Title: Cierra's Diary: Summer Magic - Chapter One

Author: Neko Niece

Keywords: m(16) f(14) f(13) g(11), Solo-Mast, Slow-Build, Implied
Incest, Voyeur

Summary: 14yo Cierra is reunited with her cousins that she hasn't seen
in years.  They invite her to come visit for the summer.  Thus begins
Cierra's journey into self-discovery.


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A Tale from Cierra's Diary

Summer Magic 
Chapter One


   My "Summer of Magic", as I like to call it, happened in my life just two
years ago.  I was 14 then, and I like to think I have matured in alot of
ways since then.  Though physically, my boobs are larger and I have more of
a graceful curve I am talking more about psychologically.  I have learned
so much about who I am, and who I want to be, and most importantly what I
don't want.

   Yet, you didn't come into this story to hear me talk about my
revelations about life and love and self discovery.  You want Sex!  And
there was plenty of it during that summer, that I can certainly promise. 
But before I get to that, there is a matter of back ground.

   You see, my parents don't have alot of money.  My mom married my
step-dad when I was 11.  He has children, so I do have half brothers and
sisters, but to this day I have only ever seen pictures of them.

   We don't live in a large house.  In fact, it is just a 2 bedroom
apartment in the middle of the city with a major highway in the backyard.
We have two cars, two cats and a fishtank with a plethora of fish.  My
favorite of which are the blue neons.  I love to watch them dazzle in the
bright aquarium light, but I digress.  I do that alot.  Get used to it.

   Anyway, my Mom's brother and his family were on their way back from a
wedding out yonder East, where the sun begins its amazing daily journey
each and every day.  At least as far east as you can go and still be in the
Continental US.

   Having made previous arrangements to stop on the way back, we were
expecting them.  For me, it was with more than a little trepidation.  You
see, they live too far away to see regularly, so I don't really know them
all too well.  I have met my uncle and his family probably less times than
I can count on both hands.  The last time was three years before, on my mom
and step-dad's wedding.

   So when they finally pulled up in the late modeled RV, I wasn't all that
thrilled.  Uncle Andrew and Aunt Shawna were slow in opening their doors.
Mike, my pimple face cousin, was much quicker to throw open the back door
of the RV.  He paused either in his unsureity or his desire to strike a
cool pose.  Later I would tease him about his hot-snot pose, but for now I
watched as the acne-laden teen jumped down from the side door.

   He was 16.  The oldest of three kids.  He had short reddish brown hair
that he wore messy, as if from sleeping all day.  He had on a loud Hawaiian
shirt and denim shants with ratty sneakers.

   Next from the RV popped Carey.  I remembered her as being a crybaby
tattletale, but at the age of 11, she had grown quite a bit.  As she hopped
down the to the curb, I couldn't help but notice she was almost as tall as
her brother.  I had a feeling she would surpass us all in height.  She wore
yellow shorts and a clingy white blouse.  Her sandy brown hair fluttered in
the breeze as she wiped it away from her face with two fingers.

   Last to emerge was Lori.  Mom had told me that she had turned 13 less
than a few weeks prior.  I really should have remembered as I am just a tad
over a year older than her.  I always regretted that we couldn't be closer,
because out of all of them, I remembered her the most.  Like Carey's and my
own, her hair was on the straight side, but matching Mike's in color.  The
coloring was a common trait, they received from their mother.

   Lori wore jeans and a gray tshirt that said "Kitten Gots Claws" and
showed a picture of an over-size eyed kitten stretching its claws.  By the
time she had hopped to the ground, my mom was already welcoming my aunt and
uncle.  Pleasantries were quipped at an alarming rate.  "Yes it was a good
trip, but long." "We'll be glad to finally get home." You know the drill.

   For me, it was shear agony.  Standing there, with my arm crossed over my
slight chest.  I barely unfolded my arms as I was forced into hugging my
aunt first, then my uncle Mike.

   My smile felt fake.  Like it had been set with super glue.  The adults
went upstairs into the apartment, leaving us "kids" to mill around in
abject discomfort on our own.

   It was Carey that finally broke the air.  She was young enough yet, not
to have gotten a great dose of socialization and rejection.  She gave me a
big hug.  At first it alarmed me, mostly because she was probably less than
an inch shorter than I was.  Both Mike and Lori had surpassed my height,
which annoyed me to no end.

