A Family Affair Ch. 04

"Wake Frieda up, Paolo, that snoring is not very lady-like!"

I smiled casually back at her in the mirror, but it was difficult because my other fingers had now found their way to Ilse's inviting slit as well, and I was having to concentrate hard as I tried to co-ordinate my fingers activities. In the end, hard as I tried, I couldn't handle thinking about two separate explorations and ended up doing the same to each of them, letting my finger's trace their way symmetrically around and inside their moist slits, teasing apart their internal, inner folds and doing my level best to tease them as much as possible! In the back of my mind I was still slightly miffed that I'd let them take advantage of me in the first place!

This went on for a while as they both wriggled and squirmed under my increasingly merciless assault, especially when I'd started to rub up against their clits, but then I noticed that we were starting to see more buildings, and I sat up a bit as I realised that we were starting to drive into town. A town with buildings, and windows that would look down on us as we passed!

Ilse was first to notice my distraction as my fingers slowed, and her hand quickly slid up my thigh and began to fondle the hardness between my legs in encouragement. But even this wasn't overcoming my fear of being caught and my fingers began to withdraw, only for both Ilse and Frieda to squeeze their legs together at the same time, trapping my hands in place!

By the time that I'd got over that shock, Izzy was turning into a big public car park and pulling up into a space near to a ticket machine.

20. Going Public

When she'd switched off and finally turned round to talk, her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but she was speechless. After all, the sight of both 'junior' cousins sitting there with legs and panties exposed, with me in the middle, both arms splayed out sideways and my hands still trapped inside their red and black panties. Well, it might have surprised anyone into speechlessness, but not for long as far as Izzy was concerned!

Fortunately she chose to admonish us in machine-gun like Italian, and I think that only Ilse really got the message - not that she was that bothered about it.

"Oh lighten up Izzy," she responded as she finally opened her legs a little and pulled my hand reluctantly out of her panties, "If you weren't so anal about driving everywhere, you might get to relax a bit as well!"

I didn't hear Izzy's explosive repost though because Frieda's arm had wrapped itself around my neck and pulled me onto her, her lips hungrily searching for mine as we embarked on a long, hard kiss!

I'd pretty much lost my self control by then. The combination of her sweet lips, her tongue teasing out mine and the fact that my hand was still wrapped around her wet pussy being major factors. I could vaguely hear Ilse and Izzy arguing in the background, but my other hand had lifted to cup Frieda's breast by then, and I was concentrating solely on Frieda until something they said finally filtered through!

I didn't quite catch the words, but it was basically Ilse telling Izzy that Frieda had said before we set off that she wanted to do it with me in the car park, and that that was as 'public' a place as anywhere, and there were plenty of people around. That was when I remembered the 'promise' about 'doing it in public'! So they'd been serious after all! Despite Frieda's moan of protest I had to pull away and say something.

"No... you can't be serious!" I gasped as my head came up and I scanned through the windows around the car. It wasn't quite as bad as I'd feared, but there were people around coming and going from the nearby ticket machine.

But Ilse was having none of it and quickly dismissed my protest.

"Shut up Paolo. You agreed to do it remember and look at poor Frieda. She's gagging for it!"

I couldn't help but realise that I was 'gagging for it' as well. Between them Ilse and Frieda had got me properly worked up on the journey over here. I was definitely wavering and Ilse saw it in a flash.

She leant past me, her facing passing mine in the process and she stopped briefly to run her lips lightly over mine before pressing harder and giving me just as hard a kiss as Frieda had been doing. But only for a few seconds before she pulled away.

"Mmmmm...nice Paolo... really nice...I'm starting to feel jealous of my sister already!"

But then she'd leant past me and was busy undoing the buttons at the top of Frieda's dress. Within seconds her nimble fingers had opened them down to her tummy and she was pushing aside the material to display a sexy looking red plunge bra that was doing a great job in pushing Frieda's ample breasts out and in my direction.

I swallowed hard.

She wasn't finished there though as she almost fell on her sister so that she could reach round her to undo the clasp at the back and as she pulled herself up again, she dragged the loosened material up and away from Frieda's gorgeous breasts, leaving the bra dangling under her chin.

