Camping with the Twins Pt. 02

All characters are 18 or older

Chapter 1

Sarah sat on the edge of her pool, her feet dangling in the water. She nursed a beer as she looked at the sunset. Its red and orange hues streaked across the sky in vivid detail as her sons, Cameron and Tim, grilled dinner. She looked at her twin sons wistfully, their casual posture belying athletic frames. They wore t-shirts and bathing suits, and it struck her as odd to see them clothed like this in the back yard. She wore a bikini, not too revealing, but it felt foreign on her, something she had not worn in a year since discovering her sons.

The "discovery," as she called it, had happened on accident, pent up lust and close proximity in a tent during a family camping trip. Her boys had touched her, explored her, and changed her life. Since then they shared her daily, rutting like animals in heat, filling her with their lust. She had surrendered to them wholly, and it seemed at any time one of them would lift her skirt or unbutton her jeans from behind, pushing her panties to the side and taking her. Then the other, always ready, would follow suit. She had been the constant focus of their endless desire; it was heaven, she mused.

There were some unintended, and welcome, side effects to their lifestyle. Always a curvy woman, she had toned up and looked better than ever from their constant, vigorous fucking. She felt more confident, and her business was doing better than ever from that new attitude. And her boys, her wonderful sons, were happy, content to indulge their primal desires.

As she looked upon them she felt an energy, a hot desire stir like a flood inside her. She had to clamp her legs together to control it. The boys were joking with each other, laughing boisterously, and what she wanted to do right then was pull them away from the grill, sink to her knees, and take their cocks in her mouth. Their manhoods, as identical as they, were average in length but thick, and she loved the solidity as she held them in her hands at the same time. But her desires would have to wait.

She stood up, stretching, and gave them one last, longing look before heading inside. She paused by the back door, peeling her bikini bottom forward a bit. She was soaking wet, and glad her bikini was black to hide it. She shuddered with desire, and then adjusted her suit and went back into the house.

"Come on, Sally," she said as she reached the guest bedroom. Behind the door her younger sister spoke.

"I can't, I look awful."

Sarah sighed. Over the last year, where Sarah and the twins discovered every inch of each other, Sally had gone through a bitter divorce. When Sarah had gotten a divorce in several years ago, Sally and their mother had been unrelenting in their judgement. And now that it was Sally's turn, Sarah had invited her to stay with them and pick up the pieces of her life. Sally had been mortified by her sister's generosity in spite of how Sally had treated her, but had accepted the offer. Sally's presence was severely curtailing Sarah's enjoyment of her sons, but family was family and Sally needed help, financially and emotionally.

"Open the door, the boys are outside," Sarah said kindly. After a moment the lock clicked and Sarah entered the bedroom. Sally stood, covering her body with her hands. She wore one of Sarah's bikinis, white and blue striped. It was, like the black one Sarah wore, neither too modest nor too revealing. "You look great," Sarah said.

"I look like a whale," Sally said, aghast. "I don't know what you've done in the last year to get fit, but I can't wear this. Don't you have something more, I don't know, more one piece or something? I didn't think to bring a bathing suit."

"I've got these two, and that's it," Sarah said. She neglected to add that she never wore them. While she didn't parade around the house naked all the time, she always swam naked. The twins, however much or little she wore, were seemingly in a constant state of arousal. The power of youth, she thought to herself. "I think you look fantastic," Sarah added, walking around her sister and giving her a good look. Sally was full figured, with a round ass that Sarah still retained. Sally's breasts were bigger, and she had a little bit of padding, but she was what her boys would call "thick" in a good way.

"I can't go out there in front of Tim and Cameron," Sally said. Sarah took her sister's hands off of her body and held them firmly.

"Yes you can, they're not going to mind," Sarah said. "Come one, I promise."

Sarah led her sister reluctantly downstairs. When she opened the back door she heard Sally's breath hitch. "Relax," she said. She led Sally outside. The boys looked up from the grill, grinning at them.

"See?" Sarah said. "I told you. Besides, the boys appreciate a woman with a figure."

"But I'm their aunt," Sally said.

Sarah stifled a laugh. "They are at an age where they appreciate a woman regardless of who it is, trust me."

