Don't Fuck Me; I'm Just The Messenger

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oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and 
characters contained within are figments of my 
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advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  
The characters in the story are entirely fictional.  You need 
to believe that all of the characters are over the age of 
eighteen.

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A Harvey Marcus Retrospective:  Don't Fuck Me; I'm Just 
The Messenger

In a sudden delusion caused by two simultaneous 
synapses crossing each other, I thought, "Gee, wouldn't it 
be keen to tell the story of how I, Harvey Marcus, got 
started with all of this screwing around.  I mean, it didn't 
just happen out of nothing.  Everything has a cause, a 
spark, an ignition.  So, here's another Official 
Retrospective, detailing how I involuntarily got sucked into 
a campaign of accidental sex with all of the world's 
eighteen-year and older females.

Episodes One and Two found me seduced by two different 
babysitters.  Episode Three involved a stranger, while 
Episode Four partnered me with a coworker.

This jumps ahead to my Fifth Episode, bringing Mr. 
Marcus to a new threshold:  sex with a family member.  
Relatively speaking, Mr. Marcus's won't-power (or 
willpower) has been brutally pummeled by the previous 
four encounters (or en-cunt-ers).  Will he hold the line 
against incest?


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My wife Harriett has an older brother named Arnold. The 
last time I saw Arnold and his family was at an ice skating 
exhibition featuring his adopted daughter, Joanie, and 
three hundred other kids. I had to give her credit. - She 
didn't fall even once.  However, at the speed she skated, I 
could have polished off a fat novel in the time it took her 
and her teammates to enter the rink, perform their number 
and skate to the exit. 

Anyway, Arnold's mother-in-law, no relation to us, passed 
away but curiously included Arnold's sister, my wife 
Harriett, in her will. I didn't remember even meeting the 
woman, although I don't attend every family gathering.  
Arnold's wife Annette was never fond of Harriett, 
especially after Harriett got pregnant.  After years of trying 
and failing, followed by expensive and unsuccessful 
procedures, they were forced to adopt.

I wasn't on the call but a direct quote of Annette by Harriett 
afterwards made it clear Annette was furious that "some 
nobody was going to profit by her mother's death."  
Harriett didn't want her brother to suffer any more than he 
already had at Annette's hand (or mouth), so she called 
Annette back and offered to work things out. They came to 
an agreement that involved a reduced amount from what 
the will stated, Harriett reimbursing Annette $500 for a 
plane ticket and signing a release against any other claims 
or remuneration. Sounded wacky, but this was Harriett's 
business, not mine. Harriett wouldn't listen when I told her 
to hold out for the entire amount, in excess of $20,000.  
The worst part was, Harriett recruited me as the 
messenger boy without asking.  I swallowed hard when 
Harriett handed me an envelope containing $500 in cash.  
Where did she get that kind of money?  Cash was one of 
Annette's requirements.  Another was no electronic 
documents, instead specifically no-acid paper.  I was to 
deliver the cash and get the release document from 
Annette.  Sounded simple, but these things never are.  
Plus, I didn't like Harriett's expectation that she could give 
me chores like this and expect me to do them without 
complaint.

I flew out to Kansas City that evening and rented the 
cheapest subcompact Buck Dollar Rentals had. It was a 
real beater whose engine felt like it was powered by 
rubber bands.  Fortunately, Arnold and Annette's house 
was downhill from the airport.

The lights were off inside, with no outside illumination.  
Were they asleep?  I rang the bell. No answer. While I 
stood contemplating my next move, and wondering if I'd 
get mugged for the lump of cash in my jacket pocket, a 
convertible pulled into the driveway and opened the 
garage. I walked around to the front of the open garage 
only to see a figure exiting the car. A young woman leapt 
out and headed straight for a door into the house. Too 
young to be Annette.  Must be Joanie. She'd really grown 
up.  I started to say something but the noise of the motor 
closing the garage door drown out my stuttered 
introduction.  

Knowing that someone was home, I rang the bell again. 
Joanie answered, eyes red and puffy. Her tan was 
extraordinary.  Not an inch of white visible around her 
halter-top or past the hem of her short skirt.  Her hair, 
frizzy and full, was tied into a puffy ponytail in back.  "What 
do you want?"

My body was framed by the doorway.  "Is your mother 
home?"

"No. Go away."  She shoved at the door and stalked away 
to the left, to the living room if memory served.  My foot 
prevented the door from slamming in my face.  Her 
ponytail was a plume.  If she stood on her head, she 
would have been a human dust mop.  And, her panties 
would be on display.  God, why does my mind go there so 
easily?  Maybe it was the short skirt and the way it 
swooshed as her hips swayed.

She didn't stop me from following her. Maybe she thought 
the door slam had been sufficient.   An envelope on the 
wrought iron entry table was addressed to Harriett Marcus.  
It contained the papers I'd come for.  I could have left my 
envelope with $500 and taken the legal papers and that 
would have been that. Mission accomplished. But I hadn't 
seen or talked to Joanie for six or seven years. I viewed it 
as a training opportunity to prepare me when Annie got 
older.  I left Harriett's envelope in place.  "I need to see 
her."  

Joanie spun, the hem of her short skirt flirting with her 
waist.  "You've got your nerve, coming to our house. 
Where to you normally meet, anyway?  Day's Inn?  Motel 
Six?"

What was this about a motel?  Did Joanie think I met her 
mother at motels?  Where did that come from? Annette 
barely tolerated my presence.  There's no way she'd get 
involved with me, especially some sleazy relationship.  All 
I had to do was take the envelope, leave Harriett's 
payment and go.  But something odd was going on here.  
Getting accused of a sexual relationship I wasn't having 
was novel.  It made me curious.  Like a cat, but with only 
one life.  "I'm just here to get a release."

She continued her rant.  "I bet you are. You men are all 
alike."

I'd chosen my words badly.  "You have this all wrong."

"Yeah sure. I'm not stupid. I know Mom's been cheating on 
Dad for a while. But none of Mom's johns have ever come 
to the house."

If Joanie was correct, supposedly faithful Annette was a 
loose woman. I decided to let the mistaken impression go 
on a bit longer.  "This is where she told me to meet her."

