In this story, men have sex with women and men, women have sex with women and men.
All characters in this story are at least eighteen when sexual acts take place. Happy now?
Molly and I were on the beach at night. We were on vacation with our family. We're all beach freaks. We live on one, but that's never enough, particularly for mom and Molly. We're twins, twenty-one, last year of college. Oddly, we don't go to the same school. Everybody asks in these stories so, I'm 5'6" Molly 5'2". We're built like dad, compact, curvy. Looks better on Molly than me. She's got nice round C boobs—Mom's tall and lean, kind of a model build. Dad, like I said, is like us. Well, enough of that. You can fill in the blanks yourself. Oh, yeah, that. Seven niches, cut, not huge but certainly big enough, right?
Now, the other thing. You hear a lot about twins and stuff. Molly and I never fooled around. I will confess to using my sister's panties, and yes, mom's too— I'm a perv— to assist me in my masturbation. Not a lot, but hey, once is enough, right? You've crossed the line. I never got caught, and neither mom nor Molly gave any indication that our relationship should 'evolve.' I'd had guy friends admit to doing the same thing. They were roaring drunk at the time of these admissions, so I never returned to the topic to inquire further.
Neither of us could sleep that night. We didn't want to turn the TV on. So, in the early hours of the morning, we were walking the beach in our swimsuits, each with a big bottle of water. You gotta hydrate in the tropics. No, no speedos and wicked weasels. I had board shorts and Molly a nice tank suit, french cut high on the sides.
Molly and I had gone up to where the beach ended in the jungle. It was different at night. During the day, people filled the beach, sitting in rented chairs under rented umbrellas, getting drinks from waiters that prowled looking for a waving hand. Now the chairs were out, but the umbrellas and chair cushions were in big wooden boxes, waiting to cradle the bodies of tourists tomorrow. It was a moonless night and overcast.
We heard engines, from land and sea. It was three AM.
"What is that?" Molly asked.
"Nothing good. We gotta get outa here."
Dim lights on boats were moving closer. Two pickups, blacked out, were already on the beach. The area was wide open. If we ran, they'd see us. This was a drug delivery, I was sure. We had to lay flat and hope.
"Lay down, Moll. They won't see us."
Then we saw a flashlight. Molly crouched down, took my hand, and ran for one of the wooden cushion boxes. She yanked out half the pads.
"Get in."
I jumped in, and Molly followed. She quietly lowered the lid.
"They had lights. They were scanning the beach." Molly whispered in my ear.
"Good plan. Quick thinking is."
"Thanks. Wonder how long this is going to take?"
I was comfortable. I had at least three cushions under me, and Molly seemed to fit well over me. We were face-to-face in that very dark box.
"I don't know. You comfortable?"
"Yeah, but I would have liked to pee before we jumped in here."
"Well, sis, you could have just asked, 'excuse me, violent drug dealers, may I tinkle before I hide from you with my brother in the big box?"
I whispered it in this sing-song, girlie voice. Molly gently rapped my head, "Booger."
We lay in silence. Molly's mouth was next to my ear, and I could hear her breathe. She had put her arms under mine, so our bodies were tight. Her legs lay on top of mine. It was a few minutes.
"You think they'll be done soon? I really have to go."
You could hear the occasional low voice and noise of things hitting things, "No, still there. Hang in there, sis, won't belong."
Molly was fidgeting on me.
"Sis, stay still. We can't make any noise."
"Can't help it, Mike. It's really uncomfortable."
"They gotta be done soon."
She still moved around on me. Her breath was strained. Then, it happened.
"I'm so sorry, Mike." She whispered. I was confused, but not for long.
Warm wetness seeped into my shorts. I felt her pee soak through and cover my cock and balls. My sister was pissing on me.
"Ohhhhhhhh, sooo good." She sighed. Her lips touching my ear, "I'm so sorry, Mike. I couldn't hold it anymore, but it feels so good to let it go. Ohhhh yeeeesss."
She must have a huge bladder. It just kept coming. She shifted up, and I felt more wet warmth cover me. I became aware that I was no longer a passive participant in this act. When Molly moved, her bulging pubis rested on my cock. My cock, remembering other women in that position that didn't pee on me, reacted. I got hard.
Molly had to feel it. She finally had stopped peeing. We'd been drinking water like mad, so there was no strong scent, but the warmth remained. Molly was still breathing deeply. She had reacted like pissing was, well, more.
Now, like it wasn't weird enough, Molly shifted her hips, just a little. I felt the hardness of her pubic bone behind the cloth, and I think hair. She was pressing her sex against my boner. I didn't know what to do. The druggies were still there. Talking was dangerous. But, my biggest problem was that the whole thing was turning me on. I had to admit that being covered in warm pee made me hard, well having your hot sister doing it added to it. But she was my sister. But it felt good.
Molly shifted her hips. It was obvious now, she was rubbing her pussy on my cock. The layers of wet fabric between us did little to temper the sensations. Her arms looped undermine, her hands pulling down on my shoulders for leverage. Her mouth on my ear, wordless but her breathing deep, needy.
Molly shifted up. Now her mound was sitting right on the head of my cock. The sweet spot under the head. The one you want her to lick when you need to cum. Sis was on it, right on it. Her hips curling, that firm mound, cushioned by hair, pressing against me. My sister moved faster, pushed harder. She was going to cum. She wanted me to join her. I put my arms around her and held her, my hands pressing against her hard curvy ass. Might as well enjoy it.
Molly's mouth moved down to my neck. She buried her mouth in my neck. Her whole body shook as she muffled a deep groan in my skin. That set me off. I felt my cock swell, twitch, and then I came. Bolt after bolt, my cock flexing against my sister's orgasming pussy as I filled my shorts with cum.
Then I felt it. More wet warmth. Molly had cum so much it soaked through to me.
We lay in guilty, confused silence. They were gone. Molly opened the lid, and we climbed out and walked to the sea.
Ten feet apart, neck-deep in the sea, we cleaned ourselves. I pulled down my suit and rinsed it, washing out my sister's pee and cum, and mine. As I thought about it, my cock firmed. Not now. Molly didn't look at me. Her hands were underwater. She kept her suit on, just had her hands helping her rinse. We didn't speak, then or when we walked back to the house.
The next morning, it was like it never happened. We had a great day at the beach and a nice dinner out.
I woke at one AM. I had to pee. But it was more than that. I knew. I got up, took my water bottle, and walked out to the beach. The new moon was up on a cloudless night. I saw her, laying in the sand, where we had been. She did not acknowledge my approach. I lay in the sand next to her. After a minute or so, I rolled over on top of her. She remained motionless. I had my arms under hers, holding me up. I felt my bladder backed up, ready.
"You comfortable?" She asked.
"Yeah, but I shoulda peed before."
"Hang in there. It won't belong." She panted.
"It's really uncomfortable," I whispered—my mouth on her ear.
"It won't belong." Molly rasped.
"I'm so sorry, Molly," I said as I let my bladder release.
"Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuccckkk." She moaned as my pee soaked her suit. She pressed her pubis up against my cock, getting it above the head so that my stream came through the fabric and onto her mound.
As my flow stopped, my erection began. Molly looped her legs over mine, and I pressed my cock against her mound, rubbing us both through the fabric. My mouth was next to her ear. I nibbled her lobe, she gasped and pulled me in with her legs. We were furiously dry-humping now, racing to finish.
She quaked and whispered, barely enough to be heard, "I'm cumming, brother."
I rubbed the length of my hard cock against her vee. I was there too, "Cumming on you, sis."
"Ohhhhhhhhh." She sighed, feeling my cock twitching, knowing she made her brother orgasm.
I lay panting, on top of my sister. I rolled off. Molly got up and walked towards the ocean. I followed.
My sister stopped when the wave troughs were up to her thigh, the waves just high enough to cover her hips. I stopped about six feet away. In the moon and starlight, I could see her.
She caught my eye, and while I watched, she slipped the straps of her suit off her shoulders, letting them hang, her breasts large enough to keep the tight-fitting suit covering her. Still eye-to-eye, she slipped her arms out and slowly pulled the blue, French cut, tank suit down, slowly revealing the tops of her breasts, and then her nipples, hard. She pulled lower, now her firm belly was visible. My cock, liking seeing my sister naked for the first time, grew. She pulled. Lower, her belly button, and then the darkness of her pubic hair. She paused, just the edge showing. She nodded her head. I knew.
As the waves gently broke over my hips, I slowly lowered my shorts, pausing as my pubic hair came into view. The bulge of my erection was obvious. Molly put her fingers under the sides of her suit and pressed lower more pubic hair. I pushed mine down, the base of my shaft exposed, the rest held down by the waistband.
My sister gave a barely perceptible smile as she slid her suit off, pushing it down underwater and hooking her foot in it to bring it up. Still keeping my eyes, she flung it up on the beach. I shoved my suit down, letting my erection free, stepped out, and tossed mine next to hers.
Molly spread her legs just a little. Her hand moved down and toyed in her bush. I put mine at the base of my cock and rubbed my balls.
