Subject:     Easter Uncles
Story Codes: Mf FF F-solo oral incest uncle niece cousins
Diary Date:  April 4, 2010
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Easter is family time, when aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and cousins 
get together to celebrate the season and to just enjoy being together.  

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Family Relationships
   Chapter 2 – Teasing the Uncles
   Chapter 3 – Horny Cousins
   Chapter 4 – Uncle Paul
   Chapter 5 – The Ride Home


Chapter 1 – Family Relationships
================================

I suppose most people reading this have already read other stories on-
line about families that claim to be “open”, where everyone is sexually 
involved - even the youngsters.  Some of these people supposedly include 
their neighbors and friends, making the combinations and permutations 
almost endless.  Are any of these true?  Who knows.  In many cases I have 
to hope they are NOT as fantasy is one thing but to actually DO some of 
the things these people describe, especially with young children, is just 
not right.

When considering the pros and cons of incest, it’s good to keep in mind 
that incest is definitely NOT for everyone.  In fact, I feel incest has 
the potential for being “good” in only a very small percentage of family 
situations.  My fear is that in too many cases the potential benefits of 
incest are used to rationalize child abuse, something I abhor and am 100% 
against.  I also believe that incest is best when both parents are 
actively involved.  It’s not just the secrecy aspect but by having both 
parents involved the chances of something perverted happening are 
lessened.

Given my own experiences and views, you might think that I would approve 
of families where “everything goes” and I guess I would if I believed 
they actually existed in the way they claim.  If some of them actually do 
then I am glad for them.  Still, in most cases I can’t help but feel 
everything falls into place a little too easy without any of the pitfalls 
and traps that await such a potentially difficult family relationship.

I say “potentially difficult” not because I think incest is bad, but 
because society does approve of incest and as such it has to be kept 
secretive.  This can put considerable strain on a family, especially the 
younger children who may not fully understand the ramifications of what 
would happen if people found out what was going on behind closed doors.

Part of the reason I promote the idea of both parents being involved is 
based on my own experiences in seeing the consequences when they are not.  
In my family incest is not something that is practiced by everyone.  In 
fact, looking at my family tree you can see less than half my immediate 
family is involved.  My mom’s side is mostly into it but that only 
includes my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi.  My maternal grandfather died a 
long time ago and while my grandmother knows everything, she has never 
been involved herself.

My dad’s side is quite different.  Whereas my mother and her sister had 
in incestual relationship with their father starting when they were 
barely teens (he took both of their virginities), my dad’s side of the 
family was not into incest in any way until he married my mom.  Even then 
it wasn't until years had passed that anything happened there.  My dad’s 
younger brother (my Uncle Jim) didn't fuck me until I was twenty.

Once the line was crossed with my uncle, things accelerated from there.  
My cousin Rick (who was seventeen at the time) did me just a couple days 
after his dad had me for the first time.  My mom took advantage of the 
developing situation to be with her nephew.  That is where things stood 
for quite a while with the four of us being involved but nobody else on 
my dad’s side of the family knowing anything about it – especially my 
Aunt Sheri who would’ve probably shot her husband and son had she known 
what they were doing behind her back.  As I said, things would be easier 
if both of them had been involved but in real life, that isn’t always 
possible.

I also have two younger cousins that are the younger sisters of my cousin 
Rick.  Kate is the older one.  She is a clone of her mother and would 
never allow herself to be involved in anything like incest.  Tammy, the 
younger one, has always been the rebel in the family and when she caught 
me blowing her brother one day she insisted she be allowed to join in as 
well.  She was just thirteen at the time but all she did was suck his 
dick, despite his pleas to let him fuck her.  I got the impression it 
wasn't that she didn't want to have sex with her brother, it was just she 
didn't want him to be her first.  

As it turned out, Tammy’s first was my dad.  It was over a year after my 
uncle and cousin started fucking me and about eight months after she 
started sucking her brother’s dick.  She had turned fourteen in the 
meantime and it was mostly my doing that brought them together.  I’d 
always felt guilty that I had not given myself to my dad for my first 
time (although to be fair, I had no idea at the time he wanted such a 
thing).  Thus by arranging for him to take Tammy’s virginity when she was 
fourteen (the same age I was when my boyfriend took mine), it helped me 
to assuage a little of my guilt, although I doubt it will ever completely 
go away.

In a perfect world, Tammy would have done it with her dad first, as I 
think nobody is more suited to such as task as a girl’s father.  In this 
case I suppose that I was being selfish and looking to my own needs more 
than hers.  Still, I don't apologize for my actions although I suppose it 
wasn't quite right of me.  In any case, her dad got to do her the next 
day anyway so it wasn't like my dad was fucking her behind his back for 
any extended length of time.

Once Tammy had passed that milestone, it didn't take long for her to take 
advantage of her brother’s teenage horniness – and that of a number of 
his friends as well.  Still, keeping things secret from her sanctimonious 
mother and sister wasn't something I envied her.  Life would have been so 
much easier if we could have gotten together as families and just avoided 
all the melodrama and secrecy.  Then again, unlike the fantasy stories 
that’s life in the real world and you have to play the cards you’re 
dealt.

My dad also has an older brother who has two daughters.  Ginny and Laura 
are both older than me by several years and I’ve never really been all 
that close to them.  Actually, our family and theirs don't see nearly as 
much of each other as we do with my dad’s other brother as they lived on 
the other side of town.

