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Auctions - Buy the things you want at great prices! http://auctions.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "amystory.txt" begin> Amy's Story {Continuation of "Reunion" story} by PlanetDweller (FF adult sister/sister, FFg mother/daughter, mild pedo, heavy lesbian menstrual sex) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Standard Disclaimer & Legal Stuff: The following story is adult fiction intended for private reading by adults over eighteen (18) years of age ONLY or a higher age if required by the political jurisdiction where you reside...if you are under eighteen years of age, you are required to exit now from your browser if accessing through a communications network or delete this file if accessing it through a local disk system...the following story depicts sexual acts which if they were perpetrated in real life would be against the law in all countries and localities; if merely possessing descriptions of sexual acts which would be against the law if committed in "real life" is against the law in the political jurisdiction where you live, you are required to exit access from this story and/or delete this story immediately...the following story is a work entirely fictitious and the characters, names, places, dates, acts depicted etc. bear no resemblance to any persons living or dead or events and acts which may or may not have taken place at some point in time...the author who is using the pseudonym above retains all rights of publication to this story...individual readers of legal age my freely possess this story and distribute it to other readers of legal age on a strict non-commercial basis...storage of this story on any commercial website or by any other means of storage and retrieval for commercial purposes is strictly prohibited without written consent of the originating author. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A week and a day had passed from the time Uncle Ken left the arms and bed of my dearest sister Michele. Fucking him along with her and my niece/Mickey's six-year-old daughter Ashley was truly one of the absolute kinkiest experiences that my poor brain could ever comprehend or not, not even in my wildest fantasies did I ever expect him to be truly hypersexual like he always told Michele he was nor be as open to what would total perversion to the outside world by screwing all three of us. I didn't mention a word to my husband Kelly, of course. Not that he would have been terribly upset, I don't think. We do have an open and non-monogamous within certain rules marriage, but if I had mentioned it and especially mentioned how mind-blowing a' lover my Uncle Ken had been then he might have thought I was trying to rub his nose in it, so there was no point doing that. Drip-drip my pussy was going into my padded panties now. Yep, right on schedule. Ever since first getting my period at age eight, every thirty-three days right on schedule. Even though Mickey was a couple of years older than me, I actually started three or four months before she first did, she getting her first one on the same day my third or fourth one started, and except for her being pregnant with Ashley, we two had been in perfect synch ever since. Strange, though. Our two younger sisters, Rachael and Brenda, didn't synch with us, in fact they tended to be somewhat irregular. But Michele and me, we can set our watches by when our periods begin. Even Mom noticed that from the start, not that she wouldn't have, considering she had always had at least weekly or so mutual masturbation sessions with us both since we respectively turned ages five or six. After Mickey finally got her period, Mom did have a few more "group" sessions than normal that included she and sis and I, and a couple of times including even Rachael too who by then had turned six and so whom Mom had initiated into our female-only play. Before Mom finally left 'Skorsy, Rachael and Brenda's biological dad, and we as sisters were split up, we four did have one memorable session when Skors' was out on a twelve-week shipbound tour of duty to whoknowswhere and back, when Mickey and I were flown-blown dripping like crazy and Mom let her barrier down of normally only manually playing with us and we her and went oral on us too as well as Rach' and getting us to do her as well and of course each other. Rachael really didn't like doing oral on our bleeding twats, but Michele and I sure liked it, and after that we never lost our comfort level and enjoyment of doing each other. Don't mistake our sisterly love and love for being sexually with each other sometimes for being lesbian or even bi, though. Michele has never been with another girl or woman besides me, Mom, and our sisters, and I've only been with a couple of other girls, mainly to please my husband. My husband. Kelly. What can you say about him, sheessshhh? I am, really am, in love with him, and he me. We just can't be with each other only, so after we both simultaneously caught each other cheating six months or so into our marriage, we had a choice to make, either split up or stay together, stay together with certain ground rules. I told him about my past relationship with my Mom, and how my Mom initiated all of us girls, and how I had been "cheating" with him on a monthly basis with Michele, but that was all his fault, since as soon as the first drop of monthly blood wept from my cunt he not only wouldn't fuck me but hardly would ever touch me until I stopped, totally menstrually averse, and considering how horny I stayed and even became more so during my period it just wasn't fair for me not to have sex, especially considering I had been having more or less regular sex with my older sister since we were kids, even sneaking in sessions sometimes when we would see each other despite being in different nearby foster homes at the time. So, we agreed I could see Mickey any time I wanted, but usually it would be when she and I got our periods together, and during those times he could go screw Sharon, the chick who I caught him cheating with in our bed who was his co-worker at the eyeglasses megastore where they were both dispensing opticians, her or someone else, as long as I knew and agreed to it. I also could have my own boyfriend if I wanted too, but don't tell Kelly this, but he was and is the only man I really want. A few months after that, after I did find a boyfriend who I thought wasn't blood-shy but in the end fell in love with me and wanted me to leave Kelly which I wasn't going to do for any reason, Kell' asked me if Michele would consider doing a threesome with us. She more or less agreed even though she didn't find him particularly attractive. While that one time wasn't a disaster, it really didn't work out, either. She never did let him fuck her, and while he enjoyed watching us, he didn't get all as hyped-up as I hoped he might with she and I together, so without any more words it was never brought up again, and we've kept our other partners in the radar of each other but not the visual view. Well, not except the one couple we did swing with a few times a year or so after that. So my squirmy cunt was now rubbing against my pad, my blood smearing its traces against my MaxiThin, thoughts of Michele crossing my mind without a thought. "Watcha' doing, Sis?" I asked as quiet patter from the flower shoppe where I worked in the same strip shopping center as Kelly was blanketed by the much louder brass of noise of the Wal-Mart where Michele worked at just down and around a couple of boulevards from us, me having to cock the phone a little away from my ear to keep from having noisepain. "Not much, you?..." "Just the same...know why I called, Mickey?" She hated being called that, even though me and her sisters all did. It suited her, with those Mickey Mouse ears on either side of her pretty face atop her six foot height. "Oh, let me guess...could it be because you just started and want us to get together tonight?....hhhhuiuuu?" I softly giggled into the phone. A ritual almost twenty years old now, and still brand new. "Gotta your tampon in?" "Uh-hu, you wearing your manhole cover?" "Yep...but tonight's not good for me...Kelly wants to go out to eat with his district manager, and I think he wants me to go with him...tomorrow night, maybe?" "Sure, Am'...that'll be good...you goin'ta fix dinner for Ash' and me like you normally do then?" "Of course...lemon chicken and mashed potatoes okay ?..." "Yeah, that'll be nice...I'll leave a note for Steven to fill the hottub up for us and leave the heater on so we can enjoy ourselves when I get there..." "Sounds like a plan...see ya' then...love ya'..." "Love you too...bye..." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I caught the four-fifty Blue Route bus down Desert Highway Ave. to Michele's condo complex. She wouldn't be home for another couple of hours, working the eleven to seven shift at her Wal-Mart, and my darling niece Ashley would already be there, home from her first grade class an hour before I got there. At least Mr. & Mrs. Gaines were there to watch over her and the other three or four latch key kids that lived in the mostly singles condo complex, they being part-owners of it and the resident managers too. I had nagged Kelly into seeing about us trying to buy a condo of our own there, mainly because they were so cheap at under one fifty for a three bedroom and also of course to be closer to Mickey, but my poor credit history made it hard, meant that we'd have to wait until I somehow got it cleared up or waited seven years. Mr. Gaines was mowing the tiny patch of grass in the middle of the cul-de-sac circle. He waved at me and I waved back. My visits were frequent enough to where we sometimes saw each other, and they had been the ones that Kell' and I had talked with some time back about buying a unit there. He and Mrs. Gaines were good folks. Ashley was sitting in front of the TV watching Mr. Rogers or something on Channel 7 as I made my way in lugging my small overnight bag and a couple of plastic bags of groceries. I wish we had money for another car, but Kelly always took it to his work dropping me off first and making me take the bus back home, just in case he needed it to make a run into San Diego to pick up an emergency somethingorother. I usually didn't mind too much, and he did try to pick me up if it was raining, but lugging stuff like I was today and did most months to see Mickey was a pain at times. Ash' didn't come to the door to greet me, just sat there transfixed by Mr. Rogers visiting a factory that made bottles or something glass on the TV as she munched on some generic-brand Safeway cookies and a small glass of Coke. Dropping my bags on the couch, I went over to her and leaned down to give her a nice big hug, she hugging me back with a "Hi Aunt Amy, Mommy gointo be home later?" "Uh-hu, her usual time.." "You ginna stay the night tonight?" "Uh-hu, planning on it...you like to have some fun with us after Mom and I have ours?" "Sure, Aunt Amy, you know I wannta have fun too..." she grinned. "Let me get started with supper first, then after Mom gets home and we eat and you do your homework, then we all can have some fun if you'd like..." "Will you play some Nintendo with me, Aunt Amy?" "Sure, Hon', but just a couple of games, I promised Mommy that I'd make my lemon chicken that she likes so much..." "Neat!" We sat in front of the TV and played a math game that Michele had bought her and a couple of other action games, my arm reaching around to hold her close to me from time to time, her arm snuggling my waist, me kissing her on the top of her head or her cheek when she'd do something especially well on a series of addition or subtraction problems or kill a bunch of tanks on Sgt. Rock. Aunt and niece sitting in front of the TV, innocent, happy, just spending time together. "Gotta start fixing supper, Honeybunch, before Mommy gets home..." "Okay Aunt Amy...can I go outside and play some?" "Sure, as long as you don't leave the grounds, sure..." Steven had filled the hottub up but hadn't turned on the heater. He never does. Wants to save a nickel on his electric bill, I think. In Michele's bedroom I changed clothes, getting out of my pantsuit and slipping into my nicer print robe which felt like silk but was just polyester, my bra coming off too but my panties staying where they were. Ashley was playing with one of the two or three other kids that lived in the complex in the large common backyard as I looked out the kitchen window while seasoning up the chicken pieces before plopping them into the cast-iron skillet. She started chasing this little boy about her age, laughing while she did so, tackling him but not hurting him when she did catch him, tickling his ribs while playfully fussing at him. That's my girl, that's my niece. The continued to play on the lone combo slide and monkeybars and swingset off to one side of the backyard as I finished browning the chicken before adding my homemade lemon and honey sauce to the pan for it to finish simmering. The sun creeping lower as Ashley came in almost at the same instant Michele walked through the front door, Ash' gave me a "smells great Aunt Amy, oh Hi Mom!" before heading to the bathroom to take a quick pee before dinner. Michele clunked off her boxy workshoes with a "damn, Am', I'm give out..." as she plopped down to the sofa, her fingers working the remote with a man's impatience like Kelly does to find something to watch, she settling on a rerun of "Roseanne". "We don't have to do anything tonight, if you're really that tired..." I whispered to her as I sat down next to her, she plopping her feet in my lap, my hands instinctively rubbing her dog-tired dogs. ""Oh, don't start that shit, Sis, you know I want to..." My eyes locked on hers with a "just a kidding!" "Oh, you!...despite the fact you're the biggest pain in my tail literally I could have for a sister, I still love you..." "I love you too..." Ashley came into the living room and Michele shooed her off to do her homework. She closed her eyes for a moment or two as my foot massage of her continued and taking a deep