My sister Jill went off on a Caribbean cruise with her friends, a reward for completing college. But mom insisted there be some adult presence, and so she went too. I wasn't sure if she couldn't cut the cord, or if she just wanted mom-daughter bonding time. Regardless, she held the purse strings and so Jill had no choice. They would return after 10 days including travel days and an extra night in Miami.
Before she left, mom told me my Aunt Julie and her two daughters would be spending their summer at the Lake House, not just a week as usual. Any disappointment I had turned to anticipation.
Summers at the lake were the best. We have a mountain home that is walking distance to the lake. It started out as a vacation rental, but mom used her divorce settlement to buy it. With natural colors and log tree finishes, it matches the natural scenery. Inside it has a full kitchen, fireplace in the grand room, a master and guest bedrooms. My favorite part is the back deck, with lake views, a firepit and hot tub.
Now we come as often as we can, and summertime is prime time at the lake.
On the day of their arrival, I heard the car pull up and car doors close. I scampered down the stairs towards the front of the house as they retrieved bags from the back of the Jeep. I watched in anticipation, recalling the family of beautiful women I have lusted for over the years.
Aunt Julie was a total MILF, she kept her body in shape and had long, gorgeous brown hair. The fact that her breasts were large on her slender frame didn't hurt either. I had lusted after her for years, seeing her at family gatherings at the lake, at the beach, and at our prior home that had a pool.
Seeing Julie in a bathing suit was always enough to give me a hard-on. Getting a hug from her had been a highlight of my day for many years now, and often required me to take care of things afterwards. Any young man with a well-endowed aunt will know what I am talking about.
Aunt Julie approached and had her hands full with groceries. I took them, and she squeezed my arm as she went inside to settle into the master.
I followed her in and put the bags in the kitchen then came back to the front door, just as Josie and Jenny approached. Along with my sister Jill, we had all had such great times playing games, swimming in the lake, riding bikes, hiking - all the fun camping and lake activities.
Just out of college now, the girls were all grown -- and in the best ways.
Josie was hot and she knew it. She had light brownish blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin. Her physique was athletic and slim, with average sized breasts and nice firm ass. She wore all the right clothing get guys attention. Today's sports top exposes her mid-section while also presenting her chest for admiration. I thought she tried too hard to show off because she didn't have the largest breasts. It shouldn't matter, really. But then, here I am obsessing over them, so it works both ways.
"Hey Jack!" Josie gave me a hug. I took her bag and held it while she carried on inside.
Jenny followed her closely. I remember Jenny being equally cute. She had long dark brown hair like her mom, with big, beautiful brown eyes. Her breasts were larger, and so was her bum, but I like something to hold on to. She had an extra few pounds and some curves, enough to give her body image and self-esteem issues. Today she had on a large t-shirt, and the purpose was clear. But I liked her just the same, maybe even more.
"Hi cousin!" She also gave me a hug, and I returned it with my open arm. I felt a twinge as her breasts touched my chest. Even if they were larger due to her being a bigger girl, they were still breasts. Coming into contact with them felt good regardless. I tried to hold the embrace for as long as I could. I wasn't sure if it was obvious, or if she was doing the same. After what seemed like 10 minutes, but was probably just 10 seconds, our embrace ended. Jenny looked up with her nice smile and pretty eyes.
I took their bags and led them down the hall to the guest rooms, showing them how we had it set up. While they unpacked, I lay on my bed and day-dreamt about them.
Previously, I had tried to sneak peaks when any of them were going in or coming out of the shower or just changing into swimsuits in the spare room. Mostly it was to no avail, but once I had seen Jenny, as she took off her swimsuit and re-wrapped her towel heading into the shower. I got a good shot of those lovely breasts, and I hoped they might be accessible to me one day.
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After lunch, we all changed into swim gear and headed down to the lake. As we walked, I made sure to follow the group of women, so I could check out their nice butts. They were all pretty and with something different to offer. We caught up on everything going on in our lives.
"You look like you've been keeping in shape, Jack." Josie turned to me. Did she just check me out? I was no slouch, tall at 6'1 and having played volleyball and run track. I have a little hair on my chest and good muscle definition.
"I've been running, biking and doing a lot of swimming," I replied.
"Your mom said you were training for the annual triathlon," Julie added.
"I am."
'Which part is the hardest?" Josie asked.
"Swimming, for sure. It's more exhausting, and you don't want to run out of gas in the water which would be dangerous. That's why they swim first."
"How long is it?"
"The swim is under a kilometer, from Lookout point to North Harbor. Then you bike entirely around the lake, more than 10 miles. Finally, there is a 5K run, about 3 miles, back to the beach and the finish line."
"Seems like a lot," Julie added.
"There's a meetup group, we've been going out on Saturday mornings in order to build up for it. I also run on my own every other day to build up stamina."
"How competitive is it?"
"Most people just try to complete it, enjoy the event. The serious ones that race can finish in a couple of hours, maybe less. There is a $1000 prize for first and trophies for top 3."
We reached the beach front of the lake. After some swimming, we lounged on our towels under a nearby tree. The girls read magazines, laying there in their bikinis. Josie and her perky tits next to me, Jenny and her larger breasts further away. Aunt Julie pulled shorts over her one-piece.
We were all enjoying being outdoors, the smell of nature, the view of the lake and mountain beyond.
I was also enjoying the view of 3 women in swimsuits. I got some good glimpses of cleavage and side boob from a variety of women in different types of suits. I wasn't about to complain.
As we relaxed, I started to daydream about them coming out of the water. I imagined the cousins sort of like Phoebe Cates in that red bikini. Josie was more fit, and Jenny had nicer tits. But Aunt Julie was my Princess Leia in the gold bikini from Return of the Jedi. Oh man, I just couldn't get enough of her!
I was daydreaming about the possibilities, and my imagination was running wild. Just then Julie started to pack up and head back. At first, I felt dismayed that the cleavage fun was over for the day. Little did I realize that the fun was about to begin.
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Reaching the Lake House, we decided to shower before dinner. The master on one side of the house has a large shower. On the other side, a second bath was between my bedroom and two smaller guest rooms down the hall. Josie and Jenny went first, while Julie and I would wait our turn.
Aunt Julie sat down at the kitchen table and adjusted herself in her bathing suit. I stood by, wrapped in my beach towel. I was trying to watch her, but not look like I was watching. Apparently, I failed.
"Like what you see," she asked.
I looked up, shifting my feet, caught. "Sorry, I uh," I stammered.
"It's OK," she replied, smiling. "It's nice to know I still garner looks from young men."
"Aunt Julie..." I started.
"Don't worry about it, Jack," she softened. "You're going to see a lot of cleavage this summer," she laughed gently and nodded. "Just try not to stare so hard."
"I'll try to be more discreet."
"That's a polite way of saying you will still look but try not to get caught."
"Can you blame me for admiring a beautiful woman?" I asked sheepishly.
"No. And I would be disappointed if you didn't notice," she replied honestly. "But Josie and Jenny might not be so forgiving. Just try not to creep them out."
"Understood."
"Speaking of the girls, do you find them pretty? I mean, if they weren't your cousins and all."
"I hadn't noticed."
"Oh, sure you did," she countered. "I bet from the moment we got here, and all day, you've been checking them both out."
"Well, women in swimsuits," I looked down at my feet. "What do you want me to say?"
"Don't worry, I'm not here to bust your balls," she said.
"Thanks?" It was an interesting choice of words.
"But Josie has confidence and Jenny, well, needs to find hers again. I think if she got back into shape..."
"She looks fine to me," I was being honest.
"Don't get me wrong. I love her however she is," Julie added. "She just needs to establish good habits again, develop a better routine. I want you to help with that, be her personal trainer."
"What sort of routine?"
"I will work on us eating better and have errands to keep her active. What I want you to help with is exercise mostly. Get up early every day... why don't you take her biking and running with you while you train for your race."
"I don't know," I hesitated. "I go pretty fast and pretty far. She might not be ready for the pace."
"For sure, she needs to be eased back into it." She thought for a moment, then added, "Maybe you do a first run at your own speed, then come back and do a 2nd lap with her, that sort of thing."
