Precocious

Chapter 5: Kissing Cousins

The next night was Saturday night. I had dinner and drinks with my friends—including Aster, who had invited us over for Christmas dinner earlier that week—but got home promptly at ten o’clock so that I could have some quality time with Evie and Suzy before Suzy had to go home.

Evie slept in my bed that night. In the morning, we talked a lot about how much we had both enjoyed our evening with Suzy. This discussion got us horny enough that we were soon having orgasm after orgasm as we sucked each other’s nipples and used my little vibrator on each other.

That evening, we watched a porn video together. God, I can’t believe how casually I say that: “Nothing strange going on here, just watching some hardcore pornography with my five-year-old.” Not that I feel guilty about it, because I know she loves it, but it still sounds a little crazy even now.

Anyway, once we were snuggled up on my bed, I put on a lesbian porn video I’d found on the web. There being a great many such videos available for free, I was able to pick one that was especially well-suited to the two of us, which involved a blonde teenager and an older blonde woman who might or might not have been her mother. After watching the two of them take turns fucking each other with a vibrator, we did the same.

Afterward, as Evie lay dozing with her head on my breast, I started to wonder: Given how much she liked the vibrator, would she enjoy getting fucked with a real cock? I thought about how she always moved her hips when I pumped the vibrator in her pussy, like she was really being fucked. It amazed me that those movements came so naturally to her. It also made me think that she deserved the chance to fuck for real.

So as I lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, I started to consider the options. An adult man’s dick would probably be too big for her, at least right now, but maybe she’d enjoy being fucked by a preadolescent boy. I also wondered whether Evie would enjoy sex with a girl her own age as much as she had enjoyed it with a grown woman (me) and a teenage girl (Suzy). A picture formed in my mind of Evie lying on top of some cute girl from her kindergarten class and kissing her while an equally cute boy pumped her from behind.

But after the post-orgasmic haze faded, I quickly dismissed these thoughts as unrealistic fantasies. There were too many obstacles and risks involved in arranging a sexual playdate for Evie with another child, whether boy or girl.

At least, that’s what I thought.

***

A couple of days later, I was on my way to pick up Evie from school when I got a call from my sister. I told my phone to put her on speaker.

“Hey, Nora!” I answered. “How’s life in the big city?”

“Hey there, little sister,” she replied. “Life in the big city is…well, it’s over.”

“What?” I replied, not understanding.

“The firm laid me off.”

“Oh no!”

“It’s not that big a deal. I sort of knew it was coming, and they gave me a decent severance package. Which is how I can afford to move.”

“Move where? You’ve been in Chicago since before the kids were born.”

“Which is why I decided to just pick a few cities that I thought would be good for me and the kids and apply for jobs there. And before I knew it, a firm in Santa Fe made me an offer.”

“Santa Fe? As in, New Mexico?”

“That’s right. We’re trading the Midwest for the Southwest. The kids are so excited; they love the idea of mountains and wide-open prairies. Although I kind of had to promise Lizzie that she’d get to ride a horse at some point.”

“Sounds fair to me,” I replied.

“Anyway,” Nora said, “we’re renting a truck and hauling all our stuff down there the week after New Year’s. And we’re heading right through Colorado. Any chance you’d mind having a few houseguests?”

“Ohmygosh yes!” I cried. “I’d love to see you all!”

***

About two weeks later, on a Friday afternoon, Evie and I watched out the window as Nora’s rental truck pulled into the guest lot in front of my apartment building. We rushed downstairs and came out the building’s front door to greet Nora and her two young children. Like Evie and me, all three were blonde. Nora had a more athletic build than I, being a bit taller, slimmer, and less curvy, and she kept her hair in a ponytail—as did her daughter, Lizzie, who was six and slightly taller and more willowy than both Evie and Lizzie’s little brother, Devon. Like Evie, Devon was five and still had some baby fat on him. As I helped Nora with their bags, I could see how energetic Devon was by the way he ran up the stairs ahead of us.

While the kids had snacks in the living/dining area, I showed Nora to the “guest room”: a small room that I used as an office and that had a pullout sofa. Devon would sleep on the couch in the living room while Lizzie slept on a mattress that I’d inflated on the floor of Evie’s room.

My apartment building wasn’t too fancy, but it did have an indoor pool. So once everyone was settled in, we all put our swimsuits on and headed down for a swim. For swimming in front of the neighbors, I had put on what I call my “mom bikini”: a modest aqua-colored affair whose top covered everything from my collarbones to the bottom of my rib cage and whose bottom was basically form-fitting swim trunks. Lizzie wore something similar, save that hers was pink, like Evie’s one-piece. Devon wore ocean-blue trunks with yellow racing stripes.

