****** Tracy, Then and Now by Placebo ******
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Tracy, Then and Now


This story is rated 18, as it contains graphic scenes of sex, with particular
focus on heterosexual incest, which may offend certain readers. Readers'
discretion is advised.

This is an original work (mostly fictitious) and should not be used by any
person for any monetary gain. Please feel free to download it for your own
personal pleasure.

Part One: "Then."

I owe much to Tracy; she guided me along that narrow and winding road from
fumbling teenage naivete to a well groomed lover. She showed me how to treat a
woman, how to listen and act on her needs and desires. Tracy was my tutor, my
lover and above all, she is my cousin.

I came from a large family, four sisters and two brothers, we were a happy
family who at times struggled to make ends meet. My parents were strict and all
my siblings were brought up to be polite, be courteous and be quiet. Breaking
these simple rules resulted in a swift belt lashing. My father worked on the
railways and once a year he would get a free trip as an incentive from the
railway company. The year of my enlightenment we traveled some 1400 km to visit
my mother's sister and spend the Christmas holidays with my cousins. Tracy was
just 14 at the time, I was 16 and sad to say, still very much a virgin.

My Aunt Rose wasted no time in getting us settled. For the first five days of
our vacation all the boys of the extended family would bunk down in the large
lounge while the girls would be spilt up into the three available children's
rooms. Later we would all head into the mountains and spend the rest of the
holidays camping. I watched and listened to my mother and her sister catching
up with gossip and it was not long before I felt quite bored. Tracy arrived
from school around 3pm and we greeted each other as cousins do. She came across
the room and gave me a hug and a brief peck on the cheek. Instantly I felt
myself grow hard. Tracy had just finished playing field hockey. She wore a
short blue skirt with a white blouse. She was all sweaty and her top clung to
her budding breasts. Her legs were slim and well tanned. When she drew close I
inhaled her mix of sweat and perfume. It was intoxicating.

She bounded off with my sister, who was born just a few days after Tracy. I
sighed and wandered outside. Her brother was more my age, he called me across
and together we went into the open playground across the road and spent the
rest of the afternoon playing football. Eventually my thoughts of Tracy faded
as I got more into the game.

This was the pattern for the next two days, the boys would all gang up and
explore the dunes or play one type of sport after another. The girls would do
whatever girls did. Even though I was just as athletic as my male cousins and
their friends, I confess that I would have preferred to be around the girls,
Tracy in particular.

With all the family members together, my Aunt's house was bursting at the
seams. Bathing or showering was on first come first served basis; you had to be
quick if you wanted hot water. Being one of the younger boys I had to bath in
my sister's water. Something I hated.

On the third day Tracy and my sister Helen decided to bath together, I heard
them giggling through the locked bathroom door and I desperately wanted to see
what they were up to. Yet with so many people around I knew that spying through
the keyhole or the window would be suicidal. My frustration mounted and by the
time I heard the door unlock followed by the patter of wet feet on the floor I
was as mad as hell. I got up from my seat and casually made my way to the
bathroom. I expected to find the bathroom empty and I mentally prepared myself
for my luke-warm bath in second hand water. I opened the door and started
pulling my T shirt over my head, closing the door behind me.

My eyes widened in surprise as I saw Tracy standing beside the tub, her back to
me toweling her leg, which was up on the rim of the tub. I stared at her
beautiful form. My eyes traveled up from her heal upwards towards the soft
curve of her ass to where it met with her supple legs. At the apex of her
thighs I saw the soft curls of her pubic hair, moist and shiny from her bath.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in her splendor. As if in slow motion
she gracefully turned and my eyes swept up across her torso to her flat belly
and higher to her perky breasts. They were small by any of my sister's
standards, but they were in the classic shape of a dew drop. Her nipples
pointed defiantly upward. My eyes roamed higher to her sweet damp face...right
into her eyes.

I was jolted back to reality. I almost fell back onto the washing hamper in
shock. I waited milliseconds for the scream of terror which was sure to come
from her pouting lips as she opened her mouth. Instead she said softly " I'm
still in here"

"Um, I uh I thought..." I stammered. I pointed to the door my hands making wild
gestures, hoping she would understand that it was all an accident. A small
smile formed around her lips and yet she made no effort to cover herself. The
towel hung at her feet. She tilted her head slightly to the left and spoke
again "You like what you see?" I nodded coyly then realized what I was doing.

"No, yes, um I mean yes, but...." With that I stole one more glance at her and
stumbled out of the bathroom. I rushed outside, my head swirling, my heart
racing. I waited five full minutes before I went back to the bathroom. Tracy
had of course left and I lay in the rapidly cooling water playing the amazing
events over and over in my mind. I don't know how long I lay there, but when my
toes began to get wrinkly I got out and sat on the toilet lid. At my feet was
the laundry hamper. I opened it and on top I found a pair of white cotton
bikini briefs. Tracy's. I brought them up to my nose and I inhaled that
intoxicating scent I first smelled when we arrived. My cock grew hard as I drew
deep sniffs of her. I wanked my cock hard and fast. Keeping my eyes shut I
jerked my hand up and down my shaft. My fingers slipping over my engorged cock
head spreading pre-cum evenly around my cock. At the last possible moment I
wrapped her panties around my cock and I came with such a force that my cum
shot up into the air and landed square on my chest. Panting I wiped it with her
panties until they too were soaked with the salty fluid.

That evening my brothers and my male cousins went to a party. I pretended to be
too tired and elected to stay home when I learnt that Tracy would be home too.
As the night drew on I mustered all my courage to join Tracy, two of her
friends and my younger sister. They were in Tracy's room playing a game called
"Squeak Piggy Squeak" The game works like this, one person who is "on", is
blindfolded, the lights are turned off and that person must try and find the
others who must all hide. Once they have been found the "on" person asks them
to "Squeak Piggy Squeak" and from the noise the person makes, the "on" person
must guess who it is. If guessed correctly, that person is then "on".

