Chapter 7
"So that's the way it is," Carol told her daughter at the end of a long, soul-searching confession about her incestuous activities after the sucking and fucking were over. "You aren't the first one in the family I've fucked, and you won't be the last. I'll admit it. I'm hooked on this. But I don't want incest just for me—I want it for all of us. We could be such a happy family if we just got over our hang-ups about fucking each other.
"And I suppose the logical question now is where do I stand, right?" Julie asked after hearing her mother out.
"Well, you've fucked me and your brother already," Carol pointed out. "It seems only natural that you'd—"
"All right, Mom," Julie cut in. "We've already gone too far to play games with each other. Who do you want me to fuck?"
Encouraged by how easy her daughter was making it for her, Carol blurted: "Your Uncle Greg. He wants to fuck you bad, baby."
"Not without being pushed, I'll bet," Julie said knowingly. "You set this up in advance, didn't you, Mom? Promised Uncle Greg you'd deliver me with my legs spread."
"Yes," Carol admitted. "I was going to blackmail you into it. But, then, one thing led to another and changed my plans. So now I'm just asking you to cooperate. It's up to you if you want to fuck your uncle."
"And you're convinced if I do, it'll somehow bring us all closer together?"
"How can I see it any other way?" Carol said with conviction. "My parents were killed while I was growing up. My marriage to your father has been miserable. If it weren't for fucking—first with Greg, now with you and David—I wouldn't know what happiness is. And I want to pass it on to you, darling. If incest has worked for me, there's no reason it won't work for you."
Carol paused, building up steam.
"Can't you see?" she continued. "I'm offering you the greatest ^gift there is. Real love that you show instead of just talking about. Take the ball and run with it, Julie. You'll never regret it. You'll wind up with something people in other families never get near if you go along with me on this."
"Quite a speech, Mom," Julie said, a sly grin creeping across her face. "Just tell me one more thing. Then I'll make up my mind."
Carol nodded for her daughter to ask her question, not knowing what to expect.
However, before she spoke, Julie surprised her mother by breaking into a fit of girlish laughter.
"Uncle Greg," she giggled uncontrollably. "Does . . . does he have a big cock?"
"Oh, yes," Carol sighed with relief as she realized that Julie had been won over. "Your uncle is definitely hung. Once you feel his fat prick in your cunt, you won't look back. I guarantee it."
"Then you've got yourself a deal, Mom," Julie said, "And Uncle Greg's got himself a piece of ass. When do we fuck?"
"The sooner the better," Carol answered, heading for the phone. "I'll get hold of Greg right now."
"Uh, Mom—just thought of something," Julie called. "What about you? What are you going to do while Uncle Greg and I are fucking?"
"Watch," Carol replied without hesitation. "I wouldn't miss this fuck for the world. I'm as excited as if I was going to get fucked myself. It's all right with you if I'm there, isn't it, honey?"
Julie shrugged with acceptance. "Why not? I've always liked being the center of attention, anyway."
Carol made her phone call. Her brother answered in the middle of the first ring. Arrangements were made. It was on for that night.
When evening came, Carol and Julie lied that they were going to a movie. Once they were in the car, they headed for the motel where Greg would be waiting in room 4-B. Anxious to get there, Carol drove fast. Julie, however, was as calm as she could be.
They arrived. Carol asked Julie why she was buttoned up in the long, shapeless raincoat she had been wearing ever since she'd emerged from her bedroom after changing her clothes to go out.
"You'll see soon enough, Mom," Julie said. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
Leaving the car, they walked to the room and knocked on the door. Greg was all smiles when he answered.
"Here she is," Carol told her brother. "Your favorite niece—signed, sealed, and delivered."
"Hi, Uncle Greg," Julie purred, brushing past her uncle into the room.
She went to the bed, bouncing up and down on it in her raincoat like a ten-year-old.
"Uh, why don't you take your coat off, dear?" Carol suggested, her curiosity growing as to what Julie was concealing beneath the oversized garment.
"Sure," Julie smirked.
