Subject: Surprising Uncle
Story Codes: MF FF oral exhib incest uncle niece cousins
Diary Date: May 2, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It’s amazing what you can still learn about your own family sometimes.
Even more so is who you learn them from – and what happens after you do.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Family Background
Chapter 2 – Saturday Morning With Kristi
Chapter 3 – Washing My Car
Chapter 4 – Uncle Paul and My Mom
Chapter 5 – Uncle Paul Fulfills His Fantasy
Chapter 1 – Family Background
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I explain all the gruesome details of my family life in my diary on my
website but this time there are some things that are different that need
to be explained in order to understand what happened today.
Anyone who keeps up with my diary knows that my mom and her sister was
raised in an incestual relationship with their father but on my dad’s
side, it was pretty much the standard family situation. My dad was the
middle of three boys. His older brother Paul is 52 now, making him eight
years older than my dad, and Jim is forty, only two years younger. Due
to their age differences, my dad grew up much closer to his younger
brother and even to this day, he has little to do with my Uncle Paul.
It’s not that they have anything between them, it’s just they never
really formed a close bond growing up so far apart in age. Plus, Jim and
his family live in the south side of Pittsburgh, much closer than Paul
and his family who wound up on the north side in the Fox Chapel area.
When my dad was in high school, Paul had already graduated from college
with an Accounting degree and was working his way up some corporate
ladder. Meanwhile, my dad and Jim turned out to be quite the lady’s men,
a polite way of saying they chased every skirt and tried to get in every
girl’s panties they could! Two of the girls they both were involved with
were my mom and her younger sister Linda. The four of them dated in
various combinations but my dad married my mom shortly after she
graduated from high school while Linda went off to marry some other guy,
leaving Jim to hook up with my Aunt Shari.
Maybe it had something to do with her upbringing, maybe just a matter of
her religious beliefs, or a combination of those and who knows what else,
but my mom was VERY strict about her marriage vows, always telling me the
most terrible sin a wife could commit was to be unfaithful to her husband
– and vice versa for that matter. My mom was also extremely family-
oriented, teaching me that honoring the sanctity and solidarity of one’s
family is the most important things in your life besides your
relationship with God.
When I was younger, I was not exposed to a lot of sex – which I mean to
be penetration of a woman’s vagina by a penis to be clinical about it My
parents were comfortable with themselves and while not nudists by any
means, they didn’t hide themselves either. The hot tub was probably the
most common place for us to be nude together. I learned as a young girl
that masturbation was a natural response to the needs of one’s body and
there was nothing to be ashamed of or to hide when those needs needed to
be satisfied. Even so, I was sixteen before I ever saw my parents having
sex and even then, it was by accident.
It wasn't until after I started having sex with my parents (I was 16 at
the time, two years after losing my virginity to my boyfriend) that I
learned about the full extent of their sexual activities. While I was
raised to understand that when you married a man, you also married his
family, until then I only interpreted that to mean you stood by your
family and supported them no matter what. Now I discovered that my
mother interpreted this to mean you were allowed to have sex with them as
well without committing adultery so long as it was only direct family
members - parents, siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles.
Thus I learned that my mom had continued having sex with my Uncle Jim
after she married my dad, although that ended once he got married to a
shrew of a wife. My dad and my Aunt Linda had maintained their sexual
relationship, which become the primary issue leading to her divorce from
her husband but it wasn't her fault. When her husband demanded that she
choose between him and her family, what choice did she have? Family
ALWAYS comes first and it was really rotten of him to put her in such a
terrible position to have to choose between him and her family,
especially when he was free to have sex with the rest of her family as
well and he wasn't afraid to take advantage of it.
Over the years, the relationships between my dad’s family and part of his
younger brother’s became closer, eventually involving my youngest cousin
Tammy (sixteen now) and her older brother Rick who is twenty now.
Unfortunately for everyone, my Aunt Shari and Tammy’s older sister Kate
have never been involved as if they even had a hint of what was going on
it would lead to disaster. I say “unfortunately” because it makes things
much more difficult than they need to be because so much had to be hidden
from them.
As for my Uncle Paul and his family, there was nothing at all incestual
there, at least none anyone knew of and I had no reason to believe
otherwise. He and my Aunt Julie have two daughters – Ginny (now 28) and
Laura (26). Both girls look great with Ginny sporting an incredible set
of boobs (thanks to the miracles provided by modern surgery). Other than
a one-time tryst at Ginny’s bachelorette party, so far as I knew they
were both pretty conservative in their views regarding sex. Each was now
married although neither had any kids yet, both being more career-minded
for now it seems.
So far as I knew, my Uncle Paul had no idea that his younger brothers and
their families were involved in incest. Uncle Paul has always been the
“straight- arrow” of the family – staunch Republican, moderately wealthy,
etc. I have to say he has been my favorite uncle in that he and Aunt
Julie have always nice to me, a LOT nicer than my prudish Aunt Shari who
always bitched to my mother about the way I dressed and behaved. Growing
up, I would catch Uncle Paul looking my way at times, especially when I
was wearing cutoffs or a bikini that left little to the imagination. But
then, he looked at my other cousins the same way, no different than most
men did, so I never took it as anything personal. Actually, we rarely
spoke to one another and I can’t even remember the last time we had a
one-to-one conversation as anytime I talk to him it is with my dad there
as well.
Such was the case even this past Easter, when our families all got
together at my Uncle Jim’s house after having a brunch downtown. My dad
spent a lot of time talking to Uncle Paul, at least it seemed like more
than usual to me, and I noticed that my Uncle’s eyes strayed more than
once to my cleavage when I was nearby. Of course I knew it didn’t mean
anything, most guys often leave me after a conversation with no idea what
I looked like from the neck up! It certainly wasn't anything I would
complain about, as if there was some reason I should. I make sure my
dresses and such show as much cleavage as possible because I WANT guys to
look at me and fantasize about me! Indeed, I would’ve felt a bit
disappointed in myself had Uncle Paul NOT looked at me like any other
normal man.
Chapter 2 – Saturday Morning With Kristi
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While I LOVE having my own apartment, one of the disadvantages of moving
away from home is the lack of basic resources you took for granted while
growing up. One of the first things I learned was that doing your own
laundry is EXPENSIVE! Fortunately, I didn’t move all that far from home
and my dad doesn’t mind me stopping by now and then to do a few loads –
especially if I do some of his at the same time. Also, my apartment is
rather small... make that VERY small and so I don’t have the same closet
and storage space I have always been accustomed to having. It was almost
like being back in college in a tiny dorm room. Thus I have kept most of
my summer clothes in my old bedroom during this past winter.
While it seemed for a while that winter would NEVER end, finally the warm
days have been returning. Another thing I learned that I was missing
living in an apartment was access to a free hose for washing my car.
Like Laundromats, it didn’t take long for me to discover the high cost of
getting my car washed. It wasn’t such a big deal in winter because I had
no choice about the matter; but now that summer was back any opportunity
to save ten bucks a week or more was certainly worth pursuing. After all
the rain and yucky weather this past week, I awoke to brilliant sunshine
on Saturday morning and my trusty WeatherBug was predicting a warm sunny
day.
Indeed, the sun was more than just rising and I saw that the clock on my
nightstand said it was just past 11:00! Well, the previous night had
been pretty tiring so I didn’t feel TOO guilty about sleeping in. It had
started with a small Passion Party where I did my usual thing - modeling
lingerie and showing off sex toys for a small group of housewives out to
have a little risqué fun for the evening. Almost all of them were maybe
ten to twenty years older than me so I kept things toned down a bit, much
to the relief of the distributor I worked for!
