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 Title: Cousins


Summary: David learns the meaning of kissing cousins.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Every one in a while, you have one of those kinds of experiences that
simply stay with you in memory forever.  This is one of mine.

   Every year for as long as I could remember we would travel down to visit
with my Cousins Brenda and her older sister Marsha.  Don't get me wrong, I
really enjoyed visiting with them, but I was a senior in High School and
rather than travel off to visit my cousins over spring break, I wanted
desperately to stay home instead.  Brenda and I were the same age, but
Marsha was two years older and had been attending College at a nearby
University though still living at home.

   As I had a girlfriend of course, the last thing I wanted to do then was
travel with my mother and my Uncle, since he was coming up to get us.  I
said and did everything I could think of to get out of the trip, but it was
totally useless.  Resigned to it then, the only thing that would make the
trip easier to stand was when I learned Brenda would be coming up with my
Uncle to share the ride back with me.  At least I'd have someone to visit
with during the long fourteen-hour drive.

   Admittedly, I hadn't seen either of my cousins for a couple of years. 
And it was one of the arguments made for going this time.  We'd missed
visiting with them the year before as my Uncle had been out of town on
business during the time we would normally have gone to see them.  So as it
was, I was a little curious to see how my two cousins had been doing.  We'd
been very close ever since we were kids, and that closeness still remained
over the course of the years.

   They arrived late in the afternoon, and as it was going to be a quick
turnaround trip for all of us, there was very little time to do anything
but have a quick dinner and chat for a while and then head to bed early as
my Uncle was planning on leaving at O'dark-thirty.

   The first thing I noticed was how much Brenda had truly changed over the
course of two and a half years basically.  I had remembered her as being
fairly "chubby" most of her life, thick glasses and mousy brown hair.  The
Woman that greeted me at our door was as different as night and day.  For
one, Brenda had colored her hair, and was now a blonde.  Secondly, she'd
changed over to wearing contacts, which made a hell of a difference in her
looks right there.  But the biggest, and I mean biggest difference was the
fact that she had shed several pounds, and hadn't lost her bust line in the
process.  Brenda had always had fairly large breasts to begin with, as did
her sister Marsha.  But the fact that she wasn't the same old chubby cousin
I once knew made a remarkable difference in her appearance as well as her
self-esteem and her attitude.

   "Well cousin.  How've you been?" She said giving me a perfunctory kiss,
a hug and a huge bright white smile.

   "Wow Brenda, you've sure changed since the last time I saw you!" I mean
I said the obvious, true.  But we'd always been open with one another since
we were kids, and to state anything different now when I was obviously
thinking it wouldn't have been me, or us for that matter.

   "So....you do like the new me then huh?"

   "Yea.  You look great!" I said having been caught looking at her breasts
momentarily.

   Once when we were a lot younger in years, Brenda had blackened both of
my eyes once for teasing her about her then "budding" boobies by having
swung a garden hose at me, and hitting me across the face.

   "No "tit" jokes this time huh?  She said.

   And I caught the meaning as well as the memory.  "Nope, not this time
kiddo." And I meant it too.

   My Uncle had driven up in a truck and camper.  So at least Brenda and I
would have some time to sit and visit on the drive without having to sit
and listen to my mother and her father.  Suddenly the trip wasn't looking
all that bad, and we had some serious catching up to do anyway.

   As we had a fairly small home, my mother of course took their bedroom,
(Dad was away on business), and I gave up my room so that Brenda would have
a bed to sleep in, taking a sleeping bag and a pad for myself in the
front-room on the floor.  My Uncle took what was called the Guest Room
downstairs in a mostly unfinished basement except for that one spare
bedroom.  At ten o'clock then, everyone turned in as we were getting up so
early.  But ten was way too early for me under any circumstances.  I lay on
the floor in the dark for nearly an hour trying to get to sleep, but wasn't
having much luck doing it.  A few minutes later I heard someone approaching
in the darkness from the back bedrooms and immediately knew that it had to
be Brenda.  Obviously she was having the same difficulty sleeping that I
was.  Though I was only wearing my shorts, I wasn't too worried about
Brenda's coming in to see me.  After all as I mentioned, we'd seen each
other in various states of undress over the years anyway.  Though probably
not down to bra's, panties, and boxer shorts as I was now wearing perhaps.

   I flipped the sleeping bag over myself, still sitting half in and half
out of the bag when she came into the room and plopped down on the mat
beside me.  Brenda was wearing a yellow "baby-doll" nightgown, but with the
darkness and her being my cousin, there wasn't anything real weird about
seeing her like this.  Only that she'd "obviously" changed since I had last
seen her, and hadn't expected to see her wearing something quite as "sexy"
as the nightgown was.  But I put that thought behind me quickly however,
reminding myself she was my cousin, and though we were close, her being
seen wearing it in front of me was no big deal to her either.

   "Couldn't sleep." She whispered to me as she sat down.  "You?"

   "Nope.  Me neither." I replied.  "Besides, we can sleep most of the way
back to your place.  Riding out back in the camper will have some
advantages I guess."

   I had to admit, with Brenda sitting cross-legged so close to me, it was
still easy to make out the fact that her breasts were pressing against the
material of that fairly sheer yellow nightgown.  And I was a little
surprised that even after two years she still felt comfortable around me to
wear it without so much as a worry or concern I might be "thinking" about
her obvious assets just sitting beneath it.

   "It will give us a chance to talk about 'stuff' too." Brenda added then,
continuing on with our conversation.

   "Stuff?" I picked up.  Curious a little then as to what 'stuff' she
might be referring too.

   I could tell she was hedging on starting any conversation about whatever
was bothering her.  Obviously she'd intended on talking about it with me
during the ride instead.  But I pressed her anyway.

   "Come on Brenda, now you've got my curiosity all fired up.  What stuff?"

   "Don't know if this is the best time to talk with you about it.  But I
know once Dad's asleep that an earthquake wouldn't wake him."

   I laughed at that.  "Yea, mom's that way too."

   Maybe that eased her mind somewhat, especially since we'd certainly hear
anyone coming along time before they ever made it as far as the living
room.

   "Remember two years ago, you told me how you and that girl you were
seeing were starting to get pretty serious?"

   She was talking about Tracy* and though we'd discussed it back then, I
was a little embarrassed to tell her we'd not made a whole lot of progress
in our relationship until this year.  And even then, nothing to write home
about basically.  Tracy and I still hadn't even gotten off first base with
one another yet.

   "Well what I wanted to tell you, believe it or not, was that I was a
little bit jealous when you told me that.  I know I shouldn't feel that
way. After all I am your cousin.  But you know how I was back then,
certainly didn't look anything like I do now for sure."

   "No kidding Brenda!" And I thought she was going to hit me again then,
but she gave me a friendly, cousinly shove instead.

   "I'm trying to be serious here David!" And I could tell by the
inflection of the tone in her voice that she really was trying to be
serious too.

   "Ok.  Ok.  Why don't you tell me what's bothering you then?"

   Brenda paused once again taking a deep breath.  I could see she was
having difficulty trying to come up with the words to whatever it was she
was trying to say, so I patiently waited without bugging her about it
again.

   "Whew!" She said finally.  "This is hard.  But OK, here it is.  I'm sure
that by now, you've probably been with a girl."

   It wasn't a question exactly, so I didn't answer her either.  But I also
didn't have the heart to tell her that I was still a virgin, I mean guys
didn't admit to it if they were, but certainly loved to brag if they
weren't.  So I was caught somewhere between the two with her.  I was
actually more worried that she was about to tell me that she wasn't
anymore, and wasn't sure I wanted to hear the details either.  Now I was
starting to feel a little jealous, and somewhat excited, as I knew we were
about to travel down one of those sexual discussion roads.  And though I
had certainly enjoyed them in the past, talking with both Brenda and
Marsha, I wasn't sure I was quite prepared to do so now all things
considered.

   "The reason I'm asking, is...  I've never been with a boy, ever." She
waited, letting this one sink in.  I started to respond but she cut me off,
so I let her continue, still wondering where all of this was going.

   "I've started seeing a guy, and though nothings happened in any way
shape or form between us, I know that he is experienced, I know his
ex-girlfriend, and I know they had 'sex' with each other." Brenda had been
talking fairly softly anyway, but the word 'sex' was spoken so softly I
almost missed it.

