Subject:     Thanksgiving Brothers
Story Codes: MF MMMF F-solo M-solo incest father daughter uncle niece
Diary Date:  November 26, 2009
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Thanksgiving has always been a time for our family to get together.  Each 
year we switch off as to who hosts the event and this year it was my 
dad's turn.  As things turned out, his brothers had more to be thankful 
for by the time the day was over.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - My Dad and His Brothers
   Chapter 2 - Preparing for Guests
   Chapter 3 - Teasing and Flirting
   Chapter 4 - Thoughts of Revenge
   Chapter 5 - Uncle Paul Goes First
   Chapter 6 - Uncle Jim Gets His Turn
   Chapter 7 - Alone at Last With My Dad


Chapter 1 - My Dad and His Brothers
===================================
Most of this has been stated in past diary entries and I also post a 
family tree on my website so I'll try to keep this brief for those who 
aren't familiar with my family background...

My dad has two brothers, Paul who is now 52, seven years older than my 
dad, and Jim who at 43 is two years younger.  Due to the age differences, 
my dad and Jim were closer with each other growing up than they were with 
Paul.  For example, by the time my dad entered high school, Paul had 
already graduated and was away at college.  Paul eventually married my 
Aunt Julie and they produced two girls, Ginny (29 now) and Laura (26).  
Both of my cousins are now married with children, just your everyday 
typical soccer moms.  All of them are still living relatively close to 
one another on the north side of Pittsburgh yet other than family 
functions I never see much of them.  While when we DO get together we all 
get along fine for the most part, I can't say we're very close.

In high school the two younger brothers apparently had quite the 
reputation (at least from what my mother and her sister have told me) for 
chasing the girls, especially the younger ones.  Being the older brother, 
my dad would lead the way while his younger brother tried to match him 
with the typical drive of a younger sibling trying to upstage the older 
one.  

The younger brothers dated two sisters, Mary, who would eventually become 
my mom and Linda, her younger sister.  Over time they dated in various 
combinations, sometimes together but usually separate.  All of them loved 
sex so that sort of became the glue that held their relationships 
together.  As to who was hornier and pushed the hardest for sex, the 
answer seemed to depend on who I asked.  Of course my dad claims it was 
all him, trying to act like everything was all his idea like some macho 
guy.

Personally, I believe my mom's version of the story more.  While 
crediting my dad with much of it, she "blamed" her younger sister Linda 
for being the one to initiate some of the more crazier things they did.  
Considering Linda was only twelve and still in seventh grade when my dad 
did her for the first time (although it wasn't HER first time as she had 
lost her virginity to her father five months earlier), and knowing how 
she behaves at times to this day, I have no problem believing she was the 
chief instigator much of the time.

Mary married my dad and became my mom not long afterwards.  Linda married 
another guy she thought she was in love with but unfortunately things 
didn't work out.  After having their first (and only) daughter Kristen, 
he became insanely jealous of her incestual relationships with her father 
and brother-in- law (my dad).  She had told him everything before they 
got married so it wasn't like he was blind-sided or anything.  Forced to 
choose between her husband and family, my aunt did the only thing she 
could - she divorced him.

After my mom died in a freak car accident last year, my aunt moved in a 
few months ago with my father.  Odds are there will never be anything 
overly romantic between them given their long history, but they seem 
comfortable with each other in a mature sort of way and I think they are 
both happier now.

Aunt Linda's move left Kristen alone in their house which provided me 
with an excellent opportunity to lower my monthly expenses by moving in 
with her.  Given my sub-par wages as a private Christian elementary 
school teacher, it certainly helped the old checkbook.  Before anyone 
asks, unlike when her mom was with her, we sleep in separate bedrooms!

As for Uncle Jim, he married a girl he met at church who became my Aunt 
Shari.  They have three kids, Rick is 21, Kate is 19 and Tammy is now 17 
(which seems unbelievable to me!).  Our families have always hung around 
together a lot since we live near one another but the dynamics have been 
odd, to say the least.  When he married my aunt, I don't think he really 
understood just how crazy she was in terms of religion.  

Now I consider myself a born-again Christian and have always put God 
first in my life, but she drives me totally nuts!  I always wondered how 
he managed to keep her from knowing that even after he married her, he 
still had sex with the two sisters he'd fucked so many times back in high 
school (mostly Linda, but now and then my mom).  I guess the fear of what 
she would do to him in his sleep if she found out kept him from doing 
anything that would ever let her discover his incestual desires.

If my Aunt Shari would have been upset at finding out her husband was 
fucking her sister-in-laws, that is nothing compared to what she would do 
if she knew about her youngest daughter and son.  Rick and I use to have 
sex a lot when we were teens.  I suppose she would have been upset about 
it just based on the principle that we weren't married as much as 
anything, not to even begin to touch on the incestual issues.  What would 
have REALLY set her off would be if she knew her precious Tammy had 
already given her first BJ - and to her brother at that.  Then there was 
her Uncle John (my dad) who took her virginity when she was only 14, 
followed the next day by her own father.  Oh yeah, she would freak out 
for sure!

Nowadays we were all older and things have calmed down considerably.  I 
really don't care for my Uncle Jim and his son Rick all that much as both 
are rather boorish and treat women like meat.  As a result, I rarely do 
anything with either of them these days, just enough to keep my uncle 
from keeping my dad from fucking Tammy.  Even THAT has diminished as 
Tammy grew older and was more into boys her own age when it came to sex.  
Plus it's pretty hard to explain why a seventeen year-old girl wants to 
spend any time alone with her uncle!  

It's not that my dad doesn't WANT to fuck Tammy, it's just something he 
realizes he has to be VERY careful about and so it just doesn't happen 
hardly at all anymore.  I haven't told him this but I know that Tammy 
isn't nearly as upset about that as my dad is.  She loves her uncle and 
knows that he likes sex with her but at the same time she's matured 
considerably in the past three years and has a pretty solid boyfriend now 
who wouldn't be happy if he knew her dad and uncle were fucking her.

Being further away and not having been so close growing up, my family 
never did a lot with my Uncle Paul's family.  We met for Thanksgiving and 
Christmas and that was pretty much it unless there was something special 
like a wedding.  It wasn't until this past summer that I found out, much 
to my surprise, that he and my mom had been having sex quite regularly 
over the years.  It's not that I felt what they did was wrong, per se.  
After all, as her brother-in-law it wasn't adultery for her to fuck him.  
Still, I found it curious that she didn't discuss it much with my dad, if 
at all.

Then came one day last summer when Uncle Paul stopped by and told me 
about everything between him and my mom, obviously in hopes of doing it 
with me now that my mom was gone.  In principle it was OK with me; after 
all, he IS my uncle and as such I have family responsibilities to attend 
to, but I can't say I was all too sorry when after the first time he 
didn't push for more.  In fact, it was ME that initiated our second time 
together but that is another story...

Well, that was more than I intended to cover but I wanted to set the 
scene for where things were as we approached the 2009 annual Thanksgiving 
family gathering.  I'd never done anything overtly sexual in previous 
years although I was probably guilty of teasing my uncles a bit, and 
thereby pissing off my aunts who would then complain to my mom about me.  
It seemed like ages since I fucked either uncle, or even Rick for that 
matter, so it wasn't like I was expecting anything to be different this 
year,.  Besides, neither of my uncles would dare risk trying to fuck me 
with all the rest of family gathered.  Nothing like that had ever 
happened before and it wouldn't happen this year either.  Of course, that 
didn't mean I couldn't have a LITTLE fun, even if it was just to annoy my 
stodgy aunts.

As things turned out, I was wrong.  So very very wrong!


Chapter 2 - Preparing for Guests
================================
All I can say is thank God my Aunt Linda is living with my Dad now.  I 
don't think I could've possibly gotten the house in order and everything 
ready without her help.  Well, to be honest, I think she did most of the 
work with just a little help from me.  OK... so she did all the work.

Feeling a little guilty about dumping everything on my favorite aunt, I 
stopped by the day before Thanksgiving after school was out to see if 
there was anything I could do to help.  My dad, of course, wasn't home as 
he probably wouldn't be in until 7 or 8 o'clock at the earliest, even if 
it was Thanksgiving Eve (is that an official holiday?) I went there 
straight from school so when I stepped in I was wearing a simple floral 
dress that came down to mid-calf, long sleeved with a high neck.  It was 
pretty standard wear for a teacher at an extremely conservative Christian 
elementary school and I'd grown accustomed to it so I was sort of 
surprised by my Aunt Linda's reaction when I stepped inside the entrance 
hallway.

"What the hell, you gone Amish or what?" I heard from behind me as I hung 
up my coat in the hallway closet.

I turned to see my aunt, looking not at all glamorous in baggy sweat 
pants, a grey Steelers t-shirt streaked with seat stains, and old 
sneakers with white anklets.  Her brown hair was pulled back into a 
haphazard ponytail and she obviously hadn't put on any makeup, all of 
which contributed to making her look of exhaustion all the more extreme.

"Well I see you came dressed to work," she said wryly, her arms folded 
with a dishrag in her hand.

