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   Amy's Story {Continuation of "Reunion" story} by PlanetDweller

   (FF adult sister/sister, FFg mother/daughter, mild pedo, heavy lesbian
menstrual sex)

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   A week and a day had passed from the time Uncle Ken left the arms and
bed of my dearest sister Michele.  Fucking him along with her and my
niece/Mickey's six-year-old daughter Ashley was truly one of the absolute
kinkiest experiences that my poor brain could ever comprehend or not, not
even in my wildest fantasies did I ever expect him to be truly hypersexual
like he always told Michele he was nor be as open to what would total
perversion to the outside world by screwing all three of us.

   I didn't mention a word to my husband Kelly, of course.  Not that he
would have been terribly upset, I don't think.  We do have an open and
non-monogamous within certain rules marriage, but if I had mentioned it and
especially mentioned how mind-blowing a' lover my Uncle Ken had been then
he might have thought I was trying to rub his nose in it, so there was no
point doing that.

   Drip-drip my pussy was going into my padded panties now.  Yep, right on
schedule.  Ever since first getting my period at age eight, every
thirty-three days right on schedule.  Even though Mickey was a couple of
years older than me, I actually started three or four months before she
first did, she getting her first one on the same day my third or fourth one
started, and except for her being pregnant with Ashley, we two had been in
perfect synch ever since.  Strange, though.  Our two younger sisters,
Rachael and Brenda, didn't synch with us, in fact they tended to be
somewhat irregular.  But Michele and me, we can set our watches by when our
periods begin.

   Even Mom noticed that from the start, not that she wouldn't have,
considering she had always had at least weekly or so mutual masturbation
sessions with us both since we respectively turned ages five or six.  After
Mickey finally got her period, Mom did have a few more "group" sessions
than normal that included she and sis and I, and a couple of times
including even Rachael too who by then had turned six and so whom Mom had
initiated into our female-only play.  Before Mom finally left 'Skorsy,
Rachael and Brenda's biological dad, and we as sisters were split up, we
four did have one memorable session when Skors' was out on a twelve-week
shipbound tour of duty to whoknowswhere and back, when Mickey and I were
flown-blown dripping like crazy and Mom let her barrier down of normally
only manually playing with us and we her and went oral on us too as well as
Rach' and getting us to do her as well and of course each other.  Rachael
really didn't like doing oral on our bleeding twats, but Michele and I sure
liked it, and after that we never lost our comfort level and enjoyment of
doing each other.

   Don't mistake our sisterly love and love for being sexually with each
other sometimes for being lesbian or even bi, though.  Michele has never
been with another girl or woman besides me, Mom, and our sisters, and I've
only been with a couple of other girls, mainly to please my husband.

   My husband.  Kelly.  What can you say about him, sheessshhh?  I am,
really am, in love with him, and he me.  We just can't be with each other
only, so after we both simultaneously caught each other cheating six months
or so into our marriage, we had a choice to make, either split up or stay
together, stay together with certain ground rules.

   I told him about my past relationship with my Mom, and how my Mom
initiated all of us girls, and how I had been "cheating" with him on a
monthly basis with Michele, but that was all his fault, since as soon as
the first drop of monthly blood wept from my cunt he not only wouldn't fuck
me but hardly would ever touch me until I stopped, totally menstrually
averse, and considering how horny I stayed and even became more so during
my period it just wasn't fair for me not to have sex, especially
considering I had been having more or less regular sex with my older sister
since we were kids, even sneaking in sessions sometimes when we would see
each other despite being in different nearby foster homes at the time.

   So, we agreed I could see Mickey any time I wanted, but usually it would
be when she and I got our periods together, and during those times he could
go screw Sharon, the chick who I caught him cheating with in our bed who
was his co-worker at the eyeglasses megastore where they were both
dispensing opticians, her or someone else, as long as I knew and agreed to
it.  I also could have my own boyfriend if I wanted too, but don't tell
Kelly this, but he was and is the only man I really want.

   A few months after that, after I did find a boyfriend who I thought
wasn't blood-shy but in the end fell in love with me and wanted me to leave
Kelly which I wasn't going to do for any reason, Kell' asked me if Michele
would consider doing a threesome with us.  She more or less agreed even
though she didn't find him particularly attractive.  While that one time
wasn't a disaster, it really didn't work out, either.  She never did let
him fuck her, and while he enjoyed watching us, he didn't get all as
hyped-up as I hoped he might with she and I together, so without any more
words it was never brought up again, and we've kept our other partners in
the radar of each other but not the visual view.  Well, not except the one
couple we did swing with a few times a year or so after that.

   So my squirmy cunt was now rubbing against my pad, my blood smearing its
traces against my MaxiThin, thoughts of Michele crossing my mind without a
thought.

   "Watcha' doing, Sis?" I asked as quiet patter from the flower shoppe
where I worked in the same strip shopping center as Kelly was blanketed by
the much louder brass of noise of the Wal-Mart where Michele worked at just
down and around a couple of boulevards from us, me having to cock the phone
a little away from my ear to keep from having noisepain.

   "Not much, you?..."

   "Just the same...know why I called, Mickey?"

   She hated being called that, even though me and her sisters all did.  It
suited her, with those Mickey Mouse ears on either side of her pretty face
atop her six foot height.

   "Oh, let me guess...could it be because you just started and want us to
get together tonight?....hhhhuiuuu?"

   I softly giggled into the phone.  A ritual almost twenty years old now,
and still brand new.

   "Gotta your tampon in?"

   "Uh-hu, you wearing your manhole cover?"

   "Yep...but tonight's not good for me...Kelly wants to go out to eat with
his district manager, and I think he wants me to go with him...tomorrow
night, maybe?"

   "Sure, Am'...that'll be good...you goin'ta fix dinner for Ash' and me
like you normally do then?"

   "Of course...lemon chicken and mashed potatoes okay ?..."

   "Yeah, that'll be nice...I'll leave a note for Steven to fill the hottub
up for us and leave the heater on so we can enjoy ourselves when I get
there..."

   "Sounds like a plan...see ya' then...love ya'..."

   "Love you too...bye..."

   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   I caught the four-fifty Blue Route bus down Desert Highway Ave.  to
Michele's condo complex.  She wouldn't be home for another couple of hours,
working the eleven to seven shift at her Wal-Mart, and my darling niece
Ashley would already be there, home from her first grade class an hour
before I got there.  At least Mr.  & Mrs.  Gaines were there to watch over
her and the other three or four latch key kids that lived in the mostly
singles condo complex, they being part-owners of it and the resident
managers too.  I had nagged Kelly into seeing about us trying to buy a
condo of our own there, mainly because they were so cheap at under one
fifty for a three bedroom and also of course to be closer to Mickey, but my
poor credit history made it hard, meant that we'd have to wait until I
somehow got it cleared up or waited seven years.

   Mr.  Gaines was mowing the tiny patch of grass in the middle of the
cul-de-sac circle.  He waved at me and I waved back.  My visits were
frequent enough to where we sometimes saw each other, and they had been the
ones that Kell' and I had talked with some time back about buying a unit
there.  He and Mrs.  Gaines were good folks.

   Ashley was sitting in front of the TV watching Mr.  Rogers or something
on Channel 7 as I made my way in lugging my small overnight bag and a
couple of plastic bags of groceries.  I wish we had money for another car,
but Kelly always took it to his work dropping me off first and making me
take the bus back home, just in case he needed it to make a run into San
Diego to pick up an emergency somethingorother.  I usually didn't mind too
much, and he did try to pick me up if it was raining, but lugging stuff
like I was today and did most months to see Mickey was a pain at times.

   Ash' didn't come to the door to greet me, just sat there transfixed by
Mr.  Rogers visiting a factory that made bottles or something glass on the
TV as she munched on some generic-brand Safeway cookies and a small glass
of Coke.  Dropping my bags on the couch, I went over to her and leaned down
to give her a nice big hug, she hugging me back with a "Hi Aunt Amy, Mommy
gointo be home later?"

   "Uh-hu, her usual time.."

   "You ginna stay the night tonight?"

   "Uh-hu, planning on it...you like to have some fun with us after Mom and
I have ours?"

   "Sure, Aunt Amy, you know I wannta have fun too..." she grinned.

   "Let me get started with supper first, then after Mom gets home and we
eat and you do your homework, then we all can have some fun if you'd
like..."

   "Will you play some Nintendo with me, Aunt Amy?"

   "Sure, Hon', but just a couple of games, I promised Mommy that I'd make
my lemon chicken that she likes so much..."

   "Neat!"

   We sat in front of the TV and played a math game that Michele had bought
her and a couple of other action games, my arm reaching around to hold her
close to me from time to time, her arm snuggling my waist, me kissing her
on the top of her head or her cheek when she'd do something especially well
on a series of addition or subtraction problems or kill a bunch of tanks on
Sgt.  Rock.  Aunt and niece sitting in front of the TV, innocent, happy,
just spending time together.

   "Gotta start fixing supper, Honeybunch, before Mommy gets home..."

   "Okay Aunt Amy...can I go outside and play some?"

   "Sure, as long as you don't leave the grounds, sure..."

   Steven had filled the hottub up but hadn't turned on the heater.  He
never does.  Wants to save a nickel on his electric bill, I think.  In
Michele's bedroom I changed clothes, getting out of my pantsuit and
slipping into my nicer print robe which felt like silk but was just
polyester, my bra coming off too but my panties staying where they were. 
Ashley was playing with one of the two or three other kids that lived in
the complex in the large common backyard as I looked out the kitchen window
while seasoning up the chicken pieces before plopping them into the
cast-iron skillet.  She started chasing this little boy about her age,
laughing while she did so, tackling him but not hurting him when she did
catch him, tickling his ribs while playfully fussing at him.  That's my
girl, that's my niece.  The continued to play on the lone combo slide and
monkeybars and swingset off to one side of the backyard as I finished
browning the chicken before adding my homemade lemon and honey sauce to the
pan for it to finish simmering.  The sun creeping lower as Ashley came in
almost at the same instant Michele walked through the front door, Ash' gave
me a "smells great Aunt Amy, oh Hi Mom!" before heading to the bathroom to
take a quick pee before dinner.

   Michele clunked off her boxy workshoes with a "damn, Am', I'm give
out..." as she plopped down to the sofa, her fingers working the remote
with a man's impatience like Kelly does to find something to watch, she
settling on a rerun of "Roseanne".

   "We don't have to do anything tonight, if you're really that tired..." I
whispered to her as I sat down next to her, she plopping her feet in my
lap, my hands instinctively rubbing her dog-tired dogs.

   ""Oh, don't start that shit, Sis, you know I want to..."

   My eyes locked on hers with a "just a kidding!"

   "Oh, you!...despite the fact you're the biggest pain in my tail
literally I could have for a sister, I still love you..."

   "I love you too..."

   Ashley came into the living room and Michele shooed her off to do her
homework.  She closed her eyes for a moment or two as my foot massage of
her continued and taking a deep breath, sighed deeply.  "Damn, Sis, that
feels good...I'm so relaxed I gotta go pee now..."

   "Need any help?" I asked politely, she just flashing me one of her
patented shiteating grins.

   I helped her out of her navyblue pullover dress in her bedroom, shoes
being slung to the far wall as her arms outstretched high and my hands
grabbed and yanked rough fabric.  Kissing her lightly, she teasingly pushed
me away as she made her way to the bathroom door near the dresser.  Sitting
down with a hard thump on the commode, I kneeled on the softpiled mat in
front of her, my slight smile reflecting the very real love in my heart for
her.  Her pissed piddled in the bowl as I pulled off some toilet paper to
wipe her with.  "Need to change your tampon too, Sis?"

   "Uh-hu..." wicked grin with.

   "Wan' me to do it for you?..."

   "Uh-hu, if you'd like...hehehehe" giggling.