breath, sighed deeply. "Damn, Sis, that feels good...I'm so relaxed I gotta go pee now..." "Need any help?" I asked politely, she just flashing me one of her patented shiteating grins. I helped her out of her navyblue pullover dress in her bedroom, shoes being slung to the far wall as her arms outstretched high and my hands grabbed and yanked rough fabric. Kissing her lightly, she teasingly pushed me away as she made her way to the bathroom door near the dresser. Sitting down with a hard thump on the commode, I kneeled on the softpiled mat in front of her, my slight smile reflecting the very real love in my heart for her. Her pissed piddled in the bowl as I pulled off some toilet paper to wipe her with. "Need to change your tampon too, Sis?" "Uh-hu..." wicked grin with. "Wan' me to do it for you?..." "Uh-hu, if you'd like...hehehehe" giggling. I reached over her to the open box Playtex Supers atop the commode tank behind her fishing one out, making a show of it, slowing peeling the wrapper off, sucking on the end the plastic applicator like it was a dildo, my lovely Amazon of a sister corners of her mouth rising with typical kinky approval. Letting it fall to floor for a moment, my hand reached to her cunt and pulled the string of the one already present inside her, it sliding out browny-red as it usually looked during the first couple of days of her period. My nose sniffed it like it was a champagne cork. Wrapping it in a wad of toilet paper, it found an arc to the open trashcan a couple of feet away. My left hand found and massaged her breasts as I kneeled on the bathmatted bathroom floor before her, serving her every whim, my right hand plunging the new tampon inside her as she spread her legs as best she could for me, the applicator being rubbed on her labia and clit before finding my mouth for a tonguewrap of it and being tossed into the wastecan also. "Chicken smells good, Am', let's go eat." Putting her old housecoat on before heading to the kitchen, we kissed for a moment in her bedroom before she broke spell and called for Ashley to quit what she was doing wherever she was at and come to dinner. Having ignored flipping the chicken pieces like I should have one side of each was a little more cooked if not slightly burned than the other sides, my marinade honey and lemon sauce aside, but neither Mickey or Ash said a word, complimenting me on my usual culinary skills as they wolfed the poultry and mashed potatoes and gravy and salad and all down. Finishing the meal around eight-ish, the hot tub still hadn't been used and Ashley confessed that she still needed to finish her homework. "Can I join in later like usual, Mommy? she asked. "Sure, Baby, but go finish your homework first...we'll come and get you when we're ready." " 'K." Ash walked out of the kitchen and down the hall back to the living room to finish doing her homework as she lay prone in front of the TV per her normal way of doing things. Mickey and I went back to her bedroom to shed our robes and grab a couple of towels, my padded panties hitting the floor, she unconsciously looking at my soaked pad to see how much blood was on it as it hit the carpet. Hitting the large pushswitch to get the jets going, we slid into the slightly foamy hot water as it began soaking the tensions and travails of the day and our lives from our sore and weary muscles and souls. Scooting around I leaned back into my Sister that I loved so much. Her six footish frame cradled my five five one like a joey in it's mother kangaroo's pouch. Her hands lazily played with my 34B boobs as I felt her much larger 38C's press flat against my back. Her lips and face nuzzled my neck. We didn't say a word. We didn't need to. After about half an hour or forty-five minutes our skin started to prune out so we got out, not really wanting to, both of us having dozed off as she held me so tenderly in her arms in the freshesh nonsalt hot brine. Back in her room, we laid the towels out as she climbed atop them, stretching out with her face buried between two pillows. Fishing our bottle of massage oil out from the nightstand, I first warmed it best I could under the hot water tap of the lavatory faucet before starting my slow, easy, sensual massage of my beautiful sibling. Her muscles and heart melted under my touch. Flipping her over, she closed her eyes and just purred as my hands yes indeed concentrated on her breasts and pussy, my fingers molding her flesh into passions shortly to come. Pulling me down to her, she kissed me fully, my fingers red with her monthly fluid from working her bleeding twat, she sucking them clean, with a "your turn, Am-ish..." using a pet name she knew I didn't like much either just to playfully tease at me. Her hands so large she could almost palm a basketball with, my sister Dearest having been center on her high school basketball team for a year before foster care circumstances moved her once again, kneaded my lower back muscles, she knowing from years of experience with me that those spots usually was where I felt my backcramps from my period the worst, her palms pushing my mittleschmersch pains aside. Flipping me over, she rubbed my lower stomach and uterus rise area, getting me so relaxed that big glob just freed itself from deep inside me and plopped out onto the towels beneath me. Then to my breasts and nipples, gently tugging on my nips with her oil-slickened fingers as she leaned into kiss me. "Wanna do a mudmask, too?" she asked "...sure, why not?" Steaming each other's faces first with washcloths soaked in hot water, she gopped up a handful of MuddMask from the jar on the vanity, smoothing it into my ever-so-slightly aging pores of my face, working it thick but smooth over my cheeks and chin. Then I did her as well, plucking her eyebrows straighter with some tweezers before slathering on the bluegray goo which at thirty dollars a jar was a rip-off but which for the sake of slow and sensual and sisterly affectionate ritual was worth every penny. As we stood there in front of the vanity for a moment our bodies next to each other's in a nonvised embrace, our menstrual evidence leaking down our respective legs a little, little stinker Ashley burst through the half-closed bathroom door in all her naked glory with a "hi Mommy, Aunt Amy...I'm through with my homework...can I play some, now?" "Sure, Baby, sure..." Mickey whispering aloud to her. Wanting to be treated like a grown-up in every respect she first wanted a MuddMask too. Michele sat on the toilet and spackled her sweetest six-year-old daughter's face with the slimy goo of women's vanity, trying to create a perfect beauty she didn't need because at six she was already a perfect beauty. Cleaning up our twats a bit with old washcloths, the dampened cold of them being something I never have gotten comfortable with, Ashley helped both of us with a familiarity that would be too weird if it weren't for the fact that this was how Mickey and I and our sisters all had grown up as well, we made a quick run to the kitchen to get glasses of Coke before playfulling jogging back to our, errrr, Michele's bedroom. Clicking on the TV atop the chest of drawers, Mickey ran the gamut of channels again before clicking it off as she nestled next to me on one side and Ash did on the other, the three of content just being close to each other. Getting up to head back to the bathroom for a moment, we peeled and picked at each other's now-dried MuddMask, washing the trace residuals off with a funny roughness and steaming hot water. Ashley pulling and picking at her mother's dried mud mask as Mickey knelt before her, Michele kissed her full on the lips more as a lover than a daughter. Nothing new there. In the six months or so since she had initiated Ash into the ways of our family, she had become an apropos at apropos time lover to her, which was regular but not daily, she not having any problems switching back and forth between her roles and identities as both daughter and lover, as neither did Mickey or I when we were growing up with Mom. Back in the bed, Michele and I quickly sunk down into our familiar sixty-nine as we lay on our sides, our fingers and tongues exploring where they willed. Ash being the monkey that she is would scoot from one cunt to the other, manually playing with and licking as she liked who she wanted to when she wanted to. Mom had always been "careful" not to oral us during our weekly playtimes with her, our sexplay with her being strictly mutual masturbation, she getting oral with us only a few times during all our years together as a family. But Mickey had made a conscious decision not to worry about being oral with her daughter or her daughter her during their mutual sexplay times together. They mostly did handfrigs and massages and such, but if she felt like licking Ashley's little cunny she did, and if Ashley wanted to tongue her Mom's she did or if she wanted Mick' to tongue her she knew she could ask anytime. Over the years that Michele and I had been giving each other comfort and love and pleasures untold by our monthly at least times together we had lost our fear of being "lesbian" with each other by our oral'ing of each other, so we just didn't care any longer. My tongue probed deep into Mickey's tunnel, like licking the last tiny bit of strawberry ice cream out of the very bottom of an ice cream cone. Ashley smiled at me as she kneeled next to me as my face lay buried in her mother and my sister's crotch, I offering my lightly blood-covered tongue to her and she accepting, sucking my pink tongue like it was a raw hotdog. We kissed as my arm reached around and pulled her closer to me for a moment. Her arm held my shoulders closer to her as well. From the headboard Mickey looks down at us as her daughter and sister kissed a lover's kiss and beamed a proud smile at us while she ground her pudenda a little harder into the MuddMask'd smooth of my cheek. Then it became "lover's choice", and I was first. Mickey sucked on one breast while Ash did my other one, her sweetest tiny mouth sucking my nipple more like an infant than a young woman. When she was still an infant she'd sometimes suck on them when I'd come over just so Michele could have a break, not caring usually that no milk came out of them unless she was really hungry. As they sucked a hand from each frigged my womanspace and clit, the feel of Ash's little fingers contrasting noticeably with the angularity of her mother's as my labia and lovetunnel and G-spot was expressed. Cover me in honey and throw to me to my sister and niece anytime. Then it was Mickey's turn. Ashley striding her mother's face, I scooted around and down and picked up her butt enough to get off the towels and stuck my tongue firmly on and in her anus. She didn't last long, she never does when I do that, Grin. Then it was Ashley's. Ash can be a downright little stinker when she wants to be, and doesn't have just one or two favorite things to do or have done to her during her "dealer's choice" times with us. After Uncle Ken's visit and hearing something that Mick' probably didn't want her to, she told her that she wanted to tie her up and spank her, just like Uncle Ken had done a week or so before. I would have given a thousand bucks to have had a camera right then to take a picture of her face. "C'mon, now, Sis, this is 'lover's choice' and she has chosen, so you gotta give, hehehehhe..." I couldn't help but just burst out laughing. She half-rose up as her hands propped up on her hips with a "...hhharrummppp..." "Now Sis, there's no harrump to it...Ashley is part of our fun, and she wants her fun to be spanking Mommy..." Michele took a couple of deep breaths and reached to pull Ashley closer to her. "Maybe...well, okay...but this is for fun...I'm not letting you spank me because I need to be punished for anything I've done wrong...and if you ever need to be spanked, you'll get a real one, okay, Sweetie?" "Okay, Mommy...I understand...where's Uncle Steve's rope?" I just burst out laughing, geehawing so hard that a dribble of urine leaked out down my leg with my drying menstrual fluid, Mickey punching me in the ribs hard enough to break my laughing fit. "Uncle Steve's toys are back in his closet, and you know we're not supposed to go in his room without his permission..." "Oh, I'll find something that we can use!!!" I teased as I rolled off the bed to go get us some wet washcloths and find something to tie up and spank her with. The two of them followed me into the bathroom. Michele and I washed and cleaned each other's cunts as Ashley helped us, making half-love as we did, gropes and kisses and all being freely exchanged. Stopping in her closet to poke around, two old silken scarves hung from a skirt hanger. Perfect. Ashley made a slow, erotic, teasing show of tying Michele's hands behind her back. I made sure the knots were good and tight, hehehe. Propping her up on all fours, Mickey's exposed ass and bleeding cunt presented themselves before her precocious little six-year-old. Ashley didn't spare her. With a wicked gleam in her eye, her tiny open palm repeatedly slapped her Mom's pussy and asscheek. I told Ash to make her Mom count them down from thirty, and Mickey turned her head to shoot me a gaze that could have frozen a medusa. "30...29...28..." then on down as she expertly placed her blows here and there on her upturned rump as I gently played with her tits and kissed her neck as she knelt tied up and face down on the bed before my niece and me. "Don't get too amused, Am', this little tart of a daughter of mine could have picked you or both of us instead of just me, hehehehe yourself..." she grunted. "That was kinda boring, Mommy...it was okay, but I don't think I'll do it anymore..." Ash mentioned to Mick' as she and I untied her wrists. It was now three past eleven pee emm. "C'mon, Stinker, you've had your fun for tonight...way past your bedtime, school's tomorrow, so give me a kiss and get your rump to bed before I return the favor!" "Can I have a goodnight hug, Mommy, Aunty Amy?" The three of us sat on the blood-crusted towels on the bed just hugging each other. Michele gave her daughter a motherly kiss on the cheek as Ash's