   "I'm really worried that he's going to end up dumping me, especially if
I don't 'put-out' and I have no intention of doing that anyway.  I'm still
a 'virgin'.  And once again Brenda spoke that word in the same low toned
softness, that had I not been leaning even closer to her now than I had
been, I'd have missed that one too.

   "But what we've talked about, is maybe doing other 'stuff".  And so,
there was that word again.  The other 'stuff' she had been referring to was
the question she was eventually going to arrive at and ask me about.

   "I'm not sure exactly what 'stuff" you think it is I can help you with."
I finally managed to say.  And I pulled the top of the sleeping bag up over
me more than it had been.  I was getting uncomfortably excited sitting here
talking to Brenda about all this.  And trying to hide a growing erection
was soon going to be causing me some real problems.

   "David.  You and I have always been able to talk about anything right?"

   "Yea........" I said, elongating the word to both answer as well as ask
the question that was coming next.

   "And we have been pretty close.  Probably a lot closer than most cousins
usually are too."

   "And........" Once again, answered, asking.

   Brenda one again drew in a deep breath, and paused before continuing. 
And I was sitting on pins and needles now wondering what the hell she was
finally getting at.  And excited and anxious to find out what it really
was.

   "OK.  Here it is.  I've never even seen a boy's penis before.  Not for
real anyway.  Sure, I've seen 'stuff" in magazines, I've even seen one of
those 'porno-books' but seeing that, and seeing a real one are two
different things.

   So the big secret was finally out.  But the revelation of this was still
beyond me, and I wasn't sure what it was that I could say or do......

   "What I was wondering was, would you let me see yours?" Well, you could
have knocked me over with a feather.  That was about the last thing I ever
expected to hear from my cousin Brenda.

   "Your serious?  You've never seen a man's cock before?" I was going to
say something along the lines of "Your serious, you expect me to show you
mine?" But I knew before I even responded, that saying it that way would
more than likely end our discussion right then and there.  And as excited,
as this was all starting to get, that's the last thing I wanted to have
happen.  And then I used the terms, "mans" and "cock" to put a slightly
more naughty emphasis on this increasingly interesting discussion as well.

   I know she was blushing.  I could still see enough of a color change in
her face even in the dark to realize that she was.

   "You don't think I'm weird for asking you that?" She finished saying.

   "Weird?  No.  Flattered actually.  I'm glad you feel comfortable enough
to ask me, and if you really are serious, I don't have any problem with it
if you don't."

   So.  It had taken awhile, but we'd finally gotten there.  But now that
we were there, the next obstacle was showing her.  I was already erect, and
was that the way she expected to see it?  Or not.

   "Ah, before I do show you.  I think you need to know that all this talk
about sex has me hard already, so if you expected to see it otherwise, it's
going to be awhile." I tried to say this sort of tongue in cheek to put her
at ease.  But to my surprise, she seemed delighted in fact.

   "You already have a hard on?"

   Even I hardly ever used that term.  We called them "boners" usually.  Or
"stiffies", but hard -on's were such a strange term to be hearing someone
using, especially Brenda.  So that now I felt like the one who was the less
experienced of the two of us.  And I simply nodded my head yes that I did.

   What happened next happened so fast and so unexpectedly that I didn't
know how to react, and in fact didn't.  I figured it would be a simple
matter of flipping the sleeping bag cover from off the top of me.  As I was
wearing boxers, I could already feel and tell that my cock had already long
ago slipped through the constantly available opening.

   It was Brenda however that suddenly reached down and pulled the cover
off her self.  But she didn't exactly stop there either.  My cock obviously
was sticking straight up and out of my shorts, and she did sit there for a
moment looking at it, then at me, smiling.  I figured the show was about
over then, but like a snake to a snake charmer, she continued to sit there
staring at "it" at me, until I was starting to feel a little embarrassed by
the whole situation that had developed here.  When she reached out and
actually took me in her hand, I was caught totally unawares and unprepared
for it.  But not to the point of reacting to her, but in not reacting at
all.  Once again I seemed frozen in place, in time really.  As everything
around me seemed to suddenly go blank.  All I could see was my cousin
Brenda, sitting cross-legged in a see-through yellow nightgown, holding
onto my cock, and I was basically paralyzed.

   It was when she began to stroke it however that I suddenly seemed to
come back down to reality.

   "Brenda?"

   She stopped stroking it.  And I thought silently to myself.  "Stupid
ass!"

   She looked at me then with a concerned and questioning expression.  "Oh
David.  I'm sorry, I guess I just sort of went, I don't know, went....."

   "Brenda, shhhhhhh!" I said.  Her voice defiantly having risen to one in
which made me fearful even, that we might actually wake my mother at least.
"It's Ok, touch me if you want to.  I don't mind.  Really."

   Thankfully, she'd never let go of me.  If she had, she might not have
touched me after that.  But as it was, she continued to fondle my prick,
actually exploring it with her mind as much as she was exploring me with
her hands.  And then she started asking me questions.  And that did get a
little weird, but extremely exciting as well.

   "I'm so surprised at how hard it actually feels.  Yet so soft feeling
too."

   I could only lie there now, watching her play with me.  Perhaps too
dumbfounded to believe that here we were, lying on the floor in my parents
front room with my cousin Brenda jacking me off.  Though I'm sure that
wasn't her initial intention at the time.

   "Can I see and play with your balls too?"

   If I thought I'd been surprised before, I was even more so now with this
very frank and very innocently honest request.  And besides, who was I to
say "No" under these conditions?

   I reached down then, and simply pulled my boxers the rest of the way off
so that she could see the entire 'package' together.  I even bent one leg
at the knee to help her accommodate that.  And then she leaned over to lie
down on her side to look at me.  When she did this, she brought her own
still pussy clad panties just mere inches away from my face.  And then an
idea hit me.  But hell, I was starting to think with my cock now anyway,
and since she was laying here playing with me, I figured "What the hell!" I
knew I was taking a gigantic risk here.  There was no telling how she was
about to respond, but at least I'd never know unless I tried it.  So I
reached out and slid my finger up the impression of her pussy slit on the
outside of her panties.

   Brenda moaned.

   I shivered.

   Nervous, scared, frightened in case anyone should walk in and catch us
doing this, all rolled up into one.

   "You cold?"

   "No."

   I could have told her I was nervous, scared, frightened.  And that would
have ended everything too, possibly.  But what I said only intensified
everything.

   "Excited!"

   "You won't think anything less of me for this?" She asked me then.

   "Shit!" I thought.  Now I was worried.

   Was she going to feel guilty afterwards, thinking about what we'd done
that we still hadn't yet really been doing?

   "Brenda.  We are cousins yes.  But we've always been close.  Probably
closer than most, maybe not quite as close as some." I tried making that a
half joking statement to ease the tension, and it seemed to work.

   "But as close as we are, probably even more so now, especially after
this, I assure you, I won't think anything less of you, or us.  If
anything, I will even feel closer to you than I do now."

   Maybe it was more of the way I said it, that what I said.  But it seemed
to answer her question.  And she answered my unspoken one by suddenly
standing up and removing her nightgown all together.

   "Holy Shit!" I exclaimed when she stood there entirely naked towering
over me.

   "Shhhhh!" Was now her turn to caution me to be quiet.  "We 'really' need
to be careful now." She said.  Like I wasn't well aware of that.  But
immediately toned my own voice down too.

   "Oh Brenda!  You really do have gorgeous breasts!" And I remember saying
that to her as though it were yesterday.

   She came over then and began to sit down on me.  For a split second, I
half wondered if she was going to slip my cock inside her or something. 
But of course I couldn't even begin to imagine that, but like everything
else, wouldn't have stopped her from doing so either.  Of course, she
didn't and we didn't.  But she did position herself so that my cock was
resting right up against her cunt when she did.  And once again she began
playing with it while we talked.

   "So you really do like the way my boobs look?"

   "Oh yes, they really are beautiful!" I stammered out.

   "As pretty as your girlfriends?"

   She had me there on that one.  And I wasn't about to say I had no idea.
So I lied, but I guess it could be considered one of those little white
lies as I truly had no idea if they were or if they weren't.

