The Scholarship Ch. 13 - The Lake

I like to think I'm a good boyfriend. I'm not perfect, not that anyone really is, but I do alright. I'm there to listen to her complain, we cook together, play games together, and fall asleep every night holding each other. And today I get to prove my good boyfriend status even more by sitting next to her and rubbing her back while she throws up.

"Am I dead yet?" Alex whimpers with her head in the bucket. We're in her room tonight, partially because we fell asleep watching a movie here and partially because she got sick and didn't want to do all her vomiting in my room. She made it to the bathroom the first time, but the subsequent expulsions had been too sudden to make it that far. Delilah had been nice enough to wake up in the middle of the night and help us out, though once we had things under control she went back to bed.

"Thankfully not yet, dear," I murmur to Alex, my hand slowly working back and forth across the smooth musculature of her back. I can feel her body ripple as she coughs and spits again. This isn't the sexiest thing in the world, but it's part of being in a relationship with someone. I keep rubbing her back, doing whatever I can to soothe her.

"I would really really like to be fucking dead now," she growls, putting the bucket down and sliding it away so it isn't blasting us with the smell. She groans loudly in pain and frustration and rolls over to press her forehead against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer, squishing her with my body.

"Nope, no dying. Not allowed," I tell her.

"Fuck you," she whispers back.

"Not right now, you're icky."

She looks up at me and frowns. "I'm not icky, I'm just sick."

"Yeah, same thing."

She pounds a hand weakly against my chest. "Nooooo," she whines, then gives up and curls against me. "I don't like you seeing me like this," she whispers.

"Why not?" I ask, surprised. It's not like this is a habit of hers, or a choice that she's making. She's just sick. "Babe, everyone gets sick. If we stay together, I'm going to see you sick at some point, probably. Unless you have the world's best immune system."

"Yeah but," she pauses her protestation long enough to confirm to herself that she's not about to throw up again, and then she continues, "you always say I'm perfect and stuff and... I don't know..." she curls up against me harder, trying to hide her face from me.

"I still think you're perfect," I whisper to her, "you're amazing and beautiful and hilarious and just... right for me."

"But perfect people don't get sick," she mumbles.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't know!" she groans into my chest. "I don't like being sick, it sucks and everything hurts and I just wanna not exist right now."

"Go back to sleep then," I suggest, "and then don't do anything but sleep and drink water and eat soup and crackers."

"In Chinese you say that you drink soup, not eat it," she says.

"What... I guess that's interesting but how is that relevant?"

"I don't know, my head hurts. I wanted to say it. I wanna sleep. Everything... oh god, where's the fucking bucket?" She pulls away from me and barely grabs the bucket in time. I sigh and sit up and rub her back some more. I don't even know how there's anything left in her body to expel, but she's finding something somewhere. When she's done again she lays back and groans. "Why today of all days?!" she asks.

"It's not like the lake is that different from the pool, we're just gonna swim in both," I say. Ms. Larson had suggested, which coming from her makes it seem almost like an order, that we all go up to the lake today where she has some property and a couple of boats as a way to say goodbye to summer. September is ending soon and while it doesn't get truly cold here, not like it does back home at least, there's still suboptimal times to go to the lake for a day. According to Ms. Larson, that's anytime between October 1st and April 1st.

"You're only saying that because you're a dumb idiot head who hasn't been to the lake yet," Alex protests.

I mentally object to being called a dumb idiot head, but it's incredibly tame compared to other stuff I've heard Alex call people. Just the other day, a few of us were playing Battlestar Galactica (Ms. Larson was ecstatic that we all agreed to play), and when she was discovered as a cylon, Alex called Kayla a "cum sucking sack of butt fuck." I'm not even sure what that means, but it got the point across.

"What's so great about the lake?" I ask. I've been to lakes before and yeah it's fun, but they're just public pools with more fish in them, right?

"The boats!" Alex replies, now back to whimpering against my chest between sentences. "There's the big boat, like a baby yacht thing, and then the speedboat and tubing is super fun and it's just nice to be hanging out with everyone and having a good time and..." she trails off and lets out a low growl of displeasure. "I've only been sick for like six hours but I'm already fucking tired of it."

"Even more reason for you to stay home and sleep like a log."

She glares up at me but nods. "I know. Try not to have too much fun without me." She almost kisses me but when I pull back from her she sighs and just rolls over. I kiss her cheek instead and slowly get up out of bed. I never like leaving the bed when she's still in it, but her being alone is what's best for her right now.

"I'll have a very very boring time," I assure my girlfriend with a smile.

"No, really though," she stops me before I can leave, "I love you, have a wonderful day. Don't let Kayla bully you into doing something stupid. And uh... You know... just come cuddle me when you're done."

"Only if you're not pukey," I grin. "I love you too, get some rest." She's already making a little ball of her body, shivering under the blankets and doing her best to drift back to sleep. I feel for her, I really do. But I'm glad I'm not the sick one right now.

The last month and change of school has been stressful and a lot of work. It turns out, super selective colleges tend to expect a lot of their students. I'm learning things I couldn't have possibly imagined, and feel more confident with my abilities as a filmmaker already. I can't believe how much I love it. And I have friends here. Friends that I don't see naked all the time or have to live with. Not that I dislike my housemates, quite the opposite in fact, but there's something nice about having a normal friendship. I like school. No, I fucking love it. Even the hard parts are wonderful and rewarding, all my professors are incredible, and I genuinely look forward to every day.

All that being said... Holy fucking shit. It's intense. And I'm so happy to have a weekend that not only doesn't require me to do any homework, but also has a fun day at the lake lined up. I need this.

Alex and I were up most of the night off and on due to her being sick, and it's only 4:30ish right now. The smart thing to do, the thing I definitely should do, would be to go back to my bedroom and sleep there to get some really good rest for a bit before we leave for the day. But the thing is... my sister makes me so stupid.

Instead of my bedroom, I slip over to Lauren's room and peek inside. I don't know why I feel obligated to look before I head in to be with her, but it just feels right. Plus, I think I like looking at her while she sleeps. She's cute. There, I said it, my naked twin sister is very cute. The dim light from the hallway is enough to guide my feet across her room. There's nothing to trip on--no clothes to cover her floor like back home--but it helps me not stub a toe on her chair or desk.

She's fully asleep, so rather than make a big fuss and wake her up and all that, I climb over her as quietly and carefully as I can and slide under the blankets between her and the wall. Despite all my attempts to be a ninja, Lauren shifts and rolls over to face me, eyes heavily lidded but definitely open.

"Whayudoin?" she mumbles at me. Despite the question and the fact that I just appeared in her bedroom early in the morning, she still opens her arms and reaches out for me. Unable to resist such an invitation, I shift forward until her tits are pressed against my chest. Perfection. She nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck and gently kisses my collarbone.

"Alex is sick, so I came to cuddle you instead."

"Oh, so I'm just here when you can't sleep with her?" She's slightly more alert now, and pouts at me.

"Would you prefer I go back to my own bed?" I tease her, pulling my hands away and pretending like I'm about to get up. She quickly drags me back down into her grip.

"No," she says quietly and defiantly. "You're stuck here. I need cuddles now, and it's your job."

