The Wedding Invitation Pt. 03

I awoke to the pleasant sensation of someone gently massaging my left breast.

I say “someone”, because for an instant, I did not know who it was. Vague recollections of the previous evening were coming back to me. Copious amounts of alcohol had been consumed, so it was no wonder that my memory was unclear. I do recall that my cousins Peter and Dave had returned with us to the cottage after the wedding and that we had all cooled off in the pool. Oh, and there were certain shenanigans that were coming to mind. Ultimately though, we crashed, and the boys needed somewhere to sleep, so I graciously offered them to share my queen bed, on the strict proviso that we fall asleep with no funny business. I can report that the boys kept their end of the bargain.

But now the sun was up, and it was another day, so apparently, for “someone” the rules slate was wiped clean.

Last night, when we went to bed, I was the meat in the sandwich, with one cousin either side of me. So who was this gentleman, giving me a wake up call? I glanced over my shoulder to be met with the smiling face of cousin Peter.

“Good morning, Julie,” was all that he could say, as he tweaked with my nipple.

We were in the spoon position, and I could detect an erect penis pressed hard against my back.

“Good morning, Peter,” I replied, as my hand reached behind me and wrapped itself around his morning wood.

“I had a great time last night, thank you and oh, thank your mum too,” he added cheekily.

I recalled that Peter had dragged mum out of the pool and fucked her on the grass, while dad, me and Dave looked on admiringly. I also recall that just prior to that, Dave had me up against the side of the pool and fucked me from behind. Did I say there were some shenanigans last night?

“You are very welcome cuz,” I honestly replied. It had been a fantastic night. The wedding was a blast and the after party one to remember.

I languidly stroked Peter’s lovely cock. The brothers were blessed with magnificent penises, and they were skilled lovers. I could feel my pussy getting wet and I wanted that cock inside me. No time for foreplay. I was excited by the fact that one brother was going to fuck me while his brother lay asleep only inches away. It seemed so incredibly naughty. The trick was to do the deed without waking him up.

I guided Peter’s cock to the entrance to my fanny. Lightly, he eased his knob in, and with no resistance, as my pussy was so terribly moist, he easily went all the way in. Mindful of his brother asleep next to me, he fucked me slowly and gently, building a smooth momentum. The feeling was sublime, his thick cock filling every inch of my pussy. With a free hand he was softly kneading my boobs.

There is nothing like a morning quickie and I knew that we could both cum fast, pure instant gratification without the need for a long, slow build up.

“I’m cumming,” Peter softly whispered in my ear.

“Do it,” I whispered back, “I’m cumming too.”

With that I felt a torrent of cum fill my hot, moist cunt. Peter’s cock pulsed inside me, as a shudder coursed through my body.

In the heat of the moment, I did not realise that my left arm was resting on brother Dave’s shoulder, and in my passion, I gripped it tightly, awaking him from his slumber.

He awoke with a start, sitting up abruptly, momentarily unaware of his circumstances.

The scene was hilarious and there was no controlling the laughter as Peter and I reacted to his stunned face.

“Are you two rooting?’ was all he could say.

“Oh, and good morning to you too Dave.” I replied sarcastically, “we were rooting, until you so rudely interrupted us.”

“Oh sorry, I could go back to sleep, but what am I going to do with this?” he said, pointing to his own raging morning wood.

“Hmmm, well, you can’t accuse me of playing favourites, here I know what you can do with it,” I said.

With that I rolled on my back and spread my legs. Dave hopped on top of me and with no effort he entered my gaping cunt, that had so lovingly been prepared for him only seconds before by his brother.

Two morning quickies I thought to myself. This is a first and what a way to start the day. I felt so terribly, terribly naughty, but at the same time on a sexual high that I had never experienced before. Never had I been in bed with two men, let alone my cousins. It felt doubly titillating that the man who just fucked me was watching on as I was getting fucked again.

Dave pumped away, my pussy was squelching, having been filled with Peter’s massive load and my own cum. The feeling was exquisite, Dave’s cock sliding effortlessly with such lubrication.

“Cum now Dave, I want it now,” I begged him.

“Yes, yes,” Dave mumbled, eager to cum for me.

For the second time in minutes, I experienced wave after wave of cum fill my pussy. I just knew that the sheets were going to be saturated. I could feel the jizz cascading down my legs, my vagina overflowing, unable to contain the tsunami of cum.

Dave rolled off and collapsed beside me. I was left panting on my back. Peter was on one elbow surveying the scene, no doubt well satisfied with the start to his day. He leant across and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. We lay silently, taking in the moment.

“Well that beats a morning wank!” was all Dave could say, reducing us all to tears of laughter.

