On the way from the attic to the kitchen, the three of us stopped in the bathroom. This was beyond the need to relieve our bladders.
My cousin Whitney had to strip out of her school uniform just like the previous day. She expected to slip back into her panties, but one look at us and decided to not even bother asking.
My sister Betsy attempted to wash my cum off her face, though a little still served as hair gel. She did taste a bit of it without running away.
However, I had the most urgent need. The mirror confirmed my tongue had turned black.
"Get over it," said my sister. "It's black, just like mine."
I also used the time to retrieve the Red Hot Lovers pill tin box we had left in Whitney's room. I rewarded the girls for being so cooperative and the great first blow job.
Grabbing towels, we headed downstairs to the kitchen. Mom just finished the burning of our grilled cheese sandwiches. "There you are, kids. Thanks for retrieving my little explorers. Just grab a seat and some lemonade." She brought over a plateful of charred lunch. "Oh, by the way, Whitney, you look very pretty today."
My cousin blushed, all over her body. We could actually see the truth of that last statement, unlike most times when the onlooker could only guess.
From my mom's comment, I knew she was still under the suggestion's control.
I adjusted my view of Whitney to focus on her newly exposed flesh. I had not expected to see hair, even though it was sparse, growing down there. She really was growing older.
We sat down together, the four of us enjoying the sandwiches with large glasses of lemonade. We let Mom pour the beverages. I kept hoping she'd spill like her daughter. No such luck.
"So Whitney, how was school? Anything unusual happen?"
My naked cousin gigged. "No, just like any other day. Though maybe a little breezier than normal."
Lemonade shot out of my sister's nose. "Did you enjoy the change?" I asked.
Whitney bit her lip. "Yeah, I did. I think I'd do it again." She scooched around on her towel. "It felt funny at first, but I got so used to it I forgot all about it."
"Did anyone else notice?" asked Betsy.
"Well, Gina did make a comment about me looking different, but the others ignored me like usual."
"At least that's a start, dear." My mom added her wisdom at the strangest times.
Silence returned to the table. I broke it a few minutes later. "What have you been up to, Mom?"
"Just getting the food prepped for tomorrow. I like to sleep in instead of slaving away in this hot kitchen from the break of dawn." She pulled on the front of her blouse. "I never realized how hot it gets here. Perhaps that's why my mother always did the holiday cooking just dressed in an apron."
This time the lemonade flowed out of my nose. Granny cooked naked? I was so used to her covering up what had to be an ancient wrinkled body with those long sleeve blouses and long skirts.
The girls and I exchanged six and a half looks. They giggled, I'm not sure about Granny or me. Maybe both. When we had eye contact, my sister nodded toward Mom a couple of times.
"Mom," I said. "You should remove the blouse if you're so hot."
"Remove my blouse," she said in that familiar monotone. She unbuttoned the garment and spread it to reveal a lacy aqua bra underneath. After half a second, she stood and hung the blouse on another chair.
"That's a pretty bra," said Betsy. "When did you get that?"
"I borrowed it from Sarah. My sister and I use to do that a lot as teens. Too bad you can't share clothes, what with the luggage still lost."
The girls giggled again. I actually preferred what we were wearing around the table.
"Aunt Norah," said Whitney. "Be careful not to get any stains on it."
"That's right, Mom," I said. "You should take the bra off."
"Take the bra off," she said as she reached behind her back. The aqua fabric practically popped off her chest.
You can't fault me for ogling my mother. She was officially the first topless woman I had ever seen. Unlike my cousin, her breasts were the real thing. Not the humongous ones in the magazines, but the kind that are perfect without enhancement. Sure, I'd seen them before, but I was more interested in sucking on them back then. It had been a decade since Betsy had been weaned, after which Mom kept them covered up. I missed them so.
That became apparent with my erection making himself known. I had been good just being around the girls, but Mom was a different story. I spent the rest of the meal trying to camouflage my interest.
