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 ï>¿Joanie Goes Home for a Family Event byJBEdwardsÂ(C)

   I had just returned from my second trip to New York where I had fallen
hard for Mike's cousin Philip.  I was now in love with two men at the same
time, and they were cousins.  How messed up is that?  My head was spinning
constantly and I had no idea what to do about it. 

   It came as a relief when I got the call from my Mom to come home.  She
and my Dad were organizing a family based party for my grandmother's
birthday, since she was about to turn 65.  My cousins were coming from St.
Louis, and I always enjoyed them, especially Ramon.  Ramon and I were first
cousins and only a year apart (he was the older one) and we had always had
fun playing together whenever they visited when we were children.  I had
not seen them in a long time. 

   I am 19, and since Ramon is two years older, he must be 21 years old.  I
wondered what he looked like.  I quickly checked Facebook and found him. 
He was a hunk!  My cousin was completely gorgeous.  I asked to friend him,
and only minutes later we were Facebook friends. 

   I had an exam coming up, but as soon as it was over I found a ride home
and went.  Knowing it would be a few hours in a car to get home, I dressed
casually, in shorts, a tee shirt, and sneakers.  I got in the car of the
boy who had answered my post on the electronic ride board and sat in the
car.  I realized that my shorts (like all my shorts) were very short, and
rode up a bit in my crotch. 

   The boy's name was Carl.  As I sat in the passenger seat, I saw that my
legs were very nicely displayed to him.  Fortunately my bra and tee shirt
were correct, and most girls wore shorts like mine, so I was not concerned.
I did however notice that Carl had trouble concentrating on the road and a
bit too often he looked over at my legs. 

   After an hour or so, we stopped at a roadside coffee shop, mostly to use
the bathroom, but we also had a nice cup of coffee, and since we had not
talked much in the car, we used the occasion to get to know each other a
little.  It turned out the person we knew in common was my boyfriend Mike,
as Carl and Mike were in classes together.

   Apparently Carl already knew all about me, having often spoken with
Mike. This made me a bit nervous, since Mike was not always the most
discrete person in the world.  But at the coffee shop he also told me that
he had bought a drink from me at the Casino party, when I was a "French
maid" cocktail waitress. 

   He also said I looked great dressed as a French maid, and he loved it
when I curtsied after he left me a tip.  I knew that when I curtsied the
skimpy French maid outfit would billow out, exposing my entire boobs,
including the nipples.  I was drunk, randy, and out of control at the
Casino party. 

   "You mean I looked hot, don't you?" I said, trying to get him to put his
cards on the table. 

   "Well, yes, since you put it that way," Carl replied.  "Especially at
the end, when you went topless."

   I blushed.  "Oh," I said.  There was silence for a while.  "You were
there for that, I guess.  I was drunk, and it was Mike's doing, and I am
quite embarrassed."

   Carl said, "I understand.  Don't worry about it.  You look just as
pretty now, and actually just as hot today, all properly dressed."

   That remark did in fact make me more relaxed, and I do respond well to
complements.  I said, "Thank you, Carl.  Shall we resume the driving, now?
Would you like me to drive?" I was hoping that he would let me drive, since
for safety's sake he seemed too distracted by my legs during the first leg
of the trip.

   "Actually, I have a proposition to make, and I hope you will not get
offended," Carl said.

   I was already offended in anticipation.  I do not know why people are so
stupid to say such preambles to what are invariably offensive remarks to
follow.  "Out with it, Carl," I said, wanting to get it over with.  My tone
of voice had an edge to it.  What he said surprised me a lot.

   "If you ride topless for the next hour of the trip, your share of the
gas will be nothing," he said.

   "Carl, that is extremely offensive, and not something you cannot just
out and ask a girl, at least not one you respect," I replied, trying hard
not just to slap him.  It did occur to me that perhaps he did not respect
me, given my past outlandish behavior. 

   Again I wondered how much Mike had told him.  Had he told him I was an
exhibitionist?  Or that when I'm drunk I am much too easy to get into bed?
I decided I had to be careful with Carl.

   "Offering money to me to get me to ride topless is treating me like a
whore," I continued.

   "I'm sorry Joanie," he replied quickly.  "I would never have asked were
it not for having seen you that way at the Casino party.  I have not been
able to forget it, and I think about it all the time.  And now here you are
here with me in the flesh and in my car and it is driving me nuts.  I'm so
sorry I offended you."

   I was now fairly sure Mike had told Carl a lot about me.  For all I
knew, he had offered me the ride just to get me in his car with him for a
few hours.  Perhaps he had even discussed it with Mike and Mike had coached
him on ways to get me to have sex him.  I knew Mike had done such things in
the past.  I was on my guard.

   I have no idea why, but I said, "That's okay." Then I compounded my
stupidity with a reassuring tone of voice and a smile.  Carl exhaled, and I
realized he had been holding his breath.  I began to think the whole thing
was cute and even felt sorry for him a little. 

   He was just yet another awkward teenage boy, and probably he had often
masturbated to memories of me at the Casino party.  That thought made me
happy, actually.  I liked the idea of men fantasizing about me.  I wondered
if he had ever even been with a girl.  I decided he had not yet taken the
leap. 

   I took his hand, pulled him up from his seat, and led him outside around
to the rear of the coffee shop.  "Let's get rid of the tension, for the
sake of safe driving, OK?" I said.  Carl nodded, sheepishly.

   I pulled off my tee shirt and removed my bra.  Carl just stared and his
mouth fell slightly open.  Then I pulled him toward me and gave him an open
mouth kiss.  He kissed back and we held the kiss a long time, our tongues
mixing with each other's.  "You can fondle my breasts if you want," I said.

   Carl stepped back and fondled my breasts with a soft touch; it was more
like a caress.  When I dressed in the morning I had applied perfume to the
undersides of my breasts, and he inhaled deeply and sighed.  Then he kissed
them and sucked a nipple.  This tends to drive me crazy, and this time was
no exception.

   It's not that my breasts are erogenous.  They are not.  It's more the
psychological pleasure of having a man be so sexual with them.  As he
kissed and fondled my breasts, after a few minutes I put my hands on his
pants and discovered he had a major hard on.  I love it when I give a man a
hard on.  It makes me feel powerful and desirable.  "This is enough, time
to get back on the road," I said.

   Carl ignored my words and reached to undo my shorts.  I pulled away and
said, "Carl, do not take advantage," but said it breathlessly, revealing my
arousal.  I pulled farther away and put my tee shirt back on, leaving my
bra off, and put my bra in my purse. 

   "Compromise," I said.  "I'll stay this way for the next hour, if you let
me drive." Carl nodded.  As we left, I noticed there were two truckers who
had walked to the truck parking behind the coffee shop and who had been
watching my short-lived topless display.  This got me a little aroused, I
smiled at them as we walked back to the front of the coffee shop.

   Back in the car with me driving, Carl out-and-out stared at my legs,
being liberated from the necessity to watch the road ahead.  He put his
hand on my right thigh and began to stroke it softly, barely touching me,
tickling the tiny hairs on my thigh.  This is quite erotic, actually, and I
removed his hand.  Five minutes later it was back. 

   I removed his hand a second time, and five minutes later it was back
again.  The fourth time he put it on my thigh, I gave up and let it stay
there.  As he stroked my thigh, it began to get to me.  Not just his hand,
but the memory of having just been topless outdoors at the back of the
coffee shop, and the looks the truckers gave me, especially when I smiled
at them.

   His hand began to move closer to my crotch, until it was right at my
cunt, which fortunately was protected both by my shorts and my panties.  It
was getting difficult to concentrate on the road.

   He removed his hand and I heard myself exhale gratefully.  But it was
short-lived, since he next pushed up my tee shirt up over my boobs.  He was
taking unfair advantage of the fact that I was driving and therefore I was
not able fully to fight back.  But of course it was easy for me to use one
hand to pull my tee shirt back down, and I told him, "Enough, Carl.  Game
time is over.  I'm driving and it's not safe.  Hands off me, please."

   It was a mistake to use the word please.  That made it a request, not a
command.  Carl would not give up, and after a repetitive struggle, I ended
up driving a good 15 miles with my tee shirt above my boobs, and with Carl
fondling them.  Several motorists passing us got good looks, and a couple
of pick-up trucks ended up driving parallel to us in the left lane so the
driver could enjoy the view, even while driving.  I smiled at them.  This
of course turned me on. 

   I finally pulled my tee shirt down when we entered the county of my
parents' home.  I drove to within a half hour of my parents' home, and then
we stopped again at another roadside coffee shop.  After our coffees, I led
Carl again to behind the coffee shop. 

   This time there was no truck parking, but the back of the coffee shop
was not a solid wall, but rather had windows with people sitting at tables
looking out at the woods a short distance away.

   We stood at the beginning of the woods, partially hidden by a few trees.
But I knew we could be seen if people wanted to look.  This time Carl was
more confident and more aggressive.  He wanted a full frontal.  I said no,
he could only see my boobs when I put my bra back on.