Although I enjoyed teasing my Uncle Paul at family events, it was just 
innocent flirting and I never really expected anything to happen.  He and 
my dad weren’t nearly as close as my dad was with Uncle Jim due to the 
age difference between them.  My dad use to tell me all sorts of stories 
about the crazy things he did in high school with his younger brother, 
but never anything that included his older brother.  I knew my mother and 
Aunt Linda had fucked both my dad and Uncle Jim in high school, but so 
far as I knew Uncle Paul was never with them.

That changed a bit about a year ago when I learned that my Uncle Paul had 
been doing my mom for years without me or my dad knowing.  It was quite a 
difficult thing for me to accept.  Technically they weren’t cheating 
since it was incest (by marriage) and incest isn’t adultery.  Still, to 
not tell my dad about it just didn't seem right to me.  In any case, he 
WAS my uncle and as such he had a right to fuck me since I was his niece 
(plus he wouldn't be cheating on his wife) so I went along with it.  I 
did manage to get back at him a little a while later.  After that we 
hadn't done it again so I sort of figured that chapter was over, 
especially now with my mom having divorced my dad and so now she no 
longer doing it with my Uncle Paul..

So that explains my family situation heading into Easter, 2010.  We were 
going to be meeting at my Uncle Paul’s place on the north side if 
Pittsburgh, being his turn in the annual rotation.  I would be there with 
my dad as my mom still was out on the west coast somewhere.  Aunt Linda 
and Kristi were suppose to be there as well my Uncle Jim’s family.  My 
dad’s parents may or may not be there as it was quite a drive to get 
there from Grove City and they were not traveling as much as they use to.  
Odds were almost zero my other grandmother would attend as she lives way 
out in Illinois and doesn't drive hardly at all

My expectations for the day weren’t all that high so far as anything 
happening beyond a traditional Easter family meal and gathering.  As I 
mentioned, I hadn't been with my Uncle Paul in a while so I figured that 
wouldn't be going anywhere.  Tammy was focused on high school and the 
boys there, ignoring even her brother these days from what I’d heard.  My 
dad hadn't been with her in ages which isn’t surprising as it’s hard to 
find an excuse for an uncle to be alone for any length of time with his 
seventeen year-old slutty niece.  So far as I knew, she wasn’t even 
fucking her dad which didn't bother me in the least as he is pretty much 
an asshole in my book.  Speaking of Rick, he and I hadn't done it either 
in ages and with my mom out of the picture, that pretty much took care of 
anything there so far as I was concerned.

After the events of the past few months it wasn't like even me and my dad 
were doing it much so if you’re keeping score, there weren’t even that 
many options for something to happen even if it WAS possible.  I wasn't 
about to do my cousin Rick or Uncle Jim, at least not if I had anything 
to say about it.  Rick may have had the biggest dick in the family but 
that wasn't enough to overcome the same crappy attitude his father had 
about women and so I wanted nothing to do with him.

Knowing Tammy, she would probably flirt with my dad and Uncle Paul just 
because it was her nature to do so, but the odds were heavily against 
that going any further - although I was pretty sure my dad wouldn't turn 
down the opportunity.  I didn't even know if my Uncle Paul knew about 
Tammy’s “family” relationships but I sort of doubted that he did.  Even 
if he did, a house full of relatives is not the time to be fucking your 
youngest niece for the first time.

In the end, as I headed to my Uncle’s house after church with my Aunt 
Linda and Kristi, if anyone would’ve asked I would’ve told them there was 
no way I would be writing about what happened after we got there.  Well, 
you can’t blame me for assuming what should have been obvious to anyone, 
can you?

I guess it just goes to show you can’t assume anything, especially when 
it comes to family matters and the needs of horny men.


Chapter 2 – Teasing the Uncles
==============================

If there is one thing I learned quickly once I hit puberty, it was that I 
loved to tease men – and they loved me to tease them.  Every girl has 
that “aha” day in her life when she first realizes that a guy is looking 
at her “that” way and thinking about doing “those thing” to her.  Odds 
are such looks probably started sooner than she even realized given some 
of the creepy men out there, but to recognize the difference between a 
quick glance and leering look you have to understand that men WANT to 
look at you that way in the first place.

Once they realize the looks have started, different girls react in 
different ways.  Some are embarrassed and try to hide themselves.  It 
doesn't help when immature boys at school tease a girls who started 
maturing earlier than the others.  There always seems to be at least one 
girl who gets her boobs way ahead of the others.  My best friend Beth is 
a perfect example.  I swear she was in a C-cup before I legally qualified 
for a training bra.  Whether a girl is influenced more by the boys her 
age teasing her for her new boobs or the older boys appreciating them is 
something that will determine much of her teenage years and beyond.

My younger cousins Kate and Tammy are classic examples of the two 
extremes.  Kate, the older one by couple of years, did everything she 
could to hide her budding sexuality.  Her mother had her brainwashed so 
badly that all boys were perverts and wanted nothing more than to take 
advantage of young girls like her (not that she was 100% wrong).  Kate 
would wear clothes that hid her budding breasts and covered her legs as 
they gained shape.  Her swimsuits became even more conservative as she 
filled them out more.  Any boy that dared to get a little too fresh was 
called out and even turned to the teachers in if it happened at school.  
It’s not that Kate was ugly by any means – quite the opposite in fact.  
If anything, she was pretty hot but because of the way her mother raised 
her, she never took advantage of the gifts she had been blessed with – 
gifts many girls her age would have killed for..

