Trouble Brewing Ch. 04

This is the conclusion of the Trouble Brewing series. All characters are ages eighteen and older. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoy.

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We woke the next morning to sunshine for the first time since we arrived. I could see the dancing specs of dust floating on the beams of light from the windows. The warmth of the radiance filled the living room.

An arm was draped over my chest. As I raised my head, the sleeping form of Mindy visited my eyes. Her head rested on my shoulder. A peaceful smile upon her soft face. We were both clothed. How? I'm not sure. I don't remember too much after our first round last night. But with the alcohol and the unbridled sex, I don't think we went much longer.

I began to rise, my head pounding once again. The second I began to pull away, Mindy held me tighter.

"Nooooo," she moaned half asleep. "Just a little longer."

"Mindy," I said softly next to her ear. "We have to get up. My Mom can't see us like this."

"Why not?" she said with her eyes still shut.

"Because we're still cousins."

A big grin stretched across her face as she held me even tighter.

"Mindy..." I began.

"Alright, alright." She loosened her grip and I slowly crawled out of our tangled mass. Blankets had been placed over us all as we slept together, cuddled in a giant knot. Shaking my head, I stumbled into the kitchen ready for my morning ritual.

"Good morning, Lover," purred my aunt as she blew on her steaming cup of coffee. She wore a loose-fitting blue robe. The knot holding it in place in the front dangled with the threat of coming undone. She smiled at me.

"Morning, Aunt Claire," I replied. I made my way over to the coffee and poured my cup. We both stood there. Soaking in the light from the kitchen window like a couple of lazy cats.

"I hope you don't mind," Claire said.

"Mind what?" I asked.

"Dressing you. I just thought it would be a good idea just in case Joanne comes down before you are all up. Not the best thing in the world for her to see everyone naked... you know." She raised an eyebrow. "Not yet at least."

"Thanks, I guess," I said. I took a long gulp of the coffee.

"So did you give it any thought?" My aunt questioned.

"Gave what now?" I asked, my mind a blur.

"You know. About last night." She tilted her head. "You... and your Mom."

"Ah," I began. "Well, I haven't had much time but..." I took a deep, long sip.

"But?" She grinned that wicked grin.

"I'm still not sure. I know it's wrong, but part of me wants it because of that."

"And you should," she said. "Your mother is a very attractive woman. She is physically fit, very outgoing, and take it from experience when I say she is a crazy woman in the sack," she said with a wink.

I shook my head.

"That too must run in the family," I stated. She laughed quietly.

Taking a last sip, she set her cup down and walked over to me. The knot in her robe unfurled, leaving a gap of skin exposed down her center. I ran my eyes down the path of her skin from her neck, through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, and then resting upon her hairy mound.

She walked right up to me, pressing her body into mine. My one hand just brushed against her sex. I could feel her heat radiate against my knuckles.

She leaned in close to my ears.

"I know she wants you," she whispered as she guided my hand to cup her mound. "I've seen her look at you when you don't know. I've seen how she acts when she's hiding from her feelings. I've seen her horny. That is how she is around you."

She pressed on my middle finger, forcing it to sink into her steaming folds.

"If you fuck your mother," she said, "I'll fuck my son." She purred into my ear.

Instantly, visions of Jeff and Claire flashed into my mind. My cousin and my aunt, mother and son, engaging in intercourse beside my mother and me. I don't know why, but these thoughts began to get to me. Claire noticed as her other hand began to caress my growing dick through my sweatpants.

"Until then, you won't get a piece of me though." She teased as she pulled away. She slowly tied her robe as footsteps could be heard above.

Moments later, my mother came stumbling into the room holding her head in one hand as she groaned the pains of a headache. She pointed to the coffee pot.

"Any left?"

Aunt Claire poured her sister a fresh cup as Mom sat down. My thoughts couldn't help but linger on the words my aunt spoke in my ear moments earlier. My mother had feelings for me? No way.

I looked at her as she sat down at the table, pursing her lips as she blew against the coffee. For some reason, I couldn't look at her as I always had before. Before, I would just see my mom. But now, I see a woman. A woman who raised me, and all my life I had been blind to her beauty. I knew she was beautiful, true; but I never took it in myself. I've never fallen victim to it. I don't know what it was, but now... I... This is so wrong.