"My job?" I ask.

"See anyone else here? You're my brother, you gotta cuddle me. Them's the rules." Lauren nuzzles against me harder, and then we're well and truly entwined.

It isn't the most comfortable sleeping position in the world. My cock is smooshed against her tummy, and I can't really move my head or my arms without disrupting her. But it's Lauren, and that makes it all so much better. The warmth of her body, of her breath, against me is heavenly, and I don't mind the less than perfect cuddling position one bit. Or maybe, and this is certainly a possibility, I'm too tired from being up most of the night with Alex to care. Either way, soon enough we both drift back off to sleep. Wrapped around each other, naked as the day we were born. You know, the way siblings sleep.

I wake up to a now familiar sensation. Two months ago it was a brand new feeling, but things have changed drastically recently and getting my cock sucked is nearly a daily occurrence. There is a mouth wrapped around my erect cock and a tongue sliding up and down the underside of my shaft as I wake up. At first I'm a mixture of confused, aroused, and scared. Then I remember that the only person this could be is Lauren. And that little fact makes everything ok.

Before I even open my eyes, I lay there for a moment and just feel everything. The way she makes sure that her tongue is reaching every inch of me that she can. The way her hand strokes up as her head rises, ensuring that the maximum amount of pleasure is constantly being applied to my cock. The little bit of suction she provides when only the head of my member is still in her mouth. All of these combine to make me squirm and clutch at the sheets within seconds.

"Oh good, you're awake," Lauren whispers, her lips still brushing at the head of my cock. "That means I can do this." I open my eyes to see her climbing up my body and taking my cock in her hand to guide it into her pussy as she sits down on my lap. Oh fuck.

"God, Lauren," I gasp as her pussy envelops me. She's incredibly tight, but also soaking wet, so there's only a little bit of resistance as she wiggles down to take me all the way inside of her. She moans right along with me, just louder and with fewer words. Fewer words doesn't mean any less meaning, however. I can read every little emotion that comes off of her as she begins to ride me. Lust, love, need, joy. All of these are evident in her voice.

But I'm her twin brother. I don't need her voice to tell me she feels all these things. I can sense it from the way her fingers clutch at my shoulders. I can see it in the way her eyes nearly close in pleasure but she forces them to stay open so she can look at me. I can feel it in the little half-smile she gives me. I know her inside and out, literally, and can tell what she's feeling and experience almost as well as she can. We are in sync in a way that most couples in the world can only aspire to.

So when we fuck, it's a simple, lovely thing. No motion is wasted. We pull apart together, my hips shifting down towards the bed as she rises up on her knees. Not all the way, just enough to give us some room to slam back together. Never pulling too far, always leaving the head of my cock still nestled between her lips. This morning is slow for now. Up and down are both languid motions as we enjoy the feeling of our bodies together. It's quiet and sensual. There's no one else around, no hurry to be anywhere. There's not even any music playing. It's just me and my twin sister, alone with each other.

Her hands go to my shoulders right as mine find her hips. She's taking the lead this time, a rarity for us, but I'm more than happy to let her do what she wants. It's not that she's bad at being on top or being in the lead sexually, quite the opposite, but normally she just begs me to hold her down and fuck her hard. Or she wants to blow me and finger herself, that's a recent favorite of hers. Main point being, she's normally a massive sub, and it's a delight to lay back and let her work her magic for a bit.

Lauren gyrates on top of me, grinding her clit against the base of my cock, pressing down into my pelvis and making little gasps that would be adorable coming from anyone but are downright my favorite noises coming from my twin sister. Her head hangs with her hair falling around her face. It's barely long enough to really "hang" past her face, but it frames her face perfectly. It draws my eyes towards her, funneling my vision onto the windows to her soul.

"I love you," she whispers, lowering her head further.

"I love you too," I whisper back, running one hand up along her side, briefly pausing to fondle her breast before my hand rises higher, dancing along her skin until I wind up in her hair. I pull her down towards me, though all it takes is the lightest pressure and she knows what I want so she helps by leaning down until our lips meet. Her tongue slides into my mouth and she moans as we make out while she grinds her cunt on my cock.

Her breasts press hard against my chest, squishing out a little bit to the sides as she writhes around on top of me. She's not doing much riding, at least not the way I thought of it from just watching porn before I lost my virginity, but the grinding is pleasurable. My cock is only sliding around inside of her an inch or so at a time, but that's all I need right now. Even that little bit of stimulation feels incredible, and it's heightened significantly by the way her pussy tightens around me with pleasure whenever her clit rubs against me.

"Fuck, Lauren," I gasp when she pulls back from our kiss for us to breathe. Both of us are panting, and I can see sweat beading on her forehead. We're pressed together, our bodies almost as close as we can be, and the skin on skin contact is heating us up faster than normal.

"I needed you this morning," she moans. "Had a dream last night..." she trails off, losing her voice in the throes of pleasure. Before she continues, she switches up our sex, pulling back from me to leave our chests sweat-coated with a faint sheen. She shifts herself, sliding her legs around without making me pull out of her so she can get her feet under herself, still off to the sides of my legs. Her arms go out, one to my chest and one back on my legs to balance herself.

For a long moment she doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything. We stay locked in our positions, just staring at each other. The feelings are unspoken because they don't need to be spoken. Then she starts to bounce in my lap. Lifting herself up only to drop back down onto me. They're nice short strokes, only about half of my cock coming out of her before she slams back down onto me. This feels much fucking better.

"Tell... tell me about your dream," I grunt out as my hands scrabble up her body, aching to touch her and feel her. I can't reach her tits, I couldn't hold them with how she's bouncing anyway, so instead I just rub her legs and her tummy. I need to touch her, it doesn't quite matter where.

"Oh, right." She giggles, her eyes crossing as she fucks herself with my cock. It takes her a few more bounces before she's able to actually continue. Not that I'm complaining. "It was simple... nothing fancy or anything," her voice is so cute right now, it's almost enough to distract me from the sight of her tits bouncing in front of me. But they're... entrancing. "Anyway... we were back in our old room, back home..." She continues, talking slowly, quietly. Her voice is clearly strained by the pleasure of our sex, but I can also hear the determination that says she's going to continue regardless.

"And?" I ask, egging her on.

"And... Mom and Dad were home, but we were horny and we wanted to have sex. So I came over into your bed. And... Fuck Joe your cock feels so fucking good!" she shrieks suddenly. Her eyes fly open wide and her head falls back. She stops bouncing in my lap and just shudders on top of me. Her pussy spasms, clenching hard around me, and she cums. Lauren falls forward onto me, barely holding herself up, and lays unmoving for several seconds.

When she moves again, it's only her hips basically. They lift up and slide back down, still taking the lead and continuing to fuck my cock. We're just chest to chest again, nose to nose, but still fucking. Harder and more intensely than last time we were in this position. Lauren smiles a loopily at me before kissing me gently.

"I didn't expect to cum that fast," she whispers.

"That was super hot though," I reply.

"Now I just need you to cum for me and we can call it a good morning," Lauren giggles, bouncing on my cock a little more earnestly.

I laugh with her and shake my head. "That's going to happen, don't worry, but I want to hear the rest of this dream first. You can't start a dream like that and then not tell me how it ended."