Still smiling, Molly moved her fingers between her legs. She sighed. My sister was masturbating, right in front of me. I moved my hand up, held my cock, and stroked, smiling back at her. This was so wrong but so exciting.
We stood, six-feet apart, in the low waves masturbating. Molly moved her other hand to one of her full round breasts. Fingers captured a long nipple and pinched. Her face into an O as the sensations no doubt traveled to her soaked pussy.
Her fingers moved faster. I sped up. Biting her lip, her hips pushing against her hand. I felt the urge, the tension. I nodded, and then I was cumming. Long white bolts jetting out onto the waves. Molly gasped and came too. In the moonlight, I saw a torrent pour out of her, dripping off her pubic hair. Molly doubled over, shaking from the force of her orgasm.
Molly walked to the beach and picked up her suit. She found her water bottle and emptied it, gulping it down. I walked up to my suit and picked it up. Molly nodded to my bottle. I drank all of it, curious.
Molly got that smile again. She tossed her sit down and lay in the sand, opening her legs towards me. I could see my sister's pussy, still open and wet. As I watched, I saw a small spurt, and then a strong stream of pee arced out over the sand, Molly gasping as she forced the stream. It didn't last long. She nodded towards my half-hard cock. I moved closer and took my penis in my hand. It took a few seconds, but soon the stream came. I pissed a puddle next to my sister's in the sand, her eyes riveted to my spraying cock.
Finished, I put my suit on and followed my now-dressed sister back to the house.
Next day, like Nothing ever happened.
And the day after. I was confused.
The third day was interesting. Molly drank a lot of water. It was hot. She encouraged me to do likewise. I was suspicious, but it was prudent advice.
That night, around one-thirty, somebody opened my door, leaving it open. I heard soft footsteps. I got up and took my water bottle. I didn't bother to change from my bikini underwear into my board shorts.
She was walking down the beach, ten feet in front of me. No tank suit tonight. A string bikini, floss up the split between her full round ass cheeks. Water bottle in her hand, taking regular drinks.
She stopped at the box, took out a cushion, and lay on it. I lay in the sand beside her. We did not speak. Molly reached behind her, and her top fell away. Her breasts stood firm in the moonlight, her nipples long and hard. She stood.
Molly faced me, standing at my feet. She put her water bottle to her mouth and gulped down the rest, flipping it over her shoulder when she was done. We were eye-to-eye. Her fingers trailed down to the triangle that failed to cover her bush. Her finger slipped in the edge. I pulled off my briefs and tossed them away. I smiled.
"On me," I whispered. Molly groaned and stepped up my body until her legs touched my hips. She pulled the triangle aside, exposing herself.
I watched her pussy. She bit her lip, trying. Then the little spurt and then a powerful stream coursed out, splashing on my thighs. My sister groaned as she urinated on her brother, moving up, wetting my hard cock now, then my belly, and finally the last bits on my face. I opened my mouth, curious. So much water that it was nearly tasteless, but the look on my sister's face was worth it.
Molly stepped off me, pulled off her bottoms, and lay back on the cushion. Looking up a the stars, she whispered, "Fuck me, Mike. Fuck your sister, then piss on me."
I mounted her. Her legs wrapped around mine. My sister took my erect penis in her hand for the first time and put me against her drenched pussy.
"Stick it in me, brother."
I slid in, and we both groaned with wicked joy. Our lips met, and we kissed. I know she could taste her pee. She didn't care. Molly was wet and tight and horny. We fucked for a few minutes. I knew I wasn't going to last. Molly already had one gasping orgasm under me, and she was heading for her second.
"Gonna cum, Mol."
"In me." She panted.
I was deep inside when I released, filling her pussy with forbidden seed, groaning with joy and lust.
I pulled my shrinking cock out, our fluids followed, "Did you...?" I asked
"Not yet." She replied, "I'm waiting."
I stood over her and held my penis. Tensing my muscles, I switched from sex to elimination, and my stream started. Big and strong. Molly moaned as my warm piss bounced off her body. Her hand was a blur between her legs. I could see her wetness flying all over. I moved my stream until it poured all over her hand and pussy.
"Yes, yes, ohhhh yeeeessss." She cried as she orgasmed while my piss bathed her. I was done. She rolled into a ball, panting and moaning.
"Oh fuck, best one ever." She said.
I helped her up. We hugged, naked on the beach. Our mouths met, and we kissed like the desperate lovers we had become.
I whispered into her ear, "We need to talk."
My sister gently cupped my cock, "Tomorrow. You're good with this, right?"
My hands, holding her firm ass, went in, and my finger pressed on her star, "Yes, but we still need to talk."
"Keep your finger there, and we won't be talking now."
I released her, "tomorrow, actually, later today."
"Deal."
We rinsed off in the waves and walked back naked, hand in hand, and snuck into the house.
Mike and I never planned on having sex or pissing on each other. It just happened. I never knew I'd be into such a thing until that night in the wooden box. Something came over me when I let my bladder release all over my twin brother. When you have held your flow back, it feels really good when you let it go, but this, this was different. Something about peeing on my brother's penis set me off. When I felt him harden under me, I knew he felt it too—the twin thing. I was too ashamed to talk about it. But I wanted to do it again. That second night. He knew. I knew he would. When we were done, I wanted him to see me. I wanted to see him. Then the guilt. I wanted to talk, but I didn't. My feelings were strong, but were Mike's?
I opened his door on my way to the beach that night. I knew what I wanted. The door was an invitation, no words. If he didn't show, it was over, just a stupid thing we tried once.
When I felt Mike's presence behind me, I knew I wanted to take this as far as we could, and I knew he wanted it too. He was right, though. We needed to talk this out and be adults, but it would take a while, and I didn't want to be interrupted. If we went to the beach at night, talking would get interrupted.
Mike and dad have a fishing trip today. Not a mom, and I thing. We opted for a hike around the base of one of the volcanoes that created this paradise.
We were ten minutes into the hike. Hadn't seen a soul. It was humid, and we'd brought lots of water. Mom stopped to take a drink. She looked up and down the trail.
"I saw you with your brother last night."
Play dumb, I thought, see how bad this is.
"We're together all the time."
Mom caught my eyes with hers, "No, I SAW you two, on the beach. I watched."
I had no answer. I just stared at my mother. She let the moment hang for a second.
"No excuse? No story?"
I decided that honesty was my only way, "No, mom. We were two consenting adults, related, giving into a newly discovered desire."
Mom smiled. "I'm proud of you for being truthful. You're right, you're two consenting adults, but you're related. Just how far is this going to go?"
I didn't know just how much she had seen. Truthful is one thing. Blabbing is another.
"I don't know. We need to talk."
"Good plan. Before this goes beyond pissing on each other and fucking."
Now I know which night we were followed. Mom took a big drink, "drink up, Molly, you're sweating like mad."
I emptied my bottle. Mom did too.
"May I ask how long and how this got started?"
I wanted to ask how she ended up following us, but that would have to wait. I told our story. Mom kept stopping me when I jumped over details. She wanted everything. When I got to the part where we decided we had to talk, I was done. Mom opened a new bottle.
"Wow, quite a story. So, you've never done any, um, peeing, before?"
"Never even thought of it."
Mom tapped the tip of her water bottle against her lip, thinking about something. She stopped, looked up and down the trail again.
"I snooped. I was wrong to invade your privacy. So, as my penance, I'll share my secrets. You're not alone."
I was confused, "What? What do you mean?"
Mom shifted on her feet, nervous, "Sorry, I'll be direct. I have done what you and Mike did."
My eyes bugged, "Really? With whom?"
"Uncle Paul and Aunt Polly."
Mom's twin siblings. Bang! My head reeled with questions—one big one.
"Dad?"
Mom nodded her head, "Knows, and has participated, and likes it."
I put my hand on a small tree to steady myself, "Knows about you and your siblings or Mike and I also?"
"Yes to all. I told him. Needless to say, he's okay with it. Kinda bombed you with that. We're not the parents you thought we were. Sorry, the return period is over. You're stuck with us.
I smiled at her levity, "Thanks for lightening the mood, mom."
She took another long drink, "Least I can do when I spill that my kids are part of a family of perverts."
"Yeah, really. And I was feeling guilty."
Mom stepped close and put her hand on my shoulder. For some reason, that feeling went right between my legs.
"Consenting adults, Molly, that's what matters. Let's walk."
As we climbed over trees and stuff, I noticed that my mother, like me, had eschewed underwear for the day.
"So, mom. You and your siblings?"
Mom told her tale as we walked.
"Yeah, guess I should tell you. As you know, the three of us visited grandpa's farm all the time. We'd spend all day all over the place. Well, it started when Paul caught me peeing. I saw him standing there, but I couldn't stop. I yanked up my panties and shorts and chased him until we found Polly. I was mad, and Polly sided with me. Polly and I decided that a fitting punishment would be for him to piss for us. We were young and thought it was funny. Paul did, and that changed things. The next time Polly had to pee, she just looked around, yanked her shorts and briefs down, squatted, and peed. Paul and I were stunned and just watched. She got done and pulled her shorts up. "Now we've all done it, so no problems. Then it got to be a game. We didn't give it much thought. It was fun and harmless."
