8 comments/ 133142 views/ 20 favorites The Levine Women Ch. 01 By: JoeDreamer The door to the hotel room shut silently. I remained in the hall staring at it for quite a while trying to forget what I just saw. It was so wrong! Sam and Sylvia were brother and sister for God's sake! If that wasn't shocking enough, Sylvia was also supposed to be getting married in the morning. I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see with my own eyes. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. They didn't notice me the few seconds I was in the room so I decided that the smartest thing to do was forget the whole incident. If Sam wanted to fuck his own sister, then it was none of my business. Of course, making this type of a decision and believing it were two entirely different things. I grappled with it a few moments longer before deliberately turned away from the door and making my way down the hall. I wasn't sure where to go, what to do or even what to think. The worst part was that I realized that I was turned on. I guess that's normal when you see a woman who looks as good as Sylvia naked and having sex, but you have to understand that up until that moment I never even thought to look at her that way. Oh, I'm not beyond having fantasies about my best friend's sister. In fact, I've had quite a few about Sam's other three sisters. They are all attractive in different ways. I especially liked Ruth. Yet, Sylvia was different. Simply put, she's a bitch. Sylvia is the type of person who seems happiest when she's being cruel and heartless. She has an opinion on everything and likes to share it. She's always right and wants you to know it even if it's the most inane issue. Sam and I started referring to her at "The Shrew" after sophomore year in high school. It was the year we studied Shakespeare. "Have you seen Sylvia?" The words interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and saw Sam's mother. She looked annoyed. For one perverse moment I thought about sending her to Sam's room, but I quickly squelched the thought. Mrs. Levine was a nice lady who was already at her wits end dealing with this wedding. Besides, Sam was my best friend. "No, sorry," I replied. "That girl!" she huffed, and then sighed and let out a deep breath. "At least she'll be someone else's problem after tomorrow." She caught my look of surprise and rolled her eyes. "Oh, she's my daughter and I love her dearly. She's just such a handful." I almost nodded in agreement, but then realized I was talking to Sylvia's mother. I remained motionless. Mrs. Levine looked at me and laughed. "You were always such a smart boy John," she said. "Never speak ill of a child to their mother. It's definitely a lose-lose situation." "I would never Mrs. Levine," I said with a smile. She laughed again. "Well," she began as she turned to leave. "If you see 'The Shrew', tell her I'm looking for her." "What?" I stuttered. She turned backed, winked and added, "You think I don't know Sam and your pet name for Sylvia? Sadly, it's more appropriate than I would like." Mrs. Levine disappeared before I could think of anything to say. Thank God! I was calmer now. Sylvia's lithe body still danced in the back of my mind, but I was at least thinking again. I needed somewhere to go. I was staying in Sam's room tonight and it was currently occupied. Sam convinced his well-off parents to let him bring me to Sylvia's wedding since his girlfriend Sally couldn't make it. He even conned them into letting me stay overnight the day before. I was happily surprised when he told me the news. It got even better when Sylvia insisted that they all stay at the hotel where they were having the reception the night before the wedding. It made sense since she decided on a morning wedding and the temple she was getting married in was only fifteen minutes away. Sam was part of the wedding party. So were his three other sisters, Tami, Michelle and Ruth. Sam was the 'baby' of the family at twenty and Sylvia the oldest at twenty-nine. She was only a week away from turning thirty. I know from Sam that she insisted on the wedding date being before that. She felt that you were an 'old maid' if you weren't married by the time you hit your thirties. It was probably why she finally decided to settle down in the first place. I sighed and decided to see if I could find Beth. She was Sam's cousin and we hit it off pretty well at dinner. She wasn't in the wedding party, but she and her mother lived far away and decided to stay at the hotel so they wouldn't have to leave before dawn to make the wedding. Beth agreed to meet me by the pool after dinner. Sam laughed and winked when I told him. I asked him to join us, but he decided not to come. That surprised me at the time because I knew there would be some cute girls at the pool and Sam seldom passed up a chance to ogle girls in bathing suits. Of course, now it made sense. He had other plans with Sylvia. I did go to the pool earlier, but Beth never showed up. I took a quick dip anyway and then went to find Sam. That's when I stumbled upon his incestuous tryst with his sister Sylvia. Sam obviously expected me to be gone for some time. I found myself at the pool once again as these thoughts passed through my mind. There was still no Beth, but I decided to stay and swim for a while. If nothing else it would help cool me off. Sylvia was a bitch, but she had a great body and I was having problems not picturing it in my head. I just decided that it was probably safe to return to Sam's room when I saw Sylvia swimming toward me. She had obviously finished with Sam and was taking a dip to clean off. I quickly got out of the pool. I had no desire to talk with Sylvia. She didn't like me and I wasn't particularly thrilled with her. Our conversations were never nice. I reached for my towel and saw that she was still swimming toward me. She had something she wanted to say and I was sure it wasn't going to be good. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I decided to at least try and be civil. After all, she was getting married in the morning. "Hello John," Sylvia said with a smirk as I dried myself. "Hi, Sylvia. Big day tomorrow," I replied. She ignored my words and continued to smirk. "Did cousin Beth stand you up?" she asked knowingly. I grimaced because I knew from her tone that she had something to do with it. Sylvia was such a bitch! She could be a poster child for Jewish American Princesses everywhere. She fit every nasty stereotype of a JAP. Thankfully, she was the only one in her immediate family. The rest of Sam's sisters were much nicer. I especially liked Ruth who was only a year older than Sam. Her birthday was only a couple of days after mine. Sam and I met the summer before I entered seventh grade and he entered sixth. We both played on the same baseball team. He was new to the team and the coach had me work with him after practice. We were inseparable ever since. "What? Did you tell her mother I was a rapist?" I asked with a smile, hiding my anger. It would never do to let Sylvia know she'd scored some points. "Not quite," She replied. "Although, I did tell her about how well you and Beth seemed to be getting along. I may also have mentioned your plans to meet by the pool. Aunt Helen wasn't happy because there is a nice young Jewish doctor she wants Beth to meet at the wedding tomorrow." I once again had to fight down the urge to share what I saw earlier. I knew Sylvia would freak and I would definitely win this little confrontation, but I decided it wasn't worth it. It might affect my relationship with Sam and I wasn't willing to chance that. "Sylvia, you really are a bitch," I sighed. Sylvia laughed as made my way toward the entrance to the pool area. I glanced back one last time and she was still smirking at me. Her bathing suit covered her attributes adequately, but I'd already seen what was underneath. My cock stirred despite Sylvia's cruel smile. Sylvia was blond, but I knew it wasn't natural. She was reasonably tall, thin and had well-shaped average sized breasts. At that moment, bitch, shrew or the devil herself, I wanted her. "What are you looking at?" she snapped, catching me staring. I was tempted to tell her, but I shook my head instead. "I forgot to tell you that your mother is looking for you," I said as I forced myself to turn around and leave. I made it back to my room and climbed into bed, but it took me a while to fall asleep. Sam was blissfully unconscious and that made me feel particularly annoyed. The sick fuck was screwing his sister "The Shrew"! The fact that I was now fantasizing about the bitch only made it worse. * * * The wedding went off without a hitch. Sam's parents must have spent a bundle, but I figured I would have spent twice the amount to get Sylvia off my hands. The reception was in full swing. I was a little annoyed because every time I got near Beth, her mother got in the way. She even forced Beth to dance with a guy a couple of times. He must have been the doctor Sylvia mentioned the night before. He seemed nice enough, but Beth wanted no part of him. It probably had more to do with her mother's pushing then any real dislike. I noticed Sam making moves on one of the bridesmaids. I wasn't surprised to see him leave with her a little while later. I shook my head and thought, 'poor Sally'. Sam was a great friend, but he was a horrible boyfriend. I gave his relationship to Sally another month. She was sweet and cute, and also too smart to put up with Sam much longer. I noticed the groom drinking rather heavily with his best man. I really didn't know Sylvia's new husband, but Sam didn't like him and that was enough for me. Sam said he had a Napoleon complex. You know, a short guy with a chip on his shoulder. We only met at dinner the night before. He seemed to be cut from the same mold as Sylvia herself. He was a stockbroker and did well for himself. At least that's what he told me last night. I'm sure that at least part of the reason Sylvia decided to marry him. The party was only half over when I saw him wonder through the door and out of the reception. He looked plastered. I shrugged to myself. I would be plastered too if I thought I had to spend the rest of my life with Sylvia. Oh well, there was always divorce. Of course, Sylvia would rip him apart if he ever went down that path. The woman was a barracuda! It wasn't long after seeing the groom that I found myself dancing with some girl who wasn't particularly attractive, but moved well. I noticed Sylvia enter the room looking really annoyed. She spotted me and came over. Sylvia grabbed me by the arm and led me out of the room to a small bar in the hotel lounge without a word. Her new husband was passed out at one of the tables. "It's not even three in the afternoon and he's already passed out! Help me get him to our room. I don't want anyone to see him like this!" she snapped. I could have taken her asking me as a complement. After all, you would think that she would get someone she could trust to help her, but I knew Sylvia and that's not how her mind worked. She asked me because she didn't care enough about my opinion. "I'll do it if you help me get a dance with Beth," I said. "No way!" she snapped. "Then get someone else to help you," I replied as I turned away. I was a little buzzed and not really in the mood to deal with Sylvia's attitude. She grabbed my arm. "Okay. One dance!" she replied. I smiled and lifted her husband to my shoulder. Five minutes later I put him down on his bed. "I can't wait until this bastard wakes up! He embarrassed me in front of my friends and passed out on our wedding night!" she snapped. I almost mentioned that it was still early in the day and that he would probably be okay later, but I took another quick look at him and realized that I wasn't certain it was true. I watched Sylvia steam for a few moments. She was dressed in a beautiful wedding gown that probably cost thousands. Her chest, though covered, was still enjoyable to view. "And what are you looking at pervert!" she cried. I sighed. I was drunk enough to let myself get caught staring. On the other hand, I was also drunk enough not to care. "It's a shame. You're such a unlikable bitch, but you've got one hell of a body," I replied. "Get out!" she snapped, but I could tell she liked the complement about her body. "Okay," I replied, but then added, "Let's go. You get me my dance with Beth, and you don't have to see me anymore." "No way! I'm not helping a pervert get near my cousin," she said with a cruel grin. I grit my teeth and tried to calm myself. "Hey! A deal is a deal," I growled angrily. "Go to hell!" she said nastily. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but whatever the reason, I had enough of Sylvia's bitchiness and cruelties. Her decision to renege on our agreement was the last straw. All of the tension I was feeling faded as I smiled coldly. Sylvia took a nervous step backward. "Okay. Since you won't help set me up with Beth, you'll just have to do," I said calmly. A small part of me was as surprised at what I was saying as Sylvia was, but the rest of me didn't care. "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes darting from side to side nervously. "You know exactly what I mean. Now, come here!" I demanded. "No way! You're crazy! I hate you!" she replied. I just smiled wider. "It's you're wedding day and your groom is passed out. I'll have to stand in for him." She looked into my eyes carefully. I stared back. "You're serious!" she finally cried. "Yes," I said, again keeping my tone calm. Sylvia cursed at me and tried to shove me out of the door. I grabbed her arms and held them at her sides. "If you rape me I'll have you killed! Sam would do it himself!" she snapped, obviously afraid and confused now. Yet, she also seemed very excited. "Sylvia, I have no intention of raping you," I replied coolly, confusing her further. "However, if you don't satisfy me, I'm going back to the reception and let all your friends know that you fucked your own brother last night." "How could you say such a thing? That's sick! Did Sam tell you that?" she asked nervously. I shook my head. "No, I went back to the room last night and saw you and Sam going at it when Beth didn't show," I replied. A thought struck me as I finished. I broke into a grin and added, "Now that I think about it, it's really your own fault. I would never have known about you and Sam if you had minded your own business. I would have happily been swimming with Beth." "No one will believe you!" she cried, ignoring my comment. I shrugged and smiled. "I think they will. Do you want to take that chance?