   "It's good to see you again Cierra," she said as she squeezed me around
the neck.  How could I not hug back?  So I petted her on the back as she
seemed to put all of her heart into the hug again, making it a bit hard to
breath.  Her hair smelled of fruit shampoo with just a hint of smoke.  That
last would have come from Uncle Andrew's cigs.

   "Yeah Cierra," countere Mike.  "Good to see that you haven't changed
any. Still as short as ever."

   "God Mike," Lori blurted.  "You don't always have to be a jerk, you
know."

   By this time, Carey had released me from her death grip of a hug.  I
couldn't help but chuckle.  "It's all right," I told them.  "I've been told
I'm pretty much it for growing.  Wouldn't have minded another inch or two
but, eh, wha'da'ya do?"

   Lori smiled.  She looked relieved.  Mike...  I couldn't tell anything
about him, as he had this perpetual scowl that was only rarely traded in
for a smirk, such as the one he had now.

   Carey took my hand, pulling me toward the RV.  "C'mon, you have to see
our shells!"

   "Shells?" I asked as I let myself be pulled to the door.  I had to
stretch my leg to step up completely, holding the door frame for support as
Carey had already disappeared inside.

   "Yeah, we hit the beach a few times," Lori explained from behind me. 
"We've got scads of shells, rocks and sand dollars as souvenirs.  You can
pick some to keep if you want."

   "All right," I said as I stepped up into the back ot the RV.  It was a
touch reach as the step hadn't been unfolded yet.

   Finally inside, my eyes adjusted to the contrast of shadows.  I smiled
as Lori climbed up expertly behind me.  "Sounds cool," I told her, looking
forward to the treasures.  We turned toward Carey who was on her knees
rummaging through the seat storage.  The RV rocked slightly as Mike pulled
himself up and joined us.  Carey produced two ice cream buckets filled with
shells and we each took a seat at the table.

   I was scooted in near the wall with Lori next to me.  Mike sat across
from me with Carey next to him.  Carey tipped over the bucket onto the
table and I was awash in tales of who found what and where.  It was in
those next couple of hours, pouring over shells and fragments, claws, bits
of glass and small rocks, that we finally began to relax with each other. I
admit, it was a lot more fun than what I would have initially thought.

   I won't bore you with what happened over the weekend.  Suffice it to say
that for four minors in our city, there really isn't much to do.  In lieu
of anythng remotely interesting, there were many walks to the convenience
store, stopping by the park and even a trip to the YMCA pool.  Swimming was
kind of fun, in and of itself.  Lori embarrasses extremely easy so I found
much amusement in calling attention to ourselves in our bathing suits.

   I wasn't fond of the idea of having them visit.  I thought it would be
awkward and absurd.  Yet by Sunday night, we'd become pretty close.  Yes,
even Mike.  Ok, I admit it.  He is a guy.  I am a born flirt.  And I loved
the attention.  There.  I said it!

   My Uncle had to be at work on Wednesday, so they were leaving for home
the following afternoon.  I was feeling pretty reluctant to let them go as
the prospect of being bored for the entire summer, was not sitting well.

   Sure, I had friends.  But no one that really lived around me as I went
to an irregular school.  So of the kids that I knew...  and liked...  and
were not already shipped out to some camp or other activity that would keep
them occupied, there wasn't really anyone.  Plus I had broken up with my
boyfriend a couple weeks beforehand.  All in all, a summer alone didn't
hold much thrill.

   It was late in the evening, and Lori, Mike and Carey were chilling in my
bedroom.  We listened to the radio and talked as the 'rents gabbed on from
the Dining Room.  Mike was propped up against the wall, on the floor in
front of my bed, while Carey, Lori and I sat on the bed itself.  No one
told him he had to sit on the floor.  I was pretty sure he did it to look
cool and unconcerned.  Yet to be fair, there is something about sitting on
the same bed with someone of the opposite gender that just adds a certain
amount of tension.  Even if, and possibly especially, it is with someone to
whom you are related.

   I had just flopped down on my back.  Green Day, my favorite band at that
time was hyped on the radio, the volume cranked as loud as we thought we
could get away with.  Which was actually a little louder than I was usually
allowed.  Sometimes it's good to have guests!

   "I wish you guys didn't have to go tomorrow," I mumbled.  I had my hand
in the air waving it to the tunes.

   I could hear Mike sigh over the music.  I figured he'd been crushing on
me from the way he had acted all weekend and I had to hide the smile that
attempted to plaster itself to my lips.

