Nasty Sister
(M+/F+, inc, size, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

His cock was dripping with the last of the cum he had just spilled. Pulling out of her freshly fucked cunt, he dribbled the last of his creamy load on her curly bush and inner thighs.

"Mmmmmmmm, Greg, that felt so good," she sighed, smearing his stray cum between her spread legs. "Every time you fuck me, it's as good as the last time... as good as the first time, all those years ago when we were still kids and you took my cherry."

"Ahhh, Sarah, I'll never forget that day," Greg replied, recalling when he had taken her virginity. "You were pretty as a picture. Prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Nobody I dated could hold a candle to you."

"I felt the same way about you," Sarah murmured, touching her tits with her sticky fingers as she thought back to her youth. "You were just the handsomest boy. For the life of me, I just couldn't make myself get interested in anybody else."

"Well," Greg noted, "there's been a lot of water under the bridge since then, but you still turn me on as much as you ever did. I wouldn't trade fucking you for anything."

"You know I wouldn't either, of course," Sarah wistfully answered. "But you and I know, too, that we've both made a lot of trade-offs to get where we are now. If only we could've been two different people it would've been a lot easier."

"That's for sure. For damned sure," Greg had to agree. "But what else could we have done? We both knew when we started that this would always have to stay a secret between us. Just made sense for you to marry Manfred and for me to marry Britney."

"I've never come right out and asked you this before," Sarah said, bringing a sudden tension into the air. "But do you love her, Greg? Britney? Do you love your wife?"

Greg defensively replied, "That's easy for you to ask now, Sarah. Now that you're divorcing Manfred."

Sarah didn't back off. "Do you love Britney, Greg? Yes or no?"

Greg self-consciously shrugged, then haltingly tried to explain how he felt about his wife: "Let's just say that... it's like, well, if you live with a woman so long, uh, sure, you get kinda used to her."

Sarah impatiently snapped, "Stop beating around the bush about you and Britney, Greg. I'm a big girl now. I'm not pretending you're anything but what you are, a married man who fucks me on the side. So tell me the truth. When you're not fucking me, how often do you fuck your wife?"

Greg blushed and confessed, "Once... maybe twice a week. Britney won't take no for an answer when she's in the mood. Not my idea."

"But you always manage to get it up for her, don't you?" Sarah sharply said. "And don't try to tell me you pretend she's me, either. Fact is, you like having both of us to fuck, don't you?"

"And I suppose that when you were still married to Manfred you always faked it? C'mon, Sarah, I know different. He used to brag all the time about what a great piece of ass you were. Told me that even when you were fighting about everything else, you were still always plenty horny for his cock. So you couldn't have been putting on an act the whole time."

"Okay, okay," Sarah admitted. "I won't lie. The sex was about the only good thing in that marriage."

"Then why give me such a hard time about Britney?" Greg asked.

"You ought to know why," Sarah said.

"Oh... that," Greg said. "So that's what's bugging you. Why one minute you were telling me how good I'd just fucked you, and the next you're giving me the third degree about my wife."

Sarah nodded, pouting. "Greg I'm going to be so lonely while you're gone with her. Two whole weeks, and with Christmas coming up. It's just not fair. You'll be fucking Britney while I'm here at home climbing the walls, waiting for you to get back."

"What can I do?" Greg said. "Britney's been planning this for months. How did I know you'd split up with Manfred in the meantime? I've gone away before and you didn't complain, as long as you were still married. Tell you the truth, I think maybe it's Manfred you'll be missing as much as me."

"Half a loaf would be better than one," Sarah admitted. "That's as far as it goes, though, and you know that, Greg. I can live without Manfred, but I couldn't live without you. He was just somebody I was married to. Not like you, Greg - somebody who's always been in my life. There's more to us than just a piece of paper. There's flesh and blood."

Greg couldn't help being moved by the passionate urgency of Sarah's words. She had just spoken the bottom line of their relationship. Yes, flesh and blood; that was what bound them together, it was that same bond which posed a lifelong barrier. Sarah and Greg were not simply an ordinary couple having an affair.

Sarah and Greg were sister and brother.

"Oh, I'm sorry to be so bitchy tonight, darling," she apologized.

"No, Sis, I asked for it," he said, taking his share of the blame for the sour aftermath of their fuck. "I don't have any business running off for two weeks with Britney and leaving you alone. Especially around Christmas. I should've tried to get out of it. Britney could've taken the kids by herself. And your George would be along to help."

"It's too late now," Sarah said, accepting reality at this point. "It's not Britney's fault that I want to take her place, when I know we never really can come out in the open with our love. She's been a good wife for you. So take her and your kids and my George on your vacation and just forget about me for the next two weeks."

"You know I can't forget you, Sarah," Greg told his sister, his cock stiffening again. "But maybe, if you'll let me fuck you again, I can give us both enough to tide us over until I get back to you again."

"Mmmm, you always could wrap me around your little finger, couldn't you?" Sarah panted with fresh arousal.

"It's not my little finger you can't resist, Sis," Greg affectionately teased. "Always has been and always will be my big cock."

"Won't get any argument about that from me," Sarah giggled, stroking her brother's irresistible hardon.

"So where do you want it, Sis?"

"Start all over again with me, Greg," Sarah suggested. "Like we haven't even fucked yet tonight. That'll take away the bad taste of the fuss we just had. Let's suck and fuck so good this time that it really will last us for the next two weeks."

"Then how's this for openers, Sis?" Greg asked, pointing to her mouth.

"Perfection!"

Sarah promptly wrapped her lips around his cockhead and started sucking.

"Just hope you don't expect me to do all the work, thought," she said, around a mouthful of prick.

Knowing exactly what she meant, Greg said, "You got it, Sis."

Twisting his prick in her oral grasp, he swiveled around on top of Sarah. Winding up straddling her head at one end of the action, he now faced down on her crotch as well. Her pussy beckoned.

"I remember the first time I ever tasted this cunt," Greg sighed. "It was the sweetest thing I'd ever eaten. And it's just kept getting sweeter every time I've eaten it since then."

Then he drove to the junction of Sarah's loins. As his mouth sealed her welcoming pussy, she swallowed his prick to the balls. The brother-sister sex action was back in full swing.

Sucking each other had been how they'd come together the first time all those years ago when they were just a couple of kids growing up in the same house. Sarah had walked in on Greg while he was jacking off, and had been instantly fascinated by the size of the first hardon she'd ever seen. At just over nine inches and thicker than her forearm, Greg's prick was not only big, it was beautiful, too, with its long foreskin that perpetually covered his cockhead, even when he was fully erect. One thing had led to another; with brother and sister ending up that fateful day so long ago doing exactly what they were doing now, sixty-nining.

Sarah's husband Manfred was hung with a big enough prick at seven inches, and while they were together she never minded giving him head. Manfred was circumcised, and his cock was nowhere near the eight-inch girth that Greg's cock possessed. But it was never the same as when she went down on her brother. With Manfred it was never more than just a routine blowjob. With Greg, though, Sarah always had the sensation that she was actually getting fucked in the mouth, as if she almost had a phantom clit down her throat. Right now, this special quality to the oral sex with her brother was working its magic on Sarah all over again. It wasn't only the way he expertly ate her cunt that was about to make her cum.

Excitedly giving in to her senses, she writhed beneath Greg as they orgasmically boiled over. Abruptly climaxing, she felt as if her cunt were almost pissing female cum in his face. As always, he licked her pussy juice up with eagerness. His tongue was like velvet-lined sandpaper, scraping just the right places to keep her pussy oozing while his prick fucked her mouth even harder. The more she came, the deeper she swallowed his prick, and the hungrier Sarah became for Greg's huge load. How she loved feasting on a bellyful of her brother's cum.

To help get his slime, she squeezed her brother's balls along with sucking his prick. Her middle finger strayed from this pumping grip into the crack of his ass, where she probed his gritty asshole. This action had never failed to turn the trick in the past, and this time was no different.

"Ooooooh, Sis, I'm ready," Greg moaned from between Sarah's legs. "This is it. I'm cum cum... cummmmmming!"

His mouth-fucking boner exploded with liquid heat. Greg came the same way for Sarah as she'd cum for him: as if he were pissing. And, on cue, she matched every spurt with a greedy gulp.

Sarah wouldn't stop feasting until Greg's cock and balls were drained and she had downed just about every drop he had to give. By the time he had shot his load to the last dribble, she made sure her brother left her oral grasp with his hardon intact.

"Well, you did it for me again, Sis," Greg breathlessly said.

He kneeled beside Sarah, who now had one eye on how stiff his cock remained thanks to her and the other on the juicy mound of her own cunt. He never had to wait to get his cock up with her after he'd cum in her mouth. She was always ready to get fucked right away after they sucked, and she never failed to make certain that he was primed to do the job.

"So what're you waiting for?" she teased. "We don't have all night."

Greg lined up before her, taking aim on her wide-open pussy. Then down he fucked into the squishing target. As his prick was hilted in her, Sarah wound her legs around him and began rocking him in the cradle of her thighs.

"How fast do you think I can cum for you?" she asked.

"Just like that," Greg joked, snapping his fingers.

Proving his prediction totally accurate, Sarah climaxed on the spot.

"Oooooooh," she moaned, "most women wait a whole fuck hoping they can cum by the end of it, then think they're lucky if they finally do. But if I don't cum almost the whole time you're fucking me, Greg, I'm not satisfied."

"When was the last time I let you come up short, Sis?" Greg chuckled.

"Never," Sarah replied. "And you'd damned well better keep it that way."

"You can bet your life on it, Sis."

Greg poured it on the way he always did when he was fucking his sister.

"Owwww, it hurts sooo gooooood!" Sarah swooned. "Bruise my titties, Greg. Leave them so black and blue they'll stay that way for the next two weeks while you're gone. Then I can look at them and remember tonight."

"I can do better for you than that, Sis," Greg said. "You want marks on your titties? Try this."

He snatched up one of his sister's enormous G-cup tits with both hands and leaned over, bringing the plump nipple to his mouth. He took the bud of tit-flesh between his teeth and clamped down.

"Arrgghhh, you bastard!" shrieked Sarah. "More! More, Greg, more! Bite me, bite me, bite me!"

Greg now lifted the other tit to his mouth, taking its nipple between his teeth to join the first one. Sarah howled with agony, then swooned with ecstasy, carried away by a fresh orgasm fueled by the dynamite chemistry of sensual extremes.

She cried, "OOOoooh, this is as good as it gets!"

But with macho certainty, Greg said, "You know better than that, Sis."

"Was just testing you dear," Sarah admitted.

Guiding his hand down below, she took it beneath where his cock fucked one hole to a second opening, just a notch away.

"Three fingers," she heatedly urged in Greg's ear.

He slipped them into the narrow but yielding ass channel, one at a time. Then, when he had them securely lodged, he curled them at the knuckles so their flexing bulk was even greater than his cockhead was in Sarah's cunt.

"Yes, Greg, yes," Sarah rasped. "Just the way you know I like it down there. In my ass! Like another prick where I shit to go along with the one already in my pussy. Now fuck me with them both."

Greg expertly began trading thrusts with his real hardon in his sister's cunt and the knuckled replica in her asshole. Sarah's response was immediate.

"I'm cumming so fucking hard!" she sang. "I feel sooooo dirty when you make me do both, Greg. Tell me how dirty I am. You know how much I love to hear it."

"You're a dirty bitch, Sis. Worse than any whore," Greg said, affectionately calling Sarah the names she wanted to hear. "Whores just do it for money. But you'd pay me if that was what it took to drag you down into the gutter where you belong."

"Oh, I know, I know. I'm filthy," Sarah proudly stated. "You bring out the absolute worst in me, Greg. What would I ever do without you? I would never know how low I can sink if you weren't around to bring out the real me."

"You make it easy, Sis. You're one of a kind."

"Then Britney's never shit while she came for you?"

"You know she hasn't, Sis. She's just my wife."

"Yeah," Sarah hoarsely answered, "just like Manfred was only my husband. I'd never let him touch my asshole. Made up my mind a long time ago that I'd never anyone touch my ass while I came for anybody but you, Greg. It's not just my gutter, it's ours. Our own private world."

"Then are you ready for me to go all the way, Sis?" Greg asked.

"You know I am. You know I always am once you've taken me this far," Sarah bubbled. "Won't let you hear the end of it if you don't."

"You got it then, Sis," Greg told his sister.

His cock abruptly yanked free of her cunt. At the same time, his knuckles left her asshole with a loud pop. Then he waited for Sarah to present him with the perfect target for what they both had in mind.

She gave it to him by flinging her legs all the way back over her head to bend herself double. This raised her shapely ass to be the highest point of her jackknifed body. Taking an asscheek in each hand, she snatched them widely apart.

"Ah, the best part for last," Greg panted with anticipation, his cock stiffer than ever. "Fucking you where it's tightest."

"Yes," Sarah declared, "our special place! Manfred fucked me in the mouth and pussy, but that was as far as he got. Has Britney ever tried to get you to go this far with her?"

"You've asked me that a million times, Sis."

"So I'm asking you again."

"Okay, does this satisfy you? Like I always tell you, Sis, Britney wouldn't know what to do if I ever brought it up. And she sure wouldn't think of assfucking on her own. She's just... well, not that kind of woman."

"Not like me, you mean? Filthy? Dirty? Nasty?"

Greg nodded, adding, "That's you, Sis; filthiest, dirtiest, nastiest bitch I'll ever fuck."

"Ooooooh, you say the sweetest things, dear!" Sarah happily crowed, only too eager to take credit where credit was due. "And they're all true! Now prove it all over again by fucking me with your big cock as deep and hard as you can in our special place; straight in to your balls up my shitty ass!"

"Hold on then, Sis, "cause this time I just might finally rip you in two," Greg warned, fitting his cockhead into the puffy dent of Sarah's asshole.

"You've been promising me that for years without making good," Sarah merrily taunted. "And you know that if you ever did I'd die the happiest woman in the world. Just as long as you keep trying to assfuck me to death, though, I guess I'll be satisfied staying alive until the next time."

Sarah forced the fuck along. Grabbing her brother's prick, she jammed the cockhead into her shitpit. Purposely farting to widen the opening, she thrust her asscheeks in the direction of Greg's crotch and stabbed herself with about half of his hardon's thick shaft.

"Ahhhh, that's more like it!" she gasped with welcome pain. "Now assfuck me with the rest of your big prick on your own, stud. No mercy!"

His hips bucked, fucking the remainder of his ten-inch cock into his sister's farting ass tunnel.

Greg hissed, "Like this, Sis?"

"Exactly!" Sarah cried, coming at once. "Rip me, rip me, rip me!"

Greg's cock began to fuck, lubed by the orgasmic shit seeping from his sister's spasming bowels.

"Oh, you stud," she praised. "The two weeks you're gone, that's how long it might take before I can sit down again after the way you're ripping my ass tonight. And every time it hurts, I'll think about you and pray for you to get back so you can pick up where you left off and start assfucking the shit out of me all over again."

"Tomorrow night and you'll be as good as new, Sis," Greg scoffed. "I'm the one who'll need the two weeks to recover. Gonna need a sling for my cock after what your tight ass is putting it through."

Sarah's hips were now jumping this way and that in jerking semi-circles, whipsawing his hardon. She also rocked to-and-fro. The friction was unbearable for Greg.

"This is it, Sis," he announced. "It for tonight... and it for the next two weeks. I'm only human!"

His overworked prick erupted with a scalding torrent. Sarah's asshole tugged and hauled in response, greedily going after all the cum.

"So hot! So much!" she celebrated. "More! More!"

Greg, though, was quickly drained of his strength, as well as all his cum. By the time he pulled his shrinking prick free of Sarah's swamped shitpit, he was sure he had seen his last hardon for some time, and he flopped on his back in exhaustion.

However, Sarah wasn't quite finished yet. She wanted the frosting on the cake, as she called it. Pouncing on her fallen brother's crotch, she took his wilted prick, fresh from her fucked ass, and sucked his cock clean of her own female shit. She kept on sucking, forcing the blood back into Greg's cock and making the cum rise in his balls again.

Greg was in such a daze by now that he wasn't sure whether he was just dreaming this one last hardon. Then something happened which cleared his head, jolting him smack back into reality. And it wasn't just that he came again. Even more, the sharp ringing of the phone abruptly made him bolt upright the same instant his cock gushed in Sarah's mouth.

"Don't answer it, Sis," he urgently croaked, anticipating the worst. "Please, don't."

But, with the phone an arm's reach away, Sarah already had picked it up.


"Yeah, sure... uh-huh... sounds like fun. Awfully nice of you to ask," Sarah told the caller. "But I'm afraid I'd just be in the way. I don't ski at all, you know."

"Neither do I. So I'll have somebody to keep me company," the caller said. "And, if I'm not getting too personal, I thought maybe you could use the change in scenery. You know, going through a divorce and all. And since my kids already invited your George along, I just figured if he's with us it wouldn't be fair to leave you in an empty house around Christmas."

"Well, I'll have to think about it," Sarah said, stalling. "Can I call you back in a little bit?"

