Last night had been maybe the hottest and muggiest of a hot muggy summer. I could've slept indoors, but the air conditioner keeps me awake and makes my sinuses hurt. So instead of tossing in a sweaty bed, I'd slept out on the second floor deck. It wasn't much cooler than inside, but at least there was a little natural air moving. That's how I happened to be around when it started.

My folks had gone back east for a funeral, and Aunt Sally had gone with them. That left me and my sister Traci at home. Us, and Karen, who had been delegated to stay over with us.

Karen is Aunt Sally's daughter. She is maybe the finest babe around, though my sister would have to come pretty close. They look more like sisters than cousins -- it must be the Shackelford genes -- but they don't like each other very much.

It started years ago, when Karen cremated some of Traci's Barbie dolls, and it's just escalated by degrees since then. They're always bitching and quarrelling. You wouldn't think two such primo wenches could _ever_ know how to be as bitchy and as catty as my big sister and my cousin act most of the time.

Anyway, Aunt Sally said Karen had to stay with us while she was back east -- I don't think she trusted her to be at home alone -- and that really made Traci's day.

Me, I was kinda happy, because I was hoping I might get at least a quick peek at Karen with her clothes off. She's dynamite in a bikini, but ever since I started getting hair on my dick I've been trying to find some way to cop a look at her goodies.

I've already seen my sister bare-assed, and it's an eye-catching sight. Like I told you, Traci is a real babe. But Karen would be the hat trick as far as I was concerned.

They'd both gone out the night before, and neither of them had come in while I was awake. Bar-crawling and guy-chasing, no doubt. They're both not quite twenty-one, but that's what fake IDs were made for, right? Me, I'm eighteen, and I look a lot younger, so I couldn't crash a bar even with a shitpot full of fake ID. And girls think I'm a wuss, though I'm not. I want to make that perfectly clear from the start. I just need to work out my technique.

Anyway, I was sacked out on the deck. A bird was chirping not far away, and I opened my eyes slowly. It was earlier than I usually get up, but nature doesn't operate at my convenience. I sat up, yawning and greeting the new day, and wishing I had a shoe I could throw at that goddamn bird.

My mouth was still open when I heard the sound of my sister's voice from down below. "Well, you bitch, it's about time you were coming in!"

I slid off the chaise lounge and onto the floor, as quietly as I could, and I peeked through the slats.

Karen was standing in the backyard. She was a knockout in her black minidress. It was the same one she'd worn last night, when she and Traci went out, but it looked like it had been slept in. Even so, she was a knockout. Take my word for it. She was holding her high-heeled shoes in her hand, and she stood with a devil-may-care slouch, one hip cocked out.

"So what's it to you?" Karen asked casually, tapping her shoes on one smooth thigh.

"You cunt," my sister replied. "You went home with Tommy, didn't you? And you fucked him, too, right?"

"Mmm," Karen purred, "you're a lot smarter than you used to be."

I couldn't see Traci. She was on the patio, just below the deck on which I was perched. But I could almost feel the rage that was steaming upward from her. Holy shit, I thought, what was going on?

"If you get any redder, you'll explode," Karen said. "But maybe that wouldn't be so bad. What's the matter, cousin? Were you just itching to get Tommy's big dick into your hot little pussy? And it just spoiled your day when I got him before you did?"

"Whore," my sister growled. Jesus, I knew that sound! And Karen had better watch her ass! Traci was nothing to fuck around with when she got pissed. She'd whacked me black and blue a couple of times, and I'm a guy!

But Karen didn't stop. I could see the smirk on her face, the same one she always gets when she thinks she has everything under her thumb. She's a primo babe, but to be honest, she can be a real bitch when she wants. And that was exactly what she wanted right now.

"Well," she went on, "just to satisfy your pathetic curiosity, he wasn't all _that_ good. Maybe you'd have found it a real thrill, but I was a little bored. Of course, he did tell me that I was the greatest piece he'd ever plugged, so most likely I've spoiled him for other women. I doubt that he'd ever be satisfied, now, with anything you could give him ... "

Traci shrieked, a sound that chilled my blood, and then she came running out from under the overhang of the deck and she threw herself onto Karen.

My eyes bugged out. I'd never seen two girls fighting before, not even at school. And Traci wasn't kidding as she attacked Karen.

She knocked Karen flat onto her ass, and she was screeching and hissing. No wonder they called it catfighting! There was a feline fury in my pissed-off sister that took my breath away.