Immediately I felt even more guilty as I realized how hard she'd been 
working doing things around the house that I should have been doing.  
Sure she was living with my dad now but it wasn't like she was his wife 
or live-in maid.  However, as his daughter I had certain responsibilities 
beyond just sex and if ever I felt I'd shirked them, this was one of 
those times.  I started to say something in my self-defense but 
thankfully she cut me off as I had no idea what I was really going to 
say.

"Oh don't look so upset, I'm just messin' with ya," she laughed, "God 
Kelly, you can be SO easy sometimes... and I don't mean that the way you 
might be thinking.  Seriously, I think I've got everything ready so don't 
sweat it."

The place DID look immaculate.  I have to admit that housework has never 
been one of my forte's and had it been left up to me, there was no doubt 
the place wouldn't look nearly as good as it did now.  Everything was 
dusted, put away, swept, and polished.  Actually it was the best I'd seen 
the place in a long time.

"Well I don't know how to thank you," I said, looking around in wonder.

"Don't worry, I do!" she came back, "Your old, discrepant aunt needs a 
back rub... BADLY!"

If she'd asked my opinion, I would've told her she looked like she needed 
a whole body rub.  I couldn't remember seeing her so dirty and tired 
looking.  She must have been at it all day so it was no wonder that her 
back was giving out on her.  Heck, mine hurt just THINKING about all the 
work she'd done.  

"Let me shower first, I feel so dirty... make yourself at home."

It seemed ironic to hear her say that as I already considered this as MY 
home.  After all, this was the house where I was raised and lived all my 
life until I graduated from college and got my own apartment.  Still, she 
was the one living her now so I guess that gave her the right to call it 
hers.  That didn't make it an easier for me to accept though!

We both headed upstairs where she turned to the right and then right 
again into the bathroom while I went straight at the top of the stairs 
into my dad's bedroom.  For a moment I thought of it as my parent's 
bedroom but then felt a bit of a pang in my heart when I remembered that 
these days it was just my dad's bedroom.  In my heart, though, it will 
always be my parent's bedroom even if it was my Aunt Linda sleeping in 
there now with my dad instead of my mom.

Aunt Linda quickly stripped and dumped her clothes down the chute in the 
hallway to the basement laundry.  I got a quick look at her nude body and 
couldn't help but admire what I saw.  My mom had done a pretty good job 
of keeping her shape into her forties but Linda was unbelievable.  Anyone 
seeing her like this would think she was in her mid-thirties at the most 
and not 41.  Of course a boob lift a few years back didn't hurt but what 
you saw was still 100% her.  After a brief scare with a lump in her 
breasts, the doctor recommended against implants so he just tightened 
things up and left her a solid B cup.  But her tight ass and firm belly 
was totally natural without any surgical help, the envy of many a women 
ten years her junior.

My dress was much too constrictive to allow me to give her a proper 
massage, plus I didn't want to risk staining it with oil or lotion so I 
stood up and took it off, hanging it over the back of a chair by the side 
window.  Turning, I saw my reflection in the large mirror over the 
dresser and couldn't help but smile to myself.  When was the last time 
I'd worn panties and a bra in this room?  For that matter, had I EVER?  
Yet here I was with a plain beige bra and matching full panties complete 
with pantyhose, standing in a pair of plain brown shoes with just one-
inch heels.  My dad would have been surely been shocked had he walked in 
and seen me like this!

The pantyhose was the next to go.  Being one of the few pair I had 
without a run, I wasn't risking them snagging on anything while I gave my 
aunt her backrub.  My old bedroom was right next door and I still kept a 
few things there in case I ever had to stay the night so for a moment I 
debated trading in the bra and panties for a more comfortable sleep 
shirt.  Then I shook my head at myself and remembered that I had an 
entire closet of my dad's dress shirts to choose from.  When I lived at 
home it was one of my favorite things to do - to go pick out a new shirt 
of his and wear it around him.  He always complained that I was picking 
out his best shirts but I knew he really didn't mind - especially since 
that was ALL I was wearing.

Dumping the bra and panties on the chair with my dress and pantyhose, I 
rummaged through the closet until I found the perfect shirt - pure white 
with long sleeves.  It looked brand new and was made of this thin 
material which felt really comfy on me.  Of course being for my dad it 
was huge on me and did nothing to flatter my figure but it felt so much 
better to wear as compared to that stupid bra and panties set.  The tails 
came down way past my butt and even when I sat on the bed with my legs 
tucked under me it covered me completely.  Now had my dad been the one I 
was waiting to get out the shower I might have made sure the shirt wasn't 
doing such a good job hiding my ass but with Aunt Linda it didn't really 
matter.

It wasn't that my Aunt and I never fooled around, it just wasn't 
something we did normally.  Ironically, she was the second woman I'd had 
sex with.  My mom was my first, followed shortly after by her and her 
sister.  After having had sex exclusively with boys for the past two 
years it was a little surreal doing it with a woman so it helped that the 
first ones I was with wither my mom and aunt.  Still, they WERE my mom 
and aunt so it wasn't quite the same for me as having sex with other 
girls or women.  In fact, when people ask me who my first girl-girl 
experience was with, I usually tell them it was Brenda, my freshman 
roomie back in college.

Over the years I'd been with my aunt a few more times but it was always 
with someone else - my dad and/or my mom usually, although there had been 
a couple of times with Kristen.  For whatever reason, we never went off 
and did anything alone.  We were together a lot, especially in the past 
few months since she moved in with my dad, but there never seemed to be 
any sort of sexual tension between us.  I guess it was because of this 
that I was more worried about dressing for my own comfort now than trying 
to catch her eye.  I'd rubbed her back numerous times before - she'd had 
problems with it for ages now, so there was no reason for me to assume 
this time would be any different.

Sitting on the bed, my aunt came in with a towel wrapped around her hair 
- and not much else but a smile.  She was little damp from her shower, 
still slightly flushed and I couldn't help but admire her once again.  
Damn, no wonder Kristen looked so much younger than her age when her 
mother looked not a day over 35, if THAT old.  I noticed that she was 
keeping her dark pubic hair trimmed a lot closer than in the past.  
Hmmmmmm, had my dad been an influence on that?  He never much about it 
but I always knew he loved my shaved pussy better than my mom's bushy 
one.  Not that he didn't like her pussy!  Just talking about the hair 
style.

"Being a little shy today?" she teased me, gesturing towards the long 
men's dress shirt I was wearing. 

She knew better of course, it was just her way of joking around with me.  
She was never one to shy away from being nude at our house, especially 
once I started having sex with my parents and her.  It was the same even 
more so at her home.  It wasn't unusual for me to go to their house back 
when she and Kristen were living there and find her cooking supper in the 
nude or just watching TV all naked on the love seat.

Surprisingly, at least when you think about her love of nudity, my aunt 
usually wore a bra.  What made it seemed sort of odd at first was that 
she started to do that more often AFTER her boob lift.  I would've 
thought if anything she would be proud of the way they held up on their 
own until she explained to me that after going through all that pain and 
misery she wasn't about to have them start sagging again.  I guess she 
had a point but it wasn't enough to convince me to start wearing one all 
the time!

Reaching over to the nightstand, she handed me a tube of massage oil.  I 
couldn't help but grin as I imagined what it had been used for before 
now.  A pang of sadness hit me as I couldn't help but think that it was 
my mother who use to keep her own lotion on that very nightstand, not to 
mention an impressive array of toys in the drawer below.  I wondered if 
my aunt had replaced them with her own favorites?

"Here, I just bought this last week and I just love the way it makes my 
skin feel afterwards," she said as I took the dark brown plastic bottle 
from her hand. 

With that she laid on her stomach crossways on the bed, facing the front 
wall of the bedroom across from where I was sitting.  I scooted more 
towards the middle of the bed, pulling the pillows in behind me to 
support my back as I curled up besides my Aunt Linda.  She had her own 
little pillow under her head, her arms wrapped around it like an 
imaginary lover as she nestled into place.

"God, my back is just KILLING me," she sighed, "I hope that extra-
strength Tylenol kicks in soon."

Well, if she was trying to put me on a guilt trip for all the housework 
she'd been doing without me - she succeeded brilliantly.  At the same 
time while I may have felt a bit guilty, I didn't regret it all that 
much.  Of all the chores around the house, I hate cleaning the most.  
Laundry is a pain but bearable.  Heck, even ironing was better than 
cleaning floors and dusting!

Pouring a little of the oil in the palm of my right hand to let it warm 
up, I leaned onto my left side and stretched my legs out, my bare feet 
extending over the side of the bed.  The room was too small for a king-
size bed so there was just a queen.  With her laying crossways and me 
having to scoot down so I could reach her back, it didn't leave a heck of 
a lot of room for my own legs.

"Oh that's cold!" she exclaimed, tensing up as I put my oil-filled hand 
onto the small of her bare back.

"Sorry!  I tried to warm it up first," I apologized as I started to 
spread it out all over her back.

"I know... sorry... just start at my neck, ok?"