Then there was Tammy.  Unlike her older sister, Tammy seemed to be hell-
bent on doing everything she could NOT to be like her sister, much to the 
chagrin of her mother who was constantly fighting with her.  Tammy 
absolutely refused to wear a training bra.  When her mother forced her to 
put one on, she would take it off as soon as she was away from home so 
she could show off her growing boobs with pride.  It didn't take her long 
to figure out that the boys’ interest in her grew exponentially with her 
budding breasts and curvy figure.  She seemed to have been born with an 
instinctive knowledge of how to turn such interest to her advantage.  In 
other words, Tammy was the perfect tease.

Indeed, girls like Tammy just seem to naturally know how to flirt without 
even trying.  Personally, I get turned off by the overly brazen sluts who 
flaunt themselves shamelessly, practically throwing themselves at guys.  
First off, it’s simply not necessary.  All a girl has to do is give even 
a hint that she interested or available and the guys will come to her all 
on their own.  To me, parading yourself about all the time unnecessarily 
it’s just a sign of insecurity and lack of self-confidence.  Sure it’s 
fun to go out sometimes and just flaunt yourself, but when it becomes 
part of your daily routine then something’s wrong.

At our family gatherings over the years, I found it interesting to watch 
Tammy as she grew up and learned more about the effect she had on men.  
At first when she was just a preteen, it was all so innocent and sweet.  
She was so naïve that she really didn't understand why sitting on her 
uncle’s lap and wiggling made him so happy - only that it did.  When she 
would lay on the floor with her legs apart, exposing her cute panties, 
she did it because she didn't know any better, not because she was trying 
to tease anyone.  At the time, her mom would just tell her to “act like a 
lady” and everyone considered it as an act of youthful innocence, not 
anything that might imply something more.

It wasn't until she was thirteen that the two of us started talking about 
boys in more detail.  I guess since her older sister wasn't helping out 
in that department, she looked to me for guidance.  Who else did she 
have?  Her mom would never have approved of the tips I gave her.  It was 
also interesting to start masturbating with her and see the lust and 
cravings develop within her as she matured.  

When Tammy got to be fourteen, it was no longer “cute” when she continued 
to do the same stunts she did when she was younger.  Now when she sat on 
her uncle’s lap, or flashed him her panties, her mom would swoop in and 
vigorously scold her, sometimes even taking her into another room to 
lecture her on the sins of what she was doing.  Needless to say, none of 
the guys in the family were complaining!  

Once my dad and her dad started fucking Tammy, it made the playful 
teasing all the more erotic, at least for me.  What made it even hotter 
for me was that most of the others in the room had no idea what she was 
doing with the two of them in private.  For that matter, they didn't know 
what I was doing either!

Thus over the years we had developed the teasing “tradition” where me and 
Tammy would playfully tease my uncles (along with Kristi whenever she was 
with us).  We teased all three brothers although not so naughtily when it 
came to Uncle Paul.  Back then Uncle Paul wasn't fucking any of us and so 
far as I knew, he wasn't aware that his brothers were either.  Still, it 
made feel slutty and naughty to see my aunt’s lips purse when she came in 
the room and caught her husband with his hand on my rear end.  She didn't 
say anything but I had no doubt she had a few things to tell him later!

As for my older cousin’s, their husbands were there as well but I never 
got into teasing them like I did my uncles.  Maybe it was because I just 
had this feeling that nothing would ever happen with them that made it 
less thrilling for me.  They were both very nice men and I doubt they, or 
my cousins, would agree that incest was not adultery, regardless of the 
biblical principles supporting it.  If anything, they seemed to avoid 
being in the room when the teasing started to get a little too far for 
them.  It’s not that we ever stripped or masturbated or anything over the 
top like that, but as we got older the panties became thongs and the bras 
tended to become either less in terms of coverage or nonexistent.  

With me being 25 and Tammy approaching her eighteenth birthday, the 
teasing tradition was starting to become more difficult.  It’s awful hard 
at our age to pretend like it’s just innocent fun and we are somehow too 
naïve to realize what we’re doing.  Besides, my relatives all had a 
pretty good idea of my reputation back when I was in high school - and 
what Tammy’s was now that she was nearing the end of her reign as class 
slut.  With my mom no longer there to bitch at, my aunts tended to keep 
their mouths shut but I could see by the nasty looks they would give me 
that didn't approve of me or ho I dressed or behaved.

As if I cared.

If there was one major difference this year from last to consider, it was 
that I’d been fucked by Uncle Paul since last Easter.  Now when he looked 
at me, it would no longer with the eyes of a man wondering what it would 
be like to have sex with me - , it would be a look that said he wanted 
more of what he’d already had!  Sure enough, when he greeted me as we 
walked in, I saw his eyes stripping away my Easter dress and for just a 
moment, that look appeared that most guys get when they want to fuck me.  
We hugged and his hand briefly touched my ass – not enough to catch 
anyone’s attention but mine.  He didn't say anything but hello but I had 
to wonder what I would do if later he told me he wanted to do it with me.  
Until I saw that look I wouldn't have thought he would have the nerve to 
do it with everyone here but now I found myself wondering...

Uncle Jim and his family arrived last.  I caught my dad eying Tammy as 
she walked in wearing the cutest little Easter sundress.  It was 
strapless and showed off some nice cleavage which made me wonder how 
she’d convinced her mother to let her wear it – or even buy it in the 
first place.  True, the hemline was lower than most of her dresses, so I 
guessed she must have compromised with her mother – less leg and more 
cleavage.  The peasant top did little to hide the fact she wasn't wearing 
a bra.

I noticed that my Uncle Paul seemed to take a special interest in Tammy 
as well, making me wonder what, if anything, he’d been told about her.  
Odds were nothing and he was just reacting as any heterosexual male would 
in his shoes under the circumstances.  Still, if his wife had even a clue 
as to what I knew he must have been thinking I doubt she would’ve let him 
hug her as tightly as he did.