   Carl grabbed me and kissed me.  It was a great kiss.  As he kissed me he
reached down, unsnapped and unzipped my shorts, and stuck his hand all the
way down to my cunt, and quickly stuck a finger in me.  I was not wet to
receive it, but to my surprise I liked the rough treatment, and I got wet
almost instantly.  I had never been treated roughly before.  This was new
to me.  I pulled away in alarm saying, "Carl!  How dare you!"

   He said, "Come on," grabbed my hand and led me deeper into the small
woods behind the coffee shop.  We stopped inside a small grove of trees,
which shielded us somewhat from prying eyes, but certainly not completely.
Then he kissed me again, reached inside my tee shirt and fondled my
breasts, never breaking the kiss. 

   After doing this for a good 5 minutes or so, he again unbuckled my
shorts and quickly pushed them down.  I let him do this, I don't know why;
other than his kissing was so good I did not want it to stop, plus the
eroticism of possibly being seen.

   Carl stepped back, looking at me dressed in a tee shirt now pushed up
above my bare breasts, and panties.  He said, "OK beautiful.  How about a
full frontal?"

   The combination of calling me beautiful and the crudeness of asking for
a full frontal got to me.  Plus the idea of becoming naked for him behind
the coffee shop, only partially obscured by the trees, turned me on. 

   I removed my tee shirt, turned around with my back to him and took off
my panties, and then slowly turned to face him, only to find both him and
his iPhone camera facing me.

   He had taken a video of me undressing and then turning around naked and
smiling.  I did not care; it would be just one more video and pictures of
me going around the college.  OK, actually I did care, and maybe I sighed a
little, but when he took me in his arms and kissed me with delicacy and
passion, I let it be. 

   I could not get him to delete the video, and I tried mightily.  I did
however get him to promise not to let anyone see it.  Of course I had no
faith he would keep the promise.  Boys like to brag to other boys by
humiliating their women; I knew that.  I also got a little more aroused by
imagining him masturbating in the future while watching this video of me. 

   I broke the kiss after a short while, and quickly got dressed to be
presentable to my parents.  Carl's thrills were over, and when we got to my
home I shook his hand and thanked him for the ride.  I also paid him my
share of the gas. 

   I could barely contain my excitement about being home.  I got a big hug
from my Mom and kisses on the cheek from my father. 

   My little sister Sarah (now 18, and looking like a little sexpot) was in
her senior year at high school, and I was surprised to see how she had
grown up just in the year I was in college.  She was a looker, very easy on
the eyes. 

   Sarah has long blonde hair which curls as it fall over her shoulders. 
She has striking blue eyes, and her face is perfectly symmetric; the type
of face you find on women's fashion magazines.  Her skin was perfect and
glowing, and her young body was proportioned so that she was every man's
wet dream.  Even better, depending on one's taste, she was smart, and her
eyes sparkled with the mischief of intelligence. 

   Anyway I was thrilled to see her, and she to see me, and we hugged
too. 

   My mother said the cousins would be staying with us, and I would stay in
Sarah's room, while Ramon's parents would stay in my old room.  The two
boys would sleep on cots in the basement.  I knew it would be fun for me to
stay with Sarah; we could stay up late talking.  We both loved to do
that. 

   My mother also asked me to take care of the boys' needs, as she would
have her hands full with her sister and brother-in-law.  I knew she was not
making a sexual pun when the spoke of the "boys' needs," and I thought it
odd that I had instantly thought of the pun.  I also knew what she meant
about her sister and her husband: They were high maintenance.  I said of
course, no problem. 

   My aunt was my mother's twin sister.  In fact they are identical twins.
Often identical twins begin by being completely identical, but as they age
and develop distinct personalities their appearances differ.  Even wearing
their hair differently is enough to distinguish most twins. 

   Not so with my mother and her sister.  They have always looked
completely identical and acted identically.  They live a few hundred miles
apart, but still each wear their hair in exactly the same way as the other.
It's as if they share the same brain. 

   When I was in high school I would ask my mother about her past and her
own experiences growing up.  She never wanted to talk about them.  One
night, however, when she had too much to drink, she opened up a little.  My
grandfather died when the twins were just three years old, and my
grandmother was left a single mother with twin girls, and no skills.  They
grew up dirt poor.

   The twins left home at 18, got minimum wage jobs, and shared a one-room
apartment.  They were pretty and had no trouble finding dates with boys and
soon each had a boyfriend.  One time they double dated, and having got
quite a bit drunk, went to the rest room together and decided to exchange
clothes and for each to return to the other girl's boyfriend. 

   They each spent the night with the other girl's boyfriend.  Each boy
could not get over how each one of them had changed in bed, and each was
thrilled with the change, not realizing it was in fact the other twin. 
They never did realize they were not fucking their girlfriends but the twin
sisters of their girlfriends.  Disgusted, the twins both dumped their
boyfriends the next day.

   Obviously there was a lot more to that story than the bare outline my
mother told me, but after she had said that much, she clammed up.  I was
too surprised and shocked to push for more.  So that is all that I know.

   After that, I began to realize my mother was more complicated than I had
previously thought.  Before that one night when she shared that story, she
had simply been my mother.  Now she had become an interesting person.

   Sarah and I went out to the garden and sat on the hammock and gabbed. 
She wanted to know all about college.  I could always trust Sarah, and I
told her I was in love with two men, Mike and Philip, and if that was not
bad enough, they were cousins to each other!  I did not tell her any of the
salacious details, or about my discovery that I was an exhibitionist, of
course.  That was too personal.

   I did tell her I was a horrible tease, and explained how I liked to
tease men by dressing provocatively.  We shared the same gene pool, so it
did not surprise me when she expressed the most interest when I said that.

   "Joanie, can you teach me how to do that?  I would love to tease the
guys at school," she said.

   "Why is that?" I asked.  She seemed to me to be a bit young for such an
ambition. 

   "Well," Sarah said and then paused.  "I am not sure how to put this
exactly, but apparently you were pretty wild in high school and have quite
a reputation in these parts." My heart sank, and my stomach rose up into my
neck, or so it seemed.  "I think being a tease is expected of me, since I'm
your sister."

   "Jesus H.  Christ," I said, half under my breath.

   "Oh, Joanie," Sarah replied quickly, "No worries.  It's making me
popular, and I am proud of you.  Everyone thinks you are amazing around
here.  All the girls worship you, and the boys wish I were you.  I'm very
proud to be your little sister."

   We sat in silence for a while.  Then Sarah said, "But I do want to be
able to come through with what is expected of me."

   "You mean you want sexually to tease boys, right?  Nothing else?" I
asked. 

   "Yes, exactly.  What do you mean, nothing else?" Sarah clearly did not
know what I meant.

   "Well Sarah," I replied, "If you tease boys, some might expect you to
back it up with sexual favors.  I don't want you to have to deal with
that."

   "Joanie, don't worry.  I'm 18.  I know my way around a boy."

   We sat quietly for a while.  I reflected on things.  I guessed this is
normal teenage development, and I was her older sister, after all, although
only by a year.  I said, "OK, Sarah.  How about we tease Ramon and Carlos
this weekend?  It's a gold plated opportunity.  And since they're our first
cousins they could not possibly think sex was in the offing."

   Sarah was all smiles.  We had fun swinging on the hammock, talking
sister talk, and a few hours later our Dad came out to fire up the grill,
and minutes later the cousins' car pulled up and the four of them came
walking up the driveway.  When Ramon and Carlos saw us girls sitting there,
they broke into a run. 

   Ramon and Carlos looked hot.  They had both grown into handsome, even
lady killer handsome, young men.  Ramon was 21 as I said, and Carlos was
18. Sarah and I were not bad looking ourselves, and I could see in their
eyes that they were thinking, "Our cousins are babes."

   We had a wonderful meal; my father grills a great steak.  There was a
big cake for my grandmother, and the adults let all four of us drink wine
with the meal.  It was natural for Ramon and me to drink, but I was a
little surprised they let Carlos and Sarah drink.  But after all, it was my
grandmother's birthday.  We gave her presents and everyone was happy.

   After dinner I took Ramon and Carlos downstairs and showed them where
they would be sleeping.  Our basement had always been the playroom, and it
had a computer and a nice TV.  The boys dumped their overnight bags and we
all went back upstairs. 



   After Sarah and I retired to our room, late that night I left to use the
bathroom.  I heard my mother moaning in her bedroom.  I had a premonition
something was up, so I hid in the alcove in the hallway to wait to see what
would happen.  A few minutes later I saw not my mother, but my aunt, my
mother's twin sister, leave my mother's bedroom.  She was naked and had
clearly just had sex.  She had been the one moaning, not my Mom.

   My aunt was in her late 40s, but had the body of a 25 year old.  She
looked hot.

   My mother came down the hall from the bedroom of my aunt and uncle, also
naked and dripping cum from her crotch.  She had the same great body as my
aunt.  They gave each other the high five, and continued to the bathroom,
and then each left to find their spouses. 

   They looked so much alike; I used their different wedding rings to make
sure I was right.  I was right.

   I realized they were still pulling the stunt my Mom had told me about
that night she got drunk and told me stories!  Now in their late 40s, they
were secretly "wife swapping" only I guess in their case it was "husband
swapping." They were fooling their own husbands of 20+ years. 

