Cousins Gangbang

It’s been a tradition in my family that once someone turns 18 that they and all their cousins, well, those who are of age, all go out for drinks. It started when my two oldest cousins, the identical twins Catherine and Ellen, bumped into my next oldest cousin, Faithe, not long after her 18th birthday and they decided to go to a pub in celebration. The tradition continued for my other two cousins, first Emma, and then Faithe’s younger sister Victoria. When my 18th birthday came around, I was both surprised but happy to hear from Catherine about organising a full weekend away. The reason I was surprised was because there was a 4-year age difference between me and Victoria, and an 11-year age difference between me and the twins. Being younger, and the only male cousin, I always felt a little more distant and out of place with my cousins but I was determined to enjoy the weekend. And the reason that this time was a full weekend instead of the one night was because I was the youngest cousin and this was going to be the last time that we would do it.

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We hired out an Airbnb for the weekend and met the on the Friday night, ordering in pizza and opening several bottles of wine. It had been almost a year since I’d seen them all and the evening was taken up with chatter and catching up with everyone’s lives. Catherine had become a stay-at-home mother nearly two years ago told us about the art classes she had taken up to fill her spare time between chasing after her 2-year-old and maintaining a tidy house. Ellen, with her bright purple hair and gothic make-up, talked about her psychology teaching job at the local university. The twins, although been identical, looked nothing alike. Catherine had a natural look and always wore light pastel colours, usually in the form of a homemade sundress made from floaty fabrics. Ellen was the complete opposite, as if it was her mission in life to be as different from her sister as possible. She wore blacks and purples. Thick heavy black leather boots, tight black pants, and a deep purple corseted top which sinched in her already skinny waist. She also had a tattoo, a beautifully artist vine that wrapped around her left arm, covered in roses and thorns. And she had lots of facial piercing; her tongue, her lip, her nose, her eyebrow, and her eats. All wear adorned with shiny silvery metal.

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Faithe is still working at her job as a secretary in a large law firm and recently been promoted to be the owner’s personal secretary. She recently had a nasty breakup with her boyfriend and so it’s wasn’t much of a surprise when she finished off two full bottles of wine by herself. Her mousey brown hair is pulled up in a tight bun and she’s still dressed in her work uniform: a tight blue blouse, black pencil skirt, thigh high stockings, and practical high heels.

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Victoria looks nothing like her older sister. Faithe is pretty in a homely sense, but Victoria is all long legs, shapely curves, fake tits, and high angled cheek bones. She works as a nurse and because of that, whenever she’s not at work in her uniform, she loves to dress up in fancy and often revealing clothes. Tonight, she’s wearing a simple pink tube top and booty jean shorts, leaving little to imagine when it came to her lightly tanned skin. Her dyed blonde hair is tightly braided on one side and hangs loosely over her shoulder on the other. Even though she is my cousin I can’t help be somewhat attracted to her, especially when she bends over so I get a good look at her firm round ass.

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Emma has just started her job as a junior vet and is wanting to specialise as an equine veterinarian. She’s always been a horse girl, for as long as I can remember, and her new job involves making sure all the race horses that are signed up at the local track meet regulations. Her curly brown hair is pulled up in a lose ponytail to keep it out of her round face and despite having an hour-long shower when she arrived there is still a faint odour of horses. She’d slipped into her usual attire of an old oversized hoody and jeans.

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I’m the first one up the next morning and decide to have a quick shower to help clear my head. The warm water washes away the fogginess from the previous night of drinking and as I finish rinsing the shower gel from my body, I hear the bathroom door shut behind me. I turn around just in time to see Victoria slip out of a gown and into the shower next to me.

“What I you doing Victoria?” I yell, startled. I try not to look at her body but can’t help catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. She smirks as she looks me up and down, her eyes growing wide as they reach my cock.

“Wow Cuz, your dick’s huge!” She exclaims as I try to cover myself up. Without saying another word, I push past her and grab my towel, wrapping it around my waist. Still dripping water, I dart out of the bathroom and across the corridor into my room, hoping she didn’t notice the towel tenting as images of her naked body flooded my mind.

