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 Title: Katy's Boobs - Chapter 5
Summary: Katy confronts Tom as he hatches his Master Plan.
Keywords: mf,fict,inc
   Being pinned against the wall of the storage shed behind the house by my
sexy 18-year-old cousin Katy would've been, under different circumstances,
quite wonderful.  But at the moment the mood was far, far from sexy. 
Katy's eyes raged as she glared at me, her face only an inch or two from
mine.
   "What the fuck are you talking about?" she growled.
   Her sudden move to pin my much larger 18-year-old male frame against the
wall had been surprising and had startled me, but I had actually been
expecting a moment like this to hit, so it was easier for me to be cool and
calm despite her rage.  And her rage was perfectly understandable: she
wanted to know how I knew, and how much her mother knew, about the fact
that Katy and her 19-year-old brother Jack regularly engaged in incest...
   The rest of the afternoon at the river had been quite amusing from my
point of view, because I was the only one who knew the truth about
everything from every perspective.  After the frustration of having had to
go all the way back into town for the secret stash of booze, Jack had
returned rather enthusiastically, no doubt looking forward to relaxing for
the rest of the hot day drinking cheep booze, splashing in the refreshing
water, enjoying the sight of two sexy girls in bikinis.  I barely managed
to suppress a perpetual grin as I watched Jack's puzzlement about the mood
of the group he encountered.
   Shelly, Katy's age, was dozing lazily on her towel, soaking up the sun
and basking in the after-glow of having achieved multiple powerful orgasms.
When she occasionally shifted her position, she would glance my way, give a
knowing grin, then close her eyes and doze some more.  She couldn't be
bothered with drinking any of the booze Jack had brought, and the couple of
times he'd attempted to engage her in conversation she'd given him only
monosyllabic responses, clearly indicated she had no desire to chat.
   And Katy.  My beautiful, voluptuous cousin Katy.  As cold as ice at the
moment, she was sitting on her towel, back straight, staring straight out
over the natural pool at this part of the river.  She barely acknowledged
Jack's existence when he'd shown up, not even bothering to move or say
anything when he offered a bottle of Smirnoff Ice.
   Thoroughly confused by the divergent moods of these two girls, Jack
finally turned to me with a "what the fuck" look.  For my part, I was
grinning wider than the Cheshire cat, and I happily accepted and drank down
whatever cold alcoholic beverage Jack had to offer.  I had recently cum
twice, and with eager desperation, so I was damned thirsty, and the Ice,
though way too sweet for my taste normally, was a refreshing nectar.
   Yes, I was the only one who knew the truth about everything.  I knew the
truth about Jack's sexual relationship with his own sister.  I knew the
truth about who had really been the one to make Katy cum that one night
(me!).  I knew the truth, of course, about my own new sexual relationship
with my wonderful Aunt Ellen.  And I knew the truth about why Shelly was so
content and Katy was so cold, while poor Jack could only pout about what
he'd hoped to be a more lively afternoon.
   Because everyone from their various perspectives on the different
situations had to maintain a semblance of normalcy, we remained at our
private little river beach for another 90 minutes or so.  Succumbing to her
own natural thirst, Shelly had eventually stirred and enjoyed a bottle of
something, finally managing to make a little small talk with Jack and me.
Katy had turned toward us and had given the occasional word of reply
whenever Shelly threw a comment her way, but my cousin very pointedly
avoided eye contact with me.  After the bombshell I had recently dropped on
her, it was understandable, but if I played my cards right, I would work
things out in the end.
   Eventually we packed up and headed back.  Naturally I drove back with
Jack, and the girls drove together in their car.  I could only imagine the
mood and/or conversation between them.  Once Jack and I were on the road he
turned to me.
   "What the hell did you do?"
   I glanced back at him, trying to mask my bemused expression.  "What do
you mean?"
   "That wasn't a river beach party.  It was a fucking funeral.  I don't
understand!"
   "Well, I had fun," I said smugly.
   "Why was Katy so pissed off?"
   "Was she pissed off?"
   "And Shelly looked like she was stoned." He kept giving me sidelong
glances as he drove.  "So what did you do?"
   "I don't understand."
   "You did something, or said something.  Why was it so weird there
today?"
