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My Neighbor's Incest Part XIV

bistander

Come to the Front Door







Even though I had all but lost hope for their return, five minutes after my uncle's car had vanished out of view, I still stood by the road staring. Maybe they forgot something?

A late November breeze blew from the north, yet the sun still warmed my skin. A cool front or even a cold front in my part of Florida normally only called for a sweatshirt. I wore short sleeves and a pair of gray gym pants. The pleasant memory of my cousin Cindy warmed my soul beyond the sun's rays on my arms.

I expected I would have been deeply troubled or at least felt some remorse for what I had done with Cindy, but I could only find the joyful memory of our night together. The wonderful feelings of lying peacefully all night with a girl in my arms wouldn't allow me to find fault with it. I knew Cindy was my cousin, and that alone should have been taboo, but on top of that, I had cheated on my girlfriend. There should have been a double dose of guilt, yet there was none. My emotional state was more at ease than it had been for months. In a beautiful way, Cindy had filled a hole in my heart.

I knew I would miss her for a little while, but in a strange way that was alright because she was family. Cindy would always be family. In light of what should have been such a complicated thing, it was simple. Cindy had whirled me back to our childhood love and touched my heart with her genuine concern. It had been uncomplicated and peaceful. The way first love should be. Cindy had given me a second chance to follow my heart.

The deep reflection was interrupted by a volleyball. A split second before it struck my head, I threw an arm up and blocked it. I turned and saw Jasmine, wearing gray sweatpants like mine. Her neatly tied strings hung in front. I could see her belly button below the yellow shirt.

"Wow, I thought I was going to knock your head off,” Jasmine said. “Didn't you see me?" She quickly closed the distance between us with the ball back in her hands.

"Actually, I didn't until that ball almost KO'ed me. I don't see how I could have missed that shirt. It's as bright as the sun." My mocking voice lacked emotion.

"What's wrong with you?" Jasmine asked with genuine concern on her face. "You bummed because the weekend is almost over?" She suspended the ball between our bodies, pressing it against our stomachs.

I hadn't considered that there was only the rest of Saturday and Sunday before school started again. "No, I was just thinking about my cousin and how simple things used to be."

Jasmine's dimples formed and called attention to her infectious smile. Without any effort on my part, my lips curved up. "You mean before you met us?" Jasmine's eyes moved to the ball between us as she spoke.

I hadn't even considered the possible interpretation of my statement. The truth was, Jasmine's was right on, but not what I meant. I wasn't trying to blame anyone else for the path I had taken. It had been me who had shoved my cock in every hole that opened for it without considering my heart's desire.

"Jasmine, that's not what I was saying. Do you remember back when things were simple and fun?" As my words finished, I wanted them back.

Jasmine had been in this sexual whirlpool since she was a little kid. The ball dropped. Jasmine kicked the grass the way Susan would when she was uncomfortable. "I do, except it was a long time ago and probably not exactly like you're talking about. When we all lived together, me and Jesselyn were very close. We played dolls and did normal girl things." A giant teardrop splashed on the ball as Jasmine gasped. "That was before that dumb ass started teaching her things. He ruined all that was simple for us." Jasmine's hand wiped her face before she looked back up. She did a great job of holding back her feelings, yet her flushed cheeks foretold of the powerful tirade of emotions she wanted to unleash.

"Joe, speaking of simple times, you want to hit some balls with me?" Jasmine plastered on her normal beaming smile and picked up her ball.

"Sure, as long as they're not mine. Let's go around back. That way when I miss the ball, I don't have to chase it far." I did my best to ignore the obvious pain that had surfaced and determined I'd let Jasmine set the mood.

"So, Cindy is really special to you? Susan said she was in love with you when you were little." Jasmine started toward the backyard.

I wondered if there was ever going to be an end to my regret for leaving Susan and Cindy alone together? "Well, I guess. You know how kids are? It was nice to see her after such a long time. She's so different, yet exactly the same. She gave me some good advice, too." Is this the time to start following my heart, I wondered?

"Hmm, I do know how kids are. I wish I could have met her." Jasmine's somber tone made me wonder if she had been jealous or felt left out? I would have. My complicated life was back.

