Chapter 4: What Happened in Pennsylvania?

The day after I did my neighborly duties and protected Mrs. Davis from the sun, someone knocked on my front door. It was a long shot, but my hopes rose while I hurried to see who it was. When I opened the door, it wasn’t Mrs. Davis; it was her daughter, Susan. She said, “I’m back,” and pranced like she had to pee. “Joe, you’re not going to believe what happened while we were at my aunt’s house.”

You’re not going to believe what happened here, either, I thought. Too bad I can’t tell you. I motioned for silence, indicating that my mother was in the next room. Susan’s expression showed her disappointment. I knew how she felt, except hers would be relieved once we got outside. I wasn’t ever gonna get to tell her my story. Chris had made it very clear, no matter what, our moment in the sun, had to be between me and her, only.

At her regular volume, Susan said, “I need to go unpack and talk to my mom.” Then she whispered, “When they leave, meet me in my backyard.”

My dick had gotten hard. I wondered if it was in anticipation of hearing about what happened or seeing Susan? I suspected the latter because I had wanted to kiss her the second I saw her. Even though I had fucked her sister in every hole, and had incredible sex with her mother, the time I spent in the attic with Susan, was special to me. Maybe it was the intimacy of it or the long conversation we had, or perhaps it was the thought of that beautiful hole my finger had penetrated, but not my cock. No dick had ever been in there. Well, not before her trip. What if that was her big news?

Susan smiled shyly, squeezed my arm, and turned to go. I watched her bounce down the three steps and walk toward her house. She still had those thin legs, but at the top of her thighs was that bulging butt. It seemed older, or maybe it got bigger? It flared out like an ass that belonged to an older girl. It was probably my imagination because her ass couldn’t have matured much in a week, but Mrs. Davis’s youngest daughter had a sexy ass.

I waited in the living room, looking out the front window, hoping my mother wouldn’t get suspicious. My imagination went wild. There were so many things that might have happened with Susan, Jasmine, and Mr. Davis while they were away. Did Susan finally have proof that her father used that massive tool in Jasmine’s pussy? Susan and Jasmine could have given him a blowjob like I had seen Susan and her mom do.

“Since when do you and Susan have a thing together?”

It took a second before I realized my mother said something and longer to comprehend it. Shoot, did she notice the hard-on I had when I closed the door. “Mom, what makes you say that? We don’t have a thing, whatever that means.”

“Well, I have never seen you talk to her before, and now she’s calling on you at the front door. Seemed curious, that’s all.”

I wanted to say, I swear, I didn’t finger her in the attic, but instead, I spent ten minutes minimizing and explaining how Susan and I were just friends. I also told her I was interested in Susan’s sister, Jasmine. Mother gave me a stern warning that I shouldn’t use Susan, or mislead her, to get to her sister. I received the advice wholeheartedly, nodding my head while the Davis’ car backed out of their driveway. Excitement flooded my balls. I told my mother I’d be outside, which was the truth, but I didn’t mention that I’d be next door where I had fucked two of my neighbors.

Susan was by the pool when I entered the backyard. She was wearing the same shorts and T-shirt I’d seen at my house. I was a bit disappointed that she wasn’t naked, but also glad. If anything happened, I wanted to undress her or at least watch the clothing fall from her body like that day in the attic. She motioned for me to lock the gate. When I did, my penis seemed to smile. The gate had been locked when I shot my sperm into Mrs. Davis’s glorious hole.

As I walked by the chair we had done it on, I asked Susan, “How old is your mother?”

Susan gave me a curious look and said, “She’s thirty-one Why?”

“No reason. I was just curious.”

Susan sat on a towel next to the pool with her legs crossed like an Indian, just like that first day in my room. Trying not to be obvious, I looked at her crotch, hoping for a peek into the leg opening. It probably became obvious once I was staring at the soft, pale skin. It was so close to her pussy lip that the slightest shift of the material would let me see her slit. I soaked in the view then focused my attention on Susan’s face. We made eye contact, and I felt a strange connection to her. Susan seemed to be staring deep into my soul.

“Tell me, what am I not going to believe?” I asked.

“Where should I start?” Susan said with a deep sigh. “There are two things, and you have to promise, really promise, you will never tell anyone, not even Jasmine. She knows, but she can’t know that you know. Do you promise?”

How many secrets am I supposed to keep? I glanced down at Susan’s crotch, again, but this time her pussy was visible. The puffy mounds of flesh were slightly parted. My mouth watered.

“Well, do you promise?” she said.

I mentally shook off the image of Susan’s slick, pink slit and stared at her face. “Of course, I promise. Now tell me, I can’t wait.”

“Okay, you better not tell anyone, I’m very serious.”

Susan had already told me about her parent’s lifestyle, and she knew I had seen what happened to her in the backyard, so this had to be huge, I thought. Or Susan was acting her age and making a big deal out of nothing. “I’ll never tell, I swear.”

“Alright, you know my aunt lives on a lake, in a very remote part of Pennsylvania, right?”