   A good question was why they wanted to do this.  Was it just for kicks?
Was it just to see if they still could get away with it?  Was it the thrill
of fucking someone other than one's husband, with him doing the same
without knowing?  Who knew?  I did not go there.  I did not mention what I
had seen to Sarah, or to anyone else.

   Later that night, when we heard snoring from the adults, I told Sarah to
wear panties, a tee shirt that stopped just below the bottom of her
panties, and nothing else.  In particular, I told her not to wear her
bra. 

   We were going to the basement to see our cousins, and to propose we all
watch some late night TV.  We both applied some of my sexiest perfume.  I
told her to put some under her boobs, and she did.  It was going to be a
fun and educational tease.  Or so I thought.

   On the way to the basement, I grabbed a bottle of my Dad's Scotch
whiskey, and four glasses, putting ice cubes in each one.  We tiptoed down
to the basement, and I was pleased to find the TV on and the boys watching
it.  We would not have to wake them up.

   When they heard us on the stairs (one stair to the basement creaks),
they quickly shut off the TV.  They were too slow however: I saw they had
been watching porn.  Apparently they had brought a porn DVD and were using
the DVD player.  I laughed to myself.  Boys will be boys.  I was glad my
innocent sister Sarah had not seen it, since she was behind me on the
stairs. 

   They were happy to see us, and I proposed we all watch some TV together.
They were in pajamas and they were busy checking us out in our scantily
clad outfits.  I could tell they were wondering if we were wearing bras, or
not.  They both had erections tenting in their pajama bottoms, but while
they tried to hide them, they failed.  Sarah and I of course noticed. 

   We had a big couch in the basement and I sat on it, patting the seat
next to me and beckoning Ramon.  Sarah copied me as I had earlier
instructed her to do, and she beckoned Carlos.  I had grabbed the remote
and turned on the system, and of course the porn began again.  It began
from the beginning.

   Ramon turned red and tried to grab the remote but I held it far to the
side.  He leaned over me to try to get it, but all he got while trying is
an inadvertent feel of my boobs.  Now he was even more embarrassed, and I
got the giggles. 

   The porn was just beginning, so I managed to learn the story line.  It
was incest porn, a brother and a sister.  That seemed a curious choice to
me, to bring incest porn when coming to visit one's cousins.  I should have
seen it as a warning, but the whole idea of incest with my cousins was just
not in the realm of possibility for me. 

   It was a good DVD, as it actually had a plot, where the sister gradually
seduces the brother into having sex with her, by teasing him to the point
of total exasperation.  Interesting choice I thought again, to watch at
your cousins' house.  I got seriously aroused when we all four saw the
sister and brother finally fuck.  It was the long build up and tension that
made the sex scenes so powerful.

   I looked over to see Ramon's reaction, but he was not watching the TV,
he was staring at my legs and looking over at the damp spot on my panties,
not covered by the tee shirt due to the way I was sitting. 

   I asked Ramon while the elaborate seduction was taking place on screen
what he thought of incest.  He seemed at a loss for words, still suffering
from embarrassment.  Then Sarah asked Carlos what he thought, and he said,
"Well, I think the movie is pretty hot.  I don't think the actors are
related, but the idea is hot."

   "Good thing then you don't have a sister," Sarah said.

   "Yeah," I said, "All the boys have is first cousins." I shook my chest
so that my boobs jiggled.  I was back to teasing.

   "You got that right," Ramon said, and he grabbed the remote and shut off
the TV.  He got up, went to the computer and put on some music.  He kept
the sound level low, so as not to disturb the sleeping adults.  Then he
looked at me and said, "Want to dance?"

   I got up and moved to him, and motioned to Sarah.  She then got up and
pulled Carlos up with her.  The song was a slow dance, so the boys put
their arms around us and pulled us into them, pressing our breasts into
their chests.  It was now clear to them we were both braless.

   I positioned myself so that Sarah could see me.  She nodded
imperceptibly.  I put my arms around Ramon's neck.  Sarah did the same with
Carlos.  Then I began to run my hands through Ramon's thick and lush hair.
Sarah did the same with Carlos.

   I pressed against Ramon and could feel his cock begin to harden.  Sarah
did the same, and suddenly grinned at me.  I figured Carlos' cock was hard,
too.  I upped the ante and unbuttoned Ramon's pajama tops and began to
stroke his chest hair.  Sarah did the same with Carlos.  Ramon put his
hands on my panty covered ass, and I let him.  Carlos did the same with
Sarah. 

   Ramon and Carlos clearly did not know how to handle this unexpected
situation, with their hot to trot girl cousins coming on to them.  But they
both had red blood in their veins, and after I began to stroke the hair on
Ramon's chest, he held my head and brought my mouth to his lips and began
to kiss me. 

   I had considered this possibility, and had decided in advance if it came
to that, it was OK to be kissing cousins with Ramon.  After all, I had
known him since birth, and truly did love him as a brother.  Kisses are
harmless, just expressions of affection, and that we clearly had for each
other.  So I kissed back, a rather chaste, closed mouth kiss, so that it
was affectionate, but not too sexy.

   I had discussed the possibility that our teasing would lead to kissing
with Sarah, and had told her how to behave.  She had nodded agreement and
seemed excited about the possibility.

   This time it was Carlos who copied his older brother and began to kiss
Sarah.  Ramon escalated the kiss to give me a super sexy open mouth kiss
and I was embarrassed not to respond, so I did in kind, but then I was
getting much too turned on.  So I broke the kiss and said, "Who needs a
drink?  I brought downstairs some of my Dad's Scotch whiskey."

   Sarah did not break her kiss with Carlos; she was clearly enjoying it.
Carlos had slipped his hands under her tee shirt and was fondling her
breasts.  This was definitely an escalation, no longer affection, but
sexual.

   I was alarmed, but I rationalized it as harmless enough.  I just did not
know if Sarah was sophisticated enough to know how graciously to stop
Carlos if he tried to go further.  I decided to monitor the situation, but
not to intervene at this point.

   I poured each of Ramon and myself a lot of Scotch; the ice cubes had
melted somewhat, but there was still enough left to make it a Scotch on the
rocks.  We both took healthy swigs.

   We sat on the couch and drank the Scotch.  In between sips, Ramon would
kiss me.  God, the man was sexy.  Too bad he was my cousin.  I was enjoying
myself and getting a nice buzz and had forgotten about Sarah.  I looked
over at her and her tee shirt was off; she was now wearing only her
panties. Carlos was still kissing her and his hands were all over her as
they pretended to dance, but he had left alone both her panties and what
lay beneath them. 

   Looking more closely, I saw that Carlos had lost his shirt, and Sarah
was pushing down his pajama bottoms.  My little sister needed no help from
me; that seemed clear.  My idea of stopping Carlos had now morphed into how
do I stop my little sister Sarah!

   Carlos' hard cock popped out, and Sarah broke away to get a good look at
it.  I wondered from our talks this afternoon just how many hard cocks
Sarah had already seen.  I myself had seen plenty, I can assure you.  From
my statistics class skills that I learned at college I had even estimated
the mean and standard deviation of cock size.  Of course, despite my
promiscuity, my sample size was still small.

   I got up and walked over to Sarah.  I pulled her away and whispered to
her, "Sarah this is going beyond teasing.  You and Carlos are getting
sexual.  You can't do that, it's incest."

   Sarah replied, "Sorry Sis.  You're right.  I'll calm things down.  Have
fun with Ramon, though." Reassured, I went back and sat on the couch.

   After I joined Ramon on the couch, he looked over and saw what Carlos
and Sarah were up to.  He pulled me off the couch, and quick as a bunny he
pulled my tee shirt up and off.  Then he took off his pajamas.  Now he and
Carlos were both naked, and Sarah and I were both only in panties. 

   "Oh my God, Joanie, You are the most beautiful and sexy woman I have
ever seen," Ramon said, while he stared at my boobs and my curves.  Sarah
looked up when he said that, and at that moment I knew I had lost all
credibility with Sarah.

   This was getting out of control.  I took a large swig of the whiskey and
loudly said, "I am also your first cousin, Ramon." Then idiotically I
quietly added, "And you have a gorgeous cock.  More's the pity."

   Being cousins no longer seemed to be stopping Sarah and Carlos, however.
Me losing my shirt had in effect given her a green light.  Sarah was
fondling Carlos' cock while they pretended to dance, and he was moving his
hands towards her panties. 

   Before I could even speak or react he reached her panties and quickly
pulled them down.  Instead of protesting, pulling them back up, or even
being embarrassed, Sarah calmly stepped out of them and resumed fondling
his cock.

   Ramon moved towards me and I said, "No way, Ramon.  Stop right there. 
We're cousins."

   "So are Carlos and Sarah, and look at them," Ramon replied, softly, so
Carlos and Sarah did not hear. 

   "Yes," I said.  "We should stop them before they go too far."

   "Let them be," Ramon said.  "We're not their parents.  And they're just
having some harmless fun." Then he paused, reflecting it seemed, and
continued, "Would you, if we were not cousins?" Ramon asked. 

