Double Delights

                       by Tempest

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The material herein is fictional and is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. It contains themes of incest and underage sexual activities. If you are offended by (or it is illegal for you to read) sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in the story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone nor endorse any of the activities described in this story.
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MF, Mg 10, MFgg 10/10, brother/sister, uncle/niece, incest, anal, con,1st, romantic

When Marc learns of his brother-in-law's untimely death, his sister asks him to move in with her and her identical twin daughters, Trish and Tess.

Word Count: 23,446

Published: February 24 2019


Marc Litchfield was a thirty-three-year-old confirmed bachelor, with a nice monthly income before tax of four thousand dollars from the company he co-founded with his college roommate. With no debt, he didn't have to work. But, after six months of playing golf every day, or working out at the gym, he got tired of the playboy lifestyle, so he took up writing—something he had wanted to try since childhood when he was enthralled by the words of Robert Louis Stevenson, Jack London, and Isaac Asimov.

He was pleasantly surprised when the first agent he sent his first manuscript to, signed him up. Two months later, his first novel, The Accountant's Wife, reached number three on the New York Times bestseller list. The steady stream of royalties from book sales added nicely to his monthly income and, with the offer of a movie contract, he was set for life.

Two months later, with the inked signatures on a contract for the movie screenplay for The Accountant's Wife barely dry, he got a phone call that would change his life in ways he could never imagine. It was eleven-thirty in the morning, and the call was from his sister Jackie, who, between bouts of crying, informed him that her husband Mike had been killed in a plane crash earlier that morning.

Jackie told him that Mike, who owned a commercial construction company, was on his way to Atlanta to meet a potential client when the chartered Beechcraft Baron had gone down just after takeoff from Charlotte-Douglass International Airport. He was killed along with his Vice President of Construction and the two-man crew.

Jackie was inconsolable. She hadn't yet told her two daughters, Tessa and Trish—identical twins. They were due home from school that afternoon. After hanging up with his sister, Marc immediately drove to his sister's house where he did his best to console her. She had stopped crying, but her eyes and nose were bright red. The task of breaking the bad news to the twins rested on his shoulders since his sister couldn't bear to tell them herself.

Marc did the best job he could, but it broke his heart to see his two beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed nieces crying. He spent the next two weeks at his sister's large house taking care of things: making arrangements for the funeral, informing friends of the tragic loss, cooking breakfasts, packing the twins lunch boxes, and seeing them safely onto the school bus. He called the school principal and informed her of the death of the twins' father. The principal graciously arranged for a grief counselor to be available for the girls every school day.

The funeral, like most, was a somber affair. Marc was quite impressed at seeing how many friends Mike had. Many of them were former clients; even the potential client that Mike was going to meet that fateful day flew in from Atlanta. The twins, with their blonde hair tied loosely at the back of their necks in black scrunchies, stayed quietly in the background.

Two days later Marc and Jackie met with the board of directors of Mike's company to discuss the way forward. Jackie was now the majority stockholder. Tony Duran, the VP of HR, presented a notarized legal document providing for Ross Peters, the senior project manager, to succeed him in the event of his death. Ross had been with Mike from the very start and knew the company inside out. The Board directed Tony to start looking for a replacement for Ross as well as Pete Jenkins, the VP of Construction, who also died in the crash.

Six months later, with life almost back to normal—as normal as they could be with a household minus a father—Jackie invited Marc to dinner. When he arrived, he realized it was just the two of them since the twins were having a sleepover at a friend's house. Jackie kissed and hugged him tightly when he stepped through the front door.

Marc had always liked their house. Mike had his friend and favorite architect design it, and Mike's company built it five years ago. It was modern—but not that 'ultramodern' that Marc detested. He thought ultramodern houses were sterile and not designed to be lived in. They were more likely to be lived on—like most of Frank Lloyd Wright's furniture.

It was over eight thousand square feet with a spacious master suite, separate but connected bedrooms each with en-suite bathrooms for the twins, and three guest bedrooms—all with en-suites. It had a heated indoor swimming pool in the basement, together with a home theatre, and underground garage. There was a chef's kitchen/large family room, breakfast room, formal dining room that could easily accommodate twelve, and a large great room with two-story windows overlooking the rear garden. Off the great room was a study/office. In the back yard there was an outdoor pool that was like the ones you see on the television show Insane Pools complete with water slide, grotto, swim up bar and a Lazy River.

Jackie was an excellent cook. She had trained at The Culinary Institute of America when she was younger with a life plan to open her own restaurant someday. Then she met and fell in love with Mike and the twins came along. Mike loved her cooking and they planned to open a restaurant with Jackie as Executive Chef once the girls were older.

Over dinner, Jackie told Marc how much the twins missed having a man around the house and, since they absolutely adored him, she asked whether he would consider moving in with them and be their surrogate father. Marc was very flattered and immediately liked the idea. If he was honest with himself, living on his own sucked. He'd dated quite a few women, but as soon as they started hinting at moving in with him, he would drop them. He had never been in love and the thought of having a woman around to organize his life in return for average sex was not something he ever wanted to contemplate. However, the idea of living with his sister and the twins, whom he loved dearly, where there was no romantic attachment, appealed to him. He hated cooking for himself and too often ate TV dinners. He usually dined out Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings, to have a balanced diet he told himself.

He happily agreed to take Jackie up on her offer, and within a week he had moved all of his personal effects, clothes, some furniture and his computer into the house. He took one of the guest bedrooms next to Trish's. Jackie said he could exclusively use the study/office to write. He really appreciated a dedicated space to write as he only had the dining room table in his condo whic he had been able to rent out generating more income.

The twins were over the moon that their Uncle Marc was living with them and were constantly hanging around him. Jackie had to finally take them aside and tell them to give Marc some breathing space as he had work to do.


Chapter One

Marc was worried about his sister. It had been a couple of months since he'd moved in and nine months since Mike's death, but she was still having difficulty adjusting to the death of her husband, although for the sake of the twins she was putting on a brave face. But when she thought that no one was looking, he saw her dab her handkerchief to the corner of her eyes.

One night, after they had put the twins to bed—now a nightly ritual where both Marc and Jackie would tuck each of them in their beds, and give and receive the required kisses—Jackie said she was turning in early. Back downstairs, she kissed him on his lips, something she had started to do ever since he moved in, and went to the master suite. It was nine o'clock.

Marc sat watching television sipping an eighteen-year-old Glen Morangie single malt scotch he had found in the liquor cabinet. At nine-thirty he called it a night since he'd been working hard on the movie script for most of the day and was tired. He put his glass in the dishwasher and headed for the stairs. As he passed the door to the master suite, he noticed it was partially open, and he heard his sister moaning. Thinking she was not well, he pushed open the door. He was greeted with the sight of his sister lying on top of the large bed with her back to him.

She was naked.

From the rear, she had a classic hourglass figure which, considering she had given birth to twins, was still nicely proportioned. Her rump rose up from her slim waist, and he could see her plump, peach-like vulva with its tight slit squashed between the tops of her thighs. The dark-pink rosette of her anus was slightly open. The sight was incredibly erotic, made even more so by the tip of her finger moving back and forth in her tight slit, plump labia oozing aside, hugging her finger.

She was masturbating.

Even though she was his sister, blood rushed to Marc's penis. She was moaning as she vigorously rubbed her clitoris. He stood there, rooted to the spot, watching his sister masturbate; he had a burgeoning erection in his pants. As she worked her pussy lips and clit, her breathing got faster and her moans louder until she finally orgasmed. Marc was not surprised that he gotten an erection watching his sister masturbate but when she cried out, "Oh, God Marc!" as she came, he was shocked.

He could hardly believe what he had heard. He quickly withdrew from the door opening and went to his room. An hour later in bed, he still had an erection and had to go to his bathroom and relieve himself by masturbating into the toilet bowl thinking about what it might be like to fuck his own sister. He finally drifted off to sleep still hearing his sister call out his name as she climaxed.


Chapter Two

A week after the incident where he had seen his sister masturbating, was the first Monday after school was out for the summer. Trish or Tess—Marc could never tell the difference although Jackie said she could—knocked on his study door around ten o'clock. Their mother had made it quite plain that the study was off limits unless they knocked first and were invited in.

"Come on in," Marc said.

The door opened, and one of the twins walked in. She was wearing a lime-green bikini. He had never seen the girls in swimsuits before—well not since they were eight years old. He was surprised though excited to see that she now had tits. The last time he remembered seeing Trish in a swimsuit, she was flat-chested. Now she had two small swells about the size of half lemons filling the cups of her bra top. He was also surprised that she had a gentle curve to her still narrow hips that flared out from her small waist giving her a definite female look. He couldn't help but notice the size of her mons cradled inside the bikini bottom and a small exciting cameltoe. He started to get an erection.

He swallowed. "Hey, Trish, what's up?" he asked.

"I'm Tess," she replied smiling at his inability to tell her apart from her sister.

"Oh . . . sorry," he replied. Yes, Tess?"

"Will you come and swim with us? It's a nice day out there, and it's bad for you to stay cooped up in here."

"Oh it is, is it? And who says so?"

"Mommy did. She said to come and get you away from your writing for a while," Tess said. She stood there playing with her long blonde hair, twisting it around her finger nervously.

"Oh she did, did she? Well, they do say that mothers know best."

Her face lit up. "Does that mean you will?"

"Yes, sugar. I'll be out shortly, I just need to finish this scene for the movie, then I'll go change into my swimsuit."

She ran over and held his face in her hands and kissed him on his lips. She held the kiss for a good ten seconds, then turned and ran out. He sat there stunned. He'd never kissed an eleven-year-old before, and certainly not on the lips. The nightly kisses he gave them as he and Jackie tucked them in bed were on their foreheads. It was, he thought, the most sensual kiss he'd ever received, and it really excited him.


"He's coming out to swim," Tess said to her twin sister.

"Did he know you were Tess?"

"No, he called me Trish."

"I knew he couldn't tell us apart."

Tess giggled. "He won't know what hit him. This is going to be soooo much fun," she said.

Ten minutes later Marc exited the French doors and stepped onto the terrace which also served as the pool deck. He was greeted by the sight of the twins splashing around in the pool, although it was more of a large lagoon than a pool.

Both wore identical lime-green bikinis. He groaned silently.

Jackie looked out of the kitchen window at the twins. "Oh dear," she remarked to no one in particular, "it's started already. Poor Marc doesn't know what he's in for." She could tell the twins apart—it was a mother thing. However, if you looked very close, Trish had a very tiny mole on the left side of her nose that Tess didn't. As the girls were identical twins or monozygotic twins, the medical term where a single cell fertilized by a single sperm divides into two, Jackie was surprised that one girl had something the other didn't. She wasn't about to tell Marc since it would spoil the girls' fun.


Chapter Three

Since her husband's untimely death, Jackie had been pondering what to do about the twins. They were now at the age where they were starting to develop the sexual side of their personalities, and their curiosity knew no limits. She and her late husband had always been very open with their daughters. From an early age, nudity was accepted as normal—not that they paraded around the house naked all the time, but showering or bathing together wasn't unusual and skinny dipping in the pool was always fun.

At nine years old, Trish had come into the master suite one night while Jackie and Mike were making love. They didn't notice her right away as they were so wrapped up in their lovemaking and she stood there watching her father on top of her mother. The bedside table lamp was on, and Jackie had her legs over Mike's shoulders so Trish could clearly see his hard penis thrusting in and out of her mother's vagina.

When they finally realized Trish was standing there, Mike withdrew his penis from his wife and rolled to her side and pulled the sheet up.

"How long have you been standing there, honey?" Jackie asked matter-of-factly, not wanting Trish to think that what she and Mike had been doing was somehow wrong.

" 'bout five minutes," she replied.

"Well, you know what we said about knocking on a closed door?"

"But the door was open, Mommy," Trish said.

Jackie looked at Mike and shrugged her shoulders. "Come over here," she said as she lifted the sheet. Trish got into bed next to her mother.

"I guess you want to know what your father and I were doing?"

"You were having sex—trying to make a baby," she replied.

From time to time they had explained the differences between a man and a woman's body as the occasion warranted. The girls had seen their father with an erection before which prompted a discussion as to why it got hard sometimes. The twins knew how babies were formed. They had thought to bring Tess into the discussion they were about to have but knew from experience that whatever new thing Trish discovered, Tess would know within the hour and vice versa.

So, over the next fifteen minutes, they explained to Trish that intercourse wasn't always to make babies. That when a man and a woman loved each other, intercourse was a means of expressing their love. They explained that it was also to relieve sexual energy and that sometimes one or the other would get aroused and needed to make love or masturbate. They had already explained what masturbation was and Jackie knew that Trish and Tess masturbated together as well as pleasuring each other.

"So, if Daddy squirted his stuff into you, you won't get pregnant?"

"No, honey. Mommy takes a pill every day which prevents her from getting pregnant."

Satisfied with all the information she had received, she kissed her mother and father goodnight and left. She closed the door behind her as requested. Not bothering to find out what caused her visit to their bedroom in the first place, Jackie and Mike continued their lovemaking.

Trish opened the adjoining door to Tess's bedroom and went in. Tess was lying in bed but wasn't asleep. Trish got onto her bed.

"You'll never guess what I just saw Mommy and Daddy doing," Trish said.


Chapter Four

Trish came out of the pool and over to where Marc stood watching them. She grabbed one of his hands and started tugging him toward the pool's edge.

