Jeffrey and his big sister Kara were on the couch, sitting side by side, watching television in the living room. They were watching some made for TV crime movie that came on. The lead was a very sexy brunette woman, probably in her thirties, playing a strong and independent police officer. There wasn’t much of a plot. The whole thing pretty much consisted of the woman taking down all kinds of criminals in all kinds of different ways; by gunpoint, car chase, fistfight, and even a few brutal groin kicks.

It was early July and they were right in the middle of a heat wave with a broken air conditioner and no fan. Both of them were steadily sweating profusely, their skin sticking to the leather furniture. Jeffrey was wearing gym shorts with no boxers, to let things air out, and an old plain T-shirt. He was in pretty good shape, having just graduated as the captain of the football team. His sister Kara had short black hair, was twenty one, three years older than him, and she was wearing short, black, cotton running shorts that just barely contained her muscular thighs and plump ass, and a sports bra constricting her medium sized breasts. Kara was shorter than Jeffrey, but was much stronger than he was. She practically lived in the gym, was a complete health nut.

Their father had left when they were little and their mother worked overtime all the time, was hardly around. Both of them being college students and home for the summer, they pretty much had the house all to them for three whole months, from sunup to sundown. So far, they had spent the majority of their time on the couch watching TV.

Then a particular scene in the movie came on that brought the two of them out of the trance that the slow plot had put them in. The policewoman had been interrogating a suspect that she knew was guilty and, after several attempts of trying to persuade him to confess, she decided to take a different approach to making him talk. She grabbed the suspect by the collar, lifted him up, pushed him hard up against the wall, reached down and clenched the young man’s balls hard in her fist. The man, who was barely a man, just a kid, really, lifted up on his toes and whimpered. With his hands cuffed behind his back and his nuts in the merciless grip of the angry woman, he was completely dominated by her and would have to answer anything that she asked him if he wanted to salvage his squeezed testicles at all.

Kara snickered at the scene.

Jeffrey, still cringing from the initial shock, looked at her and said, “Jesus, how in God’s name can you laugh at something like that?”

She gave him a funny look and said, “What are you talking about? That creep deserves worse, should have his balls cut off or something. Didn’t you see him rape that poor girl?”

“Yeah, but I mean, still,” he said. “That’s just not right.”

“And raping that girl was?”

“Of course not, I mean . . . I don’t know,” he shifted on the couch and said, “Besides, that would never happen in real life.”

“The girl getting raped?”

“No. What she is doing to that guy.”

Kara looked at her little brother and said, “Oh really? And why is that?”

He shrugged and said, “It just wouldn’t. First of all, she legally wouldn’t be allowed to. Second of all, that guy let her grab him like that way too easy. In real life any man would over power and stop any woman that was reaching for his balls, handcuffed or not.”

She smirked and said, “Do you really think that?”

“Of course,” he said. “Men are built different then women are. They’re naturally stronger.”

Kara turned the TV down and said, “Would you like to bet on that?”

Jeffrey gave her a funny look and said, “How?”

“You and me. I’ll try and grab you down there, hard, and if you can stop me, you win, if you can’t, I win.”

He thought about this for a moment and then said, “But you don’t have any money.”

“No . . . but, tell you what. If you can stop me, since you are only eighteen, I’ll go and buy alcohol for you and your friends all next semester, whenever you want. If you have the money to give me, of course.”

He scratched his cheek, pondering, and then said, “And, hypothetically speaking, if you were to win, what would I have to do for you? I don’t have any money either, and I’m younger than you. I don’t really have much to offer.”

Kara thought about this and then, smiling, said, “Since giving your manhood a squeeze will probably be a good deal punishment in itself for, you could just kiss my ass and we would call it even.”

“Kiss your ass? What does that mean?”

She teased and said, “It means just that.”

He looked at her, shook his head, and said, “You’re weird, Kara.”

She laughed and said, “So are we on or what?”

He shrugged and said, “Sure, I guess. I mean you’re not going to be able to do it.”

“So it’s a deal?”

“Yeah,” he said, yawning and stretching, “So when do we start?”

She turned the television off and said, “Right now. Let’s stand up.”

Jeffrey did as she said.

After facing each other in front of the couch for a full minute or so, Kara said, “Are you ready for this?”

“Go for it,” he replied.

