The Silent Air Mattress Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Silent Air Mattress Pt. 01 by Teasedtoomuch,Teasedtoomuch “Here we are,” Dad said, pulling up to the ranch house.

“Here” was my uncle and aunt’s ranch, “we” referred to my dad, my mom, my sister Audrey, and myself, and “are” is self explanatory.

As the car came to a halt, we all began unbuckling, and as we each began stepping out of the car I was careful not to step on any of the flowers nearby. It was springtime; the wildflowers all appeared to be in full bloom, and it was beautiful. There were purple flowers, pink flowers, red flowers, orange flowers, yellow flowers, blue flowers, you get the idea: there were a lot of different kinds of flowers, way more than what I was accustomed to, and I was awestruck. As we began unloading our luggage from the car, however, the front door to the ranch house opened, and out came my uncle, my aunt, and their daughters.

The eldest of these is Sarah at 25, although she seems older. She has a really mature and caring vibe, and this impression is further helped by the fact that she is easily the tallest at 6’2″. She has long dark brown hair, brown eyes, a gorgeous face with a prominent nose, and her skin is easily the tannest, as she likely has spent the most time outside in her garden. Given the yellow sundress she was wearing, it was difficult not to notice how nicely it clutched at her narrow waist and wide, fertile hips, as well as how it elegantly outlined the slight swelling of her B cup breasts. Cousin or no it was impossible not to notice that she was a lot of woman, in a good way. Next there’s Cassie. At 22 years old she is the closest to me in age, only one year below my 23, and as a result we used to spend a lot of time hanging out back when they lived closer to us. All of the sisters look very distinct from one another, and Cassie is no exception. Cassie has very pale skin, red curly hair, and freckles all over her face beneath her round purple glasses. She is just two inches shorter than me at 5’8″, and her perky B cup breasts and perfect round ass accentuate her girlish prettiness well. This prettiness was only ever further aided by the devilish smile she likes to wear around me, as she seems to delight in teasing me endlessly. She was wearing some blue jean shorts that surprised me in their shortness and an off-shoulder pink peasant top. It too was small, small enough to reveal both ample white midriff and shoulders unobstructed by bra straps. Freckles covered her shoulders and seemed to enticingly dance their way across her clavicle to meet in the middle. Finally there’s Isabella, the youngest at 19. She is also the most socially awkward, seeming to want to go unnoticed, a difficult task given her physical features: she has double D breasts and a voluptuous ass, giving her 5 ‘7″ frame a dramatic hourglass plumpness and softness. Given that she has light brown hair in a bob cut with bangs framing her green eyes and cute button nose, and given that she too wears glasses, if you were to compare her to Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo then you wouldn’t be the first. Today she wore a skirt and an oversized t-shirt, just in case the Velma comparison needed to be easier to make, although they still weren’t enough to hide her well-endowed features. She often wore clothes like these, seemingly in an attempt to hide her body, but these efforts were rarely successful.

As we approached with our luggage they came out to greet us. My uncle and my aunt began asking my parents about the car ride, Sarah began asking my sister what she had been up to, and Cassie came up to me in a jog that seemed almost like a skip. As she did, her boobs rustled unimpeded by a bra beneath her blouse.

“Hey Jake,” she chirped peppily. “You been working out?”

I tore my eyes away from her boobs, flat white tummy, and freckled dainty shoulders to look her in the eyes, but her eyes were roaming my arms and chest. I looked down at myself as well.

I was wearing blue jeans and a green t-shirt that fit my physique well, emphasizing my recently bulky chest and strong arms.

“Oh yeah, well, you know, it’s good for my self confidence, and I like giving the ladies something to look at.”

Cassie gave me a mischievous, knowing smile, winked, and remarked,

“That is much appreciated by us ladies.”

I blushed. I didn’t really mean for that to come out as flirtatious, I was just trying to make a joke, but if you gave Cassie the chance she’d tease you for anything.

I looked away embarrassed and saw that Isabella was looking at my physique as well. Her eyes met mine, however, and she turned her head away, looking at the others.

I cleared my throat.

“Hi Isabella.”

