"What about my turn?" Emmie asked in surprise.
"Andrew, can you cover your cousin? You saw the techniques, yes?" Aunt Ruth answered.
I replied. "Sure, Aunt Ruth."
Aunt Ruth promptly skipped out the room with a towel in hand, her butt cheeks jiggling.
"I guess she's pissed." I noted out loud.
"She'll get over it. She has a habit of making a mess when she finishes but somehow it's my fault." Emmie said. "I honestly don't know why she's even upset. Nothing to be pissy about. I'll go talk to her when we're done."
I started massaging my cousin, backside first. The usual routine. I felt my fingers rub against her vagina multiple times while massaging the inner groin from behind, but I suppose it didn't matter now.
She flipped over and I started on the shoulders, until I came to a new obstacle.
"Is there, um, is there a particular way to massage the breasts?" I asked. "Your mom usually keeps her bra on."
"Not really. Just do like I would do your chest. Mine are pretty small anyway, as I'm sure you've noticed." Emmie answered.
I rubbed a bit more oil into my palms, and like Indiana Jones prepping to swap the sandbag, I gently placed my hands and fingertips on my cousin's tits. I moved my fingers gently in and out along the rims, twiddled the tiny nipples, and pressed harshly into the undersides and sides with my knuckles, similar to the technique used on the butt cheeks.
"See, you got it." Emmie congratulated me. "Mom is such a prude."
"Any other techniques?" I asked.
"Here."
Emmie grabbed my hands and squeezed her tiny tits together the best she could with them.
"As slow as you can, let them slide back to their natural position, and scrape ever so gently with your nails."
I did what she said.
"Now..." she continued. "With not too much pressure, pinch my nipples."
I did so, and she let out a slow breathe through her nose. I continued to do it over and over, and her sounds of pleasure continued.
Eventually I continued the rest of her front. She happily spread her legs for me so I could massage her groins.
I concentrated very hard with my younger cousin's bare pussy just inches away. "Which finishing technique do you prefer?"
"Which do you think you'd be best at?" she replied.
"No, cousin, you tell me which one you like and I'll do my best."
"Okay, well, the first one I showed you usually works for me. If we need to switch it up, I'll let you know."
"The first one was the one with the mouth on the ---?"
"Yeah, right between the -- yeah"
We both knew what each other meant.
I hesitated for a moment, as we both repositioned ourselves, Emmie scooting to the edge of the bed and me getting on my knees on the carpet. Before my long pause became to obviously a nervous one, I pressed my lips on my cousin's taint and made out with it. As per the technique, I took two fingers and pressed deeply into her vag. She immediately started moaning.
As my lips moved in and out on my cousin's gooch, my top lip repeatedly grazing the bottom of her coin slot, my tongue touching on and off the very bottom of her asscrack, I thought out of all the times as kids that I had seen her in various forms of undress -- at family BBQs when I had seen her in slender bikinis, the one time we all went on vacation and she was pantsless in the hotel room, and I even remembered the time that she saw my butt once as a little kid when my brother pulled my trunks down at a party as a joke. Now here I was with my lips pressed between her ass and her cunt, fingers deep in warm vaginal lips, and she was slowly reaching orgasm -- all for the sake of what she called "full service".
"Fingers deeper..." she commanded.
So I listened. And she moaned.
Gradually her moans and breathe grew louder just as Aunt Ruth's had -- and she began gripping the sides of the bed, her lip curling and her nose scrunching into her face.
"Don't stop." She said. "Bite harder."
I put some teeth force into my oral massaging. Slowly Emmie's legs began closing in on my ears. Her thigh skin pressed against me.
"Good?" I asked.
"Cousin, keep going. I'm gonna finish." she said through her breathe. "Fingers faster!!"
I fingered her ferociously, at the same time digging my mouth into the area between her rectum and her snatch, pressing the surface of my tongue in the center, and biting the area on the whole with teeth just so.
A minute more of doing this led to my cousin wrapping her legs around my shoulders, resting them on my back.
Suddenly, her thighs had me in a headlock.
"Andrew..." she said through a wimper.
She let out a searing, long high-pitched moan and her hips began gyrating uncontrollably, my head still stuck in her crotch. It was a sudden roller coaster of pussy. As she shook, her pussy lips rubbed all over my face in a random pattern and subsequently, she came, and her juices and creams filled the space between my facial orifices and her gaping hole.
Eventually she pushed me away and I fell back onto the carpet with my cousin's liquids all over my face and neck.
"Cousin, that's one of the best full service massages I've ever received. Are you sure you've never done that before?" Emmie said, laying back on the bed.
"Yeah." I laughed. "First time I've done that."
"You're incredible! I'm just gonna lay here for a bit...catch my breath...."
"Alright."
I stood up.
"Are you joining your mom out by the pool? I think she wants to talk to you."
"Ugh. I know. I'll go see her in a bit."
I cleaned myself up and threw my boxers on. I watched through the window a bit later as Emmie and Aunt Ruth conversed poolside -- for reasons unknown, Emmie stayed topless, flaunting her tits by the pool while her and her mother argued, and still for a little bit when she came inside.
Emmie and headed to my bedroom for a movie and dinner while Aunt Ruth did her evening work. She chose Me Before You. It wasn't very good, but it's okay. I was happy to spend time with her.
Things wrapped up for the night -- we all ate and put out PJs on. I helped Aunt Ruth tidy up the garage a bit before bedtime, and around 11, we all settled in.
Going to bed, I thought that things couldn't possibly get better than they did today. I did things with both my aunt and my cousin I have only seen in fantasies, and the workouts were getting more and more intimate. It couldn't possibly get any better.
And then I remembered.
Tomorrow is Friday.
Yoga day.
I woke up a little later than usual on Friday -- about 7:30. I immediately rushed downstairs, assuming I was late to this morning's session.
Actually, I walked into the kitchen to find Emmie sitting by herself on her phone at the table with a tiny cup of what smelled like hot tea. She was wearing super short black shorts and a yellow crop top with spaghetti straps. I wore a Persona 5 shirt with cut-off sleeves over my boxer briefs.
"Good morning!" Emmie instantly greeted me as I came in.
"Morning. Where's Aunt Ruth?" I replied.
"She said something like...she had to run the bank for her boss? I don't know. She was on the phone at like 7 and then she ran out the door."
"Are the banks even open this early?"
"That's what I thought."
Nevertheless, we waited for Aunt Ruth to return. Emmie made me a cup of tea and we sat together at the table. She asked me what Persona 5 was and why I was so into it. I tried to explain and she said she didn't get it, but she wanted me to show it to her later. I was excited to do that.
At exactly 8 on the dot, we heard the front door slam shut, followed by jingling keys -- Aunt Ruth was back. She walked right into the kitchen, and she was wearing pajama pants and a loose fitting white tee. She still had bead head.
"Mom, what happened?" Emmie asked loudly.
"What happened in my boss is an idiot who doesn't know how to cash checks correctly. Had to make a deposit. Don't worry about it. Not a great start to my moring." Aunt Ruth said hanging her keys up on the rack with aggression.
"Everything all good?"
"Yeah. Yeah. Just...annoying."
I butted in. "Are we still working out this morning? Today's Friday. Yoga day, right?"
Aunt Ruth looked at her phone. "Is it Friday? Well, shit. You're right. I guess it is."
"Mom put you through her yoga routines?" Emmie asked me. "Those are historically rough."
"They were rough, but I enjoyed them." I said.
"Pardon me, Andrew." Aunt Ruth interrupted. "But if I remember correctly, last time you made us switch to regular workouts because the yoga was too much."
They both laughed.
"Alright, listen..." I tried to defend myself.
"She's calling you out, bro." Emmie mocked.
"Can't do that today." Aunt Ruth continued. "And now with Emmie here we can explore some group poses."
"Oh, Christ."
Verbally, I expressed a feigned fear, but mentally, "group poses" is the best thing I have ever heard.
The 3 of us hung out in the kitchen for a few minutes with our tea before it was time for the workout. There was no point in going upstairs to change anymore.
