Slow Burn To A Family Threesome Ch 02

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

The slow burn to incest started in part 1. In this chapter, things develop until I finally admit to myself that I want to have sex with my mother and my sister.

Some days passed. I kept stealing glances at my mother and sister. It's surprising how many glimpses you get when they're not paying attention -- some side-boob here, an upskirt panty glimpse there, bent over... They seemed to be bent over so often I wished I had a camera to make an album.

The most memorable of these was mum working in the garden. I happened to look out the window from Emma's room -- I had put a pile of fresh sheets there for her -- and I saw mum clearly pulling her panties up under her loose skirt. I could think of no other explanation than that she'd peed in the garden.

One fine early summer day, we're getting ready to go to the beach. Mum and Emma had decided to put their bikinis on under shorts and t-shirts and carry their dry change of clothes in their bags, as we all usually did. I had my ear buds in listening to something loud and heavy, so I didn't hear them in the lounge room. I walked in and there they were, both in bikini bottoms but no tops. I turned and walked out, apologising. In my mind I realised that Emma's bottoms were yellow and mum's were dark blue, and each held the bikini bra of the other in their hand so I figured, as usual, they were trying each other's things on.

And I'd seen the four prettiest tits in my world when they did.

Black Reef Beach is perfect. It's long, sandy and sheltered by cliffs. Best of all it's rarely got more than half a dozen people because it's way off the beaten track.

Mum had settled for the dark blue outfit. Emma went for a swim as soon as we'd arrived. She'd already lotioned up but mum had forgotten to do so.

"Oh honey undo the back of my bra for me."

She held the cups to her breasts as I lotioned up her back, kneeling behind her. I stroked her slowly, partly as a son's caress and partly to prolong the time I was looking down her cleavage. On my side strokes my hands glided over the soft flesh of the sides of her breasts and on the downward strokes, I ensured she was fully protected from the sun by applying lotion just inside her bikini bottoms too, and I was surprised at the sudden erotic tension I felt when my fingers went to the tops of her bare buttocks. Then she lay on her stomach, and I sat beside her in the soft sand, occasionally catching glimpses of the squashed sides of her ample boobs.

Emma came back dripping and stood on the other side of mum breathing heavily from her exercise. I looked at her breasts and flat stomach appreciatively, but mostly my eyes were drawn to her erect nipples poking at the yellow fabric as she swept through her hair with her towel. She caught my eye, looked down at her cleavage, then shook her head at me playfully.

After a few minutes, Emma was talking softly to mum. The only part I heard clearly was mum saying: "Ask him!"

Then Emma said: "OK. Mike? Would you be freaked out if I went topless?"

Hell yes, and I'll need some alone time or a cool swim...

"Um, no. If you're OK with it, I suppose not."

"Good."

And off came the top. I turned my head away, I guess she must have applied lotion to her bare breasts and I half wished I'd seen her do that but mostly I just wanted to pretend my cock wasn't paying attention. It was a losing battle when mum said: "Well, if her boobs don't bother you, I hope mine won't!"

Oh shit are you two serious?

She rolled on her back and ditched her bra. They both knew I was looking so I complimented them: "Y'know you two have the best boobs..."

Emma: "On the beach?"

"Haha. Yeah. Even though we're alone. If it was Bondi Beach in mid-summer, you'd still win."

"Mum, did you raise a pervert. He's looking at our tits!"

"Hush, child! Don't make me blush. Jesus Mike, they're just breasts!"

And Mount Everest is just a hill.

"Yeah, but they're my mum's and my sister's breasts."

Mum looked at me and blushed a little, but she did not cover up. I pushed my joke a little, but it was close to the truth: "Too much gorgeous female flesh here. I'm gonna cool of in the water."

I heard them giggling behind me as I jogged to the water's edge and dived in. It silenced my cock, for the time being. I swam around for maybe fifteen minutes, then confident that my dick wouldn't give me away I began walking back to my family. I should have maybe waited another couple of minutes.

Both Emma and mum were rubbing and kneading their breasts to apply more lotion. Sitting up like that, the full glory of those four glistening orbs drew my eyes like magnets. I couldn't turn away or they'd know I was 'uncomfortable', so I tried to sit and dry myself casually.

"You need some, Mike?" Mum shook the lotion tube.

"Um, no I don't think so."

"Yeah you do. You always did burn easily."

Seconds later I'm sitting on my towel on the sand while my topless mother is lotioning my back and shoulders. I can't help but notice her tits, shiny and so close, jiggling and bouncing. I looked over at Emma with a look that said

help!

And she giggled and that made her tits jiggle as well. But she did try to rescue me: "Mum! You're making him uncomfortable!"

"What? Am I, honey?"

"Um, a little mum."

