Harry Stevens - Incest daughter

"You make it sound so simple, Aunt Peggy."

"It is." Peggy grinned. "When you know what you're doing."

Vicki sighed with contentment. It was so reassuring to know that she had come to the right place. Troubled when she had walked through her aunt's door, she now would have willingly placed her life in Peggy's hands.

"Mind if I bend your car a little, Aunt Peggy?" Vicki asked.

"Why not? I listen as good as I fuck."

And so Vicki started talking. For the first time another person shared the bizarre details of the incestuous course her life had taken during the last several weeks.

"So that's the story," Vicki said, after telling her aunt everything. "When I came here I thought all I wanted was to get Daddy back. Now it all seems so complicated."

"I'm so glad you opened up – in more ways than one," Peggy said sympathetically.

"But I'm so mixed up, Aunt Peggy. The more I find out about myself, the more confused I get. What is it I really want?"

"Only you can answer that question, Vicki."

"It's so hard."

"Try. Come on, Vicki, tell me how you really want things to be."

"Well, I guess I wish people understood, Aunt Peggy," Vicki answered. "Right now you're the only one, and I can't keep running to you every time I have a problem."

"Go on, baby," Peggy urged.

"Like, for instance, everybody expects me to love Daddy, right? But if I really want to show that love in the best way I know how, by fucking him, I have to keep it a secret. As if there were something unnatural about the way I feel toward my father."

"Did it ever occur to you, Vicki," Peggy said knowingly, "that you aren't the only one in the family who has these feelings?"

"What are you getting at, Aunt Peggy?"

"I could tell you a little story about your mother and your Uncle Ken that might convince you you're not as alone as you think."

"Mom, and her own brother?" Vicki gasped, stunned. "They-they've fucked? I don't believe it."

Peggy nodded.

"It only happened once," she said. "When they were both teenagers. Your mother got pregnant and had to have an abortion. Neither Marsha nor Ken has ever gotten over it. That's why Ken drinks so much."

"H-how do you know?"

"Ken told me the night we were married. He got blind drunk on our honeymoon. And he's been getting smashed ever since because of the same thing. I tried at first to help him, but it was no use. That's why I started going my own way. I realized that I had my own life to live and there was only one person who could straighten Ken out."

"Mom?"

"Exactly," Peggy said with certainty. "You might be surprised how much understanding you'd get from your mom if you could ever get those two back together again. In fact, I've been thinking about ways to bring it off for years. For Ken's sake. After all, he is my husband and I want what's best for him."

Vicki let her aunt's astounding news sink in.

"Are… you trying to tell me," she said haltingly, "that if we could get Mom and Uncle Ken to start fucking again, everything would fall into place?"

"Something like that. It's worth a try, isn't it?"

Vicki was forced to nod in agreement.

"This could be a beautiful family. Full of love," Peggy resumed, "if only we could wake them up to how they really feel about each other. All the guilt would just melt away. But it all starts with your mom and Ken."

As the conversation continued, Vicki became increasingly comfortable with her aunt's analysis of the situation. As the talk grew franker, a bold plan developed.

Vicki's uncle and mother didn't know it yet, but the fire of their brother-sister romance was about to be rekindled.

"I'll let you know when Ken shows-up from his latest binge. If things work out, I guarantee you it'll be his last," Peggy confidently told Vicki. "You just produce your mom when I give the word. Between the two of us, we'll get them fucking."

Vicki knew it was crazy. But it all made so much sense.

A couple of days later when the call came from her aunt, Vicki approached her mother with the message that her brother wanted to see her.

"Aunt Peggy says it's real important, Mom," Vicki said. "Uncle Ken is out of his head. He's seeing things. Aunt Peggy's afraid he might do something drastic unless you talk some sense into him. He keeps saying your name over and over."

"He's a lush, pure and simple," Marsha Wallace replied to her daughter. "I wash my hands of him."

"But he's your own brother, Mom," Vicki pleaded. "You have to go. You love him."

Mrs. Wallace muttered something, but Vicki pretended to ignore it as she got her mother's coat and the car keys.

"Please, Mom," Vicki wheedled.

"Oh, all right," her mother answered. "But I'm going to tell that bum just what I think of him."

When Vicki and her mother arrived at Peggy's and Ken's apartment, Peggy came to the door. Her face looked drawn as she thanked her sister-in-law for coming and told her that her brother was in the bedroom. However, when Marsha Wallace went to Ken, Peggy winked at Vicki to let her niece know that everything was going as planned so far.

"How's Uncle Ken!" Vicki whispered to her aunt.

"He's asleep," Peggy whispered back. "But his cock's wide-awake. I just sucked it for ten minutes straight. When your mom walks into that bedroom, she'll run into the biggest hard-on she's ever seen. It's sticking out of his pajamas like a flagpole."

"But if Mom thinks we're here she won't do anything."

"That's simple," Peggy said, then called loudly to her sister-in-law: "Marsha, Vicki and I are going out for coffee. Just do your best to talk some sense into Ken's head."

Peggy opened the door and slammed it. But, standing in anxious silence, neither she nor Vicki budged from the apartment.

Hopefully, they listened.

"Oh, my God!" Marsha Wallace blurted.

Then there was only the sound of her heavy breathing, drifting clearly all the way from the bedroom. Followed by a moan: "Oooooh, Ken, look at you!"

"She's hooked," Peggy whispered to Vicki.

"Let's get a better look," Vicki suggested under her breath.

Aunt and niece crept toward the slightly ajar bedroom door. As they, did so, Marsha Wallace started murmuring.

"What a beautiful cock!" she sighed to her sleeping brother. "The biggest cock I've ever seen. Still, after all these years." Her voice caught on the snag of the past. "I'll never fuck another man without closing my eyes and imagining it's you, Ken. Why did you have to be my brother. We could have been so happy."

When Vicki and her aunt peered through the crack in the door, Vicki's mother was kneeling by the side of the bed, fondling her brother's cock and balls.

"Suck… my… prick," Ken sleepily responded to the stimulation, talking to someone he thought existed in a dream.

"I-I can't," Marsha Wallace stammered. "I-I'm your sister. It's wrong."

"It's all right," Ken answered. "I'm just dreaming you're here. No one will ever know. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it all the way down to my balls. The way you did, Sis… that wonderful… so long ago."

"Twenty-five years ago," Marsha Wallace sighed.

"You were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. My sister. God, I loved you, Marsha. God, I still do."

"I love you, too, Kenny!" Marsha blurted uncontrollably.

As she clung to her brother's throbbing hard-on, Marsha's trembling lips dipped nearer and nearer to suck Ken's prick.

"I want to fuck your mouth, Marsha," Ken rasped in his sleep. "Come down your throat. It's just a dream. How can it hurt anyone?"

"Oh, yes. Kenny, yes, I'll suck your cock!" Marsha gave in with a gush. "And drink your cum. You've just got to promise me one thing."

"Anything, Sis."

"You'll fuck we afterward."