Chrissy's mother told her to be nice to her uncle Bob.  She was, and
decided that Uncle Bob needed to be nice to her mother.

   Codes Mf inc niece/uncle, preg
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   Being Nice to Uncle 
   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)


   Chrissy shouted to her mother "I'm going over to see Uncle Bob!" as she
went out the back door.

   She heard her mother yell back "Be nice to him."

   Chrissy sighed.  What her mother really meant was "Don't tease your
Uncle".  Her mother didn't understand!  She didn't tease Uncle Bob to be
mean.  It was just how they treated each other.  Ever since she'd been a
little girl she'd teased him about his receding hairline, or how his shirt
and pants didn't match, or how slow he was when they walked.  It didn't
matter what it was, she just stood there with her hands on her hips and
frowned, saying something critical about him.  Then he'd get this special
helpless look on his face, and then he would look like he was going to cry.
If anyone else saw him, it might look like she had said something that had
just CRUSHED him, breaking his spirit FOREVER!

   But Chrissy knew what came next.  First he growled, soft and low in his
throat.  That growl got louder and louder as she pretended fright.  Then
he'd jump at her, catch her, and tickle her, all the time growling about
how he was tired of her being mean to him and that he was going to punish
her severely.  All the time she was shrieking with laughter.

   The alternative was that each time she said something he'd look hurt and
say "That's one ...  you'll pay." If he ever got to three or four, he'd
jump up, grab her and the rest was the same.

   But if there were other people around, Uncle Bob didn't do any of those
things.  He just mouthed "That's one" to her.  She knew then that, as soon
as they were alone, he'd grab her and exact his revenge.

   Chrissy grew older, but that didn't effect their game.  One day, when
she was fourteen, she'd left her bra off because it was too small and hurt.
Uncle Bob had noticed and, when he grabbed her and tickled her, he dug his
fingers into her breast flesh, poking and squeezing.

   Chrissy squealed and slapped his hands, yelling "UNCLE BOB!!  Those are
my BOOBS!  You can't touch my boobs!"

   He had frozen, then, holding her shoulders, had pushed her away from him
at arms length.  He looked her up and down and said "By golly you HAVE
grown boobs!" He took one finger and poked her right breast, right about
where the nipple was.  "And pretty nice boobs at that!"

   Chrissy slapped his hand away again.  "Don't touch them ...  you CAN'T
touch them." she said firmly.

   He held up both of his hands, his fingers dished, as if to cover both
breasts.  "What do you mean?  I DID touch them.  I ALREADY touched them. 
Maybe you'll give your elders some RESPECT now that you have....  BOOBS!"
When he said the word 'boobs' he reached out and cupped, then squeezed both
her tender young breasts.  Then he was tickling her again and she was
squirming and shrieking like she always had.

   Ever since then, whenever he tickled her, he fondled her breasts.  She
didn't mind, really.  He never did anything else and he never overdid it.
In fact, after a while she got to crave the feel of his big man hands on
her sensitive breasts.  She stopped wearing bras altogether whenever she
was around him.  She knew he could tell, and that it encouraged him to play
with them a little.  Lately he'd taken to squeezing her nipples in quick
little nips that sent chills through her and made her wish he'd squeeze
them harder, or longer or something.

   All in all, it had felt nice.  Really nice.  In fact, that's what had
caused her to think of her mother.  Chrissy's father had died years ago,
and her mother had never remarried.  She was pretty, and smart and guys
should have been beating down her door, but she never dated.  Chrissy was
sure she was lonely and unhappy, but she hadn't been able to figure out how
to convince her mother to begin seeing men again.  So, Chrissy had decided
to involve Uncle Bob.  He was her mother's brother, after all, and should
know enough about his sister to be able to give Chrissy some advice.

   So, when she got to his house that day, she passed up the chance to be
rude and get tickled.  She had more important things to do.

   "Uncle Bob?" she yelled as she went in through the back door.

   "In the bathroom" he yelled back.

   Chrissy went to the door, which was only half closed.  She stood where
she couldn't see him, of course.  "Uncle Bob?  I need to talk to you."