   I shrugged.  "Everyone reacts differently to threesomes."
   Jack jerked his head toward me, causing the vehicle to swerve suddenly
before he corrected.  For a full minute he stared more at me than the road.
I grinned coolly back at him.  Finally pulling his eyes away and back to
the function of driving, he muttered, "Fine, don't tell me.  Who cares?"
   We'd made the rest of the drive in relative silence, and Jack, Katy and
I got home in time to get cleaned up and sit down to dinner with Jack and
Katy's parents.  Shelly was now back at her place, and I presumed she was
now contemplating the fact that I had ejaculated inside her.  Would she
race off to the drug store, as Aunt Ellen had done, to get the Morning
After Pill?  Fucking Shelly was awesome, and I would welcome any future
opportunities to fuck her again, but I certainly didn't want to be tied to
her by a baby!
   Shortly after dinner, when once again I'd been the only one graciously
helping my Aunt Ellen in the clean-up, I offered to take the trash out.  It
was just after I'd dropped the bag in the bin that Katy had made her ninja
approach and pinned me to the wall.
   She was still glaring at me, waiting to find out "what the fuck" I was
talking about, referring to what I'd said to her earlier at the river, just
before Jack had arrived.  I'd had no choice: Katy had threatened to more or
less blackmail me about the impromptu threesome I'd just had with her and
Shelly, so I had been forced to defend with and indication that I knew what
she'd been up to with her own brother.  That counter-punch was really a
one-two blow, because I'd further indicated that her mother, my Aunt Ellen,
knew something about it too.
   As calmly as I could, I replied.  "If you'd like to hear what I have to
say, you'd better start learning to stop bossing me around or slamming me
up against walls." She digested this, quickly realizing I held all the
cards, then slowly relaxed, dropping her arm.  "Thank you," I said.  "Why
don't we go for a little walk."
   We were dangerously close to being within earshot of someone in the
house, so it was a good idea to move further away.  It also gave me an
extra few moments to further prepare how I was going to articulate the plan
I had in mind.  The plan had a very selfish and sinister goal, and if I
didn't handle it perfectly it would certainly all blow up in my face.
   After several paces of silence, Katy was actually the first to speak up
again.  "Just what do you think you know about Jack and me?  How could you
be so perverted to think that I would do anything with my own brother!"
   This was the "Proof of Life" moment.  I'd been expecting it.  Very
casually I said, "I know that you don't want him to cum inside you."
   Katy froze.  I continued one more step, then stopped and turned, adding,
"You also get annoyed that he always wants to cum too soon." As the dimness
of the evening settled around us I could see Katy's face go pale, her eyes
go wide.  "Shall I go on?" I asked.
   I gave my cousin two full minutes to stand there, frozen, her breath
shallow as her pulse quickened.  This of course caused her enormous breasts
to lift and fall sensuously on her heaving chest.  I had her dead to
rights, and she knew it.  She was clearly mortified.  It actually took her
three attempts to hoarsely croak out in a whisper.
   "How...how did...?"
   "How did I find out?" I finished for her.  She nodded.  "It was an
accident." Well, in a way it was an accident.  Sure, I'd snuck into my
sleeping cousin's room with the expressly perverted purpose of peeking at
her incredible boobs, and it had only been bad timing that my other cousin
Jack, Katy's sister, had chosen to also sneak into Katy's room.  I'd had no
choice but to slide under Katy's bed, and from there I heard, partially
saw, and to a certain extend feel it (semen on my face, remember?).  But of
course I couldn't reveal the truth of how I'd really discovered Katy's
incestuous relationship with her brother, so I made up something about
having woken up to use the bathroom, discovering semi-hushed grunts and
groans from her bedroom, and let her imagination do the rest.
   "Tommy..." I heard her say.  I studied her a little closer.  Her eyes
were very moist now.  Her rage was completely gone, for a while replaced by
shock, and now what appeared to be agonizing embarrassment.  She was
fighting from breaking down all together.
   "Tom...Tommy," she began again, dropping her gaze humbly to the ground.
"Please don't think I'm a freak."
