Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2008 10:13:36 -0700 (PDT) From: "dancingfool@rocketmail.com" <dancingfool@rocketmail.com> Subject: Six Cousins Six Cousins By dancingfool@rocketmail.com When I woke up a little while later, I was lying on my side facing Brad. He was asleep on his back, arms under his head, legs spread wide, and his thick, spent cock on his belly, oozing the usual lake of semen around his navel. Lazily my gaze went down his body, taking in every detail. From Dad's Turkish ancestors he's inherited some good things: the strong Semitic nose, a long waist, short powerful legs and dense body hair--at least on the legs. But like mine, his hair is dark red, not black. Most people wouldn't call him classically beautiful, but to me he's sex on a stick. He's got an open, easy personality, always grinning, ready to laugh, and he's afraid of nothing. I would have continued to drink the sight of him in, but that jizz was cooling fast. I slid over to him and began lapping my favorite substance off his belly. "Shit, Bro," he laughed, waking up. "You're such a fucking cumhound!" I grinned up at him. "Yum! Whose fault is that?" "Well, sure," he replied. "I taught you to love it, and I love it that you love it. But honestly, Bro, sometimes I feel like I'm depriving you, even though you get every drop that comes outta these balls." That was saying something: for over a year Brad and I have been fucking and sucking every day of the week, and we never even masturbate if we're apart. I don't know what's normal, but my big brother has to empty his balls into me a minimum of three times a day, and usually more. And every time he comes, it's a fountain. But I just can't get enough of that thick, rich cream, and swallowing it or taking it up my ass makes me hard as a rock, even if I've just had an orgasm. "Well, I wouldn't mind if there were two or three of you, but I'll take what I can get, Big Brother," I responded. Brad pulled me up to him and pushed his tongue into my mouth, in search of his own semen. We sucked face for a few minutes and then lay there in each other's arms. I should probably back up. Brad's 19, and I'm four years younger. I've never had sex with anyone but my brother, but he's been around the block more than a few times. When he was about 14, some counselor at summer camp fell for him and showed him what guys can do together, and he was basically in thrall to Brad for the whole summer. Brad had never lacked confidence before, but from this he learned not only that what he had, other people wanted, but how to talk his way into almost any guy's pants. And he could always tell what guys didn't even need to be asked, which guys could be talked into it, and which ones just couldn't be made. So while he was spending most of his nights with the counselor, he was spending his days going through the other boys at camp, one by one, or even two or three at a time. I was nothing like as precocious, and I had no clue while all this was going on. All through high school he was seducing the guys on the soccer team, the boys in the drama club, the boys in his English class--anyone who caught his eye. And somehow he could stay friendly with these guys, even when he wasn't interested in them sexually any more. Meanwhile, I had crushes on guys, but I couldn't help noticing that the best-looking one, the one that was the most fun to be around, was my own big brother, and pretty early on, my sexual fantasies began to revolve around him. It never occurred to me that I shouldn't want my brother, but I knew it was nothing to let anyone else know. Brad was always great to me, and never treated me like a pest or an embarrassment like I saw happen with other brothers, but a funny thing happened when he figured out how much I idolized and lusted after him: he fell in love with me. Overnight, he went from high school lothario to Romeo: I became the sole focus of his sexual energy. And I just couldn't believe my luck--I went from thinking he'd never notice me to having to satisfy his every sexual need. But it turns out I have as much capacity as he does--we just can't wear each other out. I might have gotten a later start than he did, but I took to mansex pretty fast. To this day I don't know how Mom and Dad have failed to notice that their sons are fucking each other's brains out, but our bedrooms are upstairs and theirs is downstairs, so at least we have some privacy. As a matter of fact, I think Dad has an idea of what we're up to, but he either doesn't was to get into it with us, or actually doesn't mind. He kind of has the attitude that men don't have to explain or talk about their sexual needs, they just do what they have to--maybe it's some kind of Turkish thing. Anyway, they both give us plenty of space, and I hardly use my own bedroom any more. "You know, Kiddo, we might be able to do something about that--and without cloning me," Brad said. "Like what, Bro?" I asked. "The reunion's just around the corner now, and I'd say that presents some opportunities." Every year in August, my Dad, his two brothers and his sister get their families together for a weekend at Camp Wishcometrue, built around the turn of the last century in the mountains of Connecticut. It's not everybody's idea of a good time, because there's no electricity or hot water, but the cabins are around a lake, and it's beautiful, and for three days you can endure most of the discomforts of the place. So every year we see our aunts and uncles and cousins, and that includes Uncle Ahmed's twins, Ali and Kemal, and Uncle Murat's sons, George and Kevin. The twins are 17 this year, George is 18, and