Mom stopped and took a big drink. She wiped off her mouth with her hand.
"Grossed out yet?"
I laughed, "Nope."
"Well, later that summer, Paul was pissing, his shorts and briefs around his feet. Polly stepped up next to him and took his penis in her hand. Paul was shocked and let go. Polly giggled and aimed his dick all over as he pissed. Then she aimed his cock at her feet and pissed on them. She let go when he finished. We stared at her. 'What? It was fun. You should try it. I'm sure Paul would let you.' I looked at Paul, and he shrugged, then his face lit up. 'Yeah, sis, sure, but what do I get to do? I can't aim yours.' Polly and I giggled. 'Watch. We stripped our shorts and panties right off. Paul stood with his mouth gaping open as we pressed our hands around our vagina's and started peeing, using our hands to move the stream around. I could see my brother's cock bulging. When we got done, Polly and I laughed and got dressed. We went back to playing.
"Of course, for some subliminal reason, we were all drinking a lot, and in a short time, the need arose. Polly and I shared a smile. We stripped off our shorts and cotton panties. Paul stared. Polly told him, 'you too.' He hesitated. We knew why. He pulled down his shorts and briefs. He was hard. Polly and I stared. Then Polly said, 'So, Paul, wanna try and aim me?' He moved in front of her and tried to put his hand where we had. It wasn't working. 'Behind me, Paul, and reach around.' Polly said. He stood behind her, away from her, and tried. She backed up till his hard cock was nestled in her ass crease. 'Now try it.' Paul's hands moved slowly. I watched while noticing that my pussy was wet and not from pee. Paul's hands cupped Polly's pussy. They both were panting, as was I now. 'Ready?' she asked. 'Yes,' he rasped. We all groaned when she started pissing. Paul was able to aim her pee a little, but mostly she pissed all over his hands. She wiggled against him as she pissed. Paul looked like he had gone to heaven. When she was done, he went to take his hands away, and Polly held them. 'More, touch me more.'
That was when things really changed. That day, we each masturbated each other. Once the line was crossed, it was only a day or so before we were up in the loft every day, naked. Oral sex, pissing, yes, and fucking. Polly and I did each other as Paul masturbated. It was a good summer, and we've been doing it ever since.
I was overwhelmed. From discovering a hidden lust to sharing it with my twin to knowing our parents were okay with it and that my mom did the same thing. Now what? I assumed Mike and I would sneak around, but no. But what? Mom kept walking and drinking. She finally stopped. Her face was red, and her small, bra-less nipples jutted out from under her sweat-soaked tank top. I looked down. My nipples were hard too. Mom drank and pointed at my nipples.
"That from the heat or the conversation?"
"Both, mom. How about you?"
"Same. Hey, this water is catching up to me."
I had a decision to make and no time to think about it. I looked at my lean, beautiful mother. Yes, I could. But it will be up to her.
"Me too. Maybe we should find a spot. I'll go over there."
Mom put her fingers inside the waistband of her shorts, "Don't bother, we haven't seen anyone today."
I went to move away, offering an out, just in case I was wrong.
"Where you going? Here's fine. Just go.
I squatted and pulled my leg to the side. Mom shoved her shorts off and kicked them aside as I watched every motion. She was untrimmed. She tossed off her top too. No questions now.
"Take 'em off Mol, it's easier." She turned in a circle, "Bet you have never seen me like this."
I never had. I liked what I saw. I stood and slipped my fingers under the waistband and shoved my shorts down. My mother's eyes glued to my hands as they pushed down, slowly exposing myself to my mother. They dropped to my feet, and I stepped out.
"Been a while since you saw me like this, huh, mom."
"You didn't have hair then. Show me the rest?
I tossed off my shirt. This was strange. I'm on a trail, on a Caribbean island, naked with my mother, and I'm pretty sure we're going to be peeing soon.
Mom stepped closer. Her hand ran up my side.
"You're beautiful."
I reached out and carefully ran my hand from mom's hip, up her side, like she'd done to me, "I've never seen you like this." The double meaning was not lost on her.
"Have you ever...? With a woman?"
Her hand on my side moved in, just under the swell of my breast. I did the same, my fingers just detecting where her modest breast started.
"No. I've had offers, kissed once. Just never bold enough to take it further."
Her thumb moved up, brushing over my breast. I did the same. She moved closer, our hips touching, our faces inches apart.
"I'm feeling bold, are you?" mom whispered as her hand massaged my full round breast. I guess being with my twin brother broke the barrier of family sex, but it was still strange to have my mother sexually touching me and me about to do the same. It felt good, safe, and good. I moved my hand up and felt her hard nipple. I took a vee of my fingers and gripped it.
"I think I am."
"Ohh, Molly, that feels nice. If this gets to be too much, say so, please."
Now I had a hand on each of mom's small breasts. They were firm and cute, her nipples long and hard. Her hands fondled mine, pinching the nipples, sending a current right between my legs.
"This is weird, touching my mother."
Mom paused, "You want to stop? It's okay."
"No," I sighed, I'm enjoying it. It's just so out there."
"But nice, Molly, very nice."
Mom stopped and took one of my hands, "Mommy has to pee. Wanna help?"
"I do too. Yes, I do."
Mom took my hand and moved it between her legs. I felt the pubic hair first, and then she pressed my palm against her vagina. She was very wet. I felt her hand moving, down my belly, over my pubic hair, and cupping my wet sex.
"Let's go together."
My head was spinning. This was so strange but so exciting. I concentrated. I felt mom's pussy flexing, then a spurt. I let my pee go, feeling Mom's fingers move through the stream. Her piss poured through my fingers. So warm. We were eye-to-eye, pissing on each other. It splashed on the ground. I felt it hit my feet. So fucked up, but so fucking exciting. I just gave in to the feeling and pissed on mom's hand. Our streams dwindled. Mom did not take her hand away.
"More?"
I had stayed against her sex. She was wet and open, horny, needy. I'd never touched a woman. I moved my finger, entering her, carefully.
"Yes, I think so."
"Ohhhh fuuuckkk, Molly, that's nice. More, baby, finger mommy's pussy."
Her long finger slid into me. So wrong, but so good. She knew just where to touch. I got wetter. Our bodies were in full contact now, hands stuffed between us, rubbing and fingering each other's pussy.
Mom panted, "I want more. Lie down."
We lay on the soft ground. She opened her legs, lying on her side. I knew what she wanted. I scissored my legs with hers, shifting closer till our vagina's made contact. We each grabbed the other's leg and just went to it. Rubbing our soaked sexes, not caring if somebody came along. Grunting, sweating, cumming. I hosed mom's pussy.
"You cum a lot, baby." She panted.
"Some guys don't like it. Mike doesn't seem to mind."
"He drink it yet?"
"No, oh mom, gonna cum again."
She rubbed harder, and I came, the torrent gushing out from between us. Mom gasped and came too. We paused.
"Now I have to piss again." She said.
I stayed tight with her, "I do too. Let's go."
Mom giggled, and soon I felt her wet stream between us. I let my bladder go, and we had a fountain of pee gushing between our touching sexes. I couldn't believe it. I came while pissing on my mother's pussy. She was panting and groaning. I think she did too.
We slowly disengaged, "You cum, baby?" She asked.
"Yeah, you did too, right?"
"One of my best."
We got up and dressed. As we walked back to the cabin, we talked about her past and future as a family. It was going to be an interesting life.
The car from the marina dropped dad and me off at the cottage.
"Man, we stink!" Dad said.
He was right, of course, diesel, fish, a bit of spilled beer. It had been a great trip. We caught a bunch of fish.
"Let's hit the shower out back."
The cottage came with an outdoor shower, a big six-by-four wooden enclosure with two showerheads. As we approached, dad shucked his shirt. He took a big drink from his water bottle.
"I let you go first, dad."
"What? No, come on, it's got two heads, no big deal."
Not really having any other choice, I tossed off my shirt as dad shoved down his shorts. As I said, I'm a younger version of him. He got more hair, not much, though. I watched as he pushed off his briefs and stepped into the shower, leaving the door open. I dropped my shorts. Dad watched as I tugged off my briefs. I took a drink from my bottle.
He didn't turn the water on right away.
"There's no way to ease into this, Mike. Your mother saw you and Molly on the beach the other night pissing and fucking."
I'm sure he could have figured out a way to ease a little bit and not smack me over the head. I stood and stared. There was no way to talk around what my mother saw. Dad didn't let me hang long.
"So, with that out in the open, I'm going to share some secrets. First, mom and I are okay with what you two are doing."
We're standing in a wooden shower stall, naked, with no water running. I can't help noticing that my Father's cock is not much different than mine. The look on my face must have been great. Dad laughed.
"Shocked?"
I just nodded.
"I'll get right to it. Your mother and I have sex and pee parties with Uncle Paul and Aunt Polly. We've been doing it since college and your mom and her twin siblings were doing it for a year before that. I'd never done incest and peeing, but I gotta tell ya, I fell right into it.'