After the party, I had a late dinner with my cousin Kristi. It wasn't
often we both had Friday evening off at the same time After much debate
we finally decided on a local Chinese place, not one of those gross
buffets but a really nice place in town. It was really nice to just
spend an evening with my favorite cousin, trading stories and gossip,
without having to be concerned about who was watching us or what the guys
we were with were going to try to do next. Granted, there WERE plenty of
guys watching us but for this one evening we agreed up front that it
would be just the two of us, two cousins just enjoying an evening
together.
After dinner we ended up at my place along with a couple bottles of wine.
For me, at least, that was a little out of the ordinary since I rarely
drank anything alcoholic except for maybe a small glass of wine with
dinner now and then. My lack of “experience” with regards to alcoholic
drinks showed as it didn’t take long before I was uncharacteristically
drunk... plastered would be a more apt description I think.
Having downed even more glasses than me, Kristi was too drunk to drive
home but fortunately not TOO drunk that she didn’t realize it so she
ended up spending the night. It wasn't like she needed pajamas or
nighties. The last thing I remembered was we both just dropped our
clothes at the side of the bed and collapsed with hardly a word or even a
kiss good night.
Speaking of which... As my head cleared and my eyes adjusted to the
bright sun, I finally remembered the lump under the covers next to me.
God, I must have really been out of it not to remember she had spent the
night in bed with me when I woke up! Kristi wasn't moving a muscle so I
lifted the covers to make sure she was ok – or at least breathing!
Underneath she was laying on her side, facing away from me, but she was
still sound asleep. I grinned as her hair and makeup was a total
disaster but then I doubted mine was looking much better. It goes
without saying she was naked but that was no big deal. In all the years
I’ve known her, I can’t remember a single time when she’d ever worn
anything to bed unless it was absolutely necessary – like at a sleepover
at a friend’s when we were in school. You have to remember that not all
parents were as enlightened as her mom when she was growing up, at least
so far as sleeping naked went. Heck, even I wore pajamas or a nightie to
bed until I was twelve. Then again, I hadn’t been sleeping with my naked
mom since I was a little kid either.
My attention was distracted away from her as all this moving around after
having first woke up was having it’s inevitable result – I had to go
potty, and I had to go BAD! I slipped out of my bed as stealthily as I
could, as if I needed to worry about waking the dead, and quickly made my
way to the bathroom where I took care of business and then washed my
hands and face off. Ugh, I really DID look pretty bad in the mirror!
Running a brush through my hair helped to tame it to some degree, and
brushing my teeth made my mouth feel human again. Maybe a shower
later... who knows? For now I decided to go back to bed and take
advantage of the opportunity to be lazy.
Returning to my room, I saw that Kristi hadn’t budged an inch. I didn’t
have anything I HAD to do right away and I still felt a bit tired so I
slipped back in bed under the covers with her again. At first I faced
away from her, trying to catch a few more winks but in the confines of my
narrow bed I could feel my bare butt pressed up against Kristi’s, causing
any thoughts of sleep to quickly evaporate. Squirming just a little, I
bit my lower lip as I enjoyed the feeling of her soft smooth ass against
mine. This was silly... why was I facing AWAY from her?
Twisting around under the covers, I moved in closer to her in a spooning
position with my upper arm draped over her and my lower one down pressed
down alongside the two of us. Mmmmmmm, she felt so soft and warm after
spending the night all tucked in under the comforter. Her cute bottom
was being cupped in my crotch as my boobs pressed against her bare back.
Working my arm under hers, I cupped her perky boob in my hand, just
holding it at first as I pulled myself in even tighter against her,
burying my head in her dark hair.
Not to go off on another tangent, but when I wrote that last sentence it
reminded me of some comments made by a few people that I recently sent
photos of Kristi. In most of my diary entries I describe her as a blonde
and me as the brunette yet in recent photos, it’s just the opposite.
What I ended up doing was showing those people some older pics where we
are our natural hair color – me the dark brunette and Kristi a dishwater
blonde.
In the past couple of years, I’ve tried various styles and colors, first
going total blond and now experimenting with more of a streaked blond
look. In contrast, Kristi has gradually darkened her mane more and more
to where now it’s almost black. So while I guess in my mind I’m still a
brunette and she’ll always be a blonde, I WILL try to be more technically
correct from now on in my descriptions of us.
OK, sorry for that public service announcement. Now back to being in bed
with my unconscious cousin...
Uncharacteristically, Kristi and I hadn’t done anything sexually the
night before, not even masturbating together, so it goes without saying
that I was a little hornier than usual this morning. Don't ask me why,
but mornings are the most natural time of day for me to have sex. It’s
sort of odd in that I am definitely NOT a morning person when it comes to
everything else, but rather the night owl who would love to sleep in
until noon every day if I had my druthers. Yet for some reason I can’t
explain, my BODY is usually raring and ready to go as soon as I woke up,
even if my MIND is trying to get me to go back to sleep. Of course, I
can be stimulated most any time of day if I try, but I’m talking about my
“natural” state. Perhaps that’s one reason I loved it when my dad use to
visit me in the mornings before he left for work. The best part was I
didn’t even have to “wake up”, he would do me even if I was just lying
there!
Feeling the way I was, had I been alone there is no doubt whatsoever that
I my next move would be to lay on my back and take care of my morning
“business”, just as I usually do before getting out of bed permanently
for the day. The temptation to shake Kristi awake and beg for some
attention was almost overwhelming but I held myself back in deference to
my cousin’s apparent need for a ridiculously LOT of sleep.
Instead, I let my lower hand work its way between my legs until I was
cupping my warm crotch. It felt extra special to touch myself this
morning as not only was I feeling MY pussy under my palm, I could also
feel Kristi’s smooth butt against the back of my hand as I spooned in
closer to her. Slowly my fingers worked their way between my bare legs
until I was running my middle finger up and now my shaved pussy slit.
As I started to masturbate, my other hand squeezed her boob a little more
tightly as I pressed my chest into her back, flattening my boobs against
her as I gripped her smaller boob in my hand. They may have been smaller
in terms of cup size but they were perfectly shaped and incredibly firm
and perky. There wasn't a hint of sag in them and her nipples seemed to
be in a permanent state of arousal. I swear, she could have been reading
a textbook watching a boring soap opera and her nipples would have been
sticking out all nice and hard. Indeed, at this moment my fingers
tweaked her nipple and I rolled the stiff projection between my
fingertips. Even in her sleep it seemed to arouse her a bit more as a
faint but audible groan emerged from her.
As Kristi became aroused, I couldn’t help but let loose a sigh myself as
my fingers found their mark between my legs. As horny as I was, my clit
was already stimulated and to have my fingers touch it was getting me off
quickly. Mmmmmmm, I found myself wishing Kristi was awake and eating me
out instead of leaving me to touch myself. Kristi has this knack for
eating a pussy, a god- given “gift” that wasn't exactly listed in the
Bible but it had to be spiritual in origin. Maybe it was because the two
of us were about as close as two girls could be without actually being
sisters and so we just knew instinctively what the other wanted.
Whatever it was, I LOVED it when Kristi ate my pussy!
Scrunching down the bed just a bit, I worked my upper leg in between
Kristi’s so I could grind my crotch in against the back of her thigh. I
pulled my hand out so I could get in as close as possible to her nude
body and started to gently hump her like a dog in heat would do on your
leg. By maneuvering my arm up and out and draping it over her head, I
was able to could play with her messed-up hair as I fondled her perky
boobs. Oh my god, the pressure of her warm thigh against my horny pussy
felt incredible as my clit was squeezed in between.