"Okay, but I'm warning you, I won't take no for an answer. This vacation is one where I'm just tagging along. I really wanted to go to Florida but everybody else wanted to ski. Everybody else will be off skiing, so at least I ought to be able to ask you to come with us. Plus, it's all paid for in advance, so it'd be our treat."

"All right, I'll get back to you," Sarah replied, then said goodbye and hung up.

Greg muttered, "It was her, wasn't it? Britney? What did she want?"

"She reminded me that George's over at your house helping Celia with her math for a test before school lets out for the holidays," Sarah said. "Jesus, he'll be back before long."

Greg nodded. Usually he had to rent an out-of-the-way motel room when he fucked his sister. "Britney said, as long as George was going along on your vacation, why didn't I come along too," Sarah said. "Said she hated the idea of me just sitting alone in an empty house." Her eyes narrowed. "She also said that this vacation wasn't really her idea at all, that she doesn't even know how to ski."

"Oh..." Greg stammered.

"Seems that I just heard you tell me the opposite, Greg," Sarah said pointedly. "Well?"

"Okay so I twisted things around a little!" Greg sheepishly admitted. "Just did it for your own good, so you wouldn't get upset. You've been, well, kinda touchy since you split up with Manfred. Fact is, my company is footing the bill because I sold more insurance than anybody else in the state this year, so I could hardly turn it down."

"Is it a nice place?" Sarah asked sharply.

"If you ski," Greg muttered. "But you don't."

"Neither does Britney," snapped Sarah. "And the poor woman claims she'll be bored to tears if you drag her along without someone to keep her company."

"Are you trying to tell me," gulped Greg, "that you're actually thinking about taking her up on it?"

"Sort of."

"Wh-why?"

"Maybe so I can watch you squirm," Sarah taunted. "Teach you a lesson for being such a damned liar. In fact, the more I think about it, I figure, why the hell not?"

Greg set his jaw, determined to have the final say: "I'm telling you, Sarah, forget it! No, I'm not just telling you, I'm ordering you to forget it!"

Sarah laughed in his face. "Ordering me, Brother, dear? I'm not your wife. Not anybody's wife anymore - that's why I dumped Manfred; so I'm sure as hell not about to take orders from you or any other man. Guess what, Mr. Macho. You just made up my mind for me ... I'm going!"

Sarah drove with George in her own car to the lodge. On the way, she noticed her teenage son was obviously upset about something and asked him what it was.

"Aw, Mom, you wouldn't understand," he mumbled.

"If it's because I'm tagging along," Sarah said, "then don't worry about that. I won't keep you from having a good time. You just relax and enjoy yourself."

That wasn't it, though, George claimed. In fact, he went on in a rush and seemed very much to mean it. He was grateful to have his mother along to keep an eye on him. Otherwise, he was afraid certain things might get out of control.

Completely puzzled, Sarah tried persuading George to make himself clearer. But he only sputtered that he'd already said too much. Then he fell into a brooding silence as they drove on.

Sarah had had enough experience with teenagers to know not to push too hard. George would open up when the time was right.

The breakthrough occurred at a stoplight in a small town she had to go through to get to the turn-off to the lodge. While mother and son silently waited for red to change to green, a sexy girl in tight jeans walked in front of the car, winking at George while she wiggled her ass. He turned ashen at the sight of her, gulping loudly.

"Do you know her or something?" Sarah asked.

"She, uh, reminds me of somebody," George murmured.

Sarah noted, "Come to think of it, she kind of puts me in mind of somebody, too. Your cousin Celia. But you must be thinking of somebody else."

However, seeing her son's extreme reaction, Sarah could sense they were indeed thinking of the same person. Then the light finally turned green. Sarah drove on until the town was far behind them.

Taking a chance that the time was right, she broke her silence to softly ask her son, "George, honey, do you want to tell me about it? About you and Celia?"

The tension took its toll on George. He broke down, holding his head in his hands and whining like a little boy who'd just scraped his knee.

"If only she was anybody else then it wouldn't be so bad," he said, more to himself than anything. "But, God, she's my own cousin. Family. Why won't Celia leave me alone? Why can't I leave her alone?"

Trying not to raise her voice, Sarah anxiously whispered, "Are you and Celia... well, what I think it is?"

At this point George looked his mother straight in the eye.

She pulled over to the side of the otherwise deserted mountain road to return his troubled gaze.

"I-I have to tell somebody," he choked. "It's tearing me up inside, 'cause I know I'm just going to get caught."

Sarah waited.

"Yes, mom, it's just what you think," George winced aloud. "Celia and me... I f-fucked her. Fucked my own cousin. That's why I'm so worried about this trip," he explained. "When Celia invited me, I knew what for, but I didn't have the guts to tell her no. At least with you along, Mom, I can use you as an excuse why I can't go off with her. So, please, Mom, please act as strict as you can. Then maybe Celia'll give up on me and hit on somebody else."

Sarah was shocked by what she was hearing, of course, but she was equally fascinated. Until now, she had never thought of her son in a sexual way. He was, she now realized, just about the same age her brother had been when Greg had started fucking her, just as she herself had been no older than Celia was now.

Then, defying her better judgment: Sarah boldly asked her son, "Was Celia a virgin? Did you take her cherry?"

George gulped and nodded.

Sarah couldn't stop herself: "Did she cum the first time?"

"A lot of times," George said. "That's why she's so hot to do it again. You just gotta help me stay away from her, Mom."

"Or?"

"I'll have to f-fuck her again," George croaked. "God, Mom, I'm only human! Just talking about it makes me... well, like I just said, I'm only human."

Sarah glanced at George's crotch and saw exactly what he meant. His jeans bulged with an uncontrollable hardon. Never having seen her son's cock in this state, Sarah was overwhelmed by curiosity, which affected her between her own legs, turning her cunt to a sticky mush.

George apologized, "Sorry, Mom, I just can't help myself."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Son," Sarah soothed, rubbing his thigh, just shy of his swollen fly. "When she saw how you fill out your jeans, your cousin Celia was just being human too. How did she get you to show... uh, it... to her?"

"She, uh, sorta showed me hers first," George gulped. "We were sitting next to each other on the couch and..."

"You mean like this?" Sarah asked, dropping a leg over the edge of the car seat so her skirt bunched up midway on her spreading thighs.

"Jeez, Mom, what is th-this? I could swear..."

"You and your cousin aren't the only ones who're human," Sarah said. "Now what did Celia do next?"

"H-had me touch her... d-down there."

"Mmmm-hmmmm," Sarah purred, taking George's trembling hand and guiding it under her skirt so he could feel her sopping panties, how wet her pussy was for him. "Then what?"

"M-made me use my finger."

"Show me how, darling. Do the same thing to me that you did with Celia."

"I can't. Not with my own mom! It was bad enough with my cousin," George protested. Then he proved himself a liar by beginning to finger fuck Sarah's squishing cunt through her panties.

"Was this how you made Celia cum for you at first?" Sarah asked, her breaths quickening.

George nodded.

"Oooooh, feels so good," Sarah moaned, climaxing. "More, more! Get rid of my panties now, darling, they're only in the way between you and my cunt. Just rip them off of me."

In a reflexing action, George grasped the flimsy band of fabric separating him from his mother's pussy and tore it to shreds. At the same time, Sarah scooted her ass to shorten the distance between her crotch and the boy, her skirt riding up all around her hips in the process. This left George staring directly into the hairy jaws of the same wide-open cunt which had originally given him birth.

"Jesus, I don't believe we're doing this, Mom," he rasped, probing the yawning pussy. "Shall I really go ahead and finger- fuck you some more?"

"It'd be even nicer if you ate me instead, darling," Sarah steamily suggested. "After all, I'll bet your cousin had you eat her cunt, didn't she?"

"Only after she took out my cock..." George told his mother. "So she could suck me at the same time I ate her."

"Then you already know how to sixty-nine without me having to teach you," Sarah panted in anticipation. "So what're we waiting for?"

She reared up at the waist, impatiently clawing at her son's jeans. She pulled down his jeans, along with his shorts. And springing into the open was at least ten jutting inches of teenage cock.

"Oh, just sucking that monster won't be enough for me," Sarah gusted. "I want you to flat-out fuck me in the mouth at the same time you're eating my pussy. You know the difference between an ordinary blowjob and real mouth-fucking, darling?"

"Celia let me know."

"Good for her. Now show me what you learned."

"Well... it went like this."

George swung around on top of his mother. He wound up straddling her head on the car seat. Then he angled his rigid prick down toward her open mouth. After taking a deep breath, he bucked his loins and fucked his ten-inch prick straight down her welcoming throat.

Her hands fluttering with approval, Sarah eagerly motioned for more. In response, her son's crotch began rhythmically grinding against her face, putting his swallowed dick into pumping gear. While expertly fucking her mouth, George moved to complete the sixty-nine.

Dipping between his mother's spread legs, George buried his face in his mother's hairy pussy bush. His tongue led the way, squirming within when he orally sealed his juicy target.

In her time Sarah had only gone this far with two men before - her brother because he was her secret passion and her husband because it was her duty as a wife. She had always believed this was enough variety in her sex life. But now with her third lover, this boy who was her son, she bubbled like a virgin with fresh excitement.

That was the magic of it, how George made Sarah feel as if she were starting all over again, rediscovering the joy of sex after being in a rut for years. This time around the bond was even closer that it had originally been when she'd lost her cherry to her brother so long ago.

She came in celebration, just as much from the thought of mother-son incest as from the act of sixty-nining itself. Her climaxing pussy poured its orgasmic juice down George's throat, which he thirstily gulped. In turn, this made Sarah equally thirsty for a gushing load of her son's teenage cum. She tried just as hard as she could to milk his cum from his beautiful, young cock.

She squeezed George's balls to prime the pump. They churned in her grasp, ready to explode. They did explode after one more squeeze, making his cock erupt at Sarah's oral depths.

"Oooooh!" She slurped his sudden torrent of cum. "Soooo sweeeeeet!"

She couldn't get enough of the spurting flow. Her son's cum was even hotter that she remembered her brother's having been when he was still a boy. It was like the fountain of youth for Sarah, making her feel as if she were a girl again.

Then George's cock slowed from spurting to oozing. Sarah nursed on the last of his cum, after every delicious drop she could swallow.

"That's all I've got to shoot, Mom," he finally said. "We'd better get going up to the lodge now."

Sarah released his prick, saw how stiff his cock remained, and declared, "Oh, no, we're not going anywhere yet. Not while you've still got a hardon like that. You've still got work to do, my boy."

"Like, uh, what?" George gulped.

"The same thing you did with your cousin Celia," Sarah said. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your gorgeous cock!"

She wriggled out from beneath the completed sixty-nine to get into position for the main event. Knowing that the front seat of the car was less roomy than the back, she slithered over the hump of the seat and spilled into the back. Landing with her legs widely spread, she fingered her pussylips apart.

George obediently followed her there. Kneeling before her, he aimed his rigid ten-inch cock at the cunt that had once delivered him into the world and which now so seductively invited him back in.

"Guess you know what this is gonna make me, don't you, Mom?" he parted.

"You tell me, Son," Sarah prompted. "Tell me while you're filling my horny cunt full of your hard, young cock."

"Yeah," George said, panting even harder. "You got it, Mom. Every inch of cock I have in your horny cunt."

He fell forward between his mother's thighs, stabbing pussy as though his hardon was a dagger. On the first thrust he was in to his balls, making Sarah cum at once from the jolting impact.

"Mmmmmm," she swooned, "so tell me. Now that I have a cunt full of your big cock, what does that make you?"

George laid it on the line: "A motherfucker, Mom! You've turned me into a motherfucker!"

"And I've never been prouder of anything in my life!" Sarah crowed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me like I've never been fucked before, my stud of a motherfucker!"

She wrapped her legs around George, rocking him above her to get him into the groove. His cock responded to the tempo she set, jerking back and forth in the vise of her pussy. As the friction grabbed hold, Sarah came again, wiggling her ass.

"Let me tell you something about yours truly," she said. "Once I start coming like I am now, all I want is more. So it's up to you to give it to me."

"How's that, Mom? I'm already fucking you as hard as I can."

"Then give me something to go along with your cock in my pussy."

"Just show me what, Mom."

"With pleasure!" Sarah ripped open her blouse, then yanked her bra out of commission. Spilling free, her big tits were capped by nipples that were as plump and firm and red as ripe strawberries.

"Oh, Jesus, yeah." George drooled at the sight of them.

He immediately buried his face between the two pillows of female flesh. Then his slurping mouth gradually worked its way to a nipple. These were the tits he had nursed as a baby, and he hadn't tasted them since that time. But he hadn't forgotten how, as he orally clamped down and turned on the suction.

"Mmmmm, you mothersucking mother fucker..." Sarah loved the added stimulation. "Nobody can suck my titties like my own baby boy. Especially now that he's all grown up and can fuck my cunt at the same time."

George drew a nipple almost into his throat, massaging with his tongue. Down below, his prick steadily fucked in her pussy. Sarah not only climaxed again but twice as hard as before.

But, despite her response to her son's sucking and fucking, she still wasn't through giving him a guided tour of her body. There remained yet another place that demanded attention.

"Now lets make it perfect, honey," she urgently told George. "Give me your hand. I'll show you where it belongs."

Sarah snatched her son's wrist. The next thing George knew, she had his fingers exploring the hairy crack of her squirming ass. Then she let go and told him to figure out the rest on his own.

"This, Mom?" George anxiously asked, hesitantly probing her puckered ass dent.

"Mmmm-hmmm. Give it to me, darling. Fingerfuck my horny asshole. Nothing goes better with a cock in my cunt and a mouth on my titties than something where I shit."

George fucked the narrow passage with a pair of fingers. Sarah farted in reply, coming again. She loved the way her son also slurped back down on a mouthful of nipple and fucked his prick to her pussy depths.

"Oh, nobody's ever done it to me any better!" Sarah cried. "If this is what your cousin taught you, I ought to pin a medal on that girl."

"You passed up Celia a long time ago, Mom," George answered. "Was like I was just playing games with her compared to this. Her titties aren't half as big as yours. Her cunt hardly has any hair on it, either. And I never even thought about her having an asshole I could fingerfuck. Celia's just a kid, Mom, but you're a woman. A real woman!"

"Flattery will get you everywhere with me, you beautiful boy," Sarah sighed, loving every word her son had spoken as much as she loved the sucking, fucking and fingering.

"No, Mom, I'm not just a boy anymore. When I fucked Celia, yeah. But now that it's me and you, I'm a man. Not gonna settle for that 'kid stuff' again. It's nothing less for me than you from now on, Mom. You turned me into a motherfucking stud and that's the way it's gonna stay if I have anything to say about it."

"You think Celia'll let you go that easy?" Sarah asked. "After she invited you to the lodge so you could fuck her again?"

"She's history, Mom," George said. "In fact, why do we have to go to the lodge anyway? We could just turn around and go back. Spend the next two weeks locked in the house, fucking each other."

"Oh, you're tempting me, really tempting me, darling," Sarah murmured.

"Well, maybe this'll help you make up your mind, Mom," George replied.

His mouth returned to her tits. He bit one of them now. And he added yet another finger in her asshole, digging deeply. But the real key to his persuasion was his cock in his mother's cunt. When he fucked with all his youthful strength, his prick promptly gushed a flood of scorching cum.

"If we turn around and go back home, you'll get a pussyful of my own anytime you want, Mom, day or night," George rasped as he shot his load. "Won't be anybody around to stand in the way of us fucking whenever we feel like it."

"Ooh, how can I say no to a stud like you?" Sarah excitedly squealed. "I'd go to the ends of the earth for more of your big cock and hot cum in my pussy, let alone just back home, under one condition."

"Name it, Mom."

"Fuck me one more time, right here and now. One for the road, honey."

"But your cunt's awful messy after the cum I just came in it, Mom," George noted, trying a cockthrust in Sarah's swamped pussy that produced more slippery squishing than friction.

"So you'll just have to fuck me somewhere that's a whole lot tighter than my pussy, won't you?" teased Sarah. "Like where you've still got your fingers."

George abruptly snatched his hand back as if he had been burned, looking at his filthy fingers as he pictured his cock taking their place.

"Jeez, Mom, won't it hurt if I fuck you down there?" he gulped, concerned, showing his inexperience.

"It better hurt!" Sarah demanded. "If you're a real man, you'll assfuck me so bard I can't stand how good it hurts."

"Well, I wasn't expecting this!"

"Do it, damn you, do it! My ass is so horny for your cock I can't wait. Now! Now!"

Spurring her son on, Sarah wrestled her cunt free of his prick, then drew back her legs and spread the half-moons of her asscheeks. Her hairy shitpit beckoned, like a dusky eye that hypnotized George into an erotic trance.

"Yeah, Mom, anything you say," he said. "I'll fuck the shit out of you if that's what you want."

But, as it turned out, George didn't get the chance. While he aimed his cock at his first asshole, fate was about to overtake him and his mother.


"Say, doesn't that look like Sarah's car up there beside the road?" Britney said. "See it, Greg?"

She was pointing toward a blue sedan apparently stalled about a quarter of mile ahead.

"Nothing that's any of our business," Greg said, dismissing his wife's concern. "Probably just some local yokel who ran out of gas or had a flat tire. It's his problem, not mine."