I could see dad's cock was a little bigger. He wasn't done.
"Just to make things clear. Mom has sex with her sister and brother, and I have sex with everybody."
Once again, my face was the tell.
"Yes, Paul and I have sex. No fucking, we tried, wasn't our thing. But we suck each other and cum in each other's mouth."
I put my hand out to touch the wall.
"Sorry, maybe I should have been a little more subtle."
I was overwhelmed. In the course of a few seconds, I had gone from a guy, wracked with guilt over having sex with his sister, to finding out that what I thought were 'normal' parents were, well, just like Molly and me. My mind ran images of the four of them. I didn't know what my Aunt and Uncle looked like naked, but I'm sure my brain picture was close. Dad drank his water and gave me time to think. I took a drink. It was a hot day, and the shower enclosure blocked the breeze.
Dad reached out and put his hand on my shoulder. Not unusual, but when you're both naked, it's different. Almost sensual.
"You okay? I kinda bombed you with this. I'm sure mom's doing a better job."
My head shot up.
"Yeah, mom and Molly are out on a hike, and mom's telling her what I told you. So, there are no secrets anymore. How do you feel about this?"
I thought for a few seconds, "I'm not sure. Relieved? Curious? That was the first time for Molly and me. I love my sister, and I enjoyed what we did. We'd never done the peeing thing. It just kinda happened. It's kinda interesting to imagine you four doing this."
""How did it happen?"
I told dad the story all three times. Then about the part where we needed to talk.
"The talk. That about how a brother and sister shouldn't be having sex and peeing on each other?"
I smiled weakly, "Yeah, pretty much."
Dad's hand was still on my shoulder. He had moved a little closer.
"Well, I don't think you'll need to have that talk now."
"No, guess not. So, mom and Molly...?"
Dad's cock was hard, brushing my leg, "I'm hoping they are naked, cumming and pissing on each other. If your mom's talk with Molly goes well, we all four..."
Despite all the stuff whirling around in my brain, the sudden vision of my whole family naked and having sex had an effect. Dad noticed.
"So, you in, I take it?"
I put my hand on dad's shoulder. His skin was warm, "Yeah, why not?"
"You ever done anything with guys?"
Well, now I knew where this was going. I looked at my dad, thought about it, why not?"
"Yes, Frank and I did stuff."
Dad's hand massaged my shoulder. His cock brushed my thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum.
"Like what?"
"We ended up sucking each other."
"You like it?"
I laughed, "We did it more than once, that tell you what you want to know?"
Dad laughed, "Yeah, plenty. Did you...?"
"Let Frank cum in my mouth, yes, and I kinda liked it. I like girls a whole lot more."
"You two ever piss?"
"No, that was Molly. I'd never thought of it."
I looked down. My cock was hard, nearly touching Dad's.
"Mike, I need to. You mind?"
"No, dad, go ahead, piss on me."
He sighed, "Oh fuck, that's hot. Hold it for me?"
I took dad's penis in my hand. So weird, it felt like mine. Then I felt him twitch, and a stream of clear piss coursed out, splashing over my hard cock and my testicles. I moved his cock, bathing my thighs, then up, over my belly, and finally, as he ended, a short stream hit my face. I kept my hand on him. He smiled.
"Still okay?" He looked at my erection, "Hmm, looks like it."
"Yes," I answered, "It's odd, but, yeah, I like it."
Dad cupped my sac and ran his hand over my cock, "You look like me."
I felt his growing in my hand, "Yeah, I noticed."
"May I?"
"Whatever you want, dad."
"I want to suck you."
"Can I go first?"
Dad pressed against me, our cocks in full contact, "I'd like that."
I got on my knees. No point in stalling. I leaned in and slid my mouth down over my Father's cock.
"Oh fuck, Mike, that's good."
I took my mouth off, holding him with my hand, "A mouth on your hard cock or your son's mouth on your hard cock?"
I slipped him back into my mouth as he moaned, "My nasty horny son's mouth."
I paused one more time. I really have fallen into this now.
"I'm going to suck your cock, dad. I want you to cum in my mouth. Then, I want you to suck me off."
Dad started thrusting, "And you will cum in mine."
There we were, Father and son, in a wooden shower stall on a small island. Me, on my knees with my Father's erection in my mouth, gleefully sucking it, wanting to feel the hot cum. I put my hands on his ass and pulled him in. His hands were on my head, gently holding me as he plunged his cock in and out of my mouth.
It wasn't long, "Mike, I'm going to cum."
I just hummed on his cock. I felt him get harder. I flicked my tongue on the underside of his cock head. He grunted, held my head and the first jet bounced off the back of my mouth, followed by three more. I stopped sucking and just let him soften in my mouth.
Dad stepped back, panting.
"That was awesome, son. Get up. I want my turn."
I was standing, looking down at my dad, on his knees, taking my erect penis in his mouth. The fucking nastiest thing I'll ever see. He clenched my ass and sucked me like a pro. I rested my hands on his head. For those few minutes, I just rode the wave of sensation.
"I'm gonna cum, dad. Don't stop."
Then the door opened.
As my cum jetted into my Father's mouth, I saw mom and Molly standing there. Mom had a wicked smile, and Molly's mouth was hanging open.
"What the fuck?"
I groaned as I released, fueled by being caught. I never knew cumming could be so good.
Mom said, "You two get cleaned up. We'll be in the house."
Mom shut the door, and we heard them go into the house. Dad got up.
"See, no problem."
I laughed, "I think my sister might disagree."
Dad turned on the shower and grabbed a bar of soap, "Turn around."
As my Father washed me, he explained, "Your mom and I are bisexual. I'm sure that she and Molly had some fun. Molly was just shocked at seeing her dad on his knees with his son's cock cumming in his mouth. Your mom will explain it to her."
Dad's soapy fingers were massaging my hole. Never had that done.
"Feels good, dad."
He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around. We were both hard. Dad soaped up my front.
"Tried some of that with Paul, wasn't our thing. We do fingers, but that's it."
I rinsed off and then washed my dad, "This is fun."
He laughed, "Well, we can do it any time now. No secrets."
I was carefully washing my Father's hard cock when the door opened. Mom and Molly stepped in, naked. It was tight, and our naked bodies slid together. Mom looked at my cock.
"Hard again? Didn't you just cum in your dad's mouth?"
Dad laughed and put his arm around his naked, smiling daughter, "And I was thinking about having him do it again. He comes a lot."
Molly was fondling her Father's erection, "Yeah, he does, and it feels great."
Dad's hand went over Molly's ass and between her legs.
"Has he cum in your mouth yet?"
Molly bent over and licked the head of dad's cock, "Not yet, he's next."
My sister dropped to her knees and took dad in. He groaned and held her head as she sucked his cock. Mom turned and put her hands on the wall.
"Fuck me, Mike. Fuck mommy while your sister sucks your dad's cock."
I held mom's slim hips and lined my cock up. She was drenched, I slid in. Not as tight as Molly, but so wickedly wrong.
"Oh baby, you feel good in mommy. Look, Frank, our son, is fucking me."
Dad held Molly's head as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth, "And I'm gonna cum in my daughter's mouth."
Molly's eyes went wide, and dad grunted. I could see her swallowing around his cock. If she got half of what I did, that was a lot.
Molly got up and stood next to me. I was pounding mom's pussy, and she grunted with every stroke. Molly reached down and started pinching mom's clit.
"You and mom have sex, sis?"
Molly was rubbing her pussy on mom's leg while she rubbed her clit, "Oh yeah, we rubbed our pussies and pissed while cumming. I can't wait to put my mouth on my mom's pussy."
Mom panted, "I want to eat you up, little girl, and drink your cum."
Dad moved over and gently pulled Molly away.
"You gonna fuck me, daddy? Gonna fuck your little girl while they watch?"
Dad pushed her over till her hands hit the wall. "Yes, little girl. Daddy's gonna put his cock in you while mommy watches."
Mom groaned on my cock, orgasming again. Dad lined up and slid in.
"Oh, daddy, that's nice."
"You're right, little girl."
Watching my Father fuck my sister while my cock was covered in mom's spend was just too much.
"Cumming mom."
"Fill me, baby. Fill mommy's pussy."
After I orgasmed in my mom, she and I washed each other as dad howled and shot his load up into my sister's pussy. She nearly collapsed she came so hard.
The rest of the vacation was pretty predictable. Molly and I slept in the same bed. Mom or dad would come in in the morning and suck my cum out of Molly's pussy. I'd do the same, sucking all dad's cum out of mom's. We did every combination. Dad and I preferred the girls, but we'd put on a show for them because it made them horny.
Of course, this continued when we got home, but we did have to work.
About a week after our trip, I came home from work to find mom, naked, in the living room. The rug had been rolled back, and an eight-by-eight plastic tarp replaced it. The border of the plastic was rolled up beach towels. I looked at mom. She smiled and handed me a two-liter bottle of water.
"Drink up. Uncle Paul and Aunt Polly are coming for a visit."
