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A Clearing by the River Ch. 1
Becky squeezed my hand and her breathing
quickened. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slack
in the dim moonlight as we watched our cousins
through the thin, leafy branches. Though the night
was late, and the trees around us offered
concealment from any passersby, she still looked
around every now and then, as if afraid someone
would interrupt our spying.
But no one was around at this hour. My Aunt Maggie
had kissed us both goodnight, in our separate
bedrooms, several hours earlier, and both she and
Uncle James were surely asleep. My sister Clare
and cousin Ben, Becky's older brother, were surely
not, however. Through the leaves of the wild grape
that surrounded the moonlight-dappled clearing, we
could see Clare laying on the grass and moss, her
nightgown rucked up around her breasts, her feet
towards us, her face out of sight in the shadows.
Crouched between her thighs was Ben, his bare
bottom raised towards us, his shoulders
disappearing in the dimness, his head busy at
Clare's crotch. His buttocks were flexing
rhythmically, and I could see his hairy crack in
the diffused moonglow. What we were doing was bad,
but what they were doing was worse. Yet we
couldn't turn away. Becky had passed me a note
earlier that day explaining that Clare and Ben had
been disappearing each night, awakening her with
their footsteps as they passed her bedroom, and
she was determined to see what they were doing.
There was a certain enticement, an allure of
forbidden fruit, a promise of sights yet concealed
that kept my cousin and me at the window.
"It's just like Mama and Pa," Becky whispered in
the darkness. She was entranced by what she was
seeing in the clearing, and her hand was warm and
sweaty in mine. Though she was a year younger than
I was, I knew she had done this sort of thing
before. Will down the road had told me last June
that he had seen his older brother Cory take Becky
by the hand and lead her not protesting into the
barn one summer afternoon. Will had followed them
and had quietly climbed the ladder to the rafters
and watched as Becky pleasured Cory. "First she
took his drawers down and licked his cock," Will
told me. "Then he threw her to the hay, lifted up
her dresses, and commenced to working between her
legs until they both cried out. After that, he
straddled her chest and had her lick him clean
until he gave it to her in her mouth. Then she
jumped up and said she had to do chores and she
ran out of the barn." Will's story had entranced
me as I thought of my younger cousin being mounted
by the neighboring farmboy, of taking his tool and
seed in her mouth. I had asked Will questions of
sights and sounds, but he didn't want to answer
and so I had left the subject alone.
"Last week," Becky whispered, continuing her
story. In the clearing, Clare moaned softly as
Ben's tongue worked its magic on her. "Last week,
after they thought me asleep, I went down the hall
to the closet to pee and as I passed by their door
I heard Mama crying out softly, as if she didn't
want anyone to hear."
Through the branches we could see Clare's hands
furiously running through Ben's thick, black hair,
her stockinged feet beating up and down on his
broad back. His right hand was lost in the
darkness between Clare's legs, but we could see
his left hand on his own hidden cock, presumably
stroking himself. My own cock was rock hard and
throbbing beneath my trousers, but I was afraid of
letting Becky know I was erect. She squeezed my
hand again as she continued.
"Their door was open a crack and I knew I was
being naughty, but I peaked in and in the glow of
the fire I saw Mama naked on her hands and knees
on the bed, and Dad was behind her. He was naked,
too. He was kneeling and I saw him bend over and
lick her bum and stroke his cock. It was really
big." She paused.
"What did he do?" I whispered back.
"He was poking his finger in and out of Mama's
bumhole, and every time he put it all the way in
she would softly cry, like I've heard her do when
Miss Combs gives her a massage." She looked around
her, as if expecting her father to come through
the trees, then turned to me and her eyes were as
wide and dark and excited as mine were. "Oh,
Bran," she breathed, "I knew I shouldn't have
looked, but it was the same feeling I'm getting
now watching Ben and Clare. I was tingling inside
and couldn't stop. I didn't even have to pee
anymore."
"Were you afraid?" I asked.
"Yes, but I watched even so. Mama was lying on a
pillow, facing away from me, and as Pa lifted his
head up from her bum, she turned her face towards
the door. Here eyes were closed and Pa took his
cock in his hand and pointed it at her bottom. Her
privates were sticking out behind her, but instead
he aimed it at her bumhole. I didn't think it
would go in, but he slid in quick until he was all
the way up her bottom! Mama groaned, and that's
when I snuck away, hoping they wouldn't hear me."
She paused, then added, "I was really tingling!"
My eyes feasting on my older sister and my cousin
pleasuring each other, and my ears enchanted by
Becky's tale, and her hand squeezing my own, I was
feeling as randy as ever. My free hand stole to my
crotch and I rubbed myself beneath my trousers,
enjoying the pleasure. Suddenly Becky clamped down
on my arm. "Look!" she gasped. Ben had risen to
his knees and we could see his tool -- long and
thick and glistening with his own lubricant in the
moonlight. "It's enormous," Becky sighed, "and
he's going to put it to her." It was enormous,
too. My own tool is fairly big; I measured it at
seven inches the other day, but Ben's put me to
shame. I guessed he was nine or ten inches long
and when he held it in his hand his swollen knob
throbbed in the moonlight and we could just see a
drop of pre-cum ooze from the tip.
Clare smiled at her cousin, raised herself from
the grass and planted a loving kiss on his
throbbing member before swabbing its length up and
down with her tongue. I moaned, imagining a tongue
doing the same to my own neglected cock, and
watched Clare take Ben full in her mouth, her eyes
lidded, he lips stretched wide, her hand guiding
inch after inch down her throat. Holding her head
in both hands, Ben guided her back and forth on
his pole, gradually increasing the force and speed
until he was slamming in and out of her mouth.
