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While Chelsea dishes up dinner, Angel texts Mom to check in with them and make sure they’re still okay in town, while actually trying to gauge when they might make it back. Mom seemed a little short with her on the phone when she called instead of texting back, but Angel said it was because Mom is frustrated with Dad. They’re stuck in a room together with nothing better to do since he still can’t get it up for her; which is strange because when I hung up with mom a little while ago, she seemed excited about something.
“What can we do to help Dad?” she asks.
I shrug. “If meds aren’t helping, what can we really do?” I ask her and she gives me a knowing grin. “What? No! Don’t you think it’s bad enough that we’re fucking, but you and Dad? I think that’s too far, sis,” I tell her.
“Well,” she sighs impatiently. “I don’t want to see Mom and Dad split up, so what are we supposed to do?”
“I don’t know, but fucking Dad is out of the question,” I say adamantly.
“Why? You wouldn’t be jealous, would you?” she teases me walking her fingers up my bare chest playfully.
I grab her hand firmly and then pull her into me, my cock rising against her belly. Angel bites her lip and then looks down and then grinds her pussy into me as she looks back up into my eyes.
“Dinner’s ready,” Chelsea announces pointedly.
I let go of my sister and turn towards Chelsea in time to see her look of jealousy vanish from her face. I feel my stomach go cold suddenly; I don’t want there to be any fighting between the three of us and if the three of us fucking in this inappropriate way is going to cause jealous fights, I’m going to have to put a stop to it.
“What’s wrong, Chels?” Angel asks as we take our seats.
“Nothing,” she says with a dangerous smile.
I’m sitting between both girls at the head of the table. I sigh as I begin to eat the delicious meal Chelsea made.
“This is amazing, Chels,” I say hoping to break the tension.
“Thanks, Dave,” she says reaching over and lightly scratching my arm, winking at me before digging into her own meal.
Angel then gently squeezes my forearm causing me to look over at her. “I’ve got dessert for you,” she says with a flirty smile.
Don’t get me wrong, any guy would die to be in a situation where two beautiful girls are fighting over him, but I’ll tell you right now, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be; at least, not when the two girls are your sister and cousin.
After dinner Angel suggests we utilize Mom and Dad’s hot tub in their oversized bathroom. Chelsea and I agree and the three of us retreat to the master bathroom and relax in the tub, each picking a jet to massage our backs.
“This was a good idea, sis,” I say gratefully. “Good thing we know Mom and Dad won’t show up until at least the morning,” I chuckle.
“Right?” she agrees with a giggle. “Ooh, I just remembered something,” she says and then quickly gets out and then disappears from the room.
“Where’s she going?” Chelsea asks.
“I have no idea,” I say turning my head back towards her from where Angel disappeared through the doorway. “You okay?” I ask her.
“I’m great,” she says in a calm, peaceful voice as she relaxes back into her jet again.
I grin at her. “I was talking about dinner,” I say.
“What do you mean?” she asks and then finally makes eye contact with me again.
“I didn’t want to make a big deal at the time and wanted to talk to you privately,” I say
“Talk to me about what?”
I stare into her eyes for a moment before continuing, deciding to just be blunt like we always have been with each other. “You seemed jealous,” I state.
She looks away and then sighs. “Maybe I was,” she says.
“Why?” I ask her.
She stares at me with a piercing look that nearly freezes my blood. “I just got out of a shitty relationship with a man who cheated on me. So, when you and I connected earlier, when you made love to me,” she says as her eyes grow more and more watery, “I felt special, like someone loved me again.”
“You know I love you,” I tell her. “I’ve always loved you.”
“Yeah, as my cousin,” she says. “Not in the way we were just a couple hours ago.”
I nod slowly. “True,” I agree. “But because we made love doesn’t change my love for you,” I tell her.
“Are you even okay with what we did?” she asks. “I mean, it’s wrong isn’t it?”
I chuckle at that. “Weren’t you the one telling me that cousins could marry in the state of Colorado?”
“Could you imagine?” she laughs again, and I join her but then our laughter dies as I really do think about it. “Could you?” she asks again in a softer tone.
I look at her again and nod. “I think I could,” I admit to her. “But…”
“Angel,” she says and then looks towards the doorway to see if she’s returning yet.
“Yeah,” I say.
“You love her too, don’t you?” she asks.
