Chapter 2
"I'm not really sure how we'll handle the room assignments," Marlene said, looking at Brad and Jena. "There's only three bedrooms, so maybe Jena can stay with me."
Jena looked at her aunt and smiled, hoping like hell that what she was about to say wouldn't sound too fishy. "Listen, Brad and I can stay together. And then David and Chuck can have one room."
"I don't think it's right for a young man and a young woman to share a bedroom, dear," Marlene said quietly, wishing her house were larger and wondering why in the hell her brother had sent his kids to her for the summer. "After all, you and Brad aren't little children any more."
"It'll be okay," Jena said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. "Just so long as Brad helps to keep the room clean we'll get along fine. I can change clothes in the bathroom, or just kick him out of the bedroom when I have to change."
"You're sure you don't mind?"
"Positive," Jena replied.
Marlene felt uncomfortable with the situation, but she couldn't think of any other way around it. She really didn't want to share her bedroom with Jena. She hadn't shared her bedroom with anyone but Joe, her husband, who had been accidentally killed four months earlier.
David was Marlene's oldest son. He was bright, clean-cut, and worked as an assistant at a construction outfit during the summer months. Chuck was a year younger and had a paper route that he worked on in the evenings.
Jena and Brad were shown to their bedroom and immediately started unpacking their suitcases. When their aunt and cousins left them alone Jena turned to Brad and winked at him.
"You know, I thought that the blow-job in the back of the bus was the last I was going to give you for a while," Jena said quietly. "The way it looks, we'll have more chances to get together now than ever!"
Brad chuckled, still having a difficult time believing his good luck. He had a single bed and so did Jena. The best possible situation would have been to share one big bed, but he wasn't complaining. He was used to sneaking away to secluded places at home with Jena, and hiding from their parents whenever they wanted to fuck or suck.
"Just keep cool about it and we'll be fine," Brad said. "Now and then we'll argue about something, just so it looks natural."
"Hey, let me ask you something. Do you figure Aunt Marlene's been fucked since Uncle Joe was killed?"
Brad thought about the question for a moment before answering. "I -doubt it. Marlene's not the most liberated woman in the world and I think she really loved Uncle Joe. To tell you the truth, I think the reason we were sent here was to keep David and Chuck from thinking about his death so much."
Jena hummed, throwing an assortment of frilly lace bras into a chest-of-drawers. "I wonder what we can do for Aunt Marlene ..."
Marlene was in her bedroom preparing for sleep. She sat near a small dressing table and combed her jet-black hair. It just didn't seem fair, she thought. Not fair at all that at thirty-six she should be single.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Marlene untied her night gown and pushed it off her shoulders. She had large, well-rounded tits that filled out a thirty-seven "B" cup without any difficulty. Her waist was trim and her hips swooped out in a most womanly fashion. She had lost fifteen pounds since Joe's death and the loss of weight had definitely made her better looking.
"Why?" she asked the mirror, cupping her tits and raising them slightly.
Her body ached for a man. She wanted to feel Joe's muscular hips between her naked, clasping thighs as he pounded his big cock into her receptive, juicy pussy.
Marlene suddenly dropped her tits as though they were on fire. She couldn't think about things like that, she told herself .She couldn't think about sex, or the pain and hunger in her loins would only get worse.
After retying her night gown, Marlene swallowed two sleeping pills and went to bed. She tried to ignore the moistness in her cant but it was impossible.
Brad awoke early the next morning and saw his sister sleeping in the bed next to him. Marlene had left the door slightly ajar the night before and he thought it might look suspicious if he closed it. Kicking his feet over the edge of the bed, Brad felt the familiar twitching in his big cock that meant that he was once again horny for his sister's voluptuous body.
Jena was sleeping on her back and Brad carefully pulled the blankets back off her. She was wearing her conservative nightie-the one that didn't show off much of her tits or ass. But Brad could still see the bumps her nipples made in the fabric.
"Wake up, Jena," Brad whispered. "I'm horny again."
When Jena didn't move, a sly smile spread across Brad's face. He tiptoed to the door and listened carefully. Not hearing anyone else up, he walked back to Jena and knelt near the edge of her bed. He slipped his hand under the waistband of her pajama bottoms, his fingers pushing through the familiar, triangular bush of curly cunt hair. His middle finger sought and found Jena's tiny clit at the top of her pussy and he rubbed the nub lightly, just the way he knew she liked it. Within seconds he felt her pussy juicing, getting wetter from the stimulation he provided.
Brad tugged his underwear down to his thighs, then moved his hips in a circular motion, rubbing the head of his cock against the side of the bed. He unbuttoned the top of Jena's pajamas, exposing her mountainous tits.
"They're so big and beautiful," he hissed reverently.
Jena moaned in her sleep and shifted slightly, but did not awaken. Her nipples got hard as Brad roiled them tenderly in his fingers, and her pussy became wet with her hot, slick oil.
Brad bent down and sucked one nipple between his lips. He nipped at the tiny, hard cylinder of flesh, then opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of Jena's tit into his mouth as he could. All of her silver-dollar-sized areola was captured in his hot mouth and Jena moaned again, getting turned-on in her sleep.
When he sensed that her cunt was lubricated with enough pussyjuice, Brad slipped a finger into Jena's cunt. As soon as he got his finger in, her eyes opened and she brought her hands to his head, pushing his face down deeper into her cushy pillow-like tit.
"What a way to wake up," she purred, stretching as her brother sucked her tit and fingered her hot pussy. Jena spread her legs and raised her ass. When Brad helped her take the bottoms of her pajamas off, she grabbed his prick and stroked it slowly.
"Do you think we dare?" Brad asked, shoving two fingers into Jena's cunt.
"You've got me so hot now there's no turning back," Jena replied.