   I reached over her to the open box Playtex Supers atop the commode tank
behind her fishing one out, making a show of it, slowing peeling the
wrapper off, sucking on the end the plastic applicator like it was a dildo,
my lovely Amazon of a sister corners of her mouth rising with typical kinky
approval.  Letting it fall to floor for a moment, my hand reached to her
cunt and pulled the string of the one already present inside her, it
sliding out browny-red as it usually looked during the first couple of days
of her period.  My nose sniffed it like it was a champagne cork.  Wrapping
it in a wad of toilet paper, it found an arc to the open trashcan a couple
of feet away.  My left hand found and massaged her breasts as I kneeled on
the bathmatted bathroom floor before her, serving her every whim, my right
hand plunging the new tampon inside her as she spread her legs as best she
could for me, the applicator being rubbed on her labia and clit before
finding my mouth for a tonguewrap of it and being tossed into the wastecan
also.

   "Chicken smells good, Am', let's go eat."

   Putting her old housecoat on before heading to the kitchen, we kissed
for a moment in her bedroom before she broke spell and called for Ashley to
quit what she was doing wherever she was at and come to dinner.

   Having ignored flipping the chicken pieces like I should have one side
of each was a little more cooked if not slightly burned than the other
sides, my marinade honey and lemon sauce aside, but neither Mickey or Ash
said a word, complimenting me on my usual culinary skills as they wolfed
the poultry and mashed potatoes and gravy and salad and all down.

   Finishing the meal around eight-ish, the hot tub still hadn't been used
and Ashley confessed that she still needed to finish her homework.  "Can I
join in later like usual, Mommy?  she asked.

   "Sure, Baby, but go finish your homework first...we'll come and get you
when we're ready."

   " 'K."

   Ash walked out of the kitchen and down the hall back to the living room
to finish doing her homework as she lay prone in front of the TV per her
normal way of doing things.  Mickey and I went back to her bedroom to shed
our robes and grab a couple of towels, my padded panties hitting the floor,
she unconsciously looking at my soaked pad to see how much blood was on it
as it hit the carpet.

   Hitting the large pushswitch to get the jets going, we slid into the
slightly foamy hot water as it began soaking the tensions and travails of
the day and our lives from our sore and weary muscles and souls.  Scooting
around I leaned back into my Sister that I loved so much.  Her six footish
frame cradled my five five one like a joey in it's mother kangaroo's pouch.
Her hands lazily played with my 34B boobs as I felt her much larger 38C's
press flat against my back.  Her lips and face nuzzled my neck.  We didn't
say a word.  We didn't need to.

   After about half an hour or forty-five minutes our skin started to prune
out so we got out, not really wanting to, both of us having dozed off as
she held me so tenderly in her arms in the freshesh nonsalt hot brine. 
Back in her room, we laid the towels out as she climbed atop them,
stretching out with her face buried between two pillows.  Fishing our
bottle of massage oil out from the nightstand, I first warmed it best I
could under the hot water tap of the lavatory faucet before starting my
slow, easy, sensual massage of my beautiful sibling.  Her muscles and heart
melted under my touch.  Flipping her over, she closed her eyes and just
purred as my hands yes indeed concentrated on her breasts and pussy, my
fingers molding her flesh into passions shortly to come.

   Pulling me down to her, she kissed me fully, my fingers red with her
monthly fluid from working her bleeding twat, she sucking them clean, with
a "your turn, Am-ish..." using a pet name she knew I didn't like much
either just to playfully tease at me.

   Her hands so large she could almost palm a basketball with, my sister
Dearest having been center on her high school basketball team for a year
before foster care circumstances moved her once again, kneaded my lower
back muscles, she knowing from years of experience with me that those spots
usually was where I felt my backcramps from my period the worst, her palms
pushing my mittleschmersch pains aside.

   Flipping me over, she rubbed my lower stomach and uterus rise area,
getting me so relaxed that big glob just freed itself from deep inside me
and plopped out onto the towels beneath me.  Then to my breasts and
nipples, gently tugging on my nips with her oil-slickened fingers as she
leaned into kiss me.  "Wanna do a mudmask, too?" she asked "...sure, why
not?"

   Steaming each other's faces first with washcloths soaked in hot water,
she gopped up a handful of MuddMask from the jar on the vanity, smoothing
it into my ever-so-slightly aging pores of my face, working it thick but
smooth over my cheeks and chin.  Then I did her as well, plucking her
eyebrows straighter with some tweezers before slathering on the bluegray
goo which at thirty dollars a jar was a rip-off but which for the sake of
slow and sensual and sisterly affectionate ritual was worth every penny. 
As we stood there in front of the vanity for a moment our bodies next to
each other's in a nonvised embrace, our menstrual evidence leaking down our
respective legs a little, little stinker Ashley burst through the
half-closed bathroom door in all her naked glory with a "hi Mommy, Aunt
Amy...I'm through with my homework...can I play some, now?"

   "Sure, Baby, sure..." Mickey whispering aloud to her.

   Wanting to be treated like a grown-up in every respect she first wanted
a MuddMask too.  Michele sat on the toilet and spackled her sweetest
six-year-old daughter's face with the slimy goo of women's vanity, trying
to create a perfect beauty she didn't need because at six she was already a
perfect beauty.

   Cleaning up our twats a bit with old washcloths, the dampened cold of
them being something I never have gotten comfortable with, Ashley helped
both of us with a familiarity that would be too weird if it weren't for the
fact that this was how Mickey and I and our sisters all had grown up as
well, we made a quick run to the kitchen to get glasses of Coke before
playfulling jogging back to our, errrr, Michele's bedroom.  Clicking on the
TV atop the chest of drawers, Mickey ran the gamut of channels again before
clicking it off as she nestled next to me on one side and Ash did on the
other, the three of content just being close to each other.

   Getting up to head back to the bathroom for a moment, we peeled and
picked at each other's now-dried MuddMask, washing the trace residuals off
with a funny roughness and steaming hot water.  Ashley pulling and picking
at her mother's dried mud mask as Mickey knelt before her, Michele kissed
her full on the lips more as a lover than a daughter.  Nothing new there.
In the six months or so since she had initiated Ash into the ways of our
family, she had become an apropos at apropos time lover to her, which was
regular but not daily, she not having any problems switching back and forth
between her roles and identities as both daughter and lover, as neither did
Mickey or I when we were growing up with Mom.

   Back in the bed, Michele and I quickly sunk down into our familiar
sixty-nine as we lay on our sides, our fingers and tongues exploring where
they willed.  Ash being the monkey that she is would scoot from one cunt to
the other, manually playing with and licking as she liked who she wanted to
when she wanted to.  Mom had always been "careful" not to oral us during
our weekly playtimes with her, our sexplay with her being strictly mutual
masturbation, she getting oral with us only a few times during all our
years together as a family.  But Mickey had made a conscious decision not
to worry about being oral with her daughter or her daughter her during
their mutual sexplay times together.  They mostly did handfrigs and
massages and such, but if she felt like licking Ashley's little cunny she
did, and if Ashley wanted to tongue her Mom's she did or if she wanted
Mick' to tongue her she knew she could ask anytime.  Over the years that
Michele and I had been giving each other comfort and love and pleasures
untold by our monthly at least times together we had lost our fear of being
"lesbian" with each other by our oral'ing of each other, so we just didn't
care any longer.

   My tongue probed deep into Mickey's tunnel, like licking the last tiny
bit of strawberry ice cream out of the very bottom of an ice cream cone. 
Ashley smiled at me as she kneeled next to me as my face lay buried in her
mother and my sister's crotch, I offering my lightly blood-covered tongue
to her and she accepting, sucking my pink tongue like it was a raw hotdog.
We kissed as my arm reached around and pulled her closer to me for a
moment. Her arm held my shoulders closer to her as well.  From the
headboard Mickey looks down at us as her daughter and sister kissed a
lover's kiss and beamed a proud smile at us while she ground her pudenda a
little harder into the MuddMask'd smooth of my cheek.

   Then it became "lover's choice", and I was first.  Mickey sucked on one
breast while Ash did my other one, her sweetest tiny mouth sucking my
nipple more like an infant than a young woman.  When she was still an
infant she'd sometimes suck on them when I'd come over just so Michele
could have a break, not caring usually that no milk came out of them unless
she was really hungry.  As they sucked a hand from each frigged my
womanspace and clit, the feel of Ash's little fingers contrasting
noticeably with the angularity of her mother's as my labia and lovetunnel
and G-spot was expressed.  Cover me in honey and throw to me to my sister
and niece anytime.

   Then it was Mickey's turn.  Ashley striding her mother's face, I scooted
around and down and picked up her butt enough to get off the towels and
stuck my tongue firmly on and in her anus.  She didn't last long, she never
does when I do that, Grin.  Then it was Ashley's.  Ash can be a downright
little stinker when she wants to be, and doesn't have just one or two
favorite things to do or have done to her during her "dealer's choice"
times with us.  After Uncle Ken's visit and hearing something that Mick'
probably didn't want her to, she told her that she wanted to tie her up and
spank her, just like Uncle Ken had done a week or so before.  I would have
given a thousand bucks to have had a camera right then to take a picture of
her face.

   "C'mon, now, Sis, this is 'lover's choice' and she has chosen, so you
gotta give, hehehehhe..." I couldn't help but just burst out laughing.

   She half-rose up as her hands propped up on her hips with a
"...hhharrummppp..."

   "Now Sis, there's no harrump to it...Ashley is part of our fun, and she
wants her fun to be spanking Mommy..."

   Michele took a couple of deep breaths and reached to pull Ashley closer
to her.  "Maybe...well, okay...but this is for fun...I'm not letting you
spank me because I need to be punished for anything I've done wrong...and
if you ever need to be spanked, you'll get a real one, okay, Sweetie?"

   "Okay, Mommy...I understand...where's Uncle Steve's rope?"

   I just burst out laughing, geehawing so hard that a dribble of urine
leaked out down my leg with my drying menstrual fluid, Mickey punching me
in the ribs hard enough to break my laughing fit.

   "Uncle Steve's toys are back in his closet, and you know we're not
supposed to go in his room without his permission..."

   "Oh, I'll find something that we can use!!!" I teased as I rolled off
the bed to go get us some wet washcloths and find something to tie up and
spank her with.

   The two of them followed me into the bathroom.  Michele and I washed and
cleaned each other's cunts as Ashley helped us, making half-love as we did,
gropes and kisses and all being freely exchanged.

   Stopping in her closet to poke around, two old silken scarves hung from
a skirt hanger.  Perfect.  Ashley made a slow, erotic, teasing show of
tying Michele's hands behind her back.  I made sure the knots were good and
tight, hehehe.  Propping her up on all fours, Mickey's exposed ass and
bleeding cunt presented themselves before her precocious little
six-year-old.  Ashley didn't spare her.  With a wicked gleam in her eye,
her tiny open palm repeatedly slapped her Mom's pussy and asscheek.  I told
Ash to make her Mom count them down from thirty, and Mickey turned her head
to shoot me a gaze that could have frozen a medusa.  "30...29...28..." then
on down as she expertly placed her blows here and there on her upturned
rump as I gently played with her tits and kissed her neck as she knelt tied
up and face down on the bed before my niece and me.  "Don't get too amused,
Am', this little tart of a daughter of mine could have picked you or both
of us instead of just me, hehehehe yourself..." she grunted.

   "That was kinda boring, Mommy...it was okay, but I don't think I'll do
it anymore..." Ash mentioned to Mick' as she and I untied her wrists.

   It was now three past eleven pee emm.  "C'mon, Stinker, you've had your
fun for tonight...way past your bedtime, school's tomorrow, so give me a
kiss and get your rump to bed before I return the favor!"

   "Can I have a goodnight hug, Mommy, Aunty Amy?"

   The three of us sat on the blood-crusted towels on the bed just hugging
each other.  Michele gave her daughter a motherly kiss on the cheek as
Ash's hands gently touched and felt Mickey's left breast as I hugged
Ashley's waist closer to me.  We sighed a simultaneous happy sigh as Ash
broke her embrace of us and pittered-pattered towards her bedroom.