   "Every bit as much, if not more so."

   Brenda seemed to like that.  I could tell by the sudden increased
pressure and stimulation of my cock, which she was still busily toying
with. I reached up then and cupped both of her breasts.  They were after
all within easy reach.  As I began to massage them and caress them, I saw
Brenda close her eyes and begin to experience what I later learned as the
first time any boy had ever touched her bare breasts.  She had let one
other boy "feel her up" before, and he hadn't even been her current
boyfriend either.  But I didn't learn about this fact until we were in the
camper and on the way back to where she and my Uncle lived.

   "Will you come for me too?"

   I guess I should have been prepared for that one.  After everything else
that was happening so far, it seemed like a reasonable expectation of what
was more than likely going to happen sooner or later.  But as had also been
the case, I was still caught off guard.

   "Sure.  If you want me to, I will.  Will you?" I sort of shot back at
her.  And finally, I surprised her with one.

   But once again she stopped playing with me.  And once again I thought to
myself that I had inadvertently gone to far with my own request.

   "I'm not sure I can." She said.

   "Because of me?  Because of this?  Because of what we're doing you mean?

   "No.  No.  It's just that I haven't ever done that.  You know....come."

   "You've never had a climax?  Ever?"

   "I don't think so, no."

   I knew that if she'd had one, she'd have known it.  "What do you mean
you don't think so.  Do you masturbate?"

   She was blushing again, that was easy enough to see as she sat astride
my legs.  Our eyes having gotten used to the darkness long ago allowed both
of us to see more clearly now.

   "Sort of.  Sometimes.  But I just feel sort of good, but nothing much
beyond that.  I 'know' that other women have orgasms, I've certainly read
about it, but I don't think I ever have had one no."

   I pushed for details.  After all, here we were talking so frankly and
openly about everything.  "When you play with yourself, how do you do it?"
I asked her bluntly.

   Thankfully she kept stroking my cock, but as she talked, either her
nervousness or excitement picked up the tempo.  And I was starting to have
trouble concentrating on my end when she began increasing the strokes on my
cock.

   "Sometimes I put a pillow between my legs, under the covers in my bed at
night, and squeeze them back and forth against it.  Sometimes I sort of
'hump' the pillow, as I press my hand against it."

   "That's it?  That's all you ever do?  Don't you just touch your clit
with your finger?"

   And that time I had gone too far.  Brenda got flustered, and stopped
playing with me, letting go of me entirely.

   "Oh David.  I'm sorry.  We probably shouldn't have gotten started doing
this in the first place!" And then suddenly she stood up, grabbed her
discarded nightgown and headed back towards my bedroom, leaving me sitting
there with a "very-close" very painful erection.

   "Shit!" I said, pounding the padded mattress with my hand.  I waited,
hoping she'd return but she never did.  And had to content myself then with
pounding something else afterwards.

   About three in the morning, my mother woke me up to inform me it was
time to get up and get dressed.  We piled into my uncles truck after that,
and I took the upper bunk, which was the one, suspended above the passenger
compartment.  Brenda took the ready made bed below me, but which was also
off to one side so I couldn't see anything but her leg sticking out of one
of the covers.  As it was still early, we didn't speak.  I'm not sure she
was ready too anyway, and we went back to sleep while my Uncle drove, and
my mother stayed up front with him keeping him company.

   A few hours later, we stopped at a rest stop so my Uncle could get some
more coffee and a bite to eat in order to stay alert and remain awake for
the long drive ahead.  Brenda declined to go inside, opting to stay outside
and 'locked-in' while we all went in to have something.  It was afterwards
when I once again got back inside the camper that she finally spoke to me.

   "Did you "finish"?  Last night?"

   And I knew what she was referring to.  I had forgotten that she had
wanted to see me do that too.  And I had really wanted to at the time, more
than anything.

   "Yes." I admitted.  "After you left, I waited, hoping you'd come back so
that I could.  But when you didn't........"

   "I'm really sorry.  I guess I was just embarrassed.  I've never told
anyone that I've either masturbated, or that I've never come before either.
I guess I just felt really stupid in a way, and that maybe you'd think I
was being childish, or too naive to even want to continue talking about it
with me."

   "I'm sorry too Brenda.  I didn't mean anything by it.  I was just
surprised that you hadn't 'touched yourself' in that way I guess.  I
thought every girl did, if she does masturbate that is.  I mean, its not
like I'm all 'that' experienced either you know?"

   That really seemed to settle everything down between us once again.  And
suddenly Brenda was back to being the same curiously excited and
inquisitive person she'd been the night before.

   "You know, we'll know if they're going to stop anyplace before they do.
And there's no way they can hear us back here or know what we're doing
unless we get too loud or start jumping up and down or something......"

   She left that last comment just sort of hang there in the air,
questioning if I was ready to sort of pick up where we'd left off.

   "Upper bunk?" I questioned.  But Brenda was already way ahead of me,
scrambling up into it even before I'd gotten out the question.

   There was a window up there, but it had blinds and we closed them. 
Brenda lay closest to it so she could look outside and check in case the
truck slowed down for any reason..  But as we were on the freeway by then,
we'd immediately know it if my Uncle began to slow down or stop.  As the
window in my Uncles truck wasn't one of those that opened back into the
camper, there was really no way to communicate back and forth either
without actually stopping and getting out of the truck to do so.  So we
felt relatively safe.  Even so, we both agreed that we'd need to be careful
and that "I" would need to be ready to jump down and get into the other bed
if necessary.  Brenda could remain in the top bunk without causing any
questions to be asked, and could easily slip back into her shorts only and
tank top that she often wore to sleep in.  As I slept shirtless myself, all
I'd have to do was ensure I was at least wearing my Levi's and preferably a
shirt as well if we did stop, or begin too.  So with these precautions
understood, I climbed into the bunk along side her, and we almost picked up
from where we'd left off the night before.  But this time, I intended to
show her what it was I had been trying to tell her about.

   We had pulled down the top cover for a couple of reasons.  One, it would
make it easier to get out of the bed without getting all tangled up in the
covers in the event of an emergency.  Two, Brenda could then easily slip
into her clothes and if necessary, throw the cover back over the top of her
self in a hurry.  But three, and I liked her thinking on this one.  We'd be
able to see one another.  And, it was daytime, and we were about to see
each other nude for the first time in total light unlike the still visible,
but still cloaking darkness of the evening before.

   Seeing her in the daylight was even more exciting of course.  I had
certainly gotten a pretty good view of her overall 'figure', but certainly
not in the same way as I was seeing it now.  And she was experiencing the
same thing as well with me.  Her breasts had the lightest pink nipples I'd
ever seen.  It was hard to tell where her nipples began and where they
merged into the rest of the flesh of her breasts.  I'd seen several women's
boobs in magazines of course, and even one or two here and there through
either accidental exposures, or once spying on a friend's sister.  But I
had never in all this time seen any as light pink, or as erotic as these.
Her nipples were fairly small too, but as I remembered when I'd been
playing with them the previous night, they easily became erect and rather
elongated though thinner than what I had actually expected.  Never the
less, I was once again excited beyond reason to be caressing them and
playing with them once again.  As I was doing this, Brenda of course
reached down and immediately started playing with me as well.  I wasn't
quite as hard as I had been when she'd touched me the first time, but she
found this experience quite rewarding as well, actually stroking me and
getting me back to the point she had had me the night before.

   "Sometime..." She began in very low soft tones, which would be how we
would converse in this fashion for the remainder of the trip.  ".....I want
to see you totally soft, and then watch you get hard from the very
beginning."

   I laughed.  "I'm not sure I can do that one either!"

   "Why not?"

   "Because the moment I even think about something like that, or that you
want to do that, I won't be totally soft anymore.  Maybe not fully hard
like I am now...but definitely not totally soft either."

   And Brenda had to laugh at that one.  And she blushed again too.  And
this time I really could see the flush in her face.  "I guess I'll just
have to sneak up on you in the bathroom or something then, when you least
expect it."

   "I can just see you trying to do that with everyone there all the time."

   "Who say's we won't have anytime alone?  You never know.  I guess we'll
just have to wait and see."

