extrem incest

After my Dad left us when I was about 11 years old, our lifestyle really changed. We never found out where he went (at least Mom never told us). As far as we all knew, he just didn’t come home from work one day and no one ever heard from him again. Our nice suburban home turned into a small two-bedroom apartment in the city. Our stay-at-home Mom all of a sudden had to work two jobs just to keep food in the fridge.

Obviously, there were many adjustments to make, the worst of which was getting used to sharing a bedroom with my one-year-younger sister. I tried arguing that since they were both girls (Mom & Sis) and I was a “man”, that they should share a room but Mom would hear nothing of it. She said we’d get a bigger apartment as soon as she could afford it. Well, that day didn’t come for many years and in the meantime, Kris and I got used to being closer than most pubescent siblings usually prefer.

Modesty was not something that Kris or I were real big on before the move anyway, and now that we were sharing a room, we lost what little modesty we had to begin with. Changing in front of each other became just the normal course of the day. As we got a little older and Kris entered puberty, she started changing her underwear in the bathroom, but prancing around in just her panties & bra became the norm within our room.

Bathroom duty became more and more of an issue as we grew also. Our apartment only had one bathroom and there were three of us trying to get ready in the morning. Mom was first out the door at 6:00 or 6:30 most mornings and school for us didn’t start until 8:00. After I turned twelve, Mom let us sleep in a little later and get to school on our own rather than go to the ‘before-school’ program with all the kids whose parents worked.

Of course, we always ended up sleeping in too long and fighting over the bathroom. Invariably, Kris would hit the shower first and I would be on the toilet or at the sink while she was naked behind the curtain. Her towel, panties and bra were always hanging over the curtain rod, so I had to satisfy my curiosity with little glimpses of her body around the curtain edges. Then when she stepped out, I would hang my stuff and step in while trying to hide my raging arousal.

Obviously, growing through my eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth years with my sister’s developing body on display in front of me, caused me much discomfort. While this must have, at times, been quite obvious to Kris, she never said a thing about it. By the time I was just turning 15 and Kris was almost 14, my constant state of arousal became increasingly difficult to deal with in privacy.

Most summers, we were sent up to our grandparents home in the mountains just to get us out of the city. At first, it was somewhat crowded there. You see, Mom was the oldest of five kids and was only 30 when Dad left. In the early years up there, most of our aunts and uncles were also there for the whole summer. In a small three-bedroom summer cottage, this was crowded. But by that summer when I turned 15, all but one of them was (like Mom) working during the week and only visiting on weekends when they could. That left only our grandparents, our Aunt Jessie who was 21 and Kris & I during the week.

In years past, Jessie really didn’t want much to do with us. As the youngest of her immediate family, she was always trying to prove that she was one of the adults even though she was closer in age to us ‘kids’. Well, this summer started out very different. All of a sudden Jessie was interested in us and in spending time with us. I guess with the others not around, her only choice was hanging with her aging parents or her wild and crazy niece and nephew. At 21, the choice was easy for her.

This was the first summer Kris and I actually got to have one of the two bedrooms upstairs. In years past, we would mostly just ‘camp’ in the big family room. Jessie got the second upstairs room by herself during the week and our Mom usually stayed with her on the weekends. Our grandparents always had the only first floor bedroom.

The first time I noticed something was a little strange (and thought the summer might be more interesting than most) was when I noticed a change in Jessie’s sense of humor. When the three of us were alone, Jessie started teasing me about ’sleeping with’ Kris or about seeing her ‘cute little body’. Before I could respond, Jessie would always say, “Just kidding!” and change the subject. Once, she even made a comment in front of Kris about how it must be difficult to ‘take care of your manly needs’ with my sister sleeping less than ten feet away. I knew what I thought she meant, but I couldn’t believe she would talk about that in front of my little sister.

For some reason that I couldn’t yet figure out, Kris started to change as well. She and Jessie were spending a lot of time together in addition to the time that the three of us hung around. They were also exchanging these ‘knowing’ glances and giggling sometimes when looking at me. On one occasion, Kris came bursting into our room while I was lying down on my bed reading.

“Turn around and don’t look,” she said as she pulled off her top.

