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Basement Blessings (or: The Summer They Invaded)  by Ray1031 (mf, ff, mff,
Voy, Oral, Anal, Toys)


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Basement Blessings (or: The Summer They Invaded)  by Ray1031 (mf, ff, mff,
Voy, Oral, Anal, Toys)


Journal: 12-18-03

Alivia


For the next few weeks I was like the proverbial kid in a candy store, and
I believe my two cousins were as well. We didn't have daily sex or
anything like that. Even considering our rather unique situation and the
wonderful opportunities one would believe it to provide, there were
realities to the situation which made such an idea downright dangerous -
if not completely impossible.

The first consideration, of course, was the girls themselves. First, they
wanted and needed their eight hours of sleep a night - as a minimum. They
both really preferred ten hours. Second, although we were essentially
unsupervised in our odd sleeping arrangements, it was not a soundproofed
or insulated basement. The adults in the house were only a floor thickness
away. It was true that my 'bedroom' (the curtained space my bed occupied
next to the furnace fuel tank) was at the far end of the house from my
parents and their mother's room.  There was also a wall and door between
where I slept, the 'girls' room, and our parent's room above.  Yet any
noises in the basement seemed to magnify and echo in the large space - in
the quiet of the night-time house dropping something on the concrete floor
sounded like a gunshot upstairs. Then there was the fact that mama was a
light sleeper.

There was Alivia to consider as well. Alivia is a blabber-mouth. If there
was anything you wanted kept a secret, the last person you should mention
it to is Alivia. If she knew a secret, it was no longer secret; everybody
in town would know it in days - according to Raquel. During those
following few days she told me about her first time having sex with a boy.
She had been thirteen at the time and had sneaked out of the house to meet
a high school senior she was madly in love with. Their rendezvous had been
on a small hill in a local park and had been so romantic; stretched out on
a blanket above the park's small pond, gazing at the stars above, kissing
the man she loved. She had allowed him to take her that night - there had
been a lot of blood and it had hurt her terribly she said. Then she smiled
at me and said, "I didn't mind though, because I was in love with him."
The next day, she had told Alivia about it. She was so excited and happy
that she just had to tell someone and Alivia had been the only person
handy at the time. Two days later, in confession, Alivia told the priest .
. . the priest told her mother. That ended her first real relationship.

Mother nature also had a hand in interfering. Two days after our first
real play session both girls went into their menstrual cycle. That was
when I learned that sisters. or almost any women living together (if they
are together long enough) tend to have the same cycle timing. Raquel and
Pat invariably began theirs within hours of one another while Alivia
normally began hers the following day. Pat and Alivia had five to seven
day cycles. A day of 'spotting', then a day of steadily increasing flow
before they had two or three days of heavy flow. A couple of days of
diminishment and it was over. Although they usually began on the same day,
Raquel was the only one who always experienced things in a completely
clockwork fashion. She was telling me about it the day hers started. We
were eating burgers and sharing an order of French Fries at the Boat Dock.

"I always start twenty-seven days after my last one ended - always. It
lasts three days and it is done. Pat and Alivia both vary a little in
their timing. Sometimes a day earlier or later, though Pat normally starts
hers the same day as mine. Odd as it may sound, usually Pat and Alivia's
'time' lasts the same - no matter who starts first, they always seem to
end on the same day. Once though, Pat stayed on the rag for nine days.
Mama was getting ready to call the doctor that time, then it finally
ended. I'm like Auntie Anne though. Regular. It's always the same - you
could almost use me to set your watch."

"Speaking of your Auntie Anne, I have a question. Something I've thought
about a few times but have been afraid to ask - afraid I'd get in trouble
or make everyone mad at me. It's really puzzling to me though."

"I promise I won't be angry with you, no matter what."

"Well . . . Why are you guys all staying at our house?"

"What?"

"That didn't sound right. Let me try this: I've seen your Aunt Kristy's
and Uncle Mike's house. It's huge. They have four or five bedrooms, three
bathrooms and no kids. Your mom once told me that your Auntie Anne's home
is even bigger, and she's not even married. Our place is so small by
comparison and we have only the one tiny bathroom - Since you have
arrived, everyone is always tripping over one another and getting in each
other's way. Plus, Mom is your dad's sister, not your mom's. I love you, I
mean you are family and all that, but why are you here? Why are you living
at our house and not with one of your mom's sisters? Not that you aren't
welcome, of course . . . " I was talking in a rush at the end and simply
trailed off. I think I even blushed.

"Our aunts are both Catholic. We all are." was her simple reply.

"So?"

"Bill, They are 'Catholic'. They, and mom, were raised in the Catholic
Church and beliefs."

"What does 'that' have to do with anything? It's just a church."

"You are so dense sometimes, do you know that?"

"Okay, so I'm dense. You still haven't answered my question."

"Let me see if I can explain this better, so even my dumb cousin can
understand. Okay, almost all religions place a high value on marriage. The
joining of a man and woman as husband and wife is seen as something meant
to last forever, especially if the ceremony is done in a church."

"I understand that. They talked about that in Sunday School last year."

"Okay, good. Well, things don't always last, I guess. Mom and dad aren't
the first people I've seen getting divorces. Though most churches don't
seem to have a problem with divorce, the Catholic Church does. In the
Catholic Church, getting a divorce, or 'putting asunder what God has
joined together' is considered a mortal sin. Because of that, at least
until after the divorce is final, our aunties will have nothing to do with
my mom. They are afraid that mom's sin will somehow tarnish their own
immortal souls if they help her."

"That's stupid."

"Not really. Any Catholic Priest can show you verses in the bible to
support their teachings about this. We went to church, 'once', after mom
and dad announced they were getting a divorce - about a week before we
moved into your place. I was taken aside alone by one of the church
Deacons and he read all of those passages to me."

"That is weird."

"It was also very embarrassing and degrading. I left having the feeling
that the church is somehow blaming 'me' because my parents are divorcing."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Things were kind of on-hold for me during most of the following week, in
one way . . . not in others. Raquel wanted to spend as much of the time as
she could necking and kissing - every moment we were alone together she
seemed to be wrapping her arms around me and locking lips. Her breasts
also seemed more sensitive during that time, in a good way, as she was
always moving my hands to them or asking me to fondle them through her
clothing. Anything below the waist though was forbidden territory and she
would fly into a rage if my hands strayed there.

We were caught kissing once by my mom and thankfully my hands were not on
her breasts at the time. We were at the side of the house, leaning up
against a tree where we thought no one would see us. Mom came around the
corner of the house and found us like that, leaning into one another,
holding hands, lips locked and tongues exploring. I was sure that life as
I knew it was about to end when Mom asked, "Just what do you two think you
are doing?"

It was Raquel who saved the day when she told mom that she was teaching me
how to kiss a girl; giving mom some story about a girl in my school whom I
hoped to impress the following year.  Mom said she understood - which I
didn't understand. Still, she left saying only that Raquel was to be sure
that nothing other than kissing occurred. Raquel promised - until mom was
out of sight, then she added, "At least not until I'm off the rag."

