TwinCon - Incest/Taboo -

TwinCon

Siblings and cousins go all the way on a family vacation.

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Here we go again! This story includes my usual debauchery, so don't be surprised when it shows up. Everyone in this story who engages in inappropriate activities is of the appropriate age to do so.

My Mom and my Aunt Tara are fraternal twins. They were best friends as kids and even went to college together. But after they met their respective husbands, they went to completely different parts of the country. Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah moved to Pennsylvania while my Mom and Dad bought a house in the suburbs of Chicago.

Soon, both sisters had babies and -- surprise surprise -- they both gave birth to twins. First, Aunt Tara had my cousins, Logan and Marissa. Two years later, my Mom gave birth to my brother, Liam, and me, Melanie.

My Mom and her twin sister still keep in touch. These days it's harder not to stay in contact with someone. However, a FaceTime isn't the same as a face-to-face. And so, once a year, both families get together for a week's vacation in July. As a joke, I named these annual gatherings TwinCon, and it's had that designation ever since.

Because my family hosted TwinCon the previous year, it was our turn to pile into the car and make our way to Aunt Tara's in PA. However, we would be driving even further than usual that year because we'd all rented a house on the Jersey Shore. Seven days of sun and fun in a place that (I hoped) wouldn't be as bad as MTV made it seem.

The morning of the trip, we woke up at the crack of dawn to help my father load up the SUV. I had two heavy suitcases in my arms and the weight wasn't helping me wake up any. My parents were already outside waiting in the car, and my Dad's impatience with his teenaged children was starting to show. He honked the horn, probably infuriating half the neighborhood. I could hear his exasperation in how the car blared.

I scrambled down the stairs, not wanting any more of my Dad's ire than I'd already incurred. Right as I got to the door, however, my twin brother Liam shoved me out of the way to get past. There was zero reason for him to do that, he got no benefit from it. He tossed me aside simply because he could.

"Why do have to be such a jerk, Liam?" I shouted after my brother.

"Why do you have to be such a baby, Lemony?" Liam shouted back. My name is Melanie, but when we were younger my brother twisted my name around by accident and the name stuck. For nearly as long as I can remember, I've been Lemony or Lemon. It's not the worst nickname in the world. I've used it as an excuse to have a love affair with the color yellow. I wear daffodil-hued shirts and paint my nails 'banana.' My old, beat up Civic could best be described as mustard. Even my hair is golden, though that's just luck of the draw.

I picked up my bags again and lugged them out the front door. I could see my father arguing with my Mom and I didn't need to hear them to know it was already ugly. We needed to get going or there were going to be consequences.

"What took you two so damn long?" Dad asked as Liam tossed his bags in the trunk.

"Lemony was holding me up," Liam said.

I shouldn't have been surprised that my brother was throwing me under the bus. It had been his favorite pastime for the last few months. Ever since we turned eighteen, really. I guess I kept expecting the sweet, loving sibling I'd grown up with to show up again. Sadly, it seemed my best friend/brother was dead.

Somewhere along the way, I'd been transformed from a playmate and secret confidant into an obstacle for my brother to shove out of his way. As if a life filled with crappy cliques and bad boyfriends wasn't already challenging enough. Absently, as I loaded my suitcase into the trunk, I wondered if our cousins, Logan and Marissa, were having similar problems getting along. Maybe this was a stage all siblings went through.

I was the last of the family to climb into the car. I pulled on my seatbelt and glared over at my brother. Liam was blond, like me, and, while not short, his broad shoulders, strong chest, and muscular legs made him seem squat. He wasn't built like a fire hydrant or anything, but years of wrestling in high school made him look the part. At least he didn't have any of that weird ear thing going on. If Liam noticed me eyeing him, he didn't acknowledge it. He stared out the window, like he was soaking in the slow dawn.

Speaking of not getting along... Even though we were all now ready to go, Dad continued to rant about our slow morning. Mom's persistent, detached calm seemed to only rile him up further.

"We're fine on time," Mom said.

"Says the person who isn't driving," Dad said.

"You want me to take the first shift? I'm happy to," Mom said. Her agreeable nature was as argumentative as anything my Dad was yelling about.

Around the same time Liam and I started to really go after each other, Mom and Dad began having similar problems. I wondered if angry feelings were contagious or something. Or maybe it was just that Liam and I were heading to college in a few short months and the upcoming separation was stressing everyone out. I loved my family dearly, but a part of me couldn't help but look forward to getting away from them. Maybe the break would be good for all of us. And if not, at least I wouldn't have to be there to witness it anymore.

But before I could make my getaway, we all had to endure one last, long car ride with each other. Our little sedan wasn't overpacked, but it still felt heavy. Our arguments and animosity were more than enough to drag us down.

At some point my parents stopped bickering and I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, the sun was out, and we were speeding through Ohio. I saw Liam was still passed out, his head lolled on the window. But that wasn't what was most noticeable about my brother.

He had a boner!

Poking up from his navy-blue shorts, as unmissable as if it had a foghorn attached, was my brother's erect penis. I hadn't had a lot of experiences with boy parts, certainly not in judging their size based solely on how they pressed upwards in their pants, but Liam's bulge sure did seem prominent to me.

I mean, I'd had a couple boyfriends before. And I used the Internet. So, you know, it wasn't like I was a prude or anything. But still, this was my brother's erection -- it looked awfully large in his shorts -- and I guess some base biological part of me became captivated by it.

When he wasn't being a total jerkwad, I could acknowledge that Liam was kind of cute in a brotherly sort of way. He kept his blonde hair cropped short, another remnant of his wrestling days. With the hair and the muscles, Liam seemed like a very serious young man.

In truth, Liam was sweet and kind of a goofball. His pale blue eyes sparkled with mirth. In fact, his face was always set in a playful expression, like he was quietly laughing to himself at the ridiculousness of existence. Liam floats through life, Mom had said once, and I thought that was an accurate description.

In the car that morning though, there was nothing soft about what was going on in my brother's pants. I did my best not to stare, despite my sudden fascination. I mean, if I were asleep and my oversized boob popped out of my shirt, I wouldn't want Liam to be drooling over it while I drowsed. Though I doubted he wouldn't even care. Maybe it would even gross him out, seeing his sister's big, flabby tit. He didn't seem to have much patience for any of my other parts, lately.

By the way Liam moved and moaned in his sleep, I assumed he was having a sex dream. I was pretty sure my twin brother was still a virgin. As far as I knew, Liam was like me: he'd had a couple of very high school relationships that never went beyond heavy petting. But that didn't stop his unconscious brain from simulating the experience, apparently.

Liam shifted and I quickly looked away.

"Oh, Mel..." he moaned. Then he jerked awake like he'd been hit with a cattle prod.

I quickly ripped my head around and focused on the endless empty that surrounded the highway. Had my brother been dreaming about me? There was no way, right? First off, I was his sister, so I doubted he had any feelings for me beyond the usual sibling stuff. Second, he clearly hated my fricking guts. So, it had to be my mistake. Besides, my brother always called me Lemony or Lemon -- never Mel. He was almost certainly dreaming about some other girl in our class. Maybe Melissa Hardaway from third period Spanish? That made perfect sense.

"Was I, um, snoring?" Liam asked the car as he stretched back into consciousness. He eyed the cabin nervously.

"Is that what you call it? I thought you'd brought a bulldozer with you into the car," I said.

"Shut up, Lemon," Liam said, "At least I don't talk in my sleep."

"I do not!"

"I mean, seriously, I should have brought earplugs with me or something."

"Could the both of you please let it go," Dad said, "One minute of peace. That's all I'm asking for. Sweet fucking Christ."

I wanted to argue back. Both Liam and I had been quite quiet for the last four hours at least. But I knew that arguing with my Dad would only make things worse. So, I apologized and put in my headphones.

We stopped for lunch at a strip mall right off the highway. They had a Chick-Fil-A, manna from the gods, and we went around the drive-thru. Dad insisted we couldn't stop but Mom had to use the bathroom. Since we were down to about a quarter of a tank of gas, Mom won, and we all got out to stretch our legs.

As I left one of the worst bathrooms I've ever experienced, I saw Liam heading towards me. I jogged over and grabbed his arm. He ripped it out of my hands.

"What is your problem?" I asked. He glared at me and bared his teeth, like a jungle cat. "No, seriously, come on. Talk to me."

"I'm fine," Liam said. He reached to put his AirPods in his ears, but I slapped them away.

"You're not. Now talk to me, dammit, or I will sing Taylor Swift at the top of my lungs for the rest of the drive."

"You wouldn't dare," Liam said.

"WE ARE NEVER, EVER, EVER..."

Liam grabbed my arm so hard it hurt. "Shut up already, ok? I'm listening."

"Look, I'm not saying we have to be best friends or anything," I said, "But you're my brother, my twin. I legit care about you and I don't want to live the rest of my life with us this way. If I did something wrong, or upset you..."

"You didn't do anything," Liam said.

"So then what the actual fuck?"

"I'm sorry," Liam said, he stepped back from me and kicked at the gravel ground. "I don't know what to say except I'm sorry. I'll try to be a better brother."

"That's not good enough," I said, pressing my advantage. "You have to give me one thing each day that I can do to be a better sister."

Liam sighed gratuitously and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Once a day, you have to tell me a secret. Something that no one else can ever know."

I started to argue, but then I realized the genius of what my brother was suggesting. Saying nice things or even doing them could be an empty gesture. I could still resent my brother while I did his chores or bought him a gift. But if we shared each other's secrets we would build a true bond between the two of us, almost by accident.

"And you'll do the same?" I asked, hands on my hips. As if Liam hadn't already won.

"Yes," he said, his mouth dry. "You go first."

"You weren't snoring while you were sleeping before," I said, "I caught you doing, um, something else."

Liam's face went pink and he gave me a sheepish look. Apparently, he knew exactly what he'd been dreaming about.

"Mom and Dad didn't notice, but I'll take it to my grave," I said. "Your turn."

Liam looked at me very seriously. He put his hands on my shoulders. "I was dreaming about someone I shouldn't be."

And then he walked away.

We got to Aunt Tara's house around three in the afternoon. Their home looked like it had been cribbed off a postcard -- a classic Victorian painted green with black shutters and a wraparound porch. The day was almost oppressively hot, but the land was shady, covered in twisted oaks. An old tire swing hung off one of the branches.

We stepped out to the smell of fresh cut grass and honeysuckle. My footsteps kicked up the dust on the driveway. I hadn't been there in over two years, but the place still felt familiar, almost as welcoming as my own home.

The front door popped open and my cousin Marissa raced out. My female cousin was thin and tall, with dark, tawny hair and flashing brown eyes. She was wearing navy shorts and a tie-dye t-shirt, her hair tied back.

Marissa practically tackled me, wrapping her arms around my waist and swinging me around. Her emotions flowed out like a cup, overfilled. "I'm so happy you're here!" she shouted, like she needed the whole neighborhood to know.

Marissa finally let go of me and went over to give Liam a similarly over the top greeting. Meanwhile her brother, Logan, had come out of the house. He ambled over, his own brown hair flopping in the wind, and gave me a hug as well. Logan was taller than me by as much as a foot, and his arms were so long I felt like he could have wrapped them around me, twice.

Logan stepped back and gave me a wide grin.

"It's good to see you," I told him, meaning it.

Logan nodded. Unlike his sister, he'd never been one for words. But his dark eyes were so deep, it sometimes felt like staring into the abyss. Logan might come off as distant, but in truth his feelings ran strong, right below the surface.

Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah came out and greeted us. Tara and my mother weren't identical twins, but they sure did look alike. They were both blonde, short women with pale skin and serious curves. The men they'd married, however, couldn't have looked more different. Uncle Micah was a big man, tall, with a gut that hung over his belt and a great, bellowing laugh. My Dad was short, even an inch shorter than Mom, and skinny. But he also had a full head of silver hair, whereas Uncle Micah was down to a few dark wisps.

I got hugs from both my Aunt and Uncle. Then everyone stood on the front yard and stared, like we were appraising each other for the first time.

"Holy fuck, Lemony, your tits got huge!" Marissa blurted out. She put her hands to her mouth, but far too late to stop anything. The whole family turned to stare at Marissa. But I was the one who turned bright red.

Look, I did not need my cousin to tell me I had massive boobs. This was not a surprise to me. It's not like I didn't hit puberty till age 18, but there was no avoiding the fact that the previous summer I'd been a tidy A cup and now, a year later, I was overflowing with Ds.

I knew I was supposed to be happy about this development, like getting a surprise offseason gift from Santa, but I honestly hated my newfound assets. For one thing, every guy who couldn't give me the time of day before was suddenly all over me. Like I needed more assholes in my life. And every girl who'd previously treated me as a non-entity suddenly decided I was their worst enemy.

It was a pain, honestly, lugging those big boobs around. They always got in my way. Basic things like eating or running turned into a huge ordeal. I didn't even like how they looked on me: fat, ugly and all out of proportion.

"I'm so sorry," Marissa said, spluttering, "I didn't mean to. I mean. It just came out."

"It's OK," I said, and gave my cousin another hug. The rest of the family started to head into the house. The moment had passed. But I caught both Logan and Liam eyeing me oddly as I went inside.

We all ate dinner together in the old farmhouse and went to bed. I slept in Marissa's room while Liam stayed with Logan. I suppose there's that image of two giggly girls lying in bed talking about school, friends, and boys. The truth is, I was so tired from eight hours in the car, I pretty much passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I woke up the next morning as golden sunlight streamed into the bedroom. The room smelled of cedar from the closets and warm bacon from downstairs. I could have spent my whole life just breathing that in.

"This is nice," I said, absently.

"Eh," Marissa replied, "I could do without." I hadn't even realized she was awake. I rolled over to look at my cousin. Her brown hair was splayed everywhere on the pillow. Her dark eyes dull with sleep.

"It's so pretty here. So peaceful," I said.

"So boring," Marissa said, "So narrowminded."

"You can't mean Aunt Tar... I mean your Mom and Dad."

"No, they're ok," Marissa said, slowly sitting up. "But now that I'm going to school in the city, everything else seems so stultifying. I can't wait till I never have to come back here."

"I get that," I said, "I'm looking forward to leaving for school, too. I guess I'm used to a house full of yelling parents and sucky siblings and this just seems so peaceful. Let me ask you something. When you and Logan turned eighteen did you have, like, a big blowout?"

Marissa froze and he eyes went small. She hugged her arms around her stomach and stared at the ground. I'd never seen her go so still, almost turning into her twin brother.

"No," Marissa said, almost accusatory. "Logan and I are fine. Totally normal. I mean, why would you even ask something like that?"

"Liam and I have been fighting like cats and dogs basically since our birthday," I said, "I wondered if maybe you had gone through the same thing."

Marissa visibly relaxed. She gave me a big smile. "Oh! No, nothing like that. If anything, we grew even closer after our birthday. I mean, in a good, supportive sibling sort of way, you know? Did something happen with you two, you know, to cause the argument?"

"Not that I know of," I said. "In fact, the only thing I can think of is my parents started arguing at about the same time." I got off the bed and started pulling clothes out of my suitcase. A canary (what else?) cami top and a pair of navy short-shorts. Plus, fresh underwear, natch. "It's like my whole family caught a case of the angries."

"Weird," Marissa said. She got clean clothes out of her dresser. Her body was so petite and perfect. My cousin was gorgeous, and I found myself envious. Her flat stomach and perky chest, why was I stuck with so much other stuff? "Maybe it's cause you're leaving for school," Marissa continued, unaware of my jealous eye. "I think it's human nature, to push each other away when all we really want to do is stay."

"With me and Liam, maybe," I said., "My parents, though? Why would us leaving make them argue?" I lifted off my top and started to put on my bra. I noticed my older cousin was staring at my chest again. Not that I could judge, I'd been doing the same thing. Still, it made me feel on display in an uncomfortable way. "Um, Marissa?"

"Oh, sorry," Marissa said, looking away. "They're just so... I mean, how could I not notice? We should start calling you Melon-y."

I laughed as I shimmied my shorts over my wide hips. "It's fine, really."

"If anything, I'm super jealous," Marissa said. She took off her own top and started to get dressed. I thought my cousin's little boobs fit her body fine. She was tall and thin, but still very feminine. I guess both of us would have switched bodies if we could. Though I'd seen enough Lindsay Lohan films to know that was a bad idea. "Did you have them, you know, done?" My cousin whispered that last word like it was a curse.

"Are you kidding? If anything, I'm thinking about reduction surgery," I said, standing up fully dressed. "I hate these big jugs."

"Well, I'm sure there are some side benefits," Marissa said with a sultry wink as she slipped on her own shorts. "My doofy brother couldn't keep his eyes off you. It almost made me jealous. In a, like, totally appropriate sister way."

TwinCon

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As if he'd heard us talking about him, there was a knock on the door and Logan poked his head in. "Mom says it's breakfast now or not at all."

"On our way," Marissa said. She watched her brother leave the room with a look I couldn't place. It definitely wasn't the revulsion I'd been sharing with my own twin.

After breakfast, we went out and loaded up Uncle Micah's SUV for the drive to the shore. He'd bought one of those big Dodge Durangos and, with some squeezing, we could all fit in. We kids were all stuffed in the back, almost on top of each other, but we put in our earphones and made do. It was kind of nice, honestly, all of us together again.

I'd always felt like we should have been siblings instead of cousins. That is to say. Marissa and Logan were more than my Aunt's kids; they were family and I cherished TwinCon more than I ever let on.

About an hour away from our destination, we stopped at some convenience store called a Wawa to fill up on gas and empty our bladders. The bathrooms were much cleaner here, thank God. After I peed, I went inside and did a little shopping. I found a pair of cheap sunglasses and grabbed them, plus a bag of Combos and a bottle of Diet Coke.

Off to the far side by the freezer, I noticed Logan and Marissa were whispering very seriously to each other. I guess I was staring, because I felt a hand on my shoulder and nearly jumped out of my shoes.

"Liam!" I said, a sort of shout whisper.

"Sorry," Liam said. He gave me that playful smirk of his. "Just thought I'd get my secret out of the way early. Logan has a hard-on."

I looked across the shelves, past piles of beef jerky and bags of chips, and tried to see. "How can you tell from here?"

"He's had it since we started the drive," Liam said. I guess there were some negatives to being on top of each other in the car. I imagined my brother must have been pretty mortified when he felt his cousin poking him in the side.

"That seems more like his secret than yours," I said, "Unless your secret is that you liked feeling it." I waggled my eyebrows at my brother.

"Hell no," Liam said, "Now you owe me one."

I couldn't think of anything off-hand, so I told him he'd get my secret when we got down the shore.

We piled back in the car. Logan got in first, and I saw my brother was right -- our cousin was pitching a tent in his shorts. Like my own twin, he seemed to have created quite a bit of space in there. I told myself to stop being a perv, but it was hard not to wonder if what I was seeing was actually that large or just a genital illusion.

Unlike the last time when we coupled by gender, Marissa got in right after her brother, followed by Liam and then me. Immediately Marissa sat down right on Logan's lap. I waited for the inevitable shriek of horror when her bottom hit his hard dick, but she didn't say anything. Instead she settled, like it was the most comfortable spot in the world.

I perched up on Liam's leg, trying to find a way to be as settled as my cousin. I was pretty sure I could feel his snake slithering up to meet me, as well, but I forced myself to ignore it.

We were only about an hour away now. The land looked different, the sky bluer, the ground more marsh than forest. I could smell the salt air on the wind, even though the windows were rolled up. I leaned into my brother. I could feel his hardness on my inner thigh. To my surprise, it didn't bother me at all. In fact, it felt kind of good.

"This is nice," I said to no one in particular.

"Oh yeah..." Marissa said dreamily. Her eyes were glazed over, like she was focused on some other faraway place.

We pulled up to the shore house a little after noon. It was a tall, thin house, attached to its exact match on the other side. It all looked very beachy: painted white with hot pink shutters and balconies at every window. The Durango tipped and settled as we pulled into the gravel driveway.

As we got out, the sea smell was overpowering. The sun felt stronger -- brighter and hotter. Seagulls screamed at each other as they circled above. We emptied the car and lugged our luggage into the house.

The house was generic, but it was well lit, with newer looking furniture and surprisingly clean carpeting. We'd walked into the living room and it had a long sectional couch in front of a big flatscreen TV. A set of stairs went off to the left and I could see a modern looking kitchen in the next room over.

"Crap!"

It was my Dad. He'd already made it upstairs. We all followed his voice and saw him staring, forlornly, into one of the bedrooms. It was a small room, painted seashell pink, with two lacquer-framed twin beds. He looked at all of us, exasperated, as if the tragedy of this was self-evident.

"On the website, they said it was two beds for four kids," Dad said, "I didn't realize they meant it would be in the same room."

"Maybe there's another bedroom," Mom said.

"Sure, Deb, I looked all over the house, but I bet you'll find the secret place I couldn't see," Dad snapped. Everyone looked at each other, I could feel the uncomfortable like it was the temperature, rising up my skin.

As we explored, we found that, as my Dad had so politely pointed out, there were only two other bedrooms in the house. Both had Queen-sized beds clearly intended for the adult couples. There was a sectional in the living room, as I'd mentioned, but there were no other places to sleep except that tiny room with the two skinny beds.