In her sleep, God only knows what Kristi was dreaming about but whatever
it was, it must have been something pretty erotic as I felt her ass
clench and then her hips instinctively moved forward, as if she was
trying to push up against a guy fucking her or something like that. Then
her arm moved and I watched as she put her hand between her legs and
started masturbating in her sleep. Just her fingers seemed to be all
that moved but from the way her butt was squirming, whatever she was
doing must have felt pretty good. I put my own hand back between my legs
and the two of masturbated together as we laid in bed with one hand
between each of our legs.
Oh my god, it felt wonderful! I could smell her wet pussy as she started
masturbating faster. I loved the softness of her breast in my hands, the
hard nipple poking against the palm of my hand as I cupped it and gently
massaged it while at the same time, rubbing my own clit in rhythm with
her movements. I felt SO damn horny... I needed to cum REALLY bad!
Kristi’s breathing was getting heavier and more deeper as her moans
became louder and more steady. Whether she was really asleep or not
anymore... who cared? All I knew was at that moment, the only thing I
could think about was my hand on my pussy and the feel of my hot cousin’s
nude body against me.
“Ohhhhhh!” I finally had to let out as my orgasm finally arrived.
My hand on her breast must have squeezed a bit harder as I heard her moan
a bit as well and I felt her free hand over mine, and then moving to her
other boob to cradle it in her hand. It was like my body was frozen
stiff, unable to move as the enormous feelings of pleasure swelled within
me and then burst out like a geyser erupting. All I had to do at this
point was simply press my hand against my screaming clit, letting just
the pressure maintain my orgasm as I came and came... and came more.
Kristi was rubbing herself like crazy now. With the way she was touching
herself and the almost constant litany of sighs and groans, she certainly
wasn't asleep at the moment but she kept her eyes closed and didn’t
actually SAY anything. Then, as the paralysis that had gripped me began
to dissipate, I felt her struggle under my arm and twist herself on her
back. I still had my arm around her, only now it was just below her
bosom, gripping her side. I stayed on my back so my leg just naturally
lifted up and rested on hers, letting my soaking wet crotch press against
her hip bone, feeling the hardness against my clit and making me cry out
slightly.
Kristi was awake now, for sure. She was looking at me without saying a
word, just this mischievous look on her face as she resumed masturbating,
this time with both hands on her crotch. Our eyes met and I could see
the staring on her face as she struggled to maintain her composure as she
rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy. The covers were thrown back now
and I could see her playing with herself. Damn she looked so hot! She
had one finger inside her pussy while rubbing her clit with her other
hand. I resumed my attention to her boobs, moving between them and then
finally leaving over to suckle her closest boob.
Whether it was my mouth on her nipple or she had just reached that point
of no return, whatever it was Kristi came. A loud “Oh fuck!” rang out
and then her lips pursed tightly shut and her head was thrown back as she
lifted her hips up against the two hands between them. She bounced on
the bed like she was being fucked, crying out to me to suck her tits and
bite her nipples ever harder. On and on it went, like she was some
orgasmic machine that once activated, wasn't going to stop until the
batteries ran out.
Eventually she DID calm down but not before she had driven herself to
another orgasm just as I thought she was through with the first. God she
must have been even hornier than me this morning! The room reeked of sex
and I could only imagine the state of the sheets under her butt about
now. So what if I had to do some extra laundry now? It was all worth it
though, no doubt about that!
“Wow... now THAT’S the way to wake up in the morning, eh cuz?” she
finally gasped in a soft tone, that sly grin still all over her face.
She turned to me and we hugged, pressing our nude bodies tight against
one another as we kissed. As horny as I was, even morning breath wasn't
going to stop me from enjoying her at this moment. Actually, I’d learned
long before the best way to cure THAT little problem was simply to lick
some pussy cum from your fingers! Just a little piece of free advice for
folks reading this...
The rest of the morning was rather uneventful. We were both “satisfied”,
at least for the moment, so after a quick shower and such, Kristi gave me
a kiss and headed back home. As for me, it WAS a beautiful day outside
and so far, it was beautiful inside as well.
Chapter 3 – Washing My Car
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With Kristi on her way home, I was left with the prospect of having to
wash the dirty car that waiting for me. It wasn't much of a car but I
was proud of it and I enjoyed washing it for the most part, especially
when I got to do it with friends or in front of other people. Face it,
the car wash had been the ultimate tease/fantasy for years. What would
be a charity car wash without the bikini girls trying to draw in traffic?
Nothing brings in bigger tips than a wet-short and no bra. Washing a car
provides so many opportunities to bend over, lean over, etc. without
being TOO obvious about it although everyone still knows what it going
on. Even church-sponsored car washes that I’ve taken part in seem to
wink at the blatant sexuality, all in the name of charity of course.
Unfortunately, today was going to be a bit more mundane in that my plans
were just to park the car at the bottom of my dad’s driveway and use the
hose to wash it off. The odds of anyone even noticing I was there were
pretty low but then you can’t expect EVERYTHING you do to have some
sexual connection, even car washing. This it was more because of the
weather than any conscious decision to tease that I chose to wear the
“traditional” carwash outfit - bikini bottoms and a t-shirt. Even though
it wasn't THAT hot this early in the year, with the sun out it was plenty
warm enough to get started on the summer tan.
I’d checked with my dad earlier in the week and was disappointed to learn
that he would be working downtown at his office all day Saturday but
then, what else was new? It would have been fun to tease him a bit while
washing the car. Heck, he may be my dad but he is still a guy and what
guy doesn’t get off watching a girl washing a car – provided she does it
right.
So anyway, I pulled in and drove down the driveway to where the garage
was and parked in the middle of the concrete slab. Punching in the code
to the garage door, it rose and I dragged out the hose and a bucket with
some rags that he kept around just for this. After I hooked up the hose
I went inside to get a bucket of hot water from the laundry sink, added
same car soap, and got to work.
First I rinsed it down and soon realized that while it might be warm and
sunny, there was more of a breeze than it first appeared to be. As I
sprayed the car, the wind blew some water back at me but I managed to
stay pretty dry until the stream hit one of the tires just right, causing
it to bounce back at me. I sputtered and spat as it hit my face and
dampened my T-shirt.
Looking down at what was now essentially a transparent T-shirt, thoughts
of my morning masturbation session with Kristi came back as I felt my
nipples poking through the wet cotton that clung to my boobs like Saran
Wrap. Suddenly it didn’t feel quite as warm out and my nipples tingled
with the impact of the cold water against them. From the way I was
responding, it was soon apparent that I was still horny and there’s just
one thing to do when you’re horny and all alone – masturbate!
Nobody was around – I hadn’t seen or heard a thing since I had pulled in,
so rather than bother going inside with my wet clothes I simply opened
the passenger door and sat sideways on the seat, my feet resting in the
wet pavement below me. At first I just placed my hands over the wet
material covering my boobs and squeezed them together. Mmmmmmm, it felt
better with my warm hands on me! Then I pulled up the T-shirt over my
boobs, feeling the breeze against the wet flesh, making my nipples tingle
even more. God, they were SO hard and sensitive now, perfect for someone
to suck on them and drive me wild! I love my boobs to be touched and
sucked. Perhaps one disadvantages, if you can call it that, of being
“easy” on a date was that guys would play with my boobs but as soon as
they found out they could continue around the bases they would go
straight for my pussy and never looked higher up again.
As much as I loved playing with my boobs, I WAS out in the middle of the
driveway so expediency was also a concern. I quickly pulled my shorts
down to my ankles, leaving them on so in case I should be surprised by
someone I could get them back in place more easily. Of course, that
depended on who should show up...
For the next ten or fifteen minutes I continued to masturbate in the
front seat. Leaning to my side against the car seat back, I held onto
the dash to keep my balance while my other hand played with my pussy –
which now was a lot wetter than it was just from the hose before, not to
mention a LOT warmer! Mmmmmmm, now if only I had a nice hard dick
available! I knew a few neighbors guys use to look at me a lot when I
lived at home and I would’ve bet some pretty good money that if any of
them had seen me this way that they might decide the heck with the
wife... but nobody seemed to be home this fine day. So it was just me
and my fingers – but that’s not so bad, is it?
