When I was 12, my Mom, Rebecca, died in a car crash. I
was an only child and when we got the news, my father,
Dan, and I could hardly function. The funeral was
especially tough. My mother had an identical twin,
Patricia, or Patti, and she was there, along with her
two daughters, Emmanuelle, 6, and Mia, 9. I remember
them the most simply because, with Aunt Patti there, it
looked like my Mom was sitting next to us at her own
funeral.
After that day, we never saw Aunt Patti or my cousins
again. My father would keep in touch with Patti, mainly
through phone calls around the holidays. As time went
on, Dad and I helped each other through a lot. He also
talked about Mom and Aunt Patti back when he met them.
He said although they looked alike, Patti was the wild
one and Mom was more reserved. Patti was the athlete
and socialite, while Mom was an A student and very shy.
By the end of high school, I found that my Dad had
become my best friend and I was afraid to leave him
alone when I went to school. So I went to the local
community college for the first year, against Dad's
constant argument that I should advance myself and go
to a renowned school and study, "like Mom would". After
a year of dreary classes and his pestering me to move
on, I did, enrolling in a private school about two
hours south. Close to Dad, but a school he approved.
When I was young and Mom was alive, Dad sold his
contracting business to a big regional outfit, they
kept him on as a VP, but it was mostly ceremonial. He
attended lots of conferences, dinners, and parties, and
would negotiate some bigger deals with folks he knew
from running his own business. We weren't exactly in
the top 1%, but money was never a problem. We had a
three story house in the southwest US and a pool, and
could vacation when we wanted, but Dad never paraded
his wealth around.
Dad's financial success is the catalyst that changed my
life forever. Towards the end of my junior year, I
called Dad for our weekly chat.
"I heard from Aunt Patti today, Son. She is leaving
Jack (her latest husband) and is broke. She needs a
place to stay for the summer while she gets her feet
back under her. I offered her and the girls the bottom
floor. I also offered her a loan, but she declined. She
wants to get a job and earn her keep, she says"
I was silent for a while, letting the news sink in. I
always came home for summer and worked construction for
one of Dad's old friends. I told him I always did it
for the money, but really I wanted to see him over the
break.
"So I hope you don't mind the company," he said.
"No, not at all," I replied, "things will just be...
different, I guess."
**
I came home late on a Wednesday night in May. I pulled
up in the driveway of my Dad's place and grabbed my
bag. Dad greeted me at the door with a big bear hug.
"Welcome home, son!" I walked into the living room and
stopped in my tracks. There were two gorgeous girls on
our couch. I didn't recognize either girl. "My cousins
have hot friends" I thought to myself.
"You remember your cousins, don't you, Matt? Emmanuelle
and Mia," my Dad prompted.
"Holy Shit!" I Thought. "These hot 'friends' are my
cousins."
"Hi, Matt!" the tall blonde jumped up from the couch
and gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. "I'm
Emmy!"
Emmanuelle had certainly grown. Dad had told me she was
a freshman, but nothing about her looked 15. I guessed
she was about 5'7", with blonde hair past her
shoulders, big blue eyes, and a gorgeous face. She was
thin as a model, except she had B-cup breasts that
jutted out from her chest.
"Hi, Emmy," I managed to respond.
I turned to look at Emmy's sister.
"Hey," said Mia, glancing up from In Touch long enough
to look at me and give a half-hearted smile.
Mia was sitting down, but she could have been covered
in blankets and still been incredibly sexy. At 18, she
was all the things her sister wasn't, shorter, about
5'4", raven hair stylishly cut at her neck, and a near-
perfect hourglass figure. Hips and a butt that, while
she walked away, I would stare at more than once that
summer, and D-cup tits that looked straight out of the
celebrity rag she was reading.
"Hi, Matt," I heard a voice from behind me. I turned to
see...my mom? No, it was Aunt Patti, but she looked so
much like Mom, that I had to fight back the tears. She
gave me a big hug and she and Dad helped me with my
things.
**
I slept in late the next morning, letting another
year's worth of school and stress melt away. Dad stayed
home from work, as he was want to do the first couple
days I was home. We made small talk while I ate
breakfast and then he said
"Son, I'm going to a conference this weekend in Denver.
This one will be a bore, but, just so you know, I'm
bringing your aunt."
I must have had a shocked look on my face because he
said: "Now, we're not dating or anything, I just
thought she might like to come to the big city and do
some shopping. Emmy's birthday is coming up and so is
Mia's graduation. Anyway, I need you to drive Emmy to
school tomorrow at noon. She's not going to school
because she has a softball tournament, but her bus
doesn't leave until then. Would you mind?"
"Not at all, Dad." I replied. "It's not like I had
anything to do anyway."
"Good, because I need you to keep an eye on Mia."
"Oh?" I responded.
"Well," Dad started, "Patti's worried about her
behavior and with us and Emmy gone until Sunday...
she's just worried, that's all". Aunt Pattie came
downstairs, and she and Dad drove out to the airport.
"I'll see you Sunday, son."
"Have fun in Denver, Dad."
Friday morning Emmy woke me up a little after 9.
"You want to go for a swim?" She asked. I could hardly
believe my eyes; she was wearing a yellow two-piece
bikini that barely covered her.
"Uh, sure," I said, groggily. "Let me get dressed."
"Okay!" Emmy said and left my room and closed the door.
"Whoa," I mumbled to myself while I look for a suit,
what a body Emmy had!
By the time I made it out to the pool, Emmy was already
in, shooting baskets at the adjustable hoop my Dad had
bought me during my short-lived stint on the JV
basketball team.
"You wanna play some 1 on 1?" Emmy asked, sinking
another basket.
"I don't know, Emmy. Dad tells me you're a dynamo on
the girls' squad." Emmy was a three sport athlete:
volleyball, basketball, and softball. She needed
something to get rid of all her excess energy.
"Aw, not really," Emmy said.
I jumped in and tried to steal the ball from her.