"Emmie, can you run downstairs and get the mats?" Aunt Ruth asked her daughter.
Emmie quickly ran downstairs as Aunt Ruth and I slid our bottom off at the same time. I slid down my boxers exposing my flaccid dick, and she, only her panties. She had on a yellow thong with a tiny lace front.
We took our shirts off at the same time too, and she revealed the matching yellow bra that went with the thong.
"I hope you don't mind if I..." Aunt Ruth said as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. "...go full-on for today. When it comes to yoga I like to make sure everything can stretch, ya know?"
She threw her bra off to the side with the rest of her stuff, then gently slid her panties off.
Finally, my aunt was completely nude in front of me and I could see everything. The bright morning sunlight shone right onto her bare chest, directly me to her perfect dark nipples and illuminating the small tattoos she had in the areas I hadn't. I wish I had camera, but for now I had to store the image of my full-front aunt into my internal memory.
"Your house, your rules, Aunt Ruth. Doesn't bother me." I said.
I stepped back and looked her naked body up and down from afar. She was simply perfect. Her breasts were large but not comically, her bush was perfectly shaven to show off enough of the lips to admire, and her ass was just plump enough to grab with two hands like you're shopping for cantaloupes. Factor in her many tattoos, not-fat-but-not-too-skinny athlete's body, and her shorter, dark hair, and Aunt Ruth was the woman of my fantasies. I didn't care that was almost middle-aged, or that we were related, I wanted to fuck her so fucking hard that her pussy lips would fall off.
Emmie came back up with 2 yoga mats. "There's only 2." She said.
"That's fine, honey. We'll deal." Aunt Ruth said plugging her phone into the speakers and starting up her playlist.
Emmie rolled the mats out on the ground and stood beside them. She undressed quicker than anyone else, starting with her mini-shirt, under which she wore no bra (I mean, what for?), and she pulled down her shorts and undies together, which got kicked haphazardly to the corner of the room.
After Emmie selected our music for the day -- a playlist mix of Doja Cat, Brockhampton, and One Direction -- we started with a collection of standard poses, downward facing dog, side stretches and such and so.
"Emmie, do you remember the dual poses?" Aunt Ruth asked.
"Not every single one, but most of them, yeah. Didn't you have them written down somewhere?" She replied while stretching her leg into the air, presenting her labia for me to see.
Aunt Ruth remembered, ran momentarily upstairs and pulled up a printed out list of two-person yoga pose names and descriptions, accompanied by black and white drawings.
By this time, I had developed a full fledger. I saw Emmie's eye line move down to it every once and a while.
"Okay, first we'll do theeeee.....Assisted Fish." Aunt Ruth proclaimed looking at the paper.
"Assisted Fish?" I asked.
"Assisted Fish." She continued. "Here, I'll show you."
[Author's note: Many of the yoga poses named can be seen here - http://www.fulllotusyoga.com/partneryoga.html]
Aunt Ruth layed down on my yoga mat on her legs, knees bent upwards. I, in turn, laid my back against her pointed knees and my upper torso hurdled backwards upside down, my head resting in her crotch. We locked hands and she pulled me down towards her. A killer on the back.
"Oof, that's a stretch." I grunted.
We switched positions. When Aunt Ruth titled backwards towards me over my pressed-together thighs, my dick pointed straight up and when she reached my crotch, her nose and forehead rubbed against my sweaty scrotum, skin to skin.
"Can be an awkward pose to do with a male for...obvious reasons, but, yeah, great on the back." Aunt Ruth said in a very matter of fact way.
I replied as we broke the pose. "Aunt Ruth, if my, uh, man parts are gonna make yoga awkward, I can put my underwear back on."
"No, no, no!" She said. "Wouldn't be fair. We're all comfortable. It's better for you anyway. I promise."
"That sounds like nice way of saying I'm gonna be begging for a massage later."
"We all will, trust me."
Aunt Ruth swapped with Emmie and we replicated the pose, her forehead also buried in my junk from upside down.
The next 3 poses we all rotated were the Standing Backbend, Supine Leg Raises, and the comical "Child's Pose & Fish".
Now was the Standing Forward Bend. I watched as Emmie and Aunt Ruth showed it to me. Essentially, they pressed their asses together and bend over and far as they can, grabbing each other's elbows and pushing/pulling really hard into each other. I got to replicate to the pose with Emmie, and as our assess touched, my nuts got tugged cozily into the little space between our butts. My scrotum skin rubbed Emmie's pussy.
The next pose was the Separated Square. Basically, one person sits and makes a L shape with their body and the other person does a handstand, the sitting person grabbing their legs, also spread, and they push their forces into each other arm/leg. First, I was the L, and Aunt Ruth did a handstand. When I looked up, I could see all the moisture inside her cunt. The lips were spread wide open and looked me straight in the face.
Then, Emmie did the handstand, and then we switched. I had never attempted a handstand before in my whole life, and Emmie knew this, and supported my weight strongly. With my legs spread as far as they could go, my erect dick and balls hung upside pointing directly at her tiny chest.
Then, suddenly, despite all my resistance, a single drop of pre-cum dripped slowly from my hole, and landed directly on Emmie's shin. There was silence when it happened -- we both hand to think about it for a moment, and make sure it's what actually happened. Neither of us chose to acknowledge it. Aunt Ruth was doing something call the "Happy Baby" in the corner away from us.
After another series of group stretches and a weird dual pretzel contortions, the last pose we did was called the Lifted Locust. One person lays on their back on the mat, and the other supports their weight with their hands by the other's knees, lining up the waists, and curls their knees as upwards/backward as possibly, supported by the hands of the other.
Emmie and Aunt Ruth demonstrated the complicated pose to me first, with Emmie the lotus and Aunt Ruth as the lifter. They struggled with it, Emmie's knees and arms shaking.
"I don't know about that one, Aunt Ruth. What if I fall?" I expressed.
"You won't cause I got you." She answered back simply. "Ready?"
Emmie got off, signaling that it was my turn.
I started on all fours over my aunt's torso, my cock dangling just millimeters away from her breasts and stomach.
"Just push your legs in the air and I'll catch them." Aunt Ruth commanded after noticing my long hesitance.
I kicked the air like kangaroo and curled my shins behind my knee. A loud SLAP sound erupted as my aunt caught my bent knees and I shook on the landing.
"There you go!" she said.
My throbbing shaft pointed directly at her pussy lips like a bazooka ready to neutralize.
"This one hurts, Aunt Ruth. I don't know if I can hold it." I said with worry.
"You can hold it!"
An encouraging response from A.R.
After about 15 seconds of trying to hold it, I collapsed.
I fell straight onto my aunt, my knees smacking her in the tits, and my cock slamming straight into her crotch. In the few moments immediately following the fall, we both layed silently and painfully, and I felt the tip of my cock laying right across what I felt was the ridge of her cunt lips, and her pubes enveloped the circumference of my hammer.
We both grunted loudly and I rolled off of her. I held my nuts, which I had crushed under my own weight.
"Oh my god, Andrew, are you hurt?!" Aunt Ruth yelled.
"I crushed my nuts!" I shouted back.
"Do you need ice?!"
"Please!"
Emmie helped me up and sat me down on the living room couch where I sat, legs spread and junk on full display. Moments later Aunt Ruth came back in with a Ziploc back full of ice cubes wrapped in a dishrag.
I pressed the ice against my balls and they just looked at me.
"You gonna be good? Do you need anything else?" Emmie asked."It's not the end of the world." I laughed. "I just need to rest for a minute. You guys can keep going."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's fine. I'll watch."
Emmie and Aunt Ruth went through a couple more dual yoga poses involving some crazy lifts and twists and bends. If I tried to do them, I'd probably had winded up fucking one of them by accident.
Eventually, our session wrapped. I slowly got up from the couch, still holding the ice to my swelling nuts. "Can I shower first?" I asked.
"Of course, cousin." Emmie said. "Will you still be able to do massages later?"
