Traditions - Summer Vacation Pt. 04

"I guess." Despite having seen Mom fucking dad at Christmas, seeing her from a distance, I'd never thought of "Mom" in a sexual way, having seen them was about like watching a porno with unknown participants, just closer. But I'd thought of Andrea's tits many times, before Christmas wondered what it would be like to play with them, to see her nipples and suck on them, but I'd never thought about my mother that way. I'd never seen Mom's tits up close before, until the elevator, and now all I could see was how large they were, and especially how large her nipples had been. "What did you think, was she super embarrassed?"

"I think she was super turned on. She saw you looking at her."

"I couldn't hardly not look at her."

"I think what really turned her on was coming face to face with that desk clerk, that really did it. Did you see his eyes bug out?" She giggled.

"Did you see her nipples perk up?"

"How could I not?"

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to do it with Mom?"

"Oh my god, no! Not mom." I thought back to my voyeurism at Christmas, and although I'd watched and beat off, it had not been because she was my mom, just that it was sex. But Aunt Tracy popped into my mind. "I thought about doing Aunt Tracy, though."

"Really? When?"

"Just before she saw me naked with a boner."

"Oh My God, really?" I told her about coming out of the shower naked and finding that the washing machine and Aunt Tracy were both just outside, and that I'd popped a boner thinking about her being younger, probably getting it on up in the hayloft themselves.

"She would have liked that," Andrea said, her hand sliding across my body to my once again swelling cock.

"Liked what?" I said.

"Seeing you with a boner. You really do have a nice one, you know." Her hand gripped me, her thumb riding over the head causing me to shiver. "I like that you're circumcised. Circumcised cocks are pretty."

"I like that you're naked," I said, moving my hand towards her pussy once again, "naked girls are pretty." I let my fingers play in her thin pubic hair for a moment, gradually sliding further down her belly until my fingers found her sex. The soft skin of her labia, the wetness as I slipped my finger between them, a hard spot where her clit was. "Do you like sex?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Me too." I trailed my eyes up her naked body from where my hand was, up and across her breasts to her face where she was looking at me.

"Do you like kissing?" She asked, her question catching me by surprise.

"Yes... why?"

"You kissed Mary, right? So how come you've never kissed me?"

"Yes, but she's not my sister."

"But she's our cousin."

I looked her in the eyes, knowing the answer before I asked it. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Her hesitation before she answered said she did, but her answer was "Are you a good kisser?"

I leaned in towards her, her tongue slithered between her lips just before I got there, and when her eyes closed, I knew something was changing. We'd masturbated each other, we'd now performed oral on each other, but kissing? There was something so intimate about kissing that was more than just an assisted sex act. I didn't really have a chance to think all that through, just that she'd asked, I was willing and in seconds our lips touched.

Kissing starts with the touching of lips, but a sensual lovers kiss is seldom just that. Mouths open, tongues clash as we try to devour our lover. Whether it's a direct replica of the sex act or not, a tongue in your partners mouth is a sensuous simulation, the sucking into your own mouth a direct indication that you want your penis in your partner, or that she wants yours in her.

Andrea responded to my kiss, lips first on lips, but as we continued and my body temperature began rising in response, hers obviously did also as she began pulling me more and more on top of her, my body pressing her into the sheets, my erection pressing against her belly, and then lower. My cock was once again rock hard and I felt her hips rotating up, pushing her pussy closer and closer to me. I felt myself slip between her lips, her juices coating me as my cock rubbed against her clit. A shudder ran through her, and her hand, which had been on my butt, slipped down between us. She slipped it between my cock and my body, pressing my cock against her clit until, somehow, she rocked her pelvis just a bit more, pulling down and away from me and her hand guided me down further. I felt my cock head slip between her lips and her pelvis pushed back up, and I found myself slipping into my sister. "Oh... Yes!" She moaned, her neck arching and her mouth pulling away from mine before her face and mouth again attacked mine, her hand rising to hold my mouth to hers, her body shuddering as I fucked her for the first time.

