ball lay in Carol's court and Owen and I stood nervously waiting for her decision.

"Go upstairs." She told us finally. "I want to, but I need to think. If I don't come up, don't be mad at me. You're asking a lot."

Owen and I climbed the stairs without a word, pausing outside our own room before going on into Carol's. Then we undressed and sat side by side on her bed, waiting, wondering, and hoping - especially hoping. We were both sporting massive optimistic erections.

"Do you think she will?" Owen whispered.

I shrugged, listening vainly for footsteps on the stairs.

We seemed to wait forever, but then slow, hesitant steps told us that she had made her decision. The door swung open as slowly as in a horror movie, and then Carol walked timidly into her room, visibly shaking. We both made to stand, but she held up her hand to stop us, and began to undress with trembling fingers.

Naked she was gorgeous, athletically fit, blonde and tanned. She had beautiful breasts, full but not heavy, wide hips and a stomach that was flat without being hard. Her chest was heaving with embarrassment and arousal and her face wore the defiant 'here I am' look. My erection got even harder. She stood for about thirty seconds with her hands by her sides and legs slightly apart, allowing us to look at her before walking slowly across the room.

"I'm frightened to death, so make it good, guys, please make it good."

"We will, don't be scared." Owen held out his arms to welcome his twin.

I moved to one side to let her in and she ignored me and went straight into her brother's embrace, fastening her mouth over his in a decidedly non-sisterly kiss. Owen pulled her to him and rolled her onto the bed, so that she ended on her back, her arms wrapped around her brother who lay beside her. They looked for all the world like any other young couple, and I'll admit to a short-lived twinge of jealousy.

She had admitted always wanting her brother, and so I just sat on the end of the bed and watched for a while as they got to know each other sexually, their hands exploring in a way they hadn't ever done before. It was wonderful to watch, and I just had to hope that I wouldn't get left out altogether.

At first they just lay locked together, their arms all around each other, hands exploring, and kissing passionately. But then Owen placed his hand over his sister's breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh and triggering little happy sounds from Carol's throat. She held him even tighter as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, pulling at it gently at first and then more firmly as she responded.

When he pulled her to the bed she lay with her legs almost together, but as her nerves settled and her arousal grew she unconsciously opened them to admit her brother. From where I sat this gave me an unimpeded view of her gorgeous pussy, already slick and shiny with juices, the actual entrance to her vagina gaping slightly in readiness. All I had to do was lean forward and I could touch it, I was so tempted.

For several minutes I waited, wanting to join in but not wanting to spoil the experience that Carol had waited so long for. It was a difficult choice, I wanted her to enjoy her brother, but my cock was demanding that I took an active part. But Owen was still concentrating on her breasts, so eventually I reached out and started to stroke the inside of her thighs from just above her knees almost to her pussy, not touching her too overtly but just sort of reminding her of my presence. She could either close her legs to keep everything for Owen, or allow me to continue.

She allowed me to go on; in fact she spread her legs wider in an unambiguous signal for me to keep going, and I crept closer to her pussy with every caress until the backs of my fingers were just grazing her fine blonde hair before I went away again. I leaned closer, resting now on one elbow so that I could touch her more freely with the other hand, and ran my fingertips along the length of her slit. She groaned into Owen's mouth as they kissed. Twice more I did this and twice more she let out little moans, and then I began to play directly with her hard little clit. She sighed and started to wriggle under my fingers, her juices now running freely from her and down into her crack.

All this time Owen was kissing her deeply, and I could almost hear their tongues fencing in their mouths, but now he looked around to see what I was doing to make her moan, but she clutched at him and pulled him back to her mouth, not letting him move away for a moment. It seems that she didn't want either of us to interfere with the other.

I moved in a little, turning my hand so that my thumb now rubbed her clit, and giving me an unimpeded view of her pussy. She looked fabulous; her outer lips were puffy and swollen from arousal, her clit stood like the little sentry it is so often described as, only moving under the touch of my thumb, and her vagina gaped wide, wanting to be entered. Close up her scent was strong, heavy and feminine, the unmistakable and beautiful musky perfume of a horny woman. It made me want very much to taste her, and in the end I gave in to that too.