She looked back at me and gave me a cute little wave.

Suddenly Cassie grabbed my hand that wasn’t holding my luggage and said,

“C’mon, lemme show you where you’ll be sleeping.”

She began pulling me behind her, which gave me the perfect chance to see her from behind, confirming that those shorts were definitely far too short. My heart jumped and my stomach lowered to see her pearly white ass cheeks shake and sway as they attached to her thin waist above and then descended into her creamy thighs below by that erotic gap and then bump that female thighs have. I knew that I shouldn’t stare but the opportunity felt too good to pass up. Her ass wasn’t the biggest but its shape was aesthetic perfection. Cousin or no I can’t resist gawking at a woman this beautiful.

She led me inside and then to the house’s loft, connected to the main room by a ladder. She ascended said ladder first, giving me even better angles with which to gaze upon her jiggling marshmallow cheeks. As she got to the top she looked down at me and caught my stare.

Smiling deviously again she said,

“Whatcha lookin at there buster?”

I put on my best beleaguered expression, rolled my eyes and said,

“Where am I supposed to look? I’m about to go up the ladder so I’m looking up the ladder.”

Cassie giggled and slowly circled her ass hypnotically above me.

“Uh huh. Sure thing big boy. Very believable.”

Cassie crawled out of sight, and soon after I followed up the ladder. When I got to the top of the loft, I saw that there was an inflatable mattress set up against where the wall curved to meet the ceiling. Cassie was kneeling in front of it, as the ceiling was too low to properly stand.

She spread her arm behind her and said,

“Ta-da! The prince’s goose-feather mattress!”

She jumped onto the mattress, lying on her back.

“And look!” She exclaimed. “You can jerk off all you like and no one will be able to hear you!”

She began pumping her right hand just above her pelvis, scrunching up her face and gritting her teeth, before making an explosion motion with her hand. Due to all this activity, her boobs also visibly jiggled up and down beneath her blouse.

She stopped, turned to face me on her side, rested her chin on her hand then wiggled her eyebrows, saying,

“Eh? Eh?”

This caused her breasts to rise to meet her bare clavicle, causing the tops of their flesh to appear over the blouse.

Admittedly, the mattress did not make any sound when she shook around like that, much to my surprise.

I looked back at her with feigned annoyance and real embarrassment, saying,

“Yeah right. I’m not gonna do…that…while I’m here.”

“Oh really?” she said, one eyebrow raising. “You wanna bet on it?”

“Bet what? That I’m not gonna jerk off while I’m visiting?”

I tried to sound incredulous and dismissive.

“Yeah bucko. How about this: if you can go the entire week without touching your willy to make it feel good, you get…umm…I don’t know. We’ll figure that part out later. But if you do at any point touch yourself, I get something. Deal?”

I shook my head, eager to dispel the idea.

“That’s ridiculous. What’s even the point? Plus, how would you even verify that one way or another? Also, this isn’t even really the sort of thing that I should be talking about with you.”

Cassie pouted, molding her lips into an adorable horseshoe shape and bringing her arms together, further pushing her pale breasts upwards.

“Pretty please? For your favorite cousin? It’ll be fun, and besides, I like to win.”

As she said this, her pouty masquerade dropped as a grin of mischief broke through.

Things were moving pretty fast and I was quickly losing all sense of self-enforced propriety.

“I still think it’s weird but…fine. Only because I know I’ll win.”

Cassie’s smile widened and her eyes shone.

“We’ll see about that buster. Also, don’t even think about lying to me. I’ll KNOW if you do. Okay??”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I said, clearly becoming uncomfortable.

Cassie bit her lip as she looked at me smiling, before saying,

“C’mon, the others’ll be coming inside any second now, and I got other stuff to show you.”

She got up and crawled over to the ladder, giving me yet another look at those wonderful supple marshmallow cheeks, before she descended the ladder and I followed.

After everyone settled in and we all had dinner, it was decided that my sister, my cousins, and I were going to watch a movie while my uncle, aunt, and parents continued to catch up. As we all settled into the TV room in the back, I grabbed the recliner, but as the girls started to look for places to sit on the couch it quickly became apparent that only three of them were going to be able to comfortably fit.