From the back seat, Greg's daughter, Celia, spoke up: "Aren't you gonna stop, Daddy?"

"Yeah, Pop," her brother Ron agreed.

"Sure," their father scoffed. "Then when it turns out to be one of these hillbillies around here, we can waste our time having to take him back to that jerkwater town. Forget it."

Approaching the blue car, Greg made it a point to speed up. They whizzed past, with the heads of Britney, Celia and Ron jerking around to make sure they were only passing a stranger. Britney, for one, was suddenly convinced that it was definitely more than that.

"Greg Wilson," Britney snapped at her speeding husband, "you turn this car around right now! I mean it. Unless blue cars like that are coming off the assembly line with dents in the same fender, I'm telling you that car is your sister's."

"I think mom's right, Daddy," Celia piped from the back seat.

"So do I, Pop," added Ron.

"Oh, shit," Greg grumbled. "What a god-damned pain in the ass. I hope you're all satisfied."

Reluctantly he slowed down, then made a U turn and started back. At this point, his wife told him to honk the horn. When Greg resisted, Britney reached over and did it herself. That was when familiar heads bobbed up inside the blue car beside the road.

"See," Britney Snapped, punching her husband in the arm, "I told you so. If that's not Sarah and George, then I'm not married to the stubbornest man there is."

"I tell you I saw them. They just drove by, Mom," George insisted to his mother. "I'd recognize that car anyplace."

"Well, I suppose it is them," Sarah agreed. "As long as they didn't stop, you can still fuck me in the ass."

"Oh, shit, now they're turning back around!" George blurted. "Look for yourself, Mom. Here they come."

Sarah bolted up. Her son was absolutely right.

She and George must have set a record forgetting their clothes back on straight. Then, holding her breath, Sarah opened the door and stepped out on the road to deal with the situation as well as she could.

"My car... it just stopped running." She gave her brother's family the best lie she could think of. "George and I... we were in the back seat looking for a screwdriver or a flashlight or anything that might help. I just don't have any tools and don't know what I'm going to do."

"Calm down, Sis," Greg said. "I have plenty of tools with me. And a gas can. Whatever it is, I'll fix you up right away. Then you can follow us the rest of the way to the lodge, so you can stay out of trouble, okay?"

Sarah could think of no way to disagree, which meant she and George wouldn't be going back home after all. She watched her brother get out of his car and poke around under the hood of hers.

"Nothing serious, Greg soon reported to Sarah, making no attempt to conceal his contempt of women drivers once he had the motor purring like a kitten. "You probably just flooded it or something while you weren't paying any attention to what you were doing."

Then he looked up toward the sky, which was rapidly turning as gray as slate.

"C'mon, let's get moving," he impatiently grumbled. "Looks like snow and I don't want to get caught in it. We're supposed to be skiing on the damned stuff, not stranded in it."


The lodge was the last place Sarah wanted to be, but she made the best of it. George seemed to be holding up, too, keeping away from his horny female cousin, Celia with his uncle and other cousin, Ron, he went to get firewood, often jumping at the chance to get away from Celia.

This left Sarah with her sister-in-law and niece. Britney was very talkative, her tongue loosened with a bottle of vodka.

Draining her glass after some small talk, Britney poured herself another and put some bite into the conversation by saying, "You know why I really asked you up here, Sarah? Because I've got a problem. You're Greg's sister, so you know him better than anybody, probably. Maybe you can tell me what to do about the son of a bitch. I'm sure as anything he's cheating on me."

Sarah raised her eyebrows in shock, knowing full well who the other woman was in Greg's life. Sarah was really amazed that Britney would discuss such a subject when her own daughter was in the room.

Reading Sarah's mind, Britney nodded toward Celia and said, "Oh, don't worry about my little girl. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't know about how her father is screwing around. She's the one who found the matchbooks from that cheap motel."

Now Celia spoke up on her own behalf: "I keep telling Mom to just forget it, but she won't listen to me. She wants to get even with Daddy. Is that why you divorced Uncle Manfred, Aunt Sarah, because you caught him fucking somebody else?"

Sarah flinched at her niece's choice of language, bracing herself with a big swallow of vodka.

"Don't mind Celia's mouth," Britney laughed. "Kids nowadays just tell it the way it is. You know what else my little girl says? Tells me that I ought to be glad her father's cheating. Because that gives me the right to pull the same thing behind his back."

"Well," Sarah muttered after steadying herself with another swallow of vodka, "it's certainly been done. Nobody could blame you if you had an affair with another man."

"The problem with Mom, though, is that she isn't interested in other men," Celia saucily said.

"I see," Sarah muttered again, finishing her drink and immediately wanting another to see her through this ordeal. "Well, loyalty is a fine quality under any circumstance."

"No, Aunt Sarah, you don't see," Celia said, openly giggling. "Mom isn't hot for other guys because she wants to try something else, but she's afraid to go over the line. What she's really horny for is pussy! Can you dig it, Aunt Sarah? My mom's a dyke down deep, but can't get herself out of the closet to save her life."

Sarah looked toward her sister-in-law. Britney's red face was the blushing admission it was true. After helping herself to more vodka, Celia boldly continued, "I even offered to let Mom go down on me. She can eat my pussy anytime as far as I'm concerned. The way I look at it, being bi is only natural. We're all born that way. Fact is, gets my pussy wet 'n' sticky just talking about it. My panties are soaked right now, to tell you the truth."

"Now you've gone too far, young lady!" Britney snapped. "Don't push!"

Celia was charged up by alcohol. "You know what the problem is, Mom? I haven't pushed enough. Should have pushed you right out of the closet, you dyke bitch. Bet I could make you suck my pussy if I really wanted to."

"You wouldn't dare," Britney gasped. "Not in front of your aunt."

"Why not, Mom?" Celia sassed. "You think I don't know why you really invited Aunt Sarah up here to the lodge? It's not about Daddy at all. Admit it, you're hot for her. You think it'd be all right if you make it with her because she's your own age, if only you could somehow get her to make the first move so you wouldn't feel so guilty."

Britney helplessly blushed again, her red face again apparent proof of her daughter's accusations.

"But I'm too drunk to back off now, Mom," Celia slurred. "You're gonna have to deal with me first. And if Aunt Sarah wants to join in, that's her business."

Celia drained the rest of the vodka. Then she threw the empty bottle against the wall, laughing as it shattered and her mother and aunt jumped in their chairs.

"Got your attention, huh?" she crowed. "Well, this is guaranteed to keep it."

Celia wore jeans and a sweater. But, quickly, the sweater was pulled over her head and tossed aside. Underneath she wore no bra. Small and perfect, her young tits needed no unnatural support.

"Drool, Mom, drool," she taunted. "Bet you'd love to suck these titties, wouldn't you? I know something else you'd love sucking even more, and now you get to see how hot and juicy it is for you."

Dipping her hands to her slender hips, Celia peeled down her tight jeans. She hadn't troubled with panties any more than she had a bra.

Suddenly, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of her fallen jeans, she stood stark naked in the middle of the room.

Her cunt looked like a much younger girl's, almost hairless. But, they could actually smell her pussy's strong womanly scent from halfway across the room. Both Sarah's and Britney's nostrils flared from the natural perfume.

"Now are you ready to go all the way with me, Mom?" Celia called, flaunting her nude body.

Britney resisted. "No, no. I want to, but I can't, not with my own daughter."

"Better watch out, Mom," Celia merrily warned. "The way Aunt Sarah's looking at my titties and cunt, she's gonna move in on me if you keep holding back. And I'm just horny enough to let her."

Sarah started to deny that she was turned on by her niece. But the words strangled in her throat. Her own cunt didn't lie.

"I didn't know," Sarah mumbled to herself "Never realized I could be... this way."

Overhearing her, her niece beckoned. "Better late than never, Aunt Sarah. Here I am, just waiting for you 'n' me to get it on and make Mom so jealous she has to join in.

Celia pitched herself onto a nearby couch. Landing with her legs apart, she spread them even farther by hooking one over the backrest and dangling the other on the floor. As if that were not enough, she next fingered her pussylips open.

"Got to eat it. Taste that sweet, young cunt," Sarah muttered to herself. "Never forgive myself if I don't find out what it's like."

Sarah jumped out of her chair and closed the distance to the couch.

"You strip, too, Aunt Sarah," Celia urged. "I want your tits and pussy, too, or I wouldn't be doing this. Won't be right when it's the first time for each, of being bi if we aren't both bare assed."

Although virtually hypnotized by her lesbian lust for her niece, Sarah remembered Celia's mother and turned to apologize. "I'm sorry, Britney... but I just can't stop myself. She's so beautiful."

"I understand," Britney sighed. "Believe me, I'd be there instead of you if I had the nerve. How can I blame you for being enough of a woman to do what I only wish I could?"

"Then it's all right with you?" Sarah asked.

"At least I can watch and see how it's done," Britney enviously murmured. "Fact is, I'm dying to see you two together."

Sarah swiftly stripped down to only her panties. She was starting to wriggle out of them, too, when her niece stopped her.

"No, leave them on," Celia suggested. "I'll take care of your panties myself, Aunt Sarah, by sucking them right off your hairy cunt while you're sitting on my face at the same time you're eating my pussy."

"Oh, do it, do it!" Britney urged.

Sarah eased into position, straddling above Celia sprawled on the couch. At one end of the lesbian sixty-nine, Sarah looked down at the smooth treasure of her niece's nearly bald pussy. And at the other end, she felt her panties riding up into the crack of her ass and her generous supply of curly cunt hair spilling out as she spread her asscheeks over Celia's face.

"Mmmmm, feed it to me, Aunt Sarah!" the horny teenager urged from below. "Feed me your cunt and then go down on mine. Let's really give Mom a show."

Sarah's ass settled into place. Sarah felt her niece's mouth immediately go to work. As Celia had vowed she would, she sucked pussy through her aunt's panties, treating the panties as if they were part of Sarah's cuntlips, clit, bush and juicy pussy.

"Ooooooh," Sarah moaned when the suction's impact overwhelmed her, "I didn't expect this to happen SOOO soooooon!"

She had just cum with breathtaking speed. And, to get at Sarah's orgasmic pussy juice, her niece ripped the panties away with a yanking bite of the flimsy fabric.

"Yes, that's the way to rip me, baby!" Sarah called. "Now lick me. Lick my hot cum out of my wet, hairy pussy!"

Celia's tongue surged on cue, filling her aunt's oozing cunt. Celia did more than just lick; she orally fucked Sarah, who rolled her hips no less than she would have if she had been taking a cuntful of cock.

"I love it! Love it!" Sarah swooned, grinding her furry pussy against her niece's face. "And now it gets even better!"

Leaning forward on top of the action, Sarah dipped between Celia's slender thighs to feast on her first cunt.

And what an adorable pussy Celia's was. Up close, Celia's almost-hairless cunt was even more striking. Closing her mouth over Celia's pussy, Sarah took a long, hungry suck and tasted heaven. After that, Sarah's tongue entered, and was immediately grabbed by those tight, young pussy muscles.

Once her pussy was being eaten, Celia reacted the same as her aunt previously had, returning the favor by climaxing at once in Sarah's mouth. Only used to the flavor of male cum before now, Sarah discovered how sweet the female variety was. Pussy juice didn't spurt like cum, so there wasn't as much at first, but a cunt could keep coming long after a cock would have shot its load.

Indeed, as the sixty-nine continued, the cunts of both aunt and niece went on oozing more fuck juice. As far as Sarah was concerned, she was ready to keep sucking and coming with Celia indefinitely, unable to imagine how anything could taste and feel any better. However, Sarah had a big surprise in store for her about how much further lesbian sex could go when a gal was being seduced by experts.

Celia had a partner who was doing a lot more than simply watching. A partner who had not only been in on setting up Sarah from the beginning, but who'd actually masterminded the whole thing - Britney.

With the sixty-nine in progress, Celia's mother slipped unnoticed from her chair and went to her luggage. From an overnight bag she took an object about ten inches in length. After dropping her slacks and panties, without yet being seen, Britney strapped the device onto her naked loins so it jutted straight out from her hairy crotch with its vinyl base snug against her cunt.

Britney cleared her throat to attract attention to herself.

Her daughter glanced over first. "Oh, Mom, it's perfect! Let me give you room so you can start using it right away on Aunt Sarah."

Her niece abruptly squirmed out from beneath her. Sarah didn't know what was going on. Then, looking up and seeing her sister-in-law standing with a gigantic cock sprouting from her cunt, Sarah didn't know whether this was for real or just some crazy dream she was actually having.

Sarah had never seen a bigger, stiffer cock than the monster with which her sister-in-law now seemed to be hung.

"Go ahead, Auntie, dear, pinch yourself so you can be sure you're not dreaming," Celia teased, reading Sarah's mind. "'Cause mom's big thick prick is the real goods. As real as a dildo can be."

Sarah reached out for her sister-in-law's 'cock' when Britney moved nearer. Stroking its thick length made Sarah an instant believer.

"Where did you get it?" Sarah gasped. "First you say all you can do is watch, and now you're hung like a man."

"Guess you've figured out by now that I'm not as shy about being bi as I lied I was," Britney chuckled. "I've been strapping on a dildo for years, ever since I sent away for my first one."

"Then why did you pretend you couldn't handle being hi, when it's just the opposite?" Sarah asked.

"Celia and I thought it would be more fun if she warmed you up to start with. Needless to say, she was lying through her teeth, too, about this being her first time," Britney explained. "We always work together whenever it's time for a fresh piece of ass. I raised Celia to be bi. Popped her cherry with this very same dildo."

Sarah blinked when she heard this, since, of course, she knew that Celia had led George to believe that he'd taken her cherry. Sarah wondered if Britney was aware of this.

Then Celia's virginity was no longer the issue, replaced by the question about Sarah's own status.

"You know, my dear," Britney now crooned, in a way you're still cherry, too. Forget about me. Mmm-hmmmm, when it comes to being fucked by another woman you're still a virgin."

"But not for long!" Celia predicted. "Fuck her, Mom! Fuck Aunt Sarah's cunt with your big cock!"

"With pleasure!" Britney stated. "Now, Sarah, darling, are you going to make it easy or hard on yourself?"

"I dunno what to do anymore," Sarah muttered.

"This will help you decide," Britney said. She lashed out and slapped Sarah across the face. "Now spread 'em! Give me that cherry cunt to fuck right away, bitch!"

Sarah fell back from the blow, sprawling on the couch in a daze. She was so woozy she wasn't even sure what she was doing. But her sister-in-law let her know she was doing just fine.

"Yes, that's perfect," Britney said, looking hungrily down between Sarah's spread legs. "Now beg me for it, bitch. Beg for me to fill your cherry cunt full of my dyke cock."

"Fuck me, Britney, please fuck me," Sarah begged. "I want your cock in my cunt so much. Please, please, please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Britney lifted Sarah's legs and took dead aim with the dildo. As the fake hardon barged into her pussy, Sarah uttered a gurgling moan.

"Oooooh, it's wonderful," Sarah sighed. "I'm going to cum already from your big cock in my cunt, Britney, darling."

"Then let's add something to it just for good luck," Britney said. "Celia, help me get your aunt coming right away."

Suddenly, while being fucked by her sister-in-law, Sarah was having her tits sucked by her niece. She would have cum anyway from the first stimulation, but now being treated to a second source of pleasure well, she climaxed twice as hard as she would have before.

"Oh, thank you, thank you both for teaching me how bi I really am." Sarah swooned with orgasmic gratitude. "Now all I want is more, more, more!"

She got more. And it went beyond even the present hot action. It soon turned out there was yet another dildo in the luggage. This one was strapped on by Celia, and Sarah knew what to do the instant she saw her niece had a cock.

"Both of you!" Sarah wildly rasped. "Both of you fucking me at the same time! Britney, you keep fucking my pussy while Celia fucks me in the ass!"

Adjustments were rapidly made. Sarah wound up on all fours in the middle of the floor, her cunt impaled on the spike of her sister-in-law's dildo when Britney moved in below. This left Sarah with her ass up.

"Mmmm, what a hairy asshole." Celia eyed the puckered target before her. "I'm gonna love fucking it with my big cock."

Celia mashed the knobby head of her dildo against the dent of her aunt's narrow asschannel. Sarah shivered in anticipation, bracing herself to take ten inches of prick up her shit chute.

Her crotch bucking like a bronco's, Celia took the plunge. She was a slender girl, but she proved to have surprising strength when it came to fucking ass. She fucked every inch of cock into her aunt's ass with a single surge.

Sarah was deliriously coming and farting.

Britney made a cock-thrusting comeback in her sister-in-law's pussy. And it just seemed so natural for Sarah to react as she now did - to start pissing.

Britney and Celia traded surges as they kept Sarah pissing and farting and shitting from her coming cunt and asshole. All track of time was lost after that, as the fucking continued nonstop. Before long it seemed only logical that Sarah herself would end up with one of the dildos strapped to her own loins, fucking somebody instead of just being on the receiving end.

When Britney and her daughter had planned this seduction, they had had no idea that they would be so successful. And they had had no idea how much time they would spend immersed in the pleasures of female fuck fun. Indeed, when somebody finally noticed the time, they realized that they were in danger of being caught by the returning men.

