The three lovers reunite in Germany
[This chapter continues the main story of Sam, Nina and Anya. It sets the scene for the Berlin chapter, which will be much longer and have more action. All characters involved in sexual situations are over 18.]
Sam liked to think of himself as someone who appreciated the finer things in life. Despite growing up in a wealthy f****y, he'd always thought that money was no substitute for simple, timeless pleasures. A sunny day on the beach, the sound of waves crashing on the shore, relaxing after a hard day's work... And, of course, waking up in bed between two gorgeous naked girls after a night of wild sex.
He lay there and luxuriated in the morning sunshine as Nina and Monica dozed beside him. He'd kept his promise to call Monica; they'd met up a few times in the week since the house party. He'd become very fond of her bubbly personality, not to mention her perky tits and superb talent for sucking cock. Still, he hadn't been sure if she'd be willing to join in with him and his s****r – until he'd come home the day before and found the two girls making out in the summerhouse. It turned out Nina had seduced Monica as soon as she heard that Sam was fucking her. It wasn't the first time she'd taken one of Sam's girlfriends as her own, and it wasn't likely to be the last.
Sam was always pleasantly surprised how many of the local girls were willing to join in his and Nina's secret affair, but he also knew from bitter experience that he couldn't take such acceptance for granted. So he'd been relieved when Monica acknowledged their i****t without batting an eyelid ("If I had a b*****r as hot as you, I'd be fucking him too," she'd joked). With the house to themselves once again, the three of them had spent a glorious night pleasuring one another, moving from the summerhouse to the garden to the lounge, and finally back to Sam's room.
It had been a joyous blur of an evening, but a few delicious memories stood out in particular for Sam. Monica's silky-smooth pussy taking the full length of his cock as they fucked in a rough doggy-style, her cute little breasts bouncing up and down with their rhythm. Nina lying on the couch with her legs splayed, squealing in orgasmic delight with Monica lapping Sam's come from her freshly-fucked vulva. Both girls kneeling to go down on him, their warm tongues dancing over his cock, no doubt tasting their own pussy juices on the shaft. The mere memory of that heavenly blowjob duet was enough to make him rock-hard under the covers.
Pleasant as it would have been to laze in bed with the two girls all day, Sam knew he had a busy day ahead of him. It had been tricky to organise at short notice, and it had taken up a lot of the money he'd saved for his pre-university holidays, but he and Nina had finally booked their trip to Germany. Their flight to Munich was scheduled for the late afternoon. By sundown, they would be reunited with Anya.
They planned to spend one night in Munich, catching up with their aunt and uncle and plethora of cousins. Then he, Nina and Anya were going to Berlin, where they had booked a hotel room for seven days. Sam smiled to himself as he pictured the week ahead – a bit of sightseeing, maybe some clubbing and bar-hopping, and hours and hours of intense, uninhibited sex with the two girls he loved best. Monica was hot, but nothing could compare to threesomes with Nina and Anya.
He nudged the sl**ping girls awake. Monica groaned in quiet protest, while Nina simply stretched in that catlike way of hers and kissed Sam on the cheek, letting her exquisite breasts push against him. Her long blonde hair was sexily unkempt from the night before. "Morning," she said with sl**py cheerfulness. "I had a dream about you."
"Really? What was I doing?"
"Her, mostly." She nodded at Monica, who was now sitting up in bed and rubbing the sl**p from her eyes. "I got quite jealous."
"I think you got a fair bit of attention yourself, s*s," he replied lecherously. "And Monica deserved to be centre stage, it's her first time with us."
"It better not be the last," Monica drawled, looking over at the siblings and smiling with undisguised lust. She wasn't quite as beautiful as Nina, but she was very easy on the eye – petite and blue-eyed with a cute button nose and long, wavy brown hair. Her breasts were smallish but firm and perfectly-formed, blemished only by a light s**tter of freckles. Her hand moved under the covers and found Sam's hard cock, grasping it gently.
"Oh, no, I can see you're going to be a regular visitor," Nina laughed. Sam grunted happily as Monica stroked him under the bedclothes, then felt Nina's delicate hand join Monica's. They both rubbed and squeezed his cock, cuddling up close to him to kiss his face and neck. As morning pick-me-ups went, it was probably one of the all-time greats. He put his arms around them and kissed them both in gratitude.
"I wish you two weren't going today," Monica pouted, still fondling Sam. "I want to stay with you. Can't your German girl wait a bit?"
"Flight's booked now. And she's been waiting too long already," Sam said apologetically.
"Well...can I at least stay for breakfast?"
"I'd be insulted if you didn't," he replied, kissing her on the lips, then reaching up to squeeze one of her lovely little tits. Monica grinned as she let go of his cock and lay back on the bed, letting him pull away the covers and move on top of her. Nina leaned back and watched them with amusement.
"You don't waste time, do you, big b*****r?" she observed.
Sam didn't reply, he was too busy kissing Monica. Her legs were spread wide, and as he crouched down over her, the head of his erection stroked her warm thigh. Then he felt the soft fuzz of her pubic hair, and then the warm, engorged outer lips of her cunt. He guided himself inside her with a long groan of pleasure that she echoed beneath him. Nina, who was watching intently, slipped a hand between her own legs and began playing with herself.
Monica was even tighter than Nina, and was pleasantly responsive in the eager motion of her hips and thighs, using him even as he used her. It was a lazy morning fuck rather than the bed-thrashing marathons he usually had with Nina, but no less pleasant for all that. She came twice, moaning and squealing as the wet heat of her pussy pulsed around his shaft. Sam pulled out of her a moment before his own orgasm and finished triumphantly on her breasts, covering them in white torrents. More of his come spurted onto her belly and thighs as his climax ran its course. Nina, who had been masturbating with rising urgency the whole time, came a moment later.
Sam rolled off Monica, and they relaxed on the bed, sighing with contentment. Lying beside them, Nina glanced in the direction of Monica's come-splattered breasts, then gave her b*****r a faux-resentful look.
"You never do that to me," she said huffily, and then they all began laughing.
The three of them got up and showered together. As was often the case for Sam and Nina, soaping one another down turned into eager foreplay, and then gave way to noisy sex under the running water. It was a tight fit, all three of them in the shower cubicle, but the proximity of their bodies just heightened their arousal. Sam had Monica again, then gave his s****r her good-morning fuck, taking her up against the wall the way he knew she liked it. Finally, after a pleasant naked breakfast, Monica reluctantly headed off back home, and the siblings packed their suitcases for Germany.
As he piled in his clothes, electronics and toiletries, Sam noticed to his delight that Nina was bringing her tantalisingly revealing red dress, the same one she'd worn at the house party. "That's gonna cause a stir in Berlin," he told her, with a lecherous smile.
"I hope Anni likes it," Nina replied. "Although we probably won't be wearing clothes much this holiday, except for going out."
"Maybe we can find a nudist bar," Sam chuckled. "Two birds, one stone."
They ate a quick lunch, then loaded their luggage into Sam's silver-grey station wagon and locked up the house. Nina sat beside Sam in the front of the car, briefly checking her makeup in the rearview mirror. "Ready to see Anni again?" she asked him brightly as he keyed the ignition.
"Germany, here we come," he replied, easing the car down the sloping driveway towards the main road. The afternoon sun was fiercely bright in the cloudless sky, and the lush trees lining the road glowed in vivid shades of green and yellow. Summer was drawing to a close now, but the weather was still divine by the Mediterranean.
