A Family Affair Ch. 02

After we'd finished, we cleared up the meal things and stowed them back in the car before moving the blanket out into the mottled sunlight at the edge of the shade intending to relax and sunbathe for a while as our meal settled. Izzy led the way as we pulled off our tennis shoes and socks from our hot feet and settled down next to each other, conversation drifting pleasantly along as we enjoyed the soothing warmth.

I was almost dozing off, beginning to think how nice it would be to just laze here all afternoon when I felt movement next to me and I twisted to see Izzy give Ilse a little push. "Now?" Ilse asked quietly as she got onto her knees. I didn't hear any response, but then she was up and heading over to the car.

Within minutes she was trotting back with the big tennis bag over her shoulder.

'Oh no,' I thought in resignation. It was looking like I wasn't going to escape the tennis drubbing after all.

She knelt down next to us and began to rummage in the bag, eventually bringing out a bright yellow tennis ball.

"This is my lucky one," she said holding it out to her sister.

"Ah, well I'll have that then!!" shouted Izzy as she made a grab for it, and as Ilse tried to snatch back her hand, Izzy had knocked it out and the ball had bounced down onto my chest. I grunted and made a move to grasp it, but not before both girls had dived onto me grappling for their prize.

"Ouch! Watch out...Hey!!" I gasped as they briefly knocked the wind out of me, but then all hell broke loose as Frieda dive in as well, and suddenly we had become a mass of squirming bodies, arms and legs intertwined as we all fought for the strange prize. For a second or so I'd tried to wriggle away, but then I laughed and joined in the melee. I felt a bit like a school kid again as I wriggled between them, chasing that damned ball but the challenge was on although the feel of our close, wrestling bodies was getting disturbingly exciting.

It was just when I'd spotted my opportunity when it happened. The ball had slid out of someone's hand just next to my face. I was under the pile at the time, on my side but able to free my hand from under some soft, warm flesh, goodness knows who's, to make a grab at it.

Then I froze, as I felt something rubbing up against my inner thigh, half way up my leg. It was impossible to see anything from where I was, but my original suspicion was quickly confirmed as I felt a hand begin to caress briefly the bare skin in between my legs before rising upwards. It slipped higher, pushing up my shorts for a few inches before slipping over the top and cupping the hardness that had quickly developed between my legs. It stayed there for a few seconds, teasing and rubbing me until my automatic response was starting to get painfully trapped by my tight shorts before drifting away, just as I finally managed a shocked response, "Hey who's that?"

It was impossible to tell who's hand had been exploring me, and my cry of surprise had been drowned out by Frieda's shout of triumph as she finally twisted away from the rest of us, holding the bright yellow ball high in triumph!

I was breathing deeply as we all rolled away from each other, partly from the exertion of fighting for the damned ball, but also from the shock of that sensual caress. And the effect was to make me drag my knees up to my chin to try and hide the big, uncomfortable bulge that had developed in my shorts. 'Who the hell had that been?' I thought in stunned surprise as I attempted to get my mind round that electric contact, darting suspicious glances at my three cousins, all of whom were ignoring me and congratulating Frieda on her success. I took a deep breath. 'Could it have been an accident?' I began to think wildly, 'They're my cousins after all...' But it hadn't felt like an accident!

The others were getting up though, in apparent ignorance of my condition.

"Come on Paulo," said Ilse brightly as she picked up the tennis bag, "Time to get a thrashing!"

I was still lying on my back with my knees arched up, and I stayed there! I really wasn't sure that I could have stood at that point and even if I had, my embarrassment would have been clear to all!

"I...errrr... I..." I spluttered, not at all sure how I was going to get out of this situation.

But, strangely, it was Izzy who came to me rescue. She kneeled back down next to me and told the other two to go and start a game and that we'd join them later. I watched them give

us a funny look before waving as they turned and headed off to the court at that back of the lodge.

7.An Izzy Surprise

Izzy was smiling as she leaned over me, "You really don't have to feign an injury if you don't want to play you know," she said reassuringly before adding a little disarmingly, "I'd already drawn the short straw of being your partner anyway, so it's probably for the best..."

She paused for a second before adding almost as an afterthought, "...so, when are you going to make love to me?"