For about an hour, Evie, Lizzie, and Devon had a wonderful time splashing around while Nora and I swam casual laps in the deep end and talked. When we got back to the apartment, the kids all wanted to keep their swimsuits on instead of changing back into their clothes. They were all more or less dry, and the chlorine would wash off later, so Nora and I saw no harm in it (especially since I’d decided to turn up the heat in the apartment for the weekend). We even decided to keep our own swimsuits on.

The kids were playing on the carpet in the living room, using blocks and dolls and other toys of Evie’s. (Fortunately, Evie is pretty good about sharing.) But sometimes they just goofed around and play-wrestled with one another. I would have thought Devon would be the one to initiate all the wrestling, but Lizzie and Evie did it just as often as he did. Meanwhile, Nora and I sat at my little dining table, sipping coffee as we chatted.

“So,” I said, “how does Larry feel about you all moving to the bottom half of the country?”

“He’s not thrilled,” Nora replied, “but he agrees it’s for the best. And he’ll fly down to visit the kids now and then.” She sighed. “I think he still feels guilty about how things ended.”

I was trying to think of what to say about that awkward subject—Nora and Larry’s breakup had been precipitated by her catching him kissing another man—when Nora, to my surprise, switched to a subject that I found even more awkward.

“Evie seems to be flirting with Devon,” she said, even though all three of the kids were within earshot. “Quite a lot, actually. And with Lizzie, too.”

I had noticed this, of course, but I’d been hoping that Nora hadn’t. After Evie’s first sexual encounter with her babysitter, I had told Evie that she couldn’t do sex things with other people unless I was there and told her that it was okay. But maybe Evie thought her cousins would be exceptions to that rule. Or maybe she didn’t think flirting counted. Or maybe she was just so into them that she’d forgotten about the rules entirely. Fortunately, I had been watching the kids closely enough to have a good response to Nora’s comment.

“Well,” I said, “it seems like your kids are flirting with Evie, too.”

I was worried that I had just started an argument. Being sisters, Nora and I had certainly had our share of them in the past, especially when we were kids. But I’d always hated arguing with Nora, because even when I was royally pissed off at her, I valued our relationship.

So I was relieved when, instead of upping the stakes with some angry retort about Evie having started it or being more flirtatious than her kids were, Nora just chuckled.

“Oh, they certainly are,” she said. “They’re both precocious that way. I’ve actually had to tell them not to do that with other kids, because they might not understand. And definitely not with adults, because they might understand. Also, I sometimes have to remind Devon not to be too obvious when he looks at a woman’s breasts or ass, which is something he loves to do.”

This revelation was a surprise to me. I’d thought I was alone in having a child who had such a big head start on her peers when it came to sexual interest. Now it sounded like my sister’s kids were at least a little bit the same way.

Then Nora hit me with a question that knocked me for a loop.

“So,” she said, sounding a bit sly, “does Evie do more than just flirt?”

I was so very suave. “Well, she, uh, she, I mean we, we, um-” Then I stopped, took a breath, and blurted, “We do a lot more.”

“Oh, I see,” Nora said, her tone having gone from sly to straight-up conspiratorial. “Well, it’s no wonder that she and my kids are so flirty with each other. They’re feeding off each other’s energy.”

I was trying to think of a more intelligent response than “Um, yeah” when Nora said, “Let’s go sit on the sofa.”

Leaving our coffee cups, we moved to the couch. The kids continued playing on the floor in front of us.

“Lizzie, Devon,” Nora said, “I’ve got something exciting to tell you.”

The kids looked up at her. “What?” Devon said.

“Aunt Opal and Cousin Evie,” Nora replied, “are part of our secret club now. Which means you can show them your special secret game.”

The two kids gasped, and Lizzie said, “Really?”

“That’s right,” Nora replied. “I think Evie would love to play, too, if you show her how.”

“Woooow,” Devon said. Then he turned to Lizzie. “Let’s show her!”

And then, right in front of me, my six-year-old niece and five-year-old nephew put their arms around each other and kissed. Not on the cheek—on the lips. The kiss was long and slow and smoky, and the kids did it as though they’d done it a hundred times before.

“Ooooh,” Evie sighed. By now, she and I had kissed that way many times, and she’d certainly kissed Suzie that way on many occasions, but maybe it has not occurred to her that she could kiss someone her own age the same way. 

“Evie,” Nora said, “why don’t you come sit on the couch and watch with your mom and me?” Evie hopped up onto the sofa, sitting between me and Nora. 

