Subject:     Thanksgiving Brothers
Story Codes: MF MMMF F-solo M-solo incest father daughter uncle niece
Diary Date:  November 26, 2009
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Thanksgiving has always been a time for our family to get together.  Each year 
we switch off as to who hosts the event and this year it was my dad’s turn.  
As things turned out, his brothers had more to be thankful for by the time the 
day was over.

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 – My Dad and His Brothers
   Chapter 2 – Preparing for Guests
   Chapter 3 – Teasing and Flirting
   Chapter 4 – Thoughts of Revenge
   Chapter 5 – Uncle Paul Goes First
   Chapter 6 – Uncle Jim Gets His Turn
   Chapter 7 – Alone at Last With My Dad


Chapter 1 – My Dad and His Brothers
===================================

Most of this has been stated in past diary entries and I also post a family 
tree on my website so I'll try to keep this brief for those who aren’t 
familiar with my family background...

My dad has two brothers, Paul who is now 52, seven years older than my dad, 
and Jim who at 43 is two years younger.  Due to the age differences, my dad 
and Jim were closer with each other growing up than they were with Paul.  For 
example, by the time my dad entered high school, Paul had already graduated 
and was away at college.  Paul eventually married my Aunt Julie and they 
produced two girls, Ginny (29 now) and Laura (26).  Both of my cousins are now 
married with children, just your every day typical soccer moms.  All of them 
are still living relatively close to one another on the north side of 
Pittsburgh yet other than family functions I never see much of them.  While 
when we DO get together we all get along fine for the most part, I can’t say 
we’re very close.

In high school the two younger brothers apparently had quite the reputation 
(at least from what my mother and her sister have told me) for chasing the 
girls, especially the younger ones.  Being the older brother, my dad would 
lead the way while his younger brother tried to match him with the typical 
drive of a younger sibling trying to upstage the older one.  

The younger brothers dated two sisters, Mary, who would eventually become my 
mom and Linda, her younger sister.  Over time they dated in various 
combinations, sometimes together but usually separate.  All of them loved sex 
so that sort of became the glue that held their relationships together.  As to 
who was hornier and pushed the hardest for sex, the answer seemed to depend on 
who I asked.  Of course my dad claims it was all him, trying to act like 
everything was all his idea like some macho guy.

Personally, I believe my mom’s version of the story more.  While crediting my 
dad with much of it, she “blamed” her younger sister Linda for being the one 
to initiate some of the more crazier things they did.  Considering Linda was 
only twelve and still in seventh grade when my dad did her for the first time 
(although it wasn't HER first time as she had lost her virginity to her father 
five months earlier), and knowing how she behaves at times to this day, I have 
no problem believing she was the chief instigator much of the time.

Mary married my dad and became my mom not long afterwards.  Linda married 
another guy she thought she was in love with but unfortunately things didn't 
work out.  After having their first (and only) daughter Kristi, he became 
insanely jealous of her incestual relationships with her father and brother-
in- law (my dad).  She had told him everything before they got married so it 
wasn’t like he was blind-sided or anything.  Forced to choose between her 
husband and family, my aunt did the only thing she could – she divorced him.

After my mom died in a freak car accident last year, my aunt moved in a few 
months ago with my father.  Odds are there will never be anything overly 
romantic between them given their long history, but they seem comfortable with 
each other in a mature sort of way and I think they are both happier now.

Aunt Linda’s move left Kristi alone in their house which provided me with an 
excellent opportunity to lower my monthly expenses by moving in with her.  
Given my sub-par wages as a private Christian elementary school teacher, it 
certainly helped the old checkbook.  Before anyone asks, unlike when her mom 
was with her, we sleep in separate bedrooms!

As for Uncle Jim, he married a girl he met at church who became my Aunt Shari.  
They have three kids, Rick is 21, Kate is 19 and Tammy is now 17 (which seems 
unbelievable to me!).  Our families have always hung around together a lot 
since we live near one another but the dynamics have been odd, to say the 
least.  When he married my aunt, I don't think he really understood just how 
crazy she was in terms of religion.  

Now I consider myself a born-again Christian and have always put God first in 
my life, but she drives me totally nuts!  I always wondered how he managed to 
keep her from knowing that even after he married her, he still had sex with 
the two sisters he’d fucked so many times back in high school (mostly Linda, 
but now and then my mom).  I guess the fear of what she would do to him in his 
sleep if she found out kept him from doing anything that would ever let her 
discover his incestual desires.

If my Aunt Shari would have been upset at finding out her husband was fucking 
her sister-in-laws, that is nothing compared to what she would do if she knew 
about her youngest daughter and son.  Rick and I use to have sex a lot when we 
were teens.  I suppose she would have been upset about it just based on the 
principle that we weren’t married as much as anything, not to even begin to 
touch on the incestual issues.  What would have REALLY set her off would be if 
she knew her precious Tammy had already given her first BJ – and to her 
brother at that.  Then there was her Uncle John (my dad) who took her 
virginity when she was only 14, followed the next day by her own father.  Oh 
yeah, she would freak out for sure!

Nowadays we were all older and things have calmed down considerably.  I really 
don't care for my Uncle Jim and his son Rick all that much as both are rather 
boorish and treat women like meat.  As a result, I rarely do anything with 
either of them these days, just enough to keep my uncle from keeping my dad 
from fucking Tammy.  Even THAT has diminished as Tammy grew older and was more 
into boys her own age when it came to sex.  Plus it’s pretty hard to explain 
why a seventeen year-old girl wants to spend any time alone with her uncle!  

It’s not that my dad doesn’t WANT to fuck Tammy, it’s just something he 
realizes he has to be VERY careful about and so it just doesn't happen hardly 
at all anymore.  I haven’t told him this but I know that Tammy isn’t nearly as 
upset about that as my dad is.  She loves her uncle and knows that he likes 
sex with her but at the same time she’s matured considerably in the past three 
years and has a pretty solid boyfriend now who wouldn't be happy if he knew 
her dad and uncle were fucking her.

Being further away and not having been so close growing up, my family never 
did a lot with my Uncle Paul’s family.  We met for Thanksgiving and Christmas 
and that was pretty much it unless there was something special like a wedding.  
It wasn't until this past summer that I found out, much to my surprise, that 
he and my mom had been having sex quite regularly over the years.  It’s not 
that I felt what they did was wrong, per se.  After all, as her brother-in-law 
it wasn’t adultery for her to fuck him.  Still, I found it curious that she 
didn't discuss it much with my dad, if at all.

Then came one day last summer when Uncle Paul stopped by and told me about 
everything between him and my mom, obviously in hopes of doing it with me now 
that my mom was gone.  In principle it was OK with me; after all, he IS my 
uncle and as such I have family responsibilities to attend to, but I can’t say 
I was all too sorry when after the first time he didn’t push for more.  In 
fact, it was ME that initiated our second time together but that is another 
story...

Well, that was more than I intended to cover but I wanted to set the scene for 
where things were as we approached the 2009 annual Thanksgiving family 
gathering.  I’d never done anything overtly sexual in previous years although 
I was probably guilty of teasing my uncles a bit, and thereby pissing off my 
aunts who would then complain to my mom about me.  It seemed like ages since I 
fucked either uncle, or even Rick for that matter, so it wasn't like I was 
expecting anything to be different this year,.  Besides, neither of my uncles 
would dare risk trying to fuck me with all the rest of family gathered.  
Nothing like that had ever happened before and it wouldn't happen this year 
either.  Of course, that didn’t mean I couldn't have a LITTLE fun, even if it 
was just to annoy my stodgy aunts.

As things turned out, I was wrong.  So very very wrong!


Chapter 2 – Preparing for Guests
================================

All I can say is thank God my Aunt Linda is living with my Dad now.  I don't 
think I could’ve possibly gotten the house in order and everything ready 
without her help.  Well, to be honest, I think she did most of the work with 
just a little help from me.  OK... so she did all the work.

Feeling a little guilty about dumping everything on my favorite aunt, I 
stopped by the day before Thanksgiving after school was out to see if there 
was anything I could do to help.  My dad, of course, wasn't home as he 
probably wouldn’t be in until 7 or 8 o’clock at the earliest, even if it was 
Thanksgiving Eve (is that an official holiday?) I went there straight from 
school so when I stepped in I was wearing a simple floral dress that came down 
to mid-calf, long sleeved with a high neck.  It was pretty standard wear for a 
teacher at an extremely conservative Christian elementary school and I’d grown 
accustomed to it so I was sort of surprised by my Aunt Linda’s reaction when I 
stepped inside the entrance hallway.

“What the hell, you gone Amish or what?” I heard from behind me as I hung up 
my coat in the hallway closet.

I turned to see my aunt, looking not at all glamorous in baggy sweat pants, a 
grey Steelers t-shirt streaked with seat stains, and old sneakers with white 
anklets.  Her brown hair was pulled back into a haphazard ponytail and she 
obviously hadn’t put on any makeup, all of which contributed to making her 
look of exhaustion all the more extreme.

“Well I see you came dressed to work,” she said wryly, her arms folded with a 
dishrag in her hand.