I nodded.

“It’s a summer vacation spot. People don’t live there during the winter, but it’s great during the summer. She has a huge yard and boat. It’s fun, you know. So, me and Jasmine left her house to go down to the recreation center where the beach is. We were gonna walk, but we changed our mind. We wanted to take the boat, so we went back to tell my aunt and dad. We had only been gone five minutes, but we didn’t see them where they had been, so Jasmine went inside. After a few seconds, she was motioning for me to be quiet and follow her.”

When Susan paused for air I said, “And.”

“Jasmine put her finger to my lips to make sure I didn’t say anything. She pulled me by the arm. I followed her toward the back where the bedrooms are. As soon as we got to the hallway, I heard my aunt’s voice, but not her normal voice, the one I’m used to. And, she was talking dirty.”

The images that flooded my mind put a tent in my shorts. I shifted, trying to allow my cock to rise so it wasn’t poking straight out. Susan’s crotch was still exposed, and I was pretty sure there was moisture I hadn’t seen before. She watched me adjust my dick and gave me a smirk that made me think I might get to fill her tender body. What if her father had already done that? Was that where this story was going? No, there was no way I wanted to imagine Mr. Davis’s arm-sized dick inside Susan. I canceled out the thought by remembering how tight she had been on my finger. He wouldn’t fit. “Keep going,” I said.

“Aunt Jane said, ‘I missed this huge cock of yours. Let me taste it. It’s so good to suck my baby brother again.’” Susan’s face brightened. “We were both peeking in the door. I was sitting down, and Jasmine was standing behind me. We saw my dad in front of my aunt with his dick pointing straight at her face. She had her hand wrapped around it, taking it in and out of her mouth. It reminded me of that time I told you about when I saw Jasmine sucking our father.”

“Wow.”

“My aunt was sucking so loud and taking a ton of it down her throat. You wouldn’t have believed it. Even my mom can’t get more than half in her mouth. Aunt Jane was taking almost all of it. I almost gasped out loud when she tilted her head back and gulped all of it down her throat. My dad said, ‘That’s it Jane, take all of my cock like when we were kids.’ Then he grabbed her ears and started rocking fast. It looked like he was trying to choke her. I could see her throat expanding as it went down. It was like when a snake eats a big rat. Then after a minute or two, he started groaning loud. Finally, he held it down her throat, his ass jerking, pumping a little bit in and out. He said, ‘That’s it big sister, eat my cum like you always did.’”

“Phew.” I blew out and dragged my forearm across my forehead.

Susan continued, “Joe, I noticed a strong girl smell. When I turned my head, Jasmine’s crotch was right there by my face. There was a big wet spot on her bathing suit. I could smell her stuff. It was strong. I’ve smelled mine on my fingers, but hers was so strong I couldn’t believe it. That’s when I noticed it wasn’t just her bathing suit, the juice was on her thighs, too. She caught me looking at her and motioned for us to go.”

“Susan, did he fuck her. Did you watch him fuck his sister?” I was panting.

“Let me finish. I’ll tell you everything, in order,” Susan said. “All the way to the canoe I went crazy talking to Jasmine about how unbelievable it was. Even knowing everything we already knew, neither of us imagined our dad doing his sister. Not behind our mother’s back. We agreed not to say anything, to anybody, until we had time to think about it more. We kept going over it in the boat, though.”

When Susan paused, I wanted to grab her and shake the rest of the story out of her, or maybe I wanted to jump on her and fuck her. My cock and balls were throbbing.

“After a few minutes of paddling toward the rec center, I looked back at my sister because I felt like I was doing all the work. Sure enough, she has her tits out, she’s feeling herself up with one hand and has the other in her bottoms. Not rowing, at all. I told her if she didn’t help we would never get there.”

“Seriously? What did she say?”

“She told me she couldn’t help it; she needed to get off, again. I said, again, is that what happened in the hallway? You were getting off, and stuff was running out of you? She said, ‘Yeah, doesn’t that ever happen to you?’ Then she pointed out a grass field surrounded by trees and told me to head for it.”

In my excited state, I tried to rush Susan along. “What did she do? What happened next?”

“Don’t rush me and pay attention. You know me and Jasmine don’t get along, right?”

“Right,” I said.

“This part is going to blow you away. We got out of the boat, and she ordered me to take off my bathing suit. She was already taking hers off. Joe, her pussy was completely bald, really, like mine, bald. She shaved it. I looked around to see who might be able to see us, but she didn’t seem to care. She spread a towel on the grass and told me to sit down.”

“When I was sitting, Jasmine asked me if I had ever gotten off so hard that stuff squirted out of me. I told her how I got wet on your hand that time in the attic, but that was it.”

I flashed back to that day in the attic. My hand was between Susan’s legs, and her body went stiff. It released, then it stiffened again, and her pussy soaked my fingers. I wasn’t going to make it to the end of her story without messing my shorts.

