Bob farms for a living and one of the things he produces is pumpkins.  Now
an unseasonable freeze has made his pumpkins very valuable right in the
area where his half sister and two nieces live.  So he drops in for a
visit, bringing presents that will change all their lives.  It'll be one
hell of a Halloween party they throw, and a lot more treats than tricks.

   Codes: MF Mf rom 1st teen cons lolita inc het exhib voy oral mastrb pett
preg
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ATHOR'S NOTE:  This is another story written as a result of a challenge, from a reader named Big Joe.

   He challenged me to: "Write a story called TRICK or TREAT with UNCLE
BOB, located some where on the east coast, with weather conditions that
caused all the pumpkins in a 2 state area to be destroyed.  The story has
to include Uncle Bob, his half sister Betty, his two lovely nieces Alice,
sixteen, and Mary, seventeen.  Betty has to be a single Mom by virtue of
her husband having been killed in a meteor shower.  Uncle Bob has to
somehow save the day with pumpkins.  An additional requirement is that "The
2 girls are in the 4H club.  Mary is raising a lamb and Her sister Alice is
working the Apple orchard so Mary has a little LAMB and her sisters nick
name is APPLE ass ALICE > Does this help you along the path ?  Chuckle
Chuckle.  See if you can make this one work I know it will be a tough. 
Best Regards > Big Joe"

   OK, Joe, here is your story.

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   Trick Or Treat With Uncle Bob

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Bob Duncan lived what most Americans would call a hard life.  He lived
in an old, drafty farm house that he had inherited from his mother and
father, along with the farm that went with it, a whole 164 acres they had
homesteaded in Texas.  And he farmed that land too, in a day and age when
most small farmers were going out of business or being bought out by big
corporations.  But he made a quite decent living growing a variety of
things, including, but not limited to tomatoes, lettuce, melons, beets,
broccoli, celery, radishes, onions, cabbage, and strawberries.  He had the
kind of customers who were very particular about their produce, among them
fifteen of the top chefs in America.  He grew everything organically, which
was one reason his products were so much in demand.  Business was so good
he had ten men on the payroll.  Most of them didn't speak English, but they
knew what to do and he paid them well, compared to what they'd have made
somewhere else.  One of them had even asked if he could bring his wife and
two children up from Mexico to live with him.  Bob had just nodded.  He
couldn't find anyone white at any wage who was willing to spend ten hours a
day in the fields.  His men lived in trailers he'd brought in, most of
which were in better condition than the old house, but Bob didn't much care
about appearances.  He was tall and lanky, on the thin side from hours of
hard work every day, with an unruly mop of brown hair and a beard he hacked
at every once in a while with a pair of scissors.

   What Bob took pride in was his produce ...  and maybe the almost
religious endorsements he got from his customers.

   And then there were his pumpkins.  Bob reserved five acres for pumpkins,
to supply various markets in the fall, but mostly for fun.  He loved
growing them big, and had, over the years, grown some a child of nine or
ten could crawl into.  Normally, other than the County Fair, Bob sold the
best of his pumpkins in a stand out by the road, and he trucked the rest to
local grocery stores, mostly in and around the Ozarks, starting around the
first of October.

   So, in Mid September, right after an unseasonable frost swept through
Florida, and most of Georgia and Alabama as well, Bob heaved a sigh of
relief that it had stayed east of his operation.  The cold front had moved
in and sat on the land like a cat, sitting on the mouse it just caught,
waiting for it to die.

   As he looked at his pumpkins, thanking his lucky stars the cold hadn't
hit him here and rotted the whole crop, he wondered how his sister was
doing.  She was technically his half sister, having been fathered by his
father.  But they had grown up together and, as far as they were concerned,
he was her brother, and she was his sister.  She lived in the middle part
of Florida, and he knew they had gotten hammered.  That night he took a few
minutes to call her.

   "Hey sweetness!" he said as the phone was answered by a sultry feminine
voice.  "It's been a long time since I've seen those tight little buns you
carry around behind you."

   Bob had long had the kind of relationship with his sister that raised
eyebrows whenever they were together in public.  She invariably talked
about how ugly, misshapen and stupid he was, in loud complaints, while he
responded by pointing out each and every part of what he called "your
luscious self".  Both of them were kidding, and anyone who heard them could
tell they were kidding, but the vituperative nature of her attacks on him,
and the salacious nature of his comments to her often left people with
slack jaws.

   "Uncle BOB!" came the scandalized cry from the phone.  Then, off mike,
Bob heard who was obviously one of his two teenaged nieces yell "MOM!  It's
Uncle Bob and he thought I was YOU!"

   She came back to the phone.  "Uncle Bob you're not supposed to talk
about my butt.  That makes you a dirty old man."

   Bob now had enough information to know he was talking to his sixteen
year old niece, Alice.  "Well sweetheart, I can't help it if you sound like
a grown woman.  I been calling your mamma for years now and whenever a
grown woman answered it was always her.  How was I supposed to know you had
grown up so much?" He got an urge.  "Besides, isn't your secret nick name
'Apple Ass'?" This was a reference to the name she'd gotten because of her
job.  She worked in an apple orchard and her tight little butt was the
shape of a couple of nice big apples packed into her jeans.  Bob went on
teasing.  "Besides, the last time I saw you your own butt was pretty fine
looking.  So in one way you'd have to admit that not only do you SOUND like
your mamma, you LOOK like her too!"

   "You're incorrigible" giggled the girl.

   "Here's mamma." she said and he heard her blow him a kiss.  He had a
sudden mental vision of those soft, pursed lips on that lovely teen face
and wished he was there to press his own against them.  Alice was a looker
and had been for several years now.  She made Bob's dick move around in his
pants quite often.  They ALL did in that family, he had to admit.  He
teased them a lot when he was there, and they teased right back.

   Alice's older sister Mary had long, dark hair, and was tall and thin
like he was.  She looked like some kind of model, with a slinky build.  Her
breasts weren't overly large but, in the last few times he'd seen her she
almost never wore a bra and she had prominent nipples that got him going
every time.

   Alice looked completely different.  She was a carbon copy of her mother,
younger of course, and every time he saw her he remembered the good times
when he and Betty were growing up.

   As he heard Alice hand over the phone he thought about the woman he was
about to talk to.  Betty had always reminded him of the cartoon character
who bore her name in the Archie comic books of his youth.  She was blond
and built like the cartoon character, with bulging breasts and hips that
begged to have a man's hands grip them while he pounded her pussy from
behind.  She too had very prominent nipples, which were the only thing that
"marred" an otherwise pure and wholesome girl-next-door appearance.  When
Betty was around men, they paid attention to her in that brotherly way of
men who lust after their sister.

   Bob was no exception and, even though he hadn't seen her naked since
they were kids, his prick had spurted uncounted times with her picture in
his head as he jerked himself off.

   Bob masturbated a lot, mostly to ease stress and because it just felt
good.  Actual relationships were time consuming and he didn't have the
social skills necessary to play the dating game, with all it's unwritten
rules, and invisible pitfalls.  Women were attracted to him, but it was
just too much trouble to woo them and jump through the hoops women seemed
to love so much since women's liberation.

   His reverie was broken by a sweet sounding voice in his ear.  "What the
hell do you want now you ass ugly moron?"

   "Hi there gorgeous.  How are those fabulous titties I never get to
taste?" he responded.

   "They're right here on my chest, where they're going to stay, and where
you won't get to within a hundred miles of them!" she laughed.  She tried
to sound mad at him as she delivered her barbs, but rarely succeeded
because she was actually pleased with his "compliments."

   "Ah, well, life goes on" he sighed.  "But you might be wrong about me
not getting within a hundred miles of them.  I thought I'd better check on
you and see how you weathered the storm.  You need any help?" In Florida
everybody had air conditioning, but some folks didn't own a furnace.

   "Ohh Bobby, you can be so sweet sometimes." she said.  Then in a deeper
voice.  "We got our asses kicked.  That's how we're doing.  People's pipes
froze up and broke and there was ice and that broke trees."

   "Is the house OK?  Are you guys OK?" he asked worriedly.

   "We let the water run and bundled up together in bed through most of it.
They cancelled school, so the girls got to stay home.  If you put on lots
of clothes and didn't stop moving it wasn't too bad.  It sure hurt the
farmers though.  And poor Alice lost her part time job.  You know how she
was working for that fruit outfit, in their apple orchard?  No more apples.
They all froze.  Mary and her little 4H friends did OK, but that's because
all the animals have fur.  Mary's little lamb was frisking around in that
cold like a kid in a swimming pool.  And the rest of us were turning blue!
Are you sure I can't come live with you?"

   Her question was a joke.  Bob had been trying to get his sister to move
to the farm for years.  Ever since her husband, Harry, had died he'd made
it a standing offer.  He even offered to build her a custom built house. 
But she always said "No." She'd turned him down then, and two times since
then, when hurricanes swept through her town.  Bob knew it had been hard.
She'd never have even joked about moving in with him if she wasn't.

   "You have the sorriest luck of any woman I ever knew." he said.  "You
know I looked it up on the internet.  Harry is among only three known
people to have been struck and killed by a meteorite in recorded history.
You've been through three hurricanes and two tornadoes that were spawned by
hurricanes, and now an ice storm.  Your car is brand new and it still
breaks down more often than my '68 Chevy pickup.  AND, you've got two
daughters who are almost as luscious as your own luscious self." "What do
my daughters have to do with sorry luck.  They're great!" she complained.
"Yes, they are.  And that's the problem.  Every man who sees any one of you
three is off to the races in his pants and planning on how he can crawl
between ya'll's legs.  No woman should be cursed like that.  Hell, woman,
you can't trust anything a man says, cause he's always got ulterior
motives!"

   "Well, you ugly stump, what else hasn't changed?  How 'bout you Bob, do
YOU have ulterior motives?  Are YOU trying to crawl between my legs like
the snake in the grass you are?" She thought that might shut him up.

   "Well of COURSE I've been trying to slip into your bed for YEARS, woman.
Why do you think I don't come visit very often?  It takes me six months to
make my dick limp after every time I see you and those women you still
insist on calling girls." He sounded exasperated, but he really wasn't. 
And Betty knew that.  She also knew, on some unconscious level that he
meant a lot of what he said about her beauty ...  and maybe even what he
kept saying he wanted to do to her ...  with her.

   "Well, I tell you what, you worthless lump of camel shit, why don't you
just come on over here and help me replant my bushes and flowers that froze
and died.  That MIGHT make up for your thoroughly useless presence here. 
But I'm only doing this to get a good meal into that skinny bony body of
yours cause you don't even have enough common sense to know how to take
care of yourself!  You understand that?  And if you try to touch me I'll
cut off the first thing I lay eyes on."

   Anyone hearing that kind of invitation would be well within their rights
to assume that it was no invitation at all, indeed that she hated her
brother.

   But Bob knew different.  He knew she wanted to see him and that he
needed to get over there to Florida.  "Tell you what sweet cheeks" he said
smoothly into the phone.  "You put some lipstick on those cute nipples of
yours and get ready, cause when I get there I'm going to make up for the
last five years of you getting nothing but hot looks.  And I'll bring a
shovel." he finished.  "I might just do some work while I'm there."

   They hung up and the first thing Bob did was hit the internet to see
what produce availability and prices were like in Florida.  If he was going
over there he might as well take a truckload of something or other to pay
for the trip.  It was pretty late in the year for most things, and he
naturally searched for information on pumpkins.  He whistled when he found
out there wasn't a pumpkin to be had in the three state area.  Betty hadn't
been kidding when she said agriculture took a massive hit from the storm.

   Two days later Bob was steering his Peterbilt 387 down the road, pulling
a fifty-three foot reefer loaded with pumpkins.  He had already sold them
over the phone and was going to make a killing on this one load.  His
sleeper was also being used for pumpkin storage, but those were for his
sister and nieces.

   Two days after that Bob dropped hook, leaving the trailer with the
produce company that had bought his pumpkins and which now owned the only
pumpkins within four hundred miles.  Bob left with a check that was the
equivalent of two months profits, and his farm was still producing normally
back home.  He headed for Betty's place, but stopped at a truck stop to
take a shower.  He was exiting through the gift shop when a display of
manikins caught his eye.  It was called "sleepwear", though he doubted
anyone would actually sleep while wearing it.  In one sense they were
Halloween costumes, and he surely wanted to be at the party where a woman
wore any of these costumes.

   One was supposed to be a witch's nightgown.  It was all black gauzy
material, a jacket that covered a bra and panty set, all of which were
see-through.  It came with a fake nose, and some warts that could be stuck
to the face, along with a witch's pointed hat.

   Then there was Vampirella's nightgown.  It was a bustier with a quarter
cup bra that supported the breasts, but did not cover them.  It too was
black, made of satin, with what looked like strips of torn cloth hanging
down from various places.  It came with fake vampire teeth, and theatrical
blood and high heels.

   And finally there was an outfit called "The Zombie's rags".  It was a
one piece bodysuit that had been ripped and torn so badly that everything a
woman had would be visible.  It was made of strips of variously colored
cloth that gave the impression of a dirty torn outfit of some kind.  It
came with fake broken and dirty stick-on fingernails and a body paint that
would make your skin look sickly greenish.

   The outfits were hilarious and all three came with a skin tight body
suit that had pictures of breasts and pubic hair printed on them.  So a
woman could wear the body suit under one of these outfits and LOOK naked,
even though she was most thoroughly covered.  They were the most unique
costumes he'd ever seen.

   Bob always got his nieces a present of some kind when he came to visit.
He had the pumpkins in the truck, but this would be even better.  He
couldn't resist and bought one of each, to give them to his sister and
nieces.  He knew he'd get yelled at, but who knew, maybe some day one of
these costumes might do one of them some good.  He put them in the sleeper
and drove on over to Betty's.

   Arriving at his sister's house was one of Bob's favorite things to do.
This was primarily because he got three hot female bodies pressed against
his during the hello hugs.  Today it was Alice who noticed him drive up in
the tractor and who ran outside squealing "UNCLE BOB!"

   She slammed into him, crushing her big teen breasts into his chest as
she reached her face up for a kiss.  Her arms went around him in an
attempted bear hug, but he grabbed her first, lifting her off the ground
and swinging her in a circle as she squealed some more.

   Then he kissed her.

   Bob had decided, when the girls were fourteen and fifteen, that pecks on
the cheek were no longer appropriate.  Instead, he KISSED the girls.  The
first couple of times had been hilarious.  The first time he kissed them
like they were women, they both went limp in his arms.  Their eyes had been
wide and alarmed when he pulled back from those passion filled kisses, but
he defused the situation by saying "Now THAT'S a real kiss for a real
woman!"

   Now, several years later, they were not only used to it, they relished
the arrival of their Uncle Bob so they could kiss a man the way their
hormones told them to ...  and get away with it.

   Right now, for instance, when Alice got her kiss, she was more than
ready to give it back.  As their lips came together, hers were open,
inviting, and she darted her tongue into his mouth before he could do it to
her.  And THAT caused her hormone filled body to automatically grind
against him.  His bone sprouted immediately as the front of her jeans
rubbed his cock.  Part of him wanted to withdraw.  He knew she'd feel the
lump hardening against her.  Part of him wanted to push back.  It would
feel so good.

   He settled for swirling his tongue into her mouth and giving her one
little bump and grind, before pushing her back and raking his eyes up and
down her svelte body.  "MMMm MMMmm you're a sight for sore eyes." he said.

   Her impish face peered up, smiling.  "Didja bring me anything?" she
asked, excited.  "Am I your Uncle Bob?" he grinned.  "But it's a surprise.
You have to wait until I give presents to everybody."

