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The thing I remember most is the heat.

Sitting in the car, sweat ran down my face because I was just sitting still. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I were to actually move around. I stared out my window toward the airport, begging whatever unseen force which guides the universe to please just let my aunt and uncle's plane land.

Air conditioning? According my mother, who was in the pilots seat of our vehicle, running the A.C. would overheat the car. Stand outside? Right. Just burn up in the sun.

When I was asked whether or not I wanted to ride along, I had no idea what Hell awaited me.

Back at my house, my sweet, central-air controlled house, my father and little brother waited eagerly to see the relatives who were causing my current agony.

I saw a shuttle bus heading our way. My 18 year old heart jumped with hope. My stare never broke away as I watched the bus draw nearer, finally coming to a hault.

When the door swung open, I died a little every time someone stepped off who I wasn't waiting for.

"Think this is their bus?" I asked my mom.

"Could be. Should be." She answered, apparently not as bothered by the heat as I was.

Finally, a man stepped off with a familiar limp. My uncle. He'd had a bad accident at work when he was much younger, shattering his leg. He'd never made a full recovery. Now, whenever he'd walk, his left leg moved stiffly, and boomed with ever step.

My mom rushed out to signal my uncle and his wife, who was now also visible, along with their daughter, my cousin, Amy.

Amy was about the same age as my brother. With just a few months separating their births, Amy was 16, whereas my brother, Mat, was 17.

I noticed Amy didn't really resemble either of her parents. She just kind of stood out on her own. She had dark brown hair, opposite of her blonde parents. She seemed tired as she staggered her way toward our vehicle.

After my uncle loaded their luggage, the three of them hopped in the back seat and began to chat as we left the airport. They were coming to visit, as they did once every year or so, just to spend time with our family. They'd be staying with us for a couple of weeks before Amy had to return to school.

After exchanging some pleasantries, I tuned them all out and enjoyed the A.C. that was now pouring from the vents.

I don't remember feeling sleepy, but I woke up to Mom saying we were home.

Of course, I had to help my uncle carry in all of their luggage, a task I had always loathed.

When we stepped inside, we started playing the 'hello' game all over again, this time including my dad and brother. I slipped away from the pack and went downstairs to my room.

I kind of loved my room. In truth, I could live down there for weeks at a time without seeing my parents. Our basement had been finished a few years before, giving Mat and I each our own rooms down below. We'd had a bathroom installed and the washer was just down the hall, along with a refrigerator.

As soon as my head hit my pillow, the sound of footsteps on stairs echoed throughout the basement. The laughing told me it was Mat and Amy.

Before my aunt and uncle had moved away, they had pretty much grown up together. She was the sister he'd never had, and he her brother.

I knew they had went into his room because I could still hear the muffled sounds of their voices on the other side of my wall, where Mats room was located. Every few seconds, a loud outburst of laughter would jar me to my senses.

I wanted to leave. I wanted to go see my girlfriend, Heather. But, of course, Mom had forbidden it for the evening, insisting that I spend time with my family.

When I thought of Heather, I remembered that I needed to check to see how my condom count was. I opened the drawer of my bedside table and looked inside. Finding the box, I realized I had just one.

It's almost impossible to say how many condoms Heather and I had been through. Many, many times, I'd snuck Heather into our house late at night and crept downstairs to my lair. Behind my locked door, we'd consumate our relationship.

One particular time, I'd snuck Heather in and after a few rounds of sex, we both fell asleep. I woke up the next morning in a panic, realizing that I couldn't sneak her out right in front of my parents. I went upstairs and gave my mom a ridiculous excuse about being sick and how I planned to just sleep all day so she wouldn't disturb me. I assured her I'd be fine. And I was. I spent the entire day in bed with Heather, sneaking her our that night.

Another sudden bout of hysterical laughter brought me back to reality. I placed the condom back in my drawer and decided to go upstairs. After the ride home from the airport, it was getting late.

I sat at my large kitchen table with everyone, listening to humorous stories and actually enjoying myself, somewhat.

As it got later, I noticed that Amy and Mat were nowhere to be found. Why did they not have to follow the 'spend time with your family' rule?

When everyone decided to call it a night, I headed downstairs, passing Amy halfway down. She called out 'good night' as she was en route to our guest room on the second floor, and that was that.

The next two days passed with nothing really happening. The only thing worth noting is that every time the family was together, Mat and Amy were missing. On their third full day with us, after the sun had set, I waited in my room for my brother to get out of the shower. I'd watched him walk in, annoyed, because I had just gotten the idea to get clean, as Heather would be making a secret appearance later in the evening.

