PRICELESS

I haven't always agreed with my wife on some of the decisions she's made in our twenty years of marriage. But I'll be forever in her debt for the promise she made to our twin nieces when they were in grade school. She told them, "When you guys turn eighteen, we'll take you on a cruise." At the time it sounded like an expensive, boring proposition. But back then our nieces were still little girls. They are young women now, as I found out on the 'birthday' cruise.

There's no doubt that Britney and Bev are twins. They have matching long, dark hair and matching tall, shapely figures that first got my attention about three years before the cruise. Although the girls are similar in appearance, their personalities are quite different. Britney is a bookworm—Bev is a party animal. She was the one we expected to have trouble controlling once she was set loose on the ship.

The cruise line we have used for ten previous cruises has a drinking age limit of twenty one. This was good news to us, distressing news to the girls. It wasn't until the second day of the week-long trip that I realized just how good the news was for me.

We flew to Miami and boarded the ship in mid-afternoon. The first job was finding our cabins. My wife and I reserved a balcony cabin and we put the girls in an inside cabin across the hall from us. They complained, of course, about the size of the room, the size of the closet, the size of the bathroom…ad nauseum. We asked if they wanted to go home. The room suddenly became acceptable to them.

Long before dinner on that first day, the girls were in their bikinis. I had seen them many times back home in t-shirts and little shorts that barely covered their sweet asses. But to see them for the first time in their new swimwear was a little bit of a shock. They were gorgeous and my forty-something cock reacted accordingly. It was going to be a long week, I decided.

Britney has always been my favorite. Besides her laid-back personality, which more closely resembles my own, she has always had a slightly better body than Bev, particularly up top. She likes to wear t-shirts that accentuate her breasts. They are perfectly full with flawless skin. They seem to beg you to touch them and squeeze them and the nipples are constantly pressing out against the material of her shirts.

And then there's her ass. God. It is so tight and rounded in just the right places. Her bikini showed just enough to entice any man of any age.

This is not to say that Bev isn't cute. They're twins, after all. And twins in bikinis are pretty much at the top of my list of favorite things.

The first evening went fairly smoothly. At dinner, my wife took it upon herself to remind the girls that their mother—her sister—would not appreciate it if we sent them home pregnant. They both assured her they were 'safe', so my wife could sleep better knowing she had done her job.

After dinner, the girls took off for the various lounges on the ship. We only heard from them one time before we went to bed, but that was fine. We trusted them…kind of.

It was the next morning, at breakfast, that I heard the first complaint about the drinking age limit. Bev, in particular, was outspoken in her grief. I found it kind of humorous myself, but tried not to show my delight in their angst. My wife and I tried to assure them there would be plenty to do on and off the ship to keep them occupied. It didn't seem to appease them much.

We had an island beach excursion that day that took most of the late morning and early afternoon. It was a beautiful day and I had a good time watching the girls…my wife…and every other babe I could get my eyes on. It was even fun watching all the guys stare at my nieces as they sunbathed and floated in the calm water on their rafts.

We got back on the ship around three in the afternoon. My wife was the first to use the shower so I decided to head down to the onboard computers to check my e-mail. As I was walking out of my cabin, I noticed that the girls' door was open.

"Hey! Uncle Steve. Do you have a minute?" I heard Bev ask.

"Sure," I replied, stopping at their room.

"C'mon in, we're dressed," she said.

"Darn," I said, pushing the door open and entering their tiny cabin.

Britney gave me a disgusted look.

"Close the door," Bev ordered. When I turned back around, she said, "We need to ask you to do us a favor. But if you don't want to, we get it."

I stared at her blankly when she hesitated. "Well?"

"Well…we're kind of bummed we can't get a drink. We tried everything with the bartenders last night, but nothing worked," she whined. "We're going to go nuts all week if we can't get just one drink, you know?"

I smiled. "Oh, sure. You guys would be a lot of fun to be around if you were hung over all day. They put that age limit there for a reason—to save the adults."

"We wouldn't get drunk," Britney chimed in. "We've gone to parties at home with alcohol around and we survived."

"I'm sure you have." I was looking more at Bev and the sheepish look on her face.

"Uncle Steve, we're begging you," Bev said. "Can you get the drinks for us? Maybe bring them here so we…or you…won't get in trouble?"

"Please," Britney pleaded.

As soon as I saw the precious looks on their gorgeous faces I knew I would do it. But my mind instantly started to plot HOW to do it. What were the consequences? What were the opportunities?

They seemed a little worried at my delay in answering. Then I said, "IF I do this, you have to understand that I'll be the one determining how many drinks you get, and when."

Their eyes were already wider, anticipating that I might actually give in to their pleas.

"OK," they said in unison.

"I'll need assurances from both of you that you'll handle this like adults and not get any of us in trouble," I said.

"Of course," Bev said excitedly. "You can count on us."

Britney was nodding as she sat Indian style on her bed. God, she was beautiful. Was it too obvious that I was looking down on the breasts trying to burst out of her tiny bikini top?

"Alright. I'll think about what kind of deal we can strike. I need guarantees from both of you," I said sternly.

"Anything," Bev said. "You name it."

"When do you want to start?" I asked.

They looked at each other and shrugged. "Tonight? After dinner?" Britney suggested.

I nodded. "It's a deal. I'll talk to you after dinner. I'd like to keep Jan out of this as much as possible."

They agreed, looking like they were about to explode with excitement.

"OK. See you later," I said, leaving the room.

As soon as the door was closed, I heard the yelps of joy inside. I smiled.

###

The girls were exceptionally cheerful at dinner, which I'm sure surprised my wife Jan. She certainly wasn't going to find out from any of us what prompted the good moods. But if things turned out the way I was beginning to plan it, everybody would benefit from this in some way.

When dinner was over I told Jan I was going to make a stop in the casino before coming up to the room. I caught the eyes of the girls and signaled them to stay close-by. After Jan left, my nieces and I found a quiet corner.

"OK. What do you guys want?" I asked.

"One of those tall, fruity things that they sell by the pool," Bev said right away.

"With lots of alcohol," Britney added.

I frowned at her. "Don't push your luck. Where are you gonna be?"

"In our room," Bev said.

"OK. Give me a few minutes."

They simultaneously kissed me on both cheeks and sped off. My next chore was making sure Jan went to the evening show. That was easy, as she never failed to go…with or without me. Tonight it would be without me. A note on the dresser inside our cabin confirmed that she was gone. Time to put the plan in motion.

I went up one deck to the closest lounge, ordered two of the daily 'specials', and headed for the girls' cabin. My cock ached at just the thought of making my delivery.