"I wish they could have stayed until tomorrow, and we could have all spent time together." I knew that wouldn't have been a good thing, but I wanted to steer away from Jasmine's hurt feelings.

Jasmine's expert volleyball skills showed up as soon as we started walking toward the backyard. She bounced the ball off her forearms as we walked. I followed, admiring her perfect figure. Even in plain, gray sweatpants, her ass mocked me. The girl had so much going for her, yet she didn't even have a boyfriend.

Jasmine popped the ball a little higher each time she hit it off her clenched fists. Her chest jiggled a bit each time the vibration ran up her arms. After about fifteen hits, she passed it high in my direction. I used my head to return it. Jasmine hustled to the ball and returned it with a two-handed over her head shot.

I got the hang of it and stopped playing soccer. We had a long volley back and forth without me missing any. Then, I screwed up again and hit it short. I started running to save the shot. At the last second, I saw Jasmine charging the ball, also. I hit the grass face first. Jasmine kicked me in the shoulder and fell on me.

Although I was glad I hadn't smashed heads with her, I thought my collar bone was broken and Jasmine's knee had probably ruptured one of my kidneys.

"I'm so sorry. You okay?" Jasmine spoke in my ear while I looked at the grass.

Her hand tenderly rubbed my back. I groaned and rolled over. Jasmine sat with her legs crossed, staring at me. I held my right shoulder with my left hand while my right arm lay limp across my body. Jasmine picked up my hand and slowly moved it to her lap. She held it with both hands and let her index finger circle my palm. An unfamiliar tender look showed up on Jasmine's face.

"Joe, I'm sorry you got hurt. I'm sorry about the other night. I should have never let you do what you did. I promise I didn't plan it. I wanted to stop you, but you." Jasmine stopped.

An electric current traveled from her circling fingertip to my toes. Her warm hands and sweet face made me want to stay there on my back forever. I knew where she was going with her apology, but it wasn't her fault. I had seized the opportunity to make love to her.

"Jasmine, I slept with Cindy last night." Her expression made me add, "I mean together, on the couch. We laid together all night on the couch. It felt good, simple. Now, she's gone and that's it, nothing complicated."

Jasmine's finger stopped, and her grip tightened. "I wish things could be that simple. I'm sorry I put you in that position with Susan. I should have never done it, but you always make me feel so different, special. I know you're in love with Susan." Her voice was strained as if she was holding back tears. "I have given myself away to so many people, but I don't do that anymore. Not since you, you know, what you did to me before Halloween."

I waited for more while Jasmine stared at my hand. She let it go and spun around on the grass, facing away from me. "I'm sick of you seeing me cry. I'm sorry, I'm, ah, I'm not simple. I'm screwed up."

While I contemplated my next move, I gazed at Jasmine's lower back. I had never noticed the smooth indentation at the very top of her butt. It was like a funnel to collect water running down her back and direct it through her crack. Every inch of the girl in front of me was beautiful, and I wanted to kiss her all over. Not for me, for her. I wanted to make her feel special, like the perfect creature I thought she was.

"Jasmine, I like to see you cry." I knew I had done it again. "I mean, I love you." Darn it, I did it again. "I wanna be there for you, even if you need to cry. I know enough about you to know that things aren't simple.” The sense that I was a babbling fool was heightened by the blank look on the back of her head. “Please turn around."

I didn't wait; I pulled my sore body up and knelt behind Jasmine, pushing my face over her shoulder and kissed her salty cheek. When she didn't respond, I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her to her feet. I turned her around and put my hands on her shoulders. "Jasmine, I'm prepared to make an inappropriate display of public affection, so you better come with me."

With my hands on her shoulders, I marched Jasmine behind the storage building at the end of the carport. It wasn't the most private place, but it was out of the view of the back windows of my house. I pushed the hair off Jasmine’s face. She still wouldn't look at me. "What I was trying to say before is I don't mind if you cry. It makes you real. You're not screwed up."

Jasmine finally gave me a staunch look. "Joe, I gave myself away when I was a little girl, to the lawn guy, who I never saw again. I never have that to give to anyone again. Nobody will ever get to be my first, my special love, like you and Susan had."

