Thanksgiving With Peter

We got to my house Wednesday morning before Thanksgiving. My parents welcomed Peter like he was their own son. Two of my three sisters were there along with my aunt and uncle, with their daughter, Carli, (my cousin) who was year older than me. Carli was hot. My aunt and uncle took my bedroom and Carli stayed upstairs in the bedroom of my sister that didn't come home because she went to her husband's family. Peter and I got the couch in the basement.

The day was spent hanging out, snacking and having some beers while my mom and sisters began to prepare for tomorrow. Carli was flirting with Peter a lot, and he was flirting back. At lunch, Carli sat beside Peter. He kept looking at me across the table and rolling his eyes. After lunch, I asked him what was up. He told me Carli was playing with him under the table. She started out putting a hand on his knee, gradually moving up to rubbing his inner thigh and finally squeezing his balls through his jeans.

That night everybody went to bed. Peter and I were in the basement, still dressed. Playing cards and watching TV. Peter was wearing a pair of my button-fly jeans and a T shirt. I was dressed the same. We heard a voice from the stairs call out quietly, "Hello." It was Carli. "What are you guys doing? Can I hang out with you for a while?" We said of course. She sat on the couch between us with her eye on Peter. "What are you playing?" she asked. We were playing Go Fish. Carli said, "Do you guys want to make it more interesting?" "Like what?" I said. "Let's play strip poker." "Carli! You are my cousin!" I said. She said, "Do you remember when we were little we used to take baths together? We've already seen each other naked, and I'd love to see how you have grown. Are you in, Peter?" Carli asked.

We appeared to be equally dressed. Peter and I both had on socks and Carli was wearing sweatpants, a long t shirt and socks. So the game was on. Peter lost the first round, I lost the second, and we both had taken off our shirts. After a couple more hands Peter and I had both lost our socks and Carli had lost her top and socks. She had an unfair advantage because of the bra. Her tits looked great with just that sexy bra covering them. She lost the next hand and took off the sweatpants. Her dark panties had an obvious wet spot. Peter lost the next hand and his face turned white. He pulled off the jeans and his half-hard dick flopped out. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I said, "Asshole, those are my jeans with your dick all in them." 

Carli's eyes locked on Peter's dick, which caused him to stiffen even more. "Holy shit, Peter, can I touch it?" asked Carli. "Hold on," said Peter, "I'm the only one nude here. Let us see your tits and you can touch it." She popped off her bra and her beautiful tits sprang forth with rock-hard nipples. My dick was about to knock a button off my jeans and Peter's went to full instantly. Carli poked his boner with one finger at first, making it swing back and forth, and then she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. Peter responded by rubbing her tits with both hands. Carli was sitting between us and she looked over at me and said, "OK, cousin, I want to see yours too." I had my pants and boxers off in five seconds and I said, "You can touch mine, too." 

Carli had her right hand around Peter's cock and her left hand around mine. The wet spot on her panties was spreading. She began to slowly stroke both of us at the same time. Peter put his left hand down her panties and found the spot. Carli's head went back and her legs spread as she moaned with pleasure. Peter could have it. I wasn't going there with my cousin, but it was so hot watching as she continued to stroke both our cocks. She stopped and took her soaking panties off. Then she turned around and sat on Peter's knees facing him and put both her hands around his cock and stroked while he worked her clit with his fingers. She was bouncing up and down, bucking and moaning. I was left with only my own hand on my cock and I was getting close to busting from watching the hot action. I got up on my knees on the couch beside them and blew my load all over both of them. Peter said, "Oh shit, I'm about to cum." Carlie got off his knees and kneeled on the floor in front of Peter and said, "Cum on my tits." Peter thrust his hips forward just as the cum began to fly, splattering all over Carli. Peter fell back onto the couch with a groan. Carli leaned forward, taking Peter's cock in her mouth, cleaning the cum off of it. Peter's feet came up in the air and he let out a satisfied gurgling sound.

Carli came back from cleaning up in the bathroom and brought Peter and I a towel. "Maybe we can play again tomorrow night boys." She got dressed and headed back upstairs for the night. But first, she gave Peter a deep kiss on the mouth.

We got cleaned up and started settling down for the night. I said, "Peter, I don't care if you wear my jeans, but have the decency to put on some underwear!" He said, "I'm sorry, it's just they are so soft and, you know." We got in our sleeping bags on the sectional couch, our heads meeting in the corner. In the dark, I felt Peter's hand on my shoulder. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it. "I told you coming home with me for Thanksgiving would be fun, didn't I?"