Almost from the moment my tongue touched her slit she began to move her hips in slow sinuous gyrations and deep little noises formed in her throat, though she was still locked in Owen's embrace. I could see that he was still playing with her breasts, still tugging at her nipples and still moulding her soft flesh with his hand. She had managed now to insinuate her nearest hand down between them and was playing with his cock, making the tip touching her hip as she moved and leaving a little trail of precum glistening against her skin. We were all three engaged in giving Carol a sexy time. 

I felt I wanted to bury myself in her pussy, and so I pressed my mouth hard against her, letting the movements of her hips spread her wetness over my face as I probed as far into her as I could with my tongue. She tasted fantastic, a lovely fresh female taste that I lapped up eagerly. Soon, as my tongue began to take her towards an orgasm, her movements changed from circular to up and down and she rubbed herself against my face more and more urgently. My tongue slipped from her passage and slid along her pussy as she moved, licking it from top to bottom and adding to her arousal. It was clearly not going to be long before she came.

I know now that Carol's orgasms are never gentle, but this was only the second one I had seen, and I was surprised by the ferocity of it. Even muffled against Owen's mouth her cries were loud and intense and I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was clutching at his shoulder with her hand so hard that red marks trailed back where she had dragged her nails across him. Her other hand was wrapped tightly round his cock and was wanking him frantically with short erratic strokes, while her hips jerked and twitched as she pushed herself against me. It was all I could do to maintain contact between myself and her pussy, but it was worth it, her juices flowed into my mouth, coating my tongue with her lovely taste, and trickled down my chin.

No sooner had her climax passed than she wrenched her mouth away from Owen's and, gasping for breath, pleaded with him to fuck her.

"Do it, Owen, for God's sake do it now."

Owen didn't argue and I only just backed out of the way in time as he rolled on top of her and wriggled into position between her legs. She pulled her legs right back to give him access and presented me with the ideal view of them both as he reached down to find his way in. Her pussy was so wet that her fluids were running down her crack, pooling in the little crater of her rosebud, and then overflowing onto the bed. To see her glistening with want as Owen guided the tip of his cock into her was a remarkable sight, especially knowing that this was the first time Carol would satisfy her dream of sex with her twin. 

Then I watched, fascinated, as his cock slid easily deep into her and he began to move rhythmically in and out, seeing his shaft become shiny with her juices and her labia flex as it passed between them. As he pulled back I had a perfect view, but then as he thrust hard into her this view was hidden for the moment by his balls, pushed full and heavy up against her.

"Oh, my God, that's amazing." Carol's voice cracked a little at the feel of her brother's cock moving within her.

Owen settled into his rhythm, steadily fucking his sister with the same powerful thrusts that he had used on me the night before. I watched in wonder, still wanting to join in, but still taken by the performance before me. Eventually I couldn't wait any longer and I reached over to cup Owen's scrotum in my hand. He grunted, perhaps from surprise, but made no objection and I moved with him, massaging and rolling his balls as he fucked Carol, feeling their warmth and their weight as they swung below him. I don't know why I touched him instead of his sister, it just seemed what was needed.

But then he pushed forward with a deeper than usual thrust and my finger tips came into momentary contact with Carol's pussy and I felt the wetness of her entrance on my skin. That touch added fuel to my almost painful arousal and my cock throbbed with urgent need. I thought of moving around to present my cock to her mouth, but I was enthralled by the sight of Owen's cock entering her so forcefully and by the novel chance to touch them where their bodies joined as they fucked.

The accidental contact with Carol's pussy made me want to feel her again, and so, as Owen moved forward again I allowed my hand to slide from his balls and my fingers to make more deliberate contact with his sister, touching the rim of her entrance as his cock slid past. She shuddered and gasped at this new sensation, not realizing for the moment what it was but enjoying it anyway. Then I allowed my fingertips to stroke her more firmly and to wander along the wet and slippery path between her vagina and her anus. This time she gasped loudly with realization.

"Oohh, that's good!" 

My fingers played with her, trailing from her anus back to her pussy, tracing a gentle path around the rim of her vagina as far as I could reach with Owen's cock thrusting past me. Then I placed my index fingertip below his cock, right on the edge of her entrance and pushed slightly as he thrust in. My finger slid easily into her beside him on her own lubrication, opening her up even wider and giving me the unique sensation of fingering a woman while she was actually being fucked. Owen responded with a grunt and kept thrusting past my finger, even as I wriggled it around inside her passage. Carol cried out, a loud cry of intense pleasure, so loud that for the moment I thought she had begun to orgasm until I heard her speak.