I grabbed Jasmine and held her close to me, playing her words over in my head while her sobs rumbled in my ear and her tears littered my shoulder. The girl who I thought should have everything going for her, was a broken vessel who envied her kid sister. I thought my heart had been leaking, but Jasmine's heart was gashed open like the Titanic. "You know it's not your fault you did that, don't you? Your dad should have never done what he did." I held her tight when I reached the end of my ability to help her with words.

"I’ve messed things up and I have no excuse. I spent the whole night holding my cousin in my arms, and this morning I realized how little I knew about love. I wanted to follow my heart, but I never thought you would love me, so I followed my head. I love Susan, too. I'm screwed up if anybody here is screwed up." I paused when I realized I was pouring my guts into Jasmine's ear, getting too close to saying something about her mother and me.

Jasmine pushed back. Mascara smeared around her eyes and down her cheeks. "Joe, I haven't slept with any guy since you and me. That's why I came outside before. Jeremy has been trying to fuck me since he got here, but I can't do it. I don't want anyone, unless they’re, um, well, you."

I couldn't believe my ears. The girl I wanted but didn't think I could have, wanted me all this time. What now? I was in love with Susan, too.

A car started, reminding me that my parents were going out. I listened for them to drive off, then I escorted Jasmine to the back door and into my room. We stood three feet apart. Our outstretched arms connected by our fingertips. The grass stains, and smeared make-up, and disheveled hair didn’t make the shell of a person before me any less beautiful. "I'm sorry I don't know any other way to show you how special you are to me."

I pulled the string on the front of her sweatpants. Jasmine’s pants slipped a few inches. I lifted the bottom of her shirt and her arms raised. After her shirt dropped to the floor, I reached around her back and fumbled with her bra. Jasmine reached between her breasts and unhooked it. I smiled appreciatively and carried it slowly down her arms. It fell to join the shirt. I slid my hands around her waist and downward. The sweats pushed past Jasmine’s hips. My heart raced like it was the first time all over again. I dropped my shirt and scanned from the pants stranded at Jasmine’s knees, up her thighs, stopping at the golden V-shaped patch of hair. The new growth seemed delicate.

The circles of pink flesh raised to a perfect cone on top of Jasmine’s grapefruit-sized breasts. I lowered my pants and stepped out of them. I knelt in front of her with my hands wrapped around her thighs. Slowly, my hands moved down her calves, pushing her pants toward the floor. When I reached her ankle, she lifted her foot. I worked the pants off her foot.

Before I could move, her other foot rose, tossing off the pants. I kissed the silky flesh just above Jasmine’s pubic hair. Moving to her belly button, I circled it with my tongue, and stood, inhaling the sweet and sour scents of that day. The smell of grass, sweat, and peach body wash would forever access this moment in time.

We wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our naked bodies together. Jasmine held me tighter than any girl ever had. The touch of her lips on my ear set my insides on fire. I thought I might break Jasmine as I squeezed her against me. The feelings I had for this broken girl crushed my chest and pushed me toward tears. We kissed, but all I wanted to do was hold Jasmine.

With a hand on each side of her face, I kissed Jasmine’s forehead and pushed her face into the crook of my neck. A tremor ran through me as I played Cindy's words in my head, “Follow your heart.”

Jasmine's hot tears hit my skin. I leaned back and watched them trickle down her cheeks. They were happy tears. I kissed below each eye and shared my salty lips with Jasmine. I turned her around in my arms. Jasmine’s breasts were warm on my forearms. She flipped her hair to one side and tilted her head forward. I kissed her ear, neck, and the top of her shoulder where a few of my tears landed. If I wasn’t careful I might crush the girl in my love.

Twenty minutes later, Jasmine and I were in the same position, except, we were on our sides under the covers. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by the power of my feelings. Whatever they were, they were beyond sexual desire. Jasmine forced her head around until we made eye contact. We kissed, and she spoke softly into my open mouth. "Joe, make love to me."

