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  Family Holiday

Day 6

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My nostrils were filled with her tangy sex smell and my face felt stiff where her juices had dried on it. Her naked cunt was right in front of my eyes. I shifted and she gave a little moan and woke up and rolled off me, stickily. Her left cheek and hair were plastered with dried cum.

We staggered over to the mirror and looked at our ravaged faces.

'What would Mum say if she came in now?' Pauline giggled.

'She'd say to me, oh suck my cunt, please, I've got to be sucked!' I said, grabbing my sister's crotch and wrestling her. We fell onto the bed in a tangle of naked limbs. She put her hands on my shoulders.

'You're a pervert!'

'So are you!' We looked at each other, and suddenly leaned forward and kissed. It was a real passionate open-mouthed snog, such as I had only ever had once or twice with girlfriends, but there was real affection behind it too. I could taste my cum on her lips, and I've no doubt she could taste her own juices on mine.

Eventually we broke for breath and hugged each other, her head on my shoulder.

'What's happening to us?' she said in a small voice. 'The things I want ... it scares me sometimes. But I still want them.'

'Me too,' I said. 'At least we've got each other.'

We kissed again, more tenderly, and she licked my face. 'You're a love. Did you know that?'

'So are you.'

'Spose we better get cleaned up,' she said matter-of-factly. 'Do you think they'd notice if we showered together?'

We decided that they might, and tried to behave normally for the rest of the morning. Jim and Mum were already up and said that they wanted to go shopping in the capital. Pauline made them promise that we'd be back in time for her riding lesson. She was very insistent on that.

Mum wore one of her sundresses with the spaghetti straps that proved to all the world that she wasn't wearing a bra. I had little doubt that she had dispensed with panties too. My sister sported a tight white top which proved blatantly that her breasts were likewise unfettered. Her tight mid-thigh denim skirt showed her pert arse nicely, and by dint of a quick grope in the car I discovered that she too was not wearing any panties. So I had two women with me, both shaven and pantie-less, both with erect nipples and, I have no doubt, juicy cunts. Meanwhile Jim and I sported unrestrainable erections. The interior of the car sang with lust.

Unfortunately we couldn't do much about it while wandering round the shops, although Jim and I managed the odd hurried caress of our respective partners' arses. We ended up at a cafe attached to a little funfair. Mum thrust some money at me.

'Here, Jim and I are going off to do some shopping by ourselves. We'll see you back here in an hour, OK?' They scurried off.

Pauline raised an eyebrow at me. 'Surely they're not going off to screw somewhere?'

'Where would they go? It's a mystery.'

My sister put her foot on the edge of my chair, giving me a good view of her naked slit. She caught my eye and grinned. I grinned back, not needing to say anything.

We amused ourselves on the arcade machines until the adults found us an hour and a half later.

'Sorry we took so long, you OK?'

'Let's find somewhere to eat, shall we?' said Jim, looking pleased with himself.

'I can think of two places I'd like to eat,' I whispered to Pauline as we walked. She giggled and put her arm through mine. Mum looked at us strangely but didn't say anything.

After lunch Jim dropped Mum and I off at the villa and went off with Pauline to the riding school. I wondered how she'd get on with her tight skirt. Every time she sat down it had a tendency to ride up her thighs and she had to keep pulling it down to remain decent, an action I found very erotic. I wondered if she would bother in the car with Jim.

Mum said she was going to sunbathe and took a towel and book and sun-oil onto the lawn. 'Come and sit with me if you like?' Did she have a tiny glint in her eye?

I changed into some swimming trunks and had a dip in the sea, but it was boring on my own and I wandered back to the house after a while. I couldn't stop thinking about Pauline and what she might be getting up to with Jim. I realised that I was worried about her uncontrolled sexuality and, with some surprise, that I was cared about her very much. God, was I falling in love with my own sister? Or was it just lust and jealousy?

Deep in thought, I almost stumbled over my mother, lying on her stomach on a towel, stark naked. She was propped on her elbows reading a book and the slight splay of her legs made her buttocks taut.

'Hi' she said without turning. 'Been for a swim?'