Immediately I felt even more guilty as I realized how hard she’d been working 
doing things around the house that I should have been doing.  Sure she was 
living with my dad now but it wasn't like she was his wife or live-in maid.  
However, as his daughter I had certain responsibilities beyond just sex and if 
ever I felt I’d shirked them, this was one of those times.  I started to say 
something in my self defense but thankfully she cut me off as I had no idea 
what I was really going to say.

“Oh don't look so upset, I’m just messin’ with ya,” she laughed, “God Kelly, 
you can be SO easy sometimes... and I don't mean that the way you might be 
thinking.  Seriously, I think I’ve got everything ready so don't sweat it.”

The place DID look immaculate.  I have to admit that housework has never been 
one of my forte’s and had it been left up to me, there was no doubt the place 
wouldn't look nearly as good as it did now.  Everything was dusted, put away, 
swept, and polished.  Actually it was the best I’d seen the place in a long 
time.

“Well I don't know how to thank you,” I said, looking around in wonder.

“Don't worry, I do!” she came back, “Your old, discrepant aunt needs a back 
rub... BADLY!”

If she’d asked my opinion, I would’ve told her she looked like she needed a 
whole body rub.  I couldn't remember seeing her so dirty and tired looking.  
She must have been at it all day so it was no wonder that her back was giving 
out on her.  Heck, mine hurt just THINKING about all the work she’d done.  

“Let me shower first, I feel so dirty... make yourself at home.”

It seemed ironic to hear her say that as I already considered this as MY home.  
After all, this was the house where I was raised and lived all my life until I 
graduated from college and got my own apartment.  Still, she was the one 
living her now so I guess that gave her the right to call it hers.  That 
didn't make it an easier for me to accept though!

We both headed upstairs where she turned to the right and then right again 
into the bathroom while I went straight at the top of the stairs into my dad’s 
bedroom.  For a moment I thought of it as my parent’s bedroom but then felt a 
bit of a pang in my heart when I remembered that these days it was just my 
dad’s bedroom.  In my heart, though, it will always be my parent's bedroom 
even if it was my Aunt Linda sleeping in there now with my dad instead of my 
mom.

Aunt Linda quickly stripped and dumped her clothes down the chute in the 
hallway to the basement laundry.  I got a quick look at her nude body and 
couldn't help but admire what I saw.  My mom had done a pretty good job of 
keeping her shape into her forties but Linda was unbelievable.  Anyone seeing 
her like this would think she was in her mid-thirties at the most and not 41.  
Of course a boob lift a few years back didn't hurt but what you saw was still 
100% her.  After a brief scare with a lump in her breasts, the doctor 
recommended against implants so he just tightened things up and left her a 
solid B cup.  But her tight ass and firm belly was totally natural without any 
surgical help, the envy of many a women ten years her junior.

My dress was much too constrictive to allow me to give her a proper massage, 
plus I didn't want to risk staining it with oil or lotion so I stood up and 
took it off, hanging it over the back of a chair by the side window.  Turning, 
I saw my reflection in the large mirror over the dresser and couldn’t help but 
smile to myself.  When was the last time I’d worn panties and a bra in this 
room?  For that matter, had I EVER?  Yet here I was with a plain beige bra and 
matching full panties complete with pantyhose, standing in a pair of plain 
brown shoes with just one-inch heels.  My dad would have been surely been 
shocked had he walked in and seen me like this!

The pantyhose was the next to go.  Being one of the few pair I had without a 
run, I wasn’t risking them snagging on anything while I gave my aunt her 
backrub.  My old bedroom was right next door and I still kept a few things 
there in case I ever had to stay the night so for a moment I debated trading 
in the bra and panties for a more comfortable sleep shirt.  Then I shook my 
head at myself and remembered that I had an entire closet of my dad’s dress 
shirts to choose from.  When I lived at home it was one of my favorite things 
to do – to go pick out a new shirt of his and wear it around him.  He always 
complained that I was picking out his best shirts but I knew he really didn't 
mind – especially since that was ALL I was wearing.

Dumping the bra and panties on the chair with my dress and pantyhose, I 
rummaged through the closet until I found the perfect shirt – pure white with 
long sleeves.  It looked brand new and was made of this thin material which 
felt really comfy on me.  Of course being for my dad it was huge on me and did 
nothing to flatter my figure but it felt so much better to wear as compared to 
that stupid bra and panties set.  The tails came down way past my butt and 
even when I sat on the bed with my legs tucked under me it covered me 
completely.  Now had my dad been the one I was waiting to get out the shower I 
might have made sure the shirt wasn't doing such a good job hiding my ass but 
with Aunt Linda it didn’t really matter.

It wasn't that my Aunt and I never fooled around, it just wasn't something we 
did normally.  Ironically, she was the second woman I’d had sex with.  My mom 
was my first, followed shortly after by her and her sister.  After having had 
sex exclusively with boys for the past two years it was a little surreal doing 
it with a woman so it helped that the first ones I was with wither my mom and 
aunt.  Still, they WERE my mom and aunt so it wasn't quite the same for me as 
having sex with other girls or women.  In fact, when people ask me who my 
first girl-girl experience was with, I usually tell them it was Brenda, my 
freshman roomie back in college.

Over the years I’d been with my aunt a few more times but it was always with 
someone else – my dad and/or my mom usually, although there had been a couple 
of times with Kristi.  For whatever reason, we never went off and did anything 
alone.  We were together a lot, especially in the past few months since she 
moved in with my dad, but there never seemed to be any sort of sexual tension 
between us.  I guess it was because of this that I was more worried about 
dressing for my own comfort now than trying to catch her eye.  I’d rubbed her 
back numerous times before – she’d had problems with it for ages now, so there 
was no reason for me to assume this time would be any different.

Sitting on the bed, my aunt came in with a towel wrapped around her hair – and 
not much else but a smile.  She was little damp from her shower, still 
slightly flushed and I couldn't help but admire her once again.  Damn, no 
wonder Kristi looked so much younger than her age when her mother looked not a 
day over 35, if THAT old.  I noticed that she was keeping her dark pubic hair 
trimmed a lot closer than in the past.  Hmmmmmm, had my dad been an influence 
on that?  He never much about it but I always knew he loved my shaved pussy 
better than my mom’s bushy one.  Not that he didn’t like her pussy!  Just 
talking about the hair style.

“Being a little shy today?” she teased me, gesturing towards the long men’s 
dress shirt I was wearing. 

She knew better of course, it was just her way of joking around with me.  She 
was never one to shy away from being nude at our house, especially once I 
started having sex with my parents and her.  It was the same even more so at 
her home.  It wasn’t unusual for me to go to their house back when she and 
Kristi were living there and find her cooking supper in the nude or just 
watching TV all naked on the love seat.

Surprisingly, at least when you think about her love of nudity, my aunt 
usually wore a bra.  What made it seemed sort of odd at first was that she 
started to do that more often AFTER her boob lift.  I would’ve thought if 
anything she would be proud of the way they held up on their own until she 
explained to me that after going through all that pain and misery she wasn’t 
about to have them start sagging again.  I guess she had a point but it wasn’t 
enough to convince me to start wearing one all the time!

Reaching over to the nightstand, she handed me a tube of massage oil.  I 
couldn't help but grin as I imagined what it had been used for before now.  A 
pang of sadness hit me as I couldn't help but think that it was my mother who 
use to keep her own lotion on that very nightstand, not to mention an 
impressive array of toys in the drawer below.  I wondered if my aunt had 
replaced them with her own favorites?

“Here, I just bought this last week and I just love the way it makes my skin 
feel afterwards,” she said as I took the dark brown plastic bottle from her 
hand. 

With that she laid on her stomach crossways on the bed, facing the front wall 
of the bedroom across from where I was sitting.  I scooted more towards the 
middle of the bed, pulling the pillows in behind me to support my back as I 
curled up besides my Aunt Linda.  She had her own little pillow under her 
head, her arms wrapped around it like an imaginary lover as she nestled into 
place.

“God, my back is just KILLING me,” she sighed, “I hope that extra-strength 
Tylenol kicks in soon.”

Well, if she was trying to put me on a guilt trip for all the housework she’d 
been doing without me – she succeeded brilliantly.  At the same time while I 
may have felt a bit guilty, I didn't regret it all that much.  Of all the 
chores around the house, I hate cleaning the most.  Laundry is a pain but 
bearable.  Heck, even ironing was better than cleaning floors and dusting!

Pouring a little of the oil in the palm of my right hand to let it warm up, I 
leaned onto my left side and stretched my legs out, my bare feet extending 
over the side of the bed.  The room was too small for a king-size bed so there 
was just a queen.  With her laying crossways and me having to scoot down so I 
could reach her back, it didn’t leave a heck of a lot of room for my own legs.

“Oh that’s cold!” she exclaimed, tensing up as I put my oil-filled hand onto 
the small of her bare back.

“Sorry!  I tried to warm it up first,” I apologized as I started to spread it 
out all over her back.

“I know... sorry... just start at my neck, ok?”

Her neck DID feel tense as I worked my fingers around her, kneading the tops 
of her shoulders as well.  Slowly I worked my way down to her shoulder blades, 
pressing my fingertips in and pushing as best I could given the bad angle I 
was working from.