"Oh no you don't!" Emmy shrieked. She broke free and
made a lay-up. "1-0" she proclaimed.
"First to 10?"
"You're on," I replied, and actually got the ball from
her this time.
"Hey!" she squealed with mock anger, "I wasn't ready!"
Emmy's defensive strategy in pool basketball must be
different than on the court, because she was all over
me. Literally. She would jump on me and try to swat the
ball from my hands, scream, and giggle.
By the time it was 2-2, smothering me with her nearly-
nude body was beginning to have an effect on my suit. I
didn't know what Emmy would do if the next time she
pounced on me she felt my erection, but I didn't want
to find out. The rest of the game I took long shots
instead of going for easy lay-ins. My height advantage
was gone and Emmy quickly rang up the score with her
athletic ability.
"10-6!" She screamed after swishing the game-winner "I
win!" I muttered something about surely beating her
next time. "Yeah right, I'll take you on anytime!" Emmy
replied confidently "but now I want to get some sun". I
deliberately did not watch her lithe body ascend from
the pool and told her I needed to do some laps before
we left. I said it under the guise of a workout, but
really I just needed time for my raging boner to go
away. After ten laps, I was back to normal.
When I came up out of the pool, I couldn't believe my
eyes. There was Emmy, fully reclined, sunning herself
on one of the lounge chairs, and completely naked. Her
suit was wadded up next to her, her body still
glistening from the water.
"Just going to catch some sun before we go," she said
casually.
"Uh, sure" I managed to reply. I quickly turned away
and busied myself with drying out my suit. I would
never be able to get that image out of my head, though.
Emmy, naked, perfect nipples pointed straight up in the
air, not a pound of fat below her breasts, and a puff
of blonde hair over her crotch.
"Aren't you going to get some sun?" She asked.
"I, uh, hadn't thought about it," I responded, with my
back still towards her.
"Matt," Emmy said as she sat up. "Look at me!"
Slowly I turned. Trying, and failing, to keep my gaze
at her face. "Some sun would be great for you; you
spend too much time inside at school. Go ahead."
"Nah, I should get ready."
As I turned and started walking towards the house, Emmy
whispered something. "What was that?" I asked, looking
over my shoulder.
"It's not fair," Emmy said, quietly. "You get to see
me, but I'll never see you."
"What are you talking about, Emmy?" I asked.
"Just please let me see yours, Matt. I won't tell
anyone. Not Mia, or Mom, or Dan. Pretty please?"
"You want to see me naked?!" I was astonished.
"Yes!" Emmy pleaded, running towards me. "Mia tells me
all these stories about her, y'know, boyfriends, and I
just can't picture, y'know, how it works."
As she was talking, Emmy put her hands on the front of
suit, absent-mindedly playing with the drawstring.
"Please, Matt. Just this once. It will be our little
secret."
I just stood there with my mouth agape, unable to
believe my ears or eyes. Emmy took my silence as
consent as she began to untie the string that held up
my suit. She slowly pushed them down after they were
untied.
"Wow!" She quietly exclaimed as she came eye-to-eye
with my now 3/4 erect cock. "It's beautiful" she
murmured as she reached out to grab it.
"Uh, Emmy..." I tried to resist but she slowly started
to stroke me, up and down the full length of my tool.
"Is this how you do it?" She asked innocently, looking
up at me.
"Emmy! Stop! This is completely inappropriate!" I
wanted to shout. Instead all that came out of my mouth
was: "Uh... yeah..."
My soldier quickly rose to full attention as Emmy
slowly, delicately moved her hand back and forth.
Unconsciously, I let me head fall back and closed my
eyes, completed focused on how good this felt.
"Whoa!" I managed to yelp as the feeling suddenly
changed. Emmy had stuck the head of my cock into her
mouth.
"What?" She asked, taking me out of her mouth, but not
letting go with her hand. "Does this hurt?"
"No, but..." After she heard me say no she went back to
my cock with abandon. She tried to fit it all in,
getting most of the way there before pulling it out and
trying again. Soon she built up a rhythm, and I was a
slave to it. It was definitely not the world's greatest
blowjob, but having a gorgeous, underage, relative
perform unexpected fellatio in your backyard has a
magical effect on the nervous system.
Emmy was pretty good at teaching herself what to do, as
soon her hand returned to stroke the base of my cock
where her mouth couldn't reach. This made me emit a
low, long moan as my cock gotten even harder.
"Mmm," was all I heard from Emmy as she livened up the
pace of her sucking and stroking. I looked down long
enough to see her beautiful golden hair bobbing back
and forth in the sun as she worked. Moving my head, I
looked under her arm to view her beautiful, perfectly-
proportioned breasts swaying back and forth, nipples
hard as stone. That's when it hit me, all at once, her
age, beauty, and natural talent overwhelmed me.
"I'm going to cum, Emmy!" I managed to blurt out.
Before she could respond or prepare, I groaned and shot
load after load of cum into her mouth. I grabbed her
hand to stop stroking, but let her mouth keep bobbing
back and forth and she milked all the cum I could make.
When I was finally done, Emmy pulled away, swallowed a
few times, and declared, "Mia was right, that IS fun!"
I laughed out loud and fell down on a lawn chair,
completely in shock. Emmy got up, grabbed her suit, and
said, "Well, we'd better get going. I don't want to
miss the bus. You can still drive me to school, right?"
"Uh, yeah, of course," I responded. After her
performance this morning, I was ready to forget about
the chores Dad had for me, tell Mia to take care of
herself this weekend, and whisk Emmy off to a hotel for
48 hours of fun. Emmy, however, was all business.
"Well get dressed, we should leave in ten minutes" She
said as she walked through the back door and back into
the house.
I sat on the chair a few more seconds, suit around my
ankles, trying to make sense of the last ten minutes.
My little cousin had seduced me, sucked me dry, and now
wanted to go to her softball game. I couldn't
understand her thinking, I could only go along with it.