"Well," I said, not sure how this was going to play out. "Once in a while maybe, but every day?" I really didn't want any added responsibility.
"I realize this is asking a lot. But she is your cousin, and family should take care of each other." She clearly wasn't taking 'no' for an answer.
"Jack, I know that your time is valuable." She stood, letting the towel drop to the floor, then she slowly walked towards me, not hiding that her chest was full on display.
"Well..." I scratched the back of my head in contemplation. "I don't know... I have lots of things on my plate," I didn't really, I just didn't know where this was going.
"And you will be compensated for services rendered." She moved her shoulders, was she seductively showing me ample cleavage? I was trying not to stare, but my eyes bulged, and I froze.
"Would you do it for me, please?" She whispered as she leaned in and brushed her breasts against my arm. My mind raced with the direct contact now. Was it on purpose or was I reading into it?
Her soft eyes pleaded, and I had to maintain the gaze because otherwise I would be diving into her awesome chest that begged for my attention. Right there right now, not caring who knew or saw.
I wanted her bad. I wanted to bury my face in her chest and grab her ass with both hands. But I knew better than to make a move without being totally sure. Anticipation hung in the air for a moment.
I was just about to go for it, when we heard someone walking down the hall towards us. Aunt Julie quickly released my arm, then turned towards the fridge to get a drink.
"Who's next?" Josie asked coming into the kitchen, unaware of the tension that she just missed.
Julie collected her things to take her turn.
"Jack," she looked at me. "Can you make sure the bathrooms are stocked with plenty of clean towels?"
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I walked down the hall and retrieved clean towels from the linen closet. I knocked on the guest bathroom door.
"Yes?" Can the reply -- it was Jenny.
I carefully opened the door, just enough to be heard. "Clean towels!"
"Oh thanks, just leave it on the counter."
I crept in part way and tried to both look and not look. Steam from the shower fogged the mirror. There was no shower door, but a robe hung on the hook, blocking the view unless I fully entered. I wanted to see her naked, but another time perhaps. I placed a couple of towels and left.
I walked around to the master, pausing at the door. Aunt Julie was in the shower already. I quietly opened and walked in. The master was large, and the bathroom was around the corner and through a short hall that had mirrored closets on either side.
"I brought clean towels!" I announced my presence but didn't immediately get a reply. I walked in farther, ready to place the towels on the sink counter. I noticed the vanity mirror wasn't fogged, as the hot air could release into the master bedroom space.
Time slowed as I peeked around the corner. I saw my aunt washing her hair. Her back was arched, her head tilted back under the water. The caused her chest to stick out -- and what a magnificent pair of breasts she had. Water and suds flowed down and in between.
I just stood there, taking it all in. There is nothing quite like a beautiful woman, wet in the shower.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it was Julie who spoke and broke the silence.
"Like what you see?"
I dropped the towels like a dolt, then quickly picked them up again. "I brought clean towels!"
"Thanks Jack," she said, returning to rinsing out her hair.
She hadn't asked me to leave, and she didn't seem particularly upset that I remained either. I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than her tits.
Julie finished rinsing, then turned off the water. She reached for one of the towels I was still holding.
"Thanks," she said giving me a wink. She held one arm across her chest, but it wasn't enough to cover herself entirely. Side boob and under boob were beckoning me.
"Turn around please." I did as she asked. I was looking in the mirror, but she was directly behind me. If I moved it would be too obvious -- and I didn't want her to get upset. There was some sort of game we were playing, but I didn't know all the rules yet. Still, I didn't want to cross the line unnecessarily.
She began to dry herself. "Where did we leave off, from earlier?"
"You want me to be Jenny's personal trainer, with exercise every day." I moved my head just enough to see her in the mirror. But she had turned sideways, now wrapping the towel around her chest which barely covered to her waist. She was beautiful from all angles.
"I think compensation was mentioned, but not yet agreed upon. I would ask what sort of compensation you would like, but since you've been gawking at my breasts all day, I would think the answer is obvious," she said looking down at the bulge in my shorts. "Yup, it's obvious."
I was hard and it showed. She was my aunt, but I didn't care. She was a MILF wrapped in a towel. That towel was all that kept her nakedness hidden, a body I had dreamt about and lusted over for years.
She took a step towards me, and I leaned back in reaction. Now I was half sitting against the sink counter, and she stood right in front of me. All I could think about were her magnificent tits.
"By the way you're staring at my breasts," Julie said, "you must want to see what they look like." She let go of the towel from under one arm, letting it fall and exposing her chest to me.
Oh, my lord! "I've wanted you for so long. I've thought of so many things to do with you."
"I'm sure you have," she had a playful, mischievous look in her eye.
"Damn you are so beautiful," I said quietly, respectfully if that was possible as I looked her up and down with desire -- taking in her ample breasts, her smooth skin, a patch of hair between her legs.
"Why thank you," she smiled bashfully, playfully, knowingly.
I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Julie took my hand, placing it on her breast. Then she stepped closer, her nipples barely touching my chest. I touched tits from the side as she pressed them firmly into me. Then I reached around her body and pulled her tightly into me.
My tongue found its way into her warm mouth, and she responded with a passionate kiss.
Was this really happening? Her fabulous and now naked chest fully pressed against me, her warm mouth welcoming and kissing back at me. I wasn't sure where the line between dreams and reality ended. Our skin warmed up with friction, and the blood pumped with intensity.
I turned her slightly and she leaned up against the bathroom wall. She reached for my shoulder, and I kneaded her tits as I lowered my head between them. I squeezed and rolled one nipple between my fingers, and then sucked on the other.
Julie moaned and gently ran her fingers through my hair as my head worked its way back and forth between her breasts, biting gently on her large, dark nipples. "That's nice," she cooed.
Then I reached between her legs, touching the soft patch of fur. It was soft and warm from the shower. She moved her leg to let me in. I slipped a finger inside, and she moaned with passion.
"That's nice," she encouraged me.
"Just nice?"
"Ask me again in a few minutes," she replied.
I pressed my body into hers, our tongues fencing in her mouth. I slipped a second finger into her, and she wrapped her leg up and around my waist. She wanted it, and I was going to give it to her.
With my thumb I fumbled for her clit, as my fingers pushed in as far as they would go. The angle of my hand and wrist pressed against her, and she grinded back against me for many minutes.
"Finish me off Jack," Julie whispered as she bit on my earlobe.
My cock throbbed but would have to wait. I was pleasing this woman, my partner in this sexual tryst. For whatever it was worth I was giving it my all. All my attention, all that she needed.
I knelt in front of her, putting her leg over my shoulder. I leaned in face first into her genitalia. I spread her lips with my fingers, and licked her pussy and lips, up and down, back and forth. I found her clit and bit gently, as I thrust three fingers up into her from my position below.
I grabbed an ass cheek with my free hand, pushing all the way into her as my wrist pressed up against her pelvic bone. I twisted my fingers inside her wet, warm pussy, exploring inside her.
I rubbed a finger along the outside of her butthole, teasing gently. I wanted to see if there was any resistance. But as I looked up, her gaze met mine with desire and lust in her eyes.
With one hand I worked my fingers into her pussy. With the other I spread her ass check and licked her butthole. I tongued her, making it as wet as I could. Then I slipped a finger into her tight ass.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Her head went back, and she closed her eyes enjoying the moment.
Locked in, I furiously licked at her labia and clit, nibbling occasionally.
"Fuck yea, eat me!" Her thighs squeezed in against my head, locking me in place. I drilled in, thrusting my fingers up into her. Her vagina squeezed and her butt clenched around my finger.
"Fuck yes I'm coming!" Julie screamed out in pleasure, so loud that I worried the rest of the house would hear. She grabbed the back of my head and smashed into my face so hard I couldn't breathe.
"God yes!" Her hips bucked as she started to come. I felt the warmth of her juices on my fingers and my mouth. Her legs tensed, and her body convulsed.
With full force I ate her, pushing through the spasms of ecstasy. I thrust my tongue as far up into her as I could, lapping up juices and rubbing my face all over her.
"So, better than nice." I replied playfully, standing up.
