“No way.”
“What if we both do it?” Holly asked, upping the ante.
I shook my head.
“What if I wasn’t here?” Maggie asked. I shrugged, afraid to commit to the truth. “Then what difference does it make? Remember what Dad said?”
Of course Holly wanted to know what we were talking about and Maggie put it on me to tell her. “That you’re my first cousin,” I mumbled, embarrassed and frustrated that Maggie would bring it up.
“And what?” Maggie gleefully asked, enjoying the way I was blushing.
I stared through the water at the rocks and mumbled the rest. “And doing stuff with Holly would be like doing stuff with my sister.”
“I’m just glad my brother isn’t hot looking.” Holly said before going wide-eyed and slapping her hand over her mouth as if trying to catch words already spoken. “I so didn’t mean that!” she quickly squealed.
“It’s a good thing he IS my brother,” Maggie said, out-loud and unafraid of her words. “Especially now that I know he has a big dick, because I so want to see it.”
“It’s not that big,” I muttered, not really knowing for sure. I had never measured it or compared it with someone else’s because I never saw the point. Whatever I have is what I have and it wasn’t as if I could change it. Besides, I’m too shy to ever brag about having a big dick like a lot of guys do.
“That’s not what she says,” Holly proclaimed, roaring with laughter at the easy joke.
“Can we please stop talking about my dick?” I asked, unsure if it was possible to die of embarrassment and worried I would soon find out. Of course Maggie twisted things around.
“Why? Are you getting hard?” she asked, slipping a foot between my legs and wiggling her toes against my crotch.
“Cut it out!” I squealed, wiggling away from her. And yes, I really did squeal. I’m not proud of that, but it made them giggle.
“If you get hard, you have to show it to us,” Maggie said, still laughing.
“Says who?” I demanded.
“Those are the rules. You get hard and you have to get naked.”
“Why?”
“So we can see it, you big dummy,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“And then what?” I snapped, so annoyed with her games. “Are you going to do anything with it?”
“Pull it out and see what happens.”
“Ooo baby,” Holly moaned, clearly enjoying the brother-sister game playing out in front of her.
“Tell you what, you spend the rest of the afternoon naked, and I’ll give you a blowjob,” Maggie offered with a straight face and in a completely reasonable tone as if she was trying to sell me a car.
“Who says I want a blowjob from my sister?” I asked.
“According to Dad, it doesn’t make a difference if I do it or Holly does.”
“We could do it together,” Holly offered, beaming with joy with the fun they were having at my expense.
“Would you like that?” Maggie asked, pouncing on her suggestion. Her voice dropped into a low, sultry tone as she asked, “Would like it if both of us took turns sucking that big, hard cock of yours?”
I’m not an idiot. Even without hearing their conversation about being prick teases, I could see through her ploy; she was trying to make me get hard. Unfortunately, knowing what she was doing didn’t stop it from working. At least the ripples and tiny eddies in the water helped obscure what was happening inside the thin fabric of my cargo shorts. I leveled my gaze at my sister and asked, “Why would you even want to suck my dick?” Her answer surprised me.