"C'mon, Uncle Marc," she said.

"Okay-okay, Tess, I'm coming."

"I'm Trish," she replied and giggled. He groaned.

As they got to the edge of the pool where Tess was standing, Marc grabbed both girls' arms and jumped in, pulling them with him. Jackie could hear the squeals of laughter through the closed kitchen window. She smiled. Having Marc come to live with them was the right move. The twins were happy again, and that made her happy too.

Trish grabbed Marc from behind while Tess put her arms around his neck and hugged him. The effect of feeling Tess's breasts pressing against his chest as well as seeing them in their skimpy bikinis aroused him, and he started to get hard again. He tried to pry Tess's hands from around his neck, but she hung on tight. He was positive she could feel his erection through the thin material of his Speedos. She put her legs around his waist, pressing her pussy into the tip of his hard cock that sat upright against his stomach. She giggled as she wiggled her bottom at him.

Marc now had a raging erection, and the eleven-year-old was reveling in his discomfort. As hard as he tried, he couldn't shake Tess free—in fact, all the movement did was to excite him even more as his erection rubbed against her pussy.

"C'mon, Trish honey, let go of me."

"I'm Tess," she replied.

"Marc's got a stiffy," Tess told Trish.

He felt a small hand push its way between his and Tess's body and grasp his erection through his Speedos.

"Come on, Trish, you shouldn't be touching me down there," he pleaded. "Your mother's watching," he added cocking his head toward the kitchen window where he saw his sister smiling.

Even though he knew what the twins were doing was wrong, he was getting aroused and that concerned him. As he worked from home and there were eight weeks of school break ahead of him, the thought of being in the same house with two absolutely gorgeous eleven-year-old sexually aware twin girls terrified him. He even thought about telling his sister that he needed to move back to his place, but quickly dismissed the idea.

Finally, the girls gave in to his pleas, let go of him and got out of the pool. He just stood there, willing his erection to go away while the twins devilishly urged him to come on out and sit with them.


Chapter Five

Jackie looked at her brother standing there while her daughters called for him to come on out; she smiled. She knew he probably had an erection from the girls' physical contact with him. It reminded her of what happened last year. The twins were working on Mike by teasing him with flashes of their panties and bra-less hard nipples poking through their tops.

Mike had confided in her one night in bed after a very intense lovemaking session, that he was getting aroused when the girls flirted with him. He said that he never thought that looking at a ten-year-old girl's plain cotton panties could turn him on so much.

He told her, "I feel like I'm some dirty old man lusting after young girls."

"Don't blame yourself, Mike. It's perfectly normal," she told him.

"Normal! How can it be normal for a grown man to fantasize about looking at his naked ten-year-old daughters, or worst still imagining what it would be like to fondle them?"

"I don't think you stand much of a chance, Mike," she said.

"Why's that?" he asked.

"They're on a mission to get you into bed."

"They want to do WHAT?" he replied dumbfounded.

"They want to have sex with you."

"B-b-but, they're my daughters for God's sake," he replied. "And they're only ten—way too young to have sex."

"Oh, I think you're wrong on that one," she said.

"How come?"

"My Daddy took my virginity at the same age."

"Your father . . . your father raped you?"

"Heavens no, Mike. It was consensual. I wanted him to. It took me over a year to get him to do things with me—you know to watch him masturbate, give me orgasms. It was another three months before we had intercourse."

"You never told me before."

"The situation never arose, and it wasn't as if I was just going to come out and tell you. It was between Dad and me."

"But why now?"

"Because I wanted you to know that for a father to take his daughter's virginity is not what you think it is. I know society frowns on incest and if the daughter is not willing then it's rape, and I would never ever condone that sort of behavior. But my Dad was so gentle and loving and, those years we had sex were some of the best years of my childhood. The night he took my virginity was one of the best nights of my life. I'll never forget it as long as I live."

"I don't know, Jackie. This is all new to me. Did you put the twins up to it?"

"Heavens no, Mike! About three months ago I noticed the familiar patterns—heck I should since it was the same sort of stuff I did to attract Dad's attention. The seemingly innocent flashes of their panties; leaving their bras off and wearing too small tops to make their nipples visible underneath. You remember that time when Tess accidentally pulled Trish's bikini top off?" Jackie made the exclamation marks with her fingers as she said "accidentally."

"Yeah, I remember. It was the first time I saw Trish's tits. I knew she was developing and I'd seen her bras in the wash, but I was stunned at how large they were. So . . . it was no accident?"

"No, it wasn't. I saw them whispering a few minutes earlier. After a few months of watching them, when I was satisfied that what I was seeing was a pattern of behavior that I was familiar with, I sat them down one day and had a little discussion with them."

"What did they say?"

"At first they played the innocent game. When I told them that I had done the exact same thing with my Dad, they owned up. I asked them what they wanted you to do with them. They blushed a little and stayed quiet. I told them that I used to watch my Dad masturbate. That got a big response. They peppered me with questions—you know, how big was his cock, did he spurt much? I told them that I wasn't going to spoil it for them, that they would have to find out for themselves.

"They asked what else Grandpa and I did together. I told them that I knew the two of them pleasured each other with their fingers and their tongues. That brought more blushes. I don't think they knew I'd heard them. Then they asked the sixty-four-million-dollar question—did Grandpa and I have intercourse? You should have seen their faces, Mike. Of course, I got the usual questions—did it hurt, did I bleed? Those questions I did answer since I figured it was right that they should know what they were getting themselves into."

"Jeez, Jackie, all this talk is getting me hard again."

"Wow! You've never got hard again so soon after sex. This really turns you on huh?"

"Yeah! You wanna fuck again?"

"You betcha!"


Chapter Six

That evening at dinner, Jackie looked across the dining table at Marc. The twins had already eaten and were tucked up in bed. Marc wondered why Jackie kept looking at him and smiling as if she knew something he didn't. He finally had had enough.

He put his fork down on his plate. "Okay, Sis, what gives?" he asked.

"I was watching you with the twins in the pool this afternoon. You seemed to be having a hard time getting Tess to let go of your neck."

He blushed slightly. "She was like a Georgia deer tick. I couldn't pry her hands loose, and Trish wasn't helping either. What is it with those two?"

She simply smiled again.

"Jackie! if you've got something to say, then say it," he said, slightly peeved.

"You got an erection didn't you?"

"Jackie!" he responded indignantly.

"Marc. I know my girls better than you. I know what they were up to—trying to get you excited. And I think, judging by your desperate need to get Tess off of you, they succeeded."

"I must admit that I did have an erection. Are you mad at me for getting erections around your daughters?"

"Mad! Good heavens no! Hmm, you said erections . . . you know, plural. How many have you had before?"

"A couple," he said sheepishly. "B-b-but . . . I mean . . ," he said. As a writer, he had never been at a loss for words, but he was now. Did his sister just tell him she was not mad that he got sexually excited around her daughters? "But I mean they're your daughters. Aren't you upset that I got aroused when they got physical with me?"

"Marc, honey. You underestimate the resolve of young girls in puberty with raging hormones. I was the same at their age, but I had Dad in my sights, and now the twins have you in theirs."

"You had a crush on Dad?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Marc, you're four years older than me. You had your own circle of friends and didn't spend much time at home. I had a huge crush on Dad, and I'm sure I'm going to shock the crap out of you when I tell you that when I was ten Dad took my virginity."

"Oh come on, Jackie. You're telling me that our Dad raped you?"

"Goodness no! It was consensual. I did what the twins are doing now—trying to get you to do things with them."

"Jeez, Sis, Mike would be turning in his grave if he could hear you."

"Far from it, Marc. Mike was the target of their attention, and it took him a good two months to come around to the notion that sex with them was something that he was comfortable with."

"You mean to tell me that Mike was having sex with the twins?"

She teared up. "No, his life was cut short before he could."

Marc went around the table and put his arms around her. "It's okay, Jackie, let it out," he said, trying to comfort her.

"I'm sorry, Marc," she said wiping her eyes with her napkin. "I know it's been nine months, but I still miss him so much. I sometimes cry myself to sleep. I still can't get used to not having a man in bed, lying beside me."

"So . . . are you saying that it's okay to let the girls do what they want?"

"Well, you could make it interesting and initiate things."

"What do you mean, Jackie? Initiate things?"

"I'm not talking about sex or anything like that. That will be entirely up to them to initiate. But you could . . . you know grab their butts or squeeze their boobs when you wrestle with them or casually touch them when they snuggle up to you. It's just to let them know it's okay."


Chapter Seven

Later that night, Marc had gone to bed before Jackie. At around ten o'clock, he was in bed wearing just a pair of boxers and was slowly drifting off to sleep when he heard the door open. He could see Jackie by the dim light of the small bedside lamp that he liked to leave on in case he needed to get up during the night.

He could see that she was wearing a plain cotton nightshirt. She closed the door and came over and got under the covers next to him.

"Sorry, Marc. Did I wake you?" she whispered.

"No, I was just starting to nod off," he replied.

"You remember when we were kids, and I used to come and sleep with you if I was frightened about something?"

"Yeah, you seemed to get frightened by a lot of things back then."

"I did, didn't I? You were my big brother, and you always made me feel so loved and so safe." She paused for a minute as if she was thinking about what to say next. "I miss having a man next to me in bed," she said finally. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course you can, Sis."

She turned and pushed her bottom into him and pulled his hand around her waist. His head was inches from her shoulder and as he inhaled he smelled her perfume mixed with floral soap and another smell that he couldn't put his finger on. As he spooned her, the memory of watching her masturbate and calling out his name as she climaxed, caused the start of an erection. He didn't quite know what to do. Should he pull back, so his cock didn't push against her buttocks? That would only alert her to the fact that he was getting aroused. If he didn't pull back, then she would eventually feel his erection. She seemed to sense his dilemma; she took his hand and placed it over her left breast and pressed it.

The feel of his sister's firm, full breast filling the palm of his hand over the cotton of her nightshirt immediately brought him to a full erection. She further indicated what she wanted him to do by pushing her bottom against his cock. He was torn. On the one hand, he was horny as heck, holding a firm breast in his hand and having her push her buttocks against his cock. And on the other hand, this was his sister and sex with his sister would be incest.

His horniness won out.

He slipped his hand under her nightshirt and cupped her delicious, ample breast, full, soft yet firm, with her large nipple pressing into his palm. He continued to be amazed that a woman who had suckled twins still had such firm tits. She put her hand behind her back, between their bodies, and fished inside the opening of his boxers. She inhaled sharply as she found his erection.

"My, you're quite big, Marc," she remarked. "Why don't we get out of these clothes," she added, as she let go of his cock. She sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head. Next, she tugged her panties off and lay facing him. He had shucked his boxers, and she grasped his cock, feeling precum leaking. She coated her palm with it and proceeded to stroke his cock.

"You think this is right, Jackie?" he asked. "I mean I'm your brother."

"It feels so right to me, but I'll stop if you want me to," she replied.

"It's just . . . that I don't want to . . . What I'm trying to say, is that I don't want you to think of me as a substitute for Mike."

"Is that what you think, Marc?" she replied, a little indignant.

"I don't know, Sis. This is all so new to me you know. Moving in, the twins, now this."

"Marc, I've always had a crush on you. You were my big strong brother, and I love you dearly. I want to show you how much I love you if you let me," she said. She squeezed his cock to emphasize her point. "Still want me to go?"

"No, Sis I don't," he replied. "Now on your back since it's been almost a year since I've had sex."

She let go of his cock and rolled to her back. He leaned in and cupped her left breast while sucking on the large rubbery nipple of her right breast.

"God, Jackie. I can't believe how firm your breasts are after suckling twins. You've got very sexy tits."

"Thank you, Marc, I exercise a lot at the gym downstairs."

"I didn't know you had a gym."

"I bet you didn't know we have a wine cellar either or a home movie theater with double and special quad seats that Mike had made so we could have the girls between us," she replied as she resumed stroking and squeezing his cock.

He shuffled down between her legs and stared at her vulva. There was a long ruffle of dark-pink flesh—her quite large inner labia—squeezed between her plump outer labia, and, as she opened her legs wide, they parted like the wings of a butterfly exposing the bright, pink smooth inside. The dark opening to her vagina glistened with her creamy moisture that had started to ooze out and seep into the tight cleft where her buttocks were pushed together by the mattress.

The smell that he couldn't identify earlier came rushing at him. It was her sex—and the juices that coated the inside of her pussy. It was an earthy smell, slightly pungent with a hint of sweat, He was glad to see that her vulva was completely hairless and there was no stubble. Some of the women he had sex with, shaved their pussies and he found the stubble annoying. His sister had a Brazilian wax treatment that removed the hairs by their roots, so no stubble.

"I love how smooth your pussy is," he said. "I sometimes find hair on a woman's pussy off-putting."

"I hate shaving and having to put up with the stubble when the hairs started to grow back, so my trips to my cosmetologist are worthwhile."

She gasped as he inserted two fingers inside her vagina and curled them.

"Yes, Marc, right there, that's the spot," she murmured. "Oh, gawd you're good. You know how to please a girl."

As he continued to massage her G-spot, he sucked her prominent clitoris. Of all the women he had oral sex with, his sister had by far the largest clit: hard, pink, nestled in its cowl like a large pearl in its shell.

"You ready for me?" he asked.

"Gawd yes," she replied.