Her neck DID feel tense as I worked my fingers around her, kneading the 
tops of her shoulders as well.  Slowly I worked my way down to her 
shoulder blades, pressing my fingertips in and pushing as best I could 
given the bad angle I was working from.

"That feel's soooooo good, Kelly," she sighed, "Dig in harder if you 
can."

Even though I preferred laying on my side as I did this, I could tell I 
wasn't going to be able to get the right angle to put enough pressure on 
her without wearing out my own arm.  Gathering myself up, I got on my 
knees and put both hands on her sides to steady myself as I lifted my 
right leg up and over her, resulting in me squatting over her lower back, 
just above her bare butt.  Sort of like riding a horse bareback I guess 
you could say.  Keeping both hands firmly on her, I started to work up 
and down her spine, one hand on each side as I rubbed with the heels of 
my hands in tight little circles.

"Ummmmm, that's much better."

Now and then I must have hit a particularly sore spot as I would feel her 
butt tighten under me.  Without any panties on, my bare crotch was 
pressing down on the top of her butt crack and I could feel her squirming 
under me now and then - not a bad sensation really!

"Just push from the bottom to the top with your hands," she suggested, 
her voice slightly muffled as she had her head face down into the pillow.

Following her suggestion, I pushed from just under my crotch on her back, 
slowly working my way up both sides of her spine until I reached her neck 
and then did the same in reverse.  I'm not sure who really liked it the 
most though - her feeling my hands pushing on her sore back or me feeling 
my pussy rub against her bottom as I leaned far forward and then back 
until I was upright again.

For the time being she just laid there, sighing now and then and jumping 
just a little when I nailed a particularly painful spot.  I guess you 
could say that rubbing someone's back is a lot like giving a guy a hand-
job - you move your hands until you feel the person react, telling you 
when it's being done in just the right way.  

"My lower back now... God it hurts so bad," she groaned softly.

As I was effectively sitting on that part of her at the moment, I worked 
my way back, keeping my legs on each side of hers.  It was a little 
uncomfortable having to stretch my legs apart so wide so instead I ended 
up just straddling one leg, pushing my right knee in between her thighs 
while my left remained the outside of her left leg.  My hands worked 
their way around the small of her back, sometimes going so low as to 
caress her buttocks briefly.  Damn, for a forty-something woman she still 
has an ass women half her age would kill for - me included!

It felt a little naughty to caress her bottom.  This was SUPPOSE to be a 
back rub after all, not an ass rub, but she didn't seem to mind and I 
loved the soft feel of her smooth butt under my fingers.  I may not be 
into anal sex but I still love to touch a nice ass - just as I LOVE mine 
to be touched as well.  There's something simply erotic about walking 
down the street with your guy's hand planted firmly on your ass for 
everyone to see.  I love it to be touched and kissed, even licked - so 
long as they stay away from my asshole.  Call it what you want, but I 
have this thing about assholes that just turns me off when a guy tries to 
play with mine - and don't even THINK about asking me to play with his!

As I rubbed her lower back and bottom, I scooted back a little more until 
her knee was just under my crotch, her hard kneecap pressing up against 
my pussy.  I almost snickered as for a moment I had this flashback to 
being a little girl in grade school, rubbing myself under my dress on the 
monkey bars at school, totally oblivious to the stares of the other kids.  
You can probably imagine the phone call from my teacher to my mother that 
day, not to mention the lecture she gave me when I got home.

Using both hands, I caressed my aunt's upper thighs, one at a time, first 
coating them with oil and then rubbing it into her skin as I worked my 
hands together from the outside to the inside and back out again.  Up and 
down I went from her hips to her knees, working my fingers into her still 
tight thighs - another miracle of genetics I might add.

Aunt Linda must have been enjoying it as much I was enjoying rubbing 
myself against her knee as I saw her take her right arm from around the 
pillow and lower it, pushing it under her.  Then I saw her fingers 
peeking out from between her legs which were spread apart just enough to 
let me see what was happening between them.  Damn, Aunt Linda was 
masturbating herself!

The fact she was masturbating wasn't exactly headline news.  While sex 
itself was seldom on display, if there was one thing that is freely done 
in my family it's masturbation.  My mother use to tell me growing up that 
it was a natural human reaction to the feelings inside all of us and 
there was nothing to be ashamed of by responding to those feelings.  Of 
course, as illustrated by the infamous "Monkey Bar Incident", there was a 
right time and place for everything.  Watching TV was an OK time but on 
the monkey bars at school - not so much.  No, the fact my aunt was 
masturbating in and of itself wasn't surprising, but to have her do it 
while I was rubbing her back... now THAT was definitely a first.

Trying as best I could to ignore what she was doing, I started to work on 
her other leg.  She was being discreet about it and if I hadn't seen her 
hand moving under her I might not have even noticed.  Still, I COULD see 
her fingers when she would push them into herself but for the most part 
she was just rubbing her clit, pushing her fingers in only as needed to 
keep her clit wet and slippery.

Well, what was good for the goose... you get the idea.  As much as I 
tried to concentrate on rubbing her legs, I couldn't tear my eyes away 
from what was going on between them.  I felt her move under me slightly, 
rocking from side to side as she parted her legs just a little more to 
make it easier for herself to touch her pussy.  As for me, I was rotating 
my hips in small tight circles, rubbing my own clit against her hard knee 
but somehow it didn't feel right.  I guess you could say I just wasn't 
getting the job done.  

Leaving one hand on her slippery thigh, I moved the other down and under 
my dad's shirt to my pussy.  My fingers were oily and slick but it wasn't 
really necessary considering how wet I was already down there.  God it 
felt so much better to finally touch myself!  Between my fingers circling 
my sensitive clit and the feel of my aunt's warm smooth thigh under my 
other hand, it was quite an erotic moment - as you might imagine.

Neither of us said a word as we both slowly masturbated ourselves.  It 
was like being at a sleepover back in Junior High, with all the girls 
playing with themselves but each of us trying to pretend like we weren't 
paying attention to the others.  Even though she never turned her head, 
my aunt HAD to know what I was doing.  Just rubbing myself against her 
knee would have told her and now with only one hand on her leg she had to 
know where the other was!  Meanwhile, I watched as her fingers worked 
their magic on her own pussy, seeing the tips poke out through her pubic 
hair like they were materializing from some hairy forest.

Cool... she was cumming... I could tell she was trying not to be too 
obvious about it but there was no hiding the quickening pace and the 
tightening of her butt and legs.  My aunt didn't get as frenzied as her 
daughter when she came but she wasn't exactly shy about it either.

Speaking of which, when it comes to understanding of women by men, the 
female orgasm has to be the least understood of all.  For a man, it's 
easy - stroke or suck a guy's dick long enough and he cums, just as 
assuredly and reliably as pumping up a balloon with air until it pops.  
It was all simple cause and effect, nothing too complicated.  Heck, a guy 
can be passed out and if you do him long enough his dick will be 
squirting like a fire hose.  In fact, most guys can't even stop 
themselves from having one!  They may protest or try to keep from giving 
in, but once they reach that limit there's no stopping it, like a dam 
that cracks and there's nothing that can be done to keep it from 
collapsing.

Also, men seem to define sex by their orgasm.  What I mean is they HAVE 
to cum to feel satisfied.  This can be used to your advantage.  For 
instance, if you want to frustrate a guy, just suck on his dick until he 
is just about to cum... and then stop.  There's simply no better way to 
get back at a guy who's pissed you off than to leave him hanging right on 
the edge.

When it comes to girls, however, the first thing guys need to realize is 
that an orgasm is NOT a requirement for having fulfilling sex.  Under the 
right circumstances I can feel quite satisfied and entirely happy having 
sex all night without a single orgasm.  Having an orgasm is something in 
addition to just sex, like whipped cream on pumpkin pie.  You can love 
eating just the pie and be happy, but adding the whip cream makes it all 
the better.  In fact, sometimes the whipped cream by itself is just the 
thing!

Next, an orgasm is something I have to WANT to have, not something I 
can't stop myself from having.  I believe that EVERY girl is capable of 
having an orgasm.  My theory is that the women who say they don't simply 
don't have the self- confidence or real desire to have one.  That said, I 
think some outright fear having one.  I've known girls to be on the brink 
of a huge orgasm and then pull away, afraid of how feeling like they are 
losing control over themselves.

Perhaps the funniest thing, if I dare say so, are the girls who stop 
because they think they are going to see if they don't!  Yes, there is a 
stunningly similar sensation at the outset of an orgasm similar to that 
of peeing but once you learn to recognize it, there IS a distinct 
difference.  And yes, I HAVE peed a couple of times myself so guys, get 
over it.  It happens.

Another difference between men and women is HOW they orgasm.  For men, 
it's like fireworks going off - the fuse is lit, blastoff, a stunning 
display, maybe some loud noises, and then poof, it's all over in a flash.  
A few seconds or reward and then it's like he goes into some dream state, 
perhaps because his brain has been so robbed of blood from the effort of 
arousing his cock that he can't think clearly.

For most women, or at least me, orgasms come in many flavors.  There's 
the classic "hit by a truck" where suddenly it's as though you feel like 
you're going to explode and then it's like getting hit blindsided.  
Everything goes blank as your entire body feels like it's on fire from 
your toes to the tips of your hair.  It can go on for quite a while if 
you're properly stimulated but tends to die quickly.

