My mother's favorite cousin was Serena. When they were young, they lived on the same block and were best friends. They did everything together. They even lost their cherries on the same double date in the old drive-in movies.

But after high school, their lives took different directions. Mom married an intellectual whose vocation was office work, but other than performing his connubial duties, he spent countless hours at the bar, telling war stories. (Yes, at least he served his country when needed - I'll give him that.)

Serena married an adventurer, fresh out of the Marines, but he didn't have time for taverns, nor did he care to rehash the war. What he did care for was oil wildcatting. He had just enough time to give Serena two children before he was killed at a well explosion. Mom was so devastated for Serena, who never remarried - no one could measure up to her Greg.

When Serena moved back to our state (from Oklahoma to New York), she settled close enough to visit often with her mother at a private lake where our mom often brought us to see Aunt Alma (Serena's mother).

As a result, we kids were a constant summer foursome, all within two years of each other in age. Serena's children were Terrence (Terry) and Lisa, Lisa being two years younger then her brother.

I (Pete) was Terry's age, but my sister Katherine (Kitty) was only one year younger than Terry and me.

As we grew toward puberty, we made physical discoveries among ourselves (playing doctor), and it was before any of us had been given the "speech". Somehow, perhaps because of the guilty feelings this engendered, we knew enough to keep what we did a secret among ourselves.

Terry and Lisa, without authoritarian influence from their dad, did what they pleased at home, and that included taking the game of doctor to new levels! They had actually gone "all the way" and they loved it. Terry couldn't wait to brag about it to me while Lisa told Kitty the woman's side of the same deal.

Kitty grimaced with the revelation about incest, almost feeling the hellfire we were always promised if we ever did anything like that!

But Lisa was very, very persuasive, such that she convinced Kitty to get rid of her own cherry via cucumber, and save the occasion of the real thing for better pleasure.

Meanwhile, just the description of what went on between Terry and his sister gave me a boner! I wanted desperately to bone Kitty now!

Then Terry came up with an observation: since we were second cousins, it's not considered incest to copulate - he could do Kitty and I could do Lisa! (I had no idea if he was BS'ing me or not, but I wanted to believe it, so I did!)

It took the better part of the summer of our fourteenth year before Terry finally seduced Kitty. By then, Lisa and I had done the deed several times. But I was still not satisfied: Terry screwed both girls!

Two years later, mom shot dad during one of his drunken rages. She was advised to plead to involuntary manslaughter, but the judge made her do a minimum of a year and a day!

In order for us not to be tossed into the "system", Serena agreed to take us in while mom served her time. (She'd be out in six months, in October.)

Now the four of us were together constantly, and with no distance to separate us, we began humping like minks: Terry and Kitty, me and Lisa.

At fourteen, Lisa was really coming into her own, sporting a pair of pouting lips, lucious hips, and rock hard nips! Kitty had already developed into such a hottie that Terry had to be careful not to impregnate her. (Lisa was on the pill.)

It often got messy because Terry had seen too many porn movies and he'd pull out and unload onto Kitty's stomach! (I much preferred my way, and so did Lisa. That's why she was on the pill - she loved feeling the hot seed spreading insde her, but also, she was still doing her brother.)

One hot August night, after showering for bed, and while the girls were now taking their showers, Terry suggested we switch beds!

"They'll know!" I snapped in a whisper; but Terry was already unscrewing the ceiling light bulb. He was doing this for me, so I went along.

When Kitty flicked the lightswitch three times and got nothing, Terry and I let out two of those horror movie laughs, "mooooohhhhaaaaaaaaaaa", which helped disguise our voices.

Lisa cuddled up to her brother and called him "Pete". Then they got right into it.

Meanwhile, I needed to perform orally on Kitty right away so I would have an excuse not to speak, and I shucked that towel she was still wrapped inside, and I got her under the covers. After all, a body just out of the shower feels cold until some heat is trapped. It was my body heat which made her feel comfy.

I worked her as I had seen Terry do, nibbling her nipples, then kissing my way down to her sparse fur, all the while keeping the covers over us.

When the moment of truth occurred, Kitty was as reliable as ever, reminding me to pull out. (Why she didn't go on the pill, I'll never know.)

Well, my spit-lubed tip pried its way into the vestibule of my sister's honeypot, my anticipation building as I sank slowly inside her. When we were pube to pube, I let out a sigh and withdrew half way, then slowly sank back inside again.