Without missing a beat, Cassie said,

“That’s okay! Plenty of room left on the recliner!”

And jumped onto the chair and began making herself comfortable on my lap.

Before I could even respond, Sarah said,

“Oh come on Cass. I can just sit on the floor if you want to use the couch.”

“You say that now but you won’t want to sit on that hard wooden floor for a whole movie you know. Besides, this chair is huge and Jake doesn’t mind.”

As she said this, Cassie turned to look at me and winked.

“It’s…fine, I guess,” I lamely muttered.

Sarah merely shrugged, Audrey shot us an inquisitive look, and Isabella just stared at us.

“So,” Sarah ventured. “What movie are we watching?”

“Barbarella!” cried Cassie.

“Barbarella?” Sarah asked incredulously. “That movie sucks.”

“Yeah, but we haven’t seen it in forever, and I bet Audrey and Jake have never seen it,” retorted Cassie.

Audrey and I both admitted we had never seen it, and Isabella quietly murmured,

“I wouldn’t mind watching Barbarella.”

Sarah shook her head and said, despondently,

“Ohh-kay, if you guys insist.”

As she got up and began looking for the DVD, Cassie said,

“I’m cold,” and got out of the chair to look for a blanket. After finding a big one, she returned to the chair and laid it over the both of us, before laying down and snuggling into me. With her hair in my face, I could smell her sweet vanilla scent directly, and it was intoxicating.

As it turns out, the movie itself is pretty much just campy 60s sci-fi softcorn porn, with the very first scene involving Jane Fonda stripping naked out of an astronaut suit. Just as this scene began, Cassie took my hands underneath the blanket off from the arms of the chair and placed one on her bare stomach and the other on the part of her blouse that covered her breast as she continued to wiggle her butt into my lap, all supposedly to get comfortable, but in reality obviously just to tease me. Immediately I grew an erection, and I tried to pull my pelvis back to avoid poking her, but relentlessly she continued to wiggle backwards, grinding it onto her ass.

Craning her head back, exposing her lovely neck to me, she whispered hotly in my ear,

“I’m still so cold. Warm me up, will you?”

And taking my hands again she began moving them across her breasts and stomach, inviting me to caress them. I took her up on her offer, gently fondling her boobs and bare stomach. After all, if she was gonna tease me like this, I might as well get back at her. Besides, I didn’t really have the self control to do otherwise anyways.

Looking down from this angle, I could often see her perfect perky white tits as the blouse separated from them, and I could see that she wasn’t wearing any pasties and that her nipples were a gentle and sweet pink color. Oftentimes during a sex scene Cassie would lean her head back, exposing her creamy freckled clavicle and adorable dainty shoulders, and she would whisper something or other crass to excite me, like,

“Do you wanna fuck her thighs?”

Or

“Do you wanna cum down her throat?”

These seemed to me like they might as well be rhetorical questions, so instead of answering I would just let my cock jump in response or I would lean down and kiss her neck or shoulder. Of course I would check first to make sure that no one was looking. No one was, most of the time, but just after Barbarella had sex with the angel guy, I nibbled Cassie’s ear and grabbed her butt, but when I looked up I made eye contact with Isabella. Her eyes were wide, and she was staring right at me. I looked back at the movie and tried to look nonchalant.

Nibbling your cousin’s ear isn’t that weird…right?

I just hoped she wouldn’t think much of it.

After that I was more careful, and having regained some of my senses I pulled back from all this groping and moved to just lie next to Cassie. Cassie looked at me, looking a little disappointed, but I simply motioned to the other girls with my eyes. She nodded and got off me. Her hand however, found its way to the top of my bulge, and remained cupped there until the end of the movie. As the credits rolled, she got out of the chair, and while Audrey was saying that the movie did, in fact, suck, I excused myself and crept out of the recliner, trying my best to hide my boner as I hunched out of the room. As I did so, Sarah briefly shot me a glance, and Isabella watched me for longer.

