GSA
All players are at least eighteen. Any statistics noted in this story are made-up and have no basis in fact, that I am aware of.
Dan
Deb and I sat in loungers on the patterned concrete deck around my pool. Carl, Deb's son, was doing laps. The pool isn't quite as big as a college pool, but close enough. He's the star of his high school swim team and he trains constantly. He's a senior, turned eighteen a few months ago, heading off to college in the fall, full-ride swimming and academic. I'm just a little proud of my nephew.
Ashley, my daughter, is on a lounge, sunning. Her long blonde hair splayed out around her. Like me, she's tall and lean. She just turned eighteen and is headed to the same school as Carl. She's a volleyball player. No scholarship, she doesn't need one. She has me. She's Dean's list, straight A's all the way.
"This place is going to get a lot bigger when they go." My twin sister mused.
"Please, don't remind me. It is what it is, but I'll miss them more than I can say."
"Zenerva is an asshole. Look at what she missed."
Zenerva was my wife, who one day when Ashley was five, told me she had fallen in love with another woman. In a week, she and whomever went to some island in the Pacific, and we have never heard from her since.
"Her choice. Fortunately, Ashley was so young she had no memory of her. The only mother figure she has is her Aunt Deb, who spoils her shamelessly."
Deb laughed and sipped her iced tea, "Guilty as charged, but I learned from the best. Heli-skiing in Telluride with my son?"
"Hey, sis, you were invited."
Carl exited the pool at the far end, the light blue speedo framed his taut swimmer's body. Deb put her glass down. "Um, no thanks. I much preferred taking your daughter shopping with her daddy's credit card."
"That's what I get for leaving you two alone."
As Carl walked along the pool deck, a mischievous expression on his face, Deb took a deep breath, "I think about Jack a lot. He'd be so proud of Carl and Ashely."
Jack, Deb's husband, was a fireman in a large city. He was killed in the line of duty. Deb, at my insistence, sued the corporation that owned the building and received a big settlement, which, managed by me, the very successful investment guy, has allowed her to live without a need to work full-time.
"You're a great mother, Deb."
She turned to me, "And you have been a terrific father figure for Carl. Thank you."
At that point, decorum morphed into mayhem. Carl, tall, lean, and very defined, leaned over his cousin, his thick shock of shaggy blonde hair dripping water on her firm torso. Ashley opened her eyes in alarm as Carl slipped both arms under his sleeping cousin, and as she howled in protest, dumped her into the pool, diving in after her.
We both laughed, "Oh, it's on now." I said.
"Those two, you'd think they were the twins."
In the pool, Ashley cursed her cousin, climbed up his back, and, using her body as leverage, dumped Carl over.
Watching thisโand this was not the first timeโstirred feelings in me. Ashe looks like her mom and watching her wrestle with her cousin brought back a few pleasant memories and a guilty feeling. I'm not supposed to have those thoughts.
Looking over, Deb was staring at her son. Her pert nipples making little tents in her shirt. Carl's muscular, lean body glistened with water as he tossed his cousin around, and as has happened before, Ashley's swimsuit, if you can call it that, ended up floating in the pool. Then I caught it. Carl's hands slipped around and gently grasped his cousin's small breasts. It was a nanosecond. Ashely looked up at us, howled, and covered herself, but I could see it was an act. They were in the deeper end, so it was tough to see through the water, but I knew what I saw. Carl, the sort of gentleman, collected the pieces and turned away as she got herself back in order. We all laughed.
Ashley complained as they walked up the steps out of the pool. Carl's speedo did not conceal that he liked tossing his cousin around, and more. He wasn't hard, but he sure wasn't soft.
"Carl, you're a perv. You do that on purpose."
Carl shrugged and gave her his, good old boy smile, "One, you didn't have to engage, and two, you should think twice about wrestling with your big strong cousin wearing dental floss over you're your IBT's.
