Ron Taylor: The family lays together

Her fingers stroked the moist, hair-fringed cunt, pulling it apart, stretching the lips widely, until they ached with anticipation. She peeled at the hood of flesh surrounding her clit and began to massage its tender tissue.

"Oh, God, feels so fuckin' good," she purred, making the bed rock as she got into the passion of her self fucking.

She'd worked herself almost to madness, and there was a superhot climax boiling inside Maria's tumultuous pussy. Her fingers clawed at the aroused cunt, stroking her clit till she wanted to scream. She drew her knees up to her plump round tits, stroked herself from underneath, not forgetting to send tickling caresses to the tiny puckered ring of her asshole while she was in the neighborhood.

"Yeah, fuck, yeah." She was moaning softly.

She lowered her knees and brought both hands up to her tits. She loved to have her tits caressed, loved to do it herself when she had the chance. The flesh ached, as if it was still in the process of forming itself into such sweet round shapes, and the passionate strokes of her fingers made them feel soothed. She cupped one tit, lifted it toward her face, and extended her tongue to lap across a stiff brown nipple. Her teeth nipped at the sensitive nub; she pulled it, drooled on it and licked it again.

The other tit seemed to whimper for some attention, so she licked and loved it, too. Maria's nipples were frothy with saliva and standing at full attention when she released them and sent her hands down below again, back to the equally insistent needs of her quivering cunt. "There, that's it." Her fingers stroked up and down across her clitoral region, brushing the pearl-like bud sometimes but as often just teasing it, sliding all around and making it shiver in anticipatory delight. She rubbed her fingers downward, across the oozing slice of her pussy, feeling the hot juices as they began to seep from deep inside her body.

And she was ready now to make herself explode in orgasm. She'd been masturbating for a long time – well before she sprang tits and long, long legs. It was something she thought she'd invented for herself; what a surprise to find out, later, that other girls did it too. But she was willing to bet none of them enjoyed it as much as she was enjoying it right now, with her fingers strumming her supercharged cunt, then riding low to stroke her cuntal lips, a middle finger sliding into herself from time to time to remind her what she had missed out on.

She threw herself fully into the orgasm that was lurking just around the bend, over there in the shadows, close enough to touch her but making Maria wait, making her sweat and gasp and moan as she worked herself closer and closer to it.

"Fuck me," she purred. Oh she could feel it coming in the air tonight, too!

Her slim middle finger was buried in her quivering cunt, and the fingers of her other hand rode roughshod around the button of her juiced-up cunt. The smell of her arousal sent Maria's head swimming.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she gasped, bucking harder and riding closer and closer still. The bed shook under her, and her breath was racked with sobbing moans of anticipation.

It was precisely at that moment that her head flopped to the right and, through eyes that swain and fuzzed out-of-focus, she became suddenly aware that her Uncle Steven was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, watching her frig the hell out of her dripping cunt.

"I knew you weren't permanent," Cathy said, running her fingers through Samantha Shepherd's hair. "To you, I was just a substitute for something or someone. I thought at first it was your husband, but I know now that I was wrong. And now he's come back into your life. Right?"

"It's so sick," Sammi whispered. "But it's been this way since we were babies. We were always closer than anyone else, and the whole sex thing seems so natural a development. Probably because we were twins, but maybe there's something more to it. Maybe Steven and I are really just one person who happened to be born as two, and we have to keep putting ourselves back together. Do you hate me?"

Cathy shook her head. "No, I don't hate you. Let me show you how much I don't hate you."

She bowed her head and kissed Sammi firmly, on the lips. Samantha's arm enfolded Cathy's neck, pulled her closer. Their tongues dribbled back and forth. Cathy's fingers reached down to undo the buttons of Samantha's blouse. Pulling it open, she placed her hands on the full round tits, covered only by a silk chemise. Her palms molded to the firm, but yielding flesh and felt the stiffness of her nipples popping up. Her salivary glands went into overtime. If it was her last suck on Samantha's tits, she was eager to have them in her mouth.

They had been lovers for almost a year, ever since Sammi had sold this bungalow to Cathy, through the Realty Company she worked for. There had been an instant attraction though Sammi didn't know it a first. Cathy was a lesbian. Sammi had never done it with a woman before. She'd read the invitation in her new friend's eyes and had come over for a house-warming party. The party – Sammi was the only guest – had ended, as she knew it would, with Cathy's face burrowing between Sammi's legs, sucking her pussy inside out.

Cathy was a small, thin redhead, with short hair, enough freckles for three women her size, and a compact, highly responsive body. She threw her legs over the arms of Sammi's chair and resumed her hungry kissing. Samantha returned the favor by undoing Cathy's shirt. She had on no bra underneath and her tits were small and firm. Sammi's hands cupped and squeezed Cathy's freckled tits, until the small redhead sighed, leaning her head back and pushing her chest forward until her pale, almost invisible nipples touched Samantha's face.

"Kiss my tits, please," Cathy asked breathlessly, rubbing her stiff nipples on Samantha lips.

Samantha opened her mouth, sucked them one after the other, moving her face back and forth until Cathy was squirming and purring with delight.

As she sucked, she was unbuckling Cathy's belt, unfastening her trousers, hands delving into them to find the unpantied carrot-colored bush. Cathy rose higher, popping her tits from Samantha's mouth. The pants dragged down her legs, and now she was standing in the chair, pushing her cunt onto Sammi's face.

"If it's for the last time, eat me inside out," Cathy begged. "Leave me something to remember you by."

The bristly pussy fur stroked ticklishly on Sammi's face. She inhaled the musky scent of Cathy's arousal, then opened the pussy and allowed her tongue to glide across the moist, slick flesh of its interior. The muscles of the pussy opening quivered tensely, and her tongue speared into them, withdrawing before it could be trapped and sucked in farther. Her fingers bared Cathy's cunt, and she licked her way up to it, coating her tongue in sweet juices all along the path.

This night hadn't been meant for a farewell date. They'd made the dinner date last week, and it was supposed to be just that – dinner at Cathy's, followed by a few hours of pussy eating – they met at least once, a week, sometimes more often.

But Steven's arrival today had changed all that. From the moment Sammi's tongue had glided across her brother's stiff cock, she knew that she would turn to him as she had always done.

At least Cathy understood. But Cathy knew only that Samantha had been fucking her twin brother since they were barely out of diapers. There were still things she didn't know, things that only Samantha Baines Shepherd knew. It had to be that way.

Cathy squirmed and fought herself free of Sammi's questing tongue. "Let's go to bed. We'll go out with a bang, not a whimper, sweet pussy of mine."

Sammi nodded. Her friend stepped down from the chair, took Sammi by the hand, and they went into the bedroom, which doubled as Cathy's studio. Cathy was a talented painter and sculptress. Half the room was a clutter of easels, workbenches and canvases set aside; the other half contained a neat sleeping area. Not exactly a boudoir, but they had made the bed rock many an hour, during the past year. Once or twice they had been able to fuck at Sammi's house, but not very often, as Maria was usually at home and she knew nothing of her mother's ongoing sexual affair.