Another pain of growing older is that it’s harder to get out of work at 
gatherings like this.  As a young girl, I may have been asked to set the 
table or such, but in general it was mostly up to me to just stay out the 
way, leaving me with plenty of time to have fun with other things.  
Nowadays I was expected to help in the kitchen which made little sense 
since my cooking skills aren’t exactly anything to brag about.  Kate, of 
course, was in there like the little dweeb she was.  Tammy and Kristi 
just ignored their mothers and headed for the living room where the guys 
were gathered to watch something on TV.

As a way out of the heavy-duty cooking, I volunteered to handle the 
snacks which had the added benefit that I had to deliver them as well.  
Trying to balance a tray of various snacks, I entered the living room to 
find Kristi and Tammy up to their old tricks.  To someone not familiar 
with the players, it may have appeared a little odd but it was certainly 
nothing obscene or even questionable for that matter.

Tammy had made herself at home on my dad’s lap as he laid back in the 
Lazy-Boy chair with the footrest up.  She had her feet hanging over the 
side with one arm around his neck and her back against the other armrest.  
Her cute little sundress was barely long enough to cover herself but it 
WAS just long enough so there wasn't anything anyone could make a federal 
case out of.  With her sitting back like that I had no doubt my dad had a 
nice view down the front of her dress should he choose to look down but 
if he was enjoying himself he wasn't being blatant about it.  He had one 
arm laying over the top of her legs and the other around her back with 
his hand on the armrest.  That sort of surprised me as I would have 
figured he would use the situation as an excuse to plant it firmly on her 
bottom but then that might have been a little over the top what with 
everyone else running in and out of the room.

Kristi was planted on the couch right next to Uncle Paul.  He was pressed 
against the arm of the couch on one side, leaving two thirds of the couch 
open so Kristi had curled up next to him with her legs tucked underneath, 
leaning up against him.  At least they each had their hands to 
themselves.  Uncle Paul had one arm on the armrest with the other behind 
Kristi lying on top of the couch’s back cushion, making it easier for her 
to rest her head against his shoulder.  

Now so far as I knew, the two of them had never had sex but when it comes 
to my relatives, especially my Uncle Paul, I had learned the hard way (as 
in a hard cock) that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.  Heck, 
he’d been doing my mom for years and I hadn't known it so it wouldn't be 
all that surprising to find out he was doing Kristi, and maybe her mom as 
well.

Poor Uncle Jim was sitting all alone, his eyes darting between his two 
brothers and their young nieces snuggled up with them.  No doubt he would 
have love to have me sitting on his lap about now but that wasn't about 
to happen.  The last time I’d let him fuck me was just so he would let 
Tammy be with my dad.  Well, Tammy was old enough now to make her own 
decisions about her sex partners so he couldn't hold that over my head 
any more.  He was such a jerk, not to mention his chip-off-the-old-block 
son.  It was their loss as neither would probably ever fuck me again if I 
had anything to say about it.  Family obligations or not, I had to draw 
the line at some point and when it came to the two of them, I finally had 
to make some tough decisions and now I intended to stand by them.

“Chips or pretzels Uncle Jim?” I asked cheerily, leaning over far enough 
to let him see down my dress.

It was a bit bad of me because I had no intention of going any further 
than that with him.  I just got a kick out of raising his blood pressure 
a little by showing him what he had before – but now would never have 
again.

What can I say?  As much as I knew deep down he wanted to say something 
to me that wasn't repeatable in mixed company, his male genes took 
control and his eyes drifted to my breasts, just as I knew they would.  
Men are so predictable!

“Watcha looking at Uncle Jim?” I said innocently, as if I had no idea his 
eyes were glued on my exposed breasts.

Knowing the others must be watching, he just shook his head and pushed me 
away, his eyes blazing at me as I knew he realized what I was doing to 
him.

Bill and Alan, my older cousins’ husbands, took a bowl each, trying their 
best to keep from staring at my boobs as I leaned over where they were 
sitting on the floor with some pillows around them.  Still, I noticed 
they each couldn't help but glance just a little bit.  Frankly, no matter 
what they thought of me or what their intentions may or may not be, it 
would’ve disappointed me greatly had they NOT looked even just a little.

Heading back to the kitchen, Aunt Linda asked me how the guys were doing.  
The others looked at me as I just smiled and said everyone was doing 
fine, just wanted more snacks and that if dinner wasn't ready soon they 
would be full from potato chips and pretzels.  No matter, I refilled my 
tray and headed back in to the family room.  This time it was my dad’s 
turn and as I leaned over to serve him I softly whispered to him, “I 
think she wants you daddy.”

Tammy was the only one besides my dad who even seemed to recognize that I 
had said anything at all and she just grinned.  I don't know whether she 
actually did or not but the effect it had on my dad certainly was 
noticeable.  He shifted around and I knew why – his dick was probably 
growing and he had to make room for it to expand in his underwear with 
Tammy’s weight pushing down on him.  

“Now behave yourself Kelly,” was all he said, in an equally soft voice.

I appeared to be shocked that he would even THINK of such a thing which 
only made him grin all the more.  He knew better than to believe that 
line of crap.

Next was Uncle Paul’s turn.  Kristi reached for a bowl of chips but in 
her position it was difficult to reach and she spilled a few on his lap.  
Before he could do anything she was picking them off his belly and 
crotch, not exactly trying to avoid anything in the process.  One chip 
was rather strategically placed right over his zipper and it was funny 
how much work it took for her to collect that one as she dig and pressed 
into his dress pants to retrieve it.