   I'd never heard that tone coming from my otherwise domineering and often
bitchy cousin.  She was broken, desperate, and completely at my mercy for
whatever torture I wanted to inflict upon her, forever.  But this wasn't
about torture, it wasn't about revenge.  It was nothing more complicated
than trying to fuck my cousin again.  So I switched gears.
   "Katy," I said, as gently as I could.  "I'm not going to stand here and
tell you that I didn't find it weird and shocking to discover you and your
own brother having...I mean, being together in...in that way.  But I don't
think you're a freak." She glanced up at me, and I continued.  "It's really
none of my business, and if you couldn't already tell from earlier this
afternoon, I've got kind of a thing for you too!" I paused, then added, "I
guess if anything I'm actually a little jealous of Jack!"
   Katy blinked at me.  She sniffed and wiped her wet eyes.  I let her take
a moment to register the fact that I was not going to torture or blackmail
her after all.  While clearly still processing this, I heard her ask, still
in a weak whisper, "Jealous?"
   I swallowed and nodded.  "Katy, I think you're absolutely beautiful, and
just simply the sexiest girl I've ever known.  I've always been attracted
to you, but of course I could never say anything, because I'm your cousin.
But...well, now that the cat's out of the bag about you and your brother,
what's the point in trying to hide that fact any longer?"
   "Tommy, I..."
   "It's okay, Katy," I said quickly.  "I don't expect you to feel the same
way, and I'm not going to assume that just because you fool around with one
family member that you're automatically going to fool around with the
other. But after all I've seen...and all you have seen--Shelly and me doing
it right in front of you at the river--I figured, well...why not be
perfectly open about everything from now on!"
   Believe it or not, part of what I'd just said was true and heartfelt. 
It was refreshing to be able to tell Katy to her face that I cared about
her and wanted to be closer and more open with her.  But of course there
was still the miracle of a secret that it had been me, not her brother, who
had been inside Katy to give her that powerful orgasm the other night.  And
this was all in addition to the other big secret that I'd been regularly
fucking Katy's mother, my aunt!
   I was still an outright bastard for what I was attempting to do here. 
But don't the best villains have a bit of heart at times?
   Katy stepped a little closer to me, peering into my eyes.  She was
probably trying to better gauge just how genuine I was being.  I met her
gaze with the most open and honest expression I could manage.  I simply
channeled the fact that I was still utterly attracted to Katy and
enraptured by her eyes and face whenever I looked into them.  Apparently it
was enough for Katy, because she suddenly lunged against me, embracing me
in a big strong hug.  She lifted to her tippy-toes as she buried her face
in my neck and started to sob in relief.  I held her for as long as she
needed.  Some minutes later she loosened up and backed away, but still held
my arms with her hands.
   "Thank you, Tommy," she said.  "This is all just so embarrassing still.
I'm trying not to lose it."
   "It'll be okay, Katy," I replied.  But I needed to nudge her to the next
step.  "You just need to be more careful if you're going to have a physical
relationship with Jack."
   She took her hands from my arms and wiped her eyes, shaking her head. 
"That won't be a problem.  That is done.  There is no way I'm going to keep
that up.  No way!"
   Inwardly I smiled at this.  In an unexpected little side-triumph, I'd
broken her up with her brother.
   Katy continued, "It could just as easily have been Mom or Dad who caught
us, and that would just be the end of our lives!" She shuddered at the
thought, but then she suddenly realized the other thing I had indicated
earlier that afternoon.  With wide eyes, she said, "But what about Mom? 
What does she know?"
   Katy was at the next step.  Excellent.
   "She doesn't know anything for sure," I said, stating a semi-truth. 
"But there's still a chance she will confront you or Jack."
   "Oh, my god, why?"
   I supplied a bit of logic: "Katy, it's one thing for a mother to worry
about her teenage daughter having sex in the house.  It's a whole different
thing to worry that said sex is between siblings!"
   "Oh, my god," she groaned again.  But a light went off and she suddenly
looked at me.  "Wait a minute.  How would you know what Mom is thinking,
suspecting?"
