Halloween Masquerade Disguise Ch. 01

I can at least understand my sister-in-law going with them, being married to my brother. She has no intention of doing anything sexual with anyone. I hope. If she did, they'd all rat her out to my brother, no doubt. Maybe, not, maybe this swingers' dance has the same code that they have in Las Vegas. What happens at the Halloween Masquerade Ball stays at the Halloween Masquerade Ball. Wow! Wouldn't it be great to go to a place where you could be with anyone and everyone and leave without feeling guilty or like you did something wrong? Moreover, wouldn't it be great if no one squealed on you to your spouse or significant other? Now, that's my kind of dance.

Yet, I couldn't help but imagine them all in the orgy room doing men and even doing women. I imagined men lining up to be with the five of them. They are all hot. I imagined them all doing a gangbang. The thoughts of them having hot sex with swingers made me want to touch myself. Okay, I really don't need a reason to touch myself, but you know what I mean.

I couldn't help but think of my Mom and my aunt sucking some guy's cock and swallowing his load. As soon as I thought about that, I thought of my Mom blowing me while I played with her tits. Then, I thought of my aunt blowing me while I played with her tits. Hey, what can I say, I like tits.

While imagining being with my aunt, Jenna looks so much like my aunt that I imagined Jenna was blowing me instead of her mother. While thinking that I was with Jenna instead of my aunt, I imagined being so excited that I humped my aunt's face and fucked her mouth until I shot all that I had.

It made me excited to think of my sister fucking two guys with me being one of the guys. I imagined my sister bent over and naked and fucking some guy doggie style, while I stood in front of her with my cock in her mouth. I imagined playing with her tits and fingering her nipples while she stroked me and sucked my cock. Then, I imagined exploding a load of warm, gooey cum in her mouth, too.

I wondered if it was considered cheating if my sister-in-law had sex with a woman. I imagined my sister-in-law lying on the bed naked while I watched a woman eating her pussy. Then, when I walked up to my sister-in-law, she took my cock in her hand and stroked me before taking my cock in her mouth and blew me. There was my sister-in-law blowing me while a woman was eating her. How hot was that?

Then, there was Jenna. I couldn't bear to think of anyone touching her, but me. I wanted her all to myself. I imagined my cousin naked and holding her arms out wide for me to come to her and to cum in her. I imagined us kissing and making love all night.

No doubt, the ball is an excuse for swingers to have sex with one another. Last year my mother and her sister went as Queens while their daughters went as Princesses. Because my brother is away, this is the first year my sister-in-law is attending the big bash. She was hesitant at first, until they told her that it was just a dance and that they didn't have sex with anyone there. I wonder if she was relieved or disappointed. I wondered if what they told her was the truth. It was more exciting to imagine have sex with other swingers.

Yet, rather than shock and surprise her, they told her upfront that it is a swingers' Halloween dance and that there is only sex if you want it. All you have to do is to say no, if someone is pressuring you for sex, they assured her not to worry that she was safe with them. That's for sure. No one would bother those shrews, for sure. They swore up and down that they don't go there to have sex, but just to have a good time dancing, drinking, laughing, and talking while dressing up in costume.

Yet, I didn't believe them. It wouldn't surprise me if they were all swingers. It wouldn't surprise me if they were fucking and sucking guys and having lesbian sex, too. Definitely, in the case of my aunt and my sister, it wouldn't surprise me if they did women, too.

Okay, maybe, I have an over active imagination that is directly encouraged by the amount of testosterone that surges through my body, but it is exciting to imagine my Mom, my aunt, my sister, and my sister-in-law doing other guys, just as it is exciting to imagine my Mom, my aunt, my sister, and my sister-in-law doing me. I couldn't help but imagine the four of them in bed naked with me in the middle. Only, I can't even imagine my cousin with someone else. I get jealous just thinking of her with another man. I want her; I really want her, all to myself. I don't want anyone even talking to her.

Man, I can't wait for this dance. I'm going to have such a hot time. Only, I need to come up with a disguise. What though? I need to trick my cousin into believing that I'm not only someone else but also that I'm her dream man. Yet, how the Hell can I do that? Yet, if I could accomplish that, she'd be mine.