   "Awwwww" she moaned.  "No fair!" Then she brightened, her mood back to
perky teen and grabbed his hand.  "Come inside!  It's almost supper time!"

   He let himself be led into the house where, in the hallway, he was
ambushed by Mary.  Her tall body wrapped itself around him and she too gave
him an open mouthed kiss.  She was so light he picked her up as she kissed
him, though there wasn't room in the hallway to swing her around.  His
hands ended up cupping her butt, holding her up off the ground, and her
legs went automatically around his, locking behind him.

   "Mmmmmm" she said into his mouth as they exchanged tongues.  Her legs
dropped and he let her down, leaving his hands on her tight ass.

   "I love kissing you." she said into his throat.  "But your hands are in
'no man's land'.  I learned in school not to let the bad men touch me
there."

   She wiggled her butt a little and pulled her head back to let her green
eyes stare into his.

   "Oh!" he said in mock sadness.  "So I'm the bad man now?"

   "No" she giggled.  "But Alice said you were a dirty old man, and now I
know she was telling the truth!" She kissed him a quick peck on the lips
and stood back as his hands fell away from her butt.  "What did you bring
me?" she asked.

   "Is that all the women in this house think about?" he grumbled, like a
bear.  "I drive for hours and hours and all I get is ..." he changed his
voice to a falsetto.  "What did you bring me Uncle Bob?"

   Alice gave him a push from the back, shoving him into her sister.  "MOM!
UNCLE BOB'S HERE!" she yelled, pushing him toward the kitchen.

   As they all trooped into the kitchen Betty turned from the stove and put
one hand on her hip.  "And why would I care about that old fart showing up?
I don't suppose he got a face job or something so I could stand to look at
him."

   "Hark!" said Bob, assuming a theatrical pose.  "Are those dulcet tones I
hear the voice of the most beautiful woman east of the Mississippi?"

   "Nice try you horrible old fraud!" said Betty, coming over to hug him.
"I can't believe I'm going to actually touch this repugnant missing link of
a man." Her actions, though, belied her words.  Her hug was warm and her
kiss loose lipped, though she kept her tongue in her mouth, as did he.  It
was a long kiss, though, and when his erect bone pressed into her mons he
just let it.  It was Betty who did the little bump and grind this time.

   She was a little breathless when the kiss broke.  "I guess Alice was
telling the truth." she said, stepping back.  Her eyes dropped to the front
of his jeans and she shook her head.  "I've just GOT to find me a man." she
said under her breath.  Bob grinned.  "I'm a man."

   Betty gave him an arch look.  "Don't tempt me you old pile of dinosaur
poop." She dropped her eyes to his crotch again, making it obvious.  "That
thing in there is probably broken anyway." Then, as if all she had said was
"Hi, glad you got here." she said "You hungry?  Supper's almost ready."

   Bob laughed.  "I'm STARVED.  And, by the way, the last time I checked
it, my plumbing was working just fine, thank you very much."

   "Yeah, yeah, that's what they ALL say." muttered Betty as she turned
back to the stove.

   Bob admired the swell of her hips under the apron tied around her slim
waist.  She was wearing slacks, and they clung to her butt like cellophane
clings to sliced cheese.

   Alice came back into the kitchen from having gone somewhere.  "Uncle Bob
brought us presents!" she piped.  "But he's being mean and won't give them
to us until later." She tried to sound tragic, but her mischievous grin
spoiled it for her.  "I even brought something for your beautiful mother
too this time." said Bob, sitting down at the table.

   Betty turned around, a tender look on her face.  "If you think you're
going to just sit down with filthy hands you mangy old dog, you've got
another think coming!  Get to the bathroom and get those paws clean or
you'll get nothing on your plate except your fork."

   "I'm going, I'm going" Bob held up his hands, which were still clean
from the shower at the truck stop.  "Don't get your panties wadded up
between those delightful thighs of yours."

   He turned to go and barely heard Betty mutter "And just who says I'm
even WEARING panties you old fart."

   He laughed as he went to the bathroom.

   Again Alice's hands were in his back, pushing him.  "Me too!  Me too!"
she called.  "I have to wash my hands too!"

   She pushed him into the small bathroom and crowded past him to the sink,
turning on the water.  "Me first!" she giggled.

   Bob simply slipped his hands between her arms and her sides and then
stuck his hands under the running water, pushing hers aside.  A mock battle
ensued, splashing water everywhere, including all over Alice's shirt.  She
squealed and backed into Bob, pushing her butt into his still hard cock.

   "UNCLE BOB!  You got me all wet!" she giggled.

   Bob couldn't resist.  His hands came to her braless titties and covered
them, squeezing.

   "Wet?  You don't feel wet to me." he said, giving them another squeeze.
They felt positively delightful.

   "UNCLE BOB!" she squealed again, her wet hands hanging in the air.  "YOU
DIRTY OLD MAN!" She turned in his arms, her wet hands coming to his back
and getting the back of his shirt wet.  "You shouldn't touch me there" she
said more softly.  "It makes me want to kiss you again."

   So Bob kissed her again, another long, hot tongue swapping kiss.  She
was breathless when he finished.

   "You let the boys kiss you like that sweetness?" he asked.

   "Uh uh," she sighed.  "I don't kiss any boys at all.  But I might start
if it's anything like that."

   "You just come to your old Uncle Bob if you want kisses." he kissed her
again, not quite as passionately.  "Boys will want to do other things if
you kiss them like that."

   "Like what you just did?" she asked.

   "That and lots more." he smiled.

   "HEY YOU TWO ...  GET A ROOM OR SOMETHING!" came Mary's raucous bray
from the bathroom door.  "And save some for me." she added hastily as uncle
and sister looked at her.

   "Have Uncle Bob wash your hands for you." said Alice, unwinding herself
from her uncle.  "It's fun when he washes your hands."

   "What?" asked Mary, trying to figure out what in the world her sister
could be talking about.

   "Come here." said Bob, and he pulled the thinner sister between him and
the sink.  Then he put his arms around her, got his hands wet, and cupped
her flatter, firmer titties, just like he had Alice's.

   Mary didn't squeal quite as loudly, but she backed into his boner just
like Alice had, and got her tender mams squeezed several times.  She leaned
her head back on her uncle's shoulder and turned her lips to his ear. 
"I'll scream if you don't stop." she whispered.

   "Go ahead." he said.

   "Help help" she whispered.  He rubbed her hard mounds, letting his
fingers play with her erect nipples.

   "I'll ask you the same thing I asked Alice." he said.  "You let the boys
do this to you?"

   "Once" she said, thrusting her chest out into his hands.

   "And?" he prodded, giving her a little bump with his hard cock.

   "I CERTAINLY didn't let them do THAT!" she said in his ear.  "You'd
better stop now Uncle Bob.  I'm getting horny."

   Bob gave her thrusting nipples another tweak and said "Well, we wouldn't
want that, now would we?" He let his hands start sliding down, over her
stomach, toward her ultimate prize.

   Mary backed against him hard and grabbed his hand with both of hers. 
"Now now" she chided.  "You're heading for no man's land again." She turned
around, like Alice had.  "You gave my sister another kiss.  It's not fair
unless you kiss me again too."

   Bob didn't have to lean down much to kiss this girl.  She melted against
him as his hands found her butt and rubbed in circles, pushing her groin
into his lumpy basket.  This time she didn't rebuke him or make him stop.
She just kissed him deep and long.  "Man!  I love kissing you." she panted.

   "Come on" said Bob, "Before we do something your mother would shoot me
for."

   "I know where the gun is" said Mary, taking his hand.  "I'll hide it if
you want me to."

   "Girl you sure know how to make a man want to be a man ...  I'll give
you that." said Bob.  He knew he was going to have to beat off tonight.

   Supper was filled with laughter and happiness.  It was still
unseasonably cool outside, but Betty had bought a couple of space heaters
and in the house it was warm and friendly.  Bob shook his head several
times, wondering why some man hadn't snapped up his sister.  Eventually he
broached the subject, like he did every time they got together.

   "So, how's your sex life?" he asked Betty.

   "You horny old goat.  That's all you ever want to know about you
perverted slime ball." She put a forkful of salad in her mouth and chewed
it for a while.  "It's exactly the same as it was the last time you
intruded into my private business." "Betty," he said, going into big
brother mode.  "You're a beautiful, intelligent, delightful woman, and sexy
as all get out.  There are a thousand men out there who would salivate at
the very thought of being your special guy.  Don't tell me you LIKE living
like this." He meant every word.

   "Why wouldn't I you useless bag of manure?" she shot back.  "I get to
sleep in as much of the bed as I want to.  I don't have to put up with a
man farting on my furniture.  My daughters are still virgins.  I don't have
to watch football unless I want to.  I get by just fine!" She put another
forkful of salad in her mouth and chewed.

   Bob knew how she "got by".  He had bought her a nine inch latex dildo
and mailed it to her from "an anonymous admirer".  Of course the post mark
was the town near his farm, so she knew where it came from.  The next time
he visited she had yelled at him for ten minutes and then kissed him and
whispered "Thank you ...  I'm so much calmer now." in his ear.

   "Don't give me that" he growled.  You're still young enough to have two
or three more babies, and you should, if they'll be anything like these two
lovely ladies right here." Both girls preened at his praise.

   Betty coughed, and lettuce spewed out onto her plate.  "BABIES?" she
said forcefully.  "Why in the world would I want to waddle around for
months and months, looking like the Goodyear blimp, just so some man can
have an excuse to buy cheap cigars and rub my belly?" She cleaned up her
mess.  "My two daughters are all the children I need!" She sat back in her
chair and looked fondly at her daughters.  "Some grandchildren might be
nice though." she said innocently.

   Mary was the first to react.  "MOTHER, PLEASE!  I'm not even out of High
School yet!"

   "Yes, but you will be in May.  Why don't you meet some nice boy and go
on some dates?"

   "I've tried that Mom" said Mary, looking severely at her mother.  "You
KNOW I have, and every boy I went out with was a waste of time.  All they
want to do is get their hands in my pants.  I want a man who will talk to
me, and read poetry to me, and take me places and love me for who I am. 
HIM I'd give you a grandchild with." Bob cleared his throat.  "Mary dear,
I'll take you to the Mall after supper, and we can talk on the way.  But
first I have this poem I think about every time I see you.  It goes like
this.  There once was a lass from Nantucket, who..." "THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH
OUT OF YOU!" shouted Betty, drowning out the rest of the limerick.  "As if
I'd ever consider letting a bag of outhouse offal like you touch my
beautiful daughter."

   "Daughters" corrected Alice.  "I'm perfectly capable of having
grandchildren too, and what Mary was talking about sounds pretty cool to me
too.  Except you won't let me date until I'm seventeen."

   "You're a bit young dear." said Betty.

   "Awwww Mary gets to have all the fun." said Alice, pretending to sulk.

   "Just for the record" said Bob around a mouthful of corn, "I love you
both for who you are.  You too." he finished by facing his sister.

   "Horny old satyr" muttered Betty.

   After supper they formed a sort of assembly line operation to get the
dishes from the table to the sink, and then washed, and rinsed and dried
and put away.  There was mundane chatter while this went on, and Bob caught
up on what the girls were interested in, and the classes and teachers they
liked, or didn't like.  He found out Betty had been promoted to area
manager, with a substantial raise, and that she loved her new job.

   As they finished up Betty picked up the last pot and said "Ugh.  This
one's going to have to soak for a while.  It's all greasy.  Alice, would
you get me the hand soap honey, I need to wash my hands."

   "Ooooo let Uncle Bob wash your hands for you." Alice grinned at her
uncle.  "He does a REALLY good job.  He helped me wash MY hands before
supper."

   "Mine too." chimed in Mary.  "You really should Mom, he's the best." She
giggled.  "What are you magpies chattering about?" asked Betty as she
reached for the dispenser Alice was handing her.

   Bob walked up behind her and slid his arms past her sides, like he had
with the girls.  He turned on the water and took the dispenser from her
hand, pushing the plunger and getting soap onto his other hand.  Then he
set the dispenser down and reached for his sister's hands, rubbing them
between his own.  Betty had stiffened at first, expecting some prank, but
as he massaged her hands she relaxed.  "That's not how you did it with us."
said Alice.

   "I got them a little wet" Bob confessed in his sister's ear.  His hot
breath in her ear made her shiver."

   "You did?" she asked, relaxed now.

   "Yeah, like this." Said Bob.  He brought his wet hands to her breasts
and cupped them gently, lifting them and then sliding his hands up over
them.  He gripped them and then rolled her whole breasts in opposite
circles.  "Hmmmm no bra either!" he commented in her ear.

   Betty's hands came up and covered his, gripping them.  "You bastard" she
said softly.  "You rat bastard ...  you conniving ...  despicable ...  rat
...  bastard." All the while her hands gripped his as he massaged her
wobbling titties.

   Bob suddenly felt something wet drop on his right hand.  He stopped and
looked around the side of her face to see tears running down Betty's
cheeks. He stopped pawing her breasts and turned her around.

   "Hey, don't cry" he said.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to make you cry.
Come on Betty, I was just fooling around.  Don't cry honey, please."

   He turned his head to the two open mouthed and astonished girls and said
gently "Your mother and I need a minute alone, OK?" They turned and left
immediately.  He turned back to her.  She was looking at him with puppy dog
eyes.  And she was still crying.  "Come on baby, I didn't mean to hurt your
feelings.  I love you Betts, and I don't want to hurt you.  I know I'm an
asshole sometimes, but please ...?"

   Betty flung her arms around his neck.  "O I love you so much." she
sobbed into his neck.  "And you're so ...  so ...  And I'm so horny ... 
and all the guys I meet are jerks ...  and then you come here, all handsome
and flirty and my girls just love you and you kiss me and I want to do
things with you ...  and you're my brother!" She looked up at him, wiping
her eyes.  "You really ARE a rat bastard.  You've stolen my heart and made
my nipples get all hard and pushed that damn baseball bat I just KNOW you
have hidden in there against me and now I'm so horny I'm thinking of
letting my own BROTHER fuck my brains out!" She sniffled again.  She leaned
against him, putting her face in his shirt.  "Rat bastard" came her muffled
addendum.

   Bob was stunned.  He loved to flirt with Betty and the girls.  And there
was no doubt that, in his fantasies, each of them had welcomed him in the
most intimate ways possible ...  many times ...  as he had pounded his meat
and relieved his lust in a Kleenex.  But to hear that Betty felt the same
way!  She could have pushed him over with one finger.

   "I'm really sorry." he said softly into her hair.  "I didn't mean to
tease you too much."

   She lifted her fact to his again.  "You're a horrible liar Bob Duncan. I
know good and well what an erection means in a man, and you get one every
time I let you kiss me.  You tease me because you LOVE to tease me.  Well,
payback is a motherfucker Bob, so you'd better be ready!"

   With that she pushed him away and walked out of the kitchen and into the
living room.

   CHAPTER TWO

   Bob wasn't sure what he'd find when he followed her into the living
room. Betty was sitting in a recliner when he got there, and the two girls
were sitting on the couch, far enough apart that it was obvious they wanted
him to sit between them.  "We're gonna watch a movie." chirped Alice.  "You
wanna watch with us?" "Sure" said Bob.  "What movie?"

   "It's called Pretty Woman.  It has Richard Gere and Julia Roberts in it.
Have you ever seen it?"

   "It's one of my favorites." said Bob, sitting down.  He was almost
immediately enveloped in soft teen female as both girls leaned against him
and got his arms around them.

