Subject: Three Course Easter Dinner
Story Codes: MF incest cousins father daughter uncle niece
Diary Date: April 20, 2014
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Sure the family meal was good but along the way I had my own menu which
satisfied more than just my stomach!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Ghosts of Easters Past
Chapter 3 - Appetizers
Chapter 4 - Main Course
Chapter 5 - Dessert
Chapter 1 - Ghosts of Easters Past
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Easter has always been a special time for me. Special because family
means so much to me and every time we get together I love the feeling of
belonging and the sense of history as the generations gather.
As with most things in life, I’ve learned that getting older has it’s
pros and cons. One thing I never really realized as a teenager and that
was just how much I could get away with. Oh sure I knew I could do a
lot, but I had nothing to reference it against so the appreciation of my
freedom wasn’t there until I got older. Again, like so many things in
life, you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone.
When I was sixteen, sure people may have disapproved of the way I
dressed, perhaps even calling me a slut behind my back (and sometimes
directly to me), but nobody actually stopped and told me to change or
that I was dressed in appropriately. Even at church I could wear a short
skirt or a tight top without a bra and go unchallenged. Well, now that
I’m 29 those days are past me! Heaven forbid that I should show up with
my nipples poling through, or a skirt that reveals just a little too much
upper thigh. Apparently now it’s OK for any nag to complain and for a
church elder to pull me aside and ask me to please consider wearing
something different.
I could go on with a hundred examples but you get the picture. Just go
to a store today and look at the girls, at how they dress and act. You
don’t see their moms doing it! And don’t tell me it’s because their
mothers don’t wish they could. No, they just know what would happen if
they did.
So it was with the annual Easter family gathering. Well, I guess the
same applied to any time we were together. When I was little I could sit
on my uncles laps and my dress would gather up, exposing my panties and
everyone would laugh and say how cute I was. As a teenager things
became a little more restrictive but so far as my uncles were concerned,
they didn’t mind at all if my skirts rode up. It was my aunts that
caused the ruckus but even they would mostly just cluck and half-
heartedly say something about how I was getting older and they should
know better. In some ways I guess it helped I had history behind me so
it was a small progression each year, not like a girl just came up and
jumped in their lap exposing herself.
I suppose my aunts might not have been as easy to placate had they known
everything that was going on behind their backs.
Easter gatherings have been fodder for my diary in a number of years:
03/27/2005 Teasing My Uncles at Easter
04/15/2006 Easter at Brenda's
04/04/2010 Easter Uncle
04/24/2011 Easter Uncles
As I’ve always said, my diary is not a complete biography of every sexual
event in my life, not even close for that matter. It takes a lot of time
and effort to put it all down so I limit my efforts to times that have
had a significant impact on my life, both positive and negative. I guess
you could say my goal is that anyone reading my entire diary should have
a pretty good understanding of not only WHO I am today but also WHY I am
that person.
Of course that leaves a LOT out of my diary. With regards to Easter that
would include one of my more memorable ones, at least for me personally.
While it wasn’t anything all that extensive, it was the first Easter
family gathering after I had started having sex with my father. We’d
been doing it since the previous summer so the initial excitement and
fury had died somewhat but that didn’t mean I loved it any less or didn’t
look forward to him doing me anytime he wanted me. I was seventeen and
firmly established as the school slut which was no small task mind you if
you knew some of my competition - including my own cousin!
At the time, while my mom had revealed quite a few family secrets once my
dad and got started, there were still a number of things she’d kept from
me. For instance, I didn’t know she’d been fucking my dad’s older
brother Paul since high school but then my own dad wasn’t aware either!
The only incestual sex for me involved my parents and Aunt Linda. Sure I
played around a little with my cousin Kristi but nothing more than I did
with most of my other friends from time to time when we got horny and
whatever at a sleepover or something like that.
Of course back then nobody outside of my parents and aunt knew my dad and
I were having sex. Like wow, my other aunts would have had a cow if they
even had a clue of anything even remotely hinting in that direction. All
of course which just made it all the hotter for my dad when he did me
that Easter with all of them nearby. It helped that this Easter we all
met at our house so it was easier to run up to my bedroom and do it quick
without drawing attention. Still, I could tell from the way he as
fucking me as he looked out my window to the deck below where everyone
had gathered that he was super turned on.
One thing I can say about Easter dinners... whether or not you read it
about it in my diary, I got laid at every one after that. As time went
by the potential list of cocks hungry for my pussy grew as my circle of
incestual relationships expanded. First there was my dad’s younger
brother Jim, followed by his son my cousin Rick. Eventually it even came
to include my cousin Tammy, Rick’s younger sister. Most years it was
more the equivalent of getting my ticket punched, so to say. It’s like
once you get s streak started you don’t want to ruin it. I can’t say it
was exactly difficult to find someone willing to help!
Easter dinner sex is always exciting, though, regardless of the intensity
or who is doing me. It has all the elements that really turn me on -
incest (I mean other than with my dad which is a special case), doing a
husband behind his wife’s back (as in the case with both of my uncles),
and semi-public sex (the rest of my family was never that far away).
Chapter 2 - Appetizers
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Yes it was Easter but it was also a Sunday and that means I have a
tradition to uphold. The great thing about it is that not only does it
maintain our traditions, but it also serves to fulfill my obligations to
my father, at least until the next time he needs me.
This tradition traces its roots back to when I was still in high school,
living at home. It all started one morning when my dad must have woken
up extra horny. My bedroom was right across the hall from the bathroom
and given I never shut the door he could see me as he went in. I’d been
sleeping in the nude since I was twelve and typically threw off the
covers at night (a trait that to this day annoys my husband to no end,
LOL). Apparently that morning the sight of his naked daughter sound
asleep in bed was more than he could resist. Not wanting to wake me, he
didn’t touch me but rather just stood over me and jerked off until
finally he came. I never woke up and only was aware of what had happened
when I felt the dried cum all over my boobs and stomach. I mean like I’d
been having sex long enough to recognize dried cum when I saw it.
I didn’t mention it to my mom, figuring he just must have been a little
more horny than she’d been willing to take care and I didn’t want her to
feel like she’d neglected him or failed to satisfy him. At the time I
assumed it was just an anomaly and more or less forgot about it until the
next morning when I awoke with another helping of dried cum on me. It
would seem that once he got a taste of this new forbidden pleasure that
once hadn’t been enough! Not that it was technically forbidden - my dad
knew he could have me in whatever way he wanted, anytime he wanted. But
it was something we hadn’t talked about beforehand and so far at least,
not afterwards either.
The next morning I was more alert and woke when I heard him getting out
of bed. I pretended to be asleep when he came in this time and I could
hear him grunting softly as he started to masturbate. Opening my eyes, I
grinned at him and asked why he didn’t just ask me to help him.
Well, one thing led to another and over time it became our daily morning
ritual. It was like a game for him, seeing what he could do with me
without waking me. Just jerking off and squirting on me was too easy so
he started trying to get me to suck him in my sleep and eventually to
fuck me while sound asleep. Now I can be a pretty sound sleeper and all
but having an erection poking me in the mouth or pushing into my pussy is
usually more than enough to wake me pretty quick. Even so, if I was
particularly tired there were a few memorable times when by the time I
woke up, he was buried all the way inside of me.
That was all well and good while I was in high school or home on break.
But once I moved out into my own place one of the casualties was our
little morning tryst. Yet just as that one had started as a supposed
one-time thing that grew into an every-day tradition, so did what today
is our most enduring tradition - the Sunday pre-church fuck.
I actually don’t remember exactly when this exactly started but the point
being my dad and I have always tried to attend church together since I
was a little girl. Of course back then my mom was there too but these
days it’s just him and me. Parking was always an issue so I would pick
him up since it would have been totally out of his way to stop by my
place. One day I was a little early and he wasn’t waiting at the door so
I went in the house to see how things were going where I surprised him
when I entered the bedroom where he was buttoning his shirt but had yet
to put on his underwear and pants. Of course the first thing that caught
my eye was his cock hanging down flaccid, emerging from the thick pubic
hair that surrounded the base.
We had some time so why waste it? He simply stayed as he was as I leaned
over the bed and he lifted my skirt over my butt and pulled my thong
aside. It was just a quickie and when he came not long after he filled
me with his cum, holding himself in me afterwards to keep it in me. I
was in heaven! Not wanting to be late, there wasn’t much time to clean
up so we ended up sitting side by side in the pew with most of his cum
still in me. Thankfully my thong was a little wider over my pussy than
some of my others and so while it was soon soaked with his cum as it
leaked out of me, it did manage to act as a dam to keep it from spilling
down onto my skirt under me.
Afterwards in the parking lot as I prepared to pull out I lifted my skirt
to show him my cum-soaked pussy which of course turned him on immensely.
Next thing you know he wanted to do it every Sunday before church,
bringing me with him with my freshly fucked pussy filled with incestuous
sperm. Well, I have to say it was more than just a bit of a turn-on for
me as well as I would feel it leak out of me right there in the middle of
the service! OMG, I could just imagine what some of the more
sanctimonious bitches who were always complaining about how my cousin and
I dressed for church would say if they had any clue at all what was going
on between my legs.
*********************
If there’s one area where Steve and I probably differ the most, it’s
church and religion. I like to think that Steve is saved and a Christian
but he’s one of those “Christmas and Easter” attendees when it comes to
church. I guess it’s more a matter of upbringing since his mother never
attends church either and thus never instilled the same beliefs that my
parents did with me.
There’s that and the little matter that Steve is not exactly thrilled
that my dad fucks me. Oh sure, like most men he gets off reading about
nicest and watching the fake porn videos but when it comes to his own
family, no way. When we first started dating his own sister was so
jealous of me but no matter how she flaunted herself to him, he simply
refused to even respond to her advances. While my husband has a really
weird relationship with his mother, they don’t go so far as to actually
have sex. When I thought Steve was getting ready to propose to me, I
knew I had to address the situation based on some past bad experience
both of my own and others in my family. When I finally told him, he
figured I was just teasing him again and it wasn’t until he secretly
watched my dad fucking me that he truly believed me. Still, that was the
first - and last, time Steve ever watched my dad fuck me.
So put all that together and it’s not hard to see why my weekly trips to
my dad’s place were solo events with Steve sleeping in or otherwise doing
whatever he fancied on Sunday mornings. There were a few times when he
would come with me but that was just because he was horny for my Aunt
Linda and they would go off separately in the house to have sex while my
dad did me. Typically they were still going at it by the time we’d
finished and left so it wasn’t like we did anything together.
The standard exceptions were Christmas and Easter when Steve would resign
himself to attending church with me and so would come with me. In those
cases the standard drill still applied in that he and my aunt would do
their own thing but in this case they had to hurry so to be ready when my
dad and I had finished and were ready to leave.