hands gently touched and felt Mickey's left breast as I hugged Ashley's waist closer to me. We sighed a simultaneous happy sigh as Ash broke her embrace of us and pittered-pattered towards her bedroom. Alone in her bedroom, we lay next to each other, our eyes deeply seeking the love for each other through the windows of each other's souls. My hand deeply frigged her pussy and she mine, our mutual mensing fluids lubricant enough so that our hands slipped past our respective labias, our wrists bumping each other's pubic bones in our mutual slow hand-fuck of each other. Her mouth licked at my nipples for a moment, then mine hers. Pulling out, our hands grasped each other's as our fingers interlocked and our bonding with each other went beyond manual into the ethereal. Our hands easing up between our faces, our tongues licked our shared feminine essences like two momma cats cleaning each other before we flipped around in a last good-night sixty-nine and finished actually doing so, chewing on each other's labia as our tongues drilled one last testhole seeking the oil of our familial connection. "It's late, Sis, I gotta go...awanna take a quick shower with me?" "Sure." The hot water hitting the bottom of the tub/shower ran pink as the evidence of our cunt tartar lovesession was washed away for one more month. Well, maybe just another day or two, depending on if one or both of us got superhorny, hehehehe. The desert air was dry and cold as it hit my still damp skin in the midnight still, the warmth of the blood on my pad keeping my pussy icky feeling but cozy, Mickey's sweet goodbye kiss leaving my lips longing for our next time. -30Send comments to: pdweller@yahoo.com <1st attachment end> <2nd attachment, "annestor.txt" begin> Anne's Story ~ Hard Drive by PlanetDweller pdweller@yahoo.com (MF, Adult bro/sis incest, BDSM, romantic, semi non-consensual forced, slight caution) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Standard Disclaimer & Legal Stuff: The following story is adult fiction intended for private reading by adults over eighteen (18) years of age ONLY or a higher age if required by the political jurisdiction where you reside...if you are under eighteen years of age, you are required to exit now from your browser if accessing through a communications network or delete this file if accessing it through a local disk system...the following story depicts sexual acts which if they were perpetrated in real life would be against the law in all countries and localities; if merely possessing descriptions of sexual acts which would be against the law if committed in "real life" is against the law in the political jurisdiction where you live, you are required to exit access from this story and/or delete this story immediately...the following story is a work entirely fictitious and the characters, names, places, dates, acts depicted etc. bear no resemblance to any persons living or dead or events and acts which may or may not have taken place at some point in time....the author who is using the pseudonym above retains all rights of publication to this story...individual readers of legal age my freely possess this story and distribute it to other readers of legal age on a strict non-commercial basis...storage of this story on any commercial website or by any other means of storage and retrieval for commercial purposes is strictly prohibited without written consent of the originating author. ~~ The computer dominated the small room as well as the young woman who sat before it. Anne was wearing a look of frustration on her face and angrily paging through a manual on the desk. She knew it was only her paranoia, but she could have sworn the computer was smiling and silently mocking her futile attempts to control it. It was actually her brother, Robert, who was smiling and enjoying her frustration. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room and pretending to read a magazine, but was actually looking in on her through the half-way open door between the rooms. He admired her determination to learn how to use his computer, and was completely amused by her frequent fits of anger when the machine didn't do what she expected of it. She had such a temper, and acted like much like a spoiled child, yelling and shaking her fist at the uncaring piece of electronic junque. Robert found it all quite funny, if a bit worrisome. One of those days she was going to accidentally break something during one of her tantrums. He thoroughly expected to witness such a fit at any moment. Looking over the top of his magazine at her as she continued to turn the pages of the manual, he kept his snickers quiet and waited. Just as he had expected, she soon slammed the book shut and gave it a good smack. "Stupid book!..." she grumbled "...what's the point of having a manual if it doesn't answer the questions?. She shoved the book off the desk and Robert heard it hit the floor with a fluttering of the pages. He began to laugh despite himself. "Robert, Brother Dear..." she called out angrily "...you out there!?!" He cleared his throat quickly. "Yes, I'm here on the sofa...do you need any help?" "Yes..." she admitted "...would you come in here and show me how to get this stupid thing working?" He put down his magazine and stood up. When he entered his spare bedroom converted to computer and entertainment room, Anne had retrieved the manual and was again paging through it with a look of determination on her face. She had her back to him as he paused to look at her for a moment. In their twenty-some years growing up together, he had never really bothered to look her at her so intently, and he didn't understand why he was being drawn to the lines and curves on her face. They had always been close friends as well as brother and sister. But now for the first time, he noticed how truly lovely her straight jet-black hair was, in contrast to his own wavy medium-brown locks. She had it pulled back in a girlish ponytail and tied with a red ribbon. Her white neck and untanned shoulders seemed to be inviting his touch. She stood up from the book and turned around. "Well, are you going to help me, or not?" He startled as he came back to reality and mumbled an apology. Looking at the monitor, he immediately saw what the problem was. Reaching his arms around her from behind, he began to type. "Wait!..." Anne said as she turned to look at him from the computer chair "...tell me what you're doing so I can learn." She looked like a determined child who had been thwarted in her attempts to get away with something forbidden. From somewhere deep inside him, knowing or caring not from whence it had dwelled up, Robert felt a sudden urge to kiss his sister smack on her pouting mouth, but kept himself in check. "It would be hard to explain..." he mumbled, continuing to type "...to be honest, I don't know how you managed to screw things up so badly and get this configuration in the first place." She folded her arms and began to pout in earnest but only for a brief moment before a look of panic crossed her face visibly to him and quickly hit the push-button that tuned off the monitor. Robert sighed and gritted his teeth for a moment. "What are you doing?!..." he asked, beginning to feel his own frustration surfacing. She was so difficult to deal with at times. "...I can't help you if I can't see what I'm doing, Anne." "It's okay..."she said quickly "..I don't think I want to use the computer right now anyway. She stood up from the computer chair and turned to go to his bathroom down the hall, thinking she had actually turned the computer off totally instead of just the monitor. He stood back as she walked away, watching the swinging of her nice ass inside her miniskirt, silently chiding himself for be so suddenly and wrongly libidinously thinking about his sister, and decided to turn his attention back to his machine. In a moment he had retrieved the file she had been working on before she had called him to help. A surprised smile curled his lops as he began to read the textfile. Now he understood why she had suddenly turned off the monitor she was exiting out of the application she had been in. The file was a blatantly pornographic story! Leaning forward, he began reading her story with increasing interest. In the story, a young woman was depicted as being tied to a four-poster bed while her lover alternately caressed her and beat her with his belt. Robert felt himself getting an erection despite himself even though he had never been interested in bondage and discipline that much, trying to imagine why Anne had been writing this sort of fantasy-story. He closed his eyes and wondered silently what Anne would look like tied to a four-poster bed - helpless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to do to her. He began thinking of all the things about his Sister Dearest that had never crossed his mind before. The thought of stripping her naked bottom with his own belt suddenly became deliciously appealing to him, from a place somewhere in his soul he had no clue existed until then. So was the thought of watching and feeling her struggling in vain against him. He laughed quietly to himself as he thought about how much she really deserved a good whipping for all the past hurts and embarrassments that his older sister had beset upon him over the years. And, a good whipping would go a long way towards calming her irritating temper. The hard drive made slight whirring sound as the screen saver engaged and Robert realized that he had been daydreaming, the screen saver flashing a bright yellow smiley face at him at various intervals. Robert had never noticed before, but the darned thing seemed to be smirking rather than smiling. He hit the spacebar and returned to the story, hoping to be finished by the time Anna returned from the bathroom. The woman in the story had been beaten and teased into a near-frenzy and the man was beginning to have sex with her. He kissed and touched her red bottom, commenting on how warm it was to the touch. She whined and pleaded with him to release her. He told her to beg. She gladly begged him to let her go, but he wasn't pleased with her level of sincerity. So he began to beat her with the belt again until she screamed and begged enough to suit him. The two had passionate sex for the rest of the story. Robert squired in the computer chair trying to find a comfortable position as he imagined doing the same thing to Anne. Did she want him to? Was that why she had called him in here? She had to know that he was going to find the story eventually on his computer and read it. He was lost in the desire to possibly act out his fantasy when she returned to the room. Never before that evening had a single incestuous thought about his sister ever crossed his mind, let alone one involving such a scene of domination which wasn't usually in his consciousness, either. He swirled around in the ortho computer chair and faced her with a hungry smile. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows in question: "what?". "I think you should go upstairs and wait for me there" he responded coolly. He couldn't believe what he was saying to her. "Why?" she looking sincerely confused at his blunt, unusual request. "Just go...we have something to resolve." Shrugging her shoulders, she turned and headed up the stairs. He felt a sudden thrill at her response and began to imagine exactly what he was going to do to her. He didn't even notice the slight whir of the computer as he left the room. Anne took a seat on his bed in his master bedroom since there was no other place to sit and waited for her Brother-Friend to arrive. She pondered the strange look he had on his face when she had returned from the bathroom. What had that been about? A discomforting thought occurred to her as she sat waiting; what if she had actually done something really bad to the computer, his assurances aside that she couldn't do anything to do irreparable harm to it? What if she had accidentally erased the hard drive of something like that? Perhaps Robert was really angry with her. She swallowed hard, hoping that she was mistaken. After a few moments Robert opened the bedroom door and stood there looking down on her with an odd expression on his face - one she had never seen before. She bit her bottom lip knowing that he was surely angry with her. She hoped that she hadn't done anything that was going to be costly to repair. "Did I do something bad?..." she asked in her sweetest voice. Robert began to roll up the cuffs of his sleeves of his white cotton shirt, then thrust his hands into his pockets. He gave her a patient smile and nodded. "Yes, you did." Anne sighed and looked up apologetically at him. "I'm sorry Robert...I didn't mean to cause any trouble with the computer...I just forgot how to exit the file, and..." She stopped suddenly as he sat down next to her on the bed. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them slowly and deliberately. Anne shuddered form the chill that ran through her as he touched her. This was her brother, after all. Still, she delighted in his warm touch - unexpected as it was. She had had a deeply secret crush on him since they were kids, but certainly never had expected even this tad little bit to come to reality fruition. She closed her eyes and allowed a sigh to escape her lips as he moved his hands over her neck and then along her jawline. Anne felt a warm excitement envelope her as he expertly continued to touch her in ways she had only dreamed he would. She felt her own desires growing and decided to put a stop to things before they went too far. But as she opened her mouth to protest, he took her chin firmly in his hand and turned her face towards his. He looked deeply into her brown eyes and kissed her passionately. She closed her own eyes and responded to his kiss eagerly as she felt her own resistance melting away. She placed her arms around his neck and hungrily returned his kisses as she ran her hands through his hair. Robert cupped his sister's right breast in his hand and caressed it gently. He could feel her hardened nipple through her blouse and teased it with his thumb. Feeling certain that she was as ready as he was, he began to unfasten the buttons of her sheer blouse. He pushed her open blouse off her shoulders and stared at her breasts held tightly in her lace brazier. He undid the front clasp and they bounced free. Her honey-colored nipples were hard and erect and he immediately took one in his mouth and began to suck and bite on it. Keeping her hands tangled in his hair, Anne tilted her head back and thrust her breasts towards his face. As he continued to ravage them with his hands and mouth she moaned with increasing pleasure and desire. As quickly as he had begun to touch her he stopped and stood back. He looked down at her sitting on his bed. Her hair had fallen out of the ribbon that held it and was cascading all around her naked shoulders. Her clothes were half-on half-off . Her breasts were exposed and beautiful with their erect nipples. "Please don't stop, Robert..." she said demurely as she held out her arms to him, inviting an embrace "...since we were kids, I have dreamed of this so many times." "Take your clothes off!" he demanded. Anne felt a chill run over her with the tone of his voice. She had always wanted a man to take control of her. She didn't know how many times she had fantasized about her own brother Robert doing just this. She felt a weakness in her knees and a queasiness in her stomach. Despite that she quickly got to her feet to comply with his wish. Robert watched approvingly as she slowly peeled off one piece of clothing after another. "You are quite the little slut, aren't you, Anne?...he asked rhetorically "...you come over here with the premise of using my computer, but this is what you actually came over hoping for all along, isn't it?" Anne could only nod her head in agreement. How had he known that? She had never breathed a word of her wrong and secret fantasy to a soul ever, not even to her best friend. She now stood before him wearing only her panties. Hesitating a moment for effect, she then hooked her thumbs into either side of the silky-feeling panties and lowered them to her knees where she promptly stepped out of them. Looking at the lacy white panties lying on the floor, Robert noticed that they were slightly damp. Judging by the blush he observed on Anne's downcast face, she had noticed as well and felt embarrassed. Robert undid the first few buttons of his shirt and looked appraisingly at the naked woman who stood submissively before him. He was having difficulty keeping himself from moving to quickly. He wanted to make this last as long as possible. "Turn around" he said, his calm tone belying his burgeoning desire. She turned slowly and shyly looked back over her shoulder at him. Her skin was lovely and smooth. She had a faded tanline in a heart-shape on her bottom which drew his attention there. Her cheeks were round and firm and healthily white. She had kept her beauty so well-hidden over the years from him under her conservative clothing that he had never suspected that she would be so lovely. He moved towards her and stood directly behind her. Pressing his body into hers, he embraced her from behind and returned his hands to her taught breasts. Anne again let head fall backwards as he touched her. She felt his gentle but strong hands on her breasts and cried out softly when he began kissing and biting her neck from behind. She began involuntarily to twist her hips, pressing theme firmly into his. She could feel his erection hard against her bottom. She wanted desperately to turn around and kiss him or touch herself, but she reflexively waited for his permission before she took any action. Turning her head to meet his wide-eye glaze, her eyes pleaded with him to allow her to do something but he shook his head "no" in refusal at her unspoken request. He led her towards the bed, but before she could lie down on it he put his hands on her waist and stopped her. He then pulled two or three of his oversized pillows free of the bedspread and placed them one atop the other on the edge of the bed. "Bend over" he commanded as he pointed to the pillows. Anne looked back over her shoulder at him with a shocked look of disbelief in her face, a look which was quickly evolving to one of potential panic. "What?...what?..." she asked quietly. She felt like she would soon pass out from fear. Her stomach continued to turn to liquid from her combined feelings of dismay and intrigue. Was he serious? Robert took her firmly by the shoulders and led her to the edge of the bed in front of the pile of pillows. "Bend over and shut your mouth, you little slut...you now have to pay for your mischief." Anne hesitated for a moment lost in thought. She felt a thrill of excitement, but was terrified at the same time. She had spent so many hours fantasizing about having a man just take her, spank her, and then make love to her - especially her brother Robert. But now that she was on the verge of having her fantasies realized, she was stricken with fear. Besides, how had he known? "If you do not bend over, I will bend you over myself and tie you down" threatened Robert. She immediately laid her bare stomach across the pillows and balanced herself on the tips of her toes. The pillows were high enough that her naked bottom was hoisted high into the air. Robert looked approvingly at the sight. He was going to enjoy punishing his sister, and he was going to take a longgggg time doing it. Taking a moment to run a hand gently along her left asscheek he felt her delightfully smooth skin. She was as soft as satin. He took his time stroking her bottom and teasing her by running his finger along her crack. Slowly he began working his finger inside, she trying to turn her head around to see what he was doing, he giving her a stern look which was enough of a warning in itself that she immediately turned her head back. He nudged her legs apart wider and continued to tantalize her pussy until he was gently caressing slightly inside her tight hole. She moaned and began to move her most sex to the motions of his hand. She arched her back and thrust her bottom out prominently to allow him easier access to her sex, he taking great pleasure in watching her squirm and stretch to meet his touch. "Do you want me, Sis?.." he asked softly as he kept caressing her backside. "Ye-e-e-ssss!..." she nearly gasped, almost breathless from his touch. "Tell me that you want me, ME, Anne." "I...want...youuuu!....Robert!..." she responded breathlessly. He gave her exposed cunny a little squeeze and walked around to the one side of the edge of the bed where she could see him better. She lifted her face from the bedspread and looked up at him. Her face was a mixture of exhilaration and fear. He smiled down at her smugly and began to unfasten his belt while she watched in apprehension. "First things first..." he said calmly "...you have to learn a little bit about behaving yourself properly, and I am going to teach you that lesson now." Anne's big brown eyes widened with fright as he pulled his belt off and doubled it. Holding it firmly in his right hand, he leaned forward with both hands landing on the bed and gave her a quick kiss. "You deserve this, you little slut...we'll see how hot your temper runs once I've finished with that sweet little ass of yours...and I'm going to enjoy every second of this...you've had this coming for a long, long time..." Pushing himself off the bed and back upright, he stood once again and folded his arms, belt still in hand. He began to walk back around to the other side of her again. Anne felt like she would explode. She was so afraid, but simultaneously she felt possessed by her desire for Robert. The belt had been a horrible sight. The thin, black leather strap was obviously expensive judging by the suppleness of it as he had held it in front of her. She knew it was going to hurt terribly and she dreaded the pain. Despite that, she didn't make a move to stop him or escape. Not after secretly living this scenario in her mind deeply for so many years. Anne jumped slightly as her brother laid his left hand on her back and positioned himself behind her. He looked once more at her beautifully clean and smooth bottom proffered before him. Without further delay, he drew back the belt above his shoulder and brought it down hard on her rump. Anne drew a quick breath and released it in a low moan of pain. Before she had time to recover, he brought down the belt on her defenseless bottom again with a resounding smack. She tensed and rose on her toes as he brought the belt down for the third time. He moaning became louder and more urgent as the pain became harder for her to endure. When the belt hit her defenseless flesh for the fourth time, Anne screamed. She tensed and relaxed her bottom cheeks in a futile attempt to relieve the pain but it was just too intense. After the fifth and sixth blows landed as heavily and painfully as the others, she began to shriek as her panic grew. Robert was unmoved by her screaming and squirming. He took no pity on her. If anything, he came more excited as he continued to rain blows down on her bare bottom without mercy. He distributed the strokes evenly across the field of her flesh, never increasing or decreasing the his tempo or the strength of the impacting blows. He covered her entire bottom with thin angry red welts that extended down to the tops of her china-white thighs in a couple of places. Anne wasn't holding back any longer. Her screams were genuine. She grasped the bedspread with her fists clenching. She had begun to twitch her legs slightly and had rearranged the verticality of the stack of pillows underneath her butt. Robert continued his relentless assault on her trembling bottom. He brought the belt down even harder mow, driving Anne's screams to a greater intensity and to a series of high-pitched curses mixed with please for cessation. Another ten blows strongly fell before Robert paused for a moment to examine his handiwork. Anne was moaning into the bedspread and writhing with the fiery pain in her backside. He moved the pillow-pile straight again and adjusted gently adjusted her tail atop it until it was present and ready once more for his inspection. He admired the series of red welts that now marred her doll-like bottom. He had given her at least thirty of his best. Her bottom was hot to the touch. She continued to moan but still hadn't begun to actually cry tears, so he took the belt back quickly and placed three blows in the exact same place in quick succession. Anne started to scream again. Anne had thought the beating couldn't have gotten any more painful until Robert had hit the precise same spot three times more within split-seconds of each other. She screamed loudly and without shame, tossing her head from side to side as her brother delivered three more and three more again to the same line of focus that he was aiming at with his belt on her bottom. She had never felt anything this intense in her whole life and was now willing to do anything to convince him to stop. "Please!...Robert!..." she begged "...I'm sorry for what I did...please have mercy on me...I can't endure any more of this..." "You have no choice!!!..." he snapped back and delivered three more perfectly placed licks to her left asscheek in quickfire motion "...you'll have to take this and a whole lot more...I see that I still haven't beaten the temper out of you..." He gave her three vicious strokes to the inside of her right thigh. She wailed banshee-like as he then repeated the move on her inside right thigh. Anne finally had endured all that she could with dignity and began to cry. As tears rolled down her face as she tried to muffle her cries by burying her face as best she could in the comforter on his bed, she began trying to slowly edge herself off the bed and away from the terrible belt. Robert grabbed her flailing fists and held her wrists behind her back easily, forcing back to the edge of the bed more properly, releasing another three licks down low on her left buttcheek. He then placed his knee firmly on the small of her back to keep her on the bed. "Have you had enough now?!?..." he asked, placing another three blows to the apogee of her right cheek. She screamed and struggled against him. "Yes!...Oh Yes!!!..." she sobbed "...please let me go...I'm sorry..." He placed another three licks on the same spot where the last three had landed. "Please!..." she begged like a little girl being spanked "...I can't take anymore...please let me go." "You want me to let you go?..." he asked snidely "..I thought you wanted me, wanted me to do this to you so badly...are you changing your mind, Sis'?" "Nnnn....No..." she replied sincerely, her tears slightly subsiding "...please, Robert, please - I want you so badly...I haven't changed my mind." He brought the belt down hard three times across her right cheek, eliciting fevered screams from her renewing struggle within herself. "I'll fuck you, Sis, if you beg me to do it." "Please, Brother, please..." she whined "...I'm begging you...please stop....please fuck me." "You can do better than that!...:" he growled and brought the belt down again on her naked bottom. "Ooowwwww!!!...please Robert...please, I'm begging and pleading with you....fuck me!" He gave her another ten burning strokes against as she continued to beg him to stop and have sex with her. Tears kept rolling down her face and dampened the bedspread as her face stayed pressed against it. Robert finally released her hands and removed his knee from the small of her back. Finally free, she grasped her burning bottomcheeks tightly in her hands and rolled onto her back moaning in pain. Robert finished undressing quickly and laid down on the bed beside her, taking her tenderly in his arms and covering her mouth with his. He had grown so excited that he couldn't hold back any longer. He quickly positioned himself above her as she lay before him and entered her with one quick thrust. She gasped in surprise and delight as the warm, pleasurable feel of him within her began to grow stronger than the pain which still wracked her brutalized bottom. "Is this what you wanted, Sis?.." he asked softly in her ear as he held her