My new wife, Anne, and I started our honeymoon in rural England. We planned to backpack through Europe, but first we had to visit some cousins. My family is huge and scattered across the world. I had never met these cousins before. But we got a great deal. We would stay at my aunt and uncles place and look after it for a month, while they flew abroad to visit my parents.

The cousins that were left behind were a bit of a strange bunch. They all lived nearby, in their own places. But they spent most of their time hanging out at their parents’ house. There are 3 of them, Crispin, Grant, and Paige.

Having grown up where they did, they weren't the worldliest people. They didn't really seem to know what the world was like beyond the boundaries of their little town. They were very impressed with Anne and I and the fact that we had traveled all the way over to England. They asked an infinite number of questions.

They would come over almost every night and just talk. It wasn't long before I noticed the attention that they were paying to Anne. She was beautiful and foreign and enthralling. After the first week they started coming over during the day. Ostensibly to help out with things around the property. But they always managed to stay near Anne.

It was simultaneously cute and a little bit creepy. I didn't say anything, but I did keep a closer eye on them. It was a couple of days later when Anne brought it up to me.

"Have you noticed that your cousins are always around?"

"I think they're into you." I replied. She blushed. It was cute

"That's what I thought might be happening." She replied. "But I didn't want to be too arrogant."

"Did you want me to get them to back off?" I asked.

“No.” She blushed. “It's nice”.

I noticed a bit of a change the next day. Anne was more overtly flirtatious. We were living out of our backpacks by then, so there weren't really many choices to wear more revealing clothing, but Anne tried. Any shirt with a low neckline got brought out, as did the skin tight leggings than Anne had brought for downtime. The one light summer dress that she'd brought went in to heavy rotation.

She would laugh at the dumbest jokes and she became pretty touchy, always resting her hand on someone's forearm or touching their hands a second longer than necessary. It was pretty transparent, but they were hooked. If they'd been around a lot before, it was nothing compared to now. Although they didn't say anything I knew they were skipping school and missing work shifts to be around her. Anne was loving it. It sent her libido skyrocketing. Every night, barely after they left, she couldn't wait to fuck. We did it in every room of that house. Multiple times.

"How far am I allowed to take this?" She asked.

"As far as you want." I told her with a smile.

The next day I was out while Anne took a shower. She heard the front door open and knew that my cousins had come to visit. She got out of the shower and dried off, starting to get herself ready. She opened the door just a crack. She dried her hair, slowly and started to comb it out. She glanced at the mirror. My cousin Crispin was there, in the doorway trying to stay hidden, watching her through the crack.

Anne grabbed some shaving cream and lathered up her legs. She put one leg on the edge of the tub and slowly ran a razor through the foam. She didn't need to shave but being secretly watched made the feelings so intense. She pulled the foam off one leg and turned to the other. She looked up. Crispin was still there, watching her silently. She moved around the bathroom, put her leg up on the toilet instead, so that he could get a view of her exposed pussy, revealed in the mirror. Anne tried to maintain the pretense of shaving. But her whole body felt like it was on fire with the heat of arousal. Her pussy was soaking. She put down the razor and looked at the mirror. She met Crispin's gaze and slowly pushed two fingers into herself. She slid in smoothly and groaned at the sensation. She closed her eyes and ground against her hand.

When she opened her eyes again Crispin had taken out his cock and was stoking himself slowly. She closed her eyes again, fucked herself softly, feeling his eyes on her body, caressing her. She focused on her clit, got faster and faster until she came on her own fingers. She almost fell as her legs buckled in pleasure. When she steadied herself and looked up again Crispin was gone.

The next day Anne and Paige went shopping together. When they returned both were red and giggling. I asked what they'd been doing.

"Just shopping." Anne replied breezing. "And talking."

“Talking about what?” I asked.

"Boys." Paige replied quickly.

"And girls." Anne added. Paige blushed incredibly deeply and excused herself to the bathroom. I asked Anne for details.

"Paige had a lot of questions about sex. I answered honestly."

“Doesn't really explain that blush.” I said.

“Well I answered very honestly. And told her how much I like to eat pussy too. Paige was shocked. But, obviously in to it a bit. So, I let her watch me try on slutty lingerie. We bought something for you." She finished with a laugh. That night I fucked Anne hard in the lingerie she'd bought with my cousin.

Time was running out though. We were getting close to our final departure date. The day before we were supposed to leave Anne asked if I could find a reason to be out of the house. I made myself scarce.

When the cousins came over, they found the house quiet. A short exploration led them to the bedroom. Anne had left the door wide open. She lay in the middle of the master bed and slowly caressed her body.

She didn't look up when they came in, pretending that she didn't see them, that she didn't know they were there. She was dressed in the lingerie that she'd bought with Paige.

She wore a little black shelf bra, a lacy band just below her breasts that pushed her upwards and together. She played with her breasts slowly, caressing the curves, feeling how high and tight the bra made them. She ran her hands down her side, writhing her body at their passages, and then brought them up again. She focused on her nipples, getting then tight against her fingers, against the palms of her hands.