All characters in this story are at least eighteen when sexual acts take place. Happy now?
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Molly and I were on the beach at night. We were on vacation with our family. We're all beach freaks. We live on one, but that's never enough, particularly for mom and Molly. We're twins, twenty-one, last year of college. Oddly, we don't go to the same school. Everybody asks in these stories so, I'm 5'6" Molly 5'2". We're built like dad, compact, curvy. Looks better on Molly than me. She's got nice round C boobs—Mom's tall and lean, kind of a model build. Dad, like I said, is like us. Well, enough of that. You can fill in the blanks yourself. Oh, yeah, that. Seven niches, cut, not huge but certainly big enough, right?
Now, the other thing. You hear a lot about twins and stuff. Molly and I never fooled around. I will confess to using my sister's panties, and yes, mom's too— I'm a perv— to assist me in my masturbation. Not a lot, but hey, once is enough, right? You've crossed the line. I never got caught, and neither mom nor Molly gave any indication that our relationship should 'evolve.' I'd had guy friends admit to doing the same thing. They were roaring drunk at the time of these admissions, so I never returned to the topic to inquire further.
Neither of us could sleep that night. We didn't want to turn the TV on. So, in the early hours of the morning, we were walking the beach in our swimsuits, each with a big bottle of water. You gotta hydrate in the tropics. No, no speedos and wicked weasels. I had board shorts and Molly a nice tank suit, french cut high on the sides.
Molly and I had gone up to where the beach ended in the jungle. It was different at night. During the day, people filled the beach, sitting in rented chairs under rented umbrellas, getting drinks from waiters that prowled looking for a waving hand. Now the chairs were out, but the umbrellas and chair cushions were in big wooden boxes, waiting to cradle the bodies of tourists tomorrow. It was a moonless night and overcast.
We heard engines, from land and sea. It was three AM.
"What is that?" Molly asked.
"Nothing good. We gotta get outa here."
Dim lights on boats were moving closer. Two pickups, blacked out, were already on the beach. The area was wide open. If we ran, they'd see us. This was a drug delivery, I was sure. We had to lay flat and hope.
"Lay down, Moll. They won't see us."
Then we saw a flashlight. Molly crouched down, took my hand, and ran for one of the wooden cushion boxes. She yanked out half the pads.
"Get in."
I jumped in, and Molly followed. She quietly lowered the lid.
"They had lights. They were scanning the beach." Molly whispered in my ear.
"Good plan. Quick thinking is."
"Thanks. Wonder how long this is going to take?"
I was comfortable. I had at least three cushions under me, and Molly seemed to fit well over me. We were face-to-face in that very dark box.
"I don't know. You comfortable?"
"Yeah, but I would have liked to pee before we jumped in here."
"Well, sis, you could have just asked, 'excuse me, violent drug dealers, may I tinkle before I hide from you with my brother in the big box?"
I whispered it in this sing-song, girlie voice. Molly gently rapped my head, "Booger."
We lay in silence. Molly's mouth was next to my ear, and I could hear her breathe. She had put her arms under mine, so our bodies were tight. Her legs lay on top of mine. It was a few minutes.
"You think they'll be done soon? I really have to go."
You could hear the occasional low voice and noise of things hitting things, "No, still there. Hang in there, sis, won't belong."
Molly was fidgeting on me.
"Sis, stay still. We can't make any noise."
"Can't help it, Mike. It's really uncomfortable."
"They gotta be done soon."
She still moved around on me. Her breath was strained. Then, it happened.
"I'm so sorry, Mike." She whispered. I was confused, but not for long.
Warm wetness seeped into my shorts. I felt her pee soak through and cover my cock and balls. My sister was pissing on me.
"Ohhhhhhhh, sooo good." She sighed. Her lips touching my ear, "I'm so sorry, Mike. I couldn't hold it anymore, but it feels so good to let it go. Ohhhh yeeeesss."
She must have a huge bladder. It just kept coming. She shifted up, and I felt more wet warmth cover me. I became aware that I was no longer a passive participant in this act. When Molly moved, her bulging pubis rested on my cock. My cock, remembering other women in that position that didn't pee on me, reacted. I got hard.
Molly had to feel it. She finally had stopped peeing. We'd been drinking water like mad, so there was no strong scent, but the warmth remained. Molly was still breathing deeply. She had reacted like pissing was, well, more.
Now, like it wasn't weird enough, Molly shifted her hips, just a little. I felt the hardness of her pubic bone behind the cloth, and I think hair. She was pressing her sex against my boner. I didn't know what to do. The druggies were still there. Talking was dangerous. But, my biggest problem was that the whole thing was turning me on. I had to admit that being covered in warm pee made me hard, well having your hot sister doing it added to it. But she was my sister. But it felt good.
Molly shifted her hips. It was obvious now, she was rubbing her pussy on my cock. The layers of wet fabric between us did little to temper the sensations. Her arms looped undermine, her hands pulling down on my shoulders for leverage. Her mouth on my ear, wordless but her breathing deep, needy.
Molly shifted up. Now her mound was sitting right on the head of my cock. The sweet spot under the head. The one you want her to lick when you need to cum. Sis was on it, right on it. Her hips curling, that firm mound, cushioned by hair, pressing against me. My sister moved faster, pushed harder. She was going to cum. She wanted me to join her. I put my arms around her and held her, my hands pressing against her hard curvy ass. Might as well enjoy it.
Molly's mouth moved down to my neck. She buried her mouth in my neck. Her whole body shook as she muffled a deep groan in my skin. That set me off. I felt my cock swell, twitch, and then I came. Bolt after bolt, my cock flexing against my sister's orgasming pussy as I filled my shorts with cum.
Then I felt it. More wet warmth. Molly had cum so much it soaked through to me.
We lay in guilty, confused silence. They were gone. Molly opened the lid, and we climbed out and walked to the sea.
Ten feet apart, neck-deep in the sea, we cleaned ourselves. I pulled down my suit and rinsed it, washing out my sister's pee and cum, and mine. As I thought about it, my cock firmed. Not now. Molly didn't look at me. Her hands were underwater. She kept her suit on, just had her hands helping her rinse. We didn't speak, then or when we walked back to the house.
The next morning, it was like it never happened. We had a great day at the beach and a nice dinner out.
I woke at one AM. I had to pee. But it was more than that. I knew. I got up, took my water bottle, and walked out to the beach. The new moon was up on a cloudless night. I saw her, laying in the sand, where we had been. She did not acknowledge my approach. I lay in the sand next to her. After a minute or so, I rolled over on top of her. She remained motionless. I had my arms under hers, holding me up. I felt my bladder backed up, ready.
"You comfortable?" She asked.
"Yeah, but I shoulda peed before."
"Hang in there. It won't belong." She panted.
"It's really uncomfortable," I whispered—my mouth on her ear.
"It won't belong." Molly rasped.
"I'm so sorry, Molly," I said as I let my bladder release.
"Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuccckkk." She moaned as my pee soaked her suit. She pressed her pubis up against my cock, getting it above the head so that my stream came through the fabric and onto her mound.
As my flow stopped, my erection began. Molly looped her legs over mine, and I pressed my cock against her mound, rubbing us both through the fabric. My mouth was next to her ear. I nibbled her lobe, she gasped and pulled me in with her legs. We were furiously dry-humping now, racing to finish.
She quaked and whispered, barely enough to be heard, "I'm cumming, brother."
I rubbed the length of my hard cock against her vee. I was there too, "Cumming on you, sis."
"Ohhhhhhhhh." She sighed, feeling my cock twitching, knowing she made her brother orgasm.
I lay panting, on top of my sister. I rolled off. Molly got up and walked towards the ocean. I followed.
My sister stopped when the wave troughs were up to her thigh, the waves just high enough to cover her hips. I stopped about six feet away. In the moon and starlight, I could see her.
She caught my eye, and while I watched, she slipped the straps of her suit off her shoulders, letting them hang, her breasts large enough to keep the tight-fitting suit covering her. Still eye-to-eye, she slipped her arms out and slowly pulled the blue, French cut, tank suit down, slowly revealing the tops of her breasts, and then her nipples, hard. She pulled lower, now her firm belly was visible. My cock, liking seeing my sister naked for the first time, grew. She pulled. Lower, her belly button, and then the darkness of her pubic hair. She paused, just the edge showing. She nodded her head. I knew.
As the waves gently broke over my hips, I slowly lowered my shorts, pausing as my pubic hair came into view. The bulge of my erection was obvious. Molly put her fingers under the sides of her suit and pressed lower more pubic hair. I pushed mine down, the base of my shaft exposed, the rest held down by the waistband.
My sister gave a barely perceptible smile as she slid her suit off, pushing it down underwater and hooking her foot in it to bring it up. Still keeping my eyes, she flung it up on the beach. I shoved my suit down, letting my erection free, stepped out, and tossed mine next to hers.
Molly spread her legs just a little. Her hand moved down and toyed in her bush. I put mine at the base of my cock and rubbed my balls.