"Holy fuck that was great!" She said panting heavily, looking at me with pleasure and satisfaction.I leaned in and pressed against her spent body; my hard cock touched her abdomen through my shorts. I inserted my leg between hers, lifting in, forcing my hand up and my fingers deep into her.
Julie made a noise, a whimper of both exhaustion and pleasure. She pushed down on my hand in response, meeting me halfway, squeezing every last bit of pleasure out of the orgasm.
I kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth. She sucked hard on my tongue. I pulled my fingers from her then slowly inserted two fingers between our mouths. Her tongue licked around my lips. She took in a deep inhale, and her eyes widened. She began to furiously lick then suck on my fingers.
"Oh shit, that's hot - I can taste and smell me all over you!" Julie sucked my fingers tightly.
After a minute she released from the sloppy finger-kiss, and her body loosened. Then she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tight.
"You have no idea how badly I needed that." The warmth of our bodies felt wonderful.
"I could tell," I replied with a smile, stepping out of my shorts.
"My turn?" But it was not really a question, more an indication of what was coming next. I reached out to spread her legs and insert myself into her. I was going to fuck her standing up right there.
"Just to be clear," she put her hand to my chest to stop my attack, needing to catch her breath as well. "You only get to put that thing in me after services are rendered."
I had a dejected look as I bowed my head in defeat. I thought she was squirming out of the entrapped position to end it. But I was wrong.
Aunt Julie lowered herself into a squatting position. She grabbed my hips and pulled me into her. Before I knew it, her warm mouth was on my hard cock. She bobbed up and down and licked my shaft.
Enthused by this development, I spread my legs to get a better position, leaning into the wall. She fondled my balls with one hand, and with the other grabbed my ass and pulled me farther into her.
Her mouth was heaven. I couldn't believe what I was getting myself into. I had licked my aunt's pussy and made her come, and now she was going to suck me off!
She jerked my shaft and sucked furiously, occasionally stopping to lick all around the mushroom head of my cock. I put my hand on her should for balance as she continued to suck tightly on my shaft.
After a few minutes, she leaned her head back against the wall for a break. Looking at her, we both had sex and lust and desire in our eyes. I moved closer, and she opened her mouth to receive me again.
I moved my hips and she remained, letting me control the motion. Repeatedly my cock thrust into her mouth. She grabbed my cock in one hand and used her lips to create an oral tunnel which I loved.
A couple of times, I pushed my cock in so far and held it, as she tried to deep throat me. At one point I touched the back of her throat, but she gagged and had to stop.
"Sorry," I said. "It's hard to hold back. I just want to get so far into you."
"I know the feeling, but I have to breathe. I have something else in mind I think you will enjoy."
"Yeah?" I replied with anticipation, wondering if I would get to fuck her finally.
Aunt Julie inched up until her beautiful breasts were at the same level as my hips. She pressed back against the wall and repositioned her legs for support. Then she squeezed her arms in, forcing her breasts together and out towards me.
"Will you please come on my tits?" her sexy, sultry eyes looking up at me.
I didn't need to be asked twice. I positioned my cock between them and began to move my hips in and out to fuck them.
"That's a good boy, Jack! I know you've wanted this for a long time!" my Aunt Julie encouraged me.
It was true. At first, I simply wanted to see them, in or out of her bathing suit. I had yearned to touch them, squeeze them, kiss them. I had watched plenty of point-of-view porn showing women getting tit-fucked, masturbating while fantasizing they were my Aunt Julie and her magnificent tits.
Her breasts were warm and soft, our body heat was hot from the friction. It was naughty and wrong, but it felt so right in the moment. My cock felt great going between her lovely tits, and her breasts felt great as I pushed them together with my hands to create the tight pathway for my cock.
"Your tits are fucking amazing!"
"Remember to give me fair warning," Julie said. "It's a mess to wash out of my hair." She winked. It reminded me of the way my sister said it -- did she know or do all women voice the concern the same?
Occasionally I pressed further into her chest and paused. I took the moment to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. Julie reached down, licking and sucking the head of my cock.
After repositioning her tits properly, I pushed back in between her breasts and resumed tit-fucking her. The naughtiness and the friction were all too much - I was consumed with sexual desire as I exploded onto her chest. I had wanted to give her warning, but it just came on suddenly.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Gobs of cum shot out at her, on her tits and neck.
"That I can tell," she quickly leaned in with her lips to take me in. The last few shots were in her mouth, and she sucked on my head then fully engulfed me.
With her hand Julie brought my cock to her breasts. She used the head to wipe up the cum from her chest. Then she licked it off, seductively looking at me straight in the eyes.
"Holy shit that's hot!" I exclaimed as I gasped for breath. I didn't realize she had a naughty streak in her too. But then I considered, women like it just as much as men, although perhaps just not as often.
Julie continued to rub her hands around my cock shaft and head, until it seemed all the cum was gone.
"Well, that's quite a down payment, don't you think?"
I was still reeling from the most amazing blowjob / tit-fuck with my Aunt Julie, momentarily trying to clear my head to process everything going on.
"Down payment?" I asked as nervously. Something in the way she said it, and the choice of words.
"Oh yeah, I heard about your incestual tryst." Julie stood up from her position. "Taking advantage of your sister like that!" She wagged her finger at me and mocked disapproval, but her face betrayed those feelings - it was naughty, and she liked it.
I was momentarily shocked. My sister had manipulated me to get what she wanted. But we were consenting adults both getting what we needed - and then some.
"If anything, she took advantage of me..."
It was hard to tell if she was surprised, considering what just happened between us.
"Thanks for confirming it!" She laughed. "She also said you knew what you were doing. And that letting you fuck her tits as down payment for something more seemed to motivate you properly."
I was stunned. "Well, that's not exactly how it happened..." I tried to interject, but it was no use.
"Mm-Hm," she countered. "Your mother was also very impressed with your skills," Julie was on the other side of the bedroom now getting dressed.
Holy shit -- did she know everything? "You know about that, too?"
"Who do you think told me? She said you gave her the best orgasm of her life."
I realize this all seems shocking -- but it was true. My sister's plan involved getting my mom laid so she would happily approve (and pay for) my sister going off to the Caribbean with her friends. But there was no time to concoct and execute some convoluted plan with anyone else that might not work anyway.
So, in the end I had to get mom off three times, and Jill had to help as well. It was quite the threesome, and it was all worth it. Jill got her vacation, and I got mom's ass.
"Wait, she said what?"
"I know, right? It was a bit disappointing, considering I held that position previously."
"Come again?" I looked at her in amazement.
"Maybe later," she replied coyly. Wait - did she just indicate she had sex with my mom, her sister?
Aunt Julie finished dressing and came over. She pressed her chest into mine and gave me quite the hug. This time, I didn't have to pretend it was just a normal hug between aunt and nephew.
"I am looking forward to seeing what else you can do, Jack." Julie squeezed my cock with her free hand.
"But please don't make me wait until the end of summer."Aunt Julie encouraged me to be personal trainer to my cousin Jenny for the summer, by way of a fantastic blowjob and tit-fuck, which was just the down payment.
I had lusted over her body and her breasts for years. Apparently, she knew this and used this to her advantage, manipulating me to do what she wanted. But I wasn't going to complain.
And to be honest, the prospect of spending a lot more time with my cousin Jenny didn't bother me in the least. In fact, I looked forward to it -- she was pretty and fun.
It seemed Jenny had stopped exercising. She had low self-esteem and confidence, especially when comparing herself to her hot and athletic sister Josie.
Somewhat athletic myself, I had been training for a triathlon, going out regularly to bike, run and swim. I agreed to take Jenny with me on runs or rides as often as I could, easing her into a fitness routine.
We started out the next morning at the local bike shop. I told the cute attendant Sarah my aunt and cousins were staying for the summer. When that realization was made it seemed to improve her smile and she flirted with me. I knew I would have to come back and give her attention some other time.
For now, she helped us pick out hybrid bikes in the right sizes and colors. Aunt Julie got a beach cruiser. Then she rang us up and off we went.
Each morning we rode one of the various picturesque biking trails found around the lake. We stopped every so often to take in some of the viewpoints that also had benches, lunch areas and hiking trails.