Mom seemed quite at home with her new fashion style.
"Ah, to be dining on grilled cheese topless. That brings back memories."
That was one sentence I never imagined hearing in my lifetime, let alone from my mom.
After lunch, we returned to the attic, leaving Mom to keep preparing for Thanksgiving. The girls were exceptionally giggly for some unknown reason. I kept thinking about the flashback with my grandfather I experienced. I wondered if anything else happened back then.
Betsy retrieved the Playboy she had been reading. Spreading out on the futon, the girls perused the magazine. Sounds of envy and lust came from their preteen mouths.
I returned to rifling through the trunks. I found more magazines (I didn't know Grandpa Chris was so literate), some DVDs, and two more tin boxes. That brought my collection to five, including the blue one in the medicine cabinet. I sat down in the recliner to study these containers.
I had the Dr. Mac's Red Hot Lover and Liq-o-rish pills in the red and black boxes. The new tins where colored yellow and green. The labels called the Dr. Mac's Corn Cob Replacement pills and Dr. Mac's Grow Like Weeds pills respectively.
I scratched my head. Why would you need to replace a corn cob or have something grow like a weed? I kept them just because of Grandpa Chris, but thought the others sounded more promising.
For the next hour or so we read. The girls liked the more tame Playboys, and not for the articles. I started at the bottom of the nudist stack. While older people were all right, I was more intrigued by the younger kids. I envied them, running around, free of inhibitions. While doing my research, as I called it, my cock decided he too enjoyed the content.
With Nature calling, I headed down to the bathroom to relieve myself. While I was there, I grabbed the blue tin box. The main label said 'Dr. Mac's Sky's the Limit pills.' The other label said 'For Head Desensitizing and Extraordinary Relief.' Turning it over, I saw more writing on to more lines. 'Increases blood flow' and 'Warning: Do not take if sex is unsafe.' That first part must have cured my headache. It sounded like you needed a condom to take them. In any case, it sounded better than replacing a corn cob.
With my collection complete, I returned to the attic. My sister was reclined in the chair, holding a non-name brand rag. At least I had never seen anything called Lesbos in Leggings at the supermarket.
"I'd like something sweet," she said.
"Me too," said Whitney. "You’ve been hording the tin boxes."
"All right. Do you like licorice?" They both nodded. "Then here you go."
I gave them each one of the black pills and took another one myself. Then I sat down next to Whitney. Picking up a discarded Playboy, I thumbed through it, looking at the jokes.
A few minutes later, my cousin rose and walked across the rug. I thought she as getting another magazine. Instead, she dropped to her knees, in front of the recliner. Without a word, Betsy lowered the footrest and scooted to the front edge. There she spread her knees as wide as she could as she leaned back. Whitney leaned forward, her face connecting with my sister's pussy.
Without a single preliminary kiss, my cousin began noisily munching on Betsy. My sister in turn moaned load enough to wake the dead. I half expected Grandpa Chris or at least Mom to show up for the feverish display.
The encounter of the lesbian kind continued for several minutes. Eventually, after a huge shaking, Betsy shifted backward on the recliner. This made Whitney get off her knees. Without coming up for air, my cousin maintained contact, albeit now standing and bend forward.
I saw my chance. Crawling across the rug, I positioned myself behind my cousin. What possessed me at that point, I don't know. But I spread her ass cheeks and dove forward. I wasn't aimed at her dripping wet pussy. No, my tongue went right for her rosebud. I am so glad she had a shower that morning. Just to make sure, I gave her a spit bath, up and down the crack and then inside as far as I could get.
Whitney shuddered, eventually losing her balance. I fell forward into her. She twisted around, catching my head, and bringing it face-to-face with mine. Our lips locked and our tongues entwined. We remained like that until we ran out of oxygen. Falling apart, we stayed on the rug for a few minutes.