"I'm sorry guys," Dad said to us kids after we'd canvassed the house. "I'm sending a complaint, but at this point I can't pull another bedroom out of my ass.

"That's OK, Uncle Gary," Marissa said, "Even if you could, we wouldn't want to sleep in anything that came out of your butt."

My Dad gave her a rare smile and went to help Mom set up the kitchen. Meanwhile, we went upstairs and flopped down on the beds.

"I guess we'll split boys and girls?" I said.

"So, you two will be nice and comfortable while us guys sleep halfway on the floor?" Liam said. He and I had been having such a good day up till then, too. Maybe Dad's bad mood was contagious. "I'm just saying, it makes more sense to sleep boy-girl. That way there's enough space for everyone to be comfortable."

"So, we'll share the bed with our siblings?" Marissa asked.

"What's wrong with that?" Liam said, "It's not like I'm putting the moves on my sister."

I saw Marissa shoot Logan a look. Again, something was going on between them, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"It'll be fine," Logan said. His deep voice strangely tremulous.

We ate lunch and hurried to get changed for the beach. I put on a daffodil (what else?) one piece and pulled a long, white coverall over that. Then I slipped into my flipflops and headed downstairs. Everyone else was waiting for me in the living room.

Marissa had on a tie-dye t-shirt over a dark blue bikini. I could only see the bottoms, but it seemed like a fairly conservative cut. Logan and my brother were both in trunks (Liam's were red, Logan's were a green tartan) and had on t-shirts. We were all wearing sandals.

"Heading to the shore!" Marissa called out.

"Be back in time for dinner!" Aunt Tara replied.

We stepped outside and walked up to the beach. The sun seemed even brighter now, somehow, and I quickly slipped on my new sunglasses. The house was only a block from the shore. The road was quiet and speckled with sand. My legs were stiff from two days in a car and I felt slow and awkward.

At the end of the road, there was a cul-de-sac with a set of wooden steps that led up to the boardwalk. We went up on the wooden slats and stared out at sand and endless ocean. It was quiet, only a few people jogging by. Women pushed their babies in strollers. A few towns over, the strip got rowdy with t-shirt shops, pizza places, and bars mini-golf. But here, the town ordnance only allowed for houses near the boardwalk, so it was peaceful.

We went down the wooden steps on the other side and stepped onto the beach. The sand was speckled and warm, littered with broken seashells and the occasional discarded plastic cup. The ocean -- green-brown water with tight, violent waves -- roared. We walked down close, to just beyond where the water licked at the land, and set up camp.

We'd all brought folding chairs and towels. Logan had an umbrella and he planted it firmly in the ground. I unrolled my towel and sat down in my chair. I'd brought a big floppy hat and I put that on. The boys quickly stripped off their shirts, kicked off their sandals, and ran to the ocean. Marissa and I stayed back.

"God, this is nice," I said.

The beach was busy enough, but not crowded. A few families bobbed in the ocean; kids played in the sand. It was a suburban beach, for better or worse. The fun stuff happened a few towns over, like I said. But it was also relaxing, and it was nice not to get ogled by muscle-heads with slicked-back hair and poor tattoo choices.

Eventually, I got up, removed my coverall, and took a dip in the ocean. It was mid-August, so the water was cold, but not icy. I only went about thigh deep, but it was nice to feel the ocean on my legs. I saw my brother and cousin out deeper, jumping the waves. I'd left my sunglasses and hat on, so I didn't try to join them. When the boys saw me, I waved. They both seemed to take that as a sign, and headed back to shore.

"Water's great," Liam said. Logan nodded in agreement. We walked back to our setup. Marissa was lying on her stomach, her head buried in her arms.

"Will one of you do my back?" she asked, her voice muffled.

"I've got it," Logan said.

"I guess I'll get you then, Lemony," Liam said reluctantly, though I hadn't even asked.

I lay down on my towel, matching Marissa. I heard a loud squirt as Liam put lotion on his hands. I felt the weight of him behind me, between my legs. I flinched as the cold lotion hit my shoulders.

"Relax," he told me. I turned my head and saw that Logan was sitting behind Marissa, similarly. He was leaned forward more, though, and he had his crotch pressed into her backside. Even if he's not hard, how can she not feel that? I wondered.

Liam started at my shoulders and then went down to my back. The one-piece covered quite a bit of me, so my brother had less work to do than Logan. My male cousin was being quite meticulous about covering his sister, getting Marissa's sides and arms. He even gently unsnapped the back of her bra and rubbed lotion where the clothing had once covered. Then he moved onto her legs, starting with her feet and moving upwards.

Liam mirrored his cousin, starting with my feet, then moving to my calves, slowly rubbing upward. This stopped being basic lotion application and started to feel more like a massage. I soaked in the warmth of the sun, the strength of my brother's hands, and stared to lull. I let my eyes fall closed.

Liam was being awfully thorough though. He'd worked his way up my thighs. Not just the backs but the insides as well. His hands slid upwards even further. Lightly rubbing and tracing. His fingertips almost to the bottom of my bottom. And the inside of my legs. To parts that weren't at all private but were still forbidden for a brother's hands.

I opened my eyes and saw that Logan was doing the same to Marissa. He was actually touching her butt cheeks, rubbing the lotion in. I jumped when I felt Liam do the same, then settled. It did feel nice. And then his thumbs drifted downwards. Into the space between my thighs. His strong touch reaching almost to my...

"I'm going to go swim!" I announced. Practically squeaked it out as I leapt to my feet like off a springboard.

"You OK?" Liam asked. He was on his knees, hands white with lotion. The look on his face a mixture of surprise, disappointment, and worry.

"Fine, just, you know, overheated," I said. I wasn't kidding. As I skipped down to the water, I could feel the warmth radiating out of my sex. The honey dripping into my bottoms. That was a new sensation. But of course, I wasn't turned on by my brother. That was just silly.

I'd left my sunglasses and hat back by the towel this time, so I was able to wade deeper. I got about waist-deep, then the ground dropped, and I was up to my neck. I could still touch bottom, but I was in the ocean for real now. The first wave rose and I jumped lightly -- letting the water carry me and then carefully set me down. Out here, the waves didn't seem aggressive at all. Only a light, rocking rhythm.

My heart finally slowed. It was OK. This was OK. Liam had just been following Logan's lead. But then, what was Logan doing? None of this made any sense. My body's reaction least of all. Because in that moment, as Liam's fingers had drifted downward, I'd wanted him to brush against my sex. To dip his digits into the gusset of my suit and feel exactly how wet I was. To press his pointer deep into my...

"Hey, you OK?"

I startled and looked over to see Liam, himself, floating next to me. He really did look concerned, his usual playful grin replaced by a slight frown. His blue eyes crinkled with worry.

"I'm fine," I said.

"I didn't, um, do anything to upset you?" Liam asked.

"You're fine," I told my brother. He nodded. But he didn't swim away. Instead, the two of us stayed out in the ocean and bobbed up and down with the waves.

"This is nice," I said, after we'd been bouncing for a while.

"You've been saying that a lot lately," Liam said.

"I haven't had a lot of nice things lately," I said. My brother looked good out in the ocean. The water glistening on his muscled arms and broad chest. His short blond hair dark with wet. Now that we both felt comfortable, he had his usual crooked smile. His eyes shone a brighter blue than the sky.

"I'm still a virgin," I said.

"Wait. What?" Liam cocked his head.

"That's, um, that's my secret," I said. "Remember I owed you one from before? I've never done it. Or anything close to it, actually."

"Same," Liam said, "I've kissed a few girls. Betsy Connors gave me a handjob once. That's about it."

"I've kissed a few boys. No one's ever... Well, let's just say you're a bit ahead of me."

"Still sad, though," Liam said.

"I think it's sweet," I said, "I'm glad we got a chance to share this. Even though you didn't owe me another secret."

Liam nodded. "I'll put it in the bank for another time." He put his arms around me and hugged me tight. It felt nice. His hands on my shoulders. His breath on my neck.

We swam back to shore. When we got to our spot, all of our stuff was there, but Logan and Marissa were missing.

"Maybe they went for a walk on the boardwalk," I said.

"Maybe," Liam said.

We sat in the sun and dried off. By that time, my phone said it was five pm and I knew we needed to head home. As we rolled up our towels and folded our chairs, Logan and Marissa walked over. They were both looking a bit bedraggled. Logan's hair was full of sand and the strap of Marissa's top hung off her shoulder.

They didn't say anything, and we didn't ask. We all silently packed up our stuff and walked home.

"You feeling better?" Marissa asked me as we climbed the wooden steps onto the boardwalk.

"I'm good," I said, "You?"

"Oh, I'm fiiiiine," Marissa said. She gave me a loopy grin.

We left our stuff on the front porch and went around back. On the side of the house, there was an outdoor shower, surrounded by green corrugated plastic for privacy. We took turns washing the sand off, then went into the house.

Once all of us were changed into shorts and t-shirts, we went back outside to where Uncle Micah was grilling burgers and hot dogs. We hadn't been in the backyard yet, and I saw this was a very nice setup with a big deck and a barbecue, plus benches and tables for sitting. Down the steps from the deck, there was a small pool and a hot tub. I couldn't imagine swimming in a pool with the ocean right next door, but it was still neat.

We all grabbed paper plates and ate dinner as the sun slowly slipped below the horizon. Then both families went down to the boardwalk and took a long walk along the shore. The way was lit yellow, the ocean crashing in the distance. Kids sped past us on dirt bikes. Young couples held hands and whispered in each other's ears.

Eventually we turned around and came home. It was hard to imagine we'd been in Pennsylvania that morning, sleeping at my Aunt Tara's house, but we had. I wondered if all our days at the Shore would feel so long. If that happened, it would be like having a whole month together with my cousins.

We each took turns using the bathroom in the hall, getting changed into pajamas, washing up, brushing our teeth, etc. I was last, so everyone was already in the bedroom, waiting, when I got there.

Logan and Liam were, again, in matching outfits -- both in boxer briefs and t-shirts. Marissa had on a cute, turquoise linen shirt and shorts set that looked like it came from the more conservative side of Victoria's Secret. I was wearing a long, yellow bed shirt that came down to about my knees. I had panties on under it, though no one could see that.

It was early by teenager time, but we'd had such a long day, it was easy to climb into bed. My brother's warm body slid next to mine. These beds were way smaller than I'd realized. There was no way to position ourselves where Liam and I weren't touching in some way.

Despite the exhaustion, I lay back and stared up at the ceiling. Very aware of the muscular man lying next to me. For some reason, even the most casual contact felt inappropriate. As if we hadn't hugged in the ocean earlier that day.

"Get comfortable," Liam said, "It's OK."

I rolled over and tried to find my usual position but that involved resting my head on my brother's chest. He responded in an unexpected way, curling his arm around my shoulders and holding me close. He smelled like the ocean, clean with just a hint of acrid salt. I fell asleep feeling warm and safe.

I woke up with a start. It was still dark in the bedroom. I'd rolled onto my side, my brother spooned against me. His breathing slow and heavy. I was facing the other bed and, right away, I saw that it was empty. The sheets were mussed, but my cousins weren't there.

I ran the possibilities through my head. They couldn't both be using the bathroom. And a late-night walk seemed unlikely.

I found the room was suddenly very cold, the A/C up to refrigerator levels. I pulled the blanket over me tighter. Ground back into my brother's warmth. It was a subconscious urge, but that didn't stop me. His heat, his steady breathing, rocked me back to sleep.

When we woke up the next morning, my cousins were back in bed, right where I'd left them the night before. I wondered if it had all been a dream.

The morning rose grey and cool. The weather would get warmer later in the day, according to my iPhone, so we decided to wait it out around the house. Logan had packed a few board games, and we sat around the table playing Seven Wonders.

The entire time, I found myself eyeing my cousins oddly. Something was going on between them, I could swear it. Marissa playfully shoved her brother as he handed her his cards. Logan eyed his sister as she collected her brick. It was all totally normal. All completely strange.

After lunch, the weather was finally good enough to get us back to the beach. This time, the full families went together. We set up our usual camp -- towels and chairs under the umbrella -- and settled in. There was no silliness with suntan lotion this time. My Mom did my back and Liam's. It was much less enjoyable, but probably safer. I have to admit, though, I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to feel my brother's hands on my bare skin. A bit sad that I didn't get the chance to return the favor of sliding my slippery hands in certain places that I wasn't supposed to.

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God what is wrong with me? Between the sleeping together and everything else, I think my brain was becoming sex obsessed and the only target, apparently, was my own sibling.

I forced myself to stop fantasizing and laid down on my towel to sun. Marissa lay down next to me. Her brown hair flitted lightly in the wind.

"You're getting nice and bronzed," my cousin said, idly. So quiet I wasn't sure if she was even talking to me. "It looks good with your blonde hair. Like you're a California girl or something."

"You're way tanner than me," I said, "It goes good with your dark coloring."

Like I said, I loved my cousins. Marissa especially. I thought she was beautiful. I was envious of her petite body, her cute face. Large brown eyes and thin lips. Compared to my cousin, I was too big, too clumsy, and as I got older -- as my hips and tits expanded like a hot air balloon Thanksgiving morning -- it only got worse.

It wasn't just looks, though. Marissa was always so confident. She was funny and smart. A free spirit. I remember Marissa used to talk endlessly about how she wanted to go skydiving. I could barely jump off the diving board at the community pool without having a panic attack.

"I think I'm going to take a walk down the boardwalk," Marissa announced, standing up and brushing off the stray sand. "Logan, keep me company?"

Logan was lying on his stomach. He groaned, then looked up. Marissa stared down at him, hands on her hips, like he'd done something naughty.

"Oh, I mean. Sure thing," Logan said. He stood up. OK, so Marissa's twin was pretty cute, too. His dark hair and dark eyes. Tall and trim. That serious set to his face. Great, I'd managed to stop perving on my brother long enough to switch over to my cousins. This was not an improvement.

"I'll walk with you guys," Liam said. He started to stand, but Marissa waved him off.

"You look comfy," she said, "I don't want to disturb you."

She didn't have a problem bothering her own brother, I noticed. Liam didn't argue, he just lay down and buried his face in the towel.

I'm pretty sure I fell asleep at one point, and I awoke to find my stomach was growling. I reached for my phone to see if it was dinner time, yet. But when I dug into my purse, I couldn't find it.

"Fuck, I must have left it back at the house."

"What's that, dear?" Mom asked. I hadn't realized I'd spoken aloud.

"My phone," I said, "It's not here. I must have left it on the table from before."

"It'll be waiting for you there when we get back," Mom said. I knew she was right, but I felt oddly naked now that I knew I'd left it.

"I'll run back," I said, standing up and brushing the sand off my body. "The house is close enough."

My Mom sighed and rolled her eyes, as if I was being completely ridiculous, but she didn't say anything. I slipped on my flip-flops, pulled my coverall over my head, and started to hike back to the boardwalk. I noticed Liam didn't offer to keep me company, but I kept my complaint to myself.

As I walked, I wondered if I'd run into Marissa and Logan. They'd been gone for a bit, so I figured they'd be heading back. I kept an eye out, the beach was pretty empty from the early cold, but I didn't see them. I wondered where they'd wandered off to.

When I got back to the house, I washed the sand off my feet in the side shower but didn't do my full body. I didn't see the point. As soon as I opened the front door, I saw my phone resting right there on the table next to the Seven Wonders box. It seemed to be mocking me, sitting there so obvious.

I rushed inside and grabbed it. The air conditioning raised goosebumps on my arms. Little blonde hairs pointing upwards. Then I heard something that sounded like a giggle. Then I heard something else that sounded like a groan.

Who could be home? Liam, my parents, Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah were all on the beach. Marissa and Logan were walking on the boardwalk. Curiosity and, of course, a bit of arousal, got the best of me.

Slowly, I followed the sounds. Out of the kitchen. Up the stairs. Down the hallway. Past the bathroom. To our shared bedroom.

They hadn't even bothered to close the door.

I walked back to our encampment and dropped my phone on my towel. I stood there, frozen in the summer heat, staring dumbly out to sea.

"Did you find your phone?" Liam asked, lazily. He rolled over onto his back, showing me his muscled pecs and six-pack stomach. He had a bit of blonde curls on his chest and a thin line leading down to his... After everything I'd seen, it seemed my brain couldn't break away.

"Huh?"

"Your phone," Liam said, "Did you find it?"

"It's literally right there," I said, pointing to where it now sat on my towel.

"So?"

"So no, I didn't find it," I said. "It just magically appeared here after the goblins gave it back."

"Jeez, you taking lessons from Dad now?" Liam asked.

I looked over and saw both my parents pretending not to have heard what my brother had said.

I grunted in frustration, then flopped back down on the towel. Buried my face in the dark and hoped the thoughts would simply wash away.

But they wouldn't.

I kept seeing it all in my mind, like it was locked on a loop. As fantastic and arousing as anything I'd ever seen. As real and frightening as any nightmare. It wasn't enough that I'd seen it live, in front of me. Now I had to watch the echoes behind my eyes, hear it so deep in my ears I could almost swear it was still happening right next to me. It was like a bubble in my body, bursting to get out.

"I'm going for a swim," I said, jumping to my feet like I'd been stabbed by a scorpion. "Liam, you want to come along?"

"I'm good," Liam said. I kicked him, not softly, in the ribs. It felt like hitting concrete. "I'm going for a swim!" he said. He got up and glared at me, rubbing his sore side.

I took off my coverall and tossed it to the side. I eyed my parents, my Aunt and Uncle, as if daring them to offer to join us, but there were all reading or sleeping. I could have announced that I was going to eat a bucket of grasshoppers and I doubted they'd have even looked up.

"Come on." I grabbed Liam's hand and pulled him to the shoreline. Dragged my brother deep out to sea. The day wasn't nearly as warm as the one before, and the water was almost chilly. I didn't care. I felt my nipples tighten from the cold. We went deep enough that my feet could barely touch the bottom. I put my hands on Liam's shoulders. He gripped my waist. The first wave came, and we jumped it.

"Melanie, you alright?" Liam asked.

I was so surprised by the worry in my brother's eyes, the fact that he used my actual name, I blurted it right out. "I saw Marissa and Logan."

"OK," Liam said. His face now between confusion and concern.

"That's my secret," I said, "My one for the day. I saw them."

"Saw them what?" Liam asked.

I said the word so quiet, even I couldn't hear it.

"What?"

"Fucking!" My voice reverberated over the waves. My hands shot to my mouth and I covered it. Tears pricked at my eyes. "I saw Marissa and Logan fucking."

The images came rushing at me and I couldn't stop them. Logan's body buried between his sister's legs. Her little breasts rising and falling as her breath raced. Marissa kissing her brother. Begging him to pump her. To make her cum.

Both faces red. Bodies shaking. Urging the other forward. Marissa's fingers at her clit. Logan's hands on her tit. Their sibling similarities oh so obvious as they shared that illicit moment.

"Oh YES! Oh Logan, fill me. Fill your sister UP!" And they both roared as the pleasure overwhelmed them.

They never saw me.

"Bullshit," Liam said. He was still holding my waist under the water. He stared down at me. But it wasn't anger rising in his eyes. "We agreed to share secrets. Not lies."

"I'm telling you I saw them doing it," I said. "He was... She was..." I realized my nipples were hard and it wasn't from the water. They ached to be squeezed. Twisted. My traitorous little pussy dripped warm into the icy Atlantic. Like seeing my cousins having sex wasn't bad enough. That was my real secret. The one I wouldn't dare share with my brother.

I'd caught our cousins having sex and it turned me on.

"I don't believe you," Liam said, as if that mattered. Like he could wish it all away. Change the desire I could see in his face. Feel his hardness rubbing against my leg. He wasn't even looking at my eyes, but down at my chest. Rising and falling, spattered with sand and salt water.

But it did matter to me. "Why would I make that up?"

"I don't know," Liam said, "But it's sick. That's what it is." He forcibly shoved me back. Let go of me so we could both shiver in the sea.

"I'm telling you I saw them," I shouted.

"And I'm telling you to stop with this crap," Liam yelled back.

"Fine! I'll prove it!" I said. And we both stormed out of the ocean. Still chasing each other, despite ourselves.

That night, the four of us announced that we were going to the next town over to hang out on the boardwalk. My father tried to argue against it, but one casual mention of our sleeping situation from Liam quickly changed his mind.

We piled into the Durango, Marissa driving, and went ten minutes down the beach road. You'd think we were in a completely different country. Businesses were laden with bright pink and green neon. The streets were overfull with teens and twenty-somethings. The air was heavy with smoke and loud music.

We found a place to park, fed the meter, and walked up to the boardwalk. Here it was even busier. Carnival games and tattoo parlors lined the side of the strip. Popcorn lights crisscrossed above us. Everywhere was loud and raucous. Marissa gave me a hungry grin and the four of us set out to explore. We were all in the standard uniform: jeans and t-shirts. We were overdressed. Hot girls in bikinis, guys in nothing but trunks. Sometimes wearing even less. Skirting the edge of what could be called clothing.

We stopped for pizza and each got a slice that was nearly a quarter of an entire pie by itself. We looked at t-shirt shops, played at the arcades, and dove out of the way of careening jitneys. I could feel the music beating in my chest.

