The bungalow only had two bedrooms, so I thought I'd spend Friday night with George and Saturday with Jez. I fell asleep to his soft purring and his hairy chest rising and falling. I woke first. used the bathroom and showered, then crawled back into bed, spooning and stroking the velvety skin of his morning wood. Stirring, he kissed me and excused himself. I heard him pissing like a horse, and then the shower going on. He came back to bed smelling fresh and still slightly damp. "Good morning, beautiful", he cooed as our bodies entwined. We kissed long and gentle, not wanting the moment to end. My hand ran through his chest hair, circling his nipples, and on down to his bush and his fat penis. His hand found mine, and we stroked one another. Shuffling down the bed, he took me in his mouth. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming. His fingers pulled my cheeks apart, and a digit entered. He carried on sucking and finger fucking me until I begged to have him inside me. He turned me round and pushed on my eager hole. Even though I was used to his size, I still gave a yelp as he slipped inside. He made love to me oh, so gently. I leaked precum onto the sheet. We changed position, so that we could kiss. He lifted my left leg and re-entered, fucking with long strokes, so we could kiss some more. Jez had come to the doorway, and was jerking in time to his Dad's thrusts. His strokes went deeper, and his breathing became laboured. I jerked myself as he pulsed his seed into me. I splattered on my chest. Jez covered my face. We'd made love for over an hour.
I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, while George cooked breakfast and made coffee. A naked Jez joined us, planting a big kiss on his Dad, before pushing his tongue down my throat. "It was beautiful watching you two at it, it's my turn later". I promised him I would be his tonight, to do whatever he wanted.
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George had to pop into town for groceries and beer. Jez and I helped by tidying the house and mowing the lawn. We lay on a blanket, sunbathing. Jez propped himself up on his elbow, and, for a little while, just looked at me. "Do you remember when we were young, we used to go across the fields together. I wondered where this was leading. "We giggled as we watched each other pee". "Yes, good times", I conceded. "When I first started masturbating, I thought of you". I blushed, but my dick stirred. He leaned over and kissed me, "I still think of you when I wank". By now, we were both hard. He put his arm round me and we kissed again, this time more deeply. Jez rolled on top of me and said, between kisses, "I enjoy Dad fucking me, I lost my virginity to him at 15, but I've always loved you". He rolled off and we cuddled, stroking one another. Then he went down on me, deep-throating me, and somehow getting my big dick down his throat. He sucked me for a while, then came back up, straddled me and lowered himself down. Leaning over to kiss, he rocked back and forth, feeling every sensation. We rolled over. With me on top, controlling the depth and speed. Pulling him off, I licked his shaft and rimmed him, before carrying on. I heard George's car arriving back in the driveway, but knew he wouldn't be bothered. I pumped and jerked Jez at the same time. Try as I may, I couldn't hold back much longer. We both came as George looked on. "What a beautiful sight. I wished I'd seen it all". George fetched some beers and we lay naked, enjoying the late afternoon sun.
That night, I went to sleep cuddling my cousin. In the morning, we showered together and went back to bed. We made out again. Surprisingly, this time he took the lead. We sixty-nined, then he licked past my balls into my crack. His tongue found my rosebud, and I squirmed as he drew patterns around my hole. We spooned. I felt his big dick, and pushed back. A warm glow came over me as he penetrated. Precum ran down my thigh as he began pumping. We moved onto our sides, then doggy. I tossed myself as he hammered harder, then held still as jet after jet filled me. I exploded. For a man who usually bottoms, he fucks like a whore. We lay there for a while, then smelt bacon and eggs on the go. We slipped our white briefs on and went into the living room. "Morning, love birds", said George with a grin. We spent Sunday morning chilling and reminiscing.
Dad arrived in the afternoon, and reluctantly, I packed my things. "You don't have to leave so soon, I'll put the kettle on", George said. While he was getting the mugs out, Dad went up behind him. He turned, and they kissed. The kissing didn't stop until they were naked, rubbing their bodies together. Jez and I watched, dicks in hand, as George bent over the kitchen table. Dad knelt and ate ass, and then fired into him. He went at it hard from the start. Dad, Jez and I were all wanking. Suddenly, George let out a yell as he bred his brother. There were puddles of spunk all over the kitchen floor. We had coffee and finally went home.