I thought at first it was a mistake, she hadn't meant to get me so close, but as she rose back into me, her legs spreading wider, and wrapping around mine, there was no doubt she wanted this. There was also no doubt that I wanted it. Even though she was my sister, ever since our Christmas Eve tryst I'd more and more thought about what we had, and hadn't, done. The thoughts of masturbating with her had morphed into thoughts of what it would be like to fuck my sexy sister, and now, finally, here I was in the silky warmth of her pussy. With her having sucked me off just a few minutes before I wasn't going to immediately cum, instead steadily pummeling her body with my cock allowed her to cum first. There was no thought of pulling out, of birth control, of condoms, of doing anything except spilling my spunk into my sister.

I collapsed onto my elbows after I came, partially holding my body above hers, feeling her breasts against my chest. "That was really nice. Donny could never get me off like that."

"Donny was a dick, wasn't he?" I said, suddenly pissed that he'd not treated my sister like he should have.

"Why do you say that?"

"He wouldn't go down on you. He wouldn't 69 with you. He couldn't get you off fucking..."

"Yeah, I guess." She looked up into my eyes. "I was so jealous of Mary... Watching you fuck her." She didn't say anything for a moment. "She thought you were really hot, you know."

"I know," I said, moving my hips a bit and finding that my cock hadn't totally shrunk, hadn't slipped from inside my sister. Not totally stiff, I could control it just a bit, and with my spunk inside her, along with her juices, we were still slippery enough that I could move despite not being totally hard.

"You're still hard?" She whispered, her eyes wide with awareness.

"Not totally, but it's coming back."

"Oh! You feel so good." Her hips began pivoting with my motions, my cock getting harder by the second. I slipped my hand between us, cupping her breast once again, and she raised her mouth towards mine. Her hand came behind my head to pull mine down to hers and once again our tongues dueled, her mouth sucking my tongue into her mouth even as her pussy sucked my cock deeper into her below.

The stiffer I got the more and deeper I could thrust into her and pull out on the return stroke. I'd moved into long solid strokes from the rudimentary movements when I'd been half-way soft, and now I was pulling out as far as I could, 5 of my 6 inches completely out of her slippery tunnel before I ran all the way back in. Several times I stopped when I was completely inside her, twisting my hips, rocking my cock, which elicited shudders of pleasure from her. Andrea orgasmed long before my cock spurted its contents inside her for the second time, the third of the night for both of us. My body stiffened as I came, my movements stilled, and I realized I'd just heard the soft click of a door latch, but it was the sound of the bathroom fan coming on that really clicked.

Horrified I looked over my shoulder, seeing the door to the bedroom slightly ajar and back at Andrea's face. "Mom?" I questioned, her nod and horrified look saying it all. "Oh Shit!" I said, immediately rolling off to my side of the bed. I could just imagine what she'd seen, my naked butt, Andrea's legs hooked over mine, with us totally naked on top of the bed. There would have been no misunderstanding, she had to have seen us fucking. I slipped my legs under the sheets and pulled them up, Andrea doing the same on her side. "Why did she come back out?" I asked, just thinking aloud, not expecting an answer.

"They probably did it a second time, too."

We were so busted. If we'd been under the sheets, if we'd turned the light out, if we hadn't been naked, if I hadn't been balls deep inside Andrea... if, if, if. Damn. And nowhere to go. As the fan turned off in the bath and the door clicked open the thought that I could have at least put my boxers back on crossed my mind. Another Damn.

It was a small delay before Mom turned the corner out of the bath and stepped over towards us. She stepped over to the near side, next to Andrea, and turned, sitting on the edge of the bed. She cocked her head, inhaled and then said, "Smells like sex in here." There wasn't anything to say, she was right, if it was sex that she smelled, we all knew where that had come from. She reached over and rested her hand on Andrea's arm, and then patted it. "I'm so sorry I embarrassed you. I didn't know you two had moved into that kind of relationship. Have you been lovers for long?" She looked at me, and then back at Andrea who shook her head 'no'.

"Ok, well probably just as well that your father didn't find you, I don't think he'd be quite as understanding." She smiled and looked at both of us again. "Funny, Tracy and I thought you might be playing with Mary. Guess we had that wrong, huh?" She stood and turned toward their bedroom and stopped at the corner to the short hallway. Looking back, she whispered, "Don't play all night, get some sleep," and stepped over to the bedroom, the door clicking shut as she went through. Neither Andrea nor I had been asked for an explanation, nor been expected to speak.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked aloud of myself as well as Andrea, not expecting an answer from either of us. "Did mom just catch me fucking my sister, and not go ballistic?"

