“Give it to me,” Maggie growled, pushing me backwards. I dropped to my back while she planted her hands on my shoulders. “Give me all of that fat cock,” she insisted, rocking back and forth, taking what I willingly offered.
“Do it,” I groaned up at her, finding my voice for the first time in my life. A lifetime of shyness dropped away from me as I fucked my sister, as I fucked the only woman who truly knew me. “Fuck me. Fuck that big dick.”
“I want your cum inside of me,” she moaned, staring down at me with an intensity I had seldom witnessed in her eyes.
The differences in our personalities vanished. “Earn it,” I grunted back, bucking my hips upwards as if it was trying to buck her off of me. Deep inside my sister’s pussy, I became a man.
“I want it all.”
“Take it!”
“Give it to me!”
“Yes!” I panted, loving Maggie more than ever before.
“Fuck me!” she cried out, reaching behind her back, between us, and grabbing my balls as she bounced up and down. I covered her tits with my hands, pinching, tweaking, and rolling her fat nipples as she worked me over. I watched the look on her face as waves of pleasure surged through her. “That’s it. Make me cum! Make me cum, you fucking brat!”
I matched her taunt. “Do it, bitch,” I growled back. “Come on my cock. Make me cum!” It felt so liberating to ignore society and its rules.
“Do it,” she gasped, rocking and quivering on top of me, losing her rhythm as her orgasm tore through her, making her look more beautiful than ever.
“Here it comes!” I warned, grabbing her waist and restoring her rhythm by moving her up and down. “All of it! All of it!!!” I came, shooting and spraying my orgasm upwards and deep inside my sister’s pussy while she squirmed on top of me, panting and quivering with delight until I was spent.
“Oh-my-God,” Holly groaned as soon as I collapsed and relaxed. “That was so fucking hot.” I turned and looked at our cousin, seeing her still clutching herself; seeing the fingers between her legs coated in a froth from her fingerfucking herself
I looked up at Maggie, who was smiling down at me. “Still love me?” she asked.
“More than ever,” I said, pushing myself upwards until I was sitting face-to-face with her again. “Forever,” I said before kissing her again.
Maggie climbed off me and we went back to the creek as a trio. We rinsed off the signs of our lovemaking before noticing the shadows of the trees were once again marching across our sunny space.
“You still owe us two more,” Maggie said as we got out of the water.
“Maybe later,” I said, caressing my spent cock. I was willing, but the flesh was too weak. Both girls decided to let me off the hook as we packed up our stuff. Reluctantly, we got dressed and began our hike back to camp with a pack that felt nearly as heavy as when we left.
Our family’s ate together that night at the barbeque where I had to deal with scowls from Dad anytime I glanced towards Holly. We played it straight, though I sometimes wonder why Mom or Dad never picked up on the vibe between Maggie and her cousin. They sat together giggling like lovers, or maybe I thought that because I knew the truth.