Kevin looked across the hotel room at his twin sister. “So?”
Kyra almost laughed out loud at the puzzled look on his face. “So…that’s not all I noticed.”
“What are you talking about?”
Kyra let her eyes drop to his crotch. “You were getting hard.”
Kevin quickly answered, “I was NOT.”
Kyra began walking towards him. “Kevin, how many times have I been around you when you were hard? I think I know when you’re hard and when you’re not. Especially in that bathing suit.”
She was in front of him now, putting her hand on his suit. “Especially when the suit is a little wet. And it clings to your big, thick cock.”
Kyra wrapped her fingers around him, proud of the fact he was already responding to her.
Kevin could not look his gorgeous eighteen year old sister in the eye. Instead, he looked down at the perfectly formed breasts bulging out of her tiny bikini. Her skin was dark tan and silky smooth and…
“Did you like it when Mom lay on her stomach and took off her top? Did you notice how you could still see her breasts flattened against the towel from the sides?”
She knew he did. He knew he did. And now the hardening cock inside his trunks, which she held tighter and tighter, gave away the answer.
“Kyra…,” he began to say.
“Was it her cute ass that made you hard?” Kyra persisted. “Did you want to put your hands inside her suit and squeeze her ass?”
“No!” he managed to respond. But everything she was saying was true, like she could read his mind. She could ALWAYS read his mind. It had been that way from as early as Kevin could remember. It was that way when she first let him see her in her underwear. And then when she let him see her in the shower. And then when she let him touch her.
They’d privately been having sex…great sex…ever since.
“I don’t know,” Kyra said with a sly grin. “You seemed to be getting pretty hard then and you certainly are now, just talking about it.”
The beautiful, young girl’s hand was stroking him faster.
“Is she my competition?” Kyra asked. “Do you want to fuck her?”
“And I’m your sister. You fuck ME.”
Kevin was fully erect. His cock ached from pressing against the front of his bathing suit. It throbbed inside his sister’s hand. Lust took over and he put his hands on the outside of Kyra’s breasts, letting their fullness fill his palms.
Kyra looked at him and said softly, “Maybe you want her to suck your cock.”
Before Kevin could respond, his trunks were being pulled down and Kyra was kneeling in front of him. Kevin’s cock sprung free and pointed up like a pole just inches from her face. As often as Kyra had seen, and tasted, and felt his cock inside her, she never grew tired of it.
Kevin lived for this. No matter how many other girls he dated, or how good they were in bed, nothing compared to Kyra. Once again, he was about to find out why.
“I want you to pretend this is Mom’s tongue and Mom’s mouth,” Kyra instructed her twin brother.
She didn’t expect him to actually do it, so it would have surprised her to know Kevin was thinking about the beach. His mother was topless. Her still-firm breasts rose from her body as she lay on her back. He was straddling her body, placing his cock in her mouth.
Kyra began the slow, steady licking of the bottom of his cock that he loved so much. She started at his balls and moved up to the tip, never actually taking the cock between her lips. Just licking it. Caressing it with her tongue. She did this several times and Kevin’s cock twitched with satisfaction.
Finally, she opened her mouth and took in half of the shaft. Then she moved forward and leisurely let it slide in until her lips hit Kevin’s hairy body. She pulled back just as slowly. When the tip began to reappear, it was time to get serious.
Kyra commenced a methodical sucking of her brother’s cock that very few eighteen year old girls could replicate. But in Kevin’s mind, it was his Mom. He was fucking his Mom’s mouth.
“Can you see her? Topless on the beach sucking your hard cock?” Kyra asked while taking a short break.
“Yes,” Kevin acknowledged, giving in to the fact he could think this way about his mother.
“Good. Because she’s not going to stop until you cum.”
Kyra picked up the pace and used her hand to stroke the base of Kevin’s cock. She knew this wouldn’t take long. She had to think about how to take his cum. What mood was she in today? Oral? Facial? On her tits?
Kevin only had to think of one thing. Fucking his mother’s mouth and cumming like a madman. Well, he DID sneak in a thought or two of her naked breasts bouncing up and down; of her pussy awaiting his throbbing cock; of her ass accepting all the cum he could pour on it.
Then it started. Kevin felt it in his balls. He felt it rush through his entire body.
Kyra sucked harder. She moaned with glee. And just when she sensed the first blast of cum erupting from her brother’s cock, she pointed it at her breasts. Only a few seconds passed before the first long blast of white cum spurted across her chest.
Kevin grunted with each successive blast. Behind closed eyes he saw his cum splashing against his mother’s face, dripping down her chin and onto her large tits.
Kyra smiled with satisfaction knowing that she had helped him to one of the strongest orgasms she could remember him having. When Kevin opened his eyes he was stunned at the sight. Cum was splattered on portions of Kyra’s bikini top. More cum streamed down her breasts, disappearing inside her top.