At the opposite extreme is the "steady boil" where you can feel yourself 
slowly but surely rising to a climax and when it hits, it's like a pot of 
water finally starting to boil, nothing that extremely different from 
what was there a moment ago but yet distinctively more intense.  This is 
what I typically experience when I masturbate in public, like in church 
or in class.  You can't let yourself go TOO wild but to sit there and 
feel the steady rush of pleasure fill me and make me almost gasp for air 
is quite effective.

Probably the most common orgasm I have is somewhat I between the two 
extremes.  It is what I typically feel when I masturbate in private and 
can allow myself to build up slowly to the peak.  It's sort of like the 
"steady boil" but once I cum then it suddenly transforms to the "hot by a 
truck" feeling.

Indeed, this was exactly what was happening to me now.  Rubbing my nude 
aunt, watching her blissfully masturbate, rubbing my hands on her ass my 
crotch on her knee, was like a perfect storm so far as letting my 
emotions and lust build up slowly but surely.  Then, seeing her cum, it 
was like somewhat lit the fuse leading to my hidden bunker of pleasure 
and it exploded in a tremendous flash.  My hand squeezed her thigh 
tightly as I pressed my fingers up against my clit and raised my head up 
towards the ceiling, trying not to cry out too loudly.  Yes, she was 
there and having her own orgasm but at the same time, this was for me, 
not a performance for my aunt.

For what seemed forever the two of us were lost in our mutual orgasms, 
each of us shuddering uncontrollably and now and then jerking with a 
sudden sharp sensation running through us.  I don't know which of us 
ended first, it wasn't like we hit the finish line and stopped but more 
like we were coasting down a hill and finally came to rest somewhere far 
from the mountain.  

My aunt was the first to move, nudging me to get off her leg which was 
probably numb by now from me sitting on it.  

"Well, now THAT was what I call a back rub!"

I grinned at her a little sheepishly.  Damn, here I was 24 years old and 
no kid yet somehow I felt a little embarrassed at letting myself go like 
that when I should have been working to make her feel better.  We both 
ended up playing in bed next to each other on our backs, legs stretched 
out in front of us as we stared up at the ceiling, the aftershocks of our 
mutual, but unmentioned, orgasms still striking now and then.  I was 
actually about to fall asleep when she nudged me.

"Hey sleepy head, your dad will be home soon."

At first I admit to thinking maybe she had some ulterior motive, like 
maybe a three-some, for when he got home.  Funny but we'd never even 
mentioned anything like that since she first talked about moving in with 
him so I don't know why I would think that but I was soon brought back to 
earth.  She obviously was hinting that I should go so SHE could greet my 
dad when he got home.  Well, she WAS living with him and I guess that was 
her right but it still felt a little odd.  After all, I had lived in this 
house for over 18 years and I guess I still sort of felt that I was 
number one on my dad's list when he came home from work all tired but 
horny.  Oh well, I guess that's all a part of growing up and escaping the 
nest.  As it is often said, no good deed goes unpunished!

Rubbing my eyes, I collected my clothes and gave her a quick kiss 
goodbye, leaving her lying naked on the bed.  As I drove off, I wondered 
if that was how my dad would find her when he got home.  Knowing my Aunt 
Linda, I wouldn't be surprised!


Chapter 3 - Teasing and Flirting
================================
Thanksgiving version 2009 was upon us.  Was it George Carlin who said 
something like, "Marry an orphan, then you won't have to worry about 
boring family traditions." Not that all my family traditions were boring 
- far from it, but some were and Thanksgiving was right at the top 
fo9lowed close behind by Christmas day.  When I was younger and we kids 
could run off and play games it was so much easier.  Now as an "adult" I 
was expected to socialize and help with the preparations, not nearly as 
much fun.  Who could blame me for looking for new "games" to play?

If there is one thing I wish about my family, it would be that everyone 
would be involved in incest, or at least be like my mom's mother and 
accept it, even if they don't want to participate.  It's not like I have 
any burning desire for a "Thanksgiving Orgy", THAT would be just weird, 
but it would certainly make the day go by faster if people could go off 
and take care of their mutual needs as they saw fit.  No, instead It was 
more a mixture of different beliefs and culture.  Since both my dad's 
brothers had fucked me, and Uncle Jim had also fucked his younger 
daughter, THEY were not the issue.  Heck, I could tell from the moment 
they both walked into my dad's house and took one look at me what THEY 
were thinking about!  Hint - it wasn't about the turkey and dressing.

Actually it was my aunts who were the real issue.  Aunt Shari was a 
religious zealot and insanely obsessed with sex - or rather NOT having 
sex.  Sometimes I wonder how she even got pregnant.  I have this 
nightmarish image of her lying on her back, almost rigid in bed, 
spreading her fat legs and telling my uncle to "just do it and get it 
over with" so she could have her children with least amount of sex.  It 
goes without saying that she hated me for being a slut, and hated my 
mother as well for letting me be one, especially around her husband and 
teenage son.  She was always nagging my mother about how I dressed and 
behaved around her family.  My mother, bless her heart, did her best to 
ignore her sister-in-law but I know at times she had all she could do to 
not just reach out and slap my aunt across her pudgy face.

My Aunt Julie has never been quite so outspoken as Aunt Shari, but it was 
obvious from the looks she gave me and those cute little sarcastic 
remarks she liked to throw out now and then that she wasn't enthused 
about me social life either.  I doubt she would have been any happier if 
she knew her husband had been fucking my mom for years, and now me twice 
this past summer.  

Except for my youngest cousin Tammy and her brother Rick, the rest of my 
direct cousins were all girls.  Kate, Tammy's older sister was a little 
shrew just like her mother.  My other cousins were fun - they could throw 
a mean bachelorette party, but really no different than most of my 
friends.  While I had no doubt they enjoyed sex, I had a strong suspicion 
that they wouldn't exactly approve of incest, especially between their 
dad and slutty cousin.

Hopefully that sheds some light as to why I say our family get-togethers 
like today's tend to be quite boring.  Sure I liked to flirt with my 
uncles a little, just enough to piss off my aunts, but there always this 
line neither they or I would cross.  It was one thing to have my Aunt 
Shari THINK of me as a slut and suspect I was having more sex than a girl 
my age should; but quite another to ever let her get even an inkling that 
two of the guys I was having sex with were her own son and husband!

In the spirit of the holidays - not to mention the seasonal cold outside, 
I was wearing tight jeans and a long sweater top - the type that comes 
down over your ass and about half-way to your knees.  It fit me like a 
glove and I just loved the way it make me look lean and slender while 
emphasizing my bust line.  It was thick enough that it wasn't blatantly 
apparent that I wasn't wearing a bra, but tight enough so that when I 
moved it became instantly obvious.  I loved the way it felt moving across 
my exposed nipples.  It was like they were constantly hard, even though 
the material made it difficult to really notice.

As each of the families arrived, I notice I got looks from BOTH the men 
AND the women.  Of course the men's eyes never seemed to get higher than 
my chest while the women would look me over like I was some freak and 
then turn away, the disapproval obvious on the expressions - as I am sure 
they wanted me to notice.

It was my chore to take everyone's coats to the master bedroom and by the 
time I would be back, they were already spreading out around the house.  
It was telling that in both cases, my uncles were the last to linger in 
the hallway.  For my part, I did the same with each of them, smoothing 
out my sweater top and asking them if they liked how it looked on me.  It 
was so funny in that both of them reacted exactly the same way - a silent 
head bob and eyes fixated on my boobs.  Then I teased them, checking to 
see nobody was close enough to hear and then whispering in a low, 
conspiratorial tone, "Well, maybe later you can see it off of me as 
well."

It was like you could almost hear the "BOING!" as both of them grew the 
cutest bulges in their pants.  I almost laughed as they quickly took a 
seat in the living room, crossing their legs to hide their blatant state 
of arousal.  I'd love to have seen them explaining their way out of THAT 
should their respective wives ever notice.

Not long after the others had arrived, Kristen showed up and made her 
grand entrance.  Even though she was technically from my mom's side of 
the family, with her mom now living with my dad (much to the disapproval 
of Aunt Shari and Aunt Julie I was sure), it seemed insensitive not to 
invite her over as well.  Well, if you thought my aunts thought I was a 
slut, you should have seen their faces when Kristen showed up in her 
typical "understated" outfit - skin tight white pants with a turquoise 
tank top and pink blouse over it with the buttons all undone.  The tank 
top came well down, exposing a LOT of cleavage, and it was so tight her 
nipples clearly poked through.  The pants were so tight you could tell 
she wasn't wearing a thing under them - not to mention a perfect camel-
toe in front as well.  I almost laughed as once again Kristen proved she 
wasn't afraid to follow her own philosophy about life - "if you got it, 
flaunt it".

