“Family Ties”
A Dr. Love story.
This story contains incest. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.
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It was July. The Midwest Summers can be killer. With the humidity the way it is, it’s no big deal to have two or three weeks with nothing but 90 degree days.
I was sitting at my table eating a bowl of cereal. My mother was buzzing around the room doing some last minute packing. Her and my dad were taking a trip to California with my Aunt Linda and her husband. I had already been there with them a few times didn’t really like it. It just didn’t feel right. So, I was gonna go upstate and spend the week with my cousins.
Now, back in the day, my mom and a few of her sisters and brothers all got pregnant around the same time. They thought it’d be nice to watch their kids grow up together.
I was the oldest of the bunch and only retained a close relationship with two of them. They were my aunt Lindas kids. They were twins; Steven and Stephanie. Aunt Linda and Uncle Paul thought it’d be cute to give their kids with similar names.
18 years later, I sat at my table getting ready to make the familiar trip up to see them.
“Alright, sweety. We’ve gotta head out. Stay out of trouble.” Mom said to me.
“Yup. No problem, mom.” I said.
“I talked to Linda this morning. She says Steve and Steph were excited to spend the week with you.” she said.
We lived closer to the airport and Linda and Paul were going to drive down to meet my parents there. I had to drive about 45 miles north to get to their farm.
Mom and dad left and I heard the tires drag over the gravel. Alone at last. I sighed to myself.
“Gonna be a good week.” I said.
I finished my cereal and grabbed my suitcase I’d packed the night before and loaded it in my truck. I locked my doors and I was off.
The trip is pretty boring as you stay on one highway for 95% of it. Finally, I turned off onto some backroads and kept on truckin’.
A few miles later, I saw their two story house sitting up on the hill. Man, they had some green, green grass. I pulled in their long driveway and stopped in front of their house.
I hadn’t seen my cousins since Christmas time. We’d all been pretty busy.
I grabbed my suitcase and went up to the door. 1 Knock. 2 knocks.
“Come in.” I heard. It had to be Steve.
I opened the door and got blast of A/C to the face. Woo. It felt great.
On the inside, sitting on the couch bare-chested, flipping through channels was Steve.
“Hey, Bret.” He said.
“What’s up?” I said smiling. I moved over to him and gave him a hand shake.
Even though he grew up on a farm, Steve could pass for an O.C. native. He was about 5’10, kinda shaggy blonde hair that had little curls in it, blue eyes (as we all had), White, white teeth, a great tan, and was super tone. I can’t say he was ripped because he didn’t have muscles bulging everywhere. He had a real six pack and some nicely shaped arms.
“How ya been?” he asked.
“Good. You?” I said, sitting down at the other end of the couch.
“Eh. Can’t complain, I suppose.” he answered.
“Steve! Is that Bret?” I heard a voice from upstairs call.
“Who the fuck else would it be?” Steve answered.
Down the stairs came a very attractive girl. She was about 5’6, 115 lbs, mid-shoulder blonde hair, blue eyes, nice tan, and white smile. Just like her brother.
“Bret!” She yelled as she ran to me, giving me a hug. “I missed you!”
“Ha. I bet.” I said, trying to get over my shock of how attractive Steph had gotten.
Steph was wearing a pair of black shorts and a pretty tight white shirt. I sat myself back down…just in case.
Stephanie went on talking about all kinds of nonsense until she was interrupted by her phone. She answered and ran upstairs. Must be talking about boys.
“Wow. She looks…uh…different.” I said
Steven laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean, brother.”
Feeling awkward, I changed the subject.
“So what do you do out here for fun?” I asked Steve.
“You see it.” he said.
“Nah. For real.” I asked.
“Eh. Party a little here and there.” He said.
“Oh. You party?” I asked. I knew the answer. I was just messing around.
“Yup. Fuckin’ sucks with summer here. Everyone is always gone. I’ve been havin’ to drink with Steph. It’s boring as fuck.” he said.
“Well, fuck” I started, “You want someone to drink with, I’ll be available tonight.”
“Sounds good.” he said. “You, me, and Steph’ll knock out a case tonight. Ha. She’s gonna drink you under the table.”
