Britslut’s

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  Family Holiday

Day 2

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In the morning the sheet was stuck to me. Pauline was still fast asleep. Carefully I peeled the sheet off and headed for the shower. My mum and her lover seemed to be still abed - perhaps they had consummated their lust again in the night. Soaping my body, my cock grew hard but for a reason which I couldn’t explain even to myself, I resisted the temptation to masturbate.

I sat in the kitchen and drank some orange juice. After a while Pauline appeared in her nightshirt, looking bleary-eyed and tousled. She fetched herself a glass of water, almost sleep-walking, and then turned to me and gave me a long searching look. Then she put her hand on my chest and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. She had never done anything like this before, and I was quite dumbstruck. She went into the shower before I could react.

Later we were lying on the lawn together. I was reading and Pauline, in a small blue-and-white bikini, was listening to her portable CD player. The adults had not yet appeared, although we had heard movements from indoors.

‘Last night was cool,’ my sister said out of the blue.

I didn’t know whether she meant watching my mum having sex, or masturbating together, or both.

‘Cool?’

‘Yeah. Like a porn film. They really got going, didn’t they?’

‘They sure did.’

‘We should have stayed to watch. They probably did it again afterwards. And I want to see how big his cock is.’

This conversation was fortunately curtailed by the two lovers emerging from the house. Jim wore his usual shorts and my mum had on a tiny red bikini that barely covered the essentials. Automatically I checked that her nipples were indeed erect. The bikini bottoms were just a thong, the thin material pulled tight into her crotch. I could see the shape of her pussy lips and the slit between them. I realised that she must have shaved off most if not all of her pubic hair. I felt a raging erection swelling fast and turned onto my stomach to hide it. Jesus, what was happening to me?

We chatted while they rubbed suntan lotion onto each other. Mum stretched like a cat as he slid his hands over her body. At this rate it looked like they would have to go back inside to fuck, but they restrained themselves.

We moved to the beach (a few yards only), and Jim and I played football until it got too hot. Mum and Pauline read and listened respectively. Later the adults said they were going to do some shopping and were we OK? They didn’t invite us to accompany them. As soon as they were out of earshot Pauline said ‘Shopping my fanny. They’ve gone for another shag.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Bet you. Mum kept touching her tits, like this.’ My sister ran her fingers over her breasts and nipples, and shivered slightly. ‘She’s as horny as hell. Wonder what they’ll do. Pity we can’t watch this time.’

‘Mmm,’ I said before I could stop myself. Then I realised that I did agree with her.

‘Think I should go topless?’ Pauline asked. ‘Everyone else is.’

‘It’s up to you.’

In answer she reached behind her and undid her bikini bra. I hadn’t seen my sister naked since were used to bathe together up to the age of about 7 or 8. I couldn’t stop myself looking at her small pointy breasts with their big pink puffy nipples. She smoothed suntan cream over them, massaging them gently and making the nipples harden and pucker. She gave me an slow enigmatic smile and lay back, breast cones pointing skywards. I nursed an erection of unknown origin.

After a while she said, ‘Think we’ll be able to watch them at it tonight?’

‘Depends if they leave the curtain open.’

‘You want to though, don’t you?’ She was pushing me again.

‘Yeah, s’pose I do.’

‘I do. I want to see everything they do. It’s great.’

Another pause.

‘Then we can go back and wank, like last night.’ There was a grin in her voice.

I was silent.

‘You did wank, I could tell. Don’t deny it.’

‘So did you.’

‘I know I did. I’m not ashamed of it. You can watch me tonight - if you want to.’

I felt myself going hot. Part of me did indeed want to watch Pauline masturbating, even though another part found it faintly disgusting.

‘Do you want to?’ she asked.

‘Yeah.’

‘OK. But only if I can watch you.’

‘OK,’ I said before I realised what I had let myself in for.

‘It’s a deal then,’ and she lay back and closed her eyes.

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We spent the afternoon looking round some castle or something (hot and boring) and in the evening had a nice meal at a seafront restaurant. Pauline and I carefully sat opposite each other so that Jim couldn't grope my mum under the table - although he had been doing plenty of groping earlier. They kept flashing sultry looks at each other, though. Mum wore a very thin white strappy dress that showed her big, hard, dark nipples plainly - I saw other men looking at them. She had a white thong on too – I could see it from behind her.

Almost as soon as we got back to the villa the adults feigned tiredness and disappeared off to bed. Pauline and I did likewise, not a bit tired. It was obvious we were in for another sweaty session. We changed hurriedly and slipped out onto the veranda. Yes, they had not even bothered to draw the curtains. Mum was standing in front of the full-length mirror and Jim was hugging her from behind, running his hands all over her body. She writhed luxuriously like a cat. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground. Her nakedness was only broken by the thin white waistband of the thong. He cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers, making her shiver and moan.

After a period of breast-play, he knelt in front of her and slowly slipped the thong down her legs, kissing her stomach and thighs. She more or less had her back to us so I couldn’t see what her fanny looked like. His hands squeezed her buttocks and she pressed his face against her pussy. I felt Pauline search for my hand and squeeze it hard. She obviously found it as arousing as I did.

Mum pulled Jim upright and began to undress him while his hands caressed her. When she slipped his shorts down she knelt in front of him and began to bob her head around.

‘Jeeesus, she’s sucking his cock!’ Pauline whispered frantically. ‘What a slut!’

Unfortunately her head hid his prick from our sight, but judging by the expression on his face - eyes closed, head thrown back - it was intensely pleasurable. I tried to imagine that familiar mouth, with which she had kissed me maternally innumerable times, wrapped around a male member, but failed.