   "Yeah," Carey agreed with me.  "I wish we didn't have to go either. 
It's boring at home."

   That was something I had to laugh at.  They had a 5 room house in a
rural area that is surrounded on three sides by woods.  Their backyard is
for all intents and purposes, a freaking state park!  Well not exactly in
their backyard.  That would be a really small park, but the boundary is
within easy walking distance.

   "What?" she asked, giving me a goofy grin.

   "How can you say that?" I asked her as I sat back up.  "You guys have
all those trails, four wheelers, dirt bikes..." At that time a cop siren
blasted it's way down the highway out back.  "And silence," I added.

   I couldn't understand how they didn't seem to appreciate how lucky they
were.  I grew up in the city.  I yearned for peace and quite.  Somewhere
where I could get away from everyone.  I still do.  Perhaps even more so
now.

   "It's boring as hell," Mike complained.

   "It's boring here too," I countered.

   "Yeah," and he smiled, "But at least you're here to talk to."

   "What about us," Carey shrieked.  "Don't we count?"

   "Naw," Mike said as he shook his head.  "You're too much of a pain."

   Carey began throwing my stuffed animals at him, one at a time, as he
laughed and tried to protect his head with his arms.  Me, I just was about
bawling from laughter.

   Lori was always the quiet one.  At least she was when the four of us
were together.  She was grinning, as Carey looked around for more
ammunition.  Carey dangled off the other side of my bed, reaching down
between the metal frame and wall.

   "So why don't you come with us," Lori asked out of the blue.

   I was stunned.  I hadn't thought it even a possibility.  I was about to
dismiss it when Carey popped backup to her knees, the war forgotten
imedtiatly.  She squeaked about how wonderful an idea it was and was at
this time bouncing around on the bed.  Very animated, she was.  Sometimes
it gave me a headache to watch her move around.  Even Mike admitted that it
seemed like a great idea.  And in spite of myself, I began to hope.

   We had one major drawback however.  The Parents.  How would we convince
them of the awsomeness of this idea?  For the next hour, we schemed and
planned and practiced our lines.

   And as expected, when we confronted them, the idea was universally put
down.  I showed anger, rejection, and the universally accepted pout.  I
tried guilt and pleaded to their sense of decency.  Nothing had seemed to
work.  And the four of us retired to my room to plan a second wave of
attack.

   We didn't have a chance or the need as it turned out.  About a half hour
later, the door opened After a frustrated tirade from me about no one ever
knocking when they came into my room, my mother informed me that because of
my Aunt, they were going to consider allowing me to visit for a couple of
weeks.

   I am sure the neighbors complained for weekes to my mother about the
shouting and chaotic jumping that next ensued.  But I didn't care.  I
wouldn't be around to have to hear about.  I was absolutely confident that
I was going on a summer adventure!

   As it turns out I was right.  That next day wreaked havoc as I hastily
prepared for this unscheduled but entirely welcome departure.  Clothes,
cd's and books were all sorted and packed tightly away into the RV.

   The only thing I would miss, ...well besides my Mom, was going to be my
computer.  Those were the days before I had gotten my laptop.  My wonderful
and beautiful Dell that accompanies me everywhere I now go.  But then, it
was a cumbersome and loud Desktop.  But it was great for surfing the net,
and getting me into all sorts of places I shouldn't have been in.

   I left notes in my cyber-haunts, and emailed a few of my close friends.
I'd been informed my Aunt and Uncle had internet.  Of course!  It had been
one of my first of many questions on what to expect.  However, they shared
one computer.  It almost made my stomach churn at the thought.  One
computer.  Five people, soon to be six.  Divided into 24 hours.  I was
already a chat junkie by then and I knew that part of my life was going to
be rough indeed.  Yet, it was a promising tradeoff, And perhaps I could
garner enought net time to feed my monkey.

   Besides, it was but a shadow in the realization that I would be getting
out of the city.  The hated jungle of concrete, steel and wire.  The smell
of car exhaust on hot days, and the stench of the insecticide truck as it
rolled through late Tuesday evenings.  The thunderous cacophony on Thursday
morning as the garbage truck throws the dumpster over its back, cascading
the contents in a noisy rush before slamming it back down to the cracked
pavement.  Why this has to happen at a quarter after 5 in the morning, I
will never know.