Then, the next thing he knew, Jeffrey felt his sister’s hand clutch mercilessly onto his tender balls. She had been so quick that he hadn’t even seen her coming. Then, when she started to squeeze them harder, he wrapped both his hands around her arm and tried to free his manhood. He had no success. In fact, the more aggressively he tried to shove her off, the harder she squeezed, until finally, with tears in his eyes, he cried out for her to stop.

Kara gave his nuts one last extra hard squeeze, which caused Jeffrey to squeal out like a little girl, and then laughed as she let go. He immediately fell to the ground at her feet and curled up in the fetal position.

Then, after giving him a minute or so to recover, she looked down at him and said, “Well?”

He looked up, his eyes traveling up her sweaty body, and said, “Well what?”

She turned around and slapped her hands against her ass cheeks.

Jeffrey sighed and got on his knees, his face level with his sisters ass. As he leaned toward it he noticed that the shorts that she was wearing were soaked in sweat. He leaned back and said, “Do I have to do this? I mean, isn’t there something else I could do?”

“No way little brother. Now kiss my ass.”

He sighed, closed his eyes, leaned in and planted his lips over his big sister’s ass cheek and smooched it hard. Then he pulled back and said, “There. Are you happy now?”

“That wasn’t my ass, Jeffrey, that was my ass cheek. You said that you would kiss my ass.”

He stared at the sweaty butt in front of his face and said, “What are you talking about? They’re the same thing.”

“They are not,” she responded. “You need to kiss my actual ass, as part of the agreement, not my ass cheeks. Here I’ll show you where,” she slid one hand over her buttocks and rubbed her index finger directly over crack, pushing the shorts up in between her cheeks. “Right here, little brother. And you have to kiss it good, not just a smooch.”

Jeffrey groaned and brought his face into his sister’s butt, but when his lips tasted the wet, salty shorts, he pulled back and said, “This is gross, Kara. Your shorts are completely soaked.”

Kara sighed and said, “All right, fine.” Then, shocking her little brother, she slid her shorts and soaking wet panties down around her ankles, looked back over her shoulder and in a teasing voice said, “Is that better Jeffrey?”

Jeffrey couldn’t believe what was happening. Not only was his big sister bent over and bare ass just inches away from his face, but also the sight had given him an erection, creating a tent in his gym shorts. He was at a loss for words. It was his sister, after all . . . but she had such a thick and firm muscular body and looked so perfect like that, her big sweaty ass right in front of him.

After running out of patience, Kara reached behind herself, grabbed her little brother’s head by the hair, and forcefully jammed his face in between her ass cheeks so that his mouth was right over her crack. “Go on and kiss it baby brother,” she said, holding his face in her moist butt crack, wiggling her hips back and forth.

The musky smell and the moisture made him hesitate at first. Then, he slowly parted his lips and wrapped them around her sweaty crack. His tongue, ever so slightly, circled the hole. He continued this for a moment and then, after working up the courage to be prepared to find out what the inside of his sister would taste like, he slid his entire tongue up into her asshole.

Kara moaned and said, “Mm, that’s it. Kiss it nice and good baby brother.”

Jeffrey did as he was told and passionately French kissed his big sister’s sweaty crack, his tongue wiggling back and forth deep inside her asshole. He put his hands on her cheeks and spread them apart so that he could breathe better. The more he squeezed and tongued his sister’s tight ass, the harder his cock got. So far it had gotten harder than it had ever been before in his entire life and was twitching uncontrollably in his shorts. He couldn’t believe kissing his big sister’s ass would ever turn him on so much.

Kara figured that her little brother was doing a good enough job on his own, so she let go of his hair and bent over entirely so that her head was between her legs. That’s when she saw the tent that was twitching in her brother’s crotch and she realized that he was actually enjoying kissing her big sweaty ass — From the sight of that hard cock looking painfully erect, she figured he had to be REALLY enjoying it.

Then she stepped forward, away from her brother’s face, his tongue sliding out of her, and said, “Lie down.”

He did as he was told, doing absolutely nothing to hide the pole that was sticking up in his shorts. Then, while on his back, looking up at the ceiling, he felt a tingle rush through his body as his sister began caressing his penis. She rubbed it in a circular motion with one hand and tenderly massaged his sore balls with the other. Closing his eyes, Jeffrey couldn’t believe how could she was making him feel.

