Twentieth Anniversary - New Beginning

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Mom and Pop were heading out for a big night. It was their twentieth anniversary, me and my twin sister, Megan, had given them a little family party and a gift, and now they were heading out to celebrate.
“Don’t wait up for us,” Mom said at the door, “If we have too much champagne we’ll probably just get a room and stay in town. I have my cell if you need me for anything.”
“Mother, we’re seventeen,” Meg said, exasperated, “I think we can take care of ourselves for one night.”

I surfed through the channels without finding anything worth watching. Looked like another boring night. I’d have called Linda for a date but she was on the rag and it would have been a waste of time.
“You wanna play a game or something?“ Megan asked, “Monopoly? Scrabble?”
“Nah, I think I might surf the web a while and go to bed early.”
“Yeah, right,” she laughed, “I know what you’ll surf for, and what you’ll do when you find it,” and she made a fist and pumped it near her crotch.

Damn, how’d she know I was planning to beat my meat?
We sat and watched some stupid reality show for a while, then she asked, “How about cards? Gin rummy, or something.”
“Strip poker?” I joked, just to tease her.
“Why, so you can show off your pecker? I seen it before, remember? I doubt if it’s changed much since Mama gave us our baths together.”

That hurt. “It’s a lot bigger now. And for your information, I didn’t plan on losing, I figured I’d have you running around in your birthday suit in the first few hands.”
She laughed, “Okay, so what you really want is to see me naked. Why don’t you just ask, instead of acting like a kid?”
“Well, hell, Meg, I’m asking. Would you be so kind as to undress for me?”
“That’s better,” she said cheerfully, “But I’ll have to think about it.”
“If it helps, I promise I’m not a rapist.”
“No, just a voyeur. And an exhibitionist, probably. You gonna show me your pecker?”
“Sure, if you wanna see it. Here." I unzipped and pulled my dick out of my pants. It wasn’t hard yet but I knew it wouldn’t take much for it to get nice and stiff.
“Ooo, it did get a lot bigger! I forgot you were circumcised. Gary isn’t.”

Now I was getting hard. “Which do you like better?” I asked her.
“Hmm,” she said, and thought about it a while, “Yours looks better, I think. Yeah, I definitely like it without the foreskin.”
“So, do you shave your pussy?”
“No way! Gary wants me to, but I ain’t gonna. I did for a while and it’s a pain in the ass.” a five second pause, then she giggled, “I suppose you wanna see, don’t you?”
“Damn right!”

She took off her shorts and stopped, “Are we gonna get completely naked or what?”
“Damn right!” I repeated, and undressed. Our clothes ended up in a pile on the floor. My breath caught in my throat at first sight.
I gasped, “Jesus Christ, Meg, you’re fuckin’ beautiful!” She was that, and more. Her tits weren’t all that big, but not small, either, prefect for her body size. A flat belly and a gorgeous triangle of dark brown curls drew attention to the pussy lips peeking out of the bush. “Fucking beautiful!” I repeated.

She laughed and asked, “Am I fuckin’ beautiful or are you saying I’d be beautiful fuckin’?”
“Both,” I laughed with her, “But I promised not to rape you.”
“Then how about if I ask you nicely?”

My chin hit my chest, I couldn’t believe she might actually mean it, but in a soft voice she asked, “Would you hate me if I asked you to fuck me?”
“I already love you,” I whispered, “And I’d definitely love you more if you gave me that chance.” I held my arm open, she came into them, and we kissed, kind of shyly at first but soon a tongue dueling, spit swapping french kiss.
I reached down to find her pussy, hot and wet already, and as my finger slipped inside we slid to the floor.
As if we’d had years of practice I rolled on my back, she rolled on top of me and guided my prick into her pussy. We both gasped with pleasure as she lowered herself onto me, sliding her clit down my shaft to nestle in my cock hairs. I fondled her tits while she slowly moved her hips in a little circle.

She called a truce in our tongue duel to ask, “Is it okay if I try to make this last? Gary never gives me a chance to cum.”
“I wish it could last a week,” I told her, “I never felt this good.” We went back to sucking tongues in silence, the only sound our panting and an occasional moan.
Suddenly Megan Sat straight up, her head back, her pussy taking as much of my prick as she could get.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh God, Marty, I’m cummin’ and it’s wonderful! OO! OO! OO! Nnnnnnnggggaaahhhhh!”

I swear if her pussy had teeth it would’ve gnawed my dick completely off. Bonnie never did cum, so I wasn’t used to any of this, and just before Megan collapsed on my chest I let out a yell and pumped her full of jizm. Four, five, six times my prick jumped and spurted before it finally wilted.

“Whew,” Megan panted, “You’re really something!” she wiggled on my soft dick and asked, “I don’t suppose you’re ready to try that again, are you?”
I wiped the sweat off my facer and kissed her. “As the poet said, the spirit’s willing but the flesh is weak. I honestly don’t know how long it’ll be till I can get hard again.”
“I’ll bet I can suck it hard for you,” she said, smiling, “Want me to try?”
“Now? It’s kind of messy, ain’t it?”
She laughed and wiggled again, “So’s my cunny. Let’s clean one another up, unless you can’t fuck any more.”