“She drink a lot?” I asked.
He gave me this weird smile.
“Too much, sometimes.” he said.
Before I could follow up with a question, Steph came down in a black bikini.
“It’s too hot. I’m gonna go swim. You guys wanna come?” She asked.
I couldn’t answer her for the world. I was too awestruck by her smooth, tan body.
“Uh, yeah. Be out there in a bit.” Steve answered for me.
Stephanie walked out the door.
“Dude. Snap out of it.” Steve laughed.
“Huh? What’re you talking about?” I said, trying to sound believable.
“Ha. I wonder.” Steve said. “Come on. Let’s get you put in the room and get your trunks on.”
Steve led me down to the basement. Their basement was essentially a second living room. A couch, two chairs, fooseball table, and TV were the center of attention. On each end there was a door. Each led to a different bedroom, Steven or Stephanies.
Steve brought me to his room and sat my suitcase down.
“You remember your trunks?” He asked.
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I got ’em.” I said.
Steve went over to his dresser, opened a drawer, picked around and pulled out some white trunks.
I opened my suitcase and shuffled through until I found my blue ones. I grabbed them, unfolded them, and looked up. Steve had slid his shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
I couldn’t believe it. I knew we were close, both boys, etc. But I couldn’t believe he was just standing there naked in front of me. It kind of made me hard in a weird way.
To my surprise, Steve had no tan lines on his body. How he accomplished that, I could guess.
Steve stepped into his shorts and pulled them up. The last glimpse I got was of a nice, thick flaccid cock. He had a nice shave job going on.
Steve tied his strings and looked at me.
“Well?” Steve asked.
“I’m gettin’ to it.” I said.
I took off my shirt laid it on the bed. I tried to bide some time so Steve didn’t see my half-erection. Fearing I was starting to act weird, I just yanked my jeans and boxer off in one swoop.
I took my time in getting my trunks ready to go, hoping that Steve would take a look.
I glanced over in his mirror a little, and to my delight, Steves eyes were looking right at my shaved cock. I started to get hard, so I slipped my trunks on quickly.
“Ready?” Steve asked me.
“You go ahead.” I said. “I gotta use the bathroom.”
Steve and Stephanie both had their own bathrooms. It was just more convenient that way.
I walked in and sat on the toilet. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and took my cock into my hand. Out at the pond was my beautiful cousin in her black bikini. What a sight she was.
I pounded my cock into submission remembering the way Steph had greeted me. Her firm tits pressed into my chest with out hug. God. What a girl.
My cock was throbbing. I had to shoot one off or I’d surely have a boner the whole time we were swimming. Everyone knows what that’s like.
I quickened my pace and felt a tug at my balls. Here it came. What sweet relief. I shot multiple times into the air and leaned myself back.
“Fuck…” I said.
I cleaned myself off and opened the door to see Steve sitting on his bed laughing.
“Jesus Christ. Are you gonna be ok this week?” He asked between laughs.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “I had to shit.”
“It’s cool, dude. We’ve all done it.” He said. “Come on. Steph probably thinks we’re dead.”
We walked back out into the hot and made our way through the woods.
“Look, dude.” Steve started. “You can sleep in my bed or on the couch in the party room (This is what they caleld the open area with the TV, couch, etc.). But if you need some more private space, there’s my bathroom or my room.”
“What do I need private room for?” I asked.
Steve stopped and looked at me.
“You gonna make me say it?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lied.
“Look, I know Stephs a fox. She’s probably the hottest fucking girl I know and she’s my sister. Apparently, you forgot I’m a teenager too. You think you’re the first guy to bust a nut over Steph?” He said as he stared into my eyes.
“What are you saying?” I asked…unsure of what he was getting at.
“I’m saying that I know Steph is hott as fuck and I think of her when I beat off. That’s what I mean by private room.” he said.
“Alright dude. Thanks…” I said. I felt so embarassed.
We kept walking until we came to the pond. Steph was swimming around in the middle.
“Jesus. What took you guys so long? Did you need a quickie?” She giggled.
“Damn.” I whispeded to Steve.