   "What's up?" came his deep voice from the bathroom.  She heard the
splash of water in the bowl and realized he was peeing.  "Did some pimple
faced boy knock you up or something?" he called out.

   Chrissy almost didn't understand what he'd said.  This was because she'd
decided to peek and had edged one eye around the open door until she could
see what was going on.  She wasn't prepared for what she saw.  Uncle Bob's
penis was about seven or eight inches long, long enough that he had his
whole hand around it, holding it while he pissed in the bowl.

   If you'd have asked her, Chrissy would have said she knew about
erections and all that stuff.

   But Uncle Bob's penis WASN'T erect!  In other words, when it DID get
stiff, it would be a MONSTER, pure and simple.

   Then the content of what he'd said hit her.  "UNCLE BOB!!!" she
screeched.  "I can't believe you said that." she said as she backed up.  He
had started putting his big cock away in his pants and she didn't want to
get caught peeking.  Just as she got to safety the door opened and there
was her Uncle.

   "Why can't you believe I said that?" he smiled.  "I figure all the boys
at school are dreaming about knocking you up." He said it so
matter-of-factly that it gave her pause.

   "No they aren't" she said, as if she had just gotten the joke.  But her
Uncle didn't look like it had been a joke.  "Are they?" she finished
weakly.

   "Of course they are" said her Uncle.  "They're boys and you're gorgeous.
That's what boys think about when they see a good looking woman." He said
that in an awfully serious vein too.  Chrissy felt her neck begin to flush.
Her handsome Uncle had just called her gorgeous and good looking!  "Now,
what's the big emergency?" he said as he herded her toward the living room.

   So Chrissy sat down next to him on the couch and told him all about how
her mother was lonely, and young and pretty and that she needed a man, and
how she thought he could help.  When she finished he sat there quiet for a
minute.

   "Let me get this straight.  You want me to help you get your mother
laid." he said.

   Chrissy blushed beet red.  "NO!  I mean no, well not exactly.  I mean
that's not what I meant.  Or at least that's not what I was thinking. 
Couldn't she just go on dates or something?  Get to know some guys?  Stuff
like that?  I mean you and I have LOTS of fun, and I want her to have some
fun too."

   Her Uncle looked straight at her.  "Sweetie" he said.  "Adult
relationships aren't quite the same as what you and I do." As he said this
he very deliberately reached out to the where her left nipple was poking
out through her T shirt and squeezed it gently.  It was different than when
he did it tickling her.  She felt a flash of pain/pleasure shoot from that
nipple to her belly.

   She slapped at his hand.  "Stop that.  Behave yourself!" she scolded. 
"That's different" she went on.  "We're just playing."

   His hand came up and slid down her hair on the side of her face. 
"That's what I mean, pumpkin" he said.  "We just play, but when adults get
together, they don't want to play, they want to have real love ...  to make
love.  At least they do eventually.  And if both of them don't get to that
place in the relationship at the same time, well ...  it gets difficult to
continue the relationship.  And the problem is that guys get there pretty
quick.  Probably quicker than your mother would.  She's been out of the
game for a long time Chrissy."

   "But, I don't understand" moaned Chrissy.  "I mean you and I love each
other and you don't want to get into MY pants."

   She said it and then saw a guarded look flash across his face.  He
didn't say anything.

   "Uncle Bob?" she said.

   He still didn't respond.  Chrissy felt more blood rushing to her neck
and face.  "Do you?" she said.

   Finally he spoke.  "Look pumpkin.  Like I said.  Guys who see beautiful
women and are interested in them just think that way.  And both you and
your mother are stunners.  It doesn't mean anything in particular.  It's
just the way we're wired."

   Chrissy sat, stunned.  Her Uncle LUSTED after her!  She felt weak for a
second.  He thought she and her mother were beautiful!  She AND HER MOTHER!
Chrissy thought furiously about the inferences being made.  A very strange
feeling came over her.

   Surely he wasn't serious.