Always ones to enjoy the spirit of the holidays, they had no idea what costume they would rent this year. Then, after I started calling them the Witches of Eastwick, they all decided to wear the same costume, a witch's costume. Only, I had no idea that they all decided to wear the same costume. Last I heard, before going off with Dave to get made up, was that they couldn't decide what to go as and that they were all wearing different costumes. Women, go figure, they change their minds more than I change my underwear. I will have you know that I change my underwear every day.

Probably the reason why I have the hots for Jenna, ever since puberty, I've had the hots for my aunt Jennie. My aunt Jennie lived next door to us and I was always stealing peeks at her dressing and undressing. I think she knew, too, because she'd leave her blinds open enough to give me a good show. I wouldn't be surprised if she was an exhibitionist, as I wouldn't be surprised if she masturbated thinking about me watching her get dressed and undressed, as I masturbated over her getting dressed and undressed. Over the years, I've seen her naked plenty of times. She's got a wicked good body for an old broad. Not that she's old. She's around 40-years-old, but at only 21-years-old, that's old to me.

Yeah, sure, I went through the regular guy stuff and wanted to bang my sister and my mother, but now that I'm older, I realize that it was just the age and the excessive amount of testosterone that raged through my body as I matured. Now, I only think about banging my mother and my sister when I'm horny, which is, I guess, okay, all the time. Still, you'd have the hots for my Mom and my sister if you saw them, too. You'd want to bang my Mom if she was always flashing you her hot body. You'd want to bang my sister if she was always wrestling you, like Elly Mae Clampett, while wearing a short skirt and flashing you her panty.

There were plenty of times that I accidentally on purpose flashed my mom and my sister my cock. Sometimes, I'd just hang around the house with a loose bathrobe with nothing underneath sitting on the couch like a typical guy and pretending that I wasn't showing when I knew that I was. Sometimes, especially on a hot day, I'd come downstairs wearing just my boxers and all that it took was for me to hug and kiss my Mom good morning and I get a raging hard-on that would sometimes pop out of my underwear. They would both stare, point, and laugh. I always acted embarrassed while stuffing it back inside my underwear.

They always looked, sometimes they stared, but nothing ever happened. A few times they even opened my bedroom door while I was jerking off. Always they stared at my cock and it always took them a few seconds longer to leave, but they always acted embarrassed and apologized later. Still, they'd do it again.

They both gave me plenty of shows, too. My sister was always walking around the house in her bra and panty. It was a game that I played with her reaching out and pulling down her panty as I ran by or pulled up her bra as I walked by her. Then, she'd try pulling down my boxers and we'd start wrestling on the floor. I love wrestling with my sister. I got to touch her every where when I was wrestling with her. I was always feeling her tits and grabbing her ass.

"Mom! This little pervert is trying to see my ass. Mom! This little pervert is trying to feel my tits." It was always the same.

My Mom was more blatant about it. She'd emerged from the bathroom putting on her bathrobe as I was walking down the hall to go pee. She was always flashing me her tits and her pussy. Always, she gave me an erection and always I went back to my room to jerk off over my mom. I think she knew, too. I think she did it on purpose.

Whenever it was a really hot day, my Mom would go to bed naked and I always sneak a peek of her body on the pretense of delivering her a morning cup of coffee.

"Jack, get out! I'm naked."

"Sorry, Mom. I won't look much. I just brought you a cup of coffee."

"Thank you, Baby," she'd say pulling the sheet across her naked body too late.

Both my sister and Mom always top their tops off in the backyard while tanning. I used to charge my friends five bucks for a peek at their tits. I always suspected they knew they were giving my friends a show.

Okay, so what if I think about having sex with my mother and my sister? If you ever saw them, you'd want to have sex with them, too. Only now, after seeing the hottie that my cousin Jenna has become, no longer do I think of my Mom, my sister, my aunt, and my sister-in-law. I only think of Jenna. I'd love to get her in bed. Especially, now that I know that they attend these swinger type parties and have sex with strangers. If Jenna can have sex with strangers, why not have sex with me, her cousin? Damn, there's that banjo music, again.