But, as it turned out, there was really no danger of them being caught, for nature stepped in and took a hand in things. A raging blizzard abruptly overtook them.


The three men were so busy gathering and chopping wood that the blizzard took them by surprise. At first the flakes softly fell. Then, all of a sudden, neither boy could see anything but each other through the swirling snow.

"Jeez, where's your dad?" George asked his cousin, as the storm got worse.

"Probably not that far away," Ron answered. "Went to drag back some more wood. But in this shit, a hundred yards could be the same as a hundred miles if we don't hurry up and get out of it."

"Well, he ought to be able to hear us if we call," George said.

"Makes sense," Ron agreed. "Dad! Hey, Pop, can you hear me?"

"Uncle Greg! Uncle Greg!" George added. "Shout back if you can hear! Are you all right?"

Greg yelled, "Yeah, boys, you're coming through loud and clear."

The boys sighed with relief, as the snow caked on their clothes.

"Then hurry and catch up with us, pop, so we can get back to the lodge!" Ron urged.

But Greg had bad news: "Dunno if I can. I can hear you fine, but I can't see a damned thing in this mess. Don't know whether I'm coming or going."

"Well, God, Pop, we've gotta do something!" Ron cried. "Can't leave you out there to freeze to death."

"Wait, I do see something," Greg reported after a moment. "Not you boys, but it'll have to do. I'm right by the road, and that's my best bet. It'll lead me someplace safe."

"Then what about us?"

"Look away from the trees and find the clearing. Feel your way if you have to," Greg suggested. "That'll lead you back to the lodge. I'm too far away, too deep in the woods for it to work for me, but you can do it. Just go for it, boys, and don't worry about me. I'll catch up with you later. Now I've gotta get to the road."

After that, there was no more from Greg's direction. The boys had no choice but to follow his advice. After bumping into some trees they finally got turned in what seemed the right direction and plodded hopefully forward. When they saw the faint glimmer of electric lights they whooped with joy.

"Now I'm staring to really get worried," Britney admitted. "The way we were fucking, the blizzard was the only thing that kept Greg and the boys from coming back when they should have and catching us. But now that it's served its purpose, I wish they'd hurry and show up."

Then there was shouting from outside. Britney, Sarah and Celia all raced to the door, opening it. The storm blew in their faces. A pair of figures struggled in the distance to reach the lodge; the boys. After several minutes, Rob and George finally managed to reach their goal and staggered inside, exhausted.

"Where's your father?" Britney asked her chilled son.

His teeth chattering, Ron managed to explain the situation.

"I think Uncle Greg'll be okay," George added, "as long as he sticks to the road. When he gets to a phone he'll probably call."

"If the lines aren't already down," Sarah cut in.

To everyone's surprise and relief, the phone abruptly rang. It was indeed Greg. Yes, he was fine, he told his wife after checking on the boys' safety. A jeep had picked him up right away and had taken him into town. But, he explained even a four-wheel drive couldn't get through the snow anymore. Even after the blizzard stopped, it might take a couple of days before anyone could reach the cabin.

"As long as Rob and George found their way back, nobody needs to panic," Greg advised. "They're young and strong enough to keep things on an even keel. Here, let me talk to..."

But, all at once, there was silence on the other end of the wire. Sarah's earlier concern had now materialized. The phone was abruptly dead, the line out.

Everybody looked glumly at one another, resigned to the fact that they were snowed in and had no choice but to survive the ordeal as best they could. Next, they were plunged into darkness, the lights going the same way as the phone.

The main problem would be keeping warm. There was enough wood already cut and stacked indoors for a fire that would last them through the night. They would take turns staying up to make sure the fire kept going. While somebody continually tended the fireplace, the other four would double up, two to a sleeping bag, for added heat.

George volunteered for the first shift. The others had randomly paired off in the darkness. Sarah wound up sharing a bag with her nephew Ron. That was fine with her. As long as they stayed warm. All she wanted to do was get some sleep before it was her turn to sit by the fire.

She dropped off quickly. But it was not a restful experience. Quickly, Sarah began to dream. If she'd been able to step outside herself to read her own unconscious mind, she would have expressed wonder that her attention remained stuck on sex, even in her sleep, despite all the fucking and sucking before the blizzard.

This time, though, her dreams were not of lesbian-style fun. Sarah dreamed of a hard, young cock nudging between the cheeks of her ass, a real prick, not some latex dildo. Sarah tried to squirm away. But there wasn't enough room for her to maneuver.

Then, in the dream, a faceless male voice whispered, "Take it easy and let me do it to you. Nobody has to know but us. I've been hot for you for a long time."

Believing she was dealing with nothing more than her own imagination, Sarah told the phantom intruder, "Okay, okay, go ahead and get it over with. All I want is to sleep in peace."

"You won't regret it," she was promised.

Sarah felt cold hands on what seemed to be her bare ass, awkwardly pulling the asscheeks apart. Something hard and warm slipped into Sarah's cunt from behind, and she couldn't help responding favorably to this pleasant feeling.

"You're fucking me, aren't you?" she asked.

"The way I've always wanted to. Don't worry, it won't take long. I'm so horny for you I'll cum right away."

"Mmmmm, why hurry?" Sarah sighed, her attitude entirely changed. "This dream is starting to agree with me after all. Take your time and fuck me right. So at least I can cum a few times myself before it's over."

"Hey, that's a good one. Yeah, a dream. We'll both just pretend that's all it is. Then when we wake up in the morning, there won't be any strings attached. Then tomorrow night you can have the same dream, huh? For as long as we're snowed in, right, Aunt Sarah?"

Sarah broke out in a cold sweat. The voice had become all too familiar.

"My cock in your tight cunt sure feels damned real, though," the voice went on. "Don't know about you, Aunt Sarah, but I never had a wet dream that felt like this."

Sarah had to know, breathlessly muttering, "Ron, is that you? ... are you... f-fucking me?"

A cock-thrust to the depths of her squishing pussy was the reply. It felt too good not to be genuine. But just to make sure she was actually awake, Sarah poked her head out of the sleeping bag and focused on the first thing she saw. This turned out to be the reality of the glowing fireplace across the room, with her son sitting by it. This was no dream.

Noticing her movement, George called, "You doing all right, Mom? Thought I heard you talking in your sleep."

Before Sarah could answer there was another surge of teenage prick in her pussy from behind.

"Ooooooh, yes," she murmured to her son while her nephew fucked her, "I'm fine. Just, ahhhhh, fine."

"Well, get some rest, Mom," George advised. Sarah moaned, then disappeared all the way back into the sleeping bag with Ron. He had enough sense to be quiet now so his cousin wouldn't get wise that he was fucking Sarah. So, in silence, Ron's cock rhythmically stroked within Sarah's warm, damp pussy.

Her sense rapidly reaching a boil, Sarah came. She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out with pleasure. And she anticipated that the difficulty she felt in stifling her delight was bound to become even more of a struggle. The way her nephew's cock pumped inside her pussy told Sarah that Ron would be shooting his load more sooner than later.

His cum flowed even before Sarah had expected. While she still tingled from her own orgasm, Ron rapidly caught up with her. His cock exploded with their fuck only a few minutes old Sarah's pussy was swamped with scalding cum.

Sarah wished she could stretch this feeling out more and kick up her heels in the process, but she would take what she could get. Under the circumstances, a quickie fuck with her nephew was all she could reasonably ask for.

"Thanks, Ronnie," she whispered to him when it was over.

"Yeah," he sighed, his dripping cock shrinking out of her sticky cunt. "It was great while it lasted, Aunt Sarah."

Sarah warmed herself in the afterglow of fucking to lull herself to sleep. Ron's soft snoring was the last thing she heard before dropping off, leading her to believe there would be no more sex tonight.

A few hours later, though, sometime between midnight and dawn, Sarah was awakened, and the temptation was there all over again. It was Ron once more, this time outside the sleeping bag as he nudged her out of her slumber.

"I just finished my shift watching the fire," he told her in a voice low enough not to disturb anyone else. "Now it's your turn, Aunt Sarah."

"Eh, Sure," Sarah drowsily mumbled.

"I can stay up awhile longer, though, and keep you company," Ron offered. "If you, uh, know what I mean."

Sarah glanced around the room. Nobody was stirring. She looked up at Ron, who now stood directly above her with his legs astride the sleeping bag. As the fireplace glowed from the background between her nephew's thighs, Sarah couldn't miss the outline of his obviously bulging crotch. Nor could she ignore the spasming between her own legs.

Yes, she knew what Ron meant, she admitted. And, no, she couldn't resist. She didn't try.

"Just a blowjob, though," she said. "Anything else is too risky. Then you have to go back to sleep."

Ron nodded in agreement, then unzipped his swollen fly and pulled out his rigid prick. He backed toward the fireplace.

Sarah was almost hypnotically drawn from the sleeping bag, as she crawled to follow him.

They picked a dark corner to the side of the flickering glow, the protruding bricks of the hearth shielding this particular spot from being lit. Ron stayed on his feet, Sarah on her knees. She took his hard, young prick in her mouth and deepthroated his cock with a single slurp. He took her head in his hands and began guiding the tempo of her suction.

Her nephew had a very salty cock, Sarah found out. This was a welcome discovery, because the saltiness made her especially thirsty for the cum Ron would eventually shoot. However, she didn't hurry to drain his balls. She took her time, wanting to really get acquainted with how Ron was hung.

He had about ten inches, she figured. Ten very thick inches. And his balls, when she fished them out of his jeans to fondle them, were fat and round and smooth, the kind guaranteed to produce plenty of cum.

"You give great head, Aunt Sarah," Ron murmured. "Never had a better blowjob."

When she heard this, Sarah immediately wondered who else had sucked him off. A possibility occurred which an intrigued Sarah could not ignore, considering the weird things that had already happened to this family in just one day.

Has Ron, she asked herself, been making it with Celia too? If that remarkable girl had sucked and fucked with her mother and cousin and now, of course, also her aunt, why not, at some point, with her own brother?

Maybe she would go ahead and bring it up, Sarah thought. Someday. But, in the meantime, first things first. She had a blowjob to give and was more than hungry enough for a bellyful of her nephew's teenage fuck cream to put her curiosity about his sex- life aside for the time being and eagerly finish what she had started.

"You like a finger up your ass, Ronnie?" she asked, slurping up at him with a mouthful of prick.

"Right on, I always get off extra hard from that," he answered. "Fingerfuck my ass real deep, so I can feel it right behind my nuts."

Somebody had definitely been giving Ron expert treatment. That sure sounded like Celia after what Sarah had heard about and seen of her niece.

In any case, Celia wasn't the only one who could fingerfuck a boy's asshole with a magic touch. Sarah set to work proving her own talent in this area, digging into the gritty channel to find and massage - the crucial gland at the base of her nephew's balls.

"Oooooh," Ron moaned with approval, "that's the way, Aunt Sarah. Keep it up and I'm gonna shoot a helluva load in your cock- sucking mouth."

"Mmm-hmmmm," Sarah gurgled with anticipation.

Deep-throating his prick, squeezing his balls and fingerfucking his ass, she gradually brought her nephew toward the bursting point. Soon Ron was bucking his crotch, pulling Sarah's face against him every time he fucked forward.

"Won't be long now, Aunt Sarah," he gasped.

Sarah was ready for her creamy reward. With her mouth, hand and finger she applied extra pressure to her nephew's cock, balls and asshole. That did the trick. The dam between Ron's legs abruptly broke.

"What a load!" he croaked as he came. "A guy can't shoot anymore cum than this."

Sarah had to agree as she feasted on his spurting prick. Her nephew's cum was so rich and plentiful that, as she swallowed it, she had the fantasy she could actually live on a meal of Ron's scum without having to eat or drink anything else.

Then the gushing slowed to an oozing trickle, and the blowjob was nearly over. Sarah finished it off by nursing on Ron's cockhead as if his prickhead were an oversized nipple.

"Well, guess that does it," she sighed when she finally released his drained cock. "Great while it lasted, but now you'd better get some sleep. I have to watch the fire."

"Sleep?" Ron scoffed. "C'mon, Aunt Sarah, you gotta be kidding. How can I sleep when you've left me in this kinda shape?"

He meant he still had a hardon, which hadn't lost an inch in spite of the blowjob. If anything, his cock was more rigid than before he had cum in his aunt's mouth.

"I can't go back to sleep without fucking you now," Ron insisted. "Jeez, Aunt Sarah, I'm only human."

Sarah had heard about being "only human" a lot lately, but who was she to deny the sense it made? After all, hadn't she used that as an excuse herself to give in to her incestuous lust?

"Okay," she told Ron, "I'm only human, too."

Then Sarah dropped onto all fours like a bitch in heat. Pulling down her pants, she was in position to keep an eye on everybody else as they slept while her nephew dog-fucked her from behind.

Ron went to work right away with his tireless prick. But he did not fuck her pussy, as Sarah had expected. Instead, she abruptly felt herself on the receiving end of a prick surging straight up her ass.

"Oh, you tricky bastard," she groaned over her shoulder, when it was too late to do anything but hang on for the ride. "I suppose she taught you about this, too."

"She? Who?" Ron gulped, sounding both confused and concerned.

Sarah made a snap decision. If her nephew had the nerve to go for an assfuck without warning her in advance, she owed him an ass fuck. But in return, she would go after the truth.

"You know who!" Sarah sharply answered. "If you want to keep your cock in my ass, stop playing dumb and admit you've been screwing her."

Ron caved in. "Okay... okay. Dunno how you found out, but, all right, so I fucked her."

"And I suppose she told you the first time that she was cherry," Sarah said, on to Celia's little game of pretending to be a virgin.

"Huh?" Ron gulped, only this time his confusion seemed total. "How could she be cherry? With two kids?"

"Oh, my God!" Sarah breathlessly choked, instantly understanding what her nephew was saying. "It's not who I thought after all. It's... it's...

"Hey," Ron now said, "you've been jerking me around, haven't you, Aunt Sarah? You didn't really know who I've been fucking. You wouldn't have asked about her being cherry if you knew."

"I do now, though," Sarah answered in a hush. "Now I do... motherfucker."

"Should've kept my damned mouth shut," Ron hissed with self- disgust. The stress from the conversation had taken its toll on his hardon. His cock had wilted in his aunt's ass.

Sarah didn't want it to end like this. "I don't care if you are a motherfucker. The main thing is who you're fucking now, Ronnie. Not your mom. Me. Your cock in my ass is what matters most here and now."

"Naw, I lost it," Ron muttered. "Can't get it back up anymore."

Sarah wouldn't be denied, though. While she squeezed the muscles of her shitpit around her nephew's prick to lock it in, she began rocking to-and-fro on all fours.

Ron claimed, "I'm telling you, it's no use." But his cock proved him wrong. A sudden rush of blood propelled it back to the depths of his aunt's ass chute. Then Sarah seized her prize by lurching all the way back, leaving her hands and knees to topple Ron and straddle his loins with his revived boner straight up her tightest fuck-hole.

From there she rode him, rising and falling so that rather than Ron assfucking her, it was her ass which was all but raping his captive prick. He was helpless to do anything except let it happen, a victim of the mounting friction which brewed a fresh batch of cum in his churning balls.

"You're just like my mom," Ron moaned to his aunt just before he shot his load. "A guy doesn't have a chance with either of you two horny bitches."

"You bragging or complaining?" Sarah teased.

"Just coming," Ron rasped, his cock erupting like a ten-inch volcano with molten cum.

"Mmmmm, then that makes me and your mom more than just a couple of horny bitches." Sarah swooned from her own climax while she was on the receiving end of her nephew's. "Makes us both lucky bitches to have a stud like you in the family."

Ron didn't disagree. He couldn't. He was worn out from too much of everything. He went to bed. Realizing he was out of it, Sarah covered him up and then completed her shift by the fire. Sitting there by herself, she was provided with the perfect opportunity to sort things out.


A chilly morning greeted them, the fire finally having given out. However, the blizzard had also run its course. Maybe nobody could rescue them from being stranded until a little thaw set in, but at least the boys could make their way far enough outside to scrounge for wood in the snow.

When George and Ron were gone, Sarah prepared to discuss a little something with Britney and Celia. She had made up her mind during the pre-dawn hours that being stuck up here could be a memorable experience for all of them in more ways than one if they were honest with one another about the way things really were.

Sarah was ready to fire the first shot by openly admitting that Ron had fucked her last night. What the reaction of her sister-in-law and niece would be, she couldn't predict, but it would certainly get their attention and she'd play it by ear from there. However, before she could get started, she was beaten to the punch.

"Ahhh, Aunt Sarah," Celia said. "You didn't get much sleep last night, did you?"

Sarah found herself on the defensive. "I-I don't know what you mean."

"Shall I spell it out for you, Auntie, dear?" Celia laughed. "F-u-c-k."

Sarah felt herself blushing.

"F-u-c-k-i-n-g," Celia continued, spelling with glee. "Ron."

"Wh-what makes you so sure of something like that?" Sarah weakly asked.

Now Britney spoke up, scolding her daughter, "Don't tease your poor aunt like that, young lady. None of us got very much sleep last night, and it wasn't only because we took turns watching the fire."