After a few minutes Jeffrey was ready to cum. He began thrusting his hips up and down to move along with his sister’s hands. Then, just as he was about to shoot his load into his shorts, the rubbing stopped. Confused, he opened his eyes and saw his sister’s sweaty ass and now dripping wet pussy hovering above him.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you cum so soon, did you? No, no, baby brother, you have a lot more ass kissing to do,” she said. Then, not giving him time to protest, she sat her butt crack down on her little brother’s mouth.

Jeffrey’s cock was going crazy as his sister began grinding her sweaty hole all over his face. Then, thinking of how to get his sister to touch his throbbing erection again, he changed his center of attention away from her asshole and onto her clit, lapping at it rapidly with his tongue.

Kara moaned loudly and said, “Hey, wait . . . mm . . . what are you doing? That’s not my asshole Jeffrey . . . but . . . mm, you’re doing it so good . . . oh God . . . fuck . . . ”

Then she leaned forward, seemingly out of breath from the pleasure her baby brother was giving her, to give him a better angle at her pussy, resting her cheek against his hard cock standing straight up in his shorts.

Both his penis being touched again and the thought of having his sister’s face so close to his cock made him eat his sister’s pussy more aggressively, sliding up into her sweaty crack every now and then.

Kara opened her mouth and tried to say something, but only a whimper came out. Then, savagely, as she felt her orgasm rapidly coming on, she yanked down her brother’s gym shorts to his thighs, exposing his thick and fat rock hard cock. She grabbed onto it eagerly with one hand and grabbed his balls, hard, in the other, stroking her brother’s penis hard and fast. “Oh yeah . . . mm . . . don’t stop Jeffrey,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”

He did as he was told and kept on licking his big sister’s pussy and asshole, all her juices and sweat filling his mouth and running down his face.

“Oh God Jeffrey I’m gonna . . . mm . . . make me cum Jeffrey . . . uh, don’t stop, yes, YES,” she cried out.

Then when she felt the incredible orgasm taking over her body, making her shake and quiver, she stuck her little brother’s fat, hard cock into her mouth, ramming it down her throat.

His big sister cumming and leaking her juices all over his face made Jeffrey’s balls ache. As she fervently rubbed her wet and dripping snatch all over his face in passionate orgasm, he felt his own hot load rise up from his balls.

Kara moaned and whimpered even with her little brother’s cock shoved down her throat. Then she felt Jeffrey suck hard on her clit, harder than usual so that it felt SOOO good in the midst of her climax that it was almost painful. Then he squeezed her butt cheeks incredibly hard, thrust his hips upward, and before she knew it she felt his penis convulse in her mouth, shooting hot spurts of cum all down her throat. The initial squirt made her gag, but she managed to maintain and swallow the rest of it.

She kept it in her mouth, milking every drop out of it, while they each recovered from their own orgasms.

Then they both rested for a moment, their faces still in each other’s moist crotches, catching their breath.

Kara then abruptly sat up and readjusted herself so that her asshole was just above his nose, under his mouth, and said, “Kiss my ass, Jeffrey. I want your tongue up my butt crack right now.”

Jeffrey, still a little worn out from his explosive orgasm and surprised at his sister’s stamina, did as she said and gently slid his tongue up into her crack.

Then she said, “Mm, that’s it, stick it all the way up there, ALL the way. If you lick my crack nice and good this time,” she paused here and wiggled her hips, driving her brother’s tongue deeper into her butt hole, and then continued in a teasing voice, “Maybe I’ll let you stick your fat cock in it. Would you like that, baby brother? Having that big penis deep in your sister’s tight asshole . . .”

With that encouragement, Jeffrey felt his cock began to grow again.

“Mm, kiss my sweaty crack,” she moaned.

He didn’t need to be told twice.



Jeffrey had to move in with his aunt Susan and cousin Jessica for the summer. His mother was going away on business and she didn’t feel comfortable leaving him alone for three months. The last time that he was alone for just a weekend he ended up throwing a massive party, leaving the house trashed upon her return.

“I’m eighteen years old, you know,” he said as she drove him to her sister’s house.

“All the more reason why you should have somebody to keep an eye on you,” his mother replied. “Besides, Susie and Jess need a big strong growing boy like you around the house. You can help them with the yard work and everything!”

