Subject: Easter Uncles
Story Codes: MF incest father daughter uncle niece
Diary Date: April 24, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Another Easter and another family day together. We'd been gathering for
as long as I remember, and undoubtedly long before that. Just as the
traditions included ham for dinner and Easter baskets for everyone, so
did the annual rite of passage for the younger cousins to tease their
uncles. I may be engaged but that doesn't mean I still can't flirt with
the best of them! If anything, nowadays it was even more fun as the
flirting would go on just a little bit too far.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Sunday Morning Tradition
Chapter 2 – Picking Up Steve
Chapter 3 – Nieces and Uncles
Chapter 4 – Uncle Jim Fixes Steve’s Truck
Chapter 5 – Uncle Paul Gets His Turn
Chapter 1 – Sunday Morning Tradition
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What more can I say - I had a nice Easter. No... make that a GREAT
Easter!
To start the day, I stopped by my dad's place on the way to church just
as I try to do every Sunday morning. One of the things my parents always
stressed to me when I was growing up was to also seek out opportunities
to create family traditions that would bring us together more as a
family.
For example, when I was in high school one of our "traditions" was to
have my dad stop by my room each morning on the way to work. Usually I
was still asleep or just waking up. It typically only lasted for a few
minutes but one way or another he would get to cum before he went to
work. Sometimes I would be extra tired and not even realize he'd stopped
by, waking up to the feel of his cum on my face or boobs. He even tried
fucking me a few times when I was asleep but almost every time I would
wake up just as soon as his cock started pressing into me... almost every
time, LOL. I will say that he never was able to finish before I would
wake up but I have to admit there's something very erotic about waking up
with the feel of a dick already in your pussy!
Unfortunately that tradition faded away after I went to college although
we would still try to do it whenever I was home on breaks. Now that I
live with my cousin it is just one of those pleasant memories. In its
place we started something new - having sex just before church.
Typically I stop by his house and he quickly fucks me just in time for us
to make it to the service. The idea is to do it as close to the start of
church as possible without being TOO late. Sometimes we are a few
minutes late but that's almost better as I love seeing people turn to
look to see us come in, not having a clue why we are late or that my
dad's fresh cum was threatening to leak out of me at any moment! I love
sitting down in church, recalling the feel of him in me mere minutes
before, wishing I could give myself to him again right there in the pews.
So anyway, THAT was how my Easter morning started. I was wearing my new
Easter dress. It was more traditional, nothing all that overtly sexy but
I knew my dad would like it for two reasons - the hem was really short
and it showed plenty of cleavage. It didn't actually SHOW anything that
would have been inappropriate for church, but it SUGGESTED that all I had
to do was lean over a little bit or cross my legs just right and then it
MIGHT show something that would cause a scandal.
I find that sometimes it's the outfits that do NOT show everything but
rather HINT at what is underneath that draw the most looks. In this case
it was just a simple white dress with a yellow tie around the waist. It
had shoulder straps but they were so narrow that it was almost like being
strapless. They were needed, however, in order to keep even my modest my
boobs from popping out over the top of the dress. There was no way
anyone could have worn a bra under it, even had I wanted to. I DID wear
panties though; plain white, as the dress tended to be a bit sheer
whenever there was sunlight or other bright light behind it. Also, it
was right on the borderline of being too short NOT to wear panties, at
least in public. It’s one thing to make people wonder if you’re wearing
them, quite another to confirm it.
It was just fifteen minutes before the start of church when I showed up
at my dad's and my Aunt Linda opened the door. She hadn't seen my new
dress and I twirled to model it, letting the skirt fly up to show my
panties, drawing a playful frown from her but she was just teasing.
There's a time and place for everything and there ARE lines not to be
crossed, at least in church.
I asked where my dad was and she rolled her eyes, gesturing upstairs with
a "What can I say?" expression, telling me without a word that he was
running late as usual. Just then I heard him coming down the stairs and
then he was besides us.
"Nice dress sweetheart," he said with his eyes fixed directly on my
cleavage.
LOL, do I know my dad or what?
"Does it show off my breasts enough for you?" I asked teasingly, clasping
my hands behind my back to push out my boobs even tighter against the
dress material.
"Hmmmmmm, you COULD just take it off and make me a happy man," he
answered, only half teasing this time.
Another time and place maybe I would’ve done just that but we now had
less than fifteen minutes before the service started and it was a five
minute drive. "Oh daddy," I said, pretending to be embarrassed by his
boldness. Even though I was 26 now, he still loved it whenever I would
act like little girl for him. I also got a kick out when he would refer
to me as his “little girl”.
"Hey, we're running really late and the church is going to be packed," my
aunt cut in, "Are you gonna fuck her John or what?"
Yeah, like there was ever any doubt about THAT! LOL I grinned at my
aunt as I knew she was just teasing. Then I turned my back to my dad and
pulled my dress up to my waist. As my dad was undoing his pants, my aunt
reached under my dress and pulled my panties down to my ankles, muttering
something about what a pain they were and why was I fooling with them
anyway. She stepped back as my dad got in behind me and pushed on my
back so I would lean over for him. Grabbing the stair rail, I stepped
back and leaned over so my bare ass lifted up and gave my dad and aunt a
perfect view of my butt and pussy.
"Damn, I NEVER get tired of seeing your tight ass baby," my dad whispered
huskily as he moved in behind me and started to press his dick against
me.
When he had it in position, he grabbed my hips with his hands and pushed
himself into me, not stopping until he was buried all the way in me.
"Ohhhhhh daddyyyyyyyy," I sighed as my pussy reacted to the intrusion,
making me shiver from head to toe as his dick filled me.
"Oh Kelly, I love you so much," he groaned as he started to stroke
himself in and out of me.
It was a good thing I had a grip on the rail with both hands as he was
pounding me pretty hard and fast. I understood as we didn't have much
time so he needed to get off as quickly as possible. Mmmmmmm, I loved
the way he gripped me with his powerful hands as he fucked me from
behind. God, I wished we could do this right in front of the entire
church! Then everyone could see how much my dad loved me and what a
beautiful thing we shared. I hate it when people write me and say how my
dad is just taking advantage of me when we have sex. If only they could
see us now! This wasn't just some horny older man fucking a girl twenty
years younger than him.
Well, there WAS a little of that but you know what I mean. Most fathers
would never take their daughter like this, never give her something that
only he can give her - her father's lust and desire. I knew he loved
fucking me and there was nothing I wanted more right then but to please
my dad in any way I could. "Oh baby... I'm cumming!" he gasped as if I
couldn't tell for myself from the way he was suddenly burying himself to
the hilt in me, pulling me into his crotch as tightly as he could.
I felt him convulse behind me and then there was that faint warm feeling
deep inside of me as his incestuous sperm flooded my pussy. Oh yeah, my
father was mating me yet again! I closed my eyes and focused everything
on my pussy and the feel of my father's dick as it pumped load after load
into me. How many times had he cum in me since that first time over ten
years ago? How much sperm had he left in me? It had to be in the
gallons by now!
"Of fuck, that felt so damn good," he panted after he'd had finished,
pulling himself out of me.
As I felt his still fat dick slip out of me it left my pussy with that
odd empty feeling I get whenever a guy takes his dick out of me after
cumming inside of me. It was like when he was in me I was complete, my
empty pussy finally filled with the thing it wanted most. Then suddenly
it’s gone, like something has been taken from me, leaving me incomplete
once again.
"Let's go people!" my aunt urged us, a smile on her face that disarmed
anything about her comment that implied she might actually be in a hurry.
I pulled up my panties, tugging on the sides to pull it up tight against
my crotch. I knew I should have gone to the bathroom and cleaned myself
off but nobody would be seeing the inevitable wetness that would be soon
seeping into it. My dad was tucking his rapidly dwindling dick into his
underwear, zipping his pants and buckling his belt once again.
When we were done I turned to him and he pulled me into his arms and
kissed me, his hand reaching down, pulling up my dress and then grabbing
my ass over my panties as he did. Our tongues touched and I wiggled my
butt naughtily against his hands as he squeezed me. Mmmmmmm, I love to
have my butt played with like that.
"OK you two, you'd better quit or we may as well not go and it IS Easter
you know," my aunt interrupted, more serious this time.
Well, she was right about THAT and so reluctantly we split apart and
headed for church. I drove separately as I was going to Steve's house
right after church to pick him up and bring him with me to our Easter
family gathering. I would’ve preferred him to attend church with me but
after working the night shift I figured it better he get some sleep and
miss church rather than fall asleep at my aunt and uncle's house. NOT
the way to make a good first impression!
Being it was Easter the church parking lot was packed so I had to find a
place to park on my own and then meet my dad and aunt at the door to the
church. My pussy was itching so bad - not from anything bad but I
because was SO horny. I could feel a wetness between my legs as my dad's
cum soaked my panties and I had to make a conscious effort not to reach
between my thighs and rub myself. For a moment I grinned as I recalled
how when I was little and just learning to masturbate. Sometime I would
start to touch myself in public without really thinking about it, not
thinking about anything but that crazy itch between my legs.
My grin widened as I remembered how my mom would freak out and then we
when we got home we would have yet another "talk" about how to behave in
public.
"So what's so funny?" my dad asked as I approached them.
"Oh nothing...," I replied, my eyes flashing so he knew it WAS about
something to do with sex but he just wasn't sure what it was.
