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Hi, guys---

I'm attaching a new story, "In the Playhouse." I believe this is in 
acceptable format. . . .

Mike


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                 In the Playhouse
                by Michael K. Smith

Some twins go to great lengths to differentiate
themselves from each other: Different clothing styles,
different haircuts, different sets of friends,
different facial expressions in the high school
yearbook. My cousins, Cynthia and Sandra, however, are
the other sort of twins. They've always taken great
delight in their sameness, their ability to fool other
people about their identities. When Cyndi was twelve,
she accidentally got a great smear of motor oil on one
of her favorite knit shirts and had to discard it.
Sandy immediately threw hers away, too, being unwilling
to wear a garment her sister couldn't match. What's
more, no one in the family seemed to think that was
odd.

The twins are Aunt Edna's daughters and the three of
them share a house that's far too large for them. Uncle
Bret was a very successful broker of some kind and when
he was killed in the crash of his small plane three
years ago, when the twins were fourteen, he left them
exceedingly well provided for. Aunt Edna is forty and
still very attractive, but while she has a couple of
"social" boyfriends to go to parties and the symphony
with, she doesn't seem interested in marrying again. So
they all sort of rattle around in a sprawling
four-bedroom house with a terminally manicured lawn at
the end of a lengthy driveway, behind a high brick wall
-- like many of the other excessively well-off
residents of Highland Park.

That sounds cynical, I guess, but I really shouldn't
feel that way. My own parents are divorced and my older
sister, Marie, and I also share a nice house with our
mother -- not huge by any means, but quite comfortable.
Mom is the executive manager of a large office building
(twenty-plus floors) and makes a good living, plus
she's always bringing home odd bits of expensive
furnishings from the store rooms as our needs change.

Mom and Aunt Edna have two more sisters, Louise and
Ethel -- both of whom have managed to hang on to their
husbands -- and for years the four of them have gotten
together about once a month for a day out, sometimes
longer. Sometimes they just shop at the Galleria all
day and go to the theater in the evening, but sometimes
they charter a Cessna and fly off to Padre or Port
Isabel for a weekend on the beach.

When all us kids were younger, we'd be put under the
care of a hired nanny for the day, or parked with an
unwilling uncle for the weekend -- but we were never
taken along, because the idea was for the sisters to
enjoy a brief period of freedom from their lives and
responsibilities. Eventually, our uncles decided they
were happy to go along with this, since it gave them a
free day or weekend, too. And rather than feel
abandoned, we kids tended to think of these monthly
outings as a period of freedom from parental
supervision, so everyone came out more or less
ahead.

For the past couple of years, though, we've been left
pretty much to our own devices, as long as we behave
ourselves. So, of course, we're always careful to give
at least the appearance of dependability,  . . .
whatever we might actually get up to in our parents'
absence.

On this particular Saturday morning late in July, the
sisters had piled into Aunt Gloria's Mercedes and
headed for the casinos in Bossier City, not intending
to return until late Sunday night. Uncle Ed and Uncle
Henry were off fishing together somewhere in the Hill
Country and the five of us had moved out to the
Playhouse for the weekend.

Ah, yes. The Playhouse. That was our name for the small
but comfortable apartment over Aunt Edna's garage,
which the twins had taken possession of years before as
their private retreat, a place they could go to play
and plan their joint conquest of the world without
being overheard. The apartment was originally meant for
a servant couple, but Aunt Edna's maid-cook only
worked days and went home after supper, unless there
was some special evening event to see to. Almost no
one, even in Highland Park, could afford live-in help
these days. So Cyndi and Sandy had, in effect, their
own pad before they were even in high school. And they
were willing to play hostess to their cousins on
Sisters' Weekends Out.

But we also referred to the garage apartment as the
"Playhouse" because that's where we all went to play.

When we were younger, that meant marathon sessions of
cut-throat Monopoly or Risk. The twins, naturally,
would cut their own deals and the rest of us would have
to gang up on them to survive. Marie, who's two years
older than me, used to regard herself as "two years'
superior," too, and it irritated her no end whenever I
managed to beat her. She's come around the past couple
of years, though, and now we get along pretty well when
she's home from college.

