Subject:     Easter Uncles
Story Codes: MF incest uncle niece
Diary Date:  April 24, 2011 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Another Easter and another family day together.  We'd been gathering for as 
long as I remember, and undoubtedly long before that. Just as the traditions 
included ham for dinner and Easter baskets for everyone, so did the annual 
rite of passage for the younger cousins to tease their uncles.  I may be 
engaged but that doesn't mean I still can't flirt with the best of them!  If 
anything, nowadays it was even more fun as the flirting would go on just a 
little bit too far.

Table of Contents
   Chapter 1 – Sunday Morning Tradition
   Chapter 2 – Picking Up Steve
   Chapter 3 – Nieces and Uncles
   Chapter 4 – Uncle Jim Fixes Steve’s Truck
   Chapter 5 – Uncle Paul Gets His Turn


Chapter 1 – Sunday Morning Tradition
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What more can I say - I had a nice Easter.  No... make that a GREAT Easter!

To start the day, I stopped by my dad's place on the way to church just as I 
try to do every Sunday morning.  One of the things my parents always stressed 
to me when I was growing up was to also seek out opportunities to create 
family traditions that would bring us together more as a family.  

For example, when I was in high school one of our "traditions" was to have my 
dad stop by my room each morning on the way to work.  Usually I was still 
asleep or just waking up.  It typically only lasted for a few minutes but one 
way or another he would get to cum before he went to work.  Sometimes I would 
be extra tired and not even realize he'd stopped by, waking up to the feel of 
his cum on my face or boobs.  He even tried fucking me a few times when I was 
asleep but almost every time I would wake up just as soon as his cock started 
pressing into me... almost every time, LOL.  I will say that he never was 
able to finish before I would wake up but I have to admit there's something 
very erotic about waking up with the feel of a dick already in your pussy!

Unfortunately that tradition faded away after I went to college although we 
would still try to do it whenever I was home on breaks.  Now that I live with 
my cousin it is just one of those pleasant memories.  In its place we started 
something new - having sex just before church.  Typically I stop by his house 
and he quickly fucks me just in time for us to make it to the service.  The 
idea is to do it as close to the start of church as possible without being 
TOO late.  Sometimes we are a few minutes late but that's almost better as I 
love seeing people turn to look to see us come in, not having a clue why we 
are late or that my dad's fresh cum was threatening to leak out of me at any 
moment!  I love sitting down in church, recalling the feel of him in me mere 
minutes before, wishing I could give myself to him again right there in the 
pews.

So anyway, THAT was how my Easter morning started.  I was wearing my new 
Easter dress.  It was more traditional, nothing all that overtly sexy but I 
knew my dad would like it for two reasons - the hem was really short and it 
showed plenty of cleavage.  It didn't actually SHOW anything that would have 
been inappropriate for church, but it SUGGESTED that all I had to do was lean 
over a little bit or cross my legs just right and then it MIGHT show 
something that would cause a scandal.

I find that sometimes it's the outfits that do NOT show everything but rather 
HINT at what is underneath that draw the most looks.  In this case it was 
just a simple white dress with a yellow tie around the waist.  It had 
shoulder straps but they were so narrow that it was almost like being 
strapless.  They were needed, however, in order to keep even my modest my 
boobs from popping out over the top of the dress.  There was no way anyone 
could have worn a bra under it, even had I wanted to.  I DID wear panties 
though; plain white, as the dress tended to be a bit sheer whenever there was 
sunlight or other bright light behind it.  Also, it was right on the 
borderline of being too short NOT to wear panties, at least in public.  It’s 
one thing to make people wonder if you’re wearing them, quite another to 
confirm it.

It was just fifteen minutes before the start of church when I showed up at my 
dad's and my Aunt Linda opened the door.  She hadn't seen my new dress and I 
twirled to model it, letting the skirt fly up to show my panties, drawing a 
playful frown from her but she was just teasing.  There's a time and place 
for everything and there ARE lines not to be crossed, at least in church.

I asked where my dad was and she rolled her eyes, gesturing upstairs with a 
"What can I say?" expression, telling me without a word that he was running 
late as usual.  Just then I heard him coming down the stairs and then he was 
besides us.  

"Nice dress sweetheart," he said with his eyes fixed directly on my cleavage.  

LOL, do I know my dad or what?  

"Does it show off my breasts enough for you?" I asked teasingly, clasping my 
hands behind my back to push out my boobs even tighter against the dress 
material.  

"Hmmmmmm, you COULD just take it off and make me a happy man," he answered, 
only half teasing this time.

Another time and place maybe I would’ve done just that but we now had less 
than fifteen minutes before the service started and it was a five minute 
drive.  "Oh daddy," I said, pretending to be embarrassed by his boldness.  
Even though I was 26 now, he still loved it whenever I would act like little 
girl for him.  I also got a kick out when he would refer to me as his “little 
girl”. 

"Hey, we're running really late and the church is going to be packed," my 
aunt cut in, "Are you gonna fuck her John or what?"  

Yeah, like there was ever any doubt about THAT!  LOL  I grinned at my aunt as 
I knew she was just teasing.  Then I turned my back to my dad and pulled my 
dress up to my waist.  As my dad was undoing his pants, my aunt reached under 
my dress and pulled my panties down to my ankles, muttering something about 
what a pain they were and why was I fooling with them anyway.  She stepped 
back as my dad got in behind me and pushed on my back so I would lean over 
for him.  Grabbing the stair rail, I stepped back and leaned over so my bare 
ass lifted up and gave my dad and aunt a perfect view of my butt and pussy.

"Damn, I NEVER get tired of seeing your tight ass baby," my dad whispered 
huskily as he moved in behind me and started to press his dick against me. 

When he had it in position, he grabbed my hips with his hands and pushed 
himself into me, not stopping until he was buried all the way in me.

"Ohhhhh daddyyyyyyyy," I sighed as my pussy reacted to the intrusion, making 
me shiver from head to toe as his dick filled me. 

"Oh Kelly, I love you so much," he groaned as he started to stroke himself in 
and out of me.

It was a good thing I had a grip on the rail with both hands as he was 
pounding me pretty hard and fast.  I understood as we didn't have much time 
so he needed to get off as quickly as possible.  Mmmmmmm, I loved the way he 
gripped me with his powerful hands as he fucked me from behind.  God, I 
wished we could do this right in front of the entire church!  Then everyone 
could see how much my dad loved me and what a beautiful thing we shared.  I 
hate it when people write me and say how my dad is just taking advantage of 
me when we have sex.  If only they could see us now!  This wasn't just some 
horny older man fucking a girl twenty years younger than him.  

Well, there WAS a little of that but you know what I mean.  Most fathers 
would never take their daughter like this, never give her something that only 
he can give her - her father's lust and desire.  I knew he loved fucking me 
and there was nothing I wanted more right then but to please my dad in any 
way I could.  "Oh baby... I'm cumming!" he gasped as if I couldn't tell for 
myself from the way he was suddenly burying himself to the hilt in me, 
pulling me into his crotch as tightly as he could.

I felt him convulse behind me and then there was that faint warm feeling deep 
inside of me as his incestuous sperm flooded my pussy.  Oh yeah, my father 
was mating me yet again!  I closed my eyes and focused everything on my pussy 
and the feel of my father's dick as it pumped load after load into me.  How 
many times had he cum in me since that first time over ten years ago?  How 
much sperm had he left in me?  It had to be in the gallons by now!

"Of fuck, that felt so damn good," he panted after he'd had finished, pulling 
himself out of me.  

As I felt his still fat dick slip out of me it left my pussy with that odd 
empty feeling I get whenever a guy takes his dick out of me after cumming 
inside of me.  It was like when he was in me I was complete, my empty pussy 
finally filled with the thing it wanted most.  Then suddenly it’s gone, like 
something has been taken from me, leaving me incomplete once again.  

"Let's go people!" my aunt urged us, a smile on her face that disarmed 
anything about her comment that implied she might actually be in a hurry.

I pulled up my panties, tugging on the sides to pull it up tight against my 
crotch.  I knew I should have gone to the bathroom and cleaned myself off but 
nobody would be seeing the inevitable wetness that would be soon seeping into 
it.  My dad was tucking his rapidly dwindling dick into his underwear, 
zipping his pants and buckling his belt once again.

When we were done I turned to him and he pulled me into his arms and kissed 
me, his hand reaching down, pulling up my dress and then grabbing my ass over 
my panties as he did.  Our tongues touched and I wiggled my butt naughtily 
against his hands as he squeezed me.  Mmmmmmm, I love to have my butt played 
with like that.

"OK you two, you'd better quit or we may as well not go and it IS Easter you 
know," my aunt interrupted, more serious this time.

Well, she was right about THAT and so reluctantly we split apart and headed 
for church.  I drove separately as I was going to Steve's house right after 
church to pick him up and bring him with me to our Easter family gathering.  
I would’ve preferred him to attend church with me but after working the night 
shift I figured it better he get some sleep and miss church rather than fall 
asleep at my aunt and uncle's house.  NOT the way to make a good first 
impression!  

Being it was Easter the church parking lot was packed so I had to find a 
place to park on my own and then meet my dad and aunt at the door to the 
church.  My pussy was itching so bad - not from anything bad but I because 
was SO horny.  I could feel a wetness between my legs as my dad's cum soaked 
my panties and I had to make a conscious effort not to reach between my 
thighs and rub myself.  For a moment I grinned as I recalled how when I was 
little and just learning to masturbate.  Sometime I would start to touch 
myself in public without really thinking about it, not thinking about 
anything but that crazy itch between my legs.  

My grin widened as I remembered how my mom would freak out and then we when 
we got home we would have yet another "talk" about how to behave in public.  

"So what's so funny?" my dad asked as I approached them.  

"Oh nothing...," I replied, my eyes flashing so he knew it WAS about 
something to do with sex but he just wasn't sure what it was.  