I went in found my clothes and headed downstairs. Emmy
was standing by the car, all packed up for a weekend
with the softball team.
"Ready?" She asked.
"Uh yeah," I muttered as I unlocked the car.
The whole ride to her school, Emmy was talking the same
light-hearted, jovial way she always did. I could only
give her monosyllabic responses. Most of my brainpower
was working on trying to figure this girl out. Had I
just been used? Was this some sort of dare? Who would
she tell? What was going to happen?
"Matt! You just passed the turn. What's going on with
you? You're awfully quiet."
"Emmy!" I said with an exasperated sigh, "I'm just
trying to figure out what the hell happened back
there!" I had turned around and we were pulling up to
the school bus.
"By the pool?" Emmy asked.
"Well, yes," I said.
"Don't worry," she said, "I thought it was fun! We'll
do it again soon. I promise. I just am excited about
this tournament! See ya cuz!" And with a kiss on the
cheek, she bounded out of the car towards her team.
Leaving me scratching my head the whole drive back to
the house.
When I arrived home, MTV was blaring, and I could hear
noise coming from elsewhere. I walked into the kitchen
and found Mia bent over, digging through the fridge.
She was singing at the top of her lungs (rather poorly)
and was bobbing her ass back and forth to the beat. I
took a second to admire that ass, clad in only blue
short shorts, before announcing my presence.
"Hi Mia!"
Mia screamed and jumped up in the air. "Goddammit,
Matt, you scared the piss out of me!" Mia laughed. She
went back to reheating some pizza from last night's
dinner.
"What are you doing home?" I asked.
"Well," she said, looking up from the microwave, "is
Emmy home?"
"No, I just dropped her off."
"Oh, good. It's just that, well, it's Friday, the
weather is beautiful, and I decided to cut my afternoon
classes. I mean, Math and Physics on a day like today?
No way!" I was definitely relieved that she hadn't
decided to skip school any earlier and stumble across
her sister and I. "Please don't tell Mom or Dan."
"I won't tell anybody, Mia," I replied. "You're old
enough to make your own decisions." I had learned a lot
about Mia today. From her sister I learned she was no
stranger to male genitalia, and just now I found out
she swears like a sailor and skips school. I thought
telling her she was old enough would be "cool" to her.
"You think so?" she asked, pulling the pizza from the
microwave.
"Sure," I said.
"Well, then...do you think I could have some friends
over tonight? All girls. No boys or anything."
"I don't see why not," I said.
"Cool. And, Matt, could I ask another favor?"
"Sure, Mia, what did you have in mind?" I reached into
the fridge for some pizza as well. This was the longest
single conversation I had had with Mia since my
arrival, and it was nice to talk to her as a peer, or
acquaintance, instead of a stranger.
"Well," she hesitated; "do you think you could by us
some alcohol?"
"Uh..." I was trying to stall and buy some time to
think.
"Oh, please, Matt!" she pleaded "I won't let any of the
girls drive home, I won't tell Mom or Dan or even Emmy
and I'll have it all cleaned up before you even get up
in the morning! Pretty please!" During her rant she had
taken a few barefoot steps closer to me and was swaying
back and forth slightly, giving me a chance to see her
chest jiggle back and forth. She had used this tactic
before, I was sure.
"OK, Mia," I said, she squealed and gave me a quick
hug.
"I knew you'd be a cool cousin," she said, she ran off
to her room and came back with a $50 bill. "I like
fruity drinks, so whatever you think would be good for
that."
"Where did you get a $50?" I asked. "Allowance," she
replied, and went singing back into the living room
with her pizza and MTV.
**
Mia told her friends to come over about 8. They had all
told their folks they were staying the night, so right
before anyone arrived, I reminded Mia not to let anyone
drive.
"I said I would, Matt. Chill out. I'm not an idiot."
Her demeanor had slid back into her normal mode while I
was at the liquor store.
"That bitch," I thought, "was just sweet long enough to
get what she wanted." I vowed to learn a lesson. I had
bought a fifth of vodka and rum for the girls, along
with some fruit juice and a couple of bottles of cheap
wine. For myself, I bought a 12 of microbrews, figuring
that no teenage girl drinks beer. I took up a spot in
the living room on the couch with the last of the
leftover pizza, a beer, and the NBA.
For the most part, Mia's friends would arrive without
incident, the doorbell would ring, Mia would run out
from her room, swing open the door, both girls would
squeal, and the would run through the living room to
the kitchen to make drinks. They would take them back
to her room, completely ignoring me. Her friends all
looked like the popular senior girls I could remember
from my high school days.
Dressed and made up so they thought they looked hotter
than they really were. Most seemed rather flighty, not
unlike Emmy. Or maybe Emmy was just weighing on my mind
that night.
About 9, the door bell rang, Mia ran out to get the
door, and an adorable strawberry-blonde girl walked
through the door.
"Rachel! Hi!" Mia led her through the living room en
route to the kitchen, when Rachel turned, saw me,
smiled and said
"Hi," the only girl thus far who, as far as I knew,
noticed me.
"Hi," I replied.
Before I could say anything else, Mia said "Oh, that's
just my cousin" and then the girls busied themselves
with their drinks.
The game was in the fourth quarter, and I was on my
forth beer when Rachel came out of Mia's room.
"Just need a refill" she said.
"What are you drinking?" I asked.
"Vodka and Cranberry" she replied, from the kitchen.
"Try it with a little bit of lemon juice," I said, "It
makes it a little better."
"Oh, OK, I will" she replied. We were both quiet until
she came out stirring her drink.
"Who's playing?" she asked
"Suns and Mavs" I replied.
"Oh, I hate the Mavs," she said.
"Really?" I asked, "You follow basketball?" she came
and sat next to me on the couch.