I was still processing her first comment, "What do you mean, 'short straw'!? I mean...WHAT did you say?!!"

She leaned a little closer, her deep brown eyes bright, her smile widening, "Come on Paolo, I've seen the way that you look at me..."

"I...never...I..." maybe spluttering incoherently was the best defence mechanism I could come up with at the time.

Her hand had now drifted down to my face and she began to slowly run her fingers through my hair, "...now would be nice don't you think?"

"I...WHAT?!" The dramatic turn of events seemed to have frozen me in some kind of tortured dilemma. Christ, making love to Izzy had been something that I'd fantasised about for years, but I'd never thought that it could ever happen. We were family for Christ's sake! But I finally had to say something as she seemed to be waiting for some kind of adult reaction instead of all the spluttering and gurgling that I'd managed so far!

"Izzy, you can't be serious," I tried at last, "...we're...family...cousins!!"

"I know...it's going to be fantastic isn't it?"

"Izzy, we can't... there's probably a law against it... what about your parents?" God knows why I brought parents into it. That was so un-likely to restrain Izzy from anything!

She seemed to be losing patience a bit, "Don't be silly Paolo, it's not like we're brothers and sisters... even the Pope says it's ok!" Then she surprised me even more, "And I've been looking forward to this for years... ever since we were in England together... you've no idea how often I nearly crept into your bed!"

" But that would probably have been too soon," she added wistfully, "I don't think that your mother would have approved."

The revelation that we'd both been dreaming of making love to each other at the same time, just a few years ago and only a couple of rooms apart in my parent's house left me open mouthed and stunned again, prompting Izzy to further action.

Suddenly I flinched as I felt her other hand, fall into my lap and slowly begin caress my hardness.

"...it's not as if you don't want to now, is it?" she purred.

I felt a flash of anger, "So it WAS you that... just now...mmmm" I didn't finish because she'd bent further over me and pressed her soft lips over mine.

I resisted for all of ten seconds.

Then my lips were working back at hers as the blood started to pound in my head. My hand automatically lifted, but instead of pushing her away, my fingers wrapped around her neck and pulled her harder into me as the kiss developed, our lips parting, tongues beginning to fight a sensuous dance together. I let out a long, heartfelt sigh as I just surrendered myself to the moment, caution thrown to the wind.

Her devilish hand was still busy between my legs, making the bulge inside my shorts ever more uncomfortable. Instinctively my other hand lifted up to find the twin bulges of her bosom, caressing at first and then grasping and fondling her breasts under the white tennis shirt, feeling good when I heard her gasp with pleasure.

But suddenly she pulled away, leaving me breathing hard and gazing at her beautiful, excited face in something approaching wonder. Was this really happening?

It was.

Her hands dropped to the white tennis shirt and literally dragged it over her head, exposing a bright pink, lacy bra that only covered half of the juicy mounds that had been the subject of my hot dreams for so long. This time it looked like I was going to see them in real life, as I watched her hands twist urgently behind her to release the bra clasp, and in an instant, the gaily coloured cups were sliding away from her breasts, leaving them staring at me in all their naked glory.

They were absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking!

Her olive skin was taut over the rounded mounds, lifting higher as she took in a long, deep breath, the soft brown rings surrounding her darker nipples seemed to quiver in anticipation as her sparkling eyes watching mine widen as I took in that fantastic sight.

"My God Izzy... you're so, so... beautiful," I gasped in wonder.

It seemed like I'd found the right words again, as I watched her smile widen and then she'd dropped down on me again, lips fighting to find mine as her hands, grabbed at my shirt, dragging it up so that her hands could roam over my bare chest. My own hands had quickly found their own targets as I caressed and explored her breasts, taking care to give her hardening nipples as much attention as possible! An electric excitement seemed to be coursing through both our bodies as we twisted and writhed together for long minutes until again, to my aching disappointment, she pulled away again, it seemed breathing even harder than me.

She looked into my eyes for just a few seconds and I could see the lust and desire swirling around them before she'd grasped my shirt and dragged it over my head so that we were both topless. Then her eyes had switched quickly to my tight shorts, the hard bulge still evident and her fingers were desperately working at the fastening below my navel.

