Kissing My Sister's Cousin

"We didn't go all the way," Holly said, slipping off her cot and moving closer. She sat next to my cot so we could talk without anyone else hearing. "We just made out and fingered each other."

"No way," I said, unsure what to make of her story aside from getting really hard. "Did you like it?"

"It's different making with a girl," she said. "Hot, really hot."

"I'm so hard," I admitted.

"Really?" she asked, slipping her hand over my covers and feeling for herself. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," I said, with over thinking my answer. Though Maggie's simmering sensuality could make most men lose their ability to speak, she was my sister. I was immune to her powers. Instead, I wondered if it would be okay for me to take off my shorts.

"She really likes you."

"She said that?"

"Yeah, and more than just because you have a big dick. She thinks your funny because you're always so shy."

That made me blush and change the topic. "I need to jerk-off," I said, which had little to do with her words and everything to do with her hand rubbing my hard cock.

"Can I . . . nevermind," she started before cutting off her thought.

"Watch?" I asked.

"Help," she said so quietly I nearly missed it.

"You can do anything you want," I said, pulling off my sheets before undoing my shorts. Maggie helped me pull them off my legs.

"What if Mom and Dad come back?" she asked, touching my exposed cock.

"I don't know," I said, not really worried about it..

"I liked sucking you today," she said, gently tugging and pulling on me. "Is that weird?"

"I don't think so."

"I used to suck off guys I didn't want to fuck."

"Is that why you did that to me?"

"Maybe, I don't know," she said, moving her hand to my thigh instead of my cock. "This is really wrong, isn't it?"

"Probably," I said, taking over for her missing hand. We had no business doing any of this and we knew it. "What happened with Holly was wrong, too."

"True," she said, slipping her hand back over my hard cock. She grabbed a lock of my pubic hair and pulled on it. "We think you should shave down here."

"Why?"

"Because it's sexy when a guy shaves, too," she giggled as if that was stupid question. "Close your eyes, okay?"

"Why?" I asked a second time, as if I was a very philosophical owl.

"Just do it and promise me you'll keep them closed," she said, moving to her knees.

I did close my eyes for the first part, at least until I felt her warm, wet lips around my cock for the second time that day. She made a loud slurping sound that worried me. "Quietly," I whispered, looking down my body. In the gloom of the tent, I could make out her form and little more, but I knew it was her. I knew it was my sister with her mouth around my hard cock and I didn't care. I caressed her hair as she kept her slurping noises to a minimum. I lasted longer than this afternoon, but not by much. The thrill of what was happening was too much for me to resist its pleasures. I stifled a moan as I came, no longer worried about shooting off inside her mouth. As I came, there was a soft moan from her, too. She didn't stop until long after my orgasm ended.

"Thank you," she said, kissing my chest before easing away. "I needed that."

"Okay," I said, confused. I was missing something, but I didn't know what.

"I needed to know I still like dick, too," she explained before getting changed. Maggie pulled off her shorts and bikini top before pulling on an oversized t-shirt. My imagination filled in the parts of her body I couldn't really see. I pulled my shorts back on because it felt wrong to sleep naked in the same tent we shared with our parents. Relaxed from my orgasm, I rolled over and clutched the remainder of my hard-on. "I love you," Maggie very quietly said.

"You too," I mumbled, unsure if I said it loud enough for her to hear before closing my eyes and falling deeply asleep.

We woke to the sound of birds chirping in the trees and the tent glowing with the rising sun. I glanced at Maggie and she gave me a sleepy smile. "Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning," I replied with an easy smile, my first of the day and it felt good and right. I pushed off my sheets and pulled on a t-shirt. I watched her wiggle into a pair of panties and shorts beneath the long t-shirt she always slept in before she turned her back and swapped the oversized t-shirt for one that was the correct size.

We went about our morning routine in a camp that was still very quiet. After our first cup coffee, Maggie asked if we could go for a walk. She headed towards the pond and I walked alongside, waiting for her to start the conversation. Once we were out of eyesight and earshot of the camp, she stopped, faced me, and I saw the worried look on her face. "Do you think what we did yesterday was wrong?"

"Absolutely," I agreed without hesitation.

Maggie blinked in surprise a couple times. "Wow, nothing like taking a moment to think about it."

