Joanie Goes Home for a Family Event

This is my seventh story about Joanie's highly eventful freshman year of college. This story has exhibitionist as well as incestual elements and could be in either category. We meet Joanie's first cousins, her younger sister Sarah and learn some disturbing information about her mother and her mother's twin sister. This story can be read independently of the six Joanie stories that precede it.

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I had just returned from my second trip to New York where I had fallen hard for Mike's cousin Philip. I was now in love with two men at the same time, and they were cousins. How messed up is that? My head was spinning constantly and I had no idea what to do about it.

It came as a relief when I got the call from my Mom to come home. She and my Dad were organizing a family based party for my grandmother's birthday, since she was about to turn 65. My cousins were coming from St. Louis, and I always enjoyed them, especially Ramon. Ramon and I were first cousins and only a year apart (he was the older one) and we had always had fun playing together whenever they visited when we were children. I had not seen them in a long time.

I am 19, and since Ramon is two years older, he must be 21 years old. I wondered what he looked like. I quickly checked Facebook and found him. He was a hunk! My cousin was completely gorgeous. I asked to friend him, and only minutes later we were Facebook friends.

I had an exam coming up, but as soon as it was over I found a ride home and went. Knowing it would be a few hours in a car to get home, I dressed casually, in shorts, a tee shirt, and sneakers. I got in the car of the boy who had answered my post on the electronic ride board and sat in the car. I realized that my shorts (like all my shorts) were very short, and rode up a bit in my crotch.

The boy's name was Carl. As I sat in the passenger seat, I saw that my legs were very nicely displayed to him. Fortunately my bra and tee shirt were correct, and most girls wore shorts like mine, so I was not concerned. I did however notice that Carl had trouble concentrating on the road and a bit too often he looked over at my legs.

After an hour or so, we stopped at a roadside coffee shop, mostly to use the bathroom, but we also had a nice cup of coffee, and since we had not talked much in the car, we used the occasion to get to know each other a little. It turned out the person we knew in common was my boyfriend Mike, as Carl and Mike were in classes together.

Apparently Carl already knew all about me, having often spoken with Mike. This made me a bit nervous, since Mike was not always the most discrete person in the world. But at the coffee shop he also told me that he had bought a drink from me at the Casino party, when I was a "French maid" cocktail waitress.

He also said I looked great dressed as a French maid, and he loved it when I curtsied after he left me a tip. I knew that when I curtsied the skimpy French maid outfit would billow out, exposing my entire boobs, including the nipples. I was drunk, randy, and out of control at the Casino party.

"You mean I looked hot, don't you?" I said, trying to get him to put his cards on the table.

"Well, yes, since you put it that way," Carl replied. "Especially at the end, when you went topless."

I blushed. "Oh," I said. There was silence for a while. "You were there for that, I guess. I was drunk, and it was Mike's doing, and I am quite embarrassed."

Carl said, "I understand. Don't worry about it. You look just as pretty now, and actually just as hot today, all properly dressed."

That remark did in fact make me more relaxed, and I do respond well to complements. I said, "Thank you, Carl. Shall we resume the driving, now? Would you like me to drive?" I was hoping that he would let me drive, since for safety's sake he seemed too distracted by my legs during the first leg of the trip.

"Actually, I have a proposition to make, and I hope you will not get offended," Carl said.

I was already offended in anticipation. I do not know why people are so stupid to say such preambles to what are invariably offensive remarks to follow. "Out with it, Carl," I said, wanting to get it over with. My tone of voice had an edge to it. What he said surprised me a lot.

"If you ride topless for the next hour of the trip, your share of the gas will be nothing," he said.

"Carl, that is extremely offensive, and not something you cannot just out and ask a girl, at least not one you respect," I replied, trying hard not just to slap him. It did occur to me that perhaps he did not respect me, given my past outlandish behavior.

Again I wondered how much Mike had told him. Had he told him I was an exhibitionist? Or that when I'm drunk I am much too easy to get into bed? I decided I had to be careful with Carl.

"Offering money to me to get me to ride topless is treating me like a whore," I continued.