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I would actually follow through with the threat, but Sylvia didn't know that. "I hate you!" she nearly screamed. "You're not my favorite person either," I sighed. "But, I'm tired of you being such a bitch and it's time you learned your lesson." "Okay, I'll help set you up with Beth," she said desperately. I laughed. "Yes, you will. After we're done here." "Don't touch me!" she snapped. I shrugged and turned toward the door. Once again Sylvia grabbed my arm. Our eyes met. Whatever she said, she was obviously turned on. "Make up your mind Sylvia. I don't have time for your games," I growled. She reared back and raised her hand to slap me across the face. I grabbed her arm before she could deliver the blow and roughly pulled her toward me. "What do you want?" she cried nervously, her face only inches from mine. She tried to pull away, but I held her still. "Why, you of course," I smiled. She looked into my eyes again and I let her see my desire for her for the first time. "You're a bitch and a shrew, but after what I saw last night, I have to have you!" I fully expected her to try and pull away again, but instead she leaned into me. Sylvia's lips reached for mine hungrily and we kissed lustfully. Our tongues fought against each other as our lips mashed. I slowly dropped one hand to her ass. The wedding dress was thick and layered, but she felt my caress and moaned. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying myself. My dick was already hard and desperately needing attention. I let my other hand fall to Sylvia ass and pulled her to me. She moaned again as she felt my dick against her stomach. I massaged Sylvia's ass with both hands. It wasn't long before she was grinding into me. "Touch me," I demanded. Sylvia opened her mouth to reply, but I cut her off by kissing her hard. I was sure I bruised her lips, but she just moaned and reached between us. She started rubbing my cock through my pants. "It's big!" she said causing me to smile slightly. I knew from my quick look yesterday that I was bigger than Sam. I guessed that I was also bigger than Sylvia's new husband based on her reaction. Sylvia opened my pants with shaking hands. She quickly slipped one hand into my underwear and caressed my cock. She tilted her face up to mine and parted her lips slightly. I once again crushed her lips in a kiss. Sylvia tongue darted into my mouth as she slowly worked my cock. "Suck it!" I demanded. Sylvia looked up into my eyes. She was biting her bottom lip in indecision. She was obviously fighting herself. "Do it or I tell your mother about you and Sam!" "Bastard!" she cried, but she looked relieved. Sylvia had the excuse she needed. She quickly fell to her knees and took the head of my dick into her mouth. She started sucking it furiously. I could smell her excitement in the air. Sylvia was still in her wedding gown and her veil was pinned back. The sight of her kneeling there dressed like that really turned me on. I grabbed hold of her head and started fucking her mouth. I wasn't normally like this, but Sylvia seemed to be enjoying herself and the truth was, so was I. She cupped my balls and played with them as she did her best to take me down her throat. She coughed once, but was finally able to take my entire length in. I groaned and spewed my cum deep into her belly. Sylvia stood when I was done and wiped her mouth. "Get out," she snapped. "We're not even close to being done," I said as I grabbed her arm. "Let me go! I've given you your pleasure!" she cried. I smiled. "Yes, but I haven't given you yours," I replied. I pulled her toward a small table off to one side. "Like anything about you could affect me that much! What are you..." she began to protest, but I ignored her words as I threw her on the table face first and pulled her dress up. It took a while because her dress was long and she was thrashing about, but eventually only her underwear lay between my goal and me. I ripped them away and drove my tongue into her pussy. Sylvia groaned and stopped fighting me. "Stop that!" she gasped. I just kept working at what I was doing. "You're a sick bastard!" "Yes, I am," I said, taking a brief moment away from my task. "But I can't help it. You taste delicious!" "I'm not even enjoying it!" she insisted. "Then this won't bother you," I smiled. I started concentrating on her clit. She tried to remain still, but it was impossible. She was so ready to orgasm that her futile attempt to make me believe she wasn't enjoying herself was almost funny. "No! Stop! Please!" she cried, but my tongue did it's magic and she came. Her body shuddered in what I expected was the best orgasm of her life. I stood after she was done, but Sylvia remained prone across the table. Her veil was askew and her face sweaty. My dick hardened once again as I looked at her moist opening. She must have trimmed her hair down there, but interestingly, she left it its natural brown color. "Are you ready, Sylvia?" I asked. She blinked and looked at me. "For what?" she asked. I moved forward and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit from behind. The Levine Women Ch. 01 "You can't!" she cried. "It's my wedding day!" "If you want me to stop, I will," I replied, surprising her. I was poised over her. My cock head was still the only part of me touching her. "You will?" she asked in disbelief. "Yes, I will," I replied. "I'll stop if you really want your husband to be your first on your wedding night." "He's passed out!" she snapped. "He might wake up later," I laughed, not really believing it. "I hate you!" she cried as she looked back at me again. "I know," I said with a shrug. "But do you want me to stay or leave?" She didn't respond at first so I started to pull away. "No!" she cried. "Ah! That's what I expected," I said, thrusting deeply into her. Sylvia cried out. "You are such a slut!" "Fuck me!" she begged. Her eyes glazed over as she started repeating, "Fuck me! Please fuck me!" over and over again. I pulled out and thrust in once again. "Oh yes! I've never felt something so big in my life! Fuck me!" she demanded. I briefly shook my head at the change in her demeanor and then did what she wanted. It wasn't long before she started cumming. She didn't stop for nearly five minutes. She finally