It was obvious that Tracy had not mentioned the bathroom incident to anyone,
yet. So with a sigh of relief I asked if I could join in. Tracy said with a
small grin "Sure, but you must be on"

"Okay" I said shrugging my shoulders. The girls who were all in the nighties
squealed with delight as they blindfolded me and spun me around. I heard the
light switch click off. "Coming ready or not" I warned as I made my way around
the room. The girls all darted into hiding places around the large room. I
stumbled over a few items as I tried to find my bearings in the complete
darkness. I was certain that I would not find anyone when I walked into
someone. I was about to say the magic words when a finger pressed against my
lips. The blindfold was lifted from my eyes and in the dark I made out the
unmistakable shape of my cousin. I tried to focus better when Tracy came up
close and kissed me fully on my lips. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I had to
fight from moaning out loud. She kissed me deeply and I tried through all my
naivete to return the kiss. She pressed herself against me I could feel her
tits squash themselves against me chest. Her hot cunt mound rubbed against my
hip. She shuffled her feet until she was rubbing herself against my raging
boner. The other girls grew impatient and started saying things like "Hello,
what's going on?" and "Kyle have you forgotten how to play or what?" Tracy
quickly withdrew and I replaced the blindfold and continued stumbling around. I
found my sister and asked her to squeak. I identified her and soon she was
spinning as the light was switched off. Once dark, Tracy grabbed my by my arm
and pulled me into her large walk in wardrobe, gently closing the door behind
us. We quickly continued from where we left off. My hands wandered around her
flimsy nighty and I squeezed her breasts in both hands. She began mewing as I
ran my hand down to her panties. She pulled her hips back a little to allow me
full access. My hand slipped into her panties and between her cunt lips. A
slick furrow greeted them as I parted her soft cunt hairs. My fingers went to
work quickly as I stabbed them in and out of her juicy slit. She grabbed my
hand and brought her lips up to my ear and whispered softly "Not so fast, slow
down, make it count"

I took a deep breath as she returned my hand to the center of her most private
place. She leant against the wall and bent her knees. Her hips came forward and
my middle finger easily slipped between her lips into her hot dripping cunt. I
worked it in and out slower this time. I savored the way her pussy gripped my
finger as she timed her rocking to meet my finger. Tracy took my free hand and
she directed my thumb to her clit and showed me how to rub it gently in a
circular fashion. She began to pant and quicken her rocking motion. I took this
as my cue to increase my tempo. Soon she was mumbling softly. She flung herself
onto me again and clasped her thighs tightly around my hand. She came heavily.
I felt my hand growing wetter by the second. I was sure she peed herself, but
later I would learn that when Tracy came, she came buckets.

The game came to and eventually and I left the girls with balls as hard as
rocks. It hurt just walking. I went to the toilet and stood over the bowl.
After just a few strokes, my cock spurted, my legs buckled under me as I came.

Part Two: "Then."

As the sun rose the following morning I woke and wondered for a second whether
the night before was just a dream, but the stark reality hit me like a run away
freight train. I grinned and stretched yawning. I had enjoyed fingering my
cousin, but it was just not enough. I brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed
deeply catching just a feint whiff of Tracy's juice. I sucked on my fingers as
my boner raged.

It was Christmas Eve, and things were becoming quite festive, the family buzzed
about preparing for the party that would start around 4pm. After breakfast, the
whole gang went to the beach and we spent most of the day in the waves. Tracy
had brought a few of her friends; Gail attracted my attention instantly. She
was only 13 yet she could easily pass for 18 (with a little make up) Her
breasts were full and bounced unhindered as she skipped through the breakers.
Her hips were a little broad but her ass was just as full and round. She had
long mousy brown hair which when wet reached the top of her bikini bottoms. She
giggled and screeched whenever she was upended by the waves. I sat on the sand
taking in the flesh feast before me. One wave caught Gail by surprise toppling
her easily. Her bikini top was washed aside in the froth, and while she tried
to get her hair out of her eyes both her milky white tits jiggled free for me
to see.

I stared, my mouth agape at her firm (36C?) breasts. Her nipples were stiff and
long from the cold Atlantic water. Someone shouted " Hey Gail, you've popped
out!" and a round of laughter rang out. She seemed a bit confused and when the
penny dropped she looked down to see her breasts exposed. Quickly she spun
around facing the sea and swiftly tucked them back into the restraints of her
top. She ran up onto the beach and quickly found her towel and wrapped it
around herself.

All this time, Tracy had not said a word and I feared that last night would be
the one and only time I would get that close to her. We walked the short
distance back to my Aunt's house. I tried to strike up a conversation with her,
but my advances was met with short non-committal answers. I felt devastated. By
the time evening began to fall, I had snuck out 4 beers and was well on my way
to drowning my sorrows. The adults were all pre-occupied with the whole
Christmas thing and no one noticed me taking quick swigs from behind the
garage. The party picked up momentum, and I stood by the backdoor watching the
proceedings from a safe distance. Tracy was flitting from one guest or family
member to another, seemingly quite oblivious to my existence. While busy with
beer number 7 Tracy calmly walked up to me and said, "Are you ignoring me now?"
I stared ahead as if I did not hear her. She looked long and hard at me. I
could tell that my window of opportunity was rapidly closing. Never being in
this situation before I was unsure of what to do next, so I turned and looked
into her steel green eyes. They were soft and brazen at the same time.

"Look," I started "I just don't know how to handle this, one minute you're all
over me, the next you treat me like a leper. What am I supposed to do?"

Tracy nodded slowly, she brought her lips to my ear and in a whisper she said
"Listen to me very carefully, if anyone knew what we did last night, we would
be in a world of shit. This is not a typical boyfriend / girlfriend thing. We
are cousins you dipshit. Can you even imagine what our folks would do if they
found out?"

For the first time, I realized just how right she was. In the back of my mind I
knew that it was wrong, but yet it just felt so right. I also knew then that
for a 14 year old, Tracy sure had a clear perception of things. I was out of my
league here. The closest I ever got to any woman was a quick feel at drive-in
six months ago. I decided then to put my life in her very capable hands.

"I guess you're right Trace, I just thought..."

"The reason why I have been cool towards you is not to draw any attention to
us. I think you need some guidance and I am here to give it... if you want it.
Do you want it?" she whispered.

"Yes" I replied nodding

"Then tell me" she teased. The tone of her voice dropped a notch as I felt her
warm breath on my cheek.

"I want it, I want you" I whispered back, my voice crackling a little.