Still smiling, Molly moved her fingers between her legs. She sighed. My sister was masturbating, right in front of me. I moved my hand up, held my cock, and stroked, smiling back at her. This was so wrong but so exciting.
We stood, six-feet apart, in the low waves masturbating. Molly moved her other hand to one of her full round breasts. Fingers captured a long nipple and pinched. Her face into an O as the sensations no doubt traveled to her soaked pussy.
Her fingers moved faster. I sped up. Biting her lip, her hips pushing against her hand. I felt the urge, the tension. I nodded, and then I was cumming. Long white bolts jetting out onto the waves. Molly gasped and came too. In the moonlight, I saw a torrent pour out of her, dripping off her pubic hair. Molly doubled over, shaking from the force of her orgasm.
Molly walked to the beach and picked up her suit. She found her water bottle and emptied it, gulping it down. I walked up to my suit and picked it up. Molly nodded to my bottle. I drank all of it, curious.
Molly got that smile again. She tossed her sit down and lay in the sand, opening her legs towards me. I could see my sister's pussy, still open and wet. As I watched, I saw a small spurt, and then a strong stream of pee arced out over the sand, Molly gasping as she forced the stream. It didn't last long. She nodded towards my half-hard cock. I moved closer and took my penis in my hand. It took a few seconds, but soon the stream came. I pissed a puddle next to my sister's in the sand, her eyes riveted to my spraying cock.
Finished, I put my suit on and followed my now-dressed sister back to the house.
Next day, like Nothing ever happened.
And the day after. I was confused.
The third day was interesting. Molly drank a lot of water. It was hot. She encouraged me to do likewise. I was suspicious, but it was prudent advice.
That night, around one-thirty, somebody opened my door, leaving it open. I heard soft footsteps. I got up and took my water bottle. I didn't bother to change from my bikini underwear into my board shorts.
She was walking down the beach, ten feet in front of me. No tank suit tonight. A string bikini, floss up the split between her full round ass cheeks. Water bottle in her hand, taking regular drinks.
She stopped at the box, took out a cushion, and lay on it. I lay in the sand beside her. We did not speak. Molly reached behind her, and her top fell away. Her breasts stood firm in the moonlight, her nipples long and hard. She stood.
Molly faced me, standing at my feet. She put her water bottle to her mouth and gulped down the rest, flipping it over her shoulder when she was done. We were eye-to-eye. Her fingers trailed down to the triangle that failed to cover her bush. Her finger slipped in the edge. I pulled off my briefs and tossed them away. I smiled.
"On me," I whispered. Molly groaned and stepped up my body until her legs touched my hips. She pulled the triangle aside, exposing herself.
I watched her pussy. She bit her lip, trying. Then the little spurt and then a powerful stream coursed out, splashing on my thighs. My sister groaned as she urinated on her brother, moving up, wetting my hard cock now, then my belly, and finally the last bits on my face. I opened my mouth, curious. So much water that it was nearly tasteless, but the look on my sister's face was worth it.
Molly stepped off me, pulled off her bottoms, and lay back on the cushion. Looking up a the stars, she whispered, "Fuck me, Mike. Fuck your sister, then piss on me."
I mounted her. Her legs wrapped around mine. My sister took my erect penis in her hand for the first time and put me against her drenched pussy.
"Stick it in me, brother."
I slid in, and we both groaned with wicked joy. Our lips met, and we kissed. I know she could taste her pee. She didn't care. Molly was wet and tight and horny. We fucked for a few minutes. I knew I wasn't going to last. Molly already had one gasping orgasm under me, and she was heading for her second.
"Gonna cum, Mol."
"In me." She panted.
I was deep inside when I released, filling her pussy with forbidden seed, groaning with joy and lust.
I pulled my shrinking cock out, our fluids followed, "Did you...?" I asked
"Not yet." She replied, "I'm waiting."
I stood over her and held my penis. Tensing my muscles, I switched from sex to elimination, and my stream started. Big and strong. Molly moaned as my warm piss bounced off her body. Her hand was a blur between her legs. I could see her wetness flying all over. I moved my stream until it poured all over her hand and pussy.
"Yes, yes, ohhhh yeeeessss." She cried as she orgasmed while my piss bathed her. I was done. She rolled into a ball, panting and moaning.
"Oh fuck, best one ever." She said.
I helped her up. We hugged, naked on the beach. Our mouths met, and we kissed like the desperate lovers we had become.
I whispered into her ear, "We need to talk."
My sister gently cupped my cock, "Tomorrow. You're good with this, right?"
My hands, holding her firm ass, went in, and my finger pressed on her star, "Yes, but we still need to talk."
"Keep your finger there, and we won't be talking now."
I released her, "tomorrow, actually, later today."
"Deal."
We rinsed off in the waves and walked back naked, hand in hand, and snuck into the house.
Mike and I never planned on having sex or pissing on each other. It just happened. I never knew I'd be into such a thing until that night in the wooden box. Something came over me when I let my bladder release all over my twin brother. When you have held your flow back, it feels really good when you let it go, but this, this was different. Something about peeing on my brother's penis set me off. When I felt him harden under me, I knew he felt it too—the twin thing. I was too ashamed to talk about it. But I wanted to do it again. That second night. He knew. I knew he would. When we were done, I wanted him to see me. I wanted to see him. Then the guilt. I wanted to talk, but I didn't. My feelings were strong, but were Mike's?
I opened his door on my way to the beach that night. I knew what I wanted. The door was an invitation, no words. If he didn't show, it was over, just a stupid thing we tried once.
When I felt Mike's presence behind me, I knew I wanted to take this as far as we could, and I knew he wanted it too. He was right, though. We needed to talk this out and be adults, but it would take a while, and I didn't want to be interrupted. If we went to the beach at night, talking would get interrupted.
Mike and dad have a fishing trip today. Not a mom, and I thing. We opted for a hike around the base of one of the volcanoes that created this paradise.
We were ten minutes into the hike. Hadn't seen a soul. It was humid, and we'd brought lots of water. Mom stopped to take a drink. She looked up and down the trail.
"I saw you with your brother last night."
Play dumb, I thought, see how bad this is.
"We're together all the time."
Mom caught my eyes with hers, "No, I SAW you two, on the beach. I watched."
I had no answer. I just stared at my mother. She let the moment hang for a second.
"No excuse? No story?"
I decided that honesty was my only way, "No, mom. We were two consenting adults, related, giving into a newly discovered desire."
Mom smiled. "I'm proud of you for being truthful. You're right, you're two consenting adults, but you're related. Just how far is this going to go?"
I didn't know just how much she had seen. Truthful is one thing. Blabbing is another.
"I don't know. We need to talk."
"Good plan. Before this goes beyond pissing on each other and fucking."
Now I know which night we were followed. Mom took a big drink, "drink up, Molly, you're sweating like mad."
I emptied my bottle. Mom did too.
"May I ask how long and how this got started?"
I wanted to ask how she ended up following us, but that would have to wait. I told our story. Mom kept stopping me when I jumped over details. She wanted everything. When I got to the part where we decided we had to talk, I was done. Mom opened a new bottle.
"Wow, quite a story. So, you've never done any, um, peeing, before?"
"Never even thought of it."
Mom tapped the tip of her water bottle against her lip, thinking about something. She stopped, looked up and down the trail again.
"I snooped. I was wrong to invade your privacy. So, as my penance, I'll share my secrets. You're not alone."
I was confused, "What? What do you mean?"
Mom shifted on her feet, nervous, "Sorry, I'll be direct. I have done what you and Mike did."
My eyes bugged, "Really? With whom?"
"Uncle Paul and Aunt Polly."
Mom's twin siblings. Bang! My head reeled with questions—one big one.
"Dad?"
Mom nodded her head, "Knows, and has participated, and likes it."
I put my hand on a small tree to steady myself, "Knows about you and your siblings or Mike and I also?"
"Yes to all. I told him. Needless to say, he's okay with it. Kinda bombed you with that. We're not the parents you thought we were. Sorry, the return period is over. You're stuck with us.
I smiled at her levity, "Thanks for lightening the mood, mom."
She took another long drink, "Least I can do when I spill that my kids are part of a family of perverts."
"Yeah, really. And I was feeling guilty."
Mom stepped close and put her hand on my shoulder. For some reason, that feeling went right between my legs.
"Consenting adults, Molly, that's what matters. Let's walk."
As we climbed over trees and stuff, I noticed that my mother, like me, had eschewed underwear for the day.
"So, mom. You and your siblings?"
Mom told her tale as we walked.
"Yeah, guess I should tell you. As you know, the three of us visited grandpa's farm all the time. We'd spend all day all over the place. Well, it started when Paul caught me peeing. I saw him standing there, but I couldn't stop. I yanked up my panties and shorts and chased him until we found Polly. I was mad, and Polly sided with me. Polly and I decided that a fitting punishment would be for him to piss for us. We were young and thought it was funny. Paul did, and that changed things. The next time Polly had to pee, she just looked around, yanked her shorts and briefs down, squatted, and peed. Paul and I were stunned and just watched. She got done and pulled her shorts up. "Now we've all done it, so no problems. Then it got to be a game. We didn't give it much thought. It was fun and harmless."
