A Tangled Web

There was a pause as both David and Sandra tried to understand what Mary had just said.

"Well, how should a brother and sister be?" asked Sandra.

"No, I mean you act as though you were a real brother and sister."

Another pause, during which Sandra and David looked at their Mother, looked at each other and then back at their Mother again. Both appeared as though they were about to say something, but nothing came out.

Mary frowned at their reaction. She was a bit confused, but then the penny dropped, "Oh my!" she said. Her hand clamped over her mouth and for a while she looked utterly distraught.

"What is it?" asked David gently.

"You're going to think I'm dreadful! I've just realised that I didn't explain things properly two years ago."

Both Sandra and David sat down next to their Mother and put and arm around her. "It's OK Mum, just tell us now," said David.

Mary took a deep breath and said, "I told you that your parents died in a car crash, but I was so flustered at the time that I didn't explain myself clearly." She took another deep breath, looked at each of them and then continued, "When I said that your parents died, I meant your parents." She looked at Sandra, then looked at David and continued, "And your parents. There were two sets. Your fathers were brothers. They were in the car with both their wives."

They looked past their Mother at each other. Somehow, the loss with which they had had to cope had suddenly doubled. Each had not only lost a Mother and Father but also an Uncle and Aunt.

Mary was flustered again and quite tearful. They told her not to worry, that they were grateful they now knew the truth. She fled upstairs, thinking that they would need to be alone to digest this latest revelation.

"Shit!" said David when Mary had gone.

"I know," said Sandra. "I can understand how Mum made the mistake, but it's unbelievable that it's taken this long to find out."

"Do you know what this means?"

Without thinking Sandra said, "Yeah. It means if I sit on your lap again and you start to get a hard-on I don't have to feel quite so awkward about it."

David's face reddened.

"Erm... Did I just say that out loud?"

Sandra's brother simply nodded, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Well I guess it's OK to say, 'cos we're only cousins and not a brother and sister."

Both stared at each other, lost in their own private thoughts for a while; such private thoughts that were of both an erotic and a carnal nature. Almost as if attracted by magnets they slid together along the sofa, folded their arms around each other and cuddled. The deep, passionate kissing lasted for some time, before they were able to pull apart.

"Listen," said Sandra. "This is OK, but we're still cousins. We can't... well, you know."

"No, no of course not," he replied. His hand moved to her breast, felt the hardened nipple through the material of her t-shirt and bra. Sandra gasped at his touch.

"No David, we mustn't. Now stop it." Her brother released the breast reluctantly, but did as he was told. Sandra's hand slid to his crotch and was pleased to make contact with the lump she had felt earlier. Her brother grunted as she squeezed his dick a couple of times, then she released it and sat back away from him, so that both were now out of reach of each other.

*****

Chapter 7

The sexual tension between Sandra and David eased over the next few days as they tried to avoid situations whereby they would be either physically close to each other, or alone together.

Inevitably, they found themselves at home alone when their parents went out for the day the next week.

"Are you going swimming again?" asked Sandra.

"Yes. I haven't been for a couple of days and I need the exercise."

"Can I come?"

In answer David merely raised an eyebrow and grinned lasciviously.

"David! You are incorrigible!" she exclaimed.

As Sandra jogged upstairs to get her swimming costume, she couldn't help thinking about her 'cousin's' inference about her own sexuality. She shivered with anticipation of seeing David's hunky and, yes, sexy body.

Throughout the journey to the pool Sandra was struggling with her libido. David appeared to be relaxed and not at all pre-occupied in the same way that she was. However, his was a good act; the moment she had disappeared upstairs to get her things he had found himself bearing a raging hard-on. It was the thought of seeing that gorgeous body in a tight fitting swimsuit again that had done it. He managed to get control by the time that she had joined him in the car, but it was a struggle.

