Gary, Becky and Me (A Teenage Incest Story) Part 2
Gary, Becky and Me (A Teenage Incest Story) Part 2
Dont you dare stop. Im going to cum sooohh good. I wish
Gary was here with his big dick. Becky, having said that,
started spraying small jets of female cum, soaking my hand
and bed sheets.
Me too, I blurted, just before the fireworks exploded
throughout my body. As I was cumming, I imagined Garys
sweet face looking down at me, smiling, with his hand jerking
his magnificent cock, spraying his hot cum all over my tits
and face. When the intense feelings subsided, I put my arms
around Becky and we kissed sweetly.
She said; I love you.
I said; Me too. We fell asleep wrapped in each others
arms, dreaming about the incredible sensations we had
just experienced. I was sure that I would remember that
night the rest of my life. I would find out later that it would
also have a great effect on Gary also. Apparently Gary had
looked in on us shortly after we fell asleep, to ask a question
about homework and found us nude, wrapped in each others
arms.
The next morning it was all I could do to drag myself out of
bed. I was a little sore in places I had never been sore before
and completely exhausted. I was also a little apprehensive
about Beckys feelings toward me. I should not have been
concerned at all. She was as chipper as always and acted
as if nothing had happened. I jumped into the shower first
because I needed it badly. When I stepped out of the shower,
Becky was waiting for me with a towel. She handed it to me
and said; Good morning. I trust you slept well.
Are you kidding? I slept like a baby. What time did we finally
go to sleep?
I think it was after two, but Im not complaining.
Having said that she grabbed the towel from my hands and
started to dry my back.
You dont mind, do you? She proceeded to give me a vigorous
rubdown. After she did my back and hair, she spun me around
and kissed me on the lips, grabbed both of my ass cheeks with
her hands and ground her pubes into mine. She then dipped
her head and latched on to my right nipple with her hot, wet
mouth. Now I must explain that when stimulated, my areola
wrinkle up to ovals about the size of silver dollars and
my nipples poke out about an inch and a half. By the time she
switched to my left nipple, and sucked it into her mouth,
they were both very stimulated.
Your nips get me so hot.
The feelings that I had experienced last night were coming
back to me white-hot. I could tell by the look in Beckys
eyes and the way she was breathing that she was feeling it
too. However, with my parents in the kitchen, and who knew
where Gary was, I broke from her grasp.
I cant do this here, now. Id be horrified if we got caught,
I said to Becky frantically. I quickly picked up my nightgown
and towel and rushed out of the bathroom and crashed into
Gary as he was walking up the hall. He put up his hands to protect
himself and briefly grazed my erected nipples as my body
made contact with his. I tripped and practically fell to
the floor but Gary was able to grab my arm to keep me from falling.
By the time I righted myself, I became aware that Gary was
staring at my mostly uncovered body with the strangest
look on his face. He held on to me for several seconds, staring
before Becky broke his spell by saying; Is that a new dance
their doing these days?
That caused Gary to come out of his trance and turn beet red.
He mumbled something intelligible and turned on his heels
and quickly left. Becky gave me a smirky look before heading
back into the bathroom to take her shower. I continued on
to my bedroom to get dressed and contemplate Beckys and
Garys effect on my body. When I entered my room I realized
my nipples were hard and distended as much as they had ever
been and my cunt was literally on fire, causing sexy cream
to leak down my thighs. But I had to be strong. I had real misgivings
about the things that Becky and I had done last night and
this morning. Kids at school refer to girls who do those
things as lezzies, like they were very perverted. I would
die if someone found out. Furthermore, these feelings
I was having towards Gary could only lead to trouble also.
The feelings of deep love I had for my brother were somehow
being inflamed by my awakening sexuality. I was very confused.
Becky went home after we had breakfast and my parents, Gary
and I had to get ready for a swim meet that we would be participating
in later that day. Gary is the best swimmer in our school.
However, I am not as proficient, mainly because of the plows
on my chest. Due to their buoyancy though, I can swim all
day. I just cant swim very fast, but I love to swim, so I am
on the team. We had to make a road trip out of it, because the
school we were playing was close to where my Moms sister,
Carla, lived. We were going to her house after the meet,
so we didnt travel on the team bus like we normally do.