Yet, I know it's wrong. Being blood related I know it's incest, but Jenna is so gorgeous and we get along so well. It's insane when my dream woman is my cousin and is someone who I am forbidden to have. I sometimes imagine running away with her to Kentucky or West Virginia or Tennessee or wherever they don't question that sort of incestuous behavior. Hey, I'd even learn to play the banjo and make moonshine, if it meant that I could be with and marry my cousin Jenna.

Living next door to one another since we were kids, from classmates to sports to sexual relationships, Jenna and I talk about everything. We're best friends. We flirt, tease, and say a lot of innuendoes back and forth to one another. In the past, while making out, we even did a little touchy feely, but only while wearing our clothes. We never took it as far as I'd like to have taken it. Once, we did a web cam thing and she flashed me her tits, pussy, and ass and I flashed my cock to her. That was hot. I jerked off over seeing her tits, pussy, and ass and showing her my cock for months.

A couple of times, when we kissed for birthdays or other celebrations, such as graduations, I tried slipping her some tongue. She always acted shocked and grossed out, but I think she acted that way because she was embarrassed or uncomfortable. Okay, even I admit, it was a bit weird to try and French kiss my cousin, someone I have known all my life. Yet, I got over feeling weird once I put my arms around her slim waist and slipped my hands down to the top of her ass, pressed my erect cock against her pelvis and kissed her. She made me so excited that I just knew then that she was the one for me.

Man, she's so hot. It wasn't for the lack of sexual attraction that we obvious share for one another. We, unfortunately, are first cousins first and in a civilized society that transposes being man and woman. Only, I wish we weren't cousins. I wish we were just neighbors, the boy and the girl who lived next door. How perfect that would have been? Then, I'd be free to date her. I'd be free to begin a long-term relationship with her and I'd be free to have wild, hot, sex with her every morning and every night.

Last year, I took her to the New Year's Eve bash. We had just broken up with our significant others and were both feeling a bit down that we didn't have anyone to take to the New Year's Eve bash but a cousin. Taking your cousin to the New Year's Eve bash is almost as bad as taking your sister to the Senior Prom. Nonetheless, to be in the company of someone who looked as good and as hot as did Jenna that night, I didn't see my cousin as my cousin but more as an attractive and sexy woman who I wanted to fuck, suck, and lick.

As the evening progressed and the alcohol weaved its way through our nervous systems, we started loosening up. Towards the end of the evening, so enthralled with one another, we even forgot we were cousins, but more best friends. We did some slow dancing and made out a little on the dance floor, but nothing more than just a few pecks on the lips.

When she held me while dancing, she made me feel that I was her boyfriend instead of her cousin. While I rubbed my growing erection against her stomach, she allowed me to rest my hand on the top of her round, firm ass with my other hand in contact with the side of her firm breast. She wore the type of dress that didn't require a bra and her tit was totally accessible. She gave me plenty of down dress views of her tits that night. Damn, I loved that dress, short and slinky, and she looked like a million bucks wearing it, too.

Dancing cheek to cheek with Jenna made me forget about my girlfriend who dumped me and she forgot about her boyfriend who dumped her. Maybe, it was a rebound thing, but we were both aroused. We danced like that, like boyfriend and girlfriend instead of cousins, all night. Besides, we were at a place where there were wall to wall people and no one knew us and knew we were cousins. We were slow dancing so close that I had a constant erection. Surely, she must have felt the hardness of my cock against her soft belly. Surely, she must have known that I wanted her.

At the stroke of midnight we kissed, only this time more passionately. This time, she allowed my tongue to part her lips. This time we French kissed and we continued making out later when we found ourselves alone on the balcony and alone in my parked car in the parking lot. I couldn't believe I was French kissing my cousin, not once or twice, but dozens of times. We were really making out. Jenna is a great kisser. Now, every night, I dreamt about French kissing Jenna and now here I was sticking my tongue in her mouth while feeling her tits.

When alone on the balcony with her, I pushed my pelvis into her pelvis and reached my hands down and felt, grabbed, and squeezed both of her ass cheeks. She has a great ass. I know because I've seen her in a bikini. It didn't take me long to push her up against a dark corner of the wall. While making out with her, I had her dress up in back and was feeling her ass through her panty while she was feeling my cock through my pants. I loved the sensation of feeling her ass through her panty. She has and incredibly firm ass.