“That feel’s soooooo good, Kelly,” she sighed, “Dig in harder if you can.”

Even though I preferred laying on my side as I did this, I could tell I wasn't 
going to be able to get the right angle to put enough pressure on her without 
wearing out my own arm.  Gathering myself up, I got on my knees and put both 
hands on her sides to steady myself as I lifted my right leg up and over her, 
resulting in me squatting over her lower back, just above her bare butt.  Sort 
of like riding a horse bareback I guess you could say.  Keeping both hands 
firmly on her, I started to work up and down her spine, one hand on each side 
as I rubbed with the heels of my hands in tight little circles.

“Ummmmm, that’s much better.”

Now and then I must have hit a particularly sore spot as I would feel her butt 
tighten under me.  Without any panties on, my bare crotch was pressing down on 
the top of her butt crack and I could feel her squirming under me now and then 
– not a bad sensation really!

“Just push from the bottom to the top with your hands,” she suggested, her 
voice slightly muffled as she had her head face down into the pillow.

Following her suggestion, I pushed from just under my crotch on her back, 
slowly working my way up both sides of her spine until I reached her neck and 
then did the same in reverse.  I’m not sure who really liked it the most 
though – her feeling my hands pushing on her sore back or me feeling my pussy 
rub against her bottom as I leaned far forward and then back until I was 
upright again.

For the time being she just laid there, sighing now and then and jumping just 
a little when I nailed a particularly painful spot.  I guess you could say 
that rubbing someone’s back is a lot like giving a guy a hand-job – you move 
your hands until you feel the person react, telling you when it’s being done 
in just the right way.  

“My lower back now... God it hurts so bad,” she groaned softly.

As I was effectively sitting on that part of her at the moment, I worked my 
way back, keeping my legs on each side of hers.  It was a little uncomfortable 
having to stretch my legs apart so wide so instead I ended up just straddling 
one leg, pushing my right knee in between her thighs while my left remained 
the outside of her left leg.  My hands worked their way around the small of 
her back, sometimes going so low as to caress her buttocks briefly.  Damn, for 
a forty-something woman she still has an ass women half her age would kill for 
– me included!

It felt a little naughty to caress her bottom.  This was SUPPOSE to be a back 
rub after all, not an ass rub, but she didn't seem to mind and I loved the 
soft feel of her smooth butt under my fingers.  I may not be into anal sex but 
I still love to touch a nice ass – just as I LOVE mine to be touched as well.  
There’s something simply erotic about walking down the street with your guy’s 
hand planted firmly on your ass for everyone to see.  I love it to be touched 
and kissed, even licked – so long as they stay away from my asshole.  Call it 
what you want, but I have this thing about assholes that just turns me off 
when a guy tries to play with mine – and don't even THINK about asking me to 
play with his!

As I rubbed her lower back and bottom, I scooted back a little more until her 
knee was just under my crotch, her hard kneecap pressing up against my pussy.  
I almost snickered as for a moment I had this flashback to being a little girl 
in grade school, rubbing myself under my dress on the monkey bars at school, 
totally oblivious to the stares of the other kids.  You can probably imagine 
the phone call from my teacher to my mother that day, not to mention the 
lecture she gave me when I got home.

Using both hands, I caressed my aunt’s upper thighs, one at a time, first 
coating them with oil and then rubbing it into her skin as I worked my hands 
together from the outside to the inside and back out again.  Up and down I 
went from her hips to her knees, working my fingers into her still tight 
thighs – another miracle of genetics I might add.

Aunt Linda must have been enjoying it as much I was enjoying rubbing myself 
against her knee as I saw her take her right arm from around the pillow and 
lower it, pushing it under her.  Then I saw her fingers peeking out from 
between her legs which were spread apart just enough to let me see what was 
happening between them.  Damn, Aunt Linda was masturbating herself!

The fact she was masturbating wasn’t exactly headline news.  While sex itself 
was seldom on display, if there was one thing that is freely done in my family 
it’s masturbation.  My mother use to tell me growing up that it was a natural 
human reaction to the feelings inside all of us and there was nothing to be 
ashamed of by responding to those feelings.  Of course, as illustrated by the 
infamous “Monkey Bar Incident”, there was a right time and place for 
everything.  Watching TV was an OK time but on the monkey bars at school – not 
so much.  No, the fact my aunt was masturbating in and of itself wasn’t 
surprising, but to have her do it while I was rubbing her back... now THAT was 
definitely a first.

Trying as best I could to ignore what she was doing, I started to work on her 
other leg.  She was being discreet about it and if I hadn’t seen her hand 
moving under her I might not have even noticed.  Still, I COULD see her 
fingers when she would push them into herself but for the most part she was 
just rubbing her clit, pushing her fingers in only as needed to keep her clit 
wet and slippery.

Well, what was good for the goose... you get the idea.  As much as I tried to 
concentrate on rubbing her legs, I couldn't tear my eyes away from what was 
going on between them.  I felt her move under me slightly, rocking from side 
to side as she parted her legs just a little more to make it easier for 
herself to touch her pussy.  As for me, I was rotating my hips in small tight 
circles, rubbing my own clit against her hard knee but somehow it didn't feel 
right.  I guess you could say I just wasn't getting the job done.  

Leaving one hand on her slippery thigh, I moved the other down and under my 
dad’s shirt to my pussy.  My fingers were oily and slick but it wasn't really 
necessary considering how wet I was already down there.  God it felt so much 
better to finally touch myself!  Between my fingers circling my sensitive clit 
and the feel of my aunt’s warm smooth thigh under my other hand, it was quite 
an erotic moment - as you might imagine.

Neither of us said a word as we both slowly masturbated ourselves.  It was 
like being at a sleepover back in Junior High, with all the girls playing with 
themselves but each of us trying to pretend like we weren’t paying attention 
to the others.  Even though she never turned her head, my aunt HAD to know 
what I was doing.  Just rubbing myself against her knee would have told her 
and now with only one hand on her leg she had to know where the other was!  
Meanwhile, I watched as her fingers worked their magic on her own pussy, 
seeing the tips poke out through her pubic hair like they were materializing 
from some hairy forest.

Cool... she was cumming... I could tell she was trying not to be too obvious 
about it but there was no hiding the quickening pace and the tightening of her 
butt and legs.  My aunt didn't get as frenzied as her daughter when she came 
but she wasn't exactly shy about it either.

Speaking of which, when it comes to understanding of women by men, the female 
orgasm has to be the least understood of all.  For a man, it’s easy – stroke 
or suck a guy’s dick long enough and he cums, just as assuredly and reliably 
as pumping up a balloon with air until it pops.  It was all simple cause and 
effect, nothing too complicated.  Heck, a guy can be passed out and if you do 
him long enough his dick will be squirting like a fire hose.  In fact, most 
guys can’t even stop themselves from having one!  They may protest or try to 
keep from giving in, but once they reach that limit there’s no stopping it, 
like a dam that cracks and there’s nothing that can be done to keep it from 
collapsing.

Also, men seem to define sex by their orgasm.  What I mean is they HAVE to cum 
to feel satisfied.  This can be used to your advantage.  For instance, if you 
want to frustrate a guy, just suck on his dick until he is just about to 
cum... and then stop.  There’s simply no better way to get back at a guy who’s 
pissed you off than to leave him hanging right on the edge.

When it comes to girls, however, the first thing guys need to realize is that 
an orgasm is NOT a requirement for having fulfilling sex.  Under the right 
circumstances I can feel quite satisfied and entirely happy having sex all 
night without a single orgasm.  Having an orgasm is something in addition to 
just sex, like whipped cream on pumpkin pie.  You can love eating just the pie 
and be happy, but adding the whip cream makes it all the better.  In fact, 
sometimes the whipped cream by itself is just the thing!

Next, an orgasm is something I have to WANT to have, not something I can’t 
stop myself from having.  I believe that EVERY girl is capable of having an 
orgasm.  My theory is that the women who say they don't simply don't have the 
self- confidence or real desire to have one.  That said, I think some outright 
fear having one.  I’ve known girls to be on the brink of a huge orgasm and 
then pull away, afraid of how feeling like they are losing control over 
themselves.

Perhaps the funniest thing, if I dare say so, are the girls who stop because 
they think they are going to see if they don't!  Yes, there is a stunningly 
similar sensation at the outset of an orgasm similar to that of peeing but 
once you learn to recognize it, there IS a distinct difference.  And yes, I 
HAVE peed a couple of times myself so guys, get over it.  It happens.

Another difference between men and women is HOW they orgasm.  For men, it’s 
like fireworks going off – the fuse is lit, blastoff, a stunning display, 
maybe some loud noises, and then poof, it’s all over in a flash.  A few 
seconds or reward and then it’s like he goes into some dream state, perhaps 
because his brain has been so robbed of blood from the effort of arousing his 
cock that he can’t think clearly.