Kevin is 16. Brad and I have dished them pretty thoroughly, and agree that there would be no reason to push any of them out of bed. I rolled off his body and onto my stomach next to him. "What are you gonna do, Brad?" I asked, agog. "Never you mind, Little Bro," he said. "But I've got a pretty good idea of how we can turn this situation to our advantage." * * * "All right, you two, this year all you teenaged hooligans are up at the Winter Palace," said Louise. (The Winter Palace is the ironic name of the only cabin without a working kitchen. It's farther from the lake, partway up the mountain, and it's just used for sleeping quarters.) "We don't want your shenanigans keeping the rest of us awake, so march your bedding and your bags up there. The twins are already up there -- you'll have to flip a coin for the bunk beds. The girls and the smaller children will be in the main camp with us, and the other parents will be in the Moore cabin." Aunt Louise is sort of the earth mother of the family. She tends to take charge, but nobody minds because she actually knows what's best, and she's perfectly willing to do most of the work herself. She's also as Californian as she can be -- I don't know how she let Uncle Ahmed name their boys Ali and Kemal, but I guess he was having some sort of spasm of homesickness when they were born. Brad and I collected our stuff from the back of the Explorer and set off up the trail. Brad looked at me sidelong, grinning devilishly, and said, "How 'bout that, Bro? Good old Aunt Louise -- she's practically handed us the weekend on a platter!" I felt myself stiffening inside my shorts. I didn't know exactly how Brad was going to accomplish this, but I do know that once he set's his mind to something, he makes it happen. At the Winter palace Kemal and Ali greeted us enthusiastically, and I couldn't help noticing how much they'd developed since last summer. They're both naturally muscular, but it was clear that they'd spent a lot of the last year at the gym. The part that thrilled me, though, was the thicket of coarse black hair covering their brawny legs and forearms, and bursting out of their collars -- they were practically a couple of apes! My cock starting hardening up again instantly. "So who gets the bunks and who gets the double?" asked Kemal. There are actually two bedrooms on the upper floor of the Winter Palace, but bed in the smaller one is god-awful, so we were all in the dormitory room -- two pairs of bunk beds on one wall, and a double bed on the other. "I guess my bro and I better take the double," said Brad. You two boys are probably too big now to squeeze into one little bed -- what with all those muscles you've put on. Really, dudes, you look great," he continued, grasping Ali's shoulder. "You must have put on at least twenty pounds between you. Why don't you shuck those shirts and give us a look?" How he gets away with this stuff I don't know, but the twins practically purred and instantly slipped out of their polos. "Go on, turn around," Brad continued. "Whoa -- serious V-shapes goin' on there." At that moment we heard a loud wolf whistle from the top of the stairs -- George and Kevin had arrived, laden with bedding and gym bags. "We interrupting something here, guys? asked George. "Amateur beauty contest? Can anyone compete?" "Only if you've got something to show," Brad retorted, "but it looks like both of you qualify. Hell, George, you must have grown six inches! And is that a full mustache, Kev?" "Well, more like an inch and a half, actually," said George, "-- late growth spurt." He had to be six-four now, thin as a rake, and better looking than ever. Kevin, though, is the real beauty, and facial hair suited him down to the ground and made his cheekbones look even more pronounced. I realized I was going to have trouble waiting for my brother to make his move and put his plan, whatever it was, into action. But of course he was already doing it. After an amazing nearly three-hour dinner for 17 , we "hooligans" drew KP and were in the kitchen till practically midnight. Cleanup is the worst part of camp Wishcometrue: since there's no hot water, you have to boil what you use, and every moth in the state comes swarming to the light of kerosene lamps. Most of them just beat against the windows, but the ones that get in are always falling into the dishwater, so it gets a little tedious. Six of us made the work light enough, however, and finally we were hiking up the trail with lamps to the Winter Palace. Just hanging out with our hot cousins was making me giddy enough with lust, but knowing that Brad was going to make his move now was giving me butterflies. Up in the dorm, we all started stripping for bed, but Brad had a better idea. "I don't know about you girls," he said, stepping out of his jockeys and standing there in front of us stark naked and grasping his hardening cock, "but this little soldier's not going to bed without his sleeping pill." There was a nervous silence while the guys looked from Brad to me to one another, trying to size up the situation. Eager to get this show on the road, I shucked off my briefs too and stood beside my brother. "Come on, guys -- don't pretend you don't do it," Brad said. "What guy doesn't beat his meat before going to sleep? And why do you think we're all banished up here to the Winter Palace, anyway? Lighten up and live a little! Unless," he added slyly, "you're ashamed to show us what you've got." "No need to get personal, Cuz," said George coolly, dropping his shorts to reveal a serious firehose. "You may be mister thick, but I bet I've got an inch on you." "Jeez, man! Look at