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The Evans Family - 1 (family, inc)
By ED DIPPUS

*

     The Evans Family was in the midst of dinner when the phone 
rang.

     Carol Evans, wife of Tim and mother to Tim Jr., Cheryl and
Candy got up to answer it.  She returned to the table with news.

     "Aunt Sal and Uncle Jim called to invite you kids out to the
farm for two weeks.  What do you all think?"

     Immediately a chorus of complaints rose from the three teens.  

     "Awww, Mom, I've got too much goin' on around here to go to
some dumb farm like I'm a kid anymore," said Jr. It was his last
summer before college.

     "And I've got dates and things to do with the squad,"
complained Cheryl, who had been a cheerleader all three years in
high school.

     "And I've got to drive my friends places," put in Candy, who
had just received her license during sophomore year.

     But Tim Sr. put in the final word.  "Nonsense," he said
firmly, waving his fork in the air "two weeks in June won't
destroy your whole summer.  Besides, it'll give me an opportunity
to paint your bedrooms.  Not having you guys underfoot will make
it easier for me all around.  Carol, call my brother back and tell
him 'Yes.' We'll drive up this weekend and drop the kids off. 
Besides," he said as he returned to his dinner, "you might like it."

     All three kids rolled their eyes skyward, but they knew
Tim's tone meant no argument.  Thus began the

               Family's Summer Adventure.

Tim, Carol, Jr., Cheryl, Candy, Jim, Sal, Greg, Megan


     As the family station wagon pulled away, Jr., Cheryl and
Candy realized that they were stuck on their uncle's farm in the
middle of nowhere for two whole weeks.  Aunt Sal, recognizing
their surliness, decided to start things off right.  "Everyone
inside for milk and cobbler."  This appeal to their appetites
made the city Evans kids forget their predicament.

     During the snack, the two families got to know one another a
little better.  Junior right away sized up his cousin Megan.  She
was a little older than his sister Cheryl, but both were entering
their senior years.  She had a beautiful red hair which was
slightly coarse, an attractive face with pouty lips and a rounded
nose, across which a spray of freckles made their way.  It was
tough to tell sitting down, but Jr. seemed to remember a nicely
rounded ass packed into her tight denim shorts.  Her checked
shirt bloused out a bit, but he decided she had fairly nice tits. 
Jr. tried to compare her figure to her mother's, but Aunt Sal
wore a kind of shapeless farm dress which revealed nothing of her
shape.  Jr. did notice, however, that Megan had inherited her
mother's hair and green eyes.  Several times during the snack,
Megan's eyes briefly met Jr.'s as he ogled her.  Each time she
smiled shyly and looked down.

     For her part, Cheryl had her eyes on cousin Greg.  Greg was
slightly older than Tim Jr., but had a taller more wiry build. 
He had straight dark hair and dark eyes.  Greg stared boldly
right back at Cheryl.  He took in her brown eyes and long,
shining brown hair.  Her full lips opened onto a generous smile. 
But Greg concentrated most of his attention on her 36-C breasts,
which pushed proudly against the white T-shirt she wore.  

     Clearly, there was some tension between Greg and Cheryl, and
to a lesser extent, between Jr. and Megan.  Each teen was
thinking how long these two weeks would feel.

     After the dishes had been cleaned up, with many "accidental"
touching of hands and meaningful looks, everyone went to their
rooms.  Greg and Jr. shared one, the girls shared another. 
Before his sisters could protest, Jr. jumped in the shower in the
only bathroom in the house.  As he washed away the grit and
weariness of the long drive out, he couldn't help but think of
his cousin's sexy body.  But, since Cheryl was pounding on the
door, he could do no more with his growing hard-on but hide it
with a towel and head for bed.

     As Jr. changed, Greg noticed the de-tumescing between his
legs. "Hey, cuz, what's got you all worked up?"

     "Nothing," Jr. answered back.

     "Bullshit, you're hot for Megan, aren't you."

     "No way!"

     "Sure you are.  It's all right, she's got a hot body.  Hey,"
Greg whispered conspiratorially, "want to see her naked?"

     "What?  How...? Sure," Jr. gulped.

