Subject: A Christmas Trifecta
Story Codes: MF adultery incest father daughter uncle niece
Diary Date: December 25, 2014
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Thanksgiving had been... well, interesting would be one way to put it.
Now the question was, would my newest "favorite" family member make
another holiday special for me? Of course I had to treat Santa first!
And if you're going to do it with two brothers, why not three?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - A Common Fantasy
Chapter 2 - Brother #1 - Santa's Treat
Chapter 3 - Brother #2 - Putting Aside Old Issues
Chapter 4 - Brother #3 - Just Going for It
Chapter 5 - Thanksgiving All Over Again?
Chapter 1 - A Common Fantasy
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Talking with guys, there are a number of fantasies that most seem to have
in common. Of all of them though, the one that seems to create the most
interest is having a threesome - where I mean two girls for him. Of
those, the most common subcategory of that fantasy has to be to do it
with sisters... and then the best version of THAT would be with twins,
especially if they were enjoying each other right in front of him. Of
course, the absolute ultimate scenario for most men would be if the twin
sisters girls were virgin young teenagers!
When people talk about fantasies though, it always seems to be implied
that you're referring to MALE fantasies. It's as if it's perfectly fine
and acceptable for a guy to fantasize and masturbate about having sex
with two twin underage girls but should a woman have a similar fantasy
two brothers then that's somehow off-limits and perverted. Personally I
think it's because most men are homophobic to some degree and so the very
thought of two brothers having sex together goes against everything that
turns them on.
(If a guy claims he's NOT homophobic, just ask him if it's ok for his
dick to rub up against another guy's during sex. Odds are pretty good
he'll NEVER say yes!)
Well heads-up to all you macho men out there... women DO fantasize and we
DO think about such things when we masturbate. And yes, we DO masturbate
- a LOT, and it's not just on cam for guys to get off watching us.
In my case I've come about as close as you can get in terms of this
particular fantasy. My own father has two brothers - one older, the
other younger. Over the course of the years I've been fucked by all
three. However, while I've done it with my dad and his younger brother
Jim together a few times, much to my chagrin my older Uncle Paul has
never been part of any threesomes with me, let alone a brotherly
foursome. Mmmmmmm, not that I haven't imagined doing it! Indeed, many a
day after a family get-together I find myself masturbating afterwards as
I dream of missed opportunities.
People might ask why I haven't had all three at the same time if I've
been with each individually and even together with my dad and Uncle Jim
more than a few times? Well, as you might imagine it gets complicated...
First, you need to understand that my Uncle Jim is an asshole. Not just
any old garden-variety asshole but a TOTAL, 100% asshole. The only
reason I even allowed him to fuck me in the first place was more a quid
pro quo as a favor to my dad so that he could fuck my younger cousin
without having to do it behind his brother's back. When I have sex with
a man I like to be treated well - as a lady if you will. I'm not at all
into the humiliation and bondage scenes. Yes, I like a man to be
assertive and controlling but in the end I know that I'm the one who is
really in control. With my Uncle Jim though, that's not the case. What
especially annoys me is his lack of respect for my feelings about anal
sex and facials. Yes, he IS my uncle and as a male within my family I'm
obligated to submit to him. Still, Christian submittal is a two-way
street and it doesn't give him the right to disrespect me and take
advantage of his position in the family.
Second, my dad is exactly what I described earlier - a total homophobe.
Threesomes are fine for him - so long as he's the only male involved.
Those times when my Uncle Jim had fucked me with my dad there were more
like they shared me and almost always when my cousin Tammy was there as
well making it more of a swap. Only once have they ever both fucked me
at the same time and that was a LONG time ago in what turned out to be a
never to be repeated act. Like most men my dad has always enjoyed being
WATCHED as he fucked me. I know it turns him big-time when people see
him fucking his own daughter - he IS such a guy after all! But to do so
WITH other men, especially his brothers, was simply not going to happen.
Last but not least, it's not like my Uncle Paul has been that anxious to
advertise his infidelities, not even to his own brothers. When I learned
that he'd been fucking my mother all through their respective marriages
it was a total surprise to me as she'd never mentioned it to me - or to
my dad either for that matter as I learned. From my perspective even
though we are not blood related, we're still related by marriage which is
sacred and just as binding and equivalent as if we were. Thus I would
claim that as my uncle our sex is an act of incest which, by definition,
is not an act of adultery. However, I'm well aware that what to me are
simple truths are considered by others to be rationalizations and Uncle
Paul is one of those. Then again, it's not like he's exactly been
worried about committing adultery which in my book is a sin. I guess you
could say it works for us in that I view it as incest and thus not a
problem and if he considers it adultery then so far as I am concerned
then it's HIS problem, not mine.
So bottom line... I've more or less reconciled myself to the fact that
any fantasies I might have about being fucked by three brothers at the
same time were almost certainly going to stay just that - fantasies.
That is, unless I get lucky enough to find three other brothers but what
are the odds of THAT considering it's almost impossible to even find TWO
brothers. Even when I was a teenager and dating the guy who is now my
husband while also fucking his younger brother it was impossible to ever
have them both at the same time!
That said, there really wasn't any reason why I couldn't have all three
on the same DAY at least. If course that meant a day when all three were
available which only happened a few times a year, typically Easter,
Thanksgiving and Christmas which was when our entire family traditionally
gathered. It wouldn't be the first time by any means that I'd done it
with at least one of them during these holiday events but not all three -
at least not yet.
As I said, not YET! This year I was determined to make it happen for a
number of reasons. First, and I hate to even mention it as it makes me
almost choke even to write it, I'll be hitting the thirty mark in just a
few months. OMG, I never dreamed I could ever be this old! Second, and
probably more influential, I was pregnant with my second child. So
you're probably asking just what did THAT have to do with this? As my
mom always says... it's all in the timing. I was at that point where the
morning sickness was behind me and the horny stage was now in full swing.
Don't ask me why, maybe it's in the genes as my mom said she had the same
"problem" when she was pregnant with me. It's like I'm horny all the
time - and by that I mean even more than usual if that's even possible.
Yeah, like ALL the time! While my belly certainly wasn't flat by any
stretch of the imagination, it still wasn't looking like I was hiding a
basketball under my top so having sex wasn't a problem physically. So
put it all together - my fantasies of sex with brothers, approaching a
dreaded life milestone, and my hormones in overdrive... Christmas
couldn't have come at a better time this year!
Chapter 2 - Brother #1 - Santa's Treat
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It should go without saying that of the three, one brother stands out
from the rest - my dad. My father started fucking me when I was sixteen
and while things now between us sexually are certainly not at the cosmic
level they'd been back when I was in high school and living at home, I
still did my best to see him at least once a week before church at the
very least. Fulfilling my obligations as his daughter has always been a
top priority for me.
Since I was just a little girl I've always looked forward to my dad's
"special" Christmas present for me. By that I mean the one we only
opened up at home when it was just me, him and my mom. Each year he'd go
out and buy me an outfit to wear just for him to see me in. It might
have been a super-small bikini or a fantasy outfit like something from a
Disney movie. One thing most of them had in common - they were usually
sheer, tight, and risqué. As a preteen they were definitely for
"private" viewing only but nothing involving blatant nudity although as
sheer as some of the outfits were there wasn't a whole lot of difference.
Naturally the older I got the more revealing the outfits became and the
more "adult" the theme. Like when I was eleven he bought me sexy little
Snow White costume but instead of a long skirt it was more like a figure
skater's outfit with a matching thong that left little to the
imagination. Don't even ask em where he found it! When I was thirteen I
got my first "naughty French maid" costume which pretty much signaled the
end of the "Disney" theme era. Of course once we started having sex, my
sixteenth Christmas outfits definitely changed to where they qualified
more for a strip club than anything else.
The whole idea behind his outfits was for me to model them immediately
afterwards. Of course when I was younger I had no idea that my dad was
having such naughty thoughts when he would stare at me and insist I sit
on his lap in my brand new outfit. The fact he would have an erection
was obvious yet it didn't really mean anything more to me than he was a
man and was reacting the way normal men do, just as my mom had explained
it to me. Sure I knew my dad masturbated - such things were never hidden
from me, but that he was masturbating about ME... call me naive but I had
no clue. Once he started fucking me things got a lot easier for him as
he didn't have to pretend anymore!
This tradition has endured to this day as every Christmas my dad will
still buy me a "special" present. Even though I know basically what's in
the box when he hands it to me, it's always a thrill to discover exactly
what he chose for me that year.
Things got a little more complicated after I married Steve. Without
going into all the gory details, my husband basically is no different
than most men I've encountered in that he LOVES the concept of incest
when it comes to looking at porn sites and other families. However, he
doesn't want anything to do with it when it involves his own family.
Indeed, most of our biggest arguments have stemmed from his refusal to
admit what I still insist must be his true desires. I mean like just
about every man I've been with that makes similar declarations eventually
admits his true feelings for his daughter or mother so why does my
husband have to be so obstinate?