The meet went great. I took two thirds and a second place
(my first), and Gary won all five of his races, setting school
records in three of them. On Garys last race, I was watching
him on the starting platform. He looked beautiful. Tall,
handsome, finely toned muscles, almost a man in the prime
of his life. While admiring his almost perfect form, my
eyes drifted down to his package (as Becky referred to
it), nestled in his white Speedos. I scanned the other boys
and I saw that they didnt seem to compare in that department.
Garys was so prominent that it drew my eyes to it, again
and again. I tried to ignore it, but try as I might, I couldnt.
Looking back, I think I was aware of it for some time before
that point, but I didnt let it enter my conscious thought
until that afternoon. Since the eventful night with Becky,
I seemed to be thinking about it all the time. He was poised
up on the platform for five or six seconds before he dove
into the water, and I stared at his bulge the entire time.
When he pulled himself out of the water after that last race,
my eyes went right back to his groin, only his equipment
was even more noticeable due to the wetness from the pool
water. I ran over to him to congratulate him with a bunch
of other kids, and when I got the chance, I hugged him for
what he had accomplished and for being such a great brother.
And for the first time, I was aware of the pressure of his
genitals against my body. I held the contact for as long
as I dared, and also for the first time I could remember,
Gary held me close and let me be the one to draw away.
After the swim meet we went over to Carlas house and had
dinner. After dinner, Gary went for a jog and I decided to
take a shower. While we were doing that, Carlas five year
old twin boys threw all of Garys and my clothes into their
swimming pool, leaving us with nothing to wear on the way
home. Since my Dad didnt want to wait for our clothes to
dry, Carla gave me one of her old muumuus to wear. She gave
Gary some old shorts from her ex husband. Now I must explain,
Carlas ex was only 59 and rather puny. So it was all Gary
could do to get into those shorts and zip them up.
So we jumped into our station wagon with our hand me downs,
Gary and I in the back seat and headed for home. The trip would
take two hours, and since I dont like long car rides, I usually
fall asleep barely a half an hour into the trip. So when my
head started rolling around on my shoulders, Gary grabbed
my arm and pulled me over to lay with my head in his lap, a common
practice on long road trips.
Most of my girl friends with brothers complain about them
as pests or worse, but as I said before, Gary and I are very
close. He has always been very considerate and protective
of me. Even when Becky and I tease him mercilessly, he never
seems to get upset with me. He also seems to have a sixth
sense about my moods and feelings and almost always finds
a way to make me feel better. I consider myself to be very
lucky.
Well there we were, in the back seat, with my head in his lap,
in the dark, and all of a sudden, I wasnt tired at all. I started
thinking about the naughty things that Becky and I had done
the night before. Then I realized that my head was lying
on one of the topics of discussion, barely contained in
the very skimpy shorts that Carla had loaned to Gary. I was
lying with my face looking forward, and if I turned my head
down just a little bit, I could see as well as feel the lump
under my cheek. It was also clear to me that the length of
the lump was almost down to the opening of the pant leg and
that he wasnt wearing any underwear. And then something
truly remarkable began to happen. The lump was changing.
The soft lump was expanding, distending dangerously close
to the shorts leg opening. This thing continued to grow,
pulsing with his heart beat. I closed my eyes, thinking
they were playing tricks on me. I opened them and realized
that they were not, for the lump was still there, still growing,
getting harder, until finally the very tip was peeking
out of the pant leg. And it still grew. When the car would
pass under a street light, the glow would illuminate this
continuously growing thing. I was transfixed. I couldnt
tear my eyes from that lurid sight. Next, incredulous to
me, the head of this lump popped out of the pant leg like
some surreal jack in the box.
Well it was not really a thing or a lump. It was Garys cock,
and it had become hard as a rock. The cock thing was now four
inches beyond the pant leg, and still growing, lifting,
until it was throbbing against my cheek. It felt so smooth
and hot against my skin. It was also leaking some shiny fluid
from the tip. It was then that I realized that I had been holding
my breath for some time. All of a sudden I exhaled and started
breathing again. I also became aware of my reaction to these
extraordinary circumstances. I was becoming tremendously
aroused. My nipples were stiff and tingly and my cunt was
creaming between my thighs. I was so turned on that I wanted
nothing better to do but dig my fingers into my leaking twat
and cum like I had done with Becky the previous night.