Seems our ruckus had woken the parents as mum appeared at the open doorway.

“Good morning you lot,” she said, “you’ve started early!”

“Early worm gets the bird, Aunty Claire,” was Peter’s clever mixed metaphor reply.

“Very clever Peter, and I think we can dispense with the aunty bit, after last night,” mum replied with a smile. “So, when you have your strength back, we will have some breakfast.”

“Your mum is a champ, I mean you are too Julie, but she is a crack up,” Peter admiringly declared.

Breakfast sounded appealing as I was starving, so we dragged ourselves out of bed and into the kitchen.

Dad was already there making coffee. As if I had not had enough cock, there was my dad and his glorious member, looking gorgeous in its flaccid state. Surely I am the luckiest girl in the world.

“I am going to give your parents a call boys. It’s going to be another hot one today and I thought we could have a bbq lunch around the pool,” mum suggested.

The boys nodded in agreement.

‘Julie, we are going to need some more food, so can you and the lads go to the supermarket and pick up some things. I’ll give you a list,” mum added.

“Sure mum, we will have a dip first then go,” I said.

Soon, breakfast was out of the way. I helped mum clean up and then it was time for a quick swim. All five of us dived in and the floated around. There was no vigorous activity, as we were all a little tired from a big night before and of course, for me personally, a busy morning.

The boys reminded me of a bit of a problem. They only had their clothes from the night before and that seemed a little formal to go to the shops. My plan was to wear a simple sundress and that was all, no underwear.

“How about you guys just put on your pants and your shirt, no shoes, and since I’m not wearing any undies, you can’t either,” was my suggestion.

“I guess so, we will get mum to bring a change for us,” reasoned Peter.

So it was into the car and off to the shops we went.

I was feeling so frisky, a sense of being almost naked in my light, see through sundress. I had a little plan in my head. I reached across to Peter with my spare hand and began rubbing him on the crotch. I wanted the boys to go into the shops with erections or at least half hard.

“Hey Dave,” I called out to him in the back seat, “give yourself a bit of a rub, I want to see you walking around the shops with a hard on.”

“You are crazy Julie, do you want to get us thrown in jail?” he argued.

“They won’t throw you in jail and what do you care, you live two towns away, no one knows you here,” I replied convincingly.

“Ha ha, yeah, you are right, why not give the locals a thrill,” he agreed.

We pulled up in the carpark and got out. I checked the boys out, both had semis at best, and it wasn’t immediately apparent that they were going commando, but the thrill was still there. We made our ways through the aisles and filled the trolley. We got some more alcohol and then time for home.

Back home and in the front door, off came the clothes. The boys were particularly happy as they had been rather hot walking around the shops in their suit pants and long sleeve shirts. But we had deserved a beer so that was our reward as we unpacked the shopping.

“Thanks, kids, for doing that,” mum said as she helped put the food way. “I have spoken to your mum and they are thrilled to join us. Now I know that they are very comfortable with being naked, so I told them that we would not be bothering with clothes and they can nude up when they get here. She thought that was a great idea, so no need for us to get dressed.”

I was pleased to hear this. Of course, it was no surprise to me. Carol and Steve were often naked on the farm, especially around the pool. It was probably a relief to know that they didn’t need costumes because it is quite likely that they didn’t own any!

With everything ready, we cracked a bottle of white and sat around the table in the shade of the patio. Soon there was a knock on the door.

“Come in, it’s open,” dad called, and we all stood up to welcome our guests.

There were hugs all round. Steve had a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine with him which dad grabbed and put in the fridge.

“So glad you guys could make. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable,’ mum suggested.

They certainly didn’t need to be asked twice. Carol was wearing a light cotton sundress, a beautiful sunflower yellow, with an elasticed bodice. With one swift movement she raised it over her head, revealing the fact that she was not wearing any underwear. Carol looked fantastic. She was only two years older than mum and she was very active working on the farm, so she had a trim figure. Her breasts were mid sized, meaning she could get away without wearing a bra. I certainly never saw her in one when I visited. She had a glorious all over tan and her pubic hair was neatly trimmed rather than shaved. Steve was equally casually dressed in just shorts and a t-shirt and when he dropped his pants he wasn’t wearing underwear either. Steve was well tanned too, but he had the tell tale “farmer’s arms”, where there was a clear difference in the tone of the skin from wearing a shirt when working on the farm. His bum and front was nicely tanned indicating that when he was off duty, he was mostly naked. This was exactly my memory of Steve and Carol when I visited. Of course, it had been a while since I had seen his cock, but I remembered it as being a good size and even soft as it now was, it looked impressive indeed.