As they drove through the hilly countryside on the edge of their town, Nina decided to make things difficult for Sam. With exaggerated casualness, she reached over and laid one of her small hands on his crotch. He glanced over at her in surprise as she lightly gripped his manhood through his trousers. "Nina-" he protested.
"Eyes on the road, big b*****r," she scolded, even as she slid her hand under the trouser fabric. Sam kept his hands on the steering wheel and tried to focus on the traffic, but he could already feel his erection rising.
He made it about five more miles before the teasing became unbearable. Nina's hand was moving deftly under his trousers, her elegant fingers stroking and squeezing his cock. She smiled at him wickedly. He grunted with uncomfortable arousal as his erection strained the fabric.
"You're hard as a rock, Sam," Nina smirked. "I thought you might still be tired out from Monica."
"Please, s*s, give it a rest. I'm driving."
"Pull over, then. The flight isn't for four hours. We've got plenty of time."
"People will see."
"Not around here. We're miles from town." She looked at him with an expectant smile. Her hand was still moving under his trousers.
"You're impossible," Sam said wearily. Nina stuck out her tongue at him in response and grinned.
Sam knew he shouldn't give in so easily. But they wouldn't have the chance at the airport or on the flight, and they'd have to be modest around Anya's f****y before they headed to Berlin. Resignedly, he found a stony tree-lined path branching off from the main road – a driveway leading to one of the hillside vineyards – and turned onto it, parking the car in the shade of a large, leafy plane tree. Wide sunlit fields stretched green and fertile on either side. Sam glanced back at the main road, checking to see that no other cars had followed them.
Nina leaned over and kissed Sam passionately as she quickly unbuttoned his trousers. His cock was hugely erect; Nina's hand clutched it again and jerked it with quick, eager pumps, making him groan with pleasure. Pre-come trickled from the tip onto Nina's fingers. Sam reached under the thin lace of his s****r's blouse to touch her breasts. The two of them kept on kissing, tongues snaking together as they explored each other's mouths.
Nina pulled away and swiftly lifted off her blouse, smiling at Sam's obvious delight as her high tanned breasts bounced free. Sam squeezed them and began kissing the warm, firm flesh. He licked her prominent nipples, making her sigh happily as his tongue made gentle circles over her dark red areolae. One of her hands stroked through his sandy blond hair while her other grasped his throbbing cock.
Finally, Nina got up from her seat and manoeuvred herself onto her b*****r's lap, straddling him so she was facing him, with her back against the steering wheel. It was hardly a comfortable position, but neither of them cared, their hands still moving restlessly over each other's bodies. She kissed him again, quick and light on the lips, before daintily lifting the hem of her blue skirt. She was naked underneath it, the budded pink slit of her cunt clearly wet already. Sam shuddered with arousal as his s****r stroked her smooth warm vulva slowly and provocatively against his cock. The feeling was both wonderful and infuriating. He wanted to be inside her so badly it almost hurt.
"Jesus, Nina," he said, his breath coming quick and harsh with desire. He felt the wet warmth of her labia brush his cock again. "Don't do that, just-"
With a quick, sudden motion, Nina lifted herself up and then sank down onto Sam's erection. Her vagina enveloped him, hot and tight and slippery-wet. Sam could never get tired of that feeling, the perfect warmth of it, the way the walls of Nina's pussy pulsed and throbbed around his cock. He gasped with sudden joy and clutched Nina's breasts, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. The two of them kissed once more, and then Nina began to ride Sam, moving up and down on him with soft happy moans.
Nina placed her hands on Sam's broad shoulders and held on tight as she rode him faster and faster. Sam, meanwhile, grasped his s****r's slender bare midriff and eagerly nuzzled her breasts and neck. Despite the cramped awkwardness of the driver's seat, with the steering wheel forcing Nina forward, she still managed to keep up a pleasurable rhythm upon him. Sam was used to being the one on top, the one setting the pace; he was glad that Nina had taken the initiative this time. Her superb breasts heaved in his face as she hissed and squealed with pleasure.
To his astonishment, Sam could feel himself getting close to climax already. Nina was so tight, the warm wet grip of her cunt around his cock was pure ecstasy, but it had only been a few minutes. He couldn't come inside her yet – he hadn't even brought her to orgasm! Where was his much-vaunted self-control? She was moving on him at a furious pace, her eyes closed, gasping his name as he clutched her breasts. The car windows were still open, and anyone passing by would surely hear her passionate moans.
Sam was on the edge of orgasm, hating himself for his weakness, when Nina came in a sudden rush. The familiar surge of her wetness on Sam's cock was too much for him, and he finished inside her, cursing heartily and clutching her close to his chest. His semen jetted up into her as she shuddered and moaned against him.
They were still locked in that position, Nina straddling Sam as he held her tightly and gazed into her eyes, when another car drove up the stony road. Sam flinched and looked sharply round as he heard its tyres crunch over the loose gravel. It was a shiny blue hatchback, and its driver was a short, prim-looking woman in her fifties or sixties. As she drove past, the woman glanced through her window at the siblings. Her eyes bugged in shock and outrage when she saw Nina's naked breasts. She wound her window down and shouted in a thin reedy voice, "Harlot! You should be ashamed!"
Sam was speechless with embarrassment, but Nina simply turned and flashed the woman a dazzling smile – and a better view of her tits. "No, actually, I'm quite proud of them," she called cheerfully.
The woman drove off, visibly fuming and muttering to herself. Sam watched the blue hatchback recede into the distance, then glanced back at his topless s****r. She was still straddling his cock, and her lovely face was flushed red from her orgasm. The air in the car was full of the familiar scent of sex.
"Did you see the look on her face?" Nina whispered with a conspiratorial smile. There was a momentary silence, and then they both burst out in peals of laughter, which gave way to a long, sweet, breathless kiss. Sam's cock, though softening now, was still thrust up inside Nina's pussy, and he revelled in her soft warmth. When she finally eased herself off him and clambered back into her seat, he felt almost petulant with disappointment.
"That was nice," Nina said happily, when she had pulled her blouse back on and rearranged her creased skirt. "I needed that."
"God, me too. You were right to pull us over." It was true, he had needed it, even after having Monica in the morning. Sam sometimes wondered if he and Nina were both genuine sex addicts, needing their fix on a constant basis.
"Teach you to question me, big b*****r. I always know best." Nina laughed her lovely summery laugh. "Now let's get back on the road, I want to get Anya something at the duty-free."
"Um, you're still not wearing anything under that skirt, babe."
"Is that a problem for you, Sam?"
"No, but...we're going to be in public. And then on the plane. Someone might see."
"And your point would be?" Nina's grin was thoroughly naughty.
Sam just laughed, shaking his head in wonderment. His s****r really was impossible sometimes.
The rest of the drive was fairly civilised, although Sam was acutely aware that his semen was still trickling out of Nina's cunt. They drove in contented silence as the lush green countryside whooshed by on either side. Finally, the curving glass and steel silhouette of the airport appeared on the horizon, looking for all the world like an alien spacecraft that had landed amid the placid greenery of the Mediterranean coast.
For a regional airport, it was irritatingly crowded, and they had to wait in line for ages to check in their luggage. All the while, Sam was worried that someone would notice that Nina was naked under her skirt. She went to the bathroom at one point to clean the last traces of his come from her vulva, but she still refused to put on underwear. Though he loved his s****r's exhibitionism, Sam couldn't help but think she sometimes did it just to annoy him.