The pews were packed tight with the Easter crowd so I squeezed in next to my 
dad on his right while my aunt took her place on his left.  Next to me was a 
woman I hadn't seen before but with a crowd this size, I didn't recognize 
half the people there anyway.  Between her and her husband were their two 
kids, two boys that looked to be maybe twelve and sixteen or something like 
that.  I gave her a friendly hello and sat down, crossing my legs which 
caused my skirt to ride up high on my thighs, but not so high that it 
revealed anything TOO much.  I saw her eyes drift to my legs and then she 
looked away quickly, her eyes widening just a bit.

It was all I could do not to laugh as I wondered what she would have said had 
I whispered in her ear that my dad had just fucked me less than ten minutes 
before.  Hmmmmmm, maybe she would have needed to leave the service for a 
little bit with one of her loving sons in tow - or both!  Of course the odds 
were highly against it but a girl can dream, cant she? 

I have to admit my mind wasn't on the service.  I couldn't wait get to 
Steve's house where I knew he would never resist fucking me before we left 
for my relatives.  I'd like to say that like the church crowd, most of my 
relatives would never suspect that I was walking in with Steve's cum fresh in 
me, just as my dad's was when I walked into church.  But then, there were a 
few guys there that would know better - from personal experience, not to 
mention a few women who would undoubtedly strongly suspect that was the case.  
Oh well, why disappoint them?  

With all these thoughts running in my head, could anyone have blamed me if I 
had started masturbating right there in the middle of the service?  Believe 
me, I actually thought about it for a quick moment, even if it was just 
rubbing my legs together but it was so packed and tight that somebody would 
have noticed - most likely the mom next to me.  That's one way we girls have 
the advantage over you guys - we can be as horny as we want and nobody knows 
but guys have that wonderful thing between their legs that betrays them every 
time.

So anyway, after the service I said goodbye to my dad, although we knew we 
would be seeing each other again an hour or so later.  I drove off to Steve's 
with one difference - my panties were on the seat next to me and my hand was 
between my legs as I drove.  OMG, I was so damn horny after thinking all 
service about nothing but my fiancé’s hard dick in me... and now I was just 
minutes away from finally having it.


Chapter 2 - Picking Up Steve
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It took about a half hour to negotiate the traffic and roads and get to 
Steve’s place.  Actually this was one thing we hadn’t worked out yet - where 
we would live after we got married.  For the time being I was still living 
with my cousin while Steve was staying with his mother.  There were couple of 
reasons why we didn’t live together yet.  First, neither of us was making 
much money so it helped not having to pay rent for the time being.  More 
importantly, it would have meant a nasty drive for one of us as he worked on 
the north side of the city while I worked on the south side.  In between were 
a maze of tunnels and bridges that confounded traffic every day.  Somehow or 
another we would have to work something out but for the time being we just 
dealt with it as it was.

Eventually I made it, working my way up the narrow street to where the small 
house his mother rented was situated.  Why she had chosen such a small home 
in a rather poor neighborhood I never understood.  It wasn’t like she didn't 
make good money and if anything, her Lexus sort of stood out on the street.  
Not only that, but the house was so small it was more like my old apartment.  

Fortunately there was a space behind her car so I parked and looked back at 
the seat next to me where my panties remained.  Oh well, not like I was going 
to need them while I was here!  If anything, I wouldn’t forget them and leave 
them behind and have to worry later when I was with my relatives about them.

Stepping out of the car, a gust of wind suddenly blew.  My dress flew up but 
fortunately my jacket kept it from doing a Marilyn Monroe impersonation.  
Still, the jacket only came down to my hips so if anyone had been watching 
they would have seen just about all of my legs and who knows what else for 
just a brief moment.  Looking around, I didn't see anyone but I can’t say for 
just a moment I wasn't tempted to stand there and wait for another gust, just 
in case someone WAS watching me.

Oh well, I was due for dinner in less than an hour and it was likely going to 
be another thirty minutes from here with the holiday traffic so if I was 
looking to get laid again before dinner I had better get moving.  

“Hey Kelly, Happy Easter,” Marlene greeted me at the door.

Steve’s mom and I had grown a lot closer since he had proposed to me.  With 
my mother now loving so far away after the divorce, it felt good to have 
someone like her to confide in and just spend time with.  Granted, she wasn't 
my mother but as a future mother-in-law I couldn't have asked for a better 
one.  There were some things about me that I hadn’t told her, and maybe never 
would.  As open as she was about sex and as crazy intimate as she got 
sometimes with her son, incest was not something I was so sure about her 
understanding.  Twelve years ago when Steve and I were dating she had 
“caught” us having sex and one thing led to another but since then nothing 
like that has ever happened between them again.  One time does not make 
something “normal” and these days she didn't even like to discuss what had 
happened.

Even though Steve and his mother didn't have the sort of relationship that I 
had with my parents, they were still a lot chummier than most sons his age 
were with their mothers.  I suppose her being divorced now for almost 
thirteen years after her husband dumped her for some babe at work had left 
her questioning her desirability so having a son dote over her most likely 
helped.  Since moving back to Pittsburgh I wasn't aware of her dating much or 
even socializing except for work functions so it was like Steve was all she 
had, at least until he met me.

It took me a while before I figured the two of them out though as it was a 
rather complex and not exactly typical relationship between them.  One of the 
first things I learned was that she loved watching her son fuck me.  It 
wasn't like when my dad use to peek through a crack in the door to watch me 
having sex with boys in my bedroom.  Masturbating and then wanting me after 
they had left.  She just watched us and never once did I ever see her so much 
as touch her breasts, let alone masturbate like my mom did sometimes when she 
would watch my dad fuck me.  It was a little odd at first to say the least 
but then I love being watched when I have sex and once I understood that she 
wasn't at all interested in joining in with us I learned just to ignore her 
and enjoy my boyfriend.

As we all got more comfortable with each other, Steve and his mom started to 
feel more comfortable expressing their affection for one another as well.  It 
was strictly platonic - nothing sexual.  Still, he would sometimes fondle her 
boobs or rub her crotch but always over her clothes.  They liked to kiss and 
he would kiss her much the same way he did me, only his hands weren’t groping 
under her clothes like they usually did when he would kiss me.  As for her, 
she would sometimes rest her hand on his crotch, maybe even press down a 
little but never did I once see her grab it or even attempt to reach inside 
his pants or boxers.

When I first suggested to Steve that maybe they were doing more when I wasn't 
around he actually seemed shocked that I would even think anything like that 
went on between them.  Indeed, seeing how Steve felt about incest made me 
hesitate for a long time to reveal to him my true relationship with my own 
father.  Fortunately he understood my obligations to my father and it didn't 
hurt when he understood that it meant he also was allowed to have sex with my 
aunt and cousins once he got married.  Still, when it came to me and my dad 
he was strictly “don’t ask - don’t tell” when it came to my dad fucking me.  
He watched me once - the day I told him about me and my dad and that was from 
a closet where he thought my dad didn't know he was watching.  Since then he 
has never seen my having any sort of sex with my dad, not even a blowjob.

So seeing Marlene wearing nothing but a pair of panties and an open shirt 
that looked like one that Steve use to wear didn’t even cause me to bat an 
eye.  Actually, I was surprised she wore anything at all but then again with 
Steve home she usually was dressed in something or another.  It was only when 
I was there alone with her that she would feel comfortable to strip down.  
She tried to get me to do the same but soon learned that nudity just wasn't 
my thing and I appreciated that she didn't bug me about it the way my aunt 
always seemed to do.  It’s annoying when someone thinks that just because 
they enjoy doing something that everyone else should as well.  If someone 
wants to run around their house naked then that’s fine with me - just don’t 
try to make me feel guilty for not doing the same.

“Steve should be ready any minute,” she continued as I stepped inside, “It’s 
nice that your family gets together like this and I know he appreciates being 
welcomed.”

For a moment I felt a slight pang of guilt.  Last Thanksgiving I had brought 
Steve with me to our traditional family gathering and I also invited his 
mother with as well since she didn’t have any family nearby to be with.  I 
hadn’t thought about inviting her to join us for Easter until now and for a 
quick moment I debated if I should.  Then again, I was already going to be 
late as it was and she wasn't anywhere ready to go out.  Sure she looked 
pretty good for being at home but her makeup wasn’t on and her hair was 
pulled back, not to mention she wasn’t even dressed.  Then too, Easter wasn't 
quite the same as Thanksgiving where most families gather for large meals and 
such.  Yes, my family had an Waster meal but for the most part other people I 
knew might go out for brunch or something but it wasn’t any large social 
affair.  

“That’s a cute dress Kelly,” she offered, smiling a bit as she looked me 
over.  “Steve’s going to love it.”

I grinned and twirled around to let it float up a bit.

“Yeah, it DOES seem to lift pretty easy,” she chuckled, “That was quite a 
display you put on for my neighbors.”

I looked at her with a questioning glance and she just laughed softly, “You 
know if you’re going to wear a dress like that out on the street you really 
should wear panties or people are going to think my son’s marrying a slut.”

Well apparently I HAD shown off a bit more than I’d realized.  I wondered if 
anyone but her had noticed but then what did it matter?  

I just grinned back at her and replied, “Your point being?”

We both laughed at that one.  Steve WAS marrying a slut, and I was proud to 
say so.  So far as I was concerned, when people call me a slut that just 
tells me they recognize my sexuality and exhibitionism, not that I am a whore 
or such.  Frankly it’s a compliment, even when it’s not intended to be one.  
“I assume you DO have a pair for later?” she asked, resuming her “mom” role.  
I assured her that I did indeed but they were out in the car.

Marlene playfully lifted up the back of my skirt and pretended to be shocked 
at which she found - or didn’t.  We both were laughing when Steve came in to 
the kitchen.  My heart fluttered as it always did whenever I first saw him - 
my wonderful fiance, soon to be my husband!  He looked so handsome and I 
somehow managed to resist the all but overwhelming urge to just push him down 
to the floor on his back and take him in me before he could say another word.

“So what’s so funny?” he asked, straightening out his shirt and belt buckle.