"Good boy. Now, slow down on the ales, go and spend some time with your folks.
I have plans for us later and you need to be with the program." With that she
spun on her heels and headed back to the party, smiling broadly as she skipped
away from me.

I poured the rest of the beer down the drain and switched to Coke. Evening
turned to night and by 11:30 everyone was ticking. I played the dutiful son and
hung with the folks. At midnight presents were handed out and everyone kissed
each other thanks for their gifts. Tracy came up to me and said "Meet me
outside by the gate in 15 minutes. Make sure no-one sees you leave" She molded
back into the crowd and after a while I slipped outside into the cool night
air.

Tracy was waiting for me on the road. When she saw me she waved for me to hurry
and started walking down the street. She wore cotton T-shirt and tight jeans. I
caught up with her and I asked where we were going.

"You'll see soon enough." She kept on walking, every now and then, she'd turn
and check to see if anyone was behind us. Three blocks later we arrived at a
house. It was dimly lit and had a small concrete fence around the yard. We went
up the driveway and passed the main entrance. I figured we were going to the
back door, but when we past that too, it became clear that we were about to
become voyeurs. Tracy took my hand and led into a little bush that covered a
large bedroom window. Inside a bedside lamp lit the room, with what looked like
scarf thrown over the top. Orange light softly filled the room.

Tracy stood on tiptoes and looked inside. "Hmmm, just as I thought" she
whispered. I moved beside her and peered in. The excitement of being a Peeping
Tom made my heart race, and my breathing quicken. On the bed was a beautiful
girl on all fours; behind her was Tracy's brother, Mark. He knelt behind her
gripping her by her hips as he pounded into her. With each thrust she would
lift her head and her long hair would flay around her face, obscuring her
features. I stared, unbelieving the incredible private show before me. The two
on the bed were rutting furiously as the bed creaked and groaned in time with
their movements. Just then another boy, someone I had not seen before climbed
on the bed in front of the girl. He wrapped her hair around his hand and lifted
her face to meet his cock. The girl in question was Gail. The boy shuffled
closer to Gail and she willingly opened her mouth as he stabbed his dick into
it. Her grunts became muffled as she sucked while Mark continued his brutal
fucking.

"Fuck me" I whispered.

"Yeah" Tracy replied.

Mark began to chant "Oh yes baby, that's it ooh yes, fuck, your ass is so
tight". He flung his head back and shot a load of cum into her ass. "YEAH, OH
FUCK" he shouted. Gail seemed to pause as Mark came heavily into her ass. She
leant forward and his cock slipped out of her puckered ring. Streams of white
cum poured from her ass. She flipped onto her back while the unnamed boy
brought himself around and in a swift movement he easily pushed his cock into
her waiting cunt. He pumped rapidly as Gail brought her knees up above his
shoulders. He grunted once and gave a quick heave and spasmed as he began to
come. Gail grabbed his cock and as fast as a seasoned hooker, she knelt before
his cock and wanked him off in fast short jerks. He wrapped her hair in both
hands as he fucked her face. She gagged as he shot his load deep into her
throat.

I could not take my eyes from the amazing spectacle until I felt Tracy sidle up
to me. Her hand went to the front of my jeans and she rubbed my cock through
the rough fabric of my button fly Levis. I turned and she sunk to her knees
right there in the flowerbed. With well-trained fingers she pulled on the fly
and buttons popped open. She freed my cock from my skants and pulled them and
my jeans down to my knees. I tried to open my legs, but the jeans restricted my
movement. I held onto the wall with my left hand for support, with my right
hand I moved Tracy's hair from her face, allowing me a perfect view of my
throbbing cock. She looked up at me and smiled. She wrapped her petite hand
around my meaty member and began to slowly jack me off. Precum oozed out from
the tip, and with her thumb she gently smoothed it around my cock head. The
sensation was electric.

Still looking up at me she said, "The other guy fucking Gail, do you know who
he is?"

"Umm, no" I answered. He could be the Pope for all I cared.

"He's Gary, my boyfriend... the son of a bitch."

With that she opened her mouth and pulled me closer.

Part Three: "Then".

My knees almost gave in as her sweet hot mouth locked onto my throbbing cock
head. I am by no means huge, but I swear that in the half-light of the silver
moon, it looked like a monster.

She wrapped her fingers along the shaft of my pulsing cock. Her mouth just
covered my purple head. Gently she gripped my dick and began stroking it
slowly. Her hand was small and that left a fair amount of free space between
the base of my cock and the start of her hand. My foreskin was fully extended
as she stroked. Her little fist met her mouth with each jerk. At no time did
she let my head slip from her mouth. The suction of her mouth was constant, and
as I watched electric current shot through my body.

I managed to get my right leg out of my Levis and opened my stance further,
giving me a lower point of balance. Tracy leant forward slightly and I bent my
knees giving her greater access. I was able now to grab her head and with both
hands I made sure that her hair stayed out of the way of that perfect sight.
She had closed her eyes as she fed on my cock. Her breathing through her nose
was very audible. I could feel her tongue working around my head as she twirled
it around and around. The image of a little girl socking on a lollipop flashed
across my mind.

Since this is the very first time that this had ever happened to me, I was
nervous that I would come soon, but thankfully, all the wanking I have done was
finally paying off. Her jerking began to speed up, her fingers wrapped even
tighter and I could feel myself teetering on the edge. Tracy somehow sensed
this and with a loud pop, she pulled my cock from her mouth.

"Argh... don't st-stop," I pleaded. Her hand went to the tip of my cock and
gathered her spit and spread it evenly down my shaft. The night breeze caught
it and instantly the sensation made me catch my breath. Her wanking continued
without missing a beat.

"You like this?" She teased looking up at me. I began rocking back and forth,
my knees bent a little as I held her head in place.

"Please, please, please," was all I could offer.

"You want to come huh?" She asked in her little girl voice.

"Yesssss," I hissed through my clenched teeth.

"All over my face, in my mouth, my hair?"

"Oh Tracy, please, I want to so badly" I felt her head turn and she opened her
mouth again, she stopped stroking my cock and fed it slowly and very
deliberately into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged a little, so I
stopped rocking. She withdrew her head and started again. This time it seemed a
little easier. Back down went her head, and before long she was bobbing to and
fro on the whole length of my cock.