   We settled into a very long extended form of foreplay then.  But I
wanted to do that, as I had several reasons for prolonging it.  I could
tell by Brenda's breathing when it began to change that she was really
starting to get excited.  And it was then that I decided to do to her, what
she had said she had never done to her self before.

   "Trust me?" I asked her quietly.  There was a curious questioning look
in her eyes as I looked at her, asking that.  But she only smiled slightly
and nodded her head yes.  I spun around on the bed then so that we could
both continuing exploring the way we really wanted to, which was in and of
itself an incredible situation and sensation to enjoy while driving down
the highway.  I spread her pussy lips apart with one hand, and slowly began
to tease her pussy slit with a finger on my other one.  This of course also
more fully exposed her clitoris, and I occasionally brushed against it with
my finger, which had her moaning softly within the space of a few short
minutes.

   "Is this the way you feel good when you're using the pillow?"

   "Ah huh." Her response almost a breath rather than any kind of real
reply.

   "But better too.  It feels........a lot.......better."

   That's what I had been hoping for at least.  And I could tell as I
played with her slit, and with her clit, lightly encircling it with my
finger, and flicking it back and forth against it that she was getting more
and more aroused the longer I continued doing it.

   "Is it feeling any better now?"

   And again another long moaning response.  "Oh yessssssss, yesssssss
very.....  very much so!"

   She had stopped stroking my cock several moments ago, but I took this as
a good sign as well.  Though she still held it in her hand, and
occasionally clasped it or moved her hand on me, I could tell that she was
obviously losing more and more of her ability to concentrate the longer we
went.

   "Tell me if you start to feel anything different than what your feeling
now."

   "Like what?"

   "You'll know.  Just tell me if you do."

   Her pussy was glistening with lubrication by this time, and it was
getting easier and easier to slip my finger without ever attempting to
penetrate her, up and down the inside of her slit.  Her clitoris I bathed
with her own juices until she was suddenly shuddering and somewhat humping
my hand uncontrollably and without any realization that she was even doing
so.

   "I'm starting to feel something...."

   I couldn't help grinning.  "Yes...that's it!" I urged her.  "Keep
concentrating on that feeling.  Let it build until you can't stand it
anymore..and then just let it go!"

   Her breathing was really ragged now, but she was indirectly signaling to
me in another way as well.  The grip on my cock was becoming almost
painful, and I swore if she continued, I'd have to do something about it
soon or I'd be in too much pain to continue what it was that I was doing.

   I don't know why I suddenly did what I did then.  But it certainly
seemed to be the thing to do at the time.  And I was glad I did it
afterwards.  As was Brenda.

   She began moaning even longer now, and then suddenly with little sharp
quick intakes of breath like she was running a fast sprint, I leaned over
even further and licked her clit with the tip of my tongue.  She seemed to
freeze, holding her breath.  I flicked it with my tongue faster; she nearly
ripped my cock from my balls in the process.  But she came then.  And boy
did she come when she did.

   Brenda rolled into me forcing both my hands and my face away from her as
she did.  She sucked face with the pillow then, and I could hear a near
muffled scream into the pillow when she did.  She was convulsing and
clenching her own hands, which she'd trapped between her legs after she had
forced me away from her.  Still groaning with an incredibly deep throated
but thankfully muffled orgasmic scream, she clenched herself with one hand,
and stuffed parts of the other, along with a portion of the pillow into her
mouth.  I could only lay there beside her and watch, waiting for her to
come back from where ever it was she had finally discovered.  And even
after she quit trying to eat the pillow, it was a long, long time before
she moved, rolling once again over onto her back and was able to look at
me.

   And Brenda was crying.

   We spent some time discussing what had happened after that.  Especially
what it was, and why I did what I did that finally broke through whatever
barrier had been sitting there all this time.  She was anxious to ask me
all kinds of questions about that too.  And I answered each one as best I
could, but given the fact that I was "winging" a few things myself, I could
only tell her that most of it was done on simple instinct more than
anything else.

   And then I realized something else then, and laughed as the thought
suddenly hit me.

   "You said you wanted to see me go from soft to hard?  Well now's your
chance too!" With the somewhat calmer less heated passion and discussion,
not to mention the slightly painful way my cock had been handled right
there at the end, it had shriveled up considerably.  As I was still naked,
and with my cock sitting mere inches away from her face as we lay toe to
toe talking about everything, Brenda's delight in discovering my very limp,
though already stiffening member something of great personal interest
indeed.  She once again gripped my cock, and sort of wagged it back and
forth, the 'softness' allowing it to sort of flip back and forth somewhat
lopsidedly for a few moments, then gradually stiffening so that she was
unable to accomplish this same exacting move with her hand.  When it was
once again fully erect, which had taken very little time to achieve; Brenda
once again went back to stroking it and playing with it.  And this time,
she saw the pearl drop of lubrication, which she'd milked out with her
hand.

   "Is this cum?" She asked.

   "Not quite, but it's called pre-cum." She rubbed her fingers in it, and
then rubbed them together.

   "It feels a little like oil, or lotion maybe."

   "Hmmmm it feels good to me." I teased back moaning.

   "But if you really want to see the white stuff, your going to have to do
a lot more than what your doing now."

   Brenda sat up then, and began playing with my cock in a much more
enjoyable up and down manner.  But what really made it hot for me was she
seemed to enjoy asking me questions about what she was doing, and what it
was I was feeling when she was doing it.  In a way, it was as though she
was using me to study for a test coming up, which perhaps in a way she was.
But whatever the case, I didn't mind.  If this was the quiz, I could hardly
wait for the final exam.

   "How's that feel when I do this?" Brenda would ask me, stroking me so
lightly and softly that it was as though her hand wasn't even touching me.
I was beginning to think that not only was she a natural at this, but maybe
she'd been leading me on all along, maybe she had done this with another
boy before, because if she hadn't she could have fooled me.

   "Oh Brenda, that feels so fucking good!" The words had come out of my
mouth before I realized I'd even spoken them.  I'd never used that word in
front of her before, ever.  And I tensed up hoping I'd not offended her or
once again ruined everything after I'd already said it.  Instead, and
keeping my eyes closed, still fearful of having misspoken, I waited, and
felt as her hand began pumping my cock even more firmly with faster needful
strokes.  Thankfully, she'd not gotten upset with me or angry, and as I
then learned, the language seemed to turn her on even more.  And though she
didn't say, "fuck" herself, she obviously enjoyed saying other words that
she either found erotic or had wanted to say.

   "You like how I'm playing with your 'Prick'?  The word "Prick" as she'd
said it, rolling off the tip of her tongue as though she was hearing
herself say it for the first time.  And for all I knew, she had.

   "Are you going to shoot your cum-cream for me soon?  Are you going to
cover my tittys in it when you do?"

   "If you want me to." I replied.  "Would you like that if I do?"

   "Yes, I'd love to see you cum on my tits." She responded, definitely
getting aroused all over again.  Her face was flushed once again, but not
from embarrassment this time, but with wide eyed open lust spreading across
her face.  And I could see it in her eyes as well as she continued to stare
at my cock which she was so delightedly playing with.  Watching her doing
this, seeing the expression on her face was as nearly as enjoyable as the
sensations she was giving me.  Almost, but not quite.  And then I was close
as well.  And told her so.

   "Oh Brenda, I'm almost there.  Are you sure, are you sure?" I don't know
why I felt I had to ask that.  Not like I could have stopped myself from
coming at that moment, but it was as though I had to have some sort of
reassurance from her that she knew what she was doing, and especially what
she was about to witness in a few more seconds.

   "Very sure........" She drawled.

   And then my first ejaculation hit her squarely in the face.  We laughed
about it afterwards of course.  But when it happened, it took us both by
surprise.  I had opened my eyes to watch myself cum as well, I liked doing
that, but I was more interested in seeing the expression on her face. 
After all, this was something she had wanted to see too.  But neither one
of us knew just how forceful or how intense my orgasm was going to be until
I was having it.  And by then of course it was too late to warn her about
the possibilities, or the unintended explosion of the first spurt which
landed across the bridge of her nose and into the corner of her left eye.

   She flinched of course, but without missing a single beat, wiped my cum
away from her eye, and continued milking my prick, though she now more
carefully directed the remaining jettisons of my spunk against her breasts.