   There was little talk during the movie.  It really was a good flick and,
even though they'd all seen it before, the story line, and the way the
actors portrayed the parts was gripping.  They paused once for a bathroom
break, and to make popcorn, but otherwise it was a nice, calm, family
evening.

   As the credits rolled Mary rolled her head on her Uncle's shoulder.  "I
like that hotel guy, the concierge?  Is that what you call them?"

   "It's something like that, though he was more of an assistant manager.
Why did you like him so much?" asked Bob.

   "Because he didn't care that Julia Roberts was a prostitute.  All he
cared about was that she was happy.  He didn't let society tell him what to
think.  He was just ...  nice."

   Bob nodded.  "It would be a lot nicer world if more people were like
that."

   "Bedtime" announced Betty.  "Girls, go on up to bed.  Uncle Bob will
come tuck you in."

   There were moans all around as the girls complained that the next day
was Saturday, and there was no school, and that they should be allowed to
stay up late.  Alice suddenly stood up.  "OUR PRESENTS!" she called out. 
"Uncle Bob never gave us our presents!"

   Bob thought about the costumes in his truck.  This wasn't the time.  The
mood wasn't right.  And giving them the pumpkins would be very
anticlimactic.  He wanted to do it all at the same time.  He stood up too.

   "Tomorrow" he said.  "Your mother already said it's bedtime.  I promise
I'll have a surprise for you in the morning, and your presents."

   There were more complaints and moans and groans, these a little more
authentic than the last, but the girls dragged themselves to their room. 
Betty stood watching, and when the girls were gone she turned to Bob.

   "What did you get them?" she asked.

   "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." he said.

   "Try me." said Betty.

   "Well ...  OK.  I brought them pumpkins."

   "Pumpkins." said Betty.

   "That's right, and other than the truckload I dropped down at the
terminal this afternoon, the pumpkins I brought them are the only ones
within four hundred miles."

   "And you expect me to be proud of you for bringing them ...  pumpkins."
said Betty.  "Well, that's not all I brought.  But I can't tell you the
rest because part of it is yours.  And I can't tell you, because then it
wouldn't be a surprise." Betty came over to him and put her arms around him
loosely.  "You're up to something." she said.  "Are you sleeping on the
couch?" Betty's house only had two bedrooms, hers and the one the girls
shared.  Bob usually slept on the couch when he visited.

   "No, I think tonight I'll stay in the sleeper.  I have all my stuff in
there, and I can read for a while, maybe watch some TV or something.  I'm
not too tired." "Good" said Betty, somewhat mysteriously.  "Go tuck in the
girls." She let him go and as he got to the hallway she said "Bob?"

   He turned around.

   "Don't tease them so much they won't be able to sleep."

   Bob grinned and headed up the hall.

   When Bob got to the girls' bedroom, he knocked and then opened the door.
Alice was in bed, sitting up, leaning on several pillows that were against
the headboard.  She had on a T shirt and a pair of baby blue panties that
the shirt in no way, shape or form came even close to covering.  She was
reading a magazine.  Mary was standing up, hanging something up in the
closet.  She had on a pair of baby doll pajamas, and she looked about
twenty instead of the seventeen he knew she was.  She looked over her
shoulder at him, her dark hair flowing out as her head turned.  Her butt in
the see through panties was gorgeous.  With almost heart stopping poise,
she turned and walked to her bed.  The bra of her baby dolls was also see
through.  She had dark nipples to go with her dark hair.

   "It's about time." grumbled Alice, who scooted down on the bed to lie
down.  That made her T shirt ride up, baring her midriff.  The shirt
bunched under her breasts.  She held her arms out to her Uncle.  "Goodnight
kiss!" she demanded.

   Bob knew a teasing woman when he saw one.  He leaned over and, as he
kissed her, he slid his hand under the bunched material of her shirt and up
onto her naked right breast.  It was the first time he'd actually touched
her naked breast.  She hissed into his mouth as her tongue darted in and
out of his mouth and he rubbed her bare titty.  His thumb and forefinger
found her nipple and pinched it, rolling it a little as it stiffened.

   "Mmmmm" she moaned into his kiss.  He let her breathe and she sighed. 
"That's so naughty Uncle Bob ...  but it feels soooo good."

   Bob pulled his hand out of her shirt.  "Just a little something for you
to go to sleep on.  He looked over at Mary, who was watching intently.  She
sat on the bed, facing her Uncle and took off the little jacket that went
with the pajamas.  Now he could see both of her breasts.  Her tit mounds
were small, but her areolas were large, maybe the size of a half dollar. 
He couldn't distinguish the nipples on top of them, but he knew they were
there from what his fingers had found earlier that day.  And then there was
the darkness in the front of her panties that was her pubic hair.  She
didn't say anything.  She just looked at him with big liquid eyes, and then
lay down on the bed, her head turned toward him.

   Bob got up and walked around Alice's bed.  He stood over Mary, drinking
in her almost nakedness.  She didn't cover herself.  Finally she raised her
arms.  "My kiss." she said.

   He kneeled on the floor beside her bed and put his hand on her flat
stomach as he leaned over to kiss her soft lips.  He wasn't sure about
Mary. She had taken his caresses gladly that afternoon, but she was harder
to read than Alice.  Her hand came and settled on top of his and he assumed
she meant to keep his hand where it was.  That was OK.  He didn't intend to
ever force himself on either of the girls.  He really did love them.

   His kiss started gently, just a brush of his lips to hers, almost like
running on the moon.  His lips bounced up off of hers and then slowly
settled back, touching again, only to bounce off again.  Her other hand
came up to the back of his head and pulled him down to her hungry lips. 
Now the kiss was warm and long.

   He felt her hand twitch on top of his and, ever so slowly ...  ever so
gently ...  he felt her push his hand ...  down ...  toward no man's land.

   He lifted his lips from hers.  Her big liquid eyes were open and staring
into his.  The pressure of her hand on his never stopped, never increased.
He kissed her again and during that kiss his fingertips hit the waistband
of her panties.  He kept kissing her, waiting to see if she'd take his hand
outside the panties ...  or inside them.

   She went inside.

   She had committed herself now, and the time for slow was over.  Bob
thrust his tongue into her mouth at the same time he slid his fingers
between her now spread legs.  His fingers slid into a swamp of desire.  She
was so slippery that his middle finger found it's way between her labia
immediately.  He felt for and found her button and rubbed it.  She tensed
and her legs went wider still.  Then she arched her back and groaned into
his mouth.  She had been so hot she was cumming already.  Her body relaxed
limply onto the bed and he gave her more of those short, bouncing kisses.
He pulled his hand out of her panties and stood up.  Mary's head lolled to
the side, her eyes half open.

   He turned around to find Alice, lying on her side, a pillow under her
arm pit, holding her head up with her hand and the elbow attached to it,
which was digging into the bed.

   She had been watching.

   "And you told me to get a room." said Alice, her voice strangely throaty
for a mere sixteen year old.  "Uncle Bob I think I want another good night
kiss.  Like that one."

   "You sure?" he asked.  He knew Alice loved all things physical, possibly
even pain.  But a year is a long time in the life of an adolescent girl,
and he wanted Alice to love him tomorrow too.

   "Mary?  Do I want a kiss like that?" Alice asked her older sister.

   "Oh yeah" sighed Mary.  Her own hand was now inside her panties and she
was idly rubbing the same place her uncle had rubbed only moments before.
"Oh yeah" she repeated.

   Alice looked up at her Uncle.  "Uncle Bob ...  if I showed you my
boobies would you promise not to laugh at them?"

   Bob said "Cross my heart."

   Alice, with almost no embarrassment, whipped off her T shirt.  Her
nipples were as pale as Mary's were dark.  Her areolas were almost the same
color as her breast flesh.  The texture was different, but you had to be
within a foot to be able to see them.  Her nipples were pinker, and more
visible.  They sat on round mounds of soft looking flesh the size of half a
cantaloupe.

   "They're gorgeous, baby." said Bob.  He meant it.

   "I've never showed them to anyone." she said seriously.

   "I feel very privileged." said Bob.

   "My kiss now please." ordered Alice.

   Bob kneeled for this one too.  Alice reached for his head with both
hands and kissed him hard ...  urgently.  Bob slid his hand to her sex
immediately.  There was no teasing with Alice.  But he kept his hand
outside her panties at first, pressing her mons, rubbing it with the flat
of four fingers, just putting pressure on her lips and the clitty that was
hiding under them.  Alice moaned in his mouth.  He brought his lips up off
of hers and kissed her chin, then down over it as she arched her neck,
letting him kiss her throat and then her chest.  Now he pulled his hand up
and dipped it into her panties as he kissed her breast where it left her
chest, working his way up toward the summit.  He timed it so that as his
big middle finger found her slit, his lips found her nipple and he sucked
and pressed her clit at the same time.

   Alice jerked, her whole body shaking and she grabbed a pillow and
covered her face with it as her hips arched up off the bed and she came. 
She made what would have been a lot of noise into the pillow.  Then she too
flopped back to the bed, limp.  Bob stood up and stepped back.  He was rock
hard.  "Good night my beautiful sweethearts." he said.

   "I love you Uncle Bob" said Alice from under the pillow.

   "I love you Uncle Bob" said Mary, still masturbating on her bed.

   Bob closed the door and turned to see Betty coming out of the bathroom.
There was a towel wrapped around her hair and she was wearing a big
terrycloth robe.  "It took that long just to tuck them in?" she said.  "I
took a shower while you were doing ...  whatever you were doing."

   "You have two very demanding daughters." said Bob.

   Betty walked up to him and suddenly he felt her hand on his dick,
squeezing.  "Well, you're still hard.  That's a good sign." said Betty.

   "Mr.  Happy doesn't necessarily agree with you." said Bob.

   "Mr.  Happy?  You've GOT to be kidding me.  You named it Mr.  Happy?"
Betty hadn't let go of it yet.

   "Actually, there was this girl.  And she and I spent some time together
and we were very close for a while.  She named it Mr.  Happy because she
said it made her so happy."

   "Oh." said Betty.  "A girl.  I didn't know there was a girl Bobby."

   "I don't think it's fair to say there IS a girl.  The girl was Martha
Hopkins." Betty goggled.  "You diddled Martha Hopkins in High School?"

   "Mr.  Happy did.  I just went along for the ride.  I was young, dumb and
full of cum.  The way I remember it Martha diddled Mr.  Happy."

   Betty laughed a happy tinkling laugh.  "Well, you and Mr.  Happy have a
nice night.  The shower's yours." She kissed him gently on the lips and
went down the hall to her bedroom.  Bob went in the bathroom to take his
shower.

   Fifteen minutes later Bob poked his head out the door, looking up the
hall.  Everything was dark.  He walked out into the hall naked, toweling
off his hair, his dirty clothes balled up under his arm.  He hadn't brought
any clean clothes in with him.  It was a small town, and he should be able
to make it to the truck wrapped in the towel.  He had clothes there.  He
looked at the crack under his sister's door, but all was dark and he
tiptoed by.  He closed the front door gently and walked down the sidewalk
toward his truck.

   Climbing up into the cab barefoot was interesting.  The stamped metal
steps cut into his tender feet and he hopped into the driver's seat
gratefully.  He swung his feet around and stepped into the sleeper only to
kick a pumpkin.  The towel dropped to the floor, leaving him naked, with a
bruised toe.

   "Damn!" he'd forgotten about the pumpkins.  He groped in the dark for
the switch for the sleeper light and found it.  Then he stopped.  There was
a curtain that covered the entrance to the sleeper.  If it wasn't closed,
and he turned on the light, anyone from the street could look straight into
the sleeper.  He turned around and, by feel, closed the curtain.  It was
now pitch dark in the sleeper.  He reached for the light switch again and
turned the interior lights on, closing his eyes against the brightness.

   When he opened them again, he was staring at the sleeper floor ... 
covered in pumpkins.  They had been on the bed.  But the space they had
been in didn't hold pumpkins any more.

   It held his sister, Betty ...  and she was very ...  very ...  naked.

   "You took long enough you hairy ugly beast." she said softly.

   "If I'd have known what one of my pumpkins had turned into I'd have been
here a lot sooner." he said.

   "I know you haven't had sex in probably a hundred years" said Betty,
"and that you're so stupid you probably couldn't find a horny pussy if you
were being born out of it." She spread her legs, exposing her very ... 
very ...  bald pussy.  "I shaved off all that confusing hair in the shower
before I came out here.  I wanted you to have half a chance at finding MY
horny pussy."

   Bob just stood, drinking in her beauty.  His cock was sticking up and
out from his body at a fifty degree angle.  It was like granite.

   Betty licked her lips.  "I used to have this friend.  She and I did all
kinds of stuff together.  But she lived way across town, so the only times
I got to see her were at the games, and in Girl Scouts and places like
that. She told me a secret one time.  She said she had let a boy get in her
panties, and that now she could die happy.  She said she'd quit school and
have this boy's baby, except that her parents would kill her ...  and THEN
make her get an abortion."

   Bob noticed that one long finger had slid between her pussy lips and was
gently strumming her clit.

   She went on.  "Her parents found out she wasn't a virgin any more and
they moved away with her.  She wouldn't tell anybody who the boy was.  Not
even me, and I was her best friend.  I wondered for years who had made her
so happy.  Her name was Martha.  Martha Hopkins."

   Betty stopped talking and lay back on the bed.  "I want to be happy
Bobby.  I want to meet Mr.  Happy.  Come love me Bobby.  I need you so
badly."

   The mood was only slightly broken by Bob having to pick his way through
a mine field of pumpkins to get to her.  When he did, and crawled onto the
bed, things happened in that way that is at once as fast as a bullet train
...  but is seen in slow motion.

   Betty's legs were still spread, her bare pussy obscenely open, her pussy
lips parted by that finger, slowly stroking her clit.  Her pussy lips were
fat and dark, engorged because she had played with them while she waited,
building her passion to a fever pitch.

   And Bob was primed too, by his play with his nieces, and by his long
suppressed lust for his own sister.  And when they came together, it was a
ballet of sorts, where each participant did exactly what was needed at
exactly the right time, moving in concert with each other.  His prick
surged toward her pussy like laser guided smart bomb and the target opened
and waited to be plundered.  Between the time the tip of his penis made
contact with her pussy lips, and the time that tip mushed into the mouth of
her cervix, deep in her belly, a total of forty-five one hundredths of a
second had passed.  His rampant prick penetrated her like an assassin's
knife, skewering her defenseless sex.

   But for the two of them, it was slow motion.  Betty felt every
millimeter of his penis as it penetrated her.  She felt his foreskin bunch
up as her pussy lips stretched not quite enough to let him in easily.  Then
the head of his cock slid out of that bunched foreskin and, like a snake
going after a baby prairie dog, slithered down her tunnel until it was
stopped by the gates to her womb.  There were bumps and veins on his cock
that gave it texture.  Betty felt every bit of that texture and loved it.

   For Bob the primary sensation was heat.  Her pussy was burning hot, like
that salsa in Mexican Restaurants that tastes so good on chips, but burns
so hot you can't taste the food when it comes.  Heat was followed by the
tactile feel of her skin against his as he pressed down on her body.  Her
breasts were soft and cushiony, and her legs seemed to touch every square
inch of his own.  Her hands came to the small of his back and helped press
him deep into her body.  Then he smelled her hair, and the sweetness of her
breath must before their lips came together in a kiss that traded a little
bit of each person's essence, giving it to the other in a way that was
possibly more intimate than the sex they were engaging in.