The other member of our little conclave is Bryan, Aunt
Louise's kid, who is barely sixteen to my eighteen but
who has several inches and twenty pounds on me --
mostly muscle. Purely from jealousy, I had begun
referring to him as "Meat," though he generally
shrugged it off. I prefer to think of him as
big-and-dumb, but he actually displays a reasonable
level of intelligence most of the time.

A year or so ago, we got tired of board games and
switched to cards, mostly poker. Marie had begun
playing Five Card Draw with her dorm-mates and now
fancied herself something of a shark. But our Uncle
Henry had been a regular poker player for decades and I
had gone to him on the sly for lessons. Recently, Marie
had been unwillingly but substantially supplementing my
allowance, to her renewed irritation. Bryan just played
along, neither winning nor losing a great deal, folding
more often than not -- probably the best strategy for
the long haul, actually. The twins were somewhat
dismissive of poker since they weren't allowed to
collaborate on a joint hand, but they were learning to
deal with it.

This Saturday, we had been sitting around the
apartment's small living room, drinking cokes and
exchanging gossip. We also were watching the weather
turn ugly and none of us was surprised when the rain
began pounding down. Then there was a blinding flash of
lightning accompanied by an enormous crash of thunder,
and the lights flickered and dimmed for several
moments. An emergency generator kicked in somewhere and
the lights came back to their proper level -- but the
air conditioning stopped dead, presumably because the
power source couldn't handle that much of a load all at
once.

Now, summer in north Texas takes two forms:
hot-and-dry, and hot-and-soggy. We had been suffering
under the latter condition for several weeks and the
lack of air conditioning, even during a rain storm,
brought a chorus of groans from all of us. And as we
all became aware of the cessation of air currents in
the room, Marie unwittingly set the tone for the rest
of the weekend.

"If the air doesn't come back on soon, I'm going to
have to seriously consider nudism!"

I had been idly shuffling a deck of cards as we
chit-chatted and now I riffled them one-handed, a bit
of show-off I'd been practicing. I glanced over at
Bryan, who grinned and waggled his eyebrows at me.

"No way, Sis," I said, "you can't just give it away for
free like that." I looked at the cards in my hand.

"Anyone for Strip Poker?" Bryan laughed appreciatively.

I grinned around at the group, expecting derisive
replies from the girls, but instead the twins looked at
each other and nodded. Marie looked thoughtful and
finally nodded, too. "Sounds good to me," she said, and
winked.

Now, I should probably say at this point that Bryan, as
I've said, was developing into something of a hunk. And
I'm not bad looking, if I do say so. But in a
strip-off, he and I would definitely be the big
winners, because all three of the ladies present were
exceptionally attractive -- even if I had known them
all my life. Marie is an inch or so taller than me,
with long legs and breasts that can only be described
as "healthy." She has rather broad shoulders, though,
so there's no sag at all. She has an elegant beauty and
generally lets her long, black hair do whatever it
likes, and the resulting cascade of ringlets can be
very enticing. Yes, she's my sister, but I'm not blind.

The twins were blonde, cute (rather than beautiful),
and built small, with unusually narrow waists and
absolutely delightful little posteriors. They had a
trick of opening their eyes wide while pursing their
lips that made it very difficult for any guy to look
away.

Anyway, their reaction wasn't at all what I had
expected. I looked again at Bryan, who seemed a bit
nonplused. He stared back at me and swallowed. His look
said "What have you gotten us into?"

"Well, . . ." I was stalling and they all knew it.

"Chicken," Cyndi sneered. Sandy grinned wolfishly.
Marie looked superior.

"Okay," I said, settling myself cross-legged in the
middle of the floor. "Strip Poker it is. But we have to
agree on some rules first." I wiggled my bare toes.
"Like, what are the stakes, and how do we bet?"

Everyone looked at everyone else. We were all wearing
shorts and tops and we were all barefoot. That worked
out to three garments apiece for Bryan and me and four
for each of the girls. "Well," Marie said, "I think it
had better be Five Card Draw with just one bet per
hand. Otherwise the game could be over real quick! And
no raises," she added.

"Has to be High-Ball, or whatever you call it," Sandy
ruled. "Low hand of the five of us removes one item."