“You’re suppose to eat the CHIP, Kristi,” I teased her just a little.

My cousin just grinned at me and winked as she gave his cock one last 
push down with the palm of her hand as she pretended to lose her balance 
in getting back into position.

Back in the kitchen, I felt sort of left out of things having to be in 
here instead of in the living room having fun with the guys.  I had no 
interest in the idle gossip between my aunts and older cousins.  All I 
could think about was what I could be doing if I was in the living room, 
even if it meant having to sit by my Uncle Jim or my cousin Rick.  Of 
course teasing him wasn't the same as letting him fuck me so if anything, 
I thought it would be fun to tease and taunt him and in the end, give him 
nothing.

On my next trip I noticed that Tammy had disappeared.  I asked my dad 
where she had gone and he just shrugged.  It wasn't until I was within 
close earshot of him that mentioned something about her having to go to 
the restroom to “take care of something”.  I smiled at my dad as we both 
knew what that “something” was.  Oh to be seventeen and horny as a tom 
cat again.  It’s not like I’m not horny and such all the time.  Rather 
it’s that I’m eight years older than her and I’ve learned to deal with 
those urges over time, even if they still get the best of me now and 
then.  Obviously Tammy was still at the stage where her feelings and 
desires controlled her life.


Chapter 3 – Horny Cousins
=========================

I asked my dad where Tammy had gone and he mentioned something about the 
guest bathroom upstairs so off I went.  I knocked on the door and heard 
her call out that she would be out in a minute.  This time I called her 
name through the door and I was rewarded with a click as she unlocked the 
latch and let me in.  

One sniff and I didn't even have to see her flushed face to know what 
she’d been doing.  The room smelled like pussy and from the grin on her 
face I’d no doubt whose pussy I was sniffing.

“Couldn't wait until you got home?” I teased her.

“Give me a break Kelly,” she whined in response, “Besides, it’s your dad 
who’s REALLY horny today.  I thought his dick was going to burst right 
through his pants!”

“Well what do you expect?” I sighed as she sat back down on the toilet 
and lifted her dress back up.

Her panties were on the floor next to her so she had instant access to 
her pussy and wasted no time in getting back to it.  “I mean like, when 
was the last time you let him fuck you for goodness sakes?  It’s sorta 
cruel to tease him this way, you know?”

Tammy wasn't paying any attention to me.  She had a hairbrush in her 
hands – I didn't know if it was hers or one she’d taken from one of the 
drawers in the bathroom.  It had a nice smooth handle on it and she soon 
had it deep inside of her as she fucked herself with the hairbrush while 
she rubbed her hard clit.	

Anyone who can say that watching a high school girl masturbating with a 
hairbrush did NOT make them horny is either a liar or dead.  God she 
looked so cute her dress bunched up around her waist, her legs spread 
apart as she leaned back against the toilet tank and closed her eyes as 
she stroked the hairbrush in and out of herself with one hand while she 
rubbed her wet clit with the other.  If I had been a guy I am sure my 
dick would have been out and hard as a rock already.  As it was, my pussy 
was practically screaming for attention as I watched my little vixen of a 
cousin getting herself off without even so much as looking over to see 
how I might be reacting.

Suddenly my thong felt like it was strangling me and I just had to get it 
off.  Reaching under my dress, I quickly slipped it down to my ankles and 
then stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor next to the sink.  One 
touch was all it took to confirm how horny I’d become watching Tammy 
masturbate in front of me.  God she looked so hot.  I think what got me 
off the most was how self-absorbed she was.  She never once even glanced 
in my direction or acknowledged my presence in the slightest.  It was all 
about HER, all about pleasing herself.  Whether I watched or not seemed 
to be of no consequence.  It was the perfect picture of total narcissism 
on her part.

At first I was just thinking about leaning back against the sink and 
masturbating by myself, the two of us just doing ourselves.  Well, that 
just wasn't going to happen.  It had been ages since I had fooled around 
with Tammy and there was simply no way I could stay this close to her and 
just WATCH her.

I stepped in between her legs and kneeled down on the rug in front of the 
toilet.  The seat was down fortunately, making it a little easier for me 
as she was sitting on the very edge.  It wasn't until I put a hand on 
each of her knees to steady myself as I started to lean forward towards 
her crotch that she finally opened her eyes to look at me.

“Lick me Kelly... PLEASE lick me... I’m almost there,” she begged me 
breathlessly.

I have to say, hearing those words wasn't something I can say I have 
heard all that much, at least not in this sort of situation.  I suppose 
to me it was like a guy hearing a girl ask him to fuck her.  I was going 
to lick her pussy one way or the other, but to have her beg me to do it 
just made it all the better for me.

I took the brush from her hand and kept stroking it in and out of her 
tight little pussy.  As wet and swollen as she was, it slid easily in and 
out like it was lubricated with oil.  I could smell her pussy, savor the 
sweet aroma of her sex.  God she smelled so good!  It just made me want 
to taste her all the more.  

Tammy still was using her own finger to play with her clit as I used the 
hairbrush on her.  Her bald pussy was glistening with her wetness and her 
clit looked like it was so swollen it might explode.  Suddenly I was 
reminded of that first time so many years ago when I first licked her 
pussy.  So far as I knew, she didn't play around with girls all that much 
so I wondered briefly just how many other girls had the opportunity to do 
what I was about to do once again.  I was sure plenty of boys had tried 
their best to lick and kiss her but in the end, nothing beats the mouth 
of another girl on your pussy.