   With all the build up and excitement, I had deposited quite a white
creamy load against most of her breasts.  And as this had been the first
time she'd ever seen this, I was rather pleased that it had been such a big
one, even for me.  Brenda eventually released me when it simply became too
tender for me to allow her to continue.  Another lesson learned.

   "Do all guys come as much as that?" She asked.

   "Some more, some less." I offered, not really all that sure myself.  "I
think it has a lot to do with how many times they've come, how soon in
between times, and probably, how intense or stimulated they are before they
do."

   I could almost envision myself on a well-known game show with everyone
clapping and saying "Good answer!  Good answer!"

   But it was the best one I had at the moment, and Brenda seemed pleased
with the results.

   "So I take it then, that was a 'good' cum for you?"

   "Oh my yes...one of the best ever."

   More clapping...

   With the 'edge" off now, we both decided to get dressed for the day. 
Twenty or so minutes later, we stopped at another place to eat.  And this
time Brenda was famished.  We both were.

   The only thing that weirded us out a little was when my mother asked
offhandedly if we'd been having a good time back there.  I wasn't sure how
to respond initially, wondering if we'd said or done something they had
somehow overheard.  Thankfully Brenda responded before I could have, as I'm
not sure how I would have sounded.  She winked at me as we went into sit
down and eat, and I felt like I had a Cheshire Cat, shit eating grin on my
face the whole time we sat there too.  But no one seemed to notice anything
differently about me, though mom did make the comment that she was glad to
see my attitude had changed about going along.  Boy, if she had ever known!

   Brenda and I sat down around the small table in the camper as we headed
off down the road once again.  We played cards, but spent most of our time
catching up on what we'd been up to over the past couple of years.  This
was when I learned from Brenda that I had been the first boy/man to have
ever touched her bare breasts.

   With several hours still ahead of us in traveling, and with the
continued discussions regarding sexual curiosities, our mutual excitement
levels once again grew.  I had managed to convince Brenda to let me see her
breasts once again.  And though she was now dressed for the day, and having
to wear a bra, she did managed to lift her tee shirt and bra up in front,
though she refused to remove it entirely as that would be too dangerous in
the event we stopped suddenly.  Still, it was an exciting bit of fun to
continue on with while we teased and flirted with each other as we
traveled. As horny as we were both becoming all over again, I wasn't too
surprised when Brenda asked me if I would do something for her.

   "David, would you masturbate yourself for me while I watched?"

   "I will if you will." I challenged her.

   "OK, but you go first, and then I will."

   I quickly moved over into the far corner of the bench seat by the table,
Brenda sat beside me in order to get a clear view of me while I did it.  As
we were still somewhat constrained by danger of stopping unexpectedly, I
simply unzipped my pants, freeing my already stiff member.  If we were to
stop, I could quickly tuck everything away in a moment's notice.

   Brenda watched as I began to slowly jack off.  It was obvious by the
concentrated look on her face that she was obviously taking note of how I
pleasured myself; as opposed to the way she had done it earlier.  And once
again, asked questions of what it was I was doing and why.  This certainly
added to the eroticism of the experience, and helped each of us to quickly
overcome any remaining inhibitions we may have had in being so bold in
front of one another.  Several minutes later as I was growing closer and
closer to an orgasm, I realized that I had nothing prepared in advance for
catching my cum with.  And as we were dressed, simply letting it go was no
longer the option it had once been.

   "Brenda....I need something." I said, not quite stopping my
masturbation, but certainly slowing it to a near crawl.  She looked around
briefly, and then looked back at me.

   "Now's as good a time as any!" She said, and she suddenly leaned down
over the top of my cock and drew it inside her mouth and began lightly and
tentatively sucking the head of it.

   Once again I wasn't all that sure that she knew what it was she was
doing, or what to expect in the next few seconds if she kept this up.  "You
know if you keep doing that, I'm going to cum in your mouth!"

   "Ah huh." She mumbled as she continued sucking the head of my dick.  She
didn't fully encompass it with her mouth, or attempt to "deep-throat" me as
I'd seen done in a movie of the same name.  But seemed content to simply
mouth, sucking just the knob of my cock as I continued pumping the shaft
myself, adding to the sensation of her lips as they pressed around the
extremely sensitive skin of my cock tip.

   I gave her as much advanced warning, as it was physically possible to
do. But when that sweet overpowering sensation filled my balls, and as the
cum cream rose up my shaft, I could only grab onto her head holding it
there as I began pumping load after glorious load into her still sucking
mouth.  I was surprised that Brenda seemed to accept my ejaculation so
easily, and with very little difficulty.  I am sure that it had something
to do with the fact that I had already cum a short while ago, and that the
volume of my orgasm wasn't nearly as much as it had been earlier.  Either
way, I finished cumming entirely inside her mouth.  Brenda finally quit
licking and sucking me only after several minutes, and when the
super-sensitivity forced me to begin squirming in near painful tickling,
forcing her to finally stop.

   "Are you ok?" Was the first thing I asked her.  She smiled, licked her
lips actually and responded back after a moment.

   "That wasn't anything like my girlfriends warned me it would be like. 
They said if I did that, I could choke to death, and that sometimes it was
really Salty and vile tasting.  I actually liked it, it didn't taste
anything like that at all!"

   I felt better at least.  The last thing I wanted to do now was turn her
completely off some of the things we'd just started sharing together.

   "Your friends may have been right on one point however, especially if
the guy hasn't cum in a while.  The amount of cum can sometimes be quite a
bit more than that one was, but since I came this morning, I'm not
surprised it wasn't."

   "I figured that too.  But also took the advice from my girlfriend Susan
to just suck the head until it happens.  She said if I got too much, then
it was easier to quit sucking it, and just allow the excess to drool out.
However, in this case anyway, I didn't have any problem with it."

   We continued talking some more about what her girlfriends had shared
with her about "guys", and I of course tucked myself all neat and tidy away
once again.  However, I was still anxiously waiting my turn to watch her do
the same for me.  When I mentioned that it was "her" turn however, she
balked at doing it once again.  "I'm still not comfortable doing that in
front of you." She said.  "I know that sounds silly, but I really want to
try doing that alone first, maybe then...."

   I understood what she as feeling and going through, but as horny as I
knew she still was, decided to pursue it in another direction.  We spread a
bath towel on the bench seat; I placed a pillow on the floor in which to
kneel on.  It didn't take much coaxing to get Brenda to go along with what
I had in mind now, and we still had plenty of time to react to anything as
well.  She was wearing short fuzzy cotton shorts, so pulling those down, or
putting them back on again would be no problem for her.  She placed herself
so that she was lying down on the seat, with her legs just over the edge of
it where I was now kneeling down in between on the floor.  For the next
half-hour at least, I spent licking and tonguing her wet moist slit, as
well as teasing her hard little clitoris at the same time.  Brenda enjoyed
the tonguing of her cunt immensely, but as hard as I tried, she was
extremely nervous about what I was doing, no matter how good it was
feeling, and could not allow herself to relax enough to achieve an orgasm.
When we felt the truck start to slow, we immediately scrambled back up,
rearranging ourselves and ensuring we had not left any 'evidence' of our
sex-play behind us.  We had only reached the off-ramp to the City she lived
in, but had less than half an hour before we actually arrived.  It gave us
plenty of time to calm down, clean up and straighten up, something we were
both glad to have time to do.

   One thing we had also discussed was the sleeping arrangements once we'd
arrived.  My Uncle's place was far larger than our home was, so there was
plenty of room for everyone to sleep in.  However, I was also given the
option of sleeping in one of the extra spare bedrooms, or in sleeping
outside in their other trailer.  Brenda and I had discussed the possibility
of utilizing the convenience of my sleeping outside instead of inside, and
I had to agree.  Not only would it make things easier on us to continue our
explorations, but I also wanted the additional privacy away from everyone
else as well.

   Brenda told me that most likely Marsha wouldn't be home yet as she had a
part-time job.  I was looking forward to seeing her again too, but not in
the same way that I had been enjoying my re-acquaintance with Brenda of
course.

