For Love Of Nature - Kelly's Story

by Lubrican

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Chapter Four

I think the boys were still nervous about all this. Of course they knew I wasn't complaining, and they had seen Uncle Bob's semen running out of Sally's pussy. It wasn't rocket science to figure out what had happened down in the cabin. But it was all so sudden. I know you think I'm silly for saying that, what with all the working up to things before we did the ultimate act. But you have to understand that until the moment I took those strong, young pricks into my pussy and let them spurt their young, virile sperm inside me, it had all been more of a game than anything else. We were just being naughty ... up to that point. Now that I'm older I understand how insane that was, to think that kissing and fondling and rubbing against each other naked or almost naked, not to mention masturbating the boys, was just some silly game. I know now that such things progress apace, as nature intended them, whether you think that will happen or not.

So the boys were tiptoeing around as if they were afraid an earthquake might strike at any moment, even though Sally and her father and I were now relaxed and smiling. Being boys, I suppose they might have thought that Sally and I were setting them up for some kind of cruel punishment. In those days more weight was put on the man in terms of controlling such situations. Nowadays the woman is expected to protect herself, and demand safe sex, or make a prenuptial agreement before she lets a man touch her. Even now, though, I can't imagine that. It would destroy the whole mood. You can't ... prepare ... for sex and expect it to be anything more than going to the grocery store with a list. "Don't you dare get anything that's not on the list! You hear?! We're on a budget here! We have to plan this all out!" If you do that, how in the world could anyone surrender to the sweet passion that sweeps through you and just melts your whole being?

Anyway, that's a modern argument, but we're still talking about what happened back then. Sally and I were unbridled back then, brought like skittish colts to the point where we could be handled and ridden - literally - and loving every second of it. Not that it didn't have consequences. It did, as you will see. And we knew about those consequences. I won't make any excuses about not knowing what happens when you let a man, or men, in my case, plunder your pussy, leaving great gouts of potent sperm in your womb. Even at sixteen I was well aware of the possible consequences.

I believe that what happened then was something that we try to keep from happening these days. These days we try to control nature in every single facet of life. Society's restrictions and machinations affect almost everything we do. If we're going somewhere, we have to do it the way society says we should. Even at home, in our own castle, there are codes that have to be followed, taxes that have to be paid - even on what you own - and rules you have to follow. Why, for instance, can't you walk around naked in the back yard on your own property? It's your place in the world, isn't it? And yet they make a rule that you can't! Why? I think it's simply because the woman next door doesn't want her husband to see someone who looks nicer than she does. Or, if she were to see my cousin Johnny, tall and lean, with his long hard prick, she might want to sample that prick. Instead she puts up a barrier that will keep her from being tempted. I've even heard of some places where other people tell you what color you can, and cannot paint your own house! We move mountains to make flat roads. We build dams to enslave nature's water. We make hot air cool, and cool air warm in our houses. No one walks anyplace. We have chemicals that stop us from sweating. It goes on and on.

Oh my ... there I am off on another rant. What I meant to say was that, for Sally and me, and for the boys and Uncle Bob, and even for Daddy and Aunt Prudence, we let nature take its course back then. We resisted it a little, but then gave in. Some people would call us hedonists, or perverts - we humans seem to have lots of names for people who break "our" rules.

But, in fact, we were simply human, and let our human-ness, creep out into the sunlight, and sport, and play, and love life. And despite the consequences ... we loved that life.

But you don't want to listen to the ramblings of an old woman, long grown up from when I was that sixteen year old filly, kicking up my heels for the first time in green pastures. You want to hear about the romps and play of that filly.

The change that day wrought made itself evident that very evening. Uncle Bob did lend me his camera, and when Daddy and Aunt Prudence went out together to "get some tomatoes off the vine before the evening chill could spot them", I followed secretly. They did go and pick some tomatoes first, which she put in a basket. Then, hand in hand, they stole off into the woods to a small clearing. She dug into the basket again and pulled out a blanket that she spread on the ground.

I got perhaps fifteen or twenty pictures. The lens had a zoom on it and I used it shamelessly. I got a particularly good closeup of the base of Daddy's penis, almost all the way inside her, with a ring of white surrounding it to prove his naked prick had shot off inside her naked pussy.

First, Aunt Prudence sank to her knees and made love to Daddy's cock with her mouth. It was the first time I had seen the whole thing all hard like that. I was amazed at it for several reasons. I was intimately, if somewhat hastily acquainted with the boys' penises, all of which were uncut, though I didn't really understand what that meant then. Believe it or not, I hadn't even paid any attention to Uncle Bob's penis when Sally rose off of him. He turned out to be uncircumcised too, but I didn't know that until later.