And so it was for Easter, 2014. Steve grumbled but he got up early for
once on Sunday and even wore a coat and tie! As much as he tried to
appear unhappy about the whole thing, I knew better. Steve and my Aunt
Linda had developed a close bond over the past couple of years, almost
like that of a mother and son. Of course the biggest difference between
her and his real mother was this “mother” was that what they had was all
about sex. It’s not like they ever got together for coffee or just to
talk. Each of them wanted just one thing from the other - to be fucked.
In addition, Aunt Linda was also his connection to another source of
satisfaction for him - young pussy. It was nothing extreme along the
lines of my father’s own interest in the genre, but Steve has definitely
acquired a taste for 12-14 year-old pussy! Not that I blamed my aunt for
his newly acquired interests. Yes, it was through her connections that
he was able to do what most men can only fantasize about, but in the end
he was the one that made the final decisions.
So for Steve to gripe about having to go with me this morning was more
about church than going to my dad’s. Had it been up to him I’m sure it
would have been business as usual with him staying behind with Aunt Linda
while my dad and I attended the service. Well, he could just deal with
it so far as I was concerned. Twice a year wasn’t too much to ask in my
opinion.
My hopes had been to show up to my dad’s place with plenty of time so
that we wouldn’t have to rush. Given it was Easter, I knew the church
would be packed with folks like Steve so it wouldn’t do to show up
fashionably late as we sometimes did. Still, despite my best efforts we
showed up with less than a half hour before the absolute deadline for
leaving again. Oh well, it would just have to do. Actually it was
longer than most other times so it wasn’t like I was worried we wouldn’t
have enough time. The whole point of this was to make my dad cum inside
of me after all. If there was enough time for me to orgasm, that was
just icing on the cake. What was important to me was satisfying my dad’s
hunger. I had complete confidence that thirty minutes was PLENTY of time
given the low bar being set. Heck, it might even be enough time for my
horny husband to cum twice!
“Mmmmmmm, my baby girl!” my dad greeted me at the door when we arrived.
He was fully dressed, ready for church complete with tie. He waited
until I was in the house out of sight from the neighbors before putting
his arms around me and giving me a long kiss on the mouth, his hands
immediately grabbing my ass over my dress.
“And how’s my boy doing?” I heard my aunt greet my husband.
She took him by the hand and they immediately took off for the family
room downstairs without further ado. Everyone was aware of my husband’s
phobia when it came to watching me being intimate with my dad. Sheesh,
for a guy who loved nothing more than to watch his wife being fucked by
other men (and women at times), he could certainly be a pain in the ass
when it came to my own father. It just goes to show that everyone has
their own views about incest and even when someone is exposed to what I
would call a wonderful example of “good” incest they can still not
understand the relationship and what it means to those involved.
I’ve always contended that if Steve could just get past his hang-ups
about sex with his mom that he would for sure understand how it was
between me and my dad. The funny thing about it is that Steve HAS fucked
his mother - back when we were first dating and she “caught” him and me
fucking in their home. At the time they certainly didn’t seem to be
bothered by it but something happened afterwards that changed everything.
Neither of them have ever confided in me exactly what that was; all I
know is whatever happened it completely changed the game.
In any case, their departure left me alone in the hallway with my dad.
“Fuck me daddy,” I said to him, uttering those three words that I knew
turned him more than anything that I, or anyone else for that matter, had
ever said to him.
“Oh Kelly... my baby girl,” he groaned as his hands pulled my dress up so
that he could grab my all but bare ass underneath. It’s not the thing
underneath was getting in the way. “Tell me again.”
I smiled, knowing that I could probably say it a dozen times and he’d
want to hear it again.
“Fuck me daddy... fuck me good.”
I felt the pressure against my pussy as my dad leaned in against me. His
hands spread my butt cheeks apart as I heard him groan softly. Then the
pressure increase sharply as drove his incestuous dick into me. God it
felt incredible! Whenever I have sex, it’s that first moment when I fell
a cock spreading me apart and forcing its way into me that never ceases
to make me gasp. When that dick belongs to my dad, it only makes it all
the more special. It’s been almost thirteen years now since I first felt
him inside of me and although that moment has been repeated now literally
hundreds of time, each time is special. It’s more than just being
fucked, more than just having sex. It’s my own father joining his body
with mine, a piece of him burying itself deep within me, taking me as
his.
“God you feel so good,” he groaned deeply as he drove himself in deeper
until I could feel him bottom out against my butt. He gave one extra
push as I leaned against the wall with my ass pushed out against him.
With his hands now planted on my hips, he began to thrust himself into
me, drawing himself out slowly each time until he almost pulled out and
then quickly driving his dick back into me again. Pausing for just a
second or so before repeating the process.
“Faster daddy, fuck me faster!”
My words encouraged him and he stopped pausing after each penetration,
pistoning himself in and out of me now rhythmically with a grunt each
time he pushed up against me. Using his hands, he pushed me forward and
backwards as he fucked me while I spread my legs even further apart to
keep my balance.
“Getting close...,” he gasped, his hands gripping me even tighter.
“Cum in my pussy daddy... I want your cum inside of me!”
Yeah, like I really had to tell him but I knew he loved it when I did.
As I mentioned, my dad has fucked me hundreds of times since I was that
sixteen year-old teenager hungry for the special love of her father. I’d
say at least 95% of the time he would cum in my pussy. The only
exceptions were usually due to me trying to turn him on by playing the
porn star role and taking him in my mouth or on my boobs. While I knew
he enjoyed those scenes from seeing the porn movies he watched, he seemed
to want to cum in me more than anything. I like to think it’s because
I’m his daughter and that’s where he SHOULD cum but then that’s my
feelings.
“Here you go baby,” he groaned, “Daddy’s cumming!”
I felt him shove himself in tightly against my ass, driving himself into
me as deep as he could as he began to ejaculate. Keeping his hairy
crotch up against my ass, he would push forward each time his cock shot
another load into me. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine his cum as
it shot out of him, filling my pussy, filling me with the most intimate
expression of his love for his daughter.
“God damn it, that felt so fucking good!”
“Daddy!” I teased him as I pressed my butt back against him, “You know
better... no swearing.”
He just chuckled as we remained there with his now spent cock still
inside of me. He was rapidly dwindling and after a minute or so he
gently pulled what remained out of me. Just as it had felt so special
when he first entered me, so it now gave me a deep sense of emptiness
when he was no longer in me. It was almost like a part of me was
missing, even if it had only been rented for a few minutes.
Standing up too quickly, I kept one hand against the wall to keep my
balance as my head momentarily swam a little from being bent over so
long, not to mention having just been fucked darn hard. Turning to my
father, I smiled and then bent down standing on my heels as I took his
wet cock in my hand, seeing it glistening in the hall lighting with the
combination of his cum and my pussy. Wow, it was hard to imagine that
this thing had just been inside of me!
“Oh god, take it easy baby,” he groaned as I took his dick in my mouth
and sucked it, allowing my tongue to play over the still sensitive head.
Mmmmmmm, it tasted GREAT! I always love to taste my pussy on a guy’s
cock after he’d fucked me and tasting it on my own father was even
better.
By now my dad’s dick had pretty much shrunk down to a shriveled version
of the hard shaft that had been waiting for me when we arrived. Even if
we weren’t close to running late for church I knew he wouldn’t be that
way again for a long time so no point in trying to get a rise out of him
now. Standing up straight, I adjusted my thong and dress. The front of
my thong darkened almost immediately as his incestuous cum began to seep
out of my pussy. Oh well, you would think by now I’d remember to have
something handy to wipe myself before putting my underwear back on but
it’s hard to keep your mind straight at such times.
My dad was fixing his pants as well after which he checked himself out in
the mirror hanging on the hallway wall.
“You look very handsome daddy, I’m so proud of you. I love being your
daughter.”
And indeed I was proud. I mean for a guy in his mid-fifties my dad still
looked pretty darn good! Yeah, his hair was greying and maybe there was
a bit more of a belly now that hadn’t been there a few years earlier, but
it wasn’t like he’d let himself totally go and acquired a beer belly like
so many other fathers I knew - not to mention his younger brother. He
looked at his watch and nodded towards the basement door.
“I think you’d better go down and break them up or we’ll never get a seat
at the service,” he sighed, rolling his eyes in mock despair.
I just smiled and shook my head as I headed down the stairs. I didn’t
have to go far before I knew what was going on even before seeing it - as
if THAT was a surprise. Besides, it’s not like my Aunt Linda is exactly
the silent type when it comes to sex. Like it’s a wonder the neighbors
couldn't hear them!
“Oh yeah, that’s it Steve, drill me with that fucking dick!”
Yeah, classic Aunt Linda. Even more so when I saw what was happening.
Yep, Steve was definitely taking advantage of his opportunity this
morning! Well, I’ve never been a fan of anal sex. Heck, I don’t even
consider it true “sex” for that matter. I mean like what’s the point in
a guy ramming his dick up where I poop when I have a perfectly tight and
wet pussy literally an inch or two away that was designed specifically
for that sort of thing? I mean my pussy was a two-way street whereas my
ass was definitely designed to be a one-way avenue.
Well, just try telling that to my husband and aunt. Trust me, I’ve tried
and failed. Both of them were big fans, specially my Aunt Linda who I
think preferred anal over vaginal sex. Well, it pleased Steve to no end
when he found out for himself. Although technically as his wife he had
the right to make me allow him fuck me in the ass and I would’ve had no
option but to allow it, the very foundation of biblical submission
depends on BOTH partners respecting each other and trusting the other
totally and completely. So yes, Steve COULD have ordered me but at the
same time I know he never would do such a thing because he loves me
unconditionally. The whole reason I can submit to my husband is because
I know for sure that he would never force me to do anything against my
will, regardless of his own desires.
While I know Steve loves nothing more than watching me have sex with
other men (well, at least other than fucking me himself), the feeling
isn’t mutual. It’s not that I don’t like to watch or that I’m jealous or
anything of the sort. I guess I simply don’t see the point. Like what’s
in it for me? Given Steve has my blanket permission to go out and fuck
ANY girl at ANY time, why do I need to watch? It’s not like I need to
keep an eye on him or anything.
Granted, there ARE a couple of exception with the primary one being
seeing my husband fuck my mom. Now THAT I could get a bag of popcorn and
sit back to watch all day! My mother couldn’t wait until I was married
so she could fuck Steve. Given her vehement opposition to adultery, she
couldn't fuck him until he was “legally” part of our family - being
engaged didn’t count. Steve was just anxious to fuck my mother so he was
counting down the days to our wedding for more than one reason. Well, I
don’t know which one was hornier for the other but to this day it’s like
a hurricane when they get together. Seeing my mother naked in bed with
my husband is totally different than when he is with any other woman,
which I guess is just common sense when you think about it.