"Even if it ended super disappointingly?" Lauren asks, still sliding her pussy up and down my cock.

"Yep. Even then," I say.

She smiles and kisses me. Her hips rise and she pulls her pussy off of me fully, leaving my throbbing cock slick with her juices slapping against my stomach. "I'll tell you about it, but I need you to be on top," she says shyly, "my legs are starting to hurt and I need a break from that position while you fuck me. Easier to talk when I don't have to focus on riding you."

I laugh and sit up, giving her butt a little slap while she swaps places with me. Once she's in position, smiling up at me like the sexy little minx she is, I put my arms under her knees and slide my cock back where it belongs. Right into my sister's pussy. "Dream explanation go!" I say as I start getting into our rhythm.

She giggles, but it cuts off quickly as I thrust deep into her. Lauren's eyes go wide and she gasps, then groans. "Ohhhhh, yess. Ok, so... the fucking dream..." Her voice cuts in and out, fading and strengthening in time with my thrusting. "We were in our bedroom, getting ready to fuck. You were fingering me and I was stroking this perfect cock. And then we could hear our parents moving around, talking and getting ready for the day. But we couldn't stop ourselves, we were both too horny..."

"Well that does sound like us," I whisper between the soft sound of our bodies meeting and separating. I look away from her face briefly, as hard as that is, to glance down at where my cock is sliding in and out of her, making her juices drip down onto the bed.

"So you covered my mouth while you fucked me, so I wouldn't moan too loudly and let Mom and Dad know what we were doing. And it was so hot to have you holding my mouth shut and I was just moaning into your hand and... then I woke up."

"That does sound hot," I whisper. "Was it like this?" I lean forward pushing her legs up higher and wrapping one of my arms around to place my hand over her mouth. Lauren's eyes widen and she nods. I can feel her mouth open and her breathing get heavier, sucking at my hand a little when she gasps in excitement and arousal.

I could monologue at her while we fuck about how hot this is, this new aspect of trying to be quiet. There's no need though, for me to talk or for us to be quiet. Everyone in the house has watched us fuck, and most of them have joined in on it in one way or another. So being loud doesn't matter. And we know what the other is thinking most of the time anyway, and we're in agreement about how hot this is, so talking doesn't do anything.

Instead of any of that, I just fuck my sister hard. My hand gets tighter around her mouth, and I can tell it only makes her hornier. I can feel her desperate moans against my hand, her heavy, moist breathing making my hand wet, but I still stifle her from making too much noise.

"Shhh, Lauren," I hiss in her ear, leaning in closer so my words are just a barely audible whisper. "If you keep moaning, Mom and Dad will hear." I look furtively to the door, playing into the scene we've built to continue and elaborate on her dream. Her head follows me, and her moans intensify for a moment before I feel her shut her mouth and nod to me.

I pin her to the bed, pressing down with my hand as I lose the last bit of control I had left and begin fucking her wildly. I keep her muffled though, even as her moans escalate bit by bit in time with my thrusts. The bed creaks under us as I pound her into it, slamming the full length of my aching cock in and out of her soaked cunt.

She cums again, screaming past my hand as another orgasm rips through her body. She convulses around me, and her legs shake wildly before they wrap around my waist and pull me deeper.

"Oh fuck, Joe, fucking hell!" She screams before I silence her again. This time instead of just covering her mouth I jam three fingers into her mouth and feel her instinctively clamp down around them.

She sucks fervently as I fuck her, my cock pistoning in and out of her, the wet squelching noise of our sex taking the place of her moans and screams. "Shhh, Lauren," I chide her, "Mom and Dad are gonna hear their daughter being a little slut." She whimpers pathetically, no words or thought in it other than a plea for more sex.

And I deliver. My cock works in and out of her, plunging down to her spot and filling her fully and completely. Her eyes roll back, and my body begins to shake. My balls clench as her legs shake around me. I look into my sister's eyes and I cum.

The sound I make as I pump cum into Lauren's pussy sounds like an angry sabertooth tiger. I throw my head back and growl in pleasure while I fill her. My cock is buried as deep into her as I can get and I don't pull out until my cock has stopped twitching and my balls are empty. I slowly pull out of her, both my cock and my fingers, letting her groans play as sweet music to my ears while cum runs down from her freshly fucked hole.

"Holy shit," I mutter as I rest, panting, on top of her. That's when her phone buzzes. Just once first, meaning a text message. And then again, another text. Lauren looks at it, planning on ignoring it, until it buzzes three more times in quick succession. "Who is texting you?" I ask, still not moving.

"Ugh," she scoffs, before reaching over and picking up her phone. She looks at the screen and her eyes widen.

"What?" I ask, scooting towards her.

"It's from Ms. Larson," Lauren says softly. She looks up, but not at me, up to the camera in the corner of the room.

"What does it say?" I ask. It's not super ominous, but just strange. She texts us relatively regularly, but not this early in the morning, and usually not during sex. From the look on Lauren's face, however, it's something she wasn't expecting to read.

"She wants me to eat the cum. She wants me to do it fast."

"Fast?" I ask, curious why. I mean, the cum will dry and all that, but... that seems obvious.

"She says she's masturbating while watching us and wants me to eat your cum for her. But she wants you to scoop it out and feed it to me." I cock my head, but Lauren shows me the texts. Yep. I turn and look up at the camera. While I'm looking at it, Lauren gets another text. "She says to stop being a little bitch and feed me your cum," Lauren says, giggling a little.

I turn back to my sister and look into her eyes as I push my fingers into her recently fucked pussy, scooping out a big glob of my spunk and offering it up to Lauren. She doesn't even hesitate to clamp her lips down again and swallow the mixture of our collective sex juices. I repeat the process two more times until Lauren gets another text. She shows this one to me rather than reading it out loud.

"Good girl and good boy. I'll reward you both later." That's all it says, and all it needs to say.

My twin and I cuddle on the bed for a few minutes while we recover from our rough morning fuck. While we lay there, partially in the dampness from our activities, we softly touch each other and talk. Not even about the sex, or about the lake later today. Just talk about class and friends and what people back home are doing. We talk about games we played, and the things we did while we were apart in classes or just not near each other. It's an important part of our relationship. Our existence. She is the other half of me.

When we were younger we spent all of our time together, nearly literally inseparable. Now that we're growing up a bit and we have different classes and I have a girlfriend and Lauren is good friends with Maggie we're spending more time apart. These little check-in chats have become a daily thing, and they're generally just pretty good for us. It only lasts for ten to fifteen minutes a day, but it is the equivalent of therapy for us.

Once that's taken care of, and both of us have recovered enough from sex to be able to move our legs and stuff, we walk hand in hand to the bathroom and take a quick shower. And yes, it actually is quick. No sex, no fooling around. We're both happily spent and it's not like our first few days together when we were just constantly humping every chance we got. We still fuck a lot, but we are capable of doing things without falling into sexy times.

Even though everyone in the house here knows about our sexual relationship, it is on our minds that it needs to stay hidden from the rest of the world. That being said, around the house, we kiss and hold hands and fondle each other openly. Which is what we do on our way downstairs to get some breakfast.