“I think I need a shower,” Kyra said, looking down at the ‘mess’. “Come on. You can help.”
She took her brother’s hand and led him to the bathroom.
Amanda Robertson was a successful real estate agent. So was her husband Dan. They made a good team. He was tall, dark and handsome. She was stunningly adorable. When you looked at Amanda you didn’t think Victoria’s Secret model. You thought homecoming queen. You thought, “I want to fuck this woman. Now!”
At 38, she looked almost as good as…well, her daughter. She had shaggy blonde hair that looked appropriately mussed at all times–like she had just fucked a potential million dollar buyer for an hour. It was a look she didn’t need a hairdresser for, if truth be known.
She was in shape, and not just from frequent hour-long fucks. She worked at it. From her sculptured shoulders to her firm breasts to her tiny waist to her magnificent legs, she was in shape. And showing it off was never a problem for her.
This holiday—a week-long stay in the Bahamas—offered plenty of opportunities to display herself. She was in heaven.
Amanda and Dan brought the kids this time. Kyra and Kevin were twins, the couple’s only children. Kyra was a spoiled, spitting image of her mother. Kevin was a little more reserved, allowing the other members of the family to grab the attention. But, at eighteen, they were able to entertain themselves on these trips, which pleased the partying parents.
If the parents only knew.
The family had connecting bedrooms in a small suite of their Nassau resort. Kyra and Kevin would have preferred a little more privacy, but it would do for a week. And the connecting door locked.
They all agreed to meet for dinner at six. The women were lovely, as usual, in their similarly styled sundresses. Spaghetti straps, swooping necklines and frilly hems never looked bad on the tall ladies. Tonight, with both of them obviously braless, men would have trouble deciding who to stare at.
“Are we all going back to the beach in the morning?” Amanda asked while the salads were served.
Kevin felt Kyra surreptitiously kick him in the shin. “Sure,” he answered, followed by a swift, evil stare in his sister’s direction.
“That would be great,” Kyra said with just a little too much enthusiasm. “Maybe we can find someplace a little more private.”
She looked at Kevin and grinned.
“Well, this is Nassau,” Amanda said, using her fork to push an onion to the side of her plate. “Privacy is at a premium.”
“Too bad,” Kyra sighed. Her mind was hard at work for the remainder of the meal.
When they returned to their room to change, Amanda wasted no time in pursuing the theme of the day.
“So did you get a good look? You should have been able to catch a nipple or two when she reached for something,” Amanda said.
“Will you stop already,” Kevin moaned, stripping off his shirt. “I’m not as…as…HOT for her as you think.”
“Well, did you?” Amanda asked nonchalantly.
Amanda broke into thunderous laughter. When she was done, she said, “I have plans for you, brother. Big plans.”
The entire family was on the beach—a slightly more secluded beach on the advice of the resort concierge—by late morning. The sun was high and hot without a cloud in the sky. Amanda and Kyra sported new, but equally revealing, bikinis. Dan and Kevin would have had plenty to look at, even without the occasional beauty that walked passed in the surf.
At one point, Kyra and her father walked to a nearby bar, leaving Kevin and Amanda alone on their towels.
“Are you having a good time?” Amanda asked.
“Sure. I’m glad you let us come.” Kevin looked over at his Mom. She was on her back. She had untied the top of her bikini to let it ride low on her breasts.
She noticed his glance and felt a tinge of shame at the delight it gave her. “Your father and Kyra are going to some show or something tonight. It’ll just be us. Is there anything you want to do?”
“Not really. You know this place better than me. You decide.” The whole time he spoke Kevin could feel the excitement building inside him. What had happened that his own mother could stimulate him like this?
“I’ll have to think about it,” Amanda answered. She was reaching for the suntan lotion. Kevin watched her place a small amount on her hand and then rub it over her bare shoulders and arms. She poured a little more directly onto her chest, above her breasts.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Does she know I’m still watching?
She spread the lotion around, at first avoiding her breasts. Then her hand moved lower. Her lotion-covered palm glided over the exposed portions of her breasts. Her hand hit the top of her bikini, pushing it even lower so that only her nipples were covered.
Kevin watched his mother’s full breasts roll back and forth under her hand. He felt his erection growing as her fingers moved between her breasts, into her cleavage, and out again.
God, you’re driving me crazy.
Then she put more lotion in the hand and spread it over her flat abdomen. When she got to her bikini bottom she let her fingers slide inside just a bit.
Another inch or two and she’ll touch her clit.
Suddenly, Amanda was rolling onto her side facing Kevin. He looked out at the ocean as fast as he could.
“Can you do my back, hon?” his mother was asking.