Betsy turned around in the recliner, her face looking down at us from the seat. "How was that for you?"
"Wonderful," commented a panting Whitney. She turned to me. "I hope you didn't mind, but I had to know what I tasted like."
"No problem. Any time you want, you can kiss me."
Exhausted, we crashed like that.
"Wake up, sleepyheads. Rise and shine."
I jerked awake and looked for the speaker. I saw a woman standing by the sanctuary entrance dressed in an apron. "Mom?"
"Yes, dear. Sarah brought home some fried chicken and salads for dinner. Come down before it gets cold."
She turned to leave. Then I noticed her bare back. She remained topless. "Before you go, Mom."
"Yes, dear."
"Did you…"
"I remembered to give Sarah the pill. It was very thoughtful of you. She had a trying day and it helped her relax almost immediately."
I smiled. "Thanks. We'll be down soon."
When she left, I poked the other two. "Time to get up. Dinner's on the table."
The preteen girls growled at me. Reluctantly, we headed downstairs via the bathroom.
"How's my tongue?" asked Whitney.
"Black like ours," I answered.
"It tastes like sex," she said. "Can I get something to change that?"
"Cinnamon or something new?"
"Ah, I'll be adventurous."
I displayed the two new flavors. "I'll try green."
"Me, too," said my sister.
I gave them each a Grows Like Weeds pill. Both girls popped the light green pill in their mouth and…nothing.
"Wintergreen. Cool. Thanks."
Maybe it was time-delayed.
With bathroom duties done, we headed downstairs. First we entered the kitchen. No one there. Then we went to the dining room. Ditto.
"They must be in the library," said Whitney. But they weren't
"We never use the sitting room."
It's always the last place you look. On the floor, the two sisters had laid out a checkered tablecloth and the food picnic-style.
"You found us," said Aunt Sarah.
"But we never come in here," said Whitney.
"It's time to be different," said her mother.
"Grab a seat and dig in."
The five of us crowded onto the cloth. We decided to forego the towels to sit on. Mom untied her apron and ate topless.
"Aunt Sarah, you look hot and uncomfortable. You need to remove your shirt."
"I should remove my shirt." She pulled her beige turtleneck over her head. Surprisingly, she wore no bra underneath.
"That's much better."
Betsy started to giggle. "What's so funny?" asked Mom.
"I was thinking. Usually the ants spoil a picnic, but you two Aunts made this one special."
"Aww," said Aunt Sarah. She sat close enough to her niece to reach over and hug her. I was jealous of my sister receiving the topless squeeze.
We ate without much distraction. I snuck peeks of the two adults, noting how similar their breasts were. Not large, just the right size. Still teenaged perky even at their age. I hoped the girls inherited them in the future.
After dinner, Aunt Sarah asked if we wanted to watch home movies. Politely, I accepted for the girls. Betsy rolled her eyes at me, but Whitney leaned over and whispered, "You'll like these."
We reconvened in the television room. I tried to grab my recliner, but Mom shooed me to sit on the floor with the girls. They laid on their stomachs with their lower legs flapping skyward. I chose to sit Indian-style to the side, so as not to get kicked.
Aunt Sarah started the first disk. "These came off some old BetaMax tapes Daddy shot. We had trouble finding anyone to transfer them to digital. You'll see why."
"What's BetaMax?" whispered my sister. I shrugged my shoulders. Something last century, I guess.
The scene started with a shot of a tent being raised.
"Oh, is that the trip to the desert?" asked my mother.
"Yep," answered her sister. "I was seven so you'd be ten."
"Can you turn the volume up," I asked.
"This isn't a Hollywood movie," said Aunt Sarah.
"Most of the time it's silent. But we can narrate."
The scene continued with a man (Grandpa Chris) running to and fro to get the tent complete and their supplies moved. At one point, a woman approached the camera.
"She looks so young there," said Sarah.
"Who?" I asked.
"Granny Pike," answered Mom.
