All on their backs. Their magnificent boobies displayed before me. I pushed up my cousins’ pretty dress, pulling her coloured bikini bottoms off her...and placing her glasses back on her slutty face. I pushed up the fabric and beheld my own cousins’ pussy. Pretty and freshly shaven. I rubbed on her pretty little pink clit, she writhed, and I laughed, it smelt so fragrant. I moved to tashas' body, her angelic skin felt so soft as I spread her legs to reveal…no panties? Her pretty, slightly hairy. "Reminds me of that old ballet." I thought as I curtsied and picked the nutcracker up. "May I have this dance?"We started to dance around and around. I felt my head spinning as the nutcracker seemed to get bigger and bigger. I wanted to stop, but some outside force made me continue to dance. Dance until the nutcracker and I were the same size."What's going on?" I asked confused."What do you mean, my sugarplum princess?" The man who was a nutcracker said to me. "I am the prince of the dolls,. "What you doing?" she asked."I'm busy, go and play with your dolls," I said not looking up from the screen."I'm too old for dolls now," she said standing behind me and looking over my shoulder; don't you just hate that. I turned around intent on giving her a mouthful, when I noticed that she hadn't dressed but still in her night apparel, in her case a T-shirt over, I suspected a pair of knickers. I tried not to stare but her braless tits were standing proud under her thin top."Yes, well," I. When his saturated hand backed out of my now calm pussy, I was half afraid this highly charged secret tryst was about over. Then, I felt him slide his fingers back, tracing up my ass crack, and slipping under my thong strap. With no warning, and little finesse, he jammed his well lubricated index finger full into my unsuspecting asshole. It was all I could do to keep from shrieking in the midst of all these strangers. “Nasty bitch,” he mumbled in my ear, as he reached down to my aching.