"That's impossible, because she's out with my dad, and 
she wouldn't want him to see you.  God, you may be a 
stud, but you're really confused.  Now get the hell out of 
here before they get back from the relatives."  She 
grabbed her head with her hands.  Her blouse buttons 
were in the wrong holes.  "God, how could she schedule a 
fucking session when Gamma isn't cold yet?  What a 
bitch!"

I dragged my attention from the gaps in her blouse.  
"When will she-"

"Make good?  Hell if I know. You men. You get all stiff and 
tell us it will be wonderful and then. And then."  Joanie 
chocked up.  "You make me sick". She pointed at the door 
as she ran upstairs crying. 

I plopped down on he soda. What was Joanie's problem?  
I sat in the dimly lit living room. About fifteen minutes later 
Joanie came prancing downstairs in a towel. Her wet hair 
told me she'd showered. Uncrossing my legs caught her 
attention.  She held the towel close.   "Shit. Are you still 
here?  I told you to leave." Sharp tan lines across her 
shoulders told me that she'd stayed with the same skimpy 
bathing suit all summer.  She hiked the towel up to prevent 
exposing her chest but that only raised it higher on her 
thighs. She couldn't have it both ways.  "I told you, Mom's 
not here, and she and Dad will be back any moment.  Beat 
it!"

"That doesn't change the fact that she scheduled this.  I'm 
here to do business."

"Is that what you call it?  And run the risk of running into 
my father?  You're so stupid."

"I know your dad. He's-"

"Oh great. Now Mom's fucking Dad's friends. What do you, 
work together or something?  Shit, what if he finds out?  
Christ!"

Time to straighten Joanie out.  "He doesn't know because 
your mother-"

"Keeps it hidden. No duh.  She must have thought Dad 
wouldn't be here. Or me for that matter. And I wouldn't 
have been except for-"  She began to breathe erratically.   
Her towel shifted with each inhale.  The tears resumed. 
She slumped into the far end of the sofa. The towel was 
barely keeping her privates covered. Which meant there 
was a lot of bare skin. Which meant I was erect.  

Even though I'd had sex with two of Annie's babysitters, a 
stranger in a gynecologist's office and a co-worker, there 
was no way I'd have sex with a family member.  A simple, 
firm barrier to behavior. The family line I wouldn't cross.  
"Care to talk about it?"  I could still provide advice, if 
Joanie needed some.

"WhatÕs wrong with me anyway?" she asked.

Nothing that I could see.  "Beats me.  I don't know about 
your grades in school, but you look marvelous-"

She raised her chin. "Really?"

"Absolutely." I made eye contact so she knew I was being 
honest.

She paused before speaking. "So how much money did 
you bring Mom?"

She thinks her mother gets money for sex?  I wouldn't 
have sex with Annette if she paid me!  Under Joanie's 
assumption, a fair question.  "$500."

"Really?  What does she do for $500?"

I glanced at the envelope in the entry.  "Like I said, I get a 
release-"

"So she gets you off?  $500 is too much for a handjob or 
blowjob. She must fuck you. Right?  Nah, that would be 
too cheap."

I'd heard the amount of Harriett's inheritance was about 
$20,000. But she was settling for five percent, or a grand. 
"Yes, I'm getting fucked."

"$500 huh?  You want to try somebody younger?"

This game had gone far enough.  My rule shouted at me.  
I blurted out an answer. "No thanks."

"What, I'm not good enough?  Just because I can't-  donÕt 
you think I'm worth $500?"

What was Joanie's problem?  Did she really just offer 
herself to me for money?  My 'no family rule was 
unambiguous.  "I'm sure you'd be terrific and worth every 
penny, but-"

Joanie didn't give up.  "I know Mom's tits are bigger but 
they sag. Mine aren't bad."  She pulled the towel down to 
expose the tops of her breasts, above the nipples. She 
was right. Her breasts weren't bad at all. Tanning with the 
same bathing suit had left well-defined pizza-slice shaped 
white areas that accentuated her breasts' shape. 

"I really can't -"

"Fuck a young women?  But you came here to screw 
Mom, right?"

This was a critical choice. I hadn't come all this way for 
sex. I analyzed my situation. Joanie was family, my niece. 
I decided she was bluffing.  Sex with an older man, a 
stranger?  Preposterous.  The best defense was a good 
offense.  "First I'm shit because you think I'm here to have 
sex with your mother.  Now you make the same offer as 
her substitute.  Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I just back from a horrid date when you showed up. Kind 
of like fate. Do you believe in fate?"

I wondered if my destiny was scoring with hot but 
vulnerable young women. "Sometimes."

"You can't believe sometimes. Either you do or you don't.  
See, I was scheduled to have sex with Greg tonight."

Greg was a lucky guy.  "No one schedules sex."  Harriett 
and I didn't, but she'd given it up completely.  And my 
previous sexual episodes had happened at random.

"We did.  We set the date a year ago, when we figured 
we'd be ready.  I'd promised myself and I'd promised him. 
On the top floor of the college parking lot building. Under 
the stars. Romantic, huh?"

"You waited to have sex for a year?  Amazing.  So how 
was it?"

"He just about drilled me a third hole. Bastard. It wasn't 
pleasant at all. And here you are, ready to do Mom but not 
me.  You're a shithead, just like Greg."

'You've got me all wrong." I was ready to tell her I was her 
uncle.  "I'm really a nice guy, once you get to know me."  

"Not like Greg?"

"I don't believe so."

She dipped her head, looking up at me.  "So how do you 
like your women?"

I gave her a puzzled expression, not one of my most 
attractive.  "Huh?"

"You know, heftier and older like Mom or younger and 
thinner?  Like me?"

"Don't be silly."  She wasn't being silly, of course.  Just 
horny.

"What's silly about having sex with me?  Greg didnÕt satisfy 
me and Mom isn't here for you.  Maybe we're supposed to 
be here alone.  Those things happen."

"I'm sure they do."  Not.  "But not to us."

"Why not?  Check out my tits before you decide."  She let 
the towel slide.

"No!"  I grabbed the edge and tugged it back up. That put 
my hand against her chest.

"If you want to feel them, that's okay.  Greg skipped 
foreplay and went straight to assault."