When they were through security, Nina made a beeline for the duty-free shops to get some fancy perfume for Anya and new clothes for the younger cousins. Sam bought a bottle of fine Scotch for Anya's father, who he knew was something of a whiskey connoisseur, and a necklace for her mother. He'd always been fond of his uncle and aunt, and considering that he was going to spend a week fucking their beloved daughter till she came screaming, it seemed appropriate to bring them a gift.
Nina's usual good cheer seemed a little subdued when they took their seats on the plane. She'd always been a nervous flier, even on short-haul trips like this. There was a hint of fear in her beautiful green eyes as the jet engines spun up with a rising roar. The takeoff was smooth, but Nina still clutched the armrest tightly and took a deep, trembling breath as the runway fell away beneath them. Sam noticed, and patted her hand reassuringly. "It'll be fine, s*s," he told her. Her answering smile was so full of love and gratitude that it made his heart ache.
"I wonder if Anya's been getting laid," Nina murmured when the plane finally levelled out. "She's always shy about telling me when I message her."
"Well, come on, you know how hot she is. I bet the guys in Germany are lining up around the block to fuck her."
"I don't think she's that confident. She never wanted to do it with anyone but us when she visited."
"Would you be jealous, if she was having sex without us?" Sam smirked.
"A bit," Nina admitted. "I guess I've been thinking of her as our little secret. Though if she has some sexy German friends who want to join in..."
Sam had a fleeting vision of Anya making out naked with a pair of busty Aryan girls. "That'd be a nice surprise," he said. "Man, I can't wait to see her."
He had the window seat, and he gazed out at the shoals of sunlit clouds that swept by beneath the plane. The countryside far below was a vivid patchwork of green and yellow. On the distant horizon, the sun starting to set, painting the cloudtops a hundred glorious shades of pink and orange. Another ascending jet glinted silver and white in the distance. Germany was just a couple of hours away.
Truth be told, Sam had his own reasons for wanting to see Anya again. He loved Anya just as much as Nina did, and he fully intended to fuck her like a wild a****l in Berlin, but there was something he needed to discuss with her – something he couldn't tell his s****r about.
He had made love to Anya so many times during her visit, and he'd never used protection with her. Every day, he thought back on those wonderful moments when he'd let his semen spurt into her perfect tight pussy. She'd been on the pill like Nina for most of the holiday – but not for the first few passionate days, when they'd all been so intensely horny that such considerations had been far from their minds. The pills weren't foolproof, especially if they weren't taken until some days after sex. Anya was young, fertile and a member of an unquestionably fecund f****y. There was at least some chance that she was now pregnant with Sam's c***d.
It had only been a month and a half since he'd last seen her; not enough time for it to be obvious whether she was pregnant or not. She might have no idea that it was even a possibility. He hadn't been able to discuss it with her over the phone, as Nina was always listening in when they talked. Besides, he didn't want to broach the subject from afar, and frighten Anya when he couldn't be there to comfort her. He'd have to find a chance to talk to her alone in Germany.
The idea of beautiful little Anya pregnant was certainly arousing, but Sam was no fool. A baby would be huge trouble for them. They were all still too young – Anya had only turned eighteen a few months ago – and they had their university years right ahead of them. It would be difficult enough to raise a c***d even if they didn't live in different countries. Of course, their families could take care of it, but Sam shuddered to think what his status-obsessed mother would say if she found out she had an i****tuous bastard grandc***d. Anya's parents, meanwhile, were conservative and God-fearing, and would no doubt be enraged if their supposedly virgin daughter became pregnant. And Nina...
Sam glanced over at his s****r, who was still looking a little nervous. She flinched slightly in her seat every time the plane gave a jolt, and he reached over once again to reassure her. They smiled at one another, but Sam felt a pang of guilt. He didn't know how Nina would react if Anya became pregnant. She'd promised him that she would give him a c***d when they were finished at university. She might be delighted to have a niece or nephew, but she might equally be jealous and heartbroken, thinking that Sam had lost patience and abandoned her for Anya. If there was indeed a baby, he'd have to tell Nina eventually, but he reckoned it was best not to mention the issue until he'd properly talked it over with Anya.
Sam watched the sky outside bleed pink and red as the sun sank below the clouds. It was a magnificent sight, but he couldn't stop thinking about Anya. Everything might be fine – her pills might have worked despite being taken so late. But there was no way to be sure until she took a pregnancy test. Just convincing her to do that would be hard enough. And if she was pregnant after all, God knew what they would do.
Anya sat in the back of her parents' car and watched the streetlights blur past as her father drove them through Munich. The sun was setting over the rooftops while grey clouds gathered overhead. In the front of the car, Anya's mother and father were discussing the traffic and the possibility of rain. She didn't pay any attention. There was a bloom of nervous excitement in her belly as she saw the roadsigns that pointed to the airport. In just a little while, she would be reunited with her two lovers, and the best days of her young life would resume.
It had been less than two months since she had left their splendid home by the Mediterranean, but it already felt like years. Munich was a dull grey purgatory compared to the wonderful, carefree life she'd enjoyed with Sam and Nina. Looking back on it, it had been pure heaven. Those sweltering days on the beach, the sweet hours spent lazing in the lovely garden...and night after night of intense, passionate, i****tuous sex with her beautiful cousins.
She'd left in tears, fearing that she wouldn't have another chance to see them before they went off to their American universities. They'd phoned, and messaged, and given her a couple of delightfully explicit video calls, but all that just served to heighten her yearning for them. So when they'd called a week ago to say that they were booking flights to Germany and were going to take her to Berlin, she'd been too happy for words. Her parents, for their part, were delighted that their favourite niece and nephew were coming to visit, and were only too happy to help them find a decent Berlin hotel. "The capital can be a little rough, Anni. Those two will keep you out of trouble," her father had said.
Now the airport was just minutes away, and Anya knew her cousins' flight would be landing within the hour. The anticipation was making her positively agitated. For the fourth or fifth time that evening, she took out her smartphone and flicked through its photo library. She glanced nervously around to make sure her parents weren't looking before finding the album she wanted.
A week or so ago, when she was feeling especially horny, she had plucked up the courage to send her cousins a photo of her vagina. She'd shyly asked Nina for a few pictures of her and Sam in return, and the older girl had been only too happy to oblige. She'd sent a dozen of them, all in lavish high-definition, and all so thoroughly indecent that Anya was a little frightened even to have them on her phone. Even now, with her mother and father a few feet away, she felt a growing dampness between her thighs as she browsed the photos.
The first photo was a full-frontal mirror shot of Sam and Nina posing naked together. Their superb bodies gleamed with sweat, and their smiling faces were pink with exertion – they'd obviously just had sex. The next photo was even more explicit – Nina's beautiful, glistening-wet vagina filled the frame, overflowing with her b*****r's fresh semen. Then came a picture of Sam's magnificent cock, huge and thick and engorged, clearly still wet from being inside his s****r. The mere sight of it was enough to make Anya remember, in glorious detail, how it had felt to have its full throbbing length thrust up inside her.
Even better, and more infuriatingly arousing, were the action shots of the siblings mid-coitus; someone else, probably one of Sam's various girlfriends, had taken them. Here, Nina's gorgeous face was frozen in a cry of joy as Sam fucked her. Here, Nina took the tip of Sam's penis in her mouth with a wicked smile. Here, Sam lay on the living room couch while Nina straddled him. The camera was closely focused on Nina's wet pussy as she rode Sam's cock.
