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  He gently places a finger between the left cup and my skin, and ever so slowly slides the sheer fabric away.

  My taut breast and hard nipple can’t take it!

  Thumper sucks my breasts, and then pulls away, as he quickly doffs his shirt.

  I’m squealing, a high-pitched noise that I can’t help but make, and Stinger grins and his tongue lightly flicks my pink nubs.

  I explode, as he gently works his lips around it, sucking on it like it was the rarest and most tasty fruit on Earth.

  My hips lock around him, grinding into his bulges, as I ride him, coming.

  My panties are soaking, and now Thumper moves to the other nipple.

  He and Stinger alternate back and forth, anointing my tits with saliva.

  Each time one of my tits is licked, the other one is given a playful pinch.

  The intense feelings drive me out of my mind, and my eyes roll back in my head, as I begin a long series of orgasms.

  I jerk and buck, my head spinning with all the sensations.

  I grab Thumper’s head, forcing it into the valley between my heaving orbs, crushing him to me.

  His face is buried in there, as Stinger moves his hands beneath me, to unzip my pants.

  He’s quick, and soon they join the jacket on the floor.

  The blouse clings to me as we all rolls on the bed.

  The satin sheets crumple up around me, and the slick, cool feel of the material brings me momentarily back to my senses.

  I sit up briefly, to doff my blouse, and help Stinger slide off my pants.

  I shove them over the side.

  Then, I toss my bra after them.

  It hits Stinger’s head, and slides off, causing all of us to laugh.

  “Oh, Keith-David, my darling! I thought you were …” I start to say, but he simple shuts me up with another deep kiss.

  My breath is coming in gasps when he pulls away, because I almost came, again.

  He’s wonderful!

  Everything he does brings me a new level of intimate pleasures.

  I desire his cock in me, becoming crazed with lust with every passing minute.

  My own musk fills my nose, and the heady, raw animal scent that wafts off of my lovers.

  Stinger and Thumper!

  At last, we can be together!

  Thumper is behind me, spooning my back, his cock nestled against the crack of my ass.

  Stinger is in front of me, his chest my pillow, as I gaze into his beautiful blue eyes.

  My hand gently strokes Stinger’s penis, as Thumper reaches around my body, and pinches my nipples.

  I can feel his cock slowly moving between my legs, and my pussy glistens with my juice as it fills with hot blood.

  My nether lips swell with passion, seeking to grab the tip of Thumper’s cock, with each gentle passage.

  Once in a while, Thumper groans, as the tip presses against my rosebud, and he pushes it gently.

  A small drop of precum wets my asshole, and I love the slick sensation of Thumper’s penis rubbing my backside and pussy.

  Stinger takes my hand and kisses my fingers, then gently sucks each one.

  He places it back on his cock, which is turgid and bulging with lust from my ministrations.

  He leans back, against the headboard to the bed, and my face naturally falls to his lap.

  His cock is oozing precum, and I gently lick the tip, tasting the ambrosial liquid.

  My tongue laps at his crown, licking gently underneath, and around as he moans with pleasure.

  He grabs the base of it, squeezing hard, and a small drop of cum bleeds out, which I greedily lick off.

  I swallow it.

  It’s salty and exciting taste makes my nipples get harder, and my pussy throbs.

  Thumper’s penis is stroking underneath me, hitting my clit at the top of each stroke, and coming back to punch my bottom as he pulls back and forth.

  My hairs are wet, and stick to his shaft, as he maneuvers to be able to enter me.

  My groans of pleasure cause my mouth to open, and my hot breath is bathing Stinger’s cock.

  Stinger puts his other hand behind my head, gently but firmly buried in my hair, and his bobbing cock stretches towards me.

  I open wide to swallow it whole, but just then, Thumper’s penis finds an opening, and slides half of its length into my pussy.

  I scream with pleasure, the tightness of it all so exquisite and maddening!

  My screaming mouth falls over Stinger’s huge cock, and I plunge my face down, down into his groin, as he pushes the back of my head hard.

  His length swells in my mouth, filling it fully, and then passes into my throat, sealing it tight.

  My throat constricts automatically, and I feel his meat crammed all into my face, my lips working to get it all completed into my hungry mouth.

  My saliva is flowing and coating his cock as he thrusts and withdraws in time to the pushing and pulling from Thumper.

  I can feel like I want to gag, but his dick moves in and out so fast, there’s no time to even think about it.

  Then, the twins pin me between them, and rock my world.

  First, one pushes and heaves into me, from behind, my pussy throbbing and aching for more, ever deeper, ever faster.

