Sandy Stephan: Sister's incest secrets

She held on to the raft and the whiteness of her tits showed clearly through the water. The rest of her was nut brown. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she took hold of the side of the raft and lifted herself on top of it. Stark naked, but so sure of herself, she pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, inclining her face towards the sun and falling silent. Bob and I were left treading water, with no choice but to look up at her hairy twat with unabashed admiration.

Her cunt was truly a woman's. Elaine's had been cute, pursed lips as smooth as silk, a little gem. And mine wasn't all that different. But Aunt Liz had a real box with reddish fat labia pressed hard together, and a pelt of hair growing luxuriously down either side of her slit. I knew I ought to be jealous… but my experiences with girls had prepared me more than adequately for women. Bob's face was just inches from her big cunt and I couldn't blame him. I wasn't much further away. And Aunt Liz sat there like the reigning monarch, the queen bee herself, sunning her face sure in the knowledge that nature was taking its course with us.

Bob and I reached out at the same time, hesitated, then let a timid finger trace the outline of her box. She didn't move. My finger ran down the thick slit, pushing a little to get right between the full lips, and that got to her. She parted her legs a little and looked down with pleasure, at the same revealing the bounty of her tits to us. Her approval was all we needed to go ahead. Bob and I struggled to go down on her first. He won. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted himself out of the water far enough to bury his face into her hirsute maw. That left me with little to do. Impulsively I let go of the raft and sank down under the surface of the water till my face was level with Bob's cock. As expected it was very hard. Whoever thought that cold water was an antidote against erections had never been swimming in the nude. I pressed a kiss on his glans and surfaced. He gave me the thumbs-up sign to let me know he appreciated my gesture but he wouldn't take his face out from between her solid thighs.

“Come here, baby,” said Aunt Liz softly, motioning me to come up and join her on the raft. I scrambled out of the water and sat down beside her. She reached down at once and titillated my pussy with a lone finger, just caressing me in all the parts where I was sensitive. Her accuracy was remarkable. I spread my legs for her and eyed her breasts with anticipation. They were easily the biggest tits I'd ever seen and they brought something out in me that I hadn't been aware of. Those big tits, so full and generous, made me want to be weaned all over again, just for a day. They looked so comforting, so inviting, a fleshy haven where I'd be sure to find peace for a moment or so.

I sank down between her orbs face first, and she increased her stimulation of my box accordingly. Just as I had anticipated, her soft billowing flesh engulfed me in a dazzle of sensuality, making me at once horny and happy. From below I heard the wet sounds of Bob sucking at Aunt Liz's cunt. And her finger kept stirring my emotions up relentlessly, building up the pitch gradually, and all I could do about it was to suck at her big nipples harder and harder, sucking till it sounded like the smacking of a baby. That seemed to delight her all the more. She caressed my head and back, fingered me all the more ferociously, and opened her legs even wider to Bob.

Bob suddenly rose out of the water and lay with his face on Aunt Liz's thighs, eating her out greedily. His erect cock moved my way, and before I knew what was happening Aunt Liz had his cock in hand and steered it towards my wet little cunt. I grabbed hold of her big tits with both hands, unable to conceal my excitement, and let her have her way with us. Again his knob touched down on my entrance, and this time there was no hurry. We were alone on this sun-drenched raft, afloat in a huge lake surrounded by forest. Bird calls echoed through the trees, the occasional splash of a fish or the slosh of water as our raft hit a swell the wrong way disturbed the perfect silence but only in such a way as to complement it. The three of us were locked in a chain of passion, concatenated by lust, with Bob's long, solid cock riding into my opening pussy, while he continued to eat Aunt Liz out with all the finesse of a trench digger and I sucked at her tits with the despair borne out of the preamble of my satisfaction.

Aunt Liz rested on her elbows, leaning back and watching us both with a well-pleased smile. She seemed anything but surprised. In fact the whole situation had come about so quickly and so smoothly that I couldn't help but suspect it had been prearranged without my knowledge. But who would have dared? Not Bob, certainly not me-and Mum was just beyond suspicion. No, it must have been the vibes or the weather or circumstances. Whatever it was, it had happened for the best.

Her nipple gratified the most secret of my desires. I snuggled up to her and licked and bit and suckled to my heart's content, at the same time making very sure that Bob had all the access to my cunt he needed. The rough wooden surface of the raft caused me pain and it couldn't have been comfortable for the other two either, but we kept going. Bob's face was buried in Aunt Liz's wide-open cunt and he was slobbering inside her as if he wanted to suck her vitals out. And his cock kept delivering, moving in and out of my clamoring cunt smooth as a piston. Eventually I had to let go of the succulent nipple-it was all I could do to lie there and take what Bob was dealing out!

This was the culmination moment for me, the one I'd been waiting for all year. To have his thick cock coursing in and out of my pussy, to have the leisure to enjoy it, it seemed sinfully luxurious to me. I clung to Aunt Liz's broad bosom, muffling my cries in her flesh. Bob just kept on shafting. I looked around to see what he was doing and found he'd taken a breather from her big cunt and was just looking at it while fucking me. That wasn't altogether my bag but I accepted it for what it was. Besides, recalling her majestic cunt in vivid detail it gave me a little charge too, as if seeing it again through Bob's eyes. And if it took her box to make him fuck this way I felt I could overlook it.

He had me in the straights now, plowing relentlessly and pushing me along the tortuous path to my climax. I felt suspended outside of my body, watching myself writhe and clutch at Aunt Liz, small wild cries caroling out of my open mouth, my hips pumping back into his battering ram of a cock. Silly, disconnected words tumbled out of me directed at both of them. I wanted to tell them how happy they made me, how dearly I loved everything about them, but my mind was twirling like a top. They must have understood. Aunt Liz caressed my tits and pinched my nipples just right and Bob fingered my clitoris as he fucked me, and I just couldn't withstand that total barrage any longer. With a loud whooping sound I let myself explode, falling backwards, tumbling, crying and laughing, until the last vestige of my pleasure ebbed away and left me feeling plain contented.

But Bob still had his erection. He saw that I'd had enough for the time being so he got on top of Aunt Liz. She reclined at once, only too anxious to make him feel at home. His cock slipped into her mighty maw and his loins took up the regular, pounding motion again, only this time he was dealing with a woman on the grand scale. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him tackling this veteran of a hundred beds. He looked for all the world like a randy fisherman assaulting a whale. But Aunt Liz had gained more than just memories from her past. She knew how to make the most of every stimulation, knew how to adjust her body to get Bob to fuck her more effectively; and besides that she was hypersensitive, having been worn down to raw nerves by past lovers.