"And the boys get one free losing hand each," Cyndi
chipped in. "Just to be fair."

"And loser deals the next hand," Marie insisted.

Bryan shrugged. "Sounds okay."

I had just thought of a couple of things myself.
"Obviously, no one can fold their hand, right?" There
was a pause for thought, then everyone nodded in
agreement. "So, why don't we just deal 'em face-up?"
That seemed reasonable to everyone, too.

I wondered in passing if the girls had somehow planned
this. It also occurred to me that with three girls and
two guys, Bryan and I were half again as likely to see
some skin as the girls were. At least, I thought that
was right. Math was never my strongest subject.

Marie scooted over to sit at my left while Sandy and
Cyndi, who had been sitting on the floor with their
backs against the sofa, took their places at my right.
Bryan fitted himself in across the circle from me and
next to Marie.

I began shuffling the cards in earnest, wondering who
the first loser was going to be. Marie's first card was
a three, which drew a groan from her and chuckles from
the others. Couple of face cards to the rest, but no
aces.

Twice more around, and I had a pair of sevens, Cyndi
had a three-card flush, and Bryan had an ace-king. Two
more cards out, and I still had my sevens, but Bryan
had two aces. The other three hands were nothing
special.

I called for the draw and Marie took four, keeping only
a lonely ten; she ended up with a queen-high nothing.
Bryan took three but with no improvement, thank god.
The twins looked mournful.

Not being used to playing this way, it took us a minute
to figure out who had the low hand, but we finally
agreed that Sandy's queen-jack beat Marie's queen-ten,
which left my sister at the bottom of the heap.

Then we all waited patiently for Marie to pay up. I
thought fleetingly of feeling sorry for her, her being
my sister and all, but decided against it. And I have
to say that Marie smiled and pulled her knit shirt off
over her head with no argument. Being, as I said,
rather well-endowed, she favored elastic sports bras;
no frilly lingerie for my sister.

I passed the cards to her and she shuffled slowly,
grinning around at the rest of us. "Somebody else's
turn this time."

And damned if I didn't come out the low man on the
second round, with only a king and a seven to keep up
my dignity. Since I was one garment down from the
girls, I just pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my
tee-shirt and left it dangling around my neck.

Only the third round and it was my turn to deal again.
This time, Sandy came up short and she casually hauled
her French-cut top off and reached for the cards. I was
not unfamiliar with my sister's underwear collection,
but the twins were another matter. Sandy was a doll
(Cyndi likewise, of course) but I'd never realized she
was into low-cut push-up bras. Which could only mean
that her sister was wearing the same thing. I joined
Bryan in gazing at the expanse of smooth flesh above
the white lacy edge and thought about four identically
lovely tits lined up side by side.

The next three hands were bad for the guys: Bryan lost
his "free" hand, then I lost the rest of my shirt, then
Bryan had to give up his own shirt. Of course, it was
obvious from the expressions on the three female faces
that he looked pretty good without a shirt. Since the
last time I'd seen him bare-chested, he had even begun
to acquire a sprinkling of blond torso hair.

While Bryan was shuffling, he looked hard at Cyndi,
seated beside him with her hands folded in her lap. She
was the only one not to have lost a hand. She batted
her eyelashes at him innocently and grinned.

But Cyndi's luck was still holding, because Marie had
lost another round. She got up on her knees, took a
deep breath, and firmly pushed her shorts down her
thighs. Then she sat and got them off over her feet and
tossed them casually over her shoulder. She was wearing
plain white cotton panties, cut high at the sides,
which showed off her exceptionally nice legs. She could
have drawn up her knees and attempted to conceal as
much as possible, but that wasn't my sister's style.
Instead, she settled on one hip with her feet tucked
neatly under her. As far as she was concerned, she'd
lost the hand fair and square and the rest of us could
look all we wanted to. And we did, including the twins.

Next hand, I lost my shorts. Bryan smirked, the twins
adopted poses of theatrical fascination, and my sister
said "Welcome to the club." I had thought I would be
more embarrassed, but I only sat there cross-legged in
my white Jockeys, hoping the outline of my cock wasn't
too obvious -- and that it wouldn't decide to expand
its profile.

