Dave Nichols - My Cousin Kristie

Virgin Territory

Kristie and I recently participated in an event that I just have to write about. A few months ago I received a letter from a family in Tennessee who had been following my stories and how I had developed this relationship with my cousin Kristie. It turned out that this family was very much into incestuous relationships and wanted to correspond with someone who understood the sort of family loving they enjoyed.

When they invited us to attend one of their family gatherings, Kristie and I got in the car and drove. We went through the Great Smoky Mountains and about a half hour from Gatlinburg was where we met the "Jones" family. The Jones farm is composed of 200 acres of pasture, fields, forested mountainside and a few clear mountain stream. The main house is a huge Victorian-style structure with two huge old oak trees in the front yard. Jake Jones had explained that the annual party we were attending was a combination family reunion and a rite of passage. This year, three family members, two girls and one boy, had turned eighteen and would be welcomed into the sexual fun the family enjoyed.

Kristie was excited and antsy for most of the trip. Her nipples poked her t-shirt and she rubbed her horny crotch through her shorts. I was half-hard and had to refuse Kristie's offer of a blowjob at one of the scenic overlooks because I didn't want to risk blowing my load and missing anything that weekend. I mean, I love Kristie but I can always get a blowjob from her; this was a once-a-year event and I wanted to save all my energy.

It's a good thing I waited.

The driveway to the main house was about a mile long and when we arrived there were a dozen vehicles with license tags from all over the country. Jake came out of the house to greet us. Jake is 46, tall, rugged and with a shock of prematurely-gray hair. He was dressed casually and he was accompanied by two attractive women he introduced as his daughters, Jeanne and Martha. Both were in their early to mid-twenties and both wore loose dresses ("Easier to get out of," Martha told us later.)

Jake was friendly and made us feel welcomed and relaxed. Jeanne whispered in his ear. Jake smiled. "Jeanne likes bald heads, Dave. She want to hold your head between her thighs!" Jeanne grinned at me. I felt a bit embarrassed by the boldness. However, my cock was stiffening in my jeans. Kristie rubbed the front of my jeans. "He's a great pussy eater, Jeanne," she said. "And so am I. I hope I can get a taste while we're here."

"Hot damn!" Jake laughed. "Honey, show Kristie that honeypot of yours. You, too, Martha!" Both young women immediately lifted their dresses to reveal their unpantied lower bodies. Their pubic triangles were neatly trimmed and their lips were visible. Martha had an extremely large clitoris which jutted out. Kristie reached out with both hands and cupped both pussies, wiggling a finger between the lips and making the sisters groan.

Jake laughed again. "Kristie, you'd best wait until we get inside or you'll start an orgy right here!"

All three women, Kristie, Martha and Jeanne, looked at Jake and simultaneously said, "An orgy sounds good." We all laughed then and then made our way onto the big porch and into the house. Inside, it reminded me of the many country homes I'd been inside, including my grandmother's. However, my grandmother was never, to my knowledge anyway, caught sitting fully clothed on an ottoman sucking on the stiff cock of a guy young enough to be her grandson. That's what we saw when we entered the living room. Jake confirmed that the silver-haired woman was his 68-year-old aunt and the cock she was sucking belonged to her grandson.

"Rob just loves his granny's gum jobs," Jake said. I saw her false teeth lying on the coffee table and we watched as Rob gave way to the pleasure and let his spunk shoot into his grandmother's hungry mouth. She swallowed his offering without letting a drop escape her lips. After she let his softened cock slip from her mouth, she replaced her teeth and came over to greet Kristie and me.

"Girls, why don't you give our company here a real Tennessee howdy do while I go back to the kitchen to help with supper?" Well, their idea of a Tennessee welcome is to strip the guests and give them a tongue bathe. In no time, Martha and Jeanne were joined by a half-dozen other women, sisters, mothers, all related and all eager to meet, greet and eat the visitors. I watched as one woman I later learned was Jake's sister, got between Kristie's legs and devoured my cousin's sweet cunt, much to Kristie's delight.

I got my share of the oralism as well. The girls all loved my cock, or "that big wanger," as one called it, and it received plenty of lip service and tongue lashings, I assure you. Glenda, a 40-ish red-head, with a million freckles and huge, pillowy tits, got her tongue deep in my asshole and let that muscle squirm away in my steamy rear passage. I finally spewed my pent-up load and it was thirstily shared by most of the women. Jake's sister was sucking Kristie to a screaming orgasm and didn't get any, though.

I asked where the men in the family were. Jake was probing his niece's asshole with his cock when I asked. "They're out in the woods huntin' or fishin' down to the trout stream," Jake said. "Never could figure why a man would want to shoot a rifle when he could shoot his wad or why he'd want to mess with a fishin' pole when there's women around who want to play with his pole. But that's okay. Just means we got our pick of pussy and tits."

"And ass, Uncle Jake," his niece said as he pumped away between her fleshy cheeks. "Hmm, you fuck my ass so good," she said as she lowered her face into Jeanne's pussy. Meanwhile, Glenda got behind Jake, spread his cheeks and plunged her active tongue into his ass. Kristie cuddled up to me and I automatically put my arm around her and cupped her small breast while we watched this segment of the Jones family do what seemed natural, rimming and sucking and fucking, the picture of pleasurable incest.

After a while, we showered and dressed and then Jake took us on a tour. He pointed to a house in the distance and said that was where the "young 'uns" were as well as the adults who didn't get involved in the intimate fun.=20

"We got two preachers in the family, Dave," he told me. "My brother's one and my aunt's husband. Both of 'em are over to the other house. Oh, they don't preach against what we're doing. They just don't party and all. My brother likes to fuck Martha and maybe a couple more. My aunt's husband loves to read a sermon while a woman fucks his ass with a fake dick and he jacks off. Weird, huh?" Jake laughed and said that the world was full of strange things.

When we got to the barn, Kristie and I got an idea of just how strange things could be in the Jones family. Jake explained the ceremony we would watch that night. He said the three newcomers would lie naked on the three waist-high platforms there in the barn and all the members of the family would stroke, lick, kiss, suck, feel, whatever, except the privilege of the first fuck went to the parent. Tom's mother, Glenda, would be his first fuck, and the girls would get dicked by their daddies.

"Charlotte, one of the girls, is my preacher brother's daughter. I know he's lookin' forward to this. That girl is a beauty, too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tits out to here, lips that beg to be fucked. She's already gonna be a cheerleader at college. I can't wait to get some of that myself!"

Supper was a picnic held outside with everyone clothed and on their best behavior because every member of the clan was there. Martha introduced Kristie and me to the rest of the family, including the three soon-to-be inductees. Several of the men took a fancy to Kristie, of course, but they also knew that they first had to satisfy their own family needs.

It was early evening when the consenting adults made their way to the barn. Since Kristie and I were there to observe and not to participate in the family ritual, we took up a position in the loft where we could easily see everyone and everything below us. We had removed our clothes as we came in and had climbed to the loft quite naked. We sat on a blanket and watched everyone else enter the barn and strip. Both Kristie and I were excited and my hand fingered her cooze even as she fondled me. We kept commenting on the people who walked in and undressed for the ceremony.