Greg was an idiot. Joanie was a horny guy's playground, 
not someone to be fucked and dumped.  I pulled my hand 
back.  "We shouldn't."

"I'm giving you permission, for Pete's sake. I waited a year 
to get laid and Greg fucked up."  She giggled at her own 
joke.  "At least keep me company. I don't want to be alone 
and I'm guessing you don't either.  Maybe you won't let me 
substitute for my mother, but that doesn't mean we can't 
hang out."

My eight-inch cock hanging out of my pants was just the 
thing I needed to avoid.  "Okay, I'll stay and we can talk."

"I should probably put some clothes on, huh?"

I nodded.

Joanie leapt off the sofa holding onto the failing towel. 
Long expanses of bare skin from rib to toe were titillating.  
And that didn't count the flash of a breast profile.  She flew 
up the stairs two at a time. Her twin ass cheeks bounced. 
The dark area between her thighs was indistinct but my 
brain knew what has hidden there. So did my dick.

After a minute of silence, her voice came from the top of 
the stairs.  "Come on up."

I hadn't been in the house maybe twice before.  I made my 
way cautiously.  Did she have a gun, ready to kill her 
mother's lover?  Worse yet, maybe she was naked.  I 
peeked into the first bedroom.  Looked like it belonged to a 
young woman. Posters and frills.  She'd put on the same 
outfit she'd worn when I first saw her that night, white 
halter-top and short blue skirt.  She'd removed the tie that 
kept her wild head full of frizzy hair in check.  It sprouted 
like a brunette aura around her face.  "Good, you're still 
here."

"Where would I go?"  I'd given no thought to using her 
absence to make an exit, taking Harriett's documents and 
leaving the money. The opportunity to connect with my 
niece pulled too strong. I just had to avoid anything 
physical.  We were both standing, awkward at best.  "So, 
what do you want to talk about?"

"What is sex supposed to be like?"  She stood, hands 
behind her back, pushing her chest forward.  She'd 
skipped a bra, her nipples evident under the thin fabric.

I cleared my throat.  "Its intimate and exciting and reckless 
and -"

"Can you show me how itÕs supposed to be done? I was 
expecting to have sex tonight, just with a different partner."

"We were just going to talk, remember?"  My whole body 
stiffened, not just my cock. "You don't really know what 
you're asking."

Her body heat raised the temperature in the room. At least 
that's why I thought I was sweating.  She plopped down on 
her bed and patted the area next to her.  "I figure you're 
getting the better end of the deal, me instead of my 
mother. That's trading up, right?"  She didn't have to say 
that I was not a young buck like Greg. And she didn't. Her 
eyes were wide in anticipation. "I gave up so many 
opportunities last year.  Nice guys, handsome, hung.  But I 
waited for Greg.  Don't make me beg."

I didn't want to make her at all, except I did.  My brain 
searched frantically for excuses. She was my niece. I'd 
made family the boundary.  While I simultaneously mulled 
the opportunity, struggled to identify justifications and 
considered viable excuses, Joanie untied the halter behind 
her neck.  Raising her arms thrust her tits out.  As the 
halter dropped, pizza-slice-shaped white patches on cone-
shaped breasts came into view.  In the middle of each, like 
lumps of sausage, her pointy nipples.  God, they were 
sexy.

"You have a great tan."  My voice was raspy from a dry 
throat. She couldn't mean what she said. She wanted sex 
with a stranger?  I felt my feet slipping out from under me. 
No, no slippery slope this time.

"My friend Veronica said her first time was with a older 
guy. That he was gentle. Not like Greg. Would you be 
gentle?"

"Yes," I sighed. "If we had sex, but were not going to."

"I don't understand. You were going to have sex with 
Mom." Her head drooped.  I'd disappointed her, maybe 
even insulted her.  "I guess itÕs okay if you don't want to.  
But you can still show me what I did wrong."

She and Greg lacked experience.  It was clear Greg also 
lacked technique. "You just need a few tits, uh tips."

She got up and pushed me onto the bed.  I sat up.  Her 
ass was on my thighs before I could react. The skirt rode 
up exposing just about everything. "This was how Greg 
and I sat."

"You shouldn't be on my lap." I fixated on her exposed 
breasts. I needed her off my lap before she felt-

"Oh my god. Is that all you?  She hugged me, my face 
nestled between her young tits. This was completely 
erotic. She smelled fresh and new. Her crotch lifted and 
made a one point landing on mine. "You are up for this, 
you liar. I wasn't sure with your hesitating and all.  Your 
teasing has gotten me even hotter."

"I'm not teasing."

"Sure."  She ground her crotch against mine.  "Ooh, you're 
really hard.   Say, I don't even know your name."

"Harvey."

"That's funny. I have an uncle named-"  Her eyes bugged 
out.  Her jaw dropped. "Uncle Harvey?"  I didn't have to 
nod. She encircled me with her arms. Her breasts dug into 
my chest. She squatted harder against my groin. Her 
attention kept me excited. She planted a wet smooch on 
cheek, then the other, and finally on my lips. "I haven't 
seen you in years. Why don't you come and visit?"

I wanted desperately avoiding the cumming. "Your mother 
doesn't care to see us."

"Don't take it personal. She hates everybody, even Daddy. 
Oh my god. I told you she's been cheating. You're not 
going to tell, are you?"

I shook my head.

"You're not Momma's lover. No way!"  She kissed me 
again harder.  Had she and Greg kissed?  "So why did you 
come?"

There was that word again. Continued pressure of her 
crotch on my dick might just cause me to spurt.  "Your 
grandmother left Harriett money."

Joanie smile wilted.  Were her eyes tearing?  "Gamma 
had a full life."  Joanie snarfed back a sob.  "She always 
had nice things to say about Aunt Harriett. Once Gamma 
told me that Aunt Harriett and Daddy would gave been the 
perfect couple except they were brother and sister. That's 
illegal. Right?"

"Absolutely."  And by my self-imposed rule, sleeping with a 
family member was also not allowed. I prayed she'd get off 
my lap.

"You've always liked me. I remember you brought me 
flowers to my ice shows."

It was almost impossible to keep my eyes from staring at 
her perky two-tone tits.  "You remembered."