Traci wore a robe, but it flopped open, completely exposing her, as she pinned Karen. They were in the grass, just below me, and I could see everything. I'd seen Traci naked before, but it hadn't been quite as exciting as it was now. With her robe hanging open, she was atop our cousin, holding Karen's wrists, their bodies rocking violently. Traci hissed and gurgled, gone far beyond words.

"Offa me, you crazy cunt!" squealed Karen, fighting like hell to dislodge the pantheress that was atop her. Her legs kicked up in the air, and I could see all the way up to her panties.

Holy shit! She wasn't wearing any panties!

Her legs opened wider, and I got an eyeful of a smooth, shaved pussy, set high and ripe between her long slender thighs. The more she kicked, the more I got to see.

"Get her, Trace," I prayed in a whisper.

Then Karen brought one of her knees up, jabbing into my sister's crotch. Traci squealed and rolled over, her robe falling off her shoulders as she went onto her back in the grass. Son of a bitch, when had Trace shaved her pussy? She was as hairless as Karen.

I couldn't hold back a smile. This quarrel was obviously big shit to the girls, and I was really hoping this fight might go on for a while longer. I had the best seat in the house.

Karen got on top of my sister then, slapping at her -- not very effectually. Guys would have been bloody-nosed and broken-toothed by now, but the girls missed about as many times as they hit each other.

Traci's tits flopped around. Karen grabbed them suddenly, her fingers pinching hard at the inflated nipples. Traci gurgled and squealed again.

"Oh, shut up, bitch," Karen giggled. "You always did think that just because you have big tits, the world is yours. Wanna know a secret? Tommy said he liked mine better, 'cause they didn't _sag_ as much as yours. And he said he thought you had _hairs_ growing out of your nipples. Do you, cunt?"

Traci shrieked again, like a banshee in heat, and started pounding on Karen's chest with her fists. Karen panted hard, dominant now, but she didn't let go. She squeezed harder on Traci's teats, as if she meant to stretch my sister's nips a couple of inches long.

Traci kicked and squirmed and wriggled, and I kept glancing at her exposed crotch and the way it was cut in half, very neatly, by that deep pink crease. Sometimes her cunt winked open, and I could see the even pinker interior.

Karen growled. "I oughta bite these fuckers off," she threatened, leaning down toward a nipple, her teeth clicking ominously. Traci writhed, and as she did, her fingers locked into the top of Karen's black minidress. She pulled, hard, and the front of the dress tore. Karen's tits popped out.

"You slut," my cousin said, "you tore my best goddamn dress!"

It fell down to her waist, but she didn't stop. Turning slightly, and giving me an even better view of her boobs, she made a quick grab for Traci's crotch. I shivered as I saw her take hold of my sister's smooth-shaven pussy. Her fingers dug into the soft-looking flesh, and Traci squealed shrilly.

I'm still amazed that none of the neighbors had come out to investigate the sounds, but the nearest occupied house in this subdivision is almost a block away, so I guess I was just lucky. Of course, we did have a big redwood fence enclosing the whole back yard, and I'm the first to say, thank God for privacy!

Karen mauled Traci's cunt, squeezing it. "Oh, yeah, you like that, don't you, whore?" she said hoarsely. "Bet you played with this thing all night, wishing it was Tommy's dick inside you, rather than my finger. Right, bitch? Is that what you did?"

"Fuck you," Traci husked. She made a slapping thrust at Karen's tits, but my cousin evaded her attack. Karen was still holding one of Traci's nips, and she gave it a threatening squeeze, which caused Traci to whine again.

I saw Karen's eyes light up, but what she did was a real shock to me, as it was the last thing in the world I ever expected to see. She stuck her middle finger into the mouth of my sister's pussy, and gave it a corkscrewing shove that took her deep into Traci's hole.

"Oh, yeah," Karen panted, "you're all wet inside, I bet you've been jacking off all fucking night ... "

The words "jacking off" sent a shiver up my spine. I'd been so engrossed in the watching that I didn't realize _until that very moment_ that my dick was hard as Chinese grammar and already sticking out the fly of my shorts. The knob tapped the deck of the patio, and I fought hard to stifle a groan.

What the hell was wrong with me? This was better than any porn video I'd ever sneaked into the VCR while my folks were out, and I wasn't even taking advantage of the once-in-a-lifetime experience!

I grabbed my penis and started to jerk on it -- not very fast, because I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, and I was afraid I'd squirt off too soon. Not just my dick, but all of me, was hot and throbbing right then.

Karen worked her finger in and out. Traci was still squealing, but there was a difference in the sound. It was more rhythmic, breathier actually, with a very erotic tonality. I fisted my cock in tempo with that rhythm, my eyes following the slick progress of Karen's middle finger reaming Traci's twat.