He sat on his heels and lifted her legs over his thighs, positioning the head of his cock against the very wet opening to her vagina. She didn't give him a chance to push—she curled her pussy, and he entered her. The feeling of his sister's pussy enveloping his cock in its soft velvet embrace was incredible.

"Gawd, Marc, I didn't know you were this big," she said. I know my pussy isn't as tight as it once was, but you've stretched me. I love that, baby."

She was indeed quite tight even though he didn't think he was larger than average. The feeling of his cock being massaged by her wet, silky sheath was incredible—made even more incredible by the fact that he was fucking his sister. He had always thought she was very sexy and growing up he always wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. Now he was finding out.

"Apparently your pussy is perfect for my cock," Marc said. "I have a feeling that this won't be an isolated incident."

Jackie giggled happily.

With her long slim legs draped over his shoulder, it gave him full access to her pussy. As he plunged into her, he hit the end of her vagina causing "uhs" of pleasure to escape her lips.

"God, that's what I've missed," she said. "A cock hitting the end of my pussy. I wish I could describe what that feels like."

He kept fucking her with long hard inward strokes, his loose ball sack slapping against her buttocks squeezed tight together by the bed, followed by gradual withdrawals.

"Yes baby, that feels sooo good. C'mon, Marc, fuck me harder!"

He started thrusting into her so hard it moved her up the bed. She countered by putting her legs around his waist and locking her ankles at the small of his back. Her hands against the padded headboard helped counter his hard thrusts. As he slammed into her, his pubes pressed hard against her engorged clit as he bottomed out inside her, causing shards of pleasure to stab her pussy. Her breasts felt full, and her pussy throbbed as she climbed toward her climax.

"Yes–yes–yes–yes!" she cried as her orgasm hit her. She pulled him deep inside her with her legs around his waist and her hands on his buttocks. He felt her body shake as her orgasm took hold. For a full minute, tremors coursed through her, legs and butt jerked until finally, her orgasm left her body, limp and liquid. Her legs and arms fell to the bed.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Gawd, Marc, you're good. I'm surprised some young thing hasn't snapped you up, you are such a great fuck."

"Never had the desire to lock myself to one woman," he replied.

She felt his cock twitch. "You wanna cum inside me or do you want me to bring you off with my mouth?"

"You on the pill?"

"Uh-huh. I never stopped taking it—guess it was a force of habit."

"Then inside you. Most of the women I've dated made me wear a condom. I'll take a rain check for a blowjob though."

"God, I hate condoms," Jackie said. "Although they do have their benefits—less mess. But the feeling of a man spurting his cum inside is such a big turn-on."

"I'm not gonna take long," he said, as he started to thrust into her again but this time not as hard. It was as if he was using her pussy to massage his cock he was so slow. After a minute he felt his ball sack draw up and a few moments later his cock swelled.

"Cumming, Sis," he cried as cum jetted into her vagina, splashing against her cervix.

"Oh yes," she cried, "give it to me."

Spurt after spurt of his teeming fluid flooded her pussy until he was empty. Done. He collapsed on top of her, and she put her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately. It wasn't the first time she had kissed her brother on his lips, but this was different since there was more passion and the sensation was amazing. It seemed as if kissing her brother was somehow illicit and that made it even more exciting.

"That's a lot of cum, Marc. I didn't think you were going to stop spurting."

"It's all your fault, Sis. I think you just blessed me with the best sex of my life."

"Oh, baby, that's wonderful to hear," she whispered in his ear "you can fuck me anytime you're in the mood."

She felt his cock start to soften and slip out of her.

"That's the only drawback to unprotected sex," she said, as she felt his cum start to leak out. She quickly grabbed her panties and put them back on.

She turned, and he spooned her back with his hand cupping her breast again.

"You'd better set your alarm for six, Marc, since the twins come to my bedroom when they wake up and I don't want them to come looking for me when they see an empty bed that hasn't been slept in."

Marc reached over and grabbed his iPhone and set its alarm. He snuggled back up to his sister's back and dropped into a deep post-orgasmic slumber.


Chapter Eight

Marc's iPhone warbled at six o'clock. He reached over and shut it off. Jackie stirred as he gently shook her shoulder.

"Mmmm, what time is it?" she murmured sleepily.

"Six," he replied.

She turned and grasped his morning erection. "This is something else I miss," she said as she moved down the bed. "Just time for a quickie," she added, as she took Marc's cock in her mouth and started to stroke and suck it.


Five minutes later, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Mmm, you taste good Marc," she said as she got out of bed and put her nightshirt back on. After kissing him, she went back to the master suite.

Half an hour later, Marc, now showered and dressed in a tee-shirt and cargo shorts descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen where Jackie was sitting at the island sipping a cup of freshly brewed Starbuck's coffee. He walked up to her and kissed her on the back of her neck.

"Last night and this morning were incredible," he said.

"Yes, they were, weren't they? No regrets?"

"None whatsoever," he replied as he kissed the back of her neck again and caressed her right tit through her night shirt.

"Coffee?" she offered.

"That's okay, I'll get it." Just then Trish walked in wearing a pink, calf-length cotton nightie. Marc could see the outline of her full-cut panties underneath.

"Morning Tess," he said.

"I'm Trish," she replied, followed by a fit of giggles.

"I'm going to take a Sharpie and write your name on your forehead," he said, frustrated.

"You have to catch me first," Trish replied.

He went to grab her, but she twisted away and ran into the great room. Marc ran after her and managed to catch her, and they fell onto the large sectional. He grabbed for her shoulder but instead got a small handful of her right breast. They lay there, Trish giggling and Marc gently squeezing a very petite breast in his hand. She made no effort to make him move it.

The feeling of holding a young girl's breast in his hand, even through the thin cotton of her nightshirt, was unbelievably sensual. As he moved his hand, he felt the small bead of her nipple harden. He was mesmerized. Then she broke his trance.

"Uncle Marc, can I have my boob back now?"

"Oh, I don't know, Tess—I mean Trish. Maybe I'll hang onto it for a little while longer—in fact I might just keep it."

That last comment brought on another fit of giggles.

Jackie watched the whole event and smiled. "He's finding out what a young girl's body feels like," she said under her breath.

Just then Tess came bounding in and saw Marc with his hand on her sister's breast.

"Mommy," she said, "Uncle Marc's got Trish's booby in his hand."

Marc let go of Trish and stood up, his erection tenting his shorts. He walked back to the kitchen with his back to the twins, adjusting his cock, so it wasn't so obvious.

"Was that okay, Jackie? Was it casual enough?" he said sotto voce.

"You did good, Marc. She has nice firm little tits, doesn't she?"

"How do you . . . ?" he started to say. "Never mind, I won't go there."

The twins sat at the kitchen island, Trish on Marc's right and Tess on his left.

"You wanna go rafting on the Lazy River today, Uncle Marc?" Tess asked between spoonfuls of Frosted Flakes.

Sorry, Trish," he replied. "I have to do some more work on the movie script. I've got a deadline."

"I'm Tess," Tess replied.

Trish snorted milk down her nose. "That means I'm Trish," she said after wiping the milk off her face with a paper napkin.

"I've got a bit of a surprise for, you girls," Marc said.

The girls waited to hear what it was. He paused for effect. Now the twins were getting annoyed.

"C'mon, Uncle, tell us," Trish said.

"Okay, next week, Jonny Rivera is coming to the house to look at my script for a possible role in the movie."

Both girls clapped their hands and jumped up and down with excitement.

"Who's Jonny Rivera?" Jackie asked.

"Mommm," Tess said. "He's the boy who plays the part of Cartwright on Home School—you know—the TV series."

Jackie's face showed no recognition of the actor's name or the TV series. The twins rolled their eyes.

"Can we take selfies with him?" Trish asked.

"I'm sure he'd be happy to do that," Marc replied.

"Can we invite all our friends 'round?" Tess asked.

"Sorry, girls, but this is a working session, and too many girls would distract him."

Their faces changed from excitement to resignation. "Alright," they intoned.


Chapter Nine

After putting the girls to bed, Marc and Jackie relaxed side by side on the patio. The underwater lights in the pool were on as well as those under the several waterfalls. The effect was stunning with colored lights refracted by the ripples on the surface as well as through the droplets thrown up by the waterfall splashing. Jackie put her hand out, and he grasped it.

"I can't tell you how much you've changed our lives, Marc. I don't know what we would have done without you. I love you, the twins absolutely adore you. It seems as if we've turned the corner at last."

He squeezed her hand. "I love you and the twins," he said. "I couldn't be any happier. I could never have conceived of something so loving and special."

She was quiet for a few moments. Then said, "Marc?"

"Yes, Sis."

"Can we talk about the twins?"

"You mean what we talked about yesterday?"

"That's right. Now you've had a chance to let what I told you to sink in, what do you think?"

"I don't know, Jackie . . . I mean sex with underage girls is very illegal and if anyone ever found out . . . well, I don't need to spell it out."

"You don't need to worry about that. Both Mike and I spelled out the dangers of loose lips. The girls are smart enough to understand actions and consequences."

"Hmm. You know if someone would have told me a month ago that I would be attracted to underage girls I would have probably smacked them. I mean, my idea of a guy who looks at young girls intending to having sex with them is an older man dressed in a raincoat and flashing his cock at girls in the park."

"I think you would be surprised at how many girls lose their virginity to their fathers or other close family members. When I was growing up, at least three of my friends had their cherries popped by a family member. Unfortunately, one girl got second thoughts afterward and accused her uncle of molesting her. Poor guy spent years in prison, his family disowned him, and he had to go on the sex offenders list."

"So how do you know how the twins would react. They might have second thoughts."

"I don't think so, Marc. That girl in question was a bit of a slut. She bragged about how her uncle had the hots for her. I think she looked on him as a conquest and when she finally got him to react to her flirting, she got cold feet. Even though we all knew that he didn't rape her, she still claimed their sex was non-consensual. It didn't matter anyway since an underage girl cannot consent to sex. He was charged with statutory rape and contributing to the delinquency of a minor. I felt really sorry for her uncle, he was a very nice man who got sucked into a sick girl's fantasy."

"So how would this work. Do I just have intercourse with each of them?"

"Heavens no, Marc. You never heard of foreplay?"

"Do you really have to ask?" He gave her a sexy smile and reached across to fondle a tit.

"So, do you think that the twins deserve foreplay?" she said, ignoring his question,

He groaned. "Okay, Sis, point taken."

"The biggest problem is making sure that there is no jealousy between them. They will both want to be the first to be invited into your bed."

"Well, I could invite them both in."

"You want to start having sex with both girls at the same time?"

"Well, I think that I could handle some heavy petting with both at the same time."

"Hmmmm. That's a great idea. If you can bring both to an orgasm at the same time, that would alleviate any jealousy."

"Jeez Sis, I can't believe we're having this conversation."

"Neither could Mike. I'm feeling horny. You wanna fool around? "

"You bet," he replied.


Chapter Ten

That night, Marc got into Jackie's California king bed. Five minutes later she opened the bathroom door, and, for a brief moment before she shut off the bathroom light, Marc could see her body silhouetted. The two finger gap at the top of her slim thighs and her large inner labia were so sexy. Most thirty-two-year-old women would have put on weight and gravity would have taken a toll on their breasts by now.

"I saw you looking at me," she said after she got into bed.

"I can't help it, Sis. You've got a very sexy body, and I'm amazed at what shape you're in after giving birth to twins. You're gorgeous!"

"Thank you, Marc. I have a personal fitness trainer come in three times a week, and he said the same thing. I put it down to genes. As you know, Mom's in great shape for a sixty-year-old woman. Dad's no portly old gent either."

"Can I ask when was the last time you and Dad had sex?"

"Yes. It was a month before Mike, and I got married. Funny as it might seem, it didn't feel like I was cheating on Mike while we were engaged, but I knew that after we got married, I would feel that way."

"So . . . you and Dad continued having sex after you started dating Mike?"

"That's right."

"But what I don't understand is, why the need to have sex with both men?"

"I don't expect you to understand, Marc, but they were two totally different experiences and each man satisfied me in different ways. And, that overlap in time was like a transition from girl to woman for me."

"So, neither Mike nor Mom knew about this?"

"Mike never did, but I have a feeling that maybe Mom knew something was going on, but she never said anything. I think she was just happy that their own sex life was healthy."

"Wow! And to think I never had any idea."

"There was no reason you would have."

Marc thought for a few moments. "You want to go on top tonight, Sis?"

"Love to," she replied.

Marc lay on his back, and Jackie mounted him, knees to his sides, pussy sitting on his erection. He looked at the incredibly erotic sight of his sister's plump labia pooched to each side of his shaft, light-brown inner lips hugging it, large clitoris kissing its frenulum.

"God you are so sexy," he remarked. "I love your full pussy lips; it's like they're kissing my cock."

"They are, baby." She smiled and lifted; taking his cock between her thumb and forefinger, she guided its tip to the opening of her vagina. She let it stay there while she slowly moved in a circular motion, caressing the tip of his cock with her inner pussy lips.

"Gawd, Jackie, that feels so damn good. And your tits are a fucking miracle!"

She giggled happily.

He reached up and put his hands on her firm, full breasts and squeezed gently, feeling her large nipples start to firm up in his palms. She kept up the massage of the end of his cock for a minute or more, then finally lowered herself down onto his throbbing member until their pubes met. She leaned forward a little and put her hands on his chest. As she scrubbed forward and back, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the incredible feeling of having her brother's large cock buried inside of her; stretching her as Mike never did after she'd had the twins; filling her up; bumping her cervix.