stopped thrashing about so I slowed my pace. She looked ready to pass out. I grinned and slipped a finger into her ass. As I expected, this caused her to wake up. "Not there! You bastard! Please, no!" she cried. I grinned and slipped a second finger in. Interestingly, though she continued to cry out against what I was doing, she also started pushing back toward me, forcing my fingers deeper into her ass and my cock into her pussy once again. "Oh, just admit it! You want my cock up your ass!" I teased as I worked my fingers in and out. She groaned. "No!" Sylvia cried, but she was panting now. I smiled to myself and pulled my fingers out of her ass and my cock out of her pussy. "What are you doing?" she cried, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Nothing," I replied. "Not unless you tell me what you want." Sylvia bit her bottom lip in indecision. I let my cock rest on her ass. "You bastard," she groaned, much of the heat missing from her voice. "Do it!" "Do what?" I teased, rubbing the head of my dick up and down her crack. Sylvia growled as she reached back and directed the head of my cock to her asshole. "Oh, this!" I said, thrusting the head of my dick into her ass. "Yes!" she cried. I smiled and started working my cock back and forth. It took some doing, but eventually I was all the way in. "My God! It feels like you've shoved a pole up my ass!" she cried. I smiled and slammed forward. She cried out and met my next thrust. The table moved across the floor as I fucked her ass. I expected it to break any moment, but somehow it held together. One of her hands was busy underneath her. She was obviously playing with her clit. I leaned forward and gently bit her shoulder as I came deep in her ass. She cried out and had another orgasm. We both lay still for a while afterward. I finally stood without a word and went to one of the two bathrooms that the honeymoon suite had and took a shower. I heard the other shower turn on a moment later. Sylvia must have rushed because she finished first. I grabbed a towel when I was done and was surprised to find my clothes neatly folded on a chair. I was about to put them on when Sylvia called me from the bedroom. I walked in to find her husband no longer on the bed. Sylvia had rolled him onto the floor. She lay in the bed dressed in a white teddy. It included garter belts. My dick stirred despite everything that had already happened. "He's still out," she said with a nod toward her husband. It was obvious what she wanted. "Sylvia, you're a slut," I sighed. She shrugged. "For you, I will be. That was the best sex I've ever had. Even better than with Sam!" she said in amazement. She then leaned forward and pulled my towel away. My cock was already semi erect. She pulled me onto the bed and straddled my head. Her freshly cleaned pussy was only inches from my mouth. My tongue found its way to her opening. "Oh, yes!" she sighed and then leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. Whatever else I might say about Sylvia, I had to admit that she was an expert at oral sex. She had me hard again in moments. I let my tongue drift up and down her slit for quite a while before concentrating on her clit. She started groaned and came not long afterward. She rolled off and gave me a brief kiss before climbing back on top of me. This time she straddled my hips. I watched as her pussy swallowed my dick. I enjoyed her working my cock in and out until she was comfortable. She looked extremely hot in her white teddy and garter belts. I reached up and caused her breasts to come free of their confinement. She smiled, leaned forward and directed one of her nipples to my mouth. I licked and sucked it for a while before gently biting down on it. She gasped and used both hands to hold my face to her chest as she slowly rode my cock up and down. My nibbling got a little more intense, but she kept urging me. "Oh yes!" she cried. "Bite my nipples! Make me cum again!" Eventually, she let go on my head and sat up. She picked up the pace and started bouncing up and down. I watched her tits sway with each bounce. They weren't huge, but they weren't small either. I reached up and pinched her nipples. Sylvia cried out and came again. She fell forward and kissed me. "So," I said with a sigh. "What happened to the shrew I knew named Sylvia?" "Fuck you!" she snapped and tried to roll away. "There you are!" I laughed as I pulled her back to the bed. This time I rolled on top of her and thrust my cock into her. Sylvia gasped, but then joined me in laughter. "I still hate you," she said between laughs. "I can live with that," I replied and then started fucking her pussy one last time. She wrapped her legs around me and used her hands to pull my hips hard into her. I was happy to oblige and started fucking Sylvia with everything I had. I drove into her so hard that the bed moved with each thrust. It slapped against the wall, adding to the noise of our fucking. "I'm going to cum!" I cried, not sure if she was protected or not. "In or on?" "In!" she cried. "Fill me with your cum!" We came together and both of our cries echoed. I came close to blacking out, but held on. Sylvia didn't bother. She was either passed out or asleep in moments. I got out of the bed and took another shower. I then got dressed and lifted Sylvia's groom onto the bed once more. I looked at him and sighed. "Good luck taming this shrew," I said with a smile. The Levine Women Ch. 02 "Hold your horses Sam! I'll be right there!" I grumbled as I stumbled out of bed. The clock on the bed stand said it was one thirty in the morning. I was still half asleep as I reached for the hotel room's door and asked angrily, "How could you lose your key?" "I have my key right here," Beth grinned, patting her purse. "Unfortunately it doesn't work on your door." "Beth!" I snapped in surprise as I blinked hard twice trying to force the sleep from my eyes. She was wearing jeans and a nice shirt. She was also carrying a six-pack of beer. "Aren't you going to invite me in? My mother is probably looking for me," Beth giggled. She was obvious at least buzzed. She looked down the hall in both directions acting as if her mother would arrive any minute. I was forced to smile. She reminded me of the old Bugs Bunny cartoon where Elmer Fudd looks from side to side in an exaggerated manner, turns toward the camera and says, 'Shhh. Be very quiet. I'm hunting rabbit!' "Come on in," I laughed, moving away from the door. Beth entered and quickly shut the door. I shook my head and added, "You really look like you're afraid your mother will find you." "You don't know my mother!" Beth replied, no longer smiling. "She was over protective before dad died, but since then she's been a crazy woman!" "Where did you get the beer?" I asked, changing the subject. Beth's smile returned. "A bunch of us went out after the wedding. I'm surprised you didn't come. I looked for you, but you were nowhere to be found," she said with a raised eyebrow. "I'm