"Okay, so the three of us are all cunts," giggled Celia, enjoying every minute of this. "You might as well know, Aunt Sarah, Mom and I were going at it hot and heavy in our sleeping bag. And it just made us even hornier when we found out you were getting it on with Ron."

"What about George?" Sarah asked. "You said none of us were left out."

"Oh, I fucked him sometime in there," Celia casually revealed. "He didn't have any choice when it was Mom's turn to watch the fire and he had to get in the same sleeping bag with me."

Sarah looked toward her sister-in-law, who nodded.

Then Sarah asked Britney, "Do you know about the rest? Your daughter and my son? Before last night?"

Britney nodded again, explaining, "I raised Celia to be bi not gay. Boys are important, too, for a girl her age. I'd never stop her from trying both cock and pussy."

"Mom was the one who convinced me I ought to go after George in the first place," Celia chimed in. "Especially since she was already fucking Ron."

Sarah reeled, stunned into speechlessness. "I wanted to fuck Ron for myself," Celia merrily went on. "But that's where Mom drew the line. Not on account of he's my own brother or anything so uptight, just 'cause she wanted him all to herself. She told him I'm still a virgin. Pretty selfish, huh? Then, though, when she turned me on to George and he came through like a real stud, I was plenty satisfied. He's hung."

"I know," Sarah heard herself say now.

"You mean George told you about us?" Celia said with surprise.

"He told me about it, how you made him think you were cherry. But that's not how I know George's a hung stud. I found that out first-hand, just like you did, Celia. When he fucked me."

Celia looked toward her mother, asking, "Mom, is Aunt Sarah serious? Do you think she really fucked George?"

"Why not?" Britney matter-of-factly said. "Why should I be the only one who turns her son into a motherfucker?"

Britney left her chair, going to her sister-in-law and embraced her.

"Welcome to the club," she told Sarah. "I never dreamed we were so much alike... and was never so glad to be wrong about anything. If only we'd known enough about each other a long time ago to be as honest as we are now. But better late than never."

Sarah willingly traded tongues when Britney kissed her on the mouth.

"Hey," Celia interrupted, "all right, so you've made your point. Believe me, I get the message that you're two of a kind. But you can't celebrate by turning dyke when the boys are due back. Not when we've still got to decide what to do about them for the rest of the time we're snowed in here."

"If Mom and Aunt Sarah decided they ought to help George get some wood, what about you, Sis?" Ron asked, crouching as he lit a match to restart the fire.

"I'm the cook," Celia answered, holding up some pork and beans. "I can open a can better than anybody."

"Aw, Sis, you're just lazy," Ron snorted, getting a flame going. "Never did a lick of work in your life if you could help it."

"True, true," Celia cheerfully admitted. "But maybe I want to stay inside for another reason than just being lazy."

"Oh, sure," Ron scoffed. "Such as what?"

"Like getting the chance to be alone with you," purred Celia, forgetting about the pork and beans in favor of joining her brother before the rapidly crackling fireplace.

"What for?" Ron suspiciously asked.

"Maybe I'm jealous," Celia purred. "Could be I'm wondering what it might've been like if I'd been in that sleeping bag with you last night instead of Aunt Sarah."

Ron turned pale, then turned back toward the fire.

"Aunt Sarah let you do it to her last night, didn't she, Ronnie?"

Ron sputtered, "Y-you don't know what you're talking about, Sis. And neither do I. D-do what?"

"Oh, Ronnie, you're really gonna make me say it, aren't you?" Celia giggled. "The word. The big, bad word that nice girls aren't supposed to ever say. The F word."

"Y-you crazy, Sis?"

"Fuck," Celia chanted, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

With the fire reflecting in his glassy eyes, Ron looked like a scared rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding car.

"You fucked Aunt Sarah last night," his sister now said. "You fucked that old bitch when you could've been fucking me."

"I-I never knew you went all the w-way, Sis," Ron sputtered.

"There's a first time for everything. After all, a girl has to start somewhere," murmured Celia. "And who better than with her own brother? If I can't trust you to take my cherry, there's no hope."

She lifted her sweater and the long underwear beneath it, showing her small but perfect tits.

"See how hard my nipples are?" she said. "They're that hard because of you, Ronnie. And my cunt's wet."

She dropped her hands to her jeans, unsnapping them. They were pulled down with the bottom half of the underwear, exposing her nearly hairless pussy.

"Just taste for yourself how wet my cunt is." One of her fingers traced the line between her pussy lips. Then she thrust the sticky result in her brother's face.

"Lick it. Suck it," she urged.

Ron's tongue lapped forth to take advantage of his sister's outrageous offer.

"Sweet?" Celia asked.

"Yeah," Ron admitted.

"Then go right to the source."

Celia pushed her crotch flush against Ron's face. His mouth instinctively sealed her pussy, and once again his tongue surged. His tongue squirmed deeply within his sister's warm, wet gash.

"Oh, yes! Ronnie, fuck me with it, fuck me with your tongue," Celia swooned. "It'll get my pussy good 'n' ready for when you fuck me with your cock and take my cherry. That is if you don't mind me coming in your mouth in the meantime. Like, mmmm, this." She climaxed on the spot. Instantly hooked on her fuck juice, her brother reamed her oozing pussy for every sticky drop he could get.

"Ahhhh," she moaned, "now I'm ready to suck your cock while you keep sucking my cunt. Take out your cock for a sixty-nine with me,

Ron dropped his pants, without missing a slurping beat between his sister's legs. He and Celia sprawled on the floor before the fireplace, him swinging around on top of the action so his tongue corkscrewed in her pussy, and he wound up with his crotch straddling her upturned face. Celia reached for his hardon, angling the prickhead toward her mouth. She started to suck cock, swallowing her brother's rigid cockmeat, inch by inch.

"The whole thing. Take my whole cock, Sis,' Ron urged.

Celia gave him what he asked for; engulfing his prick to his bails. She squeezed his balls and fingerfucked Ron's asshole in order to prime the pump of his cum.

Burrowing between his sister's thighs to feast on her cunt's output of female cum, Ron knew that his cock was already on the verge of shooting in her mouth. Doubling her suction to get the creamy payoff, Celia also tightened her grip on Ron's balls and added another finger up his ass.

"Ooooooh!" he quickly gasped in Celia's cunt at one end of the sixty-nine, as his prick erupted down her throat at the other end. "This is it!"

Ron came so fast and hard it was as if he were pissing cum. But his sister kept up until his cock slowed to a sticky dribble. She nursed on the cockhead until every last drop was hers.

"Mmmm, what a load. Didn't lose an inch of your hardon, did you?"

"Yeah, guess I didn't," Ron noted, unraveling from the completed sixty-nine.

"Then put that monster back to work right away," Celia said. "This time in my cherry cunt. I've been a virgin long enough, and if my own brother isn't stud enough to finally turn me into a real woman, I don't know who is. Bet mine won't be the first cherry you've ever popped, huh?"

"'Fraid so, Sis," Ron revealed. "Before you, I've just fucked ... well, what you'd call older women. Too old to still be waiting for their first pussyful of cock."

"Like, you mean all your pieces of ass were around Aunt Sarah's age? Old enough to be your own mom?"

"A-around there," Ron stammered, nervous. To his relief, Celia dropped this line of questioning, declaring, "Well, you can forget those worn-out cunts, now, Ronnie. I'm gonna give you some tight cunt. SOOOOO tight. The tightest piece of ass you can get. Cherry tight!"

Celia spread her naked, young body like a teenage gymnast, flinging her arms and legs out so her fingertips touched her toes on either side of her. This action stretched her cunt fantastically open, causing her clit to flex like a miniature hard- on at the summit. Her pussy gash resembled a pink, oozing wound.

Ron could see every detail, his sister being almost hairless between her yawning thighs. Yes, he had to believe she had virgin written all over her.

"Just tell me if it starts to hurt when my cock's in your cherry cunt, Sis," he said, "and I'll take it easy on you."

"I'll never forgive you if You do," Celia shot back. "It's supposed to hurt a girl so good she can't stand it her first time. At least that's the way I've always imagined it ever since I was a little girl, and I won't settle for anything less now that I'm finally getting fucked. Don't be nice, Ronnie, be a stud. Rip me, rip me, rip me!"

Celia inched forward on her ass, her crotch closing with her brother so her pussylips snagged his cockhead. It was an automatic action for Ron to set his hips, then buck them, and drive into Celia's juicy target with every thrusting inch of his long, thick cock.

"Ooooooh," she squealed as he fucked her, "I can feel your big, hard cock all the way to my soul!"

"Yeah, Sis," Ron asked, "but what about Your cherry? Did I break it for you that easy? Aren't you supposed to bleed?"

"Some girls do and some girls don't," Celia answered. "The main thing is that no girl could still have her cherry after getting fucked full of this much cock, bloody cunt or not."

"But you said it was supposed to hurt," brother reminded sister. "Now you don't act like it does at all."

"I thought it would," Celia said "And I still want it to, one way or another. Can I help it if my cunt's so ready to finally get fucked that it's just made for all the cock it can get the first time I go all the way? You'll just have to hurt me some other way, Ronnie."

"Like?"

"These," suggested Celia, bunching her small tits together so their erect nipples throbbed side by side. "Lean down, take them in your mouth."

Bending forward on request, Ron slurped to make contact as he awaited the rest of his instructions.

"And bite me!" Celia said.

Her tits might have been petite, but, together, her plump nipples were quite a mouthful. Taking them between his teeth, Ron chewed. The welcome pain went directly to Celia's fucked pussy, adding to the prick already shafting her down there to make her climax with writhing ecstasy.

"Yes, yes, yes! More, more, more!" she gusted. "Keep making me suffer so I keep coming all the way through the rest of the fucking until you cum too, Ronnie!"

"You think maybe you'd like it in the ass along with the rest, Sis?" Ron anxiously asked as he gnawed tit-flesh.

"Did you learn about that from your older women?" Celia girlishly asked. "Is it something I ought to be trying?"

"It's up to you, Sis. But since you already had your finger up my ass when you sucked my prick, I just thought maybe you'd want me to return the favor while I'm fucking you."

"Is that how it was when you fucked the older generation?" teased Celia.

"They're them and you're you," Ron answered, plainly wanting to drop the subject of his previous sex-life. "Whatever turns you on is all that matters to me now, Sis. I couldn't care less about them now that I'm fucking you."

But Celia wouldn't leave the subject alone. "Whatever you did with them, that's what I want too!" she urged. "So, go ahead, fingerfuck my ass. My ass is just like my cunt and titties. Ready for anything!"

Ron gulped. "Y-you're kidding."

"Just try me!" sister dared brother.

"You'll have to ask me for it, Sis," he panted. "Ask me outright. So I'll know for sure that's what you really want."

"I'll say it for you. Loud and clear," Celia said. "Fuck my ass."

"Not just with my finger then?"

"With your cock."

Suddenly her legs gripped her brother's waist, locking him between her thighs. Then, reaching into the crush of loins, she snatched Ron's cock from her cunt and stabbed his prick a notch below into the crack of her ass so that the prickhead mashed against the puckered dent down there.

"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" she chanted. "MY ass, my ass, my ass!"

Ron's macho instincts took over. His crotch lurched. Slicked with pussy juice, his slippery hardon surged into his sister's ass chute without further delay.

"Good God!" cried Celia as she was hilted where she was tightest. "Didn't know I could cum this hard!"

Scalding shit slime seeped around her brother's cock, the female heat making his prick jump in reaction. Jump and then pump, as Celia rocked Ron in the cradle of her thighs, forcing him to assfuck her. Quickly, though, he fell into the groove on his own, fucking in and out without needing further urging.

Letting her brother set the tempo, Celia unlocked her legs from around him to jackknife them all the way back over her head. This tilted her ass so Ron's cock angled almost straight down to her shitty depths. At the same time, he returned to biting her tits, and began gouging her cunt as well with knuckled thrusts that were like another cock.

"Yes," she gurgled, "This is the way it's supposed to be. My titties, cunt and ass, all getting into the action at the same time. Like my body's a sex machine working on all cylinders with my stud of a brother at the controls."

"Didn't know they made girls as horny as you, Sis," Ron replied between bites. "Just wish I'd found out sooner what you're really like."

"Today's a crash course in yours truly," Celia laughed while she came.

All of a sudden the excitement and friction took its toll on him. In one instant Ron was as strong as a lion, then, in the next, he was on his way to becoming as weak as a kitten. His cock had just exploded, and his strength was being drained from his body at the same rate as his cum poured from his ass-hilted prick.

"Oh, I've had it," he gasped, his voice rapidly fading. "Gotta quit. "Get some... some room to breathe, Sis."

Celia wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily. Her legs sprang back to seize Ron again, propping him up. Locking the blood in his cock with her ass-ring's clutching muscles, she made his cock stay hard in spite of himself and the load he'd just shot.

"Don't stop," she hissed in his ear. "Not now! Can't stop fucking my ass! I won't let you! More, damn you, more!"

"You'll kill me, Sis," Ron protested.

"Then you'll die happy," taunted Celia.

"But if you just gave me a rest, Sis."

"Can't take the chance," Celia answered. "Gotta keep you fucking. It'll ruin everything if you quit. It's gotta be like this when that door opens.

"H-huh?" Ron croaked with total confusion. "You'll see," Celia said, looking toward the door as it did indeed now swing open.


"Well, that ought to last us for a couple of days," Britney said, looking at the stack of wood that had been gathered.

"And Ron's got the fire going inside," Sarah noted, looking at the smoke rising from the chimney "Why don't you start carrying what we've got out here indoors, George, and use some to feed the heat. Your aunt and I'll take a breather, then follow you with our share of the load."

"Sure, Mom ," George said. "You two rest as long as you need to. You've already worked your tails off. Can't understand why you had Ron light the fire, to tell you the truth. Celia could have done that while Ron stayed out here with us and wed have gotten finished a lot sooner. Besides, what's taking him so long anyway?"

"The main thing is that we got the job done," Sarah said, dismissing her sons complaints. "No time to start griping about who's doing what."

"Well, you can be darned sure when I deliver this," George vowed, snatching up an armload of wood, "that I'm gonna bring Ron and Celia back with me to help out. This might've started out as a vacation, but it's not that for anybody anymore. Everybody's gotta pull their weight."

George headed toward the cabin with his burden, carefully stepping through the knee-deep snow. When he reached the door, he kicked it open with his booted foot. And as the heat from inside struck him he froze from what he saw, losing his grip so the wood he carried clattered to the floor.

"No!" he hissed.

Then he thawed out enough to slam the door behind him.

In the distance, keeping tabs on what they were able to see and hear, Sarah and Britney broke into a fit of the giggles.

"You bitch!" George seethed, staring at his cousin Celia. "Nothing stops you, does it? I turn my back on you and you wind up fucking your own brother."

"What was I supposed to do?" Celia lilted without the slightest embarrassment. "It just happened, that's all. I was horny and Ron was the only one here."

"Yeah, well, just look at him now," sneered George. "Looks to me that he'd rather be anywhere else than where he is now."

What George meant was that Ron was all but hiding behind the handiest piece of furniture, having fled there in alarm when his cousin had walked through the door.

"C'mon out," George called to him, "you've got nothing to be afraid of from me. I'm not gonna tell our moms or anything. Can't afford to. I'm just as guilty as anybody else in this room."

"Have you f-fucked my sis, too?" Ron stammered, warily edging into the open.

"Just not in the ass, that's all," George said. "You'd have gotten that and more," Celia said, bold as ever, "if you'd gone for it. Can I help it if Ron turned out to be more of a stud than you are?"

"Hey, better cool it, Sis," Ron warned. "George still looks pissed enough to slug somebody. And the way your mouth is running, I wouldn't blame him if it turned out to be you."

Glancing toward his male cousin, George replied in a tough-guy drawl, "Yeah, thanks for the idea. That's just what the two-timing little whore deserves."

George stood directly over his female cousin. Celia was on her knees, as sassy as ever.

"You wouldn't dare," she defiantly challenged.

"Don't bet on that," he snapped. Lashing out, he slapped Celia across her face. But she held her ground despite the blow, hardly budging.

"Is that the hardest you can hit?" she spat.

"How's this, bitch?" George smacked Celia gain.

She laughed in his face. "You're gonna have to get a whole lot rougher than that, boy, to prove to me you have what it takes to be the boss."

Now George put his large hands around her slender neck. Squeezing, he snarled, "I could turn out your lights so easy, cunt. You know that, don't you?"

Ron couldn't take it anymore, shouting, "Enough is enough, George! Back off my sister. Sure, she's a whore. But you might kill her if you don't leave her alone."

Celia, though, didn't appreciate Ron's concern. "Mind your own business. This is between me and George!"

Then something struck her as amusing, as she interrupted herself with a smirk.

"That is," she told her brother, "unless you stop acting like such a sissy, Ronnie, and decide to pitch in and help your cousin here put me in my place. Now there's something I could understand. Maybe both of you together might be a match for me."

Ron gulped, "Jesus, Sis, do you know what you're asking for?"

"Absolutely!" Celia said. "The only problem is whether you two turkeys have enough sense to figure it out, then the balls to go through with it."