"What's to think about?" I shrugged, drifting closer to the treeline so I could lean against a tree. I would have sat, except the sun hadn't been up long enough to burn off the morning dew. She followed, standing in front of me with her arms crossed as she studied me. I waited for her to say something else, hoping she would. I didn't know what to make about the expression on her face. She looked confused.

"So, why did you, you know, let all that stuff happen yesterday?"

"Let?" I asked, biting back a chuckle. "I'm not sure I let anything happen as much as just rolled with the flow."

"I guess," she nodded, accepting my take on things. "I can be pushy sometimes, can't I?" That did make me chuckle and was glad a tiny smirk briefly appeared on her face, too. But that little half-grin was only a flicker. "Do you think yesterday was my fault?"

I took a moment to consider my answer. "No," I decided. "I might not have control over what makes me hard, but I didn't have to do anything." She kept looking at me, waiting for more than I had. I sighed, feeling put on the spot and started walking deeper into the woods for no good reason than because it took us farther away from camp and other people.

I kept hoping she would fill the silence like she usually did, except she didn't (damn it).

"You're really pretty," I said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "All my friends tell me that all the time. Most of them can't even talk to you because you're too pretty."

"Stop it," she said, wearing a tiny smile.

"It's true and you know it. You know how much guys like looking at you," I said.

"I'm okay looking." She shrugged.

"Uh-huh," I said, grinning at her false modesty. "But here's the thing, before yesterday, I've never really thought about it. I mean, I noticed. I knew you were pretty, but I never thought about it in that way, in that 'I want to bang her' sort of way. Does that makes sense?" She nodded. I stopped, looking at her and I mean really looking at her. I ran my eyes across her body the way a lover caresses the bare flesh of his girlfriend. My gaze eventually landed on her imploring eyes. "If you didn't make me hard, I think there would be something wrong with me."

"I didn't used to, though, right?"

"Right," I agreed, walking again instead of staring at her. That was dangerous, because I knew how she looked without that tight t-shirt covering her breasts. "Is that good or bad?"

"Good," she answered. "I think I would have noticed if you had always been looking at me the way other guys do. You've never been creepy."

"I am now," I admitted in a small, quiet voice. "Why did you turn your back to me this morning when you were changing shirts?" She looked confused by the question. "I mean, I've already seen your titties. I've done more than see them, right?" She nodded.

"Maybe I didn't want to tease you?"

"Does that mean I can't do this anymore?" I reached out and caressed her chest for only a moment.

"Do you want to do that?" she asked. Did she realize how she was arching her back ever so slightly, accentuating her tits and I struggled pulling my eyes away from her chest so I could look her in the eyes.

"Yes," I admitted, unsure if I was blushing or not. I felt my heart racing, pounding against my chest so hard my t-shirt should have vibrated. I clenched and unclenched fists, struggling with keeping my hands at my sides and my eyes on her face.

"You can't want me like that."

"I know," I groaned. My eyes slipped to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra or a bikini top, not yet. Mom and Dad wouldn't approve. Maggie's pronounced nipples meant they always showed if she wasn't wearing a bra. Even around the house, Mom or Dad wouldn't let her walk around without putting on a bra or something. I could tell the difference. Maggie's nipples were hard and I felt a stirring inside my shorts. I went from feeling nothing nothing special down there to getting hard, all the way hard, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Maggie glanced in the direction we had walked. Had she heard something? Was someone coming? We were deep inside the treeline, out of view of the camp, but not a safe distance away. Anyone heading to the pond might be able to see us. My gaze followed hers, looking and listening for the crunch of dry leaves. I didn't see or hear anyone. When I turned my eyes back to hers, though, I saw her looking at the front of my shorts and I knew she could see my hard-on.

"You have a great cock," she said, still looking down.

"Okay," I accepted without anyway of knowing otherwise. She kept staring at it and I couldn't stop how it grew harder still, slowly working its way upwards inside my loose, baggy shorts. If she hadn't stolen all my underwear, my boxer briefs would have kept it pressed tightly against my body. I don't believe anything could have stopped me from getting hard, but wearing underwear might have helped keep the change to myself.

"Come here," she said, grabbing my hand and pulling us farther into the woods, past some brush, until she pressed me backwards against a fat tree. She deftly worked the button and zipper on my shorts, gravity dropped them around my ankles and she grabbed my nakedness. "Still feel as if you have a choice?"

