## Archive-name: mike1-5^5

From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)

Subject: MIKE45(1 of 5) Sisters mff inc

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

SISTERS: Lovers and Other Relatives

By Uncle Mike

Cat gathered up the last of the dinner dishes and made her way toward the kitchen. Reed, as usual, did not deign to help. The second generation of Halsey women was taking after the first. Cat sighed to herself softly -- which was fateful; if she had sighed loudly she might not have heard what came next.

Instead, she heard -- and stopped short. Reed, following behind, bumped into her. Cat was jarred, but kept her grip on the dishes.

"Shhh, Reed, and listen!" Cat hissed back abruptly.

Just a few steps away, but out of sight in the kitchen, the Reed women were talking. It was obvious to Cat that she had missed the start of the conversation, but what she heard piqued her interest.

"And he's so young!" Cat heard Reed's mother, Alex, whimper. "I mean, one of us, or our husbands, that would be a tragedy enough, but ... but your son!"

"Are they sure it's cancer, Sis?" That was Frankie, the youngest of the four Reeds.

"You know we'll do anything we can to help," said Teddy, Cat's own mother.

Cat didn't wait to her more. With a flip of her head, she motioned Reed to back away. Cat quietly slipped the dishes back onto the table and the two teen girls huddled.

"Can you believe it?" Cat whispered. "Trevor's dying!"

Reed arched an eyebrow. "Dying? Where did you hear that? They just said..."

"Cancer!" Cat finished the sentence for her cousin. "But you heard they way they were talking. It must be! And I swear Aunt Georgie was acting strange during dinner. That must be it. Trevor's dying. God, our own cousin!"

Reed shook her head, but it was slow and not very convincing. "I'm not sure..."

Cat cut her off. "Look, what are we going to do?"

"Do? What can we do?"

"I don't know, but we've got to do something. Hey, do you think he knows yet?"

"Trevor? Of course he knows. He's the one who's dying."

"Then you do believe it." Cat nodded curtly, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Well," Reed began, slowly. "Well, OK, maybe I do. But I still don't know what we" -- as smile spread across her face. "Wait a minute. Maybe I do know." She fell silent.

Cat waited, but Reed said nothing more. Finally, Cat hissed out, "Come on. Tell me!"

"I don't know," Reed began. "I mean, maybe you're not old enough..."

"I am too!" Cat hated it when Reed pulled rank. As if being the daughter of a rich plastic surgeon wasn't enough, she was the oldest of their generation as well, and she didn't let Cat forget it. The younger girl thumped a balled-up fist into her cousin's arm. "Come on, give!"

Reed pursed her lips and rubbed her arm. "Ow, that hurt. You really are just a baby. I was right, you're not old enough."

Cat was immediately apologetic. "Come on, Reed, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. Please, please tell me? What can we do for Trevor?"

Reed put a finger to her lips and tiptoed over toward the kitchen again, listened for a few moments, then turned back to Cat. In a barely audible whisper, she said, "OK, it sounds like they're going to be in there all night. Knowing my mom and her sisters, anyway. And Dad's out on call. Now all we have to do is figure out where Trevor and his dad are. You check outside and meet me back here." Silently, Cat slipped away; Reed cautiously crept up the stairs to the second floor of the Whitsig home.

Five minutes later, the two girls rendezvoused in the dining room. Cat reported that her uncle was in the garage, singing another medley of old songs.

"Perfect!" Reed whispered.

"Perfect for what?" Cat whispered back, but she found herself talking to empty space. Reed was already halfway up the stairs. Quickly but quietly, Cat followed.

At the head of the stairs Reed paused and motioned to her right. "This is Trevor and Evan's room," she whispered, pointing to a half-open door. She pointed down the hall. "And that's Aunt Georgie's. You go in there and wait."

Cat opened her mouth, but Reed shushed her and sent her down the hall.

Trevor's side of the room was typical for a young teenager, covered with rock posters, littered with discarded clothing. An almost visible dividing line separated it from Evan's half -- so neat and clean that but for the long, thin lump under the covers, it would have looked as if no one lived there.

Trevor had slipped upstairs to his room after dinner, avoiding both the cleaning chores and being dragged off to hear his father's singing. With Evan asleep already, though, he was feeling trapped in the room, unable to play his tunes, unwilling to go back downstairs and get dragooned into washing dishes. He was idly flipping the pages of a textbook when he noticed a movement at the door. He saw his cousin Reed come in, a finger to her lips. Before he could say anything, she had a hand under his arm and was helping him to his feet.

Trevor was more confused than surprised. Reed had never had much to do with him, and he'd always thought he sensed a very superior attitude -- as if she was too good to mix with the likes of the Whitsigs. And what was the deal with supporting him like this? Even as Reed led him out of the room and down the hall, Trevor was trying to figure out what was going on. He would have asked Reed, but he couldn't figure out what to ask first: What was she doing upstairs? Why was she almost carrying him? Why were they going toward -- no, make that going into -- his parents' room?

When Reed closed the door behind them and he saw his other cousin, Cat, sitting on the big bed, looking almost as confused, all his questions tumbled out at once in an incoherent mush. Reed smiled -- the kind of smile you'd give a little puppy, Trevor thought, feeling even more confused -- and sat him down on the bed next to Cat.

Trevor turned to look at Cat, who was staring at him with the same kind of look as Reed. He was so intent on trying to figure out what was going on that he didn't even hear Reed the first time she started talking. It was only when she reached out and tapped him on the shoulder that he turned his attention to her; she was already in mid-sentence when he tuned in.

She was saying something about how she and Cat knew all about it because they had heard their moms and his talking. Trevor scrunched up his face in thought: was he in trouble for skipping out on washing dishes? As the idea came to him, he slid off the bed, intent on escaping before Reed and Cat inflicted whatever kind of punishment they had in mind for being stuck with the chores. That's what he would do if they'd stuck him, he thought.

But Reed pushed him back onto the bed, gently, and held him there. She kept going on and gradually Trevor figured out that she wasn't going to punish him. In fact, she seemed to be sorry for something herself; at least, she kept saying how sorry she was, and Cat too, she said, although the younger girl still seemed to be struck dumb at his side.

Then Reed was telling him to cheer up, there was always hope. Dimly, a light bulb went off in his head. It must be Evan, he realized. Someone must have told them about Evan's cancer. Well, that explained the part about being sorry. And they'd gotten him out of his room so they wouldn't disturb Evan, or talk about it in front of him. But Reed hadn't mentioned Evan's name once, she just kept talking about Trevor himself. He tried to get a word in edgewise, at least to thank her for her sympathy, but couldn't do much more than squeeze out a few words in between Reed's monologue.

"We wanted to do something for you, Trev," she was saying. "Something special. And I thought, well, you know -- something you really wanted, something you'd remember. Just in case --" Reed bowed her head, no longer looking him in the face. "Just in case something happened, and you -- you weren't able to -- you weren't around long enough to --" The last few words came out in between muffled sobs. Trevor saw that Cat was crying too, a thin, shiny trail of tears crossing her cheeks.

"Look, I don't..." he started to say, to tell them that he wasn't the one who needed special attention. By now he had a vague inkling that the girls had somehow confused Evan's illness with him, but he wasn't sure, and he didn't want to sound like a fool by blurting out something they already knew. He didn't have a chance, anyway. Reed suddenly, startlingly bent forward and kissed him, full on the mouth. She kept her lips pressed to his for several seconds, and her arms circled around him in a tight embrace.

When she stepped back, Trevor caught his breath and looked from Reed to Cat and back and forth, dazed. What was going on?

"That's part of our gift, Trev," Reed said, her words coming in a rush. "I thought -- I thought, maybe you've never had a chance to kiss a girl before, so --"

Trevor blushed, too embarrassed to say anything. He had kissed a couple of girls, but not even for the few seconds that Reed had held their embrace. Even as he started to stammer out a denial, Reed reached forward again, this time pushing Cat toward him. Shyly, the younger girl kissed him too, though hers was just a light brush against his lips. Cat was blushing, too.

By now Trevor had decided to keep his mouth shut and wait to see what Reed was going to do next. Whatever he expected, it wasn't what happened. Reed tugged Cat off the bed so that the two girls were facing him, a couple of feet away.

"Now for the other part of your gift," Reed said, still avoiding eye contact with him. "Something for you to remember."

And with that, she began to unbutton her pale pink silk blouse.

Trevor's mouth fell open.

So did Cat's. Before Reed had gotten halfway down the buttons, Cat pulled her around, facing away from Trevor, and began whispering in her ear. They were close enough that Trevor could make out a bit of the conversation, but even if they were farther away he would have been able to figure out what was going on. Cat was certainly not going to show her breasts to her own cousin, she was saying. Reed answered her; Trevor couldn't catch the words, but they didn't seem to be very convincing. Cat started to walk toward the door. Reed pulled her back and whispered to her sharply. This time Trevor could make out words like "dying" and "last wish." Now he was certain they thought he was the one with cancer. But with the chance to see his cousin's tits, he certainly wasn't going to tell them different. If anything, he wanted to say something that would help Reed convince Cat to come back, but all of this was so far beyond him that he figured the best idea would be to keep his mouth shut.

His mouth was shut -- although he was licking his lips eagerly -- when, to his amazed delight, Cat turned around and followed Reed back into position, just arm's length away.

Cat, who hadn't said a word to him the whole time, now spoke, haltingly. "Do you -- do you want us to do this?"

Trevor could hear the pleading in her voice, and he almost weakened. But Reed was already down to the last button of her blouse, and where the two sides had fallen apart he could see the lacy white of her bra and the curves of her firm breasts.

"Yes," he said, quietly.

And with that, Cat reached down to the bottom of her red- and-black striped pullover, and slowly pulled it up.

Trevor's eyes flew back and forth. Reed had tugged her blouse out of her short, black velvet skirt. Now Cat's pullover reached the bottom of her bra. Now Reed was pulling her blouse wider apart; he could see the mounds of her breasts pressing hard against her bra. Now Cat's bra was in sight -- a black one, plain, no lacy decoration. It was not as filled out as Reed's.

Reed took her blouse off completely, and reached behind her back. Cat's pullover came to her neck and stretched as she pulled it off completely. Back and forth, Trevor stared. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was trying to decide just how someone dying of cancer was supposed to behave in a situation like this - - could he show how excited he was, or should he maintain some pose of sadness? He couldn't decide, and meanwhile, involuntarily, his mouth was opening -- at least he didn't drool - - and his eyes were widening.

Reed had paused with her hands behind her back, apparently waiting for Cat to catch up. The two girls looked at each other as Cat reached behind her own back. Trevor could see another flash of doubt on the younger girl's face, but Reed, a few inches taller, stared her down. As the girls looked into each other's eyes, their hands came out from behind their backs.

Cat kept her arms clutched tightly to her sides, though. Reed, who had let her own bra slip a bit, held it up with one arm as she used the other to tug at her cousin.

And then, the bras fell off.

Trevor saw his cousins' breasts revealed and then, in a blink, they were gone. Both girls had crossed their arms in front of themselves, covering up. It seemed to be a reflex action; Cat and Reed looked at each other and giggled. Even Trevor had to stifle a laugh. For a few seconds, they were just three teenage cousins sharing a silly situation.

Then their giggles died out and the girls slowly lowered their arms. Trevor felt his penis begin to stiffen. It was held down by his tight jeans, and he could feel a twinge of pain as it strained against its bounds.

Reed's breasts were full -- not as large as those he'd seen in Penthouse and Playboy, but shaped the same, full round globes with small dark circles in their centers.

Cat's were smaller, and more cone-shaped. But her nipples were already erect, standing out like pencil erasers from brown circles the size of half-dollars.

The girls swung their arms back and forth, awkwardly, as they stood there under Trevor's rapt gaze.

At last Cat broke the silence. Her face was flushed, Trevor noticed, as he looked up at it.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice just above a whisper. "This isn't -- I don't -- we just ..."

Her face twisted in sorrow, Cat stepped forward and embraced him. Trevor hugged her back, his hands pressing against his cousin's bare back. Through his thin T-shirt, he could feel her nipples pressing against his chest. His cock sent a stab of pain through him as it struggled against his jeans.

While Cat was murmuring her sorrow in his ear, Reed moved forward and joined their embrace. Trevor opened his arms wider to include both his cousins, their nubile young breasts rubbing against him. He could feel their nipples hardening. As he pressed them to his body, the expressions of sympathy from their lips turned slowly into incoherent sobs and moans.

Trevor's face was bracketed by Reed's and Cat's, their soft cheeks brushing his. Without planning, he turned toward his older cousin. Their lips brushed again. This time their kiss was longer than before. Reed opened her mouth to his. Their tongues touched. Trevor squirmed on the bed; his cock was rock solid now, feeling as if would burst through his pants.

When he broke the kiss with Reed, he turned to Cat. She returned his kiss as eagerly as Reed had, pressing her tongue into his mouth. Gingerly he slipped his hands from their backs to caress the sides of their breasts, his fingertips brushing ever so softly along the gentle slopes.

When, after a few minutes, the girls began to move back slowly from the embrace, Trevor gave way reluctantly. By now all three of them were breathing heavily, with slightly dazed expressions.

Without a word, the girls took a couple of steps back.

It took only a moment for Reed to undo the clasp on the side of her short skirt and let it slide to the ground. Cat had to unsnap the waist of her faded jeans, unzip them, and peel them slowly down her well-tanned legs.

Meanwhile, Reed kicked off her black leather high heels and put her hands on the waistband of her sheer black pantyhose.

Again Trevor found his attention torn between the two of them, his head snapping back and forth, afraid to miss a thing.

When Reed quietly suggested that it looked as if he needed to do a little stripping as well, Trevor blushed deeply. Without taking his eyes from the spectacle in front of him, he blindly tugged open his belt and unsnapped his own jeans. As he unzipped, his cock pushed upward like a jack-in-the-box with little resistance from his loose, white boxer shorts.

As he wiggled out of the jeans, Reed slowly peeled her hose off, revealing a pair of white, silky bikini-cut panties.

Cat's were much more demure, pink cotton that rode high above her waist. The younger girl had paused with her jeans half-off to struggle out of her sneakers and socks. Now she stood up again and let the jeans fall to the floor before stepping out of them.

Again the two girls looked at each other. With their eyes locked, they began to pull down their panties, crouching to pull them over their knees and let them drop.

Trevor's jeans had fallen to his ankles, and he had been kicking his legs inside them, trying to get them off but only tangling them further. When he realized what was before him, though, he stopped. He sat on the edge of his parents' big, soft bed, the plump comforter billowing around him. And he stared.

Reed had a perfect, womanly shape. Her short dark hair framed a blemish-free face with crisp angles to the cheekbones and a point to the chin. She had the understated tan of a North Shore princess. Beneath the swell of her perfect breasts, her body narrowed to a taut, flat stomach unsullied by the ripple of muscles. Then it swelled again to the smooth curves of her hips, parentheses around the dark, sharp triangle of hair atop a pair of exquisitely shaped legs. Reed stood tall, erect, her arms held slightly behind her, unmoving but for the gentle rise and fall of her chest and a slight flare to her nostrils.

Where Reed was elegant and assured, Cat was unsettled and uncertain. She rocked slightly from side to side, her hands clenched so tightly into fists that the knuckles showed white. Her blond hair had been tugged asunder and filled with static electricity when she had dragged her woolen pullover up; light from the lamp near the door shining behind the spray of errant locks created a halo around her face, which still showed a hint of the roundness of youth. She had a dark tan, but ghostly white circles surrounded her breasts and a pale triangle drew attention to the few wisps of hair on her pubic mound. Her body was unformed, with just a hint of the curves to come, but her legs already showed definition.

For an agonizing minute the three teens were frozen in that tableau. Trevor was so caught up in the excitement of seeing the naked beauty of his cousins that he didn't give a thought to what might be coming next.

But then Reed stepped forward. Reaching out her hands, she began to tug at his T-shirt, and he helped her pull it off. She lifted his legs next, pulling off his shoes and socks and yanking off his jeans.

And then she gently pushed his shoulders back until he was lying on the bed, his legs dangling over the edge. Reed slipped her warm fingers under the top of his boxers and slid them down. Trevor's cock bounced free, waving in the air six inches high, thick and hard.

She whispered something to Cat, waving the younger girl away. Cat seemed reluctant to leave. In a few seconds she was back, tossing to Reed one of the big, fluffy white bath towels from the Whitsigs' master bathroom.

By that time Reed had already climbed onto the bed herself. She placed the towel across the middle of the big bed and motioned to Trevor to move on top of it, his head resting on the embroidered pillows.

He noticed Cat standing right next to the bed, staring down at his cock. He was beginning to feel a bit self-conscious, and he moved his hands toward his dick as if to cover it up. But Reed, straddling his legs, took his hands in hers and moved them to his sides.

"You just relax," she cooed, sitting up straight above him. "I'm going to do all the work. But we couldn't let you go without ..." She pursed her lips, as if she was trying to pull her words back inside. That made Trevor remember that he was supposed to be dying of cancer. Should he cough? He decided that wouldn't be right. He didn't have time to come up with another plan. Reed was slithering up his thighs until his stiff cock rested against the flat of her stomach and he could feel the heat of her cunt against his balls.

"Reed!" Cat whispered sharply. "You can't! What if Aunt Georgie comes up here?"

"They'll be down there for hours," Reed said, without taking her eyes off Trevor. "There's plenty of time."

With that, she rose up on her knees and dug her feet into the plush comforter, lifting herself up until her cunt lips were poised just above the tip of Trevor's dick.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Reed began to move back and forth, brushing her cunt against his sensitive cockhead. Trevor stared, fascinated. Shortly he felt a slick, hot moisture, but he couldn't tell whether it was pre-cum from his own dick or Reed's juices. The slight friction of skin against skin began to ease, and his cock slid across her cunt lips easily. He was so intent on watching what Reed was doing to him that he didn't even realize it when her pussy parted and began to admit his rod. It wasn't until he felt the jolt when the whole head of his shaft popped inside her and her lips closed on him that he suddenly thought, "I'm fucking! I'm fucking my own cousin!"

