Disclaimer: All characters portrayed are over 18 years old at the time of any sexual activities depicted in this story. The tale contains incestuous sex between consenting adults. It also takes place in the early 1970s, so it is not meant to be sexist or homophobic, but during that time, those things were the way of the world. Some of the events actually took place. Of course, names were changed, and embellishments made to make the story complete.
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This chapter starts a little slow but ends with a bang. Enjoy!
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KISSING COUSINS PT. 3: Onward to the Beach
Molly was eagerly awaiting our arrival. I'm sure she was anticipating the time we would have at the beach and the enchanting vistas that nature would provide for our adventure. At the time, the beaches along the Gulf Coast were pristine, untouched by commercial development. Beautiful, golden sand dunes, covered in copious amounts of luscious sea oats, played upon the image from the blue sky to the horizon. Bordered from the south by the incredible blue-green clarity of the Gulf of Mexico, the gentle waves crashed harmlessly on the shore. In the few areas that were developed, palm trees, palmettos, banana trees, and other attractive exotic plants had been established, giving the aura of a tropical paradise.
When Molly got into the car, she reached over and kissed me tenderly on my cheek and rubbed my cock through my shorts. The reception Dez received was more extreme as she planted a formidable kiss on her lips, opening her mouth to slip her tongue gently inside.
As I was backing out of their driveway, I noticed the drapes from Molly's front window fall back into place. It seemed to me that someone had been watching as Molly got into the car. Molly sensing my curiosity almost instantly commented.
"That was Johnny. I saw him lurking in the living room before I walked out the door," Molly said, referring to her slightly older brother.
"What's going on with him?" I asked.
"You know how he feels about you, Ricky. I could've asked him if he wanted to come, but I didn't get to talk to y'all first. If he had come along, all he would've been doing is pining away to suck you off and maybe get you to screw him in the ass. I really didn't want to share him, or even take the possible chance that he would want to try straight stuff with Dez."
"It might be fun to include him, Molly," Dez commented with a twinkle in her eye. "Perhaps he might want to fuck his little sister, too." With that simple comment, Dez busted out laughing at her lover's expense."
"I think that would be cute and could be a little turn-on," adding my two cents to the ribbing, snickering as little as I could but obviously mirthful in my expressions.
Molly sat quietly for a moment, suddenly becoming stoic. Finally, after several moments of not moving, she commented. "I've fucked Johnny."
"What the fuck...?" both Dez and I shouted almost simultaneously.
"Cindy is responsible. She thought it would be great to try to get him away from sucking dicks. I mean, people are beginning to talk about Mama's 'queer-boy,'" Molly started. "It was her plan to seduce him herself, but it seemed Johnny had already had enough of Cindy's teasing bullshit, so he didn't trust her. As a matter of fact, Johnny called her 'a self-centered, conniving little bitch-whore' and then, seemingly upset, ran off."
"Man, oh, man!" I exclaimed.
"So Cindy told Marsha that it became her responsibility to try to make Johnny straight. Marsha refused, saying that the little brat could do what he wanted. Then Cindy cornered me and told me it was on my shoulders. I promised that I would have a talk with him, but I didn't promise I would fuck him," Molly continued.
"Johnny and I have always been close, more than we actually are to our older sisters. I knew I could talk to him about how he was embarrassing Mama. What I didn't understand was that big brother was ready for the talk. He knew what I wanted to talk about, having planned to reject Cindy from the get-go. For some reason, Johnny sensed that Marsha would refuse to go along with Cindy's plan. I would soon find out that he had been perving on me for as long as he had erections, even while Johnny had been having flings with his boyfriends. My brother told me he had been listening as Cindy had been plotting to intervene, and decided to use the opportunity to seduce me. I was completely unprepared, of course. His attack was direct and unmerciful."
"He planned it so he could screw you?" Dez asked incredulously.
"It was all about the incest; he told me it turned him on, but he couldn't tolerate Cindy's bullshit, and he knew Marsha wouldn't put up with his. Crap, I was to find out that he was only sucking guys' dicks to get our attention."
"You mean he's been sucking guys off to get noticed? He's not really queer?" I inquired, feeling my angst rising. "That kinda pisses me off."
