All tension twisted into passion as hands traveled to unfamiliar territories. Ana had never allowed herself to explore the excited parts of a man before, but here and now she couldn't stop herself. It was if someone else was controlling her strings, or something else, as her animal nature ran wild in this dream state. The advance upon Kamara's manhood was halted long enough for the eager cousin's hands to rise up above her head. As she lowered her arms and her shoulders shifted a strap of her bra slipped loose of its hold. Such a tiny thing was crucial in support, when the rest of her bra was so minimal, and the result was obvious as the anxious nipple burst free. But her focus was right back to Kamara's pants.

The older of the two cousins played along, timidly, but seductively following his lead. She could not deny that her panties were as wet as her dear cousin's, she just hoped no one would ask. Her hands once free went back to stroking Kamara's strong arms and chest as she kissed the parts that were exposed for her. Her moans were as soft as her breasts as they rubbed against him, and they almost ached to be molested again, and in her bed her hands reached for her own orbs, kneading them and caressing the firm nipples.

Kamara groaned, his member both hard and warm delighted in the touch that roamed against him. He seized Ana's breasts, his head dipping in the darkness so that his mouth swept over her breast, sucking on it and the nipple as his tongue washed over it for a moment.

When he pulled away from her after a moment his hands crept into Ali's drawind her down as he followed landing on his knees. Once there he extended a hand up to Ana coaxing her to do the same before turning his attention to Ali, his hands undoing her pants and drawing them away with her soaked panties before placing hands on her knees and parting her legs before bowing between them and setting his lips against her, one arm reaching up to roll over a breast, the other reaching to his side doing the same as it rolled over one of Ana's breasts, fingers splaying over her erect nipple as it explored her.

The dark air felt freezing against Ali's hot wet pussy as Kamara suddenly exposed her. Her moan was almost a wince to the chill of it and the shock of his touch in the dark, but his lips were warm. "Oh, Kamara... are you... sure, about this?", she whispered in this very public place, although it seemed empty, her hands clutching at the top of his head. She didn't fight him in any way, putty in his hands, almost drugged with the naive bliss of it all.

Ana seemed less naive as she willingly joined Kamara on her knees. Her hands unable to escape the excitement of his swelling member. Her clit throbbed in sync with his throb or twitch as her fingers tried to free him from the bondage of his pants. Her lips craving to taste him as he desired to taste Ali. "Ali...", she moaned as she pressed firm against his hard bulge. "It's ok, Ali", not wanting her cousin to put a stop to the party.

"Yes, it's alright," he cooed before his mouth dove and went to work against her, moving against the slit of her sex as his tongue danced against her, then pressed inside of her as he licked against the inner walls of her body.

He groaned against her then feeling Ana's touch as she sought to unleash him from his pants and he helpted as best as he could, returning his touch against the two girls. On Ali his hand feel back to her breast squeezing it and the other running along the hem of Ana's pants, unfastening the buckle and unzipping them.

Soon the subtle glimps of light refected on the smooth surface of Ana's reward and the sound of the zipper lowering even more made her smile. The tangled arms did not prevent her from bending over even further to lick and kiss at his peaking head. She could feel the smooth skin against her lips as Kamara's hand pulled her pants over her smooth round ass. As if it was all rehersed, fluid and without hesitation their playful scene continued.

Ali's knees grew weak as her lover's tongue went deeper inside her folds. Almost too much for her to handle still standing, her body swayed a tiny bit before regaining her balance. Both girls moaned a duet, separately but in perfect harmony to his... filling the dim halls with almost ghostly sounds for any new comers to the haunted house. It might be hard to make them out at first, the entwined limbs, but lustful event soon be obvious to any who watched it.

Kamara groaned against Ali's body as he felt the press of Ana's lips against him. She would find him both hard and ready as her mouth closed around him, his hips bucking forward against those heated lips as his tongue dug deeper and deeper into Ali's body in time with the movements of his own body.