We walked past a sign for minigolf and Marissa insisted we go. It was up on the roof of one of the buildings, only one story up, but it felt like a bird's eye view from where we stood. The ocean and the dilapidated town on either side, stretching off to infinity.

I'd spent the night pointing things out to Liam. How our cousins would constantly, casually touch each other as they walked down the boardwalk. Logan's long, leering glances at his sister. Marissa's flirty smiles. Every time, my brother shrugged me off.

Now, Marissa was struggling with a putt and her brother stood behind her. His hands on her hips.

"He's just helping her," Liam said.

"Yeah? You going to help me that way?" I asked.

Liam shrugged and stood behind me. He put his hands on my waist. I felt his hardness press into my bottom. God, he felt so big pressed against me. I pushed my ass back, unconscious, and our breaths caught. We looked up and saw Marissa and Logan staring at us. As if we were the weirdos who couldn't keep our hands off each other.

"I want ice cream," Marissa announced.

We finished our game and went back down to the boardwalk. We each got orange and vanilla soft serve swirled. Then we found a bench facing out to the ocean. The night wind blew off the sand, cold.

"This is nice?" Liam asked, looking right at me. Teasing.

"Well it is," I said. And it was. Even though I couldn't keep my mind off the other things I'd seen that day. It was fun to hang out with my older cousins. To be on the boardwalk, under the electric lights. Eat ice cream and laugh. Drunk without the need for alcohol.

I felt a few drops of rain on my nose. We all shared a knowing look.

By the time we got back to the car it was pouring and we were all drenched wet. We drove home with the heat on, shivering. Then raced across the lawn and into the house.

It was dark. Quiet. Our parents had long since gone to bed. We raced upstairs and stripped off our wet clothes. No one stopped for privacy.

It was dark, but I could see enough. I looked over at Logan's flat stomach and strong shoulders. Marissa's tight little breasts. My own brother's thick arms and pecs. I felt everyone else's eyes roaming my own body. We pretended we didn't notice. That it was nothing to see each other naked. After a moment, it was the only thing.

I quickly pulled my long pajama shirt over my head. Worked a fresh pair of panties over my hips. Logan and Liam pulled on boxers. Marissa slipped into her satin top and shorts. We all climbed into bed.

I was shivering, and Liam pulled me close. I saw Logan and Marissa doing the same. It would have been sweet if I hadn't seen how they held each other earlier.

"Today was fun," I said, chattering. Liam squeezed me tighter till my body finally stilled.

"It was awesome," Marissa said.

When I woke up the next morning, I was the only one left in bed. I looked out the window and saw that the rain had continued into the next day. It was wet, grey, and dreary. I got dressed and went downstairs. Both families were sitting around, drinking coffee and lounging. I poured myself a mug. We all looked at each other for answers. What was there to do on a beach day in the rain?

"Guess it's a Netflix day," Liam said.

The sectional in the living room was enough for six of us and we all squeezed. Logan sat on the floor and leaned his back against the couch. Marissa leaned back on her brother. They pulled a blanket over themselves and smiled, self-satisfied.

We found something watchable and settled in. I saw Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah cuddling. My parents sat apart, as if a barrier had been erected between them. Liam put his arm around my shoulder, like he was my boyfriend, and I let him.

I heard a little gasp and looked down. Marissa squirmed against her brother. The rise of his arm under the blanked seemed to lead directly down to between her legs. They were both covered in a light sheen of sweat.

I nudged Liam and gestured for him to look down. He glanced, then went back to the screen.

"Oh God," Marissa said.

"You OK, hon?" Uncle Micah asked.

"Just, um, worried about what's going to happen," Marissa said.

"Pretty sure she's going to finish baking those cupcakes and bring them up to the judges," Aunt Tara said, "Like every other episode."

I could understand Marissa's distraction. Whatever was going on under that blanket was way more interesting than what was on the screen. I watched Logan's arm move up and down. They weren't even trying to hide it. Finally, Marissa's face twisted, her mouth opened, and her eyes went distant.

She lazed back against her brother's chest.

Mom made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. The rain started to soften, and all four parents agreed to go for a walk. We kids sat on the couch, both twins together, like we'd been glued there in front of the TV. I hardly noticed the door close as my parents left. A few minutes later, Marissa announced she was going to take a nap.

"I don't know, the day seems so sleepy," Marissa said, "And we were out late last night." The thin brunette went upstairs. We heard the bedroom door close behind her. A few minutes later, Logan stood up and stretched.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," Logan said, "No need to pause it. I'll be right back." He went upstairs. A few minutes passed.

"He sure is taking a long time," Liam said.

I looked at my brother and rolled my eyes. I took his hand and shushed him. We both got off the couch and slipped upstairs. Sneaking like we were about to catch a Scooby-Doo villain.

The bedroom door wasn't completely closed. I nudged it open with my foot. I heard the air leave Liam's chest. I hoped to God he could stay quiet.

Our cousins had no such compunctions. Logan was on top of Marissa, his shorts around his ankles. Marissa's own bottoms were pooled on the floor. They hadn't even taken off their tops. Logan's taut butt plunged up and down. They were both gasping.

"Hurry, baby," Marissa said, "They could come up any second."

"You. First," Logan grunted.

Liam was standing behind me. I felt his hardness press against my backside once again.

"Oh yes! Oh GOD!" Marissa trembled. Logan went stiff as he pumped his orgasm into his sister, then they both collapsed. Holding each other close.

"We need to hurry back soon," Marissa said.

"OK, only one more time," Logan said.

His sister giggled, musical. But they started humping again.

Liam and I stepped back. I kicked the door closed again. My stomach was roiling. My sex pulsed hot. My twin's blue eyes were wide and distant. I pushed him across the hall and into the bathroom.

"Holy fuck," Liam said as soon as I closed the door behind us. "That was..."

"See!" I said. But Liam wasn't capable of any more words. He sat, dumbly on the toilet, and stared. I flopped down on the cold bathroom tile and we both sat there silent.

"I mean, what do we do?" Liam asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, should we tell someone?" Liam continued. "Tell them?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Why does this keep happening...?" Liam muttered to himself.

"What?" I asked. I sat up and put my hands on my brother's knees.

"Nothing," Liam said.

"Come on," I said, "You owe me a secret."

"Not now," he said.

"We're home!" I heard my Mom call out from downstairs. I gave my brother a warning look, but he wouldn't meet my eye.

The room was noticeably tense during dinner. Liam kept staring between Marissa and Logan. I kept glaring at him. Our parents seemed to feel it too. No one could look anyone else in the eye. Except for my cousins, of course, who only had eyes for each other. Now that I knew what was going on, everything Logan and Marissa did seemed so obvious. How had no one caught on to this? They were the worst secret keepers ever. If my cousins were spies, we'd have already executed them.

After dinner, it was Liam's turn to grab my hand and drag me out for a walk. I didn't protest, but I grabbed my raincoat on the way out. We went up to the boardwalk. It was drizzling, dark, and deserted. Liam didn't say anything -- just held my hand the whole way. More like a drag than a walk. We went over to the railing and leaned over. The moon was big and yellow, reflected in the water. I was cold, but Liam wouldn't meet my eyes.

"This is worth two secrets," Liam said, "Yesterday and today."

I wasn't sure how what he was about to say could possibly be worth more than the fact our cousins were having sex with each other, but I didn't argue. I just nodded and pulled my hood tight over my head.

"Our eighteenth birthday, we had that big party in the backyard?" Liam said.

"I was there," I said, dismissive. Mom and Dad had done a whole thing with all our neighbors and friends. They'd ordered a massive feast from Mambo Italiano's downtown, enough to feed an army. It was an awesome, amazing day. And the last time I could remember my family being happy.

"I caught Dad," Liam said. He looked positively grave. His eyes shone wet. His face pallid. Like he was living it again in that moment. "I think it was one of the caterers. I had to pee, and the hall bathroom was occupied, so I went to use the master. I opened the door and there they were. She was bent over the sink. I ended up pissing in the backyard."

"Holy fuck," I said.

"I didn't know what to say or do. I wanted to tell you or Mom -- Icouldn't bear to bring it up to Dad -- but I could never figure out how to say it. And by the time I collected myself, months had passed. I'd buried it for too long. It was too deep to reach for. Just sitting in my stomach like a big, wet rock."

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"Does Mom know?"

"No one knows," Liam said.

"God, that had to be so hard," I said. I put my arm around my brother, and I felt his body melt into mine. "To see it. To have to keep that secret. You didn't have to do that for him. He doesn't deserve it. How could he cheat on Mom like that?"

"I don't know," Liam said. "It made me so angry. Not only seeing that but watching him be so cruel to Mom. And then everything else. School stuff. Life stuff. You stuff."

"Me stuff?" I stepped back. "What did I do?" I glared at Liam, but he just looked back at me, wistful.

"Nothing," he said, finally turning away. "That's what makes this so hard. You did nothing at all."

I went back to leaning against the railing. My brother put his arm around me again. The rain was letting up. There was a spot in the sky where the clouds had cleared, but I couldn't see stars because the ambient light of the boardwalk blocked them out.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"About Dad? About Marissa and Logan?" Liam asked. Then the next words nearly silent. "About us?"

"Any of it," I said, pointedly ignoring that last part.

"I don't know," Liam said.

Eventually we walked home, arm in arm.

The house was dark when we got back. For a moment, I was sure we would catch Marissa and Logan going at it again, but they both appeared to be asleep. Breathing heavy, eyes shut. Logan had his arm around his sister, spooned, but they were both clothed. Chaste.

I changed and climbed into bed. I felt Liam slip in beside me. We both stared out into the dark. Sleep started to slip over me. Then I saw my cousins shift.

Carefully, Marissa turned around and kissed her brother on the mouth. He started to kiss her back. They went from tender and soft to needy and aggressive. I heard the wetness of their lips. Saw the shadow of their bodies as Marissa pushed Logan onto his back, dragging her tongue down his chest. Peeling back his boxers.

"Let's go downstairs," Logan said, "Safer."

Marissa paused, head hanging over her brother's penis. "Yes, we'd better."

"You may as well stay here, we already know," Liam said, loudly. Everyone froze in place. The four of us just lay there, blinking as if someone had switched on the lights. The room was still dark. "Go ahead, it's nothing we haven't seen before."

Liam said it as a challenge. I shouldn't have been surprised when Marissa took him up on it.

My petite cousin simply dropped to the bedroom floor. Wordless, she buried her head between her brother's legs, slipped his dick out of the fly of his boxers, and sucked it in. The whole room gasped, except for Marissa whose mouth was full of cock.

Logan did nothing to stop his sister. His eyes rolled back. Mouth open. He put his hand on his sister's head and held her there. Liam cursed under his breath. We both sat up on the edge of the bed. Like watching our own private show.

Seeing the two of them together, I couldn't help it -- I got aroused. Marissa looked incredibly sexy and I found myself wishing it was me in her place. Not blowing Logan, really, but someone. I'd never sucked a dick before but in that moment, I very much wanted to.

Without thinking about it, I dipped my fingers between my legs and started stroking myself over my panties. I could feel the heat of my sex pulsing through the thin material. Full of wet and want. I arched my bottom to bring it closer to my touch.

I felt Liam shift slightly. His hand was in his crotch, lightly squeezing. He saw me looking -- stared at where my own hand was stuck -- but neither of us stopped.

"Oh fuck," Logan said. He had both hands in Marissa's brown hair now. Sloppy wet sounds filled the room. Marissa's head bobbed up and down on her brother's dick. She pulled back and stroked him with her hand. Like showing us, proudly, what she'd uncovered.

Even in the dark, I could see Logan's dick. It was throbbing and quite long -- at least a few inches more than I'd seen in my limited boyfriend experience. Marissa's little hand looked even tinier as she tried to wrap around it. So much more exposed as it stuck out of her tiny fist.

"You going to cum in my mouth, bro?" Marissa asked, teasing, "You going to show our cousins what a good sister does?"

"No," Logan said, flatly. And for a moment I thought we would finally crash back down to sanity. Then Logan dropped off the bed and shoved Marissa, hard, into the floor. Their bodies made a loud clunk, like knocking a lamp off a dresser. Logan ripped down Marissa's satin shorts and, in one smooth motion, buried his dick to the hilt inside his sister.

"Oh fuck YES!" Marissa cried out. As if both sets of parents were not right down the hall. It didn't matter. She didn't care.

As my cousins rutted on the floor, I gave up on pretending and put my hand right onto my bare pussy. I kept my panties on, more for convenience than propriety. My pubes rubbed rough against my wrist. Seeping warm wetness spilled on my fingers. I rubbed my little clitty like I was trying to erase it off my body. My breath caught in my throat, far louder than I'd have liked.

Liam looked over at me immediately. My brother had his dick out completely. Boxers in a heap right next to where our cousins were plowing each other. Liam's dick looked huge in his hand -- not as long as Logan's -- but thicker than any cock I'd ever seen with a pronounced mushroom head.

And now I knew exactly what I wanted in my mouth.

Liam, too, was eyeing something hungrily: my chest. He watched it rise and fall, my lungs racing to keep up with my aching sex. I slid a finger into my slot, then immediately added another. My underwear was too constraining, and I tossed it aside. Both hands buried in my virgin snatch.

I found myself wishing it was Liam's cock in my hands. My mouth. My cunt. I looked down at the rhythmic bouncing of Logan's bottom as he plunged into his twin sister's pussy. Both of them locked in primal embrace -- sounds and shudders and smells. Drilling down to the base of my brain where I'd never be able to shake loose of them.

Oh God.

I'd rubbed myself off lots of times, probably more than I should admit. It was never anything like this. My fingers so deft and perfect at setting me off. So useless and clumsy compared to everything I wanted. The orgasm that showed up was so much more than I expected. I thought I knew what my peak was like. Oh God. It was like seeing a mountain for the first time and realizing that everything else I'd experienced was barely even a hill. And, worse, realizing that I couldn't bring myself even close to the summit.

I went off anyway. A massive, shuddering cum that rippled through my fingers, my head, my mouth. My pussy. Oh! My aching, squeezing, dripping sex clamped down on my fingers and it was all I could do not to cry out.

Then I saw Liam, my own twin brother, looking at me. Watching his sister cum. We'd shared everything. We weren't supposed to share this. In my periphery I saw he was stroking his cock with abandon and it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. My own brother masturbating to me. Not lost in his own fantasy. Not watching our cousins copulate on the floor. Me. His twin sister.

The orgasm was gripping me tighter, crumpling me. I pushed with all my strength and reached out. Grabbed my brother's dick. I think he shouted. All I could feel was the hot hardness of it in my hand. A living creature, separate from my brother yet very much attached to him. It felt heavy, meaty in my grip. Incredible. I never wanted to let go.

Liam gasped, then grunted. His dick convulsed in my hand and I watched, half-lidded, as his pearly liquid spewed forth. I pulled that magnificent member to me and felt a hot splash on my leg. His wet mouth on my cheek. Rough hand on my shoulder. Hot spunk dripping down my leg. My brother's dick shrinking to nothing in my hand. Soft and vulnerable.

"Oh God, so good. I'm sorry sis but that was so good," Liam rambled. I was too far gone.

As my brother covered me in cum, I came again. I'd never done that many back-to-back before. Rapid-fire. Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom. Like a machine gun cum. What little was left of my consciousness slipped away.

But only for a moment.

"Oh YES!" Marissa cried out. I popped forward.

"Mariss?" Logan said. "Sis?"

"In me. In ME! IN ME!"

Logan fell forward and his balls contracted upwards. Marissa sucked in all her breath, somehow almost louder than a scream. Her face went red and I saw the telltale flush on Logan's cheeks, as well. Both of them squeezed each other tight.

"Ahhhhhhh! So good. Oh yes. That's a good brother," Marissa said as she came down from her peak. She patted Logan's back and he rolled off. Both of them splayed on the floor, sweating and gasping for air. Marissa caught my eye and reached down to touch her pussy. She'd shaved it bare. With my attention on her, my cousin spread her pouting, pink lips and showed me the thick drips of her brother's sperm seeping out of her sex. She smiled at me, proud.

My cousin's point was clear -- she wasn't embarrassed by what she'd done. She didn't care if we knew. It was this wonderful, proud, indignant moment and I loved Marissa all the more for it.

"I'll get you a tissue," Liam said, absently. I felt him stuff the soft paper in my hand. I looked down and saw my brother's spend all over my legs. God, he'd put so much on me and I'd barely even noticed. But then, I thought, if I could ejaculate, how much would I have covered everything with my own imaginary girl cum? Quite a lot, I imagined. I was quite happy to have my orgasm be an internal thing, unmeasurable by anything but my own mind.

As I idly rubbed my legs clean, I noticed my fingertips felt soft, almost numb. Like I'd overdosed on pleasure and was now coming down. My brain was cottony. My senses dull. The odd, desensitizing sense of satisfaction.

"Wow," Liam said, as if the word was some grand revelation.

"Yes," I said.

"You liked that?" Marissa asked. We both nodded. Marissa laughed again and kissed Logan on the head. "Still, we'd better be getting to bed."

Again, we nodded. Logan climbed up onto his own mattress like he could barely stand. Marissa slid in next to her brother, neither bothering to pull on their bottoms.

Liam and I did the same. I felt my brother's muscular body against mine. Warm and safe. His penis, now soft and a bit cold from the wet, pressed against my bottom.

Sleep didn't so much show up as it burst through the door and washed me away.

I woke up in that exact same spot. Spooned against my brother. The only difference was his dick was way more insistent at my bare backside. I turned over and saw Liam staring down at me. Watching me with this look that I couldn't fully read.

"Hi," he said. He brushed my blonde hair with his hands. I looked down, pointedly at where his cock was pointing. "I have to pee."

"Well maybe you should go do that," I said.

Liam nodded and rolled off the bed. Marissa and Logan were rousing as well. I sat up and searched for my panties. I found them balled up over by my pillow and I pulled them on before anyone could see my pussy. At least I still had a shirt on. I don't know why I felt so self-conscious in the harsh light of the morning. Like all the endorphins had drained away, leaving only regret.

We took turns taking showers, pretending at propriety. Then we went downstairs. My parents announced we were all going to get breakfast at a nearby diner, so we grabbed our things and decamped for the main drag. The rain had finally stopped, and the morning rose warm and pink, as if embarrassed by all the dripping it had done the last few days.

We walked the short block down our street, away from the beach, and turned onto the main street. There were small, quiet shops there -- a florist, a bakery, that kind of thing. We passed a Rite Aid and for a moment I thought about running in. I could make up some story to my family, grab a box of condoms, and have them secreted away before anyone was the wiser. I wasn't on the pill, had never had the need, and I didn't want to end up doing something stupid.

But as quickly as the idea entered my mind, I pushed it away. I wasn't going to have sex with my brother. That was insane.

What we'd done the night before was fun, sure, but it wasn't going to be a regular thing and we certainly weren't going to escalate to more. Purchasing protection would just be an excuse to push things further than where we were: which was already way too far. I walked past the pharmacy without a second thought.

As we ate breakfast, Marissa kept switching between mooning over her brother and giving me funny looks. I wondered if I should buy my cousin a t-shirt ("I fucked my brother at the Jersey Shore"). After all, it would be way less subtle than what she was doing now.

Liam was being no less obvious, constantly rubbing my arm. His leg touching mine. He tried to whisper to me a few times and I had to shove him away like a good sister would. Rather than seem hurt, my brother treated it like it was a part of the game and kept playing harder. Typical.

And yet neither sets of parents seemed to notice. Instead, my Mom and Dad were whisper-bickering like always while Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah pretended not to notice. I remembered what Liam had told me before, about what he'd caught my Dad doing. Every time I looked at my father, I felt my anger rise further. So yes, maybe it was better that I was distracted by what my brother and cousins were all doing.

After breakfast, the parents said they wanted to take a drive down to Cape May to look at the lighthouse and wander around town. We kids declined.

"We need more beach time," Marissa said, as if we hadn't been doing that every day already.

When we got back to the house, we split off. The parents all piled into Uncle Micah's SUV, while we packed up our things for a long day out in the sun.

As we walked up to the beach, Marissa grabbed my arm and held me back. Both our brothers marched ahead of us. My brother's butt seemed to move in all kinds of enticing ways under his bathing suit.

"Did you have fun last night?" Marissa asked. I blushed and looked down at my sandals "We'll have lots of chances to do more now that our parents are gone. They already said they won't be back for dinner."

More? I thought I'd already done too much. "But isn't it, like, wrong? To do that with my brother?"

"Anything that feels that right can't be wrong," Marissa said, "There's so much better stuff than, you know, playing with yourself. Stuff that you and Liam can share. Oh, Lemony you're going to love it."

"I don't know," I said, "I've never, you know, done those things before. I don't know if my brother is the person I should be sharing that with."

"Your brother is absolutely the best person for this kind of thing," Marissa said, reassuring me with a squeeze of my arm. "And trust me, that other stuff? It's amazing. Once you get started you won't ever want to stop."

We went down to the beach and set up camp in our usual spot, maybe twenty steps from the ocean, itself. Today it was already busy as people were taking advantage of the warm, sunny day.