"Won't be much longer. Can you do your own chest?"

I hastily applied some of the white goo and lay on my stomach. I don't know if my mother saw my erection, but Emma did.

Ten minutes later she upped the ante: "Let's all go for a dip. C'mon mum, nobody'll see us!"

I protested: "I just got dry!"

"Oh, come on son, please. It'll be fun."

Not for me. I gotta walk down the beach with a tent pole in my shorts...

In a few seconds, one tiny incident was to change the course of my relationship with my sister, and eventually also with my mother.

Mum began bounding towards the water, running lightly across the hot sand. I stood and began walking after her, then Emma skipped beside me. She shoulder-budged me playfully, gestured towards my stiffness and whispered:

"Who did that to you, me or mum?"

"Both."

Then she reached for the bulge, squeezed it for two or three seconds -- no accident -- and went "Boop Boop" before giggling off skipping behind mum who was almost up to her thighs in the water. I had to run and dive in before she turned around or she was sure to see the obvious bulge in my groin.

It was a glorious agony. The water cooled my body, but my prick was not to be deterred. Still half-hard, I pretended to enjoy the tit-wobbling splash-giggling games we played while all I could think of -- and it was the first time I had allowed the thought into my head -- was having sex with my sister. And so help me, with my mother too.

Of course the rest of the outing was full of Emma's vague references to the state of my groin, and she got less and less subtle. I thought she'd gone too far when mum chimed in: "Emma, stop! Mike, are our bare breasts getting you...um...aroused?"

"Sorry mum, but yes. Very much."

She grabbed Emma's top and flung it to her, then began putting her own back on: "Well why didn't you say?" She was thoughtful for a few moments after her breasts disappeared behind the fabric, then said: "I think I'm flattered! I don't remember the last time a man got...well

that way

over me. Not since your father left us anyway."

"Couldn't help it really, mum. Jesus, do you know how sexy you are? And Emma?"

"Well I expect you to notice your sister's body. It's normal. But not your mother's."

"You two could

be

sisters. You're the same height, same face, similar colour hair, similar figures."

"Mum's tits are bigger."

"A little, yeah."

"And her hips are rounder. Better bum."

"Well, maybe..."

"Will you two stop talking about your mother's physical attributes like I wasn't here!"

Emma teased on some more: "Seriously mum. You're ultra-hot. For a mum, anyway."

I agreed and mum blushed. Emma played her trump card and made mum go bright red: "If you weren't my mum, and I was that way inclined..."

"Stoppit! Make her stop, Mike!"

I had no intention of doing that, in fact I was going to join in the tease: "No, really mum. I know what she means. I mean, y'know, if you weren't my mum, well... Can't go wrong with an older, experienced woman right?"

"Enough. I know what you're up to. Ganging up on me to tease me! Now then. I'm going to find somewhere quiet to pee."

She'd said it innocently enough but as soon as she'd disappeared behind a rock Emma scooted over beside me: "I bet you'd like to watch!"

"I'm going to hell, but yes."

For the second time that day, Emma squeezed my cock through my shorts. She whispered: "

Show me this and I'll let you watch me instead."

I gulped. Her hand on my cock was heavenly agony. She moved it gently, slowly stroking. "What the fuck, Emma? Not funny."

"I'm not joking, Mikey. Ever since we drove home from Lily's party I've thought about it."

"How?"

Mum reappeared and Emma's hand withdrew subtly. I grabbed my towel and put it over my front. Emma said: "I need to go too, mum. Mike, keep watch for me?"

Oh you clever little fox!

Mum knew she had a 'thing' about peeing in nature since a spider crawled up her leg when she was little and she lost her shit.

Mum said: "Oh really, Emma. Still?"

I chimed in: "It's OK Em. Over there?" I pointed, she nodded.

If mum had stood up, she would have seen my head above the boulder we were behind, maybe twenty meters from her. Just before we got there, I grabbed Emma's butt and said: "If you're teasing me I'll slap this until it's red."

She looked past me towards mum and satisfied that we were hidden, she pulled her bikini bottoms right off. Holding them in one hand she squatted and peed, little spurts but a full stream, and I just watched and groaned. Her pee dampened the sand and disappeared beneath it. For my part of the bargain, I pulled my shorts to mid-thigh and let my hardon tremble in the cool summer breeze.

Emma finished peeing, then looked again towards mum. She gently touched the tip of my cock, then held my shaft.

"Not fair, Emma. For fuck's sake I'm like iron."

"So I see. Cum. Make yourself cum."

I replaced her hand with mine and jerked furiously. Emma leaned back against the boulder, spread her thighs, and opened her pussy for me to look at. Twenty seconds later I shot a load into the air and on the sand, and groaned at the incomplete, unsatisfying relief.