I nod, but only because she’s my sister. I love her with all my heart, and, yeah, she’s fucking hot as hell, but keçiören escort Chelsea and I have always connected on a deeper level. Then again, Angel and I have always been close, just in a different way. Despite the fact that we’re all blood, if that wasn’t a factor, I’m not sure I could choose between the two of them.
“I love you both, and I know you two love each other as well. Earlier it seemed like you two might even be a little into each other as well,” I say, reminding her of what I walked in on before she and I separated ourselves from Angel.
She shrugs. “Yeah, that was fun, but after we did our thing…” she trails off for a moment; all that can be heard is the churning of the water from the jets. “I don’t know,” she says, “I guess old feelings got stirred up again.”
I take a deep, nervous breath. I know we shared with each other how we had the typical cousin crushes on each other, which is probably why we were so close to begin with, but to pursue an actual relationship that is so taboo, regardless of the state laws, is something totally different.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
“I guess I was just kinda thinking about what that would look like if we pursued something deeper than just sex,” I say.
“And?” she presses further.
I grin bashfully. “I think if our family wasn’t a factor, it’s something I’d want,” I tell her honestly. “But, Angel would have to be involved as well; I couldn’t leave her behind,” I tell her and Chelsea nods.
“Of course; I wouldn’t want to exclude her either,” she says. “I think I got jealous because of other things going on with me that have nothing to do with either of you,” she adds.
I scoot around to sit next to her and then put my arm around her shoulders. “You were just cheated on by your husband; I totally understand having triggers that might set off certain emotions right now. Just know that neither of us would ever do anything to intentionally hurt you.”
She rests her head on my shoulder, the top of her head falling against my chin. “Thank you, Dave,” she says and then I feel her body relax into me.
Suddenly pop music begins playing in the bathroom; I didn’t even know Mom and Dad had speakers in here. Chelsea and I look around confused, wondering how the fuck music is playing but then realize that’s exactly what Angel had left to go do.
“Your parents had a sound system installed in the bathroom?” Chelsea asks shouting over the music. Angel appears in the doorway, her eyes grow wide as she realizes how loud it is and then quickly retreats; a few seconds later the music turns down and she appears in the doorway again with a small remote. She pushes a button on it and the song changes to a Green Day song, which makes her smile.
“Cool, the remote works in here,” she says and then glides across the bathroom floor with her graceful, model-like steps; her full tits jiggling playfully with each step.
“When did Mom and Dad get speakers installed in here?” I ask Angel.
“A couple years ago,” she answers. “I think they did it to mask their fighting,” she says.
I frown at her sadly; Mom and Dad’s issues have affected her for longer than I realized.
“I’m sorry, Angel,” I say gently, and she smiles at me. “Wanna join us?” I ask her and her eyes brighten. Then she joins me and cuddles up under my other arm; Chelsea reaches across me and grips Angel’s arm.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“What are you sorry for?” Angel asks.
“I was feeling jealous over David,” she says and I suddenly feel very self-conscious; they’re going to talk about me as if I’m not sitting between them, aren’t they?
“What do you mean? Did you think I was trying to keep him for myself?” Angel asks.
Chelsea shakes her head and then shrugs. “I don’t know, maybe. I guess after he and I had our time alone-“
“Should I be here for this?” I ask, chuckling nervously.
They both grin at me and then Chelsea suggests they go talk privately. Angel agrees and then they get out, wrap up in towels to dry off and leave me alone in the tub. I don’t mind the solitude; the temperature of the water and the steady pulse of the jet into my lower back feels great and quickly has me more relaxed than I’ve felt in a long time. The eclectic playlist Angel put on lulls me into a mildly sedated state and before I know it, I wake myself up with a small snore.
I look around and find that the girls are still gone, but I have no idea for how long they’ve been in the other room. I assume whatever they had to say to each other was important, so I don’t rush to find them.
Closing my eyes once again, I doze off and begin to dream…
“Relax,” a soft, soothing voice whispers in my ear as I notice that I’m not reclining against the solid wall of the hot tub, though I’m still in the hot water. Instead I feel the soft flesh of large, full breasts in my back as two thin but strong hands slide up and down my arms and then around my chest as her skin gently tugs keçiören escort bayan at the curly hairs across my pectoral.
When I look down, I don’t see the dainty hands of my sister, or the long fingers of my cousin, but the slender and strong hands of my mother. My heartrate increases but I can’t seem to pull away from her; her grip around my chest is too strong. I try to protest but my voice won’t work either. Then she begins to kiss the back of my neck, my shoulders and even nibbles on my ear, flicking it with her tongue.