"There they are," Kayla remarks, halfway through an omelet.

"Well you clearly weren't waiting on us to eat," I say, pointing at her plate. She laughs at me and shakes her head.

"No no, not waiting to eat, but we were wondering..." she looks over to Delilah, who giggles along with her, "where you came?"

"What?" Lauren asks, dropping my hand in surprise.

"Yeah yeah," Kayla continues, a glint in her eyes, "We were taking bets on where you would cum when you two were finished."

"Wow," I say, shaking my head, "So what did everyone have?"

"I thought mouth, like in her mouth," Kayla pipes up.

"Creampie!" Delilah adds.

"I thought it would be all on her tummy, that's cute," Julie says as she walks into the room with plates for us and herself. I don't know how she carries all of it, but she's a wizard like that.

"It was a creampie," Lauren admits, blushing a little. Julie and Kayla groan, and a promise of some money changing hands is made. No one actually has any on them at the moment, because of a distinct lack of pockets in the house.

"I already knew," Ms. Larson says, tucking into a bite of her omelet. We take our seats while she grins with an air of superiority about having watched us fuck already. She looks around for a moment, then continues. "Where's Tyler? Is he still planning on coming to the lake?"

"Yeah, he'll be there," Kayla says, spearing more omelet. "He ate super fast and then scurried outside. Something about the light being perfect for pictures." That sounds like Tyler alright. A couple of weeks ago he stayed up all night just for a single picture of the night sky.

It was a good picture, to be fair. And I respect the dedication to the craft. But damn.

Though, as I think about it while I munch on my bacon, cheddar, and chives omelet, I would do similar things. If making a short movie, I could definitely see myself waking up at a stupid hour, or staying up super late to try and get the shot I think I need. Maybe I'm a little insane though when it comes to movie making. I have to be insane if I'm at this school, right? Or at least focused. Focused and dedicated are probably better, more accurate descriptors.

Breakfast is a quick affair, and then I help Julie do the dishes while Lauren packs one cooler full of drinks and the other with a bunch of sandwiches we're going to eat for lunch. Not sure when Julie had time to make those as well as breakfast, but I'm not going to complain. The woman is a saint. A saint of good food.

Before we leave, I pop on up to check on Alex again. I feel bad leaving her here, but Delilah has said she'll watch her and make sure she eats soup and drinks water and doesn't die. Still, I need to see her. I always do.

You could say it was a waste of a trip upstairs, in a way, because she's sound asleep, wrapped up in a little Alex burrito of blankets. Hell, I don't even know where she got some of these, I don't recognize them. Instead of bothering her, which is on my mind because I want to cross the room and give her a few forehead kisses, I just look at her for a moment, silently hope she feels better soon, and then head back downstairs.

Delilah is outside, getting some pool time while Alex is asleep, but she clearly has the camera in Alex's room pulled up on her phone in case my girlfriend needs help. She waves goodbye, and I hurry towards the changing room to get my swim trunks on.

What a stupid stupid thought, in hindsight.

While the rest of the group is in the changing room, no one has any clothes on. Of course they don't. We're just going to the lake, in fucking public.

"Are we not going to be wearing swimsuits or anything?" I ask, in one last attempt to try and get some clothes on if we're going to be in a public space. Nudity in front of this group is one thing. But out in the world? Where other people exist? That's terrifying. Maggie already saw me fucking and she hasn't let me or Alex live it down yet. Almost every time she sees us she remarks that she's amazed we're still wearing clothes. And when we walk off anywhere together she has to remind us to not get caught having sex. We don't, for the record. We haven't had sex on campus since the first day. I've fingered Alex, and she did suck me off in the library once. But that's it! No full on sex!

Ms. Larson just laughs at me. Not even a little chuckle or a titter. A full throated laugh at me like I said something stupid at a ball. "No, darling," she says, though she is definitely wearing a bikini. It's a good looking swimsuit, black with pink outlines, and it seems to have been crafted in a secret laboratory to perfectly mold to her body and accentuate every line and curve of her body. She's wearing a mostly--mostly--opaque sash that doubles as a skirt. It hangs down to mid thigh and almost looks like something she could wear out and about in public. There's a haughty powerful look in her eyes as she looks over the naked people arrayed around her while she walks around clothed. "But don't worry," she continues, her eyes landing on me and staying there as she looks me up and down, "we'll be in a private, secluded part of the lake. No one else is going to be there. But I still want my little cuties to be naked for me." She grins at me as if this is obvious, and takes one tantalizing step towards me, reaching down and gently fondling my cock.

"Oh," I say, feeling her hand on me. "I understand," I say. And I do, truly. She just wants to enjoy watching us, and remind us that she's in charge. Even if we're having a lovely day at the lake, she's still in charge. I share a look with Lauren, and then the moment passes. We now know what we've signed up for. The next four years are going to be like this, and it's a pretty fucking good deal.

I wind up carrying one of the coolers and Tyler has the other on our way out to the car, where we load up the trunk space, and then all load into the van. Tyler got the short stick and has to drive, but I wind up in the back seat with Lauren, while Ms. Larson and Julie sit in the middle seats. And then we're off to the lake.

It's not an exciting trip. Nothing sexual happens, Lauren doesn't even touch my cock more than twice. We just chat and joke and text our friends. Kayla even takes a little nap up front and I don't blame her one bit. We're all mentally preparing ourselves for a long, but fun, time on the water., and don't want to spend too much energy on the car ride. But an hour and a half or so later, we find ourselves pulling to a stop in a shaded area by a beautiful blue-green lake.

We park in a little grassy area with a clear view of the lake and the dock. Pier? Jetty? It was made of corrugated metal and shot from the sandy beach 80 feet out into the lake. I was expecting a yacht. A true blue, billionaire's yacht. Hundreds of feet long, with a hot tub and a helicopter pad and really anything one could want. That's what I was expecting, but the reality is that there are three smaller boats. Not even close to a yacht, even if you added them all together. Instead, there are two very nice looking speedboats, each able to carry all of us if it wanted, and a larger boat. A pontoon, perhaps? Look, I'm clearly not a sailor, and trying to accurately name watercraft is well outside of my wheelhouse. Regardless of its name, the larger craft looks like it's made more for pleasure and lounging than any sort of fast movement.

"Do we have like... a skipper?" Lauren asks.

"A skipper?" Kayla turns and looks at her like she just asked if we need to hoist the mainsail.

"Yeah like... a boat driver. Driver isn't the right word! And neither is pilot, right?"

"Pilot is fine," Ms. Larson chuckles, "So is skipper, actually. And it doesn't matter, because I know how to drive a boat, and so does Tyler, and also..." she points down to the dock where a tall, tanned, raven-haired woman steps off of the pontoon and waves up at the group of us. "That's Raine."

"Raine, huh?" Lauren asks, looking up at Ms. Larson. "And uh, what's Raine do?"

"She pilots boats," Ms. Larson explains, "And my plane, actually. And I think her day job is as a consultant. Regardless," she waves back to Raine, "She can handle one of the boats at all times, and if we need more than just her, Tyler and I also know how to pilot a boat. Not that I think we'll worry about that too much." She shrugs and looks around at the naked cadre surrounding her. "Well, let's go!" she says with a laugh before leading us down the hill. Everything gets dragged along with us and we store it all on the pontoon where it'll be easily accessible.