"I hope so. We'll see." I answered stumbing into the bathroom.
Fast forward roughly 20 minutes.
I emerged from the bathroom to see Aunt Ruth waiting her turn in the living room, towel wrapped around her waist, but tits still on display. She had gotten used to showing them now.
"Feeling better?" she asked.
"Yes. A little bit. Are we doing massages this morning?" I said.
"Me and Emmie are gonna run to the store and then we can jump right in when we get home.
I remained nude as I walked upstairs into my room, and on my way I passed Emmie's room. She was standing in the middle of her room, seemingly doing nothing except using her phone. She had put on a very baggy shirt and pink panties.
"Hey! Are they feeling better?" she asked suddenly from across the hall.
"A little. After massages they'll be better but they're getting there?" I said, unsure. Then, I walked up to her doorway and moved the ice pack out of the way, pushed my shaft up and presented them to her. "Do you think they look swollen?"
"Let's see." She said.
With no hesitation she walked right up to me holding her phone in one hand.
"Does this hurt?"
She gently tapped my scrotum with her dry hand. I flinched.
"Ah! A little." I answered through clenched teeth.
Emmie laughed. "As awkward as it might be I would recommend not putting any pants on the rest of the morning. Or at least not any underwear under them. You don't want to suffocate them."
"You know, cuz, that's not a bad idea. Thanks."
I put on a shirt and socks and the baggiest pair of gym short I could find, and I remained in this state until Emmie and Aunt Ruth came back from the store about an hour later. My muscles were in atrophy from the yoga, and my testies were still howling at me.
I met them downstairs and help them put the groceries away. I noticed too that they picked up more massage oil for good measure.
"Alright, my muscles need massaging like it's no one's business." Aunt Ruth declared. "Should we get started?"
We all agreed, and we convened in Aunt Ruth's room moments later.
Immediately, she reached in the closet and put the massage mat on the bed.
"Andrew, honey, I feel so bad. You fell on me so I feel like it's my fault. Do you wanna go first?" Aunt Ruth asked me, looking straight into my eyes.
"I thought you said you were sore." I replied.
"I am, but you fell cause of me. You can go first and I'll help you finish."
Ding ding ding!!!!!
"Okay, thanks!"
It didn't take more than a couple seconds for me to take all my clothes off.
I laid on the bed on my belly and said "In that case, we'll do the backside first."
Aunt Ruth got right into the usual routine -- back, shoulders, neck, legs, ass, etc. When she massaged my ass, she didn't care at all when her fingers brushed the back of my sack. Neither did I.
"Ready to turn over?" she asked as she did a final swipe from the top of my butt cheeks to the middle of my thighs.
"Yes." I replied. "Give me a minute."
The pain in my balls made it a little difficult for me to stretch my legs out and turn over. I had to lean on my elbow, and I kind of flopped backwards on the bed, but eventually, I was was front side up, and my erection was front and center for my aunt.
She leaned over me, crouched. She poured more oil into her hands and massaged my chest, my shoulders, arms and stomach.
She massaged slower when she got to my legs, stroking slowly down my thighs, my ankles, and circling my feet.
Then, without being prompted, Aunt Ruth put her hands on my junk. No particular grip -- they simply rested against the sack and the shaft. But then, as she spoke, my aunt slowly began stroking my hard cock.
"I can't remember. Which finishing technique did Emmie use on you last time?"
"The third one! The one with the ball massage." Emmie butted in from the sidelines, casual playing with the hem of her shirt.
"Well that's fitting." Aunt Ruth said.
We both laughed.
"How bout I do it very slow? Do you think putting oil on them will help?"
"Yeah, probably." I answered. "At the least it will make them warm, which always feels nice."
Aunt Ruth gently poured a few drips of oil directly onto my scrotum and rubbed it in with her thumbs. Immediately my nuts felt like they were drenched in the most scrumptious warm God water. Like a wool sock fresh out of the drier placed right on my testies.
Then, at long last, my Aunt Ruth looked me directly in the eyes from down below as she placed her tongue on the base on my cock. With her tongue in place, she opened her mouth wide, and moved her whole head forward, enveloping my entire shaft in her soaking wet face hole.
My aunt and I locked eyes as she put my dick in her mouth, wrapped her tongue around the shaft, and moved her head up and down. No one spoke -- it was only the sound of felatio in the air. Her lips popped and smacked as she moved off and on my dick repeatedly, and her hands never stopped rubbing my swollen nuts.
I right clicked and saved the mental image in my head, and let my neck relax onto the bed, letting out a pleasureful sigh.
"You're pretty good at that technique, Mom." Emmie commented from the sidelines.
"Well, good, I'm glad." Aunt Ruth had to pop my dick out of her mouth to reply. "Do you like it, nephew?"
My fists clenched the sheets. "That's tremendous, Aunt Ruth. But maybe try the first technique for the finish."
She wordlessly obeyed, and moved her lips to my asshole/gooch region, licking my balls, and kissing that area in a continuous repetition, all while jerking my cock in her right hand.
"You're gonna let me know when you're gonna finish, right?" Aunt Ruth asked.
"Very soon. Very soon." I said through a moan, as she suddenly dug her open mouth way deep against the rim of my anus opening.
I noticed Emmie in the corner, who was watching curiously with her bent finger in her mouth, and her legs crossed as she stood.
Aunt Ruth mixed up the techniques. For the next couple minutes, she went back and forth between rimming me and licking my dick and up and down, smiling me and a playfully slapping my wiener against her cheeks.
She heard me take a deep breath inward.
"Cumming?" she asked.
"Couple more seconds." I told her and spread my legs even wider. Her mouth rested half on my asshole and and half on my sweaty, oily nutsack and while her hand jerked me off faster than I've ever done to myself.
I let out a moan. She was moving her tongue back and forth along the underside of my sack.
In an instant, the first squirts of cock juice spurted out from my hole into the air.
Aunt Ruth then panicked. "Wait, shit! Emmie, quick! Give me something to cover him with!"
Instantly, Emmie gave her mother the first absorbent material she could reach -- her shirt.
Aunt Ruth put her daughter's sweaty shirt over my cumming dick as quickly as she could, but it was too late -- much of my semen had already gotten on her hands, on the bed, and it seemed that one of the higher-reaching strands had gotten in her hair and it was dripping down in front of her eyes.
I didn't hesitate to mask my moans of pleasure. My legs squirmed and my body writhed as I let out a loud, brutish grunt of absolutely earnest pleasure.
There was a silent moment of observation and reflection after I'd finished. We all soaked in the moment and looked at the various places my seed had landed.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Ruth. I should have told you sooner." I said.
Aunt Ruth used the un-cummed-on side of Emmie's shirt to clean my spunk from her hair.
"Don't worry about it. I made a mess last time. It's okay." she replied.
She promptly gave Emmie back her sticky shirt - who momentarily walked back to her bedroom to put it in the hamper, and then came back still topless -- and walked into the bathroom to clean me from her knuckles.
"Can I be next?" said re-entering the room.
"Sure, honey. I'll take care o' ya." Aunt Ruth replied.
I got up from the bed and Emmie prompty slid her bottoms off, under which she wore no underwear. When she took my place I could hear the little splat of her body against my sweat on the bed.
I handed Aunt Ruth the oil, she rubbed it into her hands and got to work.She started rubbing her daughters shoulders, arms, and abdomen, tactfully avoiding the small breasts her hands kept skirting around.
"Not gonna massage my chest, mom?" Emmie commented.
Aunt Ruth didn't say anything as she rubbed her daughter's tiny tits, moving the little jello cups around like a blackheads.
Silently observing from the side, I was reminded of a technique that Emmie liked.
"Emmie, what about the pinch technique?" I blurted.
Emmie remembered too. "Oh yeah, mom, here."
She grabbed her mom's hands and placed them and the center of her tits.
"Gently pinch my nipples."
She let out a deep sigh and curled her toes and her mother pinched her nipples. It must be her sweet spot.