  Thumper’s hand is busily massaging my diamond-tipped clit, my juices soaking his fingers as he urges me closer and closer to an orgasm.

  Stinger’s dick fills my mouth and throat, it’s precum so copious that it’s almost like drinking from a water fountain.

  I swallow greedily, sucking down every drop, moaning around his huge dick.

  My head is forced, again and again, by Stinger’s hands, all the way down his pole and onto his legs, as he skull fucks me.

  I can’t barely breathe, my senses completely overwhelmed with lust and passion, as the two of them piston into me, and I seesaw from one of them to the other in mere seconds.

  The action picks up pace, as I spread my legs wide and flip over so that now I am on my back on the bed sheets.

  My hands claw the sheets, pulling wildly at them, my hair tossing back and forth across my eyes as the two brawny men use me.

  Thumper’s dick is slick with my pussy juices, and he withdraws his cock, sliding it up to my tight asshole.

  He gently inserts the tip, and rubs my vagina with his other hand, while pushing my ass cheeks apart.

  Then, he slowly, agonizingly pushes into me.

  I feel him fill me up, groaning with the delicious tightness of it, the ecstasy of having him in my forbidden hole.

  He thrusts in and out, pushing me against Stinger, whose massive manhood is suffocating me.

  I am caught between the two of them as they push and pull me in every direction, filling my holes with their hot spunk as they both come at the same time.

  I try to scream, but my mouth is closed tightly around the slippery shaft of Stinger’s mighty, spurting penis, the jets of hot spunk filling my mouth and throat and then bubbling up and out of my nostrils.

  My nipples, rock-hard and on fire, find themselves sucked by Stinger. They slide into his lips, as he nips at them and licks them like they are luscious fruit.

  Then, he bites them, in turn, and the pain is exquisite in its sharpness and focus.

  I yell in pleasure, but only succeed in creating a small gap, that Stinger takes advantage of by pushing the final millimeter of his manhood into my throat.

  My eyes see flashing lights, as I feel blackness closing in…

  Thumper comes, and my ass is completely swollen by the immense load of steamy jism shooting from his magnificent cockhole.

  I shudder and shake, my own orgasm finally grabbing full hold of me as I jitter and shake like a mindless puppet, supported only by the fleshy spears of my twin stepbrothers.

  I quiver in oblivious pleasure, my loins gurgling and my pussy opening and closing in rapid pulses, my ass ravaged by Thumper’s huge pole, my throat and mouth bruised and ruined by Stinger’s equally massive
dick.

  —————

  Then, I am floating, barely conscious, as my brothers stroke my body gently, soothingly, with hands soaked in essential oils, calming me, returning me to my bedroom…

  Where I find myself completely wrung out, my bedsheets soaked, and my dildo buzzing on the floor, my legs and arms akimbo as I sprawl out.

  —————

  Is that what I should tell Mom?

  My fantasy of how I want to fuck my stepbrothers until we all lay, exhausted and sated, from a forbidden orgy of taboo lust?

  What would she think of me?

  —————

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  BEA

  I come back to reality, my Mom still sipping her tea.

  She looks serious, and thoughtful.

  The birds outside are announcing the onset of dusk.

  Bees buzz around the hives, and the scent of approaching rain is in the air.

  It’s beautiful, and gorgeous.

  Mom turns to me, setting her cup down.

  “Beatrice, I am not sure how to broach this delicate subject with you, so I just suppose I am going to have to be honest and blunt about … my secret,” says my Mom.

  I sit there, still in a haze of worry and concern that maybe she is going to flip out at seeing Stinger and I kiss like that.

  Mom sips her tea, again, and then looks out the window.

  “You know, dear, I may be old, but I’m not blind,” she begins.

  Oh, shit!

  “The idea of you having…relations, with your stepbrother is a common fantasy for girls in your situation, but it rarely works out, you know,” she goes on.

  I nod sagely, but my mind is thinking I need to just get up and run out of this conversation.

  “A long time ago, things were different,” she says, sighing.

  Mom looks out the window again.

  “Is it really all that long ago? I really must be getting old,” she says.

  Suddenly, I am wondering just what the fuck Mom is going on about.

  “He was drafted into the First Gulf War, you know,” she says.

  “Dad?” I ask.

  She turns to face me, and I can see her expression.

  It scares me.

  “Oh, God, no!” she laughs, suddenly.

  “Your Mom wasn’t always so prim and proper, Bea,” she tells me, seriously.

  “I don’t want to give you the wrong idea, here, but I used to really like to party, and mostly with the wrong crowd, and the leader of that crowd was Derek,” she explains.

