Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Family reunions in my family were a shit show. Not in the "someone picked a fight and now everyone's screaming" kind of way though. With us, it's more like an all around fuck-fest.
Once a year, all of the grown-ups in the family would head out to the family homestead for a three day weekend. Over the course of those three days, anything and anyone was fair game.
This year I had just turned eighteen, which meant this was my first time attending the reunion. And I had absolutely no idea what I was getting into when Momma and Daddy told me we were going away for some "quality family time".
The first night, I'd told myself I would give the ole family tradition a go. While Momma and Daddy were off screwing my Aunt Jemma and Uncle Tommy, I'd hung around the living room with my hand in my daisy dukes and looked on to see if anyone took my fancy.
Over the course of an hour, I had watched my Uncle Al pound my cousin Louise, while my cousins Carl and Frankie took turns screwing Aunt Mimi and I'd even seen Momma's cousin Charlie slip his cock into Uncle Merle's backdoor while no one else was looking.
Over my hour of window shopping, I'd only found one person who got me all hot and bothered.
My cousin Carine was a bombshell by all standards. Long blonde hair that stuck out in the sea of brunettes, bright blue eyes and curves that most girls only dreamed of having.
But the only way it looked like I would have shot at touching those curves would be if I joined in while her step-brother was fucking her into oblivion.
And that wasn't really my style.
So I settled for rubbing myself off while watching her large tits bounce up and down as she rode her step-brother into Saturday morning.
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Come Sunday, no pun intended, I was bored out of my mind.
I had watched just about every member of my family screw each other by now. And I'd managed nothing more than a few voyeuristic masterbation sessions. While I wasn't all that mad about getting none, my cunt had been retaliating all weekend by getting wet and needy whenever Carine walked by.
Last I had seen of her, she was taking a couple of our uncles at once, and that had just been far too much cock for me to watch. So I'd managed to sneak out to the backyard without anyone noticing, where I'd taken refuge in the big barn, far away from the screams of pleasure coming from the house.
I'd been out there maybe an hour, relaxing in a pile of hay in the loft when I'd heard the barn door below.
"Georgia? Ya in here?" A silky smooth voice called out.
Another gush of wetness soaked my panties at the very sound of Carine calling my name. Putting my hominess aside, I popped my head around the corner and waved. "Up here."
A moment later, she appeared at the top of the ladder, and joined me in the loft. Thankfully, Carine had pulled on a pair of daisy dukes and a tiny white tee before coming out to find me. I was certain I couldn't handle seeing her traipsing around her naked glory anymore.
She fixed me with a perfect smile as she settled into the hay next to me. "I noticed ya disappeared a little while ago. Ya feelin' okay?" She drawled.
I nodded my head mechanically. "I'm fine. Just needed some fresh air is all."
Her laughter filled the loft, making it incredibly hard for me to focus. "I hear ya. It's really startin' to stink in there."
"Yeah," I muttered in agreement, diverting my gaze from where her nipples were making themselves known from beneath her shirt.
A puzzled look screwed up her features as she studied me for a moment. "Georgia? Can I ask ya somethin'?"
I shrugged my shoulders. Her very presence was frustrating me. "I guess."
"Are ya still a virgin?"
I sputtered at her words, utterly taken aback. "What? Why? No! Why would you think that?!"
Carine picked up a piece of hay and balanced it between her long fingers. "'Cause. Everyone's in there fiickin' themselves silly and you're out here in the barn. And I've seen ya 'round this weekend. You've been doing nothin' but watchin'."
Watching you, I thought.
I shrugged my shoulders again, a blush creeping up my neck. "Well, I'm not. I've had sex before. I'm just not feeling it this weekend, I guess."
Carine's plump lower lip jutted out, and all I could think about was sucking it into my mouth. "Oh," she frowned.
I waited for Carine to get up and leave, but she didn't. I realized eventually that she was staring at me, watching me, and I turned to meet her blue eyed gaze.
"Do ya remember when we used to all play up here when we were little?" She asked.
I had no idea what she was talking about at first, but then a memory dawned on me. "Yeah. We were, like, eight."
Carine nodded, a small smile on her face. "We used to swing 'round on the rope all the time, even when Nana and Pops told us not to."
I laughed, remembering Nana yelling at us whenever we fell off and scraped our knees. "That was fun, we always got cookies after."
With another laugh Carine inched closer to me, her sweet smell, along with the must of sex, filling my nose. "Do ya remember when cousin Danny dared me to kiss ya in that stall over there?"
I was eight years old when I had my first kiss. That kiss was with Carine, in the stall she was pointing at. It only took the one kiss for me to know for a fact I liked girls. And I'd had a crush on Carine ever since.
"Yeah. We were silly kids," I said, looking away from the stall.
Carine shifted closer again, and I could feel my wetness soaking through my shorts as my mind went places it shouldn't.
"Ya were my first kiss, ya know?" She told me.
"Mine too," I replied, taking a deep breath in hopes of calming myself.
Those hopes flew out the window when Carine laid her hand on my knee. "I was hoping I'd see ya here this weekend," she drawled, her hand slowly shifting up to rest on my thigh.
I couldn't talk anymore. Every nerve ending below my waist was blazing full alarms as her hand moved up toward the hem of my shorts. I was certain she could smell the musky scent of my wetness as I all but squirted in my panties.
"Did ya want to see me here too, Georgia?" Carine asked, her voice becoming husky in a way I'd only ever heard in my wet dreams.
It took all of my efforts to nod my head, and she grinned.
"Ya should've just said that a while back," she laughed as the tips of her fingers brushed against my clothed cunt. "Ya could've saved yourself a ton of troubles."
I let out a breathy laugh that was quickly swallowed up by a moan as her delicate fingers rubbed against the crotch of my shorts. "I wanna fuck you so bad," I moaned.
This had to be a dream. A very vivid, very dirty, very wonderful wet dream.
"Only if I can fuck ya too," she grinned.
Apparently, that was all it took for my brain to turn itself back on, because the next thing I knew I was straddling her waist while she lay in the hay.
My mouth was on her's in seconds, tasting her sweet tongue as it danced with mine. Our kisses were sloppy and filled with need, much unlike that first peck we'd shared ten years ago in this very barn. We knew what we were doing now, and we knew what we wanted. And while kissing Carine was amazing, I wanted to do much more to her amazing body while I had the chance.
I pulled back first, looking down at her. She was gorgeous as she lay under me. Her blonde hair was splayed around her, blending in with the golden hay, her pretty blue eyes clouded with desire. The curve of her waist felt exquisite between my legs, and I began to grind against her.
The resonating moan that escaped her lips had my cunt clenching with need as it moved against her stomach.
