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I was in my last year of high school when my parents were both tragically killed in a car accident. Being an only c***d, I went to live with my Aunt Jackie and my cousin Jill. My Uncle had passed away the year before due to illness, so it had been a very difficult period of time for all of us, but a natural normal fit when I went to live with them.

Jill and I had always been close cousins growing up, and the fact we didn't live very far from one another made it easier for us to see one another during those years. Jill was in fact just three month's older than I was, though she seemed to enjoy holding that silly fact over my head most of my life.

As for my Aunt, she looked a lot like my mother, and reminded me of her in many ways, though unlike my mother, my Aunt Jackie was a lot more liberal and open-minded about several things, including allowing my cousin and I to entertain having friends over provided nothing got seriously out of hand. That wasn't really an option for me however, as I had left most of my semi-close friends behind after graduation, and hadn't really been seeing or dating anyone.

After the accident, I continued going to the same school I'd been going to as I did have my own car, which I appreciated in not having, or wanting to transfer to the same school my cousin Jill was then attending. In time things seemed to finally settle down into some semblance of normalcy once again, though with the uncertainty of a future ahead of me as far as continuing my education, and needing/wanting to help my Aunt out financially, it soon appeared that I'd have to remain living with them for a while yet even after graduating from school.

Jill was in the same place as I was of course, working what was then a part-time job in order to help out, all the while trying to save up enough money to hopefully begin attending college the following year. And though my Aunt had a fairly decent job, she often worked long hours and often came home late in the evenings, requiring that Jill and I both help out around the house as well in order to keep things livable and pleasant for all of us under the circumstances.

It was funny in a way, I certainly didn't look on Jill as being like a sister, though that first year together that I lived there made it seem a little like that. But not having had any kind of sibling, growing up with, Jill was for me more friend than cousin even. And I know that Jill felt very much the same way. We could talk, share things with one another more like friends than even a brother or sister would certainly share, and sometimes those discussions could get pretty interesting.

Jill was fairly tall for a woman at just under five foot ten, another one of those things we teased one another about as I was exactly five foot ten, so there was but a hairs breath separating us height wise, though all she had to do was fashion her long dark hair just a little to make her appear taller than I was. We had the same color of hazel eyes to match the dark colored hair, and during that last year living together had actually passed as twins whenever we'd gone out as a family. Something that Jill and I often got a kick out of as passing off as the truth. And though she was indeed my cousin, I couldn't help but periodically notice the obvious differences, especially as we grew up. Jill had a knockout body with full breasts and the cutest tight ass I'd ever seen which she loved showing off during the summer when she wore those tight fitting cut-off jeans she was hardly ever out of.

But lets face it, looking and appreciating was one thing, imagining was something else entirely, which remained my personal never approached and never acted upon little secret.

Though we had both been seeing and dating other people on and off, nothing had been very serious, and as I was only then beginning to consider the possibility of eventually joining the service and seeing the world, I certainly wasn't looking to be getting involved in any long-term relationships. And ever since graduation when I found myself tied more to my Aunt's home rather than around my old stomping grounds, things had dried up for me considerably as far as having a girlfriend went.

I knew Jill had been seeing and dating one guy for several month's now, and had met him a couple of times whenever he'd come by the house to pick her up for a date, or spend some time hanging around the house. Personally, I didn't see what Jill saw in the guy as I thought he was a bit of a self-centered conceited jerk, but I kept those thoughts pretty much to myself.

As was usually the case for us on a Friday night, my Aunt Jackie was still at work and wouldn't be home until late. Jill had gone out with her boyfriend to a drive-in movie, leaving me home alone, dateless at the moment though I almost preferred it that way as I didn't have a lot of money to be throwing away on dates at the moment anyway. About the only thing I'd been dating was my right hand, and had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'd be doing so again this night, though I was actually looking forward to some self-time alone, a good porn movie which I had a few secretly stashed away that no one knew anything about.

Though I had my own room across the hall and a few feet away from my Aunt's room, we only had the one TV set which was in the den downstairs from the upper bedrooms. This allowed for a certain amount of privacy with Jill's bedroom being the only other room downstairs besides the washroom and another full bath. I figured I easily had a couple of hours to amuse myself in as my Aunt never got home before nine on a Friday night anyway, and with Jill having gone to see a double feature at the drive-in putting her in well past midnight.

So it was that I eventually settled in to enjoy myself, watch a dirty movie, have a nice little cum, and then head off to bed in preparation for a days work of landscaping where I made a little extra money in helping out around the house.

Then all hell broke loose.

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I had worn only a bathrobe, something I could slip in and out of easily if needs be on the one hand, and on the other, allowing me quick and comfortable access as I began pleasuring myself while watching the rather erotic movie I was currently enjoying.

I didn't hear the door open upstairs, as Jill had come in through the front door. So I was totally unaware of her even being there, and as I now know she thought me to be upstairs in my own room, she had headed directly downstairs towards her own.

With the layout being the way it was, Jill wouldn't have known I was even in the den until reaching the bottom of the steps and turning the corner to head down the hall towards her room. As she did however, she was able to look into the den and see me sitting there, though my back was towards her as I sat on the couch, but what she obviously could see was the dirty movie I had playing on the TV.

The next thing I know is that she's standing there in front of me, tears streaming down her face, this horrified expression glaring at me as I glance up only now realizing I'm no longer alone, cock in hand busily and happily stroking it.

"You're all alike aren't you?" Jill nearly screams at me, "All you can think about is sex!" Suddenly she turns and disappears from the den in a dead run towards her bedroom. I sit there stupidly for a moment trying to gather my wits about me, as well as the robe I was no longer wearing, stood up turning off the TV, and listened. I immediately walked down the hall towards her room, stood outside for a moment and could hear the sounds of her crying coming from inside.

"Jill?"

"Go away."

"Jill please, I think we need to talk," I spoke through the door at her. "What's wrong? What happened?"

I knew there was a hell of a lot more to all this than her just coming home and finding me jerking off. She'd been crying for a lot longer than those few moments when she'd entered the den, though obviously crying fresh tears now as I stood hopelessly outside her door.

"Leave me alone!" she cried out once again. So I did. I quietly made my way up to my own room and went to bed, though I lay there in the dark for a considerable amount of time wondering at what the hell it was that had really happened before finally falling asleep.