"This is perfect. I don't need Greg, and I don't have to go 
find some stranger to teach me about sex. You can to it.  
Oh God!  And here I was, trying to seduce you for money!  
Oh I'm so sorry.  Can you ever forgive me?"

She kissed me on the lips with a bit more fervor than 
necessary.  At least we got the identity thing cleared up. 
"No problem.  But I'm not going to be your sex instructor."

Joanie's eyebrows dropped.  "You'd rather let me struggle 
with some dumb-ass in the back seat than help me figure 
this out?  What kind of uncle are you?"

"One who's looking out for your well being."

"Well, my being isn't real well right now.  I'm confused 
about why my body isn't working.  And its not like you're 
not interested.  You've been stiff ever since I got on your 
lap.  You can't deny it."

"Yes, you're very sexy.  But sweetheart, we're related.  We 
just talked about incest.  Don't you think that's wrong?"

"It's not like were going to get married or anything serious. 
You'll teach me with caring." She put her hands on her 
hips. Her breasts were calling for my hands, my mouth.  "I 
don't believe you'd prefer giving Greg another shot, after 
he hurt me so bad."

My cock agreed with her logic but it wasn't in control.  How 
was I going to get out of this?

She continued.  "Okay, you're all negative.  We don't have 
to do it. Just teach me. What did I do wrong?"

Much better.  A conversation, hopefully with no 
demonstration.  "Maybe nothing.  Were you prepared?"

"Oh yes. I was more than ready."

"I mean physically as well as emotionally."

"Like how?"

How could I describe it?  "Were you moist?"

"Huh?"

"Down below."  I refused to name it.

"Was I supposed to be?"

"Yes. A woman's natural lubrication helps a man's penis 
penetrate."

She stuck her hand under her skirt. The back of it stroked 
my erection inadvertently.  I hoped.  "I'm dry.  So that's not 
good?"

"Right.  You need to get moist."  This girl was completely 
lacking in basic sex education. "Didn't they teach you this 
stuff in school?"

"Nope. So what would make me wet and ready?"

"Stimulation. If mental doesn't work, then physical. Either 
way. ItÕll prepare your body."

"Touching down there?  But he did, with his penis, and it 
didn't work."

"No, no this is before he attempts penetration.  You said it 
earlier - foreplay.  It gets both partners excited and 
prepared."

"You sure know a lot about sex."

"I study."  And recently I'd gotten more practice than I ever 
expected.  "Your partner should try various areas of your 
body to determine where you're sensitive."

She cupped her pointy breasts.  "Like these?"

I swallowed hard.  My throat was getting dry.  "Anywhere 
you're sensitive."

"'Cause my nipples are sensitive. See?"

They were puffy all right. "They're very nice."

"You should test them, just to be sure.  For when Greg and 
I have sex."

"I shouldn't."  I hid my hands under my ass.

"Yes, you should.  You're supposed to be helping me 
figure out why it didn't work with Greg. That's all. Don't get 
all up tight."

She was right.  I was just helping.  Besides my "no sex 
with family" rule was firmly in place.  I took a nipple 
between my thumb and forefinger. It was puffed and soft, 
not firm at all. I pinched gently. "How does this-"

Joanie arched her back. "Ohhh God. What are you trying 
to do, pull it off?"

I'd barely put any pressure. "I'm sorry."

"Not a problem. Sorry I yelled.  I was just hoping we'd find 
my erroneous zones."

"You mean erogenous?"

"That's what I said. Can you do that softer?"

"Not with my fingers."

Joanie gave me a coy sideward glance.  "You could use 
your mouth."

I thought I saw her nipples twitch.  "Oh no, I can't."

"Why not?  Your lips will be softer. And maybe your saliva 
will help."

Fingers or mouth, did it make any difference?  I placed a 
nipple between my lips. I let my tongue rub against the 
perked nubbin. Joanie moaned. "How's that?"  Her hips 
melted against my thighs. I made sure her other nipple got 
equal time.  

"God, thatÕs hot."  She was dry humping, slowly.

My licks turned to kissing, and the kissing to sucking.  I 
pressed my face to Joanie's chest, her body stabilized by 
my hands at her sides.  My mouth opened to take in more 
of her breast.  I devoured her tit flesh, thrashing her 
nipples with my tongue.  Joanie's breathing deepened.  
Her tit slid out of my mouth past my lips, getting a tongue 
flick as it exited.   

"Ooh, that was awesome.  Greg never got me that excited.  
Am I wet now?" she moaned.  "You check."

My willpower struggled as I reached down between her 
thighs.  It was all bare skin except for a small patch that 
was still in place, thank god.  She moaned at my touch, 
even though cloth separated our skin.  Dry as the Sahara.   
"Nope. You're not ready."

"Damn.  What if my body doesn't do that?"

"All women's bodies secrete. Its physiological when you're 
preparing for sex."

"So maybe I wasn't ready for sex with Greg?"

"Right.  And maybe you're not ready for sex now." With 
anyone, including me.  I could hope, couldn't I?

"Damn it. Sorry, but not getting hot is getting me frustrated.  
I told you, something is wrong with me.  I could just about 
burst.  Can you see if there's anything wrong with me?"

"Huh?"

"Take a look.  She got off my lap, lay down next to me and 
spread her legs wide.  A flip put the skirt on her belly.  She 
pulled the skimpy thong aside, exposing her bare naked 
pussy.

My cock was straining for escape.  I was seeing too much.  
I kept my eyes on her face.  "I can't see anything."  

"Get closer."  

"I can't do this."

"Just look, for cripes sake. Maybe I'm not built right for 
sex."

She was built just fine. Flared hips, strong thighs and 
skyward breasts. It took everything I had not to drop into 
her naked body and plunge my hard cock into her. Instead 
I moved my face close. Her pubic mound was surrounded 
on both sides by concave areas that curved into her 
thighs.  The skin of those valleys was red and irritated, 
and there were white crusty stains.  Greg, the jerk, had 
thumped the crevices, not her vagina.  And his precum 
was evidence.  He was incompetent.  Someone would 
have to show Joanie how itÕs done.  But not me.  "Nothing 
obvious is out of place."

"Maybe on the outside.  Here, take a good look." She 
stretched herself open. Her vaginal lips parted. She was 
pink and vulnerable. And dry. Not a lick of moisture. 