"Oh, Kyle, that feels great. Don't stop. Can you get another one in?" 

I noticed that Owen wasn't consulted, but then he wasn't complaining and I took his silence as tacit consent. With a little wriggling I managed to get my second finger alongside my first, Carol's pussy wall holding them tight against Owen's cock as it slid past. Now I timed my movements to oppose his, pushing in as he withdrew and pulling back as he drove forward, our alternating movements taking Carol to another level and making her start to gyrate her hips once more as her orgasm began to build.

"My God, that's wonderful. I love to be stretched."

My other fingers were now trailing below her pussy, and I deliberately allowed my third finger to rest against her anus, informing her of my presence there but making no overt move to play. But I didn't really have to; her pelvic movements were causing it to circle her little hole, sliding across the slippery rim of her sphincter. I think she knew very well what I was intending and she made no attempt to avoid it when it came. Using her own movements and her own wetness I pushed forward, now wriggling this finger along with the two in her pussy, and slid it home into her arse. She jerked and gasped with shock, but said nothing.

The feeling of having fingers in each of her holes at the same time as she was being fucked was strange, almost bizarre, but at the same time extremely erotic, and I'm pretty sure it was very pleasurable as far as Carol was concerned too. But Owen was now getting close to cumming and his thrusts were getting not only more powerful and more rapid, but also more erratic and I was finding it difficult to match my timing with his. Eventually I gave up and allowed my fingers to be pulled from Carol's pussy as he pulled back for another deep and heavy thrust.

I still kept my other finger deep in her arse and I thrust it in and out of her there at my own speed, sometimes matching Owen and sometimes in opposition. He was now on the brink of cumming, and I could tell that Carol was only seconds behind him.

Owen made a deep guttural sound at the back of his throat as he came, ramming himself as far as he could go into his sister's pussy, trying to deposit his cum as deeply as possible inside her. I may be wrong, but I'm sure saw pulses race along the underside of his cock as each spurt of his spunk exploded into Carol, and I certainly felt it twitch and jerk through the membrane that separated her two passages.

The second thrust of Owen's climax seemed to trigger Carol's own and she bucked and writhed beneath him, nearly dislodging my probing finger, and crying out loudly with a mixture of animal sounds and unintelligible obscenities. She is one of the most vocal women I've ever known of, but at the time we were alone in the house and it only added to the sexiness of the situation.

Owen's climax rapidly subsided. As soon as he stopped shooting into her he almost stopped moving and just lay above her, making little automatic thrusts with his rapidly softening cock. But Carol's wasn't quite finished and she was pushing up beneath him, trying to encourage him to continue and to satisfy her fully. But finally both of them stopped moving and I gently removed my finger.

"Oh, Owen, thank you, that was so good, can you do it again?"

Owen looked at me over his shoulder and grinned at her optimism, "Not yet Sis, give me a little while. But Kyle can look, he's still as hard as a rock."

I think that even though I had been fingering her rectum, Carol had forgotten about my presence, for she looked up with a jerk, and started to push Owen off with almost indecent haste.

"Come on Kyle, can you fuck a cum filled cunt? Do you mind?" She asked, wriggling free of her brother to present me with her sopping wet pussy. The word 'brazen' flicked across my mind at her actions, but in a nice way.

"It's nice to know when you're wanted, isn't it." 

Owen's comment was made lightheartedly, but he was clearly slightly irritated by Carol's behavior and rolled right off of the bed to go and sit on a chair. Very clearly, her earlier inhibitions were long gone and she was now just selfishly intent on her own fulfillment. But then, why should I worry? I was being invited to fuck my very attractive cousin.

As I clambered between Carol's open legs I could see Owen's cum trickling from her in a little creamy stream. My cock went into her with an audible squelch, and she was so wet and slippery that I could feel very little friction between my shaft and her passage, but even so it felt tremendously erotic to be fucking my cousin straight after her brother, and I didn't mind in the slightest. It was my very first 'sloppy seconds'.