Immediately he tried to buck up into her, but she parried his thrust, leaning forward to rest on her hands and lift her cunt out of his reach. "Don't move," she purred, and Trevor could feel her breath on his face, hot and moist. "You don't have to move at all. I'll do all the work."

Trevor gave in and Reed continue to slide her cunt down his shaft slowly, inch by aching inch. At some point, maybe halfway down, she began to slide back up. Trevor groaned out his dismay. Reed shushed him with a finger to her lips. Then she slid the finger into her mouth, pulling it out slowly, and slid the wet finger down his chest. It seemed to Trevor that it sizzled as it went.

At last he felt Reed's cunt lips hit the base of his cock. He was all the way in, and it was wonderful. His cousin's cunt fit him like a glove, caressing his dick from top to bottom.

And then she moved.

His first fuck was everything he ever could have hoped it would be. The sensation was incredible. His mind was reeling. The vision of Reed's tits bouncing above him almost made him dizzy; the feel of his hard cock wrapped in her cunt made him feel like a giant. He felt strong, powerful, ready to take on the world.

And then it was over.

As Reed rose and fell on his shaft, Trevor swallowed his groans. His head rolled from side to side on the pillow. It was all too much. After fewer than a dozen strokes he felt himself letting go, and a hot jet of jism rose through his cock and spurted into Reed's hot tunnel.

With a deep groan, Trevor drove his head deep into the pillow.

But Reed, to his astonishment, kept going, her cunt swabbing his cock with his own cum as she rose and fell. The head of his dick became more and more sensitive as she continued, and soon he was in agony as the friction of their fucking ripped through his body. He twisted underneath her, begging her to stop. Reed didn't seem to hear him; her huffs and grunts had grown louder.

Finally Cat -- Trevor had almost forgotten she was there -- Cat grabbed Reed's sweaty body and held on until the older girl came out of her dazed rutting.

"Reed! Reed! You're hurting him! Stop!" Cat was still pleading when Reed shook her head briskly and coasted to a stop, Trevor's cock still impaled in her cunt.

"What? I -- Oh. I wasn't hurting him," Reed said. Trevor was about to argue, but the point became moot when he felt his cock begin to shrivel.

"I think I'm finished," he said, quietly.

Reed leaned forward, resting on her elbows, her breasts prodding his chest.

"You really were a virgin, weren't you?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I'm glad. I thought so. Then this really is a special present. But it's not over yet. You're not finished, you're just resting."

Trevor said nothing, but his face must have betrayed his doubt, for Reed went on. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

And she was, bending her head down and kissing him deeply, then covering his face with butterfly kisses. She moved on to his neck, his ears -- wow, that felt crazy -- his chest, his arms, his hands. Through it all she continued to hold his now shrunken dick within her wet box, and kept her thighs in a tight embrace of his hips.

Even before Trevor realized it himself, a deep sigh from Reed alerted him that he had, indeed, risen again. His cock began to swell within his cousin's cunt, and soon he could feel it filling her again, tightly encased in her cushy hole.

Again she lifted her hips, until just the head of his shaft was within her, and then drive herself down, sliding wetly along the stiff rod until it was buried to the hilt. And again. And again. On and on she went, and this time she didn't protest when Trevor instinctively moved with her, lifting his hips to push his cock further into the hot tunnel. The comforter was in disarray, even the sheets began to pull free of their moorings as their lovemaking grew hotter and more vigorous. Trevor sniffed -- a musky odor drifted toward his face. He felt warm rivulets course across his groin until it became soaked in Reed's juices. She had once again sat up, to drive him into her as much as possible. The sight of her jiggling breasts was maddening. Trevor reached up and grabbed one in each hand, mauling them in his passion. From Reed's loud moans, he decided she liked it.

For awhile, Reed's ride was getting wilder and wilder, and Trevor was afraid she'd jump right off of him. But she began to slow down, and eventually each trip up and down his pole took eternally long, it seemed to him. Reed shimmied and twisted as she moved, and the shivers that shook her showed she was feeling good. Trevor was a little disappointed -- not that it didn't feel great, most of the time -- but, at least sometimes, the feeling got so intense that he actually lost all sensation, as if his cock had gone numb for awhile.

Still Reed kept riding him. Suddenly, though, she sat down on him hard, his dick driven straight into her cunt, and began a series of short, fast pumps. Reed started moaning louder and louder, and Trevor was sure someone downstairs would hear and come up to catch them.

Cat must have had the same fear, though, because she came out of nowhere to leap onto the bed with them and put a hand over Reed's mouth, calling to her to quiet down. Reed's arms had already begun flailing, though, and as they got wilder she knocked her cousin's hand aside. Cat fought it back into place.

Meanwhile Trevor was getting more and more excited, seeing the two young, naked girls wrestling while one of them rode his cock like it was a horse. His thrill only increased when he saw what happened next. Cat had one arm wrapped around Reed's sweaty body and had leaned forward, ducking under her cousin's arm, to try to muffle Reed's cries. The older girl's eyes snapped open. Reed turned her head and there, right in front of him, gave Cat a wide-open, wet kiss. Cat jerked a little, but Reed wrapped her arm around her cousin and held on. Cat gave up and twisted her body around. The girls' tits crushed against each other. Trevor felt his cock grow harder and longer as he watched.

Then Reed's lunges grew even faster and abruptly stopped. He felt her cunt tremble around his rod, and her legs crushed his hips and let go, again and again. After several tremors Reed let go of Cat and leaned back, gasping for breath. Two more tremors shook her before she caught her breath.

By then strands of her hair were plastered across her forehead. A deep red flush covered her chest. The musky odor Trevor had noticed before was overpowering.

"Nice job," Reed said, still squatting with his hard cock inside her.

"I -- uh, thanks," Trevor mumbled. "Did you ...?"

"Did I come? God, of course I did! What did you think I was doing? Wow, that was fantastic! You wore me out, Trev." As she said it, Reed dismounted.

Trevor frowned as his cock popped out of her sopping wet pussy. He was still hard, and now more horny than ever. He looked appealingly at Cat, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed next to him. She blushed, eyes wide, and shook her head.

Reed must have noticed what happened, for as she stretched out across the foot of the bed she reached out a hand and began to caress Cat's leg. Her hand slowly made its way across the thigh and into the sparse blond hairs. Reed giggled.

"You know you want it," she whispered. "And it sure looks like he wants you. Come on, Cat."

"But I've never ..." the younger girl quavered.

Reed smiled. "You probably never French-kissed a girl before, either. But you didn't seem too upset about that."

Cat's blush got even deeper. She opened her mouth as if to protest, but no sound came out. Instead, she looked down at Trevor's waving dick, then at his face, then back at Reed. Trembling a little, she crawled over and squatted on his legs, facing him.

Reed took hold of Cat and pressed her down to meet Trevor's lips.

"You two just get acquainted for awhile," she said. "Don't start anything until I get back." Slapping Cat lightly on the butt, Reed pulled the now-soaked towel out from underneath Trevor's ass and walked away.

Trevor didn't pay any attention to where she went. His attention was all on Cat, whose tongue was darting into his mouth hungrily. She may have been shy about fucking him, but she seemed to be getting into the spirit fast enough. His cock was mashed between them, leaving a sticky trail across her stomach, as his arms pulled her down. They kissed long and hard, and only broke it when Reed returned and began to stuff a new towel beneath them.

"There, all set," the older girl said, patting the terrycloth into place. "Let's get to it, Cat. From the looks of Trevor's cock, I don't think he wants to wait much longer."

Cat sat up and slid forward, until he could feel his balls cradled in the warmth of her cunt -- wet already, he could tell. But again she hesitated. Reed crawled up behind her and, reaching her arms around, began to massage Cat's small breasts while she nuzzled the young girl's neck. Soon low sighs escaped Cat's mouth, and without much prodding from Reed she raised up on her knees and moved up. Trevor felt the head of his cock make contact with her silky pussy lips. His rod was so slick from Reed's juices that it slid in easily, even though he could quickly tell that Cat's cunt was even tighter than her cousin's. Slowly, her tunnel gave way as she sank down on him. Then he felt an obstruction, and Cat stopped. She began to move on him, just the short strokes between the entrance to her cunt and her maidenhead. Trevor's cock, which had softened only slightly, was quickly rock-hard from the friction of her narrow hole, and he wanted to drive his rod deep into her. But every time he bucked up at her, Cat pulled away. Once or twice she moved so much that his cock popped free of her cunt's embrace, and he grabbed at the swaying rod and quickly stuffed it back in.

"You're driving him crazy," Reed whispered, her hands roaming up and down Cat's body. "Give it to him, Cat. Come on, you can do it."

"S-s-s-scared," Cat whispered back.

"It only hurts for a little while," Reed urged her.

Still Cat was shy, holding Trevor's cock inside her but not allowing him to plunge in deeply. All at once Trevor saw Reed's hands tighten around Cat's waist as the younger girl lifted off him. This time, with Reed providing the muscle, Cat came crashing down. Trevor felt his cockhead burst through the obstruction and sink deeply into the cushy crush of her cunt.

Cat bit her lip and kept her pussy lips tight around the base of his cock for a minute or more, but in time he could see the tension ease out of her body and she began to slowly get into a rhythm.

Once they got going good, Reed crawled off the bed and let them go at it alone. Cat leaned forward far enough for her erect nipples to brush his chest, and soon Trevor pulled her down the rest of the way and held her close to him, kissing her deeply while continuing to feed his cock into her hot, wet hole.

Their bodies slithered against one another, lubricated by the sweat that was now pouring off of both of them.

Fucking Reed had been a wonder, but this, Trevor thought, was something even better -- a miracle, maybe? Cat's cunt was so tight he could feel every cell in his cock as it rubbed inside her, and her pussy lips were pressed so hard around his rod that they seemed to be swallowing him up.

Their humping seemed to last forever. Several times Trevor felt himself on the brink of an orgasm, but after a minute or more on the brink the feeling would ebb away. All the while Cat was grinding her pussy around his shaft. She didn't have the expertise of Reed, he figured, for there was no variation in the rhythm or tempo. She just kept pumping away hard, driving his rod deep into her wet box, sliding it almost all the way out and then ramming it home again. Sometimes he joined in, and felt his groin slam up against her mound on the downstroke. But part of the time he gave in to exhaustion and let Cat do all the work. She didn't seem to notice either way, just kept up her pounding.

On the occasions Trevor would break one of their kisses to go up for air, Cat's lips would slide down to his neck and shoulders. At least once he felt a sharp twinge, almost as if she were biting him. He was so far lost in lust, however, that he didn't much notice, either.

He didn't know how much time had gone by when Reed appeared at the side of the bed, rubbing yet another towel through her hair. Vaguely it occurred to him that it might be a little hard to explain to his mom and dad what had happened to all the towels. But just then Cat drove her hot cunt down onto his cock again and Trevor sank back against the pillow to sigh in ecstasy.

They kept rutting away for several more minutes, until at last Trevor felt the rising tide of cum sweep past the brink and he knew an orgasm was seconds away.

"I'm gonna cum," he mumbled, thinking it might be a good idea to warn Cat since this was her first time and he was the experienced pro now.

But Cat didn't seem to hear him, for she had begun to moan louder and louder herself.

All at once they both let loose. Trevor felt a blast of jism shoot deep into Cat's tunnel at the same moment as she stiffened above him. The cum continued to pulse out of his cock once, twice more, and still Cat didn't move. Then all at once she shook wildly and collapsed onto him.

"God, Cat, good one," Trevor heard Reed say.

He held his young cousin to him for a short time, until Reed shook them both.

"Hey, you two, get moving! Do you know what time it is?"

Trevor looked up hazily. Reed was waving his parents' alarm clock. When he was able to focus, he felt a shock that quickly shriveled his cock back to its normal size.

One a.m.?

Hastily he and Cat scrambled off the bed and into their clothes, while Reed tried to tidy up the bed. It didn't look quite as neat as his mother's perfect job; he could only hope she'd toss the covers aside quickly and not notice.

When Reed threw the towel to him and he went to stow it away in the bathroom hamper, he noticed how much it smelled of their lovemaking. A cold sweat broke out across his face. If the towel smelled that bad, the bedroom must be full of it! He'd just been too lost in the fucking to notice. How could his mom not notice that?

He didn't have much time to think about it. As he walked out of the bedroom he heard his Aunt Teddy, Cat's mom, calling the girls to come down. With a last, quick glance around the room, the three slipped out. Trevor raced to his bedroom as the girls marched down the stairs. With a pounding heart, he waited as his parents said goodbye and came up the stairs.

"Trev, right to bed now, OK?" his mom whispered as she walked past. "You haven't kept Evan awake, have you?"

"No, Mom," he whispered back. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he changed into his pajamas, expecting any moment to hear his parents charging back down the hall.

But all he heard was their bedroom door click closed, and silence. It was all he could think about for the 10 minutes he lay awake in bed before exhaustion forced him to sleep.

To be continued...

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!arclight.uoregon.edu!nntp.primenet.com!cs.utexas.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!fr582 From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: MIKE45(2 of 5) Sisters mF inc Date: 27 Sep 1996 01:02:46 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland OH (USA) Lines: 634 Message-ID: <52f93m$cvd@madeline.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: owl.ins.cwru.edu

SISTERS: Lovers and Other Relatives

By Uncle Mike

Trevor awoke the next day, a Friday, happier than he could remember being in months. It wasn't until he was about to hit the shower, though, that he remembered why he was so happy. The image of Reed, and then Cat, riding his bucking cock came to his mind like a fantastic movie. As the hot jet of water hit his body, his dick was already rising hard and long. He felt like Superman, like Tarzan, like ... like that actor guy, the one who got all the girls. Whatever his name was. Trevor flicked his head, sending a spray of water against the wall. He was a stud.

And then, as he shut off the water and reached blindly for a towel, he remember the other towels. The ones soaked with cum and pussy juices. The ones that had stunk up his parents' bedroom. Despite the hot water of the shower, he was suddenly cold all over. His cock shrank back and goosebumps rose on his arms.

Quickly he toweled off and scrambled into his clothes. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he crept down the stairs and into the kitchen.

He stopped in the doorway and stared -- so long that his mother even looked over and asked him what was wrong. "Nothing," he said tersely, and slumped into his usual chair. The table was set just like any other day, and Mom had bacon sizzling in the pan. Trevor blinked a few times as his mind tried to come up with an explanation for the inexplicable: how could his folks have missed the stench of sex in their bedroom? Couldn't they guess what had happened? Didn't they care?

Could that be it? Could his mother and father secretly have been hoping he and his cousins would get together? The thought didn't last 10 seconds. He knew his parents were ultrastraights -- well, OK, his father was weird, but not perverted weird, just kind of nuts. And his mother -- in her family, "normal" usually meant not psychotic, but even by outsider standards his mother was a square. There was no way they were into this kind of deal.

So how had he gotten away with it? The worry gnawed away at him all day, like an ache in your foot you forget all about while you're sitting down, and then it makes you whimper in pain when you put all your weight on it and suddenly you remember what the problem was. He could forget his worry for a little while in some classes, but sooner or later it would come back to him.

By the time he got back home after school, he was miserable. He half wished Mom would just confront him and get it over with, but the other half was hoping that somehow he really had gotten away with it.

Maybe, he thought, maybe if he just didn't say anything, it would all go away. He opened the back door quietly and slipped into his house -- and almost shouted in surprise when he saw his mother standing just a few feet away, looking right at him. Quickly he mumbled a greeting and made a break for the stairs. Her voice caught him from behind and froze him in place.

Trevor was so convinced she would nail him for nailing his cousins that it took a few seconds for it to register that she was saying something entirely different.

"So get changed and get up there right away, would you? Your Aunt Teddy is ready to finish the place and heaven knows how long that mood will last." With a sigh, Trevor's mother turned back to the cupboards.

Trevor stood blinking a few seconds longer, sorting it all out. Help his Aunt Teddy finish decorating her little apartment above their garage? Sure, no problem. Aunt Teddy was OK, even if she had flown off from home with hardly a word and then suddenly reappeared. She was flaky, but not threatening. And how much decorating could there be in a tiny place like the one she had now? For once, Trevor didn't complain about having chores to do. With a relaxed grin, he raced through changing and was knocking at the door to Aunt Teddy's place in no time flat.

Aunt Teddy looked dressed for hard work when she opened the door: a paint-splattered T-shirt covered by a man's shirt with its tails tied in front, a ratty-looking pair of jeans frayed at the ankles and scuffed sneakers. Her dark black hair was tied in a short ponytail. Aunt Teddy was the exotic one of the Reed sisters -- the alcoholic, the runaway -- she looked a little exotic, too, Trevor thought. Her clear, pale skin looked almost Oriental against her dark hair, and her long, thin fingers seemed made for a ballet dancer or a pianist. No surprise, he guessed, that she was the artistic one in the family.

She greeted him loudly, as usual, and didn't waste any time putting him to work. Soon he was busy nailing in picture hangers and trying to shore up a wobbly shelf in the closet. Aunt Teddy was busy too, though she seemed to have plenty of time to supervise. Her suggestions to move a picture over "just a hair to the left" or to try wedging a matchbook under the shelf didn't bother him. Nothing was going to bother him. He was home free! Trevor still wasn't sure how, but it seemed as if he had escaped his mom's wrath for screwing his cousins.

He was feeling so good, in fact, that he had just about forgotten why he was feeling so good.

He'd been at work a half-hour or so when Aunt Teddy asked him to hang a curtain rod over her bedroom window. He was up on a two-step stool tapping one of the side hangers in when she walked in and stood behind him. He turned around and saw her eyeing him.

He half-sighed and half-chuckled. "A little higher, Aunt Teddy?"