   But she had to know.  She had to find out.  And she could think of only
one way to find out.  Without thinking about it any further, Chrissy turned
to her Uncle, grasped his face in both her hands, and kissed him on the
lips.  She'd only made out one time in her whole life, with Danny Tomkins,
and he'd taught her to French kiss.  She'd thought it was pretty hot then,
and she used her limited experience of that kiss now, slipping her tongue
into her astounded Uncle's mouth.  He didn't try to pull away, so she kept
kissing him until she found she couldn't breathe.  She broke the kiss and
immediately darted her right hand to the front of his pants, where that
mammoth peter of his should be.

   It was there, all right.  No problem finding it.  It was punching the
front of his pants out at least four inches.  He was hard as a rock.

   It was clear, perfectly plain to see, that her Uncle Bob wanted to have
sex with her.  He had been telling the truth.  And the odd thing was that
the fact that he wanted to have sex with her didn't bother her at all like
she would have thought it would.

   "Chriiiiis" he said in that voice that would normally have said she was
in trouble.  But Chrissy suddenly knew that she had power, and she wasn't
frightened in the least.

   "Well" she panted as she caught her breath.  "We've established that men
DO want to have sex with beautiful women, and that you weren't just teasing
me.  Good.  Good.  That's progress.  OK.  Now here's my idea.  You and my
mom already know and love each other, right?  Right!  And she wouldn't feel
strange around you.  So all we have to do is get the two of you together in
a romantic setting and let nature take its course!"

   Uncle Bob smiled.  "I suppose that's a fine idea, Pumpkin, except for
one little thing.  What makes you think your mother would even think about
getting involved with ME, her BROTHER, in any way even remotely sexual?"

   "Simple" she said calmly.  "I'm quite sure she'd think about it, for the
same reason that I thought about it.  I mean you're my Uncle, right?  And I
just found out that what you said about men wanting a woman goes both ways.
When I ...  I mean when we were kissing, you could have done just about
anything in the world you wanted to with me and I wouldn't have said a
single word.  If I can feel that way, why couldn't my mother?" She leaned
closer to him and put her hand back in his lap, grasping his boner firmly.
"And it's pretty obvious there won't be any problem from THIS little guy."

   Her Uncle sat stock still as she caressed his erection.  "Damn" he said
under his breath.

   "What's wrong Uncle Bob" Chrissy said sweetly.

   "I was hoping this wouldn't happen" he said, putting his hand over hers.
"I mean this sort of changes things.  I had such a good time sneaking feels
of your pretty boobies and now it isn't innocent any more and I have to
stop.  I can't pretend you don't know what's going on."

   Chrissy sat up straighter and pulled her hand back from his boner. 
Then, very carefully, she grasped the hem of her T shirt and began dragging
it up, toward her breasts.

   "I told you it works both ways, Uncle Bob."

   She kept pulling, baring her breasts and pulling the shirt completely
off.  Then she stood and began unbuttoning her jeans.

   "I don't want us to stop having fun." She slid her pants down and
stepped out of them.  "Besides, when I left to come over here, my mother
told me to be nice to you.  And right now I want to be very very nice to
you."

   Bob stared hungrily at her breasts.  They were cones, rather than round
heavy breasts, and they stood out proudly from her chest.  They were topped
by cherry red nipples that he'd dreamed about, seeing them erect and
pressing through her shirts.  He'd felt them, but they were even more
beautiful than he'd hoped they might be.  "Baby?" he said softly "I wasn't
kidding about what men want to do."

   She bent over, sliding her panties down.  "I know" she said, just as
softly.  "I wasn't either."

   He sat, stunned, as she stood before him in all her teenaged naked
beauty.  She wasn't self conscious at all.  She believed him when he said
she was beautiful.  He sat, his hands at his side as she knelt in front of
him and unbuttoned his shirt, then unbuckled his belt and finally unzipped
his pants.  "You have to help a little" she said, sitting back on her
haunches.

   "I don't think you understand what you're doing" he said, his voice
breaking.  When she'd sat back her knees had parted and he had a clear view
of honey blond hair just above the prettiest pink plump pussy lips he'd
ever seen.