While Staying with Aunt Sarah Ch. 03



She had pulled her legs way back so that she could wrap them around my waist as I fucked her, and with her arms encircling my shoulders and her hands gripping my back. I was held very close to her. Even so, as I rested on my elbows I was able to stroke the side of her face lightly with my fingers as I pushed into her, combining the hard thrusts with gentle caresses and bringing her back to the boil very quickly. She lay there with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, carried away by the sensations of a second man fucking her creamy wet passage. She was grunting and moaning softly with every push, and even when I fixed my mouth over hers in a very passionate kiss she still made sounds in her throat. She did kiss me back, however, and our tongues played, flickering into one mouth and then the other, exploring, licking and probing, giving us both exquisite sensations.

Carol's orgasm began to build again very quickly, she was hovering on the verge of cumming soon after I entered her, and I was worried that she would cum before I did and want to stop. I needn't have worried. She did cum first, though not by much, but instead of wanting to stop she urged me on, clamping her legs around me and pulling me in, yelling in my ear for me to fuck her harder, and gouging skin from my back with her nails. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, it rolled on and on as I got nearer and nearer to my own, until finally I came like the proverbial express train and my balls emptied themselves into her pussy, filling it with a second flood of spunk. As I came she cried out just as she had with Owen, mixing obscenities with groans and cries, all interspersed with screams of 'yes, yes,' as her climax finally reached its crescendo.

This time she was content, at least for the moment. As our climaxes subsided she unwrapped her legs and let her arms drop to the bed in exhaustion, her face red and sweaty and her limbs trembling with spent emotion. I just collapsed on top of her, becoming aware for the first time of the tenderness in my back where her nails had raked me.

We lay, panting and sweating, for several minutes before I rolled to one side and looked at Carol flat on her back on the bed.

"Now that." I commented happily. "Is what I call a shag."

Owen looked down at me from his perch on a chair arm. "You're not bloody kidding, I thought you were going to pound her through the mattress! I'm just glad we finished before anyone else got back to hear us."

"I don't want it to be finished." 

Both of our heads swiveled round to look at Carol in disbelief.

"I think I got a bit carried away. I really wanted us to be like the first night, when you both played with me at the same time, except that this time I wanted one of you to fuck me while the other one played with me, and then swap over. I know we started off like that, but then it kinda tailed off."

"You didn't give us much chance to do it." I stated bluntly. 

"I thought that when you said you wanted us both at once you meant you wanted us both to actually fuck you at the same time." Owen put in, confusing the issue a bit.

"What, you mean if I sucked one of you while the other one fucked me?" Carol asked.

"No." Owen went on. "I mean to have both of us up you at once, I know it can be done, I've seen it in a porno film."

"Really?" Asked Carol, sounding interested. "How?"

"Well, one man lies down and the woman sits on him, and then she crouches forward over him and the other man comes in from behind."

"Ooooh! I wouldn't mind trying that! Can we do that next time?" Carol's eyes shone with excitement, but then they clouded over as if a problem had occurred to her.

"But if I couldn't take more than three fingers." She said, referring to our play session of a couple of nights ago. "I don't think my pussy will stretch enough for two cocks."

"You've just had a cock and two fingers, so I should think you can, and you reckon you like being stretched." I butted in.

"Maybe. It would be nice to find out though wouldn't it? But what happens if I can't?"

"Then." I suggested "Why not take one in your pussy and one in your arse?"

"Oh, no, I don't want that."

"Don't look like that." I said, seeing that she had wrinkled her nose up at the thought. "It's not disgusting or anything.

"It's not that, I loved your finger in there, but Pippa told me that she's tried it, and it hurt like hell for days afterwards." 

I hadn't got a clue who Pippa was, and neither had Owen, judging from his expression, but I did know that she was wrong, even though I could hardly say so.

"Then she did it wrong." Owen, apparently, could say so. I thought he was pushing his luck on discretion.

"Say that when you've tried it."

"I have." He said it flatly, as if it was a normally expected thing.

I winced inwardly, and Carol looked at him for an explanation.

"Go on." She said, obviously intrigued.

"Kyle and I did it to each other last night, and I'm not sore today, are you Kyle."

Thanks friend, I thought, sighing inwardly. "No." I said, resigned to telling all. "I'm fine."

"Wait a minute." Carol looked rightly astonished. "Are you telling me that what I was listening to wasn't you two wanking off, but fucking each other?"