A few minutes later, two girls ran across the scene.
"That was us," said Mom.
The camera started to pan to the right. In the time it took to turn once around, we saw the entire campsite. No one else appeared to camp near them. Then the camera started to bounce around.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing. That camera was heavy, like 15 pounds with the battery. You either left it on the tripod, that was the first part, or shot with it on your shoulder, like this." Mom seemed to know a lot about that piece of equipment.
The camera moved closer to the tent, and then entered it. Inside two girls stood, dressed only in matching shorts.
"You're topless," said Betsy. The two sisters giggled.
The two girls turned away from the camera. Together they dropped their shorts and bent over, pointing their bare asses to the camera.
My sister and I stared at each other, but Whitney giggled.
"There's like two hours of this to go."
She was right. For the rest of the disk, the Pikes visited campsites in the forest, at the ocean, in the mountains, and even on an island. In addition, there were dance recitals, Halloween activities, birthday parties, and fun around the house. In almost all the girls were either naked or scantily clad. We even saw my grandparents a few times in the buff.
I sat there with a raging erection. I was glad that Aunt Sarah and Mom were shielded by my body. Getting a hardon for your mom is embarrassing.
At the end, Aunt Sarah announced she was heading to bed.
"It's been a tiring day. And tomorrow will be too. I don't care what you do, but keep the noise down. Try to get to bed by midnight." She took my mother by the hand and they left the room.
"We have a few hours before lights out," said Whitney. "What shall we do?"
"I like the bed in your room," I said, licking my lips.
So we agreed to head for bed, but not to sleep. Not yet anyhow.
Back in Whitney's room, Betsy reapplied the Strawberry Nipple Gloss to her cousin. The preteen duo started making out like there was no tomorrow.
"Shh," I shushed several times. For some reason, they weren't listening.
After the dozenth time, my sister came up for air.
"Chris, come join us. Please."
"Not yet." I had other things on my mind.
Excusing myself, I headed up to the attic. From the trunks, I took the albums and DVDs. I hated that the latter had no labels, only colors. Searching every drawer again, I couldn't find any other tin boxes.
With my head hanging lower than my balls, I returned to the bedroom. The girls had changed positions, engaged in sixty-nine for some mutual licking. They never sensed my presence.
I decided to spend my time experimenting with the pills. So far I knew what two colors did, those in the red and black tins. Blue I had taken without planning, and hadn't discovered exactly what it did. However, I hadn't noticed any ill effects. That left the green and yellow.
I think the very name Corn Cob Replacer had scared all three of us. Even I hesitated and decided to defer for the moment.
Both girls had tried the green pills and nothing happened, at least not yet. Perhaps it was gender specific similar to the Red Hot Lover pills.
Screwing up my courage, but hopefully not screwing up my body, I took a green pill. And waited.
And waited. And waited. And … you get the picture. Absolutely nothing happened.
I looked at myself. Nothing appeared different. I looked at the girls. No unusual feelings came to me. I stared at the tin box. Perhaps they were duds.
Or not enough. I took another pill. And waited. When nothing happened, I took two more. And then two more. Still nothing. I was officially frustrated.
I half thought about tossing them in the trash, and would have if Betsy hadn't exploded with a gi-normous cum. That splattered all over Whitney and her bed.
"Whoa," said her drenched cousin. "What was that? I've never done that."
"I didn't understand it myself," said a panting Betsy.
"I'm glad I wasn't wearing clothes. They'd be stained for sure."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry. I'm washable."
When the girls finally got enough composure to move, I sent them into the shower. Being the pervert I am, I followed, taking a seat on the toilet to watch. Another disappointment. They actually washed each other.
I left while they toweled themselves off to plan my next experiment.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and two giggling, but clean preteens entered. Whitney flopped down on the bed next to me. "That was fun."
Betsy jumped into the bed on the other side. "Yeah, what's next?"