"No, that's fine." Trevor pulled back the hammer to strike.

"Wait!" Aunt Teddy called out. Trevor paused.

"Maybe ... a little over to the right?"

Trevor smiled to the wall and slid the hanger over a fraction of an inch.

"No, that's not quite right ... a little more?"

Trevor shifted slightly on the stool and reached out to move the hanger over. "Like this?"

"Better ... but still not quite there. I want it to look like I've got a nice, big window, even if it is just a couple of feet wide. How about a little more?"

Trevor stretched out and slid the hanger over.

"That's perfect, Trev. Right there. Ooh, that's the spot."

He pulled back the hammer.

"As my daughter said to you last night in bed."

"Yow!" The hammer slammed onto Trevor's thumb and he flinched, sending the stool into a wild wobble. He clutched for the wall but couldn't find a purchase. As he felt himself falling backward, instinctively his arms flew out and waggled at his sides. For a fraction of a second he felt the stool tip backward, and then come forward again. He relaxed.

But then the stool clunked against the wall and bounced off and Trevor felt it pass the point of no return. He began to turn around, throwing out his arms to block his fall, and braced for the impact.

It never came. Just a second into the fall, Trevor landed in his Aunt Teddy's arms. She grabbed him around the waist and pushed him back upright.

Dizzy and a little dazed, Trevor continued to wobble in her arms for several seconds. Gradually he came to his senses and heard his aunt's giggling.

"Saved your ass again, Trev," Aunt Teddy said in between laughs. He looked at her, confused. She smiled up at him.

"Just how did you think you were going to get away with it? That room smelled like a damn whorehouse! Shit, Trev, what were you thinking? If I hadn't gone down and stalled them, and made up a story about being so drunk and horny that I frigged myself on your mom's bed, you'd have been busted before they even got halfway down the hallway!"

"You -- you saw? You know?"

"Saw? I saw, I heard, I smelled. That's quite a cock you've got there, boy." She patted his crotch. Panicked, he felt his organ begin to swell. He tried to think of something that would make it go down again -- getting it caught in a doorway? Slicing it off with a knife? Too late.

"And quite a peppy little pecker, too, I see." Aunt Teddy swung him around on the stool so he was facing her -- or, rather, his crotch was facing her, at eye level. His aunt continued to caress his cock through his jeans, and it stiffened and strained against the zipper.

Trevor swayed on the stool. Aunt Teddy slipped a hand behind him, clutching his ass and kneading it as her other hand continued to paw his crotch.

All he could think of was that he was busted, after all. Aunt Teddy had seen him screwing her own daughter! And here he was with a boner as big as a baseball bat, right in front of her. He was sure she was going to kill him. The part about her caressing his cock was confusing, but he expected her at any minute to grab his balls in her fist and squeeze. Even the thought of it deflated him a bit.

Aunt Teddy muttered something; he couldn't catch what she said.

"I'm really sorry, Aunt Teddy," he started to stammer out. "I didn't mean to -- we didn't mean to -- it just kind of happened!"

His aunt looked up at him. Her eyes were narrowed to small slits and her nostrils were flaring. It didn't look good to him. He tried to say something else, but only inarticulate grunts came out. A dark cloud settled over his brain and he prepared for the slaughter.

But Aunt Teddy didn't yell. For a long while, she just looked up at him -- and kept rubbing his cock. He felt it grow big and hard again. Finally, she spoke, in a whisper.

"I'm not angry at you, Trev. Not one bit."

"No?" His voice was thin and reedy.

The corners of Aunt Teddy's mouth turned up slowly and dimples grew in her cheeks.

"No, Trev. I saw enough to know Cat wasn't being forced into anything. Hell, she seemed to be having a pretty good time."

"But she was a virgin!"

Aunt Teddy raised an eyebrow. "I've got a feeling you were, too, right?" Trevor closed his eyes and nodded. "I thought so. I don't know about Reed, but I'll just bet she was the one that started it all." Trevor kept his eyes shut, trying not to implicate Reed.

Aunt Teddy went on. "So it's all right, Trev. I'm not going to tell your mom, and I'm not going to tell your Aunt Alex. Hell, I'm not even going to tell Cat -- though I do think I'm going to have to have a talk with her about contraceptives soon. I don't want her making the same mistakes I did." Her smile became a bit crooked. "She'll make enough of her own, I bet."

By now Trevor's cock was as hard as a rock and aching as it strained against his zipper, and sweat was beginning to trickle down the back of his neck. His breath was coming in long, shallow gulps. Aunt Teddy was turning him on, and part of him was excited but the other part was ashamed. It was bad enough he'd fucked his cousins, but now he felt like ripping the clothes off his own aunt. How low could he sink?

"What's wrong, Trev?" Aunt Teddy released her grip on his ass. "Aren't you having a good time? Don't you like this? You seemed to be having a good time with Cat and Reed. Isn't your aunt as much fun as they were?

"Oh, wait, I know. You weren't quite this dressed, were you?" Trevor held his breath as Aunt Teddy deftly tugged open his belt, popped the snap and slid down the zipper of his jeans. His boxers tented out immediately under the pressure of his dick, which bounced free when she tugged down his pants and slid his shorts to his knees as well. The tip of his cock, already glistening, bobbed right in his aunt's face.

She looked up at him again, and this time her eyes were big and round, and her whisper had sunk even softer.

"You had a good time with your cousins, didn't you?"

As she spoke, she slid a hand onto his rod and, squeezing gently, stroked it up and down. Her fingers were soft and warm. Trevor felt like he was going to shoot his wad at any second.

And then it got even better.

"I bet I can be even more fun than they were," Aunt Teddy said, and now her whisper had grown husky. "I bet Miss Priss Halsey never did this for you -- and I'm sure Cat wouldn't know how."

Her lips parted slightly. She bent forward and kissed his prick. Trevor's eyes opened wide. When his aunt kept going, sliding her lips over the sensitive head and down the shaft, his mouth opened wide as well and he gasped for air. It was the most incredible feeling he'd ever known. Her lips were pressing against the sensitive strip on the underside of his shaft, while her teeth were gently teasing the very edge of the helmet and her hot tongue was flicking against the tip. She was easing his cock in and out of his mouth, and every time she pushed forward she slipped more of it in.

All at once he realized the base of his shaft was bumping against her lips. The tip must be buried in her throat, he thought. How could she take it all in? But Aunt Teddy didn't stop, didn't even gag. She just kept feeding his snake in and out of her mouth.

Too soon, he felt himself nearing the edge. "No, no!" he gasped, willing his cum to hold back. This was too good to let go so soon.

For a few more agonizingly wonderful minutes he kept himself under control -- a very tough task when every time he looked down he saw his cock tunneling into his aunt's pursed mouth, her nose burying itself in his crotch.

Then he could hold back no longer. Instinctively he grabbed Aunt Teddy's head and forced her down onto his cock, harder and faster, harder and faster, until with a loud groan he felt the cum boil out of his balls and spurt into her throat, again and again.

Only after about half a minute did he come to his senses and release her head. He was afraid she'd be pissed about how he'd almost choked her, but Aunt Teddy came up smiling. In fact, after pausing to take a breath she actually bent forward again and licked the last drops of cum off his dwindling organ.

"Wow." It sounded dumb, even to Trevor, but it was all he could think of. When Aunt Teddy smiled up at him, he could see a spot of his cloudy white jism caught in the corner of her mouth. He stared at it until she flicked out her tongue and licked it off, breaking the spell.

"You can get down now," she said, stepping away. Shakily, Trevor stepped off the stool, his pants and boxers falling to his ankles as he held onto the window sill for support.

"So, did you like it?" She was smiling broadly.

"Wow."

Aunt Teddy laughed. As Trevor blushed, she moved to him and put her arms around him. Awkwardly he hugged her back, and his aunt bent her face to his. Their lips met, opened, their tongues touched. Trevor tightened his grip and clung to Aunt Teddy in a deep, long kiss. A fire built in his brain again and he pressed harder, then trailed off to kiss her cheek, her neck, her shoulders. His hands reached for her breasts under the thin material of her T-shirt; he felt her nipples stiffen and press into his chest. She slid one leg up his thigh and pushed him back against the wall, seeking out his hungry mouth for another soul- searing kiss.

As they broke their kiss, Aunt Teddy stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt. Eagerly Trevor shrugged it off and kicked out of his shoes and socks, letting his pants and shorts slide to the floor. His cock was already at half-mast and rising. He saw his aunt look at it and smile -- admiringly, he thought.

She led him to the big, soft bed, covered in a billowing comforter. As he climbed aboard, she stood by.

He expected her to strip and join him, but she was motionless. He crawled back to that side of the bed, his knees sinking deep into the quilt.

"Don't I get a show?" he asked, smirking.

Aunt Teddy cocked an eyebrow.

"Is that how Reed did it?"

Trevor's blush gave away the answer. Aunt Teddy shook her head. "This is the big leagues, Trev. If you want it, you've got to ask for it."

"Ask for it?"

She smiled and nodded. When he reached out toward her, she stepped away.

Trevor didn't like being teased, but his lust was overpowering any other emotion at the moment. He swallowed and spoke.

"I want you, Aunt Teddy."

"What do you want?"

"Aw, you know..."

"Ask for it, Trev." She paused. "And be specific."

"I want to --" He took a deep breath. "I want to fuck you."

"Well, that's right to the point. Is that all you can say for yourself?"

"Isn't that enough?"

His aunt sighed. "Be creative, Trev. I'm a woman, not a restaurant menu. Seduce me. For God's sake, talk dirty to me!"

When Aunt Teddy got a little mad, like now, her face grew flushed and her eyes sparkled. It excited Trevor. But it also silenced him. He couldn't say a word. All he could think about was how he was buck naked in front of his own aunt. Everything he had done in the last 24 hours was coming down on him like a pile of bricks.

While his mind swirled, Aunt Teddy steamed. He knew he was losing her, but he couldn't do a thing to stop it. It was like that time he had biked up the big hill a couple of blocks from home and started to coast down, and he took his feet off the pedals, and they started going so fast that he couldn't get his feet back on but he was heading straight for an old lady crossing the street and he knew he should do something, or at least call out a warning, but he was frozen and just ... just ... what did happen next? He couldn't remember. He was pretty sure he hadn't hit the old lady, but how...?

While he was thinking, Aunt Teddy was staring. Finally, she sighed. Trev closed his eyes and got ready to be told it was over.

But what she said wasn't what he expected.

"Do you want to fuck your aunt, Trev?"

The words hit his face like a lash. His eyes shot open. Now he remembered what happened that morning on the hill. The little old lady had looked up just in time to see him coming, and she'd even grabbed hold of him as he came by and kept him from flying out into the intersection right in front of a truck.

Aunt Teddy's words punched through his thoughts.

"Do you want to fuck your aunt, Trev?"

"Yes," he managed to get out.

"I bet you do," she said huskily. "I bet you want to cram that hot stick of yours right up your Aunt Teddy's tight little twat, don't you? Such a nasty nephew, aren't you?

"You want your aunt to get naked. You want to to take off her shirt, just like this. And I bet you'd like her to kick off her shoes. And slide open the zipper on her jeans. And ease them off, just like this."

Aunt Teddy, Trev saw, was wearing a tiny pair of leopard- skin panties -- bikini cut, he thought, remembering a copy of the Victoria's Secret catalog he'd once collected from his parents' mailbox and snuck up to his room.

"Is this how you want your aunt, Trev? Or do you want more? I bet you do. You want your aunt to take off her top, too, don't you. You want a look at Aunt Teddy's knockers. Just like the dirty little boy you are." She was slowly peeling the T-shirt off. Trevor was filling his eyes.

"That's it, Trev. Look at me. Look at your horny aunt doing a striptease for you. See my tits? See how big they are? You want to feel them, don't you? You want to put your hands all over my tits and squeeze them, and then you want to lick them and suck them and ... ah, ah, ah. Not yet, Trevor. Your auntie isn't done stripping yet. You'll get your chance.

"Now comes the moment of truth. Now comes my honeypot, Trevor." She flicked her panties down for a second and pulled them back. "Is that what you were waiting for? Is that why your cock is sticking out so far? Huh, Trev?"

He found his voice.

"Yeah. Yeah, I want your cunt, Aunt Teddy." Just saying the words made him even hornier, if that was possible. "I want to jam my cock into that hot box of yours. I want to make my auntie cum. Give it to me!"

With a smirk, she tugged down the panties and parted her legs, giving him an eyeful before she crawled onto the bed with him. She was long and lean and had the hard sex appeal of a woman who'd done it all. Her dark bush was much fuller than Cat's, and there was no shyness in the way she spread her thighs to show off her pussy. Her breasts were fuller, too, not big enough to be pendulous but more than a handful, with rich dark brown aureoles and nipples standing out hard a full half-inch. A few wrinkles here and there made it clear she was no teenager, but her stomach was still smooth and flat, muscles showed slightly on her legs, and when she jumped up next to him it was with the grace of a lioness.

Their arms and legs entangled as they sought out each other's private spots, touching, caressing, groping. At last Trevor could take it no longer and he rolled his aunt onto her back and slipped between her legs.

Aunt Teddy purred as his cock touched her pussy lips, already lubricated with hot, pungent juices. She spread her legs far apart, inviting him in. Trevor trembled at the sight. Remembering the lesson of only a few minutes ago, he spoke in a growl.

"That's it, Aunt Teddy. Spread your legs like the whore you are. Spread your legs and let me put my hot poker in your cunt and drive it up until you split wide open. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yeah, that's what I want, Trev. Your aunt wants to feel that rod ramming me like a fucking piledriver. Come on, baby. Show Auntie what you've got!"

His cockhead slipped easily into her hole, and it felt like he could shove it all the way in with no trouble. But a nasty thought occurred to him, and he held his helmet just inside her opening, refusing her frantic attempts to buck him in deeper.

"God damn it, Trev, give it to me!"

"Ask nicer, Aunt Teddy."

She smiled, drops of sweat already beading on her upper lip. "I want your cock, god damn it!"

"That's not very nice." He pulled out slightly.

Her nostrils flared, in and out, in and out. When she spoke again, it was in a throaty whisper.

"Master Trevor, your Aunt Theodora would like the pleasure of your cock in her hot little cunt. Would you be so kind as to oblige her?"

"You only had to ask," he said, and rammed his prick home.

"AaaaaaAAAAIIIGGGH!" Aunt Teddy writhed under his assault, all the more effective for its suddenness. Her legs clamped around his waist and her heels dug into his ass, prodding him in again and again.

For Trevor it was another amazing feeling. He had expected Aunt Teddy's cunt to be loose; that's what the guys used to say about older women. But she had a way of tightening around his shaft that made it feel like she would never let go, and the pressure sent shocks of delight through his entire body.

"Damn, you're good, Aunt Teddy!" He covered her face with kisses. Propping himself up on one arm, he swung a hand up and mauled her breast, feeling her shivers when he touched the stiff nipple. His aunt's hands were roaming his back, and it almost felt as if her nails were digging into his skin, but he was far too distracted to care.

After a frantically fast beginning, they slowed into an easy, erotic rhythm, Aunt Teddy matching him stroke for stroke. He loved the sexy, sloppy sound when he pulled out and then drove in and air squeezed out between them. He even loved the exquisite pain when the head of his cock grew so very sensitive that he just wanted to stop and yet his aunt continued to buck her hips up at him, forcing groans from his lips.

And through it all they talked dirty to each other, dreaming up new insults, each one increasing their passion.

"I want to screw you like the bitch that you are!"

"Slowing down? What's the matter, little man, can't take a real woman?"

"Fuck me, Aunt Teddy. Fuck your nephew. I'm going to fill that sloppy cunt of yours with so much cum it flies out your fucking ass!"

"Harder, god damn it! Stick that little dick in me all the way, I can't feel it. I can't AAAAUUUGGGHHH! That's it! That's the way! Ram that fucker in there!"

By then the sheets were gathered around them like a cocoon, for they had rolled over and over, changing positions, all the while keeping Trevor's cock buried securely in his aunt's wet pussy. It was so well-lubricated now that he almost couldn't feel it until he had ground his cock all the way in and their pubic bones mashed together. His cock was so stiff that it ached constantly and he knew he couldn't last much longer.

Aunt Teddy must have been near the edge, too, he figured. She just kept moaning "Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod" over and over again. Her hands had fallen back to beat against the mattress weakly and her head was twisting from side to side so wildly that he couldn't kiss her.

And through it all he kept pumping away, desperate for the release that an orgasm would give. Aunt Teddy had raised her legs up straight in the air, and it seemed as if he went in all the way to her throat when he plunged his prick down into her.

Again and again he banged away, while his aunt's moans grew louder and more incoherent. And then, just as a familiar sensation began deep in his balls, her legs clamped tight to his waist and she went stiff as a board. From somewhere deep within her, a long, low keening sound began, quietly at first, almost like a sob, and then louder and shriller like a demon was flying out of her soul. A chill rose in Trevor's body, but even as Aunt Teddy was launching into her orgasm, with his cock held tightly in her cunt, he felt cum bursting out and knew he couldn't hold back.

At last her moans grew into an intelligible shout: "Oh GOD! YESSSSS! FUCK ME LIKE THAT, TREVOR! GOD, YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!"

As she screamed almost loud enough to rattle the window, Trevor's jism shot through his rod like molten steel and spurted deep into his aunt's pussy. "I'm ... I'm .. I'm coming!" he burst out, groans punching out between every word.

"Yes, yes, fill up that nasty pussy of mine," Aunt Teddy sighed, before another wave of ecstasy turned her to stone again.

"I'm doing it," Trevor sighed, feeling pulse after pulse of cum move through his rod as his aunt's cunt overflowed. "Damn, that was good! Take it, Aunt Teddy! Take it all!"

Several more waves of orgasm swept over his aunt -- Trevor lost count -- before at last she released her iron grip on his arms and swung her legs down, allowing him to roll over and collapse, exhausted, on his back.