That night, as I lay in my new bed, having stripped down to just my red boxers, the events of the day replayed in my head, thinking about Cassie’s smile, her white and soft skin exposed by her titillating outfit, her sweet alluring scent, and how arousing it was to have her wiggle and tease me for the whole movie. I desperately wanted to masturbate, but I knew I had to resist; I too am competitive, and I wasn’t going to cave to her efforts so easily. I had to show that nothing she could do to me would make me buckle. Besides, it still wasn’t a great idea to actually fap to the idea of her. At the end of the day she was just doing all this to mess with me for the fun of it, and it’s not like we could actually have sex. Having said that, things were getting a little out of hand. With some distance from those events, it seemed a little crazy that things went as far as they did. Either she really doesn’t think much of what we were doing or she really just doesn’t have much reservations about doing those kinds of things if it suits her purposes. I wasn’t going to overthink it though. It was fun, and I only had to survive the week. Thinking about it, however, I was beginning to realize that if every day was going to be like this one then I might be in some trouble. Horny and concerned, I eventually fell asleep.

Cassie’s lips wrestled with mine, until her tongue pushed its way past them and into my mouth. We kissed deeply, as one of her hands tussled my hair while the other played with my left nipple. Groaning and opening my eyes as I looked below, I could also see Isabella, topless, her magnificent tits swaying as she sucked on my right nipple and her right hand stroked my thigh. And just above that thigh, there was Sarah, her thighs straddling my torso as she rode my cock, sensually thrusting her hips back and forth on a pendulum while she held her head back and pinched her own nipples, moaning huskily. As this continued, I felt like I must be getting close to cumming, until…until…

“C’mon, get up already you lazybones.”

I awoke, and opened my eyes to see Cassie in an oversized white t-shirt, her legs bare, her red hair in a bun, straddling my boxers with the blankets pulled down, her hands playing with my nipples as she leaned down, her face inches from mine.

“Well, there’s at least one bone of yours that isn’t lazy,” she whispered, giggling, as she wiggled her crotch on my boner.

I groaned, making sure that it had an exasperated inflection and not an aroused one.

“Oh, there’s another one,” she said, grinning. “You were moaning in your sleep. What were you thinking about? Or should I say, WHO were you thinking about?”

Cassie straightened her posture, now sitting on my lap, as she began to lazily grind on my crotch while she continued to play with my nipples.

“It’s okay if it’s me. It’s also okay if you have a wet dream. Anything is permitted, as long as you don’t touch your junior.”

Continuing to grind on me, she made an exaggerated contemplative face and said,

“Well, junior isn’t so junior, now is he, big boy?”

I put my hands under her legs, grasping them and lifting her like I was threatening to push her off, causing the back portion of her ass to rub against my dick as I said, drowsily,

“Stop messing around. Why’d you have to wake me up?”

Cassie grinned and scootched back until she was no longer sitting on my crotch but sitting on the mattress just between my legs, her arms supporting her on the mattress behind her, her crotch millimeters from mine, her legs now straddling my torso as her feet came to rest on each side of my head. The big toe on her right foot played with my ear and the toes on her left foot smothered my mouth as she grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it up, revealing tiny red bikini bottoms between her creamy thighs and flat alabaster stomach. She giggled looking at my shocked expression.

“C’mon, we’re all about to go swimming at the pond. Bring your loosest swim trunks”

She briefly squeezed my dick with her thighs, pressing it against her crotch, winked, and turning around she began slowly crawling on her knees towards the ladder, her shirt still pulled up. From this angle it was revealed that her red bikini bottoms were in fact a thong, as her practically naked ass swung jiggling side to side, oscillating from diagonal to diagonal as she crawled. In that moment I became completely out of my mind horny and I wanted desperately to just jump up and fuck her from behind, but just when it felt like the last of my restraint had been sucked away, she made it to the edge of the loft, pulled down her shirt, and climbed on to the ladder. She looked at me, raised her eyebrows in mock excitement, and pretended to jerk off the top of the ladder before smacking her hand in play disapproval and then descending.

As I lay there on the inflatable mattress, halfway sitting up, I tried to collect myself, as all I could think about was how winning this bet was going to be way, way harder than I thought it was.