Marc watched as Jackie brought herself to a climax using his cock to masturbate. She moaned loudly and dropped to his chest and put her arms around his neck. He could feel her heart beating fast in her chest, and hot puffs of breath on his neck as her orgasm consumed her. She lay on top of him as he held her, each hand holding a firm, rounded, very sexy buttock. She rose back up and smiled at him.

"Orgasms with you are so different than the ones I had with Mike—or Dad. I can't explain it—they just are. It's not that one is better than the other. They are all incredibly satisfying."

"I must admit, sex with the other women I've dated was so much different to sex with you—just a little better than jacking off. With you it is amazingly satisfying. Maybe it's because we love each other in a non-romantic way. Maybe because what we're doing is frowned upon by society. Or maybe it's because you're my sister and we've known each other forever."

"You might have nailed it right there," she said. "That, and a very strong mutual attraction."

"I love you, Jackie." He smiled up at her.

"As a sister or as a woman?"


"Wow!" Was all she could say smiling radiantly.

She climbed off of him. "Ready for your woman to give you a blow job?"

"Am I ever," he replied.

She lay beside him, lifted his cock covered in her creamy juices and lowered her mouth over it. He groaned as she took all of it in until her nose touched his pubes. She kept it there for a full thirty seconds while she breathed through her nose. As she pulled off his cock, she gasped, and thin tendrils of saliva stretched from the head to her lips. She looked at him with a devilish grin on her face.

"Good lord, Sis. That was amazing."

"You've never been deep-throated before?"

"Never. Now I know why men like it so much. The feeling on the head of my cock as it went down your throat was incredible."

She continued sucking the head and rubbing the shaft, all the time looking at him with her beautiful green eyes. He felt his orgasm rising up, spreading warmth throughout his groin. His loose scrotum drew up into a single, tight sac. A few minutes later he felt his cock swell and throb. She didn't pull off, and the notion that he was about to cum in his sister's mouth made his orgasm even more intense.

Jackie felt her brother's cock swell and throb and a few seconds later her mouth filled with his cum. She quickly swallowed as he continued to pump more of his teeming fluid into her mouth and down her throat. She saved the last of his spurts, and when he finally opened his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of his sister's open mouth, her tongue coated in his pearly-white cum.

She swallowed and smiled.

"Oh my God, Jackie!" he said.

"Mike liked me to do that as well."

"That is so erotic. No wonder all the porn stars do it."

She snuggled up against his side with a leg over his, holding his now deflated cock. She kissed his lips and closed her eyes and quickly drifted into the arms of Morpheus.


Chapter Eleven

Trish came downstairs as the daylight was starting to make its presence known. She was ordinarily awake before her sister and liked to go to her mother's bedroom and snuggle with her until her sister joined them. It was in that very room four years ago, when she was eight years old, that her mother taught her and her sister all about masturbation and orgasms. Her father had been away on business for a few days. Trisha had awakened at dawn as usual, and as she approached her parent's bedroom door, she heard a noise coming from inside.

Quietly, she peered around the door and saw her mother lying on the bed; the covers had been kicked down, and her mother was on her back, naked with her hand between her legs. She stood there mesmerized at the sight of her mother masturbating—although she had no idea at the time what her mother was doing. Tess joined her, and they both stood and watched.

"What's Mommy doing?" Tess whispered.

"I don't know," Trish replied.

After a few minutes, they saw their mother cry out and arch her back as she climaxed. Concerned that their mother was somehow in pain they walked into the room and up to the bed. Trish touched her mother's arm.

"Are you okay, Mommy?" she asked.

Jackie, now calming down from her orgasm jumped as Trish touched her arm.

"Oh! I'm fine, honey. Mommy was just masturbating."

"What's that?" Tess asked.

"Well, I guess it's time for a little sex-ed," Jackie said. "Okay, girls, take your panties and nighties off and come and sit on the bed."

The twins hoisted their nighties over their heads and tugged their full-cut white cotton panties down; they sat either side of their mother's legs facing her.

"Okay girls, open your legs wide," Jackie instructed.

Both girls bent their knees and opened their legs wide until the soles of their feet touched, spreading their small vulvas.

Jackie opened her own legs and parted her plump labia with her fingers. She touched her clit.

"This is your clitoris otherwise just called a clit. If you rub it and press it, it will make you feel nice and warm and tingly."

Jackie watched as each girl parted their labia; Jackie smiled as she saw the inside each of her daughter's pussies, bright pink, smooth, and moist. She could see the small red openings to their vaginas just above their buttocks pressed tightly together by the bed. At the top of their slits, their clits were hidden inside their cowls.

"I don't see it, Mommy," Trish said.

"Me neither," said Tess.

"Girls, you see that little ruffle of flesh at the top of your slit, your clit is hidden inside there. Just start pressing it, and your clit will come out to play."

She watched as each girl started to rub her clitoral hood. Each girl's eyes lit up in turn as first Trish, and then Tess got the nice warm tingly feeling.

"Feels like I need to pee," Trish said.

"Me too," Tess chimed in. It always amazed Jackie that Trish was always a few steps ahead of her sister in anything they did or said. She put it down to the fact that Trish was delivered first. She watched as the girls masturbated, slowly rubbing their little clits. She wanted to cum again but didn't want to miss out on watching her daughters give themselves their first orgasm.

The sight was almost comical with frowns of concentration, clenched teeth one minute, a small tongue out of the corner of a mouth another. Both girls were furiously rubbing their tiny clits, and Jackie was worried they'd make themselves sore.

"Girls, put your finger in your mouth to get it wet, so you don't make yourselves sore."

Each put her finger into her mouth and went back to masturbating. Trish was first to climax, which didn't surprise Jackie. She mewled like a kitten and snorted as she inhaled sharply, dropping back onto the bed with her hand still between her legs. Jackie watched as her small frame shook as her orgasm grabbed hold of her. Tess was close behind, but her orgasm was a little louder as befit her personality. She cried out.

Aaaggh!" she cried as she too dropped back onto the bed still holding her pussy.

Jackie couldn't wait for another second and started diddling her own clit. Through her partly closed eyes she saw her two daughters watching her as she plunged two fingers of her left hand in and out of her wet vagina while rubbing and pressing her clit with the forefinger of her other hand.

Her second orgasm was more intense because her daughters were watching. She inhaled sharply as she climaxed and clamped her hands with her thighs.

"Ngh–ngh–ngh–ngh–ngh!" she cried as her orgasm slammed into her. She too dropped back onto the bed as her body shook uncontrollably. When she finally calmed, she felt small hands fondling her full breasts and soft lips sucking on her hard nipples. She opened her eyes; Trish was on her left and Tess on her right, and their hands were gently squeezing each breast, and their mouths were sucking her nipples. It reminded her of the time when they were babies and would hold her breasts in their tiny hands while they suckled.

"This is nice," Jackie said. "You girls used to do this when I was nursing you. How were your orgasms?"

"Cool!," Trish replied. "I didn't know I could make myself feel so good!"

"I didn't either," Tess said. "Do you do it a lot Mommy?" she added.

"Only when I don't have Daddy here to make me feel good."


As Trish slowly opened the door to her mother's bedroom and peered in, she caught sight of her Uncle Marc asleep next to her mother who was also still asleep. She ran back upstairs and into her sister's bedroom. She shook Tess.

"Wake up, Tess, wake up," she said.

Tess opened her eyes, yawned and stretched the sleep out of her body. "What is it, Trish?" she asked, through another yawn.

"Uncle Marc's in Mom's bed!"

That bit of news woke Tess up fully. She got out of bed and padded downstairs after her sister. They both crept in and stood by the bed. Marc was on his back, and Jackie had her leg over his and her hand on his chest. They were both naked, and the twins saw the outline of his erection under the sheet. Trish carefully lifted the edge of the sheet, and they both peeked underneath. There lying flat against his stomach, they saw his penis. Both girls had seen their father's erect penis before, but Marc's was obviously bigger.

Just then he stirred. As he opened his eyes, he was startled to see both twins standing there looking at him. He smiled.

Trish was first to speak. She said, "Morning, Uncle Marc,"

"Well good morning, Tess," he replied.

"I'm Trish," she corrected giggling.

He groaned.

Jackie lifted her head and saw Trish and Tess standing there. "Morning, sweeties," she said.

"What's Uncle Marc doing in your bed, Mommy?" Trish asked.

"He spent the night with me," Jackie replied. She tried to keep the conversation normal as if having the twins' uncle in bed with her was an everyday occurrence.

"Did the two of you have sex?" Trish asked matter-of-factly.

"Now, Trish, that's not a thing you should be asking. We've talked about what is okay to talk about and what is private."

"Sorry, Mommy," she said.

"Okay, girls, now go back to your rooms while Mommy and Uncle Marc get dressed."

The twins turned and left. Jackie heard them run upstairs.

"Sorry, Jackie, it was my fault. I got up in the night for a drink from the fridge and forgot to shut the door."

"That's okay, Marc. They had to find out sooner or later. It's a good job you woke first since I intended to give you another blow job this morning. Now that would have gone down well wouldn't it? If both of them had walked in on us they would have seen me with your cock in my mouth."

He chuckled. "Yeah, not a sight any eleven-year-old girl should see. But knowing Trish and Tess, I'm sure they would have just stood there and watched and bombarded us with questions afterward."

"You ready to have the girls sleep with you tonight?"

"I think I am. I still can't get my mind wrapped around having sex with two eleven-year-olds."

"Trust me, Marc, you'll get used to it, and I'm sure you're going to love it. Just take it slow with them—no need to do everything the first time."

Chapter Twelve

Marc saw Jackie in quiet conversation with the twins shortly before eight o'clock. The girls kept looking over at him as their mother talked; they both had serious expressions on their faces. Jackie had told him that she was going to have a talk with them to set some ground rules for the night. Marc thought that she must have just told them that they would be sleeping with him that night as their faces lit up with big smiles. When Jackie was finished, Marc saw the twins whispering to each other as they looked at him.

At eight o'clock, Marc kissed Jackie goodnight and headed for the master suite since she was sleeping in his bed. The California king bed in the master bedroom would give him more room. He showered and climbed into bed. Five minutes later, the bedroom door opened and Jackie ushered the twins into the room and left. The girls stood there holding hands. They both wore identical pink nighties and matching pink, bikini-cut cotton panties.

He pulled the sheet back and patted the bed. "C'mon girls, sit up here," he said.

They walked over and got on either side of him, all the while staring at his erection lying flat against his stomach. He turned to Trish who was sitting cross-legged on his left.

"You want to touch it Tess?" he asked.

"I'm Trish," she said. Tess giggled.

Trish reached out gingerly and touched the head of Marc's cock with the tip of her finger, then quickly pulled it back as if it was a snake about to bite her.

"You can hold it, Trish, it won't bite," he said.

She reached out again and this time put her hand around the shaft. He noted that she could barely touch her thumb to her finger. He suddenly wondered if he would be able to penetrate an eleven-year-old's vagina with his adult cock. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind since intercourse was probably at least a year away.

Trish was really into a full examination now as Tess looked on. She lifted it up, feeling its weight; she pulled the foreskin back revealing the head with its purple rim. A small drop of precum appeared from the pee hole. Tess, not wanting to be left out rubbed her forefinger over it and touched her thumb to the tip of her finger, then parted seeing the thin string of sticky liquid between.

"What's this, Marc?" she asked. It was apparent that the girls hadn't had sex-ed at school. Jackie told him that she had talked to the twins about the basics and had answered all of their questions. It seemed as if precum wasn't on the curriculum.

"It's called pre-cum, and it's a lubricant to make my cock slippery so it'll slide into a woman's vagina more easily."

"Does it make babies?" Trish asked.

"No, honey, a man's semen or cum, as it's commonly called, makes babies."

"How do you make semen?" Trish asked.

"Well, semen is made in a man's prostate gland. When a man's cock is inside a woman's pussy and he moves it back and forth, cum spurts out of the end when he has an orgasm. You know what an orgasm is don't you?"

"Uh-huh," they both chorused.

"Mommy showed us when we were eight," Tess said.

"We masturbate," Trish added proudly.

"Well when I masturbate, I spurt cum as well."

"Can we see it?" Trish asked.

"Well, although I'm excited at having two beautiful young women on my bed, you could get me even more excited by taking your nighties and panties off."

The twins wasted no time. Both girls hoisted their nighties over their heads, stood up and pulled their panties down. It seemed like they were in a race to see who could get naked first—Tess won. He stared at both of their bodies.

"My, my, my," he said. "Two perfect sexy angels with beautiful bodies."

They both blushed a little and giggled nervously.

He had read that as identical twins get older, their bodies tend to differ depending on each's lifestyle. But right now, they were identical. Each girl's breasts were cone-shaped and stuck straight out from her chest, with small lump-like areolas and small beaded nipples at their peaks. As each sat cross-legged, their tight slits, with the small ridges of their clitoral sheaths poking out, merged with the cleft where their buttocks were pressed together. The sight of their plump vulvas between slim thighs like ripe peaches caused Marc's hard cock to twitch.

"I saw that," Trish said.

"Did you make it move?" Tess asked.