They lay next to each other for several minutes, too tired even to speak. Finally Aunt Teddy turned her head to him. "You are one hell of a fuck, Master Trevor," she said with a smile.

Trevor's head lolled onto its side; he couldn't even muster the energy to reach over and kiss her. "And you're the hottest bitch on Earth," he whispered. "Thanks, Aunt Teddy."

To be continued...

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!math.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!fr582 From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: MIKE45(3 of 5) Sisters mF inc Date: 27 Sep 1996 01:04:18 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland OH (USA) Lines: 724 Message-ID: <52f96i$d00@madeline.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: owl.ins.cwru.edu

SISTERS: Lovers and Other Relatives

By Uncle Mike

Saturday dawned gray and rainy, and Trevor awoke to the sound of raindrops pattering against his bedroom window. But no mere storm could bring him down, not with the memory of Aunt Teddy's cunt still fresh. Trevor bounced out of bed and sailed into the day, smiling and humming softly to himself.

So pleasant was he, in fact, that he noticed his mother looking at him a bit strangely when he cheerfully agreed to go over to his Aunt Alex's house that afternoon.

"I'm not sure what she wants you for," his mom said, hesitatingly. "She said -- well, it wasn't very clear what she said. Oh, well. Your Aunt Alex can be like that sometimes, I guess. Anyway, I don't have any chores for you, but if you've got a lot of homework to do ..."

"Finished it already," Trevor mumbled through a mouthful of cookies and milk, two more ginger snaps trailing crumbs from his fingers as he walked back to the living room.

He was still in a great mood when he arrived at Aunt Alex's house, a huge mansion in a much better part of town than his parents' home. He always expected a butler in tie and tails to answer the door when he rang, but it was just Reed. His smile dissolved in an instant when he saw the dark clouds in her eyes. He started to ask about it, but she shook her head, stone-faced, and ushered him into the posh parlor.

Like most of the house, it was all decorated in whites and creams and crystal. Aunt Alex, in a cream suit herself, was sitting in a corner of the huge couch. She avoided his eyes and just waved a hand to indicate he should take one of the armchairs.

Reed started to sit on the other end of the couch, but her mother looked up, eyes blazing. "We don't need you for this, Reed. Why don't you go -- I don't know. To the mall or something. Just get out."

"But, mother..."

"Out."

"I think I should ..."

"You've done enough already, young lady. Now this is between Trevor and me. Go."

A lump the size of a football was gathering in the pit of Trevor's stomach, and another one, smaller but even more sour, was rising up his throat. He felt a little dizzy and had to hold tightly onto the arms of the chair to keep from sliding off to the floor.

"Aunt Alex..." he tried to begin, hoping that if he kept talking long enough he would think of something to say. Aunt Alex didn't give him a chance.

"Stop right there, young man." She paused. At the sound of the front door closing behind her daughter, Aunt Alex went on.

Her eyes cut into Trevor's like lasers, and her hair seemed to be afire, blazing almost as much as the crystal all around them. Her normally perfect porcelain skin was discolored now by bright red patches all over her face, and her hands were clenched tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go of them she'd leap up and strangle him.

"Reed has told me what happened Thursday night."

Despite the fire in her eyes, Aunt Alex's words were as cold as ice.

"I suspect you had figured that out by now."

"But, how -- why ..." Trevor heard the words and wondered who was stupid enough to interrupt Aunt Alex when she was this angry. With a stabbing pain in his forehead, he realized the stupid speaker was himself.

"It seems that my ... my daughter (the way she said that word, Trevor thought, it sounded like a curse) was a bit too exuberant in her lust. One of her diamond earrings fell off into your mother's bed. Your mother happened to mention to me that she'd found it; she thought it was your Aunt Teddy's, because of that ludicrous story she told us about ... about ... about what she said she did on the bed."

Aunt Alex stared at the ceiling briefly.

"I swear I don't know what that sister of mine thought she was doing..."

"My mom?" Trevor croaked out.

"Your Aunt Theodora!" Aunt Alex shrieked. "That ... that ... vixen! And what a mother she is, seeing my daughter engaged in ... in ... with her own cousin! And not saying a word to me!"

Trevor carefully kept his face composed. So Reed must have kept Cat out of it. That was unusually thoughtful of her. Not that it was going to help him any. He had the distinct impression Aunt Alex was going to ream him a new asshole, and then turn him in to his mother and father, who'd really give it to him. Trevor tried to burrow down into the plush cushions of the chair, as if he could sink far enough into them to escape all this. It didn't work. Aunt Alex kept on talking, her voice a barely controlled hysteria. He was dirty, filthy, unclean, evil. And those were the nicer words. Somewhere in all the shrieking he got the welcome news that Reed was on the Pill. When he heard that, he inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. But even that was cold comfort when it reminded him that Cat was a virgin, and probably wasn't using anything.

After awhile, he lost touch with his aunt's tirade. His mind seemed to swim free, and he let his eyes wander -- furtively, because once Aunt Alex caught him at it and redoubled her rant - - flitting from one fancy fixture to another. It all seemed unreal, like a movie set. He grasped at the straw and fantasized himself in a film, or a TV show maybe, just a character who'd gotten stuck in an awful plot line. Pretty soon there'd be a commercial break and when they came back there'd be some neat resolution and everyone would live happily ever after. His Aunt Alex would smile and say "Trevor, it's all right. Trevor ..."

"TREVOR!"

He blinked twice. This was no TV show. Aunt Alex was on her feet, inches from him, her hand poised to slap him if he continued to ignore her. The gorge in his throat rose to his mouth and he was ready to throw up.

"Do you think you could do me the courtesy of paying attention when I'm talking to you?" Aunt Alex spat out the words as if they tasted bitter.

"Yes, ma'am," Trevor answered meekly.

"Well, that's very kind of you," she drawled, continuing to stand so close he could feel the heat of her breath. "Now just what do you think your mother and father are going to say when I tell them what you've been doing?"

There was a pause, and when it lingered on Trevor decided the question wasn't hypothetical. He was wrong. Halfway into a reply Aunt Alex barked him into silence.

"I'll tell you what they're going to say," she railed on. "They're going to disown you, if they have half a brain between them. Or ... or ... or something. I can't even think what's punishment enough for what you've done. Ground you permanently? You seem to get into trouble quite well at home. Send you off to military school? Only if they made you eat a pound of saltpeter for breakfast.

"But nothing they did to you could hurt half as much as knowing what you did would hurt them. You didn't think of that, did you, when you let your cock do your thinking for you Thursday night?"

Trevor's eyes were so filled with tears that Aunt Alex's face was just a watery blur to him. He tried to blink them away, but more poured out and trailed down his cheeks.

Aunt Alex's voice did not seem to soften. "Go ahead, cry. Cry for an hour and you won't even come close to the tears you'll wring out of your mother. To have raised a son like this! Georgie doesn't deserve this pain. She doesn't! She doesn't!"

Then she burst into tears as well, bawling as she sagged back against the couch and fell onto the cushions. Her body was wracked by sobs and she buried her head in her hands.

Trevor, weak as well, managed to drag himself over to the couch and put his arms around his aunt for comfort. He kept a light touch on the fine linen of her suit as he settled in next to her, their wails mingling.

When she looked up at him at last, her eyes were red and her hair was mussed. Black smudges of mascara streaked her cheeks.

"How can I tell your mother what you did?" she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.

Trevor felt so guilty he would have crawled over hot coals. "You don't have to," he said, stopping to sniff. "I'll -- I'll tell her. I promise."

"No, you can't," Aunt Alex said. "No one can. No one should. It would kill her. Georgie is so devoted to her family, it would just kill her."

"But, Aunt Alex ..."

"No." She straightened up as if stiffening her spine would stiffen her resolve. "You are not to tell your parents. They must never know what happened Thursday night." She paused, staring off into the distance. "But it must never happen again, understand? You will never even touch your cousins from now on. You know that, don't you?"

Trevor hung his head. "Yes, Aunt Alex."

"Say it like you mean it, Trevor."

He pulled his head up and looked her in the eye. His lower lip quivered a bit, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself. "Yes, Aunt Alex. It will never happen again."

She looked away. "Well, that's settled," she said to the wall.

Trevor hauled himself to his feet and started to leave. He heard the soft swish as Aunt Alex whirled on the couch. "Wait just a minute, young man!"

He faced her. "What? You said it was settled?"

"Well, yes, that we won't tell your parents and you won't do it again. But..."

"But what?"

"But -- but that doesn't seem like enough. You should -- you should be punished. Shouldn't you?" Her brows lifted. "At least - - I mean -- well, it seems like you should."

Trevor was so confused he felt like he was lost in a maze. His emotions had been snapped back and forth so quickly and so often in just a few hours that it almost seemed as if he had no feelings left. With a sigh, he sank back into the armchair. "So, what's my punishment?" he asked, his voice flat.

Aunt Alex stood up and paced. "I don't know," she said. "I don't know what I can do to you."

"Look, Aunt Alex, do whatever you want, but I'm already as sorry about this as I can get."

"You don't sound very sorry now."

Trevor twisted his head down and to the side, frustrated. "I am, honest. I'm just all worn out, that's all."

"Well, I can't just let you off like this."

"Aunt Alex, I'll do whatever you say. Anything! You're right, I deserve to be punished. Name it." He wasn't sure whether he honestly felt sorry he'd done it, at this point, or he was just sorry Aunt Alex had found out. But he had to do something to end this nightmare. Whatever punishment she could dream up, it couldn't be worse than having to endure this inquisition much longer.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"How about -- no, that won't work." Aunt Alex continued to pace, back and forth. Trevor tried to watch her, but it felt like having a front-row seat at a really slow tennis match. Every now and again she would stop and open her mouth, but then she'd shake her head and keep going. "I've got it! -- But, no."

At last she flopped down on an arm of the couch. "I give up, Trevor. What could I possibly do to punish you? It would have to be something that would convince you it's wrong it take advantage of women like you did with Reed."

Trevor thought about that for a second. Him taking advantage of Reed? Just what kind of story had she told her mother? But it wasn't worth trying to argue; he knew it wouldn't matter. His aunt was still talking.

"Something that would give you an idea of what it feels like to have someone treat you as just an object. To lie to you just to get a sexual favor -- and to have lied about your own brother's c-c-" She stopped abruptly. The silence stretched on and Trevor could hear the ticking of a clock -- or was that his heart?

He couldn't stand it. It was one thing for Reed to suggest that he was the villain, but to say he'd used Evan's cancer -- well, OK, he hadn't stopped them, but it's not like he came up with the idea. Trevor burst out: "But, Aunt Alex, I didn't lie. I didn't say I was the sick one. Reed just assumed I was, and -- well -- all right, maybe I should have told her, but gosh, you know how Reed gets, and I just couldn't stop her..."

"But she said..." his aunt began. Another silence seemed to stretch out forever. "Are you sure...?"

Trevor nodded his head vigorously, in reply to her and to his own thoughts. That was it, he decided. Aunt Alex must have mentioned to Reed that Evan had cancer; that had made Reed made enough to blurt it all out when her mom confronted her with the earring. Lucky thing she came to her senses before she tattled on Cat, too.

"Well..." his aunt stammered.

He could see she was confused. It seemed to Trevor that his breath was getting louder and louder.

Aunt Alex's voice was softer, now, and trembled. "But -- you did -- with Reed -- and that's not right," she said, finishing on a stronger note. "And you still should be punished for that. But ..."

Then Aunt Alex rose and walked briskly out of the room. At the archway to the stairs she stopped. Without turning around, she spoke. "Trevor, aren't you coming?"

He looked left and right. Nope, no one there; she must be talking to him. And she hadn't waited for an answer, either; she was already going up the stairs. He jumped up and trotted behind.

As he got to the foot of the stairs, Aunt Alex was disappearing down the hallway at the top. By the time Trevor got upstairs, she was nowhere in sight. He called for her but got no answer. He had to prowl down the hallway, peering in door after door. Each room had some opulent furnishings that would arrest his attention for a moment before he could shake his eyes free to make sure his aunt wasn't around.

Finally he found her -- in her bedroom.

Like the parlor, this was a study in white and cream. The huge, four-poster bed had a lacy comforter, thrown back at the head to reveal white silk sheets and pillowcases. He stared at the bed as he stepped into the room. Trevor was so transfixed he didn't notice anything else until he heard the door slam shut behind him. He turned and saw Aunt Alex, standing arms akimbo.

"Take your clothes off," she said, flatly.

Trevor's cock swelled at the words. He wondered a little at why Aunt Alex had so suddenly switched from punishment to pleasing him, but remembering his time in Aunt Teddy's bed he wasn't going to waste time arguing. In a flash he was out of his clothes and leaping onto the bed. It sunk under his weight, smothering him in silk and lace.

"Get off the bed," Aunt Alex ordered.

Trevor shrugged and got off.

"Stand up straight," she said. Aunt Alex, still fully clothed, walked around him like he was a Ming dynasty vase, staring him up and down. Trevor's budding erection withered under her gaze. He tried to cover himself up with his hands, but a sharp look from her made him snap his arms to his side.

As his aunt strutted around him, tut-tutting from time to time, it seemed to Trevor that the room grew chillier. Goose- bumps rose on his arms and legs. His fingers and toes grew chilled. Every now and then he would slump a bit, only to straighten when Aunt Alex cleared her throat sharply. Whenever she came around to the front of him he looked down in shame, seeing the spike heels of her pumps pushing the thin cloth of his T-shirt into the plush carpet.

"So now," she said at last, "you know what it's like to be on display like a piece of meat. Doesn't feel so good on the other end, does it? Does it?"

"No, ma'am," Trevor mumbled.

"I can't hear you!"

"NO, MA'AM!"

"That's better." Aunt Alex slipped behind him and, after a moment of silence, he heard her heels clicking on the tile of the bathroom. Slowly Trevor gathered up his clothes and was beginning to shrug into his shorts when his aunt's voice, echoing off the marble of the bathroom, froze him in place.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm -- I was just ..." He turned toward the bathroom door. Aunt Alex was already half undressed, standing there in pantyhose and heels, hanging her skirt carefully on a padded hanger.

"I didn't give you permission to get dressed," she said, glancing at him for a second. "Your punishment isn't over yet." Without another word she pulled off her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse, peeled down her hose. After every move she daintily put the garment away, until she was stark naked. Still silent, Aunt Alex got on the bed and lay down, spreading her legs wide.

She was shorter than Aunt Teddy, and not as skinny -- maybe even a little chubby, but still sexy. Her breast were full, and they sagged a little when she was standing and settled like jello when she lay down. But the nipples stood firm and erect, her legs were finely shaped, and her bush, more lush than Aunt Teddy's, split to reveal the rich pink of her slit.

It didn't take long for Trevor's cock to rise to attention.

Once more he eagerly leaped to the bed, this time crawling quickly into position, his dick poised at the entrance to Aunt Alex's tunnel. She pushed him away, though.

"No, you don't, Trevor. You're going to learn what it takes to please a woman, not just get your pleasure from her. You're going to eat me."

"Eat?" He was afraid he knew what she meant.

"My pussy, Trevor. Oh, come on, surely you've heard of it. You're going to put that tongue of yours into my twat and get me off."

"My tongue? Down there?" He shuddered. It seemed so ... so icky. Women SMELLED down there.

"Yes, down there. Don't be shy. I'll tell you what to do."

Still he hesitated. Aunt Alex sighed. "Oh, all right, you can start with my breasts. Surely you've done that before?"

Trevor grinned and slid back up. Carefully at first, and then with more abandon, he flicked his tongue at the taut nipples of his aunt's ample breasts. Her soft moans encouraged him to go on. Trevor sucked the nipple, then the whole dark brown moon of one breast into his mouth. By accident he bit down gently. When Aunt Alex writhed and sighed, he decided he'd learned a new trick. On he went, kneading the erotic mounds of flesh, his head twisting from one to the other. The friction of Aunt Alex's bare flesh twisting beneath him made Trevor's prick grow stiff, and he longed to plunge it into her hot hole. But she held him in place and her heavy breathing signaled that she wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.

"Yes, yes," his aunt sighed. "Yes, Trevor, like that. Oh, I love the feel of your tongue on my breasts. Yes, more!"

When he could take no more, Trevor again tried to mount her. But Aunt Alex slapped her legs together, denying him entrance. "I told you, Trevor," she said, quickly coming out of her erotic trance.

"But, Aunt Alex," he started to plead. It was no use. And Trevor knew that if he didn't get his cock into some womanflesh soon he would explode. There seemed now way out.

Sliding down the silk sheets, he brought his head over her cunt slit, already steaming with her juices. His nose wrinkled.

Aunt Alex wrapped her legs around his back, trapping him in place. In a voice like a schoolteacher's, she began to instruct him.

"Start with your hand. Put it over my pussy. That's it, cup it over the mound. Rub it in. Ohhhh, yes, you're doing well. Mmmmmm, more.

"Now just your fingers. Yes, move down right to my hole. Rub them back and forth. Feel how hot I am already?

"Just one finger now, Trevor. Right over the slit. Just -- AAAHHHHH -- just there. Gentle, now, slow and gentle. Let it slide in, little by little. Mmmmmmmm. Now, deeper. Deeper. See how easy it is?

"Now another finger, the same way, little by lit...ohhhhhhhhhh... by little. Easy does it. That's right.

"Now you're ready."

Trevor shivered. He knew what that meant.

"Kiss my thighs, Trevor. Lightly, lightly, like a butterfly landing on a flower. Yes, that's it. Kiss me all over. Keep rubbing me with your fingers, don't stop!

"Now move in closer. Keeping kissing. It'll be all right. Now slide your fingers out. Kiss my pussy."

He did it, just a light kiss, barely touching his aunt's wet slit.

"Not so bad, was it? Now, again."

Before long Trevor was bestowing long, lingering kisses on his aunt's cunt. He was really getting into it, so he didn't hesitate for a second when she told him to go further.