For most women, or at least me, orgasms come in many flavors.  There’s the 
classic “hit by a truck” where suddenly it’s as though you feel like you’re 
going to explode and then it’s like getting hit blindsided.  Everything goes 
blank as your entire body feels like it’s on fire from your toes to the tips 
of your hair.  It can go on for quite a while if you’re properly stimulated 
but tends to die quickly.

At the opposite extreme is the “steady boil” where you can feel yourself 
slowly but surely rising to a climax and when it hits, it’s like a pot of 
water finally starting to boil, nothing that extremely different from what was 
there a moment ago but yet distinctively more intense.  This is what I 
typically experience when I masturbate in public, like in church or in class.  
You can’t let yourself go TOO wild but to sit there and feel the steady rush 
of pleasure fill me and make me almost gasp for air is quite effective.

Probably the most common orgasm I have is somewhat I between the two extremes.  
It is what I typically feel when I masturbate in private and can allow myself 
to build up slowly to the peak.  It’s sort of like the “steady boil” but once 
I cum then it suddenly transforms to the “hot by a truck” feeling.

Indeed, this was exactly what was happening to me now.  Rubbing my nude aunt, 
watching her blissfully masturbate, rubbing my hands on her ass my crotch on 
her knee, was like a perfect storm so far as letting my emotions and lust 
build up slowly but surely.  Then, seeing her cum, it was like somewhat lit 
the fuse leading to my hidden bunker of pleasure and it exploded in a 
tremendous flash.  My hand squeezed her thigh tightly as I pressed my fingers 
up against my clit and raised my head up towards the ceiling, trying not to 
cry out too loudly.  Yes, she was there and having her own orgasm but at the 
same time, this was for me, not a performance for my aunt.

For what seemed forever the two of us were lost in our mutual orgasms, each of 
us shuddering uncontrollably and now and then jerking with a sudden sharp 
sensation running through us.  I don't know which of us ended first, it wasn’t 
like we hit the finish line and stopped but more like we were coasting down a 
hill and finally came to rest somewhere far from the mountain.  

My aunt was the first to move, nudging me to get off her leg which was 
probably numb by now from me sitting on it.  

“Well, now THAT was what I call a back rub!”

I grinned at her a little sheepishly.  Damn, here I was 24 years old and no 
kid yet somehow I felt a little embarrassed at letting myself go like that 
when I should have been working to make her feel better.  We both ended up 
playing in bed next to each other on our backs, legs stretched out in front of 
us as we stared up at the ceiling, the aftershocks of our mutual, but 
unmentioned, orgasms still striking now and then.  I was actually about to 
fall asleep when she nudged me.

“Hey sleepy head, your dad will be home soon.”

At first I admit to thinking maybe she had some ulterior motive, like maybe a 
three-some, for when he got home.  Funny but we’d never even mentioned 
anything like that since she first talked about moving in with him so I don't 
know why I would think that but I was soon brought back to earth.  She 
obviously was hinting that I should go so SHE could greet my dad when he got 
home.  Well, she WAS living with him and I guess that was her right but it 
still felt a little odd.  After all, I had lived in this house for over 18 
years and I guess I still sort of felt that I was number one on my dad’s list 
when he came home from work all tired but horny.  Oh well, I guess that’s all 
a part of growing up and escaping the nest.  As it is often said, no good deed 
goes unpunished!

Rubbing my eyes, I collected my clothes and gave her a quick kiss goodbye, 
leaving her lying naked on the bed.  As I drove off, I wondered if that was 
how my dad would find her when he got home.  Knowing my Aunt Linda, I wouldn't 
be surprised!


Chapter 3 – Teasing and Flirting
================================

Thanksgiving version 2009 was upon us.  Was it George Carlin who said 
something like, “Marry an orphan, then you won’t have to worry about boring 
family traditions.” Not that all my family traditions were boring - far from 
it, but some were and Thanksgiving was right at the top fo9lowed close behind 
by Christmas day.  When I was younger and we kids could run off and play games 
it was so much easier.  Now as an “adult” I was expected to socialize and help 
with the preparations, not nearly as much fun.  Who could blame me for looking 
for new “games” to play?

If there is one thing I wish about my family, it would be that everyone would 
be involved in incest, or at least be like my mom’s mother and accept it, even 
if they don't want to participate.  It’s not like I have any burning desire 
for a “Thanksgiving Orgy”, THAT would be just weird, but it would certainly 
make the day go by faster if people could go off and take care of their mutual 
needs as they saw fit.  No, instead It was more a mixture of different beliefs 
and culture.  Since both my dad’s brothers had fucked me, and Uncle Jim had 
also fucked his younger daughter, THEY were not the issue.  Heck, I could tell 
from the moment they both walked into my dad’s house and took one look at me 
what THEY were thinking about!  Hint – it wasn’t about the turkey and 
dressing.

Actually it was my aunts who were the real issue.  Aunt Shari was a religious 
zealot and insanely obsessed with sex – or rather NOT having sex.  Sometimes I 
wonder how she even got pregnant.  I have this nightmarish image of her lying 
on her back, almost rigid in bed, spreading her fat legs and telling my uncle 
to “just do it and get it over with” so she could have her children with least 
amount of sex.  It goes without saying that she hated me for being a slut, and 
hated my mother as well for letting me be one, especially around her husband 
and teenage son.  She was always nagging my mother about how I dressed and 
behaved around her family.  My mother, bless her heart, did her best to ignore 
her sister-in-law but I know at times she had all she could do to not just 
reach out and slap my aunt across her pudgy face.

My Aunt Julie has never been quite so outspoken as Aunt Shari, but it was 
obvious from the looks she gave me and those cute little sarcastic remarks she 
liked to throw out now and then that she wasn't enthused about me social life 
either.  I doubt she would have been any happier if she knew her husband had 
been fucking my mom for years, and now me twice this past summer.  

Except for my youngest cousin Tammy and her brother Rick, the rest of my 
direct cousins were all girls.  Kate, Tammy’s older sister was a little shrew 
just like her mother.  My other cousins were fun – they could throw a mean 
bachelorette party, but really no different than most of my friends.  While I 
had no doubt they enjoyed sex, I had a strong suspicion that they wouldn’t 
exactly approve of incest, especially between their dad and slutty cousin.

Hopefully that sheds some light as to why I say our family get-togethers like 
today’s tend to be quite boring.  Sure I liked to flirt with my uncles a 
little, just enough to piss off my aunts, but there always this line neither 
they or I would cross.  It was one thing to have my Aunt Shari THINK of me as 
a slut and suspect I was having more sex than a girl my age should; but quite 
another to ever let her get even an inkling that two of the guys I was having 
sex with were her own son and husband!

In the spirit of the holidays – not to mention the seasonal cold outside, I 
was wearing tight jeans and a long sweater top – the type that comes down over 
your ass and about half-way to your knees.  It fit me like a glove and I just 
loved the way it make me look lean and slender while emphasizing my bust line.  
It was thick enough that it wasn't blatantly apparent that I wasn't wearing a 
bra, but tight enough so that when I moved it became instantly obvious.  I 
loved the way it felt moving across my exposed nipples.  It was like they were 
constantly hard, even though the material made it difficult to really notice.

As each of the families arrived, I notice I got looks from BOTH the men AND 
the women.  Of course the men’s eyes never seemed to get higher than my chest 
while the women would look me over like I was some freak and then turn away, 
the disapproval obvious on the expressions – as I am sure they wanted me to 
notice.

It was my chore to take everyone’s coats to the master bedroom and by the time 
I would be back, they were already spreading out around the house.  It was 
telling that in both cases, my uncles were the last to linger in the hallway.  
For my part, I did the same with each of them, smoothing out my sweater top 
and asking them if they liked how it looked on me.  It was so funny in that 
both of them reacted exactly the same way – a silent head bob and eyes fixated 
on my boobs.  Then I teased them, checking to see nobody was close enough to 
hear and then whispering in a low, conspiratorial tone, “Well, maybe later you 
can see it off of me as well.”

It was like you could almost hear the “BOING!” as both of them grew the cutest 
bulges in their pants.  I almost laughed as they quickly took a seat in the 
living room, crossing their legs to hide their blatant state of arousal.  I’d 
love to have seen them explaining their way out of THAT should their 
respective wives ever notice.

Not long after the others had arrived, Kristi showed up and made her grand 
entrance.  Even though she was technically from my mom’s side of the family, 
with her mom now living with my dad (much to the disapproval of Aunt Shari and 
Aunt Julie I was sure), it seemed insensitive not to invite her over as well.  
Well, if you thought my aunts thought I was a slut, you should have seen their 
faces when Kristi showed up in her typical “understated” outfit – skin tight 
white pants with a turquoise tank top and pink blouse over it with the buttons 
all undone.  The tank top came well down, exposing a LOT of cleavage, and it 
was so tight her nipples clearly poked through.  The pants were so tight you 
could tell she wasn't wearing a thing under them – not to mention a perfect 
camel-toe in front as well.  I almost laughed as once again Kristi proved she 
wasn't afraid to follow her own philosophy about life – “if you got it, flaunt 
it”.