Of course, I didn’t move an inch and just watched as my sister, turned only 3/4 away from me, stripped down to nothing and put on her bikini. This would never have happened a month before. On those occasions when Kris caught me peeking around the shower curtain at home she would yell and pull it tight to the wall. She didn’t mind my seeing her in her underwear, but see her nude? Never. But on this day, she never even turned around to see if I was looking. Of course, I was staring. Staring at her gorgeous legs, ass and hips. I could even see a little of her right breast in profile.

“We’re going down to the pond for a swim. Wanna come with us?” she then said.

“Ahh… yeah, sure… I guess… I’ll be down in a little while,” I stammered out knowing I would need to take care of a growing problem first. Kris had just finished tying on her top and must have noticed from the sound of my voice that I hadn’t turned around.

“Hey! You were supposed to turn around!” She exclaimed as she turned and saw me staring at her.

“Well I guess I should have known better. You’re always trying to see me naked! I hope you enjoyed the view.”

“Like you don’t do the same thing to me!” I retorted.

“As if I would ever!”

“And yeah… I did enjoy the view, nice ass!” I couldn’t resist rubbing this in.

Kris just flashed me a strange grin and reminded me that they would be down at the pond when I was ‘finished’, and then she left as quickly as she arrived. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that last comment, but she definitely did leave me with a problem I indeed needed to finish off. Of course, re-living her strip tease in my mind made swift work of ‘finishing’ and I quickly got into my swim shorts and headed off towards the pond.

I should also mention that Kris’ bikini was a new addition to her wardrobe and one of the changes that I was noticing in her early that summer. It appeared soon after one of Jessie and Kris’ afternoon shopping trips along with several more revealing summer tops and shorts. Of course, on weekends when Mom was around, she was back into her ‘normal’ jeans, tee-shirts and one-piece suits. Jessie was also making little effort to remain modest around me. Swimming was the most common time filler we had up in the mountains and Jessie’s suits were far more revealing then they had been in past years.

One of them in particular had my 15-year old mind wondering where her shaving stopped. This suit was so narrow in front that I couldn’t imagine there was any room for even the thinnest of womanly ‘bushes’. This was the one that she wore when she was laying out sunning because there was basically nothing in back (it was a thong style) and the front covered very little. When she was lying down on her stomach, she looked completely nude because she would untie the top and the thong of the bottom was mostly hidden up in between her gorgeous ass cheeks. I spent many hours enjoying the view of her tanning down by the pond while I swam in the cold water.

When I got down to the water that day, Jessie and Kris were both already standing in the pond relieving themselves of the day’s heat. When I showed up, their conversation suddenly stopped and, as usual, they started giggling. I was getting used to this, but I still had to comment.

“What’s so funny? Did my hair turn purple or something?”

“No, nothing, we’re just having fun,” Jessie replied.

“Yeah right. I’m sure.”

I ran out on the dock and jumped in doing a big cannonball right next to both of them. My aim was, of course, perfect and they were both dripping when I came up. Of course, they both pounced on me and pushed me under. As I struggled to get free, they tried to hold me down in the typical water frolicking fashion of kids in summertime. However, the ‘kids’ I was horsing around with that day had very tight asses and nearly exposed breasts. Jessie had jumped up on me to hold me down and, in doing so, had her legs around my waist and her arms around my head inadvertently pushing my face into her breasts. Kris was grabbing my legs trying to knock me over. In doing so, she made frequent contact with my stiffening member. This was clearly beyond the normal contact made so far and one more sign of the increasing sexual tension between the three of us.

I realized that I needed to do something quick or Kris was going to find herself bumping up against a full erection. To get Jessie off of me I had been tickling her, but that only served so far to cause her to squirm all over me, worsening my predicament. So I stopped tickling and moved my hands to her bikini bottom and yanked. This, of course, caused her to let go of me and jump away to prevent me from pulling down her bikini. With her off of me, I easily broke loose from Kris and dove under water swimming safely away to let my erection calm down.

They had gotten out and laid down on towels up on the grassy area next to the pond. Looking up at them from the pond was quite an experience. They were both lying with their feet towards me, drawing my attention to their two half-naked asses. I couldn’t resist comparing them with each other. Both were definitely tight and muscular, but Kris had not yet developed fully into her womanly curves and so was skinnier than Jessie. Looking further up their backs, I could see that they had both untied their tops and Kris’ more muscular back (from gymnastics) was quite obvious in contrast to Jessie’s softer looking arms and shoulders. I went up and laid down beside them (on Jessie’s side) basically from boredom in the water and to get closer to my two goddesses.