Pushing the hairbrush into her, I wondered how many dicks had been where 
that hairbrush was right now?  Tammy and I really had sort of drifted 
apart in the past couple of years and I didn't have a good idea of just 
how active she was.  Rumor was that she was quite the slut, although not 
anywhere in the league of where Kristi and I had been during our high 
school years.  I didn't blame Tammy as she had to deal with a mother who 
didn't support her the way our moms had back in our school days.  

My tongue was about to land on her when I felt a little reminder in me 
that this was the first time I’d had sex with anyone under eighteen in a 
long time.  It’s not like at seventeen I was exactly robbing the cradle.  
In fact, in Pennsylvania seventeen is the legal age of consent so far as 
sex went.  Even then, since it was incest it really didn't matter how old 
either of us were.  Even when she was fourteen and my dad fucked her it 
was OK since he was her uncle.  Now had she been a neighbor girl then 
THAT would have been a whole different ballgame.  First, regardless of 
her age it would have been adultery and that was bad enough right there.  
Thankfully if it’s incest it can’t be adultery, just as when it’s incest 
then there are no age restrictions since it’s family.  OK, so maybe the 
courts, churches and much of the public might disagree with me, but 
that’s based on emotions and culture, not fact.

Oh my god... she tasted incredible!  Sure it was much stronger and potent 
than when she was thirteen, but that’s only natural and if anything, I 
preferred it this way.  I LOVED the taste of pussy, especially my own, 
and Tammy’s was no exception, especially when she was as worked up and 
horny as she was now.

Tammy moved her fingers out of the way to let my lips and tongue get to 
work on her clit.  She was right in that she had been close to cumming as 
it seemed I was only licking her for less than a minute before she 
started to orgasm.  Tammy wasn't a squirter or a gusher, but she WAS a 
moaner and I had to shush her a couple of times to keep her from bringing 
up the whole house to see what was going on.

It would have certainly been easy to keep going for Round 2, or even 
switching places and let her return the favor, but I was quite conscious 
that people would start wondering what was going on with the two of us if 
we went missing for two long.  A few of them would likely have a pretty 
good idea and leave us alone but for the rest of them, it might make them 
curious enough to look for us to be sure everything was OK.

“Oh Kelly... I needed that soooooo bad,” Tammy sighed as for the first 
time she made eye contact – and kept it.

The lazy smile on her face and the way she would subconsciously lick her 
lips told me she was feeling pretty good about now.  Personally, I was a 
little jealous and cold have used a little more myself but we HAD to get 
going – and soon.

Reaching down for her thong, Tammy held it up to me with a grin.  “Think 
I should put this back on or just stay bare?”

God, she was getting to be more like her older cousin Kristi every day, I 
swear.  Then again, Kristi wouldn't have been wearing any in the first 
place and even if she had, she wouldn't have asked before stuffing them 
in her purse.

“You mother would have a heart attack of she caught you without them 
today and you know it,” I gently chastised her.

As if to make my point, I pulled my own thong back on again, reaching 
into the side with my hands to pull it out so it covered my pussy instead 
of bunching up between my pussy lips.  

“Ahhhhhh, you’re no fun anymore,” she groaned – but she put them on as 
she did.

I hesitated for just a moment.  God, was I really getting to be that old?  
She was right.  A few years ago I would have left my panties off, the 
heck with the consequences.  Now it was like I was becoming some old maid 
afraid to take any chances.  Damn, maybe I should leave them off just to 
show I wasn’t becoming a fuddy-dud.  Common sense gained control once 
again and we left the bathroom with our thongs firmly in place.  


Chapter 4 – Uncle Paul
======================

“Something wrong?”

Just as I walked out into the hallway, I heard a voice behind me.  I 
instantly recognized it as my Uncle Paul’s and when I turned, sure enough 
he was standing there.  He looked at the two of us with a leer and I had 
a pretty good idea that he wasn't going to buy any story about us 
adjusting our makeup.  Well, why not just go for it then?  I may be 
wearing panties but that didn’t mean I was a complete failure.

“It’s OK, we were just masturbating.”

Tammy looked at me with her eyes wide, undoubtedly not believing she had 
heard what she had just heard.

“Kelly!” she exclaimed softly, nudging me as if to remind me that it 
wasn't one of our dad’s I was talking to.  Then again, Kristi didn't know 
the history between me and our Uncle Paul.

“Well, you could have just asked and you could have had the real thing,” 
my uncle came back, not letting my bluntness scare him off.

“Uncle Paul!” Tammy burst out, unable to contain herself.

“It’s OK Tammy,” I said, trying to calm her down, “Uncle Paul and I have 
done it before.”

“And your cousin was one sweet piece of ass, I might add,” he added, “I 
hear you’re quite the little slut as well.”

Tammy seemed uncertain whether she should smile or appear shocked.

“Well, dinner is ready so I was sent on a search mission to find the two 
of you,” he explained.  Then he leered at us again saying, “Too bad we 
didn't have a few more minutes... I could have helped you both with your 
problems.”

I was about to say something like “in your dreams” when Tammy showed her 
true colors.

“Kelly, why don't you go down and tell them me and Uncle Paul will be 
right down.”

I looked at her like I was seeing someone I’d never seen before.  Maybe 
I’d underestimated her “slut factor” just a little bit – maybe a whole 
LOT of bit.  I could see it in her eyes as she locked in on her uncle’s 
crotch like a laser guided missile.  She had the look of a cat as it was 
hunting a mouse and about ready to pounce.  Talk about a picture being 
worth a thousand words, it would take more than that to describe the 
animal like lust on display all over her face.  It was just the way she 
carried herself, her posture, the way she held her arms and hands.  Damn, 
she wanted to be fucked and I hoped Uncle Paul was ready for what he’s 
unleashed.

