A Sequel to "holidays"

Ashson's story Holidays was published July 3, 2019. The fun continues.

I know there must be many people besides myself who read excellent five-star stories by Ashson and want a sequel to know what actually happens after he ends his story with his typical "I wonder if..." or "Maybe I should..." or in this case "Something to think about."

So perhaps with way too much hubris I have decided to write just such a sequel. Apologies to Ashson the master and also in advance to those who might be offended by my hubris. Anyway, it's nonconsent, right? In keeping with Ashson' style, the story is short. You'll want to read Ashson's story Holidays in Nonconsent before reading this one, although it is not strictly necessary.

PS:

I have received Ashson's permission to publish this sequel to his excellent story.

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Michelle and I talked almost all night. We finally fell out around 4AM. We were both incredulous that we had not only each had sex, but that the two guys had taken us right in front of the other couple. How perverted were they? It was hard to believe we were even related to such Cretans, even if we didn't know precisely what the relationship was: it was so twisted and complicated and diffuse that it couldn't be taken too seriously.

Neither of us had been virgins, of course. Michelle had a boyfriend who would not be happy about what had happened if he were ever to find out (which he never would!), and I had just broken up with my true love who had turned out to be not so true. We kept going over and over it and wondering how we could have let things spiral out of control so much.

"You know what they say about drunk girls who let a boy, uh, take advantage of them?" I asked Michelle.

"You mean that the booze just allows you to do what you had wanted to do anyway but your better judgment forbade?" Michelle replied.

"Yes, exactly. Do you think in this case...?"

"No booze was involved, remember? We're under age and the old guys are quite strict about that, aren't they?" Michelle said.

"You got that right," I replied. "Anyway, neither of us wanted to fuck either guy. What happened was rape!"

"I enjoyed it, you know," Michelle said.

"So did I, in fact, but that changes nothing! You know that, too," I said, getting annoyed with Michelle.

"Yes, you're right of course. Just out of curiosity, how was sex with Sam? He's kind of dishy, you know. It looked as if you were really getting into it near the end, bouncing around on top of him as you did," Michelle said.

I blushed and channeled anger which was not hard to do. I began to sputter, so angry and flummoxed I didn't know what to say.

"Never mind," Michelle said. "I think I know the answer, anyway. And in case you're wondering, my sex with Neil was the best I've ever had! I know it was nonconsensual, but my orgasm was over the top anyway. That can happen you know."

"Obviously," I replied, "Since you just told me it did. You know, don't you, they're going to come sniffing around for a replay. We're sitting ducks. We need a strategy."

"They wouldn't dare. Not a second time!" Michelle said, her words dripping with incredulity.

I gave her my look of devastating disdain.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Any ideas?" Michelle said.

"Well, first we avoid them all day. If we see them from afar we retreat quickly. If we can't avoid them we make sure we're around other people, like our parents or grandparents or aunts and uncles. Kids don't count, they could shoo them away," I said.

"What about after dinner? That's the most likely time," she said.

"We linger at the table as long as possible, and then we go straight up to my room and lock the door," I said.

"Does your room door lock? Mine is broken," Michelle said.

We tried the lock. It worked, but it had one of those child-safety locks where you could unlock it from outside with a pin or even the tip of a ball point pen. It's a control in case a child locks herself in her bedroom and for some reason an adult needs to get in. Sadly, though, we didn't know about that trick.

Our strategy worked perfectly, and after dinner we stayed at the dinner table until there was nobody left but Grandpa, we rushed to my room, locked the door and giggled. We began to discuss what might have happened had we not been so clever.

"Neil would have raped me again, no question," Michelle said. "I'll bet Sam and you would have watched again and then Sam would have forced sex upon you, too."

"I'm not sure he would have had to force me," I said thoughtfully. "Yes, he raped me last night, but now that we've had sex, well, I did kind of enjoy it after I recovered from the shock and the outrage. On some level it was kind of incestuous and that's kinky, right? I'll never admit that to him or to anyone but you, Michelle. You have to promise to keep it secret, okay?"

"Sam was that good? I'm so jealous!" Michelle said.

"Oh, come on Michelle. Are you going to tell me you didn't enjoy your sex with Neil? I know you climaxed. I saw it all, remember?"

"Okay, okay, maybe I did enjoy it a little. No way though I would ever let him fuck me again!"

"What about sex with Sam?" I asked.

"What about it? You just told me it was good and that he could do you again without having to force you, right?" Michelle replied.

"I meant would you let Sam, not Neil, have his way with you?" I asked.