"Even you?" Sally whispered conspiratorially. Sarah just smiled and headed to the pool. She slid into the water while Sally walked self consciously toward the grill. The boys were finishing up grilling dinner. She noticed them looking her over and it made her blush. Boys will be boys, she mused.

"You look great," Tim said, unprompted. Sally blushed. She had trouble telling them apart sometimes but Tim's watch band was blue and Cam's was green. Unless they swapped watches, she planned to use that system while she stayed with them.

"Yeah, wow," Cam agreed as he piled roasted vegetables onto a platter. Sally felt flush, and while she shouldn't, she admitted to herself she liked their praise. She found her hands on her hips, no longer covering her body as she spoke to them.

Dinner was full of laughter, and Sally was on her third beer and feeling giddy. The twins had ditched their t-shirts to swim for a bit and Sally admired their toned bodies. She knew she shouldn't, but she still enjoyed the view. Her ex-husband had let himself go physically and emotionally, and she was happy to be around nice men, who happened to be good looking. They sat and talked and laughed as night fell. Eventually the only light came from the pool, and in the darkness she sipped her beer and felt warmth spread through her body.

"This is nice," Sally said. "I've been so stressed."

"I know what you need," Sarah said. "These boys are wizards with a back rub, trust me, you'll be jelly when they're done, and you won't feel any stress."

"Oh, I don't know," Sally said, suddenly self conscious. She had not been touched in any way by a man for a long time.

"Nonsense, relax," Sarah said. She motioned to Cam, who got up in and stood behind his mom as she sat on a deck chair. He placed his hands on her shoulders and got to work. Sarah closed her eyes and let her shoulders drop. She sighed gently as he rubbed her shoulders and neck.

Tim looked at Sally and smiled kindly. She sighed, "okay, okay." He patted her hand and said "just tell me if something isn't working."

"You don't mind?" She said.

"It would be my pleasure," he replied. He disappeared behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. His hands were warm and she felt her body stir as he slid his fingers along her tense muscles.

It was dark out, and the pool light made everything else almost impossible to see. They sat in silence for a while, with Cam working out knots in his mother's back. His hands moved down her back as he sat behind his mom in the deck chair. He slid his hands down her shoulder blades and, looking over to ensure his aunt was looking, he moved his hands gently to his mom's sides.

Sarah froze. She glanced sideways at her sister, and who was leaning back and lost in her own world as Cam's hands gently reached around and touched the sides of her breasts. She let him explore, her body reacting to his touch. Slowly he inched around, his fingers ever closer to her nipples. She suddenly moved forward and his hands retreated.

She turned and looked at him, and she stood up slowly and quietly. She nodded to her boys, and headed inside. Cameron followed her.

Sally heard them leaving but she was enjoying her back rub. Tim didn't seem to mind and she didn't mind letting him touch her back. She sighed, and felt his hands move deftly.

"This isn't tiring, is it?" She asked.

"Not at all, I'll keep going until you say stop or fall asleep," he said. She closed her eyes, enjoying herself. She had to admit, he was good at his job, and she also enjoyed the feeling of strong hands on her body. She chastised herself for that last part as it crossed her mind. Yet the thought was there, a seed planted deep in her mind. Tim was handsome, and his hands were on her, and that made her feel content.

Sarah had barely made it into the house before Cameron pressed his body against hers.

"Go quickly, I need you inside me," she said. She was suddenly against the wall, his body against hers. He freed his member, rock hard and dripping with lust, and pulled her bikini aside. She wanted it feral, animalistic, and Cam was happy to oblige. In the three days since Sally's arrival, she had had to sneak time with her boys, and only one at a time. It had been almost an entire day without sex, and Sarah was unaccustomed to it. Cam grunted softly as he probed the entrance of her pussy and gently thrust into her. He entered with a pop and Sarah gasped as he slid into her fully, filling her with his thick cock.

"Fuck me," she begged. There was no foreplay, no teasing. They had limited time and if Sally came in right now there'd be no explaining how why her son was pressed against her, buried deep inside her. Cam obliged, thrusting into her wildly. She was so wet that they fucked loudly despite making no vocal sounds. He held her tits with his hands as he pressed against her, slapping into her round but. His bathing suit was bunched around his knees, his bare ass thrusting.