After an earlier incident with a past boyfriend ended in disaster, I made
absolutely sure that Steve clearly understood my position on incest
before I accepted his marriage proposal. Simply put - I could marry
anyone but I had only one father and that could never change so sex with
him came first. If a guy couldn't deal with that reality then I couldn't
marry him, no matter how much I loved him. When I first broke the news
to Steve he thought I was just playing some sort of practical joke on
him. It wasn't until he watched "hidden" in a closet as my dad fucked me
(of course my dad knew!) that I was able to convince him that it was for
real. I'll admit I was worried for a moment but we came to an
understanding. Steve accepts my "family" obligations so long as we
practice the time-honored "don't ask - don't tell" along with "don't let
me see it". Maybe not the best situation but it works for us.
Since our marriage day I've continued to submit myself to my father as a
proper Christian daughter should while at the same time satisfying my
husband's needs as a proper Christian wife should. It didn't hurt that
Steve has the hots for my Aunt Linda so those few times when he's been at
my dad's house when my dad wanted to fuck me he didn't mind being
distracted by my Aunt's sexy body and skills!
Steve and I also deal with my dad's special presents in the same manner.
Steve is more than happy to hang around while I model my new outfits but
as soon as things move to the next stage he discretely exits the room
along with my Aunt Linda to allow me to properly thank my dad for his
generosity.
This year would be no different...
*********************
Christmas morning finally arrived. I was a little disappointed in that
we weren't even close to having a white Christmas but then the milder
weather wasn't anything to complain about. It wasn't long before Steve
and I had exchanged our presents and enjoyed watching our daughter play
with her new toys as I sucked his dick. It's sort of hard to explain but
while Steve may be unwilling to deal with incest personally, he gets
really turned on when we have sex with our daughter nearby. Of course at
her age she has no idea what's going on so we'll see how that changes in
the years ahead.
It was going to be a busy day so we soon were all dressed and ready to
go.
First stop was of course my dad's house, formerly known as my house. As
we approached the front door I felt a little pang in my heart knowing my
mom wouldn't be there. Although it was now years since my parents had
divorced, on days like this I really missed having our entire family
together. Granted, her younger sister had unabashedly taken up residence
the day after she'd moved out but as much as I loved my Aunt Linda, she
wasn't my mom.
Today it was just the five of us. I'd been hoping that my cousin Kristi
could be there although I wasn't as enthusiastic about her husband's
attendance. Still, even though it was Christmas it wouldn't have
surprised me if she had been there while he wasn't. Kristi no doubt
would've explained it away as he was away on a business trip out of town
but I'd discovered early on that these so-called "out of town" trips
weren't actually happening. Oh well, they've had a strange marriage from
the start but she seemed happy with their arrangement so who was I to say
anything? From a purely selfish perspective it would have worked the
best for me if she had been there as that meant she could have babysit
our daughter later when things got more "adult" as I guess you could
describe it.
The front door was unlocked so I didn't bother knocking but instead just
walked straight in. At first I didn't hear or see anyone but then my
Aunt came around the corner from the kitchen. She was wearing what
looked to be one of my dad's flannel shirts with the sleeves rolled up to
her elbows. Well, at least for Christmas morning she wasn't nude! Of
everyone in our family my Aunt Linda was probably the closest to being
classified as a nudist. It was sort of funny in a way how the women in
our families were so different in that way. My mom, the most
conservative, was almost never seen without at least wearing a bra and
panties and when I say panties, I mean the standard issue type from
Macy's or Penney's and not a skimpy revealing thong. As for me, I had
the rep for being the "bottomless girl" in that since I was a little girl
in grade school I've always loved to run around with my butt bare exposed
to the cool air around me. In contrast, my slutty cousin Kristi was the
family "topless girl" in she was always finding some excuse to NOT wear
anything on top although she did seem to enjoy wearing a thong most of
the time. Not that the ones she wore covered much but it seemed to just
be a thing of hers.
At the far end of the spectrum was my aunt who had been the one to run
around the house naked all the time for as long as I can remember. Even
when I was little and they would visit us (which was most of the time it
seemed) she would doff her clothes as quickly as possible and just hang
around nude. My mom wasn't exactly thrilled to say the least but what
could she really say without being rude? I guess I was a bit naive in
that I never put two and two together when it came to Aunt Linda and my
dad. Looking back now, seeing my mom's nude sister disappearing into my
dad's home office and then shutting the door behind them should have
clued me in that SOMETHING was going on more than just talking about
taxes and her real estate business. That said, in my defense when you're
brought up that way it becomes something normal and as such these sort of
thoughts just don't automatically come to mind.
So anyways, seeing my Aunt Linda completely covered (at least her torso)
by a long men's shirt was a bit of surprise and I knew my ever-horny
husband was a little disappointed from the way he was looking at her. I
mean it's not like he hadn't seen her nude most every other time we
visited, plus the fact they usually had sex as well, but as a man I guess
he would've preferred her to be naked 100% of the time! While she might
be 46 years old now, she took good care of herself. She'd had a boob
lift a few years earlier which took a few years off as well. Even then,
the girls were still 100% "real" in that she didn't get implants; she
just had the sag removed that had accumulated after decades of fighting
(and losing to) gravity.
Then the real surprise hit me as right behind her was my cousin which
took a bit of a load off my mind. Theoretically it wouldn't have
mattered if she had been there or not in terms of what I knew I'd be
doing with my dad. The key difference with her was that it left Steve
and Linda free to do their thing without having to babysit. Knowing
them, they would've probably just given her some toys to keep herself
occupied and done it anyway in front of her but I preferred having
someone around that was dedicated to taking care of her.
Of course my husband didn't waste any time checking to ensure Aunt Linda
wasn't wearing anything under her shirt - and she wasn't to nobody's
surprise. Indeed, I would have been shocked if she had!
"So where's my dad?" I asked Linda after we'd exchanged our Merry
Christmas hugs and kisses.
"Oh he should be down in a minute or so," she answered flippantly and
sure enough, no sooner had she finished than I heard the wooden steps to
the second floor creaking and my dad made his appearance.
"Hey Daddy! Merry Christmas!" I greeted him, hugging him tightly. He
smiled down at me and lowered his head down to kiss me. Our tongues
immediately met and I felt his hands cupping my butt as he stretched to
get them around me with my belly protruding between us.
"Almost can't reach," he teased me, squeezing my ass playfully.
"Oh John, she's looking great," my aunt chastised him as she complimented
me, "How the hell do you do stay so skinny? I looked like a walrus
already when I was at your stage."
I just grinned at her and turned back to kiss my wonderful father again.
She was right though, I was really lucky in that when I'm pregnant I
don't gain a whole lot of weight anywhere but in my belly. People are
always telling me that from behind they wouldn't even know I was
pregnant!
Steve and my dad shook hands and I was a little surprised when they
actually hugged - OK, so just a little but still, even a man-hug was more
than they usually shared. Guess it was the spirit of the season as they
say.
"You guys are late... as always," my dad observed checking out his watch.
He made quite a show of checking the time and I immediately saw he wasn't
as concerned about the time as he was about making sure we all saw his
watch.
"Oh wow, a Rolex!" I gushed, pulling his wrist to me so I could get a
better look.
My dad smiled and I saw my aunt grinning from ear to ear.
"Apparently the real estate business is recovering quite nicely," he
teased my aunt who just kept smiling and nodded.
Then it was my turn to show off the new gold bracelet that Steve had
given me earlier (hence the "thank-you" BJ I'd given him). It cost a
fraction of what my dad's watch had cost my aunt but it still meant a lot
to me.
"Looks like Santa was nice to you this year," my cousin said looking a
little jealous.
"Just goes to show Santa likes his girls naughty, not nice," I answered
half-jokingly.
My dad stepped in saying, "And speaking of Santa's gifts for naughty
girls..."
We all took the rather unsubtle hint and headed to the living room where
the Christmas tree was set up in the corner. We exchanged a few gifts
although most had either been opened prior to getting together or would
be later when we met with the rest of the family. This gift exchange was
for those that wouldn't have been quite appropriate to open in front of
the relatives, particularly the ones who would've been shocked to know
some of the family secrets.
Finally came time for what I'd been eagerly waiting for. There was one
present remaining under the tree and I knew whose it was without evening
having to read the tag. My dad reached under the tree and to nobody's
surprise announced this one was for me. I was grinning broadly as I
settled back into the couch cushions with it on my lap.
"Not going to even try and guess?" my cousin teased.
"Nope, gave that up a long time ago," I sighed as if it really mattered.
Still, just to add a little suspense I shook the box and looked it over
as if I was trying to figure out what was inside. I DID notice one thing
- it was a little heavier at one end compared to the other which was
unusual. Genuinely perplexed, I finally ripped off the wrapping to see
what was hidden underneath.
"Oh cool!" Kristi cried out as she saw what it was, "I've been wanting
one of those for like forever!"
I had to say, it was something new, at least in terms of my dad's
Christmas gifts go. They'd always been some form of clothing but this
year was a first - it wasn't something for me to model for him.