“Hey Kevin, I hear you were peeking at Kris when she was changing earlier. You really like her body, huh?” whispered Jessie to me.

“I wasn’t peeking! She came in and did a strip show right in front of me. That’s not my fault,” I emphatically whispered back.

“Yeah, well I’m sure you didn’t mind, did you?”

“Hey… she can walk around naked all day if she wants. It’s up to her.”

“And what were you trying to do to me out there a minute ago? Trying to get my suit down? Trying to get a peek at me too?”

“I was just trying to pull you off of me and get away. You two were the ones getting out of hand!” I protested.

“Hey, what are you guys whispering about?” chimed in Kris.

“Oh nothing Krissy dear, I’m just trying to get Kevin here to admit that he enjoyed your little strip show earlier.”

“No doubt about that, Jessie. I asked him to turn around and he was just staring at me instead!”

“You guys are crazy. You’re my sister, Kris, why would I care if you were naked or not?” I protested.

“Oh, something tells me that you would very much enjoy seeing your sister walk around naked!” replied Jessie.

“Look you guys, I can’t have this conversation. You’re both crazy!”

Jessie then turned to Kris and said, “What do you think, Krissy? Are we crazy or do you think he just can’t handle the topic? Or maybe, the topic has him all hot and bothered!” Then they both broke down giggling again.

At that point I just said “Whatever” and put my head down on my hands and tried to ignore them. Of course, the truth of the situation is exactly what Jessie had touched on at the end. I couldn’t get up and walk away (which I wanted to do) because all the talk about Kris walking around naked reminded me of her earlier strip show and caused another ‘problem’ in my shorts. I had to remain there on my stomach until I could get it to calm back down.

After a few minutes, Jessie started up the conversation again: “Hey, do you guys want to go for a hike this weekend?” This was midweek, so the proposed hike was several days away.

“Where?” asked Kris.

“Have you guys ever been up the mountain? It’s only a ten or eleven mile hike.”

“Sounds like fun to me,” said Kris.

“How about you, Kevin, you’re being awfully quiet. Wanna come with us?”

“Yeah sure.”

“You’re not mad at me for teasing you earlier, are you? You know I was just kidding about all that stuff, right?”

“Yeah, no problem. Sounds like a fun day,” I remained somewhat quiet and tried not to look at them for fear of reviving my ‘problem’.

I should explain that my grandparents’ home was right at the edge of the Adirondack Mountains National Park in New York. They owned about ten acres and had a very private yard. The pond we all swam in was about a hundred yards from the house and was hidden from view by the heavily wooded lot. The pond was always cold because it was fed mostly by mountain runoff. And behind the pond were several trails that led into the National Park and connected with the trails in there. The nice thing about these trails was that the only other trailhead with access to them was from over the other side of the mountain and about a fifteen-mile hike. Needless to say, we rarely ran into anyone on these trails until we got to the top of the mountain and encountered those that were going up and back from the other side. Once I got to know the area, I fell in love with it.

Also, my grandparents are noticeably absent from most of my memories of my summers there because they rarely ventured out of the house and I was rarely inside unless it was pouring out. Inside, they were usually in bed by 8:00, and not up until 8 or 9:00 in the morning. Basically, we were in charge of ourselves during the week. One more reason, I suppose, that I loved the place.

The next morning I did something that I had been planning and thinking about for over a week. I have to admit, however, that it wasn’t entirely an original idea. You see, a week-and-a-half earlier, Jessie shocked me by barging in the bathroom while I was showering and asked if I minded if she just used the bathroom quickly. She explained that she couldn’t hold it and apologized. I was stunned and turned around quickly because up at the cottage, there wasn’t any shower curtain, just a set of glass doors.

Turning around helped a little, but she still got a clear view of my backside. Being a hot day, I was taking a cold shower and the glass doors were not clouded at all. As Jessie burst in and walked by, she got a clear view of everything and anything she wanted to see back there. I decided later that day that what was fare game for her was fare game for me as well. It just took the week-and-a-half for me to work up the courage to do it.

