Donald Palermo: The incest twins

"Do you want to suck my cunt like he did?" Jenny asked, her young body trembling.

"Yes, I think so. What does a cunt taste like?"

"Silly, how would I know? If there's any taste to it, it must be a nice one. Uncle Cyril sure seemed to like sucking Greta's."

John agreed, and then she was lying on the bed with her crotch wide open. He bent over her, looked at the pretty little pussy, then began kissing and sucking it, reaching under her to fondle the cheeks of her ass while she writhed with passion.

"Now get your tongue inside like he did," Jenny told her brother as she rubbed his head, thrilling to the feel of having her cunt sucked. "I think if you lick enough, I can have a come, like she did. I know I'm old enough to come, I can do it with my finger."

John was in the mood to try anything, so he parted the tender little lips and flicked his tongue into her slit. He was delighted to find that there was no taste at all, and that it felt thrilling to be licking a cunt. She guided his tongue until it found her cunt, and cried out a little at the first contact, hoping the others in their bedroom hadn't heard the sound. John gave her a lovely lapping, and then she had to stuff the heel of a hand into her mouth to keep from shrieking as her orgasm swept over her in delicious waves.

"Ooh, that was so good," she whispered when it was over and she was able to breathe normally again. "Your tongue felt so good in my cuntie, and you gave me such a beautiful come, the best one I ever had."

"Now I need something," he said as they both looked at his hard little prick. "Do you want to fuck?"

"No, I'm afraid to do that. Don't boys pull themselves and shoot cream, like Uncle Cyril shot it over her big ass?"

"Yeah," he replied dubiously, and then his eyes brightened. "I know you can pull me off. Your hand is nice and soft and it'll feel good."

Hurrying to the dresser, he took some Kleenex from the box and made a thick pad of it. Giving it to her, he told her how to masturbate him, and she looked as excited at the prospect as he, then she was holding the pad in her left hand and slowly jerking his cock with her right, while his heart pounded so loudly he thought it could be heard all through the house.

"Oh, that feels so good," he told her, panting. "It won't take long for me to shoot. It feels so good!"

Seconds later, he panted a warning that he was going to shoot, and then he did. The first spurt was strong, and it missed the pad, shooting against the wall, then Jenny was able to get the tissue into the right position and she watched as the rest of his jism shot into it, and then felt his dick shrink and soften.

"Gee," she said with awe, "cocks are wonderful things. I'll pull you off all you want, and you can suck my cunt as often as you want to!"

The next morning, Cyril and Greta lay in bed making plans. They rejected their earlier decision about waiting a few days before seducing the twins, and agreed that they would get on with it that day. They agreed too that John would be seduced first, and that both Cyril and Jenny were going to watch.

"Once she's seen me in action with her brother, that pretty little girl is going to be so horny she won't want to wait another minute for her turn," Greta told him.

"You're probably right," Cyril agreed. "In fact, if she seems receptive, I may play with her a bit while John is getting his."

"That could be fun, but I'd suggest you don't try to push too fast. It would really be a shame to upset her."

"Don't worry, dear. I'll keep reminding myself that she's only eighteen years old. I won't risk scaring her at all. I want her to be nice and eager when her time comes."

The children still looked excited when they arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. The big, old-fashioned kitchen had been fully equipped with the most modem appliances, but its original shape and size had been retained. Through the big windows, they enjoyed a view of gently rolling pasture. The sun made the creek sparkle like a jewel as it twisted diagonally across the fields, and in the foreground, the well-tended garden was a riot of color as birds, and bees and butterflies made themselves at home.

"What are we going to do today?" John asked.

"Can you ride?" his uncle asked.

"No."

"Then I'll have one of the hands teach you. We have a few very gentle horses and you can start with them. Later, you'll ride more spirited ones. I have one in mind for you, John, a very spirited mare. She'll give you the ride of your life when you mount her," he added, and gave Greta a sidelong glance.

"Oh yes, I know the one you mean, dear. She loves to be ridden. In fact, she can't seem to get enough of it, as I recall."

After breakfast, Cyril took the twins in the Jeep to the far end of the property where the stables were located.

"Most of the horses we raise here are racing stock," he explained as they watched horses of all sizes grazing in the lush fields. "We raise a few riding horses as well, but racers are the big thing. Have you ever seen a pair of homes mating?"

Both replied that they hadn't, and Jenny blushed just a little.

"It's really quite an impressive sight. Horses are really big and long in that department, and it can be very exciting when the stallion mounts the mare and rams it to her. I'll arrange for you to watch a mating one of these days."

Turning the twins over to one of the hired hands for their riding lesson, he drove back to the house and found that Greta had finished her chores in the kitchen. He went with her to one of the guest rooms where he saw what he wanted. The walls were paneled in such a way, he explained to Greta, that little holes could be drilled without being too obvious. From the adjoining room, an audience would be able to see all the action and hear most of it, all but the quieter whispers. Going to the basement, he got an electric drill and made a number of holes in such locations that they could be covered with pictures when not in use.

It was almost lunchtime when the children returned, excited and sweating. Jenny announced that she needed a bath, and Greta told John that he should have one too. Before letting him go, she took him aside and told him she knew that boys sometimes played with their cocks in the bath or shower and cautioned him not to, telling him he would learn the reason for it later. Before he left for his shower, she gave him a squeeze, and as she bent, he was able to look into the top of her blouse to see the upper slopes of her tits and her black bra.

They ate a light lunch of salad and sandwiches, and then Jenny helped Greta dear up the kitchen and wash the dishes.

"Do you feel like a swim, Aunt Greta?" Jenny asked as they finished the job.

"Yes dear, but later. We have something much more interesting to do. It's a surprise, and I think you're going to enjoy it a lot, though John may enjoy it even more than you will."

Jenny begged to find out what was in store, but Greta smilingly refused, telling her she would find out in a few minutes, since everything was ready and there was no reason to delay.

They found Cyril and John chatting in the garden, then Greta told Cyril that he had an errand to run and suggested that he take Jenny along. Pretending he had forgotten, he snapped his fingers, told Greta he would look after it at once, then took Jenny by the arm and led her into the house, taking her to the room from which they would watch the exciting seduction of her brother. He showed her one peephole and selected another for himself.

"What are we going to see, Uncle Cyril?" she asked, and felt excitement as she made a vague guess that it had to do with Greta and her brother.

"Just watch and you'll see, Jenny. You must remember to be quiet though. After all, we wouldn't want to disturb anyone, would we?"

A couple of minutes later, Greta walked into the room wit John, and Cyril felt his cock beginning to stiffen as he thought of what was in store for them.