Naked With Crazy Cousin Katy

Paranoid, bipolar chick burns our clothes forcing us all to be naked.

This is an incest story. All characters are over eighteen.

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"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."

That quote from William Shakespeare is what pops into my mind as I look back on a day I spent with my sister, my cousin Katy, and Eve, her college roommate, at a vacation cabin in rural Virginia one summer's day when the adults were absent.

I fall into the third category. I was a regular eighteen-year-old boy struggling to come to terms with my suddenly tall and lanky body and wondering how I fit into the world.

I had recently graduated from high school. My four years there were uneventful which was fine with me. My main focus was to not draw attention to myself.

I remember Mrs. Hoffer explaining the phrase from

Twelfth Night

to my English class and saying that to have greatness thrust upon you doesn't mean you accidentally became great. It meant that you were put in a situation that required greatness to succeed and you were up to the challenge.

So what was my challenge you ask? I had to deal with a naked, hypersexual, scissors- wielding, bipolar, twenty-one-year-old woman who was experiencing a paranoid, manic episode.

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"Eve, take your clothes off!" Katy shouted.

"What?"

"They've been soaked in poison! You'll die!"

I woke up hearing that exchange. I was intrigued so I got out of bed, opened the door, and looked into the family room of our vacation cabin. I saw Katy naked, except for a pair of yellow dishwashing gloves. She had a crazed look on her face.

Damn! She was a good-looking woman. This was the first time I saw an actual woman naked. I was mesmerized by how her tits bounced and jiggled as she waved the scissors and stalked her roommate. I ogled her bare ass and prayed to God that she would turn so I could see her pussy.

Eve wore panties and a long tee-shirt. Her hard nipples dented the soft fabric and reminded me of Jennifer Aniston's character, Rachel, who I'd seen on reruns of the television show

Friends

.

Eve backed away from the panicked blonde and said in a calm tone, "Katy, everything is okay. Did you take your meds today?"

"No! They aren't helping me. They make me lethargic. My mind gets hazy and I feel I'm sleepwalking through life."

"You're bipolar. The medicine keeps you on an even keel. Put the scissors down."

My eyes shifted from Katy's nude body to the scissors in her hands and back to her bare breasts and ass. My mind was jumbled. I had just emerged from the fog of sleep, Katy's nudity aroused and excited me, but her words and actions confused me. Two questions dominated my thoughts: Why is Katy naked? And why is she threatening Eve?

I stepped forward cautiously. If I was honest I'd have to admit that it was partially to protect Eve, but also with the hopes that the new position might allow me to see Katy's vagina.

I was betrayed by a creaking floorboard. Katy turned instantly in my direction, ran to me, and shouted, "Aaron, get undressed. Our clothing has been poisoned!"

I froze and stared at the nude woman like a deer caught in the headlights. I was frightened by her shouting and the waving of a sharp object, and I was captivated by her bouncing breasts and hairless pussy.

She grabbed the boxers I'd worn to bed, cut them off me, and threw them on the floor. Now, I was nude in front of two adult women. The situation was surreal; I stood there with my junk hanging out too bewildered to cover my dick. My morning erection had faded, but I was still half erect. Katy stared at me as if trying to determine whether I was a friend or a foe.

"Aaron, she gets this way when she's off her meds," Eve explained. "I suggest we do as she wants until I can convince her to take her pills."

She pulled her nightshirt over her head and stepped out of her panties. Eve was a lovely, young woman, slimmer, and less busty than her college roommate. She had a small triangle of brown pubic hair on her flat belly and nothing around her sex. She had gorgeous, long, shapely legs and pretty feet with bright red nail polish. The same color decorated her fingernails.

I was filled with lust and my dick lurched. I could feel it growing heavy with blood. I covered it with both hands.

"Katy," Eve called out. "I've removed my clothes." The crazed woman turned to her, confirmed it, and picked up a laundry basket by the sofa that was full of women's clothing. She said, "We must destroy all the clothes."

She ran into my room, pulled clothing out of the dresser and my suitcase, and put everything in the basket. She returned to the main room, gathered Eve's and my sleeping attire, added it to the basket, and ran outside to the fire pit where the isolated cabin's trash was burned.

She dumped the clothes in the pit, poured on lighter fluid, and lit it. There was a big whooshing sound as flames devoured our clothes.