While my aunts and older cousins prepared the dinner, Kristen and I tried 
to avoid the kitchen as much as possible.  With three horny brothers 
downstairs in the family room watching football, it was like shooting 
fish in a barrel for us.  My older cousins' kids were playing in the 
formal living room upstairs.  Kate was with her mom - as always, while 
Tammy was watching over the younger kids upstairs.  Rick was off in the 
corner of the basement on my dad's old computer.  He claimed to be 
playing some game but I had no doubt the pervert was surfing for porn.

At ages 22 and 24 respectively, Kristen and I were starting to get a 
little old for the "sit on your uncle's lap" routine but that didn't 
deter us.  With my aunts and cousins periodically popping their heads 
down to give us an update on dinner (or more likely, spying on us to see 
what was going on), it wasn't like we could get very carried away but 
then, you don't need to when it comes to teasing and flirting.  Indeed, 
it's what you DON'T do that makes it hot.  Had I actually shown my uncles 
my boobs it wouldn't have aroused them nearly as much as ALMOST showing 
them.  Letting them fondle my breasts would have been nice, but not 
nearly as hot as letting them just get their hands on them and then brush 
them away, pretending like I was shocked they would even think of such 
lewd actions towards their niece.  Of course they knew it was all an act 
but that didn't seem to keep them from getting quite worked up over it.

Fortunately Kristen was there so my dad got to be included in the fun as 
well.  I would've loved to have flirted with him but as much as my aunts 
would have been mad at me had they caught me on their husband's laps, 
they would have gone ballistic had they seen me teasing my own father in 
the same way.  

By the time the big meal was ready, I think all three of the brothers 
would've rather retreated to the bathroom and taken care of their 
"problem's but fortunately the long table cloth hid any signs of their 
internal morality struggles.  I would've loved to be able to sit next to 
my uncles but my aunts had strategically seated us such that both Kristen 
and I were well separated from the older men.  It didn't stop them from 
staring at us now and then, especially at Kristen with her nipples poking 
out like blaring headlights.  As for my aunts, if looks could kill...

Dessert was just getting over when my Aunt Linda excused herself, 
explaining that she and Kristen had to leave to show some homes to a 
prospective buyer.  I was caught off guard, as was everyone else.  Like, 
this was Thanksgiving - who looks at home today?

Well, as it turns out, if you're Canadian it doesn't matter to you if 
it's Thanksgiving in the USA.  If anything, it seemed they saw it as an 
opportunity to see a few homes without worrying about being interrupted 
by other people.  Oh well, I guess being a realtor means having to make 
sacrifices.  Kristen didn't seem too pleased at all and seeing the eyes 
she was making at her uncle's - all three of them, it was obvious why.  
Still, she'd quit whoring herself and partnered up with her mom and that 
meant doing the things she wasn't as happy about as well sometimes.  

I must say, though, that neither of my other aunts seemed the least bit 
displeased at their quick departure.  I knew that they considered Kristen 
an even bigger slut than me, there were even a few mentions at times that 
suggested they may even have suspected she was a whore until recently.  
Actually, I think they meant "whore" more as a disparaging description 
and probably had no idea just how on-target their description was.

As for my aunt, there seemed to be no end to the rumors and general 
nastiness.  I even overheard a few conversations where they accused my 
dad of cheating with her on my mom while she was still with us which made 
me laugh.  If they only knew the truth!

So that left me alone with the guys watching football.  I suppose I 
should have helped with the dishes and stuff but I just was in no mood to 
play nice with my nasty aunts and listen to their continuous stream of 
sarcastic remarks.

As it was, being with my dad and uncles was a little surreal anyway.  
Even though I'd been fucked by all three of them at one time or another 
in the past, I still got the impression that none of them talked about it 
much with each other's.  This seemed especially true with my Uncle Paul.  
In fact, I was starting to wonder if he even knew I'd been fucked by his 
youngest brother long before he had me?  So it became a situation where 
all of them must have secretly wanted to fuck me, yet none of them had 
the courage to say to the others that they did - weird, to say the least 
as you might imagine.

So for me, there wasn't really a whole lot I could do to tease them 
besides sit on their laps and wiggle my butt against their hard cocks 
underneath.  My outfit, even though I thought it made me look sexy and 
desirable, at the same time was rather inaccessible without going through 
a lot of trouble.  It wasn't like it was low cut to where they could look 
down and see my bra-less boobs.  The jeans were tight but not like a 
skirt where I could let it ride up and show off some bare upper thigh.  
Big deal if I wasn't wearing a bra if they couldn't hardly tell.  If 
anything, it was a little frustrating for all of us!


Chapter 4 - Thoughts of Revenge
===============================
As the game went on, my dad asked me to go upstairs and get some more 
beers for the men.  As I was about to enter the kitchen, I paused as it 
seemed there was some sort of argument going on in there.  I sat back in 
the eating area where I could listen in without being seen and it soon 
became clear it wasn't an argument so much as a heated discussion.  
Apparently Aunt Shari and Julie were talking in the kitchen about how me 
and Kristen had been behaving like such sluts today.

Actually, they seemed most disgusted with Kristen but I wasn't off the 
hook by any means.  It was like they somehow "understood" Kristen's 
actions given her dad leaving when she was little, not to mention having 
a mother with no morals (as supposedly "proven" by her moving in with my 
dad).  Yet when it came to me, they blamed ME for being the slut and 
being too much for my mother to handle.  According to them, now that my 
mom wasn't there to put on the breaks, I was being "contaminated" and 
"influenced" by living with Kristen, with the proof being I was getting 
"worse" than ever..  

It was my Aunt Shari who seemed the most pissed off about my Aunt Linda 
living with my dad.  She called my Aunt Linda every nasty name in the 
book - Jezebel, adulteress, you name it.  Given how strict my mom and dad 
both were about adultery with me, I found her remarks rather silly, if 
not downright stupid, but she just went on and on about how horrible it 
was that a woman would sleep with her dead sister's husband so soon after 
she had died (so soon - a year after??).

My Aunt Julie seemed more concerned about the impact Kristen and I were 
having on her husband.  Apparently she didn't really care about her 
sister-in-law's husband but she surely was pissed off about hers.  All 
this lamenting was rather surreal as she had no idea her loving hubby had 
been giving it to my mom for years under her very nose.  Heck, I'd only 
done him twice and she was pissed at ME!  Rather ironic I should think.

Listening to them rant I felt my anger beginning to build up in me.  To 
be honest, I hated my Uncle Jim - he was boorish and smelly and had no 
respect for women, not even his niece or daughter.  He fucked me because 
he loved to fuck teenage girls and it was the same with his daughter 
Tammy.  I hated seeing him do her because I knew it wasn't out of love 
and respect, as it was when my dad did me, but just an older man getting 
his rocks off fucking a girl a third his age.  As for my Uncle Paul, as I 
said I'd only done him twice.  The first time he sort of caught me off 
guard by spilling the beans about him and my mom.  The second time was 
more out of spite, to prove to him he didn't control me like he probably 
thought he did after the first time.

Indeed, I didn't have any real intentions to do any more than flirt with 
the two of them.  Remember what I said about teasing a guy until he was 
about ready to cum and then backing off?  Well, that seemed an 
appropriate way of dealing with my two uncles.  I loved teasing and 
flirting and making them THINK they had a shot at me when in reality 
there was no way I was going to fuck them any time soon - if ever again.  

That is - until now.

There are two basic forms of revenge - one where you do something and 
they know about it.  Then there is the type where you do something but 
they never find out about it.  It may not be as satisfying as seeing the 
expression on their faces, but you still get the self-satisfaction of 
knowing what you've done and how they WOULD react if they ever found out.  
Indeed, the second form seems to be the motivation for many men who fuck 
me and even those who send me tributes.  They hate their wives but would 
never do anything overtly against the, instead, they do something they 
know their wife would hate and feel betrayed if she ever found out, but 
don't let her know about it.  Maybe a psychiatrist could explain it a 
little but more but it's definitely the motivation for many of the men I 
deal with.

So why couldn't I do the same?  As much as I would love to do something 
with my uncles right in front of my aunts and see the looks on their 
faces as they saw how their husbands lusted for me so much that they 
committed adultery with me. I was rational enough to know that was NOT 
going to happen in this lifetime.  Revenge is sweet but don't spit in the 
wind either.  Instead, I could do something I knew would hurt them if 
they ever found out, but keep it to myself, at least for now.  Maybe 
someday things would get to where I REALLY hated them and wanted to hurt 
them.  Then it would always be available but for now, it would have to be 
more in my mind than in their faces.

Stepping in the kitchen as if I'd just arrived and was clueless as to 
their previous discussion, I went to the refrigerator, grabbed three 
beers, and left with saying a single word to them.  The silence was 
mutual and I was well out of earshot before they struck up their hateful 
conversation again.

Bitches!  As I went down the stairs my mind was racing.  So they thought 
I was as slut and a bad influence on their husbands?  Well, they had no 
idea just how right they were and I was going to prove it right here and 
now.


Chapter 5 - Uncle Paul Goes First
=================================
Handing out the beers, I stood there off to the side as they opened them 
and kept right on talking about the game.  Only my dad seemed to notice I 
was a bit flushed and the firmness of my jaw as I stood there and fumed 
over what my aunts had been saying about me and my cousin and aunt 
upstairs - and what they were probably STILL discussing if I knew them.

