Subject: Easter Uncles
Story Codes: Mf FF F-solo oral incest uncle niece cousins
Diary Date: April 4, 2010
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
Easter is family time, when aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and cousins get
together to celebrate the season and to just enjoy being together.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Family Relationships
Chapter 2 – Teasing the Uncles
Chapter 3 – Horny Cousins
Chapter 4 – Uncle Paul
Chapter 5 – The Ride Home
Chapter 1 – Family Relationships
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I suppose most people reading this have already read other stories on-line
about families that claim to be “open”, where everyone is sexually involved -
even the youngsters. Some of these people supposedly include their neighbors
and friends, making the combinations and permutations almost endless. Are
any of these true? Who knows. In many cases I have to hope they are NOT as
fantasy is one thing but to actually DO some of the things these people
describe, especially with young children, is just not right.
When considering the pros and cons of incest, it’s good to keep in mind that
incest is definitely NOT for everyone. In fact, I feel incest has the
potential for being “good” in only a very small percentage of family
situations. My fear is that in too many cases the potential benefits of
incest are used to rationalize child abuse, something I abhor and am 100%
against. I also believe that incest is best when both parents are actively
involved. It’s not just the secrecy aspect but by having both parents
involved the chances of something perverted happening are lessened.
Given my own experiences and views, you might think that I would approve of
families where “everything goes” and I guess I would if I believed they
actually existed in the way they claim. If some of them actually do then I
am glad for them. Still, in most cases I can’t help but feel everything
falls into place a little too easy without any of the pitfalls and traps that
await such a potentially difficult family relationship.
I say “potentially difficult” not because I think incest is bad, but because
society does approve of incest and as such it has to be kept secretive. This
can put considerable strain on a family, especially the younger children who
may not fully understand the ramifications of what would happen if people
found out what was going on behind closed doors.
Part of the reason I promote the idea of both parents being involved is based
on my own experiences in seeing the consequences when they are not. In my
family incest is not something that is practiced by everyone. In fact,
looking at my family tree you can see less than half my immediate family is
involved. My mom’s side is mostly into it but that only includes my Aunt
Linda and cousin Kristi. My maternal grandfather died a long time ago and
while my grandmother knows everything, she has never been involved herself.
My dad’s side is quite different. Whereas my mother and her sister had in
incestual relationship with their father starting when they were barely teens
(he took both of their virginities), my dad’s side of the family was not into
incest in any way until he married my mom. Even then it wasn't until years
had passed that anything happened there. My dad’s younger brother (my Uncle
Jim) didn't fuck me until I was twenty.
Once the line was crossed with my uncle, things accelerated from there. My
cousin Rick (who was seventeen at the time) did me just a couple days after
his dad had me for the first time. My mom took advantage of the developing
situation to be with her nephew. That is where things stood for quite a
while with the four of us being involved but nobody else on my dad’s side of
the family knowing anything about it – especially my Aunt Sheri who would’ve
probably shot her husband and son had she known what they were doing behind
her back. As I said, things would be easier if both of them had been
involved but in real life, that isn’t always possible.
I also have two younger cousins that are the younger sisters of my cousin
Rick. Kate is the older one. She is a clone of her mother and would never
allow herself to be involved in anything like incest. Tammy, the younger
one, has always been the rebel in the family and when she caught me blowing
her brother one day she insisted she be allowed to join in as well. She was
just thirteen at the time but all she did was suck his dick, despite his
pleas to let him fuck her. I got the impression it wasn't that she didn't
want to have sex with her brother, it was just she didn't want him to be her
first.
As it turned out, Tammy’s first was my dad. It was over a year after my
uncle and cousin started fucking me and about eight months after she started
sucking her brother’s dick. She had turned fourteen in the meantime and it
was mostly my doing that brought them together. I’d always felt guilty that
I had not given myself to my dad for my first time (although to be fair, I
had no idea at the time he wanted such a thing). Thus by arranging for him
to take Tammy’s virginity when she was fourteen (the same age I was when my
boyfriend took mine), it helped me to assuage a little of my guilt, although
I doubt it will ever completely go away.
In a perfect world, Tammy would have done it with her dad first, as I think
nobody is more suited to such as task as a girl’s father. In this case I
suppose that I was being selfish and looking to my own needs more than hers.
Still, I don't apologize for my actions although I suppose it wasn't quite
right of me. In any case, her dad got to do her the next day anyway so it
wasn't like my dad was fucking her behind his back for any extended length of
time.
Once Tammy had passed that milestone, it didn't take long for her to take
advantage of her brother’s teenage horniness – and that of a number of his
friends as well. Still, keeping things secret from her sanctimonious mother
and sister wasn't something I envied her. Life would have been so much
easier if we could have gotten together as families and just avoided all the
melodrama and secrecy. Then again, unlike the fantasy stories that’s life in
the real world and you have to play the cards you’re dealt.
My dad also has an older brother who has two daughters. Ginny and Laura are
both older than me by several years and I’ve never really been all that close
to them. Actually, our family and theirs don't see nearly as much of each
other as we do with my dad’s other brother as they lived on the other side of
town.