Pat became freaky during 'her' cycle. One minute she was all lovey dovey
and touchy-feelie when we were alone together, then the next I seemed to
be some kind of pariah. Like I was some slimy something that would give
her a disease or something.

Alivia, during this time, seemed to withdraw from everything. Alivia's
preferred companions, during their early weeks in our house, were Pat and
Carl. She always seemed to be attaching herself to one or the other of
them. Until she made friends with Liz Macklin that is. Elizabeth and her
family lived three doors down. The whole family seemed to think they were
better than anyone else in the neighborhood and acted like it. Liz never
joined any of the neighborhood kids in the games we played, never accepted
any invitations to this party or that gathering, and never invited any of
us to hers. She wouldn't even come swimming at the beach if any of the
neighborhood kids were there, preferring to stay home until we moved on to
other activities. Yet, somehow, Alivia was accepted by her and became her
friend - often spending entire days in Liz's company.

That Saturday night mom and dad loaded all of us kids in the family
station wagon and took us to the drive-in theater. All of us except Alivia
. . . she went for a sleep-over with Liz while the rest of us saw "Lady
and The Tramp".  Part of the reason for the night out had been Aunt
Connie. She had apparently had a bad couple of days with her lawyer and
had been drowning her sorrows in wine since about noon. She and dad and
she and mom had been exchanging words for hours until she finally stormed
out of the house. She was 'going to the bar' where she could drink in
peace!

I don't think Raquel saw much of the movie though. She spent so much of
her time that night crying softly into my shoulder in the back of the
family wagon.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It was the following Monday afternoon when Raquel asked if I would go for
a walk in the woods with her. My brothers and Pat were working on a Dutch
Windmill jigsaw puzzle in the living room, while Alivia was down visiting
Liz again. Aunt Connie and mom were spending their first day of many in
court - mom was Aunt Connie's moral support. Dad, of course, was working.
Raquel and I had been sitting at opposite ends of the living room, trying
to read, when Pat decided she needed to 'improve the atmosphere'. She
turned on the family phonograph and began playing albums - very loudly.

Raquel finally gave up trying to read and said she was going for a walk,
for some quiet. She asked if I would keep her company, then said she
needed to get something from her room. I waited for her outside.

When she finally came outside I found she had changed her clothing. She
was wearing sweats and had been bare-footed while reading in the living
room. Now she was in a pair of loose-fitting cargo shorts, a T-shirt that
was cut-off just below her ribs and a pair of sandals. She was also
carrying a small rucksack. It was then that she announced she wanted to
walk in the woods - wanted to look at the flowers and squirrels and such .
. .

The 'woods' was a portion of a farmer's property just downand across the
road from us. The farmer's home was a couple of miles away, and this piece
of property had actually been donated to the church we attended. The
church used a small portion of it as a baseball diamond and as a picnic
area for special events. The rest of 'the field', as we called it, the
farmer continued to farm . . . it was planted in sweet corn that summer. 
On the far side of the field was the woods . . . an area of land that was
too irregular to farm, it had been allowed to remain over-grown and
wooded. A natural depression at one end of it was the farmer's 'dump',
becoming the final resting place for a few junked cars, old washers and
dryers, broken bottles and discarded farm equipment.  The neighborhood
kids avoided that area because we ran barefoot  most of the time.  The
woods, on their far side, butted up against a small bay at one end of Base
Lake . . . across this bay was the cove with it's entrance path to the
little hidden lake. Much of the ground near the bay was usually swampy,
rising above and below water level in a haphazard way. There were a few
areas along the shore where there were narrow strips of sandy beach, but
we didn't swim there - the bottom of the bay was very muddy.  At the far
end of the woods from the junk pile was a large man made depression. It
was an area of deep sand rather than soil and nothing grew there. It was
'man made' because the farmer's grandfather had dredged a few tons of sand
from the area when he built the family home.  He'd used it to level the
property around their house, creating a large yard.

This was where Raquel announced she wished to go . . . The 'sand pits', as
we called them, were difficult to get to. The entire area surrounding them
was completely overgrown and mostly blocked off by tangles of blackberry
and raspberry bushes. There was a way through though - one my brothers and
I, and a very few other kids, knew. We guarded that knowledge, from
parents, as if it were a sacred 'kids only' secret of some kind. We'd
taken Raquel and her sister's there for an afternoon picnic a while back.
Alivia hadn't liked it there - the sand got into places she didn't like
sand. Raquel and Pat, on the other hand, thought it was 'cool' that we had
a secret little hideaway.

I led Raquel to the twisty little path through the brambles and into the
sand pits beyond. Once there she made me a bonafide man.

Once into the pits, Raquel led the way to the smallest 'pit' a smaller
sand area separated from the main section by a ridge of stone. This one
was more private, surrounded as it was on two sides by steep vertical
walls of earth, the ridge of stone providing privacy on the third side and
the fourth so densely choked and overgrown, with brambles and bushes. that
butterflies had problems getting through. It was a mostly cloudless day,
near noon, and the sand was hot under my feet from the direct sunlight.

Raquel decided where she wanted to be and removed two large beach towels
from the rucksack she had carried with us. She laid them very carefully,
side by side in the sand, allowing a few inches of overlap so they formed
one large ground sheet for the two of us. I immediately sat at one corner
of what I thought was to be a picnic spread. Raquel gave me a disapproving
look, yet said nothing, and continued to remove things from the rucksack.
Two cans of pop were next, a Coke and a Sprite because they were all that
was in the refrigerator that morning, followed by a pocket radio, a small
bag of gumdrops, a tiny bottle of tanning lotion and the romance novel she
had been trying to read at the house. Finally, she pulled one last towel
from the bag, a standard bath towel, which she tightly rolled into a kind
of pillow, placing it on the towel closest to her.

I had come anticipating the two of us strolling through the woods; hand in
hand, chatting about this and that, kissing and necking a little while I
pointed out a squirrel, or chipmunk, or rabbit to her when I saw them. She
admiring and examining the bluebells or sunflowers near the edges of the
woods, or checking to see if the different berries were in season yet.
When she'd asked to go to the sand pits; I thought of the rucksack she'd
brought and the possibility of a picnic. The sight of the tanning lotion
had turned my thoughts to her nude sunbathing again and to thoughts of
necking with and kissing her while she was naked - maybe feeling her up.
In the end though, she had continuously been complaining about her
sister's rudeness and her inability to read her book - just when it was
getting to the most exciting and suspenseful part. She spoke of how much
she wanted to read it and see how things turned out for 'Amy-Jo' as she
spread the tanning lotion on herself. She tossed me the small radio, asked
me to find a good station, then stretched out on her back, placed the
towel-pillow under her head and buried her nose in the book. Why was I
even there? She could have done this in the yard.

I soon had the rocking sounds of CKLW's top twenty playing softly on the
radio and opened the two bottles of pop with my Boy Scout knife (which I
always carried). The sun was hiding behind one of the day's rare clouds
when I took a long pull on my Sprite and began looking around. I was
suddenly feeling all the enthusiasm, for the situation, of any normal
fifteen year old who had expected some 'action' and suddenly found himself
ignored. I was trying to decide what to do with myself, without abandoning
Raquel, when the sun came out from behind the clouds and my shadow fell
across her face and book.