“Mom, I’m not a ‘growing boy,’ I’m a man!”

“Yes,” she replied. “A man that still has his mommy change his sheets and wash his dirty underwear for him.”

It was a three hour drive.

Then they arrived:

It was a country house — two stories.

When they pulled into the driveway, Susie was waiting on the front porch, sipping on a glass of iced tea. Her sexy red lips left lipstick marks on the glass. She was wearing a pink tank top without any bra beneath it, her nipples pressing against the fabric. Her white shorts hugged her muscular ass. It was hot, sweltering, and there was a line of sweat at the crotch of her shorts — her thick thighs were glistening in the sunlight.

Jeffrey gazed through the windshield at her sweaty cunt and immediately got an erection.

His mom turned to him and said, “Behave, Jeffrey — I’ll see you in September.”

He looked at her, his eyes helpless.

She leaned in for him to give her a kiss goodbye.

With a raging hard-on in his shorts, he gave his mother a quick kiss. Then he got out of the car, slung his bag over his shoulder, and hunched forward to hide the tent in his pants. His mother waved, backed out of the driveway, and was gone.

“Come over here, Jeffrey,” called Susie, “I haven’t seen you in forever — let me have a look at you!”

Reluctantly, Jeffrey sauntered over to wear she was sitting. Standing in front of her, he immediately noticed her eyes go down to his crotch. She only looked at the bulge for a moment and then returned her gaze to his face.

“Goodness, Jeffrey,” she exclaimed, “You’ve grown so much!”


“Jess!” she called, “Come and show your cousin Jeffrey his room.”

Presently, Jessica opened the screen door behind her mother and stepped out onto the front porch. She had light brown hair that went down to her shoulders and was wearing a white tank-top and tight black spandex pants. She grinned and waved him into the house.

He followed her through the kitchen and living room, his eyes glue to her firm little ass in front of him. The cheeks flexed from side to side against the fabric with each step she took.

“The guest room is right up here,” she said, starting up the staircase.

Jeffrey’s cock throbbed like never before as he walked behind her, his face just inches from her butt.

The room was just like any other bedroom — right next door to Jessica’s.

“How have you been?”

“Not bad,” he replied.

“Bummed about having to stay here all summer?”

“I don’t mind,” he said.

She nodded and said, “Do you need anything?”

“Nah I’m good, probably just gonna jump in the shower real quick,” he said, his balls aching to be relieved of all of the built up sperm.

“All righty, well the bathroom is just down the hall. I’ll see you later, Jeffrey.”

Jessica left the room.

Jeffrey closed the door behind her and emptied his bag onto the bed. It was all clothes and a few hardcore dirty magazines. He wouldn’t need those right now, however — his aunt and cousin had given him plenty of material to jerk off with.

So, he grabbed a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and headed down the hall and into the bathroom.

He closed the door behind him and blinked.

And blinked again.

There was no lock on the door.

No lock on the bathroom door.

“Great,” he said and stepped out of his clothes.

The water felt great against his body. He took his time rubbing the shampoo into his hair, lathering the soap against his chest, and working his way down to the pole jetting out from his crotch.

He gripped his rock hard cock in his fist and pumped a few times, sending incredibly pleasurable sensations through his testicles and up his spine. He was incredibly horny.

Then he heard a knock and the bathroom door open — it was his cousin Jessica.

“Sorry Jeffrey,” she said through the curtain. “Do you mind if I use the toilet really quick? I really, really have to go . . .”

“Go ahead,” he said nervously, his prick throbbing in his hand.


Jessica peeled the spandex pants down around her ankles and sat down on the toilet bowl with a loud grown. The sound of her urine splashing against the water was loud and filled the room.

He slowly stroked himself, picturing her wet and glistening pussy just a few feet away.

Then the tinkling stopped but the toilet didn’t flush.

Jeffrey paused for a minute, wondering why she wasn’t leaving — it sounded like she was finished pissing, after all.

Then there was a soft whoosh of air and the sound of a gentle plop in the water, followed by another, and yet another, and finally another whoosh of air, louder than the first. Jessica was taking a shit.

The smell hit Jeffrey like a freight train, causing him to quietly gag.