"Something wrong Kelly?" he asked, looking just a little concerned now.

Not answering him right away, I just stood there with my arms folded 
across my chest, weight on one leg as I tapped my other foot slowly.  I 
could hear the kids playing just above us and Rick was out of sight 
behind the TV cabinet lost in his computer porn.  It was now or never.

"You first!" I suddenly blurted out, almost surprising myself as much as 
them.

I was pointing at my Uncle Paul, motioning for him to get up.  He looked 
at my dad and then back at me, and then back at my dad, obviously 
mystified as to what I was talking about.

"C'mon... in the cedar closet... now!" I said in a low but demanding 
tone.

My dad had lined one of the small cellar rooms with cedar strips and we 
used it for long-term seasonal clothing storage.  I'd always loved the 
strong smell of cedar when you walked into it and it also had the 
advantage of a lockable door.

"Alright, what's going on?" Uncle Paul said, not making a real effort to 
get up.  He still seemed to think I was just playing some sort of game, 
perhaps flirting again or just teasing.

Walking over to him, I put one hand on each arm of his chair and leaned 
in until my face was just inches away from his.  "I'm only going to say 
this once so listen carefully... If you want to fuck me, meet me in the 
cedar closet - NOW!"

Well, THAT got his attention.  I had said it softly enough that Rick 
wouldn't have heard it across the other side of the basement but the 
other two brothers surely did - one of which was my dad.  Both of them 
immediately grinned at each other and my dad shook his head as if to say, 
"here we go again".  Well, not that I had ever done this before, but he 
knew me well enough to know when I made my mind up to do something, I was 
pretty hard to stop.  When it came to sex, make that IMPOSSIBLE to stop!

I stuck my tongue out playfully and stood upright again, twirling on my 
heels, I headed for the closet without looking back or saying another 
word.  Damn, I would have loved to have seen the looks they exchanged 
right then!

Standing alone in the dim closet, I almost thought for a moment he wasn't 
going to come.  I'd picked Uncle Paul to be first because I knew the 
other two would do it in a heartbeat.  Heck, I had no doubt that they 
would have done me right there in the family room.  It was Uncle Paul who 
had never fucked me in front of the other two.  In fact, my dad and Uncle 
Jim had even swapped daughters a few times so it wasn't like they had 
never seen the other fuck me.  No, it was Uncle Paul I was most concerned 
about having the fortitude to go through with anything under the 
circumstances.  With his wife and family upstairs, would he still have 
all the bravado he tried to show off earlier in the summer?

In a word, the answer was "yes".  The door opened and silhouetted in the 
light was my Uncle Paul.  Even in the dim light I could see his face, a 
mixture of lust and worry all twisted up into one ever-changing 
expression.

"Are you ready to fuck me Uncle Paul?"

He hesitated for a moment and in all honesty I couldn't fault him for it.  
One minute the guy was drinking a beer watching a football game and the 
next he was in a small dark closet with his niece, offering herself to 
him while his wife, daughters and grandchildren were just a little ways 
away.  What would win out - his lust or his common sense.  Well, since 
when did any man listen to his head instead of his penis?

He turned and grabbed the door handle and for just a brief moment I 
thought I had totally misread him and he was going to leave.  Then I 
heard a click and realized he had just licked the door instead.  Turning 
to me, his face assumed a look that should have been in the dictionary 
next to "lust".

"Well, are you all talk or are you really putting out?"

The ball was back in my court so naturally I did what any self-respecting 
slut would do in this situation - I "assumed the position".  Squatting 
down with my butt resting on my heels, I waited for him to advance and 
watched as he undid his belt and pants.

"Damn, you really ARE a fucking little slut, aren't you?" he said 
rhetorically, "You just can't wait to get your mouth around your Uncle 
Paul's dick, can you?"

He was technically right, although not for the reasons his ego was 
telling him.  If it hadn't been for his wife upstairs, all he would have 
gotten form me today was the scent of my wet pussy and the smell of my 
perfume as I ground my butt into his lap.  Yeah, I wanted to suck his 
dick but what I really wanted was to suck my Aunt Julie's husband's cock.  
Semantics?  Maybe but it meant something to me to make the distinction.

With his pants unzipped I could reach in and pull his already hardened 
cock out from his jockey underwear, pushing the elastic waist band down 
and out of the way.  Oh yeah, he was hard alright.  I was surprised he 
wasn't already cumming!  Without any further fanfare I took him in my 
mouth, letting him slide in between my lips as far as I could take him on 
the first shot.  As I wet his shaft with my mouth, I was able to take 
more and more of him in until I had my nose up against the base of his 
dick, buried deeply in his thick pubic hair.

"God damn it... take it all you little bitch," he grunted as I felt him 
shudder as his dick pushed into my throat.

As I sucked him I pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.  He 
still has his shoes on so that's as far as they went but it made it 
easier to suck his dick without all of that in the way.  He held up his 
shirt with one hand so it didn't hit me in the face and used the other to 
push me down onto his dick each time I took him into my mouth.  He was 
loving it but I knew I didn't have a lot of time and the last thing I 
wanted was for him to cum in my mouth.  It's not that I didn't want his 
cum in my mouth, but I had another destination in mind for it!

Standing up, I pulled my sweater top up and over my head, tossing it on 
the clothes hanging in the closet.  I quickly undid my jeans and soon I 
was standing there naked in front of him with just my anklets on to 
protect my feet against the cold concrete floor of the basement.  Out 
where the TV was it was carpeted but here in the closet it was just the 
bare painted concrete and it felt as cold as ice.

"Ready to fuck me Uncle Paul?" I whispered in a hoarse voice.

He didn't say a word but spun me around and pushed me forward so my hands 
were on my knees.  I spread my legs apart for him and he didn't waste any 
time getting up and behind me.  His hard dick poked me in the butt before 
he grabbed it and steering it in between my legs, trying to find the 
entry to my pussy.  It shouldn't have been hard as I was freshly shaven 
but he was obvious caught up in his desires and patience was NOT a virtue 
for him at this moment.  

"C'mon... fuck me Uncle Paul!" I whined impatiently as he fooled around 
like some silly high school boy in the back seat trying to screw his 
girlfriend.

Just then his dick found the mark and I couldn't help but gasp as he 
literally rammed it into me.  Sure I was letting him fuck me just to get 
back at his wife but still, he WAS a man and he DID have his hard dick in 
my pussy so who says I couldn't enjoy myself in the process?

"That's it... fuck me Uncle Paul."

"Oh yeah, you want this, don't you... you need it..  just like the little 
slut you are," he whispered harshly in my ear from behind me as he 
stroked himself in and out of me.

"Yes... oh god yes!" I moaned softly, feeding his ego in hopes it would 
spur his orgasm, "I need you to fuck me Uncle Paul... I need you to cum 
in me."

"Fuck, here it cums... take it all you little whore."

I felt his body slam into my ass and with each blow he delivered a spurt 
of cum deep inside of me.  As he came in me, emptying his sperm into my 
wet pussy, my thoughts were of his wife upstairs and how I wished she 
could see us now.  If she thought she had something to bitch about just 
because I sat in his lap, imagine what she would be complaining about 
NOW?  Technically, since I was his niece it was incest and not adultery 
but I doubt she would have recognized the difference - or cared of she 
had.

When he was done he pulled out of me and I turned to face him, a wicked 
grin on my face.

"Did you like that Uncle Paul?"

"You ARE such a tease, aren't you?" he sighed heavily, pulling his pants 
back up and tucking in his shirt.  "God, what I'd give to have a daughter 
like you."

I thought of his two daughters and wondered if he had any idea how they'd 
behaved the nights before their respective weddings.  Maybe they weren't 
so innocent as daddy thought they were?  Still, it was a nice compliment 
and I took it as such.

"So now what?"

He looked at me as if I had something more for him.  Well, sorry to 
disappoint you Uncle Paul but...

"You got what you wanted... didn't you?" I asked suggestively.

He just shook his head and unlocked the door.  In the meantime I quickly 
donned my sweater top again, sans the jeans.  It was well over my ass, 
almost like a short dress - a VERY short dress.  He opened the door and I 
followed him out.  My dad and Uncle Jim looked at him and then at me, 
their faces unable to conceal the questions they both undoubtedly had.


Chapter 6 - Uncle Jim Gets His Turn
===================================
"Well?" Uncle Jim finally blurted out.  Uncle Paul resumed his seat and I 
cut in before he could say anything.

"Don't worry about what he got... the question is, what will YOU get 
Uncle Jim?"

With that I stood in front of him, turned around, bent over and briefly 
pulled up the sweater top to flash my bare ass and pussy.  Just as 
quickly I pulled it back up and turned around to stand in front of him 
again.

"See anything you want Uncle Jim?"