"We'd better lotion up," Liam said. He gave me a funny smirk as he held up the bottle.

"Boys then girls," Marissa said. Logan and Liam lay down on their fronts, shirts off, and rested their heads in their arms. Mirror images, almost like they were the twins. Yet their bodies were so different. Liam compact and practically chiseled, his light blond hair tight to his skull. Logan so long and lean, dark hair flitting in the wind.

Marissa's lotion made a rude noise as she covered her brother's back. As I did the same to Liam, I couldn't help thinking of the other white liquid that had been sprayed on my own skin the night before. There was even something similar about the smell. That bleach-like scent filled my nose and for a moment it flashed me back to the bedroom. My brother's dick expanding in my hands.

Following I began to rub the lotion into Liam's back. It felt like working a warm, marble statue. His muscles felt so wonderful. The warmth and strength of his body as it gave way under my fingers.

I looked over and saw that Marissa had moved to Logan's legs and was now rubbing them, moving higher and higher up his thighs. My brother's own legs were covered in thick, blond curls, and I liked running my fingers through them as I put the lotion on.

"Don't forget the important stuff," Marissa said. I saw she had run her hands right up the leg of Logan's shorts. I started to say I wasn't going to do that, but her look made it clear that this part wasn't optional. And suddenly I didn't want to argue.

I splatted a little more lotion in my palm, then reached up the leg of Liam's bathing suit. Again, I felt his hot dick fill my hand. It was warmer, thicker, than I remembered. Way more wonderful. I'd only intended to give him a little playful stroke, but now that I was holding my brother's cock, I couldn't resist giving it a tight, sloppy squeeze.

"Oh sweet Jesus!" Liam cried out. Marissa chuckled. Her own brother had managed to stay quiet, despite what his sister was so overtly doing to him.

I stroked up and down Liam's dick. It was like having his whole body in my control and I loved the feeling. I felt so sexy and amazing.

"Um... Lemon... I'm so sorry, sis, But I'm..." Liam tried to speak, but I stroked him silent.

Let's step back for a second. I was touching an actual penis for only the second time in my life. My brother's. And I was stroking him in his bathing suit in the middle of the beach, full of families and other folks. The hot summer sun beat down on us while I beat off my brother and my cousin did the same sitting next to me. We had to be quite the sight, is what I'm saying.

A moment later I was rewarded with a long, low grown, and a spattering of my brother's own special lotion. Hot in my hands.

"Fuck that's so nice."

"Our turn!" Marissa announced. She slapped Logan on the ass, and he stood up. Marissa took off her purple t-shirt revealing yet another bikini: this one dark green with little ties on her hips and shoulders.

I pulled off my own coverup, revealing a more aggressively cut blue one-piece. Yes, not everything I owned was yellow. And I liked the way this one covered my secret parts while accentuating my curves, so I was willing to give it a pass on the color.

"Why don't you ever wear bikinis?" Marissa asked.

"Really?" I said, gesturing at my body.

"Exactly, that bod is begging for something more than what you're wearing," Marissa said. "And by more, I mean less."

"Well... I mean. I did pack one, but."

"You have to wear it," Marissa said, "Tomorrow. Promise me."

"Yes, sis," Liam said, "That would be awesome. I'd love to... I mean, I'm sure everyone would love to see it."

Even Logan looked up at me and agreed. I guess I had no choice now.

I lay down on my stomach. I felt my brother sit next to me on the ground. The lotion felt cold on my skin, but the strength of his fingers made it all better. Liam started with my back, as before. This suit was crisscrossed, so he had to do more than my shoulders this time, slipping his fingers into the little webbed openings.

I pressed my head down. Smelled the fresh linen of the towel and the salt of the sea. There wasn't anything sexual about what Liam was doing, but I felt my pussy soaking itself anyway. Little groans were already trying to escape my mouth. I imagined Logan doing the same things to his own sister and it didn't help my arousal any.

Liam moved his hands down to my legs. Once again, he rubbed upwards. My calves, my knees, my thighs. To that inner spot that wasn't at all sexual but was close enough that it mattered. I knew he could feel the heat radiating off my sex.

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Liam reached up and pulled the gusset of my swimsuit to the side. I gasped and tried to get up. I felt a hand on the back of my head.

"Just enjoy it," Marissa said. When had she gotten up? I didn't know. But my own cousin kept me in place while my brother began to explore my folds with his slippery fingers. Not that my body wasn't already providing plenty of lubrication.

I'd never had a hand on my pussy except my own. I'd done that many times of course, but having someone do it for me, even clumsy, was so much better than my thin, little fingers. The thrills raced up my stomach and gripped at my chest. So frightening and fantastic at the same time.

"Put a finger in her," Marissa said. And for the first time in my life, I was being penetrated by another person. By my brother.

His digit slipped into me like it belonged there. As soon as it went in, I felt like I'd needed something in that spot my whole life. Why didn't anyone inform me I was missing this necessary addition? My sex clamped down on his finger. A gasp escaped my lips as sure as if it were my lungs collapsing down instead of my pussy.

"Wow," Liam said.

"Give her another," Marissa said.

Now I felt nice and full. Not stretched, but comfortable. Liam corkscrewed into me deeper and I forced back my body's urge to slither away.

"Taste her," Marissa said. My brother removed his fingers and I heard a loud slurp. Then the digits were back inside me and curse my stupid body because it was so happy to have them back.

Liam began pumping in and out of me. Almost instantly, I felt myself respond. Marissa lifted up my head. My cousin's brown eyes bored into mine, then darkness as the orgasm grabbed hold of me.

When I came back to consciousness, my cousin was gone. Liam's finger squelched out of me. I felt him lay down on the towel next to mine. I heard a groan and realized that Marissa, her job with me done, was getting her own reward from Logan.

Liam gave me a knowing grin. He held up his fingers to show me, both of them sticky with my own stuff. I could smell my pussy wafting off them and it was upsettingly pleasant. Liam stuck them in his mouth and sucked them clean. I should have been upset, but instead it was entrancing, watching my brother sup on my own slick juices.

All of us were post-orgasm tired so we lazed under the hot sun. Eventually though, I started to feel almost too sleepy, so I made myself get up.

"I'm going to take a dip," I said.

"We'll come," Marissa said. She pulled up Logan and I got Liam. The four of us sauntered down to the shore. Past my waist and up to my chest. In the heat of the day, the cold Jersey ocean felt perfect.

All of us stood in the middle-deep, just far enough so the breakers were beyond us. Further out, I could see little specks of color from surfers riding the waves. A plane buzzed overhead, dragging a banner I couldn't read. A buzz of ocean sighs, seagulls, and people's chatter filled my ears. The waves lifted me up, like a soft toss.

I heard Marissa giggle and saw she was now being held up by her brother. Her legs around his waist.

I turned to Liam. "You think they're...?"

"I know they are," Liam said with a funny smile. "Even if I couldn't see. I mean, those two are like rabbits."

"Then what are we?" I asked, wrapping my arms around my brother's neck. I rested my head on his chest. I felt his hands reach down and hold my thighs.

"Squirrels," Liam said, as if the answer was obvious.

"Well I do like your nuts," I said. I felt his hands grip my ample bottom. He gave it a squeeze and hauled my legs upwards. Till I was wrapped around my brother the same way Marissa was on hers. Only those two were connected in a far more intimate way. Still, I felt Liam's erection press in the exact right spot. The urge to reach down and...

"Oh FUCK I love my fucking brother."

I looked over and wondered how I could have ever doubted what my cousins were doing. Marissa's head was buried in her brother's shoulder. Logan's hands were gripping her ass. They slid back and forth on each other. Like Marissa was King Kong trying to climb her brother's Empire State Building. Either failing or succeeding depending on how you looked at it. Logan's grunts met Marissa's cries.

My brother's grip on my butt tightened. He pressed against me, but he didn't try to make me do more.

"You like my balls, do you?" Liam asked, playful. "You've barely even seen them."

"I can tell they're tasty," I said.

"Did you just offer to suck my nuts?"

"I'd like to lick your whole tree," I said.

"Fuck, Lemony, you're killing me," Liam said.

"Oh, Logan. You feel so good, but not... Oh! Not today, OK baby?" Marissa said, "It's getting too close to a not safe time, OK?"

"Uh huh," Logan grunted. A moment later he dropped his sister and gripped his dick. His arm flew up and back. He growled as he came.

"How was that?" Marissa asked, strangely casual.

"Kinda good. Kinda burny," Logan said.

"Sorry baby," Marissa said, "I wanted it bad, too, but we can't risk it for the next couple of days." I was surprised to hear Marissa say that. I knew they weren't using condoms, but I assumed my cousin was on the pill because of all the times she let (demanded) her brother cum inside her. I had no idea they were taking such risks and it kind of scared me. Like we weren't all being dangerous enough. Doing the rhythm method and pulling out was the safe sex equivalent of playing Russian Roulette with four of the five chambers loaded.

I have to admit I was disappointed in my older cousin for being so stupid. Sexy time with her brother was already crazy, but risking pregnancy? And for what? I shook my head, but I didn't say anything. It wasn't my place to judge, after all.

When Logan and Marissa had recovered, we all waded back to the beach. It was nearing lunchtime and we decided to get something to eat. Rather than risk leaving our things, we packed everything up and marched back to the house.

We grabbed subs at the Wawa down the street, then came home and unwrapped them at the kitchen table. The air was heavy with anticipation -- though my conscious mind denied it, we all knew we'd be unwrapping each other soon after.

"I think I want to take a break from the beach," Marissa said.

"Yes, I'm kind of sunned out," Liam said.

"What if we go out to the pool?" I said.

"We haven't tried out the hot tub yet," Liam said.

"Fine, but then I want some in-house time," Marissa said.

"If you mean you want to fuck your brother, you can do it right now. We'll wait," Liam said. He was enjoying being out in the open about the sex stuff, I could tell. Marissa, rather than blushing or acting demure, seemed to enjoy egging him on, too.

"I want my lunch to settle a little first," Marissa said, "Thirty minutes after eating and all that."

Logan and I shared a look. He, at least, was willing to look embarrassed even if his sister wouldn't. I guess I was doing the same for my side of the family.

"Could always fuck in the pool," Liam said.

"I think I'll plan on being spontaneous," Marissa said.

We threw away our trash and went outside. The sun was beating down; it felt worse after we'd grown accustomed to the A/C. There were lounge chairs around the water, so we tossed our stuff on the deck and then slid into the pool. It was heated, and it felt like getting into a large bathtub. I guess I understood now why some people might prefer this to the ocean.

"We should play a game or something," Liam said.

"I'm enjoying just lazing right now," I said.

"Come on, Lemon, don't be sour," Liam said. I heard Marissa giggle at my brother's pun.

"I'm enjoying the pool," I said.

"Maybe give her some sugar?" Marissa said, "It works for me!" I looked over Liam's shoulder and saw Marissa and Logan had started kissing. I guess that five minutes was more than enough for my cousin's stomach to feel settled.

"Rabbits," I said and shook my head.

"Well, maybe us squirrels should get to work, too," Liam said. He bent down to kiss me, but I turned so he got my cheek. I don't know what it was, I was perfectly fine to let my brother finger me, to stroke him off, but something about kissing still weirded me out.

"Come on," I said, hoping to distract Liam from my brush off, "Let's go sit in the hot tub." I got out of the pool and my brother followed me. There was a timed switch to set the heat going and Liam turned it all the way around. A moment later, the jacuzzi was roiling like a cauldron. I knew before I stepped in that the warm pool would feel icy compared to this.

We both slipped into the burbling heat with a low groan. I found a jet and put it against my back. Liam sat across from me and we touched feet. I heard a giggle from the pool and saw that Marissa and Logan were still making out. But no clothing had been removed from what I could tell. Remarkable restraint from the two of them.

"Sounds like they're having fun," Liam said, wistfully.

I could tell that Liam was getting frustrated and I couldn't blame him. On the one hand I was horny too and it felt amazing to have this person I knew, trusted, to experience these things with for the first time together. But then the brother thing came through and -- OK, it was kind of a turn on -- but it also made me nervous. All of that got mixed together into this weird place where all I wanted to do was grab my brother's cock and, at the same time, it was the one thing I was trying to avoid.

"Now who's being sour?" I asked. Liam smiled despite himself. "Come sit next to me." I patted the water like it was a cushion. Liam parked himself in that spot.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable..." Liam said, but I knew how to stop him. I reached over and slipped the top of my suit off my shoulders. The front flapped forward, letting my breasts hang free. Pink nipples already engorged in the bubbles.

Liam's reaction to my big reveal may have been one of best moments of my life. He stared down, slackjawed, at my oversized tits. I swear, I even saw a bit of drool sneak out of the side of his mouth.

"Wow," Liam said. It was the only word he could make. Seeing my brother react that way to my body made me feel more than attractive. It made me feel like a goddess. Powerful and beautiful and amazing. And I wanted more.

I reached down and found his hands, brought them up to my full globes, slippery and warm. I squeezed his fingers down on my flesh.

"Oh God, Lem... Holy fuck. I mean. Oh my holy fucking fuck." Liam rambled on and I laughed. His touch felt so nice on my tits, but his words -- his eyes -- they were next level.

"It's OK," I said, "Do what you want." You'd think I'd given my twin free reign for a week in Las Vegas the way he beamed. I felt him heft my breasts. Lifting and weighing them with his hands.

"Touch my nipples, too."

"Uh huh."

Liam traced his fingers around my pink nubbins. I pressed my chest forward into his hands. It did feel nice, his tentative worship of my breasts. I'd hated the damn things since they'd grown in. So big and stupid. For the first time though, as my brother lost his mind over my boobs, I thought that maybe I could grow to appreciate all this.

"Pinch?" Liam asked.

"Careful," I said. He gave each of my nipples a little squeeze. It hurt-tickled, but I didn't want to make my brother upset so I didn't say anything.

"Suck?" Liam asked.

"Oh, hell yes," I said. My brother bent over and pressed his mouth to my right breast. Then my left. He gave each of them a little kiss, his hands holding them like he was afraid they might crack. It felt nice, the warmth of his mouth and the wet of his tongue. But it was over way too soon.

That was the negative of sharing our initial experiences: we were both such novices. Like two people who couldn't drive both learning at the same time, we weren't going to get anywhere at that rate. Fortunately, biology (and our cousins) took over.

I heard a splash and looked up to see that Marissa and Logan had joined us in the hot tub. Rather than slide all the way in though, Logan was sitting on the edge. I startled as I noticed he was completely naked. His dick dangled above the water. I was seeing my cousin's bare cock, truly, for the first time. Before, it had been dark, and I was half distracted. But this was in broad daylight, no more than three feet from my face. It seemed almost impossibly long, and it pulsed with his heartbeat.

In the middle of staring at Logan's length, my view was interrupted by Marissa, who swam up and swallowed it whole like a horny shark. And suddenly I remembered my urge from the night before.

"Stop," I commanded Liam. He looked up at me, half my tit in his mouth, with surprise and worry. "Take your shorts off."

Liam's look shifted to a smile. He climbed up on the ledge like his cousin and tossed his suit behind him. Again, I was looking at a dick in bare sunlight and marveling. It was so different than Logan's, yet very desirable.

I'd seen dicks as long as Logan's on videos and stuff. But Liam's cock was like nothing I'd ever imagined. It was long, yes, but also thick. Girthy -- I mulled that word in my mouth and it made me hunger for it.

I'd never sucked a guy off, had never had the desire to do so, but now I looked at my brother's dick -- at my cousin giving oral to her own brother -- and couldn't think of anything better than slurping it into my mouth. I hefted Liam's cock with my hand, a lot like he'd been doing with my breasts a moment before. I tentatively kissed the head. It felt so spongey-soft. Smelled so masculine. I know, duh, but there was something captivatingly male about my brother's cock.

I kissed my way around it, like getting the lay of the land, then went back to the tip and popped the head in my mouth.

"Oh God," Liam said. His reaction made me take a few more inches into my mouth. Liam wasn't as long as his cousin, but I still couldn't see getting more than half his dick in before it choked me. I slurped up and down, using my fist to stroke his length, like Marissa was doing. In that way, the both of us blowing our brothers, it was very convenient. Like having a 'how-to' video on in the background while I was doing the project.

I swirled my tongue around Liam's shaft. Drooled and corkscrewed. Whatever I saw Marissa doing, I tried it on my brother. And Liam let me know exactly what worked and what didn't.

I didn't turn into a massive cockslut in that moment, my brain didn't break, but I definitely enjoyed giving oral more than I ever thought I would. It was arousing and empowering.

Logan began to groan, and I recognized that sound. I redoubled my efforts on Liam. I did feel kind of competitive with my cousin. Like, hey, I can get my brother off, too. Remembering our talk from earlier, I used my free hand to cradle Liam's nutsack. His balls felt warm and heavy -- another neat sensation.

That last act put Liam over the edge. He grunted and pumped my mouth. His cock swelled so lovely on my tongue.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum. OH! I'm so sorry, sis, but I'm gonna..."

Let's pause for a moment.

I was in the hot tub, giving head to my brother like it was the world's tastiest treat. I'd never done that with anyone before, but it's not like I was surprised when he started to cum. I wanted him to cum, that's what I was working towards. But I hadn't exactly put a lot of thought into what I wanted to do with it when it happened.

Spit or swallow (or facial, or pearl necklace, or all the other wonderful things one can do with a boy's spend) seems like something girls are supposed to decide early on. Like we wake up one morning and say, 'you know what, I'm going to be a swallow girl.' In truth I had made no such choice because the opportunity had never come up.

But in that moment, as my brother was about to blast his batter, I realized I didn't know what to do with it. I was legitimately freaking out, like showing up unprepared for a pop quiz or forgetting about a job interview. So, I guess that's how I ended up somehow in between?

Logan's cock expanded; his balls tightened. Then an absolute torrent of hot, sticky cum exploded right into the back of my throat. Salty and weird and there it was. I choked -- sperm burbled out of my mouth -- but I did my best to swallow what was left.

But before I could, another fertile explosion followed the first. This time I aimed a little better and got it on my tongue. That gave me time to recover. I took Liam's dick out of my mouth and my brother spattered my face. My hair. My oversized tits. Again and again till I thought he must have pranked me at some point and replaced his prick with a cum-loaded fire hose.

Finally, I felt his cock start to go soft. A bit of boy-stuff dribbled onto my palm. Liam, clearly lost in orgasm, finally straightened. I could tell the moment he saw me, because his eyes went wide.

"Oh my god, Lemon!" he said. I looked down at myself. I was drenched in his spend. Long white streaks over my boobs. I couldn't even see my face and he'd gotten most of it there.

"Wow," Marissa said, looking over at me.

I didn't know what else to do, so I stuck out my tongue, showing my brother that I had managed to get some of my meal in my mouth. Liam groaned like he was going to start cumming all over again.

"Guess I'd better go wash off," I said.

"Hang on," Marissa said. My brunette cousin waded over. Her little breasts bouncing slightly as she walked. She wrapped her arms around my neck. And before I could react to what she was doing, Marissa pressed her lips to mine.

I tried to separate, but my cousin held me tight. I'd never kissed a woman before. Not like this. She opened her mouth and put her tongue around mine. It was so slippery, the taste familiar but different. I realized that I was sampling Logan's spend out of his sister's mouth, just as Marissa was doing with my own brother's.

We kept our lips connected, rolling our brothers' load between us. Having sperm in my mouth, kissing another woman, they were all new experiences piled on top of the other. I think it kind of crashed my system.

I got lost in the sensations. The very real feeling of Marissa's breasts brushing against my own. The heady scent of salt and sweat and semen. Our lips smacking against each other, tongues twisting. And yes, I'm aware of the irony that I'd refused to kiss my brother a few moments before but was now sharing a sperm-y make out session with my female cousin.

After what felt like hours of kissing, Marissa separated from me for real. She stuck her tongue out, then took a big gulp. All gone! I had a little left in my mouth, and I did the same. I didn't love it -- acrid, gooey and warm -- but everything else that came with the cum was awesome enough that I didn't care.

I got out of the hot tub, unsteady, and made my way over to the outdoor showers. I didn't even think about doing up my top again. Hopefully, none of the neighbors were out and about. I turned on the water and stepped under the warmth.

The curtain pulled open and Liam stepped inside. He gave me a big dopey grin.

"That was amazing," he said.

"What part?" I asked, legitimately bowled over by everything we'd done in such a short span of time.

Liam seemed to relive every moment in a second, standing in the shower. Finally, he came to the same conclusion I'd already reached. "All of it,' Liam said.

I laughed at how eager he looked, and he did the same. "I hope you liked it too," my brother said.

"It was fun," I said, "Definitely."

"OK good," Liam said, "I totally want to return the favor."

"You want to share my cum with Logan?" I asked. He shook his head. "You want me to play with your breasts?"

"You're such a tease," Liam said. "Just remember, squirrels play in bushes as well as trees." God, as if my traitorous little pussy wasn't already wet enough.

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The curtain slid open again and two more naked bodies came in. Marissa and Logan stepped under the water to clean off. The shower was barely big enough for two, so four was far too much. But none of us cared. Our naked bodies all bouncing off each other.

I realized I was the only one still somewhat clothed, so I pulled off my swimsuit.