   Alone in her bedroom, we lay next to each other, our eyes deeply seeking
the love for each other through the windows of each other's souls.  My hand
deeply frigged her pussy and she mine, our mutual mensing fluids lubricant
enough so that our hands slipped past our respective labias, our wrists
bumping each other's pubic bones in our mutual slow hand-fuck of each
other. Her mouth licked at my nipples for a moment, then mine hers. 
Pulling out, our hands grasped each other's as our fingers interlocked and
our bonding with each other went beyond manual into the ethereal.  Our
hands easing up between our faces, our tongues licked our shared feminine
essences like two momma cats cleaning each other before we flipped around
in a last good-night sixty-nine and finished actually doing so, chewing on
each other's labia as our tongues drilled one last testhole seeking the oil
of our familial connection.

   "It's late, Sis, I gotta go...awanna take a quick shower with me?"

   "Sure."

   The hot water hitting the bottom of the tub/shower ran pink as the
evidence of our cunt tartar lovesession was washed away for one more month.
Well, maybe just another day or two, depending on if one or both of us got
superhorny, hehehehe.

   The desert air was dry and cold as it hit my still damp skin in the
midnight still, the warmth of the blood on my pad keeping my pussy icky
feeling but cozy, Mickey's sweet goodbye kiss leaving my lips longing for
our next time.

   -30Send comments to: pdweller@yahoo.com





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   Anne's Story ~ Hard Drive by PlanetDweller

   pdweller@yahoo.com

   (MF, Adult bro/sis incest, BDSM, romantic, semi non-consensual forced,
slight caution)

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   The computer dominated the small room as well as the young woman who sat
before it.  Anne was wearing a look of frustration on her face and angrily
paging through a manual on the desk.  She knew it was only her paranoia,
but she could have sworn the computer was smiling and silently mocking her
futile attempts to control it.

   It was actually her brother, Robert, who was smiling and enjoying her
frustration.  He was sitting on the sofa in the living room and pretending
to read a magazine, but was actually looking in on her through the half-way
open door between the rooms.  He admired her determination to learn how to
use his computer, and was completely amused by her frequent fits of anger
when the machine didn't do what she expected of it.  She had such a temper,
and acted like much like a spoiled child, yelling and shaking her fist at
the uncaring piece of electronic junque.

   Robert found it all quite funny, if a bit worrisome.  One of those days
she was going to accidentally break something during one of her tantrums.
He thoroughly expected to witness such a fit at any moment.  Looking over
the top of his magazine at her as she continued to turn the pages of the
manual, he kept his snickers quiet and waited.

   Just as he had expected, she soon slammed the book shut and gave it a
good smack.

   "Stupid book!..." she grumbled "...what's the point of having a manual
if it doesn't answer the questions?.

   She shoved the book off the desk and Robert heard it hit the floor with
a fluttering of the pages.  He began to laugh despite himself.

   "Robert, Brother Dear..." she called out angrily "...you out there!?!"

   He cleared his throat quickly.  "Yes, I'm here on the sofa...do you need
any help?"

   "Yes..." she admitted "...would you come in here and show me how to get
this stupid thing working?"

   He put down his magazine and stood up.  When he entered his spare
bedroom converted to computer and entertainment room, Anne had retrieved
the manual and was again paging through it with a look of determination on
her face.  She had her back to him as he paused to look at her for a
moment. In their twenty-some years growing up together, he had never really
bothered to look her at her so intently, and he didn't understand why he
was being drawn to the lines and curves on her face.

   They had always been close friends as well as brother and sister.  But
now for the first time, he noticed how truly lovely her straight jet-black
hair was, in contrast to his own wavy medium-brown locks.  She had it
pulled back in a girlish ponytail and tied with a red ribbon.  Her white
neck and untanned shoulders seemed to be inviting his touch.

   She stood up from the book and turned around.  "Well, are you going to
help me, or not?"

   He startled as he came back to reality and mumbled an apology.  Looking
at the monitor, he immediately saw what the problem was.  Reaching his arms
around her from behind, he began to type.

   "Wait!..." Anne said as she turned to look at him from the computer
chair "...tell me what you're doing so I can learn." She looked like a
determined child who had been thwarted in her attempts to get away with
something forbidden.

   From somewhere deep inside him, knowing or caring not from whence it had
dwelled up, Robert felt a sudden urge to kiss his sister smack on her
pouting mouth, but kept himself in check.  "It would be hard to explain..."
he mumbled, continuing to type "...to be honest, I don't know how you
managed to screw things up so badly and get this configuration in the first
place."

   She folded her arms and began to pout in earnest but only for a brief
moment before a look of panic crossed her face visibly to him and quickly
hit the push-button that tuned off the monitor.

   Robert sighed and gritted his teeth for a moment.

   "What are you doing?!..." he asked, beginning to feel his own
frustration surfacing.  She was so difficult to deal with at times.  "...I
can't help you if I can't see what I'm doing, Anne."

   "It's okay..."she said quickly "..I don't think I want to use the
computer right now anyway.

   She stood up from the computer chair and turned to go to his bathroom
down the hall, thinking she had actually turned the computer off totally
instead of just the monitor.  He stood back as she walked away, watching
the swinging of her nice ass inside her miniskirt, silently chiding himself
for be so suddenly and wrongly libidinously thinking about his sister, and
decided to turn his attention back to his machine.

   In a moment he had retrieved the file she had been working on before she
had called him to help.  A surprised smile curled his lops as he began to
read the textfile.  Now he understood why she had suddenly turned off the
monitor she was exiting out of the application she had been in.  The file
was a blatantly pornographic story!  Leaning forward, he began reading her
story with increasing interest.

   In the story, a young woman was depicted as being tied to a four-poster
bed while her lover alternately caressed her and beat her with his belt. 
Robert felt himself getting an erection despite himself even though he had
never been interested in bondage and discipline that much, trying to
imagine why Anne had been writing this sort of fantasy-story.

   He closed his eyes and wondered silently what Anne would look like tied
to a four-poster bed - helpless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted
to do to her.  He began thinking of all the things about his Sister Dearest
that had never crossed his mind before.  The thought of stripping her naked
bottom with his own belt suddenly became deliciously appealing to him, from
a place somewhere in his soul he had no clue existed until then.  So was
the thought of watching and feeling her struggling in vain against him.  He
laughed quietly to himself as he thought about how much she really deserved
a good whipping for all the past hurts and embarrassments that his older
sister had beset upon him over the years.  And, a good whipping would go a
long way towards calming her irritating temper.

   The hard drive made slight whirring sound as the screen saver engaged
and Robert realized that he had been daydreaming, the screen saver flashing
a bright yellow smiley face at him at various intervals.  Robert had never
noticed before, but the darned thing seemed to be smirking rather than
smiling.  He hit the spacebar and returned to the story, hoping to be
finished by the time Anna returned from the bathroom.

   The woman in the story had been beaten and teased into a near-frenzy and
the man was beginning to have sex with her.  He kissed and touched her red
bottom, commenting on how warm it was to the touch.  She whined and pleaded
with him to release her.  He told her to beg.  She gladly begged him to let
her go, but he wasn't pleased with her level of sincerity.  So he began to
beat her with the belt again until she screamed and begged enough to suit
him.  The two had passionate sex for the rest of the story.

   Robert squired in the computer chair trying to find a comfortable
position as he imagined doing the same thing to Anne.  Did she want him to?
Was that why she had called him in here?  She had to know that he was going
to find the story eventually on his computer and read it.  He was lost in
the desire to possibly act out his fantasy when she returned to the room.
Never before that evening had a single incestuous thought about his sister
ever crossed his mind, let alone one involving such a scene of domination
which wasn't usually in his consciousness, either.  He swirled around in
the ortho computer chair and faced her with a hungry smile.

   She looked at him and raised her eyebrows in question: "what?".

   "I think you should go upstairs and wait for me there" he responded
coolly.  He couldn't believe what he was saying to her.

   "Why?" she looking sincerely confused at his blunt, unusual request.

   "Just go...we have something to resolve."

   Shrugging her shoulders, she turned and headed up the stairs.  He felt a
sudden thrill at her response and began to imagine exactly what he was
going to do to her.  He didn't even notice the slight whir of the computer
as he left the room.

   Anne took a seat on his bed in his master bedroom since there was no
other place to sit and waited for her Brother-Friend to arrive.  She
pondered the strange look he had on his face when she had returned from the
bathroom.

   What had that been about?  A discomforting thought occurred to her as
she sat waiting; what if she had actually done something really bad to the
computer, his assurances aside that she couldn't do anything to do
irreparable harm to it?  What if she had accidentally erased the hard drive
of something like that?  Perhaps Robert was really angry with her.  She
swallowed hard, hoping that she was mistaken.

   After a few moments Robert opened the bedroom door and stood there
looking down on her with an odd expression on his face - one she had never
seen before.  She bit her bottom lip knowing that he was surely angry with
her.  She hoped that she hadn't done anything that was going to be costly
to repair.

   "Did I do something bad?..." she asked in her sweetest voice.

   Robert began to roll up the cuffs of his sleeves of his white cotton
shirt, then thrust his hands into his pockets.  He gave her a patient smile
and nodded.

   "Yes, you did."

   Anne sighed and looked up apologetically at him.  "I'm sorry Robert...I
didn't mean to cause any trouble with the computer...I just forgot how to
exit the file, and..."

   She stopped suddenly as he sat down next to her on the bed.  He placed
his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them slowly and
deliberately.  Anne shuddered form the chill that ran through her as he
touched her.  This was her brother, after all.  Still, she delighted in his
warm touch - unexpected as it was.  She had had a deeply secret crush on
him since they were kids, but certainly never had expected even this tad
little bit to come to reality fruition.  She closed her eyes and allowed a
sigh to escape her lips as he moved his hands over her neck and then along
her jawline.

   Anne felt a warm excitement envelope her as he expertly continued to
touch her in ways she had only dreamed he would.  She felt her own desires
growing and decided to put a stop to things before they went too far.  But
as she opened her mouth to protest, he took her chin firmly in his hand and
turned her face towards his.  He looked deeply into her brown eyes and
kissed her passionately.  She closed her own eyes and responded to his kiss
eagerly as she felt her own resistance melting away.  She placed her arms
around his neck and hungrily returned his kisses as she ran her hands
through his hair.

   Robert cupped his sister's right breast in his hand and caressed it
gently.  He could feel her hardened nipple through her blouse and teased it
with his thumb.  Feeling certain that she was as ready as he was, he began
to unfasten the buttons of her sheer blouse.  He pushed her open blouse off
her shoulders and stared at her breasts held tightly in her lace brazier.
He undid the front clasp and they bounced free.  Her honey-colored nipples
were hard and erect and he immediately took one in his mouth and began to
suck and bite on it.

   Keeping her hands tangled in his hair, Anne tilted her head back and
thrust her breasts towards his face.  As he continued to ravage them with
his hands and mouth she moaned with increasing pleasure and desire.

   As quickly as he had begun to touch her he stopped and stood back.  He
looked down at her sitting on his bed.  Her hair had fallen out of the
ribbon that held it and was cascading all around her naked shoulders.  Her
clothes were half-on half-off .  Her breasts were exposed and beautiful
with their erect nipples.

   "Please don't stop, Robert..." she said demurely as she held out her
arms to him, inviting an embrace "...since we were kids, I have dreamed of
this so many times."

   "Take your clothes off!" he demanded.

   Anne felt a chill run over her with the tone of his voice.  She had
always wanted a man to take control of her.  She didn't know how many times
she had fantasized about her own brother Robert doing just this.  She felt
a weakness in her knees and a queasiness in her stomach.  Despite that she
quickly got to her feet to comply with his wish.

   Robert watched approvingly as she slowly peeled off one piece of
clothing after another.

   "You are quite the little slut, aren't you, Anne?...he asked
rhetorically "...you come over here with the premise of using my computer,
but this is what you actually came over hoping for all along, isn't it?"