#

The following morning I came downstairs to grab a cup of coffee and some toast prior to heading out and meeting up with the guys I worked with. As usual, my Aunt was already up having a cup herself and reading the paper out on the deck. Jill was nowhere to be seen, but it was early yet, and she was no doubt still in bed.

"Morning Aunt Jack," which is what I had always affectionately called her, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead as I also always usually did.

"Good morning Brian," she answered back lowering her eyeglasses as she peered over the tops of them towards me. "Anything interesting happen last night?" she asked inquisitively now staring at me.

I almost drowned on that first sip of coffee I had just barely poured into my mouth. "What?" I managed to say sitting down before I fell down into my seat. "What do you mean?"

"Jill," she said simply. "I barely caught her this morning before she was out the door for a run."

"Ah oh," I thought to myself. Though Jill had actually been active in school on the track team, and then later on in gymnastics, ever since graduating, the only time she ever ran in the morning was when something was bothering her. And usually, the earlier she got up to run, the more she seemed to be bothered by something. "When did she leave?" I asked.

"Five thirty," my Aunt said still staring at me. "So what happened last night? Do you have any idea? She wasn't about to talk to me about it," she added letting me know that she had at least tried.

"Not really, no." I said honestly. "I was in the den watching TV when she came home, no more than about an hour or so after she'd left. She was already crying when she came downstairs but went immediately to her room. I tried to get her to come out and talk about it, but she asked me to go away, so I did."

It obviously wasn't exactly the whole truth, but enough of it to sound reasonable.

"Damn k**," Aunt Jackie spoke shaking her head. "Never did like the little shit," she added.

I knew exactly who she was talking about, I had already gathered that much information based on Jill's appearance and condition when she'd arrived home, not to mention what she'd seen and then commented on to me.

"Think they broke up?" I wondered.

"I certainly hope so, it would be for the best though I'm sure Jill wouldn't see it that way." My Aunt then smiled at me assuredly. "I really wouldn't worry about it, she'll come around and tell us what's going on as soon as she's ready to do so."

I didn't find a whole lot of comfort in that, though I couldn't imagine for the life of me that my cousin would tell my Aunt she'd caught me jerking off while watching some porn flick on the TV. Still...

"Yeah, I'm sure she will," was all I could offer. "Well, I'd best get going myself, we've got six yards to do today," I told my Aunt.

"Oh Brian? Just so you know, I've got a date myself this evening," she offered which was rare for her. I'd only known her to go out with someone a couple of times since coming to live here. "So I may or may not be home still by the time you get off. There's some leftovers in the fridge from the other night that you and Jill can heat up if you wish, or a coupon for Pizza if you'd prefer that's by the phone."

"O.k., thanks Aunt Jack," I said smiling sweetly, then standing and giving her yet another kiss good-bye. "Have fun tonight," I said unnecessarily, and caught a bit of a blush flush her cheeks upon saying that.

"Let's hope so," was all she said, then lowered her glasses and began reading the paper once again.

#

It was early evening by the time I had finished up and arrived back home. Jackie was gone as was evidenced by the fact her car wasn't in the drive way, and Jill was as I came around back and saw her sitting there on the patio drinking a beer.

"Want one?" she asked holding up a second one towards me as I approached her. At least she was speaking to me again, and hopefully we could now discuss everything that had happened.

"Sure...thanks!" I said taking the beer from her, sitting down across from her at the patio table though I took a sip without saying anything, waiting for her to do so if she was going to.

"I'm sorry about last night," she began, "it wasn't your fault." I remained silent waiting for her to continue, I knew there was more, and my responding wouldn't have been very helpful at the moment. Jill took a breath, then another sip of her beer. "It's just that it was a really awkward night, all the way around," she continued. "First the fight with Jim over wanting to fuck me in the backseat at the drive in of all places!" she stated indignantly. "Not that we haven't before," she added surprising me to some degree as we'd never really talked about it. "But when I refused to do it with him, he got all pissy and told me that maybe it was time for us to take a break. So I told him I thought it was probably a good idea, so I got out of the car, called a cab, and came home."

"To find me..." I left off without filling in the blanks though I tried to smile at her knowingly for the sight that had obviously greeted her eyes upon entering. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that too," I finished for her. "I obviously didn't expect you to come home that early," I said by way of explanation, though that really didn't justify or explain what it was that I'd been doing either.

"I still shouldn't have taken it out on you," she told me. "You just sort of surprised me is all," she said blushing. "When I saw that you were home in the den watching TV, I first thought we could sit and talk about what I was feeling, then when I saw what it was you were actually watching, and then doing, I just sort of lost it."

"Perfectly understandable Jill, not exactly something you were expecting to see was it?"

She finally laughed. "No...not hardly, I didn't even know you had any of those kinds of movies."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "It wasn't my intention that you ever discover that I did either! Or see me doing what I was doing for that matter." Jill really was blushing now.

"No, like I said, it wasn't your fault, it really didn't have anything to do with you, and I know guys do that...a lot, at least that's what I hear anyway, it was just actually seeing you doing it when I was all upset over everything that had happened. It just hit me funny."

"Well, I don't do it a lot," I told her as though that again rectified anything. "Just every once in a while when...well you know," I left off saying. "I mean...don't you?"

Obviously my question caught her off guard and by surprise, she stammered as though about to deny that she ever had, or ever did, then thought about it and realized that we'd never really lied to one another about anything before. "Yeah, sometimes I do admittedly, especially in the beginning when Jim and I were just starting to sort of fool around a little. I would find myself getting excited by all the newness and wonder of it, then yes...later on that night I would before going to sleep, so I can certainly understand why you would now, and were last night," she admitted to me. "Just never considered the fact that you probably did...or do."

"So...we're good then?" I asked.

"Of course we are silly!" She said standing up, and then came over and sat down in my lap giving me a kiss on the mouth. This wasn't out of character for her, or even for us, as I said we'd always been close in a friendly sort of way. Always joking around and teasing one another, perhaps a little more intimately than brother's or sister's might do perhaps, but it had always been harmless innocent fun, even though I had been very acutely aware of my cousins full well-rounded breasts whenever they'd been in close proximity to me.

"Now, just one more question I want to ask you about," she said sitting there with her arms wrapped around my neck.

"O.k., what?" I asked curiously.

"Why do you enjoy watching those movies anyway?"

