Later that afternoon

It was that darned e-Bike. I thought my sister and I were alone because we were so far back in the woods that we'd hear anyone approaching. You can hear the engine on anything people ride on the muddy forest roads from far away, and I could tell if it was a dirtbike, ATV or offroad truck and make a good guess at the engine displacement well before I saw the vehicle. But cousin Lacey on her high-end e-Bike made no sound as she approached. And people wonder why rednecks don't like green technology.

Lacey gave me a smirk then road off just before my sister had herself upright after getting fucked in the ass. I didn't want to worry Christie about this yet so I figured I'd confront Lacey back at the house. Or maybe she'd never say anything about it... yeah right. Lacey still mocked me over dumb stuff I'd said when I was a little kid, like when I said I wanted to grow up to be a Pro Wrestler. To her I was the hick cousin from the sticks, if she found out I was banging my sister? I just hoped all she did was tease me relentlessly, in lieu of telling everyone what she'd seen. But I'd spent the summer at their beach house with her two years ago and knew about all the dudes she'd banged, if she had any shame she'd be afraid I'd tell everyone about that. Except I doubted she had any shame.

Oh well, worrying wouldn't do me any good. I made sure Christie and I were cleaned up and that we'd gotten enough future firewood, then drove us back to the house. As we got back, the great feminine shopping expedition was returning so we helped them in with their things. They started showing off their hauls in the living room but Aunt Olivia went right up to my room with her paper bag so full of books the strap had already broken and she was carrying it underhanded.

I went to take a shower. Being such an old house there are three bathrooms but they all open to the common hallway and don't lock. Just part of the real farmhouse experience, I suppose. The only free bathroom was at the end of the hall upstairs, it's the one with an old fashioned tub converted to include a shower, with a wraparound shower curtain. The room's design has 1960s black and white tile that has unexpectedly come back in style, I saw some of the city cousins posting it to Instagram and getting lots of likes. Who ever thought our quaint farmhouse would be trendy...

About midway through my shower, hands appeared and ripped the curtain open. There was cousin Lacey, and me in my birthday suit. Lacey is like a much more sexed up version of my sister. Where Christie has the whole farmgirl hottie look going on with her jeans and flannel and pony tail, Lacey's hair blond hair is shorter and parted in the middle with no bangs, and her eyebrows are threaded, giving her this too-perfect look. She's skinnier than Christie but with bigger boobs, somehow, and a spray tan. She's hot, but a little too artificial for my redneck tastes. And she's my cousin... although at this point, I'm not gonna pretend I didn't think about what she looked like naked. She was wearing a pink spaghetti strap top and even now I couldn't help looking at her ample cleavage.

"Hello Lacey," I said in annoyance, not trying to hide my nudity as I stood there in the shower, "Are you gonna kill me now like in Psycho?"

She rolled her eyes. "You fuck your sister and call me the psycho? That's bold," she said with a smirk. Like I said she's from the New York City branch of the family and acts up to the snobby stereotype.

"Like you and Zach never did anything?" I asked. This was probably dumb, but I'd always suspected she and her little brother were a bit too close. They were both super-attractive snobs and shared a smug awareness of how hot they were.

"Pssh we're not rednecks like you and Christie!" Lacey said.

"Yeah yeah," I said, not expecting her to admit it. "So are you gonna **** me?"

"Don't be an asshole," she said, "You're lucky I don't tell everybody. You should be kissing my ass, not being a smart-alack."

"Do you want me to kiss your ass?" I offered.

"Ewww no," she said, "But tell Christie she has to kiss my ass. And lots of other stuff. Or I'll tell everybody you guys are fucking."

Well, that was interesting. At least it confirmed Lacey was a pervert. "Do I get to watch?" I asked.

"No, dickhead!" Lacey said, then she looked at my growing erection. "Zach's is a lot bigger, you know."

I smirked. "I knew you fucked him," I said.

She grinned. "I didn't say that. But tell your sister I expect her to do what I say."

"Yeah yeah," I said, "But she's not fucking dudes at the party tonight with you."

"Whatever gave you that idea? You're a fucking idiot, Mark. Don't forget to tell your sister what she has to do."

And with that she stormed off. My family sure is weird and perverted, huh? Well, I don't care. It's sexy as hell.

Maybe **** runs in the family. Like I said I'd always suspected it of Lacey and Zach, they look like models from Abercrombie and Fitch, and they're always so proud of how hot the other is. Thinking about them fucking was kind of hot... but also unsettling. The whole thing with Lacey knowing I was fucking my sister was scary. I never wanted anyone but Aunt Olivia and my sister herself to know about our beautiful but taboo love triangle. But now fucking Lacey knew about my sister at least, and probably she'd tell Zach. It felt like this whole situation had gotten completely out-of-control. I was horny but sick to my stomach too. Not a good combination.

After my shower I went back to my room wrapped in a towel. I needed to get my mind off Lacey. There was Aunt Olivia on her stomach on my bed, nose in a new book from the shopping trip. Ah, that reminded me of when life was simpler and I was just fucking my aunt in peace in our condo.

"Oh, is that my nephew? Finally checking in on his elderly aunt?"

I giggled. "You're not even 40, Aunt Olivia," I said, closing the door and dropping the towel in front of her for the never-ending thrill of being naked in front of a beautiful lady. I shouldn't have been horny again after fucking my sister's ass and getting caught by Cousin Lacey, but nevertheless, I was horny again. "But how are you doing?"