But my father's foreskin had been removed when he was a baby, and his penis looked completely different than those I had played with, and which had spurted up inside me. My father's penis started at a light brown curly bush of hair and then had a noticeable downward bend to it, right in the middle. It was like a banana that had been set to rest on its two ends. The tip was a large purple plumb-shaped knob that looked like it must be swollen and hurting to my inexperienced eyes. His groans would have suggested he was in pain too, except that his face didn't match that suggestion. He stood with his hands on his hips, bending over backward, and he looked alternately up at the sky, much like Sally had when she came on her father's prod, and then down at the curly brown-headed woman who was licking and sucking his penis.

I saw her heft his balls, which looked positively huge to me. The boys' sacks had been smaller and tighter. Since then I have learned that was because they were in cool water, and their nut sacks drew up. But Daddy's were sagging down, large and round and hairy. Knowing how much the boys had spurted, I couldn't imagine what it must be like for Aunt Prudence to have those things empty themselves inside her. While she sucked and licked him and he groaned, she pulled at his pants, getting him to step out of them without missing a lick. He pulled off his own shirt. Then she stopped, leaving him looking saggy with that bend in his prick, and stood up to drop her dress. She wasn't wearing anything under it.

I got another surprise. Aunt Prudence had shaved off all her pussy hair. Her pussy lips weren't fat and tight like my own. Hers hung down like two loose flaps of skin. They actually wiggled from side to side as she stepped sideways with one foot. Then she lay down on the blanket and I couldn't see them any more because her knee was in the way as she pulled them up and reached between her legs. I imagined her fluttering her fingers over those lips. My dad sank down on his hands and knees and he stuck his head between her legs. I heard smacking and sucking noises and she rolled her head back and forth. Her hair was in a loose braid this evening, so I could see her face. She was smiling, her eyes closed, as her hands went to play with the hair on my Daddy's head.

Then he reared up and kneed himself closer to her. She reached for his bent rod and helped him get it where they both wanted it. He slammed forward and I winced, but aunt Prudence didn't express any discomfort at all. She heaved her loins up at him and they made a wet smacking-squelching noise as those big balls of his slapped against her buttocks.

I wanted a picture from behind my father, so that you could actually see his penis inside her, but I was worried I had already crept too close and didn't want to be caught. Then I realized they were making so much noise that my movements through the bushes would probably go unnoticed. So I moved, trying to get the look on her face in at least one of them. That's when I got the one of his cock in her pussy. Finally satisfied, I stole backwards through the woods until I could run to get back to the cottage.

Uncle Bob's hands were shaking a little as he took the camera from me and put it in its cradle that was hooked to the computer. The boys and Sally were in the living room playing a board game. We left them there, not wanting a ruckus. The pictures downloaded quickly, and began to flash on the screen in a slide show. He gasped as he saw his sister's mouth enclose my father's bent penis, and then again as her lush body was exposed. He leaned back in his chair as he saw what my father was doing to her.

I was standing behind him, and put my hands on his shoulders, caressing him, as he seemed agitated. He swiveled on his chair to face me and I looked down at his lap. He had become erect.

I felt bold. "You want me to do that to you?" I asked. "I've never done it before ... but I will if you want me to ... suck it I mean."

He panted, and his eyes darted here and there. Like my aunt had done, I got to my knees and unzipped him, reaching in to find the hard thing inside. It was difficult to get it out, and he unbuckled his pants so they came apart. Then his prick came out in my hand.

I examined it carefully, comparing it with my father's. I knew that the skin would move with my hand - it had on all the boys - so I did that and, to my delight, his own big purple knob was now exposed. I leaned over to kiss it and he made a sound in his throat that told me he liked that. Tentatively, not knowing whether there would be taste or not, I let my lips flow over the knob and gave a little suck. There was taste there, but it was impossible to compare with anything I'd ever tasted before. I licked it, like I had seen Aunt Prudence do. But that wasn't as much fun as sucking on it, so I went back to that. He began to wiggle in his chair.

"Kelly, honey ... lassie ... it will squirt in but a trice," he groaned.

I didn't know whether I'd like that or not. The taste thus far was slightly bitter. But I did know I liked feeling what would come out of that prick up inside me. Sally had been sitting on top of him as he lay on the bed in the cabin of the boat. I decided that his being in a chair was almost like that, so I rose up and lifted my skirt. I had taken a skirt to the boat with me, thinking that he might want to take some pictures of me, without panties, bending over or something like that. So I had nothing on under the skirt, which I still wore. I straddled his hips and looked down, reaching for his prick. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but finally I got it started and then sat down on his lap.