The last item in the album wasn't a photo, but a video clip – a recording of one of the video calls they'd given her during the previous month. It hadn't been a call so much as a performance, a full fifteen minutes of Sam and Nina making intense, athletic love for her viewing pleasure. Anya didn't dare watch it now, but even the thumbnail picture of their entwined naked bodies made her wet as October. She'd watched the video under the bedclothes every night since Nina sent it to her, keeping the volume low to ensure her parents didn't hear. Although the bigger problem was stopping herself from moaning out loud as she masturbated to it.
As the car approached the airport, Anya thought back to how she'd been before that summer – a shy, clumsy virgin who'd done no more than awkwardly kiss a few boys and glimpse one or two penises. Sam and Nina had taken her virginity and given her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, but more than that, they'd shown her true love. The video calls and lewd photographs hadn't been nearly enough for her. She needed to be close to them again, to kiss them and caress them and feel the warmth of their skin.
She hadn't been with anyone else since coming home; her cousins had ruined her for any other lover. How could the dull, fumbling boys in her neighbourhood compare to Sam, with his big beautiful cock and kind smile? How could the mousy girls she knew compare to Nina, with her heavenly body and gentle green eyes? She had to be the luckiest person on Earth, to be chosen by these two golden-haired angels. When they said she was beautiful, they almost made her believe it.
Her father parked the car in the crowded airport parking lot, and the three of them wandered over to the cavernous arrivals terminal as the sky darkened over Munich. Anya's impatience grew with every passing minute as they sat in a café and watched the digital arrivals board overhead. It said their plane had landed thirty minutes ago; how long would it take them to get through security? Her parents drank coffee and made idle small-talk, but all she could think of – her mouth dry with nervous anticipation, even as her pussy grew wet inside her jeans – was Sam and Nina, naked.
After what seemed like hours, Anya's father nudged her and said, "Look, Anni, there they are." Anya followed his gesture and felt her heart flutter in her chest as she saw two tall, graceful figures making their way through the crowd on the concourse. They spotted Anya and her parents in the café, and hurried over with their suitcases, smiling their beautiful smiles.
She had to restrain herself from leaping at them and French-kissing them hello. As he gave her a tight hug, Sam gently kissed the top of her head in a way that was achingly familiar; he'd done that so many times as they lay together after sex. Nina kissed her on both cheeks, and Anya inhaled her lovely honeysuckle perfume, feeling for a moment as though she might swoon. "I've missed you so much," she told them both, trying hard not to cry.
"And we've missed you, sweet," Nina said. As always, there was an endearing hint of laughter in her voice. Anya once again found herself marvelling at her cousins' beauty. Nina looked radiant with her ash-blonde hair worn longer than usual, framing her high elegant cheekbones and delicate nose. Her firm, full breasts strained at the white lace of her blouse. Sam, meanwhile, was as handsome as ever, tall and leanly muscled with a light stubble on his strong chin. He was grinning his usual easy grin. Anya wondered if he had fucked Nina on the plane.
The siblings greeted Anya's parents warmly in German. They spoke it very well – after all, their mother was German – albeit with a slight accent. Anya's father, who had always been extremely fond of his s****r's c***dren, insisted on taking their luggage as he led them to the car, and struck up a lively conversation with them both. Anya felt c***dishly jealous as she tagged along; she wanted her cousins to herself. But until they set off to Berlin tomorrow, she'd have to share them with her f****y, and stay chaste as well. She wondered how she would stay sane.
"How is Klaudia doing?" her father was asking Nina. "She must come visit her big b*****r one of these days! And Karl, he's well too? What about his wife, that lovely Swiss girl, what's her name again?"
"Valerie," Nina replied. "She's very well. And very pregnant."
Sam suddenly gave Anya a funny look – affectionate, guilty and anxious all at once. She frowned at him questioningly, and he immediately switched back to his usual lovable grin. It had seemed for a moment as if he wanted to say something to her, but couldn't find the words.
During the drive home, Anya's parents barely let her get a word in edgewise, as they bombarded Sam and Nina with questions. It was frustrating, but she could deal with it – she sat between her cousins in the back seat, and enjoyed the warmth of their closeness. Every now and then, one of them would brush a hand subtly over her thigh, making her shiver quietly with pleasure.
"You're both going to America soon, aren't you?" Anya's mother asked cheerfully as they drove through the darkening streets. "How exciting! You'll make wonderful friends, I'm sure. Nina, you'll be studying medicine, am I right?"
"Biology," Nina corrected her politely. "Though I might take medicine afterwards."
"Nina knows her biology very well," Sam added. "Especially human anatomy." He winked at Anya and lightly stroked her thigh again. She blushed and smiled sheepishly at him, hoping her parents wouldn't notice.
"I'm sure she does," Anya's mother said obliviously. "And Sam, is it business you're doing?"
"Engineering, Aunt Lisa."
"Sam's always been good with his hands," Nina said matter-of-factly. Anya just barely managed to suppress a giggle.
The car passed through Munich's suburbs into the comfortable borough where Anya's f****y lived. They owned a fine townhouse on an affluent leafy avenue; Anya's father, an architect, made plenty of money, although he wasn't as wealthy as Sam and Nina's parents. A light patter of evening rain began falling as they parked by the house and unloaded the luggage.
As soon as they were through the front door, Sam and Nina were swarmed by Anya's younger siblings, who were delighted as only c***dren can be to see their big cousins. Thirteen-year-old Hans, the oldest after Anya, quickly engaged Sam in a playful boxing match, while little Eva and Marie, the twins, clamoured for Nina to give them piggy-backs. Thomas, the younger boy, simply latched onto Sam's leg like a limpet and refused to let go. The cousins played along with tolerant smiles, handing out gifts while Anya watched impatiently. How long would she have to wait before she could talk to them alone?
At the dinner table that night, Anya's parents kept on eagerly questioning Sam and Nina about their home life and plans for the future. Meanwhile, the younger c***dren bickered, threw their food and generally made nuisances of themselves, as ever. Anya tried to focus on the conversation, but she couldn't stop imagining Sam suddenly grabbing her, throwing her onto the table and fucking her raw in front of all the others. It didn't help that Nina kept oh-so-accidentally stroking her leg under the table.
"You two certainly gave Anni a wonderful holiday," Anya's father said, as Anya quietly stroked Nina's thigh in retaliation. "She was crying for days after she came home, always talking about you both."
"We were sorry to see her go," Nina said, not showing any sign that she noticed Anya's hand running up the inside of her thigh. "Everyone back home loves her like crazy. Mama says she can come visit again any time she wants."
"It's not fair. I want to go too," little Eva said huffily. Nina smiled at the girl and told her she was always welcome. Under the table, Anya's hand kept moving determinedly up between Nina's legs.
"Now, tell me, what are you three going to do in Berlin?" asked Anya's mother.
"A lot of sightseeing," Sam said, studiously avoiding his s****r's gaze. "The Unter den Linden, the Siegessäule, the Brandenburg Gate, all the classics. Our ma's always telling us how much she misses the city, so I reckon she'll want us to do the full tourist trail."
Anya's father chuckled. "Klaudia always told me she hated Berlin! Maybe she's getting homesick in her old age. But," he added with a significant smile, "you can't fool me, Samuel. I know why you're really going."
It took all of Anya's self-control not to gasp. Beneath the table, her hand froze inches from Nina's crotch. Her father couldn't possibly know about them. Could he? How had he found out? Oh God, what were they going to do?