Aunt Ruth moved down to Emmie's lower half, covering her legs, feet and inner groins in a very matter-of-fact, focused manner.
"Turn over." Aunt Ruth commanded her daughter, who obeyed instantly, spreading her legs around her mother's mass on the edge of the bed.
Aunt Ruth decided to start with Emmie's ass, digging her fingers in deep, knuckling the undersides, and thoroughly sliding her tips along the inners of the crack. I saw Emmie jut her hips forward against the bed when she did this.
She promptly moved on to the backs of the legs, feet, and then finished with the back, shoulders, and even a bit up the back of the neck.
"Alright, honey, which finishing technique do you want? What did you do last time?"
I butted in. "If I remember correctly, we..."
But Emmie interrupted me. "Let's use the buzzer!"
Aunt Ruth said "Okay!" and got the "buzzer" from her dresser drawer, and at the same time Emmie switched positions, kneeling on all fours and presenting her completely hairless cunt and open asshole to her mother.
Aunt Ruth kneeled down at the foot of the bed with her daughter's privates just inches away from her face. "It's been a while since I've done this, honey, so forgive me if I'm doing it wrong."
"I'm sure you'll do great, Mom." Emmie replied.
Aunt Ruth switched the buzzer on and slowly inserted it into her daughter's cunt lips, and she moaned instantly.
"Slow, Mom, slow..." Emmie instructed.
The buzzer moved slowly but with much pressure from her mother's hand inside the walls of Emmie's vag.
This went on for several minutes, but Emmie didn't seem to moving any closer to finishing. Aunt Ruth tried going a little faster, and including some occasional rubbing of the top of the opening, but still she did not seem to advancing.
"Are you gonna finish soon, honey?" Aunt Ruth asked.
"Trying mixing it up a little." I suggested aloud from the sideline.
"What do you mean?"
"Here."
I walked towards her.
"Can I?"
Aunt Ruth handed me the buzzer and I, still naked with my half-chub dangling, got on my knees next to her. I inserted the buzzer back into Emmie at the angle that one might hold a steak knife, and at the same time, pressed my open mouth against the bottom of her asshole.
"Move your tongue around." I said before giving another demonstration.
"Oh my god, that's great!" Emmie approved. "Yeah, Mom, do that!"
Aunt Ruth replied nervously as I handed her back the buzzer. "Alright..."
She did her best. I watched closely with a director's eye as she put the buzzer back in at a certain angle, and she pressed her mouth right up against the rim of her daughter's ass.
As this continued, Emmie's moans grew louder and quicker.
"Don't stop, Mom! Don't stop!!" she yelled.
Aunt Ruth ramped the aggression with which she ate Emmie's asshole.
After another couple minutes, Emmie's knuckles gripped the sheets, her legs began to buckle, and her toes curled. With her mother still continuing to use the technique, she had a loud, clearly excellent-feeling orgasm. She didn't ejaculate like last time, but it was clear it had happened.
Aunt Ruth waited until her daughter finished moaning completely and broke her position to turn the buzzer off and stop altogether.
"You did great, Mom!"
Aunt Ruth smiled and put the buzzer on top of her dresser next to her. "I'm glad, honey. I was worried I was rusty. I've never done a technique like that before."
"No, Mom, you did excellent. That felt great!" Emmie said as she got off the bed.
"I suppose I'm last then, huh?" Aunt Ruth said.
Emmie and I stared at her in the center of the room. She looked at us, and looked around, and made the first move to undress. She took off her pants first, casually sliding them down to her ankles, then quickly flung down her underwear while she was still hunched over. She arched up, then, and took of her shirt.
She got on the bed in only her bra, which Emmie looked at with bewilderment.
I chose not to comment, and oiled up my hands. As usual, I started with the shoulders, moved on to the arms, and all around the abdomen.
"Mom, why don't take your bra off so Andrew can massage your chest?" Emmie suggested from the nosebleeds.
Aunt Ruth looked at her, and then back up at me. "That's okay, Andrew?"
I replied, locking eyes with her. "Of course, Aunt Ruth. I don't mind it at all."
"Okay."
She sat up for a moment and unhooked her bra, throwing it the side of the bed nonchalantly.
I oiled up my hands some more and got to work as soon as she was back in position. Finally, I had the opportunity to rub my hands all over my Aunt Ruth's oily breasts. I squeezed and cupped her boobs, knuckled the undersides, and just to try it, I also pinched her nipples. She didn't moan, but her eyebrows raised for a moment and she wiggled her body.
"When did you get that tattoo?" I asked.
"Which one?" Aunt Ruth replied with her eyes closed.
"The little heart right above your nipple."
"Oh, a couple months ago. It was discount tattoo day at my regular shop and...I don't know...I was feeling a little wild that day. Is it weird looking?"
"No, no, I think it's neat."
Emmie butted in again. "I think it looks great, Mom! Maybe I'll get a matching one."
"Hmmm, yeah, we'll see." her mother replied.
I moved down her legs, smothering them with enough oil to make them glisten even in the dim lighting. She spread her legs for me to get in her inner groins as usual, and I finished with her feet.
I turned her over and continued with the routine.
I started with the ass. She let out a bit of a surprise yelled when I slapped my hands onto her jiggly cheeks and oil sputtered outwards, sprinkling the sheet. As usual, I savored every moment I got to dig my hands and fingers into her crack and feel around, and of course her round cakes are never bad either.
I finished up her backside quickly, but without rushing, as I wanted to get to the finale immediately. At this moment, I was just in the middle of finishing up rubbing her back shoulders. "Okay, Aunt Ruth, for the finisher, do you want the buzzer again?"
Aunt Ruth spoke as she turned over. "No, no. No buzzer. Too messy for me. Just wing it."
"Wing it?"
"Do whatever you think will help me to get there. Let's experiment, ya know?" she said, scooting to the edge of the bed.
"Alright. Works for me."
There was a bit of a lull as I knelt down on the carpet in between my aunt's spread legs. My dangling dick swung as a moved down, and Emmie -- still completely nude -- stared at it.
I dared not let a silent moment go by before I opened my aunt's pussy with the hands, and buried by tongue deep inside. Aunt Ruth moaned immediately.
"Andrew, that's so deep." She said.
In the next few moments, I took two closed fingers from my right hands and jammed them firmly at the most bottom point in my aunt's asshole and fingered her bottom while I ate her delicious cunt.
Her moaning became louder. "Jeeeez, Andrew. That's creative. How..."
Another pleasure-filled breath cut her sentence short.
I continued this technique for another few minutes, and from the corner of my eye I could see Emmie eyeing me with curiousity.
I mixed it up a little bit and started rubbing her clit with the other hand in between my licks and kisses. Some time had gone by now and Aunt Ruth still hadn't finished.
"Almost there, Mom?" Emmie asked.
"Sorry, honey, I take longer than you kids. Andrew, do you have any other new ideas?" Aunt Ruth replied.
I stopped for a moment to answer. "I have one, but I have to get on the bed with you and you have to stretch."
Aunt Ruth: "Well that shouldn't be a problem. You've seen how flexible I can be."
"Okay."
I got on the bed with my hand and grabbed her legs. I moved her into the position one puts a baby in when changing a diaper -- laying on the back, legs up on the air with legs spread. Then, I mounted her from the front. My balls on behind were in her face, and a felt my scrotum and penis tip touching against her chin and lips. She was likely starring directly at my asshole.
In this new surprise positions, I continued fingering my aunt's anus -- but from this angle I could do deeper - and a buried my face deep into her twat. I even felt my nose rub dip into her moisture.
"This better?" I asked.
"I've never experienced this before...but I think it works." She replied grabbing suddenly onto my body with both hands, as if to keep me in place.
I continued this for another few minutes, but still, she seemed to make no progress.
I had an idea.
"Hey, Emmie." I blurted out. "Maybe let's make this a group effort. Kneel down here."
I pointed, and Emmie came down to the side of the bed. "What do you need me to do?"
"Give her a little tongue action...right here."
I pointed to her anal opening.