'Mmm. Water's really warm. You should try it.'

'I'd have to put some clothes on, and I like being naked,' she chuckled. 'But now you're here you can give me another one of your massages. If you don't mind, that is.'

I couldn't really refuse, could I? I knelt down beside her, poured some oil into my hands, and set to work on her bare flesh. She was hot and dry, and the glide of my hands over her smooth skin was erotic in the extreme. I realised that my close-fitting trunks showed every detail of my erection, which at present was bent awkwardly into a curve. I straightened it out and found that I had to get it to lie sideways to avoid the top half poking out of the waistband. I worked diligently on her arms and back and legs, and she emitted little murmurs of pleasure.

It would have seemed odd if I hadn't done her buttocks and upper thighs too, so I took a deep breath and began to oil and massage that area too. My mum spread her thighs wider to give me access. Once again I had a clear view of her lusciously fat pussy lips and, when I kneaded her buttocks, her prominently dark anus. I let my thumbs brush over the puckered skin and she purred with delight. It would have been so easy to push my oiled thumbs inside her ...

My mum wriggled and rolled over onto her back.

'Now the front. This is heaven.'

I gazed wide-eyed at her big dark nipples, as erect as tree stumps, and her smooth mound with the cushiony lips below.

'Come on,' she said with a sensuous purr in her voice. 'Don't be shy.'

I took a deep breath and began to massage her arms and shoulders, kneeling over her head. Fortunately she had her eyes closed so couldn't see my straining erection hovering over her face. I longed to free it from the trunks, grasp its aching shaft and spurt my semen along her tanned body. Then I imagined Pauline kneeling behind me, reaching around and wanking me with both her small hands, directing my arcs of spunk ...

I realised that I was massaging my mum's breasts avidly. She didn't seem to mind in the least. I was surprised how firm and solid they were, almost as hard as Pauline's and a good deal bigger.

'Mmm, that's really nice,' she murmured. Emboldened, I let my fingers graze her long rubbery nipples, and then squeeze them and roll them and pull them, and she moaned some more. Had she forgotten who I was, thinking it was Jim caressing her body, or was she fully aware of what was happening? I was trembling with the heady feeling of my power over her body and her sensations.

I pulled my hand away from her tits and moved down to crouch at her feet, thinking that would take my mind off things. But I soon found my hands sliding upwards over her shins and knees, then onto her thighs. She spread her legs to let me kneel between them, and her pussy was revealed in all its naked mature glory. Her labia were swollen and flushed, and her clit poked out from between them. I massaged her hips, willing myself not to touch her pubes. It was no good. My hands strayed of their own accord to the smooth mound and my thumbs slid down around her lips. Despite the liberal application of oil I could tell that there was other lubrication there too.

My mother pushed her pubes gently upwards against my hands. I knew exactly what she was asking me to do. With a mental shrug I laid the flat of my hand over her pussy and began to massage it slowly with a circular motion. I could feel her hot juice spreading over my palm. She moaned louder and let her thighs flop sideways.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before she was writhing slowly under my hands, her body taut, her moans faster and higher-pitched. I rubbed dutifully. Suddenly she caught her breath and began to throb, her hips jerking upwards. Small cries emerged from her throat. The feel of my mother climaxing under my hand almost made my cum in my pants.

I continued massaging her pussy while her climax ran its lengthy course and ebbed. I made to take my hand away but she gripped my wrist and held me firmly in place.

'Don't stop,' she whispered.

Obedient son that I was, I carried on. She achieved two more orgasms, identical to the first, before she let me desist. I sat by her while she seemed to slip into a doze, thinking what a sexy woman she was. Then I slipped indoors and sat on my bed holding my aching cock in my hands. Somehow I resisted the urge to masturbate, conscious of my promise to Pauline. And also I knew that my eventual climax would be so much more enjoyable if she was part of it.

I peeped out the window. My mum was still lying on the grass, but she wasn't asleep. Her hand was between her thighs and she seemed to be fucking herself with her fingers. Her hips lifted off the ground and I heard her moans as she climaxed again. I shook my head. My own mother was an insatiable sex-fiend.

