The next day was the let-down of being the last day. I'd envisioned waking up with my morning package, slowly yet insistently nudging against Lily's bottom. My strategy would've worked, if Lily hadn't been already up and about.
Even so, I wanted it so bad, I coyly called out, "Oh, Lily!" I didn't even get a hum from the refrigerator in response. I spoke her name loudly, to no further effect. I could smell fresh coffee, but nevertheless. I started getting much more interested in the coffee as my other interest naturally faded. Finally limp, I went and had a big horse piss, then got dressed enough for coffee.
I'd just poured a second mug when Lily slid in through the sliding door, dangling her empty mug.
"Last morning stroll on the beach?" I smiled.
"Yea," she smiled back. "You'll go back down with me again later, won't you?"
"Of course. In the meantime, allow me to replenish your mug."
So we sat on the sofa sipping our coffee, feeling a little sad. We finally broke for a slapdash lunch of eating up what we didn't want to throw away. We wound up back on the couch. With a full belly, I scooted down on my end and dozed for about twenty minutes. It was the perfect nap, and I was happy to be woken by Lily, nuzzling me awake, obviously refreshed by her own micro-nap. She was whispering in my ear, poking the words in with her tongue, "C'mon, time for last beach."
We went down to the surf, in clothes, nestling on a bench to watch the ever-surging show. My arm was around Lily's waist, holding her clenched tight against me. Her arm was around my neck, like you could take her brother away from her only after prying away her cold dead fingers.
We didn't talk much; there wasn't much reason for words. We just so enjoyed existing side-by-side. Finally Lily whispered, "We're both super-smart. Why don't we invent something that makes us so rich we never have to worry about jobs and money, so we can just stay like this forever?"
For over an hour we stayed just like that, lightly snuggling and nuzzling and watching the pretty waves roll in off the Gulf. Sometimes we would connect for coy little kisses. Eventually we started getting a little restless, squirming around on the bench. I looked Lily in the eyes and declared, "Despite all the excellent everything else, just sitting here with you has been I think the best hour of my entire life."
Lily raised her head up enough to lightly kiss me on my lips. "Thank you," she murmured, "thank you so very much."
In unspoken unison, we rose from the bench and headed back.
Once inside, we emptied the fridge and cleaned up the kitchen. Then we moved to the bedroom. We needed to strip the bed and wash the sheets, and probably flip the mattress as well. We were on a roll of getting done the things that needed to get done, until something more pressing needed to get down first. It started with Lily shooting me a smirky look over her shoulder as she bent down to untuck the first corner of the fitted bottom sheet.
The sheets didn't move, except to ripple around us as we rolled into nakedness, getting set to soil the sheets one last time. Lily wound up riding me, like a prize-winning jockey guiding a thoroughbred to the wire, but then more like a wired gal going crazy atop her brother's nice stiff thankful cock. My sister came like crazy, and it came so fast. She was moaning her surprise, and then I was drenched in her juice.
Lily slowed way down, riding me gently, barely able to open her eyes. "This is what I want," she murmured, her eyes recovering, showering gold down upon me. It ... it was exactly what I wanted, too. What a wonderful intersection!
It was a perfect moment. I was biting the insides of my cheeks to keep from coming quite yet. My sister had no such resolve, and I didn't blame her. I encouraged her.
And then we heard the front door whamming open. There were some fast squeals, and then the door slammed shut. The quick clicks of locks shut into place. That dissolved into the universal sounds of a boy and a girl racing down a hallway to have sex.
Lily and I were stopped, in our tracks, with her sunk all the way down on me. It sounded almost like our little beach friends, but they were not only gone, they certainly didn't have the key. It was almost like the ghosts of Jack and Jill were running down the hall.
A girl raced into the room, reduced to just her panties. Lacy light mauve ones--I had yet another new favorite color. She was pursued by a guy who looked pretty ridiculous, down to a dress shirt, the front tails parted by his poking out cock.
It was Paul and Paige, our younger cousins we hadn't seen in years. Now apparently all grown up.