Jasmine rolled onto her back and adoringly looked up at me. I slipped between her inviting legs with my swelling flesh pressed between us. I felt at home. When I lifted up, Jasmine’s hand guided me into the heat at the center of her wet pussy. A billion pulses of pleasure raced up my dick as my flesh touched hers. A warm completeness settled in my heart as I pushed into her. Her beautiful eyes brightened. She bit her lower lip until my groin pressed against her crotch, then a satisfied smile settled on Jasmine’s face. She wrapped her legs around my ass and held me there. I laid still in the depths of her body, looking into the girl’s consuming eyes. At that moment, my every need seemed met.

We stared at each other and spoke at the same time, "I love you."

Our bodies stayed smashed together while my hips gently humped. Jasmine’s knees moved up my sides, rotating her pelvis as her need increased. Her fingers gripped my neck while her short panting breaths in my ear begged for more. I increased the speed and force of my pumping. She opened her legs further as her short breaths became moans of pleasure. Time and space ended, leaving only the need to be satisfied.

Jasmine's pleasure flooded around my thrusting dick. The speed and slippery ease of my penetration triggered me. I wanted to postpone the release that was rushing closer, yet knowing I was going to freely empty myself inside Jasmine kept me from fighting it.

When my perfectly timed forward thrust hit bottom, my seed shot into Jasmine. I arched, forcing my engorged cock as deep as it could go. I grunted while my groin jerked, pumping cum into the deepest reaches of Jasmine's body. The crushing force of her arms and legs made it hard to breathe.

As my mind came back, I stayed still on top of the delicate flesh below me. Sweat sealed our skin together as our orgasmic juices mixed and sealed our love. Jasmine rolled me over and laid on top of me. She pulled her knees up to my sides and tucked her face in the crook of my neck. When she finally looked at me, she said, "You did it again."

One of her tears collided with my face before she collapsed on top of me and straightened her legs. She slid to my side with a leg over my groin. I knew in my head everything was still complicated, even fucked up, but my heart didn't care. I wanted to fall asleep holding Jasmine and wake up with only Jasmine, no Susan, Jesselyn, Jeremy, Cindy, Mrs. Davis, or the baby in her belly. Maybe I could will us to a deserted island, then I’d never have to face the reality of the situation I had created while thinking with my dick?

I woke up to Jasmine's white face and bulging eyes. "Did you hear that?"

I didn't know what she meant, but her tit resting on my chest and her silky thigh on my cock was a wonderful way to be woken up. "What do you mean?"

"Joe, when are your parents coming home?" Jasmine's words and facial expression reminded me that I wasn't a castaway living happily ever after with a beautiful girl.

"Shit, get dressed." I put my clothes on while admiring the womanly figure as she dressed. "Calm down, Jasmine. I'm getting pretty good at this sort of thing. You have to cry."

Jasmine looked confused. "Just look upset and not terrified. Be polite, but act hurried. Say you have to go and look upset. I’ll handle the rest."

I led Jasmine to the front of the house. She said, “Goodbye,” and I shoved her out the door.

"Mom, you are really going to have to teach me something about girls. I don't understand how they expect me to help them with their boy problems. I'm clueless."

My mother looked cautiously, trying to figure out if I was going to be upset like last time. "Maybe you should ask your father?"

"No, not me,” my father said. “I've been married sixteen years, and I still don't have a clue." My dad chuckled.

My mother launched a dish towel at him. "Seventeen years."

It had gone better than I could have hoped for with my parents. Now, I was vacuuming the living room for my mother. It was the perfect brainless exercise to do while pleasant feelings soared in my heart. In my mind, I wanted to choose which girl I loved more and figure out how to break up with the other, but as I pushed the Hoover around the room, I denied my brain the satisfaction of trying to solve the impossible.

The truth was, there was no way I could pick between Jasmine and Susan, or even say what would happen over Christmas break with Cindy. My heart had given me a new freedom. My head had been demanding everything make sense and my dick just wanted to fill every hole in front of it. My love for all the girls in my life made me feel warm and happy. I could love them all and figure out who to have sex with when the time came. I've finally got this thing figured out. A confident smile prevailed and the memory of holding Jasmine so tight made my heart pound.

After I put the vacuum away, my mother called me. "Joe, your patient must need another therapy session. Call her back as soon as you can. She wants you to come over for dinner."

My mother had upped the level of transparency in her tone lately. She used to be easier to read, but since her talk with Mrs. Davis, she seemed like she was holding back some understanding she had, or maybe didn't have, but wanted to get. "Did she sound upset?"