When her children’s long, passionate kiss was finished, Nora said, “Lizzie, Devon, do you want to show Aunt Opal and Evie what you like to do next?”

The kids seemed a little unsure. I got the idea that this wasn’t just about me and Evie watching them; it was also because “what you like to do next” wasn’t always the same thing.

But then Devon’s face became less uncertain and more decisive. He pulled Lizzie’s pink bikini top down, and then he started touching her nipples with his fingertips.

At that point, Lizzie became more decisive, too. She put her hands on Devon’s shoulders and pulled him down with her onto the carpet; then she kissed him and ran her hands all over his body as he continued playing with her nipples. They were now erect, forming little pink peaks that stood out from her otherwise flat chest.

Without interrupting their kiss, Devon reached down and pushed his swim trunks down to his knees. I heard Evie gasp at the sight of the boy’s cock, which was small but so erect that it waggled when it came loose from Devon’s trunks. I was happy for my little girl, getting to see a cock in real life for the first time.

Lizzie fully lay back on the carpet and pushed down her bikini bottom, which Devon then pulled off her legs and tossed away. When Lizzie spread her legs, I saw that her pussy was of course as bald as Evie’s, but not as plump. But it was sexy as hell when Lizzie reached one hand down and used her fingers to spread her prepubescent cunt open, showing us its dark-pink interior.

Holding his hard little member between two fingers, Devon got on top of Lizzie. Then Evie again gasped with excitement as the boy pushed his five-year-old cock into his sister’s six-year-old pussy. He immediately started thrusting, not taking his time at all but fucking his sister at a good clip right from the start. 

I’m sure I was gawking, because I could barely believe my eyes. These two little children, who were brother and sister, were actually fucking. Right in front of me!

I can’t begin to tell you how horny this made me. Without looking away from the action, I pulled Evie onto my lap, pulled down the front of her one-piece swimsuit, and grabbed hold of her erect nipples, which I tugged and rubbed until Evie was squirming with pleasure. But none of that made her look away from her fornicating cousins for even a second.

Lizzie began moaning, which made Devon fuck her even faster. Soon, Lizzie’s moans gave way to sexy little grunts—”Ah ah ah ah”—and Devon grunted along with her as he pounded her little bald pussy. The sight of his pale, chubby little ass pumping hard between his sister’s spread legs made me so horny that I stopped fingering Evie’s nipples, pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside, and finger-fucked her vigorously.

“AaaaAAAH!” Lizzie screamed, her whole body spasming beneath her hard-thrusting brother’s. Then Devon shouted “UUUH!”, thrust in as deep as he could, and clutched his sister in his arms as he came. Evie let out a little “Whooo!” as she came, too.

As the three children panted for breath, Nora turned to me and smiled.

“My God,” I breathed.

The kids might have been sated, at least for the moment, but I was still quite horny. Which was probably at least part of the reason why I leaned over and whispered to Nora, “Do you think Devon would want to fuck Evie?”

She whispered back, “I know he would. He asked me about it on the drive down here. I told him we’d see how things went.”

Evie was still sitting in my lap, so even though I was whispering, I knew there was a good chance that she’d hear what Nora and I were saying. But there was no doubt in my mind that she wanted her boy-cousin’s cock pumping in her pussy like it had in Lizzie’s.

So it didn’t surprise me at all when Evie hopped down from my lap, went over to where her two cousins lay on the floor, and asked, “Can Devon fuck me next?”

Now, I have no idea how long it normally takes a five-year-old boy who has just had an orgasm to get his erection back. This is assuming that most five-year-old boys can even have orgasms. But I was still impressed that, when Devon rolled off of Lizzie, his cock was already getting hard again.

“Yeah,” Devon said, still panting a little as he looked up at Evie. “Let’s fuck.” 

There was no discussion about how they would go about it. Evie simply lay down on her back on the floor and opened her legs wide, just like Lizzie had. For a couple of seconds, Devon grinned open-mouthed at the sight of Evie’s chubby, wet, open pussy. Then he climbed on top of her. His little cock was hard as anything.

“Here it comes!” the boy announced.

He reached down, positioned his cock, and thrust into Evie. Her blue eyes lit up as her mouth opened wide. I could tell that for her, this boy’s cock, despite being small, was better than any plastic or rubber toy.

Devon must have been very excited to fuck someone new, because right from the start, he humped Evie like crazy. I had never really thought about how fast a small boy could fuck, and I was amazed. Devon grunted in his high voice, and Evie panted and whined just as high and loud as she vigorously thrust her hips up against his. Their movements weren’t even remotely in sync, but they were moving so fast that I suppose it didn’t matter, because they both were clearly loving it.