"Oh I got a lot of good books," she said, "I'm very happy!"

"Great," I said, "We'll take them back to the condo. I was just thinking, family is fun and all... but it will be nice to be back there with just you. Much quieter."

She gave me the biggest smile, obviously glad that I cared for her like that. "Exactly, Mark," she said, "It's nice to come back for a few days but smelling those cows I'm reminded why I moved away from the farm."

I laughed. I was still naked, standing in front of her with a big erection which she hadn't noticed, of course. "Give me a kiss," I said, putting my cock in front of her lips. It was so easy to fool her like this, she never quite knew what social customs were so if I put my cock in front of her and acted like she was supposed to kiss it, she'd do it. Sure enough she gave me a big wet smooch right on my cockhead then went back to reading.

"You're pretty into that book huh?" I asked. She didn't even respond.

I got behind her on the bed and flipped her skirt up, exposing her pink lacy panties. I'd only packed sexy panties for her for the trip, for my own enjoyment of course. I nudged her sides to get her to lift up, then pulled her panties down to around her knees and slid a pillow under her tummy to prop up her cunt and ass.

"Can you hear me Aunt Olivia?" I asked. No reply. Ah, books are so wonderful, Aunt Olivia gives them her full attention. She is a librarian to the core.

"I'm glad you keep your pussy shaved," I said, to myself since I was the only one listening, I was sure. "You have such a pretty cunt. One day I'm gonna replace your birth control pills with Tylenol and knock you up."

It was just pillow talk, but it got me fully erect. I leaned in and licked my aunt's pussy from behind and found it soaking wet. She sure got horny at the right times, despite not knowing what I was doing. I tasted her sexy, middle-age lady juices, pushing my tongue into her vaginal depths. I heard the page turn. Bless her obliviousness.

I got up and positioned myself behind her. "I'm going to fuck your pussy," I said in a plain speaking voice. Her head didn't turn from the book in front of her. I pushed my cock into her wet hole slowly. It wasn't as tight as my sister's ass, but it was warm and had that wet, fleshy feel to it. It was a mature woman's pussy, a sensation I'd always love.

I bottomed out in my aunt and leaned over her body, smelling her soft vanilla-like scent, with a hint of her sexual arousal as well. I fucked her bareback as always, knowing I'd never use a condom on a woman. I went at it gently, since her butt was just scooted up a little bit and I didn't want to make this uncomfortable for her. I wanted her to enjoy getting fucked as always.

"What a pleasurable book!" Aunt Olivia exclaimed and I snickered.

Just then the door open and I thought, idiot that I am, I was going to get caught having **** for the second time in one day. But it was my sister, and she snuck in hurriedly.

"Moron!" Christie whispered to me, "There's people in the hall!"

"Shh I'm reading," Aunt Olivia chided.

I thrust forward... jabbing my cock right at my Aunt's labia. "Ouch!" I said, "Well if you don't want us to get caught, you have to help, Christie. Guide my cock into her."

Christie rolled her eyes. I'm not sure if she actually wanted to speed our sex up, or if she was genuinely aroused, or if she just couldn't disobey me. I think I'd be equally pleased with either of the latter two options. At any rate, she tiptoed over and put her fingers around the base of my cock and guided me back into our aunt's wet cunt. The had one finger atop the base of my cock and the other under my balls. "I'm not touching your cock," she said with a grin. She was still following her silly rules to avoid ****.

I groaned in delight, resuming my gently fucking of Aunt Olivia. Christie kept guiding me in, even though it was even less necessary now. Her fingers never left the base of my cock. Maybe she was into this and couldn't disobey me. I liked that theory best of all.

"Shouldn't you be turning the page by now?" Christie asked, "You're a fast reader, Aunt Olivia!"

"Oh yeah," our Aunt said breathlessly, hurriedly turning the page. I didn't care to think too much about that though, I was so close. I bucked in and out of Aunt Olivia's mature pussy and kissed my sister on the lips, groaning into Christie's mouth as I started shooting my sperm in my aunt. I leaned over her body, being sure that every drop of my semen ended up inside her. A trial run for when I knocked her up, I told myself.

But I couldn't leave her messy, and I wanted to test out my sister's obedience anyway. "We can't leave her messy. Lick my cum out of her, Christie."

My sister gasped and pulled back, but when I kept a stern, commanding look on me face, she eased up and looked at me submissively.

Christie got behind Aunt Olivia, nose practically up her butthole she was so close as my sister started to lick my cum out of our aunt. I could hear her slurping and swalling, eagerly eating her brother's sperm from where I'd left it in her aunt's cunt. Once again I wondered if my sister might somehow be even more of an **** pervert than me.

I cupped my hand around Christie's crotch, touching her through her leggings. She gasped. "I'm not touching it... directly..." I said. Another way to wiggle around her rules - I wasn't touching her pussy, I was touching the super-thin fabric that was touching her pussy. Her clit, more precisely. Christie didn't argue. I masturbated my sister as she continued slurping Aunt Olivia's pussy, digging her tongue in deep now to get the last of my cum. Aunt Olivia groaned in pleasure too, then had an orgasm as her niece ate her pussy.

"Good page," Olivia said, closing the book, "I finished this chapter."

My sister moaned loudly as I made her cum with my fingers on her clit, keeping her face buried in Olivia's cunt as our aunt rode out her orgasm.

We all collapsed on the bed.

"Are we still going to the party tonight, Mark?" my sister asked.

"Oh yes we are," I said, "You have some work to do there."