My careful question was more to find out what my mother thought than to find out what Jasmine's frame of mind was. "No, she sounded fine, I was just joking. Remember, don't worry if she seems crazy at times, she will get all that worked out in time. She is a girl, you know."

I hated it when my mother outsmarted me. She had implied all kinds of knowledge that I didn't expect she had. Now I had to figure out what she knew and didn't know before I could talk to her again about the girls in my life. "Mom, isn't it amazing how much Cindy has grown up? She's really hot, you know, in a cousin sort of way."

That would give my mom something to think about, and it would hopefully keep her from doing any kind of figuring about my love life for a while. I headed for the phone before my mother had a chance to process my statement.

"Hi, you rang?" I was smiling uncontrollably at the sound of Jasmine's voice.

It took you long enough.”

"I know, but I was doing my domestic duties, so I couldn't call back right away."

Can you come over?” Jasmine asked. “Soon?”

"Sure, I'll be over in a minute.”

Great, but make sure you come to the front door,” Jasmine said. “Don’t forget, front door.”

Okay. Give me a minute.” I wanted to tell Jasmine I loved her before hanging up, but I saved it. The front door urgency made me uneasy.

Before I could ring the bell, the door opened and Jasmine stepped out and closed it behind her. She was completely cleaned up. Her hair and makeup were perfect. Her breasts were free in a flimsy button-up shirt. The cool evening air sent her tremendous nipples up like the hair on a scared cat. The buttons on her blouse were being tested.

The powerful atmosphere of our love immediately seized me. I wanted to hesitate in case it was only me feeling it, but simultaneously, we hugged without any restraint. In the middle of our embrace, I felt a shiver run through Jasmine's body. I pulled back and looked to see if I could read her.

"Joe, Susan told me that she told you about our parents. I knew you were special, but I had no idea how special until now. I can't believe you didn't even mention it or ask me any questions today. You just loved me. I wish I had figured my feelings out before you and Susan." Jasmine looked pained like we were breaking up. We're not going out, so she can't dump me yet.

Jasmine drew in a deep breath. "My family is crazy. Even more than you know, but I don't want to be, I don't want that to stop our love. I mean, well I can't explain it now. Just trust me, and let me lead the way. I can't come between you and Susan, but I can't let you go either."

I tried to piece together Jasmine's fragmented thoughts so I would know what to say or do next. Even though my heart was in charge things still weren't easy. I was still in the middle of lunatic central.

"Jasmine, I have loved you and Susan both for longer than I knew, but you never knew, so what we had was separate and secret. Now, I don't know what to do. It hurts here,” I pointed to my heart, “when I think about it."

"I’ve known longer than you, but I couldn't trust myself with your love before." Jasmine hugged me and kissed me passionately. A fire raged between us within seconds of her tongue slipping between my lips. My hands easily slipped inside the back of her loose pants and found her glorious round butt wrapped in nothing but skin. It was just like the days when I would kiss Susan behind my mother's back, and we would instantly be ablaze. I lifted Jasmine, and her legs circling my waist reminded me of Jesselyn and Mr. Davis. My old friend, lust, acted like Novocaine for my aching heart.

"Trust me, everything is going to work out. I love you and I love Susan, too” Jasmine said. “I promise it will all turn out fine. Come on, let's go inside." Jasmine let her legs unwrap from my body and her amazing blue eyes took control of my will. I'd do anything for her right now.

She turned around without releasing my hand, opened the door, and led me like a puppy on a leash into the foyer. I glanced at all the pictures on the wall like I had that day Jasmine's mother had unraveled my teenage life. That day, I had only focused on the pictures of Jasmine and Susan, but suddenly the family picture with Mr. and Mrs. Davis, Aunt Jane, and four kids made sense. Susan was the baby in Jane's arms. Jasmine is right, I thought, I just need to trust her that things will work out.

The range of emotions that hit me when I saw Jesselyn, Jeremy, and Susan was bewildering. A rush of excitement zipped through my groin while a green streak of envy collided with jealousy. I knew in my head that I had no right to be upset after everything I had done. Even that very day I had made love to Susan's sister, what right would I have to expect her to be true to me?