"Yeah, I play on the school team and like to watch for
strategies." I was shocked. I didn't remember a single
cute girl being on the basketball team when I was in
school. Up close, Rachel really was darling. She had
long reddish-blonde hair, green eyes and freckles. She
didn't have much in way of curves, but she was slender
and getting cuter with each beer.
"I'm Rachel," she said, sticking out her hand. I
introduced myself and asked how she knew Mia.
"Actually, I know her through Emmy. We play basketball
together. I thought Emmy would be here tonight." I told
her about Emmy's softball tournament and she seemed
disappointed.
"You're more than welcome to watch the end of the game
with me," I offered. "It's been a good one."
I was glad to see that she did stay and we made
conversation during the game. She knew basketball very
well and eventually we got to teasing each other about
the other's opinion of the game.
"Steve Nash?" she laughed. "He's alright, but he's no
MVP."
"Oh, you have a better pick?" Before she could respond,
Mia came stumbling out of her room.
"Rachel!" she slurred, "W-what are you doing out here?"
"Just talking basketball with your cousin."
"Jesus, Matt. Way to flirt with a 16 year old. You old
perv. C'mon, Rachel, let me get you a refill."
"Uh, OK," Rachel replied. "Bye," she said to me,
walking into the kitchen.
I was fuming. We were getting along so well. It's not
like I was going to take advantage of Rachel. Well, she
was cute, and I was getting buzzed, but I think I have
more common sense than to try and seduce and underage
girl at a party full of them. I didn't see Rachel again
that night, even though I stayed up to watch a late
movie, just in case Rachel came back out. But she never
did and I finally wandered off to bed once the girls'
room was quiet, which must have been around 3am.
**
The next morning, I woke up around 11, hungover, and
came downstairs after a shower. The kitchen looked like
a hurricane went through and the path between it and
Mia's room was pretty dirty. Before I could think about
cleaning, however, I needed food. I opened the fridge
to look for eggs. I noticed there were only two beers
left. I guess that would explain the headache. I
grabbed the eggs and closed the fridge to find Mia
standing there.
"Jesus!" I said, spooked.
"Sorry. Revenge for yesterday." She giggled. "Oh, ow"
she said, holding a hand to her head.
"Hangover?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," she replied.
"You want some breakfast?"
"I can't even think about food right now. Wow, this
place is a mess."
"You're telling me. You want to help me clean after
breakfast? I'm making you eat some toast" I threw two
pieces into the toaster.
We made small talk about the night while she nibbled at
her dry toast and I wolfed down some eggs.
"Is there nothing that will make this go away?" She
asked while rubbing her temples.
"Well, I said, there's always some hair of the dog."
"That sound awful," she said, making a barfy face.
In spite of myself, I laughed and said "in my
experience, it's the only surefire cure." A pause "What
the hell," Mia said. "What do we got left?" All that
was left in the fridge were my two beers, and unopened
red wine and a white wine someone drank only the neck
out of.
"How about this?" she asked, holding up the white.
"Fill up two glasses" I said. "Big ones."
We drank first glass still sitting at the table. Mia
was friendly again, but didn't apologize about being
rude to me last night. When she finished the first, I
refilled her and topped mine off and said "let's get to
work".
We started in the kitchen, since it was the worst. I
started doing dished while she drank more wine.
"I think this is starting to work," she giggled.
"Well then, you do some dishes and let me catch up!" I
threw the wet sponge at her.
"Hey!" she screamed in mock anger. "Watch it," she bent
over (score!) to pick up the sponge and started slowly
cleaning glasses. I went to fill up my wine glass when
I heard "think fast!" I turned around just in time for
Mia to spritz me in the chest with the sink sprayer.
"You bitch!" I yelled and ran at her. We wrestled for
control of the sprayer, getting us both fairly doused
in the process. Finally we called a truce and finished
up the glasses.
"Thanks for buying booze last night, Matt."
"Anytime, Mia." I guess that was as close to an apology
as I was going to get. "Do you mind if I take a shower
before we tackle the rest of the house?"
"Go ahead" I need a breather after that fight anyway.
Mia giggled and stumbled down to her room.
I turned on ESPN and sipped some more wine. I pretended
not to notice when Mia came out of her room wearing
only a towel, humming as she popped into the bathroom.
My cock noticed, though, as I flew at half mast.
"Whoa," I said under my breath. I went to go open the
red wine, making sure to be back on the couch in case
there was a repeat performance on her way back. Mia did
not disappoint as she came out wearing nothing but the
towel, her hair wet this time. She closed the door to
her room, changed, and came out in a baggy
sweatshirt/pants combo that at least wasn't threatening
to give me a boner while she was around.
"What are you watching?" she asked.
"Well, ESPN, but Pulp Fiction just started."
"Oh, let's watch that. I love Tarantino movies." So I
switched over and Mia came and sat next to me with a
big glass of red. "I like this stuff" she said. "A
hangover fixer, that's for sure" she giggled.
We watched the movie in relative quiet and I noticed we
were both starting to nod off.
"Can I use you as a pillow?" Mia asked.
"Sure," I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking.
Mia laid down and put her head on my leg. My arm rested
just above her hip. We stayed like that for quite some
time, and I assumed she was asleep.
After Travolta got shot, she got up and slurred, "I
have to pee," stumbling towards the bathroom. I changed
positions a little on the couch and tried to not think
about the halfie Mia had given me with her head so
close to where her sister and been yesterday.
Mia came out of the bathroom and stumbled back into the
living room, watching the TV I didn't really watch her
advance until she straddled me. Slowly she brought up
her right knee, then her left until she was rested on
my now-attentive crotch. She learned in for what felt
like an eternity until our lips met.
Her first chaste kiss was the last I felt with her
mouth closed, as she quickly escalated her attacks on
my mouth. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere in my
mouth, yet she allowed time for me to return the favor.
She started rubbing her crotch into mine and let out a
low, quiet moan as she felt how hard I was.