"Woo!" Marissa gave me a little cheer. I noticed both Logan and Liam were eyeing me up something fierce. I did the same. Logan's trim body and long cock. His sister's tight frame, little tits, and shaved snatch. My own brother's strong arms, taut stomach, and oh-so-thick dick. And I guess they were all eyeing my oversized tits, wide hips, and blonde-haired pussy at the same time.

"This is nice," I said, and we all laughed.

We ordered pizza for dinner and sat around the dining room table, enjoying the air conditioning. About halfway through, I got a text from my Mom confirming that they we should eat without them. I felt a little guilty that we'd already made that decision for them, but honestly a peaceful dinner without my parents arguing was enough to convince me I'd made the right choice.

"What's going on with your parents?" Marissa asked as we ate.

"I don't know," I said, giving my twin a look. Liam stared down at his plate. This was his least favorite topic. He probably would swap sperm with Logan if it meant he didn't have to hear about my parents' relationship. "They've been arguing like crazy lately."

"Do you think something happened?" Marissa asked.

"Maybe?" I said, like we were playing twenty questions. Is the problem bigger than a breadbox? "They started fighting on our eighteenth birthday. The same time Liam and I..." I stopped. I'd been tapdancing around one truth so hard I almost stepped right into another.

"I was being a shitty brother," Liam said. Ostensibly, it was to everyone, but he was looking right at me. "I had a bunch of bullcrap going on and I took it out on Lemon. It's not fair, because I know she was only trying to be my sister. My friend. I'm sorry I fucked that up."

"You didn't fuck it up," I said, "I wasn't great either. I could have been supportive instead of aggressive."

"Oh, so sweet," Marissa said, "Sex solves everything."

"We aren't having sex," Liam growled. Marissa looked at both of us as if we were deluding ourselves. Which, yes, of course we were.

Our parents got home right after we finished dinner. Marissa could barely hide her disappointment. She was still worked up from the hot tub, all tease and no release, and now it was going to have to wait.

"It was fine," Mom said as I gave her a hug hello.

"It's so beautiful down there," Aunt Tara said.

"You guys have to come along next time," Uncle Micah said.

My Dad grunted and went upstairs to the bedroom.

"Is he OK?" I asked Mom. I'd already learned not to inquire about these things, but I couldn't help it.

"You know as well as I," Mom said. She went upstairs after Dad. Later, sure enough, we heard their anger echoing through the house. I wondered how Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah had survived it all day at Cape May. Based on how their reaction to how their children had been acting, I guess they were just really good at ignoring the obvious.

We cousins had all sat down on the couch, but we could hear my parents' argument over the TV. Marissa and Logan were sitting apart, so there was no fooling around. We wallowed in uncomfortable silence. Even touching felt weird, like my parents' relationship was poisoning ours at a distance.

"Do you think they're getting a divorce?" Marissa asked, kindly.

"Do you think maybe we'd all be happier if they did?" Liam replied.

Long after the house went silent, we got up to go to sleep. We'd all showered outside after the pool play, but I wanted to condition my hair and I knew the boys needed a shave. So we each, chastely, took turns washing up. I went first, and then filed into the bedroom. Those sad little beds stared up at me, wondering what was in store for them. I felt the same way.

I lay down on top of the covers, wearing my usual long t-shirt and panties. I opened my iPad and found an article that wasn't too boring to read. Logan came in soon after, wearing his boxers. Marissa was next in her satin outfit. Then finally Liam, also in just boxers. I looked up from my reading. All three of them were standing there, like they were unsure what to do next.

"I usually don't sleep in my boxers," Logan said, both a confession and a declaration.

"What do you usually do?" I asked, as if I didn't already know the answer.

"He sleeps naked," Marissa said.

I shrugged. Like I really cared at this point? Logan stepped out of his boxers and kicked them across the room. My cousin was completely nude. His muscular arms and slim stomach slicing down to tight hips and ropy thighs. Unlike his sister, Logan had a dark tuft of pubic hair. His dick was flaccid but still plenty long.

"I, uh, also sleep nude. Usually," Liam said. He took off his own underwear. Now my brother was total naked, too. His strong arms leading to sculpted pecs. His thick dick poked out from his blond pubes. He rubbed his clean-shaven chin. I have to admit, I kind of missed the stubble from before.

"Me too," Marissa said. I shook my head. There was no way, but whatever. Marissa stripped down to nothing. Her slim body was so perfectly proportioned. Her little tits with tight, tan nipples. Her bare pussy and nearly-nothing butt.

"I always have on a sleep shirt," I said. Everyone made the same disappointed face, so I decided to give a little. "But usually I don't wear underwear." I reached down, pulled my little panties over my hips, and put them near the side table. That satisfied them. At least a little.

Marissa reach over and shut off the light. I climbed into bed. My brother slid in next to me, his warm body pressed against my back. His cock nestled against my butt. Fortunately, my long shirt kept my backside covered. This was becoming an oddly familiar feeling.

I heard Marissa and Logan get into the other bed. They were giggling and grunting. They didn't even bother to do the usual thing where they pretended to sleep. From my vantage point, lying on my side I could see them pretty well despite the lack of light. Logan was on his back and Marissa was over him. The swell of her little breasts hung over her brother. Their kisses made loud, wet smacking noises.

Liam wrapped his arm around my waist, still appropriately chaste. His dick, however, clearly had other ideas. I felt it push, stiff, against my bottom. Half my brain was really happy for my long shirt covering me, the other half was cursing it. I know which side won, though, because I ground back against his hardness. My pussy, with no underwear to stop it, soaked the inside of my thighs. Dripped down to the sheets. I guess my brother wasn't the only one turned on by what was happening in the other bed.

"Come on, you owe me from before," Marissa said.

"Alright, alright," Logan said.

Marissa rolled off her brother and Logan spun around so his head was near the foot of the bed. They were both on top of the sheets so I could see Logan's dick pointing straight up. Marissa saw it too, but she didn't give it any attention. Instead she straddled her brother's head and lowered her sex over his face.

"Hmmmm," she sighed, like settling into the hot tub. The room filled with a slightly different wet smacking sound.

Meanwhile, my brother's arm was becoming less appropriate. He brought his hand up my stomach to my chest, then placed it on my breast. When I didn't push his palm away, I guess he took it as permission. Liam gave my oversized boob a squeeze. He didn't stop there, either. My brother began massaging my tit, playing with the nipple, over my shirt. Now it felt like he was sticking me in the backside with a steel rod. It was far more enjoyable than that sounds.

As I watched Logan lap at his sister, her moans and movements growing increasingly insistent, I wondered if Liam would want to do the same thing to me. While I'd recently discovered my urge for sucking dick, it didn't occur to me that a boy might want to return the favor. Having a boy lick me there, smell me, I thought it would be embarrassing. But my cousin sure did make it look great. And I started to think that maybe I would say yes if Liam offered.

Marissa writhed on her brother's tongue. She hunched forward and hugged her arms under her tiny tits. Her hips shook and her legs kicked out. I could tell she was edging towards an orgasm. How weird was it that I knew my cousin was about to cum? That all these signs were so obvious to me?

Liam was right up against my backside now. Not only poking but rubbing. He rolled my boob in his hand. Twisting the nipple in a way that no longer tickled but sent little sparks down my stomach and right to my pussy. My wanting, gushing gash. Begging to be rubbed or way more.

Marissa sucked her breath in hard. Her face flushed. She let out a long, sharp "Ah!" Then she slumped forward. Sagged. I assumed that was the end of the show for the night.

It was only the opening act. Logan grabbed Marissa by the arms and pulled her forward. Her body limp. He placed her over his cock. Marissa stirred and she reached down, sliding her brother's dick into herself. Another "ahhhhhh." Long and low.

"Wow," I heard my own brother whisper. He let go of my breast, then put his hand back onto my stomach. I thought he was using it to counterbalance his humping against my backside. But he slid his hand right up my shirt.

Two things happened at once: my brother grabbed my bare tit, which at that point was expected. But in reaching under my shirt he also raised up the hem so that it was at the very top of my butt instead of well over the bottom. So now he wasn't just holding his sister's naked breast, but his bare cock was rubbing against my uncovered ass, as well. The heat of it, that feeling of flesh-on-flesh, did more than enough to keep me quiescent.

"God, I love your breasts," Liam said.

"I, uhn, noticed," I said.

My attention flashed from what was happening to me to what was being done to my cousin. Marissa had regained her energy from before and was now pumping up and down with abandon. Hair flying out. Tits bouncing rhythmic. Logan's eyes were squeezed shut. His hands gripped his sister's hips. The two of them seemed to be enjoying the performance.

God knows Liam and I were, too. My brother was battering my backside with his bare cock. Grasping my breast so hard I thought he might bruise it. Then I had a thought. Not really a conscious thought but the seed of an idea. See, my pussy was super wet and waiting for stimulation. And while it was neat feeling my brother's thick cock against my ass -- feeling him tremble as he dry-humped me -- how much better might it be if he was doing that against my sex?

So, I shifted up slightly and the next time Liam's dick slid forward it went right up against my pussy. We both groaned. God, that was so much better. His dick so slippery running through my labia. His cockhead teasing at the base of my clit. I wished I could look down and see my brother's dick sluice through my thighs. Instead I could only see my cousins.

"Oh. Oh! OH!" Marissa shouted and shook. Then fell forward. She rested her head on her brother's shoulder. For a moment, I thought that maybe he'd cum too. That they'd forgotten about her earlier warning. But then I noticed that Marissa's hips were moving up and down. Teasing at Logan's dick. They had switched from fucking hard to a slow, luxurious act that almost looked like making love. Marissa kissed Logan hard. I wondered what it was like, to taste herself on her brother's lips.

I watched them, entranced. Too focused, in fact, because what happened next took me completely by surprise. While I was watching my cousins fuck, my brother's dick had been sliding back and forth against my pussy. Which felt awesome, no doubt. But I didn't realize, or maybe I just ignored, that every time he pumped between my thighs, the pulsing plum that was his cockhead slipped closer to my very welcoming pussy. Every thrust it popped against me, like a golf ball skipping over the hole.

I definitely noticed the next one. Liam drew back. He pressed forward.

And his cock slipped right into my hungry vagina.

Less than an inch. Not even the tip. The tip of the tip. But there it was. And we both froze.

"Oh fuck," Liam said, "Lemon?" His dick inched a little forward.

I didn't know what to do. What to say. My brain didn't want to fuck my brother, but my body didn't want that cock to leave my cunt. The compromise we made was to let him slowly slip further into me.

Now the whole head was in. Liam said my name again. Not Lem or even Lemon or Lemony. "Melanie?" he asked. "I think I'm...?"

"Yes," I said. I don't know if I was answering his question or granting my permission, but I know what my brother thought because he gripped my chest and thrust upward. His perfect piston, his incredibly thick hard dick, drove upward into me. And just like that whatever shred of virginity I had left was gone. Ripped away.

I'd been told it was supposed to hurt, and I suppose it did. My brother, like I've said, was very thick, and my tight, untested pussy had to stretch quite a bit too accept this new invader. I didn't cry out in pain though. I didn't scream in horror or shout in agony.

Instead I simply gasped because it felt so good. Liam held me still. His stick squirming in my sex. His balls nestled tight against my body. I was dripping like a faucet over him. My pussy bearing down, like trying to feel every vein and ridge of what had been slipped inside.

My focus drilled down to that illicit connection. My brother's cock inside me, unmoving. His whole body, in fact, wrapped around me tight like I was a flotation device in the sinking sea of our bed. I didn't realize it, but Marissa and Logan had stopped completely as well. The whole house may have stuck in place. The whole world for all I know. Everything put on pause.

"They're doing it," Marissa said to Logan. Like we weren't in the room. Her head rested on her brother's forehead. Their eyes meeting. "They're doing it. Liam's cock is in Lemony's pussy."

I don't know how she knew. We were under the covers after all. But at that point who cared? I lifted the sheets off of us and showed my cousins what they'd already surmised. My brother's cock completely sheathed in my sex. His balls so tight to me, you might think they were attached to my own body.

"Fuck that's hot," Marissa said. "Feel good little Lemon?"

"Say it sis," Liam said, "I know you want to."

"Oh, this is sooooo niiiiiiice," I said. I felt Liam's body shake in mine and it was almost overwhelming, our connection.

You might think it wasn't much. Having a dick inside me for the first time was a novelty and nothing more. But it was also the first time anything had been so deep inside and I was discovering parts of me, nerve endings, I'd never known. I could feel my brother's heartbeat pulsing in my pussy. His arms wrapped so protective around me. The heat of him panting on the back of my neck.

Then instinct took over. My brother drew back. Slid forward. And I realized that all that was sort of lackluster compared to what was about to come.

Come.

Fuck. In all that, I'd forgotten. My brother was bare inside my pussy, neither of us one bit protected. My mind flashed back to that pharmacy from the morning and I watched it pass by with regret. But then I was back in the present and I wasn't stopping, either.

This was incredible. My brother slowly sliding back and forth inside me. I felt something building in me, I knew it was an orgasm, but it felt like so much more than anything I'd ever had to that point. I wasn't stopping this. You couldn't have pried him out of me with a crowbar.

I'll tell him to pull out, I told myself. Not yet. But when it's time. I opened my mouth to speak, to say it, but instead I could only groan. I told myself that when it mattered the words would be there. I lay back, impaled on my brother's penis, and for the first time in my life I felt someone fuck me.

Liam ran his hands all over my body. Like testing to ensure I was real. My hair, my hips and, of course, my tits. Now when he pinched my nipple I almost creamed. Suddenly a little sliding wasn't enough.

"Pump me," I told my brother. He moved a bit faster. "Harder," I said, "You won't break me. And if you do, I won't mind."

I didn't need to look to see the cocksure smile on my brother's face. I could feel it as he drew back, and his hips slapped mine with a crack so loud I swore it echoed.

"I want to see you," Liam said. I thought it was just silly fuck talk. The way words ramble out when you're having sex. See me? He was right on top of me. How could he miss me?

He pulled his cock out of me, both of us knowing there was no way I would let it stay out. Even still, I mewled like a slut when I lost that sensation between my legs. Liam rolled me on to my back. He spread my legs. I reached down to grab his cock and stuffed it inside me. He slid in, easy, in one shot. My pussy already reconstructing itself to be perfect for my brother's penis.

Now I knew what he'd meant before. Because I looked up and saw my brother's pale blue eyes staring back at me with wonder. Like he couldn't believe how beautiful I was. Like he couldn't comprehend how good it felt for both of us to be together like this. Or maybe that was just me.

Liam started to thrust again and, my God, how was it even better than before?

Why didn't anyone tell me? That was my thought as my brother bounced against me. They always said that sex felt good. But not like this. There were no words for this. How incredible it was. I'd masturbated plenty, I can't lie. I was already so far beyond that feeling, it was like flicking my bean was a drizzle and sex a category five hurricane. They were barely even related. God damn I was never going to be able to stop doing this. I was ten pumps in, at most, and already addicted to having my brother's cock inside me.

Liam leaned over and kissed my lips, hard. Our first kiss -- rushed and sloppy. Wonderful. I pressed back against him like his mouth life-giving. His tongue drove into me, mirroring his dick, and I couldn't let go.

"Feel good?" Liam asked me as we broke for breath

"Oh God yes," I said.

"You going to cum?" he asked. "I want you to cum."

"Yeah," I said, "Yes. OK." As if he was asking me to get him a beer from the fridge. But I did my best to focus on what my brother wanted for me. I drifted my fingers down to my clit and started rubbing. Already I could tell, I was going to get there no problem.

Speaking of which.

"Oh GOD! I'm close," Marissa said. I'd almost forgotten about my cousins in the other bed. I looked over and saw Marissa riding Logan hard again. Her breast in his mouth. Her backside ripping up and down. "I need... fuck I need you to cum for me, OK baby?"

"You gonna cum for me?" Logan asked.

"I'm close but I need you to go first. Squirt inside me. Put me over the top."

"But. What you said..."

"it's OK. Cum. Cum in me. Cum in your twin sister it's alright I promise. Need it. Need you so bad."

Their dirty talk should have switched me off, but instead I found my hand on my clit, rubbing myself like crazy. There was that mountain again. The one I'd only glimpsed before. That epic, unending elevation of pleasure that seemed so large I thought it would overwhelm me. And it was getting closer. Looming. The both of us climbing to the top.

My fingers mashing my clit. My brother pounding my pussy.

"Oh FUCK! YES!" Marissa cried out. Her back arched, head thrown back. Fingers gripping her brother's biceps so tight I could see them go white.

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Logan groaned, too. His face cinched. He was cumming in his sister's fertile pussy.

My cousins' orgasms shocked me into my own. I sucked in my breath. My body stilled. The pleasure slapped against my body like a tidal wave. I was washed away. It wasn't the peak. Some part of me knew it. But it was more than anything I'd ever experienced. My whole body shaking. I heard screaming and realized it was me.

"Oh God," I heard my brother distant. "I'm... I'm so sorry, sis. But I... oh FUCK!"

I felt something warm splash against my cervix. There was the peak. The second orgasm rolled so hard over the first one, it was crushed like a bug under a cement mixer. Any sense of ecstasy I had. Any scale of joy. It was wiped away in one merciless, violent cum. My world went blank.

My brother filled me with his fertility. Burst after burst of semen splashed into me and every one sparked me higher. My vagina clamped down so hard, I'm amazed it didn't rip Liam's dick right off.

I fell back into the bed, sloppy with sweat. My hair over my eyes, in my mouth. My jaw ached and my fingers burned. I felt my brother's cock slip out of me, leaving a slimy trail. He buried his head in my neck.

"Sorry. So sorry. Oh, I'm so sorry, sis." He rambled on like that. Held me close. As the orgasm drained out of me, all I could think was I wanted him to fuck me again as soon as possible. Not even done with one cum, my body already begged for another. I hugged Liam close to me and stroked his head.

I looked over at the other bed and saw Marissa and Logan smiling back at me. The reality hit me: I'd just lost my virginity to my brother while my cousins watched. In fact, both sisters had probably just been impregnated by their own brothers at the exact same moment. Holy fuck was that weird.

"How was that?" Marissa asked, casual.

"Really fucking amazing," I said. It came out as one tumbling word. Reallyfuckingamazing.

"It gets better," Marissa said with a wicked smile.

"I'll probably die," I said.

"Be a great way to go, though," Liam said, panting.

Marissa got out of bed and pulled out a handful of tissues. She distributed them around the room, holding one up to her dripping pussy. She saw me looking and shrugged. No big deal. Not that I could judge. My own brother's seed was already leaking out of me. Puddling between my legs. Holy fuck he put a lot in there. I was through three tissues before the flow finally seemed to staunch. Though a lot of it, I knew, was my own liquid.

"I'm sorry," Liam said, looking down at my snatch. "I shouldn't have..."

"It's a little late for that," I said. He gave me a puppy dog look. It only made me want to twist the knife a little further. "You took my virginity you big jerk."

"You took mine," Liam whined. We both laughed. The whole situation so strange, it was the only rational response.

"I don't know about you, but that's about all I can handle for one evening," Marissa said. She climbed back into bed with her brother.

I leaned over to Liam and kissed his lips again. Salty with sweat. He smiled down at me, a big dopey grin. Snaked his arm around my chest. Held me close till we both were claimed by sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to, what else, my brother's dick poking me in my ass.

"Doesn't that thing ever get tired?" I asked, grumpily.

"Of you?" Liam asked, "Never."

Just like that I went from annoyed to gratified. I turned to kiss Liam, morning breath be damned.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I almost fell out of the bed I was so startled.

"Come on sleepyheads, there's a whole day waiting for you!" Aunt Tara called out. I prayed to God that she wouldn't open the door and find all of us naked and wrapped around each other. Her footsteps echoed distant.

Marissa and I shared a guilty smile. My lithe cousin slipped out of bed totally naked. She saw me staring and cupped her boob, blowing me a kiss.

"Let's go incest-lover," she said to me. I started to get angry, but then I chuckled. She was right, of course.

We all got out of bed and got dressed. I was sticky with all sorts of liquids, but I went straight downstairs. My sibling and cousins came down behind me. All of us looking like we'd survived a hurricane -- battered and bruised. Hair all over the place and legs not much better.

"You guys party too hard," Uncle Micah said as we sat down.

"Or not hard enough," Aunt Tara said, giving my Mom a knowing wink.

She set out a plate of fresh blueberry pancakes. It was good to know that even after fucking my brother, some pleasures didn't pale.

"We're going to hit the beach," Mom said.

"Actually, Aunt Deb, we were hoping to head over to the other town and play on the boardwalk," Marissa said, "Go on some rides, that kind of thing." You better believe my cousin made the word 'rides' sound as dirty as possible.

"Oh," my Mom said. I could hear the disappointment in her voice and for a moment I felt guilty. Spending a day with the 'rents wouldn't be so bad, right? I looked over at Liam, his sky-blue eyes. Remembered how they looked when he was buried inside me. Yes, that kind of answered my question.

"We'll be back for dinner," I said, "Probably."

"Well don't hold up on our account," Dad said, acidly.

I pretended to be oblivious.