     Holding his finger to his lips, Greg got up and turned out
the lights.  Next, he crossed over to the wall between their
bedroom and the girls'.  He removed two pictures there, and was
rewarded by two pin-pricks of light emanating from the wall.  Jr.
knew what came next, and each boy glued an eye to the peep-holes.

     Holding back their gasps, Greg and Jr. were treated to the
site of their sisters, Megan and Cheryl, each clad only in
panties.  Candy apparently was in the shower.  They were facing
the boys, apparently looking in a mirror as Megan brushed
Cheryl's drying hair.  Jr. fastened his gaze on Megan's full,
rounded hooters, each capped by a large reddish aureole.  He
could barely discern the freckles in the valley between her
breasts which paralleled those on her nose.  Greg, for his part,
was enjoying the sight of Cheryl's breasts, a bit pointier than
her cousin's, but no less sexy for that.  Each boy also took
note of his own sister, but each was more entranced by his cousin.

     Shortly thereafter, the girls finished the brushing, donned
long t-shirts for sleeping and turned out the light.  The boys
quietly replaced the pictures and returned to their own beds. 
Each had a hard-on which was soon taken care of by hand.

     The next morning, all five cousins were put to hard work by
Uncle Jim and Aunt Sal.  But after lunch, with the chores done,
the adults relented and let the kids hit the swimming hole.  It
was a spring-fed pond, located back in some un-cleared acreage
about a quarter mile from the farm house.  

     At the clearing around the pond, the kids separated into the
brush to don their suits.  Megan and Cheryl, who during the day
had had some whispered conferences of their own, waited until the
boys were out of sight, then tip-toed after them, shushing Candy as
she inquisitively followed them.  The girls were just in time to see
the boys shucking their jeans and shorts.  Wide-eyed, Candy could
not believe what her sister and cousin were up to, but she
enjoyed the sights as well.

     As Jr. wriggled into his suit, Greg turned aside toward the
bushes to take a piss.  He caught a flash of color from the
corner of his eye, and, without turning his head, swiveled his
eyes toward that color.  He noticed his sister and cousins
staring from boy to boy, but they did not know he had seen them. 
"What's good for the goose..." Greg thought, and filed it away
for future use.

     When the boys were almost done, the girls scampered off
toward their side of the clearing, changing on the run.  Within a
half-minute of the boys' arrival at the pond, all three girls
cannonballed out of the brush into the water.

     Swimming underwater, Cheryl saw a pair of legs up ahead,
emanating from red swim trunks: Greg.  Boldly, Cheryl swam right
between those legs, then pulled them down, dunking her cousin
under the water.  Greg pushed down himself, holding his attacker
under briefly, until he felt a tug on his suit.  Grabbing his
trunks with both hands to keep from losing them, Greg let Cheryl
up. Sputtering, she splashed to the surface and back-stroked
away.

     Across the pond, Candy and Megan were double-teaming Jr. in
a water fight.  Not liking the odds, Jr. dove under the water to
escape. Candy moved to cut off her big brother, who grabbed her
legs and dunked her under.  Seeing this, Megan jumped on Jr.'s back,
pushing him down.  As they tussled, Jr. made sure he got several
handfuls of Megan's breasts (always briefly and always
'accidentally').  He couldn't be sure, but he thought she might
have responded in kind.

     This horseplay continued off and on, with each cousin taking
bolder liberties each time.  Pretty soon, Greg, Jr., Megan and
Cheryl were all fairly worked up.  Only Candy didn't seem to know
what was going on.  Suddenly, they heard Aunt Sal calling them to
dinner as she made her way toward the pond.  Immediately, they sprang
apart, guilty looks on their faces.  Sal noticed this flurry and
the looks, and felt she had a pretty good idea of what was
occurring.  But she wasn't sure and said nothing about it to the
kids.  To herself she sighed "Ah, youth."  then she told the five
to hurry up.

     After dinner, Greg excused himself and headed out to the
barn to check on a calf.  Cheryl had drawn dish duty.  Megan and
Jr. each sat on the large porch swing, at separate ends, while
Candy decided to go "exploring".  Jim and Sal were inside.

     After a bit, Cheryl came outside.  "Where's Candy?" she
asked.

     "Off 'exploring'," Jr. said.

     "In the dark?  I'd better go find her."

     From the barn, Greg watched Cheryl leave the porch and set
off toward one of the out-buildings.  Cutting out the back end of
the barn, he contrived to round one corner behind the shed just
as Cheryl rounded the other.  Startled, she jumped.