   But for three glorious weeks, I was going to be leaving it all behind. I
closed the door to my room easier than I hid the excitement I was feeling.
Saying goodbye to my mom was more difficult.  We'd been through a lot
together over the years.  With Dad leaving us, My step-dad coming into the
family.  Moving to this new dump from the old dump.  I'd always tried to do
as much as I could to take care of my own problems, instead of bringing
them to her to fix.  She had enough of her own worries.

   She was sad, and she cried, but she had Joe there to take care of her
now.  My Step-Dad was actually a prety cool guy.  I give him credit for
that.  More so that he never really tried to dominate me by forcing to to
call him "Dad," nor did he try to replace my father.  Which was cool.  It
made things much easier.

   Soon enough, we were on the road.  It was my first time, riding in an
RV. My uncle was driving and my Aunt sat in the passenger seat.  Mike had
sprawled himself across the couch bench while Carey sat next to me at the
table and Lori sat across from us.

   It was an odd feeling, watching the apartment as the RV pulled away.  I
continued watching out the window, absorbed in thought for a good long
time. For the most part, Lori and Carey left me alone, enjoining me only
when my opinion was needed in the conversation.  At last, I grew accustomed
to the idea that it was really happening, and I was able to enjoy the trip
more.

   Somewhere around Detroit, Lori produced a deck of cards and we played
Rummy, Hearts, Bullshit and other card games for hours.  Mike eventually
joined in after a while.  It was a pretty good day and I just enjoyed being
on the move.  We stopped once for dinner around 7 O'Clock that night.  My
aunt made soup and sandwiches on the small stove in back which I just
thought was special indeed.

   The next time we stopped it was late.  The sun had long before died, and
I was reading my fantasy book by means of a book light I had gotten for
Christmas one year.  It was clipped to the cover and illuminated the pages
as I read.

   Setting my book down as we stopped, I found that we had parked in the
middle of a rest area.  Both Lori and Carey had fallen asleep long before.
Even Mike had nodded off, trying to outdo me.  But being the night owl I
am, I had no difficulties in staying awake.  So when my aunt woke everyone
up, I was the only one not yawning my head off.  I felt sorry for carey as
she fought so hard to stay asleep.  Poor kid.  I felt sorry for her as she
rubbed at her eyes even as we were pushed out the door to relieve ourselves
at the creepy rest stop.

   And creepy it was, too.  I usually love the night, but everything was
quiet, except for the handful of Semi-trucks that sat still.  Their engines
idled perversly breaking the night silence.  In the pale yellow, bug
infested light that germinated from the over tall lamp posts, I could make
out the concrete walkway to the poorly lit building in the distance.

   Needless to say, we didn't take our time in getting to the small brick
building.  The conditions were deplorable.  Well, at least they were in my
mind anyway.  It was clean to a point of oldness.  Not quite decrepit, but
getting there.

   We were just about done, waiting for Carey to finish up when the door
opened suddenly.  I screamed, triggering a repsonding scream from Lori,
which made poor Carey scream because we were screaming, even though she was
in a stall and couldn't see anything.  And my poor aunt, who was just
coming in, looked at us as though we were possessed.  Her keys and purse
both lay on the floor, dropped from her surprised hands when we screamed.

   She of course shushed us, trying not to laugh.  I know I laughed.  It
was God damn hilarious.  Now that we knew she was not a rapist axe-murderer
type person.  When we were down, we waited for her so that we could walk
back together.  My aunt is a pretty cool person all in all.  I felt alot
safer with her there.

   When we got back to the RV, my uncle was standing outside, smoking a
cigarette.  The red-orange glow flared each time he took a breath.  He
stood with one hand in his pocket and shifting his weight from side to
side.

   "Everything all right?" he asked as we got closer.

   "Everything's fine," replied my aunt.  "The girls got a bit frightened
is all."

   My uncle grinned at that.  Not malicious.  Just amused.  He ground out
the butt beneath his foot.  It still made me feel embarrassed and I was
glad for the shadow and gaunt light.  I didn't say a word.

   My aunt held the door open for us as we filed back inside the RV, and
shushed Mike out to wait with his dad.  Mike had already changed into a
pair of sweats and a tshirt.  I couldn't help but drop my eyes as he crept
past.  It was just a quick look, and I was sure no one noticed.  Not even
him.  It gave me a small thrill to see his package bob around in his sweats
as he walked.  I knew immediately he wasnt wearing underwear and I wished I
could have gotten a better look.