   Anne could only nod her head in agreement.  How had he known that?  She
had never breathed a word of her wrong and secret fantasy to a soul ever,
not even to her best friend.

   She now stood before him wearing only her panties.  Hesitating a moment
for effect, she then hooked her thumbs into either side of the
silky-feeling panties and lowered them to her knees where she promptly
stepped out of them.  Looking at the lacy white panties lying on the floor,
Robert noticed that they were slightly damp.  Judging by the blush he
observed on Anne's downcast face, she had noticed as well and felt
embarrassed.

   Robert undid the first few buttons of his shirt and looked appraisingly
at the naked woman who stood submissively before him.  He was having
difficulty keeping himself from moving to quickly.  He wanted to make this
last as long as possible.

   "Turn around" he said, his calm tone belying his burgeoning desire.

   She turned slowly and shyly looked back over her shoulder at him.  Her
skin was lovely and smooth.  She had a faded tanline in a heart-shape on
her bottom which drew his attention there.  Her cheeks were round and firm
and healthily white.  She had kept her beauty so well-hidden over the years
from him under her conservative clothing that he had never suspected that
she would be so lovely.

   He moved towards her and stood directly behind her.  Pressing his body
into hers, he embraced her from behind and returned his hands to her taught
breasts.

   Anne again let head fall backwards as he touched her.  She felt his
gentle but strong hands on her breasts and cried out softly when he began
kissing and biting her neck from behind.  She began involuntarily to twist
her hips, pressing theme firmly into his.  She could feel his erection hard
against her bottom.  She wanted desperately to turn around and kiss him or
touch herself, but she reflexively waited for his permission before she
took any action.

   Turning her head to meet his wide-eye glaze, her eyes pleaded with him
to allow her to do something but he shook his head "no" in refusal at her
unspoken request.

   He led her towards the bed, but before she could lie down on it he put
his hands on her waist and stopped her.  He then pulled two or three of his
oversized pillows free of the bedspread and placed them one atop the other
on the edge of the bed.

   "Bend over" he commanded as he pointed to the pillows.

   Anne looked back over her shoulder at him with a shocked look of
disbelief in her face, a look which was quickly evolving to one of
potential panic.

   "What?...what?..." she asked quietly.  She felt like she would soon pass
out from fear.  Her stomach continued to turn to liquid from her combined
feelings of dismay and intrigue.  Was he serious?

   Robert took her firmly by the shoulders and led her to the edge of the
bed in front of the pile of pillows.  "Bend over and shut your mouth, you
little slut...you now have to pay for your mischief."

   Anne hesitated for a moment lost in thought.  She felt a thrill of
excitement, but was terrified at the same time.  She had spent so many
hours fantasizing about having a man just take her, spank her, and then
make love to her - especially her brother Robert.

   But now that she was on the verge of having her fantasies realized, she
was stricken with fear.  Besides, how had he known?

   "If you do not bend over, I will bend you over myself and tie you down"
threatened Robert.

   She immediately laid her bare stomach across the pillows and balanced
herself on the tips of her toes.  The pillows were high enough that her
naked bottom was hoisted high into the air.  Robert looked approvingly at
the sight.  He was going to enjoy punishing his sister, and he was going to
take a longgggg time doing it.

   Taking a moment to run a hand gently along her left asscheek he felt her
delightfully smooth skin.  She was as soft as satin.  He took his time
stroking her bottom and teasing her by running his finger along her crack.
Slowly he began working his finger inside, she trying to turn her head
around to see what he was doing, he giving her a stern look which was
enough of a warning in itself that she immediately turned her head back.

   He nudged her legs apart wider and continued to tantalize her pussy
until he was gently caressing slightly inside her tight hole.  She moaned
and began to move her most sex to the motions of his hand.  She arched her
back and thrust her bottom out prominently to allow him easier access to
her sex, he taking great pleasure in watching her squirm and stretch to
meet his touch.

   "Do you want me, Sis?.." he asked softly as he kept caressing her
backside.

   "Ye-e-e-ssss!..." she nearly gasped, almost breathless from his touch.

   "Tell me that you want me, ME, Anne."

   "I...want...youuuu!....Robert!..." she responded breathlessly.

   He gave her exposed cunny a little squeeze and walked around to the one
side of the edge of the bed where she could see him better.

   She lifted her face from the bedspread and looked up at him.  Her face
was a mixture of exhilaration and fear.  He smiled down at her smugly and
began to unfasten his belt while she watched in apprehension.

   "First things first..." he said calmly "...you have to learn a little
bit about behaving yourself properly, and I am going to teach you that
lesson now."

   Anne's big brown eyes widened with fright as he pulled his belt off and
doubled it.  Holding it firmly in his right hand, he leaned forward with
both hands landing on the bed and gave her a quick kiss.

   "You deserve this, you little slut...we'll see how hot your temper runs
once I've finished with that sweet little ass of yours...and I'm going to
enjoy every second of this...you've had this coming for a long, long
time..."

   Pushing himself off the bed and back upright, he stood once again and
folded his arms, belt still in hand.  He began to walk back around to the
other side of her again.  Anne felt like she would explode.  She was so
afraid, but simultaneously she felt possessed by her desire for Robert.

   The belt had been a horrible sight.  The thin, black leather strap was
obviously expensive judging by the suppleness of it as he had held it in
front of her.  She knew it was going to hurt terribly and she dreaded the
pain.  Despite that, she didn't make a move to stop him or escape.  Not
after secretly living this scenario in her mind deeply for so many years.

   Anne jumped slightly as her brother laid his left hand on her back and
positioned himself behind her.  He looked once more at her beautifully
clean and smooth bottom proffered before him.  Without further delay, he
drew back the belt above his shoulder and brought it down hard on her rump.
Anne drew a quick breath and released it in a low moan of pain.

   Before she had time to recover, he brought down the belt on her
defenseless bottom again with a resounding smack.  She tensed and rose on
her toes as he brought the belt down for the third time.  He moaning became
louder and more urgent as the pain became harder for her to endure.  When
the belt hit her defenseless flesh for the fourth time, Anne screamed.

   She tensed and relaxed her bottom cheeks in a futile attempt to relieve
the pain but it was just too intense.  After the fifth and sixth blows
landed as heavily and painfully as the others, she began to shriek as her
panic grew.

   Robert was unmoved by her screaming and squirming.  He took no pity on
her.  If anything, he came more excited as he continued to rain blows down
on her bare bottom without mercy.  He distributed the strokes evenly across
the field of her flesh, never increasing or decreasing the his tempo or the
strength of the impacting blows.  He covered her entire bottom with thin
angry red welts that extended down to the tops of her china-white thighs in
a couple of places.

   Anne wasn't holding back any longer.  Her screams were genuine.  She
grasped the bedspread with her fists clenching.  She had begun to twitch
her legs slightly and had rearranged the verticality of the stack of
pillows underneath her butt.

   Robert continued his relentless assault on her trembling bottom.  He
brought the belt down even harder mow, driving Anne's screams to a greater
intensity and to a series of high-pitched curses mixed with please for
cessation.

   Another ten blows strongly fell before Robert paused for a moment to
examine his handiwork.  Anne was moaning into the bedspread and writhing
with the fiery pain in her backside.  He moved the pillow-pile straight
again and adjusted gently adjusted her tail atop it until it was present
and ready once more for his inspection.  He admired the series of red welts
that now marred her doll-like bottom.

   He had given her at least thirty of his best.  Her bottom was hot to the
touch.  She continued to moan but still hadn't begun to actually cry tears,
so he took the belt back quickly and placed three blows in the exact same
place in quick succession.  Anne started to scream again.

   Anne had thought the beating couldn't have gotten any more painful until
Robert had hit the precise same spot three times more within split-seconds
of each other.  She screamed loudly and without shame, tossing her head
from side to side as her brother delivered three more and three more again
to the same line of focus that he was aiming at with his belt on her
bottom.

   She had never felt anything this intense in her whole life and was now
willing to do anything to convince him to stop.



   "Please!...Robert!..." she begged "...I'm sorry for what I did...please
have mercy on me...I can't endure any more of this..."

   "You have no choice!!!..." he snapped back and delivered three more
perfectly placed licks to her left asscheek in quickfire motion "...you'll
have to take this and a whole lot more...I see that I still haven't beaten
the temper out of you..."

   He gave her three vicious strokes to the inside of her right thigh.  She
wailed banshee-like as he then repeated the move on her inside right thigh.


   Anne finally had endured all that she could with dignity and began to
cry.  As tears rolled down her face as she tried to muffle her cries by
burying her face as best she could in the comforter on his bed, she began
trying to slowly edge herself off the bed and away from the terrible belt.

   Robert grabbed her flailing fists and held her wrists behind her back
easily, forcing back to the edge of the bed more properly, releasing
another three licks down low on her left buttcheek.  He then placed his
knee firmly on the small of her back to keep her on the bed.

   "Have you had enough now?!?..." he asked, placing another three blows to
the apogee of her right cheek.

   She screamed and struggled against him.  "Yes!...Oh Yes!!!..." she
sobbed "...please let me go...I'm sorry..."

   He placed another three licks on the same spot where the last three had
landed.

   "Please!..." she begged like a little girl being spanked "...I can't
take anymore...please let me go."

   "You want me to let you go?..." he asked snidely "..I thought you wanted
me, wanted me to do this to you so badly...are you changing your mind,
Sis'?"

   "Nnnn....No..." she replied sincerely, her tears slightly subsiding
"...please, Robert, please - I want you so badly...I haven't changed my
mind."

   He brought the belt down hard three times across her right cheek,
eliciting fevered screams from her renewing struggle within herself.  "I'll
fuck you, Sis, if you beg me to do it."

   "Please, Brother, please..." she whined "...I'm begging you...please
stop....please fuck me."

   "You can do better than that!...:" he growled and brought the belt down
again on her naked bottom.

   "Ooowwwww!!!...please Robert...please, I'm begging and pleading with
you....fuck me!"

   He gave her another ten burning strokes against as she continued to beg
him to stop and have sex with her.  Tears kept rolling down her face and
dampened the bedspread as her face stayed pressed against it.  Robert
finally released her hands and removed his knee from the small of her back.


   Finally free, she grasped her burning bottomcheeks tightly in her hands
and rolled onto her back moaning in pain.  Robert finished undressing
quickly and laid down on the bed beside her, taking her tenderly in his
arms and covering her mouth with his.  He had grown so excited that he
couldn't hold back any longer.  He quickly positioned himself above her as
she lay before him and entered her with one quick thrust.

   She gasped in surprise and delight as the warm, pleasurable feel of him
within her began to grow stronger than the pain which still wracked her
brutalized bottom.

   "Is this what you wanted, Sis?.." he asked softly in her ear as he held
her passionately close to his body as he kissed her earlobe and nibbled on
it gently.

   Anne opened her mouth to answer him but he brought his lips to hers and
thrust his tongue in her mouth with as much control and passion as he had
thrust his swollen sex into her.  She returned his kiss hungrily while he
cupped her head in his hands.

   Grasping his buttocks as she lay underneath him, Anne pulled him toward
her and greedily ground her pudenda against his.  She was beginning to feel
drunk with the pleasure that was building up from deep between her thighs
as she responded to every possessive thrust of his hips.  The stinging in
her bottom now paled in comparison to the ecstasy that was overtaking her,
the tingling and throbbing evidence of a titillating reminder of his
uncompromising domination of her.

   He kneaded her breasts and pinched her hardened nipples which brought
small screams of excitement from her as their lovemaking continued.  He
buried his face between her breasts and kissed them hungrily.  Working his
way along her shoulder and neck, he breathed deeply the floral scent of her
perfume and ripening perspiration.

   She began to main loudly as she finally felt her mounting passion
explode into waves of orgasms.  Oblivious to everything but the feeling of
her brother Robert within her and the dizzying pleasure that enveloped her,
she gasped and called out his name.

