Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2010 08:22:32 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Cousins with Benefits, Part Two" by Jay Roberts     Bi Sex Incest

I put on the clothes that Brad had left for me.  I never in all
my born days had anythin' as fancy.  The pants were part wool and
silk and flops 'round my legs in a sexy way.  The blue shirt was
elegant with little buttons on the bottom of the collar that my
big fingers could seem to button.  I left them unbuttoned.  The
tie I couldn't do. I figured I'd ask one of my cousins to help.
But the jacket made me look lak a real movie star.  I swaggered
down the long staircase, stopping to see myself in the mirror as
I passed.

I could here talkin' and when I reached the entry hall, Harry,
the driver and I guess a lot more, saw me and told me that they
were gathered in the study for drinks. I saw he was dressed with
a tail coat and bow tie.  I was really among the swells.

There they were, dad, brother and sister gathered near the
fireplace, Dad standing and the kids on the couch.  The two males
were dressed in a dark suit with satin lapels and a black bow
tie.  Mona was in a black dress with jewels sewn on it.  It was
real short and I could almost see her female organ.

They greeted me.  I immediately said, "I guess thought I was real
dressed up, but I am a few notches lower than the rest.  I'm
sorry."

Uncle Amos came over and grabbed my shoulder, hard, "Nephew, you
look good enough to eat."

I think he was a little drunk.  There were pitchers of drinks and
glasses on the table.  Brad called out.  "How about one of those
cocktails you like so much."

"No sir, they's too strong fer me.  You got some plain whiskey?"

Harry came by as I wuz sayin' that and he put two ice cubes in a
low squatty glass and poured in some whiskey.  I took a long
swallow and called out, "This here is smooth as a curried horse's
rump."

They all laughed happily at my compliment.

An older, fat lady came to the door of the parlor they called a
study and said in a loud voice, "Dinner is ready."

Mona took my arm and led me into the dining room, Brad took his
father's arm to steady him and we all marched ahead.

Oh that table!  I wuz beautiful.  The lighting fixture wuz lak
one big diamond, sparkling away.  And if that wasn't enough
light, they wuz candles on the table.  And the dishes, so pretty
with gold edging and stuff.  I hoped the food was good.

I didn't have to worry 'bout that.  Harry, who seemed to help
with the serving, carried a large bowl, big as a wash bowl that
had soup in it.  The soup wuz thick, but real good.  I guess I
made too much noise suckin' it up and I tol' everybody that I wuz
sorry.  Then a platter with a big roast on it, and that wuz just
the start.  'Tators, vegetables, and lots more came out of the
kitchen.

Uncle Amos got up to carve the roast but he fell back on his
chair saying, "How about Dwight doing the honors."

"Well sure," I said. "I've butchered hogs and such and kin handle
carving."

I took the knife and test the edge with my thumb.  "It's a little
dull, but the meat looks tender."

I went on slicing the meat real thin, showing off my skills.  I
got a thanks with the rest clapping their hands when I finished.

As the meal went on, Harry kept bring out different wines and
when I finished my glass, he would fill it again.  By the time we
had our desert, that was ice cream with fancy topping, I was
drunk as Uncle.

Brad seemed to find it fun that I was in that state and he
announced that coffee would be served in the study.  Mona helped
me git to a couch and Brad helped his dad.

"Brandy with your coffee, sir," Harry asked in my ear.

"No sirree, no alcohol stuff only coffee."

But two cups of coffee and I was half sober again.  But I was
gettin' sleepy and excused myself to go to bed.

I undressed and slipped into the sheets naked, the way I usual
sleep.  I jes slipped down into sleep without hardly a second
passed.  But after a few hours, I felt a body nestling into mine
as I lay on my side.

It feel nice.  I reached out my hand and felt that body.  Oh my,
it was soft and smooth.  I figured it was Mona.  The person kept
pushin' its rump into my middle and surely musta felt my stiff
sexual organ prodding it.

Then a mellow, thick voice said, "Cousin, fuck my ass, please."

Oh my oh my, it was handsome cousin Brad wantin' to be corn
holed.  Now I have had a bit of experience with that, yes, my
young neighbor I tol' you about.  So I jes moved up close, and he
just wiggled until I was knocking at the door of his rear passage
and suddenly, he pushed back and I was partly in.  I'm kinda
thick in the penis and he let out of sound of pain.  I kissed his
back soothingly and tol' him that my 'perience has shown that the
pain goes away.

He spoke angry, "Shut up country boy, it feels good, push more in
and get to work fucking me royally."

I don't hafta have a long explanation.  I shoved forward and
pushed my big prick down his hot passage.  Now he really let out
a whoop of surprise and maybe pain. I had a hankerin', maybe not
so polite, of mastering this fancy, prideful boy.  I began a fast
in and out and soon he was bawlin' lak a new calf.

I stopped and pulled out.  He looked at me with sad eyes, "What's
wrong?  You were giving me the best fuck I ever had.  My cock was
just about to brim over."

"Nothin' sweet cousin Brad, I jes want to turn you over so I kin
see yur handsome face and maybe kiss you a bit."

He turned over.  I lifted his smooth legs and told him to hold on
to them.  He hole was there.  It looked big from the fuckin' I
slid in and he whooped again.  After about fifteen minutes of
steady fuckin' his face began to crunch together and he said that
he was almost ready to cream.

I had held myself back waiting fer that announcement.  "Go to it
sweet cousin, I want to see the family cream on yur muscular
chest."

Soon the rim of his hole began to open and close on my prick.  It
was like gettin' wanked.  I left this Earth 'bout that time and
began hosing his inards.  The two of us were catawalling
something awful as we shot and shot.

When we finally quieted down, he asked, "You want to scarf some
of this up?"

"Why sure.  I bet it tastes jes lak mine."

I let my big tongue outta my mouth and leaned down and got all of
his cream cleaned up like a big ol' cat.  He started moanin'
again.  "Oh Dwight, you are so hot."

Well he got out of the bed and put on a silk robe he had left on
the chair and was gone.  Before the door closed, I was asleep
again.  There is nothin' better than a good fuck to git you to
sleep.

End of Chapter