Anne licked her fingers, then rubbed around her nipples, feeling them get harder, straining. She gasped with desire.

She moved her hand slowly down her body, caressing her belly, the tops of her thighs. She was wearing the matching panties that she'd tried on for Paige. Black. Lacy. Crotchless. She spread her legs wide, letting them see her.

She had her eyes open but fixed at the ceiling. She could just barely see my cousins in her peripheral vision. She could hear them shuffling. Still, she pretended that they weren't there

She rubbed the tops her thighs and then dipped her fingers towards her pussy. She moaned in desire, wanting then to hear her. She spread her outer lips, her inner lips, exposing herself to their gaze. She was wet, glistening. She wanted them see to see all of her, to smell the scent of her arousal in the air. She spread her lips with two fingers from one hand, slowly rubbed herself with the fingers of the other.

She thrust her hips upwards against her hand, moaning and gasping, panting heavily. She twisted and writhed beneath her fingers.

She knit two fingers together and pushed them deep into her pussy. Groaning as she did so. She pulled them out and plunged in again. The next time she pulled them out she brought them to her face. She made a show of smelling the delicious scent on her fingers, then fucking her mouth with the same motion she'd used to fuck her pussy. All the while she kept her pussy spread wide with her other hand.

She pushed her pussy soaked fingers deep into her throat, almost gagging herself, before pulling them out and licking them clean.

When she was done, she trailed her hand back between her legs. She paused for a moment, wondering how far to go. She spread her legs wide, as wide as she could. Then, with both hands she reached around her hips, grabbed her cheeks and spread her ass wide.

She could sense my cousin's leaning it. Straining for a look. It wasn't enough. She rolled over onto her stomach and bent over, her breasts pressed into the bed. She peeled off the crotchless panties, tossed them casually in Paige's direction. She grabbed her cheeks and spread her ass, letting them see all of her, her dripping pussy, her tight pink asshole, everything.

She ran one hand back beneath her body, pushed her fingers into her pussy again and sighed loudly. She rocked against herself, fucking her pussy for their pleasure. She felt an orgasm building, moved her fingers towards her clit. Every muscle tensed. Forcefully, shakily, she moved her fingers away. She didn't want to come. Not yet.

Instead, she slid her finger back, past her pussy. She moved to her puckered pink asshole and pushed her finger in. It was tight. Too tight. She brought her finger to her mouth, sucked it until it was soaking, then put it against her asshole again. With one hand she pulled on her ass cheek. With the other she pushed forcefully into her asshole. It was tight and hot and arousing to know that she was being watched.

She pushed past the tight ring of muscles at the entrance of her ass, went deeper inside. She was incredibly tight and hot. Slowly, gently, she fucked her ass while they watched.

She pulled her finger out and spread herself wide once more. Letting them get a good, long look. Then she rolled on her back again. As she did, she saw that Crispin and Grant had their cocks out, that they were jacking off to her performance. She tried not to stare. It felt like acknowledging them would be committing to something she wasn't ready for. Not yet.

Instead, she looked at Paige. Paige was transfixed, fascinated by Anne's body. Her eyes were glazed and her lips were lightly parted. Anne caught her eyes, glanced meaningfully between her legs. Paige blushed and stole a quick look at her brothers. Then she undid the first button of her jeans. She slid her hand inside, beneath the band of her panties, down between her legs. She sighed in relief as she touched her pussy. Her eyes closed briefly, then opened. She didn't want to miss a thing.

Anne lay back and spread her legs wide. She breathed deep, smelling the sex that was in the air. She took her fingers, the ones that had so recently fucked her ass, and sucked on them. Her admirers gasped. Anne fixed her eyes on Paige, watching my cousin masturbate.

Anne fucked her mouth, going deep, getting her fingers drenched. When they were wet enough, slick enough, she fucked her pussy again. Hard. Fast. More for show than anything. Two fingers. Then a third. Then, when she was wet enough, open enough, a fourth.

She pulled back. Took a breath. Circled her clit. Then again, and again. She felt her orgasm building and, this time, she didn't have the strength to resist it. Her muscles tensed. Her hips raised. Her legs clenched together. She could hear the movements around her and it drove her on. Her eyes closed. She thrust upward and she came.

She came hard. Stars seems to swirl behind her eyes. Her entire body tensed and bucked. Over and over. The suddenly relaxed. All energy fled her body. She felt a complete and total release.

She feel back against the bed, eyes still closed. Her breathing slowed. Her muscles were relaxed. Now she was ready. Now she could cross that barrier.

"Fuck me." She breathed. She didn't care who heard, who did it, she just ached, ready to be fucked by my cousins. There was no answer. She waited a moment, then looked up. She was alone. She'd waited a heartbeat too long. She sighed and got up, noticing then that Paige had kept her crotchless panties. She smiled and went for a shower.

We left the next day.

The Chronology of Anne