Malcolm - A Boy, his willing Aunt, and two eager Cousins.

Aunt Trish finally sees him as a man. Malcolm, a 14-yr old, takes her. Later he shares his new skills and confidence with his very eager cousins, Wendy & Carol.

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
Reader discretion is advised.
_________________________________________________

I was stewing in my room, my mind a reel of Eleanor's expertise, Melissa's submission, and what I should have been doing with Holly. My mom knocked and came in, beaming.
"Great news! Your cousins are here! Dad just picked them up from the airport, they'll be home any minute."
I’d completely forgotten. "Carol and Wendy?"
"Yep! They're going to stay with us for a few days while your aunt and uncle get some much-needed time alone. It'll be so nice to have the family together. Just five days!"
My first reaction was pure annoyance. More people in the house? More obstacles? But then the name "Carol" hit me. I remembered the last family BBQ. Her, two years older, pulling me behind the garage. The smell of her cheap perfume, the wet, sloppy kiss she'd planted on my lips. And I remembered my own reaction: panic, confusion, and running away like a little kid.
A slow, dangerous smile spread across my face. The annoyance vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. Five days. That's not an obstacle. That's a deadline.
They arrived, and the house was suddenly full of noise. Carol was taller now, her body filling out in ways it hadn't before. She kept looking at me, a shy, hopeful smile on her face. She was the one who'd had the crush. She was the one who'd been "easy." But now, I was the one with the experience. I wasn't going to run away this time. I was going to turn that table so hard it would spin.
The next night, my parents took Wendy out for ice cream, leaving Carol and me alone. I knew what I had to do. I went into the upstairs bathroom, leaving the door ajar. I stripped off my clothes and turned on the shower, letting the room fill with steam. I stood in front of the mirror, my cock already hard and ready. I heard her footsteps in the hall. She was coming to use the bathroom. She pushed the door open, not expecting anyone.
She froze. Her eyes locked on my reflection in the mirror, on my naked body, on my erect cock. I turned, feigning surprise, making no move to cover myself. Her mouth fell open. She was shocked, but she didn't look away. Her eyes were wide, fixed on my dick.
"Oh my God! Malcolm! I'm so sorry!" she stammered, but she didn't leave. She just stood there, transfixed.
I slowly wrapped my hand around my cock and gave it a long, deliberate stroke. Her mouth opened wider, and I swear I saw her tongue flick out, like she was salivating. She heard a noise from downstairs—my dad's car pulling in—and she fled, finally breaking the spell.
I dressed and checked on why they were back so early.
"Malcolm, we're all going to the mall!" my mom announced from the living room, her voice bright. "Wendy needs some new things for school, and I could use a new scarf. You should come!"
"I'm good," I said, not even looking up from my book. "I've got a ton of studying to do."
"Carol? Sweetie? You coming?" my mom called.
Carol was on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up, and her eyes found me immediately. A small, knowing smile played on her lips. "I can't," she said, her voice perfectly casual. "I've got a big history test I need Malcolm's help with."
My mom beamed. "Oh, that's wonderful! You two helping each other. So responsible!" She grabbed her purse. "Alright, honey, let's go."
As my parents headed for the door, my dad lingered for a moment in the hallway, catching my eye. He gave me a subtle, almost imperceptible wink. He'd seen Carol try to kiss me at that barbecue a couple of years ago. I remembered his knowing look then. He probably thought a sixteen-year-old girl's attention would be good for his shy son, a little boost for his confidence. Maybe it would even help me with Holly. If he only knew. If he had any idea about the real nature of my recent "education," he wouldn't be winking. He'd be barricading me in my room.
The front door clicked shut. The house was suddenly, wonderfully quiet. Carol and I were alone.
I waited ten minutes. Ten minutes of agonizing, throbbing anticipation. I could hear the water running upstairs. I stood up, my movements fluid and deliberate. I stripped off my clothes in my room, my cock already hard and heavy. I wrapped a towel loosely around my waist, low on my hips.
I walked down the hall and into the steam-filled bathroom. The glass shower door was opaque with fog. I could see the soft, feminine shape behind it, a blur of pale skin and moving water. I didn't hesitate. I reached out and pulled the door open.
She gasped, spinning around, she didn’t cover her breasts. They were perfect. Water streamed down her body, over her flat stomach and the neat patch of dark hair between her legs. Her eyes were wide with mischief.