"The nightlife," her father continued. "That's why you're going, to paint Berlin red! Can't say I blame you, I knew some great bars there back in the nineties. Just don't let my little Anni drink too much, she doesn't have the stomach for it." He laughed as Anya rolled her eyes, relieved.
"Don't worry, Uncle Markus. Anni's a good girl," Sam said as he helped himself to another portion of food. "We'll keep an eye on her."
Underneath the table, Anya's hand slipped under the hem of Nina's dainty blue skirt. To her shock, she touched warm naked flesh – her cousin wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. As Anya's fingers brushed the soft, moist lips of Nina's vagina, the older girl gave her a sly wink, and Anya swiftly retracted her hand, blushing furiously.
"Are you alright, Anya?" her mother asked. "You've gone all red."
"Fine, just thirsty," Anya replied hastily, reaching for the jug of ice water in the middle of the table. For a second, Sam gave her that strange, anxious look again. She wondered what he was thinking about. Fucking her, she hoped.
They'd booked their train to Berlin for seven in the morning, so they went to bed not long after dinner, much to the disappointment of Anya's relentlessly playful siblings. Sam was given the guest bedroom on the third floor of the house, while Nina shared Anya's bed. Anya's parents had no reason to suspect that anything untoward might happen between their godly, upstanding daughter and her lovely older cousin.
Anya lay waiting in bed, feeling Nina's sl**ping warmth close beside her, until she was certain the rest of the house was asl**p. Then, without hesitation, she cuddled up close to Nina under the sheets and kissed her full on the lips. Her cousin's mouth tasted just as sweet as she remembered.
Nina opened her eyes in the soft glow of the bedroom's nightlight. She smiled her beguiling smile, then sl**pily kissed Anya in response. Anya felt a rush of wonderful déjà vu as their tongues stroked together. Her hands found Nina's face, fingers following the delicate lines of her chin and cheekbones, and played through her hair as they made out with increasing passion. She stroked her bare foot against one of Nina's long slender legs, and shivered happily as Nina reciprocated. They were both wearing thin nightgowns, but they were naked underneath, and their fingers easily found each other's pussies as they kissed.
"I thought we were waiting until Berlin, Anni," Nina whispered as they both drew breath between kisses. Her fingertips lightly tweaked the sensitive bud of Anya's clit, then traced around the tight opening of her vagina.
"I need it," Anya replied, trying to keep quiet despite the rising pleasure. "I need it so much. I've been going crazy without you." Nina's small, neat fingers slid slowly and gently between the wet tender lips of her pussy. Somehow it felt so much better than when she did it to herself. "Dreaming about you two all the time, and seeing those pictures, and not having you with me. It's been fucking torture."
"Mm, I've missed your pretty little cunt, too," Nina confessed, sighing happily as Anya stroked her moist labia with two fingers. "Haven't you had someone else to take care of you? Some nice local boy?"
"No," Anya said. She shuddered involuntarily as Nina's probing fingers slid in and out of her. "No-one. I don't want anyone but you and Sam. No-one else is good enough."
"Anni, sweet, you shouldn't make us your only-"
"Shut up," Anya hissed, surprising herself with her own fierceness. "I said, you're all I want." Nina looked briefly stunned, then grinned eagerly. Perhaps she liked being talked to f***efully. Or perhaps it was just that Anya was fingering her pussy.
Anya kissed her cousin's long pretty neck, then squeezed her breasts through the thin cotton of the nightgown. Her other hand played restlessly with Nina's vulva, making the older girl sigh and whimper softly as her legs twined more tightly with Anya's. "Now," Anya whispered, as commandingly as she could. "Tell me how Sam fucks you. Tell me what he does to you."
"What do you mean, sweet?"
Anya suddenly moved so she was on top of Nina, gazing lustfully down at her as she kept kissing and stroking and fingering her. "Tell me how you're his little fuck-toy."
Nina seemed momentarily lost for words, biting her lip and shivering as Anya's fingers moved deep inside her dripping-wet cunt. She was still tentatively fingering Anya, but now she seemed less energetic, more submissive. She looked up at Anya with an almost fearful expression on her pretty face. Anya felt strangely powerful, and decided that she liked it.
"He..." Nina licked her lips. She spoke in a breathless whisper, interspersing her words with little gasps of joy. "He fucks me every day. He makes me come every time. Sometimes three or four times. He has a cock like a horse. Anni, you know this-"
"I said tell me what he does," Anya said. She could feel her cousin trembling with helpless pleasure beneath her as she rhythmically finger-fucked her. The warm, tight wetness of Nina's pussy enveloped her fingers with each thrust. Her other hand kneaded and stroked Nina's breasts, feeling the tender hardness of her erect nipples.
Nina went on hesitantly. She had now given up on touching Anya and was clutching at the sheets. "He...he fucks me first thing in the morning. He fucks me in the shower. Ah, God, yes...He fucks me in my bed and Karl's bed and once even Mama's bed. He lays me down on the breakfast table...oh, Anni, don't stop...and fucks me till I come. He fucks me in front of his girlfriends and he makes them join in. I...oh, mmm...I lick his come from their pussies. He always comes inside me, I love it when he comes inside me." She paused to moan in mounting ecstasy. As she fingered Nina, Anya wondered if her parents or siblings had heard that. Right now, she didn't care.
"When we go driving, he stops the car to fuck me on the side of the road." Nina sounded like she was on the verge of coming now, and Anya thrust her fingers into her ever faster, while teasing her clit with quick flicks of her thumb. "He...oh, God, he...I made him do it to me today. On the way to the airport. A...a woman saw us."
"And you liked it?" Anya asked.
"Yes. I...I loved it."
"Because you're Sam's fuck-toy," Anya said. She kissed Nina's nipples through the nightgown fabric. "Aren't you? You're his slut to fuck whenever he wants you."
"Yes." There were tears of joy welling up in the corners of Nina's emerald eyes. Anya felt triumphant when she saw them.
"Say it. Say you're his little fuck-toy."
"I'm his little fuck-toy," Nina moaned. "I'm Sam's fuck-toy." Then she came, her juices drenching the bed and her body contorting beneath Anya. She looked as if she was trying desperately not to cry out, and Anya took pity on her and French-kissed her to stifle her moans of ecstasy.
When Nina's orgasm had run its course, the two girls lay side-by-side gazing into each other's eyes. Nina regarded the younger girl with an expression of exhausted, astounded adoration, and Anya still felt like she was surfing an adrenaline high. The bed was damp from their passion, the mingled reek of sweat and perfume and vaginal juices rising from the sheets.
"Jesus Christ, Anya," Nina breathed. "How did you get so...fierce?" She laughed quietly in amazement. "You were a virgin two months ago."
"I had a very good teacher," Anya replied, kissing her cousin lightly. "Two very good teachers. Let's go wake Sam."
"Your bed's messy enough already, sweet," Nina said amusedly. "If Sam fucks us it'll be covered in his come too. And I don't think I'll stay quiet when he's inside me."
"Not here. I know somewhere better. Somewhere we can all have a proper fuck." Anya threw the rumpled bedclothes aside and got up, pulling off her sweaty nightgown to stand nude on the carpet. Nina did likewise, and Anya shamelessly ogled her cousin's naked body in the nightlight's blue glow.