And then we're there. We have arrived at the fabled lake. It's beautiful to look at, absolutely gorgeous weather, and I find myself bouncing with excitement alongside Lauren. Part of that is the sight of several inflated tubes, some skis, and other recreational equipment available to us. We've never been skiing--water or otherwise--or even tubing or... really anything like this. Swimming, yes, but nothing more than that. They say money can't buy happiness but... I'm feeling pretty fucking happy right now thanks to money.

"Alright, what's first?" Raine asks as we get closer to her. She has an accent, sounds Australian if I had to guess but I haven't seen her passport, and appears to have a permanent smile plastered across her face. Her tits are larger than Lauren's, with only a little bit of hang to them, and the rest of her is toned and lithe. I wouldn't say she's as fit as Serena, mostly because that's a nigh-impossible bar to reach, but every inch of her screams that she spends most of her time outside doing physical activity. She lopes towards us on long legs and grins are Lauren and I. "Heya new kids, Raine, pleasure to meet ya," she extends a hand that Lauren and I shake one after the other.

"Joe," I say, at the exact same time that my sister chimes in.

"Lauren," she grins.

Raine looks at us, noticing the physical resemblance and the way we both shift our weight uncomfortably. Then she looks up at Ms. Larson. "Twins?" She asks.

Ms. Larson laughs and nods. "They're creepy sometimes, but all in all they're good kids, fun to be around."

Our boating expert just shrugs. "Whatever. Nice to meet you. What do you guys wanna do first? I'll let you pick because you're new."

Lauren and I look at each other. So much power in the palms of our little hands. We're basically gods. We can shape the universe. Or at least the shape of the next thirty minutes of our lives and the lives of those around us. So maybe not gods, upon reflection. "Speedboats?" She asks.

"Yep, I wanna go tubing," I reply, nodding at my sister.

"Not skiing?" Tyler asks.

"Hell no," I respond, shaking my head. "I don't trust myself to stand up on skis, let alone go fast on them." He shrugs at me as if it's my mistake. Well, maybe.

"Then let's get going!" Raine claps her hands, ushering us into the speedboat and hooking a couple of large, circular, inflatable tubes up behind the boat. One of them appears to be designed after a sprinkled donut and the other is a pizza. Pepperoni if I had to guess, though there's other stuff on there I can't quite make out. It doesn't matter, I'm going to be sitting on it, not eating it.

"Let the twins go first," Tyler suggests, dropping into a seat next to Julie while Ms. Larson sits opposite them with Kayla. There's plenty of seating for everyone here, and even some nice cold waters for us between tubing sessions in case we're in the sun too long and overheating.

"Sure, hop on, kids," Raine shows us how to safely get on and off the boat from the water, gives us some important tips and explains the best way to hold on so we don't go flying off into the distance like a cartoon character at the first wave. Then she gives us each a life jacket, just for a last little bit of safety.

Lauren and I get settled on our individual tubes as Raine pulls us away from the dock. We chat idly, just making jokes and enjoying the weather as the boat putters out into the center of the lake. Not quite the center, but far enough that the water is deep, the shore is a memory, and we're free to crank up the speed.

"You ready?" Raine yells back at us.

"Yeah!" Lauren responds. I just give a thumbs up. Lauren can answer for me without any trouble. "It's a speedboat right? Let's see some speed!" Ok, maybe not all the time.

Raine cackles, a throaty laugh that carries across the water. Then the laugh cuts off, suddenly drowned out by the engine on the speedboat roaring with power. She's still turned to look at us, and I can see her mouth moving as she says something, but I can't hear it. Instantly, she turns the boat and we rocket to the side, both of our tubes skittering across the water.

Raine speeds up more, and I hit my first wave made by the wake of the boat, flying into the air. I land with a jarring slam that rattles my teeth and knocks the wind out of me. My eyes widen.

Oh. I get it.

I whoop in joy and tilt my head to see Lauren doing the exact same thing. Her face is split into an enormous grin as we speed across the lake.

I instantly feel a little pang of regret for Alex, knowing she was looking forward to this and isn't going to experience it.

That vanishes as soon as I hit the second wave and bounce across the water again like a stone. I don't need to think about my lovely girlfriend right now, I'm having a blast going 60 miles an hour desperately holding on to an inflatable rubber tube. I scream in excitement again and look at the boat to see Ms. Larson grinning at us. She gives us a little wave, and then turns to chat more with Kayla and Raine.

The sight of them goes away, quickly replaced by a bunch of water as I hit another wave. This one is either bigger or just at the wrong angle or... whatever it is, my tube flips and I go under. The world is swirling eddies of water, bubbles flying, and my arms flailing wildly. Then I pop back up out of the water and suck down some sweet sweet air. The boat is a ways in the distance already, and I can see Lauren's face turned around laughing at me as she bounces away across the water. She laughs her fine ass off right until Raine makes a sharp turn, coming back towards me, and I watch Lauren go flying through the air, arms flailing like a cartoon character.

Yeah, serves her right.

I briefly consider swimming over towards her before I remember Raine's warning to stay where we are when we fall off. She knows where we are, where we fell, and she's not going to run us over as long as we stay there. So I just tread water and enjoy the feeling of cool water meeting hot sun all over my body. It was a little rough to hit the water going that fast while entirely naked, but I managed, and the sting is already wearing off.

Soon enough Raine swings back around to pick me up, with Lauren already lounging on her tube again, the world's biggest smile shining on her face. "Come on, loser, get back on and let's go again!"

I slowly crawl back onto the tube, doing my best not to fall off or capsize with everyone watching us, even though Lauren is teasing me for taking too long and buzzing with anxious energy to go go go. I know her too well, I know the feelings rushing through her right now. Fuck the world, fuck land, fuck the idea of living in a house and not a house-boat. More speeding around the lake, more thrills. More. Tubing.

And so we're off again, with less preparation and less fanfare this time, but still exhilarating fun. For two kids who grew up with no money and had never done anything like this, we might as well be at Disney World. Though, we have no clue how good that would be. It's becoming increasingly evident, the more time we spend with Ms. Larson, that accepting the scholarship has been one of the best things that's ever happened to us. Not only the sexual side of things, which I'm very much enjoying, but also just the widened look at the world and what is available to us.

Right now, what that means, is that I'm laughing and cheering like a lunatic. Lauren and I bounce into each other like bumper cars, then separate and go flying out to the sides, then back together again during a turn. Every time I come close enough to Lauren to see or hear her it's immediately obvious that she's having exactly as much fun as I am.

Eventually though, after three times that we're sent flying, it ends. Not forever, obviously, but we climb back into the boat and shed our life jackets so other people can have turns having fun. Those bastards. But we allow it, in our immense generosity. Plus it gives us time to drink water and talk with Raine, Tyler, and Ms. Larson. And, of course, I get to admire Julie and Kayla's bodies as they climb onto their tubes.

"So is this all you do?" I ask Raine, carefully making my way down a couple of seats to sit closer to her.