The only other time I like to watch Steve fuck someone else, and it’s not
something I always WANT to see but can be downright hot under the right
circumstances, is when my husband fucks a young girl. I know it’s a
little hypocritical of me to say that given the feelings I’ve expressed
about the subject in general. Still, say what you will about the pros
and cons of him doing it in the first place, watching a young twelve or
thirteen year-old girl aggressively seek out my husband’s cock and then
to see his expression of pure animal lust as he responds is about as
erotic as it gets!
As for the sight in front of me this morning, it didn’t meet any of those
descriptions, not to mention he was fucking my aunt’s ass which is a
total buzz kill for me. My aunt may be my mom’s sister, but she’s not my
mom. Thus when it came to Steve fucking her, she could’ve been anyone
for all I really cared.
“Hey... you guys about done?” I asked loudly once I was close enough to
get their attention.
Steve more or less ignored me but I got my answer anyway. With a sharp
cry he pulled out and grabbed his rock hard cock, jerking himself as he
shot his load all over my aunt’s ass and back. Fortunately she’d taken
off her dress beforehand so he didn’t make a mess of her Easter outfit.
As for my aunt, she just looked over at me and shrugged, feigning
exasperation with Steve. “When are going to teach your damn husband some
manners Kelly? How am I supposed to go to church like this?”
Then she turned to my grinning husband who was obviously quite proud of
his handiwork despite her admonition and added, “You know stud, if you
hadn’t taken so long to cum I would’ve had time to shower.”
That was as far as she could take things before breaking into laughter.
Yeah, like since when had my aunt cared about such things. Heck, it
wouldn’t have surprised me if she didn’t even wipe it off before putting
her dress back on but she at least made a token effort with one of the
used towels in the laundry pile.
“We’re gonna be late you know,” I complained glaring at Steve to let him
know who I blamed. Sheesh, like this was the first time he was going to
go to church with me all year and he couldn't even cut things short so we
could get a decent seat. Now we’d either be in the back row or the front
row, either way a pain in the neck. Actually, surprisingly it didn’t
turn out all that bad. By some miracle there was actually a pew with
barely enough room for us about a third of the way back. We had to
squeeze together tightly with me sitting between my dad and husband but
it wasn’t like either was complaining.
Easter service came and went rather uneventfully. Still, it felt good to
sit there and listen with my pussy still tingling from the pleasant feel
of my dad’s dick in me. The only time things got a little dicey was the
first time we stood to sing the opening hymn and I almost forgot that I
didn’t have any panties on. Fortunately I didn’t drain out any cum -
would have been a bit hard to explain!
When the service was over we headed straight over to my aunt and uncle’s
place for dinner. I was hoping there’s be more on the menu than what the
women had expected to be serving!
Chapter 3 - Main Course
=======================
Before going any further let me just say that my past relationships with
my oldest male cousin has been... well, “mixed” would be one way of
describing it. Confusing, erotic, naughty, troubled... lots of ways to
describe what has been a rather inconsistent past.
03/27/05 Teasing My Uncles at Easter
07/23/05 1st Time With My Uncle Jim
07/25/05 1st Time With My Cousin Rick
08/10/05 My Mom and Cousin Rick
12/27/05 My Cousin Tammy's 1st Blowjob
08/05/06 My Dad's Dream Comes True
08/06/06 Swapping Daughters
08/08/06 Cousin Rick Finally Gets His Little Sister Tammy
08/10/06 Cousin Get Together
09/04/06 School Sendoff
11/25/06 My Cousin Rick and His Friends
05/19/07 Graduation
06/02/07 Mom's Birthday Present For Her Nephew
08/13/07 Cousin Tammy and Friend
09/02/07 Daughter Swap Rerun
07/19/08 Sleepover with Cousin Tammy
04/25/09 My Dad and Cousin Tammy
05/02/09 Surprising Uncle
07/24/09 Uncle Paul gets More
11/26/09 Thanksgiving Brothers
04/24/11 Easter Uncles
07/03/11 Family Boating Day With a Twist
Essentially it started off more or less as a lark. It’s not like I have
EVER felt anything for my cousin other than lust. We haven’t even hardly
even kissed in all the times we’ve had sex. Perhaps the most redeeming
value when it comes to sex with Rick is for whatever reason he has the
biggest cock of any of them men in the family, at least the ones I’ve
seen. Heck, when he was just sixteen he was already hung better than his
father and uncle.
My biggest issue with Rick was he was too much like his father - arrogant
and downright rude at times. There were times when I would turn to him in
the middle of sex and ask, “Just what part of NO don’t you understand?”
such as when he would try for the umpteenth time to fuck my ass. Then
there was how he treated his younger sister Tammy. One thing I was proud
of Tammy and that was her refusal to allow her brother to fuck her until
her father had done it. She would blow him and let him eat her out, but
no sex. If anything I got a kick out of how she would tease him,
sometimes riding on top of him sliding her cute little wet pussy over his
erection but never quite letting it into her. Yeah, it drove him nuts!
However, once they DID start having sex it was just like Rick to push
things. He wasn’t happy with just fucking his sister. No, he had to
have all his friends fuck her as well. Granted, she wasn’t exactly
protesting at the time but still, I always felt like he was taking
advantage of the situation.
It was my mother that had the most control over Rick. Obviously his own
mother had no say in the matter as she had no idea what was going on
between two of her kids and father right under her nose. Had she any
clue, no doubt she would have cut the guy’s dicks off as they slept!
Aunt Shari was about as straight and hypocritical as they come when it
comes to so-called “religious nuts”. Like half the reason I fucked her
husband and son was more out of a sense of revenge for the way she
harangued my mother over how she had raised me.
Yet to be fair, for my mom it wasn’t like she had all that many options
due to her own self-imposed limitations when it came to adultery. She
despised Uncle Jim and managed to keep her extracurricular activities
with her older brother-in-law a secret from me for years. Since there
were no other adult males on either side of the family, that pretty much
left her with no option other than her nephew if she wanted someone
besides her husband. And yes, there WAS that incredibly fat and long
dick... I also noted that Rick didn’t pull any stunts with my mom. If
anything, he obeyed her better than either of his parents. Of course, he
wasn’t fucking neither of them either!
Rick went to Junior College and got himself and associates degree in
something or another, it wasn’t like I really cared. Once I stopped
fucking his dad I pretty much stopped everything with Rick as well. The
only reason I really fucked Uncle Jim in the first place was tit-for-tat
to allow my dad to fuck his daughter - my youngest cousin Tammy.
Granted Uncle Jim didn’t have any say over their first time but once he
also started fucking Tammy then it pretty much became an agreement that
if my dad wanted more of Tammy’s sweet young pussy then Uncle Jim had to
have access to mine. Tammy eventually went to college, started dating
some nice boys, and turned from being a school slut to your average horny
college girl. What I mean is she was still putting out, but now limited
it pretty much to her boyfriend at the time. With my dad no longer
fucking her, there was no reason for me to put up with my boorish uncle -
or his son for that matter.
Once Rick got into his twenties though, he started to mature FINALLY and
I couldn't help but notice he treated me as well as his sisters much
better. He even stopped flirting with me every time we got together
although I noticed his eyes still roamed freely over my body - not that I
minded! Funny thing was, the less attention he paid to me the more I
wanted it. Of course I realized what was happening yet I still couldn't
shake the feeling despite myself.
When we finally arrived at my aunt and uncle’s place after church, I
hadn’t been there long before Rick and I crossed paths.
“Hi Kelly, you’re looking good today,” he greeted me.
Now in the past, that seemingly innocuous compliment would’ve been
accompanied by a leering grin, not to mention a wandering hand in search
of my ass at the very least. Well, surprise, surprise... this time he
was actually nice to me! No raised eyebrows, no winking, no “accidently”
brushing up against my boobs, nothing at all for that matter other than a
respectful compliment. Boy, Rick WAS growing up! Not to mention he
LOOKED more grown up. Gone was the acne and the awkwardness. I have to
admit, the guy looked hot!
“Thanks, you’re not looking bad either,” I responded.
Only in my case, this time it was MY turn to be the one to take a good
look at his crotch and grin. I was rewarded by Rick blushing. Damn! I
NEVER would have dreamed I could have ever made him blush so easily.
Yeah, I hadn’t really paid him much attention for some time now, but it
was like I was seeing a whole new person. Like, who are you and what did
you do with my cousin?
With that others were coming in and so we each continued on our separate
ways without any further exchange. However, apparently I hadn’t been
quite as discreet as I’d thought...
“He’s all grown up now, isn’t he?” I heard a voice whisper in my ear.
Aunt Linda was standing there and I saw her grinning at me. “Although
obviously I don’t need to point that out to you, now do I?”
I looked at her with my eyes wide open, feigning ignorance but she wasn’t
buying any of it.
“Oh don’t even try,” she huffed at me, “I saw the way you were checking
him out. Have to say, he’s still got the best package of the clan.”
With that I couldn’t help but smile as I shook my head at her bluntness.
It was getting more crowded so rather than risk saying more, I just
nodded my head and winked.
“Kelly!” someone cried out to me, effectively ending my little exchange
with my aunt. I looked and for a moment almost didn’t recognize my
youngest cousin. Like holy crap, was I just getting old or what? It was
like I’d been in a coma or something while everyone had all grown up
around me. Like wow, what had happened to my cute little cousin? In her
place was a gorgeous woman with an equally hunky guy all but attached to
her side.
“Oh Kelly, it’s been ages!” she gushed she reached out and we hugged.
Damn, she was as tall as me now, if now taller but then it might have
been more a question of whose heels were higher. She smelled great and
the Easter dress she was wearing, while modest in terms of exposure, fit
her like Saran Wrap, showing off an incredible figure and perfect legs.
“This is Craig,” she said, introducing me to her boyfriend. Only I was
wrong, he was more than just a boyfriend as it turned out.
“See my Easter present?” Tammy gushed, putting her hand out right in
front of my face. Well, it would have been hard to miss the dazzling
ring from tree feet away. Wow, my little cousin was engaged!
“Oh that’s so wonderful!” I said joyfully, hugging her tight again. Boy,
there were going to be a lot of broken hearts, not to mention a few right
here in the house today. Granted, it had been years since my dad last
fucked Tammy but I know he always had a special place in his heart (not
to mention his crotch) for her. After all, he WAS her first, something
Craig would never get to boast.