“Nothing I’d rather do than eat a cream filled hair pie,” I lied, “Especially yours.” I rolled over, flipping her off, swung around and in a flash had my face an inch from her love box. I said a silent prayer that I wouldn’t puke and kissed her puffy lips. Christ, her sent was sexy! And except for being a little salty, my cum wasn’t all that bad. I could feel her breath on my dick, took a deep breath of my own, and slipped my tongue inside her slit.
Two sensations registered in my brain at the same time. The sweet salty taste of Megan’s cunt and the warmth of her mouth around my cock. I couldn’t get enough of either, and tried to get my tongue as far inside as I could, Her snatch started twitching and in a few seconds I got a mouthful of hot, slimy goo. “Fuck it,” I thought, and swallowed, choked for an instant, then concentrated on eating Megan’s pussy.

“Mmm. you’re nice and hard again,” she mumbled, my cock muffling her voice, want to put this where it’ll fell good?”
“It feels great where it’s at,” I told her, “And I don’t want to interrupt what I’m doing down here.
“That’s fine with me,” she said and resumed sucking.

A few minutes later I warned her to stop but she kept on sucking and licking. Just before I exploded again she felt the first throbs, put her lips over about a half inch of the head and jacked me off till I spurted into her mouth the way I had into her pussy. I worked harder on her twat, licking her clit and tongue fucking her hole, even rimming her ass hole a few time, till she let out a long, almost silent squeal, and her cunt kneaded my tongue as it had my cock earlier.
We laid together for a good five minutes, resting and gaining our breath. “You bastard,” she said with a low laugh, “Ain’t you heard that nobody likes a kiss ass?”

“Never heard it,” I said and kissed hers, “Does that apply to you, too?” Without waiting for her answer I kissed it again, running my tongue all around it and pushing as if to shove it inside.
She got a handful of my hair and pulled me up to her face.
“I don’t know if I want to kiss you after what you’ve been doing.”
“Christ, Megan, nothing seems dirty or perverted with you.” I took a chance on sending her off screaming, and added, “I’d suck my jizz out of your pussy even if it made me a queer. I’d even suck it out of your ass hole, as long as I got to fuck you once in a while.”
“Don’t worry, the only way your jizz would get up my ass is with an eye dropper. So you can fuck me any time you want, except when I have my period.”

We kissed some more, felt one another up some more, and before too long she was wet and I was hard. I’d have called you a liar if you told me you could cum three times in a row, until that night, that is. Our last fuck was a long, slow one, ending in a cum that was far less intense then the other two but every bit as satisfying for both of us.

We had the bad luck, or poor judgment, to fall asleep right there on the living room floor. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and woke Megan. “We better get to bed before the folks get home,” I told her, then when we saw our clothes were gone and Mom’s night light on, and knew we were too late.
“Oh my God,” Megan whispered, “We are so in trouble.”

surprise, not a word was said at breakfast. Pop said he’d have to work late, and left the house. Mom asked Megan what she had planned, Megan said she was going shopping with a girlfriend.
“I hope you don’t have anything planned, Marty,” she said to me, I have some things I want you to help me with today.”
“Sure Mom, No sweat!” I was positive her and Pop knew what me and Megan did, so I wasn’t about to give her another reason to get pissed off at me.

Mom didn’t say another word to me till almost lunchtime. I kept wondering when she was gonna tell me what she wanted me to do, and finally I asked her.
“In here,” she said and led me to the front room. Then she laid in the exact spot me and Megan had laid, pulled her dress up to her waist, pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, and said, “Eat me.”
I was flabbergasted! Are you serious?”

She was serious. “Eat my cunt or you and Megan can face the consequences from last night. What’s it gonna be?”
Shit, that was no choice. One look at Mom’s juicy fur pie and I’d have fought Pop for a chance to eat it.

Mom tasted exactly like Megan, yet there was something different, something more exciting today. Probably just the fact that I had my tongue in my mother’s snatch instead of my sister’s.
I tried every trick I could think of to please her. I’d run my tongue from one end of her slit to the other, then stick it as deep inside as it would stretch, then lick her clit a while. A little of that and soon she had her legs high in the air and spread as wide as she could spread them. That made it easy for my last trick, starting at her ass hole when I licked her slit. She caught her breath the first time I did it, but after that she reached around and held her cheeks apart.

Her heavy breathing was a sign that she was getting close to cumming so I stretched out and began fondling her tit. that and some extra clit licking soon did the job, and with a long, high pitched but almost silent squeal she pulled my head tight to her twat and came, her pussy pulsating and spasming much harder than Megan's, and a lot longer.
In a minute she pushed me away and laid there, panting, then she fixed her panties and stood up.
“You can undress now,” she said, “Put your clothes in your room and come to the kitchen.”
“What’s she want me to do?” I thought, “Fuck her on the kitchen table?”