I tried to shut my eyes to snap myself out of it, but every time I opened them; there she would be. Sipping her steaming hot brew. She had just woken up, but she still held this splendor about her that could make any breath cut short. Her hair was slightly tangled with a few strands falling into her face. Her eyes were amazing. Sparkling as they held their focus on...

OH SHIT! My mother was staring at my erection pressing against my sweats. When the hell did that come back?

Her eyes stayed glued to my groin as my aunt stared at us two. Looking at us like a twisted puppet master. She raised an eyebrow with a crooked smile.

Suddenly, my mother looked up and caught my eye. She knew she was busted. Both our faces flushed red as she looked away.

"So," started Aunt Claire, "It looks like it will be a beautiful day. What say we all go out and enjoy it?"

"Sounds good to me," I said eager to move on.

"Me too," My mother said looking elsewhere.

"Well then, I'll wake the others," Claire said as she walked out of the room.

Soon everyone was up, and breakfast was served. Another great meal with a wonderful conversation. We decided upon going for a hike to enjoy the day. There was a trail not that far along the lakeshore that went up the mountain to a waterfall. It was a tough hike; about two hours both ways. And thirty minutes after breakfast, we were set to go.

We began our walk along the shore of the lake. Mom and Claire were up in the lead chatting away. Jeff behind them with Janet. Eric with Mindy trailing. Sydney behind Mindy, and myself behind her. It had been so long since we were on this trail; it was like taking a step back in time. I used to run up and down it during family reunions as a child. I used to know every step, but that was such a long time ago. Now, with the erosion, it was tough to tell.

The day was absolutely gorgeous. The sky, a blue that we almost forgot existed. The birds were soaring, and chirping. We walked from the light through the shadows of the pines. Now and again we would come across a spot where the path had become a large mud puddle due to the storm. Most places had begun to dry, but some still created a burden on us. We managed our way through, but not without muddy clothes.

I couldn't help but note Sydney as she trekked along in front of me. She wore a denim skirt that didn't hinder her in any way from the walk we were taking. What it did do was let me look upon her legs as she strode up the trail. Her calves shaped perfectly. The occasional step greeted me by exposing her thigh more than normal. At times like these, I had no issue with being in the back.

Soon we found ourselves on a shoulder of the mountain in an area where huge rocks pushed out of the ground, just under twenty minutes from the waterfall. We were making some good time.

Then Syd looked back at me. It was just a glance over her shoulder, but I could see something in her eye. She took another step and fell. A cry escaped her lips as she clutched her ankle.

"Sydney!" came from our mother as she rushed up. "Honey! What happened?"

"I tripped on that stupid rock," she whined. "UGH! I think I twisted it!"

"Oh, Syd!" my mother said with that worried look in her eyes.

Sydney looked up at me. "Taylor, you wouldn't happen to have any tape on you?" she asked. I did, of course. Boy scouts.

"Oh Yeah!" I said as I began to rummage through my bag.

"Look, why don't the rest of you go on." Syd said to the others, "It's not far, and it's much better to rest there than here on these rocks."

"No way, Syd. We're going back." Mom said.

"Mom, I'm fine. We already made it this far. Besides, Taylor can have me taped up in no time,"

She looked at me. "Right, Taylor?"

She had that look in her eyes. I instantly doubted she felt anything wrong with her foot.

I looked up at my mom "... Right. I can handle this one. Why don't you guys go ahead?"

"Come on Jo," Claire joined. "Taylor knows what he's doing." She began to usher Mom back up the trail. She was slowly relenting.

She looked back at us. "Alright. You two hurry up, okay?"

"Okay, Mom," Syd called up to her. Moments later, they were out of sight.

I was kneeling over her as she turned to me. With a wink, she stood up and ran off the trail into the woods.

"Hurry up! We don't have much time!" she called back.

What's gotten into us? I grabbed our things and ran after her.

When I caught up, Syd had stopped in a small, grassy meadow. She was leaning against a fallen tree waiting for me.

"About time," she snickered. She walked up to me and fell to her knees. Her hands reached up and grabbed my fly as she began to unzip me.

"I've wanted this all morning," she said as she freed my cock. Grabbing the base, she engulfed the whole thing into her mouth, swallowing my member. She began to pump her head back and forth; lubricating me with her spit. She pulled off and began to lick it. My cock slowly coming to.

"So big brother," she began as she stroked her hand up and down the hardening shaft. "Do you want to do your little sister right here in the woods? My pussy's already dripping for you."