I managed to deal myself three kings on the next hand
so I was able to relax and watch the other hands. Sandy
was working on a four-card flush and held her breath
when the last card was dealt, but it didn't help her
any, and she calmly stood up, unzipped her shorts, and
dropped them around her ankles. The lace on her white
bikini panties matched that on her bra -- naturally.
When she sat down, she copied Marie's pose, but with
her breasts thrust forward. It was obvious she was
enjoying the game.

As Sandy shuffled the deck, I looked around the circle
and thought about the odds. Marie and Sandy were both
in dangerous territory -- and so was I. Any of us who
lost a hand would have to show something more than
underwear. Bryan had lost only his shirt. And Cyndi
still sat there fully clothed.

As it happened, Bryan was the next to fall, and he
casually removed his shorts to reveal a pair of royal
blue briefs with high-cut sides. Marie raised her
eyebrows at that but Bryan just grinned as he settled
himself back on the floor. All four of us were on the
threshold now.

But Lady Luck has a sense of humor and Cyndi lost the
next two hands, ending up beside her sister in matching
bra and panties.

The next hand, naturally, included a certain amount of
tension. With two cards, I was showing an ace-king,
which gave me confidence. By the fourth card, though,
both the twins had low pairs, Bryan was crossing his
fingers over a four-card flush, and my sister had an
ace-jack. And my ace-king hadn't improved at all. Cyndi
dealt the last round slowly, with commentary. Sandy got
an ace to back up her pair and Bryan filled his flush.
Marie ended up with a pair of jacks and Cyndi managed
to give her self three of a kind.

No surprise, I got nothing. I took a deep breath as I
considered how to go about this. Finally, I decided
that trying to take off my briefs while sitting on the
floor lacked dignity. I might even topple over
backward. So I stood, hooked my fingers in the
waistband, and pushed them down my thighs. My penis,
while not actually rigid, was more alert than it had
been and bobbed as it was released from its
confinement. Bryan grinned, only half in sympathy, and
both the twins licked their lips in unison. Marie,
whose face was only a foot away from my groin,
pretended to peer at the presentation closely, then
leered up at me.

"Not bad, not bad," she said. "I guess all that jerking
off is worth it, huh?"

I ignored her comments as I sat cross-legged again, my
dick getting stiffer, barely touching the rug in front
of me. "I guess I'm out of the game now."

"Oh, not necessarily," Cyndi said. "We can probably
think of some suitable embarrassing penalty for losing
subsequent hands. Maybe the highest hand should suggest
something." I didn't like the sound of that, but I
could hardly refuse to go along now.

As it happened, Marie was the big loser in the next
round. She lifted her elastic bra from under her full
breasts and slipped it off her head in a single motion.
She looked at Bryan, then at me, and smiled faintly at
our mesmerized expressions. I hadn't seen my sister's
bare tits since I was about eight and she was ten. She
was sitting erect and I was fascinated at the way they
stood out, nipples becoming visibly harder in the open
air, not a trace of sag anywhere. Even the twins seemed
impressed. As Marie gathered in the cards, her breasts
jiggled and swayed and I felt my cock getting hard and
rigid. I didn't dare look down, but the twins were
staring at my lap in plain delight. Bryan was smirking
again.

Sandy lost the next hand and smiled seductively across
at me as she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting
it slip slowly down off her breasts. Her nipples were
bright pink against the whiteness of her skin and they
were amazingly rigid -- even more so than Marie's.
Sandy was determined to get an even greater rise out of
me, and it felt as though she were succeeding.

Bryan was the next loser, which was something of a
relief: Now the girls could divide their attention
between us. Actually, he was much more casual than I
had been, stripping off his briefs and kneeling instead
of sitting down again. His cock, which, naturally, was
larger than mine, was growing under the admiring gaze
of Marie and the twins. When he knelt and sat back
on his heels, it seemed to reach more than halfway to
his knees. I tried not to be more envious of his
physique than usual.

The poker gods seemed to have abandoned me completely
because I lost again on the next hand. Sandy displayed
her three queens and I waited while she studied me
thoughtfully and considered my forfeit.