   Another careful step: "Because I think she's equally suspecting that it
may be me you're sleeping with." Katy shook her head, confused, and stared
at me for further explanation.  I said, "She obviously didn't hear the same
encounter I did, otherwise there'd be no doubt in her mind.  When she
confronted me she mentioned something about hearing some vague whispers and
moving about the house in the middle of the night, more frequently than one
might expect for the occasional occupant of the house rousing from bed to
take a leak."
   "I think I'm going to be sick," Katy said.  She was realizing just how
reckless she'd been with Jack at night.  I was convinced now that, had I
not discovered the two of them myself and set up this whole Master Plan of
diversion and seduction, the siblings would definitely have been found out
by a parent.  And that would of course be disastrous for the family.
   Trying to keep her on track, I continued my story.  "One afternoon Aunt
Ellen--your mom--began circling around an odd series of questions for me.
It became clear that she was curious to know if I had a thing for you."
   Recovering slightly, Katy asked, "Well, what did you tell her?"
   "I started with instant denial, of course, being embarrassed that she
was even bringing up the topic.  But for a few moments she got a little
firm with me, demanding to 'know the truth,' adding that she'd been hearing
things at night.  Feeling defensive I kept up with my denials, and that's
when I saw your mother's attitude suddenly change."
   "Chang in what way?" Katy was hanging off my ever word.  I was pleased
with how easily my tale came out.
   "Well, she sort of looked like how you looked just a few minutes ago:
shocked, pale, frightened."
   "I still feel that," Katy exclaimed.  "I don't know how I'll get to
sleep tonight."
   "When I saw your mother get like that, I suddenly began to put it all
together.  I knew, of course, at that point that you and Jack were...well,
you know.  And I realized from your mother's perspective that if I was
being honest about having never been with you, then that only left your
brother.  I suppose another suspect could be your father, but his alibi is
of course being in bed with your mother every night."
   Katy paced in a small circle.  She said, "I can't see how Mom would be
able to accept me being with any of you.  But I suppose being with my
cousin would be the lesser of evils between my brother or father."
   Another step.
   "Exactly," I said.  "Your mother even tried to encourage a confession
from me by indicating that she would be more understanding if it turned out
we were 'kissing cousins' or whatever."
   With a surprised tone, Katy asked, "Mom said it'd be okay if you and I
got together?"
   Oddly enough, my cock swelled at what Katy had just said, but I'm sure
she was just asking this objectively at this point.  I said, "Well, you
know your mother; she's pretty conservative.  I don't think she'd ever be
fully okay with her teenage daughter in a sexual relationship with anyone,
but two cousins could potentially be accepted into open society.  Two
siblings?  No way."
   "But still, you said Mom was offering to let it slide if it was...well,
you and me."
   "Not exactly," I said, realizing I had to push a little further.  "When
she started to indicate that, I realized that I had an opportunity to help
deflect the truth about you and your brother.  I didn't want to be too
obvious about it, but I allowed her to begin getting more suspicious of you
and me, knowing that, as we've established, it'd be the lesser of evils."
   "You did that for me, Tom?"
   I smiled sheepishly at her and glanced down.  "Well, I told you,
I...care for you deeply, Katy, and I didn't want you to get hurt."
   She hugged me again.  "I don't know what to say."
   "It's okay," I said, enjoying her embrace.  "I'm just sorry we had to
get all of this out in the open in the way we did."
   In a very mild tone, Katy murmured, "I'm sorry too, Tom.  I was just so
freaked out."
   "I know.  And it's okay," I said again.
   Katy looked up at me, our faces suddenly close.  "So...what the hell do
we do now?"
   I swallowed; I had to get this just right.  "Well, you already said that
you'd quit messing around with Jack.  That will certainly help.  But...if
you want to ensure that any further suspicion about you and him is
completely gone, we have to...well, we have to convince your Mom somehow."
   "How?"
   Here was the moment.
   I said, "She needs to...catch us."
   Katy stared at me for a long moment.  "Catch us?" she asked.  I nodded.
"You mean like...in the act?"
   I shrugged, trying to keep my growing erection being discovered by my
cousin, who was still half-hugging me.  "Well, pretty much, yes." Katy let
go and backed away a step.  Seeing her clear hesitation, I quickly added,
"I don't mean arrange for her to walk in on you riding me or anything that
graphic.  I just mean, well, it could be snuggling in bed together after
hours...or perhaps in an intimate embrace in the laundry room, or--"
   "Or out here," Katy said.
