At night, he would sleep in our bed and pretend to be well-mannered, but I could feel his erect cock pressed against my thighs or ass, especially when he cuddled me, or his hand would brush against my tits. I would tell him to go to his own bed, but he would reply that he was too afraid to sleep alone.
One afternoon, I was cooking lunch when Steve came unannounced to check whether we were fine. I was in a knee-length skirt and blouse with a bra while Daphne was prancing around in a cropped top that was exposing not only her stomach but also the shape of her breasts and nipples as she wasn’t wearing a bra. Chris was busy outside making a slingshot.
“She’s beautiful,” commented Steve, looking at Daphne, who was reading a book in bed.
I lifted my head and saw that her tits were clearly visible but didn’t say anything because I knew she wouldn’t listen.
“How are you, Ingrid? Was missing you,” he said, caressing my ass and tightly hugging my 5’10 full-figured body.
“I’m fine,” I replied, removing his hand away from my ass.
“Come on, show some love. Have come just to see you,” he pleaded, putting his arms around my stomach and pressing his crotch into my ass.
“Please don’t do this,” I requested.
But he began cupping my boobs and kissing my shoulders and neck. To escape him, I removed his hands from my breasts to get away, but he spun me around and started touching and caressing me everywhere, including my thighs, ass, and tits, so I stopped fighting him and putting my head on his shoulder surrendered to his kisses and my rising desire.
“Wait here,” I whispered.
I went to Daphne and told her that Uncle Steve was taking me to the lake where her granddad used to fish and we would be back soon. Then turning toward him, I winked at him and we began walking toward the woods and were deep in the jungle when he pinned my back to a tree and started touching me and unbuttoning my blouse. His touch had reawakened the urge I had been fighting since arriving here, so hugging him tightly began kissing his lips, face, and neck, and then, lifting my skirt, removed my panties, and spread my legs for my own brother’s cock.
“Don’t waste time,” I said as he looked at me in surprise when he saw me taking off my panties.
He immediately unzipped his jeans and, forcing his underwear down to his ankles, started fucking his own sister. While his cock was making each and every fiber of my wet pussy ache for more, his mouth was all over my boobs and nipples, and my fingers were digging into his ass. He was biting and sucking my pink nipples like a hungry child, and his hands were probing my naked body. But since there wasn’t much time, after all, we didn’t want Chris or Daphne to get suspicious, so he fucked me really hard and came inside my pussy and on my thighs.
“Can I ask you something?” I said to him when we were walking back to the cabin.
“Yes.”
“You’ve done me before, haven’t you? When I was drunk?”
“Yes,” he confessed, without looking at me.
“How many times?”
“Don’t remember that.”
“Then I guess it was more than once. Was it good?”
“Yes, but today was the best.”
We walked the rest of the way in silence as both of us were lost in our own thoughts. After talking to Chris and testing his slingshot, Steve went inside the cabin with me and sat down near Daphne.
“I’ve brought something for you,” he told her, taking out a pair of silver earrings from his pocket.
“Thank you, Uncle,” she replied, spreading her red lips in a big smile.
“You’re like your mother,” he said, looking at me as I saw him stare at his own niece’s breasts.
“Come sit here,” he added, patting his thighs.
She, of course, went and placed her young tight ass on his legs and her clearly visible boobs near his face. Putting his arm around her bare hips, he began caressing her soft thighs while his other hand rested on her knees.
“If you want anything just tell me, OK,” he told her, kissing her cheek and embracing her tightly.
I knew where it was going, so getting up from the chair told Daphne to call her brother for lunch.
“Why don’t you stay back,” I asked him even though I knew that his eyes were on her.
“Already missing me?” he commented, feeling my ass.
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” he said, squeezing my tits and putting my hand on his erect cock struggling under the jeans.
It was late evening, and I was in bed still feeling the strong urge to have a man inside me when Chris and Daphne lay down next to me. Usually, it was Chris who cuddled me but today I turned my body toward him and, placing my hand on his chest and one leg across his crotch, I pressed my big boobs against his arm. I could feel that his cock was already hard and was rubbing against my bare leg, so I decided to try something. Turning to Daphne, I asked her to massage me, knowing fully well that she wouldn’t. When she replied that she was too tired, I pleaded with Chris, who immediately agreed. Lying on my back, I told him to unbutton my blouse but he just sat there looking at me.
“Come on, open it. Otherwise, how would you massage me?” I said in a harsh tone.