   Both were too hot to last.  Like he was some stud horse, Bob lasted for
four or five massive and deep lunges into her body before he tensed and his
semen flowed out of him like water.  He'd been teasing and being teased for
almost seven hours by three beautiful women.  He'd engaged in sexual acts
that satisfied his two nieces, but only heightened his own need to cum. 
And now he was engaged in making love with the woman he loved most in the
world.

   His balls were bloated, almost aching, and when release came, the amount
of spend he produced was three times normal.

   With Betty it was different.  She had been horny for over a year.  She'd
gone out with three men during that year, and, though they were nice enough
men, nothing clicked and the hope and anticipation of meeting a man she
could invite into her bed was left unfulfilled.  She'd known it at some
level, but had pushed that deep.  She was a practical woman, who knew that
pining for love wouldn't produce it.  And all that passion had been crammed
into a vault, the combination to which she just did not have.  Bob, in his
light hearted fiddling, had accidentally twirled her knobs in just the
right pattern, and the vault door had popped open.  And when she felt that
rush of hot sperm flowing into her womb, the door to that vault slammed
open, smashing against the wall so hard that she knew the door was warped,
and that her passion could never again be sealed away in that place.

   The only outward sign that Betty Foster was having an orgasm was that
her pussy muscles cramped, tightening on Bob's spurting cock, which made
each spurt a little harder to get through his cock, and made those spurts
all the more sensual for him.  Then her pussy spasmed, milking his cock for
its precious contents.  Her cervical mouth dipped and semen flowed into her
womb, making a miniature lake, white and milky looking, had there been
light to see it.

   A gauge of the passion both expended during the tryst just described, is
that, from the time Bob opened the door of his tractor, to the time he
fertilized his sister, consumed seven and one half minutes of Bob's night
in the sleeper of his truck.  The second time they made love, he lasted
almost ten minutes.

   When she woke him up at three thirty in the morning, she whispered "I
told you payback would be a motherfucker.  Now, fuck this mother again." He
lasted half an hour.

   But those times only accounted for actual fuck time.  There was talk
time and a lot of foreplay.  All in all, Bob's first night at Betty's house
garnered him about three actual hours of sleep.

   He could always take a nap the next day.

   =============================================

   It never occurred to them that the girls would come out to the truck in
the morning to wake up their Uncle Bob.  When the tractor rocked as a girl
climbed up on each side of it to gain access, Bob's trucker instinct woke
him up.  He was already reaching for his .410 snake charmer when he heard a
giggle and realized who was climbing into his truck.  He couldn't believe
he hadn't locked it the night before.  Then his muzzy brain remembered
whose naked and cum-soaked body was lying next to his and he half sat up
just in time to see the privacy curtain being pulled aside and two cute
teenage faces peering into the partial darkness of the sleeper.  The sun
was right behind the girls, streaming into the windshield.

   "Uncle Bob?" came Alice's soprano voice.

   "MOM!" gasped Mary.

   "Mmmm?" said Betty, waking up.

   "Mom?" came Alice's voice.

   What the girls saw was their mother, lying on her back, her legs
partially spread.  Her shaven pussy was glistening with a shiny, milky
white coating.  While the girls didn't know it then, what they smelled was
the odor of great sex and a valiant attempt to impregnate a woman.

   "Morning girls." said their mother sleepily.  Then, her eyes popped wide
open.  "GIRLS?  OH NOOOooooooooo" she wailed, rolling to hide her face in
Bob's ...  lap.  That brought her nose into contact with the vehicle that
had delivered all that slippery sperm to her pussy.  Under other
conditions, she might have smiled, opened her mouth, and tasted the product
of her lust driven actions the night before.  But, of course, these weren't
quite those conditions.

   There was an interesting silence as the girls took in what it looked
like to be ...  well fucked.

   "Wow Mom!" said Mary, the first to partially recover from the surprise.

   "And you won't even let us DATE!" said Alice, sounding irritated.

   Mary addressed her uncle.  "I know you said you'd have a surprise for us
Uncle Bob, but I never expected anything THIS surprising."

   Betty continued to moan into Bob's cock, making it look like she was
trying to make a recording and Bob's cock was the microphone.  "Oooo I'm SO
embarrassed." she cried.

   Again it was Mary who adapted the most quickly.  "Come on, Mom, we're
grown up enough to know you've had sex before."

   Bob's tongue came unglued.  "I think maybe it's because of who you found
her having sex with."

   Perhaps Alice's teen mind was just overwhelmed and needed something
normal to latch onto.  Perhaps it was just the capricious nature of the
teen female mind.  For whatever reason, she suddenly squeaked "Look ... 
Look at all the PUMPKINS!  There must be a HUNDRED of them!"

   Bob, being normal enough to want to dodge an issue when he could, said
"Yeah, they're part of your presents."

   Mary, still more interested in what her mother looked like, and what
that interesting thing her mother had her mouth so close to might look like
if only her mother would move, said "Pumpkins?  Why would you bring us
pumpkins?"

   "Well," said Bob, stroking his shaking sister's blond hair as she
breathed on his cock, "Those are almost the only pumpkins in the three
state area that got hit by the frost.  I thought you guys might want to
carve some into Jack-O-Lanterns for Halloween, and maybe sell the rest for
some spending money.

   "Oh." said Mary.  "And we can spend the money any way we want to?" She
sounded a little bit mercenary, but Bob understood that, until Mary got her
promotion and raise, things had been pretty slim for them.

   "Any way you want to." he confirmed.

   Mary said.  "OK, here's what we'll do.  We'll make breakfast, and as
soon as Mom gets herself under control ..." It was Mary who sounded like
the parent all of a sudden.  "You guys can get dressed and come inside and
eat.  And then we'll get the pumpkins out and take them to the Mall.  I bet
we can sell them all down there." she finished brightly.

   "Hey!" said Alice.  "You said these were PART of out present.  What's
the rest?  Did you give Mommy her present last night?"

   Bob had to laugh.  "I guess I did give her part of her present last
night.  You girls go on.  I'll bring your presents with me when we come
in."

   The two girls vanished, letting the privacy curtain fall back into place
and it was suddenly dark in the sleeper again.

   "Oh Bob, what am I going to do?" moaned Betty.  "The girls will probably
think from now on that I'm a ...  SLUT!" She burst into tears.

   Bob just held her and told her everything would be fine.  "I don't think
the girls were all that shocked." he said to her hair as she shook against
him.  "Like Mary said, they know you've had sex before.  They're almost
grown women.  They know about these things."

   "You really think so?" she sniffled.

   Bob got her calmed down enough for them to both realize she had come out
to the truck in only her robe the night before.  She hadn't actually
planned on staying in the truck the whole night.

   "I have something you can wear." said Bob and he got out a pair of his
jeans and a work shirt for her.  She didn't even have to unbutton the jeans
to get them over her hips and started giggling as she realized she'd have
to walk up to the house holding them up.  If her neighbors were looking
there would be rumors everywhere.

   Suddenly she didn't care.  Last night had been glorious ...  amazing ...
fulfilling beyond her wildest dreams ...  and she wasn't going to let a few
neighbors ruin it for her.  She was still very nervous when she got into
the house, though, thinking about what her daughters would say to her.  She
ducked into the bathroom for a shower.  It was a long shower.  She didn't
want to come out and face the girls.

   CHAPTER THREE

   While Betty was hiding in the bathroom Bob went into the kitchen and
made coffee while the girls tried not to quiz him about what had happened
last night.

   Alice tried to talk about something else by saying "Where's our
presents?"

   Bob winced.  He'd brought in the bag with the costumes inside it, but
had left it in the living room, on the floor beside the couch.  He hadn't
had time to show them to Betty yet.  "Um ...  I need you to be patient for
just a little longer" he said.  Alice clouded up and took in a breath to
complain.  It made her breasts push her blouse out nicely.  Bob saw that
and wondered if maybe he just really WAS a dirty old man.  All he could
think about around these women was sex.

   "You PROMISED!" wailed Alice in a most theatrical manner.

   "I know I promised, and you'll get your presents, but I have to wait for
your mother."

   "Why?" asked Alice.

   "Well ...  your presents are kind of ...  sexy ...  a little bit." he
finished lamely.  "And your mother may not want you to have them."

   Mary looked over her shoulder from the sink.  "I don't think Mom's in
any position to tell us we shouldn't be ...  sexy."

   "Come on" said Bob.  "What happened last night was something that had
been building for years and we didn't even know it.  It just .... 
happened."

   "Like what you did to me ...  us ...  last night?  Did that just ... 
happen too?" asked Mary.

   Bob thought for a second.  "Yesterday you told me there was a 'no man's
land'.  But last night you didn't stop me." He didn't embarrass her by
reminding her that it was her own hand that had pushed his into her
panties. "Why didn't you?"

   Mary blushed.  "I don't know.  I felt ...  excited.  I wanted to know
what it felt like.  I was ...horny." she finished, blushing even harder.

   "And are you sorry it happened?" asked Bob.

   "I'm not" said Alice.  "That was the most fun I've had in ...  I can't
remember when I EVER had that much fun."

   Mary darted a murderous look at her sister for butting in on the
conversation.  "I'm not sorry either.  I ...  I ...  " she looked down.  "I
want to do it again."

   "That's what I'm talking about girls.  Your mother got ...  horny, and
something just snapped, and she needed some loving last night.  It was
probably my fault.  You know how I tease her."

   "You tease us too." said Mary, looking up again.  "Is that what you want
to do with us too?"

   Bob was alarmed.  Mary was so hard to read.  "Sweetheart, you don't have
to worry about anything.  I'll never ever do anything to hurt you, and I'll
never do anything to you that you don't want me to do.  If you don't want
me to ever touch you again, just say the word.  The last thing I want to do
is drive you away from me."

   "I never said I don't want you to touch me." said Mary.  "I just told
you I liked what we did last night.  I just said I want to do it again.

   "And I loved what we did last night too" said Bob.  "But only if you
want that kind of attention."

   "Is mommy still all upset?" asked Alice.  "What should we say to her?"

   "Do you love her?" asked Bob.  It was a loaded question.  If the girls
were jealous it could cause problems.  And because they liked feeling a
man's fingers on their pussies didn't mean they thought the rest of what
adults did was OK.  Maybe they DID think their mother was a slut."

   "Of COURSE we love her" said Mary.

   "Then just tell her that." said Bob, heaving a sigh of relief.

   Fifteen minutes later breakfast was ready, but Betty still hadn't showed
her face.  Mary put down the towel she had just wiped the counter with. 
"Be right back." she said.

   She found her mother in her bedroom, sitting on the bed, dressed now in
her own clothing.  She looked up, red eyed when Mary opened the door and
stepped in.

   "Breakfast is getting cold" said Mary.  "Come on."

   "Mary ...?" said Betty.

   Mary went to her mother and pulled her up off the bed with both hands.
"We love you Mom." she said, hugging her mother.  Betty's response was
almost fierce as she hugged her daughter tightly.  Mary let her squeeze and
then pushed her back a little.  She kissed her mother's cheek.  "You need
some of that magic cream you use to cover up your wrinkles." said Mary,
grinning.  "But do that later.  Let's eat." They went toward the kitchen
hand in hand.  Just before they got there Mary said, out of the side of her
mouth.  "Was he good?  I'm SO jealous of you."

   Betty's astonished laugh barked as she entered the kitchen.  Bob and
Alice looked up.  Alice smiled.  "I love you Mommy." she said.

   Betty's eyes got wet again, but this time it was because joy filled her
to her skin, threatening to burst that fragile covering of her body.  "I'm
so lucky to have you girls." she stammered.  She looked over at Bob.  "And
you too, you worthless bag of bones."

   Mary giggled.  "If that's worthless ...  then I want some worthless."

   Betty blushed, but she felt so much better she couldn't believe it.  The
fact that her older daughter had just suggested that she wanted to be
sexually active ...  with her own uncle ...  didn't bother her as much as
she thought it would.  She had dreaded the time when her girls would get
interested in men, but now that it was here, the man they appeared to be
interested in wasn't objectionable at all.  Suddenly she thought of
something.  "Oh MY!" she squeaked.  She went to the calendar and looked for
the little mark that would tell her the last time she'd had a period.  Her
finger ran along the squares on the page, going backward from today's date
...  two ...  three ...  five ...eleven days.  Eleven days since her last
period.  She could very well have been ripe last night.

   "Oh my." she said again.  She had a sudden mental image of herself
standing where she was now ...  except that her belly was touching the wall
in her image, swollen huge with ...  Bob's baby in it.

   "What's wrong?" asked Alice.

   Betty turned away from the wall, blushing again.  " ...  Nothing." she
said.  "Nothing at all.  I'm starved!  Let's eat."

   Three hours later Bob's Peterbilt was parked on a grassy corner, across
the street from the local mall.  They had parked in the mall lot first, but
had been run off by mall security, who said they didn't have a permit. 
Later, when the same mall guard showed up wanting to buy a pumpkin, his
cost mysteriously went up to three times what he would have paid for it if
they'd never seen him before.  Bob had stuffed over a hundred pumpkins in
his sleeper, leaving just enough room for him to sleep.  Betty had piled
them higher to make room in his bed for her.  Some of them were "Texas"
style, huge, some weighing thirty or forty pounds, and a few big enough
that even Bob had to strain to lift them.  These were set out around the
truck and priced very high by the girls.

   The girls probably brought in as many customers as the pumpkins did. 
They waved at people driving by and held pumpkins up in the air.  An
amazing number of young men stopped to flirt with the girls, who flirted
back shamelessly.  Every boy left with a pumpkin, some more than one.  And
they all left sadly too, having been turned down for dates and other
suggested activities.

   They sold out within four hours.  The girls kept two pumpkins apiece to
carve at home, and counted their money.  Squeals and giggles grew louder
and more frequent as they kept counting.

   "Eight HUNDRED dollars!" announced Mary when she'd finished.  She turned
to her smiling mother, her eyes wide.  "Eight HUNDRED dollars Mom!"

   Alice jumped up and down, her braless breasts bobbing delightfully. 
"And it's all ours?" She whirled to face her uncle.  "You said it was all
ours." "That I did." he said.

   Bob was attacked by two wriggling squirming girls, who showered him with
kisses and hugs and rubbed themselves all over him until he finally pushed
them away, waving his arms.  "Get in the truck!" he yelled.

   On the way home the girls rode in the sleeper, as they had on the way to
the mall.  The sleeper was empty now, though, and didn't smell like
pumpkins any longer.  Now it just smelled like ...  sex.

   Mary stuck her head up into the cab.  "It smells ...  good back here."
she said.  Then she grinned as her mother turned a questioning look her
way. "Thank you Mommy." She ducked back into the sleeper giggling.

   Betty looked over at Bob.  "I've raised a couple of harlots." she said.
"What am I going to do?"

   Bob looked over briefly.  "Love em." he said.  "Ya gotta love em."

   Alice ran to the house first as soon as they got back, leaving her
pumpkins in the truck.  When Bob and Betty got there she was blocking the
hallway, her arms outstretched.

   "You never gave us our presents." she said.  And she made it plain her
patience was gone.  She wasn't going anywhere until she got her present
from her Uncle Bob.  Bob held up his hands.  The atmosphere was as good as
it was likely to get.  "OK, OK, everybody into the living room."

   They gathered and Bob reached down to get the bag.  "OK, here's the
deal. I was at a truck stop and I saw these ...  Halloween outfits, I guess
you'd call them.  I'm not sure they're to actually wear for Halloween.  I
mean you could, but you'd probably get arrested if you went Trick or
Treating in them.  I got three of them, one for each of you.  You'll have
to choose who gets what.  I couldn't do that." The three women looked
expectantly at him.  He reached in the bag and spread the three packages
out on the seat of the couch.