I changed my trunks for something looser, sat and tried to read a book, willing my erection to go away. Pauline would be back soon and then we could have sex while Mum slaked her lusts with Jim.

But my mother found me first. She had put on a thin wrap and looked worried.

'They're very late. I hope they're OK.'

I hadn't realised they were overdue.

'Probably stopped to buy something.' My mum sat on Pauline's bed - I realised with a shock that it was neatly made while mine was rumbled and untidy. I felt myself blushing - would she realise that we had shared a bed last night? Or would she just assume that my sister had made hers already?

'Yes, I expect so.' She fiddled with her wrap. 'Look, about ... earlier. What happened. It's ... oh, I don't know how to say this.'

I couldn't look her in the face. 'It's OK, mum, really it is. I don't mind.' If only you knew, I thought.

'I don't know what's happening to me,' she said, close to tears. 'I just feel so ... well, all the time. I never realised that it could be so strong. I can't control myself ...'

She was so obviously upset that I went over and hugged her, and she clutched me tightly.

'It's OK,' I said again. 'Don't worry about it. Just enjoy it.' The feel of her warm body in my arms had given me a raging erection again. We stayed like that for a while, and then she sniffed.

'I wanted to ask you about Pauline,' she said, and my heart missed a beat. Had she noticed anything?

'What about her?'

'Is she OK? I haven't had a chance to talk to her much. You seem to get on with her much better recently. Is she happy?'

'Um, yes, I think so.' Happiest when her clit is being sucked, I thought. 'She doesn't seem to have any problems.'

'I'm worried she hasn't had a boyfriend for a while. She doesn't seem that interested in boys. Mind you, if she was, I'd be worried too! Does she ever talk about boys to you?'

Oh, she’s interested all right. 'Not much. But I don't think anything's wrong. Anyway, she's only 15.'

'Yes, I suppose so. I'm just thinking what I was like at her age. I couldn't think about anything else! I suppose I haven't changed much, have I?' she said with a rueful smile.

'You're OK, mum.' I said. 'I like to see you happy.' I like watching you being satisfied as well, I thought.

Before we could exchange any more intimacies, we heard the car pull up outside. We reached the hallway just as Pauline and Jim entered. Both of then looked different, rather pale and shocked.

'What's happened?' Mum said, jumping to conclusions.

'Oh, nothing,' Jim said. 'Just stopped for a walk on the way back.'

'I felt a bit carsick,' Pauline said. I noticed that her top and skirt were wet down the front.

'Oh my poor love,' Mum hugged her. 'You're alright now? You want a drink of water?'

'I had one,' my sister said. 'Managed to spill it all over me too.'

'Better go and change. Maybe have a lie down, eh?' Pauline nodded and went off to our bedroom.

'I'll go and check on her,' I said before they could stop me. I had caught my mum giving Jim lustful glances and assumed that they would be eager to couple as soon as decently possible.

Pauline was lying face down on my bed, still dressed. I touched her shoulder and she turned to me, her mouth open and her eyes wide.

'What happened?' I said, fearing the worst. She grabbed my hands.

'I sucked him off! Phil, I sucked his cock! I can't believe it!'

'Really?'

She threw her arms around me and talked into my neck. 'Really. It was ... like I couldn't ever imagine. Oh my god.'

'Tell me all about it.'

'Undress me first and lick my puss.'

Much as I wanted to, I was afraid. 'Mum might come in to see how you are. I can't hear them fucking.'

'In that case put your hand up my skirt and frig my clit. I’m so horny I'll burst.'

While I frigged her and gave her three shuddering climaxes, my sister told me what had transpired that afternoon.

She had taken care to tease Jim on the way to the riding school by letting her skirt ride up until her crotch was almost on view. She had seem Jim glancing at her but he didn't say anything - only his erection in his shorts gave it away. When he picked her up she was feeling unbearably horny from being without panties on a horse and decided to bring matters to a head.

'I think I need another one of your massages,' she said. 'Let's stop at our usual spot.'

They did so; she could tell that Jim was sweating slightly at the thought of touching her legs and crotch. As soon as he turned to her she let her thighs fall open so that her bare shaven pussy was on view. Jim stopped.