I managed to knock on their cabin door without spilling either drink, not an easy feat. The door opened quickly and a beaming Bev let me in. Both girls cheered at their apparent success in obtaining the much sought-after refreshments.

I immediately noticed that the girls had changed from more formal dinner attire to t-shirts and shorts. It still amazed me that they couldn't find a bartender to serve them when they went around dressed like that. Maybe it was just me that found them irresistible.

When I got inside the room and didn't hand over the drinks, I received questioning looks from Britney and Bev.

"Now, the deal was you are going to handle this like adults," I reminded them. "Right?"

"Right," they both said.

"You realize, of course, that I'm risking quite a bit in doing this. Jan would be mad. Your mother would be mad. We would all be in trouble with the cruise line," I said. "There's actually very little in this for me, other than making you guys happy and risking a marriage."

"Uncle Steve, how much do you want?" Britney finally inquired in a totally frustrated voice.

"Oh, it's not a matter of money. It's a commitment on your part that you appreciate what I'm doing."

More blank stares from my nieces.

"Alright, here's my offer," I said before taking a deep breath. "I'll buy you the drinks and deliver them whenever you want. The cost: one piece of clothing per drink."

The worst case scenario would have been two complete and total refusals. I didn't get that. I got surprised looks, followed by an exchange of glances by the girls. Then Bev asked, "Does that mean one piece tonight and two pieces tomorrow and three the next day?"

"Excellent question, Bev," sounding as much like a professor as I knew how. "I think one piece of clothing per drink is sufficient. If you want a second drink tonight, that will cost you a second piece of clothing. Tomorrow we start over."

The girls seemed relieved and nodded. "Who chooses the piece of clothing?" the ever-thoughtful Britney asked.

"Well, I think it's only fair that that would be me."

The girls attempted to look scornful, but when Bev giggled, so did Britney.

"And another thing," I continued. "When I'm making deliveries, no bras or panties allowed."

Both girls shrugged, then nodded. The bras were no big deal—neither one seemed to wear one under t-shirts. I didn't know about panties.

"Are you thirsty?" I asked.

"Yes," they said.

"T-shirts, please."

The silence in the room was deafening. I saw their eyes go from the drinks, to me, to each other. Bev, naturally, was the first to reach for the bottom of her tank top. Britney and I both watched as she deliberately lifted the top, pulled it over her head and tossed it at my feet.

I just stared. Her breasts—seemingly at a stage somewhere between teen and woman—were magnificent. They were firm with beautiful, pink nipples and faint tan lines from her bikini. While certainly not made for Playboy, they were just full enough to make my mouth water.

"Well? Give me my drink," she said, reaching toward me. I gladly handed over the glass, all the while watching her breasts hang down from her youthful chest.

Bev took a long sip of the drink and smiled at her sister. I would have been perfectly happy if nothing else happened. Just sitting there with Bev topless was sufficient. But then I looked over and Britney was taking off her top, too.

As I had suspected, Britney's breasts were slightly larger than Bev's. If there was a word to describe them, I couldn't think of it. I really didn't want to act like a total idiot, but I felt like a kid in high school who just walked into the girls locker room.

Britney reached for her drink and I mechanically gave it to her. We might have exchanged looks, but I don't remember. I was lost in her body.

"It tastes good, doesn't it?" Bev asked her sister after they both took a couple drinks.

"Just right. Well worth the price, I think," Britney answered.

My cock was beginning to feel the pressure of being confined by my shorts. I didn't want to look, but I suspected the budding erection was noticeable. I would have paid any price for the opportunity to move my cock to a more comfortable position.

"Are you just going to sit there and stare?" Bev asked me. "Can't you at least say 'You girls look awesome' or something?"

"You girls look awesome," I deadpanned. "Ready for another one, yet?"

"Pervert," Britney said quickly, causing Bev to almost spit out her drink.

"Just trying to be helpful. If I'm going to get in trouble for buying these for you I might as well get full benefit."

"I wouldn't want to be the cause of that erection popping right out of your shorts," Bev said, staring directly at my crotch.

"Beverly!" Britney shouted.

I laughed. "It's not MY fault. You're the ones half naked."

"Sometimes when I drink I can't stop," Bev said. "I might want three or four."

I looked at her. "And if you're wearing a bikini?"

"You still get to choose. Right?"

"Always," I confirmed.

Bev got off the edge of her bed and moved over to me. She put her drink on the table next to me. Bev used both hands to gently push my legs together. Then she straddled them and sat on my knees. I watched her hand move toward my swollen cock, eventually touching it through the material of my shorts. She skillfully found the outline of it, then used her hand to reposition it so it pointed toward my stomach, causing great relief—and increased hardening.

She gently placed her palm on the length of the shaft. "Better?" she asked quietly.

"Much," I said.

Bev rubbed me for a few seconds. I caught a glimpse of Britney looking on silently, sipping her drink. Then I gazed at Bev's beautiful, young breasts…easily within reach now. I was tempted to touch them, but Bev eliminated any reservations I had. She took my right hand and placed it on her left breast before rubbing my cock some more.

I'll never forget that feeling: the soft, supple skin that I could mold to any shape; the warmth of her body; the rigidness of her nipple. I wanted to be gentle, but Bev kept massaging my cock and I found myself kneading her breast harder and harder. Neither of us begged the other to stop.

Bev stopped to take a long drink. As she tilted the glass back down, she let her tongue linger on the rim, licking it erotically.

"Mmmmm," she mewed. "That's good."

"Don't spill any on you," I said.

"Would you lick it off?"

"Like this," I said. I leaned forward, pulled Bev closer to me, and got my first quick taste of her breast. After a couple licks, I opened my mouth and took in a larger portion of the luscious tit. Bev leaned into me and tilted her head back. I held her bare back while sucking harder on her nipple and taking nearly her entire breast into my mouth.

Bev moaned, then blindly…frantically…grabbed for my cock and squeezed it. The tip was almost sticking out from the top of my shorts now, but only Britney was in a position to see for sure. My head was buried in Bev's chest and her eyes were still closed. I bit her lightly and she moaned louder. This girl clearly loved having her tits played with. And I certainly didn't mind having my raging hard-on worked over by her small hand.

"God, you're going to make me cum, Uncle Steve," Bev finally said, starting to pull back slightly.

"You started this," I said, looking up at her.

Bev and Britney both took drinks. The glasses were just about empty, from what I could tell. I wondered to myself what was next. All I knew was that I wasn't going to initiate much—it was up to them to take it further or wait until tomorrow. My cock voted to take it further.

"Uncle Steve, we appreciate the drinks and all," Britney said from her seat on the bed, "But don't you think it's a little unfair that we're the only ones undressed?"

