Honey, are you in there?

We both stopped and looked at each other with terrified glances. We were fucked. I had thought it was my aunty going down on my cock, and I hadn’t realized until it was too late, and my cousin (her daughter) had sat on my shaft.

I’d just finished unloading a blast of cum that was the result of some highly inappropriate actions at the top of a nearby mountain this morning with my aunty. She’s not a blood relative, but through marriage. I thought she’d come to my tent in the middle of the night to finish off what we’d started. This is where the story got interesting. It turned out that my auntie's daughter (Harriet) had watched the whole event this morning from the safety of the tree line. She’d arranged the midnight liaison under the auspices of being her mother. She’d come in the dark of night and gone down on my thick cock without a word. She’d offered me her pussy to eat out while she inhaled my shaft. Then, just as she sat on my hard cock, she spoke for the first time. It was indeed my cousin. Not my aunty.

A trigger had been pulled, and I couldn’t stop. We fucked like wild animals up until I’d lost a monstrous load of built-up sexual tension across the length of my tent, all over my naked cousin, including her face.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” Harriet whispered to me as she wiped my cum off her face.

“No, Mom. It’s not me in here. I’m asleep in my bedroom inside.”

“Honey, are you OK?” came her mother’s reply.

Winking at me as she rubbed the cum on her body all over her tits and stomach, she spoke again.

“Seriously, I’m not here. If I were, I’d be fine.”

“Do you want me to come in?” Jody queried once again.

Harriet whispered to me, “No, there’s already enough cum in here,” before saying to her mother, “Nah, all good.”

“Ok, sweetie. Goodnight.” Footsteps could be heard traipsing back up to the house.

“Jesus, we’re fucked!” I said to my cousin.

“Why?” she replied. “Do you think Mom’s going to tell anyone that I was in your tent?” “I saw what happened this morning. She knows what happened this morning. You know what happened this morning. We’re fine. Anyway, she doesn’t know what happened.”

Harriet finished cleaning herself up as best she could before donning her clothes and stealthily making her way back to her room upstairs in the main house.

The rest of that night was a mix of sleep like the dead combined with tossing and turning. The unlikely mix of sexual gratification unlike any I’d experienced prior, combined with the guilt of having your unbelievably hot cousin sit on your hard cock and you not stopping.

The next couple of days were a mix of awkward interactions between both me and my aunty and me and my cousin. There was still sexual tension between them, even though this was not shared. I’d wanted so desperately to fuck my hot aunty. We’d almost gotten there on that mountaintop. I was sure she wanted it to happen as well.

I’d tried to play it down in my head, but the visuals and memories of her in that outfit, undoing her buttons for me every time my arrogant uncle made some stupid statement, had gotten me and her wound up like a sexual typhoon.

A couple of uncomfortable days later, it was time for our traditional last formal meal together for the trip. This involved dressing reasonably formally and having a proper meal with dignified conversation and a few drinks.

I was sick of wondering if and how I was ever going to get an opportunity like I’d had a few days earlier again. So I threw caution to the wind and hatched a plan to see if there was a chance for this trip, or if this would go down as one of the biggest “nearly” of my life.

I simply reconstructed the same game, except this time, I was going to be the main executioner. Aunty Jody simply had to be present.

Just as we were all getting dressed for the dinner, I found a pen and scrawled a message on the front of one of the napkins: “Same rules apply. Wear something with buttons!” before tearing it off and folding it tightly into a small square.

As I passed by Jody, I covertly tucked it into her pocket. As she felt my finger tap her on the waist, her head jerked around to look at me. I simply gave her a subtle wink before carrying on with my job of setting the table before we adjourned to get dressed.

As I sat down at my place about fifteen minutes later, Harriet passed by me and set a small plate in front of me. As she brought her hands back, she dropped a small piece of paper in my lap, right on my crotch, so that it wouldn’t fall out and roll on the ground. I slyly tucked it into a hip pocket to read later.

A moment later, my mother asked me to fetch a missing sauce from the kitchen. I was more than happy to oblige. As I was alone, getting the requested condiment, I snatched the paper out and unwrapped it. It was the other half of the napkin I had used earlier. Scrawled on it was, “Deal me in as well. My button is an inch of zipper instead. BTW, Mum doesn’t know.”

“What the fuck!” I thought to myself. Somehow, Harriet had worked out what my plan was. She had also worked out how I had sent her mother the note, then gone to the effort of using the exact same napkin in some sort of poetic gesture.

So, Jody was wearing a formal business shirt with all the buttons done up, including the cuffs. Her collar was neatly pressed and turned down in a formal and altogether sexy, sleek look. She’d gotten the message and was definitely interested in playing.