In the changing booth Sandra began to undress. She decided to strip off first and then put her hair in the pig-tail in readiness for coiling it in a bun. As a result, she stood naked for some time before she was ready to reach for her costume. At that point she looked down and found herself appraising her own body – and getting turned on by it. Her nipples were already hard and she had to stifle a groan when she touched them. In her mind she was saying, "No! You can't do that here!" But her body raised one leg onto the seat and she watched as if in a dream as her hand slid along her thigh from her knee. As she reached the short, dark curls the hand turned to cover the pubic region. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she started to rub her clitoris with her fingertips and then slipped them down to probe between her labia. Within sixty seconds her body was shuddering as she came.

Almost ashamed, Sandra quickly pulled on her costume, hoping that the double thickness of material at the crotch would soak up any excess moisture.

*****

Meanwhile, David was ploughing up and down the pool, trying to ignore the idea that he was about to see Sandra almost naked. When she walked onto the pool side he was still head down, but when he finally stopped and raised his eyes, there she was in the water beside him. He had to remain in a kneeling position as he could already feel a stirring in his trunks.

Sandra stood smiling at him, the water lapping around her waist. Her nipples were still hard from her earlier masturbation. David ducked his head under water to try and clear his head.

They swam side-by-side for a while, talking as they did so. Eventually, Sandra asked how she could swim faster. David told her that apart from more training and practice, she could probably improve her breathing technique. "You breathe only to one side and when you do; your arms come up higher. You need to balance your body more and bring the arm around rather than over. Breathing on both sides will help the balance. Also, when you stroke, you should push the water down your body."

"Can you help me to learn how?"

"Sure," said David. "Let's go over to the other side where we've got some space."

Once there, David explained that he wanted his sister to swim normally, but that he would be holding onto her in order to keep her body level. As she leant forwards, he place his hands on either side of her waist and held her as she began to swim. After a while, her body stopped its tendency to twist as she breathed to the side and she began to smooth her movements out. After a minute of this, she attempted to take a breath to the left. She found it a little difficult at first, but with concentrated effort she began to get the hang of it.

She stopped swimming and raised her head out of the water. David was still holding her in a firm grip and seemed for a moment to be oblivious to the fact that she had stopped swimming.

"David?"

"Mm? Oh, sorry!" He let go and her body slipped beneath the surface. As she sank she bumped against David and felt the unmistakeable erection. When she surfaced, David was looking slightly red-faced.

She tried to change the subject as quickly as possible, "You don't seem to turn your head as far as I do when you breathe."

After a pause, David recovered his wits and said, "When you go fast enough, you create a bit of a bow wave with your head. It creates a trough just behind. At top speed, I find that I can get away with half the movement and I can still get the air in."

Sandra decided to swim for a few more lengths, trying the new technique, before leaving the pool. David had to stay in a little longer to cover his embarrassment.

*****

Once back home, the two prepared and ate lunch together in the kitchen. They talked for some time before Sandra raised the subject of the swimming pool again.

"Were you having a bit of a problem when we were in the pool?" she asked.

"Er, what do you mean?"

"I mean; I got the impression that you may have had a muscle pumped up that perhaps shouldn't have been?

David closed his eyes and grimaced. "I couldn't help it. It just happened, you know? I had to stay in there until it went down."

She smiled, "Its OK, I was only teasing, David." She went on, "Listen, what you taught me in the pool was interesting, but the pushing the water down my body seemed awkward and I couldn't really get on with it."

"Oh." David thought for a while, and then said, "Well, there is another technique. It's not approved, but it's what I taught myself before I had a coach."

"How does it work?"

"Well, when your hand pierces the water, you turn it through ninety degrees and then push round to the side – almost like a one-sided breaststroke. Listen, why don't we go back into the lounge and I'll show you."

Sandra slipped off her light cardigan to reveal that she was wearing a white vest top, with cream shorts. As she lay down on the cushions that David had arrayed on the floor, he realised two things; firstly that she was not wearing a bra and, secondly, that beneath the tight, thin material of her shorts she appeared to be wearing the skimpiest of thongs.

"OK, keep your head facing forwards as you would if you were in the pool. Now put both arms straight out ahead as if you were pushing off. That's it."