"Yeah," Bev agreed. "Get us half drunk and take advantage of us and then leave. Something's not right."

The whole time she was complaining in her mocking tone, Bev was slowly running her palm and down my shaft. When she was waiting for my reply, she even slipped her fingers inside the top of my shorts and made contact with the sensitive head of my cock.

"So you want me to take off my shirt?" I asked.

Bev didn't bother to answer. She was opening the button, then the zipper of my shorts. "Not exactly," she said, looking down at me with those tempting eyes of hers.

I was wearing tight fitting briefs and the outline of my hard cock was clearly in evidence. Bev only touched it once before pulling down on the top of the underwear to reveal my penis. It sprang free and pointed up like a tree trunk once she had the shorts and briefs half way down my thighs.

"Jesus," Britney sighed.

Bev didn't stop. She had me naked from the waist down in no time. She stood at my feet and took one last drink before looking over at her twin sister.

"Britney, I think we should thank Uncle Steve for buying our drinks this week. What do you think?"

"It's the least we can do," Britney said.

Bev moved to my right side and got on her knees. She motioned with her head for Britney to take the other side. A second later, my two topless teenage nieces were on either side of me, staring at my rigid erection.

"You really don't have to…," I began to say.

That's when both Bev and Britney touched my cock and leaned their heads in so that they both had room to put their mouths on it. The sensation of two tongues on either side of my penis caused me to bend backwards with my eyes closed. I clung to the edge of the chair and groaned as my cock disappeared for the first time into the wet, warm mouth of one of my nieces. I didn't even care who it was, but peeked anyway to see that it was Bev.

They alternated long, deep sucks while their hands played with the base of the cock and my balls. Britney was the first to comment on my salty precum: "Mmmmm, yummy. It's nice and salty after my drink. I love it."

I let them have their fun for a minute or two. I was surprised I lasted that long.

Then I said, "Uh, girls, I hate to interrupt you but I'm not sure I can last much longer. You can stop now."

Bev unwrapped her lips from around my shaft. "Nah. I want to see you cum. You can cum on my tits."

"Hey, what about me?" Britney complained.

Bev smiled. "Oh, OK."

They never stopped giving me the blowjob they were intent on finishing. If one was better than the other I couldn't tell. Soon, I was on the brink.

"Girls…this is your last chance…to stop," I managed to say between gasps.

"Before what?" Bev asked.

I thrust my hips forward. My balls contracted within Britney's hand. "Before…I cummmmmm."

I let out the longest, deepest, most intense sound I could ever remember making during sex. I opened my eyes just in time to see both of my nieces stroking my cock while aiming it directly at their chests. They kneeled directly in front of me now, waiting for the first blast of cum…which I felt rising from my balls.

A long, white stream of cum exploded from my cock and splattered across both of Bev's tits. The second shot got Britney, with the many subsequent blasts managing to add to the layers of cum on all four breasts. The girls' giggles and squeals of delight almost made me laugh, but the intense need to continue cumming won out. I surprised even myself with the number, and intensity, of spurts that flowed from my cock.

By the time it was over, cum dripped from each nipple and Bev was wiping a string of cum from her neck. She looked at her finger, then slowly sucked it clean and pulled it out.

"That is SO good," she murmured. "Wow, Uncle Steve. You REALLY cum a lot."

I wasn't sure I could talk. "You guys had something to do with that.""Can we do this again tomorrow?" Britney asked with a devilish grin.

I was pulling my briefs and shorts back on. "Jan is shopping on the next island all afternoon. How about if we plan on meeting in my cabin."

"I'll be really thirsty after being at the pool," Bev said as she emerged from the bathroom with towels for her and her sister.

"In bikinis?" I asked them.

"We promise," Bev said, wiping her tits clean as I watched.

###

The girls convinced my wife at breakfast that they would rather hang around the pool with the guys they had met the night before than go shopping. They were only half lying…the guy they met was me. When I said I'd rather spend the time at the fitness center, Jan seemed relieved that I wouldn't be there to prevent her from shopping as long as she wanted. Everybody was happy.

The morning seemed to drag on forever while I waited for my wife to leave the ship. When she said she wanted to eat lunch onboard first, and then leave, I wanted to kill her. But the four of us met up at the designated time and I couldn't complain about 'having' to eat with my nieces in their tight tank tops and shorts. It was so much more enjoyable knowing now what was hidden under the tops. I spent the entire meal flashing back to the night before. By the time we left I was semi-erect again.

Finally, Jan said she was getting her stuff to head for the island stores. I took that opportunity to get with the girls. They said they wanted a half hour at the pool first. I agreed and told them to meet me in my cabin when they were done. That would allow me to get the drinks and have them waiting for my nieces when they arrived.

"Remember your promise—bikinis," I said.

They agreed, knowing they were going to change into them for the pool anyway, and then hurried into their cabin. I changed into my boxer-style bathing suit, waited twenty minutes and then headed for the lounge. Soon, I was back in the cabin looking out over the balcony at the calm, blue ocean, waiting for my beautiful girls to arrive. A pair of tall, frosty glasses awaited them.

The tap on the door was almost too soft to hear. When I opened it, Bev and Britney stood in the hallway with beaming smiles.

"Time to party," Bev said.

I let them in and closed the door, staring at their tan, bikini clad bodies the entire time. The tops they wore tied in the back with no other straps. They clung snugly to the girls' breasts, leaving no doubt how they were shaped…or the size of the nipples. The bottoms—barely large enough to cover their pussies and asses—tied on both sides.

Britney turned to face me, saying, "Well? Do these meet the qualifications?"

"They are definitely bikinis," I conceded. "Very nice."

"Wow! Next time we do this we're getting a balcony, Britney." Bev was looking through the sliding glass door leading to the veranda. "Can we go out?"

"Of course," I said, following the girls outside.

They instantly stood at the railing looking in all directions, including straight down at the side of the ship and the water nine decks below. Their bikini bottoms began to disappear between the cheeks of their asses as they bent over, and my cock couldn't help but notice.

"This must be cool at night," Britney said. "When we're moving."

"It is. One of these times Jan goes to the show maybe you can come over," I said.

Bev was looking back into the cabin. "So, can I have my drink now?"

The naughty look in her eyes told me the fun was about to begin.

"As soon as you pay up," I said.

"We better go inside," Bev said to Britney. They both re-entered the cabin and I followed, taking a seat in the overstuffed chair closest to the balcony.

Bev seemed to enjoy playing the roll of stripper as she leisurely started to untie the top of her bikini.

"Hey. I thought I got to choose," I said.

Bev held her top in place as soon as I spoke. Both girls had concerned looks on their faces.

"Tops, please," I said, much to their relief.