"Oh John, you're really being Bad Santa this year," my aunt said as she
rubbed her hand on his thigh as they sat together and watched me. She
turned to me and explained, "He must have had a thing for them this year,
I got one of my own this morning."
I held up the box for Steve to see and he just rolled his eyes. I had a
feeling it wasn't so much anything to do with what it WAS so much as what
it MEANT I'd be doing with it in the very near future.
"Really, a dildo?" he muttered.
"Actually Steve, it's a vibrator," my cousin corrected him.
"Dildo, vibrator, same difference," Steve retorted.
"Obviously you've never used one," Kristi replied, only half in jest.
Smiling, I looked at my dad, seeking his input.
"Well, given your condition I wasn't sure exactly what you'd be able to
wear this year so I figured why not get something I know you can use any
time," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
Actually I didn't have a working vibrator at the moment. My previous one
had quit - of course at a most inopportune time, and I just hadn't gotten
around to replacing it with all the hustle and bustle of the holidays.
Besides, it's not like I used one all that often as I'm mostly a finger-
girl. Way back when I first started masturbating my mom had shown me her
collection which she kept in a drawer by her bed. She'd graciously
offered to share them with me anytime I'd wanted to use one but I rarely
took advantage of her offer. The one favorite of mine over the years has
been a double-ended dildo which I prefer to use when I'm with another
girl. I love it when I was up close to another girl with one end in each
of our pussies and I can feel it move in me whenever she moves, almost as
if she is fucking me but without the weirdness of her wearing a strap-on.
I've always maintained when I'm having sex with a girl I like it to be
with a GIRL so strap-ons have never been my thing. That said, when I can
sit and watch the two of us sharing the same dildo... well THAT's
something entirely different, at least that's how I see it.
"Soooooo?" my dad prompted me as he glanced towards the stairs leading to
his bedroom.
This was one of those things I love about my dad. It was his home and I
was his daughter so he could've just come right out and said what was on
his mind. Yet he knew how Steve felt about what I did with him and so he
kept the reference as oblique as possible. Not every guy in his
situation would have been so understanding. Yeah, my dad is truly
wonderful!
I leaned over to kiss my husband. "Be back in a bit honey... not don't
you dare behave yourself!"
Kristi knew her role and so she took our daughter by the hand to lead her
up to my old bedroom after which I stood up and headed up after her with
my dad right behind me. I looked back briefly and saw that and my aunt
had already taken my place next to my husband - she wasn't wasting any
time! I knew they would soon be enjoying themselves so it didn't bother
me to leave my husband briefly even though it was Christmas morning. It
wasn't like he'd be missing me!
Up in my dad's bedroom I opened the box and inspected my new toy more
closely. It wasn't anything weird like some of those crazy things you
see advertised but rather more or less just your basic vibrator. My dad
took it from me so he could put in the batteries and check it out. It
was remarkably quiet - a feature which I immediately loved. So many of
these things sound like a chain saw going off which I find it distracting
when I try to use them!
All my prior plans for this morning had gone out the window when my dad
didn't give me an outfit to wear so I was winging it. I briefly debated
about whether to just go ahead and get naked or leave some clothes on. I
quickly came to the decision based on not wanting everything all wrinkled
up when we left to go to see the rest of the family so I didn't waste any
time stripping although I was careful to fold or hang everything up. I
suppose some women would feel self-conscious being pregnant and naked but
this was my dad so I didn't feel shy at all in showing myself off to him.
Besides, what's to be embarrassed about being pregnant?
"Oh... my... god! Kelly, you look absolutely stunning," he whispered to
me softly, the deep sexual lust in his voice unmistakable as he
emphasized each syllable of each word.
Even without the words the way he was looking at me would have told me
everything he was thinking. For the record, I LOVE it when men stare at
me any time. It fascinates me to know that they're wishing they could
fuck me. It turns me on knowing that later when they go home they'll
masturbate about doing just that. Yet no man gives me the chills quite
like my dad when he has the expression on his face that he had at this
very moment. Not even my husband can make me feel quite this way when he
stares at me. There's just something unique, something special about
having your own father be so open and honest about his sexual desires for
you that makes it special and distinctive for his daughter in a way no
other man can.
"I love you so much daddy," I whispered to him as we kissed standing next
to the bed. He was still dressed and I was nude but somehow that just
seemed natural, as if I was there just for him. Indeed, I was!
Getting up on the bed awkwardly, I scooted to the middle and arranged the
pillows behind me so support my back. My poor belly was getting to the
point where I couldn't see easily see between my legs anymore but then
who needs to see what they're in order to masturbate? As a young girl I
was curious and I would sometimes use a mirror to look at my pussy,
spreading myself apart and exploring with my fingers. Sometimes I would
lay on the floor in front of the dressing mirror facing it so I could
watch myself masturbate. It was sort of a turn-on I guess to see what
other people saw when I was doing it. On this Christmas morning my dad
was going to be my mirror. All I had to do was watch his face - and then
watch his reactions.
It's not like my dad didn't get to see me masturbate often. As a young
teen I was what my mom use to jokingly (and not also so jokingly) a
"serial masturbator". Compared to some of my friends I guess I started a
little late at eleven but I quickly made up for any lost time. Once I
learned what crazy pleasures I could get from something as simple as
crossing my legs I was pretty much either doing it or thinking about
doing it. Yes, guys can pee standing up but girls have the upper hand by
being able to get ourselves off just anywhere, anytime.
Back when I was a young girl growing up, I was fortunate that my parents
treated masturbation no different than anything else. After all, just
about EVERYONE does it so what's the point in hiding it? Now that
doesn't mean you flaunt it or put on some sort of sex show, at least not
all the time. At the same time, if you're watching a movie and someone
is turning you on, what's the point in hiding under the covers or running
off to your room? As they say, just do it!
Even though my dad had seen me masturbating literally hundreds of times
over the years since then, there was still something special about when I
DID flaunt it in front of him, when I DID put on a show for him. Why
else would there be so much in interest in girls doing it on their web
cams? Guys LOVE to watch a girl do herself and my dad was as much a guy
as anyone. Today was going to be a little special as I almost never used
a toy when I masturbated at home.
"Like a little?" he offered as he grabbed a bottle of body oil from the
night stand.
Why not? After all, I was doing this for him more than me (although I
wasn't complaining) and if he wanted to see me oiled up a little, what
would it hurt? If anything it would make it easier and in my condition,
anything making it easier was OK with me.
Laying back with me feet spread apart on the bed, I poured a little oil
into the palm of my hand as my dad took up residence at the foot of the
bed. There wasn't really anything for him to sit on so he sat back on
the edge and twisted so he could watch me. Reaching down between my
freshly shaved thighs, I flipped my palm over so the oil spilled onto my
shaved crotch and quickly spread it around, lubing up my pussy slit well.
Then I used the remains on my hand to oil up the vibrator shaft, twisting
my hand around it like I was trying to give it a hand job. It was about
the same diameter as an average dick so my hand fit easily around it.
This was definitely better than sucking on it and spitting on it!
As my dad watched me intently without saying a word, I started off by
playing a little with my boobs, setting the vibrator down by my side
momentarily as I placed one hand over each boob, pinching and twisting
the nipples gently. I LOVE my boobs to be played with, especially my
nipples, but I've never been one of those girls who likes it rough. OK,
so maybe some women get off to clothes pins on their nipples but not this
one! A gentle caress with your tongue, a firm but not overly so squeeze
with your hand, and I'm in heaven! I tried breastfeeding with my first
daughter but that didn't work out. Oh my god I was so sore!
My nipples were already hard - it seemed to have become a more or less
permanent condition while I was pregnant. One thing my husband loved
when I was knocked up was that my boobs seemed to be the first thing to
expand - well before my belly was showing overly so. Indeed, it had been
the sudden increase in my boob size that led me to check to see if I was
pregnant! Normally a solid B cup (although I wore C in most of the ones
I wore to work so they'd be plenty big an comfy), they were now easily
filling a D cup which made my husband - as well as my father, more than
happy. While I didn't necessarily get a thrill over having to wear a bra
more than usual, I found the benefit for me was they got even more
sensitive than they normally were when I wasn't pregnant.
Reaching down with my head, I pulled up on my right boobs and reached out
with my tongue. I could hear my dad suck in a breath when I was able to
reach my nipple with it - something I normally couldn't even come close
to accomplishing. It wasn't so much that I enjoyed it but that I knew my
dad did. Given this was the whole point at the moment, why not?
Keeping my left hand on my left boob, I moved my right hand down to
between my legs. It was almost like an electric shock hit me when my
finger pressed down over my clit! God I was so damn horny! It was being
watched that really had me going, especially since it was my own father
doing the watching. Even if I had my eyes closed and didn't actually see
him, just knowing my dad was there, staring intently as I enjoyed myself
in front of me, added an extra element of eroticism that made it so much
better for me - and him as well I hoped. I was pretty confident it did.
"Are you my mirror today daddy?" I asked him, smiling as I slowly toyed
with my wet and slippery clit using just my index finger.
At first I think he didn't quite get what I meant but then the light bulb
over his head went off and he grinned. No words were necessary, his
widening eyes told me all I needed to know.