I never did it that way again, probably because I couldn't get him as far up inside me as I wanted, and because my skirt fell over us and hid what was happening, and I'd have liked to look down there and see where we were joined as I wiggled all over his lap. It wasn't very coordinated. My feet didn't quite reach the floor well enough to use them to raise and lower, so I just wiggled. It felt really good, but not quite good enough to get me an orgasm.

Not so for Uncle Bob, though. He huffed and puffed and I felt his prick swell inside me. Then there was that wonderful warm feeling of his spend spurting and he crushed me to his chest, kissing my neck.

He thanked me profusely, but all I did was grin and tell him it was my pleasure, even though I didn't get to cum. I had cum more in that single day than ever before in my whole life, and I wasn't unhappy in the slightest. The only down-side of it was that I had to reach between my legs to seal my pussy closed when I got off of him, and run to the bathroom to deal with the mess as it began seeping out of me.

I know it sounds like all this happened too easily ... too quickly. But our almost orgiastic abandon earlier in the day had done something to Sally and me, loosening some fetter that had lain intact for years, knocking a gaping hole in the dam that had held in the passion we weren't even aware were bottled up inside us. Once I had felt the wonder of a stiff penis in my pussy, I wanted to feel it again ... and again ... and again. It was a big thing that had happened that day, and it made big changes in the way I thought about things.

Uncle Bob and I barely made it into the living room to join them there, when Daddy and Aunt Prudence came back in with the basket of tomatoes. We all knew where they'd been, and what they'd been doing, but of course no one said anything to them. Sally had been ignoring the boys, other than trying to thrash them at Parchisi, and they didn't know about what had just happened between Uncle Bob and me. I think they were still on pins and needles, wondering what would happen next.

What did happen next, though the boys didn't know it then, was that at bedtime Sally and I snuck into the bathroom together and shaved each other's pussy hair off. We used Uncle Bob's safety razor and learned very quickly about the value of a new blade. But other than taking longer than we thought it should, it did the job.

That was the result of my report to her as we lay in bed, about the pictures I had taken, and the things I had seen.

"Shaved clean?" she gasped. "I thought about doing that, to get rid of that mop between my legs ... but I wasn't sure I could do it properly."

So we decided that I would help her. And in the process of doing that, and exposing her luscious pink lips that were thinner than mine, and which were looser than mine, but not as floppy as Aunt Prudence's, we decided it looked so good that mine should look that way too. When I was done with her, she did me.

The only problem was that we couldn't run a lot of water in the bathroom, without drawing attention to ourselves. The towel we used to clean the razor, when we were done, looked like some animal had been cleaned and de-haired. I wadded it up and we took it back to our room, to deal with later.

Daddy had another job interview the next day, and it was farther away than before, in a bigger village, so Uncle Bob went with him in the motor boat they also had, but which I had never been in. I loved the sailboat and the motorboat looked dinky by comparison. Aunt Prudence joined them, to do some shopping on the mainland.

Sally and I were beside ourselves. Both of us couldn't wait for Uncle Bob to see what we'd done. The boys were still acting goofy, pretending to ignore us and still, I think, not sure of how to behave around us. When they decided to go fishing, we decided to go with them. We changed into our bikinis and followed them down the path. They were going, according to Seamus, for a different kind of fish, and had snorkeling gear with them, and long thin spears with barbed tips. They only had two sets of gear, so the plan was for three of us to sit on the rocks and sunbathe, while two went for fish. The twins decided to check out their favorite hunting area first, to see if it was even worth the effort. Then they would teach the rest of us how to spear fish.

Brad was quiet for a little while, as were Sally and I. We just sat and looked at the sea. It was peaceful in a noisy kind of way. Finally he spoke to me.

"Are you really okay with what happened yesterday?" he asked.

I looked over at him and just nodded.

"I thought you'd be freaked out," he said.

"If you'll recall, I was the one who pulled you down on top of me," I said.

"Why?" he asked. It was obvious he was confused.

"Are you saying you're sorry for what happened?" I chose to ask him a question instead of giving him an answer.

He looked confused now. "No ... but ... I mean I've thought about it before ... but ..."

"You thought about doing it with me?" I asked, surprised. He'd always been very loving, but also very correct.

"Sure," he said. "I love you." He paused for a second. "And you're sexy."