"Marie," she said, glancing past me at my sister, "what
was that about your brother jerking off? You think he
could give us a demo?" She laughed softly at my
expression. "Right here, right now," she added.

Well, every guy jerks off and I had certainly
contributed my share of semen to the environment, but
I'd never had an audience before. I must have looked a
little uncertain because Sandy decided to orchestrate
the event.

"Lean back against the sofa," she instructed. "Spread
your legs and bend your knees out." My cock was
becoming almost painful in its rigidity, especially
since my sister was paying close attention. But I did
as I was told.

"Now take it in your hand," Sandy went on, "and get on
with it."

I glanced around at the others as I began slowly
stroking my cock. Cyndi and Sandy were watching
carefully and Bryan, of course, was smirking. Beside
me, Marie was actually staring at my fist moving up and
down as if she couldn't believe what was happening. She
licked her lips furtively; I don't think she was aware
she'd done it. I was beginning to wonder about her.

After a minute or two, I found I could ignore Bryan's
presence entirely and just keep my mind on the fact
that three very pretty girls were observing while I got
myself off. Looking first at Sandy's superstructure and
then at Marie's was also helpful. Not many guys who
aren't Amish or something could find fault with the
situation. And it didn't take long before I could feel
the familiar tingle building in my groin.

I hadn't actually thought about *where* I was going to
come, but it seemed impolite, somehow, to create a
white, sticky puddle on the wall-to-wall. At literally
the very last instant, I shifted onto one hip and
squirted my semen across my sister's smooth thighs.

"Christ! What'd you do that for?" She raised her hands
helplessly. Marie's jaw had dropped and Cyndi had both
hands over her mouth, attempting unsuccessfully to
stifle her glee. I felt a bit smug as I leaned back to
grab my tee-shirt from where I had tossed it behind me.
As I cleaned myself off, squeezing out the last bit of
come, I noticed that Bryan's own penis was larger even
than before, and considerably harder.

He saw my glance at his lap and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you going to do when you lose the next hand,
Tom?" "God, I had no idea. Even in this company, I
didn't think I could summon another orgasm for awhile.
And I passed my shirt to Marie, who shook her head as
she carefully wiped my come off of herself.

And, somehow, the game went on. Cyndi lost the next
hand and casually shucked her bra. As expected, her
breasts were identical to her sister's. They sat in
exactly the same pose, too, and Bryan obviously had
joined me in enjoying the double view. The twins seemed
self-possessed about the objects of our attention, but
I could see all those nipples getting stiffer by the
second.

Then Sandy lost a hand. She stood up and struck a
model's pose with back arched, hands on her hips and
one knee turned in. Then she slipped her fingers under
the elastic at the sides of her panties and worked them
slowly, teasingly down over her hips. They dropped into
a silky puddle at her feet and she stepped neatly out
of them with a "Ta-Da" gesture of her open hands. Her
fine, blonde pubic hair didn't conceal much. Then she
surprised us by performing a pirouette so we could see
all of her, including an absolutely perfect little ass.
When she sat down again, she exchanged a little smile
with her twin.

The odds were with us guys, because the next loser was
Cynthia, who stood up and performed exactly the same
mini-striptease as Sandy. The two of them and I looked
in -- you should pardon the expression -- naked
speculation at Marie, the only one still with an item
of clothing. She tried to ignore us but a bright rose
flush had spread across the upper part of her chest.
The heady aroma of pheromones was filling the room.

But Cyndi lost again -- twice she had lost a hand twice
in a row, now -- and Bryan held the high hand. He
looked at Cyndi thoughtfully while the twins tried to
stare him down. Then he looked over at me. "What do you
think, Tom? Should the twins do something together?
Just for the sake of symmetry?"

"Wait a minute," Marie cut in. "We never said anything
about touching each other."

"We never excluded the possibility," I said. "I think
it's up to them whether Cyndi decides to be chicken or
whether they go along with the winner's suggestion."

"Hey, Marie," Sandy said, "it's okay. Really."

"Yeah," Cyndi added. "These *boys*---" (emphasizing the
word) "---don't worry us."

"Well, then," Bryan said, "since they're showing
solidarity, I for one would like to see them giving
each other some solidly mutual attention. Like some
kissing. And then maybe some sixty-nine."

