Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 07:38:18 -0800 (PST) From: Kris S Subject: ST:"Cousin Holiday Fun" part two (M/t/t Incest, Mast) Warning: This story describes sexual situations involving 14 and 17 year old brothers and their 20 year old cousin. Read no further if stories like this offend you or are illegal in your area. This is part two of the story. Please read part one if you are confused. If you have comments or questions, you can e-mail me at: kris_the_writer@yahoo.com ==========The Story========== I slept like a baby. Not once did I wake up all night. The alarm jolted me awake, and I sat up and slapped at it, trying to shut it off. Finally I got it, and I saw David stirring in his bed. Andrew was again totally out of it, didn't hear the alarm at all I suppose. I hopped out of bed, gathered my clothes from beside my bed (including the still-damp sock I had emptied my balls into last night) and tossed them in the hamper. I didn't even think about my morning wood tenting my shorts, I was still in a state of euphoria from my massive orgasm and hearing Andrew jerking off. I got my clothes from my dresser and went to the bathroom for my shower. I took longer than usual this morning in the shower. It wasn't unusual for me to wake up with wood, but this morning my wood was more like steel. I tried to get it to go down, but it was impossible. I was washing my pubes, little bits of cum stuck to them, dried in them, from last night. The best night of my life sexually. My hot 14 year old cousin admitting to me, after me hearing him stroke his cock, that he was jerking off. Listening to him stroke, him having an orgasm. My hand found my cock. Andrew, stroking where both myself and his brother could hear, cumming somewhere in his bed. My left hand found the wall to brace myself as my right hand was working my dick, covered in soap making it slide quickly up and down the short shaft. I could picture Andrew, one hand working his teenage rod, the other hand rubbing his chest, playing with his balls, rubbing them. Holding his massive balls in one hand, sliding his hand down to his ass. Stroking hand while he slid one finger in his tight virgin ass. I popped a load. My knees buckled, my legs shaking. My cock emptied a load towards the wall. No shooting power but an awesome orgasm. Three spurts came out of my purple head, I milked the rest out, watching my cum wash down the drain. Did I just ejaculate thinking of my cousin? My hot 14 year old cousin definitely aroused me, but is it possible that I used him as a jackoff fantasy? I finished washing, brushed my teeth and hair and got dressed. I was sort of troubled at the fact that I just came thinking of my cousin. He and David had crossed my mind a lot before, but not as the sole jack off fantasy. I finished dressing, gathered up my stuff and went back to my room. When I opened the door, David was stretching over by the window. The sun illuminated his body, remnants of a tent of morning wood poked the front of his royal blue boxers. I stared again. I need to stop staring. "Done? My turn?" David asked. I nodded and he took off towards the bathroom. This whole time, my eyes stayed away from Andrew. I was afraid to look at him. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing away from my bed. I put my clothes in my hamper, hiding my briefs towards the bottom out of sight. I turned on the computer and checked my e-mail. Still ignoring Andrew, I deleted the "Make Your Penis Larger" and "Is Your Credit Under Control" ads, replied to a friend from IRC, and logged off. I thought about just leaving the room, go and eat breakfast and ignore Andrew some more. "Kris?" Shit. "What Andrew." "Um, look. Um, I uh," Andrew was searching for the words. Was he going to admit to it? Was he going to deny it? How was I going to respond was the question that bothered me the most. My stomach started turning in knots. "Uh, okay. Um, I, like, last night..." he stammered, "I didn't know you were awake," Andrew finally blurted out. I still couldn't make eye contact with him, but I felt that tightening in my crotch. I sat, thinking of something to say. Where should I go? I could tell him nothing, or I could make something up. I could tell him I jerked off too. I sure as hell wasn't telling him I was jerking off thinking about him, and that I did it again this morning. The silence continued. "Kris, I'm sorry, I fucked up again." He sort of flopped on the bed. "Dude, you didn't fuck up," came out of my mouth. I'm not sure who was speaking, but the voice came from me. "I do it too, what's the big deal?" "But not in front