Subject: My Fiancé Dreams of My Cousin Tammy
Story Codes: MF oral F-solo incest cousins
Diary Date: June 11, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Steve took the news of my incestual relationship with my father pretty
well. In fact, he even proposed to me a couple of days later! Even
though he's not exactly thrilled seeing me and my dad together, I suppose
one of the reasons he's OK with everything is because it also meant HE
can have sex with my family members - assuming they want it. While his
eyes have been mostly on my mother's younger sister - Aunt Linda, like
most men he can't resist my youngest cousin Tammy. Now she's eighteen,
soon to be nineteen, a brand new high school graduate. Even though she
has a serious relationship with her latest boyfriend, that wasn't going
to deter my fiancé!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Dealing with an Engagement and Incest
Chapter 2 – The Favorite Niece
Chapter 3 – Tammy Teases My Fiancé
Chapter 4 – Steve's Dream Realized
Chapter 1 – Dealing with an Engagement and Incest
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Incest and marriage are two institutions that would be totally
incompatible in The vast majority of families. Not because there’s
anything wrong with it but more due to the taboos and restrictions
engrained in our culture and society - not to mention the legal
prohibitions. Now I'm not referring to a husband and wife having incest
with their children but rather what happens when the product of an
incestuous family marries someone without a similar background.
Indeed, while many men tell me they lust for their daughters, nieces, or
others in their immediate families, I really have my doubts as to whether
most of them would be nearly as enthusiastic when it came to their wife
having sex with her father or brother, let alone his own father or
brother. Even those who claim to fantasize about having sex with their
own daughters are quick to say they would never actually do such things
with them, even if they had the opportunity - just some other guy's
daughter.
My mother's younger sister, my Aunt Linda, learned this lesson the hard
way. My grandfather took my mother's virginity when she was fourteen and
then soon afterwards he took my Linda's even though she was only twelve
at the time. Later in high school the two sisters both had sex with my
father and his younger brother Jim. My mom eventually was the one to
marry my dad but she still allowed her sister to have sex with her
husband as it was within her marriage family. Of course all during this
time my grandfather continued to have sex with both of his daughters
whenever he felt the urge. Just because they got married didn’t mean
they still relieve them of their responsibilities as daughters.
While my father was OK with my mom doing her dad and his brother, my Aunt
Linda wasn't so fortunate when it came her husband’s attitude.
Unfortunately she made the mistake of hiding everything from her husband
until after they got married. When she finally did reveal the true
situation to him he seemed to accept it but that didn't last very long
as the afterglow of the wedding ceremony wore off.
After my cousin Kristi was born and there was some question as to who the
father really was, he insisted that she stop having sex with other
members of her family. Eventually it got to where he issued her an
ultimatum - she either had to limit herself to having sex only with him
or they would have to get a divorce. It was a horrible decision for him
to force upon her and in the end she simply was left with no choice. If
there’s one thing that’s been instilled in me all my life, it's that your
family ALWAYS comes first. The divorce was tragic and my cousin has no
memory of her father. The situation has always served to remind me of
the importance of being up front with a man before you accept his
marriage proposal.
While I’ve vacillated over the years on how to deal with incest and
marriage, it wasn't until I was becoming more and more convinced that the
love of my life was about to propose that I knew that I had to take
action, and quickly. Fortunately Steve is a wonderful man and took the
news well - although I suspected that he didn't quite believe me at
first. However, once he witnessed for himself the true nature of my
relationship with my father he quickly realized that he didn’t have to
worry about "competing" with my dad for my love.
The act of a daughter submitting to her father’s needs is entirely
different from a woman giving herself to the man she loves. Most
importantly, he saw that it wasn't something perverted or kinky like you
see in those stupid “incest” porn videos. Rather it was more of an
extension of any normal father-daughter relationship. In fact he was so
comfortable with the whole thing that he proposed to me just a couple of
days later!
To be sure, Steve wasn’t the only one that had to deal with potential
sexual issues in our marriage. He had a few quirks of his own that I’ve
discovered since I put on his ring. I was raised by my mother to believe
that sex outside of marriage is adultery regardless of “consent”. The
key is, what is adultery? I was raised with the belief that your family
is the more important than any individual.
Thus when you marry someone it's not just that person you are vowing to
love and honor, it's their family as well. Given that sex is an
important part of any relationship, it just follows logically that sex
within the family is acceptable as well. Thus so long as Steve has sex
only with the women in my family, that is sex "within marriage" and thus
is not adultery. It also means I really have no say about who he fucks
in my family as once he’s my husband it’s his right to have sex with them
- just as it is mine.
It took me a while to explain this to Steve but through it all I
emphasized to him the biblical basis for my beliefs. If nothing else he
had the evidence right in front of him to see the results for himself.