   Again in a fit of stupidity I said, "In a heartbeat, you sexy man.  But
no way, 'cause you are, remember?" Then I added, "I love you, Ramon, I
always have.  But I don't love you as a woman loves a man.  I love you as
one loves a wonderful member of the family.  There's a difference."

   "I know," Ramon said.  "A big one.  But your heart has room for multiple
sorts of love at once." Ramon was not giving up.

   I then saw that Sarah was lying naked on the ground and Carlos was
fingering her.  Her breathing was already heavy, and her breasts were
heaving.  Her legs were spread to give Carlos' finger easy access.  I left
them alone.  They were not fucking, so I still again idiotically
rationalized it as somewhat harmless, a good experience for her.  Besides,
she was 18, old enough to make her own decisions.  I truly do not think
well when I'm drunk. 

   Some kind of older and protective sister I was!  I became ashamed of my
inaction, but still I did nothing.  Ramon reminded me I was not Sarah's
parent.  No, they were upstairs committing adultery, I quietly thought to
myself. 

   I noticed Ramon was behind me, kissing my back.  He moved his arms
around me and fondled my breasts, constantly kissing my back.  "Your
perfume is driving me insane," he said. 

   I replied, "If you stop fondling my boobs, leave me, and go back and sit
on the couch, my perfume will cease to bother you," but I gave myself away
because my voice was breathy and halting.  All three of them, and in
particular Ramon, knew I was aroused.

   Ramon patted the seat on the couch next to him, as I had done at the
beginning of our evening.  I went and sat next to him.  "Let's make a bet,"
he said. 

   "OK," I said, as I drank some more whiskey and refilled his glass. 

   Ramon said, "I'll bet that Sarah gives Carlos a blowjob while we watch."

   "No way," I said.  "What they're doing now is as far as Sarah will go".
I looked over and Sarah was writhing on the floor, naked, while Carlos was
also naked with a super erection, and was rapidly fingering her to an
inevitable orgasm.  I wondered if I were right.  The idea of just teasing
our cousins was a rapidly disappearing memory.

   "I say we bet," Ramon continued.  "If I'm right, I get to have my way
with you.  If you're right, I'll stop pressuring you for sex.  Deal?"

   "That does not sound like equal stakes, Ramon," I said.  "I cannot
possibly let you take me.  We're first cousins.  It's incest."

   "But you want to, don't you?" Ramon said, looking cocky. 

   "Yes," I replied, "But that's not the point!" I was not sure how
convincing I was, sitting on the couch next to him with his erect cock
pointing up, and me naked except for my panties, my boobs practically
touching him and a near constant destination for his eyes.

   "I can seduce you without the bet.  You know that.  This way you have a
chance to escape without incest.  Besides you are sure you are right,
aren't you?"

   "Ramon you cocky bastard," I said, looking down at his cock and admiring
my own pun, "Nobody, including you, can seduce me if I don't want to be
seduced.  You are nuts."

   "Bet?" Ramon persisted, as his hand stroked my naked thigh, dangerously
close to my sex.

   "OK, you bastard.  Bet."

   Ramon said, "Look," and pointed to Carlos and Sarah.  Sarah was lying on
the floor, legs apart, her pussy glistening with her juices, and it was
obvious she had enjoyed a orgasm.  Carlos looked plenty pleased with
himself.  He was kissing her, and then whispered into her ear.  The scene
was sexy as hell.

   Carlos lay on the floor, his cock pointing to the ceiling.  Sarah
collected herself, leaned over him, and started licking his balls and
licking his cock as if it were a Popsicle.  Then she took it in her mouth,
and Carlos began gently to pump it in and out of Sarah's luscious young
mouth.

   I was flabbergasted, watching my little sister give our first cousin a
blowjob.  I began to be overcome with waves of guilt.  But while I was
ruminating Ramon leaned over me and told me to get up.  I was now drunk,
his voice was commanding, and so I did as he said.

   Ramon then kissed me and fondled my boobs while he did so.  I did not
believe he would actually try to fuck me, his first cousin.  Even if he
wanted to, no way he would do it in front of his brother and my sister too,
bet or no bet.  And there was no way I would do it, either!  Then all of a
sudden in one quick move he pulled down my panties to my ankles, rendering
me completely naked.  I had to reassess the situation.

   I blushed red and reached down to pull them back up, but Ramon said,
"No, Joanie," and he slapped my hands away.  I glowered at him and reached
down again to pull them up, but felt his hand covering my pussy.  I froze
at this escalation, and then he began to gently, ever so gently, stroke the
sides of my labia, something that always renders me weak in the knees. 

   He won this round.  I stepped out of my panties, which were hanging
around my ankles, and stumbled over to the couch.  Ramon followed me, still
with his hand covering my pussy.

   Ramon spread my legs as I sat on the couch, paused a little while taking
in the view of all of my naked glory, my boobs jiggling around, my legs
spread and my pussy inviting him.  He then went down on me and began to eat
me out. 

   As he did this, I looked over at Sarah, and she was really going to town
with Carlos, who was telling her he loved her as she sucked his cock, also
stroking it with her hand.  I had to admire her technique.  I had things to
learn from my little sister.

   Ramon was talented at cunnilingus to say the least.  I should not have
had the second glass of Scotch since that, plus the wine at dinner, was
making my head spin.  I was losing it to Ramon, and entering a state of
bliss I had rarely before experienced.  I closed my eyes, and was lost to
pleasure.

   Ramon stuck a finger in me as he ate me, then he inserted a second.  I
began to moan.  I could tell my breathing was now heavy and uneven.  My
breasts were beginning to heave.  An orgasm was not far away. 

   I heard a loud grunt and opened my eyes and saw Carlos squirting load
after load of cum into my little sister's eager mouth.  She was swallowing
all of it with alacrity.  This was definitely not her first blowjob!

   Well, she swallowed almost all of it.  Some of it dripped onto her large
boobs.  Even though she was sucking off our cousin, and she was my little
sister, I found the sight of it all super erotic.  I was ashamed of my
feelings.

   It didn't hurt that in addition to her pretty face and long blonde hair,
Sarah had the curves of a mature woman.  Her skin was smooth and perfect,
as was her complexion.  She was something else.

   Ramon never missed a beat with his ministrations however, and I
continued to moan in spite of myself, and was unable to think about
anything but the pleasure I was receiving.  Sarah and Carlos left my mind:
It was Ramon, only Ramon. 

   Then it hit: one of my massive orgasms, where my body vibrates a little
and I almost lose consciousness.  It was incredible.  I managed not to
scream, since four parents were asleep upstairs, but otherwise I had no
control of myself and was lost to the power of lust.

   Ramon stopped eating me, but kept fingering me a bit as he pulled away,
wiping the juices from his mouth.  Still with a finger or two inside me, he
sat up, leaned over me, and kissed me.  I tasted my own juices, mixed with
his saliva. 

   I again opened my eyes and saw that Sarah and Carlos were watching me. I
could feel Ramon's hard cock against my leg.  I knew what was coming, and
in a moment of sanity I made an extraordinary effort and managed to stand
up, saying "Come on, Sarah, it's time for us to return upstairs."

   Ramon said, "Joanie, I'm not done with you.  You can't leave me like
this," and he pointed to his throbbing cock. 

   "Yes, I can.  Ramon, we are fucking first cousins!" and I reached for
Sarah's hand to drag her with me.

   "Not yet, we're not," Ramon said.  "Lie down and I'll make sure you just
spoke the truth."

   "Funny.  Very funny," I replied.  "Look Ramon, tomorrow's another day,
especially the morning when the old folks will be at church," I said, in an
attempt to get the boys to let us go quietly.  The ploy of a vague promise
of putting out in the future worked.  It always works. 

   Ramon however grabbed my tee shit and panties, and Carlos did the same
with Sarah's.  "Souvenirs," Carlos said.  We were obliged to walk naked up
the two flights of stairs back to Sarah's room, and that's exactly what we
did, our boobs bouncing as we climbed the stairs.

   Back in Sarah's room, I borrowed one of her tee shirts to sleep in.  It
barely, just barely, covered my privates.  If I moved the wrong way I
flashed Sarah.  We got the giggles.  "That was fun!" Sarah said.

   "Sarah, you just blew your first cousin.  You are aware of course that's
incest, and it's taboo, right?" I said. 

   "You betcha," she replied.  "That makes it super sexy, don't you think?
I mean the taboo part.  Plus, Carlos and Ramon are to die for." I began to
realize that perhaps Sarah was just as fucked up as I was.  Maybe it's
genetic. 

   "No, I don't," I lied. 

   "It must have been horrible then for you to have to endure Ramon eating
you out to a spectacular orgasm," Sarah said as she giggled.  Then she
added, "Do you think he'll do that for me tomorrow?" She continued to
giggle.

   "Sarah!" I said.  "What has come over you?" I decided to ask her point
blank.  ""Sarah, no way just now with Carlos was the first blowjob you've
ever given.  Right?"

   "I guess it's time to confess, big sister," she said.  "I am a major
slut.  Carlos is the fifth boy I've blown to smithereens.  Boys are lining
up to have sex with me."