We took Uncle Micah's car. The town was different with the sun up, but no less busy. Near where we'd found the minigolf place the time before was a small amusement park. Near the boardwalk it was indoors and mostly kid stuff. But further back, in the hot bright sun of the blacktop, they had a few rides that we could go on, including a Tilt-A-Whirl and The Whip. There was even a small Crazy Mouse.

We took turns together on the rides. Usually I went with Liam, but I also rode alongside Marissa and even me and Logan went a couple times. I wanted to stay by my brother, but Liam was being oddly silent, and it made me uncomfortable. Was he regretting what we'd done the night before? I was already feeling vulnerable, if Liam was now embarrassed, I worried that it might break me.

"You OK?" I asked him. It had taken all my courage to get out those two words as the Tilt-A-Whirl began to wind up. The two of us nestled in the pod. Pressed tight.

"I'm fine," Liam said, staring forward. His reticence hurt worse than any insult he could have thrown my way.

"OK, well, my secret for the day is that you're weirding me out. We did something totally intimate and scary last night and now I don't know how to feel."

Liam looked down and I think my words finally got to him because I saw his blue eyes soften. "My secret is that last night was the most wonderful moment of my life," Liam said. I'd thought he was angry or ashamed. I realized he was scared. Overwhelmed the same way I was. I squeezed his arm tighter and not because the ride was speeding up. "I don't want to lose you, Melanie."

"Don't do that," I said. Liam looked legitimately hurt by my words. "Don't call me that. You've done it a few times now and it freaks me out. I've always been Lemony, your little Lemon, and if that's changed because of everything..."

"I'm sorry, Lemony," Liam said. He kissed my head. "Everything that's happened. I don't know what to think except I can't stop thinking about you. How amazing you are. How lucky I was last night to share that with you."

My brother the romantic. Who knew?

"I'm so scared you're going to tell me you're mad," Liam said. "Or you wish we didn't do it. Or something like that because all I can think about is being that way with you again."

"Well, you probably shouldn't cum in me again," I said.

"Oh," Liam said, the words taking a while to reach his brain. "Oh! Oh shit Lemony, I'm so sorry. When you didn't say something, I thought you must be on the pill."

"It's OK," I said, "I didn't say it, but I should have and now you know. You know, for next time."

"Next time?"

"Yes. I want to keep doing that. With you," I said.

The ride slowed and we stepped off. I'd been so locked in conversation with my brother, I'd lost track of the ride, itself. After we got walked off, I saw Logan and Marissa were about to get on the Ferris Wheel on the far side of the park. We went over to the railing and waved, watching as our cousins got on.

"You really enjoyed what we did?" Liam asked. His blond hair near transparent in the bright sun. "I'm serious," he said, "I thought the first time was supposed to be bad. Painful. For the girl, anyway."

"It was horrible," I said, "Worst sex I ever had." I leaned over and kissed him. "Look, I don't know. I guess it did kind of hurt at first. But then it felt really really good. And then it got better. Did you want it to hurt me?

"Definitely not," Liam said, "I guess I just had all these expectations for what sex was. Good and bad. Last night kinda surprised me, that's all."

"Me too," I said, "I mean, I thought boys were supposed to blow their wad in three seconds the first time they do it. But you lasted, like forever."

"Yeah, I think with all the other stuff we did that day I built up a little lasting power?" Liam said, "Or something? I don't know. Do you wish that I'd exploded in three seconds?"

"Hell no," I said. I grabbed Liam's hand on the railing.

Speaking of things that didn't make sense -- I was falling in love with my brother.

After Logan and Marissa got off the ride, we all agreed we wanted to grab something to eat and lay out on the beach. We found that same pizza place with the giant slices (although, to be fair, it looked like everyplace served them that way). I don't know if it was the sun or the sex, but that slice tasted amazing.

After we ate, Logan grabbed Liam by the elbow and dragged him forward. "We need to go get some stuff out of the car," he told my brother. Meanwhile, Marissa and I walked up to the boardwalk railing overlooking the beach and stared out at the ocean, waiting for our siblings.

"So how was it?" Marissa asked.

"The Tilt-A-Whirl?" I asked, "It was OK." My cousin elbowed me in the ribs. "I told you last night that I liked it."

"No regrets in the morning?" Marissa asked. It felt like she was testing me.

"No, you were right," I said, "Being with Liam was amazing."

Marissa smiled, wide. I'd passed her exam. "I'm glad. I'm so happy for both of you. I know people will say it's wrong. But being with your brother, I can tell you, there's nothing like it. And twins makes it extra special. You were partners since the womb. This is, like, the natural next step in your relationship. That connection? It makes everything mean so much more."

"I suppose," I said. I kept glancing around to see who might be listening. I might have decided that sex with my brother wasn't bad, but I doubted the rest of the world would see it that way. What we were doing, no matter how incredible it felt, was still wrong. That didn't mean I wanted it stop, although some part of me rationalized that I would at some point in the future. Mostly, I wanted to keep it a secret. Marissa, though? My cousin seemed to want to shout out our incest to everyone within earshot.

"This is going to be great," Marissa said, "You'll see. Now that you've learned to trust me, there's all sorts of fun stuff we can do."

We heard a shout and glanced back. Our brothers were coming up the steps, both overloaded with towels and beach stuff under their arms.

"Isn't Logan cute?" Marissa asked, "He's so super hot, isn't he?"

"I guess," I said.

"Oh, don't be silly," Marissa said, "You're not like, betraying anyone by admitting my brother's a hunk."

Yes, Logan was attractive. I'd said it many times already. But Marissa seemed to be pushing me into something that I didn't want to admit. So, I just nodded.

"I knew it," Marissa said, "I knew you were into him. I mean, how could you not be?" I expected her to say something niceback about Liam. But instead she went over to help her brother carry some of the stuff. I did the same for my brother.

"What is all this?" I asked, holding several thin plastic poles.

"You'll see," Logan said with a wicked smirk.

We went down the steps and onto the warm sand. Unlike by our beach house, here it was crowded and loud. People ran back and forth in the sand, screaming and laughing at the top of their lungs. The ocean was almost overfull. We had to search for a spot that could fit the four of us, though we finally did, a bit further back from the water than we were used to.

Logan took the poles out of my hands and began to bend them into a sheet of canvas. A moment later, he popped a big, blue beach tent up. So that's what they'd brought! It looked pretty big and was covered on three sides, though the front hung open like a lolling tongue.

Liam was carrying a cooler and he opened it. I saw there were beers inside. Logan grabbed one and cracked it open, as if it was nothing. Instinctively, I glanced around. The beach was busy, but it wasn't like people were on top of us. Still, I eyed my cousin nervously as he handed me a beer.

"No one cares about that stuff here," Marissa said. I opened up the can and took a sip. I wasn't used to alcohol -- I'd only had it a few times. It tingled on my tongue and roiled in my belly.

My cousin took off her shirt and jeans, revealing another bikini -- a white one with a big gold-colored ring holding the cups of her bra together. She smiled, seeing me looking at her, and swished her little butt.

I took a deep breath. I wasn't comfortable about this, but I'd made a promise. You'd think after everything that'd happened, I might finally be OK with my body. But there's no magic wand for self-assurance, not even what my brother had between his legs. It took a lot to cast away a lifetime's lack of confidence.

I stood up and lifted off my shirt. Then I undid my jean shorts, pushing them over my wide hips. I fought the urge to dive into the tent and hide. I know the whole beach wasn't staring at me, but God it sure did feel like it.

"You wore the bikini!" Marissa shouted. I tried to fold inside myself but couldn't. "I told you! You look amazing. Doesn't she look incredible, guys?"

Logan and Liam both stared at me, nodding almost numbly. Like adherents to my secret cult. Their reaction definitely helped me feel better. I stopped squeezing my own arms. Let my body relax. The wind tossed at my blonde hair.

The bikini had been an impulse purchase, bought in the microsecond of time between when my breasts started growing like crazy and when I began to hate them. That little moment where I thought I might actually be sexy. The suit was bright yellow, because of course, and still fairly conservative. You couldn't really see my tits, but you couldn't miss they were massive behind the cloth. It did the same for the curve of my bottom.

Like I said, I hated the outfit almost the minute I bought it. But I'd brought the bikini with me because, I don't know, maybe I was hoping to be the sort of person who wore such things. I thought I'd put it on in the backyard one day to tan. At most. But now here I was, on this packed beach, and I was wearing the little two-piece. It was scary, but it was good.

"Seriously, Lemony, you look fucking great," Marissa said.

"Not too fat?" I asked, shifting my hips nervously. My cousin stood up and pressed her hand on my stomach. I jumped, then settled.

"There's not even a bit of flab here," Marissa said. She cupped my ass and I really did jump. "Or there. You're just curvy."

"Yes, sis, you look amazing," Liam said. And I could tell by his shorts that he wasn't kidding. Logan looked at me and nodded as well.

"Really good," he said.

I fought to keep the smile off my face and sat down in the sun tent. It was nice to feel confident, for that moment, but it was also good to be able to hide away.

"Seriously, you need to stop acting like your body's something to be ashamed of," Marissa said, standing over me. "I wish I had half the assets you've got."

"I'd rather I was more like you," I said.

"Well, I am damn sexy," Marissa said, and slapped her own ass. We both giggled.

We did our own suntan lotion this time, then lay back in the tent. Logan said it was for four but we all barely fit. Liam pressed against my one side and Marissa on the other. In the heat, it was a little much. Eventually I unrolled my towel out in the sun and lay on that. My skin was already nice and brown, although my stomach was a bit pale.

The boys got up and played paddleball (they'd brought that from the car as well), bouncing the pink ball back and forth with loud, vibrating swats. A group nearby had a radio on, playing the Yankees game, and I could hear bits and pieces of it carrying over the ocean winds.

I finished my beer and Logan gave me another. I felt a bit warm, so I rolled onto my stomach and buried my head in my arms. I felt a hand at my back and looked up. Marissa was standing over me.

"No tan lines," she declared, and unsnapped the back of my bra. I gasped as I felt the strings slide down my shoulders. I looked over and saw Marissa lie down and do the same thing. Her little, brownish nipples erect against the towel. I reminded myself not to stand.

The boys got tired of their game. Logan walked past and went to go lie down in the tent. Liam lay down on the towel next to me.

"No bra?" he asked.

"Marissa says no tan lines," I said.

"Nice," Liam said. My brother really did have a thing for my big boobs. It helped me feel more comfortable about them that he was so appreciative.

"Hey, um, Mariss?" Logan called from the tent, "I need help back here. With something."

My cousin sighed and rolled her eyes. She pulled her top up, just enough to cover herself, then she went back into the tent. There was a loud kissing noise and a giggle. I didn't need to look to know what was going on in there. My cousins' legs intertwined in the sand.

The tent covered three sides, but the front was open. Someone could walk by and see what was going on. And while my cousins were acting mostly PG-13, I didn't think it would take long for them to graduate to R (or NC-17). I tied the top of my suit back on and got up. As I stood, I felt the blood rush to my head.

I looked down at the three empty cans of beer, lying discarded in the sand next to my towel. I didn't think it was all that much, but my body disagreed. I wasn't smashed, just a little clumsy, and I giggled stupidly as I stumbled a bit getting straightened.

Once I had my bearings, I took one of the towels and hung it over the open mouth of the tent. It wasn't completely secure, but now you'd have to really be looking to notice more than four moving feet.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my stomach. A kiss on the back of my neck.

"I also, um, need help with something," Liam whispered in my ear, and it tingled all the way down to my pussy.

"They're already in there," I said.

"So?" Liam said.

"Yes. So what?" Marissa asked from the tent. How did she keep noticing our private moments?

Liam kissed the back of my neck. His hands started to drift upwards. At this point, I surrendered to the logic of his argument and let him push me back onto the ground. As soon as I was on my back, he kissed me on the lips. He tasted salty; his skin rough with stray sand. We both slid till we were covered in the humid semi-darkness of the tent.

Marissa was lying next to me. Her brother kissing her hard. Their bodies rocked back and forth, bouncing against ours. Liam nuzzled my neck. His body already sweaty on mine. His movements urgent. I wasn't expecting much foreplay in this situation and, fortunately, my brother didn't give it.

He reached between my legs and pulled the gusset of my bikini to the side. His swim trunks had a Velcro fly and he ripped it open. Liam fell forward. It was clear he was trying to get his cock in me, but he kept missing. Finally, I reached down and grabbed his dick, aiming it at my pussy.

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We both sighed as his cockhead made contact. I thought it would be easy, like last night, but instead my sex seemed to have shrunk back down. Liam got maybe the head in at most, before having to draw back and push again. My pussy spread deliciously as his thickness forced its way inside. That wonderful mix of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck her. Fuck your sister," Marissa said, and I couldn't tell whether she was urging Logan or Liam. As if either needed the encouragement.

The tent filled with grunts and growls. Slapping flesh.

"God, you feel so good, Lemon," Liam gasped. His body strained against mine. "I've gotta feel those incredible tits." He pulled my top off and squeezed my breasts. The flesh overspilling his palms. "That amazing ass." He slipped his hands down and gripped my butt cheeks with the same fervor.

Marissa started making these little gasps and I looked over. She was lost in her brother's eyes. The two of them railing each other. Their faces a mirror of pleasure. Marissa felt me looking and turned her head. She gave me a mischievous smile and, before I could react, leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

We'd done this before, with our brothers' sperm, but this felt like another level entirely. Both of us being fucked while we pressed our mouths together. It amped up how hot this all felt, fucking my brother, barely hidden by a tent, in the middle of the busy beach, while my cousins humped next to us. And now I was kissing Marissa. It did almost as much for me as the tight, hard thrusts of Liam's cock in my cunt. I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me.

I felt someone squeeze my breast. But both of Liam's hands were still tight on my bottom. I looked and saw that it was Logan. He'd put his hand on my boob while he humped his sister. Logan pinched my nipple tight and gave me a hungry grin. It didn't feel good or bad, just different. If Liam or Marissa saw, they didn't say anything.

"oh. Oh. OH!" Marissa put her hand on Logan's backside, holding him in place. Logan let go of my breast, distracted by his sister's orgasm.

"Gonna..." he said, and his body bucked.

"Oh yyyyeeeeeeeeesssssss," Marissa said as her brother filled her. Both of them back to only being enraptured with each other.

Liam's breathing started to come short. His rhythm broke. I could feel my brother's impending orgasm as much as my own. I realized I needed to catch up and slipped my fingers into my bottoms. Found my clit and started rubbing for all I was worth.

"You... you gonna cum?" Liam said.

"Think so," I said, "Give me a... ah. Yeah. Totally."

"I'm gonna cum," Liam said. I realized if he went right then, it wouldn't be enough.

"Hang on," I said, "Hold on. Almost there. Not yet. Give me a little more, ok baby?"

"Really close," Liam said, "Trying. You feel so good, Lemony."

"I know," I whined, "Just a little more." Liam's pounding slowed, to try to stop himself from going over. Ironically it only made my own orgasm slip away. I resigned myself to being less satisfied.

"It's OK," I told him, "Keep going."

"But you won't..."

"It's alright," I said, "You're already so close, I know. You can do it. I promise I won't be mad."

Liam started to thrust harder. I rubbed my clit, hoping I might make my release in time.

I felt both our cousins looking at us as we coupled. They'd already finished and were wrapped around each other, watching.

"Cum," Marissa whispered. And, again, I couldn't tell who she was commanding.

I guess Liam assumed it was him, though, because he froze. "Oh God sis I'm... AHHHHH I can't stop it, I'm sorry!" He roared and I felt my pussy fill with his warmth once again.

When he splashed my cervix, my own body finally decided to give in, and a little orgasm coursed through me. It wasn't anything near to what I'd experienced the night before, but it felt good just the same. My brother's release making my own much the better.

Liam bucked against me. His hands gripped my butt, too tight. Absently, I was aware that my brother was inseminating my unprotected pussy once again. I didn't care. I couldn't bear for him to stop.

We both came down, panting and laughing. I reached up and smoothed his hair. He was watching me with adoration, again.

"Still... still can't believe you let me do that," he said, "How lucky I am." He kissed me hard, and it was almost better than the orgasm.

I think we fell asleep for a while. When I woke up the sun was lower, and the beach seemed quiet. Still plenty bright and busy, but time had clearly passed. I glanced at my phone and saw it was about four.

Liam got off me, our bodies both sticky with each other's liquids. We pulled on our clothes, stumbled out of the tent, and got in the ocean. He kept looking at me and smiling, like he knew something secret about me. Which, of course, he did. My twin brother knew what his sister's pussy felt like. Knew the sounds she made, the faces, as she came.

Marissa and Logan floated next to us. They both gave me that same, knowing, self-satisfied grin. I felt my brother's semen slip down my leg. His essence swimming through the salt of the sea.

We got back to the tents and packed up our stuff. As we walked back, I let Logan and Marissa slip ahead. Put my arm in Liam's and enjoyed being so close in his company.

"I'm sorry, Lemon," Liam said, "I know you said not to, you know, do that. In you. In the moment I got caught up. Wanted you to go, too. And I... Well, I know I shouldn't have and I'm sorry."

"Why do you always say that?" I asked. "Sorry?"

He looked taken aback. I tried to soften what I was saying. I wasn't angry at my brother for cumming in me. After, all I didn't stop him either. In that moment, I didn't want him to do anything but fill me with his sticky seed. I blamed myself, more than I ever did him.

"Like, almost every time you cum, you say it," I said, "I'm not trying to be mean. Just asking."

"Oh, I didn't realize," Liam said. "I don't know. I guess, in the moment, when I'm about to go, I become aware of how wrong it is. What we're doing. Not that I don't love it, feel so lucky for it. But, I mean, you're not supposed to cum in your sister."

"No, that does tend to be frowned upon."

"Also, like, I want to give you pleasure. Make you feel good. When I come, that's it. The fun stops. So, I always feel bad. Like, I want to last forever in you and when I cum I can't."

"But it feels good, right? Cumming?"

"Amazing," Liam said.

"Do you like it when I orgasm?" I asked.

"It's kind of like my favorite thing ever," Liam said, "I love seeing it. Seeing you. You're so beautiful, sis, I think I'd like to watch you cum even if it wasn't me getting you there."

I blushed. My brother really had a way with words post-sex. Like fucking turned him into a poet or something. At least for a little bit.

"Well, I like it when you cum, too. So, you don't have to be guilty about it."

"Even though you're my twin sister?"

"Especially because of that," I said. And was surprised to find that I meant it.

We packed the car, then went back to the boardwalk for dinner. As we ate sausage and pepper sandwiches, I got a text from my Mom.

"She wants to know when we're coming home," I said.

"There's a club down the street from here," Marissa said, "They don't check IDs too closely and I thought we could go for a bit."

Well, that answered that question.

When we were done eating, we walked off the boardwalk and into the downtown. The sun was at the horizon, turning everything a shadowy orange. Lots of people our age milled about. I saw more than a few guys watch me and Marissa hungrily, despite the two large men we were walking with.

The club was at the end of the block, striped with pink-blue neon lights. As Marissa promised, the bouncer barely glanced at our IDs before letting us inside. The place was loud and already full of people. A DJ was at one side of a large dance floor, lost in a haze of laser light and choking smoke.

There was a long bar at one side, and we went over. Again, no one checked Logan's ID when he bought the three of us beers. We leaned against the bar and watched as other people danced. I tried to sip my drink slowly. Despite all the sex and sleep I felt a bit gummy from the three I'd had before. The bottle emptied way too quickly. Even faster, Logan replaced it with another. I tried to give him money for it, but he waved me away.

"I want to dance," Marissa announced. She looked at Logan, but he eyed her like it was his first time at dim sum and she was offering him some chicken feet. "You're no fun."

"I'll go," Liam said. He shrugged and left his beer, half drunk, on the bar. Marissa grabbed his hands and dragged him out.

My blond brother looked so different than his cousin. They made for a funny combination: this tall, lithe woman dancing with her shorter, muscular partner. The differences didn't seem to bother Marissa one bit. She danced with my brother like they were the center of attention.

This was the moment where I was supposed to feel left out. Marissa was doing some definite dirty dancing with my brother: running her hands down his chest, gripping his hips, grinding her butt back against his crotch. I should have been jealous. But instead, I just enjoyed the two of them enjoying each other.

I don't think Logan liked it as much, though, because he grabbed my arm and pulled me out to the dance floor. Together, we began moving to the music -- a pulsing, upbeat thump that vibrated in my chest. Though my heart had a lot of reasons to pound.

Logan's dark brown eyes stared into me, deep. His permanent serious stare seemed to drill right into my soul. It was powerful. Intoxicating and dangerous like a shot of dark liquor. Spicy, burning, closing my throat. Sending me down, down, down.

I was aware of how we were moving. Of how Logan traced my sides, my chest. Moved behind me and pressed his hardness into my ass. All I could see were those eyes. The way he looked at me like he knew me down to the atoms and loved every little bit he saw.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and Liam spun me away. "Having fun?" he asked me.

"You're here, how could I not?" I said.

Now it was Logan, playfully slapping my sides. Clapping and laughing. Whispering made up lyrics in my ear that kind of fit the wordless, thrumming tune. According to Liam, this was a song about someone who loved their pet iguana too much. Made as much sense as anything.