When it finally dawned on him that I was essentially giving him
permission to have sex with the other women in my family, that clinched
the deal.
Unfortunately for Steve, not ALL the women in my family are involved in
incest - just my mom, my aunt and her daughter and my cousin Tammy.
While Tammy has had sex with her brother, father and uncle (my dad), her
ultra-conservative mother knows nothing about any of it, nor does her
older sister Kate. I've always felt a bit ambivalent about the fact that
not everyone in their family is involved but Tammy seems to have made the
best of it and if anything she seems more mature and responsible now than
her stuck-up older sister.
Steve certainly didn't take long to take advantage of the situation. In
fact, he fucked my Aunt Linda the same day we told my dad and her the
good news about our engagement in person while my dad was "celebrating"
with me. Since then he’s done my cousin Kristi a few times although much
to her chagrin he shows a definite preference for her mother. However,
to his frustration my cousin Tammy has been an elusive target.
I haven’t really helped in that so far I hadn't even brought up the
subject with her. We really don't see each other a lot but mainly
because she has been dating the same guy now for a year and they seem to
be getting pretty serious. In fact, my dad hasn't had a chance to fuck
her in over a year, almost two. Granted, now that she is approaching her
nineteenth birthday some of the lust he felt for her when she was
fourteen has dissipated but she’s turned into a pretty young woman that I
am sure he would still enjoy being with. If nothing else, she’s grown
the biggest boobs of all of us in her generation!
Earlier I mentioned that I was raised to believe that sex outside of
marriage was adultery and thus a sin against God - period, no exceptions,
no excuses. Thus for most of my life I begrudgingly accepted the fact
that when I finally got married it would mean that I would be 100%
faithful to my husband. Even if he was OK with it, I planned to follow
my mother's example and refuse to have sex with anyone outside our
marriage. Granted, my definition of sex as the penetration of a vagina
by a penis leaves a LOT of wiggle room - for instance blowjobs aren’t sex
technically.
Still, sex is sex and as such it would no longer be an option for me once
I took my marital vows. If anything that just goes to show yet another
reason why incest can be such a benefit to a marriage. Yes, I would be
married but that didn't mean I had to suddenly go cold turkey and
restrict myself to sex with one man. There would always be my father,
his two brothers and my cousin Rick to satisfy me as the need arose.
Then there was Steve’s younger brother but I haven’t seen him in over
twelve years so who knows what’s going on there.
That all said, what I hadn't counted on back when I made these decisions
were two things. One - my parents' divorce and two - my fiancé's
thoughts on the matter. There were a number of reasons why my parent
split after over 25 years of what I had always thought to be the perfect
marriage. What I didn't know was that while the marital “house” looked
perfect from the outside, in fact the foundation had been rotting from
the very beginning. My father had always wanted to swing but my mother
steadfastly refused, citing the fact that he had plenty of other
opportunities for sex within his own family and that should be enough to
satisfy any man. Maybe that would’ve been true for most men but my
father has an extraordinarily high sex drive which simply wasn't
satisfied by this arrangement.
The second reason, closely related to the first, was I hadn't counted on
my husband being so much like my father. Steve made it clear to me from
the start of our engagement that he expected us to continue having sex
with other people during our engagement and then after we got married -
and that meant outside the family as well. So far I’ve agreed to
experiment with him during our engagement but I still haven't made any
firm promises for after the marriage.
I’ve prayed a LOT about this and sought out advice from my most trusted
advisor - my mom. Steve and I have gone out with some other couples and
so far I have to say it's been really quite fun. Just as I didn't want
to repeat my aunt's mistake when it came to telling my fiancé about
incest (leading to divorce), I always don't want to repeat my mother's
mistakes as well (which resulted in her divorce).
So now it was getting close to summer. Tammy was graduating soon from
high school and heading off to college. She was still eighteen and if
Steve was going to get her before she turned nineteen he had only a few
weeks to get the job done. Now that I was his fiancé, I felt it was my
responsibility to help him realize his dreams. It was a bit of déjà vu
for me in that ten years earlier I’d done something very similar for my
dad. In that case I wasn't his fiancé of course but I WAS his daughter
and as such I also had certain responsibilities and obligations. I knew
my father had been craving his youngest niece and what better way for me
to make up to him for depriving him of having me at her age? Besides, it
also helped to quench some of the guilt I will always bear for not having
given myself to my dad when I was that age.
Chapter 2 – The Favorite Niece
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What is it in my family that makes the age of fourteen so special? My
mother gave her virginity to her father when she was fourteen (OK,
technically he took it but that's another story). I gave my virginity to
my boyfriend when I was fourteen. Kristi gave hers to one of her
mother's boyfriends when she was fourteen. Then there was my youngest
cousin Tammy who gave hers up when she was fourteen - to my father no
less. I don’t think there was ever any conscious decision or pact made
in the family about girls doing it at that age for the first time but
more like that was the age when it seemed to just naturally happen.