She spun the roll of toilet paper beside her, grabbed a handful, stood up and wiped herself. Then she closed the lid of the toilet and said, “I don’t want to burn you, Jeffrey. Can you flush for me when you get out?”

“Uh, sure,” he managed to utter as he quickened his pace on his thick penis.

“Thanks,” she said sweet and innocently and left the room without washing her hands.

Shortly after she left, Jeffrey was ready to blow his load. Rather than spewing down the drain, however, he held it and turned the water off. He stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and stood before the closed toilet bowl.

He lifted the lid.

Staring down at the mess that she left in the water, he gripped his cock and jerked off into the soiled toilet water, adding his hot and gooey seed to the cocktail of bodily fluids left behind by his cousin. It was a gut wrenching orgasm — leaving him weak at the knees.

When he was finished, he looked down at the mess in the water.

The site made his drained balls ache.

Then he flushed the toilet, got dressed, and left the bathroom.


That night the three of them ate dinner together.

Susan served homemade sausages, fresh baked beans, and steamed broccoli.

Jeffrey could only eat so much of it — there was something in the sausage that was making his stomach upset, giving him cramps. His aunt only had a little bit, with a side of broccoli, trying to maintain her lean figure. His cousin, on the other hand, wolfed down link after link, scarfing down three bowls of beans and a full plate of steamed broccoli on the side. He couldn’t believe that the girl could eat so much and be so fit.

“So what are you going to do tonight, Jeffrey?” asked Susan.

He shrugged, “Probably just hang around, watch some TV or something. I don’t know anyone around here, so I can’t really go out or anything.”

“Why don’t the two of you do something together?”

“Sure,” Jessica interjected. “We can catch up, play a game or something.”

Small talk ensued for the remainder of the meal.

After dinner, Jeffrey followed Jessica up to her room. It looked like a cliché teenage girl’s room — lots of pink. The bed was covered with large pillows, there were pop posters on the walls, and some discarded clothes tossed about the dresser.

“What kind of game were you thinking of playing?” Jeffrey asked nervously.

“Something that will let us catch up,” she replied cheerfully. “How about truth or dare?”

“Sure,” he replied, getting an erection imagining all of the perverted dares he could ask of her.

They sat down across from each other, cross-legged, and Jessica lit a cigarette.

“It’s okay to smoke here?”

“Sure,” she said, “My mom smokes too.”

“Oh,” he replied dumbly.

“Do you smoke?”

“No . . never tried one.”

She shrugged and exhaled smoke into his face. “Truth or dare?”

He thought and said, “Truth.”

Jessica took a long drag. He wished that he could be the smoke — sucked through her lips, gliding gently down her throat, nestling deep down inside of her. Then she exhaled and asked, “Are you a virgin?”

His penis rose to attention. “That’s a little personal, isn’t it?”

She chuckled, “Well we’re both adults, pretty much. What else are we gonna talk about?”

He shrugged and said, “I guess you’re right . . . and, uh, no — I’m not. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she replied immediately.

“Hmm,” he said, his voice shaky in his throat with so much built up sexual longing. “I dare you . . . to . . . smoke two cigarettes at the same time.”

“That’s lame,” she scoffed, lighting up her second cigarette.

He blushed.

“Think of something better next time,” she joked, “Truth or dare.”


She grinned. “I dare you . . . to . . . lick my feet.”

Jeffrey gulped. “To do what??”

She leaned back, still smoking her two cigarettes, and lifted a foot, wriggling her toes. She had been wearing sandals all day long and they stunk — really stunk. They were still about a foot away from his face and he could barely breathe.

“Are you serious?”

“Come on,” she said teasingly, “Stop being so uptight about everything!”

Without further ado, Jeffrey took her ankle in his hands and brought his face up close to her foot. He closed his eyes and dragged his tongue across the bottom. It tasted saltier than anything he’d ever tasted. He licked up and down, until the taste got weaker and weaker. Then he dragged his tongue up and licked all in between her toes.

All the while, Jessica was trying hard not to laugh. It tickled her.

When he was done he let go of her foot and it dropped into his lap, landing right on his boner.

“Whoa,” she said, withdrawing her foot and suddenly serious, “Sorry about that.”

“That’s okay. Truth or dare.”

A grin slowly spread over her face. “Jeffrey . . . did that give you a hard-on?”

“It’s your turn,” he said quickly, humiliated.