Her mouth moved down to my neck and began licking and
sucking the entire area along my collarbone. I looked
up at the ceiling and thanked whoever was beyond it
that this was happening. We nibbled and licked each
others neck for minutes, until Mia sat up. Looked me in
the eye, and in one smooth motion, pulled off her
sweatshirt. I was now staring right at two of the most
perfect breasts I have ever seen. Huge, hard nipples
graced the ends and I wasted no time pulling them into
my mouth.
"Oh!" Mia yelped as I ran my tongue around and over her
breasts, spending a disproportionate amount of time on
her nipples. If I was sucking on the right one, I would
grope the left one with my hands, tweaking and teasing
her until my tongue returned.
Meanwhile, Mia was trying to unzip my pants with her
right hand while her left held my head tight against
her tits. She was eventually successful and began to
stroke my full erect cock. I then tried to pull down
her sweatpants, but our position made that difficult.
Mia stood up in a flash, pulled down her pants and
underwear, and was back on top of me, all in about 3
seconds. She grabbed my cock and positioned it for
entry and she slowly, slid down it until she bottomed
out at my balls.
"Oh, fuck," was all she said, all I could let out was
an animal grunt. Mia slid up and down my cock slowly
and sensually, which allowed me to appreciate the feel
of her wet silk pussy.
I had never stopped playing with her fabulous tits, and
I went back to them wildly licking sucking, and even
nibbling on those glorious nipples.
As her nude frame bounced up and down on me, slowly
gaining momentum, Mia began to repeated mumble, "Oh
yes," under her breath. As her body moved faster and
faster, her "oh yes's" came out faster and faster and
louder and louder and I found myself attacking her tits
with more and more zeal and even found myself grunting
more and more.
Eventually, with Mia nearly screaming "oh yes!" I
emitted and long, loud, and low groan as I proceeded to
shoot load after load into her cunt. Mia stopped moving
her body, but I could feel her snatch grab my cock and
squeeze. We sat there, cumming together for what felt
like ages. Until, finally, I sat back and looked up at
her. Mia smiled the sweetest smile I have ever seen and
then went to work on me.
Before I could stop her, she was licking and sucking my
cock.
"Mia!" I said, alarmed. Normally my dick can't tolerate
physical contact for a while after cumming.
Mia just replied with a "mmm?" as her mouth was full of
my semi-limp cock. She continued with the "mmm's" but
without the questioning tone and much longer and lower.
This began to have a magical affect on my cock and
libido. Before I knew it, I was back at full force, and
Mia was having a hard time keeping me all in her mouth.
To help her out, I reached down to play with her
beautiful tits. Her moaning and humming on my cock
would change with the amount of pressure I applied to
her nipples. With her tits in my hands and my cock in
her mouth, I was in heaven.
At my hardest point, Mia stopped her ministrations,
looked up, and said simply, "Take me!" She hopped up on
the couch on her hands and knees, waving her sweet ass
in front of me.
I didn't wait long to join her, kneeling behind her on
the couch, I took my dick and slid it slowly into her
hot, waiting cunt. This time it was Mia that groaned.
Each time I slid in and out she would emit a small
grunt. I went as slow as I could, as I knew from past
experience that I can be a little much for girls in
this position.
I took time to admire how good her pussy felt on my
dick and even reached around to play with her tits a
while longer. Eventually, Mia's hips increased the
speed at which she thrust against me and I had to
abandon her tits to hold onto her hips.
I squeezed that ass I had been admiring all summer long
and starting plowing into her. Mia sounded like a wild
animal in rut. With each thrust her guttural grunts
would gain intensity. She had moved one hand down to
play with her clit and this sent her over the edge. Her
animal sounds went to a new, high pitch and I felt the
now-familiar sensation of her pussy grabbing my dick
and milking it.
This time, her orgasm set me off, and I could only get
out "Oh, Mia!" before I unloaded into her pussy the
second load in under an hour. Mia's pussy was spasming
before I came and long after I was finished. The noises
she made seemed to change with each spasm of her cunt.
Finally, she collapsed in a pile on the couch. I laid
next to her and held her in my arm.
"Fuck, that was amazing," she said, barely a whisper.
"I'll say," I replied. Mia opened up her arm and we
laid there holding each other for a long time.
"The reason I was so mean to you last night is that I
didn't want any of the other girls to have you" Mia
said, out of the blue.
"What?" I asked, shocked.
Mia's head came up to look me in the eyes and say "I've
wanted you since you first came through that door." She
nodded in the direction of the front door. "I'm real
good at hiding my true emotions. I couldn't just come
out and start flirting with my own cousin. But I wore
enough low cut clothes around you to know you were
interested in my body despite our relation. I also
noticed a certain bulge in your pants when I was
around." I guess I blushed. "Don't be embarrassed" Mia
said, giving me a soft kiss and snuggling back up in my
arms "I like you too. And this won't be the last time
we do this."
Mia was drifting off to sleep, and I would have too
except for one little thing I couldn't stop thinking
about: If Mia didn't want to share me, what was I going
to do when Emmy came home?
To be continued...
I woke up Sunday morning and Mia wasn't next to me. I
looked in her room, the bathroom, the kitchen, all over
the house before I thought to check the garage. Her car
was gone. "Strange" I thought. Walking back into the
house made me realize with last night's excitement, we
hadn't exactly finished cleaning. I got the house back
into ship shape just about the time my Dad and Patti
came home.
"I'm glad to see the house is still standing, son."
"Ha, ha, Dad" I replied sarcastically.
"Where are the girls?" Aunt Patti asked.
"Emmy's not back from softball and I guess Mia got up
before me this morning and went somewhere."
"But she stayed here last night?" Patti asked
"Um, yeah, I think so" I prayed my face wasn't the
color of a tomato.
As if on cue, Mia came home and said "Hi" to her Mom,
Dad and me. She said she had been at the school gym,
and her outfit would back her up, she was wearing the
same blue short shorts from Friday and a tank top.
After last night, I could see her naked body through
those clothes and tried to keep the front of my pants
flat.