I have to say that I feel responsible for Tammy losing her virginity.
Not that I feel any regret, indeed I’m proud of my actions as I was the
one who arranged it all. I’ve often said that there is nothing that I’ve
ever done from a sexual perspective that I truly regret. Yes, there are
LOTS of things I will likely never do again, but unless it's really nasty
or perverted I like to try most anything at least once just for the
experience if nothing else.
K9 sex is probably the most extreme example and one of those things I
will never do again. Still I can’t honestly say that I regret doing it
as now I can say I did it and when someone talks about it I can relate to
it more than just having read about it. That doesn’t mean I have to
murder someone once just to know what it feels like, but in this case
nobody was hurt so what was the harm in trying it?
What I DO regret are all the things I’ve never done or opportunities
missed. At the top of that list with asterisks is one thing that will
haunt me for the rest of my life - not giving my virginity to my father.
People all tell me I shouldn't feel that way as at that age I had no idea
he even desired to fuck me. Looking back the signs were quite obvious
but what girl at that age thinks her father seriously dreams of having
sex with her?
By denying my father his rightful place I actually stole two things from
him - the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take his daughter's virginity
AND the opportunity to have sex with a fourteen year-old girl. Regarding
the first part, what greater gift can a daughter give to her father than
her virginity? Unfortunately it's not the sort of thing you can get a
refund on so you can give to someone else.
It was over two years after my first time before I had sex with my dad -
two years of countless missed opportunities not to mention I was sixteen
at the time which brings up the second point. Plainly speaking, my
father is a pedophile. I don’t mean that in a criminal sense, he just
enjoys young girls so by strict definition that’s what he is. His
extensive porn collection includes a huge and varied selection of
underage sex DVD's and photos. In his defense, it was always just a
fantasy for him and he never did anything with any underage girl before
he had sex with me and that didn't really count as it was incest. Later
when I went off to college he started fucking my cousin Kristi but she
was also sixteen at the time so it's not like it helped him reach his
"goal" of having sex with an even younger girl than me.
Since I started having sex with my dad and discovered just how devastated
he’d been when he learned I'd had sex with some boy before he could have
me, I’ve always felt guilty about it but then what could I do? It's not
like I could get in a time machine and go back for a do-over. Then I
started having sex with my dad's younger brother, closely followed by my
cousin Rick, Tammy's older brother. When Tammy "caught" me doing her
brother (thanks in no small part to me), she wanted to get started
although she only would blow her brother and his friends and she refused
to let any of them fuck her. It drove them all crazy but she had this
hang-up about not wanting her brother to be her first. She never would
say WHO she wanted it to be, but it definitely wasn't Rick.
Then one day our two families were at a campground, staying in a couple
of Rustic cabins. In short, I seized the opportunity to atone somewhat
for my guilt and took my cousin to my father where he had sex with her
for the first time. While nothing can ever fully compensate for the
terrible thing I did to my dad, helping him to take the virginity of my
fourteen year-old cousin certainly was a big step towards that goal. The
next day her father found out and took her for himself and from there,
well the rest is history. Even so, it was a long time before she let her
brother fuck her but eventually she did. It was inevitable I guess once
she started doing his friends.
Needless to say, Tammy quickly became her uncle’s favorite niece. At
fourteen she was simply cute as pie and her outward innocence belied the
little slut that lay just beneath the surface. While she never earned
quite the reputation that Kristi and I had enjoyed in high school, she
still managed to do pretty good for herself. Over the next few years my
dad enjoyed fucking her whenever the opportunity arose but as she got
older those times became fewer and farther between. After all, how do
you rationalize going off alone with your sixteen or seventeen year-old
niece without raising concerns from her mother?
Since turning eighteen last year, Tammy had been dating the same guy and
they became exclusive about six months or so ago. She still catches the
eyes of all the males at any family gathering but so far as I know none
of them, not even her father, has fucked her since she declared herself
as being exclusive for her boyfriend.
Now it was Steve’s turn to lust for my little cousin - who was not so
little anymore. Somewhere along the way the innocent little fourteen
year-old had been replaced by a savvy, sometimes even sultry eighteen
year-old. It was pretty easy for me to manipulate her when she was
barely a teenager but now how would I convince her to be with my fiancé?
I wasn't even sure if I could but I felt an obligation to at least give
it a shot.
