Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2010 18:25:54 -0500
From: R.J. Josh Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Stealing Grandpa's Cialis pt 2

After sexing to a near-death experience overnight, I thought I'd have a
limp willie all day. It's amazing, though, what seeing Kendal and Jayme in
bikinis after breakfast can accomplish. Girls just don't get much riper
than at fifteen and sixteen. Of course, my thirteen-year-old cousins Lori
and Lindsay looked awfully good, too. They both had good starts on racks
that summer, and they had that light kind of blond hair that has several
shades in it. Even my sister Morgan looked pretty good in her two-piece and
curly brown hair. At twelve, her hips were already rounded and she had
budding mounds, which that morning, were under two triangles of red fabric
attached by strings which composed the top of her swimsuit.

Davis, Brandon, and I sat on lawn chairs in the shade of a large oak tree
and watched them all running back and forth between the house and the lake,
getting ready for morning swims and water skiing. And a funny thing
happened. We got sleepy.

I thought it was from sexing so much in the night. We didn't know at the
time that Cialis makes you drowsy. A cool morning breeze was coming off the
lake. It was comfortable in the shade of the tree. The three of us fell
asleep on the lawn chairs.

I thought it was a dream. I heard two of my aunts walking past. "That's
hilarious!" one of them said; I think it was Brandon's mom. "Look, all
three of them have one."

My other aunt laughed lightly. It sounded like Aunt Ruthy, my dad's baby
sister. "That is funny. Boners always look so big on boys that age. Makes
me wish I were that age again."

"Don't we all?" Brandon's mom said.

"Should we wake them? Tell them to roll over or something?"

"No," Brandon's mom answered. "They look damned cute that way."

They walked away, but I heard Aunt Ruthy say, "Cute? I'm going to be
thinking about that sight all day long now. I haven't had sex since Jay
left." She and my uncle Jay had separated a few months before, leaving Aunt
Ruth with a two and a four-year-old, both boys. My mom told us that no one
was going to enjoy the rest of this vacation more than Ruth, who could get
plenty of help with her two boys. It sounded like we had disturbed Ruthy's
rest.

I dreamt that Aunt Ruth came back to tell us me needed sex – really
needed it. It was a hot dream. Aunt Ruth was in her early thirties at the
time, and looked like a college girl, despite having two kids.

I dreamed on. I heard my sister Morgan giggling. Then I felt something
press my dick, so lightly that it was part of the dream.

"I touched it," one of the twins said.

"Barely," Morgan told her. "Go touch Brandon's."

"You touch Brandon's!" the twin countered.

I opened my eyes to see Morgan and the twins just outside the shade of the
tree. They saw me open my eyes and ran off giggling. Glancing down, I saw
that I had a hard-on under my swim suit. On the chair beside me, Brandon
had one, too. I sat up and glanced over. Davis had one, too.

"Fuckin' Cialis," I murmured. No one else seemed to be around. Aunts and
uncles were on the porch. Other aunts and uncles were down at the lake with
the boats and younger kids. Morgan and the twins had run down to the
water. I turned onto my side on the lounge chair and dosed back off.

It seemed like only a second later, but it had to be at least a few minutes
because I was on my back again. I woke with an, "Umph!" because someone sat
right onto my package.

It was Kendal, and Jayme was standing behind her, giggling. Kendal grinned
down at me and wiggled her hips.

"Augh!" I sat up, pushing her hips back. "You're squashing my balls!"

She laughed, "Well it was pretty obvious you have a couple... and something
else, too." She looked down into my lap." Just what were you dreaming
about?"

"About getting sat on and having my balls crushed," I said, resentfully,
covering my balls and the `something else' with my hands.

Kendal laughed and looked over at Brandon and Davis who were waking. "I
think you were all having the same dream." She smiled. "Was I in it?"

"That would have been a nightmare," I told her.

"Ha!" she dug her fingers into my ribs. "Still ticklish, Tommy?"

It was reflex. I pushed her backward off my lap. She lost her balance and
rolled onto the grass.

Jayme backed out of the way, laughing. "He's getting too big for you,
Kendal," she said.

Kendal got up, brushing off grass. She glanced pointedly at my lap. "No, he
hasn't. Not yet." Then she laughed , and the two of them went off toward
the lake.





After lunch, Brandon, Davis, and I were sitting at one of Grandpa's picnic
tables when Kendal shepherded the girl cousins out of the house and down
past us toward the dock. As we watched them approach in their bikinis,
Davis leaned against my shoulder.

"That stuff still hasn't worn off," he said.

"It's not Cialis, Dude," I told him. "Those are girls. Girls in bikinis
always make my dick hard."

Kendal stopped the girls at our table. She planted her hands on the table
and leaned over it toward us, showing more cleavage than is lawful for
underage boys to see. She grinned, which I was only vaguely aware of
because my eyes, like Davis' and Brandon's were on the way her breasts hung
down over the table. I was hoping for a clothing malfunction.

"Are you boys coming skiing with us?" she asked.

The three of us sat there like dumb statues.

"Or are you just coming?" she asked and then laughed.