Then Marissa pushed my brother aside and she and I were dancing in a very different way. My cousin wrapped her long, thin arms around my neck. She waved her arms and undulated her hips. Marissa smiled at me, naughty, and playfully nipped at my lips.

"You're so fucking hot and you don't even see it," Marissa said.

I went back to my usual refrain. I thought Marissa was sex in denim shorts. My cousin laughed and this time she kissed me full on the mouth. Urgent and heavy. Lips sweet and tongue wanting. We pulled away gasping for air. I saw Liam give Logan a high five out of the corner of my eye.

After that I needed a break, so I went back to the bar. I was on my third beer at the club. No, my fourth. I'd lost count. The world seemed tipsy, spinning ever so slightly. Time slowed to a crawl and skipped whole sections just to catch up. We took turns on the dance floor. The music felt so good on my body. The boys' hands even better.

I danced with Logan and he grasped my ass. I bopped with Liam and he squeezed my tits. I wanted more. My body wanted more, and my brain was too checked out to set any blocks in my way.

At one point I looked over and saw that Marissa had her hands around my brother's waist. They were swaying, close. Rubbing hard. She leaned in to whisper, and he laughed. Blond head thrown back.

I tightened my own grip on Logan. Looked into those stormy eyes. Then my lips were on his. Liam was loving and Marissa was playful. Logan, though, kissed me with a drive that threatened to drag me down to the bottom of the sea. A heady, wanting passion that felt like gravity on overload.

"Let's go," Marissa said. She was already holding Liam's hand and she grabbed mine. I put my hand on Logan's and the four of us dragged a line right out of the club.

Outside, the sidewalks were almost as busy. The ocean air blew breezy cold. Logan had been buying beers, but he wasn't drinking them. He herded the three of us -- cavorting caterwauling, crazy-ass drunks -- back to our car.

Marissa climbed into the back seat, dragging Liam along with her. I got into shotgun. Logan next to me. He eyed me for a moment; my God that stare.

The moon was bright, hanging over us like it might lunge at any moment. I lulled in the low roar of the car while wisps of music floated through my mind. I heard that kissing sound again and glanced back. Marissa and Liam were making out in the backseat. Her little fingers running through my brother's short hair. Something was bothering me, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

I put my hand on Logan's thigh. Slid it up and felt his long, strong dick through his shorts. I went into his pant leg. Under his boxers. Felt the bare, hard heat of his cock. In the rearview mirror, Marissa's perky boobs were out, and Liam was suckling at them. She looked so sexy with her tight little body and her tiny tits. Liam's large hands covered them completely.

Logan parked the car in the driveway, and we spilled out. Marissa topless, tittering. Liam's lips pressed to her neck. We stumbled into the house. I knew I should be quiet, but I couldn't remember why.

Up the stairs to the tiny bedroom. Two beds staring back at us, anticipating. Marissa took off her little shorts and fell onto the sheets, pulling my brother on top of her. Liam's pants jangled as he undid his belt.

I stood in front of the other bed. Logan gave me a half-smile and stepped close. He ripped his dark t-shirt over his head. I did the same. Bra and all. My big tits spilled out. My cousin took off his shorts. Just in his boxers. I mirrored him again, nothing but the bottoms of my little yellow bikini.

Logan took my hand and led me down to the bed. We kissed again. His lips pressed against mine so hard I was sure they'd bruise. He pushed my arms outward. Held me there in his thrall.

I heard a low groan and knew without the need to look that my brother's dick was in my cousin's mouth. But I did look, and I saw Marissa's nose buried in Liam's pubes. Deeper than I could ever imagine taking him.

"Fuck that's thick," Marissa said.

"God that's good," Liam said.

Logan reached down and slid off my bottoms. My pussy, pink and exposed. Little blonde hairs the only thing left to cover it. Logan buried his face in my twat. His nose drove into my clit. A noise came out of me that I didn't know I could make. A long, low groan that felt more like an animal than sweet, little me.

Marissa sucked up and down Liam's thick dick. Making loud sloppy slurping sounds like she wanted me to hear.

"Fuck that feels so good," Liam said.

"Not yet," Marissa said, "Don't you dare go off on me yet." She pulled him out of her mouth and slipped back onto the bed. Legs open wide, like mine. Liam started to move his head toward her center, but she reached down and pulled him closer. She shifted his stick. In a moment, Liam, my love, was plunged in our cousin's pussy.

Logan kept licking me and I felt the orgasm start to rise. Sudden and sharp, my cum grabbed hold of me before I could get my arms around it, the size and intensity overwhelming. I cried out. My body bucked.

When I opened my eyes, Logan was staring down at me. That look again. Pure, wanton passion. He grabbed my thighs and turned me over. I found myself on all fours. Presenting myself to him. Pussy flushed and gaping. Little brown star right in front of his eyes. I felt so vulnerable it made my head spin -- like I wasn't already dizzy enough.

The tip of Logan's spear pressed at my sex. One day after I had my first ever cock, I was taking another one. I thought I was ready for it. Logan slipped into me. Drew back. Pressed harder. This wasn't the slow, careful entry I was used to. Logan drove into me like I was being naughty by daring to hold back on his dick. As if my little vagina needed training and he was here to teach her well.

Logan pushed forward again. His hands on my ass. It didn't hurt, really, but it was rough. He slid up, right to the point where my body was used to a cock stopping. And then he went further.

Like I said, Logan was long, but I didn't know the meaning of it, really, till he was buried in my own personal measuring apparatus. God, it felt like he was stirring up my guts. I slid my hand down, just to check there wasn't a cylindrical bulge in my stomach. I found my clit, instead, and started to rub.

Liam and Marissa were fucking hard on the bed next to us. The both of them jabbering at each other. A conversation that made sense only to them.

"Fuck, that thick cock. So good. Pound my pussy. Stretch it good. Fuck. Yes. OH! YES!"

"Feel good?"

"Oh yes."

"Good. Good. Want to fuck you so good."

"You're doing it, baby. Oh God I'm getting close. Slow down. Speed up. A little... No. OK. That's it. Oh! Lemony your brother's giving it to me so good I... OH FUCK!"

Logan was battering me down now. Standing behind my jiggling butt. Mating me like an animal. I was used to Liam's encouraging looks. His little smiles. The way the both of us built to our orgasm, like a shared project.

Logan plowed into me all his own. My orgasm was assumed. Logan was going to get off and the smug bastard knew, knew, that would get me there, too. I felt taken. Owned.

He worked me over. Loud slaps. His balls against my clit. So good. With every thrust, Logan's long dick bounced off my cervix and it kind of hurt. I told myself I didn't like it, but my body disagreed. I was being battered into the bed and I could only cry out.

"Oh Liam, YES!" Marissa cried.

"You cumming?"

"Fuh... fuh... fuck yeah," Marissa said.

"Me too. Gonna cum too," Liam said.

"Do it," Marissa said, "Cum in me. Fill my fertile pussy with your seed. Cum, cousin. Cum in MEEEEE!" She arched her back, like arming herself for the coming explosion. Liam roared. I watched Marissa's body flush as Liam filled her.

Logan felt my lack of attention and he slapped my ass, hard. The heat sparked down my soft buttcheek and right down to my pussy. Again, I felt embarrassed by how easily he owned me.

I felt Logan's body tighten behind me and I knew his orgasm wasn't far behind. I waited for him to warn me. To ask if I was ready to go. Of course, he did nothing of the sort.

"Watch," Marissa said. She and Liam were lying back on the other bed. My cousin holding my brother's head in place. "Watch my brother cum in your sister. See how good she looks as he fills her up."

That little bit of consciousness finally pushed through.

"Not..." I gasped out. "Not in me."

Logan froze. I wasn't sure how he'd react. Half of me thought he would inseminate me anyway. Part of me wanted him to. But my cousin, after treating me like his personal fuck toy (and making me love every minute of it), gave me the respect of stopping.

"I'm not safe," I said, "Not on the pill. Please. On me. My tits. My face. Just not inside. Pleaaaase."

Logan's cock slipped out and I immediately regretted my choice. He slapped my ass lightly and I flopped onto my back. My hand was buried lewdly in my snatch. Logan knelt between my legs and started stroking. Both of us worked ourselves over.

By some miracle, my own orgasm came first. My mouth hung open and I made a short little "Oh" like a gasp of surprise. My sight blurred. My orgasm exploded outward. Like a little bomb going off in my pussy, slowly expanding till all of me was engulfed.

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I was panting. Logan's penis pendulous over me. I fought through the pleasure (what an odd thought) and sat up. Grabbed my cousin's cock with my hand. He trembled and I marveled at how quickly my captor became captivated.

"Cum for me, cousin," I begged, "Cover me in your seed. Mark me."

Liam groaned. Those incredible eyes so focused I could fall into them forever. I felt his cock twitch and the first burst splattered over my face. I blinked as sticky cum got in my eye. Another. This one on my tits.

"Oh YES!" Logan shouted. Warm spatters painted my face and chest. I fell back. Logan's dick shrinking in my hand. A long trail of slowly cooling wetness dribbled down my arm.

I felt another body shake the bed. I forced my eyes open and saw Marissa leaning over me. She kissed my lips. I realized it wasn't affection. Marissa wanted the cum her brother had left on me. My cheeks, my tits. Marissa lapped up every last bit.

And then I had the strangest thought. It made sense in the moment, that sick, twisted sex logic. I need to return the favor. I pushed Marissa down onto the bed. Gave her my own attempt at a wicked smile. I traced my tongue down her stomach to her pussy. It was neat, the fact that she had no hair there. Not better, but different.

Marissa's cunt hung open, a glob of my brother's sperm leaking out. I licked her snatch from top to bottom. She froze so fast you'd think I'd shot her.

My brother's salty semen mixed with Marissa's heady juices. I didn't like the taste, but I loved what it did to my cousin. Marissa shook and keened. She begged and babbled. Her hands gripping my shoulders. I'd find nail marks there in the shower the next day. Her thighs so tight around my head I worried my skull would burst like a grape.

I kept my tongue pressed to my cousin's pussy till I couldn't taste the semen anymore. Then I drove down onto Marissa's clit. She tightened further, then her body went limp. I'm sure she said something. I couldn't hear it, my ears covered tight by her legs.

I looked up, cheeks sticky with girl cum, and gave the room a stupid grin.

"That was. Fuck," Marissa said, "Fuck you. You've ruined me forever."

"Only fair," I said, "Since you did it to me."

"That was amazing," Liam said.

"I kind of want to go again," Marissa said.

"No," the three of us chorused. I somewhat remember collapsing into the bed. The warm comforter and the soft pillow. Being honest, though, I'm not sure at all how I got there.

I woke up the next morning too hungover to move. Wrapped in body parts that I couldn't connect. Marissa's legs. Logan's arms. And, of course, Liam's hard cock. Pressed against my ass. Like it was always meant to be there.

I didn't process what I'd done till I was in the shower the next morning.

I'd woken up with the dawning sun still wan in the window. I realized with a start that we needed to get up before our parents decided to check on us. Naked, post-orgy was something we could not explain away. I extricated myself from the pile, then slipped out to the bathroom. Every part of me felt stiff. Sticky. Even my poor little brain.

As the hot water washed over me, the reality seeped in. Oh God, I'd slept with Logan. Let him fuck me like, I don't know, some kind of cock-crazed slut. Was it bad that my one saving grace was that I'd stopped him from inseminating me? As if my own brother doing it twice wasn't an issue at all?

I heard the bathroom door open. My blond brother entered, and my chest ached at the sight of him. I didn't care about the wet. I threw open the curtain and threw myself into Liam's arms.

"Oh God, love, I'm so sorry."

Liam held me tight as I soaked through his t-shirt. He squeezed me, as if he could sense how much I needed it.

"Just tell me we're OK," I babbled, "I don't care if it's not true. Please just say it."

"We're OK," Liam said. I stepped back and stared at him. The shower water hissed loud behind me. "Are you OK?"

"God no," I said, "I love you. You know that right? Not like, sister love or twin love but love love. Please don't let me ruin that."

"I love you, too," Liam said, a smile forming on his lips. "Come here." He stripped off his shirt and boxers, then led me back into the shower. Pulled the curtain closed, still holding me tight. His strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe.

"You want to tell me what's going on?" Liam asked.

"I fucked Logan," I said, "Well, he fucked me. If I'm being honest, I wasn't doing much. But that's not the point. I was with him."

"And I was with Marissa," Logan said, "But you don't seem upset about that."

"Of course not," I said, "We were drunk and you both looked so hot together. I don't care if you... Oh."

"Right," Liam said.

"So, you're not mad," I said.

"Not unless you want me to be," Liam said.

"Fuck, you're so amazing," I said, "I mean, how am I so lucky that someone so amazing loves me."

"I don't know about amazing," Liam said, "I've kind of been acting like a dick for the last six months."

"Yes, what's up with that?" I said.

There was a loud knock on the door.

"Some of us would like hot water!" Marissa yelled. Logan rolled his eyes at me.

"She's so bossy," he said, "Get out of the shower. Cum in my pussy. Lick my clit. Good Lord."

We switched off the water and wrapped ourselves in towels. When I opened the door, Marissa and Logan were both standing in the hallway. Giving us the stink eye.

"Our parents are still asleep," Marissa said. God, what shitty teenagers were we, waking up before our own parents?

Liam and I walked across the hall. He sat down on the bed in his towel. I sat next to him. He held my tiny hands in his -- they looked so pink and weak next to his strong palms and thick fingers.

"On our eighteenth birthday," Liam said.

"You caught Dad with the caterer."

"I did," Liam said, "And it broke me. I wanted to tell you, needed to tell you, but I couldn't. Not because of anything you did. I felt like it was trapped inside me. That knowledge. Eating me alive. And while I know this makes no rational sense because it was my own choice, I started to resent the world for making me keep my secret."

"I understand," I said. And oddly, I did. I could imagine seeing Dad with some woman and wanting to tell everyone, needing to, and realizing that I couldn't. And then, yes, I think I would hate people for trapping me that way. Even if they couldn't know it was their fault.

"Then school was ending," Liam said, "Dad was being a dick and Mom was distant. I felt so alone. And then there was you."

"Me?" I asked. It kept coming back to me.

"You," Liam said. He poked my massive boob.

"Oh. Me."

"You grew those and, suddenly, my sister wasn't my cute best friend who happened to live in my house. She was a woman. A sexy, beautiful woman that I wanted so bad. I knew I wasn't supposed to think of you that way. But I couldn't stop myself. I started to see you in every fantasy. But, of course, I couldn't have you."

"That had to be hard, fighting with your own body like that," I said. I knew it was, because I'd been doing the same. Telling myself that what we were doing was only wrong if I liked it. Or if we did it once, then it was OK but not twice. OK, twice, but not a third time. And on and on I went, like back on that Tilt-A-Whirl. Sick to my stomach yet praying the ride would never end. So yeah, I got it.

"I tried to find other girls attractive," Liam said, "Their tits were too small, or their face wasn't pretty enough, or they weren't as smart as you or funny or sweet. I was comparing them all to my sister and none of them made the cut. I couldn't stop thinking it: she'd be cute if she looked more like Melanie. And yes, I'm calling you that. I don't care anymore. Lemony was my little twin sister. Melanie is the woman I fell in love with. Long before any of this happened."

I guess Lemon was kind of a kid name. And I liked the idea of being able to buy different colored clothing. Still it felt weird when my brother said it. Melanie? Who was that?

"So, I wasn't mad at you," Liam said, "I treated you like that because if I didn't, I was going to be kissing you. Holding you. Loving you. But I'm sorry because that was shitty too. If it makes you feel any better, I was only hurting myself."

"I don't want you to be hurt," I said, "I want you to be happy. I realized that seeing you with Marissa didn't make me jealous because I love you -- your happiness makes me happy. Seeing you enjoy her, that was kind of fun, too."

"And I felt the same about you and Logan," Liam said, "Like I said, sis, I just love to watch you cum."

"So we're OK?" I asked.

"You and me?" Liam said, "Yes, we're OK. Our family? Maybe not so much."

And I knew he was right. Mom and Dad were splitting up. I'd known it for so long, well before my eighteenth birthday, being honest. I'd fought hard to not see it, because maybe if I didn't acknowledge it, then it wouldn't be true. But I couldn't change the world, no matter how much I tried. I could only enjoy the good parts. And I was so glad to share them with the love of my life. My brother.

"So, we're going to keep doing this," I said, standing up. I undid my towel and got out clean clothes.

"Fuck I hope so," Liam said, his eyes glued to my tits.

"And Marissa and Logan?"

Liam shrugged. He stood up and started to get dressed, too. I hoped he didn't see how I was staring at his cock.

"Tomorrow we're going home," Liam said, "This is almost certainly the last TwinCon, or at least the last one like this. Seems a shame to not enjoy our time together. The four of us."

I smiled, broadly. I was hoping he'd say that.

That morning, we went downstairs and made breakfast for our parents. The four of us working together, the perfect team. I mixed the batter for pancakes while Logan put bacon in the oven. Marissa sliced up fresh fruit and Liam scrambled eggs.

I went out to set the table, and as I walked past Marissa, she slapped my ass.

"Last night was so much fun," she said. "I hope you enjoyed it too."

I wasn't sure what to say. I bought some time by putting plates down around the table.

So long as Liam was OK with what we'd done, then I was OK too. But I didn't think I should admit to how much I enjoyed it. Or, for that matter, how much it frightened me in the morning. Still, I wanted to show my cousin I was game, so I told her it was nice.

Marissa laughed, throatily. "What is it with you and that word? Some things aren't just nice. They're awesome, spectacular, wonderful."

"Is that how you'd describe being with my brother?" I asked.

"You're not jealous, are you?" Marissa asked.

"No," I said, "I thought it was hot to watch you and Liam together." Which was absolutely true.

"Good, cause you and Logan looked really good, too," Marissa said, "We're just being good siblings -- good siblings share. And fuck. That's my current policy, anyway."

"I can live with that," I said.

"So, you're willing to 'share' more?" Marissa asked.

"Would you just admit you liked fucking my brother?"

Marissa sniggered. "Of course I did. His thick dick is awesome. He's a little talky, though."

"And I liked Logan's long one. He's a little rough, though."

"He liked being with you, too," Marissa said, "I think he has a little crush on you, to be honest. Maybe has for a few years now."

"Are you jealous?"

"Maybe a little," Marissa said, folding napkins and laying out the silverware. "But as I'm sure you've learned, I like it when the wrong stuff feels right."

"So do I," I said. "I think I've found something lasting with Liam. I know that's, like, really fucked up. But I can't stop it either."

"That's OK," Marissa said, "I keep telling you, you're supposed to love your twin brother."

"I appreciate you saying that, Marissa, but no I'm really not."

"You said that you and Liam started to come apart on your eighteenth birthdays, right? You asked if we had a big blowout? Well, when Logan and I turned eighteen, I caught him stroking himself off in the shower."

"How did you...?"

"It doesn't matter," Marissa said. "I saw him, he saw me. We started doing little things. I thought it was playful, flirty. But it kept building and building till one day we were in the garage and he had me bent over the hood of my car."

"Wait, you have a car?"

"I saved up from working at the Genuardi's the last two summers. It's a little sedan thing. Anyway, that's not the point. I've had other boyfriends, Lemony. They were crappy assholes who only cared about fucking me. Like they could stuff my head and hang it on their wall after. The connection I have with Logan, I can't describe it. Except I don't have to because I know you feel the same way with Liam."

"Like we were meant to be together," I said. It was Disney-like love in a very not-Disney way. But I couldn't deny it.

"Exactly," Marissa said, "And maybe we didn't set out to seduce the two of you this summer, totally? But, if anything, you guys only reinforced my feelings. Also, your tits are awesome."

I blushed. That had been coming up a lot lately.

I heard our parents tromp down the stairs and we started to bring out the food. The adults all enjoyed breakfast -- I think they were a little in shock, seeing what we'd done.

Afterwards, I hung back to wash the dishes and Marissa helped me dry.

"So, we're cool?" Marissa asked, looking over at me.

"We have one day left together. I want us all to enjoy it. Liam does, too," I said.

"That's my girl!" Marissa said.

Talking about what we wanted to do and finding a place to do it were two different things entirely, however. Both sets of parents insisted we all spend time together on our last day. Marissa gave me a disappointed look, but there wasn't any way around it.

I went back up to the bedroom to collect my things for the beach. A moment later, Liam came in to do the same.

"Hey, Melanie," he said. He bent down and kissed my cheek.

"I'm not used to you calling me that," I said. "Like, it's not my name."

"You said you didn't want things to change, but..."

"I know. They already have," I said.

Liam wrapped his arms around me, tight. He kissed the top of my head. "I'm happy they have. I like fucking you way more than fighting you."

I couldn't argue with that.

We went downstairs and then both families, all eight of us, walked down to the beach together. After the day before, it was nice to be on the quiet beach. To hear nothing but waves and screaming seagulls. We set up near the water. Everyone did their own suntan lotion. We couldn't take risks with the parents around.

I could tell by how my Mom and Dad were looking at each other that they'd been fighting again. I no longer cared. Even more importantly, I didn't need them to stay together anymore. I'd seen the truth of things and I knew that they weren't my destiny. If anything, I wanted them to get it over with so I could enjoy my life.