"What?" I stammered surprised by the question.

But she went on without really waiting for any further explanation. "I mean I've certainly seen a few fairly suggestive "R-rated" movies, but I've never, ever seen a hard-core movie like that one before," she said simply. "And the little of it that I did see, didn't look like it would be all that exciting. So why do you?" she asked again.

"I don't know, maybe it's just one of those guy things," I said lamely trying to beg off. "You certainly see a hell of a lot more than what you see in most of those "R-rated" movies you just mentioned."

"Oh? Well, then let me see one," she said standing up off my lap.

"Now?"

"Yes! Now!" she said enthusiastically. "Go get it so we can watch it."

"Together?"

Jill laughed at me. "What? You shy about watching some dirty movie with your own cousin?"

"Something like that," I told her.

"Oh come on Brian, I don't want to watch something like that by myself, I would feel weird then. And I'd rather be able to ask you about it while we are, find out what you find interesting, or why it appeals to you, stuff like that."

"I don't know Jill," I wasn't feeling all that easy about this for a number of reasons, most of which I wasn't about to tell her.

She wasn't about to take no for an answer however. "You go get the movie, I'll order the pizza, then we'll just sit and watch it like we would any other movie we've sat down and watched together."

"This isn't like any other movie," I said once again.

"Exactly, but maybe after this, I'll understand a little better as to why."

Reluctantly I agreed, though perhaps with the help of the pizza and both of us being fully clothed, we'd get through the experience without too much difficulty.

Though I had inserted the movie, we waited until after the Pizza had arrived before heading down stairs with the Pizza and more beer to wash it down with.

"What's the name of it anyway?" she asked.

"It's called, The Girl Next Door."

"That figures," she laughed. "O.k. lets see it."

I turned on the movie, and then purposely sat down in the chair with an end table between us, using that as an excuse to place my pizza and beer with Jill sitting on the couch next to me. She laughed at that, I wasn't fooling anybody, but her attention was soon diverted to the movie as it began. Initially, it really did feel a little awkward as things quickly began to unfold, a lot more so than they actually did in real life, which of course Jill commented on.

"I would never do something like that, not in a million years, no matter how good looking the pool-guy really was," she stated somewhat indignantly.

"I know that you wouldn't," I offered her. "But that's not really the point of the movie now is it?" I told her. "This girl is obviously flirting, showing off her body by the fact that she's actually sun-tanning on the diving board in the nude, then acting like she had no idea that the pool guy was going to show up today, and even though he has, she's not about to go running back into the house either. And yes, in fact, it's obvious that she is now enjoying teasing the guy whose simply there to clean her pool, and who is trying very hard not to stare at her the whole time he's doing it."

"Well that part is sort of stupid," she said once again still watching it. "I mean look at him," she then giggled. "He's not doing a very good job of hiding the fact that he has a hard-on poking out of his swim trunks now is he?"

Trying to watch an X-rated movie and be logical about it was like trying to teach a Cat to bark. Trying to explain that to Jill in reasonable terms wasn't happening either. Yeah, it was sort of idiotic to see this guy hauling a hose around the pool while trying to clean it with this enormous erection pressing against the front of his swimming trunks, and even more so with this girl (now actually sitting up on the diving board, flaunting her breasts while he's trying to do so). But that's not the real point of the movie either, it doesn't necessarily have to be logical when we all know we're about to see them get together and fuck, strangers and all supposedly.

"Do you think she has nice tits?" Jill suddenly asked me staring at the girl sitting on the end of the diving board.

I couldn't help but look of course, especially being directed to. "Yeah, I suppose they are," I told her. "Probably not real though."

"You don't think those are real?" Jill asked curiously.

I looked carefully once again. "Nope, I don't think so, just a little too perky if you ask me."

"Mine are perky!" Jill said in defiance. "Don't you think so?"

Now I was looking at hers of course, even though she had on a tee-shirt covering them. "Well sure...yes, but not like I've actually seen them either," I said in my own defense. "But I'm sure they don't look anything like hers do."

"Oh? So whose do you think looks better?" she asked once again. I was about to reiterate that I really couldn't fairly compare the two, when to my surprise Jill lifted up her tee-shirt actually baring her breasts. "Well?"

I had on some few occasions managed to catch a glimpse here or there of my cousin's tits, usually when she leaned over wearing one of her more loosely fitting tank tops. I'd even spied a bare nipple once, but only for the briefest of seconds, and never anything like this. Now, here she sat, tee-shirt fully pulled up and over her boobs, both of them staring at me with those perfect little twin, tan colored nipples sitting atop two of the most perfectly shaped orbs I had ever seen before. And I can honestly say, I've seen a few.

"Ah...wow," was all I could really say.

"Well?" she pressed once more. "Are they or aren't they as pretty as hers are?"

"Much more...beautiful," I stammered. "And besides, like I said, hers probably aren't even real anyway," I added, though that didn't seem to impress Jill a whole lot.

Jill looked at the TV once again just as the pool guy had finished putting some sun-tan oil on the girls back which she'd obviously coaxed him into doing for her, and then had turned so that he'd apply some of it to her breasts as well. His hands were still fixed on the girl's tits and he was now obviously playing with them, not just rubbing on the suntan oil.

"See how they hardly even move while he's touching them?" I pointed out. "That's one for sure way you can tell."

I didn't catch the movement at first, but then suddenly Jill had stood and had stepped in front of me blocking the TV.

"Go ahead, touch them," she stated. "Tell me if you like the way these feel better than the way those would."

"Jill, I don't need to touch them to know that," I said simply. "I'm sure I would."

"Then do it," she said once again. "I would really like to know what you think."

"Why?" I asked, but had placed both hands on my cousin's breasts even as I said that.

"Because Jim once told me he thought I should get a boob-job someday and get even bigger breasts than I have already, but I couldn't understand why he'd want me to do that, unless they aren't attractive enough or feel the way they should feel," she told me seriously. "So? What do you think?"

"I think that Jim's an asshole for starters," I said removing my hands from my cousin's breasts. "And secondly, you have nice boobs, and they feel just right, just the way they are."

Satisfied, she pulled her shirt down covering them once again and took her seat back on the couch. I was thankful for that, as at least the armrest concealed the fact that I now had an erection, which I'd been struggling with in the first place after the movie had begun. But now, actually having seen and then touched Jill's tits, there was no hiding it or willing it to go away after that either.

