Donald Palermo: The incest twins

Greta directed John to a chair which had been placed opposite the bed, then she sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her long, shapely legs, allowing him to see the tops of her nylons and one garter, which pressed against the exciting white skin of her big thigh. John stole a quick look, then turned his gaze away.

"It's all right for you to look at my legs and thighs, dear," Greta told him. "In fact, I like to have boys and men look at my thighs. That's why I cross my legs the way I do, go on, have another look. There, that's it. My thighs are big and beautiful, don't you think?"

"Oh yes. Everything about you is, Aunt Greta," he told her with feeling.

"I suppose you found that out last night at the keyhole of our bedroom," she told him with a dazzling smile. "We really went wild, didn't we?"

"Y-yes," he stammered, and blushed.

"Did you and Jenny take turns peeping?"

"Yes."

"Did you both get very excited?" she asked, and rose the hem of her dress a little higher.

"We sure did."

"I want you to tell me what you did about it, after the show was over. You didn't fuck her, did you?"

"Oh no!" he replied quickly, and then went on to tell everything they had done.

He told the story, nervously at first, then more eagerly as excitement took over.

"Did you enjoy sucking and licking your sister's pretty little pussy?" Greta asked.

"I sure did. I was afraid it would taste bad, but it didn't at all."

"I know all about how cunts taste, dear. I've sucked quite a few myself. A mature woman's cunt is more tasty and interesting than a little girls. Maybe I'll let you find that out for yourself one day. Do you think you'd like to suck my cunt?"

"Oh yes, Aunt Greta. I'd give anything to do that," he told her, his voice breaking.

"Tell me, dear," she said, and opened three buttons of her blouse so that he could see the well-filled cups of her, black bra and the white cleavage of her big tits, "is your dickie hard now?"

"Well then, if I'm going to do nice things for you, I want you to do something for me. Take off all your clothes so I can see your cock and your balls. I want to feel them."

He continued to sit as though frozen, but she saw sweat on his forehead, and knew he was anything but cold. Then he got to his feet, almost losing his balance, and began undressing. He paused when only his briefs remained, his stiff pecker causing them to bulge, then he started pushing them down slowly and paused again. When he did, Greta opened her blouse wide and showed him the bulging cups of her black bra, and heard a little cry escape from his throat.

"Take them off, dear, I want you bare naked," she told him, and he gasped, then pushed the briefs down and stepped out of them, naked, his prick twitching as he stared at her bra and exposed thighs.

"Oh, Uncle Cyril, what is she going to do with him?" Jenny asked in a whisper.

"Everything you can think of, dear," he told her, and patted the seat of her tight-fitting pants, squeezing one firm cheek. "In a little while, she'll be naked too, and she's going to teach him what sex is all about. Does this make you excited?"

"Oh yes. Gee, I never dreamed life here was going to be so exciting. You and Greta are so different."

"Yes we are, and your life will be very beautiful as long as you stay with us. I'm excited too," he added, and used the tips of his fingers and thumbs to show her the form of his stiff cock bulging beneath his pants. "Were you frightened of my prick when you saw it last night while I was playing with Greta and fucking her?"

"I… I don't know," she said, blushing. "Did you know we were watching or did John tell?"

"We knew you were watching, that's why we put on such a show. It was strictly for your benefit, although we did enjoy it ourselves, as you saw. We both love sucking and fucking. Do you think you're going to, dew?" he asked as he fondled the other cheek of her ass.

"I… I guess so, but I'll be afraid at first."

"That's natural, dear, but Greta and I will teach you and we'll be very gentle. Now let's watch the show some more. Things are really going to get hot from now on, you'll see. Greta is horny as a goat right now, and John is going to have the time of his life."

In the bedroom, John knelt at Greta's feet, and she told him to feel her ankles, then slowly work his way up her long, lovely legs. He did it slowly, thrilling to the feel of her nylon-sheathed legs. When his hands moved above her knees, the thrill became greater for him, and she felt his hands trembling as she sat smiling, her knees so wide apart that he could see where black nylon panties curled down into her crotch, and wondered if he would be allowed to feel there.

"I like the way you feel my thighs," she told him as his hands reached the tops of her nylons. Then they moved higher, squeezing the firm flesh of her big bare thighs, delighting in the feel of her warm, silken skin.

"Oh, Aunt Greta, it feels so good! I can't believe it's really happening. Are you going to let me see and feel more than your thighs?"

"On thing at a time, darling. Keep feeling your way up until I tell you to stop."

His breathing labored, sweat trickling down his body, John went on fondling her thighs and then his hands were on her hips, rubbing and squeezing bare skin and sheer panties.

"The crotch of my little panties feels very hot, dear," she told him. "Would you like to feel it and tell me how warm it is? When you do, just think, there will be nothing between my cunt and your hand except a thin little bit of nylon."

She saw his right hand tremble as he brought it to her crotch, then it pressed lightly on the crotch of her panties. He held for a moment, then pressed more firmly, and told her how hot and exciting it felt, then he began rubbing up and down, and she sighed warmly and told him to keep rubbing there and to make her pussy get hotter. His hand continued to rub, and then he felt moisture on the nylon and wondered if she had pissed a little. When he asked her about it, she explained that when a woman's cunt gets very hot and horny, a little fluid sometimes escapes. Cunt juice, she called it, and the words caused him to tremble even more violently.

While he went on rubbing her crotch, Greta removed her blouse, and he gasped when he looked at the sight of her black bra and white body. John couldn't understand why, but he wanted to cry, felt tears in his eyes. The tears surprised him since he was happier than he had ever been.

"Get up now, John, and play with my bra for a while. I want you to feel how big and firm my tits are. Have you ever seen a woman in her bra before?"

"No. You're so beautiful, Greta," he said as he got to his feet and reached for her bra with both hands. "I've never been this excited in my life. Are you sure Uncle Cyril wouldn't be mad if he found out about this?"

"I'm positive, darling. We discussed it before you came here and agreed that in order to make your lives more exciting, we should teach the two of you about sex, and show you how beautiful it can be when it's right, the way it's going to be with us."

She had him fondle the cups of her bra for a long time, then took his hands away and stood. Smiling, she reached behind her back, and slipped the hooks, which held the big bra closed. She paused, and then pulled the straps off her arms while holding the cups in place. Greta saw his wet eyes shining, teased him for a few seconds, then she removed one cup and showed him a naked tit. He gave a gasp, and then she removed the other cup and dropped the bra onto a chair.

Smiling brightly, she began fondling and rubbing her tits, tweaking the nipples to bring them to life.

"These are real tits, dear," she told him as she played with them, "the kind both men and women love to feel and squeeze and suck. Would you like to suck my big tits?"