Chapter 8

“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.”