"It takes two to fuck," Andrea said a moment or two later, rolling onto her side toward me, her hand reaching out to my chest. "I was fucking you as much as you were fucking me," she said, apparently not upset in the least that our mother had caught us. I realized she was right. It wasn't like I was taking advantage of Andrea, nor forcing myself on her; she had, to me, been a very willing participant, and she was correct we were both participating. Willingly. "And we are legally adults."

"I can't believe they were talking about us playing with Mary," she said, a bit of wonderment in her voice.

"Do you think it was "us" playing with Mary, or me playing with Mary?" I knew that the way she'd said it she meant whether "I" had been fucking our cousin, but could she have suspected, as I had already confirmed, that Mary and Andrea had also been playing every night?

"I don't know," she answered. "The way they got along, do you suppose Mom and Aunt Tracy played around together when they were our age?"

"Could be," I said. "When Aunt Tracy saw me naked after my shower, she said she had found straw in underwear, but she didn't say whose underwear. And Mary said Aunt Tracy had confessed to her that she'd lost her virginity up there..."

Andrea's hand had been on my chest, but now slid down my body and found my now soft cock. Gripping it she said, "She didn't say we needed to stop playing, you know," and rolled a bit more toward me, finally taking my cock into her mouth one more time. Her eyes were locked on mine and I knew that once more wasn't going to be enough for either of us.

We didn't play all night, and we did get at least some sleep before morning although we both fell asleep during the drive the following day.

~

"I can't believe it," Mom said, stepping back into the car where she had left us. "They were supposed to have a room with two queen beds, but they said they'd run out of rooms with double beds. They wanted to give us a king bed with hide-a-bed in the couch and a roll away, but I told them that wasn't acceptable. I talked them into giving us two rooms with queen beds in each. It will be almost the same as last night, just that we won't be sharing a bathroom. Is that OK with you?" she said to Dad, who answered "'just give me a bed." Turning in the seat she looked over her shoulder at me, and asked "Is that OK with you two? You can sleep with your dad and I'll sleep with Andrea," she said, although the twinkle in her eye said she was absolutely blowing smoke.

"Ok by me," answered, playing along. "OK with you sis?" I couldn't help but break out into a smile; luckily dad wasn't looking back. I couldn't believe it, not only was Mom not upset about Andrea and me having sex, she was making it so we could do whatever we wanted, without worrying about interruption. "Nah, that's ok," I said with a laugh, "You stay with dad and I guess I can bare to share a bed with Andrea for one more night." I wondered if either of them caught my double entendre but neither indicated they did.

Virtually no sooner did we get into the room than Mom knocked on the door. I opened the door, and she came in, making sure to push it shut behind her. Andrea was in the toilet; I was sitting on the bed taking my shoes off. Mom pulled the easy chair away from the wall and positioned it directly across from me and sat. A few seconds later Andrea came out, starting to say something, but then saw Mom. "Have a seat," she said, indicating she should sit on the bed beside me. She looked back and forth at us, and I immediately expected the third degree. But it was no rant, it was not dictating, it was no "thou shalt not" or anything.

"So obviously you two are having sex," she paused, not really having asked a question, and then continued. "How long has this been going on?"

I glanced at Andrea and decided to take the lead. There was no repercussion heard in her voice. "Uhm... yesterday was the... uhm... first time that we... uhmm..." I couldn't quite bring myself to say it.

"Fucked?" She didn't mince words, but then she was never one to mince words.

"Yeah." I said.

"And you wanted this, right?" The question was pointed at Andrea, not me.

"Yes." She nodded affirming her verbal answer.

"And you were fucking Mary, too?" This time the question was directed at me, but Andrea's 'yes' was almost in sync with mine. Mom's face snapped over to Andrea in surprise, and then a dawning occurred. "Oh. Of course, you were." She nodded her head momentarily in thought. "But you've been playing sexually with each other for a while, haven't you? Just not fucking?" She just looked back and forth and read it all in our faces. "I should have seen it."

"It hasn't been all that long," Andrea said, "just since Christmas."