surprised your mother let you go," I said, not answering her unspoken question. "The doctor went," Beth said in explanation. I nodded, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was thinking about my earlier experience with Sylvia. It was so wrong! She was my best friend Sam's sister and it was her wedding day. Okay, so her groom was passed out and she was being her typical bitchy self, but I still couldn't believe that I actually blackmailed her into sleeping with me. It was so unlike me! It must be because I was drunk. Okay, drunk and horny. "Did you even talk to the poor man?" I asked, returning my focus to the beautiful woman in front of me. Beth was short, with curly dark hair. Her chest was small, but her ass was perfect, at least in my opinion. Sam would say it's a little too big, but I like a large ass on a woman, as long it's shapely. "He was too busy talking up little Ruthy," Beth replied. I felt a twinge of jealousy. Ruth was Sam's youngest sister and my favorite. I always liked her and probably would have asked her out if she wasn't Sam's sister. "Was he getting anywhere?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Not with Ruthy," Beth snorted. "He kept bringing up his car and the house he recently bought." "Oh boy!" I said, rolling my eyes. "Ruth is the least materialistic person I know. He should have talked about how his job helped people. He is a doctor after all!" "I know! Ruthy is always a sap when it comes to helping others," Beth said. I nodded, but didn't really agree. Ruth just cared about people. That didn't make her a sap, at least not in my book. "So, what brings you here?" I asked, changing the subject. "A rebellious nature?" she offered with a grin. "I don't like my mother interfering with my love life. It's not like I'm a kid anymore. I'm twenty four!" She really sounded miffed. "You're an only child?" I guessed. "Yes," Beth sighed, calming down considerably. "I'm all mom has since Dad died." She sounded almost ready to cry. "You love her a lot," I smiled knowingly. "With all my heart," she replied, but then she frowned and added angrily, "But that doesn't mean I'll let her run my life!" She really was drunk. Her emotions were all over the place. "So, why don't you tell her that?" I asked. Beth looked off into the distance and nodded. "I guess it's time," she sighed. She smiled at me and changed the subject. "I didn't come here to talk about my mother." "Which bring me to my earlier question," I said. "Why are you here?" "I want to get drunk and relax with a man I find attractive," she smiled, handing me a beer. "Well, it looks like you've the former covered," I teased. Beth laughed. "Now, if I could only find an attractive man," she joked back. "Don't be nasty," I replied. "I would never," she said, placing her hand over her heart. I laughed as she added, "Besides, that Sylvia's job in the family and she does it so well." "That's not very nice," I said with a shake of my head, and then nodded, adding, "But true, so very true!" We talked about Sylvia and the wedding for a little while as we drank. She got us both another beer and changed topics. She started talking about her job. It sounded very stressful. It looked to me like poor Beth needed a break from reality. That was probably why she was here. "Let me give you a massage," I offered. It was pretty much out of the blue. "What?" Beth asked in surprise. "You sound like you could use a massage. I'm told that I'm pretty good at it," I replied. "Are you sure your not just trying to get me out of my clothes?" she grinned. "Of course I am," I replied. "But that doesn't mean you can't use a massage." Beth laughed and stripped down to her bra and panties. She certainly wasn't shy! I was still in the shorts I wore to bed. "Lay down on your stomach," I said, pointing to my bed. Beth moved to me, wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me. She broke away after a moment and I asked, "What was that for?" "Just think of it as payment for the massage," she giggled. "And what if I do a really good job? What kind of payment will I receive then?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile. "We'll see," Beth laughed. I started with her shoulders. They were tenser then I expected. She really did need to relax. It took my quite a while to loosen her muscles. I worked her neck, shoulder and back until she was sighing contently. I then moved down to her legs. They were thick, but not fat. They were also nicely shaped. "My God!" Beth moaned. "You should go into business. You'd make a bundle!" I smiled and kept on rubbing her calves with a long, deep motion. I worked my way up to her thighs. Beth looked half asleep, but she parted her thighs slightly to give me access. I smiled to myself when I saw a slight damn spot already forming on her panties. "Would you like me to continue with your glutes?" I asked. "Glutes?" Beth asked. "Gluteus Maximus," I replied. She looked back at me over her shoulder. Beth still looked confused so I added, "Your buttocks." She smiled sexily. "Why not," she said with almost no hesitation. "It's been a while since a man touched my ass." I raised an eyebrow and she winked, adding, "Okay, maybe not that long!" I laughed and move my hands to the top of her ass. I used the heels of my hands and moved with small, deep, circular motions. It didn't take long for that damp spot to grow. It wasn't the only thing. I could smell her excitement and my cock stiffened considerably. "Lower," Beth sighed. I moved my hands down to the cheeks of her ass. She moaned as I continued to massage her buttocks. It was thick and muscular. She would flex it every once in a while, causing my cock to jump. "Lower!" Beth demanded. I slipped my fingers into the crease between her legs. Her panties were soaked by then. I could feel the heat radiating off of her. "How's this?" I asked as I gently rubbed her clit through her underwear. "I think it's time we discuss your payment," she replied with a smile as she rolled over. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her tongue caressed my lips so I opened my mouth. Beth took the invitation and soon our tongues were dancing against each other. "I want to taste you!" I growled, breaking the kiss. Beth's eyes were filled with lust as she removed her bra and panties. She stood there sexily. "So, why don't you?" she asked. I picked her up and plopped her down on the bed. She giggled and playfully tried to get away. I pulled her back by her ankles. She started laughing, but didn't stop wiggling. Beth was on her stomach, but that didn't stop me. I drove my tongue between her legs and into her pussy. "Oh yes!" she groaned, no longer laughing or fighting me. Her legs moved apart, giving me better access. I took full advantage, causing her to cry, "You have a wicked tongue!" She came once and tried to move away, but I refused to let her. She seemed uncomfortable for a moment, but then she relaxed and started enjoying herself again. She was nearing her second orgasm when she said, "Fuck me! Fuck me now! I want to feel you inside of me!" I stood briefly and removed my shorts. It took a couple of tries because my cock was standing at full attention. Beth watched and raised her eyebrows when she finally saw me naked. "If I knew you were that big, I wouldn't have allowed my mother to stop me from meeting you by the pool earlier!" she grinned. I climbed back on the bed and pushed the head of my dick into her. She was still lying on her stomach as she cried, "Slowly! It really has been a long time since something as big as you entered me." I worked my cock in and out, slowly going deeper with each stroke. It took quite a while and Beth was moaning and crying out with each thrust. I held both her hips tightly and started slamming in and out after I was all the way in. "Yes!" Beth cried. "Faster! Faster! Make me cum!" I let go of one hip and slapped her ass cheek hard. She didn't even bother to look back when she added, "Harder!" I delivered two more smacks. She came on the second. Her body tensed underneath me before breaking out into small shudders. My balls were tingling, but I wasn't quite there yet. I figured that it had something to do with my earlier tryst with Sylvia. A man could only cum so many times in one twenty-four hour period. The sleep helped, but I was only human! "Take my ass," Beth said once she could speak again. "What?" I asked in surprise. She looked back and smiled. "You know you want to," she teased, shaking it slightly. I pulled out of her pussy and tried to push the head of my cock into her ass. Beth cried out. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy! "Get it ready first!" Beth snapped. I smiled and leaned forward. My tongue found her ass and she relaxed visibly. "That's better!" "Get on your hands and knees," I said when I thought she was ready. She did and I put my dick against her asshole. I pushed until the head popped in. Beth groaned. So did I, as I said, "You have one tight ass!" "Fuck it! Make me scream!" she begged. I thrust the rest of my cock into her ass as quickly as I could. It still took quite a while, but when I was done, I started picking up the pace. Beth started using one of her hand to play with her clit as I pounded her ass. "I'm going to cum again!" she cried. "Me too!" I exclaimed as we both came. I rode her until both our orgasms were done. "I needed that," she sighed. I smiled and nodded. We were laying next to each other now. Beth's head rested on my shoulder. I was nearly asleep when I felt her hand on my dick. "I owe you," she said with a shrug, just before moving down my body. She engulfed the head of my dick with her mouth. I sighed. I grabbed her hair and held it out of the way. She looked up and winked. It took a while for my cock to stir, but Beth was patient. She was licking my balls and slowly working my cock when it stiffened once again. "Finally!" she teased as she moved up and mounted my cock. She was facing me and used one hand to direct me into her. She moved up and down slowly until I was fully inside of her. I heard a noise, but ignored it. Beth looked hot as hell riding me. "Oh yeah!" a voice cried. I looked over toward the door to the room and saw Sam. We both ignored him at first. Beth was bouncing on my dick. I reached up and pinched her thick, hard nipples. Sam walked into the room and shut the door. "She a hot little number isn't she?" Sam asked as he moved toward us. "Sam, get out!" Beth cried, but didn't stop riding me. I knew Sam. He was a horny bastard. I also knew that incest didn't bother him. After all, I caught him sleeping with his oldest sister Sylvia the day before her wedding. "Look at that ass move!" Sam said. "Sam! Cut that out! I'm you're cousin," Beth snapped, but she was having problems focusing on him. She was really enjoying her ride. Sam looked at me. I shrugged. "I'm willing to share," I said. Sam grinned. Beth's eyebrows rose in surprise. "We can't! He's my cousin!" she cried. "Two dicks pumping in and out of you. Come on Beth, do you really want to pass up this chance?" I asked, pinching her nipples hard. She groaned, leaned forward and kissed me. Sam took that as an invitation. He was out of his clothes in record time. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and said, "She likes her ass fucked." Sam grinned, almost maniacally and shoved his dick into his cousin's ass. "Oh my God!" Beth cried as Sam and I took turns pushing in and out. The ecstasy she was feeling was plain to see in her face. I smiled and wondered if whatever Jewish doctor her mother found would be able to satisfy such a hot woman. "My God! Two dicks at once!" she panted, and then looked back at Sam. "And one's my own cousin!" "Beth, if I knew you had this tight of an ass, I would have tried to fuck you years ago!" Sam growled. "Just shut up and fuck my ass!" She snapped back. "Incestuous bitch!" Sam cried and slammed his dick deep. Beth gasped. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. She sounded like she was having problems catching her breath, but she didn't break the kiss until she came. "I'm cumming!" she cried. Sam grunted and filled her ass with his cum. Wow!" he said. Beth and I smiled. "I still owe you some oral satisfaction," Beth said to me. I didn't argue since my dick was still hard. Beth started licking the underside of my cock. It wasn't long before Sam moved behind her. "Do you mind if I fuck you?" Sam asked, but he was already lining up his hardening cock. "You said it earlier," she said, looking over her shoulder. "I'm an incestuous bitch!" Sam smiled and speared her pussy with his cock. She gasped and started sucking my cock again. "How does it feel to get fucked by your own cousin?" I asked Beth. She moaned around my cock. Sam picked up the pace and I could hear his balls slapping against her clit. Sam came first, but I quickly followed. Beth didn't want my cum so it sprayed all over her face and hair. She seemed to enjoy it. She came a moment later. I was spent, so I stood and went to take a shower. I found them still on my bed. They were passed out in each other's arms. I shrugged and moved to Sam's bed. I fell asleep easily. A pounding awakened me. "Not again!" I snapped as I rolled out of bed. Someone was knocking on the door, again! I had no idea how much time passed since I fell asleep. To tell the truth, I didn't really care. I was exhausted and pissed! I threw open the door ready to yell at whoever was there, but froze when I saw Beth's mother Helen standing there. She looked angry. "Where is she?" the woman snapped. I shrugged tiredly. I noticed the shower running at the same time as Helen did. "It that her?" she asked in angrily. "Sam is in the shower," I replied. I didn't know who was in the shower for sure, but there was no one in the room right now. Since both Sam and Beth were here earlier, I was pretty certain I could guess what was happening in the shower. "Well then, I'll just check," she snapped as if