At first, we did a couple of miles. Then after a few days, I transitioned to get a couple miles in before breakfast and a few more miles after. Occasionally we would get passed by more serious riders, and a couple of times we saw young men that checked the girls out, but nothing more came of it.
After a week, we were finally going to try and go entirely around the lake in one session -- Aunt Julie would just cruise a couple of miles and turn back when she felt she had enough.
Biking to me was easier to get back into the swing of things. Running was not complicated, but you have to build up endurance and it can easily lead to someone giving up. Although I wanted to see them in swimsuits every day, I decided to keep swimming recreational for now.
I thought Jenny would have a hard time. But everyone was supportive, and Jenny had a good attitude about it. I think it was nice to have someone non-judgmental helping. I made a point not to compare them. They were just my cousins, and we were just having fun and aerobic bike rides to get in better shape in general and to enjoy the view of the lake and surrounding terrain.
A few times, I would let them take the lead -- otherwise they might get too far behind. Plus, I enjoyed watching them from behind. Josie was always more ambitious and motivated, and exercised constantly to maintain her fit physique. She naturally took the lead. Her butt was toned and slender.
Jenny fell in behind her sister, and I could check her out more thoroughly. Jenny had more than Josie, but I would take something to hold onto over less. Something about plowing into a woman from behind, when you have curves, they press into your lower abdomen. You want meat but not junk.
I must have been daydreaming about my cousin's rump when Jenny turned back and asked, "Doing OK back there, Jack?"
Did she wink at me? Had she seen me starting at her behind? I smiled and said yes, then energized into the last few miles of our track around the lake.
It was late afternoon when we finally arrived back home. Josie raced in called out 'first' ahead of her sister, I guess. They were tired, but that was expected. I could feel it, but I was used to the exertion, the pace. The girls were going farther and getting stronger each time out.
Time for a quick shower after the workout, and then lounge out on the back deck.
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To my satisfaction, the girls changed into swimsuits and headed outside. We lounged on recliners for a bit, then as the sun went down that was when we liked to get into the hot tub.
Aunt Julie was there as well in her one-piece covered by shorts. Her cleavage always got my attention, and each time now I recalled our tryst from before. She had been nice and playful, but there was nothing sexual between us since. Too bad, because I had dreamt about having sex with her every night in all sorts of ways. But then, I had done so for many years before, so that hadn't changed.
As I joined the girls in the hot tub, Aunt Julie went into the house and came out with a round of Mai Tai drinks she made for us. We have a stereo inside and external wi-fi speakers under the overhang to project music out for us onto the deck.
"This is the good life," I said, and we all cheered and clinked our glasses -- the three cousins in the hot tub, and Aunt Julie from the nearby lounge. "I'm happy my recruits made the circuit around the lake!"
"Thanks for being such a good trainer!" Josie gave me a wink. It seemed like she was pulling her shoulders back and pressing her chest out for me to look at. I think she just wanted a compliment, to know I saw. Her tits were perky but not large. Still, a girl in a bikini will get looks. Once she saw me checking her out and our eyes met, she leaned back and resumed her normal posture.
"I appreciate you helping me out too," Jenny chimed in. Did she do that to draw my attention away from her sister? Or was I just imaging the sibling rivalry. "I hope I haven't slowed you down too much." She was less athletic, a more laid-back type. Kind and friendly, she was easy to like once you got to know her. But I thought her outer beauty was there too. Different perhaps, but no less alluring.
Jenny's breasts were larger, but she was a bigger girl anyway. But after tit-fucking their mom, I had a renewed appreciation for big tits and what they could offer. They don't have to be the largest, but you still need something to press against. It wasn't always the size, sometimes it was how you used them.
"It's no worry at all," I said honestly. "I have been doing more rides and runs than just what I take you two on. Plus, I like the company, and you two are awesome."
"Oh, I bet," Josie said. "I know why you let us ride in front sometimes," she said playfully. "To check out our bottoms on the bike seat!" She laughed, splashing a bit of water towards me.
"Well," I stammered, "can you blame me?" I replied somewhat playfully.
"Admit it," she pressed. "Which one of us has the better butt?" She stood up and turned around like a model on a runway. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, but she was either flirting or teasing.
I thought my own preference shouldn't be the basis for them feeling good about themselves, particularly in comparison against each other. I didn't want to make Jenny feel any less pretty.
"Aunt Julie!" I called out.
"What?" she turned towards us from her position reclining on the lounge.
Looking down at my empty glass, I replied with "I think I need another drink!".
Aunt Julie got up to go inside and make more. I watched the beautiful MILF and tried to hide the lustful thoughts I had for her. I had deflected, but also I was trying to avoid the comparison of the two sisters.
Josie looked over at Jenny and they gave each other looks. Then Josie got out to use the bathroom. I tried not to stare, but it is hard when a beautiful young woman leaves the water. She used a finger to adjust her bikini around her ass cheek. Did she do that on purpose, or was it normal?
"I realize I'm not as pretty as they are," Jenny said breaking the silence.
"What?" I turned towards her. I wasn't sure how long I was staring, but it must have been obvious.
"You were ogling my mother and my sister," she said. "Checking them out from behind." I was caught and I knew it.
"You're just as beautiful, if not more so," I tried to recover.
"Nice try. You don't look at me like that."
I thought for a moment in silence, trying to come up with the best response.
"When you get out and go inside, you are walking away and won't see how I am totally checking you out from behind," the logic seemed good to me.
"Oh really?" she asked, smiling but not fully believing.
"I'm an equal opportunity ogler."
Jenny smiled as she thought to herself. "You're so sweet, Jack."
Then Jenny also got up to go inside. As she reached the sliding door to go in, I said quietly but loud enough for just her to hear, "man that's a nice ass."
She paused. Using a finger, she traced the inner lines of her bikini bottoms like her sister had. But instead of smoothing them out, she pulled them in to her ass like a thong. Just for a second, but it was noticeable. Then she re-did it and spread the bottoms out again and went inside.
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It was after dinner, and we had drinks out by the firepit on the back deck. We had light banter and it was getting late. At some point the girls went back inside, and it was just Aunt Julie and I that remained.
"You had better be careful what you start," Aunt Julie said as she refilled my drink.
"I think I like what I started," I said. I looked at her cleavage and back up to her and gave her a wink.
"I don't mean me, silly."
"What?" I was confused.
"I've seen how you look at the girls, and that's OK" she said. "But now I've seen how they look at you, and I've seen how their behavior has changed."
"What?"
"I watched from inside earlier. You realize I can make drinks AND look out the kitchen window at the same time."
"Uh, yea," but I hadn't thought of that until just now.
"And that even if the sliding door is closed, if the kitchen window is open, I can hear everything that was said." She looked back over her shoulder at the kitchen window. "Everything."
"Uh," I said awkwardly.
"Josie," she went on, "now she's ambitious and is thinking three moves ahead of you. She will use you if she thinks it will get her somewhere in life. And she knows what men want," she looked at me sternly. "And she could easily move on after, no strings attached."
"Cousin with benefits?" I thought about this and nodded my head approvingly.
"Be serious for a minute. She also could just fuck you just to prove she's better than her sister. Once she accomplishes that mission, she might ghost you and leave you in her rear view."
"Uh...." I didn't know what to say.
"Always remember there's a competition between them, Jack. If you get hurt playing with fire, let's just say I'm not going to blame the fire."
"Okay. I've been warned."
"And Jenny can compete too -- sisters have done it all their lives." She shook her head. "But Jenny's more lover than fighter," she added with reflection. "Jack, if you start something with her, she might just fall for you, mistaking your attention and intentions as something other than what they really are."
"I was only trying to build her up, to not let her think her sister is better than her. I would never do anything to hurt her," I said then added, "or you."
"I know you wouldn't on purpose," Julie said, gently and lovingly touching my arm. "Just don't go confusing lust for love."
I wasn't sure if she meant for her or for Jenny. "Roger that," I tried to say confidently.
"And Jack, if you break her heart," she said as she got up to go back inside, "you will break mine too."
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After a few minutes of contemplation, I realized I was on my own and it didn't seem anyone would be joining. I found Josie inside reading a magazine on the couch in front of the fire. She had an alpha look and the way she flipped the pages made me think she had recently gotten the better of Jenny.