“Ohhhhh, nothing much... just your slutty fiance was out there flashing the 
neighbors,” his mother teased.

“Better be careful, there’s an old perv across the street that might have a 
heart attack,” Steve said, pretending to be concerned.

“Yeah, somehow he always seems to need to check his mail whenever I go out to 
the car,” Marlene giggled like a young girl.

Steve rolled his eyes and added, “And it’s funny how you always seem to have 
on something tight and showy whenever he is out there.”

“Hey, if you got it... flaunt it,” his mother came back rather defensively, 
“No different than Kelly here in that dress.”

I pretended to pout but Steve came up to me and hugged me and kissed me.  
Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to be in his arms and feel him against me.  As we 
kissed his hands drifted down to my bottom and then he lifted up my skirt and 
put one hand on each of my bare buttocks and gave them a good squeeze.

“Hey you two, get a room,” his mother teased as his hands roamed over my 
butt.  

“Sounds like a good idea,” I whispered to him as he pulled me tightly in to 
him, pressing my boobs against his chest, “We need to get going though, I’m 
suppose to be there soon to help with dinner.”

Steve looked over at his mom who just shrugged and then smiled at me.  “I can 
get all I can eat right here.”

Though I didn’t say it, the same thought had crossed my mind.  Granted, there 
weren't a lot of calories in the meal I had in mind but I loved eating it!

“Well, quit yakking and start fucking,” Marlene huffed with a hint of 
exasperation, “For goodness sakes since when do you two debate this for so 
long?”

“Well Steve, since she insists...,” I said to Steve as if it was something I 
had to be talked into doing.

Steve spanked my butt playfully and let my dress fall down.  I blew his 
mother a kiss and we were off to his bedroom.  As soon as we entered I 
immediately took off my dress and dropped the heels.  It make look sexy in 
porn movies when a girl keeps her heels on but it’s not exactly the most 
comfortable way to have sex!  Without any bra or panties on, it left me nude 
in just a few seconds whereas Steve took a little longer to get everything 
off but he quickly was lying next to me with that hunk of a nude body 
pressing up against me as once again he took me in those strong arms.

“God I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” I sighed as his hands roamed 
over my bare flesh.  

I loved I when her just run them up and down me, groping me and fondling me 
like some high school boy in the a back seat of his parents’ car.

OK, so maybe I hadn’t been thinking of him when my dad was fucking me but I 
wasn't about to say that while his mother was watching.  She had silently 
followed us in and took up her usual spot on the chair across from the bed by 
the desk in his room.  She crossed her legs and sat back with her arms folded 
loosely, watching us with a slight smile on her face.  Steve’s hand reached 
between my legs and any thoughts about his mother quickly disappeared as he 
began to toy with my wet anxious pussy.

“Just fuck me Steve,” I begged him, “I just want you to fuck me... NOW.”

Usually I love foreplay, especially with Steve.  Laying with him, feeling his 
hands all over me, stroking my hair, teasing my boobs, kissing my neck, 
pressing his leg into my crotch... it all felt so intimate and erotic but 
there’s a time and place for everything.  I was so crazy horny that any 
foreplay now was like torture as all I could think about was feeling him 
entering me.  His finger in me felt good but all it did was remind me of how 
much better his dick would feel.

Steve must have been horny himself as he was already fully erect, his dick 
pressing into my stomach as he unconsciously humped me, making these little 
thrusts into me that pressed him into my belly like I was being poked by a 
persistent child.  He didn’t complain when I begged him over and over to fuck 
me!  Pushing me over on my back, I spread my legs and he rolled over on top 
of me, using his elbows to barely keep his full weight from crushing me but 
enough that I could feel his chest against my boobs.

“I love you so much,” he whispered in my ear as he reached down to position 
his dick.

My legs reached up and around him, trying to pull him into me but he was too 
strong for me.  My arms were around his neck as we kissed while he let the 
tip of his dick tease my pussy, pressing in just enough for me to feel him 
but not quite getting fully inside of me.  I could feel his hips rotating as 
he rubbed his erection up against me, somehow resisting the urge to plunge it 
deep inside of me.

His mother was watching us intently now and I wished she would just tell her 
son to stick his dick in me and get it over with.  Of course that would never 
happen as she NEVER said a word while we were having sex.  She liked to watch 
but she never participated in any way, not even to talk to us.

FINALLY I moaned loudly as I felt his butt clench as he pushed himself into 
me, letting just the head of his dick penetrate me as it forced my pussy open 
until it surrounded the head of his dick.  It was enough to stimulate the 
horde of nerve endings there and I closed my eyes and pulled my head back as 
I pushed my hips up to him to welcome him in.  It was wonderful but I wanted 
it all... I wanted him in me all the way!

“Give it to me Steve... give it all to me,” I somehow managed to say in a 
hoarse voice, “God I love you in me.”

With that I felt the pressure of his shaft as it worked its way into me, 
filling me with his manhood as inch by inch Steve relentlessly pressed it 
deeper inside of me until he bottomed out against me.  I could feel the thick 
pubic hair of his crotch pressing tightly into me as he ground the base of 
his dick against my shaved pussy.  Talk about being in heaven!

“Fuck I love feeling your pussy around me baby,” he groaned as his back 
arched and he pressed himself tightly against me, driving as much of him into 
me as could.

I loved the feeling of him inside of me, the sense of fullness, the pure 
satisfaction of being mated by the man I loved.  If only I could stay this 
way forever, pinned beneath him, coupled together like this, feeling his lust 
within me as hr began to thrust his stiff cock in and out of me slowly.

“That’s it Steve... fuck me... God I love you to fuck me like this.”

His stroked were slow and deliberate.  First he would thrust it into me like 
he was trying to push it right out the back of me and then he would slowly... 
ever so slowly withdraw from me until just the tip of his dick remained in 
aide of me, only to thrust himself back in again with one hard shove.  A few 
times he miscalculated and his dick popped out and I would mew to show him my 
desire for him to return home again.  He would quickly reinsert himself and 
start the process all over again.

Steve lifted my left leg upwards while pushing down on my right.  He rolled 
to his side, slipping I behind me while maintaining his dick inside of me.  
One arm went under my neck where he then reached around and grasped my breast 
while the other drape over me and began to toy with my clit.  I could feel 
him pressing against my ass as he resumed his stroked inside my pussy.  

Whether it was my accident or deliberate act, we were facing his mother now 
and she had a ringside view of her sons cock as it appeared and then 
disappeared into his fiancé’s pussy.  I really didn't care as his mother was 
the last thing on my mind at the moment as he fucked and groped me, all the 
while kissing the side and back of my neck.  His tongue reached out and 
licked my neck, going up to my ear and running around the ear lobe.

I felt so loved and so incredibly sexy at that moment.  Steve was treating me 
like a princess, giving me exactly what I wanted.  By now he pretty much know 
how to turn me on when we fucked.  Of course I loved having his dick in me as 
much as possible, but it was the little things that made it more than just 
being fucked.  The touch of his tongue against my ear, the feel of his warm 
breath on the back of my neck, the caress of his hand against my breast... it 
all was exactly the way I liked it and I loved him for every second of it.

“Oh god!” I sighed as my orgasm rose within me.

It was like suddenly my body temperature rose ten degrees as it felt like I 
was burning up yet at the same time I was feeling goose pimples rise as if I 
was freezing to death.  Form my toes to my hair I felt a tingling sensation 
as my legs stiffened out straight and then tucked back under me, unable to 
remain still as my pussy gripped his firm dick like it never wanted to let it 
go.  I held my eyes tightly closed, focusing my every thought on his dick 
inside of me, feeling my pussy swelling to grip it tightly, my cum pouring 
out as my orgasm held me its own grip.

Just as I started to relax Steve grunted and I felt him push hard into my ass 
as he thrust himself deep inside of me.  Then he started to cum and my orgasm 
started yet again as that faint hint of heat inside of me signaled his the 
arrival of his sperm within me.  I tried to imagine how it must look from 
inside of me, the cum spewing from the tip of his dick into my welcoming 
pussy.  Though it was doomed for failure in terms of its natural mission, 
having him cum in me felt so perfect at this moment.  It was like we were 
suppose to be this way forever.

For a few minutes we just laid there, him pushed up against me from behind 
with his dick still in but motionless.  Well, almost motionless.  It was like 
at times it had a mind of its own and I felt him jerk just a little behind me 
as his dick twitched inside of me, then going still again until it was 
followed by another.  Slowly it dwindled in me until l finally he twitched a 
little too hard and it fell out of me.  Instinctively I sighed as I suddenly 
felt so empty, so alone.  It was like a piece of me was now missing.  I guess 
in way it was.

Opening my eyes finally, I saw his mother had silently slipped away.  That 
was her usual reaction to when her son had finished.  It was like once he was 
satisfied she was as well.  I sometimes wondered if she went back to her room 
and masturbated about what she’d just witnessed but the few times I’d gotten 
out of bed to quickly use the bathroom I peeked in her bedroom and she would 
just be reading or doing something else but never masturbating.  It was like 
she wasn't getting off from it sexually but rather just seem pleased to see 
her son being happy.  OK, a little weird but after I’d seen it enough times 
I’d learned to accept it.

My eyes glanced up at the clock next to his bed and I sucked in a breath.

“Shit, we have to get going!” uttering one of my few swear words at Steve as 
I jumped out of bed.  Hey, I’m not perfect and while I try not to curse it 
happens.  As I heard a comedian once say, “shoot is shit spelled with two 
o’s”.

Steve rolled over on his back, his dick glistening with a mixture of our cum.  
I saw it laying over on its side against that luscious bed of thick pubic 
hair I loved so much and for moment thought about how good it would taste 
about now.  I ALMOST gave in but then common sense took over.  People were 
expecting us and we needed to not be TOO late.

“C’mon lover boy,” I encouraged him, reaching over and tugging playfully on 
his dick like a leash, “Let’s go.

