Jackie and Jill'in it

"Do you think she has nice tits?" Jill suddenly asked me staring at the girl sitting on the end of the diving board.

I couldn't help but look of course, especially being directed to. "Yeah, I suppose they are," I told her. "Probably not real though."

"You don't think those are real?" Jill asked curiously.

I looked carefully once again. "Nope, I don't think so, just a little too perky if you ask me."

"Mine are perky!" Jill said in defiance. "Don't you think so?"

Now I was looking at hers of course, even though she had on a tee-shirt covering them. "Well sure...yes, but not like I've actually seen them either," I said in my own defense. "But I'm sure they don't look anything like hers do."

"Oh? So whose do you think looks better?" she asked once again. I was about to reiterate that I really couldn't fairly compare the two, when to my surprise Jill lifted up her tee-shirt actually baring her breasts. "Well?"

I had on some few occasions managed to catch a glimpse here or there of my cousin's tits, usually when she leaned over wearing one of her more loosely fitting tank tops. I'd even spied a bare nipple once, but only for the briefest of seconds, and never anything like this. Now, here she sat, tee-shirt fully pulled up and over her boobs, both of them staring at me with those perfect little twin, tan colored nipples sitting atop two of the most perfectly shaped orbs I had ever seen before. And I can honestly say, I've seen a few.

"Ah...wow," was all I could really say.

"Well?" she pressed once more. "Are they or aren't they as pretty as hers are?"

"Much more...beautiful," I stammered. "And besides, like I said, hers probably aren't even real anyway," I added, though that didn't seem to impress Jill a whole lot.

Jill looked at the TV once again just as the pool guy had finished putting some sun-tan oil on the girls back which she'd obviously coaxed him into doing for her, and then had turned so that he'd apply some of it to her breasts as well. His hands were still fixed on the girl's tits and he was now obviously playing with them, not just rubbing on the suntan oil.

"See how they hardly even move while he's touching them?" I pointed out. "That's one for sure way you can tell."

I didn't catch the movement at first, but then suddenly Jill had stood and had stepped in front of me blocking the TV.

"Go ahead, touch them," she stated. "Tell me if you like the way these feel better than the way those would."

"Jill, I don't need to touch them to know that," I said simply. "I'm sure I would."

"Then do it," she said once again. "I would really like to know what you think."

"Why?" I asked, but had placed both hands on my cousin's breasts even as I said that.

"Because Jim once told me he thought I should get a boob-job someday and get even bigger breasts than I have already, but I couldn't understand why he'd want me to do that, unless they aren't attractive enough or feel the way they should feel," she told me seriously. "So? What do you think?"

"I think that Jim's an asshole for starters," I said removing my hands from my cousin's breasts. "And secondly, you have nice boobs, and they feel just right, just the way they are."

Satisfied, she pulled her shirt down covering them once again and took her seat back on the couch. I was thankful for that, as at least the armrest concealed the fact that I now had an erection, which I'd been struggling with in the first place after the movie had begun. But now, actually having seen and then touched Jill's tits, there was no hiding it or willing it to go away after that either.

And of course, to make matters worse, the two were now fucking on top of the diving board.

Jill started laughing. "They get that thing bouncing too much more, they're going to bounce themselves right off of it!" Then Jill quit laughing as the camera zoomed in for some pretty explicit close-ups. "Damn, is that what it really looks like?" she asked seriously.

I had no idea what to say, so I didn't. I just sat there in my chair with an enormous erection watching two people fucking, thinking about my cousins bare tits, and trying very hard not to do so.

"Don't laugh," Jill began, which was the last thing I wanted to do under the circumstances anyway, "but though we only had sex a couple of times, I've never really even seen a guys dick before, I mean not a hard one anyway."

What she just told me didn't make any sense, and I as much told her so.

"We never really did anything except in the dark," she explained. And though I certainly touched him a couple of times, you know...played with it, I never actually saw what it was I was playing with, or what it looked like," she said seriously. "That..." she then added pointing at the TV, is actually the first hard dick I've ever really seen before now."