"Put your tongue in me, Trevor. YESSS! Yes, that's right. Slide your tongue into your auntie's hot little box. Oooooh, yes!"

It didn't take long for him to lose himself in the passion of the moment. Trevor buried his face in her muff, his tongue plunging deep into the folds of his aunt's pussy. She led him to her clit, the little button of flesh that made her shiver when he licked it and almost buck him off when he sucked it. By then her legs were clamped firmly around him, but he didn't notice. His hands wrapped around her thighs and spread her pussy lips apart to give him maximum access.

"That's right, Trevor," Aunt Alex was almost shrieking now. "Tongue-fuck me, boy! Stick your tongue in deeper! Deeper! Gaaaaaaahhhhh!" She almost broke his nose when she fell apart in a bucking orgasm, slamming against the mattress over and over. "Don't stop! DON'T STOP! Fuck me, Trevor! Suck me! YESSSSSS!!"

Trevor hung on for as long as he could before he had to wrench his head free, gasping for breath. His face was covered with his aunt's secretions, and it dripped off his chin and dribbled off his nose. He yanked a hand free to wipe some off and rolled to one side.

Aunt Alex's legs had gone limp. As she panted, her breasts heaved. Trevor saw a bright flush rising in the valley between the two mounds. Her body was covered in sweat, her hair was a mess, and when she unclenched her fists he could see strands of dark hairs that, with a sudden twinge of pain, he realized must be his. Aunt Alex must have grabbed his hair and pushed him into her in the middle of her orgasm. He had been too lust-driven to notice himself.

After they had both caught their breaths, Aunt Alex rolled over onto her stomach. When Trevor didn't move right away, she twisted her head to face him. "What's wrong, Trev? Don't you want me anymore?"

"Yeah," he said automatically. "I mean, no, I mean, yeah, I do want you. But..."

"Oh, youth," his aunt sighed. "Haven't you ever done it doggie- style? Look, it's easy. You know where to put it, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah, but how...?"

Aunt Alex raised her ass in the air, almost getting into a kneeling position, with her head still on the pillow. "Get the picture?"

Trevor did. He maneuvered around behind his aunt and got to his knees, his still-hard cock waggling up to her sodden cunt. Grabbing Aunt Alex around he waist, he pushed forward. His cock sunk easily into her lubricated tunnel, and with a long, satisfying groan he quickly drove his shaft all the way into her, until his balls slapped against her wet thighs. Aunt Alex's answering groan was muffled by the pillow as Trevor began the familiar rhythm, in and out, his aunt's pussy lips sliding back and forth on his aching cock.

As the position became more comfortable, Trevor bent forward and grabbed Aunt Alex's big tits, feeling the heat rise off her body as he massage the orbs and kissed her arched back. It was a little hard to keep his balance on the slippery silk sheets, but it was an excruciating ecstasy every time he slipped out of his aunt's cunt and had to work his way back in.

He had been so horny that he had expected to blast his cum into her almost at once, but the wait seemed to have dammed him up and, although he continued to feel almost on the edge of orgasm, he held back and kept plowing into the fertile delta of his aunt's fiery box.

"Damn, you're good," Aunt Alex gasped out. "God, I love a young cock. Keep it up, Trevor, keep fucking your aunt's cunt. Deeper! Deeper! Aaaaaaah, yes, that's it! Fuck that cunt all the way! I can feel every inch of you! Fuck it! FUCK IT!"

He was happy to obey. It seemed almost funny that a few days ago he had been a virgin, and now he was feeling like a connoisseur of sex. Reed and Cat had been his first, and there was a special thrill at seeing young, perfect bodies writhing on his shaft. Aunt Teddy was the most active, and her frenzied fucking made him feel like a stallion. Aunt Alex was certainly not young, and not very active (until her orgasm, he thought with a smile), but she certainly had an active imagination for sex. And fucking her felt like being a real man, having a mature woman groaning for his cock. Just thinking of it excited him again and he slammed his meat into his aunt's pussy, grinding it a little from side to side as he did. She moaned in delight.

"Keep it up, Trev," Aunt Alex said. It was now almost impossible to keep hold of her, since their bodies were both slick with sweat and the sheets were greased with their juices. Trevor was half fucking her and half wrestling, but it all felt good.

Just when he felt that at last he would go over the edge, Aunt Alex clasped her legs together, trapping the head of his cock within her cunt.

"Not so fast," she panted. "You just hold still now, and let me do all the work."

At first it didn't work; they slid around too much. Then Aunt Alex crawled up to the head of the bed and grabbed hold of the edge of the mattress. Trevor, following behind, slipped his arms over her shoulders and held on tightly as he slid his cock back into her eager pussy.

Then Aunt Alex did take over, sliding her hot cunt slowly up and down the length of his shaft, again and again. It felt a lot like the blow job Aunt Teddy had given him, except that Aunt Alex's cunt caressed his entire cock from tip to base, wrapping it up like a blanket. Trevor shook and shivered as his aunt tantalized his prick, pulling it all the way into her tunnel and then sliding off it slowly, so slowly. The nerve endings in his dick seemed to multiply. A time or two he gave in to his urgent passion and started to drive into her on his own, but each time she froze and gently told him to stop and let her control the action.

"I'm in charge here, Trevor. Let me do all the work. I want to slide my pussy alllllllll the waaaayyyy up your cock -- and then let it slide allllllll the waaaaaayy oooouuuuttt again. In and out, Trev, in and out. Your aunt is going to show you how to really please a woman. Let her feel every inch of your meat. Alllllll the waaaaaayy in. That's it. Do you like your aunt's pussy, Trevor? Is Aunt Alex making you happy?"

Trevor could only make a few strangled noises in reply. All his senses were now centered in his cock, and it was an exquisite agony. His fingers were locked into a tight grip on his aunt's soft shoulders, his toes were curled tightly, his stomach was clenched, every hair on his body was standing on end. And still Aunt Alex slowly rode his rod up and down. His eyes watered. His nose ran. Tremors ran through his limbs. And still Aunt Alex smothered his rock-hard cock in the deep, wet folds of her cunt. He lost all track of time, he couldn't recognize the room, he even forgot his name. He was just a prick with a boy attached. And still Aunt Alex slid back and forth on his shaft, pounding it into her pussy over and over and over and over until...

Until she must have felt that he could stand no more. With one last surge she slipped her cunt all the way up his shaft and then shouted to him, "Fuck me, Trevor! Fuck me hard, now! Harder! HARDER! FASTER! FASTER! FAST-- AAAAUUUUGGGHHHHHH!!"

Again her orgasm was exuberant, her ass blasting into Trevor's crotch. But even as Aunt Alex was beginning to shout, Trevor had felt his own orgasm burst into life.

"Aunt Alex, I'm gonna -- gonna -- I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming!"

And then it was all groans and moans and grunts as Trevor emptied his cum into his aunt's twitching cunt, blast after blast filling her up and oozing out the sides, until he lost his grip on her shoulders just as one of Aunt Alex's tremors shook loose her own grip on the mattress and they slid apart and spun around on the bed, tearing loose the sheet and flinging pillows like a tornado. They came to a stop at last, laughing and gasping, looking like the last survivors of an earthquake, hair matted to their faces.

"That was -- that was..." Aunt Alex tried to begin.

"Yeah, it was -- um..." Trevor stumbled for words as well.

"Whew!" Aunt Alex exhaled, blowing aside a strand of hair from her eyes. "Well, do you think you've been punished enough, young man?"

Trevor grimly nodded -- and then burst into laughter again. They clung to each other on the soaked sheets and then, after one last, long soul kiss, Aunt Alex bundled him off to the shower. He invited her to share, but she laughed away the thought. "The spirit is willing but the flesh is too damn exhausted," she said, tossing his clothes to him. "I'll use the one down the hall."

When he was all showered and dried, Trevor slipped back into his clothes and toweled off his hair. By the time he got out of the bathroom, he saw, Aunt Alex had changed the sheets on the bed. He found her downstairs, fully dressed and sitting on the couch just about where she'd been when he came in. He was starting to say something when the front door clicked open and Reed walked in, her arms full of shopping bags and packages.

"Oh, hi, Trev, still here?" Reed said, nonchalantly. Apparently a shopping trip had been enough to make her forget all about what had happened before she left. "Give me a hand with these, will you?" As Trevor juggled the packages over to the coffee table, Reed slid into one of the plush armchairs and crossed her legs. "So, everything settled?"

Trevor raised his eyebrows, but Aunt Alex winked at him and turned to her daughter. "Just about, young woman. Trevor and I have had a talk, and that part's settled. But I still have some talking to do to you."

"Oh, MOTHER!" Reed said, rising. "Really, we've talked. It's over. Done. Finito. Now, look at this great sweater I found -- and only $250!"

With a quiet chuckle, Aunt Alex helped Reed open the packages. Without looking up, she spoke. "See you later, Trev. And -- and I hope you won't forget your lesson."

"Lesson, mother? What..." Reed began.

"Never mind, dear. Bye, Trev!"

"Bye, Aunt Alex," he said, striding through the door.

To be continued...

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!xara.net!emerald.xara.net!news.thenet.net!uunet!news-in2.uu.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!math.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!fr582 From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: MIKE45(4 of 5) Sisters mF inc Date: 27 Sep 1996 01:06:06 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland OH (USA) Lines: 884 Message-ID: <52f99u$d0q@madeline.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: owl.ins.cwru.edu

SISTERS: Lovers and Other Relatives

By Uncle Mike

Thursday afternoon found Trevor walking up the driveway to his parents' house after a long meeting at school. Mom and Dad and Evan were at the hospital for another of Evan's treatments, so Trevor was in no hurry.

He kicked a stone at the foot of the driveway as he mused to himself. Five days, he thought, and I haven't fucked a single relative. I must be slowing down! He laughed, still amazed at his good fortune last weekend.

A "ka-chink!" caught his attention and he snapped back to the real world. The pebble he'd kicked had clipped the bumper of ... Aunt Frankie's car! Trevor's eyebrows shot up. He couldn't ... could he? Tightening his grip on his schoolbooks, he raced into the house.

As he barged through the front door, he called out his aunt's name. She came in from the kitchen, a pen and a pad of paper still in her hands.

She was dressed in her usual business attire: a power suit, this one a severely cut black with a white blouse. The all- business effect was hurt by the short, short length of the skirt and the way she'd undone a few buttons of the blouse, but Trevor noticed she was still teetering on four-inch spike-heeled pumps. Aunt Frankie was the youngest of the Reed sisters, and to his mind the sexiest -- or at least that's what he had used to think, before he'd gotten to know Aunt Teddy and Aunt Alex so well. Aunt Frankie had perfect skin, chiseled cheekbones, hair so curly you wanted to bury your fingers in it, and an ass that twitched so fine he always had to be careful not to get caught gawking when she left the dinner table.

It didn't take long to explain to her that everyone else was at the hospital. She said she'd had to cancel a business dinner that evening and she'd stopped by for company.

Trevor longed to say something that would make her stay, and maybe even something that would make her horny for him. But Aunt Frankie had always seemed so beautiful to him that he got tongue-tied whenever he saw her, and it happened again. She probably thinks, he told himself, that I'm some kind of dork.

Even when she lingered, asking him questions about his day, Trevor could only manage one- or two-word answers. All the while he was carrying on a running conversation in his head, and his answers there were suave and debonair. The only problem was that they kept coming about one question too late.

"So, anything exciting happen today?" Aunt Frankie would ask.

"Nah," Trevor would mumble.

"How's school going?"

"It's OK," he'd manage to get out.

"The most exciting thing that happened today was that I saw you," his mind would butt in.

"Worried about Evan?"

"Yeah."

"I bet there's a lot you could teach me," his mind would interrupt. And so on.

After several minutes of frustration, Trevor's eagerness to see Aunt Frankie was fading, and he didn't argue when she tossed the paper and pen aside and headed for the door. He mumbled a goodbye and was trudging up the stairs when she spun in the doorway.

"Oh, hey, Trevor? What are you doing for dinner, honey? Did your mom fix you something?"

He grimaced. "Lentil soup," he said sourly. "It's in the fridge. And wheat-germ rolls."

Aunt Frankie took a step back inside and let the door close behind her. "Sounds awful. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't I fix us something?"

"You?" Trevor put a hand on the railing.

"Sure. You must have some stuff hanging around I could use. I know, how about omelets? Everybody's got eggs. You've got eggs, you've got omelets!"

"Well, I, uh, I don't want to impose ..."

"Who's imposing? Look, I wasn't doing anything for dinner myself, and believe me, my refrigerator isn't anywhere near as well-stocked as your mom's. I'd be lucky if my yogurt was only a week past its due date."

"No offense, Aunt Frankie, but -- can you cook?"

"Can I cook? You've been listening to your other aunts too much. Sure I can cook! Hey, I may not be Betty Crocker, but I've fried an omelet or two. Just let me at that kitchen!" There was no stopping her. Aunt Frankie tossed her suit jacket on a chair as she went past and strode into the kitchen, unbuttoning her sleeves and rolling them up.

Trevor sighed. Every time Aunt Frankie even tried to boil water, his mom had once said, disaster loomed.

After tossing his schoolbooks in his room, Trevor tromped down the stairs and into the kitchen. He stopped in the entry, stunned. He'd only been gone a couple of minutes, three tops. How could Aunt Frankie have done all this in just three minutes?

Almost every cupboard door was open. Bowls and plates and pots and jars and boxes littered every available surface. A measuring cup on the counter was swimming in a shallow pool of milk that was slowly spreading toward the edge, where it would fall, he saw, onto a disorderly jumble of spatulas and stirring spoons and ladles and -- what was that thing that looked like a pig's tail?

An "oof!" reminded him that Aunt Frankie must be somewhere in this mess. But where? He couldn't see her. Just then, a white cloud billowed up from the other side of the island. He looked over and saw Aunt Frankie kneeling down to pick up a sack of flour as the fine white powder that had been ejected when she dropped it settled back delicately all over her and the floor.

Trevor couldn't help it. He laughed. That made Aunt Frankie turn around, startled. Unfortunately, as she did she forgot about the three eggs she'd been juggling in one hand. She remembered them just about the time they made contact with the open cupboard door, shattered, and oozed down the side and onto the floor.

"Aunt Frankie," Trevor said, suppressing a laugh, "You've got the flour, eggs and milk OK, but wouldn't it be easier to mix them in a bowl than just dumping them on the floor? And I thought you were making omelets, not pancakes."

She frowned, but when she looked around, she laughed too. So hard, in fact, that she leaned against the open cupboard for support and started to sit down.

"Aunt Frankie!" Trevor's yell stopped her just in time. She staggered to her feet and stared at the mess of eggs and flour, just a few feet from the milk that by now was dripping to the floor. Without looking up, without looking at him, she spoke very slowly. "How much do you want?"

"Huh?"

"How much do I have to pay you to promise never -- and I mean never -- to tell your mother or your aunts what happened?"

Trevor smiled. "Forget it. Accidents happen. Look, I'll help you clean up. Then we can order out for pizza."

He grabbed a roll of paper towels, ripped off a couple and tossed the rest to her. He tackled the milk and utensils while Aunt Frankie mopped up the eggs and flour.

While he was cleaning, Trevor looked over and saw his aunt squatting down, scooping a gooey mess of eggs off the floor. Her hair had a frosting of white and her skirt was a little dusty with flour, too, but he didn't notice that. Instead, he saw that as she stooped down, her skirt rode up her legs even more. They were incredible legs, fantastic legs, a model's legs. And he wasn't quite sure, but it looked as if she wasn't wearing pantyhose, but rather stockings. At least there was a narrow, opaque strip about as far up her leg as he could see, and when she twisted a certain way he was almost certain he saw a flash of bare thigh.

But when Aunt Frankie looked up and saw him staring, Trevor just pointed to her hair. When she touched it and a shower of flour fell down, her face showed a mix of embarrassment, despair and hilarity. He told his aunt she could wash herself off and he'd finish cleaning.

Everything was put away and all the cupboard doors were closed when she came back in, fresh as a daisy -- except for a few small smudges of flour still lingering on the back of her skirt. Trevor was reaching for the phone book when Aunt Frankie took it from his hands.

"We usually call Tony's," he said, grabbing the phone. "The page is turned back, see?"

But Aunt Frankie didn't open the book; she put it back on the shelf. "No pizza for us, Trevor. I promised omelets, and I'm going to make omelets."

"But you..."

"I was just a little overly ambitious, that's all. I'll skip the biscuits I was going to make. Just omelets, plain and simple. I'll need, hmm, six eggs. And some salt and pepper and onions and green pepper and -- do you have any ham?" Trevor shuffled around the kitchen, pulling out her requests, still trying to talk her out of it.

"Really, Aunt Frankie," he said as he handed her the peppermill, "pizza would be fine. I love pizza. Heck, I'll even go halfsies with you. Mushroom and sausage OK?"

She ignored him and continued to order up supplies, which she piled up around a big pottery bowl she'd spied on a top shelf. Trevor didn't recall his mother ever using that bowl before, and he suspected there was a reason for that, but Aunt Frankie brushed his concerns aside. "This is no heirloom," she said, tapping a heavy silver tablespoon against the side of the bowl. "It's been in our family for ages, and every Reed woman used it for cooking just like I am. And if it survived them, it can survive me. Oops."

Trevor spun around quickly.

"Just kidding," Aunt Frankie giggled. "Now you go set the table, and I'll be done in a few minutes."

As he headed toward the dining room with the plates and silverware, Aunt Frankie was cracking eggs. While he spread the stuff on the table, he heard her stirring madly. He cringed every time the spoon cracked against the bowl.

He was pouring water into the glasses at their places when she called out. "Trev, honey, where does your mother keep her omelet pan?"

"I don't think she has an omelet pan," he said, moving toward the kitchen. "I think she just ..."