   "I'll bet they are," I replied.  "You are beautiful, sexy, and you put
out.  You are every teenage boy's wet dream." Then after a pause, I added
hesitantly, "When you say 'have sex' do you mean...?"

   "Yes.  But don't worry Sis, I take precautions," Sarah said.  "I'm on
the pill.  I even think the pill made my boobs get bigger.  And it cleared
up my acne: Win, win.  Tomorrow when I fuck Carlos, he will be my third. 
Maybe Ramon could be my fourth."

   "Sarah!" I exclaimed.  "Carlos and Ramon are not fucking either one of
us.  That is incest, and I forbid it," I said. 

   "When did you find religion?" Sarah asked.  "From what I heard, you are
the slut of sluts of our little town.  There are rumors you fucked on
camera.  Three guys at once, I heard, and you took one of them up your ass.
I sure as hell have not done any of that," Sarah said.  Then she added as
an afterthought, "Yet."

   I was mortified.  My worst fears had come to pass.  "Don't believe
everything you hear," I managed to mumble.  I was trying to think fast. 
"It's true I've done some things I'm not proud of.  And tt's true some of
it is on camera, but that's because some really nasty men betrayed me.  I
hope it never happens to you."

   Then I added, "Whatever you think I've done, it does not mean incest is
OK."

   Sarah replied, "Maybe not.  But it does mean you have no moral authority
to judge me!  And besides, I have news for you.  Letting your first cousin
get you naked and then eat you out to an orgasm, or me giving Carlos his
best blowjob ever -"yes he told me that -"both count for incest.  Go ask
our local priest."

   "I guess you're right.  But that does not mean we are going to compound
things tomorrow," I replied. 

   "Of course not.  You're free to do what you want.  Or better, you are
free not to do what you know you want to do.  But I would appreciate some
help tomorrow.  Otherwise I'll have to fuck them both.  I've never had two
men at once before," Sarah said, smiling at the thought.  Now she was
taunting me. 

   "And I love the idea of fucking them while the old guys are all at
church.  Now that's religion for you!" Sarah said, as she giggled at the
evil thought.

   "Truce?" I said.  Sarah nodded.  "Tell me about what your favorites
subjects are in school.  Besides boys," I said, giggling, and changing the
subject from Carlos and Ramon.

   We then had a nice chat about her school.  Her favorite subject was
math, and she was best in the class and that intimidated all the boys, but
did not stop them from wanting to get into her panties. 

   She was planning to go to the same college I was at, but of course she
would need a scholarship to afford it, as I had myself needed one.  She was
waiting to hear about that.  Then she said she was chomping at the bit to
meet Mike and Philip, and asked me to tell her stories about them.

   While she was talking, I was thinking about what she had said about
enjoying incest because it is taboo.  Exhibitionism is taboo, too.  Sure,
Mike and my strong desire to please him and to win his approval, at least
at the beginning, had manipulated me into becoming an exhibitionist.  But
then I realized I liked it, independent of Mike.  But I have the impression
exhibitionism is a lot more common than incest.

   I had often thought about why I was an exhibitionist.  My first
explanation was that I got the attention of men.  Boy, did I!  I had been
starved for it after being ignored by boys all through high school. 

   That explanation seemed insufficient.  Then I thought of it as all being
Mike's fault, and my desire to please him.  That too seemed insufficient.
Next I thought what is really going on is I am a slut, and exhibitionism
gets me into situations where I am cornered into having sex with someone.
That explanation seemed especially weak, and besides it begged the
question, since I would then need to explain why I was a slut. 

   Sarah's offhand comment seemed to me to be the key.  I was an
exhibitionist because it was taboo.  OK, the other things might also
contribute, but taboo was the main thing.  The appeal of taboo also
explained why I was a slut when I was drunk.  Being a slut was also taboo.
As I thought about it, nothing was more taboo than incest!  It was the
ultimate break-the-taboo turn-on.

   Now all I had to do was to figure out why I was so obsessed with doing
forbidden things.  I did have a strict Catholic upbringing, and maybe it
was a reaction to that?  It seemed too big a question for late at night. 
All these thoughts transpired in a second or two, so I was still listening
to Sarah as I had them. 

   After what I had seen Sarah do in the basement, her veneer of innocence
revealed now as an act, I confessed to her that I was an exhibitionist, and
told her about Mike and how he was always pushing me in that direction. 

   I even told her about the time Mike got me naked and almost fucked me in
the back row of a crowded movie theater.  Sarah began to stroke her pussy
as I told her the stories.  She begged for more stories. 

   I told her how I had let men look down my blouse at the shoe store at
the mall when I worked there before last Christmas, and how the last week I
went to work braless so that they could see my entire naked breasts, The
last couple of days before Christmas I wore a boat neck dress and went
commando, so they could see everything.  At this point Sarah had two
fingers inside and was breathing heavily. 

   I should not have done this, but I also told her of the time, early in
my freshman year, when I fucked Mike in his room, and then fucked his
roommate Steve in the sitting room, while blowing another roommate John,
and while at the same time watching his final roommate Tony fuck my best
friend Mary, doggy style.  At this point Sarah had two fingers in her and
they were pistoning frantically. 

   I moved over to sit next to Sarah and gently pulled her fingers out.  I
inserted two of my own.  She looked at me in shock and surprise, but then
began to fondle my boobs.  Then she lay down and I slowly fingered her to
the point of getting her hot and bothered.  I figured if we were going to
continue with incest, who better than my sister?

   I whispered to her as I fingered her that now that we had broken the
incest taboo, we might as well have some fun.  She smiled up at me and
whispered to me that she loved me.  Then she exploded in a huge orgasm. 
She told me later it had been her best ever. 

   I was not surprised.  Who would know better how to finger Sarah than her
sister (me), who had practiced on myself so many times before?  All the
little moves that worked for me had worked just the same for Sarah. 

   We both decided to go to sleep, and as I drifted off to sleep, I began
to plan the next day.  I figured the two sets of parents and our
grandmother would be gone for a few hours in the morning, off to church. 
Sarah and I would take the boys for a walk in the woods.  The weather was
supposed to be perfect.

   I woke when I heard the car engine starting.  The older generations were
heading off to church.  The service, plus all the socializing after, and
the fact that my mother had told me they are all going out for pancakes
after church and was it Okay to abandon the four of us children, made me
figure we had at least 3 hours to work with.

   I woke up Sarah, quickly explained my plans, we showered and dressed and
then headed to the basement.  We woke up the boys by kissing them and
fondling their cocks.  That got their attention right away.  I told them to
get dressed; we were taking them for a walk in the woods.

   You play with a man's cock, and he is in your power and will do whatever
you ask.  So off we went into the woods.  After a short time I suggested we
play truth or dare, as we strolled through the woods.  The boys agreed a
bit too quickly.  I asked Ramon to choose.  He chose truth.

   I asked him, "On how many girls have you gone down?"

   Ramon answered, "That's easy, cousin.  Counting you last night, it's
five."

   Then he turned to me and said "Truth or dare?" I chose dare. 

   Ramon looked me up and down and said, "I dare you to continue walking in
the woods topless."

   I pretended to be upset and said no, that's out of bounds, but Sarah and
Carlos joined Ramon, ganging up on me, as I knew they would.  I became
gracious, and gradually, sexily, removed my blouse and my bra. 

   The boys were staring at me and in particular at my boobs.  They were
turned on that I was bare breasted in the woods.  Some people find nudity
in public especially erotic.  Apparently the four of us were some of those
people.  Sarah snapped them back to reality by presenting Carlos with a
truth or dare choice.  Like his brother, Carlos chose truth.

   Following my lead, Sarah said to Carlos, "How many girls have given you
a blow job?"

   Carlos said, "You were the third.  And Sarah, you were by far the best.
You've ruined me for other women, you know." Sarah leaned into him and
kissed him briefly.

   Carlos next asked Sarah, and she chose dare.  Since I was already
topless, Carlos upped the ante, and told Sarah to strip naked, except for
her shoes. 

   Sarah was not ready for this, and looked scared.  She looked around the
woods frantically to see if we were alone in the woods.  It seemed that we
were.  I told her, "Sarah, Carlos is asking too much.  Let's stop the game
and continue our walk." She was not a dyed in the wool exhibitionist like I
was, at least not yet.

   Carlos apologized and went to kiss Sarah, but she backed away and peeled
off her tee shirt.  Then she turned her back to us and slowly slipped off
her bra.  She stepped out of her shorts, and now she was only in panties
and sneakers.

   She said, "I could use some help with the panties."

   I said, "I'll do the honors." Then Ramon and Carlos both clamored to be
the one who removed her panties.  We three dumped the choice on Sarah.

   "How about Ramon and Carlos take turns, each doing a little at a time?"
Sarah replied.

   There we stood in the woods, Sarah and me both topless, and our two
cousins were gradually inching off Sarah's panties.  Each boy would inch
down her panties, and then fondle her boobs and kiss her.  Then the other
would do the same.  I looked carefully and could see a wet spot on her
panties, as Sarah got super turned on. 

   As the panties came close to being off, Ramon stuck a finger in Sarah.
Instead of protesting or pulling away, she just sighed.  Then Carlos came
for the last step of panties removal, and he too inserted a finger in
Sarah. Another sigh.  Then she moved away. 