The pews were packed tight with the Easter crowd so I squeezed in next to
my dad on his right while my aunt took her place on his left. Next to me
was a woman I hadn't seen before but with a crowd this size, I didn't
recognize half the people there anyway. Between her and her husband were
their two kids, two boys that looked to be maybe twelve and sixteen or
something like that. I gave her a friendly hello and sat down, crossing
my legs which caused my skirt to ride up high on my thighs, but not so
high that it revealed anything TOO much. I saw her eyes drift to my legs
and then she looked away quickly, her eyes widening just a bit.
It was all I could do not to laugh as I wondered what she would have said
had I whispered in her ear that my dad had just fucked me less than ten
minutes before. Hmmmmmm, maybe she would have needed to leave the
service for a little bit with one of her loving sons in tow - or both!
Of course the odds were highly against it but a girl can dream, cant she?
I have to admit my mind wasn't on the service. I couldn't wait get to
Steve's house where I knew he would never resist fucking me before we
left for my relatives. I'd like to say that like the church crowd, most
of my relatives would never suspect that I was walking in with Steve's
cum fresh in me, just as my dad's was when I walked into church. But
then, there were a few guys there that would know better - from personal
experience, not to mention a few women who would undoubtedly strongly
suspect that was the case. Oh well, why disappoint them?
With all these thoughts running in my head, could anyone have blamed me
if I had started masturbating right there in the middle of the service?
Believe me, I actually thought about it for a quick moment, even if it
was just rubbing my legs together but it was so packed and tight that
somebody would have noticed - most likely the mom next to me. That's one
way we girls have the advantage over you guys - we can be as horny as we
want and nobody knows but guys have that wonderful thing between their
legs that betrays them every time.
So anyway, after the service I said goodbye to my dad, although we knew
we would be seeing each other again an hour or so later. I drove off to
Steve's with one difference - my panties were on the seat next to me and
my hand was between my legs as I drove. OMG, I was so damn horny after
thinking all service about nothing but my fiancé’s hard dick in me... and
now I was just minutes away from finally having it.
Chapter 2 - Picking Up Steve
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It took about a half hour to negotiate the traffic and roads and get to
Steve’s place. Actually this was one thing we hadn’t worked out yet -
where we would live after we got married. For the time being I was still
living with my cousin while Steve was staying with his mother. There
were couple of reasons why we didn’t live together yet. First, neither
of us was making much money so it helped not having to pay rent for the
time being. More importantly, it would have meant a nasty drive for one
of us as he worked on the north side of the city while I worked on the
south side. In between were a maze of tunnels and bridges that
confounded traffic every day. Somehow or another we would have to work
something out but for the time being we just dealt with it as it was.
Eventually I made it, working my way up the narrow street to where the
small house his mother rented was situated. Why she had chosen such a
small home in a rather poor neighborhood I never understood. It wasn’t
like she didn't make good money and if anything, her Lexus sort of stood
out on the street. Not only that, but the house was so small it was more
like my old apartment.
Fortunately there was a space behind her car so I parked and looked back
at the seat next to me where my panties remained. Oh well, not like I
was going to need them while I was here! If anything, I wouldn’t forget
them and leave them behind and have to worry later when I was with my
relatives about them.
Stepping out of the car, a gust of wind suddenly blew. My dress flew up
but fortunately my jacket kept it from doing a Marilyn Monroe
impersonation. Still, the jacket only came down to my hips so if anyone
had been watching they would have seen just about all of my legs and who
knows what else for just a brief moment. Looking around, I didn't see
anyone but I can’t say for just a moment I wasn't tempted to stand there
and wait for another gust, just in case someone WAS watching me.
Oh well, I was due for dinner in less than an hour and it was likely
going to be another thirty minutes from here with the holiday traffic so
if I was looking to get laid again before dinner I had better get moving.
“Hey Kelly, Happy Easter,” Marlene greeted me at the door.
Steve’s mom and I had grown a lot closer since he had proposed to me.
With my mother now loving so far away after the divorce, it felt good to
have someone like her to confide in and just spend time with. Granted,
she wasn't my mother but as a future mother-in-law I couldn't have asked
for a better one. There were some things about me that I hadn’t told
her, and maybe never would. As open as she was about sex and as crazy
intimate as she got sometimes with her son, incest was not something I
was so sure about her understanding. Twelve years ago when Steve and I
were dating she had “caught” us having sex and one thing led to another
but since then nothing like that has ever happened between them again.
One time does not make something “normal” and these days she didn't even
like to discuss what had happened.
Even though Steve and his mother didn't have the sort of relationship
that I had with my parents, they were still a lot chummier than most sons
his age were with their mothers. I suppose her being divorced now for
almost thirteen years after her husband dumped her for some babe at work
had left her questioning her desirability so having a son dote over her
most likely helped. Since moving back to Pittsburgh I wasn't aware of
her dating much or even socializing except for work functions so it was
like Steve was all she had, at least until he met me.
It took me a while before I figured the two of them out though as it was
a rather complex and not exactly typical relationship between them. One
of the first things I learned was that she loved watching her son fuck
me. It wasn't like when my dad use to peek through a crack in the door
to watch me having sex with boys in my bedroom. Masturbating and then
wanting me after they had left. She just watched us and never once did I
ever see her so much as touch her breasts, let alone masturbate like my
mom did sometimes when she would watch my dad fuck me. It was a little
odd at first to say the least but then I love being watched when I have
sex and once I understood that she wasn't at all interested in joining in
with us I learned just to ignore her and enjoy my boyfriend.
As we all got more comfortable with each other, Steve and his mom started
to feel more comfortable expressing their affection for one another as
well. It was strictly platonic - nothing sexual. Still, he would
sometimes fondle her boobs or rub her crotch but always over her clothes.
They liked to kiss and he would kiss her much the same way he did me,
only his hands weren’t groping under her clothes like they usually did
when he would kiss me. As for her, she would sometimes rest her hand on
his crotch, maybe even press down a little but never did I once see her
grab it or even attempt to reach inside his pants or boxers.
When I first suggested to Steve that maybe they were doing more when I
wasn't around he actually seemed shocked that I would even think anything
like that went on between them. Indeed, seeing how Steve felt about
incest made me hesitate for a long time to reveal to him my true
relationship with my own father. Fortunately he understood my
obligations to my father and it didn't hurt when he understood that it
meant he also was allowed to have sex with my aunt and cousins once he
got married. Still, when it came to me and my dad he was strictly “don’t
ask - don’t tell” when it came to my dad fucking me. He watched me once
- the day I told him about me and my dad and that was from a closet where
he thought my dad didn't know he was watching. Since then he has never
seen my having any sort of sex with my dad, not even a blowjob.
So seeing Marlene wearing nothing but a pair of panties and an open shirt
that looked like one that Steve use to wear didn’t even cause me to bat
an eye. Actually, I was surprised she wore anything at all but then
again with Steve home she usually was dressed in something or another.
It was only when I was there alone with her that she would feel
comfortable to strip down. She tried to get me to do the same but soon
learned that nudity just wasn't my thing and I appreciated that she
didn't bug me about it the way my aunt always seemed to do. It’s
annoying when someone thinks that just because they enjoy doing something
that everyone else should as well. If someone wants to run around their
house naked then that’s fine with me - just don’t try to make me feel
guilty for not doing the same.
“Steve should be ready any minute,” she continued as I stepped inside,
“It’s nice that your family gets together like this and I know he
appreciates being welcomed.”
For a moment I felt a slight pang of guilt. Last Thanksgiving I had
brought Steve with me to our traditional family gathering and I also
invited his mother with as well since she didn’t have any family nearby
to be with. I hadn’t thought about inviting her to join us for Easter
until now and for a quick moment I debated if I should. Then again, I
was already going to be late as it was and she wasn't anywhere ready to
go out. Sure she looked pretty good for being at home but her makeup
wasn’t on and her hair was pulled back, not to mention she wasn’t even
dressed. Then too, Easter wasn't quite the same as Thanksgiving where
most families gather for large meals and such. Yes, my family had an
Waster meal but for the most part other people I knew might go out for
brunch or something but it wasn’t any large social affair.
“That’s a cute dress Kelly,” she offered, smiling a bit as she looked me
over. “Steve’s going to love it.”
I grinned and twirled around to let it float up a bit.
“Yeah, it DOES seem to lift pretty easy,” she chuckled, “That was quite a
display you put on for my neighbors.”
I looked at her with a questioning glance and she just laughed softly,
“You know if you’re going to wear a dress like that out on the street you
really should wear panties or people are going to think my son’s marrying
a slut.”
Well apparently I HAD shown off a bit more than I’d realized. I wondered
if anyone but her had noticed but then what did it matter?
I just grinned back at her and replied, “Your point being?”
We both laughed at that one. Steve WAS marrying a slut, and I was proud
to say so. So far as I was concerned, when people call me a slut that
just tells me they recognize my sexuality and exhibitionism, not that I
am a whore or such. Frankly it’s a compliment, even when it’s not
intended to be one. “I assume you DO have a pair for later?” she asked,
resuming her “mom” role. I assured her that I did indeed but they were
out in the car.
Marlene playfully lifted up the back of my skirt and pretended to be
shocked at which she found - or didn’t. We both were laughing when Steve
came in to the kitchen. My heart fluttered as it always did whenever I
first saw him - my wonderful fiancé, soon to be my husband! He looked so
handsome and I somehow managed to resist the all but overwhelming urge to
just push him down to the floor on his back and take him in me before he
could say another word.
“So what’s so funny?” he asked, straightening out his shirt and belt
buckle.
“Ohhhhhh, nothing much... just your slutty fiancé was out there flashing
the neighbors,” his mother teased.