Well, that next morning was another scorcher and I figured (correctly) that Jessie’s shower would be a cold one and would leave the glass doors clear. Also, Kris and I were already up. When Kris asked if I wanted to head down to the pond, I saw my opportunity. I told her I’d be down in a couple of minutes and she went on ahead.

I knocked on the bathroom door as I opened it and said, “Sorry Jessie… Kris & I are heading down to the pond and I just need some towels. I hope you don’t mind.” Then my jaw must have dropped to the floor as I looked into the shower stall.

I fully expected that she would do the same thing I did and turn around before the door was even open. Instead, as I looked into the shower stall, I was looking straight on at Jessie as she leaned her head back to rinse out her hair. Water was running down off her shoulders, through the valley between her breasts down her flat stomach and between her legs where I could now see for sure that there was no hair at all. When she spoke up, I returned my gaze to her face and saw that she was looking at me as I stared up and down at her body.

“I thought you needed some towels?”

“Ah… yeah, sorry… I do,” I stammered as I regained my composure and turned to the linen closet. “I’m all done here anyway, could you hand me one too?” she asked.

“Ah… sure,” I said as I grabbed three towels from the closet. Then, behind me, I heard the shower door open. Seeing her through the door, dripping wet, for the ten seconds that I watched her rinsing her hair had caused me to ’stiffen’ to half-mast. Hearing the shower door open brought me to full size inside my shorts.

“Here you go,” I said as I turned around and saw my 21-year old, hard-bodied aunt standing completely nude in front of me with her hand out for the towel. Once I turned around and saw her, however, I forgot all about handing her the towel.

“Are you going to hand me the towel or just stand there staring at me?” she asked.

“Ah… I… ah… I’m sorry… here you go…” I stammered out as I handed her the towel.

“I guess you like what you see, huh?”

“Wh-what do you mean? You’re my aunt,” I protested.

“I know I’m you’re aunt silly. I was just pointing out that I seem to have caused you a little problem down there,” she said as she motioned to my tented-out shorts.

“Oh god… I’m sorry Jessie… I didn’t mean-”

“Oh stop it and calm down. I didn’t say I was mad or anything. First of all, it’s totally normal and it’s somewhat of a compliment. Tell you what… would you like to help me dry my back?”

“What?” I asked totally stunned by her suggestion.

“I said, would you like to dry my back?” and she held out the towel for me. “You obviously like looking at Kris and I; and I’m just giving you an opportunity to help me out and to enjoy a few more minutes looking at me. What do you say?”

“Yeah, I guess… I’d love to if it’s okay with you,” I said as I took the towel back from her. Jessie just turned around and leaned towards the counter putting her weight on her hands and, unexpectedly, spreading her feet a little. As she was turned away and couldn’t see me, I quickly reached into my shorts and ‘re-positioned’ myself at a more comfortable angle. I was so hard at this point that the head of my cock actually protruded out the waistband of my shorts.

I took the towel in both my hands and, starting at her shoulders, slowly began to dry her off. Without really thinking about it, I ended up massaging her back with the towel rather than just wiping off the water. When she responded with a soft moan and told me how good it felt having me do that, I almost exploded in my pants.

When I reached her lower back and finished drying it off, Jessie made no movement or sound indicating that I had finished my task so I just kept on going down. I knelt down and continued my firm strokes down each of her lower cheeks. She repeated the moan as I massaged her butt with the towel.

I made sure I held the towel so I would not interfere with the view I had between her legs. I was completely amazed at the total lack of any hair at all and the smoothness of her skin. I continued right on down her legs and finished up at her ankles. I then leaned back on my knees and took the towel away from her legs.

Jessie just turned around slowly and said, “You can keep going if you want to, okay?”

I put the towel on her feet and began my slow massaging strokes up the front of her calves.

“Jess, you have the most incredible body I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen that many, but, I mean, you’re incredible. Better than any of the girls I’ve seen in the movies and magazines.” I continued up her thighs and approached her completely shaved pussy. As I did, she parted her legs a little more offering me even better access.

“Gee thanks, I guess that was a compliment, but I don’t think Kris would like to hear you saying that. I know you’ve seen her cute little bod and from what I’ve seen, it’s nothing to shake a stick at.”

“Yeah, she is really hot too, I just couldn’t admit that to her face,” I said as I dried her off between her legs (probably a little more than I really needed to).