of people, not in the same room as your cousin and brother, not where people might hear and catch you." He was getting nervous. His voice was breaking up. I still couldn't look at him though. "I fucking did it in your room, I wouldn't want someone beating off in my room." "I do it in my room, you are more than welcome to do it in my room Andrew." Where the hell did that come from? "I don't know what kind of routine you've got, but you guys being here breaks mine." Holy shit. I can't believe I just said that. "I won't do it no more." "Andrew, that's up to you. I don't care if you do it again." I was getting daring, probably from the pulsing of my cock. "I did it last night and in the shower this morning. Just do it when you need to, I don't care." Well, that was it. I made the admission. I just finished jerking, I've done it twice, I have a routine. My life is over, he's going to spread the word. Silence. "Cool. Thanks." For the first time, I could look at him. I glanced over and he was laying on his side, boxers tented, staring away from me. Our disjointed conversation just made me feel totally comfortable with him. David and I had talked sex, he told me how much he's done, asked for advice, but for some reason, Andrew was now the one I felt comfortable with. And at the same time, I felt like I had to avoid him from now on. The water shut off, David was done, and he came in with just the towel around his waist, boxers in hand. Andrew scurried out of the room, still tenting. David ignored him, went to the closet and closed the door. If only I could watch. He came out a little later and went straight to the bathroom. I'm still not sure I'd be totally comfortable with someone walking in the bathroom while I was showering. But they do share a bathroom at home. My mind started wandering. Maybe they see each other all the time, David sees Andrew hard on stepping in the shower, Andrew has learned everything about sex and the male body from his big brother. David popped my dream bubble when he opened the door and came back in. "What did you do to wake up Andrew this morning. He's never up with the alarm." David had a good point. We had to physically shake and pull the covers down yesterday. This morning, he got up on his own. "Must have not been as tired." I didn't know what to say. I wasn't going to tell David that his brother and I just talked about masturbating. I can't lie and say it wasn't on my mind. In fact, it was the only thing I could think about at the moment. Was Andrew going to stroke more? Was he stroking now? I have to stop thinking like this. My cock just emptied 20 minutes ago and it wants release again. This is going to be a long day, I thought. The rest of the day was pretty disjointed and not as long as I thought it would be. Andrew and I didn't really talk, I think subconsciously we were creating space between the two of us. I left the room before he was out of the shower. David spent a lot of time talking to my aunts and uncles about his college plans, working out on our treadmill, or watching TV. Andrew played a lot of video games. I helped around the house, answered the obligatory questions about school and relationships to the relatives and friends who dropped by. We went to a huge dinner at temple, followed by the service, and got home at about 8. We all went upstairs one at a time to change out of our good clothes. Andrew being first, me second and David third. On my way out of my room, David caught me and said he needed to talk. "Um, would it be possible for me to chat for a little to my girlfriend on your computer? She asked if we could maybe talk tonight. Would that be okay with you?" David never made eye contact, obviously embarrassed about what he was planning. "Go for it dude, just lock the door." I can't believe this. In 24 hours, I've gone from never speaking of masturbating two finding out both cousins are desperate to do it, and better yet, in my room. I heard the lock click behind me and I headed downstairs. Mom had made about five different pies and I didn't have a problem helping myself to a huge chunk of the peanut butter silk pie. I crashed on the couch and a few minutes later Andrew joined me. We watched some football for a while. Eventually he asked where David was, he realized he wasn't around. "He wanted to talk to his girlfriend for a while on IM," I told him. He snickered to himself. Did he know what was going on? Was this a common thing, for David to be stroking online? "Those two need to be separated, it's disgusting." Andrew didn't seem happy with his brother's relationship by the tone of his voice. "Why do you