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Family Fun at the Lake House

It was a family tradition that each Summer all of the members of my family from within 100 miles would come each Sunday to the family property at the lake near the town where my grandmother lived. She was the matriarch of our family, a very wealthy one, and pretty much whatever she said was law in the family.

So, for as long as she was alive, everyone in the family went to great lengths to keep her happy. One of the things that pleased Grandmother greatly was to have a weekly gathering of her family for Sunday dinners up at the family property on the lake, where we would swim, cook and eat before heading home. It was always an all-day affair and the only way out of this tradition was if it was raining at the lake, which happened pretty rarely.

I remember one Summer, not so long ago, when my brother, Peter and I went up to the lake house on Saturday to prepare for the arrival of everyone else in the family on Sunday. It had been a beautifully sunny day, but a cooler one than was usual, with big puffy white clouds spaced steadily throughout the deep blue sky. The next day came and was the exact opposite of the beautiful day we’d had before. Dark grey clouds billowed across the sky and rain battered the otherwise calm surface of the lake until the only road back to civilization was totally flooded. No one would be coming to dinner that day and Peter and I found ourselves completely alone as we tried to stay dry inside of the lake house. Thunder rolled angrily across the lake and lightning flashed across the dark sky as day gave way to night.

 

 

I was terrified of storms and had been all of my life. As children, I would sneak into Peter’s bedroom and hide under the covers with him during thunder storms and as we prepared for bed that evening, I found myself asking Peter if I could sleep with him that night as the storm raged on ceaselessly. Peter pulled back the covers of his bed, inviting me to join him with that silent gesture. I quickly crawled into bed with him and huddled closely to his warm body as he closed the covers over me. He began to rub my shoulder and my back, shushing me and calming me. Being preoccupied with the storm, I didn’t immediately notice it as Peter’s hand trailed further and further down my back and closer to my ass with each stroke of his hand. When I did finally notice it, it was because I suddenly felt a hardness pressing lightly against my ass and I realized that Peter had a hard on for me. I turned over to face him and ask him what he was thinking when he suddenly just covered my mouth with his. He wrapped his arm around my slender waist and pulled me so close to him that I could feel his need for me beyond what any words could have communicated.

My first instinct was to pull away from him, and I tried! But Peter’s grip around my waist was an iron one and soon, I found myself relaxing into it, relaxing into him. I felt his arm move off of my waist and I reached up to hold his face in my hands, desperate for his kiss to continue. I could feel him opening up his robe and I looked down at him only to discover that he was naked under it. I was wearing nothing but a pair of lacy panties and one of Peter’s old shirts and soon, Peter was pulling the shirt off of me.

He rolled me onto my back as he took my hard nipples into his mouth, first one, and then the other as he squeezed and massaged my tits in his large, strong hands. I could feel the head of his rock hard cock resting just outside of my pussy lips and my legs instinctively opened for him. Peter instantly took his cock in his hand and began to rub teasingly up and down my inner pussy lips, all around my hard little clit and finally, finally, into my tight, wet pussy hole. Peter’s thrusts inside of my body were hard, long and deep, but slow as he pulled back out of me before thrusting inside of me again. Each time he pushed into me, my entire body shook beneath him because of the force of his thrusts; and I loved him for it!

My legs locked together behind his ass and my arms curled up under his to grab his shoulders for leverage as I moved my hips to meet his movements into me. As the cold rain pounded on the roof outside, our hot bodies pounded into one another, finding a rhythm and wildness of our own. Peter brought his face back down to my nipple again as he fucked me, sucking it like it was his only path to oxygen. He clung to me with incredible strength and control as I kissed his neck and earlobes, breathing hot and heavy into his ear as he pumped inside of my pussy like a piston. Just as I was starting to feel my pussy muscles convulse orgasmically around his cock, Peter shot the hottest load of cum I had ever felt into my body. I screamed in ecstasy, which only made Peter thrust into me even harder and more slowly, until he pulled out of me altogether and rolled onto his back on the bed.

My passion was still a raging fire within me, so I rolled on top of him and immediately began to take his cum covered cock into my mouth, cleaning it for him and tasting the wonderful blend of both of our juices across my swirling tongue. He stroked my hair as I sucked his cock and balls for him. He stroked my face and told me I was the best piece of ass he had ever had. That just made me suck his cock even harder until he shot a fresh load of cum down my eager throat.

That became the first of many Saturdays that the two of us shared at the lake house. Everyone always assumed we were there to get things ready for their arrival, but we knew that we were there to push every sexual boundary we could uncover together. If you have a hot story to share, or you just want to have some really good phone sex, call me and I’ll show you just how hot things can get!

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