I looked over Jasmine's shoulder as she stood behind the high-backed couch in front of us. Her sister and cousins were across the room on the other matching parallel couch. Jesselyn was under Susan's slumping body, holding her head as she fed her one of her perky breasts and kissed her forehead. Jeremy was on the floor with his face between Susan's legs, eating what I wanted to consider mine.

My hands gripped each side of Jasmine's waist as I tried to reconcile with myself. A magic feeling tingled in my fingers and up my arms at the feel of the smooth skin above her hips. I stepped forward until our bodies pressed together, which provided more comfort for my soul. My hands eased around and caressed Jasmine's stomach, which provided a warm peace. Jasmine glanced over her shoulder with an affectionate look that told me she felt it too.

The sound of Susan's familiar moans caused by the tongue of someone else stirred the pot of conflict again, but my groin pressed against the firm ass of my other lover soothed the swells. My right index finger traced circles around Jasmine's belly while my left hand pushed inside the top edge of her pants. I smiled at the feeling of Jasmine's fresh shave. My fingers slipped up the bold hill of her pubic mound without encountering one prick. A hot spark went off as my finger tripped over the tiny groove at the edge of her slit. My hand turned the sharp curve and tucked underneath her body. Both my arms responded to my passion and pulled tight. Jasmine's lips released a pleasant sigh and her feet moved further apart.

The hot moisture greeting my middle finger as it opened her flaps caused my brain to remember that first time with Susan in my attic. How ironic was it that six months later I stood holding Jasmine's bald pussy while watching Susan? With my face buried in the pile of freshly washed hair hanging over Jasmine's shoulder, I inhaled deeply. Jasmine's smell consoled me, and I felt like everything might somehow be alright.

The top half of Susan's body was leaning back between Jesselyn's legs. The back of her head was pressed between Jesselyn's tits. Jesselyn's hands held each of Susan's bent legs behind her knees, pulling them up and apart for Jeremy's thrashing mouth. I swallowed hard as he devoured my girlfriend's tiny pussy.

Susan's eyes snapped open after several powerful orgasms, and she seemed to notice me for the first time. She had seen me several times before that, but for the first time, we locked eyes. Both our faces shared a confused expression, yet not a concerned look. Finally, after a few seconds, Susan's biggest, I love you smile spread across her face. I hadn't understood most of the things that had happened for the last six months, so her expression was just one more for the list.

I was content holding Jasmine tight, and she seemed to feel the same, breathing softly while rubbing her ass against me. My finger was barely inside the two warm slices of pussy meat. I could feel her fluids flowing generously as she watched her sister’s body thrash against Jeremy's face.

Jesselyn's hands released Susan's legs and softly stroked the inside of her thighs, causing them to fall wide open. Jeremy knelt next to the couch with his giant tool standing tall. He touched himself, stroking the length of his swollen dick as he watched his sister and cousin.

Air rushed from Susan's mouth as Jesselyn's hands found the very top of her thighs and her mound. Jesselyn massaged downward over the high bulge of fine pubic hair. The heel of her hand pressed in hard above the hairline and eased up as it reached the top of Susan's slit. Susan's head started turning side to side and her breaths quickened. Fast, short gasps of air raced through her lips as her cousin's fingers tweaked her tormented clit.

Gently, Jesselyn's finger moved around the engorged nub at the top of Susan's open pussy lips. Every few seconds a deliberate flick would attack the sensitive flesh, causing a jerk in Susan's stomach and legs. Jasmine's legs opened wider and her hand gripped my hand. She drew in a deep breath and squeezed my finger, forcing it further into her hot flesh. Susan's eyes responded to her sister's gasp and a telling smirk found her lips.

It was exciting to see, but in the same way watching Susan jerk me off had been. I wanted to get off, but I felt like I should have been more involved. My other hand gripped Jasmine's on her pubic mound and my hips jerked forward.

Susan's hole spread open before my eyes made my mouth water. The faster Jesselyn's finger twirled around her pink flesh the more juice made its way down to Susan's ass crack. Jesselyn spoke softly in Susan's ear while pinching her cherry red nipple with her other hand. Susan's eyes opened wide at whatever words Jesselyn spoke. At the same time, Jesselyn's finger slipped deep inside Susan's drenched hole.