"No way! I have a boyfriend, remember? I'm not going to go around fucking every Neil, Sam and Harry that comes around sniffing at my crotch, Janis. Get a grip! Anyway, we avoided them all day and now we're safely locked up in your room, so all this talk is just stupid, you know? You can fuck them both. I'd watch!" Michelle ended, letting her voice rise just a bit in her anger and exasperation.

Having eavesdropped on our conversation through my bedroom door which was a remarkably thin wooden door, the two boys used the trick with a ballpoint pen to open the lock and the door. They joined us in the room, re-locking the door behind themselves.

They both looked at me. They resembled wolves eyeing a spring lamb. They even seemed to be drooling just a bit in anticipation.

"That's an excellent idea, Michelle," Sam said. "Janis, who do you want first?"

"Michelle didn't mean what she said. She was just talking idly, right Michelle? There's no way I'm fucking both of you!" I said.

"Okay. You can fuck only one of us, right Sam?" Neil said.

"Sure. I want Michelle. You got her last night. You can have Janis, okay?" Sam said.

"What am I? Second prize? Leftovers? Fuck you! Get out of here!" I said.

"No, no, you misunderstand. You were spectacular last night. Best fuck of my life, Janis. But it's Christmas and I'm Christian and Neil and I want to share, in the Christian spirit. It would be selfish for each of us to fuck only who we fucked last night, wonderful though it was," Sam said.

"Really? I was the best fuck of your life? I don't believe that. You're just saying it to get into my panties again," I said.

"No, you really were the best fuck of my life, and I'm not trying to get into your panties, I'm trying to get into Michelle's panties," Sam said.

"Why?" Michelle asked. "If Janis was the best fuck of your life, common sense would mean you'd like a repeat, wouldn't it?"

"Good point," Sam replied, "Except you have to factor in what Neil said about your sexual talents after you two had fun last night. He raved!"

"Really, Neil? You raved to Sam about me?" Michelle said, looking directly at Neil and batting her eyelashes.

"Of course I did, sweetheart. A bit too much, I'm afraid, because now Sam has his heart set on you tonight. Would you mind terribly if we simply swapped partners tonight? We have tomorrow night together too, and then knowing how everyone is in bed, we can all make informed choices for the last night. What do you say?" Neil replied.

Michelle looked hopelessly confused and I just began to laugh. "Words aren't going to work, boys, you're going to have to use force again. Sex is not happening tonight."

As I was speaking those words, however, Sam was kissing Michelle. The way the two of them were kissing indicated the game was already lost, at least for Michelle.

Neil came over to me. "Come sit on my lap while we watch the two lovers, pretty woman," he said.

"In your dreams," I said.

"Oh come on, Janis. I'll be good. We're cousins, after all," Neil said.

Neil whispered in my ear as I watched Michelle and Sam make out. They were having a really good time. Neil was so convincing, too. The man has a way with words. After a while and some nibbling on my neck (a real vulnerability with me), and combine that with me being an idiot, but at least I was smirking, I complied, telling Neil not to get any ideas.

I was astonished at how easy Michelle was! All this nonsense about loyalty to her boyfriend seemed to have vanished. When she was down to her panties and obviously tuned on and willing, she said to Sam that I had said this was incest in some remote way.

"Yes, I guess it is. Very diluted incest, but incest. Why, does that turn you on?" Sam said.

"Test the waters and see, big boy," the non-reluctant Michelle replied.

Sam fingered her as she groaned and then he shut up her noises, or at least diminished them, by kissing her full on, open mouth, the works, all the while still fingering her. To my surprise Michelle did not take long to climax.

While Michelle was at her most vulnerable right after her climax, Sam entered her, and Michelle again began to moan, loudly this time, as Sam pumped away inside her.

"Kiss her and stop those moans before someone comes!" I whispered urgently to Neil.

Neil want over to Michelle and kissed her as Sam continued to fuck her, now more vigorously than ever. Wow, he was really letting her have it! At some point Michelle had been rendered naked although for the life of me I didn't even see that happen. Neil took advantage and began to rub and tweak her nipples as Sam fucked her. Michelle was now writhing around and moaning loudly which was fortunately dimmed by Neil's mouth on top of hers.

I saw Michelle's stomach rise off the bed and I knew that was the tell-tale sign her climax was near. Sure enough it came, and it was rather spectacular. Michelle resembled an epileptic having a fit as her entire body shook for a sustained full minute or more as a tidal wave of endorphins must have overwhelmed her brain.

Sam unloaded inside her. Neil pushed him out of her and he quickly took her place! Both Michelle and I were stunned, but Michelle quickly adjusted and groaned out some more of her pleasure as now Neil's slightly larger cock began filling her up nicely and pumping away.