   I blinked.  "Excuse me?"
   She was nodding.  "Out here.  Right now.  We've been out of the house
for a good twenty minutes, maybe longer.  You went out with the trash and I
followed, and now we're walking around in the back yard, alone."
   I'd been hoping to arrange something a little more physical, of course,
but this was a start.  I said, "I suppose you're right."
   "Here," she said, taking my hand and walking me almost to the center of
the back lawn.  "Make sure we're visible from the house in case Mom is
peeking through one of the windows." After guiding me she kept her hand in
mine.  "I've already hugged you a couple of times.  And we're holding
hands. This will look good."
   It certainly felt good.
   With a hopeful tone I said, "In case she hasn't even noticed us out
here, we'd better plan to be 'caught' doing something in this house later,
too."
   "Oh yes," Katy said, her brow now clearly creased in thought.  "We'll
set that up."
   My heart pounded and my penis swelled at the thought of what we could
"set up." But I suddenly thought of a complication.  I said, "You know,
Jack could be sneaking peeks at us, too."
   Katy scoffed, reverting back to her more normal conceited manner.  "To
hell with Jack.  That's over, and there's not a goddamned thing he can do
about it, obviously."
   I grinned.  I'd successfully clock-blocked the poor bastard at the
river, and now I'd pretty much just made it permanent.
   "Obviously," I said.
   "Come one," Katy said, "Let's go back inside.  We'll give Mom another
show later."
   Inside the house, my uncle was in the living room, reading a Tom Clancy
novel.  Jack was in his room, surfing the Internet on his laptop.  Aunt
Ellen was still in the kitchen, fussing about with putting dishes away,
resetting the dining table, etc.  If she'd seen any of Katy and me in the
back yard, she made no indication of it.  Katy muttered something about
needing to call Shelly and disappeared into her own room.  I approached my
aunt.
   In a whisper, she asked, "You two were out there a long time."
   So she had noticed.  Excellent.  Another step.
   "We're getting along a lot better now," I replied quietly.  "In fact, I
think she's starting to see me as something a little more than...just a
cousin."
   Aunt Ellen glanced over at her husband, who was still quite engrossed in
his novel, then back to me.  There was a curious mixture of emotions on her
face, and I could understand why.  We had recently become secret lovers,
she and I, and despite the pleasure and passion we'd given each other, and
despite the fact that I really did love her, we both knew our sexual
relationship could never go on indefinitely.  To my utter amazement, it was
toward my own cousin Katy that Aunt Ellen was wanting to steer my
affections--and lust.  In the bizarre logic of it all, my aunt considered
this a far less taboo situation than the thought of Katy and Jack, brother
and sister, having a physical relationship.
   "I'm...I'm glad to hear that," she said at last.  She touched my face
for a moment, probably realizing that she would probably never get more
physical than that with me again.
   I advanced yet another step: "There's a way you can help the situation
along."
   "How so?"
   I moved with Aunt Ellen to the kitchen sink, and we made as if to wash
and dry some pots and pans together, something we've been seen doing more
than once.  With my voice volume barely over that of the running water, I
said, "Without exactly telling me directly, Katy indicated that she's
worried that you may suspect that something funny's happening between her
and Jack."
   "Well," Ellen said somewhat flatly, "she's right."
   I nodded and continued, "I think the best way to ensure that she'll
never mess with Jack again, and, in turn, reassure her that having a
relationship with me is okay, would be for you to..." I trailed off.  Was I
pushing it too far?
   "For me to what?" Aunt Ellen was asking.
   "You need to...catch us."
   Her eyebrows raised.  "Catch you?" In a moment it dawned on her, and her
face went into an expression of surprise, and then she actually blushed. 
Composing her self, she asked, "How exactly am I supposed to do that?"
   "Tonight," I said, becoming quite presumptively bold now, "I will visit
Katy in her room.  I will encourage her to let me, I don't know, snuggle
with her or something.  As long as it's intimate.  And then you can walk in
on us."
   Another mix of emotions swept over my beautiful aunt's face.  She wore
her emotions on her sleeve, so it was easy to read her.  In their own
unique waves I read envy, annoyance, hopefulness, even a little eagerness.