"Looks good to me."  And it did.  "Just not moist."  My 
breath caused her pubic hair to dance.  

"What was that? It felt good."

"Just my breath."

"Check inside the entrance.  Deeper."

"How?"  Wrong question as soon as I said it.

"Use your finger or something."

The proper something would be my penis, and that was a 
big 'no way'.  "I thought you said looking and no touching."

"And I thought you were going to help me out here.  Go 
on."

I hesitantly placed a finger in the dry valley.

Joanie wiggled her butt.  "Oh, just like Greg's penis."  He 
was short and thin?  Then how would anyone with a man-
sized cock get in?  "Am I starting to get wet yet?"

"No."  

Joanie bucked her hips.  There was an obstruction with a 
small hole.  "Do you use a tampon?"

"No, even though I asked.  Mom has me use napkins.  
Gross for real."

There was barely room for one finger through a gap in a 
thick barrier.  "Your hymen is intact."  I pushed a bit at it.  
"And it seems quite sturdy."

"So what would get me hotter?  Show me. Please."  Her 
ass wiggled.  My face was already too close.  "Use your 
mouth, like you did on my tits.  Maybe your saliva will get 
me started. You can prime the pump."

"That's going too far."  Once I went down on her, I'd be a 
goner.

"But we have to figure it out. If not, I'll just die."  The 
thought of sex was intoxicating.  Not that we'd do it, but 
the possibility coaxed me closer.  We were close all right. 
My face to her pussy. I gave a quick lick.  "Ooh thatÕs 
good. Do it some more."

I decided that if I got Joanie off orally, she'd be satisfied 
and her demand for sex would vanish.  With resolve, I 
buried my face against her labia and slid my tongue up 
and down in and out. Joanie ass bounced on the bed. I 
sampled her pussy with my mouth, poking my tongue 
through the engorged folds.  We were both enjoying this 
aspect of our research. "Ooooh, God. That feels great!  
Oh. Oooooh!"

I held her hips to continue my oral attack.  God, I shouldn't 
be doing this, but the thought of Joanie getting turned off 
about sex was compelling.  Maybe if someone had given 
Harriett lessons, our sex life would be better.  Or I'd have 
one at all.  The only side effect was that I was getting 
hornier by the minute.

Joanie was breathing hard, panting for air.  Her thighs 
tightened and relaxed in rhythm with my licking and 
tongue fucking.  Then her thighs slammed my ears, she 
lifted her hips and arched her back.  "Nnnnngggggg."  
Orgasm achieved.  She relaxed her legs and my hearing 
returned.

"Wowee.  Awesome.  Now I get it.  I have to be this hot for 
sex.  You made me ready, you dear sweet man."

Ready?  Hadn't she gotten an orgasm?  Maybe she didn't 
know what an orgasm felt like.  I pulled back, cunt juice 
dripping from my chin.  "So how do you feel now?"

"Terrific!  I got wet, didn't I?"

"Yes, quite."  I wiped her moisture from my face with the 
back of my hand.

She stood up to unzip and drop her skirt. The panties now 
stretched too far no longer provided cover for her vagina.  
They fell of their own accord.  She plopped onto the bed 
completely naked and spread her legs.  "I'm ready for 
sex."

Shit!  My oral attack only got her more juiced up.  Literally.  
"Maybe you are."  I was, physically, but not emotionally.  
She had her hymen barrier, and I had my rule.  "Probably."

"So how will I know?"  The silence was stifling.  "Are you 
ready?  I mean, you've been hard ever since I sat in your 
lap.  Can I see it at least?  Greg just unzipped and pushed 
at me.  Huh?  Please?"

Two young babysitters had seen my prick, but had also 
enjoyed it.  Joanie couldn't have the same opportunity.  "It 
wouldn't hurt to show you, I guess.  But just look."

"Right, just so I can see."

I dropped my trousers and slid off my jockeys.  My cock 
bobbed, nearly fully inflated, in front of her.

"Wow!  It's a lot bigger than Greg's."  Her hand surrounded 
it.

"I thought looking was just looking.  As in, no touching."  
Her grip was tight, making it difficult to free myself.

"But itÕs throbbing.  I knew you wouldn't mind."  Except she 
was stroking me.  "You're dry.  Greg's was wet."

That was unusual, unless his precum was go great that it 
slickered up his prick.  "Did you put it in your mouth?"

"No, why?  Should I have?"  She didn't wait for a reply, 
leaned forward and sucked.  She was a natural.  My hips 
thrust at the pleasure I got from her lips and tongue.  She 
let it pop free.  "You really like this, huh?  Think Greg will 
like it?"

Why would she go back to a guy who hurt her?  "Shouldn't 
you find someone who is kind and gentle?"

"Like you?"  She kissed the tip.

I almost leaned forward to get more mouth action.  "No, 
not like me."

"Why? You said you were gentle, earlier when I asked."

Had I said that?  "I am, but I can't have sex with you.  
When you meet the right guy he'll help you."

"And then?"  Her hand resumed stroking.

"Then you'll have great sex."

"But will he get me ready as good as you did?  Greg was 
awful."

"The guy you pick that excites you will get you excited.  
That's how good sex works."  And that's why Harriett and I 
abstained.

"But you're that guy.  You've gotten me so hot, I can barely 
stand it.  And I know I excite you.  Look, your penis is all 
stiff.  I really want to do it.  Right now.  Can't you pretend 
to be Greg?  I know you're bigger and all but we wont 
know if the moisture problem is solved for sure unless we-
"

Oh shit!  "Unless we what?"

"Unless we do what Greg and I were planning."

It was a risk, but maybe if she has to say it, she'll get 
embarrassed and won't do it.  "Tell me what you want in 
plain English."

Joanie squirmed in place.  "I want you to take my cherry. 
To have sex with me for the first time. Okay?"