   We had dinner, visited with both my Aunt and Uncle, and then after a
short period of time, Marsha arrived home as well.  She had also changed
over the course of the two or so years since I had seen her last, though
not nearly as remarkably as had her sister.  Marsha still had dark brown
hair, but she had cut it so it was considerably shorter than it had been
before.  At twenty years of age, she had a maturer look to her, but beyond
that, she was pretty much as I had remembered her to be.  But something I
had forgotten, was just how sexy looking she really was.

   Brenda and I were sitting outside on their front porch when she drove
up. I began walking out to her car to greet her and when she saw me, she
ran up to me as well and gave me a big kiss and a hug.  As silly as it
sounded, I actually felt a little guilty when she did this as Brenda was
still sitting on the porch swing watching all this.  However, if it had
bothered her at all, she gave no notice of it when the two of us returned
and rejoined her.

   We chatted, once again catching up on old times until way late into the
evening.  As it was my first night there, Brenda and I had already agreed
that to attempt to try and do anything that night might prove to be too
risky.  So that first very memorable day ended.  But it proved to be only
the beginning of the wildest week I could have ever possibly imagined.

   We spent the balance of the next day with family, so there was very
little time for Brenda and I to chat let alone do anything.  We did manage
to discuss the possibility of her sneaking out to my trailer that evening
however, and agreed that if the coast was clear, and provided that everyone
was absolutely and soundly asleep, then she'd come out for a 'visit'
sometime around midnight.  We also agreed, that if she wasn't there by one
in the morning at the latest, she wouldn't be.  That way I could go ahead
and lock the door of the trailer if I wanted to.

   Situated as it was, the trailer was parked around the side of the house,
completely away from the back bedrooms, which were on the opposite side of
the property all together.  Additionally, the area was fenced in for
storage purposes, and was a separate area altogether from where the cars
parked inside of the garage.  Sleeping out here was extremely private, and
with no one the wiser that anyone was even staying inside the trailer, gave
me all the assurance I needed that we'd be perfectly safe.

   Shortly around midnight, I heard the door open and Brenda quickly
slipped inside the trailer.  She also informed me that should anyone come
out into the yard, which the motion detector would kick on, and the
backyard would be lit up as a further warning that someone had come out the
back door.  She explained that why she hadn't triggered it was because if
you turned off the light and then went out back, it took a few minutes for
it to start working again.  And that is why she'd made it over to the
trailer in the dark.  Anyone else coming outside would have no reason to do
that, and we'd know it ahead of time.  She'd also worn a bathrobe over
non-sexy, though simple sleeping attire that would also allow "us" greater
flexibility in the event she and I needed to get dressed in a hurry.  We
weren't even too concerned about anyone coming out back and finding us
together, we'd often stayed up into the wee early morning hours several
times in the past.  I had already spread out a deck of cards on the table
as well as some soft drinks and snacks so that it would appear as though
we'd just been sitting up talking and playing cards like we usually did.

   We kept the one light over the table on, which was a soft glowing one
anyway, and ensured that all the curtains were pulled and would not allow
anyone from seeing inside the trailer.  Feeling that we'd pretty much taken
every precaution we could think of, we included locking the door, and with
assurances that she'd crept quietly out of the house and that everyone was
definitely asleep, we soon took off our clothing and lay in the bed, which
was next to the table area.  Though this was much smaller than the upper
bunk would have been, it was also the easiest in the event we needed to get
up and dress in a major hurry.

   We hadn't really discussed doing anything, but with the confines being
what they were, we found ourselves curled up in a head to toe combination
on the small bed.  We'd enjoyed that initial fondling and exploratory
adventure of that first time so much, we decided to start up with that
again.

   I don't know how long we had been laying there side by side playing with
one another, but we certainly never saw any lights come on, and we
definitely didn't hear the door to the trailer being unlocked and opened
either.  In the next instant, Marsha was standing in the doorway of the
trailer looking at us, but it wasn't until we heard the door closing behind
her that we even realized there was anyone there.

   "My, My!  Look at what we have here!"

   I didn't need to look up to know it was Marsha by the sound of her
voice. And thankfully she was still alone at least.  Had either my Uncle or
mother been standing there with her, we'd have heard them before we'd heard
her.

   "Marsha!" Brenda didn't quite scream, still cognoscenti enough to still
keep her voice down, even though the likelihood of anyone hearing us even
then would have been a remote possibility at best.

   "What are you doing here?" Brenda completed the question.

   "No.....I think the correct question is what are the two of "you" doing
here?"

   There wasn't much of course that either one of us could say.  And
perhaps for the first time in my entire life, I was totally speechless. 
About the best I was hoping for at that point was that I'd be able to
convince Marsha not to say anything to anyone, and then promise my life
away if that's what it took that we'd never ever do anything again.  I
prepared this particular speech in a millisecond, waiting for what I
expected to be a tirade of "Just what the hell do the two of you think you
are doing?  Or some such.  But what we both got, fooled us completely.

   "Frankly, I'm surprised it took this long for the two of you to end up
in bed together.  I thought you were doing it two years ago, but I was
never able to confirm my suspicions, but when I heard Brenda get up and
slip out of the house, I started to wonder.  But the 'kicker' that
something was up, was when she turned the light off and on, and slipped
outside in the dark.  If she wasn't trying to hide the fact she was coming
out back to be with you, she wouldn't have done that."

   I looked at Brenda who was looking at me.  And both of us had the same
puzzled expressions on our faces like "Now what?"

   "Marsha, we 'weren't' doing it.  I'm still a virgin if you must know,
and intend on staying that way."

   "So am I." I butted in saying.  Like that was going to explain anything
as it was anyway.

   Marsha only laughed.  "So you're just playing an advanced game of Doctor
then huh?"

   "Something like that." I again blurted out.  At this point, I was
getting past being scared, and was now starting to actually get angry.  If
she was going to say or do anything, then I wanted to know what it was
going to be.

   "Don't worry.  I have no intention on ratting on the two of you.  Like I
said, I thought you were doing it two years ago.  After all those
conversations the two of you had with one another............"

   "Don't forget you joined in on them occasionally too!" Brenda countered
her sister.

   "Yes, but the two of you have always been closer than David and I ever
where.  And I know that when we were considerably younger, that the years
made more of a difference then.  But not so much now."

   Marsha moved over to the table bench and sat down.  Neither one of us
had made any effort to get dressed, and Brenda had sat up in fact although
her breasts were still fully exposed.  It wasn't like they hadn't seen one
another naked before, I am sure they had.  But sitting here naked myself,
although I now did have a hand attempting to conceal my erection, it was
still weird to have one of my cousins naked and the other one sitting there
in her bathrobe.  "So what do you intend on doing Marsha?" Brenda
questioned her sister.

   "Why joining in of course!"

   I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.  And I know Brenda couldn't
believe it either.

   "Your not serious!" She exclaimed.

   "Very serious sis.  The two of you have been flirting back and forth for
years, and although I was older, I felt left out of your relationship with
each other.  Now....well now, I think we all ought to put things on an
equal footing."

   I know that Brenda was upset by all of this.  But like what could either
one of us do about it?  And with this sudden turn of events, it was now a
brand new and exciting ball game for me.  I knew I'd be treading on thin
ground here, the last thing I wanted to do was alienate either one of my
cousins, so the best thing was to try and make peace, and somehow mollify
the two of them before either one did or said anything that would spoil
everything and get us all in trouble.

   And thankfully I remembered the one thing that might ease the four of us
past this extremely awkward moment.

   "Well I guess this does sort of make us even in a way." I began.

   And Marsha glanced over at me with a wide-eyed curious expression on her
face of "So where's this going?"

   And as I continued to begin the story, Brenda caught on, and smiled
wickedly as well.  I'm not sure what she thought I was doing, except
perhaps to try and put Marsha on the defensive perhaps, but that really
wasn't my intention at all.

   "When I was here the last time, it was the night before we left to fly
home.  The "adults" had gone out to dinner together, Brenda and I had gone
bowling, remember?"

   "Yea........." And the way she said it sounded vaguely familiar, but I
continued.  Brenda was sitting there grinning.