In this position, Sandra's top slid up her back a little revealing and expanse of smooth flesh.

David explained what he wanted Sandra to do, but with her head down in the cushion she couldn't see what her arms were doing.

"No, no, no. Not like that. Hang on." He swiftly knelt astride her buttocks and then leaned forward to take hold of her wrists. In this way he was able to guide her arms in the movement that he wanted.

"Oh I get it now," her voice was muffled by the cushions. "The arms go down just below the surface and then swing back round just above the water."

David released Sandra's arms and sat back as she started to repeat the movement for herself. He realised that she had started kicking her legs in time with her arm strokes. This action made her ass cheeks move in a delightful way, causing them to rub against his genitalia through his shorts. The inevitable happened and his cock rose to attention.

At first, Sandra was concentrating so hard on what she was doing that she didn't realise what was happening. She stopped suddenly when David groaned and leaned slightly forward. His penis was now pressing down into the cleft between her cheeks.

"David!" she shouted.

"Don't' stop. You must be able to concentrate on your stroke no matter what the distraction," he lied.

Sandra wasn't at all convinced, but re-commenced her movements. She was very concerned about David's behaviour, especially when he pushed her vest higher up her back, but she continued anyway.

When David dropped his weight down on Sandra, it was as if all of the air had been knocked out of her. His dick was pressing down hard into her ass and his hands were trying to force their way under her body onto her breasts. She was at the same time both frightened and excited as her brother tried to dry-hump her. He didn't last very long and soon she heard him groaning as his movements jerked to a stop. He remained on top of her, hands clutching her tits, for several minutes before coming to his senses.

David jumped off of Sandra. When she looked back at him he looked appalled at what he had done. "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me."

In a petulant voice, she said, "I know exactly what came over me!" She pulled her top back down before rolling over onto her back. "I suggest that you go and clean yourself up – I can see that it's seeped through your pants and shorts. We'd better talk later when you've regained your composure."

David fled. Sandra put the cushions back on the sofa and sat down. She pulled her top up to reveal her breasts and then clutched them in the way her brother had done only minutes before.

*****

Chapter 8

George and Mary returned from their day trip in the early evening. The tension between Sandra and David was still there, but their parents didn't notice. Eventually, they went to bed early leaving the two young people together.

The awkward silence was broken by David, "Sandra I'm really, really sorry. It's just that you got me so horny that I lost control of myself."

"I got you horny? David, I did nothing. You got yourself turned on, I didn't do it. I thought for a while that you were going to rape me!"

David looked horrified. "No, I wouldn't have done that."

"Are you kidding? Are you trying to say that if we had both been stark naked you wouldn't have tried to fuck me?"

He made to answer, but then stopped, realising that he couldn't say that at all. He looked down in shame and said. "Look, I really am sorry. I'll make it up to you in any way that I can. Just say the word."

Sandra felt somewhat safer now, being dressed in jeans and thick shirt. She instantly decided on her revenge and David's punishment. She licked her lips and said, "You felt very big. I want to see it."

David wasn't sure that he had heard correctly. "You want to... see it?"

"Take your clothes of David. Now. All of them."

He was about to suggest that she must be stringing him along, but the look on her face told a different story. It didn't take long for him to remove his t-shirt and then drop his shorts. He stood in his boxers and hooked his thumbs inside the waistband.

"Go on," she said. "Take them off."

When David kicked his pants off, his penis was stirring but not yet anywhere near erect.

Sandra looked on without compassion. "Now get it up."

David grasped his hand around the flaccid shaft and began to rub it. Very soon it had grown to its full size.

"You are big aren't you? I'm surprised the girls at University aren't lining up for you."

David grinned sheepishly.

"OK. Now you can wank yourself off. Take your time; I want to see it really spurt."

Although embarrassed, David found the situation to be highly erotic. As he rubbed up and down the shaft slowly, Sandra got up and walked around him. She longed to stroke his buttocks, but she refrained from doing so. His dick was truly magnificent – not only a good size, but it looked beautiful without any pubic hair. She desperately wanted to taste it with her mouth, but she knew that she couldn't and resisted the temptation.