She brought her hands up and grabbed the cheeks of my ass and began to guide me
to meet her tempo. I was face fucking her now. After a few strokes, I found the
rhythm she wanted. Her hands were gently squeezing my cheeks. I could not hold
out much longer now and I started rocking faster, careful not to over do it and
pull too far back or thrust too far forward. Tracy was making little grunting
sounds and I realized that she was getting off on having her cousin fuck her
mouth.

I was panting now, my hands on my hips watching my cock slip out, glistening
with her saliva only to plunge back between her cute rosy red lips. I began to
shudder as my climax hit the point of no return.

"Ugh, I'm gonna come..." I stuttered out. Tracy's hand left my ass cheek and
her middle finger traced an outline to my ass hole. She ran the tip of her
finger along my butt hole and just as I was about to shoot my load she stabbed
it into my ass.

The shock of her invasion combined with my release was overwhelming. I stopped
rocking as white jets of come spurted out into her mouth. She twisted her
finger in my ass and again, my cock burped more semen.

"Oh yes, come for me Kyle" As she spoke I saw globs of my come stream down her
chin. I thrust my hips into the air and let rip with another load. This time
she kept her face directly in line with my dick. Come splattered on her face,
her cheeks and lips. Her mouth went to work on my head, just in time to catch
my final spurt. She swallowed as much as she could.

My legs were jelly and I had to hunch over her to keep from falling into the
bushes, my hands on her shoulders. She rubbed my now deflating cock around her
face, making circles of come on her face.

We stayed like that for a while, catching our breath. Tracy stood up and
brought her hands up to my face and kissed me firmly on my mouth. Her tongue
did what it had done to my cock. I could taste my own come Ð another first.

After that kiss she stood back and wiped what come she could from her face. I
pulled my pants on and wondered what I could say. Something profound maybe.
Something that would express my incredible feelings. All I could say was: -

"That's the first time I ever did that."

"No shit, Sherlock." She said slyly.

I looked into the room where we had earlier spied. The light had been switched
off. We figured that our porno stars had retired. Just as we started out of the
flowerbed, we heard the engine of a car start up. We ducked as the headlights
of Gary's car swept the yard. We saw that Mark, Gary and Gail were in the car
as it drove out and towards the city center.

"You thirsty?" Tracy asked.

"You bet!" I answered.

"Okay, come with me" I followed Tracy round to the front of the house and
watched as she stood on her toes. She ran her hand along the top of the
doorframe until she found what she was looking for; the key. She opened the
door and took my hand leading me into Gail's house.

"Where's the folks?" I queried.

"They've gone overseas. They always go this time of year. Never with Gail
though, that's why she's such a slut" I almost laughed out. This was surely the
pot calling the kettle black. Wisely, I managed to keep my mouth shut. Tracy
kept all the lights off, and led me to the kitchen. She went straight to the
fridge, found two beers and cracked them open. She handed me one, and we drank
them quickly.

We sat in the breakfast nook, looking at each other.

"Where do you think they've gone?" I ventured.

"Probably Gary's house. Too much risk of being caught here by me, I guess."

"So, he's your boyfriend. Not too loyal huh?"

"Yeah, he's been fucking her for some time now. He promised he'd stop and I
believed him too. Man am I gullible or what?"

"All men are snakes in the grass," I agreed.

""You're different though" She said looking at her beer. " You are so... so
innocent."

"You think?" I tried to sound worldly.

"That's why I like you Kyle." She seemed sincere for the very first time.

"Yeah, but you are busy corrupting me," I said trying to lighten things up a
little. Tracy laughed at that and fetched us another beer each.

"have you got a girlfriend back home?" She asked.

"Not really. My folks are really strict back home. They're nothing like this
you know."

"Kyle, maybe what you need is guidance. You know, some one to teach you stuff.
Show you how to really treat a woman."

"And you want to be my tutor?" I asked half joking.

"Only if you really want me to."

I looked at her long and hard. "I want you to teach me everything Trace. You
are the most amazing girl I have ever met."

Tracy seemed to mull this over in her head for a while. Looked up at me and
downed the rest of her beer, never taking her eyes from mine. She got up and
walked out of the kitchen. I sat there a little bewildered. "Now what?" I asked
myself. I thought that she'd left me in this stranger's house. I finished my
beer and gingerly began roaming around the house. I peered into each room of
the massive house. These people obviously had money. The art on the walls was
expensive, the carpets were plush and most of the walls were paneled in deep
Oregon pine.

I wandered around and was certain that Tracy had left me for sure. Just as I
was about to leave, I heard the sounds of water running. I followed it until I
found the master bedroom. In the center of the room was a huge queen sized
four-post bed. Beyond that and next to the large walk in closets was a doorway.
Soft light flickered through the slight gap. The running water was coming from
the bathroom en suite. I walked in through 'the door and saw Tracy standing in
exactly the same position she was in on that first fateful evening. Behind was
a big shower. Steam filled the room and as I approached, she turned and headed
into the shower. Her beautiful form was distorted as she passed the frosted
glass doors.

I saw her stand under the jet of hot water and she took soap and begun
lathering herself up. I took in the view for an instant and started taking my
clothes off.

I joined Tracy in the shower. Her back towards me. Her head hung down as the
water raced down her soft flesh. I took a cake of soap in my hands and began
washing her back. She pretended to be surprised and she moaned softly. My hands
rubbed soap into her back as she moved to my caresses. I watched as my hands
traveled down her back to her ass. I noticed then just how supple she was.
Tracy played hockey, was on the school gymnastic team and swam whenever the
weather was good enough.

I brought my body against hers. My cock standing out front, erect and ready.
She leant back into me as I ran my hands around her front. I went instantly to
her breasts. My soapy hands squeezed the a bit too hard.

"Softer," she whispered.

I caressed her breasts rubbing from the base to the tips of her stiff nipples.
She gently rubbed her ass against my cock. It slid between her cheeks. I let
the water rinse the soap from my hands as I ran them down her tight belly to
her pubic area. Her pussy hairs were soft to my touch. I slid my right hand
down further and she opened her legs to accommodate me. She leant forward and I
followed her. Both my hands buried in her thighs. I parted her cunt lips and
slid my middle finger between her lips. They were met by a slicker wetness. I
found her clit and rubbed it slowly. Tracy brought her head back next to mine
and we kissed. Our tongues mingling.