'What's the matter, don't you like shaved girls?' she said.

Jim was having trouble speaking. 'I think we should go back,' he stuttered.

'Mum's shaven and you do it with her.'

'That's not what I mean. We shouldn't ... you're too young...'

'You should have thought of that yesterday,' Pauline said nastily.

'Yesterday ...'

'You stroked my panties and rubbed my pussy. Made me quite wet, you did.'

Jim's mouth was open but no sound came out.

'I haven't told mum what you did. I don't think she'd like to know, do you?'

'You little bitch,' Jim said between clenched teeth.

Pauline grinned at him. 'It can be our little secret. Now, I've got an itch. Just here.' She pointed to her clitoris.

'You wouldn't tell Christine - your mum - would you? You wouldn't dare.'

'You'll have to find out. Unless you do what I want.' Despite Pauline's tough talk, she was trembling inside.

'What do you want?'

'I want ... what mum wants. Everything. Like mother like daughter.'

He let out a long breath. 'You scheming ...'

Pauline started to rub her clit gently, watching his eyes. She could see naked helpless lust in them.

'My pussy's just as nice as mum's, isn't it? A bit smaller, but just as bare. I'm still a virgin - did you know that - but that won't stop us, will it? I bet you'd like to be the first to pop my cherry. Nothing like a virgin's tight cunt is there?'

While she was talking, Pauline was continuing to rub her clit and her other hand was creeping across to Jim's shorts. He seemed hypnotised by the sight of her finger sliding between her pink labia. Somehow she managed to undo the button of his shorts and unzip him, and his cock sprang free.

My sister was taken aback by the sheer size of the organ. Although she had watched it at work in her mum, the object itself close up seemed much larger than she had thought. It was straight and veined and solid, potent, unyielding. She imagined it buried up to the hilt in her soft flesh. She gripped it in her fist and Jim groaned at her touch. She could barely get her hand all the way round it. Her hand began to move up and down the hot dry shaft, and Jim’s hips twitched, driving the organ upwards towards her. He couldn’t have disengaged even if he had wanted to - his automatic reflexes were in control.

Pauline took a deep breath and bent forward. She was going to take a grown man’s cock into her mouth, a cock which, she reminded herself, had lately and frequently been buried up to the hilt in her mother. And she was - wasn't she? - going to let him cum in her mouth too ...

She had to open her jaws as wide as they would go in order to fit the big purple plum of his cockhead inside. Trying to keep her teeth out of the way, she closed her lips around the warm base of his glans and sucked. Jim gave another groan of ecstasy. She curled her tongue around his velvety head and lubricated it with her saliva, then started to draw the organ deeper into her mouth. It didn't seem as if it had gone all that far before she felt something bumping against the back of her throat. She took her hand away from her clit and gripped the remainder of the cock in both fists, and began to move her closed lips up and down on the top third of the column. The feel of it solid and pulsing in her mouth made her cunt juices flow even more.

She felt Jim’s hand on her head, gently stroking her hair. His hips quivered under her, and he was murmuring something inarticulate. Pauline was (recently) familiar with the feel of a cock just before it was about to explode, so she wasn’t taken totally by surprise when Jim gave an agonised cry and her mouth was filled with warm cloying fluid. She even felt it jetting against the roof of her mouth. What did surprise her was the sheer volume. She hadn’t made up her mind whether to swallow or not, but before she could do so another flood erupted in her and spilled out over her fists.

Pauline choked and lifted her head, and another great gout of spunk hit her full in the face. She jerked backwards and started to cough, and more gushes sprayed over her blouse and skirt, and then her naked thighs. The spunk in her mouth spilled out over her chin and dripped onto her chest.

‘Oh shit,’ Jim exclaimed as he surveyed the mess. He grabbed a cloth and started to rub at my sister’s clothes while she just sat back and giggled helplessly.

‘I can’t go back home like this, can I?’ she said when she had calmed down. ‘What would Mum say?’

‘Shit! You’re a little minx, aren’t you? Here, wipe your face and legs.’