Clare's cries were muffled by cock and finally she
pulled away, licked his juice around her lips, and
lay back on the grass again, spreading her legs
wide in invitation. I glanced at Becky and saw her
mouth open and her eyed reflecting the lust I
felt, as if she was thinking herself in Clare's
position.
Though the grape leaves and the dim light obscured
much of our view, our imaginations filled in the
rest as Ben eased himself between Clare's thighs
and his ass began flexing and relaxing with his
thrusts into her cunt. Clare wrapped her legs
around him and we could hear their faint cries in
the warm night. I imagined I could hear the juicy
sound of their contact, the flushed pinkness of
her sex and his tool meeting in the damp darkness,
consummating a forbidden passion. A wild impulse
overcame me and I guided Becky's hand to my crotch
and rested it there. I expected her to pull away,
but she stayed, and I thrust against her, not able
to control my lust.
My thrusts matched Ben's as my young cousin and I
watched our siblings fuck each other in a clearing
we ourselves had rested in many times as children.
Becky's hand was moving most deliciously against
my cock through my pants, and even though this was
my own cousin, I didn't care. Had I been more
bold, I would have lifted up her nightdress and
sought out her damp nest, just as Ben had done to
Clare. But a voice within told me she might
frighten at so bold a step and the moment would be
lost. So I concentrated on her hand stroking me
ever faster through my wool trousers, and her wide
eyes in the moonlight, her breathing getting
heavier and quicker.
I was close to coming and through the branches we
could hear Clare cry out, "Oh, Ben! Give it to me!
I want it all!" Her nails raked up and down his
back as Ben grunted, and his thrusts seemed to
increase in pace and intensity, his muscled ass
rising high in the air before plunging smoothly
down to bury his long cock in my sister's wet and
eager pussy. My own thrusts increased as well, my
hand clamped on Becky's, which was clamped firmly
on my penned-up penis. In the clearing Ben
withdrew from Clare's box, then rammed himself
back into her. "Yes! Yes, dear cousin! I'm coming!
I'm Coming!" she screamed and Ben gave a mighty
shout and his body shuddered as he squirted his
creamy load into my sister's greedy flesh, his ass
twitching and jerking with the intensity of his
spurtings.
I was dimly aware of Becky's own soft moans and of
her hand moving furiously beneath her nightdress,
but the delightful friction of her hand on my cock
was too much. "I'm going to sperm, Becky, I'm
going to come!" I breathed. I didn't think the two
lovers could hear us over their own cries, but I
didn't care if they did. What we were doing was no
worse than their own act.
"Come on, Bran. I want to feel it," Becky
whispered into my ear, and as her tongue twirled
around my ear and neck, I thrust forward and let
my pleasure manifest in great wet spurts of thick
juice. "Yes, Bran, yes!" Becky gasped, "let it all
go!" I shuddered, just as Ben shuddered in the
clearing as he withdrew his weeping rod from
Clare's come-spattered bush. I could see several
pearls of fresh sperm roll down her glistening
thigh and let my last jet go, soaking my trousers
and shooting through to coat Becky's hand. Ben had
collapsed on Clare, both of them breathing
heavily, Clare holding Ben tightly to her. Becky
grabbed my arm and silently led me away from the
clearing, our feet making little noise on the
carpet of pine needles. I was swimming in my
pleasure, my cock twitching out its last muted
offerings to be absorbed by my wool pants.
Becky led me through the trees until we reached
the weedy border of the hayfield and forest, where
she sat us down. She turned my face towards her
and then deliberately raised her hand, the one
that had brought me so much pleasure, and licked
her fingers one by one. "You taste wonderful,
Bran," she whispered. My heart pounded. Here was
my younger cousin licking my sperm off her
fingers, and she seemed to have enjoyed it as much
as I had. Now she raised her other hand: "Smell
me," she commanded, and I breathed deeply of her
musky scent and in an instant found her fingers in
my mouth, found myself tasting my cousin's
secretions, her essence, and wanting more. She had
been frigging herself beneath her nightdress as
she and I had stroked my tool. I reached for her,
but she jerked her fingers out of my mouth and
coquettishly moved away, motioning me to be quiet.
"Not now, Bran," she whispered enigmatically.
Then she rose and led me along the field border
until we had made our way back to the rambling,
weathered farmhouse. Stopping beneath the big,
hoary elm in the front yard, she gave my hand one
last lingering squeeze. "I've got to go to bed
now, Bran," she said, "before my mother looks in
and sees my bed empty."
I didn't say anything, just stood there looking at
her and thinking about what we had seen and done.
"Wait five minutes, then come in. That way you'll
be able to see if anyone is awakened by me." Then
she was gone, stealing up onto the big green
porch, her bare feet making no noise as she let
herself in through the screen door and closed it
silently behind her, leaving it ajar for me. I
stood in the moonshade of the elm, shoulders
slumped, penis limp and sticky with drying sperm.
My mind was still reeling from watching Clare and
Ben, and from coming into Becky's hand and
smelling and tasting her own offerings, but the
subtle and pervasive influence of exhaustion
started to overcome me.
After counting to three hundred, I crept up onto
my aunt and uncle's porch and through the door and
up the smooth, wooden stairs to my room where I
threw myself on my bed and fell asleep almost
instantly, to be awakened only by the early
morning sun spilling in through the windows.
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