I noticed Julie wasn't in the grand room, so I nonchalantly went looking for her.
The house isn't that big, and there are only so many places to hide. But I didn't find her in the guestroom or bath, and neither was she in the master or on the back deck or by the front or the cars.
I went outside and could see a figure down by the lake reflected in the moonlight. I went to her, and found Jenny standing there, tears on her face.
"Jenny," I reached for her arm. "I'm sorry for the teasing earlier."
She looked up at me, "You're sweet Jack," she said and smiled. "But my sister isn't."
"What did she say?"
"Nothing new, same old shit." She looked back at the house, and then out at the lake. "Do you mind if we walk a bit, over there?" She pointed, and we began walking out of sight of range.
"I've heard that with sisters, it can be really great at times, and then it can be really tough at times."
"I just wish," she clenched her fist and closed her eyes, then released and opened them. "I wish that I could have something all my own, just for me. And without it always having to be a competition. I am tired of finishing in second place all the time."
"Silver medal isn't that shabby," I tried to joke.
"There are two of us, Jack," she replied, not seeing any humor in it.
"It can't be that bad..." I started then regretted it.
"Do you know what it's like to have your sister beat you at every fucking thing? She's prettier, she's smarter, she's older so first at everything by age and time. Anything I have, she can get a bigger one, anything I do, she can do it better. It's just everything, all the time. It's exhausting."
"Are these things she's said, or that you are projecting?" I asked.
She began to cry just a little, and I reached out and hugged her. She let me embrace her, and she cried into my shoulder for half a minute, but it could have been 30 and I wouldn't have cared.
"She even makes these workouts into a competition. She can go faster and farther, she finished back home 'first'. The cute guys that were checking her out as we rode by today -- she could get them, but I couldn't." She paused just long enough to wipe her nose on my sleeve. "She even commented on how you couldn't stop ogling her in the hot tub."
So that was it -- now we were getting somewhere. We had stopped walking, out of range from the house and the back deck.
"Maybe she feels threatened by you because you're prettier." I didn't want to compare them, but she needed a little pick me up.
"Get real."
"You fill out your swimsuit better than she does."
"Um, thanks?" she asked, not sure how much a compliment that was.
"Look, I think if you wore certain clothes to um, show off your assets" I said this choosing my words carefully but still putting it out there, "she wouldn't stand a chance and she knows it."
"Trying to find ways to build me up still?" Had she heard my conversation earlier with her mom?
"It's true. I'm a tits and ass man, so I know what I'm talking about."
"You're such a guy sometimes," she laughed, shaking her head.
"Really, she's over-compensating due to her own insecurities."
"Over-compensating?"
"Like the rich asshole that shows off his Porsche to get attention. But his money will only go so far, ultimately there is no substance. The nice guy in the pickup, he has had to work for it, put in effort. And instead of money he has experience and character. He won't get supermodels, but the type of woman he will attract will be better for him anyway."
"Don't nice guys finish last?"
"But they do finish. And the result is more meaningful and longer lasting than the quick and easy accomplished for the sake of competition."
"Are you saying I need to be nicer to my sister?" She asked incredulously.
"All I'm saying is, instead of spending so much energy trying to compete, you could let it go. Just be yourself, live in the moment. Don't let her force you to play that game. Remember, she's competing with you because she has to."
"Zen Jack?" Was she being facetious or sarcastic? Jenny went quiet for a minute.
When she spoke again, the question startled me at first.
"So, know any nice guys with a pickup truck?"
It seemed odd, but then I realized I had started that line of conversation.
"You mean other than me?" I was only part joking.
She looked up and laughed, realizing the irony in it.
"Oh, you do have a truck," she said. "Just my luck," she said slapping her own leg. "My pickup truck guy is sweet and hot, but just also happens to be my cousin."
"So, you think I am hot?" I asked, smiling.
"That's what you took away from that?" She asked joking in return.
"Well, it could be something you have all your own. Something she can't have." Did I just say that?
"Get serious, I'm your cousin!" She bumped my arm, as if to say, 'you silly goose'. "Plus, so is Josie, so it would still be a competition."
"What if it wasn't that way?"
"But you are my cousin, no way around that."
"I mean, what if there was no competition."
"I don't see how that can be removed from the equation; she just won't let up."
"You can."
"How? Every guy I've ever shown interest in, she always goes for and usually gets."
"Not me," I said, venturing out there still.
"Trust me, if I showed a little interest in you, she would be right there. Remember the hot tub earlier?"
"Hm, two beautiful girl cousins competing for my attention?" I said with curiosity. "That could be interesting."
"See, even you admit there would be competition." She was right. I stepped in it, and she knew it.
"Ready to go back?"
We entered off the kitchen, trying our best to quietly move through the house. It was late and it appeared everyone had already gone to sleep.
We walked down the hall towards the bedrooms in the back. We arrived at her guestroom, and Jenny turned and promptly gave me a hug. "Thanks for talking earlier," she also gave me a kiss on the cheek. "This is something I've had to live with and will likely always have to deal with."
"You know you're not always second," I said quietly.
"You're just being nice," she said.
"Can I show you something?"
"Okay," she said with curiosity, taking my outstretched hand.
We walked back to my room. Once inside, I closed the door. She looked at me, partly concerned.
"It's not what you think -- just for some privacy."
I retrieved a portfolio from my bookshelf. I set it down on the desk and opened it to the beginning.
"What's this?" She asked as she came closer.
"Drawings from a class I once took."
She began flipping through the pages. There were pictures of small objects, fruits and shapes and things beginners drew. But as she turned the pages, the drawings became more complex: cars and buildings and panoramic scenes. The detail became more refined, as the artist gained experience.
"You drew these?" she asked.
"I did, yes."
"Cool," she offered. Then after a moment, "But I don't get it."
"Here's the other portfolio," I reached for its companion binder. "The one with drawings of people."
I opened it and let her scan over the pages. There were drawings with different angles and sizes. Some focused on the long flowing hair covering the face, others focused on the woman's big, beautiful eyes.
Then a few more pages showing a woman's full body. At first there were generic female features then some had sharp pointed breasts and sexy curves. Then more pages of breasts, including a couple where she held her own breasts in her hand, offering it up like a peach and nearly licking it with her tongue.
Next, she flipped through drawings of a woman's derriere, some with arched back and others covered by her own hands. Quite a few drawings focused on the rear end. She skimmed the pages as they were mostly the same to some extent. I was a bit embarrassed, but she needed to see.
The final section had attempts to draw full body sketches. Some were reclined, including a nice one on our back deck lounge as the sun went down, drink in hand. Others were of a woman in the shower. My favorite was her in a bathrobe that was off the shoulders and held in place at the waist with her arms. Long flowing hair covered one side of her face, and the seductive look was sexy as hell.The last drawing showed her fully naked on a bed, covering her private parts with her hands, her breasts squeezed in by her arms. It was erotic and yet elegant -- the detail so precise and refined, it could have been done by a professional.
I was trying to capture a woman's innocence, her beauty and sexuality.
And it was clearly all about Jenny.
"This is the last one?" she flipped and found a few blank pages.
"I didn't think I could ever do anything better, so I stopped."
"So, what are you trying to tell me," she said after some time. "You really do like my tits and ass?"
"No," I said at first then, "well, yes. But that's not the point."
"How did you know what to draw?" She questioned.
"Just using my imagination, I guess." I didn't want to own up to peeking at my cousin while she showered, although at this point it would matter, nor why I held back. She didn't press the point.
"Some of them are quite beautiful, really." Jenny continued to look at the one I considered my best.
"As are you."
Her fingers traced the page, her admiration matched only by her emotional response.
"Why didn't you say anything before?" she asked quietly.
"As in, 'Hi cousin, did you know I draw pictures of you naked?'" I asked, mocking myself. "It would have come across more pervert than artist."
"Then why show them to me now?" It was a fair question.
"Did you see any pictures of Josie at all?"
"Well, um," it slowly started to sink in.
"I never drew her, not once." I said honestly, driving my point home.