passionately close to his body as he kissed her earlobe and nibbled on it gently. Anne opened her mouth to answer him but he brought his lips to hers and thrust his tongue in her mouth with as much control and passion as he had thrust his swollen sex into her. She returned his kiss hungrily while he cupped her head in his hands. Grasping his buttocks as she lay underneath him, Anne pulled him toward her and greedily ground her pudenda against his. She was beginning to feel drunk with the pleasure that was building up from deep between her thighs as she responded to every possessive thrust of his hips. The stinging in her bottom now paled in comparison to the ecstasy that was overtaking her, the tingling and throbbing evidence of a titillating reminder of his uncompromising domination of her. He kneaded her breasts and pinched her hardened nipples which brought small screams of excitement from her as their lovemaking continued. He buried his face between her breasts and kissed them hungrily. Working his way along her shoulder and neck, he breathed deeply the floral scent of her perfume and ripening perspiration. She began to main loudly as she finally felt her mounting passion explode into waves of orgasms. Oblivious to everything but the feeling of her brother Robert within her and the dizzying pleasure that enveloped her, she gasped and called out his name. Robert took her hands in his and held them against the bed firmly as he allowed himself to succumb to his own growing ecstasy that was beginning to overwhelm him. He plunged his member forcefully into her, time and time and time and time again, driving her bruised bottom into the bed with each determined thrust of her hips. Orgasm swept over him suddenly and he gasped audibly from the strength of it. His body trembled and shook as the spasms overtook him, then slowly decreased in intensity. With a strong sigh, he tensed and finally collapsed breathlessly onto the bed with his dearest sister. Later as Anne rested her head on Robert's chest as he affectionately stroked her hair, she turned to face him and ask him the question that had been nagging at her since all that had just happened started a few hours back. "How did you know?" "Know what?" he replied with puzzled expression. "How did you know that I wanted you to totally dominate me like you did and then make sweet, tender love to me?...I know I've never said anything to anyone about it, let alone you...have I, Robert?" "Well, you left that suggestive story on the hard drive...that told me everything I needed to know." It was Anne's turn to become confused. "What story?...I didn't have a suggestive story on your hard drive...I was working on my French paper for my night class and while I was trying to figure out the key combinations to get the special French characters to type, the darned computer just went nuts." Robert's jaw dropped in sincere surprise. "You didn't write that story I read, seriously!?" Anne silently shook her head "uh-uh". "Well, then..." Robert thought aloud for both of them "...if you didn't write it, and I know I didn't write it, who wrote it, and how did it get on my damn computer?" Downstairs in an empty room, the computer whirred and beeped softly, contentedly, the smiley face screen saver smirking, its master now happy at last. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++======= ================ The Dawn by Planetdweller Written for Anne D., 2-23-95 ********************** Dusk settles slipping slod clothes shed falling rod ropes felt tied mod blindfolds illuminate seeing dod but the truth night hides all you give yourself totally into my will, recruit kiss the rod of love, of discipline bare your bottom as you bare your soul lose your will, so that you may win submission becomes control and control becomes meaningless your body becomes my toy your mind is mine, open then fold In a world where no means yes and stop means don't ever I destroy your boundaries you settle for nothing less gags speak volumes qod playmarks feel tying jod skins become clothes kod Dawn break harping sod -30Send comments to: pdweller@yahoo.com <2nd attachment end> <3rd attachment, "reunion.txt" begin> Reunion by PlanetDweller (MF adult bro/sis, MFF bro/sis/sis, MFg, mild BDSM, mother/daughter mild pedo) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Standard Disclaimer & Legal Stuff: The following story is adult fiction intended for private reading by adults over eighteen (18) years of age ONLY or a higher age if required by the political jurisdiction where you reside...if you are under eighteen years of age, you are required to exit now from your browser if accessing through a communications network or delete this file if accessing it through a local disk system...the following story depicts sexual acts which if they were perpetrated in real life would be against the law in all countries and localities; if merely possessing descriptions of sexual acts which would be against the law if committed in "real life" is against the law in the political jurisdiction where you live, you are required to exit access from this story and/or delete this story immediately...the following story is a work entirely fictitious and the characters, names, places, dates, acts depicted etc. bear no resemblance to any persons living or dead or events and acts which may or may not have taken place at some point in time...the author who is using the pseudonym above retains all rights of publication to this story...individual readers of legal age my freely possess this story and distribute it to other readers of legal age on a strict non-commercial basis...storage of this story on any commercial website or by any other means of storage and retrieval for commercial purposes is strictly prohibited without written consent of the originating author. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My pussy absolutely twinged when I heard the knock at the door. For years I had waited for this moment to arrive, and finally it had. On the other side of the door was my Uncle Ken, my uncle Ken who was also my half-brother. My half-brother, yes, but also more than that, since his father was my father and the father of my mother who was his sister as well. Confused? Don't feel bad. My family tree is so complicated that you need a degree in horticulture to begin to understand it. All I knew was that after all these years of he and I being long-distance-only best friends, after Mom had "permitted" us to get in contact with each other back when I was eighteen or so, fourteen or so years ago, that the travails of he being on the East Coast and I on the Left one and never having met face-to-face despite being so emotionally close were finally coming to an end. "Hi, 'Chele, Dear, it's so good to see you!!!" he exclaimed as we hugged. And hugged. And hugged. His lips met mine and my tongue gently parted his lips. My breasts pressed into his large chest through my knit blouse. My hand rubbed the small of his back as our kiss continued. His hand found my butt and gently squeezed. For the next four days, we would have each other, finally, after all these years of anticipation. My brother, my uncle. Perhaps I should explain. The original sibling group of my Mom, and my two uncles were broken up in late '57 by the circumstances of my grandparents' marriage. The details of why they broke up aren't important, let's just say there were multiple reasons as there is in any situation which requires the legal break up of an intact family unit. Well, I guess I need to say one reason is that my father, who also was my grandfather, while being a dashing and handsome bohemian rogue, had some emotional problems among which was the fact that he liked to beat on pregnant women, especially if the woman in question was his spouse or significant other. After my Mom's sibling group was broken up, they were all adopted by other biological siblings of my grandmother or grandfather, except my Uncle Ken, who was adopted by the best friend of the brother of my biological maternal grandfather. Got all that? All the adoptions were open, and even though some secrets were kept until much later, my mother and Uncle Gary, who were adopted by my grandmother's brother who was head of the Baptist Missions for East Africa, grew up staying in contact via mail and phone regularly and seeing my Uncle Ken every four years when they came back over from Africa on furlough. When she was sixteen, though, my Mom ran away from her parents who were her uncle and aunt as well as being her adoptive mother and father, and moved in with her/my/our biological father, Fred, who lived in San Pedro at the time. I'm not sure of the exact sequence of events, I'm not sure if there was love, if they were in love or not, or what, but a couple of years later I was born. My Mom's circumstances changed and re-changed, patterns of living and life started repeating themselves, and soon after her marriage to a sailor, the father of three of my younger sisters broke up, we all were placed in the foster care system of California. I saw my Mom from time to time, every few weeks or so, while being a foster kid. She told me about my Uncle Gary and Uncle Ken and Aunt Peggy (who was born several years after the original three of them had been put up for adoption and my grandparents had briefly gotten back together) and all, but at the time it really didn't make a whole lot of difference to me. After I turned eighteen, Mom gave me Uncle Ken's address and phone number, and suggested I contact him. I did, and over the next couple of years we became fast friends, the best of friends. A couple of years after that Mom, in a manic depressive episode, confessed to her landlord of the duplex where she lived outside of Sacramento the one secret she had always kept from me, the answer to the one question I had always had but she had always begged off answering, that of who my father was. She always had told me back then she had very promiscuous, which I knew was a true fact by what I had heard from other family members, and didn't know. But in a fit of blind confusion she had told Lita, her landlady and friend, that her father and my grandfather Fred was my father, too. That next day, Lita called and told me what Mom had told her. It made perfect sense. I do look an awful lot like him (he died a few months back, BTW). In fact, I look more like him than Mom, Aunt Peggy, or Uncles Gary or Ken. I also was and am part of Mom and them's "link" for a better term, a psychic circle of awareness that I had always seemed to be part of but none of my sisters did. I also shared the same circle of common traits that they all shared, among them including a higher than average intelligence, an ability of physically heal very quickly from blunt trauma injuries, an immune system that could fight off almost anything, a zone of awareness of my immediate surroundings which kept me out of danger in almost all cases, lightning quick reflexes, above average strength for my size (though I am quite an Amazon anyway at six foot even tall and a nice shape and build generally) and muscle mass, super high energy generally and being a true hypersexual as the result of that energy level specifically. It made perfect sense, but it was still a shock, a big one. I called Mom immediately after Lita called and told me and she confirmed it, then hung up on me, not wanting to talk further right then. Then I called Uncle Ken and talked with him. Even though he and his wife were swingers and pretty open-minded about sex and such things, I still expected a somewhat negative reaction from him, but I didn't know who else to call. I need to talk with someone, and I couldn't call my adoptive grandparents with them being missionaries and all and didn't want to tell any of my sisters, not at least right then, so I called Uncle Ken. To my mild surprise, he wasn't judgmental at all. In fact, he was downright supportive. He told if anything, that we sharing the same father, if it was my biological maternal grandfather, made him feel even closer to me. In many ways, it seemed to make me feel closer to him, too. Especially as the years passed, even though I asked him to and he always respected my wishes for him not to openly refer to me as his sister even in private conversations, he always signing his letters originally and email eventually as "Uncle Ken", the fact we were half-brother and sister (or am I even more than a full sister to him somehow, considering everything?) as well as uncle and niece definitely gave us a closer tie than almost anything you could imagine. Still, we never met face-to-face. When he did come out to the West Coast, it was always on one of his consulting gigs and he never had time even to swing down and see me, it was always push push push with him doing stuff for his clients before flying back to North Carolina. He has yet to take a vacation as an adult either, not a full week one or better. I suppose when you're a hand-to-mouth if nationally-known consultant it's hard to take time off for a vacation. Like he was fond of saying, when he has the time he doesn't have the money and vice' versa. And me with my modest circumstances I never had either to where I could fly east to spend any time with him. We were and are as close as two people could possibly be, considering, don't believe anything less. Otherwise, my tongue wouldn't be searching for his uvula as we hugged at my front door, smiling and holding and kissing each other. Four days. Having driven in from San Diego to El Cajon that Friday morning, we had until the following Tuesday when he had to drive back to San Diego to do his consulting gig before then flying back to N.C. that following Friday afternoon. "I love you, 'Chele...." he murmured to me as we kissed "...I love you..." "I love you too, Uncle Ken, I love you so much , too..." whisperingly I replied. No, dammit, "the rules" never have applied to either he or I nor our/my sibling group, and weren't going to apply now or for the next four days, either. Rules are for those who are brought up believing them as propaganda. Other than basic moral strictures such as though shalt not steal or though