Jayme, with her long, blond hair, laughed at the joke and climbed up to sit
on top of the table. She sat cross-legged and spun on her butt to face
us. We could see her slit through the red fabric of her swimsuit. Even
Brandon, her brother, looked.

"This is a teachable moment, girls," Kendal said to my sister and the
twins. "Remember how I told you that boys only think about one thing? Take
a look under the table."

It took a moment for me to realize what she was saying because, between my
eyes were roaming from the bottom of Jayme's swimsuit and the top of
Kendal's, I was lost in the moment. Brandon and I came to at the same time
and realized that the twins and my sister were looking under the table in
the direction of our crotches. His and my hands plunged into our laps, and
I elbowed Davis, who came out of his daze to do the same.

"Aw," Lindsay said, "We already saw them when they were asleep on Grandma's
lawn chairs before lunch."

"Yeah," Morgan said. "My brother's got a big one."

Kendal glanced at me and I felt my face go red. She grinned. "Let me have a
look, Tommy dear." She crawled onto the table and peered down into our
laps. Jayme got onto her knees beside her.

"You already saw," I told her. "You sat on it."

"Yes, but I didn't see it... out," Kendal replied.

None of us moved.

"C'mon, let's see those puppies. Get them out of your swimsuits," she said.

"Yeah, right," I told her.

"She's seen boys' erections before," Lindsay told us with a mischevious
grin. "She and Jayme have had sex with boys."

Kendal flashed Lindsay a glare. Jayme blushed deep red, even in the
sunlight. Lindsay glanced away.

Kendal turned back to us. "The twins and Morgan are still dumb about sex,"
she said. "Jayme and I have been explaining things to them. What about you
boys? Are you all still virgins?"

We glanced at each other.

"I guess we'll have to explain things to you sometime, too." she teased
with a laugh. "Now get your hands out of your laps and let Cousin Kendal
take a look at the little boys' woodies. Come on. Come on. You know you
want to show them off."

I was first to take my hands from my lap. Then Davis and Brandon did. None
of us pulled our dicks out of our swimsuits, though.

"Oh, my!" Kendal said, nudging Jayme. "These are very, very sweet virgin
boys. Girls," she said, glancing back at my sister and the twins, "Come see
what you should look for in a boy."

Morgan and the twins clambered up onto the table and Kendal backed Jayme
away to make room for them. Morgan and the twins peered over the side of
the table and into our laps.

"Peel the suits back," Kendal said. "Show 'em what you've got."

Just then, the screen door slammed up on the porch. Grandpa, my dad, and my
uncles started down the steps of the porch.

"You kids ready for more skiing?" Grandpa asked as he passed. "Tom's going
to pull skis behind his boat. I'm going to pull the tow tube behind mine.

"Come on, girls," Kendal said, motioning them off the table to follow the
men after they passed. "Let the boys calm down."

Lindsay gave me a wink, and they all got off the table and followed Grandpa
down toward the water.

"How am I supposed to relax after that?" Davis murmured. "I can't stand up
yet."

"I may never be able to get up from this table," I agreed.

"You boys going to wait to ski until we get some of the girls out of the
way?" Grandpa called back?

"Yeah, Grandpa," Brandon hollered. "Ladies first."

"Well don't sit around like you did all morning," he called back. "I bought
a new slalom ski because of you boys.



Grandpa's tow tube was one of those big tube rides you pull behind a
boat. Not long before lunch, Lindsay and I were riding it along with one of
my aunts, my sister Morgan, and a younger cousin. We were all wearing
"floatation devices" as Grandpa called them. He insisted every rider had to
wear one. Lindsay was inside me on the right outside of the tube. I had one
hand on a rope handle, and one hand around her waist trying to hang on. We
jostled together. I came down after a bump with a leg across her butt. It
felt good, and I could hang on better that way, so I left it there. I got
hard again.

Lindsay had a great butt at thirteen. As we jostled, my erection grazed ass
cheek, but with all the bouncing, I figured she wouldn't notice it.

Grandpa made a wide turn and the tube went up over the boat wake before
falling out from under us. Lindsay and I went flying off. Grandpa, the
boat, and the others on the tube just kept going, heading down the lake.

Lindsay and I floated, treading.

"You think they'll come back?" she asked.

"I dunno. We aren't that far from the house. Grandpa might expect us to get
ashore and walk back."

"Maybe," she agreed. She grabbed the shoulder of my life jacket and pulled
closer. "We can float for a few minutes and see if they come back." She
wrapped her legs around me, low, grabbing onto both shoulders of my life
jacket. "I'll float with you," she said with a smile.

Somehow, she had managed to get her crotch onto mine. The mound of her
pussy pressed the hardness of my dick.

"Yeah," I answered thickly, taking her bottom into my hands. "We can float
together."

Her smile faded a moment as I pulled us more firmly together by her
butt. Then she made a pretense of looking up at the sky and over to the
shore, all while keeping her mound pressed to the hardness in the front of
my swim suit. I held her there by the butt, and we bobbed on the small
waves of the lake.

