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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MIKE45(1 of 5) Sisters mff inc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 22 Sep 1996 22:45:02 GMT



SISTERS: Lovers and Other Relatives

PART I

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...