Although I enjoyed teasing my Uncle Paul at family events, it was just
innocent flirting and I never really expected anything to happen. He and my
dad weren’t nearly as close as my dad was with Uncle Jim due to the age
difference between them. My dad use to tell me all sorts of stories about
the crazy things he did in high school with his younger brother, but never
anything that included his older brother. I knew my mother and Aunt Linda
had fucked both my dad and Uncle Jim in high school, but so far as I knew
Uncle Paul was never with them.
That changed a bit about a year ago when I learned that my Uncle Paul had
been doing my mom for years without me or my dad knowing. It was quite a
difficult thing for me to accept. Technically they weren’t cheating since it
was incest (by marriage) and incest isn’t adultery. Still, to not tell my
dad about it just didn't seem right to me. In any case, he WAS my uncle and
as such he had a right to fuck me since I was his niece (plus he wouldn't be
cheating on his wife) so I went along with it. I did manage to get back at
him a little a while later. After that we hadn't done it again so I sort of
figured that chapter was over, especially now with my mom having divorced my
dad and so now she no longer doing it with my Uncle Paul..
So that explains my family situation heading into Easter, 2010. We were
going to be meeting at my Uncle Paul’s place on the north side if Pittsburgh,
being his turn in the annual rotation. I would be there with my dad as my
mom still was out on the west coast somewhere. Aunt Linda and Kristi were
suppose to be there as well my Uncle Jim’s family. My dad’s parents may or
may not be there as it was quite a drive to get there from Grove City and
they were not traveling as much as they use to. Odds were almost zero my
other grandmother would attend as she lives way out in Illinois and doesn't
drive hardly at all
My expectations for the day weren’t all that high so far as anything
happening beyond a traditional Easter family meal and gathering. As I
mentioned, I hadn't been with my Uncle Paul in a while so I figured that
wouldn't be going anywhere. Tammy was focused on high school and the boys
there, ignoring even her brother these days from what I’d heard. My dad
hadn't been with her in ages which isn’t surprising as it’s hard to find an
excuse for an uncle to be alone for any length of time with his seventeen
year-old slutty niece. So far as I knew, she wasn’t even fucking her dad
which didn't bother me in the least as he is pretty much an asshole in my
book. Speaking of Rick, he and I hadn't done it either in ages and with my
mom out of the picture, that pretty much took care of anything there so far
as I was concerned.
After the events of the past few months it wasn't like even me and my dad
were doing it much so if you’re keeping score, there weren’t even that many
options for something to happen even if it WAS possible. I wasn't about to
do my cousin Rick or Uncle Jim, at least not if I had anything to say about
it. Rick may have had the biggest dick in the family but that wasn't enough
to overcome the same crappy attitude his father had about women and so I
wanted nothing to do with him.
Knowing Tammy, she would probably flirt with my dad and Uncle Paul just
because it was her nature to do so, but the odds were heavily against that
going any further - although I was pretty sure my dad wouldn't turn down the
opportunity. I didn't even know if my Uncle Paul knew about Tammy’s “family”
relationships but I sort of doubted that he did. Even if he did, a house
full of relatives is not the time to be fucking your youngest niece for the
first time.
In the end, as I headed to my Uncle’s house after church with my Aunt Linda
and Kristi, if anyone would’ve asked I would’ve told them there was no way I
would be writing about what happened after we got there. Well, you can’t
blame me for assuming what should have been obvious to anyone, can you?
I guess it just goes to show you can’t assume anything, especially when it
comes to family matters and the needs of horny men.
Chapter 2 – Teasing the Uncles
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If there is one thing I learned quickly once I hit puberty, it was that I
loved to tease men – and they loved me to tease them. Every girl has that
“aha” day in her life when she first realizes that a guy is looking at her
“that” way and thinking about doing “those thing” to her. Odds are such
looks probably started sooner than she even realized given some of the creepy
men out there, but to recognize the difference between a quick glance and
leering look you have to understand that men WANT to look at you that way in
the first place.
Once they realize the looks have started, different girls react in different
ways. Some are embarrassed and try to hide themselves. It doesn't help when
immature boys at school tease a girls who started maturing earlier than the
others. There always seems to be at least one girl who gets her boobs way
ahead of the others. My best friend Beth is a perfect example. I swear she
was in a C-cup before I legally qualified for a training bra. Whether a girl
is influenced more by the boys her age teasing her for her new boobs or the
older boys appreciating them is something that will determine much of her
teenage years and beyond.
My younger cousins Kate and Tammy are classic examples of the two extremes.
Kate, the older one by couple of years, did everything she could to hide her
budding sexuality. Her mother had her brainwashed so badly that all boys
were perverts and wanted nothing more than to take advantage of young girls
like her (not that she was 100% wrong). Kate would wear clothes that hid her
budding breasts and covered her legs as they gained shape. Her swimsuits
became even more conservative as she filled them out more. Any boy that
dared to get a little too fresh was called out and even turned to the
teachers in if it happened at school. It’s not that Kate was ugly by any
means – quite the opposite in fact. If anything, she was pretty hot but
because of the way her mother raised her, she never took advantage of the
gifts she had been blessed with – gifts many girls her age would have killed
for..
Then there was Tammy. Unlike her older sister, Tammy seemed to be hell-bent
on doing everything she could NOT to be like her sister, much to the chagrin
of her mother who was constantly fighting with her. Tammy absolutely refused
to wear a training bra. When her mother forced her to put one on, she would
take it off as soon as she was away from home so she could show off her
growing boobs with pride. It didn't take her long to figure out that the
boys’ interest in her grew exponentially with her budding breasts and curvy
figure. She seemed to have been born with an instinctive knowledge of how to
turn such interest to her advantage. In other words, Tammy was the perfect
tease.
