This is a fictional story and all characters are 21 years and over.
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By way of introduction my name is Mark. I find myself in my mid-late thirties and living a very happy life in Zurich, Switzerland, with my beautiful wife and best friend, Maria.
As I sit on the train to work, just the thought of composing this story has made my cock twitch in my trousers. The pretty mid-thirty-year-old sitting opposite just glanced downwards and continued to stare as I attempted to adjust and hide my hardening rod within my flimsy suit trousers. Yet for some reason I don't even feel embarrassed as would normally have done. Perhaps it's the crazy impact the story I'm about to tell has had on my life that's making me feel so nonchalant, or free. Or perhaps I've just totally lost my mind?
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My mother is one of five girls and I'm lucky to have many cousins as a result. Even though our unique lives have dispersed us throughout the UK and Europe, the closeness of our wider family unit shines as all 25 family members reconnect annually, typically renting out a large country dwelling for a long weekend of fun. On this occasion though, we were meeting up at a hotel in Scotland to celebrate the marriage of my cousin John to his fiancée Debbie.
To give some history though, I have always been closest with my cousin Paul, given we're the same age, grew up together in the same town and went to the same senior school. We only got an opportunity to see certain family members once or twice a year at most, but despite our age gaps all the cousins integrated well over the years. Karin and Amy, sisters, both lived the farthest away, but were closest in age to Paul and I so we naturally gravitated towards them and socialized with them the most whenever we met up.
Karin was only slightly older than us, and Amy was a further 18 months behind her. Looking at them now, both in and around their mid-thirties, in good jobs earning sizable London salaries, they oozed an air of class that made them a catch for any man.
Amy was married to James, an affluent banker originating from Berkshire, England, and had two kids. I wasn't ever a big fan of James if I'm honest. He swanned about the place like he was a cut above everyone else, but I did my family duties and spoke to him where and when required. Karin on the other hand was currently single, having gone through a messy divorce 2 years prior.
I should take a moment to describe them, as they certainly had many admirable features. They both had long, straight blonde hair that fell over their shoulders and meandered mid-way down their backs, with Amy's locks probably a slightly darker shade, perhaps what you'd describe as a 'dirty blonde' colour (pun intended!).
They both had striking blue eyes, but at 5ft 6, Karin was smaller than her younger sister. Every now and then she would show off her superb breasts, which I'd guess were a 34C or possibly even 34D, and she had a wonderfully flat stomach with slightly larger, sorry, rounder buttocks.
Amy on the other hand was taller than her sister, standing at 5ft 9, and the length of her figure was only accentuated by her wonderful model-like legs. She did have smaller breast than Karin, I'm guessing B cups, but they suited her pose.
Looks aside though, when putting their obviously, and quite frankly, annoyingly high intellects aside (they'd gleaned these from attending pretty posh schools and universities growing up), their best features were their relaxed, kind and somewhat shy, endearing personalities. On the surface you could clearly recognize they were from a higher level of social class than the rest of us cousins, yet we all shared the same moral values and close family bond into our adult lives.
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As my wife, Maria, and I were packing to head back to Scotland for my cousins wedding, unfortunately Maria received some upsetting last-minute news and had to attend the funeral of a close friend, forcing her to miss the gathering altogether. I was left in two minds as to whether I should be supporting her and attending the funeral in person myself, but she insisted I keep my plans and to enjoy the special event and time with my family...
Arriving at the hotel the day before the wedding, only my Aunt Sophie, her husband, Uncle Bob, and my cousin John, their son, were there, yet soon after the others arrived in their droves. When Karin entered through the front doors of the hotel lobby, she came bounding up to me, swung her arms around me and planted a big, full on, almost wet kiss right on my lips.
I admit my wider family are somewhat strangely affectionate towards each other, so a small kiss on the lips and lots of cuddles were the norm. This, however, was a whole lot more, and it hadn't happened before. I immediately thought how I wished Paul had arrived sooner to witness the event as there's no way he'd believe me if I told him now!
As our eyes met after the kiss stopped and her arms started to withdraw, I was half shocked yet felt weirdly disappointed at how brief the fantastic encounter had been. We continued with the usual 'it's great to see you, how are you?' small talk, before quickly being forced to move on to greet the next incoming family member.
As my mind wandered, I thought, 'Jeez, thank goodness my wife, Maria, wasn't there to witness our reunion. She'd have cut my balls off by now! I know Karin's divorced, but surely she didn't actually intentionally do that, did she?'
With that I decided I was reading far too much into things and knew she'd just dismiss it ever even happened if I dared to bring it up.
What I did know for sure though was that nobody else saw anything, and I was definitely going to put that memory safely into my wank-bank so I can ferociously beat to it in the not-so-distant future.
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As a family we decided to head outdoors and go for a meandering walk along part of a nearby lake, mostly to stretch our legs after a long day of travel for the majority of the family. My parents had informed me I'd been to the location before as a child, but seeing it again during a sunny day as an adult made me realise how beautiful a place it actually was.
No different than usual, conversations flowed between our family as we chatted ferociously to find out how everyone was doing, what they were up to, etc. We were all happy to be there, together.
Before long Paul, Karin, Amy and I had gathered into a small group and chatted away like old times. Paul and Amy seemed delighted to have left their respective partners to look after their kids, allowing them to have some needed reprieve and converse in adult conversation for once.
"It's such shame Maria couldn't make it, Mark," Amy said with a sad but understanding expression on her face.
"Yes, she was looking forward to seeing everyone and is sad to be missing the event. She says a big 'Hi' by the way."
Karin grabbed my arm, cuddling briefly into my side. "Oh, don't worry, Mark, we'll take good care of you whilst she's gone."
I looked over at Paul but he hadn't paid any real attention to the remark, missing what I felt were clear associations to more sinister connotations.
After our brief 'kiss' earlier that afternoon, my mind immediately started nervously, but excitedly, dancing to the thought of all the lude undertones the comment may relate to. As my cock twitched in my jeans, it reminded me of just how much of a dirty bastard I was, and also of how often I'd jerked off to the thought of these two beautiful women in the last few years.
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Later that evening after drinks had been flowing and a lovely meal had been had, the family moved and congregated together in the spacious hotel bar. Unfortunately, we were one seat short to accommodate all, but Karin just jumped onto my lap, threw her left arm over my shoulders and slammed her butt right onto my crotch.
"It's fine, I'll sit here, if that's ok with you, Mark?"