“Good God,” I murmured, barely even aware that I was saying it. “They’re like animals.”

“Well, why shouldn’t they be?” Nora replied. “They may be precociously lusty, but they’re still children. And delaying gratification isn’t something most young children are good at.”

“I meant,” I explained, “that they don’t have any hesitation—no self-consciousness, no fear of rejection, no worry that they aren’t good at it. They just fuck. Maybe we adults have something to learn from them.”

“Maybe,” Nora replied.

For the first half-minute after her fuck with Devon, Lizzie had been lying there in post-orgasmic afterglow. But it seemed that while my eyes had been glued to the sight of Evie and Devon fucking, Lizzie had moved over to the foot of the couch to lean her head against the base of it, below the spot where Evie had been sitting. Now, the naked six-year-old idly rubbed her clit as she watched her brother and cousin rut like rabbits in heat. (I found out later that rabbits don’t actually go into heat, but you get the idea.)

Watching Evie fuck, really and truly fuck, for the first time…Well, it was like the fulfillment of a sexual fantasy I hadn’t even known I had. Everything about it enraptured me: my daughter’s wide-open legs, Devon’s cute little ass pumping vigorously between her chubby thighs, Evie’s gasps and moans, and knowing that she was making them because of that cock pumping hard inside her…It turned me on more than I could have expected. Which is why I couldn’t help but put my hand down the front of my bikini bottom and rub my clit. It took Nora only seconds to notice.

“Oooh,” she said saucily, looking at her masturbating daughter and then her masturbating sister, “guess I’ll join the party.”

But instead of merely pulling aside the crotch of her black one-piece, she stood up and peeled the whole suit down and off. Despite being in her thirties and having given birth twice, Nora had a body like a college senior, and a fit one at that. Her stomach was flat, and her legs and ass were nicely toned. Nora’s skin was pale like Evie’s and mine, and her nipples were just as pink. They were also the same size as mine, even though Nora’s breasts were somewhat smaller.

Nora dropped back down onto the sofa, spread her legs, and reached down to her blonde pussy to rub her clit—not as vigorously as I was, but at a faster pace than Lizzie. I think Nora was enjoying watching her little boy fuck someone new.

As Devon kept fucking Evie fast and hard, his grunts grew louder and higher in pitch. Having just watched him fuck his sister—something I will remember every detail of for the rest of my life—I knew this meant he was going to cum soon. Evie wasn’t quite there yet, although she was getting closer by the moment.

I thought about telling Devon to slow down. But before I could speak, Evie decided to speed up instead: She reached around Devon, grabbed his little ass with both hands, and fucked her hips even harder against his. And then they were both screaming with orgasm, screaming so loud that it hurt my ears except that I didn’t care because I was crying out in ecstasy, too.

Once the show was over and Evie and Devon were just lying there, panting for breath, Lizzie got up off the floor and sat down in Nora’s lap, facing Nora with her legs on either side of Nora’s waist. Then Lizzie bent her head down just a little and sucked Nora’s thick nipple as the mother and daughter reached down between their naked bodies and masturbated each other. Evie remained on the floor beneath Devon with her arms around him, but I saw her lean her head to one side to watch Nora and Lizzie until they both came.

Never had I been so convinced that Evie was born for sex, and especially for fucking. For a moment, I almost felt guilty that I hadn’t introduced her to it even sooner. 

Then, that night, it turned out there was another thing she was born for.

***

After the swimming and the sex, the kids were pretty tired. I sent Evie to her room for a nap and told Nora that Lizzie and Devon could nap on my bed. Once the kids were down—all of them still naked—I made tea for Nora and me, and we talked quietly in the living room.

“So how did it start?” I asked.

“Very suddenly,” Nora replied. “It was a Saturday, and I’d just popped down to the corner grocery store for a few things. I don’t think I was gone for more than twenty minutes. When I got back, they didn’t come out to the kitchen like they usually do, so I went to check their rooms. I heard hard breathing as I went towards Lizzie’s door, and when I opened it, I saw them on her bed, fucking like jackrabbits.”

Deeply curious, I asked, “What position were they in?”

“Missionary,” Nora replied. “Lizzie had her legs wide open, and Devon was on top of her, pumping like mad.

“I don’t think they even saw or heard me come in. Their eyes were closed, and I doubt they were thinking about anything except fucking each other as hard as they could. And then Devon shouted ‘AAAAAAH!’ and I knew he was cumming, and then Lizzie was screaming along with him.”