Chapter 3 – Tammy Teases My Fiancé
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It had been ages since Tammy and I had done anything yet we had a pretty
long history. I was the first girl she had sex with and she was the
first girl under eighteen for me. Oh sure I’d played around with some of
my friends growing up but it was all just teasing and being “naughty” at
sleepovers and such. It was just the same “coming-of-age” rite of
passage that most girls work their way through rather than any sort of
rue sexual intimacy. Kissing a girlfriend as part of a dare doesn’t
exactly qualify as lesbian sex - regardless of where you kiss her.
When I got the invitation to Tammy’s graduation party one of the first
things that went through my mind was that I wanted to bring Steve and
then the second thing was I wondered how he would react to being so close
to Tammy. I’d told him everything about what had happened between me and
her, as well as between her and everyone else in the family. I even
allowed him to look through some of my dad’s photo albums - including the
“private” ones he kept of her that her mother would never see (or her
father). It was really something to see how much she had changed while
in high school.
The first photos back when she was just fourteen showed a girl with small
perky boobs and a figure that was more promising than delivered. With
each year it was interesting to see the changes in her hair - both on her
head and between her legs, and see how she had matured into a buxom young
women. From the photos it was obvious that she had a wide exhibitionist
streak and I teased poor Steve about the growing lump in his pants as we
would pause at various photos showing her in different positions doing
different things.
“Damn, your dad was one lucky son-of-a-bitch,” Steve sighed as I stopped
at one of my favorites - her mounted on my dad’s dick and just sitting on
him with this huge grin on her face.
She was obviously enjoying herself and from my dad’s expression the
feeling was mutual. I could remember taking the photo with his camera
like it was yesterday even though it was one of the first ones I had of
her doing my dad, back when they’d only done it a few times.
“You want her, don’t you?” I taunted him, rubbing his hardness through
his shorts.
“Give me a break Kelly, who wouldn’t?” he came back, advancing the
slideshow to a more recent shot of her.
She was sitting in a chair on our back deck, one bare leg swung up and
over the arm while the other was spread out to the side to give a perfect
view of her shaved pussy. It was from last summer during one of her
visits to our house so if anything, her boobs were even bigger now than
the ones prominently displayed in the photo.
“So say it... tell me what you want to do to her.”
Steve just groaned as I worked his dick out of his shorts and started to
stroke it with my hand. Mmmmmmm, it WAS obvious what he wanted but I
wanted to hear him say it. No matter that I knew what he was going to
say, it was so much sexier and erotic for him to say it out loud to me.
I advanced the slideshow to the next one where my dad was doing her in
the hot tub with her sitting on the edge with her legs and feet in the
water as he fucked her with him standing in the frothy water.
“God I want so bad to fuck her like that,” he finally confessed, “I’d
love to drill that pussy.”
“Well that was the only time my dad has done her in like forever so don’t
get your hopes up,” I warned him. Well, his hopes may or may not have
been up but something else certainly was!
“C’mon, Kelly... you GOT to get her to let me bang her,” he said,
practically begging me now as my hand expertly worked his cock. If
practice makes perfect I had to be an A+ student when it came to handling
his dick.
“Hmmmmmm, and just what do I get in return?” I responded seductively.
Steve reached over and pushed my head down to his lap. I knew what he
wanted and I was only too happy to fulfill his needs as my mouth took him
inside. God he tasted so good and I loved the feel of his hardness on my
tongue and lips.
Obviously watching my dad’s slideshow of his favorite Tammy shots had
Steve worked up pretty good. I only had to suck on him for less than a
minute and he started to spurt cum into my mouth. I knew he was horny
but this was ridiculous!
After he’d finished I sat back up again and opened my mouth, sticking out
my tongue so he could see his cum coating it. I started to lean forward
to kiss him but he pushed me away.
“You know better than that,” he admonished me.
He was right, I DID know better but it never hurt to tease him now and
then. It was no different than when he would tease me by rubbing his
dick up against my asshole and threaten to press it home. He knew full
well that I hated anal but he couldn't resist his feelings sometimes.
Just as he didn't actually fuck my ass, neither did I force him to kiss
me with my mouth full of his cum. If there was one thing I knew about
Steve, he was NOT gay. He claimed that he had never even tasted his own
cum and I believed him. The funny thing is that he loves to watch men
fuck me so it’s not the sight of another naked man that he can't stand,
it’s just even the idea of in any way touching another guy where he draws
the line.
I swallowed the gooey treat down and opened my mouth to prove it was all
cleared out but he still wouldn’t kiss me and I knew he wouldn’t until I
brushed my teeth. Oh well, it didn't really bother me that he had this
anti-cum fetish, so long as he gave it to me!
After that I knew I had to find some way for him to at least have a shot
at screwing my cousin. It was at best a long shot but how would I ever
know if I didn’t at least try?
The invitation to the grad party said it was to be a beach theme. It
helped that my aunt and uncle had this incredible in-ground pool. So
many times growing up I’d begged my parents to take me over to cool off.