Indeed, girls like Tammy just seem to naturally know how to flirt without
even trying. Personally, I get turned off by the overly brazen sluts who
flaunt themselves shamelessly, practically throwing themselves at guys.
First off, it’s simply not necessary. All a girl has to do is give even a
hint that she interested or available and the guys will come to her all on
their own. To me, parading yourself about all the time unnecessarily it’s
just a sign of insecurity and lack of self-confidence. Sure it’s fun to go
out sometimes and just flaunt yourself, but when it becomes part of your
daily routine then something’s wrong.
At our family gatherings over the years, I found it interesting to watch
Tammy as she grew up and learned more about the effect she had on men. At
first when she was just a preteen, it was all so innocent and sweet. She was
so naïve that she really didn't understand why sitting on her uncle’s lap and
wiggling made him so happy - only that it did. When she would lay on the
floor with her legs apart, exposing her cute panties, she did it because she
didn't know any better, not because she was trying to tease anyone. At the
time, her mom would just tell her to “act like a lady” and everyone
considered it as an act of youthful innocence, not anything that might imply
something more.
It wasn't until she was thirteen that the two of us started talking about
boys in more detail. I guess since her older sister wasn't helping out in
that department, she looked to me for guidance. Who else did she have? Her
mom would never have approved of the tips I gave her. It was also
interesting to start masturbating with her and see the lust and cravings
develop within her as she matured.
When Tammy got to be fourteen, it was no longer “cute” when she continued to
do the same stunts she did when she was younger. Now when she sat on her
uncle’s lap, or flashed him her panties, her mom would swoop in and
vigorously scold her, sometimes even taking her into another room to lecture
her on the sins of what she was doing. Needless to say, none of the guys in
the family were complaining!
Once my dad and her dad started fucking Tammy, it made the playful teasing
all the more erotic, at least for me. What made it even hotter for me was
that most of the others in the room had no idea what she was doing with the
two of them in private. For that matter, they didn't know what I was doing
either!
Thus over the years we had developed the teasing “tradition” where me and
Tammy would playfully tease my uncles (along with Kristi whenever she was
with us). We teased all three brothers although not so naughtily when it
came to Uncle Paul. Back then Uncle Paul wasn't fucking any of us and so far
as I knew, he wasn't aware that his brothers were either. Still, it made
feel slutty and naughty to see my aunt’s lips purse when she came in the room
and caught her husband with his hand on my rear end. She didn't say anything
but I had no doubt she had a few things to tell him later!
As for my older cousin’s, their husbands were there as well but I never got
into teasing them like I did my uncles. Maybe it was because I just had this
feeling that nothing would ever happen with them that made it less thrilling
for me. They were both very nice men and I doubt they, or my cousins, would
agree that incest was not adultery, regardless of the biblical principles
supporting it. If anything, they seemed to avoid being in the room when the
teasing started to get a little too far for them. It’s not that we ever
stripped or masturbated or anything over the top like that, but as we got
older the panties became thongs and the bras tended to become either less in
terms of coverage or nonexistent.
With me being 25 and Tammy approaching her eighteenth birthday, the teasing
tradition was starting to become more difficult. It’s awful hard at our age
to pretend like it’s just innocent fun and we are somehow too naïve to
realize what we’re doing. Besides, my relatives all had a pretty good idea
of my reputation back when I was in high school - and what Tammy’s was now
that she was nearing the end of her reign as class slut. With my mom no
longer there to bitch at, my aunts tended to keep their mouths shut but I
could see by the nasty looks they would give me that didn't approve of me or
ho I dressed or behaved.
As if I cared.
If there was one major difference this year from last to consider, it was
that I’d been fucked by Uncle Paul since last Easter. Now when he looked at
me, it would no longer with the eyes of a man wondering what it would be like
to have sex with me - , it would be a look that said he wanted more of what
he’d already had! Sure enough, when he greeted me as we walked in, I saw his
eyes stripping away my Easter dress and for just a moment, that look appeared
that most guys get when they want to fuck me. We hugged and his hand briefly
touched my ass – not enough to catch anyone’s attention but mine. He didn't
say anything but hello but I had to wonder what I would do if later he told
me he wanted to do it with me. Until I saw that look I wouldn't have thought
he would have the nerve to do it with everyone here but now I found myself
wondering...
Uncle Jim and his family arrived last. I caught my dad eying Tammy as she
walked in wearing the cutest little Easter sundress. It was strapless and
showed off some nice cleavage which made me wonder how she’d convinced her
mother to let her wear it – or even buy it in the first place. True, the
hemline was lower than most of her dresses, so I guessed she must have
compromised with her mother – less leg and more cleavage. The peasant top
did little to hide the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.
I noticed that my Uncle Paul seemed to take a special interest in Tammy as
well, making me wonder what, if anything, he’d been told about her. Odds
were nothing and he was just reacting as any heterosexual male would in his
shoes under the circumstances. Still, if his wife had even a clue as to what
I knew he must have been thinking I doubt she would’ve let him hug her as
tightly as he did.