“Jasmine sat right in front of me. Then she spread my legs like this.” I watched Susan straighten her legs and open them until they formed a V. “She put her legs over mine, straight out, too. Like if you put your legs like mine, except put your knees over my knees. That’s how we were sitting.”

I gave her a questioning look. “Huh?”

“Ah, let me show you.” Susan got up, took her shorts off, then she sat in front of me with her legs over mine. The sun hit her skin and revealed a fine layer of peach fuzz that I had never noticed. The wetness between her partially open lips glistened. I had a scary thought about holding her down and fucking her, but I mentally slapped myself.

“Jasmine pointed out this spot right here,” Susan said and spread her pussy lips. “She told me to touch it. She said, ‘That’s your clit. It’s what makes you get off.’ I told her I knew that already, but I never got as wet as she had outside my aunt’s door. Jasmine licked her fingers and started circling her clit. It’s a big bump on her. She leaned back and opened her legs, even more, rubbing fast. The longer she went, the wetter her thing got. Joe, she was moaning. Her stomach started convulsing, and her legs stretched. Every muscle was bulging. She jerked up and down, like this.” Susan thrashed her pelvis. “My sister squirted all over me. I thought she pissed, you know how she is, but it was too slimy and clear.”

“When Jasmine finished getting off, she put her wet fingers up to my mouth and told me to taste it. I didn’t want to, but she shoved them in my mouth. It was sweet, not nasty. I kept sucking on them. Joe, don’t get the wrong idea about me. I’m not, you know, I like boys.”

I couldn’t speak. My balls were going to unload in my shorts while my brain painted pictures of Jasmine’s perfect cunt squirting girl cum on Susan. I wanted to taste it, too. “Ah, well, um, what happened?”

Susan sighed and touched herself. “My sister told me to try it. She wanted me to see if it would happen to me. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but I was too excited. I started fingering myself the way she showed me. She watched me while sliding a finger in and out of her hole. It was only a minute before I felt an orgasm building in me. I worked my fingers faster while picturing my dad’s giant cock vanishing down Aunt Jane’s throat, and Jasmine’s hole spraying me with cum. I thought of the wonderful taste in my mouth. Then, pow, my body stiffened the way it did in your attic, but nothing squirted out. I got super wet, but nothing shot out of me.”

It was as if I had been right there in the field, waiting for Susan’s pussy to squirt. I gasped when I realized I wasn’t breathing. My mouth salivated while I stared at the dewdrops of excitement on Susan’s hairless slices of labia. I needed to know how she tasted.

“Wait, there’s more,” Susan said. “Jasmine looked frustrated because nothing happened. She said, ‘Let me help, I know you can do it, you’re my sister.’ At first, I was happy to hear her say that because she’s never nice to me, but when she approached, it was strange. She eased me back and put her face down there.” Susan pointed at her pussy. “It scared me. I didn’t want to turn into a lezbo, but as soon as her tongue touched me, oh, Joe, I forgot everything. A warm glow started between my legs and ran through my whole body. Jasmine’s tongue worked into me, then it went up to my clit and back down to my hole. She spent a lot of time thrusting it in and out of my body and flicking it across my clit. She licked it, and licked it and sucked on it. Mm, I felt something deep, way up inside me, like nothing I’ve ever felt.”

I was staring at Susan’s crotch, imagining my tongue sliding up her smooth, tightly sealed pussy lips, opening them and punching my rolled tongue into her tiny opening.

“You listening?” Susan asked.

“Yeah, I am. Please, keep going.”

“I thought about telling Jasmine something was happening, but I freaked. I popped up into a sitting position, grabbed my sister’s head, and shoved her mouth into me. I remember throwing myself back, I think, then maybe I blacked out for a few seconds. The next thing I remember was my whole body shivering. It went from my head into my stomach, and down my legs. My toes curled.”

I thought it was over, but Susan continued, “Jasmine laid over me and kissed me. She French kissed me. I tasted that same sweet stuff that was on her fingers. Joe, you better not tell anyone. I’m not like that, but I couldn’t help it. Before I knew it, I was making out with my sister. We were sucking tongues and kissing all over each other. Jasmine shoved her tits in my face. I don’t know why, but I started sucking on her nipples. I mean licking and sucking, taking turns with each one. I wished they were mine. Jasmine’s tits are amazing.”

“After a few minutes of sucking her nipples, she knelt over my face and told me to do her as she did me. I swear, I didn’t want to, but something had taken me over. I started shoving my tongue between her legs. She went crazy, rocking her hips, rotating, and rubbing it on my face. I tried to do what she had done to me and found her clit. It’s big and fat. I sucked it between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. Finally, after a few minutes of licking, Jasmine went nuts and covered my face with her stuff. It was unbelievable how much of it poured into my mouth. She licked my face clean, savoring her own taste with that crazy look she gets.”

Susan looked me squarely in the eyes and said, “You better not tell anyone, especially not any of my friends. I don’t want any of them to think anything bad. I’m not like that, you know, it was crazy what happened.”