"You're serious?" I said disbelievingly. "You mean to tell me you and Jim have done it, and you've actually never even seen him when you did?"

"Nope...not even once. Most of the time he was in such a hurry to get it in me, that I never did see what he even looked like, or especially afterwards when he was always in such a hurry to put it away."

"Good hell, no wonder..." I heard myself saying before I could stop the words from coming out.

"No wonder what? No wonder that I was always coming home and masturbating afterwards?" she finished the thought for me. "Now you know why."

"So you never did with him?" I questioned.

"No," she actually admitted softly. "I figured that after a while things would sort of improve, but they really never did. If anything, it just got worse, at least for me it did."

"Damn, I'm sorry Jill, it shouldn't actually be that way at all. Trust me, it can be a hell of a lot better than that," I assured her. "And I'm sure with someone else...it will be."

We both sat staring at the TV for a few moments after that, the action if anything a lot wilder and more erotic than anything we'd even seen up until now. I also knew the inevitable cum-shot was only moments away as the pool guy was now sitting on the edge of the pool, the girl in the water now sucking and jacking him off which was a sure indication that's where this one was going to finish up.

"Seen enough?" I finally had to ask, hoping that she had as I was even more uncomfortable now than I had been.

"Never seen that either," she said indicating that she was fully aware of what we were only moments away from actually seeing.

"Yeah well," I spoke not sure what else to comment or say about that.

"Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you do me a big favor?" she asked.

"Name it," I told her hoping that whatever it was, that it would involve turning off the TV before the inevitable happened on screen.

"Would you let me see yours?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," she said softly. "I'm willing to bet you have one right now, and I'd like to actually see one, and not just on the TV, but actually see and feel one, she added while being able to look at it for myself."

"Holy shit Jill, do you hear what you're asking me? What you're saying?"

"Of course I do, don't be an idiot. We've known each other for a long time now, and I wouldn't have asked you if I was uncomfortable about asking it, or didn't feel like I could trust you. So...will you or won't you?"

Dumb-founded, I just sat there for a moment not sure of what I should or shouldn't do. "Maybe this will help," Jill said standing up, and once again lifted her tee-shirt, only this time she didn't just pull it up, she pulled it up and over her head so that both of her bare breasts were clearly visible to me once again. "Is that better?"

It was...and it wasn't.

#

Jill really was a beautiful young woman, and sure, I had had several naughty delicious thoughts about my own cousin in the privacy of my own mind, but that wasn't something I was about to confess having either. But now...being confronted with actually looking at her, let alone her wanting to look at, and possibly even touch me was something else entirely.

"Please?"

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but I then stood and began undoing my belt.

"Come sit over here beside me," she said patting the couch. "That way I can see you better," she said simply.

I was self-conscious as hell, without really having a reason to be. But she was after all my own cousin. And she was staring at my hard erect prick with an intensity I had never seen before, not from any woman I'd ever met at least.

Sitting beside her, she tentatively reached out placing her hand around it and began feeling it. She giggled. "Wow, it's so hard, and so warm to the touch," she stated as though she were hypnotized.

Just as I almost found myself to be as she kept fondling my erection, exploring it with both her eyes as well as her hands. "That's even better than I imagined it should be," she stated finally.

Thankfully, we had missed the cum-shot on the TV, though why I thought that I really don't know. But what we both looked up to discover at that very moment was another woman, a different one who was lying in a bed with another guy who was currently going down on her, licking her pussy with several very intimately revealing close-ups showing what he was doing to her while all this was going on.

"Fuck," Jill actually moaned out loud. "Have you ever done that?" she asked me point blank, "to a girl?"

Once again I was near speechless, "Ah...sure, several times," I actually found myself saying.

"Really? What's it like?" she asked me.

"What do you mean what's it like? For you? For me?" I didn't know what she was asking me really, and once again felt foolish like having just been turned inside out tongue wise. "I take it...you've never experienced that before."

Jill didn't immediately answer me though, her face was glued to the TV watching the guy's tongue rapidly flicking the woman's hard exposed clit back and forth as he now likewise wormed a finger inside her juicy wet passage.