“Better be careful, there’s an old perv across the street that might have
a heart attack,” Steve said, pretending to be concerned.
“Yeah, somehow he always seems to need to check his mail whenever I go
out to the car,” Marlene giggled like a young girl.
Steve rolled his eyes and added, “And it’s funny how you always seem to
have on something tight and showy whenever he is out there.”
“Hey, if you got it... flaunt it,” his mother came back rather
defensively, “No different than Kelly here in that dress.”
I pretended to pout but Steve came up to me and hugged me and kissed me.
Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to be in his arms and feel him against me. As
we kissed his hands drifted down to my bottom and then he lifted up my
skirt and put one hand on each of my bare buttocks and gave them a good
squeeze.
“Hey you two, get a room,” his mother teased as his hands roamed over my
butt.
“Sounds like a good idea,” I whispered to him as he pulled me tightly in
to him, pressing my boobs against his chest, “We need to get going
though, I’m suppose to be there soon to help with dinner.”
Steve looked over at his mom who just shrugged and then smiled at me. “I
can get all I can eat right here.”
Though I didn’t say it, the same thought had crossed my mind. Granted,
there weren't a lot of calories in the meal I had in mind but I loved
eating it!
“Well, quit yakking and start fucking,” Marlene huffed with a hint of
exasperation, “For goodness sakes since when do you two debate this for
so long?”
“Well Steve, since she insists...,” I said to Steve as if it was
something I had to be talked into doing.
Steve spanked my butt playfully and let my dress fall down. I blew his
mother a kiss and we were off to his bedroom. As soon as we entered I
immediately took off my dress and dropped the heels. It make look sexy
in porn movies when a girl keeps her heels on but it’s not exactly the
most comfortable way to have sex! Without any bra or panties on, it left
me nude in just a few seconds whereas Steve took a little longer to get
everything off but he quickly was lying next to me with that hunk of a
nude body pressing up against me as once again he took me in those strong
arms.
“God I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” I sighed as his hands
roamed over my bare flesh.
I loved I when her just run them up and down me, groping me and fondling
me like some high school boy in the a back seat of his parents’ car.
OK, so maybe I hadn’t been thinking of him when my dad was fucking me but
I wasn't about to say that while his mother was watching. She had
silently followed us in and took up her usual spot on the chair across
from the bed by the desk in his room. She crossed her legs and sat back
with her arms folded loosely, watching us with a slight smile on her
face. Steve’s hand reached between my legs and any thoughts about his
mother quickly disappeared as he began to toy with my wet anxious pussy.
“Just fuck me Steve,” I begged him, “I just want you to fuck me... NOW.”
Usually I love foreplay, especially with Steve. Laying with him, feeling
his hands all over me, stroking my hair, teasing my boobs, kissing my
neck, pressing his leg into my crotch... it all felt so intimate and
erotic but there’s a time and place for everything. I was so crazy horny
that any foreplay now was like torture as all I could think about was
feeling him entering me. His finger in me felt good but all it did was
remind me of how much better his dick would feel.
Steve must have been horny himself as he was already fully erect, his
dick pressing into my stomach as he unconsciously humped me, making these
little thrusts into me that pressed him into my belly like I was being
poked by a persistent child. He didn’t complain when I begged him over
and over to fuck me! Pushing me over on my back, I spread my legs and he
rolled over on top of me, using his elbows to barely keep his full weight
from crushing me but enough that I could feel his chest against my boobs.
“I love you so much,” he whispered in my ear as he reached down to
position his dick.
My legs reached up and around him, trying to pull him into me but he was
too strong for me. My arms were around his neck as we kissed while he
let the tip of his dick tease my pussy, pressing in just enough for me to
feel him but not quite getting fully inside of me. I could feel his hips
rotating as he rubbed his erection up against me, somehow resisting the
urge to plunge it deep inside of me.
His mother was watching us intently now and I wished she would just tell
her son to stick his dick in me and get it over with. Of course that
would never happen as she NEVER said a word while we were having sex.
She liked to watch but she never participated in any way, not even to
talk to us.
FINALLY I moaned loudly as I felt his butt clench as he pushed himself
into me, letting just the head of his dick penetrate me as it forced my
pussy open until it surrounded the head of his dick. It was enough to
stimulate the horde of nerve endings there and I closed my eyes and
pulled my head back as I pushed my hips up to him to welcome him in. It
was wonderful but I wanted it all... I wanted him in me all the way!
“Give it to me Steve... give it all to me,” I somehow managed to say in a
hoarse voice, “God I love you in me.”
With that I felt the pressure of his shaft as it worked its way into me,
filling me with his manhood as inch by inch Steve relentlessly pressed it
deeper inside of me until he bottomed out against me. I could feel the
thick pubic hair of his crotch pressing tightly into me as he ground the
base of his dick against my shaved pussy. Talk about being in heaven!
“Fuck I love feeling your pussy around me baby,” he groaned as his back
arched and he pressed himself tightly against me, driving as much of him
into me as could.
I loved the feeling of him inside of me, the sense of fullness, the pure
satisfaction of being mated by the man I loved. If only I could stay
this way forever, pinned beneath him, coupled together like this, feeling
his lust within me as he began to thrust his stiff cock in and out of me
slowly.
“That’s it Steve... fuck me... God I love you to fuck me like this.”
His stroked were slow and deliberate. First he would thrust it into me
like he was trying to push it right out the back of me and then he would
slowly... ever so slowly withdraw from me until just the tip of his dick
remained in aide of me, only to thrust himself back in again with one
hard shove. A few times he miscalculated and his dick popped out and I
would mew to show him my desire for him to return home again. He would
quickly reinsert himself and start the process all over again.
Steve lifted my left leg upwards while pushing down on my right. He
rolled to his side, slipping I behind me while maintaining his dick
inside of me. One arm went under my neck where he then reached around
and grasped my breast while the other drape over me and began to toy with
my clit. I could feel him pressing against my ass as he resumed his
stroked inside my pussy.
Whether it was my accident or deliberate act, we were facing his mother
now and she had a ringside view of her sons cock as it appeared and then
disappeared into his fiancé’s pussy. I really didn't care as his mother
was the last thing on my mind at the moment as he fucked and groped me,
all the while kissing the side and back of my neck. His tongue reached
out and licked my neck, going up to my ear and running around the ear
lobe.
I felt so loved and so incredibly sexy at that moment. Steve was
treating me like a princess, giving me exactly what I wanted. By now he
pretty much know how to turn me on when we fucked. Of course I loved
having his dick in me as much as possible, but it was the little things
that made it more than just being fucked. The touch of his tongue
against my ear, the feel of his warm breath on the back of my neck, the
caress of his hand against my breast... it all was exactly the way I
liked it and I loved him for every second of it.
“Oh god!” I sighed as my orgasm rose within me.
It was like suddenly my body temperature rose ten degrees as it felt like
I was burning up yet at the same time I was feeling goose pimples rise as
if I was freezing to death. Form my toes to my hair I felt a tingling
sensation as my legs stiffened out straight and then tucked back under
me, unable to remain still as my pussy gripped his firm dick like it
never wanted to let it go. I held my eyes tightly closed, focusing my
every thought on his dick inside of me, feeling my pussy swelling to grip
it tightly, my cum pouring out as my orgasm held me its own grip.
Just as I started to relax Steve grunted and I felt him push hard into my
ass as he thrust himself deep inside of me. Then he started to cum and
my orgasm started yet again as that faint hint of heat inside of me
signaled his the arrival of his sperm within me. I tried to imagine how
it must look from inside of me, the cum spewing from the tip of his dick
into my welcoming pussy. Though it was doomed for failure in terms of
its natural mission, having him cum in me felt so perfect at this moment.
It was like we were suppose to be this way forever.
For a few minutes we just laid there, him pushed up against me from
behind with his dick still in but motionless. Well, almost motionless.
It was like at times it had a mind of its own and I felt him jerk just a
little behind me as his dick twitched inside of me, then going still
again until it was followed by another. Slowly it dwindled in me until l
finally he twitched a little too hard and it fell out of me.
Instinctively I sighed as I suddenly felt so empty, so alone. It was
like a piece of me was now missing. I guess in way it was.
Opening my eyes finally, I saw his mother had silently slipped away.
That was her usual reaction to when her son had finished. It was like
once he was satisfied she was as well. I sometimes wondered if she went
back to her room and masturbated about what she’d just witnessed but the
few times I’d gotten out of bed to quickly use the bathroom I peeked in
her bedroom and she would just be reading or doing something else but
never masturbating. It was like she wasn't getting off from it sexually
but rather just seem pleased to see her son being happy. OK, a little
weird but after I’d seen it enough times I’d learned to accept it.
My eyes glanced up at the clock next to his bed and I sucked in a breath.
“Shit, we have to get going!” uttering one of my few swear words at Steve
as I jumped out of bed. Hey, I’m not perfect and while I try not to
curse it happens. As I heard a comedian once say, “shoot is shit spelled
with two o’s”.
Steve rolled over on his back, his dick glistening with a mixture of our
cum. I saw it laying over on its side against that luscious bed of thick
pubic hair I loved so much and for moment thought about how good it would
taste about now. I ALMOST gave in but then common sense took over.
People were expecting us and we needed to not be TOO late.
“C’mon lover boy,” I encouraged him, reaching over and tugging playfully
on his dick like a leash, “Let’s go.
Steve rolled over on his side and lifted himself up on his elbow. “Do
that again and maybe add your mouth and I’ll be ready for round two in no
time,” he taunted me.
