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