Then they focused on my face. They were inviting. Her hands slowly lowered, falling to her sides. She didn't scream. She just stared, her eyes wide and dark, drinking in the sight of me. Her gaze dropped from my face, down my chest, to the towel, and then to the hard cock pushing against the terry cloth.
She didn't say a word. And that silence, that hungry, shocked silence, was the only invitation I needed.
I dropped my towel and stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over both of us. She looked down at my hard cock, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "Oh, boy," she breathed, her voice husky. "You have grown."
I stepped up and took her in my arms. The kiss was nothing like the one behind the garage. It was me who was in control now. I surprised her even more by grabbing her ass and lifting her up. She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I pinned her against the slick, cool tiles. My erect cock pressed right against her pussy. She felt it, and she reached down between us, taking my shaft in her hand and positioning the head at her entrance.
"Push in," she commanded.
I did. I thrust forward, and I met resistance. Her hymen. I hesitated for a second, and she just dug her nails into my shoulders.
"Don't stop," she whimpered.
I pushed through, burying myself to the hilt inside her. She cried out, a sharp, pained sound that quickly melted into a moan. I held her there for a moment, letting her adjust, then I began to move. I fucked her against the shower wall, my strokes hard and deep. The water slicked our bodies, the sound of our flesh slapping together mixing with her cries and my own ragged grunts. She was so tight, so hot. It was nothing like Melissa, nothing like Eleanor. This was raw, frantic, teenage fucking.
I moved us over, until we were sitting on the built-in shower bench and pulling her on top of me. She rode me, her hands on my shoulders, her head thrown back. I watched my cock disappear into her, over and over. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and biting as she bounced on my lap.
"I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her body tensing.
"Me too," I grunted.
She added, her voice a ragged whisper against my ear, “I’m on the pill – fill me!”
I stood up again, spinning her back around to face the wall. I fucked her from behind, my hips pistoning, driving into her with everything I had. I felt her pussy clench around me as she came, a long, wailing moan echoing off the tile. It sent me over the edge. I slammed into her one last time and exploded, flooding her with my cum.
For a moment we were both still, just the sound of the water and our ragged breaths. She turned in my arms, her eyes wide and searching. "Fuck," she breathed, taking my jaw in her hand and pulling me down for a deep, possessive kiss. "Where did that come from?"
We stood there for a long time, the water washing over us, both of us shaking and breathless. I could see it in her eyes—the shock, the awe, and a hunger that demanded to know more. She wanted to experience everything her fourteen-year-old cousin had learned.
"Mom will have them back too soon for us to play again," I said, my voice low and deliberate.
I took her in my arms, and we kissed again, a slow, passionate kiss that was full of promises. When our lips parted, she giggled, a wicked, knowing sound. "I don't need to teach you about kissing!"
I had five days to take the girl who once made me feel like a scared little boy and make her mine. Day one was a resounding success.
Three Cousins - Alone
The house was quiet. Dad was working late, and Mom was at the movies with her friends. We had eaten pizza an hour ago, and the remnants of the cardboard box and greasy napkins were still on the kitchen counter. I was in my room, headset on, locked in a firefight with my friends online. I wanted to be left alone. The game was my escape, the one place where the complicated, messy reality of my life didn't exist.
Downstairs, I could hear the faint sound of the movie Wendy was watching. Then it stopped. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps on the stairs. They weren't my mom's. They were lighter. They passed my door and went down the hall to Carol's room. I ignored it, focusing on the screen.
Then my own bedroom door creaked open. Carol slipped in, closing it softly behind her. She didn't say anything, just walked over to my bed and watched me play for a minute. I could feel her presence, a warm distraction. Finally, I paused the game and pulled off my headset.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," she whispered back. "Bored."
She didn't wait for an invitation. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me right there my bed. The feel of her weight, the warmth of her body through our clothes, was instant. I was hard in a second. She leaned in, and our lips met. This the kiss from the shower. This was hungry, impatient. Her tongue found mine, and we were lost in it, a wet, swirling dance.
I was so focused on her, on the taste of her mouth and the pressure of her body on my cock, that I almost missed it. A slight movement in my peripheral vision. A shadow at the door that hadn't been there a second ago.
It was Wendy.
She was standing there, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly agape in shock. She was watching us. Watching her sister sitting on my lap, our tongues tangled together.