Ron and George looked at each other, George's hands loosening around the throat of Ron's sister. The boys both recognized Celia wasn't talking about any death wish.

"Rape," both boys whispered.

"If, of course, you've got the balls for it," Celia taunted.

She was driving her brother and cousin crazy by this point. To keep their self-respect, Ron and George had to do something to shut her up. Ron suddenly joined George. Together, they forced Celia to the floor, her brother pinning down her arms and her cousin yanking apart her legs. "I was already fucking her when you walked in, so you can go first now," Ron offered.

"Yeah. Watch this." George reached between Celia's widely stretched thighs.

Although nearly hairless, her crotch still sprouted a few stray blonde wisps here and there. One almost invisible swirl grew at the top of her cunt. Seizing the hair, George brutally yanked. The result was Celia's clit being tugged out front and center.

"Suffer, bitch, suffer," mumbled George. He twisted the fragile strands of pussy hair double around his cousins clit. Celia shuddered in response to the pain, but it was the ecstasy that went along with her agony which spontaneously caused her pussy to ooze with arousal.

"Owwww, hurts SOOOOO goooooood!" she moaned. "More, more! Treat me as bad as I deserve for being such a bitch."

George gave her clit another twist, then let go. That tender bud of cunt-flesh had swollen from the mauling to seemingly twice its normal size. He dug into her pussy gash with as much of his hand as he could jam in.

"Ever take a whole fist up your cunt, bitch?" he asked Celia.

She shook her head.

"Well, there's a first time for everything." George punched as hard as he could into Celia's cunt.

She screamed upon impact. But then she swooned, and her cousin realized that, as bent on cruelty as he might be, he had only succeeded in lifting her to new orgasmic heights. The sticky nectar now trickling down his forearm was female cum.

"Don't stop!" Celia panted.

Still determined to make her beg for mercy, George vowed that he was only getting started. She had better enjoy herself while she could, he warned Celia, because there was only so much even a horny bitch like her could take without cracking. And she had better know that she was on a collision course with that breaking point.

Keeping his fist lodged in Celia's cunt, George unzipped his fly with his free hand and pulled out his rigid cock. He clutched his prick as he would a weapon, aiming at the fresh target slated for his punishing assault.

Seeing what George had in mind, Ron gulped. "God, you really think you can get your dick in there when you're already fistfucking Celia's pussy?"

"Just watch me. And listen to her yell." George mashed his cockhead a notch below Celia's jam-packed pussy. The opening down there was narrow enough under ordinary circumstances, but her asshole was squeezed shut because of the bulging fist.

But nothing was going to stop George. He gritted his teeth, starting to force his prick in against the odds. The pinching entry was hurting him almost as much as it was supposed to be hurting Celia, but, inch by inch, he somehow steadily advanced. He was sweating bullets from the effort. Still, he persisted, with about half his cock penetrating so far.

Celia asked, "Want me to make it easier for you?"

"Go to hell!" George fumed at her, in no mood to be mocked.

"Well, you don't have any choice," she said. "Whether you want it or not, it's gonna happen cause I don't have any choice either."

Celia showed what she meant. Since her asshole was being slowly gored by her cousins prick, the simultaneous pressure from his fist in her cunt made her response inevitable. Something had to give, and that something was her bowels.

"Oooooh," she groaned, "can't keep it in." Shit swamped George's struggling prick, giving his cock an instant lube-job. Suddenly he surged forward, hitting Celia's ass with a force that left him breathless.

"Mmmmm," she teased when her shitty asshole abruptly captured her cousins prick to the root, after he'd been unable to get more than halfway in on his own. "Now who's raping who?"

"Damn you," George rasped with frustration after having the play taken away from him. "I ought to slap you silly!"

"You already tried that," she jeered. "But be my guest if it makes you feel like more of a stud."

George drew back his right hand to hit her. However, as he cocked it, he realized that this was the hand that had just been fistfucking in her cunt. In trying to get tougher, he had actually let up where he had originally intended to inflict the most damage, between her legs.

George's macho pride, though, wouldn't allow him to back off now. Since his hand had left her pussy, he tried to pretend that this was exactly what he had intended. A mere slap wouldn't be enough to make it convincing. He now made another fist, this one to knock Celia silly.

At least he impressed Ron, who now urged, "Let her have it, George. Punch out the bitch!"

But George had done too much macho posing, telegraphing his blow.

Celia dodged easily. Then she took charge. Up she surged with more strength than any male would have expected from such a slender girl. She broke her brother's hold on her arms, actually knocking Ron aside. Toppling George, Celia landed astride him, sitting tall in the saddle of his crotch with his cock still up her asshole.

"Rape it is!" she crowed. "But this time it's the guy who'd better relax and enjoy it if he knows what's good for him!"

She began to rise and fall, her shitpit mercilessly working over her cousins captive cock. But the fight hadn't gone out of George yet.

"What're you waiting for, Ron?" he called to Celia's watching brother. "Put this bitch back in her place! Slug her!"

"Now do you really want to hit me, Ronnie?" Celia cooed. "Hit me when you could wind up fucking me? After all, isn't it about your turn again? Seems to me that you've let George have more than enough time to show what he can do. And just look at him, flat on his back. Yes, he's just about had it. I'm gonna be needing a replacement right quick."

"Don't listen to her!" George warned Ron. "She's just trying to make a fool out of you."

"Hah, look who's talking," Celia scoffed. Then she said to her brother, "Don't worry, Ronnie, I'll finish off my, uh, victim lickety split. Then you can take his place and well show him a thing or two, wont we?"

"Don't let her con you into this," George croaked. "I'm telling you, we've got to stick together, Ron. We can still beat her at her own game.

George's voice trailed off into an uncontrollable moan that could only mean one thing - he had lost the battle to Celia. The friction from her raping asshole was finally taking its toll. His overwhelmed cock erupted. As the cum spurted forth, so did the resistance drain from his weakening body. By the time his balls were tapped, he was limp with defeat, in every way.

"Now for me 'n you, Brother, dear," Celia chirped, bounding up off of George and facing Ron. "Ready?"

"You bet, Sis," Ron panted with horny anticipation, sporting a jutting hardon as he assumed it would be a whole lot different between them than it had been with Celia and George. "Lets fuck!"

"You got it," Celia said. "Yeah, here we go, kiddo, you're fucked for sure!"

With a hard push, she abruptly knocked her surprised brother as flat on his back as their cousin.

"Hey, Sis, what's the idea?" he whooshed as he sprawled on the floor.

"Just what I told you before," Celia called, planting her foot across his throat. "You're taking George's place. It's your turn, all right. Your turn to get raped."

She moved too fast for her brother to mount a struggle. All at once his crotch was smothered by hers. Her cunt engulfed his cock. The next thing Ron knew he was being raped by his own sister.

"Jeez," he hoarsely cried. "What's this supposed to prove, anyway?"

"That nobody with a cock has a chance in this crazy family," George answered, speaking up with weary wisdom as he propped himself on his elbows to watch the latest stage of the action from floor- level. "One way or another being a guy in this family means winding up being the piece of ass instead of getting one. Welcome to the club, Ronnie."

"I-I was already a member," Ron stammered. "Should've known I couldn't trust Celia. It's been this way every other time for me, too. And I don't mean just with my sister."

"Yeah?" George asked. "Who else?"

"My mom," Ron revealed. "I fucked my mom. I mean - my mom fucked me."

"Same with me and mine," George answered. "I'm a motherfucker, too. Looks like we're both in exactly the same boat."

"Uh, yeah," Ron mumbled.

Celia wasn't about to let that pass. "Aren't you leaving a little something out, Brother, dear? I'm sure our cousin would like to know about who else in the family besides me and Mom has tried your dick on for size in her mouth, pussy and ass. Just last night, wasn't it? Couldn't have slipped your mind this soon."

George counted heads and arrived at the only possible result. If Ron had fucked somebody last night other than his mother or sister, there was only one remaining available female on the scene.

Knowing what his cousin had to be thinking, Ron confessed the obvious. "Okay, George, I did it... fucked your mother."

Celia's cunt relentlessly jerked at his raped prick and quickly made it erupt with a torrent of cum. Celia, though, didn't let a pussyful of Ron's cum stop her from needling George.

"Well, gee," she merrily called to her shocked cousin, now that you found out about my brother fucking your mother, guess that means you'll have to fuck our mom to stay even, huh?"

George failed to answer, stunned into speechlessness by the news that his own mother would put out for another cock besides his. He just wanted to get off somewhere by himself and work out in his mind what this all meant.

Lifting himself from the floor, he urgently looked around the room as if the walls were physically closing in on him. Putting on his pants, George bolted toward the door. But somebody beat George to it from the other side.


"Brrrr, It's cold out there," Britney greeted her nephew at the doorway. "Need to get some heat..."

"No, Aunt Britney." George frantically cut her off. "You can't come in here."

Then, from inside, Ron loudly moaned about how much of a load he had just shot in his sister's cunt.

Britney didn't bat an eyelash, chuckling to her nephew, "Well, it certainly sounds like somebody's coming in there."

She brushed right by George, heading straight toward the action.

"Good fuck, kids?" she calmly asked her naked children. "It's about time your sister tried your cock on for size, Ronnie. How was he, Sal?"

"He'll do," a grinning Celia replied. "But what about you, Mom? Aren't you about due for some screwing around?"

"Said I needed some heat," Britney smirked. "But I never said it had to be from the fireplace. Any suggestions?"

"You just ran into him on your way inside, Mom," Celia said, pointing to the door. "Believe me, he's every bit as hung as Ronnie. I ought to know since I've fucked them both, just in the last few minutes. So now it's your turn to start catching up, Mom."

It was George, of course, who was under discussion. But they had the wrong guy, as far as he was concerned. He was getting the hell out of here. Or so he thought.

His aunt had closed the door behind her. Now when George tried to open it again it wouldn't budge. Wheeling back around, he saw his aunt. She moved slowly toward him, leaving a trail of her clothing behind.

"Relax," she cooed to him. "Since you're not going anyplace, just relax and enjoy it."

Britney's tits sprung free. Seeing how much they reminded him of his mothers, George looked away so he couldn't be tempted. But within seconds his eyes had returned to his aunt. She stripped down to reveal her bushy cunt.

"Now I know you like hairy pussies," purred Britney, running her fingers through the curly thatch between her thighs. "Cause, of course, that's exactly the kind your mother has - just like mine. I ought to know, since I've sucked and fucked her hairy pussy, just like she has mine."

Jumping to his mothers defense, George bristled, "My moms no dyke!"

"Neither am I," Britney answered, edging ever nearer to her nephew. "Being just a dyke's a one-way street. Now, going both ways, that's a different story. That's what any normal, healthy woman does if she's got a brain in her head to go along with the cunt between her legs."

"Well, maybe so, but I wont believe that means my mom until I hear it from her," George said.

"So I suppose that means you've decided you wont fuck me either unless you have your mommy's permission," Britney teased, stepped out of the last of her clothes. She was stark naked.

"Who I fuck is my own business," George defensively answered, too proud to admit that he'd been helplessly seduced each and every time he had gotten a piece of ass. "I can make up my own mind about where I stick my own prick."

"Hmmmm, is that so?" Britney said with a sly grin. "Then I suppose nothing I could say or do would make any difference one way or another. You've probably already made up your mind about me, right? Wouldn't matter if I did."

She dropped to her knees in front of her nephew. She unzipped his fly.

"Guess I'll know for sure about my chances," she said to him, "once I get a look at your cock. A hardon never lies. If you don't have one for me, I might as well just give up."

She reached inside his unzipped pants. A horny smile split her face while he gulped. Then George watched his aunt pull out her prize and the symbol of his defeat - an uncontrollably jutting hard- on.

"My, my, what do we have here?" Britney chuckled. "Looks like I'm being appreciated, after all. Nice to know... and even nicer to suck."

She took her nephews swollen cockhead in her mouth. George's crotch bucked, making more of his prick surge into Britney's oral grasp. After another lurching reflex on his part made it possible for her to deepthroat him, in spite of his previous intention to resist.

Having a lock on his prick, Britney now began slurping back and forth along its thick length. George could not keep from rolling his hips in reply.

"Okay, I've given in this much," he rasped through his ragged breaths. "But once I cum, that's it. No more. I'm not just some guy who lets his damned cock do all his thinking for him."

Overhearing this, his aunt slurped back from a mouthful of prick. "Whatever you say, George, darling. I wouldn't dream of making a fool of myself over a lost cause. As soon as you lose your hardon for me, I'll get the message and leave you alone."

"Then you'd better get down on me while you can, Aunt Britney," warned George. "Cause, after this, I'm through."

"I'll take whatever I can get," Britney answered, then resumed cocksucking in deepthroating earnest. She squeezed her nephews balls in tandem while using her mouth like a cunt on his boner.

George had to admit that she was definitely an expert at giving head, no less so than her daughter or his mother. He would never get his cock sucked anywhere any better than he could in his own family, that had become obvious to him.

Then, however, he tried to exercise self-control, telling himself that enough was enough. As great as his aunt gave head, it was high time to get this over with. As soon as he had cum in his aunt's mouth, he would break down the door if he had to and get off by himself to sort everything out on his own terms.

In her own way, his aunt was certainly cooperating. In addition to deepthroating his prick and squeezing his balls, she was also fingerfucking his asshole. Coming became not simply a matter of getting it over with for George, it was now an urgent necessity.

"Oooooh, I'm shooting it!" he cried, his cum abruptly spurting.

Britney thirstily gulped as fast as his cock gushed. At first George was practically pissing cum. Then, gradually, the flow slowed down until he was dribbling the dregs form his balls. His aunt's thirst continued to the last drop. George realized that she wouldn't stop sucking. The longer she kept it up, the more stubbornly his prick remained stiff.

"No," he insisted, "I'm finished. Damn you, Aunt Britney, I've had it. Let go of my cock." Britney shrugged and finally ended the blow-job. But she was grinning with triumph as she did, because both she and her nephew could plainly see that the condition for her leaving him alone had not occurred. In spite of herself, George was still hung with every bit as much of a hardon as he'd fucked his aunt's mouth with.

"Well," Britney bubbled, "a bargain is a bargain. As long as your cock is still in business, George, then so am I!"

"I'll lose it. Damn it, I'll lose it," George vowed.

Closing his eyes to shut out his aunt, he tried to think of death and destruction to get rid of his arousal. But, instead, his minds eye focused on pussy - a spread pussy, hairy at the sides and glistening pink between the yawning lips, just begging for his rigid prick. When he reopened his eyes there was a real pussy, the same in every tempting detail as his aunt parted her legs before him.

"You whore!" he cursed.

"You stud!" she called back.

George had nowhere else to go but cock-first straight into her waiting cunt. Catching him between her thighs, his aunt wrapped her legs around him as he hilted his prick in her to his balls. Then she locked him on top of her.

Forgetting about everything but the spasming tightness of her pussy around his prick, George mindlessly fucked her. He was like a machine now, tirelessly performing the task for which he'd been programmed by his aunt. Everything but the act of fucking had been erased from his otherwise-numbed consciousness.

"Well, Mom strikes again," Celia chuckled to her brother, as the two of them watched the action.

"Yeah, Moms some piece of ass," Ron sighed. "But so are you, Sis. So's Aunt Sarah. I ought to know, since I've fucked you all just like George has now. Starting to seem like when a guy gets it on with one of you, he's really somehow taking on all three of you."

"It's exactly what it seems," Celia matter-of-factly stated. "Mom, Aunt Sarah and I are the best team there ever was. You and George never had a chance when we decided to work together and turn being snowed in into an orgy."

"So that's how it is," Ron said. "George and I are just a couple of handy cocks for you three cunts, huh?"

"Either of you pricks got anything better to be?" Celia teased.

Ron shrugged with acceptance, looking at his cousin fucking his mother, then at his naked sister, and finally down at his own prick. His cock was rock solid again.

"You cunts have got us by the balls," he wistfully said. "So what's next? When does Aunt Sarah show up so the three of you can really put George and me through the wringer?"

"Aunt Sarah must be so hot to start sucking and fucking with the rest of us that she's probably melting the snow outside waiting for her chance," Celia laughed.

"Then why doesn't she get in here?"

"We planned the whole thing to go like clockwork," Celia said, looking at the watch on her wrist, which was all she wore. "Ten more minutes poor Aunt Sarah's supposed to wait, according to the schedule. Of course, I could just signal her in now. But it'd be a lot more fun to really give her something spectacular to walk in on."

"Like?" Ron anxiously asked.

"You ready to use that cock you're shoving off?"

"Anywhere you say, Sis."

"How about Moms sucking mouth?"

"While George's still fucking her?"

"That's what an orgy's all about - combinations."

"And where'll you be, Sis?"

"Oh, I've got a mouth, too. Comes with a nice, long tongue. And I've always wanted to taste a fuck."

"Then what're we waiting for, Sis? You talked me into it. Let's go plug ourselves in and give Aunt Sarah something that'll blow her mind when walks through that door."

"Thatta boy!"

Working together, brother and sister advanced on the station. Ron made his move first. George was suddenly watching his cousin getting his cock sucked just inches away.

"Should've expected it," George sighed. "It's like a zoo where we're all the animals. What now?"