Eve and I stood side-by-side and watched our garments burn. She chuckled and said, "Welcome, to my world. There's never a dull moment with her. One minute she's normal. The next, she's sad, aloof, and depressed, or she's so wired, you think she is high on cocaine. And at any time, she's libel to be paranoid and convinced someone is out to get her."

"She was pretty scary waving those scissors around. Are we in danger?"

"Maybe."

"That's not very reassuring. How long will this last?"

"That's anyone's guess." She glanced at my nude body and semi-hard dick, smiled, and said, "You're eighteen, aren't you?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Because things might get dicey. Do you know much about bipolar people?"

"I've heard about the mood swings."

"Yes. When Katy is depressed, she sleeps a lot. When she's manic, like she is now, she is very energetic and prone to doing things without considering the risk. She can also become hypersexual. Sixty percent of bipolar people are. More often women than men."

"What's that?"

"Her sex drive gets jacked up. She may masturbate excessively, sometimes in inappropriate places, or she may want sex and do unsafe or improper stuff she wouldn't do if she were in her right mind, like have sex with strangers or multiple partners or you or me."

"Oh," I gasped.

Katy turned away from the fire, approached us, and demanded, "Aarron, where's Beth?"

"I don't know where my sister is," I answered. "She likes to watch the sunrise over Walton mountain. Maybe...."

"I'm here," Beth hollered as she stepped out of the woods into the clearing around the cabin. She snickered, walked toward us, and added, "Why are you naked and having a bonfire? Is this some pagan ritual?"

Katy ran to her and shouted in a terrifying voice, "Take off your clothes! They have poison on them!"

"What?" my sister screeched.

"They want to kill us all," Katy said. She tore at my sister's clothes ripping her shirt and exposing her bra. When Beth fought her, Katy raised the scissors and said, "You must!"

"Sis, you better do as she asks," I said.

"She's off her meds," Eve explained, "and thinks we are in danger. There's no reasoning with her when she's like this."

"I'm not taking..." My sister didn't get to finish her sentence. Katy jumped on her, knocked her to the ground, and started cutting clothes off her. Beth looked into Katy's cold, determined eyes and stopped fighting.

It was the right decision. My sister is 5' 2", 120 pounds, and the most athletic things she does are dance at clubs with her friends and go hiking. Katy, on the other hand, is 5' 8" and 145 pounds. She plays all sorts of sports: basketball, softball, lacrosse, and field hockey. I've seen her run over people.

Katy got Beth's clothes and hiking boots and threw them into the fire.

Beth watched gobsmacked while sitting on the ground. I stared at my twenty-year-old sister. I'm sure my mouth was opened and a look of astonishment and curiosity was on my face. This was the first time I'd seen her mature body uncovered. She had nice, round tits with hard, dark red nipples. Her bush was heavily trimmed so I easily saw her slit and fat outer lips.

She caught me studying her, quickly scrambled to her feet, put an arm across her chest, and a hand over her pussy. She came to stand by Eve and asked, "What are we going to do?" She fidgeted, like she was nervous, and gave my dick more than one glance.

"Wear a lot of sunscreen," Eve said and laughed. We stared at her like she was crazy.

"We don't have a lot of choices," Eve said. "Our clothing is gone and we are stranded in this secluded cabin. It's too far to walk anywhere. Our phones can't pick up a signal, and your folks took the only vehicle when they were called away to deal with a family emergency."

She shrugged and added, "I'll try to convince her to take her medicine, but Katy can be bull-headed at times."

"So we're stuck!" Beth said frustrated. She turned to me and said, "So help me God! If you get a hard-on from looking at me, I'll tear your dick off!" She huffed, turned around, and marched off.

Eve and I watched her walk away. She said, "You've got a problem. Your sister has nice boobs and a great ass. I'm getting wet seeing her naked. Thankfully, when I'm aroused it's easy to conceal. In your case, there's no way you can hide a big, old erection."

She looked at my dick and said, "Tell you what, to keep the peace between you and your sister, when you feel your cock getting hard, rub up against me and pretend I'm the reason."

"What... what makes you think I get aroused from seeing my sister naked?" I stammered.

She gave me a knowing smile, brought her hand to my forehead, and smoothed a tuft of hair back into place. My dick lurched to a full erection and stuck her in the stomach. She pointed at my erection and said, "Because you're an eighteen-year-old guy. Everything excites you. I smooth your hair and you get a boner. If your seventy-year-old grandmother bent over you'd look down her shirt."