"You are blocking my sun," she said without looking up. I stared at her. I
couldn't believe it. First, she gets me out of the house under what I was
beginning to feel were false pretenses. Then she consigns me to a long
afternoon of boredom - I didn't even have 'my' book with me! . . . she
could have mentioned that she planned to read. Now, she has the balls to
tell me that my 'shadow' is invading her space. I thought about simply
getting up and leaving - right then. Why I didn't I still don't know for
sure. Maybe it was the ever hinted at promises from she and her sister of
things becoming more interesting for me; of going beyond the kissing and
touchy-feelie stage. Maybe it was just that I didn't want to leave her
alone and abandoned here - didn't want to disappoint her. Whatever it was,
rather than leaving in a huff I quietly stretched out next to her, closed
my eyes, and began munching gum drops from the bag between us.

I think about twenty minutes had passed, the gumdrops were all gone,
before either of us spoke again. In that time I had looked at the few odd
clouds passing overhead, trying to see shapes in their mostly whispy
forms. I had watched the leaves on the small Sumac trees at the ridge tops
blowing in the occasional breeze. I had listened to, and mentally sang
along with, a couple of the currently popular songs playing on the radio.
I had heard four airplanes flying high overhead and sought out their
lengthening contrails, watching as one trail crossed another in the blue
of the noonday sky. There were the sounds of speed boats from the lake and
the bay beyond the woods - 'Probably pulling skiers,' I thought. There
were the occasional sounds of insects, the beatings of birds wings, and
the rustlings of tiny branches in the trees overhead as the wind moved
them against one another, or possibly it was the weight of squirrels,
leaping from tree to tree in their daily travels. There were the sounds of
the occasional car or truck on the road beyond the corn field and twice
the sounds of kids laughing drifting in on a gentle wind. Three times I
heard Raquel beside me turning the pages of her book as she read. I had
closed my eyes and was about to doze off when the sounds I was hearing
were interrupted by Raquel softly speaking beside me.

"You are supposed to be taking advantage of the situation. You know that
don't you?" She spoke so softly, so serenely and I was so close to dozing
that I almost didn't hear her.

"Hmm?" was my intelligent reply.

"I said, you are supposed to be taking advantage of the situation. Here we
are in the woods, 'alone'. The woman with you is reading a romantic book,
the day is warm, the music is soothing. The clothing I'm wearing is loose
and barely concealing, allowing easy access for your hands and fingers.
You should be taking advantage of the opportunity . . . or trying to." I
turned my head and looked at her face. She was smiling into her book. 
"Remember to keep things gentle though, go slow. Don't reach right for a
boob or the loose openings of my shorts. Rest one hand on my leg and let
your thumb and fingers trace little lines and circles - that's a good
start. Let your imagination take you from there, but don't hurry - we have
time - be slow and gentle and romantic."

I finally figured out why she wanted to come to the woods. We were going
to really, finally, have sex. But it wasn't going to be easy. No simple
'jump and bang' or getting naked and rolling in the sand together like the
guys at school said. . . not yet at least. I was going to have to earn her
favors - get her 'in the mood' as they say.

I began as she suggested, taking my left hand and resting it on her bare
thigh below her shorts. My fingers and thumb tracing little lines in her
skin while I lay there otherwise quiet, watching her read, trying to read
her expressions. I decided to use the radio to help me, thinking I would
use the music as a timer so I wouldn't rush things and spoil the day -
lose the opportunity. Three songs I thought and I would move a little, do
something else for a few songs. Moving again and again to something
different as the time passed, trying to become a little bolder without
overstepping myself and ruining the moment for both of us.

I did have one thing going for me though . . . something Raquel knew
nothing about . . . something that as a boy I was too ashamed to mention.
'Guys' didn't do that - or so I believed then . . . My mom was an avid
reader of romance novels. She had shopping bags full of ones she'd already
read stored in the basement. Once I'd moved my room downstairs I'd begun
reading some of them, late at night. Between the stories they told and my
rather active imagination, I had found them to be excellent masturbation
material. They were a little gushier than things I actually enjoyed
reading, but as something  to relieve the pressures when my boners
appeared at bedtime, they were more than adequate. I had even recognized
the book she was reading as one of my mother's old ones - one I had
already read myself. I used the memory of that reading now to good
advantage.

I glanced over during the second song and found her left hand, on her far
side, resting lightly against the side of her stomach, idly tracing small
circles of it's own in her tanned skin. I thought I recognized those
movements from my memory of the story. She raised that hand as the third
song began and turned the page. When the hand returned to her body she
placed it further down, the palm resting atop her thigh, the tips of her
fingers and her nails, tracing arcs and circles in the skin of her inner
thigh. I guessed where she was in the story and moved my own hand to the
arm nearest me, the one holding the book.

I was soon tracing patterns in the flesh of her upper arm, allowing my
fingers to roam from just below her shoulder to just above the elbow.
Dragging the nails in straight gentle furrows downwards and then rubbing
the skin in figure-eights and soft curlicues as I worked my way back to
her shoulder. I watched her eyes as she read, trying to gauge how quickly
she was reading, how quickly she was advancing in the action the story
described. Her off hand shifted, rising up along her body and coming to
rest against her far side, just below her breast, the thumb and forefinger
actually hidden by the material of her top. Leaning forward I added my own
actions, mimicking what I believed was occurring in the story itself. My
hand traveled the length of her forearm, across the inside of her wrist
and I tried to insinuated my fingers between the book and her palm.
Leaning my head forward I gently kissed the point of her shoulder, one,
twice, and a third time before I used my teeth and gently nipped at her
just below where I had been kissing. (I think I guessed correctly because
she transferred the book to her other hand and slid her right lower - into
mine - until we were holding one another's hand.

I shifted my position then. When I'd rolled up onto my side to face her I
had allowed my left arm to remain between us, resting against her hip and
thigh. It was able to do little in that position, save for the back of a
knuckle rubbing gently against her leg while I concentrated more of my
attention elsewhere. Now though, I wanted that hand again. Raising up
beside her I shifted that arm until I was supported on its elbow. The
forearm lying along her shoulder as I slid my hand behind her neck, into a
slight open space between her shoulders and that towel she was using as a
pillow - the fingers and thumb gently curled around the back of her neck.
I began in more earnest then, in more anticipation - remembering how
things had gone in the book she was reading.

I began kissing my way down her arm. Beginning at that point where I had
nibbled at her, I worked my way in a bit of a zigzag towards her elbow.
Kissing first to the right, then to the left and finally in the center
before once again giving a gentle nibble, clenching her flesh lightly
between my teeth and pulling softly away until the flesh slipped free. My
thumb at her neck began rubbing the skin there in small circles.  I worked
fairly swiftly at these moves, traveling her arm and rubbing at her neck
in kind of a haste - knowing that the time spent on this in the story was
rather brief. I concluded my travels down her arm at the inside of her
wrist. There, following the third kiss, rather than nipping with my teeth
and trying for a grip I used my tongue and did my best to tickle the flesh
there, on the pulse point - just as it had been done in the story.