Reaching over, I picked up the vibrator and gently started to rub myself
with the tip. I left it turned off for the moment to allow myself to get
started gently rather than just running off a cliff full bore from the
beginning. With its slippery oily coating it glided easily over my well-
lubricated pussy.
My dad shifted his weight to get a better view. "You know, I've always
loved your pussy," he said as he focused on where the vibrator tip was
rubbing over me.
What could I say? He's a man! I've never known ANY man to say he did
NOT love my pussy but that didn't diminish the point of his comment. I
don't care what kind of man a guy claims to be - boob guy, ass guy, leg
guy, whatever... show him a girl's crotch and everything else goes by the
wayside. Face it, the only reason my dad, or any man for that matter,
looks at my ass or chest is when he can't see between my legs.
Slowly the vibrator worked its way down my pussy until it found its way
at the entrance to my waiting pussy. I loved the feeling of it as it
barely penetrated me, just like when a man is trying to position his
erection to enter me for the first time. I moved it in tiny little
circles, threatening to push it in further but then holding off just as
it was about to go in. As I teased myself my free hand dropped from my
breast and I use it to rub my clit again sending chills up my spine once
more. A soft moan escaped from my lips as I closed my eyes and dreamed.
For whatever weird reason old memories of family road trips came to my
mind as I rubbed myself slowly. Riding in the back seat of my dad's SUV,
bored out of my mind as we slowly worked our way from western
Pennsylvania to Illinois to visit my grandmother. It was about an eight
or nine hour trip when you added in all the stops and traffic.
Thankfully I always had something I could turn to when I needed a
distraction...
Memories of stretching out across the backseat came flooding back...
seatbelt laws be damned, I needed room! One advantage of being an only
child was that I had the entire back seat to myself so I would stuff my
jacket or a pillow (if I remembered to bring one) behind my head against
the door and stretch out across the seat on my back or side. Although it
didn't really matter to me, the tinted windows of my dad's SUV kept away
prying eyes while at the same time allowing me to see out, almost like a
two-way mirror. It was such a turn-on to see trucks go by as I
masturbated, wondering what the drivers would do if they could peer
inside and see what the young girl in the back seat of that monster-sized
SUV was doing to herself.
Back then it was all fingers. While I was a virgin I didn't push them
inside of me being as much into rubbing myself. Still, there were those
times when I would fantasize about sex with my boyfriend and pretend that
my fingers were his wonderful dick. Definitely NOT the same thing for
sure but it was just a fantasy after all. I gasped as I pushed the
vibrator into my pussy as I thought about how I would play with myself,
pushing in one and then two or even three fingers inside of me. Images
of my father repositioning his rear view mirror so he could watch me
started coming back.
The sudden surge of pleasure I felt as my new toy penetrated me brought
me back to reality, or at least more so than I had been. I peeked out
between my eyelids and was pleased to see my dad mesmerized by the sight
of his new gift firmly lodged deep inside his daughter's wet and exposed
pussy. It reminded me that it WAS his gift so I needed to be sure to
demonstrate it properly as well.
The sudden change when I turned it on made me jump as the buzzing sound
erupted and my pussy practically screamed out. Damn it felt good! Of
course it wasn't the same as a real dick made me feel but in its own way
it was something entirely different. Good... not great, but still
enjoyable. The nearest analogy I've come up to compare a dildo to a dick
is to say it's like tasting food with and without a sense of smell. When
a man is fucking me with his dick it's like having all my senses working
together. A vibrator was missing the "human touch" so it was like
tasting food when you have a bad cold. It was the same food so
technically it should be the same yet it didn't taste the same to me. In
this case though, what was missing from the vibrator experience was more
than made up for by the attention from my father.
"Oh fuck me daddy, fuck me!!" I begged as I worked my pussy. It was a
performance meant just for him as I knew he loved it when I said those
magic words.
As I squeezed my eyes tightly closed while masturbating I fantasized
about some of the times when my dad had watched me in situations similar
to this. Like wow, there had been a LOT - different times, places and
situations. Despite all the exterior differences there was one common
thread - a father watching his daughter enjoying herself.
The bed suddenly moved and I felt the vibrator being pulled from my
pussy. What the heck? Opening my eyes, there was my dear old dad with
his pants and underwear having mysteriously disappeared, standing at the
foot of his bed holding his newest present out to me.
"Don't you think it's time for the real thing baby?"
Personally, it had been THAT time since the moment we'd arrived. The
only real reason I was doing this was to show him how I could use his
gift. Not that I wasn't enjoying myself, just not what I was hoping
would have happened this morning. Heck, I could (and often did)
masturbate just about anywhere but these days it wasn't like my dad was
fucking me every day anymore.
One thing I immediately noticed - his dick was hard... REALLY hard which
pleased me. It wasn't like my poor dad was a teenager anymore and most
times I had to blow him a little before he fucked me to get him stiff
enough to do it. Yeah, daddy's little slut was now daddy's little
fluffer, LOL.
"Yessssssss, fuck me daddy," I said in earnest this time, saying those
most magical three words with heart-felt enthusiasm. This time wasn't
said just to turn him on. No... this time I meant it. Yes, I wanted my
daddy to fuck me! Oh god I wanted him to fuck me SOOOOOO badly!
Grinning with anticipation, my horny reached out and grabbed my ankles.
Pulling me towards the end of the bed, I was soon laying there with my
ass right at the edge and my legs extended upward in his hands. My
father lowered his arms, allowing me legs to part and wrap around his
waist which pulled my pussy into his crotch. I could feel the tip of his
dick brushing up against my aroused pussy, teasing me as he dragged it
along my slit.
"Stop it daddy!" I pleaded, "Stop teasing me and put it in me!"
"My little slut wants her daddy's dick in her, doesn't she?" he teased me
mercilessly, "Kelly wants her daddy to fuck her, doesn't she?"
"YES DADDY!" I cried out, probably load enough for everyone in the house
to hear me, "Kelly wants you to fuck her. Let me be your little slut....
fuck me daddy, PLEASE fuck me!"
Fortunately he was just as horny as I was and there was no way he was
going to be able to hold back any longer. I gasped as I felt his dick
penetrate me, forcing it's way inside of me and burying itself deeper and
deeper in my hungry pussy.
"God you feel so wet and warm," he gasped as he just stood there still
with his incestuous erect dick now fully stuffed inside of his daughter.
I could feel his coarse thick pubic hair smashed against my bare skin
rubbing into me like a soft hair brush as he ground himself against me.
It was like I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my
father's cock in me. At that moment nothing else existed... my entire
world had compressed into one singular point where our bodies were now
joined together as only sex allows to happen. My father and I were now
one body as he gave me the most sacred gift he possibly could - himself.
It was an amazing feeling, especially knowing that it was my own father's
dick that was filling me up down there. How could he do this to me
unless he loved me and respected me in such an incredible way? It was at
moments like this when I can't imagine how anyone can even question why I
love incest with my dad.
Slowly he started to fuck me, drawing his erection out of me until just
the tip of his dick was between my pussy lips and then just as slowly
driving it back inside of me. I couldn't help but feel a little
conflicted. It felt so damn good when his dick would rub against me yet
at the same time I loved it best when I knew he was as deep in me as he
could be, when we were joined together to the maximum amount possible. I
wanted him to be a part of me but I also loved the incredible sensations
that coursed through me as he stroked his dick in and out of me.
"Oh yesssssss, make me cum daddy!"
Between the time I'd spent masturbating and the eroticism of the moment,
it didn't take long for my first orgasm to rise within me. It would be
followed shortly by another and then more, each seeming to be a little
stronger, each lasting a little bit longer, each making me cry out a
little bit louder than the one before.
"That's it baby, cum again for me."
How many times did I cum? I have no idea! How did he manage NOT to cum?
I have no idea! Still, it wasn't like he could control himself forever
and indeed, I WANTED him to cum!
"Oh fuck baby... I'm going to cum!"
Like he needed to tell me. How many hundreds of times has my father cum
inside of me since that first time almost fourteen years ago? He didn't
need to tell me when he was ready to cum, that was for sure. Still, it
turned me on for him to tell me. I loved hearing the frantic lust in his
voice as he struggled to hold back, to make his orgasm last as long as
possible before suddenly erupting and filling my pussy with his sperm.
(Yes, technically there was no sperm in his cum thanks to his vasectomy
after I was born but it felt the same to me so I liked to think of it as
such.)
"I love you Kelly!" he cried out as he drove himself into me as hard and
deep as he could. I could feel him thrusting as his dick began to spew
his cum deep inside of me, flooding me with his love.
"Oh daddy I love you too," I said, trying unsuccessfully to hold back the
tears of joy as I gripped him between my legs, not wanting him to ever
pull out of me.
For the next few minutes we kissed while he pressed himself into me. We
didn't kiss like lovers but as a loving father and his adoring daughter.
All our lust and passion was shared as our tongues met.