I swallowed even harder as I got another close up look at Frieda's beautiful breasts, pink nipples erect and just asking to be licked and sucked and teased. And I had just the mouth to do that! I think I must have groaned out loud.

"Ok Paolo, it's up to you now...and isn't it time those panties disappeared!" laughed Ilse as she shuffled back past me, pausing only to unfasten my belt and slide down the zipper of my slacks.

"Hey" I protested half-heartedly but I had already slipped my hands up the sides of Frieda's panties and begun to draw them down, fascinated by the sight of her dark bushy triangle gradually appearing from underneath.

Behind me I heard car doors slam, and I looked up, shocked to see that Izzy and Ilse had got out, and we're heading over to the ticket machine about twenty yards away, where a small queue had developed. I couldn't believe that they'd left us half naked in the back of the car. Surely they could have helped cover up what we were doing!

Frieda was getting impatient though at my lack of attention and she lifted her hips to help me ease the panties down over her thighs.

"Come on Paolo," she said huskily, breathing hard as the anticipation grew in her. My own heart was pounding as well as I quickly drew the strip of red material down her legs and off. I don't know why, but rather than throw them to one side on the floor of the car, I put them into my trouser pocket, and took a last quick look around. I had another shock when I saw a man passing between cars a few yards away, but breathed a sigh of relief as he continued on without seeing us. Ilse and Izzy were still by the ticket machine and had obviously watched him go by as well. They were both were laughing. Typical!

I wasn't going to stop now though, but clearly the quicker we got done the better!

When my gaze fastened back onto Frieda though, I was instantly switched back on.

She was laying back across the seat, propped up half against the corner and she'd lifted one leg up the back of the seat and hooked it around a convenient head rest while her other leg was splayed out sideways with her foot resting on the floor. Her summer dress was gaping but still held together at her mid-rift by a couple of buttons. The top and bottom however had been dragged apart by her wanton position and the pose was intensely erotic. Her tense young breasts were peeking out from below the unfastened red bra, but it was the way that she'd spread her legs before me that made me gasp in admiration, and lust! Her sex was completely open in front of me, leaving her looking totally vulnerable and totally inviting! Her curly black bush seemed to taunt me as I stared hungrily at the open slit below, her pink hole exposed by her evident arousal and just crying out to be penetrated.

She seemed happy at the effect she'd had as I shuffled into position between her legs, my hands dragging down my boxers to release a mighty erection that had been building so long, and had suddenly become impossibly uncomfortable trapped inside my pants.

Frieda's eyes widened as she watched it spring out in front of me, her hand reaching up automatically to feel and caress it, running her fingertips from the base right up to the straining tip and almost sending me into orbit.

"Ohhhh Paolo..." she whispered as she leaned back into her provocative position again, "...I want you so much..."

So did I!

I shuffled forward between her legs, but there was something I needed to do first as I bent down above those two bulging orbs on her chest, taking each in turn in my mouth, suckling at her erect nipples, teasing them hard with my tongue and then nibbling them a little as well. Her head twisted above me and her hands raked through my hair as she responded to the shower of sweet, electric signals that coursed from her nipples, through her body and intensified the raging fire between her legs to almost intolerable levels.

"Please...please.. Paolo... I need you now...in me...now!"

My own throbbing shaft was telling me pretty much the same story, and I lifted my face to hers as I fed the tip right up to the sensitive muscles of her opening. Her sparkling, hazel eyes went dreamy on my as she felt me push forward and she let out a long sigh as my straining cock eased its way into her hot cavern, penetrating her aroused defences with ease and giving me an intense thrill as I felt her tight opening gripping my shaft as it went in! We both grunted with excitement when I gave a firmer thrust to finally drive myself deep and fully into her as our two bodies slammed into each other, sending thrilling vibrations reverberating around our sex.