“Wow,” I said. “You weren’t kidding when you said it started suddenly. I mean, with Evie, there was kind of a gradual buildup.”

“Probably because you were involved from the start,” Nora replied.

“So what did you do then?” I asked.

“I was so dumbstruck that for another minute, I just stood there looking at them. Lizzie wrapped her legs around Devon’s waist and just held him, keeping him inside her. They both still had their eyes closed. It was…sweet.

“I knew then that neither of them had pressured the other into doing this. They’d done it because they both wanted to.

“But I couldn’t just stand there like a zombie forever. I finally got myself to say, ‘Hi, kids. Did you like doing what you just did?’

“They didn’t act surprised or guilty to see me there. It had never even occurred to them that they might be doing something wrong, or something that I wouldn’t approve of. They were just enjoying each other, each other’s bodies. I don’t think they saw it as being much different from any other way that they play together

“So they both just answered yes. Then I asked them where they had learned how to do it, and they said they’d seen people doing something like it on TV but that they’d mostly just figured it out. Except I knew that ‘figured it out’ wasn’t really what they meant, because there hadn’t been a thought process; it had just been obvious to them that the penis goes inside the vagina, and once they did that, it was obvious what to do next, too.

“When I saw how happy having sex had made them, I knew I could never put the genie back in the bottle. Not without, well, without doing something monstrous that would probably scar them for life.

“So I thought, ‘Well, if they’re going to keep having sex, they might as well know more about it, and all the ways to do it.’ So I taught them different positions, and different ways to make each other feel good.

“Teaching them all that, well, it made me horny. And when the kids started asking me to take my clothes off with them, and show them my grown-up body, and then they wanted me to do sexual things with them, too, I just couldn’t resist.”

“So you weren’t just their sex tutor,” I said. “You were their sex playmate.”

“It sounds awful when you put it like that, but yes.”

I put my hand over hers. “I didn’t mean it to sound awful. I mean, I did the exact same thing only, like you said, I was involved right from the start. God, if Evie had a sibling, I have to believe Evie would have acted just like Lizzie and Devon.”

I won’t lie: As soon as I said that, I found myself imagining walking in on Evie fucking some hypothetical little blonde brother, and it turned me on.

***

When the kids woke up from their naps, we got them and ourselves into the shower and finally washed all the chlorine (and other stuff) off our bodies. Then we dressed the kids in their PJs.

Now, it was dinnertime. I ordered pizza, which we ate around my little dining table. Then the kids played in the living room while Nora and I watched and chatted with them and each other. I guess I wasn’t surprised when the subject of the kids’ conversation turned to sex.

“Did anybody ever fuck you before?” Lizzie asked Evie.

“Uh-huh. Mommy fucked me lots of times.”

“How can your mommy fuck you?” Lizzie asked. “She doesn’t have a ding-dong.”

“She’s got a strappy,” Evie replied matter-of-factly. “She puts it on like this-” she mimed putting a belt around her waist “-and the cock part sticks out in front.”

“Huh,” Lizzie said, looking a bit intrigued.

“Does it look like this?” Devon said, pushing down his pajama bottoms and showing Evie his cock. I wondered if all young boys were such exhibitionists.

“It’s a different color,” Evie said. “And it’s bigger.”

Apparently, Devon took no offense at the size comparison, because his next words to Evie were, “Wanna fuck again?”

His little cock was already stiffening, even though Evie hadn’t taken off her PJs or even answered yes. And she didn’t do either of those things. 

Instead, without a word, Evie fell to her knees, took Devon’s penis in her mouth, and started sucking it. Devon gasped in surprise and unexpected pleasure. I just about did the same, and I heard Nora breathe, “Oh my goodness.”

There wasn’t any technique to Evie’s sucking; she just took rhythmic pulls like she often did with my nipples. Nonetheless, Devon closed his eyes and moaned.

Evie sucked her cousin’s cock for about a minute. Then, as suddenly as she’d begun, she released the little blonde boy’s member from her mouth, popped back up to her feet, and said, “Okay, let’s fuck now.”

“Why don’t we all go into my bedroom?” I suggested. “My bed is nice and comfortable for fucking.” This was true, but I also had an ulterior motive.

Almost simultaneously, Devon and Evie replied, “Okay!” Then Evie ran into the bedroom. Devon tried to follow, forgetting that his pajama pants were still around his ankles, and he stumbled wildly for a moment before grabbing the arm of the sofa to steady himself and kicking the pants away. Nora and I got up, and I put my lips to Nora’s ear.

“Do you think Lizzie would like me to use my strap-on dildo on her?”