"I can, but I didn't just then. It was looking at your gorgeous pussies that caused it."

"You going to masturbate, Uncle Marc?"

"Is that something you want to see?"

"Yes please," they chorused.

"Go and get a washcloth from the bathroom," Marc said.

"I'll get it," Tess said, as she jumped off the bed. She came back a few moments later and handed Marc the washcloth.

He placed it on his stomach and proceeded to masturbate. He knew with two naked eleven-year-old-girls watching, it wouldn't be long before he climaxed. The twins watched with fascination as he stroked his cock with his fist, drawing the foreskin back on each stroke, occasionally rubbing his palm over the head, gathering precum.

"Can I do it?" Trish asked. Marc knew he had to try to hold back since he was so aroused already, and didn't want to cum too soon.

"Okay, honey," he said as he let go of his cock that slapped back against his stomach. That brought on a fit of giggling. Trish grasped the shaft and lifted it up and started to move her hand up and down.

She was doing it too fast, and he could feel his climax stirring. "Not so fast, honey," he said. "Take it easy, no need to rush things.

She slowed down, but the sight of a naked eleven-year-old girl's hand around his cock was incredibly arousing.

"I wanna do it too," Tess said.

Trish didn't want to stop. Marc chided her gently, "Come on Trish, let your sister do it too."

"Okaayyy," she said and let go of his cock, giggling as it slapped against his stomach.

Tess grasped it and mimicked what her sister had done. After a minute he felt he was about to explode. He gently moved Tess's hand away and started to stroke his cock. Marc was in an extremely heightened state of arousal, watching two naked girls with their tits and pussies on display, watching him masturbate. He was in heaven. He felt his ball sack draw up and the nice warm feeling spread throughout his groin.

"Oh God!" he cried. He felt his cock swell as cum spurted up a good two feet in the air before dropping onto the washcloth. Both girls had the hands over open mouths as they watched thick ropes of pearly-white cum spurt from his cock. He had never cum as hard or as much as he did at that moment.

Finally, he was done, and, as he squeezed the last of his cum out the end of his cock, Tess surprised the heck out of him as she scooped it off the end of his cock. She brought it to her nose and sniffed. Her wrinkled nose said she didn't much care for its smell, but she tasted it anyway. Her screwed up expression told Marc she didn't like the taste either.

Not to be outdone by her sister, Trish took some on her finger, and, without even sniffing it, tasted it with the tip of her tongue. She didn't make a face either, so apparently, she was okay with the smell. After she had licked the rest of it off her finger, she seemed okay with its taste unlike her sister.

"So, girls, what did you think?"

"Wow!" Was all Trish could muster. Tess still couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.

"Amazing," she said. "That was a lot of cum," she added as she looked at the large pool of semen in the washcloth that was slowly being absorbed. Marc got off the bed and took the washcloth into the bathroom and dropped it in one of the sinks. Back in the bedroom, the twins were lying on their backs with their heads on pillows against the headboard. Marc marveled at their breasts that stood straight up. He noticed that their areolas had darkened and stippled—they were aroused, that was obvious. Marc too, was aroused as his cock was beginning to harden again.

"Okay, girls, move apart and let me get between the two of you gorgeous babes."

Giggling, they shuffled over giving him room to kneel between their young bodies, facing toward them. He started rubbing their nipples—his left hand on Trish's left breast and his right on Tess's right breast. He rubbed his fingers in a circle around each areola and the touched each nipple feeling them get hard. As he leaned over each girl in turn and sucked on her breasts, they both started moaning softly.

"I love your titties, Trish," he said.

"I'm Tess," Tess replied but no giggling this time as she was enjoying the feel of his lips on her nipples.

"And I love yours too," he said to Trish.

As Marc was sucking each girl's breasts, his hands moved down across their slightly rounded tummies and touched their prominent mons. Both girls gasped in unison and automatically opened their legs to him. He cupped each of their small pussies and slipped a middle finger into their very plump virgin labia. He was already fully hard again as he felt each girl's soft, plump pussy lips hugging his fingers.

Marc sat back up and concentrated on massaging their plump pussies. As his fingers slipped lower, he felt their wetness. Lower still he heard two sharp intakes of breath as he touched the openings to their vaginas. He gently inserted the very tip of his finger into each girl's vagina, searching for a hymen. When he found none, he pushed a little further inside up to the first knuckle.

Both girls were breathing heavily now as he gently moved his fingers further up to the second knuckle. He heard loud moans as he curled his finger and rubbed the inside front of each vagina. He didn't know if eleven-year-old girls had G-spots, but they were certainly getting very aroused. He felt a small hand grasp the shaft of his now fully erect cock—it was Tess—well he thought it was Tess, but he wasn't really sure if they had changed places while he was in the bathroom. He was reasonably sure it was Tess though as she seemed to be the more adventurous one.

As he continued to finger fuck their vaginas, he started to rub and press their clits with the pads of his thumbs. He wanted to make them cum with his tongue, but Jackie had been adamant that he should treat each the same and not let one of them get ahead of the other. He could see their legs and bottoms jerking as they neared their climaxes. He was rubbing their clits furiously as they climaxed simultaneously.

Both arched their backs and balled their fists on their tummies as their orgasm coursed through their young bodies. He felt their pussies spasm, clenching then releasing their grasp on his fingers. The first time a man had made them climax, and he knew it wasn't going to be the last. He watched as they shook and trembled. It was as if they were connected together as they moved at the same pace. Finally, they started to calm, and he went to withdraw his fingers from their pussies, but hands grabbed his, keeping his fingers inside their tight, wet virgin holes. They both opened their eyes and the look they gave him melted his heart it was so loving.

Trish was the first to speak. "That was incredible," she said.

"I'm glad you liked it, Trish," he replied. "That's just a small taste of what's to come,"

"I'm Tess," she said, bringing on another round of giggles. Then he noticed something for the first time. A very tiny mole on the left side of Trish's nose. He looked at Tess's nose and noted that she didn't have one. Hmm, not identical after all. He kept it to himself and decided to keep playing their little game.

The girls finally let him withdraw his finger, and he turned around and lay between them. They snuggled up to him, both throwing a leg over his and a finger playing with each of his nipples. The sensation of hugging two sexy young girls was incredible. They all settled into a profoundly relaxing sleep.


Chapter Thirteen

Marc awoke the next morning to an incredibly erotic sight. The twins had been awake for a while and were taking great delight in taking turns holding his morning erection. The sight of the two girls who, the night before, he had given orgasms to, fondling his morning erection was extremely erotic. They were whispering to each other as they thought he was still asleep. They knew about morning erections as they had seen their father's when they went to their parents' bedroom one morning. Their mother had explained all about erections while a man was still asleep.

They finally decided to each use one hand on his shaft to stroke his cock. At first, they were a little uncoordinated, stroking in opposite directions. When they started rubbing in the same direction Marc was starting to get very aroused. Soon, his butt and legs were jerking as his climax neared. He thought that maybe he should warn them. He decided not to as this was all part of their education.

The twins felt his cock swell under their hands, and the first thick rope of cum spurted up in the air and landed back on their hands and wrists. Trish let go of his cock, but adventurous Tess didn't; she kept stroking it as the rest of his cum spurted out onto his stomach. When he was through, he watched in awe as Trish licked his cum off her hand.

She whispered to Tess, "Tastes okay."

"I didn't like it last night," Tess replied.

"Why not, Trish?" Marc asked. He knew it was Tess because of the lack of a small mole.

"I'm Tess," she said. Trish giggled. "It tasted icky."

"I guess you're not identical in your tastes then."

"I like Froot Loops," Tess said, "but Trish doesn't."

"Yeah, and you don't like yogurt, but I do," Trish added.

"Okay girls, enough. If you'll excuse me, I have to go and shower."

He got off the bed and went into the bathroom where he turned the shower on. He was soaping up as the door opened and the twins got in with him. After getting themselves wet, Marc turned the water off, and the twins proceeded to wash him. The feeling of having two pairs of hands all over his body was incredibly erotic, and he soon sported another erection which elicited happy giggles from both girls.

They ignored washing the rest of his body and concentrated on washing his cock, pulling back the foreskin and soaping the head. Ever adventurous Trish found cleaning his ball sack somewhat humorous, moving his testicles back and forth. After he had washed both girls, making sure he washed thoroughly between their legs, he turned the water back on, and they rinsed off.


Jackie was in the kitchen sipping a mug of coffee when Marc came in. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered, "Good morning, lover." He took the cup of coffee she handed him and began to tell her all about last night and this morning.

"Trish is usually the first to do anything, but Tess has always been the more adventurous one," Jackie said. "So it came as no surprise that Trish ate your cumwhich, as you know, I love to do. I find it very interesting raising identical twins and watching each one develop their own personality, their likes, and dislikes."

Just then the twins, now dressed, came bounding in and hugged their mother.

"So how was last night?" Jackie asked them.

Both blushed a little as they looked at Marc. Trish was the first to answer.

"It was fun, Mommy." Was all she said.

"I tasted Uncle Marc's cum, Mommy," Trish said, trying to outdo her sister.

"I didn't like it," Tess chimed in.

"Okay, girls that's enough," Jackie admonished. "This is not a competition okay."

"Sorry, Mommy," the twins chorused. They scampered off to get something to eat.

"Well, brother!"

"Well what, sister?"

"How was sex with twin eleven-year-olds?"

"Absolutely amazing. As you know, I've never been short of sexual partners, but the twins are beyond anything I've ever experienced. Maybe it's their age, their youth; or maybe because it's illicit. Or . . . maybe it's just because I love them."

A tear formed in the corner of Jackie's eyes. "Sorry," she said. "It's just that I wanted Mike to experience it."

"I know you did, Sis." He said as he put his arm around her and kissed her cheek.

She wiped her eyes. "I think the girls are ready for the next step. You up to it?"

"You betcha. What did you have in mind?"

"What do you think about anal sex? The girls saw it on a porn website and asked me all about it."

"You think I could penetrate their butts? I mean they are only eleven-years-old after all."

"I think you'll find it easier than you think. Just use lots of K-Y gel and take it slow."

"But who will go first? I don't want any jealousy."

"I've had a little talk with them, and Trish isn't really keen on the idea of having something put something in her rear end. So it'll be just Tess."


"Yes. I asked Trish if she wanted to be there too. But she said she didn't and asked if she could have sex with me instead. Of course, I said yes."

"Okay. When?"

"How about Saturday night?" she suggested. "I'll make sure Tess uses the bidet to get nice and clean.

"Suits me," he replied.


Chapter Fourteen

Saturday was a fun day for Marc and the twins. They were out in the pool most of the day, enjoying rafting around the hundred-foot-long Lazy River that started at the left end of the main pool, wended its way around the back and re-entered the pool under the waterfall. High capacity centrifugal pumps provided water movement that carried the inflatable rafts along at a lazy rate of two miles per hour.

At three o'clock, Tess came over to where Marc was standing in chest-deep water in the grotto. Trish was too busy on the river raft to notice them. She put her arms around his neck and hoisted herself up, locking her ankles at his back.

"Mommy told me that we're going to have anal sex tonight."

Tess's words, and the matter-of-fact way she said it as if an eleven-year-old had had anal sex before caused his cock to get hard and press into her tummy.

"Yes, sweetheart. "You okay about that?"

"Uh-huh. Mommy said it wouldn't hurt as much as it might when we have intercourse."

She dropped off of him, pulled her bikini bottoms down and climbed back onto him with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. As she curled her pussy, it caused it to push into his hard erection sitting upright against his stomach. He removed one hand off her bare bottom and eased his Speedos down a little, so Tess's bare pussy pressed against the naked tip of his erection.

She curled a little, rubbing her pussy against his cock. "Hmm," she murmured, "this feels nice."

She held him tight around his neck as she used his erect cock to masturbate. She locked her mouth to his. The sensation of having Tess's labia, spread to embrace his cock while she kissed him was incredible. The tip of his cock was barely an inch away from the opening to her vagina. Slowly she masturbated. He felt hot puffs of breath on his neck as she continued to rub her pussy along the shaft of his cock. Marc was not far off cumming as this eleven-year-old used his cock to bring herself to a climax.

"Yes, feels very good," she murmured.

He felt her buttocks start to jerk as she climaxed.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh," she murmured, as her orgasm washed over her.

He held her small, firm buttocks in his hands, until she finally calmed. But Marc was on fire, and he felt his cock swell as he spurted cum between their bodies. She felt the warm liquid coat her tummy, spurt after spurt. She finally let go of him and watched the long tendrils of his semen float away and get sucked into a nearby scupper.

"That was very nice," she smiled. "Don't tell Trish what we just did 'cause it'll make her jealous."

"Okay honey," Marc said, "it'll be our little secret. As long as we can do it whenever we're in the pool!"


Saturday night came around much too slowly for Marc's liking. He'd had anal sex with a few women, but anal sex with an eleven-year-old was a huge turn-on for him. The thought of penetrating her ass was on his mind the whole week leading up to Saturday and was the cause of multiple erections. Then the incident with her in the pool that afternoon when she used his cock to masturbate was incredibly erotic.

Marc was lying in bed at nine-thirty when the door opened, and Tess appeared wearing a long sky-blue nightie. She closed the door behind her and ran over and jumped on the bed beside him. He put his arm around her and pulled her to him and kissed her lips. She was a cacophony of smells—floral soap on her skin, rose hip shampoo in her hair and minty toothpaste on her lips.