"I'm sorry Joanie," he replied quickly. "I would never have asked were it not for having seen you that way at the Casino party. I have not been able to forget it, and I think about it all the time. And now here you are here with me in the flesh and in my car and it is driving me nuts. I'm so sorry I offended you."

I was now fairly sure Mike had told Carl a lot about me. For all I knew, he had offered me the ride just to get me in his car with him for a few hours. Perhaps he had even discussed it with Mike and Mike had coached him on ways to get me to have sex him. I knew Mike had done such things in the past. I was on my guard.

I have no idea why, but I said, "That's okay." Then I compounded my stupidity with a reassuring tone of voice and a smile. Carl exhaled, and I realized he had been holding his breath. I began to think the whole thing was cute and even felt sorry for him a little.

He was just yet another awkward teenage boy, and probably he had often masturbated to memories of me at the Casino party. That thought made me happy, actually. I liked the idea of men fantasizing about me. I wondered if he had ever even been with a girl. I decided he had not yet taken the leap.

I took his hand, pulled him up from his seat, and led him outside around to the rear of the coffee shop. "Let's get rid of the tension, for the sake of safe driving, OK?" I said. Carl nodded, sheepishly.

I pulled off my tee shirt and removed my bra. Carl just stared and his mouth fell slightly open. Then I pulled him toward me and gave him an open mouth kiss. He kissed back and we held the kiss a long time, our tongues mixing with each other's. "You can fondle my breasts if you want," I said.

Carl stepped back and fondled my breasts with a soft touch; it was more like a caress. When I dressed in the morning I had applied perfume to the undersides of my breasts, and he inhaled deeply and sighed. Then he kissed them and sucked a nipple. This tends to drive me crazy, and this time was no exception.

It's not that my breasts are erogenous. They are not. It's more the psychological pleasure of having a man be so sexual with them. As he kissed and fondled my breasts, after a few minutes I put my hands on his pants and discovered he had a major hard on. I love it when I give a man a hard on. It makes me feel powerful and desirable. "This is enough, time to get back on the road," I said.

Carl ignored my words and reached to undo my shorts. I pulled away and said, "Carl, do not take advantage," but said it breathlessly, revealing my arousal. I pulled farther away and put my tee shirt back on, leaving my bra off, and put my bra in my purse.

"Compromise," I said. "I'll stay this way for the next hour, if you let me drive." Carl nodded. As we left, I noticed there were two truckers who had walked to the truck parking behind the coffee shop and who had been watching my short-lived topless display. This got me a little aroused, I smiled at them as we walked back to the front of the coffee shop.

Back in the car with me driving, Carl out-and-out stared at my legs, being liberated from the necessity to watch the road ahead. He put his hand on my right thigh and began to stroke it softly, barely touching me, tickling the tiny hairs on my thigh. This is quite erotic, actually, and I removed his hand. Five minutes later it was back.

I removed his hand a second time, and five minutes later it was back again. The fourth time he put it on my thigh, I gave up and let it stay there. As he stroked my thigh, it began to get to me. Not just his hand, but the memory of having just been topless outdoors at the back of the coffee shop, and the looks the truckers gave me, especially when I smiled at them.

His hand began to move closer to my crotch, until it was right at my cunt, which fortunately was protected both by my shorts and my panties. It was getting difficult to concentrate on the road.

He removed his hand and I heard myself exhale gratefully. But it was short-lived, since he next pushed up my tee shirt up over my boobs. He was taking unfair advantage of the fact that I was driving and therefore I was not able fully to fight back. But of course it was easy for me to use one hand to pull my tee shirt back down, and I told him, "Enough, Carl. Game time is over. I'm driving and it's not safe. Hands off me, please."

It was a mistake to use the word please. That made it a request, not a command. Carl would not give up, and after a repetitive struggle, I ended up driving a good 15 miles with my tee shirt above my boobs, and with Carl fondling them. Several motorists passing us got good looks, and a couple of pick-up trucks ended up driving parallel to us in the left lane so the driver could enjoy the view, even while driving. I smiled at them. This of course turned me on.

I finally pulled my tee shirt down when we entered the county of my parents' home. I drove to within a half hour of my parents' home, and then we stopped again at another roadside coffee shop. After our coffees, I led Carl again to behind the coffee shop.