She had to see for herself. Quickly she flipped back and forth through the different sections. But it only confirmed what I said. All of them were the same woman, and all of them were her.
"Are you saying that you've had the hots for one of your cousins all this time?"
"Not just one of my cousins. Specifically, you, Jenny. And there was never any competition. I didn't start drawing two then one faded. No race to the finish line. It was always just you."
She closed the portfolio and turned towards me.
"I've wanted you for so long, but didn't think I could ever act on it," I said as I reached for her arm.
Another tear came down her face as she looked at me. "Jack..." she shook her head, like she was sorry she had to say no.
"I'm sorry, clearly I upset you," I felt bad, I looked down.
"No," she said as she stood right in front of me, holding up my face with her soft finger. "I'm happier than I've ever been." She wiped the tears from her face and leaned in to kiss me.
I held her in my arms as we shared a soft, passionate kiss for a minute, which doesn't seem long until time stands still all around you.
I wondered if it would go any farther. But just then Jenny broke the kiss, tilting her head down and into my chest. After a minute she looked over at the door. She released from our embrace and walked over to it. Jenny reached for the handle, and paused, as if deciding between staying or going.
"I wish we weren't cousins," she said quietly. "But we are."
My heart sank a little as she left my room.
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I slept in late the next morning. When I got up, the house seemed quiet. But I heard a shower running in the guest bath. With anticipation I hoped Jenny was there, at least so I could talk to her. I knocked and heard my cousin say, "Come in."
"Jenny?" I asked as I popped in.
A woman's voice replied, but it wasn't Jenny, it was Josie.
"Jenny and mom drove into town to run errands and get groceries for the week," she replied. "They won't be back until late afternoon."
She didn't ask if I wanted anything, didn't ask me to leave. She simply went back to washing, acting like it was nothing at all.
Water flowed down from her hair and neck onto her chest. She washed her breasts, her arms crossed over and blocking views of her chest. But then she washed other parts of her body, not attempting to cover any specific part at all. Her tits were more pyramid than round, the nipples split near the top.
I wasn't sure how long I had been standing there, looking at her. She was beautiful, and there is something erotic about a woman in the shower, naked, wet and all soaped up. Was she touching herself seductively, caressing her breasts just slightly on each pass? Or was I imagining things.
"See something you like?" She asked, not hiding the fact that I had been staring. Were those words something all the women in my family used?
Josie's hands moved all over, washing yet perhaps more so calling out attention to her body.
"You are a beautiful woman, no doubt."
"Thanks, Jack," she said as she smiled. "Can you help wash the places I can't reach?" She held out the bar of soap for me to take, as if it were normal for me to be there, as if nothing was out of place.
I took a step forward, taking the soap. I looked at her and considered the situation.
On the one hand, I thought I had an outside shot with Jenny, but last night I played my cards and the moment passed. In the end she had said she wished we weren't cousins, but we are. She couldn't get beyond that and left. Nothing would ever come of my unrequited desire for her.
And in the other hand, I have my other cousin Josie -- in the shower and inviting me to join her. She was slender and her breasts were wet and soaped and there for the taking. She turned which had the desired effect of showing me her ass, as soapy water filtered down her back and between her cheeks.
Once she had my attention, she then braced herself against the far shower wall and reached back with her hand, spreading her cheek wide. This gave me a great shot of her ass and pussy from behind.
"I need someone to wash me back there," she seductively played helpless.
Fuck -- what did I do in my past life? I thought I must be in heaven, and maybe I was daydreaming a little too long about the possibilities.
"Jack?" She asked, looking over her shoulder, partially dismayed that I was still staring and not moving. Then she turned and faced me full on. I was at the shower wall, just a foot from my naked cousin.
"I've been thinking of you Jack," she said reaching down to draw attention to her neatly trimmed pussy. She smiled as she noticed I was gazing.
"We're both very athletic," she said. "Let's face it: you're hot, I'm hot. The pent-up desire is there. You know the sex will be amazing. Naughty and fun."
She reached for me, grabbing hold of my arm. I was about to be led into the shower by my wet, soaped up cousin practically begging me to fuck her right then and there.
But I held back just that last inch, resisting the step forward into the shower where there would be no turning back from.
"You can do anything you want to me," she offered in her sexy voice. "Anything," she pronounced it carefully as she looked into my eyes seductively to make sure I understood the meaning. I was being tortured slowly, desire taking over reason.
"And I don't mind that you're my cousin," she said last. It was the choice of words that jolted me.
At first, I was only thinking of myself. I could have her, sure. And sexual desires for at least one of my cousins would be finally fulfilled, in a flurry of hot, wet, passionate sex. Her naked body was alluring.
But this was just lust. Was I taking advantage of her, of the situation? Or perhaps it was the other way around. And she would win yet again, having me first before Jenny, or perhaps instead of. Another thing to hold over her sister. The words of Aunt Julie now came back to me like a ton of bricks.
"Come on Jack, haven't you wanted to have sex with me all this time?" Wow, she came out and fully said it. "Isn't a hot, naked and willing woman in the shower every man's wet dream?"
"Yes, and yes," I answered both questions, trying to fight off desire with all my strength.
"Then what is it?" she asked, still naked and wet and inviting.
"This would break Jenny's heart," I came out with it finally. "And I just can't do that to her."
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I didn't fully anticipate the fight that was about to happen. Nor how quickly things would turn.
Aunt Julie and Jenny came back before dinner, loading groceries and putting things away. Josie eventually went to talk to them in the kitchen. I was in my room when the screaming started.
"You bitch! You always have to win at everything!" I heard Jenny scream at Josie as I came out into the room. Aunt Julie was there, we looked at each other and then to the two sisters.
"It was for your own good," Josie yelled back at her.
"Seducing and fucking every guy I might be interested in, is somehow good for me?"
"Might I interject," I raised my hand, but was promptly shot down.
"Best to let them have it out Jack," Aunt Julie said and put her arm out to hold me back. "This is about more than just you. This goes back years."
"I was protecting you," Josie said, putting out her hand to reach for Jenny who backed off. "I've always been protecting you."
"Oh, my slut sister as my guardian angel?" Jenny was pissed, years of rivalry boiled over.
"Hey that's not nice," their mom replied, but it didn't slow the heated argument.
"Every guy I liked at school, bring home once, express any interest in... Eventually you would swoop in, bang them a couple times and off they go!"
"Ever notice that they don't stick around, that they don't show more interest in you once I am there?"
"Well, I don't stand a chance with the pretty queen always being available to every guy. And you were available to every guy."
Josie was undeterred and continued. "They didn't want you for you. They just wanted the conquest, to get some action and move on. I was protecting you from heartache."
"Protecting me?" Jenny was confused.
"After the first time a guy expressed interest in me, then left me immediately after sex... I mean the minute it was over he literally got dressed, left and never came back... and then bragged about it at school. I was crushed and humiliated."
"I remember that" Jenny said with empathy.
"As we got older, and the guys started coming around you more... I promised myself I wouldn't let them take advantage of you like that. So, I've been testing every guy, to see who really liked you, who was good enough for you."
"Don't I get to figure that out for myself?"
"Nope. Big sister protection is a right and a privilege," Josie said, and you couldn't have convinced her otherwise. "And every suitor I tested chose a quickie with me over your interests."
"Of course they would, you're prettier," Jenny argued back. But she wasn't angry or crying anymore.
"Not really," Josie admitted. "I am more fit, but you have the better body now. I was just more aggressive, offering to them what they really wanted. Quick and easy sex."
"I can't fucking believe this," Jenny exclaimed.
"And all of them failed," Josie resumed, "until Jack."
"What?" Julie and Jenny said at the same time.
"What?" I also chimed in, bewildered that I was now part of this conversation.
"Which was quite amazing, considering how much he has gawked at each one of us in our bathing suits, staring at our tits, peeking while we showered." She looked over. Did she wink as a nod of recognition?
"I thought for sure I could break him, like all the others." Josie paused. "I waited to have him alone in the house, and I gave it my all. I mean, I really gave him every opportunity to take me. I used all my best moves to try and seduce him in the shower." She looked over at me and mouthed 'sorry'.
I nodded in appreciation. It was a valiant effort, one that I would succumb to any other time.