Steve rolled over on his side and lifted himself up on his elbow.  “Do that 
again and maybe add your mouth and I’ll be ready for round two in no time,” 
he taunted me.

I just huffed and rolled my eyes to the ceiling, pretending to be exasperated 
with him and actually I was a bit.  He knew this was important to me yet here 
he was, trying to get me to suck him hard again.

“Tell you what... I’ll suck it on the way over, OK?” I offered as a 
compromise as well as some incentive for him to get his butt in gear.

THAT worked and I had to grin despite myself at how easy men could be 
sometimes.  Offer a guy a BJ and he would do anything.

I quickly slipped my dress over my head and straightened it as I slipped my 
heels on and then sat on the edge of the bed so I could fasten the straps 
around my ankles.  Looking in the mirror, my aroused nipples were poking 
through the fabric like headlights but by the time we got to my uncle’s house 
they should have gone down a lot.  I was distinctly aware of my cum-filled 
pussy when I stood up again and felt it start to drain so I hurried to the 
restroom and used some Kleenex to wipe myself clean.  I even fingers myself a 
little to try and get as much as I could out of me so it wouldn't stain my 
panties later.  In doing so my hand touched my swollen clit and I felt like 
I’d been shocked by a Taser.  Damn, I was STILL horny as heck!

I used a wash cloth to wipe off my pussy and sprayed somebody spray his 
mother had kept in there against my crotch to try and hide the distinct odor 
of sex that I knew must have been potent.  A shower would have been a good 
idea at the moment but there just wasn't time.  My makeup wasn’t too bad 
taking into consideration my activities of the past half hour or so but my 
purse was out in the car still so I would just have to touch up before we got 
to the party.

Back in the bedroom, Steve was buttoning his shirt and then he slipped his 
shoes on and tied them.  He combed his hair - it was really a sorry mess, and 
then turned to kiss me again.

“Did I ever say I loved you?” he teased me.

I flashed my engagement ring at him and replied, “Not enough times.”

“Well I love you Kelly,” he said in a firm low voice and then we kissed 
again, longer and harder this time. 

I could have sworn I felt a storing in his crotch and I knew we had better 
get going before something got out of control.

“Bye mom!” Steve called out down the hall as we left. 

I heard her say something faintly in return but we were already in the 
kitchen and then out the door so I couldn't really hear what she had said.

This time I managed to get to my car without the wind blowing my skirt up.  I 
grabbed my purse and panties and then got in Steve’s truck and scooted over 
to be next to him.  I was never a big fan of trucks but bench seats bet the 
daylights out of bucket seats!

Steve pulled out and I started to reach for my makeup but he put his hand on 
my purse, preventing me from opening it.

“I believe you owe me something first,” he reminded me.

Oh yeah... I HAD promised him something, hadn’t I?

“What, did you think I would forget?” he teased him, patting me on the leg 
and then reaching up under my skirt to rub the inside of my thigh.

With the traffic it was about a twenty minute drive to my Uncle Paul’s house 
and as horny as Steve still was it only took half that time to get him off 
again.  I made sure to keep his dick in my mouth with my lips sealed around 
his shaft when he came so none of it would get on me or my dress.  That left 
me plenty of time to get my panties back on (something that drew a sigh of 
disapproval from him) and adjust my hair and makeup.  Looking in the rear-
view mirror I could see that I was still a bit flushed from my recent orgasm 
but there was nothing I could do about that but let it fade away on its own.

While I was fixing myself up, Steve started asking me some questions about my 
uncles and cousins.

“So let me get the scorecard straight... BOTH of your uncles have fucked 
you?”

I nodded so he continued, “But it’s your Uncle Paul that has done you the 
most, right?”

I sighed.  Men!  How many times had I told him about my family history and he 
still screwed it up.  With a hint of impatience I explained that my Uncle 
Paul was my oldest uncle and I’d only done him a couple of times.  It was my 
dad’s younger brother, my Uncle Jim, that had done me the most but even he 
hadn’t done me in quite a while now.  Uncle Jim was an asshole and that’s the 
kindest way I can put it.  He drinks too much and thinks women are all put on 
earth for his personal amusement.  The last couple of times I’d let him fuck 
me was only so my dad could fuck my Cousin Tammy.  Since he hadn’t done her 
in years now that she was older and had a serious boyfriend, I saw no reason 
to let my perverted uncle have any part of me.

“Then Tammy is the one who fucks her brother and dad but Kate is the prude?”

I nodded again and he grinned, “You know, Tammy is hot but I have to tell 
you, seeing Kate at Thanksgiving was quite a sight.  I think I’d rather fuck 
her actually more than Tammy.”

I smacked him on the shoulder with my fist.  He knew better than to even joke 
about doing anything with the older sister Kate.  She somehow managed to be 
more shrewish and prude than even her own mother.  She was twenty now and it 
wouldn't surprise me if she was still a virgin.  In fact I would have been 
shocked had she not been.  She reminded me of one of my college roommates 
that was saving herself for marriage.  I wouldn’t have cared but just like 
nudist who think everyone else should be one, she was one of those older 
virgins who looked down at anyone who was unmarried and not a virgin - like 
me.

“So what’s the deal with your Uncle Paul then?” Steve queried me, “I mean, 
how does both of his brothers end up fucking their daughters, at least one of 
them, but he never touched either of his?”

I reminded Steve that my Uncle Paul was eight years older than my dad, ten 
years older than my Uncle Jim so he had never been as close with them as my 
dad was with his younger brother.  In high school they use to double date and 
indeed, both of them would fuck the sisters who eventually became my mother 
and aunt.  When my dad married into an incestual family and my uncle got his 
first taste of incestual sex, it wasn't all that hard to get him to fuck his 
daughter once she was taken by my dad. 

On the other hand, My two cousins under my Uncle Paul were significantly 
older.  Ginny was thirty and Laura was 28.  Actually I wasn't even aware that 
he knew anything about the incest his brothers were engaged with until my 
Uncle Paul let me in on one of my mother’s biggest secrets - that they had 
been fucking for years without anyone know, not even my dad.  

“So when was the last time your relatives have fucked you?”

Wow, I had to think about that one for a moment.  In a way it raised in 
interesting point.  While there had been a period back in high school when I 
had a lot of sex with others in my family, once I went away to college and 
then especially since having graduated the amount of sex I had with my 
relatives had faded to almost nothing.  It wasn’t because I felt it was wrong 
but more that either it just wasn't something available or, as it was with 
uncle Jim and his son, they just turned into such assholes that I wanted 
nothing to do with them.  

“So who are you going to let fuck you today?”

I laughed at my horny fiance.  Like with a houseful of people how was THAT 
going to happen?

“What’s the matter, getting conservative in your old age?  Maybe a little 
chicken now that you're about to take the plunge?” he taunted me.

I punched him again.  Heck, after some of the things we’d done recently the 
last thing I deserved to be called was conservative!  As for being chicken, 
that was just plain insulting.

“I bet you can’t get them to do you today,” he challenged me.

“And what do I get if I do?” I offered back, my eyes sparkling.  

“Well, you get two guys fucking you to start,” he laughed at me.

“That’s not what I meant,” I came back.  Steve’s brow wrinkled as he 
concentrated while trying to keep his attention on the road.  

“I’ll fuck you after the party.”

I laughed again at that one.  “You were going to fuck me anyway and you know 
it.”

Steve pretended to be shocked but then he grinned and turned to me briefly to 
smile.  “Well, I MAY have been thinking about that.”

I waited, not saying another word, leaving up to him to respond.

“OK, how’s this... I promise to go to church with you the next two weeks.”

Now that might not sound like much but then you have to understand how I feel 
about God and church.  With Steve’s work schedule going to work was quite a 
problem so I never pestered him about it but I really did wish he would go 
more often.  Heck, today was Easter and he still hadn't made it.  

“You’re on!” I exclaimed, meeting his challenge.

“Just one thing,” he said, holding up a finger, “I get to inspect to be sure 
they cum in you.”

“God you can be such a perv sometimes,” I teased him but I agreed and so it 
was on.

We were almost to their house anyway so I checked my makeup one last time.  
Looking in the mirror I saw my reflection and wondered if my two uncle would 
be getting this close and personal before the afternoon was over.  They would 
if I had anything to say about it and now I had the perfect incentive.


Chapter 3 – Nieces and Uncles
=============================

My dad’s side of the family is pretty much on the conservative side overall.  
The only reason my father is any different from his brothers was because he 
married my mother.  You don’t marry a woman who fucks her father and not 
change your thoughts and opinions about family sex rather substantially.  My 
Uncle Rick was just a jerk so while he may have jerked off dreaming about his 
daughters, I seriously doubt he ever would have fucked his youngest daughter 
without the help of my parents first.  As for Uncle Paul, it was my mother 
that “converted” him and even then it was just sex with his sister-in-law, 
nothing to do with anyone in his own family.

As a result, I grew up in a much different environment than any of my 
cousins.  Ginny and Laura were pretty much your typical soccer moms now.  
Except for a rather colorful bachelorette party many years before, I’d never 
seen either of them do much of anything sexual or even risqué.  As for Kate 
and Tammy, Kate had grown up a virtual clone of her mother.  The only reason 
Tammy was as she was had more to do with being the little sister trying to 
out-do her older sister and rebel against her mother than anything to with 
incest.  If it hadn’t been for my influence no doubt she would have never 
started having sex with her father and brother.

Then there was me.  I was always like the black sheep of my generation, at 
least in the eyes of my aunts and older cousins.  While we were always 
careful that nothing that had anything to do with incest was ever brought up 
when they were around, I WAS a lot more sexually involved in my social life 
than was the norm in my dad’s family.  My mom allowed me to wear outfits that 
both my aunts, especially my Aunt Sheri, thought were positively disgraceful.  
What they didn't seem to realize was that by carping on my mother all the 
time about it all it did was make her mad and encourage me to be all the 
sluttier around them.  