She gave a little shriek when she saw us. Paul instantly started apologizing, "Mom said you guys were flying out today at nine."
"In the evening," Lily fairly cooed, "not the morning." Her hips began lightly grinding again, her cunt grasping me back to full-throttle.
Paul started flagging and back-pedaling and pretty much babbling about how they'd just go away and come back later.
Paige, however, was just eyeing us. "They do do it, too. I told you!"
At that point, Lily started riding me aggressively. She scooted us over. "Bed's pretty big," she gasped on a down-stroke. She eyed the young lovers. "Plenty of room for a little family reunion."
Paige pushed at her brother. "Get naked, and get on your back! You know what happens next." Her panties slunk away. And then Paul and I were two bros, lying side-by-side, ridden by our sisters like it was a rodeo competition.
The girls got their orgasms and relaxed. Us guys were ready for more, though grateful for the interlude. Paige was the first, reaching over to stroke Lily's breast. Lily returned the favor, increasing the interlude. Then they leaned even closer, savoring a long slow tongue kiss.
I don't know about Paul, but I was proud to still be in control of my cock. I thought about fire and brimstone to keep from shooting when their kiss kept going on. The girls broke away and started attending to their boys. But now they rode us at a conversational speed.
Lily started telling Paige, thus Paul, about the encounters with our young island friends. I kept trying to shush her, but Paige kept shushing me! "Shut up! This is so hot."
Paul and I just got used to the fact that our sisters were going to keep us up, but at bay.
"So when did you guys start?" she asked Lily, then turning her sparkly eyes down on me. She leaned over and nuzzled faces with Lily. "Maybe when you too were almost fifteen?"
There was a slight silence that I chose to fill. "Actually, we just discovered these things about a year ago."
"Really?" Paige sort of squawked.
Her cunt must've given his cock a hard squeeze. Paul too sort of squawked, "I always thought the total opposite. I've always thought of you two as the perfect couple, even if you had to marry and mate with others."
Lily turned her attention to me. It was like I was on an exercise machine. My arms had been at rest as my hands lightly caressed the globes of her ass. But then that ass starting going up and down and I had to hold on. My sister rode me at an excruciating pace; fast, but then slow. After regaining my interest quite again, she simmered down to keep me at bay.
"Yea, turns out we both had these dirty urges from early on, but we were both too shy and polite to make the hints to each other obvious enough. But I think we've done a pretty great job of making up for lost time, don't you?" she turned to me. "Every time, I feel like I'm almost fifteen."
All I could do was groan. My hands were mauling my sister's tits. She sat there, impaled on me, not visibly moving. Though her pussy muscles were at my cock like a pair of hands wringing out a washcloth. It was at the last second that she saw to stop, at once, realizing she'd gotten me going ahead of schedule. All I could do was groan. A groan that Paul recognized, but which just made the girls giggle.
"It was you guys that got us started," Paige confessed.
"Tell me more," Lily said, as Paul gave a groan himself, the long slow syllable of No-o-o!
We all knew the start of the story. About ten years before we'd traveled down to Florida with our folks, staying for a week at their house.
"That time you guys got to go out with the grown-ups for drinks and dinner ... while we got left at home for pizza and soda," Paige sputtered.
We all knew how Paul had unwittingly stepped into the unlocked bathroom just as Lily had gotten out of the shower, a towel around her waist, but her tits on full display.
The continuation of the story, the what-happened-next that we'd never heard before. Paul had retreated to his bedroom, touching himself lightly but waiting for the sound of us driving away. Then he started going to town thinking about Lily's breasts. Paige had barged into his room unannounced; once she saw his cock, she was hooked. They both lost their virginities that night, while the rest of us were off with drinks and dinner.
Paige brayed at me, "The rest of the visit, I kept trying to accidentally barge in on you, but you always kept the latch locked! You're so mean! What would've happened when I was almost fifteen and you guys weren't doing it?"
At that point, Lily and Paige turned to one another. They both had question mark eyebrows. They both nodded, the question marks unfurling to become exclamations!
.... There is more of this story ...