What she wanted me to do was peel potatoes and open cans so she could fix supper. The beautiful hard on I’d brought to the kitchen soon went away due to disuse.
Megan came home and Mom took her into the living room. A while later Mom came back, and five minutes after that Megan came in, naked.
“Set!” Mom ordered, and we sat at the table.
“Get used to wearing nothing,” she said, “I suppose you two plan on getting together again if you get the chance?”
We both nodded.

“We’ll see what happens when your father gets home. Megan, if you do as good a job eating me as Marty did this afternoon, and Marty, if you’re as good at sucking cock as you are at eating pussy, you can start sharing a bedroom.”
Shit! the last thing in the world I wanted to do was give someone a blow job! But looking at Megan across the table I knew I’d do it for the chance to move in with her. I saw the question in her eyes and nodded, and she mouthed, “Me too.”
I thought, “What the fuck, how bad can it be? Megan sucked mine, and I ate my jizz out of her cunt. The worst that can happen is I puke.” But for the rest of the afternoon I was nervous as hell.

Pop came home and him and Mom had a private conference. Then he called me and Megan to the living room and gave us an inspection like we were in a slave market. He felt Megan’s boobs, fingered her snatch, turned her around to fell her cheeks and finally made her bend over and spread her cheeks so he could check her ass hole. Then he felt my prick and balls and gave me the same ass exam he gave Megan. When he finished he washed his hands and we went in to supper.
Mom went all out for supper that night, thick steaks, baked potato, salad, dessert, the whole works. Then they took a shower while me and Megan cleared the table and did the dishes.
“You really gonna eat Mom’s pussy?” I asked Megan.
“I sure am! I’ve been wanting to sample some cunny since I was twelve. How about you, you ready to blow Poppa?”
“Not really, but I guess I will, just so we can get together.”

She looked around and took hold of my prick.
“Hey, don’t worry, it’s a lot of fun, and tastes pretty good, too. At least, yours does. See”
She’d amde me hard, and now she wiped a big drop of pre-cum off the tip of my dick and held it to my lips. I hesitated, tasted it, and told her, “Okay, it ain’t that bad, but sucking cock? I ain’t queer.”
“And I ain’t a lesbian,” she hissed, “Bi, maybe, but what’s so bad about that?” She stuck a finger in her pussy and held it under my nose, “Besides, ain’t this worth it?” I was convinced!

Mom and Pop were in the living room, naked, when me and Megan got there. I almost burst out laughing, Pop’s dick was a hell of a lot smaller than mine, four inches at most. Shit, this was gonna be like sucking my thumb!
“Well?” Mom asked, “You two ready?” She slid forward on her chair, her ass on the edge, and spread her legs. Megan didn’t need another invitation, she knelt and commenced to lick tongue probe Mom’s twat. I was a little slower going to Pop, but once I had his dick in my mouth I found it wasn’t so bad. His pre-cum tasted just like mine and soon I was actually enjoying myself till I felt him getting close to cumming. “Oh God, please don’t let me barf in his lap,” I prayed. Just in time I put the tip of my tongue to the roof of my mouth and blocked his first spurt. He shot with so much pressure I sure as hell would have gagged, but his cum hit the underside of my tongue and pooled in my mouth.

I swallowed, my stomach churned, but I kept it down, and I realized I wouldn’t mind a little more. A wave of pride washed over me. I had eaten my mother’s pussy and sucked my father’s prick, My sister loved to fuck me and now we were going to get permission from our parents to do anything we wanted.
Pop’s dick was wilting fast. I looked up at him and then licked one last drop from the tip.
“How was I?” I asked
“You’re as good a cocksucker as your mother,” he laughed.
“How about you? You any good at it?”

He didn’t answer. He looked over at Megan and Mom and breathed, “I’ll be God damned!”
I saw what he meant, Mom was cumming and looked like she was having an epileptic fit.
“She never came like that for me,” Pop said. Later Megan told me that she sent Mom into orbit when she wet two fingers in Mom’s pussy juice and forced them up her ass.
“I’ll have to try that with you,” I kidded.
“One, maybe,” she said, “Don’t forget, your balls are right there handy, and if you hurt me I can give it back in spades.”

Me and Megan began living together that night. A few nights later Mom came to our room and asked Megan if she’d care to change partners. That was the beginning of a weekly swap. Except for the age difference it was hard to tell the difference between Mom and Megan in bed, except that Mom finally broke down and let me fuck her ass. Can you believe she came twice without me even touching her pussy?
Every couple of months Mom pairs off with Megan and I get it on with Pop. Don’t get me wrong, I really dig sixty-nining with him, but I still feel weird every time.

Four years later, after a lot of discussion among the four of us, Megan talked us into letting her get pregnant. She fucked both me and Pop every night till she missed her period, so we’re not sure which of us is the father, and none of us really gives a shit.
Little Georgia, named after Mom, is eight now and very happy having two daddies and two mommies.