Another pain of growing older is that it’s harder to get out of work at
gatherings like this. As a young girl, I may have been asked to set the
table or such, but in general it was mostly up to me to just stay out the
way, leaving me with plenty of time to have fun with other things. Nowadays
I was expected to help in the kitchen which made little sense since my
cooking skills aren’t exactly anything to brag about. Kate, of course, was
in there like the little dweeb she was. Tammy and Kristi just ignored their
mothers and headed for the living room where the guys were gathered to watch
something on TV.
As a way out of the heavy-duty cooking, I volunteered to handle the snacks
which had the added benefit that I had to deliver them as well. Trying to
balance a tray of various snacks, I entered the living room to find Kristi
and Tammy up to their old tricks. To someone not familiar with the players,
it may have appeared a little odd but it was certainly nothing obscene or
even questionable for that matter.
Tammy had made herself at home on my dad’s lap as he laid back in the Lazy-
Boy chair with the footrest up. She had her feet hanging over the side with
one arm around his neck and her back against the other armrest. Her cute
little sundress was barely long enough to cover herself but it WAS just long
enough so there wasn't anything anyone could make a federal case out of.
With her sitting back like that I had no doubt my dad had a nice view down
the front of her dress should he choose to look down but if he was enjoying
himself he wasn't being blatant about it. He had one arm laying over the top
of her legs and the other around her back with his hand on the armrest. That
sort of surprised me as I would have figured he would use the situation as an
excuse to plant it firmly on her bottom but then that might have been a
little over the top what with everyone else running in and out of the room.
Kristi was planted on the couch right next to Uncle Paul. He was pressed
against the arm of the couch on one side, leaving two thirds of the couch
open so Kristi had curled up next to him with her legs tucked underneath,
leaning up against him. At least they each had their hands to themselves.
Uncle Paul had one arm on the armrest with the other behind Kristi lying on
top of the couch’s back cushion, making it easier for her to rest her head
against his shoulder.
Now so far as I knew, the two of them had never had sex but when it comes to
my relatives, especially my Uncle Paul, I had learned the hard way (as in a
hard cock) that you can’t always judge a book by its cover. Heck, he’d been
doing my mom for years and I hadn't known it so it wouldn't be all that
surprising to find out he was doing Kristi, and maybe her mom as well.
Poor Uncle Jim was sitting all alone, his eyes darting between his two
brothers and their young nieces snuggled up with them. No doubt he would
have love to have me sitting on his lap about now but that wasn't about to
happen. The last time I’d let him fuck me was just so he would let Tammy be
with my dad. Well, Tammy was old enough now to make her own decisions about
her sex partners so he couldn't hold that over my head any more. He was such
a jerk, not to mention his chip-off-the-old-block son. It was their loss as
neither would probably ever fuck me again if I had anything to say about it.
Family obligations or not, I had to draw the line at some point and when it
came to the two of them, I finally had to make some tough decisions and now I
intended to stand by them.
“Chips or pretzels Uncle Jim?” I asked cheerily, leaning over far enough to
let him see down my dress.
It was a bit bad of me because I had no intention of going any further than
that with him. I just got a kick out of raising his blood pressure a little
by showing him what he had before – but now would never have again.
What can I say? As much as I knew deep down he wanted to say something to me
that wasn't repeatable in mixed company, his male genes took control and his
eyes drifted to my breasts, just as I knew they would. Men are so
predictable!
“Watcha looking at Uncle Jim?” I said innocently, as if I had no idea his
eyes were glued on my exposed breasts.
Knowing the others must be watching, he just shook his head and pushed me
away, his eyes blazing at me as I knew he realized what I was doing to him.
Bill and Alan, my older cousins’ husbands, took a bowl each, trying their
best to keep from staring at my boobs as I leaned over where they were
sitting on the floor with some pillows around them. Still, I noticed they
each couldn't help but glance just a little bit. Frankly, no matter what
they thought of me or what their intentions may or may not be, it would’ve
disappointed me greatly had they NOT looked even just a little.
Heading back to the kitchen, Aunt Linda asked me how the guys were doing.
The others looked at me as I just smiled and said everyone was doing fine,
just wanted more snacks and that if dinner wasn't ready soon they would be
full from potato chips and pretzels. No matter, I refilled my tray and
headed back in to the family room. This time it was my dad’s turn and as I
leaned over to serve him I softly whispered to him, “I think she wants you
daddy.”
Tammy was the only one besides my dad who even seemed to recognize that I had
said anything at all and she just grinned. I don't know whether she actually
did or not but the effect it had on my dad certainly was noticeable. He
shifted around and I knew why – his dick was probably growing and he had to
make room for it to expand in his underwear with Tammy’s weight pushing down
on him.
“Now behave yourself Kelly,” was all he said, in an equally soft voice.
I appeared to be shocked that he would even THINK of such a thing which only
made him grin all the more. He knew better than to believe that line of
crap.
Next was Uncle Paul’s turn. Kristi reached for a bowl of chips but in her
position it was difficult to reach and she spilled a few on his lap. Before
he could do anything she was picking them off his belly and crotch, not
exactly trying to avoid anything in the process. One chip was rather
strategically placed right over his zipper and it was funny how much work it
took for her to collect that one as she dig and pressed into his dress pants
to retrieve it.