With her free hand, she began to pull the skirt up. She hadn't bothered to wear panties. Her sopping wet snatch came into view glistening in the light of the sun. I was hard as a rock.

"Holy shit, Syd!" I said. "My horny little sister. I' never would have guessed."

She laughed as I lay down in the grass. She stepped right over me and lowered herself to my loins. I felt her wetness under her skirt as I strained my cock, trying to keep it pointing up.

"You do want it, don't you?" she teased. "Oh, the poor little boy..."

I reached up and pushed her down, my cock plowing right into her. A moan poured out of us and blended with the sounds of the forest. She began to ride me. Clutching onto my tool with her vaginal muscles. Squeezing me.

"Oh YES!" cried Syd as she pumped herself up and down. "Oh, Taylor! Ugh... GOD I love it!"

We were a couple of wild animals. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. My horny sister impaled on my cock. She thrust herself against me, striving to go deeper each time. Her teeth clenched together. Hair free and flying.

She pushed down again and held it as she grabbed me by the hair.

"Do you like it?" she asked through gritted teeth. "You're fucking your sister, Taylor. Oh Fuck!

Fuck Me, Taylor. Pound your little horny slut. Ohhh yeeeaaaaah!" she rocked her hips into mine. Rotating against my piston.

Suddenly, I leaned up to her surprise and threw her off of me.

"You think you're a slut," I said, "Then get on all fours." And as quickly as I said it, she obliged. I grabbed her skirt and held it over her hips. Her ass waiting for me. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance again and drove my hips forward.

"OOOHHHHHH!" cried Syd as I began to hump her doggy style. "Oh, Taylor! Fuck me! Harder."

I began to plunge into her like I was searching for oil. Pounding harder and harder.

"HARDER! OH SHIT! FASTER!!! OH YES GIVE IT TO ME!" she screamed. My cock a blur going in and out of her pussy. My balls slapped against her clit. I grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart. Looking down, I could see myself slamming into my sister. And right above, her tiny asshole puckered open.

I licked my middle finger and placed it at her small entrance. With a gasp from her, I pushed it in, all the way to the knuckle.

"OH MY GOD!" she cried. "Oh, Shit! It feels..." I began to push in and then out. Slowly finger-fucking my little sister's ass as my cock plunged into her insides.

"Taylor, use your cock! Put it in my ass now!" HOLY SHIT!

With one final thrust, I withdrew my throbbing cock from her pussy. Instantly her hand went there and in went two fingers. I, in the meantime, place the head of my cock at her puckered hole. She spread her legs further as I raised myself; ready to take my sister's anal virginity.

"Do it!" she grunted. I pushed my slippery cock into her anus. Only a few inches made it. But I pulled out and tried again. A little further. Out we went, and then back in. Inch-by-inch, I worked my erection into my sister. Before long, I was slowly pumping her ass.

"OH, Syd! Your ass is sooo fucking tight!" I moaned.

"UGH!" she groaned as I quickened my pace. She attacked her cunt vigorously as her mouth hung open gasping for a breath. I knew she was nearing climax. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled.

"AHH!" She cried with pleasure as I pumped her tight canal. "OH MY GOD! I'M... I'M CUMMINNNNGGGG!! I'M CUMMING! OH SHIT, I'M CUMMING!" She cried over and over as her body quaked against me. I felt my own arise as I pumped stream after stream into her ass.

Our bodies shook from our shared orgasm. Our breaths labored and long.

"Oh we need to make that a daily ritual," Syd said as she disengaged herself from me. She reached around to her backside. "Christ! I won't be able to sit down for a week." She said with a laugh.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I shoved myself back into my pants. We cleaned ourselves up to the best of our abilities and dressed Syd's foot in tape (for show). We hurried our way back up to the path and trotted along, trying to make up on time.

We made it in just over fifteen minutes. As we neared the last bend, we had to slow down. I mean if Syd sprained her ankle, she wouldn't be running. When we met everyone, they were all spread out at the little river below this twenty-foot waterfall. It was running harder than normal, which was expected.

Everyone was present except Jeff and Eric. Once we were sighted, my mom came rushing up.

"There you two are. I was starting to get worried," she said. "Let me take a look at that ankle now."

"It's fine Mom," began Syd. "If you take the tape off, it's just going to get worse."

"Well, alright. But what took you so long? Jeff and Eric went off a little while ago to look for you two to see if they could help."

