Transgression 2

My Originals Sin(s)

All characters are over 18.

"Come on Cindy. Don't be a chicken!"

It was my cousin Mark, who was provoking me. I've told you before that my twin brother, Ryan, and I were brought up in a very conservative community. In theory Mark was too, but his parents were a little less strict than ours. We had been invited to spend a week at their summer home in the country and had arrived two days ago. Yesterday it rained all day but today was nicer. Mark's mother, my Aunt Joan, had gone to spend the afternoon at the book club in the nearby town. Before she left, she had said it was okay for Mark to take me and Ryan, fishing.

We had been fishing off the dock with no success when Mark's friend Ridley showed up.

"-'s up?"

"We're playing piano," answers Mark sarcastically.

"I know a better place," says Ridley with authority, "Over where the little river enters the lake. There's trout there."

"I'm not sure we're meant to leave the dock."

"Take the rowboat it's only ten minutes."

"Let's do it," says Ryan. My brother always wants to push the boundaries. I'd like to but I don't have his nerve.

"Okay," says Mark. He and Ridley untie the boat, and we all get in.

Mark and Ridley each take an oar to row and Ryan sits in the front as lookout for any debris floating in the lake. As I sit in the back with the rowers facing me, I'm watching Ridley. I've never sat this close to someone black before. Our neighborhood is very white. He has the cutest eyelashes and a light smile. He's slightly taller than Mark or my brother. Has to be six-foot. I watch his broad shoulders and sinewy muscles as he rows, and I'm captivated. In contrast to the other two he has a teenager's face on manly body.

"Why don't we fish from the boat?" I ask, mostly to show I'm present.

"No, this will be better."

We arrive and they pull the boat onto the sandy shore. We start fishing at the mouth of the river. It's really just a small stream. Every few minutes we move a bit further up the stream trying to find a better place. I let Ridley try with my rod and almost at once he catches something. It's a brown trout about seven inches long. He detaches it from the hook and throws it back.

"Why'd you do that?" I ask.

"You don't have anything to keep them in. It'll be there for next time."

Twenty minutes later we arrive where the river opens into a wide pool bathed in sunlight.

"I'm hot," says Ryan, and taking his runners and socks off he steps into the pool.

"We should swim," says Mark.

"We could skinny, but she's here" says Ridley.

"Don't let me stop you." Did I just say that?

"Fine, Sis, I'm going to," says Ryan, who has come out of the pool and is walking around to where it's deeper. He turns his back as he strips naked then turns and jumps in. I haven't seen him naked in years and I barely catch a glimpse now.

"It's cold!" he says but as he swims a few strokes he continues, "No, it's not too bad and there are some warm springs, I think."

I wait until Mark and Ryan have gone around to where he is and as they begin to strip off, I follow them. I'm about twelve feet away when they turn, and I see their penises. First, I've ever seen. They're soft, of course, and it's only a glance as they both jump in, but something inside me gives a little jump.

They swim around and that's when Mark says, "Come on Cindy. Don't be a chicken! Come and swim."

It is hot and the truth is I really want to but I'm nervous. They can tell I'm hesitating.

"We don't have towels. How are we going to dry?"

"The sun will dry us quickly enough. Come on! The water's fine. It'll cool you off."

I make up my mind and strip down to my bra and pants but just stand there hesitating.

"Come on, show us your tits," says Mark. I've never heard him be this uncouth. It's rude but sort of exciting.

I'm not ashamed of my body, even though some say we should be. I really like my breasts. They're not large, somewhere between and A and B-cup. They are firm, I hardly need a bra; what people refer to as pert and my nipples are very sensitive.

"What the heck!" I think as I undo my bra and drop it with the rest of my clothes.

"Woohoo! Now the panties!"

"No way! I'm not doing that," I think as I jump into the pool. It is cold and as I swim around my nipples get really hard. I stand up for a moment well aware that the boys are gazing at them in awe. Then I duck back into the water and continue swimming. The boys go back to horsing around. After ten minutes I'm done, I get out and stand on the bank. It's good to feel the sun on my body.

Even though I know the water has made my conservative white cotton panties translucent I stand facing the boys. They must see the dark outline of my pubes and the obvious camel toe of my sex. It's just as well my underwear is wet because I am.

Then the boys get out and it's disappointing. Their thingies, cocks I guess I should say, are smaller than before. The water is quite cold. While they stand drying, I sit down on the grassy bank and watch.

Then Mark says, "Cindy, it's not fair. You are watching us naked while keeping your panties on. Let us see your pussy."

"No way! Not going to happen."