Transferring my lips to the back of her hand I kissed her there, firmly as
I shifted my body forward and up, my left hand gripping lightly at the
back of her neck began twisting slightly to turn her face towards mine.
Her head turned, the back of my right hand came to rest against her
breast, my hip came forward against hers and my lips left her hand,
seeking and finding her lips as they searched for mine. Quite outside of
my remembrance of the story I noticed two things during that soft, close
mouthed kiss of passion. The first was the feeling of her nipple beneath
the back of my hand, rigid and erect and being forced to lean over under
the pressure my hand applied. The second was the feeling of my boner as it
was forced flat against my stomach by our joined hips. I hadn't even
noticed my cock rising, let alone felt the pressure of my clothing as it
came fully rigid. I wondered at Raquel's thoughts as it pressed into the
side of her hip and upper thigh.

Beyond that point I abandoned all pretense of trying to follow what was
written in the book. Mostly because the story then fell into those phrases
in romances which allude to the actual coupling of a man and woman, but
don't really tell the reader what is happening. This story, for example, I
remember talking of a rain of passionate kisses, and exploration of things
and places unseen, unknown, never before explored. Of a filling and
fulfillment - a satisfaction of passions desires. So briefly told after
the teasing and tantalizing of the previous few pages, it summed up the
heroine's burning passions in a very few lines. Something not yet possible
for Raquel and I, since, for one thing, we were both yet fully clothed. It
was time to do something else . . . but what? I opened my lips and she
opened hers. Our tongues did a tango together while I searched my memory
for a story I'd read which could help me now.

I remembered one and drew upon the passages of another of the romances I'd
read - a beach story. Inspired in me by the small bottle of tanning lotion
lying on the blanket with Raquel.

Sitting up beside her, taking up the small bottle and releasing her hand
where I yet gripped it, I squeezed a portion of it's contents into a palm
as Raquel watched. The book was now on the sand beside her blanket,
discarded during our kiss when she had placed her hands on my neck,
pulling me closer. Spreading the liquid over my palms and fingers I
reached forward and placed them both onto her stomach, raising myself onto
one knee and moving to sit astride her legs as I did. I began a gentle
massaging action then, rubbing my greasy hands and fingers in tight
circles across the firm muscles of her stomach. Feeling them shifting
beneath hands.

I worked my hands to the sides, until I was sliding them up and down the
sides of her body, from the tops of her hips to the sides of her ribs. At
the upper end of my hands forward pressures, the furthest reach of their
forward slide along her body, my thumbs touched the bottoms of her breasts
and pushed them upwards beneath her half-top. The top itself was also
pushed upwards by my wrists and finally rested just at the bottom edges of
that darkened flesh which surrounded her nipples. Baring the minutest bit
of the swollen cap that surmounted each breast. The nipples themselves,
lodged in a crease of the fabric, held the shirt in position as it rode up
and down with the movement of her breasts. Five times I made the same move
and with each I thought the pinpoint pressures inside that shirt seemed to
increase in length and girth. I leaned down to kiss her again and her head
came up to meet mine, her hands going to the back of my neck, my shoulders
as our tongues became snakes in a battle for ascendency.

I changed my moves then, sliding both hands straight up the middle in that
barest of air gaps we maintained between our bodies. Up and over those
risen mounds on her chest, pushing that covering shirt from my path and
baring her breasts completely. I raised my head momentarily and looked
between us. I remembered the nubbins I had earlier seen riding those
little caps of darkened flesh and did not recognize them before me now.
These were fully three times the thickness and length of those I
remembered and I could not help myself. I reached to each breast and took
the distended nipples in my fingers as my lips returned to hers. Gently
(remembering Raquels admonition as we started) I squeezed at them,
pressing with my thumbs to bend them over the sides of my fingers and see
if they would lengthen further. Raquel growled in her throat, the first
sound to escape her lips since her suggestion that I should 'take
advantage of the situation'.

She moved again then, taking my right hand in hers, she began pushing it
down towards her hips. At the same time she brike our kiss and I felt her
trying to spread her knees apart, mine were in her way. "Move," she said
and I rose some, shifting to my left, raising my right leg as her left
slide free beneath it. Bringing my right leg down inside hers. I felt her
right leg pressing against my left and slid it aside rather than lifting
it. Hers slid with mine for a bit and stopped. Her legs were now parted,
but comfortably so rather than widely spread, opening a pathway between,
yet not stretching or tightening the material of her loose shorts. She
placed my hand on her thigh, pressing it in place by covering it with her
own. I found my fingers bent to fit the curve of her thigh beneath my
palm. She pulled my hand upwards slightly, along her thigh and towards the
wide opening in the leg of her cargo shorts. "I think you should move your
attentions here now."

I rose to my knees beside her and began moving my slippery hand in tight
circles against her inner thigh, moving it slowly towards the leg opening
she had guided me to. I advanced my hand towards that opening in small
motions, concentrating mostly on what sensations I could cause. My left
hand was still active on her upper body, moving freely around and between
her now exposed breasts and I was trying for some variety there as well.
Her shirt was pushed as high up her chest as it could go and had become a
twisted bunch of material from armpit to armpit, arching across her upper
chest, below her neck. I slid my hand across a breast, spreading the
fingers wide and allowing her nipple to slide into the vee created by my
middle and ring fingers. When the nipple was at the base of the vee, and
had been leaned partly over by it, I squeezed the breast with my hand
slightly and moved it around on her chest a bit.

Raquel's eyes were closed and her lips parted. She was breathing gently
through her mouth and at my move the tip of her tongue appeared, touching
her upper lip. I smiled, pleased with myself. Especially since it was the
first time I had done something like this. I bent down then and kissed her
on the tummy, her back arched, her tummy rose and pressed firmly against
my gently kissing lips. I moved upwards my kisses upwards, towards her
breasts.

My fingers were sliding inside the leg of her shorts and I was up to about
the second knuckle when I reached the top of her thigh. No panties.
Sliding my fingertips downward along her thigh I found the bottom of her
mound. I began sliding my fingers up the crease between her mound and her
inner thigh, trying to touch her as lightly as I could. At the same time I
relaxed my grip on her breast and slid my fingers together against her
nipple, trapping it. Using a gentle squeezing pressure I began dragging my
hand from her breast, the nipple first being pulled with it, then slipping
along between my lotion slippery fingers. I would momentarily, slightly
spread my fingers and then re-trap the nipple before again sliding my hand
away and pulling at the trapped nipple again. I found myself amazed that
her nipple was so large. It had grown to about half the thickness of my
pinkie finger and it's end actually showed above my fingers when I
squeezed them together. As I again squeezed and pulled on it my kissing
lips reached her ribs and the underside of the breast upon which my hand
worked. I kissed and gently licked at the point where the mound of flesh
grew from her chest. Raquel's body arched, her shoulder rising slightly
from the towel beneath her and her head going back.