As she led Nina out of the bedroom and upstairs to the third floor, Anya felt almost giddy. She genuinely hadn't planned to go so far tonight. All she'd wanted to do was to kiss Nina, maybe fondle her a little bit; the real fun wasn't supposed to start until Berlin. But she'd gotten carried away with the joy of being reunited with her cousin, and had recklessly fucked her. More than that – she'd dominated her. Nina was older, taller, stronger and much more beautiful than her, but she'd meekly submitted as soon as Anya showed a hint of assertiveness. Anya thought back to the very first time they'd made love, that glorious day in the summerhouse, when Nina had been the assertive, commanding one. Maybe she had secretly wanted their roles to be reversed all along.
They made it up to the guest bedroom without waking any of Anya's f****y. The bedroom was a converted attic space, with high windows overlooking the rainy street below. Anya had initially thought that it would be a good place to have their threesome, but really it was too close to her parents' room on the second floor. A shame; it would be nice to fuck Sam in a proper bed, but that would have to wait for Berlin.
She and Nina padded over to Sam's bed. Wearing identical naughty smiles, they slowly pulled the sheets off his soundly sl**ping form. He was sl**ping naked, as usual, and the streetlights outside illuminated the muscular contours of his body. He had a semi-erection in his sl**p, the huge shaft standing up hard against his toned belly with the head still mostly hooded by his thick foreskin. He didn't wake when they removed his sheets, just stirred a little and mumbled something incoherent.
Anya leaned over Sam and kissed him on the lips. Simultaneously, Nina lightly grasped her b*****r's cock and slowly licked along its length. That woke him up. His green eyes opened, squinting in the dim light, and reflexively his powerful arms reached out to pull Anya into a close embrace. He began to kiss her passionately as Nina continued to run her tongue over his rising erection. Anya felt a momentary flash of fear when Sam grabbed her – he was so strong, and for the first time she realised how easily he could take her by f***e if he wanted to – but the fear swiftly gave way to contentment. Sam was as good a kisser as she remembered, confident yet gentle and attentive. Just from that sweet kiss, she knew he would never f***e himself upon her or anyone else.
When the kiss ended, Sam released Anya and glanced down the length of his body to see his naked s****r enthusiastically kissing and tonguing cock. He wore a languid smile of total happiness as he slowly sat up. "I'm in heaven," he murmured. "And I've got the angels to prove it."
Nina looked up at him and giggled. "Little Anni isn't an angel any more, love," she told him. "She was a very wicked girl just a minute ago."
Sam cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh yeah?"
Grinning, Nina described Anya's little dominatrix moment. Sam suddenly fixed Anya with a rather intimidating look. "So you pin my s****r down and make her say she's my fuck-toy?" he demanded, standing up and walking over to her. "I don't know if I like that, Anni. I don't think you have the right to say who is or isn't my fuck-toy. I'm pretty sure that's for me to decide."
Anya wasn't sure whether Sam was joking or not. He was towering over her now, still wearing a stony disapproving expression. She took a nervous step backwards.
"I'll tell you who's my fuck-toy, Anni," Sam said imperiously. Then he broke into a wide grin, kissed her and gave both her breasts a playful squeeze. "You are. Both of you. And I'm yours."
Nina laughed softly. Anya started grinning too, and she pressed herself close against Sam, feeling the warm hard bulk of his erection against her skin. She stood on tiptoes and engaged him in a lavish kiss as she stroked the wet mound of her vulva slowly against his cock – a bit of teasing foreplay that she knew he loved. Her fingertips drew a line from his neck down through the light patch of hair on his strong chest until she reached his well-defined abdominals. He gently kneaded her small, pert breasts as they carried on kissing.
Then, slowly but purposefully, Sam began to push her towards the wall by the bed, kissing and fondling her all the while. Anya instantly realised what he meant to do, and quickly pressed her palm against his chest to push him lightly away. "Not here," she whispered, glancing over Sam's shoulder to catch Nina's gaze too. "My parents are downstairs. There's somewhere better, follow me."
Though obviously frustrated, Sam complied, and the three of them made their way naked down through the tall house. They tried their best to be silent, but Anya still flinched a bit whenever a floorboard creaked underfoot. She needn't have worried; it was after midnight now, and her f****y were all fairly sound sl**pers. At last, they reached the basement, which her father had recently converted into a home gym. It had a plethora of exercise machines, motion-activated lighting, air conditioning and, best of all, thick, solid, noise-absorbing concrete walls. They still couldn't scream at maximum volume, but they could definitely be louder than they could upstairs.
They entered the gym, squinting as the lights automatically flicked on. The door had barely clicked closed behind them when Sam grabbed Anya and pressed her up against the nearest wall. She didn't resist this time, just kissed his neck and the lean muscles of his shoulders as he seized her hips and effortlessly lifted her up so their faces were level. He guided his cock into her with practised ease as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Here's what you've been missing, babe," he muttered in her ear.
Every night since returning from the Mediterranean, Anya had dreamed of her cousins, and of the sweet wild love they'd made together. She was almost sure her parents had overheard her moaning and whimpering with pleasure in her sl**p. And invariably, the most intense dreams were the ones in which Sam was fucking her, ploughing into her tight young pussy with his huge manhood.
But those dreams were nothing but pale imitations of the real thing. Anya gasped and hissed at the familiar rush of pleasure and pain as Sam's giant cock slid up into her vagina. She was wet as could be, and she'd been anticipating this all night, but his sheer size still took her by surprise. He was moving in her slowly and deliberately, pinning her against the wall and giving her quick, darting kisses on the lips and neck and breasts. His penis was so fiercely erect that Anya could feel its thick head throb inside her with each thrust.
Sam was not a gentle lover, not when he was this aroused. Anya knew the telltale signs that her cousin was not going to go easy on her – the particular tightness of his grip, the rapidity of his kisses, the harshness of his gasps of pleasure. She felt a mixture of apprehension and delight. It already hurt, and would hurt more, as he fucked her harder and faster – but she could also feel the tingling beginnings of an orgasm that she knew would be the first of several.
He was moving faster now, pumping his cock into her with grunts of hard satisfaction. He wasn't a brute, and would never be so rough as to seriously hurt her, but it was still half agony, half ecstasy. She clung to him and moaned in pleasure as her slender hips bucked against him. Nina stood beside them, watching them with delight and obvious envy. She moved to stand right behind her b*****r, put her arms around him and began grinding her pussy against his muscular buttocks while he kept fucking Anya.
Anya whimpered Sam's name as her first orgasm of the night began. She arched her back, trying to push herself away from the wall, but her big cousin still had her pinned. She bit Sam's shoulder involuntarily, tasting bl**d and, frankly, not giving a fuck. Her pussy juices squirted onto his cock. He was still going inside her, filling her pussy to its limit with each thrust, her soft tender walls straining around the virile bulk of his erection. Nina was still clinging to her straining b*****r's back, kissing his neck and staring at Anya's enraptured features with bright-eyed eagerness.
"Sam, oh God, don't stop," Anya cried, no longer caring if her parents could hear. The wall was uncomfortably cold against her naked back, but right now the only things that mattered were the strong hands grasping her hips and the huge wonderful thing thrusting into her cunt. She came again in a delirious rush. This time, her ecstatic convulsion was so powerful that she nearly succeeded in shoving both herself and Sam away from the wall. He strengthened his grip on her and kept moving.
When Anya came a third time, her pussy squirting until her juices dappled the shiny tiled floor, Sam began whispering in her ear. His voice was so fierce with lust it was almost a snarl. "You like that, Anni, babe? You like getting fucked by your cousin? You like my cock inside you?"
"Yes," she moaned back, helpless to do anything else. Her entire body felt aflame with pleasure. "Yes, I love it. I love you."