"Yes," I said. I might not be able to dismiss my hard-on, but I was physically stronger than her. I could brush away her hands. I could push her away from me. I didn't have to let her do anything to me, except I didn't stop her. Why should I? I wanted this as much as she did.

"Fuck, I love how you feel," she said, looking between us and staring at her hands gripping my hard cock and balls. My eyes followed hers, watching her tiny hands as she caressed me. We weren't very far away from camp and what we were doing felt risky and dangerous. What if someone decided to go for an early morning stroll? I pushed away the thought, sure we would either see or hear anyone or maybe I didn't care. It was the second of those two.

"I love how excited men get because you can really see it. A guy can't fake or hide it. You either are excited and want it or you're not, you know? I nodded without the questioning look. "Can you keep a secret?"

"What do you think?" I asked, caressing her chest, rocking one of her stiff nipples between my finger and thumb. Her nipple felt as hard as my prick.

"How you feel right now is how Holly makes me feel."

"Okay. She makes me feel this way, too. Both of you do."

"But you're a guy."

"Yeah," I acknowledged, knowing I was missing something, but not what that could be.

"I love dick. I mean, a lot," she said. I nodded, whether she noticed me doing it or not. I knew her reputation and I had witnessed her instructions to Holly yesterday. A girl doesn't understand a man that well without some hands on experience. "It's why it's sort of okay for me that I love your dick, too. I know it's wrong because you're my brother and everything, but I don't really care. It's not like we're going to get married to each other or start dating or anything, is it?"

"Right," I agreed. Maggie was rambling, which was something new for her.

"It doesn't have to mean anything, right?" she asked, receiving another nod from me. "So why does messing around with Holly make me feel so funny and this doesn't?"

"Because she's a girl?"

"Maybe," she said, still playing with me. "I like kissing Holly."

"Me too."

"I like it a lot. Is that wrong?"

"Is this?"

"Yes," she giggled. "Can we fuck?"

"Not here," I said, feeling too close to camp for something like that.

"Later?" she asked, looking in my eyes for the first time in a long time.

"If you want."

"It's okay if you want to fuck Holly, too."

"Good," I smiled, but she was looking down again, watching her hands and looking at my hard cock. I still felt as if I was missing something. I took a guess, "You want to go all the way with Holly, don't you?" She nodded. "And you're afraid, if you do, you'll be a lesbian?"

"That's what they do," she said, looking relieved that I had finally caught on.

That's when I started laughing. I couldn't help myself, even with Maggie looking shocked and pissed, I didn't stop laughing until she pulled on my nut sac. "Maggie, there is nothing on Earth that can make you give up dick, not even pussy."

She blinked twice before a big smile grew on her face. Her smile didn't last long, because half a second later, she was kissing me, shoving her tongue in my mouth while pulling on my hard cock like a lover. "Five," she said, after our kiss. "That's your number, right?" I recognized it as the number I had confessed yesterday when we were confessing the most numbers of orgasms we had ever had in a single day. I nodded. "You deserve six," she said, dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around my prick.

I leaned backwards against the massive tree we were hiding behind as my sister sucked my hard cock. She didn't play or tease with sucking me and she didn't tell me to close my eyes. When she looked up at me, I saw the happy smile in her eyes as she eagerly tugged and pulled on my cock. I didn't have a reason to hold back or pace myself. Quite the contrary, considering how close we were to camp, if I wanted to get off, I needed to do it quickly. I relaxed into the amazing sensations of her warm, wet mouth and the urgent caresses of her hand. I moved up on my tip-toes as my orgasm rapidly approached, straining with the building tension in my balls until blessed release overcame me and I shot my first load of the day deep inside her mouth.

Maggie stayed on her knees and kept my cock inside her mouth until she was convinced I had released every drop that orgasm had to offer. She pulled my shorts halfway before standing, smiling, and announcing, "That's one."

"I'm not sure I can orgasm that hard four more times," I said, still catching my breath as I got dressed.

"Guess we'll find out," she said, still smiling. "You, me, and Holly."

We went back to our tent at a camp that was still slowly waking up. Before Mom and Dad woke, Maggie put on a bra before earning their scowls. Dad reported that he was going fishing and Mom wouldn't commit to doing anything until Maggie and I revealed our plans.