And eventually she started nodding.
   "What time?" she finally asked.
   "About an hour after everyone's gone to bed."
   * * *
   A little after midnight I felt a profound sense of déjà vu.  As on that
first fateful night shortly after Katy's 18th birthday, when I'd snuck into
her room with the sadistic purpose of seeing her boobs, I was once again
rising slowly, very slowly, from my futon in Jack's room.  Earlier I'd
heard Jack really tossing back and forth, most likely from frustration over
whatever Katy had told him, definitely something about not being allowed to
sneak into her room tonight or ever again.  Fortunately, like his sister,
once Jack nodded off he was pretty much dead to the world.  It was time for
me to make my move.
   Dressed once again only in boxers, I quietly made my way into Katy's
room.  I approached her bed, allowing my eyes to work in the near darkness,
listening to her breathing.  I expected it to be heavy, deep, as it always
sounded when she was completely asleep.  But instead of breathing I heard
her soft whisper.
   "Tom?"
   "Yes," I said, suddenly nervous.
   She let out a sigh of relief, which calmed me.  I guess she'd been
worried that Jack would have persisted in sneaking into her bed again.  In
an almost soundless voice she asked me about the guy, and I informed her as
quietly that Jack was sawing logs like nobody's business.
   "What about Mom?" she asked.
   "I'm pretty convinced she'll come in here if she hears noise," I said.
   "Then we'd better make some." My heart started thumping.  "Come here,"
she added.
   I climbed onto the bed, finding some space next to Katy.  She was under
a single sheet; it was a hot night.  I found myself pausing, suddenly
unsure of how to continue.  How far was Katy willing to go in order to
"sell" to her mother that she and I were an item?
   Katy spoke up first, whispering, "I guess you'd better get under the
covers with me.  If Mom walks in now it could look like we just fell asleep
talking."
   "Okay," I heard myself say.
   She lifted the sheet and I got under there with her.  I felt her warm
naked legs touch mine.  Ironically, I had already fucked my cousin, but
she'd thought it was her brother, so I had to remain very tentative as to
how I would snuggle up against her.  In the dark, however, I ended up
touching her in various places as I settled in, and I could tell that she
was in her typical night-time outfit: panties and a t-shirt.  No bra.  Katy
was less shy about things, and I felt her reach back and slide her hand
along my thigh, hip and naked ribs.
   "You're just in boxers," she whispered.  I swallowed, wondering if I'd
pushed things a bit far.  But she added, "Good.  This will help sell it."
   We then lay there for several minutes.  She was probably wondering, as I
was, just what specific physical things we should be doing, and for how
long.  We would eventually have to make a little more noise.
   "I should probably be a little more...exposed." Katy said.  I wondered
what she was referring to specifically, but I got my answer: she shifted
around and lifted her shirt over her head, dropping it to the carpet. 
There wasn't as much moonlight coming in tonight through the window as
there had been that first fateful night, but just knowing that Katy was
topless again, exposing her massive, wonderful breasts was enough to get my
blood boiling.
   I grew a erection.  Katy felt it push against her rear.
   "I supposed that's inevitable," she murmured.  But she made no move to
distance herself.  "Put your arm around me," she instructed.  I slowly
reached around and she took my hand and pushed it so it rested along her
torso, just below her breasts.  The deliberate movement by her reminded me
that we were hear to play a scene, but we were far from being lovers.
   Several minutes went by, and I held her.  I felt her steady rhythm of
breathing, the warmth of her skin, the "pain" of sporting a permanent
erection that continued to press into her ass cheek.
   Katy spoke up again, and when she did, her voice was a little louder. 
She was beginning to allow our sounds to attract her mother.  "I still
can't believe you fucked Shelly." My only stunned response was physical: my
cock twitched.  Katy continued, "And I'm still pissed that you were spying
on us before."
   "I'm sorry," I managed to croak.
   "Did you really see us do everything?" she asked.  "You really saw us
going pee?"
   "Yes."
   "Did that...did that actually turn you on?" Again I didn't answer
verbally, but again my cock twitched, and Katy said, "My god, Tom, you
really are quite the perv, aren't you?"