   "Well, then" she said, pulling him up.  "I guess you'll just have to
teach me." She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and ran her hands over
his hairy chest.  She pushed his pants down, leaving only his tented boxers
covering him.  Her fingers slipped lower, toying with the band of his
boxers.  "Unless you're too old, and feeble, and bald, and impotent to do
anything about it."

   He sucked in a breath and grabbed her.  She shrieked, like she always
did when he grabbed her.  He threw her to the couch and fell down in front
of her, his fingers scrabbling over her stomach, breasts, everywhere as he
tickled her.  She wiggled and writhed until his fingers settled on her
nipples, pulling them, twisting them, squeezing them.  She lay back, her
legs splayed open, humming happily as he made her feel good.  She closed
her eyes, only to snap them open when he captured a nipple between his lips
to suck on it.  She felt dampness flood her between her legs and the felt
his hands there, his fingers caressing, smoothing, probing, where no man's
hands had ever touched.  She began to pant.  He was making her feel VERY
good.  Then his lips kissed down her belly, across her abdomen.  She knew
what was going to happen.  She'd heard of it.  She never thought anyone
would do it to her, though.

   When his lips kissed her lower ones, she groaned long and low.  Her
hands darted to his hair and pulled him into her as his tongue slithered
all over her sex.  He found her clit and she thought she'd just die with
the pleasure.  She felt pressure, inside, outside, everywhere, like she was
going to explode or break into pieces.  It was so intense it scared her and
she cried out.  Then he forced one long finger deep in her pussy and the
dam broke.  Pleasure rushed into her, through her and out of her everywhere
on her body.  She was in agony, and had never felt better in her whole
life. This was a pain she knew she was instantly addicted to, and one she
hoped would never ever end.

   She flopped back, limp, helpless and half opened her eyes as she felt
his mouth leave her.  He was standing, pulling his boxers down, exposing
his prick.  It was HUGE.  It was scary!  It was long and knobby, leaking
white sticky looking stuff from the tip.  "Baby" he croaked.  "Honey, I'm
sorry, but I have to do this." He was jacking it slowly.

   She forced the fear down ...  made herself think about the fact that men
and women had been doing this for thousands ...  no millions of years, and
that she was made for this.  It was still scary, but she wanted to do it.
She scooted her butt down, closer toward the edge of the couch seat. 
"Yessss" she hissed.

   She felt the tip burrow between her pussy lips and begin to stretch her.
She felt him lean over and fasten his lips around a nipple.  He sucked and
bit and pushed, all at the same time.  She writhed as she felt herself
being split apart.  This must be what it felt like to have a baby, she
thought.  Then he pulled back and started using the front third of his cock
to fuck her with.  She stretched, and the pressure lessened.  Now it wasn't
as much painful as it was a feeling of fullness.  He twisted both her
nipples and pulled on them, like he was pulling her onto his cock with
them. "OOOOwwwwwwww" she complained, until she realized that this made her
pussy relax somehow.  He shoved another third of his boner into her and
leaned over to kiss her.  Now, while their tongues dueled, he fucked her
with two thirds of his cock.  It slid in and out freely now, and there was
a wet squelching sound.  She was dripping wet now.

   He broke the kiss and whispered "I love you baby".  He pushed ...  kept
pushing ...  as she groaned and writhed under him, trying to spread her
legs even further apart, trying to make room.

   "Ohhhh fuuuuck" she groaned.

   There was a fairly small amount of time that Chrissy lost that night. 
She couldn't remember where she went during that time, but when she came
back her Uncle Bob was reaming her out with long slow strokes of his iron
hard bone.  Every time he went in, and every time he drug it back out, the
top of that bumpy bony penis scraped across her tender teen clitty. 
Chrissy couldn't believe how fabulous it felt.  She knew instantly that
several things would happen.  She knew that no other man would ever touch
her.  She knew that she would spread her legs for her Uncle any time, any
place and as often as he asked her to.  She knew she'd have his babies. 
She knew she'd be happy for the rest of her life.  Her teenage hormones
were flooding her body to the point that she had no control over anything
in her world at that particular point in time.