And of course, to make matters worse, the two were now fucking on top of the diving board.

Jill started laughing. "They get that thing bouncing too much more, they're going to bounce themselves right off of it!" Then Jill quit laughing as the camera zoomed in for some pretty explicit close-ups. "Damn, is that what it really looks like?" she asked seriously.

I had no idea what to say, so I didn't. I just sat there in my chair with an enormous erection watching two people fucking, thinking about my cousins bare tits, and trying very hard not to do so.

"Don't laugh," Jill began, which was the last thing I wanted to do under the circumstances anyway, "but though we only had sex a couple of times, I've never really even seen a guys dick before, I mean not a hard one anyway."

What she just told me didn't make any sense, and I as much told her so.

"We never really did anything except in the dark," she explained. And though I certainly touched him a couple of times, you know...played with it, I never actually saw what it was I was playing with, or what it looked like," she said seriously. "That..." she then added pointing at the TV, is actually the first hard dick I've ever really seen before now."

"You're serious?" I said disbelievingly. "You mean to tell me you and Jim have done it, and you've actually never even seen him when you did?"

"Nope...not even once. Most of the time he was in such a hurry to get it in me, that I never did see what he even looked like, or especially afterwards when he was always in such a hurry to put it away."

"Good hell, no wonder..." I heard myself saying before I could stop the words from coming out.

"No wonder what? No wonder that I was always coming home and masturbating afterwards?" she finished the thought for me. "Now you know why."

"So you never did with him?" I questioned.

"No," she actually admitted softly. "I figured that after a while things would sort of improve, but they really never did. If anything, it just got worse, at least for me it did."

"Damn, I'm sorry Jill, it shouldn't actually be that way at all. Trust me, it can be a hell of a lot better than that," I assured her. "And I'm sure with someone else...it will be."

We both sat staring at the TV for a few moments after that, the action if anything a lot wilder and more erotic than anything we'd even seen up until now. I also knew the inevitable cum-shot was only moments away as the pool guy was now sitting on the edge of the pool, the girl in the water now sucking and jacking him off which was a sure indication that's where this one was going to finish up.

"Seen enough?" I finally had to ask, hoping that she had as I was even more uncomfortable now than I had been.

"Never seen that either," she said indicating that she was fully aware of what we were only moments away from actually seeing.

"Yeah well," I spoke not sure what else to comment or say about that.

"Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you do me a big favor?" she asked.

"Name it," I told her hoping that whatever it was, that it would involve turning off the TV before the inevitable happened on screen.

"Would you let me see yours?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," she said softly. "I'm willing to bet you have one right now, and I'd like to actually see one, and not just on the TV, but actually see and feel one, she added while being able to look at it for myself."

"Holy shit Jill, do you hear what you're asking me? What you're saying?"

"Of course I do, don't be an idiot. We've known each other for a long time now, and I wouldn't have asked you if I was uncomfortable about asking it, or didn't feel like I could trust you. So...will you or won't you?"

Dumb-founded, I just sat there for a moment not sure of what I should or shouldn't do. "Maybe this will help," Jill said standing up, and once again lifted her tee-shirt, only this time she didn't just pull it up, she pulled it up and over her head so that both of her bare breasts were clearly visible to me once again. "Is that better?"

It was...and it wasn't.

#

Jill really was a beautiful young woman, and sure, I had had several naughty delicious thoughts about my own cousin in the privacy of my own mind, but that wasn't something I was about to confess having either. But now...being confronted with actually looking at her, let alone her wanting to look at, and possibly even touch me was something else entirely.

"Please?"

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but I then stood and began undoing my belt.

"Come sit over here beside me," she said patting the couch. "That way I can see you better," she said simply.

I was self-conscious as hell, without really having a reason to be. But she was after all my own cousin. And she was staring at my hard erect prick with an intensity I had never seen before, not from any woman I'd ever met at least.

Sitting beside her, she tentatively reached out placing her hand around it and began feeling it. She giggled. "Wow, it's so hard, and so warm to the touch," she stated as though she were hypnotized.

Just as I almost found myself to be as she kept fondling my erection, exploring it with both her eyes as well as her hands. "That's even better than I imagined it should be," she stated finally.

Thankfully, we had missed the cum-shot on the TV, though why I thought that I really don't know. But what we both looked up to discover at that very moment was another woman, a different one who was lying in a bed with another guy who was currently going down on her, licking her pussy with several very intimately revealing close-ups showing what he was doing to her while all this was going on.

"Fuck," Jill actually moaned out loud. "Have you ever done that?" she asked me point blank, "to a girl?"

Once again I was near speechless, "Ah...sure, several times," I actually found myself saying.

"Really? What's it like?" she asked me.

"What do you mean what's it like? For you? For me?" I didn't know what she was asking me really, and once again felt foolish like having just been turned inside out tongue wise. "I take it...you've never experienced that before."

Jill didn't immediately answer me though, her face was glued to the TV watching the guy's tongue rapidly flicking the woman's hard exposed clit back and forth as he now likewise wormed a finger inside her juicy wet passage.

"Oh fuck," Jill moaned even more deeply, and then actually slipped a hand down to her shorts, unzipping them as she did so. Sitting there next to her on the couch, my prick hard and as straight as it had ever been, became even more so as Jill quickly kicked off her jeans, removed her tiny black thong, and spread her legs, slipping a finger delicately into herself just as the guy on the TV was doing.

Things were obviously out of control at this point, and I didn't know what I should do about it, if anything one way or the other. But sitting there watching her as she actually began playing with herself wasn't something I suddenly wanted her to not finish doing either.

"Jerk it off for me," she said then. "I want to see it," she added as she turned slightly towards me, her own fingers now rubbing against her clit as she exposed her most intimate parts towards me.

Somehow I managed to convince myself this was all normal exploratory kind of stuff and that Jill was merely full-filling her curiosity with someone she felt safe and comfortable in being with. But whatever reservations or guilt I might have entertained in the beginning, soon flew right out the window as I sat there watching my cousin as she fingered herself so openly before me, and especially when the woman on the TV began climaxing as the guy continued going down on her. That seemed to trigger everything at once, and I knew I was only seconds away from shooting a load.

"Please...Brian? Let me."