His face said it all.  Without a word I turned and once again headed to 
the closet, but this time I heard him get up and follow me in close 
behind.  He closed the door but I noticed he didn't lock it.  Maybe doing 
it with it unlocked added a little excitement for him?  Whatever it was, 
I really didn't care as I wasn't the one who should be worried about 
getting caught.  My Aunt Julie might have been furious with Uncle Paul 
for fucking me, but I wouldn't be surprised if my Aunt Shari castrated 
Uncle Jim if she ever had a hint he as fucking me.

"So I get sloppy seconds, eh?"

If it hadn't been for the words of his wife still fresh in my mind, I 
would have put on my jeans and walked out then and there.  The jerk.  He 
should be thrilled to even have the chance to fuck a 24 year-old pussy, 
even if it WAS dripping cum from his brother just fucking me.  Still, the 
spiteful words of my aunt rung in my ears so I swallowed my pride and 
gave him what he wanted - me.

Ignoring his sarcasm, I once again pulled off the sweater top and for the 
second time in just ten minutes, I was standing nude in the closet in 
front of an uncle.  This time, however, we got straight down to business.  
As much as I wanted to spite my Aunt Shari, I really despised Uncle Jim, 
especially for the way he treated his youngest daughter.  A father should 
fuck his daughters out of love and respect, not treat them like some 
cheap whore, forcing her to do his bidding whenever and however he 
demanded.  In fact, for a while I had refused to let him fuck me at all 
but then he threatened to cut off my dad from Tammy so for my dad's sake 
I gave only what I had to in order to mollify Uncle Jim.  

Again I squatted down but this time it wasn't to suck his dick.  I pulled 
some clothes down and used them under my knees to protect me from the 
cold concrete floor and then got on all fours, leaning down so my butt 
was poking rather obscenely up in the air at him.  Well, I am sure his 
wife would have thought it obscene at least.  For Uncle Jim, it was more 
like an invitation - an invitation to fuck me.

As he practically tore off his clothes, I waited there on my hands and 
knees, thinking about how I wished Aunt Shari was watching.  If only she 
could see the look of lust and anticipation in her husband's eyes now, 
undoubtedly a look she'd never seen in them when he fucked her cold 
pussy.  Then, just as I felt him moving in behind me, I realized I had 
just made a serious mistake...

In a tight spot like a closet, your options for sex are father limited.  
Well, not technically, but in reality they were limited.  I'd let Uncle 
Paul fuck me standing up from behind so I just figured I'd do it doggie 
style with Uncle Jim given the cramped quarters.  Anything with me facing 
him would have required more acrobatics and effort than I was prepared 
for.  There was one serious risk in doggie style, at least there was when 
Uncle Jim was fucking me.  As much as it present my pussy nicely, it gave 
him even easier access to my ass - MUCH too easy.

If there was one thing I should have remembered about Uncle Jim, it was 
his love for anal sex.  I'd refused him for the most part in the past but 
there had been a couple times I had to let him do it to keep my dad in 
business with Tammy.  You would think such a thing would be quick to come 
to mind when I faced him but I guess in all the hurry and my thoughts 
about his wife I just forgot - and now I learned I was to pay the price 
for my forgetfulness.

"Damn, you have the sweetest ass," he murmured as I felt his dick press 
in against me. 

At first it hit my butt, just as Uncle Paul's had done earlier.  However, 
whereas Uncle Paul had shifted position down to the area of my pussy, 
Uncle Jim zeroed in on my asshole - my TIGHT asshole.

Just one question... Why do men like to stick their dicks up a girl's 
asshole?  I can understand when it comes to gays, it's like lesbians with 
fake dicks strapped to themselves.  But when a guys has a perfectly good 
pussy just dying for him to penetrate, why go for the asshole?  Maybe 
it's just me, but in my opinion my asshole is a one-way door - out only.  
For god's sake I shit through my asshole!  If there's one thing that 
turns me off as much as anything less in the world, it's anything to do 
with potty sex.  It just grosses me out totally and I don't even like to 
discuss it.  

With that in mind, Uncle Jim still was determined to fuck me in the ass 
it seemed.  Then he made it clear WHY...

"Damn if I'm taking sloppy seconds from my brother ever again,: he 
grunted as he spit on his dick and then I felt him spit on my asshole, 
"Bad enough I always got your mother last, I'm not taking it this time."

It was almost enough to make me forget the sharp pain I felt as he pushed 
his dick into my asshole.  I wanted to force him away but I knew better.  
Uncle Jim could be quite "persuasive" when he as horny so the best way to 
keep him away from your ass was not to let him get near it in the first 
place.  I'd blown it and now I was paying the price.

Still, what the hell did he just say?  What was this about him and my 
mom?  If he was getting "seconds", who was "first"?  My first thought 
was, of course, my dad, but then I had to wonder if maybe this was 
something more about her relationship with her brother-in-laws that I had 
never known about.  Heck, after all these years I had never known Uncle 
Paul was doing her so would it be such a shock to find out he and Uncle 
Jim had BOTH been doing her... and at the same time?

My thoughts about my mom were pushed out of the way as I almost cried out 
in pain as his dick pushed all the way in my ass.  God, why would anyone 
want this?  I wasn't feeling anything sexy and it certainly wasn't 
getting me off.  All I could think about was hopes that he would cum fast 
and get it over with.

According to all the porn movies and stories, after a while this was 
suppose to feel good and soon I would be writhing with pleasure and 
begging him to fuck me ass deeper.  Yeah right.  Well, gather around 
children and let me fill you in on a secret... Anal sex hurts and I don't 
give a damn how long he fucked me, it didn't get any better.  The only 
time it even felt remotely good was when he finally came (thank god for 
that).  Perhaps the sperm in my ass lubricated him better and that's what 
helped but I had to admit that for a brief moment it actually felt good.  
Then he pulled his dick out of my ass in one swift motion and for a 
second I thought I had taken a shit and half expected to turn around and 
see poop on his dick.  Thank goodness it was just the feeling of his dick 
sliding out of me that felt like I was taking a dump!

He got up quickly and rearranged himself as I struggled to get to my 
feet.  A decent man would have helped me up but he had gotten what he 
wanted from me - and now couldn't care less about me.  I felt a little 
wobbly on my feet and my ass felt weird.  I wasn't sure if it was sore 
from him violating me or if it just felt good to have him out, the sort 
of pleasant sensation you get after a good dump.  Whatever it was, I was 
glad it was over!

"Yep, like I said, you've got one sweet ass Kelly," he said smugly, "Not 
quite as tight as my own daughter's but still nothing to be ashamed of."

This time I put my jeans on as well under my sweater top.  Uncle Jim had 
already resumed his place in front of the TV by the time I got out and he 
grinned from ear to ear as I walked slowly back into the family room 
area.

"Hmmm, a little bowlegged baby?" he teased me, looking at his brothers as 
if he wanted them both to know what he'd done to me.  Yeah, like he 
probably hadn't already the moment he came back out.  

I looked at my dad, expecting him to stand up for me but he just shrugged 
his shoulders as if to say what could he do, it was my fault after all 
any of this had come about.  At 24 I was old enough to take care of 
myself so I guess it was a little unfair of me to expect my daddy to come 
riding in on a white horse to save the honor of his daughter.  Still... 
it would have been nice.  Of course, it would have helped if I had any 
honor to save!

I walked slowly up the stairs, grimacing at the feel of my sore ass.  
Back upstairs though, the sight of my two aunts made any pain instantly 
disappear.  Screw them.  They could say all they wanted about me and my 
family but it was me that had their husbands sperm in my pussy and ass 
right now.  Feeling them cum in me and now seeing the smug faces on my 
aunt's faces made it all worthwhile!


Chapter 7 - Alone at Last With My Dad
=====================================
After the game was over everyone soon left.  My Aunt Linda and Kristen 
were still out doing their home-selling stuff, leaving just me and my dad 
alone.  He was in his favorite chair while I was stretched out on the 
couch, just like old times.  Memories came rushing back of all the times 
I'd spent with him - and all the things we'd done.  It was a special 
place for me, with special memories.  My dad had kept my mom's chair in 
the same place and the emptiness of it was the only sad thing for me.  It 
was over a year now since she was taken from us but it still hurt at 
times like this.  Still, I knew she was in heaven and I also knew she 
would want me to take care of my dad in her absence.  Just as she would 
watch me from her chair as I pleased my father, I was sure she would be 
watching now as well.  Hmmm, do you still get to masturbate when you're 
in Heaven?  I hope so!

"So what was the story today anyway?" my dad finally spoke up, breaking 
the long silence, "It all seemed rather contrived... what was your point 
in fucking them?  You could've just teased them and made their day, 
especially with everyone else here.  Damn Kelly, do you have ANY idea 
what would've happened if one of your aunts had decided to come down here 
while you were having your little bit of fun?"

At first I thought he was teasing me but the look on his face quickly 
sobered me up.  No... he was dead serious.  I tried to explain to him 
what went on with my aunts earlier but he wasn't buying it.

"Give me a break Kelly, they've both always talked about you that way and 
you know damn well your mother and I just ignore them.  They wouldn't be 
happy unless I had you wear sweat pants and a baggy sweatshirt so why 
worry about them?  What was the big deal today?  No matter why, it was 
STILL a pretty stupid thing to do."