     "Oh, Greg!  You scared me."

     "What are you doing out here, Cheryl?" he said, with a bold
look on his face.

     "I'm, uh, out looking for Candy.  She's out here somewhere."

     "Been doing a lot of looking lately, huh?"

     "Whatever do you mean, Greg?"

     "I saw you peeking on us at the pond.  Did you get an eyeful?"

     "I, uh, gotta go look for Candy.

     "She's a big girl, she can take care of herself.  Of course,
she's not as big as you. But, hey, I think that in all fairness,
you should show me just how big you are."

     "What?" 

     "I mean, fair's fair, you saw me naked, I should be able to
see you naked.  Otherwise, I might have to tell my Mom what you
gals did." 

     Cheryl was really warming to the topic.  In fact, she would
be glad to strip off for Greg, even without the blackmail.  She
was just surprised (and delighted) that matters had "come to a
head" so soon.

     "Well, cuz, there's no need to go worrying your Mom over
this, I think we can work something out.  But I only got a little
peek this afternoon.  Why don't we both strip off now, in the
interest of fairness."

     "Why, that's the fairest thing I've heard all day," Greg
grinned, and began skinning out of his clothes.

     With a playful look, Cheryl teased at the button to her
shorts, waiting until Greg was down to his skivvies before
popping it and unzipping the zipper.  As he watched avidly, she
skinned out of the shorts, then pulled her shirt over her head,
revealing her delicious breasts to the night breeze and Greg's
hungry gaze.  Together they stripped off their underpants, then
appraised each other's naked form.

     At about this time, a certain 'explorer' came around a clump
of bushes.  Candy did a double take at the two naked forms before
her, then slid noiselessly back into the bushes.  While she'd
seen tons of naked girls before, including her sister, she'd
never set eyes on a real naked boy.  This was worth sitting still
for.

     "Well," Cheryl said.

     "Yeah, well" said Greg.

     That about summed it up as the two slid into each other's
arms, tongues locked in a clinch that gave new ferocity to the
term "kissing cousins".  Greg's hands moved to Cheryl's breasts,
kneading them, tweaking the nipples.  Cheryl, for her part,
dropped one hand to stroke the long, thin rod rising up from her
cousin's loins.  She soon dropped to her knees and engulfed his
meat into her warm mouth.

     Candy was aghast, but incredibly turned on.  Loosening her
own shorts, she dipped one hand into her panties and began
stroking a finger between her already wet lips.

     It was all Greg could do to keep his knees from buckling as
his sexy cousin gave him skull.  Many country girls had balked at
performing fellatio, but this city chick was an old pro.  Bobbing
and twisting her head, Cheryl worked her cousin's joystick in and
out, taking it deep then pulling back until just the crown was
between her lips.  When she sensed Greg was getting close, she
lay back and said greedily "my turn".

     Greg dove between her upraised knees and attacked the fleshy
folds of her twat with his tongue.  In the bushes, Candy was
mystified. She had never heard of oral sex before, and was not
sure if she liked what she was seeing.  But apparently, Cheryl
and Greg liked it a lot, so she humped her hand harder and tried
to imagine the feelings.

     Cheryl was in the throes of her third (silent) orgasm ,
arching her back off the ground, when she felt her cousin move up
between her thighs.  "Oh, yes, fuck me," she moaned.  Greg
positioned his long dong outside her twat and P-U-S-H-E-D it in
ever so slowly.  Both teens groaned in ecstasy as Cheryl's pussy
gobbled up his dick. He then began long, slow strokes which brought
Cheryl to the brink of another orgasm.

     In the bushes, Candy herself was cumming hard into her
panties.  She knew what fucking was and was enjoying the show her
sister and cousin were putting on.  Moments later, Cheryl started
cumming as well, in great gulping spasms.  Her clutching cunt 
muscles drove Greg over the edge, and he drove deep into her, 
shooting wad after wad of cum into her spasming depths, grunting 
with each shot.  He then collapsed weakly on top of his cousin 
and they kissed deeply. 

     "This might be an interesting two weeks after all," Chery 
giggled.

     Buttoning her shorts in the bushes, Candy can't help but 
agree.

Continued in part 2...