He worked the next day. My brother got some more practice driving stick. My problem was handled. And that was it. My father and I understood each othe.... Aunt Sarah was less understanding. She had lived with us since I was ten, since uncle Jonas had died sticky and black, waving his dead hand and trying to figure out how you spelled leukemia. She was tall like daddy, and they had the same eyes, but what looked kind on him looked sneaky on her. We’d existed peacefully enough for five years.. She simply kissed me again while this time running her right hand in between my legs where she began squeezing my throbbing cock. “Holy fuck,” I thought. We continued making out for about a half hour. During that time we became acquainted with our bodies in ways that I had only dreamed. Vicki admitted that when we were younger she had her eye on me as well. “How do you like being kissing cousins?” I asked. She smiled and said, “What would you think about being fucking cousins, too?” . She reached over and pulled down my beach shorts, dispensed with my t-shirt and smiled at me with satisfaction. By the time Traffic had reached track two, Freedom Rider, Ginny was on her knees between my legs, sucking me with a sort of serene intensity that made it seem like a sacred ritual. Her ministrations took us right through to Stranger To Himself and I had to fight the urge to cum in her mouth by concentrating on the crazy, ragged guitar solo.“You can cum, Victor,” she said softly.I. By this time we were all very drunk and one girl could hardly stand on her high heels. We had to hold her up. I stripped as instructed, just in case there were any arguments. I hate conflict. I stood there naked: half-smiling, half-scared. I sensed the other girls felt the same because they discarded their clothing, too, and all four of us were naked; big tits for all the men to stare at, shaven pussies and bums on display for everyone. We were then handcuffed but not without protest from me..