She slowly unbuttoned the coat, capturing the fascinated stares of her mother and uncle as her attire was revealed. When the coat was gone, the effect was stunning.
For Julie was dressed like a child. Her pleated skirt, Peter Pan blouse and knee stockings subtracted six or seven years from her appearance. Instead of a young woman, she was a young girl.
Her mother and uncle speechless, Julie stretched out on her side and propped herself up on an elbow, her feet dangling over the edge of the bed. As though she were by herself and daydreaming, she sucked her thumb. She lifted her leg and bent it at the knee.
Her loose skirt fell away from the thigh of her raised leg. Her panties showed. They were simple white cotton. She let her mother and uncle look all they wanted, as if they weren't even there.
Now Julie shifted her slender body again, rolling onto her back. The skirt bunched around her hips, the crotch-band of her panties showing when she lifted both knees and parted her legs.
"Oh, I have an itch," she murmured in a little girl's voice.
She dropped her hand to her cunt, tugging at her panties with a series of little pinches.
"Mrnrnmm, that feels good," she sighed.
Now Julie covered the crotch of her panties with her open hand and rubbed. Her hips squirmed under her lifted skirt, as she sighed from the pleasure she was giving herself.
"Yes," she moaned, "it feels much too good to quit now,"
With her free hand, she unzipped her skirt and pulled it away from her narrow waist. When she removed it, her panties were stained with moisture.
"Wonder what else I can do to make myself feel good?" she wondered aloud.
She slipped her hand inside her panties. The outline of her knuckles bulged in the white cotton as she tested her cunt with her middle finger.
"I'm so wet inside," she giggled.
Then Julie withdrew her hand from her panties and brought her glistening finger to her mouth, sucking it like it was a piece of candy.
"And sweet, too," she slurped after tasting her own pussy juice.
In the meantime, Greg was going crazy watching his niece's cunning performance. He yearned to make his move, but was held back by his sister.
"No, let her finish her little show," Carol advised her horny brother in a low whisper to leave Julie alone for the time being. "She'll let you know when she's ready to fuck."
Greg reluctantly agreed, gritting his teeth to control his frustration. Shifting from one foot to another, he tried to relieve the mounting pressure in his balls.
On the bed, Julie was going a step farther with her act. It was time for the cotton panties to come off. Delicately, she rolled the elastic waistband down—lower, lower. Her uncle and mother waited for the golden hair of her pussy to appear as her panties dipped. They were in for their biggest surprise yet.
The panties dropped as far as they could go without reaching Julie's thighs. And yet, there was still not a wisp of pussy hair in sight. Her cunt mound was as smooth as that of the child she was pretending to be.
Now the panties came away entirely, drawn down her legs and kicked away. Nude from the waist down, Julie lay back and temporarily closed her thighs. Then, as if she were opening a magic door, she slowly parted them again.
A moment later, there was no doubt about the condition of Julie's crotch. It was entirely hairless—light pink and sleek as glass. She had shaved her cunt.
The illusion created by Julie's shorn pussy was magical. It totally completed her transformation into a young girl.
She played with her cunt for awhile, rubbing her puffy cunt slit between her spread legs until it sparkled with fuck juice. She even fingered her asshole. But clearly, she needed more than just her own hand to satisfy her growing passion.
She looked up from the bed, staring at her Uncle Greg as though she had just noticed him for the first time. To complete the impression, she even managed to blush, the way a young girl would if she was caught jacking off.
"Gosh, Uncle Greg, I don't know what came over me," she said, pretending to apologize for her behavior. "Promise you won't tell anybody I've been playing with myself?"
"It's all right, darling," Greg croaked with the special brand of a desire a man can only feel for a youngster.
"It's like I've been having a crazy dream. Like Alice in Wonderland or something," Julie sighed. "Maybe that's what this is, after all. Just a dream. And I'm not really doing anything wrong."
"Yes, yes ... that's it," Greg panted, approaching the bed with the tell-tale cockbulge in his pants seeming to pull him forward. "You can do anything you want in a dream, sweetheart."