Ashley, catching Carl off guard shoved him back into the pool, "IBT that, you pig!"
Ashley's only an A, almost a B. I always thought she looked amazing, almost six feet tall, sinewy, and tanned. She's a little sensitive about her breasts, particularly because her aunt has more. Not huge, but full and round, her twin brother knowing all too well how they feel. That was a long time ago.
Carl got back out and dried off. Deb finished her iced tea, "Well, bro, we gotta head back to the house. Carl, you coming for dinner?" When Jack was killed, Deb couldn't stand to be in the city, so she moved. I already owned the house next to mine; I may have anticipated my twinโyou know how that twin thinking goesโand moved in. That was two years ago.
I cleaned up my kitchen, my mind, as usual, full of conflict. Normally I'd be over at Deb's house, but I do investment advising and my clients are very wealthy, very powerful, and very particular so, I meet them when it suits them and I have a meeting, online, in twenty minutes. It was going to be long, so I made a sandwich and sat at the kitchen table, thinking.
I do this a lot lately. Talk myself off the ledge of perversion. I have sexual thoughts about my twin sister and now, my daughter. Deb and I have a little history, but I've never done anything but admire Ashley. I have two problems with my daughter, one, she's my daughter, which stirs wicked thoughts, and two, she looks like her mom who was a sexual creature. I look at the clock, I have time.
On my bed, naked and hard, Ashley's thong pressed against my face as I masturbated. I got it out of the laundry this morning. I'm sure she masturbates in them, they smell so fucking good.
It doesn't take long, never does. As my cock spurts all over my abdomen, I remember watching that when I was eighteen, but it was my sister's hand making it happen.
Carl
So, just to make sure this is cool, I'm eighteen, ok? So's my cousin, Ashley. I had a girlfriend, Patty; we lost our virginity together. We fucked all the time. She taught me how to lick pussy and I taught her how to suck cock.
We broke up at the beginning of the summer. We're heading to different colleges and, to be honest, most of what we had between us was between our legs. But now I've got a problem. You see, I have noticed my mom and cousin. Yeah, I know, but you know what I mean. They aren't just my mom and cousin anymore, they are women. Fucking hot looking women.
I am pulling my dick off all the time thinking about them. It is so fucking wrong, but I can't help it. I use Mom and Ashe's panties to jack off. I don't do it often, I'm scared of being caught, but it is sooo fuckin hot.
I hugged Mom the other day. I've started hugging her more, she likes it, I have to be careful, I get hard. Anyway, I was standing behind her, put my arms around her body. I took a chance, had my hands higher, I felt the slightest swell of her breasts on my thumbs. Mom covered my hands, I think to stop me, but she didn't do it immediately. Maybe? No, I'm just a horny dope.
Ashley hates it when I throw her in the pool. I know that; I do it anyway because I think she doesn't hate it as much as she says. My cousin has the cutest little titties. I like small ones, so shoot me, okay? She knows I'm gonna toss her in the pool and she still wears tiny little swimsuits that always come off. With the water and all, I haven't seen her real naked, but I've seen those titties and I love them. She calls me a perv, but there's no anger in it and we both know it. Today was a first. I dumped her in and we wrestled, her little floss bikini fell off and I made a move, I put my hands over her breasts. She howled, but her nipples were rock hard and she let my hands stay there for a few seconds. Maybe. I have to be so careful. My cock has no fucking brain and this could be awful.
Dan
My client called and canceled. They do that. I closed the call with her and was about to head over to Debs when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and on my step was a woman, mid-twenties, curvy, with short black hair and blue eyes. In the seconds between when I saw her, and she spoke I had a thought.
"Hello, father."
My first girlfriend looked just like her. I ended up getting her pregnant. My family sent me off to boarding school. Her family was very, very conservative and powerful. I asked, but I was never told what happened. I assumed an abortion. We moved right after that. Now my past stood in front of me. I bumbled a quick reply.
"Um, hello?"