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Reunion (MF adult bro/sis, MFF bro/sis/sis, MFg, mild BDSM, mother/daughter
mild pedo)
by PlanetDweller
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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 fiancée 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 daughter'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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