Not breaking the kiss she turned around to face me. We rubbed ourselves up
against each other. I broke away and looked deep into her eyes. She brought her
hands to my shoulders and gently began to push me down. After a brief moment of
confusion, I realized what she wanted. I sank to my knees soon my mouth was in
line with her groin.

Tracy leant against the glass wall and pushed her hips out towards me. Her
hands went to her cunt. I started in. But she pulled back at little.

"Just watch," she whispered. She parted her cunt lips and began to rub herself
for me to see.

I was amazed at the way her body swayed to her own touch. She gently rubbed her
clit while her other hand opened her lips. She shut her eyes and started
panting. Soon she moved her left hand and pushed her middle finger deep inside
her cunt. Then another finger until she had three fingers working slowly in and
out.

She opened her eyes and watched me watching her.

"Want to taste?" She smiled. I opened my mouth and she offered me her middle
finger. I sucked on it like a baby sucking his mamma's teat. The taste was like
nothing I've ever experienced. I moaned deeply as I sucked on her finger. The
musky flavor made we want more. Tracy then put her other fingers in my mouth.

"Wank for me," She commanded. I started to jerk off, complying with her orders.
She tilted her head and watched me stroke myself for her.

"Very nice," she complimented me. She pulled her fingers from my mouth and
pulled my head into her groin. My tongue darted out between her cunt lips as I
tasted her womanhood.

"That's it, ugh, oh yes" she barked as she ground her hips into my mouth. I
kept on wanking. She kept of mashing her cunt into my mouth.

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my up. She opened her mouth and I
kissed her, transferring her juices. She licked my lips trying to get each last
morsel.

She spun around and leant forward. Her cute ass rose into the air. Jets of
water hit her back and sprayed out everywhere. She opened her legs and looking
over her shoulder she said, "Fuck me Kyle."

With one hand I guided my cock into her steaming gash. My head eased its way
deeper into her slick snatch. In one movement I thrust as deep as I could. She
bucked under my movement and almost fell over.

"Sorry..." I started.

"No, more, faster, harder" She shouted. Tracy gripped the shower pipe that ran
up the wall and planted her feet firmly apart. I gripped her hips in both hands
and thrust again. Her head fell between her arms, giving her a perfect view of
my cock plundering her cunt.

"Oh yes, that's beautiful," She hissed.

I fucked her hard, trying to emulate her brother's action from earlier on. She
was grunting and squealing.

"Ugh, Oh fuck me Kyle." I built up a rapid motion thrusting, pulling and
twisting as I stuck again and again. I would pull back and plunge my hips
forward. Our body contact made a splashing sound as I bounced into her round
firm ass. She dropped one hand which went between her thighs. She rubbed her
clit furiously as I fucked her.

"Yes, yes, yes," she panted. I fucked as hard and as fast as I could. I felt my
cock swell and knew I was about to come.

"Trace, Trace," I panted.

"Come inside me," she begged. With that I gave one final thrust and shot
everything into her tight cunt. It seemed like hours.

We eventually slipped to the floor of the shower panting and laughing. The
water began to cool.

Part 4: "Now."

Eventually that wonderful Christmas at my Aunt's house had to come to an end.
Tracy and I fucked each other several times. We took every opportunity to
explore each other. It was a miracle that we were never caught. When I think
back now, we came so close each time we snuck off to be alone. We went to the
mountains and camped by the riverside. Our respective parents shared two
bungalows while the kids spread out over four tents. Tracy and I had developed
a look that each of us would recognize. We would somehow break away from the
extended family and disappear into the woods, to one of the disused sheds or
sneak into the ablution blocks after hours to satisfy our incestuous urges.

A decade has past. I have not spoken to Tracy since then and although I
frequently thought about her I have never mentioned our couplings to anyone. I
married a year ago and through the family grapevine I heard that Tracy had
fallen pregnant and had a two-year-old girl. Her boyfriend ran like a
jackrabbit when he heard. Tracy moved out of her house and shared an apartment
with a close girl friend (Not Gail!).

As time went by I secured a good job with a growing computer company. My
position called for me to set up regional offices for our expanding company. I
spent a few months travelling the country interviewing prospective candidates
to run the respective branches. Eventually my travels took me to Tracy's
hometown. Although I had been married a year, I knew my wife for three years
before we married. I never once cheated on her, as I had no need to. I
satisfied my wife in practically every way I could. I provided her with the
financial security she needed, we were open about (nearly) everything, and I
knew that our lovemaking was incredible. My wife often told me that of all the
men she had been with I was the only one who knew which buttons to push. She
said that I must have had a great tutor. Sure, there were times when we simply
fucked for the sake of fucking. I think that at times she liked being treated
as a common whore. I recall one particular evening she asked me to pick her up
in a bar. We went to a smoky dump of a bar. She entered first and I followed
fifteen minutes later. I was amazed to see three men had already tried to pick
her up, buying her drinks and trying out their best come-on lines on her.

I sat in the corner of the bar and watched for an hour while she would cock
tease each of them, always touching them on their arms and giggling at the
right time. She gave me the signal and I approached the bar where she had drawn
so much attention. I ordered a drink and stayed put. I eaves dropped on the men
chatting my wife up. Man, they were so lame. I took a swig of my beer and
casually walked up to her and said loud enough,

"I saw you playing pool here the other night. You managed to hustle at least
250 bucks."

"Yeah? And your point is?"

"Well, I know you're really good, but somehow I doubt you'd be able to hold
your own under some real pressure". She seemed to consider this for a while.

"What kind of pressure?"

"I don't play for money, I play for favors," I said slyly.

"Favors, huh? And just what kind of favor do you have in mind?"

"Hmmm..." I said looking her up and down "Let's play toilet rules."

"Toilet rules? Never heard about toilet rules"

"It's simple, one game only, If I win, you join me in the toilets." The four
men who had gathered around my wife were grinning from ear to ear. They were
sure that she'd slap my face, or at least throw the remains of her drink in it.
Instead she mulled my proposition over, eyed me out as if for the first time
and asked, "What if I win?" I reached into my wallet and took out $500.00. and
gave it to the barman for safekeeping. Her eyes lit up, one of the men moaned a
little. I thought I heard another say something like, "Man what a sucker."