She went on to tell me all about how he had surprised her and such, a
story I knew I’d be hearing over and over all day but who would blame
her? I remembered when Steve had proposed to me and I couldn't wait to
relate every detail to anyone I could corner to listen.
After yet another hug, she rushed off to show off her new bling to the
next person she could find, leaving me momentarily alone. That wasn’t
about to last long though.
“So what do you think?” a deeper voice asked from behind me. I turned to
see Rick had managed to circle back behind me. “Who would’ve thunk, eh?”
“Well, it’s not like it was any great surprise,” I answered. Indeed,
rumors of an impending proposal had been circulating for months with most
of us surprised it hadn’t come last Christmas.
“Yeah, I just still can’t imagine my youngest sister married I guess.”
He sounded a bit whimsical and yet again I was impressed by the change in
his general attitude. It wouldn’t have been that long ago and he would
have been making some sarcastic remark.
“I assume Craig doesn’t know...,” I started to say before Rick cut me
off to answer.
“About everything I assume you mean? Hell no!” and at that he finally
chuckled and sounded a little more like the Rick I was more familiar
with. “He’s like all straight and narrow, you know the type. He’d
probably have a cow if he had a clue.”
We both smiled at that thought and for a brief moment, our eyes met and
it was like we had a bond, the type that only two people with a shared
deep dark secret can share.
“You know, she told me they haven’t had sex yet, that he wants to wait
until they’re married. Can you believe it?”
I looked across the room to where Tammy was holding up her ring yet again
for inspection. Now THAT was a little hard to believe knowing her
background.
“Really?” I questioned him, “He can’t be THAT clueless. Surely he knows
SOME of her reputation.”
By that I meant mostly her high school days. True, Tammy had never
acquired quite the level of distinction of her cousins - me and Kristi
but she had held her own pretty well in terms of making her own
reputation. She had never been quite as showy as her mother would never
allow it, but most of the boys knew what to expect on a date with her.
Granted, from what I heard she toned it down a lot in college but still,
it wasn’t like she instantly changed her tastes. Surely SOMEONE had to
have told Craig at least a little of her former days.
“Well, actually I guess he does know,” Rick replied, shrugging his
shoulders. “Apparently she’s convinced him those days are past and
somehow or another he doesn’t hold it against her, not that I would
either if I was in his shoes. Like look at her, is she hot or what?”
“Down boy!” I teased him, “So when was the last time you two did it
anyway?”
Rick’s cheeks pushed out as he let out his breath slowly. “Damn, it’s
been a while,” he said sounding regretful - as I sure he was, “I think it
was almost two years ago now.”
“Well I’m sure that he doesn’t know about THAT!” I half-heartedly joked.
“Oh I’d agree with you there, although I’d love to see the look on his
face if he knew.”
I punched him playfully in the shoulder. “Bad boy! Besides, it’s not
like you haven’t been getting it... and don’t try to tell me otherwise.”
Rick was quiet for a moment and I wondered what he was thinking. His eyes
were fixed on his cute sister, his cute ENGAGED sister.
“Oh I get my share. I gotta admit though, I’d do her again in a
heartbeat.”
“Yeah, you and half the other men in the room,” I teased.
Rick looked around, taking stock of the crowded room. “Well, maybe a
couple more than the others,” he chuckled.
I knew who he was referring to - our fathers. Indeed, I could only
imagine my father’s reaction to hearing the news. Sure the odds of him
ever fucking his niece again had been a long shot at best, but this sort
of sealed the deal. I’d quickly gotten the distinct impression that this
marriage was never going to be an “open” relationship.
“Well, it would be her loss,” I tossed out softly, like a fisherman
casting into a still lake.
Rick didn’t respond but from the look he gave me I was pretty sure he’d
gotten the message. Any other time and I would have expected him to pull
me out of the room and find the first place to fuck me yet that want the
case today. Instead, he just winked at me and moved towards the kitchen,
probably to try and sneak some food ahead of dinner. As I watched him
leave, I couldn't help but wonder if I wasn’t losing my touch!
It was getting close to dinner time. I suppose I should have helped more
getting things ready but this wasn’t exactly my sort of thing. We could
have gone out to eat and I’d of been happier. Too much work doing it
this way! Turning towards the dining room, I bumped into my cousin
Kristi as she was heading out the other way.
“Ooops, sorry Kelly, have you seen that husband of mine? We’re about
ready to eat you know.”
Kristi had been married for some time now yet it still seemed surreal to
me. Indeed, it was rare even to see her together with him. Often I
wondered exactly why they had gotten married in the first place. He had
been a customer of hers back when she was a working girl (her
nomenclature - whore would be the more appropriate term if you asked me).
Married at the time, he was one of those rare guys that actually DID
leave his wife for another girl. Fortunately there were no kids involved
which made it less messy.
Say what you will about my marriage, Steve and I are downright Amish
compared to Kristi’s arrangements with her husband. Sometimes I think
they have sex more with other people than they do with each other! While
Kristi continued working as a whore for a while after the wedding, she
soon quit and became “proper”, earning a real estate license and joining
up with her mom. True, there were times when her past “skills” came in
handy to close a deal but for the most part she stopped fucking for money
and just did it for fun. Meanwhile, her husband still was out with
different women all the time. The only difference it seemed for him was
that now he had a wife who didn’t give a damn. I wasn’t about to be the
one to question things though so I never said anything to my favorite
cousin. Still, I couldn't help but wonder at times what the complete
story was.
Evidently she found him quickly as she was back catching her breath a
moment later.
“Dumb jerk,” she huffed, “Can you believe it, he was checking out Tammy -
and I don’t mean her ring.”
Then she threw up her hands and we both laughed before she change the
subject.
“Damn, have you checked out Rick?” she asked surreptitiously, “Now I have
GOT to get me a piece of that for dessert.”
“Go for it girl,” was all I could think of to say. No doubt she would!
Just then my Aunt Shari called everyone into the dining room where the
table had been expanded as big as it would go. There still weren’t
enough seats so some people would have to eat in the adjoining kitchen at
the table there but my Aunt had evidently saved seats for me and Steve.
Speaking of which, where had HE been all this time?
Somehow or another my husband appeared out of thin air and was seated
next to me. Rick managed to snag the seat on the opposite side and I
couldn’t help but suspect an ulterior motive. Well, maybe not so much I
suspected as I hoped?
My Aunt Shari said grace, droning on for what seemed forever with some
sanctimonious prayer. She was the type that wanted people to know just
how religious she was and how “good” she was when it came to praying.
Frankly, I felt like it was aimed more at the people in the room than to
God. Typical hypocrite, the type that gave Christians a bad name the
world over.
Just when I thought I might fall asleep, I felt a hand on my thigh under
the table. Judging by which side, I knew it had to be Rick’s. Hmmmmmm,
maybe he HAD gotten my signal after all? I parted my legs a little, just
enough to signal to him that his move was being welcomed but not enough
to give him full access - yet.
His hand moved up a little more, pushing up my dress a little when Aunt
Shari finally announced, “Amen” and there was more than one sigh I think
as we were finally allowed to eat. Rick had to pull his hand out to pass
the food and the rest of the meal was rather boring with the usual inane
small talk and meaningless chatter.
As we ate dessert though, the hand reappeared on my thigh and this time
he didn’t waste any time, pushing his fingers in between my legs and
getting a handful of bare inner thigh in the process. I pretended not to
notice but this time I allowed my legs to part further, essentially
putting the ball back in his court as to how far he wanted to go. Still,
it wasn’t like we were in some dark movie theater so there WERE limits,
especially with his mother seated across and down a couple of chairs
keeping a close eye on everyone.
As things started to wind down, Rick turned to me and said innocently,
“That was great, I could eat some more dessert though.”
From the way he squeezed my leg it was obvious just what he wanted for
dessert. I decided to go for it and see where this might lead answering
him with, “I always find the best place for dessert though is in bed.”
“Spoken like a true connoisseur,” he replied with a smile, giving my leg
one last squeeze before he grabbed his cloth napkin and wiped off his
mouth with both hands.
There was no need to get cute and say anything that might be overheard.
Message sent, received and replied. Now it would be up to the both of us
assuming either of us wanted to take this to the next level. Rick got up
to leave but I felt a little guilty for not helping setting dinner so I
stayed behind to help clear the table. My slutty cousin Kristi, though,
wasn’t having any of it.
“Look, it’s obvious who he wants,” she said with a look of exasperation,
“Why he’s always wanted you more is totally beyond me but there you go.
So either you jump him now or I will.”
She had caught me in the corner of the room but I still couldn't help but
glance about to make sure nobody had heard. It’s not like my cousin was
always the most cautious about such things. Kristi, on the other hand,
was far less patient.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?” she sighed rather melodramatically,
“Like you’d rather do dishes than get a piece of THAT?”
“Well, it HAS been a long time you know,” I tried to argue.
Kristi eyes rolled back. “Sheesh, since when have YOU become the
cautious one?” Then she grinned naughtily, “Unless of course you want to
do him together?”
OK, so for a moment I actually did contemplate the idea. It wouldn’t be
the first time the two of us had done it with Rick, although the last
time would have taken two hand to count the years passed. Then again, why
share? After all, I deserved a bit of fun just as much as anyone so why
not?
“Forget THAT,” I said firmly, “Alright then, you’ll cover for me, right?”
“I guess,” she said, sounding a little dejected, “But I want a full
report afterwards, ALL the details, right?”
I just waved my hand at her and grinned as I checked to see who might be
watching and walked slowly out of the room. This was actually the
hardest part, getting to his room without being noticed. I didn’t see
Rick anywhere so I was assuming he was there - he damn well better be at
least!
“So where are you sneaking off to?”
Damn, busted!
I turned to my husband who was grinning at me. It wasn’t like he was
upset or anything but the curiosity in his eyes was burning bright.
“You dad?” he guessed, then looked over to see him talking to his older
brother. “Oh god Kelly, not your Uncle Jim? I thought you’d sworn never
to let him do you again?”
I grinned at my husband and pushed him to the wall away from where
everyone could see us.
“So what makes you so sure that ANYONE is going to be doing me?” I
flirted with him.
Steve looked amused, almost annoying so I might add.
“Give me a break Kelly. You think I can’t tell when my wife’s hot and
horny? Shit, I bet your creaming right now, aren’t you? A whole
houseful of prospects, just a matter of picking the lucky guy I’d say. So
who is it?”
Just then Uncle Jim came walking across the room, evidently having just
visited the bathroom after dinner. Steve’s eyebrows raised as I saw him
rapidly doing the math in his head.
“Oh you’ve GOT to be kidding me!” he started to exclaim but caught
himself just in time, “So what is it, his big dick?”
