Incest/Taboo Cousins

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.​