When I came, I was thinking about being with Kristi and how it would have
been if she had been able to be here with me right now. God... to have
her mouth on my pussy right now would be heaven! One good thing when I
was done, I didn't have to worry about any wet spots showing up on my
cutoffs!
Chapter 4 – Uncle Paul and My Mom
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With THAT little “problem” out of the way, I went back to work on my car
washing efforts. I’d just gotten the car soaped down when I heard
another car pull into the driveway entrance above me. At first my
thoughts jumped to my just-finished masturbation fantasy – was Kristi
here... I was up for more if she was! But then I looked closer and
didn’t recognize the car at first, it certainly wasn't Kristi, nor was it
my dad’s SUV, the second thing that came to my mind as I thought for a
moment it might be my dad coming home early. He knew I would be here and
it wouldn't have surprised me if he took off work early to meet me here
but alas, that wasn't the case.
Then, much to my surprise, my Uncle Paul climbed of the car. That was
odd in that so far as I knew, he hadn’t stopped by our house in ages, as
in years.
“Dad’s at work!” I called out to him as he stood at the top of the
driveway, as if uncertain whether to go to the front door or come down to
where I was.
My uncle replied back down to me. “I know. I just need to borrow a
couple of tools from your dad’s workbench.”
Now THAT sounded a little suspicious. You see, my dad’s a great lawyer
but he’s not exactly the mechanical type. Sure, he tries to take care of
the little things around the house but it’s not like he maintains an
extensive tool collection or anything like that. When it comes to any
major plumbing or car repair, he just calls in the experts.
Uncle Paul walked down the steep decline towards me. I tried not to
smile as I noticed his eyes did exactly what 90% of most guys’ eyes when
they approached me – up and down with a pause at my chest – and often
that was as high as they got! Of course, being my uncle he was trying
not to be TOO obvious about it but it’s funny how guys think they can
look a girl over, blatantly undressing her with their eyes, and still
somehow think she doesn’t notice.
“Yeah, I called him earlier this morning and he said to just stop by. He
mentioned you would probably be here in case I had trouble getting in.”
Well, it was nice know my dad at least remembered I would be here, even
if he didn’t take the time to BE here when I was. It was no different
than most weekends while I was growing up. I guess you don't get to be a
senior partner working 8 to 5 on weekdays only.
I just shrugged, not thinking much about it and he disappeared into the
garage while I went back to my car washing.
“You know, you really look good in that outfit.”
He sort of startled me as I was concentrating on a particularly stubborn
dirty spot and had put my uncle out of my mind in the process. I
straightened up and in doing so, realized what a view I must have been
giving him, bending over at the waist to get towards the bottom of the
car door. My shorts would ride up pretty high when I did that, probably
giving him quite a tease between the crotch as there wasn't much material
left there to begin with and then to bend over and stretch it thin...
Uncle Paul was standing at the edge of the garage floor, empty-handed. I
wondered where the tools were that he was supposedly looking for. If he
expected ME to help him find them, well all I can say is good luck to
THAT. OK, so I know a hammer from a screwdriver but that's about it when
it comes to being a mechanic.
“Don't take this wrong but that was quite a view,” he chuckled, standing
there with his arms folded across his chest.
Well, I wasn't going to take it “wrong” but his remark certainly surprise
me as while I knew he had looked at me more than a few times when he
thought didn’t notice, he had never really said all that much to me, let
alone compliment me on my appearance. Certainly he had never made any
sort of suggestive remark to me ever before. I wasn't quite sure how to
respond so he picked up the conversation – if that’s what you could call
it.
“Soooooo... tell me Kelly, what did you think about our Easter get-
together at Jim’s?”
Hmmm, not what was he referring to? At this point I really wasn't sure
what he meant or where he was going at with this line of questioning so I
pretended to not understand what he said, causing him to reword his
question.
“What I was trying to ask was... did you have fun while we were all
there?”
Now he was starting to freak me out a little. Fun? As in what kind of
fun was he referring to? Certainly he didn’t mean the “fun: I had down
in the basement bedrooms as there was no way he could know anything about
THAT. So what was he getting at? I mean, spending the afternoon with
relatives isn’t exactly the most “fun: thing for most people.
Uncle Paul must have caught the puzzled look of my face. He paused for a
second, as if trying to decide whether or not to say something, and then
a sly grin appeared, like he was about to share a naughty secret with me.
“You know Kelly, I would’ve paid about anything just to see the look on
Shari’s face if she had seen what your dad was doing with that little
slut Tammy down in the basement.”
What the hell? How did he know about THAT? Uncle Paul started to laugh
at me as I must have amused him when my jaw dropped so far I was
surprised it didn’t hit the concrete.
“Oh come on Kelly, I know all about what he’s been doing with our little
niece. Shit, I have to say I’m a bit envious.”
I just stood there, not sure whether he was just shooting in the dark to
see how I responded or if he actually knew what he was talking about.
Perhaps he just suspected something, for whatever reason, and was hoping
that by coming out so boldly I would assume he knew everything and
confirm it for him. It was a stunt lawyers like to use but when your
dad’s a lawyer, you know about it so I wasn't ready to fall completely
into a potential minefield.
“Whatever are you talking about Uncle Paul?” I finally responded, trying
to act genuinely confused, as if I had no idea about what he was telling
me.
“Oh give me a break Kelly, I know everything... everything.”
With that he gave me a wink, leading me to wonder now what all he knew.
Was it just the Easter thing or more? If more, just how much more? Was
it just Tammy he knew about or what else? Thankfully it was my uncle
standing in front of me and not some investigator... or worse. Still, I
felt a little lightheaded as the realization began to sink in that he DID
know SOMETHING – just what was it though?
“Ummmmm, how did you find out?” I asked, deflecting his question with
another, hoping that maybe I could get a hint of what he knew by finding
out HOW he knew what he did. Well, it was like it was as much a game to
him as anything as he played me like a fine violin.
“Well..., it COULD have been her dad – we both know what an asshole my
youngest brother is,” he started out. Then he paused to see my response
but I tried to remain as blank as possible until finally he gave in and
laughed, saying, “BUT, it wasn’t.” Then he looked up in the sky as if
thinking and then threw out another scenario.
“Then again, it COULD have been YOUR dad – but then we both know he would
never say anything about it to anyone. John’s much too enamored with his
that corner office and six, or is it seven, figure salary to risk telling
anyone, even me... or should I say ESPECIALLY me?”
Again he paused for effect and again I remained silent, neither
confirming nor denying anything he was saying. He seemed to be having a
lot of fun but it was at my expense and I was starting to get a bit
perturbed.
“Of course, I simply COULD have just noticed the way he looked at her and
then, when the two of them disappeared for half an hour, just put two and
two together,” he said, rubbing his hands together like he was weaving
some sordid plot together. He was actually grinning at my discomfort, a
little annoying if you asked me.
As I waited for him to continue his little performance, my mind was
racing. He obviously knew SOMETHING. So who the hell DID tell him?
Something told me it had to be relatively recently as that was likely why
he had arranged to be here with me – and when my dad was not around so
what did THAT tell me? Well, I said before that I wasn’t a mechanic and
it looks like a private investigator gig is not in my future either. I
simply had no idea where this was all leading.
“OK, ok, can you stop this and just tell me?” I said with a bit of a
huff.
Paul grinned even wider and I could tell he was trying to get the maximum
effect as he paused before revealing the final answer, like watching some
silly reality show where the audience has to wait for the inane music to
finish before they reveal who is getting kicked off the show.