"The way I see it..." I started "either way you win."

She took one last swig of her drink, handed me her glass and said, "Get me a
refill while I rack up."

She slid off her barstool and headed towards the pool table. The men started
taking side bets. It seemed that I was up for an ass whipping. My wife set the
table and broke. The balls scattered around the green tabletop. One solid sat
on the edge of the corner pocket and lazily dropped in. She moved around the
table and bent over. Her sluttish mini skirt rose up, giving all present a
great view of her ass. The men whooped it up as they watched her slam the next
ball across the table into the top end corner pocket. She chalked her cue and
with her sultry pouty lips she blew the blue chalk off the top. The barflies
chuckled and slapped me on my back as I sat there perched with my cue between
my knees.

My wife proceeded to clear the table, never once missing a shot. Each ball
rocketed into an awaiting pocket. When she sank the 8 ball she tossed her cue
onto the table as she walked as seductively as possible up to the bar. The
entire bar had watched her thrash my ass, and were all laughing. I sat there on
the barstool with a grin pasted on my face. She stood in front of me and held
out her hand, palm up. The barman handed her the money. She licked her lips as
she counted the cash and stuffed it into her black tank top. She lit a
cigarette and blew the smoke in my face. The audience was hanging on her every
move.

"Now, that was the easiest five hundred I ever made..." she said with a grin
"It just doesn't seem fair, does it?" I just nodded my head to the side
acknowledging that I was truly whipped. She gathered up her small handbag and
turned to leave. One of the men handed me a beer. She took a few steps away and
turned and said.

"Ladies or gents?" The entire bar went silent. I handed the man his beer and
said "Hold onto this for me" and followed her to the ladies room.

The bar was so quiet that I could hear her high heels clicking as she went
through the door. I looked over my shoulder to see that every eye in the bar
was staring in utter disbelief as I followed her in.

She went up to one of the basins and pretended to fix her make up in the
mirror. I came up behind her and lifted her skirt up over her ass. She leant
forward and opened her legs to accommodate me. I simply unzipped my fly and
pulled my cock through the fly. I peeled aside her panties and using my
fingers, I opened her snatch and thrust my cock in as hard as I could. She
gasped as I entered her; she began thrusting her hips back at me.

"You like this don't you? You dirty little slut," I hissed as I rode her.

"Yessss," she said gritting her teeth.

"Say it!" I barked gripping her hips in my hand. My cock made squelching noises
as it rammed into her cunt.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck, I like it! Fuck my little cunt, please fuck me." This type
of cursing was normally reserved for our role-playing and it excited us both.

I leant over her back, my hand found her clit and I rubbed it hard. I watched
her reflection in the mirror as I whispered into her ear. "You're such a filthy
little cock sucking whore aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm your whore. A cock sucking whore."

"Well my little whore, get on your knees and start sucking"

I pulled out as she spun and dropped into a squatting position. Her left hand
went directly to her puffy cunt lips as she gripped my cock with her right
hand. Grunting she dove her mouth onto my throbbing cock. She slurped on my
cock as I fucked her face with savage abandon. I felt my climax building,
pulled my cock out of her mouth and wanked the head with my thumb and index
finger. My wife opened her mouth as wide as she could. I smoothed her damp hair
from her face and shot my bolt directly into her waiting mouth.

"Swallow it all you slut!" I shouted as another blast shot into her mouth. I
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face onto my cock as the last
stream of my sticky white cum spilled into her throat. She gagged and tried her
hardest to swallow.

I stepped back, zipped up and calmly walked out and headed for the bar. I sat
at my stool and took possession of my beer and drank hard. My wife took a few
minutes to try and get her clothes rearranged and staggered out of the ladies
and trying to look respectable she stumbled out of the bar. I finished my beer,
feeling every eye piercing the back of my head. I pattered the bar and stood
up, nodded thanks to the barman and whistling I walked out.

My wife was waiting for me in the car. We drove home laughing and retelling the
proceedings of the evening. When we got home, I asked her for my $500.00

"Fuck you!" she laughed, "I earned this fair and square". Later that night I
let her abuse me, just a little.

My flight arrived at 09:00 on the Friday, I took possession of my rented car
and by 11:30 I was in my hotel room busy interviewing prospective branch
managers. By 5.30pm I had seen everyone that I wanted to. I reported back to my
head office and advised them that progress was good and that I would brief
senior management on my return. My Managing Director said that I should extend
my stay at the hotel and take in some sights. A small gesture for the great
work I had put in.

This was my last leg of my countrywide trip. I had been away from home for
three weeks now. The prospect of spending another night living out of a
suitcase was not too appealing. I told my boss that I'd give it some thought. I
was a bit bushed and maybe a good night's sleep would be welcomed. I
tentatively decided to stay the Friday and return the following morning. I went
down stairs to see what the hotel staff could recommend in the way of
restaurants in the area. While waiting for the front desk to quieten up a
little I wandered into the small intimate ladies bar. As I sat down I heard a
booming voice shout out, "Kyle? Hey Kyle!"

I turned around to see my cousin Mark standing up from his table. Across the
way from him sat a young woman who was deep in conversation on her cellular
phone.

"Mark, hey man how are you?" I asked from across the room. Mark met me half way
and we shook hands. Smiling broadly Mark introduced me to his wife, Kathy. She
nodded hello and continued talking into the mouthpiece of her phone. "Not too
shabby" he replied patting his considerable belly, "so what you doing here?" he
asked.

"Business" I offered with a sigh.

"Yeah what you do you do?" he queried.

"Computers" I said matter-of-factly. "I'm trying to set up a branch here."

"Fuck man, I haven't seen you in ages" Mark lost all interest in my motive for
being in his hometown as he cleared space from the small cubicle for me to
place my beer.

We spent a few minutes catching up over the past decade while Kathy kept on
chatting away into her mobile phone, practically oblivious to my existence. I
knew then that Mark was just glad that he did not have to compete with the
phone. Over a few beers I learnt all about his somewhat boring life, I tried to
sound nonchalant about Tracy asking general family type questions. It seemed as
though I would not learn more than I already knew. I was about to excuse myself
by citing a really tough day and just as I got up, Kathy put her hand over the
mouthpiece I read her lips as she whispered to Mark, "Tracy wants you to invite
Kyle to the party" and promptly resumed her unstoppable chatting. At least
that's what I thought she said. Tracy! My heart started racing, my breathing
faltered for a second and I almost knocked my drink over.