God damn, I thought. I doubted I would have had the
nerve to suggest that, but even the suggestion was
increasing my respiration. Would the twins go for it,
though?

What happened was that the girls turned to each other
for a moment and smiled. I had the feeling they were
communicating telepathically. Then they both leaned
forward and sank into a torrid kiss, tongues probing,
lips writhing. Sandy reached out and let her sister's
breast rest on her palm. After a moment, Cyndi did the
same. Bryan and I were staring in fascination and I had
a feeling the twins had done this before. Marie was
just staring.

The two girls had begun breathing more rapidly and
Sandy lay back on the carpet, drawing her knees up and
spreading them apart. I caught a glimpse of moisture
between her legs reflecting the light. All of us were
sweating now, and it wasn't just because of the lack of
air conditioning.

Cyndi stretched herself out on top of her sister's body
and they kissed passionately for several more minutes.
Then, glancing at her rapt audience with a knowing
smile, Cyndi rolled off, turned end for end, and
carefully placed her knees on either side of Sandy's
head. She lowered her own face toward Sandy's crotch at
the same moment that I saw Sandy's tongue extending.
They groaned in unison, wrapped their arms around each
other's thighs, and completely forgot about the rest of
us.

Without conscious thought, my hand had wrapped itself
again around my resurgent cock. I looked at Bryan. He
was slowly stroking himself, too, dividing his
attention between the twins and my own cock. Marie
muttered "Fuck it, . . ." and quickly stripped off her
panties. The hair between her legs was black and neatly
trimmed. My sister, the control freak.

I supposed she had been the final winner of the game,
but she was absorbed in the two cocks on either side of
her. She just sat cross-legged for a few minutes,
rolling her own nipples between her fingers as she
watched us. I could smell the moistness from her own
pussy as her arousal increased.

Then my sister surprised me. She reached out and took
hold of an erect penis in each hand, squeezing and
stroking and pulling us closer. "Bryan," she whispered,
"I want you to put your hand between my brother's legs
and hold his balls." There was a startled silence as we
both stared at her. Even the twins paused and looked
across at us. "C'mon, Bryan. You know you want to. I've
seen the way you look at him."

My cousin swallowed visibly, took a deep breath, and
reach out with his large hand, slipping his fingers
beneath my sister's until my engorged testicles were in
his grasp. He was careful and gentle and I was too
startled, too shocked, and -- let's face it -- too
completely aroused by everything going on around me to
protest.

My sister nodded toward me. "Now you, Tom."

My mind must have been somewhere over the rainbow. I
had zero sexual interest in guys. But I found my hand
matching Bryan's, insinuating itself between my meaty
thighs, my fingers encircling his large, warm, soft
balls.

I squeezed a little and Bryan's breath caught in his
throat. "I'm not gay, you know," he said shakily. And
I've never done this before. But it feels really good."

Marie nodded, then withdrew her hands. "Now I want you
to hold each other's dicks," she said. Without
hesitating, Bryan shifted his grip to my cock, sliding
his hand twice up and down its length, then squeezing
it at the base and lifting me up onto my knees. I took
hold of his oversized organ and pulled him up, too. We
knelt there a foot apart, squeezing and stroking each
other, and I found I didn't much care just then whether
that hand on me belonged to a girl or a guy.

Marie put her arms around both of us, hugging us around
the waist, then letting her hands slip down over our
asses. Urging us with her hands to lean farther
forward, she wiggled her fingertips in the vicinity of
our assholes. I felt the head of my cock being rubbed
against Bryan's, his pre-come mixing with mine. It was
a very, very strange sensation. All I knew was, it felt
terrific, all of it.

"Marie," Bryan said somewhat shakily, "this is good,
but -- I really, really would like to fuck you." God, I
thought, inhaling the aroma wafting up from between my
sister's legs, so would I.

She regarded him appraisingly, then nodded. "Okay,
Bryan. Let's do that. I guess I *would* like to know
what that meat of yours feels like inside me. I'm on
the Pill," she added. And she lay back as Bryan and I
released each other. I must have looked abandoned
because she looked up me sympathetically as she stroked
my thigh. "Sorry, Tom. Even with all this, I don't
think I'm quite ready to fuck my own brother."