She was still wearing the tight, pleated pink skirt but it had drifted higher as we'd squirmed together and I could see the tight pink panties that had so drawn my attention in the corridor incident in the villa. Her legs were apart as she struggled with my shorts, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to reach across and caress the tight, smooth material as it dived down into the vee between her lithe thighs.

The result was satisfyingly dramatic as she froze in the process of undoing my pants, head arching back and a long low moan escaped her lips as my fingers rubbed over her sensitive pussy. Those searching fingers quickly slid their way over her firm, aroused mound before tracing a path between the increasingly damp slit between them, forcing the bright pink pantie material deep into the crevice.

I really did have to admire Izzy's self control at this point as, after sucking in some deep breaths and making some accompanying animal-like sounds for a few seconds as my fingers began their exploration, she soon got back to work on my pants, pulling open the button at the top of my fly, dragging down the zip and finally releasing some of the discomfort that I'd been suffering for so long now. Now my hardened member was just trapped inside the thin material of my pale blue undershorts. But not for long! Izzy's hand slipped straight inside as she pushed the top of my pants down and her fingers wrapped themselves possessively around it as it sprang up straight to attention.

This time it was my head that arched back, eyes closed and gasping as her fingers went to work on me! But even then, there was still something holding me back.

"Oh God Izzy, that's so, so good...keep doing it... but what if the Ilse or Frieda come back?...Oh Jesus, yessssss!"

"Oh stop fretting Paulo! You know what they're like when they start playing tennis, they'll be ages..." she sighed in between deep breaths as the fingers of one hand continued to explore my stiff shaft while the other dragged off my shorts and pants.

Not to be outdone, I abandoned all thoughts of caution at last, pulling her down alongside me so that I could get at the fastening of the tiny pink skirt, dragging the zip down and pulling it over her hips to squeals of delight from Izzy as she rolled onto her back and lifted up her legs to ease it off. That gave me a big advantage as I grabbed hold of her ankles, pushing them onto my shoulders as I knelt in between her legs, grasping the elastic waistline of her pink panties, and dragging them off her bottom, which she lifted obligingly and up her thighs.

The sight of her neatly trimmed little brown bush was enough to make my throat go dry as my eyes greedily followed the fuzzy arrowhead to the inviting dark slit below. As if reading my mind, she opened her legs as far as the panties would allow, opening the wet lips of her sex wide enough to see the pink folds of skin guarding her opening. If I'd had any self-control left before, that sight drove it out completely!

An animal-like grunt escaped my lips as I dragged her panties higher and off one leg so that they dangled off one ankle. I didn't need any more help though as her released legs automatically spread in front of me, Izzy's hungry eyes looking at straight at my massive erection, poised high over her wet, molten pussy.

"Now Paolo now, don't wait...I want it now..." she gasped urgently, wide eyed with desire.

And I didn't need any extra encouragement as I pushed her legs wider apart, her pink opening now totally exposed as I dropped down, grasped my straining shaft and pushed the sensitive head between her labia lips to nestle up against the entrance to her hot cave. I paused for a moment to settle myself.

Izzy misread it.

"Oh God Paolo, NO! Don't stop now," she moaned desperately as she thrust her hips back at me, wanting only to feel me inside her.

But I wasn't planning on waiting for anything! With another big grunt I pushed back, sighing in satisfaction as I felt her vagina lips open to tightly envelope me as I pushed myself past her outer defences and deep into her oily warmth.

"That's it Paolo... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh my good, good God," she moaned as she felt me invade her, sliding in further and further until every square centimetre of me was buried deep inside her.

We paused there for an magical moment, savouring every electric sensual signal that our joining had triggered to burst around our taut bodies. I was on my arms above her, and I began to ease back and forth in long, slow thrusts. Her eyes had been tight shut as she'd concentrated on the sensations washing around her body, but finally opened and stared deep into mine.

"Yes Paolo, yes...yes...mmmmmmmm...yes!!" she sighed as her legs lifted, her ankles locking behind my back seemingly to block any thought of escape or withdrawal. Not that that was likely!

Then we were fucking together, getting into an easy rhythm that quickly increased in pace as our excitement mounted. At first we'd stared hungrily into each other's eyes, enjoying the pleasure that we were sharing, but gradually the intensity rose and she began to make low mewing sounds as her eyes closed and she lost herself in her mounting arousal.