Now he WAS annoying me. Like the only reason I’d choose a guy was over
dick size? If anyone, Steve should have known better than that. I’ve
always maintained that within limits, dick size is about the last thing I
consider when choosing a sexual partner. It’s rather difficult to be TOO
small unless you’re worried about a man’s fragile ego. As for being too
large, that’s actually where I sometimes have issues. Anything I can’t
get my fingers around or requires more than two hands to stroke is
getting to the point of simply being uncomfortable. It’s one thing to be
ABLE to take a big dick - I’ve never had a case where I couldn’t. Face
it, if a baby can come OUT, then I doubt there’s a dick in the world too
large to go IN an adult woman’s pussy. Still, ability isn’t the same as
ENJOYING it. Personally, give me an average sized cock that I can deep
throat without gagging and fits in my pussy without having to call for
the jaws of life and I’m perfectly content.
“You know, sometimes you can really be clueless Steve,” I said a little
more harshly than I intended for it come out.
Steve looked hurt and just walked away without saying another word.
Damn, I was going to have to do something special later when we got home
to make up for that one!
I was literally at the top of the stairs leading to the basement when yet
again my quest was interrupted. Damn, it was like Grand Central Station
today. Like can’t a horny girl just get laid without having to deal with
all these issues?
“Kelly, you HAVE to do something about that bitch!” Tammy demanded as she
reached out to grab my arm to keep me from going forward.
I turned and sighed. Good grief, NOW what?
“Just look at the slut... she’s all over Craig,” Tammy whined, “I know
what she’s up to. You’ve got to say something to her.”
Looking over, sure enough there was Kristi up to her old tricks again.
Oh for goodness sake, this was just too much! Crap, it wasn’t THAT many
years ago and SHE was the one stealing other girl’s boyfriends and she
certainly didn’t seem to mind whose heart she broke back then. I mean if
anyone should understand Kristi’s motives, it should be Tammy. Besides,
she might be trying to put on a show now for her new fiancé, but as for
calling her cousin a slut... well talk about the kettle calling the pan
black!
“Well maybe if you put out for the poor guy he wouldn’t be so easy to
tempt.”
No, I didn’t actually SAY that but I was one step away. God, I was so
dang horny now and to be sidetracked by this crap?
“Look Tammy, if Kristi was REALLY after your new fiancé then trust me,
they’d be doing it right now, probably on your bed,” I tried to assure
her, “She’s just teasing and flirting, probably just to see if she can
get a rise out of you. I’d say she’s being pretty successful.”
Tammy frowned and crossed her arms almost defiantly as if she wasn’t
about to accept what I was telling her. Well, while my first thoughts
were probably the most on the mark, what I actually DID tell her was true
as well. If there was one thing I knew about Kristi, when she seriously
wanted a man, there were very few she didn’t get. Then another idea came
to mind. It wasn’t exactly nice but then what the heck, look what she
was keeping me from doing right now?
Whispering softly, I said to her, “You know, Rick’s waiting in his
bedroom right now. What do you say? It’s been a long time after all.”
Tammy looked at me with a mortified expression.
“You’re going to do it...? with him...? NOW...?”
I just grinned and nodded.
“But I thought you weren’t doing that type of stuff anymore,” she hissed
back at me.
Huffing just a bit, I replied, “Well, maybe not with your brother but
hey, he’s grown up quite nicely and if I remember correctly, there was a
time his own sister couldn't get enough of it.”
For a moment she seemed to hesitate. “Well... it WAS pretty good for a
while,” she confessed as her cheeks flushed.
“So what do you say? Join me?” I pushed a little. The odds were against
it but what the heck, nothing ventured nothing gained.
I actually thought she might say yes but then she glanced back to the
living room where Kristi’s dress was pulled up WAY more than would
normally be considered appropriate, especially now that she was a married
woman. None of the men seemed to be complaining and obviously Craig
couldn't help but look at her legs as well.
“Well if you’re not going to help than I’ll just have to deal with it
myself,” she fumed as she walked back towards her fiancé.
FINALLY, the coast was clear. I took one last glance to see if anyone
was watching me and quickly made my way to the finished basement where
the two kid bedrooms were located. As the only boy, Rick got his own
room whereas his two sisters had to share.
The basement was quiet compared to the noisy upstairs. I started to turn
the door knob to Rick’s room when I was startled by the door across the
hall opening.
“Kelly? What are you doing going into Rick’s bedroom?” my cousin Kate
asked.
Dang it, of all people it had to be her. Kate was Tammy’s older sister,
the middle child of the family, and a total clone of her mother when it
came to behavior and attitude. The whole “Holier than thou” thing,
looking down on people she deemed “less favored” than herself, totally
judgmental. When it came to sex... well let’s just say she’ll probably
be a virgin on her first wedding anniversary. Well, maybe not THAT bad
but pretty darn close.
Kate and Tammy couldn't be more opposites, especially in their teen
years. Tammy was the stereotypical rebellious younger sister. Where
Kate was ultraconservative and always did exactly what her mother
demanded, Tammy would try to get away with murder and was in constant
battles with her mom. I think half the reason she got involved with
incest was just to get back at her mom. Of course if my aunt had ever
even so much gotten a clue as to what was happening, often right under
her nose, there would have been hell to pay!
Anything Kate knew, Aunt Shari knew, so I couldn't let her get any wrong
ideas. At the same time, my pussy was practically cramping with being so
horny. The smart thing to do would have been to make some excuse up and
head back upstairs. Well, at times like this people don’t always make
the smart decisions.
“Steve told me he left his EMT book in there last time he was over. I
guess Rick was interested.”
God, talk about a lame excuse but it was the best I could come up with on
the spur of the moment.
Kate looked at me and I couldn’t quite tell if she was buying it or not.
Then again, why wouldn’t she? I would think that about the last thing
she would ever consider would be that her brother was fucking me. Well,
maybe THAT wouldn’t be the LAST thing – I imagine that honor would go to
him fucking her younger sister. No, even THAT wouldn’t make the top of
the list. Tammy being fucked by their father... now THAT would take the
prize. So inconceivable though would it be to someone like her, I really
wasn’t too worried. If anything, she probably though I was covering up
for something else. As to what that might be who knows but the point is
she would never guess as to my true motives.
“You’ve got something up your sleeve, I know it,” she said accusingly,
“I’m keeping an eye on you.”
For a moment I was stricken. Crap, just what I needed to have that
little snot hovering around. No, I didn’t have anything up my sleeve but
I sure as heck was dying to have something up somewhere else!
“Ha! Got you!” she crowed, snickering at her poor excuse for humor. “I
mean like you’re so easy sometimes Kelly.”
With that she shook her head and went up the stairs giggling. Oh well
better that than to have her hanging around.
So FINALLY the coast was clear and I twisted the door handle to enter
Rick’s bedroom. The room was dim, lit only by a small lamp on the desk
against the side wall but there was enough for me to see him lying on his
side on the bed. Damn, he was naked! Wow, did he have any idea how
close he’d come to having his uppity sister at the door instead of a
horny cousin?
“About time you made it. Thought I was going to have to jerk myself off
for a while there.”
For a fleeting moment the old Rick was back but I just ignored it.
Besides, I wasn’t about to back out now.
“So are you just going to stand there or what?” he pushed me, “Figured
you’d have that slutty dress on the floor by now.”
On the one hand I wanted to be mad at him for being so cocky but then on
the other I had to admit he was right. With all the goings on upstairs
it wasn’t like we had all that much time before someone started noticing
we were both missing and asking questions that would be hard to answer.
And speaking of hard... as my eyes adjusted to the dim light I could see
that marvelous dick appear. God, he was just as big as ever! It didn’t
hurt that he’d obviously taken things into his own hands and was as erect
as the Eiffel Tower! OK, so I’ve said that cock size wasn’t important
yet at the same time, damn! When presented with a dick of his
proportions who could blame me for being impressed – AND horny as hell?
Without another word I quickly stripped although I hung the dress over
his chair by the desk rather than dropping it to the floor as he’d
suggested. Soon I was naked, even to the point of removing my heels such
that I was barefoot on the cold tile floor of the basement bedroom.
“Fuck, you look pretty damn good for a mommy,” he teased me. I frowned
at him and he got the message without me even saying a word. No mommy
jokes, nothing about my daughter. No perverted comments or sick ideas.
“Miss me?” he teased me more as he held his dick by the base and made it
wiggle like a puppet in front of me.
Well, more than I would ever admit, at least to him. When it came to
Rick and me it seemed to always be a conundrum. On the one hand I have
to admit he was one heck of a good fuck. Then on the other he could be
such an asshole, almost as bad as his father. When he first started
fucking me so long ago it was as much to defy his mother as anything
else. Even though she didn’t know about it, I loved that he would fuck
me sometimes while she was in the other room or upstairs. Just knowing
how much she would hate what we were doing was like an aphrodisiac for
me. Maybe the only thing more satisfying from that perspective was when
her husband fucked me, knowing I was satisfying him so much more than my
aunt could ever have dreamed.
Suddenly I heard laughter above us and was reminded of our families, most
of whom would be totally shocked if they had any idea what was happening
right below them. Maybe not as mortified as my aunt would be, but it
would certainly open some eyes. If they thought my aunt living with my
dad was so horrible, just imagine if they could see me now as I kneeled
in front of Rick’s bed, reaching out for his massive erection.
“Wouldn’t you love for them to watch?” Rick mused as he pointed a finger
to the ceiling. I grinned and just shook my head in mock disapproval as
I felt his warm throbbing cock in my hand. God, it has been a while
since I’d held one my hand couldn’t reach around.
Leaning forward, I began to get ready to suck him when to my surprise, he
pushed my head back away from him.
“Noooooo, I got a better idea,” he said and for a moment I wanted to
correct his grammar but thought better of it before saying anything.
“This is just about sex, right?” he asked. I nodded and he continued,
“Then that’s what I want... sex. I just want to fuck you, OK?”
Now THAT wasn’t something I heard much... a guy NOT wanting his dick
sucked. Then again, there was something about it that just seemed...
well it just seemed right. He was right in that this WAS just about sex.
Nothing intimate, nothing even all that personal even though he was my
cousin. We both knew we wanted it so why not just fuck and get it over
with?
“Naughty boy,” I whispered seductively as I got back up on my feet and
stood up straight, “Now lay back.”
Rick flopped onto his back and stuffed a pillow under his head so he
could watch more easily. With his hands to his side, his dick was so
hard it hovered parallel to his stomach without touching it, like a
dolphin leaping out and skimming across the surface of the ocean. I
could have sworn it was quivering!
Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my pussy. Damn, it was as wet as I’d
thought it was. I was more than ready for him. Heck, I was ready for
every guy in the house at this point. All this craziness so far had left
me so dang horny that I was happy that he’d foregone the preliminaries.