We began to rub. Lindsay's eyelids drooped. She rested her forehead on my
shoulder. She rubbed her pussy on my dick through our swimsuits more
deliberately, but she did it in time with the bobbing of the waves, as if
that was the cause of her pussy rubbing on me.

She leaned back, closed her eyes, and floated with her arms out to the
sides. I held her by the butt and rubbed my dick on her pussy. I rubbed
with the bobbing of the waves.

Lindsay lifted her head. "Let me see it." She grabbed the shoulders of my
life jacket and pulled up, unwrapping her legs from around me. She looked
down into the water between us.

I glanced around. Grandpa's boat was still down the lake. So I hooked my
thumbs in the waistband of my swimsuit and pulled it down in front. My dick
popped up free. The water was clear and the waves made little ripples of
sunlight over its length.

"It's big," she murmured. She let go of the left shoulder of my life jacket
and closed her hand around my dick. She squeezed it. She moved my skin up
and down several times, silently.

She tugged my dick to the crotch of her swimsuit and rubbed my crown there,
against her swimsuit. Not satisfied with that, she let go of my right
shoulder as well, and pulled her swimsuit aside to rub my glans directly on
the slit of her pussy. It felt soft on my crown.

Keeping her gaze down into the water between us, Lindsay spoke
softly. "Kendal said she had sex with a boy for the first time when she was
thirteen like me and Lori," she said. Lori was Lindsay's twin sister. I
sometimes had trouble telling them apart, but it was easy that summer since
Lindsay's light blond hair was pretty short and Lori's was long.

"I saw porn before and I didn't think my vagina was big enough yet. Not
this big." She squeezed my dick. "But Kendal brought a dildo in her
duffle. Last night she stretched us with it; me and Lori and Morgan." She
glanced up at me. "We all bled 'cause she busted our cherries with it." She
looked down again. "She says we'll be ready for sex now. I'm still sore."

"What's a dildo?" I asked.

"It's plastic and it shaped like this," she said, squeezing my dick
again. "Kendal says she uses it when she doesn't have a real boy."

"Is her dildo as big as my dick?"

Kendal squeezed my dick again and nodded. "Yeah, I think so. It was
big. She said they make the even bigger; a lot bigger."

"Did it fit?" I asked. "Inside you? I mean, if the dildo fit inside,
then..."

Lindsay nodded. She slid my crown down to the bottom of her slit. "It went
in here," she said.

Her pussy lips slid over my crown, and I realized, suddenly, that the end
of my dick was inside my cousin Lindsay. She pulled out her hand and
grabbed the sides of my waist, wrapping her legs above my hips. My dick
went deeper inside her. I grabbed her bottom and pulled her all the way on.

Lindsay whimpered and pressed the side of her head to my jaw. "Well," she
murmured. "I guess we aren't virgins anymore." She leaned back and looked
at me. "Or do you have to squirt inside me first?"

"I don't know," I told her. "Do you want me to squirt inside you? I
mean... isn't that... well isn't that how girls can get pregnant?"

Lindsay frowned slightly and pulled on my shoulders to rest the side of her
head against my jaw again. "Kendal says that she let her boyfriend squirt
inside the first couple of times because they didn't have a condom. She
said it felt amazing." Lindsay rubbed the side of her head against my
jaw. "This feels good."

Holding her tightly by her bottom, I ground us together. With a soft grunt,
she tightened her legs around me.

We heard Grandpa's boat and looked up to see it racing toward us. Lindsay
pulled away from me, adjusting her swimsuit back.

"Shit!" I mumbed, pulling the front of my own suit back up. The first time
I actually had my dick inside a girl, it had been for all of a minute, in
swimsuits and life vests.

Grandpa pulled the tube up alongside us and Lindsay and I climbed back on
while I did my best to hide my erection.



Back at Grandpa's dock, I slid off the tube and handed up my life jacket to
a younger cousin without getting out of the water. I was still hard.

Lindsay took off her life jacked and joined me in the water. Grandpa took
another tube-full of riders out, including Brandon and Davis. Several aunts
and uncles sat in chairs on the lawn or up on porch, and younger cousins
were running all over the place.

"Let's go inside," Lindsay said, taking my hand.

"I can't get out of the water," I told her. "I've still got a boner."

Lindsay looked around. "Go on the other side of the dock. I'll bring you a
towel to wrap around you."

So I swam around to the other side of the dock where I could get out with
less chance of my boner being spotted. Lindsay seemed to take a long time
to bring me a towel. By the time she got back, my dick had actually gone
down and I had just climbed out of the water.

My twelve-year-old sister Morgan was with Lindsay, so I figured things were
"off" for a while.

But Lindsay motioned for me to follow them, so I followed. We skirted
around everyone on the lawn and past Grandma, my mom, and one of my aunts
on the porch. Mom gave me a what-are-you-up-to? look, but I ignored her.

Lindsay took my hand when we got inside and led me upstairs. Morgan
followed. I wondered what Lindsay had in mind that she was bringing Morgan
along. She led me to one of the upstairs bathrooms.

When the three of us were inside, Lindsay closed and locked the door. "I
told Morgan what happened," Lindsay said. "She wants to watch."