‘Do it for me,’ my sister grinned at him, enjoying his discomfort. ‘Wasn’t there a lot of it?’

‘Yeah, well, I hadn’t cum since last night.’

‘Really? Didn’t you and Mum do it this morning?’

‘No, we wanted to get up early.’

‘Mum’ll be going up the wall.’

‘What do you mean?’ He must have thought she meant with fury.

‘She’ll be so horny. You know what she’s like.’

Jim looked at her quizzically. ‘You seem to know your mum very well.’

Pauline wiped her thighs, taking care to expose her cunt to him. It was tingling with arousal but she didn’t think she could get Jim to satisfy her just then. She decided to back off a little, and just shrugged.

‘I’ve got a bottle of water,’ Jim said. ‘Let’s try that on your skirt.’

‘We can say I spilt it,’ she agreed. ‘Our little secret, eh?’ and she winked at him.

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I withdrew my fingers from her puss and licked them while she grinned at me.

‘Cool, eh? Thanks for the cums, bro. I needed them. What about you? What have you been up to this afternoon? Been a naughty boy again?’

‘My god, yes,’ I said. ‘But not how you think. I haven’t cum - yet.’

‘Let me suck you off while you tell me all about it.’

I freed my cock, which by now felt like it was turned to concrete, and she sat on the edge of the bed and took it easily in her mouth, looking up at me. I thought that the sight of my sister’s familiar face with her mouth tight around my cock was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, and I felt a wave of love for her. My cock swelled dangerously.

‘Careful,’ I moaned. ‘I’m close already.’

‘Mmm,’ she said, which sent shivers down into my balls.

‘What if Mum comes in?’ I said.

Pauline removed her mouth from my cock, a thin arc of saliva connecting her lip with my cum-hole. ‘She’ll get a shock, won’t she? But I don’t think she’ll bother us for a bit. I can hear thumping from the lounge. Mind you, Jim’ll be a bit less copious this time. Wonder if she’ll notice?’

‘Depends if he cums inside her,’ I said.

‘Anyway, you were going to tell me what happened,’ Pauline said, sliding her mouth down onto my cock again.

I described in as much detail as I could the events of the afternoon, my massaging mum at her request and her making it plain that she wanted me to masturbate her. It was hard to get the words out with the things Pauline was doing with her tongue, but she managed to keep me this side of climax until I came to the bit where, after giving my mother three shattering orgasms, I watched while she achieved another on her own. At that point my sister began to suck me in earnest and I stood weak-kneed as my cock exploded in her mouth. She continued to slide my pulsing cock in and out, building up a ring of frothy semen around her lips. I could feel her swallowing as my balls emptied themselves.

When I had softened and become too sensitive, she grinned up at me with spunk-smeared lips.

‘Give us a kiss, bro.’

Actually the thought, and then the act, of kissing her cum-soaked mouth didn’t faze me at all. We snogged stickily, stirring the semen with our tongues and passing it back and forth. It felt so deliciously obscene.

We broke apart, our mouths still linked by strings of cum and saliva.

‘Wow, that is so gross!’ she said delightedly. ‘I am a real teen slut!’

Suddenly there was a knock on the bedroom door. We both jumped about a foot into the air. As the door opened Pauline scrubbed at her face with her arm and I frantically tucked my cock back into my shorts.

'Are you feeling better now, Pauly?' said my mum, entering with a glass of water. She stopped when she saw her daughter sitting on the bed and me standing in front of her.

'Yeah, I feel a lot better now,' Pauline said, giving her a wide innocent smile. 'Just needed a rest.'

'Oh, I am glad. You ought to take those wet things off.'

'It's OK, they've almost dried anyway. Are we going out for dinner again? I'll get changed if we are.'

'Is Jim OK?' I asked, and my sister gave me a dirty look. 'He was very pale when he got back.'

'Oh, I think so,' my mum said. I could tell from the dreamy expression on her face that he had risen to the occasion well enough. 'Not used to coping with a sick kid, I suppose. It's good practice for him. That is ... I mean ...'

'You two getting married?' we chorused.