“Oh, I’m certain she would,” Nora replied. She half-chuckled and added, “If we didn’t have Devon around to provide the cock, I probably would have bought one myself by now.”

I turned to Lizzie. “Sweetie, do you want to see my ‘strappy’?”

“Uh-huh,” the girl replied, nodding.

When we entered my room, Evie and Devon were already naked and on the bed, where Evie had gotten on all fours and was presenting her cute bare bottom to her boy-cousin. I noticed that she had chosen the right-hand side of the bed, where she would be able see Devon and herself in the full-length mirror on my closet door—something we had figured out one evening when I fucked Evie from behind with the strap-on.

I took the toy out of its drawer, doing it mostly by feel because I didn’t want to miss a moment of what was happening on the bed: Devon scootching up behind Evie, taking hold of her chubby ass, and pushing his cock into her plump, bald pussy. As before, this made Evie moan, and she moaned louder when Devon started fucking her.

Nora and Lizzie were watching as they took off their clothes. I undressed, too, then forced myself to look away from Evie and Devon and to look at Lizzie instead, because I wanted her to feel included. And I wanted her, period. Lizzie looked a lot like Nora, who was an attractive woman, but Lizzie’s youthful body appealed to me, as well. I suppose ten weeks of fooling around with a horny five-year-old had given me an appreciation for naked little girls.

Just as I appreciated seeing Lizzie’s naked body, she was obviously enjoying the sight of mine. I could actually see her eyes moving from my breasts down to my hips and blonde pussy and then back up again. I helped her up onto the edge of the bed, sat down next to her and pulled her to me, pressing her flat chest against my breasts.

“Do you like kissing?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she replied softly.

I bent my head down and kissed her. Her lips were as soft as Evie’s, but her arms went a little farther around me when she pulled her body tighter against mine.

As we kissed to the sound of Devon and Evie’s moans and grunts, I reached down between us and fingered Lizzie’s clit. She soon stopped kissing me to pant for breath.

“Ready for the strappy?” I asked her. I would have murmured it in her ear, but Evie and Devon were getting noisier by the second.

“Uh-huh,” she gasped.

I moved Lizzie off my lap and onto the edge of the bed, then stood up, facing Lizzie and again giving her a full view of my body as I fastened the strap-on’s belt around my hips. Lizzie didn’t laugh like Evie had the first time she saw me wearing the strappy, but that was probably because Lizzie’s gaze was mostly on my tits. I supposed she’d never seen ones quite as big as mine. Although her eyes moved lower when I pushed the strap-on’s shorter, backward-facing dildo into my pussy.

“Lie down,” I told her. “And spread your legs.”

She did as instructed, opening her wet pink pussy for me. I moved on top of her and lowered myself to my hands and knees. Then I put the forward-facing dildo at her entrance and pushed in.

“Aaaaahhhhh…” she moaned. “It’s…it’s bigger than Devon’s…”

“Is that okay?” I asked.

“Oh yeah…” she breathed.

As I began to pump her hairless pussy slowly, I heard Devon and then Evie scream with orgasm. But mostly I was focused on Lizzie, especially on how her young, slender body felt beneath mine, and on the warmth of her breath on my breasts, which were right above her face.

For a couple of minutes, we kept on fucking slowly. Lizzie was moving in near-perfect sync with me; I suppose all the fucking with her brother had given her a fair amount of practice. Then, with both hands, Lizzie grabbed my right breast and began to suck it. I gasped in pleasure.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I breathed. “Suck my tits…It feels so good…”

I pumped Lizzie faster, which increased the strap-on’s stimulation for me as well as for her. Lizzie moaned, which sounded especially erotic when she did it around a mouthful of my tit.

“Good girl…” I panted. “You’re sucking me…so nice…”

Unable to help myself, I fucked Lizzie good and hard. I could hear her panting through her nose, but she kept on sucking, harder and harder, to a point that it would have been painful if I hadn’t been so damn horny. She whimpered and whined with pleasure as she sucked and sucked.

“Oh God…” I gasped. “Oh Lizzie…Oh…OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!”

“MMMMMMMMHHHM!” Lizzie screamed around my tit, her small, slender body thrashing beneath me.

When our climaxes subsided, I carefully rolled off of Lizzie. Her flat chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for breath, yet she still managed to speak.

“I’m glad…you’re in…our secret…club…”

“Me too…sweetheart…” I breathed.

I glanced over and saw that Evie and Devon were looking at us. The few times I had fucked Suzy with the strap-on, Evie had enjoyed watching, and I think she enjoyed watching me fuck her same-age cousin even more.