I was overwhelmed with curiosity of what Garys take was
on this, so I slowly turned my head to look up at Gary and was
astonished to see the relaxed face of Gary sleeping deeply.
He wasnt aware that his cock was sticking out the bottom
of those ridiculous shorts at full attention, or what its
effect was on me. He was apparently having an erotic dream,
probably of some hottie cheerleader. What I did next even
surprised me. As I turned my head back toward his lap, my
lips bumped into his hardness, smearing his slimy pre-cum
on them. I tentatively tasted his residue on my lips and
found it quite intriguing. I stared at this snake monster,
close up, for half a minute or more, watching it throb, mesmerized.
Overcome by the moment, I dipped my head and swiped the crown
of his manhood with my tongue, licking up a large drop of
pre-cum. Apparently my tongue caused this oversized organ
to pulsate and another drop leaked out of the tip and started
a slow run down the slope, and of course I was compelled to
swipe it up also.
Now two things happened simultaneously that brought me
to my senses. Gary stirred and emitted a stifled moan and
my Dad said; Wake up you guys, were almost home. I immediately
jerked to a sitting position and slid to the other side of
the back seat. I began to panic. My brothers gigantic cock
was sticking out the leg hole of those inadequate shorts
and I was fearful Mom or Dad might see him like that and they
would know my head was in his lap a very short time ago. I nudged
Garys leg with my foot. He woke up with a start and immediately
became aware of his condition and tried to cover himself
with his hands. He glanced over at me and I returned his gaze
with a shit-eating grin. He stared at me for thirty seconds,
trying to figure out what I knew and I responded by turning
my gaze toward his crotch before looking away. When we got
home he practically ran into the house, and the next time
I saw him he was wearing his regular sweatpants.
The next day was Sunday and Becky called first thing and
wanted me to tell her all about the swim meet. I told her to
come over and bring her swim suit and we could lay out by the
pool and I could tell her everything. My parents go to church
on Sunday mornings and they were going to some church picnic
afterwards. Gary usually practices with his baseball
teammates on Sundays, so Becky and I had the house to ourselves,
I thought.
My parents had the pool put in two years ago because both
Gary and I were going out for the swim team. They arent rich
by any means, but with a little belt-tightening, they were
able to swing it. I was very glad they did. Becky and I spent
most of our summer days sunning ourselves by the pool. A
lot of our friends would come over and swim in the pool on
weekends and during the summer. Gary and I would swim laps
almost everyday.
Becky came over about 10:30 and since it was going to be over
ninety degrees that day, I fixed us some lemonade to drink,
to help us keep cool. Becky was dressed in a bright yellow
thong bikini and I wore my white bikini. Becky could always
pull off wearing something outrageous like that, but I
never had the nerve. She looked really hot. The thong barely
covered her bush and I couldnt help but notice the impressions
her nipples made on the thin material of her top. However,
I tried to put that out of my mind, for I was still not sure
about the things we did the other night, even though I thought
about it a lot.
Then Becky did something that completely blew my mind.
Before she settled in the lounge recliner, she proceeded
to remove her thong and top saying nonchalantly; Since
nobody is here, Im going to get an all-over tan. So tell
me, how did the meet go? As she asked, she took a rather long
glance at the cleavage created by my bikini.
It went cool. I got a second place and two thirds, and of
course Gary won all five of his races. We slaughtered them,
they didnt have a chance, I answered, bursting with
pride. And Gary set three school records.
Far out. Im so proud of both you and Gary. She leaned over
and hugged me and I was very aware of her breasts pressing
into mine. Stop thinking about those things, I told myself.
It seems everywhere I turn those thoughts were creeping
into my head. If it isnt Becky, its Gary. And if isnt Gary,
its me. God her tits look great. I wish I could caress them
and suck on them. I want to finger-fuck her until she cums.
I am so horny. I practically give my brother a blow job, and
am I ashamed? Noooo!!!!!! All I could think about last night
as I tried to go sleep was that I wished I would have taken
his hot prick all the way into my mouth and made him cum. I
am sure I will go to hell for sure.