She laughed, shook her head, and said, “Dare.”

“I dare you to put some socks on.”

She erupted in laughter, grabbed an old dirty pair of socks, and said, “Oh come on, they don’t smell that bad. Besides, it looks like they made you kind of happy.”

Jeffrey felt himself blush.

She laughed a little more, putting the soiled and crusty socks on, and then said, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he replied immediately.

“When was the last time you jerked off?”

He felt his face get extremely hot. “Today.”

“Before you left this morning?”

“No,” he said, his face scalding now, “After I got here.”

Her jaw dropped and she grinned, “When was this?? Where was I??”

Jeffrey looked at her briefly then looked away and said, “While I was in the shower.”

She stared at him for a while and then, in sudden realization, said, “While I was taking a shit??”

Slowly, he nodded.

Jessica burst out laughing and said, “Is that what you’re into? God, you are sick!”

“Sorry,” he said.

A few minutes later she got a hold of herself. Tears were running down her cheeks from having laughed so hard. “It’s okay, I mean, I don’t judge.”

He nodded.

“Did you do it while I was going?”

“I finished after you left,” he replied, ” . . . in the toilet.”

Jessica shook her head, “That is so gross.”

“Sorry,” he said again.

Before she could say anything else her cell phone rang.

It was one of her girlfriends, Jenny.

“Could you excuse me?” she said. “I haven’t talked to her in forever.”

“Sure,” he said, getting up off of the floor, hunching over to hide his erection. He felt her eyes on the bulge in his crotch as he left the room. Then, when he closed the door behind him, he heard Jessica burst out laughing again over the phone.

He went to bed and jerked off beneath the blankets, looking at his hardcore porno magazines — listening to his cousin next door laughing at him.


The next morning, Jeffrey was awakened by a pillow slamming into his belly.

He gagged and rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump.

Jessica was in her nightgown, naked beneath it, holding the pillow — ready for a pillow fight.

“Are you serious?” he said groggily, looking up at her.

In response the pillow came down on his face.

He got up and grabbed his pillow of the bed and swung it at her, missing by a long shot. Then he felt a blow to his gut again.

“Come on,” he said, “We’re not five.”

Jessica was laughing quietly.

She swung and hit his face again.

Angry now, he swung with all his might, hitting her full on in the chest, knocking her onto her back. When she landed on the ground the nightgown flew up to her waist, exposing her bare, hairy cunt and sweaty ass cheeks.

Looking down at his cousin, Jeffrey realized that he was sporting a full morning erection.

As if in a trance, he completely zoned out, looking down at her, until a hard blow to his groin snapped him back to reality.

He groaned, dropped the pillow to the floor, and fell to his knees, clutching his testicles in one hand.

Jessica stood over him and dropped her pillow too, “Oh God, sorry Jeffrey! I didn’t mean to hit you there. I was just playing around.”

She squatted beside him and put her hand on his hip, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he groaned, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll get you some ice,” she said and ran out of the room.

Even with his balls aching in pain, Jeffrey caressed his cock a few times when she left the room, thinking of the hairy slit that he saw between her legs, and picturing the little hole between his cousin’s ass cheeks.

Then she came back into the room with a bag of frozen peas.

“Here,” she said, “Roll onto your back.”

Jeffrey did as she said.

She squatted down again beside him, brushed his hand away from his crotch, and placed the bag over his swollen balls. Then she gently massaged them through the bag, practically ignoring the feel of the hard shaft just above the nuts.

“There,” she said, “How is that?”

“Mm, better,” he moaned.

Jessica was not touching his cock directly, but the feeling of her fingers massaging his balls through the bag of frozen peas created an all too familiar pressure in Jeffrey’s groin. He started gyrating his hips with her caresses so that the base of his shaft rubbed against her hand through the bag.

This went on for a few minutes.

Then Jeffrey felt an orgasm coming on.

He started breathing heavy.

His balls tightened and he clenched his butt cheeks, humping his cousins hand through a bag of frozen peas.

Then, just as he was about to explode — she stopped.

Jessica stood up with a big smile on her face and said, “Well, I’m gonna go help mom get breakfast ready. I’ll see you downstairs Jeffrey!”

And she was gone.