It occurred to me that Nora, who had stripped naked and was standing against the wall, slowly fingering her clit, was the only one in the room who hadn’t cum yet. I unbuckled the strap-on, pulled the short end out of my pussy, and turned to her.

“Would you like to try this with Evie?” I asked, holding up the belt with its attached dildos dangling. I knew I didn’t need to ask Evie whether she wanted this; even now, my daughter was looking with great interest at her aunt’s naked body.

“Oh, yes I would,” Nora said.

She took the strap-on from my hand. Apparently without even thinking of washing it off, she strapped it right on and pushed the short end into her pussy.

“Ooooh,” she said, “I think I’m going to like using this.” She smiled and lay down on Evie’s side of the bed as she added, “Especially with my sexy little niece.”

Now, I looked at Devon. He was checking out my naked body with even more interest than Lizzie had, so I knew the time was right for my question. 

“Devon,” I said, “want to fuck me?”

The little blonde boy sat up. “Yeah!”

“Then come play with my titties to get me warmed up.”

Devon fast-crawled over to me and put his hands straight onto my breasts. He had a huge grin on his face as he felt me up, both his hands and his eyes locked on my tits.

“Hey,” I said with a chuckle, “sometimes a lady likes you to kiss her when you do that.”

Now Devon looked up at my face. “Okay.”

As his hands continued to wander all over my boobs, I leaned my head down and kissed him. His lips were soft like Lizzie’s and Evie’s, which I guess didn’t surprise me because he was a child. It certainly made kissing him fun, especially when we started tongue-wrestling. I could tell that Nora had taught him the basics.

I reached down between us and played with his little cock. It had been half-stiff to begin with, and it only took me about ten seconds to get it all the way hard. The novelty of kissing and fondling such a young boy had gotten me awfully hot, too. I broke off our kiss.

“Ready to fuck?” I asked him. He nodded vigorously.

I lay down on my back and opened my legs as wide as I could. Given that the little guy only had about three inches to work with, I didn’t want anything to hinder him from getting all the way in when he thrust.

Devon got right on top of me. It was incredible seeing the smile of pure lust on my little nephew’s face as he put his cockhead between my labia. Then he pushed in, and the smile was replaced by an open-mouthed look of bliss, which stayed on his face as he began fucking me like a little wild man.

Now, for the guys reading this: Unlike other women you may know, I’m not going to tell you that cock size doesn’t matter. Of course it matters some. But I’ll also tell you this: After Devon started in on my pussy with his little-boy cock, it didn’t take me long to forget all about the size of his member. The thing was, his small body size gave him a short range of motion, which meant that he could fuck me twice as fast as a grown man could. His little pelvis smacking my clit at such a rapid pace felt kind of like someone was using the tip of a vibrator on it. Add to that the fact that this was my super-cute, super-horny, super-young nephew fucking the absolute hell out of my grown-up pussy while I felt his hot breath between my breasts, and I was as turned on as any adult man or woman had ever made me. 

“Yes! Devon! Yes!” I cried, raising my legs in the air. “Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!”

We came at the same time. The high, childish pitch of his voice as he squealed in orgasm made my own climax that much more powerful.

“That was…awesome…” Devon panted. His little body moved up and down on top of mine with my breathing as I panted, too.

“Oh yes it was,” I said. “Let’s do that a lot more.”

I was still catching my breath when I heard Nora and Evie cum. I looked over and saw that Nora had gotten even more out of breath than I had. Which made sense; even though she was the more athletic of the two of us, she wasn’t yet used to the motions involved in strap-on fucking. So she just lay there next to Evie, panting along with her. And when Nora reached down pulled the short end of the strap-on out of her pussy, I realized that there was something I’d been wanting to do since I’d first seen Nora naked earlier that day.

“Sis,” I said, “would you mind terribly if I ate your pussy?”

“Mind?” Nora panted. “I’ve been waiting...for you to ask...all afternoon.”

I put my face between her slim thighs and had at that blonde pussy. And it wasn’t long before Nora caught her breath and insisted on making it mutual by turning around, getting on top of me, and eating me out as enthusiastically as I was eating her. The three kids all watched with interest.

Our little family orgy went on for more than an hour. During that time, both of Nora’s kids demonstrated to me their proficiency in pussy-eating, as Evie did with Nora. And energetic little Devon not only fucked both Evie and me again but then fucked Nora while the rest of us watched.

The kids were wired on excitement and horniness, but when their energy eventually ran out, they crashed hard. Nora and I half-walked, half-carried Evie, Lizzie, and Devon to their designated sleeping spots, and practically the moment they went from vertical to horizontal, they were out like lights. I again made tea for Nora and me—the relaxing herbal kind this time—and we talked in my room so as not to disturb the kids.