My hand between her legs had reached the top of her mound and I twisted it
in place, pushing it up onto her abdomen and into her thick mass of hair
there. I pushed my arm up and around, pulling the shorts tighter, the leg
opening higher up her thigh, until my hand was laying across her tummy
from thigh to thigh.

The movement of my right hand was more restricted now, but I found I was
still able to twist it further and down until it slipped between her legs
and completely covered her mound, my fingers sliding down to her butt as
my palm covered her mound. My middle finger insinuated itself into the
crack of her ass, coming to rest across her butt hole as the other fingers
stacked themselves into a vee atop it. I tried doing three things at once,
sliding my left hand up her chest, under her bunched shirt, until my
fingers reached her throat. A slight shift and the fingers slid down one
side of her neck and along it to her jaw. Sliding down again and shifting
around to slide around the other side of her neck, repeating the motion
just made on that side. I moved my head my head to the side and took a
nipple into my mouth, putting just a bit of the tip between my lips, and
sucked on it, slowly increasing the suction until not only it, but the
little cap of dark flesh beneath it slipped into my mouth. I moved my
tongue then, probing and lapping at everything I had captured. My right
hand I tried to slide up and down on her pussy, pressing into her and
rubbing it's length. My intention was to drag my fingers up, into and
through the slit itself, but her shorts interfered. With my hand twisted
inside the leg opening the shorts proved too restrictive for the move. I
released her completely and sat back.

Reaching across and lightly slapping at her far hip I said, "Get these
off," and hooking two fingers into the waistband of her shorts, I tugged
at them. She groaned, moving sluggishly at first, but her hands did begin
working at the waist button and zipper of her shorts. Deciding that I too
wanted to be naked at that point, I quickly stripped out of my own
clothing. Raquel was done before me and watched as I finished stripping my
own shorts and underwear down over my ankles and off.

"Stretch out on your back," Raquel said when I was naked, and, kneeling
beside me, directed me until I was in exactly the position she desired me.
She moved then, turning in place and moving to her hands and knees over
me; her head hovering above my hips, her hair tickling the tops of my
thighs. She looked down herself, between our bodies, and positioned
herself carefully before lowering down onto me. Her right hand coming up
to grasp and hold my boner, lifting it, shifting it. "I'm going to suck
your cock until you get off. Whatever you do, do not move your hips or try
to fuck into my face. I'll choke and it will spoil things. Okay?" I could
feel her breath against the end of my cock, right on the head, and thought
that she must be almost speaking into it like a singer using a microphone.
She didn't wait for an answer, but lowered her mouth and kissed the end of
it. Her lips parted and I began sliding into her mouth.

Raquel had slid her feet and ankles beneath my arms and I raised my hands
to her buttocks, her pussy mound, where I used my finger's to open and
hold her that way while I examined what I could see. The tunnel of her
vagina opened before my eyes, and I thanked Playboy and an encyclopedia
for my knowing what I was seeing. Beneath that was her pee hole, her
urethra according to the encyclopedia. Further down was the little vee
shaped hood I'd seen on her sister, only Raquel's was smaller. I looked
for the sensitive little ridge like her sister had, but couldn't find it.
I  knew that a guy was supposed do something  for a woman with his mouth .
. . though I hadn't the least Idea of how to actually go about it.  Still,
she had positioned herself in what was supposed to be a sixty-nine
position, as Tommy Curtis had called it, and both partners were expected
to use their mouths on the other when you were like this.

I tried. I think I really did poorly at it, though thankfully it lasted
only a short time - I orgasmed quickly once Raquel started sucking and
jacking at my cock. Still, I did try. I used my lips to kiss her pussy
almost everywhere I could reach, and probed as much as I could with my
tongue. I even slid a finger into her pussy and began fucking her with it.
Yet nothing I did seemed to have much effect on Raquel - or at least there
were no signs I detected that they had. Her only reaction at all was a
slight bunching of the hips when my finger first started sliding in, but
once it was in and moving she relaxed again.

When I spurted into her mouth Raquel almost choked. She never lifted her
mouth from it though and continued to suck and jack at me until well after
I had finished, her tongue moving ceaselessly over and across the head.
Remembering her sister's words from last week I think she was waiting
until I had finished dribbling as well. As before, I did not soften.

Raquel shifted herself forward then and rose to her knees. She turned
about until she was facing me. She took up the bottle of tanning lotion
and liberally spread it around her hips, all over her ass and, from
behind, reached through her own legs and coated her pussy and inner
thighs. "I don't know how long this is going to last, and I don't want to
get a burn on my ass - the sun is hot."

Reaching behind herself for my cock she rubbed her still slippery hands
over it and, guiding it, she settled herself onto me. As slippery as she
had just made herself, and me, she completely engulfed me in a single
motion. She felt so hot and tight around me . . . never had my hand ever
gripped myself as tightly, as completely as her vagina did. Never had I
felt the sensations I now felt. It was marvelous and I felt my boner pulse
inside her in reaction. I must have made a face of some kind because
Raquel, who had been sitting still with me inside her, watching me
intently, smiled first, then laughed openly. I felt that laugh from the
tip to the very roots of my dick as the muscles holding it spasmed and
jerked about me. I also felt her somehow settle further down on it, taking
a little more of me inside - even though I was already positive that she
had it all. Raquel stopped laughing and stroked my cheek. "You are almost
wonderful." She started moving, very slowly at first, rising up only and
inch or so and settling back. "Your hands are magic and everything you did
with them was great." She was building her movement and her speed, sliding
further up and down my cock and moving more in jerks than glides. "But . .
." and she slammed herself down hard and froze in place. Something had
been different inside of her that time. When her hips had met mine I felt
myself hitting something deep inside her. The look on her face was one of
surprise and a single soft exclamation escaped her lips, "Oh!"

We stayed like that for a moment as she recovered herself, then she began
moving again. Sliding forward and back on my belly this time, dragging the
top of her pussy through my hair as she slid me in and out of her. I have
no idea how long it lasted, probably not all that long as I soon felt the
pressure rising in my balls again. I emptied myself inside of her when the
time came and she stretched herself out on top of me when it  was done.
Hugging me to her and kissing at my chin and neck.

She rolled off of me after a minute or so and finished herself then,
allowing me to watch as she removed Hymie from her bag. She had me sit up
and leaned back into my lap as she raised her legs high and wide, then
frigged herself with the vibrator while I played with her breasts and
stroked her hair.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Back at the house we found a letter from my brother's on the kitchen
table. They had ridden their bicycles to the river to do some fishing.
There was music coming from the basement. Raquel wanted to clean up a bit
and suggested I go down and visit with Pat while she did.

I wasn't being especially quiet as I descended the stars and entered the
basement, but the music was loud enough that I arrived unannounced at the
girl's bedroom where I found the door standing ajar. Expecting to find
only Pat in the room I didn't bother to knock before pushing the door open
and stepping inside. Alivia was back though and the sight that met my eyes
was something I couldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams.