The next thing I knew, Jill had once again wrapped her hand around my hard stiff cock and was gently, expertly milking it. A second or two after that, I was in heaven.

#

"Wow," she breathed lustily for what seemed like an eternity afterwards. "You came a lot!"

"Tell me about it," I said sheepishly, now feeling a bit guilty after all. I had cum running all over my chest and legs, and she sat staring at her hands and fingers that were still covered in my spunk, though she seemed quite curious about it as she sat there playing with it. "Someone at school once told me it's good for the skin," she said matter-of-factly, and then I watched as she began rubbing it onto, and into her breasts. "Who knows? Maybe they're right?"

"Maybe..." was all I could think of to say. But then I thought of something else, and wondered if I really dare.

"Jill? Would you let me do something for you?" I asked her.

"What?"

I didn't really want to tell her, so I just knelt down on the floor between her legs and leaned forward. She immediately got the hint. Wordlessly, she leaned back even deeper against the cushions of the couch, spreading her legs even more openly than they already were as my tongue darted out, spearing that hard little pink nubbin between her lips.

"Holy shit!" she cried out a second after that. "Holy fucking shit!"

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Jill's ear-piercing little scream actually startled me, I hadn't expected that. But then again, I don't think she'd expected it either. I had never seen a woman thrash back and forth as wildly beneath me as she did. Her fingers all but digging into my scalp as she pressed herself against me as she came, and as she mashed my head so deeply into her that I could barely even breathe. But somehow I managed to, all the while continuing to gently flick the tip of my tongue back and forth over the surface of her tiny little clit, gradually slowing as the ebb of her intense climax slowly eased with it.

It was now late, and we were very much running the risk of her mother, and my Aunt returning home. Straightening up the mess, and ensuring we didn't leave one, I snatched the movie from the TV before I forgot about it and headed upstairs to my room, as Jill likewise did to her own. We both had a lot to think about, at least I know I did. We had crossed a pretty thin line tonight, and it worried me about what that might mean for the future, for our own relationship and the closeness we'd always shared together. Had we actually damaged it? Or would it survive?

I had been in my room for only a few minutes when I heard the front door opening. Aunt Jackie had finally gotten home, just after midnight, and for Jill and I, not a moment too soon. I lay in the darkness listening to the sound of her footsteps on the stairs, going into her bedroom for a bit, then out again down the hallway to the restroom that we both shared. I found myself needing to pee, the nervous tension and strain finally catching up to me, though I waited for a while even after hearing her return to her bedroom. I soon got up and quietly went to the door, peeking out and noticed that the light beneath her bedroom door was out. Why I felt the need to be quiet, sneaky perhaps was some sort of hold-over I imagined from what Jill and I had been doing earlier, as though she would see it in my face and suddenly know were she to look at me, at least before morning anyway when I had a chance to gather myself together a bit more than I was now.

As I passed by her bedroom door, I stopped hearing a faint noise as I did. It certainly wasn't her snoring, she hadn't been inside the room long enough to fall deeply asleep that fast. Then the familiar sound came to me, I wasn't so naive that I hadn't heard it before, nor knew what was going on inside. My Aunt had a vibrator, and she was using it! She had either had a lousy night after all, and was trying to get some relief from it, or...she had had a wonderful night, short of being really wonderful, and was trying to make it even more so. Either way, after what I'd experienced myself tonight, getting caught standing outside my Aunt's door listening to her masturbating suddenly didn't seem like such a very good idea, so I hurried on down the hallway to the bathroom, and returned to my own room without stopping to listen on the way back.

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Sunday was my only real day off. And I usually slept in whenever it was. Though for me sleeping in wasn't much past 8:00 either. I woke, feeling nervous and edgy. Jill and I hadn't really had any time to discuss what had happened between us, and I couldn't help but wonder what she might be feeling about now, if she might even be mad, or disgusted with me. Having just gone through such an ordeal as breaking up with her boyfriend, then feeling vulnerable and ending up doing what she'd done with me, and what I'd then done to her...I was imagining all sorts of horrible things by the time I got downstairs and found my Aunt and Cousin out on the deck sharing a morning cup of coffee.

Jill smiled brightly towards me as I came out carrying an empty cup. "Morning sleepy head, sleep well?" she asked grinning like the cat that had eaten the canary.

"Ah yeah, you?" I asked back trying not to look in my Aunt's direction initially in the event I might give something away. She didn't seem to notice however, just smiling herself.

"Well I'm glad to see everyone's in a much better mood than yesterday," she once again said still smiling. "I certainly am!"

Obviously I'd been correct. Aunt Jackie had had a pretty good evening as well, probably reliving it to some extent just before going to sleep.

"Well, I'm off," Jill announced. "Need to get showered and get my butt off to work, see you two later," she grinned, then bent giving her mother a quick kiss, then danced over to me doing the same before disappearing back inside the house.

I watched as Aunt Jackie placed the newspaper she was reading down on the table, lowering her glasses as she looked over the rim of them towards me.

"Jill said that you helped her get over that idiot she's been seeing," she told me.

"Yeah, well we talked," I said a little uneasily. "I think there were just a few things she needed to get off her chest, but hopefully it helped."

"Oh I'm sure it did," she said still continuing to sit there and smile. "Nothing like a good orgasm to get you through the rough times hey?"

Every hair on my neck was standing straight up. I wondered briefly if there was a butcher knife hidden away beneath the newspaper on the table and that any moment now she'd pick it up and plunge it into me. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't, continuing to play stupid, hoping against hope that she had meant something else entirely.

"I'm sure you're wondering..." she began now taking her glasses completely off, setting them down on the table. I got home a lot earlier than you actually think I did," she told me. "You see, I didn't exactly have the best night myself, and rather than stick it out and have an even lousier one, I decided to call it a night and come home. So...imagine my surprise when I walked by the window, you know, you really should check to make sure that it's closed next time," she informed me, interrupting herself. "Anyway, there the two of you are, watching porn movies together. So O.K., I find that interesting enough, but then when I crept down stairs and stood there watching the two of you touching and fondling one another, well then I really knew what was going on."

"Aunt Jack...it really wasn't like I'm sure you might think, it's a bit more complicated than that, but not as bad as it seems," I stammered trying to make it sound like less than I was actually making it, and especially as she'd obviously witnessed everything with her own eyes.