They have moved and stand over me and I see there is life in their cocks. They've grown a bit and are chubbier than before, even my brother's.

"Rid, I think she just needs a little help. Take her arms would you," Mark says, and Ridley moves behind me, bends and grasps my wrists. He lifts as he moves back laying me on my back against the bank.

"Hold her still." Mark reaches with both hands for the top edges of my panties. For a moment I think of kicking him in the crotch. It would be so easy. He's totally exposed. Ridley's grip on my wrists relaxes. I could easily pull free, and I think he knows it, but I lie there as Mark begins to pull my panties off.

"Ryan, aren't you going to stop him?" I say as I lift my bum slightly. I don't want my panties torn or dirty.

"No, I've never seen a cunt up close," he answers bluntly.

"Who's being vulgar now?" I think, but I can feel myself getting wetter by the minute.

They're all snickering probably at their naughtiness. For some reason I'm offended that Ridley joins in. He's scarcely holding my wrists now as he kneels behind me.

"You can look but you can't touch; that's all I've done."

"I don't mind if you touch me,"" says Mark as he finishes removing my panties.

"Put those on that rock to dry," I say, and Ridley releases my wrist so I can point at the rock before taking it again. I feel the warmth of his palm. Can he feel my heartbeat through his fingers? Mark passes my panties to Ryan and points at the rock. Ryan goes over and places them in the full sun.

Even before I see him do this, I feel Mark's finger brushing through my bush. It's neatly trimmed. Even my mother knew you couldn't have random hairs sticking out of your swimsuit and she showed me how to shave them.

"No, no touching!" I insist although his touch is electrifying me.

He snorts and moves aside to let Ryan kneel and touch me. Because I'm on the slope of the bank I can watch their every move as my brother moves his finger to part my folds and reveal the head of my clitoris.

"I think that's it, that's her clit," he says, "It's larger than I expected. They looked smaller in photos."

"It's swollen. She must be excited."

It's true, it is swollen but it's also true that mine is quite large, a bit more than an inch. It's larger than my mother's and she said hers was large. I have to take her word.

Mark reaches forward and touches it, and I can barely suppress my gasp. I try to keep still as they take turns stroking it and I feel it is about to burst. Ridley has released my wrists and come to join them, but for some reason I leave my arms resting on the bank above my head. While I am totally submissive, I am also watching the reaction of their penises intently. They are all growing and stiffening. My brother reaches a full erection first, but the others aren't far behind. Erect he and Ridley are about the same size. Mark's must be a full inch shorter and not quite as thick. While his right forefinger is stroking and pushing back my swollen labia the fingers on his left hand are lightly touching the head of his penis and I see a small glob of liquid appear there.

Ryan reaches past him and now he strokes the open entrance to my vagina. He pulls a wet finger back and sniffs it, then licks it and laughs. So far Ridley has not touched me, and I feel he is a little shocked at the behavior of my brother and cousin. Perhaps he is also shocked that I am lying there and have not voiced louder protests. I want to but the feelings they are arousing are so deliciously sinful I don't want them to stop. Finally, he reaches forward and brushes my nipples which are also bursting and that triggers the dam within me to burst. I'm racked with spasms of pleasure which ripple through every centimeter of my pelvis and send shivers up my spine. I curl into a fetal ball until it begins to subside.

'Is she okay?" asks Mark and Ridley says, "I think she just had an orgasm."

"Sweet!" says my brother, "Fuck, I'd love to have one of those."

"Yeah! We should get our rocks off too," says Mark. He pauses as minute, "Cindy, would you give me a hand...you know?"

I hear him and am confused.

"Give her time to recover." I hear Ridley say. He pulls me to my feet and leads me back into the pool. He holds my breasts against his chest and below the water he places my hand on his semi-erect penis. I just hold it and feel it swell.

"Come on," he says, leading me out o the water again. I let my hand fall away as we emerge.

A moment later the boys all close around me looking expectantly. Now Mark reaches for my hand and takes it and places it on his penis, which I instinctively grasp. It feels warm and silky but also firm. I understand what he wants and begin to move my hand up and down. Ryan grabs my other hand and moves it to his cock, which feels much the same only larger. I am now rubbing both their cocks in tandem, and I feel them getting even harder.

Ridley pushes between them and stands before me placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing me to kneel. His cock is waving before my face, and I lean in to lick it. I feel his hand on the back of my head and take the head of his cock in my mouth. Despite my sheltered upbringing I know words for all the acts I am now performing. Hand job first and now fellatio or a blowjob in the common parlance.