I opened my mouth to object. She smirked, wagged a finger in my face, and said, "Don't try to tell me otherwise. I'm not saying you're a pervert. I'm older than you and I know that kind of behavior is hardwired into your being. You're surrounded by three beautiful, naked women. Considering one's your sister and another is your cousin, me, the one who is not related to you, is your safest option to explain away your inevitable erections."

She smiled and squeezed and stroked my dick. I groaned and blasted a shot of cum on her belly. "Oh, sorry," I cried.

She looked surprised and then crossed. She watched me gasp, moan, and blush. She saw no hint of guile on my face. I guess she realized it was an accident and not an attempt to get one over on her. She grinned and asked, "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"That explains the hair-trigger." She stroked my dick milking the rest of the cum out of me. She chuckled and said, "This is going to be tough for you." When I was done, she wiped the white, sticky mess off her body, and cleaned her hand on the grass.

Katy ran up to us looking wild-eyed and said, "We must go bath in the lake."

"You're right. I need to clean up," Eve said with a laugh.

"We must get Beth," Katy announced and she went into the cabin. Eve and I followed. My sister was in the bedroom the three women shared. She was looking in the dresser drawers.

She saw us and said, "Damn it, Katy! You burnt all my clothes. Nothing is left."

"It was all contaminated. Come, we must wash in the lake to remove all residue. The ones that are after us are cunning."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" my sister hollered. She confronted our cousin and got in her face.

Smack! The sound of Katy's hand contacting my sister's face rang out. "Ow! That hurt," Beth screamed. "What's wrong with you?"

"We're all in danger. I can't let you die. I'll drag your unconscious body to the lake if I have to," Katy said looking her dead in the eye with a determined expression on her face.

Eve put her hand on Katy's arm, got her attention, and said, "Let me try to convince her." Her roommate nodded.

Eve grabbed my sister's and my hands and pulled us aside. She put an arm around our waists, leaned in, and whispered, "Katy is ill. She truly believes we are in danger. Please humor her. Things will continue to escalate if you don't go along. When she calms down, I'll have a better chance to convince her to take her medicine. I've never seen her this agitated; it may be hours or days before she relents. Nothing you will say, no matter how logical or true, will have an impact on her."

She smiled and said, "What's the harm? We'll swim in the lake, lay in the sun, and get a beautiful, all-body tan."

"Easy for you to say," my sistered huffed. "You're not naked in front of your brother!"

"I'm as upset as you are," I added.

"Yeah. Right."

"This is the first time I've been naked in front of a woman. Do you think I woke up this morning and said to myself, 'Gosh, I hope today is the day I show my sister my dick'?"

"No," she answered sheepishly.

"You guys have nothing to be embarrassed about. Beth, you've got better boobs than me and Aaron, you have a bigger dick than the person I'm currently dating. Will you go along with my plan?"

We both said yes. Eve hugged us, released us, turned to her friend, and announced, "Katy, we're ready. Do we need anything? Towels?"

"Yes. Everyone, grab a towel. I'll get the Campsuds (a biodegradable liquid soap)."

We got a towel and followed Katy to the lake. She said, "We need to soak. The bastards trying to kill us will have used a powerful poison. Traces we picked up from our clothes could harm us."

She marched into the lake until the water crested her shoulders. She was like a bird in a birdbath, dunking her head, splashing around, and washing her body. We entered the lake and did the same, but not to the same fanatical degree.

My sister looked pissed, glared at me, and gave me the evil eye. While Katy was underwater, I said, "Beth, why are you angry at me? This isn't my fault. I'm not the one who's cut your clothes off and burnt them."

"No, you didn't, but you've been staring at me. I feel your eyes scanning my body. It's creepy. It's like bugs are crawling all over me." I was stunned into silence because I didn't know how to respond since the accusation was true.

"Beth, give him a break," Eve said. "He's an eighteen-year-old virgin who has only seen naked women on the internet. This is overwhelming. He can't help himself. It's like asking a dog not to chase a cat or a rooster not to crow."

"I don't like him looking at me!" my sister responded. Eve looked at me and shrugged. I went into deeper water and dunked my head.

After splashing around and immersing our bodies in the lake water for five minutes, Katy said, "I think we've been in long enough. Now, we need to scrub." She walked to the shore.

The women followed and like synchronized swimmers, they bent over at the hips, one after the other, to pick up their towels. They held the position, mooning me and allowing me to see their pussies and assholes as they dabbed the water off their faces and dried their long, wet hair.