What had she done now, killed herself? Aunt Frankie's legs were stretched out across the kitchen floor. As he followed their lovely curves, he saw her skirt and the bottom of her blouse, but the rest of her had disappeared into an open cupboard. From somewhere deep inside, her voice came, muffled and echoing slightly. "What did you say, Trev? It must be in here somewhere. Wait, is that it? I can almost -- almost -- nope, that wasn't it. Maybe over here..." She wiggled forward a bit more.

As she did, her skirt rode up her legs. Now Trevor could see for sure. Aunt Frankie must be wearing a garter belt; he could see the tops of her sheer black stockings and the clips and elastic that held them in place, vanishing up under her skirt. Another wiggle and he could see another flash of black -- her panties, he realized.

As if the beautiful vision before him wasn't enough, memories of the other Reed women came flooding back into his mind. In an instant his cock was hard as stone. Without planning to, he knelt down beside her and stretched a hand along her silky legs -- not touching them, just a fraction of an inch above, sculpting the sexy curves.

"Trev? Trev, honey, I -- I think I'm stuck." Even muffled, he could hear the anguish in his aunt's voice. "Look, sweetie, could you help?"

He was lying on top of her before he even realized what he was doing. As he stretched a hand into the recesses of the cupboard, trying to figure out what Aunt Frankie had gotten caught on, his cock rode up onto her leg, though. That quickly made him aware of what was happening.

Part of him said to back off a little, but another part -- a much louder part, thanks to what had happened last weekend -- urged him to take her then and there, to rip off her clothes and fuck her from behind. As if to underscore that argument, his cock throbbed against his aunt's leg.

But Trevor withdrew from the cupboard and knelt back, breathing hard. He'd done a lot in a few days, but some still, small voice within him warned that this would be going too far. This would be rape. He might be horny, but he wasn't a rapist.

Then Aunt Frankie wiggled again. "Trevor? Trevor, what's going on? I'm still stuck, can't you do something?"

By now her skirt was completely up around her waist. Her rounded ass was bouncing in the air, two perfect orbs barely half-covered by her shiny panties with their lace trim. They were tiny enough to begin with -- French-cut, Trevor thought to himself, remembering the Victoria's Secret catalog -- and the constant wiggling was driving them further into the crack of Aunt Frankie's ass, exposing more and more of the lovely flesh.

She called to him again. Trevor felt like he was being pulled in two directions at once. He couldn't -- but he had too. He shouldn't -- but he wanted to so much.

Then he thought of something. It wouldn't be right to rape Aunt Frankie. It would be wrong, very, very wrong. But rape was when you fucked a woman, wasn't it? It wasn't rape if you didn't fuck her.

The idea may not have been so bright, but in his condition Trevor just needed something to salve his conscience while appeasing his raging lust. This might just work.

With no hesitation, Trevor reached down and placed his hands on his aunt's ankles. He closed his hands around them. They fit perfectly, he thought.

"You're not going to pull me out," Aunt Frankie protested. "I'm really stuck!"

"I won't pull, Aunt Frankie," he murmured, probably too softly for her to hear.

He didn't. Instead, he caressed her legs, sliding his hands up and down the supple, silken curves. At first, Aunt Frankie didn't move -- she must be trying to figure out what I'm doing, Trevor thought. But when he continued to caress, and then moved his hands up past the tops of the stocks and onto the firm flesh of her buttocks, Aunt Frankie let out a shriek that rattled several pots and pans. She began to wriggle furiously, swinging her legs from side to side. Trevor had to force himself between them to keep from being clipped by her dangerously spiked heels.

She continued to shout, demanding that he stop that instant, but Trevor ignored her. Tenderly, he rubbed her ass, then slid his fingers up. To his delight, he found that her panties were on top of the garters. It would have been a shame, he thought, to have to take the stockings off, too. They were really sexy.

With trembling hands he peeled Aunt Frankie's panties off. He had to grab one leg, then the other under an arm to keep them still while her stripped the panties completely off and flung them aside.

He paused, then, to take a moment to admire his aunt from behind. Even her butt was beautiful, and it was hard to resist pulling down his jeans and jamming his cock in the crack between her butt cheeks. But after a few more moments of appreciation Trevor bent down. Lowering his head, he kissed Aunt Frankie's ass, then licked the globes from side to side.

By then Aunt Frankie was beating her hands against the sides of the cupboard, sending up a clatter and rattle among its contents that would have driven Trevor crazy if he weren't already crazy with lust. She tried to push herself out again, but even if she could have gotten free from whatever it was that had trapped her, her nephew now had her locked in place, his body jammed so tightly against hers that she couldn't get out.

Meanwhile Trevor had continued licking and suckling her ass, her thighs, the fine fringe of hair on the bottom of her pussy. He was ready for more.

Flipping over onto his back and quickly sliding back underneath her, grabbing her around her thighs to make sure she couldn't get out, Trevor positioned himself. Aunt Frankie's perfect pussy was directly above his mouth.

The fine patch of fur, the folds of flesh, the hint of dark, wet recesses waiting -- he was ready. Remembering what he had learned from Aunt Alex, he began with more light kisses. It was a little difficult; Aunt Frankie was moving around so much that several of his light butterfly kisses turned into hard smacks. But he tightened his grip on her thighs and went on to longer kisses right on her slit.

When he slid his tongue inside her for the first time, Aunt Frankie let out a long, loud wail. It didn't stop him. Little by little, he pushed his tongue into her, deeper and deeper, until it was buried as far as he could reach.

Then he began to explore her cunt, letting his tongue slide in and out, flicking at the outer lips one moment, sticking it far inside the next.

When he got to her clit, there was a loud bump and he heard Aunt Frankie's yelp of pain as she smacked her head into the top of the cupboard. He was a little sorry that he had to keep her captive in such an awkward position, but far from sorry enough to let her go. He was having too much fun.

After awhile, it seemed as if Aunt Frankie was having a good time, too. At least Trevor noticed that her pussy juices were starting to flow, while Aunt Frankie had stopped struggling.

Cautiously, he slipped one hand from around her thigh and brought it down to his face. He was ready at any second to grab her again if she tried to get loose, but his aunt didn't make any move to escape.

Encouraged, Trevor supplemented his probing tongue with first one finger, then two, dipping them into his aunt's already well-lubricated pussy. As he plunged them in and out, she seemed to begin moving with him, not against him. He loosened the grip of his other hand and let it roam down Aunt Frankie's silken legs and up to her smooth, round ass. With some freedom to move now, he twisted his head slightly so the top of it didn't keep smacking into the edge of the cupboard's bottom shelf.

And through it all he kept up his tongue-lashing of his aunt's wonderful gash, nibbling gently now and then on the clit, pushing his fingers in and out as he hand-humped her. Her juices were flowing freely, running down his hand and dripping onto his face and neck. Once he'd been disgusted by the thought of eating out a woman, but after trying it out he became positively enthusiastic, gobbling up Aunt Frankie's hole like it was a bowl of ice cream.

After going quiet for some time, Aunt Frankie began to make noise again. But this time it wasn't a scream of pain or a shout of protest. She was moaning in ecstasy, or so it seemed to Trevor. At least it sounded a lot like Aunt Teddy and Aunt Alex.

The moans grew louder until suddenly Aunt Frankie's body began to tremble all over, very quickly, a jerky motion that convulsed her for almost a minute just as her moans reached their peak.

It was different from the other women he had been with, but Trevor figured that must have been one of Aunt Frankie's orgasms. It seemed to confirm his guess when, after a little more probing from his tongue, the tremors started again -- and then reoccurred twice more in quick succession, before he felt her body sag down onto him.

Trevor slid out from underneath her and rolled aside. After a little while, Aunt Frankie began to stir. There was a small rattle of pots and pan, and then she slid out from the cupboard; whatever had been snagging her must have worked loose, Trevor figured.

It occurred to him, vaguely, that there was still a chance she would not appreciate being held captive and eaten out without permission. The feeling was vague not so much because he considered himself too good to resist but because lust and the joy of eating her cunt had addled his brain; he couldn't form any thought very solidly.

Still, he had enough presence of mind to move back a bit and half-sit, half-cower against the refrigerator, waiting to see what happened when his aunt got out.

She emerged, with a couple of pan lids preceding her, looking rather frazzled. Her face was flushed, her hair was wildly askew, her blouse had been pulled off one shoulder. But she had a crooked smile on her face, and the smile grew wider when she looked at Trevor.

At first, she said nothing. Under her steady gaze, Trevor came back to his senses. Embarrassed, he realized that he must look pretty odd himself, his face a sticky mess of drying pussy juice and pubic hairs, his hair rubbed into cowlicks. He smiled back at her.

Aunt Frankie broke the awkward silence.

"We've got to -- you can't -- I give up. Trevor, I can't talk to you unless you wash your face. It just ..."

He scrambled to his feet and washed off in the sink. By the time he was finished and turned around, Aunt Frankie was sitting cross-legged on the floor. Her blouse was buttoned to the neck. It looked a little silly, because the bottom of the blouse hung down over what Trevor knew was her naked cunt. Still, she had a serious expression on her face, and Trevor tried to control his own emotions as he leaned back.

"That's better," his aunt said, brushing a few last strands of hair back from her face. "Now, Trevor, I -- you know what you did was wrong, don't you? You can't ever do that again."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Frankie." He bowed his head in shame. "I'll never do that to you again."

"Not to anyone, Trev! Come on, you know it's not right!"

"But, wasn't I any good?"

She looked away. "You were great. I mean -- that's not what I mean. I mean you can't force yourself on a woman. It's just wrong."

"But I didn't rape..."

Her head whipped back to face him. "Just because you didn't fuck me? There are all sorts of rape, Trev. Bottom line is that no means no. Force is never right."

"Not even when you do it out of love?"

The question was innocent and simple, but the looks that quickly passed over her face were anything but. "Oh, Trev..."

"Look, I understand about not forcing, and I'm sorry, I really am. But I'm not sorry that I did it with you, and you'll never get me to feel that way. I mean, God, Aunt Frankie, I've wanted you since -- well, ever since I can remember."

His aunt's cheeks were flushed. "That's so sweet, Trev. But the love between an aunt and a nephew -- well, it's different."

"It doesn't have to be -- does it?"

She drew a sharp breath. "It..." Her eyes went to the floor, then left and right. She shook her head briskly and spoke, in a bright voice. "Say, where did you learn to do that, anyway?"

Trevor could recognize someone changing the subject, at least when they did it as awkwardly as Aunt Frankie just did. But he wasn't inclined to argue. Unfortunately, he wasn't inclined to think before speaking, either.

"From Aunt Alex."

The second he said it, he realized what he'd done. Aunt Frankie's jaw dropped and her hands, up to now clasped in her lap, slapped against the floor. "Alex? You've gone down on Alex?"

"Well -- yeah."

"And just when was this?"

"Last weekend."

"Did you hold her down, too?"

"No."

"So she asked for it?"

"Yeah."

"And why -- wait, maybe I don't want to know that. I can't believe it. Alex? Alex! I would have believed Teddy, maybe..."

"Oh, I -- uh..." He didn't stop soon enough.

"Teddy too?" Aunt Frankie's eyes were wide, her eyebrows as high as they could go. "You went down on Teddy?"

"No, not that..."

"Jesus, Trevor, you -- you fucked her?"

"Well, yeah. I..."

"God, you've done all three of your aunts. Who's next, your grandmother? Or your cousins?"

"Oh, they..."

Aunt Frankie's mouth opened, but before she could respond, the phone rang. The shrill tremolo shocked them both, but she was the first to come back to normal, and she scrambled to her feet and grabbed the wall phone. Trevor, meanwhile, eased into one of the kitchen chairs.

It was his parents, as he gathered by Aunt Frankie's answers. "No, Trevor and I are doing fine," she said, looking back at him sharply. "He's -- uh, he was showing me something he'd learned. Yeah, right, in school. Oh, biology, I think.

"Look, so -- oh, how much longer? Yeah, you're right, Evan deserves a treat. Look, you take him out to dinner, maybe a movie. I'll hold down the fort here until you get back.

"What? Oh, yeah, Trevor's eaten.

"Well, see you. Bye."

She hung up the phone, but stayed facing the wall for a minute or so. That allowed Trevor to drink in the sight of her long, luscious legs again, and his cock -- which never had gone down much -- stiffened back to its full length. He squirmed in his chair, trying to relieve the pressure on it from his jeans. He did, but that only meant producing a huge bulge that he was afraid his aunt couldn't miss.

His fears came true, for when Aunt Frankie turned to him, her eyes went immediately to his crotch.

But then, to his amazement, she didn't yell at him. She licked her lips, putting an extra gloss on her bright red lipstick.

"I make you hot, don't I, Trevor?" She took a step toward him.

"Yeah -- uh, yes," he stammered.

"Hotter than Teddy? Than Alex? Than Cat and Reed?"

He smiled. "Yeah. Hotter than all of them."

"Mmmm. I like that. You know, I still have to pay you. For not squealing to your mom about what I did to her kitchen, I mean. And if you won't take money..."

Aunt Frankie undid her blouse's buttons one by one, each time pulling the sides apart a little further, revealing the twin mounds of her breasts squeezed into a black, lacy bra. As she let finished and let the blouse slip to the floor, Trevor let out a long, deep sigh. Of all the women he'd ever seen, Aunt Frankie was the most beautiful. Everything about her was smooth, inviting curves. And when she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, she unleashed the biggest, roundest tits. The sight made him shiver.

"You're a little overdressed, Trev," she said with a giggle. Without taking his eyes off his aunt's incredible naked body, Trevor kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. She tugged off his jeans as he hastily pulled off his shirt, and soon they were both naked, Trevor's hard cock pointing eagerly at his aunt's massive mammaries.

Aunt Frankie sat on his lap, facing him, his dick poking into her firm stomach. They kissed, hotly, tongues twisting together. Trevor thrilled at the feel of her firm tits squashing against his chest. He kissed her cheek, her neck, and then Aunt Frankie slipped her heels around the rungs of the chair legs and pushed up, lifting her breasts to his eager mouth. He suckled the glorious globes, paying special attention to the pert nipples surrounded by small, dark halos.

Aunt Frankie had begun to writhe above him, and the friction of his cockhead rubbing against the fur of her pubic mound made a few drops of pre-cum ooze out of his prick's one-eyed tip.

He was hard and ready, then, when his aunt rose a bit higher until her hot, wet pussy lips were just above his bobbing dick. With one hand she held onto his neck for support; the other stroked down her body, caressing her breasts and flanks before grasping the hard rod and holding it firmly as, in one firm, fluid motion, she impaled herself full length on his manhood.

As his aunt's pussy lips plunged down his cock, Trevor marveled at yet another experience of a Reed woman. Aunt Frankie's cunt felt like a satin glove, giving him the sensation of filling her from wall to wall, top to bottom. When she bottomed out, her pubic mound bumping against his groin, Trevor felt as if the tip of his cock was at the very limit of her tunnel, stretching it to the limit. Each time she rose and let her pussy lips drag along the length of his shaft, she forced another groan from him as the utter ecstasy was almost too much to bear. She kept such a tight grip on his cock all the while that he feared she would tear it out by the roots on one of her upward drives.

And when she plunged down onto it, driving it deep into her body, Trevor shuddered at the sheer force of her motion, and his hips desperately bucked upward, trying to smash his cock further, ever further into Aunt Frankie's hungry cunt.

"God, Aunt Frankie," he managed to gasp, "you're incredible! I've never felt anything like this! I -- oh, no! I'm ... Aaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!!"

With a surge that left every other muscle in his body limp, Trevor's cock rocketed its payload into his aunt's pussy, throb after throb of cum pulsing into her. She kept up her driving plunges until she had milked every last drop of jism from him and he was sagging back against the chair, exhausted.

He tried to apologize for cumming so quickly, but Aunt Frankie shushed him with a deep soul kiss, keeping his shrinking cock trapped within her sodden cunt. Producing exquisite agony for him, his aunt wriggled on his rod, producing just enough friction on his super-sensitive cockhead to force half-strangled moans from his chest.

Though he was sure his blasting orgasm had left him spent, Aunt Frankie's continued massage soon had him half-hard again and eager for more. He was disappointed when she slipped off his member and stepped back, but his disappointment turned to joy when he saw her kneel before him and purse her bright red lips.

Her lipstick left a faint red smear as she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she vacuumed it clean and took more and more of his shaft until again he felt himself testing her limits, this time with his prick prodding the back of his aunt's throat.

Trevor didn't have much time to compare her technique to Aunt Teddy's, for no sooner had her sucking gotten him fully hard again than Aunt Frankie let his cock pop out of her mouth.

Leading him with one hand wrapped firmly around his rigid prick, Aunt Frankie brought them to the kitchen island and leaned back against it, spreading her legs wide. He entered her slowly, savoring every second as his cock again slipped inside her well-lubricated slit and explored every inch of her hot tunnel. Again they moved in rhythm, in and out, stroke for stroke. As the tempo increased Aunt Frankie lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, her silk stockings sliding easily against his skin, her high heels leaving red streaks as they scratched against his ass. He never felt the pain, all his nerves concentrating on the sensation of his dick rising and falling in his aunt's pussy.

Once again he brought her to orgasm, her moans rising until again she broke into a paroxysm of tremors that lasted at least a full minute and returned twice more.

He was still hard, though, and kept up his assault on her cunt. But their bodies had become so slippery with sweat that they began to slide around on the island wall, and he could not keep his footing. One exuberant thrust of his shaft almost sent them both tumbling to the floor, before Aunt Frankie, laughing, pushed him away.

He didn't have time to worry that it was over, for she quickly scrambled onto the top of the island, sending a stack of papers and a wicker bowl of fruit cascading to the floor. As Trevor climbed up after her, Aunt Frankie got on her hands and knees. He assumed his spot behind her and placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt, but she wiggled away from him.

"I want you in my ass, Trevor. Fuck me in the ass!"

"I've never..."