I wasn't going to fuck her, but she deserved something 
more.  I didn't ask permission and fingered her again.  
"How about this?"  I pushed my middle finger in and out, 
rubbing my thumb against where I expected her clitoris.  
She bucked on the bed.  "Oh God.  Oh, my uncle is finger 
fucking me!  This is fantastic!"  For added stimulation, I 
bent down and nibbled her nipples, pressing them firmly 
between my lips.  Joanie was going crazy.  I could barely 
keep my finger inside; she was throwing herself all over 
the bed.  I felt her cunt tighten against my finger.  
"Uhhhhh."  Her thighs closed, trapping my hand.  I kept 
diddling, as well as I could with my hand captive.  She 
bore down, squeezing the blood from my finger.  This was 
truly an orgasm of significant scale.  She relaxed 
completely, splaying her legs open.  I slid my finger out, 
wiping it against one thigh.  "There.  That's what sex feels 
like."  Although she'd been taken to new heights of sexual 
release, her hymen was still intact.  

She sat up, woozy.  Her tongue hung from the corner of 
her mouth.  "That was really good, really good."  She ran 
her fingertips along my cock.  "I bet using a penis is even 
better."

What was wrong with this girl?  Why wasn't twice enough?  
"Listen, you're lucky.  You've had at least two orgasms and 
you still have your hymen, which feels pretty tough.  
Maybe you should have this taken care of surgically. 
Otherwise itÕs going to be painful no matter who does it."

"And be a laughing stock?  Hell no!  Some crotchety old 
doctor isn't going to make me a woman."

I waved my hands.  "You're already a woman.  Save 
yourself for someone who cares deeply about you.  Make 
it special."

"Okay, okay, I know you don't want to have sex with me."  
She pushed me back onto the bed.  "The least I can do is 
get you off."

She squatted on my thighs and pumped my cock fiercely.  
I was completely hard, and horny as the Antarctic is cold.  
"You're making me crazy."

"Now you know how I feel.  Aunt Harriett must really love 
fucking you."  I didn't respond but something in my 
expression must have given me away.  "What's wrong?  
She doesn't?  Oh God, she doesn't, does she?  I can see 
it on your face."  Her firm strokes became caresses that 
were even more exciting.

"Sex isn't a priority with her."  Hell, it's not even on her to-
do list.

"God, you must be horny all the time.  It's making me nuts, 
being all revved up.  How can you stand it?"

"I try not to think about it."  I felt my ears burning.

"You're embarrassed.  So how do you take of yourself?  
Shit!  Do you cheat on Aunt Harriett?" She glanced down 
at my pulsing penis, as she continued massaging its 
length.  "Do you fuck other women?  Neighbor ladies?"

Joanie was much too close to the truth, and I was much 
too close to an orgasm of my own.  "I don't want talk about 
it."

"Okay, have your secrets."  She stood, hands on her hips.  
"I'm all moist and you're leaking."

"That's precut.  Lubrication to help with penetration."

"See!  Your body is ready.  It's smarter than you are."

She was right.  My body was as ready for fucking as I had 
ever been.  "No way.  You've done enough.  Really."

She plopped down next to me.  "You're crazy do you know 
that?  Anybody in their right mind would have fucked me 
already."

I held her hand.  "I love you too much, if that makes any 
sense."

"You do?  Then massage my shoulders and I'll pretend 
you're Daddy.  He does it, once in a while, when I'm tense.  
Please?"  

"Okay."  No harm. Her father was not an object of lust.  
"Sit back."

She straddled my thighs facing backwards.  At least that 
way, her tits wouldnÕt tempt me.  I went to work on her 
shoulders.

"Oh that's nice. It relaxes me.  I love you, daddy."

I kept massaging.  If she was fantasizing about me being 
her father, I was safe.  She didn't view him as a sexual 
partner.

"Ooh, your fingers are draining all the stress.  Tell me you 
love me back."

Fucking Joanie would drain my balls.  "I love you, too."

Joanie turned her body half way and snuck a kiss on the 
lips. 

I'd always kissed Annie on the cheek, leaving lip kissing 
for Harriett, back when we did kiss.  "Is that how you kiss 
tour father?"

"No. This is."  She pressed her face to mine. Her lips 
trembled moist and separated. I let my mouth take the tip 
of my tongue.  "There. How's that?"

"Inappropriate for a father and daughter, in my opinion."

"Not if they love each other. Rub my sides and waist."

She was anybody's sex dream come true.  She was also 
my niece.  How could Arnold live with a beauty like this 
and get affected. "Does your father ever touch you, 
sexually I mean?"

"Daddy?  No, never.  Not like you have. My tits. Hold my 
tits."

I moved my hands from her sides around to the front of 
her body.  Her breasts fit nicely into my hands. "They feel 
nice."  My dick was sticking up between her thighs.

"Can't you do something with your penis?"

In our position there was one obvious choice, and I wasn't 
going there.  At least, my cock wasn't.  "Just ignore it."

"Fat chance of that!  Let me take care of it."  Joanie stood, 
faced me, sat back down and grabbed my unbendable 
appendage. She guided my dick so that any motion slid it 
along the furrow of her vagina. Oral stimulation and finger 
fucking had made her cunt slippery. And I faced that same 
slippery slope - sex with Joanie.  Fear of man-eating bears 
had taken me over the top with Ditz.  Alyssa Bollard's 
mother had coached me past my boundary and into her 
daughter. Natalie Needham-Cohen had demanded it in the 
gynecologist's office - the first time anyone had used 
blackmail to intimidate me. With Miss Anne Thrope, a 
secretary in our office, it had been desperation for sex as a 
punishment. 

Joanie had waited for a year to fuck her boyfriend and 
then he screwed it up. Was that sufficient reason to break 
my rule of no sex with relatives?  How long had Harriett 
been unavailable to me before Ditz broke through?   The 
consequences of this decision were enormous. If I could 
have sex with a relative then there were no boundaries. I 
could have sex with anyone. Anytime. Anywhere. My dick 
smiled.

My fingertips slipped from her shoulders to her chest, my 
palms on her nipples.

"Yeah, right there." She wrapped her arms around my 
neck and kissed me needy, passionately.  I kissed back 
with the same enthusiasm.  My dick beat against her belly.

She broke off our smooching.  "What kind of rule is it that 
let's you touch me all over and rub your fat penis between 
by legs but not go all the way?"

A dumb one, based in how she made it sound. "I won't 
have sex with relatives." There. I'd said it out loud.

She smiled.  "Is that it?  If I was a stranger you wouldn't 
hesitate?"  Joanie scratched her head and paused.  "So 
how many non-relatives have you had sex with?"

