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| was panting. Logan's penis pendulous over me. | fought through the pleasure (what an odd thought) and sat up.
Grabbed my cousin's cock with my hand. He trembled and | marveled at how quickly my captor became
captivated.
"Cum for me, cousin," | begged, "Coverin your seed. Mark me."
Liam groaned. Those incredible eyes so focused I could fall into them forever. | felt his cock twitch and the first
burst splattered over my face. | blinked as sticky cum got in my eye. Another. This one on my tits.
"Oh YES!" Logan shouted. Warm spatters painted my face and chest. | fell back. Logan's dick shrinking in my
hand. A long trail of slowly cooling wetness dribbled down my arm.
| felt another body shake the bed. | forced my eyes open and saw Marissa leaning over me. She kissed my lips. |
realized it wasn't affection. Marissa wanted the cum her brother had left on me. My cheeks, my tits. Marissa
lapped up every last bit.
And then | had the strangest thought. It made sense in the moment, that sick, twisted sex logic. | need to return
the favor. | pushed Marissa down onto the bed. Gave her my own attempt at a wicked smile. | traced my tongue
down her stomach to her pussy. It was neat, the fact that she had no hair there. Not better, but different.
Marissa's cunt hung open, a glob of my brother's sperm leaking out. | licked her snatch from top to bottom. She
froze so fast you'd think I'd shot her.
My brother's salty semen mixed with Marissa's heady juices. | didn't like the taste, but | loved what it did to my
cousin. Marissa shook and keened. She begged and babbled. Her hands gripping my shoulders. I'd find nail
marks there in the shower the next day. Her thighs so tight around my head | worried my skull would burst like a
grape.
| kept my tongue pressed to my cousin's pussy till | couldn't taste the semen anymore. Then | drove down onto
Marissa's clit. She tightened further, then her body went limp. I'm sure she said something. | couldn't hear it, my
ears covered tight by her legs.
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I looked up, cheeks sticky with girl cum, and gave the room a stupid grin.
"That was. Fuck," Marissa said, "Fuck you. You've ruinedforever."
"Only fair," | said, "Since you did it to me."
"That was amazing," Liam said.
"I kind of want to go again," Marissa said.
"No," the three of us chorused. | somewhat remember collapsing into the bed. The warm comforter and the soft
pillow. Being honest, though, I'm not sure at all how | got there.
| woke up the next morning too hungover to move. Wrapped in body parts that | couldn't connect. Marissa's legs.
Logan's arms. And, of course, Liam's hard cock. Pressed against my ass. Like it was always meant to be there.
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| didn't process what I'd done till | was in the shower the next morning.
I'd woken up with the dawning sun still wan in the window. | realized with a start that we needed to get up before
our parents decided to check on us. Naked, post-orgy was something we could not explain away. | extricated
myself from the pile, then slipped out to the bathroom. Every part offelt stiff. Sticky. Even my poor little
brain.
As the hot water washed over me, the reality seeped in. Oh God, I'd slept with Logan. Let him fucklike, |
don't know, skind of cock-crazed slut. Was it bad that my one saving grace was that I'd stopped him from
inseminating me? As if my own brother doing it twice wasn't an issue at all?
| heard the bathroom door open. My blond brother entered, and my chest ached at the sight of him. | didn't care
about the wet. | threw open the curtain and threw myself into Liam's arms.
"Oh God, love, I'm so sorry."
Liam heldtight as | soaked through his t-shirt. He squeezed me, as if he could sense how much | needed it.
"Just tellwe're OK," | babbled, "I don't care if it's not true. Please just say it."
"We're OK," Liam said. | stepped back and stared at him. The shower water hissed loud behind me. "Are you
OK?"
"God no," | said, "I love you. You know that right? Not like, sister love or twin love but love love. Please don't let
"I love you, too," Liam said, a smile forming on his lips. "Chere." He stripped off his shirt and boxers, then
ledback into the shower. Pulled the curtain closed, still holdingtight. His strong arms wrapped around
me, makingfeel safe.
"You want to tellwhat's going on?" Liam asked.
"| fucked Logan," | said, "Well, he fucked me. If I'm being honest, | wasn't doing much. But that's not the point. |
was with him."
"And | was with Marissa," Logan said, "But you don't seem upset about that."
"Of course not," | said, "We were drunk and you both looked so hot together. | don't care if you... Oh."
"Right," Liam said.
"So, you're not mad," | said.
"Not unless you wantto be," Liam said.
"Fuck, you're so amazing," | said, "I mean, how am | so lucky that someone so amazing loves me."
"I don't know about amazing," Liam said, "I've kind of been acting like a dick for the last six months."
"Yes, what's up with that?" | said.
There was a loud knock on the door.
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"Sof us would like hot water!" Marissa yelled. Logan rolled his eyes at me.
"She's so bossy," he said, "Get out of the shower. Cum in my pussy. Lick my clit. Good Lord."
We switched off the water and wrapped ourselves in towels. When | opened the door, Marissa and Logan were
both standing in the hallway. Giving us the stink eye.
"Our parents are still asleep," Marissa said. God, what shitty teenagers were we, waking up before our own
parents?
Liam and | walked across the hall. He sat down on the bed in his towel. | sat next to him. He held my tiny hands
in his -- they looked so pink and weak next to his strong palms and thick fingers.
"On our eighteenth birthday," Liam said.
"You caught Dad with the caterer."
"I did," Liam said, "And it broke me. | wanted to tell you, needed to tell you, but I couldn't. Not because of
anything you did. | felt like it was trapped inside me. That knowledge. Eatingalive. And while | know this
makes no rational sense because it was my own choice, | started to resent the world for makingkeep my
secret."
"I understand,” | said. And oddly, | did. | could imagine seeing Dad with swoman and wanting to tell
everyone, needing to, and realizing that | couldn't. And then, yes, | think | would hate people for trapping me
that way. Even if they couldn't know it was their fault.
"Then school was ending," Liam said, "Dad was being a dick and Mom was distant. | felt so alone. And then there
was you."
"Me?" | asked. It kept coming back to me.
"You," Liam said. He poked my massive boob.
"Oh. Me."
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