The answer to his question was abruptly slurping down below. While George fucked Celia's mother, Celia had wormed her way from the rear to suck his balls.

"Oooooh," George moaned as she orally clamped down on his balls, "that girl sure as hell knows how to get a mouthful."

"Celia's not the only one," Ron answered from up front. "Look at my mom going after my prick at the same time you fuck her. The kinda blowjob she's giving me, it's like she means for me to catch up with you, George, so I'll cum in her mouth at the same time you cum in her cunt."

"Then your mom better really put the pressure on your cock if that's what she's after," George said. "My cum is starting to feel like a damn that's gonna bust wide open between my legs, especially with the way your sis is sucking my balls to go along with the fucking I'm doing."

"We can work it out," Ron predicted. Then he called to Celia, "Hey, Sis, lay off of George's nuts for a while. You're gonna make him cum too quick... before I do... and Mom's acting like she wants me and him to shoot our wads into her mouth and cunt at the same time."

Now that she was a cog in the machinery of group sex, Celia became the soul of cooperation. Releasing George's balls, she licked down into the female portion of the crush of loins to explore the hairy crack of her mother's squirming ass.

George and his cousin shared both tits. Each put a hand apiece on a tit and squeezed in tandem.

On the receiving end of this double-duty manhandling, Britney shuddered on the bottom of the pile. And, with the way her daughter was now additionally reaming her asshole, her climaxing definitely seemed ready to continue nonstop.

"Yeah, she's cooking now," Ron said, of his writhing mother. "Really horny for as much as she can get all at once. You should feel how her mouth's pulling my prick, trying to get me to hurry up and feed her some cum. What about her cunt, George?"

"It's fucking my cock a lot more than the other way around by now," George panted. "No way I can keep from unloading anymore."

"Same here!" Ron declared. "Let's give it to her!"

Their cum erupted, as if on cue, her son's cum pouring down Britney's throat and her nephew's swamping her pussy. But as much as there was, she greedily sucked and spasmed for even more. As the cum flowed from the pair of teenage cocks into Britney's mouth and cunt, her daughter pulled back from the action to feast her eyes on the action.

"Ahhhh, now that's sucking and fucking at its best!" Celia sighed. "I couldn't have done better with those two cocks myself."

Once her brother and cousin had shot their wads and were withdrawing their drained pricks from her mother's fucked mouth and cunt, a smiling Celia happily realized that her own version of "double the fun" awaited her. Now that her mother had taken both cocks, the cum they'd left behind provided too juicy an invitation to resist.

When the boys moved aside, it was their turn to watch as Celia took over. Sliding her hips between her mother's spread thighs, she lowered her own cunt toward the one that was freshly fucked with George's oozing cum.

"Oh, baby, what're you gonna do to me?" Britney greeted her daughter. Ron's cum was drooling from the corners of her freshly fucked mouth.

"Something wonderful, Mom," promised Celia. "Are you ready for me?"

"Always!"

Celia mashed pussy against pussy. At the same time, she launched a soul-kiss, with mouth sealing mouth. The result was wet and sticky at both places. Celia used her tongue to swab her brother's cum from their mother's throat and sopped up George's leftover cum from down below with her grinding cunt.

"Look at 'em," Ron sighed. "Like a couple of damned dykes. It's enough to make any normal guy's prick hard again no matter how much he's just fucked and cum."

"Yeah," George had to agree.

The boys glanced at each other's crotch. Each saw a hardon that was as abruptly revived as his own.

"So now what do we do with 'em?" Ron asked.

"Your mom and sis, or just our boners?" George asked back.

"Right now, don't think you could pry those two fucking dykes apart with a crowbar," Ron answered the first part of his cousin's question.

"So, then, who do we screw next?" George wondered aloud.

Ron paused, nervously looking toward the door. Finally he said, "Think I'll leave it up to you. Know what I, uh, mean?"

George nodded. "Why not?" When she walks through the door, she's fair game. Ready to be fucked."

Both boys waited, stroking their long cocks with mounting anticipation.


Sarah paced impatiently. Although the air was frosty, her burning cunt had her sweating with horny frustration. But a plan was a plan.

Every time she finished pacing in one direction, Sarah would look at her watch.

"Time!" she finally said at the end of her wait.

She forged a path toward the lodge. On the way, despite the Arctic weather, she shed her clothes. By the time she reached the door she was stark naked. And, between her feet, the snow seemed to sizzle from her dripping pussy juice.

"Ready or not in there," she panted, "here I cum!"

She tripped the latch, pushed with her shoulder, and made her entrance.

"Ahhhh," she sighed. "It's perfect!" Sarah stood between the male and female halves of the family. On one side, Britney and Celia were locked into a mother-daughter cunt fuck. On the other side, the boys had beautiful, young hardons.

"Expecting somebody?" she asked her son and nephew.

George and Ron nodded.

"Me, I hope?" Sarah anxiously asked. They nodded again, more eagerly now. "Goooood," purred Sarah. "Well, let's not keep you or me waiting anymore. Here I am." She dropped down onto all fours, proudly displaying herself in her best light - as a bitch in heat.

The hung boys moved toward her, their rigid pricks in hand. "How do you want it?" they asked her together.

"In my cunt. A cock in my cunt," Sarah hornily rasped.

"Which one of us?" Ron asked.

"Both!" Sarah told them without hesitation.

"Huh?"

"You heard me right."

Sarah stretched her pussylips as far apart as they would go. Her cunt yawned, obviously ready for anything - especially a pair of stiff, teenage pricks at the same time.

"Wow, look at that big, juicy pussy," Ron gasped. "Sure looks like it could take a couple of cocks. Know one thing at least, though it's gonna be taking mine just as quick as I can get it in there fucking your mom, George."

George let his cousin go for it. Ron went to line up behind the target, dog-fucking on his mind. Wasting no time, Ron drove his prick into the welcoming cunt, making it squish out loud as he hilted his prick to the balls.

And now Sarah spoke up again, calling to her watching son: "Well, what about you, George, honey? There's room for one more in my pussy. Just crawl underneath me and stick it in. But that's up to you. It's my pussy, but it's your cock. You make up your own mind."

"Cut the bullshit, Mom!" George snapped. "How bad do you want it? Enough to beg me for it?"

"Yes," Sarah pleaded, "please, George, please! You've just got to fuck me along with your cousin. One cock's not enough for my pussy. Pleeeease!"

That satisfied George. "Well, since you put it that way, maybe I can fix you up. Listening to a grown woman beg is enough to make any guy generous with his cock."

George dropped to the floor and slid feet first between his mother's arms and legs. He held his prick upright, with its blunt tip nudging her dangling pussylips.

Sarah eased down, giving George's cockhead the available space in her pussy gash. From behind, Ron cooperated by pulling back enough with his hardon to make additional room. Sarah made the push for her son's cock and was rewarded with at least half his prick in her cunt to join the same amount of her nephew's.

"Ooooh, what a beautiful feeling!" She swooned now that both pricks plugged her drastically stretched pussy. "Never felt so full of anything in my life. Now start moving those cocks in my cunt, boys. Really start fucking me together."

"Like this, Mom?" George asked.

He bucked his crotch from below, spiking his mother with his surging prick. His cousin's cock gave ground. But Ron was already setting his hips to make that surrender only temporary, as he prepared to reverse the order of thrusting and retreat.

"Mmmm, more, more!" urged Sarah.

"Like this, Aunt Sarah?" panted Ron. His prick barged in from behind, forcing George's to partially yield.

"More, more!" Sarah repeated.

Predictably, George made a lurching come back from below. Then it was Ron's turn again. The pattern now was set. The boys traded cock-thrusts back and forth as they fucked the same cunt.

Sarah was soon gloriously coming. And, as usual, once she'd started, she wasn't about to stop. Taking on two pricks at once probably would have been enough to keep her climaxing nonstop, but she decided to get some insurance.

"My titties, George. Do something to my titties while you're fucking me."

George didn't have to be asked twice. Seizing his mother's big tits, he squeezed them so hard that their spongy flesh oozed between his digging fingertips.

"Owwww, that hurts so good!" Sarah yelped with painful pleasure.

"Hey, what about me?" Ron asked from the rear when he realized she was giving her son something extra.

"My ass, Ronnie, my ass," Sarah answered. "My asshole's just waiting for you to go to work on it."

"Right on, Aunt Sarah."

Ron rubbed the hairy spilt between the asscheeks of his cousin's mother. Then his middle finger slipped into her shitpit, with a female fart welcoming the probe. Ron added a second finger, curled the knuckles, and pumped away.

"Oh, my boys, my boys. My beautiful, young boys!" Sarah sang. "Whatever I ask for, they give me. Their cocks in my cunt. My titties squeezed black and blue. My asshole fingerfucked. Makes me feel like I'll die coming. And, God, what a lovely way to go! Britney and Celia should be so lucky."

Britney and Celia, however, had been making their own luck. Left on their own while Sarah entertained the boys, they had gone beyond just rubbing pussy against pussy. A quick trip to their dildo collection had produced a two-way monster with which they could simultaneously fuck into each other's depths.

Eventually, though, Britney and Celia needed to take a rest, unlinking their aching cunts. It was only a natural at this point that they would turn from their own bodies to check out the action still in progress across the room.

"My, my. Looks like your auntie's doing just fine for herself," Britney noted. "Has those boys giving her all she can handle."

"Gee, Mom, until now we were so busy fucking ourselves," Celia said, "I didn't really notice the details about the number Aunt Sarah's doing with Ron and George. What a trip! Both their cocks at once in her pussy. Now, why haven't I ever tried that?"

"Hmmm, do I detect a little bit of jealousy?" Britney teased. "Well, I don't blame you. I'm wondering the same thing - why I never tried it, either."

"Good thing we're gonna be snowed in for a while," Celia wistfully chuckled. "That gives us enough time to get the same as Aunt Sarah is now."

"Hope so," Britney sighed. "I'll never forgive your father if he rescues us too soon."

"Gosh," Celia gulped, at the mention of her missing parent. "I'd actually forgotten about him. What do you suppose he's doing down there in that hick town, anyway?"

"Screwing the pants off some hot little waitress, I hope," Britney said. "Anything to keep him busy so he takes his time about coming back up this mountain. God knows, back in the city I can always count on him to chase his share of pussy."

"Oh, you mean those matchbooks from that motel I found?" Celia asked. "Is that why you think Daddy fools around? I didn't know you took them that seriously, Mom. I thought the only reason you brought them up yesterday was to break the ice with Aunt Sarah, just to get the talk around to sex."

"Didn't need those matchbooks to tell me about your father's cheating," Britney stated. "Believe me, a wife just always knows. I've been looking the other way for years, letting your father think that what I supposedly don't know won't hurt me. And it's worked out just fine. He's so busy covering his tracks that he's never suspected me of anything."

"See what you mean, Mom," Celia replied. "While Daddy's been sneaking around behind your back, you've been sucking and fucking with us kids the whole time. Better believe that if I ever get married, that's the kinda wife I'm gonna be. Only one thing about it, though. Like, Mom, don't you ever get curious about who Dad's fucking on the side? Know I would if I had a husband."

"Yes, it sort of bugs me," Britney admitted. "Unless I miss my guess, there's somebody he's been seeing for years. Never been able to figure out who she is, though."

"Yeah, it might be fun to talk to her sometime," Celia suggested.

"But it's probably better not knowing in the long run, all things considered," Britney said. "After all, your father's got a right to his secret - just so long as I can keep mine."

"Ours, Mom. Our secrets," Celia reminded her. "Yours and mine and Ron's, and now George's and Aunt Sarah's, too."

"Right you are," agreed Britney, looking over at the three-way action across the room. "And you know what? I'm just horny enough again to plug right back into our secret. How about you, darling?"

"You talked me into it," bubbled Celia. "Just lead the way, Mom."

Britney got up and drifted over to where her sister-in-law was currently stealing the show with a cunt and two cocks. Britney was not so pushy as to deny Sarah her well-earned glory before it had run its course, however that didn't mean she couldn't do more than simply watch. There was her nephew's handsome face just waiting for her to sit down.

"Yes, why not?" she chuckled to herself. "Another cunt ought to always be welcome at an orgy."

When George looked up, his aunt's hairy cunt suddenly loomed above him.

Of course, as Sarah looked forward, she could see Britney directly ahead. Sarah not only didn't seem in the least surprised, she greeted her sister-in-law by saying, "I wondered what was keeping you, Britney. You got here just in time, too. The boys can't fuck me much longer without coming, poor things. Now you'll be right here during the fireworks. But where's Celia? We should all be."

Sarah was abruptly interrupted by a rumbling moan from Ron.

"Oh, man," he reported, "feels just like somebody has started sucking my balls."

"That answer your question about little Celia?" Britney smirked to Sarah, then sat down on George's mouth.

"I'm so glad you're both here with me and the boys," Sarah told Britney. "I owe you all so much that I couldn't have gotten this far without any one of you. It's all of us together that makes it so special..."

Then, once again, Sarah was interrupted, this time by urgently bucking crotches from behind and below. The teenaged cocks they simultaneously fucked in from both angles whipsawed her double- fucked cunt.

"Ooooh, this is it!" Sarah now rasped. "I can feel it! George and Ron are getting ready to cum together in my pussy!"

"Right now?" Britney asked.

"God, yesssss!"

As the cocks of her son and nephew erupted in her cunt at the same instant, Sarah fell into her sister-in-law's arms. Britney was right there to catch Sarah as she sat on George's face. As long as the boys' cum flowed, their mothers passionately kissed.

And then there was Celia, down below. Celia's tongue hungrily licked at the widely stretched rims of her aunt's cock-filled cunt to lap up the excess cum which oozed to the surface.

"Mmmm," Celia slurped, "what a feast! Ron's and George's cum at the same time, all mixed in with Aunt Sarah's pussy juice. It's enough to make me cum, too, just from tasting it."

Then Celia did indeed climax. At the same time, up above, so did her mother during the lesbian kiss with Sarah. However, of course, it was the latter who soared to the most extreme orgasmic heights.

Up and beyond any level of pleasure she'd experienced, Sarah felt her heart beat faster and faster. Then, all at once, it seemed to stop, and she was no longer soaring - just floating somewhere off in the blue on her own private cloud.

"Sarah! Sarah!" Britney said with concern, shaking her suddenly limp body.

But Sarah didn't hear or feel a thing. Too much of a good thing had finally caught up with her. Her overworked senses had shorted out from too much incest.

"Is she all right?" a worried George asked from below.

"Good, she's smiling," a relieved Britney reported to her nephew. "Tell you the truth, I think maybe she passed out so she can dream the whole thing all over again. C'mon, kids, help me get her under the covers so she can sleep it off."

After the tangle of naked bodies had unraveled, Sarah was gently bundled up by the fire. There was no doubt anymore that she was just fine. The persistent grin on her face was proof of that. She appeared for all the world to be enjoying herself almost as much in limbo as she had when she was still awake.

With Sarah in peaceful slumber, Britney said to the kids, "Anybody hungry?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry for sure." Then Celia looked at the boys and added, "Hungry for more cock!"

George and Ron sheepishly shrugged.

Ron said, "Tell you the truth, we're probably just about as much out of it as Aunt Sarah, except our eyes are still open."

"That's right," George added in agreement. "Neither of us could probably get it up again if our lives depended on it."

"You'll have to excuse Celia, boys," Britney chuckled. "Now, if anybody's interested in something to eat, I'll be glad to whip it up!"

"Well, you three can do whatever you want to," a pouting Celia cut in. "But one way or another I'm getting my pussy fucked double, same as Aunt Sarah did."

"Good luck, Sis," Ron jeered; "What're you gonna do for a couple of hardons? Go out and build yourself a couple of hung snowmen?"

"So happens," Celia snapped back, "there's all the cock I need right in here, without you guys. So, go ahead, feed your faces. I'll be busy getting fucked on my own terms."

"She's nuts. Gone nuts," Ron said. "Best thing is to just ignore her, like when she used to pitch a fit when she was a little kid because she didn't get her way. C'mon, George, let's eat. What've you got for us, Mom?"

More determined than ever to make her case, Celia went looking for the device she was sure would do the trick. There it was, like a snake on the floor, still glistening with pussy juice from the last time it had been used. Celia sat down beside the thing.

"You won't let me down, I know you won't," she said directly to the object of her desire. "We'll show them, won't we?"

She picked it up. Its vinyl construction allowed for easy flexibility. Taking advantage of this, Celia now bent the double- dildo from the middle so both mushroomed heads were clustered together and aimed at the juicy target between her spread thighs.

"Mmmm," she sighed, beginning to force penetration, "here I go. Nothing can stop me now."

Slowly, but surely, Celia went about her bizarre task. Success was eventually hers. She wound up with both ends of the two-way dildo solidly lodged in her yielding cunt.

"Oh, I'm doing it," she moaned. "Now I'm doing it. Getting my pussy double-fucked with as much cock as Aunt Sarah took, but all by myself. So damn 'em, who needs boys anyway?"

Her voice had risen as she congratulated herself. Overhearing her, Britney, Ron and George all turned around together, staring in awe.

They were not alone in looking Celia's way. So was Sarah.