I didn't have to imagine it, however, for soon Jim began to walk slowly backwards, still holding my mum’s head over his groin, and lay back on the bed. She climbed on next to him and rearranged herself and then we saw the organ in all its glory. Pauline’s nails dug into my hand. I guess we were both familiar with the size of the average erect penis - for I was sure than Pauline had been exposed to as much porn as I - and Jim’s was definitely not average. It was long, dead straight and looked as thick as a cucumber. It was also at the moment red and glistening with mum’s saliva.

Her full red lips parted and engulfed the column, taking it almost completely into her mouth. Her head rose and fell smoothly, just like in the videos I had watched, her eyes closed in bliss. Pauline gave a tiny moan.

Jim’s hand was busy between her legs, and then he lifted her on top of him so that her thighs were on either side of his head. I knew that this was called in the trade a ‘69’. Pauline did too.

‘Fucking Ada , he’s going to eat her pussy,’ she whispered.

Jim’s hands gripped her buttocks and his head got to work between her legs. Mum’s stroke faltered as his tongue obviously touched the right spots.

‘Wonder what it tastes like?’ I whispered without thinking, and she squeezed my hand even harder.

The two adults went at it for ages while we kiddies watched open-mouthed. Mum seemed to have a bottomless mouth when it came to sucking Jim’s cock, which grew redder and wetter. Two or three times she had to break off as he tongued her to a noisy climax. Eventually, when I thought her neck would be sore from so much up and down, he began to buck his hips urgently and she increased her speed. We could her his grunts and cries of impending orgasm. I wondered if Mum would break off and let him spurt over her face like they always did in the videos, but she just kept on sucking as he thrust brutally upwards. Presumably she swallowed it all down.

Then they slumped and lay exhausted, his softening cock slipping out of her mouth. My emotions were in a whirl.

Pauline pulled at me. ‘I have got to wank,’ she said. ‘Come on.’

We slipped back into our room. Pauline threw herself on her bed, legs wide. ‘That was too much! Just think, he came in her mouth! Cool!’ Her hand slid down and under the hem of her T shirt. She looked at me and grinned.

‘Watching?’

I nodded.

‘Come on then, you too.’ When I hesitated, she said, ‘We had a deal.’

My cock was aching inside its prison. I wanted nothing more urgently than to grasp it and wank furiously until my spunk burst forth. But I still hesitated.

Pauline pulled her T shirt off roughly. ‘I gotta be naked for this. Come on, slowcoach!’

The sight of her pale nudity galvanised me. I slid my shorts off and sat back against the head of my bed. My cock, blessedly freed, arched up my stomach. My hand closed round it automatically. I turned my head. Pauline’s eyes were closed, her hand moving steadily between her legs. Her breasts stuck out like cones. I wanked harder. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at me, still rubbing. Our eyes locked.

‘Come over here,’ she husked,’ Let’s watch properly.’

As if in a daydream I got up and stood at the end of her bed. Her slim thighs were wide and her youthful slit was plainly in view. The end of her finger moved up and down between her pink puffy lips. She had a tuft of brown hair on her mound but apart from that her pussy was almost bare.

Her eyes were locked onto my cock and the fist that was stroking it mechanically. I felt that my eruption was not far away. Pauline began to talk to herself in a breathless, sexy voice.

‘I’m thinking of his huge cock, so hard, pushing her lips apart, filling her mouth, pumping in and out, right to the back of her throat, and his head between her legs, seeing every detail of her pussy, his tongue licking her pussy lips, tasting her juice, getting in between them, finding her clit, oh god …’

Her voice was so soft that I knelt on the bed between her legs, eager to share her fantasy - except that it wasn't a fantasy, we had watched it happen not half an hour ago. My cock was swelling and her hand was moving faster, her words almost incoherent. I saw her fighting not to close her eyes so that she could watch me.

‘And then he can’t hold it back and he starts to cum and his spunk gushes out into her mouth, oh oh oh oh …’

Pauline’s hips began to writhe and hump and her hand was a blur between her legs. At the same time I felt the volcano blow and searing gouts of sperm gushed from my cock, landing with a splat, splat on my sister’s quivering breasts and stomach. The later, smaller spurts splashed onto her wrist and thighs. She hardly seemed to notice in the throes of her own climax.

Her finger slowed and finally slipped away from her slit, letting me see her pussy in its naked entirety. It looked exactly like most of the pussies I had seen in ‘Teen Climax’ and other magazines. My cloudy spunk pooled on her stomach. Pauline looked at me and giggled softly.

‘That was the best wank I’ve ever had,’ she said tiredly. ‘How about you?’

I grinned. ‘Not bad. I’ve made a mess of you, though.’

She giggled. ‘Yes. You know, I started to come at the exact moment that your first spurt landed on me - how about that?’

I didn’t know what to say.

‘Fetch me that towel, I want to wipe it up.’ I did so and she cleaned herself slowly. Then I wiped my fist and my cock. Pauline looked at me seriously.

‘Will you promise me something?’

‘What?’ I had had experience of my sister’s promises before.

‘I want to watch you every time you wank. And you can watch me every time I do it. I won’t do it unless you’re watching. Deal?’

I did want to see her masturbate again, so I said ‘Deal.’

‘Tired now,’ she announced. ‘Time for sleep. Remember, wake me up if you want to wank.’ She pulled the sheet over her naked body and turned away.

Surprisingly, I was soon asleep.

Day 3

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