"Where do I learn these words?" I wonder as I apply myself to the tasks at hand...or mouth. I like the feel of his cock in my mouth, and I run my tongue around its contours feeling his reaction as it moves under the rim of the head and up across where I taste an ooze of liquid. What I later learn is termed pre-cum. He pushes deeper and I gag taking my hand from Mark to push Ridley back. Mark moves his cock into my now available mouth. I grab his cock and give it a slow pump as I run my tongue around it.

He gives a yelp, and I feel his cock shudder as he pulls back. The first spurt hits my chest and the rest dribbles over my hand. I let go and wipe my hand on the grass as he sinks to his knees his hand slowly stroking his spent cock.

I find I've released my grasp on Ryan's cock as Ridley pushes me back on the bank. He is kneeling between my parted legs, and I feel his tongue licking up and down my clit. He sucks gently on its head and moments later I feel his tongue probing my inflamed cunt. I reach forward and pull his head tighter against me as he licks and sucks and probes more vigorously. I can feel another climax building.

He stops and I am desperate at the loss until his head appears above mine and I feel his kiss on my mouth. Our tongues wrestle and then I feel his urgency press against my...my entrance. I am panicked but find I am also pressing against him. He lifts his body and I watch as his purple blackness enters my virgin whiteness. I feel it opening me in ways I have never experienced. There is a sharp pain, and I feel rather than hear a pop as he presses gently forward.

"So, this is how I lose it," I think, so unlike the romantic scenarios I have imagined, but I am filled with a shared lust.

"You must pull out, if you're close," I find myself saying with a calmness I do not feel, and he grunts as he pushes in further. Ther's another stab of pain as he hits my cervix but then it seems to move aside. Apart from that the sensations are all entirely pleasurable to say the least. He pulls back and then thrusts forward gently a few times touching every millimetre of my vagina. Places that have never been touched before are sending sparks through me. He starts to go faster, and I sense his excitement. In truth I have already lost control as I raise my pelvis to thrust against him while holding his hips into me.

I feel him try to pull away and then he breaks my grip and pulls out. I see the creamy flow streaming from him as he pumps himself onto my stomach. It just seems to keep coming and then he's done. As he rolls aside, Ryan, my brother takes his place and pushes into me.

"No, this is so wrong," I think, but my body is responding. He is as big as Ridley...maybe thicker and I am already hovering on the crest. It is a delicious torture and then I am swept up in a monumental climax. I am holding Ryan tight as my pelvic muscles go into spasm. I feel him jerking as he cums deep inside me. I rise and we sit locked together, him still in me, arms holding ever tighter. When we finally separate and he finally pulls out what's left is only a dribble from his shrinking cock. I watch cum trickle from my raw red...cunt and I lie back.

I haven't got the energy to stop Mark as he plunges his rejuvenated erection into me. I scarcely feel him as he thrusts with a will. It only takes a few moments before he is pulling out his spurting cock and dribbling the residue on my thigh.

As I come to my senses my immediate reaction is to plunge back into the pool to cleanse myself while wondering if all of them deposited some of their sperm inside me. I'm not on the pill. I asked Mum but she said I was blessed with mild periods and unless I intended to be a promiscuous slut outside of wedlock I shouldn't need contraception.

We're all silent as we get back in the boat no doubt contemplating the enormity of what we have just done. I was violated with only my tacit consent. I could argue even that did not extend to Ryan and Mark but what's done is done. I have fucked my brother and first cousin and a black stranger. So, here I am, apparently a promiscuous incestuous slut even though I never had such an intention. "Are there others like me?" I wonder, "those whose lust overwhelmed them.

As I think this, I cast a line and a moment later I get a bite. It turns out to be a good-sized trout. Ridley stops rowing to help me land it and kills it by giving its head a sharp bang against the side of the boat. When we dock, he gives me a kiss on the cheek and heads off. We take our catch up to the house.

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I thanked God when my next period came, and I was careful to let the boys know. I will make every effort to avoid putting myself in such a situation again and when I go to college in the Fall, I think there's a student health clinic where I can get a prescription for the pill. The funny thing is that although it happened so unexpectedly, I'm glad I'm done with virginity. The religion in which I have been raised doesn't expect confession. It assumes God knows exactly what you have been up to without the intervention of a priest. There are no convenient penances like 'Hail Marys'. So, if I'm damned to hell, I won't sweat it. I'm still consumed by lustful thoughts, and I doubt that will change anytime soon, but otherwise I believe I am, and can live the life of, a good person.

This morning, I received an email from Ridley. Turns out we'll be at the same college in the Fall. It's nice to know I'll have the benefit of a friend there.

THE END

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