While my aunts and older cousins prepared the dinner, Kristi and I tried to 
avoid the kitchen as much as possible.  With three horny brothers downstairs 
in the family room watching football, it was like shooting fish in a barrel 
for us.  My older cousins’ kids were playing in the formal living room 
upstairs.  Kate was with her mom – as always, while Tammy was watching over 
the younger kids upstairs.  Rick was off in the corner of the basement on my 
dad’s old computer.  He claimed to be playing some game but I had no doubt the 
pervert was surfing for porn.

At ages 22 and 24 respectively, Kristi and I were starting to get a little old 
for the “sit on your uncle’s lap” routine but that didn't deter us.  With my 
aunts and cousins periodically popping their heads down to give us an update 
on dinner (or more likely, spying on us to see what was going on), it wasn't 
like we could get very carried away but then, you don't need to when it comes 
to teasing and flirting.  Indeed, it’s what you DON’T do that makes it hot.  
Had I actually shown my uncles my boobs it wouldn't have aroused them nearly 
as much as ALMOST showing them.  Letting them fondle my breasts would have 
been nice, but not nearly as hot as letting them just get their hands on them 
and then brush them away, pretending like I was shocked they would even think 
of such lewd actions towards their niece.  Of course they knew it was all an 
act but that didn't seem to keep them from getting quite worked up over it.

Fortunately Kristi was there so my dad got to be included in the fun as well.  
I would’ve loved to have flirted with him but as much as my aunts would have 
been mad at me had they caught me on their husband’s laps, they would have 
gone ballistic had they seen me teasing my own father in the same way.  

By the time the big meal was ready, I think all three of the brothers would’ve 
rather retreated to the bathroom and taken care of their “problem’s but 
fortunately the long table cloth hid any signs of their internal morality 
struggles.  I would’ve loved to be able to sit next to my uncles but my aunts 
had strategically seated us such that both Kristi and I were well separated 
from the older men.  It didn't stop them from staring at us now and then, 
especially at Kristi with her nipples poking out like blaring headlights.  As 
for my aunts, if looks could kill...

Dessert was just getting over when my Aunt Linda excused herself, explaining 
that she and Kristi had to leave to show some homes to a prospective buyer.  I 
was caught off guard, as was everyone else.  Like, this was Thanksgiving – who 
looks at home today?

Well, as it turns out, if you’re Canadian it doesn't matter to you if it’s 
Thanksgiving in the USA.  If anything, it seemed they saw it as an opportunity 
to see a few homes without worrying about being interrupted by other people.  
Oh well, I guess being a realtor means having to make sacrifices.  Kristi 
didn't seem too pleased at all and seeing the eyes she was making at her 
uncle’s – all three of them, it was obvious why.  Still, she’d quit whoring 
herself and partnered up with her mom and that meant doing the things she 
wasn’t as happy about as well sometimes.  

I must say, though, that neither of my other aunts seemed the least bit 
displeased at their quick departure.  I knew that they considered Kristi an 
even bigger slut than me, there were even a few mentions at times that 
suggested they may even have suspected she was a whore until recently.  
Actually, I think they meant “whore” more as a disparaging description and 
probably had no idea just how on-target their description was.

As for my aunt, there seemed to be no end to the rumors and general nastiness.  
I even overheard a few conversations where they accused my dad of cheating 
with her on my mom while she was still with us which made me laugh.  If they 
only knew the truth!

So that left me alone with the guys watching football.  I suppose I should 
have helped with the dishes and stuff but I just was in no mood to play nice 
with my nasty aunts and listen to their continuous stream of sarcastic 
remarks.

As it was, being with my dad and uncles was a little surreal anyway.  Even 
though I’d been fucked by all three of them at one time or another in the 
past, I still got the impression that none of them talked about it much with 
each others.  This seemed especially true with my Uncle Paul.  In fact, I was 
starting to wonder if he even knew I’d been fucked by his youngest brother 
long before he had me?  So it became a situation where all of them must have 
secretly wanted to fuck me, yet none of them had the courage to say to the 
others that they did – weird, to say the least as you might imagine.

So for me, there wasn't really a whole lot I could do to tease them besides 
sit on their laps and wiggle my butt against their hard cocks underneath.  My 
outfit, even though I thought it made me look sexy and desirable, at the same 
time was rather inaccessible without going through a lot of trouble.  It 
wasn't like it was low cut to where they could look down and see my bra-less 
boobs.  The jeans were tight but not like a skirt where I could let it ride up 
and show off some bare upper thigh.  Big deal if I wasn't wearing a bra if 
they couldn't hardly tell.  If anything, it was a little frustrating for all 
of us!


Chapter 4 – Thoughts of Revenge
===============================

As the game went on, my dad asked me to go upstairs and get some more beers 
for the men.  As I was about to enter the kitchen, I paused as it seemed there 
was some sort of argument going on in there.  I sat back in the eating area 
where I could listen in without being seen and it soon became clear it wasn't 
an argument so much as a heated discussion.  Apparently Aunt Shari and Julie 
were talking in the kitchen about how me and Kristi had been behaving like 
such sluts today.

Actually, they seemed most disgusted with Kristi but I wasn't off the hook by 
any means.  It was like they somehow “understood” Kristi’s actions given her 
dad leaving when she was little, not to mention having a mother with no morals 
(as supposedly “proven” by her moving in with my dad).  Yet when it came to 
me, they blamed ME for being the slut and being too much for my mother to 
handle.  According to them, now that my mom wasn't there to put on the breaks, 
I was being “contaminated” and “influenced” by living with Kristi, with the 
proof being I was getting “worse” than ever..  

It was my Aunt Shari who seemed the most pissed off about my Aunt Linda living 
with my dad.  She called my Aunt Linda every nasty name in the book – Jezebel, 
adulteress, you name it.  Given how strict my mom and dad both were about 
adultery with me, I found her remarks rather silly, if not downright stupid, 
but she just went on and on about how horrible it was that a woman would sleep 
with her dead sister’s husband so soon after she had died (so soon - a year 
after??).

My Aunt Julie seemed more concerned about the impact Kristi and I were having 
on her husband.  Apparently she didn't really care about her sister-in-law’s 
husband but she surely was pissed off about hers.  All this lamenting was 
rather surreal as she had no idea her loving hubby had been giving it to my 
mom for years under her very nose.  Heck, I’d only done him twice and she was 
pissed at ME!  Rather ironic I should think.

Listening to them rant I felt my anger beginning to build up in me.  To be 
honest, I hated my Uncle Jim – he was boorish and smelly and had no respect 
for women, not even his niece or daughter.  He fucked me because he loved to 
fuck teenage girls and it was the same with his daughter Tammy.  I hated 
seeing him do her because I knew it wasn't out of love and respect, as it was 
when my dad did me, but just an older man getting his rocks off fucking a girl 
a third his age.  As for my Uncle Paul, as I said I’d only done him twice.  
The first time he sort of caught me off guard by spilling the beans about him 
and my mom.  The second time was more out of spite, to prove to him he didn't 
control me like he probably thought he did after the first time.

Indeed, I didn't have any real intentions to do any more than flirt with the 
two of them.  Remember what I said about teasing a guy until he was about 
ready to cum and then backing off?  Well, that seemed an appropriate way of 
dealing with my two uncles.  I loved teasing and flirting and making them 
THINK they had a shot at me when in reality there was no way I was going to 
fuck them any time soon – if ever again.  

That is – until now.

There are two basic forms of revenge – one where you do something and they 
know about it.  Then there is the type where you do something but they never 
find out about it.  It may not be as satisfying as seeing the expression on 
their faces, but you still get the self-satisfaction of knowing what you’ve 
done and how they WOULD react if they ever found out.  Indeed, the second form 
seems to be the motivation for many men who fuck me and even those who send me 
tributes.  They hate their wives but would never do anything overtly against 
the, instead, they do something they know their wife would hate and feel 
betrayed if she ever found out, but don't let her know about it.  Maybe a 
psychiatrist could explain it a little but more but it’s definitely the 
motivation for many of the men I deal with.

So why couldn't I do the same?  As much as I would love to do something with 
my uncles right in front of my aunts and see the looks on their faces as they 
saw how their husbands lusted for me so much that they committed adultery with 
me. I was rational enough to know that was NOT going to happen in this 
lifetime.  Revenge is sweet but don’t spit in the wind either.  Instead, I 
could do something I knew would hurt them if they ever found out, but keep it 
to myself, at least for now.  Maybe someday things would get to where I REALLY 
hated them and wanted to hurt them.  Then it would always be available but for 
now, it would have to be more in my mind than in their faces.

Stepping in the kitchen as if I’d just arrived and was clueless as to their 
previous discussion, I went to the refrigerator, grabbed three beers, and left 
with saying a single word to them.  The silence was mutual and I was well out 
of earshot before they struck up their hateful conversation again.

Bitches!  As I went down the stairs my mind was racing.  So they thought I was 
as slut and a bad influence on their husbands?  Well, they had no idea just 
how right they were and I was going to prove it right here and now.


Chapter 5 – Uncle Paul Goes First
=================================

Handing out the beers, I stood there off to the side as they opened them and 
kept right on talking about the game.  Only my dad seemed to notice I was a 
bit flushed and the firmness of my jaw as I stood there and fumed over what my 
aunts had been saying about me and my cousin and aunt upstairs – and what they 
were probably STILL discussing if I knew them.