This time there was no truck parking, but the back of the coffee shop was not a solid wall, but rather had windows with people sitting at tables looking out at the woods a short distance away.

We stood at the beginning of the woods, partially hidden by a few trees. But I knew we could be seen if people wanted to look. This time Carl was more confident and more aggressive. He wanted a full frontal. I said no, he could only see my boobs when I put my bra back on.

Carl grabbed me and kissed me. It was a great kiss. As he kissed me he reached down, unsnapped and unzipped my shorts, and stuck his hand all the way down to my cunt, and quickly stuck a finger in me. I was not wet to receive it, but to my surprise I liked the rough treatment, and I got wet almost instantly. I had never been treated roughly before. This was new to me. I pulled away in alarm saying, "Carl! How dare you!"

He said, "Come on," grabbed my hand and led me deeper into the small woods behind the coffee shop. We stopped inside a small grove of trees, which shielded us somewhat from prying eyes, but certainly not completely. Then he kissed me again, reached inside my tee shirt and fondled my breasts, never breaking the kiss.

After doing this for a good 5 minutes or so, he again unbuckled my shorts and quickly pushed them down. I let him do this, I don't know why; other than his kissing was so good I did not want it to stop, plus the eroticism of possibly being seen.

Carl stepped back, looking at me dressed in a tee shirt now pushed up above my bare breasts, and panties. He said, "OK beautiful. How about a full frontal?"

The combination of calling me beautiful and the crudeness of asking for a full frontal got to me. Plus the idea of becoming naked for him behind the coffee shop, only partially obscured by the trees, turned me on.

I removed my tee shirt, turned around with my back to him and took off my panties, and then slowly turned to face him, only to find both him and his iPhone camera facing me.

He had taken a video of me undressing and then turning around naked and smiling. I did not care; it would be just one more video and pictures of me going around the college. OK, actually I did care, and maybe I sighed a little, but when he took me in his arms and kissed me with delicacy and passion, I let it be.

I could not get him to delete the video, and I tried mightily. I did however get him to promise not to let anyone see it. Of course I had no faith he would keep the promise. Boys like to brag to other boys by humiliating their women; I knew that. I also got a little more aroused by imagining him masturbating in the future while watching this video of me.

I broke the kiss after a short while, and quickly got dressed to be presentable to my parents. Carl's thrills were over, and when we got to my home I shook his hand and thanked him for the ride. I also paid him my share of the gas.

I could barely contain my excitement about being home. I got a big hug from my Mom and kisses on the cheek from my father.

My little sister Sarah (now 18, and looking like a little sexpot) was in her senior year at high school, and I was surprised to see how she had grown up just in the year I was in college. She was a looker, very easy on the eyes.

Sarah has long blonde hair which curls as it fall over her shoulders. She has striking blue eyes, and her face is perfectly symmetric; the type of face you find on women's fashion magazines. Her skin was perfect and glowing, and her young body was proportioned so that she was every man's wet dream. Even better, depending on one's taste, she was smart, and her eyes sparkled with the mischief of intelligence.

Anyway I was thrilled to see her, and she to see me, and we hugged too.

My mother said the cousins would be staying with us, and I would stay in Sarah's room, while Ramon's parents would stay in my old room. The two boys would sleep on cots in the basement. I knew it would be fun for me to stay with Sarah; we could stay up late talking. We both loved to do that.

My mother also asked me to take care of the boys' needs, as she would have her hands full with her sister and brother-in-law. I knew she was not making a sexual pun when the spoke of the "boys' needs," and I thought it odd that I had instantly thought of the pun. I also knew what she meant about her sister and her husband: They were high maintenance. I said of course, no problem.

My aunt was my mother's twin sister. In fact they are identical twins. Often identical twins begin by being completely identical, but as they age and develop distinct personalities their appearances differ. Even wearing their hair differently is enough to distinguish most twins.

Not so with my mother and her sister. They have always looked completely identical and acted identically. They live a few hundred miles apart, but still each wear their hair in exactly the same way as the other. It's as if they share the same brain.