The sight of her—so innocent, so unexpected watching us—sent a jolt straight through me. My cock, already hard, twitched violently against Carol's pussy. Carol felt it, and she giggled into my mouth, a low, throaty sound of satisfaction.
I pulled back, my breath catching. Carol looked at me, surprised by the sudden stop. Then she followed my gaze to the door, to her little sister standing there like a statue.
"Wendy…" Carol breathed. She wasn't angry. She was just caught, frozen with no idea what to say. If Wendy said anything to our parents, to her parents, we were all dead.
But I saw an opportunity. A different kind of game. "Come in," I said, my voice soft. I gave Wendy a friendly, inviting smile, the kind that disarmed adults and made girls trust me.
She responded to it, stepping into the room and quietly closing the door behind her, sealing us all in.
"What were you guys doing with your tongues?" she asked, her voice small and full of genuine, innocent confusion. "That's not kissing."
Carol and I shared a look. "Kissing with your tongue is what people who really like each other do," Carol explained, trying to sound like the mature older sister. "It's an amazing type of kissing."
Wendy crooked her head, thinking about it. "It feels good?" she asked. Her eyes were fixed on me. She always thought I was cute, I knew that.
"Yes, very much so," I replied. I was assessing her in a new light. She was so young at fourteen, so unformed, but I could see the shape of the pretty girl she was becoming. I had to remind myself, she was my age.
"Would you like to try?" I asked. I could feel Carol's stare burning into me, a mix of shock and jealousy. I looked Carol right in the eyes, my expression firm. "She's not going to say anything if she's in on it... a little," I pushed.
It worked. Carol's defiance wavered, replaced by a reluctant curiosity.
Wendy didn't hesitate. She climbed up onto the bed and scrambled over to us. Carol, after a moment's hesitation, gave up her spot on my lap. I knew she'd miss the hard pressure of my cock against her. But Wendy was already taking her place, climbing onto my lap before either of us could say another word.
The look on my face must have been one of pure shock and arousal. And there she was, my other cousin, Wendy. Face to face with me. "Who starts?" she asked, looking to both of us for guidance.
I smiled, placed a hand on her soft cheek to steady her, and moved in. I centered her, letting my lips meet hers. They were softer than Carol's. Malcolm and Wendy were kissing. Then I gently pushed my tongue out, tracing the seam of her lips. Wendy opened her mouth, a small gasp, and then tentatively copied my actions. It was clumsy and sweet.
And as this was happening, Wendy felt something hard pressing into her privates. I knew she'd started masturbating recently; she'd let it slip once to Carol (who for some reason told me). This pressure was new, precise, and she started to grind against it instinctively, her small hips rocking as my tongue in her mouth lit up her whole body.
Carol couldn't help it. Watching her little sister make out with Malcolm, watching her dry hump him, made her so horny she could barely stand it. And so jealous. She wasn't stopping this.
But I did. I gently pushed Wendy back by her shoulders. It took every ounce of my will. "Why did you stop? I was liking that!" Wendy moaned, her voice thick with frustration. She reflexively rubbed her small breasts through her shirt.
"Because you need to share," I said, my voice husky. "And you... you were about to make me cum." I hadn't meant to say it, but the words just came out. I wanted to see where this moment would go.
"What's that?" Wendy asked, her eyes wide. She looked to Carol for an explanation.
"The thing you were rubbing against," Carol said, her voice a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "That's a boy's penis. You rub it for a long time, it will cum."
Wendy looked down at my lap, at the distinct ridge poking up in my jeans. "Wow," she breathed. "I liked how it felt, pressed against me!"
"That would have made you cum, too," I said. I could see in Carol's eyes that she had surrendered completely to wherever this was going.
"I want to continue," Wendy said, her voice full of youthful enthusiasm. She went to climb back into position on my lap.
"No," I said, my voice firm, taking control. "Not like that." I moved Wendy off my lap, then stood and removed my sweat pants, and my boxers down. My cock sprang free, hard and thick. Both girls stared, Wendy with wide-eyed curiosity and Carol with hungry familiarity.
"Carol," I said. "Show her."
Carol looked at me, then at her sister, and a wicked, decisive glint appeared in her eyes. She knelt on the bed in front of me. "You watch," she said to Wendy. Then she took my cock in her hand and leaned forward, taking me into her mouth. She showed Wendy how to use her tongue, how to take me deep, how to cup my balls. She took me shallow first, working the head like a lollipop, then after some time she took me deep, long strokes. I was moaning so much, from the pleasure. It was a demonstration, but it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.