“Something wrong Kelly?” he asked, looking just a little concerned now.

Not answering him right away, I just stood there with my arms folded across my 
chest, weight on one leg as I tapped my other foot slowly.  I could hear the 
kids playing just above us and Rick was out of sight behind the TV cabinet 
lost in his computer porn.  It was now or never.

“You first!” I suddenly blurted out, almost surprising myself as much as them.

I was pointing at my Uncle Paul, motioning for him to get up.  He looked at my 
dad and then back at me, and then back at my dad, obviously mystified as to 
what I was talking about.

“C’mon... in the cedar closet... now!” I said in a low but demanding tone.

My dad had lined one of the small cellar rooms with cedar strips and we used 
it for long-term seasonal clothing storage.  I’d always loved the strong smell 
of cedar when you walked into it and it also had the advantage of a lockable 
door.

“Alright, what’s going on?” Uncle Paul said, not making a real effort to get 
up.  He still seemed to think I was just playing some sort of game, perhaps 
flirting again or just teasing.

Walking over to him, I put one hand on each arm of his chair and leaned in 
until my face was just inches away from his.  “I’m only going to say this once 
so listen carefully... If you want to fuck me, meet me in the cedar closet - 
NOW!”

Well, THAT got his attention.  I had said it softly enough that Rick wouldn't 
have heard it across the other side of the basement but the other two brothers 
surely did – one of which was my dad.  Both of them immediately grinned at 
each other and my dad shook his head as if to say, “here we go again”.  Well, 
not that I had ever done this before, but he knew me well enough to know when 
I made my mind up to do something, I was pretty hard to stop.  When it came to 
sex, make that IMPOSSIBLE to stop!

I stuck my tongue out playfully and stood upright again, twirling on my heels, 
I headed for the closet without looking back or saying another word.  Damn, I 
would have loved to have seen the looks they exchanged right then!

Standing alone in the dim closet, I almost thought for a moment he wasn't 
going to come.  I’d picked Uncle Paul to be first because I knew the other two 
would do it in a heartbeat.  Heck, I had no doubt that they would have done me 
right there in the family room.  It was Uncle Paul who had never fucked me in 
front of the other two.  In fact, my dad and Uncle Jim had even swapped 
daughters a few times so it wasn't like they had never seen the other fuck me.  
No, it was Uncle Paul I was most concerned about having the fortitude to go 
through with anything under the circumstances.  With his wife and family 
upstairs, would he still have all the bravado he tried to show off earlier in 
the summer?

In a word, the answer was “yes”.  The door opened and silhouetted in the light 
was my Uncle Paul.  Even in the dim light I could see his face, a mixture of 
lust and worry all twisted up into one ever-changing expression.

“Are you ready to fuck me Uncle Paul?”

He hesitated for a moment and in all honesty I couldn't fault him for it.  One 
minute the guy was drinking a beer watching a football game and the next he 
was in a small dark closet with his niece, offering herself to him while his 
wife, daughters and grandchildren were just a little ways away.  What would 
win out – his lust or his common sense.  Well, since when did any man listen 
to his head instead of his penis?

He turned and grabbed the door handle and for just a brief moment I thought I 
had totally misread him and he was going to leave.  Then I heard a click and 
realized he had just licked the door instead.  Turning to me, his face assumed 
a look that should have been in the dictionary next to “lust”.

“Well, are you all talk or are you really putting out?”

The ball was back in my court so naturally I did what any self-respecting slut 
would do in this situation – I “assumed the position”.  Squatting down with my 
butt resting on my heels, I waited for him to advance and watched as he undid 
his belt and pants.

“Damn, you really ARE a fucking little slut, aren’t you?” he said 
rhetorically, “You just can’t wait to get your mouth around your Uncle Paul’s 
dick, can you?”

He was technically right, although not for the reasons his ego was telling 
him.  If it hadn’t been for his wife upstairs, all he would have gotten form 
me today was the scent of my wet pussy and the smell of my perfume as I ground 
my butt into his lap.  Yeah, I wanted to suck his dick but what I really 
wanted was to suck my Aunt Julie’s husband’s cock.  Semantics?  Maybe but it 
meant something to me to make the distinction.

With his pants unzipped I could reach in and pull his already hardened cock 
out from his jockey underwear, pushing the elastic waist band down and out of 
the way.  Oh yeah, he was hard alright.  I was surprised he wasn't already 
cumming!  Without any further fanfare I took him in my mouth, letting him 
slide in between my lips as far as I could take him on the first shot.  As I 
wet his shaft with my mouth, I was able to take more and more of him in until 
I had my nose up against the base of his dick, buried deeply in his thick 
pubic hair.

“God damn it... take it all you little bitch,” he grunted as I felt him 
shudder as his dick pushed into my throat.

As I sucked him I pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.  He still 
has his shoes on so that's as far as they went but it made it easier to suck 
his dick without all of that in the way.  He held up his shirt with one hand 
so it didn't hit me in the face and used the other to push me down onto his 
dick each time I took him into my mouth.  He was loving it but I knew I didn't 
have a lot of time and the last thing I wanted was for him to cum in my mouth.  
It’s not that I didn't want his cum in my mouth, but I had another destination 
in mind for it!

Standing up, I pulled my sweater top up and over my head, tossing it on the 
clothes hanging in the closet.  I quickly undid my jeans and soon I was 
standing there naked in front of him with just my anklets on to protect my 
feet against the cold concrete floor of the basement.  Out where the TV was it 
was carpeted but here in the closet it was just the bare painted concrete and 
it felt as cold as ice.

“Ready to fuck me Uncle Paul?” I whispered in a hoarse voice.

He didn't say a word but spun me around and pushed me forward so my hands were 
on my knees.  I spread my legs apart for him and he didn't waste any time 
getting up and behind me.  His hard dick poked me in the butt before he 
grabbed it and steering it in between my legs, trying to find the entry to my 
pussy.  It shouldn’t have been hard as I was freshly shaven but he was obvious 
caught up in his desires and patience was NOT a virtue for him at this moment.  

“C’mon... fuck me Uncle Paul!” I whined impatiently as he fooled around like 
some silly high school boy in the back seat trying to screw his girlfriend.

Just then his dick found the mark and I couldn't help but gasp as he literally 
rammed it into me.  Sure I was letting him fuck me just to get back at his 
wife but still, he WAS a man and he DID have his hard dick in my pussy so who 
says I couldn't enjoy myself in the process?

“That’s it... fuck me Uncle Paul.”

“Oh yeah, you want this, don’t you... you need it..  just like the little slut 
you are,” he whispered harshly in my ear from behind me as he stroked himself 
in and out of me.

“Yes... oh god yes!” I moaned softly, feeding his ego in hopes it would spur 
his orgasm, “I need you to fuck me Uncle Paul... I need you to cum in me.”

“Fuck, here it cums... take it all you little whore.”

I felt his body slam into my ass and with each blow he delivered a spurt of 
cum deep inside of me.  As he came in me, emptying his sperm into my wet 
pussy, my thoughts were of his wife upstairs and how I wished she could see us 
now.  If she thought she had something to bitch about just because I sat in 
his lap, imagine what she would be complaining about NOW?  Technically, since 
I was his niece it was incest and not adultery but I doubt she would have 
recognized the difference – or cared of she had.

When he was done he pulled out of me and I turned to face him, a wicked grin 
on my face.

“Did you like that Uncle Paul?”

“You ARE such a tease, aren’t you?” he sighed heavily, pulling his pants back 
up and tucking in his shirt.  “God, what I’d give to have a daughter like 
you.”

I thought of his two daughters and wondered if he had any idea how they’d 
behaved the nights before their respective weddings.  Maybe they weren’t so 
innocent as daddy thought they were?  Still, it was a nice compliment and I 
took it as such.

“So now what?”

He looked at me as if I had something more for him.  Well, sorry to disappoint 
you Uncle Paul but...

“You got what you wanted... didn't you?” I asked suggestively.

He just shook his head and unlocked the door.  In the meantime I quickly 
donned my sweater top again, sans the jeans.  It was well over my ass, almost 
like a short dress – a VERY short dress.  He opened the door and I followed 
him out.  My dad and Uncle Jim looked at him and then at me, their faces 
unable to conceal the questions they both undoubtedly had.


Chapter 6 – Uncle Jim Gets His Turn
===================================

“Well?” Uncle Jim finally blurted out.  Uncle Paul resumed his seat and I cut 
in before he could say anything.

“Don't worry about what he got... the question is, what will YOU get Uncle 
Jim?”

With that I stood in front of him, turned around, bent over and briefly pulled 
up the sweater top to flash my bare ass and pussy.  Just as quickly I pulled 
it back up and turned around to stand in front of him again.

“See anything you want Uncle Jim?”