"Watch?" I glanced at Morgan. I had thought that Lindsay and I might
fuck. In fact, Lindsay sounded like she might have it in mind, too. But
with my little sister watching? "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Moran and Lindsay answered together.

I glanced from Morgan to Lindsay. For a moment, she and I simply looked at
one another. Our eyes dropped to one another's body. Then, slowly, Lindsay
pulled off her bikini bottoms. She had a bikini-trimmed black bush and a
flat belly.

"Well?" she said, glancing down at my swimsuit.

I decided to ignore my sister's presence. I pushed down my swimsuit,
dropping it to the floor. Morgan leaned around me to look, making it
difficult to ignore her presence after all. So I stepped close to Lindsay.

My dick poked Lindsay in the belly. She closed her hand around it. I felt
over her shoulders and arms, exploring the feel of her. She had smooth,
soft skin. It was cool to the touch because of having been in the water. I
swept my hands onto the top of her swimsuit and over her breasts. She let
go of my dick to take off her top.

Her breasts were white and her nipples were rose colored. The areolas were
much larger than a boy's and her nipples were hard. Each breast looked to
be the perfect size for one of my hands. I covered them with my palms and
caressed the firm mounds. I pressed my lips to her right nipple, then her
left.

"They're beautiful, Lindsay," I whispered.

She closed her hand around my dick. I rubbed her breasts.

She pulled me around by the dick and over to the two-sink vanity
counter. Morgan moved out of the way. From above the counter, a mirror ran
up to the ceiling. Lindsay sat up onto the counter and opened her legs.

"Lori and I saw Grandpa and Mom do it like this in the kitchen, when they
didn't know we were home," she told me, scooting her butt forward to the
counter's edge.

"What? Grandpa?"

"Yeah," Lindsay said, as she pulled up her feet and planted them to the
sides on the edge of the countertop, opening her pussy to me. I don't know
who decided what height bathroom counters should be, but the height was
perfect. My erection jutted out directly at her pussy and she grabbed it.

Reflected in the bathroom mirror was Lindsay's slim back long torso and my
larger body, mostly screen by hers. Behind me and to the side, Morgan
watched wide-eyed.

Lindsay rubbed my dickhead in her labia. Her pussy felt soft and cool
because Lindsay had been in the water. She guided my dick lower, and we
worked the end of my cock into her opening. I grabbed under her butt to
hold on as I eased my cock in. Her vagina slid on to my dick, wet and snug,
all the way down my shaft until our pubes pressed into one patch. I felt my
balls drape under her when I pulled her butt all the way to the front edge
of the vanity counter.

Lindsay wrapped her legs around me. She laid her arms lightly over my
shoulders and pressed her forehead to the side of my neck.  I pulled her
tight to me by her butt. She hooked her heels under my buttocks. I nuzzled
the side of her face and pumped my hips. She groaned.

I watched in the mirror. I couldn't see much of what we were doing except
for Lindsay's back because of the angle, but it still looked hot. It felt
even better. Beside us, Morgan stuck a hand into the front of her bikini
bottoms and rubbed herself.

Experimentally, I moved my hips forward and back. The moist lining of
Lindsay's vagina slid up and down over my crown and shaft. I experimented
with going deep and going shallow. I pulled her butt to the very edge of
the counter.

Beside us, Morgan stripped off her bikini bottoms. She had narrower hips
than the twins and a tiny pubic bush. She was barely twelve, and Mom called
her a "late bloomer". Except for the pubes, her body was more like a
ten-year-old girl's. We wondered later if it was because she ran a lot,
like Dad and me.

My attention returned to Lindsay when she dug at my butt with her heels. I
held onto her butt and ground in. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and
I felt her breasts against my chest.

She moaned softly with each thrust I made. She groaned quietly every time I
ground one in. Each time I pulled my hips back, her vagina dragged on my
cock as if to not let me go. Each time I drove forward, the smooth lining
of her vagina slid down over my crown and shaft. I took it slowly,
savoring, but then I had to move; I had to move faster.

"Oh," she murmured. "It feels better faster."

Beside us, Morgan had both hands between her legs and her hips were moving
at about the same speed as my hips were moving. She was facing us, so in
the mirror, I saw her sideways, wearing only her top. Her slender body
undulated like she was fucking air. Morgan had a nice butt. Her skin looked
warm.

I reached to the side to pull her closer to us. I wanted to run my hand
over her side and bottom. She misunderstood how I pulled and she turned
toward the mirror and leaned over the counter. That did put her butt right
beside us. I ran my hand all over it; the skin of her bottom was amazingly
soft. I ran into her fingers when I felt under her butt and between the
tops of her legs. I moved her fingers aside and pressed my own finger into
her opening.  Morgan's head dropped and she moaned.

"Go fast again," Lindsay whispered in my ear.

I fingered Morgan fast a few times before I realized that my hips had
slowed and Lindsay meant for me to fuck her faster. I tried, but couldn't
do both. So I reluctantly withdrew my finger from between Morgan's labia,
gave them a final rub, and then grabbed Lindsay by the butt with both hands
again.