Mom stopped and took a big drink. She wiped off her mouth with her hand.
"Grossed out yet?"
I laughed, "Nope."
"Well, later that summer, Paul was pissing, his shorts and briefs around his feet. Polly stepped up next to him and took his penis in her hand. Paul was shocked and let go. Polly giggled and aimed his dick all over as he pissed. Then she aimed his cock at her feet and pissed on them. She let go when he finished. We stared at her. 'What? It was fun. You should try it. I'm sure Paul would let you.' I looked at Paul, and he shrugged, then his face lit up. 'Yeah, sis, sure, but what do I get to do? I can't aim yours.' Polly and I giggled. 'Watch. We stripped our shorts and panties right off. Paul stood with his mouth gaping open as we pressed our hands around our vagina's and started peeing, using our hands to move the stream around. I could see my brother's cock bulging. When we got done, Polly and I laughed and got dressed. We went back to playing.
"Of course, for some subliminal reason, we were all drinking a lot, and in a short time, the need arose. Polly and I shared a smile. We stripped off our shorts and cotton panties. Paul stared. Polly told him, 'you too.' He hesitated. We knew why. He pulled down his shorts and briefs. He was hard. Polly and I stared. Then Polly said, 'So, Paul, wanna try and aim me?' He moved in front of her and tried to put his hand where we had. It wasn't working. 'Behind me, Paul, and reach around.' Polly said. He stood behind her, away from her, and tried. She backed up till his hard cock was nestled in her ass crease. 'Now try it.' Paul's hands moved slowly. I watched while noticing that my pussy was wet and not from pee. Paul's hands cupped Polly's pussy. They both were panting, as was I now. 'Ready?' she asked. 'Yes,' he rasped. We all groaned when she started pissing. Paul was able to aim her pee a little, but mostly she pissed all over his hands. She wiggled against him as she pissed. Paul looked like he had gone to heaven. When she was done, he went to take his hands away, and Polly held them. 'More, touch me more.'
That was when things really changed. That day, we each masturbated each other. Once the line was crossed, it was only a day or so before we were up in the loft every day, naked. Oral sex, pissing, yes, and fucking. Polly and I did each other as Paul masturbated. It was a good summer, and we've been doing it ever since.
I was overwhelmed. From discovering a hidden lust to sharing it with my twin to knowing our parents were okay with it and that my mom did the same thing. Now what? I assumed Mike and I would sneak around, but no. But what? Mom kept walking and drinking. She finally stopped. Her face was red, and her small, bra-less nipples jutted out from under her sweat-soaked tank top. I looked down. My nipples were hard too. Mom drank and pointed at my nipples.
"That from the heat or the conversation?"
"Both, mom. How about you?"
"Same. Hey, this water is catching up to me."
I had a decision to make and no time to think about it. I looked at my lean, beautiful mother. Yes, I could. But it will be up to her.
"Me too. Maybe we should find a spot. I'll go over there."
Mom put her fingers inside the waistband of her shorts, "Don't bother, we haven't seen anyone today."
I went to move away, offering an out, just in case I was wrong.
"Where you going? Here's fine. Just go.
I squatted and pulled my leg to the side. Mom shoved her shorts off and kicked them aside as I watched every motion. She was untrimmed. She tossed off her top too. No questions now.
"Take 'em off Mol, it's easier." She turned in a circle, "Bet you have never seen me like this."
I never had. I liked what I saw. I stood and slipped my fingers under the waistband and shoved my shorts down. My mother's eyes glued to my hands as they pushed down, slowly exposing myself to my mother. They dropped to my feet, and I stepped out.
"Been a while since you saw me like this, huh, mom."
"You didn't have hair then. Show me the rest?
I tossed off my shirt. This was strange. I'm on a trail, on a Caribbean island, naked with my mother, and I'm pretty sure we're going to be peeing soon.
Mom stepped closer. Her hand ran up my side.
"You're beautiful."
I reached out and carefully ran my hand from mom's hip, up her side, like she'd done to me, "I've never seen you like this." The double meaning was not lost on her.
"Have you ever...? With a woman?"
Her hand on my side moved in, just under the swell of my breast. I did the same, my fingers just detecting where her modest breast started.
"No. I've had offers, kissed once. Just never bold enough to take it further."
Her thumb moved up, brushing over my breast. I did the same. She moved closer, our hips touching, our faces inches apart.
"I'm feeling bold, are you?" mom whispered as her hand massaged my full round breast. I guess being with my twin brother broke the barrier of family sex, but it was still strange to have my mother sexually touching me and me about to do the same. It felt good, safe, and good. I moved my hand up and felt her hard nipple. I took a vee of my fingers and gripped it.
"I think I am."
"Ohh, Molly, that feels nice. If this gets to be too much, say so, please."
Now I had a hand on each of mom's small breasts. They were firm and cute, her nipples long and hard. Her hands fondled mine, pinching the nipples, sending a current right between my legs.
"This is weird, touching my mother."
Mom paused, "You want to stop? It's okay."
"No," I sighed, I'm enjoying it. It's just so out there."
"But nice, Molly, very nice."
Mom stopped and took one of my hands, "Mommy has to pee. Wanna help?"
"I do too. Yes, I do."
Mom took my hand and moved it between her legs. I felt the pubic hair first, and then she pressed my palm against her vagina. She was very wet. I felt her hand moving, down my belly, over my pubic hair, and cupping my wet sex.
"Let's go together."
My head was spinning. This was so strange but so exciting. I concentrated. I felt mom's pussy flexing, then a spurt. I let my pee go, feeling Mom's fingers move through the stream. Her piss poured through my fingers. So warm. We were eye-to-eye, pissing on each other. It splashed on the ground. I felt it hit my feet. So fucked up, but so fucking exciting. I just gave in to the feeling and pissed on mom's hand. Our streams dwindled. Mom did not take her hand away.
"More?"
I had stayed against her sex. She was wet and open, horny, needy. I'd never touched a woman. I moved my finger, entering her, carefully.
"Yes, I think so."
"Ohhhh fuuuckkk, Molly, that's nice. More, baby, finger mommy's pussy."
Her long finger slid into me. So wrong, but so good. She knew just where to touch. I got wetter. Our bodies were in full contact now, hands stuffed between us, rubbing and fingering each other's pussy.
Mom panted, "I want more. Lie down."
We lay on the soft ground. She opened her legs, lying on her side. I knew what she wanted. I scissored my legs with hers, shifting closer till our vagina's made contact. We each grabbed the other's leg and just went to it. Rubbing our soaked sexes, not caring if somebody came along. Grunting, sweating, cumming. I hosed mom's pussy.
"You cum a lot, baby." She panted.
"Some guys don't like it. Mike doesn't seem to mind."
"He drink it yet?"
"No, oh mom, gonna cum again."
She rubbed harder, and I came, the torrent gushing out from between us. Mom gasped and came too. We paused.
"Now I have to piss again." She said.
I stayed tight with her, "I do too. Let's go."
Mom giggled, and soon I felt her wet stream between us. I let my bladder go, and we had a fountain of pee gushing between our touching sexes. I couldn't believe it. I came while pissing on my mother's pussy. She was panting and groaning. I think she did too.
We slowly disengaged, "You cum, baby?" She asked.
"Yeah, you did too, right?"
"One of my best."
We got up and dressed. As we walked back to the cabin, we talked about her past and future as a family. It was going to be an interesting life.
The car from the marina dropped dad and me off at the cottage.
"Man, we stink!" Dad said.
He was right, of course, diesel, fish, a bit of spilled beer. It had been a great trip. We caught a bunch of fish.
"Let's hit the shower out back."
The cottage came with an outdoor shower, a big six-by-four wooden enclosure with two showerheads. As we approached, dad shucked his shirt. He took a big drink from his water bottle.
"I let you go first, dad."
"What? No, come on, it's got two heads, no big deal."
Not really having any other choice, I tossed off my shirt as dad shoved down his shorts. As I said, I'm a younger version of him. He got more hair, not much, though. I watched as he pushed off his briefs and stepped into the shower, leaving the door open. I dropped my shorts. Dad watched as I tugged off my briefs. I took a drink from my bottle.
He didn't turn the water on right away.
"There's no way to ease into this, Mike. Your mother saw you and Molly on the beach the other night pissing and fucking."
I'm sure he could have figured out a way to ease a little bit and not smack me over the head. I stood and stared. There was no way to talk around what my mother saw. Dad didn't let me hang long.
"So, with that out in the open, I'm going to share some secrets. First, mom and I are okay with what you two are doing."
We're standing in a wooden shower stall, naked, with no water running. I can't help noticing that my Father's cock is not much different than mine. The look on my face must have been great. Dad laughed.
"Shocked?"
I just nodded.
"I'll get right to it. Your mother and I have sex and pee parties with Uncle Paul and Aunt Polly. We've been doing it since college and your mom and her twin siblings were doing it for a year before that. I'd never done incest and peeing, but I gotta tell ya, I fell right into it.'