   "It was stupid of me, Katy, I'm sorry."
   I felt her shrugged.  "No, I suppose what you did was typical.  Boys
have spied on girls from caveman days.  What was stupid was Shelly getting
all porn star on you after you got caught."
   I grinned in the dark, and I didn't mind my cock twitching yet again. 
It was definitely an amazing experience.  I reflected for a moment of the
image and feeling of Shelly riding my cock right there in the river, but my
reverie was broken by Katy actually pushing her butt back against me.  It
was the first time she'd moved her body against me.  It was enough to
adjust the angle of my cock slightly, and I felt the head and then shaft
poke out of the slit of my boxers and settle against Katy's panty-clad
bottom.
   She said, "Do you think she's prettier than me?"
   "I'm sorry?" My throat was dry.
   "Shelly.  Is she prettier than me?"
   My poor cousin Katy.  Despite this whole situation, me here in her bed
with her, hoping her mother would walk in on us, she was as self-centered
and self-conscious as ever.
   "No," I said truthfully.  "You are both beautiful girls, but I have
always considered you much, much more beautiful."
   Katy twisted her neck a little to face me in the dark.  "Really?"
   "Katy, you're the sexiest, most beautiful girl I've ever known.  I mean
it."
   She wiggled her ass against my cock.  I sighed with pleasure.  I let my
arm work further up her body, so I was in essence "supporting" her large
breasts on them even though we were on our sides.
   "You're sweet, Tommy," she said.  I held still.  Being called "sweet"
was not exactly what I wanted to hear at the moment, but she went on. 
"I've always been kind of a bitch to you, I know.  And Jack isn't exactly
Mr.  Nice Guy.  But you've always been sweet.  And gracious.  I've seen you
with Mom."
   My heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, but I quickly realized she
meant in general, not specifically.
   "...helping her with the dishes," Katy was saying.  "Some yard work. 
Always willing to earn your keep whenever you visit here."
   If you only knew, I thought to myself.  If you only know the things I've
done to your mother to "earn" my keep...
   Katy said, "I can see why Mom would like to see us hook up.  Obviously I
can never have a romantic relationship with my brother, and the few other
boys I've dated have been all been idiots." She paused, then added, "You've
been wanting to do that for a long time, haven't you?"
   I'd begun massaging one of her massive breasts.
   "Yes."
   She giggled.  "Well, you've got your hard dick practically about to poke
a hole through my panties, so I shouldn't be bothered by you squeezing my
boobs."
   "They're amazing, Katy," I breathed in her ear.
   She smiled with a light sigh, then shifted slightly, exposing her mounds
more fully to me.  "Have at 'em, cuz.  You can play until Mom catches us."
   I didn't need to be told twice.  Despite the pleasurable feeling of
having been able to press my cock against her ass, it was, after all,
Katy's Boobs with which I'd been obsessed from the time they'd first formed
on her chest.  I shifted to a position that straddled my cousin, and I
began to knead and massage and squeeze her glorious tits like it was the
last time I'd ever get to do so.  Katy watched me in the dark and lightly
giggled at how childishly and selfishly I was enjoying the feel of them,
the bulk of them, the firmness, the...everything!
   After a few minutes Katy said, "Well hell, I should get a little fun out
of this too!" And with that, she reached down and wrapped one of her small
hands around my cock.  "Let's see what Shelly had so much fun playing with
this afternoon." I practically came right then, it was such a shock, such a
wonderful shock, but I managed to keep it together.
   "I can see why Shelly enjoyed you," Katy purred as she played with my
dick.  In fact, she was playing with only about half my dick, the portion
that was sticking out of my boxers.  When she tried to get her fingers in
there to feel my balls she grew tired of the restriction of my underwear
and told me to take them off.  I reluctantly let go of her boobs and
wiggled around until I could get my hard dick back into the hole of my
boxers and then slide them down off of me.  I immediately re-straddled
Katy, and she went straight back to my dick with her hands, this time
encircling the shaft with all of her fingers.
   "Jesus," she hissed, "I can barely get my fingers around you!"
   I could only grin in the dark and give her a fresh burst of precum in
response.