My hips flew. Even back then, starting out, I fucked from the hips. Some
guys put their whole body into it, but I tend to hold onto a girl and pump
my hips when I fuck. And I like to bang balls-deep when I can, especially
when I start shooting. That summer, my dick hadn't grown to full length
yet, and I had no trouble banging deep with Lindsay. Maybe it was because
of that first time with Lindsay that I have always liked going balls-deep
since.

Lindsay whimpered and clung to my neck. I went faster and felt her body
tense. She pawed at the backs of my shoulders.  My balls churned; I'd had
all day to recover from the night before, and my balls churned hard. I
drove deep and began shooting. My legs quivered. The muscles of my pelvic
floor clenched hard with each squirt.

Lindsay ground onto my dick, hungrily. "I feel it!" she murmured. The she
tensed and whimpered loudly. I grabbed her butt and pulled her on even
harder.

 My dick pulsed several times, and then I was done. I breathed. Liquid ran
down onto my balls.

"For sure, we're not virgins anymore," Lindsay whispered.

"No," I agreed, nuzzling the side of her face.

Lindsay leaned back onto her hands on the counter and looked down to where
our pubes mashed together.  I gave another slow pump, and then a second. We
watched my dick slide out and then back it. My dick was wet.

Morgan watched, too. She was bent over with one hand on the counter and one
between her legs, watching us. Her hips were moving, grinding her pussy on
her finger. That's when I decided to do her, too.

My dick wasn't softening. On the contrary, it was still hard and I wondered
if the Cialis stuff was still working. Of course, a second ready pussy,
right beside me, even if it was my little sister's, was a powerful
incentive to my fourteen-year-old dick to stay hard.

I slowly pulled from Lindsay. "I'll be back," I told her. The belief that
that the Cialis must still be working had me feeling sexually invincible.

I stepped behind my little sister. Morgan was slender, like me, and her
hips hadn't started rounding yet, but she had wide little shoulders and a
nice taper to her body. She had smooth skin, a white bottom, and firm,
slender legs. She might be a late bloomer, but she still looked a lot
different from when we were little and took baths together.

Laying my dick up over her butt, I felt over her back and sides. Bending
over her, I felt under her tummy and down her legs. I reached between them,
and found her hands in the way. Instead of pushing them aside, I dropped to
my knees behind her to take a closer look to see where to "put it".

Morgan had buried the middle finger of her right hand between her labia,
all the way up past the second knuckle and was fingering herself. It was
like a "Put it here" sign, pointing, pointing, pointing. Her pussy lips
were wet. Her stance was wide.

On impulse, I licked her. I licked her labia around her finger. Her body
tensed; I felt it, with the hand I had on the back of her thigh. I pressed
my tongue in beside her finger, wanting in. She pulled her finger out and I
pressed my tongue into her. Morgan whimpered.

Her smell was good; it was beyond good. Maybe something about family
chemistry was involved, but unlike my girlfriend's smell which seemed
overpowering, Morgan's scent caused my gut to clench and my dick to grow
even harder. Her taste tightened up my pelvic floor. I buried my mouth up
between her legs and drove in with my tongue as far as I could. Morgan's
body shuddered.

We were so ready! I got to my feet, grabbed my dick, bent my knees to angle
up, and wiggled my crown into her wet opening. I found it, grabbed her
hips, and pushed in.

If Morgan hadn't already worked herself up, I might have hurt her. But she
was worked up, and my dick slid into her tight vagina in one
sensation-filled slide.  She went up onto her toes as my lap met her
bottom. I pulled her down onto me by her hips, driving in deeply.

Lindsay watched from where she sat on the counter. Her finger was in her
slit and it looked like she had been pulling out semen to look at.

With Morgan's bottom in my lap, it was sort of natural to wrap my arms
under her and pull her up onto me with my hands on her belly and chest. We
looked even hotter in the mirror than when it was Lindsay and me.

Morgan's swimsuit top was still on, and I cupped her breasts with my
hands. I discovered how natural it was to hang on to them in that
position. But I wanted to feel them without her top. Pausing with my dick
far up inside her, I pulled her top off.

Morgan had only little buds for breasts. They weren't quite mounds yet, but
her chest wasn't flat either. I covered them with my hands and rubbed her
nipples with my palms. Morgan ground her bottom back into my lap.

I thrust long and slow, then firmly; then I banged. Morgan dropped her
hands to the countertop to steady herself, and I could see me better in the
mirror. I pushed her back down lower, and I could see even better. I could
see all the way down to her butt and the bottom of my belly. I thrust
several times, watching.

Lindsay watched from the countertop, fingering herself.

I turned Morgan and me sideways to the mirror, keeping her bent over. At
that angle, I could actually watch my dick going in and out.

Lindsay jumped off the counter and grabbed up her swimsuit bottom. "I'll be
back," she said to me, echoing my words of only a few minutes before. She
pulled on the bottoms and went out the door. I barely noticed except to
wonder where the hell she was going at a time like that, and to make sure
she locked the door behind her.

And then it was just me and Morgan, and I suddenly felt like I did when we
were little kids and Morgan followed me around as I played and discovered
things in our home and yard and neighborhood.

