Kissing My Sister's Cousin

"Why?"

"You're going to sunburned your ass."

"No I won't," I said, knowing I already had a good base tan.

"I'm serious. Your ass is getting pink."

Looking over my shoulder, I strained my neck around until I could check for myself and saw she was right. My shoulders, back, and lower legs might be able to take all the sun I could give them, but not the white flesh of my ass. "I should get dressed," I said.

"No, you should roll over and work on your front."

"No way," I said, knowing the show I would be giving them.

"We've already seen it," Holly said.

"I know," I said, stalling for another answer that I couldn't see.

"If you do it, I'll put the lotion on you," Holly suggested and that sealed the deal for me. No way was I going to refuse an invitation like that.

"Just you?" I asked.

"Does it really matter?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said, still feeling self-conscious about showing off my hard cock to both of them. It was one thing feeling hidden beneath the gently swirling waters of the creek. It was another thing to lay on my back in the full sun where they could both watch it throb with need.

"Oh, just do it," Maggie said, getting up and moving to my otherside. When she tried pushing me over, Holly joined in by pulling me over. I gave up, let them do it, and a moment later I was laying naked on my back with my hard-on throbbing in the sun. "Wow, you are really excited."

"I wonder why?" I said, sure that I was blushing as both girls stared at my throbbing cock. That didn't stop me from enjoying the view I had. The girls knelt on either side of me and I had full view of their beautiful bodies. Unsure what to do with my hands, I wound up putting them behind my head. If this is what they wanted to see, then fuck it, have at it.

Holly picked up the lotion and drew a squiggly line spread across my chest and my flat stomach. Both girls began spreading out the lotion. "I can't believe how much you filled out since high school," Maggie said as her hand slipped over my pecs to my shoulder and the squeezed my bicep.

"You've got a great body," Holly agreed, rubbing her hand in a small circle across my stomach while keeping her fingers just above my tanline.

I braced myself for what was next because I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle it. I was too excited and had missed two days of jerking off. If either one of them began rubbing my cock with lotion, I didn't think I could hold back. "I'm really excited," I cautioned as Maggie picked up the bottle of lotion.

"We can see that," she said with a happy smile before squirting a long stripe of lotion down the front of each leg.

Holly giggled, instantly catching on to Maggie's plan. Rather than put any lotion on my middle section, they skipped it, rubbing my thighs, knees, and calves instead. My cock expressed its objection about being forgotten by throbbing even harder. "Wow," Holly said, unable to keep her eyes off my cock.

"I love it seeing a guy that excited," Maggie said, staring right along with her.

"This is like the longest I've ever stared at one without the guy wanting me to do something to him."

"How much more do you think you can take, bro?" my sister asked.

"You're torturing me," I said through gritted teeth.

"Probably," Maggie said, rubbing lotion around my cock area without touching it. "How much am I allowed to do?"

"Anything," I groaned, no longer caring if she was my sister.

"Give me your hand," she told Holly, having her fold three fingers into a fist while leaving her index finger sticking out as if she was pointing at something. "You see this spot right here?" she asked, using Holly's finger to point at my circumcision scar. "That's like the magic spot on every guy's dick. If you rub right there, it really drives them crazy." Holding Holly's wrist, Maggie directed Holly's slippery, lotion coated index finger directly over that special little bundle of nerves, guiding her and making her finger draw a very light little circle around that spot.

"Stop it," I hissed, feeling my cock throbbing as if I was going to blast off.

"See?" Maggie grinned, pulling away Holly's finger. "That's like a guy's clit or something."

Holly looked at my face, giving me that dazzling smile of her. "Did it really feel good?"

I nodded my head, too excited for words until I had taken a couple deep, calming breaths.

"What's your record?" Maggie asked me, drawing a blank, questioning glance from both Holly and I. "You know, the most numbers of times you've gotten off in one day. Everyone has a number and they all know it."

"Five," I said, too far out of mind with lust and need to argue, lie, or obfuscate.

"And how many of those did you give yourself?" she asked, grinning.

"Three of them," I admitted, pissed that she would ask me such a personal question.

"Whoa," Holly said, taking a moment to think about it. "Which happened first?"

"Yeah," Maggie said, piling on so I had to answer the question.