"Mmmm, how about that?" Sarah murmured as she watched her niece fucking herself with both ends of the two-way dildo. "Don't know if I'm really seeing this or just dreaming it, but that's where I wanna be. Poor Celia deserves more than just having to fuck herself, especially if I'm around to do the job."

Nobody noticed Sarah as she crawled from her sleeping bag toward the luggage in the corner. In an overnight case she found what she wanted - the other pair of dildos. She strapped them both onto her loins, one jutting on top of the other.

"Perfect," she said. She stood and made her move, proudly displaying her twin hardons.

Celia saw her first, squealing with surprised delight. "Oh, yes, Aunt Sarah, yes! God, I can't wait!"

Without hesitation, Celia snatched the dildo she'd been using on her own from her cunt and spread herself for something even better. Sarah was quickly there, hung twice as much as any male.

Ron rasped, "Jesus, what a couple of damned freaks! Just look at 'em!"

"Hey, that's my mom you're talking about," George warned.

"Just look at 'em!" Ron repeated.

George wanted to defend his mother, but what she was doing spoke for itself. He had to admit, though not aloud, that his mother was pretty weird.

"Maybe George wants to do more than just look," Britney said. "I know I do!"

She grabbed her nephew's hand and pulled him behind her until they arrived at where Sarah was now fucking both dildos into Celia's pussy.

"Want some company?" Britney asked her sister-in-law and daughter.

They both eagerly nodded.

"Then go to it, George," Britney urged her nephew. "Pick your spot."

George moved in behind his mother. As Sarah double-fucked Celia, her ass bobbed in the air. Taking a plump asscheek in each hand, George yanked them apart, and he saw the dusky pucker of her shitpit. He fucked his mother's ass.

"Well, guess that leaves this to me," Britney said, straddling her daughter's head.

"All right, Mom, for sure!" Celia happily called. "Sit on my face! Feed me your hairy cunt. Nothing could do better with Aunt Sarah's two cocks in my own pussy!"

Locked in group ecstasy, Sarah, Celia, Britney and George sucked and fucked in tandem. This action, of course, left Ron merely watching. And he had a hardon. What else could he do? He jacked off so at least he could cum along with the others, even if he was a half a room away. At least, Ron figured, he was a lot better off than his father, stuck down the road in that one-horse town.


Greg Wilson had at first welcomed the blizzard that had snowed in the cabin and had provided his escape from being caught in an awkward situation, between his wife and sister. Even a few days in the jerkwater town down the mountain were appealing under the circumstances. Besides, a guy never knew. Even in a place with one stoplight there might be some action to be found.

Greg thought he had spotted a likely candidate for his favorite sport in the local beanery. A blonde little waitress she was, about the same age as his own daughter, with an ass that never stopped twitching.

"Well, now this is looking better all the time," he had said to himself when he first saw her.

It wouldn't have been the first time, by any means, that Greg had cheated. He was just as unfaithful to his sister as he was to his wife. Not only did Britney not know about him fucking Sarah, Sarah had no idea about all the others.

However, this time things didn't turn out Greg's way. The teenage waitress who'd caught his fancy looked and acted like a slut, but she turned out to be a virgin who wanted to stay that way for the boy she married. That was what she told Greg just after slapping his face.

She informed him, "It just might interest you to know that my papa's the sheriff in this county. If you don't get lost, creep, and stay that way... well, figure it out for yourself."

Greg went to the room he had rented and holed up there, living on crackers and cheese. There wasn't even a radio, not to mention a television set. When he overheard himself talking to the figures decorating the wallpaper, he knew he had to get back to the lesser of two evils - his family.

Finally emerging from isolation, Greg saw the skies had cleared. The snow had started melting. He walked through the town to find the owner of the jeep who'd driven him here during the blizzard.

The guy looked more like a yahoo than the first time Greg had seen him, but he turned out to be a shark when it came to making a bargain. Sure, he would rent out his jeep - for two hundred dollars. Cash. With all of Greg's credit cards for security.

Greg was about to turn the hick down, when he happened to notice the sheriff strolling nearby.

That was enough for Greg. He paid the money for the jeep and got out of town as fast as he could.

"Well, at least I'm in luck with the road so far," he sighed as he started driving up the mountain toward the lodge. "Lots of slush from the snow, but it's melting enough so maybe I'll be able to make it."

He did not make it, though. Heavy snow closed the upper slopes. He decided to walk.

"What the shit, I'll go for it," he decided. "Anything's better than spending anymore time in that God forsaken town."

Parking the jeep, Greg began his trek. Soon he was floundering in the snow, freezing his ass off, but pressed on as he looked forward to a warm fire and something between eighty and a hundred proof for him to drink.

Sarah stepped outside for a breath of fresh air after another session of sucking and fucking. Looking around, she guessed they had at least another day up here before Greg would be able to get through to them. then she laughed, thinking about the heart attack he would probably have if he were to walk in on them ahead of schedule, while they were in the middle of an orgy.

"Oh, well, nothing to worry about," she mused. "We'll have one last big blow-out tonight, then clean the place up, keep our clothes on for a change tomorrow, and wait like good, little girls and boys for Greg to show up and start telling us all what to do again."

Sarah realized she had to pee. She decided to go ahead and just do it outdoors, amusing herself by thinking about the yellow designs it would make in the snow. She pulled down her pants and long underwear, feeling the crisp air in her bare asscheeks, and began to squat. She froze.

"No... it can't be him," she muttered to herself. "Not today."

Forgetting about peeing, Sarah had the immediate urge to scamper away into the woods like a frightened forest creature. But then she stopped herself, reminded that if it really was him she had to warn the others. However, as she frantically groped for her sagging britches, it was too late to do anything except hold her ground and try to keep him at bay for the time being. No longer was there any doubt about his identity.

"Sis, is that you?" he called.

Taking a deep breath, Sarah called back, in all honesty, "Greg, I can hardly believe you're here."

While she waited with her unfastened pants still rumpled around her hips, her brother caught up with her. Whatever he had originally intended to say was put temporarily aside when he saw Sarah wasn't entirely dressed.

"What're you doing out here like this, Sis?" Greg quizzed, glancing at her partially exposed crotch. "Damned good way to freeze your cunt off."

"I was, uh, taking a leak," Sarah said. She failed to pull up her pants. "And what about you? Didn't expect you back until at least tomorrow."

"Rented a jeep and drove most of the way through," Greg explained. "Had to park when I ran into a snowdrift blocking the road about a mile or so back and walked the rest of the way. Everything okay up here? Saw the smoke from the chimney. A fire'll hit the spot. Let's get inside."

Sarah knew she couldn't allow that. They were still sucking and fucking in there for all she knew. Her only hope was to stall Greg long enough for somebody to overhear them. She wriggled her hips just enough to expose more of her pussy.

"No, Greg," she panted, "let's not go in yet. I can, uh, warm you up plenty right out here if you'll let me."

Her brother was already looking where Sarah wanted him to, below her waist. And now she made him look even harder, shaking her pants and longjohns down to her knees to openly display her hairy cunt.

"I wasn't out here to pee at all," Sarah lied. "See, I was so horny that I had to do something. But with everybody around I couldn't do it in side. So I came out here to fingerfuck myself in the snow. Figured that this was the only way I could cool myself off. But now that you're back, I can get what I really want. My pussy full of your big, hard cock."

Before her brother could react, Sarah threw herself at him, rubbing her bare cunt against his crotch.

"Oh, Greg," she steamily said in his ear, "I've missed you so much. Been so hot for you. Fuck me, Greg, fuck me right here and now!"

"Y-you're crazy," Greg stammered.

"Mmmmm-hmmmmm," Sarah sighed in agreement. "Crazy for you!"

Then she knelt in the snow before her brother. And, as wary as he might have been, he didn't stop her when she unzipped his fly.

"If you won't fuck me, Greg," Sarah said, "at least let me suck your big prick before we go inside. I'm so horny I swear I can cum just from giving you a blowjob and drinking your sweet cum. I promise it won't take long."

She fished her brother's immense cock out of his pants. His prick jutted in the grip of both her hands as she licked his swollen foreskin-covered cockhead.

"Ahhh, I knew you wouldn't let me down, Greg," she slurped. "You always have a hardon for me when I need it."

Sarah took Greg's prick in her mouth, swooping down to the root. Having deepthroated him on the spot, she turned on the suction. Greg couldn't resist. Already his hips were rolling.

"Jesus, this is the last thing I expected to run into out here," he gasped. "But it's so crazy it's starting to make sense."

"Then why not suck my pussy, too?" Sarah suggested around a mouthful of prick. "C'mon, let's get really crazy."

She had her brother hooked. He eased down on top of her, onto the bed of snow. His cock twisting in her oral grasp, Greg swiveled into a sixty-nine, looking down onto Sarah's hairy pussy. Taking the big plunge, he buried his face between her thighs and shot his tongue in her cunt gash.

Before long she was climaxing in Greg's mouth.

"God, your pussy is so sweet, Sis," he gurgled while he licked up her fuck juice.

Sarah was anxious to feast on her brother's cum. To get his cream she began squeezing his balls and fingerfucking his asshole.

"Ooooh, Sis," Greg moaned, "I know what you're after, and now you're gonna get one helluva load of it."

His cock jammed down Sarah's throat and gushed. She gulped down his cum as fast as it flowed, her belly warmed, with liquid heat. She writhed beneath Greg in the snow.

When she had drunk her fill, her brother had said to her, "No way I'm gonna stop with just a sixty-nine now. My cock's still hard, Sis. Too hard for me to walk away without fucking your pussy.

"Then go for it, Greg!" urged Sarah. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Brother and sister broke out of the completed sixty-nine. He bobbed up on his knees, his tireless prick jutting. She spread her legs before him in the classic fucking pose.

He fucked her cunt. Her pussy filled with his hilting cock, Sarah wrapped her legs around Greg and rocked him. The friction grabbed hold from the tempo she set.

"So glad you're back!" Sarah moaned, meaning every word. Although her seduction of Greg had started as a way of keeping him away from the lodge, it was now much more than that.

When she came as a result of Greg's pumping cock in her pussy, Sarah had all but forgotten about anything else. The cold, the snow, the rest of her relatives in the nearby lodge - they didn't seem important as long as her brother was fucking her.

Britney and her daughter were lapping the cum out of each other's cunt after they'd finished draining the boys' balls when they heard a female scream from outdoors. Bolting upright, they assumed, along with George and Ron, that something had happened to Sarah. How right they were.

Celia went to the window and pulled the curtain aside. When she turned back to face the others, her jaw had dropped and the color had drained from her face.

"What is it?" her mother asked.

"Better look for yourself, Mom," Celia muttered. "After all that's happened lately I didn't think anything could surprise me anymore, but I don't know how to explain this."

Britney went warily to the window. She was just as stunned as her daughter.

"Of course," Britney whispered. "She was right under my nose the whole time. The last one I'd ever suspect of being the one Greg's been cheating with all along. The other woman! Greg's other woman is his own sister!"

Neither of the boys could believe it. They went to the window and saw for themselves. They, along with Celia, looked to Britney to find out what was supposed to happen next.

Britney, pale and drawn just a moment before, broke out in wild laughter. The kids thought maybe she had snapped completely, but she quickly proved that she was back on the beam.

"God, it's perfect. Don't you see, it's absolutely perfect!" she declared. "The perfect solution to everything!"

Britney started toward the door.

"God, Mom, where're you going?" Celia asked.

"Where else? Out where the action is!" Britney bubbled.

"But you don't have a stitch on and there's all that snow."

"Sarah's naked, too, so it's just as cold for both of us," Britney merrily pointed out. "And I aim to make it just as hot for me as it is for her, too. Don't you get it? Thanks to Sarah, it's your father's chance to be one of us. No more reason for him to cheat. And no more reason for us to hide anything from him. We'll all be one, big, happy, sucking and fucking family. Like I said, the perfect solution!"

Stark naked, Britney went out the door and into the snow. The kids scurried back to the window and watched in awe.

Britney circled to the rear of Greg and Sarah without the fucking couple noticing her. Indeed, they were so tangled up with each other in their pumping frenzy that Britney was able to crawl on her belly across the last several feet in their direction without them spotting their approach.

From behind Greg, Britney made her still invisible presence felt with her slurping tongue. Britney licked down the crack of his ass to his dangling balls. From there she moved her tongue to where his cock filled his sister's pussy, lapping Sarah's stretched, swollen lower lips.

Still, however, Greg and Sarah had yet to catch on that they were now part of a threesome.

Now Britney went even further, moving her tongue all the way down to begin giving her sister-in-law's asshole a rimjob. She put her hand into play, rhythmically squeezing Greg's nuts.

"Oooooh, Benny," moaned Sarah in response, "dunno how you're doing it, but almost feels like you're reaming my ass at the same time you're fucking me."

"Must be your imagination, Sis," Greg answered. "I'm not touching your ass. If you want me to, you got it. Just go on playing with my balls the way you already are and I'll give you a couple of fingers where you shit."

"Your b-balls?" gulped Sarah.

"Yeah, keep squeezing 'em, Sis."

"But I-I'm not!" Sarah said. She provided proof by holding both of her hands up in her brother's face.

"Th-then what the hell? I still feel it."

"Me, too," Sarah whispered. "Someone's definitely doing something to my ass."

"And to my balls."

Each fucker warily reached to the part of the other's body in question. Sarah felt herself all but shaking hands with someone as she groped for her brother's balls. And Greg's fingers traced female cheekbones down at his sister's ass.

Now, knowing for certain they were not alone, Sarah and Greg abruptly broke off their fuck, pulling apart from each other.

"Britney," brother and sister choked together.

"In the flesh," Britney answered, nakedly greeting them. "Don't stop fucking because of me. I was just beginning to enjoy it almost as much as you two were. After all these years it's about time I got in on such a good thing."

Greg, though, still didn't understand where his wife was really coming from. "This is some sort of trick," he accused. "You're setting me up for something by coming on this way."

Britney boasted, "You bet I'm setting you up, Greg. You don't have a chance. No way you're getting away with fucking Sarah behind my back anymore. If you wanna fuck your sister, you've gotta pay the price."

"Okay," Greg mumbled, thinking of a messy divorce, "what's it gonna cost me? You've got me by the balls."

"Mmmm, you're telling me," Britney teased, reaching for and squeezing her husband's hairy balls again. "But I'm not the only one who's gonna get a hold on 'em. It isn't just me you have to satisfy if you want Sarah."

To Greg's astonishment, Britney turned and called out their daughter's name.

Tripping out the door into the snow, Celia was stark naked and girlishly giggling. Having seen and overheard everything, she merrily announced that she couldn't wait to help get her father by the balls. All at once Sarah pushed him down onto the snow, then kept him pinned there by sitting on his chest.

Caught off guard, Greg tried at first to struggle free. But then he found himself on the receiving end of his threatened fate. Dividing the task, Britney and Celia each took one of his balls in her mouth and started sucking for all she was worth.

"Hmmmm, seems to agree with you," Sarah chuckled, watching Greg's cock helplessly stiffen. "And, since you don't have any more balls to get, just looks like I'll have to take what's left."

Sarah moved down from her brother's chest to his crotch. Her cunt swallowed his uncontrollably rigid prick and she was fucking him at the same time his wife and daughter sucked him.

"Jesus, what the hell's happening here!" Greg blurted in total confusion, at his wit's end.

"The same thing that's been happening the whole time we've been snowed in!" Sarah gleefully said. "Only now you're one of us, too, brother, dear. As soon as the boys get here and plug in, we'll be one, big, happy family."

George and Ron spilled from the doorway, naked with their teenage hardons leading the way.

They didn't have to be told what to do. Each boy offered his mother his rigid prick when he arrived at the action, and each mother began deepthroating her hung son on the spot.

"Sorry I can't help Celia get you by the balls anymore, Greg," Britney teased her husband with a mouthful of their son's cock after bobbing up to give Ron head. "But our little girl will keep getting the job done on her own while I blow Ronnie."

"Well, pop, what do you think?" Ron asked. "Enough sucking and fucking for you? It's been like this ever since the blizzard. Mom, Sis and Aunt Sarah can't get enough. When they're not after cock, they're getting it on with each other."

"Bet you never expected that you'd come back to this, huh, Uncle Greg?" George added. "But don't worry, you'll get used to it just like we have. We were just like you in the beginning when they started ganging up on us. You ball one of 'em back home like we all did and think you're getting away with something secret. But then it turns out up here in the mountains that you're a stud-service for all three."

"So you two kids were fucking them before we left, huh?" Greg asked. "Who was fucking who?"

"Well, I fucked Celia and then I fucked my mom," George confessed.

"And I was fucking Mom," Ron revealed. "I didn't get to fuck Aunt Sarah or Celia until we were up here and we got snowed in. Jesus, Pop, it's been pretty wild since you left. You missed out on a lot."

"I'll bet I did," Greg muttered. "Damn."

"Well, everything's out in the open now," Sarah said. She looked around and laughed. "Jesus, are we out in the open!"

They were naked naked in the snow, and they were all getting cold. Not even nonstop fucking and sucking could fight away the creeping cold. They trooped into the lodge and shut out the cold. They had a lot of fucking to do before their vacation was over.



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