“Well, you might not believe me but I swear it’s the truth... your mother
did.”
What?? Now of all the possibilities that had been running through my
head, all the different situations and scenarios, NONE of them included
my mother. Now I was sure something was up with Uncle Paul after telling
me what was obviously a malicious lie. Of anyone who knew about such
things in our family, my mom was the LAST person I would ever have
suspected of speaking to someone about it. I was starting to feel my
face turn red and it wasn't the result of another orgasm. I was getting
pissed – royally! It was bad enough to tease me and taunt me but to
bring in my mom, after what had happened to her last year, was not only
an obvious lie but demonstrated some pretty poor taste as well.
“That’s ridiculous,” I spat back at him, feeling genuinely mad at him
now. What the hell was he trying to prove anyway?
“Hey, it’s true and I can prove it,” he responded, unshaken by the acid
tone in my voice, “How else would I know about the time he first did her
in the cabin by the lake?”
Now THAT shook me. It was one thing to infer something from the party
last week, assuming my dad had been a little less discreet that he should
have been. But the bit about the cabin, an obvious reference to when my
dad took Tammy’s virginity back when she was just fourteen... now THAT
was not something he could have just guessed at, not at all.”
“Why would my mom tell you about anything like that?” I asked, then
realizing I had essentially confirmed his story, assuming that is what he
was pursuing. At the same time, I was voicing the exact same thing that
was echoing in my head. Assuming someone HAD told him about my dad and
Tammy, and to make the wild assumption it was my mom, that still left the
wide open question of WHY would she have done such a thing, not to
mention why was I finding out about it just now?
“You know Kelly... you might be surprised at what your mother told me.
There’s a LOT of things I know that you don't know I know I bet.”
Oh yeah? Like what? This time I wasn't going to fall for his trap and
refused to reply. He seemed to get the hint and carried on towards
whatever his goal was here. A devious grin came over his face as he said
in a conspiratorial tone, “I bet you have no idea that your mom and me
use to do the nasty.”
This was insane. I leaned back against my wet car, not sure my legs were
going to support me much longer. Oh my god, my mom and Uncle Paul? Get
out of here!
“You and mom? I don't think so. She would have told me.”
Paul smiled at me and shook his head. “You know, mothers don't always
tell their daughter EVRERYTHING. Besides, for some reason she didn’t
want your dad to know... I don't know why and that’s the truth.”
“But when...”
“Oh, for years now. I think it was about the same time John started with
you.”
OK, everything up until now was a surprise, to be sure, but THAT comment
was a total shock to my system. What the hell was going on here? When
was he even telling me about it?
“For crying out loud Kelly, be real. Do you really think your mom was
THAT much of a saint that she could just sit back and watch her husband
doing her daughter over and over again and not want something new for
herself? Your mom was a VERY sexual woman and so she did what she had to
do.”
“I don't believe you,” I protested, angry at him for trying to make my
mother into something she wasn’t when she couldn't defend herself. :Mom
was NEVER jealous of me. She was happy to see me and him together.”
“Well, maybe not jealous – poor choice of words I guess, but it certainly
got her horny as hell. Remember... by the time you were done with him,
that didn't leave much for her.”
It was like my whole world was turning upside down. I’ve always had this
imagine of my mother that I’ve carried since I first started having sex
with my dad. So many times she had assured me that she wasn't upset or
jealous when my dad did me. In fact, I’m not sure how I would’ve reacted
had I known the truth when she was alive – certainly extremely guilty,
that’s for sure.
“But how did you start... why?”
As much as he was telling me what he was, that question was apparently
out of bounds as he replied, “well... I think that’s something that
should remain between me and her, OK?”
“So you’ve known all this time about me and them?” I asked, trying to get
a handle on just how much he knew and what he had done with my mom. God,
he seemed so proud of himself it was almost disgusting
“Yep, everything. Just about everything I guess.”
My uncle was still standing about ten feet or so from me at the entrance
to the garage. So far he not made a move towards me which was fine with
me. I had enough to deal with as it was just trying to put all the
pieces together in my head. I felt like a jigsaw puzzle that has just
been dumped out on the table from the box.
I turned away from him momentarily, opening the driver-side car door and
taking a seat sideways, similar to what o had done earlier when I
masturbate on the other side except this time it wasn't that I was too
horny to stand, I just HAD to sit down and try to make sense of
everything. When I looked up, he had walked over to the car and stood
there in front of me, his arm resting on the top of the car window as he
looked down at me with a small smile.
“You know Kelly, your mother loved you very much and I know that she
would never do anything – or NOT do anything, that she thought might have
hurt you so don't blame her for anything, ok?”
I looked up and asked, “So just you and my mom?”
He could have interpreted that a number of ways but fortunately he took
it as I had hoped.
“If you mean you Aunt Linda or Kristi... no, I’ve never touched them nor
do I think they know any more about me and your mom than you or your dad.
Let’s just say you mom and me both had ‘needs” at times and it just
worked out for the best to keep it between the two of us.”
It was funny in a way. I’ve had many people ask me if my mom ever got
jealous of my dad fucking me or if she ever felt left out. For the past
eight years I’ve always assured people that she wasn't jealous, that she
enjoyed watching her husband and daughter together. I always claimed it
was my dad with the heavier sex drive, that my mom was satisfied with
what she got when I wasn't there.
Boy, talk about being WRONG! How could I have been so blind... so
gullible for that matter? Was it because it was what I WANTED to
believe? Would I have felt guilt or remorse had I known the truth, that
my mother was forced to seek sexual satisfaction with another man because
I was taking her place with my father? It was like learning that the
Bible was a forgery or something similarly catastrophic in my basic core
belief system.
“So why tell me now?” I asked plaintively.
Well, I was about to find out...
Chapter 5 – Uncle Paul Fulfills His Fantasy
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By now I would’ve said there was nothing that could’ve surprised me any
further today. My world had been turned upside down and what I really
wanted was to just go home, lie on the couch and try to make sense of
everything my uncle had dumped on me. Instead, here I was, sitting
sideways on the car seat, my feet on the driveway, holding on to the
steering wheel for support. The back door was open as well from when I
had been washing the bottom, creating a three- sided barrier around me
with the garage in front of me. It reminded me of when I was a little
girl and had to pee REALLY bad while we were traveling. My dad would
fuss and fume but if I pleaded hard enough he would stop on the side of
the road, opening the doors like this so I could squat to pee without the
people driving by seeing me.
I had asked why my uncle had told me all this now but instead of telling
me, Uncle Paul stepped in between the doors and without another word or
hesitation, he simply unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them, reaching
down inside with his right hand to pull out his semi-hard dick. My wide
eyes must have told him everything.
“Kelly!... Why are you trying to act so surprised? Trust me, if anyone
does, I KNOW you’re a fucking slut who can’t get enough. Shit, I bet
that pussy’s already getting warm as toast just at the sight of my dick,
isn’t it?... isn’t it?”
He had me there. It wasn't like my uncle as all that bad looking, for
his age at least. I’d seen him undressing me with his eyes enough while
growing up to know he harbored the same thoughts I suppose a lot of
uncles do for their nieces. Of course, I assume almost none of them ever
ACT on those thoughts and fantasies, or even admit them to anyone else.
Now all this talk about sex and incest, while coming at me as a bit of a
surprise, to say the least, had made me horny as hell so of course my was
pussy was heating up again. I hadn’t fully lost all the sensations from
my most recent orgasm while masturbating just before he had gotten here.
Funny how things work sometimes. While I was masturbating I was wishing
a nice hard dick would appear and lo and behold, one had!
