This story contains descriptions of Incest, Anal, Lesbian, Hetro, Bi and Wet Sex, All characters are over the Age of Consent. If you are offended by any of the above go no further, if your not...Enjoy.
(THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS – COMMENTS WELCOME)
Chapter 1:
Mind you, it was a very pleasant way to have been bought back to earth, I had been mindlessly working away at a jammed genoa winch when the knock against the hull interrupted me, I looked up the half-meter to the pontoon to be greeted with the sight of two pantie-covered crotches, one pale pink the other pale blue and if the way the material dissappeared into a couple of cute butt cracks I'd say g-string type panties.
"Enjoying the view Uncle Ben?" laughed Sorrell, daughter of my best mate Roger and his beautiful wife Clare. Sorrel was the pink and her twin sister Claris the blue.
"Well are you two going to come on board or just squat there all day? Because..."
"Better not, sis", interrupted Claris, "poor Unlce Ben is starting to look uncomfortable down there."
The girls stepped carefully down into the cockpit of "WhereTo" my 52 foot trimaran and also my home. Plonking themselves down on the cockpit cushions.
I should explain, the twins are now 18 and I had known them since I'd fallen into a relationship with the Mother and Father almost 12 years before, while I am sure that they were both fully aware that Roger, Clare and I were involved in a sexual relationship, they treated me as they always had, as a favoured uncle. Mind you most of the tickling and other childish games had ceased long ago. I still got lots of cuddles and chaste kisses from the lithesome young beauties and the occasional show that I'd just experienced and I know for sure that they did that on purpose....games young girls play I guess.
"And, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" I asked as I collected my usual kisses.
"Oh God! Uncle Ben, have you forgotten we're all s'posed to be going sailing with you, Mum and Dad dropped us off to help you get tidied away while they went and got supplies for the weekend" Sorrel reminded me.
"Oh shit!!!, I'd forgotten all about that, this winch has been driving me nuts for the last couple of days and I've just got it back together, sorry girls."
"We're still going though, aren't we?" asked Sorrel, who loved sailing and was turning into a very competent skipper.
"Of course, but I need to get some beer on board, there's plenty of wine and stuff, but I'm low on Crownies and that beer your Mum likes."
"WhereTo" was pretty tidy anyway, I'd had a big clean-up yesterday so I asked the girls if they'd give her the once over while I went ashore to get some beer.
"No problems Uncle Ben, will you be long?" asked Claris.
"Probably about an hour or so, she's pretty neat and tidy so you won't have much to do", I replied grabbing my wallet and jumping up on to the pontoon.
As it turned out, I was only gone for ¾ of an hour and as I went to get on board I looked down into the master stateroom and just about passed out, I could tell one of my DVD's was playing by the soundtrack, moaning, groaning sex sounds and Sorrel and Claris where laying on my bed, stripped to their little g-strings, a hand between each others legs, stroking gently while their other hands' were twisting and pulling at their erect nipples. They were both totally engrossed in the action on the screen, and no doubt on the sensations they were creating in each other's panties. I watched for perhaps 5 minutes as their fingers delved beneath the crotch of each other's g strings and as they continued playing with their nipples. They looked absolutely beautiful as they enjoyed their own and each others bodies, I could only imagine what else would happen if I didn't interrupt, but I couldn't just stand there, and besides Roger and Clare could arrive at any time.
I stepped on to the deck,, placing the beer I was carrying noisily, fiddled around for perhaps five minutes before they both came up the companionway ladder looking flushed but smiling broadly, once again dressed in their very short skirts and singlet tops, however their erect nipples, and they were big, erect nipples, stretched the material and I could clearly see the ripe pinkness through the skimpy tops.
They were still holding hands, smiling and almost giggling as Claris said,"You were not away very long Uncle Ben?" "Not long enough you mean", laughed Sorrel, giving me a cheeky grin and her sister a hug.
"Hi everyone" came a call as Roger and Clare came along the pontoon, effectively preventing me from reacting to the girls' little game. Clare came on board first, she was wearing exactly the same outfit as her daughters and she was as beautiful now as she was when we first met, and had a body that women 10 years younger envied. I scored a fleeting but passionate kiss and a pelvic thrust that pressed hard against my semi erect cock, as she felt it she gave a me a questioning look for a moment but then a knowing sort of look flashed quickly in her eyes as she winked at me. I just shrugged dumbly.
Roger started handing shopping bags and boxes of supplies over the safety rails which I passed on to Clare and she passed down to the twins in the saloon. We'd done this many times before and had the routine down pat and we were soon motoring out of the Boat Harbour. We'd been pretty busy getting away and while the scene I'd witnessed between Sorrel and Claris kept playing over and over in my mind, I never had the opportunity to tell Roger and Claire what I'd seen.
Some hours later we were running along under a following wind at about 8 knots, the twins were forward in the tramp, "catching rays", while Clare was on the helm. I was sitting behind her running my hand up her leg, to her panti-covered crotch as Roger pulled my semi-erect cock from my pants and slowly began stroking it, he pulled his own cock out with his other hand and was slowly stroking it as well. I knocked his hand away so I could do for him what he was doing for me. I slid my fingers into Clare's panties, immediately finding her wet cunt and sliding two fingers into her.
"Ohhhh......mmm, I've been waiting for that all day" murmered Clare as I slid a juice covered digit into her arse and slowly finger-fucked her cunt and arsehole at the same time.
"You lying bag" laughed Roger, "you've been wondering around the Shopping Centre with a cunt full of cum all morning"
"Yes, but this is different, I'm getting both of my holes fingered and I can see you two wanking each others cocks, that always makes me hot, Rog, suck Bens cock for me."
Clare always took control of all our sex games, it was she who had first convinced Roger and I that oral sex between guys wasn't all that bad, and we now enjoyed that aspect of our love affair as much as we enjoyed fucking and sucking Claire.
I gasped a little as I felt Roger's lips glide over the head of my cock and he began to suck strongly.
"Guys," I said, "we really need to talk for a moment", I pulled my fingers from Clare's panties and sucked her juices from them, Roger let my cock slip from his mouth, catching a glistening drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock as he did so. Strangely enough I kept slowly stroking his rock hard cock, it felt comforting in my hand as I tried to work out what I was going to say to them. This could quite likely be the end of a long and loving relationship.