He sat down on my thighs and began unbuttoning it and then stared as my breasts and blue bra came into full view. Turning on my stomach, I ordered him to unbuckle the bra and massage me nicely. I lifted my body a little on my elbows as he opened the bra, pushed it over my shoulders and arms, and got rid of it. Sitting down on my side, he started running his fingers over my bare back and began gently massaging it as I lay there hiding the side view of my boobs with my elbows. Turning my face toward Daphne, I saw that she had turned her back toward us and was apparently sleeping, so I whispered to Chris to separate our beds as I didn’t want her to wake up.
Keeping my back toward him, I got up but then realized that I had to help him shift the wooden bed, so I turned around and, dropping my hands to my sides, lifted the bed and saw him stare at my naked breasts and pink nipples as he lifted the other side of the bed. Though he was openly staring at my voluptuous assets, instead of asking him to avert his blue eyes, I went and lay down on the bed, but this time on my back, and told him to massage my stomach. Sitting down near me, he tried to grasp the whole scene of me lying there with my big boobs fully exposed and nipples inches away from his open mouth.
Sensing that he was going to just sit there looking at me, I took his hands and putting them on my naked stomach asked him to massage me. He hesitatingly began moving his fingers near my belly button but just kept circling the area.
“Move your hands, you lazy bones,” I said, poking my bare knee into his stomach.
Without looking up, he brought his fingers a bit up and started running them over my stomach.
“Come on, haven’t got whole night. Do it properly,” I told him in an exasperated tone.
I closed my eyes as his hands began caressing my shoulders, and my neck, and then felt them cupping my big breasts and squeezing them lightly. Putting my hands on his hands, I squeezed my tits tightly and started enjoying the sensation of my own son playing with my breasts and noticed how his touch was making my nipples erect. While he was squeezing and cupping my voluptuous boobs, I began unbuttoning my blue shorts and, slipping my hand inside them, I started fingering myself right in front of him. When he saw me pleasuring myself, he stopped and began watching the movement of my half-hidden hand between my legs.
Instead of feeling any shame, I pushed his hands on my breasts and started squeezing them while my other hand continued to screw my pussy. With him sitting there looking at me while his hands were cupping my boobs tightly, I felt a sensation engulfing my whole body and soon my juices were drenching my fingers and my inner thighs completely.
Turning my nearly naked body toward him, I took his hand in my hand and, moving it toward my wet pussy, I guided his middle finger into my pussy as my other hand went inside his pajamas and, wrapping my fingers around his erect cock, I brought his cock out and began jerking him off. While my hand was on his cock, his hands were enjoying the feel of my big breasts, including the pink nipples, and the wetness of my pussy because within seconds I felt his warm cum all over my stomach and on my hand.
As he came, he looked up and saw that I was smiling, so I got up, brought the tissues, and began cleaning his cum as I worked myself to a second orgasm. I lay there for a couple of seconds and then, kissing his lips, I told him to join the beds. When I went to sleep, his hand was on my stomach and his crotch was nestling against my round ass. The next morning, I was taking a short rest after working in the garden, and Daphne was hula hooping outside when Chris sat down near me and started complaining that he wasn’t able to take a proper bath because there wasn’t a shower head.
“The bathtub is good enough for Daphne and me, but not you? You like being dirty, that’s all,” I replied after hearing him moan.
“Well, I can’t. I need a shower head,” he countered, scrubbing his neck with his fingers.
“Then go and get one.”
“There’s so much dirt on my neck and arms, Mom. If we can’t have a shower head, then could you at least wash my neck?”
“OK, get in the bathtub, will scrub it.”
Getting up from the chair, he went behind the curtain and then called me, so I got up and saw him half-stretched in the tub with his shorts on.
Sitting down behind him on the edge of the tub, I began scrubbing his neck and shoulders with the shower gel.
“My knees are also dirty,” he said, lifting his leg up. “Would you please scrub them, too?”
“No, my clothes will get wet.”
“Please, Mom.”
“Fine,” I said, lifting my orange skirt just above the knees and sitting down in the tub opposite him.
I began applying the body wash on his knees and legs and started washing his feet and toes. As I was scrubbing his feet, I realized that his sole was resting against my stomach and his toes were touching the front of my completely wet T-shirt and feeling the shape of my big breasts. But instead of removing his feet, I continued washing them, and then, moving a bit closer, I began scrubbing his knees.
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