Alivia was on her hands and knees in the center of the carpeted floor,
naked. This was the first time I had seen her without clothing on and it
really was an awakening in itself. I had seen my thirteen year old cousin
in her bathing suit, but it had not really prepared me for the sight
before me now. Her breasts weren't simply large, they were enormous when
compared to those of her sisters. She was facing slightly away from me as
I entered and hadn't noticed my arrival. She had a bright blue plastic
thing gripped between her feet and extending up into her pussy. Her knees
were spread and she was rocking back and forth. The thing she gripped with
her feet nearly disappearing completely inside her as she brought her hips
almost down to her heals, then reappearing as she rocked forward and
raised up again. She seemed to be moving faster with every downward lunge
I witnessed and as her speed increased, so did the swing of those massive
boobs. Her arms were rigid, supporting her as she moved and those breasts
of hers hung practically to her elbows. They were lazily swinging too and
fro with her movements as I stepped into the room, small swinging circles
where they pressed against each other as they swung forward towards her
arms and hanging hair, then seemed to part and circle around as she rose
and they swung towards her hips. Only to come around together again as she
reached her apex and began settling back and down once again. As her
self-fuck increased in speed, so too did the swing of her breasts. Greater
too was the territory they covered in their circles until finally they
brushed against the backs of her arms as they parted, swung outwards more
widely to the sides and came together again with an almost audible slap
before starting the circuit again.

I could not see Alivia's face. Not only did the angle of her body cause
her shoulder to be in the way, but Alivia's deep brown hair was
exceptionally long, having grown to the point that she had to move it to
the side when sitting, or trap the ends beneath her hips. It now hung
straight down from the sides of her head, pooling on the ground below and
covering the backs of her hands where they supported her. Her movements
had her hair moving in waves and ripples as it hung down.

Pat stood behind Alivia and was tying something to her waist, something
that had me standing open mouthed and staring when I saw it. Never in my
dreams had I thought of such a thing and it distracted me even from the
vision of the lovely Alivia fucking herself a few feet away. It was kind
of a panty and strap thing that had what looked like a plastic
flesh-colored dick hanging from the front of it. It wasn't all that large
of a dick, not even as long or as thick my own. Nothing about it was
really special or distinctive in how it looked, it was that such a
contraption existed at all that I found surprising. Pat saw me looking
and, smiling broadly, shook her hips from side to side so that 'it'
waggled at me. She picked up what looked like an ointment tube from the
bed and  squeezed some into her palm.  Rubbing her palms together she was
continuing to watch me closely where I stood just inside of the rooms
door. I opened my mouth to speak and she quickly brought one finger to her
lips and shook her head at me. "No!" she was silently saying and I held my
peace.

Pat placed her right hand onto the plastic dick and began moving it
around, smearing the dick with whatever she'd put into her hands. Her left
hand she placed on her sister's ass, pushing the fingers and as much of
her palm as she could into the crack there, forcing the moons of her ass
apart for her hand. Soon both had a shiny, greasy appearance.

Hands touched me from behind and I almost jumped through the ceiling at
the sudden, unexpected contact, almost screamed and cried out in surprise
and shock. Those hands crept under my arms, around my chest from behind
and, by their nail polish I recognized them as Raquel's. I felt myself
hugged tightly, the side of her face being laid against the back of my
shoulder. I had not heard her coming up behind me in the basement and my
heart was beating wildly in my chest from the unexpected start.

Pat leaned down over her Alivia just then and the first sounds I'd heard
since entering, beyond the music from Pat's cassette player, was the sound
of her voice when she told her younger sister, "I'm going to fuck you now,
baby sister. I'm going to shove my dick up your ass and ream you while you
fuck yourself on your new toy." All the while she was making jacking
motions on the little dick protruding from the leather panty she had
donned.

Raquel heard her too and her hug relaxed as she shifted behind me and
looked around my shoulder to see what her sisters were doing. Her face
reflected her distaste at what she was seeing and without a word she
turned and walked from the room. I watched her with my eyes for a moment,
turning my head to follow her, thinking that I too should really leave . .
. that I should not be witnessing what was occurring here or be involved
with it. But I was hooked already, completely enthralled with what was
happening before me, so I turned back to the room and continued to watch.

Pat had knelt behind her sister and was taking hold of her hips when I
looked again. Alivia, just reaching the top of one of her plunging
impalements had stopped where she was. A shudder seemed to pass through
her body but she made no sound, no movement to pull away or resist as Pat
shinnied up behind her and placed the head of the plastic erection between
her butt cheeks. Pat's hands tightened on Alivia's hips, the muscles in
Pat's legs bunched and she pushed forward with her hips. Alivia's back
bowed slightly, the muscles in her legs coiled and moved and I thought I
saw her hands turning to fists beneath the piles of her hair on the floor.
Her body shook again and I had the distinct impression that she was not
really enjoying the invasion, yet still she made absolutely no sound and
actively assisted the invasion by pushing back until her hips met those of
her sister. Once their hips met they both seemed to freeze, holding their
positions and possibly allowing Alivia time to adjust herself to the new
intrusion.

Pat lay forward then, molding her upper body with her younger sister's
back before reaching around to fondle and squeeze at her breasts. There
seemed to be a touch of cruelty in the way she twisted and pulled at the
melons within her grasp as she said, "Move, Bitch!"

Alivia began moving again then, pressing downwards with her hips, sliding
the larger toy deeper into her pussy as she pulled her ass slightly free
of the invader Pat had inserted into it. The movements were much more
abbreviated than before, only a few inches of movement being allowed by
her new position beneath her sister's weight. The moves themselves seemed
awkward and clumsy at first, but with a further widening of her knees the
movements became smoother . . . and quicker. Within a matter of minutes
she was plunging her hips upwards and downwards wildly on the two false
cocks invading her body. Shortly after, a series of non-stop shudders and
quivers seemed to overtake her; her breasts swung and bounced dramatically
where they hung down below her, her knees slid outward whole inches on
each downstroke and back inwards as she pushed back and up into Pat's hips
while her arms shivered and shook where they supported her in front -
threatening to collapse at any moment. Still, she made no sound, her head
and face were yet hidden from my view and I had no idea what her
expression or attitude might be.

It was Pat who had seemed to be most affected from her sister's exertions,
her upper body had collapsed across Alivia's back, her arms hanging limply
down on either side, knuckles just barely touching the rug's nap as the
breath rasped in her throat and continuous moans escaped her throat. Mixed
and interspersed among those moans were hoarsely whispered words of love
and encouragement for her young sister, "Oh, gawd, I love you so." and
"You do that so well . . . No one fucks my cock with their ass the way you
do." and "Do you love it? Can you feel it? Can you feel my hot cock
invading your body, possessing your soul?"