I just huffed and rolled my eyes to the ceiling, pretending to be
exasperated with him and actually I was a bit. He knew this was
important to me yet here he was, trying to get me to suck him hard again.
“Tell you what... I’ll suck it on the way over, OK?” I offered as a
compromise as well as some incentive for him to get his butt in gear.
THAT worked and I had to grin despite myself at how easy men could be
sometimes. Offer a guy a BJ and he would do anything.
I quickly slipped my dress over my head and straightened it as I slipped
my heels on and then sat on the edge of the bed so I could fasten the
straps around my ankles. Looking in the mirror, my aroused nipples were
poking through the fabric like headlights but by the time we got to my
uncle’s house they should have gone down a lot. I was distinctly aware
of my cum-filled pussy when I stood up again and felt it start to drain
so I hurried to the restroom and used some Kleenex to wipe myself clean.
I even fingers myself a little to try and get as much as I could out of
me so it wouldn't stain my panties later. In doing so my hand touched my
swollen clit and I felt like I’d been shocked by a Taser. Damn, I was
STILL horny as heck!
I used a wash cloth to wipe off my pussy and sprayed somebody spray his
mother had kept in there against my crotch to try and hide the distinct
odor of sex that I knew must have been potent. A shower would have been
a good idea at the moment but there just wasn't time. My makeup wasn’t
too bad taking into consideration my activities of the past half hour or
so but my purse was out in the car still so I would just have to touch up
before we got to the party.
Back in the bedroom, Steve was buttoning his shirt and then he slipped
his shoes on and tied them. He combed his hair - it was really a sorry
mess, and then turned to kiss me again.
“Did I ever say I loved you?” he teased me.
I flashed my engagement ring at him and replied, “Not enough times.”
“Well I love you Kelly,” he said in a firm low voice and then we kissed
again, longer and harder this time.
I could have sworn I felt a storing in his crotch and I knew we had
better get going before something got out of control.
“Bye mom!” Steve called out down the hall as we left.
I heard her say something faintly in return but we were already in the
kitchen and then out the door so I couldn't really hear what she had
said.
This time I managed to get to my car without the wind blowing my skirt
up. I grabbed my purse and panties and then got in Steve’s truck and
scooted over to be next to him. I was never a big fan of trucks but
bench seats bet the daylights out of bucket seats!
Steve pulled out and I started to reach for my makeup but he put his hand
on my purse, preventing me from opening it.
“I believe you owe me something first,” he reminded me.
Oh yeah... I HAD promised him something, hadn’t I?
“What, did you think I would forget?” he teased him, patting me on the
leg and then reaching up under my skirt to rub the inside of my thigh.
With the traffic it was about a twenty minute drive to my Uncle Paul’s
house and as horny as Steve still was it only took half that time to get
him off again. I made sure to keep his dick in my mouth with my lips
sealed around his shaft when he came so none of it would get on me or my
dress. That left me plenty of time to get my panties back on (something
that drew a sigh of disapproval from him) and adjust my hair and makeup.
Looking in the rear-view mirror I could see that I was still a bit
flushed from my recent orgasm but there was nothing I could do about that
but let it fade away on its own.
While I was fixing myself up, Steve started asking me some questions
about my uncles and cousins.
“So let me get the scorecard straight... BOTH of your uncles have fucked
you?”
I nodded so he continued, “But it’s your Uncle Paul that has done you the
most, right?”
I sighed. Men! How many times had I told him about my family history
and he still screwed it up. With a hint of impatience I explained that
my Uncle Paul was my oldest uncle and I’d only done him a couple of
times. It was my dad’s younger brother, my Uncle Jim, that had done me
the most but even he hadn’t done me in quite a while now. Uncle Jim was
an asshole and that’s the kindest way I can put it. He drinks too much
and thinks women are all put on earth for his personal amusement. The
last couple of times I’d let him fuck me was only so my dad could fuck my
Cousin Tammy. Since he hadn’t done her in years now that she was older
and had a serious boyfriend, I saw no reason to let my perverted uncle
have any part of me.
“Then Tammy is the one who fucks her brother and dad but Kate is the
prude?”
I nodded again and he grinned, “You know, Tammy is hot but I have to tell
you, seeing Kate at Thanksgiving was quite a sight. I think I’d rather
fuck her actually more than Tammy.”
I smacked him on the shoulder with my fist. He knew better than to even
joke about doing anything with the older sister Kate. She somehow
managed to be more shrewish and prude than even her own mother. She was
twenty now and it wouldn't surprise me if she was still a virgin. In
fact I would have been shocked had she not been. She reminded me of one
of my college roommates that was saving herself for marriage. I wouldn’t
have cared but just like nudist who think everyone else should be one,
she was one of those older virgins who looked down at anyone who was
unmarried and not a virgin - like me.
“So what’s the deal with your Uncle Paul then?” Steve queried me, “I
mean, how does both of his brothers end up fucking their daughters, at
least one of them, but he never touched either of his?”
I reminded Steve that my Uncle Paul was eight years older than my dad,
ten years older than my Uncle Jim so he had never been as close with them
as my dad was with his younger brother. In high school they use to
double date and indeed, both of them would fuck the sisters who
eventually became my mother and aunt. When my dad married into an
incestual family and my uncle got his first taste of incestual sex, it
wasn't all that hard to get him to fuck his daughter once she was taken
by my dad.
On the other hand, My two cousins under my Uncle Paul were significantly
older. Ginny was thirty and Laura was 28. Actually I wasn't even aware
that he knew anything about the incest his brothers were engaged with
until my Uncle Paul let me in on one of my mother’s biggest secrets -
that they had been fucking for years without anyone know, not even my
dad.
“So when was the last time your relatives have fucked you?”
Wow, I had to think about that one for a moment. In a way it raised in
interesting point. While there had been a period back in high school
when I had a lot of sex with others in my family, once I went away to
college and then especially since having graduated the amount of sex I
had with my relatives had faded to almost nothing. It wasn’t because I
felt it was wrong but more that either it just wasn't something available
or, as it was with uncle Jim and his son, they just turned into such
assholes that I wanted nothing to do with them.
“So who are you going to let fuck you today?”
I laughed at my horny fiancé. Like with a houseful of people how was
THAT going to happen?
“What’s the matter, getting conservative in your old age? Maybe a little
chicken now that you're about to take the plunge?” he taunted me.
I punched him again. Heck, after some of the things we’d done recently
the last thing I deserved to be called was conservative! As for being
chicken, that was just plain insulting.
“I bet you can’t get them to do you today,” he challenged me.
“And what do I get if I do?” I offered back, my eyes sparkling.
“Well, you get two guys fucking you to start,” he laughed at me.
“That’s not what I meant,” I came back. Steve’s brow wrinkled as he
concentrated while trying to keep his attention on the road.
“I’ll fuck you after the party.”
I laughed again at that one. “You were going to fuck me anyway and you
know it.”
Steve pretended to be shocked but then he grinned and turned to me
briefly to smile. “Well, I MAY have been thinking about that.”
I waited, not saying another word, leaving up to him to respond.
“OK, how’s this... I promise to go to church with you the next two
weeks.”
Now that might not sound like much but then you have to understand how I
feel about God and church. With Steve’s work schedule going to work was
quite a problem so I never pestered him about it but I really did wish he
would go more often. Heck, today was Easter and he still hadn't made it.
“You’re on!” I exclaimed, meeting his challenge.
“Just one thing,” he said, holding up a finger, “I get to inspect to be
sure they cum in you.”
“God you can be such a perv sometimes,” I teased him but I agreed and so
it was on.
We were almost to their house anyway so I checked my makeup one last
time. Looking in the mirror I saw my reflection and wondered if my two
uncle would be getting this close and personal before the afternoon was
over. They would if I had anything to say about it and now I had the
perfect incentive.
Chapter 3 – Nieces and Uncles
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My dad’s side of the family is pretty much on the conservative side
overall. The only reason my father is any different from his brothers
was because he married my mother. You don’t marry a woman who fucks her
father and not change your thoughts and opinions about family sex rather
substantially. My Uncle Rick was just a jerk so while he may have jerked
off dreaming about his daughters, I seriously doubt he ever would have
fucked his youngest daughter without the help of my parents first. As
for Uncle Paul, it was my mother that “converted” him and even then it
was just sex with his sister-in-law, nothing to do with anyone in his own
family.
As a result, I grew up in a much different environment than any of my
cousins. Ginny and Laura were pretty much your typical soccer moms now.
Except for a rather colorful bachelorette party many years before, I’d
never seen either of them do much of anything sexual or even risqué. As
for Kate and Tammy, Kate had grown up a virtual clone of her mother. The
only reason Tammy was as she was had more to do with being the little
sister trying to out-do her older sister and rebel against her mother
than anything to with incest. If it hadn’t been for my influence no
doubt she would have never started having sex with her father and
brother.
Then there was me. I was always like the black sheep of my generation,
at least in the eyes of my aunts and older cousins. While we were always
careful that nothing that had anything to do with incest was ever brought
up when they were around, I WAS a lot more sexually involved in my social
life than was the norm in my dad’s family. My mom allowed me to wear
outfits that both my aunts, especially my Aunt Sheri, thought were
positively disgraceful. What they didn't seem to realize was that by
carping on my mother all the time about it all it did was make her mad
and encourage me to be all the sluttier around them.
Of course I doing so I also grabbed the attention of my uncles.