Like the good cousin she is, she immediately followed my directions and eat out her mom's spread, glistening gaping asshole. At this time I began furiously, vigorously, passionately fingering my aunt in her pussy. From this angle, I was essentially going straight down. I put in as much force and muscle I had -- it was like another workout.
"Oh....oh my god...here..." Aunt Ruth started.
It was nearing.
"Let it go, Mom! Don't try to contain it!" Emmie muffled.
She kept moaning, and she grabbed my thighs hard. "Andrew, it's coming...that's....that's....that's...."
"That's what?!" I happily retorted.
"Andrew that's...AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Aunt Ruth let out a deep-gutted scream like I've never heard in real life before and once again, liquid came shooting of her hole in an almost projectile manner. Her nails dug into my leg skin, and because of the position of my head, much of her squirt juice went directly into my mouth.
Her squirt lasted a long time. Because of her angle, it shot high up in the air, raining down on Emmie in front of me, and even reaching behind her, landing on the carpeted floors.
When it was over, Aunt Ruth could say nothing. She only breathed in and out heavily for a couple seconds. I could feel her suddenly heavy breath against the back of my sack.
A moment of silence passed before me and Aunt Jen moved out of position and sat on the bed across each other.
"You guys, I'm so sorry!!!" Aunt Ruth panicked.
"Aunt Ruth, it's okay. I expected it." I answered.
"You expected it?" She looked at my glistening chin. "Oh my God, did it get in your mouth! That's so gross! I'm sorry!"
Me and Emmie both laughed. I said "Aunt Ruth, I promise it's okay! I made a little bit of a mess too, remember?"
Aunt Ruth looked over at Emmie, who was standing up and looking for a rag to clean up both herself and the newly moistened carpet. "Oh my goodness it got on you too?!" she said to her daughter.
"Mom, listen to Andrew. It's okay." Emmie said. "We help each other finish and this is how you finish. It's not gross at all."
"Yeah, honestly. Don't worry about it." I added.
Aunt Ruth looked around and shrugged, sighing loudly. I guess she thought to herself...oh well, I guess...or something along those lines.
"These post-workout massages are really great, Mom." Emmie commented, wiping her hair and shoulders free of her mom's inside juice. "I really hope we continue these as long as I'm here."
"I see no reason not to! Andrew, are your balls feeling better? I'm so sorry about what happened." Aunt Ruth said.
"Yes, much better, thanks for asking." I answered. "That finish really helped too. Thanks, Emmie, for showing me these."
"No problem, cuz." Emmie said back, quickly putting her squirt-absorbing raf in the bathroom.
We all got dressed in a nonchalant fashion and continued with our day. I quarantined myself in my bedroom the majority of the day binging the new Hulu series Normal People. Emmie decided to join me halfway through.
Aunt Ruth had a very busy workday, as I could hear from downstairs.
As I got ready for bed that night, I remembered the sexual -- or...apparently non-sexual activities of the day. Somehow, someway, I got to eat my aunt's pussy and she quirted in my mouth. She sucked my dick and my cum had touched her skin. Our private parts almost touched during our yoga session.
I still had a couple more days left before I had to go back to work. I couldn't wait to see what else was on the way.Following our craziest and most intimate sessions yet of workouts and massages, the three of us got Chinese delivered for a late lunch.
As we all sat around the table, Emmie unfortunately announced that, because of an arrangement she had to make with her roommate, she had to leave a day early -- tomorrow instead of Sunday. Aunt Ruth and I were obviously saddened by this news, and it put a bit of damper on our lunch.
When we got home, we looked for a movie. It needed to be something good. Emmie and Aunt Ruth decided on something called "The Kissing Booth" on Netflix. It was pure gutter shite, but the gals enjoyed it, so I didn't put up much of a fuss.
Later.
It was now approaching 11 PM. Everyone was getting ready for bed. Aunt Ruth was walking around the house in her silk nightie, through which her nipples poked through, and I just had on my loose pajama bottoms. I was quite tired.
I headed toward the bathroom the upstairs bathroom to take a piss before I hit the sack. On my way up, I ran into Aunt Ruth going into her bedroom.
"Is Emmie in her room?" she asked.
"Don't know. Haven't seen her in a couple minutes." I replied.
"Do you want to drive her back tomorrow or should I?"
"Hmmm. You can take her. If there's no workouts tomorrow morning I wanna sleep in."
"Alrighty, suit yourself. Good night."
"Good night."
Aunt Ruth entered the darkness of her bedroom and closed the door behind her. I continued on towards the bathroom.
To my surprise, inside the bathroom was Emmie -- standing at the mirror topless, wearing only underwear that matched the color of her skin.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "My bad. I didn't know you were in here. I'll wait."
"What's up?" she said with a mouthful of toothpaste.
"I have to pee but I'll go downstairs."
"It's alright. You can pee."
She moved out of the way of the doorway so I could get through.
"Are you sure?"
"It's alright, cousin. I've seen guys pee before."
I wordlessly entered and positioned myself next to Emmie, creaking the door closed behind me. The toilet was right next to the sink.
I flopped my penis and balls out of the waistband of my pajama bottoms. For a moment there was an awkward silence before I pushed hard enough and urine streamed from my hole.
I saw Emmie look over at it as soon as the sound of sloshing water started.
"It really sucks that you have to go home tomorrow." I blurted out mid-piss.
"Yeah. Honestly, Chelsea's a bitch. If it was up to me I'd kick her out and turn her room into an exercise studio."
"That'd be great. Double rent though."
"Eh, I'd figure it out."
She finished brushing her teeth. She rinsed with the little rinsing cup and spit the white fluid into the sink. Then, she started brushing her super long hair.
"How do you sleep with that hair?" I asked.
"Like this. I brush it completely straight..." she reached for the hairtie around her wrist. "And then tie it back as tight as I can."
She tightened it.
"I get knots every now and then but with hair this long it's almost impossible not to."
My long urination was slowing down. She looked at it again.
"I know you've only been here for a few days but I'll miss having you around. This last few days have been a lot of fun." I said, shaking exactly three times and then putting my dick back in my shorts.
"Well..." she started over a toilet flush. "...it doesn't have to be over yet. Come on in my room. Let's hang out."
"Hang out?"
"Yeah. We haven't really had time to just sit down and chill. Mom's always keeping us busy. Let's just chillax."
"Alright."
I followed my cousin into her bedroom, immediately to the left of the restroom. The walk was literally a second.
As soon as we entered the room, Emmie turned her television on, and in less than an instant, was slipping off her underwear.
"You sleep in the nude?" I observed.
"You don't?" she replied back, sitting on her bed.
"No, usually just boxers."
"You should try it. You'll sweat less. And I bet you'll feel better when you wake up."
"Have you always slept naked?"
"I started when I was in high school cause my friend's mom told me it feels great. Dad didn't like it 'cause he would always wake me up in the morning. But now that I'm out of here, for the most part, I can do it at all the time. And mom doesn't care much. Actually, I do mostly everything naked if I can."
"You're more comfortable that way?"
"Cuz, if I had my way, everyone in the world would be naked all the time. I don't think nudity is anything that anybody should ever be ashamed of."
I smiled, both on my face and in my shorts. "That's an interesting outlook."
"It makes me sounds like a crazy person to some people but honestly, pretty much everyone I'm close with on some level has seen me naked at least a couple times."
I laughed. "Oh, really?"
She settled back onto her bed, resting on propped up pillows. "Oh, sure. My roommate a million times, my roommate's boyfriend, some of his friends, most of my friends, my landlord, my neighbor, our cleaning lady, ummmm...pretty much all my cheer squad plus Coach Jackson, you, my mom, my dad, Greg. Pretty much everyone."
"Greg? Greg saw you?"
"Of course. My brother's seen me naked plenty of times."
"Really?"
"He was squeamish at first but see the same pair of tits 4 or 5 times and it gets familiar."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"No. Why would it?"
She patted the space next to her on her bed.
"Come sit. Relax."