"Yes." Owen was not a bit fazed by his admission, but I was wriggling with embarrassment.

"Was that a one off, or do you do it regularly?"

"It was the first time, but we'll do it again."

"When you do, can I be there?" 

She had the eagerness of a child on her face, and it was rather unsettling. I felt myself getting redder by the minute. 

"Can we get back to today, please?"

Carol wrenched herself back to the present. "Okay, so how do you do it without it hurting?" She was getting interested.

"Plenty of lubrication, take it slow, and use fingers first to open it up a bit." I was happy to talk about the how, but not the when.

"So I'd get your finger again then?" Carol smiled playfully. 

I nodded and she made up her mind. 

"Let's try it. We won't need a lubricant, I'm full of it! And Owen looks ready to go."

Carol pointed to her brother, who sported a full hard on.

"That's hardly surprising given this conversation, is it?" He asked rhetorically.

"Shut up and lie down." 

Carol moved out of the way for him to stretch out on the bed. The frightened little girl of an hour or so ago had given way to a sexually aggressive woman, and she intended getting her way.

As soon as he was settled she swung her leg over and straddled him, settling back and reaching for his cock to guide it home. Even from where I was, I could see our combined fluids leaking from her hole as she took him inside her. She was right about that, lubrication was not going to be a problem.

As soon as Owen was embedded inside her she leaned right forward, kneeling over him with her breasts pressed flat against his chest as she waited impatiently for me to begin.

"My bottom is all yours Kyle, do your worst!"

I was finding it a little difficult coping with the twins' uninhibited attitudes, especially Carol's. I don't think I'd ever be able to present my backside to anyone in this situation and invite them to 'do their worst'. But I was learning that very little bothered either of them, and so I moved in to begin.

I ran two fingers back and forth over her slit, below and around Owen's shaft, getting both fingers liberally covered with juices before placing them gently but deliberately at the entrance to her anus.

"Yes, Kyle, go on!" Her voice was now filled with excited anticipation. 

I pushed just a little, wriggling my longest finger back and forth a bit at the same time. Her sphincter opened slightly and the tip entered her.

"Yes, that's it."

I pushed and wriggled a little more, and soon my second finger was lying next to my first just inside her back passage.

"God, that's good, but it stings just a little bit."

"Relax then Caz, let it happen and you'll like it." Owen advised her.

"I do like it."

I pushed the two fingers further into her, so that the shorter of the two was now embedded in her backside to the second knuckle, then I began to thrust gently in and out. She responded with her little pleasure noises again, and I knew everything was ok. 

Now I went I bit deeper, pushing my fingers in as far as they would go, and thrust a little more quickly and forcefully. Owen was now moving beneath her and I could feel his cock alongside my fingers through the separating walls.

"My God, you'll make me cum soon between you." 

Carol was genuinely enjoying it now, and she was soon going to be ready for my cock to enter her, but to be sure I tried to open my fingers like scissors as I pushed them in and out. Carol groaned at this, but it was groan of pure ecstasy as I opened her up, not pain.

"Put your cock in, Kyle, stretch me some more." She seemed to be developing a thing for being stretched.

I removed my fingers and shuffled up close behind her on my knees, my legs straddling both hers and Owen's, the wide straddle placing me at roughly the right height for my cock to meet her arse. 

She felt the tip of my cock touch her crack. 

"That's it, just a bit lower."

I could actually see better than she could feel, and I quickly corrected my aim to place my tip right up against her arse entrance. She let out a low 'mmm' of expectation at my touch and kept very still as she waited for me to penetrate. Her bottom was wet, shiny, and slippery from the juices that had collected there from her pussy, but I didn't want to risk hurting her and spoiling the chance, so I carefully collected some with my fingers and spread it liberally around the head of my cock. Then, gently but firmly, I applied pressure by leaning against her until I felt her sphincter open and my cock enter her rectum.

"Oh yes, that's it. Two cocks at once!" 

She sounded on the verge of squealing with delight, so I took heart and pushed right on in.

"Yes, yes, that's it. That is fucking gorgeous." 

I pulled back and pushed in again, this time forcing myself into her arse as far as I could get.

"Oh, yes. Now fuck me, both of you."