Remember, I didn't even start fucking my dad until I was sixteen and I
didn’t do my Uncle Jim until I was 19 and my Uncle Paul at 23. Thus for
most of my teen years I had no sex with anyone beside my dad so far as
our family goes. That doesn’t mean I didn't tease my uncles, to say the
least. Kristi was very similar to me and my Aunt Linda got her fair
share of abuse from my other aunt’s as well. She tended to react the
same as my mom, dressing Kristi in scandalous outfits and bikinis just to
push my other aunts’ buttons.
The two of us loved to tease our uncles. If there is one thing a girl
learns at an early age, it’s when a man looks at her “that way”. I mean
in a way you KNOW what he wants - to fuck you. It’s in the DNA and men
can’t help themselves so I don’t understand why women get upset when
their man looks at other women that way. Like, what’s the harm in
LOOKING? It’s not until they start touching that any concern should be
raised.
As Tammy got older, much to the horror of her mother and to the delight
of her two uncles, she started to join in with me and Kristi when it came
time to sit on our uncle’s laps and grind in a little. I loved the feel
of them under me and the embarrassment on their faces when I felt them
reacting uncontrollably. It was funny but when my aunts would come in
and demand that we get off their laps the people who protested most was
my uncles. I think they figured it was bad enough that we were on their
laps while in our mid-teens but it could only get worse if we got off and
exposed what was hiding under us.
Until I was sixteen I use to tease my dad in the same way. Of course
while everyone was there I wasn't as blatant as I was at home but I knew
he still got a kick out of me flirting with him. Only thing is while I
was thinking it was just innocent flirting, I had no idea that in his
mind all he could think about was how badly he wanted to have sex with
me.
After I started having sex with my dad, I became a little more daring
with my uncles as well knowing that my dad got a kick out of it. Now as
a sixteen or seventeen year-old it was more difficult to rationalize
sitting on their laps but if there was a game on TV or something else
more distracting then I always tried to sneak some quality time on top of
them. It wasn't like they didn't know that I knew what was happening
under me but we all sort of ignored it and nobody mentioned it directly.
If there was one person my dad LOVED on his lap (well, next to me) it had
to be my youngest cousin Tammy. After taking her virginity when she was
fourteen, he couldn't get enough of her and at times I could have sworn
her mother suspected something. Since she never said a word I knew she
didn’t yet that apprehension was always there. Heck, if she HAD known
then I’m sure the shotgun or whatever would have been unleashed!
Looking back at our antics, it’s one reason I caution men who contact me
about their daughters and nieces. So many of them have told me how they
enjoy flirting and sitting on their laps and such. In most cases they
are asking me if that means their daughter or niece is trying to hint
that they would like to have some sort of sex with them. My answer is
always the same... NO. If anything, quite the opposite. A daughter
trusts her father, a niece trusts her uncle. By trust I mean faith that
they can do about anything with their dad and uncle and NOT have to worry
about anything that might happen should they do the same thing with their
boyfriend or his father.
Granted, when it came to my family it eventually DID lead to sex between
us but that only started after years of such flirting and such and was a
result of actions and opportunities that occurred away from the family
get-togethers, not at them.
Now at 26, and especially being engaged, it was rather difficult to
rationalize sitting on my uncle’s laps any more other than a quick hug or
such. Not that I think THEY would have complained mind you! Still, I
knew I could easily “convince” my uncles to help me out meeting Steve’s
challenge without having to resort to any stunts. The key was going to
be figuring out the logistic more than anything else. Having sex would
be fun but getting caught would have serious ramifications.
Was it all worth the risk? Well, if it wasn’t risky it wouldn’t be as
much fun!
Chapter 4 – Uncle Jim Fixes Steve’s Truck
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We finally arrived and I saw the street was lined with cars so I knew we
had to be the last to arrive. Oh well, it’s not like I was the awesome
cook that had to be there or dinner wouldn’t get served. If anything
they were probably better off NOT having me anywhere near the kitchen!
If it didn’t heat up in the microwave I was in trouble.
Walking in, almost nobody noticed us at first as the place was a
madhouse. Laura and Ginny each had two kids and it seemed like there
were twenty of them instead of just four. Everyone was talking and
milling about, the men trying to sneak in the kitchen to “test” the food
while the women would shoo them away. My Aunt Julie (Paul’s wife) was
the first to notice us and she welcomed us to her house, even giving
Steve a hug. Next was my Aunt Linda and I noticed when SHE gave Steve a
hug it lasted just a little bit longer. Not so much as to draw attention
but I knew what must have been going on between them in their minds at
least. My mom’s sister was definitely my fiancé’s favorite aunt! Of
course it didn't hurt she was the only one he was having sex with but I
could tell from the way he looked at Aunt Julie that he wouldn’t mind
making that two.
Aunt Seri was the next to say hello and I noticed Steve was polite but
made to keep his distance. I couldn't blame him given the way she’d let
herself go over the years. Small wonder her husband always wanted to
fuck me and her daughter! She looked at me as I was taking off my jacket
and as was usually the case, couldn't help but make a critical remark.
“I see you couldn't wear something decent even for Easter, could you?”
I was about to say, “Well, at least I put my panties on after church,”
but held my tongue. True, it would have been a slight exaggeration but
it would have been fun to have seen her reaction. Fun but not worth the
resulting aggravation. As it was I just ignored her and grabbed Steve’s
arm as we headed into that family room to greet the guys.
This was the first time we’d gathered as a family since Steve proposed so
on the way everyone was looking at my ring and I felt so proud to show it
off. Most had seen it during the Christmas holidays at one time or
another but I still loved showing it off again. Having Steve standing
next to me, so tall and handsome not to mention sexy as hell, and letting
my ring tell everyone I was to be his wife filled me with pride and not a
little bit of lust as I thought about what we’d just been doing less than
an hour ago - not to mention during the ride over. Mmmmmmm, I could
still taste his sperm in my mouth!
My uncles were on opposite ends of the couch, leaning into the side
cushions while my dad had somehow wrested control over the LazyBoy
recliner. I plopped down in the middle of the couch between my uncles
and leaned over to give each a peck on the cheek. In doing so my dress
would ride up and I was pretty sure it felt like it was enough to let
each see my sheer panties when I kissed the other. It was just them in
the room at the time along with Steve so it wasn't like anyone could see
what I was doing. In any case, every guy in the room had fucked me
before, including the jerk who then walked in - my cousin Rick.
Fortunately Steve’s challenge hadn’t included my cousin. To be fair, I
probably would have physically enjoyed him the most as somehow he won the
lottery and had the biggest dick of the bunch. It wasn't so much the
length as it was the overall thickness combined with respectable length.
It was about the perfect dick so far as I was concerned - short enough to
fit in me comfortably while long enough to allow for plenty of movement
without him slipping out of me. Thin enough to slide in me without
making me feel like he was splitting me in two but thick enough that I
didn't mistake it for his finger. His dick only had one flaw - it was
attached to an absolute jerk.
I held my hand out for Steve and helped pull me up and off the couch,
back onto my heels again. I was tempted to kick them off and I knew
sooner or later they would be history before the afternoon was over but I
figured I should leave them on at least until dinner which was only a
maybe a half hour away. Once up, I straightened out my dress, making
sure to pull up on the top such they could see what I was doing. I
winked at my uncles as I did.
“My goodness, this darn thing just won’t stay up,” I pretended to
complain.
I saw them both watching me and my mind raced as to how I was going to
deal with them. I probably could have just gone to them both and asked
them to fuck me and no doubt they would have but where was the fun in
that, let alone the challenge? Besides, though they may be brothers
there were ten years difference between them not to mention very
different loves and careers. In fact, if you met them on the street you
would have never even guessed they were brothers.
Fortunately I’d had enough experience in such matters that I was able to
come up with a plan quickly. I saw Steve looking at me, grinning at me
with that subtle little smile that I knew so well. It was like when he
would watch me at some party or other affair when he would ask me to go
seduce a guy, just to see me do it. It was his turn to get the wink from
me as I put my first plan into action.
“Uncle Jim, Steve had a question some problem his truck and I wondered if
you could help him before we ate dinner?” I asked.
He was the one I looked least forward to doing this with so if I figured
why not get it over with as quickly as possible. Since Uncle Jim was a
self-proclaimed super-mechanic, he immediately rose to the bait.
“What’s the problem” he asked Steve, sitting up on the edge of the couch.
Steve looked at me with a “what the heck?” expression but he played along
saying, “Probably be easier to show you. You can probably fix it in the
time it takes me to explain it.”
The three of us went out of the family room and headed for the door.
“And where are you all going”? Aunt Sheri asked, spying us as we put on
our jackets, “Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes.”
My uncle assured her that he could fix anything in that amount of time.
I just shook my head at him. God, he could be such an idiot sometimes.
Well, make that most of the time. No... ALL of the time.
We had to walk down the block a little to where Steve had parked in front
of a vacant lot next to my aunt and uncle’s house. They were at the end
of a cul-de-sac where it was only them and neighbor to the other side
which was why everyone had lined up in this direction.
We got down to the truck and stood there. Steve didn't say anything as
he no doubt had no idea what was wrong with his truck. My uncle finally
said, “Well, what’s wrong?”
I glanced around to see that nobody was around. The coast was clear so I
reached under my dress and pulled down my panties, stepped out of them
and held them up.
“Well, the problem is on the way over her I wanted to get fucked but we
were running late so now I’m all horny. See how wet my panties are?”