"You two aren't too tired?"
"No," said my sister. "We're refreshed and it's hours till midnight."
"Yeah, we're gotten our second wind."
"All right," I said. "I need a volunteer to try this flavor." I held up the yellow tin box.
The girls glanced at each other. "I'll do it," said Whitney. "But you two have to change my bed. I have more bedding over there in the closet."
After she directed us to the sheets she wanted, I put the yellow pill on her still black tongue. "Yummy. Lemony."
I watched for a reaction while Betsy started on the bed. So we waited. Betsy stripped the sheets and blankets from the bed. And we waited. She unfurled the bottom sheet and stuffed the corners in. And we waited. She unfurled the top sheet. And we waited. She unfolded the spare blanket and tucked it in. And we waited. She even stuffed the pillows into the matching pillow cases. And we gave up.
"This must be a dud, too," I said.
Betsy collapsed on the freshly made bed. Whitney moved closer to it, and then grabbed her stomach. "That didn't feel good."
"Are you all right?" asked Betsy, beating me to the question.
"I…I don't…don't know…" She barely finished the sentence before running into the bathroom. My sister tried to follow, but heard, "Don't come in here."
"Do you need your mom?" I asked. I hoped against it since our frivolity would probably end then.
"No, I'll…I'll be all right. I think."
We waited, this time for Whitney to ask for something. A few minutes later, she stuck her head out of the door. "I'm fine, but I' going to take another shower. I'll be out in just a few."
"So much for saving water," muttered Betsy.
We laughed, but were relieved Whitney appeared fine. But we were back to waiting.
Whitney poked her head out of the bathroom again. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"No, of course not," I said. "We were worried about you. Have you recovered?"
"Yeah, I think. All of a sudden everything flowed out of me. I wanted to clean up so I took the extra shower. But now I feel fine. Except…"
"Except what?" I asked.
"Well, my butthole itches really bad. Itching might not be the right word. But I think it wants to … you're going to think I'm loony."
"What?" Betsy asked loudly.
"I think it wants something in it." Whitney cringed when she said it.
"May I examine it?" I asked. "I spent some time with it before."
"All right." She bent over her bed.
"Take her mind off this," I whispered to Betsy. My sister nodded her agreement.
While the two girls kissed, I approached my cousin from the rear. Gently separating her cheeks, I noticed her rosebud now open a little. I inserted my little finger inside. That brought a groan, a good groan.
"That feel okay?"
"More," my cousin said.
"Be right back." I ran into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. I knew I had seen some. I grabbed the Vaseline and return to the girls. "This might be a little cold."
"More."
I took a scoop and covered my cock. The gel was cold. I took another scoop and lined her anus. Her cheeks clenched momentarily, but the hole remained open.
I didn't have the biggest instrument, only four inches or so, and didn't know how deep I needed to penetrate. Being a virgin has some disadvantages. I hoped they wouldn't matter.
Taking a deep breath, I started to rub my now rigid cock up and down her crack. She moaned over that.
"This might hurt," I warned.
"More."
I aligned my head with the target. Using a little extra force, I popped through the ring.
"Ahhhhh. More."
I pushed gently, allowing her body to get used to it. Then I bottomed out. I had no more to insert. "Ready?"
"More. Fuck me."
So my little cousin could swear. I began to saw, back and forth. She became more vocal. Betsy continued her ministrations, both to her cousin and herself.
"I'm gonna cum," Whitney yelled.
At that moment I shot my hot semen, Betsy started to shutter, and Whitney practically exploded. I felt her legs quiver, so I tried to hold her up.
"Crawl on," she said.
With the last of our strength, we slid together onto her bed. I started to withdraw, but she said, "Leave it as long as you can."
Betsy hopped over to the light switch, and we were plunged into darkness.
Except for the LEDs of Whitney's alarm clock. They blazed away, showing 11:57. We made curfew by three minutes.