she caught me in a lie. I grabbed her arm. "Don't go in there. You probably won't like what you find," I said in warning. Beth's mother ignored me and threw open the door. She fell back in shock as she found her daughter Beth leaning against one of the shower walls and her nephew Sam, Beth's cousin, fucking her from behind. "I told you not to open the door," I said, pulling the door shut before Sam or Beth noticed. Helen just stood there with her mouth open. She was in her late forties, maybe early fifties. She had shoulder length auburn hair and an hourglass shape. It was pretty obvious where Beth got her ass from if you looked at her mother. Of course, Beth's chest must be from her father's side of the family. Helen's breasts were humongous. "Are you okay?" I asked in concern. She looked at me, but didn't say anything. Beth started to get loud. We could hear her moaning. I looked into Helen's eyes and saw the expected shock, but there wasn't the horror I expected. Instead, her eyes were lust filled. I moved closer to Beth's mother and kissed her without making a conscious decision to do so. I also reached up with one hand and caressed one of her large breasts. I could feel the heavy-duty bra holding it in place. She kissed me back so I took her other breast in my remaining hand. I started massaging her heavy jugs as we kissed. Her tongue darted into my mouth as she started panting. "I can't! I'm old enough to be your mother!" she said as we broke our kiss. "I have a nice long, thick cock just begging for your attention. Are you sure you want to pass this up?" I asked as I continued to play with her chest. Her hand reached down almost of it's own accord. She wrapped it around my cock and groaned when she felt the size. "It's huge!" she said, biting her lip. "It's all yours if you want it," I offered. "But what if they come out of the shower?" she said fearfully. I laughed. "They're cousins and they're fucking! I don't really think they can do anything other than ask if they can join us," I replied. Helen moaned even louder. Her hand slowly started massaging my cock. "But I haven't had sex since Beth's father died!" she said desperately as I pinched her nipple through her blouse. "Then you're long overdue," I replied. Helen bit her lip again and glanced down at my cock. She was mesmerized by it and reached out to cup my balls with her other hand. I knew that she was desperate for what I was offering. I couldn't believe someone built like her hadn't had sex in years. I was definitely going to address that tonight! I pulled off her top. She tensed, but said nothing. Her tits were bigger than I thought. They seemed to explode out of her bra when I undid it. They hung down a fair amount, but they were still attractive. I buried my face between them and she moaned. The final vestiges of resistance vanished when my hand slipped under her skirt and panties. Her clit was jutting out and I slowly moved my fingers back and forth over it. My hand was quickly covered in Helen's juices. She pulled the rest of her clothes off by herself. Her ass was big, huge even, but interestingly her waist was small. "I want to suck your cock!" she growled. I smiled and lay on my back. "Come over here and sit on my face. I'll eat you while you suck me off," I replied. She was on top of me a moment later. Her thick thighs were on either side of my head as my tongue lashed her clit. She was holding my cock with two hands, jerking me off into her mouth. She nearly drowned me when she finally came. I stared to roll her off me, but she refused. "I want to eat your cum!" she argued. I forced her off me and put her on her hands and knees. "Later. Right now I need to fuck you," I said. She looked ready to argue, but she sighed instead because my cock was already halfway in her. I was thrusting in and out of her slowly. I was kneeling behind her. Helen had a tight pussy, just like her daughter. I reached around and grabbed her tits. Their shaking drew me to them. Helen grabbed my hand away and took my middle finger into her mouth and started sucking it like it was a dick. I slammed into her even harder. The Levine Women Ch. 02 I was distracted when I heard the bathroom door open. "Mother!" Beth cried out in shock. "All right aunt Helen!" Sam added. Helen ignored them both as we fucked. I waved Sam over. He grinned and moved toward us. Beth remained frozen. I pulled my finger out of Helen's mouth and she reacted in annoyance until Sam shoved his cock in its place. Her eyes lit up and she growled as her head started bobbing back and forth. She was soon swallowing the entire length of Sam. "That's it aunt Helen! Suck my cock! Suck your nephew's meat you slut! Suck your daughter's cum off of my dick!" Sam demanded. Helen came, but didn't stop sucking Sam off. He held her head and fucked her face hard, but she just kept smiling and sucking. Sam finally blew and Helen sucked all of his cum down. Sam fell back on the bed. I continued to fuck her as her daughter finally unfroze and walked toward us. She watched for a moment. "His cock is huge, isn't it mom?" she said more calmly then I expected. "The biggest I've ever had!" her mother cried. Beth reached out and grabbed hold of my cock as I pushed it in and out of Helen's pussy. Beth's hand was wet with her mother's juices in a matter of moments. She moved her hand until her middle finger rested at her mother's asshole. This caught Helen's attention. "What are you doing Beth?" she asked in confusion. Beth smiled and shoved her finger into her mother's ass. Helen groaned. "Trying to make you feel good, mother," Beth replied. "I do feel good, but that's so sick!" Helen cried, obviously enjoying her daughter's attention. "If you think that's perverted, you're going to love this!" Beth said as she leaned forward and replaced her finger with her tongue. Helen tensed up in orgasm, but Beth kept licking her mother's ass and I continued fucking her pussy. "Beth, stop that this instance! You're my daughter and a woman!" Helen said as she came down off of her orgasm. She tried to move away, but I held her hips steady as I thrust in and out of her. "Mother, you've already sucked off Sam, your nephew and fucked his best friend. You are enjoying the attention I'm giving your ass, so cut the shit! I've always known I was a slut and it's nice to see where I get it from!" Beth said as she now pushed not one, but two fingers into her mother's ass. Helen groaned and Beth leaned forward and kissed her mother full on the lips. Helen drew back in surprise. They looked at each other for a moment before smiling and falling into a deep kiss. I watched as their tongues danced. Beth continued to finger fuck her mother's ass. She also reached under her mother with her free hand and played with Helen's clit. She alternated between rubbing the clit and slapping it. This sent Helen over the edge again. She came so hard that she all but screamed as her body rocked in orgasm. Her pussy was like a vise on my cock and