Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2004 23:35:00 -0400
From: katy putain <katyputain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Katy's Uncle

Katy, Aaron & Uncle Col
By Katy Putain

MM incest; MM oral/anal

I'd watched uncle Col close for long enough to know how his dirty mind
worked.

When I was 17, he was about 30. He was Dad's kid brother, unmarried,
hanging round the house on weekends so he could muck about with Dad's boat
and get a free meal on Sundays. He was a good-looking bastard, dark and
handsome and hairy, but a bit fucked in the head, I reckon. He'd had an
accident when he was 17 himself, in a boat, and lost three of his fingers
on one hand, sliced them off to the knuckle.  Had a bit of a self-conscious
thing about it. Mom reckoned he was embarrassed by his hand -- kept him
unmarried, she said. I reckoned he just liked looking at teen kids in the
raw.

I teased him bad. I was a horny little bitch and he knew it. He'd caught me
in the bedroom, and coming out of the bathroom in my towel once or twice,
then seemed to make an awful habit of turning up just in time to do it
again and again. So I opened my towel one time, after I'd shaved myself,
when I was still red from giving myself a bit of a finger under the shower,
and flashed him my fresh pussy.

"Sheeeeet," he breathed, giving himself a real good gander. "That what you
been treatin' that Brad Campbell to the last coupl'a months?"

I held my towel open and felt hornier than ever standing there talking
about my boyfriend, thinking about his black cock ploughing my little
pussy, and knowing my uncle was boning up at the thought of it all.

"I hear he's hung like a fuckin' wildebeest," Col said. He was barely
whispering, but I could tell he was turned on fit to cream himself.
"Surprised a boy like that can get it into a tight little thing like you,
Katy."

I closed my towel and tied the corners over my tits. The towel still
flapped open and I pulled the ends back over my hips as I defied him:
"Which're you more interested in, uncle Col? Brad's big black cock or my
tight little pussy?  Brad shaves his balls and I shave my pussy. Which one
you like best? Huh? I reckon you can't decide. That's what I reckon."

He swallowed hard and, by God, I reckon I'd hit a nerve there. As I left
him, he sat himself on my bed, all boned up and uncomfortable in his jeans,
poor bastard.  I was sorry for him, y'know. I would've let him do me if
he'd asked me, but I didn't quite have the guts to initiate it myself.
Thinking of the consequences, you understand. Fucking your own kid
brother's one thing; fucking your Dad's kid brother, well...

So I thought. That little confrontation must've put him off me a bit. He
started hanging round my 14 year-old brother, Aaron, then. Aaron had
avoided me since we'd fucked for the first time. Aaron's mate, Tom Shearer,
had steered clear, too. In time, that'd change, but just then things were
pretty icy all round. Which was a shame -- I'd enjoyed riding the two of
them in my wet cunt. Tom had blabbed to his brother Kyle, my ex, and Kyle
just couldn't help himself -- he told Brad.  Brad wanted to know if I was a
sick bitch or what, fucking round with my little brother ("Fuckin' round in
the cunt sense, and fuckin' round in the mind sense," Brad had said to me --
hell, he was thinking of taking a Psych major in college after all), then
pinned me to his bed and ploughed my pussy with his fat black bone, calling
me a "kid-fuckin' slut" as he gave it to me. I reckon he got off on the
whole thing as much as I had when I'd done it. Told me I needed to think
before I opened my legs. I said: I did think, all the time -- about opening
my legs for cock.  He shook his beautiful head and said it was lamentable,
just lamentable, that he enjoyed screwin' such a whore.

So, Aaron was doing all he could not to run into me alone, including
spending all weekend with Uncle Col. They'd started jogging together, then
they'd kick the ball around together in the yard, even if it meant Col
spent less time mucking around with Dad on his boat. Well, shit, I had
Col's number: he had more than your regular bonding on his mind. I saw the
way he eyed Aaron off in his little footy shorts; I watched the way he
tripped and tackled him, kept him pinned under him on the lawn.

Yeah, I'd had Aaron. But only once. Having had his thick thighs pressed up
alongside mine while he rutted me from behind and breathed in my ear like a
panting dog, I kinda fancied having him again. He was fair and cute, and
looked hot in the raw, older than 14, but sweet-faced, big, uncertain blue
eyes, and downy-blonde on his broad chest. Stomach hard as a rock. Balls
big and tight. Good cock, smooth but veiny. The way I liked `em.