Her daughter was wearing a full-body khaki jumpsuit with a zipper that ran from the waist up to the collar. As a sort of nod to modern fashion, it had a wide waistband sewn into the garment that could allow the wearer to tighten the fabric into a tight, form-fitting style around the hips and waist. Harriet had decided against this option, choosing to wear the garment as loose as possible, with the zipper fully closed, resting at her chin.

When we all sat at the table, I noticed that Harriet had quietly changed her seating position to be opposite me. She had also positioned the two biggest bodies between her and her mother. I assumed this was to ensure that Jody didn’t see what was happening. We had my uncle and aunty, my parents, and my cousins Harriet and Tyler, as well as another family who were not related to us but had been family friends for years. They were our parents’ age. All up, there were eight at the dinner table.

We sat.

My heart started to beat a little harder as I felt the starter's pistol go off in my head.

The conversation started as we all began to load our plates with the evening's offerings.

Seeing as though it was the last night on the break, I decided to bring up work when we all got back to normal life.

“So Neil (my uncle’s name is Neil), what big stuff are you working on back in the office?”

“Oh,” he replied, “we’re just finishing off a big project that’s been in the pipeline for a while now. It was going to shit until a few months ago.”

I sensed my opportunity a lot earlier than I’d expected…

“Did you have to step in to get it over the line?” I just went straight for the jugular. I wanted to turn on my aunty. I wanted to turn on my cousin.

He went for the bait.

“Well, if I hadn’t, then the company would’ve lost millions.” He continued on to explain in depth to all and sundry how he individually saved jobs, revenue, company standing, reputation, and all the other trimmings.

I didn’t care for any of it. I was watching my aunty and my cousin using my peripheral vision. I wasn’t looking at them, but they knew I was definitely looking at them. Well, Jody knew I was looking at her. Harriet knew I was looking at both.

I saw Jody move first. She lifted her left arm and undid her wrist cuff button. At that very moment, Neil made some statement that was an opening for me to shake my head in disbelief at the incompetence of some colleague or other of his.

“Oh, you’re joking!” I said in reply to his statement, along with the associated shaking of my head. I kept shaking my head as I looked at Neil, then let my drift wander to my aunty, where I fixed her a stare as I continued. Our eyes met for a moment.

She subtly reached both arms below the tabletop and fiddled with something at her waist height. As she brought them back up, she also redid her cuff button. She’d opened the lowest button and done up the cuff.

In the corner of my view, I caught a glimpse of Harriet moving her arm. I looked to see her glide her index finger up her zipper and pause with her fingertip on its edge. She glanced over to me before slowly tipping the tab upwards to release the zip.

It slid down a couple of inches of its own accord. She subtly grabbed the lever and lifted the zip an inch before folding the tab back over to the locked side.

I’d had payment for my first arrogant uncle bingo.

Dinner continued, and alcohol flowed.

Discussion topics came and went. Sometimes I went for a long shot, hoping to coax an ‘I’ statement from Neil by talking with another person about something I knew he thought he was an expert on.

“Mum, was Dad ever any good at mathematics when you first met him?” Neil was apparently better. Button number two was undone. Inch number two of her zipper was lowered.

Sensing another pissing contest between the older males in the room, I had another idea for a topic…

“Do you guys think key decisions are better made by committees or by a person who knows the feel of the project?

Neil thought the person was a better option. From his experience of himself, in any case.

Button number three, inch number three.

There were more eyes coming for me now. Jody had a slight twist in her smile. She knew what I was doing and was enjoying the delicate balance of conversation, white wine, and the sexiness of our game.

Harriet was all laughs with Tyler and me. She teased the others with her sense of humor and harmless banter but kept glancing over in my direction.

At one point, she stretched her hands over her head and brought her hands behind her own back. Quickly checking no one was watching, she grabbed her jumpsuit material and bunched it behind her back, tightening the fabric across her chest.

She stared at me as she pulled the fabric tight. It was obvious that she was getting hard nipples, as they stood out through the khaki fabric like a couple of bullets.

“Jesus, she isn’t wearing a bra!” I thought to myself.

Oh, how amazing her bust looked for that momentary flash of time. I had a memory of our midnight liaison earlier in the week. How her tits had bounced as I ruthlessly pounded my cock into her depths. The thought of her mother’s tongue on my cock on that mountaintop had me wound up tighter than a snare drum.

Now the game was on again, and I was more the player than Jody. Hopefully, Neil wouldn’t catch on. That’d be a disaster.

I’d successfully gotten my aunty to unbutton three of her shirt buttons. Without her knowledge, I had also had my cousin lower her full-length jumpsuit zipper three inches.