We were both gasping for breath as we absorbed the intense pleasure of our initial joining, but neither of us wanted to wait. Straight away I began to pull back and thrust in again, starting up a steady rhythm that she quickly responded to, driving back at me on each thrust so that we met harder and harder. We were soon both grunting and groaning as we clung onto each other, our whole worlds now focussed on the intense, delirious pleasure radiating out from between our legs!

We were quickly going at such a pace that it was never likely to last long, but she was as ready as I for a climax and the thin low level moan that had started to escape from her lips quickly rose in pitch and intensity as I instinctively increased the pace of our fucking.

Soon we were both on the verge, and she clung onto me even harder as she felt herself teetering on the brink of her orgasm. It was all the signal that I needed as I changed gear yet again, giving her three or four really fast, short thrusts before finishing with a cry as my final plunge drove her hard back into the soft seat under her bum. It was enough for both of us though! She suddenly gripped me incredibly tightly as she tumbled over the edge and an intense climax coursed through her, just as my jerking cock filled her with my hot seed and I let out a long heartfelt sigh of my own as I felt the passionate tightening in my cock start to slowly fade.

It had been so quick, so intense, that I just slumped down between her splayed out legs as I struggled for breath, and felt her grip on me slowly loosen as she started to come down from her high peak. We just held each other like that for long minutes as we gradually recovered.

Maybe too many minutes as it turned out!

I was gradually becoming aware of a sharp tapping sound on the car window behind me!

I froze! Just in the process of easing myself out of Frieda who's eyes were still closed as she moaned at the feel of me sliding gently out of her.

Looking over my shoulder, I was confronted with my worst fear. An extremely angry looking old lady was staring through the side window, jabbering some fast Italian and tapping at the window with her walking stick. Behind her was the upright figure of her grey haired husband, respectfully dressed and looking distinctly embarrassed, as if he wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else!

But the affronted lady wasn't to be calmed and continued to shout as I tried desperately to get back into my shorts and pull up my pants. Then the tapping stopped and, I looked around again in horror as I heard her shout that she was fetching the police and saw her storming off towards town, husband in tow, looking apologetically back.

By now, even Frieda was aware that something was wrong, "What's going on Paolo? Oh God but that was good though...I don't think I've ever been filled like that before!"

Any other time I'd have been thrilled at the compliment, but the prospect of an Italian jail cell was now dominating my thinking! "Come on Frieda, get dressed, we've got to get out of here!"

Fortunately Izzy and Ilse arrived at about the same time, breathless, probably from laughing at us I thought in annoyance, but they quickly got in to help Frieda straighten out her clothes before we all jumped out of the car and headed quickly for the cover of some nearby buildings. Izzy had turned to lock the car using her remote, and not a moment too soon as we stopped behind a low building and looked back. Just in time to see the old woman re-appear with one of the local police officers trailing along behind her!

21. Cafe Interlude 1

"Jesus Christ Izzy!" I gasped as we all turned and ran down an alleyway that led into town. I was about to expand on the stupidity of this public fucking idea when we stopped to get our breath back, but they'd all collapsed together in each other's arms, laughing uproariously. And eventually I felt stupid standing on my own and let a smile drift across my face, and was soon laughing with them as they drew me into their little circle. After all, I could hardly say that I hadn't enjoyed Frieda, and we'd more or less got away with it hadn't we!

So, after we'd finally got over the giggles, we set off towards town looking for a cafe. Izzy had wanted to go straight into the town centre, but I held my ground. After all that activity I needed some coffee and the adrenaline was starting to fade so I needed a rest as well.

"Poor thing," said Ilse with a degree of unexpected understanding as she took my arm and steered me down a small side street, "...anyway Izzy, we need him in top form for our turns!"

I shook my head sorrowfully. There really was no pint in responding!

The little side street soon led into a small square, overlooked by old apartments, veranda's covered with bright pot plants. In the middle was a large tree that threw out some welcome shade, and under the tree were small tables and chairs in front of a rather unprepossessing little cafe. It looked really peaceful and, after the events in the car park, just what I needed.