"Anything?" Julie giggled. "Gee, I wonder what I should wish for."
Greg took a deep breath and unzipped his pants.
"Try this, honey," he said, fumbling for his cock. "Just look what I've got for you."
His prick sprang into the open, rigid and throbbing. Long and thick, his cockshaft was laced with pulsing blue veins. His prick head was a knobby red crown.
"Oooooh, Uncle Greg, your cock's soooo big!" Julie squealed at the sight of his jutting hard-on. "What are you going to do with it?"
"Let you suck it, baby," Greg answered, reaching the bed. "I'll bet you a box of your favorite candy you can't get my whole cock in your mouth."
"Oh, I can do it easy, Uncle Greg," Julie tittered. "Just watch me."
She took her uncle's prick in her hand and brought the head to her face. Her mouth opened, her tongue flicking out to tickle the tip of his twitching hard-on. Then her lips swooped down, not just a few inches, but several.
Julie swallowed half of her uncle's cock on the first try. Hungrily, she went for the rest. A moment later, his ten inches of prickmeat were deep-throated to the hilt.
"Ann, you did it all right," Greg sighed. "I didn't think such a little girl could eat such a great, big cock. But you're something really special."
Julie pulled her uncle onto the bed with her. She wanted him lying on top of her, his crotch against her face while his huge cock pumped in and out of her throat.
Greg could see by now that this was to be no simple blow-job. His niece expected him to literally fuck her in the mouth. He did.
And, while his hips churned, and his prick fucked her mouth like a cunt, he reached back to finger her pussy. But she pushed his hand away from her cunt. He couldn't figure it out at first, then her motive became clear when she began tugging at his hips.
"She wants a 69," Greg rasped with recognition. "Wants me to eat her smooth little pussy while she sucks my cock. God, what did I ever do to get so lucky?"
Eagerly swiveling in a half-circle, he twisted his cock in Julie's throat and wound up looking down at her smooth cunt mound. Her hairless pussy was so young, so tender—so pink inside its flared lips when she stretched her slender thighs.
Greg lowered his face toward her-sweet pussy. Licking her girlish cunt slit, he found himself dizzy from the taste and immediately craving more fuck cream.
Kissing Julie's cunt, Greg poked his tongue into her warm pussy gash. His penetration was shallow at first, but his niece bucked her hips to tell him she wanted to be tongue-fucked a lot deeper. He gave it to her.
Now the 69 was in full swing. At one end, Julie devoured her uncle's big cock. At the other end, Greg reamed his niece's cunt with his extended tongue. As though excitedly commenting on the action, the bedsprings squealed from the movement.
And then there was Carol. She was only a spectator as her brother and daughter fucked each other, but she was hardly complaining.
"I made this happen," she congratulated herself as she sat in a chair and watched Greg and Julie 69.
"And, God—aren't they just magnificent together. But the best part is that this is only the beginning ..."
She sighed as she thought about all the good times ahead. For the first time since her parents had been killed years ago, she felt a true sense of family.
Then, as if their main function was to put on a show for their one-woman audience, Julie and her uncle started moving and making sounds which signaled they would both be coming before long.
Hope they come together, Carol thought as she looked on. That would be perfect—Julie's cunt feeding pussy juice to her uncle at the same time his deep-throated cock shot out a torrent of jizz.
"Come. Come, you two," Carol whispered her encouragement. "Come in each other's mouths!"
Right on cue, Greg raised his ass in the air, then powered his prick home with a final thrust that slammed his crotch against his niece's face. Her hips buckling at the other end of the sixty-nine, Julie clutched her cunt's head with her thighs while his tongue shafted her hairless pussy.
Their bodies shuddered. The temperature in the room seemed to go up several degrees from the hot passion as the slurping of uncle and niece became almost deafening.
This is it, Carol thought as she leaned forward in her chair to improve her view. No doubt about it.
"Yes, they're coming," she observed while Greg and Julie writhed in their 69 embrace.
And then a strange thing happened to Carol.