I could see dad's cock was a little bigger. He wasn't done.
"Just to make things clear. Mom has sex with her sister and brother, and I have sex with everybody."
Once again, my face was the tell.
"Yes, Paul and I have sex. No fucking, we tried, wasn't our thing. But we suck each other and cum in each other's mouth."
I put my hand out to touch the wall.
"Sorry, maybe I should have been a little more subtle."
I was overwhelmed. In the course of a few seconds, I had gone from a guy, wracked with guilt over having sex with his sister, to finding out that what I thought were 'normal' parents were, well, just like Molly and me. My mind ran images of the four of them. I didn't know what my Aunt and Uncle looked like naked, but I'm sure my brain picture was close. Dad drank his water and gave me time to think. I took a drink. It was a hot day, and the shower enclosure blocked the breeze.
Dad reached out and put his hand on my shoulder. Not unusual, but when you're both naked, it's different. Almost sensual.
"You okay? I kinda bombed you with this. I'm sure mom's doing a better job."
My head shot up.
"Yeah, mom and Molly are out on a hike, and mom's telling her what I told you. So, there are no secrets anymore. How do you feel about this?"
I thought for a few seconds, "I'm not sure. Relieved? Curious? That was the first time for Molly and me. I love my sister, and I enjoyed what we did. We'd never done the peeing thing. It just kinda happened. It's kinda interesting to imagine you four doing this."
""How did it happen?"
I told dad the story all three times. Then about the part where we needed to talk.
"The talk. That about how a brother and sister shouldn't be having sex and peeing on each other?"
I smiled weakly, "Yeah, pretty much."
Dad's hand was still on my shoulder. He had moved a little closer.
"Well, I don't think you'll need to have that talk now."
"No, guess not. So, mom and Molly...?"
Dad's cock was hard, brushing my leg, "I'm hoping they are naked, cumming and pissing on each other. If your mom's talk with Molly goes well, we all four..."
Despite all the stuff whirling around in my brain, the sudden vision of my whole family naked and having sex had an effect. Dad noticed.
"So, you in, I take it?"
I put my hand on dad's shoulder. His skin was warm, "Yeah, why not?"
"You ever done anything with guys?"
Well, now I knew where this was going. I looked at my dad, thought about it, why not?"
"Yes, Frank and I did stuff."
Dad's hand massaged my shoulder. His cock brushed my thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum.
"Like what?"
"We ended up sucking each other."
"You like it?"
I laughed, "We did it more than once, that tell you what you want to know?"
Dad laughed, "Yeah, plenty. Did you...?"
"Let Frank cum in my mouth, yes, and I kinda liked it. I like girls a whole lot more."
"You two ever piss?"
"No, that was Molly. I'd never thought of it."
I looked down. My cock was hard, nearly touching Dad's.
"Mike, I need to. You mind?"
"No, dad, go ahead, piss on me."
He sighed, "Oh fuck, that's hot. Hold it for me?"
I took dad's penis in my hand. So weird, it felt like mine. Then I felt him twitch, and a stream of clear piss coursed out, splashing over my hard cock and my testicles. I moved his cock, bathing my thighs, then up, over my belly, and finally, as he ended, a short stream hit my face. I kept my hand on him. He smiled.
"Still okay?" He looked at my erection, "Hmm, looks like it."
"Yes," I answered, "It's odd, but, yeah, I like it."
Dad cupped my sac and ran his hand over my cock, "You look like me."
I felt his growing in my hand, "Yeah, I noticed."
"May I?"
"Whatever you want, dad."
"I want to suck you."
"Can I go first?"
Dad pressed against me, our cocks in full contact, "I'd like that."
I got on my knees. No point in stalling. I leaned in and slid my mouth down over my Father's cock.
"Oh fuck, Mike, that's good."
I took my mouth off, holding him with my hand, "A mouth on your hard cock or your son's mouth on your hard cock?"
I slipped him back into my mouth as he moaned, "My nasty horny son's mouth."
I paused one more time. I really have fallen into this now.
"I'm going to suck your cock, dad. I want you to cum in my mouth. Then, I want you to suck me off."
Dad started thrusting, "And you will cum in mine."
There we were, Father and son, in a wooden shower stall on a small island. Me, on my knees with my Father's erection in my mouth, gleefully sucking it, wanting to feel the hot cum. I put my hands on his ass and pulled him in. His hands were on my head, gently holding me as he plunged his cock in and out of my mouth.
It wasn't long, "Mike, I'm going to cum."
I just hummed on his cock. I felt him get harder. I flicked my tongue on the underside of his cock head. He grunted, held my head and the first jet bounced off the back of my mouth, followed by three more. I stopped sucking and just let him soften in my mouth.
Dad stepped back, panting.
"That was awesome, son. Get up. I want my turn."
I was standing, looking down at my dad, on his knees, taking my erect penis in his mouth. The fucking nastiest thing I'll ever see. He clenched my ass and sucked me like a pro. I rested my hands on his head. For those few minutes, I just rode the wave of sensation.
"I'm gonna cum, dad. Don't stop."
Then the door opened.
As my cum jetted into my Father's mouth, I saw mom and Molly standing there. Mom had a wicked smile, and Molly's mouth was hanging open.
"What the fuck?"
I groaned as I released, fueled by being caught. I never knew cumming could be so good.
Mom said, "You two get cleaned up. We'll be in the house."
Mom shut the door, and we heard them go into the house. Dad got up.
"See, no problem."
I laughed, "I think my sister might disagree."
Dad turned on the shower and grabbed a bar of soap, "Turn around."
As my Father washed me, he explained, "Your mom and I are bisexual. I'm sure that she and Molly had some fun. Molly was just shocked at seeing her dad on his knees with his son's cock cumming in his mouth. Your mom will explain it to her."
Dad's soapy fingers were massaging my hole. Never had that done.
"Feels good, dad."
He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around. We were both hard. Dad soaped up my front.
"Tried some of that with Paul, wasn't our thing. We do fingers, but that's it."
I rinsed off and then washed my dad, "This is fun."
He laughed, "Well, we can do it any time now. No secrets."
I was carefully washing my Father's hard cock when the door opened. Mom and Molly stepped in, naked. It was tight, and our naked bodies slid together. Mom looked at my cock.
"Hard again? Didn't you just cum in your dad's mouth?"
Dad laughed and put his arm around his naked, smiling daughter, "And I was thinking about having him do it again. He comes a lot."
Molly was fondling her Father's erection, "Yeah, he does, and it feels great."
Dad's hand went over Molly's ass and between her legs.
"Has he cum in your mouth yet?"
Molly bent over and licked the head of dad's cock, "Not yet, he's next."
My sister dropped to her knees and took dad in. He groaned and held her head as she sucked his cock. Mom turned and put her hands on the wall.
"Fuck me, Mike. Fuck mommy while your sister sucks your dad's cock."
I held mom's slim hips and lined my cock up. She was drenched, I slid in. Not as tight as Molly, but so wickedly wrong.
"Oh baby, you feel good in mommy. Look, Frank, our son, is fucking me."
Dad held Molly's head as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth, "And I'm gonna cum in my daughter's mouth."
Molly's eyes went wide, and dad grunted. I could see her swallowing around his cock. If she got half of what I did, that was a lot.
Molly got up and stood next to me. I was pounding mom's pussy, and she grunted with every stroke. Molly reached down and started pinching mom's clit.
"You and mom have sex, sis?"
Molly was rubbing her pussy on mom's leg while she rubbed her clit, "Oh yeah, we rubbed our pussies and pissed while cumming. I can't wait to put my mouth on my mom's pussy."
Mom panted, "I want to eat you up, little girl, and drink your cum."
Dad moved over and gently pulled Molly away.
"You gonna fuck me, daddy? Gonna fuck your little girl while they watch?"
Dad pushed her over till her hands hit the wall. "Yes, little girl. Daddy's gonna put his cock in you while mommy watches."
Mom groaned on my cock, orgasming again. Dad lined up and slid in.
"Oh, daddy, that's nice."
"You're right, little girl."
Watching my Father fuck my sister while my cock was covered in mom's spend was just too much.
"Cumming mom."
"Fill me, baby. Fill mommy's pussy."
After I orgasmed in my mom, she and I washed each other as dad howled and shot his load up into my sister's pussy. She nearly collapsed she came so hard.
The rest of the vacation was pretty predictable. Molly and I slept in the same bed. Mom or dad would come in in the morning and suck my cum out of Molly's pussy. I'd do the same, sucking all dad's cum out of mom's. We did every combination. Dad and I preferred the girls, but we'd put on a show for them because it made them horny.
Of course, this continued when we got home, but we did have to work.
About a week after our trip, I came home from work to find mom, naked, in the living room. The rug had been rolled back, and an eight-by-eight plastic tarp replaced it. The border of the plastic was rolled up beach towels. I looked at mom. She smiled and handed me a two-liter bottle of water.
"Drink up. Uncle Paul and Aunt Polly are coming for a visit."