I was soon struggling to hold on. I knew that my climax wasn't far away, but I was desperate to please Izzy as well.

"Come on, come on Izzy!" I gasped as I struggled to contain myself, driving in and out still, my shaft feeling like a molten rod, but there was no response, just more low moaning as she slowly twisted her head from side to side, her face a mask of enjoyment or pain, or both!

Then I finally felt her stiffening under me as she plateaued, her fingers had reached up and wrapped themselves in my hair and she was pulling urgently. It had to be the moment!

Almost desperately I began thrusting short and hard, quicker and quicker until I felt her stiffen, arching under me, just as I cried out in my own intense release as I felt myself finally pumping hot seed deep, deep inside her! For a moment we held that pose. Both of us lost in the exquisite relief of our orgasms, before slowly collapsing down together into each other's arms.

My face was resting on her shoulder as I slid reluctantly out of her and lay by her side, half on, half off her. Our chests were heaving together as we dragged in deep breaths to slowly wind ourselves back down to Earth.

"Beautiful Paolo," she whispered to me, our faces close, eyes locked together, a broad smile spreading over her face "So, so beautiful... just like I always imagined..."

"For me too Izzy, " I smiled back at her, "you've no idea how long I've dreamed of that moment...I.."

She stopped me then, finger on her lips as her smile widened even further, "Don't say any more lover, let's just rest together...here...in the warmth." She wrapped her arm round my shoulder and pulled me closer, into her soft warmness and, in seconds, all the tensions of the day seemed to drain out of me and, somehow, incredibly, I drifted off to sleep.

8.Twin Trouble

I think that it was the guttural tones of Izzy's voice that first brought me back into some form of awareness. I was still a little disorientated after our explosion of love-making and my eyes were shut as my brain started to get in gear again. I realised that I was lying on my back and that my head rested on something soft. I sighed in silent satisfaction as I felt Izzy's delicate fingers trace little patterns around my neck and ear. But why was she speaking in German? It didn't make sense.

And then it did!

My eyes shot open as I realised that she must be talking to the twins. And here we were naked on the lawn together!

That was when I got distracted again as my eyes searched urgently upwards to Izzy's face. She was sitting cross legged with my head in her lap, hands resting gently on the sides of my head as her fingers continued to tease around my neck and through hair. By looking up at her though I was staring straight at the underside of her round, golden globes. Her dark nipples still stood out perkily, and swayed around suggestively as she looked down at me.

"Oh, look who's resurfaced," she said with a smile, switching to English.

My eyes instantly flashed away to the target of the comment and locked, with an air of total panic, onto my Austrian cousins who were standing arm in arm a couple of yards away. I was desperately trying to interpret the looks on their faces. Oh my God, what would they say? And, maybe more importantly, who would they tell? I was expecting shocked surprise as they gazed at our nakedness but, strangely, they just seemed to be smiling knowingly.

My body tensed as I made to sit up and cover myself. Where the hell were my clothes?

That manoeuvre was thwarted by the hands around my head suddenly tightening though and holding me in place.

"Hey, Izzy!" I gasped as I dropped one hand protectively to cover my limp member, and then my eyes widened in shock as I realised that it wasn't particularly limp anymore!

"Now, now Paolo," she laughed, "Where do you think you're going? It's Ilse's turn now."

"What?!"

"Well, you can't expect to display yourself like this and not illicit a bit of interest can you?"

"But she's my..."

"...Cousin. Yes, we know all that, but we've already been through the cousin thing haven't we!? And when I told them how good you were... well, they naturally want a try too!"

"You told them what?!"

"Well, you were rather nice... and... very energetic!"

"But I can't!"

Izzy leaned forward, brushed my hand away from my lap and let her own briefly caress my cock which obligingly stiffened even more as it started to come alive again.

"Yes Paolo... I really think you can!" she laughed.

"Oh my Paolo, that looks so, so beautiful," said Ilse huskily as all three women stared hard at my rising flag pole. I don't think that I've ever heard my erection described as 'beautiful' before. Maybe Ilse's English wasn't up to 'enormous rigid pole', but I couldn't help but feel flattered and maybe I rose up another inch or two in response!