shall not kill, all other rules are norms of society, not rules of God or His natural laws. Unconditional love is unconditional love. Uncle Ken and I loved each other truly unconditionally. And our unique set of genetic circumstances, our psychic link with each other and others in our sibling group including my Mom/his sister, our energy level which includes our true, hours and hours and hours-on-end ability to make love, no, dammit, yes, dammit, that meant to us that any normal rules of incest prohibition didn't apply to us or our family structure. While I was twelve or thirteen and in the foster care maze, he and Mom had talked about her coming to live with he and his wife Cathy in a permanent triad marriage situation, Mom told me later after she told me the truth about Fred being our father. Uncle Ken and Mom loved each other but weren't in love with each other. Uncle Ken is truly hypersexual like all of us are, Mom had never had a hypersexual man despite going through a lifetime of them like an elephant goes through a bag of peanuts, and Mom was also bisexual enough to enjoy Uncle Ken's wife Cathy. But things simply never worked out. Neither Uncle Ken or Mom ever would say why, all they would say it that it almost but in the end didn't happen. Within that triad marriage mix they originally had hoped to include me and maybe even my next-in-line-in-age sister, Amy, too. Before everything had gone to hell in a handbasket with her marriage to 'Skorsy and we were feed to the foster care grinder, Mom had gently and non-push-ily sexualized me first when I was five or six and then Amy when she turned five or so and then my next-youngest sister Rachael when she turned five or so as well. It wasn't a big deal then, or now. When I was five or six, instead of Mom bathing me by kneeling outside of the tub and washing me, she simply drew up some water and we took a bath together. I had seen her nude all my life so that wasn't a big deal. While washing my vulva, she simply took a little longer than normal, and ended up gently masturbating me and then had me wash her pussy and gently masturbate her as well while we both were in the tub. Over the next years until shit happened, things progressed where she'd come to my bed at night usually one or two nights per week and masturbate me and I her as we lay close to each other. She never did eat me or ask me to eat her. When Amy and then Rachael came of age, she did the same with them too. On a few occasions Mom and I and either Amy and/or Rachael did do some things together as a group, Mom usually attending to us one-to-one in private. Years later, she told me that her plan had been to eventually include her then-husband 'Skorsy into the fun she and I had along with she had with my sisters, but since he, Skors', became so abusive and all eventually which is why she eventually left even though she knew it meant giving us up to foster care she decided against the idea with him at least, since she feared he would have become abusive instead of loving with us. When things almost happened with her and Uncle Ken and his wife, it had been their mutual plan to at least consider the possibility of including me and/or Amy into their triad marriage relationship, assuming they could have somehow rescued us from foster care. But the three of them never got married, and I never got to be adopted or become a lover to my Uncle Ken, not at least until now. We laughed through our kisses as my roommate and former fianc e Steven wandered in from work, stepping around us as we kissed. Steven and I still loved each other, and don't laugh, but more as a brother and sister than former significant others who almost married but didn't. After we broke up, Steven had let me stay in the condo he had just bought for us for our marriage, and I dunno, somehow over the years we just stayed together, stayed together for support and love and friendship. Steven was my second-best male friend for sure, behind Uncle Ken. We hadn't made love in years, well okay not including that one blow job I gave him when we both went on a bar hopping hunt and both got way too drunk some years back, and while comfortable around each other semi-nude or nude, we respected and gave each other space, something that's necessary in a smallish three-bedroom condo. Even when Ashley was born six years ago and I feared that Steven who never really liked kids would ask me to! leave with her if not outright throw me out, Steven surprised me as he is wont to do and became more of a father to Ashley than her real father who I did love at one time despite him being such a flake but wouldn't marry in a million years because he was also such a liar and dog by telling me that as long as he had a place, I had a place, the unstated part of that being that of course I had to contribute my share of the mortgage payment as rent to him. Steven knew all about Uncle Ken, all about Fred our real biological father and my Mom and all, and didn't care, as long as we didn't screw on the dining room table and hurt his feelings since he knew he could never have me again. Uncle Ken grabbed Steven's shoulder as he tried to scoot around us and included him in our group hug for a moment before Steve broke friendly away and kicked off his shoes near the couch before heading to and closing his bedroom door up the stairs. Uncle Ken and I settled on the couch, not breaking our hug or kisses. Our eyes looked so deeply into each other's, seeing the truth of who and what we were in blinding confirmation. If there had ever been any doubt, and no I never did ask Mom or Fred for blood samples or genetic tongue scrapings to prove or disprove Fred's paternal parentage of me or nor before Fred died a few months back, my soul totally connecting Ken's removed what if any unconscious doubt about us being brother and sister was left. We kissed and kissed and kissed. He seemed a little shy, still. Silly Uncle Ken. I took his hand and placed it squarely on my left breast, molding it to me. We both wanted what we wanted. No rules. At least no conventional rules of conventional society. I unzipped his pants and freed his cock, my mouth clamping down on it. "God, 'Chele, I have waited sooooo long for this moment". "I have too, Uncle Ken, I have too". He hadn't lied about his size. His full seven plus inches filled my mouth as he leaned back on the couch and I leaned into him. I had had bigger cocks and longer cocks, but never one that tasted sweeter. He came almost immediately in my mouth, the saltiness of his come tasting almost Cloroxy, but his hard didn't die, if anything it got stronger, as I knew it would. If we were genetic freaks as exhibited from our hypersexuality, at least we could enjoy ourselves now. Like Mom, I had never had a truly hypersexual man in my life, one who could match or exceed my own libido, but knew I had one now in my brother and uncle, and was going to take enjoyment in every sweet second of being with him, someone whom I had come to unconditionally love over the years. "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhuuhhuuuhhh..." my dearest Uncle Ken grunted as he came again in my mouth, his hands grabbing and holding my head down closer to his crotch as he mouth-fucked me "...Michele...'Chele...Mee-chele...". "Yes, Uncle Ken?" "That's incredible..." "Thank you...I love you Uncle Ken..." "I love you too...I just didn't think we'd get this hard and heavy so quickly...I...I have something for you..." My eyes rolled up with curiosity as our gazes met each other as I leaned back up, his cock remaining erect as his hand fished a bulge out of his left pants pocket, the bulge showing to be a velveteen jeweler's case. "It's...this is for you, Dearest, dearest niece and sister of mine..." He crossed my usually unstated and our mutually normally unwritten rule by calling me sibling instead of just familial relation, but I didn't mind, not too much at least. Flicking open the case, glints of diamonds serenaded my imagination. A diamond heart-shaped pendant consisting of probably twenty or more diamonds around a 14K white gold heart silhouette mounting. My heart absolutely melted. I hadn't expected this, not at all. My lips kissed him full on his, the taste of his semen still fresh on my tongue. He accepted my love-offering of his own manhood fluidic essence without qualm or faux disgust. His arm pulled my neck and face closer to his as we kissed. My hand found and played with his still erect cock. "I hope you like it..." "Like it?...LIKE IT?...I LOVE IT!!!..." I exclaimed to the point of shouting. "Let's see how it looks on you, then..." I pulled of my blue knit top in one motion. My 34C breasts heaved inside my bra. He looked at my tits with interesting lust. Leaning my head forward, the soft sound of quiet snap of safety hook snapped my diamond heart around my very real heart of love for my Uncle Ken. My hands flicked the front clasp of my bra open. My breasts were free to his touch. His fingers gently massaged my nipples as he leaned into me to kiss me. My diamond heart rose and fell atop my heaving breasts. We leaned into each other for an even more full kiss if that was possible, his still erect cock poking me in the stomach. "I love you..." he huskily coughed. "I love you, too...my brother, Ken..." A spurt of come slowly leaked onto my naked torso as our eyes continued to lock radar-like onto each other's, our lips melding, our tongues wrestling, his hands all over my naked boobs, my hand slowly jacking him off. For another moment time and space were suspended. For fourteen years I had been, we had been, waiting for this moment, and now every concept of fantasy, every concept of what might be or might have been was now becoming a reality more profound than anything my poor old brain could have imagined. "I haven't had anything to eat since last night, 'had to catch the red-eye in this morning...I'm starved...wanna get something to eat?..." he asked, momentarily breaking our liplock. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't help but laugh. My hypersexual uncle and brother in my arms and in my heart right where I wanted him, days of non-stop passion awaiting us, and he wants to stop and get something to eat. I suppose "when you're forty-three, food becomes almost as important as sex, doesn't it, hu Unk?" I playfully teased at him. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ His rented Stratus smelled of new rented car as he drove us a few blocks further into town to Sam's Steakhouse in the ministrip shopping center where the Wal-Mart where I normally worked was located at. Living in El Cajon for the past some years, I had never been to Sam's before. The McDonald's near the condo complex where I lived was more my speed and budget, I admit. The few nicer cars, the newer Lincolns and Mercedes and such were parked in front of it, as they normally congregate in the asphalt sea parking lot. "Enjoy, 'Chele, this is on the client's dime anyway..." he smiled as he opened the car door for me. Remembering I hadn't called Amy yet to check on my sweet Ashley, I walked the hundred feet back towards to the Wal-Mart to the pay phone and dropped a quick dime. Ashley was fine Amy said, and "go enjoy yourself". Amy and I had a unique if strange relationship as sisters, but all things considered considering how unique and difficultly we had been raised, we still loved each other, and she loved her niece Ashley to death. She knew what I had planned with our Uncle Ken, and was excited about he and I becoming lovers finally. He had the eight ounce filet mignon, and I had the surf-and-turf. Feeding each other, we PDA'd like new lovers totally enamored with each other, which we were. He finishing half a dozen snifters of Hennesey brandy, me finishing half a dozen white wine spritzers. A high genetic-based tolerance to alcohol being another one of our shared traits as sister and brother, I felt and I think he felt a most mild of buzzes, not a slurred buzz at all. Back home, Steven was leaving for work, having been called in for another shift at the Indian reservation casino where he worked as a security guard after getting just a few hours rest. I really wouldn't have cared if he had heard what was coming next or not, thin walls inside our condo or not, but without him there it would probably make Uncle Ken feel a little less self-conscious. Few words were said that night. Hands roving hands. Clothes being stripped and tossed aside like so many walls being broken down. Skin against skin. Tongues against tongues. Mouths for genitals. Genitals for orificial openings. "God...'Chele...you're incredible..." Brother Ken grunted as he fucked me from the side, we laying on left sides, he to my back, his hand mauling my clit and breasts as his member poked me silly. "No more than you, lover..." I replied as my cunt muscles squeezed his member for all they were worth. First it was nine fifty-seven p.m., then ten fifty-seven, then two then three fifty-seven a.m. Damn. Hot damn. I knew that he like Mom and our other siblings were hypersexual by nature, but never having had a truly hypersexual man before, I didn't expect this level of continual non-stop action. My cunt was becoming sore, losing it's lubrication. "Let's do something else" my throat exported as the dim roomlight glinted off his shiny pupils from the lone mininightlight a couple of feet from us on my nightstand. We sixty-nine for a while, his hand, his finger then two then three then four fingers opening my cunt up as he sucked on my clit, two fingers finding and massaging my G-spot, my cyprinne lubrication flowing freely once more. Rolling him over and getting on top, I stretched out atop his 6'4" frame, my six-foot even length matching my eyes with his once again as I rowed our rowboat of love atop my tubed waterbed, his never-dying cock simply filling my every fantasy as it filled my open woman space. Sometime towards the creeping rays of dawn, it the yellow holy light of another day arrived, sleep took us over both, our breathing matching each other as my arms wrapped my sibling brother and uncle closer to me as his body and soul lay peacefully under mine, his cock still