I was a little taken aback.  Usually my dad was the first one to 
encourage me to take risks or to be daring.  Indeed, some of the things 
I'd done for him, especially for his work, had been quite risky.  Posing 
as a whore for his clients so they wouldn't know he was fucking his 
daughter?  Fucking the staff as a "reward"?  What was so bad about what I 
did today?

He must have seen the downhearted look in my face so he came over to the 
couch to put his arm around me and hug me.  "Hey baby, I didn't mean to 
upset you but sometimes you seem to forget what would happen if other 
people found out what we do.  There's nothing wrong with it and I love 
you so much but not everyone would be so understanding... especially your 
aunts."

"I'm so sorry daddy... I just hated them for saying those things."

"Well, if nothing else, it WAS pretty hot," he said, hugging me a bit 
tighter, "I think your uncles were taken by surprise today, THAT was for 
sure."

I couldn't help but laugh a little at that.  Oh yeah, a "little" 
surprised was the understatement of the year.

"You know, I was pretty proud of you actually," he said more deeply, "not 
many girls could have pulled off what you did today - at least not with 
so much class."

"Really daddy?... you were proud of me?"

He hugged me even tighter and I felt a warm glow in me.  My dad was proud 
of me!  Of all the things he could have said, that was the one thing that 
made me feel best.

"Of course I was baby.  Seeing them look at you that way, knowing how 
badly they wanted you and how jealous I know they are of me... well how 
could I NOT be proud?"

"But Uncle Jim has Tammy."

"True but she's got nothing on you.  You're the one they wanted today."

"I love you daddy."

With that we kissed and I knew he was the one that wanted me now.  As we 
both undressed, I couldn't help but think about how although they were 
brothers, it was so different having sex with each of them.  Being my 
uncles, it wasn't like they were just any ol' married guy cheating on his 
wife - even though neither of my aunts had a clue as to what their 
husbands did with me.  Growing up with them all my life, they were 
family, not just friends or like the guys I dated.  Still, my Uncle Jim 
was just getting more gross all the time while my Uncle Paul was becoming 
more interesting.  Yet as I stripped for my dad, neither of them made me 
feel the way my dad did.

There's just something special about being with your father that is like 
nothing else in the world.  Sure I've had guys with bigger and fatter 
dicks, guys with better looks and harder bodies, guys with more "skills" 
and others who were more adventuresome.  All of that made for good sex 
but with my dad there is something special that nobody else can give me - 
my father's love.  Like just now when he told me he was proud of me, it 
made me feel special to know he felt that way about me.

As his daughter it was my duty to satisfy his needs but it never felt 
like it was something I was forced to do but rather something I WANTED to 
do.  I'm sure he would be the first to tell you I wasn't always the 
perfect daughter growing up, but one thing he CAN say is that I have 
never refused him when he came to me and asked for me.

Now naked, we laid next to each other on the couch, him spooning behind 
me as I rested on the edge.  It was a little chilly in the family room so 
he pulled a blanket over us and for a while we just stayed that way, 
silent and still with his arms around me, pulling me tightly into him as 
I felt his dick pushing up against my bottom.  It felt so perfect, so 
RIGHT.

Gradually his lust grew and I could feel his moving his hips behind me, 
rubbing his hard dick up and down the crack of my ass.  His hand cupped 
my breasts, my nipples between his fingers as he gently massaged me.  I 
just closed my eyes and let myself go, thinking of nothing but his hands 
on me, of his cock pushing against me.

"Tell me what you want daddy," I whispered softly, "Tell me how to please 
you.  I want to make you happy."

"Mmmmmmm, this IS what I want baby... this is what I wanted all day."

His hand moved back and between my thighs, lifting my leg up and over his 
as he moved down just enough to allow his cock to push up against my now 
exposed crotch.  It felt SO good to feel him rubbing it against me, only 
now he was sliding it up and down my pussy slit instead of my butt.  I 
knew what he wanted... and I wanted to give it to him.

"Fuck me daddy... I want you to fuck me.  Show me how much you love me."

Over the past eight years I can't even begin to guess at how many times 
my dad has fucked me but I knew he still loved to hear me ask for it.  I 
loved the way his face would brighten when I just walked up to him 
sometimes and stood on my tip toes and whispered in his ear that I wanted 
him in me - especially when it was somewhere "inappropriate" like at 
church or even in line at Giant Eagle.  It wasn't always that he actually 
fucked me - it was the offer that seemed to turn him on as much as 
anything.  The best part was he knew I wasn't teasing - that I meant 
every word when I said it.  Of course, ALL men seem to love a girl to ask 
them that but this was different.  I wasn't asking for MY pleasure, I was 
giving myself to him, submitting myself to my father as a good daughter 
should.

Reaching down between my legs, I grasped his erection and guided him to 
my pussy.  I used his head to wet my pussy, pushing him in just a little 
and pulling it out and spreading the wetness over my slit and clit.  God 
it felt so good when I rubbed my clit with his dick!  If it was just me I 
was thinking of, I would have masturbated, using his cock like a dildo 
only in this case, it was the real thing.  That wasn't my purpose now 
though.  It was HIS needs that needed to be satisfied, HIS lust that had 
to be fulfilled.  Not that it wasn't something I enjoyed, but he came 
first, just as a father should.

Once I had my father's dick head in me, I let go of his cock and started 
to rub my clit with my fingers.  He quickly took over and I felt him 
pushing himself into me.  It was my third dick of the day, finishing the 
trio of brothers but yet it was so much better than the others had been.  
I could hear my dad grunting as he pushed himself into me, joining our 
bodies, becoming one with me.  This was so much more than "just sex", I 
felt as if I was giving myself totally to him, submitting myself in the 
most intimate and pure way possible.  As a daughter SHOULD!

"God I love being in you like this," he whispered hoarsely as he held 
himself still in me, his dick now totally consumed by my pussy as the 
base of his shaft met my crotch.

Indeed, this was one of my favorite ways for him to fuck me.  The BEST 
was when he was on top of me, like I was totally under his dominion as he 
took me for his own desires.

Spooning was probably my second as it was intimate yet at the same time a 
little more distant.  I couldn't see him yet I could feel his dick in me 
and his hands roaming all over me.  In a way it was like he was using me, 
fucking me to satisfy his growing lust as he began to pump himself in and 
out of me.  I don't mean "using" in a bad way - quite the opposite in 
fact.  I loved it that as his only daughter he felt comfortable enough to 
seek me out when his needs grew to where only I could satisfy them 
properly.  As much as I knew he loved my mother and having sex with her, 
I always knew there were certain "needs" every man has that only a 
younger girl could quench, and all the better when that girl was his 
daughter.

As my dad slowly stroked himself in and out of my pussy, I could feel 
myself responding to the incredible sensations it produced in me along 
with those I was making with my fingers on my clit.  I loved the way he 
tugged on my nipples, pulling on them with his fingers and then letting 
them snap back after which he would rub my boobs.  I'd been fucked twice 
already but hadn't come near to an orgasm yet now with my dad barely 
moving inside of me it was already time for me to cum.

"Oh god daddy, don't move!" I pleaded as my pussy clamped down on his 
dick like I was having cramps.

I felt my orgasm wash over me as I could think of nothing but the 
fullness of his dick within me.  God it felt so damn good!  Yet again I 
knew this was perfect and so right.

"Fuck me daddy... fuck me faster," I directed him as the initial tidal 
wave had gone through me.

Now I wanted him to fuck me - REALLY fuck me.  I was still cumming and 
all I wanted was his dick moving in me, rubbing me just the right way as 
it slid in and out of my gushing pussy.

He responded instantly.  By now he knew how I wanted it when I came like 
this so as soon as he felt my pussy let loose even the slightest he was 
pumping away furiously.  Watching his two brothers go off to the closet, 
knowing what they were doing to me once they closed the door, seeing me 
exit with their cum in me... all of it must have been driving him crazy - 
not to mention horny as hell!

"Oh daddyyyyyyyy," I moaned as I felt him start to cum in me.

My father pushed his incestuous erection even deeper into me and then 
gave short, hard thrusts as he delivered each load of cum.  Now it really 
was perfect... it really was just right.  My own father was giving his 
most special love to me.  My dad was showing me in a way no words could 
say that he loved me as his daughter.  He held himself in me when he'd 
finished, pulling me tightly against him as if he was claiming me as his.

Normally it is the guy who falls asleep at this point, spent from his 
exertions but in this case I was the one who was exhausted.  It had been 
a crazy day and now it was like I'd just been given the best gift of all 
- my dad's cum, and all I could do was enjoy the sensation of him in me.  
I must have fallen asleep with him still in me as I don't remember him 
pulling out.

*******************

Later I woke up and found myself laying naked and alone under the 
blanket.  As I gathered my bearings I realized that my Aunt Linda must 
have returned home as I saw my dad talking to her out of the corner of my 
eye.  From the way she was grinning and looking at me, it was obvious he 
was filling her in on all the details.  I was so tired still that I just 
laid my head down and fell asleep again.  

It was Thanksgiving and yes, I had a LOT to be thankful for!

THE END

  
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