I know I’m hard as a rock and as soon as my thoughts go there, her hands slide down my chest, stomach and then she separates her hands to run them down my thighs before pulling them back up the inside of my legs and then gently fondles my balls in her hands. I almost feel like I might cum just from her touch but I’m able to hold it back somehow.
She begins to stroke my shaft with one hand while massaging my balls with the other. At the same time, she kisses and nibbles on my neck. The multiple points of stimulation bring my orgasm on quickly and powerfully. Maybe Dad’s problem is that Mom is just too good at making someone cum.
“Hold on as long as you can, Dave,” she whispers hoarsely in my ear before nibbling on the lobe briefly.
“I can’t,” I manage to gasp.
“Then turn around,” she says and releases my cock from her grasp. “Stand up,” she instructs next as I turn towards her and I obey her. “Give me that,” she demands and I step up to her as she sinks down into the hot tub, wrapping her lips around my cock, sucking on me like a giant fucking straw. When her tongue starts ravaging the underside of my cock, that’s what sends me over the edge and I begin to pump her mouth full of cum, rocking my hips back and forth as if her mouth is just another pussy.
I grunt as I shove my cock deeper and deeper down her throat with each thrust. She doesn’t so much as gag as I punish the back of her throat and when I finish, she gulps it down as if she’s been dying of thirst.
That’s when I wake from my dream, my cock stiffer than a rigid pipe; I haven’t cum yet in reality, but I’ve definitely been stroking myself while dreaming of fucking my mother’s mouth. Knowing the girls must still be talking in the other room, I get out of the tub and quickly cross the room, hornier than a jock on Prom night. I leave a trail of wet footprints behind me in the textured tile after bypassing my towel. I stop in the doorway, though, as I find my sister and cousin in a perfect 69, their faces buried deep in each other’s muffs.
I stop and watch from the doorway and then absentmindedly begin to pick up where I’d left off in the hot tub, jerking my cock slowly. Chelsea’s dark hair covers Angel’s pussy that would be staring right at me if not blocked from view. Then, as if sensing my presence, Chelsea looks up and her eyes lock right onto mine as she licks her fingers and then rubs Angel’s clit. Then she beckons me over, curling her finger at me with a wicked grin.
I step up to the bed and place my rock-hard cock in her face. She takes just the tip into her mouth and sucks on the head of my spear and then directs it down to Angel’s pussy, guiding me inside. I bend my knees slightly to get better leverage and then slowly slide in. Angel releases a high-pitched moan still muffled by Chelsea’s pussy.
“That’s it, Dave, let me watch you fuck your sister. Slide it in slowly, make her squirm for more,” she says taking a tone I never expected out of her. Since when is my cousin a Dom?
I pump into my sister’s pussy a few times and then Chelsea pulls me out of her and wraps her lips around my cock again, sucking Angel’s juices off my cock. Then she directs me back to my sister’s tight pussy. She switches me back and forth this way for a couple minutes until Angel nudges Chelsea off her and glares at me hungrily.
“Give me that cock,” she growls as she crawls across the bed to take my cock in her mouth. When she’s sucked me clean, she looks right up into my eyes and says, “I want to watch you fuck our cousin.”
“You already have,” I remind her.
“Yeah, but you didn’t know I was watching,” she says and then I look to Chelsea to see where her mind is. “But, I want to watch you take her from behind while she licks my pussy,” she adds in her attempt to take control of the situation. Chelsea smiles and winks at me and then suddenly wraps Angel’s long, blonde hair in her hand and pulls her back forcefully.
“I don’t remember letting you be in control,” Chelsea reprimands her; Angel breathes deep, ragged breaths, doing her best to hold back a smile. “Now,” she adds as she roughly places her hand over Angel’s pussy, “if you want this licked, you have to do something to earn it.”
“Yes, mistress,” Angel whispers.
Chelsea directs Angel back to the pillows at the head of the bed and makes her lie down before straddling her face while facing me. I raise my eyebrows at her impressed as she beckons me over by curling escort keçiören her finger at me. I don’t think my cock has ever been harder than it is now as I watch my sister eat my cousin out.