Straddling his waist on my knees, I reached underneath me and directed
the head of his cock to my waiting pussy. Ordinarily I would rub him
against my clit and sort of masturbate before having it enter me but not
today. No, today it was just about sex.
“Oh fuck,” I couldn’t help but gush as I started to put my weight down on
him. God, it was like pushing a telephone pole into me. Shifting my
weight to spread my legs further apart, I made a second attempt and this
time was rewarded by the head of his cock splitting me apart and forcing
its way into me. It was just the head but It was like he was splitting
me in half!
“Shit, you’re as tight as ever cuz,” he grimaced, “Are you SURE you had
a...”
“Rick!” I interrupted him before he went further.
“Sorry... just you’re ridiculously tight. Reminds me of back when we
were in school.”
How could I be mad at him when he said things like that to me? Whether
it was really my pussy being so tight or just him being so big, I wasn’t
going to debate the issue wither way. What was important was how he felt
inside of me, not why it felt so damn good!
“Oh fuck yeah!” he groaned as I pushed down onto him and his dick rammed
its way all the way into me until I bottomed out and my crotch was
against the base of his hair dick. Damn, I felt like I was stuffed! Oh
wow, maybe there was something to say about a big dick!
“God you look so fuckin’ sexy riding my dick,” he moaned as I started to
bounce slowly on his erection. I wanted to say something like if he had
turned on some lights he might get a better view but that was about the
last thing on my mind right then.
After a bit I leaned over and let his dick slip out of me. Whoa! When
his head popped out it was like I had this incredible sensation of
emptiness. He flipped me over onto my knees and pushed my head down onto
the pillow as I leaned forward on my elbows with my ass up in the air.
For a fleeting moment I worried that he might try taking advantage of my
position but the “new” Rick wasn’t misbehaving today.
“Now THAT is what I call one fine ass,” he complimented me as he pushed
my butt cheeks apart and then I felt that incredible cock pressing its
way back into my now well-fucked pussy. This time he slipped in much
more easily although it felt like he was going to pop out of my mouth as
he drive it deep inside of me!
“Oh yes Rick,” I sighed as he pounded me, “Fuck me... fuck me hard.”
One thing a girl never had to ask Rick and that was to fuck her HARD.
Not only was his dick as hard as a steel pipe, he was always the type to
pound a girl, drilling his dick into me as he thrust himself in against
my bare butt. It was like I was being driven into the pillow with each
thrust into me.
From the way he started to accelerate I thought he was about to cum but
instead he pulled out and roughly flipped me over, spreading my legs
apart and quickly reentering me before I could even catch my breath.
“I’m gonna cum in you,” he declared, “I’m gonna fill your fuckin’ cunt
with my spunk.”
Not that I especially cared for his language, but I wasn’t arguing with
his intentions. Personally, when ANY man was fucking me the last thing I
wanted was for him to pull out at the very moment when I wanted to feel
him inside of me. When a man ejaculates in me, it’s like the peak of our
sexual act, even more than me having an orgasm. Even though I know
technically it’s not happening, it’s like he’s mating me, taking me as
his bitch. It’s the one moment above all others when I feel totally
possessed by a man. I mean like think about it... his sex organ is deep
INSIDE of me, shooting its load of sperm in my womb. No, I have NO
desire to have him make me pregnant but at the same time, it’s the
attempt that makes it erotic, even if ultimately doomed to failure.
“Yes, cum inside of me Rick... give it to me... give it ALL to me.”
Now what man doesn’t want to hear those words? Maybe the only thing more
would be before we even begin when I look into his eyes and whisper,
“Fuck me.” Yeah, those are the two words I think every man wants to hear
but after that, “cum in me” has to be a close second.
“Fuck!” he groaned as he pushed against me and held himself in as deep as
he could. He jerked and I knew he was cumming in me. While I really
couldn’t feel it, I could imagine the stream of his sperm as it shot from
the tip of his dick into my welcoming pussy. Over and over he came in me
until finally he groaned and flopped over on the bed beside me.
“Oh shit, that was good,” he sighed as he tried to catch his breath.
Even though I hadn’t cum, I was more than satisfied. Heck, I felt great!
His cum began to trickle out of me and I tensed my stomach and pushed,
driving more of it out until I felt the stream of our warm fluids
dripping down over my asshole onto the bed. Neither of us said a word
and I could clearly hear the voices now above us. There were a couple of
them that wouldn’t have been surprised by what had just taken place below
them, but the majority would probably not even believe me if I told them.
Many times over the years I had wished our entire family had been in on
everything, envious of people who claimed to have such a family. Then
again, it DID provide me with a number of fantasies that were probably
hotter than any reality could ever be.
Just then our moment of reverie was interrupted by a knock in the door.
Damn, had I locked it? I couldn’t believe that I would have NOT but then
I also know that when I was in as horny of a state of mind as I had been
when I came in that such trivial matters sometimes got overlooked.
“Rick, you in here?” Tammy asked as she opened the door. Crap, I hadn’t
locked it! Thankfully if there had to be one of sisters to walk in, it
was the right sister. There would have been no bluffing my way out of
this one with Kate.
“Oh crap, I don’t believe this,” she huffed when she realized what was in
front of her. She quickly entered and closed the door behind us.
“Really?” she asked as she pointed a finger at us, “You DO realize that
people are starting to ask about you two. I guess it’s a good thing I
was the one to figure it out. Shit, you couldn’t even lock the door?
What if Kate had come in?”
She wasn’t saying anything that wasn’t obvious so what was the point in
answering so she continued on her rant uninterrupted.
“Sheeze Kelly, I thought you weren’t doing this crap anymore. So is this
why you were so distracted before?”
What could I say? I just shrugged and figured it was better to let her
get it out of her system than to say anything and get her really going.
“Well you better get dressed and get back up there pronto. Desserts
about to be served.”
Didn’t I say it was better to just let her get it out of her sister and
say nothing? Well, apparently Rick didn’t get the memo.
“I got dessert here for you sis,” Rick said smugly, stroking his dick
which somehow was already getting hard again. Maybe it was the
inspiration of seeing his sister again while he was naked, who knows?
“Fuck you,” she shot back and it wasn’t meant as an invitation. With
that she bolted from the room, leaving the two of us alone in the semi-
dark.
“She’s right, we should get back up there,” I reminded him as I pushed
his wandering hands away. Yeah, he was still horny all right! Not that
I would have minded going for seconds but I also had the presence of mind
to know there was a time and place for everything.
Before he could protest I got out of bed and used the sheet to clean off
the sperm from between my legs. Knowing my horny cousin, I doubted it
was the only sperm to stain those sheets so not like it would be
noticeable to his mother when she did the laundry.
“Kelly,” he started softly as I straightened out my dress, “Thanks.”
Wow, NOT what I was expecting. It was nice of him, nicer than I could
ever remember him being after we’d done it. Sometimes a simple thank you
can say more than anything else.
Heading back up the stairs, my pussy tingled with the memory of my
cousin’s wonderful cock. Hmmmmmm, maybe his suggestion about dessert
might not be such a bad idea after all assuming Tammy wasn’t up to it.
Chapter 4 - Dessert
===================
Apparently whatever interest there may have been in our whereabouts
wasn’t as compelling as Tammy had tried to portray. In fact, the only
person to even mention something was not even one who I’d have expected.
“Enjoy yourself?”
The question caught me by surprise so my immediate expression betrayed me
to my Aunt Linda.
“Oh come on girl, you don’t think you can fool everyone. Especially your
dear old aunt.”
She smiled naughtily, evidently quite pleased with herself in having
caught me in the act, or at least knowing about it.
“Hey, not blaming you,” she whispered, nudging me gently, “That kid’s
hung like a horse!”
For a brief moment her remarks struck me as being more funny than
seductive. Sure I knew my mom had always a thing for Rick - as I’d
personally witnessed more than a few time myself. Yet when it came to my
Aunt Linda, I guess I’d never really heard much about her and Rick. Just
one of those things that didn’t come up in conversation. Not like I
really talked to anyone all that much about Rick in the first place.
Still, it shouldn’t have surprised me that Aunt Linda had her eyes on
Rick, especially when he was younger. At the same time, I guess I would
have figured he had grown out of her preferred age range a long time ago.
People wondered about my dad and her living together but few knew the
reality in that they both had a common interest – sex with young kids.
Sometimes I wondered what all went on since she’d moved in with him.
Another one of those things where better left unsaid so far as I was
concerned.
Rick appeared in the room and for a moment our eyes met and he smiled at
me. At least he had the common sense to look away and go about his
business before drawing attention to us.
Dessert time for my family is never something formal. Today there were
an overwhelming number of cakes, pies and such laid out on the dining
room table and everyone pretty much took what they wanted on their plate
and left to go back to the family room or living room. Checking out the
spread, I quickly spotted one of my faves - a homemade New York style
cheesecake with strawberry topping. My Aunt Sheri may be a bitch but
when it came to making a cheesecake, she was unmatched. Mmmmmmm!
After taking a seat on the couch in the family room next to my Uncle Paul
(my dad’s older brother), his eyes met mine and then I saw them look down
my dress to get an eyeful of my boobs, or at least as much as he could.
It turned me on a little as it had been a long time since he’d last
fucked me. Was he imagining one of our previous moments or maybe just
fantasizing about what he’d like to do to me right then. Either way, I
had a pretty good suspicion it had nothing to do with the thread count of
my dress.
For a brief moment I had similar thoughts but then he sat back in the
couch and I knew it wasn’t going to happen, at least not today. Then
again, it wasn’t like I could blame him. The last time he’d fucked me
was at his house during a similar family bash but we’d managed to get out
of the house to where nobody could see us. Today it wouldn’t be nearly
so easy and as much as I knew he’d love to do me again, at the same time
it wouldn’t be worth it for either of us for anyone to find out.
Sometimes a little discretion is necessary, even when I’d rather not.
Sitting there quietly as everyone ate their choice of dessert, my pussy
was starting to throb with the memory of Rick’s thick dick so recently
filling it. I worried for a moment that some of the remnants of his
massive burst of cum might still leak out of me but fortunately that
didn’t seem to be a problem. Funny how that works in that sometimes
nothing leaks out at all and then others it’s like I have to wipe myself
off for hours afterwards. Naturally the latter usually happens when
least convenient. One of those mysteries of life I guess.
