"What if I could guarantee that Jack would never spy on Katy again, without causing the slightest scandal in this family?"
"How?"
"You'll just have to trust me...."
That had been three days ago, between my aunt Ellen and me. Although the general plan itself was now well-formulated in my scheming mind, I had yet to find the right set of circumstances in which to hatch the thing. During this time, in a kind of unspoken agreement, Aunt Ellen had refrained from confronting her 20-year-old son, Jack, or her 18-year-old daughter, Katy, on the suspicion that the two of them were either fooling around incestuously or that Jack was spying on his sister in a very naughty and sexual way.
The truth, of course, was that the two siblings had been sleeping with each other for some time, which I knew for an absolute fact, having witnessed an actual session of their incest firsthand. But that wasn't the whole truth—at least, it wasn't anywhere near the whole truth as far as what my aunt knew. For there was also the wonderful fact that I, too, had fucked my horny little cousin Katy. Unfortunately, Katy, being unable to see my face, had believed it had been her own brother giving her a second dose of cock in the same night, so this incredible truth was known only to me.
Now add to the mix that I, perhaps the luckiest 18-year-old on Earth, have also been having sex with my aunt and perhaps, my good friend, you'll truly be impressed. Or perhaps merely confused. Well, it's your job to catch yourself up on this amazing story. My job was to work out the situation so that I might actually get another chance to fuck my cousin Katy with her not only knowing it was me, but WANTING it to be me!
Waiting for the right time for me to hatch my plan was really tough. For the last two nights I'd had no choice but to pretend to be asleep while my older cousin, Jack, had quietly slipped from the room we'd been sharing only to return 20 or 30 minutes later. He had been in Katy's bed, of course. I was becoming quite jealous, as well as extremely horny, knowing that this boy was blowing his load with the help of his own sister. In the most morbid of ways it had also been a huge turn-on to be privy to their sexual encounters. Knowing what the inside of my cousin's vagina felt like—not to mention what it was like to squeeze her gloriously enormous boobs—only fueled my naked lust.
As what I would consider a very nice consolation, I had been lucky enough to have sex with my aunt one more time in the last three days. Yesterday, there had been a few hours where we had once again had the house to ourselves, and Aunt Ellen had taken this opportunity to reassure me that she had been to the pharmacy to get the "morning after" pill. I learned that the dose was in fact two pills, taken some hours apart, to ensure that any conception that had possibly taken place during our union (I had cum inside her twice in the same day) was destroyed. When she had been explaining this to me, I believe she had been trying to add, "We should've been more careful." But in a huge Freudian slip, these were the actual words to come out: "We should be more careful."
This had gotten me staring at her closely. The shift in grammar implied there would be future encounters. Somewhat nervously, I called her on that. She could only blush and look down. So I immediately moved to her, embraced her, and began nuzzling her neck. In response, she had looped her arms around me and allowed our embrace to turn into good old-fashioned making out.
Making out had turned into frantic stripping and dropping to the middle of the living room floor. To my delight and surprise, my aunt had straddled me and lowered herself right down on me, lovingly caressing my balls and shaft as she'd slid my hard cock into her pussy.
Moving slowly up and down, she smiled down at me. "Yes, my dear Tommy, we really MUST be careful now. Please let me know if you're going to cum, okay honey?"
"Okay," I said, grinning back up at her.
In the suddenness of it all, and feeling this wonderfully taboo pussy clenching my cock, I had not lasted very long this time. We managed to prolong it a few minutes at least: I would give a grunted warning, Aunt Ellen would whip herself off of me, wait a few seconds while staring hopefully at my glistening cock, then climb back up slip my penis back inside her once I'd managed to stave off my orgasm. We accomplished this three or four times, just long enough for her to have a pretty nice orgasm for herself, before the final time when I shouted out, "This is it!"
Aunt Ellen had lifted her pussy off me the final time, then very generously stroked my wet cock furiously with both hands, shouting "that's my boy" as a fountain of thick white semen spewed out of my convulsing cock in several powerful bursts. When I'd finished cumming, we had fun cleaning my semen from where it had splattered on various parts of our body. Best of all, unlike the other times we had fucked, Aunt Ellen did not say this must be our last. I knew now that I could probably have my aunt sexually just about any time I wanted.
But right now I had to concentrate on another member of my family: my cousin Katy. I wanted her too, badly. As a horny and foolish young man, I thought less about actual love and more about pure lust as my mind raced to consider all the variables in my plan. If I didn't pull it off flawlessly, there would be repercussions that would alter the very fabric of this family. Applying my aunt's words of caution to this new situation, I had to be VERY careful.
I had decided that the best circumstance in which to approach Katy with the first phase of my plan required her to be away from the house or work, somewhere isolated so that if for some reason she totally freaked out, screaming and scratching, it would not be around many witnesses. The circumstances were now approaching as I sat musing in the passenger seat of Jack's truck. We were driving to a semi-secret section of the river called Hell's Mouth. I don't know why it was named that, because the locale was quite beautiful. It was a place where the river shifted in a natural elbow. At this juncture, the normally swift-flowing river slowed and pooled into an awesome swimming hole. On one side of the hole several massive rocks jutted out, making for a thrilling but not suicidal 15- or 20-foot diving point.
Jack and I were going to meet Katy and her 19-year-old friend, Shelly, who were already at Hell's Mouth, having come a couple of hours earlier in Shelly's car. Jack had managed to score some booze and snacks, which was probably why we'd been invited to what would've been just a couple of girls laying out.
It took about 30 minutes to drive out from the small town to a point off a county road where it required another 10 minutes or so of hiking to get to the secluded Hell's Mouth. Jack parked off the road and we got out to get the supplies. Almost immediately I heard him shout, "Holy fucking shit!"
"What's wrong?"
"I grabbed the wrong fucking box! Look!"
Following his pointing gesture I glanced at the average-sized cardboard box that Jack had just opened. Inside were about thirty DVD cases. No booze, no snacks.
Trying to look as surprised as possible I said, "What the hell, dude?"
Jack shrugged, shaking his head in disbelief. He worked at the video store in town, and in preparation for this day he had hidden his illegally-acquired booze (he was only 20) in a box that looked like several others. To keep it low-profile, especially from his boss, he had set it in the back office next to another box known to be filled with extra DVD cases. Jack had told me this when I was hanging out with him in the video store for the last 30 minutes of his shift. Just before he left, while he was helping a customer, I had quickly slipped into the back office and switched the two boxes around.
Containing my excitement that this dirty little trick had worked, I said, "Well, we have to go get the stuff."
Jack said, "Okay. Goddammit!." When we both started to climb back into his truck, Jack turned to me and said, "Tom, you should just go ahead and hike on down there. We don't both need to go, and the girls will wonder what the hell is taking us so long."
Paused for effect. "Okay."
I got out and watched him for a moment, driving back up the road, back to town. I could see him cursing and slapping the steering wheel. I would now have a good hour or so alone with the girls before being joined again by Jack. I smiled broadly and turned to proceed down the narrow trail to Hell's Mouth.
The girls were expecting us but since they didn't know exactly when we'd be showing up I decided to make my way down to the swimming hole as quietly as I could. Remember, at the end of this trail, either near or in the water, were going to be two sexy girls in their bikinis. Well, I knew at least that Katy would be wearing her skimpy new black bikini. Shelly was taller, skinnier and more flat-chested than Katy, but she had quite the sexy body, too, so I doubted she'd be wearing anything too modest.
I could not have been better rewarded for my pains against poor Jack. As I made my way through the trees I could see the girls. They were laying out on a little beach-like section at the edge of the swimming hole. They were on their backs on long brightly colored towels.