I watched as Bev let her top gracefully fall off, revealing the perfect breasts I remembered from the night before. Britney was doing the same, about five seconds behind her sister. I switched my eyes to her just in time to see her tits come into full view. The bikini tops were tossed aside and they both eagerly grabbed a drink.

After their first long drink, Bev looked outside again and said, "Can we sit out there and get really good tans for a change?"

Luckily, the sun was shining brightly on the balcony. I grabbed a third chair for myself and followed them back outside. Bev and Britney sank into the chairs already out there, spreading their legs out in the process. A round table in the middle of them held the drinks. I felt my cock react again to the sight of the two girls stretched out, wearing nothing more than tiny strips of material between their legs.

Metal dividers separated our balcony from the ones on either side. But it wouldn't have taken much effort by anyone in close proximity to see us. I didn't care if the girls didn't.

Bev pointed out towards the nearby island. "I wonder if anybody with binoculars is looking at us?" she asked.

"Or on that boat?" Britney said while pointing at a yacht as it lazily floated by in the distance.

"Would you like that?" I asked.

Britney shrugged, but smiled a little. Bev said, "Kind of. If it was a good looking dude."

"A young, rich one," Britney added.

"Well, that rules me out," I said, looking at the yacht.

"You're different. You're allowed to look any time you want," Bev said, once again using the straw in her drink to simulate her superlative sucking and licking skills.

"I'm not sure I'd want to share you two with anybody," I said. After hesitating, I added, "But if I did, I'd want to watch."

The girls giggled. I noticed their drinks were already about half gone. I wondered if last night was a once-in-a-lifetime thing or if new adventures awaited us.

We managed to find stuff to talk about for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. The hot sun pounded down on us and I thought I noticed a deepening of the girls' tans, especially around the breasts. Neither one looked like they sunburned, which eased my mind a little. I didn't want anything interfering with my ability to savor those lovely tits.

"I'm almost done," Bev said, holding up her glass to look through it. "What about you, Britney? Could you go for another one?"

Britney had a nervous, tentative grin that clearly showed she was thinking about the consequences. "I'm awfully thirsty still," she said.

"Me, too," Bev answered. They looked at each other some more. This was going to be Britney's call. There was little doubt which way Bev was leaning.

"It's going to cost us, you know," Britney said.

"I think it's worth it."

Britney nodded. I didn't think she wanted to be the one to say it. But she did. "OK. We'll take two more," she said to me.

I smiled. "I'll be right back."

I said a little prayer of thanks as I entered the hallway and saw nobody coming towards me. My cock was pressing against my swimsuit just hard enough to be noticeable. By the time I got to the stairwell, I was back to 'normal'. I bought the drinks and headed back to the cabin, almost shaking with anticipation.

Once inside, I almost didn't know what to do. The girls hadn't moved and I placed the two full glasses next to their empty ones. I wondered what they had talked about while I was gone. Were they scheming? Talking about young, rich dudes on yachts?

"These are really good today," Britney said, looking at the drinks.

"Especially out here in the sun," Bev added. She ran her hand over one bare breast, then the other…lingering at the nipples. She looked at me with that sexy look of hers.

"We shouldn't let them go to waste," Britney said seriously. I had come to love her sense of humor, always dry and quick.

Bev stood up, took her new drink, and said, "Let's go inside."

Britney followed, with me close behind. I left the sliding door open, but reached for the curtain that slid in front of it.

"No. Leave it open," Bev said. "OK?"

Her intent was perfectly clear. When Britney didn't protest, I felt a surge of excitement flow through me like never before. It was a side of them I didn't expect. Although nothing should have surprised me any more.

I sat back down in my chair. I didn't need to speak and they didn't need to be told. There was no choosing to be done. A second piece…the only piece left…had to come off.

In unison, Bev and Britney pulled on the strings tying together both sides of their bikini bottoms. I saw the small patches of material separate from their bodies. They dangled in front of the girls' pussies for a second or two, then were pulled away.

No amount of my imagination could have possibly created two more perfect bodies than the ones standing a few feet in front of me. I stared with no embarrassment whatsoever. I loved my wife and thought she was beautiful, but the eighteen year old girls I was looking at were in another class altogether. I studied every curve; marveled at the skin.

They each had very narrow strips of closely shaven dark hair directly above their clits. Just a patch. The rest of their pussies were as clean and smooth as anywhere else I could see.

I don't know how long they stood there before I said, "Turn around, please."

They obeyed as if I had some sort of control over them, which of course I did not. Maybe they wanted to show me. I hoped that was the case.

What I saw were two small, tight asses with cheeks that gently curved up from their legs. They stood with their legs together so I didn't have a clear view of the back of their pussies, but this was sufficient.

They turned back around simultaneously.

"Wow," I exclaimed. "You two are…uh…gorgeous."

"Time to drink," Bev said, breaking the silence that followed my statement.

Each girl took a glass and sat on the couch. Britney pulled her legs up under her while Bev put her feet back on the table…still with her legs together, unfortunately. It took another minute or so to completely get used to the sight of their naked bodies.

"I think these are stronger than last night," Britney said, taking a long sip.

"Yeah. I'm feeling it pretty good right now," Bev said.

"Many more and you'll be getting naked or something," Britney said.

"Or something." Bev looked at me for a reaction.

My cock was doing my speaking for me. I could tell from her eyes that Bev already noticed.

"Poor Uncle Steve. We've been making him very uncomfortable this cruise," she said.

"Yeah," Britney agreed. "But I would have been disappointed if he wasn't hard now."

"You don't have to worry. I may never be soft again if you walk around like that," I assured her. "I'm a very lucky guy."

Bev suddenly took her feet off the table and stood up. Britney and I watched her walked toward the balcony. She stopped at the open door. "Maybe we need to do this for a bigger audience, Britney," she said.

"I'm not sure I have quite that much courage, yet," Britney admitted.

"Just think of all the guys on that island, or on the boats out there, getting hard and jerking off to our naked bodies." Bev was staring off into the distance, her feet spread beneath her as if to show off even more of her young pussy.

My cock strained against the suit, eventually getting stiff enough to point up toward the waistband.

"What do you think, Uncle Steve?" Bev asked me without turning around. "Do you think anybody's watching?"

I stood up and moved behind her. I got close enough to let my hard cock brush against her ass. Then I put my hands around her and covered her breasts with my palms. I felt her nipples harden.

"I think a man would be crazy not to want to see you naked. Either one of you."

I rolled Bev's nipples between my thumbs and fingers. First she moaned, then pressed her ass harder against my cock. Warm air rushed over us as the wind picked up, reminding us we were inches from the outdoors. My hand instinctively fell over her stomach, past her navel and onto the patch of hair above her clit. That's when I stopped, uncertain of whether to continue or not.