But what blew me away was when she actually laughed. "Brian, I got the jist of what was going on. And why and how that could happen. Honey...I'm really not mad at either one of you. The two of you have had a close relationship for years now, and frankly, I had thought that something like this might have happened long before now. The fact that it obviously hadn't until last night is what actually surprised me the most. Well...that and realizing that poor Jill's never had a man go down on her before either, that surprised me a little too, but the fact that you were at least her first, then she at least got to experience that particular little pleasure from someone that obviously knows, and cares about what they're doing."

Once again, I was speechless. Not only had we been caught, literally with our proverbial pants down, but now my very own Aunt Jackie was praising my talent and ability to get her own daughter off with my mouth and tongue.

"Just one word of caution, don't let it get in the way of your relationship with one another either, if you decide to continue these explorations together, then be careful about it. Some might not look on it the way you and I do, or the way Jill might. And just so you know, she's very much aware that I do know about it too. We talked about it in length before you joined us this morning."

"You did?"

"Of course we did. Hell Brian, I don't mind telling you that I got horny as hell thinking about it myself last night."

"You did?" I heard myself repeating myself.

"Damn straight, came twice once before you went to the bathroom, and then again just after you went back to your own room. Have a fun little toy I enjoy using that produces the most exquisite little orgasms, though not half as exquisite as the one you obviously gave Jill."

"Fuck me..." I moaned in disbelief.

"Maybe later...right now I want to finish reading the paper," My Aunt said.

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I spent the better part of the day actually trying to avoid my Aunt Jackie. Not that I was ashamed or embarrassed by anything, though I probably was, but I was mostly confused. Finally, having enough of it, she cornered me in the hallway.

"O.k., enough's enough Brian, you come with me." The next thing I knew, we were sitting in her bedroom on the bed. "Listen Brian, like we spoke about this morning, I'm not going to be all weirded out about the two of you curiously enjoying one another or fooling around, provided you take precautions. Now, that being said, the other thing is this, you should know me well enough by now to know that I would never...ever...force you or anyone else into doing anything they didn't want to do, and I sure as hell wouldn't do something behind my daughter's back either. When she and I spoke this morning, I confessed to her, and told her that I envied her for what she finally got to experience with you. It's been a very long time since I've even been with a man, believe that or not, and longer still since I've had a man go down on me the way you did on Jill. So...do we understand one another?" she asked seriously.

I merely nodded my head.

"Good, then that's settled. Like I said, I don't have any problems with the two of you doing whatever it is you feel like doing together, but I'm also not going to hide the fact that that arouses me as well. I won't act on it...because I don't want it causing either of you any problems, but I'm not hiding that fact from either one of you. So, are we clear here now?" she stated.

"Yes Aunt Jack...we are." She smiled then, hugged me to her, and then kissed me no differently than she always had.

"O.K., now go busy yourself until dinnertime. I need to get myself off a couple of times between now and then."

I laughed at that nervously, thinking she was just fucking around with me until she actually reached inside her nightstand and pulled out the vibrating toy I'd heard her actually using the night before. She turned and saw that I was still standing there.

"Well? You going to watch me or go do what I told you to do?"

I closed the door to her room...reluctantly.

#

Nearly an entire week had gone by without any further discussions, bumping into's that resulted in anything other than an "excuse me". By Friday, I was beginning to think that everything that had happened or been said was nothing more than a figment of my imagination. Finally I had had it, if Jill was upset with me, I wanted to hear it and know why.

The opportunity came when I went downstairs carrying a load of laundry to do, she was in the washroom preparing to do the same thing.

"I'm doing whites," she said if you've got anything you want to add.

"I do, but I also think we need to talk."

"About what?"

"You know what Jill, it seems like everyone's doing their level best to not talk to me, or talk about it," I stated staring into her eyes.

"I know," she said finally lowering her head. "I've had a lot to think about, especially after talking to mom about it."

"Well I spoke with her too, and she told me she wasn't upset or mad about anything that happened."

"No, she isn't mad, that's not got anything to do with any of this," Jill said jumping up to sit on top of the washing machine. "What's been bothering me is that she was right about something."

"And that was?"

"That you're my cousin, just as she is your Aunt, there is no difference in that with regards to our relationship."

"I'm not following you," I told her. "Explain it to me."

Jill sighed, "Let me try this another way then. I enjoyed the other night with you, and admittedly I've been thinking about it a lot. And you know what I mean when I say that," she actually grinned. "But...I have no right to lay some claim on you especially since you are my cousin and not my boyfriend. The reality is, being that we are cousins, anything outside of that isn't going to go anywhere, any more than it would or wouldn't with mom either."

I was still confused. "So you've decided that it's just easier to forget everything that happened and go back to the way it was before all that happened and just pretend none of it did?"

"No...I'm not saying that at all Brian, what I'm saying is, that I don't have any claims on you, and if you decide you want to spend some time with mom too, then that's ok with me."

I was stunned and just stood there staring at her. "Am I hearing you right? You're telling me that it's ok if your mom and I, my Aunt...get it on?"

"It's only fair," Jill said nodding her head. "You and I both know that ever since she saw the two of us that it's something she's been thinking about too, she just hasn't acted on it because of my feelings as well as yours. So what I'm telling you is this, if you decide to do anything, I'm ok with it and won't get all weirded out about it. Nor should I. But I also don't want to run around hiding that we are from her either, and I don't want her feelings to be hurt if we continue to do so."

I seriously hadn't considered exploring that possibility any more than a passing thought. Not that my Aunt wasn't attractive, she most certainly was. But like I said, she reminded me of my own mother for one thing, and for another, I wasn't sure that being sexually involved with two women in the same house wouldn't cause more problems in the long run than the excitement of being with both of them would be worth.

"Anyway...what I've decided is this," she said reaching down and once again pulling her tee-shirt up and over her head. "It's up to you to decide, not me. I'm ok with it if you are. As I'm obviously ok, and still very interested in exploring a few new horizons with you if you're interested."

I was staring at her beautiful boobs once again which she'd just revealed to me.

"So, as long as we're both here, and if you're not too terribly busy at the moment, I was kind of wondering if you wouldn't mind doing that thing with your tongue again to me."

Though Jill sat, she quickly pulled down the flannel shorts she was wearing, slipping those off along with her tiny little thong. "It won't take long," she grinned suggestively, "I've been horny as hell all week long now!"