Pat's face was flushed, her mouth slack and drooling onto Alivia's back
when she wasn't speaking. Her eyes were glazed and there was a continuous
seepage of fluid from her vagina, left exposed by the arrangement of
straps on the contraption she wore, and running down her legs as she lay
there. I don't understand how it was happening, but she seemed to be
having orgasm after orgasm from what was happening. It was then I think I
first decided that Pat was freaky, that she frightened me. Still, that
decision, that knowledge did not alter what happened after.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Alivia's right arm finally collapsed beneath her, her right shoulder
dipping as she slid forward until her elbow met the floor. Pat rolled from
her back, landing on her right shoulder and hip on the floor beside
Alivia, the plastic penis having been practically wrenched from the
younger girls ass as she fell. She was now facing away from me and did not
move, her breathing was deep, regular and I felt she may have passed out
during the experience.

Alivia pulled her hair out of the way on that side and leaned down to kiss
her older sister gently on the cheek, then raised herself up onto her
knees. The long, thick, almost obscene looking thing rising from her heals
to her pussy was still in place and she reached between her legs, with her
left hand, to remove it, pulling the flexible plastic thing forward and
removing it. With her right hand she reached around her head and pulled
her hair around to the far side of her face where it fell down the front
of her chest to her waist. She turned her head to face me.

There was no surprise or shock reflected in her face at my presence . . .
no happiness, sadness, or expectation either. Her expression was stoic,
seeming completely devoid of any real expression at all or, at the least,
it was completely unreadable to me. Her eyes traveled from mine own down
to the obvious boner in my pants and she raised her right hand to wave me
over to her. I went.

As I approached, I finally had my first real look at Alivia naked, and at
that thing in her left hand. It was made of some bright blue translucent
plastic that was semi-flexible. It was about fourteen inches long and
easily two inches across. I finally recognized it for what it was, a dildo
of some kind, but it was unlike any I'd ever heard of or seen advertised
in the magazines I'd looked at. It had a dick head at both ends and a long
straight snake of a shaft between the them. She was holding it about four
inches from one end and the long side kind of arced gently towards the
floor from her hand to the head on that end. I could not believe that she
had taken so much of that monster inside of herself and found myself
feeling inadequate in it's presence. Thinking about it, there could have
been no more than four inches of it grasped between the heals of her feet
earlier. She knew what I was looking at and slipped it and her hand behind
her back.

I transferred my eyes to her body then, beginning at her hip, where the
blue dildo had disappeared from sight, I scanned across her pelvis and
looked at her pussy. She was completely clean shaven there . . . not a
hair to be seen anywhere on her narrow hips and pubes. Looking down I had
never realized just how slender her legs were, they were practically
skinny and her ankles were so tiny that I was surprised they supported
her. Yet the lips of her pussy were wide and thick, a large swollen mound
between what seemed only lightly muscled thighs. From her narrow waist
upwards it was all another story though as her upper body seemed an almost
perfect Vee; getting thicker and thicker through the rib cage until it
ended at her broad shoulders. At the shoulders, her upper body truly was
practically as wide as it was long. On the front of those ribs were those
melon sized breasts of hers. Two mammoth globes of flesh that pressed
against one another in the center as if crowding for space. Just
off-center of each and pointing slightly outwards from one another were
her nipples. Two almost olive-sized rosy bulbs of flesh that seemed
begging to be suckled. After her two sisters though I found her breasts
amazing in both their size and firmness. I also found it surprising that
the darkened area on them was so small . . . hardly extending beyond the
edges of her thick nipples at all. Less than half an inch of darkened
flesh surrounded those bulbous protrusions.

"You enjoyed what you saw?" she asked me in a sparrow soft voice. I
nodded, unable to bring myself to speak at that moment, fearing the words
that might escape my mouth while looking at her nakedness. She raised one
eyebrow, smiled and reached out one hand to the rigid pole inside my
shorts. "Take your clothes off," she said and I was quick to comply.

I don't know what I expected her, or me, or us to do, but once I was naked
her actions surprised me, as did all that was to follow.

Alivia reached to the bed, dropping the blue dildo, and took up the
ointment tube Pat had used earlier. Squeezing a portion into her own palms
she reached out and began salving it all over my boner, from bottom to top
and all around. She released me and knelt beside her supine sister, "Lay
down," she said, indicating the floor behind Pat - again I followed
instructions as Alivia lifted Pat's legs individually and dragged them
into a semi fetal position before her. Pat did not respond in any way and
again I thought she may have been asleep, I couldn't tell for sure though
because her hair and one arm were lying across her face as she lay there.

Alivia took her still greasy hands and reached between Pat's butt cheeks
then, rubbing them around and seeming to force a finger or two inside of
her older sister, though since my angle did not allow a good view I was
only guessing. She took my one hand and placed it atop Pat's hip, moved
around and guided my other to her sister's shoulder, beneath her head, and
then stepped back to my waist. Kneeling there she again took my boner and
guided it into position between her sister's thick buttocks. "Push," she
said and I pressed forwards with my hips. There was resistance at first,
then my cock shifted to one side and came free, sliding along the
underside of Pat's leg, across the top of her pussy. Alivia shook her head
and reached down again, taking hold of me. Once again in position she kept
her hand in place and once again said, "Push." This time, though there was
resistance, my cock was unable to shift because of her guiding hand. The
resistance lessened and I felt a tight ring spreading, opening around the
head of my cock. More lessening of the resistance and suddenly it was gone
completely and my hips shot forward until I struck the heel of Alivia's
hand, half trapping it between her sister's hips and mine.

Alivia twisted her hand free and stepped back to watch. I didn't move. I
was wondering if I should be doing this to her sister without Pat's
inviting me to. Alivia frowned then, looking at me and asked, "Need some
inspiration?" Without waiting for an answer she stepped to the bed and
picked up a small towel which she used to clean her hands. Seconds later
she dropped the towel and took up the big dildo that had been in her pussy
a few minutes before. "Watch what I can do," she said and raised it to her
lips.

She was gripping the dildo with both hands just behind one of the 'heads'.
She pressed forward with her hands and her mouth opened around the other
end as the head began slipping between her spreading lips. Her lips
stretched, then seemed to stretch some more as the head broadened just
before narrowing to the thickness of the thing's shaft. There was an
instant when I thought it would hang up, thought that the head would be
too thick of her to pass further. . . her jaw worked, her lips spread
still more and seemed to reach forward of their own accord and suddenly
the head disappeared inside her mouth. Her eyes never left mine and she
lowered herself to a sitting position on the floor beside the bed,
crossing her legs at the ankles, her heels tight to her butt.

She leaned forward then until her elbows were resting on her knees, arched
her back and seemed to lean into her hands as she pushed upwards again on
the blue dildo. An inch, then two slid into her mouth and she pulled them
back out. Pushing again I saw those first inches disappearing again and
another followed them. Until now, there had been no reaction in her face
to what she was doing, beyond the stretching of her lips and the working
of her jaw muscles. Yet now, her eyes bulged slightly, her chest heaved
for a moment and she froze in that position. Long seconds passed as she
held that position and simply breathed through her nose, her nostrils
flaring then narrowing as she took in deep draughts of air. Her throat
muscles worked then and the area beneath her jaw seemed to flex and shift,
her lower lip twitched, slid a bit forward on the protruding shaft and
stretched some more as the tip of her tongue appeared and began trying to
snake it's way further along the 'log' that invaded her mouth. She pushed
again and fully four inches disappeared into her lips, practically in a
rush. She stopped and froze again, once more breathing through her nose
and I wondered 'How?'. Surely with so much inside her mouth the thing must
have slipped into her throat. As thick as it was how could she possibly
breathe around it. Still, she did.