Bev didn't move at first. Then her legs separated an inch or two farther apart. My hand slid down and my fingers were at her pussy, my palm against her clit. I clutched at her breast with my other hand. I heard her sigh loudly right before my finger found the opening to her pussy.

She was damp, not quite wet. I didn't insert the finger—just collected the moisture and ran it up over her clit.

"Oh, God. Yes," Bev hissed.

I rubbed her gently, but found myself pushing my cock against her a little harder the more she responded to my touch. I could feel my shaft nestled between the cheeks of her ass, resting on the top of her crack. I desperately wanted my suit out of the way.

Apparently Britney caught those thought waves, because she stood up and walked behind me. Before I could react, Britney was pulling down on my swimsuit. I pulled back to let them free of Bev's ass, then felt them being yanked down my legs and off my feet.

The moment I was naked I put my cock back on Bev's ass. Her bare skin was cool against my warm erection. The feeling stimulated me so much I moved my hand back down to her pussy and rammed a single finger deep inside her.

"Ahhhh, fuck," she cried out.

Now she was soaking wet and I began fucking her with my finger. At the same time, Britney was pressed against me from behind, firmly stroking my cock. I felt her hard nipples on my back and her pussy on my ass. I had never before experienced so many different sensations in so many different parts of my body at one time. It seemed to all collect in my cock, which wanted to explode.

"Have you ever wanted to fuck in public?" I whispered into Bev's ear.

"Not until now."

"Liar," I said softly.

She half-laughed, but her moaning got in the way. "Well, maybe once."

"Do you want to?"

I removed my wet finger from her pussy and rubbed her clit. Her body stiffened. I kneaded her breast. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" I said into her ear.

"Yes, I want to fuck!"

She practically yelled it. I was so hard it hurt. Then I thought about Britney and the pleasure she was giving me. How could I satisfy them both?

I let go of Bev. Britney removed her hand when she felt me move. I grabbed the handle of the sliding glass door and closed it, with both girls looking on anxiously.

"Britney, put your back on the door," I ordered.

She quickly did as I said with Bev moving aside. Britney's beautiful naked body faced us.

"Bev, get on your knees." She did so, with her face directly in front of her sister's pussy. "I want you to make her cum. I want it to be long and hard. Eat her until she screams."

"But…I…," Bev started to say.

"Do it!"

When Bev moved her face between Britney's legs, Britney spread like they'd been doing this their entire lives. I watched Bev nervously place her mouth near Britney's clit, then began licking. That's when I moved behind Bev and spread her legs. I took a quick look at her wet pussy before placing the tip of my cock at the entrance to her hole.

I waited for the head of my cock to enter her, then thrust forward. Bev's face was buried against Britney, who slammed backwards against the glass door. Both girls moaned with satisfaction as my cock drove like a piston in and out of Bev's pussy.

She was extremely tight, but wet enough to easily accept my cock. As much as I enjoyed their mouths and hands on me, nothing was this good.

"They're watching, girls. Everybody's watching you have sex," I panted.

Britney's eyes were clenched shut, expressions of pleasure showing up each time her sister plunged her tongue inside her pussy or dragged it across her clit. Bev held Britney by the ass, pulling her closer to her face. I just kept fucking her, hearing her moans grow louder each minute.

I reached down and found Bev's clit. I heard her muffled squeal when I rubbed her and drove my cock in even deeper and faster. I prayed that her admission to my wife that she was on the pill was right, because I was about to cum inside her.

Surprisingly, to me anyway, Britney was the first to start cumming.

"Oh, God, Bev. Yes! Yes! Right there."

Her hand was on the back of Bev's head, holding her in place. Her face contorted and her mouth hung open.

"Yes! Now! I'm cumming!"

I watched intently as the young girl drove her body forward, trying to fuck Bev's face. Bev hung on valiantly while Britney came in waves. I could only imagine the sweet juices that Bev must have tasted as Britney orgasmed again and again.

That was enough for me. Without any warning, other than frantic grunts, I rammed into Bev and slapped my body against her ass. The first shot of cum poured out endlessly, followed by another thick load.

"Yes! Cum in me, Uncle Steve!"

I filled Bev's pussy until I felt it flowing out and, presumably, down her thighs. I saw Bev put her hand on her clit, then scream out, "Now! Yessssss!"

I held onto her hips as she came. Her head was nearly down on the floor now, her ass pointed up at me. That made it much easier to continue fucking her and she came long and hard, louder and louder with each orgasm. Her muscles continued to clamp down on my cock, keeping me hard throughout the entire ordeal. I could have gone on but she begged me to stop after a while.

I pulled out and the three of us tried to recover. Bev stayed on the floor and I leaned against Britney on the door, kissing her softly.

"Oh…my…God," we heard Bev mumble below us.

"Enjoy it?" I asked Britney quietly.

"It was wonderful. Thank you," she said, kissing me again.

"Hey, no fair kissing," Bev said.

"Then get up here," I told her.

She struggled to her feet and I hugged her, kissing her passionately. "How about your sister?" I asked Bev.

She understood my meaning and, after a second's hesitation, the sisters kissed each other while I looked on and smiled."So, was that your first threesome?" I asked my two nieces.

"Yes!" they responded in unison, looking at me like it was the stupidest question they'd ever been asked.

"And your first lesbian experience?"

"Yes," Britney said.

"Of course," Bev replied at the same time.

"Would you do it again?" I asked them.

They didn't answer so quickly this time. They looked at each other and giggled.

"Do you mean a threesome or lesbian sex?" Britney finally inquired.

"Either one."

They hesitated some more before finally nodding shyly.

"I thought so. I didn't hear any complaints," I said.

My twin, eighteen year old nieces sat on their beds in the tiny cabin of a cruise ship. They were in their sexiest bikinis, the ones they wore earlier in the day when I hosted them in my cabin while my wife shopped on shore. As had been our deal from the second day of the cruise, each alcoholic drink I got them cost them one piece of clothing. In this case, two drinks each were purchased with the top, and then the bottom, of their bikinis.

Being the beautiful young women that they are, I had found it a little too tempting and we ended up in a very enjoyable threesome.

"Uncle Steve, we were talking right before you came in," Bev said. She was always the less inhibited of the twins, so I knew something serious was up. "We...uh...both really, really liked it when I made Britney cum."

"I'm glad," I said, suspecting there was more to come.

Bev paused, then said, "We'd like to, um, maybe try it with another woman."

"Great. I doubt that two girls as beautiful as you would have trouble finding a volunteer on a ship with probably a thousand other women on it," I said.

