"Yeah," Jan panted. "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, Paul, oh God yeah, Paul! Aww, Mom, eat me, eat me!"
His hips bouncing, Paul pumped his cock into his aunt. He twisted his face around and from side to side, struggling to get his tongue still farther into his cousin's asahole. He squirmed it as far into her ass as he could.
He began to cum. His cock drove up into Lil She felt him spurting his load into her spasming cunt. She came. Flames raged through her as she worked
her lips and jaw and tongue and teeth on Jan's fountaining cunt. Gum streamed into her mouth as it was pumped into her cunt.
The three of them shuddered in a blazing triple orgasm. Then, slowly, the tangle fell apart. Paul's muscles collapsed and he fell back, away from Jan's delectable ass. Jan swayed, and rolled off to one side, avoiding sitting on Jan's face by the narrowest of margins.
Lil fell backward, bending Paul's softening cock downward. Finally it sprang free of her gaping, soggy slit. Her legs folded back, her knees straddling him, her cunt spread wide, she felt the cum drying on her exposed flesh.
Sadness racked her. It had all been so incredibly wonderful. And it could never happen again.
"Hi, can I come in?" Jan asked.
Paul glanced at her, then continued studying his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was trying to decide if he needed to shave yet or not. "Yeah," he answered.
"I need to pee," Jan said.
Paul had the feeling that it was just a sudden impulse on her part, not a real need. He tried to act nonchalant and not stare as she shoved her jeans and panties down and sat on the toilet. He glanced over at her as she pissed. She had her knees wide apart, and he had a perfect view of the process. It made his cock harden.
"What do you think about what Mom said yesterday?" Jan asked, tearing off some toilet paper.
Paul shrugged. He didn't need to shave, yet, darn
it. Seemed like he never would. "I don't know."
"Do you like it?" Jan probed.
"No."
"Do you think she's right?" Jan went on.
Paul shrugged again. "I don't know. I guess so.
"Why?"
"Why what?" Paul asked.
"Why do you think she's right?"
Paul squeezed a pimple on his jaw. "She's-she's older," he replied vaguely.
"So what?"
"So, she's probably right." He was still bound by his strict upbringing, still believed adults were always right.
"Huh?" Jan snorted. "I don't think she's right."
"You don't?" Paul asked, startled.
"No, I don't."
"You going to sit there all night?" Paul asked. "I got to go, too."
"Sorry." She got up and pulled her panties and jeans up. Then she just stood there.
Paul pried his hard-on put of his fly and walked to the toilet He felt his cousin watching him, and his cock got harder, which made it impossible to release a stream of piss.
"Guess I didn't need to go after all," he muttered, embarrassed.
"Chicken," Jan teased.
"Well, it's hard to go when I've got a…
"Hard-on," she finished.
"Yeah."
"Must hurt," she said, then giggled.
"Well, it's not funny!" he snapped, peeved. "I'm sorry," she apologized, fighting a smile.
"I'm going to take a shower," Paul announced.
"Can I, too?"
"Okay," he agreed, turning on the water. The distraction, and the rush of the water, was enough to kill his hard-on and rekindle his need to piss. He pissed quickly before his self-consciousness and lust could intervene. He began undressing. He knew Jan was watching him strip and his groin knotted excitingly. Then he stepped into the shower.
"I still think she's wrong," Jan insisted, joining him under the hot spray.
"Why?" Paul asked, soaping his face.
"Why shouldn't members of a family make love, so long as they don't have any children?" Jan asked.
"I don't know," Paul admitted. "By the way, can you get pregnant now?"
"No," Jan assured him. "I'm on the pill. Daddy got me a prescription. After he fucked me, that is."
"WHAT?"
"Let me have the soap," she ordered, sticking her hand out. "Sure." She soaped Pad's back as he rinsed the lather off his face. "It was great."
"Your mom's pretty good, too," Paul said helpfully. "I guess you know that, though."
"Do I ever," Jan giggled.
"How'd you get her going like that, anyway?" Paul asked. Jan was lathering his tight, muscular ass cheeks. He loved the feel of her warm soapy hands back there.
"Oh, sort of like this," Jan answered, sliding her fingers into his crack. "And a little like this," she added, grasping his half-hard cock with her other hand.
"Hmmm," he agreed. "I heard the vibrator going and couldn't figure out what it was. I thought I was going to cum in my pants when I saw what you were doing to her. You had your finger clear up her…"
"Just like you had your cock up her ass that afternoon," Jan observed. "Just like this," she added, twisting her soap-slick finger into his asshole.
"Unnnhhh!" Paul grunted as he felt his shit chute being invaded by her probing digit. "Christ, that feels good!"
"Thought you'd like it," Jan said cheerily, drilling her finger further into his asshole, clasping her hand more tightly around his rigid cock.
Paul stood under the blast of water, feeling his asshole spasming around her finger.
"Wow," he groaned.
"Still think Mom's right about no sex between relatives?" Jan asked, wiggling her finger provocatively in his greasy socket.
"I don't know," Paul gr6aned. "Sure is a lot of fun. And a lot easier than having to go out and find a girl."
"You bet your bippy," Jan agreed. "Especially when you aren't old enough to date."
"What happens when we do start really dating?" Paul asked.
"Just broadens our horizons the way I figure," Jan answered.
"Yeah," Paul agreed through his haze of pleasure. "How late are they going to be out tonight, anyway?"
"Real late," Jan answered, leaving no doubt about what she had in mind.
"That's nice," Paul sighed. Her finger was slipping in and out of his asshole now.
"How'd you get the idea of tonguing my asshole?" she asked as the water streamed down around them.
"Just sort of came to me," he answered. "You liked it?"
"Uh-huh," she acknowledged. "Can I try it?" she asked.
"You can reach your own asshole?" he teased, his guts tensing as he thought about what it would feel like to have her tongue in his ass.
"Oh you, silly!"
"Go ahead."
"Okay," she breathed, pulling her finger out of
his ass. Releasing his cock, she knelt behind him in the shower. He felt her hands clutch his ass cheeks, spread them apart. He bent over slightly, leaned against the wall.
Her breath burning his backside as she neared her goal. Her lips touched him and he flinched. His asshole clenched, then relaxed.
For a long time there was only that, as if she were building her courage. Then, so delicately he couldn't believe it, came the slithery, probing touch of her tongue. He sucked in his breath. It felt fantastic.
She pushed harder, and he fought to admit her buggering tongue. His asshole relaxed, and he felt her tongue dig inward, pry the slack muscle open a fraction of an inch. Then it clenched defensively. He relaxed it again and she pressed her tongue deeper. It was sensational! It felt like a worm was pushing its way into his body. No wonder she had gone mad when he had done it to her. And, at the same time he had been doing it, she was being eaten by her mother!
Paul spread his legs farther and bent over more to give her better access to his asshole. He could feel her breath in hot gusts burned his ass as she panted. He glanced down at his dangling, bloated cock. He could see her naked body between his legs. Her face was hidden by his swaying balls. But her tits were visible. Her nipples were protruding anxiously. Her thighs were squeezed together, so he could only see a tiny triangular patch of golden hair.