Harry Stevens - Incest daughter

Ken thought about that drink again and vigorously shook his head. For once in his life, he was glad he was sober.

Finding his pants, he clumsily struggled into them as he backed into the darkness. Panic had set in.

There was no time to say goodbye, just to get away. Circling his sister's house, Ken broke into a sprint, running like a thief from what he had done.

Alone with her lingering climax, Vicki didn't know for several minutes she had been abandoned. It was only after she had finally stopped working her cunt that she called for her uncle. When there was no answer, she was too tired to figure out what had happened to him.

"Maybe it was all a dream," she sighed, her sudden fatigue smothering her like a velvet blanket.

Curling up in a ball, Vicki let go of her consciousness. As the darkness of her mind replaced the darkness of the night, she lost all track of the line between fact and fantasy and blissfully slept.

About three o'clock in the morning, a north wind started to blow. Its cold fingers grabbed hold of Vicki's inked body and shook her awake.

"Wh-what am I d-doing out here?" She shivered as she looked around the dark yard.

She struggled to her feet, trying to remember. The wind gusted again, driving the cobwebs from her mind. "Uncle Ken," she muttered, a sharp twinge in her cunt.

She put her hand between her legs and felt the stale cum that crusted her crotch. Suddenly her pussy ached.

"Uncle Ken fucked me," she whispered as if she were afraid someone would overhear. "And I came."

Vicki weaved across the yard. However, when she reached the back door of the house, she stopped short. Lights were still on inside. She could hear drunken laughter. Her parents' New Year's Eve party was still going on.

"They're probably too smashed to notice I've been missing," she reasoned. "If only I could get to my room without anybody seeing me, nobody would know the difference."

But a glance through the kitchen window quickly convinced Vicki that it wasn't that easy. Her mother was standing in front of the stove with an apron on, scrambling eggs for the last of the partygoers. Vicki concluded there was no way she could sneak through the house without being noticed.

In the meantime, the early morning cold was eating into her bones. At this point all Vicki wanted was someplace to hide against the wind.

The garage seemed the best place to go. Maybe she could find a sleeping bag in the family camping gear. Then she could curl up and sneak into the house later. The rear of the family stationwagon was roomy enough, almost as good as a bed when the seats were down.

Vicki slipped into the garage, relieved to have a place where she could. Be alone. She needed to think.

What did it mean, she wondered, when her brother and now her Uncle Ken had been able to make her come so easily? She had been so certain before the holidays that her father was the only one who could take her to the heights and the evidence to the contrary made her feel guilty.

Deep in thought, Vicki was running her hand along the wail, searching for the light switch, before she realized she was not alone. The rating and the murmurs had probably been going on all along. She had just not noticed them until they were too loud to ignore.

At first Vicki assumed it was Mitzi, the family cat. Mitzi had been getting awfully fat lately and it was always possible she had had another litter of kittens.

Then, just before she would have turned on the light and tipped off her presence, Vicki recognized a familiar voice drifting from the back of the stationwagon and froze.

"Oooooh," her Aunt Peggy moaned, "do it to me some more. It feels so good."

Vicki stared at the stationwagon, afraid to peer through the window. Then she caught a glimpse in the rear view mirror of what was happening inside and realized that she had to get a clearer look.

Aunt Peggy was in the rear of the stationwagon. Even in the limited space of the mirror, through the gloom of the unlighted garage, Vicki saw the unmistakable flash of bare flesh.

Vicki knelt by the side of the car, lifting her eyes just up past the bottom of a window. If she was careful, in the dark garage she could see without being seen.

Vicki had never seen her beautiful aunt with no clothes on. She had that opportunity now.

Peggy was sprawled in the back of the stationwagon, propped upon her elbows. She was completely naked, her knees up. A man had his head between her spread thighs. He was eating her cunt.

"Use your tongue." Peggy urged her lover. "Wiggle, it around inside my pussy. I'm so hot I'll come in your mouth."

Vicki was hypnotized by what she saw. Even though her Uncle Ken had strongly hinted that her aunt played around on the side, Vicki was nonetheless shocked by the reality of it. Concentrating entirely on the gorgeous aunt whom she had admired since she was a little girl, Vicki didn't even ask herself at this point who the man eating Peggy's cunt might be.

"Mmmmm… aaahhh!" Peggy groaned, then rasped. "I'm getting there! Give me all of your tongue!"

Even outside the car, Vicki could clearly hear the wet sound of tongue inside pussy. Her own cunt tingled as she listened to the moist slurping.

"Oooooh!" Peggy squealed, falling flat on her back and squirming on her ass.

"She's coming," Vicki silently whispered to herself. "God, it's so beautiful."

As she watched her aunt climax, Vicki realized she was fingering her own pussy…

"Don't stop tonguing me," Peggy murmured inside the car, clasping her lover's head with her strong thighs. "I've waited all night to come like this."

Peggy was so tuned-on that she grubbed her tits. They were large mounds of creamy flesh, clearly firm but still soft enough for gouging sink, into than. The nipples were miniature red cones, vivid even in the murky interim of the stationwagon.

Wanting her voluptuous aunt getting off, Vicki felt like a scrawny kid. She had always admired her gorgeous aunt, but now she experienced a feeling approaching worship.

Vicki rubbed her own tits. They seemed so puny in comparison to her aunt's rounded tits.

In the car, Peggy was winding don from her climax. The unknown man sucking in pussy was slurping more slowly now.

"Mmmmm, that was wonderful," Peggy eventually sighed. "I really needed that. What a way to start the New Year."

The man peered up from the well of Peggy's crotch, showing his forehead and eyes. Still spying, Vicki realized she was about to find out who her aunt's lover was.

"I thought we'd never slip away from the party," he said, and Vicki gulped with a shock of recognition.

"Better late than never." Peggy laughed, running her long fingers through her lover's bushy brown hair. "How's your cock holding up? I checked out your crotch about ten o'clock and had to bite my lip to keep from breaking up. You had a hard-on even that early."

"Yeah, I had to sneak into the john and run cold water over it." Burt Wallace said, "My balls are sore as hell. What we used to call 'lover's nuts' when I was a kid."

"DAD!" Vicki mentally screamed at her father.

"Lover's nuts, eh?" Peggy chuckled at her brother-in-law's predicament. "When I was growing up, the boys used to call it 'blue balls'. I used to picture the guys who used to make out with me going home with their balls looking like Easter eggs."

"I always suspected you were a prick-teaser," Burt Wallace said.

"Could be," Peggy said dryly, then grinned. "But times change, and so do people. Especially proper young girls who grew up in the uptight fifties. I'll give you a demonstration of how far I've come, if you'd like."

"Right on!"

With her heart pounding, a stunned Vicki watched her horny father crawl out from between her aunt's legs and display his stiff cock and twitching balls. He beamed as Peggy reached out and stroked his prick and balls.