   It was silent as the women crowded in, looking at the pictures on the
front of the packages.

   "You really ARE a dirty old man!" said Betty.

   "I told you so!" chimed Alice.

   "Oh Uncle BOB!" said Mary in a hushed voice.

   "I want THIS one!" squealed Alice, picking up the Vampirella package.

   "ALICE!" yipped her mother.  "You'll look positively NAKED in that
thing!"

   "I KNOW!  the teen squealed again.  Won't it be COOL!?"

   Mary looked at her mother.  "What do you think?" she asked.

   Betty was breathless.  "I think they're positively HORRIBLE ...  SLUTTY!
...  OUTRAGEOUS!"

   "I meant which one do YOU want?" asked Mary, ignoring her mother's
outburst.  "I FEEL like a zombie right now!" sighed Betty.  "I'm just
stunned out of my head!" "OK, Mom's a zombie.  That makes me a wicked
witch!" She giggled as she picked up the witch outfit.

   "You're not actually going to WEAR those!" Betty said in a horrified
voice.  "Only around here." said Mary, tearing open her package.  Both
girls tore off for their bedroom, obviously to try on their ...  presents.

   Betty, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, looked at
Bob, who was looking back at her sheepishly.  "I thought they were cute."
he said in his defense.

   "They'll get us all PREGNANT!" said Betty.  Then she giggled, half
hysterically.  "If I'm not already."

   "What?" said Bob.  He felt his gut tighten.  He realized it wasn't his
gut.  It was his cock getting stiff.

   "Bob, I haven't been on the pill or anything for years!" she said.  "I
didn't plan on last night.  I don't DO that any more."

   "You miss him that much?" asked Bob gently.

   "I did until last night.  Bob my last period was eleven days ago." Bob
didn't know what to say.  He hadn't actually planned on what had happened
either.  Teasing was one thing.  But this ...  this was something
completely different.  "What do you want to do?" he asked.  She hadn't made
it clear what she thought about the possibility that he might have knocked
up his own sister.  "If I am, we have to DO something." she said.  A small
frown came over her face.  Bob felt his budding joy fade.  "I know some
people in Texas" he said.  "Doctors." he added.

   Betty's frown vanished and her mouth opened and closed again.  "Bob, you
don't mean what I THINK you mean ...  do you?" Her voice went up at the end
of the question.  Bob was confused.  "Sweety, I want to do whatever YOU
want to do.  What DO you want to do?" he asked.

   She looked at him, her eyebrows rising.  "If I'm pregnant, Bob, I want
to have the baby!" She folded her arms under her breasts.  "What did you
THINK I wanted to do?" She sounded dangerous now.

   "You said we had to DO something." he said.  "I don't know what that
meant."

   "It meant we have to find a bigger HOUSE you worthless bag of turtle
turds!" she growled.  "It means we have to get BABY FURNITURE, AND CLOTHES
AND ALL THE THINGS A NEWBORN BABY NEEDS ...  YOU UNCONSCIONABLE, ODOROUS
REPROBATE!"

   Her shoulders slumped.  'I thought you loved me." she said softly.

   Bob's emotions went the gamut from the nova of happiness that she wanted
to have his baby, to feeling like he had let her down with his assumption
that she'd want to abort the fetus.  He grabbed her elbows with both hands
and she winced at the power of his grip.  "I DO love you Betts!" he cried.
"I just didn't know what you wanted.  Oh please forgive me.  I just want
you to be happy.  I can't imagine being a father, but for you I'll do
ANYTHING." he ended, his eyes wet.

   Betty stared at this big rough man, the man who had the same father a
she did, the man she'd grown up with, who had protected her and loved her
as if they shared the same mother too.  He was the man she had compared all
other men to, finding only one who measured up, the man she would marry and
later lose.  His teasing had been a welcome reminder that she was
desirable, even though she had no desire to find a replacement for her
husband.  True, his teasing had gotten a little out of hand with the girls
...  but they would soon be women ...  acted more like women than girls
even now, really ...  and she'd lose them to some man sooner or later.  If
she let them do what they obviously wanted to do with THIS man, she might
not lose them as quickly as she had always assumed she would.  Bob was
looking hopefully at her, the love in his eyes obvious.

   "What about the girls?" she asked.

   "The girls?" Bob was confused again.

   "Bob, I know how you kiss them.  I know how you touch them." she said
patiently.  "I'll stop all that." he said.  It was what he thought she
wanted to hear.  "They don't WANT you to stop all that you big ugly dope!"
she said.  "If you ask me they want MORE!"

   "What do you want from me?" Bob asked miserably.  "I don't know what to
do."

   "I want you to love me Bob" she said, shaking loose from his iron grip.
She put her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his.  "I want
you to love us.  Something has changed for me Bob.  I want a man in my life
now.  I want a man in OUR lives."

   "ALL of you?" Bob asked, incredulous.

   "All of us." Betty said firmly.  "You can't expect the girls to just
stop feeling what they're obviously feeling.  They're happy Bob, and I want
them to be happy for the rest of their lives."

   "But ...  I can't marry you ALL!" said Bob, trying to wrap his mind
around what she had just said.

   Betty felt a thrill go through her at his casual assumption that she
wanted him to marry her.  "OK, marry just me then.  The girls will find
their own men someday, and if they don't then we'll raise a big happy
family together."

   "I don't believe this." said Bob.  His knees felt weak.  He disengaged
from her soft body and sat down on the couch, looking up at Betty.

   "You'd let the girls get ...  pregnant?"

   "If they want to." said Betty.  "They'll get pregnant some day anyway.
And if they want to wait to have babies with the man they marry, they can.
I'll get them to a doctor and get them on the pill."

   "Um ...  what if you AREN'T pregnant?" he asked, unable to think of
anything else to say.

   "Well, then, you'll just have to work a little harder tonight ...  won't
you big brother?" She leaned down and kissed him tenderly.  this time she
didn't keep her tongue in her mouth.

   They were interrupted by Mary and Alice coming back into the room.  Both
went "Ahem" and then giggled.  Bob and Betty looked up.  The girls were
still dressed in the same clothes they had on when they left.

   "What's wrong?" asked their mother.  "Didn't they fit?"

   Mary said "Oh, they fit all right.  Mom ...  those costumes are
naughty!"

   Alice chirped "They ARE naughty Mommy, but I like mine."

   Bob felt more in control now that he knew Betty's thinking on things. 
"Hey, I wanted to SEE you in those." he complained.

   "You will" said Mary.  "At our costume party tonight."

   "Oh?" asked Betty.  "And who all is coming to this costume party
tonight?"

   "Just us" said Mary.  "But we'll have fun.  We have things to do now. 
You guys go on with whatever it was you were doing." Both girls giggled as
they ran toward the kitchen.

   Bob was thoroughly kissing Betty again, his hand inside her shirt, when
Alice popped back into the living room.  "Hey!" she yipped, startling both
adults.  "We need to borrow the car.  We need to go get some stuff."

   Betty waved toward her purse and went back to kissing her half brother.
As the door slammed and the car started, Betty pulled her brother up off
the couch.  "I want you in MY bed this time."

   She took him to her bedroom and then batted at his hands as he started
to take his clothing off.  "I want to do it." she said.  she slowly
stripped him, kissing every bit of skin she uncovered.  She sucked his
nipples and he shivered.  No one had ever done that to him before and he
was surprised at how erotic it was.  When she got to his cock it was
already hard.

   "So beautiful" she whispered.  Then she sucked him until he thought his
head would explode.  He felt the first wave of pleasure enter his penis,
the soothing balm of his semen starting to erupt in her mouth.  But she
clamped down on the base of his cock, shutting off the flow painfully.  She
dragged her mouth off his cock, and the little bit of semen that had
escaped was in her mouth.  She swirled it around with her tongue and
swallowed.  "You taste good." she said.  "But I want your cream in my
pussy."

   She striped herself quickly and flopped on the bed, opening her legs
wide.  She pointed at her bald pussy lips.  "This pussy" she said.

   Bob was on her like a hawk on a field mouse.  He groaned as his cock tip
missed her slick opening and she laughed, fisting him and getting it where
they both wanted it.  He almost sobbed with relief as he slid into her warm
sheath and she wrapped her legs around his back.

   "Now you can cum." she whispered.

   Again he only made three or four thrusts before he was pouring his seed
into her womb.  Betty, who was nowhere near her own orgasm, concentrated on
how his cock felt as it spewed it's luscious cream into her belly.  She saw
a sudden image of this man lying on top of Mary, spurting in her.  The look
on Mary's face in Betty's mind was one of glorious happiness.  Then she
tried to imagine him on top of Alice, but all she could see in her
imagination was his back, his clenching buttocks, and Alice's wide spread
and jerking legs as she welcomed sperm into her body for the first time. 
To her amazement, she felt her orgasm rush upon her like a runaway train
and she screamed her joy as she let it wash over her body.

   This time once was enough for both of them, and they were dressed and in
the kitchen, making up things for the party when the girls came home.  The
girls were bouncy and happy, bringing in bags of goodies.

   "We got Uncle Bob a costume for the party." proclaimed the effervescent
Alice.  "But he can't see it until it's time to get dressed." She stuck out
her tongue at her uncle, making it plain that she was getting revenge for
the long wait she had had.  Bob played angry and frustrated, begging to see
what it was in his falsetto voice until all three women were laughing too
hard to talk.

   Then it was preparation, and it took most of the afternoon.  The girls
carved their Jack-O-Lanterns, making a mess in the kitchen.  That called
for hand washing, and Bob 'helped' every time someone needed to wash
sticky, gooey hands.  The girls loved it, and had to wash their hands a
lot, so Bob got to feel soft teen breasts and hard nipples a lot as he
played with their tits.  There were a few kisses too.  Then the girls
decorated the living room, telling the adults to stay out and not to peek.
They went to the car and brought in more bags of whatever they were using
in there.  Betty kept making more and more treats until there was enough to
feed twenty people.  She suggested they make a few calls to invite some
other people over and both girls shrieked "NO!" together.  Mary stuck her
head into the kitchen.  "This party is just for us." she reminded them.

   There was so much food that they snacked on it early, instead of eating
supper.  Then it was time for them to put on their costumes.  Alice
approached her uncle with something behind her back.  She pulled out a
sack.

   It was a very small sack.

   She reached in and brought out a necklace, made of plastic imitation
animal teeth of some kind.  "This is for you to wear around your neck." she
said formally.  Then she reached in and pulled out a small square of cloth
with a long cord running through one side.  "This is your loin cloth."
Alice dimpled at him.  The bag was empty.  Mary stepped forward, her hands
behind her back too.  When her hands showed, they held a metal collar, two
inches wide.  It was hinged, and had a simple clasp fastener.  Fastened to
opposite sides of the collar were plastic chains that hung down perhaps a
foot.

   "And this is your slave collar.  Tonight you are our slave.  Put it on
...  slave." Mary's face was deadly calm as she held out the ugly collar.

   Bob held up the loin cloth.  "THIS is all I get to wear?"

   Mary shoved the collar at him.  "If you're good ...  slave." She tried
to look stern, but there was pleading in her eyes.

   Bob accepted the collar and bowed.  "As you wish ...  mistress."

   The girls went to their rooms to get ready and Betty went to her room.
Bob was left to change clothes in the bathroom.  If you could call it
changing clothes.  He looked at his skinny body in the mirror.  He DID look
a little like an older slave who wasn't fed a lot, and who had worked hard
his whole life.  The loin cloth covered his penis, but left his ass
completely bare.  He was done long before any of the others, so he went
back to the kitchen.  A young voice drifted down the hall.  "Take the food
to the party room slave!" There was laughter after that.

   Bob carried a heavily laden tray of eats into the living room.  Colored
bulbs had been put in all the lamps, making the room into sections that
were dark, with colored highlights.  The end tables by the couch had red
bulbs in them, making the couch look hot somehow.  One corner of the room
was deep green.  A stereo had been set up in another corner and the light
there was blue.  Holiday lights, shaped like little ghosts were strung
about the room.  There were animated Halloween decorations everywhere. 
Some of them sensed movement and jumped into motion and sound as he moved.
Fake spider webs hung from lamps and stretched across corners.  He went to
the stereo and pushed the on button.  A CD cycled into the player and moans
and screeches began to come from speakers hidden behind furniture.  Chains
clanked and there were horrible groans and creaks.  He was impressed.  He
walked by the television and it turned on by itself.  They had hooked up
some kind of motion sensing device to it.  There was no sound, but there
was an old black and white horror film showing, with machetes hacking and
blood flying.  It was perfect.  "What are you doing slave?" came a stern
voice from the entry to the living room.  Then, they yelled in obviously
practiced unison "TRICK OR TREAT!"

   Bob turned around and saw the two girls.  They were breathtakingly,
almost horrifyingly beautiful in their skimpy costumes.  Alice, of course,
was dressed as Vampirella.  She had lines of blood from the corners of her
mouth to her chin.  The body suit beneath the outer costume was
surprisingly realistic and it looked like the bustier really was supporting
a pair of naked breasts.  But these nipples were dark, rather than the pale
pink ones he knew she had.  He knew, though, that she was probably naked
under that suit, and it excited him.  She walked carefully on the high
heels, stalking into the room.

   "I Vahn ...  to suck ...  your blood" she moaned around the startlingly
white false teeth in her mouth..

   Mary giggled.  "I Vahn ...  to suck ...  something else!" She laughed
gaily.

   Bob turned his eyes on her.  As a witch she was perfect.  Tall and slim.
The hat made her taller still, and she looked somehow like she was suddenly
six feet tall.  The fake twisted nose went with her facial features
perfectly too.  She had spotted four or five of the fake warts, each with a
couple of hairs sticking out of them, on her flawless skin.  She looked
great.  Her body suit looked more like her real body, which brought back
memories of the night before.  Bob felt his cock begin to stiffen.

   "That's not how you wear these costumes, girls." came a sultry voice
from the doorway.  They all turned and stared at Betty.  "THIS is how you
wear these costumes at THIS party." she said.  She walked jerkily into the
room, her arms held out in front of her.  The first Bob realized that
something was different was when he looked at her pussy.  Between the
rotted looking folds of cloth that should have showed the fake pubic hair
of the body suit ...  there were only a pair of bright, healthy looking,
perfectly bare pussy lips.

   Betty wasn't wearing the under suit.  His eyes lifted and her pale
breasts peeked out between rags of cloth, her nipples already stiff and
thrusting.  She had put the green paint on her arms and legs and face.  Her
fingernails stuck out horribly, dirty and cracked.  But her blond hair and
her pale body shining under the dirty looking rags, was pure, live, healthy
woman.  She looked fabulous.  "Oooooo Mommy ...  can we REALLY?" yipped
Alice.

   "This how the costume should be worn at OUR party." Betty repeated, but
this time in a dead, flat voice ...  the voice of a Zombie.

   Alice was already running for their bedroom by the time Mary yelled
"YIPPEE" and followed her.

   Betty stalked over to Bob, her arms going around him.  Her hands dropped
to his naked butt and he felt her doing something with the cord.  When she
stepped back, his loincloth dropped to the floor.  The cord had been cut.

   "And THAT is how the slave will be dressed at this party." droned Betty,
bending over to see if he was hard yet.  She wasn't disappointed.  She bent
farther and sucked him into her mouth, getting him nice and wet and even
harder before pulling off and standing back.

   "That looks better." she said in her own voice.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   Alice was the first one back.  She walked in proudly on her high heels.
This time the bustier supported her naked teen titties, with their pink
jutting nipples.  And the wispy panties showed her blond pubes too.  She
walked in proudly, her chest jutting.  "Do I look sexy?" she asked.