"Ok." She nodded thoughtfully. "Well, as long as you're both OK with this." She smiled and reached out to pat my knee. "There's something about living on the farm, living in nature that's different, isn't there? Seeing animals fuck, knowing we've got the same urges that they have? Having nobody close to date or play with except your cousin or brother," her eyes were looking directly at Andrea. "Tracy said she'd found some straw in your underwear... I take it you guys were playing in the hayloft?" She glanced back and forth between us. "The only difference was that Tracy and I used to do all the wash, so we didn't get found out by grandma, at least not that way."

"You and Aunt Tracy..." I said, still somewhat surprised that they might have had a relationship.

"Well, not just the two of us," she giggled, "but yeah, your Aunt and I used to take care of each other quite regularly."

"But... who...?" Andrea asked, trying to understand who else might have been there.

"Well, on a farm, although sisters and cousins are available more often, there are always kids from other farms, or hired hands, that are around sometimes..." She smirked wryly, "Dad used to hire the neighbor boy, Eddie Arguello, to help with the farm work. He'd ride his horse up in the morning, but he didn't always go straight home after work... and sometimes when they were going to be starting at first light, he'd stay over and uhm, sleep in the hayloft."

I read between those lines and couldn't help but throw out a little barb. "And sometimes he didn't get paid in money?"

She glanced back and forth between us, grinned and nodded. "God, I don't know why I'm telling you both this." She giggled, "He'd ride his horse up in the mornings, and ride Tracy and me all night long. Tracy and I had some fun nights with him, that's for sure." She giggled again and added "Your granddad used to complain he wasn't as good a worker the day after he slept in the loft."

She just looked back and forth at the two of us when Andrea said "Are you and Aunt Tracy..." She didn't finish the question, but I understood -- are she and Aunt Tracy lovers?

She didn't answer immediately, finally giving a simple "Yes." She didn't have to say more, but a moment later added to it. "We were practically sisters, and did everything together, taught each other everything. As you know my family owned the farm across the road, but when Dad got older, and without a son and I didn't want to take over the farm, your Uncle Roy and Aunt Tracy took it over. Now, Uncle Roy, with modern machinery farms what was once two farms that took hired hands to help out, virtually by himself. When... Eddie taught us about the joys of boys, well... we did a lot of double dating after that and didn't need each other quite so much, but we still shared everything we did with each other."

"Double dating? You mean like skinny dipping at the Timbers?" Andrea said. The question caught me a bit by surprise, I hadn't put that together at all, but then I hadn't been with them when they had gone swimming. "All four of you?"

"It wasn't always four of us, sometimes it was only three." I was.... I was... I don't know what I was. Shocked? A bit. I mean, here my mom was confessing that she'd had a bisexual relationship with our Aunt, her cousin, and that they'd shared boyfriends? They'd had threesomes? They had double dated and skinny dipped at the Timbers? I knew that Andrea and Mary and I had done the same, so could I expect that they were any different? Although I hadn't fucked Andrea, she'd watched Mary and me, but now that Andrea and I were intimate, if we turned around and went back to the farm tomorrow, would it be likely? I admitted to myself it was quite probable. The natural progression went through my mind in a flash.

"So... you and Dad and Aunt Tracy and ..." I said, questioning. She understood immediately.

"Oh no, no. I've never been with Uncle Roy and Aunt Tracy's never been with Dad. Your dad and I met in college and we were ready to get married before he ever met her. But your Aunt and me? Well, we go back a lot further than your dad and me. And... well, it's kind of a... let's call it a tradition. Every couple of years we meet on vacation and almost every time we have a chance to... remind ourselves... what it was like growing up across the road from each other."

"Ok, but let's talk reality here. Your father didn't grow up on the farm and see or do the things that I've done. I can't exactly chastise you for playing together, you're not doing anything that I haven't done. You can't go thinking you're falling in love with each other or anything like that, obviously, but I'm also pretty sure we better just keep this all between the three of us? Agreed?" She stood up, making it obvious that "our talk" was over. "All right, your dad should be about done with his shower," she said, glancing at her watch. "We're off to dinner in half an hour, so..." she paused, "well, do what you want, but you WILL be ready in 30 minutes, right?" She said, changing her instructions into a question. She stopped again at the door with her hand on the handle. "You'll have all night, but when we get home tomorrow, perhaps it might be best if some new vacation "traditions," remain on vacations. 30 minutes!" she finished as she stepped out the door.