"Oh fuck," Jill moaned even more deeply, and then actually slipped a hand down to her shorts, unzipping them as she did so. Sitting there next to her on the couch, my prick hard and as straight as it had ever been, became even more so as Jill quickly kicked off her jeans, removed her tiny black thong, and spread her legs, slipping a finger delicately into herself just as the guy on the TV was doing.

Things were obviously out of control at this point, and I didn't know what I should do about it, if anything one way or the other. But sitting there watching her as she actually began playing with herself wasn't something I suddenly wanted her to not finish doing either.

"Jerk it off for me," she said then. "I want to see it," she added as she turned slightly towards me, her own fingers now rubbing against her clit as she exposed her most intimate parts towards me.

Somehow I managed to convince myself this was all normal exploratory kind of stuff and that Jill was merely full-filling her curiosity with someone she felt safe and comfortable in being with. But whatever reservations or guilt I might have entertained in the beginning, soon flew right out the window as I sat there watching my cousin as she fingered herself so openly before me, and especially when the woman on the TV began climaxing as the guy continued going down on her. That seemed to trigger everything at once, and I knew I was only seconds away from shooting a load.

"Please...Brian? Let me."

The next thing I knew, Jill had once again wrapped her hand around my hard stiff cock and was gently, expertly milking it. A second or two after that, I was in heaven.

#

"Wow," she breathed lustily for what seemed like an eternity afterwards. "You came a lot!"

"Tell me about it," I said sheepishly, now feeling a bit guilty after all. I had cum running all over my chest and legs, and she sat staring at her hands and fingers that were still covered in my spunk, though she seemed quite curious about it as she sat there playing with it. "Someone at school once told me it's good for the skin," she said matter-of-factly, and then I watched as she began rubbing it onto, and into her breasts. "Who knows? Maybe they're right?"

"Maybe..." was all I could think of to say. But then I thought of something else, and wondered if I really dare.

"Jill? Would you let me do something for you?" I asked her.

"What?"

I didn't really want to tell her, so I just knelt down on the floor between her legs and leaned forward. She immediately got the hint. Wordlessly, she leaned back even deeper against the cushions of the couch, spreading her legs even more openly than they already were as my tongue darted out, spearing that hard little pink nubbin between her lips.

"Holy shit!" she cried out a second after that. "Holy fucking shit!"

#

Jill's ear-piercing little scream actually startled me, I hadn't expected that. But then again, I don't think she'd expected it either. I had never seen a woman thrash back and forth as wildly beneath me as she did. Her fingers all but digging into my scalp as she pressed herself against me as she came, and as she mashed my head so deeply into her that I could barely even breathe. But somehow I managed to, all the while continuing to gently flick the tip of my tongue back and forth over the surface of her tiny little clit, gradually slowing as the ebb of her intense climax slowly eased with it.

It was now late, and we were very much running the risk of her mother, and my Aunt returning home. Straightening up the mess, and ensuring we didn't leave one, I snatched the movie from the TV before I forgot about it and headed upstairs to my room, as Jill likewise did to her own. We both had a lot to think about, at least I know I did. We had crossed a pretty thin line tonight, and it worried me about what that might mean for the future, for our own relationship and the closeness we'd always shared together. Had we actually damaged it? Or would it survive?

I had been in my room for only a few minutes when I heard the front door opening. Aunt Jackie had finally gotten home, just after midnight, and for Jill and I, not a moment too soon. I lay in the darkness listening to the sound of her footsteps on the stairs, going into her bedroom for a bit, then out again down the hallway to the restroom that we both shared. I found myself needing to pee, the nervous tension and strain finally catching up to me, though I waited for a while even after hearing her return to her bedroom. I soon got up and quietly went to the door, peeking out and noticed that the light beneath her bedroom door was out. Why I felt the need to be quiet, sneaky perhaps was some sort of hold-over I imagined from what Jill and I had been doing earlier, as though she would see it in my face and suddenly know were she to look at me, at least before morning anyway when I had a chance to gather myself together a bit more than I was now.