“Let’s just get in the water before something pops up.” he said to me.
We jumped in and immediately tag teamed on Steph. We threw her up in the air, tried to dunk her, splashed her…just about everything.
Truth be told, we were just two horny teens groping a fine-ass girl.
At one point, we were about belly button deep in water and Steph was trying to get away from me. Her hand came back and touched my bulging cock. I could have sworn that as quick as it happened, Steph had just squeezed my cock.
I thought about it for the rest of the swim time trying to figure out if it was just an accident. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Steph announced she’d had enough and got out to go back to the house. As she walked away from us, she slipped her fingers up the backside of her bikini and pulled the material out of her ass cheeks.
Steve and I shot looks back and forth. Steph walked up the trail and out of sight.
“Holy fuck I’m horny.” Steve said.
“Damn right.” I said.
“Ha. You’ve been here a few hours. I have to look at that everyday.” he said.
“I can’t imagine…” I said.
It was starting to get dark so Steve and I got out and took off down the trail as well.
“So…Steph…she fuck?” I asked Steve. There was no more awkwardness between us.
“Yeah, dude. 2-3 guys that I know of.” He said.
“I gotcha.” I said.
The rest of our walk consisted of telling stories of how we’d grabbed at Steph and how it made us feel. Damn we were horny.
We got to the house and went downstairs. Stephs door was shut and her stereo was up pretty loud. Just as we got to Steves door, Steph popped out of her room.
“Do we have any alcohol for tonight?” She asked.
“Yeah. It’s in the fridge.” Steve said.
“Yay!” Steph said as she hopped back into her room.
Steve and I made our way into his room and he locked the door.
“Alright. I wanna show you something. But you don’t say a fucking word.” He said.
“Ok…?” I answered.
Steve walked over to his dresser, took the top drawer completely out, and looked around the empty space. He reached his arm in and grabbed something. He pulled out a manilla envelope and sat it on my lap.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Just look.” He said.
I opened to folder staring back at me were a shit-load of pictures of Stephanie. I was amazed. Pictures of her from around what looked to be about 16 to the present.
“How’d you get these?” I asked.
“I told you.” he said “Sometimes she just has too much to drink.”
I looked through the pictures and got so turned on. There were pictures of her in bathing suits, panties, bras, everything. God, Stephanie was hott.
My huge erection was hidden safely beneath the folder. Steve, however, saw no need to hide his as his shorts started to point at me.
I got more toward the bottom of the pile and saw a picture of what looked like Stephanie asleep…but she had no panties on and a cock in her mouth.
“Who is this?” I asked.
Steve laughed and pulled his shorts down.
“Look familiar?” He asked.
“Oh my God! This is you?” I asked him.
“That’s right. She’d never do it if she was sober. Alcohol makes people do some strange things.” He said. “Well, once she was awake, but still pretty drunk, I got her to flash me and give me a hand job. She never remembered it, though.”
“Fuckin’ lucky.” I said.
“I’ve got something else…” He said.
He reached under his mattress and pulled out a CD in a white wrapper. He walked over to his TV and popped it in the DVD player.
“This is new.” He said.
It started out in the bathroom with a close up on Steves face. His grin was huge and he gave the camera a thumbs up. His hands disappeared and you could tell the top of the camera was being nudged.
He walked to the door and there was Steph.
“What are you doing in here?” She asked.
“I had to piss.” Steve lied.
“You have a bathroom.” She said.
“My toilets backed up.” he explained and walked out.
The video went on as Steph laid her pajamas down and messed with the sink-top radio.
I looked over at Steve.
“How did you…?” I asked.
“Towels. Put it in some towels.” he explained.
I turned back to the movie. Steph was down to her bra and matching panties staring in the mirror.
Steve got up, pulled his trunks off, and sat back down beside me. He was hard.
“Hope you don’t mind” he said. “but it’s my room. If you don’t wanna see, look away.”
Steve started to stroke himself as the video went on. He noticed I had a sizable erection in my trunks.
“Fuckin’ take ’em off.” he instructed.
I did as I was told. I leaned back on my elbows and slowly stroked myself watching Steph.