I loved our hot tub and used it even on hot day but the pool was
certainly in a league of its own. Over the years I’d always had to
listen to my Aunt Sheri bitch and moan over my choice of bikinis. She
made her girls wear one-piece suits that looked like throwbacks to the
twenties. Eventually Tammy would rebel and try wearing more revealing
bikinis which was a constant source of disagreement between them.
Fortunately my mom would defend me and if anything, she encouraged me to
wear them all the more revealing because she knew it pissed my aunt off
so badly. I guess it goes without saying they didn't get along very
well.
This would be the first family gathering since Thanksgiving making it the
first time I was wearing my engagement ring to such a group. Of course
there would be plenty of other people there besides the family - friends
of Tammy from school for instance. It would be pretty crowded making
anything between my fiancé and Tammy almost impossible but that also
meant if something DID happen then it would be all the better under the
circumstances.
Steve picked me up as well as Kristi to take us over. Neither of us were
ready as he showed up a few minutes early so he waited in the living room
for us. Kristi was the first to head down the stairs which didn't
surprise me. Steve had sort of become her own personal project. The
fact that he was marrying me AND he seemed to prefer her mother over her
combined to make him her personal challenge.
What made it funny was that Steve knew what she was trying to do - I’m
not marrying no dummy, and he was relentless when it came to teasing her.
He’d fucked her a few times when Steve and I had been dating but since
the engagement he’d only done her once - and that was with me there as
well. Since then she’d practically tried everything but pinning him down
and jumping on his cock, without success. Steve thought it was hilarious
and he would tell me all about her latest antics later when we were
having sex. It was great in that I could tell she turned him on and if
anything, I was the beneficiary!
Heading downstairs myself, sure enough there was Kristi sitting in the
overstuffed chair across from Steve, wearing one of her favorite thong
bikinis with one hand pulling the bottoms over to the side and the other
with a finger up in her.
“Ummmmm, something I should know about it?” I asked innocently. Kristi
just glared at me as she pulled her finger out and straightened up her
bottom.
“Are you SURE he isn’t gay?” she huffed, pulling on a pair of tight gym
shorts over her thong.
Steve just looked at me and put his hand up as if to say what could he do
about it? I didn't blame him. If anything it made me love him all the
more as not many men could have sat there and watched such as show
without accepting the invitation. Not to mention the fact I got a kick
out of seeing Kristi so frustrated. It’s not like she was accustomed to
being turned down by guys!
I was also wearing a pair of grey gym shorts but I had on a loose tank
top over my bikini top. My thong wasn’t nearly as revealing as Kristi's
but then I already had my guy whereas Kristi was constantly trolling. I
didn't mind showing off a bit myself but it was a public party and I
wasn't too sure who would be there. Discretion apparently wasn't a part
of my cousin’s vocabulary.
It was only a few minutes to get to my aunt and uncle’s place and from
the cars lined up on the brick street it was obvious there had been a
pretty large invitation list. Outside the house was a sign that said,
“Congratulations Tammy” with balloons. A few other people I didn't
recognize were walking up to the house just ahead of us so the door was
open when we got there.
Tammy was there to greet people as they arrived and she gave me and
Kristi a big hug when we stepped inside. She looked at Steve and for a
moment I wasn't sure what was going to happen but then she gave him a big
hug as well although there was no kiss. I watched as her boobs crushed
yup against him firm chest and I knew he had to feel them against him.
It wouldn’t have surprised me to see something start to protrude out from
his shorts but somehow he managed to keep things under control.
We were directed to the back yard where a small tent was set up with food
and beverages. Everyone was walking around, talking and gabbing. Most
people were dressed in summer clothes - shorts and stuff, but there were
a few in swim suits. For the most part they were like any others you’d
see that local pool or beach, that is until Kristi dropped her shorts,
exposing her all but bare ass to the world. It was like someone had
sounded off a horn as every male pair of eyes looked her way, to be
countered by more than a few pointed elbows in their sides by some of the
wives who clearly disapproved.
Leaving Kristi to her devices, Steve and I made the mandatory rounds,
saying hello to the people we knew, showing off my ring of course to
everyone who would look - and even those who didn't seem to care.
Everyone asked about the upcoming wedding and it made me realize yet
again that it was barely two months away!
Tammy finally made her way to the back and I saw Steve staring at her.
It was my turn to poke.
“Don’t STARE for god’s sake,” I hissed at him, “People will notice.”
“Why not? Everyone else is looking at her too?” he countered.
He was right but that was more because she was the graduate and not
because she was stripping. Indeed, she was dressed relatively
conservatively, most likely at the firm direction of her mother. She
might have been only days away from turning nineteen but her mother still
ruled the house. She was wearing a cute little sundress, light blue with
a peasant girl top that showed off her large boobs to their maximum
effect, aided by the lack of shoulder straps. She had her had pulled
back and the color of the dress accented her skin tone. She was about to
be a college girl and she looked radiant!