“I have to say,” Nora said, “I was a little stunned when Evie sucked Devon’s cock. I always thought I would be the first one to do that for Devon, but I guess I waited too long.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I had no idea she would do that.”

“Oh, no, I don’t mind,” Nora replied. “I was just surprised to see that she’s so interested in cocksucking, especially when there isn’t a boy or man in the picture. Have you watched porn with her?”

“Some,” I replied. “She hasn’t seen a lot of blowjobs yet. But she does love sucking my tits. Maybe she sees a cock as the same sort of thing.”

Nora chuckled. “She’s going to be a very popular girl one day.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. What about you and your kids? Do you watch porn with them?”

“Now and then,” Nora replied. “I prefer them to watch kids their own age, so I look for animated videos. Mainly of brothers and sisters fucking, because I like watching that as much as they do.”

I gave her a naughty smile and asked, “How about little boys fucking their moms?”

Nora blushed a little. “Oh yes, we certainly like those, too. But I don’t want Lizzie to feel left out, so I look for ones that include a little girl as well.”

Now, it was time for the question that had been kicking around in my head ever since I’d put the teakettle on the stove.

“Here’s what I don’t understand,” I said. “Before today, I had thought that whatever it is that makes Evie sexually precocious had come from her father. But now that I’ve seen that your kids are just as precocious, I think Evie must have gotten it from me, and that Devon and Lizzie got it from you.

“But,” I went on, “I wasn’t like that as a child. And I don’t remember you being that way, either.”

Nora sighed.

“No,” she said. “You don’t remember it. But I do.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“When I was four and you were two, we had…well, we called it ‘the tickle game,’ but it was really just us touching each other all over. Especially our nipples, bottoms, and pussies.

“We were too young to know that it was supposed to be a bad thing, so we didn’t try to hide it. Which is why we had only played the tickle game a few times before Mom and Dad caught us. And when they did, they beat us.”

“Beat us?” I said, my voice almost a squeak.

“Dad used his belt on my bare ass and then yours while Mom held us down. He beat us so hard that our bottoms were just one big, raised welt. You cried for hours, or what seemed like hours, and neither of us could sit in a chair for days.”

I could barely believe it. Our parents had been religious, certainly, but what Nora was describing seemed beyond the pale even for them.

“So there was no more tickle game,” she said. “You didn’t seem to remember the beating, but you never tried to touch me that way again, either. I pushed my urges down so far that it was almost like I didn’t have them, which is why I never dated in high school and barely even in college. It probably also explains how I ended up marrying a man who was from an even more religious family and who hadn’t yet figured out he was gay.”

I’ll be honest; I don’t really have the words for how I felt at that moment. I was furious with my parents, with whom I hadn’t spoken in years because they disapproved of my bisexuality. Calling them on the phone to tell them how furious I was seemed painfully inadequate, but I think if I had still been living in Philadelphia, I would have marched right over to their house and screamed at them. I was angry with Nora, too, for not having told me any of this until now. But I was also sad for her, because unlike me, she’d had to live with that horrible memory for more than a quarter of a century.

Maybe most of all, I felt sad for myself. Sad over what I’d lost—what had been taken from me. And not just the years of enjoying sexual intimacy with Nora and maybe others. I hadn’t been nearly as repressed as Nora, but my lifelong inner conflict over my sexuality had resulted in a string of relationships that either collapsed or just fizzled out. I’d gotten so used to things never working out that my divorce from Matt hadn’t felt like a big deal, even though our time together had been the longest relationship of my life.

I told Nora all of this, she told me a few things about her own life, and there was a whole lot of hugging and crying. Then, after we’d gone through about half a box of tissues, Nora put her hands on my face and looked me in the eye.

“But here’s the thing,” she said. “We might have missed out on a lot, but we don’t have to keep missing out. And we don’t have to let our kids miss out.”

Well, none of us missed out that weekend. The five of us spent so much time having sex that we didn’t do half the things I’d planned for their visit, like driving into Denver to go to museums. But we all enjoyed ourselves so much that Nora and the kids stayed for two extra days, even though Nora would have to pay more for her truck rental.

But that was as much wiggle room as their schedule allowed, because Nora had to be in Santa Fe in time for the closing on their new house. I told Nora that I hoped Evie and I could come visit once they were settled in, and she replied with an enthusiastic yes.

We did go visit them, eventually. And maybe I’ll tell you about that someday. But right now, there’s more of Evie’s and my story to tell, and I don’t think you’ll want me to skip over any of it.

Especially not the part about the dog.