that thing! You're the tallest and now you're the longest as well, Buddy -- that's a beaut!" crowed my brother. "Now how about you, Kev, have you kept up with your brother?" I couldn't believe how Brad's nerve never failed him: he was playing our cousins like violins, and they were loving it -- from nervous jitters to proud display in one easy step! Kevin stepped forward and lowered his shorts. "Maybe not, Cuz, but I'm not ashamed of what I got." His cock was unbelievably thick at the base, jutting out of a forest of dark pubes and tapering and curving sharply upward to a big purple head. Just looking at these hunks was making my mouth water. We turned to the twins, who were both naked by now and stroking identical thick sausages. We were standing in a rough circle now, grinning at each other like fools and jerking away. Brad stepped back and lay down on his back on our bed facing us, legs spread wide and flogging his meat with abandon. "What say we get comfy, boys?" he suggested. Everyone complied, the twins sitting side by side on their lower bunk, and Kevin and George on theirs. I flopped down next to Brad, a little closer than was strictly necessary, our shoulders touching and my right leg thrown over his left. A few minutes of heavy breathing heavy friction followed. Then Brad suddenly announced, "I think I got a better idea -- how about a little help here, Bro?" I was starting to see how this was going to go, and I immediately flipped over on all fours between my brother's hairy legs and fastened my mouth on his fat cock like a starving man. As Brad told me later, the four guys across from us stopped stroking and stared, slack-jawed with shock. "Oh yeah, Bro, that's it -- make your big brother feel good," Brad moaned, putting on a show. I was beside myself with lust. This was a completely new feeling -- sucking off my big brother in front of an audience of family members, my ass and genitals totally exposed to our cousins as I threw myself into my favorite job. Finally Ali spoke. "Man, is that queer or what?" With a hand on my shoulder, Brad stopped me. Reluctantly I let his big joint slide out of my mouth and flop onto his belly and turned to look at Ali. Brad sat up and addressed Ali directly. "Well, Cousin, maybe it's queer, and maybe it's not queer, but I tell you what -- all I know is it's my brother and my best bud makin' me feel like a fuckin' king. And I'll tell you another thing: he knows his way around a cock like you wouldn't believe, and I'm willing to bet that -- if he's feeling generous -- he can get anyone here off in less than a minute. "Unlike the rest of you virgins, I been getting head -- and a lot more than that -- since I was 14, and I know what I'm talking about. Nobody can touch my brother when it comes to sucking cock -- it's like he was born to make guys come. And the only thing you're gonna get with words like 'queer' is cut out of the fun." Ali was totally abashed, and Kemal answered for him. "Okay, dude, cool your jets -- he didn't mean nothin'. Right, Bro?" he continued, lightly punching his twin's meaty shoulder. "Yeah -- sorry," Ali conceded. "I just -- it's just -- well, I never saw one dude doing another." "Oh don't be coy, boys," Brad responded. "A hundred bucks says, even if you're not sucking him off, you don't mind touching your brother." How Brad knows these things, I can't tell you. "In fact, I bet you jerk each other off -- maybe even every night. Come on, you're twins, for hell's sake." Even in the dim light of the lanterns it was pretty obvious that Ali and Kemal had both gone red. They were silent. "Busted! No hard feelings, boys," Brad crowed. He turned to me. "Come on, Bro, show the guys what you can do. Gather 'round, boys, and watch a pro in action. Well, not a pro -- that's an insult -- but a gifted amateur." Obediently the four of them gathered around the bed and watched as I made love to my brother's cock. Usually he holds off, but perhaps to make a point about my skills Brad let himself go: in no time he was blasting his usual abundance of spooge down my throat and groaning like a stevedore. Eagerly I gulped it down. "Shit, man, he's eatin' it -- he's fuckin' swallowin' his brother's load!" This was Kevin. "Fuck is that hot," breathed his older brother, unconsciously putting his arm around Kevin's shoulders. "You do that every time?" Ali asked. They stood side by side, working each other's poles and trying to stave off their climaxes. I took my time cleaning off Brad's cock, and then sat up and turned to Ali. "Sure do, man -- you wanna be next?" "Awesome!" was his response. His brother let go of his dick and he stood before me at the edge of the bed and offered it. It was thick and straight, but not as thick as Brad's, so I had no trouble taking it all the way to the pubes, burying my nose in the jungle at its base. "Oh, shit, this is so awesome. Fuck, Bro, you are gonna love this," he told Kemal. The smell of my randy cousin's bush was different from Brad's and it made my cock, already rigid, seem to go even harder as I took him deep into my mouth. Ali was already near the point of no return before I started on him, and it took fewer than ten full strokes into my sucking mouth to release his load. It didn't taste like my brother's cum, but it was just as good -- my first taste of any semen besides my own and Brad's. He had truly been in need: he filled my mouth again and again, and I guzzled it down hungrily. Instantly Kemal was begging me to do him, not even giving me time to clean off Ali's still rigid dick. But I was happy to oblige--a new flavor, a new smell, and just as fat as his twin's. I gripped