Mum blushed. 'No, I shouldn't think so ... mustn't jump to conclusions. Anyway, yes, we thought we'd go out to that little place along the beach. You liked it there, didn't you?'

As we got changed, Pauline was in a ruminative mood. 'Be weird having Jim as a sort of dad. Does it count as incest? D'you think he could fuck us both without the other knowing? He'd have to ration it out or else Mum would suspect something. Just think if he was living with us. We'd have to fix up some way of being able to watch them at it ... drill a hole in the bedroom wall or something.'

She chose an ultra-tight white miniskirt that barely covered her crotch, and a cut-off T shirt which emphasised her small but thrusting tits. She looked really sexy, and I told her so.

'Thanks, bro. Look, no undies. Will you be able to keep your hands off me? Will Jim, for that matter?'

My mum gave Pauline a bit of a look when she saw what my sister was wearing, but she didn't say anything. How could she when her own dress was scarcely more decent? Once again I was in the company of two women with shaven cunts and bursting sexual desires. My cock stayed at full hardness all evening.

Pauline and I loitered behind as we strolled along the beach in the sunset, watching Jim cupping my mum's left buttock as her hips rolled sensuously. I did the same to Pauline, feeling that no-one would know that we were not boy- and girl-friend.

'They went to a sex shop this morning,' my sister said. 'I saw the receipt.'

'Really? What did they buy?'

'Don't know. Couldn't understand the Spanish. Several things, came to about 60 euros.'

'Wow, maybe they've got handcuffs and things.'

'Mmm, maybe he'll tie her to the bed while he rams that big cock into her sloppy wet cunt.' I felt Pauline give a shiver at the thought.

'Look, he's got his fingers up her skirt. Must be stroking her arsehole.'

'So he has,' I said, doing the same to my sister. She giggled.

'He wants to get into her arse tonight, you can just see it. Wonder if he'll manage?'

'I don't see how he could get that cock into a tiny little arsehole,' I said.

'You'd be surprised,' Pauline said darkly. 'It's very stretchy.'

'How do you know?'

'Didn't you ever put things in your arse?'

'No ... what sort of things?'

'Oh, fingers, candles, hairbrush handles, anything,' she said offhandedly.

'You slut!' I said without thinking.

'Does it shock you?' she laughed. 'You should know what a slut I am by now.'

I laughed too. 'Yeah, I reckon I do. But I like you.'

'I like you too,' she said, putting her arm around my waist and leaning her head against my shoulder. 'Maybe I'll let you have a go at my arse sometime.'

By the look of it Jim had his finger firmly stuck up my mum's arsehole by now. It seemed that they had forgotten that we were behind them.

'Looks like we'll get a good show tonight,' Pauline murmured. 'I am so unbearably horny, you wouldn't believe it.'

But I did.

In the restaurant, unless Pauline kept her legs firmly crossed, I was given a clear view of her bare pussy. I noticed Jim glancing at her too once or twice, in between fondling my mother's well-displayed charms. I couldn't decide if my sister was teasing him or me, or both. By the end of the meal my cock felt as if it was set in concrete and my shorts were swollen blatantly. Jim too was vainly trying to conceal his large boner. I saw my mum stroke it when she thought no-one was looking. God, what must it be like for her, the anticipation of waiting for that monstrous rod to be thrust up inside her?

We repaired back to the villa at a sedately hurried pace. Pauline and I were in front, so we couldn't grope or anything, but maliciously we kept turning round so that the adults couldn't stop for a quick shag. Back home, there was the usual hurried rush to wash and get ready for bed. Pauline and I were outside their window before they'd hardly got started.

His cock was dangerously swollen and she was desperate to feel it in her. They coupled violently, my mum's legs up on her chest as he pumped into her from above, driving that huge organ deep into her wet cunt. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and rode him as the pounding continued, clutching his buttocks and leaving red welts with her fingers. He pistoned into her for what must have been half an hour, until I began to worry for the safety of her poor innards. She had already had a couple of noisy orgasms before his body arched rigidly, all the veins in his neck stood out and with a fierce shout he drove himself up to the hilt in her and released all his pent-up sperm. His buttocks clenched rhythmically as his spunk pulsed out into her.