"Morgan," I told her, "get up on the counter and lie back. Let's see what
it looks like."

Morgan seemed reluctant to pull off me, but she did. She climbed up onto
the counter and lay back with her legs apart and over the front edge. I
stepped between them and aimed in, watching in the mirror. Morgan propped
up on her elbows to watch. I angled her out of the way and worked my
dickhead back between her labia.

That's something else I like, maybe from those first times; working my dick
between a girl's labia and then watching it slide in for the first time
while feeling it.

I grabbed Morgan's hips and started pumping. I watched in the mirror. I
hadn't seen much porn, but this was definitely better.

And then it dawned on me that this was my little sister who I was fucking
like a doll, and that she looked uncomfortable, twisted to one side on the
counter top.

"C'mon up, Morgan," I said softly. Getting my hands under her, I pulled her
up to me, working her bottom to the front edge of the counter.

She laid her forehead on the side of my neck and wrapped her arms over my
shoulders, much like Lindsay had. But Morgan's touch was lighter, more
trusting.

"Wrap your legs around me like Lindsay did," I told her.

Morgan wrapped her legs around me, and I was surprised at how different two
girls could feel. A big part of it was because this indeed was Morgan, my
little sister. With the moving our family had done when we were little,
Morgan was as much a best friend as any friend I'd had. There was something
about the way she clung to me that afternoon that was very much a little
sister clinging to a big brother. And yet, she responded more to my thrusts
and movements even better than Lindsay had done. It seemed more natural, as
if we were discovering together. She wrapped her legs around me more
tightly.

The counter and the mirror didn't seem right anymore. I grabbed up Morgan
by the bottom and stepped back from the counter. Holding her to me, I got
to my knees on the bathroom rug and lowered Morgan onto her back, going
down on top of her.  Morgan kept me tightly in her arms and legs. We kept
my dick inside her.

We held on to one another, adjusting only enough for me to resume
thrusting. This time, I kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the feel
and smell of my little sister, and on how she moved with me. We were both
young runners, and our bodies moved well together.

Her breathing beside my ear was a runner's breathing. Our thrusts were as
steady as a run, and at the end, we sprinted. Morgan came first, squeezing
my neck and bucking hard up to meet my thrusts. The sensations of driving
her climax higher with my impacts, brought on my own orgasm; a hard one.

Slowly, sounds from outside returned. I opened my eyes and rubbed my cheek
on Morgan's soft cheek.

"Are you okay, Morg?" I asked her.

She nodded and gave my neck another squeeze.

It felt so good to simply lay with her like that, that I didn't move.  My
dick softened, but with my pelvis against hers, it didn't slip out.

We jumped when there was a knock at the door.

"Open up!" Lindsay whispered loudly through the door. "It's me."

I pushed up onto my hands. For a moment, Morgan and I just looked at each
other. Then she smiled. On impulse, I gave her lips a peck before I pulled
my dick out of her.

I got up. Morgan sat up and closed her legs. I stepped behind the door and
opened it. Lindsay stepped in, and immediately behind her, her Lori
followed.

"Crap, Lindsay!" I said, shutting the door, giving it a quick lock, and
covering my crotch. "You didn't say you were bringing someone else."

Lori's eyes were wide as she looked me up and down. Standing beside
Lindsay, they really did look identical except for Lori's long hair and the
different colors of their swimsuits.

Lindsay smiled. "Lori wants you to do her, too." Her smile faded to
disappointment as she looked from me to Morgan, who still sat on the
floor. "Did you finish already?"

"Yeah," I told her. I glanced apologetically at Lori. I mean, I didn't want
her to feel like I didn't want to do it with her. "Maybe we can do it
later."

"Why can't you do it now?" Lindsay asked.

"Because I just came twice," I told her. "A guy's dick gets soft after he
comes."

"But it didn't after you came inside me," Lindsay pointed out.

"Sometimes it doesn't," I said. I wasn't about to tell her that Grandpa's
Cialis might have played a part.

"Well?" Lindsay said. "Can't you get it hard again?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. I mean, I just came twice, you know. I guy can't just
come over and over."

"But you can get it hard again, right? Like Kendal said? You guys have
boners all the time."

"But a guy's gotta rest after coming," I objected.

Lindsay turned to Lori. "Get naked. Maybe that will help Tommy get a boner
again."

Lori bit her lip and glanced at me. My eyes dropped to her body and stayed
there as she slowly undid her swim top. Her breasts were a match for
Lindsay's. I gazed at them, and my staring must have done something for
her, because her nipples hardened up, even as I watched.

Lori's chest rose and fell with her breathing, and my gaze was drawn down
to the curve of her belly. She peeled down the bottom of her swimsuit to
reveal the same bikini trim of her pubes that Lindsay had.

I dropped my hands from my crotch and Lori's eyes locked on my dangling
equipment. I stepped up to Lori, sliding my hand down between her legs and
moving close. Lori grasped my shoulders.  I fingered her slit and smelled
her long hair. She moaned softly.

"Is it getting hard?" Lindsay asked, bending to look between us. "It
doesn't look like anything's happening."