I started to move towards her, but Jill suddenly closed her legs, "Just remember Brian, I'm not going to hide anything or pretend that we aren't enjoying one another, if you start to feel guilty about that, or if mom knowing we are makes you uncomfortable, then you need to deal with it, and that means if we need to stop doing what we're about to do here, then it stops once and for all. Agreed?"

"Agreed," I told her shaking my head in wonder, and wondering as I did what I was really getting myself into. Jill once again opened her legs to me.

"You might as well take off your clothes," she told me. "They need to be washed anyway."

Moments later I was standing naked before her, leaning over the washing machine where she still sat, legs bent at the knee, her sweet succulent looking pussy staring me in the face and began licking it just as the washer went into the spin cycle.

"Hmm, that's interesting," she giggled as my tongue began doing a spin cycle of it's own upon her clit.

"Isn't it though?" I mouthed against her still lapping at her hard little clitty.

"You know you're driving me crazy here," She said several minutes later.

I had felt it every time she'd gotten close to having an orgasm, and had backed off, teasing her, reaching up to caress and fondle those firm hard tits of hers, and then going back to licking and sucking her pussy. Feeling her once again on or near the edge, I again backed away, but this time she wasn't about to let me stop, though she pushed forward, jumping down off the washer, turning and leaning over it when she did.

"Fuck me...fuck me now, and fuck me hard!" She demanded.

As wet and slick as she was, my prick slid inside her in the blink of an eye, surprising the two of us simultaneously with the deliciously erotic sensation that filled her cunt, and grasped my prick with those first sweet slow lunges in and out of her as we stood there together.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out, fucking back towards me until the frenzy of our coupling became a blur. True to what she had told me, and perhaps because of what I'd been doing to her prior to this, Jill cried out with a suddenness that surprised us both as she came. The sweetness of her orgasm washed over me, sensitizing my prick even more than she'd already been doing. The moment I felt my own orgasms approach, I immediately withdrew my cock from that hot warm slippery fuck-tunnel and mashed it against her ass. She knew in my doing that, that my own climax was nearly upon me. Reaching back with her hand, she grabbed it, rubbing it against herself as I began pumping out ribbon after ribbon of hot sticky sperm that cascaded like a fountain all over her back and ass.

We stood there for long moments afterwards trying to catch our breath. Jill turned at that moment and kissed me, warmly and passionately, like lovers, certainly not like cousins or even friends.

"Like I said Brian, now it's up to you if we continue doing this or not." And with that, she turned and walked naked back down the hallway to wards her room, leaving me to stand there looking at her cute sweet ass as she walked away.

"Damn," was all I could stand there saying. "Damn."

#

On Saturday I had finished up fairly early arriving home in the afternoon. I knew Jill would be at work and thought it best to have another chat with my Aunt. Though Jill and I hadn't done anything else since our encounter in the washroom, I had also made up my mind not to do anything more until I had had a real chat with my Aunt about the way things truly stood with her regarding it. If she had changed her mind, or would look differently on me because of it, then I wasn't about to screw up my relationship with her any more than I already had.

As I approached the door to my bedroom, I could hear the bath water being run in the bathroom. Stopping by the door, I knocked and then spoke. "Aunt Jack? When you're out, would you mind if we spoke?" I heard her turning off the running water.

"Why don't you just come in and we can talk now?" she called out. "It's not locked."

I turned the doorknob and stepped into the bathroom. Aunt Jackie was comfortably soaking in the tub, facing me as I entered. She made no effort to cover herself beyond the layer of clear water that surrounded her, though I made some effort in not looking directly either as I took a seat on the toilet sitting next to her.

"So what's up?" she asked though I am fairly sure she already knew what was on my mind.

"Well for starters Aunt Jack, let me just say that you are my family, my only family, and I love you and Jill both very much." She smiled at that.

"Well thank you Brian, and you know that we both love you too," she said unnecessarily.

"Yes, I know, and that's sorta why I'm even here. I don't want to fuck that up," I said boldly, not sure if my use of profanity would surprise her as I had always been a little careful about speaking that way around her. She didn't even flinch however when I said that.

"Why do you think that it would?" she asked sitting up slightly, which caused her magnificent breasts to surface above the water slightly more than they already had been. Though I quickly averted my eyes, I was still very much aware of them as she sat there waiting for me to continue.

"Because this really is my home, and you are my family now, and I don't want to risk having you being mad or angry with me just because Jill and I had gotten caught up in things," I finally managed to say. She once again laughed at that, which eased my mind just a little.

"By way of getting caught up in things, you mean specifically fucking your cousin? My daughter?" She said looking directly at me.

"She already told you?" I stammered back.

"Of course she did," Jackie told me. "We made a promise to one another, and that was that neither one of us was going to hold any secrets or keep anything from one another. When I asked her if the two of you had managed to work through all the silence and tension that's been going on around here, she told me that you had, and that you'd even fucked down in the laundry room after working things out."

"Fuck..." I said simply groaning the word out. "Jill really wasn't k**ding was she?" I thought to myself, but I heard my Aunt Jackie's laugh, once again reminding me of my language.

"That's what I said when she told me about it," my Aunt continued laughing. "Against the washing machine no less! I'm going to have to try that out myself, Jill said it felt wonderful, and I don't doubt that it did too!"

I had noticed that my Aunt had slipped her hand down between her legs, by the movement of the moments ago still water, it was obvious as to what she was now doing, and doing so unashamedly, still smiling towards me. I felt my erection grow almost immediately, and shifted uncomfortably as it did, mesmerized while sitting there watching my Aunt frigging herself beneath the water.