“Wow, Kev, that feels good… the towel is rough and…, ” (sharp intake of breath) “oh god… stop that before I suggest something I’ll regret.”

“Ah… okay… sorry, should I keep going?” Without waiting for an answer, I began to gently massage her abdomen, moving closer to her firm breasts and their hard pointed nipples.

Putting her hands over mine, she said, “God, I’d love you to, but I think I’m getting a little too close to inviting you to do something that we really shouldn’t. Come here,” then she pulled me up by my hands.

She placed my hands on her bare hips with her hands over mine and looked me straight in the eyes. “Kevin, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have suggested this and I shouldn’t have responded to you like that. It’s just been so long since anyone’s touched me like you just did and it felt so good.”

“I liked it a lot too Jess.”

“I know, and I’d really like to let you continue, but-”

“Wait… I know we can’t do anything else, but can I just finish the job? Then I’ll go wait for you down at the pond.” Obviously, I just wanted to get my hands on her gorgeous breasts even if they were covered with a towel at the time.

Jessie then reached for the towel and pulled it off my shoulder where I had put it and placed it on the counter. Of course I thought that was the end of my fun. But, instead of ending the session, she took both my hands and placed my palms over her hard nipples. Then, using her hands on top of mine, she began to massage her breasts in slow circles. I was stunned, of course, and instantly let out a low groan.

At 15, I hadn’t even gotten into a girl’s shirt yet, never mind seen any of my girlfriends naked or touched their bodies. My cock was harder and longer now then I had ever remembered it being. As I moved closer to Jessie while we massaged her breasts together, my cock head bumped into her belly. This caused her to look down at it and a small smile crossed her lips. She then let go of one of my hands and reached down into my shorts to stroke me. Of course, with the state of my arousal and my inexperience, it only took the touch of her hand to send me past the point of no return. She had barely completed one stroke when I erupted in the biggest orgasm of my life. Some of it landed as high as the underside of her breasts, while most landed all over her stomach. Then she pushed my rock-hard, pulsing cock down into the groove between her legs, rubbing my head from her vagina to her clit and getting my spunk all over her.

I was stunned. I tried to stammer out an apology as she held and slowly milked my withering cock. Jessie just looked me in the eyes and said, “Don’t worry about it, Kev. That’s what happens. Maybe you were a little quick to fire, but I think I can forgive that. Why don’t you go down to the pond with Kris before she begins to wonder what’s taking you so long. I’ll get cleaned up and join you in a few minutes.”

“Ah… sure, okay. Ah… Jess… um… thanks… I… ah… I really liked that a lot.”

“Don’t worry about it, Kev, I did too. Let’s just keep this between us for now though, okay. There’s no need to say anything to Kris about it.”

“Oh God, of course, Kris would freak if she ever found out!”

All during this short conversation, my hands were still on Jessie’s breasts, slowly massaging them and rolling her hard nipples around. She, meanwhile, continued slowly milking my cock back and forth. Of course, the effect of these actions was totally predictable despite my recent climax. My cock was back at full staff and as she stroked me back and forth, my cock head continued bumping into and moving within and across her smooth outer lips. I could tell that she was purposely pressing the head of my cock against her clit and rubbing it in her slit. I couldn’t help but respond with a small thrust forward the next time she had me down in her slit. I thought the head of my cock might have just started to slip inside her.

“Down boy, let’s not get totally out of hand here,” she said. Jess then pulled my cock up and placed it between our stomachs as she pulled me close and gave me a hug.

“Sorry, Jess, I just could help it, what you’re doin’ just feels so good right now.”

“I know it does, Kev. It feels good to me too, but we’ve already gone too far. You do remember that I’m your aunt, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I just…”

“Before you go on, remember Kris is waiting for you. Go ahead and head down to the pond. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Jess then put my cock back in my shorts and gave me a squeeze. “Now get out of here so I can get cleaned up.”

With that, she patted me on the butt and practically pushed me out the door. As soon as I was out of the bathroom, I realized that our hug had left my torso nearly as covered in my cum as hers had been. However, I heard my grandmother in the kitchen knew I couldn’t clean up in there. I quickly figured that I would be able to jump in the pond before I got close enough to Kris for her to see anything.