OK, so it was corny and stupid but then I wasn't dealing with a rocket
scientist. This was a guy who would have seen a porn scene play out just
like this and be convinced the girl was a real amateur being caught on a
hidden cam. The only thing that I think confused him was Steve being
there. Well, Steve wanted proof so he was going to get it - live and in
person.
One other little issue... I had never told my uncle that Steve knew about
my “family” relationships and I wasn't sure whether my dad ever had told
his brother. Judging from the flush that was rising on my uncle’s face,
apparently he hadn’t.
“Ummmmm, is this some kind of joke or what?” he stammered. Then he
looked around saying, “OK, where’s the camera... very funny Kelly... very
funny indeed.”
I moved up closer and ran my hand up under his crotch and pressed my palm
against his dick underneath his pants.
“It’s OK... Steve knows everything Uncle Jim... everything,” I said in as
sultry a voice as possible. “In fact, it was HIS idea to have you fuck
me today so you should thank him.”
Talk about a man in conflict! On the one hand, literally, I could feel
him reacting under my palm. It was obvious the desire was there. On the
other, I could tell he was still thrown by Steve being there. He’d only
met him a couple of times and they had never even talked much together
and even then only in groups so it wasn't like they were best buddies or
anything like that. Finally his eyes told everything as they darted all
around, checking out the neighborhood and then back to the house to see
if anyone was watching.
“Oh don’t worry, we’ll do it in the cab where nobody can see us,” I
assure him, opening the driver door and jumping in, then scooting across.
I twisted and sat back against the passenger door, put my feet up on the
seat and spread my legs, letting the dress fall back to my waist to
expose my now bare pussy.
“C’mon Uncle Jim, you KNOW you want to fuck me,” I teased him, reaching
down to start rubbing my pussy for him to watch.
Uncle Jim looked at Steve but seeming to know what to say. Steve just
put up his hands like he was being arrested and grinned. “Hey, I learned
a long time ago when Kelly wants something, Kelly gets it.”
“So are you going to watch or what?” my uncle finally asked, never taking
his eyes off of my pussy where my middle finger was now pressing inside
of me.
Steve shook his head. “Fuck no, I’ll just keep an eye out if that’s OK
with you.”
“C’mon Uncle Jim... fuck me!” I called out merrily.
It was all I could do to keep from cracking up and laughing
uncontrollably. Everything about this was so ludicrous yet at the same
time it was that very element of it that made it so erotic. I mean, here
I was in a pickup truck parked on the side of the street, my dress hiked
up with my pussy exposed to the cold April weather, frigging myself and
calling out to my uncle to fuck me while my fiancé stood outside standing
guard. As I’ve heard comedians say when they tell a ridiculous story
based on fact, you just can't make this stuff up!
My uncle finally got in and once again I thanked the gods for Steve’s
huge bench seat. I wonder if it was standard or something he had to
special order and if it WAS a special order, was this the sort of thing
he had in mind when he ordered it?
“About time,” I huffed, pulling my dress out from under my butt so it
wouldn’t get anything on it.
I kept my jacket on as it was chilly and besides, there was nothing in
Steve’s challenge that said he needed to do anything but fuck me for me
to win. Indeed, technically he just needed to stick his dick in me even
for a moment for me to win this round but then if I was going to let my
jerk f an uncle fuck me, I may as well get something out of it for me as
well.
“Fuck, I can't believe I’m letting you talk me into doing this,” he
grumbled as he undid his belt and pants.
He pulled his pants and underwear down far enough to release his dick but
like me, kept his jacket on so anyone looking in wouldn’t see a bare ass.
Not like it wouldn’t be obvious what we were doing but at least he would
spare the eyesight of any unfortunate soul that happened to look in and
got a glimpse of his hairy fat ass.
“Ummmmm, I like it when you get nice and hard for me Uncle Jim,” I said,
trying to sound like I was thrilled at what I saw.
Truth being I tried keeping my eyes closed as much as possible so I would
NOT have to look at him. So long as I couldn't see him then it was just
another dick in me.
“Have it your way sweetheart,” he mumbled as I felt him press against my
pussy.
He had a firm grip on his shaft with his right hand and he used his hand
to rub his dick over my pussy, pressing just the tip in enough to wet it
and then spreading it over the rest of my pussy, followed by rubbing hid
sick up and down my slit to wet it as well. Once he was lubed he held it
at my opening and then with a grunt, pushed it into me until half the
shaft was in me with the first thrust. That was quickly followed by
another and he was buried in me.
“Bet you missed my dick, haven’t you?” he bragged as he started stroking
himself in me. “You’re such a fucking cock hound... I can't believe even
you would do this in front of your fiancé but you just can’t help
yourself, can you slut?”
Well, if he was trying to make me feel better about everything he wasn't
exactly accomplishing the goal. If I wasn't so set on getting Steve to
church I would have pulled away and sent him back to the house with his
dick hanging out. Well, technically I had “won” this part of the bet as
he had now penetrated me but I WAS horny and he DID feel good in me. If
he would just shut his mouth I wouldn’t mind so much what was happening.
As I laid on my back I couldn't see a thing outside the truck. If
someone was to drive by I doubted they would have seen anything but it
was still pretty hot to be doing it just down from where all my relatives
were gathering for the meal. It was almost like I wasn’t even there, as
if I was just dreaming the entire thing as Uncle Jim huffed and puffed as
he did his best to fuck me. Well, if he would lose a few pounds maybe he
wouldn’t get so out of breath!
“I’m gonna cum in you,” he groaned as he started to thrust himself in me
even harder, “Gonna fill your cunt with what you want. Tell me you want
it slut... come on, you KNOW you want it.”
OK, so I really wanted Steve to start coming to church with me and I was
willing to do most anything to wrangle him one way or another, but I do
have my limits. I was willing to let my nasty uncle fuck me but no way
was I going to beg him to cum in me. When you come right down to it, no
matter whose dick is in me, physically the act of a man mating me is
technically the same no matter who he is. Well, that may be true in some
textbook but try telling that to my pussy.
For me, it makes a BIG difference when a man comes in me depending on who
he is, why we are doing it, and so forth. Heck, physically it’s not that
big of a deal in the first place to be frank. Most of the time the only
way I really know it’s even happening is from the way the man acts or if
he flat out tells me. Of course afterwards it’s obvious when it’s
draining out of me but at the moment he’s cumming, I may get a slight
sensation of warmth but that all depends on how much else is going on at
the time. Typically when a guy comes in me it’s just sex so far as I am
concerned and it’s more a matter of convenience and ego. First, I’d MUCH
prefer a man to cum in me than all over me. Some guys try to pull out
and make it to my mouth which would be perfectly fine with me but most of
them wait too long and they’re spurting all over the place before they
get it in my mouth. By ego, I mean it’s rather demeaning to have a guy
fucking you and then pull out at the moment of climax. It’s like he is
saying my pussy is good enough to get him off but not enough to get his
cum.
With some guys the act of cumming in me signifies more which makes it
special to me. This particularly applies to married men who are cheating
on their wives. For a husband to fuck me in lieu of his wife is erotic
to start with, but then for him to cum in me is like the ultimate
betrayal of his vows. This is one case where I especially get upset if
he tries to pull out. Like, he wants to fuck me more than his wife but
then at the last minute he tries to ease his conscience by not going TOO
far. I love it when a guy is cheating with me because it tells me he
finds me so sexy and attractive that he will betray the most sacred vow
he can ever make just for a few moments with me. Is it any wonder I
expect him to complete the act?
Finally, there are those men for whom the act of giving me their sperm is
an indication of their love and respect for me. Until recently, that
list was rather short - just one man, my dad. For my dad to cum in me is
one of the most special moments in my life, one that amazingly I can have
repeatedly as well. He’s not just some guy getting off and I just want
him to be neat about it. He’s not cheating on his wife because she is my
mom. He is my father and as such when he cums in me it means he loves me
enough to give himself to me in every way. It means he respects me
enough to not just love me but to stay in me when he reaches that
ultimate state of ecstasy. It means I am giving myself to him totally,
in every way I can as a daughter should to her father. Of course now I
have Steve so that makes TWO men on my list of “special” men.
As much as my Uncle Jim disgusts me, I let him fuck me at times because I
hate my Aunt Sheri so much. I only wished she could see what her husband
was doing now. If she thought I was a slut before, just let her see how
her husband loves sticking his dick in me like he was at this very
moment. If she thought I flirted and flaunted myself too much, let her
see my new dress hiked up to my boobs so her husband could fuck me. Of
course I could never allow such a thing to happen in my own family, but
the thought of it as my uncle started to cum in me helped me to feel
better about what I was doing.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned as he drove himself deep inside of me, his
incestuous sperm ejaculating from his rigid dick as deep in me as he
could shoot it.
It was over quickly and he immediately pulled out and started gathering
himself back together again.
“You know any time you want it where you can get it slut,” he mocked me.
He looked down at my pussy as I just laid there with my legs apart.
“Damn, that felt good. Haven’t left a load that big in ages... enjoy it
slut.”
It took all my willpower not to respond as I was thinking at the moment
but it was over and I’d accomplished half my goal. Though I would never
have admitted it to him, my pussy WAS feeling pretty good at the moment
so it wasn't like it had been a total waste of time. Once he had his
belt tight he backed out of the truck and headed back on his own to the
house hitching his pants as he walked.
“Hey, you OK?” Steve asked, poking his head inside. I was still on my
back, gathering my thoughts together.
I lifted my head up to look at him and grinned as best I could. “What’s
it look like silly?” I said, trying to make it sound like I was fine with
everything. “Do you have a towel or something I can clean myself off
with?”