"Well, we have a specific woman in mind," Britney chimed in.

My eyes widened. "Oh, yeah? Who?"

Neither one seemed to want to answer. Finally, Bev said, "Aunt Jan."

I nearly fell off my chair. Their Aunt Jan was my wife. "What!? Are you kidding?"

Both girls looked frightened, as if they had just broken something expensive in a store. I wasn't mad—I was shocked.

"We just thought...," Britney tired to say.

"You want to...to...have sex with Jan?"

I thought they were going to break out in tears, so I quickly went into repentant mode. "I'm sorry. I'm not mad. It's just that...God, I didn't expect you to say that."

Bev spoke for the twins: "She's so pretty and nice and we feel kind of guilty that she can't enjoy what we're doing."

"I think I've created two monsters," I said. "No wonder the drinking age on here is twenty one."

The girls giggled.

"How do you propose we get her to agree to this?" I asked seriously.

The twins shrugged. "We thought maybe you could work that out."

"ME? You want ME to set up a threesome between my wife and my twin nieces?"

"We'll let you watch," Britney said.

All three of us burst into laughter that was heard halfway down the hallway. When I could talk again, I said, "Damn right, I'd want to watch. But to tell you the truth, I'm afraid this may have to happen without me. I seriously doubt that Jan will have anything to do with it if I'm around. I'm thinking you're going to have to 'sneak up' on her, if you know what I mean."

Both girls nodded.

"Can you try to arrange it somehow?" Bev asked.

I thought for a second. "Maybe. This will take some thinking. And if we pull this off you will owe me big time. BIG time."

"We'll worry about that later," Britney said. "Please, Uncle Steve. We really want this."

She batted her luscious eyelids, knowing I'd cave in to that. Her sister started to pull her bikini top away from her beautiful breast.

"OK. OK. I'll talk to you later tonight or tomorrow morning."

###

"Are you having fun?" I asked Jan as we lay naked in bed, my hand caressing her breast.

"Absolutely. How about you?" she asked, rolling more onto her back so I had better access to her chest.

"It's been great." I felt her hand touch my cock and it twitched in response. "Have you made any new friends?"

"Oh, not many."

I rolled her nipple between my fingers. "I thought maybe you would have found a female friend or two, there's so many around."

"I should be asking you that question," she said, clutching my cock a little harder the longer my erection got.

"There are some beautiful women on board."

The foreplay continued without any discussion for a minute or two. I sucked on the breast closest to me, causing the nipple to rise dramatically.

"Have you ever thought about being with a woman?" I asked while taking a break from her tit.

"What? Are you kidding?" Her head snapped around to me quickly.

"No. I'm serious. Have you ever wanted to have sex with another woman?"

Her hesitation gave me hope. "Well, I've thought about it, but I wouldn't say I've ever WANTED to."

"I just thought this would be a great opportunity for you to try it. No strings attached. You'd never see her again," I reasoned.

She frowned. "Just like a man. You do realize we need more than just a quick fuck to make us happy, don't you?"

I moved my hand to her pussy. She spread her legs. Jan was already wet and I used the dampness to rub her clit. She stiffened and moaned.

"Haven't you ever wanted a beautiful woman to touch you...kiss you...lick you all over?"

I rubbed her clit harder. Her hips rose from the bed.

"Just imagine a woman's face buried in your pussy, sucking on your clit and sticking her tongue deep inside you."

I pushed two fingers as far into her hole as I could.

"Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me, Steve."

I rolled on top of her. "Imagine a babe on top of you, her big tits hanging down waiting for you to take them into your mouth."

I saw her lick her lips, her eyes closed. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her hole and drove it in almost violently.

"Ahhhhh. Fuck! Yesssss!"

The bed slammed against the wall as I fucked Jan fast and hard. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her up. Then I put my hands under her ass and repeatedly thrust my cock into her. As I suspected, she came in a matter of seconds. But it seemed different. The orgasm lasted longer and seemed more intense. I wondered what she was thinking about.

###

"OK, girls. I've got her thinking about it," I told Bev and Britney when we were alone after breakfast the next day.

"She said it was OK?" Bev asked excitedly.

"Well, we didn't talk about you guys specifically. Just the topic in general. She's at least thought about sex with a woman before," I explained.

The girls looked a little confused. "So how do we get her to do it with us?" Britney asked.

"Listen—I can't do everything for you. What I suggest is you find a time to be alone with her in our cabin and then work on her. Make her not want to refuse it," I said.

"You mean seduce her?" Bev said.

"You gotta do what you gotta do."

The smile came back to Britney's face. "This might be fun."

I told them I'd find an excuse to be gone all afternoon. It was up to them to do the rest. We separated with smiles on our faces and excitement about what lie ahead.

From what I could tell, Jan was happy to be able to spend time with the girls. They were her sister's kids and she'd been close to them their entire lives. She was jealous of the eighteen year olds' long, dark hair and incredible thin bodies. Jan wouldn't admit it, but she could live with the incredible thin bodies a little better if the girls also didn't have perfect breasts and asses.

Not that Jan was a hag. For a thirty eight year old woman, she had a good figure herself. Her breasts were still firm and full and she'd kept her weight at or below what a woman her age should be. She had short blonde hair that looked amazingly sexy when it was messed up a bit...like in bed.

When the time came, I kissed Jan and told her I'd be back on board the ship long before dinner. She slapped me on the butt and said, "Stay out of trouble."

"Same to you," I replied as I walked out the door.

Across the hall in the twins' cabin, they were changing into their most revealing tank tops and shortest, tightest shorts. Fifteen minutes later they were knocking on Jan's cabin door. Soon after that they were on their way to the theater for a workshop on what to shop for at the next island.

When it was over and they were leaving the show, Jan asked, "So what now? Where do you want to go?"

"How about your cabin?" Britney said. "I'd love to sit on your balcony and get some sun."

"Sounds good to me," Jan said, and they headed for the cabin with one stop along the way to buy sodas.

Once inside the room they quickly headed for the balcony, which was brightly lit by the warm Caribbean sun. Both girls silently thought about what had happened on this same balcony just twenty four hours earlier. Britney looked at the sliding glass door to see if any reminders of the encounter with me remained. She was almost disappointed that it was clean.

They chatted for nearly half an hour, watching activity in the busy island port from their deck nine terrace. The afternoon sun got even hotter as it moved across the sky. It gave Bev the occasion she was waiting for to begin the seduction.

"Aunt Jan, is it OK if Britney and I take off our tops...to take advantage of this sun? We're getting really awful tan lines," Bev said.

Jan smiled, then looked around. "I don't know. We're kind of out in the open here."