She looks over at me and smiles wide. "Nah, I do this, but mostly I teach people how to pilot boats and planes. Ms. Larson is the only client I do this sort of thing for, and I don't do it often. Maybe twice a year?" She shrugs and looks over her shoulder to check on the people riding around behind us. "You and your sister are the new kids, huh? You enjoying it all?"

We chat for a while as everyone takes their turns on the water. Conversations flow, and we all cheer when Ms. Larson and Tyler get out the water skis and show us how silly we looked riding around on inflatable tubes when we could have been soaring across the water like gods. Waterskiing looks so much more fun, but also significantly more complicated. I can see it requiring a lot more skill and balance than just lying down and hanging on for dear life.

Then Ms. Larson takes it even further, skiing with one foot out to the side, going backwards, and other tricks. Tyler tries his hardest to keep up, but he doesn't have nearly as much experience as she does and winds up wiping out trying to transfer the handle behind his back. It's much more enjoyable to watch someone wipe out when it's not you doing it. That's something I instantly learn as I watch him flop backwards with his skis up in the air.

We rotate in and out, all of us taking turns over the next few hours until exhaustion begins to set in and no one even wants to try to ride along behind the boat. That takes energy, and we have none anymore. It's still some of the most fun I can imagine having, but there is such a concept as too much of a good thing. Ms. Larson picks up on this as well, noticing that even the previously lively conversation has died down.

"Alright, time for some relaxation? Maybe a little bit of light swimming or just laying in the sun?" Ms. Larson suggests. We all agree, and Raine takes us back to the dock. There's a few minutes where Lauren and I just wander around on the sand and remember what it's like to be on solid ground. Sand isn't really solid, but it's a hell of a lot more solid than a rocking, speedboat.

"That was far too fun for us to have never done it before," Lauren laments. "And even worse, who knows how often we'll get to do it again."

"Well," I start, looking over at her with a shrug, "I like to think that I'm gonna get a good job in film and be able to afford doing this more often. You might be fucked."

She frowns at me and kicks a bunch of sand in my direction. "Dick."

I laugh and kick sand back at her. She kicks even more in my direction, trying to win a battle of gritty attrition. And I just can't have that, I'm not gonna lose to her. So I crouch down and start shoveling sand at her. She squeaks and tackles me, throwing herself at me and pinning me to the ground. Sand immediately gets fucking everywhere as we wrestle around on the ground, our hands going for tickles rather than any sort of harmful activity.

Our little wrestling match ends up with me on top of her, one hand on her breast to keep her pinned and the other furiously tickling her ribs. Only the fact that I'm basically sitting on her waist keeps me from being pounded by her kicking legs. She wriggles under me for a few seconds longer, shrieking from the tickles, until finally she admits defeat and accepts my superiority in our battle.

"Stop stop stop!" She yelps, "You win! Let me up!" I grin for a moment, reveling in my victory, before I lean down, gently kiss her lips, then roll off of her and lay next to her in the sand. We're both panting and our hands naturally find each other and clasp.

"This is really nice," I say softly between heavy breaths.

"Yeah," she nods, turning to face me. "Boats are cool."

I laugh at that and nod. "Well yeah, but also just like... relaxation. The sun. The beach. Having friends and the option to go do stuff like this."

"With you."

"With you," I agree. "Always."

She sighs and slowly sits up, still holding my hand for a moment before letting go and brushing her hands off of sand. "They're waiting for us on the other boat."

I stand, then help her up. "They're all watching us, weirdos."

"Probably because we're being cute," Lauren says, giving a wave to the group on the pontoon. Ms. Larson waves back, then beckons us over, clearly wanting to get back out on the water.

"Are we?" I ask as we walk across the sand, brushing ourselves off to get at least most of the sand. Obviously we're not going to get entirely clean, but there's a lovely lake for that, and surely we're gonna do some swimming when we get out there.

"I think so," Lauren replies, grinning sideways at me, "Kayla probably disagrees, but I'm sure Ms. Larson is on our side."

Yeah, that's true. No one has advocated harder for Lauren and I to fuck than Ms. Larson. I'm sure she's watched almost every encounter we've had and has enjoyed herself immensely. Not as much as I've enjoyed it, but she's probably 3rd place. "She's probably the only one that matters, too," I say with a shrug. I think Kayla dislikes our relationship more because she's still upset that she and Tyler aren't together anymore. Or she thinks incest is weird, not that I can fault her for that honestly. I thought it was pretty fucking weird until I started fucking my sister, now I love it.

We join the others on the boat where only Raine is standing, and that's only because she's still actively unmooring from the dock. "About time," Kayla complains, frowning at us.

"Oh, come on, Kayla," Julie says with a little chuckle. "You know the twins don't work right until they've fooled around a bit." She winks at us. "It's like recharging their pervy little batteries."

Raine cocks her head at that. "That's uh... normal for them? They fool around together even though they're related?"

Ms. Larson nods and smiles, "They're horny things, I can confirm that. Hard to split them apart, really."

"Fuck," Raine murmurs under her breath, glancing at us as she finishes undoing the ropes and hops aboard the boat. "I guess I won't judge. Hard to deny they're both cute. I get it." She shrugs, and with one more look in our direction, heads over to the wheel to steer us out into the lake.

This boat moves a hell of a lot slower than the speedboat, but it's certainly more comfortable. A light roof canopy provides protection from the Sun, and covers almost the entirety of the floor space of the boat. It's big enough for all of us to comfortably spread out, and still have room for the coolers and extra seating. Lauren and I are lounging on a couch, sprawled out and exhausted, though still holding hands. Kayla is out tanning on the little section that isn't covered with a canopy, giving everyone a wonderful view of her naked body highlighted by the sunlight. I don't stare at her too long, Julie and Raine and Lauren are all also delightfully naked and gorgeous, not to mention Ms. Larson, who is doing her best to eclipse all of them despite still wearing a bikini. Tyler seems uninterested in the bevy of beautiful babes around him, showing once again that he has the willpower of an elder monk, or that his girlfriend is the hottest woman alive.

The conversation is muted, lazy, and wholly lacking in substance as we putter out to the center of the lake. Our exhaustion is showing, but no one wants to call it quits on the day yet. We've all technically had little dips in the water, compliments of Raine's driving and the inevitability of falling into the water that comes with watersports. Yet, somehow, the allure of just swimming around still holds us in its grasp.

We finally reach the spot Raine and Ms. Larson agreed on, and find that it is exactly as advertised on the way over: no seaweed or plants of any kind, and water clear enough to see all the way down however far it may be to the bottom of the lake here.

Almost the instant Raine tosses the anchor down, Lauren and I are leaping into the water, side by side. We've been out long enough that the cool water is a shock to us again, but we quickly get accustomed to it as Julie and Ms. Larson join us. Soon enough everyone is in the water, even Kayla stops tanning and does a picture perfect dive into the water.

I don't know how long we swim. Long enough to get it out of our systems, long enough that my limbs are heavy when I finally pull myself out of the water and flop onto the boat like I just ran a marathon. I'm exhausted, but I have just enough energy to make it to the middle of the shaded section before I collapse.