Pauline let out a little moan next to me. I guess she was imaging what it would feel like with her on the receiving end.

Jim withdrew his still-fat, reddened, glistening cock. My mother flopped her thighs sideways and her hand strayed to her pussy. With an evil grin Jim reached down onto the floor, where we couldn't see, and lifted up a big long flesh-coloured object. My sister couldn't suppress a cry. I realised that it was a dildo - slightly flexible, lifelike in every detail, and at least as big as Jim's cock.

My mother spread her thighs and humped her hips eagerly, and he fed the rounded end of the monster between her loose gaping cunt lips and pushed.

'Oh my god,' breathed Pauline. The dildo slid in with one smooth stroke and a flood of spunk squirted out onto the sheet. He began to pump the toy in and out, and more spunk was displaced, covering the shaft of the dildo and Jim's hand. My mum rubbed her clit energetically as the plastic monster penetrated her insides. When she had cum once again Jim bent forward, the dildo still deeply embedded, and began to suck her clit, while she grasped his hair and pushed his face against her.

After that her orgasms just seemed to roll out of her, one after the other, with scarcely a break. Eventually she pulled his head away from her crotch and dragged him up over her body, getting him sitting over her chest so that she could get his semi-hard cock in her mouth. She kissed and licked and bit and tongued it with a will (the dildo still buried in her cunt), until he responded and grew to full size and rigidity. I was riveted by the expression of pure, white-hot lust on my mum's familiar face. She said something to him, urging him on, and suddenly Jim climbed off and roughly turned her over so that she was kneeling on the bed, her legs apart, her face pressed against the pillow. The dildo flopped out of her cunt, which gaped darkly.

Pauline and I held our breaths. Jim reached down and pulled out a tube of something, then squirted a clear liquid over his fingers and over my mum's arse. She reached up and pulled her already taut buttocks further apart. We could see her dark arsehole beckoning him.

Jim stuck a finger into her anus and twisted it around, working it in and out. My mum gasped something, pushing her bottom back at him. Without thinking I reached down and rubbed my finger along my sister's cunt lips, gathering the juice that I knew would be there, and then wormed my finger between her buttocks until I found her little anus. I pushed and the top joint of my finger slipped into her tight hotness - she didn't even react, so transfixed was she by the scenes being played out before us. But I did feel her own hand creep round and part my arse cheeks, and then a finger (already slippery) ease its way into my own hole.

Meanwhile Jim had worked two and then three fingers into my mum's arsehole, plunging them in and out with a corkscrew motion while she clutched at her buttocks and urged him on. His cock stuck out rigidly at 45 degrees, as hard as I had ever seen it. Suddenly he grabbed the tube of whatever it was, squirted a load onto his shaft and hurriedly spread it around, then crouched above my mum and, with some difficulty it seemed, bent his cock downwards until his fat glistening purple cockhead touched her anus, already slightly dilated from his fingers.

He leant forward, putting weight on his cock, and my mum's anal ring opened up and his great plum slipped into her. I heard her shout of triumph. Simultaneously Pauline and I pushed our fingers up inside each other to the second joint. I was amazed by how hot she was.

Jim held her waist with his great hands and slid his piston-like cock slowly into her rectum. I couldn't believe how much she took. My mum's cunt lips flapped loosely, and her hand went up and started to rub herself. Jim began to pump in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster, and her hand worked faster and rougher at her clit.

His balls were taut against his shaft; the sinews in his legs were rigid with the strain. Suddenly my mother began to climax - we could hear her cries of bliss plainly - and the fierce contraction of her anus around his shaft must have been too much. His thrusting grew to a peak and we saw his buttocks clench again and again as he pumped another load of semen deep into her bowels.

He withdrew quite quickly, his reddened cock shrinking as we watched. My mum's anus was still wide open, a dark smooth tunnel, and her hand continued to rub her wet cunt slowly. Suddenly her arsehole contracted, like the blinking of an eye, and then opened to disgorge a gout of cloudy spunk that flowed down over her fingers. Another followed, and another, until she was empty.

Tenderly Jim laid her down on her side, her hand still between her legs, and they kissed.