"Don't argue, just fuck me! I want it now!" She reached behind and smeared some of her abundant pussy juices around her puckered brown asshole, lubricating it enough for her to slide one finger inside. Trevor watched as she finger-fucked her own butt, groaning with pleasure. Before long he got the idea and replaced her finger with his own, sliding it into the tight opening and keeping up the steady rhythm while with his other hand he stroked his cock, greasing it up with cum and sweat.

At last he was ready and carefully placed his prick against the small hole hidden in the cleft of his aunt's perfect ass. The cockhead looked so massive compared to the tiny opening, but Aunt Frankie urged him on. With gentle pressure, one hand holding his shaft steady, Trevor pushed his rod into her. Slowly, very slowly, the dark brown ring gave way, so slowly that he didn't realize how far he had gotten until the ring slid over the edge of his dick's helmet and settled around the shaft.

Aunt Frankie was fingering her cunt frantically, but she urged him to take it slow and easy. Trevor carefully pushed deeper into her, but after only an inch or two he stopped.

"It won't go in anymore, Aunt Frankie," he said, bending over her. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you!"

"You can't hurt me, Trevor. You can't hurt me. And I want it all. I want all of that delicious cock of yours in my dirty little asshole. Like this!"

With a grunt, she backed into him, driving his cock full- length into her ass. The sight of her butthole clutching the base of his cock drove Trevor wild, and he slammed his shaft in and out of her.

The combination of her own finger-fucking and Trevor's rod pumping her ass soon drove Aunt Frankie into yet another orgasm, this one longer and wilder than the others He had to grab her around the waist to keep from being shaken off as she trembled and shook, finally collapsing onto her stomach. Trevor slid his cock out of his aunt's ass and rubbed it back and forth in the valley between the globes of her ass until her breathing returned to normal.

Then she flipped onto her back and spread her legs wide, her high heels poking toward the ceiling. Trevor dove on top of her and smashed his cock into her sodden pussy for another long session of rutting. More than once he felt on the verge of another orgasm, but a slowdown in tempo would allow the feeling to go away. He didn't want to come, only because he never wanted to stop fucking his aunt. Her body stretched out nude underneath him was so utterly fantastic that he felt no pain from the many scratches he had accumulated in their mad lovemaking, no ache from his knees as they rested on the hard surface of the island, no weakness in his arms, locked stiffly into place on either side of her perfect breasts, holding him up as he drove his cock into her eager cunt again and again and again and again.

"Do it, Trevor," she urged him, sweat flying off her face as she twisted underneath and met each downward thrust of his hips with a bucking of her own. "Fuck me forever, baby. Fuck me so hard I can't walk. I want you to ram that hard cock of yours into your Aunt Frankie's pussy. Deeper, Trevor, deeper! Stick it all in me, that's the way! Fuck that hot little pussy of mine. FUCK IT! FUCK IT!"

When at last his arms gave out and he had to fall onto her chest, his cock was still hard and long. Aunt Frankie held him there, sliding her hands across his back, pressing hot kisses on his lips, until he had regained enough strength to roll over.

Then she helped him to the floor and laid him out on his back, his dick still standing up straight as a flagpole. Cooing to him, Aunt Frankie lowered herself onto his shaft, very slowly this time. Up and down she rode him, so slowly he could feel her pussy lips dragging along his rod, slipping inward a little as she let herself down.

Her breasts hung down above him, and he reached for them, massaging her tits, rubbing the still-erect nipples between his fingers.

Her slow-motion humping finally sent him over the edge. "God, Aunt Frankie, this is it. I'm gonna -- I'm gonna -- I'm gonna CUM!" The first shot of his warm jism into her tunnel sent Aunt Frankie into a wild orgasm of her own. "Fuck me, Trevor, fill me with your cum," she shrieked as the spasms overtook her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeohgod FUCK ME!"

It was a dual orgasm that lasted forever, both of them desperate to wring every last second from this pairing. Trevor pushed himself to the limit, ignoring his exhaustion to hump up at his aunt's wonderful cunt, sending surge after surge of cum into her. Aunt Frankie, in between spasms, twisted her pussy down onto his shaft, madly groping her own tits, finding every last ounce of passion and expending it all in one massive outpouring of sexual frenzy. A deep flush spread over her chest and she almost stopped breathing as she squatted obscenely on her nephew's fading cock, desperate not to miss a moment of the feel of his rod within her.

At long last his cock shriveled away and popped out of her utterly soaked cunt, and Aunt Frankie got off of her nephew and lay down beside him on the cool kitchen floor, one hand weakly caressing his heaving chest.

When the fog of passion lifted, many minutes later, they both realized at once how long they must have been tangled together. In a burst of action that belied the deep weariness they both felt, Trevor and his aunt leaped to their feet and scrambled into their clothes. Half-dressed, they swept around the kitchen, picking up papers and bruised fruit, mopping up their secretions from the floor with a wetted-down wad of paper towels.

A few spritzes from a lemon-scented cleaner helped to mask some of the odors from their bout of lovemaking, but Trevor fretted still. There was no Aunt Teddy to cover up for him this time. Aunt Frankie must have noticed the lingering evidence of their lust as well, for she suggested they whip up a quick dinner, even if they barely had time to scarf it down before his parents would come home, so that at least the cooking smells would provide cover.

But one look at the curdling mess in the bowl that once had been omelets-to-be convinced them they would have to look elsewhere. While Trevor dumped the yellow mixture, Aunt Frankie pawed through the fridge and freezer, finally emerging with a plastic bag slightly frosted over. Even wiping off the bag left the contents a mystery, for a thick layer of icy crystals had formed inside. But time was running out and they couldn't afford to be picky. Trevor tossed the frozen package into the microwave and set it on high. While the fan whirred, he and his aunt put the rest of their clothes on, sharing a few last, lingering kisses. The insistent beep of the microwave interrupted their last embrace.

As they pulled apart, they simultaneously recognized the scent now filling the kitchen.

"Pizza!" Aunt Frankie said, giggling.

"Isn't that what I said in the first place?" Trevor answered, before bursting into laughter himself.

They had just flushed the last of the pizza down the toilet, still laughing, when Trevor's parents and Evan came through the front door. Aunt Frankie told them it was a private joke as she shucked on her jacket and wished them good night.

To be continued ...

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!arclight.uoregon.edu!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!math.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!fr582 From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: MIKE45(5 of 5) Sisters mF inc Date: 27 Sep 1996 01:07:57 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland OH (USA) Lines: 856 Message-ID: <52f9dd$d1q@madeline.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: owl.ins.cwru.edu

SISTERS: Lovers and Other Relatives

By Uncle Mike

The assembled daughters of the Reed clan were huddled around a table at the soda shop, each digging into a tower of ice cream in assorted unnatural shades of pastel. As was their usual custom, they were dishing assorted friends and relatives. The topic du jour was a friend of Georgie's whose husband was having an affair -- Georgie knew, her friend didn't, and should she tell?

"Well," Teddy said, licking a drop of vanilla off the side of her mouth, "I think you should. I mean, why should the wife always be the last to know? Besides, if you don't tell when you know something like that, aren't you becoming an accomplice yourself?"

"Hah! You should talk!" Alex exploded, letting her spoon clatter onto the table.

Teddy stared at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Like you don't know!"

"I don't, I -- uh, oh."

Frankie, the youngest, was in between Teddy and Alex. Her eyes had been bouncing back and forth between them like a spectator at a tennis match, but when she saw the look in Teddy's face she quickly looked down. "Oh, you ..." she let it drift off.

"You know, too?" Alex demanded. "How did you find out?"

"Well, I -- um, that is ..."

"You -- you didn't..." Alex said, in a stage whisper.

Georgie managed to get a word in edgewise. "What are you talking about?"

All three of her sisters stopped talking and stared at her for a second. Simultaneously, they all blushed a deep red.

"What is it," Georgie demanded. "What -- oh, God, no, it's about me, isn't it? It must be, because none of you will look me in the eye. But -- John? John's having an affair? I can't believe it!"

"No, it's not John," Frankie said, quickly.

"Then who? What? Honestly, I don't understand. What's the big secret?"

"It's nothing. There's no secret," Teddy said in a rush.

"That's right," Alex chimed in. "No secret at all. Nothing."

Georgie grimaced. "Frankie," she said, turning her big-sister glare on the youngest, "come clean."

Frankie remembered a similar situation, many years ago. She could almost see it now, a younger version of herself in pigtails, hiding behind her two other sisters as Georgie, hands on hips, stared right into her eyes. She could remember squirming under Georgie's gaze, desperately trying to keep in the secret -- though what that secret had been, she couldn't remember. Her alter ego seemed to be speaking to her; at least, that's what she called it when a corner of her mind tried to buck up her resolve. "Don't be a snitch," her younger self insisted. "Besides, you did it, too."

But the voice of a younger Georgie seemed to be in her head, too, demanding that she come clean, appealing to her conscience. Ooh, that hurt. It always stung when Georgie mentioned her conscience.

Desperately, Frankie tried to remember how she had gotten out of that long-ago dilemma. She couldn't have stood up to Georgie, could she? But how had she avoided getting smacked by Alex and Teddy for squealing?

Now she remembered! She'd made up a story, something good enough for Georgie to swallow but not nearly as bad for Alex and Teddy as the truth would have been. It worked then, maybe it would work now!

"OK, I'll confess," Frankie said. "But it's really no big secret."

"Frankie!" Alex exclaimed.

Frankie shook off her sister's frantic gestures. "No, Alex, I have to tell."

"Tell what?" Georgie was insistent.

Frankie tried to stall for time to come up with a good story, mashing her ice cream into a vaguely gray mush and then twirling it up into spiked mounds on her spoon.

"Frankie!" Georgie was growing increasingly impatient.

What could I say, Frankie thought. We've already said it wasn't her husband, and if I say it doesn't involve Georgie at all she'll see right through me. Quick!

Georgie's eyes seemed to bore right into her brain. Frankie panicked. She couldn't think of a thing. She decided to toss the ball to one of her sisters for help.

"Alex..." she blurted out.

"Oh, sure, rat on me," Alex shot back. As soon as she said it, she slapped her hand across her mouth. It was too late.

"You?" Now Georgie turned her gaze on Alex. "What did you do? And who did you do it with?"

"Me? It was all Teddy's fault!"

Teddy scooped out a spoonful of ice cream and flipped it across the table at Alex. "Thanks a lot, Alex. We'd never be in this mess if it wasn't for Trevor."

"Trevor!" Georgie's eyes bulged like the cherries on top of her sundae.

"Oops," Teddy said, staring down into her dessert.

"My God, Alex -- you slept with my son?"

"Well," Alex said, staring down as well, "I might have -- but it was only for punishment."

Georgie only gasped.

"For sleeping with Reed, of course."

"And Cat," Frankie said.

"Cat? Trevor slept with Cat?" That was Alex; Georgie was still sitting there with her mouth wide open, not saying a word. Alex, however, couldn't stop talking. "My God, Teddy, you knew Trevor slept with your own daughter and you made up that lame excuse to cover up for it? What kind of a mother are you?"

"Me? You slept with your own nephew as punishment?"

Frankie gulped down a spoonful of ice cream so fast it made her head ache. "Teddy, who are you to criticize Alex? You made it with him, too."

"Teddy!" Alex exclaimed.

"Frankie!" Teddy barked.

Finally, Georgie found her voice. "Frankie, just how do you know all this?"

All eyes turned to the youngest Reed daughter. She suddenly discovered a thread loose on her blazer and spent an inordinate amount of time plucking it out. When she finished, however, she looked up only to find all her sisters still staring.

"OK. Me too."

Georgie didn't faint, exactly, thanks to the fact that as she started to go under she fell face forward and the instant the ice cream hit her nose she sputtered back to consciousness.

The discussion that followed was long and at times rather heated. It ended only when Georgie admitted she was too exhausted to go on.

"But," she said, reaching for her purse, "at least will you promise not to have sex with my son again? Either of my sons?"

"Absolutely," Alex said.

"I guess so," Frankie said, reluctantly.

"Nope," Teddy said.

They all stared at her.

"Well, he's pretty damn good in bed," Teddy said, defiantly.

"Mmmm," Frankie sighed, "you can say that again."

"Now that you mention it," Alex chimed in.

The waitress had already cleared away their dishes. So that time Georgie's head hit the table with a solid-sounding smack. Luckily, Alex had smelling salts in her bag.

Trevor was up in his room doing the reading for his biology class when Evan tore in. Trevor thought once again that for a kid in such bad shape, Evan had an awful lot of energy. He put down his book for a minute to watch his younger brother burrow through a pile of dirty clothes before pulling out a tattered sweatshirt.

"Whatcha doin', kid?"

Evan's face beamed. "Dad's gonna take me to the zoo, and then we're gonna go out for ice cream!"

"Sounds good, but when did all this happen? I thought we were supposed to be going to Grandma's tonight?"

Evan shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but Mom said it was canceled. It was her idea for Dad to take me, anyway." The little boy stubbed his toe into the carpet. "I said you should come too, really I did, but Mom said for Dad to take me. She said you had homework to do."

"It's OK," Trevor said. "So long, kid."

"Yeah -- hey, want us to bring something back for you from the ice cream store?"

"Nah, it'll melt."

"Oh, yeah." Evan was just out the door when he turned around. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Mom said for you to come downstairs when you're done."

"What for?"

"I dunno." With that, Evan was thundering down the stairs.

Meanwhile, a cold prickling sensation was moving down Trevor's neck. Had she found out somehow? Had she found out about all of it? That he had fucked his cousins and all his aunts? He'd been worried if she just found out about Reed and Cat -- what would she do to him now?

To his surprise, he found that he was not really as scared as he thought he should be. Not scared at all, in fact. So he had made his aunts and cousins -- so what? Each time he had been petrified at being found out and afraid of the punishment, and each time it had turned out better than before. Besides, he was sick and tired of being afraid. He made up his mind not to apologize. He'd done it, and Mom would have to live with it.

Perhaps in the back of his mind there was still a tiny bit of hope that she just wanted to ask him to take out the garbage or something, but that faded when Trevor walked into the kitchen, said hi to his mother and sat down -- and she didn't say a word. She was standing at the sink, staring outside. When he spoke, her hands moved down and clutched at the rim of the sink. She stood there, frozen, for almost a minute, before she spoke, still turned away from him.

"How could you?"

The three words hit Trevor right in the stomach. He knew it was coming, but he still didn't want to face it. He said nothing.

"How could you, Trevor?" His mother was still turned away, talking to the window. "How could you possibly -- with your own aunts? And your cousins? Is this how I've raised you?"

Trevor could see his mother's knuckles growing white as she gripped the sink. He kept silent while she continued to rail at him, running through a list of every thing she'd ever done for him. It tore at his heart, but he didn't say a word. She moved on to describe in great detail just how awful the things he had done were, and "incest" was the nicest word she used. Trevor's cheeks were hot and he had a strong urge to run away, but he kept telling himself that he had nothing to be ashamed of.

In time his mother's tirade slowed and stopped. Through it all she had never once moved, not even turned her head slightly. The whole thing had been delivered straight into the window.

Then, though, she spun around. Her hands, twisted tightly into fists, dug into her hips as she glared down at him.

"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

Trevor stared down at his lap.

"Aren't you even ashamed of what you did?"

At last he looked up, looking her right in the eye. It took almost all his strength not to look away, but he managed to whisper a one-word answer.

"No."

His mother sagged back against the counter as if someone had suddenly removed half the bones in her body. Trevor started to get up to help her, but she waved him away with a glare on her face.

"Don't," she said. "Don't touch me, don't talk to me."

Trevor sank back into the chair. "Don't you even want to know why?" he asked.

Her mouth fell open. "Know why? I know why. Because you're a foul, evil boy who can't control his lusts." She spat the words out, but she wouldn't look him in the face.

Trevor kept talking, quietly. "No. It's because I love them. I love Reed, and Cat, and Aunt Teddy, and Aunt Alex, and Aunt Frankie. I love them, I care for them, and I'm not ashamed that we -- that we loved each other. That's what we did, Mom. We didn't have sex, we made love."

His mother turned away again, but Trevor went on. "I know that people say you're not supposed to love your cousins or your aunts that way, but -- but why not? You know what a close family we have. Why deny it? I've thought about this a lot. Sure, at first, I thought it was a sin. But it doesn't feel like that anymore. I know that it wasn't just an animal thing. I really loved them, and -- and they loved me. What we did -- well, it probably will never happen again ..."

He saw his mother's head bob up. "That's not what your aunts say," she told the window.

Trevor ignored the interruption. "But I'm not going to apologize because it happened once. There's nothing wrong with it, no matter what everybody else says. We all were willing to do it, you know."

As he finished, his mother had turned and walked out of the kitchen. Almost out, she turned and looked at him without a sound. Then, all at once, she crumpled back against wall, sobbing quietly into her upturned hands. Trevor wanted to run to her, to make her feel better, but he thought she'd only slap him away.

After a little while, his mom rubbed her face in her hands and turned away again. As she left, she spoke softly, almost a whisper, over her shoulder. "I do ... I do still love you, Trev."

Then she was gone. He could hear her muffled footsteps going up the stairs and down the hall, fading away. Then there was silence but for the quiet ticking of a clock. Trevor put his head in his hands, his mind filled with anguished thoughts.

Through the fog, something seemed to call to him. There was something he was trying to think of, but he couldn't quite grasp it. Through the mist, little by little, it came to him.

His mother said she loved him.

Trevor got up slowly and went upstairs. Down at the end of the hallway he could see a thin sliver of light spreading out from underneath his parents' bedroom door. He walked toward it, his thoughts awhirl.

He knocked. There was no answer. His heart pounding, Trevor reached for the doorknob. It was not locked. His hand, already clammy, slipped on the knob before he gripped it tighter and opened the door slowly.

His mother had been sitting on the big bed. Without thinking much about it, Trevor noticed that the comforted had been folded down to the end of the bed, leaving the sheets exposed.