Outside Tim knew Cameron was fucking their mom senseless. He knew he had to stall Sally for a while, and he didn't mind. He'd visit his mom tonight at some point and take his turn with her. He liked Sally, she seemed much nicer since her divorce. Besides, he enjoyed the view of her ample tits as he rubbed her shoulders. He was hard, thinking of his mother and looking at his aunt's cleavage. He wondered what her tits looked like unfettered by a bikini top.

As he massaged her he slowly moved over the top of her shoulders and gently massaged the soft skin under her collarbones. Sally was surprised as he rubbed the top of her chest. Tim seemed at ease, as if this was part of the plan or something he had done before. She felt that it was perhaps a bit too close to her tits, but she didn't stop him. She was enjoying herself, and didn't think her nephew would get much closer.

She sighed, feeling his fingers gently press the softness of her body. His hands seemed to stay in the same place yet were someone imperceptibly lower. Still not touching her tits, he was definitely closer to to them. He massaged her gently and she knew she should say something, or perhaps move slightly, or stop him. But she felt good, and she had not been touched like this in a long, long time. At some point she stopped thinking of Tim as her nephew, but as a strong, young man who's hands were now perilously close to touching her tits as he gently massaged her.

Sally felt the same heat between her legs and clamped them together in an effort to stop it. She sighed, and Tim's hands froze. She felt him about to retreat and she put her hands on his. She rested them there for a second, keeping him in place, and then her desires took over. She wanted, more than anything, for him to touch her intimately. She didn't know if that was his desire, or even his plan, but she was acting on instinct.

Tim felt his aunt's hands on his and knew he had gone too far. He hadn't intended on getting that close to her tits, but she was sighing at the right times and seemed to let him move south, so there he was. And now she had stopped him. He was about to retreat, to apologize, and then she surprised him. Gently she lifted his hands off of her chest and set them back down, cupping her ample tits. She pressed his hands against her breasts, squeezing his hands gently.

Just inside the house, pressed against the wall, Sarah was close to coming. Cameron's cock was hitting the front wall of her pussy in just the right place. Each thrust was like an electric jolt. She was panting, and he grunted softly in her ear like an animal. She peered outside the nearby window and saw the shadows of her sister and other son, still by the pool. She let herself go, and felt her orgasm take over.

"That's it, I'm coming," she whispered, her her pussy gripped her son's thick member as he continued to thrust into her, slapping against her ass. She whimpered and her body shook as her orgasm washed over her. Cam kept thrusting, feeling his mother's pussy grip his cock. She shuddered as he pressed against her. It had been too long since he had been inside her, robbed of opportunity by Sally's visit, and Cam lost control. He came, too, spurting deep inside his mother as they climaxed together.

Outside, Tim cupped his aunt's tits and she sighed, feeling their weight lift in his hands. He gently massaged them, scooting forward and pressing himself against her. She felt the stiffness and heat of his cock and worried that she had gone too far. Sally knew this was wrong, but it felt--she admitted--primal, like something deep inside her was unlocked. Was this how people, long before civilization placed rules on everything, behaved? Did aunts let their nephews touch them this way, pleasing them? As Tim expertly felt her tits, paying attention to her nipples, a flood of her wet desire escaped between her legs and she gasped. As if on cue, her nephew's right hand left her breast and moved down her stomach.

Sally knew she had to stop him, but she didn't want to. She wanted him to slide his fingers under her bikini, brush past her curly hair, and touch her damp lips. She wished so hard for it that when he did just that she sighed and felt tears coming from her eyes. She felt a man's touch, a man's lust, for the first time in years.

Inside, Cam was pulling out of his mother with a wet sound. Sarah straightened up, her face flush. She turned to head back outside, but Cam caught her arm. Before she could protest he scooped her into his arms and her resolved melted.

"I'm not done with you," he said with a grin. With her pussy dripping his cum, he carried her upstairs.

Tim's fingers slid down his aunt's wet pussy lips and parted them. He gently traced her clit as he traveled back up, and she panted heavily. Tim knew exactly what to do, and gently circled her clit in a strong, rhythmic motion while gently rubbing her left nipple with his other hand. Sally spread her legs, giving him access, hoping her would continue. He did, rubbing her faster, bringing her closer to orgasm. Sally no longer cared that this was her nephew pleasuring her. She needed to come.