“You sure?” I asked her but she wasn't listening to me.

“Just go,” she said to me, pushing me aside as she moved in closer to our 
uncle.  I wasn't sure who wanted it more – him or her.  Well, I KNEW he 
wanted her but what man his age wouldn't?  It was the way she seemed 
drawn to him, like steel to a strong magnet, that fascinated me.  Maybe I 
should have made her cum again before we left the bathroom.  It was like 
all I had done was light the fuse and now she was about to explode.

I turned and went down the stairs to the first floor where everyone was 
moving in towards the dining room.  I could see from the looks I to that 
they were all wondering where my uncle and cousin were.  There were two 
distinctive sets of eyes though.  One was wondering where the two of them 
were with genuine concern, the other was obviously wondering what 
shenanigans were taking place.  

I took a seat next to my dad.  I was suddenly aware that I had not washed 
up before leaving the bathroom.  I guess I was too caught up with 
everything to think about it.  My dad certainly noticed but I couldn't 
tell if anyone else did.

“They aren’t...” my dad started to whisper to me.

“Yep, they are,” I whispered just as quietly back.

“Unbelievable,” was all he could say back but the look on his face told a 
different story.  I would have bet my next paycheck (little that it would 
be) that he was wishing he had been the one to go off looking for us when 
dinner was declared ready to serve!

It must have been ten minutes later and still no Uncle Paul or Tammy.  
Her mother and my other aunt were both visibly curious – turning more 
into concern as the minutes went by along with the food.  Suddenly the 
two of the appeared in the entrance to the dining room, my uncle 
apologizing to everyone for being late.  He went on about Tammy dropping 
an earring down the sink or something like that.  My aunt asked why it 
couldn't wait until after dinner and he said that Tammy needed it right 
away.  I thought my dad was going to choke on his food at that one!

Tammy sat across from me and for a brief moment our eyes met and she 
grinned at me.  The little slut!  I couldn’t wait for dinner to get 
finished so I could ask her what happened.  Did she just suck him or did 
her fuck her – or both?  Ten minutes wasn't very long but still, you 
could do a lot in that amount of time if you rushed it.  I saw Kristi 
down at the end between her mom and one of my older cousins.  She 
obviously had deduced what was going on and I could see she was also 
practically bursting with curiosity.

Nobody seemed to want to comment on the flushness in Tammy’s face.  I 
guess either they assumed it was due to the concern over her “lost 
earring” or they knew why she was all red and knew better than to say 
anything.  Still, I caught her squirming now and then and I had a feeling 
her pussy must have been practically screaming still.

Dinner lasted almost an hour with everyone talking and taking their time.  
By the end, everyone seemed to have forgotten all about the Uncle Paul – 
Tammy drama at the start and went off to their appointed locations.  The 
guys went to the living room to watch TV – and likely fall asleep while 
the women took on the menial task of clearing the table and doing the 
dishes – NOT my favorite activities by a long shot.  

“Well?” I said softly to Tammy as we gathered silver ware together.

“Well what?” she said, acting like she had no idea what I was talking 
about.  What a tease!

“You know perfectly what,” I hissed back at her, jabbing her with my 
elbow.

“Ohhhhhh, you mean THAT!” she giggled, “What do you want to know?”

Kristi came up to us about that time and quickly caught on to the 
conversation.  I could see she was just as curious as I was as to what 
Tammy and Uncle Paul had been doing.  

Just then her mom walked in and told us to get going so we didn't take 
all day cleaning up.  That sort of ended the conversation until a while 
later when we managed to sneak off to a corner again.  

“So spill it kid,” Kristi said with a grin, poking her between the boobs 
with her finger.

“No big deal really,” Tammy said offhandedly, “I mean he just fucked me 
quick and that was about it.”

Yeah, and the Titanic was just a little bump into an iceberg.  Neither 
Kristi or I was buying it.

“Well, you’ve fucked him before so what’s there to say?” she said, 
raising her hands like she didn't know what more to tell us.

“No we haven’t,” Kristi came back, “Sounds like you’re the first he’s 
done.”  Then she looked at me and caught my eyes and her he mouth hung 
open in surprise.  “Damn Kelly, you mean he’s fucked you and you never 
told me?”

I held up two fingers and she rolled her eyes saying, “Twice?  Damn, when 
was all this going on... and why didn't you tell me about it?”

This wasn't the time or place for this sort of conversation so I tried to 
direct attention back to Tammy.  Out of the dark I sprang a question on 
her.

“So where’s your thong?”

It was a bluff on my part and had she been ready for it I’m sure she 
would have said they were on her and let it go at that.  But I’d caught 
her off-guard and before she could recover her expression told me 
everything.

“So does HE have them?” I grilled her.

Tammy just nodded, biting her lower lip a little before she grinned yet 
again.  She certainly seemed proud of herself, that much was for sure.

“Damn, so now I’m the only one of us he hasn’t fucked then?” Kristi 
whined.  As usual with her, it was all about her.  The heck that her 
oldest uncle had just screwed his youngest niece, all Kristi was 
concerned about was that he hadn't drilled her pussy yet.  She wasn't use 
to being the bench player and being left out like this seemed to really 
gall her.

The way her eyes were narrowing and the furrows on her forehead, I could 
see her little blond mind starting to work overtime and I had a bad 
feeling I knew what she was plotting.  It was time to nip this one in the 
bud before our luck for the day wore out.  It was lucky enough that Tammy 
and I were able to masturbate together without raising suspicion, it was 
lucky that nobody but my dad notice I smelled like pussy when I sat down 
at the table, and it was REALLY lucky that my uncle Paul fucked Tammy so 
quickly without getting caught.  So with all this luck in one day, why 
push it just to salvage Kristi’s fragile ego?