Eyes still fixed on mine, Alivia smiled. How I did not know, but I knew
she was smiling at me as she once more pressed forward with her hands and
another two inches of the thing slid into her mouth. She began fucking her
mouth then, pulling the thing out much of the way before sliding it once
again into her throat. With each push forward it seemed that a little more
of it disappeared from view until at least three-quarters of it was
vanishing with each 'fuck'. I began fucking her sister's ass, mimicking
and matching the tempo she used in fucking her own mouth. A dozen strokes
she made into the depths of her throat, then suddenly, in a single move
pulled the entire thing from her mouth with an audible 'pop'. Reversing
it, taking hold of it behind the head that had just been in her mouth, she
began licking the top three and four inches of the other end. Slick
glistening trails of saliva coated it everywhere her tongue touched.
Wrapping her lips around that head she pushed again with her arms and
again the thing slid into her mouth with no hang-ups or delays this time.
Again more than half of the thing disappeared and she stopped before once
again fucking herself in the mouth. Her arms flexed, the muscles in her
shoulders worked, she pressed harder and more of it disappeared . . .
another stroke and more of it disappeared again . . . another and her own
hands began pushing at her chin with each stroke.

Ten times her enwrapping hand pressed into her chin as she drove the thing
into her own throat. Ten times my own hips slapped into her sister's butt
cheeks in response as Pat began to stir beneath  my hands. Ten times the
muscles of her throat relaxed and flexed as the invader moved within it .
. . I know it was ten times because I counted each and every stroke of her
arms.

Again, a single pull, a soft 'pop' and the thing came free. She shifted,
sliding her hips forward and leaning her body back against the side of the
bed. She raised both of her legs, widely spread, until her knees were as
high from the carpet as her shoulders. In this position her thick pussy
was not only in view, but wide fat thick lips had parted and I had the
beginning of a view into their soft inner folds. There was the little
tunnel at the bottom, that sheath like the one her sister Raquel had
shared with me only hours ago. There was the vee-shaped hood near the
channel's apex, only Alivia's had a nipple like thing protruding from it.

There was a new sensation now as I continued to fuck into Pat's ass. Her
breathing had deepened and soft moans were beginning to come from her as I
felt and saw her opening her top leg to the side. I felt her hand then,
stroking at the underside of my cock, the nails just scraping at my balls
as she seemed to 'pet' me.

Alivia was moving the blue dildo to her pussy, rubbing the saliva
slickened head over and between those thick lips, that nipple-shaped,
protruding button of flesh, and with each contact there her eyes seemed to
flinch, ever so slightly.

There was a crowding sensation inside of Pat's ass, a feeling of added
pressure against the underside of my cock on each push inside her, there
seemed to be ridges forming there. I don't know how many strokes it took,
how many sliding investigations of those new ridges occurred before I
finally understood the message my boner was transmitting to me. Pat had
begun finger fucking herself and the ridges I was feeling were the backs
of those fingers which she had shoved into her pussy.

Alivia was also fucking herself again, having pushed the blue dildo into
her pussy once more. First it was just the head, then three and four
inches, then six, each stroke gaining in depth and speed. Still, her eyes
were yet locked with mine, and her legs, her knees remained raised and
held at the level of her shoulders,  her heels bobbing on air with each
movement of her pumping arms. Again, as the strokes of her arms increased
in speed, so too did my fucking of her sister's ass. It wasn't long before
the heels of her hands were slapping against the lips of her pussy with
each rapid plunging of her arms. Her face had become a kind of emotionless
mask as she worked herself, the only indication she gave that anything was
happening was a slight glazed appearance to her eyes and a single tear
that flowed down her left cheek . . . I heard a slapping sound then and
could not decide if it was the sounds of Alivia's hands pounding against
her pussy or if it was from my hips slamming into Pat's ass, so perfectly
in sync did our movements seem.

Then I was emptying myself into her sister's ass.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I woke up naked on the floor some time later. The room was empty. My
shorts, skivvies and T-shirt were on the floor where I had dropped them
earlier. Rousing myself I found that someone had cleaned me while I lay
there. Gathering up my clothing I moved to my curtained room and was soon
dressed in clean clothing. I was heading for the bathroom upstairs then, I
wanted a washcloth and some soap before I spent too much time in the fresh
clothing. Upstairs, I found the three girls watching television together
and acting like absolutely nothing had happened between the four of us
earlier that day. I knew why when I heard the sounds of our mother's
voices coming from mom and dad's bedroom beyond.

Later that evening, while walking together to the store for a loaf of
bread, Raquel asked me if I had fucked her sisters in the ass. At my reply
of "Not Alivia but Pat, yes," she stopped speaking to me. She did not say
a single word to me for the rest of the night, nor for the entirety of the
next day either.

Alivia rose before her sisters the following morning and came to me in my
bed. The first I knew she was there was when she pulled back the blanket
which covered me and began reaching into my pajama's for my cock. I had a
morning 'piss' hard-on, but that did not seem to bother her. At about the
same time I came awake and realized who she was and what she was doing,
she lowered her mouth over my cock and simply 'inhaled' all of it. She
sucked then, applying suction to the entire length of me as her tongue
began squirming across the top of my dick in her throat. She was wearing a
baby-doll nightie that fit her too tightly. Her hips were at my shoulder,
so I raised my hand to her panties and began rubbing at her through the
tight material, trying to work my fingertips beneath a leg band. Her
throat muscles began working then and I was done for . . . I don't think I
could have lasted more than thirty seconds from the time she slid into her
mouth until the time I emptied myself into her throat.

She had been going after me with a kind of passion and hunger, making
little smacking sounds with her lips and tongue as she worked on my
inflamed cock and the sensations had simply overpowered my still
inexperienced body and mind.

When she was done she turned to me and kissed me, taking my still
exploring hand in hers and removing it. "I want to tell you something,"
she whispered into my ear. I will suck you anytime you want, but I will
not let you fuck me, in either hole. No man or boy will screw me there
until I am married. Do you understand what I am telling you?"

"Then why did you let Pat do that to you yesterday?"

"Because she is my sister and I love her. When she does that, or other
things to me, it is the only time she ever says she loves me and I want
her to love me because I love her."

"Does Raquel do those things to you as well?"

"No, but Raquel tells me she loves me without that. She does let me lick
her pussy sometimes though, when I find her using Hymie and I ask if I
may. She will even sometimes play with my breasts and kiss me, though that
is all. But you do understand what I said, about having sex me? I will
suck you, I will even let you watch me pleasing myself or letting Pat
please herself with me, but you can not put your cock inside of me and
fuck me yourself. Okay?"

"Yes, okay."

"I love you cousin."

"I love you too, Alivia."

Then she returned to her bed and I hurried upstairs to pee.

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