His mother got to her feet, facing him. She still wore the simple blue cotton dress she'd had on downstairs, though she'd tossed aside the gingham apron. They stood facing each other, silent, like gunfighters in an old Western.

Trevor drew first. He swallowed and spoke.

"I love you too, Mom."

Perhaps there was a moment's hesitation. It seemed like an eon to Trevor. But then they were both rushing toward each other, embracing, holding onto each other for dear life. Their lips met and crushed together. Trevor had kissed his mother many times, but never like this. Never with this intensity, a kiss so deep he could feel their souls meeting.

And then his mother slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he met it, and he knew his life would never be the same again.

None of the feelings he'd experienced with Reed or Cat or any of his aunts, not even Aunt Frankie, were a tenth as powerful as the emotions that surged through him now. He pulled his mother's body to his. His cock lay between them, engorged to its full size already, rubbing against her flat stomach as they kissed hungrily: wet, hot, sloppy kisses. His mother's hand slid down his side and when she pushed it in between their bodies and cupped his cock through his jeans, Trevor almost came. He answered by letting one hand grope her bra-encased breast while the other pawed at her firm round ass, tugging up her dress until he could slip his fingers underneath it and slide them under her panties and hose, grabbing a handful of her warm flesh and pressing her hard against him. They spoke only in moans as they wrestled together, his mother's leg sliding with a sizzle up and down his thigh, her tongue flicking out at his ear and sending an electric shock through his whole body.

Even as Trevor was lost in lust, he never forgot for a second that this hot, sexy woman in his arms was his mother, the woman who had given him birth, nursed him, fixed his meals, sent him off to school. He felt no shame, though; the thought that he was about to make love to his mother just made him more passionate.

At last they broke their embrace and stepped apart. They were both breathing hard, faces flushed, clothes askew. Trevor panted out a question, though by now he was sure of the answer:

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

In reply, his mother reached behind her back and slowly unzipped her dress. As it fell to the floor she stepped out of it and stood before him in her demure white bra. He could see the white of her panties underneath the dark brown crotch of her pantyhose.

Her body was not as perfect as Aunt Frankie's -- her legs not as long or lean, her stomach flat but not as firm, her breasts not quite as big. But Trevor didn't notice any flaws; he saw only a vision of beauty, a goddess with a crown of brown hair. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, yanked off his jeans.

Meanwhile his mom slipped out of her bra, freeing her melon- sized breasts capped by already-erect nipples standing out from small, dark circles. As Trevor kicked off his white socks, his mother peeled off her pantyhose, wadded them up and tossed them aside.

Now he could see the dark stain already spreading across the front of her panties. She could see, he knew, the stain on his own shorts, at the top of the massive bulge that was his erection.

They didn't hesitate. As Trevor pried his shorts off his aching cock, letting it hang free, his mother slid her panties to the floor.

And there it was, just below the patch of soft brown hair: his mother's cunt. His birthplace. He stared at it, mesmerized from a distance, until she spoke.

"Well," she said, and there was a smile in her voice, "are you just going to look at it, or are you going to do something about it?"

He laughed and moved toward her. His prick prodded her pubic mound as they embraced again and kissed. This time their hands had no obstructions in their way and they eagerly explored each other's body. His mother sighed deeply when Trevor first held her breasts, rubbing gently against the nipples with his thumbs. He groaned in delight when she took firm hold of his rigid cock and massaged it up and down in her warm hands.

As they touched and groped and hugged, his mother moved backward until she was standing against her bed. Trevor had begun to kiss his way down her neck and to her plump tits, which he took into his mouth one at a time, sucking on them as he knew he once had as a child. But now his mouth was seeking not sustenance but pleasure, and he licked the mounds tenderly but lustily, and nipped gently at the sensitive buds at their peaks.

"That's it, Trev," his mother said, running her fingers through his hair. "Just like that, that's perfect. God, what a good son I have."

Trevor continued to kiss his way down her naked body. "Am I a good son, Mom? Am I making my mother happy?"

"Any happier and I'd be -- oh, God!" His mother moaned as he worked his way down to her steaming slit and slid his tongue inside for a second.

Kneeling before her as she sat on the bed, Trevor pulled back from her pussy, teasing it with occasional licks while he attended to her thighs and pubic mound. She opened herself to him, spreading her legs wide and lying back on the bed.

Several times she begged him to stop teasing but Trevor was patient, applying everything he'd learned from his aunts. Only when he figured she could stand it no longer did he once again enter her cunt with his probing tongue, sending it darting deep inside.

"Yesssssss!" his mother sighed, locking her legs around his neck.

Trevor brought his hands up while he continued to lick at her cunt, sliding a finger into her wet opening, then two. His mom began to buck against his face, urging him deeper within her hungry tunnel. When he slid his finger down to the bottom of her hole while running his tongue up to her clit, she shrieked in delight.

"Do it, Trev, do it! Suck my clit, honey! Eat me out! That's so good, sweetie, yes, more, please!" She was rolling from side to side and still bucking against him, and the springs of the bed creaked under her frantic motion.

Faster and faster Trevor tongue-fucked his mother's cunt, burying his face in the hot, wet folds of her, until at last she suddenly arched her back and sucked in a huge breath, holding it for several seconds before letting it out in a series of huffs and puffs as she fell back against the bed. Then again, and once more, and it was over.

Trevor stood up and looked down on his mother's naked body, splayed out before him, her cunt sending up a steamy scent of sex. She smiled at him, seeming to read his mind, and lifted her legs, resting her feet on his strong shoulders.

Trevor moved forward and his cock slid smoothly into her well-lubricated pussy, driving all the way in at once. He was in! He had his prick buried in his own mother's cunt! It was all he could do to keep from cumming immediately, and when she moved slightly underneath him Trevor had to pull out to stop the flow.

But again he moved forward and plunged his lance into his mother, grabbing her legs and hugging them to his already sweaty body as he began a slow, steady rhythm. His mother's pussy lips clung to his thick shaft on every stroke, drawing him closer and closer as he slid it in, his balls slapping against her ass.

All too soon he felt a surge he could not control. "No, no, not yet!" he whispered, but it was too late. A burning blast of jism jetted out of his rod and shot deep into his mother's cunt, just as his father's sperm had once done to give him life. It felt so damn good, he thought.

His mother produced a pout as he pulled his withering member from her, but her eyes were dancing when she swung her legs off his shoulders and pulled him onto the bed after her. Trevor thought she just wanted to cuddle, but after she had put him on his back in the middle of the big bed his mother straddled him, her breasts rubbing against his chest as again her tongue probed deep into his mouth. It was a long, lingering kiss, and when she broke it she quickly began to mimic him, kissing her way down his naked body.

Trevor couldn't believe what was going to happen. Even after all they had done, this seemed too much. "Mom," he said, "you don't have to..."

"Ssshhhh," she shushed him, in between kisses on his chest. "My little boy was so good to his mother that I have to do something for him, too." She was kissing his stomach. "Besides ..." She licked his thighs. "I'm not done yet."

Lying down on her stomach between his legs, Trevor's mom slid her tongue around the tip of his cock. It didn't respond. But when she opened her mouth and took the shriveled snake in, he knew it wouldn't be long.

Soon enough, his shaft was lengthening, thickening, inside his mother's mouth. When it had grown to about four inches long she began to suck it in and out, her lips hugging the rod tightly. It grew larger and larger as Trevor watched his cock disappear into his mom's eager mouth.

Even when he was at his full length, she was able to take him all in, her cheeks hollowing as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. It was an incredible sensation, seeing his mom's nose tickled by his pubic hair as she swallowed him whole, but it didn't last long; she had other plans.

Kissing his cockhead, Trevor's mom once again straddled his waist. She held his rigid prick in one hand, caressing it, smearing it with cum and saliva, as she positioned herself just right. Then slowly, oh, so slowly, his mother eased his cock into her heated tunnel once again.

This time she was in control, and even Trevor's slight effort to buck his shaft into her met with clucking disapproval, the same gentle "no" he used to get when he tried to sneak a cookie before dinner.

But now it was nookie, not a cookie, that he was getting as his mom rode his cock like the experienced older woman she was, sending ripples of pleasure through him each time she sank down and impaled herself on his shaft. Her timing was exquisite, varying the rhythm from a frantic bucking to an easy, excruciatingly slow pace, when it seemed to Trevor he could feel every individual nerve in his rod being brushed by his mother's pussy lips, one by one.

"Is this all right, Trevor?" she asked, only slightly out of breath.

"God, yeah!" he groaned. "Mom, you're the greatest!"

"You like it, huh? You like your hot mama driving her tight little pussy onto her son's big cock, Trevor?"

With his hips squeezed so tightly by his mother's thighs that he couldn't move underneath her, her breasts hanging just out of his reach, being unable to respond physically at all made her wild words even more exciting.

"Yeah, Mom," he whispered to her. "Yeah, I like the way you fuck. I want to fill that hot little cunt of yours until it's so full it can't hold any more cum. C'mon, Mom. Fuck me. Fuck me harder!"

Her tempo increased and the bed's creaks grew louder. "I'm going to fuck you, honey! That's right. Your mother's going to fuck her pussy on your cock all night long, Trevor. Show me what you've got, sweetie!"

She eased her grip on his hips and Trevor began to buck up at her, banging their groins together as he slammed his shaft up into his mother's eager cunny. She bent down and he grabbed hold of her tits, massaging and mauling them as they pounded away at each other. Even when, from time to time, Trevor would fall back, in need of a break from their rutting, his mother continued her assault. She fingered herself as well, pulling her hand away only long enough to lick it clean before again dipping it into her overflowing hole.

Trevor had never imagined his mother could be so hot. She was a sex machine, and his tool was banging away at her. Just the sight of her tits bouncing up and down as she rode him was enough to restore his energy any time it flagged.

When at long, long last his mom began to grunt rhythmically, "Oh, God. Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!" he knew another orgasm was near for her, but he was still far away. When she stiffened and swayed above him, screeching out his name as she came and came, Trevor only held himself still until she was finished.

Then she pulled herself off his swollen rod and fell face- forward onto the bed, exhausted.

Trevor crawled behind her and began to massage her back and legs, digging his hands into the knotted muscles.

"That's great, Trev," his mother said. "You really wore me out, sweetie. I don't think I could even walk. I ... hey!"

Trevor had moved in between her legs and allowed his cock to rub up and down the cleft of her ass. Well-oiled with their passion juices, the head of his cock easily slipped between her butt cheeks and poked up against the tight, puckered opening. She seemed more surprised than upset when he kept pushing, one hand holding his shaft rigid while the other pulled her ass off the bed, giving him slightly better access.

He took it very, very slow, but eventually felt the thick cockhead pop into her virgin asshole. He asked permission to go further, and took her groan as approval, sliding his meat deeper and deeper into her. It was the tightest hole he had ever entered, and his cock was so thick that he could barely move it inside her. It was good, but he wanted better.

Easing his cock out of his mother's ass, Trevor grabbed her around the waist with both hands and pulled her onto her knees, spreading her legs. Her pleasure was obvious when he inserted his prick once again into her cunt and rammed it home.

Soon they were into a smooth pace, Trevor smacking his hips into his mom's ass as he thrust into her again and again and again. He bent forward to cup her tits in his hands, excited as her hot, sweaty body moved under his.

They were beyond words, at least for the moment, and only moaned or shouted incoherently as they slammed their bodies together.

Trevor lost all track of time, and occasionally even seemed to lose sensation in part of his cock as he drove into his mother. But even as her body thrilled him, his strength was giving out. When his cock slipped out of her on an over-exuberant stroke, he could barely hold himself still to stick it back in, and finally collapsed onto his side, his shaft still hard but his muscles weak.

His mother rolled onto her side as well and kissed him gently, lightly caressing his arms. When she saw that he was still hard, she gasped. "My God, Trevor, you're incredible! How can you keep it up this long?"

He could only smile weakly.

"Well, we can't let a cock that hard go to waste." She rolled onto her back and helped him into place above her. "Don't worry," she said, "you can rest on me. I'll support you. Just put that cock where it belongs, Trevor. Put that beautiful hard cock right in your mother's pussy."

He did as he was told, once again driving his shaft deep into his mom's honeypot. At first she did all the work, humping up at him as his rod stayed buried. But he seemed to get a second wind and rose above her, pistoning his hips.

"Good boy, Trevor!" his mother cried, meeting him stroke for stroke. "You're such a good son. Fuck your mother good, Trevor. Yes, yes, put it all in! Deeper! Deeper!"

They kissed, sloppily, tongues entwining, sweat dripping off their heads, as their passion mounted. Once, twice, three times Trevor felt himself grow close to an orgasm, only to have it fade away.

Finally, the feeling came sharper, longer, and he knew it was time. The surge pulled loud bellows from deep in his lungs as pulse after pulse of cum rocketed into his mother's cunt.

"That's it, Trevor," she moaned, "fill me up! Fill up my cunt with your hot cum! I want it all! More, Trevor, more! More ... AaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAHHHH!" Yet another orgasm wracked her body, and her cries turned to almost operatic screams as she twisted underneath him, her spasms dying away only after his cock had shrunk back to its normal size and slid out of her.

Trevor kissed her once more, hungrily, and then fell onto his back, eyes closed. Dimly he was aware of time passing, his mother crawling off the bed, muttering something about having to change the sheets. He was far too spent to move. He drifted out of consciousness, how long he didn't know, until he awoke to the sound of water running. Water... water... the shower, he realized. Probably a good idea. Groggily he got to his feet and stumbled into the bathroom, where the mirrors were already fogged.

He splashed his piss into the toilet and flushed. The old plumbing couldn't take the load; his mother shouted her dismay when the shower suddenly sputtered to a hot dribble.

"Sorry," Trevor called out, even as he could hear the whine in the pipes that meant the water temperature was returning to normal. The gentle splatter of the shower sounded very inviting. Not thinking much about what he was doing, Trevor pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in behind his mom.

She turned around. "Hi, sleepyhead," she grinned, and it was just like when she would say hello as he stumbled down the stairs late on the weekends. Only this time, of course, his mother was completely naked, her smooth skin shiny as the water ran off it. He kissed her lightly and reached for the soap, ducking as his mom held her hand up, diverting a splash of water at his face. For a few minutes they just soaped up peacefully, big bubbles rising as they washed off the heat of their passion.

When his mom turned to get the shampoo, though, she slipped a little on the tub bottom. Trevor reached over to hold her up. His cock fit neatly between the globes of her ass, and to the surprise of both of them it began to stiffen yet again.

His mom wiggled her ass, producing further growth in his semi-rigid member. Well-soaped, it slid easily along the crack of her ass. Almost at once, but without speaking, they seemed to get the same idea.

Trevor's mother bent forward, pressing her hands against the wall, letting her legs slide apart until they were wedged against either side of the tub. Trevor put one hand on the shower rod for support as the other held his prick straight, pushing it between her ass cheeks and toward the puckered brown hole within.

Once again the fit was tight, even though his cock was not completely engorged, and despite the lathering of soap he couldn't drive it home. Trevor was ready to give up, but his mom pulled the orange bottle of shampoo off the small shelf and handed it back to him. A couple of squirts did the trick, providing enough lubrication for him to ram his cock home.

The warm water of the shower splashed and prickled against his chest as Trevor grabbed his mother around the waist and began to slowly, gently fuck her ass.

"I can't do it," she moaned at first, but she made no move to get away, and soon enough her ass had opened to his driving rhythm and they were rutting in unison, his mom eagerly meeting each thrust of his rod.

"That's great, Trev," she gasped, her face pressed up against the tile wall. "Fuck my ass, honey. Fuck your mother's asshole, Trev. Just like that!"

Ever the obedient son, Trevor did as his mother said, plunging his cock again and again into her. The shower, the sight of his mother's perfectly shaped butt, and a large reserve of lust had overcome his tiredness. For a long time he prodded her ass, until she turned her head to him.

"That's great, Trev, but I need you in my cunt. I want you to cum in me again, please!"

He pulled out of her asshole and stood back as, shakily, his mother stood up and pressed her back against the tile wall. When he moved forward this time, she hooked one long leg around his thigh and drew him in, grabbing his erect cock and stabbing it into her pussy.

"That's it! That's what I wanted!" She held him tightly to her, their mouths clamped tightly together, their tongues once again entwined. Her fingernails dug into his back as she tried to take every last fraction of an inch of his cock into her body. "Oh, fuck me, Trevor, fuck me harder, son! It feels so good to have your hard cock inside me!"

This must be what it's like to fuck in a waterfall, Trevor thought as the shower, now starting to cool just a little, continued to spray over them. He rammed his shaft into his mother's cunt over and over and over and over, glorying in the feel of her pubic muscles clamping around his hard rod, in the tickle of her nipples pressing against his chest, the hot wrestling of their tongues. He put all his power into his thrusts, determined to squeeze every ounce of passion out of the encounter. His mother was just as passionate. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pounding continued, until in one last, explosive moment they both orgasmed, Trevor's jism squirting into her overstuffed hole as his mom jerked and shook, her whole body engulfed in a shattering series of tremors. Their groans echoed off the tile, and when they were done they both slid down to the bottom of the tub, more like puddles of flesh than human beings.

In time, of course, they came to, and had to scurry about the job of drying off, getting into robes -- Trevor had to use his dad's -- and changing the bed linen.

They had just left the bedroom, each holding a load of dirty laundry, when a shout from the stairs froze them. Trevor and his mother stood stock still as they watched the rest of the Reed sisters troop up the stairs and face them in the narrow hallway. Eyes flashed back and forth and everyone took just a few seconds to figure out what was going on.

Finally, Teddy spoke.

"Well," she said, a smile on her face, "we were coming over to apologize for what we did. I was going to say 'I'm sorry.' But now..." she took a step forward, edging ahead of Frankie, who just stood there, mouth open. "But now, all I can say is, I'm next!"

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