Lauren flops down next to me, roughly an arm's length away, panting as heavily as I am. Is it possible to have too much fun in one day? If so, we must be getting close to the limit. Or at least, that's what my stupid, idiot brain thinks for now.

That idea is quickly put to rest when I feel a hand gently caressing my balls. My eyes open, confirming that Lauren is still to my side, which means... Yep, Ms. Larson is kneeling between my legs, slowly fondling me.

"How tired are you?" She purrs the question as if it matters more than anything in the world.

"Not tired enough, I think," I reply softly. Beside me, Lauren slowly rolls over and lifts up onto an elbow to watch us.

"Hope I'm not making you jealous, darling," Ms. Larson smiles at Lauren.

My sister faintly smiles back, still too tired for real facial expressions. "I'm always a little jealous, but I already had him today. Besides, it's kinda hot to watch."

"Hmm," Ms. Larson muses as she plays with me. Her hand slides along my scrotum up to my cock and engulfs my flaccid member, doing a few casual pumps. "I watch the two of you quite a bit. I should join more. Or borrow just one of you, I suppose. I don't always need both twins. Even if it is that much hotter."

The sounds of the others still swimming starts to fade away, no longer relevant to my life. Was it ever? Should it have ever been when I had Ms. Larson here. She's beautiful beyond belief, red hair sticking to her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, her skin still wet from the lake. My cock slowly starts to come to life in her hand, eliciting a lovely smile from her.

"There we are..." she whispers. Ms. Larson slides forward a little until the tops of her thighs press against mine. She leans over me, still slowly stroking that practiced hand along my growing shaft. "I want you to get nice and hard for Mommy so I can ride your cock in front of everyone. Can you do that for me?" Already she's playing up the Mommy angle, reminding me that while she is in charge, she does it from a place of love and affection. And I think it's genuine. She's never shown anything other than care and love for my sister and I, or any of us who live at her house for that matter.

"Yes," I whisper back. She kisses me then, as if she was waiting for that response before continuing. Her tongue slips into my mouth and pushes deep while she strokes me. Up and down, slowly rotating her hand as she slides along my shaft. Expertly working to bring me to full mast. But it's slow, taking more time than usual due to how tired I am.

"Hmmm," she muses, pulling back from the kiss. "Having trouble, baby?" she asks.

"Just tired, I think," I reply softly, craning my head up to kiss her again, but she's already moving away even further. Back, back until she's kneeling between my legs again. One hand stays on my shaft but the other drops lower. Fingers dance across my balls until she's past them and then... the little pressure. I gasp and my hips arch but she easily holds me in place. Hard to go anywhere with that hand on my cock.

"It's ok baby... Mommy's got you," she whispers. I meet her eyes and she smiles sweetly as she pushes a finger into my ass. I groan and Lauren gasps, two simultaneous reactions to the same thing. One a physical reaction, and the other a purely psychological response to the same sexual moment. She pushes deeper into my tight ass, probing and searching until she curls and presses against my prostate. I jump, at least as much as I can, and a squeal escapes my mouth. "There it is," she giggles, uncurling her finger to give me relief before pressing again.

Each little press is a jolt of pleasure that shoots up to the tip of my cock and makes me squirm. I can't go anywhere, so I just writhe in her grip, my cock very quickly reaching its maximum size - a throbbing rod of desire. "Oh my god," I moan. "Fuck that feels so good."

"I know, I love how much you melt for a finger in your ass. Are you sure you don't want Mommy to get a strap-on and show you just how good this could be for you?" she teases me, pressing against my spot and continuing to stimulate it while I moan and whimper. She doesn't let up until I manage to gasp out an answer.

"No... not... not yet..." I say. She sighs and nods.

"That's ok, sweetheart. I'm more interested in having you inside of me anyway." With that, she pulls her finger out of my ass, making me exhale with the sudden empty feeling, then spits on my cock. Her hand quickly spreads the saliva around my shaft and head, mixing in with the rest of the water already coating me, and then she rises up and pushes herself forward, still holding my cock. "Ready?" She teases, looking down into my eyes. I nod, and before I've ever finished the motion she lowers herself down onto me.

That first moment of being inside of her is heavenly, like it always is. She's tight, but wet enough that she takes me easily, with only a moment of hesitation as my head pushes into her. And then she drops down into my lap, her lips meeting the base of my cock.

Our moans mingle, and I look down along my body to where she rests, bikini bottom pulled slightly to the side so only a hint of her red pubic hair pokes out. Her hips gyrate on top of me, grinding her clit against me and ever so slightly sliding me in and out of her. Even that little bit of stimulation is enough to make me tingle with pleasure. After a moment of getting herself situated, Ms. Larson reaches back, undoes the tie on her bikini top, and tosses it aside, revealing her tits to me and everyone else who may be looking. They are, as always, breathtaking. The kind of breasts that belong in magazines or museums. Her nipples are already hard and poking out away from her breasts, begging to be touched or sucked.

I reach up and cup her tits with shaking hands, the sensations of her writhing on top of my cock already flooding my body and taking over. Thumb and index finger on each hand curl over and start to gently roll her nipples back and forth. Ms. Larson sighs happily, letting me play with her for now. "Mmm, that's a good boy," she moans, "little harder..."

I do as I'm told, not wanting to disappoint her in any way. So I pinch and pull, eliciting an erotic growl from Ms. Larson that eggs me on even further. Just under the growl, however, I faintly hear Lauren gasp, and turn my head slightly to see her happily masturbating while she watches us, one hand between her legs sliding up and down along the folds of her pussy. I only get a glimpse of my sister enjoying herself before I feel Ms. Larson's strong grip on my jaw. She forcibly turns my head until I'm facing her again.

"Eyes on me, baby. Give me all of your attention."

I nod, "I'm sorry, I just..."

She cuts me off with a gentle slap on my cheek. "Don't apologize, just suck Mommy's tits." She pushes my hands down away from her chest, puts a hand around the back of my head, and pulls my face to her chest. While I open my mouth and begin to dutifully and eagerly suck, she starts to bounce in my lap.

She's entirely in control of the situation--the only agency I have is in how aggressively to suck her tits--and she uses her power to the fullest extent, starting slow but very quickly abandoning that. Her body rises and falls on top of me, each drop sending my cock deep into her. If this were the first time, all those months ago, I would have already cum. Thankfully I've had months of daily sex to help me build up stamina. Even with that, however, Ms. Larson's pussy molds around my cock, tight as can be. She even squeezes on my shaft as she slides up and down on me, a vice around my member.

I groan into her chest and she presses my head harder against her, silently shushing me. It barely works though, she's rising up until only the head of my cock is inside of her and then dropping back down onto me in one swift motion. Each drop makes me gasp, makes my body shudder with pleasure, and makes me suck more fervently on her nipple.

At one point she stops, I'm not sure how long we've been going before she pauses, breathing heavily, and looks to the side. I decide to risk another slap and turn to follow her gaze. My jaw drops and her nipple falls out of my mouth, both of us staring in interest at the sight of Julie kneeling down next to us. She has Lauren's legs up over her shoulders and her mouth firmly pressed against my sister's cunt. Lauren's shoulders are on a cushion they pulled down from one of the couch things, and she's looking up her body to lock eyes with Julie. They may be focused on each other, but not enough to stop Lauren from reaching out one hand towards me. I gently take it in mine, our fingers intertwine, and I hold her hand as we both fuck.