   With the boys gone, it was our turn to get ready.  Now I should explain
something about myself.  I was introduced quite early into sexual
awareness. It wasn't my choice, but it was something that I came to be able
to enjoy.  In fact, after "that" ended, I had quickly found other ways to
achieve the same feelings.  Namely myself.  Boyfriends would come later. 
And they did.  They came alot.  But I am getting time frames confused. 
Needless to say, I found the joys of masturbation to be quite satisfying.

   However, for the past three days, I hadn't been able to indulge myself.
There hadn't been any privacy for me while they were there.  And really,
you have to understand, masturbation had been a nightly ritual for me for
years!  How can I explain the feeling of pressure in my crotch?  The
continual ebb and wax of a tide of arousal.  The wanting to just stick my
hand down my pants and just ride the fall as it took me to familiar
heights?

   Up until this time, I really hadn't thought much about girls.  Girls
were friends, while boys were something to be utterly desired and
possessed. Yet here I was, horny as all hell, and getting nearly naked with
three other females.  It sent shivers throughout my body as my hair stood
on end.

   I tried not to notice.  I really did.  yet, through the corner of my
eyes, I paid very close attention.  Carey had of course the least amount of
modesty as she shucked both her shirt and jeans, kicking them into the
corner as she pulled a blue nightshirt over her slim frame.  Her breasts
were barely noticeable.  Little more than swelled nipples, still in the
first stages of growth.

   Though, I am the one to talk.  At the time, my breasts were not even as
large as Lori's and she was a year younger than I was!  I had bras even
though I really didn't need them.  Besides, I hated wearing the things, so
I seldom did.  Today hadn't been an exception.

   Except, just then I found myself wishing that I had worn one, so I could
do as Lori did.  She stripped off her shirt, revealing a modest bra with
almost a good B cup of breast.  It wasn't the first time I had seen her
like this, but it was the first time I had really paid attention.

   She slipped on her nightshirt over her bra before reaching up and taking
it off from underneath.  Had I foresight to having to change in someone
else's company!  It just had not even entered my mind, like so many other
things that seem unimportant at the time, until you need them later. 
Instead, I just hurried through my own change of clothing, trying to expose
myself as little as possible, but all the time wishing that they, or anyone
would look, and feeling myself become even more aroused.

   My aunt did much the same as Lori did.  Her breasts were full, probably
a good D, with ample cleavage spilling over the top.  She was attractive
still, though she had to be approaching 40.  I could only hope I could be
so lucky when I was that age.

   Carey and Lori, who had by now both shimmied from her jeans, had climbed
into the large overhead bed above the driver and passenger seats.  It had
been decided beforehand that I would join them.  It would be a bit cramped,
but it was better than the floor.

   Mike would take the small bed that converted from the couch, while my
aunt and uncle would take their customary place on the bed that was
converted from the dropped table.  It really was interesting to see the
transformation from day mode to night mode.

   I climbed up into the hidey hole bed and the curtains were pulled shut
by lori as Mike and his dad were allowed back into the RV.  After some
settling, I found myself squished into the middle.  Smaller even than my
bed at home, I found that it wasn't so bad, I told myself.  It was actually
kind of fun as we giggled and whispered...  that is until we were told to
knock it off and go to sleep.

   The problem is, I couldn't.  Not only were my ears ringing from the
constant blurr of traffic noise, but something else was ringing within me
as well.

   I fought the urge for as long as I dared.  Thankfully, it didn't take
long before snores and deep breathing drenched the very air, so that it
practically dripped down the walls of the RV.  Lori was sprawled on her
stomach to my left, her arm under her pillow.  Her bare leg burned against
my own as I lay still on my back.  Carey lay on her side with her back to
me, on my right and hemmed in by the cab's outer wall.

   A slight breeze wafted in through the small open window and through the
vent in the roof.  There were no blankets.  There was no need.  It was
plenty warm inside the RV.  Especially when sharing a bed with two other
hot blooded bodies.

   When I was pretty sure neither Lori or Carey were awake, I nudged Lori
with my elbow, testing her, just to make sure.  Once, then twice to no
effect.  Satisfied, I moved on to Carey and repeated my test.  Satisfied, I
moved my leg so that my thigh rested under her rear end, tucking my knee
into the back of her knees.  Still no response.

   Perfect, I thought to myself.

