“Do you think it’s wrong that I’m doing this to him?” Maggie asked Holly.
“Yes,” the pretty blonde answered. “But that’s what makes it so hot, too.”
“I’m really excited.”
“Me, too,” Holly softly confessed.
“It’s just a dick,” Maggie said as if she was talking to herself instead of us. She grabbed its base and tapped my stomach a few times with my cock. “A long, beautiful, thick dick.”
“Does it hurt being that hard?” Holly asked.
“It aches because I want more, you know?”
“From me?” Maggie asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, scared by the answer that I really felt. Deep inside, I knew I didn’t care that it was Maggie touching me.
“Mom and Dad would be so pissed if they knew we were doing anything like this,” Maggie giggled, caressing my thigh instead of my cock.
“They would freak the fuck out,” I agreed as a nervous chuckle escaped me.
“Do you care?”
“Not really,” I said without considering the words until they had left my mouth and even then I knew I had spoken the truth.
“You guys are making me so horny,” Holly said, squirming and looking as frustrated as I felt.
“Your nipples are really hard,” Maggie said.
“They’re really sensitive right now, too,” Holly said, looking down at herself as she ran two fingers over her left nipple. She shivered before pinching her nipple as if that would make it feel better. Taking a deep breath, she planted her hands on her thighs as if she couldn’t trust them after touching her chest.
Maggie stared at my cock again for a few moments before looking up at Holly. “What should I do?” she asked.
“What do you want to do?”
“Everything,” Maggie snorted, laughing. She reached across me, grabbed Holly’s hand and laid it on my body. “You do something to him.”
“Like what?” Holly asked, rubbing my thigh.
“Make him cum so I won’t,” Maggie said with a desperate, pleading tone in her voice.
I tried to think of something to say, but I was speechlessly and afraid that if I so much as breathed too hard, I might break the spell that had fallen over us.
“Why me?” Holly asked.
“Because I don’t know what happens if I cross that line,” my sister groaned, biting at her lip, which was something she only did when she was really stressed.
Holly laid down with me, pressing against me and I became hyperaware of her nakedness pressing against mine. “Is it okay if we kiss?” she asked, hovering over me.
“I guess,” I said.
“And is it okay if your sister does stuff while we kiss?”
I nodded, scared and excited at the same time.
That was all the invitation Holly needed. She leaned over the rest of the way, pressing her bare chest against mine while covering my lips with her. The moment our lips touched, they parted, and my tongue found hers for that most intimate of dances.
At first, nothing else seemed to be happening except us kissing. My cock kept throbbing. I knew Maggie could see it. I knew she was probably staring at it throbbing, and for the first time since I had gotten naked, I didn’t care. She had done this to me. She had tricked, teased, and dared me into getting hard and naked. If anything happened, it was her fault; not mine. I kept kissing my cousin, ignoring that she was too closely related to be considered a kissing cousin. I don’t know why that felt okay, but it did.