I stood pensive for a moment, and without thinking about it too much, slid my pajama bottoms and boxers off at once, and sat back on the bed next to my cousin. My semi stuck outward subtly.
Quietly, she started chuckling. "You'll get a kick out of this. I remember last year, at Amy's birthday party, both her and Uncle Jerry saw me. They both freaked out." She laughed. "But I was totally unphased. They were so confused."
"Uncle Jerry?! How on earth did that happen?"
"I was using Amy's room to put on my swimsuit because the bathroom was already taken. They knocked on the door and I said 'come in.' I was totally naked and they both opened the door while I was bending over. They both freaked out but I turned around and said 'Come in, come in'. I wanted to show them it was no big deal. They slammed the door and didn't talk to me the rest of the party. I was like 'whatever'."
We both laughed as she changed the channel on the TV. An SNL re-run was on.
"You've mentioned, that, uh..." I started nervously. "You mentioned that your dad joined you and your mom once for your workouts. Was he...?"
"Naked?" She finished my sentence. "Only once, and not completely. But he doesn't much like working out anyway. If they were still married I'd say I'll get him to come around to it but he'll probably never be around much anymore."
"Man, I wish I could have that mindset."
"What mindset is that?"
"Just...to be totally care free about what people think of you. I wish I was that comfortable."
"What are you uncomfortable about?"
"Well, I mean, I've never really been naked around anyone except my girlfriends. I'm still kinda getting used to it."
"You're already passed the starting point, Andrew. I've seen you and my mom's seen you. I can't speak for her but I think it's wonderful. Just let it be and keep going."
"Hmmm. I guess you're right."
"Here."
Suddenly, she scooted herself to lay on top of me.
"Do you have your phone?"
"No." I said. "It's in my room."
"Alright, here."
She grabbed her phone from the dresser next to bed and opened her camera. She layed back on top of me and suddenly took a picture of us both nude together.
"I'll send that to you." She continued, smiling. "Whenever you're feeling nervous or self-conscious about being in your natural state, just look at that picture and remember Emmie says it's okay."
I heard my phone ding from across the hall as Emmie showed me the picture. There was now an everlasting document of this moment -- I was naked in Emmie's bed with her, her tits were out in the photo, and my dick rubbed against her thigh. No one could ever see it, but I will cherish that photo forever.
Emmie continued on: "Tomorrow, try just walking around the house. See what happens."
"What, you mean just be naked all day while your mom's here?" I replied.
"Yeah. I bet she won't say anything."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah! Try it! I used to do it all the time!"
I smiled. Maybe I will try it. And maybe Aunt Ruth will do it with me.
Emmie and I laid naked on the bed together and watched SNL for the entire episode's run. Afterwards an episode Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist came on. Neither of had ever seen it but we were both so relaxed and comfy laying into each other we watched it anyway.
"This is nice." I commented.
"Isn't it?" Emmie agreed. "Wouldn't the world be a better place if you could do this with any member of your friends or family? We all need more intimacy. People look at nakedness like it's some kind of sacred, strictly sexual chastity, but when you break it down we all have the same parts. They all look the same and function the same way. It literally shouldn't matter at all."
"I've never thought about it like that. You know, cuz, I think you're smarter than most people give you credit for."
Emmie blushed and smiled, nudging her elbow against my chest. "Thank you."
Another few moments went by. I wanted to bypass the subject, but I simply had to know some of the details.
"I'm just curious..." I started.
"Yes?" she said.
"You don't have to answer, but I'm curious now. When was the first time Greg saw you? How did he react?"
"If my memory is right, it was high school. I recall I was coming out of the shower one morning and the towel was around my waist. He was all 'Woah woah woah Emmie, what the hell?! Put some fuckin' clothes on!' I just didn't say anything and walked away. And then, uhhh, I think it was a couples weeks later, him and one of his girlfriends were in the kitchen and I walked down to get a drink wearing nothing but socks and a robe. Again, he freaks out, but I'm like...bro, I've been naked in my room for 5 hours. What, am I gonna get all the way dressed just to get some Kool-Aid?"
I laughed.
She continued: "But see, this is what I'm saying! You just have to condition people to it. Last time both him and I were here visiting together he was making breakfast while mom and I were doing our workouts. He didn't say anything to either of us."
I chuckled. "Well, how bout that?"
"He'll come around to it himself. In a perfect world we'd all be naked at family gatherings and no one would be judging anybody. That's my vision of the future."
"Emmie, president of Nakedland."
We both laughed and smiled at each other. By now, I had developed a full erection.
I had a retort: "Although, Emmie, if everyone was naked all the time, how do you go about sex?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if everyone everywhere is naked all the time, and two people attracted to each other wanna have sex, do they just do it out in public wherever they are?"
"I'm not sure I understand."
"Okay, let's say we're having a naked Thanksgiving. For whatever reason, you see someone else, maybe a boyfriend you've brought along or whoever, get a little horny and wanna go have sex. Do you go upstairs and close the door or do you start gettin' busy in the living room so grandpa can see?"
"Well obviously go upstairs and close the door. I wouldn't want people to watch me fuck. Have you been listening to anything I've been saying? Nudity isn't inherently sexual. It's all about context."
I chuckled to myself. "You have a very interesting mind, cousin."
"What, why? Are you saying you'd let people watch you have sex?"
"Me, personally? In a private setting, maybe, but not in the scenario I just presented."
"Well now I'm confused! Why did you ask..."
I interrupted. "I want to make sure I have you right. You wouldn't mind if the whole family came over and every one was butt-ass naked? Grandma and grandpa and all our cousins?"
"Nope. Wouldn't mind it an iota."
"If your dad and Uncle Jerry walked in here right with their dicks out, what would say to them?"
Emmie shrugged. "I don't know. 'Hi'?I don't get it. What is your obsession?"
I smiles nervously. "It's just...haha...it's just....I've known you all my life and somehow I've never met someone like you before."
"Haha, well...I'm glad I can broaden your mind. I promise you -- think this way all the time and you'll be much happier."
Suddenly she sat up, presenting her back to me.
"Can you rub my shoulders?"
"Still sore?"
"A little bit. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
"Of course not. Sit up a bit."
She sat up a bit.
I asked another question. "Should I sneak into your mom's room and grab the lotion?"
"No, no. We don't need it." She said. "Forgot all those...technique and procedures. Just wing it."
"Where are you sore?"
"Right here."
She ran her finger along an invisible line at the base of the clavicle. I dug my fingers in deep and she breathed audibly with pleasure.
Emmie spoke as I rubbed her shoulders. "So..."
"So...?" I added.
"You said you would let someone watch you have sex in a private setting. Is that like, a fetish of yours? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
"Woah woah woah, asking about my sex life?"
"Hey, you started talking about sex! I'm just asking! I'm not allowed to ask?"
I sighed and giggled at the same time. "Well, cousin, if you really wanna know, and I guess you do, my last girlfriend was into that."
"Into that, meaning...?"
"Well, apparently she had a fetish for, ya know...voyeurism and things like that."
"So did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Did you guys ever let someone watch you have sex?"
"Alright, if you really wanna know...yes. Once."
Emmie's eyes widened and she held her hand to her nose to chuckle.
"Oh my gosh! Who?!"
"A friend of hers. A female."
"How?"
"Well, umm...I never really got the whole story. I guess through the grapevine she found out her friend has a fetish for watching people while she masturbates, so..."
"Wait, wait...she masturbated while she watched you?"
"Yeah..." I chuckled. "I had to get used to it. I guess it was kind of...their idea, collectively, Ya know? Um....I was really nervous about being naked around someone else besides her but she assured me it would be kept a secret."
"And which girlfriend was this? Am I allowed to know?"
"Sorry, but I'd rather not say."
She chuckled. "Haha, alright."
"Yeah, like...I'd never seen someone masturbate like that in real life before. It was like watching someone watch porn but me and my girlfriend were the porn. She didn't cum, but it was still a really weird and surreal experience."