   Robert took her hands in his and held them against the bed firmly as he
allowed himself to succumb to his own growing ecstasy that was beginning to
overwhelm him.  He plunged his member forcefully into her, time and time
and time and time again, driving her bruised bottom into the bed with each
determined thrust of her hips.  Orgasm swept over him suddenly and he
gasped audibly from the strength of it.  His body trembled and shook as the
spasms overtook him, then slowly decreased in intensity.  With a strong
sigh, he tensed and finally collapsed breathlessly onto the bed with his
dearest sister.

   Later as Anne rested her head on Robert's chest as he affectionately
stroked her hair, she turned to face him and ask him the question that had
been nagging at her since all that had just happened started a few hours
back.

   "How did you know?"

   "Know what?" he replied with puzzled expression.

   "How did you know that I wanted you to totally dominate me like you did
and then make sweet, tender love to me?...I know I've never said anything
to anyone about it, let alone you...have I, Robert?"

   "Well, you left that suggestive story on the hard drive...that told me
everything I needed to know."

   It was Anne's turn to become confused.  "What story?...I didn't have a
suggestive story on your hard drive...I was working on my French paper for
my night class and while I was trying to figure out the key combinations to
get the special French characters to type, the darned computer just went
nuts."

   Robert's jaw dropped in sincere surprise.

   "You didn't write that story I read, seriously!?"

   Anne silently shook her head "uh-uh".

   "Well, then..." Robert thought aloud for both of them "...if you didn't
write it, and I know I didn't write it, who wrote it, and how did it get on
my damn computer?"

   Downstairs in an empty room, the computer whirred and beeped softly,
contentedly, the smiley face screen saver smirking, its master now happy at
last.

  
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   The Dawn

   by

   Planetdweller

   Written for Anne D., 2-23-95

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   Dusk settles slipping slod clothes shed falling rod ropes felt tied mod
blindfolds illuminate seeing dod

   but the truth night hides all you give yourself totally into my will,
recruit

   kiss the rod of love, of discipline bare your bottom as you bare your
soul lose your will, so that you may win

   submission becomes control and control becomes meaningless your body
becomes my toy your mind is mine, open then fold

   In a world where no means yes and stop means don't ever I destroy your
boundaries you settle for nothing less

   gags speak volumes qod playmarks feel tying jod skins become clothes kod
Dawn break harping sod

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pedo)

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   My pussy absolutely twinged when I heard the knock at the door.  For
years I had waited for this moment to arrive, and finally it had.  On the
other side of the door was my Uncle Ken, my uncle Ken who was also my
half-brother.  My half-brother, yes, but also more than that, since his
father was my father and the father of my mother who was his sister as
well. Confused?  Don't feel bad.  My family tree is so complicated that you
need a degree in horticulture to begin to understand it.  All I knew was
that after all these years of he and I being long-distance-only best
friends, after Mom had "permitted" us to get in contact with each other
back when I was eighteen or so, fourteen or so years ago, that the travails
of he being on the East Coast and I on the Left one and never having met
face-to-face despite being so emotionally close were finally coming to an
end.

   "Hi, 'Chele, Dear, it's so good to see you!!!" he exclaimed as we
hugged. And hugged.  And hugged.

   His lips met mine and my tongue gently parted his lips.  My breasts
pressed into his large chest through my knit blouse.  My hand rubbed the
small of his back as our kiss continued.  His hand found my butt and gently
squeezed.  For the next four days, we would have each other, finally, after
all these years of anticipation.  My brother, my uncle.  Perhaps I should
explain.

   The original sibling group of my Mom, and my two uncles were broken up
in late '57 by the circumstances of my grandparents' marriage.  The details
of why they broke up aren't important, let's just say there were multiple
reasons as there is in any situation which requires the legal break up of
an intact family unit.  Well, I guess I need to say one reason is that my
father, who also was my grandfather, while being a dashing and handsome
bohemian rogue, had some emotional problems among which was the fact that
he liked to beat on pregnant women, especially if the woman in question was
his spouse or significant other.

   After my Mom's sibling group was broken up, they were all adopted by
other biological siblings of my grandmother or grandfather, except my Uncle
Ken, who was adopted by the best friend of the brother of my biological
maternal grandfather.  Got all that?  All the adoptions were open, and even
though some secrets were kept until much later, my mother and Uncle Gary,
who were adopted by my grandmother's brother who was head of the Baptist
Missions for East Africa, grew up staying in contact via mail and phone
regularly and seeing my Uncle Ken every four years when they came back over
from Africa on furlough.

   When she was sixteen, though, my Mom ran away from her parents who were
her uncle and aunt as well as being her adoptive mother and father, and
moved in with her/my/our biological father, Fred, who lived in San Pedro at
the time.  I'm not sure of the exact sequence of events, I'm not sure if
there was love, if they were in love or not, or what, but a couple of years
later I was born.  My Mom's circumstances changed and re-changed, patterns
of living and life started repeating themselves, and soon after her
marriage to a sailor, the father of three of my younger sisters broke up,
we all were placed in the foster care system of California.

   I saw my Mom from time to time, every few weeks or so, while being a
foster kid.  She told me about my Uncle Gary and Uncle Ken and Aunt Peggy
(who was born several years after the original three of them had been put
up for adoption and my grandparents had briefly gotten back together) and
all, but at the time it really didn't make a whole lot of difference to me.

   After I turned eighteen, Mom gave me Uncle Ken's address and phone
number, and suggested I contact him.  I did, and over the next couple of
years we became fast friends, the best of friends.  A couple of years after
that Mom, in a manic depressive episode, confessed to her landlord of the
duplex where she lived outside of Sacramento the one secret she had always
kept from me, the answer to the one question I had always had but she had
always begged off answering, that of who my father was.  She always had
told me back then she had very promiscuous, which I knew was a true fact by
what I had heard from other family members, and didn't know.  But in a fit
of blind confusion she had told Lita, her landlady and friend, that her
father and my grandfather Fred was my father, too.  That next day, Lita
called and told me what Mom had told her.

   It made perfect sense.  I do look an awful lot like him (he died a few
months back, BTW).  In fact, I look more like him than Mom, Aunt Peggy, or
Uncles Gary or Ken.  I also was and am part of Mom and them's "link" for a
better term, a psychic circle of awareness that I had always seemed to be
part of but none of my sisters did.  I also shared the same circle of
common traits that they all shared, among them including a higher than
average intelligence, an ability of physically heal very quickly from blunt
trauma injuries, an immune system that could fight off almost anything, a
zone of awareness of my immediate surroundings which kept me out of danger
in almost all cases, lightning quick reflexes, above average strength for
my size (though I am quite an Amazon anyway at six foot even tall and a
nice shape and build generally) and muscle mass, super high energy
generally and being a true hypersexual as the result of that energy level
specifically.

   It made perfect sense, but it was still a shock, a big one.  I called
Mom immediately after Lita called and told me and she confirmed it, then
hung up on me, not wanting to talk further right then.  Then I called Uncle
Ken and talked with him.  Even though he and his wife were swingers and
pretty open-minded about sex and such things, I still expected a somewhat
negative reaction from him, but I didn't know who else to call.  I need to
talk with someone, and I couldn't call my adoptive grandparents with them
being missionaries and all and didn't want to tell any of my sisters, not
at least right then, so I called Uncle Ken.

   To my mild surprise, he wasn't judgmental at all.  In fact, he was
downright supportive.  He told if anything, that we sharing the same
father, if it was my biological maternal grandfather, made him feel even
closer to me.  In many ways, it seemed to make me feel closer to him, too.
Especially as the years passed, even though I asked him to and he always
respected my wishes for him not to openly refer to me as his sister even in
private conversations, he always signing his letters originally and email
eventually as "Uncle Ken", the fact we were half-brother and sister (or am
I even more than a full sister to him somehow, considering everything?) as
well as uncle and niece definitely gave us a closer tie than almost
anything you could imagine.

   Still, we never met face-to-face.  When he did come out to the West
Coast, it was always on one of his consulting gigs and he never had time
even to swing down and see me, it was always push push push with him doing
stuff for his clients before flying back to North Carolina.  He has yet to
take a vacation as an adult either, not a full week one or better.  I
suppose when you're a hand-to-mouth if nationally-known consultant it's
hard to take time off for a vacation.  Like he was fond of saying, when he
has the time he doesn't have the money and vice' versa.  And me with my
modest circumstances I never had either to where I could fly east to spend
any time with him.

   We were and are as close as two people could possibly be, considering,
don't believe anything less.  Otherwise, my tongue wouldn't be searching
for his uvula as we hugged at my front door, smiling and holding and
kissing each other.

   Four days.  Having driven in from San Diego to El Cajon that Friday
morning, we had until the following Tuesday when he had to drive back to
San Diego to do his consulting gig before then flying back to N.C.  that
following Friday afternoon.

   "I love you, 'Chele...." he murmured to me as we kissed "...I love
you..."

   "I love you too, Uncle Ken, I love you so much , too..." whisperingly I
replied.

   No, dammit, "the rules" never have applied to either he or I nor our/my
sibling group, and weren't going to apply now or for the next four days,
either.  Rules are for those who are brought up believing them as
propaganda.  Other than basic moral strictures such as though shalt not
steal or though shall not kill, all other rules are norms of society, not
rules of God or His natural laws.  Unconditional love is unconditional
love. Uncle Ken and I loved each other truly unconditionally.  And our
unique set of genetic circumstances, our psychic link with each other and
others in our sibling group including my Mom/his sister, our energy level
which includes our true, hours and hours and hours-on-end ability to make
love, no, dammit, yes, dammit, that meant to us that any normal rules of
incest prohibition didn't apply to us or our family structure.

   While I was twelve or thirteen and in the foster care maze, he and Mom
had talked about her coming to live with he and his wife Cathy in a
permanent triad marriage situation, Mom told me later after she told me the
truth about Fred being our father.  Uncle Ken and Mom loved each other but
weren't in love with each other.  Uncle Ken is truly hypersexual like all
of us are, Mom had never had a hypersexual man despite going through a
lifetime of them like an elephant goes through a bag of peanuts, and Mom
was also bisexual enough to enjoy Uncle Ken's wife Cathy.  But things
simply never worked out.  Neither Uncle Ken or Mom ever would say why, all
they would say it that it almost but in the end didn't happen.

   Within that triad marriage mix they originally had hoped to include me
and maybe even my next-in-line-in-age sister, Amy, too.  Before everything
had gone to hell in a handbasket with her marriage to 'Skorsy and we were
feed to the foster care grinder, Mom had gently and non-push-ily sexualized
me first when I was five or six and then Amy when she turned five or so and
then my next-youngest sister Rachael when she turned five or so as well. 
It wasn't a big deal then, or now.

   When I was five or six, instead of Mom bathing me by kneeling outside of
the tub and washing me, she simply drew up some water and we took a bath
together.  I had seen her nude all my life so that wasn't a big deal. 
While washing my vulva, she simply took a little longer than normal, and
ended up gently masturbating me and then had me wash her pussy and gently
masturbate her as well while we both were in the tub.  Over the next years
until shit happened, things progressed where she'd come to my bed at night
usually one or two nights per week and masturbate me and I her as we lay
close to each other.  She never did eat me or ask me to eat her.  When Amy
and then Rachael came of age, she did the same with them too.  On a few
occasions Mom and I and either Amy and/or Rachael did do some things
together as a group, Mom usually attending to us one-to-one in private.

   Years later, she told me that her plan had been to eventually include
her then-husband 'Skorsy into the fun she and I had along with she had with
my sisters, but since he, Skors', became so abusive and all eventually
which is why she eventually left even though she knew it meant giving us up
to foster care she decided against the idea with him at least, since she
feared he would have become abusive instead of loving with us.  When things
almost happened with her and Uncle Ken and his wife, it had been their
mutual plan to at least consider the possibility of including me and/or Amy
into their triad marriage relationship, assuming they could have somehow
rescued us from foster care.  But the three of them never got married, and
I never got to be adopted or become a lover to my Uncle Ken, not at least
until now.