say that?" "All they do, sit on the couch together and kiss, watch tv and kiss, go to his room and kiss." Andrew sounded a little dejected in his talking. "I mean, they never stop touching. Holding hands, kissing. It gets old. I thought maybe we'd get away from that out here." Was Andrew jealous that his brother had a girlfriend or what? I knew David was screwing her every chance he had. Did Andrew know this? My mind was getting to be excellent at racing lately. I was trying to watch football, but all I could think about was Andrew, think about what David was doing, think about David fucking his girlfriend... About 45 minutes after I last saw him, David came downstairs. He was flushed. His cheeks were red, it brought out his beautiful eyes. Obviously, he just finished with something that warmed him up. "Where's the pie," David grumbled. He cut himself a slice and plopped down on the chair next to me. "What's the score?" I couldn't answer, I hadn't been paying any attention to the game, my thoughts focused on some teenage dicks. Luckily my Uncle Jimmy filled him in on every detail. Jimmy was a walking encyclopedia. He had a photographic memory, so you could ask him what the last seven plays in the game were, he'd know. David quizzed him and Jimmy got mad at him. "Don't get your boxers in a bunch, I'm trying to watch the game," Jimmy sarcastically quipped. Boxers! I forgot, did Andrew blow his load in his boxers last night? I had to know. I gathered everyone's plates that was done, giving me an excuse to head out to the kitchen and sneak upstairs. I hit the bathroom, did a quick sweep but he must have remembered to take them out with him this morning. I went to my bedroom, into the closet to his suitcase. I found them rolled up, but after an examination, nothing. No pubic hair, no spots, just his sweet smell. My cock was at full attention sniffing his boy smell. I looked more, was there a wet sock like I had? I searched, but no wet sock. Where was his cum? I was curious as to what else might be in his suitcase, but someone was coming up the stairs. I went to my computer and sat down. Then my thoughts drifted to David, who just less than an hour ago was sitting in this very chair, jerking off, talking to his girlfriend. Where's his jizz? Nothing in the garbage can, must have flushed it. The door opened and it was the boys. "Madden challenge," Andrew informed me, "Loser has to sit next to Aunt Shelly in Temple tomorrow morning." Aunt Shelly was a great woman in Temple, knew every last bit of the Torah by heart, but got more and more upset with you if you couldn't follow along word for word. Often times, the person sitting next to her got an earful for the next hour about how you couldn't be a complete person without knowing your past and religion and on and on. I totally understood their idea, a competition over who has to sit closer to her, because the loser really is the loser. They layed on their stomachs and started the game, giving me total access to gaze at their perfect butts. So round and perfect. I imagined that's what David's girlfriend liked to grab onto while he was banging her. Maybe she told him how she was digging her fingers into his ass when they were cybering. I got an idea. I searched around on the net until I found a key logger. I admit it, I'm a snoop. I love searching through other people's stuff, and what better than their e-mails. I could log the IM conversations between David and his girlfriend, their e-mail passwords, everything. Why didn't I think of this sooner? I set it up and ran a dry test. Success! It didn't log what the other person sent over IM, but it logged every word and keystroke that I made, which meant total access to my cousins! David had demolished Andrew in three straight games, and declared victory. Andrew was sulking. I was tired, finished up my conversation on IRC and closed it down so they didn't see I was in a gay teen chat room. I was sporting some wood, but David beat me to the bathroom so I couldn't change there right away. Andrew and I were alone for the first time in a while. "Kris?" My heart jumped. "Yeah Andrew?" "I'm not gonna do anything tonight, I promise." "Why not?" Part of me was disappointed. I wanted to hear him again, listen to his breath, hear how his hand make his pubescent body feel wonderful. "I mean, you don't have to," I added quickly. "Well, I do it too much, I shouldn't. Plus it makes you mad." "Mad? Andrew I don't care if you do it or not. I do it. I'm sure David does it. It's your call, but there's no such thing as too much, and I would rather you do it and enjoy it than mess yourself at