His face said it all.  Without a word I turned and once again headed to the 
closet, but this time I heard him get up and follow me in close behind.  He 
closed the door but I noticed he didn't lock it.  Maybe doing it with it 
unlocked added a little excitement for him?  Whatever it was, I really didn't 
care as I wasn’t the one who should be worried about getting caught.  My Aunt 
Julie might have been furious with Uncle Paul for fucking me, but I wouldn't 
be surprised if my Aunt Shari castrated Uncle Jim if she ever had a hint he as 
fucking me.

“So I get sloppy seconds, eh?”

If it hadn’t been for the words of his wife still fresh in my mind, I would 
have put on my jeans and walked out then and there.  The jerk.  He should be 
thrilled to even have the chance to fuck a 24 year-old pussy, even if it WAS 
dripping cum from his brother just fucking me.  Still, the spiteful words of 
my aunt rung in my ears so I swallowed my pride and gave him what he wanted - 
me.

Ignoring his sarcasm, I once again pulled off the sweater top and for the 
second time in just ten minutes, I was standing nude in the closet in front of 
an uncle.  This time, however, we got straight down to business.  As much as I 
wanted to spite my Aunt Shari, I really despised Uncle Jim, especially for the 
way he treated his youngest daughter.  A father should fuck his daughters out 
of love and respect, not treat them like some cheap whore, forcing her to do 
his bidding whenever and however he demanded.  In fact, for a while I had 
refused to let him fuck me at all but then he threatened to cut off my dad 
from Tammy so for my dad’s sake I gave only what I had to in order to mollify 
Uncle Jim.  

Again I squatted down but this time it wasn't to suck his dick.  I pulled some 
clothes down and used them under my knees to protect me from the cold concrete 
floor and then got on all fours, leaning down so my butt was poking rather 
obscenely up in the air at him.  Well, I am sure his wife would have thought 
it obscene at least.  For Uncle Jim, it was more like an invitation – an 
invitation to fuck me.

As he practically tore off his clothes, I waited there on my hands and knees, 
thinking about how I wished Aunt Shari was watching.  If only she could see 
the look of lust and anticipation in her husband’s eyes now, undoubtedly a 
look she'd never seen in them when he fucked her cold pussy.  Then, just as I 
felt him moving in behind me, I realized I had just made a serious mistake...

In a tight spot like a closet, your options for sex are father limited.  Well, 
not technically, but in reality they were limited.  I’d let Uncle Paul fuck me 
standing up from behind so I just figured I’d do it doggie style with Uncle 
Jim given the cramped quarters.  Anything with me facing him would have 
required more acrobatics and effort than I was prepared for.  There was one 
serious risk in doggie style, at least there was when Uncle Jim was fucking 
me.  As much as it present my pussy nicely, it gave him even easier access to 
my ass – MUCH too easy.

If there was one thing I should have remembered about Uncle Jim, it was his 
love for anal sex.  I’d refused him for the most part in the past but there 
had been a couple times I had to let him do it to keep my dad in business with 
Tammy.  You would think such a thing would be quick to come to mind when I 
faced him but I guess in all the hurry and my thoughts about his wife I just 
forgot – and now I learned I was to pay the price for my forgetfulness.

“Damn, you have the sweetest ass,” he murmured as I felt his dick press in 
against me. 

At first it hit my butt, just as Uncle Paul’s had done earlier.  However, 
whereas Uncle Paul had shifted position down to the area of my pussy, Uncle 
Jim zeroed in on my asshole – my TIGHT asshole.

Just one question... Why do men like to stick their dicks up a girl’s asshole?  
I can understand when it comes to gays, it’s like lesbians with fake dicks 
strapped to themselves.  But when a guys has a perfectly good pussy just dying 
for him to penetrate, why go for the asshole?  Maybe it’s just me, but in my 
opinion my asshole is a one-way door – out only.  For god’s sake I shit 
through my asshole!  If there’s one thing that turns me off as much as 
anything less in the world, it’s anything to do with potty sex.  It just 
grosses me out totally and I don't even like to discuss it.  

With that in mind, Uncle Jim still was determined to fuck me in the ass it 
seemed.  Then he made it clear WHY...

“Damn if I’m taking sloppy seconds from my brother ever again,: he grunted as 
he spit on his dick and then I felt him spit on my asshole, “Bad enough I 
always got your mother last, I’m not taking it this time.”

It was almost enough to make me forget the sharp pain I felt as he pushed his 
dick into my asshole.  I wanted to force him away but I knew better.  Uncle 
Jim could be quite “persuasive” when he as horny so the best way to keep him 
away from your ass was not to let him get near it in the first place.  I’d 
blown it and now I was paying the price.

Still, what the hell did he just say?  What was this about him and my mom?  If 
he was getting “seconds”, who was “first”?  My first thought was, of course, 
my dad, but then I had to wonder if maybe this was something more about her 
relationship with her brother-in-laws that I had never known about.  Heck, 
after all these years I had never known Uncle Paul was doing her so would it 
be such a shock to find out he and Uncle Jim had BOTH been doing her... and at 
the same time?

My thoughts about my mom were pushed out of the way as I almost cried out in 
pain as his dick pushed all the way in my ass.  God, why would anyone want 
this?  I wasn't feeling anything sexy and it certainly wasn't getting me off.  
All I could think about was hopes that he would cum fast and get it over with.

According to all the porn movies and stories, after a while this was suppose 
to feel good and soon I would be writhing with pleasure and begging him to 
fuck me ass deeper.  Yeah right.  Well, gather around children and let me fill 
you in on a secret... Anal sex hurts and I don't give a damn how long he 
fucked me, it didn't get any better.  The only time it even felt remotely good 
was when he finally came (thank god for that).  Perhaps the sperm in my ass 
lubricated him better and that's what helped but I had to admit that for a 
brief moment it actually felt good.  Then he pulled his dick out of my ass in 
one swift motion and for a second I thought I had taken a shit and half 
expected to turn around and see poop on his dick.  Thank goodness it was just 
the feeling of his dick sliding out of me that felt like I was taking a dump!

He got up quickly and rearranged himself as I struggled to get to my feet.  A 
decent man would have helped me up but he had gotten what he wanted from me – 
and now couldn't care less about me.  I felt a little wobbly on my feet and my 
ass felt weird.  I wasn't sure if it was sore from him violating me or if it 
just felt good to have him out, the sort of pleasant sensation you get after a 
good dump.  Whatever it was, I was glad it was over!

“Yep, like I said, you’ve got one sweet ass Kelly,” he said smugly, “Not quite 
as tight as my own daughter’s but still nothing to be ashamed of.”

This time I put my jeans on as well under my sweater top.  Uncle Jim had 
already resumed his place in front of the TV by the time I got out and he 
grinned from ear to ear as I walked slowly back into the family room area.

“Hmmm, a little bowlegged baby?” he teased me, looking at his brothers as if 
he wanted them both to know what he’d done to me.  Yeah, like he probably 
hadn’t already the moment he came back out.  

I looked at my dad, expecting him to stand up for me but he just shrugged his 
shoulders as if to say what could he do, it was my fault after all any of this 
had come about.  At 24 I was old enough to take care of myself so I guess it 
was a little unfair of me to expect my daddy to come riding in on a white 
horse to save the honor of his daughter.  Still... it would have been nice.  
Of course, it would have helped if I had any honor to save!

I walked slowly up the stairs, grimacing at the feel of my sore ass.  Back 
upstairs though, the sight of my two aunts made any pain instantly disappear.  
Screw them.  They could say all they wanted about me and my family but it was 
me that had their husbands sperm in my pussy and ass right now.  Feeling them 
cum in me and now seeing the smug faces on my aunt’s faces made it all 
worthwhile!


Chapter 7 – Alone at Last With My Dad
=====================================

After the game was over everyone soon left.  My Aunt Linda and Kristi were 
still out doing their home-selling stuff, leaving just me and my dad alone.  
He was in his favorite chair while I was stretched out on the couch, just like 
old times.  Memories came rushing back of all the times I’d spent with him – 
and all the things we’d done.  It was a special place for me, with special 
memories.  My dad had kept my mom’s chair in the same place and the emptiness 
of it was the only sad thing for me.  It was over a year now since she was 
taken from us but it still hurt at times like this.  Still, I knew she was in 
heaven and I also knew she would want me to take care of my dad in her 
absence.  Just as she would watch me from her chair as I pleased my father, I 
was sure she would be watching now as well.  Hmmm, do you still get to 
masturbate when you’re in Heaven?  I hope so!

“So what was the story today anyway?” my dad finally spoke up, breaking the 
long silence, “It all seemed rather contrived... what was your point in 
fucking them?  You could’ve just teased them and made their day, especially 
with everyone else here.  Damn Kelly, do you have ANY idea what would’ve 
happened if one of your aunts had decided to come down here while you were 
having your little bit of fun?”

At first I thought he was teasing me but the look on his face quickly sobered 
me up.  No... he was dead serious.  I tried to explain to him what went on 
with my aunts earlier but he wasn't buying it.

“Give me a break Kelly, they’ve both always talked about you that way and you 
know damn well your mother and I just ignore them.  They wouldn't be happy 
unless I had you wear sweat pants and a baggy sweatshirt so why worry about 
them?  What was the big deal today?  No matter why, it was STILL a pretty 
stupid thing to do.”