   We laughed through our kisses as my roommate and former fianc e Steven
wandered in from work, stepping around us as we kissed.  Steven and I still
loved each other, and don't laugh, but more as a brother and sister than
former significant others who almost married but didn't.  After we broke
up, Steven had let me stay in the condo he had just bought for us for our
marriage, and I dunno, somehow over the years we just stayed together,
stayed together for support and love and friendship.  Steven was my
second-best male friend for sure, behind Uncle Ken.  We hadn't made love in
years, well okay not including that one blow job I gave him when we both
went on a bar hopping hunt and both got way too drunk some years back, and
while comfortable around each other semi-nude or nude, we respected and
gave each other space, something that's necessary in a smallish
three-bedroom condo.  Even when Ashley was born six years ago and I feared
that Steven who never really liked kids would ask me to!  leave with her if
not outright throw me out, Steven surprised me as he is wont to do and
became more of a father to Ashley than her real father who I did love at
one time despite him being such a flake but wouldn't marry in a million
years because he was also such a liar and dog by telling me that as long as
he had a place, I had a place, the unstated part of that being that of
course I had to contribute my share of the mortgage payment as rent to him.

   Steven knew all about Uncle Ken, all about Fred our real biological
father and my Mom and all, and didn't care, as long as we didn't screw on
the dining room table and hurt his feelings since he knew he could never
have me again.  Uncle Ken grabbed Steven's shoulder as he tried to scoot
around us and included him in our group hug for a moment before Steve broke
friendly away and kicked off his shoes near the couch before heading to and
closing his bedroom door up the stairs.

   Uncle Ken and I settled on the couch, not breaking our hug or kisses. 
Our eyes looked so deeply into each other's, seeing the truth of who and
what we were in blinding confirmation.  If there had ever been any doubt,
and no I never did ask Mom or Fred for blood samples or genetic tongue
scrapings to prove or disprove Fred's paternal parentage of me or nor
before Fred died a few months back, my soul totally connecting Ken's
removed what if any unconscious doubt about us being brother and sister was
left.

   We kissed and kissed and kissed.  He seemed a little shy, still.  Silly
Uncle Ken.  I took his hand and placed it squarely on my left breast,
molding it to me.  We both wanted what we wanted.  No rules.  At least no
conventional rules of conventional society.  I unzipped his pants and freed
his cock, my mouth clamping down on it.

   "God, 'Chele, I have waited sooooo long for this moment".

   "I have too, Uncle Ken, I have too".

   He hadn't lied about his size.  His full seven plus inches filled my
mouth as he leaned back on the couch and I leaned into him.  I had had
bigger cocks and longer cocks, but never one that tasted sweeter.  He came
almost immediately in my mouth, the saltiness of his come tasting almost
Cloroxy, but his hard didn't die, if anything it got stronger, as I knew it
would.  If we were genetic freaks as exhibited from our hypersexuality, at
least we could enjoy ourselves now.  Like Mom, I had never had a truly
hypersexual man in my life, one who could match or exceed my own libido,
but knew I had one now in my brother and uncle, and was going to take
enjoyment in every sweet second of being with him, someone whom I had come
to unconditionally love over the years.

   "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhuuhhuuuhhh..." my dearest Uncle Ken grunted as he came
again in my mouth, his hands grabbing and holding my head down closer to
his crotch as he mouth-fucked me "...Michele...'Chele...Mee-chele...".

   "Yes, Uncle Ken?"

   "That's incredible..."

   "Thank you...I love you Uncle Ken..."

   "I love you too...I just didn't think we'd get this hard and heavy so
quickly...I...I have something for you..."

   My eyes rolled up with curiosity as our gazes met each other as I leaned
back up, his cock remaining erect as his hand fished a bulge out of his
left pants pocket, the bulge showing to be a velveteen jeweler's case.

   "It's...this is for you, Dearest, dearest niece and sister of mine..."

   He crossed my usually unstated and our mutually normally unwritten rule
by calling me sibling instead of just familial relation, but I didn't mind,
not too much at least.  Flicking open the case, glints of diamonds
serenaded my imagination.  A diamond heart-shaped pendant consisting of
probably twenty or more diamonds around a 14K white gold heart silhouette
mounting.  My heart absolutely melted.  I hadn't expected this, not at all.
My lips kissed him full on his, the taste of his semen still fresh on my
tongue.  He accepted my love-offering of his own manhood fluidic essence
without qualm or faux disgust.  His arm pulled my neck and face closer to
his as we kissed.  My hand found and played with his still erect cock.

   "I hope you like it..."

   "Like it?...LIKE IT?...I LOVE IT!!!..." I exclaimed to the point of
shouting.

   "Let's see how it looks on you, then..."

   I pulled of my blue knit top in one motion.  My 34C breasts heaved
inside my bra.  He looked at my tits with interesting lust.  Leaning my
head forward, the soft sound of quiet snap of safety hook snapped my
diamond heart around my very real heart of love for my Uncle Ken.  My hands
flicked the front clasp of my bra open.  My breasts were free to his touch.
His fingers gently massaged my nipples as he leaned into me to kiss me.  My
diamond heart rose and fell atop my heaving breasts.  We leaned into each
other for an even more full kiss if that was possible, his still erect cock
poking me in the stomach.

   "I love you..." he huskily coughed.

   "I love you, too...my brother, Ken..."

   A spurt of come slowly leaked onto my naked torso as our eyes continued
to lock radar-like onto each other's, our lips melding, our tongues
wrestling, his hands all over my naked boobs, my hand slowly jacking him
off.

   For another moment time and space were suspended.  For fourteen years I
had been, we had been, waiting for this moment, and now every concept of
fantasy, every concept of what might be or might have been was now becoming
a reality more profound than anything my poor old brain could have
imagined.

   "I haven't had anything to eat since last night, 'had to catch the
red-eye in this morning...I'm starved...wanna get something to eat?..." he
asked, momentarily breaking our liplock.

   I couldn't believe it.  I couldn't help but laugh.  My hypersexual uncle
and brother in my arms and in my heart right where I wanted him, days of
non-stop passion awaiting us, and he wants to stop and get something to
eat. I suppose "when you're forty-three, food becomes almost as important
as sex, doesn't it, hu Unk?" I playfully teased at him.

   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   His rented Stratus smelled of new rented car as he drove us a few blocks
further into town to Sam's Steakhouse in the ministrip shopping center
where the Wal-Mart where I normally worked was located at.  Living in El
Cajon for the past some years, I had never been to Sam's before.  The
McDonald's near the condo complex where I lived was more my speed and
budget, I admit.  The few nicer cars, the newer Lincolns and Mercedes and
such were parked in front of it, as they normally congregate in the asphalt
sea parking lot.  "Enjoy, 'Chele, this is on the client's dime anyway..."
he smiled as he opened the car door for me.

   Remembering I hadn't called Amy yet to check on my sweet Ashley, I
walked the hundred feet back towards to the Wal-Mart to the pay phone and
dropped a quick dime.  Ashley was fine Amy said, and "go enjoy yourself".
Amy and I had a unique if strange relationship as sisters, but all things
considered considering how unique and difficultly we had been raised, we
still loved each other, and she loved her niece Ashley to death.  She knew
what I had planned with our Uncle Ken, and was excited about he and I
becoming lovers finally.

   He had the eight ounce filet mignon, and I had the surf-and-turf. 
Feeding each other, we PDA'd like new lovers totally enamored with each
other, which we were.  He finishing half a dozen snifters of Hennesey
brandy, me finishing half a dozen white wine spritzers.  A high
genetic-based tolerance to alcohol being another one of our shared traits
as sister and brother, I felt and I think he felt a most mild of buzzes,
not a slurred buzz at all.

   Back home, Steven was leaving for work, having been called in for
another shift at the Indian reservation casino where he worked as a
security guard after getting just a few hours rest.  I really wouldn't have
cared if he had heard what was coming next or not, thin walls inside our
condo or not, but without him there it would probably make Uncle Ken feel a
little less self-conscious.

   Few words were said that night.  Hands roving hands.  Clothes being
stripped and tossed aside like so many walls being broken down.  Skin
against skin.  Tongues against tongues.  Mouths for genitals.  Genitals for
orificial openings.

   "God...'Chele...you're incredible..." Brother Ken grunted as he fucked
me from the side, we laying on left sides, he to my back, his hand mauling
my clit and breasts as his member poked me silly.

   "No more than you, lover..." I replied as my cunt muscles squeezed his
member for all they were worth.

   First it was nine fifty-seven p.m., then ten fifty-seven, then two then
three fifty-seven a.m.  Damn.  Hot damn.  I knew that he like Mom and our
other siblings were hypersexual by nature, but never having had a truly
hypersexual man before, I didn't expect this level of continual non-stop
action.  My cunt was becoming sore, losing it's lubrication.  "Let's do
something else" my throat exported as the dim roomlight glinted off his
shiny pupils from the lone mininightlight a couple of feet from us on my
nightstand.

   We sixty-nine for a while, his hand, his finger then two then three then
four fingers opening my cunt up as he sucked on my clit, two fingers
finding and massaging my G-spot, my cyprinne lubrication flowing freely
once more.

   Rolling him over and getting on top, I stretched out atop his 6'4"
frame, my six-foot even length matching my eyes with his once again as I
rowed our rowboat of love atop my tubed waterbed, his never-dying cock
simply filling my every fantasy as it filled my open woman space.

   Sometime towards the creeping rays of dawn, it the yellow holy light of
another day arrived, sleep took us over both, our breathing matching each
other as my arms wrapped my sibling brother and uncle closer to me as his
body and soul lay peacefully under mine, his cock still not not filling my
lovespace as his eyes closed and he dreamed of dreams undreamt before but
fulfilled.

   We awakened to the mutual sounds of our stomachs growling, the clock and
penetrating daylight showing that it was sometime after lunch.  "I know
you're hungry, I'll fix us some breakfast, you just lie there and relax,
Ken".  It was the first time I had ever not pre-fixed his name with "Uncle"
to him.

   Remembering his multiple food allergies, plain eggs were scrambled and
bacon fried and pre-made pancakes were microwaved hot as the faint sounds
of running water echoed from the pipes under the kitchen sink.  Leaving
everything where it was, I scooted back to my bedroom, faint TV noises from
upstairs indicating that Steven had come home sometime in the meantime, my
old housecoat hitting the floor as the bathroom then shower door was nudged
open and my body displaced the spray of hot water from him.

   Instinctively kneeling down on the cold tile floor, my mouth lovingly
enveloped his cock as he audibly flinched.

   "I thought my hypersexual Unk was used to all that good pussy he got
last night?" my humor snided him.

   "I...I am, Dear, but damn, you did wear me out last night, we must have
gotten what, six or seven hours non-stop last night?"

   "Yeah, six or seven..." I dreamily replied as my tongue gingerly
caressed his erecting member.

   "I'm...I'm sorry, but it's a little sore...maybe some more after we eat,
okay?"

   "Sure."



   We kissed through our bites of eggs and bacon and pancakes, licking the
maple syrup off each other's chins as we snuggled next to each other our
straight-back kitchen chairs next to each other at the dinette table.  "If
your cock's really that sore, you can always do tie-up games with me, like
you do with Aunt Cathy, if you want".

   His eyes lit up like a little boy's.  We hadn't made any plans for this
weekend at all, only that we would be together.  We both knew we would end
up making love before it was over, but nothing specific was stated before
his trip out to see me.

   "No, seriously?"

   "Yes, Uncle, Brother...just don't be wild with me...Steven has some toys
we can borrow...you know I've been curious about it, and I know you have
played with Aunt Cathy and some other Subs...sure..."

   Pounding on Steven's bedroom door, he sleepily and grumblingly opened it
up, me whispering to him what I wanted, he half-sliding half-kicking a
large and beat-up old suitcase of stuff out to me, fussing at me not to
bother him any more that weekend.