Where are you? Becky said, bringing me out of my deep thoughts.
Oh Im sorry, I guess I was daydreaming.
Was he wearing his white Speedos?
Who?
Gary, you nitwit.
Yea, I guess so. Yes, yes he was.
Becky said; I get so hot when he wears them. You can almost
see every vein in his cock. I wonder how big it gets when its
hard? He is bigger soft than most boys hard.
I was just starting to take a drink of lemonade when she said
that, and I choked and sprayed it all over the front of her
body. When I finally stopped choking I said; You are such
a pervert, and youre making me one too. I picked up one
of the towels and started to wipe up the wetness from her
body, created by my spray. Becky pushed the towel away,
held out her right arm in my direction and said; Lick it
off.
What? I said puzzled.
I said lick it up. You made a mess all over my body, and I want
you to lick it all up.
No way. I said with little conviction.
Yes, way. She answered, waving her arm directly in my
face.
I looked at the droplets all over her arm for several seconds,
and then said; What the hell. I grabbed her arm, pulled
it toward my mouth and started licking up the offending
moisture with my tongue. I started with her fingers, licking
all around and between each finger. I slowly worked my up
her arm to her shoulder. When that arm was completed, she
waved the other one in front of my face saying; Now this
one, but Im going to point where to lick. I dont think you
got everything on the other arm and Im going to make sure
that doesnt happen with this one. She pointed at a drop
and said; Here. She moved it a couple more inches and said;
Here, and here. Each place she pointed, my tongue would
follow, making like a puppy dog, up here arm until I reached
her other shoulder. She reached into her bag and pulled
out a small cosmetic mirror. She aimed it so that it reflected
her neck, and started pointing out places on her neck and
chin that I should service. Here and here. She next pointed
at her half open lips. Here; she said again. I stared at
her mouth for several seconds, looked up to her steady gaze,
then back to her lips just as her tongue swiped them from
corner to corner, moistening them with her saliva. Here.
She repeated, more demanding, perturbed by my hesitance.
I didnt see any drops on her lips, but the situation was
having an effect on me. I dipped my head and licked her upper
and lower lips thoroughly.
Oooohhh; Becky purred. She trembled, her breath hissing
between those hot lips. Then she started moving that ever-wandering
digit again, up to her cheek, brow, forehead and back down
again to her lips.
I already did your lips. I said, pleading.
Do them again, theyre still sticky. When I bent to lick
her lips once more, her hand stole around behind my head
and forced our mouths into a deep soul kiss. I tried to withdraw
from the kiss, but Becky wouldnt allow it, holding my head
with both of her hands, her hot mouth glued to mine, her tongue
probing to the inner reaches of my mouth. She was making
little noises in the back of her throat and I heard myself
moan, from deep inside. Our breaths were ragged and urgent.
Then she broke off the kiss and pointed at her neck. My lips
again took up the chase. Every place that indomitable finger
went, my tongue and lips were right behind, licking, kissing
and sucking. The finger kept moving to her ears, neck and
upper chest. When the finger dropped to the upper slope
of her left breast, my lips dutifully followed. I was in
to her little game now and there was no more hesitation.
Becky next set her finger on her left nipple and I licked
just above her extremely puckered areola.
Lick it here. She demanded, tapping the aroused nipple
several times. I licked just below the same nipple. She
let out a little moan of frustration. Please. She begged.
I proceeded to take little portions of her tit just around
the outside of her nipple, sometimes even the edge of the
areola and draw it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.
Every time I did this, her hips would flinch and she would
emit a plaintiff squeal. Becky moved her finger to her right
nipple, hoping for better cooperation. I followed the
finger but gave that breast the same treatment. Finally,
spurred on by Beckys begging and my own arousal, I decided
enough was enough and latched onto her over stimulated
nipple and drew it deep into my mouth. Aaaaaagghh, Becky
wailed, her hips started moving continuously. I switched
my attention to her other nipple and received the same response.
God, that feels sooohh fucking good.