As I walked down to the pond, my raging cock had gone down to about half-mast. Just as I rounded the path to the pond and it came into view, I saw Kris lying on the grass in her bikini. She was on her back with the top of her head towards me, so I’m sure she didn’t see me. As I looked Kris over, I thought back to the comment I had made to Jess about her having the most incredible body I’d ever seen. All of a sudden, I realized I wasn’t so sure who had the more incredible body. And, all of a sudden, having just done what I did with my aunt, the thought of doing stuff with my sister didn’t seem so out of the question.

I quickly walked by Kris, tossed her towel to her (covering her face and eyes) and said, “I’m gonna cool off first, I’ll be right back.”

“Oh god! You startled me Kev!”

She sat up only to see me from behind as I quickly dove into the cold water to wash off my stomach and try to bring down my ‘problem’. Jessie joined us later and we spent the rest of the afternoon sunning and chatting with each other.

“So, are you guys still up for our hike tomorrow?” asked Jessie as the afternoon came to an end.

“Yeah, sure, I’m looking forward to it,” I quickly responded.

“Are we going all the way to the top of the mountain, Jess?” asked Kris.

“Only if you want to. It’s not that far really. The summit is about a ten-mile hike from here and it’s not that big a mountain that you need to worry about ‘climbing’. It’s more of a really big hill. And, if you don’t want to go all the way up, there are lots of nice places to stop on the way. We should bring a picnic lunch, too.”

“Sounds like fun,” Kris responded.

The next morning, Jessie came into our room and woke us up early. She had already packed lunch and a couple of packs with blankets, towels, etc. for our picnic. She just said to get dressed comfortable for walking and to meet her out back as soon as we were ready.

I started getting dressed quickly and so did Kris. Of course, I kept an eye on her for the occasional glimpse of flesh. Normally she would have grabbed her fresh panties and bra and headed to the bathroom. This morning, however, she just sat on the side of her bed away from me and just slipped her long tee-shirt over her head. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slipped them off, leaving her totally nude. She sat back on the edge of the bed and leaned forward to her bureau to pull open her drawer and retrieve an outfit. Obviously, my own changing had slowed dramatically as I watched Kris getting changed.

After she had gotten her panties and bra on, she stood up and turned halfway in the space between her bed and bureau so she could finish getting dressed. When she did this, she noticed my not-so-inconspicuous staring. She turned toward me and put her hands on her hips.

“Do you ever stop!” she asked in an accusing tone.

“God, I’m sorry Kris… it’s just you don’t usually change like that right in front of me.”

“What’s the big deal? I’m your sister, Kev.”

“I know, I’m sorry, but, sister or not, you do have a beautiful body you know,” as soon as the words left my lips, I knew they were a mistake.

“Really? Well thank you, I guess. And you’re staring because, what? You want a better look?”

“Well… um… yeah… I mean, no… um…” I was completely unprepared to answer her question.

“Is this what you want to see?” As she asked this, she reached up with one hand to her bra cup and slowly started to pull it aside until I could just see the edge of her dark areola around her nipple.

“Oh god, Kris, please don’t stop there.”

“I’d love to show you more, but Jessie’s waiting for us and you’re developing quite a problem there.”

She was right. My boxer shorts were already tented out in front. She proceeded to pull on her denim cutoffs and tank top as I did the same and we headed out back to meet up with Jessie. Jessie was also in denim cutoffs, but she wore a half-tee on top instead of the tank tops that we both sported. She handed us each a Power bar for breakfast and we headed out on the trail.

As it was only the second week in July, the temperature climbed quickly and by mid-morning it was easily in the mid 90’s. We were all sweating as we proceeded up the trail. When we were about five or six miles into the hike, Kris spoke up and asked how much further it was to the top.

Realizing the reason for her question, Jessie responded, “Well, we’re just over halfway now, but it’s a lot hotter than I thought it would be. I don’t think we’ll bother going all the way to the top. We’ll save that for a cooler day.”

“Thanks, Jess, I don’t think I would make it back if we did go all the way up.”

“I do know a great spot up ahead a little way that we could stop at for lunch, though. Are you guys hungry yet?”

“I know I am!” said Kris.

“How about you, Kev? You hungry?”

I had been quiet up until this point. Following behind the two of them, I was content to continue walking forever watching their tight asses struggle within their denim shorts. Jessie’s inquiry, however, brought me out of my trance, “Uh, yeah sure, sounds good.”