"Oh, you bitch," Traci gasped, "don't do that! You queer cunt!"

Karen giggled. I could see now that she wasn't pinching so hard on my sister's nipple. Her fingers relaxed, and began to trace the curvature of Traci's tit. She was breathing softly, and the froth on her lips seemed to have dried up a little.

"You like it, don't you?" she whispered, so softly I almost missed the words. "You like the way that feels."

Her fingers firmed up an already stiff nipple. They rolled delicately around the stubby red tip, and she didn't miss a stroke in Traci's pussy. Carefully, she slid off my sister, settling down beside her in the grass. This was the closest I'd ever seen them get without guerrilla warfare, and it was certainly something worth watching.

Except for their coloring, they look a great deal alike. Traci's blonder, with a great tan and a set of 36-Cs. Karen's closer to brunette, but she has a tan second to almost none, and even if her tits are smaller than Traci's (as a longtime lingerie examiner, I'd say they're about 32-B), they're fucking perfect tits, high and firm, with oval-shaped brown nipples. I'd never seen Karen's tits before, but they had been worth the wait, exposed now by the ripped, fallen-down dress.

Her skirt was up high, and her bare pussy was also on display. I think that was what warmed my weinie more than almost anything else. Both of them were positioned so that I had full view of their crotches. I could see Karen's finger easing sexily in and out of Traci's cunt, and there lay Karen, her own pussy slick and shaved, its crack idle for the moment.

Damn, I had something in my hand that would have died for a chance to do to Karen's twat what Karen's finger was doing to my sister's. For a really crazy moment I was tempted to stand up, announce my presence, and show the girls what I was working on, thanks to their visual stimulation.

And then I got my senses back. They'd probably have joined forces and kicked my ass upside down. No, I needed to stay where I was and see what else was going to happen with these family cats.

Traci's eyes were closed now, and she pumped hesitantly at the finger that continued to ream her cunt. She said, "Ohhhh ... " in a soft, dreamy voice, and her thighs moved, rubbing at Karen's fisted hand where it rested between them.

Karen still held one of my sister's tits, and Traci took hold of the other. She cupped it from beneath and let her fingers stroke lazily across the erected tip of a fine red nipple. Her other hand began to move slowly, and I held my breath, hardly believing what I was about to see.

She touched Karen's nearest bare tit, brushing the nipple with her fingers. "Mmm," Karen said. "That doesn't feel bad at all."

"You bitch," Traci replied, and I thought for a moment they were going to get into another session of catfighting. I wouldn't have minded that, either, but what actually happened was _much_, much better ...

Karen stood up, her finger sliding out of Traci's hole. Either she'd brushed it through the dewy grass as she was extracting, or else the inside of my sister's pussy was one _wet_ little precinct. I could see the glisten on her finger. Jesus, I could almost smell the pussyjuice!

Karen wiggled her ass, and the minidress slid down her long legs. I think she has better thighs than my sister, but it's a tossup whose ass looks the best. I'd have to look at them both, a long long time, before I made up my mind on that point.

Karen did a slow turnaround, not nearly as long as I needed, but God, was she ever naked, and was she ever gorgeous! And then she dropped to her knees, beside Traci, once again.

"You know," she said softly, putting her hand on my sister's shoulder, "we've spent ten years hating each other's guts."

"Twelve, actually, but who's counting?" Traci giggled.

"Time to kiss and make up?" Karen suggested. Traci lifted her eyebrows. Karen smiled and pulled my sister's face closer. I almost squirted my fist full of cum when I saw their mouths mesh together.

There's something about women kissing each other that makes my gonads want to explode. I just wished to shit I had some binoculars so I could get a closer look at the way their red lips and pink tongues played together while saliva oozed from one moist mouth into the other, their noses brushing awkwardly as they prolonged that kiss, almost as if they meant it for my benefit.

The two of them eased down into the grass, still kissing. Karen took my sister's hand and brought it to her tits, pushing the small, conical mounds into Traci's exploring fingers. She made purring sounds as her nipples were toyed with, teased into even longer erectile points. Her own hand moved down Traci's lushly contoured body, and I knew she was headed back to the pussy she had been fingering a few minutes ago.

She tickled it, making my sister giggle, and then she bent down and took a nipple into the her mouth. She didn't have much lipstick left, after that marathon kiss with Traci, but there were stray traces of bright red on the tanned curve of my sister's big hooters. I was pumping my peter a little harder now, hoping that the sound of my raspy breathing didn't reach the girls' ears and bring this session to an untimely end.