“Just make sure you control yourself,” I warned him, giving him a quick
pat on the front but not enough that anyone would notice.
Steve just chuckled and then I heard him drawing a breath again. I
followed his gaze and there was my Aunt Linda helping her sister-in-law
with the food. She was wearing a nice pair of white shorts, not TOO
short but more so than most women in their forties would wear and they
showed of her bottom nicely.
“Ok horny boy, why don’t you go over and talk to her?” I suggested.
Actually I wanted a chance to talk to Tammy privately but I hadn’t
figured out how to get Steve to give me a few moments alone. Well, I
didn't have to tell him twice and he was heading over to where my aunt
was setting out more food and drinks.
Now that I had a small window of opportunity, I went straight to Tammy
and when she was finished talking to some couple and moving away I
grabbed her and motioned that I wanted to speak to her off to the side.
“Hey Kelly, you’re looking good today. Thanks so much for coming to my
party. And thanks for bringing that hunk fiancé with you too,” she said
in a low tone with a sly grin.
She was just being sociable but till, it as an opening and I took
advantage of it.
“You know he was staring at you before,” I said off-handedly.
“Oh really? That was sweet of him,” he said but there wasn’t much
feeling behind it, more like she was just keeping up conversation.
“So how are things with you and Greg?” I asked. Now THAT brought a smile
to her face and she practically lit up like a light bulb.
“He’ll be over later, he has to work.”
I didn't really know how to broach the subject delicately so I decided to
just go for it.
“You know, Steve wants to fuck you.”
Tammy’s eyes widened and for a moment I think she thought I was just
teasing her but then she saw I was serious and her face became more
serious as well.
“Ummmmm, I don’t know what to say Kelly,” she said hesitantly, “Like,
that’s really cool but I don’t do that anymore. You know, Greg and all.”
“Not even Rick?”
“Not since last year... He’s pretty mad about it but I don’t care.”
“And your dad?”
“Well you know how I feel about him.”
Indeed, I didn't blame her for not fucking her dad any more. He was such
an asshole that I’d stopped letting him fuck me years ago and the only
time since then was when my dad asked me to so he could fuck Tammy.
“I know about Greg but Steve REALLY wants you,” I tried to explain, “I
showed him my dad’s collection and now it’s like all he talks about.”
“You showed him THOSE?” she said, suddenly looking a little upset.
“Tammy, he’s going to be my husband soon so I didn't think it would
hurt,” I said, sorry now that I’d mentioned it but all the more committed
to seeing this through. “Would you consider doing him just once, just
for old time’s sake?”
Tammy frowned and shook her head. “I can't Kelly, sorry. I promised
Greg I wouldn’t do other guys. Plus he doesn’t know about my family
crap.”
I didn't know what more I could say. She’d obviously made up her mind
about sex outside of her relationship and I had to respect her for it.
Still, it didn't make it any easier for me to have to go back and give
Steve the news. There was one last thing I could try.
“Not even a tease?”
Tammy looked at me with her eyes fixed on mine. “What do you mean by
that?”
“Well, if you’re not gonna fuck him, how about at least letting him see
you a bit more? I mean, how about just a BJ?”
Tammy frowned again. “Kelly, I know you claim a blowjob isn’t sex but I
don’t subscribe to that theory. Pussy, mouth, it’s still sex.”
“So after all I’ve done for you, you won’t help me out even a little
bit?” I whined.
Tammy’s shoulders dropped and I could see she was conflicted. Rather
than push her any further I waited patiently - or not so patiently.
“I’ll think about it... OK? No promises.”
That was probably the best I was going to get out of her and by then the
crowd had moved in towards us and she turned to greet newcomers. I made
my way back to the kitchen where my Aunt Sheri was cutting up more
vegetables.
“Can I help?” I offered. Inwardly I prayed she would say no as the less
time I spent even in the same room as her the better.
“Thanks Kelly, I really could use the help. I don’t know where Linda
escaped to. She promised me she would help and now she’s run off
somewhere.”
Damn, talk about bad news on all different levels. First, now I was
stuck doing a task I hated for a woman I couldn't stand. As if that
wasn't bad enough, I had a pretty good feeling as to why my aunt had
dropped from sight - along with my fiancé.
For the next half hour or so it was like hell as I cut up things and
tried to arrange them on the plates. Of course I could never do it the
way she wanted it and everything I did she criticized and complained
about but in the end we got the food ready. Just as I was carrying out
the last batch my Aunt Linda appeared. From the flush in her face and
the glow that seemed to radiate from her I knew she’d just been fucked -
and no doubt by my own horny fiancé.