I was a little taken aback.  Usually my dad was the first one to encourage me 
to take risks or to be daring.  Indeed, some of the things I’d done for him, 
especially for his work, had been quite risky.  Posing as a whore for his 
clients so they wouldn't know he was fucking his daughter?  Fucking the staff 
as a “reward”?  What was so bad about what I did today?

He must have seen the downhearted look in my face so he came over to the couch 
to put his arm around me and hug me.  “Hey baby, I didn't mean to upset you 
but sometimes you seem to forget what would happen if other people found out 
what we do.  There’s nothing wrong with it and I love you so much but not 
everyone would be so understanding... especially your aunts.”

“I’m so sorry daddy... I just hated them for saying those things.”

“Well, if nothing else, it WAS pretty hot,” he said, hugging me a bit tighter, 
“I think your uncles were taken by surprise today, THAT was for sure.”

I couldn't help but laugh a little at that.  Oh yeah, a “little” surprised was 
the understatement of the year.

“You know, I was pretty proud of you actually,” he said more deeply, “not many 
girls could have pulled off what you did today – at least not with so much 
class.”

“Really daddy?... you were proud of me?”

He hugged me even tighter and I felt a warm glow in me.  My dad was proud of 
me!  Of all the things he could have said, that was the one thing that made me 
feel best.

“Of course I was baby.  Seeing them look at you that way, knowing how badly 
they wanted you and how jealous I know they are of me... well how could I NOT 
be proud?”

“But Uncle Jim has Tammy.”

“True but she’s got nothing on you.  You’re the one they wanted today.”

“I love you daddy.”

With that we kissed and I knew he was the one that wanted me now.  As we both 
undressed, I couldn't help but think about how although they were brothers, it 
was so different having sex with each of them.  Being my uncles, it wasn't 
like they were just any ol’ married guy cheating on his wife – even though 
neither of my aunts had a clue as to what their husbands did with me.  Growing 
up with them all my life, they were family, not just friends or like the guys 
I dated.  Still, my Uncle Jim was just getting more gross all the time while 
my Uncle Paul was becoming more interesting.  Yet as I stripped for my dad, 
neither of them made me feel the way my dad did.

There’s just something special about being with your father that is like 
nothing else in the world.  Sure I’ve had guys with bigger and fatter dicks, 
guys with better looks and harder bodies, guys with more “skills” and others 
who were more adventuresome.  All of that made for good sex but with my dad 
there is something special that nobody else can give me – my father’s love.  
Like just now when he told me he was proud of me, it made me feel special to 
know he felt that way about me.

As his daughter it was my duty to satisfy his needs but it never felt like it 
was something I was forced to do but rather something I WANTED to do.  I’m 
sure he would be the first to tell you I wasn't always the perfect daughter 
growing up, but one thing he CAN say is that I have never refused him when he 
came to me and asked for me.

Now naked, we laid next to each other on the couch, him spooning behind me as 
I rested on the edge.  It was a little chilly in the family room so he pulled 
a blanket over us and for a while we just stayed that way, silent and still 
with his arms around me, pulling me tightly into him as I felt his dick 
pushing up against my bottom.  It felt so perfect, so RIGHT.

Gradually his lust grew and I could feel his moving his hips behind me, 
rubbing his hard dick up and down the crack of my ass.  His hand cupped my 
breasts, my nipples between his fingers as he gently massaged me.  I just 
closed my eyes and let myself go, thinking of nothing but his hands on me, of 
his cock pushing against me.

“Tell me what you want daddy,” I whispered softly, “Tell me how to please you.  
I want to make you happy.”

“Mmmmmmm, this IS what I want baby... this is what I wanted all day.”

His hand moved back and between my thighs, lifting my leg up and over his as 
he moved down just enough to allow his cock to push up against my now exposed 
crotch.  It felt SO good to feel him rubbing it against me, only now he was 
sliding it up and down my pussy slit instead of my butt.  I knew what he 
wanted... and I wanted to give it to him.

“Fuck me daddy... I want you to fuck me.  Show me how much you love me.”

Over the past eight years I can’t even begin to guess at how many times my dad 
has fucked me but I knew he still loved to hear me ask for it.  I loved the 
way his face would brighten when I just walked up to him sometimes and stood 
on my tip toes and whispered in his ear that I wanted him in me – especially 
when it was somewhere “inappropriate” like at church or even in line at Giant 
Eagle.  It wasn’t always that he actually fucked me - it was the offer that 
seemed to turn him on as much as anything.  The best part was he knew I wasn’t 
teasing – that I meant every word when I said it.  Of course, ALL men seem to 
love a girl to ask them that but this was different.  I wasn’t asking for MY 
pleasure, I was giving myself to him, submitting myself to my father as a good 
daughter should.

Reaching down between my legs, I grasped his erection and guided him to my 
pussy.  I used his head to wet my pussy, pushing him in just a little and 
pulling it out and spreading the wetness over my slit and clit.  God it felt 
so good when I rubbed my clit with his dick!  If it was just me I was thinking 
of, I would have masturbated, using his cock like a dildo only in this case, 
it was the real thing.  That wasn't my purpose now though.  It was HIS needs 
that needed to be satisfied, HIS lust that had to be fulfilled.  Not that it 
wasn't something I enjoyed, but he came first, just as a father should.

Once I had my father’s dick head in me, I let go of his cock and started to 
rub my clit with my fingers.  He quickly took over and I felt him pushing 
himself into me.  It was my third dick of the day, finishing the trio of 
brothers but yet it was so much better than the others had been.  I could hear 
my dad grunting as he pushed himself into me, joining our bodies, becoming one 
with me.  This was so much more than “just sex”, I felt as if I was giving 
myself totally to him, submitting myself in the most intimate and pure way 
possible.  As a daughter SHOULD!

“God I love being in you like this,” he whispered hoarsely as he held himself 
still in me, his dick now totally consumed by my pussy as the base of his 
shaft met my crotch.

Indeed, this was one of my favorite ways for him to fuck me.  The BEST was 
when he was on top of me, like I was totally under his dominion as he took me 
for his own desires.

Spooning was probably my second as it was intimate yet at the same time a 
little more distant.  I couldn't see him yet I could feel his dick in me and 
his hands roaming all over me.  In a way it was like he was using me, fucking 
me to satisfy his growing lust as he began to pump himself in and out of me.  
I don’t mean “using” in a bad way – quite the opposite in fact.  I loved it 
that as his only daughter he felt comfortable enough to seek me out when his 
needs grew to where only I could satisfy them properly.  As much as I knew he 
loved my mother and having sex with her, I always knew there were certain 
“needs” every man has that only a younger girl could quench, and all the 
better when that girl was his daughter.

As my dad slowly stroked himself in and out of my pussy, I could feel myself 
responding to the incredible sensations it produced in me along with those I 
was making with my fingers on my clit.  I loved the way he tugged on my 
nipples, pulling on them with his fingers and then letting them snap back 
after which he would rub my boobs.  I’d been fucked twice already but hadn’t 
come near to an orgasm yet now with my dad barely moving inside of me it was 
already time for me to cum.

“Oh god daddy, don’t move!” I pleaded as my pussy clamped down on his dick 
like I was having cramps.

I felt my orgasm wash over me as I could think of nothing but the fullness of 
his dick within me.  God it felt so damn good!  Yet again I knew this was 
perfect and so right.

“Fuck me daddy... fuck me faster,” I directed him as the initial tidal wave 
had gone through me.

Now I wanted him to fuck me – REALLY fuck me.  I was still cumming and all I 
wanted was his dick moving in me, rubbing me just the right way as it slid in 
and out of my gushing pussy.

He responded instantly.  By now he knew how I wanted it when I came like this 
so as soon as he felt my pussy let loose even the slightest he was pumping 
away furiously.  Watching his two brothers go off to the closet, knowing what 
they were doing to me once they closed the door, seeing me exit with their cum 
in me... all of it must have been driving him crazy – not to mention horny as 
hell!

“Oh daddyyyyyyyy,” I moaned as I felt him start to cum in me.

My father pushed his incestuous erection even deeper into me and then gave 
short, hard thrusts as he delivered each load of cum.  Now it really was 
perfect... it really was just right.  My own father was giving his most 
special love to me.  My dad was showing me in a way no words could say that he 
loved me as his daughter.  He held himself in me when he’d finished, pulling 
me tightly against him as if he was claiming me as his.

Normally it is the guy who falls asleep at this point, spent from his 
exertions but in this case I was the one who was exhausted.  It had been a 
crazy day and now it was like I’d just been given the best gift of all – my 
dad’s cum, and all I could do was enjoy the sensation of him in me.  I must 
have fallen asleep with him still in me as I don't remember him pulling out.

*******************

Later I woke up and found myself laying naked and alone under the blanket.  As 
I gathered my bearings I realized that my Aunt Linda must have returned home 
as I saw my dad talking to her out of the corner of my eye.  From the way she 
was grinning and looking at me, it was obvious he was filling her in on all 
the details.  I was so tired still that I just laid my head down and fell 
asleep again.  

It was Thanksgiving and yes, I had a LOT to be thankful for!

THE END

  
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