  What the hell is she telling me this for?

  “Derek and I were thrown together at a family function, and, well, you know that feeling of being smitten immediately, that ‘love at first sight’ junk?” she asks.

  I nod.

  “It’s not junk, sweetie,” she murmurs, “Sometimes, it is real.”

  I stare at this strange woman, who has somehow taken my Mom’s place in front of me.

  “Huh? I mean, I really don’t need details, uh, you know, TMI?” I stammer.

  Mom chuckles and sips another sip of tea.

  “These lips have been around plenty of cock, honey,” she says, honestly.

  “Some of it was pretty good, too,” she raises an eyebrow at me.

  She sips another sip.

  I am flabbergasted!

  “Why are you, uh, telling me this, Mom? It’s pretty uncomfortable for me to know…” I say.

  Suddenly, Mom is looking at me with an intensity rarely seen outside of the face of a Justin Bieber groupie.

  “Beatrice, I want you to understand something, something very important to you, in this world!” she almost shouts.

  She grabs hold of my two hands in hers.

  She looks in my eyes, and I see she is almost crying, now.

  “Bea, love is the most important thing you will ever experience, sweetheart! I want your life to be full of love, and the passion that come with true love!” she says.

  I nod, near tears myself, but from fear or empathy I am uncertain.

  I keep telling myself I don’t want to hear the next words coming out of her mouth, but it’s like watching a slow-motion plane crash.

  “My true love died in Afghanistan, Bea,” she confesses.

  “And, he was my cousin!” she says, then begins to softly cry.

  I hold her, hoping to comfort her in some manner, but I am just too stunned by her revelation to react.

  Mom cries for a few minutes, then composes herself.

  “We met at a reunion, you know,” she says.

  “It was summertime, and the air was clean, and he was young and so was I, and he looked so handsome,” she recalls.

  “I was a silly, foolish girl, who didn’t understand all the problems that people put on themselves, what with trying to save face, or social climb, or anything at all about how evil the world can be to young lovers,” she says.

  “He worked for my Uncle, in a brickyard, so he was all muscles and charm, and cocky,” she says.

  “If you know what I mean, sweetie,” she grins, conspiratorially, and winks.

  I am shocked!

  My mother is talking sex with me!

  And using innuendo!

  How funny!

  “Anyway, Derek took a liking to my way of doing things right away, although I don’t think either of us picked up on how we were actually related,” she says.

  “I remember asking your Gramma who that stud was, and I think she thought I meant Michael, one of Derek’s friends, who also worked for Uncle Stanley,” says Mom.

  “She told me that he was just another grunt in the brickyard, and I remember telling her I thought he was a dreamboat, and she just laughed, and forgot all about it,” she continues.

  “Later that week, we had ‘the talk’ and then, satisfied I was a ‘real-girl’ all ready to go out and sin, she gave me a Bible and pushed me out into the harsh world of dating,” she laughs.

  “Only, it wasn’t Michael I had set my sights on, it was Derek,” she sighs.

  “And, what a whirlwind romance and disastrous time that turned out to be, Beatrice,” she says, looking at my hands.

  “Derek knew we were cousins, but didn’t let on at first,” she says.

  “It was only when things got serious between us, that he finally confessed our…problem,” she tells me.

  “He was a god among me, and treated me like a goddess! I can’t go one day not thinking of how that man could make me feel! It was unlike anything before or since!” she says, recollecting.

  She takes one of my hands, and looks at the lifeline.

  Then she looks out the window, again.

  Mom takes my hand and squeezes it.

  “We knew it was wrong, but we couldn’t stop it. We tried, believe me, we tried,” she whispers.

  “But, nothing could stop our love,” she says.

  “Until he was sent away, with his Army buddies, to overseas,” she whispers, again.

  “When Derek was killed, it ended the most exciting, vibrant and thrilling time of my entire life,” she says, then looks shocked.

  I return her gaze, thinking darkly that I must not be very important to her.

  Her only child.

  The crushing realization that maybe I was some kind of consolation prize begins to creep in on me.

  Mom sees the look on my face, and gives me a big hug, and kisses my nose.

  I giggle, but it’s a close call.

  “Oh, my! I must be making you very uneasy! No, no, Bea, don’t mistake what I mean! Of course, having you was the best thing that ever happened to me, but this is romantic love, my dear!” she says, awkwardly.

  “Derek was my soul-mate, and when he left me, alone and … pregnant,” she pauses, as my eyes grow wider.

  “When he left to go off and fight, my own family shunned me,” she says.

  “And, when he died, no one came to his funeral but his mother and me,” she says, looking sad.

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