Of course I doing so I also grabbed the attention of my uncles.  Remember, I 
didn't even start fucking my dad until I was sixteen and I didn’t do my Uncle 
Jim until I was 19 and my Uncle Paul at 23.  Thus for most of my teen years I 
had no sex with anyone beside my dad so far as our family goes.  That doesn’t 
men I didn't tease my uncles, to say the least.  Kristi was very similar to 
me and my Aunt Linda got her fair share of abuse from my other aunt’s as 
well.  She tended to react the same as my mom, dressing Kristi in scandalous 
outfits and bikinis just to push my other aunts’ buttons.

The two of us loved to tease our uncles.  If there is one thing a girl learns 
at an early age, it’s when a man looks at her “that way”.  I mean in a way 
you KNOW what he wants - to fuck you.  It’s in the DNA and men can’t help 
themselves so I don’t understand why women get upset when their man looks at 
other women that way.  Like, what’s the harm in LOOKING?  It’s not until they 
start touching that any concern should be raised.

As Tammy got older, much to the horror of her mother and to the delight of 
her two uncles, she started to join in with me and Kristi when it came time 
to sit on our uncle’s laps and grind in a little.  I loved the feel of them 
under me and the embarrassment on their faces when I felt them reacting 
uncontrollably.  It was funny but when my aunts would come in and demand that 
we get off their laps the people who protested most was my uncles.  I think 
they figured it was bad enough that we were on their laps while in our mid-
teens but it could only get worse if we got off and exposed what was hiding 
under us.

Until I was sixteen I use to tease my dad in the same way.  Of course while 
everyone was there I wasn't as blatant as I was at home but I knew he still 
got a kick out of me flirting with him.  Only thing is while I was thinking 
it was just innocent flirting, I had no idea that in his mind all he could 
think about was how badly he wanted to have sex with me.

After I started having sex with my dad, I became a little more daring with my 
uncles as well knowing that my dad got a kick out of it.  Now as a sixteen or 
seventeen year-old it was more difficult to rationalize sitting on their laps 
but if there was a game on TV or something else more distracting then I 
always tried to sneak some quality time on top of them.  It wasn't like they 
didn't know that I knew what was happening under me but we all sort of 
ignored it and nobody mentioned it directly.

If there was one person my dad LOVED on his lap (well, next to me) it had to 
be my youngest cousin Tammy.  After taking her virginity when she was 
fourteen, he couldn't get enough of her and at times I could have sworn her 
mother suspected something.  Since she never said a word I knew she didn’t 
yet that apprehension was always there.  Heck, if she HAD known then I’m sure 
the shotgun or whatever would have been unleashed!

Looking back at our antics, it’s one reason I caution men who contact me 
about their daughters and nieces.  So many of them have told me how they 
enjoy flirting and sitting on their laps and such.  In most cases they are 
asking me if that means their daughter or niece is trying to hint that they 
would like to have some sort of sex with them.  My answer is always the 
same... NO.  If anything, quite the opposite.  A daughter trusts her father, 
a niece trusts her uncle.  By trust I mean faith that they can do about 
anything with their dad and uncle and NOT have to worry about anything that 
might happen should they do the same thing with their boyfriend or his 
father.  

Granted, when it came to my family it eventually DID lead to sex between us 
but that only started after years of such flirting and such and was a result 
of actions and opportunities that occurred away from the family get-
togethers, not at them.  

Now at 26, and especially being engaged, it was rather difficult to 
rationalize sitting on my uncle’s laps any more other than a quick hug or 
such.  Not that I think THEY would have complained mind you!  Still, I knew I 
could easily “convince” my uncles to help me out meeting Steve’s challenge 
without having to resort to any stunts.  The key was going to be figuring out 
the logistic more than anything else.  Having sex would be fun but getting 
caught would have serious ramifications.

Was it all worth the risk?  Well, if it wasn’t risky it wouldn’t be as much 
fun!


Chapter 4 – Uncle Jim Fixes Steve’s Truck
=========================================

We finally arrived and I saw the street was lined with cars so I knew we had 
to be the last to arrive.  Oh well, it’s not like I was the awesome cook that 
had to be there or dinner wouldn’t get served.  If anything they were 
probably better off NOT having me anywhere near the kitchen!  If it didn’t 
heat up in the microwave I was in trouble.

Walking in, almost nobody noticed us at first as the place was a madhouse.  
Laura and Ginny each had two kids and it seemed like there were twenty of 
them instead of just four.  Everyone was talking and milling about, the men 
trying to sneak in the kitchen to “test” the food while the women would shoo 
them away.  My Aunt Julie (Paul’s wife) was the first to notice us and she 
welcomed us to her house, even giving Steve a hug.  Next was my Aunt Linda 
and I noticed when SHE gave Steve a hug it lasted just a little bit longer.  
Not so much as to draw attention but I knew what must have been going on 
between them in their minds at least.  My mom’s sister was definitely my 
fiancé’s favorite aunt!  Of course it didn't hurt she was the only one he was 
having sex with but I could tell from the way he looked at Aunt Julie that he 
wouldn’t mind making that two.  

Aunt Seri was the next to say hello and I noticed Steve was polite but made 
to keep his distance.  I couldn't blame him given the way she’d let herself 
go over the years.  Small wonder her husband always wanted to fuck me and her 
daughter!  She looked at me as I was taking off my jacket and as was usually 
the case, couldn't help but make a critical remark.

“I see you couldn't wear something decent even for Easter, could you?”

I was about to say, “Well, at least I put my panties on after church,” but 
held my tongue.  True, it would have been a slight exaggeration but it would 
have been fun to have seen her reaction.  Fun but not worth the resulting 
aggravation.  As it was I just ignored her and grabbed Steve’s arm as we 
headed into that family room to greet the guys.

This was the first time we’d gathered as a family since Steve proposed so on 
the way everyone was looking at my ring and I felt so proud to show it off.  
Most had seen it during the Christmas holidays at one time or another but I 
still loved showing it off again.  Having Steve standing next to me, so tall 
and handsome not to mention sexy as hell, and letting my ring tell everyone I 
was to be his wife filled me with pride and not a little bit of lust as I 
thought about what we’d just been doing less than an hour ago - not to 
mention during the ride over.  Mmmmmmm, I could still taste his sperm in my 
mouth!  

My uncles were on opposite ends of the couch, leaning into the side cushions 
while my dad had somehow wrested control over the LazyBoy recliner.  I 
plopped down in the middle of the couch between my uncles and leaned over to 
give each a peck on the cheek.  In doing so my dress would ride up and I was 
pretty sure it felt like it was enough to let each see my sheer panties when 
I kissed the other.  It was just them in the room at the time along with 
Steve so it wasn't like anyone could see what I was doing.  In any case, 
every guy in the room had fucked me before, including the jerk who then 
walked in - my cousin Rick.  

Fortunately Steve’s challenge hadn’t included my cousin.  To be fair, I 
probably would have physically enjoyed him the most as somehow he won the 
lottery and had the biggest dick of the bunch.  It wasn't so much the length 
as it was the overall thickness combined with respectable length.  It was 
about the perfect dick so far as I was concerned - short enough to fit in me 
comfortably while long enough to allow for plenty of movement without him 
slipping out of me.  Thin enough to slide in me without making me feel like 
he was splitting me in two but thick enough that I didn't mistake it for his 
finger.  His dick only had one flaw - it was attached to an absolute jerk.

I held my hand out for Steve and helped pull me up and off the couch, back 
onto my heels again.  I was tempted to kick them off and I knew sooner or 
later they would be history before the afternoon was over but I figured I 
should leave them on at least until dinner which was only a maybe a half hour 
away.  Once up, I straightened out my dress, making sure to pull up on the 
top such they could see what I was doing.  I winked at my uncles as I did.

“My goodness, this darn thing just won’t stay up,” I pretended to complain.

I saw them both watching me and my mind raced as to how I was going to deal 
with them.  I probably could have just gone to them both and asked them to 
fuck me and no doubt they would have but where was the fun in that, let alone 
the challenge?  Besides, though they may be brothers there were ten years 
difference between them not to mention very different loves and careers.  In 
fact, if you met them on the street you would have never even guessed they 
were brothers.

Fortunately I’d had enough experience in such matters that I was able to come 
up with a plan quickly.  I saw Steve looking at me, grinning at me with that 
subtle little smile that I knew so well.  It was like when he would watch me 
at some party or other affair when he would ask me to go seduce a guy, just 
to see me do it.  It was his turn to get the wink from me as I put my first 
plan into action.  

“Uncle Jim, Steve had a question some problem his truck and I wondered if you 
could help him before we ate dinner?” I asked.

He was the one I looked least forward to doing this with so if I figured why 
not get it over with as quickly as possible.  Since Uncle Jim was a self-
proclaimed super-mechanic, he immediately rose to the bait.

“What’s the problem” he asked Steve, sitting up on the edge of the couch.

Steve looked at me with a “what the heck?” expression but he played along 
saying, “Probably be easier to show you.  You can probably fix it in the time 
it takes me to explain it.”

The three of us went out of the family room and headed for the door.

“And where are you all going”?  Aunt Sheri asked, spying us as we put on our 
jackets, “Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes.”

My uncle assured her that he could fix anything in that amount of time.  I 
just shook my head at him.  God, he could be such an idiot sometimes.  Well, 
make that most of the time.  No... ALL of the time.

We had to walk down the block a little to where Steve had parked in front of 
a vacant lot next to my aunt and uncle’s house.  They were at the end of a 
cul-de- sac where it was only them and neighbor to the other side which was 
why everyone had lined up in this direction.

We got down to the truck and stood there.  Steve didn't say anything as he no 
doubt had no idea what was wrong with his truck.  My uncle finally said, 
“Well, what’s wrong?”

I glanced around to see that nobody was around.  The coast was clear so I 
reached under my dress and pulled down my panties, stepped out of them and 
held them up.

“Well, the problem is on the way over her I wanted to get fucked but we were 
running late so now I’m all horny.  See how wet my panties are?”