   "The, our, safeword is 'Chicago'...if I ever get too rough for you,
'Chele, simply yell out 'Chicago', and I'll stop, okay?"

   "You won't get too rough for me...Ken..." a long pause without the
prefix "uncle" before his name seemingly exciting him still "...my brother
Ken, I know you won't hurt me...do what you will with me".

   Quickly dropping my old housecoat that I had reapplied before sitting
down to brunch with him earlier, his hands roughly mauled my breasts and
pussy, his long fingers grabbing and pulling on my thinnish labia as I
stood before him.  Tying me up hog-tie fashion on the bed, blindfold in
place, gag in my mouth, a lubed finger worked my ass open a bit before his
cock roughly pushed inside me, his hypersexual energy just going wild as
his assfuck of me began Heaven.  Sheer heaven.  Grunts muffled through my
gag, a trace of slobber couldn't help but fall to the pillow under my face.
Open palm slaps stung my ass as he somehow ground even deeper into me.

   "Sheee...eeee...iiiittt, Michele, you're fucking unreal..."

   "Mmyuere fflkkng unnweeel too.." muffled cries through ballgag were
offered in return.

   Streams of release pumped inside me deep from an unlatexed connection
from my soul to his world.  Collapsing on the bed beside me, pulling me
close to him, releasing the gag from its ball embrace of my cries, he
kissed me as his fingers roughly grabbed and twisted my nipples, pulling
them taught as my breasts were stretched horizontal.

   My will was his for the rest of the afternoon.  Tying me up all sorts of
ways, he spanked me, whipped my back and butt and pussy with cat o' nine
tails and riding crop and assorted paddles of Steven's that he and I knew
had never found anyone kinky enough to use one, the newness of their unworn
sheen belying his ultimate intent for them.  It was sweet irony that my
dearest brother and uncle was using them for the first time on me, my first
time ever doing a power exchange scene with anyone, when Steven would have
given his right testicle to have done the same with me.  Hehehehehe.  After
showing me the real-life proper use of the assorted nipple clamps, labia
clamps, labia spreaders, cuffs, canes, masks, clothespins, you name it, we
both seemed to get a little bored by them all, and went back to slow, sweet
hypersexual lovemaking.

   Around nine-ish or so that night, I knew we had to eat, though neither
of us felt hungry.  "Let's go to Mac's" I suggested.

   Mac's was the local neighborhood bar just a block away or so.  It was
where I had met both Steven and Jason, Jason being my sweet Ashley's
father. We really didn't eat, just munched down on pretzels and cheese
nachos and slices of warmed-over pizza with our shots and beers.  Somehow
we ended up in a boilermaker contest.  At a dozen shots and beers even, we
decided to call it quits, before one of us got sick.  I didn't feel a buzz
at all and neither did Uncle Ken, his gaze to my mine focused and his legs
unwobbly, but we both knew what we wanted, and it wasn't to get drunk.

   Back in my slightly sour-smelling bed, the aroma of sweat and sex fluids
mixing in the dry desert air of "The Drawer", our kissing and hands roaming
returned over penetration activities.  His every touch excited me, and mine
his.  Slowly pushing his cock just inside me, I drew his cockhead just
inside me enough to keep him hard, my muscles hiccuping and spasming around
it to keep it erect.

   His slowly exhaling hot breath on my neck as we slowly made perfect
hypersexual love, his arms around me and mine around his as we lay on the
bed in perfect unison, sleep came, then morning.

   "Bbbrrrrinnngggg..." the damn phone shouted.

   "Uh...uh, yes?"

   "Mickey?..." came a slow voice on the other end, only my sisters ever
calling me by that pet name I usually hated, Amy being the one in this
case.

   "Uh, yeah?..."

   "Have fun, you and Unk?"

   "Yeah, we had fun, how about you?"

   "I wasn't there...I wasn't there, remember?"

   Amy had crudely hinted that she might some of Uncle Ken too, not because
she felt close to him, she barely had any contact with him over the
preceding years, but because she was that much of a sweetly kinky slut. 
Not that I really minded.  Mom had been masturbating us, we her, and she
getting us to do each other since we were kids, before we were split up. 
There wasn't a whole lot I didn't know about her or she I.  I knew she
probably wanted to screw her uncle and my new lover, and well, all things
considered, I really didn't mind, if he wanted to.

   "You asking what I think you're asking, hu, Sis?"

   "Uh-hu..."

   "Well, we'll see...wait until you bring Ashley back over this afternoon,
I haven't mentioned what I mentioned to you about Ashley but after the past
couple of days I think he'll be cool with it, and then we'll see, 'k?"

   " 'K...see you shortly".





   Nudging him awake, he smiled at me, beaming as we kissed again.  "
'nother surprise for you, Dearest".

   It was a surprise indeed.  Making the hour's trip to San Deigo in his
rented Stratus, we pulled up at the San Diego Yacht Club harbor restaurant,
the doorman welcoming us in, the maitre'd smiling as he confirmed Unk's
reservation and seating us at a table for two overlooking the toylines of
million-dollar boats docked side-by-side.

   Pulling a ring case from his ever-present laptop case, he opened for me,
showing me it's content, taking my right hand and placing a slightly one
sized too large ring on my unjewelryclad ring finger, he warbled a "...I
hope you like it...Cathy helped me pick it for you...she said she said
you'd flip over it..."

   "I have...I do...gheeee...I don't know what to say..."

   "Say you like it..."

   "I do...I do...I love...I love you, Ken...I love you..." I cooed as my
eyes couldn't break their lock on the clasped hands molded from 18K white
gold.

   "I love you, too, 'Chele, I love you too".

   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   We stopped by Amy's apartment on the way back to pick up Ashley to save
her having to drive the some miles to my place.  Her husband Kelly was
there, answering the door, but she wasn't.  "She's already left to go to
your place...she was going shopping first, but she'll be there on time as
promised".

   I couldn't hold back much longer.  I did have some lustily hot plans in
store for my dearest uncle and brother, and rather than risking all the
intimacy we had built up over the past few days, the weight of my awaiting
fantasies wanting to be fulfilled broke my discretionary dam.

   "Uncle...Brother...uh, Ken..."

   "Uh-hu..." he replied as the Stratus slid down Desert Highway Avenue,
the cool dry morning breeze smoothing his middle-aged face in its
slipstream.

   "I....I have some plans...I have a confession to make..."

   "Uh-hu..." he continued to lazily reply back, not really paying
attention for me.

   "Amy...Am...Amy wants to make love to you, just because you're her uncle
and for no other reason..."

   "Uh-hu..."

   "...and...and Ken..."

   "...uh-hu..."

   "...I also had, have plans to show you what Ashley and I do, like what
Mom did with me and my sisters, after Amy brings her over...you shocked?"

   "Uh-uh, not at all...we are different, 'Chele, the rules don't apply to
us, remember?..." he replied, smiling, pulling me closer to him, pulling me
tight to his side, leaning into to kiss me.

   I just beamed back.



   Back at my place, I heard the sound water splashing in the seldom-used
hot tub out on our smallish verandah as Uncle Ken and I made our way to my
bedroom, the unmistakable laugh of my sweetest daughter intermezzoing with
my sister Amy's own girlish giggles.  "They're in the hot tub, Ken, let's
join them" I suggested as we helped each other out of our clothes.

   Amy had Ashley snuggled close to her as she tickled her under the
bubbling foam, pulling her tight to her smallishly titted chest as Ash
faced away from her, her hand obviously between her legs, tickling her
cunny, making her laugh.  Ken just stared at them as I climbed in with
them, not making any motions for a moment, soaking the sight in of my
sister consensually molesting my daughter.  Turning my head back to him,
asking "you sure you don't mind?...'you sure this is okay with you?" I
asked one last time, he nodding his head silently "yes" as he climbed in
with us.

   "Ashley, this is your great-uncle Ken", she scooting over to hug his
neck in welcome.

   "Hi Uncle Ken..." she innocently intoned as he hugged her back as Amy
still playfully grabbed at her butt.  Amy and I had done a couple of
moderate lesbian scenes for her husband Kelly a couple of times over the
couple of years that they had been married, but I never let him join in,
only watch, mainly because I was not attracted to him.  It's not like Sis
or I were really that bi, either, we had simply been sexualized early by
our Mom and we were comfortable fooling around with each other when the
mood suited us, which normally was once a week or so and especially when we
got our synched periods together and Amy's husband Kelly cut her off
totally sexually until she stopped a few days later.  We loved each other
as sisters, both loved sweetly playing with Ashley too, but we just enjoyed
the sex with each other, not really being that attracted to each other, if
that makes any sense.

   "Ashley, Darling, remember when I mentioned to you that when I found the
right boyfriend who I trusted, that he could join the fun you and I
sometimes have?..."

   "Uh-hu, Mommy..."

   "Well, Uncle Ken has agreed to join our fun, if you'd like...."

   "Yeah, that's'll be neat, Mommy..."

   "...and can Aunt Amy join us too?..."

   "Sure, Mommy, sure..."

   Ken's raging hard pressed into my back as my sweetest six-year-old
daughter and my thirty-year-old sister Amy slid over to join me in a
three-way kiss.  Amy's hand reached for and found my pussy, as my hand
opened my precocious daughter's legs for my motherly touch.  Ashley's mouth
began a slow suck on my left breast as Amy and I kissed each other.  I knew
that Uncle Ken wasn't new to being with more than one woman at a time, not
with he and his wife Aunt Cathy being swingers and all, but I knew this was
the first time he had ever been with more than one blood sibling, I being
his first just a couple of days ago, let alone two plus one in the form of
my young daughter and Amy-sister.  I also knew that he had expressed
extremely negative feelings about child molesters in the past, always
reiterating that sex was for adults only, our biological family history
aside.  Turning my head to kiss him, breaking my kiss from Amy for a moment
as Amy and Ash kissed some as my feel-up of my dau!  ghter's tiny pussy
continued, I searched his eyes for any sense of disapproval of the
situation, but there was none.

   "Whatever you'd like to do, Uncle Ken, we'll do...whatever you'd like."

   Whispering aloud to us that we should all go the bedroom, we stopped at
the kitchen and bathroom for pitstops.  Amy was all over Ken, kissing and
groping him, as Ashley walked with me arm-to-shoulder near them.

   "Would you like to play with my cunny some like Mommy and Aunt Amy do,
Uncle Ken?"

   "Sure, Ashley, I'd like that..."

   Leaning back into my chest as I lay atop the bed resting up at an angle
with pillows underneath my back and neck, Amy spread her niece Ashley's
legs for Ken's view and touch.  He seemed mesmerized by her pure girlish
essence, just gazing at her tiny slit like he had never seen a pussy
before. Come to think of it, he probably had never seen a six-year-old's
one, not even in pictures.  His fingers gently rubbed up and down its
length, stopping for a second every now and then to massage the bud of her
tiny clit.

   Ash leaned around a bit to suck on one of my breasts as Ken continued
his easy play with her pussy, Amy scooting around to take Ken's half-hard
in her hand as she kneeled close to him and kissed him.  His finger easing
into a her an inch or so making her jump breaking her enjoyment for a sec',
looking up at me breaking her suck of my nipple my little darling asked me
"Mommy, can I play with Uncle Ken now?"

   "Sure, Darling, if you'd like, I know he'd like that".

   Ken and I traded places, his legs opening wide for Ashley to scoot
between them as he laid back on the pillows, Ash grabbing and jerking on
his cock while smiling and softly laughing, it's hardness and size
increasing as she did.

   "Mommy, it's growing so big!"

   "Yes, Darling, like I explained to you before, that's what happens with
men's penises, when you touch or suck them or put them in your cunny, they
get big..."

   "That's neat-o, Mommy...it looks like Uncle Ken likes it!..." she said
as Ken just smiled at her as he rubbed her flat chest with the back of his
hand in a gesture of genuine affection.

   "Yes, he likes it...why don't you suck on it some, like I showed you
last week, suck on it like it's a big finger, he'll like it.."