   Betty stepped aside so Alice could see her Uncle Bob and said "I don't
know honey, lets ask Bob."

   Alice stopped as if she'd run into a brick wall and stared at the first
erect male penis she'd seen outside of a computer screen or magazine.

   Bob said "You have a pecker factor of ten ...  mistress."

   Alice kept staring.  "It's so big" she said breathily.

   Mary walked into the room.  Not only had she taken off the body suit,
she'd left the witch's bra behind too.  Her naked breasts clung to her
chest, looking small against her tall frame.  But she was excited, because
her dark nipples stuck out far enough to hang a necklace on.  "I decided
that, since we'll be dancing, it might be too hot to wear the whole
costume." she said.  Then she saw Bob too and her mouth closed.

   Betty said in her zombie voice.  "Zombie has adjusted slave's costume.
Witch and Vampire must be careful when dancing with slave or belly might
swell up like watermelon."

   "MOM!" chorused both girls.

   "Zombie" their mother corrected.  "Zombie know what she is talking
about. Zombie's belly swell up two times before she die and become zombie."

   Betty shuffled over to the stereo.  She fumbled with buttons, but
nothing happened.  She turned around to face the girls and said "Zombie
want dance.  Zombie show girls danger.  Girls make music come out of
stereo."

   Laughing, Mary went to the stereo and a fast beating rock and roll tune
started playing.  Betty held up her hand.  "Zombie want soft music ... 
slow music ...  zombie can't dance fast." More button pushing and a soft
rock song came on.  It was Annie Lennox and the zombie smiled.

   She went to Bob and melted against him, reaching down to force his stone
hard prick between her legs.  Then she shuffled with him in small circles,
her things clamped to his cock.  Their movement practically masturbated
him. She looked up at Bob, who was smiling.  Bob was having a good time.

   "Zombie want kiss." said Betty.  Their kiss started slowly, but it
heated up very quickly until Bob's hands were all over her.  Betty moved
backward, slowly, toward the couch, until she felt it against her calves
and she pulled him as she fell onto it.  It didn't work out the way she
planned.  She landed on the couch flat on her back, but he tried not to
fall on top of her for fear he'd hurt her.  As a result he hit the edge of
the seat and bounced to the floor.  He did a pushup and found himself
staring between her spread legs, at the bald pussy lips her costume didn't
cover.  Before she could do anything he slid his face between her legs and
sucked those puffy pussy lips into his mouth.

   "Ahhhhhh" the zombie groaned and then "Mmmmmm" as his tongue slithered
into her pussy.  Her own hands came up to her breasts and she pulled on her
nipples, pulling them away from her body.  Bob found her clit and sucked
that too, flicking it over and over with his tongue tip.

   Bob wanted to fuck her.  But he also knew that, in his role as a slave,
an achingly hard prick was an asset.  So he concentrated on licking her
clit until she came, writhing on the couch, humping her pussy up against
his face.  When she collapsed limply he pulled his face away from her
satisfied pussy and wiped it on the cloth around her legs.

   He stood up and turned around, his boner pointing at Mary.  "Does
mistress wish to dance?" he asked formally.

   Mary had watched her mother while Bob had eaten her pussy, and it almost
scared her to see her mother reduced to her current almost incoherent
state. The thought of Uncle Bob doing that to her was at once exciting and
horrifying.  She took a step back.

   "I will!" said Alice and she came to stand in front of Bob.  "The slave
will dance with me." she ordered.  Alice was an inch shorter than her
mother, but her Vampirella high heels made her three inches taller than
usual.  It was as if his prick was made to nestle in her triangle of love.
She put his cock there and then put her arms around him.  They hadn't
danced but fifteen or twenty seconds when she pushed him away, hooked her
thumbs in the panty that went with the outfit, and bent over, pushing them
down.  She stepped daintily out of them and then kicked them with one toe
toward a wall.  Then she snuggled up to her uncle to dance again.  This
time, when she put his cock between her legs, he felt heat and slippery
pussy lips slide along the top of his cock.

   "Mmmm much better." she said into his chest.  Then she held her face up
for a kiss and, while Bob kissed her long enough for her knees to get weak,
he also cupped and fondled her now naked buns.  She got her hip movements
coordinated and got wetter and wetter as she slid back and forth, riding
the top of his prick.  Finally he pulled back.  She sighed and looked up at
him.  "Would you do to me what you did to Mommy?"

   Several things flashed through Bob's mind, the first of which was the
memory of his rampant prick sinking into Betty to his nuts.  But then he
decided that perhaps she was thinking of what he had JUST done to her
mother, who was still lying draped on the couch, relaxed after her orgasm.
She had a glass of wine in her hand now and was taking sips.  Mary must
have gotten it for her.

   "I'd be happy to" he said.  "But I can't.  My mistress hasn't told me
what to do." Alice's eyes widened, but then smiled.  She pulled him to the
couch and pointed to the floor.  "Get down on your knees slave!" she
ordered.  He did and she turned him to face the couch.  Then she sat on the
couch and spread her legs, lifting them up until the heels of the high
heels dug into the cushion of the couch.  The flowing parts of the costume
covered her pussy as she lay back and looked at him.  Then, as if she'd
practiced it twenty five times, her hands drew her costume aside, baring
her blond muff.  "Slave ...  lick me."

   Bob cheated just a little.  Instead of going straight for her pussy, he
got between her thighs and leaned forward to suckle at her pink nipples,
supported by the quarter cup bustier.  She sighed and made appreciative
noises.  Then he kissed his way down her belly until he reached her golden
curls.  Mussing them with his lips, he kissed closer and closer to her
plump labia.  She wiggled more and more as he got closer and closer.  He
kissed down the sides of her pussy, not touching her pussy lips, until he
had passed that area and was kissing her thighs.

   "Slave!" she moaned.  "I told you to lick me.  Now lick my pussy slave!"

   She blushed as she said the word "pussy", but managed to spread her
thighs a fraction more.  Bob quit playing with her and descended on her
virgin pussy, licking, sucking, and mooshing his face around in her
slippery sex as she squealed and jerked.  He settled for licking her clit
over and over and over again.  She loved it - she told him so over and over
- but she didn't cum.  He sucked her clit and she loved that too.

   "Ohhhh you could do that all day Uncle Bob." she sighed.  But she didn't
cum.

   Bob had known women who loved to have their pussy licked, but who had
vaginal orgasms, rather than clitoral ones, for the most part.  He knew one
woman who could have a clitoral orgasm one moment, and not the next,
needing something inside her to cum.  He slid one hand down from her knee,
where he had been holding her open, and got his fucking finger nice and
slippery with her juice.  Then he wormed the tip into her pussy and, as he
sucked and licked her clit, slowly shoved it up in her.  She was tight. 
She was very very tight.

   "Ahhhhhh" she groaned, her hips moving side to side.  "Ohhh that feels
good ...  I like that ..."

   Slowly Bob started fingerfucking her, driving deep enough to rim her
cervix.  She got more and more excited, saying how fantastic that felt.  He
added his index finger, noting that she didn't wince.  Her hymen must be
gone.  But she was tight.  Nothing bigger than his finger had ever been in
there.  That much was obvious.  And she really liked vaginal stimulation.

   Bob continued to fingerfuck her as he kissed his way back up to her
breasts.  He sucked and bit her nipples gently as his finger speeded up. 
"Ohhh I LOVE that Uncle Bob!" she moaned happily.

   Bob looked to Alice's right and saw that Betty was holding her
daughter's hand, watching.  He reared back on his knees and moved up until
his iron hard cock was able to touch Alice's pussy.  He fisted it and then
started rubbing it between her pussy lips, up and down her slot, rubbing it
over her clit.  Alice looked down at what was touching her and bit her lip,
her eyes big again.

   Now when he slid it through her slit he pushed a little, so the tip went
into her channel a little bit.  But he pulled back as he rubbed it on up to
her clit, or down to where her cherry used to be.  Each time he pressed a
little harder, but always moved the tip on up or down.

   "Slave" said Alice, her voice low and quiet.

   "Yes mistress." said Bob.

   "Put it in my pussy slave." she whispered.  Her mother turned her head
to look in her daughter's eyes.  Alice looked back and, while they were
staring at each other, Alice repeated herself.  "Slave" her voice was
louder, but not much.  "I told you to put it in my pussy slave."

   Bob centered his cock in her slot and leaned forward.  His cock bent
just a little and then the head popped through her stretched pussy lips.

   "OH OWW" complained Alice, and she lifted her butt up off the couch,
digging in her high heels.  That, unfortunately, only caused her pussy to
climb another two inches onto her uncle's prod.  She was breathing raggedly
now, making moaning sounds, but Bob decided to get it over with.  He leaned
forward again and slowly, his cock slid the rest of the way into his
sixteen year old niece.  Her groan sounded like something the zombie next
to her should have produced.  Bob leaned forward and, as his prick bottomed
out in the girl, sucked hard on one tender nipple.  That pain replaced what
had been the center of attention and she yelled "OWWWW".

   Bob pulled almost out of her and switched to the other nipple, which he
treated much more gently.  Then he slid his cock back into her.  This time
it wasn't so bad.  Her body was already adjusting to his girth.  He pulled
back out and let her rest a few seconds, and then bored on in again.  This
time he let it stay deep and moved his lips to hers, kissing her a long,
passionate kiss, with lots of tongue.  By the time that kiss was over,
Alice had decided that having her uncle's cock in her pussy was a GOOD
thing.

   Alice pushed her uncle back.  "I want to see." she said.  Bob put his
hands on his hips and leaned his back away from her while pushing his hips
toward her.  She stared down as he rocked backward and his cock pulled out
of her pussy.  Then he rocked forward and she watched, her mouth open as
his cock filled her again.  He did that several more times until he was
fucking her at a nice leisurely pace.  Betty's hand appeared suddenly and
fluttered on her daughter's belly.  The fake zombie fingernails looked
gruesome against Alice's white skin.  Betty's hand disappeared and came
back, minus the fingernails.  She lay her hand on Alice's belly and her
fingers began to drift down to where Bob's prick was sliding in and out of
her daughter's body.  Betty settled one finger on Alice's go button and
gently began to flick Alice's clitty.

   That was the combination of things that Alice had needed to reach her
orgasm with three people watching her.  The combined stimulus overcame her
shyness and she began to pant and chant her Uncle's name over and over
again.  On her eighth or ninth "Oh Uncle Bob" she went rigid and a guttural
"UHHHHHHHH" came from her throat as her pussy clenched around the invading
cock.  She keened as the orgasm hit and her left hand came up and pinched
one nipple hard enough that Bob winced.  Her other hand was still gripping
her mother's hand as she had this first experience.  Bob stopped fucking
her, trying not to cum in her virgin pussy.  But her muscles squeezed and
coaxed and the knowledge that she was having her very first orgasm with a
prick in her was too much.  Bob leaned in and arched his back as his balls
worked and thick semen flooded Alice's pussy.  He was deep in her and her
teenage body sucked up all that cum as if it were dry earth.  Bob gasped as
his cock spat again.  He got light headed and wanted to just fall backward,
but he didn't.  He stayed right where he was, his cock delivering more and
more hot sperm into Alice's belly.

   With every spurt all he could think of was "Is this the trick ...  or
the treat?" Finally it was over, and both fucker and fuckee began to relax.

   Alice rolled her head toward her mother.  "Ohhh thank you Mom." she
sighed.  "What for?" asked Betty.  "I didn't do much."

   "You let Uncle Bob do that for me.  You could have stopped him." "You're
welcome sweetheart." said Betty.

   Bob's knees hurt, and he had to move.  He started pulling his cock out
of her slowly, his cock shiny and milky looking.  Both mother and daughter
watched as the half hard penis vacated her well-fucked pussy.

   But When Bob pulled out of Alice, there was a long string of milky white
sperm that was still attached to his cock and stretched to her gaping pussy
mouth.  Mary was looking too, over her uncle's shoulder.  "Ohhhh!" she
said, "He squirted in her!"

   Bob, his chest still heaving, knew he might be in trouble.  He decided
to overact his response and, adopting a subservient attitude, whined "I
tried to stop ...  but I just couldn't ...  I couldn't help it ...  she was
so hot and her pussy sucked it out of me."

   Betty reached over and hooked her finger under the string, pulling it up
and breaking it.  The two loose ends snapped up and stuck to her finger. 
As if she did it every day, Betty put her finger in her mouth and sucked it
clean.  Then she addressed Bob.

   "You were supposed to ASK first before you knocked them up!" She shook
her head.  "You're a very BAD slave."

   Alice was still staring at her pussy, which was oozing globs of thick
white stuff.  "Uncle Bob squirted sperm in my pussy?  I could be pregnant?"
she said, her voice low and filled with emotion.  She looked up at her
uncle.  "You just made me pregnant?" Her tone was accusatory, and her eyes
were glazed as her mind struggled to deal with the information she now had.


   "It doesn't ALWAYS make a woman pregnant." said Bob in his whiney voice.
"Sometimes it takes months and even YEARS to get a woman pregnant."

   "Doesn't that taste nasty?" asked Mary, ignoring her uncle and talking
to her mother.

   "Oh no, it's not nasty at all.  Your uncle ...  I mean your SLAVE has
yummy sperm.  Try some." she suggested, reaching for her younger daughter's
pussy and getting her finger all wet again.  She cleaned her finger in her
mouth and smacked her lips.  "Ewwwwwww" said Mary.  But, tentatively, she
reached toward Alice's pussy.  "Can I?" she asked her sister.

   Alice was still in shock from thinking she might have Uncle Bob's baby.
Things were going awfully fast for her.  "What?  Oh.  Um ...  OK." she
said.

   Mary swiped her finger through a glob of the viscous spend and jerked
her hand back.  She examined the blob on her fingertip and, closing her
eyes tightly, she put her finger in her mouth.  She left it there for a few
seconds, unable to suck it clean, but finally she pulled her finger out. 
Keeping her eyes closed tightly she tasted.  Her eyes popped open and a
surprised look came over her face.  "It DOES taste OK." she said.  "Kind of
salty sweet somehow."

   Betty smiled.  "It's even better straight from the faucet, so to speak,
which, if you want to try what Alice just tried, is what you'll need to do
to get this worthless pile of bones hard again.

   Mary's mouth assumed the perfect shape to do just that.  "You mean ...
suck ...  IT?"

   Betty laughed.  "Don't tell me a seventeen year old girl these days
doesn't know about blow jobs."

   Mary frowned.  "Of COURSE I know about them.  I just never thought of
actually DOING it."

   "Well, you don't have to, of course." said Betty.  "You don't have to do
anything if you don't want to."

   "It looked like it hurt." said Mary.  She was obviously talking about
what Bob had done to her sister, and not the blow job, but it took both Bob
and Betty a second to figure that out.  Mary absently put her finger back
in her mouth and sucked on it again.

   Alice's eyes cleared.  There was a sparkle in them now.  "It DID hurt."
she said.  "But then it got better and better and better and I want to do
it again.  SLAVE, do it again!" she ordered.

   Bob looked down at his limp dick.  "I think Slave is all done for a
while." he said.  Betty got up and pushed Bob down where she had been. 
"Come on girls, I'll show you how to tell if a man's done or not."

   She pushed Bob's knees apart and kneeled between them.  Then she bent
over and, with two fingers, held is cock up enough to stuff it in her
mouth. She sucked strongly on it and pulled her mouth off slowly,
stretching his cock.  It looked funny because now it was thin."