The position was not the easiest one I've ever been in, but I soon managed to set up a good steady rhythm, driving deeply and smoothly into her rectum with each thrust. This must have contrasted beautifully with Owen's short stabbing thrusts into her pussy from underneath, because she was whimpering and gasping with the intensity of the sensations almost from the first thrust. I could feel the head of his cock hitting against my shaft from the other side of her passage wall, so I could guess how strongly she must be feeling it.

She kept herself perfectly still, allowing Owen and I to make all the movements, even though I could sense that she wanted to push back against us as we drove into her. Soon her noises were running together to make a long continuous wail of pure pleasure, and she was climbing the hill to orgasm once more. Sensing her nearness both Owen and I speeded up, until we were both slamming ourselves at her from our different positions, and she was gripping white-knuckled onto the bed as she got nearer and nearer to cumming.

I was lucky, I was fucking her beautiful velvety arse, and the feeling of her rectal passage on my cock was taking me to a climax myself. But, Owen was inside a very wide and sloppy wet pussy, with almost zero friction against his cock and he was taking longer to get there, so that he was gasping and panting from the effort of fucking her,

The result was that I came at just the same instant as Carol, my load exploding into her arse at just the moment when she went into overload and started pushing herself back against us as her orgasm raced through her. Once again she was yelling out obscenely as she came, instructing us graphically how hard or how fast she needed us to fuck her, telling us not to stop, to do it deeper, or harder, or faster, and at all costs to keep fucking her.

Carol's orgasm lasted much longer than mine. Even though it seemed I would never stop spurting cum into her arse when my pleasure began to subside hers was still in full flow, and she was still jerking and bucking, impaled by our two cocks. It was, I think, those movements that she made as she climaxed that had the effect of making Owen cum. For just as I finished, her made the same guttural roar as he did before and flooded more spunk into her already sodden pussy. 

When this was over we all three laid in an untidy heap on Carol's bed, our chests heaving as we fought for breath, our muscles quivering from physical and emotional exhaustion, and our bodies all covered with that lovely sheen of sex-made sweat. For what seemed like along time we lay together silently, luxuriating in our enjoyment, until eventually Owen broke the silence with one of those inane comments that come at overheated moments.

"I suppose that is what you call a family get together?"



While Staying with Aunt Sarah



For several minutes that was how we stayed, nobody speaking, nobody moving, as we mulled over what had just happened. Then Owen roused himself and looked at me.

"Your turn Caz. Lie on your back." He rolled from the bed and I took his place without even thinking about it.

He looked to where Kyle sat on the edge of his bed, still speechless at the events of the day.

"Come on, cousin, time to repay our debts and give the lady a bit of fun."

I didn't know what they intended to do, especially Owen, and I'll admit to feeling some alarm and confusion. I was as turned on as I've ever been and badly needed some release, a cock inside me would have been wonderful and I wasn't sure that I'd have the resolve to say no if either of them had it in mind to fuck me. But they were family and it wasn't allowed. My mind reeled at the possibilities. 

In the end I didn't need to worry. Owen settled himself on his knees to one side of the bed and Kyle knelt by the other, with me between them. I know it hadn't been planned, but it couldn't have been better choreographed if it had. Leaning on one arm, they leaned over together and began sucking my nipples while reaching down to my pussy with their other hand. The feeling was fantastic and, after a momentary tangle, Kyle rested his hand over my pubes and started to play with my clit while Owen reached around behind my raised leg and slid a finger straight into my soaking pussy.

It must be said that my cousin appeared to know what he was doing better than my brother; at least he knew what and where my clit was and what to do with it, while Owen was simply pushing his finger in and out of my passage. Kyle also seemed to be a lot more experienced at sucking tits, using his tongue on my nipple and nibbling it with lip padded teeth instead of just sucking, but I didn't care. I'd never had two people touching me at the same time before and I was on the proverbial cloud nine.

Kyle was using two fingers on my clit, at first just placing them one either side of my little bud to massage it, sometimes very gently and sometimes pressing on it quite strongly. It felt gorgeous and I hoped he would keep doing that until I came, and that wouldn't be too long either. But then he started to run them sideways back and forth over the tip, flicking it rapidly from side to side. I felt myself react, pushing up with my hips and groaning loudly, trying at the same time to take Owen's finger deeper into me. I tried to keep quiet in case anyone else was in the house, but with two hands at my pussy there was no way, my noises got louder and louder and I couldn't stop them. I'm not silent during sex, I can't do anything about it, it's just the way I am.