Jody had taken to taking longer moments to look in my direction. Outwardly, it would have looked like she was concentrating intently on me when I was speaking. In honesty, she was looking me up and down before I spoke and lingering after I had finished. Her right index finger had started to trace up and down her shirt buttons. It looked almost subconscious.

It wasn’t.

I went fishing again: “Neil, what gave you the confidence to back yourself even when others couldn’t achieve what was needed?”

His usual reply started. I heard the bit I was after and then lost concentration as I tried to listen intently.

“It’s an experience and confidence thing, young man,” he started. “Experience grows confidence, and confidence is contagious in business. That’s why I….”

My eyelids flickered as I heard the magic “I.” Jody looked downwards and smirked to herself. Harriet looked at her mother from the other side of the table and smirked to herself, then looked at me.

I fake-scratched at my throat for a second when I finally got Jody’s attention. I feigned loosening an imaginary necktie as she glanced my way. I wanted her to start with the buttons at the top of her shirt.

She complied. Subtly, she slid her index finger up her buttons again and gently flicked the top button. The pressure of her having her collar folded down meant that the button sprang from its position easily.

Harriet, in turn, took a sip from her wineglass and used the glass to obscure her other hand, which she used to lower her zip another inch.

Four buttons on my aunty, four inches of zip from my cousin.

We finished up our meal. I offered to collect the plates and take them to the kitchen.

Jody rose and said she was going to cut up our dessert pie in the kitchen while the others freshened their white wines and sat chatting at the table.

As I placed the plates on the kitchen bench top, Jody moved past me to get to the cutting board on the far side of me with the pie that had been in the refrigerator. As she passed me, she idly whispered, “You are making me so horny. What is this effect you have on me?”

I didn’t look up but replied while looking down at the sink where I was rinsing off the plates.

“You. You do the exact same. I’ve never seen a business shirt look so fuckable.”

Her reply came fast. “Good answer. That’s worth a button.”

I instantly stopped what I was doing. Without hesitating, I walked over to my aunty and traced my fingers up her line of buttons exactly as she had been doing during dinner. I ran my hands over her breasts and momentarily squeezed them together as I reached the second button from the top of her shirt collar. I undid it as I kissed her fully and deeply for the briefest of moments. Her tongue wandered out of her mouth and met mine.

An instant later, I was back at the sink, and she was back cutting dessert into single portions.

Our family friends brought dirty cutlery and glasses into the kitchen and dropped them into the dishwasher before exiting.

Harriet was next to come into the kitchen. She innocently asked her mother if she needed any help. Jody asked her to get the dessert plates.

She obliged.

As she moved past her mother's turned back, she pressed her firm bust up against me as she moved in to my far side to get access to the cupboard containing the plates. Her cleavage dragged across my shoulder and arm. My arm fell into the depths between my cousin’s breasts, which was hidden by the loose fabric of her jumpsuit.

She looked at me with her emerald-green eyes and simple blonde ponytail. Sections of hair had washed over her face, which she’d tucked behind her ears. By the feel of her tits, it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

As she leaned forward to get the plates from the cupboard on my right-hand side, Harriet reached out for my right hand using her left. She drew my hand down and over her breast as she was bending forward to retrieve the plates. For a moment, I was cupping my cousin’s khaki-clad breast. I rubbed my fingers over her stiff nipple and gently squeezed it before quickly cupping her whole breast from underneath.

I’d forgotten just how succulent they were. I’d seen them in the flesh only a few nights previous, and yet their firm, smooth, and natural state had still been lost on me.

Just as quickly, she had gotten the plates and stood up as though nothing had happened.

Back at the dinner table, things took another turn for the surreal. The gentle drip of good company with good wine had everyone in a jolly mood. Our dessert was served up, and thanks were given to the chefs.

My aunty had five buttons undone on her shirt, three on the bottom and two on the top.

Harriet had four inches of zip lowered on her jumpsuit. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. To be honest, this all had me in a state of perpetual semi-arousal. If I had to suddenly stand, there’d be some serious questions asked.

“Dad,” Harriet spoke to her father. “Do you think you could still drive?” She reached up for her zipper even before he’d started to speak.

“I don’t know, honey. I’d be fine, but I’m not sure what the police would think!” His confidence was starting to spill over the dam wall.”

“Holy shit!” I thought to myself. “She knows her father inside and out!” Harriet had just gotten three “I’s” out of her father in one sentence. 

She didn’t immediately lower her zip. Harriet knew her mother would act first, as she wasn’t aware that Harriet was playing.

Jody asked the other guests whether they’d be interested in sharing a cab into town. As they discussed their thoughts, she quietly flicked two buttons off her top open and lowered her hands and did the third button from the bottom. She now had the top four...