The Best Ever

By: I.M. Libertine

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©2011

All rights reserved.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or 
dead is entirely coincidental.

This story contains content which is not suitable for those under the 
age of 18.  Reader discretion is advised.

This story contains graphic descriptions of pedophilia and incest.  If 
you find this disturbing or distasteful feel free not to read it.

Story Codes: mffg,1st,inc,ped,oral

  The second week of June 1985 my Aunt Betty and her girls, Elle, Emily,
and Anne, travelled to my grandmother’s house in Texas for summer break,
something they did every year when school let out.  The summers in 
South Central Texas are notoriously hot, and in the daytime the family 
stayed indoors in order to escape the oppressive heat.  In the evening 
us kids would run and play tag, or catch lighting bugs, or fish in the 
neighbors’ stock tank.

  I had just turned twelve in March of that year, Elle was two years 
older than I, while Emily was a year younger and Anne was seven or 
eight.  We got along well together; most of the time they treated me as 
just one of the ‘girls’.  For the most part I went along with it since 
I was a shy boy and didn’t have very many friends.  I always looked 
forward to the end of the school year and the start of summer vacation 
when they would come and we could play together.

  The second day after Betty and the girls arrived at grandma’s house 
the thermometer sat at an even 100° and the humidity was high, forcing 
everyone to lounge around inside trying to stay cool.  In grandma’s 
house there was only one air conditioner, it was downstairs in the 
living room.  There, grandma and Betty would sip coffee and eat cake 
while us kids would go upstairs and play.  In the upstairs of grandma’s 
house there were two bedrooms, a larger master bedroom and a guest 
bedroom.  We would play in the master bedroom since it had two ceiling 
fans and three windows that we could open to let in whenever breeze 
might be blowing.

  All three girls were slim and athletic; in school Elle was on the 
track team and Emily the swimming team, Anne had started taking ballet 
classes the year before.  Elle and Anne had their mother’s long red 
hair while Emily’s was light brown and cut just above her shoulders.  
Emily was also the only one of the three to wear glasses, which gave 
her a cute bookworm-ish look.  Myself, I was a long bean-pole of a kid, 
with corn silk blonde hair.

  That day I was wearing a white T shirt and blue gym shorts, Elle was 
wearing a tube top and a ruffled skirt which ended about four inches 
above her knee and showed off much of her long tanned legs.  Emily, who 
was usually the quiet and reserved one, was wearing a nylon flower 
print blouse and cut off blue jeans.  Anne wore a light weight cotton 
sun dress, the kind with no sleeves and a hem that ended just below the 
knee.  

  Emily, Anne and I sat on the floor, while Elle sat cross legged on 
the bed.  I had gained a sudden interest in girls that year, and I 
couldn’t help but notice that my cousins were extremely pretty.  Every 
now and again, Anne would lean forward slightly allowing me to glimpse 
a tiny pink nipple through the arm hole of her dress. I also noticed 
that I could see up Elle’s skirt, and I could hardly help staring at 
her panties.  We were talking about something or other, but my 
attention was so focused on Anne’s nipples and Elle’s panties that I 
could hardly follow the conversation.  That is, until I heard Elle say, 
“You like that, Danny?” 

  I quickly looked away, my face turning bright red; I heard Emily gasp 
and Anne giggle.

  “It’s OK,” Elle said, “you can look.”
  
  I looked up at her and saw her smiling.  She uncrossed her legs, and 
lifted the hem of her skirt.

  “You ever seen one of these before,” she asked, running a finger up 
the crotch of her panties to indicate her pussy.

  I silently shook my head no.
  
  “Do you know what it’s for?” 
  
  I answered with another silent no.
  
  Elle smiled a strange smile, leaned forward and said, “It’s for 
fucking.”

  Emily’s eyes grew round as dinner plates and she hissed “Elle, shut 
up.” Anne was giving me the same look that Elle had.  I started feeling 
vaguely uncomfortable.
  
  Elle blew Emily raspberry and said, “Why should I?” Her smile grew 
wolfish.  “I know, let’s do it.”

  “No, not here,” Emily protested.  “We can’t do it in front of him.”
  
  “Yeah we can,” Elle said.  “We’ve never had a boy before.  Besides, 
Anne wants to do it.”

  Anne nodded slowly; her hand had gone to her crotch, her index finger 
moving in a slow circle as she rubbed herself.

  “Come on Emily,” Elle said softly, “you can be first.  I know how 
much you like getting off.”

  Emily bit her lower lip.  She stood, went to the bed and lay down 
with her feet hanging over the side.  Elle smiled and said, “Good girl.”
She moved to the edge of the bed and leaned over her sister. As Elle’s 
lips met Emily’s, her hand went to Emily’s crotch and began rubbing. 
Emily’s lips parted and Elle’s tongue darted into her mouth.
  
  After a moment Elle gently released the button on Emily’s cutoffs, 
slid the zipper down, and opened her fly.  Breaking off the kiss, she 
whispered, “Come here Danny.”