With the radio on, Steph was dancing in front of the mirror to the music. Without breaking her song, she reached back and unlatched her bra. Her breasts bounced out. Next came her matching panties. God how I wish she’d turn toward the camera. It was only a profile view, but it was gorgeous.
She turned the shower on and kept dancing. Finally, she got in the shower and pulled the curtain.
“This part is shit.” Steve said as he began to fast forward.
It got to the part where the shower curtain opened. BINGO. Out stepped a soaking wet Steph.
We leaned back together and quickened the pace of our pumps. Steph was just standing there, drying her hair.
“Ah, fuck.” Steve said. “This isn’t working. Here…”
Steve removed my hand from my cock and moved it to his. He then took his hand and grabbed mine.
“This isn’t gay if we’re both thinking about Steph, right?” he asked.
“I suppose not.” I said with fake reassurance.
Steve knew just how to grasp. It was perfect. I tried my best to as I slid my hand up and down his 6.5 incher. I could tell Steve was getting into it, and to be honest, so was I. We kept this up for a few more minutes as the video rolled.
Finally, the screen went to back and neither of us had given up.
“Fuck.” Steve said. “I uh…I have one more idea…” he said.
“What? I gotta get this fuckin’ boner to go away.” I said.
“What if we…uh…what if we sucked each other?” he proposed.
“Whatever we gotta do, dude.” I said, excited.
With that, Steve got down between my legs and looked up at me with his boner and his big, blue eyes.
“Remember…not gay.” he laughed.
I winked at him and he closed his eyes, breathed deep, and took me into his mouth. Woo! What a cocksucker. He hummed as he ran his tongue over my shaft. It was beautiful. I picked up some of the pictures of Steph and tried to imagine it was her doing this to me. In a strange way, I was just as satisfied that it was Steve.
I tried to hold back, but I was only so strong. Soon, my hand was pressed on the back of Steves head, and I was fucking his face as my balls erupted. Shot after shot hit the back of his throat.
Steve stood up and spit.
“Not too bad…” he said.
He sat down on the bed. My turn. I leaned down and stroked his hard cock a few times. I stuck my tongue out and swirled it over the tip of his head. “Fuck it” I thought. I opened wide and took him in my mouth.
“Jesus Christ…” he whispered.
He was right. It wasn’t too bad. I kinda liked it. I pumped him and pumped him as I sucked. It was actually pretty enjoyable.
Soon enough, Steve was bucking his hips into my face and had ahold of my hair. Thats when I felt the hot shots nailing the back of my throat.
“Shit. I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” he yelled.
He didn’t need to tell me. Half of it shot down my throat and the other half I managed to spit out. We laid there for a minute.
“Well…we better get dressed and break open that beer.” Steve said.
“Yeah. Let’s get on that.” I said.
Steve stood up and bent down to pick up his shorts. I couldn’t help it. At that moment, all I wanted to do was walk over and take him from behind. What had gotten into me?
Steve threw on a t shirt and pair of loose shorts. I slipped on some jeans and a t shirt.
We walked out to the party room and opened the fridge. We each grabbed some beers and sat down.
Steph came out of her room.
“You guys ready? Yay!” she exclaimed. She ran over and got some beer of her own and sat down on the couch next to me.
I started getting horny again right away knowing I had just seen this girl naked a few minutes before. But she was none the wiser.
We sat there making small talk and drinking.
A couple of hours passed and Steve and Steph were both on their way. I had paced myself because I had a plan. Like Steve said…sometimes she just drinks too much. I never let Steve onto my plan, so I had to act like I was feeling the effects as well.
To make sure they’d be good and drunk, I kept rambling about how Steph was just a little kid that couldn’t drink and then I’d go on about how Steph could drink Steve under the table. I turned it into a competition.
Pretty soon, they were drinking way more than they could handle. They were both stumbling around and slurring their words. My plan was gonna work.
A little bit later, Steve was falling asleep in his chair and announced he was going to bed. He’d had too much to drink.
I stayed out on the couch and talked with Steph for awhile. To my surprise, she didn’t seem so drunk.
“Alright. Help me to my room, good sir.” she said.