"Owen, put another finger in me for Christ's sake." 

I could feel that my pussy was gaping open and very slick from my juices, and nice though Owen's finger felt sliding in and out, it just wasn't enough. I was really in need of a nice thick cock, but as that wasn't possible I needed the second finger that I felt wriggling into me alongside the first.

That was better, much better, the extra thickness made a world of difference. Now I could actually feel the walls of my slippery passage rubbing against my brother's fingers as he thrust them in and out of me. Not only that, but Owen could now wriggle them, one against the other, as he finger fucked me, giving me the most fabulous sensations.

"Oh, my God! That's nice. Now put another one in." 

I was getting greedy I know, but I wanted as much as I could get in lieu of a fuck. I needed filling till I stretched. Kyle's fingers were flying across my clit and I could feel the heat of an impending orgasm building in my pelvis. Owen was trying to do as I asked and not finding it easy, but I could feel that third digit entering me, and it did feel good.

"That's it, push it in as far as you can. In fact, push all your fingers in, and your whole hand if you can!"

Owen's head lifted from my nipple as he looked at me in surprise, so I nodded vigorously in confirmation of what I had asked. I'd heard of girls having an entire hand pushed into them, though I didn't know anyone who'd done it, or at least, if I did I hadn't been told about it.

He was doing his best to comply. I felt him pull out until he could insert all four fingertips and then push. My pussy stretched to take them, opening wide, wider than ever before, I think, as it felt like they went in right up to the knuckles, his thumb pressing hard against my slit. Then he drew back and the end of his thumb dragged across my opening as he tucked it into his palm and out of the way. He pushed again, twisting his hand at the same time, forcing it into me, stretching my pussy entrance in an effort to get it all inside me. It hurt a bit, but I didn't care, I just wanted his fist inside me. He was in knuckle deep, with just that widest part of his hand to go, and I knew that if he could wriggle that past my pussy's opening, then he would slide right in. He pushed hard at me and I pushed back, desperately wanting him inside me as my orgasm threatened to engulf me.

In the end my orgasm won, sweeping over and through me like an express train, sending waves of white hot pleasure radiating out from the initial explosion of ecstasy in my pussy. As the pleasure rolled through me I cried out, I couldn't help it, calling out Owen and Kyle's names, shouting for them not to stop, swearing at them, telling them obscenely what I felt and what I wanted. At the same time I bucked and thrust under them, trying vainly one last time to get Owen's hand into me, trying to get the last ounce of pleasure from Kyle's flying fingers.

When it was over the two boys let their hands fall away from me and knelt beside me silently, looks of intense confusion chasing looks of intense pleasure across their faces. As for me, I lay exhausted and trembling, shiny with sweat and wiped out by the force of the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. My mind was filled with mixed emotions. Bewilderment that I'd allowed this thing to happen, but no regrets. Disappointment that I'd not managed to take Owen's hand right inside me, but pride at having at least attempted it. A lot of embarrassment at my behaviour, especially at how I'd encouraged Owen to fist me, but feeling no shame at having the need for it. 

"Fucking hell, Sis, I thought I was going to lose my arm." 

Owen's remark came with an embarrassed giggle as if he wasn't quite sure how to feel. I smiled wanly in reply, intending to agree with him, if only to lighten the load of embarrassment that the two boys clearly felt.

But before I could open my mouth we all heard the front door burst open and Ruth and Chloe come noisily into the hall. A look of horror flitted across all of our faces. Ruth was not the best at observing privacy and could quite easily come in without knocking. 

I jumped from the bed as if it were suddenly red hot and grabbed my bath towel, wrapping it around me, hoping that my dishevelled appearance would be put down to having showered. Owen and Kyle looked around in panic for their clothes, scooping them up and scrambling into jeans without worrying about underwear. Then excited footsteps raced up the stairs and Ruth's door slammed shut behind them. The three of us looked at each other in blessed relief.

All of us, I'm sure, were acutely conscious of the luck that had made the girls come home after I'd been shouting the house down in the middle of my orgasm. Ten minutes earlier and we would surely have been caught. Next time we were going to have to be much more careful.

Next time? My God, what was I thinking? There couldn't be a 'next time', but I knew there would be.