Sam came over to sit with me, still naked, his cock covered with cum and Michelle's juices, as I sat there in a state of mild shock and still fully dressed. We sat next to each other in silence as we once again watched Neil fuck Michelle. This time Michelle was not only a willing participant but to all appearances she seemed to be quite an enthusiastic participant!

I was fascinated watching the sex, but also grossed out and if anything, it destroyed any sexual desire I might have had towards either Neil or Sam. Once Neil had unloaded deep inside Michelle, adding his spunk to Sam's earlier load, he came over to me and sat next to me. I noticed Sam was hard once again.

"You two boys have had your fun. Get dressed and leave. Fun and games are over for tonight," I said. Realizing having them on either side of me put me at risk, I quickly moved to get up off the bed but Sam was quicker. Sam stuck out his arm preventing my rise and pushed me back down on the bed. I tried again to get up and was frustrated a second time. Beginning to panic I tried a third time. No luck.

Resigned, I just sat there fuming, as Sam nibbled at my neck and Neil stroked my thigh slightly under my skirt. "It's not going to work, boys. You both got your rocks off at Michelle's expense and now I'm ordering you to leave. Sexual activity is over for tonight!"

"Is that anyway to speak to your cousins?" Neil said.

"Yes, given the way you're behaving, and besides, I'm not even sure you actually are my cousins! I kind of hope I'm not related to anyone who would behave in as disgusting a fashion as you and Sam have been doing!" I said. I think Michelle had fallen asleep. She was still naked and just lying there, eyes closed. At least she had closed her legs, thank goodness.

"She's right Neil. We should go," Sam said. "It's a pity you're going to miss getting into such a spectacular pussy. Actually I kind of like being the only guy here who knows that heavenly joy Janis' pussy can provide," Sam said.

"Yeah, I guess so. Pity, that. Kiss goodnight, Janis? Please?" Neil said.

"Okay," I said, relieved that they were going.

"I'm first!" Sam said, and he turned my head to face him, his cock still rock hard. He kissed me tenderly and lovingly. I wasn't expecting such a kiss. Then he kissed me again, and again, and again and the kisses gradually became passionate. I began to get wet. Dammit, he was turning me on! He was seducing me. I pushed him away.

"Your turn, Neil," I said. The exact same thing happened. I got so aroused by Neil's kisses on top of Sam's kisses, that I barely noticed (although of course I most certainly did notice) when Sam raised my T shirt up to my neck. He then raised me arms and Neil backed off. Up and off my T shirt came followed quickly by my bra. Neil resumed kissing me as my generous boobs began to bounce a little due to Sam's hands being all over them.

Sam worked magic on my boobs while Neil stoked the fires of passion within me with his kisses. My outrage was gone and my resistance was rapidly sinking into the quicksand of iniquity. I actually lifted my hips to let Sam take off my skirt (which had already become, unbeknownst to me, unzipped!) and my panties in one fell swoop, rendering me stark naked and totally aroused.

Neil was still kissing me wondrously as he gently, ever so gently, pushed me down on my back onto the bed while Sam spread my legs. Neil was now hard too, and his big cock entered my pussy and I began to receive the fuck from heaven. Why hadn't Michelle told me how magnificently Neil could fuck a girl?

I wrapped my legs around his back and tried to pull him even deeper inside of me as he pummeled my poor little body. Sam reached in between us and played with my boobs as Steve focused on fucking me to smithereens. Sam's right hand then meandered down to my clit and began some magic there and I lost it. I didn't have a pseudo epileptic fit as had Michelle, but believe me when I say it was the most intense orgasm of my life.

At that point my resistance had not only disappeared it had been replaced by an equally strong measure of enthusiasm. Perhaps that explains, although I don't think it does, why I welcomed Sam's cock to my cunt once Neil had finished with me.

I had done and behaved exactly like Michelle before me. I had done exactly what had disgusted me when I watched Michelle in horror, and now it was me. Well, we're cousins, aren't we? Maybe it's in our DNA to behave this way. Maybe tomorrow Michelle and I can check with some of the aunts in our bloodline to see if there's familial precedence. I'll bet there is.

Some of the older aunts came of age in the 1960s, after all. Back then it was an anything goes kind of casual free sex ambiance, or so I hear. There's even an old picture of a couple of my great aunts with flowers in their hair and precious little clothing on their bodies. They had hot bodies, too. Just saying.

Okay, we await tomorrow. Tomorrow we'll see what's what. I wonder what the boys will plan for the final night. Whatever it is, it should be good! I for one can't wait. Right now however I need a good long soak in a nice, hot bath.

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I hope you liked this sequel to Ashson's story "Holidays." Comments will be greatly appreciated.