My sister and I started to breathe again, and then we must have both realised that we still had our fingers in each other's arses.

'Shit that was the best yet,' Pauline murmured with a catch in her voice. 'Time to go to bed, bro.'

Hurriedly we snuck back to our room and threw off our night clothes. Pauline had a devilish grin on her face, and hunted around furiously on the dressing table, finally holding up a hairbrush and a bottle of moisturising cream. She threw them into my hands and climbed onto the bed in the exact position that my mum had assumed. The sight of her naked pussy splayed wide open before me almost made me climax there and then.

'Stick the handle in my arse, you fucker,' she gasped. 'Use lots of cream and hurry up!'

I obeyed with a will, slavering the cream around her little pink arsehole and onto the hairbrush handle. I pushed the tip against her, wondering how on earth she could open up enough to get it in (it was about as wide as a couple of fingers). I saw Pauline's hand go to her cunt and start to rub herself vigorously. I pushed a little harder and she opened up and the handle slid in. Once in, there seemed nothing to prevent it going deeper and my sister's rectum swallowed the whole five or six inches without effort.

Pauline gave a great groan of passion and wanked herself harder. 'Pump it!' she gasped. 'In and out!'

I did so, withdrawing the handle completely so that her arsehole gaped just as my mum's had done, then thrusting it back in deep. Pauline began to cum, noisily, and I feared that she might be audible next door, but there was nothing I could have done to stop her. I fucked her with the hairbrush handle for as long as she wanted, then left it in as her orgasms ebbed. She was a weird sight - arse stuck in the air, a hairbrush sticking out of her, and her shaven puss all pink and sloppy with juice.

I realised that my cock was so hard, and had been for so long, that it was acutely painful. I stood by her face and showed her.

'Pauly, I'm desperate. I've got to cum, now. Can I stick it in your arse?'

'Just do it!' she moaned, and my heart jumped. Trembling, I crouched above her as Jim had done, poured cream over my cock and rubbed it in. The coolness on my hot hard shaft was delicious. Then I eased the hairbrush out of her and before her anus had time to close up I bet my cock down, with some difficulty, and pushed its head against her hot rim.

Pauline moaned as I pushed harder, but I was single-minded and not inclined to give up. I twisted slightly, increasing my weight on her, and suddenly she gave and my cockhead popped through her muscle ring and I was in! In, inside my own sister's hot tight fifteen-year-old virgin arse! The sensation of her unbelievably tight sphincter gripping my cock at its most sensitive point, just below the head, coupled with thought of breaking the ultimate taboo, was too much, and to my regret I went over the top and an orgasm of incredible ferocity coursed through me.

It felt like all the spunk in the world was rushing up my iron-hard cock and squirting out like a geyser into my sister's rectum. My balls ached with the power of it, and afterwards she told me I had been shouting something incomprehensible. Squirt after squirt blasted its way out of my cumhole until it was almost painful. Then she started to squeeze me, rhythmically, and the climax renewed itself until I was shaking with bliss.

Eventually I stopped cumming and, still quivering, eased my poor cock out of Pauline's arse. Her dark smooth shiny tunnel closed up almost immediately and she collapsed onto the bed. I lay next to her and took her in my arms, kissing her wet cheeks.

'Did I hurt you?' I whispered.

She opened her eyes and I saw laughter there. 'Not much. I bet it felt good, eh?'

'Best thing ever. Sorry I didn't last long.'

'You'll last longer next time,' she kissed my nose.

'You mean there's a next time?' I had been afraid that this was a once-only.

'You bet, bro. Here, fetch me a towel, I'm going to leak.'

I got a towel and she rolled onto her back and pulled her legs up and with a total lack of shame squirted a flood of my cum out of her anus. I dragged my fascinated gaze away from it and looked at her contented, even smug, face.

'Ultimate slut, eh?' she grinned.

We washed each other companionably and then lay together cuddling. I felt incredibly close to her; was this what being in love was like? Pauline wiped her mouth against my shoulder, casually. 'Wish I could have a go with that dildo,' she murmured, and fell asleep.

 

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