not not filling my lovespace as his eyes closed and he dreamed of dreams undreamt before but fulfilled. We awakened to the mutual sounds of our stomachs growling, the clock and penetrating daylight showing that it was sometime after lunch. "I know you're hungry, I'll fix us some breakfast, you just lie there and relax, Ken". It was the first time I had ever not pre-fixed his name with "Uncle" to him. Remembering his multiple food allergies, plain eggs were scrambled and bacon fried and pre-made pancakes were microwaved hot as the faint sounds of running water echoed from the pipes under the kitchen sink. Leaving everything where it was, I scooted back to my bedroom, faint TV noises from upstairs indicating that Steven had come home sometime in the meantime, my old housecoat hitting the floor as the bathroom then shower door was nudged open and my body displaced the spray of hot water from him. Instinctively kneeling down on the cold tile floor, my mouth lovingly enveloped his cock as he audibly flinched. "I thought my hypersexual Unk was used to all that good pussy he got last night?" my humor snided him. "I...I am, Dear, but damn, you did wear me out last night, we must have gotten what, six or seven hours non-stop last night?" "Yeah, six or seven..." I dreamily replied as my tongue gingerly caressed his erecting member. "I'm...I'm sorry, but it's a little sore...maybe some more after we eat, okay?" "Sure." We kissed through our bites of eggs and bacon and pancakes, licking the maple syrup off each other's chins as we snuggled next to each other our straight-back kitchen chairs next to each other at the dinette table. "If your cock's really that sore, you can always do tie-up games with me, like you do with Aunt Cathy, if you want". His eyes lit up like a little boy's. We hadn't made any plans for this weekend at all, only that we would be together. We both knew we would end up making love before it was over, but nothing specific was stated before his trip out to see me. "No, seriously?" "Yes, Uncle, Brother...just don't be wild with me...Steven has some toys we can borrow...you know I've been curious about it, and I know you have played with Aunt Cathy and some other Subs...sure..." Pounding on Steven's bedroom door, he sleepily and grumblingly opened it up, me whispering to him what I wanted, he half-sliding half-kicking a large and beat-up old suitcase of stuff out to me, fussing at me not to bother him any more that weekend. "The, our, safeword is 'Chicago'...if I ever get too rough for you, 'Chele, simply yell out 'Chicago', and I'll stop, okay?" "You won't get too rough for me...Ken..." a long pause without the prefix "uncle" before his name seemingly exciting him still "...my brother Ken, I know you won't hurt me...do what you will with me". Quickly dropping my old housecoat that I had reapplied before sitting down to brunch with him earlier, his hands roughly mauled my breasts and pussy, his long fingers grabbing and pulling on my thinnish labia as I stood before him. Tying me up hog-tie fashion on the bed, blindfold in place, gag in my mouth, a lubed finger worked my ass open a bit before his cock roughly pushed inside me, his hypersexual energy just going wild as his assfuck of me began Heaven. Sheer heaven. Grunts muffled through my gag, a trace of slobber couldn't help but fall to the pillow under my face. Open palm slaps stung my ass as he somehow ground even deeper into me. "Sheee...eeee...iiiittt, Michele, you're fucking unreal..." "Mmyuere fflkkng unnweeel too.." muffled cries through ballgag were offered in return. Streams of release pumped inside me deep from an unlatexed connection from my soul to his world. Collapsing on the bed beside me, pulling me close to him, releasing the gag from its ball embrace of my cries, he kissed me as his fingers roughly grabbed and twisted my nipples, pulling them taught as my breasts were stretched horizontal. My will was his for the rest of the afternoon. Tying me up all sorts of ways, he spanked me, whipped my back and butt and pussy with cat o' nine tails and riding crop and assorted paddles of Steven's that he and I knew had never found anyone kinky enough to use one, the newness of their unworn sheen belying his ultimate intent for them. It was sweet irony that my dearest brother and uncle was using them for the first time on me, my first time ever doing a power exchange scene with anyone, when Steven would have given his right testicle to have done the same with me. Hehehehehe. After showing me the real-life proper use of the assorted nipple clamps, labia clamps, labia spreaders, cuffs, canes, masks, clothespins, you name it, we both seemed to get a little bored by them all, and went back to slow, sweet hypersexual lovemaking. Around nine-ish or so that night, I knew we had to eat, though neither of us felt hungry. "Let's go to Mac's" I suggested. Mac's was the local neighborhood bar just a block away or so. It was where I had met both Steven and Jason, Jason being my sweet Ashley's father. We really didn't eat, just munched down on pretzels and cheese nachos and slices of warmed-over pizza with our shots and beers. Somehow we ended up in a boilermaker contest. At a dozen shots and beers even, we decided to call it quits, before one of us got sick. I didn't feel a buzz at all and neither did Uncle Ken, his gaze to my mine focused and his legs unwobbly, but we both knew what we wanted, and it wasn't to get drunk. Back in my slightly sour-smelling bed, the aroma of sweat and sex fluids mixing in the dry desert air of "The Drawer", our kissing and hands roaming returned over penetration activities. His every touch excited me, and mine his. Slowly pushing his cock just inside me, I drew his cockhead just inside me enough to keep him hard, my muscles hiccuping and spasming around it to keep it erect. His slowly exhaling hot breath on my neck as we slowly made perfect hypersexual love, his arms around me and mine around his as we lay on the bed in perfect unison, sleep came, then morning. "Bbbrrrrinnngggg..." the damn phone shouted. "Uh...uh, yes?" "Mickey?..." came a slow voice on the other end, only my sisters ever calling me by that pet name I usually hated, Amy being the one in this case. "Uh, yeah?..." "Have fun, you and Unk?" "Yeah, we had fun, how about you?" "I wasn't there...I wasn't there, remember?" Amy had crudely hinted that she might some of Uncle Ken too, not because she felt close to him, she barely had any contact with him over the preceding years, but because she was that much of a sweetly kinky slut. Not that I really minded. Mom had been masturbating us, we her, and she getting us to do each other since we were kids, before we were split up. There wasn't a whole lot I didn't know about her or she I. I knew she probably wanted to screw her uncle and my new lover, and well, all things considered, I really didn't mind, if he wanted to. "You asking what I think you're asking, hu, Sis?" "Uh-hu..." "Well, we'll see...wait until you bring Ashley back over this afternoon, I haven't mentioned what I mentioned to you about Ashley but after the past couple of days I think he'll be cool with it, and then we'll see, 'k?" " 'K...see you shortly". Nudging him awake, he smiled at me, beaming as we kissed again. " 'nother surprise for you, Dearest". It was a surprise indeed. Making the hour's trip to San Deigo in his rented Stratus, we pulled up at the San Diego Yacht Club harbor restaurant, the doorman welcoming us in, the maitre'd smiling as he confirmed Unk's reservation and seating us at a table for two overlooking the toylines of million-dollar boats docked side-by-side. Pulling a ring case from his ever-present laptop case, he opened for me, showing me it's content, taking my right hand and placing a slightly one sized too large ring on my unjewelryclad ring finger, he warbled a "...I hope you like it...Cathy helped me pick it for you...she said she said you'd flip over it..." "I have...I do...gheeee...I don't know what to say..." "Say you like it..." "I do...I do...I love...I love you, Ken...I love you..." I cooed as my eyes couldn't break their lock on the clasped hands molded from 18K white gold. "I love you, too, 'Chele, I love you too". +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We stopped by Amy's apartment on the way back to pick up Ashley to save her having to drive the some miles to my place. Her husband Kelly was there, answering the door, but she wasn't. "She's already left to go to your place...she was going shopping first, but she'll be there on time as promised". I couldn't hold back much longer. I did have some lustily hot plans in store for my dearest uncle and brother, and rather than risking all the intimacy we had built up over the past few days, the weight of my awaiting fantasies wanting to be fulfilled broke my discretionary dam. "Uncle...Brother...uh, Ken..." "Uh-hu..." he replied as the Stratus slid down Desert Highway Avenue, the cool dry morning breeze smoothing his middle-aged face in its slipstream. "I....I have some plans...I have a confession to make..." "Uh-hu..." he continued to lazily reply back, not really paying attention for me. "Amy...Am...Amy wants to make love to you, just because you're her uncle and for no other reason..." "Uh-hu..." "...and...and Ken..." "...uh-hu..." "...I also had, have plans to show you what Ashley and I do, like what Mom did with me and my sisters, after Amy brings her over...you shocked?" "Uh-uh, not at all...we are different, 'Chele, the rules don't apply to us, remember?..." he replied, smiling, pulling me closer to him, pulling me tight to his side, leaning into to kiss me. I just beamed back. Back at my place, I heard the sound water splashing in the seldom-used hot tub out on our smallish verandah as Uncle Ken and I made our way to my bedroom, the unmistakable laugh of my sweetest daughter intermezzoing with my sister Amy's own girlish giggles. "They're in the hot tub, Ken, let's join them" I suggested as we helped each other out of our clothes. Amy had Ashley snuggled close to her as she tickled her under the bubbling foam, pulling her tight to her smallishly titted chest as Ash faced away from her, her hand obviously between her legs, tickling her cunny, making her laugh. Ken just stared at them as I climbed in with them, not making any motions for a moment, soaking the sight in of my sister consensually molesting my daughter. Turning my head back to him, asking "you sure you don't mind?...'you sure this is okay with you?" I asked one last time, he nodding his head silently "yes" as he climbed in with us. "Ashley, this is your great-uncle Ken", she scooting over to hug his neck in welcome. "Hi Uncle Ken..." she innocently intoned as he hugged her back as Amy still playfully grabbed at her butt. Amy and I had done a couple of moderate lesbian scenes for her husband Kelly a couple of times over the couple of years that they had been married, but I never let him join in, only watch, mainly because I was not attracted to him. It's not like Sis or I were really that bi, either, we had simply been sexualized early by our Mom and we were comfortable fooling around with each other when the mood suited us, which normally was once a week or so and especially when we got our synched periods together and Amy's husband Kelly cut her off totally sexually until she stopped a few days later. We loved each other as sisters, both loved sweetly playing with Ashley too, but we just enjoyed the sex with each other, not really being that attracted to each other, if that makes any sense. "Ashley, Darling, remember when I mentioned to you that when I found the right boyfriend who I trusted, that he could join the fun you and I sometimes have?..." "Uh-hu, Mommy..." "Well, Uncle Ken has agreed to join our fun, if you'd like...." "Yeah, that's'll be neat, Mommy..." "...and can Aunt Amy join us too?..." "Sure, Mommy, sure..." Ken's raging hard pressed into my back as my sweetest six-year-old daughter and my thirty-year-old sister Amy slid over to join me in a three-way kiss. Amy's hand reached for and found my pussy, as my hand opened my precocious daughter's legs for my motherly touch. Ashley's mouth began a slow suck on my left breast as Amy and I kissed each other. I knew that Uncle Ken wasn't new to being with more than one woman at a time, not with he and his wife Aunt Cathy being swingers and all, but I knew this was the first time he had ever been with more than one blood sibling, I being his first just a couple of days ago, let alone two plus one in the form of my young daughter and Amy-sister. I also knew that he had expressed extremely negative feelings about child molesters in the past, always reiterating that sex was for adults only, our biological family history aside. Turning my head to kiss him, breaking my kiss from Amy for a moment as Amy and Ash kissed some as my feel-up of my dau! ghter's tiny pussy continued, I searched his eyes for any sense of disapproval of the situation, but there was none. "Whatever you'd like to do, Uncle Ken, we'll do...whatever you'd like." Whispering aloud to us that we should all go the bedroom, we stopped at the kitchen and bathroom for pitstops. Amy was all over Ken, kissing and groping him, as Ashley walked with me arm-to-shoulder near them. "Would you like to play with my cunny some like Mommy and Aunt Amy do, Uncle Ken?" "Sure, Ashley, I'd like that..." Leaning back into my chest as I lay atop the bed resting up at an angle with pillows underneath my back and neck, Amy spread her niece Ashley's legs for Ken's view and touch. He seemed mesmerized by her pure girlish essence, just gazing at her tiny slit like he had never seen a pussy before. Come to think of it, he probably had never seen a six-year-old's one, not even in pictures. His fingers gently rubbed up and down its length, stopping for a second every now and then to massage the bud of her tiny clit. Ash leaned around a bit to suck on one of my breasts as Ken continued his easy play with her pussy, Amy scooting around to take Ken's half-hard in her hand as she kneeled close to him and kissed him. His finger easing into a her an inch or so making her jump