Jeremy's bulbous cock head captured the excessive fluid deep between Susan's butt cheeks as he forced it up toward her pussy. My breathing stopped and I jerked my hand free from Jasmine's pants at the sight of him about to impale Susan's body. Jasmine grabbed my hand and motioned with her calm face for me to be still. She tranquilized me with her searing eyes as she drew my hand to her mouth. My soaking wet finger touched her lips. I took a breath as she sucked it in. Her tongue circled it while her teeth held it at the back of her mouth. I moaned when the tip of her tongue caressed the soft skin between the two neighboring fingers.

We looked at Susan as Jasmine extracted my shiny finger in the most sexual way. Jeremy's dick was pressing against the pink opening to Susan's soul. Nobody else has ever been in there, except me.

Jasmine whispered, "Don't worry, it's not going to hurt her." Her look comforted me momentarily.

Susan's eyes were locked between her legs while Jesselyn gently caressed her body like she was comforting her before a painful procedure, or like a midwife. My thoughts were disrupted by Susan's piercing eyes. Jeremy's fat prick punched through the tight resistance, and I gasped in Jasmine's ear. Susan looked up into Jesselyn's eyes and her hands reached over her head and wrapped around her cousin's neck. Susan pulled Jesselyn's face to hers, and they shared an upside-down kiss. Susan's smile in my direction turned to a slight grimace when Jeremy's pussy wrecker bottomed out inside her hole.

Jasmine reached behind her back and her multi-purpose fingers made quick work of my button and zipper. My dick was like a steel rod as it stood against my belly. With a thumb tucked in at each hip, I pushed Jasmine's pants toward the floor. When they slipped past her shapely hips I left them there. I stepped forward until my dick nestled between Jasmine's round ass cheeks.

Jeremy's hips slowly moved in and out. Each time his pole pulled out of Susan, it shined even more with her fluid. Jesselyn turned each of Susan's nipple sacks forcefully between her fingers while she looked mesmerized at her brother's thrusting cock. Susan's legs were wrapped around her cousin's body. Her ankles crossed, her heels dug in between Jeremy's ass cheeks as she helped him do her even harder.

Jeremy wrapped his hands around Susan’s waist. He pulled her body toward his hips as he shoved them forward. Susan's hands reached for him, grabbing his neck as she rotated her hips upward. "Yes, do me, Jeremy, make me scream."

Susan’s demanding aggression surprised and excited me. I wondered if I ever really knew what it looked like when I fucked her? Or, if I had ever really fucked her? My teeth took hold of Jasmine's ear as my hand pulled the front of her shirt open. Several buttons flew. Susan's depraved act of incest aroused something unpleasant in my soul. I wrapped both my arms around Jasmine under her breasts. "Help me." I squeezed her tight, not even knowing what I meant.

Jeremy's cock plowed faster and faster into Susan's amazing hole. The opening that seemed too small earlier now appeared totally adequate for her cousin's powerful, thrusting flesh. Susan's moans increased as she grabbed at Jeremy's neck and shoulders. Her legs jerked in rhythm against his ass like she was trying to pull herself into his body. I had never seen such vulgar body language from her. She seemed hungry for every painful inch of Jeremy's dick.

When Jeremy suddenly stopped, I kissed Jasmine's neck and tightened my grip to express my affection for her. "Who is going to wash the couch?"

Jasmine turned back from the growing wet spot on the edge of the cushion. "Not me, not this time." She smiled and kissed me on the lips.

After a quick repositioning, only Susan's head was propped up against the back of the couch. Her whole lower back and ass were off the couch and supported by Jeremy's hands. Her feet were over his shoulders. Jesselyn sat next to her, watching as he reentered Susan’s body. After a few long thrusts, Jeremy's fucking became almost a violent assault on his young cousin's pussy. He grunted and shoved every inch deep inside Susan's gushing hole.

The wet slapping sound seemed to thrill Jasmine. She reached behind her head and grabbed my hair. She pulled my head around to meet her lips. Our eyes watched her sister while our tongues battled. She held mine with her teeth.

