Subject: Surprising Uncle (MF, incest, oral, exhib)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: May 2, 2009
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
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Summary:
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:
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 40, 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 know 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
friends 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 fro 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. Mmmmm, 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 laying 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 it’s 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.
Mmmmm, 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. O 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.
“Ohhhhh!” 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
though 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. Mmmmm, 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! Mmmm, 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.
“Soooo... 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 decided 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?
“Ummmm, 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 gong 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.”
He 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 have said there was nothing that could have 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 cant 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 mf 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? Nawwww, 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 though 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.
“Mmmmm, 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 cant 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 it’s 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 me 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 he 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 gong 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,” 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 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.”
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 as 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 of, 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
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