   "HEY!" he said.  "TAKE IT EASY THERE!"

   Betty let his cock pop out of her mouth and looked up at him.  "You just
be quiet.  You were a bad slave and now you can't please your mistresses."

   Alice slid one of her fingers down into her sloppy pussy and got a
finger good and gooey.  Then she brought it up to her mouth and sucked it
clean.  "That's not so horrible." she commented, reaching for another glob.
Soon she was cleaning herself like a cat, licking it's paw, while keeping
one eye on her mother, who was sucking Bob's cock, and doing so with ... 
vigor.

   Betty pulled off and saw that Bob's cock was no longer a shriveled
wrinkled little sausage.  She had either sucked some blood into it, or he
was stimulated, because it had lengthened enough that now she could get her
hand around the shaft.  She turned her head to find Mary kneeling on the
outside of Bob's right leg.  "You want to try it?" asked Betty.

   Mary nodded.  "OK"

   Betty backed up and Mary tentatively wrapped her fingers around her
uncle's penis.  "Oooo it's so soft and mooshy!" she exclaimed.

   Betty laughed.  "That's what we're trying to fix."

   Mary bent over Bob's lap and peered at this amazing thing that had just
been inside her sister.  Instead of taking it into her mouth, she kissed
the tip and then looked up at Bob to see what his reaction was.  He was
smiling down at her so she kissed it again, this time letting her lips part
a little and rub two sides of the knob at the end of his cock.  She felt
something through her hand and squeezed his rod tighter, stopping
everything else.  She felt a faint thumping that was transmitted to her
hand through his skin.

   Her eyes got wide.  "I can feel your pulse!" she said, amazed.  Betty
reached over and moved Mary's grip up and down, showing her how to jack on
Bob's stalk.  She could tell it was getting a little firmer.  Now she
leaned over and opened her mouth, letting it drop over the knob.  Her first
sensation was not taste, but texture.  The knob was smooth and firm and it
felt ...  wonderful against her tongue.  Her lips closed around the shaft
and she gave a tentative suck.  As her cheeks caved in his cock seemed to
fill her mouth.  The skin was so soft and smooth that she knew immediately
that she'd do this again ...  often if he'd let her.  It was fun!  She was
so engrossed in experiencing the feel and taste that she didn't realize he
was almost fully hard until she felt something very firm in her hand.  She
pulled her drooling mouth off his cock and stared in awe at the long, hard
and wet thing she had created.  Now she could feel his pulse much more
easily.

   "What do I do now?" asked Mary, admiring the stiff cock she was
responsible for.

   "What do you want to do now?" asked her mother.

   "I want to feel it in me" said Mary "But I'm scared."

   "Why don't you make this bad slave lie down and you can be on top.  Then
you can decide how much to put in you." Betty felt flushed.  This whole
idea of letting her daughters get fucked was at once amazingly stimulating,
and just plain crazy.  But it was too late now.

   "Oh, I like that idea." said Mary.  She stood up and looked around. 
"Uncle ...  slave, I want you to lie down there, on the rug." she pointed.

   Bob got up.  His cock was hard, but he still felt the combination of
pain and loss of sensation that he felt after an ejaculation.  He knew
that, if he could get it in her, he'd be able to give her a good long ride
before there would be any urge to shoot again.  He lay down on the floor.
His cock flopped down and lay on his abdomen.

   Mary came and stood next to him.  She bent over and slid her witch's
panties down, stepping out of them.  For good measure she unhooked the bra
and let it fall too.  Now all she had on was the hat and the fake nose,
with the warts.  Bob wanted to laugh, but this was NOT the time.  over him.
She stepped one foot over him, putting her pussy above his cock.  She
looked as tall as a giantess and was half sexy and half horrifying.  The
combination of witch's nose and naked body was strangely erotic.  "Help me
slave" she said as she began squatting.  She put both her hands on his
chest and he reached down to make his cock stand up.  He moved it to meet
her pussy and then let go when she kept going down.

   Mary had never done this before, and she had no idea what to expect. 
She'd had a finger in her, and that didn't hurt.  She'd even had TWO
fingers in her and that felt even better.  But she knew, academically, that
there was pain involved in a virgin's first fuck.  She just didn't know
when, and how much pain there would be.  She was one turned on girl,
though, and the thought of actually having her uncle's cock in her pussy
had her over excited.

   As a result she sat down on that cock a little too quickly, and let it
go a little to deep.  Her feet were too far forward, and, about the time
her cherry was popping, she lost her balance and fell onto his prod.  The
tip of his penis went from being nestled against her still unbroken hymen,
to nosing into her cervix, in a little less than a second.

   "UhhhhhhhhhnnnnngooOOOOOOWWWWW" she gurgled and whined as she felt the
pain and pressure of being deflowered.  Her hymen was definitely intact,
and she felt it stretch and then tear.  "OHHHH IT HURTS UNCLE BOB!!!" Then
she fell and was full to overflowing with cock.  She couldn't rise up off
of it because her feet were in the wrong place.  She pushed with her hands,
but all that did was lean her back, which had the effect of making her
weight fall even harder on his cock.  Bob knew an emergency when he saw
one, and he batted her hands to the sides and pulled her down, mashing her
hard teen tits against his chest.  He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her
up and off his cock.  She let out such a groan of relief that he just held
her and kissed her hair.

   "Went a little too fast?" he whispered.

   She nodded her head furiously and sniffled.

   "Stings a little, huh?" he commented.

   Again she nodded furiously.

   "Sure felt good though." he sighed.  "You're so hot and tight.  You have
a real trick or treat pussy, one that's just the perfect pussy for
fucking." She raised her head at that.  Her eyes were teary, but she wasn't
actually crying.  "Really?" she sniffed.  "It sure didn't FEEL very
perfect."

   "That's just because you went too fast.  Here.  Scoot down and rub
around on my cock a little, and let it go in a LITTLE.  Just play and do
what feels good.." Bob got her to do that.  She liked rubbing her pussy
along his rigid cock.  She tensed up the first time the tip got caught in
her hole and bored in a little, but she stopped, and there was no pain.  So
she pushed a little more and the head popped in her.  Now her clit was
rubbing on the top of Bob's cock as she wiggled on him with the head of his
prick in her pussy.

   "Mmmmm that feels so good." she moaned.

   She spent ten minutes wiggling herself back down onto his cock, but at
the end of those ten minutes, she sat up, a very happy girl, very ready to
find out if this 'fucking' thing was as good as everybody said it was.  She
had both hands on his chest again, and she had brought her knees up so that
her shins were on the floor, her toes pointed.  She could now use her thigh
muscles to lift herself up, almost off of her uncle's stone hard prong. 
Her long brown hair hung down, tickling his chest as she just sat there.

   "You're in me" she said, staring into her uncle's eyes.

   "I've been in you for a while now." he said, smiling.

   "No, I mean for the first time, a man is inside me, and it doesn't hurt,
and I love it, and I want to have an orgasm this way."

   "I'll do my best" said Bob.

   She leaned forward and put both hands on his chest.  Her thigh muscles
corded as she used them to slide up his pole, and then she let herself
down. There was a slap of her skin hitting his.

   "Mmmmm that's nice." she said.  "I'm soooo full, but it's nice." She did
it again, and then twice more in rapid succession, before sitting on him
with all her weight again.  She smiled, and leaned forward again to hold
some of her weight with her hands.

   Then, without warning, her thighs corded again and relaxed, over and
over until she was bouncing.  Faster and faster she went until her hair was
flying in the air.  She was squealing now as she fucked him and the slap
slap of her buttocks hitting his things was rapid and regular as she used
his cock to reach deep inside her.  She was pounding herself on him, her
eyes wild.  Her face screwed up and she huffed, her fingers digging into
his chest and then she sat hard and rubbed backward and forward as she came
on his cock.

   Again the urge to fertilize this young girl came on Bob without warning.
He knew he should push her off, or yell, or do something, but he also knew
it wouldn't do any good.  So once again, Bob played trick or treat and let
himself hose out an unprotected virgin during her first fuck.  He may have
cum only an hour before, but he still came hard, powering his spunk into
her womb as she rode him through her own orgasm.

   Now she rocked slower and slower as her orgasm cooled.  Finally she was
still, leaning on his chest, just panting.  Her face came back down and she
licked her lips.  "That wasn't so bad." she said.  Then she smiled. 
"Fucking makes me hungry!" She stood up and, as she did so, the evidence
that Bob had cum in her began drooling out of her gaping pussy.  Long
strings of white cum drooped down and as she stopped, staring at it, the
strings broke off and plopped down onto his mat of pubic hair.

   Betty, her voice low and filled with emotion, said "You came in my OTHER
daughter?"

   Bob tried to sound remorseful.  "It just happened.  It was too late to
warn her.  Besides, it happened while she was in the middle of her very
first orgasm.  I didn't want to ruin it for her." he said.

   "You are the most worthless, low down, no good and probably the most
virile slave I have ever seen in my whole life." said Betty, with almost no
heat in her words.  "Now get up and go and get us something to eat." She
shook her head as he left.

   Bob hopped up and, prick flopping, ran around getting whatever each
woman wanted and hand feeding it to her.  All three of them talked about
him like he wasn't there, comparing notes on whether he was a "good fuck"
or a "medium fuck" or "just plain worthless" as Betty characterized him
initially.

   Betty complained.  "He's so impulsive.  He doesn't think about how what
he does affects other people."

   "I had a GOOD time!" said Alice smugly.

   "Oh I had a good time too ...  eventually." said Mary, making sure Bob
could hear her.  "I suppose I could give him a second chance."

   An hour passed in this pleasant pastime as the women ignored Bob, other
than telling him to do this, or feed them that.  Betty watched him, trying
to gauge when he had had enough.  When she thought he was getting tired of
the game she stood up.  She went to Bob and reached up, unclasping the
slave collar and taking it off.

   "I'd like to dance with my brother now." she said.

   They more cuddled than danced, and they spent a lot of time kissing,
regardless of whether the music was slow or fast.  It was during a ZZ Top
song that Bob's prick bloomed again.  That song brought back the memory of
the first time he had sneaked a peek at his half-sister's naked body while
she was drying off after a shower.  It had been one of his favorite
memories for years.  That song had been playing when he went to his room to
beat off, thinking about the naked girl in the other room.  Bob reached
down and stooped a little.  He grabbed his stiff prod and tried to dig the
tip between Betty's bald pussy lips.

   She kissed him again.  "Is it finally my turn for a treat?" she asked.
He nodded fast, like a little boy who wants it plainly understood that his
answer is "yes".  Betty turned to her daughters, who were relaxing on the
couch, both their pussies still full of warm sperm.

   "See girls?  The nice thing about a good man is that he'll get hard for
you several times a night." She took him by the hand.  "We're tired out
girls.  I think we'll just go to bed now.  Thank you for a wonderful
party."

   CHAPTER FIVE

   Their lovemaking was slow and tender this time, full of sweet feeling,
unhurried, and immensely satisfying.  Having cum twice, Bob didn't even
feel the urge to reach an orgasm, and just submerged himself in the smell
and feel of the beautiful woman whose pussy was clasping his cock like it
was the last one left in the world.  Her moans and sighs were music in his
ears.

   Her orgasm was sweet too, and it surrounded her body like warm water in
a Jacuzzi, gently pummeling her everywhere.  She felt her pussy tighten
around him and clenched her hands on his hips, opening her mouth to take in
great draughts of air.  When it was over she lay limp as he continued to
move over her, still thrusting with a slow, regular rhythm.  She looked up
at him to find him staring at her.  "I love you" he said softly, still
prodding her more or less gently.

   "Then cum in me and make sure." she whispered.

   "Of what?" he asked.  He had an idea of what she might mean, but didn't
know for sure.

   "Just to make sure." she said.  She wasn't ready to say it out loud yet.

   He actually had to work at it to get his well-used prick to spurt again,
but it wasn't too hard.  Now, in the throes of passion, she WAS ready to
say it.  Her whispers, inviting him to impregnate her, demanding that he
knock her up, pleading for her pussy to be bathed in sperm ...  those
exhortations pulled it from his balls, through his cock, and into her womb.
Then ...  they slept.

   ======================================================

   The next morning Bob woke up and was surprised to find that he felt
great and full of energy.  After the adventures of the night before he
expected to be tired and even a little sore, but he wasn't.

   He felt warm body next to him and opened his eyes to see Betty sleeping
peacefully beside him.  She was spread out on three quarters of the bed,
arms flung akimbo, lying on her back.  She still had smears of green body
paint on her face, arms and legs, but she looked so beautiful lying there,
her breasts rising and falling slowly as she slept.

   Her nipples were flat, at most mere bumps on the flesh of her breasts.
He followed the smooth contours of her skin, down over her flat stomach. 
He couldn't see her mound from where his head was lying, but he knew it
would be slick and moist with the sperm he had deposited there during the
night.  While his dick had been hard when they went to bed, it was too soon
after filling her daughters with his seed to do produce much to give her.

   Around three in the morning she awakened him by sucking him to a new
erection.  Again their lovemaking had been calm, gentle in a way that he
had rarely experienced before, with her whispering endearments in his ear
as he stroked her with what he was surprised to find was a cock as hard as
any he'd ever had.  Then, when she urged him to fill her pussy with his hot
love, he had groaned as his penis delivered streams of newly made sperm
into her depths.  Her response to feeling his spunk flushing into her was
to hold him tightly and thank him over and over until he quieted her with
kisses until they fell asleep again.

   Bob thought about what all that had happened meant.  Betty had told him
she was ripe, but welcomed him between her legs anyway ...  repeatedly. 
They both knew that what they were doing might have consequences the size
of a watermelon in her womb ...  but she had welcomed him anyway.

   It made him hard.  Even now he was hard, and he didn't think it was
because he had to piss.

   And the girls.  Both of THEM had welcomed his baby-making sperm into
their wombs as well.  While he knew some of that was because of curiosity
and just plain lust, he also knew that they could have asked him to protect
them from the thick stuff that was even now soaking into their bodies.  He
had the sudden urge to ensure that each of them had his baby in their
bellies before he had to go back and manage the farm.  That led to dreams
of a new house on his place, with a room for each woman and her baby, and
THAT led to somewhat less detailed dreams of three women, their faces
happy, as they nursed babies and demanded that he make new ones in them. 
Bob snorted.  Women didn't want to be barefoot and pregnant these days. 
But it was a nice fantasy.

   His snort woke up Betty.  She stretched and he again marveled at how
lovely she was.  "Good morning beautiful." he said.

   "What would a crusty old out-to-pasture nag like you know about
beautiful?" she asked sleepily.

   Bob stroked her breast and was delighted to see her nipple lengthen
almost immediately.  "I know stone fox gorgeous when I see it, that's
what." he said.

   She rolled toward him, smiling.  "You just want sex." she said. 
"Speaking of which, if I know my daughters, I'd better get some now,
because by noon you'll be comatose from serving their needs." Her hand
landed on his hip and searched.  "Oooooo I love it when a man's ready and I
am too!" she giggled.  "You're pretty amazing for an broken down old
geezer."

   "Be careful" he warned.  "I've put enough in you to knock you up seven
or nine times already.  If you don't want that pretty belly of yours to get
all swelled up you'd better skedaddle."

   Betty rolled over on top of him.  "Ten is a nice even number." she said.
She reached down between them and got him in her, sighing as he filled her.
"I do love feeling you in me." she said, thrusting on top of him.

   "I can think of a way you could have that feeling any time you wanted
it." he said.  "You aren't supposed to use sex to get what you want." she
panted, going for her orgasm, which was surprisingly close already.  "I
think your nasty old bent prick is poking clear inside my uterus" she
groaned.  "Pull my nipples Bobby, I love to cum when my nipples hurt a
little."