“You’re suppose to eat the CHIP, Kristi,” I teased her just a little.
My cousin just grinned at me and winked as she gave his cock one last push
down with the palm of her hand as she pretended to lose her balance in
getting back into position.
Back in the kitchen, I felt sort of left out of things having to be in here
instead of in the living room having fun with the guys. I had no interest in
the idle gossip between my aunts and older cousins. All I could think about
was what I could be doing if I was in the living room, even if it meant
having to sit by my Uncle Jim or my cousin Rick. Of course teasing him
wasn't the same as letting him fuck me so if anything, I thought it would be
fun to tease and taunt him and in the end, give him nothing.
On my next trip I noticed that Tammy had disappeared. I asked my dad where
she had gone and he just shrugged. It wasn't until I was within close
earshot of him that mentioned something about her having to go to the
restroom to “take care of something”. I smiled at my dad as we both knew
what that “something” was. Oh to be seventeen and horny as a tom cat again.
It’s not like I’m not horny and such all the time. Rather it’s that I’m
eight years older than her and I’ve learned to deal with those urges over
time, even if they still get the best of me now and then. Obviously Tammy
was still at the stage where her feelings and desires controlled her life.
Chapter 3 – Horny Cousins
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I asked my dad where Tammy had gone and he mentioned something about the
guest bathroom upstairs so off I went. I knocked on the door and heard her
call out that she would be out in a minute. This time I called her name
through the door and I was rewarded with a click as she unlocked the latch
and let me in.
One sniff and I didn't even have to see her flushed face to know what she’d
been doing. The room smelled like pussy and from the grin on her face I’d no
doubt whose pussy I was sniffing.
“Couldn't wait until you got home?” I teased her.
“Give me a break Kelly,” she whined in response, “Besides, it’s your dad
who’s REALLY horny today. I thought his dick was going to burst right
through his pants!”
“Well what do you expect?” I sighed as she sat back down on the toilet and
lifted her dress back up.
Her panties were on the floor next to her so she had instant access to her
pussy and wasted no time in getting back to it. “I mean like, when was the
last time you let him fuck you for goodness sakes? It’s sorta cruel to tease
him this way, you know?”
Tammy wasn't paying any attention to me. She had a hairbrush in her hands –
I didn't know if it was hers or one she’d taken from one of the drawers in
the bathroom. It had a nice smooth handle on it and she soon had it deep
inside of her as she fucked herself with the hairbrush while she rubbed her
hard clit.
Anyone who can say that watching a high school girl masturbating with a
hairbrush did NOT make them horny is either a liar or dead. God she looked
so cute her dress bunched up around her waist, her legs spread apart as she
leaned back against the toilet tank and closed her eyes as she stroked the
hairbrush in and out of herself with one hand while she rubbed her wet clit
with the other. If I had been a guy I am sure my dick would have been out
and hard as a rock already. As it was, my pussy was practically screaming
for attention as I watched my little vixen of a cousin getting herself off
without even so much as looking over to see how I might be reacting.
Suddenly my thong felt like it was strangling me and I just had to get it
off. Reaching under my dress, I quickly slipped it down to my ankles and
then stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor next to the sink. One touch
was all it took to confirm how horny I’d become watching Tammy masturbate in
front of me. God she looked so hot. I think what got me off the most was
how self-absorbed she was. She never once even glanced in my direction or
acknowledged my presence in the slightest. It was all about HER, all about
pleasing herself. Whether I watched or not seemed to be of no consequence.
It was the perfect picture of total narcissism on her part.
At first I was just thinking about leaning back against the sink and
masturbating by myself, the two of us just doing ourselves. Well, that just
wasn't going to happen. It had been ages since I had fooled around with
Tammy and there was simply no way I could stay this close to her and just
WATCH her.
I stepped in between her legs and kneeled down on the rug in front of the
toilet. The seat was down fortunately, making it a little easier for me as
she was sitting on the very edge. It wasn't until I put a hand on each of
her knees to steady myself as I started to lean forward towards her crotch
that she finally opened her eyes to look at me.
“Lick me Kelly... PLEASE lick me... I’m almost there,” she begged me
breathlessly.
I have to say, hearing those words wasn't something I can say I have heard
all that much, at least not in this sort of situation. I suppose to me it
was like a guy hearing a girl ask him to fuck her. I was going to lick her
pussy one way or the other, but to have her beg me to do it just made it all
the better for me.
I took the brush from her hand and kept stroking it in and out of her tight
little pussy. As wet and swollen as she was, it slid easily in and out like
it was lubricated with oil. I could smell her pussy, savor the sweet aroma
of her sex. God she smelled so good! It just made me want to taste her all
the more.
Tammy still was using her own finger to play with her clit as I used the
hairbrush on her. Her bald pussy was glistening with her wetness and her
clit looked like it was so swollen it might explode. Suddenly I was reminded
of that first time so many years ago when I first licked her pussy. So far
as I knew, she didn't play around with girls all that much so I wondered
briefly just how many other girls had the opportunity to do what I was about
to do once again. I was sure plenty of boys had tried their best to lick and
kiss her but in the end, nothing beats the mouth of another girl on your
pussy.