Kemal's hips and threw myself into my work. My cousin was loving his first blowjob, but he wasn't looking at me. Brad told me afterward that Ali's erection never went down, he had an arm around his brother the whole time I was blowing him, and the twins looked into each other's eyes as I brought Kemal to a groaning climax. Like his brother's, his need was as great, and like his brother's, his load was huge. Gratefully I drank it, hungrily gulping down the delicious teenage spunk. Slowly I released his deflating cock, and then looked up at George and Kevin. George looked straight at me, backed up wordlessly and sat down on the bunk across from Brad's and my bed with his great hairy thighs spread wide. I read his mind--my cousin wanted to lie back and relax while I sucked his great horsecock. I scrambled off the bed, knelt in front of him, gently pushed him back to lean against the wall, and fastened my mouth on the next family penis. Kevin climbed onto the bed next to his brother, the better to watch my technique as I pleasured his brother. I could only get the first several inches of George into my mouth, but he was loving it. I could feel Kevin's eyes on me as he laid a hand on his brother's thigh. George lay back on the pillows, sighing softly, and surrendered completely to my sucking. I reached under his great balls to heft them gently and he spread his legs even wider. My finger found his anus and he groaned aloud. Kevin watched his face for a while and turned back to me, memorizing it all. "That's right, kiddo, watch the master and learn a thing or two," Brad's voice came from behind us. "Nobody can beat him, and nobody's hungrier for it than he is--and believe me, I know." Kevin grinned and nodded, and at that moment his brother exploded in my mouth with a soft cry. The three loads I'd already swallowed had done nothing to slake my thirst--I couldn't drink George's cum down fast enough as it spurted into my throat. The more I got, the more I wanted. Greedily I slurped it down, already thinking of the next course on my menu, sweet Kevin's cock. Although his was nothing like small, it was going to be a walk in the park after my efforts with George's huge snake and the twins' thick beer cans. Reluctantly surrendering George's softening cock, I sidled to the right a bit and gently pushed Kevin back on the bed next to his brother. George just lay there, sated for the moment, as I took on his younger brother. Kevin's cock was like iron, and he turned out to have a hair trigger. Obviously the excitement of seeing me fellate four guys in a row, the last his own big brother, was too much for the teenage virgin, and he came immediately with a loud gasp. I held him in my mouth, swallowing his cream and silently thanking him for waiting at least until I had him between my lips. After getting the last drop I let him slide from my lips and looked around the room at my cousins and brother. Brad was grinning at me, knowing he given me something I needed, and the other four smiles were pure contentment. Just realizing that I'd actually done it, sucked off every guy in the room, and swallowed every drop of semen, gave me a sharp surge of joy and even pride. My brother helped me up and hugged me, whispering in my ear, "That's my little cumhound--you're amazing, Bro." We flopped down on our bed as the twins did the same in their bottom bunk, and for a while we all just grinned foolishly at each other. I was still shaking with excitement, and soon Brad's fist closed around my still rigid cock. His own had hardly deflated as he watched me suck our four cousins, and as he stroked me it swelled again. "Little brother needs to come, doesn't he?" he murmured in my ear. "And I know just what he needs--let's give the boys a show." Gently he pulled me around so I was parallel to the wall and then knelt between my legs stroking my anus with one hand, he spit copiously into the other and lubed up his great fuckhorn. In the bunk beds our lolling cousins sat up again, eager not to miss a trick. I smiled across at them, and then up at my brother. Brad leaned down to kiss me full on the lips in front of the boys, still lubing his cock, and probed further into my asshole. As he knows full well, nothing gets my pulses racing faster than the anticipation of his big brother fucker entering me. "Here we go, boys," was his invitation to the others, and they gathered round the bed. Brad took my ankles in his hands, and raised my ass up to meet his blunt tool. Slowly he eased it into me, my sphincter automatically surrendering to his entrance. The boys were agog, seeing me take my brother's huge penis without a whimper. "Fuckin' hell," muttered Ali in awe. "Will you look at that?" All four of their cocks rose up as they watched, and the surge of joy hit me again as looked up at them and saw the envy and lust on their faces. My brother began to fuck me, his eyes boring into mine as his cock bored into my body. The slap if his tight hips hitting my muscular buttocks filled the room, accelerating bit by bit. My orgasm took me by surprise, and I shot spurt after spurt of pungent cream onto my belly and chest. At the same time my asshole clamped down on Brad's pistoning cock and he came too, injecting yet another load of his essence deep into his brother's bowels. He dropped his body onto mine, fastening his lips on mine as our orgasms subsided and our cocks spent themselves. I sucked my brother's tongue into my mouth and he tasted every surface, licking up the lingering traces of the quart of semen I'd just ingested. Finally he pulled back and we looked up at our audience. Their eyes were glazed with lust.