"I'd be more than happy to take care of that for you," she said simply, her gaze suddenly directed at the now obvious bulge in my jeans. "While taking care of myself," she added now letting me know in no uncertain terms that she was fingering herself while lying there in the tub. The next thing I knew, I was standing and slipping my jeans and underwear down around my ankles, stepping out of them. I watched as Aunt Jackie sat up in the tub, half kneeling as she beckoned me over towards her. Both breasts were now even more clearly revealed. Unlike Jill's only slightly smaller, somewhat perkier pointed tipped breasts, my Aunts were fuller, a bit more well-rounded with a sensual maturity of age that immediately excited and aroused me to an even higher level. I noticed that her areola were also larger, darker with two eraser sized nipples that were thick and well extended away from her breasts. Even as I felt her hand surround my stiff shaft, I reached down giving one of those sensitive little peaks a thumb roll with my fingers, causing my Aunt to mewl with renewed desire and need.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long now, it's not even funny," she told me, then she wrapped her lips around my prick and began sucking it like it's never been sucked before. My knees buckled, and if it hadn't been for the fact that I was still holding onto her breast, I might have gone down to the floor so sweet was the sensation. Looking down, she continued fingering herself, her hand busy between her legs as she held me with the other hand, licking and sucking my shaft that soon had me seeing stars. Fully aware of my impending orgasm, my Aunt drew me deeply inside her mouth, holding me there, sucking forcefully as the first hard-felt jettison of my cream began filling her mouth.

When I regained my senses, I stumbled back over to the toilet seat and sat down, watching my Aunt as she began draining the water, stepping out from the tub. Just as Jill was, my Aunt Jackie had obviously shaved her pussy too, her lips still full and swollen from her fingering as she stood there toweling herself off, suggestively licking her lips.

"Goodness, it's been a while since I've done that," she smiled wickedly. "I'd almost forgotten how much I enjoy doing that." she added with an even wickeder smile.

At that moment she placed one leg on the edge of the tub in order to dry it, as she did, I fell to my knees in front of her, almost immediately I felt her hands dropping the towel, now placed firmly on top of my head as I began rolling her slightly larger sized clit around in my mouth, between my lips, gently sucking it as she stood there.

"Oh Brian!" she moaned lustily, "Oh...Brian!"

I soon added a finger to that moist slippery passage and sat there fingering my Aunt's quim all the while sucking and flicking that magnificent clit of hers with my tongue. I could feel the tremors of her delight as she involuntarily stood there bouncing somewhat, shaking as I seized control of her body and pleasured her in ways she hadn't felt in a very long time now. Even her orgasm when it came washed over her with an intensity she hadn't counted on, her pussy gushing with a clear fluid that threatened to drown me at first, though I swallowed furiously, lapping up the sweet nectar that spilled from that heavenly split. Faced drenched with her fluids, she pulled me up to my feet, kissing me, tasting of herself as she did so. Taking my hand in hers, we soon left the bathroom heading into her bedroom where we spent the rest of the early evening fucking one another in every conceivable way that was possible.

#

Things rapidly improved around the house after that. Everyone was laughing and talking once again, and my sex-life had suddenly taken on a whole new dimension, though I found myself somewhat shy in response to that whenever both of them were home at the same time. Only once had I succumbed to Jill's urgings as she gave me a much promised blow-job in her bedroom as a return favor to a nice oral tickling of her clit out on the patio earlier that day. I could hear Aunt Jackie sorting through some wash in the room next door, and nervously kept glancing towards the door to Jill's room, which wasn't locked of course, fully expecting my Aunt to poke her head in at any moment.

"Would you relax and enjoy this?" Jill stated with finality, "Or would you rather we try this a bit later?"

I don't know why it was. I mean I knew that they both knew what we were all doing, but for some reason, I continued to act like it was something I still needed to do without the other one knowing it was being done, until after the fact at least.

Both Jill as well as my Aunt assured me repeatedly that it was ok, and to quit worrying about it, but even though they'd assured me of that, I still did anyway.

#

A week later my Aunt Jackie informed me that we would have one of those rare Saturday nights home together, so she was planning a nice sit-down family dinner. I was really looking forward to that as I so enjoyed a really nice home-cooked meal. I'd gotten started really early so as to ensure that I got home early as well, doing so only to find a note waiting for me on the kitchen table when I entered the room. For a moment I thought perhaps they'd gone out for some reason, then remembered seeing my Aunt's car still in the drive.

"Brian, you know where we'll be if you're interested. It's time for all of us to openly acknowledge what we're doing and how we feel about it. So if you're interested and willing, then join us. We'll be waiting for you. Love, your Aunt Jackie."


I noticed then a post script written in Jill's hand.

"P.S., please go upstairs and shower first, I know what you've been working with today." Love, your cousin Jill.

#

I think I hold the world record for taking the quickest, yet most thoroughest shower.

Only slightly apprehensive, I quickly dried myself off and jumped into my bathrobe, then made my way downstairs. Sure enough, I could hear gentle music coming from the den, as well as the flicker of lights and the scent of cinnamon filling the air. I wasn't sure what to expect when I entered the room, but it certainly wasn't what I then saw. Both women were entirely nude, I had actually half expected to see that, I mean after all. But what I hadn't expected to see was the two of them laying in the middle of the floor together, cunt to cunt, pressing themselves against one another in a scissors-like lock, one another's legs thrown over the others mashing and pressing against themselves in a slow titillating gyration as they lay there looking up towards me, smiles on their faces.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed the moment I entered the room. Surprised wasn't the most accurate word for it, shocked as well I am sure. They both lay there looking up at me, still smiling, though the smile was a mixture of wanton lustiness as well. It was my Aunt Jackie who finally spoke first.

"Just so you know, Jill and I discussed this a few days ago, we thought it would be the best way to eliminate and resolve this silly issue about doing things behind one another's backs, even though we all know what's going on."

I didn't speak, I was still too engrossed on seeing the two of them pressed together the way they were to find any words.

"Like I told you once before Brian, mom and I have never had any secrets, or hang-ups from one another, she was there when I first lost my virginity, she was there when Jim and I first started having sex, and in fact...she actually gave me my very first vibrator and showed me how to use it. Now...just so you also know, this is a first time for us, doing this."

"Wow..." I allowed myself to say, finally walking over and sitting down on the floor beside them.

"Shocked?" Jill asked.

"A little...yes," I replied.

"Yeah, well we probably surprised ourselves a little too," Jackie added. "We started out just laying here on the floor together, talking about how horny we both were, waiting for you and trying to decide how we'd both approach you this way."

"Yeah, and then I noticed mother's laying here stroking herself while we're talking, and I had to admit that I found that pretty damn arousing, so the next thing I know..."

"Jill's rubbing herself, while I am," Jackie jumped in, '"then I lifted my leg, like this," she said doing it.

"And then it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for me to do this," Jill added once again, and repositioned herself directly against her mother's cunt once again locking their legs over one another. "We sort of thought that when you came down stairs and saw us like this, tha