“OK, great, it’s just up ahead.”

As we reached Jessie’s picnic spot, we instantly realized why she thought it so memorable. The stream coming down off the mountain slowed and widened out into a little pool, surrounded by moss-covered soft earth and bathed in the warm sun from the open clearing in the woods. As we took off our packs and spread the picnic blanket that Jessie had packed, I couldn’t help thinking about how good it would feel to cool off in the little mountain pool.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m all hot and sweaty from the hike up and I think I’m going to cool off before lunch.” Then I removed my tank top and started walking toward the water.

“That sound really good,” replied Kris, “but I didn’t think to bring a suit and I hate walking in wet denim.”

That comment struck a cord with me. I had once gotten all chaffed in my crotch and upper thighs from hiking in wet denim cut-offs. “You’re right, Kris. I’m just going to swim in my boxers. That way I can put on dry shorts later after lunch.” I quickly dropped my shorts and continued towards the water.

“Well, what about us?” she asked with a pout.

“Hey, do what you want, but I’m sure your bra and panties cover more than that new bikini you like strutting around in so much.”

With that I jumped into the cool mountain stream. The girls appeared to be talking over their options when I came up for air. They apparently decided to join me because Kris grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head while Jessie began un-buttoning her shorts. Kris was soon down to bra and panties, but Jess stopped at panties and tee-shirt — I wondered if that was because she had gone without a bra.

The first time they came up for air, my suspicions concerning Jessie’s underwear choice were confirmed. Her half-tee had turned completely transparent and her bare breasts and hard nipples were clearly outlined beneath the cotton fabric. Kris’ bra was only a thin cotton-style bra and turned equally transparent.

We started playing around as usual trying to dunk each other. Several times during this playfulness, I felt a hand or a leg bumping up against my crotch. Obviously, with both of them practically naked and all wet, I was hard as a rock. At some point I came to the conclusion that if they could feel me up, then I could do the same. I began to ‘accidentally’ brush up against them in all the strategic places. The game for me became not dunking either of them, but getting a good handful of their breasts, sweet pussies and hard asses.

After a couple of minutes, Jessie just announced that she was hungry and that it was time for lunch. As we all got out and sat down on the blanket, I noticed that it was not only their breasts on display through the transparent material. I could clearly see their pussies as we all sat cross-legged eating our sandwiches. Jessie’s was clearly outlined including her puffy outer lips due to the absence of any hair at all. Kris, I could tell, had some hair but it appeared that there wasn’t very much, because her lips were also visibly outlined by the wet material.

I then moved my gaze up to their breasts. Jessie’s were a little larger than Kris’, but it appeared that Kris’ nipples were much bigger. I was trying to assess whether they really were bigger or if they just looked bigger because her breasts were smaller. Then I was reminded of a conversation I overheard in the locker room at school about small breasts and large breasts. One of the older guys was talking about how sensitive his new girlfriends nipples were and he said that girls with smaller breasts usually had much more sensitive nipples.

“Are either one of you paying attention to me?” Jessie’s raised voice snapped me out of my deep thought.

“Sorry, Jess, I was just daydreaming,” replied Kris.

“And how about you, Kev, what are you doing?”

“Ah, jeeze, I was just daydreaming too, I guess,” I replied.

“Yeah, sure, and I know what you were both daydreaming about. Kevin, tell me what you were thinking-and don’t even try to make something up, I saw what you were looking at.”

Busted! I knew she wasn’t kidding and that she would not hesitate to try to embarrass me in front of Kris. I decided to just go with it, “Ah, I was… ah… just… you know… looking at you guys.”

“Oh really?” replied Jess, “and what did you find so interesting?”

“Look, I’ll tell you if you want, but you have to remember, you asked,” I snapped back.

“Spill it nephew of mine… I know you were looking at our breasts… what was so interesting?”

“Well, Jess, yours are bigger than Kris’ but hers have bigger… you know… umm… I mean hers are sticking out more… you know what I mean…”

“You mean her nipples are sticking out more?” asked Jessie.

“Yeah, and I was just thinking of some stuff the guys at school were saying about that stuff.”

“Ohmygod, what are you guys talking about?!?!” interrupted Kris.

