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Donald Palermo: The incest twins

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"Wait a minute, that's it!" Cyril said with excitement as he sat up and felt his cock already starting to rise. "Get your bloomers and get into them. I'm going to be so hard so fast that it will astound you, angel."

"Oh Cyril, do you want me to pee on you?"

"You better believe it, angel. I'm glad you need that pee so badly. It means I'll probably get a nice, long shower."

"Believe it, lover," she said as she hurried off the bed, went to a dresser and took out a pair of pink rayon bloomers.

As she stepped into the garment, her tits went into exciting swaying action, and as he watched, Cyril felt his prick stirring more strongly. It wasn't a game they played often, but when they did, it drove him wild with passion.

He watched as she snugged the bloomers around her and then rubbed a hand slowly in her crotch. Cyril asked her if she could hold on for a while, and when she told him she could, he sent her to get drinks for them, his eyes following her big ass as she walked out of the room. He loved the look of her in the sexy little panties she usually wore, but from time to time, it was thrilling to see her big ass in old-fashioned rayon bloomers, her big ass cheeks making the fabric stretch to contain them.

She returned with the drinks, but remained standing with hers, walking around the room, assuming various sexy poses to add to his excitement. The sight of her and the thought of what they were going to do was enough so that he smiled with satisfaction as he looked down at his big prick, stiff and throbbing, as hard as it had been all evening.

Finishing their drinks, they went downstairs to a small bathroom with a tiled floor and a recessed drain. They usually used that room for pissing purposes because it made cleaning up easier than in any of the upstairs bathrooms.

Greta carried a sheet, which she folded and laid on the floor, and then Cyril lay on his back on it and looked again at his throbbing cock, amazed and delighted.

When Greta came to stand astride him Cyril sat up and felt his way to the crotch and seat of her bloomers, and he soon had her hips jerking with passion as he felt her up and talked of how her piss would soon be shooting through the rayon to shower him, and of how he would then take her wet bloomers down and fuck her hot cunt.

"Are you ready now, lover?" she asked. "I really can't hold it back much longer."

"I'm ready, you beautiful, horny bitch. I'm ready for you to tower me with your hot piss. Get ready to piss in your bloomers for me."

Sometimes when she gave him a piss shower, Cyril had her strip naked so that her stream would hit him hard and splashed them both, but other times he liked her to pee in her bloomers. The sight of it excited him and he liked too the way the fluid came through with reduced pressure as the wet circles spread over the pink rayon.

Greta knelt on all fours, her big ass arched a little below his face, her bloomers stretched seemingly to the maximum, and as he stared hotly, Cyril raised himself onto his elbows to provide an angle for the piss to run don his body and make the shower more complete, more exciting.

As always, Greta gave him time to wait for it, lowering her ass a little closer, and feeling her heart pounding as it always did when it was time to pee for him.

Cyril's eyes focused on the tightly stretched bloomers, and he trembled with arousal and anticipation until, without warning, he saw a wet spot appear. It widened, and then the piss was trickling in a relatively slow stream through the fabric and onto his chest.

It felt warm and exciting and he saw the little bubbles appear around the source of the stream being filtered through the rayon of her bloomers. His right hand moved up and pressed against the spot, forcing her piss to spread around the tight-fitting bloomers and making them wet over a much larger area, so that the wet rayon clung more excitingly to her ass, like a pink second skin.

The piss felt thrilling on his hand, as did the wet bloomers, then he took the hand away and allowed the stream to resume hitting his chest and trickling down his body, over the base of his stiff prick and his bans, trickling under his body to wet his ass.

When the stream began to lose its force, he moved a little farther down and heard her groan as he closed his eyes and moved his face, his mouth wide open, under the trickling stream. It was the part he loved most, when her warm pee washed his face and ran into his mouth.

The trickle ended and droplets of piss continued to fall from the wet panties as Cyril reached for the towel to wipe his eyes and forehead, then he sat up and fondled her wet bloomers with both hands, squeezing her big ass cheeks through the fabric. Soon, he knew, her panties would become cold and uncomfortable and she would want to take them off, but there was something he had to do first, something he had never done before.

Holding her by the hips, he brought his face to the wet bloomers, and then she gave a loud cry of surprise as she felt his mouth sucking the area where most of her piss had been filtered, where her bloomers were wettest. As he sucked greedily and noisily, swallowing what he was stealing from the garment, Greta trembled and became so wildly aroused that she thought she was going to climax.

He stopped sucking, worked his way out from under her, then he was dragging her soaked bloomers down off her wet ass and thighs, delighting in the sight of her big, bare ass.

Cyril left her bloomers stretched across her thighs, just above her knees and she opened her legs as widely as she could. It was more than enough, he saw as he took his throbbing prick in his right hand, rubbed it over the wet lips of her twat, then very slowly pushed it into her cunt.

"You were a bad girl to wet your bloomers like that," he scolded, "and so I'm going to punish you, like this," he said, and slipped her another inch of prick. Continuing to scold his naughty little girl for pissing her bloomers, he slipped his cock into her, a little at a time, until he was in to the hilt, then he continued to scold her as he fucked her, his belly slapping her wet ass cheeks, his strong prick stretching and filling her churning cunt.

While he fucked her, Greta went on trembling and panting as though she could still feel and see him sucking the wet bloomers, and she told herself it was the most exciting thing they had ever done together.

And then she forgot about the sucking as he pulled her wet ass tightly against him. She felt his cock expanding inside her, and then it was shooting and flooding her belly with another kind of fluid, a richer, thicker one.

CHAPTER TWO

Cyril and Greta shared a hot, tingling excitement as they drove to the airport to pick up the twins that Saturday afternoon. They had agreed that they would not begin their seduction for a couple of days, but the fact of their arrival was more than exciting enough.

Cyril had seen the children a couple of times a year, so they knew him and liked him and there was no shyness as they met in the arrival lounge. There was much hugging and chatter, and it was clear that the two had gotten over their parents' death.

That, Cyril thought, wasn't too surprising. His brother and wife had been social people who entertained and drank a lot, but spent little time with their children. The twins had been scheduled to go into boarding schools the following year, and had been badly upset at the prospect of being separated. Coming to live with their Uncle Cyril meant that they would be allowed to stay together after all, so that the deaths brought to them an important fringe benefit after all.

As they got into the car, Cyril had Jenny sit in front with him, while Greta took John into the back seat. As Greta sat, she allowed the hem of her dress to ride high so that John could see her luscious thighs sheathed in sheer nylon. Even though she wouldn't begin his seduction for a couple of days, Greta saw no reason why she shouldn't begin to get him interested in female anatomy, to set him up for what was to come.

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