No Church in the Wild

"Well, that was stupid." Kurt thought to himself as he pulled his tank top on mid-walk. "You're meant to be over this high school bullshit."

Fixing the tight tank top around his broad shoulders and chest, Kurt Johnson marched along the trail with long purposeful strides. Though, his purpose was not so much the destination of where he was going, but rather just to get as far from the waterfall as possible.

"Didn't you learn your lesson before?" Kurt admonished himself, kicking at a rock on the trail in anger. "Girls are nothing but trouble. Commitment is a joke. Better to keep it casual and fun. You know that, man. But, no, I have to go convincing myself that I'm worthy of a god-honest relationship with a girl."

Kurt caught up to the rock and kicked it ahead of him again. He was looking down and scowling at the ground, not even paying attention to where he was going. As such he was completely oblivious when he passed the red rag flying from a nearby tree and walked down the wrong path.

"I should just wake up and realise that is never gonna happen for me. Girls like her...girls like Chloe don't fall for guys like me. I'm a good fuck sure..." Kurt, so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he failed to register the sounds of moaning and wet flesh slapping together. "...but when it comes to getting serious, I'll lose out every time. Maybe if Gavin wasn't in the picture, I might stand a chance...even then it would only be a fleeting dream, til someone better comes along. Someone worth her time and effort. Not that it matters. Gavin is in the picture, so it's curtains for me."

With that thought though, Kurt stumbled into a clearing, instantly realising that he'd taken a wrong turn. This was the path to the collapsed section of the cave. But there was a tent here, which meant that someone had been staying here recently, which was odd since no one really came up this way after the cave in. In the centre was a fire, crackling and blazing, lighting the whole area in warm, orange hue.

Only then did his ears hear the other sounds, of passion and lust made real. Beside the fire he saw a woman with long brown hair, a mess with sweat and grass, bent over low to the ground. Her back arched up as her arms reached out in front of her, hands digging into the dirt as she growled her approval to the man behind her. Her ass pointed up into the air, her legs bent right beneath, kneeling on the earth.

The man behind her stood with his legs spread, feet planted on either side of the woman. His strong, muscled arms reached straight down, grasping a buttock in each hand and spreading her ass wide for him. Between his legs a stiff cock jutted from his pelvis, though Kurt couldn't see the whole tool. Half of it was buried inside the woman's asshole.

Kurt didn't recognise the woman being assfucked in the middle of the clearing but he did recognise the man. He knew him as Brandon, which meant that woman must be Madison, Brandon's twin sister.

"Oh, shit." Kurt couldn't help himself but instantly clasped a hand over his mouth.

"Oh, shit," Brandon echoed, looking up and seeing the blonde male on the other side of the fire, bearing witness to his incestuous anal fuck.

Brandon made to pull out of Madison, to halt their taboo fornication and hide from Kurt but his sister reached back, grabbing his arm and keeping him from withdrawing.

"Don't stop," she gasped into the grass, loud enough for both men to hear. "Keep going."

"But...Kurt..." Brandon stammered, conflicted between his own desire to continue fucking her tight little asshole, and the natural, moral shame urging him to cover up. "He's watching."

"I don't care who sees," Madison insisted, glancing at Kurt through the nest of hair. "Keep going 'til you cum in my ass."

"Yes, ma'am," Brandon said with a chuckle, thrusting his shaft back into Madison's asshole, prompting a lascivious moan as her hole was stretched wide again.

"Fuck, Brandon." Kurt watched the twins commit **** right before his eyes. It wasn't particularly new to him. He'd fucked his own cousin on more than one occasion. But that was just fucking. Just two people satisfying urges. This was something different. Something passionate and, dare he say it...loving. He knew he should look away, he should leave, leave them in peace and happiness but their intimacy...their intimacy was so striking that he couldn't tear his eyes away. "Your sister is a freak."

"For Brandon," Madison finished, the words slurring into a groan as she felt Brandon's cock pump in and out of her ass. Her body felt her own pleasure, but her mind felt Brandon's as well. She could sense the delight her brother felt as her ass clenched around his cock. It was almost as if she could feel her own ridges on his cock flesh. "Only for Brandon."

Kurt held up his hands. "Don't worry, I have no intention of getting involved. I meant no offense. It's just...you two are really hot together. But, I'm sorry to intrude. I'll just go..."

"No," Madison interjected as Kurt turned to leave.

"No?" Kurt repeated, looking back over his shoulder at the pair.

"No?" Brandon said also, followed by a groan as he shoved his cock deep into to Madison little, twitching ass, his balls slapping against her pussy.

"You...you can watch," Madison permitted, and exhaled deeply, feeling the pleasure of the warm, hard dick in her butt flow towards her pussy and clit. "I don't care who sees. I don't care who knows. I love my brother."

"I love you too, Mads," Brandon confessed. Then came a groan and Kurt actually saw his ballsack tense up. He knew as well as anyone what that meant.

Brandon picked up the pace, briefly, jamming his cock deep into Madison's asshole lightning fast until he felt that first spurt rush from his balls to his tip. Cum sprayed from his cockhead, painting inside her ass with his thick, creamy seed. Brandon sank his cock deep into her ass, firing his cum in as far as he could muster. Holding his cock inside her like that, he growled, the single sound rolling on as his orgasm persisted.

Madison felt his orgasm hit and then felt her own body mimic it. Or maybe it was his orgasm that she was feeling. It was hard to know, or care, when it felt so good. It felt as though they were feeding off each other, the single twin orgasm being passed from one to the other as she sang with joy.

And all while Kurt watched.