I waited for the sound of the water to stop. Before that happened, the familiar 'click' of the door opening and then closing hit my ears. Peaking out into the hall, I saw nothing.

After what seemed like forever, I heard it again, but the shower was still running. I grabbed my clothes and headed toward the bathroom. Mat had his back to me, wearing only a pair of shorts, grabbing in the refrigerator.

"Why'd you leave the shower on?" I asked, breaking the heavy silence.

My brother quickly turned, his eyes big.

"Amy's in there." he said.

"Why?" I questioned.

"I guess someone is using the other one." He stammered.

I nodded and waited around in the hall until the sound of pounding water stopped. Mat retreated to his room and locked his door.

A few moments later, a still semi-wet Amy emerged from the steamy bathroom.

"Hiya, Brent." She said with a smile, running a hand through her wet hair.

"What's up?" I asked, half-heartedly as I stepped into the bathroom.

After taking my shower, I went back to my room. I waited anxiously, waiting on Heather. Finally, when the hour was late enough, I text my girlfriend, assuring her it was safe.

I watched for headlights. She liked to park down the street and walk to avoid suspicion. I quietly opened the door and ushered Heather down to my room.

Mat knew of our nightly encounters, as he'd walked in once when we got careless and forgot to lock the door. We still did our best to be quiet and as secretive as possible.

As soon as she stepped in, the door was locked and our lips were attached. My hands ran the length of her sides. It had been almost a week since we'd had sex, and I was aching.

In a flash, we had our clothes off and were laying on the bed, my fingers digging into her pussy. I reached across Heather and opened my special drawer. Pulling the box out, I was dumbfounded. No condom.

"What the hell?" I breathed to myself.

"What's wrong, baby?" Heather asked as she kissed at my chest.

"I just looked the other day...I had one condom left. It's not here." I replied.

Heather was aching just as badly as I was, so we agreed I'd just pull out. Simple enough. We'd done it before, we just always tried to be careful.

I moved the box aside and pulled out some lube. I didn't really need it. Fully hard, I just missed the 6 inch mark in length, and I guess I had pretty average girth. I just liked the way it felt.

And, baby, it felt great. My cock was pulsing inside of Heather's hot pussy. I loved it. With her legs pinned beneath my arms, I slammed my hips down into her groin with every thrust.

Feeling myself drawing near, I slipped out and straddled her chest. Bracing my arms against the headboard, I slipped my cock inside her mouth and gently, slowly, fucked her face to my finish.

I returned to her side, rubbing her body as we kissed passionately. I wanted to go again, but Heather said something about having to get up early the next day. As she got her shirt on, I slipped on a pair of pajama pants.

Standing by my door, we kissed and kissed. My erection returned. Heather still hadn't put on her pants, so during our make-out, I carefully pushed her back against my door. Without her noticing, I tugged the elastic of my pants below my balls and grabbed at her leg. Soon enough, I had the other leg in my hand.

As I lifted her, I guided my cock back inside her. She was still slick enough to push in with ease. She seemed surprised, but never resisted. I pounded furiously, causing my door to give off a slight knocking sound. I needed to make it quick.

With my face buried in her shoulder, my legs began to feel weak. Soon enough, I was blasting hot shots of cum into Heather. The thought of pulling out never even crossed my mind.

Heather giggled as I released her, allowing her to return to getting dressed. When she was finished, this time, I allowed her to leave.

I collapsed on my bed, ready for sleep.

The following day we all went out and did family-oriented things all day. Mat and Amy came, but kept to themselves most of the day. By the time we got home, everyone was ready for bed once more.

The day had wore me out, too. I was ready just to get a full nights sleep. I truthfully thought I would. I drifted to sleep, but was awoken a few hours later to the sound of thumping coming from the other side of my wall, right by my head; Mats room.

I figured it would stop, but it just never did. I walked out of my room, intent on seeing what the hell was going on. I could hear Mats TV from the hall. I turned the door knob, but it was locked. I knocked. The thumping stopped.

"Yeah?" Mat called out.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" I asked, sleepily.

"Why?" He asked.

"Just knock it off." I said, returning to my room.

All was quiet for a few minutes. Then the thumping returned.

This time I wasn't playing around. Mat and I had the kind of door knobs that have a lock on one side and a small hole on the other. The knobs come with small gold rod that works as a key. I had stolen Mats long ago so I could snoop around his room to see if he had taken anything of mine.