"I never knew you thought that," I said.

"I just don't understand how it happened," he said, looking out at the ocean.

"I wanted you," I said simply. "I saw that you were hard, and it made me want you."

"Do you think you'll ever ... want me again?" he asked. He sounded almost scared.

"Yes." I just said the word.

He seemed to relax a little. Sally had been listening, but hadn't said anything. Now she grinned at me. He didn't see it. She spoke.

"What about me?" she asked. "Have I grown warts or something?"

He jerked, almost like he had forgotten she was even there.

"Oh no!" he said. "I just ... it's just that ... I don't know what to do," he said.

"So I'm the first girl you ever kissed?" Sally grinned.

"Of course not," he said. "I've done lots of stuff ..." He broke off and looked sheepish. "Okay, I've done a few things, mostly kissing and a couple of times a girl let me touch her places, but not like what we were doing yesterday. I got almost crazy when you guys started taking things off." He threw a rock out into the ocean. "I mean you two just seemed to change so much and so fast that it was like you were strangers, except that you weren't and I got so turned on ..."

"Thank you," said Sally sweetly.

"Don't make fun of me," he said hotly. "My feelings for you have changed a lot in the last week."

"I meant it," she said. "It makes me feel good that you get crazy for me."

"But you're my cousin," he moaned. "And Kelly is my sister, for Pete's sake!"

"I don't care," I said.

"As I pointed out to Kelly, you aren't actually my cousin," said Sally. "And even if you were, I wouldn't care. I saw what you did to Kelly yesterday, and I got so hot I had to do it too."

"With your own dad," moaned Brad.

"I love him. You just said you weren't sorry for what you did with your sister. Why would you think I should be sorry for what I did with my father?"

"I don't understand anything any more," he moaned.

Sally got up and went over to him.

"Do you understand this?" she asked. And she laid one on him, straddling him like I had straddled Uncle Bob earlier and rubbing her body all up against him.

When she let him breathe he was panting. "You know that makes me want to ... to ..."

"And who's stopping you?" Sally said, unclipping the front of her bikini bra.

It was funny to watch them deal with almost instant horniness, and tear at their suits. Boy did Brad's eyes pop when he saw her clean shaven! Then it was funny to see them look for a place to do the deed. Except there wasn't any place on shore that wasn't covered by rocks. In the end they went into the water, hugging and kissing and then, standing in waist deep water, writhing against each other, their hips not quite synchronized, but obviously having sex. They ended up with him bent forward and her laid back, like she was floating in the water, her legs spread wide as he pumped between them. He leaned down to taste her nipples and she made all kinds of noises, even some coughing as her head went under a couple of times.

Brad set up a chant of "Oh Sally ... Oh Sally ... Oh Sally," and ended with a kind of scream that had triumph in it, and joy, and even some disbelief or something. They stayed locked together like that for a long time, talking softly to each other and kissing and all that.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Johnny wading back toward us, a big fish stuck on his spear. He was looking at Brad and his sister and almost lost the fish when he tripped because he wasn't watching where he was going. It was hard to walk in those flippers too, I imagine.

He came up to me. "What are they doing?" he asked.

"What do you think they're doing?" I teased.

"Boy, I just can't get used to all this," he sighed. He looked at me. "I don't know how to talk to you any more."

"I'm the same girl you talked to before," I said. "Just talk to me."

"Lassie, I've never seen girl change as much as I've seen you change."

"Because of you," I accused.

"Well, okay, but ... I mean that's not what we meant ... I mean we were just flirting at first."

"You flirt very powerfully," I said.

"You know you've captured my heart," he said. "I wish I could marry you so we could do that as often as we like."

"You're silly." I reached down and got a handful of water and threw it at him. That was pretty stupid, him still streaming from coming out of the sea, but I did it anyway. "You hardly know me. Besides, who says we have to be married to do that?"

"Everybody," he said glumly.

"Not me," I said. "I'm only sixteen. I have no business getting married."

"What about getting pregnant?" he asked. "Do you have any business doing that?"

"That's different," I said. "If I had a baby I'd have help raising it. Getting married is something else. There's no one to help you when it gets sticky. It's just you and him, and if you're mad at each other, then you have to go find a stranger to be your counselor. Raising a baby is easy compared to being married, in my opinion."

Brad and Sally called out to us then, walking carefully back toward the shore. They'd left their suits on the rocks, and were naked.

"I don't know if I can get used to this at all," said Johnny, looking at his sister's naked body. He goggled. "She shaved!" he croaked.