   Sarah was naked, and with me still topless, we resumed our hike.  The
views were pretty, but the boys were not seeing them, as they were staring
at us, especially at our boobs bouncing gently as we walked along.  Sarah
sped up to be in front, and the boys stared at her perfect ass. 

   Her walk had a natural wiggle to it, and it looked especially sexy with
her nude.  The boys were clearly incredulous that we were doing this in the
public woods, As were Sarah and I to a lesser extent.  It was easy to
imagine someone else could see us, at least in theory.  This turned them
on, I could tell.  It turned me on, too.

   I thought to myself that perhaps Sarah was trying out exhibitionism,
after our talk last night.  I was becoming a corrupting influence. 

   After a few minutes, Sarah asked to speak with me alone.  "Let's put our
tee shirts back on," she said.  Seeing my quizzical face, she continued,
"Do you remember our neighbor George Phillips from high school?" 

   I grew up with George, and he lived in another house abutting the woods.
The woods were actually fairly small, and surrounded by houses.  The land
was too hilly and rocky to build on, so it was left to nature.  Then it
became a selling point for the homes to have the small woods as our
communal back yard.

   George had been a quiet boy and not in the honors bubble, so we had
never been in classes together in high school.  I had never paid him much
heed, nor had he paid me any.  He was now 19 too, and I had no idea what
college he had gone to, assuming he had even gone to college.  "Yes," I
told Sarah.

   "Well, on Sundays I often wear short shorts and a tee shirt and go sit
on the rock.  George and his brother Jason, who is my age, often spy on me.
They think I don't see them.  When I know they're there, I tease them by
removing my tee shirt."

   Skeptical now about Sarah telling all, I said, "Just your tee shirt?"

   "Well, Sis," she replied, "Sometimes I also remove my bra, and pretend
to be trying to get a tan." I gave her a look, and then she continued,
"Well if you must know, the last time I also removed my shorts."

   "Anything else?" I said.

   Sarah frowned.  Then she swore up and down that was all.  She had kept
her panties on.  I believed her.  "Isn't that enough?" she said.  I nodded.

   We put on our tee shirts and returned to the somewhat confused boys. 
Sarah's tee shirt had vents on both sides, going pretty far up.  Sarah was
still naked underneath her tee shirt, which was pretty obvious from the
vents, since there was no way she could be wearing panties and not have at
least some of them visible.

   It was also fairly clear I was without a bra.  Sarah's tee shirt was
tight around my boobs, magnifying the braless effect.  My nipples were
clearly outlined.  You could probably even see my boobs through the fabric
if the sun was right.  Sarah said to the cousins, sotto voce, "Two
neighborhood boys often roam in these woods." The boys nodded,
understanding. 

   We climbed the local hill, and near the top there was a rocky promontory
where one of the biggest rocks had a large and smooth surface.  I had given
Ramon and Carlos backpacks to carry that had supplies.  I spread out a
tablecloth and served everyone breakfast: rolls with butter & jam, juice,
and of course lots of coffee.

   Sarah announced that she and I were going to work on our tans.  We both
stood and flamboyantly removed our tee shirts.  Sarah gave me the signal
(she rubbed her right eye) and I knew the Phillips boys were watching, even
if I could not tell it myself.  We did not tell our cousins.  Sarah knew
their hiding place, and just where to look.

   I lay on my stomach.  Sarah said, "Joanie, your ass will be all white,"
and she rolled me over, unsnapped and unzipped my shorts and pulled them
off, together with my panties.  Now I too was naked.

   Carlos came over to Sarah.  He leaned into her and kissed her, She
returned the kiss.  Ramon just sat back and watched the show, a bemused
smile on his face.

   I was on my stomach so my charms were not visible to prying eyes, but I
was nevertheless facing the action, so I could see it all too.  They kissed
a long time, and then Carlos began massaging her cunt.  I propped myself up
on my elbows, so Ramon could see almost all of my boobs.  My nipples
touched the ground, so doubtless they were obscured from his view, but all
the rest was there to see.

   Ramon just sat there watching.  But the eroticism of the scene was
getting to him, so he quickly stripped and began to stroke his cock.  After
a minute or two of this, he got up and walked over to me.  He said, "Last
night you were not very nice and you called me a 'fucking cousin.'"

   "I know," I said, "And I apologize." We looked at each other, our eyes
locking.  "What are you going to do about it?" I continued.  Ramon smiled.
Looking directly at his cock, I continued, "Are you going to make an honest
woman out of me?" Then I turned over onto my back and spread my legs a
little. 

   He lay down next to me with his cock near my mouth.  Taking the hint, I
sucked his balls.  He groaned with pleasure.  I licked and sucked his balls
a long time, never touching his throbbing penis. 

   When I began to stroke his cock, it seemed to jump in my hand.  He was
more than ready.  He then pushed me away, pulled me up onto all fours and
presented his cock to my entrance.  I wiggled my ass in invitation, as I
was already wet.  That was all of the encouragement Ramon needed, and he
slipped his cock into my pussy.

   He banged away a long time.  He felt so good inside me.  I had come to
terms with the incest angle, and decided to take Sarah's attitude that the
taboo nature was a turn on.  It was clear Sarah believed her own rhetoric,
as she was screaming with pleasure as Carlos ate her out. 

   I thought the whole county was going to hear her.  I guessed part of it
was putting on a show for the Phillips boys.  Or maybe she is just
naturally noisy.  Carlos then stopped eating her, moved up and began to
mount her. 

   Sarah said, "Go for it, lover boy." Carlos paid heed and he went for it,
as he placed his cock at her entrance.  He may have thought she was a
virgin, since he entered her cunt slowly, tentatively.  Meeting no
resistance, and with Sarah's moans and whimpers encouraging him, he then
plunged it in and began a real pounding, pistoning in and out of her as her
moans got louder and louder. 

   I was being well fucked myself.  Not being Sarah, I was not so vocal,
but I was moaning softly.  Then I thought to myself, WTF, and I began to
get very vocal, saying, "Yes, Ramon!  Right there!  Deeper, faster!" This
seemed to inspire Ramon to get even more into the fuck.  I felt his cock
twitch as I cried out.

   Ramon was good, clearly experienced, and knew what he was doing.  As he
fucked me I kept repeating to myself that he was my cousin and that sexual
tension between us would from now on always be present.  The more I
reminded myself that he was my cousin, the more turned on I became, and the
noisier I became. 

   I thought of the phrase kissing cousins, then changed it to fucking
cousins, and began to giggle even as my arousal was reaching new levels. 

   Ramon lay me down and switched to missionary position.  He began to
screw me with a circular motion.  It was wonderful.  Now I became very
vocal, and got even as loud as Sarah.  I enjoyed the missionary position,
since I felt dominated and controlled by Ramon.  He was taking me; I was no
longer seducing him.

   He could really fuck, even as well as Mike's cousin Alex.  I should not
compare, I thought to myself, as I noticed my breathing was now uneven.  I
realized I was unconsciously raising myself to meet his thrusts, and I
wrapped my legs around his ass to pull his cock deeper inside me.  I saw
that Ramon was sweating. 

   The fact that I had known Ramon all of my life, and had loved him like a
brother, made the sex intense.  Was my love morphing into another kind of
love?  Was the sex so good because I loved him, even though it was not in a
sexual way?  I decided yes, that was it.  All these thoughts raced through
my head as Ramon gave an especially fierce plunge into me.

   When it finally ended, I collapsed and lay there in a blissful state,
filled with Ramon's cum that was oozing out of me.  My eyes were closed,
and I continued some very soft moaning.  I was exhausted, as I often am
after I cum.  I heard Ramon saying, to nobody in particular, "I have the
most beautiful and by far the sexiest cousin in the entire world."

   I had not cum during the fuck with Ramon, but I did not care.  It was a
great fuck, and I had thoroughly enjoyed it.  And it was a great fuck
because it was outdoors, I had an audience including secret voyeurs, and
most of all, he was my fucking first cousin!

   Then I heard Carlos say, "No, bro, I'm afraid that I do!" and they both
laughed.  Sarah then piped up, "There is only one way to settle this, boys.
You know what you have to do." She beckoned Ramon to come over with her
finger.  He did, and she kissed him.  She began to fondle his soft cock.

   Carlos got up and walked over to me, towering over my prostrate body. 
As he stood over me, his older cousin who had just been ravished by his
older brother, he looked at my face and then panned down to my boobs, then
to my cunt with Ramon's cum oozing out, then to my legs.  It was as if he
were seeing me for the first time.  Maybe it was the first time he had seen
me as a sexual object. 

   His cock became hard as he looked at me, and I began to read his mind
and get scared.  I was not psychologically prepared to fuck both of them!
As that thought came to my brain, I heard Sarah make a guttural cry and
turned my head to see that now she was on all fours, and Ramon was
beginning to fuck her!  Carlos' cum was spilled all over her backside. 
Ramon had gotten hard again in record time. 

   As I watched my little sister get fucked by our cousin who had just
finished ravishing me, and was trying to process all this in my brain, I
felt a rather large cock probing the entrance to my wide open and cum
filled cunt.  "I've never had sloppy seconds before," Carlos said as he
plunged his cock all the way into me. 