“Tell me you didn’t,” I said to her when my Aunt Sheri had vacated the
kitchen, leaving just the two of us there.
“Do what” she asked, the grin on her face belying any innocence in her
reaction.
“You know damn well what - fucking my fiancé.”
“Ohhhhhh, you mean THAT!” she said, acting as though she had no idea up
until then what I was referring to, “You know, that boy of yours really
knows how to please a lady.”
“Yes he does but then how would you know?’ I teased. She acted as though
she was shocked I should infer such a thing and then we both busted out
laughing and then we hugged. She sneaked in a quick kiss on my lips but
nothing more as we had no idea who might walk in at any time.
I just shook my head in mock disbelief. I should have known this would
happen from the way Steve had reacted when he saw her earlier. As to who
actually initiated everything, that would have to wait until later to
find out but I knew Steve would be anxious to tell me all the details the
next time we had sex.
It was time to head out to the pool where a number of guests had gathered
and more than a few had already jumped in. It was mostly the kids but a
few adults were in the water - including Steve and Kristi. Kristi was
riding on Steve’s back, her arms around his neck with her legs wrapped
around him. There didn't seem to be any funny business going but then
that would have been pretty hard with everyone around them. This wasn't
like at the lake where the darker water allowed for more interesting
things to do with people close by.
Shedding my shorts and top, I laid back in one of the lounge chairs and
felt the warm sun against my skin. Memories of some of the things I’d
done in this very chair came flooding back - back from days when my uncle
hadn’t been quite such as an asshole. I knew that my uncle hated my aunt
and why they never divorced was always a mystery to me. In the end I
figured he was just too greedy and selfish to take the financial hit a
divorce would bring. It certainly wasn't because he was afraid of
breaking up his family as he treated all his kids like crap. Sometimes I
think the main reason he wanted to fuck me and Tammy was more to get back
at Aunt Shari. Even if she never found out - and heaven help us all if
she ever did, the act of betrayal seemed to get him off as much as the
actual sex. Hence some of my memories out here by the pool where it
seemed he especially liked to fuck us when she was in the house.
I closed my eyes and felt the warm sunlight drenching me. My thoughts
focused on how scared I had been the first time we insisted he fuck me
while just being out of sight of the kitchen window where she was doing
dishes. I say scared not because I was worried she would be upset - THAT
was a given. I was scared for my physical health more than anything as
it wouldn’t surprise me if she came out with a gun had she any idea of
what her husband was doing to his niece and daughter right under her
nose.
Just in time I caught myself as I realized my hand was starting to move
between my legs. Now THAT would have been interesting - to say the
least. Maybe under different circumstances but not with all these people
surrounding me, most of who I didn't even recognize. I lifted my head
and shaded my eyes with my palm and tried to locate Steve in the pool
which was starting to become more crowded as the sun grew even hotter. I
finally spotted him with Kristi clinging to him like a leech - albeit a
sexy leech. As much as sometimes she frustrated me, one look with those
brown doe-eyes and the hint of a naughty pout and she could melt the
heart of the most hardened person meaning I never stood a chance.
They seemed to be doing just fine by themselves so I laid my head back
down and shut my eyes against the intrusive sun. Finally it just was too
bright so I rolled over onto my stomach and crossed my arms under my head
to form a pillow. I was distinctly conscious that my ass was on full
display but that never had been a problem for me before - and certainly
wasn’t today. Besides, it wasn't like I was wearing a barely-there
string thing like Kristi’s.
The sun felt soooooo good on my back and legs. I found myself dreaming
about Steve getting out of the pool, the cool water dripping off his
muscular frame as he approached me and removed my bikini - first the
bottoms and then the top. God I wanted him to fuck me. Mmmmmmm, the
thought made me tingle.
Chapter 4 – Steve's Dream Realized
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“Kelly... Kelly... wake up, you’re gonna burn.”
For a moment I felt totally disoriented. I thought I was in my bed and
if so, who was nudging me? And why was the sun shining in my bedroom?
Then my sleepy eyes slowly opened and I started to focus on the people
around me. Oh yeah! I was at Tammy’s graduation party. I looked up and
saw Kristi kneeling down next to me, her cool hand on my warm back slowly
pushing on me.
“Dang it... I must have fallen asleep,” I finally managed to say, my
voice a bit shaky as my throat was feeling terribly dry.
“Yeah, you’ve been out like a light,” she giggled, “How you can sleep
with all this commotion is beyond me!”
“What time is it?” I asked, my eyes still not quite focused. She told me
and I quickly did the arithmetic - it had been over half an hour, at
least, maybe a little more. Sheesh, she was right; how DID I fall asleep
with all the people and noise everywhere.
“Where’s Steve?” I asked, sitting up as she stood up in front of me.
