My head was throbbing, a thousand little hammers banging away inside it. I groaned, cursing myself for getting carried away the previous night, but then consoling myself with the excuse that at least it had been New Years Eve.
But now it was New Years Day, I was hung over, tired, and due into work in a couple of hours. I'd started a new job in IT a couple of months before, and as the newest employee in the team, I was "on call" to check a few things over. It wouldn't take long, but I really couldn't face it. I had got up just before midday, having decided as soon as I woke up that I might as well get it over with. But as soon as I had got out of bed, I knew that it was a mistake.
I had decided that a long, hot bath might do the trick, which is where I was now. But it hadn't. With another groan, I decided to leave work until later – and sunk a little lower into the welcoming water. I slid down until just my face was above water. After a while, the throbbing in my head eased off, and I started to feel better.
I sunk lower into the bath, letting the water cover me completely for a few moments before sitting up a little. I shut my eyes, laid my head back on the edge of the bath, and reluctantly thought about the little bit of work I had to do. It wasn't too bad, and I had been off over Christmas for the best part of two weeks. And what a two weeks it had been. A wide grin crossed my face as I thought back.
Annie, my twin sister, and I are nineteen, almost twenty. And we are lovers.
We've been lovers for months now, ever since we fell into each others arms when Annie needed my help, and our feelings had surged to the surface. We were also lovers with our Mum and Dad, a relationship which had developed suddenly, but very lovingly, very passionately.
But what Annie and I hadn't known until just days ago was that Mum was also involved with Martin – our Dad's father – and had been for years. I had "caught" Mum with Dad and Martin. Suddenly, all sorts of things had clicked into place, our feelings, our love for each other, our attitude. After that, the following few days had passed in a blur as we all found each other, loved each other, shared each other, our feelings for each of us deeper than ever.
Martin had gone home a couple of days ago. To be honest, he had looked very tired – but also very happy. Mum's sister, Laura, had arrived the day before yesterday. We didn't see an awful lot of Laura, and although she was really good looking - I'd had a crush on her for years when I was younger! – she had never struck us as being much fun. Annie and I knew that we needed to be careful over the next few days, while Laura was staying with us. We'd even gone to different parties last night to avoid temptation!
I shivered. The water was starting to feel cold. I quickly got washed, and then climbed out of the bath feeling a lot better. I stood in the middle of the bathroom getting dried. As always, I reached for my cock, enjoying the feel of my hand stroking along my length. I thought of Annie again, my cock responding immediately. I sat on the edge of the bath and shut my eyes, my thick cock jutting out in front of me, my hand moving slowly up and down, visions of Annie filling my mind.
"It's true then."
My eyes shot open in alarm, my hand freezing on my cock. It was Laura. She was stood watching me, leaning casually against the door frame, a wicked grin on her face. I made a grab for the towel on the floor, but she reached a foot forward to stand on it, to stop me picking it up.
"Too late," she grinned, her eyes moving slowly from mine, down my body to my cock.
"I'd heard that you were a big boy …." Her voice tailed off.
My eyes must have been wide open in surprise. I instinctively tried to cover my hard cock with my hands. Laura moved towards me, and dropped down onto her knees. She held my hands, and then gently pulled them away. My cock was softer now.
"Yummy," was all she said as she looked down at me for a few seconds, before licking her lips and standing back up.
She turned and started to walk out of the bathroom. I watched her ass swaying in her short, tight skirt. She stopped and turned a little, and for the first time I saw how hard her pointy little nipples were under her tight vest top.
"Come on," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "Come with me."
She walked back into my bedroom. I followed her, my cock bouncing softly from side to side as I walked behind her. She stopped a few feet short of the bed, and I watched as she slowly reached behind her and undid the zip and button on her skirt. She wiggled her ass so very seductively, and pushed her skirt down over her hips. Slowly she pushed it down her long, slender legs.
She bent over from her waist, her ass pointing at me, her firm, rounded, sun tanned cheeks, practically naked, with only the skimpiest of knickers hiding any part of her delightful flesh from me. She stood up, leaving her skirt in a pool around her ankles. She kicked it to one side, and moved onto the bed.
She crawled up the bed, her ass rocking from side to side, my cock growing even harder as I watched her. Once she reached the middle of the bed, she turned and sat facing me, her legs out in front of her, her arms out to me.
I crossed the room in no time at all, and threw myself onto the bed. I pulled Laura roughly into my arms and kissed her hard – too hard. She grabbed my cock, and squeezed me, making me cry out in pain. She immediately began stroking slowly up and down my length. She kissed me softly on the lips.
"Sloooooowly …….." she murmured, "Take things slowly ….."