The sight was amazing! They were gorgeous and sexy as hell. I instantly got a boner. Eve had a small, tight bottom. Smooth and sleek. Katy had more junk in the trunk with a lovely, inverted heart-shaped bum. My sister took the cake. Hers was big and round. It reminded me of a juicy peach and I wanted to sink my teeth into her plump behind.

I slowly moved to shore to maximize the amount of time I could leer at the backsides of the three amazing women. "What are you staring at? You pervert," my sister said catching me gazing on her most private parts with a lascivious grin on my face.

"Get out, Aaron," Katy said as she stood and faced me. "We have to scrub."

I didn't move because I didn't want them, especially my sister, to see my erection. That choice was taken from me when Katy waded into the lake, grabbed me, and dragged me to shore. They all saw my hard-on.

"You sicko!" my sister said with venom in her voice. She gave me a roundhouse slap that brought tears to my eyes and caused my left ear to ring.

"Enough!" Katy shouted. "We have to wash. Put out your hands." We did. She gave us some of the Campsuds, got some herself, and we all washed. There was no chance my erection was going to subside as I watched three women soap their boobs, butts, and cunts.

I wasn't the only one who was aroused. "Oh. Mmmm," Katy moaned as she rubbed her crotch. What began as a cleaning session morphed into a masturbation moment. We all stopped what we were doing, and stared disturbed, yet agog as Katy got off. Her fingers flew as she massaged her clit.

"Oh. Oh! Ohhhh!" she cried as she climaxed. Her face contorted, her body spasmed, then she slumped, breathing deeply with her head down and her hands on her knees.

"Guys," Eve said. "When a bipolar person is manic they often have a sudden and tremendous increase in their libido. Combine that with their loss of inhibition, disregard of societal norms, and you get situations like this."

We stared at Katy as she experienced her period of bliss. She recovered, stood tall, and said, as if nothing unusual had happened, "Beth, wash my back and I'll wash yours. Eve, you help Aaron."

We paired up and did as she instructed. Eve's small, soft hands felt good on my back and shoulders. We switched positions. "You're so soft and delicate," I blurted out. Eve laughed and said, "That's a nice way of saying I'm skinny. I've always been petite. Small boned my mother would say. That's one reason I admire your cousin. She's strong and athletic."

"I get that, but you've been roommates for years. How can you put up with her illness?"

"First," Eve said. "She and I are more than roommates. We are lovers."

"Oh."

"You're cute when you blush." She laughed in a kind way and added, "My mother was bipolar. She was a prolific poet, and she loved rock and roll. She was unconventional, interesting, and funny. She had her moments, and our family got through them. When I discovered your cousin was bipolar it wasn't a deal-breaker. She's never had an episode this bad, but I know it'll pass."

Our pleasant conversation was interrupted by my sister's scream. "Ahh! What are you doing!" We looked her way and saw that Katy had an arm around her waist and one hand between her legs.

"The poison collects in your body's nooks and crannies. You didn't clean your pussy well. I'm doing it properly to save your life."

"You're fingering me! This is a sexual assault!"

"It must be done," Katy said. She picked up the smaller woman, laid her on the grass, and held her down. "Ahhh!" Beth screamed again.

Eve went to them and said in a calm tone, "Katy, I know what you are doing is important, but you're scaring her. Can't you be gentle?" Katy looked at her. Her cold eyes brightened and showed a sign of recognition, she smiled, and said, "Hi, Eve. Yes, I'll be gentler."

She knelt between Beth's legs, put her face into her crotch, and, I guess, her tongue on my sister's pussy because I saw Beth sit up, looking scared and horrified, and shout, "I'm not gay. Please stop."

She struggled and tried to escape, but the bigger, stronger woman didn't allow her to go and continued with her oral efforts. Eve and I looked on. It was an awkward situation. My sister resisted but to no avail.

Eventually, she laid on her back and closed her eyes. Her nipples were fully erect, her breathing became labored, and after stifling her moans, she surrendered to her fate.

"Ohhhh!" she groaned. I saw her hips move. I felt bad for her and moved toward her.

Eve put a hand on my arm and said, "Don't do anything. Katy isn't hurting your sister, but if you startle or fight her she might accidentally injury Beth. She's in a very vulnerable position. A woman's vagina is made up of very tender flesh."