Without being touched, she climaxed herself, just from being there in the same room with the incestuous fuckers. In fact, she could not recall ever experiencing a better orgasm than the one which now seared her senses.
Meanwhile, over on the bed, Greg and Julie were finishing up their 69 with a flourish. Their fuck juices had been flowing like wine. Now there was one last burst of jism from Greg's cock that went straight to his niece's belly while her cunt produced one more batch of pussy honey for her uncle to gulp down.
When the climaxes were finished, the two fuckers lifted their sticky faces from one another's crotch. They were both grinning, fuck juice dribbling down their chins.
"What now, stud?" Julie asked her uncle when he climbed off her and knelt by her side. She didn't sound like a little girl any longer.
"Depends on what you've got in mind," Greg answered, his cock still rock-solid despite the amount of cum it had just shot.
"You know exactly what I want," Julie declared. "Your big cock in my cunt!"
Spreading her legs so her uncle's prick was aimed at her wide-open cunt, she shoved a pillow under her ass.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Julie chanted, her thighs quivering with lust as they framed her cock-starved cunt.
Prick in hand, Greg moved in. He fit his cockhead into the slot of his niece's pussy, getting it good and sticky with her fuck juice, then shoved.
"Ahhh, that's it! Drive your cock in me!" Julie urged her uncle. "Give me your whole prick in my pussy right from the start."
Greg jammed his long cock ten inches deep in his niece's cunt. She rewarded him by wrapping her legs around his waist and rocking him between her clutching thighs. Once again, the overworked bedsprings started to squeal.
"Your prick is so huge!" Julie gasped, wiggling her ass so her cunt spasmed from the tip to the root of her uncle's hilted cock. "Is my pussy tight enough for you?"
"Tighter than tight," Greg grunted. "I've never fucked a cunt before that squeezed my cock so good."
Overhearing this on the sidelines, Carol might have been jealous. After all, she had been fucking her brother for years, and now she was listening to him praise someone else's pussy as the best he'd ever fucked. Even more telling, the somone else was her daughter.
But Carol didn't mind in the least. In truth, she was getting almost as much satisfaction from the fucking action on the bed as if she were the one getting fucked. So strong was her identification that her own cunt, although empty, twinged every time her brother treated her daughter's pussy to another cock-thrust.
Eventually, Carol slid out of her chair. Sprawled on the floor, she spread her legs after pulling her dress up and her panties down. As her crotch flexed, her exposed pussy stretched at the rims as if it were being filled by a phantom prick.
When Julie moaned on the bed that she was going to come, Carol realized that she was on the verge of an orgasm too. Then daughter and mother climaxed simultaneously, their moans like echoes of one another.
Having forgotten about his sister for some time, Greg glanced over and was reminded of her presence. There she was—writhing and coming, cunt juice dribbling down her inner thighs.
"Christ, Sis is getting off just from watching us fuck," Greg mumbled to himself while his prick pumped in his niece's spasming cunt; "Hell, it's almost like fucking two women at once."
Then the situation became even weirder. All of a sudden, Carol and Julie started urging him to shoot his wad as if it were possible to fill both their cunts with his jism.
"Strange," Greg said. "But great. God, do I feel like a stud!"
Then to prove it, he jammed his prick to the hilt in Julie's pussy while imagining a symbolic cock-surge in his sister's cunt all the way across the room. The combination of reality and illusion drew a mass of cum from his balls.
"Oh, Jesus, your jizz is so hot in my cunt!" Julie cried.
"Your cum is burning my pussy up!" Carol shrieked Greg's way, despite the fact that she wasn't really getting a drop of her brother's jism in her fuckhole.
Greg's prick kept unloading cum long after it should have normally dried up. And, as long as the cum flowed, both Julie and Carol begged for his jizz-spurting to continue. By the time it was over, Greg felt hollow inside. His nuts were as sore as if they had been squeezed through a wringer, and his prick ached. But he still had a hard-on.
And big ideas.
Why just pretend, he thought, that he'd fucked two women at the same time? Especially when the situation was right to bring it off in reality.
If only he had the balls for it. He decided that he did.