"Oh daddy..." I sighed as he finally allowed his now limp dick to drop
from my pussy. No longer held back, I could feel his cum draining out of
me and running down over my ass onto the bed. For a brief moment I
couldn't help but be happy I'd stripped off my clothes beforehand. It
wouldn't have done to show up and have my relatives see cum stains on my
dress! Still, the very thought of my up-tight Aunt Sheri seeing a
strategically wet spot made me giggle just a little.
"And what's so funny?"
I looked up at my dad who was reaching for some towels he had
thoughtfully placed on the dresser across from the bed beforehand.
"Oh, I was just thinking if I was wearing my dress right now, and then
Aunt Sheri seeing your cum stains on it later."
My dad chuckled. We both shared the same level of disdain for his bitchy
sister-in-law. How she managed to produce a girl as sexy as my cousin
Tammy was a mystery for sure.
"Would serve the bitch right... maybe you should have left it on!"
We both laughed together as he wiped graciously me off. There wasn't
time for a shower and besides I didn't want to get my hair wet so this
would have to do.
"Merry Christmas Daddy!"
My dad stood up straight and gazed at my freshly fucked nude body as I
laid back on his bed with my legs rather obscenely spread apart. He held
up one finger so as to say I needed to just be quiet and sit still for a
moment. Opening the dresser drawer, he pulled out his old camera. Even
though he had the latest iPhone, my dad was still a little old-school
when it came to photography.
"Just a few for the album," he said in response to my look of protest.
It wasn't that I didn't like my picture taken - I LOVED it when he did.
I just felt a little funny looking the way I did. I know, it was silly
of me to feel that way but it wasn't like I was in bikini-shape.
"It's not too many chances I get to get a shot of you like this," he said
as he started to take shot after shot of me. After a few minutes he
handed me back his Christmas present.
"Now show daddy how you like your Christmas present."
He switched the camera to video mode and I just rolled my eyes, smiling
as I did. Men! Well, it wasn't any different from past Christmas
mornings I guess in that he always took a set of photos and then when all
was said a done I would dress again so he could video me stripping out of
them for him. He mentioned his album... the mysterious album he as
always referring to. I could only imagine how big it had to be these
days. Wow, what would guys pay to see it? My dad could probably retire
if he put it up for sale on line! I knew that was just fantasy as he
never would do it. Besides, much of what was in it would likely just end
up getting him arrested!
"Are you guys about done yet?"
I looked over to see my aunt standing in the doorway. She was still
naked and looking flushed so it wasn't like she was exactly ready to head
out the door yet herself.
My dad just grinned and pointed at me. "Ever see such a sexy sight?"
Well, he WAS my dad after all!
Chapter 3 - Brother #2 - Putting Aside Old Issues
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Driving up to my Aunt Sheri and Uncle Jim's place, it was obvious we must
be one of the last ones to arrive judging by all the cars parked outside
in the driveway and on the street. Oh well, I'd take the tingle I still
felt between my legs over being on time any day!
"So do you think Tammy will be here today?"
It was obvious why Steve was asking. He'd been dreaming about fucking my
cute cousin since the day he first saw her! It didn't help him knowing
most of the other men in my family had done her at one time or another,
including her brother and father and as well as my dad.
Unfortunately for my poor husband, things with Tammy had changed lot in
the eight years since my dad had been lucky enough to take her virginity
when she was fourteen. While she'd been what I would call a wanna-be
slut in high school, her aspirations to follow in the footsteps of her
older cousins (me and Kristi) had been largely thwarted by her
overbearing, sanctimonious mother. Whereas both Kristi and I had been
encouraged by our mothers to take advantage of our situations, my Aunt
Sheri did everything she could to keep poor Tammy from enjoying high
school as only a sexy young teenage girl can.
I mentioned that her brother and father had fucked her but obviously this
was something about which her mother was kept totally in the dark. No
doubt she would have killed them all (and I'm not sure that's an
exaggeration) if she ever found out. So not only did Tammy have to hide
her incestuous activities, she also had to deal with a father and brother
who weren't exactly what I considered the most nurturing and caring
people in the world. In fact, as I mentioned earlier her dad was a total
asshole and her brother emulated his father. Once she was off to
college, she was meeting other boys and with her newfound freedom, was
finally able to realize her sexual dreams. Now that she was getting what
she needed and wanted, she pretty much had shut off her dad and brother
so far as sex goes. While normally I would frown on a girl not
performing her Christian duties for the men in her family, in this case I
had to side with her as those same men had failed to meet up with their
end of the bargain.
So this left my poor husband in the unfortunate situation to where Tammy
simply had no reason to give herself to him. I have to say one thing for
the girl, in college she not only got to be the slut she never could be
in high school, she also had become a world-class tease. She knew my
husband wanted to fuck her. Heck, I'd even tried talking her into
letting him do her at least just once as a favor to me. Regardless, she
seemed to enjoy teasing Steve relentlessly and even though he KNEW that
was what she was doing, it was like Charlie Brown kicking the football
with Lucy. Her kept thinking the next time would be different and that
she really meant what she said when she would tease him. Now I love my
husband but sometimes I really have to wonder about him! Oh well, just
goes to show that when it comes to sex, the little head wins every time.
As for me, it had been a few years now since I'd last let my Uncle Jim
fuck me. Even longer since I'd done my cousin Rick. I say "let" him
fuck me in that was more or less the case. As my uncle I had an
obligation to submit to him which I did for many years. However,
submission is not slavery and the man has as many responsibilities as the
woman for it to work. My uncle had failed to live up to his end of the
bargain from almost the very beginning so technically I could have
refused him long before I actually did. The only reason I didn't was as
a favor to my dad as Uncle Jim wouldn't allow my dad to fuck his daughter
if he didn't get to fuck my dad's - meaning me. Once Tammy stopped
fucking my dad, that left me free to do the same with her father which I
promptly took advantage of.
Today though I was on a mission. The simple facts were that if I was to
realize my fantasy of fucking three brothers, that meant one of them had
to be my Uncle Jim. The key would be not to let him know that was why I
was doing it. As much as I knew he wanted to fuck me, I wouldn't put it
past him to refuse if he knew how badly I wanted it. Yes, the trick was
going to be to have him think it was his idea and the he was the one who
was talking me into doing it...
As we gathered our gifts and headed to the front door, I was still
debating over whether or not to tell Steve my plans. Indeed, I hadn't
told him yet and the more I'd thought about it, the more I thought it
better I didn't. It wasn't like I needed his permission to get laid.
Even though legally (at least legal per Kelly's laws) he knew he HAD to
allow me to have sex with my family, neither of us required the other to
get "permission" to have sex with someone else. I mean it was just sex
after all, not like I was cheating on him. Cheating in my book is all
about intent so as long as I was just doing it just for my own enjoyment,
why should he care? Having an affair is something entirely different
though, something I would NEVER consider doing as that would be adultery,
one of the "top ten" rules by which I lived my life.
My decision was also confirmed by Steve's usual sulking after I'd had sex
with my dad. It was so childish that I wanted to smack him but I knew
he'd get over it the next time we had sex. He hadn't SAID anything after
I'd come downstairs after fucking my dad, not even some smart-aleck
remark about hearing me - which he must have considering how loud I'd
gotten a few times. It was the look in his face that told me everything.
It sort of irked me that it was just fine for him to fuck my aunt at the
same time yet he acted as though me fucking my dad was something wrong.
Again, he didn't SAY anything - he learned his lesson back the first time
he tried that crap. Sometimes though people say more with their body
language than they do with words.
The house was indeed filled with people when we entered and the din was
almost overpowering at first. Everyone came up to greet us and I have to
say I probably got the most attention thanks to my current condition.
Passing by the living room on my way to the kitchen where most of the
women were, I noticed my two uncles sitting in the chairs, talking about
world issues for which I figured they had all the answers if someone in
authority would just listen to them. LOL
Steve was carrying our gifts so his arms were filled when my cousin made
her way to us. She was dressed rather conservatively although the
sweater she was wearing was so tight it showed off her well-developed
breasts to their fullest. I couldn't be sure if she was wearing a bra
but I suspected she wasn't from the way she jiggled as she approached.
No doubt it was pissing off her mother to no end but I figured that was
one of the reasons why she wasn't wearing one in the first place. She
was 22 and not taking any crap from her mother these days.
Tammy greeted us and then she whispered something into Steve's ear and
walked away with a smirk in her face. OMG, Steve's face actually
reddened a little but I wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or what. Well,
he's better tell me later what she said, that's all I had to say!
Whatever it was it must have been good but I suspected it was more her
being a cock-teaser than anything else.
Well, two can play that sort of game. Switching gears, I reversed
directions and headed for the crowded living room. Everyone seemed to be
talking at the same time and within the small room the noise level was
ridiculous. At the same time, it also made it easier to say something to
someone without everyone hearing.
For a moment I hesitated... who first? Well, since his daughter was the
one to tease my husband, why not start with her father?
"Hi Uncle Jim, Merry Christmas. Wanna fuck me?"
I was whispering in his ear so nobody could hear and he must have thought
he misunderstood me judging by the surprised look on his face followed by
something more like disbelief. Unlike my cousin though, I wasn't being a
cock-teaser.