night from not doing it and not enjoy it." Where did this newfound courage to talk about sex come from, and how can I keep it going I wanted to know. "Well you had to say something last night to me, I thought I made you mad." Where to go with this. I was in waist deep already, I might as well jump the rest of the way in. "Andrew, I said something because I didn't want you to make a mess in your sheets or boxers or anything. I don't know what you usually do with the cum, but being in a strange room I thought I'd help out by telling you there were tissues to shoot into if you wanted." Should I go on? "And the reason I talked to you was because I heard you stroking, and I was stroking as well." Shit. I went too far. He jerked his head, looked at me, then looked away real quick. Damnit. Why didn't I just stay nice, quiet reserved Kris. "Well, I'm not gonna do it tonight," Andrew blurted quick. Things are going to be weird now. Shit. I Just ruined it. We sat in silence. "If you want to check your e-mail, I'll leave this on." I sort of half-heartedly made an attempt to explain myself, but decided the damage was done, leave it be. At least I could snoop in his e-mail, everything wasn't lost I tried to tell myself as I pulled off my sweatshirt and socks. Andrew typed a little, clicked some. I went to the closet. I figure, they change in there, I might as well too. I pulled on the door and Andrew spun and half-yelled, "Don't go in my suitcase!" What was that about? "I mean, well don't mess it up I mean." What was that all about? I nodded my head and closed the door. Why didn't he want me in there. Was he hiding something? I didn't want to look odd, so I pulled off my jeans and briefs, pulled up my sweatshorts and walked out. I put my clothes in the hamper and walked towards my bed. "Kris," Andrew was trying to talk to me, how should I handle this, "you did it last night?" I didn't say yes, just sort nodded my head. "I didn't hear you take any tissues. What happened to your stuff?" Well, at least it was conversation and I was already admitting to doing it. "I shot in my sock" "Like in American Pie?" I had forgotten about that scene. Andrew hit the nose on the head. "Yeah I guess so," I said. "I don't usually, but it was close and convenient." "You're sure you won't be mad if I do it?" Andrew was definitely considering it. "Not at all, you're my guest. I mean, you probably do it a lot at home, you shouldn't be interrupted just because you're in my room." I was trying to make up for before. Then I got daring. "Since I told, what did you do with your cum?" Just as he opened his mouth, David opened the door. Fuck, I was just going to find out what happened, go away! That effectively ended my conversation with Andrew. "What time's Temple tomorrow?" Shit, I forgot. We had an early service. I told him 10, so that meant getting up an hour earlier. I put the alarm on for 8 and checked it. David stripped down, my favorite thing about him staying with me, to just his blue and red boxers and started stretching. "I pulled something in my back working out today. Do you have any rub Kris?" I know what I'd like to rub right now, I thought. I went into the closet and opened up my drawer. I had a jar of Icy Hot I used on my leg now and then when it would bother me. I pulled it out and saw my Astroglide I had forgotten to hide in case they went snooping. I thought about taking it and hiding it, but decided instead to leave it, maybe prying eyes would be fun. I tossed the jar to David, but he asked if I could rub it on his back for him. How many stories have I read that started off like this. I had to adjust myself in my shorts to hide the head of my cock behind the waistband. I wasn't going to do anything. I would rub it in and that was all. "Where at?" Please let it be right above your waistband! "Between my shoulder blades, I can't reach there," he said. Damn. Oh well. He came over and turned his back to me and I rubbed in a glob on his back. He thanked me and went to his bed and laid down on his stomach. Andrew took the cue, he went to his bed and stripped down, but for some reason kept his back to me. Was he hiding his hard on? I asked if anyone needed anything, no one said anything, so I said I was hitting the lights. David slipped on his headphones, Andrew was still sitting up in bed, so I hit the lights. I listened, waiting to hear Andrew lie down, and barely made out the figure of Andrew standing up instead, taking off his boxers, and sitting back down. I couldn't see, but I heard the fabric move. I got to my bed and said good night to Andrew, but he was quiet. Did he just