I don't know why I waited in the hall that afternoon. I heard Aaron and Col
coming upstairs, thumping in the direction of Aaron's room. They were
mucking around. The ball hit the floor, bounced into the room. Me and Aaron
still shared a bathroom, and there was a walk-thru wardrobe either side of
it before you got to our rooms.  I was standing in the dark of the short
hall between the bathroom and Aaron's room, up against the mirrors of his
wardrobe doors. I saw Aaron and Col stumble into the room, Col with his
arms tight round Aaron, trying to stop him getting to the ball. Aaron's
legs were kicking out, his footy boots scuffing the walls.  I did think,
Jesus, Mom'll be pissed when she sees the black marks you've just scraped
up the wall, shithead, but then I realised I could watch them in the mirror
of the wardrobe door without them seeing me, and I slipped into the shadow,
almost without thinking about it.

Col got Aaron onto his bed. Aaron was laughing and wrestling. Col had Aaron
pinned under him, his arms wrapped tight. Col's cock was shoved right up
there between Aaron's nylon buns. I gotta admit, it was a pretty hot scene
-- the two of `em, wrestling there in their shorts and t-shirts. Next thing,
whaddyaknow: Col's got Aaron's arms pinned sorta straight down, so his
hands are across his cock.  I'm thinking, Nice going, uncle Col. Okay, so I
fucked my brother, but I was 17, and I was in full fuckun bitch heat. He
was 30, and shoulda known when to stop!

But he let go of Aaron's hands and slipped his own around Aaron's thighs
instead.  Had him tight inside his thighs, up under his balls, his fingers
wrapped back around, inside Aaron's shorts, into the crack of his virgin
boy pussy. Yeah, that was where uncle Col wanted to be. Right inside
Aaron's sweaty little hole. I stood in the shadow of the dark hall and I
reckon I didn't even draw a breath. I had one hand over my mouth and the
other one -- well, hell, I had the other one in my panties, stroking my clit
at the sight of what was going on in front of me in that mirror.

Aaron didn't struggle; he didn't put up a fight. He knew. He knew what was
going down -- or cummin' up, you might say. He lay there, with his hands
hanging loose over his cock, while his uncle Col reached further under him,
deeper up Aaron's footy shorts. He had that much further to reach with one
hand, what with three fingers half gone. He slipped his tongue into Aaron's
ear as he twisted his hands right up and around Aaron's ass and I heard him
muttering: "Oh, Aaron, you little pussy-boy. I been watchin' you, Aaron. I
been watchin'. You know I been watchin'.  You know what I want, Aaron. You
know it, pussy-boy..."

Aaron settled on his elbows and lifted his hips like a compliant little
as-you- please slut when Col started tugging his shorts down. I noticed Col
was carrying a hard-on fit to shoot a man dead in his shorts as he pulled
Aaron's down to his knees, then tugged his briefs right off after. The
briefs flew into the hall and landed next to my feet and I had to put my
fingers in my mouth to stop myself making a sound. Aaron lay there half
naked, his hot pearly white buns spread in front of Uncle Col's fuck-pole,
his blonde hairy legs reaching down to his footy boots. I was fingering
myself by now, and making myself real wet. Fuck, I was just dying to reach
down and grab Aaron's sweaty briefs so I could shove `em into my pussy, but
I didn't dare move. It wasn't fear of discovery: I just didn't wanna spoil
the moment!

Col pulled Aaron's ass apart with his hands, his thumbs stretching Aaron's
teen boy-cunt, his fingers grabbing his beautiful buns real tight. I was
looking from Aaron's hole to that tent-pole in Col's shorts, and back
again. Shit, he couldn't fuck him, not there and then. Not like that --
Aaron'd scream the fuckin' house down. No, he done better than that. Col
got down, he got right down into that stinking salty boy-cunt of my kid
brother's, and he ate him. He shoved his face into Aaron's virgin crack and
tongued him real good. Aaron lay there and moaned.  He had his face turned
away from me, but I could hear him whimpering like a puppy against the
pillow as Uncle Col lubed that unfucked little pussy with his mouth.  And,
yeah, I wished it was me -- I wished it was my ass he was making a fuckin'
meal of, my cunt he had spread with his big hairy hands. Shit, I was
jealous, standing there in the fuckin' shadow fingering my twat!