"Your turn," Carol said, pulling back with a wet pop.
Wendy hesitantly took her place. She copied her sister, her small mouth stretching around my head. It was heavenly. "Okay, stop," I said after a minute, pulling away gently. I was too close.
“Why?” Wendy asked. She clearly loved the feeling she was getting from having my cock in her mouth.
"We want to show you everything," Carol said, a pout in her voice.
Carol stood up and quickly stripped off her clothes, her movements confident and sure. Instead of lying on the bed, she climbed back into my lap, facing me. "Like this," she whispered, spreading her legs. She reached down, gripped my cock, and impaled herself in one smooth, fluid motion. A groan escaped my lips.
Carol began to ride me, rising and dropping, hard, over and over again. The force of it stole my breath. "Fuck—you feel amazing," I grunted, my hands on her hips, guiding her.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Wendy. She was rubbing herself, one hand shoved down into her pajama pants, the other under her top, pinching a small nipple. I met Carol's gaze, then slowly pushed up hard from the chair, driving myself deep inside her. We found a rhythm, fucking with long, deep strokes, a perfect, explicit demonstration for our audience.
"See?" I grunted, looking directly at Wendy. "Like that."
I could feel myself getting close again. I wrapped an arm around Carol's back, holding her tight as I stood, lifting her with me. I lowered her onto the mattress without ever pulling out. I grabbed her legs, flipped her over onto her stomach, and she let out a surprised laugh that turned into a shout as I impaled her again from behind. I fucked her like that, hard and fast, until I came with a shuddering groan.
I needed a minute. I knelt on the bed, my cock still slick and glistening as I pulled out. I turned to Carol, who was lying on her side, catching her breath. I leaned down and buried my face between her legs, my tongue finding her clit. I ate her pussy with a new intensity, and she came almost instantly, a sharp scream that she muffled with a pillow.

While she was still shaking, I looked over. Wendy was peeling off her own clothes, her small body pale and perfect in the dim light. She looked at my cock, then at Carol. She leaned in and hesitantly tasted me, her tongue flicking out to lick the head.
"Okay, enough for now," I said, gently pushing her back. This was the final step. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. "Wendy, you're not on the pill. We have to use this."
Wendy saw that her sister didn’t use one, "Are you sure?" she asked. "I don't have to."
I just nodded, and determined. "I'm sure."
I rolled on the condom and positioned myself on the bed, between her legs. I pushed in slowly, carefully, until I met the barrier of her hymen. I looked her in the eyes. "This might hurt," I warned.
She just wrapped her arms around my neck. "Do it."
I pushed through. She cried out, a small, sharp sound, but then her body relaxed. I held myself inside her for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling, then I began to move. I fucked her gently, slowly, savoring the tight, incredible feel of her. It didn't take long for me to finish, a powerful, shuddering release that left me drained.
But I wasn't done. I pulled out, disposed of the condom, and moved back to her. I spread Wendy's legs and, just as I had for Carol, I ate her pussy. I licked and sucked her clit until she came, her small body arching off the bed, a silent scream on her lips.
Through it all, Carol was watching. She was lying on her side, her legs still spread, her hand between them, furiously masturbating to the sight of her little sister losing her virginity on my bed.
Seeing my older cousin watching us, her eyes dark with lust, was an intoxicating rush. I finished lapping up Wendy’s cum and shifted my focus. Carol, her hand finally tiring, moved it aside. I dove in, my tongue finding her clit and working it relentlessly until she was trembling and pushing me away, crying out as she came again and again. “God, that was amazing,” Carol breathed. “You looked so hot, Wendy, being fucked by Malcolm.” The girls were glowing with shared bliss, and I felt a powerful sense of satisfaction. “Alright, you two. Go get showered before my parents come home!” I said. Carol rose on shaky legs, pulling me into a deep, satisfied kiss. Wendy did the same, and with a final smile, they gathered their clothes and disappeared.

________________________________________________
My world is built on shared desires and whispered sins. Now, I invite you to add to the silence. Leave a comment with your thoughts on the story, or offer something more forbidden: a true experience. Let me weave it into the life of a character, giving your secret a new voice.