strip down? Was it my imagination? I could hear David's music, and if Andrew was going to jerk, I sure as hell wasn't going to pass up the opportunity as well. I listened, I didn't hear him moving in bed. He wasn't going to wait from now until David was for sure asleep. I yanked on my shorts until they pulled down, and I made sure Andrew could hear. There was no way David could hear anything less than a full voiced conversation over his music, so I didn't worry about him hearing the commotion. I put my hand on my cock and stroked, big strokes and made sure it rubbed the sheets to make some noise. I wanted Andrew to hear, I suddenly went from being a voyeur trying to see them to an exhibitionist, hoping he's listen to me. I got into a good rhythm. Not too fast, enjoying my time. I could have shot right away, but I wanted to enjoy it for a while. My right hand sliding up and down my rod, my left hand feeling my chest and balls, rolling my balls around. My middle finger stroking around my ass. I wasn't sure if it was more fun enjoying the feeling my cock was giving me, or more fun thinking about Andrew listening to me. "Kris, are you doing it?" Andrew whispered. "You bet," I whispered back. "Sorry if I was too loud." I lied. I was too loud on purpose. "You sure it's okay, it doesn't bother you?" "Go for it," I whispered. I didn't stop stroking the whole time we talked. I almost wanted him to talk to me while I was jerking. My speed increased. David was still listening to music, so he was totally oblivious to what was going on. I tried my best to see Andrew, but the light in the room was almost non-existent. I heard his hand start to rub the sheet, slowly, but I heard the definite rhythm of his hand. Just 24 hours ago, he was stroking thinking no one was listening, and now I was encouraging him to jerk it, and jerking along with him. I was going crazy, my speed increased. I was flying. My mind totally on Andrew. Trying to picture him, imagining him. How long was that cock, what color and how many pubes, had he done things like this before? So many thoughts rushed through my mind. And then I crossed the point of no return. Usually, I'm a quiet cummer. I spurt a load and never make a noise, but tonight, I decided to be a little more vocal. I could feel it coming on, but in my excitement to stroke, I realized I didn't have a place to blow! No sock, no tissue, and I didn't want to sleep in it, so I did the only thing I could think of, I put my left hand over my head to catch the cum. It was a huge wave that swept over my body, from my cock through every other part. I moaned. Not loudly, just enough so that Andrew would hear. A hot spurt hit my hand. I kept stroking, another spurt, a third, then a fourth. Not a lot of cum, but thick, hot, sticky load was on my left palm. I let out another moan to signify that I was done. "You finish?" I heard Andrew whisper to me. "Uh-huh," I said. "Yeaaaaaa," Andrew sort of half said and half moaned. His speed increased. I brought my left hand up to my mouth. Andrew was thrashing around in bed, his hand flying over his rod. I loved listening to this. I took a deep breath in, smelling my handful of jizz. I brought it to my lips, tasted it with the tip of my tongue. Still warm. I licked my hand, gathering it all on my tongue, imagining it was Andrew's hot cum I was taking in. I savored the taste. Andrew had to be getting close, he was breathing through his nose, short shallow breaths. I rolled to my side to enjoy the rest of the sounds from the source of my current fantasies, when I realized something. David's music had stopped. I remember hearing it when I came, I remember hearing it just seconds ago, but it wasn't on now. Maybe it was between songs. "Ooohhhhhh" Andrew was there, he decided to be a little vocal as well tonight too. His strokes were out of rhythm, he had to be cumming. I heard about 20 more strokes before they stopped. Still no indication of what happened to his cum. I didn't hear anything wiping up, but his sheets weren't stained and his boxers weren't either. I had to find out, but that would be a question for him tomorrow. I heard him roll over as well, and he and I both drifted towards sleep. For the second night, I was going to sleep like a baby. ==========Comments========== This is my first exploration into writing. I got a lot of comments from the last chapter. I'd appreciate any comments on this one too, please. I have a lot of ideas but I'm not sure if anyone else would like to read them. If I should write a second and third part, please let me know. E-mail me, kris_the_writer@yahoo.com Thanks for reading!