breaking her enjoyment for a sec', looking up at me breaking her suck of my nipple my little darling asked me "Mommy, can I play with Uncle Ken now?" "Sure, Darling, if you'd like, I know he'd like that". Ken and I traded places, his legs opening wide for Ashley to scoot between them as he laid back on the pillows, Ash grabbing and jerking on his cock while smiling and softly laughing, it's hardness and size increasing as she did. "Mommy, it's growing so big!" "Yes, Darling, like I explained to you before, that's what happens with men's penises, when you touch or suck them or put them in your cunny, they get big..." "That's neat-o, Mommy...it looks like Uncle Ken likes it!..." she said as Ken just smiled at her as he rubbed her flat chest with the back of his hand in a gesture of genuine affection. "Yes, he likes it...why don't you suck on it some, like I showed you last week, suck on it like it's a big finger, he'll like it.." "You sure, Mommy?" "Yes, Ashley, I'll like it, I promise you." Ken interjected. Amy moved around the rub Ashley's back and play with her butt some as she leaned forward to suck my uncle-brother's cock, her mouth barely being able to take much more than his head and a little of it's length, as I rolled over closer to Ken, kissing him, putting my hand on my daughter's head as she sucked her first man off, his hand joining mine in an finger-intertwined embrace atop her head as she picked up her sucking pace some. Amy kissing her sweetly down her back and around and on her pussy as Ken and I continued our loving smooch while Ashley managed to take half his length bobbing up and down on it, Ken not being able to stand it any longer spurting a weak gusher in her open mouth, she squealing with delight as Amy and I both encouraged her to swallow it all as best she could. His hard didn't drop a fraction of an inch. Ashley didn't move, continuing a slower lick of it. Amy nuzzled Ash a little, half-asking half-telling her "move over, Ashley, Aunt Amy wants some of that cock, too." My perverted little sister closed Ken's legs up and straddled his pole. My hand caressed her face. She turned to kiss my fingers sliding down the smoothness of her cheek as she slowly began riding him. I didn't mind. Ken and I had done everything either or both of us had wanted to do already, and it's not like, like we like to say, that the rules apply to us anyway. I wasn't jealous at all. Ashley snuggled next to Uncle Ken on the other side of him, watching with fascination. "Is that how men and woman make love, Mommy?" "Yes, Baby, one way among many, but yes, a man's penis goes inside a woman's vagina, that's how a man and a woman make love..." "Neat...can Uncle Ken make love to me, too, Mommy?" she asked sincerely as Amy leaned forward towards us, my free hand cupping a breast as Ashley did similarly with her other one. "No, Darling, you're too young still, it would hurt you if he tried, maybe when you're older and more developed, okay?..." From the inches across the divide of Ken's chest that separated us she shot me a look of real disappointment, like she had been told she couldn't have a favorite toy that she had been wanting. "...but there's lots of things we'll probably do today, me you Aunt Amy and Uncle Ken, you can stay and play with the three of us for the rest of the afternoon before Aunt Amy has to go home, okay?" " 'K, I guess so..." Nudging Ken flatter on the bed, I straddled his face with my crotch so I could face my horny sister Amy. Strange. We had been together sexually for three days now, and this was the first time he had eaten my pussy. I knew he liked to eat pussy from what he told me over the years, but for some reason we had done almost literally everything but this weekend. He gave okay, but not great, head. After ten or fifteen minutes I could tell his tongue was giving out, his pace and force of it weakening. Ashley whispered in my ear that she wanted to take my place. I nodded okay. She mounted his face as I rolled of him, breaking my kisses and gropings of Amy as she continued to ride his cock atop him. Amy and Ash embraced as she and I had done, Ash always loving to fondle and suck on her Aunt's and my tits. That continued for a while before Ashley rolled off him for a second, whispering in my ear "Mommy, you and Aunt Amy suck my cunny a whole lot better than Uncle Ken does..." "I know, Baby, but don't tell him that, don't hurt his feelings, okay?" I whispered back. "Okay, Mommy...Aunt Amy sure does enjoy putting his pee-pee inside her, doesn't she?" "Yes, Honey, she does...Uncle Ken's a great lover, he's much better than most men...he just doesn't suck cunnys all that well, I'm afraid...." we both laughing at that as our whispers drew a mild head roll of Ken to us a couple of feet away on the bed. "Suck Mommy's cunny some, okay, Darling?" "Okay, Mommy". Scooting beside Ken on the bed, my sweet of sweets prostrated herself between my legs, gently frigging my cunt as her tongue found my clit. Doing that, Amy and Ken switched placed, he getting on top of her missionary-style, her mouth and mine and Ken's meeting in a three-way kiss as he made love to her and my Ashley made oral love to me. The pace of his pounding of Amy increased. Ashley smiled at me as I smiled back at her, her easy and practiced eating of me continuing as our four bodies scooted closer and closer to each other in absolute comfort level with each other. Amy came as she grabbed his hips, pulling him deep inside her, lust filling her eyes so full that it overflowed to Ash and me, my hands grasping Ash's face and pulling her head even harder and tighter to my open cunt as she lay between my legs, something I don't normally do because while pleasant and all our mutual sexplay seldom ever gets that hot, with Amy maybe maybe even usually sometimes but seldom if ever with my own daughter, but watching my hypersexual unk-bro fuck my sister silly beside me just blew my cork. "Amy, you've had enough, get off Ken, NOW!" I only half-jokingly barked at her. "No way, Sis, no way...damn you were right...Ken's beyond belief...two hours now and still going like the damn Energizer bunny..." "...and he came to see me, Sis, not you, I only invited you over to have some fun with us, not hog that permanent hard cock of his..." Ken's eyes beginning to cut back and forth at us not sure if we were playing or serious, expecting a catfight to erupt at any second, Ashley giggling between my legs as she stopped her cuntlick of me to watch our floorshow. "Okay...okay...another few minutes with him first?....I gotta go home soon anyway..." " 'K..." Amy rolled over on all fours, nudging Ash out from between my legs, her tongue finding my clit and labia. Ken moved over to her and began slowly fucking from behind, Ashley scooting beside him to rub her Aunt's pussy and play with Ken's cock some as he poked it in and out of Amy. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed my Sister's always-good head. Ken complained that his forty-something knees were beginning to hurt after ten or fifteen minutes, so he picked up his pace and furiously banged Amy to get his big come, we all collapsing together in a pile on the bed. The clock read five twenty-four. "Uncle Ken, thanks..." "...you're welcome, Amy, maybe we can all do this again sometime..." "...sure...thanks again...I'm glad to know you're as kinky as Sis and Ash and I are...I do want some more of that everhard cock next time you're back in town..." "....anytime, Amy, anytime..." "...see ya' Sis, see ya' Ash, bye guys..." she finished as she stretched her body up and out of the bed, retrieving her clothes from a pile in the corner where they had originally landed hours earlier when she first arrived with Ashley before Ken and I got back, she leaning back into us to give us all quick kisses before leaving. That night we called out for take-out pizza, Ashley's favorite, from Bill's Fish Tacos & Pizzas which was just up the block. Steven arrived back from work to see us half-dressed in the living room watching TV and scarfing our pizzas down and immediately headed to his room without so much of a how-do-you-do. Back in my bedroom, I made sweet love to Ken as Ashley watched and touched as wished. Watched a lot, touched some. She asked me, asked us again if Ken couldn't make love to her too, but we again sweetly fussed at her that she was simply too young, that her vagina wasn't nearly developed enough to take his size. She did suck him off a couple of more times as I took my bathroom breaks. Uncle Ken really seemed to enjoy my precious daughter sucking him off as much as he did me, I think. That's okay. It's not like we're normal or anything. Grin. Nine then ten o'clock came and went. Past Ashley's bedtime by two hours, and she also had school the next day. It took another hour of trying to shoo her to bed before she finally gave in, and then I really had to lay down the law with her. I didn't want to deny her her time with her great-uncle or me or us three as a threesome, but she really did need to get some sleep, not like I knew she would sleep much that night. With her off to bed finally, Ken and I began our long-denied lovemaking time together. No major fireworks, no bells, no whistles, just perfectly sweet and easy lovemaking, brother to sister, uncle to niece. The next day waking up early as Steven tramped around stompingly seemingly to wake us up, we showered together and made a little love before breakfast but I could tell things had changed. Hopefully for the better, but things had changed for sure. Instead of staying in bed all day and screwing our brains out further, Ken asked me if I wouldn't like to do something different, anything, just something different. I asked him if we could go trail-busting with rental dune buggies. We drove north on '12 towards Mojave to a trailbike and buggy rental and riding ranch for about half an hour, getting there finding out that they were closed on Mondays. Shit. As we were getting ready to leave, a newish Explorer pulled up to the thick metal cattle gate and a bearded guy opened the padlocks and let himself in. Ken walked up to him and asked if he was the owner, he replying in the affirmative, Ken trying to get to him to rent us a buggy but he not relenting on the fact they were closed. Ken had a look of total disappointment in his eyes. I told him I knew of a special place we could go to. Another twenty minute ride down '12 and cross-country on some washboard roads that were more ruts than roads, the oilpan being bumped hard a couple of times, we came to a dead-end in the road. "Now what?" he asked. "Just trust me...you do trust me, don't you, Ken?" "Of course I trust you, 'Chele..." "Then follow me..." The highing midday desert sun broke sweatbeads on both of us as I guided him past two promontory short-buttes and around and down and up a goat path to where the relatively flat moonscape of the desert opened up to reveal a large dry valley below us. Motioning him over to a ledgy cliff which stuck out over a hundred foot plus drop of the rocky valley floor below us, the far edge of the shallow valley being way off to the distant horizon, sunlight reflected and refracted off the rocks like so many prisms, filling the sky and our eyes with surreal spectra of love and trust and eternity. Putting my arms around his neck, kissing him, he held me close and kissed and hugged me close back. We smiled at each other through our kisses. It felt like the first time we had kissed just four days ago, only better this time. Different, yes, but better. I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock once more to suck on it. Sharp gravels gave notice to me of their presence under the knees of my jeans. I didn't care. His hands gently grasped the sides of my face as he began a slow fuck of my face. My hands pushed his butt closer to me still. Sweat poured down my forehead and face. We didn't have a blanket to make love on. I didn't care. Unbuttoning my denim blouse, I freed my unbra'd tits and fucked his cock between them. He didn't hold back at all as his tit fuck of me continued, my tongue occasionally lapping at his cock too. Kneeling down to kiss the top of my head, a more geyser-like spurt of come splattered on my face, my hand wiping it up and my tongue making a show of licking it off as he looked down at me. In the distance across the canyon, a lone hawk cried a cry of love for it's mate. I knew exactly how she felt. That night, we made snail-love, trying to make love as slow and deliberate as possible all night long, savoring the sensuality of being together more than the raw sexuality of it all. We were two different and unique beings, two among four of our sibling group. No, the rules really didn't apply to us. Our own rules did. Ashley joined us for about half an hour after she did her homework. Ken confessed that he still had a tiny problem or two playing with Ash since she was only six, but after seeing her with me and Amy and all yesterday and seeing how truly well-adjusted and happy she was, that his anger at Mom for sexualizing us at such a young age each and his never stated anger at me for sexualizing Ashley like Mom had done us was basically gone. For the longest while, he and Ashley just held each other in each other's arms on the bed as I smooched them both, loving them both. Then he gave her one more quick lesson on how to jack a man off more properly, she delighting in making him come just by using her hands, before I scooted her off to bed. Then we went back to our slo-mo lovemaking, like only a truly hypersexual man can do with a woman, for the rest of the night. As we kissed good-bye at 7AM that next morning, he having to drive back to San Diego to begin his consulting gig that had allowed him to spend some long-awaited time with me finally after all these fourteen years, his hand sighingly slipped from mine as he turned his back to me heading to his car, he blowing me one last uncle-and-brother kiss as another distant hawk cried her cry again for her mate. -30Send comments to: pdweller@yahoo.com <3rd attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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