Kristi just grinned at me like the cat who’d just eaten the most
delicious mouse.
“OK, what’s going on?” I asked, my suspicions immediately rising. She
only got this look on her when she had some major secret to tell me and
she was dying to spill the beans. My cousin was never much of one to
keep a secret.
“Oh I’m sure you’ll be hearing all about it,” she teased. I rolled my
eyes at her and sighed, “C’mon, what’s with all the secrecy?”
“I promised I wouldn’t tell you but since you’re forcing me too...”
Yeah right, like I had her arm twisted behind her back.
“Let’s just say the guest of honor or your fiancé disappeared for a
while... and now he’s looking like some kids after getting laid for the
first time.”
I stared at her, my ears hardly believing what I’d just heard. Damn,
what had I missed by allowing myself to drift off like that? I looked
around to be sure nobody could overhear me and asked, “So what happened?
Did she put out for him?”
Her smile sort of sagged at that point. “Well to be honest I really
don’t know,” she confessed, obviously unhappy with her lack of knowledge,
“I was hoping maybe YOU could find out and then let me know all the
details.”
For a moment I couldn’t help but take a bit of delight over her
frustration. It had to be killing her not to know what had happened!
“So where are they?”
Kristi nodded her head back towards the house. “Tammy’s talking to some
of her friends and I think your boyfriend is hitting on my mom again.
Guess once wasn't enough.”
“Fiancé,” I corrected her.
“Whatever!” she huffed, walking away from me with that.
I grabbed my shorts and headed for the house where I found Steve in the
kitchen with my two aunts, helping with the dishes of all things. Wow,
he must have REALLY been horny still for my aunt as if there was one
thing he was not, it was domesticated. Steve’s concept of dishwashing
was to run them under the sink to get the big stuff off and then
overloading the dishwasher.
“Ummmmm, honey... can I see you for a moment?” I said after I stepped in
the kitchen.
“Watcha need Kelly, sort of busy right now,” he replied, grinning at my
Aunt Linda who just rolled her eyes upward and handed him another dish to
clean.
“Out here... NOW,” I said a little more forcefully. My aunts looked at
each other and for once they both grinned together.
“Boy Steve, looks like we know who’s calling the shots in this marriage,”
Aunt Linda cracked, a naughty grin helping to make it not sound so
intense.
Steve just shrugged at them and retorted with a grin, “The things a guy
has to do to get laid.”
My Aunt Linda laughed at that one while my Aunt Sheri got this funny look
on her face like she really didn't know how to react. In any case, I
took advantage of the situation and motioned for him to come out to the
back with me. Once out there I turned to him and with as stern a face as
I could muster, asked him, “OK buster... what the hell went on between
you and Tammy while I was passed out by the pool?”
Steve licked his lips nervously and then the corners of his mouth started
to rise in a grin.
“Would you believe me if I said I fucked her?”
“No, I wouldn’t. Try again.”
Steve raised his eyebrows at that and came back with, “Why do you say
that? Don’t you think I had a shot at her?”
Rather than answer, I let my silence send the message. Finally he broke
into a huge grin, looked around us real quick to be sure the coast was
clear. “OK, OK, so she wouldn’t let me... not that I didn’t TRY, mind
you. All she did was suck me dry. Damn that girl must have an internal
vacuum system running in her belly.”
Great, and I had to be sleeping and miss it all.
“So where the heck did you do it?” I asked incredulously. Like the place
was packed so where had they gone to get the necessary privacy.
“Downstairs in their bedroom, nobody was there,” he said matter-of-
factly.
“So she really sucked you?” I asked again, needing to hear it at least
one more time before I could believe my ears.
“Like I said, she took it in her mouth and never let it go until I’d
finished cumming and then she swallowed it all down without so much as a
peep. Damn she was incredible. She even let me strip her before she did
it. Shit, those photos your dad has don’t do her justice, that’s for
sure.”
“But you didn't fuck her,” I asked just to be sure I had it straight.
“No but it was close. After I stripped her she let me eat her out and
then I tried to get it in her but just as I started to push she backed
away. Damn Kelly, I was like THIS close!”
“Well maybe next time,” I tried to console him.
Steve frowned and he looked a bit rueful. “I don’t know about that. She
said she was doing this just once for you and to make sure I told you
that. What the hell did you two discuss anyway?”
It was my turn to keep a secret so I just smiled at him playfully and let
his imagination do the work for me.
“You owe me one,” I informed him.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he sighed, his eyes getting this faraway look in
them.
With that we said goodbye to Tammy and my Aunt Linda and my dad. Kristi
said she would get a ride back from her mom so that left just me and
Steve - perfectly fine with me as I intended to cash in my IOU as soon as
we got back to my place!
THE END