So I had to sit back, taking over my own masturbation
again, while my cousin Bryan knee-walked up between my
sister's parted thighs, took his cock in hand, and
rubbed it slowly up and down the length of her pussy.
Marie gasped and arched her back. "God, do it!" she
whispered. And Bryan leaned forward and slowly sank
into her. I watched his penis disappearing into her
cunt, millimeter by millimeter, and felt the ache of
lust in my balls.

"Tom. . . ." Sandy beckoned to me, still on her back,
as her twin hauled herself to a kneeling position. "You
can fuck us. We want you to." She spread her knees
farther apart, then closed them, inviting me in. "I
want you to stick your penis in me and fuck me good --
but I don't want you to come." She grinned as I wobbled
my way in a daze to her side. "'Cause then I want you
to fuck Cyndi and come inside her. Okay?"

It was a damn sight better than just okay. As I knelt
between Sandy's thighs and bent forward, guiding myself
into her, she locked her ankles behind my back, pulling
me close. I thrust hard suddenly, rejoicing in the
tightness of the fit, and she threw her head back with
a moan, tightening her grip around my torso. Marie was
grinning at us as Bryan's own thrusts rocked her back
and forth on the carpet.

As I settled into a rhythm, trying to control my pace,
not wanting it to be over too quickly, Cyndi stretched
herself out beside us and ran her palm lightly over my
ass, finally letting her hand drift down to my balls
and then to my cock. She circled my organ with her
smooth fingers so that I was fucking her hand as well
as her sister. Sandy was clinging to me, molding her
small body against mine. I was never going to look at
my relatives the same way again.

My mental state had been stoked by the events of this
amazing afternoon and I was already aroused to a point
almost beyond sanity. It was really hard not to simply
explode in an immediate orgasm, but Cyndi seemed to be
aware of that possibility. She kept an intermittent
choke hold on my cock, forcing me to slow down, to pace
myself.

"Don't forget, Tom," she whispered in my ear, "you're
gonna do me next. Not often you get to fuck two girls
in a row, is it?"

"I always knew the two of you shared everything," I
gasped, "but I never even thought about you sharing the
same guy."

She shrugged and gave my organ a squeeze. "Well, we
haven't up till now. Seemed like a good idea, though.
Still does." And she bared her teeth and nipped my
shoulder, which sent a shudder through my entire
nervous system.

Only a couple of minutes later, Cyndi put her other
hand down between my legs as well, pulling my cock out
of her twin's pussy. "C'mon, my turn!"

"Okay," Sandy replied as she rolled out from beneath
me, "but I think he ought to screw you from behind." I
didn't even bother to enter the debate, merely waiting
as Sandy took over her sister's grip on me. Cyndi got
on her hands and knees, ass in the air, head cushioned
on her folded arms. She spread her knees apart and
wiggled invitingly. Her cunt, which appeared completely
bare from this angle, was open and calling me to fill
it. Bryan and Marie had slowed down, prolonging their
own fuck, and were watching us again.

I nudged up behind my second target and slowly slid my
still-rigid penis into her damp depths. Cyndi made a
humming sound in her throat and arched her back down
even more. I stared down at the profile of her firm,
small ass below her slender, smooth waist, absorbed in
the sight of myself disappearing inside her. I took
hold of her hips, partly to keep from falling over,
and pushed into her as far as physically possible. My
pubic hair was tickling her pink little asshole.

Then Sandy got my attention by lying on her back again
and sliding her face between my legs, like a mechanic
sliding under a Mustang. I felt her tongue begin
lapping at my swaying balls -- and then she raised her
head a bit and sucked one of my testicles into her
mouth. I tried to hunker down a littler farther,
forcing Cyndi to spread her knees farther apart to
accommodate me.

The snug grip of Cyndi's cunt combined with the suction
of Sandy's mouth was threatening to make my brain boil.
All I knew was that I was about to come and that there
was no way on Earth I could delay any longer. Both
girls knew it, too. Cyndi was thrusting back against my
groin at every stroke and Sandy was alternating balls,
tugging at one with her warm lips, and then the other.
And at the same time, she began teasing my asshole with
a fingertip, tapping at the sphincter, insinuating her
nail just inside.