He speared his tongue straight into her depths as he did so. A hand stretched up to press itself against one of her breasts while his other moved toward Ana slipping down between her legs, brushing against her clit, rubbing that nub in the darkness before heated fingers slipped down further easing over her slit, then pressing inside her.

Two fingers pressed together and into her, slow draw out thrusts into her then back out of her body as they moved against her passage his wrist turned slightly so his fingers twirled against the inside of her passage as he continued to explore it.

The darkened room housed a slight chill, air conditioning or something supernatural, hard to tell, but a subtle mist was building around the three as they heated up. Had they been inside a car, the windows would feel the steam rising to coat their panes.

Ali can hardly hold herself upright on her own two feet, and its a good thing the wall is so close as she uses it for support. "OH, Kamara.....", she repeating over and over. Her panting breaths echo off the almost bare walls. His tongue creating the irresistible lust, while his fingers pushed her farther and farther down the tunnel of bliss. Her pussy pulsed with every thrust, lubricating her folds with her nectar, sweet to an man's taste buds.

The other cousin's full mouth was also lubricated, mostly with her own salivation and a drop or two of his enjoyment. His thrusting hips pushed his member deeper and deeper, sometimes more then Ana could have imagined, but she took every inch that he gave her. Her breathing thick sounding, as her tongue gladly stroking the smooth skin pulled so tight around him now. Muffled groans were her only signs of excitement, other then her glistening thighs.

Kamara was eager alight, Ana could feel the thick pulse of his member as it filled her moth and throat, his hips bucking up against her as his tongue was buried in her cousin's folds pressing aside the pink walls of flesh as his mouth dove at her.

One handed rubbed against her clit while two fingers of the other had been pressing into Ana, twisting sharply at the apex of it's decent so that he would brush against glistening pink walls of flesh. He groaned against Ali's snatch, feeling Ana's tongue cascade down him in such a way it caused shivers to form over his body.

He had a problem here, two chicks one dick he believed the saying went. He had to be careful here, if he blew his load too soon then things would be over before they begun. And if he chose Ana first then wouldn't Ali be jealous thinking that he didn't want her but rather her cousin? And if Ali first then wouldn't Ana get jealous again?

Slipping free of Ana's mouth his tongue and hands came away from the girl's then, he sucked on his fingers and did this the easy way. Reaching into his pocket he dug out a quarter, put his hands behind his back and mixed them up. Not that he had too in the darkness but it was force of habit.

"Whoever gets the quarter gets to go first," he stood out his hands between them and figured that if they both chose right and picked the same hand then he'd have to alternate between the two but he'd handle that when it came up.

"Hurry girls, I want to make love to you both so bad ..."

Ali was a little put off at the mere concept that he wouldn't pick her first regardless. After all she felt herself the closest to being his girlfriend. She was just.... well sharing with her cousin, because of the situation, and because she can tell Ana likes him too. But, maybe he really liked Ana too, more then her?... by his comment of wanting to make love to both of us, she thought.

However, while Ali was over analyzing things, Ana spoke right up. "Your right hand!", she said licking her soft lips and making eye contact in the dim light. She was surprised not to have heard a word out of Ali yet. She figured she would have been the first to yell out her pick, since after all, she wants him as her boyfriend. "Well Ali?" she asked glancing up at her.

"The right hand. I thinks it's in your right hand too Kamara." For that second wanting to make him have to choose or share them. But there has been a few moments delay in this passioned threesome, and it was long enough to cast doubt on the more conservative cousin. "I don't know about this Kamara.... and Ana", Ali said starting to reach around for her clothes. "Maybe we've had enough fun, you know, out here. Anyone could catch us if we go any further."

Kamara had been studying things even now in the darkness. The selections had been made and instead of opening his right hand he opened his left to show that there was nothing in it, thus they had to have chosen correctly as his hands fell away.

But he had picked up in the concern Ali was having as she doubted this. He stepped forth, took her by the wrist and nodded as if in agreement to what she had said. "If you wish to stop, we'll stop but you have to admit it is thrilling. Besides this close to you I can barely see you so anyone coming here won't know that the three of us were even here. Your call though.