"And ruined whatever we might have," Jenny said, upset again but controlled.
"It's not ruined," Josie replied. "We didn't do anything."
"You said you seduced him in the shower."
"I said I tried to seduce him," she corrected the wording. "Jack resisted the temptation."
"He did?" Jenny looked over at me, then back at her sister.
"I was quite disappointed actually that I didn't get to have sex with him," Josie said. "And it would have been the best sex of his life," she said looking over at me, biting her lip.
"But he said he couldn't do it -- said he couldn't break your heart." Then after a moment she continued. "So, he passed my test. His heart is true. You two can do whatever you want."
"Whatever we want?" Jenny asked. She looked at her sister, then her mom, and finally to me. She had longing in her eyes, needing in her voice.
"I don't understand Jenny," I finally spoke up, "you said you wished we weren't cousins. But we are. So, I thought that meant there was nothing for us." It was a statement and a question.
"You're right, I did say that" Jenny replied. "And in an ideal world, we wouldn't be cousins, and this wouldn't be so complicated."
"Complicated?" I looked at her questioningly.
"But you read more into that than what I said," she clarified. "I left your room last night without fully resolving it. I just needed time to think about everything. I was very confused."
"Confused?"
"Mom explained it all to me, that what you two did was about lust not love."
Again, that phrase. But then it hit me what she said.
"Wait, what?" I was shocked. Did everyone know everything?
"I thought you and Josie fucked, which only exacerbated our competition problems. But mom had to own up that it was actually you two."
"Well, to clarify," Aunt Julie added, "we exchanged oral, that's all."
"How did you know...?" my voice trailed off as I asked in disbelief.
"Jenny just found out today, but I knew all along," Josie chimed in. I looked over to her and she shrugged her shoulders. "What? You were gone a long time. I thought mom was screaming bloody murder until I realized she was just having a great orgasm."
"Jack is quite skilled," Julie added.
"Mom!" Jenny cut her off.
"Sorry dear," she relented.
Holy shit -- what was happening? I wasn't sure if it was more shocking that this was all coming out, or that they all weren't freaking out.
Surprisingly, the two sisters hugged it out. Then their mom came over and all three were in a big embrace. They cried briefly then laughed, and all appeared well. Eventually Josie and Julie left, leaving Jenny and I alone.
"Jenny," I started, but she stopped me.
"It's OK, Jack," Jenny replied and came over to me, giving me a hug. "I get what happened. It was lust and not love."
"So, you're OK with it?" I asked incredulously.
"Well, not OK, but I'm not upset as I might have been either," she added. "I'm trying to learn to let things go and not compete. It's better that it wasn't with my sister. Although strangely, I think I finally have something that she doesn't have."
"What's that?"
"Love," she said the word finally, out loud.
"What do you mean?"
"You resisted sexual temptation by a nympho in the shower, someone you have lusted over for a long time, who was trying to give it up to you. And even though you thought there would never be anything between us... you still decline what could have been the best sex of your life, because you didn't want to break my heart? Do I have this right?"
"Well," I was thinking through all she said, "Yeah."
"That's love."
"Look, I don't know exactly how I feel," I said honestly. "I just knew I didn't want the two of you to have any permanent falling out, and that I would have been the reason for it. I care for you both greatly, and don't want my own selfish desires to interfere with that relationship."
"Again, love," Jenny said, beaming.
"For my cousins," I added.
"I can accept that," she said.
"Jenny," I wasn't sure what I was going to say next, but it didn't matter anyway.
"Enough talking for now, OK Jack?"
"Sure."
"I'm tired, and need a shower before dinner," she said turning to go.
She walked a few paces then turned back. "And no sneaking a peek this time, OK Jack?" Was she being flirtatious, or testing me?
"Understood," I replied, not actually sure where we left things.
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After her shower, Jenny walked to my room and stood in my doorway. She wore our all-white guest bathrobe, and a towel wrapped to dry her hair.
"Do you have a minute?" She asked.
"Sure," I said as she was already entering and closing the door behind her.
"I think we will need a little privacy," she said as she pressed the button lock.
I stood up and she turned to face me.
"Jack, I want you to tell me the truth," she started in earnest. "I will know if you are lying, and then we will lose whatever there is between us in this moment."
"I will always tell you the truth, you deserve it."
"Jack, you saw my mother naked when she had something she wanted from you," she started. "And you saw my sister naked when she tried to seduce and test you."
"Those are both true," I said with trepidation.
Jenny removed the towel and let her hair fall naturally. She swung her head to the side then snapped back, so her hair covered about a quarter of her face. She pulled the belt and let the robe fall open, exposing a stretch of skin down the middle of her body. Her breasts were tantalizingly half covered.
Jenny paused to ensure I was watching closely, and our eyes met so the acknowledgement was there.
Then she eased the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to her arms held in at her waist. She squeezed her arms in slightly, presenting her exposed chest in optimum presentation. Everything about her was lovely, her hair covering one side of her face. It was just like one of the drawings I had made of her.
And now here she stood, in my room. The woman I had dreamt about for years -- not just lusted over, but really longed for, really thought about, really cared for.
"How do I compare with them?"
Part of me didn't want to compare them at all, as it fed into competition. And part of it could have been I was swept up in the moment, and partial to bias. After all, half naked woman in the room is asking the question. But I couldn't deny it anymore either.
"All of you are beautiful in your own ways," I started. "But you are more beautiful than I ever imagined," I said as I looked her over many times. "The girl of my dreams."
"Why thank you Jack," she smiled and turned, playing shy.
"But it's more than just your body, which is fantastic," I added to make sure that was clear. "You are a beautiful person, too."
"What do you mean," Jenny asked.
"After all you have been through today...dealing with your sister, finding out about what your mom and I did," I said giving her credit. "And now you recreated my favorite drawing of you," I replied. "Why?"
"It was my favorite, too." Jenny smiled.
She stepped forward, looking at me with confidence as she released the robe letting it fall to the floor.
"And because you drew me, and nobody else."
My cousin Jenny stood in front of me, naked and offering herself to me, that was the only conclusion.
"Answer me truthfully. Do you want to fuck or make love to me? You will get which either you choose."
"The answer will always be both at the same time" it was the only way I could say it.
"And I know you are telling the truth, so you will get to do both," she said kissing me fiercely.
Jenny pushed me up against the wall. She held my arms back and pressed into me with her naked body. She pressed her face into my chest, smelling me and biting a nipple.
She was acting with confidence, taking charge and who was I to complain. She pulled off my shirt, and undid my shorts, dropping them to the ground.
"But love will have to wait," she stood right up next to me, her breasts just slightly pressing into my chest. The touch was titillating, the anticipation tense. "Because I need you to fuck me now."
I reached for her breasts, finally squeezing and massaging the tits I have been gawking over and dreaming of all these years. Her mounds were soft and round and beautiful. She moaned as I dove into her neck with my mouth. I grabbed a tit and sucked her nipple firmly.I've wanted this for so long," Jenny said, which shocked me a little. She reached for my cock and began to stroke me, gently at first then faster.
"I think you have us confused," I replied, as I reached for her ass with both hands pulling her in tightly. We kissed passionately, then I turned her and pushed her up against the wall. I held her arms back, doing the same thing to her as she did to me. I dove into her chest my with face, then I rubbed my face all over her chest, smelling her and biting her nipples, causing her to moan.
"You aren't the only one to have the hots for their cousin, wondering what they looked like naked," she added. "Wondering what sex would be like."
"Do girls really do that?" I asked, thinking of the possibilities.
"Fuck yes we do!"
She grabbed my head in her hands, pulling and guiding me up to kiss her. I snaked up her body with my torso, feeling her breasts with my bare chest, forcing them up and between us. My tongue dove into her mouth and her warm lips sucking me in. Our bodies pressed together, the warmth and friction caused the room to heat up.
"There are so many things I want to do to you, with you, I don't know where to begin."
"Why don't you start by putting this inside me." She grabbed me again, at first stroking me, then trying to angle my rod down towards her pussy.
I inserted my leg between hers, and she instinctively lifted one up and around my waist. Her fingers dug into my arms as my hands squeezed at her ass. But my cock was still too high, touching at her lower abdomen.