Sam kept up his fearsome rhythm. "Tell Nina how much you like it. Tell her how you much like it when her b*****r fucks you."
Anya stared wide-eyed over Sam's shoulder at the older girl. "Nina, I love it. I love it when your b*****r fucks me. Sam, please, I can't take any more-"
"You can take this, babe," Sam grunted, and then he climaxed with a sudden raw intensity. This time, it was him who bit down on Anya's neck, leaving a livid red mark. Anya felt that sensation she'd missed perhaps most of all, the liquid surge of her cousin's hot semen inside her. He came in such a torrent that her pussy overflowed, and his come trickled warmly down the inside of her thigh, but he kept his cock thrust up inside her until the very end. Then he gave her a hungry, possessive kiss, and lowered her slowly to the floor. When he slid his huge, spent, slowly softening cock out of her, Anya felt a tremor of both gratitude and disappointment. She sank slowly down to sit with her back against the wall and her legs splayed wide.
She sat there, feeling weak and drained and terribly sore, but also so happy she could cry. She looked up at Sam, who was standing there panting for breath, his powerful body gleaming with sweat. White beads of come dripped from the tip of his cock to the floor. When he met her gaze, his expression was one of intense affection, but yet again she saw that strange anxiety in his eyes, glimpsed momentarily then quickly hidden.
"I missed you so much, Anni," he said to her.
She nodded weakly in response. "I love you. I need you," she mumbled. "And you, Nina."
"I know, sweet," Nina said, kneeling beside Anya and kissing her cheek. "That's why we're here. You're the love of our lives."
"Not to mention the fuck," Sam grinned.
"Speaking of which, big b*****r, how long before I can have a go too?" Nina asked lecherously. Her eyes flicked to her b*****r's semi-flaccid cock.
"Give me a minute, babe. Why don't you take care of our little cousin first."
Nina didn't hesitate. She started kissing Anya with relish, licking the tender love-bites Sam had left on her neck and shoulder, stroking her breasts and bruised hips. "Poor Anni," she cooed when Anya whimpered in pain. "Sam, you were too rough with her."
"I didn't mean to be," he replied sheepishly. "She's so fucking hot. It's hard to go easy in a pussy that tight."
"Your fault for having such a monster cock," Nina said amiably. Sam chuckled.
Nina dipped her head between Anya's parted legs to kiss her come-dripping vulva. This was their little ritual, a part of the afterglow that Anya had always loved. During her visit in the summer, she and Nina had licked Sam's come from each other's vaginas so many times, an almost a****l act that was both intensely pleasurable and deeply soothing after hot fierce sex. Now, Nina's skilled tongue was like a balm for her tender genitals, and she sighed in gratitude at each deft lick. Nina was so gentle, and this time she was kind enough not to f***e Anya to orgasm once again. She took her time, licking and sucking her b*****r's warm semen from the younger girl's cunt, tonguing the soft labia and giving the clitoris the tiniest of kisses. At last, with Anya's neatly shaven vulva outwardly clean of Sam's come, Nina wiped her mouth and kissed Anya on the lips once more.
"So much come, Sam," Nina marvelled as she stood back up. "You filled her to overflowing. Lucky she's on the pill, or there'd be a very beautiful new baby in the f****y nine months from now."
Anya saw Sam frown suddenly. There was that look again, lustful and anxious and guilty at the same time. Was it something Nina had said? About the pills, perhaps? Anya had been on them since the summer, surely there was no risk of a baby. Sam knew that. Didn't he?
Anya abruptly realised that she was in desperate need of a piss. Her bladder had been painfully full for hours, but she'd been so focused on her two lovers that she'd ignored it. Now the pressure was almost unbearable. She rose unsteadily to her feet, still aching from the rough sex, and mumbled, "I have to pee."
"We'll be here when you get back, sweet," Nina said tolerantly. She was standing close against her b*****r, kissing and nuzzling his neck while her hands stroked the shaft of his cock. He was visibly getting hard again in her grasp. As Anya wandered towards the small bathroom at the other end of the gym, she quietly doubted that her cousins would wait for her to return before fucking.
She sat naked on the toilet and urinated for what felt like ages, expecting at any moment to hear the gasps and sighs of Sam and Nina's passion through the door. As she sat there, she thought again of those strange looks Sam had given her, and the pills she still took every day. She was safe, wasn't she? It had only been a couple of days that she'd gone without the pills, right when they first became lovers. She couldn't get pregnant. There was nothing to worry about.
Except that her period was late, weeks late now. And she used to be so regular. She kept trying to tell herself it was because of the pills messing up her cycle, or maybe she had some kind of bug. But she felt fine, physically speaking, and she'd been on the pills the better part of two months. The more she tried to deny it, the more she realised, with growing apprehension, that she was grasping at straws. She had four b*****rs and s****rs, and her parents both hailed from large families; there was little doubt that she had some very fertile genes in her. And it was highly unlikely that big, strong, virile Sam was shooting blanks.
Returning from the bathroom, she was unsurprised to find that Sam and Nina were making love. What was surprising was how gentle it was; slow, leisurely and almost silent. Nina was sitting on the padded seat of one of the exercise machines, and Sam stood between her parted legs and moved inside her with slow soft srokes. Instead of their usual lusty gasps, grunts and moans, the two siblings were sighing and whispering their love as they held each other. Anya stood and watched them with lust, longing and affection, but above all, with jealousy.
When she saw how Sam and Nina gazed into each other's eyes, the exquisite care they took with each other's bodies, Anya realised that she would always be an outsider to their love. They might fuck her senseless and proclaim their everlasting love for her – they might even mean it – but they were soulmates, while she was just their lover. Sam would never look into her eyes the same way he did Nina's, and Nina would never whisper those sweet words in her ear and mean them so sincerely. She felt tears brim in her eyes, and had to fight them back as Sam and Nina continued their act of true love in front of her.
Her cousins came simultaneously, their orgasms seeming to last longer than ever before despite the gentleness of the sex. Sam didn't pull out of Nina when he was finally spent, he just stood with his cock inside her and kissed her again and again. It seemed like a long time before either of them noticed Anya standing there. "Hi, sweet," Nina smiled at her. "Come be with us."
Anya joined them, a jealous lump still in her throat. She tried her best to sound cheery as she sat down on the floor next to them. "It's funny, you guys have been here all day, but we haven't actually had a chance to talk."
The siblings laughed. Sam was still comfortably inside Nina. He was idly tracing lines over her breasts with his fingertips, while she in turn stroked circles through his sweat-damp chest hair. "Well, plenty of time to chat now," Nina said. "We don't seem to have woken the house yet."
"You were so quiet just now. I'm impressed." Anya tried not to let a note of jealousy enter her voice, and didn't entirely succeed.
"Sam's a man of many talents," Nina replied, kissing her b*****r lightly on the lips. "He can do gentle just as well as rough. If you want it that way, you only have to ask."
But he does it for you without you needing to ask him, Anya thought. Because he knows you so well, and loves you so much. She didn't say it out loud. They wouldn't understand if she did.
"I'll give it to you both ways in Berlin, Anni, don't you worry," Sam said good-naturedly, as he finally slipped out of Nina and sat down beside her with his arm around her. "Can't wait, personally. Gonna be a fucking wild holiday."
"Oh, amen to that," Nina said with a dreamy expression, resting her head against her b*****r's shoulder. "I want us to fuck in all the big landmarks. Threesomes in the Tiergarten. Sixty-nines up the Siegessäule. Multiple orgasms at the Olympiastadion..."