   Bob grabbed both and, hoping she was telling the truth, squeezed them a
lot harder than he'd want his own squeezed.

   "Ohhhhh fuuuuck" groaned Betty, her girl-next-door mouth sounding sexy
when she said bad words.  Bob pulled on her nipples, making her breasts
into cones with pointy tips.  Betty's sheath spasmed and she came all over
his cock.  "Ohhh FUCK!  I love you!" she whined.  She'd only been on him
three or four minutes, and both the shortness of her ride and the fact that
he had to piss kept him from cumming.  He was as rigid as an oak branch. 
Betty slowed down and sat up as he let go of her nipples.  She wiggled her
hips a little and looked down.  "Usually when I'm all done you're all done
too, and it's all soft and useless.  This feels really nice." she
commented, bouncing a little.

   A toilet flushed and they heard the shower come on.  Betty grimaced. 
"Somebody's up.  I'd better go fix breakfast if I don't want the kitchen to
be a mess." She gathered her legs under her and moaned as she slid her
slippery pussy up off his cock.  "I hate having to leave.  Promise me we'll
do this again later?"

   "Bob the plumber always says 'You gotta hole in your pipes ...  I can
plug it." said Bob, grinning as she slapped at him.

   "Crude old reprobate" she said as she threw on a robe and hurried out.

   Up to now Bob wouldn't have gone into the bathroom while the shower was
running.  But things were a lot less formal now, and he really had to piss
badly.  So, nude, with his cock sticking out in front of him, he opened the
door and walked into a cloud of steam.

   "Is that you Alice?" came Mary's voice from inside the foggy shower
stall.  "Close the door, you're letting out the heat!"

   Bob closed the door and sat down to piss.  He pushed his boner down
between his legs and tried to unclench his bladder.  It took a few seconds,
but finally he sighed as the pain vanished.  The shower curtain folded to
the side and he was spattered with warm water as Mary looked out.

   "Oh, it's you." she said.  "I thought that sounded like somebody male."
"Just an old reprobate trying to east a little pain." he said, finishing
up. His cock had softened while he went, but seeing the tip of Mary's wet
breast in the gap he felt it begin to come to life again.

   "I don't suppose you're all dirty and need a shower?" asked Mary coyly.
"As a matter of fact I do." Bob stood up and she pulled the shower curtain
all the way open so he could join her.  It was cramped in the extreme in
the small shower stall, and about all they could do was rub together and
kiss.  They did a lot of that, soapy hands exploring each other's bodies.

   "Now I'm all horny" said Mary, kissing him one more time.  "Let's get
out and dry off and go see if my bed's made.  You can help me make my bed
if it's not." Mary got out of the shower with Bob right behind her.  She
got a towel and covered her head with it, intending to wrap it around her
hair.

   Bob, seeing her beautiful back, and her hard butt cheeks, said "Let's
not".  He put one arm around her waist and the flat of his hand in between
her shoulder blades.  He pushed and pulled, bending her over.  Her hands
went to the counter to catch herself, leaving her head and face wrapped up
in the towel.

   "HEY" came the muffled exclamation from inside the towel.  "WHAT'S GOING
ON?" Bent over like she was, all Bob had to do was put one foot between
hers and kick gently to the right and she was spread for him, her pink
pussy lips glistening with drops of water.  Bob dropped down and stuck his
tongue out, licking those lips.

   Mary gave out a muffled, but satisfied sounding "Ooooo" and spread her
legs a little further, tilting her pelvis down.  Bob lapped at her sex for
a few minutes until he tasted the tangy taste of lubrication flowing.  Then
he stood up and aimed his cock at her from behind.

   "You know that cute little lamb of yours over at the 4H barn?" he asked.
"Uh huh" came the muffled reply.

   "One of these days a big old horny ram is going to come up behind her
and do THIS!" He shoved forward, sliding his long pole into her.  He
reached around and grabbed two handfuls of firm titties and started fucking
her fast and furiously.  Her whole body jiggled as he pounded her.  Her
head started rolling in circles and Bob realized she was trying to get the
towel off, but couldn't.  He pulled on her breasts, taking the weight off
her hands and they went to her head.  The towel came off and she looked
over her shoulder at him.  Her eyes were hot.

   "You're a dirty old man." she said.  Then she leaned forward, taking her
weight on her hands again and started thrusting her ass back at him.  Bob
stroked her and dropped one hand down to her pussy, where he found her clit
and massaged it as he slid in and out.

   "Ooooooo that's going to make me cum." she mewled.  "You better not cum
in me Uncle Bob.  You'll get your baby in me if you do."

   Bob pulled out with a pop.

   Mary's head came around, her eyes wide.  "I didn't mean ..."

   Bob whirled her around and lifted her up until her butt was perched on
the counter top beside the sink.  He got between her legs and notched his
cock in her again.  Holding her back to keep her from falling, he stood up
and his cock tip battered her cervix as she groaned at his prick going so
deep in her.  "Now if I cum in you my cock will fill up your womb.  You'll
have twins." he huffed into her neck.  She shuddered and at first he
thought she was frightened.  But then her pussy fluttered and started
clamping down on his cock and he knew she was cumming.  He pounded her hard
now, holding her tight so she didn't slide around on the counter top.

   "I ...  think I ...  changed ...  my ...  mind." she panted.  "Cum ...
in me ...  Uncle Bob."

   That was music to his ears and he stood up with her, pulling her off the
counter.  Now her whole weight was supported by his hands on her ass and
his cock jammed up inside her.  His cock swelled and his balls lurched.  He
delivered five healthy spurts of creamy spend deep inside her.

   "Ohhhh ...  I ...  feel it." she moaned, gasping for air, her arms
around her uncle's neck.  Her legs came up and wrapped around him too.

   Bob staggered to the door and opened it.  He wobbled out into the hall
and toward Mary and Alice's room.  When he got there he pushed the door
open and lumbered into the room, taking her to her bed.  He lay her down
and stepped back, pulling his spent cock out of her.  She flopped on her
bed, arms out flung.  Bob picked up her legs and put them up on the bed. 
Then he grabbed a pillow and, lifting her ass, slid the pillow under it.

   "What are you doing?" asked Alice behind him.  She had watched as her
uncle brought her sister in and arranged her on the bed.

   "She's trying to get pregnant, and keeping the hips elevated after sex
helps all the sperm flow toward the womb.

   "You guys had sex already this morning?" Alice asked incredulously. 
"That's NOT fair!"

   Bob looked over his shoulder.  "You'll get your turn, baby, don't you
worry about that.

   Alice kept up a string of complaints as Bob made little adjustments to
Mary's position, to ensure that none of his recently deposited sperm ran
out of her body.  He glanced over his shoulder and saw she was just as
naked as he was, sitting Indian style on the bed, her pink pussy exposed.
Then, when he was satisfied that the maximum damage was being done in
Mary's womb, he turned and stepped toward Alice.  He went to the edge of
the bed and she looked up at him impudently.  "I can't do anything for you
just yet." he said patiently.

   Alice looked at his cock, which had a shiny coating of fluid on it. 
Alice knew what that fluid was.  "Mom taught us how to solve that problem
last night." she said.

   Bob watched, a little startled, as she leaned forward and, just like her
mother, used two fingers to stuff his limp dick into her mouth.  And, just
like her mother, she sucked hard and pulled her lips back, sliding them
over his cock.  It felt fabulous.

   But it didn't result in another erection.  It took her a full five
minutes to figure out that it wasn't going to work the way she had seen it
work the night before.  She made her disapproval plain by calling his penis
several very naughty names.

   "I promise," said Bob, stroking her hair, "that the very next time it
gets hard you get your turn."

   "I'd better." she said darkly.

   It happened sooner than either of them thought it would.  After a
leisurely breakfast Bob and Betty sat over cups of coffee, talking about
things in general.  Betty stared into her cup and was quiet for a little
bit.

   "What's wrong?" asked Bob.

   "I was just thinking." she said glumly.  "I'm a terrible mother.  I let
you have sex with me and now I'm probably pregnant.  To top it off I let
you have sex with my girls and they could very well be pregnant, or will be
before you go back to Texas.  What are three pregnant women going to do?"

   "I've tried to tell you what to do about that a hundred times." he
chided gently.

   "I know, but it just doesn't seem right to come and sponge off of you
and invade your life and turn everything upside down.  You have a business
to run." she said.

   "Is THAT what your resistance to coming to Texas has been about all this
time?" he asked incredulously.  "Betts I didn't make that offer so you
could dump this life to live off of me like a parasite.  I made that offer
because I love you.  You know I don't just go around making babies in women
just for fun." He grinned.  "I mean it IS fun, and all, no mistake about
that, but I want a wife ...  and children ...  somebody to love me in my
old age and take care of me when I get too old to take care of myself."

   "I can't marry you!" said Betty sitting upright.  "I'm your sister!"

   "You're my HALF sister, as if that made any difference to me.  If you
came to Texas and we applied for a marriage license, nobody would be any
the wiser.  And if you think I'm going to just go back to Texas and leave
three pregnant women here to fend for themselves, you don't think much of
me."

   Betty was torn, to be honest.  She did love her half brother, and
nothing would have made her happier than living with him as husband and
wife.  But it seemed too strange.  "I have my job here." she said weakly.

   "And I need a farm administrator ...  someone to do payroll and accounts
payable and pay the bills and all that kind of thing." he said.  "I can't
pay you much ...  only about two or three times what you're making now." He
grinned again.

   "Do you mean it?" she asked, scared to death that it was a joke of some
kind.

   "Oh I mean it." he said solemnly.  "I've meant it for years.  I wish I'd
pried your legs apart years ago if it means you'll come and be my wife."

   Betty stared into her cup a few minutes longer while Bob sat patiently.

   She looked up and turned her head toward the kitchen door.  "GIRLS!" she
yelled.  There were nondescript voices from elsewhere in the house and she
yelled again, telling them to come to the kitchen.

   Alice was there first, of course, bouncy and perky and dressed only in a
T shirt.  "What Mom?  I'm getting dressed!" She immediately straddled her
uncle and reached her ruby lips up for a kiss.

   Mary came in dressed in jeans and a tank top that showed she was
obviously braless underneath it.  "What?" she asked plaintively.

   Betty hit them with both barrels.  "Your Uncle Bob has asked me to marry
him and move to Texas."

   There was a split second of silence and then the babbling voices of two
girls squealing their approval.

   Betty held up her hand for quiet.  "You have to think about this girls.
It means leaving everything behind here ...  your friends ...  your school
...  this place." Mary cocked her head.  "Where would we live?" she asked.
The girls had been to the farm and knew about the old rickety farm house.

   "I'd have to build a new house for us." said Bob.

   "Could my friends ever come visit?" asked Alice.  "Or could I come visit
them?"

   Betty didn't smile.  "Yes, as long as you don't mind them seeing you
pregnant."

   Mary didn't bat an eye.  "If we stay here they'll see us pregnant." she
said.

   Bob spoke up.  "I love you guys.  I want you to be my daughters most of
all.  Nobody has to get pregnant.  Nobody has to even do that any more."

   Alice had a little girl voice that was guaranteed to twang your heart
strings.  "You mean we can't do that any more?"

   Bob was suddenly unsure what to do.  "That's not what I said.  All I
said is that, if you don't want to have my baby nobody is going to force
you to."

   Mary stepped closer.  "But we can if we want, right?" She looked at her
mother.  Betty nodded.

   "Then I think you should marry him." said Mary firmly.

   "Me too!" yipped Alice.

   "Then I believe I just will." said Betty.  She leaned over for a kiss
and had to tussle with Alice to gain possession of his lips.  Betty won.

   Alice slid off her uncle's lap so her mother could climb on.  Betty
kissed Bob long and deep, but eventually stood up.  "I'd better get moving.
I have a lot of things to plan."

   Alice had been standing right beside them as they kissed and now she
pounced.  "It's MINE!" she squealed, pointing at the tent in Bob's boxers,
a result of the kiss with his wife-to-be.  Alice attacked the fly and
managed to pull his boner out.  Then, before anyone could say anything, she
hopped up onto his lap, facing him, and tried to wiggle her pussy down onto
his cock.  She was frustrated by the fact that she couldn't get his prick
to go into her body.

   Bob took charge.  He moved her back and sat her on his knees.

   "Uncle Bob, you promised!" she complained.

   "You need to be wet silly." he said.  Then he kissed her and slid his
hand into her crotch, rubbing her and fingerfucking her gently.  Then, when
he felt her juices bubbling out, he lifted her back up and onto his prick.
She gave a long groan of satisfaction as his prick bored up into her.

   Then she sat and kissed her uncle and wiggled, impaled on him.  She
wiggled through two orgasms, crying and moaning as her pussy clenched the
invading log.

   "If you keep doing that you're going to get a pussy full of cream." said
her uncle, kissing her again.  He pulled up her shirt and played with her
stiff nipples as she wiggled her way toward a third orgasm.

   "OK" she chirped.  "I don't mind."

   "You don't mind if I make a baby in you?" he asked.

   "As long as it's your baby I don't mind." she said.

   "But what about taking care of the baby?  And not being able to go out
on dates and stuff that other girls are doing?" he asked.

   "I love you and I'd love our baby.  And I don't need to go out on dates.
I can get all of this ..." she wiggled down onto his prick and squeezed her
pussy muscles "I want a home." she finished.  And besides, my baby's daddy
will be right there helping me."

   "True" he said.  He put his arms around her and picked her up, carrying
her impaled on his prod.

   "Oooo this is what you were doing with Mary this morning" she said,
still trying to wiggle.

   Bob made it to the living room and let her down on the couch, pulling
his cock out of her in the process.  Then, as she complained, he mounted
her again and rammed deep into her soaked box, beginning to fuck her with
hard fast strokes.  Her talk had gotten him hot, and this time he didn't
feel even a little bit bad about trying to fuck a baby in her as he felt
his balls jump and cough out thick wads of sperm into the teen's precious
belly.

   It took them almost a week to make the arrangements to move to Texas. 
The women decided they could put up with the old farmhouse until the new
house was designed and built.  One thing they demanded, though, was that
there be a bed big enough to hold them all at the same time.  That was to
be their "normal" bed, as the girls put it.  Then there was to be at least
one other bed in another room, for when someone wanted to sleep alone, or
have Bob to herself alone, whichever.

   Bob agreed.  He agreed to every demand.  He just wanted them living with
him.

   Still, he was glad to be behind the wheel of his Peterbilt as it loafed
along down the highway.  Betty and the girls were in their car up ahead of
him.  The car was packed, and so was his sleeper, full of their belongings.
The rest had been packed up and would be delivered in a week or so.

   He was enjoying being behind the wheel again.  In the week they had
taken to get ready to go there had been frequent stops to "relax" with Bob.
Relaxation invariably took place in bed, and Bob was worn out from all that
relaxation.  A couple of days of calm driving would give him a chance to
get his strength back.

   Two hours later they pulled into the same truck stop where Bob had
bought their Halloween outfits.  He went in to use the bathroom and came
back out to find Alice rooting around in the sleeper.  Her butt was facing
him, waving almost as she did things inside the sleeper.

   "Apple Ass!" he crowed.  "What's up baby girl?" he asked.

   She shot a frown over her shoulder at him.  "I'm not a baby.  I'm just
tense, and I'm trying to make enough room in the sleeper to relax.  You
look tense too.  Help me make room on the bed and we can BOTH relax."

   Bob just sighed.  It could be a long trip after all.


   