Stepping up to the side of the bed, she lowers her face down to my raging erection and wraps her lips around the head of my cock, sucking on it like a lollipop, flicking her tongue rapidly over the tip, teasing the hole, which I didn’t realize was a turn on for me. I almost shoot my load into her mouth right then. She feels my cock pulse at that and then removes her mouth from my cock.
“No cumming yet, cuz,” she says with a wink and then takes my full length into her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down as my sister continues to minister to her pussy. Chelsea moans as she sucks me off. I run my fingers through Chelsea’s thick, soft hair and then gently grip the back of her head. She struggles to look up at me and give me a wink as I begin to buck my hips back and forth, thrusting my cock against the back of her throat; she barely gags as the tip bumps against the wall of her throat. She taps my leg gently so I let go of her head and pull out of her mouth to allow her to gasp for air as she jerks my cock.
“You okay, love?” I ask and she nods with a devilish grin.
She sits back on Angel’s face, smothering her with her pussy and then grinds against her face for a moment. I crawl onto the bed while her eyes are closed, grip one of her full tits in my right hand while I suck on the one left free. Her hand presses against the back of my head, pulling me tighter into her soft flesh. I nibble on and flick my tongue against her pert nipple while I interval between pinching her other nipple and massaging her breast. Her breathing begins to become more rapid and ragged at the same time while small moans and whimpers escape her lips as my sister and I drive her towards an orgasm. All the while, my cock seems to grow harder and harder, which I didn’t think possible until in this very situation. Then without warning, her body shudders as her orgasm floods her entire body. I feel her fall against me, so I cradle her in my arms and help her lie down on the bed next to Angel.
“I’m soaked,” Angel giggles, her face glistening with Chelsea’s sex juices.
“You’re welcome,” Chelsea sighs and then giggles as she curls into my arms.
“Dave’s still hard, and I’m still horny,” Angel complains.
“Calm down, crazy,” Chelsea says sounding high as a kite, “we have tons of time before your parents will be able to get back.”
“But you said I had to earn an eating,” she pouts.
“And you did, just let me recover from the mind-blowing orgasm you and your brother just gave me, okay?” Chelsea says not one bit annoyed. “Show more patience and you’ll earn your own orgasm when I say you can have it.”
Angel and I exchange a baffled look; who knew Chelsea was such a Dom? I have to admit, it’s a bit of a turn on for me, although, could I be her Sub? I think I could, but I think I’d want to switch roles at some point, though. Right now, though, it’s making me horny as fuck to follow her commands; I’m tempted to leave Chelsea to recover while I pound my sister’s pussy into oblivion, but Chelsea’s in charge at the moment.
While we wait, Angel crawls over to cuddle up on my other side. She gives me a look that I know is just asking for a kiss, so I grin back at her and nod. She smiles as well and then presses her lips against mine, sending us into a soft, slow make-out session while we wait for Chelsea’s next instructions.
After a few minutes, Chelsea takes a deep breath and looks more alert. “Fuck, that was amazing,” she says and then pushes herself up. “I guess you two just couldn’t keep your hands off each other, could you?” she laughs.
“You were sleeping for the past ten minutes,” I tell her when I break my kiss with my sexy sister briefly. Her lips reattach to mine as Chelsea laughs at my response.
“Fair enough,” she says. “Now, blondie,” she says and my sister tears her face from mine, looking around at our cousin with a hungry grin, “bring me that pussy,” she commands.
Angel doesn’t have to be told twice; she quickly crawls across the bed and mashes her face against Chelsea’s, making out with her with more gusto than I’ve seen from her yet. I mindlessly begin to stroke myself as I watch the beautifully lewd and incestuous act before my eyes. I know I should be struggling with how wrong it is, but I think we’re all beyond that now. Honestly, I didn’t struggle with it as much as I should have; maybe there’s something wrong with me. Of course, if there’s something wrong with me, there’s something wrong with the girls too. Maybe we’re all just a little fucked up in the head, and we’re loving every fucked-up moment of it!
Chelsea rolls Angel onto her back and then lowers her face to Angel’s pussy and begins to eat her out. Angel’s eyes close as she digs her claws into the bedsheets. Chelsea looks up at me expectantly with her ass sticking up in the air. So I quickly walk across the mattress on my knees and get in behind her legs she spreads just enough for me to line up with her glistening pussy. She just came pretty hard a few minutes ago, so I know she’s going to be extra sensitive, which I know will just bring on one or more orgasms before I can even cum.
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