   "Well, when we got to the Bowling Alley, we discovered they were having
some kind of tournament, so all the lanes were booked for the evening.  All
we did was turn around and come home.  But what we never told you was, when
we got home, Brenda told me that it was your boyfriend's car that was
parked out front.  And as we were both curious as to what the two of you
might be doing, we snuck around back to go into the house that way, but as
it turned out, the two of you were sitting in the swing." The same swing
which was now sitting on the front porch.  I saw the look of understanding
begin to cross her face, but continued on anyway.

   "We almost stumbled into the two of you, but as it turned out, you were
too busy watching for any car lights to pull into the driveway to worry
about anyone coming around from the side of the house.  Brenda and I both
ducked down behind the Lilac bushes then, and sat there watching the two of
you after that.  Do you remember what you were doing?"

   Marsha finally realized we must have seen it all.  And she was smiling
back at me now too.  "Yes, if I remember right, I was jerking my boyfriend
off, and he had my tank top up around my neck if I remember right.  I
wasn't wearing a bra, so the two of you must have gotten a pretty good look
at my tits too."

   "Yea!" Brenda finally jumped in.  "So we weren't doing anything more
than the two of you were doing that night!"

   "Except....David's our cousin.  And that does seem to put a little
different twist on it don't you think?"

   That seemed to let the air out of Brenda's argument, which I was
grateful for anyway.  Especially as that hadn't been my original intention
to do.  And what had happened had basically worked in my favor anyway, and
that was to defuse the situation with a shared little secret story, keep
the sex talk going, and finally, submit as though there really was no
alternative but to make the best of it and perhaps have some fun doing it
in the process.

   "Come on Brenda, she's right about that part anyway.  We could get into
a lot of trouble, even if we were to squeal on her.  And besides, we "all"
of us have been close, maybe not as close as you and I have been in the
past.  But since we're here, I don't see any reason to stop having fun now.
I still want to do some special things to you, and if your sister rats on
us, I won't be able to."

   I know the argument seemed a little lame, but Marsha seemed to pick up
on my reasoning behind it, and pressed Brenda into submitting to going
along as well.

   "Come on Bren...its not like the two of you are boyfriend and
girlfriend, your just having some plain old naughty fun, and I want to have
some of it too!"

   "Oh, OK.!" Brenda finally relented saying.  And I think I finally took a
breath.  I know I hadn't been holding it all this time, but it sure felt
like it.

   "So, what do you propose we do then?" She still said a little angrily
and somewhat sulky.

   "Why don't the two of you go back to doing what it was you were doing? I
want to watch for a little while anyway, and then, David and I can do the
same, and you can watch us."

   Believe it or not, the thought of that actually intrigued Brenda.  Not
so much having her sister watching us, but her being allowed to watch her
sister and I.  And that surprised me a little.  "Go figure." I thought,
after Brenda now a lot more excitedly stated that she'd rather watch the
two of us go first.

   "Well, OK, if you're sure you want too then!"

   Brenda quickly assured us that she did, and finally got up and put her
bathrobe back on, now taking a much more guarded "look-out" position as
well by the window.  "You don't think they'd think to do the light trick
too would they?" She asked.

   "No way.  Besides, you know dad.  Once he's asleep, nothing would wake
him.  And he could care less that the 'three' of us were out here anyway.
Especially, being the three of us."

   "Well that's true." Brenda responded.  "But one of us should probably
keep a look out anyway."

   At that moment, Marsha removed her bathrobe.  All she had on was a pair
of white cotton panties, and nothing else.

   "Marsha!" Brenda exclaimed looking at her sister.  "You came out here
dressed like that?"

   Marsha gave her one of those 'You've got to be kidding looks.' "Brenda,
you know this is how I sleep, I never wear anything except for a pair of
panties."

   "I know, but what if....."

   She never finished the sentence.  Realizing how silly and absurd it
would sound anyway.  If we were ever 'caught' doing anything, the fact that
her sister hadn't been wearing a bra to begin with would be the least of
our problems.

   I had to say one thing about the similarities and differences of the two
sisters.  Besides the difference in hair color, the hair color on their
respective pussies was identical.  Each was a light brown almost reddish
tinted color.  And they had both trimmed them so that they appeared almost
identical in that way as well.  I almost asked if the shaved side by side
or something to see them turn out that way.  But I didn't.

   The other thing was that their breasts were roughly the same size and
even the same shape, though Marsha's were perhaps slightly larger, and a
little less firmer looking in appearance than Brenda's were.  But the
difference was so slight; it would still be hard to tell the difference
between them.  The one obvious difference however was in the coloring of
their nipples.  Where Brenda's were that sexy sensual soft pink color,
Marsha's were almost totally and completely opposite.  She had very large
areola, which were a dark tan color.  Looking at Marsha's only lovely
breasts soon had me once again becoming excited.  My erection once again
began to grow and I was no longer concerned with trying to conceal my self
from her.

   We lay down on the small bed together, side-by-side, but not head to
toe, as Brenda and I had been when Marsha first walked in on us.  Almost
immediately I began playing with her breasts, kissing them and sucking them
while she began feeling and playing with my erection.

   "I'll say one thing, you are bigger than my boyfriend was." She stated.
And I felt pretty good about that.  But she let the air out of my balloon
in the next breath however, "But not quite as big as my current boyfriend
is, he's probably an inch or two bigger even, but you have a nice cock
too."

   Up and then down, and then up again.  My ego, as well as my cock as she
began to stroke it with an obvious sense of experience to it as she did so.

   Brenda continued watching, but eventually decided that if anyone were
going to come out side, they would have done so by now.  "Come on Marsha,
you've had a turn, now its my turn."

   I have to admit, it was exciting to not be fought over exactly, but
knowing I was the 'only' guy in this situation, it was extremely erotic and
exciting to be the one that they were arguing over.

   "No body's going to come outside Brenda.  So lets quit wasting time
here. Lets all get up into the top overhead bed so we can all have some
fun." That seemed to appease Brenda, and it certainly seemed like a
wonderful idea to me as well.  So we quickly all scrambled up into the
larger bed, with me in the middle.

   I had the best of both worlds of course.  While the girls sort of took
turns playing with me, I was laying there with a hand in each of their
cunts.  It was an incredible sensation to lie there, running a finger up
inside and along their very wet slits, and then thumb and play with the
hard little clits I found there.  Doing what I was doing, was having its
affect on both of them, and it was extremely sensual to hear their
independent, but obviously aroused breathing which was nearly in unison
with one another.  I personally could have gone on doing that forever, but
about that time, Marsha decided it was time to escalate the adventure to a
new level.

   "Have you two had oral sex with each other yet?" She asked.

   "A little." Brenda confessed, not too much though.

   "Don't you like licking pussy David?" She asked me.

   "Oh yes!  I like it a lot, we just haven't had much chance to do it much
is all." I replied.

   "That's good.  Because that's the only way I can cum unless I'm playing
with myself.  So when I'm ready...you'd better be ready to do that to me so
I can."

   I think I was grinning ear to ear.

   "Have you cum yet sis?" She asked Brenda.

   "Once!"

   And I know Marsha took that to mean she'd come one time while we'd been
fooling around together, and not that her one and only time had been only
recently.

   "Orally?"

   "Ah...no.  Not that way, yet."

   "Oh, well then.  If David's any good at it, then you've got to
experience having an orgasm that way.  David?"

   Marsha was half sitting up at this time, and directed me with her hand
towards Brenda's waiting pussy.  And I had no problem with that, excited
that I'd be sticking my tongue in either one of their cunts at this moment.
I quickly situated myself on the bed, once again lying down on my back. 
Marsha had told Brenda that she might enjoy it more if she was to sit on my
face while I licked her.  I'd also be able to more easily play with her
breasts like that as well.  I was delighted that Marsha was now
choreographing our activity.  I'd have never thought of doing it this way,
at least not on my own for a while yet anyway.

   There was barely enough room on the bed for her to sit on me that way
without her head bumping into the ceiling, but somehow we managed it
anyway. And I have to say; eating her like that became my favorite way of
doing it, from then until now.  I enjoyed being able to have the freedom to
lick her, as well as play with her breasts.  I filled my hands with her tit
flesh and caressed her boobs and caressed my own mind in doing it.  It was
the most sensual thing I had ever encountered, but then again, I was
crossing through new un-chartered territory as it was anyway.