At the same time she was aware that he was grinding against her, his turgid cock pressed against her soft ass. She marveled at the feeling but soon lost focus. She was coming. She moaned, a little louder than intended, and started to buck her hips. Tim didn't miss a beat, zeroing in on her clit and deftly bringing her over the edge. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against his erection, as she came.

In a moment of clarity she panicked with the thought that her sister would come out, or see her through the window. But at that moment Sarah was upstairs in her bedroom, her head hanging off of the bed as her son slowly slid his cock into his mother's mouth. Sally meanwhile stopped thrashing about and begged Tim to stop. He did, gently pulling his hands away. She turned to face him, her body on fire.

"Stand up," she said, and he did as she asked. She wanted to return the favor, and to see and feel the manhood that had been pressed against her. She pulled at his waistband and freed his cock, it's thick shaft throbbing with anticipation. She looked up at him and took it in her hands, stroking it, tentatively kissing the head and tasting his precum in the process.

She started to suck his cock, marveling at how thick it was. She wondered what was going through Tim's brain as his aunt sucked him off, she wondered if he was as shocked as she. But he didn't seem shocked. In fact, Tim seemed right at home. She worked his member deftly, the skills that had been so rusty suddenly reawakened in her. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, and tucked one strand behind her ear lovingly. She was so touched by the gestured that she was surprised when he grunted softly and started to come.

It had been a long time since that had happened to Sally, and she was taken aback as his cock spurt cum onto her lips. She flinched, and the second and third spurts hit her chest. She kept stroking him, letting him plaster her with his seed. She was amazed by how much he came, still spurting as she held his cock in her hand. He finally stopped, and she stood next to him, his dick hanging outside of his bathing suit like an angry, spent serpent.

"I think this should be our secret," she said quietly. Tim nodded, dazed. She wiped the cum from her lips and kissed him on the cheek. "I need to clean up and go to bed." She grabbed a towel and cleaned herself off before heading inside.

Sally showered, and in her post-orgasm clarity the wrongness of the acts she had just participated it filled her with shame. This was her nephew. Tim was sweet, and kind, and she had taken advantage of him. Or had she? She recalled his hands wandering closer to her tits. What was he doing? As she thought about it the memories of pleasure filled her and made her wet again. She lay in bed, her pussy damp with desire, clamping her legs shut to keep from touching herself. She moved between remorse and lust, and the juxtaposition threatened to drive her mad.

She had wanted him, plain and simple. And letting him touch her in that way, and taking him into her mouth, was absolutely wrong. And yet thoughts of regret were overwhelmed by the memories of pleasure, of the look in his eyes as she took his swollen cock into her mouth. She shook her hear, trying to clear it.

Finally, unable to sleep, she left her bedroom to get a snack and get her attention away from the throbbing sensation between her thighs. A liquid desire ran through her. She had put on a tank to and shorts, surprised by her wetness. Sarah's room was down the hall, and as she thought of her sister guilt washed over her like a flood that threatened to destroy her. If Sarah found out, she would never forgive her, Sally thought.

Suddenly the door to Sarah's room opened and Sally ducked back into her room. She kept the door cracked and looked down the moonlit hallway. One of the twins, it was impossible to tell who in the dim light, exited Sarah's room. In the dim light she could see he was naked from the waist down, his cock semi-hard and hanging, clearly recently spent. Sally's eyes widened and a gush of wetness flooded between her thighs. Seconds later, the second twin emerged, completely naked and spent. The brothers headed downstairs, and Sally shut the door.

The implications of what she had just witnessed hit her as she sank on the bed. She didn't even wait to fully process what was happening. She lay back and spread her legs, her hand darting under her shorts and over her slick pussy, rubbing furiously. She had so many questions, but in the moment she thought of Tim bringing her to climax, and why he had seemed so at ease with it. The twins were fucking her sister, their mother. A year ago she would have left the house immediately and never spoken to any of them again, horrified by their actions. Now, as she rubbed her clit furiously she thought of the boys in her sisters room, and of Tim's thick cock as he spurted all over her chest.