"Nobody will see," Britney whined. "Anybody out there would need a telescope to see my flat chest anyway." She waved out over the open water.

"I was thinking more about the other cabins," Jan said, looking at the metal walls that separated one balcony from another.

"C'mon, Aunt Jan. We'll hear if anybody else is outside. Please," Bev begged.

Jan didn't want to let down the girls. "Well, OK. Just for a little while. Don't get burned."

Almost before Jan was done talking, Bev and Britney were pulling their tops off and laying them on the balcony floor. Despite her reservations, Jan caught herself gawking at the flawless breasts on her twin nieces. As the girls leaned back in their chairs, Jan compared the dual sets of ample tits with their bright pink nipples and small, dark areolas. An unexpected tingle rippled between her legs at the sight of the beautiful topless teenagers. Jan looked away, scolding herself for reacting the way she did.

Bev and Britney noticed the long stare they got from their aunt and smiled at each other when they knew she wasn't looking. The plan might work after all, they thought.

A few minutes later, Bev said, "Aren't you going to join us?"

"Nah, I don't think so. I'm not as brave...or as young...as you girls," Jan said shyly.

"Ah, c'mon. How many chances do you get to do this?" Britney asked.

Jan just shook her head and timidly grinned. The idea of a little exhibitionism stimulated her, she had to admit. But what about the cabins next to them? What if somebody above leaned over?

"Nobody will see," Bev said, as if reading her mind.

When Jan still hesitated, Bev decided it was time to take things into her own hands...literally. She got up and walked behind Jan's chair. Jan looked back over her shoulder, wondering what her niece was up to. Then she felt the teenager's hands on her shoulders and upper arms, moving over the thin straps of Jan's top. She froze when Bev lowered her hands down the top of her chest.

Still on the outside of Jan's shirt, Bev stopped when her fingers touched Jan's breasts. They were obviously bare under the top and easily molded themselves to Bev's caressing fingers. Then Bev slid the hands up and inside the thin top. Once she touched the soft skin of Jan's breasts, she stopped.

"Britney and I would really like to see you, Aunt Jan. Forget about anybody else."

Bev's hands were now completely engulfing the tips of Jan's tits, massaging the nipples with her palms. Britney looked on intently, the wetness in her pussy increasing with each move Bev made.

"Bev, this isn't...I mean, you shouldn't be...," Jan stammered.

Bev turned her hands, clutched at the material of her aunt's shirt, and pulled it up. Jan gasped as her top rose above her breasts, but still found herself raising her arms to let Bev pull it completely off.

"There. How hard was THAT?" Bev said proudly.

Jan felt completely naked, unsure what to do with her arms.

"Now relax," Bev told her. "Enjoy it."

Jan was too embarrassed to look directly at Britney, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Britney watching them. She wondered if she was the only one getting hornier by the second.

Bev unexpectedly returned her hands to Jan's breasts from behind. "Do you like that? Does Uncle Steve play with your tits a lot?"

Jan watched her niece roll her nipples, knead her breasts, and otherwise driver her crazy. "I don't think that's a question a niece should be asking her aunt," Jan responded softly.

"These are things Britney and I think about," Bev said. "So do you?"

How could she deny it when her nipples were about to burst from the ends of her ultra-sensitive tits? She didn't want to moan...to close her eyes...to lean back and seemingly enjoy it. She didn't want to answer.

"Yes."

The word came out before Jan could prevent it. She tried to take it back like it was a physical object, but it was too late.

Bev increased her attention to the breasts. She let her own tits rest against the top of Jan's back.

"Does he lick them?" Bev asked.

Jan could only nod.

"Does he suck on the nipples until you can feel it in your pussy?"

Jan opened her mouth as if to protest. Bev squeezed the nipples harder.

"Yes." Jan's voice cracked on the simple word.

"Have you ever thought about a woman doing it to you?" Bev asked.

Jan's mind flashed back to the night before when she was asked the same question. She had no reason to believe it was anything but a coincidence. She remembered she answered that she HAD thought about it. And that's how she felt now. Maybe there was something to it, she thought.

But this was her eighteen year old niece she was talking to.

"No."

Bev moved to Jan's side. "I bet you have."

Their eyes met for the first time since Bev started playing with her aunt. Then Jan let her eyes wander down to the girl's breasts. How could anybody—man or woman—not get excited by this angel?

Before Jan could react, Bev leaned over the arm of the chair and put her lips on Jan's nipple. She let it slide between her lips, then slid her tongue over it. After a couple licks, Bev opened her mouth and took in more of the breast.

"Bev...no, Bev," Jan protested.

But Jan's body was saying 'Yes'. The harder Bev licked and sucked, the wetter she got. Bev placed her hand on Jan's thigh, who then instinctively spread her legs. Bev never took her mouth from the breast. At the same time, she raised her hand up Jan's leg, under her shorts, until reaching Jan's panties. She let her long fingers find the edge of her aunt's pussy and gently pushed in on the panties.

"No, Bev. No!"

The teenager felt how wet Jan was. She pressed down and followed the outline of Jan's pussy until reaching her clit. Bev heard her aunt try to catch her breath as she rubbed it with the material of her panties.

"No!" Then Jan said, "Not here."

Bev smiled to herself. "Inside? Where we can be alone?"

Jan nodded, relieved to have her niece no longer sucking her breast or playing with her clit.

Bev stepped back and Jan stood up. "Come on, Britney. We're moving inside," Bev told her sister.

Inside the cabin, Jan pulled the sliding door shut and pulled the drapes completely across. The sunlight kept the room dimly lit, even with the drapes closed. It was perfect lighting for lovemaking. When she turned back around, the two girls were standing at the foot of the bed. Their expressions, alone, drew Jan towards them. She trembled inside the closer she got.

Jan stopped directly in front of her nieces. Bev and Britney each reached out a hand and touched one of Jan's breasts. They let their fingers glide over her skin. Neither one pinched or clutched or grabbed. They just touched...lovingly.

Together, they leaned down and sucked on the breast they were touching. Jan tried not to moan out loud, but having both breasts attacked at once was nearly too much. Then she felt a hand—Bev's—unbuttoning her shorts and pulling down the zipper. The shorts fell to the floor and Jan stepped out of them. Neither girl ever let a breast leave her mouth.

Two young hands instantly found Jan's pussy and fought for space on top of their aunt's panties. It didn't take long for the panties to be pulled down and both girls were preparing to feast on the exposed treat.

"Wait," Bev interrupted. "Lay down, Aunt Jan."

Jan gladly leaned back on the bed and took the weight off her unsteady legs. She slid up the bed slightly and watched the girls climb on next to her. They both headed for Jan's pussy and she spread her legs in anticipation.