“Down girl,” I commanded, trying to smile to disarm my comments somewhat, 
“Don't you dare think of doing anything more for today.”

“Why not?  Who’s going to notice?” she came back.

“Didn't you see the way Aunt Sheri looked at Tammy an Uncle Paul when 
they came back downstairs.  I think she might be wondering if something 
was going on more than they said.  We need to be careful my horny 
cousin.”

Kristi looked ruefully at me and then glanced back at the living room 
where we could hear the guys watching TV.  I knew what she wanted but it 
wasn't like she didn't get laid enough or anything as it was.  She could 
wait for another day and a better opportunity.  

Truth be known, they weren’t the only ones with such thoughts.  All I 
could think about was how stupid I had been for leaving them alone 
upstairs instead of staying with them and joining in.  Even if he hadn't 
fucked me, seeing my uncle fuck Tammy would be almost as hot as watching 
my dad fuck her – something I hadn't witnessed in like forever it seemed.

“Watcha guys talkin’ about?” Kate said, suddenly appearing next to Tammy.  
For a moment I panicked, thinking she might have overheard parts of our 
conversation that have been better now heard by her.  Obviously she 
hadn't or I am sure she would have gone running off to their mother.

I would have loved to have said something like, “Oh, nothing much, just 
about Tammy getting fucked by Uncle Paul before dinner.” Oh yeah, now 
THAT would have been delicious, at least for about two minutes which is 
all the time it would have taken for her to go screaming to their mom.

That pretty much ended THAT conversation.  As much as I would have loved 
to have had a shot at Uncle Paul myself, just for pride if nothing else, 
the opportunity never arose and soon it was time for everyone to go home.  


Chapter 5 - The Ride Home
=========================

“Mom!  Did you know Uncle Paul fucked Tammy right before dinner today?”

We hadn't even pulled out of the driveway before Kristi was leaning over 
the front seat to blast her mother with the news.  She and I were in the 
backseat while her mother drove.

“Can’t say the thought hadn't crossed my mind,” she called back as she 
backed into the street and put the car in drive to head home.  “Seemed 
pretty obvious to me that SOMETHING was going on between those two and 
knowing Tammy that doesn't surprise me in the least.”

“Well... then did you know he has fucked Kelly not once but TWO times?”

Now THAT seemed to get her attention and I saw Aunt Linda’s neck crane up 
as she looked in the rear view mirror at me.

“Is that true Kelly?”

“It was a while ago,” I said rather lamely.  The truth be known, while I 
had fantasized about fucking Uncle Paul again this afternoon, it was more 
the heat of the moment than anything as since the last time he had done 
me I had pretty much decided it would indeed be the LAST time.  It was a 
rather complicated situation, more than I cared to get into right now.

“Well, he’s your uncle so I guess it doesn't matter anyway,” Aunt Linda 
went on.  “So what’s this about Tammy?”

Kristi looked at me as she hadn't heard the entire story herself yet.  I 
shrugged and went on to explain about how we started masturbating and how 
that led to meeting Uncle Paul in the hallway and how I had left them 
alone to do whatever.  

“Hmmmmmm, so you don't actually know for sure that he DID fuck her, do 
you?”

THAT made me think for a moment, like I was a witness on this stand that 
had just been presented with evidence that countered my testimony.  She 
was right.  I didn't really know for sure that anything had happened at 
all.  Maybe they were just both trying to make it sound like something 
had happened.  Then again, HE had never told me that he fucked her, it 
was just her word.  What if she was just trying to show off for her older 
cousin?

“Well... she was REALLY horny and he had that look too.  I think they did 
it,” I decided finally.

“So is Uncle Paula good fuck?” Kristi was already bored with the subject 
as it looked like there weren’t going to be any juicy tidbits to share so 
she changed the topic back to something she was interested in.

I shrugged and frowned slightly.  “He’s OK I guess, nothing to write home 
about.”

“So how did it happen with you two?  Why didn't you tell me about it?” 
Kristi asked.

I gave her a quick rundown, including how he had been fucking my mom for 
years before that.  Again, THAT seemed to draw my aunt’s attention yet 
again.  “He was fucking Mary?” my aunt asked back over her shoulder.  
“Are you sure about that?  I know she would have told me if she had been 
doing him and she never even hinted at any sort of thing like that.”

I assured her that my mom had confirmed his story which just made my aunt 
seem a little distressed.  Meanwhile, Kristi was doing what Kristi did 
best – play with herself for the truckers to se.  Damn, she had the 
attention span of one of my six grade boys!  Just then a big truck honked 
next to us, startling my aunt.

“Damn it Kristi, if you’re going to expose yourself to truckers you could 
at least warn me so I don't run off the road when they honk!”

I wasn’t really all that interested in putting on a show for the highway 
community at the moment, but I WAS still horny as hell.  After all, I 
hadn't gotten to cum when Tammy masturbated and then she was the one who 
got laid afterwards.  Talk about unrequited lust!  Now seeing Kristi 
stripping and exposing herself to anyone who would look, those feelings I 
was having watching Tammy earlier were coming back – and in spades.

By now we were crossing the bridges and gong through the tunnel to get 
home so it wouldn't be much longer before we were home.  I guess I could 
have waited ten more minutes but why bother?

It had been a better Easter than I had expected, that was for sure.  Now 
if I could just get myself off before we got home...

THE END