And Ali? Ties go to you." He grinned in the darkness at her, leaned in and kissed her on the shoulder. This close to her she could feel his firm erection pressing against her belly. God, he was so ready, yet he was willing to stave off his own release to appease her?

"Your call," he repeated in a whisper then waited, as did Ana no doubt.

Ali's comments were not just a threat, yet as Kamara pressed his body against hers, she was having trouble remembering why she had begun reaching for her clothes. His hard member called to her throbbing pink lips, as her knees began to relax as if allowing his knees to slide in between. A subtle push is all it would take, and she would not resist him. She did not speak, but as his lips came up from her shoulder, her lips craved his, and her eyes in the shadowed light reflected her re-sparked heat.

"Come on Ali... don't ruin the fun now", the more outgoing cousin chimed in as she began to lean into Kamara's back. First he'd feel her pert nipples, then the mounds of her firm orbs melted against his flesh, as her hands began to stroke his shoulders.

Karma then felt Ali's full lips against his. Still in her silence she couldn't resist him, nor could she resist herself. Although she would not say the words, deep inside she wanted to feel him.

With that kiss against his lips and the breasts pushing into his back Kamara felt the resurgaence of interest there. He himself had never waivered though he did not push Ali back as if he hated to even be parted from her in the barest of instances. Instead he let a hand trickle down her left leg, fingers intwining around it to seize a hold against her thigh and lift up encouraging her leg up and around his hip.

He bent at the knees then, seizing a hold on himself only long enough to angel himself against the gates of heaven before he pushed in against that splendid warmth that had been all the more inviting. His posture slowly straightening out as more of his length pressed inside that warm tunnel.

A hand reached back over his shoulder, rubbing Ana's face with his fingers.

Sandwiched betwwen the two cousins he soon brought his hand away from Ana only this time usinig it on Ali's back to offer support for her as he lowered her down to the floor while still encased in her core. Groaning slightly at the friction generated by her body jarring against his in the process.

The two cousins had never enjoyed the same man before, but they were tender enough with each other, that a wondering foot or hand occasionally brushing the other was a comforting reassurance, not a distraction. So when Ali's arms wrapped around Kamara's waist and brushed against her cousin's breasts, neither of them thought anything of it.

Speared upon Kamara's shaft, there were no thoughts at all in Ali's head now, not of leaving, nor of people seeing them. No mater how wet she was, his girth still held her attention tied to every stroke of pleasure.

Ana felt Kamara's movements and could imagine being the recipient. Her breasts dragged across his back with every shift and her own core tingled as he pushed up, knowing he was entering her cousin. Ali moaned as he pushed inside her, her tight walls grasped at him as her finger tips did. . . . and Ana patiently waited for her turn.

Once he had draped her out beneath him Kamara reached back with a hand finding one of Ana's. He snuck it into her's and coaxed her to move to the side of her cousin now before releasing it. His body could feel the tight wetness that now enveloped him as his mouth coiled over one of Ali's breasts.

Tentatively he experimented with this, his body curling back, drawing his length back through her before one push and he impaled her swiftly, only to repeat the process, slow on his withdrawal as if he did not wish to part from her and quick on the return as if eager to be encased in her once more.

One hand reached up, rubbing against Ana's thigh, then his fingers twisted as he took a detour caressing over her clit as he added to those moans with a groan of his own as he pushed back down inside Ali again.

Whether this was his first time having to multitask, or if he is well practiced with more then one partner at the same time, Kamara was doing well to keep both girls entertained.

Ana was craving to feel his swollen member push inside her, but his toying hand worked wonders at holding back her panic. She leaned into the warmth of his body, pressing her full chest against him as she moaned, almost purring like a cat with each stroke of pleasure his fingers delivered.

The older cousin was in a blissful state no matter if his thick shaft was pulling out or pushing in, although the thrust into her tight walls gave her an added rush. Ali took him so deep that his pelvis would slam against her clit, and every entry pushed her closer to climax. Her hard nipples were appeased by her own fingers as she gripped her own orbs, and moaned with every breath now.