"Wow, Tess! You smell really nice," he told her.

"Mommy said I should be clean enough to eat," she replied proudly. "She even showed me how to use the bidet in her bathroom to get my bottom clean."

"Take your nightie off sweetie."

She lifted the hem of her nightdress up and over her head and pulled her hands out of the armholes and threw it on the floor. She was wearing a pair of white, bikini-cut cotton panties that were covered with tiny red hearts. As she lay beside him, he put his arm around her and started to kiss her neck and shoulders and then her breasts, taking each nipple in between his lips and sucking it. She moaned as he swirled his tongue around her areola, that were slightly puffy. Her nipples were hard like little red beads.

"I love your titties, Tess, they're so beautiful; I love to suck your nipples."

As he kissed Tess's lips, her mouth opened and he felt her tongue press against his lips. He opened his mouth and tilted his head as her little tongue played with his. It was the most erotic French kiss he had ever experienced.

As they kissed, Marc moved his hand off her petite breast, and slipped it down across her slightly rounded tummy and cupped her plump vulva inside her cotton panties, causing a loud gasp to escape her lips.

"And I adore your pussy; it's so smooth and plump."

He heard a sharp intake of breath as his finger moved aside her plump labia and found the small moist entrance to her vagina. He wondered if Jackie had ever performed oral sex on her daughters. He hoped she hadn't as he wanted to be the first with Tess. Shuffling down the bed, he tugged her panties down; she lifted her butt so he could pull them off. He parted her legs causing her vulva to open like a flower with is still-developing inner labia and the dark red opening to her vagina.

As he put his whole mouth over her pussy and kissed it, she purred like a kitten.

"Mmm, that feels nice," she said. "Mommy likes to do that."

"Mmm, so I'm not the first," he said sotto voce. He started sucking and licking her small button.

"So, your Mommy kisses your pussy?"

"Yes, Trish does too, and I do it to them."

Marc had an idea. He pushed his finger inside her up to the second knuckle, causing another gasp to escape her lips. She was snug, but he felt she could take more, so he inserted a second finger, causing more gasps.

"Ooo, that feels really good," she murmured.

A third finger joined the other two, and now she was stretched. He could feel her clenching her vagina.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked.

"No, you're stretching me, but it doesn't hurt. Feels kinda nice really. Is this what it'll feel like when you put your cock inside me?"

"Kinda," he replied.

"I think I'm ready now," she said with a little hesitation in her voice.

"Okay, babe. Why don't you lay on your tummy."

Tess did as he told her and he slipped a pillow beneath her, lifting her butt up. He parted her legs, and the light brown rosette of her anus opened up to him. He lay down and pushed his tongue against her opening.

"Gawd, that feels different," she said.

His saliva made her anus wet and slippery, but she needed more lubrication. He grabbed the tube of K-Y gel off the nightstand and squeezed a generous dollop onto the head of his cock and his finger. As she pushed his lubed finger into her ass, she inhaled sharply.

"That's cold," she said.

He positioned himself behind her and grasped the shaft of his cock and place its head at her anus.

"You ready, Tess?"

"Uh-huh," she replied—still hesitant.

"You know you can stop me at any moment don't you?"

"Uh-huh. Go ahead Uncle Marc, put it inside my bottom."

That comment inflamed his passion, but he calmed himself as he promised her mother that he would be gentle with her. He slowly applied downward pressure with two fingers on the head of his cock. Slowly—oh so slowly her anus dilated and admitted the head followed by a few inches of his shaft.

"Gawd, that feels different," she said.


"Uh-huh. But it's like I gotta poop but not, if you know what I mean."

"I'm gonna push in more now okay?"

"Uh-huh, go ahead."

With the help of the gel, he slowly pushed all of the way inside her until his ball sack bumped against her pussy.

"Wow, that feels good," she said as she wiggled her butt.

Then she said something out of the blue. "I love you very much, Uncle Marc."

"I love you very much too, sweetheart."

"I'm glad you came to live with us."

"I am too honey."

Slowly, ever so slowly, Marc fucked eleven-year-old Tess in her butt. His hands held her narrow hips, his cock appeared large buried in her ass between her small buttocks. As she got used to having a cock inside her ass, he sped up a little. He reached under to stimulate her clit, but she had beaten him to it. As Tess masturbated, Marc fucked her in her ass. She was tight, and the notion that he had his cock inside an eleven-year-old girl's ass was driving him closer to his climax. He wanted Tess to climax first though, so he slowed down. Then a few moments later, he felt Tess's legs begin to jerk, then she let out a little grunt as she orgasmed. Marc was moments behind as he felt his cock swell and semen spurted out and flooded Tess's bowels. Blood was pounding in his head. He saw flashes of lights in his closed eyes as his orgasm washed through him.

Marc's orgasm was over, and his cock was starting to soften. Tess clenched her anus trying to keep him inside her, but it only served to expel him. He watched in amazement as a river of his cum poured out of her red-rimmed anus across her peach-like pussy and into the towel he had placed there. After a few minutes, Tess got up and went to the bathroom. Marc followed with the towel that he dropped in the dirty linen hamper and turned on the bidet. He watched as Tess sat and allowed the jet of warm water enter her butt.

"This feels so good," she said.

"How did you like anal sex, Tess?" Marc asked.

"I liked it. It felt really weird to have your cock inside my bottom though."

Tess put her panties back on, and she and Marc got back into bed. He spooned her back with his hand on her hip. She took it and placed it over her petite breast.

"Nice," Tess said and promptly dropped off to sleep.


Chapter Fifteen

Marc, carefully got out of bed so as not to wake Tess, showered and got dressed. Jackie was in the kitchen holding a cup of coffee for him. He kissed her and took the proffered coffee.

"Thanks, Sis," he said.

"Well, how was anal sex with Tess?" she said.

"Amazing. Looking down at her narrow hips with my cock buried in her ass hugged by her small cheeks was an incredible sight. She told me she liked it, but I bet she's sore this morning since I stretched her so much."

"Let me go and run her a bath," Jackie said and headed to the master suite.

A few minutes later, Trish came downstairs. She got on tiptoe and kissed Marc on his lips. "Morning Marc. I love you."

Hmm, that's interesting, Marc thought. He picked Trish up and hugged her.

"Morning Trish," he replied. "I love you too, honey." He set her back down.

"You can tell us apart?" Trish said with a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Not really," Marc lied. "I just left Tess in bed, so you have to be Trish unless you switched places."

Trish giggled. "How's my sister this morning?"

"I'm sure she's sore. Your Mom just went to fill the tub for her to soak for a while."

"I still can't believe Tess let you put your cock in her bottom."

"She told me she liked it. She also told me she loves me."

"I know. We talked about it, and we're so glad you came to live with us. You're a lot of fun to be around. I can't wait to have sex with you. Me and Tess and Mommy talked about who should be first, and it was Tess who said it should be me because you've had anal sex with her."

"That's so sweet of her," Marc said.

"Who's sweet?" Jackie asked.

"Trish was just telling me that Tess said it should be Trish who has intercourse with me first since Tess had anal sex with me. I said that was so sweet of her."

"I know. I'm so proud of her."

"How is Tess?"

"As you said, Marc—sore. I put some bath oil in the tub. Will you take her a glass of orange juice?"

"Sure," Marc replied. He poured a glass of juice and headed to the master bathroom where Tess was soaking in the tub. He handed her the glass of juice.

She took a sip and placed it on the tiled shelf. Give me your hand, Marc."

Marc put out his hand. Tess took it and put her fist around his first three fingers. "What are you doing, honey?" he said.

"You put three fingers inside my pussy last night. Your fingers look like they're a little smaller than your cock. I think I'll tell Trish that she is only going to feel a little pain when you put your cock inside her."

Marc leaned over and took Tess's chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned her head to him. He kissed her on her mouth and said, "That was very sweet of you to say it should be Trish to be first to have intercourse with me."

"It was only fair since you've fucked me in my bottom." She looked at Marc. "Wash me please."

Marc soaped up the palms of his hand and proceeded to wash Tess's small breasts, feeling her nipples harden. After washing her back and the rest of her chest, she stood so he could wash the rest of her. In profile, he thought that her breasts and puffy areolas, as well as the way her rounded buttocks rose from the small of her back with their small dimples, was one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen.

"You're a very beautiful and sexy girl, Tess. I love your butt," Marc added as he washed it. "And I love your plump pussy," he added cupping her vulva as he washed it too.

Tess pulled his face to hers and kissed him, lingering for a good ten seconds. Thanks, Marc," she said. "I love you."

March hugged her, getting his tee-shirt wet. "And I love you too, Tess."

Marc left Tess to soak for a while and returned to the kitchen where Trish and Jackie were in conversation. Jackie turned to her brother and said, "Trish and I were just talking, and she said that she wants to have intercourse with you next Saturday night."

Chapter Sixteen

Marc looked at Trish who seemed a little nervous at the thought of his cock penetrating her. He said, "Thanks Trish, I'm going to make it something you'll remember."

"Thanks, Uncle Marc," Trish replied. "This afternoon we're all gonna get nekkid and go skinny dippin'!."

The thought of seeing three sets of breasts and three sexy butts cause blood to flow south. "That sounds like a lot of fun to me," Marc smiled.


At two-thirty, Marc was sat on a stool at the swim up bar when a naked Trish came running out of the house followed close behind by a naked Tess, their small breasts hardly moving at all. They cannonballed into the deep end. A few minutes later, Jackie came walking out. Marc looked at her very sexy body; her breasts jiggled sexily as she walked over, got in the pool and sat beside him. She leaned over and kissed his lips pushing her tongue into his mouth.

"Did the girls tell you they love you?" she asked.

"Yes, they did. Tess told me last night after we'd had sex and Trish told me this morning. I also noticed that this morning Tess is now calling me just Marc. It seems as if having sex with her has made her feel more grown up."

"I'm glad we're a family, Marc, and I've got you to thank for that."

"No, thank you, Sis. You have given me a home here. And the way you and Tess and Trish are so open sexually is just wonderful. You know I was getting to hate living on my own, eating too many TV dinners too many nights a week. If I had any children, I would be so happy if they turned out just like Trish and Tess. I love them very much."

Jackie was quiet for a while. Then she said something that both surprised and excited Marc. "I've been thinking of something ever since we started making love, and that is that I would love to have a baby with you."

Marc turned to look at Jackie. He said, "Really? Are you serious?"

"Very much so. And you know the funny thing is, ever since the girls saw us in bed together, they have both asked if we were going to have a baby. So, what do you think, Marc?"

"If there's a very low risk of any problems with us being brother and sister and having a baby, then I'd love to."

"Thank you, Marc. I'll speak with my OB-GYN next week when I have my annual checkup."

Marc and Jackie watched as, first Tess then Trish, came down the water slide, legs closed, vee-shaped mons and short, tight slits.

"God! They look so sexy with their pussies on display," Marc said. "I have always been a breast guy, and, contrary to what most women think men like, I love small ones. And the girls' breasts are the perfect size. Last night while I was kneeling behind Tess just getting ready to penetrate her, I looked at her pussy between her thighs looking like a ripe peach, and I thought to myself, I'm actually going to put my cock in there—have intercourse with an eleven-year-old. And you know what—it felt so right."

"Their pussies are even sexier close up with your tongue probing their tight slits, trying to part those plump lips and coax their clits out, tasting their juices." Jackie said.

"I have a confession to make, Sis. I gave Tess an orgasm with my tongue last night, and I was in heaven. Her pussy smells and tastes incredible."

"I know, Tess told me as I was drawing her bath. She said you told her not to tell Trish. She also said you got three fingers inside her."

The girls got out of the pool and came over to the swim up bar.

"Can we get you something to drink madam and monsieur?" Trish said in a fake French accent. "A glass of Champagne, or a cocktail maybe?"

Tess started giggling; Trish joined in, both girls' breasts jiggling ever so slightly.

"Okay girls," Jackie said sternly. "Enough swimming for one day. Go and shower."

"Do we have to Mom?" Trish asked.

"Yes honey, there's a roast in the oven and dinner's in an hour. You both need to shampoo your hair to get the chlorine out."

"Can Marc do it?" Trish asked. Jackie smiled at her daughter's use of Marc's name only. In typical fashion Trish couldn't let her sister get one up on her.

Jackie looked at Marc. "Our shower's big enough for three, Marc. You up for it?" she said, winking at him and squeezing his erect cock under the water.

"Sure, I can," Marc said. "Go ahead and rinse off in the cabana and join me in the master bathroom."

Both girls ran to the cabana and Marc kissed his sister and headed for the master suite. Marc was already in the shower and had rinsed off when the twins opened the glass door and got in. Trish grabbed Marc's erection.

"Hold up, Trish," Marc said, "first things first. Your hair gets shampooed and then Tess's. After that, we can play as much as you want."

Marc thought that the act of shampooing a female's hair was up there with foreplay since it was so sensuous. He first shampooed Trish's locks followed by her sister. When they were both clean and rinsed he backed both girls up against the shower wall out of the direct spray of the water. He silently thanked the builder for putting in a tankless water heater. Marc cupped Trish's pussy with his left hand and Tess's with his right. Both girls moaned as he parted each of their plump vulvas with his middle finger and found the openings to their vaginas.