When she released my tongue, she spoke softly, "You want to cum on my back?" Jasmine's smirk immediately tipped me off to her detailed knowledge of what happened in my attic with Susan.

"Smartass." I couldn't help wonder how much the two girls had shared. It appeared they had no secrets, which troubled me.

Jeremy's grunts increased as did the volume of Susan's moans. Slap, slap, slap his groin pounded her tiny body, shaking it from head to toe. I could see Susan's eyes rolling back in her head as an orgasm rocked her body.

"Get ready, get ready." Jeremy's words set Jesselyn in motion. She moved her head down closer to her brother. His steady speed made it clear he was ready to empty his balls. I just hoped he didn't do it inside my girlfriend. Is she my girlfriend? I glanced over at Jasmine's perfect face as it glistened with sweat, and asked myself the same question again.

Jeremy stood up and dropped Susan's trembling body. Jesselyn's face quickly moved to his pussy juice covered rod. Like a perfectly timed mission, Jeremy's balls exploded as Jesselyn's mouth opened. I saw a stream of white fluid blast into the opening then her mouth covered the top of his shooting cock. He took her head and forced it further onto his pulsing dick. Jesselyn eagerly gulped down every drop of her brother's sperm as his hips jerked toward her face.

Susan's limp body slid off onto the floor while Jesselyn finished drinking everything she could suck from her brother. Jasmine exhaled an exhausted breath and leaned onto the back of the couch in front of us. She reached behind her to pull up her pants, but I slipped my hands over her two half-moons and lovingly rolled them in my palms. I smiled wildly at the potential then helped her cover one of her great assets.

Jasmine's fingers exhibited the same care when she traced my pained cock from my balls to the tip. She beamed with a foretelling sparkle in her eyes, tugged my pants up, and zipped them. "We have plenty of time to deal with that later."

I gulped at the thought, but more so at the sudden realization that love was building between us. She really did love me.

Jeremy collapsing to the couch drew my attention away from the overwhelming presence in front of me. Jesselyn huddled up next to him, her toes gently rubbed Susan's nearby legs. My focus shifted to my young girlfriend laying spent on the floor. I took hold of Jasmine's hand as I tried to comprehend all the strange emotions that attacked me.

What is happening? My thoughts snatched control back from my heart with a vengeance. A few days before I was jealous of the thought of something that happened before Susan was even my girlfriend. I didn't even want to leave her alone with Jeremy. Jasmine was an unattainable goddess who I secretly cheated with. Yet, now here I was, holding Jasmine’s hand in front of her sister, my girlfriend, who had just been used as Jeremy's fuck doll. What do I do now?

Somehow, Jasmine's super intuitive powers perceived my predicament. "Let’s help her up," she said and led me over to Susan's limp body. A smile cautiously emerged from her distant face. I pulled her up. It was like a lost friendship was being restored as each inch of distance was closed. Susan kissed my cheek and flung herself onto the other couch. I covered her naked body with a throw and sat next to her, feeling as if I needed to protect her. She was more like my little sister than a girlfriend at that moment.

Jasmine sat on the other side of me and pulled the cover over her middle section, also. The three of us sat packed together looking across at Jesselyn and Jeremy. Jesselyn looked so sweet and innocent, and beautiful, but the only thing I could think of was Jesselyn bent over the picnic table with Mr. Davis forcefully shoving his dick in her.

My right hand rested on Susan's thigh. She held it, and Jasmine grabbed the other one and held it on her lap. I wasn't sure how Susan and Jasmine could seem so comfortable when I was upside down with questions about what to do next.

"What happened to Stacy today?" My voice trembled even though I tried to force a casual question to break my discomfort.

"Oh, that hoe stood me up. Ever since she found dick, she doesn't have time for me." Jasmine's giggle revealed the less than halfheartedness of her comments.

I gave Susan's hand a squeeze to remind her of the conversation we had about Stacy. Susan turned her head and kissed my neck right below my ear at the exact same time Jasmine's lips found the same placement on the other side. Their lips sent a shiver down to my gut. Then with what seemed like twin’s telepathy, they each whispered in my ear, "Stacy can't have mine." Their hands met in the middle over my crotch.