As I passed by her bedroom door, I stopped hearing a faint noise as I did. It certainly wasn't her snoring, she hadn't been inside the room long enough to fall deeply asleep that fast. Then the familiar sound came to me, I wasn't so naive that I hadn't heard it before, nor knew what was going on inside. My Aunt had a vibrator, and she was using it! She had either had a lousy night after all, and was trying to get some relief from it, or...she had had a wonderful night, short of being really wonderful, and was trying to make it even more so. Either way, after what I'd experienced myself tonight, getting caught standing outside my Aunt's door listening to her masturbating suddenly didn't seem like such a very good idea, so I hurried on down the hallway to the bathroom, and returned to my own room without stopping to listen on the way back.

#

Sunday was my only real day off. And I usually slept in whenever it was. Though for me sleeping in wasn't much past 8:00 either. I woke, feeling nervous and edgy. Jill and I hadn't really had any time to discuss what had happened between us, and I couldn't help but wonder what she might be feeling about now, if she might even be mad, or disgusted with me. Having just gone through such an ordeal as breaking up with her boyfriend, then feeling vulnerable and ending up doing what she'd done with me, and what I'd then done to her...I was imagining all sorts of horrible things by the time I got downstairs and found my Aunt and Cousin out on the deck sharing a morning cup of coffee.

Jill smiled brightly towards me as I came out carrying an empty cup. "Morning sleepy head, sleep well?" she asked grinning like the cat that had eaten the canary.

"Ah yeah, you?" I asked back trying not to look in my Aunt's direction initially in the event I might give something away. She didn't seem to notice however, just smiling herself.

"Well I'm glad to see everyone's in a much better mood than yesterday," she once again said still smiling. "I certainly am!"

Obviously I'd been correct. Aunt Jackie had had a pretty good evening as well, probably reliving it to some extent just before going to sleep.

"Well, I'm off," Jill announced. "Need to get showered and get my butt off to work, see you two later," she grinned, then bent giving her mother a quick kiss, then danced over to me doing the same before disappearing back inside the house.

I watched as Aunt Jackie placed the newspaper she was reading down on the table, lowering her glasses as she looked over the rim of them towards me.

"Jill said that you helped her get over that idiot she's been seeing," she told me.

"Yeah, well we talked," I said a little uneasily. "I think there were just a few things she needed to get off her chest, but hopefully it helped."

"Oh I'm sure it did," she said still continuing to sit there and smile. "Nothing like a good orgasm to get you through the rough times hey?"

Every hair on my neck was standing straight up. I wondered briefly if there was a butcher knife hidden away beneath the newspaper on the table and that any moment now she'd pick it up and plunge it into me. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't, continuing to play stupid, hoping against hope that she had meant something else entirely.

"I'm sure you're wondering..." she began now taking her glasses completely off, setting them down on the table. I got home a lot earlier than you actually think I did," she told me. "You see, I didn't exactly have the best night myself, and rather than stick it out and have an even lousier one, I decided to call it a night and come home. So...imagine my surprise when I walked by the window, you know, you really should check to make sure that it's closed next time," she informed me, interrupting herself. "Anyway, there the two of you are, watching porn movies together. So O.K., I find that interesting enough, but then when I crept down stairs and stood there watching the two of you touching and fondling one another, well then I really knew what was going on."

"Aunt Jack...it really wasn't like I'm sure you might think, it's a bit more complicated than that, but not as bad as it seems," I stammered trying to make it sound like less than I was actually making it, and especially as she'd obviously witnessed everything with her own eyes.

But what blew me away was when she actually laughed. "Brian, I got the jist of what was going on. And why and how that could happen. Honey...I'm really not mad at either one of you. The two of you have had a close relationship for years now, and frankly, I had thought that something like this might have happened long before now. The fact that it obviously hadn't until last night is what actually surprised me the most. Well...that and realizing that poor Jill's never had a man go down on her before either, that surprised me a little too, but the fact that you were at least her first, then she at least got to experience that particular little pleasure from someone that obviously knows, and cares about what they're doing."