  My heart had begun pounding wildly and my hands were shaking.  I 
continued sitting on the floor staring dumbly at Emily’s open shorts.  
Elle sighed in exasperation, slid off the bed and grabbed me by the 
hand.  She let me over to where Emily was waiting and pressed my hand 
against Emily’s crotch.  I jerked away as if it was hot.

  Elle laughed.  “Are you afraid of it?  Come on, touch her.”
  
  I reached out and ran a finger down Emily’s panties.  The material 
was soft cotton and I could feel the heat of her body beneath it.  
Emily shivered under my touch.

  “See, it isn’t going to hurt you,” Elle said.
  
  As I continued brushing my finger against Emily’s panties I heard 
her mumble something.  Elle placed her lips near my ear.  “She wants 
you to take her shorts off,” she murmured.  Her breath was hot and I 
shuddered as her teeth gently closed on the lobe of my ear.

  I obediently began pulling at the waist of Emily’s cutoffs but wasn’t 
able to pull the shorts passed her ass.  Elle kissed my ear once more 
and then, climbing up on the bed, placed her lips next to Emily’s ear. 
As I watched, mesmerized, Elle unbuttoned Emily’s blouse, revealing two 
small pale bumps, each topped with an erect rosebud.  Elle tweaked one 
of Emily’s nipples and Emily gasped, arching her back and allowing me 
to pull her cutoffs down her legs.

  I continued rubbing at Emily’s panties in the same spot I had before. 
Then I felt Anne move in behind me, her hand coming around and guiding 
my finger downward.  “It feels best when you do it here,” she said.  I 
rubbed in the new spot and Emily moaned softly.  

  I heard Elle whisper, “Do you like that, baby?” I watched as she 
kissed and gently nibbled at Emily’s earlobe.  Her hand continued to 
rub Emily’s tits.

  Anne came around my side so she could climb up on the bed herself.  
It was then I noticed she had taken off her dress and panties.  Her 
tiny body was smooth and tight, her pussy a soft slit.  She had no 
tits, just two tiny nipples that were erect and hard as little stones.  
She settled down on her back, taking my free hand and guiding between 
her thighs.  “Do me too,” she said.

  I caressed Anne’s pussy with trembling fingers.  She drew her knees 
up and spread her thighs wide; the lips of her pussy parting slightly 
so that I could just see a tiny, hard bump and her inner lips.  I slid 
my finger down between those lips and brushed the tiny bump; Anne 
whimpered softly.

  As I attended to Emily and Anne, Elle rose to her knees and pulled 
off her panties.  She maneuvered between her sisters, spread her legs, 
and reached down with her hands to spread her pussy lips.  Her inner 
lips and clit formed a vague butterfly shape; her mound was sprinkled 
with downy red hair. “Put your tongue to work.” Elle said.  

  I looked down at her pussy dumbly and Elle rolled her eyes. 
   
  “Lick my pussy, idiot,” Elle said.
  
  I lowered my face into Elle’s crotch, stuck out my tongue, and tasted 
her.  She was warm and vaguely salty, but not unpleasant.  I licked 
again, and Elle moaned; her hands coming around the back of my head, 
she pulled me deeper into her crotch and began to rub herself against 
my mouth.

  All three girls began to moan almost in unison.  I felt Anne grow 
rigid, and then a powerful shiver coursed through her body.  I 
continued to stroke her until she jerked away, whimpering.  Emily was 
next; she bucked wildly against my hand and moaned loudly.  Elle 
covered Emily’s mouth with her hand, silencing her before she could 
alert the adults downstairs to what we were doing.  Moments later 
Elle’s hips jerked once, twice, three times; her back arched and she 
bit the inside of her wrist, stifling a moan of her own.

  Elle pushed me away and I fell back onto the floor.  I was gasping 
for breath.  My balls ached painfully, as if they had been injected w
ith hot lead.

  After a moment Elle murmured “God, that was good.” She slipped from 
the bed and came to me.  “Now, it’s your turn.”

  Elle led me to the bed and sat me down, then pulled off my gym 
shorts.  As she did, Anne smiled at me.  She leaned near and kissed my 
mouth, her lips parting, her small tongue slipping between mine.

  As I answered Anne’s kiss, Elle peeled away my briefs, then sucked my 
dick into her mouth.  The pleasure was intense and I moaned into Anne’s 
mouth.  Anne pushed her sister away and straddled my hips.  She wrapped 
her thin arms around my neck and slowly lowered herself onto my dick.

  Anne’s pussy was tight, hot and wet.  She lowered her head to my 
chest and began moving, slowly and rhythmically. I could stand no 
more. Liquid fire pumped through my dick into Anne’s body.  She cried 
out sharply as I thrust into her one last time, ramming my dick into 
her tiny body. I slumped back against the bed, exhausted.

  Anne’s mouth met mine once more, and Elle climbed on top of us, 
pinning Anne’s body between hers and mine; her mouth joined Anne’s and 
we shared a long, wet kiss.  Emily pressed close, her lips to my ear.  
Her breath was soft and warm as she whispered, “That was the best ever.”

  And I had to agree, it was.

?The End?