Trish had her head on Marc's left shoulder and her arms around his waist. Tess's head was on his right shoulder, and she had her arms around his chest. The mewls echoing off the tiled walls of the shower was like music to Marc's ears as he rubbed each girl's little nubbin slowly bringing them to their climaxes. Just like when he gave them orgasms before, they progressed at different rates, and he had to slow one girl down if she was getting ahead of the other. He felt like a conductor of an orchestra as both Trish and Tess crescendoed with their orgasms. He had to grab both girls around the waist to hold them up as their legs got weak.

Trish was first to speak, "Gawd, that was good," she said.

"Yeah, it was wasn't it, Trish," Tess said.

The girls looked at each other and smiled. "Our turn," they chorused. It never ceased to amaze Marc that they could say the same thing at the very same moment. Trish grabbed Marc's shaft and started to stroke it while Tess fondled his ball sack.

"Girls," Marc said, "you know what I would really like to do?"

"What, Marc?" Tess said.

"Anything," Trish said "Well, except for anal sex that is," she added.

"Trish, would you stroke me and make me shoot my stuff over your sister's boobs?"

"Ooo, that sounds like fun," Tess said.

Trish stood to Marc's side and took his cock in her hand while Tess stood in front of them watching her sister give him a hand job. Marc had to put his hand on the shower wall to steady himself. He could hardly believe his luck that two gorgeous eleven-year-olds were naked in the shower with him and one was giving him a hand job while the other was waiting to let him spurt his cum all over her tits.

"Cumming Trish," Marc cried.

Trish felt his cock pulse and swell as cum burned up its shaft and spurted out the end. The first thick white rope splashed on Tess's neck the second and third were more guided and hit Tess's petite breasts. The fourth and fifth weaker spurts landed on her small rounded tummy. All the while Marc was cumming all over her, Tess was giggling. When he was done. Trish looked at her sister's neck and chest covered in Marc's semen.

"That's a lot of cum, Marc," she said. She watched as Tess scooped some off her left breast, and sucked it off her fingers.

"Ewh, Tess, how can you put that in your mouth?"

"You should try it, Trish. It's not a milkshake, but it's nice."

Trish, not wanting to be outdone by her sister scooped a little on two fingers and licked it off. You're right," she said, "it's not bad at all, but I still don't like the smell."

Marc watched with amusement as the two girls compared notes on his semen. "Okay, girls. Let's get cleaned up as I'm sure your mother has dinner ready."


Chapter Seventeen

At last Saturday arrived—THE Saturday—and Marc had been waiting all week as had Trish since she was finally going to lose her virginity. On Thursday, Jackie had come home after getting her annual checkup with her OB-GYN.

"What did your doctor say about us having a baby, Sis?"

"Well, at first she was asking why I wanted to know and whether I was considering having sex with my brother. I told her I didn't have a brother, and that I was asking for a good friend who wanted to know and was afraid to ask her own doctor. I'm not sure she entirely bought my story, but she said there is a higher probability that a child of such a union can get a recessive disease from the genes of one or both of the parents. The only way to be sure is for both brother and sister to have a gene test. She gave me the name of a company that can do that."

"Okay thanks, Sis. I guess we're going to get tested then."

"Are you looking forward to having sex with Trish on Saturday? I know she is. All week she's been bombarding me with questions."

"You kidding, Sis? I've thought of nothing else all week."

"Yeah, Marc, I've noticed you've been more passionate in our lovemaking," she said, then giggled.


Marc was stunned when the bedroom door opened and Trish glided in. She was wearing a matching white ensemble. The bra was mainly satin with half the cups made from lace. It had a little underwire and pushed Trish's small breasts up and together forming a very sexy albeit it a small cleavage. He could see her darkened areolas peeking over the top of the thin lace. The panties were bikini style, made from white satin trimmed with white lace, and clearly displayed her small cameltoe.

"My God, Trish, you look so beautiful! So sexy!"

She walked over to where Marc sat on the edge of the bed. "You like my undies?" she grinned.

"Jeez, yes. They're so hot!"

"Mommy and me went shopping just to buy these."

Marc stretched out his arms. "Come and give me a hug, honey."

Trish stepped in and put her arms around Marc's neck. He put his hands behind her and held her firm pantied buttocks and pulled her close. They kissed, mouths opened, and Trish's tongue found his, and she moaned into his mouth. A minute later, Trish broke their kiss panting hard.

"I love you very much Marc," she said.

"I don't just love you and Tess, honey, I adore you both. We're going to make love tonight, and I'm going to show you how much I love you."

"Be gentle with me, Marc."

"Of course, my love."

Marc reached behind Trish and undid her bra. He slipped the white satin straps off her shoulders and pulled it off and dropped it on the chair next to the bed. He never got tired of looking at Trish's petite conical breasts with their puffy areolas and tiny nipples. He leaned in and took each breast into his mouth in turn, swirling his tongue around her areolas and nipples feeling them harden into tiny beads.

Marc's lust for the twins was growing and, instead of any concern on his part, he reveled in it. Jackie had not only made them available to him but urged him to enjoy them sexually.

Trish was breathing heavily as Marc hooked his thumbs inside the waist of her panties and slowly drew them down over her narrow hips and let them fall to her feet. He picked them up and brought the crotch to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled. He got a little light-headed as he smelled her sex tinged with a hint of urine and floral soap. His erection throbbed in anticipation.

"Mmm, Trish, your pussy smells wonderful," Marc said, causing Trish to giggle.

"Do you want to take my boxers off, honey?" he asked as he stood.

"Yes!" Trish said excitedly as she grasped the legs of his cotton boxers and tugged them down. As the waist band passed over his hips his rigid member seemed to leap at her. She looked down at his blood engorged cock sticking out proudly. Then she did something that Marc never expected. She sank to her knees, grasped the shaft of his cock with both hands and put her lips around its swollen head.

"Oh, my God, Trish, that feels wonderful. I didn't expect you to do that, but I love that you're doing it."

Trish lifted her head and smiled up at him, "It wasn't something I planned on doing, but after I tasted your cum when we showered, I thought I'd give it a try. I've seen women do it on the Internet and the men seem to like it."

"Well, I'm glad that you are honey, but don't tell Tess because she might get jealous. This will be one of our little love secrets, okay."

"Kay," Trish said happily and put Marc's cock back into her mouth. Marc watched in amazement as Trish's mouth was stretched with his cock inside it. He almost lost it as he felt Trish's tongue swirling around his cockhead. He groaned with pleasure.

After a few minutes, Trish took his cock out of her mouth and wiped her lips with the palm of her hand. She stood up with a proud little smile and got onto the bed. Marc joined her and lay alongside facing her. He put his hand on her cheek, turned her head toward him and kissed her.

"You are so beautiful and so very sexy. I am so lucky to be your first lover." He said, as his hand dropped to her chest and gently squeezed her left breast. It seemed Marc couldn't get enough of both Trish and Tess. The act of kissing them, and fondling their petite breasts and cupping their plump pussies filled him with love and lust.

Trish moaned into his mouth as Marc's hand slipped off her breast and cupped her pussy. The palm of his hand was resting on the plump, fleshy pad of her mons as he gently pushed into her tight slit with the pad of his middle finger. Just a little more pressure caused her soft labia to part and hug his finger. He moved his finger lower across the smooth inside of her vulva and found Trish's very wet love hole. He curled his finger and entered her all the way to its second knuckle. Trish gasped into his mouth as he began to massage her G-spot. Marc could feel her legs trembling and her butt jerking as she began to fuck his finger while he pressed her firm clit with the pad of his thumb.

Trish broke their kiss as she climaxed. "Oh, Marc!" she breathed hotly as her orgasm grabbed her. Marc felt her whole body tremble and the jerking of her legs as she orgasmed. This went on for a good minute. Then she started to calm, and her hand fell from his neck and her arm from his waist onto the bed beside her.

After a few minutes to allow Trish to recover, Marc said, "Are you ready to lose your virginity, lover?"

She bit her bottom lip and nodded with a slight grin. Marc shuffled down the bed and got between her legs. Her outer labia were plump and red, and he could see her small, still-developing inner labia with her small clit at the top and the dark red opening to her vagina at its base. The whole of the inside of her vulva was glistening with moisture.

Marc, grasped the shaft of his straining cock in his fist and began sliding its head up and down her cleft, pushing her soft labia aside. Trish had her hands balled into fists by her side in anticipation.

"Just relax, honey," he told her. "It's not going to hurt very much if at all."

"Kay," Trish replied. "That's what Tess said."

Marc saw her fists open. He moved his cockhead to the base of her cleft where her cheeks were pressed together by the bed. The head of his cock completely filled her vulva. God, she looks so small, Marc thought. He pushed a little but feeling some resistance he moved the head of his cock up and down and around in circles at the opening to her vagina, attempting to dilate her. With the continued motion and steady pressure the head suddenly slipped inside of her small pussy.

"Wow! I felt that" Trish said with relief. You're inside me, and I only felt a little sting."

"I'm glad, Trish. You're very tight, but with all of your love juice and my precum, you are well lubricated. How does it feel to have my cock inside you?"

"Strange. It's nothing like Mom's dildo. It seems more . . . well, alive. I can feel it pulsing. But I like it. I think I'm going to like having sex with you, Marc."

"I'm glad because I'm sure going to like making love to you. And I'm going to want to do it a lot."

Trish just giggled.

Marc pushed in a little then pulled back a tad, slowly inching his cock into Trish's pussy until he hit her end.

"I felt that," Trish said. "What is it?"

"It's your cervix—the end of your vagina."

Marc looked down and saw that she had taken all but half an inch inside her, their pubes not quite merged. Trish got up on her elbows and craned her neck to see.

"Wow! You're all the way in. I feel like I'm stuffed but a nice kinda stuffed. I'm definitely going to like having sex with you. Mom said it would feel good. It's more than good, it's great!"

Marc started making love to Trish. Slowly at first, letting her get used to having his penis inside her. Then as she encouraged him, he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, until he was bumping her end fairly firmly. Trisha was crying out as they made love.

"Yes, yes, yes, Marc! Gawd this feels so good!"

Marc stopped thrusting as she started to jerk and tremble once again. She arched her back pushing her pussy into him. Then she inhaled deeply, and her whole body went as taut as a violin string. He could feel tremors running through her body. Then, with a loud whoosh she exhaled, and her body went limp. She dropped back to the mattress panting hard. Marc stayed buried deep inside her as her orgasm ran its course. Then she was still. Small jerks of her butt came and went like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him and said, "Gawd, Marc, it felt like I was dying. That was the best orgasm I've ever had."

"That's why the French call it la petite mort—the little death."

Trish clenched her pussy feeling his hardness. "You're still hard," she said.

"That's because I haven't cum yet. I wanted you to cum first."

"Can we do it again?"

"We're just getting started. You want to go on top?"

"What do you mean?"

Marc pulled out of her and rolled to his side.

"Ohhh!" She said sadly as his cock left her little pussy empty.

"It's okay, straddle my hips."

Trish straddled Marc's hips and sat on his cock, with her soft, plump, reddened labia pooching to each side, hugging his shaft.

"Wow! This feels good," she said.

"Now lift up and put my cock back inside your pussy."

Trisha tried several times to get Marc's cock back inside her, but she let go of its shaft too soon, and it slapped back down onto his stomach. Finally, on the fourth attempt, she got the tip at her entrance. She let go of the shaft and began to slowly lower herself onto it. It took a few minutes of lowering and lifting until she managed to take all of him inside her and Marc loved every second.

"Ta-da," she sang spreading her arms wide with a glowing smile on her face.

"Now, baby, move back and forth on me," Marc instructed.

Trish began to scrub her pussy back and forth. The action caused her small inner labia to be inverted pulling her clit down to kiss his shaft sending stabs of pure pleasure through her pussy.

"Gawd, Marc, this feels so, so good. I'm gonna want us to fuck like this a lot!"

"Oh, me too, sweetheart, me too!"

She had her palms flat on Marc's chest as she chased her third orgasm of the evening. It came after just two minutes. She dropped to his chest, and he gripped her small, exquisitely firm buttocks as she orgasmed. He could feel her heart thumping in her chest as he was humped her pussy chasing his own orgasm. Then he relaxed as he felt his cock swell.

"Oh gawd, Trish," he moaned, "I'm cumming." His semen burned up through his shaft and jetted into her pussy, flooding her. Trish's pussy was clenching and releasing his member as her orgasm took hold. Clench release, clench release. Marc was finally drained. He let his arms fall to his sides. After a few minutes calming down, Trish lifted up. His cock slipped out and flopped to his stomach followed by a river of cum that covered his pubes and stomach, pooling in his innie.

Marc lay there with Trish lying on his chest, trapping his sticky, warm liquid between them. After a few minutes, Marc said, "I think we need to shower, honey."

They both got up and went into the bathroom and cleaned up. Trish put on her panties and climbed back into bed. Ten minutes later, Trish was snoring lightly with Marc spooned to her back with his hand cupping a petite breast. This was his favorite sleeping position with all three females. He still found it hard to comprehend that he was having fabulous sex with his sister and two nieces.


Chapter Eighteen

When Marc awoke the next morning, it was to a three-way whispered discussion. Trish was telling her mother about the three orgasms she'd had and that she was quite sore. Tess was listening enraptured by what Trish was saying, occasional asking a question.

Then Trish said, "And I did this Mom." She lifted Marc's morning erection off his stomach and put her mouth over its head. She didn't realize Marc was awake and watching her through barely open eyes.