OK, so it was corny and stupid but then I wasn't dealing with a rocket 
scientist.  This was a guy who would have seen a porn scene play out just 
like this and be convinced the girl was a real amateur being caught on a 
hidden cam.  The only thing that I think confused him was Steve being there.  
Well, Steve wanted proof so he was going to get it - live and in person.

One other little issue... I had never told my uncle that Steve knew about my 
“family” relationships and I wasn't sure whether my dad ever had told his 
brother.  Judging from the flush that was rising on my uncle’s face, 
apparently he hadn’t.

“Ummmmmmm, is this some kind of joke or what?” he stammered.  Then he looked 
around saying, “OK, where’s the camera... very funny Kelly... very funny 
indeed.”

I moved up closer and ran my hand up under his crotch and pressed my palm 
against his dick underneath his pants.

“It’s OK... Steve knows everything Uncle Jim... everything,” I said in as 
sultry a voice as possible.  “In fact, it was HIS idea to have you fuck me 
today so you should thank him.”

Talk about a man in conflict!  On the one hand, literally, I could feel him 
reacting under my palm.  It was obvious the desire was there.  On the other, 
I could tell he was still thrown by Steve being there.  He’d only met him a 
couple of times and they had never even talked much together and even then 
only in groups so it wasn't like they were best buddies or anything like 
that.  Finally his eyes told everything as they darted all around, checking 
out the neighborhood and then back to the house to see if anyone was 
watching.

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll do it in the cab where nobody can see us,” I assure 
him, opening the driver door and jumping in, then scooting across.

I twisted and sat back against the passenger door, put my feet up on the seat 
and spread my legs, letting the dress fall back to my waist to expose my now 
bare pussy.

“C’mon Uncle Jim, you KNOW you want to fuck me,” I teased him, reaching down 
to start rubbing my pussy for him to watch.

Uncle Jim looked at Steve but seeming to know what to say.  Steve just put up 
his hands like he was being arrested and grinned.  “Hey, I learned a long 
time ago when Kelly wants something, Kelly gets it.”

“So are you going to watch or what?” my uncle finally asked, never taking his 
eyes off of my pussy where my middle finger was now pressing inside of me.

Steve shook his head.  “Fuck no, I’ll just keep an eye out if that’s OK with 
you.”

“C’mon Uncle Jim... fuck me!” I called out merrily. 

It was all I could do to keep from cracking up and laughing uncontrollably.  
Everything about this was so ludicrous yet at the same time it was that very 
element of it that made it so erotic.  I mean, here I was in a pickup truck 
parked on the side of the street, my dress hiked up with my pussy exposed to 
the cold April weather, frigging myself and calling out to my uncle to fuck 
me while my fiance stood outside standing guard.  As I’ve heard comedians say 
when they tell a ridiculous story based on fact, you just can't make this 
stuff up!

My uncle finally got in and once again I thanked the gods for Steve’s huge 
bench seat.  I wonder if it was standard or something he had to special order 
and if it WAS a special order, was this the sort of thing he had in mind when 
he ordered it?

“About time,” I huffed, pulling my dress out from under my butt so it 
wouldn’t get anything on it.

I kept my jacket on as it was chilly and besides, there was nothing in 
Steve’s challenge that said he needed to do anything but fuck me for me to 
win.  Indeed, technically he just needed to stick his dick in me even for a 
moment for me to win this round but then if I was going to let my jerk f an 
uncle fuck me, I may as well get something out of it for me as well.

“Fuck, I can't believe I’m letting you talk me into doing this,” he grumbled 
as he undid his belt and pants.

He pulled his pants and underwear down far enough to release his dick but 
like me, kept his jacket on so anyone looking in wouldn’t see a bare ass.  
Not like it wouldn’t be obvious what we were doing but at least he would 
spare the eyesight of any unfortunate soul that happened to look in and got a 
glimpse of his hairy fat ass.

“Ummmmm, I like it when you get nice and hard for me Uncle Jim,” I said, 
trying to sound like I was thrilled at what I saw.

Truth being I tried keeping my eyes closed as much as possible so I would NOT 
have to look at him.  So long as I couldn't see him then it was just another 
dick in me.

“Have it your way sweetheart,” he mumbled as I felt him press against my 
pussy.

He had a firm grip on his shaft with his right hand and he used his hand to 
rub his dick over my pussy, pressing just the tip in enough to wet it and 
then spreading it over the rest of my pussy, followed by rubbing hid sick up 
and down my slit to wet it as well.  Once he was lubed he held it at my 
opening and then with a grunt, pushed it into me until half the shaft was in 
me with the first thrust.  That was quickly followed by another and he was 
buried in me.

“Bet you missed my dick, haven’t you?” he bragged as he started stroking 
himself in me.  “You’re such a fucking cock hound... I can't believe even you 
would do this in front of your fiance but you just can’t help yourself, can 
you slut?”

Well, if he was trying to make me feel better about everything he wasn't 
exactly accomplishing the goal.  If I wasn't so set on getting Steve to 
church I would have pulled away and sent him back to the house with his dick 
hanging out.  Well, technically I had “won” this part of the bet as he had 
now penetrated me but I WAS horny and he DID feel good in me.  If he would 
just shut his mouth I wouldn’t mind so much what was happening.

As I laid on my back I couldn't see a thing outside the truck.  If someone 
was to drive by I doubted they would have seen anything but it was still 
pretty hot to be doing it just down from where all my relatives were 
gathering for the meal.  It was almost like I wasn’t even there, as if I was 
just dreaming the entire thing as Uncle Jim huffed and puffed as he did his 
best to fuck me.  Well, if he would lose a few pounds maybe he wouldn’t get 
so out of breath!

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he groaned as he started to thrust himself in me even 
harder, “Gonna fill your cunt with what you want.  Tell me you want it 
slut... come on, you KNOW you want it.”

OK, so I really wanted Steve to start coming to church with me and I was 
willing to do most anything to wrangle him one way or another, but I do have 
my limits.  I was willing to let my nasty uncle fuck me but no way was I 
going to beg him to cum in me.  When you come right down to it, no matter 
whose dick is in me, physically the act of a man mating me is technically the 
same no matter who he is.  Well, that may be true in some textbook but try 
telling that to my pussy.  

For me, it makes a BIG difference when a man comes in me depending on who he 
is, why we are doing it, and so forth.  Heck, physically it’s not that big of 
a deal in the first place to be frank.  Most of the time the only way I 
really know it’s even happening is from the way the man acts or if he flat 
out tells me.  Of course afterwards it’s obvious when it’s draining out of me 
but at the moment he’s cumming, I may get a slight sensation of warmth but 
that all depends on how much else is going on at the time.  Typically when a 
guy comes in me it’s just sex so far as I am concerned and it’s more a matter 
of convenience and ego.  First, I’d MUCH prefer a man to cum in me than all 
over me.  Some guys try to pull out and make it to my mouth which would be 
perfectly fine with me but most of them wait too long and they’re spurting 
all over the place before they get it in my mouth.  By ego, I mean it’s 
rather demeaning to have a guy fucking you and then pull out at the moment of 
climax.  It’s like he is saying my pussy is good enough to get him off but 
not enough to get his cum.

With some guys the act of cumming in me signifies more which makes it special 
to me.  This particularly applies to married men who are cheating on their 
wives.  For a husband to fuck me in lieu of his wife is erotic to start with, 
but then for him to cum in me is like the ultimate betrayal of his vows.  
This is one case where I especially get upset if he tries to pull out.  Like, 
he wants to fuck me more than his wife but then at the last minute he tries 
to ease his conscience by not going TOO far.  I love it when a guy is 
cheating with me because it tells me he finds me so sexy and attractive that 
he will betray the most sacred vow he can ever make just for a few moments 
with me.  Is it any wonder I expect him to complete the act?

Finally, there are those men for whom the act of giving me their sperm is an 
indication of their love and respect for me.  Until recently, that list was 
rather short - just one man, my dad.  For my dad to cum in me is one of the 
most special moments in my life, one that amazingly I can have repeatedly as 
well.  He’s not just some guy getting off and I just want him to be neat 
about it.  He’s not cheating on his wife because she is my mom.  He is my 
father and as such when he cums in me it means he loves me enough to give 
himself to me in every way.  It means he respects me enough to not just love 
me but to stay in me when he reaches that ultimate state of ecstasy.  It 
means I am giving myself to him totally, in every way I can as a daughter 
should to her father.  Of course now I have Steve so that makes TWO men on my 
list of “special” men.

As much as my Uncle Jim disgusts me, I let him fuck me at times because I 
hate my Aunt Sheri so much.  I only wished she could see what her husband was 
doing now.  If she thought I was a slut before, just let her see how her 
husband loves sticking his dick in me like he was at this very moment.  If 
she thought I flirted and flaunted myself too much, let her see my new dress 
hiked up to my boobs so her husband could fuck me.  Of course I could never 
allow such a thing to happen in my own family, but the thought of it as my 
uncle started to cum in me helped me to feel better about what I was doing.  

“Oh fuck!” he groaned as he drove himself deep inside of me, his incestuous 
sperm ejaculating from his rigid dick as deep in me as he could shoot it.  

It was over quickly and he immediately pulled out and started gathering 
himself back together again.  

“You know any time you want it where you can get it slut,” he mocked me.  He 
looked down at my pussy as I just laid there with my legs apart.  “Damn, that 
felt good.  Haven’t left a load that big in ages... enjoy it slut.”

It took all my willpower not to respond as I was thinking at the moment but 
it was over and I’d accomplished half my goal.  Though I would never have 
admitted it to him, my pussy WAS feeling pretty good at the moment so it 
wasn't like it had been a total waste of time.  Once he had his belt tight he 
backed out of the truck and headed back on his own to the house hitching his 
pants as he walked.  

“Hey, you OK?” Steve asked, poking his head inside.  I was still on my back, 
gathering my thoughts together.

I lifted my head up to look at him and grinned as best I could.  “What’s it 
look like silly?” I said, trying to make it sound like I was fine with 
everything.  “Do you have a towel or something I can clean myself off with?”