Col must've rimmed Aaron for a solid ten minutes without ever once coming
up for air. He slurped and licked and sucked and bit that hole till it was
dripping wet and rubbed red with Col's beard stubble. Aaron had started
writhing round like a whore getting serviced, and finally lifted a leg and
flipped himself over, revealing that hot thick shaft I'd'a loved having in
me. He flung himself down on his back, his hands clasped behind his head,
and said loud as you please: "Don't stop. Do my dick while you do my hole."

Aaron's hair was all sweaty on his forehead. His eyes were wide as Col
lifted his tight balls in one hand and spread his sloppy hole with his
fingers. Uncle Col was grinning and I heard him whisper, "You got it,
baby," as he reached between Aaron's spread thighs with his other hand and
slid the stump of one his fingers into my kid brother's waiting virgin
hole.

Aaron's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a long loud moan. Col's
wrist worked back and forwards like a piston as he finger-fucked his
nephew's backdoor- cunt. The muscle in his arm bulged and I jabbed my own
pussy deep with the fantasy of him doing me next. Aaron's cock was
twitching and his balls rode up close to the base of his broad shaft. I'd'a
liked to've climbed right on board of my teen bro's fuck-tool there `n'
then.

But Col was having all the fun. Working his stump of a finger into Aaron's
bitch- butt, he lowered his face over that twitching cock, opened his
mouth, and took the damn thing straight down his throat. Right to the base,
whole goddamn fuckin' thing. Aaron yelled and his hands came out from
behind his head to grab the pillow under his shoulders.

"Oh, man! Suck me! Suck my cock, man! Fuck me! Oh, fuck my tight ass!"

Col didn't need to be begged. With one hand working Aaron's pussy, the
other one was sliding his own fuck-pole outta the leg of his shorts. Hell,
I was frigging my own pussy red raw then: Col's thick, blue-veiny,
purple-headed monster reached down his thigh and pointed straight at
Aaron's finger-fucked hole. I seen a water- diviner in action; damn
boy-pussy diviner that thing was. Ten inches of man-shaft crowned by a
field-mushroom head. I'd been done by some nice cocks, but Col's bastard
would've made me squeal like a bitch.

Well, it wasn't me getting the serve. Col spread his thighs under Aaron's,
the leg of his footy shorts stretched over that huge mutha-fucker. He aimed
his monster straight for the bull's eye. Aaron must've been nice and loose
after all that rimming and stump-stabbing from Uncle Col's finger, `cos he
didn't let out much more than a satisfied groan as Col's cock entered him
missionary-style.  Aaron's thighs were spread like a whore's as Col began
pounding him.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, uncle Col!" My teen-slut bro' was begging for it.
"Fuck me deep... oh, fuck me deep..."

I was so wet from fingering my poor, cock-deprived pussy, I was dripping on
the carpet. I was giving myself the roughest feel-up I'd ever had, and
hell, I couldn't believe my other senses -- what I was hearing pour out of
my little brother's mouth was unreal enough, but when uncle Col, shovin' it
into Aaron like his life depended on it, reached down and closed his mouth
over Aaron's cock again, blowin' in time with his humpin', I went over the
edge.

"Aw, fuck, I'm cummin'!" Aaron's hard teen body was bucking under Col's
slamming and sucking. "I'm cummin' in your mouth, man!"

Aaron thrust himself off the bed and emptied his balls into uncle Col's
mouth. The cum was spilling from Col's lips as he let my brother's spent
cock smack against his hard stomach, but he swallowed Aaron's load in time
to tell him:

"And I'm cummin' in your cunt, boy!"

Aaron let out a little sob of ecstasy as Col grunted and unloaded himself
into his ass. He kept fucking as he filled his nephew's hole with cum. They
both had their eyes shut at that moment and I dived on Aaron's jocks and
shoved them into my panties to soak up my own seeping cunt juice.

Col stayed buried inside Aaron as my brother continued to whimper, his
softening cock dribbling boy-cum into his pubes. Then, as Col withdrew that
giant fuck-pole, all sloppy and shitty, from Aaron's ass, my uncle leant
down and opened his mouth over Aaron's. My little brother pulled uncle Col
down into his throat and tasted his own boy-cum from Col's tongue.

Is it any wonder I came then and let out a shriek as I wet my kid bro's
jocks right through with pussy jizz?

END