Grabbing the key, I walked back down the hall. I fumbled with it for awhile before getting the door unlocked. When I opened it, I was stunned.

There was Mat, naked as the day he was born, sitting on his knees on his bed. In front of him, Amy.

They were shocked and looked terrified as I stood in the doorway. Mat looked like he was going to attempt to say something, but he was lost for words.

In truth, I had no idea what to say either. Amy had dislodged herself from my brother and covered herself up. Mat continually looked from me to Amy, waiting to wake up from this nightmare.

Not sure what to do, I closed the door and went back to my room. A few minutes later, a knock came to my door. When I opened it, Mat stepped in, now wearing shorts, his head down.

"We need to talk." He said.

"About what?" I asked.

"Take a guess." He said.

"Oh, that." I had the strong urge to laugh.

"Dude...you CANNOT say anything." He was panicking.

"I'm not going to." I said, truthfully.

"I'm serious, man." He started. "I don't know how it happened. It's just..."

"She's a girl. You're a boy. It happens." I said, flatly.

Mat seemed confused.

In reality, I'd had incest fantasies before. Heather and I had even role played once that we were brother and sister. The stuff really appealed to me as a fantasy. I was shocked to see it happening right next door, but in a way, I could understand it.

"So...hold on...you're saying..." he trailed off again.

"That I'm not going to say anything, Mat." I looked him right in the eye.

"Wow. Thanks." He said, still shakey.

"Just do it on the floor or something." I said. "Your headboard keeps hitting the wall. That's what woke me up."

Mat nodded.

"Go have your fun." I instructed. "She's not gonna be here forever."

"Thanks." Mat answered.

He turned and headed back to his room. Straining my ears, I could barely hear that they were whispering back and forth. A while later, I could hear small moans escaping one of their mouths. I knew they were back at it again.

When all the sounds stopped, I assumed Amy would be heading back upstairs soon. That's when a knock came to my door once more. When Mat left, I hadn't bothered to lock it.

"Come in." I called from my bed.

When the door opened, I was surprised to see Amy slip in. She flipped on my light switch and stood by my bed, her arms crossed.

"Hey..." She said, uncomfortable.

"Hey." I replied.

"Listen," she started after a pause, "Mat told me what you said. Thank you."

I shrugged my shoulders, signifying it was no big deal. A little more comfortable, Amy sat on the edge of my bed. She was wearing a tanktop and small black shorts.

"No, really. It means a lot." She said.

We had a little more small talk.

"Well, just let me know if I can make it up to you somehow." As she said it, a somewhat wicked grin spread across her face. I was thinking about how my incest fantasies could come true at this very moment.

"Well..." I said, raising my eyebrows and smiling.

"Ooooh." She giggled. "I'm tired now. But I might just be free tomorrow night."

I knew what that meant. There were no 'maybe's. I was going to have sex with Amy tomorrow night. What a rush.

"Good night." Amy softly spoke as she leaned down and kissed me. Our tongues swirled against each other as I felt her hand rubbing the crotch of my shorts.

Our lips 'smacked' apart and she walked slowly to my door, turning my light off, and slipping out.

She had my heart racing. I had to jack off twice before I could sleep. When I woke up, I was afraid it had all been a dream. I soon realized it was totally real.

When I went upstairs, everyone was having breakfast. Amy and Mat were sitting next to each other, looking normal as ever. Mom was talking about the parents all going out for a 'grown ups' day. That was fine with me.

An hour or so later, the car was pulling out of the drive, us three kids left alone. Mat and Amy watched as the car disappeared. Not keeping it a secret anymore, I watched them walk downstairs to Mat's room, his hand tightly gripping her ass.

He could have her now. I knew I'd be seeing her later...
8 comments

anonymous readerReport

2013-12-10 10:02:41
DELETE AND STOP WASTING OUR TIME WITH THIS GARBAGE. YOU HAVEN'T POSTED A GOOD STORY YET.

anonymous readerReport

2013-01-28 16:09:02
just plain dumb needs to be deleted a total waste of time.

anonymous readerReport

2011-02-20 17:03:16
Sounds like some really dense parents. Their kids just fuck at will and nobody checks or suspects a thing. lol ... Heather gets knocked up so it seems only fair that he plugs his cousin and gives her a load, too.

anonymous readerReport

2010-12-02 19:30:38
why is this written from his point of view when it is mainly about his brother it should be from the brothers point of view or amy's think before posting this was just stupid

anonymous readerReport

2010-09-23 16:05:48
I like this story, I just hope it does not get ugly.

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