Jeffrey lifted the bag of peas off of his crotch and looked down at the soaking tent in his shorts. He slid his hand beneath them, gave himself a few quick strokes, and then, too frustrated to shoot his load, gave up and went downstairs to join his cousin and aunt for breakfast.


Downstairs, aunt Susan was standing over the stove, frying eggs. Like her daughter, she was wearing just a nightgown. Her body was much thicker and more muscular than Jessica’s. Her rump was firm and her thighs were wide.

Jeffrey stopped in his tracks when he saw her.

His cousin, sitting at the table, noticed him staring at her mother’s ass.

She grinned and, loudly, said, “Good morning, Jeffrey!”

He quickly sat down at the table with her to hide the new bulge that his aunt’s behind had given him.

Susan turned around. Her face was slick with sweat and grease from standing over the hot stove. “Hey there, honey,” she said. “How did you sleep?”


“Getting settled nicely?”


She chuckled and said, “Not much of a talker, are you?”

“Sorry,” he said, “I’m just not much of a morning person.”

His aunt smiled and went back to frying the eggs.

Jessica poured her cousin a cup of coffee.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Are you feeling better?”

Jeffrey felt his face flush. “Yeah I’m fine.”

Susan spun around and said, “Oh, were you sick, darling?”

“No,” he said quickly.

She gave him a puzzle look and then glanced at her daughter for an explanation.

Jessica explained, “We had a pillow fight this morning and I accidentally nailed him in the crotch.”

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed, concerned. “Are your testicles all right, Jeffrey? Or did she hit you in the penis?”

“They’re fine,” he said quickly. “Everything is fine.”

“Are you sure? Do you need any ice or anything?”

“I took care of it,” said Jessica. “I held some frozen peas on his crotch for him.”

“Oh, good,” said Susan, turning back around again.

Jeffrey felt like crying — he was so embarrassed.

Then, to his amazement, he felt something prodding at his erection beneath the table. He looked down and saw that his cousin’s foot was pressing against his member, moving up and down. Then she pressed her toes firmly against his testicles and wriggled them, massaging his sensitive balls.

“How do you like your eggs, Jeffrey?”

Already fighting off an impending orgasm, he stammered, “I’m not hungry, thank you.”

Jessica’s toes curled around the throbbing shaft in his shorts and swiftly moved up and down, jerking him off, giving him a foot job.

His balls were ready to explode.

“Are you sure? A big, strong, growing boy like you . . .”

“Yes,” he groaned, “Yes, yes, I’m sure.”

She shrugged.

Meanwhile, his orgasm was only seconds away. His head was slightly tilted back, his buttocks were slightly lifted off of the wooden chair, and his hips were pressing hard against his cousin’s foot. Then he started breathing very heavily, grunting, and he closed his eyes, ready to shoot his hot, white, viscous seed all over his cousin’s pretty little toes, when –

Jessica stopped.

“Why don’t you at least have some oatmeal or something?” said Jessica with a cruel, teasing glimmer in her eye.

“See?” said his aunt, “Even your cousin thinks that you should have at least something to eat.”

“No thank you,” he replied miserably. “I think I’m just going to go hop in the shower.”

“Okay, dear,” said Susan.

Jeffrey got up with pre-cum dripping from the bulge in the front of his shorts. Before his aunt had time to turn around, he quickly left the room and hurried upstairs to the bathroom.


Steam filled the room.

Standing beneath the hot water, Jeffrey furiously stroked his cock.

Before he could shoot his load, however, once again, the bathroom door creaked open.


It was Jessica.

He froze.

“Jeffrey?” she said again.

“What? I’m taking a shower.”

“I hate to do this to you again, but . . . I really have to go!”

Before he even had time to give her his permission, he heard the lid of the toilet flip open, her groan as she sat down, and then a steady stream of piss into the water.

“Ahhh,” she exhaled as she emptied her bladder.

He didn’t touch his penis while she peed — he was too close to cumming. Just a few strokes would send him over the edge and he wanted to save his load for the dirty toilet water again.

“Jeffrey?” she said innocently.


“Are you masturbating in there?”

“No! Of course not!”

Which was somewhat true . . .

“Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed. “Because I was going to say . . . never mind.”

“What? What were you going to say?”

“Well, since you liked it so much yesterday — and since I was kind of teasing you this morning — I was going to say . . . you could watch, you know? You could watch me while you did it.”

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