"They do good coffee here Paolo, and you can rest up as well!" she announced proudly as we settled down around one of the tables. The girls immediately started pressing Frieda for details of our little tryst, which was distinctly embarrassing for me, especially as the waitress arrived in the middle of Frieda's response. She was middle aged, her long black hair drawn back from her face, wearing a simple white shirt and black skirt with a short white apron around her full waist. She gave us a rather quizical look as she waited for our orders. I was just hoping that she didn't understand Frieda's rather expressive English!

But after we'd ordered three latte's and a cappuccino, Frieda had disappeared into the washroom to 'freshen up' and Izzy and Ilse were in serious discussion about what should happen next.

"Look, don't I have a say in this?" I butted in. They both looked round in surprise.

"No!" they said together, and laughed, presumably because they'd finally agreed on something!

"Oh, come on Paolo, you agreed to this remember," teased Izzy, "and we won't let you get into any trouble..."

"Ah... likely story" I said crossly.

"...well, not any serious trouble anyway!" she continued and they were both laughing again at my strained expression as Frieda rejoined us.

Anyway, it turned out that Izzy and Ilse had somehow managed to argue themselves into agreeing that each would 'manage' the other's 'public' display. I wouldn't have been surprised if they'd made bets on the outcome, and neither seemed bothered that I would be an integral part in the proceedings! So they were both eager to get off into town and make arrangements and drank their coffees quickly.

I wasn't so sure, and got up to go to the washroom myself, partly to delay things.

When I was coming back through the cafe, I nodded an 'hello' to the waitress who smiled back. I was about to say something when Izzy poked her head round the door and asked me to pay because they wanted to get going.

I raised my eyes to the ceiling, but turned round and went to the counter, where the waitress, in halting English told me how much we owed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet, took out a note and in my best Italian, thanked her for the coffees. She smiled again at my atrocious accent, and beamed even more when I left a big tip. She really did have an attractive face when she smiled, which seemed to be often!

Rejoining the others at our table, I was debating who to go with. Clearly Ilse and Frieda were paired up, but did I really want to go trailing round with Izzy? Just then we were interrupted as the waitress hurried towards us. We all turned to face her as she came up to us and spoke again in her halting English.

"Signor, you err...seem to have...dropped these...at my...err...desk."

She seemed to be struggling to hold back one of her smiles as she leaned forward and showed me the strip of red material that dangled from her hand. I was actually trying to decipher her use of 'desk' for her 'counter' before I realised what she was holding.

"Those are my knickers!" announced Frieda in surprise, turning to look at me with an accusing stare, "If you're going to keep them as a trophy Paolo, you should look after them better."

When I glanced back to our waitress it was to see that she'd almost lost the battle with her smile and she was clearly giggling to herself when she turned away after I'd taken the red knickers off her and stuffed them back in my pocket. I knew that my face had probably gone the same shade as the panties as all the girls burst out into laughter!

In the end, I decided not to go with Izzy, in fact not to go at all. The little cafe was such a quiet and relaxing place to be that I decided to stay and have another coffee while they went off to sort out their Machiavellian plans on their own. It wasn't as though I had much chance of influencing anything!

I strolled back inside, and up to the counter, blushing a little I'm sure as the waitress turned to me. She looked surprised to see me.

"Oh, you've not gone off with your... friends?"

She seemed determined to continue with her English, but I was equally keen to practice my Italian so I replied that they weren't my 'friends', they were my 'cousins'. Her eyebrows narrowed, "I'm sorry, you really mean cousins... 'cugina'? But surely...?"

I could see the confusion spread across her face, "But I thought I heard your friend describe... and the panties..." she tailed off and I could see that she had blushed a little too. Clearly she was struggling to think of me having sex with my cousin!

I just shook my head in apparent confusion , "We're very close... and they're very..." I struggled for the Italian, "...keen!"

"It's not 'serious' though," I added apologetically for some unknown reason.

"Mamma mia!" she said as her eyebrows shot up. I couldn't think of a response, so I just ordered another latte and started to scan the pastries under the counter. I really was hungry by now.

She watched me searching and made a little joke, "We...ahhh... don't have...the 'full english breakfast' I'm afraid..." I smiled back and told her that most English people only eat them when on holiday anyway.