"Come to find out, he likes both. I'd heard the whispers, girls murmuring about what a great fuck he is and how they loved sharing him with their boyfriends, those who've thought about sex with a guy but didn't do it because they were scared. They have girlfriends, and I guess they think that makes it okay. But there's another thing they like about him. I'd hear whispers about the special attribute that made him exciting to both the girlfriend and her boyfriend. Still, I never knew for sure what made Johnny so special." Molly smiled meekly, beginning to sniffle as she told the tale. "I found out when he fucked me, though."
"What's that? What could be so special about Johnny?" Dez asked as she reached for Molly to pull her tight.
"His cock is huge. I had a hard time getting it in me. I certainly couldn't get more than his head in my mouth when he tried to get me to suck him off. When it finally fit in my pussy, I felt nearly too full. The little shit told me he had problems fucking girls because of the size of his cock. Some of them were intimidated and would shy off. The girls who loved sharing him with their boyfriends were experienced and had been screwing around for a while. He really liked the innocent ones who had no experience. Most of them wouldn't screw anyway, but when they saw the size of his thing..."
"How big is it?" Dez asked.
"And why do you want to know, dingbat?" I came back.
"Just curious is all," she answered my glib remark, wrinkling her nose and snickering a little.
"I would say it's as long as my forearm and almost as thick," Molly stated.
"What?" I exclaimed, sort of shocked. "Most guys I know don't have more than five, six, or seven inches down there. You're talking nine or ten. I mean, he's such a small guy to have that size of a dick."
"Shit, Ricky, turn 'round, and let's go get him. This I gotta see." Dez shouted excitedly, almost immediately.
"Do you really think he'll go to the beach with us?" I asked.
"Ricky, he'll go to take the chance that you'll let him suck you off," Molly said. "That's the one thing he told me as he was filling me up when he was fucking the shit out of me. Johnny wants the chance to put your cock in his mouth. He said he needed to drink your cum."
"I'm not going back then. I told Johnny I wasn't like that. I thought he understood, and I certainly don't want to give him the wrong impression. I'm beginning to really have a problem with this shit."
"Chicken," Desirea teased. "It's not like you have to do anything, right. He might lust after you all he wants, but you don't have to allow anything to happen. It'd be hot, though, watchin' two guys going at it. You get to watch Molly and me. I'll bet you're afraid you'll like it."
"What? having him suck me off?"
"Perhaps it's more about what you might do that you're afraid of, Ricky," rubbed Desirea. "Anyway, it might be hot to see his excited cock going down your throat. What do you say, Molly?"
Molly sat quietly, wrapped in Dez's arms. When she spoke, the words that came out of her were not as needling as her lover's remarks were. "You know I don't tease like Dez does. I'm always about not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings. In this case, it's not whether you turn the car around and go get him because you're afraid of what he might do to you, but whether you love him as a cousin. You've always told me that he's your favorite boy cousin, and you'd do anything for him...within reason, of course."
"Shit...shit...shit!" I cursed as I stopped the car. "One of you teases me relentlessly, and the other makes me feel guilty as shit. I don't want to jeopardize what we've planned for the day, though. I don't know if adding a fourth to our group is a great idea, especially inviting Johnny," I commented. "...Molly, are you sure? You're right. He is my favorite guy cousin...perhaps I could put my distaste for his lifestyle away just for today to see how it'll play out." There was a moment's hesitation with my head banging gently on the steering wheel. I knew Molly understood my frustration, but I wasn't sure if Desirea did. I turned my head, looking both in the eyes. Molly was crying, Dez seemed to be pleading. I lifted my head with a sigh of resignation and then wheeled the car around.
I could see the expressions on the girls' faces change almost immediately. Molly stopped crying. Dez...well, Dez was smiling from ear to ear, seemingly in anticipation of some more taboo sex in the form of a giant cock attached to her second cousin. For me, I was thinking of what it would be like to watch Molly getting fucked repeatedly by her brother. There was also that other thing that would always hover over the scene. Would I allow the proverbial "elephant in the room" to be released? Would I let him do anything sexual with me? I wouldn't, I resolved, and at the time, I truly meant it.