"Huh?"

"The rule makes it found like you'll have sex with anybody 
except relatives. Which makes me wonder why that's the 
boundary. I mean, the rule doesn't say no sex except with 
Aunt Harriett. Which means sex with others is permitted. 
I'm just curious how many times you've exercised your 
rights."

"A few."  She didn't have to know the details.

"Really?  Wow, I never would have guessed.  Younger or 
older?"

"Joanie, don't make this harder than it is."

She squeezed my dick. "It gets harder than this?"  She 
smiled.  "You know, your rule gives you a lot of freedom."

"What do you mean?"

"You've probably had sex with neighbors, friends, 
coworkers, even strangers and didn't violate the rule.  So I 
should have had you pretend to be a stranger instead of 
my father?  When was the last time you fucked a stranger 
anyway?"

"None of your business." Neither was my prick but it 
remained the object of her attention and fondling.  God, 
how was I ever going to get my penis down from all this 
titillation?

"So you had sex with a stranger. What was it like?  Did 
you kiss?"

She'd refused. "My sex life is none of your business."

"And you're not willing to ignore the fact that I'm your 
niece?"

I was steadfast.  "Now you understand."

"That's a shame, for both of us."  She pulled down hard on 
my cock.  "You're really stubborn. I'll give you that. But so 
am I. Shit, with me waiting a year and you refusing, maybe 
willpower is in our DNA." She froze in place, her hand 
gripping my cock.  A wicked grin eased onto her face. 
"Harvey, we're not relatives!"

"Sure you are. You're my niece."

"Nope. I was adopted. We don't share blood. I'm a 
stranger to you."  Her pumping resumed.

Damn. Why was there always a loophole?  And a hot and 
willing pussy hole?  Damn.  A fucking loophole in my 
absolute prohibition. "You're no stranger.  I've know you 
ever since your folks brought you home."

"From the agency.  If my folk's hadn't adopted me, you'd 
fuck me in an instant.  You said so."

"You're changing my words to suit your purposes.  You 
know what I meant. You're beautiful and sexy-"

"And willing. Genetically, we're strangers.  Even you have 
to admit that much."

So what did Joanie's adoption make her?  Family?  Closer 
than a stranger?  Further than a babysitter?  Logic 
escaped me.

She stuck our her hand for shaking, the same one she'd 
been wanking me with.  "I donÕt think I've had the pleasure. 
My name us Joan. And you are?"

"Your Uncle Harvey."

"I don't have an uncle.  I've never known my real parents. 
They might have been only children for all I know. As long 
as we're both naked, massage me Harvey. Rub your 
hands all over my body. Touch me everywhere." I had 
stopped during our conversation.  "You have strong 
fingers. Make it a deep massage."

I pressed harder as my hands toured her shoulders, sides, 
breasts, stomach, thighs and up her back.  How should I 
be treating her?  As family or not?

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Yes."

"And I'm hot, right?  Built for sex, isn't that what you said?"  
She lodged the head of my cock against her labia.

"Don't do this to me.  To us."

"But you're just itching to get inside aren't you?  So do it.  
Do it to this stranger.  You don't have to pretend that I'm 
horny as hell."

I was already positioned at her vagina.  My prick head 
pulsed.  I reached down and flicked her clitoris.  "The first 
time can be painful."

"So you keep telling me, mister, what was your name 
again?"

I pressed forward. Her pussy pushed back.  "It isn't going 
in.  Spread your labia."

She pulled the skin apart, I could see the pink folds and 
nestled my cock between them, as far as it would go.  
Which wasn't far.  Given the tensile strength of her hymen, 
it would take a bit of force to break through.  "Are you sure 
you don't want me to use my fingers?"  Or a carrot from 
the fridge?

"To fuck me for the first time?  Hell no.  Come on, I can 
take it."

The best way to limit her pain was to distract her.  Get her 
engine revving high so that the pain would be short and 
hopefully diminished.  "Kiss me like you did before."  

Our previous kisses had been warm and wet, but I wanted 
ferocious.  Her mouth opened without coaching, like I 
hoped her vagina soon would.  I grabbed her ass and 
massaged her cheeks.  I brought my hands up to her 
breasts.  She startled.  I moved my mouth to her nipples.

"Oooh, you're sucking my tits.  God, thatÕs hot."

I kept it up, devouring her tit flesh, thrashing her nipples 
with my tongue.  She rocked her hips but her cunt wasn't 
cooperating.  "Your hymen is too tough."

"No, its not.  Push, damn it."

"I don't want to hurt you."  Who would she go running to, 
tatting me out after I'd torn her cunt to shreds?

"Keep rubbing. I love your hands all over."  The consistent 
humping motion was certain to keep her moist and me 
erect. It was however completely ineffective in penetrating 
her pussy."

"Yes, yes, yes, now, now, please now."

My prick had been rubbing her lit and it was driving her 
crazy.  My cock head was bloated from the onslaught.  My 
hips moved forward to meet her.  I could have held her at 
bay, I guess, but the feeling of her smooth skin under my 
fingers and her pussy for the asking and she said she 
wanted it now and I wanted it now so I did it.  I grabbed 
her hips and with one lunge, attacked my target.  

Joanie screamed. Her cunt clamped down with only the 
head of my cock inside her.  "Aaaaaaaagggg. What did 
you do?  Owwwwwww.  It burns.  Shit!  What did you do to 
me?"

I kept poking at the entrance, in and out, but no deeper.  "I 
told you it might hurt."

"God, Nothing like that!  Why are you still moving?  Stop 
it."

"Because you won't feel better until you lubricate more."  I 
slapped one ass cheek.  Her vagina was clamped shut, on 
the tip of my prick.

"What did you do?" she shouted. "You fucking ripped me 
open!"

"You said you wanted-"

"Not to get skewered. Shit. It burns. Oh god. What did you 
do?"

"Don't move. Just relax.  Your vagina will stretch to accept 
my penis."

"But it hurts. God, sex is awful. Why would anyone want-"

I resumed my full body massage.   "You need to relax."  
My hands roamed all over.

"How can I relax with a flag pole shoved up my tat?"

"I'm big but not that big. Take deep breaths. In and out. In 
and out."