"She looks good getting her pussy eaten," Ms. Larson remarks quietly, still just sitting on my cock.

"Yeah," I reply with a grin, "but I think she looks good doing everything."

She rolls her eyes and pushes my head back down. "You're adorable," she says, starting up her rhythmic fucking again, "it's almost gross. But you're lucky I think you two are cute."

"Very... fuck... very lucky," I gasp. She's riding me hard now, sliding up and down along my cock with an expertise that threatens to end this encounter with each and every sloppy slap down into my lap. "Ms. Larson--" I cut off with another grunt of pleasure as my mind needs a moment to reset. I'm holding off from cumming but that's becoming increasingly difficult with every movement she makes. "I'm... I'm gonna cum soon."

She instantly stops riding me so hard and settles back down, slowly gyrating her hips. It still feels absurdly good, don't get me wrong, but the immediate need to cum has retreated. "We can't have that, baby," she coos, "I need you to last at least until I cum. So we're going to take it nice and slow for a bit."

I nod and lay back on the deck, resigned to putting almost all of my mental capacity towards lasting. Ms. Larson is unlikely to mete out any sort of real punishment if I cum early, but I'm still not a fan of disappointing her. I watch her untie her bikini bottoms, finally, and toss them over with her top. There it is, that beautiful pussy. She is a goddess, as I'm reminded again, and I stare at her fully nude body wondering what sort of unholy bargain I accidentally made to find myself in this situation.

My thoughts are interrupted by another voice. An accented voice. "Hell of a view." Raine is dripping water down just a foot or so from me. I look up and get a lovely upside down view directly up her body, including her tight slit of a pussy and glistening wet tits.

"Him or me?" Ms. Larson asks with a giggle.

"Both," Raine admits, "but honestly I mostly meant him. Grower, not a shower, ain't he?" It's a little funny what makes me blush now. Getting my dick ridden in front of a bunch of people? Not a problem. Raine commenting on the size of my penis, even off-handedly and in a joking manner? Instant blush.

"Oh yeah, he fucks like a little champion though," Ms. Larson leans forward and trails a finger down my chest, making me shiver. She looks up at Raine and grins while she wiggles around on top of me. "He also eats pussy like it's his favorite thing." She waggles her eyebrows suggestively at that.

"Fuck!" Lauren screams, cumming loudly. Her body shakes and she nearly breaks my hand, but soon enough she collapses and looks over at us, exhausted. "I uh... yeah. He's fantastic."

Julie pulls her mouth away from Lauren's pussy and nods to Raine even as she casually wipes her lips with the back of her hand. "I can attest to that, kid is great with his mouth!"

"Alright, alright!" Raine laughs, still standing above me, looking down into my eyes now. "Well, Joe, are you up for eating me out? I'll admit I've gotten pretty worked up watching Hayley fuck you."

I grin at her and nod. "Happily."

She smiles back to me, and then kneels down over me, lowering herself until her face is level with Ms. Larson's, and her pussy is pressed against my lips. I open my mouth, my tongue snaking out, and penetrate her slit, sliding into her and tasting the sweetness waiting within. She first gasps, and then moans with excitement as I get to work. Her hands come down and grasp at my chest, holding on to my chest hair. At the same time, Ms. Larson's hands land on the bottom of my ribs.

They begin to rock back and forth on top on me, at first in their own tempos which is a little difficult to keep up with before they wordlessly agree on a tempo. Lauren's hand leaves mine, and while I'm curious where she went, I'm a little occupied at the moment and am unable to follow up on that curiosity. Instead, I'm just being ridden in two places; Ms. Larson is happily gyrating on my cock while Raine rocks her hips back and forth, basically just using my tongue as a sex toy. I still do what I can there, pressing on her clit and cupping it while she slides back and forth.

The combined moans are a beautiful symphony, and I lose myself in the noise and the sensations rolling through my body. Ms. Larson starts to bounce faster, more aggressively, sliding up my cock before slamming back down into my lap. Again and again and again and... It feels too good. This isn't my first threesome, but it's my first where I have zero control over what's happening to me. In order to grab some semblance of stability, I bring my hands up and grip onto Raine's thighs, feeling the corded muscle there. She responds by clenching her legs, tightening around my head, pressing down and giving me some lovely --if overly tight-- earmuffs.

"Yeesss," she grunts, "Too fuckin' right, he's working some magic." I'm barely doing anything, but happy to take the compliment. She decides to change that though, shifting forward and stopping her rocking to allow me to push my tongue into and begin licking her out. My tongue slips around the walls of her cunt, searching and teasing and toying until I plunge deeper and I find her spot.

Raine digs her nails into my chest as she shrieks in pleasure. "Fuck!" She screams, the sound carrying out across the lake. She presses down harder, needing her release even if it comes at the cost of suffocating me. To be fair though, I'm not going to complain about being smothered like this.

Ms. Larson seems to take some of that energy into herself, riding me faster and harder. It's almost like she's in competition with Raine for who can cum first. My mind is going fuzzy with pleasure, I can barely think anymore, barely form anything resembling a thought. It's all just licking and thrusting and holding back from cumming.

Finally there is relief. Not true release, not yet, but Raine lets out another primal shout and falls back, twitching as she cums hard. I gasp for breath, but it's drowned out by Raine's voice. "Fucking hell, fuck yeah that's good!" She laughs then, as if an orgasm that strong broke her a little.

"My turn then, baby," Ms. Larson hisses, reaching out and taking my hand in hers, then dragging it to her pussy. I know what she wants, as she rides me more insistently. My thumb presses against her clit and begins to circle, pushing against it enough to provide some pressure while not hurting. I've done this enough for her that it's second nature, I know just how to press, just how to circle, just how to thrust up into her to meet her with every motion.

Unfortunately though, I cum before her. She has dragged this out and teased and toyed with me long enough that any hopes of holding on longer disappear. Ms. Larson feels too good, she's too skilled, and I start with a groan that quickly turns into a whimper as I flood her pussy with cum. She continues riding me, even though I'm spasming under her and my hand isn't working her clit quite as well as it was. Thankfully though, it's enough to finish her off. Only fifteen seconds after I finish spewing cum into her, she tightens up, screams, and cums all over my lap. I feel her juices flowing over my body as she sits on me for a few moments, panting hard.

After a few seconds she turns her head and looks at Lauren. I had forgotten my sister was there, but she's laying to the side, happily watching. Her face is messy, and it looks like at some point she ate Julie out as well, but she's currently unoccupied. "Lay down," Ms. Larson says. Lauren obeys instantly, and Ms. Larson slowly pushes herself off of me, then quickly crawls over to my sister before planting her pussy right on Lauren's mouth. "I need you to clean all your brother's cum out of me baby." Lauren moans happily and begins to lick at our matriarch's pussy, sloppily and greedily cleaning my thick load from the walls of her cunt.

Ms. Larson just stares at me while Lauren eats her out, grinning as she completes her complicated incestous cum-eating plot. I'm not going to complain. I just lay back, and enjoy the sight and the sun.

God, I love the lake.