Just then, Emmy came bursting through the door "We won!
We Won!" she was shouting and proceeded to tell us all
about her pitching and hitting in the tournament.
At some point, Mia slipped away. I was looking for a
wink or something as she left the room, but I got
nothing. Emmy also, thankfully, didn't treat me any
different in front of the adults, but I feared what she
and Mia might discuss over the following days.
The following days brought nothing out of the ordinary.
In fact, I began to wonder if the events that
transpired over the weekend were just a figment of my
imagination. I went to work on Monday, working four
tens, and came home every night exhausted. Going from
flexing brain muscle all day for nine months to real
muscle is a tough change. The girls didn't seem to
treat me any differently. Emmy was bubbly and excited,
but never gave me any indication that what happened
last Friday unequivocally changed our relationship. Mia
was as cold to me as ever without any sign of warming
up.
Two weeks passed this way. The girls' high school (and
my alma mater) has a policy where only students passing
their classes can attend prom, and they make prom two
weeks before graduation (a note from the author: This
is a wise decision. You should try it sometime, school
administrators and policy makers!).
The night before prom, Emmy came to me in my room. "Hey
Matt!" she said exuberantly.
"Uh, hi, Emmy" I looked up from the book I was reading.
"Can I ask a favor of you?" I was filled with equal
parts of hope and dread in anticipation of what she
would say next.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Mia and I want to drink before prom, could you help
us?"
"Oh." I stalled. No doubt her sister had put her up to
this in order to avoid me. Emmy was standing there
tracing invisible lines on my floor with her foot. She
was so gorgeous I couldn't say no. "What would you
like?"
"You will?!" her face brightened. "Rum for me, whisky
for my sister! Thank you! Thank you!" She raced over
and gave me a $50 bill, and a chaste kiss on the cheek
and bounded out of the room.
"Who are these girls?" I said to nobody in particular.
**
The girls' dates were coming at 7 to take them out to
dinner before the dance. I knocked on the door to the
bathroom where they were preparing at 6:30.
"Who is it?" Emmy asked in a sing song voice.
"Me" I said, trying (and failing) to match her sing-
song melody. The door opened and my jaw about hit the
floor. Emmy was wearing a short green dress that made
her eyes set out like they were on fire. Her high heels
made her legs impossibly long, smooth, and gorgeous.
Mia was putting the finishing touches on her hair, but
her red dress was a show-stopper. It was long and
elegant, with a slit up one side. The top barely kept
her breasts contained. I didn't know their dates, but I
hoped they didn't have a family history of heart
failure.
"Uh, here" I managed to get out after gawking. I had
shelled out some extra cash to get each girl a mini-
flask. "So you don't have to stop partying when you
leave here." This got even Mia's attention as both
girls squealed.
"I've got the perfect thing." Mia said as she ran out
of the bathroom. She came back with a pair of garter
belts. I got to see the girls each put a sensual leg on
the tub, slide the belt up, and place the flask in.
"How does it look?" Emmy asked.
With their legs uncovered and up on the tub, both of
them looking in my eyes, I told the truth: "You two
look great."
Ding dong!
The girls' dates arrived. A couple of senior giants
from the football team. Each had on a decent enough
shirt and tie, but for some reason they thought to put
their letterman's jackets over the top.
"Whoa!" they said in unison when the girls came out.
"What is this?" Mia replied. "Take your stupid sports
jackets off! You're not taking us to a movie. We're 18
and this is prom for Christ's sake, wear a suit coat!"
Half out of jealousy and half from legitimate concern;
I was worried the girls would end up sleeping with
their dates tonight. But after her scolding, something
told me Mia was not interested in these two meatheads.
They ran out to their car to change. My dad and Patti
came in to "Ooh" and "Aah" over the girls, take their
pictures, and see them off.
The three of us watched "Cast Away" on cable and then
Patti went off to bed. Dad and I stayed up to catch
SportsCenter highlights, but around midnight, he slunk
off too.
I was brushing my teeth a little after 12:30 when my
cell phone rang. I picked up the unfamiliar number to
catch near-uproarious giggles.
"Matt? Matt? Maaaattthhhewww?" I heard. "Hello?" I
asked. "This party blows! Will you come pick us up? Our
dates are too enthralled with beer pong to notice they
are in love with each other." The slurred voice sounded
like Mia, but it could have been Emmy just as easily.
"Where are you?" The girls gave me the address and I
grabbed my keys.
I picked the (very drunk) sisters up and was
transporting them home when they broke into song.
"Hooked on a Feeling" they were belting, and taking
turns crooning "that you're in love with me" to me and
each other and falling into a fit of hysteria each
time.
We finally got home, and I pleaded for them to quiet
down as they were still talking, singing, and laughing
like it was our house that was filled with 30
teenagers. I hurried them down the hallway and they
practically fell into Emmy's room, soliciting another
bout of giggles.
"Put on the stereo!" Mia said.
"Whoa, I don't think so." I tried to intercept Emmy,
but she got to it first, putting on some hip hop CD she
had in there. The girls shrieked and started dancing
with each other. At first it was silly but, was it my
imagination, or was it getting sexy? The girls were
grinding on each other's leg, the huge grins were
fading from there faces, being replaced by serious
looks like there were in a photo shoot.
I was mystified by their swaying hips and said nothing
during the entire song. After it ended, the girls stood
up straight, and kissed. My blood pressure dropped
about 100 points. They were absolutely going at it. I
could see Mia's tongue fight into Emmy's mouth, only to
have Emmy reciprocate. I don't know how long it lasted,
I didn't even know what planet I was on, but both girls
stopped, looked at me and then Mia said in a voice so
low I could barely hear "C'mere".
I thought I was frozen in place, but, somehow, I put
one foot in front of the other enough to get near them.
The girls each put an arm around me and we shared an
incredibly sloppy three-way kiss that is by far, the
single hottest kiss of my life.