"I did it twice before my date, twice with her and then once more afterwards."

"You came twice times with the same girl in the same night?" Holly asked, looking surprised.

"I've had guys do that with me," Maggie said. "But I don't think they had done it twice before our date or that they could still do it again afterwards."

"You really are a stud," Holly said, glancing down at my still throbbing prick as if it was magical.

"What's your number?" Maggie asked Holly, surprising the pretty blonde.

"With a guy?"

"Total in one day."

Holly blushed before admitting, "I'm not sure how to count them, because sometimes I can have more than one of them, especially if I'm doing it."

"Ever squirt?" Maggie asked.

"Ew, no. I've seen that in videos and I don't think I want to do that. Have you?"

"No. I've come close once or twice, but instead I just get really, really wet down there. Like, buy a new mattress wet or something."

"Yeah," Holly said, looking very pleased with Maggie's answer. "What about you? What's your number?"

"Six with a guy and nine on my own."

"In one day?!" Holly asked, looking surprised. "You did yourself nine times?"

It didn't happen often, but I saw a very faint blush rise to Maggie's cheeks as she nodded her head. "I wanted to see how many times I could do it and I think I could have done it more if I had started sooner, but it got late and I got sleepy."

"Wait a second, what's your number?" I asked Holly, realizing she had never given a number.

"Only four," she said in a quiet voice. "Two with my boyfriend at the time and then two more later that night. But the ones later that night, the ones I did myself? Those were really long ones."

Maggie turned her head, looking again at my cock. She ran her finger up it from my balls to the tip of my prick. "So, what do you think we should with you?"

"I don't know," I said, feeling very vulnerable and unsure of myself.

"Is it okay that I'm doing this?" she asked, lightly tracing her finger along the length of my cock again, teasing without coming anywhere close to pleasing.

"I guess," I said, feeling more exposed than ever. It felt so wrong being turned on by sister, seeing her naked, being naked in front of her, being hard and having her touching me. One thing piled on top of the other, leaving me feeling very strange.

"Do you think it's wrong that I'm doing this to him?" Maggie asked Holly.

"Yes," the pretty blonde answered. "But that's what makes it so hot, too."

"I'm really excited."

"Me, too," Holly softly confessed.

"It's just a dick," Maggie said as if she was talking to herself instead of us. She grabbed its base and tapped my stomach a few times with my cock. "A long, beautiful, thick dick."

"Does it hurt being that hard?" Holly asked.

"It aches because I want more, you know?"

"From me?" Maggie asked.

"I don't know," I said, scared by the answer that I really felt. Deep inside, I knew I didn't care that it was Maggie touching me.

"Mom and Dad would be so pissed if they knew we were doing anything like this," Maggie giggled, caressing my thigh instead of my cock.

"They would freak the fuck out," I agreed as a nervous chuckle escaped me.

"Do you care?"

"Not really," I said without considering the words until they had left my mouth and even then I knew I had spoken the truth.

"You guys are making me so horny," Holly said, squirming and looking as frustrated as I felt.

"Your nipples are really hard," Maggie said.

"They're really sensitive right now, too," Holly said, looking down at herself as she ran two fingers over her left nipple. She shivered before pinching her nipple as if that would make it feel better. Taking a deep breath, she planted her hands on her thighs as if she couldn't trust them after touching her chest.

Maggie stared at my cock again for a few moments before looking up at Holly. "What should I do?" she asked.

"What do you want to do?"

"Everything," Maggie snorted, laughing. She reached across me, grabbed Holly's hand and laid it on my body. "You do something to him."

"Like what?" Holly asked, rubbing my thigh.

"Make him cum so I won't," Maggie said with a desperate, pleading tone in her voice.

I tried to think of something to say, but I was speechlessly and afraid that if I so much as breathed too hard, I might break the spell that had fallen over us.

"Why me?" Holly asked.

"Because I don't know what happens if I cross that line," my sister groaned, biting at her lip, which was something she only did when she was really stressed.

Holly laid down with me, pressing against me and I became hyperaware of her nakedness pressing against mine. "Is it okay if we kiss?" she asked, hovering over me.

"I guess," I said.

"And is it okay if your sister does stuff while we kiss?"

I nodded, scared and excited at the same time.

