Author's Note: To my friends and fans, my sincere apologies for taking so damned long to continue the saga of Katy's Boobs. For years you have been patiently yet eagerly clamoring for me to continue this series and reveal whether or not Tommy will succeed in his little scheme. To date, he's done pretty well with the ladies, but at last we will learn whether or not he'll be able to openly enjoy being with his cousin Katy and her glorious boobs!
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Being pinned against the wall of the storage shed behind the house by my sexy 18-year-old cousin Katy would've been, under different circumstances, quite wonderful. But at the moment the mood was far, far from sexy. Katy's eyes raged as she glared at me, her face only an inch or two from mine.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" she growled.
Her sudden move to pin my much larger 18-year-old male frame against the wall had been surprising and had startled me, but I had actually been expecting a moment like this to hit, so it was easier for me to be cool and calm despite her rage. And her rage was perfectly understandable: she wanted to know how I knew, and how much her mother knew, about the fact that Katy and her 19-year-old brother Jack regularly engaged in incest...
The rest of the afternoon at the river had been quite amusing from my point of view, because I was the only one who knew the truth about everything from every perspective. After the frustration of having had to go all the way back into town for the secret stash of booze, Jack had returned rather enthusiastically, no doubt looking forward to relaxing for the rest of the hot day drinking cheep booze, splashing in the refreshing water, enjoying the sight of two sexy girls in bikinis. I barely managed to suppress a perpetual grin as I watched Jack's puzzlement about the mood of the group he encountered.
Shelly, Katy's age, was dozing lazily on her towel, soaking up the sun and basking in the after-glow of having achieved multiple powerful orgasms. When she occasionally shifted her position, she would glance my way, give a knowing grin, then close her eyes and doze some more. She couldn't be bothered with drinking any of the booze Jack had brought, and the couple of times he'd attempted to engage her in conversation she'd given him only monosyllabic responses, clearly indicated she had no desire to chat.
And Katy. My beautiful, voluptuous cousin Katy. As cold as ice at the moment, she was sitting on her towel, back straight, staring straight out over the natural pool at this part of the river. She barely acknowledged Jack's existence when he'd shown up, not even bothering to move or say anything when he offered a bottle of Smirnoff Ice.
Thoroughly confused by the divergent moods of these two girls, Jack finally turned to me with a "what the fuck" look. For my part, I was grinning wider than the Cheshire cat, and I happily accepted and drank down whatever cold alcoholic beverage Jack had to offer. I had recently cum twice, and with eager desperation, so I was damned thirsty, and the Ice, though way too sweet for my taste normally, was a refreshing nectar.
Yes, I was the only one who knew the truth about everything. I knew the truth about Jack's sexual relationship with his own sister. I knew the truth about who had really been the one to make Katy cum that one night (me!). I knew the truth, of course, about my own new sexual relationship with my wonderful Aunt Ellen. And I knew the truth about why Shelly was so content and Katy was so cold, while poor Jack could only pout about what he'd hoped to be a more lively afternoon.
Because everyone from their various perspectives on the different situations had to maintain a semblance of normalcy, we remained at our private little river beach for another 90 minutes or so. Succumbing to her own natural thirst, Shelly had eventually stirred and enjoyed a bottle of something, finally managing to make a little small talk with Jack and me. Katy had turned toward us and had given the occasional word of reply whenever Shelly threw a comment her way, but my cousin very pointedly avoided eye contact with me. After the bombshell I had recently dropped on her, it was understandable, but if I played my cards right, I would work things out in the end.
Eventually we packed up and headed back. Naturally I drove back with Jack, and the girls drove together in their car. I could only imagine the mood and/or conversation between them. Once Jack and I were on the road he turned to me.
"What the hell did you do?"
I glanced back at him, trying to mask my bemused expression. "What do you mean?"
"That wasn't a river beach party. It was a fucking funeral. I don't understand!"
"Well, I had fun," I said smugly.
"Why was Katy so pissed off?"
"Was she pissed off?"
"And Shelly looked like she was stoned." He kept giving me sidelong glances as he drove. "So what did you do?"
"I don't understand."
"You did something, or said something. Why was it so weird there today?"
I shrugged. "Everyone reacts differently to threesomes."
Jack jerked his head toward me, causing the vehicle to swerve suddenly before he corrected. For a full minute he stared more at me than the road. I grinned coolly back at him. Finally pulling his eyes away and back to the function of driving, he muttered, "Fine, don't tell me. Who cares?"
We'd made the rest of the drive in relative silence, and Jack, Katy and I got home in time to get cleaned up and sit down to dinner with Jack and Katy's parents. Shelly was now back at her place, and I presumed she was now contemplating the fact that I had ejaculated inside her. Would she race off to the drug store, as Aunt Ellen had done, to get the Morning After Pill? Fucking Shelly was awesome, and I would welcome any future opportunities to fuck her again, but I certainly didn't want to be tied to her by a baby!
Shortly after dinner, when once again I'd been the only one graciously helping my Aunt Ellen in the clean-up, I offered to take the trash out. It was just after I'd dropped the bag in the bin that Katy had made her ninja approach and pinned me to the wall.
She was still glaring at me, waiting to find out "what the fuck" I was talking about, referring to what I'd said to her earlier at the river, just before Jack had arrived. I'd had no choice: Katy had threatened to more or less blackmail me about the impromptu threesome I'd just had with her and Shelly, so I had been forced to defend with and indication that I knew what she'd been up to with her own brother. That counter-punch was really a one-two blow, because I'd further indicated that her mother, my Aunt Ellen, knew something about it too.
As calmly as I could, I replied. "If you'd like to hear what I have to say, you'd better start learning to stop bossing me around or slamming me up against walls." She digested this, quickly realizing I held all the cards, then slowly relaxed, dropping her arm. "Thank you," I said. "Why don't we go for a little walk."
We were dangerously close to being within earshot of someone in the house, so it was a good idea to move further away. It also gave me an extra few moments to further prepare how I was going to articulate the plan I had in mind. The plan had a very selfish and sinister goal, and if I didn't handle it perfectly it would certainly all blow up in my face.
After several paces of silence, Katy was actually the first to speak up again. "Just what do you think
you
know about Jack and me? How could you be so perverted to think that I would do anything with my own brother!"
This was the "Proof of Life" moment. I'd been expecting it. Very casually I said, "I know that you don't want him to cum inside you."
Katy froze. I continued one more step, then stopped and turned, adding, "You also get annoyed that he always wants to cum too soon." As the dimness of the evening settled around us I could see Katy's face go pale, her eyes go wide. "Shall I go on?" I asked.
I gave my cousin two full minutes to stand there, frozen, her breath shallow as her pulse quickened. This of course caused her enormous breasts to lift and fall sensuously on her heaving chest. I had her dead to rights, and she knew it. She was clearly mortified. It actually took her three attempts to hoarsely croak out in a whisper.
"How...how did...?"
"How did I find out?" I finished for her. She nodded. "It was an accident." Well, in a way it