"You're joking," he said out loud although nobody could have had a clue
what he was referring to so it was safe.
"If you say so," I taunted him, "Your loss, not mine."
I gave him a peck on the cheek, just the sort of thing any niece would
give her uncle, and walked away. Unlike my cousin though, I didn't
swivel my hips and tease him further as she had done to my poor horny
husband. First, in my condition it just seemed wrong plus the fact the
majority of people in the room would have wondered why I would even do
such a thing. Keep in mind most of my dad's side of the family hasn't a
clue what goes on between the three brothers and their daughters, at
least the daughters of the two younger ones.
Steve had been watching my little performance from the hallway.
"What the hell was THAT all about?" he asked me, nodding his head back
towards the living room.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
Then it clicked and he just shook his head at me without saying anything
further. Of course he'd known what I'd done earlier with my dad but then
he was pretty used to that. Granted, he might still not be thrilled
about my incestuous responsibilities but he loved me enough to deal with
it and not make it an issue. Still, having sex with my dad was one thing
- my uncles another. Especially when it came to my Uncle Jim who even
Steve could barely tolerate.
"Whatever!" was all he finally said under his breath as he turned in the
hallway to move past me and join the other men in the living room. As
for me, I knew I'd be expected to make an appearance in the kitchen so
thoughts of my uncle were put aside for the moment as I made my entrance.
"There she is!" my Aunt Shari greeted me. Somehow I managed to smile and
give her a hug. God, what a hypocrite! Most of my memories of her
growing up revolved around her constant nagging of me and my mom over how
I dressed and acted. Thank God she didn't know the half of it! Then
again, there were times when I almost gave in to temptation and wanted to
tell her how her husband was fucking me and her youngest daughter. Yeah,
it would have made me feel good for a few moments but the ramifications
would have been HUGE so I kept my tongue to myself.
So it went with my other aunt and cousins. Everyone asked the usual
questions - when I was due (as if they all hadn't been told umpteen
times), how I was feeling, was she kicking yet, and so on. It was to the
point I wanted to write an FAQ for my pregnancy like I include in my on-
line diary which I could hand out whenever I met with people.
One good thing though was nobody pestered me to do anything. If anything
it was just the opposite in that I was told to stay seated and not to
over-exert myself. Even though I really wouldn't have minded helping out,
it wasn't like I would have this opportunity again (Steve and I intended
to stop at two) so why not take advantage of it while I could?
Another helpful thing I'd learned already was I could tell people anytime
I needed to go to the bathroom and nobody questioned or even thought
twice, regardless of how often I went or long I was gone for. Sometimes
this came in useful... like now.
To get to the bathroom I had to walk past the living room entrance and I
paused for a moment there, just long enough to catch my uncle's eye. I
raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders, then smiled and moved on
down the hallway. Standing outside the bathroom door - which was
occupied by somebody (I think it was one of my younger cousins but it was
hard to tell through the door), I couldn't help but smile when I saw my
uncle make his appearance. God, men can be SO easy sometimes!
"Not the bathroom," he whispered as his hand landed on my butt and gave
me a bit of a push down the hallway. The only thing down there were two
bedrooms - the master bedroom and a guest room that usually was so full
of clutter nobody would have slept in there anyways. Figuring the only
real option was his bedroom, I walked in and he quickly followed,
shutting the door behind us.
"So what's the story slut?"
If it had been my dad calling me a slut I would have taken it as a
compliment. From my uncle, though, it was said with more of a sneer. Oh
well, whatever, didn't matter to me as I'd been called a lot worse by
people I respected a lot more than him. It never has bothered me for
someone to call me slut. If anything for me it was a compliment. As
I've always said, a whore does what she's paid to do, a slut does what
she wants to do.
"Seems I was pretty clear," I said firmly with a sly smile, "Exactly what
part of ‘do you want to fuck me' was so difficult to understand?"
He glanced back at the door as if expecting it to fly open with a 60
Minutes camera crew capturing everything. That must have caused him to
think as he quickly moved over to lock the door.
"Don't you think people might wonder why the door is locked?" I asked.
"That's better than they find out why it should have been locked," he
chuckled, "So really... what's the story? You've been pretty downright
rude for a long time now when it came to this sort of thing."
Well, talk about the kettle calling the pot black! I withheld my
reaction though as it wouldn't have gotten us anywhere and besides, I was
on a mission.
"I'm pregnant and horny, isn't that reason enough?"
He started to come back with something but I cut him off saying rather
curtly, "Look, if you don't want to fuck me just say so. Otherwise we're
wasting time."
"Hey, I never said THAT!" he said defensively, "You can't blame me for
wondering considering everything."
I pretended to be angry then, which really didn't require much
pretending. "Sorry I asked. Sheesh, all I asked was for you to fuck me.
The least you could have done was just say yes and do it without giving
me a lot of crap."
I huffed and started for the door as if to leave but he grabbed my arm
and pulled me back.
"Then get off your high horse and on your knees then and suck my dick,"
he hissed at me, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles
along with his jockey shorts. Yep, tightie whities, what else?
Typical Uncle Jim, always trying to be the one in charge, always trying
to humiliate the girl. And we wondered why his own daughter no longer
felt she needed to perform her proper duties as a daughter for him.
Well, in my mind he forfeited his rights to her years ago in the way he
treated her. If this was just about him fucking me I WOULD have walked
out then and there, leaving him with his ugly cock hanging there.
Fortunately for him I was on a mission so I didn't yet at the same time
it pretty much locked in the fact that this might very well be the last
time he ever got to have me.
The room was carpeted in thick ancient shag so it wasn't too hard on my
knees as I gingerly got down on them. Like the jerk he was, Uncle Jim
didn't even have the decency to help a pregnant girl!
"That's it slut, suck it!" he groaned as I enveloped his dick in my
mouth. I really wasn't interested in giving him the best BJ, only enough
to get him good and hard as quickly as possible. This wasn't for HIM, it
was for ME.
Regardless of how he might try to act as thought this wasn't that big a
deal for him, his 48 year-old dick betrayed him. Yes indeed, dicks never
lie! He was already half erect by the time my lips touched the tip of
his cock and it was only a few minutes before he was good and hard. As I
sucked his dick I was reminded of why I despised him so much. God, did
he ever bathe? I don't mind the scent of a man's crotch and even get off
from the musky odor sometimes, especially like when I reach into a man's
pants and run my fingers through his thick pubic hair and then put my
fingers up to my nose to smell him. However, there's a fine line between
mucky odor and poor hygiene and with my uncle he was WAY over that line.
Yes, thank God he was ready quick as if it had a few more minutes I might
have just said the hell with everything and walked out for real.
"I think you're ready," I said to him, looking up at him and meeting his
eyes with mine as I stroked his erection with my right hand.
The animal lust in his eyes confirmed my words and he certainly didn't
protest although no doubt he wouldn't have minded me sucking him longer -
what man wouldn't? Then again, he also knew what was next so that more
than made up for it.
I struggled a little to get to my feet but the asshole still wouldn't
offer a hand to help me. Turning around so I was facing the bed with my
back to him, I lifted up my dress pulled it up onto my back as I leaned
over the ned with my legs spread apart. Reaching down I pulled my
panties to the side - no need to strip I figured.
"Fuck me Uncle Jim," I sighed, acting as though it was the one thing I
wanted most in all the world at that moment. In a way it was - from the
standpoint of my goal for the day. So far as HIM fucking me... it was
more a means to an end I guess you could say. Couldn't very well fuck
three brothers unless he did me so that meant I wanted him to. Yet I
really didn't want him to... complicated I know.
Whatever quandary I might be having, there was nothing to debate so far
as my uncle was concerned. Almost immediately felt the head of his dick
between my thighs as he maneuvered his way. My pussy was wet - I LOVE to
be fucked, even it was going to be by this boor of a man, and my pussy
didn't care what a jerk he was. Uncle Jim had a nice hard dick that
would fit well into my pussy and that's all my pussy cared about.
"Oh yeah... fuck me," I moaned softly as he found the entrance and began
to push himself into me. As his dick pressed deeper, I focused totally
on the incredible sensations his hard dick was creating inside of me.
Yes, I LOVE to be fucked! The deeper he drove his cock the more I wanted
it, the more I wanted him to thrust it deep inside of me, the more I
wanted him to cum and fill me with his sperm.
"God I love your cunt," he groaned as he fucked me in earnest. Only an
asshole calls it a cunt in front of a girl but I just ignored him.
So far as sex went, the next few minutes were about as raw and basic as
it gets. No words, no kissing, not even any real signs of motion. It
was just a man driving his dick into a woman - over and over again.
Maybe had it gone long enough I might have cum but that wasn't going to
happen, at least not given how quickly HE came.
"Oh yeah! Fuck!" he groaned, a little loud if you asked me so hopefully
nobody was standing outside the door with their ear against it!