"We should go on a picnic," Maggie suggested to me. "Holly and I found a really cool rock formation yesterday. We could hike there together."

"Holly, too?" Dad asked, looking sternly at me.

"Oh, let them go," Mom said. "Nothing's going to happen with Maggie there." If only she knew.

I carried an extra heavy backpack filled with snacks and a blanket as we headed off into the woods, retracing yesterday's steps. I caught the way Maggie eyed Holly and recognized her hungry stare as the kind of lecherous look guys usually give my sister.

"I had fun last night," Holly offered in a quiet, shy voice as we walked three-by-three through the woods.

"Me, too," Maggie replied, sounding just as hesitant. I smiled, recognizing the tone in their voices for what it was. They were nervous, afraid of liking something more profound than messing around with a cousin.

"So did I," I announced, excited about not being the shyest one of the group for once.

"What did you do?" Holly asked.

"I might have sucked him off again," Maggie answered for me.

"Wish I could have watched," Holly said.

"Watched or helped?" Maggie asked.

"Either. Both. Taken turns. . ." our cousin said without a hint of embarrassment.

As we walked, I realized I was their foil, their excuse for doing things without it being too gay. The assumption between the two of them was that today would be a threeway fuck sandwich. I wasn't sure I wanted to go all the way with my sister. Just as Maggie was concerned about maintaining her love of cock if she went too far with Holly, I was concerned about how my relationship with Maggie might change if we went too far.

Our sunny spot in the woods looked the same. We spread out the blanket, sipped some water from a shared bottled, and eyed each other expectantly. "Is there any reason why we shouldn't just get naked?" Holly asked, verbalizing the question I was thinking.

"No," Maggie quickly answered.

"Good, because your brother has been hard since we started walking," Holly said, grabbing hips, pulling me towards her, and working the front of shorts as aggressively as Maggie had early that morning.

"You are definitely related," I said, looking at my sister and laughing.

"Doesn't he have a great cock?" Maggie asked, and the two girls massaged my cock and balls while pressing against either side of me. "I told him this morning that I thought we could break his record of five."

"Are we starting at zero?" Holly asked, making a good guess.

"No," Maggie and I said together.

"Is it okay if I go down on him?" our pretty blonde cousin asked and she wasn't asking me. She was asking my sister for permission.

"Go for it," Maggie said, pushing Holly's head towards my crotch.

Holly bent at the waist. wrapped her lips around my cock, and never pulled her mouth away as she dropped to her knees in the soft grass.

"Feel good?" Maggie asked, rubbing her hand across my bare chest and playing with my nipples.

I nodded, staring down at sight of my beautiful cousin on her knees. While still leaning against me, Maggie undid her bikini top and pulled it from between our bodies, leaving her firm breasts pressing against my arm. Without asking, I rolled a nipple between my finger and thumb. At the same time, Holly slipped her hand up Maggie's leg, cupping my sister's ass. With a tug from Holly, Maggie squirmed out of her shorts and Holly's hand caressed the bare flesh of my sister's pussy, slipping her thumb inside her slit.

"Fuck, she's going to make us both cum," Maggie moaned, giving me a happy and excited look.

"Are you that close?" I asked. Maggie's eyes fluttered right before she gave me a tiny nod and hooked her arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a kiss. I kissed her back, too lost in the moment to care she was my sister.

Holly's mouth felt wonderful on my cock. I can't describe it any better than that without comparing her to my sister and I'm not going to do that. How do you compare perfection against perfection? Holly's love of cock showed as clearly as Maggie's. She wasn't afraid of sucking me, wasn't afraid of trying to take me deep inside her mouth, and I felt her moaning. Knowing she was touching Maggie's pussy pushed me along fast, faster than I would have liked, but I didn't see a reason for holding back, either. I groaned into Maggie's mouth, tensed up, and came. In the back of my mind, I realized she was moaning, too. Was she having an orgasm, too? It sure felt that way.

Holly stood, pulled my naked sister tightly against her, and they kissed while I stood by rubbing my wet, still hard cock, tingling with the thrill of another orgasm and wishing I could have another that very minute. "So, that's a two-fer," she told me after their kiss, confirming Maggie's orgasm.