Lori reached down between us, feeling for my dick. She found it and closed
her hand around it. Her forehead came to rest on mine. I rubbed my finger
in her slit. She squeezed my dick.

Even after Cialis, a fourteen-year-old boy can begin to wear out. I might
have had all morning to recover, but I did have sex through the night
before, and I had just come twice. Amazingly, though, I felt my dick begin
to thicken. It surprised me, and I felt hopeful.

"Why don't you suck it?" Morgan asked from where she sat on the floor. She
knelt up. "I'll suck it." She scooted over on her knees and pushed my left
hip back.

Lori let go of my dick and Morgan lifted it in her hand. A moment later,
her wet mouth sucked it in.

My mouth dropped and without thinking, I curled the finger I had in Lori's
slit. My fingertip hooked into her opening. With a gasp, she grabbed my
chest and back.

Morgan sucked and my dick began to thicken. Lindsay dropped to her knees
beside Morgan and leaned closer. "It's working," she said. I felt Lindsay's
hand lift my balls.

Lindsay glanced up at me. "Is Davis' dick big like yours? Is Brandons?"

"Davis' is almost as long as mine, but mine's longer. Brandon's is shorter,
but it's fat," I told her.

"Fat?" Lindsay considered that. She glanced at Morgan who was busy sucking
my dick. "I want to take Brandon's virginity," she told Morgan. "You can
take Davis'."

I never thought of a girl taking a boy's virginity the way Lindsay said
it. I mean, I could see a girl like Kendal "taking" a boy's
virginity. Lindsay said it the way I could picture Kendal saying it. I
pictured Lindsay grabbing Brandon's dick.

Lori whimpered. She pressed my side, legs apart, my finger inside her
opening. My bicep was between her breasts. I felt her breath on my shoulder
and the side of my neck. I turned my face toward her. Her eyes were
closed. Her mouth was hanging open. I leaned over and kissed her.

Lori responded instantly, pressing her mouth onto mine and her pussy onto
my finger. She grabbed my neck and laid her other hand on my chest and
hungrily accepted my tongue in her mouth.

"Let me try it," Lindsay said, and I felt Morgan's mouth pull away and a
new mouth close onto my dick.

Lori clung to me as we kissed. I fingered her and her pussy responded.

Lindsay's teeth scraped me.

"Don't let your teeth scrape!" I said with a gasp.

Lori pulled my mouth back onto hers. Her pussy grew wet and her hips moved
against my side, driving my finger inside her. My dick had grown fully
hard.

I pulled my hips back; pulling my dick from Lindsay's mouth.  I backed Lori
to the vanity counter, and she knew what to do. She backed her butt up onto
it and opened her legs to me.  She and I both watched, down between us, as
I guided my dickhead into her pussy, found her opening, and pushed in.

Lori wrapped onto me the way Lindsay had and the way Morgan had. For a few
minutes, we fucked much like I had earlier. But then I wanted to try
something different. I looked around, thinking I'd lay Lori back like I did
Morgan, so I could watch in the mirror. I thought about climbing up onto
the vanity top with Lori, with her butt on the countertop between the sinks
and us sideways to the mirror.

Lori noticed me looking around. "I want to sit on it," she murmured beside
my ear. "Kenal says it feels real good to sit on it."

"Lie down on the floor, Tommy," Lindsay told me. I glanced at her. She had
gotten naked while I was concentrating on Lori.

I backed from between Lori's legs and dropped onto my back on the
floor. Lori jumped off the vanity counter. Stepping astride my hips, she
squatted down, adjusted position, and then sat down onto my dick, taking it
all the way up her vagina. Her bottom bones pushed in on either side of my
dick. She wiggled her butt and her bones dug in.

"Uh!" I murmured, sitting partway up.

"Wait," Lori said. Keeping my dick well up inside her, she got onto one
knee, and then steadying herself with her hands on my chest, she got onto
the second knee as well. She splayed them out to the sides, and our pubes
meshed together as she worked my dick up inside her. She was leaning
forward over me, and our eyes met as she ground her pelvis down on
mine. Watching her eyes, I reached up for her breasts with both hands. I
squeezed them, and she ground onto my dick.

"How's it feel?" Lindsay asked.

"Good," Lori said, without taking her eyes from mine.

"Yeah, good," I agreed.

"I wanna try it," Lindsay said.

"Later," Lori told her, and she bent lower to kiss me.

We kissed as Lori rocked forward and back on my dick and I squeezed and
caressed her breasts. When she sat up, and rocked harder, it felt really
good, and I wondered if I might actually be able to come again.

I looked over and discovered that Lindsay and Morgan had gotten into a
sixty-nine, eating one another out. When it occurred to me that they might
be eating my semen out of one another, my balls began to tighten.

And then Lori started to go really wild. She must have had a big orgasm
because when she was done, she almost collapsed onto me.

"Don't stop!" I pleaded. "I think I can come again."

Lori sat back up, eyes droopy. She rocked her hips dreamily. I grabbed her
butt and jerked her forward and back. She moved with me and picked up speed
again. She built up to a second come, and I managed to come with her and it
fell like my balls came right up into my dick. I would have howled out loud
if I could have gotten away with it.