Sometimes I can feel it when a man ejaculates in me, sometimes not. This
was one of those "not" times yet I knew when he did. The sudden change
from thrusting to jerking signaled the arrival of his orgasm and then the
way he slammed himself into me, driving his dick into me as deeply as he
could press it confirmed the act.
Uncle Jim held himself in me for maybe half a minute after which he
pulled out. I stood up - almost too quickly as I felt a little
lightheaded. I could feel his cum draining out of me so I reached over
next to the bed where there was a box of tissues and pulled out a few to
clean myself off.
"Suck me clean," he demanded, standing there with his cum-covered dick
glistening in the light from the overhead fixture. Well, little did he
realize that now that he'd fucked me and given me what I wanted - his
sperm in me, there was no reason whatsoever for me to do anything more
that HE wanted.
"Fuck you," I sneered at him, dropping the façade, "You're such an
asshole."
For a brief moment I was rewarded with a look of confusion on his face
but he quickly recovered.
"What the fuck is this?" he all but hissed at me, "As I recall it was YOU
that wanted ME so badly."
"Well, then let's just say I got what I wanted and forget it," I
countered.
"What a bitch," he said under breath but loud enough to be sure I heard.
"Well, maybe so but this is one bitch you'll never fuck again."
Before he could say anything I had my dress rearranged and was out the
door, leaving him behind with his pants still around his ankle and his
now all but flaccid dick hanging out. It would have been hilarious had
someone walked in now but the hallway was clear. I smiled to myself as I
made my way back to the kitchen, quite pleased with myself.
Two down... one to go.
Chapter 4 - Brother #3 - Just Going for It
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"Finally back," my Aunt Linda greeted me when I reappeared in the
kitchen.
I just cocked my head and shrugged. Then, when I was sure nobody else was
looking I winked at her. While she didn't know any of the specifics, she
got the clue and I'm sure she was wondering who I'd just been with. Not
like I didn't have plenty of options! Still, I would have been willing
to bet she would have been surprised to know whose cum was wetting my
panties as I stood there as if nothing had happened.
"So, who have you been talking to?" she asked me as I took my seat again
at the kitchen table. We both knew she wasn't asking anything to do with
conversation but none of the other women in the room had any reason to
think otherwise. Given Tammy wasn't in the room, none of the other women
on my dad's side had any idea what went on with their men and me.
"Uncle Jim."
I almost laughed out loud at her reaction. Yep, caught her by surprise
with that one!
"Yeah, I need to catch up with Uncle Paul too," I said off-handedly but
again, Aunt Linda knew what I was REALLY referring to.
"Ohhhhhh, I get it now," she said barely loud enough for even me to hear
and she was sitting right next to me. Not that anyone else would have
understood her true meaning.
My pussy was throbbing as I chatted with my cousins and aunts while they
prepared the meal. I almost felt like I was being lazy and taking
advantage of my situation as I just sat there while they did all the
work. ALMOST that is!
Soon it was time for dinner. I took a seat in the dining room before
anyone else and waited to see who would be next to me. Naturally Steve
took the spot on my left but then I was pleasantly surprised when my
Uncle Paul too the one to my right. It was like the stars were in
alignment! I couldn't have asked for two better partners - the man I
loved on one side, the man I was horny for on the other. Not that I
wasn't horny for my husband - that's a given. It's just that I was two-
thirds of the way to my goal now and all that remained was the oldest man
in the room seated right by my side.
"Hi Uncle Paul, I've missed you," I said pleasantly. It was a natural
greeting but with my hand pressing on his thigh I'm sure he got the true
meaning to my words. With the chairs so tightly pressed together so as
to fit everyone it was easy for me to just reach over without being
obvious about it.
Uncle Paul cleared his throat and answered, "I could say the same. So
how's my not-so-little niece doing? You somehow manage to still look
amazing you know."
I think that he said it louder than he might have intended as his wife
seated on the other side overheard him. Not realizing the background to
our conversation she poked him in the shoulder and chastised him saying,
"Now Paul, that's a heck of a thing to say to a pregnant woman. Of
course she looks amazing!"
She meant well but I wondered what she would have said had she known what
her husband had done to me at their house at one of their Eater
gatherings back a few years earlier! For that matter, what he'd been
doing to my mother since they were back in high school. Yeah, family
gatherings can be so interesting!
Steve had been quiet up until that point but now he spoke up.
"You're kidding, right?"
Nobody but me could have had any idea what he meant by that, at least
nobody but perhaps my Aunt Linda and she was seated at the far end of the
table away from us next to my dad so there was little chance she could
make out anything from our end. When my mom first divorced my dad it
created a bit of a stir when My aunt moved in with him but now enough
years had gone by that everyone seemed to accept that the two of them
were living together. After all, it wasn't like it was HIS sister.
"Just mind your own business," I said rather curtly, almost TOO curtly so
I smiled at him and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Don't worry
honey, I'll make sure you're rewarded when we get home if you behave
yourself."
By "behave" of course I meant ignoring what I was doing. God, things
would be SO much easier if he would just get over his issues with incest!
Sooner or later I was confident he would come to his senses. I just
hoped it would be before our daughter was ready to come to him for what I
so fervently hoped would be her first time. It was how things SHOULD be
and just because I'd screwed it up when it came to me and my dad, that
didn't mean I didn't want what was right for my own daughter.
"Just too weird is all," he couldn't resist adding in and then thankfully
dropped it, turning to join in with whatever conversation was taking
place to the other side of him. Well, if we were going to go there then
it was HIM that was the weird one. For a guy who loved having sex with
young girls in front of their fathers it seemed to me that THAT was a lot
weirder than me having sex with my own family.
Dinner went on from there without much fanfare when as the main dish was
finished and my aunts left to get dessert that my uncle took advantage of
his wife being gone. I felt his hand on my leg and then my dress being
pulled up was he worked his hand under it and onto my bared leg
underneath. I didn't react but then at the same time that also meant I
didn't do anything to discourage him which only encouraged him to go
further. With me being scooted up close to the table, my belly pretty
much hid everything going on below.
"Still hungry Uncle Paul" I asked innocently while at the same time
parting my thighs just enough to send him the right signal.
"Depends on what's for dessert," he answered but we both knew the dessert
he was referring to wasn't coming from the kitchen.
"I bet I know what you want," I teased him gently, reaching down and
pushing his hand closer to my pussy. He was at the point where reaching
any further would have been rather obvious so his fingers got within a
couple of inches of my crotch before he judiciously held off from going
any further.
"Oh I'm sure you do," he replied, carrying on our little game.
"Don't you have to watch what you eat now?" he asked cryptically.
I just shrugged and smile. "If anything, I find being pregnant makes me
crave all the more some of my favorite desserts."
Uncle Paul was under now delusions what my favorite dessert was. After
all, he'd provided me with a number of helpings in the past!
Just then the ladies appeared at the door with their hands full of pie
dishes. Uncle Paul quickly pulled his hand back and I adjusted my skirt
just before my Aunt Julie leaned over my shoulder to ask me what my
preference was.
"Oh thanks Aunt Julie but I think I'll save my dessert for later," I told
her, giving my uncle a wink I was pretty sure my aunt didn't catch.
Uncle Paul wasn't about to turn down his favorite pie though so as he dug
in I excused myself and pushed back my chair.
"I think I might need to lie down a bit," I sighed, holding my hand to my
extended belly and breathing deeply.
"Why don't you lie down in our room Kelly," my Aunt Sheri offered as she
must have overheard me while dishing out some pie for my hungry husband.
"I'll make sure nobody disturbs you."
If she only knew...
I excused myself an made my way back to the very same bedroom where not
all that long ago my Uncle Jim had fucked me. The bed was covered with
coats and as this time I wanted to lie down I just pushed them over to
one side and laid back on my back. Not like I had that many options -
laying on my belly was out of the question and even rolling over to my
side could be uncomfortable at times.
Turning off the overhead light, the room was dimmed as I laid back on the
bed. I could vaguely make out the sounds of everyone talking in the
distance but with the door shut it pretty well muffled things. Still,
did they ever shut up? Oh well, that's what family gatherings were for I
guess - talking. Too bad the entire family wasn't more like the men in
the family and then we'd have other things to do as a family as well!
As horny as I was, I still was almost asleep when I heard the door creak
slightly. Turning my head, I smiled as my Uncle Paul looked back over
his shoulder and then quickly sneaked in, shutting the door quietly
behind him. Yep, as I keep saying, men are SO easy!
"This is crazy you know," he whispered in a husky voice, "I mean this is
CRAZY!"
Yes, it was. Yet that was exactly what helped make it so hot for us
both. To have sex with the rest of the family literally just feet away
was incredibly erotic. To have sex with the third brother of my trifecta
just made it all the more so.
"We have to hurry... Julie gave me a strange look when I told her I
needed to go to the bathroom. Still, never thought my prostrate issues
would come in handy!"
At 57 it didn't surprise me. My own dad was already at that stage where
we never passed by a men's room without him taking a precautionary stop.
Even so, taking a pee didn't take that long and even if he was as horny
as I was this was going to be a little difficult to explain to his wife
when he got back. Oh well, his worry!