Steve reached behind the seat and pulled out a roll of paper towels and 
handed it to me.  I scooted back so I could sit up with the passenger door 
behind me.  Pulling off a couple of the towels from the roll, I put them 
between my legs and did my best to squeeze as much of my uncle’s cum from me 
as I could.  Damn, he really HAD cum a lot in me!  The towels were pretty 
soaked before I was done but at least I wouldn’t be dripping all over the 
place and spotting my panties too much.

“Can you do something with these?” I said to Steve, handing the cum-soaked 
towels to him. 

He took them like I had handed him a handful of dog poop but he didn't 
complain, tossing them into the back of the truck for now.  Meanwhile I’d 
hiked up my panties and got out of the truck, pulling the hem of my dress 
down and straightening out my boobs underneath.  

“Well, one down, one to go,” I said as cheerfully as I could, reaching up to 
kiss him quickly on the lips.  At least I hadn’t sucked my uncle’s cock as I 
knew Steve wouldn’t have touched my lips with my uncle’s taste on me.

As we walked back, Steve held my hand tightly and I could the something was 
bugging him.  Just before we went back in I turned to him and asked him what 
was bothering him.

“I don’t know,” he hemmed and hawed but I wasn't letting him off the hook, “I 
guess I just don’t understand how you can let guys like that fuck you is all.  
Your uncle is a real jerk and face it, I know I’m a guy but still, he doesn’t 
seem all that pleasant to have sex with.”

“Well, haven’t you ever fucked a girl who wasn't that pretty or maybe a 
little overweight or whatever?” I asked.

“Not really,” he answered, “I mean, I like a girl to be attractive and sexy, 
not just another pussy.”

“Well just remember, I never would have done him in the first place if you 
went to church with me today,” I teased.

We were late so we could hold this debate later.  Back in the house I saw 
that people were starting to gather and as I hung my jacket back in the 
closet, I felt someone grab my arm and when I turned to look it was my cousin 
Tammy, her eyes burning a hole through me.

“Tell me my dad didn’t just do you,” she hissed under her breath.

“Why?  What’s the big deal?” I whispered back.

“Oh god so you did,” she sighed, rolling her eyes back.  “I could tell the 
minute he came back in with that look on his face and I realized you were 
gone at the same time.  What the hell were you thinking?  What if someone had 
seen you?”

Her mother called out to us, telling us to get seated so I didn't have time 
for a detailed explanation.  I just told her that we could talk about it 
later but not to worry about it.  She just huffed and went ahead of me to 
take a seat.  I wondered what the big deal was.  Heck, it’s not like she 
never did it with her dad so why suddenly so worried about me?

At the table I sat next to Steve and fortunately was at the opposite end from 
my uncle and Tammy.  Somehow I had a feeling Aunt Sheri had some input to the 
seating arrangements.  Well, she needn’t have worried.  I doubted her husband 
would be fucking me again for a long time!  Once was all I needed from him 
today - and for a long time to come.  In the meantime, I could tell I hadn’t 
gotten all of his cum out before as I felt my panties start to grow damp 
against me.  Oh well, so long as it was just a little it wouldn’t smell.

I looked across the table where my Uncle Paul was sitting with my Aunt Julie.  
He really wasn't paying all that much attention to me but I knew I was soon 
going to change that.  I had a plan, it would soon be time to put it in 
motion and complete my challenge with Steve.


Chapter 5 – Uncle Paul Gets His Turn
====================================

Compared to Uncle Jim, Uncle Paul would be more of a challenge.  With Uncle 
Jim, it was just too easy as he was nothing but a horny perverted nasty man.  
All I had to do was spread my legs and Uncle Jim was mine.

With Uncle Paul, it wasn't that he needed to be convinced to have sex with 
me, but he was considerably more mature and careful than his disgusting 
younger brother.

The first time I was with Uncle Paul was almost two years ago.  I was 24 at 
the time so it wasn't like I started having sex with him as soon as I got 
into incest with my dad and other uncle.  In fact, my dad had always 
cautioned me not to get too carried away with his older brother as he wasn't 
into that sort of thing and didn’t cheat on Aunt Julie.  Well, my dad is 
pretty smart but sometimes he doesn’t know everything.

As it turned out, I learned that not only did Uncle Paul want to fuck me, he 
had been doing my mom for years.  Now granted, my dad as technically correct 
in saying he wasn't cheating as it was within the family, but I don’t think 
my dad was trying to split hairs at the time.  I had little doubt that Aunt 
Julie wouldn’t have agreed with my position either.

I really couldn't blame my mom as while my dad had several yummy options to 
deal with his needs without committing adultery, my mom’s choices were 
limited to Uncle Jim and his son Rick, neither of which were all that 
appealing.  There was a time where she used Rick as some sort of boy toy and 
no doubt his better-than- average dick didn't hurt either, but it couldn't 
have been as emotionally satisfying as it was for my dad when he fucked my 
mom’s sister.

After the first time I had sex with Uncle Paul once more a few months later 
and that has been it until now.  We kept it between ourselves, just as he had 
with my mom.  Other than me and mom, there wasn’t even a hint of incest in 
his family and some people would say that fucking the tow of us wasn't 
exactly biblical incest in the first place since we weren’t blood relatives.  
So while I knew he had in interest in me in the past, he didn't exactly chase 
after me the way my other uncle did.  In fact, since we had sex if anything 
he remained even more distant from me whenever he could.

As we ate and talked, I felt Steve’s hand on my leg under the tablecloth.  
Naughty boy... but I loved it.  Of course nobody could see but it still felt 
rather naughty as he eased his hand under my dress and up to my hips, putting 
his whole hand on my bared leg.  I uncrossed my legs and shifted slightly in 
my seat to make it easier for him and he quickly responded to my offer, 
running his fingers up against my panties.

“So did Jim get things working?” Uncle Paul asked, breaking my concentration 
on where Steve’s hand was groping me.

Steve nodded and said something about how he’d just needed to plug something 
or another up.  I elbowed his gently to remind him that not everyone at the 
table might appreciate WHAT my uncle had plugged.

Of course it went right over my aunt’s head but I say a gleam in Uncle Paul’s 
eye.  Yeah, he knew what Steve was REALLY saying.

“Sometimes you just need to treat an engine like a woman,” he said as he 
looked at me and winked.  “Seems they’re never happy unless they are 
constantly getting attention.”

This time it was my aunt who elbowed her partner but she had no idea that she 
was reading his comments entirely wrong.  From the way my uncle was smirking 
I knew he knew EXACTLY where I’d been paid attention.”

It was all just a game, no different than when I would jump on his lap or sit 
next to him and rub up against him.  Harmless fun.  I knew it would take a 
lot more than subtle hints and risqué conversation to get my card punched for 
my second challenge of the day.

After dinner the men went off to the family room to watch something on TV 
while the women, of course, cleaned up after everyone.  I helped to clear off 
the table and wrap up the leftovers, leaving the dishwasher duties to my 
younger cousins.  The kitchen was way overcrowded so I figured it might be an 
opportune time to finish up my duties for the day. 

I headed off to the bathroom first to clean myself off again.  My panties 
were soaked in the crotch now and I debated just taking them off but then if 
any of the women noticed it would be a scandal, family or not.  Still, I 
didn't know how Uncle Paul would react to greeting my open legs and seeing 
his brothers cum wetting my crotch.  Even if it really didn't qualify anymore 
as sloppy seconds, I knew a lot of guys are NOT into sex right after another 
guy does me, despite what the stupid porn videos might lead you to believe.

I checked myself in the mirror and was about to leave when I thought about it 
yet again and decided the heck with it.  So long as I had them back on again 
before I got together with the women things should be OK.  I reached under my 
dress and pulled the panties down to my ankles where I carefully stepped out 
of them.  I had left my pure with my jacket so I dug around the closet and 
stuffed them between a couple of bath towels.  I wouldn’t be all that long 
and I doubted anybody would be needing a bath any time soon anyway.

Heading back toward the stairs, I noticed the master bedroom door was open 
down at the end of the hall.  As tempting as it was to check it out, it would 
be just my luck the wrong person would come in after me and question why I 
was there.  No, it was better to get going and get this over with while the 
timing was right.

Back in the family room, I was the only female in there as the three brothers 
and my cousin watched ESPN.  ALL of them had fucked me in the past so I could 
have stripped in the middle of the floor and none of them would see anything 
they hadn’t already.  The reality was that neither my dad or Uncle Jim knew 
their older brother had done me and I didn’t think this was exactly the right 
moment to break the news.  Otherwise this would have been as simple as 
walking in and flashing them , then dragging my Uncle Paul off and to the 
bedroom.  Still, there were ways to accomplish the same ending without being 
so blatant about it.

“Ummmmm, Uncle Paul, somebody did something in bathroom,” I said, pretending 
to be embarrassed.

“The other guys laughed as Uncle Paul threw up his hands in mock disgust, 
“God dammit, how many times have I told people not to flush everything down 
the damn toilet.”

“I’d offer to help Paul but you know how my back has been lately,” my dad 
chuckled, leaning over and grabbing his back as if he was in mortal pain.  My 
other slob of an uncle wasn’t even subtle, he just shook his head and waved 
his younger brother away.  Rick, of course, just ignored everyone and kept 
his eyes glued to the huge flat-screen TV.

“Well, I’d better deal with it before someone else needs it,” Uncle Paul 
griped as he got up and headed towards the hallway where the stairs were.

I told everyone I was going back to help in the kitchen and left, looking 
back at Steve and winking.  Once out of sight of the family room I took a 
detour back to the stairway where my uncle had already ascended.  I made my 
way to the bathroom where I heard the toilet flushing.

“Hey, I thought you said there was a problem?” has asked when he saw me at 
the doorway.  “Seems to working just fine now.” 

I walked in slowly with a grin on my face.  “Well, I just said someone did 
something in the bathroom... I didn't say WHAT.”