   Carlos fucked me with urgency, with seemingly a need to fuck me as much
as possible before I could stop him, as I had stopped Ramon the night
before.  But he need not have worried: That was not going to happen, since
it just felt too good.  My body raised itself of its own accord to meet his
thrusts, without my brain telling it consciously to do so. 

   As he fucked me I kept thinking that two brothers, both of them our
cousins, were fucking both Sarah and me, one after the other.  It was a
major turn on, but also too much for my brain to process.  Whatever my
brain could make of it, one thing was clear: I found it sexy beyond belief.
And my brain gave up as the primitive emotions of sex and the desire to cum
overwhelmed me and crowded all else out.

   I realized I had never before fucked brothers.  The strangest thoughts
go through my head, and at the strangest times.

   Carlos rolled us over to put me on top.  Then he sat me up facing him
and I began to ride him like a cowgirl.  He was staring at my bouncing
boobs as I moved up and down on his luscious cock.  I was looking at his
handsome face and the pleasure he was getting was reflected in his face. 

   My peripheral vision saw two sets of wide-open eyes watching us go at
it. I imagined this was a nice view for our voyeurs the Phillips boys, and
this drove me wild.  I made noises consonant with my erotic excitement, and
the fact that in addition to incest and to lust, the four of us were
putting on s show for our voyeurs.

   I looked over at my little sister, and Ramon was drilling her fiercely.
She was groaning loudly.  She certainly was a noisy fuck.  I knew, from my
best friend Mary's experiments, that being noisy usually (maybe always?)
turned men on and made them feel macho.  Sarah did not have the benefit of
Mary's "science experiments," which she called "field work," but she knew
it instinctively.  My sister was certainly a piece of work!

   Having each already cum in one of us, both boys lasted a good long time.
Yet if Carlos had lasted even longer, I would not have minded.  I would not
have minded one bit.  It seemed I could not get enough.  I still had not
cum, but I did not care.  Besides, the orgasm Ramon had given me the
previous night when he ate me out was all that I needed.

   We all made it back home before the older generations returned from
church and brunch, and Sarah and I took quick showers to clean up from the
dirt and-especially- the cum all over us.  When they came home we were all
of us sitting around, drinking coffee and chatting innocently. 

   A few hours later the cousins piled into their car and drove home.  We
all looked forward to the next family reunion.  After they left, I wondered
just how genetic this tendency to be a slut, that I clearly shared with my
sister, actually was.  I could have discretely asked my aunt about what my
mother was like in this regard, who was my mother's sister after all, but I
had no idea how to approach it, and anyway she had just left.  Given my
mother's story about boyfriend swapping, and my seeing that she traded
husbands with her sister last night, probably without the husbands even
knowing, I felt maybe there was something to it. 

   That evening Sarah and I went to the mall for some window-shopping.  She
wanted some more lessons on exhibitionism.  I said this morning she did
just fine and did not need to learn anything more from me.  But she
insisted.  Actually I think she just wanted to see me in action. 

   We walked around until we saw a man and a woman shopping together.  They
had selected some outfits and were heading towards the changing rooms.  I
quickly gathered a few outfits and gave them to Sarah, keeping one of them.
"Don't close the door to the dressing room," I told her.  I chose the
changing room closest to where the man was standing.

   I left the door to the dressing room ajar, so if one were positioned
just right, one could see into the dressing room and in particular one
could see me.  I quickly stripped naked.  I opened the door and asked for
the next outfit from Sarah.  The man waiting for his wife got a brief full
frontal.  He looked startled and embarrassed, but did not turn away when he
saw me like that.  I saw this via a mirror, so he did not know I had seen
him there.

   I left the door ajar and tried on the next outfit.  I looked in the
mirror, made a show of shaking my head, and slowly took it off, always
facing the mirror.  There were quite a few mirrors in the dressing room, so
that people modeling clothes could see how they looked from different
angles.  I could see the man watching me by his reflection in one of the
mirrors.  He could see also my front via a combination of two mirrors.

   Naked again, I opened the door pretending not to see the man staring at
me, and asked Sarah for the next outfit.  I did this for all the outfits,
decided of course on none of them, dressed in my original clothes, and left
the dressing room.  By then the man's partner had also finished, and they
had left before I came out.  Sarah was impressed.  I just knew she was
going to try this herself within the week.  I wondered what friend she
would enlist.

   Carl picked me up for the ride back to college the next day.  He was
very excited to see me.  Much too excited it occurred to me.  This time I
was wearing a flowing skirt that stopped mid thigh, a blouse that buttoned,
and a bra: Nothing to distract Carl from his driving; that's why I did not
wear the shorts again.  I was safe.  Or so I thought.

   After an hour we stopped for coffee and bathrooms, and Carl wanted
another show.  I said no, he could relive his memories of me from the trip
out, only a few days ago.  He looked so crestfallen, like a hurt puppy, I
began to feel mean.  I know, I know, I am an idiot.  Then he surprised me
by asking me out on a date, suggesting the movies on Friday.

   I reminded Carl that Mike was my boyfriend.  I was not dating other men.
Carl nodded but asked, maybe in that case, how about just a show of my
boobs, if I did not mind?  I thought to myself, Jesus Christ, what have I
gotten myself into?  I said no, but Carl would not let it drop. 

   After a half hour of this in the coffee shop, feeling that this way we
would never get back on the road, I took Carl's hand and led him to the
woods behind the coffee shop.  I removed my blouse and my bra and let him
get a good look.  He took me in his arms and kissed me.  I had already
forgotten what great kisses he gave.  It's understandable given the
distractions of my two cousins, who now both have carnal knowledge of me. I
have a sore cunt to prove it, too.

   He reminded me I had already given him a full frontal, so another would
not hurt.  Well, he seduced me with his kissing into becoming naked.  I
insisted we move farther into the woods to be more hidden.  He began to
finger me as we kissed and I became super aroused, remembering the previous
day with Ramon and Carlos.  His fingering was reminiscent of Ramon's. 

   I became weak in the knees as he fingered me and I ended up lying down
on the ground, my legs splayed to give his magic fingers easy access.  It
was not my intention to give his cock easy access, but he did not read my
mind correctly, and as I lay there with my eyes closed being fingered to a
likely orgasm, I suddenly felt a cock entering my pussy. 

   I had not even heard him upzip; he must have done it when a truck was
passing on the highway, which would have drowned out the noise.  My eyes
flashed open and I said rather breathlessly, "Carl!  No.  Get the hell out
of me." Carl froze in place, but left his cock inside me.

   Carl said, "Just a taste, Joanie." 

   I said, "No, Carl.  Fingering was OK, but not sex." I don't know why I
did not just push him off me and stand up.  I simply did not think of that;
I thought a verbal refusal was enough.  It should have been enough.

   Carl replied, "You are sexy beyond belief, and so gorgeous.  Just a
taste, Joanie." and he began to pump his cock in and out.

   That of course was the right thing to say.  Tell a girl she is sexy and
gorgeous while you are beginning to fuck her, and she will relax and enjoy
the fuck.  Well, to be honest I don't know if that works for all girls, but
it sure did for me. 

   Carl pulled out at the end and squirted his load on my boobs and my
stomach.  I lay there a while in a post coital sort of semi-comatose state,
and then reality hit that I had just been fucked in the woods directly
behind a coffee shop.  I was lying there nude with cum all over me.  Holy
shit.  I quickly threw my clothes on.  I did not want to get cum all over
my expensive bra, so I left that off and put it in my purse.

   The cum made my tee shirt wet, especially where the nipples poke at the
shirt.  I had borrowed it from Sarah and it was tight around the bust. 
There was nothing to be done.  I would wash it of course before sending it
back to Sarah.  Or maybe not: I wondered just how kinky Sarah was?

   The rest of the ride home was uneventful, but Carl drove with a silly
smile on his face the whole way.  He was obviously quite pleased with his
conquest.  I, on the other hand, had enjoyed the sex, but was ashamed of
myself. 

   When Carl did not want me to pay him for my share of the gas, I let him
treat me this time.  At least this way I could enjoy being paid for sex in
some way, even if it was a pittance.  Being paid for sex was something I
now realized I found erotic, at least occasionally.

   Back at college, I received a handwritten letter from Sarah.  Apparently
we had been seen fucking our brains out on the hilltop with our cousins not
only by the Phillips boys, but also by one of her friends and her boyfriend
who were out for a walk and were also heading up to the smooth rock
promontory, probably for a make out session.  They had heard Sarah's moans
and screams, and had snuck up quietly to see what was happening.

   Sarah said that inspired by us, her friend had let her boyfriend render
her naked right there in the woods after we had all left (but who knows if
the Phillips boys had left or not?), and he had fingered her to an orgasm
and then tried to fuck her, but she was not yet ready for that and
refused. 

   The next night she did the deed with him, within the privacy and safety
of her own bedroom.  She had also told Sarah she was turned on by the
exhibitionist angle of being naked on the rocks, but would never do it
again.  It was just a sexy memory for her to enjoy. 