Looking across the room to where Tammy and Craig were nestled together in
the love seat, I thought about how Kristi had been flirting with him
earlier. Oh yeah, I could definitely understand her motives. Yes, it
WOULD be hotter than anything to seduce him and have him fuck me, even
hotter if Tammy caught us but couldn't do anything but watch. OK, so
maybe that’s getting a little bit over the top. After all, she WAS my
cousin and not just some overweight wife who wasn’t satisfying her
husband like the wives of so many of the men who had fucked me in the
past. Besides, would I really do it? Probably not. Well, to be
perfectly honest make that I would never do it although I have to say the
fantasy was enough to make my pussy tingle even more than it had been.
As for Kristi though, I doubted my ex-whore of a cousin would’ve
exercised such constraint given the opportunity. I could only imagine
how many divorces she was responsible for over the course of her
“career”.
Watching the two lobe birds though, I couldn’t help but remember those
days back so long ago when I first started fooling around with my cute
little cousin (at least she was little back then). Watching her being
fucked by my dad, then by her dad the next day, and eventually by her
brother a week or so later, were all special memories that I’ll never
forget. Seeing her with Rick has been the only time I’ve actually
watched a brother and sister have sex, at least the only time that it
meant anything to me. Oh sure, I’ve seen numerous brother-sister
matchups at the family parties Steve and I have attended but that was a
totally different situation. As I didn’t really know the people involved
it lacked any sense of intimacy, at least not the same as seeing my two
horny cousins fucking each other.
Tammy also had the distinction of being the first young girl I’d had sex
with. Not that I was all that old myself at the time but still,
virtually every other female I’d had sex with before then had been either
older than me (like my mom and aunt) or close to my age (like my cousin
Kristi or my BFF Beth). In some ways I felt like I was Tammy’s sexual
mentor. Like if it hadn’t been for me, would she have ever had sex with
her dad and brother? Odds were against it. Would she have enjoyed being
a slut in school? Just imagine all the fun experiences she might have
missed out on if it had not been for my example.
With all these thoughts running through my head, my pussy was warming
fast and it startled me for a moment to realize the real reason. It
wasn’t so much Craig that was drawing my attention to the love seat, it
was Tammy! Oh my god, she had grown up so much since our last time
together in bed. I imagined being alone and naked with her now, not as a
young teenager anymore but as a mature, confident woman. Usually I never
felt this strongly when it came to an attraction to a woman yet we shared
a special bond that had been forged over the years. Hmmmmmm, did she
feel the same about me?
“Cute, aren’t they?” my Uncle Paul said to me quietly as he broke my
concentration. Guess I hadn’t realized I’d been so mesmerizing!
“Yeah, I hope it works out for them.”
“Too bad though, always wanted to nail that.”
I sat up straight and looked around to see if anyone was listening.
Damn, was he nuts? Thankfully everyone seemed occupied in their own
activities and with all the hubbub nobody would have overheard what he’d
said only inches from my ear. Still, not exactly typical family room
conversation.
“Yep, your dad was one lucky jerk.”
Damn, what was this, confessional time without the private booth?
“Uncle Paul...,” I started, not really sure what to say though.
“What?” he feigned surprise as if he had no idea what I was objecting to,
“Just saying your dad’s lucky.”
My eyes just rolled. Yeah right!
“You know, back when he first told me I didn’t believe him,” my uncle
continued anyways, “Damn, fourteen! Pretty darn sweet of you.”
I had to smile at that. Back then it had been more an attempt by me to
assuage my guilt for not allowing my father to have my virginity when I
was fourteen, instead allowing my boyfriend to do it. Sure, as fate
would have it that same boyfriend became my husband but at the time, who
would have ever expected THAT massive coincidence to occur? These days
I’ve reconciled myself to understanding that it wasn’t my fault but more
my mother’s for making my dad keep his true feelings bottled up until I
made the first move. But back then I saw my cousin a sort of a
reconciliation prize, allowing him to take my virginity by proxy using my
fourteen year old cousin, if that makes sense.
“Think he’s gotten any yet?”
My mouth dropped a little. Like damn, how far was he going to take this?
It wasn’t like we were texting or conducting a private conversation after
all. Yes, so maybe nobody was hearing us but I still felt a little
uncomfortable under the circumstances.
“Probably not,” he mused, answering himself, “I hear she’s become Miss
Innocent lately. Oh well, guess that’s one that got away.”
“Well, you’ve done pretty well I think,” I teased him, knowing he must
have been feeling pretty horny so why not? “Two out of four nieces isn’t
bad.”
I was referring to myself and Kristi as being on the “I banged that” list
versus Tammy and Kate on the “struck out” side of the ledger and he knew
exactly what I meant.
“Can’t blame a guy for wanting to bat 1000!” he said wryly, “Pisses me
off to lose to your dad most of all.”
Another rolling of the eyes in response to his “scorecard” remark.
“Speaking of which, you guys still doing the Sunday morning thing?”
“You mean church?” I replied teasingly.
“Yeah sure... let’s call it that,” he chuckled, “I guess there’s a lot of
‘my god’ going on.”
I elbowed him sharply.
“Damn girl, what did I say to deserve THAT?” he laughed, pretending to be
upset at being misunderstood, “You know, I wouldn’t mind making a
contribution myself.”
My eyes were going to get dizzy if they kept rolling like this!
“Seriously Kelly...,” he added, allowing his voice to drift off.
Whoa, he WAS being serious. Up until now I figured it was just all hot
air and flirting which was typical for him. Still, reality said there
was no way. Like where could we do it even if I DID agree?
“Uncle Paul... get real.”
Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you Kelly...
now!”
It was all I could do to keep a straight face. Damn, right in the middle
of the family room too. Then again, it WAS pretty hot and in the mood I
was in at the moment... appealing as well.
“Then what’s stopping you?”
From the brief look of surprise I got the idea that he had been bluffing
and now he was caught. Well, served him right for thinking he could pull
this sort of thing on me. Like not my first time around the block you
know.
“Really?”
“Why not?” I shrugged, trying as best I could to act casual as if it was
something I could just take or leave.
“Right here?” he said with a wink.
Oh sure, NOW he was getting ridiculous although I have to admit that for
a brief moment the idea was really erotic. Just imagine if I were to sit
on his lap right now, his erect dick sticking out of his pants and
pressing up into my welcoming pussy with my skirt hiding what he was
doing from everyone. Well, as improbable as it would be to get away with
that when I was younger, now at 29 and married with child who was going
to buy it? Still, so far as fantasies go it wasn’t half bad!
“Your just trying to tease me Uncle Paul,” I accused him.
He glanced around, apparently to assess the situation and then gathered
himself up saying, “Well, I need to use the restroom...”
From the way he winked at me it was obvious he had more on his mind than
his bladder. As he walked towards the hallway I knew the ball had been
served into my court so the question was, would I let it go by or return
the serve? I knew I only had moments to make a decision as this couldn’t
drag on too long. In fact, that was probably the one thing that made me
hesitate - how much time before either people noticed us both missing or
someone else needed to use the bathroom?
Well, nothing ventured nothing gained. It wasn’t exactly what I’d been
fantasizing about watching Tammy and Craig - I think I would have taken
either of them before my Uncle Paul! Still, the odds of anything
happening with those two were likely zero so why not take what was being
offered? Uncle Paul was not a spring chicken anymore but I had some fond
memories of our previous times together. Unlike his youngest brother, he
was very sweet and always seemed to be more concerned about my pleasure
than his. Small wonder my mom kept him to herself all those years!
I got up but instead of following him directly to the restroom, I headed
back to the dining room and took the long route through the kitchen to
the hallway leading to the upstairs master bedroom and guest bathroom.
Nobody was in sight so I twisted the doorknob and quickly entered,
closing it behind me as quickly as possible.
“Well, well, I was wondering if you’d come,” Uncle Paul greeted me with a
wide grin, “From the way you were eying those two I had a feeling you
were a bit on the randy side today. Haven’t gotten any today?”
I just smiled back and let him draw his own conclusion which didn’t take
long.
Uncle Paul slapped his head in that “I could have had a V8” way saying,
“Oh that’s right, it’s Sunday. So how was daddy this morning? You know,
I’ve never quite figured out how both of my brothers managed to do their
daughters when I haven’t so much as gotten a feel of my own.”
That made me crack a smile. Indeed, both of his daughters WERE pretty
hot. I recalled going to a bachelorette party for one of them when I was
barely eighteen and yes indeed, they were both pretty wild back then.
Marriage and kids though seemed to have settled them down a lot. Oh
well, it should serve as a lesson to em what NOT to do now that I was in
the same boat.
“You know this is the only restroom on this floor for people to use,” I
reminded him as he seemed more interested in chatting for some reason,
“We don’t exactly have all day.”
Uncle Paul almost cracked up. “Wow, so my slutty niece IS horny. What’s
the matter, your cousin didn’t satisfy you today?”
I gave him the evil eye which just made him smirk all the more. “Oh come
on, you think people didn’t notice? Of course it didn’t help when Kate
came around looking for her brother at the same time you’d pulled a
disappearing act. Didn’t have to be an accountant to add that one up.”
Well, he was right about one thing - I WAS horny, surprisingly so
actually. Despite his teasing, Rick HAD done a pretty good job earlier
and up until a short while ago, about the last thing I’d figured was
going to happen today was to have sex with my uncle. Now my hot little
cousin... that was a different story. Funny how in the end things were
working out exactly the opposite.
“Do you want it or not?” I huffed softly with my hands on my hips.
“Oh yeah... I want it baby,” he all but growled, “But you’re going to
have to be a miracle worker.”
No what was THAT about? Then he undid his belt and pants, unzipping them
and dropping it to his ankles along with his white underwear. Whoa! He
wasn’t just joking. Indeed, judging from some past experience I WAS
going to have to pull off some kind of miracle if I wanted him to fuck
me.
“Damn new blood pressure medicine,” he said apologetically, “Frickin’
doctor warned me this might happen but I figured he was just covering his
ass. Well... see what you can do I guess.”
Crap. He was flaccid and by this time when I’m with a guy his cock is
showing at least a LITTLE bit of life. Granted, most of the older men
I’d ever been with didn’t exactly grow at the rate of the young boys I
sometimes enjoyed but still, there was SOME response by now. My uncle
looked like he just came out of a cold shower!
Oh well, couldn’t hurt to at least try I figured so I squatted down and
took his soft dick in my hand, leaning forward on my heels to take his
dick in my mouth. Now I’ve always said one of the more erotic moments
for me is to be able to start with a soft dick and feel it harden in my
mouth and eventually cum. Of course that assumed it reacted as God
intended! Even when I started with a guy totally flaccid - such as when
I would suck my husband in his sleep, it still would perk up pretty
quickly. Well, after about a minute there was still barely even a twitch
as my tongue and lips caressed his limp dick.