That was all the invitation Holly needed. She leaned over the rest of the way, pressing her bare chest against mine while covering my lips with her. The moment our lips touched, they parted, and my tongue found hers for that most intimate of dances.

At first, nothing else seemed to be happening except us kissing. My cock kept throbbing. I knew Maggie could see it. I knew she was probably staring at it throbbing, and for the first time since I had gotten naked, I didn't care. She had done this to me. She had tricked, teased, and dared me into getting hard and naked. If anything happened, it was her fault; not mine. I kept kissing my cousin, ignoring that she was too closely related to be considered a kissing cousin. I don't know why that felt okay, but it did.

I don't know how long we kissed before Maggie made up her mind, but it felt like a long time. And then it happened. I felt a concentrated, warm breeze against my cock one moment before I felt warm, moist lips engulfing it. I moaned into Holly's mouth and she responded by kissing me harder. It was the sort of kiss a person can get lost inside of and I almost did, except for the second mouth on me.

Maggie was sucking me. I knew it. She knew it. If anyone was in the dark about what was happening, it was Holly, but something told me she knew it, too. Maybe she heard the soft suckling sounds of Maggie working me over. Or maybe one of the hands I felt between my legs belonged to Holly, I don't know. I felt a hand around my cock and one more on my balls. Did they both belong to Maggie or did one of them belong to Holly? And, if one of them belonged to Holly, which one? Was she holding my cock or fondling my balls?

I didn't have long to work things out and didn't bother to try. I was too excited, too much in need to object, complain, or worry about who was doing what. Three things mattered to me at that moment. One, I was finally kissing the girl who I had been staring down since I first saw her. Second, my sister was sucking my cock. And third, I was about to cum.

I moaned again, I guess as a warning that my orgasm was imminent or maybe because it all felt so good. Does it matter? I moaned and I came. My tight balls finally released their pent-up desire and my sister's mouth never left me. My sister kept her warm, wet lips around my cock, pumping my shaft, and draining my balls of every drop I had to offer for that orgasm.

Somehow, Holly could tell my moment had passed. She broke away from our kiss just in time for me to see my sister sitting back up again. "How was it?" she asked Maggie.

"Yummy," my sister said before leaning across me and kissing Holly. Lying between them, I stared up and watched their kiss. It wasn't short and I'm pretty sure tongues met, too. "Thank you," Maggie said afterwards.

Holly smiled, but wore an odd looking expression on her face. "You okay?" I asked.

"I never kissed a girl before," she said, finding her smile. "Not like that."

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"No, it was good," Holly said, touching her lips as if making sure they were still hers.

I glanced at Maggie to see how she was doing, but as soon as our eyes met, our gaze lingered until she finally asked, "Are we still okay?"

"I think so," I said, finding it easier to smile now that my aching need had temporarily subsided. She looked down at my dick, still wet from her mouth, and caressed it.

"That made me really horny," she pouted, squeezing my cock as if to see how hard I was.

"Me too," Holly moaned, looking at my cock and at Maggie. I watched one of her hands slip between her legs and watched it wiggle for a moment before she caught me watching. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I can't help it."

"Go for it," I said, tentatively reaching up and playing with her tits. Since she seemed to like that, I kept doing it.

"Oh fuck," she murmured, clutching at herself and rubbing faster. She held my hand over her tit, as if afraid I was going to move it away, which was foolish, because there was no way I wanted to stop playing with her tits. I rolled her stiff nipple between my finger and thumb and watched as she first gasped and then came. "Wow, I really needed that," she said as a shiver ran through her.

"What about me?" Maggie asked, pulling on my cock with one hand while clutching at her chest.

"Go for it," I said, running my hand up her thigh until it was touching her hot, wet pussy. I shoved two fingers inside of her before pulling them out and rubbing her clit. Maggie gave me a shocked and surprised look, but didn't pull away. That's when I sat up, pushed her hand out of the way, and began sucking on one of her fat nipples.

Holly crawled halfway across me, kneeling on all fours and sucked on Maggie's other tit for a bit until that wasn't good enough for Maggie. She grabbed at Holly, pulling her up until their lips met again. Their hungry mouths met with my head sandwiched between their chests and I kept rubbing my sister's clit until she came.