"I did too," I said. Then he goggled at me. "Want to see?" I teased.

He nodded vigorously but I shook my head. "Well maybe some day you'll get to," I teased. "But we're here to fish. I want to learn how to do that." I pointed at his fish, stuck on his spear.

He actually grinned at me. "It's much easier to dive if you don't have the drag of a suit." He leered.

I grinned back. "As long as we concentrate on fishing." I shook my finger at him.

We had to wait for Seamus to come back, so I would have a mask and snorkel. I took off my bikini while we waited, and Johnny took off his suit. He was painfully hard, but I left him alone and kept my legs closed.

Seamus acted like a boy when he came out and saw us girls naked. He whooped and yelled. Then his brother made him give up his equipment to me. They had to fiddle with the straps on the fins to make them fit me. I wanted to laugh at how it required my legs to be spread all the time while they worked on them. They stared helplessly, and it must have taken ten minutes. A speedboat went by out in the ocean, and made a loop to go by again, a man and a woman waving at us. We waved back as if there were naked people on the beach all the time.

Spear fishing is hard! You have to hold your breath for a long time, and then get into position and it's hard to hit the fish - much harder than I thought. But the feel of swimming and diving naked was so glorious I didn't care that I never caught anything. Johnny floated with me and actually behaved himself, trying to teach me how to do it. Sometimes he was erect, and sometimes not. I saw him swimming hard one time, chasing a target and he looked beautiful that way, but I almost choked because I wanted to laugh at his penis flowing and waving in the water. I thought how funny it would be if some fish thought it was something good to eat and nipped at him.

We went back so Brad could try his hand. The three of them were sitting on the rocks, all naked, and both boys sporting stiff cocks. When we came up to them they were talking about school, of all things. I cannot begin to tell you how free it feels to be able to just be naked out in the world, with other people around. It's sexy and tingly, but when everybody is naked it somehow feels normal too. It's hard to describe. What I can tell you is that, while I was turned on, I didn't feel the overwhelming urge to have sex, like I had on the deck of the boat when I let all three of them have me. I didn't even have the serious urge to play, though flirting was something I had to do. It felt good to feel the hot eyes of the boys on me, and to know that I had made them hard, or at least shared in giving them erections. I don't know how it was for the boys, except to say that they didn't get pushy. They made it obvious they wanted to breed, but didn't get pushy. Eventually the twins recognized their boat while it was still far off, when I couldn't even tell what color it was. We all got dressed and went down the shore to the dock, three big fish stuck on one of the spears, which was carried by two people, one at each end because of the weight.

We got the news from Daddy that the interview had gone well, but that housing was still a problem. The boys behaved as perfect gentlemen, not ogling us at all.

Which is probably why, when Johnny whispered in my ear after dinner, asking if he could come see me in our bedroom that night, I said he could. I told him he had to bring somebody for Sally, and of course when he showed up he had both his and my brother with him. That caused a problem, because the bed was barely big enough for Sally and me to share. We could have laid side by side, with a boy on top of us, but our knees would have knocked, and one boy would have had to stand on the floor and just watch.

I took a page out of Aunt Prudence's book and Johnny and I tiptoed out of the house and to a hammock. It wasn't as easy as it had looked. The hammock kept wanting to twist and roll, but eventually we got balanced and he was able to slide his lovely prick up into my pussy. Our play and nakedness earlier had him worked up, and he shot off in me almost immediately, but to my delight he stayed hard and kept jabbing at me. In the position we were in, it was hard for him to get good contact with my bump, but when he started sucking my nipples it didn't matter. I came so hard that I flopped the wrong way and his hands slid off of me and the hammock rolled. He was jerked out of me and I whacked my head on the ground and it hurt! In the end, we went back into the house and he took me on the couch, giving me another nice - and this time complete - orgasm. The nicest part was that by then he had built up another load and he squirted it up in my belly.

Johnny crashed, putting his arm over his eyes, and I went back to Sally's room to find Seamus behind Sally. She was on all fours, and he had a grip on her hips while he slid smoothly in and out of her. Brad was sitting with his back against the headboard, and his head against the wall, and Sally had her face down between his legs. He was trying to be quiet, but wasn't being very successful at it. When they saw me they stopped, and rearranged themselves, to make room for me. Then Sally and I lay side by side, and didn't care about bumping knees, as her brother thrust into her lustily and my brother gave me a third helping of spunk while he kissed me with long, hot kisses.

Two and a half orgasms will help you sleep like nothing else. I learned that that night.

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