   "You sure, Mommy?"

   "Yes, Ashley, I'll like it, I promise you." Ken interjected.

   Amy moved around the rub Ashley's back and play with her butt some as
she leaned forward to suck my uncle-brother's cock, her mouth barely being
able to take much more than his head and a little of it's length, as I
rolled over closer to Ken, kissing him, putting my hand on my daughter's
head as she sucked her first man off, his hand joining mine in an
finger-intertwined embrace atop her head as she picked up her sucking pace
some.  Amy kissing her sweetly down her back and around and on her pussy as
Ken and I continued our loving smooch while Ashley managed to take half his
length bobbing up and down on it, Ken not being able to stand it any longer
spurting a weak gusher in her open mouth, she squealing with delight as Amy
and I both encouraged her to swallow it all as best she could.

   His hard didn't drop a fraction of an inch.  Ashley didn't move,
continuing a slower lick of it.  Amy nuzzled Ash a little, half-asking
half-telling her "move over, Ashley, Aunt Amy wants some of that cock,
too."

   My perverted little sister closed Ken's legs up and straddled his pole.
My hand caressed her face.  She turned to kiss my fingers sliding down the
smoothness of her cheek as she slowly began riding him.  I didn't mind. 
Ken and I had done everything either or both of us had wanted to do
already, and it's not like, like we like to say, that the rules apply to us
anyway.  I wasn't jealous at all.

   Ashley snuggled next to Uncle Ken on the other side of him, watching
with fascination.

   "Is that how men and woman make love, Mommy?"

   "Yes, Baby, one way among many, but yes, a man's penis goes inside a
woman's vagina, that's how a man and a woman make love..."

   "Neat...can Uncle Ken make love to me, too, Mommy?" she asked sincerely
as Amy leaned forward towards us, my free hand cupping a breast as Ashley
did similarly with her other one.

   "No, Darling, you're too young still, it would hurt you if he tried,
maybe when you're older and more developed, okay?..."

   From the inches across the divide of Ken's chest that separated us she
shot me a look of real disappointment, like she had been told she couldn't
have a favorite toy that she had been wanting.

   "...but there's lots of things we'll probably do today, me you Aunt Amy
and Uncle Ken, you can stay and play with the three of us for the rest of
the afternoon before Aunt Amy has to go home, okay?"

   " 'K, I guess so..."

   Nudging Ken flatter on the bed, I straddled his face with my crotch so I
could face my horny sister Amy.  Strange.  We had been together sexually
for three days now, and this was the first time he had eaten my pussy.  I
knew he liked to eat pussy from what he told me over the years, but for
some reason we had done almost literally everything but this weekend.  He
gave okay, but not great, head.  After ten or fifteen minutes I could tell
his tongue was giving out, his pace and force of it weakening.  Ashley
whispered in my ear that she wanted to take my place.  I nodded okay.

   She mounted his face as I rolled of him, breaking my kisses and gropings
of Amy as she continued to ride his cock atop him.  Amy and Ash embraced as
she and I had done, Ash always loving to fondle and suck on her Aunt's and
my tits.  That continued for a while before Ashley rolled off him for a
second, whispering in my ear "Mommy, you and Aunt Amy suck my cunny a whole
lot better than Uncle Ken does..."

   "I know, Baby, but don't tell him that, don't hurt his feelings, okay?"
I whispered back.

   "Okay, Mommy...Aunt Amy sure does enjoy putting his pee-pee inside her,
doesn't she?"

   "Yes, Honey, she does...Uncle Ken's a great lover, he's much better than
most men...he just doesn't suck cunnys all that well, I'm afraid...." we
both laughing at that as our whispers drew a mild head roll of Ken to us a
couple of feet away on the bed.

   "Suck Mommy's cunny some, okay, Darling?"

   "Okay, Mommy".

   Scooting beside Ken on the bed, my sweet of sweets prostrated herself
between my legs, gently frigging my cunt as her tongue found my clit. 
Doing that, Amy and Ken switched placed, he getting on top of her
missionary-style, her mouth and mine and Ken's meeting in a three-way kiss
as he made love to her and my Ashley made oral love to me.

   The pace of his pounding of Amy increased.  Ashley smiled at me as I
smiled back at her, her easy and practiced eating of me continuing as our
four bodies scooted closer and closer to each other in absolute comfort
level with each other.  Amy came as she grabbed his hips, pulling him deep
inside her, lust filling her eyes so full that it overflowed to Ash and me,
my hands grasping Ash's face and pulling her head even harder and tighter
to my open cunt as she lay between my legs, something I don't normally do
because while pleasant and all our mutual sexplay seldom ever gets that
hot, with Amy maybe maybe even usually sometimes but seldom if ever with my
own daughter, but watching my hypersexual unk-bro fuck my sister silly
beside me just blew my cork.

   "Amy, you've had enough, get off Ken, NOW!" I only half-jokingly barked
at her.

   "No way, Sis, no way...damn you were right...Ken's beyond belief...two
hours now and still going like the damn Energizer bunny..."

   "...and he came to see me, Sis, not you, I only invited you over to have
some fun with us, not hog that permanent hard cock of his..." Ken's eyes
beginning to cut back and forth at us not sure if we were playing or
serious, expecting a catfight to erupt at any second, Ashley giggling
between my legs as she stopped her cuntlick of me to watch our floorshow.

   "Okay...okay...another few minutes with him first?....I gotta go home
soon anyway..."

   " 'K..."

   Amy rolled over on all fours, nudging Ash out from between my legs, her
tongue finding my clit and labia.  Ken moved over to her and began slowly
fucking from behind, Ashley scooting beside him to rub her Aunt's pussy and
play with Ken's cock some as he poked it in and out of Amy.  I just closed
my eyes and enjoyed my Sister's always-good head.

   Ken complained that his forty-something knees were beginning to hurt
after ten or fifteen minutes, so he picked up his pace and furiously banged
Amy to get his big come, we all collapsing together in a pile on the bed.

   The clock read five twenty-four.  "Uncle Ken, thanks..."

   "...you're welcome, Amy, maybe we can all do this again sometime..."

   "...sure...thanks again...I'm glad to know you're as kinky as Sis and
Ash and I are...I do want some more of that everhard cock next time you're
back in town..."

   "....anytime, Amy, anytime..."

   "...see ya' Sis, see ya' Ash, bye guys..." she finished as she stretched
her body up and out of the bed, retrieving her clothes from a pile in the
corner where they had originally landed hours earlier when she first
arrived with Ashley before Ken and I got back, she leaning back into us to
give us all quick kisses before leaving.



   That night we called out for take-out pizza, Ashley's favorite, from
Bill's Fish Tacos & Pizzas which was just up the block.  Steven arrived
back from work to see us half-dressed in the living room watching TV and
scarfing our pizzas down and immediately headed to his room without so much
of a how-do-you-do.

   Back in my bedroom, I made sweet love to Ken as Ashley watched and
touched as wished.  Watched a lot, touched some.  She asked me, asked us
again if Ken couldn't make love to her too, but we again sweetly fussed at
her that she was simply too young, that her vagina wasn't nearly developed
enough to take his size.  She did suck him off a couple of more times as I
took my bathroom breaks.  Uncle Ken really seemed to enjoy my precious
daughter sucking him off as much as he did me, I think.  That's okay.  It's
not like we're normal or anything.  Grin.  Nine then ten o'clock came and
went.  Past Ashley's bedtime by two hours, and she also had school the next
day.  It took another hour of trying to shoo her to bed before she finally
gave in, and then I really had to lay down the law with her.  I didn't want
to deny her her time with her great-uncle or me or us three as a threesome,
but she really did need to get some sleep, not like I knew she would sleep
much that night.

   With her off to bed finally, Ken and I began our long-denied lovemaking
time together.  No major fireworks, no bells, no whistles, just perfectly
sweet and easy lovemaking, brother to sister, uncle to niece.

   The next day waking up early as Steven tramped around stompingly
seemingly to wake us up, we showered together and made a little love before
breakfast but I could tell things had changed.  Hopefully for the better,
but things had changed for sure.

   Instead of staying in bed all day and screwing our brains out further,
Ken asked me if I wouldn't like to do something different, anything, just
something different.  I asked him if we could go trail-busting with rental
dune buggies.

   We drove north on '12 towards Mojave to a trailbike and buggy rental and
riding ranch for about half an hour, getting there finding out that they
were closed on Mondays.  Shit.  As we were getting ready to leave, a newish
Explorer pulled up to the thick metal cattle gate and a bearded guy opened
the padlocks and let himself in.  Ken walked up to him and asked if he was
the owner, he replying in the affirmative, Ken trying to get to him to rent
us a buggy but he not relenting on the fact they were closed.

   Ken had a look of total disappointment in his eyes.  I told him I knew
of a special place we could go to.  Another twenty minute ride down '12 and
cross-country on some washboard roads that were more ruts than roads, the
oilpan being bumped hard a couple of times, we came to a dead-end in the
road.

   "Now what?" he asked.

   "Just trust me...you do trust me, don't you, Ken?"

   "Of course I trust you, 'Chele..."

   "Then follow me..."

   The highing midday desert sun broke sweatbeads on both of us as I guided
him past two promontory short-buttes and around and down and up a goat path
to where the relatively flat moonscape of the desert opened up to reveal a
large dry valley below us.  Motioning him over to a ledgy cliff which stuck
out over a hundred foot plus drop of the rocky valley floor below us, the
far edge of the shallow valley being way off to the distant horizon,
sunlight reflected and refracted off the rocks like so many prisms, filling
the sky and our eyes with surreal spectra of love and trust and eternity.

   Putting my arms around his neck, kissing him, he held me close and
kissed and hugged me close back.  We smiled at each other through our
kisses.  It felt like the first time we had kissed just four days ago, only
better this time.  Different, yes, but better.

   I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock once more to suck on it. 
Sharp gravels gave notice to me of their presence under the knees of my
jeans.  I didn't care.  His hands gently grasped the sides of my face as he
began a slow fuck of my face.  My hands pushed his butt closer to me still.

   Sweat poured down my forehead and face.  We didn't have a blanket to
make love on.  I didn't care.  Unbuttoning my denim blouse, I freed my
unbra'd tits and fucked his cock between them.  He didn't hold back at all
as his tit fuck of me continued, my tongue occasionally lapping at his cock
too.  Kneeling down to kiss the top of my head, a more geyser-like spurt of
come splattered on my face, my hand wiping it up and my tongue making a
show of licking it off as he looked down at me.  In the distance across the
canyon, a lone hawk cried a cry of love for it's mate.  I knew exactly how
she felt.

   That night, we made snail-love, trying to make love as slow and
deliberate as possible all night long, savoring the sensuality of being
together more than the raw sexuality of it all.  We were two different and
unique beings, two among four of our sibling group.  No, the rules really
didn't apply to us.  Our own rules did.

   Ashley joined us for about half an hour after she did her homework.  Ken
confessed that he still had a tiny problem or two playing with Ash since
she was only six, but after seeing her with me and Amy and all yesterday
and seeing how truly well-adjusted and happy she was, that his anger at Mom
for sexualizing us at such a young age each and his never stated anger at
me for sexualizing Ashley like Mom had done us was basically gone.  For the
longest while, he and Ashley just held each other in each other's arms on
the bed as I smooched them both, loving them both.  Then he gave her one
more quick lesson on how to jack a man off more properly, she delighting in
making him come just by using her hands, before I scooted her off to bed.
Then we went back to our slo-mo lovemaking, like only a truly hypersexual
man can do with a woman, for the rest of the night.

   As we kissed good-bye at 7AM that next morning, he having to drive back
to San Diego to begin his consulting gig that had allowed him to spend some
long-awaited time with me finally after all these fourteen years, his hand
sighingly slipped from mine as he turned his back to me heading to his car,
he blowing me one last uncle-and-brother kiss as another distant hawk cried
her cry again for her mate.

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