"Thanks," she gasped, rocking back on her heels and looking at us with a stunned and amazed look on her face. I knew how she felt. A big smile grew on her face before she started laughing and the next thing I knew, Holly and I were laughing along with her. I still don't know why were laughing. No one had said or done anything funny, except it suddenly felt very good to laugh.

Our laughter ended with three kisses shared between us. Maggie kissed Holly again. Holly kissed me. And then I kissed my sister on the lips, a real kiss, and it didn't feel gross or weird. "So that just happened," Maggie said after our kiss.

"Yeah, it did," I agreed, caressing her chest as if it was something I had always been allowed to do.

"You have a great cock," Maggie told me, rubbing it again.

"And you have a great everything," I told her. We shared a smile that felt like a promise that we would be okay regardless of what had just happened. "I love you, too," I said, finally returning the words she had spoken so long ago.

Holly stood, stretched, and looked around the open space. "What time is it?" she asked. None of us knew, except we weren't lying in the sun anymore. At some point the shade of the trees surrounding us had overtaken our sunny spot.

"We should probably head back," I said, hating myself for stating the obvious, but someone had to say it.

"I don't want to," Holly said, frowning.

"We really should," Maggie said, confirming what I had said.

"I know, but I still don't want to," Holly pouted, making Maggie and I laugh as she stomped over to her clothes. She tossed us our clothes before wiggling back into hers. It wasn't until I picked up the backpack that I realized I was dressed wrong.

"Wait a second," I said, dropping the backpack. I shucked off my shorts, unashamed of them seeing me naked, and squirmed into my swimsuit.

"Good call," Maggie said before leading the way back to camp.

The three of us were quiet during the walk back. The biggest change wasn't our lack of conversation, it was how we walked. We walked together, side-by-side. Finally, we reached The Canyon. Once we crawled up the opposite side, I handed over the backpack. Holly wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply before I headed off in a different direction to maintain our ruse. I was glad for a bit of time to myself. I needed it to walk off the hard-on I had from kissing her.

Every evening of the reunion there's a big barbeque at the pavilion giving everyone a chance to mingle with their relatives. Dad had a beer buzz from spending the afternoon pitching horseshoes and drinking beer. He didn't approve how Maggie was dressed. Dad didn't approve of much. When Holly and her family paraded by, I guess turned my head, because I got another mini lecture from Dad, "Looking at her is like checking out your sister," he growled.

"Yeah, I get it," I said, biting back a smirk. He had no idea how I much time I was spending checking out Maggie, too. She was still my sister, but something had changed, too.

After dinner, I lost track of Maggie and Holly. With dozens of kids to wrangle, the older teens were expected to help out while our parents drank, laughed, and carried on. I had the job of showing a movie again. Afterwards, I took a lap around the camp, hoping to run into Holly or Maggie without any luck. Frustrated, I gave up, headed back to our tent and with nothing better to do, I fired up my tablet and tried losing myself in an action flick.

Though there were car chases and gunshots a-plenty, I couldn't keep my mind off what had happened that afternoon. I knew Maggie and I crossed lines brothers and sisters weren't supposed to approach. Then again, we crossed even more lines playing with Holly, too. Had Maggie crossed more lines than me by kissing our cousin? Hell, maybe Dad had it right along, maybe it didn't matter whether Maggie had kissed a girl or if I had gotten a blowjob from my sister while our cousin helped. If one drop of what had happened was wrong, didn't that make all of it wrong?

Near the end of the movie, Maggie finally came back to the tent. I popped out my headphones the moment I saw her.

"Watching porn?" she asked, which is exactly what she always asked me.

"No," I said in same exasperated tone she got every time she asked that question. It's funny life has little scripts we follow without thinking about. It was gloomy inside the tent, if you had to do anything detailed, you'd need a flashlight. After staring at the bright tablet screen, I could make out her silhouette and nothing more as she moved to her cot.

"Mom and Dad still getting drunk?"

"You know it," I said, smiling whether she could see it or not. "Did you get lucky?"

"With Holly," she whispered in a even lower tone than before.

"You are so lying!" I challenged, though that wasn't how I felt. Truth was, just the suggestion that she might have fooled around with Holly was making me hard. I rubbed the growing lump inside my shorts.