I pulled off my coverall and lay down on the towel. I was back in another one piece, a bright red one, and it made me feel a little sad. I knew I'd be shopping for more bikinis as soon as I got home.

We spent the morning being wholesome. Jumping the waves in the ocean, playing paddleball on the sand, working on our tans in the sweltering Jersey sun. It was nice, a little reprieve from the bad and the good that was going on in my life. A reminder that normal things happen most of the time, even when it seems like everything's going crazy. I caught Marissa's eye at one point. I could tell she was already scheming ways to get back to the house for some sibling fun. I guess not everyone was as excited as I was about getting normal time with our families.

When it was time for lunch, we opened up the cooler and grabbed sandwiches and drinks. Eating on the beach was strange, it felt like the sand was trying to sneak into my meal any way it could, but it was also nice. The cold cut turkey and hot sun.

There was a loud rattling noise. I looked over to see my Dad rummaging through the cooler.

"Deb, did you see my orange soda?" he asked.

"It should be in there, Gary," Mom said.

"Well it's not."

"Here, let me take a look." Mom got up and dug through the cooler, next to my Dad. "Huh. I must have forgotten. I swear I left some in there."

"Goddammit you always do this!" Dad shouted.

"Do what?" Mom asked.

"I ask you to do one simple goddamned thing and you blow it off."

"I didn't blow it off, Gary, I just forgot."

"Like fuck you did. It's the same thing over and over again. You never fucking listen. It's like that time my car broke down in the rain and you waited over two hours to get me."

"My phone was out of power. And besides, that was four years ago, and this is an orange soda."

"Well fuck you, too!"

My stood there, fuming. I could practically see the smoke wafting off them as they flopped into their respective chairs. The rest of us sat there silent, collateral damage in yet another argument.

For a moment, I felt like having it out with everyone right there. Just pulling the pin and throwing the grenade. At least then I'd be responsible for the explosion. Marissa saw the anger in me though, and she quickly grabbed my hand, pulling me away from my parents.

"We're going to swim in the pool," Marissa announced. She collected her things -- including me, Logan, and Liam -- and started dragging us back to the house.

Mom chased after me. For a moment, she pulled me away from Marissa. "You don't have to leave," she said. I could see the tears forming in her eyes.

"Yes I do, Mom," I said, "I really do."

And I left her there by herself on the beach.

Marissa didn't waste any time. As soon as we got back to the house, she took off her t-shirt and kept going. A moment later she was completely naked by the side of the pool, lying out on a lounger. Her pert little tits browning in the sun.

I glanced over at the fencing -- it didn't seem nearly high enough for what my cousin was doing. But I didn't care. I ran the straps of my swimsuit over my shoulders, then stepped out of my suit. I lay down naked on the lounger next to my cousin.

"Woo! The big guns are coming out!" she cheered.

Logan and Liam stripped off their shorts, too, revealing the big missiles I cared more about. We all lay in the backyard, completely naked. Some part of me whispered that I should be ashamed. Look at those tight bodies, it said, and your floppy tits and flabby ass. But I didn't listen. My massive tits were awesome, and my ample ass was incredible. And those trim bodies? They only wanted to be with me.

I rolled off my lounger, then kissed Marissa hard, on the lips. She gasped into my mouth. A moment later her hands snaked into my hair, holding us both together.

"I'm not doing that with you, dude," I heard Liam tell Logan. My sexy cousin shrugged back at my brother. They both stared at their sisters, entranced.

Marissa kissed my neck. Then my chest. Then she latched onto my tit. I moaned as my sharp, pink nubbin slipped into my cousin's mouth. I reached down to play with Marissa's little breasts. They were so perky and tight. I loved her small brown nipples, feeling them stiffen against my palm. I'd always wanted to be my older, female cousin. I guess I would have to settle for being with her. I could take that trade-off.

I pulled Marissa off my tit. She eyed me nervously, but I shook my head. I took her hand and dragged her back to my lounger. Lay back, legs spread.

Marissa smiled at me, that wicked grin, and buried her head between my legs. This whole time I'd been afraid of oral. My God I was so fucking stupid. Being licked was like heaven. The wetness of my cousin's tongue. It was different than sex -- sinking into an orgasm instead of being pounded into one. I loved the difference in sensation.

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I felt Marissa lose her rhythm and groan. I opened my eyes and saw that her brother was now standing behind her. Aiming his cock at her pussy. I gave Logan a little nod of permission and he sunk into his sister.

Liam was standing off to the side, watching us. His thick dick in his hand. I motioned him over. Let him feed me his cock.

"Oh, God sis," Liam said, "Your mouth feels so good."

The four of us formed a little fuck machine on the lounger. Logan driving into Marissa while she licked at me and I lapped at Liam. But watching Marissa get fucked made me want the same. And besides, she wasn't working at it nearly as hard now that her brother was fucking her.

I slipped out from under my cousin, let Liam's dick slip from my lips, and got onto all fours, like Logan had me the night before. I waggled my butt in my brother's direction. As if he needed the invitation.

Liam's hardness poked at my pussy, then slid inside. Oh fuck, I still wasn't ready for my brother's thick dick. He immediately began sliding back and forth in me. I was already primed from Marissa's licking, and an orgasm washed over me right then and there.

I felt a thin hand on mine. Both Marissa and I were both on all fours on that poor little lounger. Our brothers both plowing us from behind. I looked Marissa right in the eyes. Saw her cheeks rise red as she came. Her grip tightening on mine. I kissed her lips and all four of us were connected once again.

She broke our kiss, then looked at me.

"Watch this," she whispered to me. "Oh, Logan, baby. You feel so good bare in my pussy. But you know I'm not on the pill. It's my fertile time, and you can't cum in me, OK? Promise me you won't put your brother baby in my little womb."

"Oh," Logan's stroke faltered, "Oh FUCK!" His body faltered as he filled his sister with his seed.

"AH!" Marissa gasped. Her body cinched, then settled. She gave me a goofy, knowing grin. "Gets... woo... Gets him every time."

I didn't mention that it seemed to get her, as well. I could feel Liam slowing in my sex. His grip on my butt got tighter. I could tell he was close, and I'd reached a plateau, too. If he came, though, I knew I'd go over the top.

'It's OK, baby," I told him. "Cum in me. Cum in your twin sister. Please, Liam I need it so bad."

"Oh. Oh GOD!" Liam shouted out. I felt him spurt warm in my cunt. The seed splashing against my cervix. My own orgasm grabbed hold of me. I shook, uncontrolled. The pleasure squeezing me down. As I felt the ecstasy wash through me, I had a strange thought. Liam didn't apologize for cumming that time.

I woke up alone on the lounger. My body splayed in a way I'd never be able to recreate. Arms, legs, even my head, all akimbo. I slowly pushed myself up and saw Liam, Logan, and Marissa all sitting in the hot tub.

"About time!" Marissa called over.

I shook my head. I was thirsty, so I got a drink of water from the kitchen. Then I stumbled back outside and settled into the spa.

"Geez you fucked her hard," Marissa said to Liam. "She can't even walk straight. Good job, bro."

Logan gave Liam a fist bump.

"I choose to believe I allowed my brother to let me feel good," I said, trying to maintain my pride. The truth was, I'd been screwed senseless by my own brother. He owned my body like no other.

We were all naked in the water. I saw both boys had sufficiently recovered from our first go round. Their staffs both stuck upwards in the bubbles.

"Here, try this," Marissa said. She sat up slightly, then leaned back. Her face twisted and her eyes rolled back. "Instant boy. Just add water."

I found a jet of my own and did the same. The pulsing water was not nearly as nice as a hot, hard penis. But it was enjoyable enough. I reached down and found my clit. I couldn't believe, after all that, I was going to cum again. But damned if my body didn't want to. I felt like a glutton at an all you can eat buffet. Demolishing all the cocktail shrimp, then loading up on dumplings. I might be getting addicted to this, I thought, but I didn't stop.

I felt something warm against my cheek and saw Logan standing over me. He had his long dick in his hand, and he was pushing it toward my mouth. I opened, like a good slut, and started to slurp on my cousin. I looked over and saw Marissa was doing the same for Liam.

Both of us girls were getting it from the spa while we gave it to our cousins. Again, sharing our illicit pleasure only made it all the better.

"Your sister is really hot," Marissa said, pulling off of Liam and idly stroking his dick. "You're one lucky brother."

"I know it," Liam said. He was supposed to say a compliment back, I know, but he was too busy staring at my tits to notice.

I started to stroke Logan and spoke up. "Your sister's really hot," I said, "You're one special sibling."

Logan nodded. But I saw in his eyes the way he looked at his sister. They really were in love. Broken, perverted, illegal love. But there it was.

Marissa sat up on the edge of the tub, spreading her thighs. She grabbed Liam and steered my brother's dick inside of her. They both giggled and groaned.

"Your brother's fucking me," Marissa said. "His thick dick is in my bare pussy. He's going to make me cum. My cousin's going to cum in my unprotected little pussy."

And she said Liam talked too much.

Logan pushed me back and started to turn me over onto all fours again. "Oh no," I said, "Not this time." Instead I pushed him so he was on his back, legs hanging into the hot tub. I crawled over him, aimed his dick, then settled down. Fuck that felt so nice.

"I'm screwing your brother," I said to Marissa. "He's going to make me cum so hard and then I'm going to make him jizz all over my massive tits."

I rode up and down on Logan's long cock. I hadn't done it this way before and it was nice, being able to roll my hips and slide my clit however felt good in the moment. My breasts hung pendulous over my cousin and he reached up and squeezed them. I knew I wasn't as good a fuck as Marissa, but at least I had those jugs over her.

Logan mauled my boobs while I pounded his dick. I was definitely fucking my cousin this time, not the other way around. I did him like he did me, just driving onto him -- not even caring if it felt good of rhim. Focused only on my own satisfaction

"Oh fuck! You going to cum for me, baby?" Marissa asked. "You going to fill me up? Cum for me, Liam. Cum in your cousins' cunt. Oh, I need it so bad."

"You... first..." Liam grunted. I saw my brother was rubbing Marissa's clit with abandon. Driving into her, his face screwed up so tight. I swore I could feel the pressure just by looking at him. He was trying so hard not to blow his load before Marissa could.

My petite cousin bucked. Her body flushed red. "I'm... there..." she croaked. Liam drove into her, deep, and held there. He shouted as he unloaded into his cousin. It must have been too much for Marissa because her climax overloaded from a quiet cum to a screaming orgasm. "Oh ffffffffFUCK!"

I think it made Logan a little competitive, because he grabbed my hips and started humping me. Doing his best to drive the action, even though I was the one on top. I reached up and pinched my own nipples, they were aching for it. I rubbed my clitty hard. I worked myself on Logan's dick and finally I came on his cock.

"Oh fuck," I heard him, distant. He pushed me off, my pussy aching at the sudden emptiness. Logan stood over me, gave himself two good strokes, and exploded over me. I opened my mouth, like a baby bird, and let him deliver my meal. Slick and salty, sticky and strange. I let it all pool on my tongue.

I stood up and walked over to Marissa. My cousin already knew what was coming. I gave her a hard kiss and we shared her brother's sperm. White strings spreading out between us.

Marissa broke the kiss and stood up. "Your brother's stuff is leaking out of me," she said, like it was my fault.

"My mouth tastes like your brother's cum," I snapped back.

"You got some on your tits, too," Marissa said. Casually, I rubbed it into my nipples. They stiffened, appreciatively.

I saw the sun was slipping down to the horizon. A sure sign that our parents would soon be home.

"We should probably get cleaned up," I said.

"But I'm horny," Marissa said.

"Rabbits," Liam said.

"Like you're so proper, incest-lover," Marissa said, and gave Liam's hard pec a little slap.

We all stumbled back to the side shower. We tried to make it work for four, but it wasn't happening. It felt more like a frat party prank than the four of us fucking around.

Just as I pulled my cover-up over my head, our parents walked into the backyard. Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah gave us a happy wave and went inside the house. My Dad grumbled and followed them in. My cousins and Liam went inside to get dressed.

My Mom stood there, eyeing me oddly. She took my hand and brought me to sit down on the side of the lounger by the pool. She had no idea how many different sex juices she was wallowing in at that moment.

"I've already talked to your Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah," Mom said, "And I'll speak with Liam in a bit. I just want to say I'm sorry about before."

"It's not your fault that Dad's being an asshole," I said.

"No," my Mom said with a sigh, "But you'll find out when you get older. A couple is made of two people -- it's never only one person's fault."

"Liam caught Dad cheating on you," I said. I hadn't intended to say it, but the words came out. I felt bad. It was Liam's secret to say.

"I know," Mom said. "Well, not about Liam seeing it. But I know your Dad slept with that Lisa woman on your birthday. He told me after. Not in a mean way -- he apologized. Your father knows he messed up."

"But if he knows he did something wrong why is he being such a dick all the time?"

"Like I said, it takes two," Mom said, "I haven't been perfect, either."

"Did you cheat on Dad?" I asked.

"It's none of your business, honey. But no," Mom said, "We're going through a tough time. I'm sorry if you've been caught up in it. You've always been such a buoyant kid. Nothing ever seemed to bother you. I guess I assumed you'd handle this, as well. I know it's not fair. These are our last few months together. I'm sorry they've been so miserable."

"Are you and Dad splitting up?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know," Mom said, "With you and Liam going off to college and me and Gary fighting, sometimes it feels like the whole family is breaking apart. Seeing you be close with your brother this week, with your cousins, it's been nice. Like everything's not completely coming apart."

If my Mom knew how 'close' we all were I doubt she'd still feel the same way. But I just nodded and let her say it. I gave her a hug and told her I loved her. Mom clutched me back. It had been so long since I'd hugged my parents. I was so busy growing up, I didn't realize how much I still needed to be a kid.

We went inside and cooked dinner. The next day, we'd be waking up early, piling into the car, and heading for home. It made for a melancholy meal.

After eating, we all sat on the couch together and watched a movie. Logan and Marissa left about halfway through. Liam got up about ten minutes later. Finally, I announced I was too tired to finish and went upstairs.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I was already pulling my top over my head as I opened the bedroom door. Marissa was on all fours on top of the bed. Her brother was railing her from behind, while she sucked off Liam.

"Get your cock out of that slut," I told him.

"Sorry, sis," Liam said. He pulled out of Marissa's mouth with a plop and went over to the other bed.

"I'm not a slut, incest-lover," Marissa said, playfully.

"I'm not the only incest-lover, slut," I snapped back.

I finished stripping naked and lay down on my side. Liam slipped behind me. His hardness pressed, where else, into my ass. I reached down and spread my legs, spearing myself on my brother's cock.

"Better than her mouth?" I asked.

"Better than anything in the world," Liam said.

His thick dick stretched my pussy so good. He reached around and squeezed my breasts. In this position we couldn't pound each other, but that was ok. We both watched Logan fuck his sister from behind, savoring the sensation of being connected.

Logan was still doing his sister. Their bodies slapping together. Marissa made little "uhn, uhn, uhns" every time Logan drove home. Her brother licked his thumb and placed it at Marissa's asshole. She groaned as he pressed down, but she didn't stop him.

A moment later, Marissa arched her back and I could tell she was cumming. Logan started to slip out of her.

"Want to... cover you," he said. I had to smile. I guess I'd given him something to fantasize about.

Marissa flipped over, grabbed Logan's hips, and forced his cock back into her pussy.

"Don't you dare," she told him, "Your precious seed only gets planted in one place. I don't care what you do with Lemony, you cum inside your sister."

Logan cackled and humped hard against Marissa. Both of them holding tight onto each other. He roared as he came inside her. Both of them wrapped in ecstasy.

"Show's over," Liam said, "Guess we'd better get going." He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back. I spread my legs for him, idly stroking at my clit.

My brother's cock filled me again. He moved with an urgency I wasn't used to. Not from Liam, anyway. I got to work on my clit. I felt the orgasm building, but I knew I needed my brother to cum to get there.

"Come on, Liam," I urged him. "Cum. Cum in me."

The world slowed. A realization washed over me.

To that point, I'd seen my brother filling my pussy as a wonderful, pleasurable evil. I knew I was risking something with all kinds of consequences, but I ignored it and hoped it wouldn't matter. Now, though, as I saw the way my brother watched me with so much love, I knew that I wouldn't have it any other way. My brother was going to get me pregnant. It was all I ever wanted.

"Do it, Liam," I said. "Cum in my unprotected pussy. Fill my womb. It's not safe, I know. You'll... you'll put a baby inside me. My twin brother's going to knock me up. And I want it. Please, I need it so bad."

Liam slowed, but he didn't stop. He gave me a funny look, wrapped his arms around me even tighter. Kissed my lips with ever-increasing passion.

"Make a baby inside me," I begged, "Seed me. Breed me. Make me your own."

Liam clutched my ass. Buried his head in my breasts. He cried out, a sweet little sob, and filled my pussy.

The heat of his seed set me off even further than I already was. I'd been cumming like crazy all week. It was nothing like this. I came so hard I lost all sense of things. Higher than high. Deeper than deep. It was almost frightening the way I lost control of myself. Every nerve ending firing out. I didn't so much have an orgasm as I became one.

"Ahhhhhhh my brother's cumming in me!!!!!" I cried out. "Oh YYYYYEEEEESSSSSS!"

I felt my brother's body trembling against mine and I knew he was pouring his essence into me. I could feel it, like his very soul was merging with mine. Becoming one. We were twins: together from the very moment of conception. The fact that we were uniting as one, again, wasn't wrong. It was inevitable. And the pleasure of that union hit me harder than any simple cum ever could.

Liam kissed me, lovingly, as we both came down from our climax. He hugged me close till sense sorted itself back into me. Both of us sticky and sore.

"Well that was kind of awesome," Marissa said from the other bed. Logan agreed, then lay back. His sister rested her head on his chest.

"This is nice," Marissa said. Then she laughed.

Liam wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled into him. Warm and safe.

"I hope it's twins," he said, and gave my tummy a squeeze.

The next morning, we woke up before the sun. It was too early for breakfast, so both families piled into the SUV. The four of us smushed against each other in the back row. I was so tired I fell asleep with my head against the window.

I woke up a few hours later with the sun high in the sky. I saw it immediately, of course. Marissa was sitting right on Logan's lap. His fly was open, and her shorts were piled next to her. Honestly, I'm not sure how our parents didn't notice what we were up to all week. Sure there were a bunch of bags and things piled up all around us. But all Uncle Micah had to have done was adjust his rearview mirror slightly and he'd have seen his daughter impaled on his son.

Later, I convinced myself they all knew and didn't care. Even later than that, I decided they were all just oblivious, lost in their own pallid existance. I'm still not sure, but even now I look back and wonder how the hell we got away with everything that happened that week.

Liam was sitting next to me, watching our cousins copulate. His hand was obviously working himself over his shorts.

"Let me do that," I said. I reached down and stroked him off. Marissa's breath hitched and I knew Logan was cumming inside her. I quickly got my brother to the same place. His warm seed covered my fingers.

I held it up and licked it off while he watched. Then he reached over for my shorts.

"Not now," I told him.

"But..."

"It's OK," I said, "I want to save it for later. When you can use your tongue."

Liam smiled at me, excited. "You're the sexiest woman alive, Melanie," he told me. And I felt it in my heart that it was true.

We got to Aunt Tara's house around noon. We ate lunch there, but then Dad insisted we should get right back on the road. I hugged Marissa so tight, I felt her back crack. Logan even gave me a kiss on the cheek. The separation hurt my heart more than I can say.

"Well I'm glad that's over," Dad said as we backed out of the driveway. "I have to say, as much as I enjoy seeing your sister, it'll be nice to get back home."

I glared at my Dad through the seats. I know my Mom said he was forgiven for what he'd done, but I felt so angry at him. Nowadays -- now that I'm older, married, with kids of my own -- I think I understand him better. I can empathize with what he was going through.

In the moment, though, I was mad about everything and it stopped me from seeing sense. It would be a long time till I talked to my Dad again. Really talked to him, I mean. Ironically, over time, I started to resent my Mom for her role in all of it. I guess my perspective changed as I got older. What can I say? Relationships don't always make sense.

We got home late that night. Liam and I both packed up our things, our lives, and we went off to college. I saw Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah a few times over the years. At graduation, the birth of our kids. Stuff like that. But it was never the same after that summer.

But it wasn't the last TwinCon.

After the divorce, our parents all drifted apart. But Liam and I stayed in contact with Logan and Marissa. They visited us in college. We even lived in the same city for a few years. We got up to a lot of trouble in those times, I must admit. Even after we were supposed to be settled, mature adults. Our friendship, the four of us, sometimes it feels like it's the best thing in my life. I don't know what I'd do without them. We visit as often as we can.

In fact, Logan and Marissa are walking up to my house right now. We're all going to drive out to Lake George, where we rented a house for the week. Marissa is still skinny, but her hips are a bit wider from having kids. Logan's started to go grey -- I think it makes him look distinguished, but I know he's sensitive about it.

Their twins, Mason and Laura, are following behind them. Mason has grown into such a strapping boy. And Laura's tits might be even bigger than mine. They're both going to school at Northwestern and I hear they're doing fabulous.