This is an edit. I was shocked and dismayed at how many grammatical and readability errors there were in the original submission. I want to apologize to the readers for not making sure it was right before I submitted it. Hopefully, this will be easier to follow.
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed are over 18 years old at the time of any sexual activities depicted in this story. The tale contains incestuous sex between consenting adults. If you have an issue with this kind of material, please do not read. If you are under the age of eighteen, leave. You are not welcome to read this material. Otherwise, I hope you like it! If you do, leave a rating and a message. Tell me what I can do better.
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KISSING COUSINS PT. 2: GETTING READY FOR THE BEACH
The first time Dez, Molly, and I got together was phenomenal. Still, it was nothing like those times we would enjoy in the months to come as we became more familiar with one another. I could not agree more with those who might question the story, but since I lived it...oh my goodness...it was terrific. I never told my friends who, but the story was marvelous in itself. Many of my close friends questioned my summer when I went back to the university in the fall, but once they met Dez and Molly, they knew I was truthful. They did not, however, ever learn that I was so closely related to them. I am also skeptical about whether those who heard the story and met the girls understood the true spirit of the tale.
There were many days during the summer we would get together and explore our newfound passions. I would assume, if others were fundamentally aware of our dynamic, people could understand there existed matters above and beyond the norm in our sexual relationships. The complexity of our times together grew increasingly experimental, but the basic structure of our menage a trois remained sound. Sometimes I would be amazed at some to the defining points of our strengthening intimacy. For example, I did not know about bisexuality. I had never witnessed the truth behind the sexual activities of female participants with each other. Back in the days when the trysts took place, I thought women were either lesbian or straight. When I found out that some of them enjoyed both sexes and men also did, my world was at first shaken, then enhanced by the knowledge. The fact that both Dez and Molly seemed to enjoy each other as much as they appreciated me freaked me out entirely at first. I was able to come to terms with their love for each other eventually and soon realized that the only reason they got together in the first place was they loved me first.
The reader of this tale must realize that the mainstay of everything human is to correct the societal norms developed millennia ago. To be conscious in thought creates for our species an entirely different set of rules to work from. Many of us tend to get bored with traditional sex and set about experimenting with pleasures we have never contemplated. Sex for enjoyment's sake is a trait only shared by our species. Sure, animals seem to get off on having that incredible experience in their lives, too. Still, in actuality, it is just for procreation. Animals do not have sexual intercourse with a partner unless the trigger to create babies exist. A female mammal must be "in heat" to draw its mate to do the deed. The time must be right and within their natural cycle for beasts to copulate. Humans, being creatures of intellect and conscious thought, could fuck all the time if they genuinely wanted to.
There is an assumption to make, however, about human sexuality. The act itself is an excellent reward for our ability to reason, create, improvise, and consummate all of the pleasures we are tempted with on a daily, sometimes hourly basis. That is most likely the main reason conservative humankind has placed so much emphasis on "sins of the flesh." In reality, if we worshipped the sexual act as much as we really wanted to, we would never get anything of any consequence accomplished. More than likely, we would still be in the caves of our prehistoric ancestors wallowing around on the earthen floors screwing our eyes out. In essence, we would be no different than our other mammal cousins except that we could fuck all day long.
There is nothing sinful about watching Dez and Molly tantalizingly caressing each other's breast, sliding their hands all over their incredible bodies, or using their tongues in their nether places: not in my mind, anyway. I do not find anything wrong when either of "my girls" slides my modest cock into their mouths or plunges their cunts to impale themselves on my pride. No matter what else I have tasted or smelled, nothing excites me as much or compares to the raw power that their sizzling pussies hold over me.
The consummation of our journey as partners opened new beginnings of discovery for us. We began to research different techniques and concepts to enhance the pleasure we afforded each other. While the new methods were strange to the very immature sexual insights that we had about our exploration, some of the alternative sexual adventures seemed utterly alien. None of us could ever imagine pain as an alternative, or even the act of anilingus. We had, of course, tickled each other and also pinched each other's nipples. Still, we had not spanked each other purposely to try to achieve that added extra to our pleasure. The idea of licking someone's asshole was not foreign to us because each of us had inadvertently touched the other's brown-eyed petal while performing oral sex. It was not something we could imagine doing just to get off on. While the act of fucking their ass was not only tempting, it was something I wanted to get off on eventually. I would not even consider doing it without a condom on, however. The suggestion of bare-backing and having my cock covered with shit was a total turn-off for me. At the time, I did not know anything about proper cleanout techniques for anal sex.
There were those other things we considered not too terrible to experiment with. We did not find some concepts objectionable. We would occasionally urinate on each other, eat food from each other's bodies, or even allow Molly's dog, Ginger, to join us on the bed. The dog was not there to have sex with, of course, but to enable Molly the pleasure of rubbing the dog's furry coat while she was in the throes of orgasm. She loved that animal so much. For the most part, though, we kept it to the tried and true, those notions we understood from our basic human desires.
One of the things the girls loved was sunning nude in Grand's backyard. I believe the chance they would get caught by one of the neighbors was their biggest turn-on. While I did encourage their nudism, I cautioned them about having sex in the open. In our part of the South, at the time our relationship took place, it would have been considered social suicide to be caught in a same-sex adventure. It would not matter whether it was two girls or two boys. The stigma we would suffer, if our incestuous sex were ever found out, would be bad enough. Still, if people knew the girls were hot for themselves as well, we would have to move away to start over.
One afternoon, we were all lounging on our towels in the backyard. We had carefully put tanning lotion on our bodies, making sure we covered every inch of our skin. The girls, being afraid of my dick being too exposed to the sun, made sure to lend special attention. We had enjoyed the impromptu massage, talked awhile, then lay down to enjoy the rays when Grands showed up to check on Desirea. She was not surprised by the fact the two girls were sunbathing nude as she had seen them do it before, but she seemed a little annoyed at seeing me there.
"Don't you know that the neighbors might see you with the girls, Ricky?" she yelled, not harshly mind you, but firmly.
"I know Grands, but they looked like they were having such a relaxing time, and they did invite me to join them," I replied sort of sheepishly.
"Still doesn't look good," she continued. "I need to talk to all three of you in the house. Now, if you don't mind."
The three of us looked at each other for a minute or so, and then began wrapping the beach towels around ourselves. A few minutes later, we found that we were sitting on Grand's couch across from her recliner. The silence was deafening, there was so much tension in the air. We knew we had been caught. Of course, we were not sure what Grands found us doing, but we did understand something was going on in her mind.
"I am not sure I agree with the freedom you young people have with your bodies these days," Grand's began, and then she paused, looking sternly at us. "...and I've been wondering about something since Desirea moved in."
"What's that, Grands?" Dez squeaked, horrified at the possibility of what was to come out of Grands' mouth. We had been having too much fun to notice other people noticing us. Those little looks, sneaky smiles, and the suggestive body language gave apparent hints.