The girls giggled when their head collided above the glistening, neatly shaven pussy. Then they managed to get their faces situated in such a way that both tongues had access to the whole area. Jan gripped the bed spread when one tongue entered her hole and the other found her clit.

"Oh, God. Oh, God!" Jan cried out.

She didn't know why or how, but the first female tongues to touch her pussy were better than any man she'd ever had. Jan flung her head back and enjoyed the double sensation. She wasn't sure how long she could hold out, but she wanted it to last forever.

So many feelings were flooding through her pussy that Jan didn't notice at first when Bev moved up to her breast. But as soon as the teenager started sucking on her delicate nipple, Jan realized things had changed. It was hard to tell which was better until Britney started alternating between Jan's clit and hole while Bev attended to her breast. THAT was best—all three at once.

"No. Girls, no! You're going to make me cum," Jan moaned.

"Just relax," Bev said between licks. "Let yourself go."

Jan was raising and lowering her pussy like she was fucking. Instead, it was Britney's tongue that was buried inside her, flicking against every side of her hole. Jan could have lasted another minute or two if Britney hadn't moved up to her clit.

Oh, God. No. Nooooo!"

Jan could fight it all she wanted, but there was no stopping the orgasm that was about to erupt. She stopped telling herself it was all wrong and hung onto the bed spread. She cried out when her insides finally released the orgasm that had been building. Bev and Britney heightened their assaults on Jan's body. Bev bit down on her nipples and Britney put the engorged clit between her lips. Jan grunted, groaned and rolled on the bed uncontrollably.

A full minute later Jan was struggling to get away from the girls, especially Britney and the tongue that insisted on finding its way inside her pussy.

"Stop. Please, stop," Jan said in a hoarse voice.

Her nieces reluctantly pulled back and looked down on their aunt. They noticed her disheveled hair and the beads of sweat on her brow. They saw the moisture around her breasts and between her legs. She was sexy even then.

"Wow," Bev said. "That was awesome. Did you like it?"

Jan chuckled one time and smiled. "Yeah. You could say that."

"Can we do it again?" Britney asked.

"I owe both of you. So...yes," Jan replied.

###

"What happened then?" I asked the girls as we sat in their cabin after dinner.

They were dressed in t-shirts and shorts again, same as me. Except my shorts were lying open so I could rub my throbbing cock through my boxers.

"We're not telling until you pull out that cock," Bev demanded.

I gladly reached through the slit in front and let me cock stand at attention. A drop of precum seeped from the tip after listening to the girls describe their session with my wife.OK. Go on," I said with my hand firmly around my erection.

"Well, it took a minute or two for Aunt Jan to recover. Then I took her hand and put it on my tit," Bev said with obvious excitement. "She tried to pull it back, but I held her by the wrist and forced her to play with it."

I slowly stroked my cock, knowing I was in for a long story and not wanting to cum right away. I smiled at Britney's unabashed staring at my masturbation.

"Pretty soon she was squeezing me and playing with my nipple on her own," Bev continued. "It felt great. She knew just how hard to pull and twist it...like she'd done it before, but she said she hadn't."

I saw Britney put her hand on top of her shirt, directly on her breast. She mimicked every description Bev gave.

"Aunt Jan was looking at me like she really wanted to put it in her mouth, so I said it was OK. I said, 'Go ahead. I want to feel your tongue on me.'"

I pumped my cock a little faster. Britney rolled her nipple under her shirt.

Bev went on. "Then she finally leaned over and put her mouth on my tit. She only licked it at first, so I put my hand on the back of her head and almost forced her to open wide and take it in. As soon as she did, she began sucking and licking. She even put her hand at the bottom of my tit and held it up while she sucked on it."

Britney's hand was inside her shirt now, frantically massaging her beautiful tit.

"I fell back onto the bed and Aunt Jan came right down with me and kept licking my nipple," Bev said. "Britney took the other one in her mouth. It was great."

I let go of my cock. I was on the brink of cumming and really wanted to hear the rest of Bev's story.

"After a minute or two, Britney took off my shorts. I didn't have panties on and the cool air felt great on my hot pussy," Bev said. "I was pretty sure Aunt Jan wouldn't eat me. It would have been OK if she hadn't. But I saw her watching Britney with her head buried between my legs and I think she decided she wanted to do that, too."

This was too much. Britney had her hand inside her shorts, leaning back on the edge of her bed. I went over to her and, in seconds, had her naked. Bev had stopped talking while she watched us.

"Go on," I said. "We're listening."

"Well, uh, Aunt Jan moved down and Britney stopped licking long enough to say, 'Go ahead. She tastes great.'"

I pulled down my boxers and spread Britney's legs. She was flat on her back looking up at me in anticipation. "Do you want it hard?" I asked her.

"Yes. Fuck me as hard as you can," Britney told me.

I forcefully shoved my cock into her and listened to her moan. Then I looked over at Bev: "Keep going."

"Aunt Jan, like, didn't lick me right away. She touched me first...both in the pussy and then on my clit. Finally, she lowered her head and I felt her tongue on my clit. God, I almost came right away," Bev said.

I was fucking her sister as hard as I'd ever fucked anybody. Her long legs were wrapped around my waist as my cock slammed into her. The sound of our bodies smacking together echoed in the little room when Bev wasn't talking.

"She licked me for a little while before finally putting her tongue at the entrance to my pussy. I put my hand on her head again and pulled her forward. Her tongue went deep inside me and I felt her licking all around."

"Oh, fuck. Fuck! Harder, Uncle Steve!" Britney cried out.

"I wouldn't let her go," Bev said. "I held her there until I was ready to cum. Britney had moved up to my tit at that point and the two of them drove me crazy. Then I told them I was ready to cum. Aunt Jan never stopped eating me."

I felt my own orgasm building. Britney was obviously close. She rubbed her clit and shrieked, "Yessssss! Yessssss!"

"I had one of the best orgasms I've ever had," Bev said in an uneven voice. She was clearly affected by the fucking going on next to her. "I must have cum five times, and I kept trying to push my pussy deeper into Aunt Jan's mouth. She held me by the ass and sucking on my clit until I thought I'd die."

A gush of cum flew out of my cock into Britney's pussy. I started a series of long, hard, violent thrusts. Each one produced another long stream of cum. Britney's pussy tightened around me as she came and I felt her body trembling as our orgasms continued.

Bev just sat and stared, apparently content with ending her story and watching us. I was still half-erect when I pulled out of Britney and yanked up my boxers. My niece stayed on the bed, eyes closed, attempting to catch her breath.

"Holy shit," Bev said as if to herself.

"You shouldn't talk like that," I said with a smile.