I helped her up and she hung on me as we made our way to her room.
“Here you go.” I said.
My plan was to wait until she passed out, and then go to work.
“Wait. I need help getting into bed.” she said.
So I lifted her sheets, and walked her over.
“No. I can’t wear this.” she said, pointing to her skirt and shirt.
“Well…here. Let me help you.” I said.
I unzipped her skirt and slipped it down slow, bending my whole body. I let my face linger in front of her panty-clad pussy for a moment before coming up.
I then hooked her shirt and pulled it over her head.
“That better?” I asked.
“You tell me…” she said. She leaned in and kissed me. Then, she started laughing.
She crawled into bed and I got ready to leave.
“Bret. Don’t leave yet. Come lay with me for awhile. Just ’til I fall asleep.” she begged.
“Well…if I have to.” I said, acting like I didn’t want to.
I laid down next to her and she turned to look right at me.
“I’ve seen you looking at me, Bret.” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I saw the way you kept staring at me all day…the way you and Steve were groping me.” she said.
“You’re drunk.” I tried to explain.
“No. I’m not. I just let Steve think I am sometimes…” she said.
I thought I knew what she meant…but I had to make sure.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“See…Steve thinks I’m drunk…then he gets courageous. He’ll do all sorts of stuff with me when he thinks I’m passed out. He stuck his fucking dick in my mouth one time…” she said.
The thought of the picture Steve had showed me came to mind…
“…and another time he thought I was drunk, I gave him a handjob. Probably thinks I don’t remember it.” she said.
“Why would you do that stuff?” I asked.
“Steve is soooo cute!” She said. “God. I know he wants me but he just won’t do anything unless he thinks I’m drunk…and I can’t just be like “hey, brother, come fuck me”, you know?”
This was so weird. These siblings were obsessed with each other and didn’t think the other knew about it.
“You’re good looking too, Bret. Good looks must run in this family.” She said.
“Ha. Thanks.” I said. “So…let me get this straight…you’re not drunk?”
“Nope.” she said. “But how about we pretend I am?”
She leaned in and kissed me hard. I quickly sat up and took off my shirt. My hands were shaking as I reached to undo my jeans. Eventually, they came off. As did my boxers.
I laid there naked next to Steph who was still wearing her undergarments…for now.
She reached down and squeezed my shaft.
“Oooh…I like it. It’s thick like Steves.” she smiled.
I let her have a few tugs and then I stood up and removed the covers. I grabbed at her panties and yanked them down. I saw a perfectly shaved pussy. Just like the one from the video.
I got my face close and attacked. I shoved my tongue in and out and in and out. I wanted to taste every sweet inch of cousin Stephanie.
Stephanie let out littles gasps and tried to control her leg movements.
“Oh fuck…” she said.
I licked her a few more times and brought myself back up. She sat up and removed her bra. Boing, boing. Out they came.
I lifted a leg on each of my shoulders and lined myself up. With one last look to Steph to be sure, I pushed slowly into her pussy. What a glove it was.
I pumped in her slow the first times through…and then sped up.
“Uh…uh…uh…” she moaned.
“Oh, Steph…your pussy…amazing…” I said.
“Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…” she said.
I kept ramming my hard shaft in and out of her.
Finally, I released her legs and pulled her on top of me. I laid down on my back as she straddled my groin. She moved her hips back and forth nice and slow for awhile. Wow.
I reached up and cupped her gorgeous breasts. She started bouncing up and down on my cock, slamming my balls down every time. I removed my hands from her breasts and brought them down to grasp her hips. I began my best to match her motions and pound her as hard as I could.
Finally, I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock…my own balls beginning to tug. This was it!
Steph let out a long, loud moan. I followed suit. Our juices released and mingled inside the walls of cousin Stephanies pussy. The hot wetness splashed over my cock.
Our sweaty bodies were quickly being cooled by the A/C that was being blasted inside the house. Steph laid down on top of my chest, me still inside her. She kissed my neck a few times and wrapped her arms around me. Every so often, I’d feel her pussy clamp on my cock once more.
“So…” I said, breaking the silence, “what do you wanna do tomorrow?”

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