She slipped off the bed, wrapping her arms around Brad's neck and kissing him. In the clench, Jena squirmed against her brother, pressing her tits into his broad, muscular chest. His prick was hot and hard and pressed against her stomach.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Brad sighed, cupping her firm asscheeks in his hands. "I want to fuck you, Sister! Damn! I can hardly wait to feel my prick sliding into your pussy."
The young lovers were between the two beds, their hands groping hungrily for hot flesh to squeeze. Jena was stroking Brad's prick as he fingered her needy cunt. They kissed, their tongues probing, searching, darting back and forth.
Jena stripped out of her nightie as Brad pulled off his underwear. Rolling onto her back, she spread her plump thighs and Brad slipped into place above her, once again mashing her tits with his chest.
"Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard and fast and make me cum," Jena hissed urgently as she grabbed his hard cock and pointed it at her gaping cunt.
With a groan, Brad punched his cock several inches deep into his sister's hot, slick pussy. He rested there a moment, getting accustomed to the liquid warmth of Jena's pussy, then pulled back so that just his cockhead was still being caressed by the subtle contractions of her cunt muscles.
"You're so fucking tight," Brad hissed in Jena's ear.
"Don't tease me, Brad!" Jena said as she looked up into her brother's face, the hunger she felt in her cunt showing in her expression. "Give me your big cock!"
Their lips melted together again with familiar ease as Brad slammed his hips down. His prick stabbed between Jena's pussylips, spreading them wide as his cockhead shoved deep into her belly. He felt her thighs squeeze his torso and her tits cushion his chest like erotic pillows.
The squishing sounds of Brad's heavy, hard prick reaming through Jena's puffy, juicy pussylips filled the room. Their hoarse breathing, combined with their soft whimpers of erotic bliss mingled with the sound of Brad's stomach slapping against Jena's.
Marlene was still groggy as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. She was looking forward to a morning shower, first as hot as she could stand, then as cold as possible. She hoped it would snap the sleep from her body.
As she passed the twins' bedroom door, Marlene heard indistinct sounds. What was it? It sounded like Jena was crying in her sleep. Marlene pressed her face to the edge of the door and peered inside through the narrow opening. At first she wasn't exactly sure what she was looking at, then everything became vividly-painfully-clear.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, holding her fist to her mouth to silence a scream.
She could see Jena's naked legs sticking up between the beds. The legs were spread wide and Marlene could occasionally see Brad's ass between them. The ass appeared and disappeared between the beds, moving faster with each passing second. ^ Her first thought was that Brad was raping his sister. But then Marlene heard Jena say, "Faster, Brad! Fuck me faster! I'm going to cum!"
Too stunned to do anything but stand there, Marlene's body started to quiver. She knew that if she didn't have a man's body to relieve her tension soon, she would go out of her mind.
Jena's nipples were as hard as small rocks as they pressed into Brad's chest as he reamed her tight, clasping pussy. Her clit was sizzling hot and getting more excited with each long, powerful insertion of her brother's cock into her pussy. She wiggled her ass, accepting Brad's charging prick from different angles.
Jena's stomach turned to mush and it seemed like a giant hand inside her belly had clenched into a fist. The world shook as the slick, hot oil burst from her pussy. Jena humped her ass crazily, lurching up to meet Brad's invading cock as it plowed down into her.
When he felt the fluttering of climax gripping Jena's cunt and the pussy juice deluging his prick, Brad was pushed over the edge of excitement. The cum jerked from his balls, racing the length of his throbbing cock tube to splash into his sister's womb.
"Uh! Uh! Grrrrr!" Brad groaned, fighting to stay as quiet as possible while his jism erupted mightily from his balls.
Marlene turned away from the door, still hearing the impassioned gasps and sighs of sexual fulfillment coming from her niece and nephew. She went straight to the bathroom and locked the door behind herself.
"I can't stand this any longer," Marlene whispered to the mirror, as if to apologize.
She checked over her supplies of creams and lotions and selected a plastic bottle of skin cream that had a long neck to it. With trembling hands she stripped out of her night clothes, then squirted a heavy amount of the cream over her body, starting with her shoulders and working down. The white, sticky liquid dripped down her shoulders and over her bulging tits.
"I just can't take it any more," the horny woman said again under her breath.
She worked the cream into her lust-enflamed nipples with one hand and got the long, slender neck of the bottle greasy with cream with the other. Her pussy was already hot and juicy from watching the twins' heated fucking. When she fitted the neck of the bottle to her cunt, it slipped in easily.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Marlene moaned, feeling her cuntlips being pried apart by the bottle.
She slipped just an inch of the neck into her pussy, pulled it out, then pushed two inches in. Her clit was already tingling like mad, getting over-heated from a combination of neglect and the bottle.
Closing her dark eyes, Marlene's head hung down as she stood in the center of the bathroom, facing the mirror and dreaming about fucking her husband. The neck of the bottle was only four inches long and not very thick- certainly nothing at all like Joe's big prick- but it still felt heavenly in her wet cunt.
By the time Marlene got the entire neck of the bottle in her cunt, she could feel the first signs of her climax approaching. She dropped down heavily to her knees, stabbing the bottle deep into her body. The slick neck jammed up her pussy and she tossed her head back, her glistening black hair flying in the air and draping over her shoulders. Her big tits rose and fell as she gulped in air.
"Nooooooo!" Marlene gasped a bit loudly.
The pussyjuice was streaming from her cunt in heavy waves and gushing down the insides of her thighs and dripping onto the tiled floor.
Marlene wasn't sure how long her cum had lasted, or how loudly she had screamed. It was like she had blacked out and hadn't come to until all the pussyjuice that had been pent up in her body since her husband's death had finally been released.
She withdrew the bottle from her pussy and started to cry.