The next day was a mix of emotions for Mallory, Lizzie and Jess. Mal couldn't stop thinking about what she'd done to her little cousin. She was both mortified and aroused by the memory.
She kept sharing knowing glances with the younger girl, but neither said a word to each other. It was obvious to Mal, however, that Jess enjoyed their tryst and was unashamedly eyeing her cousin with newfound lust.
Lizzie was a ball of confusion, forced to face a rush of new feelings all at once. Not only a newfound and intense desire for members of her own sex, but constant, nagging and almost obsessive fantasies of all of her young family members filled her dirty mind. She couldn't help but look at all of her cousins, and especially her sister, with a new, depraved lust she was struggling and failing to dismiss.
Jess had woken up as if the world had opened up to her. She had found sex, and it was a wonderful thing. It thrilled her to imagine her big cousin Mallory doing way more to her than she had the night before, and imagining joining Jill and Candace, as well.
The thought of the sisters was so sexy in fact, that she found herself looking at her own sisters, wondering what it would be like.
Despite the odd behaviour from the three girls, the other four were oblivious. If Tiffany or Nikki ever suspected something was amiss with any of them, they didn't seem to let on.
Jill and Candace were so concerned with their own naughty secret that they didn't have much room in their filthy minds for wondering about their cousins.
The day was spent much more quietly, the 7 girls spending their time reading, watching tv or escaping to a bedroom if they could for a little time to themselves.
That afternoon, the three mothers announced they had some news for their girls. They'd heard back from their brother, Mike.
He and his 18 year old daughter Brittany had been invited to join them for the holidays, too, but he'd initially refused. Mike was a bit of a drunk, and didn't like to leave the house much. It was a difficult situation for young Brittany, and Debra had hoped to give the girl a break from it.
That afternoon Mike had called, saying he'd like for his sisters to come visit him, and if they liked, they could take Brittany back with them to join in the holiday festivities.
All seven daughters were delighted to hear the news, but glad they weren't being asked to visit with their uncle as well. He was a bit hard to get along with, and the leering looks and inappropriate comments made them more than a little uncomfortable.
They all missed Brittany, though, and looked forward to welcoming the youngest member of the family to the household.
That evening, the three older women set out for their brother's cottage. It was a bit of a long drive, and out of the way, so they would be spending the night there, rather than driving to get back at such a late hour.
Before they left, Debra told Jess: "If you'd like, you can use my bed for tonight. I'm sure it's more comfortable then that futon downstairs."
"Thanks, Aunt Debra!" Jess said, hugging the older woman. "That would be really nice!!" She turned to share a look with Mal. A look of enticing invitation for later that night. Mal bit her lip, wondering what would happen if she were to go into that bedroom tonight. She wasn't sure if she could bring herself to do it.
That night, the girls loosened up a bit, enjoying their freedom from the parents. They had a little wine, played games and listened to some music until it got to be very late.
When the last of the snacks had been devoured and the third bottle of wine was empty, they all decided it was time to go and sleep it off. They said their good nights, leaving the mess for the morning, and went their separate ways to their respective bedrooms.
Feeling more than a little tipsy, Mal sunk into the bed next to her sister. She didn't feel at all tired. In fact, she was starting to feel very horny.
Part of her hoped she would soon hear the familiar sounds of her cousins fucking next door, her pussy moistening at the thought. Then her mind turned it's attention to the memory of young Jessica, and the delightfully naughty signals the girl had been sending her all night.
Could she really go through with it? The wine had already significantly lowered her inhibitions, and she was very tempted. She glanced sideways at Lizzie, who seemed to be ready to pass out. Her lips were slightly parted and she was breathing softly, her eyes closed.