"Blowjobs at the Brandenburg Gate?" Sam asked hopefully.
"If you're lucky," Nina giggled. Anya managed to muster a laugh, too.
"It'll be great. I just wish you could stay for longer," she said. She still meant it – jealous or not, she could never feel anything but love for the two of them. It still felt like a lovely dream even having them here. She knew it would be unbearable when they left again.
"I know, sweet, a week with you isn't nearly enough. A year wouldn't be enough. But I guess we'll have to make do," said Nina. She leaned down to give Anya a soft kiss on the top of her head.
"Will I..." Anya hesitated. "Will I see you again, before you go to America?"
Nina and Sam traded glances. They suddenly looked a little sad. "I'm sure we will," Nina murmured, not sounding entirely certain. "And we'll always come back home for the summer, Anni, we can all be together like before. You can come visit us any time."
Anya nodded, still feeling gloomy. "We should probably go back up now," she said after a while. "I need to change my sheets."
"We did make them pretty wet, didn't we," Nina mumbled sl**pily. Her eyes were half-closed. "I suppose we should all get some rest. It'll be a long journey tomorrow."
"Alright," Sam said, "but first..." He knelt on the floor next to Anya and began to kiss her. His hand found the delicate cleft of her vulva and started to gently finger her. She moaned in reluctant pleasure, still sore and tired from the brutal fucking he'd given her earlier. He gently pushed her down until she was lying on her back on the cool tiles. She could see his cock was hard again as he eased between her legs.
He was incredibly gentle this time; it was so slow and languorous that at first it seemed he was staying still inside her. The contrast with his usual roughness was striking. But Anya felt her pleasure rise all the same, and she kissed Sam's lips and chin as he moved upon her with tender slowness. "That's my girl," he murmured, massaging her pale breasts with his strong kind hands as Nina watched them drowsily.
Anya kept expecting Sam to speed up inside her, to fuck her hard and fast like he usually did. Instead, he kept on being gentle, his cock teasing her cunt rather than punishing it. There was still a little pain, because he was so big and because her pussy was still tender from before, but mostly Anya just felt contented. This was how she really wanted it; for Sam to have her the way he had Nina. For him to look into her eyes with pure adoration as they made love.
Only, the look Sam gave her was the same one he'd been giving her all night. There was love in his handsome green eyes, and passion, and desire, but there was also a brittle anxiety, and worse than that, guilt. Anya's smile faded even as her pussy tingled with growing pleasure. Her orgasm, when it came, was long and sweet and trembling, and Sam's lips were soft on hers, but her pleasure was tainted by fear now.
As she felt him come inside her, she realised with a sick certainty why he looked at her like that. She might still have doubts, but he clearly didn't.
Sam lay awake and listened to the Munich rain rattle on the windows. The wind whispered through the trees that lined the street outside. There was a digital clock on the bedside table; it read 04:35.
He hadn't been able to sl**p since the three of them had left the gym and gone back upstairs. Nina and Anya had changed their sex-stained sheets and gone to bed, while he had returned to his room with the sweet smell of both girls on his skin. His body felt tired and content, his cock happily aching from fucking them. And yet, all he could think of was that fearful look on Anya's face when he'd finished inside her.
It had been just as wonderful as he'd remembered. She was every bit as delectable as she had been during the summer, and now she was more confident and energetic. With her and Nina, he knew Berlin would be amazing fun. But he still hadn't had a chance to talk to her in private. He couldn't look at her without worrying about those pills, and wondering whether they'd been taken too late.
Some time later, he heard soft footsteps on the landing outside. The door to the bedroom opened, and Anya walked in. She was wearing her skimpy little nightgown again, the gorgeous curves of her body clearly visible underneath the translucent fabric. Sam could see the outlines of her small pert breasts in the glow of the streetlights outside. His cock stiffened rapidly as she approached him.
"Sam?" she said tentatively.
"I'm awake, Anni."
"Nina's sl**ping, but I couldn't," she whispered. "Can I be with you for a bit?"
"Of course you can, babe. But we'll have to be quiet if you don't want to wake your ma and pa."
"No, no sex. I just want to talk." She knelt beside the bed and gazed at him. The look in her cornflower-blue eyes was almost mournful.
Usually Sam would have been intensely frustrated. His erection made a huge tent in the bedsheets as he regarded his beautiful cousin; he'd fucked her twice tonight already and he'd gladly have her again. Now was not the time, though. He sighed, sat up in bed and steeled himself. The moment he'd been dreading had arrived.
"Anni, there's something you need to-"
"I know," she cut in. She sounded glum to the point of misery. "The pills. I've been taking them like Nina, but I...I think I was too late. We did it so many times before I started."
Sam wasn't surprised that she knew. She'd always been a smart girl, and it had been her who reminded him and Nina that she needed to be on the pill. He searched for words as his heart sank. "Is your...I mean, have you..."
"I haven't had my period since I got home, Sam," she mumbled, and Sam could see tears in her eyes now. "I thought it was just because of the pills, but it's been so long. God, I was so stupid."
"Have you taken a test?"
"No," she sniffled. "I mean, I bought one. But I was afraid to take it. In case it's positive." She hung her pretty head in shame.
"You have to take it, love," he told her gently.
"I know. I know, it's just...Fuck, Sam. I don't know what to do. I can't take care of a baby. I don't know how. And I can't have an abortion, I couldn't live with myself if I did." Tears were trickling down her delicate cheeks.
"It'll be alright," he said. He reached out to stroke her long black hair. She pulled away from him.
"How will it be alright?" she hissed through her tears. "I'm eighteen. I'm not even at university yet. My parents will go insane, they think I'm still a virgin. Everyone will say I'm a slut. And Nina..." Her small shoulders shook as she sobbed. "Nina will hate me. I know she wants to have your baby. She'll never speak to me again."
"Anni, listen to me-"
"No, Sam, I can't do this, I can't."
"Anni, listen." Leaning over, Sam grasped her shoulders and made her meet his gaze. "I love you. I'll always love you. And if you're pregnant, I'll love our baby. I'll help you through this any way I can. But you need to calm down, come with me, and take that test. Understand?"
She stared at him with tearful eyes. She spoke hesitantly. "You...you won't tell Nina?"
"If it's positive, we'll have to tell her sometime. But not just yet, we'll let her enjoy Berlin first. And I can promise you one thing, babe. Nina will never, ever hate you."
Anya looked as if she didn't quite believe him, but she drew in a deep, trembling breath, and nodded. "Okay," she muttered.
Sam got up and followed Anya downstairs to the bathroom where she had stashed her pregnancy test. Outside, the first pale hints of sunlight were lightening the sky over Munich. They'd have to catch their train to Berlin in a matter of hours, and Sam knew he'd be exhausted for the journey after missing a night's sl**p. Some things were more important than sl**p, however.
He waited beside Anya while she pissed on the white test stick. She held it up, dripping, for him to see. In the little digital display, the word PREGNANT was spelled out in cruel black letters.
Sam resisted the urge to curse out loud; he needed to be reassuring for Anya right now. His mind was reeling. He'd have to explain this to his mother, to Anya's parents, to Nina. He'd to have to fit the c***d into his life somehow. He'd have to become a father.
"What are we going to do?" Anya asked mournfully. Her eyes were streaming with tears.
Sam took a deep breath. "Well," he said. "I guess we're going to have a baby."