"You know it's been over 30 years since I did it with pregnant woman," he
observed as he quickly kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and
boxers, keeping his shirt on.
"So you didn't fuck my mom when she was pregnant with me?"
My uncle just smiled and gave me this look like I wasn't catching on.
"Like I said, over 30 years..."
OK, I got it. Blonde moment I guess. My 30th birthday was just a couple
of months away which meant... yeah I got it!
"Soooooo, how do we do this?" he said hurriedly, stroking his dick in his
hand. God, he was acting as antsy as a grade school boy about to have
sex for the first time!
Well, obviously missionary was out of the question. At least that is,
full on the bed style. That didn't mean I couldn't be on my back, just
that he couldn't be on top of me. Seemed pretty obvious to me!
Without saying anything, I reached under my dress and pulled down my
panties to mid-thigh. Uncle Paul took over from there and pulled them
the rest of the way down and off my feet over my shoes. At least he was
more of a gentleman than his youngest brother who no doubt would have
just stood there and left me to fend for myself! I grunted a bit as I
maneuvered my way such that my butt was at the edge of the bed with my
head back against a couple of coats I scrunched up under me. With a bit
of effort I lifted my legs apart so my bare pussy was exposed for him.
"God, that is so sexy," he sighed as he stared down between my legs. He
helped me to get my feet up over his shoulders as he bent down just
enough to get his dick in position and without any further ado pushed
himself inside of me.
"Someone really IS horny!" he chuckled as he easily slid into me. What
he didn't know of course was that all of that lubrication wasn't mine but
then he didn't need to know THAT. Despite what the porn videos would
claim I think most men are grossed out at the thought of having another
man's sperm on their dick.
"Mmmmmmm, now THIS is what I call dessert," I moaned as he thrust himself
deeper into me. Unlike my other uncle, he was so much more caring and
gentle with me, driving himself into me but at the same time not slamming
so forcefully into me that he pushed me back across the bed.
"God your pussy feels so hot!"
At least he called it my pussy and not a cunt! Sometimes I almost find
it hard to believe that he and Uncle Jim are brothers.
"Oh Uncle Paul, your cock feels so good inside of me!"
There was no acting involved in my reactions, no pretending to enjoy what
he was doing to me. This was so much better than what I'd done an hour
earlier in this very same room. Oh sure I enjoyed the raw sexual lust of
being fucked like a slut but I have to admit, it felt so much better when
I knew then man was trying to please me just as much, if not more, than
himself.
With Uncle Paul we could have fucked the rest of the afternoon so far as
I would concerned but the clock was ticking and we both were well aware
that time was of the essence. Despite that, Father Time isn't so easily
thwarted and it took at least a good ten minutes of determined sex before
he finally erupted inside of me. Not like I had a stopwatch.
"God yes!" he groaned deeply as he just held himself in against my crotch
as his dick throbbed in me. Holding still as he did, this time I could
actually feel it as he came inside of me as I could feel the thrusting of
his dick inside of me as each load of his sperm was deposited deep inside
of me."Oh shit, this is crazy!"
Men! It's like when they cum everything just whooshes out with their
sperm and in an instant they go from super horny to super stupid. One
second his eyes were glazed over as his true instincts drove him to do
what nature intended. The next he was suddenly scared stiff that his
wife was missing him!
"I've got to get back before Julie comes hunting me down!" he said more
to himself than me. He quickly pulled on his underwear and pants, almost
catching his still somewhat stiff dick in the zipper as he rushed to get
himself collected.
"Here Uncle Paul, Merry Christmas!" I said with a grin as I grabbed my
panties next to me, rubbed them between my legs to wet them, and tossed
them to him.
For a second I thought he would chicken out and toss them back but then
the male urges still inside of him took over. Tucking them into his
pants pocket, he blew me a kiss and hustled from the room.
He must have been gone for less than a minute when the door opened again.
Thankfully I'd managed to pull my dress down as who should appear but my
Aunt Julie!
"Have you seen my lost husband? I swear, if he's outside smoking I'm
going to kill him!"
I just shook my head and pretended to be half asleep. Meanwhile, my
pussy was practically screaming for me to rub it and I wanted to just
yell at her to leave me alone.
"Well, sorry to bother you, get some rest girl. You have to sleep for
two now."
By that logic I guess I could have said I also needed to have sex for two
as well. Well, as horny as I was these days it was like I was craving
enough sex for two!
I waited a half hour or so before returning to the gathering in the
living rom. The rest of the day would likely be rather uneventful
although I couldn't help but enjoy the totally opposite looks I was
getting from my uncles.
Chapter 5 - Thanksgiving All Over Again?
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It was getting near time when people would start packing up and heading
home. I knew Steve was more than ready. After the events of today -
some of which he knew for sure and others I'm sure he had a pretty good
idea about, he would likely be on me the moment the front door was closed
to "reclaim" me for himself. It was actually something that helped make
our lifestyle work. No matter who I fucked, my husband knew that when it
was all over I was HIS and that HE was the only man who really mattered
to me and the only man who ever had, and ever will, make love to me.
So despite the fact that three different men had fucked me today, and
even more important- at least from my husband's perspective, all three
were family, Steve had no reason to be jealous because he knew I would
always submit to him when we came home regardless of how tired I might
be.
Frankly, I was ready to go home and have sex with my husband as well.
While I'd achieved my "mission" goals today, and even though it marked an
occasion of something I'd likely never do again (fuck three brothers in
one day), in the end there was nothing I wanted more than to be made love
to by my wonderful husband.
So you can imagine my reaction when I went to the kitchen to get a glass
of water when Bill, the husband of my cousin Ginny (Uncle Paul's oldest
daughter), came in behind me. We'd had sex for the first time just this
past Thanksgiving but it was the first time he'd ever cheated on Ginny,
let alone the fact he did it with her cousin, so I really didn't expect a
repeat performance any time soon, if ever.
"Do you always have sex with your uncles at these things?"
I didn't even know he was behind me and I almost dropped the glass in the
sink I was so shocked until I realized who it was.
"Oh don't give me that, I saw what was going on," he went on, "I guess in
the past I just never would have believed it was possible. Guess I just
assumed you were a flirt and that was as far as it went but now..."
Yeah, now he knew what I liked to do so it probably hadn't been much
effort for him to watch things unfold today and put two and two together.
Really, I have to admit that the primary reason I think the rest of the
family didn't know what went on wasn't that they didn't see things, they
just would never have even have thought such things were possible.
"So I'm just curious... is this typical?"
I turned to look him in the eyes, trying to get a feeling for his angle,
where he was coming from. He was maintaining a pretty good poker face,
making him all but impossible to read. Oh well, why not just be honest?
"Usually just one or the other," I answered matter-of-factly, as if he
had asked me the score of the latest football game.
"So who's all involved in this?" he asked, checking to be sure nobody was
around to overhear.
"Well, Uncle Jim, Uncle Paul, Rick, my dad... and you of course," I said,
adding him in with a grin.
"And just you?" He was referring to the women of the family obviously.
"Oh no... Aunt Linda, Kristi and Tammy."
"Tammy?" he asked, his eyes opening wide. Typical guy, going straight
for the youngest one.
"Don't get any ideas," I warned him.
"I've just been thinking I guess," he said, shaking his head. Yeah, I
bet he'd been thinking a LOT since he'd fucked me a month or so ago.
"This is... insane!"
I looked at him sharply. "Be careful now. It's only what a woman is
supposed to do."
"What's THAT?"
"Submit to the men in her family of course."
He kind of cocked his head like a curious puppy. "So that's why you let
me do you? Because you're SUPPOSE to?"
"Well, that's being a little simplistic but technically correct. I
enjoyed it too you know."
"So let me get this straight... if I asked to have sex with you like
right now, you would?"
I all but laughed at his naiveties. "Duh!"
"Prove it."
I looked at my watch. Damn, I really wanted to get home before it got
much later so I could spend the evening with my husband but then how
could I say no? Especially after what I'd just told him.
Just then my cousin Ginny walked in...
"There you are! We need to get going before the kids drive me nuts!"
She was of course referring to her fourteen tear-old daughter Katlyn and
her thirteen year-old brother Ryan. My husband had the hots something
fierce for Katlyn! Who knows, maybe if things went well with her dad and
me...
My thoughts were broken when my own husband joined us and informed me
that he had our coats and was ready to go.
Poor Bill! The look of disappointment was written all over his face.
"Next time?" I teased him.
"Next time what?" Ginny asked. I hadn't expected her to overhear - she
must have ears like a dog!
"Oh nothing babe, she was just telling me about she was going to make me
that dessert she made for Thanksgiving."
It was a fast recovery but not well thought out. First, I don't make
much of anything in the kitchen very well and I certainly hadn't brought
a desert for Thanksgiving but Ginny was in too much of a hurry to notice.
We all said our goodbyes and soon Steve and I were in his truck on our
way home.
"Dessert for Thanksgiving?" he asked me rather incredulously.
"Trust me lover boy... you're getting all the dessert tonight you can
handle!"
THE END