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By the time I make it downstairs all my cousins are gathered and waiting to go. We have a table booked at a brunch restaurant nearby and so I follow them out the front door. In an effort not to make eye contact with Victoria I study each of my cousins. The twins are their usual opposites; Catherine in a pink jumpsuit and Ellen in a black top, plaid skirt, fishnet stockings and thick heavy boots. Faithe has switched out her business attire for a simple patterned red top and beige brown pants. Emma is still wearing the same hoodie and jeans from the night before, or at least some very similar ones. As we turn onto down a street, I nearly bump into someone coming the other direction and quickly step aside. I nearly end up stepping on Victoria.

“Oops, shit. Sorry Victoria.” I say, finally looking in her direction. Gods, she’s pretty. Her glossy pink lips look so inviting and I can’t help but imagine what they’d look like wrapped around my cock. I look down and feel my cock starting to stiffen as I stare at her tits on show in her low-cut pink mini-dress.

“That’s all right, don’t worry about it.” She replies, winking at me before turning to walk in front of me. My eyes drift down her back and fix on her way round ass, barely covered by her dress and swaying seductively as she walks.

“She’s your cousin.” I mutter under my breath, shaking my head to clear the thoughts from my mind.

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Breakfast is accompanied by bottomless mimosas and by the time we leave we are all somewhat tipsy. And we plan to get even more tipsy. Our next stop is a local gin distillery where we have a tour and tasting session booked. I’m not normally one for gin but these are quite tasty and we learn about pairing them with different tonics to enhance their flavours. The whole tour lasts several hours and as we leave the sun is starting to set. We’re all definitely quite drunk now and both Faithe and Catherina are swaying as they stumble back towards the Airbnb. As soon as we get back Ellen and Victoria disappear upstairs to get changed into something more comfortable whilst the rest of us head into the living room. I crash down onto the couch and are joined by Emma who surprises me by laying her head on my lap.

“I am wasted!” She says in a sing-song voice, her words slurred as she looks up at me with a big drunken grin.

“The night’s not over yet.” Laughs Catherine as she sits down in an armchair opposite us, pulling out a couple bottles of gin and tonic that she’d purchased after the tour. Faithe enters a moment later from the kitchen carrying an eclectic bunch of glasses which she sets down on the little coffee table.

“No gin glasses so I just grabbed what there was.” She says as she and Catherine begin pouring out the drinks.

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“Hey, look what I found!” Ellen says as she joins us, holding up a poker set. “Come on, let’s go play on the kitchen table.” Emma groans theatrically as she sits up off my lap, reaching out to pick up her glass as she follows Ellen into the kitchen. Catherine and Faithe both pick up 2 glasses, leaving just mine on the table. I grab it and follow them, entering the brightly lit kitchen where Ellen, Emma, and Victoria are already sat around the table. I slip into the last remaining seat between Catherine and Victoria.

“So, what are we betting with?” Asks Catherine as Ellen hands her a deck of cards which she starts shuffling. There are a few sounds noncommittal and shrugging of shoulders as Ellen begins handing out poker chips to each of us but after a few seconds Victoria speaks up.

“How about we play strip poker?” She suggests and when I look at her in surprise, I see a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looks back at me.

“Vic, that’s weird.” Says Faithe as I look around and see everyone else’s shocked faces.

“Oh, come on. It’s not that weird. We’re just cousins, it’s not like anything’s gonna happen. It’s just a bit of drunken fun.” Victoria replies before downing her gin.

“I’m… I’m down for strip poker. Just as long as everyone else is.” Emma says in a quiet voice, her pale cheeks blushing red in embarrassment.

“Alright, thank you Emma. So, does anyone object?” Victoria says, taking control. “Well in that case, here are the rules.”

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In regular strip poker you bet items of clothing each round but Victoria had a different way of playing. Instead, the game would run like any normal game of poker, betting chips each round until the river card is turned over and a final round of betting is complete. Anyone who has folded at any point is safe. With all bets complete the players must present their hands. The winner, and anyone who folded, is safe. The loser, or losers, must then remove a piece of clothing of their choice. Belts, shoes, socks, and any other accessories don’t count as clothes, just in order to make things fair. If someone goes bust, they must remove all their clothes, stripping completely naked.

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“Ok, does everyone understand the rules?” Victoria asks as Ellen deals everyone two cards.