"That's odd," I said. "We didn't see them." They must have passed us when we were...

"Goodness Taylor!" said my mom suddenly looking at my shoulder, "What's that all over your shirt?"

I reached up and pulled off some strands of grass. Pulling on the sleeve, I could see that my back was covered in grass stains. Didn't see that one coming.

"I'm not sure," I lied. "Could be moss from leaning against a rock. Who knows?"

A suspicious glance was thrown at Syd and me. My sister just looked the other way.

"Here they come!" Syd said looking to the trail.

Sure enough, Jeff and Eric were walking up. Smiles on their faces and each had acquired a walking stick.

"Taylor!" said Jeff "There you are. When did you get here?" There was a suppressed snicker on his face.

"We just got here. I heard you two went looking for us. How'd we miss each other's path?" I asked hoping they'd catch the bait.

"Oh that would probably be my fault," Eric said. "I had to piss and I insisted on Jeff letting me know where a good spot was. Not a good idea to take a leak on poison oak right?" He chuckled.

"Right. Well," started Jeff, "It's all water under the bridge now. It looks to be just after 11, so why don't we just enjoy this little scene we have here, huh?"

And so we did. We stayed for over an hour. No one got in the water. It was way too cold, and the current was too much from the increased water flow. Mindy and Janet had a good time chatting as they dangled their feet in the cool water. Jeff, Syd, Eric, and I ate the lunches we prepared at the top of the falls. Claire and my mom conversed, reminiscing in memories that this site would bring.

The faithful cabin welcomed us sinners back in as it had before. We stumbled inside, exhausted from the hike. We the younger ones crashed onto the sofa in various positions as Claire and Joanne strode in ready to conquer the world.

"Oh, you poor kids," Claire began, "You're not worn out from that little excursion, are you?"

"Let them be, Claire." Mother defended. "They aren't used to physical activities anymore."

Bet Me.

"That is true. This was the first time they've been out since they got here. They have been cooped up in this place for the past couple of days, so I can imagine why they're tired," Claire said with a snicker.

"HA-HA-HA," sarcastically laughed Mindy with her face buried in a cushion.

"Look, why don't you all just take a nap, alright?" Joanne started, "We'll worry about dinner tonight."

Everyone who was still awake managed a moan (Mainly that was Mindy, Janet, and myself). The ladies strolled upstairs.

What I would later come to know was that while we slept, Joanne and Claire went to freshen up.

Claire went off to the restroom while Joanne fell onto the bed. Sleep overtook her. Very few moments passed when Joanne's eyes suddenly snapped open. She was not planning on taking a nap, so the brief snooze was found to be most disorienting. Blinking her eyes, she looked around the room. She wasn't exactly sure how long she'd been asleep.

Slowly standing up, she staggered her way to the bathroom. Opening the door, a slight gasp escaped her lips from the sight before her. There, up on the counter in nothing but a bra and her bare legs spread wide, was Claire. Her privates were hidden beneath a thick cloud of shaving cream. A razor in one hand, and a moist towel in the other. She looked up to her intruder.

"You could close the door, if you would like," Claire said. "Or would you prefer to show my goods to the kids?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jo said as she closed the door behind her finding herself inside the bathroom with her shaving sister. She looked down in between her legs taking in a sight she hadn't seen in years. This time smothered with foreign foam.

"Enjoying the view, Sis?" Claire said as she raised an eyebrow. She smiled as she set the towel down.

"I didn't know anyone was in here," Joanne said as she stood glued in her stance.

"Don't worry about it. It's not like you haven't seen it before, right?" She winked. "Besides, I'm actually glad you came. You were always better at this than I was. I was hoping you could... help."

"Me... Help?... What?" Jo stammered. Her eyes still blinking away her sleep.

Claire looked down at her partially exposed mound. "I need you to shave me. I always get irritated whenever I do it. But you... You always leave me nice and smooth." She smiled. Jo's mind was turning as she felt a familiar dampening in between her legs.

"Come on, Jo. You used to love to shave me." She encouraged.

Jo looked before her. Her legs took a step forward as if a separate mind lead them. Her nipples thrust out of her breasts leading the way to her sister's spread stems. Her hand reached down onto Claire's. They shared each other's gaze as Jo took the razor from her.

She fell to her knees. Her sister's cunt was directly in front of her. Claire leaned back against the mirror holding her legs apart for her sibling. A mischievous grin spread across her face.