   And so, when her Uncle grunted that he was about to cum, and that he
should pull out, but that he just couldn't, and that he was sorry, she
grabbed his face with her hands again, and again planted a lip lock on him
to show him how she felt.  She felt his tongue slip across hers.  She felt
his penis swell.  She felt him drive into her so deep that she felt
something give way and open up so he could go even deeper.  Then she felt
the pulse and splat of hot semen splashing against the walls of her womb as
her Uncle planted his seed right where it counted.  Again and again he
grunted and the wet heat of his spend rocketed into her womb.  None of it
could get out because her cervix was thoroughly plugged by the shaft of his
prick.  Bob sagged on top of her, squashing her breasts flat as his peter
spat out the last of it's copious discharge.  He knew he was heavy, and
that she must be in pain from being stretched so much, so he rolled
sideways, letting his now semi-hard cock drag out of her pussy.

   Chrissy lay back, tired, limp, and satisfied beyond her wildest dreams.
She felt wetness flowing out of her strangely empty pussy.  Had she had the
energy to lift her head she'd have seen thick globs of her Uncle's sperm
bubbling out of her gaping pussy.

   Bob gasped as he tried to catch his breath.  He hadn't had a woman in
years, and he felt like several years worth of semen had just used his cock
like a fire hose.  He felt guilty.  "Sorry" he gasped, not knowing what
else to say.  She'd been tight ...  too tight.  He hoped he hadn't torn her
or hurt her too badly.  Still, he brightened, there had been that kiss at
the end.

   Chrissy could sense his guilt.  "Fat lecherous old pervert." she
groaned.

   Then they both laughed, knowing that everything was going to be OK.

   They lay there in silence for half an hour, napping and relaxing
together.  Finally Chrissy sat up, her hair in disarray, her gaping teen
pussy still clogged with thick white baby butter.  "Wow" she said in a
normal voice.  "I'm not all that sure I want to share you with my mother.
That was kind of fun."

   Bob chuckled.  "Most of them like it ...  once.  The problem is getting
them to come back a second time."

   Chrissy looked at him steadily.  "I don't think you'll have to worry
about that any more.  And if my mother actually gets a taste of that" she
pointed to his penis "you may have to worry about getting her out of your
bed at all!"

   Bob didn't think Chrissy's idea of getting her mother in bed with him
would work at all.  He knew Beth pretty well, and couldn't imagine her
going for that under any circumstances.  But it was fun, over the next few
weeks, having Chrissy coach him and prep him, trying various colognes and
different outfits to see which ones were most likely, in her opinion, to
catch her mother's interest.  Of course all of them caught Chrissy's
interest, and invariably she ended up flat on her back, legs spread for her
handsome Uncle Bob, while he pounded another dose of his incestuous sperm
deep into her body.  He kept telling her he had to get her on the pill, or
that he should use a condom or something, but every time he said something
she said "OK, I'll think about it." Then she used her pussy muscles to milk
him off, getting a nice warm dose of slippery virile sperm into her hungry
fertile pussy.

   In the mean time, they came up with a plan, and they put it into action.
Chrissy was in her room when she heard her Uncle come through the back door
of the house and call out to his sister.  She stayed in her room, "doing
homework" and hoping that things went OK.  It was very quiet for a long
long time.  Then noises ...  no ...  shouting!  She crept out in the hall.
Was her mother yelling at Uncle Bob for trying something?  Was she going to
throw him out?  She crept closer to the family room, where the sounds were
coming from.  Now she could hear better.  It WAS her mother shouting ... 
screaming ...  and she was screaming at her brother:

   "OH FUCK ...  OH SHIT ...  OH BOB ...  OHHH BOBBY BABY ...  DON'T STOP
...  YOU BASTARD ...  YOU PERVERT ...  STICK IT DEEPER BABY ...  OH DON'T
EVER EVER STOP ..."

   Chrissy turned around and went back to her room.  Her own pussy needed a
little attention.  She could relax now, knowing her mother would be happy
again.  They all would be happy.  And if she had planned things just right,
she and her mother might have their babies at the same time too!


   