"Oh my gosh! She convinced you to let her watch and she didn't even finish?!"
"No, haha. She just kind of stopped when we stopped."
Around this time, I gradually had moved my hands a little lower to the area below the shoulder blades.
She responded instantly. "Yeah, you know what? Would you mind giving me a backrub while you're at it? That's pretty sore too."
"Well, hold up now. Is this massage hour #2? What do I get out of this exchange?"
"I can give you one too. Just do me first. Here..."
She layed down on her front, presenting her backside to me."
"...it's easier if I lay down."
Emmie's bed wasn't nearly as big or spacious as Aunt Ruth's bed. It was meant for 2 people max -- two really thin people. The only solution for making room myself was move to the other side of the bed.
"I have to sit on you. Is that okay? Your bed isn't as big as your mom's." I asked.
"Of course! Just be careful." She said.
I sat on the upper region of her legs. I swear I didn't plan this, but in this position, my dick and balls were resting against her behind. My shaft sat almost dead center, resting in her crack, and the balls hung behind, flush against the bottoms of her beautiful, dry buttcheeks. She said nothing.
"What about you, cousin?" I said as I starting digging my knuckles into her back.
"What about me what?"
"I told you my strangest sexual moment. What about you?"
"Eww, why do you wanna know that?"
"Hey, hey, hey, everything's even here, is it not? I confessed something weird to you, so what about you? What's the craziest sex thing you've ever done?"
She sighed. "Okay, you have to promise not to tell anyone."
"Your secret is safe with me, Emmie."
Around this point I moved up a little higher to her shoulders.
"Okay okay okay, so...do you remember when we had Shannon's baby shower, and I brought my old boyfriend Mitch?"
"Yeahhhhh?"
"Okay, do you remember when everybody was eating cake and getting ready to go inside and me and Mitch wouldn't leave the pool?"
"Yeahhhh?"
"Remember how we were leaning against each other against the wall?"
"Not down to the detail, but yeah, sure."
Emmie laughed and spoke with a hesitation. Her voice was quiet. "We were doing it."
"Doing it?"
"We were...we were having sex in the pool."
What?! I was standing right there!!!
I was so taken aback by this news that I stopped massages and let my hands flop onto my cousin's back.
"What?!" I asked in disbelief. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying me and Mitch were having sex in the pool at Shannon's baby shower."
"Emmie, I was standing right there!"
"Yes, and so was Greg and Amy and Aunt Julie and my mom."
"How-how-how were you doing it? Like..."
"He was in me from behind. I was kind of like...sitting up floating. The water helped."
I laughed. "Well...you certainly beat me. I've never even had pool sex, let alone pool sex with family standing around."
She laughed too. "I was pretty naughty when I was high school. I was horny like...all the time. I would never do anything like that now."
"Believe me, I know how that feels."'
A silence came through as I started resuming the dry-handed massage. I had moved to the lower back now, and my dick and balls had wedged further and further into her backside without penetrating.
After a minute, I had a question. "Did, um, did you cum?"
"What?" she said after a minute of thinking.
"In the pool, you and Mitch. Did you cum in the pool?"
"Ohhh....no. But I wish. It actually wasn't even Mitch that gave me my first orgasm."
"Oh yea? Who did that honor belong to?"
"That honor belonged to Mr. Buzzer."
"Ohhhhhh." I laughed and she laughed back. "Mr. Buzzer."
"Yeah, haha."
Another silence passed before I asked another question.
I pondered: "If you don't mind me asking, who, um, who was the first guy that made you orgasm?"
"Honestly....I don't think I've ever orgasm'd having sex with a guy, but that's probably just because I haven't had that many boyfriends. If we're getting technical, really...probably you."
Me?
"Me?"
"Yeah. The other day when you helped me finish after the massage. I know, like, technically, it's in an entirely different context and that's not supposed to be sexual at all, but if we're arguing semantics, than yeah, you. I mean, my mom made me orgasm many times before during a finish back in the day but I had never had anything come out like that."
"Hmmm. I'm glad I can be something of a first for you!"
"Ehhh, I don't know if it counts though. That wasn't sex. Plus, you're my cousin."
"Hey, listen, I don't win many awards. Just let me have this."
We both laughed.
Suddenly, she turned over underneath me and spoke to me looking back with her torso.
"Ya know..." she started. "On the subject of finishing, I'm really bothered by the fact that you and Elaine didn't let that girl cum!"
"First of all, her name was Lorraine, and second, what were we supposed to do? We were done. Just sit there and wait for to be done?"
"Yes! You be courteous!"
I sighed and chuckled. "Does your back feel better?"
"Actually, yes. Thank you."
"Is it uh, is it my turn now or are you doing finishes?"
"2 finishes in one day? I don't know if I have it in me, cuz."
"I think I have come up with my own technique. The Neck."
"The Neck?"
"Yeah. That's what it's called. Roll over, I'll show you."
I dismounted Emmie and she rolled over onto her back. I laid down next to her.
"Tilt your head to the left." I gave her directions, which she silently obeyed.
I took a second to move her hair out of the way of her and positioned myself with my body right up against hers.
I said nothing as I gently placed my mouth on my cousin's neck and began slowly kissing it, making out with it, and nibbling it gingerly. At the same time, I moved my hand down to her pussy, and started pushing my fingers slowly in and out as deep as I could.
Emmie let out a long, breathy moan within seconds. "Ohhhhhhhh, wow..." she said under he breath.
I started ramping up the neck action. My mouth movements became more open-mouth, more passionate, and I actively forced my tongue up and down the side of her neck and all the way to her chin.
For a little bit of improvisation, I stuck my otherhand underneath myself the best that I could and pinched her sweet spot, her tiny little skittle-size nipples. She let out a high pitched short whine. She loved it. So did I.
I kept going with The Neck. My oral maming of my cousin's neck had grown a wider range, and my fingers had become completely soaked in her vaginal juices, pumping three in and out at once and rubbing on the inside.
Emmie was red in the face, and her tear ducts had activated.
"Cousin, you're a genius." She said, immediately followed by a uncontrolled pleasure grunt.
I kept going, going, and going, and eventually, without any of her objection, I moved my mouth upwards to meet hers. I toned down the oral aggression a little bit, but nonetheless, I had naturally ascended into a heated make out session with my beautiful, young cousin.
She said and did nothing. She simply let me go, kissing back, and wrestling her tongue with mine.
As I continued, my fingering became slower and less frequent and our making out became quietly more passionate and aggressive.
After a long, stuck-lip smooch, we both took our face away from each other, and looked each other in the eye. Her warm breath blew on my face, and mine on hers, as we both caught our breath before doing it again.
We both knew what was happening as we locked pupils, and we were both okay with it.
I switched positions, mounting myself on all fours above my cousin. I had to move my head underneath my own junk to keep fingering her cunt, and I started moving my mouth all around her neck. She let out a breathy moan and wrapped her right arm around my back, gripping with her fingertips.
Now I started fingering faster and with more aggression as I made out with her again. I could feel her face getting warmer, her cheeks redder, and it seems her tear ducts had started up from the pleasure.
She let out little high-pitched phrased in between breaths. "Oh...fuck...fuck fuck...fuck yeah...oh yeah"
I had a new command for her. "Emmie, get on all fours."
She obeyed with no hesitation or comment. At this point, I mounted myself behind her and continued. I fingered with two fingers from behind and resumed The Neck on the sides of her neck and the back of it, completely covering her neck and ears with my saliva.
My now-erect dick was just inches away from her pussy, occupied by my forceful fingers.
I leaned in and whispered sensually in her ear. "Are you gonna cum, cousin? Are you gonna finish?"
"Yes.....soon." She said back to me in between to audible breaths.
I continued this for another few minutes before she called to me.
"Andrew..." she said.
I leaned in and spoke into her ear again.
"Emmie...?"
She replied. "Put it in."
Oh my god.....!!
"Put what in? Where?"
"Your dick. Put it inside me."
I paused for a long time, slowly down the fingering.
"What?" I started. "Are you sure?"