Pushing the hairbrush into her, I wondered how many dicks had been where that
hairbrush was right now? Tammy and I really had sort of drifted apart in the
past couple of years and I didn't have a good idea of just how active she
was. Rumor was that she was quite the slut, although not anywhere in the
league of where Kristi and I had been during our high school years. I didn't
blame Tammy as she had to deal with a mother who didn't support her the way
our moms had back in our school days.
My tongue was about to land on her when I felt a little reminder in me that
this was the first time I’d had sex with anyone under eighteen in a long
time. It’s not like at seventeen I was exactly robbing the cradle. In fact,
in Pennsylvania seventeen is the legal age of consent so far as sex went.
Even then, since it was incest it really didn't matter how old either of us
were. Even when she was fourteen and my dad fucked her it was OK since he
was her uncle. Now had she been a neighbor girl then THAT would have been a
whole different ballgame. First, regardless of her age it would have been
adultery and that was bad enough right there. Thankfully if it’s incest it
can’t be adultery, just as when it’s incest then there are no age
restrictions since it’s family. OK, so maybe the courts, churches and much
of the public might disagree with me, but that’s based on emotions and
culture, not fact.
Oh my god... she tasted incredible! Sure it was much stronger and potent
than when she was thirteen, but that’s only natural and if anything, I
preferred it this way. I LOVED the taste of pussy, especially my own, and
Tammy’s was no exception, especially when she was as worked up and horny as
she was now.
Tammy moved her fingers out of the way to let my lips and tongue get to work
on her clit. She was right in that she had been close to cumming as it
seemed I was only licking her for less than a minute before she started to
orgasm. Tammy wasn't a squirter or a gusher, but she WAS a moaner and I had
to shush her a couple of times to keep her from bringing up the whole house
to see what was going on.
It would have certainly been easy to keep going for Round 2, or even
switching places and let her return the favor, but I was quite conscious that
people would start wondering what was going on with the two of us if we went
missing for two long. A few of them would likely have a pretty good idea and
leave us alone but for the rest of them, it might make them curious enough to
look for us to be sure everything was OK.
“Oh Kelly... I needed that soooooo bad,” Tammy sighed as for the first time
she made eye contact – and kept it.
The lazy smile on her face and the way she would subconsciously lick her lips
told m she was feeling pretty good about now. Personally, I was a little
jealous and cold have used a little more myself but we HAD to get going – and
soon.
Reaching down for her thong, Tammy held it up to me with a grin. “Think I
should put this back on or just stay bare?”
God, she was getting to be more like her older cousin Kristi every day, I
swear. Then again, Kristi wouldn't have been wearing any in the first place
and even if she had, she wouldn't have asked before stuffing them in her
purse.
“You mother would have a heart attack of she caught you without them today
and you know it,” I gently chastised her.
As if to make my point, I pulled my own thong back on again, reaching into
the side with my hands to pull it out so it covered my pussy instead of
bunching up between my pussy lips.
“Ahhhhhh, you’re no fun anymore,” she groaned – but she put them on as she
did.
I hesitated for just a moment. God, was I really getting to be that old?
She was right. A few years ago I would have left my panties off, the heck
with the consequences. Now it was like I was becoming some old maid afraid
to take any chances. Damn, maybe I should leave them off just to show I
wasn’t becoming a fuddy-dud. Common sense gained control once again and we
left the bathroom with our thongs firmly in place.
Chapter 4 – Uncle Paul
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“Something wrong?”
Just as I walked out into the hallway, I heard a voice behind me. I
instantly recognized it as my Uncle Paul’s and when I turned, sure enough he
was standing there. He looked at the two of us with a leer and I had a
pretty good idea that he wasn't going to buy any story about us adjusting our
makeup. Well, why not just go for it then? I may be wearing panties but
that didn’t mean I was a complete failure.
“It’s OK, we were just masturbating.”
Tammy looked at me with her eyes wide, undoubtedly not believing she had
heard what she had just heard.
“Kelly!” she exclaimed softly, nudging me as if to remind me that it wasn't
one of our dad’s I was talking to. Then again, Kristi didn't know the
history between me and our Uncle Paul.
“Well, you could have just asked and you could have had the real thing,” my
uncle came back, not letting my bluntness scare him off.
“Uncle Paul!” Tammy burst out, unable to contain herself.
“It’s OK Tammy,” I said, trying to calm her down, “Uncle Paul and I have done
it before.”
“And your cousin was one sweet piece of ass, I might add,” he added, “I hear
you’re quite the little slut as well.”
Tammy seemed uncertain whether she should smile or appear shocked.
“Well, dinner is ready so I was sent on a search mission to find the two of
you,” he explained. Then he leered at us again saying, “Too bad we didn't
have a few more minutes... I could have helped you both with your problems.”
I was about to say something like “in your dreams” when Tammy showed her true
colors.
“Kelly, why don't you go down and tell them me and Uncle Paul will be right
down.”
I looked at her like I was seeing someone I’d never seen before. Maybe I’d
underestimated her “slut factor” just a little bit – maybe a whole LOT of
bit. I could see it in her eyes as she locked in on her uncle’s crotch like
a laser guided missile. She had the look of a cat as it was hunting a mouse
and about ready to pounce. Talk about a picture being worth a thousand
words, it would take more than that to describe the animal like lust on
display all over her face. It was just the way she carried herself, her
posture, the way she held her arms and hands. Damn, she wanted to be fucked
and I hoped Uncle Paul was ready for what he’s unleashed.