Karen knew what she was doing. She kissed her way down Traci's body, leaving tongue trails and smears of red, and then suddenly she was face down in my sister's crotch, right there in the grass, in front of God, me, and -- well, I guess the only other observer was that goddamn bird. I could hear the greedy guzzling sounds she made as she started to feed on my sister, and I heard Traci squeal in unalloyed delight.

"Do me, too," Karen panted, raising her face for a moment. She tossed her thigh across Traci's pneumatic chest.

"I don't know how," Traci confessed. "And _where_ did you learn all this, you dyke?"

"See what you've missed being my enemy all these years?" Karen smirked. "We could've been having a _lot_ of fun. Oh, shit, it's easy, girl! Just sniff my nookie and stick your face in it. Do to me everything you've ever wished some guy would do to you. And I'll be right down here, giving you exactly what you want. Try it, baby, you'll have no trouble at all. I guarantee!"

And they moved into a position out of my absolutely wildest dreams and fantasies. Sure, I love to watch a couple of chicks doing it in some fuck film, but this was my goddamn sister and my cousin, rolled up in a 69 on our own fucking grass!

I had a better view of Karen at work, the way they were lying now. I had to take it on faith, and from Karen's occasional squeaks and tremoloes, that my sister was actually eating her pussy, but I could see very clearly that Karen had a mouthful of Traci's twat.

She spread the shaven crack wide open, and it expanded into an almost perfectly circular ring of near-scarlet flesh, glossy and gleaming. Her tongue poked into the hole, then came up to suckle at Traci's clitoris for a while, too. From the way Traci wailed, it was pretty obvious her clit was really up for a suckjob, too.

Karen mouthed Traci furiously. She was really into this stuff, no question about it. She jabbed two or three fingers into my big sis, fucking her like a man with them while she kept on nibbling and licking and sucking at Traci's clit. And as she grew more and more energetic, I could tell she was getting something almost as good from my not-so-shy sibling.

Me, I was jacking my dick like a son of a bitch, unable to believe the good luck that had visited me this morning. If I never saw anything like this again, I would remember every fucking moment of this until the day I died, and I expected to beat off three or four times a day, till then, just reliving the sights I was now feasting my beady little eyes upon.

Traci started bucking and writhing, all of a sudden, and I knew she was coming. It didn't look as explosive as when Tori Welles does it in a movie, but it was a vision to remember all the same. She squealed and wrapped her legs around Karen's head, trapping our cousin in that funky, Nair-bare cunt.

Karen sucked her like a trooper, mouthing pussy until Traci's excitement subsided, and then she sat upright, pushing her own snatch down into my sister's scarfing mouth. She played with Traci's tits, feeding my sis on her pussy, and when she reached up to take hold of her own hooters, I knew she was almost there.

My cock was raw by now; I'd almost shucked the skin right off the thing. My nuts ached with the pent-up excitement of the load they were holding back, and as I saw Karen start to quiver, as I heard her say, "Oh, shit, baby, you're gonna make me commmmme ... " I just closed my eyes, squeezed my peter, and let my cum splash onto the floor of the deck. I may even have passed out for a moment, because everything went black and all I knew was that my dick was gushing.

When I opened my eyes, the girls were picking up their discarded clothes and, hand in hand, coming toward the house just like the best of friends.

"Was he really such a dud?" I heard Traci ask, with a giggle, as they passed beneath the deck and entered the house.

"You'd probably get a better fuck from _Paul_," Karen confided, and they both erupted in almost hysterical laughter as they entered the house.

The fucking bitches! Well, they just _might_ get a better fuck from me than from that jerk Tommy. If they never found out, it would be their loss.

And mine, too, goddamn it, I had to concede.

So things have changed a lot in our family. Our folks can't get over how Karen and Traci have stopped their feuding and become as close as sisters. Karen sleeps over a lot now, and some very interesting things take place in Traci's bedroom, after (they think) everyone else in the house is fast asleep.

I'm saving up for a video camera of my own, and as soon as I can figure out how to do it without getting caught, I'm going to bug Traci's room. I don't plan to blackmail her with the tapes, but even though I'll never forget what happened the day our family cats turned into the family pussies, it would be nice to have a souvenir on VHS that I could replay any time I wanted.

Of course, I'm still angling for some way in which I can show the girls that Karen's would-be slur about me was actually right on target, but so far I haven't found the right moment. If I make it, I'll be sure to tell you all about it, so wish me luck, okay? I hope you'll be hearing from me again, real soon.



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