When I was in high school I would ask my mother about her past and her own experiences growing up. She never wanted to talk about them. One night, however, when she had too much to drink, she opened up a little. My grandfather died when the twins were just three years old, and my grandmother was left a single mother with twin girls, and no skills. They grew up dirt poor.

The twins left home at 18, got minimum wage jobs, and shared a one-room apartment. They were pretty and had no trouble finding dates with boys and soon each had a boyfriend. One time they double dated, and having got quite a bit drunk, went to the rest room together and decided to exchange clothes and for each to return to the other girl's boyfriend.

They each spent the night with the other girl's boyfriend. Each boy could not get over how each one of them had changed in bed, and each was thrilled with the change, not realizing it was in fact the other twin. They never did realize they were not fucking their girlfriends but the twin sisters of their girlfriends. Disgusted, the twins both dumped their boyfriends the next day.

Obviously there was a lot more to that story than the bare outline my mother told me, but after she had said that much, she clammed up. I was too surprised and shocked to push for more. So that is all that I know.

After that, I began to realize my mother was more complicated than I had previously thought. Before that one night when she shared that story, she had simply been my mother. Now she had become an interesting person.

Sarah and I went out to the garden and sat on the hammock and gabbed. She wanted to know all about college. I could always trust Sarah, and I told her I was in love with two men, Mike and Philip, and if that was not bad enough, they were cousins to each other! I did not tell her any of the salacious details, or about my discovery that I was an exhibitionist, of course. That was too personal.

I did tell her I was a horrible tease, and explained how I liked to tease men by dressing provocatively. We shared the same gene pool, so it did not surprise me when she expressed the most interest when I said that.

"Joanie, can you teach me how to do that? I would love to tease the guys at school," she said.

"Why is that?" I asked. She seemed to me to be a bit young for such an ambition.

"Well," Sarah said and then paused. "I am not sure how to put this exactly, but apparently you were pretty wild in high school and have quite a reputation in these parts." My heart sank, and my stomach rose up into my neck, or so it seemed. "I think being a tease is expected of me, since I'm your sister."

"Jesus H. Christ," I said, half under my breath.

"Oh, Joanie," Sarah replied quickly, "No worries. It's making me popular, and I am proud of you. Everyone thinks you are amazing around here. All the girls worship you, and the boys wish I were you. I'm very proud to be your little sister."

We sat in silence for a while. Then Sarah said, "But I do want to be able to come through with what is expected of me."

"You mean you want sexually to tease boys, right? Nothing else?" I asked.

"Yes, exactly. What do you mean, nothing else?" Sarah clearly did not know what I meant.

"Well Sarah," I replied, "If you tease boys, some might expect you to back it up with sexual favors. I don't want you to have to deal with that."

"Joanie, don't worry. I'm 18. I know my way around a boy."

We sat quietly for a while. I reflected on things. I guessed this is normal teenage development, and I was her older sister, after all, although only by a year. I said, "OK, Sarah. How about we tease Ramon and Carlos this weekend? It's a gold plated opportunity. And since they're our first cousins they could not possibly think sex was in the offing."

Sarah was all smiles. We had fun swinging on the hammock, talking sister talk, and a few hours later our Dad came out to fire up the grill, and minutes later the cousins' car pulled up and the four of them came walking up the driveway. When Ramon and Carlos saw us girls sitting there, they broke into a run.

Ramon and Carlos looked hot. They had both grown into handsome, even lady killer handsome, young men. Ramon was 21 as I said, and Carlos was 18. Sarah and I were not bad looking ourselves, and I could see in their eyes that they were thinking, "Our cousins are babes."

We had a wonderful meal; my father grills a great steak. There was a big cake for my grandmother, and the adults let all four of us drink wine with the meal. It was natural for Ramon and me to drink, but I was a little surprised they let Carlos and Sarah drink. But after all, it was my grandmother's birthday. We gave her presents and everyone was happy.

After dinner I took Ramon and Carlos downstairs and showed them where they would be sleeping. Our basement had always been the playroom, and it had a computer and a nice TV. The boys dumped their overnight bags and we all went back upstairs.