“You sure?” I asked her but she wasn't listening to me.
“Just go,” she said to me, pushing me aside as she moved in closer to our
uncle. I wasn't sure who wanted it more – him or her. Well, I KNEW he
wanted her but what man his age wouldn't? It was the way she seemed drawn to
him, like steel to a strong magnet, that fascinated me. Maybe I should have
made her cum again before we left the bathroom. It was like all I had done
was light the fuse and now she was about to explode.
I turned and went down the stairs to the first floor where everyone was
moving in towards the dining room. I could see from the looks I to that they
were all wondering where my uncle and cousin were. There were two
distinctive sets of eyes though. One was wondering where the two of them
were with genuine concern, the other was obviously wondering what shenanigans
were taking place.
I took a seat next to my dad. I was suddenly aware that I had not washed up
before leaving the bathroom. I guess I was too caught up with everything to
think about it. My dad certainly noticed but I couldn't tell if anyone else
did.
“They aren’t...” my dad started to whisper to me.
“Yep, they are,” I whispered just as quietly back.
“Unbelievable,” was all he could say back but the look on his face told a
different story. I would have bet my next paycheck (little that it would be)
that he was wishing he had been the one to go off looking for us when dinner
was declared ready to serve!
It must have been ten minutes later and still no Uncle Paul or Tammy. Her
mother and my other aunt were both visibly curious – turning more into
concern as the minutes went by along with the food. Suddenly the two of the
appeared in the entrance to the dining room, my uncle apologizing to everyone
for being late. He went on about Tammy dropping an earring down the sink or
something like that. My aunt asked why it couldn't wait until after dinner
and he said that Tammy needed it right away. I thought my dad was going to
choke on his food at that one!
Tammy sat across from me and for a brief moment our eyes met and she grinned
at me. The little slut! I couldn’t wait for dinner to get finished so I
could ask her what happened. Did she just suck him or did her fuck her – or
both? Ten minutes wasn't very long but still, you could do a lot in that
amount of time if you rushed it. I saw Kristi down at the end between her
mom and one of my older cousins. She obviously had deduced what was going on
and I could see she was also practically bursting with curiosity.
Nobody seemed to want to comment on the flushness in Tammy’s face. I guess
either they assumed it was due to the concern over her “lost earring” or they
knew why she was all red and knew better than to say anything. Still, I
caught her squirming now and then and I had a feeling her pussy must have
been practically screaming still.
Dinner lasted almost an hour with everyone talking and taking their time. By
the end, everyone seemed to have forgotten all about the Uncle Paul – Tammy
drama at the start and went off to their appointed locations. The guys went
to the living room to watch TV – and likely fall asleep while the women took
on the menial task of clearing the table and doing the dishes – NOT my
favorite activities by a long shot.
“Well?” I said softly to Tammy as we gathered silver ware together.
“Well what?” she said, acting like she had no idea what I was talking about.
What a tease!
“You know perfectly what,” I hissed back at her, jabbing her with my elbow.
“Ohhhhh, you mean THAT!” she giggled, “What do you want to know?”
Kristi came up to us about that time and quickly caught on to the
conversation. I could see she was just as curious as I was as to what Tammy
and Uncle Paul had been doing.
Just then her mom walked in and told us to get going so we didn't take all
day cleaning up. That sort of ended the conversation until a while later
when we managed to sneak off to a corner again.
“So spill it kid,” Kristi said with a grin, poking her between the boobs with
her finger.
“No big deal really,” Tammy said offhandedly, “I mean he just fucked me quick
and that was about it.”
Yeah, and the Titanic was just a little bump into an iceberg. Neither Kristi
or I was buying it.
“Well, you’ve fucked him before so what’s there to say?” she said, raising
her hands like she didn't know what more to tell us.
“No we haven’t,” Kristi came back, “Sounds like you’re the first he’s done.”
Then she looked at me and caught my eyes and her he mouth hung open in
surprise. “Damn Kelly, you mean he’s fucked you and you never told me?”
I held up two fingers and she rolled her eyes saying, “Twice? Damn, when was
all this going on... and why didn't you tell me about it?”
This wasn't the time or place for this sort of conversation so I tried to
direct attention back to Tammy. Out of the dark I sprang a question on her.
“So where’s your thong?”
It was a bluff on my part and had she been ready for it I’m sure she would
have said they were on her and let it go at that. But I’d caught her off-
guard and before she could recover her expression told me everything.
“So does HE have them?” I grilled her.
Tammy just nodded, biting her lower lip a little before she grinned yet
again. She certainly seemed proud of herself, that much was for sure.
“Damn, so now I’m the only one of us he hasn’t fucked then?” Kristi whined.
As usual with her, it was all about her. The heck that her oldest uncle had
just screwed his youngest niece, all Kristi was concerned about was that he
hadn't drilled her pussy yet. She wasn't use to being the bench player and
being left out like this seemed to really gall her.
The way her eyes were narrowing and the furrows on her forehead, I could see
her little blond mind starting to work overtime and I had a bad feeling I
knew what she was plotting. It was time to nip this one in the bud before
our luck for the day wore out. It was lucky enough that Tammy and I were
able to masturbate together without raising suspicion, it was lucky that
nobody but my dad notice I smelled like pussy when I sat down at the table,
and it was REALLY lucky that my uncle Paul fucked Tammy so quickly without
getting caught. So with all this luck in one day, why push it just to
salvage Kristi’s fragile ego?