As David's hips began to jerk Sandra swiftly picked up his underpants and held them at the end of his penis just as he started to ejaculate. She marvelled at the amount that he managed to produce – especially as she knew he had come earlier in the day. She found it hard to imagine how much he had shot earlier.

"Now come and sit over here," she said. Naked, David sat beside her. She popped the button at the top of her jeans and then proceeded to unfasten the rest. Taking his hand she slid it down inside her trousers, lifted the waistband of her panties pushed it inside.

"Now I'm going to tell you how I like to be masturbated and you're going to do it for me. That's it. Use the middle finger just there. No, don't be so keen to get inside; you can do that in a moment."

David couldn't believe what was happening. His hand was inside his sister's panties and he was stroking her clit. Her legs eased wider and her breathing became heavier. "Now you can go in there, but be gentle," He slid his fingers further round and then hooked the middle digit into her vagina. She was incredibly wet and the finger went in up to two knuckles.

Sandra was getting very turned on by now and in her excitement began to make demands. "Another one, slip another finger in there."

David tried, but found it impossible. "I can't," he said. "There isn't enough room." The tight jeans were hampering movement.

Sandra lifted her hips and shoved her trousers and thong down below her knees allowing her to spread her legs further. The scent of her arousal hit David like a hammer blow and as the two digits pushed deep within her moist pussy; his cock became rigid once more. She was close to her orgasm and seeing the shaft within reach grabbed for it. Her brother continued to wank her mercilessly (for which she was grateful). As she drew nearer to her climax, she had the urge to move her face closer to the solid, pulsing rod in her hand. She wanted to taste it, to take it in her mouth, but as she decided to do so and leant over, her orgasm hit her hard and prevented her from doing anything more than shudder in ecstasy.

David gently withdrew his fingers. Sandra had collapsed against him and had her eyes closed. He cradled her in one arm and because she wasn't watching found himself staring at her pussy. Clearly she too had recently shaved herself smooth. Her pubic region was drenched with her juices and glistened in the light. He had the urge to drop his head between her legs and taste her, but was wary after his loss of control earlier.

Sandra lifted her head from his shoulder and then pulled her jeans and panties up – although she didn't yet re-fasten them. She looked down at David's still hard, nodding penis and smiled. "I suppose that maybe I should take care of that for you now, or you may get a bit carried away like earlier." She took hold of the penis and began to rub it gently. Although she had had two boyfriends, neither had been as well endowed and she had never really looked at either of them properly (even during fellatio).

She was fascinated by it and leant forward to look more closely. Her hand movements were slow and languorous. She said, "Is this how you like it to be done?"

He nodded.

"What happens if I go faster?"

"I... don't know. I guess I come quicker."

"Oh. Well, I suppose that I should really put you out of your misery as soon as possible, shouldn't I?" With that, Sandra suddenly began wanking David at a furious pace. He squirmed as she pumped faster and faster and within another thirty seconds his cock erupted. She realised what was happening just in time and sat back out of range – or so she thought. The first jet arced high towards her and landed in the "v" made by her shirt buttons on her chest.

As the fountain of creamy white liquid began to lessen, the force dropped and the last spurts dribbled down onto Sandra's hand. She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her hand and cleavage, before mopping up elsewhere.

"Now we've got that out of our systems it shouldn't be so difficult to control in future," she said brightly.

"No," David replied simply.

*****

Chapter 9

For the next week they managed to keep control of their emotions, even going to the swimming pool on two further occasions without incident. It was a Friday evening when they found themselves sitting alone together again, sharing a bottle of wine. They talked idly about anything and everything, especially their childhood.

"Whatever happened to that teddy bear of yours? You used to always have it in bed with you – in fact I know that you took it away to College with you. So what happened to it?" said David.

"Mr. Cuddles? Ah, well. Let's just say that I...well... loved him to death," she said archly.