"I want to do it too," Tess said. To Trish's credit, she shared Marc's cock with her sister. Jackie looked on and smiled as her daughters took turns sucking her brother's cock.

They both jumped as Marc said, "Well, ladies, that's a great way to wake up with two gorgeous women sucking on my cock."

Marc lay back as the twins continued to take turns to fellate him. It didn't take long for him to reach the cusp of his orgasm.

"I'm about to spurt," he said.

Trish who had her lips around his cock, and not wanting him to cum in her mouth, quickly lifted her head, letting Marc's cock to slap back down on his stomach. Tess immediately grabbed it and put its head in her mouth just as the first rope of pearly cum erupted. She didn't quite know what to do. Thankfully, because Marc had climaxed the night before, he didn't spurt very much but soon Tess's cheeks bulged.

Tess had a frown on her face as she looked at her mother not knowing what to do next. Jackie swallowed to let her know what to do. Tess swallowed twice and then wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Trish's hand covered her open mouth as she watched her sister swallow Marc's semen. Tess looked at her mother and smiled as if she was the cat that had just lapped up the cream.

"You are one fortunate man, Marc Litchfield," Jackie said.

"You don't have to tell me, Jackie, I know I am."

Jackie shooed the girls off to their rooms to get dressed. She snuggled up to Marc.

"So, how was she?"

"Incredible, Jackie, and thanks for buying her that underwear—very sexy. I could hardly believe she climaxed three times. The last time with her on top. I think that's going to be her favorite position. She is one very sexy girl."

"I love you very much, Marc. Thank you for being gentle with Trish and making last night so special."

Marc kissed his sister. I love you too, Jackie and thank you for asking me to come and live with you, and make love to you and your daughters. I'm in heaven"

"I talked to Tess last night as we lay in bed after I had brought her to orgasm and she had done the same with me. After hearing about Trish's experience, she wants to have sex with you as soon as possible. Saturday maybe?"

"I can't wait, Sis. Doing that hot little ass of hers was great and, if she's as tight as Trish, putting my cock in her pussy is going to be a double delight. Tell you what, I'm taking you all out to dinner Saturday night. You girls can get all dressed up and I'll be your escort.

That sounds wonderful, Mark. Your girls will be there."

"One more thing, does she get to wear the same underwear you got for Trish or are you going to get some new ones?"

"New ones of course. I think I know which ones. She pointed them out to me last time we were in Victoria's Secret. They're super sexy."

Chapter Nineteen

His sister was right, as Marc watched Tess walk to the bed—her underwear was very sexy. It was a very light blue instead of white, acknowledging the loss of her anal virginity. Made of satin and lace with underwire cups that pushed her small breasts together forming a nice cleavage—just like her sister's. He could see her darkened areolas through the top of the bra cups where they were made from lace. Her hard nipples poked at the delicate lace. Her panties were also of lace for the front and back panels with satin sides and a cotton gusset that emphasized her sweet cameltoe. The shape of Tess's vulva was accentuated by the tight elastic of the leg openings, digging deep at the sides

"Wow! Tess, you look absolutely beautiful, and I love your lingerie. Very hot, sweetheart!"

Tess pirouetted, and Marc got a good look at the tight crack of her butt through the lace panel.

"You want me to take them off for you? Mom showed me how to do it for you."

"Of course, I'd love to have you strip for me."

Marc watched as Tess undulated her pelvis, thrusting her pussy at him. She turned around, and, looking over her shoulder, she slowly unfastened her bra and let it fall off her arms. Next, she put her thumbs inside the waist of her panties and slowly drew them down. Tess gave a sexy wiggle of her butt as the panties cleared her hips and fell to the floor. Marc's cock twitched, and clear precum began oozing out as Tess bent over and slowly picked up her panties, giving him a view of her gorgeous pussy. Her peach-shaped vulva with its tight, tight slit sat squashed between slender thighs. It was one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen.

"My God, Tess, you certainly know how to turn a guy on."

Tess slowly turned around with her hands cupping her breasts. She slowly removed one hand then the other exposing first her left breast then her right. Both areolas were puffed and darkened. A ring of tiny what looked like goosebumps circled each areola, and her nipples were like tiny beads. She walked over to where Marc sat on the edge of the bed, dropped to her knees and grasped the shaft of his cock. He watched as she lowered her head, engulfing its head with her mouth.

"You like doing that don't you, Tess?"

Without taking his cock out of her mouth, she replied, "Umm."

Tess gave him head for a couple of minutes. Then she stood up and got onto the bed. Marc joined her and put his hand on a firm little breast, turned her to him and kissed her. Her mouth opened and her tongue entered his, and they French kissed for the next few minutes. Marc was cupping her pussy with his middle finger hugged by her soft labia. As he pressed her clit and rubbed it with the pad of this thumb, she climaxed.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ahhhhh!" she cried as she orgasmed. Her legs snapped shut on his hand as her orgasm seized her body. It shook and jerked her for what seemed like the longest time. Then she slowly calmed and released his hand from between her thighs.

"I'm ready," Tess said a few minutes later when she had recovered from an intense orgasm.

Marc shuffled down the bed. Tess had opened her legs for him. He sat on his heels and looked at her pussy. Her labia were puffy and red, and gorged, and there was a trickle of creamy liquid seeping out of the red opening to her vagina and running down into the tight cleft of her cheeks pressed together by the bed. Marc lifted Tess's slender thighs over his. Grasping his shaft, he rubbed the head in small circles around the base of her tight slit. Slowly, her soft, plump labia oozed aside and hugged the tip of his cock.

Tess looked at Marc and smiled. "I'm ready," she said.

Her look turned to concern as Marc began to push and she could feel the head of his cock stretching her more than she'd been stretched before. Her brow furrowed and she bit her bottom lip.

Sensing that she was starting to tense up, Marc said, "Honey, try and relax, okay? It will only hurt more if you tense up."

"Kay," Tess replied and took a deep breath.

"That's better, sweetheart," Marc said as he felt her vagina dilate.

It took a couple of minutes of Marc pushing gently and moving his cockhead in small circles, to slowly get Tess's pussy to dilate enough to penetrate her. When he did, she scrunched up her face and winced. Then as soon as she felt his cockhead inside her, she smiled.

"You're in aren't you?" she said her eyes wide.

"Yes, honey, you're no longer a virgin."

"Push it in farther, Marc," Tess said urgently.

"Okay, but I have to take it easy. Your pussy needs to adjust to having something so large inside."


Tess watched intently, propped up on her elbows, as Marc slowly pushed into her inverting her plump labia then pulling back a little. This went on for a good minute, and as her vagina adjusted and got slicker, Marc easily pushed in the last two inches of his cock bumping her rubbery end.

"I felt that," Tess said, "what was that?"

"That's the end of your vagina, your cervix," Marc told her.

Tess put her hands on his forearms and slowly pulled herself up until her legs were straight out either side of his hips and she was sitting in Marc's lap with his cock buried deep inside her.

"This feels really, really good," she said. Marc was both surprised and glad that Tess had taken the initiative and not just lay there and let him fuck her.

She put her arms around Marc's neck and kissed him. As their mouths opened and they French kissed, Tess slowly moved her hips back and forth, causing her clit to scrub against his pubis sending bolts of pleasure into her pussy.

"Gawd, I love this position. I gotta tell Trish about it," Tess said.

Tess's breathing was getting faster and shallower as she scrubbed back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Then she froze, and Marc heard a sharp intake of breath causing her to snort. Tess held her breath for a few moments then exhaled with a large whoosh. Her body started to shake, and Marc could feel her pussy pulsing on his cock; clench and release, clench and release, clench and release. Marc couldn't wait any longer. Tess felt his cock swell as the first rope of his cum spurted inside her. Then she felt more spurts until he was done. She could feel her vagina flooded with his hot semen.

"I felt you cum, Marc. I felt all the spurts. Mom told me it was incredible to feel your cock swell and spurt your cum. She told me I should go and use the bidet to clean up."

With that, Tess got off the bed and, with her hand cupping her pussy, she waddled to the bathroom. She came back later after cleaning herself with the bidet, with a damp washcloth and cleaned Marc's cock. She dropped the washcloth on the floor and picked her panties up and stepped into them. After adjusting the leg openings, she climbed back into bed. With her back to Marc, she wiggled her butt and pulled his hand 'round her and put it over her breasts.

Marc spooned Tess and they both dropped into a deep sleep.


Chapter Twenty

Marc awoke to an incredibly erotic sight the next morning. Sunlight was streaming through the large bedroom window illuminating Tess and Trish's blonde hair like spun gold. Trish was between her mother open legs sucking her large clit and finger fucking her while Tess was lying next to Jackie with her small hand around her mother's left breast while sucking the firm nipple of her right breast. Jackie was moaning softly as her daughters made love to her. Marc thought it the most incredible thing he has ever witnessed.

Tess looked over at Marc and saw he was awake. She also saw his morning erection as she said, "Marc's awake, Mom and he's got a stiffy."

Trish stopped what she was doing and looked at Marc. She said, "You wanna take over, Marc?"

"C'mon, Marc," Jackie said, "don't waste that erection."

Trish moved to her mother's side as Marc took her place. Then Trish did something that Marc thought incredibly arousing. She grasped his shaft and guided it to her mother's wet opening and pushed the head inside.

"There you go, Marc," Trish said, "make love to Mom."

"Yes, ma'am!" Mark beamed at her.

The twins watched, as for the first time they participated in Marc and Jackie's lovemaking. It wouldn't be the last.


A month after Marc had taken Tess's virginity, Jackie came into the kitchen where Marc was sitting at the large granite-topped island drinking a cup of freshly brewed coffee and reading USAToday. She was wearing a silk dressing gown that came to mid-thigh. Marc looked up and saw Jackie's hard nipples poking at the thin material. She was beaming.

She came over and hugged Marc's back and kissed his neck. "We're pregnant," she whispered.

Marc swiveled around on the high-backed stool and put his arms around Jackie's waist and hugged her. "You sure?" he asked.

"Only a visit to my OB-GYN will confirm it, but the pregnancy test kit came back positive."

At that moment, the twins came bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"I had three orgasms first, Trish!"

"No you didn't, I got mine first," Tess said indignantly. "You were faking the last one."

"No, I wasn't," Trish said putting her tongue out at her sister.

"Girls, that's enough," Jackie said. "What's all this about?"

"Tess challenged me to see who could give themselves three orgasms first and I won," Trish said.

"No, you didn't, Trish," Tess countered.

"Okay, stop it both of you. Marc and I have something to share with you. You tell them, Marc," Jackie said.

All arguments as to who gave themselves three orgasms first ended when Marc announced, "We're going to have a baby, your Mom is pregnant."

Both twins' faces lit up at the same time.

"Is it a boy?" Tess asked.

"Or a girl," Trish countered.

"Whoa, girls. We won't know the sex of the baby until I've been to my doctor and had the first ultrasound," Jackie said.

"Can we pick a name?" Trish said.

"Yes, can we Mom?" Tess added.

"I tell you what, girls. I'm going to leave it up to the two of you to come up with a girl's name and a boy's name, and if I hear any arguments, then Marc and I will pick the name. Am I clear on that?"

"Yes, Mom," both girls chorused.


The months seemed to fly by. It took Trish and Tess four weeks to come up with a boy's name. They didn't argue, but since they took so much time and Jackie's ultrasound confirmed she was having a boy, they only had to come up with one name. The name they chose was Nathan Marc.

Jackie gave birth to Nathan Marc on a September morning. As soon as she came home with their baby son, the girls took turns bathing him, though they wouldn't even consider changing his stinky diaper.

Marc and Jackie were lying in bed one morning when they heard fits of giggles coming from the bathroom. They got up and looked into the bathroom where Tess was bathing Nathan while Trish looked on.

"What's so funny, Tess?" Jackie asked.

"Nathan's got an erection, Mom."

Sure enough, Nathan was sporting quite a decent size erection for a one-year-old.

"Tess made him hard, Mom," Trish said. "She was washing it, and it got hard in her hand."

"Oh, my," Jackie said. "I'm going to have to keep my eyes on the two of you. I know how you absolutely love sucking Marc's cock, and I'm sure you'll want to do the same with Nathan."

"Well, at least they can get all of his cock in their mouths. Lucky little fella," Marc said smiling.

Jackie punched his arm and admonished him. "Stop encouraging them, Marc," she said.

As it turned out, Nathan was one very fortunate boy to have his cock sucked by both of his sisters. Jackie finally gave up trying to dissuade the girls and took great delight as they sucked his little cock. Then one day, when Nathan was three years old, Jackie happened to pass by Nathan's open bedroom door and stopped as she heard Trish say.

"Go ahead, Tess put it inside me."

Jackie peeked inside the room and had to stifle a laugh as she saw Trish lying naked on her back with her legs open. Tess sat beside her and was holding Nathan's small erection between her thumb and forefinger. She was trying to get it inside Trish's pussy.

"It's not hard enough, Trish."

"Then suck it some more, Tess."

After sucking her brother's cock some more, Tess was finally able to get it into Trish's pussy. Jackie watched as Nathan began fucking his sister encouraged by Tess with her hand on his butt.

"Marc's right," Jackie whispered to herself, "Nathan is one very fortunate little boy. I wonder what it would feel like to suck his cock . . ."


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