Without breaking contact with our tongues, the girls
went to work. One of Emmy's hands snuck down to my
pants and began to rub my insanely hard cock through my
jeans. Mia unzipped Emmy's dress and the sight of those
pert B-cup tits made my cock jump. Emmy felt it and
smiled. She grabbed my hand and led it over to Mia's
dress. We both grabbed an end and pulled it up over her
head. The girls were now standing before me each
wearing nothing but matching lace panties, each to
color of the dress that had covered them, and high
heels. I thought I was going to cum right there.
The removal of Mia's dress finally broke our kiss and
Mia started to unbutton my pants, while Emmy pulled my
shirt off. As soon as the jeans were removed, my dick
sprang forward, hard as a board. Mia navigated it out
of the hole in my boxers and took it all in her mouth
in one gulp.
"Ah!" I yelped. She was incredible. She would take me
all the way in her mouth, slowly retreat, keeping
constant pressure around my member and right before she
would completely release it, her mouth would quickly
gobble it all back up again.
After I could wrap my mind around what Mia was doing, I
noticed Emmy was kissing sucking my neck and chest. I
tried to reciprocate by reaching out and gently
grabbing her beautiful tits. She purred a little as I
groped her, and I quickly moved on to her nipples,
stroking and flicking them with my hands while she
covered every square inch of my neck with her tongue.
My attention was redirected again to Mia when she
cupped and gently squeezed my balls with her hand. She
had sped up her ministrations and had me on the verge
of cumming when she stopped.
"Oh, no" came out of my mouth before I could stop it.
"Don't worry" Mia hissed with the most seductive grin
"we haven't even gotten started here."
Mia grabbed Emmy's ankles and pulled her down to the
end of the bed. With one smooth motion she ripped
Emmy's panties off, revealing that beautiful box I had
seen poolside.
"This, cousin Matt, is a virgin pussy." Mia said giving
her sister a slow lick along its entire length. Emmy
shuddered.
"My sister doesn't need to be a virgin anymore, do you
Emmy baby?"
Emmy replied softly "No, no, no. Please, Matt, please
do me". Mia went back to licking her sister's cunt, and
Emmy squirmed in place, seemingly unable to control
herself. I watched these sisters, my cousins, in this
moment, and will never forget it.
My gawking was once again interrupted by Mia who shot
me a look and said "Fuck my sister. Fuck your cousin.
Emmy's ready." Mia got up and got into bed with Emmy. I
stood at the end of the bed and took a moment to admire
the sight before me, Emmy, the most beautiful 15 year
old I'm sure this world has ever seen, naked, splayed
in front of me, pussy dripping with her juices and her
sister's saliva.
Mia said "Do it, Matt" and began to suck her sister's
erect nipples.
"Oh yes, Mia" Emmy moaned "Fuck me, Matt."
Emmy was finally able to break me from my trance. I
don't think I had ever heard her swear.
"C'mon, cuz" she said, looking me in the eye. With
that, I grabbed each of Emmy's legs, put them against
my shoulders, so I could go deep inside her. I took my
cock in one hand and put it up against the entrance to
her cunt.
I slowly inserted the head when Emmy said quite loudly,
"Fuck yes!" This got Mia's attention as she looked up
at me and smiled. I slid more and more of my cock
inside Emmy and was amazed at how good it felt.
It may have been her first time, but it sure felt like
mine too. The emotion, excitement, and unadulterated
arousal were all there. I got nearly my entire rod
inside her when I bottomed out.
Her 15 year old body probably wasn't ready for all of
me just yet, but Emmy let out a "yesssssss" and then
bit her lip, anticipating what was next.
I slowly slid my cock in and out of Emmy's piping hot
snatch. I couldn't help but speed up as my dick was the
hardest it has ever been and Emmy was moving her hips
around, trying to get that last inch or so of cock in
her. Mia was still kneading her sister's tits with her
hands, but her mouth was whispering in her ear things I
couldn't hear. She would occasionally lick her neck or
suck her ear, even kiss her mouth, but she whispered to
her little sister for most of the time I was inside
her.
Emmy was moaning louder and louder with each thrust of
my cock. This turned me on even more, making me pump in
and out of her faster. Emmy started to moan my and her
sister's names, almost trancelike.
"Oh, Matt...Mia...Mia... Oh... Matt!" And then she went
silent. Her lithe body tensed up, every muscle
contracting at once. Her vaginal muscles clamped onto
my rod just as I shot my first wad of cum in her.
She felt my cock pulse and she screamed at the top of
her lungs, "Aieeeee!" before Mia quickly covered her
mouth. We could still hear the scream of pleasure come
from between Mia's fingers, but at least it wasn't
going to wake up our parents. Emmy's pussy was dancing
around and taking my dick with it. I kept coming for
what felt like a minute, maybe longer. Emmy finally
stopped screaming, sweat was pouring down her face, and
she looked unconscious.
Mia was still whispering to her and now I could hear
her say "I love you. Love you so much baby sister. Baby
Emmy."
I pulled my limp dick out of Emmy's pussy and collapsed
on the floor, Mia still whispering to her sister.
Finally, I heard Mia say my name and I looked up at her
"she's asleep" she giggled. "What did you do to her?"
"You mean what did she do to me?" I replied. We both
laughed. And then Mia slowly slinked out of bed.
"C'mon" is all she said and grabbed me by the hand.
With me naked, and her just about, I was glad her room
was only across the hall. We both sat down on the bed
and I started asking questions. "How long have you two
been..? I mean, is this the first..? Did you know
that..?"
Mia cut my off with a finger to my lips saying only
"I'll fill you in on all the details later. Now let's
just not talk." Mia laid down and pulled me on top of
her and I gave up the investigation.