"Yeah man, sure why not?" Mark seemed amazed that he had not thought of the
idea first. "Kyle, you want to come to a party tonight?"

I acted surprised, not wanting him to know my feelings. "Party?" I quizzed.

"Yeah, Kathy's birthday. She's having a few friends over for a barbecue."

"Um, I don't know Mark, I'll feel like a spare wheel."

"Bullshit man, you're family. Tracy will be there, she can look after you"

"T..T..Tracy?" I stuttered.

"Y..Y..Yes," he retorted teasing my stutter. "Come on man. It'll be great. We
can get pissed have a joint or two. Fuck, it will be like old times"

Like old times, I thought. "Okay, but you better draw me a map."

With that Mark rubbed his hands together as if he was about to shuffle a deck
of cards and drew a crude map on the back of a napkin. I listened closely as he
gave me directions. I promised to see them later, Kathy waved goodbye never
stopping her incessant gabbing. I dashed upstairs to shower and change.

Just as I closed the door my cellular phone rang. The caller ID told me it was
my wife. My heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath and answered. She missed
me very much and was counting the hours until I was home. I tried to sound
tired and worn out, but it was a lie. The prospect of seeing Tracy had given me
a kick-start. I blew kisses into the phone and hung up. I switched it off and
tossed it into my suitcase. No more interruptions.

I navigated my journey to Mark's house easily enough and arrived there at
8.30pm. There were several cars parked outside the yard and I could hear the
strains of music filtering through the night air. Just as I was about to ring
the bell, the door swung open and Mark lumbered out. "Kyle, you motherfucker."
He was clearly on his way to being pissed or stoned or both.

He led me into the house. Kathy was not surprisingly sitting on a small stool
talking into the phone. She had one finger in her free ear as she yelled into
the phone. I waved a small hello as I passed her. She looked up, smiled and
carried on yelling. Mark introduced me to some of his friends and all the while
I was looking for Tracy. It became clear that she was not here.

I was handed a beer and after a few sips I asked Mark where his sister was. "Oh
yeah, she had a problem getting a baby-sitter for the kid...." My heart sank. -
Fuck I almost said aloud, - "....so she's dropping Lindsay off at the folks
house. She'll be here soon."

I had to physically stop myself from grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Oh, cool" I
tried not too seem over excited.

Four beers later, Tracy arrived. I watched as she glided through the people
gathered to celebrate Kathy's birthday - if only she would get off the phone
long enough to notice -. She smiled and greeted each person, kissing some on
their cheeks, hugging others. She had grown into an incredibly beautiful young
woman. Her hair was lighter than I remembered, Her skirt swirled around her
long slender legs as she made her way through the crowd.

My heart was pounding in my ears. This feeling was entirely new to me. I had
never felt this excited about any one person before. My hands were clammy and I
was sure that I broke into a cold sweat when she finally came to me.

"Kyle," she said as she looked up at me.

"Trace," I answered softly. She reached up and gave me a family peck on my
cheek. I wanted to dip my head, forcing her to kiss me on the lips, but sanity
took control.

"I'd like you to meet Ray." I looked around sharply and noticed for the first
time, that she was with another man. He was heavily set. Tattoos along his
forearm and he sported long greasy black hair. Ray extended his hand and I
shook it. His grip was hard and almost threatening. I could not believe that
she was with this creep. I stared in amazement as she introduced her boyfriend.

Ray seemed impatient and as soon as he could he said, "Tracy has been talking
about you all evening Kyle. I'm sure you have much to catch up on. I think I
hear a beer calling." He turned and kissed Tracy briefly on her cheek and
trotted up into the house.

We chatted for ages. Time slipped by as she told me about her life, bringing up
her daughter. How Lindsay's father deserted them and how she had little faith
in men. I kept my history to a minimum. I let her talk as much as she wanted
to. I told her about my wife, but emphasized that we were only married for a
year. I knew that I was drawing only a thin outline of my existence, but some
how I sensed that too much detail would be unwarranted. We drank and laughed
about the times we spent together, the tricks we played on our families and the
fun we had as a group. Not once was mention made of our couplings. It just
seemed better this way.

Eventually the topic changed to Ray. She told me that she had been seeing him
for a few weeks. He apparently had a good heart, but she thought he was
selfish. It was not uncommon for him to leave her at a party while he and his
cronies went raving around town. In a my own selfish way, I hoped that Ray had
not changed his spots.

There was a commotion in the house. Ray had started yet another fight. Shouting
from inside had Tracy running to see what was happening. Ray was staggering
around the lounge, swinging his arms aimlessly. Mark tackled him and in some
kind of drunken ballet they teetered and fell crashing to the floor. Kathy was
screaming, spitting curses at the two as they wrestled on her carpet. My first
thought on seeing this was - man, she's off the phone! Mark finally got the
upper hand and pinned Ray to the floor. After much debating about who started
it, Mark decided that he would drive Ray home. Tracy went to help Ray to his
feet.

I was sure that this was the end of my family reunion. Tracy took him to the
car and pushed him into the passenger seat. She came back to where I was
standing and said, "I guess I should make sure he gets home. He lives on the
other side of town, it's quite a way to go."

I looked long and hard into her sad eyes. It was obvious that she did not want
to go, and that she was deeply embarrassed by his behavior.

"Don't go," I said, trying to sound firm, but not intimidating. "Let Mark take
him, I'll drive you home. When you are ready to go"

She looked up at me for a while and then she walked up to the waiting car. She
said something to her brother and stepped back from the car. Mark turned the
ignition and hear steered the car out of the drive. Ray was slumped in the
front seat. His head rolled around like a ventriloquist's dummy.

We spent another hour sitting by the pool talking. Ray had lived up to his
reputation and I was happy to have met him. At midnight quiet a few people
began leaving. I took the cue and led Tracy to my car. I wanted to thank Kathy,
but she was busy talking to Mark on the phone. I didn't even bother.