As horny as I was and as luscious as his dick looked right there in front
of me, I wasn't about to just give in to him without making him work for
it a little. I DID have a little pride, not to mention a reputation to
live up to.
“So you think I’m just going to suck your dick now?” I teased him, my
turn now, “You think you can just wave it in front of me and I'll lean
forward and suck it, like a dog being offered a treat?”
Uncle Paul grinned, “I have to admit that the thought HAD occurred to
me.”
“I bet you want to fuck me too, don't you Uncle Paul?” I teased him.
In for a penny, in for a pound as they say. If he thought I was as slut
before, it was going to be nothing to what he thought about me when this
was over with... not if I had anything to say about it. Besides, he was
family and while I would never admit it to him, I DID feel a certain
sense of obligation to submit myself to him as he was the brother of my
father. It was just like when I gave myself to Uncle Jim, despite my
disgust and revulsion towards him. My dad wanted me to let him fuck
me... so I did. Wouldn't the same apply to his older brother as well?
Even if my dad never found about his brother and my mom, what if he found
out that I had turned away my Uncle Paul – and then press to find out the
details about why It had all come about in the first place?
“Well, THAT thought had also occurred to me,” I responded, trying to make
it as clear as possible that he would do whatever he wanted with me
without coming right out and saying it.
Then a thought occurred to me as he stood there stroking his growing dick
for me to watch, “What about Aunt Julie?”
“What about her?” Uncle Paul replied flippantly, “Like, can’t a guy want
to fuck a hot girl without worrying about his wife? Face it, it’s not
like I was being exactly faithful to her when I was with your mother.”
Oh well, what the hell? Besides, technically this was different from
fucking other married men in that I was a direct family member, well at
least as direct as you can call a niece which was always good enough for
my parents. If Uncle Paul was fucking me or my mom, he wasn't committing
adultery, at least not technically. Now I doubt Aunt Julie would’ve seen
it quite the same way but then, that's why she could never find out about
it. At least there was nothing morally unethical about it, at least from
a religious perspective.
Besides the current situation, to be honest I HAD thought about doing it
with Uncle Paul in the past, especially when I would catch him undressing
me with his eyes. Plus, he was the only guy left in our immediate family
that I hadn’t fucked. I can't count my cousin’s husbands as they are
related only by marriage and I barely know them anyway. No... Uncle
Paul was the last open slot on my family “scorecard” – although it was
one I’d written off, never expecting to fill.
“So why now?” I asked again as he stroked his dick, seemingly becoming
impatient with my questions.
“Oh I don’t know... I guess it was Easter that got me thinking... and
then seeing you looking so fucking hot today... Shit man, do you have ANY
idea how jealous I’ve been of my brother getting to fuck you and your
cousins.”
Again, I couldn't help but think it was too bad Kristi hadn’t waited
another half hour to leave. Now THAT might have proven to be
interesting! Oh well, this just meant I got him all to myself and
there’s definitely something to be said for that.
“I bet you wish you could fuck your daughters, don't you?” I said softly.
It was a shot in the dark but I had a good feeling about it. But he
surprised me...
“What, with Ginny’s fake boobs and Laura’s fat ass? Nawwwwww, I’ve been
dying to get you and Kristi though – not to mention little Tammy was
well.”
He had been stroking his dick the entire time, not moving any closer but
just allowing me to watch him extend and thicken as he stroked himself
for me as we talked. Enough was enough so I reached out and grabbed his
almost hardened cock. A quick thought went through my head as I mentally
compared his tool with his brothers’. If I was being honest, none of
them were overly endowed. Apparently my cousin Rick must have inherited
his good fortune from his mother’s side of the family, NOT something I’m
sure she knew a lot about. When was the last time she had seen her son’s
dick – when he was six maybe? I had strong doubts that she had EVER seen
him with an erection. Oh well, that was HER loss.
What the heck, why not? Leaning forward, I took the head of my uncle’s
stiffening dick in my mouth and then slowly, deliberately, allowed his
entire dick to push inside my mouth as my tongue ran along the bottom.
He groaned mightily when my face became buried in his dense black pubic
hair while I sucked as hard as I could on his cock. He was OK, size
wise, but even so it wasn't hard to keep him all in my mouth while
breathing through my nose – a technique my mom had taught me and I
wondered if he recognized it?
“Jesus H. Christ, I can’t believe this is happening!” he groaned as I
looked up to see him looking back down on me, a look of pure pleasure on
his face.
Heck, I hadn’t even gotten started yet! It then occurred to me that it
had likely been thirty years since he’d had a girl my age sucking his
dick – probably his wife back then assuming Aunt Julie have even given
him head. If the guys who write to me are indicative of the population
in general, there are a lot of wives out there who don't give head, or at
least not very good.
Pulling my head back, I grabbed his cock in my hand as I lifted my head
up to look at him. “So... do you like your dick in my mouth Uncle Paul?”
His eyes rolled as if to say it was the most ridiculous question he’d
ever heard. “Shit, don't stop... it feels great.”
Regardless of whether or not my aunt gave him head during their marriage,
if he had really been fucking my mom as he claimed to have over the past
few years, I knew she was pretty damn good at giving blowjobs herself.
After all, she was the one to give me my first lessons although I like to
think the student surpassed the master before long. So while it had been
quite a while since he was sucked off by my mom, it wasn't like he’d
never had it done to him. Still, it’s always nice to be appreciated for
your efforts!
Uncle Paul put his hands on the back of my head, pulling me back into his
crotch so I simply opened my mouth and let him push his dick back inside.
He was fully erect now and I could feel the wooden firmness of his shaft
in my mouth. Still, he couldn't have been more than six inches now that
he was full erect so it wasn't much of a challenge so far as taking him
all in went. Not like I was going to tell him that though!
Once again I pulled back but this time instead of gabbing with him I used
my tongue to lick up and down his shaft, swirling it around the base of
his mushroom cock head and then back down along the sensitive underside
of his now fully-erect dick. With my other hand, I gently fondled his
hairy balls, rolling them tenderly in my hands as I was careful not to be
TOO aggressive with them. Then I started pumping my head on his dick as
his hips began to thrust himself in and out, keeping in time with me
while driving his dick even deeper into my mouth than before.
“Fuck! I love watching you suck my dick,” he said hoarsely, his lust
beginning to grow and develop more and more within him.
Of course, the LAST thing I wanted at this moment was for him to cum.
Heck, it took my dad forever as it was to recover at his age and my uncle
was a lot older so I could only imagine what it would take to get him
hard again once he’d cum. I’d probably have to wait until the next day!
“So do you still wanna fuck me Uncle Paul?” I teased him. Like I didn’t
know the answer to THAT one!
He was breathing pretty heavy now but that didn't stop him from getting
out a crisp, “Hell yes!”. There wasn’t all that much room the way we
were situated and for a moment I considered suggesting that we move into
the house but then I figured, why not do it out here? Heck, I bet he
would be masturbating for the rest of his life as he recalled fucking me
out in the middle of the driveway with nothing but two car doors hiding
us from the neighbors. It wasn't like we were THAT much out in the open.
The way the hills ran on the outer side of the driveway was a tall
retaining wall so unless our neighbors happen to step out at this moment,
nobody else had a line of sight from the direction. Then in back the
hill sloped down just as much as it did upward to the front of the house
so nobody was going to see anything with a high-power telescope mounted
across the valley behind us.
I stood up and turned away from him, then leaned into the car holding
myself up on my hands and arms on the car seat, leaving my butt sticking
up and out towards him like target. I’d done my part, now it was up to
him to take the baton and continue onward.
“God you have the most incredible ass,” I heard him gasp as I felt his
hands on my all but bare butt.