   Reaching downward, my hand grazed against my bare thigh.  Thanks to the
position of my leg, my nightshirt was already scrunched around my waist. 
My tummy fluttered in anticipation to what I was about to do.  It was so
risky, it was utterly delicious.

   I caressed the inside of my thigh for a moment, enjoying the tickling
sensation before slipping my fingers under the side band of my panties.  I
was already quite damp, having been in and out of arousal all day and the
touch of my fingers on my labia sent shockwaves through my system.

   As I pressed down, cupping myself, I stretched the muscles in my legs,
pushing them straight and pointing my toes.  My thighs clamped against my
hand as I pressed inward with my palm, before relaxing again.

   I had to fight to not make noise.  I am by nature, noisy during sex, but
not like that fake shit they always show in pornos.  My tendency is to
whimper.  I have been told it is adorable and so I don't usually attempt to
stop.  Again, when I masturbate, I am usually alone, so I don't have to
worry about being loud then either.  Having someone wake up, wondering why
I was mewling like a new born kitten...  Would be embarrassing.  Yes,
indeedy.

   So to keep myself from echoing off the tin walls and making the truckers
in their idling Semi's have wet dreams, I sank my teeth into a good bit of
neckline from my night shirt.  Breathing through seething teeth, my left
hand slipped down, caressing and baring my tummy before slipping down
further.

   My fingers slipped under my waist band.  A part of me recognized the
need to shave again as the stubble on my mons pricked at my fingers.  I
promised myself I would take care of that my next shower and hoped it would
be soon.  Pressing down on the mons, my other hand began a rhythmatic
rubbing of my labia.  Soon, the fingers on my left hand snaked from my
mons, downward to the top of my slit, as my right hand continued to work
their magic directly against my puffy lips.

   That first contact with my clitoris has always made me jump.  That night
was no different as my muscles bucked reflexively, shaking the bed.  I was
too far gone to care overly much, though I did slow somewhat in my
self-ministrations.

   When it became apparent that I had escaped notice, my finger quickly
brought my clitoris into the game.  My palm continued to apply pressure and
release to my mons, stimulating my gspot from the outside.

   As I felt myself build, pressure filled my groin.  It spread through my
thighs and gut and into my breasts and heart.  My nipples, hard steel
bumps, scratched against the fabric of my nightshirt.  It only enhanced the
sensations of rolling my clitoris with my finger.

   With every undulation of my vaginal muscles, I could feel myself become
wetter as my body anticipated entry.  The heat...  The fire...  It felt as
though I would burn to ashes, despite and perhaps because of all the fluid
I was releasing.

   Who was I to deny what my body craved?  Even as I rolled my clitoris
between thumb and forefinger, catapulting fiery globs of sensation
throughout my body, the index finger of my right hand parted my labia and
slid straight inside.  My nose flared with the need for more air as I
ground my teeth against the fabric of my nightshirt.

   My vaginal walls constricted around my finger and I could feel every
millimeter in excruciating detail.  I stopped working my clitoris while I
enjoyed the feeling of my finger burying deep inside myself until my
knuckles pressed hard against my labia and I could go no further.  Only
then did I resume a rigorous pursuit of my clitoris while at the same time
gliding my finger in almost effortless but quick motion.

   I was close.  Very close.

   I could feel myself becoming lost in the familiar myopic chaos that
would bring me to the brink and beyond.  Just a little more.  I needed it
so bad my legs shook with desire.

   It was at that moment Carey sighed and rolled over so she was facing me.
Her bended knee covered the lower part of my thigh.  The unexpected touch
of her warm skin threw me over the edge like a NASCAR flinging itself off a
cliff at nearly 300 mph.

   My mouth opened, dropping the soaked material.  My body became rigid
with strain.  The muscles within my vagina spasmed with combustible
explosions that echoed and chased themselves throughout my body.

   As I relaxed, and my thoughts once more became my own, I slipped my
hands from beneath my panties.  I was worried.  Was Carey awake?  She
hadn't moved since she rolled over.  She had to be still asleep.  Right?

   Turning my attention to her, I took heart in her shallow breathing.  I
watched her in the pale light as she slept.  It was ironic how she would
never know how she helped me orgasm that night.

   I felt a surge of love for my cousins at that moment.  Smiling and
feeling a hundred times better, I rested my hand on Carey's leg as it
draped over my own.  Her skin was soft and very warm.

   My last thoughts before I drifted to sleep were of being snuggled by
both Carey and Lori, with me in the middle.  If only...

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