   "Shelly's such a skinny little thing," Katy said as she stroked me.  "I
can't believe you fit inside her."
   I kept grinning.  She sounded jealous.  Then I said, "You should take
your underwear off too." I'm wasn't sure she'd go for that.  There was
certainly no reason to.  We were already naked enough to sell our scene
should anyone walk in on us.  But Katy surprised me once again.
   "Okay."
   I lifted off of her so she could shimmy her panties down and off her
legs.  Then I settled upon her again and felt my heavy balls come into warm
contact with her dark thatch.  I was now fully naked in bed with my cousin
Katy.  The déjà vu was there again, but this time it was even better: Katy
knew it was me, her cousin Tom, who was naked in bed with her.  And she
seemed to be enjoying it!
   I let my body slide down her slightly, then I pushed the length of my
hard shaft against the outside of her neatly trimmed pussy.  We both let
out sighs of pleasure as our mutually carnal instincts began kicking in.  I
was drunk with lust now, all nervousness gone.  I wanted this young
woman...again.  I started to shift one of my legs to begin parting hers,
but my cousin surprised me by gripping my ass cheeks hard.
   "Oh no," she said.  "You're not getting in me without a condom.  You've
probably already knocked up Shelly!"
   Being reminded of the need for safe sex cleared my mind a little, but
what she said also got me even more excited.  It could easily be
interpreted that if I did have a condom right now, she'd let me fuck her! I
was so overcome with such a thought that I immediately dropped down,
pressing my naked chest against hers, and kissed her.
   I kissed Katy for all I was worth.  And although she froze under me in
surprise for a moment or two, I felt her body gently relax, and before too
long she was returning my kiss.  The kiss was so fresh and unique that we
actually forgot we were naked for a few minutes.  It was very passionate,
and it even felt desperate on Katy's part.  It was as if she was realizing
how much she'd been wanting to kiss me for a long time.  Her eagerness to
kiss me was so powerful she actually pushed me over, becoming the one on
top doing the straddling.
   I lay back and took it.  She grabbed my head in her hands and
practically choked me with her tongue, only coming up every several seconds
for a breath and a sigh of pleasure.  Without really thinking of what she
was doing, she grinded her hips down against mine, her wet pussy was
pressed firmly against the length of my cock, pushing it against my own
abdomen.  She grinded her hips forcefully, and I sensed that at some point
she even gave herself a little mini-orgasm, because she suddenly squealed
with pleasure in my mouth, and I felt a fresh burst of warm moisture
against my cock.
   As I kissed her back I kept one hand on one of her magnificent boobs,
never ever wanting to let it go, and I let my other hand roam her body, her
legs, hips, ass...where ever I wanted, and she wasn't stopping me.  Down
between us, a heady mixture of my steadily oozing stream of precum and her
orgasmic flow was making us slick and ready.  I did my best not to
encourage such a thing, but the way Katy was grinding against me it was
only a matter of time before the head of my dick caught the opening of my
cousin's pussy at just the right angle, and on one of her downward presses
against me, my cock when up and into her.
   Katy gasped and pulled her face off of mine.  In the darkness I could
see her eyes white and round in surprise.  "Tom, no--" She squirmed, but
that only succeeded in ensuring I was now fully buried into her, up to the
hilt.  She was as tight and hot as I'd remembered.
   "Holy Jesus you're huge!" she hissed.  "You can't--you can't be in me!"
   I reluctantly released my grip from her one breast to take hold of
either side of her naked hips with my hands.  I grunted, "I'm sorry,
Katy--but if you keep moving like that I'll--"
   Before I could finish what I was saying we both froze (with me still
inside her) as we heard movement from the hallway.  I expected Katy to lift
off of me, but instead all she did was pull the sheet up and sit up
straight, still impaled on my length but covering her nudity from whomever
was about to enter.
   One second later, Katy's bedroom door opened, the light switched on, and
Aunt Ellen was staring at us, her eyes wide in shock, her hand to her
mouth.
   "Katy," she hissed.  "Tommy!  Explain yourselves!"
   The shocked look on Katy's face wasn't because her mother had walked
in--we'd been expecting that.
   It was because I was cumming inside her.
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Katy's Boobs  Chapter 5