Granted, I wasn't wearing my sluttiest thing by any means, but even this
bottom piece didn't leave a lot to the imagination. He took one hand and
I felt him run it up along the inside of my right thigh and then approach
my crotch. He reached inside of the crotch my bottoms and pulled them to
the side.
Then his fingers were on my pussy and I could feel him groping me, trying
to work their way between my wet pussy lips. “Mmmmmmm, I’ve never felt a
shaved pussy before,” he murmured, as much to himself as to me.
I knew my mom had barely trimmed her, preferring to keep it as full as
she could while maintaining a little modesty in her bikini. If my Aunt
Julie was anything like my mom or Aunt Linda, no doubt hers was full and
bushy as well, especially since she was a lot older than they were.
While porn sites would have you think all women shaved or radically
trimmed their pussies these days, I knew that simply wasn't the case,
especially among women in the older generations. So I guess it must have
been something new and special for my uncle to put his hand on my crotch
and feel nothing but smooth skin!
As he groped me I didn’t say a word, just wiggled my butt enough to let
him know I was enjoying what he was doing to me. He started to rub his
finger up and down my pussy slit, trying to find the entrance to my
pussy, wetting his finger and me in the process.
Then it was my turn to gasp as his fingertip pressed itself into me, soon
to be followed by the rest of his finger. He wiggled it inside of me
like a worm on a hook, then pulled it out and slid it up along my pussy
lips until he came to my clit. Again I gasped, but much louder this
time, as the tip pressed against my clit, making me shiver with pleasure
as he rubbed it in little circles around my sensitive bud.
“Oh Uncle Paul, that feels so good!: I whispered to him, not wanting to
break the mood as he rubbed me faster.
I could have let him do that all day but he wasn't patient enough, not by
a long shot, to just stand there and make me feel good. No, my Uncle
Paul had other thoughts on his mind!
Indeed, even as he was playing with my pussy with one hand, the other
must have been busy as well because I felt the head of his dick push
against my butt and then slide over to my ass crack where he drove it up
my crack as he pressed into me until I could feel his pubic hair against
my ass. He pulled his hand that was on my crotch out, letting him press
in even closer to me. Up and down he slid his hard dick, rubbing it
along my ass between my butt cheeks over my bikini bottom.
Evidently he was frustrated with my bottoms being in the way as I heard
him grumble something to himself and he back up. Suddenly my bikini
bottom slid down my legs as he grabbed them on each side and pulled them
unceremoniously to my ankles where I stepped out of them on one side
while he left them dangling from my other ankle over my sneaker. The
thought occurred to me that should my neighbors come home and look down,
they would be getting a pretty good view of my bare butt but fortunately
they seemed to be away for the weekend. Not that I would have
necessarily cared, mind you, but still I couldn’t help but think about
it.
“Damn! What a fuckin’ great ass!” Uncle Paul sighed as he must have
stood there staring at my bottom, now totally bare before him.
He put one hand on each butt cheek, squeezing them as if he was comparing
two melons in the grocery store. It felt good – I LOVE my ass to be
played with. Now that’s NOT to say I like anal sex. There’s a huge
difference between playing WITH my ass and putting something IN it!!
While my asshole may be a one-way street, I’ve always loved the feel of
someone fondling my butt, especially in public. Even with jeans on I
like to walk through the mall or go shopping with a boy’s hand firmly
grabbing my ass, watching the people stare – some getting turned on and
other’s clucking away at what a slut I was.
Once again I could feel his dick against my bottom, this time running
between my ass cheeks without the fabric of my bikini bottom in the way.
It felt nice to feel his warm stiff dick sliding between them, his curly
pubic hair tickling me slightly when it came in contact. He was really
stiff and I knew he wasn't going to wait much longer before he fucked me
– and I was right.
“You’re really such a slut... aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically, not so
much ASKING me but TELLING me what he thought of me.
I wondered how many times he’d looked at me while I was growing up and
imagined doing just what he was about to do? Had he ever discussed
fucking me with my dad? Even if it wasn't about that actual act, but
just the idea of doing me? Maybe he’d talked about it with my Uncle Jim?
It wasn't hard to imagine two brothers talking about fucking their oldest
niece over a beer at night. Had he ever confided to my mother his more
lustful desires for me? I caught myself wondering if she’d ever role-
played for him, pretending to be her daughter for him?
“Well, why don't you quit teasing me and fuck me then?”
He just chuckled in response to my question. Of course, it wasn't so
much as question as an invitation, one he was more than willing to accept
– as if he needed one at this point anyway.
“Yeah, you want it, don’t you,” he growled, “You want my dick in you..
you want it bad. You’re such a slut you can’t stand having a hard dick
around you without it fucking you, can you.”
It was more like he was expressing his own fantasies about me than
actually asking me anything. Then again, right about now he was right.
While I may have been a little guilty of playing with him before, teasing
him and acting the way I knew he expected me to, the time for toying
around was over though. Yes, I DID want to be fucked and yes, I DID want
it bad. REALT BAD. I’m not sure guys always appreciate that girls can
want their dicks inside of them just as much, if not more, than the guy
wants to get it in her. While I have no idea what it feels like to have
a dick protruding from me, enveloped by a girl’s wet pussy, I DO know
what it feel like to be on the other end of the equation. Enough so that
it was the one thing I wanted at this moment, the only thing I could
think about, the thing that consumed my thoughts and was driving me
crazy. God, I wanted to be fucked! I wished he would just quit yakking
and get his dick in me – the sooner and deeper, the better.
While I can’t speak for ALL women, I think I do for most when I say that
I just LOVE the feeling of a man’s stiff dick as it presses against me
like a ram trying to break down the gates of a heavily fortified city.
It’s always seemed so ironic to me that as badly as I might want it in
me, my pussy still seems to defend itself, staying tightly closed as if
trying to deflect the offending cock that is trying so desperately to
violate it. Sometimes it’s like I feel I am going crazy when every part
of me is crying out to have him in me, yet I'll see him struggling to
shove it in me that first time as ,my tight pussy resists him.
Then, it’s like magic as either my pussy gives up in the face of
overwhelming forces, or maybe it finally gets the message from the rest
of my body that the so-called intruder is actually a most welcome guest.
Either way, there is that intense feeling of the most insane pleasure
that comes at the moment when my pussy relaxes just enough to allow his
dick to push its way into me for the first time (at least, the first time
this go-around). For just a moment, there is a feeling of pain, like I’m
being split apart and there’s no way he can possibly fit in me.
Considering how many times I’ve been fucked over the years, you’d think I
wouldn't feel that way but in every case, almost without fail, I still
do. Then as he slides into me, I can feel him filling me up inside with
his dick, feeling the warmth of his dick as it drives into me,
stimulating the millions of nerve endings inside of me in a way nothing
but a real man’s cock can do. Yes... it’s like magic!
Uncle Paul was right, I wanted him to fuck me... BAD!
“Stick it in my pussy Uncle Paul,” I begged, “Oh fuck me Uncle Paul...
fuck me!”
Damn, I just know he had to be dying to fuck me but somehow he managed to
restrain himself, to hold himself back, apparently trying to stretch this
out moment for as long as possible. I knew that he would always remember
this moment, listening to his niece begging him to fuck him, feeling so
good about himself as this girl half his age cried out for him to take
her as his prize.
Then... FINALLY! His dick was finally trying to get inside of me. Sure
enough, the pressure against me was incredible as he tried valiantly to
drive it into me, his stiff cock threatening to bend and break under the
pressure as he tried to get it in me. True, it would have helped if he
had it lined up right but I wasn't about to say anything that might make
him think it was due to anything other than my pussy being so tight.
“Holy shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he groaned as I felt him grab his
cock and rub it around my pussy hole, wetting the head and making me all
the wetter at the same time.