Once in the parked car, we did nothing more than make out and touch one another's bodies through our clothes, and it was then that I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I was making her hot with my kisses and with my touches. Only, she was more reticent to cross the incest line than I was. I was ready, but she was not.

With great reluctance on her part and great determination on my part, I did manage to take her tits out and suck her nipples. It was easy with the low cut dress she was wearing because I didn't have to fool around with unhooking a bra. Once, I felt her tits and sucked and fingered her nipples, once I made her hot with my French kisses, she unzipped me, pulled out my cock and stroked me a little bit. I couldn't believe it, but that was it. To my great disappointment and frustration, it didn't go any further than that. Still, the sight of watching her stroke my cock and the feel of her little hand and long fingers around the girth of my prick was even better than I had imagined.

If I were anyone else, she would have gone down on me, I'm sure of it. She would have sucked me off. If I wasn't her cousin, she would have blown me. If it wasn't for the fact that we were so related, she would have fucked me right there in the backseat of the car and we'd be having a hot love affair right now.

I wanted her to suck my cock. I wished that I could have cum in her mouth. I wanted to fuck her in the backseat of the car, but I was happy how the evening progressed. We had a really hot time and if nothing else, it opened the door for more. If nothing else, it showed her that I was as interested in continuing a forbidden relationship as much as she was. After French kissing her, feeling her ass through her panty, feeling and caressing her tits, and fingering and sucking her nipples, at least I had some jerk off material until the next time we found one another alone, vulnerable, and horny even if nothing more ever happened.

The weird part is that my aunt and cousin could be sisters, twin sisters, as my mother and sister could be twin sisters, too. Put the four of them together and your head will spin trying to tell one from the other. They even sound alike when they talk and when they laugh. Now, when you add my sister-in-law to the mix, well, this is too weird to be true. Even as a fiction writer, I couldn't make up this shit. This is a true story.

The same 5'4" height, they both weigh about the same 120 pounds and both take the same dress size. Both are blonde, blue eyed beauties. As is my sister, Jessica, with our Mom, Julie, Jenna is a clone of her mother, Jennie, in nearly everyway, including their size B cup tits. Jenna looks a little like a cross between Kelly Preston, John Travolta's wife, when she played Marnie in Twins with Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Lindsay Lohan, only she's prettier than the both of them. She's a carbon copy of her mother. Lindsay Lohan has been looking a bit fucked over lately. Has anyone else noticed? I think she's doing too much partying, drinking, and drugs. She used to be so pretty.

Now, that they all have the same, long, black witches outfit, especially when they pull their hoods over their heads, if it wasn't so erotically exciting it would be schizophrenic. Instead of seeing double, seeing the same image five times over is as exciting as it is disturbing. Definitely, the five of them together look like clones in a coven.

My cousin is the same age as I am, 21-years-old and her mother is only nineteen years older than she is. My sister is only a year older than me and my brother is a year older than my sister. My Mom started having babies very young.

As did my Mom with her daughter, Jennie had her daughter out of wedlock right after she graduated from high school. She decided to keep the baby and dump her boyfriend. I guess it was a magical moment that only lasted a moment. The weird thing, come to find out later, is that my Mom and my aunt screwed the same guy, which explains why Jenna and Jessica look so much alike. They have the same father. I can hear the banjo music playing in the background already.

My aunt isn't very lucky when it came to men. The man she was dating and was to marry was sent overseas and killed in the Gulf War. Jenna was only 5-years-old when that happened. They were together for 3 years before he died in combat. She's had two failed marriages since that tragic event of losing the supposed love of her life in war. Jenna knew him as Daddy.

No one really knew who Jenna's father was and my aunt never said, until recently, when she told my Mom that Jenna and Jessica's dad is one and the same. They had a blowout fight and didn't speak for a month, which is huge issue for identical twins. Yeah, identical twins are always arguing, but this was different. That's just a twin thing. This was more serious.

So, I guess, my sister Jessica and my cousin Jenna are more step sisters than they are cousins. Okay, maybe, we do need a scorecard to keep the players straight in this story. Jimmy and I have different fathers, too, but the same mother. I guess, an understatement, the women in my family are a bit promiscuous, which may explain why I'm always so horny and why they always expose their naked bodies to me. Now, you know why I think they may be swingers.