Joanie started to follow my direction. Her grip loosened. I 
rocked with her breathing. "In and out."  Now we were both 
doing in and out.

"What are you doing now?"

"As long as you felt the bad part of sex I thought you'd like 
to experience the good part."

"Oh yeah?  And what part is that?"

"This part."  For the first time I pulled back and reentered.

"Oooh."

"Good?"

"Better."

I repeated the light penetration.  "Now?"

"Ooooh yes. Much better. I'm still sore but, oooh, I'm 
getting wetter inside."

"That's natural lubrication."

"Slick."

"Okay?"  I stopped humping.  I'd taken her cherry, and that 
was enough.  "Now you can get together with Greg no 
worries."

"That's it?  That's what sex is?  One big pain and then 
some mild pleasure?"

"That pain was first time only.  Only pleasure the next 
time.  There's more, but we should stop here."

"Why?  What are you leaving out?"

"Usually the partners enjoy each others bodies until they 
orgasm. You know, cum."

"They do?"  Joanie's hips undulated. "How long does that 
take?"

"It depends on how much energy they put into it.  Your 
body has suffered quite a trauma. Next time you and Greg 
will-"

"Greg is an idiot. Fuck him!"

"Well, then some other lucky guy-"

"You!  You're the guy."

"Me?  No, I've done more than enough."

Her hip movements became more pronounced.  "I sure 
feel full.  Does it always feel like this?"

I had no clue. I'd never had a vagina that was breeched by 
a man.  "Like what?"

"Like you're going to pull my insides out with your thing."

"My penis?"

"Yes.  Oh god, what now?"

I stopped my nominal thrusting.  "What's wrong?"  

"My vagina is throbbing and tingling, better than with your 
tongue or finger."

"Do you want me to scratch that itch?  I'll have to go 
deeper."

"Okay, but take it easy."

I humped, pistoning my cock in and out, using about half 
my length.  "How's that?"

"Oh boy.  Oh boy.  That's better.  So much better.  Don't 
stop.  Oh god.  Is this sex?"

"It sure is."  Man, o man.  I was having sex with my niece.  
I'd popped her cherry and now was working toward getting 
her a vaginal orgasm.  What a piece of work am I?  And 
what a piece she was.

One of her hands settled on my hip.  The other wormed its 
way between my legs resting near my balls.  I picked up 
the pace.  "Enjoying the ride?"

"Yummy!  God, this is awesome.  Greg is a rank amateur.  
You really know your stuff.  Oh, oh, oh."

Her body stiffened and her cunt got tighter.  Still, I thrusted 
against the firmer flesh.  My dick was captive.  Her fingers 
found my balls and hefted them, caressed them.  "You're 
not all the way in?  Oh my god!  You're making me feel 
good and aren't even using the whole thing."

"I'm going to pullout before I cum."

"Before you what?"  She grasped my balls harder.  And 
more pressure and I'd pass out.

"Loosen your grip.  Before I shoot sperm into your vagina.  
And probably make you pregnant."

"Can't happen, Mom put me on the pill three months ago 
for my skin condition."

"She did?"  Thank you, Annette.  

"Are you going to cum?  I mean, soon?"

"It won't take a lot more."  Her arms were already wrapped 
around my neck.  I held her ass as I stood.  
"Where are we going?"
"To heaven."  Gravity helped me deliver the full length.  
The tip of my cock was pushing at her cervix.  "That's the 
whole thing."

"What are you hitting?"

"Your womb.  The place that holds babies."

"Are you supposed to do that?  I mean, you're so long."

I couldn't talk and fuck at the same time.  "Later."  Her 
weight bore her cunt down on my cock.  I bounced her 
making short thrusts, deep inside.  The pressure of her 
cervix against my prick was too much.  I leaned back, my 
niece draped on my chest and exploded inside her.  
"Agggggrrr."  I held her close as my cock shot secondary 
streams.  Exhausted, I fell back onto the bed, Joanie still 
connected flat on my chest.  I exhaled hard as she landed 
on top of me.  Our bodies slid on a layer of mutual 
moisture.

"That was sex?" she muttered.

"The whole enchilada.  Things will go smoother for you 
next time."

"With you, right?  We'll do this again?"

My prick throbbed at the possibility.  I contemplating 
amending the rule that I'd only have sex with one relative - 
Joanie.  "Maybe.  But not today."

"I guess I can wait, but not a year."  Joanie smiled and 
scratched her head.  "So you didn't come here to fuck 
Mom.  I'm curious.  What's with the $500?"

"I have $500 to pay her back for my plane ticket."

"So Mom paid for you to come and seduce me?  Yeah, 
Mom."

"And I need to take that envelope in the entry way."  Our 
original misguided conversation came rushing back.  "Is it 
true?  Is Annette having an affair?"

"Dad told me he thinks so.  Which is why I thought you 
were the guy.  Or one of the guys."

"Well, I'm not."

"No, but you're my guy."  She kissed me, firm but tender.

"I should clean up before I go.  Can't smell like this on the 
plane."

"The female passengers will throw themselves at you."

As I washed up in the guest bathroom, I fantasized about 
fucking on the plane.  A stewardess in the galley?  Maybe 
my row companion under a blanket?  My mind was filled 
with lascivious scenarios.  Were all of the barriers gone?

I cleaned up and got dressed.  Joanie had done the same.  
We were both presentable.  As I opened the door to leave, 
Arnold and Annette came up the walk.

Condolences were appropriate.  "I'm so sorry," I said.  I 
reached to give Annette a brother-in-law hug and an air 
kiss past her cheek.  She turned away.  "Just be sure 
Harriett signs this."  She tapped the envelope in my hand.  

Joanie handed the envelope with $500 cash to her 
mother. "This is for you."

Arnold shook my hand.  "So, did you and Joanie catch up 
on things?  It's been years, right?"

"Oh yeah, Daddy, we got to know each other a lot better."

Annette cast a skeptical eye.  "Really?"

"And Uncle Harvey said I could come visit him and Aunt 
Harriett."

Joanie certainly wanted to cum, and if that took a visit, 
then she was up for it.  And I'd probably be up too.  Seems 
I'm never unprepared.  Or unwilling, even with relatives.

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