   Sarah wrote she was pleased we had inspired such behavior.  For Sarah
however, I feel it is just the beginning of her exhibitionism.  Sarah is a
bit more twisted than even I am. 

   Sarah's friend and her boyfriend saw the end of the first round of our
fucks, and then saw our cousins swap us girls to fuck some more.  The
friend had never even imagined such a thing as switching women after
fucking them. 

   Sarah enclosed some pictures they had taken with their phones.  The
pictures were poor quality, taken from too far away with cell phones.  But
there was one of me fucking Carlos in cowgirl position, and I could make
out my face if I zoomed in.  Damn.  Our reputations in our hometown as
exhibitionist sluts would be reinforced, that was sure. 

   A few days later I got another letter from Sarah with more pictures. 
Jason Phillips had taken pictures both of our fucks, some with each cousin,
and then also of Sarah's friend naked and being fingered. 

   He had used a real camera, with a telephoto lens, so the pictures were
quite explicit.  He told Sarah he would destroy the digital files if she
would fuck both him and his brother.  Sarah did not tell me what she
decided to do.  But I suspect she fucked both of them, and probably enjoyed
it, too.

   Reading her letter and seeing the pictures, I got totally hot.  I called
up Mike.  He came over and enjoyed my tales and -especially- the pictures.
He also was able to help me out by fucking me silly, next to the window,
where people could see us going at it, at least in theory.  I always loved
it when Mike fucked me. 

   The next day I took stock of what had happened during our family
reunion. I decided probably I needed professional help.  But I knew I was
not going to get any.  Instead, in an attempt to explain myself to myself,
I had a brainstorm.

   I once again used my computer skills and hacked into my Mom's computer
and my Dad's computer.  It was easy to do, since when I was still in high
school I had secretly used their computer to give myself permission to
access both of their computers remotely.  It was one of those "just in
case" moments.

   On my Dad's computer I hit the jackpot.  I saw pictures he had taken in
the days of film, and then apparently had scanned them in.  They were great
pictures; my Dad had talent as a photographer.  Several were of my mom
posing in various states of undress for my Dad.  That's not so unusual
among married couples, I thought. 

   I knew that when my parents were young it was before digital
photography, so he would have used film and had them professionally
developed.  No way my father could have had the skills to develop color
photos in a dark room, all by himself.  That meant of course that someone
in the commercial photo lab also saw the photos of my Mom, naked and sexy,
and maybe even made a copy for himself, or for herself, who knows?

   As I scrolled through the photos I saw that one was of my Mom and her
twin sister, both naked, both with dildos sticking out of their cunts, and
kissing each other.  So much for incest in her generation!  Another was of
my Mom nude and sucking the cock of a man I did not know.  Three of the
photos were of yet another strange man with his cock entering my Mom, with
his cock halfway in, and with his cock all the way in up to his balls.  My
Mom's face was visible in profile, and she was clearly sexually enjoying
herself.  These were X rated photos, to say the least. 

   The photo that made my heart stop was of my Mom nude on all fours, her
boobs dangling below her.  A German shepherd had mounted her and apparently
was fucking her.  I had never seen anything like that before, nor even
imagined it.  My own mother!  I could not believe it.  My Mom was more
twisted than I was.  I tried to decide if that was reassuring, or not.

   Then I found a movie my Dad had digitized.  It was password protected,
but I had found a file on his computer where he listed all of his
passwords, I guess in case he forgot one, as I am sure he did from time to
time.  This of course is the first thing they teach you not to do, after
they teach you to remember to turn on and to plug in the computer.  But it
is certainly a gift to the harried hacker.

   Excited but also apprehensive, I sat down and played it.  Holy shit, I
thought as I did so.  There was my Mom, much younger (maybe 20 years old?),
doing a strip tease in front of my Dad and seven other men.  The background
music was classic bump and grind music. 

   The movie began with a strange man I did not know introducing my Mom to
the men.  She shook hands with each of the men, including my Dad, whom she
apparently did not yet know.  This was how they met??

   He then introduced her twin sister (my aunt) and a third woman, whom I
recognized, even though she is of course much older now, as being the mom
of my high school friend Susie.  Then the music began, and my Mom was first
up with her strip tease. 

   My mother had a gorgeous body.  She was a little top heavy, with large
boobs, but they not too large.  Otherwise she was perfectly proportioned
with a small waist and nicely sized hips, shapely legs and small feet.  I
never learned who was filming the movie.  My Mom was good at her strip
tease, too, from what I could tell.  She was maybe even extremely good. 

   One of the men drooling while he watched I recognized was my uncle,
Ramon's father.  Another one was my high school friend Susie's father.  I
was flabbergasted.  The other men I did not recognize.

   I also could not help but notice that when she was 20, my Mom looked
exactly as I do now.  Her body was the same.  Even her nipples and areolas
were identical to mine.  This was freaky.  Genetics is a powerful force.

   When she was done and nude, the men applauded wildly, and another woman
got up and began a strip tease.  She was my aunt, my mother's twin sister!
As she did her act, and she was just as good as my Mom had been, a man (not
my father) began to fuck my Mom in the background.  For a split second the
camera revealed the face of the man.  I froze the frame and zoomed in.  It
was Ramon's father, now my uncle. 

   My aunt continued to gyrate seductively, losing her clothes until she
was naked.  As the camera panned away, I saw Susie's dad taking my Mom in
the ass.  Next Susie's mom got up to begin a strip tease, and two men at
the same time began to fuck my aunt, one in the cunt, the other in her ass.
She was moaning loudly. 

   As the movie progressed, eventually everyone was fucking everyone, and
there were lots of moans, screams, and cheering the action on.  At least
three men took my Mom, albeit one at a time.  My aunt was fucked also by at
least three men, two of them fucking her at once.  Lots of men seemed to
like the idea of fucking both of the twins, and the twins seemed more than
willing to oblige.

   Susie's mom was the queen of blowjobs for the movie.  She was blowing
everyone, or so it seemed.  Probably it was just three or four men.  She
swallowed all of their cum.  From what I could tell, she gave great head.
She also put out: I saw my father fucking Susie's mom at one point.  It all
became a blur to me.  Jesus Christ, I thought.

   If ever I were to confront my Mom, and I knew that I never would, I also
knew what she would say.  It would be something like, "Oh Joanie.  You know
what it was like back in the day.  Crazy times, you know?" and she would
accompany that with a giggle. 

   There was a time stamp on the movie that I guess my Dad added.  It was
around three years before I was born.  I began to wonder if my mother and
my aunt, and Susie's Mom, were prostitutes hired to entertain the men?  Or
was this just how they got their kicks back then?  One thing was sure: my
mother was a hell of a lot more wild back then than I could ever have
imagined.  She was also much more strange.

   There was one other password-protected movie on my Dad's computer.  I
was nervous to open it, but of course I did.  It was a professional porn
movie, and I relaxed when I realized that.  At least it was not about my
Mom.  I started it, planning to stop it once I found what it was about and
why my father saved it.  I ended up watching the entire movie, and got the
shock of my life.

   A company called Carnal Productions made the movie.  It was titled, "The
Jailbait Twins." My mother's maiden name was Maria Anita Gilota.  My aunt,
her twin sister, was Maria Sophia Gilota.  Their mother, my grandmother,
just called both of them Maria.  It was easier that way, she once told me.
For the movie they had (thank God) stage names.

   There was no question they were my mother and my aunt.  They looked to
be jailbait in the movie, but from the credits and the year it was
released, I knew they were both at least 18.  It was the way they were
dressed, with their hair in pigtails and all.  They both looked exactly,
and I do mean exactly, like me!  I could not believe it.  Physically I was
a carbon copy of my Mom (and therefore also of my aunt).

   The movie had a plot.  The girls needed money for some reason, and one
of them (my Mom) agreed to fuck the football coach for $100.  He asked her
if she wanted to "earn" more money and she said yes, and he introduced her
to the football team.  She freaked (part of the movie) at putting out for
around 25 guys, so to help she enlisted her sister. 

   The two of them took on 11 guys (I counted) before the cops came and
busted them for fucking underage girls, charging the team members with
statutory rape and the coach with solicitation.  The twins then seduced the
cops too, and fucked them silly, letting the team and the coach off the
hook.  They made lots of money and everyone was happy, and very well
fucked, at the end of the movie.

   Maybe it was just good acting, but it seemed to me that both my mom and
my aunt were enjoying the sex during the movie.  I think I could tell that
the enjoyment was genuine, not just acting.  But you never know for sure.
Anyway, I was horrified. 

   I checked the Internet for genetics and promiscuity.  Mostly I found
articles about animals, but hey, humans are animals, too.  I made an
intellectual leap and decided that for Sarah and me, it was in our genetic
code to fuck around. 

   I knew we still had free will and that at most our genes gave us a
proclivity to promiscuity, so it did not justify or rationalize things for
me.  But it did help to explain my weaknesses, which seem especially
prevalent when I am drunk.

   I decided not to share my discoveries with Sarah nor of course with
Ramon nor Carlos.  And I would certainly not share this information with
Mike or Philip, my two current lovers, and loves of my life.  Some secrets
are better left secret.