“Down girl,” I commanded, trying to smile to disarm my comments somewhat,
“Don't you dare think of doing anything more for today.”
“Why not? Who’s going to notice?” she came back.
“Didn't you see the way Aunt Sheri looked at Tammy an Uncle Paul when they
came back downstairs. I think she might be wondering if something was going
on more than they said. We need to be careful my horny cousin.”
Kristi looked ruefully at me and then glanced back at the living room where
we could hear the guys watching TV. I knew what she wanted but it wasn't
like she didn't get laid enough or anything as it was. She could wait for
another day and a better opportunity.
Truth be known, they weren’t the only ones with such thoughts. All I could
think about was how stupid I had been for leaving them alone upstairs instead
of staying with them and joining in. Even if he hadn't fucked me, seeing my
uncle fuck Tammy would be almost as hot as watching my dad fuck her –
something I hadn't witnessed in like forever it seemed.
“Watcha guys talkin’ about?” Kate said, suddenly appearing next to Tammy.
For a moment I panicked, thinking she might have overheard parts of our
conversation that have been better now heard by her. Obviously she hadn't or
I am sure she would have gone running off to their mother.
I would have loved to have said something like, “Oh, nothing much, just about
Tammy getting fucked by Uncle Paul before dinner.” Oh yeah, now THAT would
have been delicious, at least for about two minutes which is all the time it
would have taken for her to go screaming to their mom.
That pretty much ended THAT conversation. As much as I would have loved to
have had a shot at Uncle Paul myself, just for pride if nothing else, the
opportunity never arose and soon it was time for everyone to go home.
Chapter 5 - The Ride Home
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“Mom! Did you know Uncle Paul fucked Tammy right before dinner today?”
We hadn't even pulled out of the driveway before Kristi was leaning over the
front seat to blast her mother with the news. She and I were in the backseat
while her mother drove.
“Can’t say the thought hadn't crossed my mind,” she called back as she backed
into the street and put the car in drive to head home. “Seemed pretty
obvious to me that SOMETHING was going on between those two and knowing Tammy
that doesn't surprise me in the least.”
“Well... then did you know he has fucked Kelly not once but TWO times?”
Now THAT seemed to get her attention and I saw Aunt Linda’s neck crane up as
she looked in the rear view mirror at me.
“Is that true Kelly?”
“It was a while ago,” I said rather lamely. The truth be known, while I had
fantasized about fucking Uncle Paul again this afternoon, it was more the
heat of the moment than anything as since the last time he had done me I had
pretty much decided it would indeed be the LAST time. It was a rather
complicated situation, more than I cared to get into right now.
“Well, he’s your uncle so I guess it doesn't matter anyway,” Aunt Linda went
on. “So what’s this about Tammy?”
Kristi looked at me as she hadn't heard the entire story herself yet. I
shrugged and went on to explain about how we started masturbating and how
that led to meeting Uncle Paul in the hallway and how I had left them alone
to do whatever.
“Hmmmmmm, so you don't actually know for sure that he DID fuck her, do you?”
THAT made me think for a moment, like I was a witness on this stand that had
just been presented with evidence that countered my testimony. She was
right. I didn't really know for sure that anything had happened at all.
Maybe they were just both trying to make it sound like something had
happened. Then again, HE had never told me that he fucked her, it was just
her word. What if she was just trying to show off for her older cousin?
“Well... she was REALLY horny and he had that look too. I think they did
it,” I decided finally.
“So is Uncle Paula good fuck?” Kristi was already bored with the subject as
it looked like there weren’t going to be any juicy tidbits to share so she
changed the topic back to something she was interested in.
I shrugged and frowned slightly. “He’s OK I guess, nothing to write home
about.”
“So how did it happen with you two? Why didn't you tell me about it?” Kristi
asked.
I gave her a quick rundown, including how he had been fucking my mom for
years before that. Again, THAT seemed to draw my aunt’s attention yet again.
“He was fucking Mary?” my aunt asked back over her shoulder. “Are you sure
about that? I know she would have told me if she had been doing him and she
never even hinted at any sort of thing like that.”
I assured her that my mom had confirmed his story which just made my aunt
seem a little distressed. Meanwhile, Kristi was doing what Kristi did best –
play with herself for the truckers to se. Damn, she had the attention span
of one of my six grade boys! Just then a big truck honked next to us,
startling my aunt.
“Damn it Kristi, if you’re going to expose yourself to truckers you could at
least warn me so I don't run off the road when they honk!”
I wasn’t really all that interested in putting on a show for the highway
community at the moment, but I WAS still horny as hell. After all, I hadn't
gotten to cum when Tammy masturbated and then she was the one who got laid
afterwards. Talk about unrequited lust! Now seeing Kristi stripping and
exposing herself to anyone who would look, those feelings I was having
watching Tammy earlier were coming back – and in spades.
By now we were crossing the bridges and gong through the tunnel to get home
so it wouldn't be much longer before we were home. I guess I could have
waited ten more minutes but why bother?
It had been a better Easter than I had expected, that was for sure. Now if I
could just get myself off before we got home...
THE END