“Now this is embarrassing,” he finally said and from the apologetic tone
of his voice I was pretty certain he WAS. I imagine that for a man it IS
pretty embarrassing to be unable to perform. I mean like so many guy’s
entire self-esteem seems to be built around their dicks. Hence all the
talk and such about cock size and performance which seems to come
primarily from men unless a woman is trying to get the attention of him.
As embarrassing as it was for him, I also felt a little discomfort. Like
he couldn’t get hard for a girl 30 years younger than him, his own niece
at that? It was almost insulting. I mean like didn’t I turn him on? I
didn’t give a dang about what medication he was on, there had to be SOME
reaction to me, right?
“Strip for me Kelly,” he suggested.
Given the circumstance that was about the LAST remedy I would’ve
suggested. It’s not like we were sequestered in some hotel room with the
entire night ahead of us. I figure we had maybe ten or fifteen minutes
max before someone would start wondering what was going on. Still,
drastic circumstances sometimes require drastic measures so I dropped him
from my mouth and stood up.
“Give me a hand,” I asked him as I started to lift my dress over my head.
It didn’t take much for me to be naked although I kept my heels on. A
woman NEVER takes her heels off for sex, LOL. I once heard a Hollywood
actress quoted saying something like when she arrives home alone, the
FIRST thing she removes are her heels yet when she brings a man home then
the LAST thing she takes off are her heels!
“Oh shit you look incredible,” he said softly as his eyes ran up and down
my now nude body, “Are you sure you didn’t adopt?”
I just shook my head at that one and went back to work on his dick.
Well, almost immediately I felt a tremble and sure enough, he started to
react. Not like he grew all that much, but enough that I could feel him
just a little bit larger inside of my mouth.
“Keep going... don’t stop!” he urged me, putting his hands on the back of
my head and pulling me into his hairy crotch.
After a few minutes though I was starting to get a pretty good idea of
where this was going. Now while I LOVE being fucked by older married men
but while there are certain advantages - being treated like a princess,
the satisfaction of him cheating on his wife to have me, the thrill of
roleplaying as his daughter, there’s also the point that older men also
come with some complications. Heck, even my husband who’s only thirty
has already “lost a step” when compared to his teenage years although I’d
never even so much as hint I’ve noticed.
The one thing I had going for me now though was my experience. What I
mean is that this wasn’t my first rodeo in terms of dealing with a
“problem” (heaven help that I ever mention the words “erectile
dysfunction!) If anything, it was sort of a revelation the first time in
that I guess I always assumed a man had to have a full-blown erection to
achieve orgasm. Like isn’t that what they teach you in sex-ed? I guess
technically it’s never stated as a requirement but the assumption is
certainly implied.
It wasn’t until I started having sex more often with older men that I
learned a starting secret - men can have orgasms without being erect! Or
at least not rock hard like I’d become accustomed to until then. It was
amazing to suck on a guy and feel him soft in my mouth and then suddenly
the precum would flow followed by a flood of sperm!
Granted, this might be good news for the guy but there WAS a rather
glaring problem so far as I was concerned in that it could be next to
impossible for him to fuck me without at least being semi-rigid. Indeed,
there have been a few cases where it never got stiff enough to push its
way into me and thus all I got was a mouthful of cum.
So it appeared to be the case on this day. While there WAS some reaction
stirring in my uncle’s dick, it was getting more obvious by the minute
that so far as being fucked... not gonna happen. It was about as sharp a
contrast as you could imagine when compared to what my much younger
cousin had done to me a couple of hours earlier but then that’s like I
suppose.
“Touch yourself,” Uncle Paul whispered in a voice husky with lust, “Let
me see you play with your cunt.”
Ugh, there was the “c” word - cunt. Do guys have any idea how degrading
that sounds to a woman? While “vagina” sounds cold and clinical when
compared to “pussy”, “kitty” or other similar nicknames, it was a LOT
better than it being referred to by such a skanky name. Nonetheless, I
knew what he wanted and why. Since I first let a guy watch me in the
front seat of his parents’ car back in high school I’ve know the power I
have over men who can’t seem to get enough of watching me masturbate.
Hey, if it helped my uncle get off, why not? It’s not like I minded!
That and who knows, maybe it might motivate him sufficiently to where he
might get stiff enough to actually fuck me?
“Shit you look so hot when you play with yourself,” he murmured as I
continued to suck on his dick with every trick I had in my arsenal.
Alas, with each passing minute I became more resigned to the
understanding that it just wasn’t going to happen. On the other hand, it
DID feel pretty damn good to finger myself while I sucked on him! As
occupied as I was with his dick I wasn’t about to cum myself but from the
resulting wetness there wouldn’t have been any doubt if someone was
watching that I was feeling pretty darn good!
“Oh my god!” he groaned. Precum began to ooze from the tip of his dick
onto my tongue. Unlike when a guy came and it would spurt into my mouth,
this was more like a continuous oozing of fluid over my tongue and taste
buds.
He was close and none too soon as I figured there had to be somebody
needing to use the bathroom sooner or later after dinner. It would be
sort of difficult to explain why the two of us had been in there
together, especially if the person had any idea for how long.
The distinct taste of precum in my mouth signaled his arousal was about
to reach the critical stage. Then without further warning my uncle’s
hips pressed into me as he began to cum. The first load shot out and hit
the back of my mouth, followed quickly by another. Early in my sexual
“career” this would have caused me to choke or gag resulting in total
embarrassment. Those days were long behind me though as I am much more
experienced, to say the least, and was ready to handle it.
“Ohhhhhh,” he groaned as he held me head in against his crotch as he
finished ejaculating. It really wasn’t necessary as I had no intention
of letting him escape until he was done. The last thing I needed as an
errant cum shot staining my dress or landing somewhere on me that I
didn’t know about only to be in full view of everyone later. One last
shudder and he stopped, leaving me to let his dick slip past my lips and
flop down.
“Damn you’re good,” he whispered with a smirk. My own smile in return
was if to say. Yeah, like I didn’t know!”
He quickly dressed as I stood up and straightened myself out. I washed
my hands as I checked myself out in the mirror just to make sure I hadn’t
missed anything. Looking back at him, I couldn't help but think that
there was at least one thing good about his condition - he didn’t have to
wait for his cock to shrivel before leaving the room.
We both stood there in an awkward silence as neither of us seemed to have
anything to say. Finally he just shrugged and said, “Well, I guess I
should say thanks. I feel really bad though that I couldn't do more.”
Yeah, it WOULD have been nice to have had him fuck me after all the work
I’d gone through. Still, it wasn’t like it had been a total waste of
effort. I’d had one guy ages ago that not only couldn't get it up but he
never came either. The difference being was that for him it was all
about a major guilt trip in that he couldn’t deal with cheating on his
wife. Oh sure, adultery was a great jerk-off fantasy for him but when it
came to real life and having sex with a real woman he couldn't get past
his guilty conscience.
I smiled and leaned up on my heels to kiss him but he shied away.
“Sorry,” he apologized,” Not ‘till you use some mouthwash.”
Why is it that every man in my family is a homophobe? I don’t mean just
when it came to sex with other men but anything related to the male sex
act. Just because my mouth probably had a bit of an aftertaste following
the blowjob, he was freaked out totally! Oh and it was HIS cum! So you
can just imagine what his reaction might have been had it been after I’d
been with another man.
Just then there was a knock on the door. Damn! Had we just been a
minute or two faster this sort of situation might have been avoided. My
heart raced as I wondered who was on the other side of the door.
“Just a minute,” I called out.
“It’s ok, no real hurry,” said the voice from the hallway. Oh great, it
was my cousin Tammy! Well, at least it wasn’t her sister.
Decision time... oh well, it wasn’t like she didn’t know about some of
the things I’d done although I was pretty sure she didn’t know our Uncle
Paul was on my resume. Heck, even if she didn’t her own father had
fucked me numerous times so why would it be a big deal. For that matter,
I wondered if SHE had been fucked by our uncle in the past. If her dad
had used her to get my dad to agree that he could fuck me, then who knows
what he might have used Tammy for when it came to something in return
from his brother-in-law. The only thing I was pretty sure of was that it
didn’t involve his daughters although I could be wrong there (but I
REALLLY doubted it). Still, the very idea was pretty hot!
Uncle Paul was zipped up and ready to go so I took a deep breath and
slowly crack open the door. I was OK with Tammy seeing the two of us
together I the restroom but I had to be sure nobody else did, at least
nobody that would matter.
The coast was clear so I opened it wide enough see my cute cousin
standing there impatiently. She was about to say something, probably
some smart remark about me taking forever, when I saw her eyes widen
after seeing who was standing behind me.
Oh.... my... god,” she whispered. I couldn't help but cringe as if you
ask me, that’s become the most worn out and cliché phrase in the English
language today. It seemed I was always correcting my students whenever
the situation arose.
“You saw noth-ing,” I said with a grin in my best Sergeant Shultz
impression.
“You slut!” she said hoarsely, trying to keep her voice down, “Uncle
Paul?”
Few words but her expression and tone of voice spoke volumes. It was
like she wasn’t shocked that I might be having sex in the bathroom (the
slut reference came out more as a compliment) but rather that she
couldn't believe I’d done it with our oldest uncle.
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” I taunted her as I moved past her
and into the hallway.
That’s when I saw it - the conspiratorial glance and eye contact between
the two of them. Damn, he HAD fucked her, I just knew it. Well, this
was definitely going to be a topic of discussion someday in the future
but for now it was more important to clear the hallway before an
unexpected visitor arrived.
I turned and went into the kitchen while my uncle made his way back to
the living room so we wouldn’t both return at the same time from the same
direction. This might not fool everyone but for those without any
knowledge of our true relationship it should be enough to keep inquiring
minds from knowing.
My husband was in the kitchen, snacking on leftovers as usual.
“THERE you are,” he greeted me, smacking me playfully on my bottom.
“Steve!” I hissed, moving my eyes towards the others across the room.
Well, even if they HAD seen him it wasn’t anything to talk about. After
all, he WAS my husband.
“Where the hell have you been?” he asked, “Been looking all over for
you.”
“In the bathroom.”
Steve rolled his eyes saying, “What happened, fall in?”
I glanced around briefly and seeing the coast was clear I grinned
naughtily and opened my mouth to show him my tongue. My uncle’s cum was
long gone by now but Steve took the hint quickly enough.
“You’re shitting me,” he said softly with a grin. I knew he’d be turned
on. The only complaint Steve would ever have about me sucking another
man’s cock was that he didn’t get to watch. “Who?”
I just grinned but didn’t answer him. Let him stew over it a bit. It
was getting close to the time for us to leave and I knew the more he
thought it over, the hornier he would be and the better sex we’d have
when we got home.
As things turned out, I was right on the money!
THE END