Steve reached behind the seat and pulled out a roll of paper towels and
handed it to me. I scooted back so I could sit up with the passenger
door behind me. Pulling off a couple of the towels from the roll, I put
them between my legs and did my best to squeeze as much of my uncle’s cum
from me as I could. Damn, he really HAD cum a lot in me! The towels
were pretty soaked before I was done but at least I wouldn’t be dripping
all over the place and spotting my panties too much.
“Can you do something with these?” I said to Steve, handing the cum-
soaked towels to him.
He took them like I had handed him a handful of dog poop but he didn't
complain, tossing them into the back of the truck for now. Meanwhile I’d
hiked up my panties and got out of the truck, pulling the hem of my dress
down and straightening out my boobs underneath.
“Well, one down, one to go,” I said as cheerfully as I could, reaching up
to kiss him quickly on the lips. At least I hadn’t sucked my uncle’s
cock as I knew Steve wouldn’t have touched my lips with my uncle’s taste
on me.
As we walked back, Steve held my hand tightly and I could the something
was bugging him. Just before we went back in I turned to him and asked
him what was bothering him.
“I don’t know,” he hemmed and hawed but I wasn't letting him off the
hook, “I guess I just don’t understand how you can let guys like that
fuck you is all. Your uncle is a real jerk and face it, I know I’m a guy
but still, he doesn’t seem all that pleasant to have sex with.”
“Well, haven’t you ever fucked a girl who wasn't that pretty or maybe a
little overweight or whatever?” I asked.
“Not really,” he answered, “I mean, I like a girl to be attractive and
sexy, not just another pussy.”
“Well just remember, I never would have done him in the first place if
you went to church with me today,” I teased.
We were late so we could hold this debate later. Back in the house I saw
that people were starting to gather and as I hung my jacket back in the
closet, I felt someone grab my arm and when I turned to look it was my
cousin Tammy, her eyes burning a hole through me.
“Tell me my dad didn’t just do you,” she hissed under her breath.
“Why? What’s the big deal?” I whispered back.
“Oh god so you did,” she sighed, rolling her eyes back. “I could tell
the minute he came back in with that look on his face and I realized you
were gone at the same time. What the hell were you thinking? What if
someone had seen you?”
Her mother called out to us, telling us to get seated so I didn't have
time for a detailed explanation. I just told her that we could talk
about it later but not to worry about it. She just huffed and went ahead
of me to take a seat. I wondered what the big deal was. Heck, it’s not
like she never did it with her dad so why suddenly so worried about me?
At the table I sat next to Steve and fortunately was at the opposite end
from my uncle and Tammy. Somehow I had a feeling Aunt Sheri had some
input to the seating arrangements. Well, she needn’t have worried. I
doubted her husband would be fucking me again for a long time! Once was
all I needed from him today - and for a long time to come. In the
meantime, I could tell I hadn’t gotten all of his cum out before as I
felt my panties start to grow damp against me. Oh well, so long as it
was just a little it wouldn’t smell.
I looked across the table where my Uncle Paul was sitting with my Aunt
Julie. He really wasn't paying all that much attention to me but I knew
I was soon going to change that. I had a plan, it would soon be time to
put it in motion and complete my challenge with Steve.
Chapter 5 – Uncle Paul Gets His Turn
====================================
Compared to Uncle Jim, Uncle Paul would be more of a challenge. With
Uncle Jim, it was just too easy as he was nothing but a horny perverted
nasty man. All I had to do was spread my legs and Uncle Jim was mine.
With Uncle Paul, it wasn't that he needed to be convinced to have sex
with me, but he was considerably more mature and careful than his
disgusting younger brother.
The first time I was with Uncle Paul was almost two years ago. I was 24
at the time so it wasn't like I started having sex with him as soon as I
got into incest with my dad and other uncle. In fact, my dad had always
cautioned me not to get too carried away with his older brother as he
wasn't into that sort of thing and didn’t cheat on Aunt Julie. Well, my
dad is pretty smart but sometimes he doesn’t know everything.
As it turned out, I learned that not only did Uncle Paul want to fuck me,
he had been doing my mom for years. Now granted, my dad as technically
correct in saying he wasn't cheating as it was within the family, but I
don’t think my dad was trying to split hairs at the time. I had little
doubt that Aunt Julie wouldn’t have agreed with my position either.
I really couldn't blame my mom as while my dad had several yummy options
to deal with his needs without committing adultery, my mom’s choices were
limited to Uncle Jim and his son Rick, neither of which were all that
appealing. There was a time where she used Rick as some sort of boy toy
and no doubt his better-than- average dick didn't hurt either, but it
couldn't have been as emotionally satisfying as it was for my dad when he
fucked my mom’s sister.
After the first time I had sex with Uncle Paul once more a few months
later and that has been it until now. We kept it between ourselves, just
as he had with my mom. Other than me and mom, there wasn’t even a hint
of incest in his family and some people would say that fucking the tow of
us wasn't exactly biblical incest in the first place since we weren’t
blood relatives. So while I knew he had in interest in me in the past,
he didn't exactly chase after me the way my other uncle did. In fact,
since we had sex if anything he remained even more distant from me
whenever he could.
As we ate and talked, I felt Steve’s hand on my leg under the tablecloth.
Naughty boy... but I loved it. Of course nobody could see but it still
felt rather naughty as he eased his hand under my dress and up to my
hips, putting his whole hand on my bared leg. I uncrossed my legs and
shifted slightly in my seat to make it easier for him and he quickly
responded to my offer, running his fingers up against my panties.
“So did Jim get things working?” Uncle Paul asked, breaking my
concentration on where Steve’s hand was groping me.
Steve nodded and said something about how he’d just needed to plug
something or another up. I elbowed his gently to remind him that not
everyone at the table might appreciate WHAT my uncle had plugged.
Of course it went right over my aunt’s head but I say a gleam in Uncle
Paul’s eye. Yeah, he knew what Steve was REALLY saying.
“Sometimes you just need to treat an engine like a woman,” he said as he
looked at me and winked. “Seems they’re never happy unless they are
constantly getting attention.”
This time it was my aunt who elbowed her partner but she had no idea that
she was reading his comments entirely wrong. From the way my uncle was
smirking I knew he knew EXACTLY where I’d been paid attention.”
It was all just a game, no different than when I would jump on his lap or
sit next to him and rub up against him. Harmless fun. I knew it would
take a lot more than subtle hints and risqué conversation to get my card
punched for my second challenge of the day.
After dinner the men went off to the family room to watch something on TV
while the women, of course, cleaned up after everyone. I helped to clear
off the table and wrap up the leftovers, leaving the dishwasher duties to
my younger cousins. The kitchen was way overcrowded so I figured it
might be an opportune time to finish up my duties for the day.
I headed off to the bathroom first to clean myself off again. My panties
were soaked in the crotch now and I debated just taking them off but then
if any of the women noticed it would be a scandal, family or not. Still,
I didn't know how Uncle Paul would react to greeting my open legs and
seeing his brothers cum wetting my crotch. Even if it really didn't
qualify anymore as sloppy seconds, I knew a lot of guys are NOT into sex
right after another guy does me, despite what the stupid porn videos
might lead you to believe.
I checked myself in the mirror and was about to leave when I thought
about it yet again and decided the heck with it. So long as I had them
back on again before I got together with the women things should be OK.
I reached under my dress and pulled the panties down to my ankles where I
carefully stepped out of them. I had left my pure with my jacket so I
dug around the closet and stuffed them between a couple of bath towels.
I wouldn’t be all that long and I doubted anybody would be needing a bath
any time soon anyway.
Heading back toward the stairs, I noticed the master bedroom door was
open down at the end of the hall. As tempting as it was to check it out,
it would be just my luck the wrong person would come in after me and
question why I was there. No, it was better to get going and get this
over with while the timing was right.
Back in the family room, I was the only female in there as the three
brothers and my cousin watched ESPN. ALL of them had fucked me in the
past so I could have stripped in the middle of the floor and none of them
would see anything they hadn’t already. The reality was that neither my
dad or Uncle Jim knew their older brother had done me and I didn’t think
this was exactly the right moment to break the news. Otherwise this
would have been as simple as walking in and flashing them , then dragging
my Uncle Paul off and to the bedroom. Still, there were ways to
accomplish the same ending without being so blatant about it.
“Ummmmm, Uncle Paul, somebody did something in bathroom,” I said,
pretending to be embarrassed.
“The other guys laughed as Uncle Paul threw up his hands in mock disgust,
“God dammit, how many times have I told people not to flush everything
down the damn toilet.”
“I’d offer to help Paul but you know how my back has been lately,” my dad
chuckled, leaning over and grabbing his back as if he was in mortal pain.
My other slob of an uncle wasn’t even subtle, he just shook his head and
waved his younger brother away. Rick, of course, just ignored everyone
and kept his eyes glued to the huge flat-screen TV.
“Well, I’d better deal with it before someone else needs it,” Uncle Paul
griped as he got up and headed towards the hallway where the stairs were.
I told everyone I was going back to help in the kitchen and left, looking
back at Steve and winking. Once out of sight of the family room I took a
detour back to the stairway where my uncle had already ascended. I made
my way to the bathroom where I heard the toilet flushing.
“Hey, I thought you said there was a problem?” has asked when he saw me
at the doorway. “Seems to working just fine now.”
I walked in slowly with a grin on my face. “Well, I just said someone
did something in the bathroom... I didn't say WHAT.”
