The twins broke free of the overgrowth and tromped out onto a small secluded beach of chilly, glittery sand. Blaze and Michelle had already kicked off their sandals. Seay and Tracy removed theirs, too.
"Here, hit this," Blaze said as the twins padded across the sand. The handsome, dark-haired couple stood hunched around a dimly lit joint, their backs to the lake and its incessant breeze.
"Sweet," said Tracy, accepting the offer. She carefully pinched the delicately (poorly) hand-rolled cigarette out of Blaze's fingers.
"You shouldn't," said Michelle, making her lips into a cock-sucking O and pointing to them with a wink. "You'll get dry mouth."
"Good thing I brought these then," sneered Tracy, holding up the six-pack of hard lemonades. Two remained unopened alongside four open-mouthed empties.
"Clever girl," said Blaze.
"Great," scoffed Michelle.
"Oh, get over yourself," puffed Tracy, exhaling smoke as she spoke.
"I AM over myself."
Michelle pronounced "Am" like "Em."
"What does that even mean?" Blaze chortled. "'Over yourself?' Like, what's even supposed to be up there?" He pointed above his head. He was acting high already - probably not unrelated to the blowjob he was about to receive.
"Your turn," said Tracy, proffering the joint to Seay.
Seay gingerly received the limp, wrinkly thing. He brought the soggy butt to his lips. He inhaled. It tasted of rich, expensive weed. Pity it was so poorly rolled. He exhaled a thick, anxious cloud of smoke. It smelled different on the way out. Then he took one more puff, and passed it along to Michelle.
A little glowing emberlet tumbled out the front end of the joint during the handoff, fell, and went dark in the sand between his foot and hers.
"Nice going," Michelle tutted, pursing her lips in dismay. "You dropped the cherry."
"S-sorry," Seay said.
"It took forever to get this lit," she sighed. She flicked a lighter. She flicked it again. The lighter's flame shot up briefly, then vanished on the very next breeze. "Dammit," she spat, and flicked it again.
"H-here, can I?" said Seay, and took the joint and lighter. He turned leeward, cupped his hands around what he was doing, and relit the joint on his very first attempt. When he handed back the joint, Michelle's judgmental stare had softened somewhat.
"Lighter, please," she said, holding out her slim, tan, pale-palmed hand. She'd jerked him off with that hand. She'd swallowed his cum, too. And now she wanted her lighter back.
He handed it back to her.
"Good boy," she smirked, and the look she gave him made him feel excellent.
Whoa. This was good weed.
"Whoa," said Tracy the next time the joint came back around. "This is good weed. I'm already, like, blazed."
It took her a second.
"Oh!" her eyebrows shot up. She grinned at Blaze. She opened her mouth to laugh and speak at the same time, and wound up coughing her lungs out instead.
Seay felt like giggling. But he didn't want to. He looked at Michelle, who had her lips clamped shut around the joint. Her cheeks were sucked in a bit, and a little bit of the skin at the corners of her eyes was crinkled up. Her face was so strangely pretty. She looked like a model for something expensive and European. She exhaled her smoke at him, catching him staring googly-eyed. This smoke had just been inside her lungs. Now it was inside his nose.
"Your boyfriend isn't very subtle is he?" Michelle smirked at Tracy.
"Neither is yours," Tracy said, gesturing to the obvious boner inside Blaze's shorts.
"Oh?" Blaze mugged. He looked down where everyone else was looking. He chuckled at his own expense. "Yeah. That's me alright."
"So, alright then," Michelle rolled her eyes. "Let's get on with this, shall we?"
"Not so fast," Tracy said sweetly. "Let a girl get ready, will you?"
Tracy turned and bent coquettishly at the hips to fetch herself a hard lemonade from the six-pack in the sand. She handed one to Seay, too. Her ass in the moonlight shone majestic in her shorts.
"Damn kid," whistled Blaze.
"What?" Tracy giggled, wagging her ass to and fro. "You like?"
"You promise you're eighteen, right?"
"We both are," Seay butted in, maybe a little too eagerly. Blaze gave him a curious look. Then he turned his focus back to his sister.
Tracy rose, cranked the cap off her bottle, and gave it a lusty swig. She threw the cap into the lake with a far-off 'plip.' Then she knelt, planted the bottle in the sand, and beckoned Blaze toward her.
"Okay, hot stuff," she said. She pointed to the sand in front of her. "Here."
Seay gasped audibly, quite by accident. He loosed a surprised breath from his lips. Tracy gave him a pitiful look.