“Never mind, little one, I’ll get to you next,” snapped Jessie. “Kevin, what were the guys at school saying about us?”

“No, not about either of you, but about girls in general and breasts.”

“Well??”

“Well, Jim, he’s a friend of mine on the track team, he’s older and was talking about some of his girlfriends because the guys were teasing him ’cause Nicole, his new girlfriend, has really small ones. And he-”

“Small what? Breasts?”

“Yeah, well he was saying he liked that because he said that small ones were more sensitive and that her nipples got really big when she was excited and he liked that better. I was just wondering if that was true ’cause Kris’ are smaller than yours but her nipples are sticking out much more. Anyway, that’s what I was thinking and you asked, so it’s not my fault.”

“Wow, your mind does wander, doesn’t it. Well, mine are actually not big by any standard. I guess I am bigger than Kris but I suppose that’s because of age. In fact, mine weren’t even as big as hers when I was 14. As far as the rest of it, I can’t say if small breasts are more sensitive in general, but I know that mine a very sensitive. And, as far as right now goes, its not just excitement that makes a girls’ nipples get hard, it happens when we come out of freezing cold water too, you know!” explained Jess. Then after a pause, she turned to Kris and asked, “What do you think of your brother’s thoughts, Kris?”

“I’m definitely not getting involved in this conversation. You guys are just getting way too weird for me right now.”

“We are, huh? Then what were you thinking of when you were staring at your brother’s big hard-on over there?” replied Jessie while pointing out my still-raging hard-on. I was horrified at having Jess point out my condition and immediately put my legs together and tried to cover myself.

“I was not staring at him! I didn’t even notice it!” protested Kris.

“Yeah, right… you can’t fool me. You were in as much of a daze as he was and I could see your eyes glued to his crotch. Now fair is fair, he told us what he was thinking, now its your turn to tell us what his erection made you think of?”

“God, Jess, I not in front of him,” pleaded my sister.

“Come on, look, you’re still looking at it, what does it make you think of?” pushed Jessie.

“Oh fine, I was just wondering how big it gets and what it look likes.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, kinda”

“What?”

“Well, I was wondering why it was all big and hard now? I mean, what made him get like that now?”

“Well, I won’t even try to pry that answer out of him, but I’m sure I can answer it for you anyway. I’d say he’s turned on by our bodies. Related or not, he likes seeing us all wet and wearing see-through clothes. And, back in the water, he was doing a pretty thorough job of feeling me up-”

“I did not-” I protested.

“Oh stop it, you did too, and I didn’t say I minded either, it felt good. But the bottom line, Kris, is that looking at us and touching us has him all excited. That’s why he’s got that little ‘problem’ of his. Now, I’m kinda curious about your first two questions myself,” continued Jessie. Then, turning to me, “Well, Kev, how big does it get?”

“How do I know!” I responded trying to sound incredulous.

“Come on, Kev, you can’t fool me. There isn’t a guy alive that hasn’t measured himself to see how big he gets. So out with it… how big does it get?”

“Ah, jeez, Jess… fine… I guess it gets to about 6 inches.”

“Really? That’s not so bad considering you’re only 15. You’ll have an impressive tool in a couple of years. Well, Kris wanted to know what it looks like too. Would you mind showing her?”

“Jess!!” Kris yelled out, but Jess quieted her quickly and turned back to me.

“Well, Kev? Would you be willing to show her?”

“Sure, but not if I’m the only one doing the showing, that’s for sure.” I couldn’t believe where Jess was taking the conversation, but after the other day, I wasn’t going to do anything to stand in her way.

“Look guys, I have an idea. It’s a little on the weird side, so if either of you don’t want to do it, just say so and we’ll forget it. But, I think we’re all a little excited right now and more than a little curious. We’re all healthy and attractive, so I think we should play a little strip poker, but with a twist-”

“Strip poker!?! Yeah right, I ante up on the first hand a I’m naked!” I blurted out.

“Well, that’s why I said with a twist. We’ll skip the ante and just deal the cards, I think I have a deck in my backpack. Then, only the loser of the hand has to lose a garment and the winner of the hand will get to remove it. If you end up with nothing left, you can still play, but if you lose again, then the winner gets to make a request of you.”

“Like what?” I asked.

This is too long for one post - Continued See Part 2