“So what’s the story then Kelly?” he asked, his hands on his hips as
apparently he wasn’t getting my intent... yet.
“Do you realize it’s been almost two years since you fucked me Uncle
Paul?”
Now THAT got his attention as his hands dropped down and he looked at me
with a puzzled face.
“Sort of hard NOT to but I don’t see what that has to do with now?” he
said but I noticed his eyes were no longer looking at mine but seemed to
be focusing considerably lower on my body now.
I turned and closed the door, deliberately making an act of locking it so
he could see what I was doing.
“Ummmmm, you DO realize there’s a houseful of people down there and
everyone will soon need to use the bathroom... get it?” he asked as if I
was clueless.
“Then I guess we’d better hurry,” I purred as I turned, lifting my dress
as I did so my bare butt was showing. I turned my head over my shoulder
and smiled back at him. “See anything you like Uncle Paul?”
He was torn but then so far as I was concerned, that meant I had him, it
was just going to take another push or two.
“Kelly... any other time... and I mean ANY other time we could do this if
you want to so badly but not today. It’s just too dangerous.”
OK, so it needed to be a hard push. I pulled my dress up over my head
and then draped it over the shower bar which left me standing there in
nothing but my heels and a necklace. He instinctively licked his lips
and I knew I was at least another step closer.
“C’mon Uncle Paul... you know you want me,” I said seductively. He
needed to be pushed but I had to be careful as he wasn’t like my Uncle
Jim. If Uncle Paul thought I was just playing him then he would probably
just brush me aside and walk out alone without me.
“Shit, what the hell,” he cursed under his breath. Yeah, like it was
some decision to do something he didn't want to do. I knew better... a
LOT better. In any case, I had what I wanted so why rock the boat?
Uncle Paul quickly undid his belt and then his zipper, sliding his pants
and underwear down to his ankles but keeping his shoes on. His shirt
hung down over his waist, hiding his dick from view but I had a good idea
what was happening behind the curtain.
“Come here Kelly,” he said, motioning for me to come closer so he
wouldn’t have to shuffle his feet to get to me.
He grabbed me by the waist and spun me around. “Bend over,” was all he
said and I followed his instructions to the letter, leaning over and
putting my hands on my knees to support myself.
“God you have such a sweet ass,” he murmured as I felt his hand rub over
my butt. Then he said something under his breath I couldn't quite make
out, followed by, “Turn around... I need some... Ummmmm, help.”
Not being sure what he meant, I stood up and turned to face him. He’d
undone his dress shirt and I looked down to see what should have been a
lovely erection only to be greeted by a flaccid cock.
“Damn blood pressure pills,” he swore, “Haven’t been able to get it up in
ages. I thought maybe if you...,” and his voice trailed off but I knew
what he needed.
Still, now that I realized the problem I wasn't sure if there was
anything I COULD do, no matter how talented my mouth might be or how
horny he was. We weren't dealing with lack of desire or guilt. This was
medical and god only knew what it would take for him to have an erection
under the circumstances. Suddenly what looked to be a slam dunk in my
quest to get my fiancé to church was looking like a long shot instead.
Reaching down to his limp cock, I held it in my hand and tugged on it
gently. I looked up at him in his eyes, still holding his in the palm of
my hand and said, “Let’s see what I can do for you, OK Uncle Paul?”
I bent my knees and squatted down until my face was level with his
crotch. Putting one hand on his leg to support myself, I leaned forward
and took his cock in my mouth. Any other time and I would have loved to
start this way with a man. There’s something about starting when a man
is still soft and then feel him grow in my mouth that never failed to run
me on. Under the circumstance though, it was more worrisome than erotic.
“That feel so good,” he sighed as I started to work my tongue around the
shaft and licking him, “Julie won’t do anything these days. She hates it
when I can’t respond.” Normally once I started sucking a man’s cock it
was only a short while before I would feel SOMETHING. Every man seemed
to grow an erection at his own rate, some fast while others seem to be
more the slow and steady responders. Still, they ALL responded at least
a little but... all but my Uncle Paul it seemed. After a few minutes and
absolutely no response I was starting to get seriously worried. Damn it,
I’d never had a man that couldn’t get hard when I was naked in front of
him, especially with his dick in my mouth!
“God damn it... I’m so sorry Kelly,” he sighed.
Well, if HE was unhappy then how the hell did he think I felt? I’d NEVER
failed to get a man hard before and some of them had been on medication
as well. Crap, what the heck was he taking anyway?
Hearing how depressed he was becoming I knew THAT wasn’t helping matters
either. Talk about what was becoming a self-fulfilling prophesy. The
more he thought he couldn't do it, the more likely he wouldn’t unless I
did something... and did it quick.
I stood up and for a moment he seemed to think I had given up but I put
up a finger and told him to hand on a second. I quickly rummaged through
the bathroom drawers until I found what I was looking for - some baby
oil. It seems EVERYONE has baby oil in their bathroom, even though they
didn't have a baby. Grabbing the bottle, I turned away from the sink and
then lifted myself back up onto it, my bare ass suddenly feeling cold
against the chilly counter top.
Uncle Paul was watching me, stroking his dick in what appeared to be a
vain attempt at generating an erection. Well, who said a guy had to have
an erection to fuck a girl anyway? I spread the baby oil over my pussy,
lubing myself up liberally and the motioned for him to get closer.
Grabbing his cock, I did the same to it, applying a coating of baby oil
over it from the tip of the head down to his balls. Holding it as best I
could with the slippery covering of oil, I pressed it against my pussy,
trying to push it inside of me somehow.
“This isn’t going to work Kelly, I’m useless.”
“Just push Uncle Paul,” I urged him on.
I had him by the head and I literally stuffed him inside of me using my
fingers until the head was actually in me. He tried to push but his cock
just folded over on my pussy. He groaned in frustration but I wasn’t
ready to give up yet. With all the oil it was like trying to grab a
greased sausage but I slowly was able to stuff more and more of him in
me, even if he didn't dare stroke or anything.
“See? You’re in me Uncle Paul,” I finally gloated.
It might not have been exactly ready to burst me open or anything but it
WAS in me so legally he was fucking me. I smiled as I realized that next
Sunday Steve would be in the pew next to me.
Was it my imagination or did his shaft feel a little firmer than it had
before? Certainly it was still flaccid but I could have sworn that there
was something more there. I wiggled my hips, trying to stimulate his
dick in me. He now had it in me and if a warm wet pussy couldn’t get a
rise out of him, the I would have to declare a truce.
There it was again, not much but definitely something. I put my hand
between my leg and touched his dick with my fingertips. Mmmmmmm, there
WAS something happening. Not much but definitely there was something
going on in the right direction.
“It’s working Uncle Paul,” I whispered to him, rotating my hips even more
to rub my pussy against his dick in me. The odds of him attaining a full
erection were still pretty low but then I knew from past experience that
a man didn't have to be like a flag pole to cum. I’d fucked my share of
older men and while many of them could get just as erect as guys half
their age, it wasn't uncommon for them to get only semi-hard before they
shot their wad. Maybe I could stimulate my uncle enough for that to
happen... it was worth a shot anyway.
Uncle Paul put his hands on me, one under my butt and the other on my
breast. I felt him pressing into me, like he was willing himself to fuck
me. His medications were a hurdle to but I had the feeling I could feed
him placebos at this point and he still would get an erection because he
was convinced he couldn’t. The male mind was more powerful than any
drug!
There it was. A definite movement in me. While still no piece of pipe,
he was at least hard enough to move in me without flopping out and that
was a definite plus in his favor. The longer this went on, the more his
confidence grew and before long he was fucking me in short, small
stroked.
“Fuck me Uncle Paul... Fuck me,” I whispered to him, trying to urge him
on.
At this point I was playing to all his senses, trying everything and
anything to get him to cum in me.
When he came I wasn’t sure who was more surprised - me or him. Well,
most likely him since he as the first to know but he quickly told me and
I smiled, pleased at my success. He quickly pulled out and it was
evident that he hadn’t left anywhere near the bucket of cum that his
younger brother has left in me earlier. Still, it served both our
purposes.
“Thank you Kelly... god it’s been so long.” I looked at him and for a
moment I thought he was going to cry!
I couldn't imagine what it must be like to go without sex for so long. I
mean, for me to go one DAY is burden but to go over a YEAR? I’m not sure
I can even imagine such a thing.
I reached for a washrag and wetted it under the faucet with warm water.
This was far better than a paper towel in Steve’s truck! I cleaned
myself off as my uncle got himself back in order. He looked at his watch
and cursed.
“Shit, I’d better get back or somebody’s going to wonder,” he stammered.
I had a good feeling that by “somebody” he meant Aunt Julie but then I
didn't blame him.
“Thank you Kelly.. I really appreciated that,” he said as he started to
unlock the door. With that he opened it, checked to see that nobody was
looking, and then slipped out into that hallway, closing the door behind
him.
I sighed and rubbed the wet warm washcloth over my crotch. I was long
since cleaned off but it just felt so good against me. For a moment I
contemplated getting myself off but then I’d been gone far too long as
well. Besides, I knew Steve would be more than happy to help me with
anything I might need as soon as we got back to his place.
I retrieved my panties and slipped them on, the wet spot feeling cool
against my warm pussy. The dress was next and I checked myself out in
the mirror before heading back to the family room. Steve was having some
debate about sports with the guys and I pushed myself into the chair next
to him.
“Guess who’s going to church with me next week?” I said softly to him,
poking him the side.
THE END