It was all too much, and I exploded with a suddenness
and force that had me seeing little flashes of light. I
came inside Cyndi, and jerked, and came again. Then
Sandy grabbed my cock, slithered it out of her sister's
pussy, and crammed it in her mouth, running her tongue
round and round the vibrating head. I came again, with
renewed energy, pouring what felt like quarts of semen
down her throat while she swallowed continuously.

Cyndi let her hips sag to the floor, panting as she
grinned over her shoulder at me. I kissed the back of
her neck and she wriggled with pleasure. Meanwhile,
Sandy was sucking every last drop of come out of me.

I looked back at Marie and Bryan just as he finished
emptying himself into my sister. His elbows were locked
but trembling and Marie seemed in danger of being
crushed by his toppling weight, but he managed to lever
himself off her before collapsing.

Cyndi eyed his penis, which still was semi-monstrous,
and began crawling slowly in that direction. My sister
saw what she intended and made room for her as Cyndi
settled herself on her stomach between Bryan's brawny
thighs and began doing the lollipop thing to him.
Bryan, propped in a sitting position, closed his eyes
and opened his mouth in disbelief.

Marie looked thoughtfully at Sandy for a long moment. I
was still kneeling over my cousin's face but she had
finally released my cock. Trickles of semen stretched
across her cheeks and chin from the overflow. Then my
sister got on her hands and knees and made her way over
to us.

"You still want to fuck me, little brother?" She pushed
me over on my back and began slowly stroking my cock
again. To my surprise, it was sensitive but responsive.
Then she crouched and began sucking the whole length of
it into her pretty mouth. It wouldn't have thought I
could produce another erection for a week, but in only
three or four minutes my cock was lengthening and
stiffening under my sister's manipulation.

Marie moved forward to straddle my hips, holding my
penis like a joystick until she could maneuver it up
into herself. She settled her weight onto it and an
expression of profound satisfaction crossed her face.
"I didn't think I was going to do this, but I guess I
was wrong, huh?"

She put her shoulders back and leaned forward, pushing
out her large, jiggling breasts into my waiting hands.
I fondled and squeezed them and tugged carefully at her
stiffened nipples as she made little animal sounds and
raised and lowered herself on my resurgent cock. Just
then, in that position, my sister's lovely body
displayed above me, the feel of her cunt muscles
squeezing me inside her, I could have died and not
noticed. She leaned forward on her arms, dragging the
soft hardness of her tits across my face until I
captured a nipple between my teeth. I grabbed the other
one as well, sucking both nipples into my mouth and
running my tongue across them. Marie's breath hissed in
between clenched teeth.

"Look," she gasped, turning my face to the side with
one hand. Bryan was sitting with his back propped
against the sofa and Cyndi was astride his lap, impaled
on his cock, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her
face was buried in his neck and she was moaning in
counterpoint to his rapid thrusts.

As I watched, Sandy sat down beside Bryan, took his big
hand in hers and urged it down between her legs. Her
head lay back on the sofa as he pushed a couple of
fingers up inside her.

Then Marie wiggled her hips corkscrew-fashion to bring
my attention back to her. "Do you like this, Tom?" she
murmured breathlessly. "Do you like making love with
your sister? 'Cause I really like the feel of my little
brother's dick inside me. . . ." Her talented muscles
squeezed my penis again, and I wondered how long I
could hold out this time.

Not long, as it turned out. I few more hard thrusts up
into my sister's body, the breathy gasps which were her
reply, and I felt the climax rolling over me again.
Marie pushed herself down hard against me as I erupted
inside her, mixing Bryan's semen with my own. Then she
lowered her weight on top of me, still skewered on my
cock, and kissed me lingeringly on the lips. "That was
wonderful, Tom. I love making love with you. We're
gonna have to be careful the next time, you know. . .
."

At least there was going to be a next time, I thought.
And if Marie wasn't available, the twins probably would
be available. Maybe even Bryan. I remembered his grip
on my penis. I didn't think I would object to jerking
off with him again, either.

I sighed. Just keeping it in the family, us against the
world.

                       The End


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