   When Marsha began sucking me however, I almost blew a pre-mature load
right then and there.  It took every ounce of willpower to refrain from
doing so, and eventually I had to ask her to stop or else I would.  And
there was another noticeable difference between Marsha and Brenda.  She'd
obviously been doing that for a couple of years, and enjoyed doing it. 
Brenda had certainly been naughty-fun feeling when she'd sort of licked and
sort of sucked me, but there was no comparison to the way her sister went
about doing it.  And not like I was any more experienced either.  And I
thought almost immediately when I did finally get a chance to lick Marsha's
sweet quim that I'd no doubt show my lack of experience as well.

   Knowing how close she had so quickly gotten me, Marsha's experience
definitely took over then, and she did just enough to keep me near the
edge, but never quite go over it after that.  In the meantime, I practiced
on Brenda's pussy, getting better and better in the little time I had to
learn, and thought I was doing pretty well as her breathing soon became
very labored and raspy sounding.

   "You gonna be able to cum like that Bren?" Marsha quit sucking me long
enough to ask.

   "I don't know...I think so.  Maybe.  And as though her sister's question
to her once again somehow broke through yet another self-conscious barrier,
she suddenly added to that.  "OH yesssss, definitely!" It was only seconds
after that, and I felt her tense up, and literally freeze in position.  I
drove my tongue into her as fast as I could, not sure I was always licking
her clit in the process, but I knew I was doing something right enough. 
Brenda seemed to press herself against me really hard then, and finally
collapsed over the top of me nearly smothering me in the process.  But I
didn't mind, I had made her cum for only the second time in her life.  And
I was feeling pretty damn good about that too.

   After a few minutes, Brenda finally stirred and Marsha asked her if she
was ready to trade places with her.

   "Watch out though Brenda," she said warning her.  " I got him pretty
close a couple of times.  And if your not careful, he might shoot off
inside your mouth."

   "Oh...he's already done that!' She said.

   "What?  You let him?" And suddenly Brenda realized she'd done something
her sister hadn't even done before.

   And then.  "So what was it like?" She hadn't responded as though she was
repulsed or shocked that her sister had done so, and especially when she
learned that she had, she now was curious to hear from her what it was
like.

   "It wasn't that bad.  You mean to tell me you've never let your
boyfriend do that before?"

   And Marsha admitted that she hadn't.  It was Brenda's turn to tease her
sister then.  "Gee Marsha, and I thought you had all the experience!"

   "OK smarty.  We'll see.  David...when you are ready to cum, you tell me,
I want to try it at least once then."

   "But I'm the one who'll be sucking it." Brenda exclaimed.

   "We'll share it when he does!" Marsha shot back at her.  "That ok with
you David?"

   Like I would have said no?  "Oh yea.  That would be fine by me!"

   "You tell me then, before you do, ok?"

   "No problem!"

   And then Marsha positioned her own sweet pussy over my face, and once
again, I slipped my tongue into heaven.

   I'm sure it had an awful lot to do with the fact that I was way excited
enough already.  But as Brenda began sucking me, she seemed to be a lot
more animated in doing it that she had done previously.  Maybe it was some
sort of competition thing with her sister too, but whatever it was, I knew
there was no way I was going to be able to hold out for very much longer.
And if it took Marsha even half as long to cum like this as it did for
Brenda, I'd still never make it.

   Marsha 'was' enjoying what I was doing to her, albeit as inexperienced
at it as I was, but she was breathing lustfully by then, yet still very
much aware of how I was beginning to respond now as well.

   "You're getting pretty close huh?"

   "Ah huh" I muffled into her pussy.

   Marsha lifted herself off me then, and slid down beside me on the
opposite side of her sister.

   "You tell us when your there." She told me.

   "Oh...you'll know.  I promised.  And I was already starting to grit my
teeth as that old familiar feeling began churning around inside my balls.

   "You keep pumping him Brenda, no matter what." She then placed her mouth
over the head of my cock and began sucking me the way she'd been doing
previously.  Brenda continued stroking my penis, and between the two of
them it was far more than I could ever possibly hope to handle.

   And I exploded.

   I felt the first powerful jettison of my semen lunge itself inside
Marsha's mouth.  She seemed to flinch initially both from the sudden
surprise of it, all things being new to her of course, but from the way it
felt as it happened too.  She kept sucking, Brenda kept pumping, now more
furiously than ever, and Marsha managed to suck down every single drop of
my cum spurts, which surprised me.  I knew I had shot quite a load into her
mouth, and at one point half expected her to gag on it while doing it.  But
she never did.  I felt my toes curling back and forth, almost knotting up.
I tend to do that when I have a very intense orgasm, and this was
definitely one of those.

   Marsha finally released me.  "Wow!  You sure fucking came a lot!"

   "Marsha!"

   "What?" She answered.

   And then Brenda started laughing.  She hadn't quite managed to handle
all of it after all, a long stringy ribbon of my cum hung from the edge of
her chin and had connected itself to her breast.  I thought it looked
pretty horny myself, but Brenda kept laughing, and finally made her sister
aware of it sitting there like that.

   "I've never heard you say that word before." She said.

   "What?  Fuck?"

   "Yes...that!"

   "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!"

   And then we were all lying there, laughing together.  It had been
extremely intense, the sexual excitement, the added danger of being caught,
the fact we were cousins after all.  It had all contributed to an
incredible experience.  And we weren't quite done either.  We lay for a
bit, still chatting and talking, but by now Brenda was getting sleepy and
announced she was heading back inside.

   "You coming?" She asked her sister then.

   "I haven't yet." She reminded us jokingly.  "David still owes me one, so
I think I'll stay here until I do."

   Brenda didn't seem to mind either.  She was satisfied, and more than
tired and ready to go to bed.

   "Ok...have fun, but don't forget, there's only a couple of hours left
before sunrise."

   I glanced at my watch.  We'd been at it for over three hours now
already. "Holy Shit!  She's right!" I said.

   "You ready to throw in the towel too then?" Marsha said with a slightly
disappointing sound in her voice.

   "Not until you are!" I answered.

   Brenda left soon after to head off to bed.  And Marsha and I licked and
sucked one another to another intensely satisfying orgasm.  She came hard
too, and it was fun sixty-nining with her as we did.  We came almost
simultaneously, her sudden orgasm, triggering my own, and I once again
filled her mouth with my hot cum, though not nearly with the same force or
volume I had done earlier.  And this time she had no problem trying to
contain it all either.  Her own pussy juice flooded my face, she smeared
herself all over me, grinding against me as she came and came.  I didn't
mind it at all either; it was extremely erotic and completely pleasurable
beyond my wildest expectations.

   Marsha finally did leave, and the signs of the morning just off the
horizon were already beginning to reveal themselves by the time she managed
her way back into the house.  Exhausted, I managed about three precious
hours before my mother came out to rouse me.  Even then it took some doing.

   "What'd you do?  Stay up all night?" Mother asked me.

   "You could say that." I responded, then wish I hadn't.  I was almost
punch drunk and feeling slightly giddy.  But there was no sense casting any
suspicion on anything either.  Luckily, she didn't take it that way either.

   We didn't even attempt to try and get together that night.  We were all
still tired and exhausted from horsing around the night before.  And we
didn't manage to get together the next night either, though we'd all three
discussed it by then, but for some reason, our parents had stayed up late
playing Pinochle, so it was well past midnight before they finally went to
bed as well.

   We managed one other night together, the three of us before my mother
and I flew home.  And though it was quite exciting as well, it seemed to
lack the same sensual intensity that that first time together had held for
all of us.

   Marsha became engaged later on that year and Married the guy.  Brenda
wrote me about it, told me that Marsha had sucked the guy off, let him cum
in her mouth, and they were engaged a week later.  I got quite a chuckle
out of that.

   Brenda got accepted to a School back East on a scholarship.  She did
well too, and is a Plastic Surgeon today.

   We never again got together as we'd done on those two precious nights.
We never really talked about it much after that either.  I think we alluded
to it once along the lines of that "One Summer", or something like that.  I
don't know if it was a mixture of some guilt for what we'd so enjoyed and
experienced, right or wrong.  But it remained for me, then and now, a very
fond memory of growing up, and being taught a little bit in the process.


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