if I hadn't cum so many times already during the day I would certainly have blown my load deep in her pussy. Instead, when her mother was done, Beth pulled my cock out of Helen's pussy and sucked it down her throat, licking her mother's cum. I wasn't surprised when she moved from my cock to her mother's pussy. Helen seemed oblivious to her daughter's tongue at first, but soon she rolled onto her back and spread her legs giving better access to Beth who happily dove in and started eating her mother in earnest. Sam recovered by this time and was happy to slip his dick into his aunt's mouth once again. I decided to give my own dick a short break and leaned forward to eat Beth's pussy. We continued like this for some time. Sam was the first to move. "Oh no! If you keep that up I'll cum again in your mouth and this time I want your pussy!" he said as he moved around his aunt. "You'd fuck your own aunt?" Helen asked, but she was smiling. Sam slammed his dick deep into her in reply. She lost her smile and groaned. I laid Beth down next to her mother and pushed my cock into her. The two held hands as Sam and I fucked them. Soon they were kissing again. Sam and I watched for a while before looking at each other and nodding. We started fucking his aunt and cousin in earnest. Beth came and moved out from under me. "You have to let my mother feel two dicks in her at once!" Beth demanded. I looked at Sam again. He shrugged and rolled onto his back, taking Helen with him. I moved between her legs and placed my cock on her ass. "What are you doing?" Helen gasped when she felt me gently push my cock head against the entry to her ass. "Mom, he's going to fuck your ass while Sam fucks your pussy!" Beth said excitedly. "But no ones ever fucked my ass before!" Helen cried as she looked back at me. "And besides, I can't possible fit both of these dicks in me at once!" "I did," Beth smiled. "Really?" he mother asked, looking into her daughter eyes. "Yes, and it was fantastic!" Helen looked at her daughter a moment longer and then leaned forward and buried Sam's face with her breasts. She also gave me access to her ass. Beth leaned over and used her tongue to get both her mother and me ready. She guided my cock into Helen's ass. I tired to move slowly, but Beth wouldn't have it. She moved behind me and shoved my hips hard! "Bastard!" Helen cried, but she was panting and gasping. Her orgasm was obviously close. I grabbed her hair and held on while I fuck her ass. I could feel Sam fucking her pussy from below. Helen started crying out and shaking as her orgasm overtook her. Sam cursed and I moaned as we came in her at the same time. I was completely and totally spent. I rolled off of Helen. "Mom, I think we better go now," Beth said with a smile. "We have some talking to do." Her mother nodded but took a while to get up. "I'll be walking funny for days," she mumbled as she put her clothes back on, but she looked at Sam and said, "You'll have to come visit us soon. You're welcome to bring a friend as well." "You can count on it!" Sam answered with a laugh. Beth and Helen gave each of us a kiss and then slipped out of the door. "The women in your family are horny wenches, aren't they," I sighed once they were gone. "You have no idea," Sam replied with a grin. I took a deep breath. It was time to tell Sam what happened earlier with Sylvia. He was my best friend. I couldn't keep it from him. "I've a better idea then you know. I fucked your sister Sylvia at the end of the reception," I said. Sam's eyebrows rose. "Sylvia? No way! She hates you and it was her wedding day," he replied. "Well, I use blackmail," I sighed. Sam looked at me carefully. He looked angry, but at least he didn't take a swing at me. "Look, I know it was wrong, but her husband was passed out and she wanted help carrying him to his room. I agreed in exchange for her getting a dance for me with Beth. I carried him to their room and she reneged on our deal, so I blackmailed her. I was pretty drunk as well." "What did you use?" he asked. "I saw you two earlier in the room," I said. I explained what happened at the pool and how I saw them in the room. "Did you force her?" he asked. "Absolutely not!" I said quickly, but then paused and added, "Well, I did hold her still once or twice. Mostly to stop her from hitting me, but I didn't force her to have sex with me!" "Did she enjoy it?" he asked. I smiled and nodded. I told him about how she was waiting for me after the first time I showered. He nodded. He seemed calm, but I wasn't really surprised when he punched me. It was a single blow to the face. I fell back and waited to see what was next. I needn't have bothered. Sam turned away and said, "She is a great fuck, isn't she?" I smiled. Sam was quick to anger, but also quick to forgive. We were friends too long for me not to know that he had forgiven me. "All the woman in your family seemed to be," I replied with a half smile. "Anyone else?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Only Sylvia, Beth and your aunt Helen," I replied. "Same as you." "What makes you think they are the only ones?" He asked with a grin. I rolled my eyes. We shut the lights and lay in our beds. I was exhausted, but couldn't fall right to sleep. "Sam?" I said aloud. His answer came half slurred. He was nearly asleep. "Have you slept with any other woman in your family?" "You fucking pervert," he said, but there was no heat in his words. "You didn't answer my question," I prompted. He laughed and turned toward me. He was awake now. "No, I only fucked Sylvia before yesterday," he replied. "Not even one of your other sisters?" I asked in disappointment. He shrugged. "No, although I think Ruth may know about my fucking Sylvia. I'm pretty sure she caught us once," he replied. I nodded and thought he was done speaking. Yet, after a momentary pause he added, "You know, Ruth has always liked you." "What?" I asked in surprise. He shook his head. "I said that Ruth always liked you. She wanted to ask you to her high school senior prom, but Sylvia threw a fit and mother backed her up. Sylvia because it was you and mother because Stanley Greenbaum already asked her," he replied. "Stanley Greenbaum?" I asked in surprise. Ruth never liked Stanley. "Yeah, poor Stanley. He always liked Ruthy. She went to the prom with him, but I think that's the last she saw him," Sam replied. "I've always liked Ruth," I said after a few moments of silence. Sam smiled knowingly. "I know," he grinned. "Don't you think it's about time you ask her out?" "But she's your sister!" I said in surprised. "So is Sylvia," he snorted. "That didn't stop you from blackmailing and fucking her." "But that was different," I said, realizing how stupid I sounded. "I know," Sam said. He understood me only as a best friend could. "Now get some sleep. We've both had a busy night. There a brunch tomorrow and Ruth will be there. "Good night," I said. Sam grumbled and rolled back over. It took me quite a while to fall asleep.