"You don't have to watch if you don't want," she said.
"Why shouldn't he?" Blaze scoffed, undoing his fly as he sauntered up to Tracy's head. "His hot girlfriend's about to suck a beautiful cock."
"Just let me," Tracy said, smacking Blaze's hands to get out of the way so she could do like she'd seen Michelle do to her brother. She sniffed Blaze's cock through his underwear. She smelled his ugly, manly, salty smell. She let it razzle her olfactory centers, confounding them with the message: savor this. The stink made her smile. She licked Blaze's humongous smelly cock through the fabric of his boxers.
Blaze chortled unexpectedly.
"I taught her that," Michelle snickered as she sidled up to Seay. She sort of bumped her shoulder against his. "Remember?"
"Y-you're really doing this," Seay said. He looked at the crown of his sister's head, instead of at her lips stretching to fit Blaze's cock into her oral cavity, where her voice normally lived. Her hair glistened even at night.
"Like you have room to talk," was all Tracy had to say to that, a moment later, after disgorging Blaze and swallowing her first gag reflex. "I was literally sitting right next to you when slutface here sucked you in the car."
Seay blushed. Michelle laughed.
Blaze was not a small guy. His cock was a good deal thicker than Seay's, and longer, too. Its head was dark and bulbous. The shaft was riddled with big, lumpy veins. His foreskin was sort of weird and fun to play with.
Tracy grabbed the cock by its base, pulled its foreskin back, and popped its tip in her mouth. It was big and salty and bland. She loved it very much.
Blaze exhaled loudly.
Tracy sucked him deeper into her mouth. Blaze sighed and placed a hand on top of her head.
Seay could hear his sister sucking cock. She was making noises like Michelle had made.
Michelle nudged him. He offered her a sip of his drink. She took the bottle, had a swig. When she handed it back, the mouth was greasy with fruity lip gloss. And sure enough, Michelle made eyes at him the second he noticed.
Seay looked out at the lake. It was vast and abyssal. The moon's face quivered atop the surface some hundred meters out.
"Wow. Look at her go," Michelle sighed. She hooked her arm in Seay's. "Are you looking?"
Seay wondered what it must be like to drown in so much silent, rippling, moonlight.
"Hey," Michelle said, and elbowed him.
"What?" Seay played dumb.
"Look."
He looked.
Blaze was thrusting gently, his fingers woven into Tracy's hair. Tracy had a hand down the front of her shorts, fingering herself.
Blaze glanced up at Seay and smirked.
Out of nowhere, Michelle felt at Seay's crotch. He had an erection.
"He's haaard," she sang, teasing.
Tracy moaned. She gagged on the fat thing in her mouth.
Michelle reached into his shorts and underwead and felt his bare cock again. Her fingers were so slim and cool. Seay flinched.
"You like this, don't you?" Michelle smirked. "You like watching your girlfriend suck my boyfriend's cock."
"G-goshhh," Seay pleaded, unable to think coherently.
Michelle was fishing deeper, finding his nuts. And now she began gently tugging at them, toying, taunting. She very, very lightly grazed her fingernails along the midline of his scrotum. It was very, very weirdly pleasant.
"I like it, too," she purred. She rung her fingers and thumb around the base of his shaft. "Want a better view?"
"W-what?" Seay frowned at her. She held him by the cock inside his shorts. Her hand was cold and warm at the same time.
"Come," she ordered, and slipped her hand out of his shorts. She stepped forward, into the tableau, and knelt just beside the ongoing blowjob.
"What?" Seay said again.
Michelle patted the coarse, cool sand beside her.
"Come sit," she said gently. "It's a much better view down here, I promise."
Seay felt his body obey her command against his volition. He felt the sand rise to cushion his knees. He smelled his sister's steamy, lemon-scented exhalations. He smelled Blaze's cologne and pheromones. He was as hard as he'd ever been in his life. How long ago had that crazy, 60 mph blowjob been? Minutes? Hours? Had it happened at all?
"God, look at her face. Poor thing. She's crying!"
Tracy grunted, dislodged Blaze's cock from her gullet, and spat in the sand. She wiped her mouth on her arm. She glared at Michelle.
"Am not," she panted. "This just. Happens. When I. Choke." She wiped her tears away. "I'm having fun." She spat again, another massive loogie. Her saliva glands were working in overdrive right now. Blaze's cock was just so fricking yummy. She kept one small fist tight around his shaft as she stared down his slutty, catty girlfriend.
"Wanna let me have a turn?" Michelle stared back.