“So what’s the story then Kelly?” he asked, his hands on his hips as 
apparently he wasn’t getting my intent... yet.

“Do you realize it’s been almost two years since you fucked me Uncle Paul?”

Now THAT got his attention as his hands dropped down and he looked at me with 
a puzzled face.

“Sort of hard NOT to but I don’t see what that has to do with now?” he said 
but I noticed his eyes were no longer looking at mine but seemed to be 
focusing considerably lower on my body now.

I turned and closed the door, deliberately making an act of locking it so he 
could see what I was doing.

“Ummmmm, you DO realize there’s a houseful of people down there and everyone 
will soon need to use the bathroom... get it?” he asked as if I was clueless.

“Then I guess we’d better hurry,” I purred as I turned, lifting my dress a I 
did so my bare butt was showing.  I turned my head over my shoulder and 
smiled back at him.  “See anything you like Uncle Paul?”

He was torn but then so far as I was concerned, that meant I had him, it was 
just going to take another push or two.  

“Kelly... any other time... and I mean ANY other time we could do this if you 
want to so badly but not today.  It’s just too dangerous.”

OK, so it needed to be a hard push.  I pulled my dress up over my head and 
then draped it over the shower bar which left me standing there in nothing 
but my heels and a necklace.  He instinctively licked his lips and I knew I 
was at least another step closer.

“C’mon Uncle Paul... you know you want me,” I said seductively.  He needed to 
be pushed but I had to be careful as he wasn’t like my Uncle Jim.  If Uncle 
Paul thought I was just playing him then he would probably just brush me 
aside and walk out alone without me.

“Shit, what the hell,” he cursed under his breath.  Yeah, like it was some 
decision to do something he didn't want to do.  I knew better... a LOT 
better.  In any case, I had what I wanted so why rock the boat?

Uncle Paul quickly undid his belt and then his zipper, sliding his pants and 
underwear down to his ankles but keeping his shoes on.  His shirt hung down 
over his waist, hiding his dick from view but I had a good idea what was 
happening behind the curtain.

“Come here Kelly,” he said, motioning for me to come closer so he wouldn’t 
have to shuffle his feet to get to me.  

He grabbed me by the waist and spun me around.  “Bend over,” was all he said 
and I followed his instructions to the letter, leaning over and putting my 
hands on my knees to support myself.  

“God you have such a sweet ass,” he murmured as I felt his hand rub over my 
butt.  Then he said something under his breath I couldn't quite make out, 
followed by, “Turn around... I need some... ummmmm, help.”

Not being sure what he meant, I stood up and turned to face him.  He’d undone 
his dress shirt and I looked down to see what should have been a lovely 
erection only to be greeted by a flaccid cock.  

“Damn blood pressure pills,” he swore, “Haven’t been able to get it up in 
ages.  I thought maybe if you...,” and his voice trailed off but I knew what 
he needed.

Still, now that I realized the problem I wasn't sure if there was anything I 
COULD do, no matter how talented my mouth might be or how horny he was.  We 
weren't dealing with lack of desire or guilt.  This was medical and god only 
knew what it would take for him to have an erection under the circumstances.  
Suddenly what looked to be a slam dunk in my quest to get my fiance to church 
was looking like a long shot instead.

Reaching down to his limp cock, I held it in my hand and tugged on it gently.  
I looked up at him in his eyes, still holding his in the palm of my hand and 
said, “Let’s see what I can do for you, OK Uncle Paul?”

I bent my knees and squatted down until my face was level with his crotch.  
Putting one hand on his leg to support myself, I leaned forward and took his 
cock in my mouth.  Any other time and I would have loved to start this way 
with a man.  There’s something about starting when a man is still soft and 
then feel him grow in my mouth that never failed to run me on.  Under the 
circumstance though, it was more worrisome than erotic.

“That feel so good,” he sighed as I started to work my tongue around the 
shaft and licking him, “Julie won’t do anything these days.  She hates it 
when I can’t respond.” Normally once I started sucking a man’s cock it was 
only a short while before I would feel SOMETHING.  Every man seemed to grow 
an erection at his own rate, some fast while others seem to be more the slow 
and steady responders.  Still, they ALL responded at least a little but... 
all but my Uncle Paul it seemed.  After a few minutes and absolutely no 
response I was starting to get seriously worried.  Damn it, I’d never had a 
man that couldn’t get hard when I was naked in front of him, especially with 
his dick in my mouth!

“God damn it... I’m so sorry Kelly,” he sighed.

Well, if HE was unhappy then how the hell did he think I felt?  I’d NEVER 
failed to get a man hard before and some of them had been on medication as 
well.  Crap, what the heck was he taking anyway?

Hearing how depressed he was becoming I knew THAT wasn’t helping matters 
either.  Talk about what was becoming a self-fulfilling prophesy.  The more 
he thought he couldn't do it, the more likely he wouldn’t unless I did 
something... and did it quick.

I stood up and for a moment he seemed to think I had given up but I put up a 
finger and told him to hand on a second.  I quickly rummaged through the 
bathroom drawers until I found what I was looking for - some baby oil.  It 
seems EVERYONE has baby oil in their bathroom, even though they didn't have a 
baby.  Grabbing the bottle, I turned away from the sink and then lifted 
myself back up onto it, my bare ass suddenly feeling cold against the chilly 
counter top.

Uncle Paul was watching me, stroking his dick in what appeared to be a vain 
attempt at generating an erection.  Well, who said a guy had to have an 
erection to fuck a girl anyway?  I spread the baby oil over my pussy, lubing 
myself up liberally and the motioned for him to get closer.  Grabbing his 
cock, I did the same to it, applying a coating of baby oil over it from the 
tip of the head down to his balls.  Holding it as best I could with the 
slippery covering of oil, I pressed it against my pussy, trying to push it 
inside of me somehow.

“This isn’t going to work Kelly, I’m useless.”

“Just push Uncle Paul,” I urged him on.

I had him by the head and I literally stuffed him inside of me using my 
fingers until the head was actually in me.  He tried to push but his cock 
just folded over on my pussy.  He groaned in frustration but I wasn’t ready 
to give up yet.  With all the oil it was like trying to grab a greased 
sausage but I slowly was able to stuff more and more of him in me, even if he 
didn't dare stroke or anything.

“See?  You’re in me Uncle Paul,” I finally gloated. 

It might not have been exactly ready to burst me open or anything but it WAS 
in me so legally he was fucking me.  I smiled as I realized that next Sunday 
Steve would be in the pew next to me.

Was it my imagination or did his shaft feel a little firmer than it had 
before?  Certainly it was still flaccid but I could have sworn that there was 
something more there.  I wiggled my hips, trying to stimulate his dick in me.  
He now had it in me and if a warm wet pussy couldn’t get a rise out of him, 
the I would have to declare a truce.

There it was again, not much but definitely something.  I put my hand between 
my leg and touched his dick with my fingertips.  Mmmmmmm, there WAS something 
happening.  Not much but definitely there was something going on in the right 
direction.  

“It’s working Uncle Paul,” I whispered to him, rotating my hips even more to 
rub my pussy against his dick in me.  The odds of him attaining a full 
erection were still pretty low but then I knew from past experience that a 
man didn't have to be like a flag pole to cum.  I’d fucked my share of older 
men and while many of them could get just as erect as guys half their age, it 
wasn't uncommon for them to get only semi-hard before they shot their wad.  
Maybe I could stimulate my uncle enough for that to happen... it was worth a 
shot anyway.  

Uncle Paul put his hands on me, one under my butt and the other on my breast.  
I felt him pressing into me, like he was willing himself to fuck me.  His 
medications were a hurdle to but I had the feeling I could feed him placebos 
at this point and he still would get an erection because he was convinced he 
couldn’t.  The male mind was more powerful than any drug!

There it was.  A definite movement in me.  While still no piece of pipe, he 
was at least hard enough to move in me without flopping out and that was a 
definite plus in his favor.  The longer this went on, the more his confidence 
grew and before long he was fucking me in short, small stroked.

“Fuck me Uncle Paul... Fuck me,” I whispered to him, trying to urge him on. 

At this point I was playing to all his senses, trying everything and anything 
to get him to cum in me.

When he came I wasn’t sure who was more surprised - me or him.  Well, most 
likely him since he as the first to know but he quickly told me and I smiled, 
pleased at my success.  He quickly pulled out and it was evident that he 
hadn’t left anywhere near the bucket of cum that his younger brother has left 
in me earlier.  Still, it served both our purposes.

“Thank you Kelly... god it’s been so long.” I looked at him and for a moment 
I thought he was going to cry! 

I couldn't imagine what it must be like to go without sex for so long.  I 
mean, for me to go one DAY is burden but to go over a YEAR?  I’m not sure I 
can even imagine such a thing.

I reached for a washrag and wetted it under the faucet with warm water.  This 
was far better than a paper towel in Steve’s truck!  I cleaned myself off as 
my uncle got himself back in order.  He looked at his watch and cursed.

“Shit, I’d better get back or somebody’s going to wonder,” he stammered.  I 
had a good feeling that by “somebody” he meant Aunt Julie but then I didn't 
blame him.  

“Thank you Kelly..  I really appreciated that,” he said as he started to 
unlock the door.  With that he opened it, checked to see that nobody was 
looking, and then slipped out into that hallway, closing the door behind him.

I sighed and rubbed the wet warm washcloth over my crotch.  I was long since 
cleaned off but it just felt so good against me.  For a moment I contemplated 
getting myself off but then I’d been gone far too long as well.  Besides, I 
knew Steve would be more than happy to help me with anything I might need as 
soon as we got back to his place.

I retrieved my panties and slipped them on, the wet spot feeling cool against 
my warm pussy.  The dress was next and I checked myself out in the mirror 
before heading back to the family room.  Steve was having some debate about 
sports with the guys and I pushed myself into the chair next to him.

“Guess who’s going to church with me next week?” I said softly to him, poking 
him the side.

THE END

  
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