After what Emmy and I shared, not even Mia was going to
get me up again very soon, so I started kissing my way
down her body, spending a good amount of time with her
breasts and nipples. Finally I slid down her flat
stomach to her crotch. The panties she had on felt like
they had been left outside in the rain. They were
drenched. I slipped them off of her legs, and licked my
way back up. I knew a pussy that wet wasn't going to
need much foreplay, so I went to work on her clit. It
was easy to find, standing at attention, and I began to
pummel it with my tongue.
"Oh, Matt! Oh! That is incredible! Don't stop!" Mia
whispered to me while I ate her out. I snuck my left
hand up her body to her right D-cup breast and started
massaging it, stroking and pinching her nipple. Then I
moved to the left one while my right hand stuck two
fingers into her cunt.
"Oh my God! I didn't think this could get better!" Mia
said, still quiet, but more forceful. Her hips began to
move up and down in time with my fingers penetration.
Mia began to spew the same animalistic grunts that I
heard the previous night on the couch and I knew I was
getting close. I stopped licking her clit and started
sucking it.
In return, Mia grabbed my head and pressed into her
pussy with so much force I could barely breathe.
"Yesssssssss," she began softly, but ended with a loud
"Oh, yes!" and she fell over on her side, my face and
fingers still inside her, feeling her cunt contract
with wave after wave of pleasure. I stayed put, afraid
to move, afraid that this would all be a dream, until
Mia's breathing returned to normal. "Come up here" she
whispered.
I crawled up the bed and we entwined our limbs. "Oh my
god Matt! You are really good at eating pussy."
"Thanks" I replied. We laid for a while, stroking each
other's naked flesh. We were falling asleep in each
other's arms, when Mia's hand went south.
"What do we have here?" she said coyly, running her
fingers over my hardening dick.
"I think you know what we have here" I said just as
coyly.
"Well, maybe I have just enough energy to suck you off
before bed. Sound good?"
"Sounds great!" came the response from the doorway.
"Emmy!" Mia and I said in unison.
"You two going to have all the fun in here or what?"
Emmy shouted while running and jumping in between us in
bed.
She started tickling her sister and they went on a
giggling tickling fight for a while before Mia said,
"Emmy, honey, stop. I owe Matt a blowjob after he went
down on me so well."
"You owe him a blowjob?!" Emmy said, hurt. "Did he take
your virginity? Did he make you lose consciousness? I
don't think so. No, I'll be the one giving him the
thank you blowjob, Missy!" and another tickle fight
ensued.
"Girls! Girls!" I said, "I hate to see you fight. You
think you can share me?" The girls looked at each
other, each got a sly grin, and each disappeared under
the covers.
What followed was the greatest blowjob recorded in
modern times. With both girls under the blanket and
giggling, I couldn't tell who was who, or who had my
rock hard cock in their mouths, but I could guess.
Two tongues licked up and down my shaft for quite
awhile, until my cock finally stopped growing. One wet
tongue went down and licked my balls. Mia, I thought,
she's the more daring one. While one tongue licked my
balls, a warm sensation slowly started drifting down my
cock. Emmy's mouth, I'd bet, still a little tentative
in regards to taking a cock inside of it.
A pause, some shifting, and the warm sensation
returned. Mia this time, I'd wager. Swishing my cock
around her tongue and around her mouth, ability like
that come from practice. A hand landed on the base of
my cock and started stroking. Some giggles, more
shifting under the covers, and someone was sucking me
again. I began to lose track, though. With so much
moving around under the bed, two deft mouths and
tongues, two soft pairs of hands working on me, I
stopped guessing and just enjoyed it. I think having
two tongues on the same cock is an incredible blessing.
A joy, really.
The girls' hard work was about to be rewarded. "Who
wants some cum?" I asked the two lumps under the
blanket.
The sucking stopped momentarily "I do!" two voices
exclaimed, and then the two tongues returned to work,
double time. Gradually one mouth took over (I think I
heard Emmy say something, so Mia must be doing the
work?) Whoever it was built me up so sensually that I
moaned out load and blew my wad with incredible force.
"Save some for me!" Emmy said clearly. I guess that
solves that mystery, I thought while I pumped more come
into Mia's mouth. "Mia!" she said pleadingly. I came
some more. "C'mon! I've only done it once!" Mia seemed
intent on swallowing my whole load, which was appearing
to be quite a challenge the way I was cumming. Finally,
the sucking slowed, my cumming ceased, and the blankets
got thrown back. Emmy said "I wanted some of your cum,
but Mia wouldn't share it." She seemed actually hurt
until Mia gave her the come hither sign and leaned in
for a kiss.
Emmy opened her mouth and her sister let all the cum in
her mouth fall into her sister's. I guess she didn't
swallow it after all!
"Mmm!" Emmy said. After my cum had switched mouths,
Emmy didn't swallow either, she and Mia shared a long
french kiss, the sloppiest I had ever seen, cum was
dripping down both their chins and necks, Mia even got
some on her tits. Once the girls ran out of cum to
swap, they licked each other's bodies clean, and shared
one more deep kiss.
Emmy curled up under my right arm, Mia under my left,
and took turns kissing me. "Thank you so much" I
managed to say between kisses.
"Our pleasure," Mia said sensually.
"This was so much fun!" Emmy said, wiggling her body
with joy.
"Sorry to be such a tease these last few weeks" Mia
said. "I really am, but this was a well laid-out plan
and we didn't want to screw it up."
"You planned this?!" I said, unbelieving.
"What, you mean the blowjob by the pool Emmy gave you?
Then me fucking you silly the very next day? You
thought that was a coincidence?"
"Well..." I stammered.
Emmy laughed "We stayed up all night the night you came
home arguing over how to seduce you. I didn't even know
what seducing was. I was just going to flirt with you
and see if you'd flirt back."
"That would have worked" I said.
"Oh, no" Mia said, you're too much like your dad. Too
polite. You would have convinced yourself that we
couldn't be flirting with our own cousin. No, drastic
action was needed. But now, I hope, much more drastic
action will be taken. Involving all three of us.
Often."
"Anytime," I told the girls. "Anytime!"
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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