The screen door down on the porch slammed and then slammed again. People
were coming back into the house. They would be getting supper ready and
some would want to shower up.

I snuck out first, and went down the backstairs. The girls followed down
the inside stairs a moment later.





"There you are," Davis said as I came out onto the lawn.

I turned to his voice. He and Brandon came up in wet swimsuits.

"We've been looking for you," he said. Grinning broadly, he leaned
close. "Kendal felt me up in the lake. She grabbed my dick INSIDE my suit."

"Where have you been anyway?" Brandon asked.

I shrugged. "Fucking Lindsay and Lori," I told him. "Well, and Morgan,
too," I said, since they would find out anyway. I turned toward the porch.

"Whoa! Wait!" they said, grabbing me. They dragged me back away from the
house.

"You did what?" Davis asked incredulously.

So I told them.

Brandon looked more and more pissed. "You should have gotten us," he
complained.

"I was busy," I reminded him.

"Lindsay went and got Lori," he pointed out.

"I was busy," I told him again.

"You should have gotten us," Davis agreed with Brandon.

"Lindsay said she wanted to take your virginity," I told Brandon. I turned
to Davis. "She told Morgan that she could take yours."

Shit-eating grins slowly spread across both their faces.





I pulled Lindsay outside after supper. "We're going to come upstairs to
where you guys are sleeping; tonight."

She shook her head. "We already decided. We're coming downstairs to you
guys. After everyone's asleep. We're going to take Brandon's and Davis'
virginity."

"What about me?" I asked.

Lindsay smiled. "I know how to get your dick hard." She leaned close to my
ear. "I liked sucking it, Tommy."





I told the guys, and the six of us ended up sitting down on the lawn well
after dark, mainly talking. It wasn't like we could really do anything
right there on the lawn because aunts and uncles were still around. No one
suggested that we go off into the woods. There were houses in either
direction along the lake and more houses back off the road. Besides, we all
expected things to happen later.

Lori and Morgan sat on the other side of Lindsay, and Brandon and Davis on
my other side. Brandon and Davis clowned around and giggled like girls. The
girls just giggled.

"You guys are up to something," Kendal said, coming up behind us.

We jumped and looked back to see her and Jayme standing behind us. Kendal
dropped to her knees between Davis and me and threw an arm over each of our
shoulders. "You two aren't planning to lay these little girls are you?
They're your cousins, you know."

"Maybe we'll lay you," I told her. "I hear you like being laid."

"Oh, ho!" Kendal exclaimed, throwing her weight onto my back. Her breasts
pressed my back and bent me over. She tried tickling me, but I rolled
away. She came after me, trying to pin me with her body. I was as tall as
her, but I was a lot skinnier. She was on top and grabbed at my crotch.

It was dark, and I thought, 'What the hell.' I grabbed a boob with one hand
and her crotch with my other.

Kendal's eyebrows rose and she grinned lopsidedly. "Somebody wants his
cherry busted," she murmured.

"Too late," Davis said from close by. "Somebody already busted it."

Kendal looked up in surprise; first at Davis, then with a frown at the
twins.

"Boys!" my mom called from the porch. "Grandpa's and Grandma's bathroom is
free now. You can shower up."

"I gotta go shower up," I told Kendal. I gave her crotch a squeeze. "Wanna
come?"

She glanced down at me with a wicked grin. "You wish!" she said, giving my
crotch a return squeeze before getting off me.



As we stripped for the shower, I worried about whether I could "get it up"
again that evening when the girls came down. That's when I had the idea.

"Guys! Guys!" I said. I had been thinking about the girls coming to
Grandpa's study tonight, and wondering if I'd be able to get it up again. I
had a sudden idea. "We should each take another one of Grandpa's Cialis
pills."

Brandon and Davis looked at me in surprise.

"Seriously!" I said. "Think about it. Three girl cousins coming downstairs
to get screwed? You're each going to wanna do all three like I did, right?
Remember what happened last night? Our dicks stayed hard, even after we
came. This," I told them dramatically, "could a night to remember!"

Brandon and Davis glanced at each other, then Davis glanced at me. "I'll
get the pills," he said.



Two hours later, Davis and Brandon pulled me out onto the porch. "We
should've never taken more Cialis," Brandon told me angrily. "Our dicks are
hard as hell."

"Brandon and me are going downstairs to suck each other off and try to get
the ache out of them," Davis told me.

"I don't need to yet," I told him.

Brandon's eyes flashed at me. "Well, duh!"

Lindsay came out to join us. She wasn't happy. "Kendal and Jayme want to
come, too," Lindsay complained. "They wanna watch, and they said they'll
make trouble if we don't let them."

"We'll turn the lights off," I told her. Not that that would make a
difference.

Lindsay frowned unhappily, and went back inside.

Brandon groaned. "My dick aches."

I looked down at my crotch in surprise. "I think mine's getting hard."

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I've run out of time to work on this story this week. Let me know if you
like it. If there is enough interest, I'll
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