What happened next changed my life forever. Up to this point
I was a young girl with raging hormones, caught up in extraordinary
circumstances. I was kind of like a willow in the wind, not
making my own decisions. But now, I was at a crossroad of
a path to utter decadence. I could say that it was Beckys
fault, or her finger, or Garys fault. But at that moment
I had the power of my will to which course I would take. So,
when Becky tapped me on the cheek as I was sucking on her aroused
nipples, I could have ignored it and got up from Beckys
undulating form and told her that I didnt want to see her
anymore, that I was not that type of girl. But I didnt. As
that digit pointed out little splashes of moisture, real
or imaginary, lower, on her belly, I followed along like
a puppy. I was lost in my own arousal and the power my lips
and tongue had over Becky. When her finger reached her bush,
I lathered it with my tongue with growing enthusiasm. The
aroma emanating from below was an overpowering aphrodisiac.
Just below that furry little bush was the most extraordinary
clitoris, close-up. I didnt wait for the fingers direction.
I started whipping that joy stick with my tongue like a maniac,
causing Becky to go into a series of climaxes, one right
after the other. When I sucked that magnificent clit into
my mouth, Becky grabbed the back of my head, jamming my mouth
on her sex and started rotating her hips and screamed. Immmmmmmm
cccuuuuuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnggg!!!!!!!! As she came
she was discharging copious amounts of fluid all over my
lips, tongue and face, drenching me in a river of cum.
Becky took about two or three minutes to recover, all the
time little convulsions would rack her body intermittently.
Oh my goodness, that was mind blowing. That was the best
cum Ive ever had. Becky pulled me into her arms and said;
Thank you. I love you. We held each other tight like we
did the other night, reveling in the most incredible feeling.
For Becky, it was enjoying the arousal and multiple climaxes.
For me, it was the satisfaction of bringing those feelings
to her.
Becky finally broke our embrace and reached for her glass
of lemonade and threw the contents directly at me, drenching
me with the sticky fluid. She looked at me with a gleam in
her eyes and said; Your turn. So it became my responsibility
to direct her to lap up every bit of moisture on my body. In
the process my bikini had to be peeled back, inch by inch,
followed by her licking lips and flicking tongue. After
she gave my tits a workout, she quickly buried her head in
my cunt. The slow buildup was not necessary in my case. The
ministrations that I gave to Beckys fantastic body had
me aroused like never before. My nipples were hard as diamond
chips and distended like miniature penises. They were
so sensitive that I had little climaxes every time she sucked
them into her mouth. My cunny was leaking sex cream like
a river. When Becky latched onto my clit as I had done to her,
my response was very similar to hers. As the climaxes were
being ripped from my body I heard a noise to my left. It was
like a strangled little grunt. I turned my head in that direction
and was shocked to see, just inside the open patio door that
leads into the house, a large cock with a string of pearls
of pre-cum dangling from the tip. When my eyes adjusted
better to the semi-darkness of the interior just inside
the door, I saw a familiar large hand with red hair, wrapped
around that magnificent organ, jerking it off at a frantic
pace. I slowly raised my eyes up the contours of that familiar
body until they I came to his face. When my eyes locked on
his, he got a pained look on his face. His body jerked and
I quickly lowered my eyes back down to his super hard cock.
Within a split-second, the first blast erupted from that
cannon, flying the four feet between us and hit my left shoulder.
The second, more powerful shot reached my cheek and left
ear. The remaining shots were less powerful, but had tremendous
volume. Rivulets of semen were strewn between them on the
patio ground. The spectacle of Garys ejaculation brought
on my own final mind bending climax and pulled me down a black
hole of sensation and ecstasy. When I finally regained
my senses, my gaze returned to the open patio door, but Gary
had left. However, the residue of his ejaculations was
very evident on the patio ground. I then reached up to wipe
away Garys semen from my shoulder and cheek, and shocking
to me, I put my fingers smeared with Garys cum in my mouth
and licked them clean. Since Beckys head was still buried
in my lap, she wasnt aware of the interchange between Gary
and I, or that she had help in bringing on my climaxes. I quickly
threw my towel on the ground to cover up the evidence.
Gary was not supposed to be home, so I was anxious to find
out why he was. I also had trepidation on what he thought
of me. I loved Becky as a close friend, but I loved Gary much
more deeply, on many levels. I was apprehensive and excited
about what the future held for Gary, Becky and me.
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