Then my uncle made another go at it, this time hitting the mark perfectly
and sure enough, it was like the most incredible thing imaginable – his
dick was sliding into me!
“Oh Uncle Paul, Oh yeah... fuck me... I love it in me,” I moaned,
“Deeper... Deeper in me!”
It took several more thrusts the first time but then he was in all the
way. Once again I felt his coarse pubic hair against me but this time
his dick wasn't in the way – it was buried inside of me instead. He
swiveled his hips, grinding himself into me, as if he was trying to
literally screw me with his dick and draw himself in even further.
“Oh fuck, I can’t believe how tight you are... god it’s been forever
since I felt a cunt this tight!”
I’m sure it wasn't hurting any that I was squeezing down on him as much
as I could as well. I loved the feel of his dick inside of me. As much
as I had enjoyed masturbating with Kristi earlier today, it was nothing
compared to me laid by a man. The reason is simple – no women, no dildo,
nothing artificial can EVER can substitute for the real deal – a hard,
erect cock pressed deep inside of me. You can take the biggest, most
throbbing and vibrating dildo ever made and I would trade it I an instant
for the smallest dick. I just love a REAL dick in me, what can I say?
Uncle Paul was grunting and groaning now. Anyone listening to a
recording of this would think he was working out in the gym rather than
screwing his niece. His hands were gripping my bare hips like twin vise-
grips, pulling and pushing me in time with his thrusts as he would
literally slam into my ass as he drove himself into me and then pull out
until just the tip of his dick was in me before reversing course again
and driving it into me like a pile driver.
It would have been fun to have tried some other positions but a couple of
things prevented us from doing it. First, there was the lack of space.
Unless I got out and sat on the hood of the car or something, there
weren’t many options available under the circumstances. As exhibitionist
as I may be, I doubt my uncle could ever be horny enough to be THAT
flagrant.
Then, and more importantly, my uncle wasn't going to last long enough to
turn this into a gymnastics event anyway. After my blowjob and now him
fucking me, fulfilling what must have been quite the ongoing fantasy for
him, I was actually pleasantly surprised he hadn’t blown yet as it was.
Indeed, judging by the sounds he was making, the speed of his strokes and
the frantic manner he was now fucking me, I figured he was about ready to
cum at any moment. The only remaining question was, where?
Well, I didn’t have to ask as he took the initiative. Suddenly he pulled
out of me, leaving my pussy feeling empty and still horny as hell.
Grabbing me, he pulled me up and twisted me around, pushing me to my
knees on the hard concrete driveway. Heck, he could have just told me
“assume the position” and I would have gladly done so without all the
manhandling!
“Open your mouth... hurry, I’m gonna cum,” he instructed me as he stroked
his dick in front of my face.
Damn, if he only knew how much I hated this state. Clearly, Uncle Paul
had been watching too many porn videos on the internet and was influenced
enough by them to believe a girl actually enjoyed watching a man jerk
himself off in front of her face. Well HELLO! Whatever happened to the
good old days when girl would suck a guy off until he blew his load?
Like, I wanted to suck his dick until he came, not watch him masturbate
two inches in front of my face! In a way, it was a bit of a turn-off, as
if he was telling me the only way he could get off was to jerk himself
while I watched.
Oh well, better something than nothing I guess so I opened my mouth like
a fish out of water, laying my head back as I waited for him to explode.
It wasn't much of a wait as he groaned even louder this time and then I
watched the tip of his dick until I saw him ejaculate his first load of
cum. It flew up and almost over my head, most likely making my hair a
sticky mess. He corrected his trajectory for the next one, hitting my
mouth perfectly, shooting his cum in against the back of my throat and on
my tongue where it started to form a puddle. As for the rest of it, it
seemed to go everywhere, some of it adding to the puddle on my tongue
while most of it was my face and neck. I must have looked like a real
cum-slut now, my face and head covered with his creamy cum. Most likely
exactly the look he was hoping for.
As his last load barely made it to my face, I leaned forward and took his
now exhausted dick in my mouth, sucking the last few drops of cum from
it. He groaned as my lips caressed his sensitive cock and then
practically jumped as my tongue played along the underside of the head.
“Oh shit that feel so good!” he moaned as I bobbed on his rapidly
dwindling erection. No doubt it would be hours before it could recover
to its former glory, but hey, it had done the job nicely the first time
and I wasn't complaining
“Shit, you look like such a fuckin’ cum slut,” he said, looking down at
my cum- covered face as I suckled his now soft dick. “You know, Julie
has never let me cum on her face.”
Now THAT was interesting... Had he ever done this before with a girl? I
was curious if my mom had allowed him but he didn't offer up that
information and it made me feel funny to ask him anything my mother under
the circumstances. Still, I knew she wasn't a big fan of facials so
maybe I was indeed his first, at least when it came to letting him shoot
his dick on my face and head.
Uncle Paul quickly pulled his jeans back up and zipped and buckled them.
As he did, I turned around and sat bare-bottomed on the car seat. He
reached over to where the towels were that I had originally planned to
use to dry off my car, grabbing one and hanging it to me. I smiled
gratefully and tried to wipe as much of his messy cum off of me as I
could.
“Wow, you really gave me a load Uncle Paul,” I complimented him, looking
at the number of cum stains on the towel.
He grinned proudly at me, not saying anything for the moment. Reaching
down, I put my foot back in the bikini bottom and then pulled it up,
wiggling it under me as I got it back in place again. As I did, it
occurred to me he’d never even seen my bare boobs, let alone touch them
under my wet t-shirt. Well, I guess my Uncle Paul wasn't much of a boob
guy. Then again, I thought about his remark about his older daughter’s
boob job and I guess it wasn’t such a surprise after all.
“You know Kelly, I’d sorta appreciate it if you didn't tell your dad
about all this today,” he finally said.
I looked at him curiously, a little puzzled. Then he reminded me that my
dad didn’t know anything about what he and my mom had done. I thought
for a moment and shrugged my shoulders, as if to say, “No matter, who
cares?”
“Well, I better get back before Julie sends out the hounds hunting for
me,” he said, breaking a rather awkward silence, “Hey, thanks... you
really ARE a great fuck... better than your mom even.”
With that he left, not even hugging me or kissing me. For that matter,
he hadn’t hugged OR kissed me while we had sex either. It was like he
was focused on one thing – his dick’s needs. Starting with the BJ and
progressing to fucking me, it had all been about attending to his dick
and nothing about me except whatever “collateral damage” he could inflict
on me in the process.
As he drove off, I couldn’t help but compare him to my other uncle.
While Uncle Paul wasn't nearly the asshole that my Uncle Jim was, in many
ways you could see the similarities between the two brothers. Both
thought only of themselves, not doing anything to try and make me feel
good other than what just happened to happen. Once they came, it was
over with no concern as to whether MY needs had been satisfied. Both
liked to cum ON me and not IN me, something I attribute to some
domination fantasy many men seem to harbor.
Well, I would do as I promised and not say anything to my dad. I also
made a mental vow that this would be the only time my Uncle Paul fucked
me. It wasn't like he had anything to hold over me, like my Uncle Jim
did. Neither Ginny or Laura would be fucking my dad in this lifetime so
Uncle Paul didn’t have the leverage to blackmail me into having sex with
him.
As I finished drying off my car, I wonder what my Uncle Paul would say if
he knew that he was just as much, if not more, of a notch on MY belt as I
was on his? From now on, every time he saw me he would remember this day
and how good it felt to feel my mouth on him and to feel his dick inside
of me. However, whereas if I needed to get laid I had plenty of options,
he was pretty much stuck with his wife and all seeing me would do would
be to remind him of what he had just once...
...and will never have again. Seems only fair considering the
circumstances, wouldn’t you agree?
THE END