As we left Kathy's house, Tracy asked where I was staying, what the rooms were
like, and would I be able to find it this late. I delayed answering her until I
reach a red traffic light. I stopped and turned to her.

"Tracy, I want you to come with me," I said earnestly. She stared ahead not
saying anything. I watched her chest heaving as she breathed. The lights
changed and I began driving. "Okay, here's what I'm going to do. I am going to
drive to my hotel. If at any time you want me to take you home, you just show
me where to turn."

Tracy said nothing as I drove back towards the city center. I parked outside
the hotel, got out and opened her door. She sat there just gazing out ahead. I
was about to close the door when she slowly extended her leg and stepped out of
the car. We entered the hotel and went into the same bar where I met Mark
earlier. I ordered two brandies and as we sipped on them she finally spoke.
"Are you going to show me your room now?"

I took her by the hand and led her to the elevator. The doors creaked closed as
we rode the old lift up towards the 12th floor. The silence was deafening. The
closeness of the small elevator was constrictive. I turned to her and she
looked up at me. We kissed. Gently at first and then with vigor as our passion
took control. She was breathing heavily as I backed her into the corner of the
elevator. The car creaked and groaned as it slowly climbed upwards. I lifted
her off her feet and she settled on the handrail that ran around the car. I
hiked her skirt up with my free hand. She was panting as I bunched it up around
her waist. I sank to my knees and she leant all the way back against the wall
of the elevator car. She gripped the handrail to keep from falling forward. I
ran my tongue up her leg until I came to the junction of her thighs. She was
naked underneath, my cock throbbed in my jeans. I snaked my tongue upward
further expecting to meet with her soft pubic hairs, but there were none.. She
was shaved smooth.

I gasped out aloud as I dipped my tongue into her crevice. I tasted her musky
flavor. It brought back flashes from so many years before. I gripped her thighs
as I worked my mouth over her cunt. I licked her from her asshole up to her
clit. Stopping to plunge my tongue into her dripping cunt hole. I sucked on her
engorged clit, biting softly and she mewed with pleasure. Her juices ran down
my face to my chin. She rocked her hips as much as the car would allow.. In
short jerked motions she fucked my face with her sopping cunt. She sobbed out
my name as she came heavily into my mouth. I was reminded of just how much she
gushed when she came. I drank in her juice. The elevator creaked and ground to
a labored halt as it reached my floor. The old iron doors slid open. Luckily
there was no one in the hall.

We regained our composure and I led her to my room. I let her in and locked the
door after me. Tracy went to the huge windows, which were open. She leant out
and took in the night view. Lights blinked and winked at her. I stood behind
her admiring her sweet ass. I stripped silently and walked up to her. I undid
her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Still facing the window she lifted her
top over her head and reached behind and undid her bra. She dropped them to the
floor next to her skirt. With my knee I nudged her legs apart she moved them to
meet my request. With her hair swirling in the night breeze, I watched as she
bent forward displaying her glistening cunt up at me. It was the most beautiful
thing I had ever seen. Her cuntlips were slick with her come and my spit. She
rubbed her legs together and her pussy moved invitingly. I stroked my cock as I
approached her, my pre-cum spreading the full length of my cock.. My cock head
was so engorged it was purple. I rubbed it along the length of her slit. It
picked up her juices as it slid freely along her labia. The sensation was like
a current. I moaned as I rubbed a little faster, a little harder. Tracy was now
leaning with her elbows on the windowsill. I gently caressed her ass, opening
her snatch as I made circular motions. Somewhere in the distance I heard her
moaning, "Oh Kyle, please stick it in me".

I couldn't wait any more, I pulled her lips apart and lunged forward. Mt cock
plunged into her cunt. She shot upright and still thrust back to meet my lunge.
I slid into her depths effortlessly. She brought her head around and I kissed
her hard and full on her mouth. She tasted her own come as she sucked on my
tongue.. I fucked her as she stood there, heaving up into her. With each thrust
she lifted off the floor. My cock bottomed out into her cunt. I ran my hands up
her front and found her breasts. They had filled out considerably, since I last
held them. I squeezed her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.

"Oh,Ugh, yes, more, harder," she grunted. Sweat ran down my face and chest as I
slammed into her. I pushed her down further onto the windowsill. She spread her
legs as I gripped her hips and pulled her back onto my cock and thrust as hard
as I could.

"Don't come, please don't come yet," she begged. I was like a man possessed. I
was rutting against her with very little control. She lunged back and in a
flash shot forward. My cock popped out of her cunt.

"WAIT!" she shouted. I stood there bewildered. "Wait" she said softer this
time.

I stood there with my cock throbbing in mid air. She made her way onto the bed
and facing the wall she pulled herself up onto the headboard. She wagged her
ass at me and beckoned me over. I knelt behind her, she brushed my hand away
from my cock. She took it and rubbed my head against her cunt lips again. She
lubricated it with her juices. She dropped her head down into the pillows and
in a whisper she said, "In my ass".

I could not believe it. I bent down and licked her puckered hole. I darted my
tongue in as far as I could and she squealed. I had to do it now. I rubbed my
cock head around her hole, working it gently in. The purple tip was in. I was
careful not to hurt her. She was grunting as I inched forward.

"Fuck me now Kyle. Fuck me now."

I lunged forward. She screamed. I stopped.

"NO, DON'T STOP!" she shouted.

I took up the pace, her ass hole gripped my cock like a vice. I watched amazed
as it expanded around my shaft. I took long strokes as I pumped her harder and
faster. Tracy's head was banging against the board with every strike. I needed
to get deeper, more and more. I crouched up behind her on my haunches as I
dipped into her ass.

"FASTER," she wailed.

I fucked her ass for all my worth. My heavy balls swung and slapped her cunt.
Sweat stung my eyes. I looked down to see both her hands working furiously
under her mound. She hand two fingers up her cunt, and was rubbing her clit. I
could feel her long slender finger rubbing through her vaginal walls against my
shaft and that took me over the edge.

"Yes, oh Tracy yes baby," I moaned.

"NOW, COME IN ME NOW," she shouted into the pillows. I released my load and it
shot into her ass hole. I poured jets of milky come into her. She kept on
rocking her cunt onto her hands and slowly she came to a gradual rest. We lay
there for ages, breathing heavily as the room swung around us.

The End.

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