"Pick me up, Jack." As soon as she said it, she giggled. "My pickup guy -- pickup Jack!"
"I told you be yourself and you will get what's coming to you."
"When?" she asked.
"Now." I reached under both her legs with my arms, which she wrapped around my body. I lifted her up and leaned into her, pressing her into the wall.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed.
"Are you sure?" I asked, positioning my cock at the entrance to her warm pussy.
"Are you seriously asking me now?"
"There's no going back after this."
"I've never wanted anything more in my life."
"You're so fucking beautiful," I told her as I looked her straight in the eyes.
And with that I slid my cock into her pussy, and her body clenched around me.
"Holy shit, you're tight!"
"Oh god. Fill me up with your wonderful cock!" She wrapped her arms around me. I kissed her but it was hard to connect all the body parts simultaneously. I went for her neck, and she went for mine. She got me first, biting into me as I pushed up into her as far as I could go.
I thrust up into her with reckless abandon. I pounded my entire body into her so hard, it caused the wood in the wall to creak and a picture to fall off the desk.
She grappled with my arms, my back, my shoulders, my waist. Then she grabbed my ass and started pulling me into her, timing the thrusts so she could also push out and meet me, impale herself on me and drive me deeper into her.
We hit a beautiful stride, rocking in rhythm. I couldn't believe it. I was finally fucking my beautiful cousin, and she was fucking me back. Years of fantasy and longing realized as our bodies merged in passion. It was a perfect moment of two people giving each other what they wanted and needed.
I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and pushed fully up and into her pussy again and again. She tightened her legs, locking on to me like a vice.
"Fuck me, Jack!" She screamed. Was it too loud? At this point we didn't care.
I decided to make my finishing move. I pressed my torso into her and pinned her to the wall. One arm still under her, I shifted just a little more weight to it. Then with the other, I reached between us until my thumb found her pussy lips. I felt around until she squirmed, and I knew I hit the spot.
I thrust back into her and rubbed her clit at the same time. Then I just began to pound her pussy relentlessly. She was my captive and there was nothing she could do to get out of the way.
"Fill me up and fuck me!" She called out in ecstasy, it was loud, but I wasn't about to ask her to quiet down.
Jenny tried to push her head back, but she was up against the wall and there was nowhere to go. Her body was trapped, and I was pounding ferociously into her.
"Fuck me harder!" She dug her fingernails into my skin, as she held on for dear life.
I reached underneath again and rubbed my finger across her butthole, testing for reaction.
Jenny looked me square in the eyes. "Do it."
I slipped a finger in her ass, her butt clenching and squeezing tightly around my finger.
"Fuck!" she wrapped around me with her legs and arms.
With renewed vigor I made a push to the finish line. I thrust up into her with every ounce of energy I could muster. The walls creaked again, and I thought I would collapse at any moment.
Then it hit. She started to convulse as an orgasm racked her body. She tensed and her body spasmed as waves of bliss rocked her. Pussy juices ran down my leg.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" Jenny exclaimed, loud and first but getting quieter with each breath as she panted heavily. She rested her head on my shoulder, and her legs released their tight grip.
I finally relaxed, and we just remained there for a moment in time -- me still inside her.
She looked up at me, spent but happy. I was exhausted.
"I didn't know you could do that for that long."
"I almost had to stop. But I wanted to give you something you would never forget."
"Oh, I'll never forget this," she replied.
"Me neither."
"Did you come?" she asked.
"Not yet," I replied. "But I'm very close."
"Can you hold this position if I move?"
"I think so," I asked, wondering what she had in mind.
"Push into me as far as you can," she said as she moved her hips and adjusted her position along the wall and against my body. "Then hold it" she emphasized.
I did as she instructed, feeling the sides of her pussy and my cock sliding against each other.
Jenny then tightened her pussy muscles as they wrapped around my cock.
Instinctively I moved. "Hold still," she stopped me.
She moved and I felt her pussy against me again. I was deep inside her, and all her body pressed against all of mine.
"Jack," she said.
"I'm holding still," I answered.
"No, look at me Jack," she whispered.
I looked up in to the beautiful, loving brown eyes of a gorgeous woman giving everything to me, as I gave everything to her.
"I love you, Jack." She said as a tear started forming. "I love you for giving me something that's just for me and no one else."
"Don't confused love and lust" I said with a smirk.
"I'm not," she said smiling at me -- calm and confident. "Both can exist at the same time."
And with that she began kissing me deeply and passionately. She tightened both her legs and arms around me, trying to mesh us together as tightly as possible.
Then she contracted her pussy muscles around my cock. The effect was mesmerizing. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze -- she was massaging my cock with her pussy, trying to milk the orgasm out of me.
It didn't take long. My hips jerked, my body tensed, and she knew. I exploded inside her, and we both knew what was happening at that moment.
I wanted to cry out with ecstasy like she had. But as soon as she realized I started coming she sucked my tongue deeper into her mouth with renewed vigor. She wouldn't let me go, and I was her captive now.
If I hadn't reached the finish line on my own, she was going to push or pull me across.
All my senses were engaged. With a thundering orgasm, I shot up into my cousin with spasms of joy.Our bodies were still intertwined, my beautiful cousin Jenny and me. Jenny, with her long brown hair. Her big, loving eyes. Her voluptuous body, her soft, full ass. She had her legs wrapped around my waist, my arms under her legs held her up as I pinned her with my torso.
I had her pinned up against my bedroom wall in the Lake House. That was what I called our mountain cabin we used for summer vacations. Nested in amongst the trees by the lake.
After climax, Jenny released the tightness of her grasp on me. I could see marks where her nails dug into my skin that burned red from friction. Her legs loosened; she no longer squeezed the air out of me.
We kissed softly, part from passion and part from exhaustion.
"Holy shit," I exclaimed softly into her. "That was Awesome. Fantastic. Amazing."
"So, you liked?" Jenny asked, playfully, seductively.
"Very much so."
"Good, so did I."
"I think I need to sit down," I started to move.
"Jack, wait."
"I don't think I can hold this much longer."
"I know," she said. "But don't pull out of me until I say so."
"Round two?" I asked with playful anticipation.
"I'm not done with you yet," she said with sex on her mind and in her voice.
Wanting the experience to last as long as possible, who was I to argue. I nodded and we moved in unison. She pushed out from the wall, and I turned while holding her still impaled on my cock.
I managed a step towards the bed and turned again facing away from it. I leaned back, and she released her legs at the right time and straddled me as I collapsed backwards.
Jenny leaned forward, her breasts pointing out from her torso, looking beautiful and inviting in the space between us. I reached up and grabbed them, she pressed into my chest. She sucked on my tongue as we kissed.
"Jack, I want to make our first time together one for the ages."
"I do appreciate the enthusiasm." I grabbed at her ass with both hands as we writhed on my bed.
"After tonight, I want you to say that I'm the best you've ever had."
"I'd say it's been wonderful so far."
"I don't just want wonderful. I want the best," she added emphasis on this last word, "ever."
"Is this still a competition?"
"It's always been a competition, Jack. Everyone's always being compared. Guys compare the women they've had, just as women compare the men in their past. We also want to know how we stack up against your past girlfriends. Even your future lovers."
"Future?"
"It could be tomorrow, or more likely many years from now," Jenny nibbled on my neck and earlobe.
"Years?" I interrupted in a playful, questioning tone.
"Years from now," she was undeterred. "You will one day be in the arms of another. I know, it's sad to think this can't last forever, but it's true." Was she being playful or serious? It was hard to tell.
"I don't want this to end," I said truthfully.
"I don't either, but when summer ends..." Jenny kissed me hard and fierce
"Whatever happens," she continued. "I want whatever you do now, with me, tonight -- I want it to be the benchmark that is used to compare against - for all time. You will say 'sure that was nice' but it's not the most fantastic sex I ever had -- not like that one time with Jenny at the Lake House," she said as she pressed her chest into mine, kissing me softly between sentences.
"That time we made love with such passion, we fucked with such intensity, we kissed and touched and pleased each other until there was nothing else possible to give." She bit and sucked on my lower lip.