"Yes...please..."
"Are you sure we should do that?"
"Yes, it's okay."
"But why?"
"I want to know what it feels like."
"Sorry, Emmie. I'm confused. I thought you'd had sex already."
"Many times, but never with you."
Fuck.
I swallowed nervously and got a funky feeling in my chest.
"Are you sure that's okay?" I asked.
"Cousin, don't worry about it. It will be our little secret. Please....do it...it's been a long time..." she pleaded back.
I stopped everything, and nervously, slowly took my position behind my cousin. It was gonna be doggystyle.
I grabbed my dick, jutting and veiny in its nature, and pointed it like a sniper scope at my cousin's pussy.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes....please...."
With that, I moved forward...and pushed in.
My cock was inside of Emmie.
She audibly exhaled as soon as I entered her.
"Oh, god, yes!" she shouted as soon she felt me enter.
I steadily began thrusting, fucking her from behind at a safe, medium pace. She started breathing heavily, and her breaths bounced with every thrust.
"Emmie." I said. "We have to be careful. We can't be too loud. Your mom is right across the hall."
As I fucked her, she reached over to her nightstand for the television remote and turned the volume up a significant amount.
She spoke as she put it down. "Faster, cousin, faster."
I tried my best. I grabbed her hips so hard my knuckles whitened, and I slammed her body against my dick.
As we continued, I thought for a moment about what the fuck was actually happening right now. Just a couple days ago when Emmie came to visit, I knew her as my sweet little, innocent cousin who was friendly and cheery to everyone, who always dressed bright, but modestly. Her small, mousy exterior had fooled me. Now, her small, mousy exterior was enveloped around my veiny cock, and it was her idea.
"Is this how you like it, Emmie?" I asked. "Doggystyle?"
"I don't have a preference." She answered between moans. "What position do you like?"
"Here, I'll show you."
I slid out of her and flipped her over.
She made no fuss and I dragged her to the edge of the bed, stood up and gave her directions: "Put your leg over my shoulder."
I grabbed her leg and put it over my shoulder, then immediately slid my dick back into the front of her twat and resumed thrusters.
I got to watch her pleasure face from the front now. She put one hand on my shoulder, one on the bed to clench the sheets, and we looked each other in the eyes as she bit her bottom lip at me. This was the best sex I had ever had in my life, even if I had to do all the work.
"I don't have a condom." I suddenly realized.
"Are you good at pulling out?" she asked back.
"I, uh, I think so."
"Then you can cum wherever you want. Just make sure I do too."
She said this and in turn I turned it up another notch, trying my best to go even faster and harder. She helped herself out as well, using the tips of her fingers to rub the top of her pussy while my rocket slammed in and out.
We stared at each other eye to eye for almost a minute and didn't say anything. An oppressive wave of suggestive surrealism came over both of us, and we both shrugged it off.
I moved my head in closer make out with her again while I pounded her. She accepted my advancement and our tongues wrestled once more.
She spoke gently in between the gaps in our mouths touching. "Andrew....I'm serious....no one can ever know about this."
"I know." I said back.
"I'm serious....massages are one thing, but we shouldn't be doing this....but for now, it's okay. Okay? Just this once..."
"Just this once."
We kept fucking and fucking. The bed frame swung like a tilted swing below us and it creaked, almost as loud as the TV. At this point, I couldn't care less if Aunt Ruth walked in on us. In fact, I'd probably try to convince her to join.
Still, I had enough stamina to go a little faster. The sound of my smacking my cousin's crotch against mine sounded like someone smashing bricks together. Emmie's face scrunched and contorted and her knuckles grabbed all different parts of me for support.
Slowly, she started breath in and out really heavy, and her moaning grew louder, louder, louder....
"Andrew...I'm gonna..." she said.
"Gonna what?" I interjected.
"I'm gonna....finish...."
"Are you gonna have an orgasm?"
"Do it, cousin. Do it all my dick just you like did on my face."
A couple moments went by and her legs started twitching, her knees buckled at my torso, her arms flailing on the bed. In the next moments, as I struggled to keep my dick inside her, her head threw back violently against the bed and she screamed as loud as I've ever heard her yell. If Aunt Ruth was awake, there was no way she didn't hear.
Then, a moment later, her twat juice came spewing out all over my cannon. My dick was still inside, so it came out like a shaken up soda spews out of a soda bottle that still has the cap on, but it still dripped all over the bottom of her sheets.
She looked directly at me as she calmed down. I knew she had finished, but I couldn't stop thrusting.
"Oh my god, Andrew. That was fucking amazing. Holy shit." she complimented.
"It was amazing for me too." I replied.
"Almost your turn?"
"Almost."
"Come here."
She pushed herself off of me, and leaned over and grabbed my dick. She pulled me by my dick suggestively all the way onto the bed, and suddenly I was on my knees, knees positioned by her ears, balls resting on her chin.
She immediately stuck her tongue out against the tip, and with one hand she jerked my dick like it was a Shake Weight, and with the other tugged on my balls from behind.
"Give it to me. Give me your cum." She said as she did this. "I want tons of cum in my fucking mouth."
I replied, in a state of bliss. "Almost there, almost there. Keep going."
I was getting so exhausted I had to lean my hands against the wall and look down at her. I was panting like an NFL player at the end of a winning game.
"Can you do me a favor, cuz?" she asked.
"When you cum, stick it all the way in the mouth. As far as it will go. I want to feel cock behind my teeth." she bluntly demanded.
"Uh-huh. Yeah. Okay."
She jerked me and licked me for another minute or so before I finally started to feel it rising.
"Emmie, it's coming..." I warned.
"Give it to me. Cum in my mouth. I need it."
I felt the tip of the iceberg rising, rising, rising....
"I need it. I need it. I need cum." She proclaimed out loud again.
Now it was time for the eruption. I pulled myself out of this position and scooped my hands below my cousin's head like a baby, grabbing her around her ears. Her mouth was already open, and thrust my whole waist as hard as I could in her direction, landing the entirety of my erect pecker - all the way down to the base and the balls -- in her mouth. It was like sticking my dick in a warm pumpkin.
With my rocket firmly in place in her mouth, and my hands controlling her head, I held them both in place and felt myself shooting my ropes all over her uvula.
Her face become red and she was gasping for air. She hadn't prepared. She flailed her arms and slapped the bed, and slapped my back. Nonetheless, I was unleashing my second caulking of the day right down her throat straight to her digestive track.
After a couple moments I had finished, and I pulled out. When I did, a thick, gooey ring of white strings parted from my crotch to the circumference of her lips. It looked for a minute like she was swallowing a basketball net, before it popped and spackled all over her chin and cheeks.
I leaned back and watched her swallow it down deep. She took it like a sleeping pill.
After, she simply laid there, nude, sweaty, and exhausted. She was breathing heavy, looking all around the room and at me, not even smiling -- just in a sense of discovery-ridden wonderment.
Suddenly she looked up at me and grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down to her again.
She kissed me on the mouth with a solid, long-lasting smacker, and we tongue-wrestled a little bit. I could taste my own cum, but more so, I could taste it from my cousin's mouth.
She spoke quietly and intimately to me. "We can never tell anyone about this. Do you understand? Never."
"Of course not, Emmie." I said back. "This never happened."
"Never. We hung out and then you went to bed."
"That's right."
She pulled me again for another long smooch while she reached her hand down and smacked my ass.
Then suddenly she pushed me off. "Go to your room. Be sure to be quiet."
I was silent as I got off the bed and quickly grabbed my short and underwear from the floor.
I turned around at the last minute before exiting. "See you in the morning?" I asked desperately.
"Yes, see you in the morning." She responded in a very matter-of-fact, motherly fashion.
I exited her room as quietly as I could. I stood nude and pensive, almost shellshocked from tonight's turn of events in the dark upstairs hallway. No sign of Aunt Ruth anywhere.
Tiptoeing my way along, I opened my bedroom door, directly next to my aunt's and entered.
I had to try to sleep tonight.