John Kellerman - Incest family

"I'd like to really take you on a pleasure trip," he said, rubbing her breast as he drove. Alice didn't want him to get intimate again but when he eased the edge of her halter top down so he could rub her nipple, she let him. As exhausted as she was from her recent come, the gentle friction felt good. She relaxed some and leaned against the warmth of her uncle's body. "I'd like to eat you alive," he sighed. "You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

"I-I think so." She blushed in the darkness of the car. Of course she knew what he was talking about. She'd heard stories from friends. Made up stories, she thought. About how some men liked to do things like that to women. They put their mouths against the girl where her pussy was. Alice wasn't sure what happened then. But the idea of something soft and wet like a man's tongue sliding against her pussy made her tremble. Mitch felt the tremble.

"Wouldn't you like to feel my tongue going into your hole?"

"Uncle Mitch, please don't talk about that!" She tried to pull away from him but he kept her trapped against his side.

"I could do it real slow. I could lick the edges of your pussy until you cried and squirmed on the tied. I'd have your thighs spread apart so that you were all peeled open like some gorgeous flower. God, I'll bet your pussy is something to look at."

Her uncle's words were making her hot again. But they were disturbing her too. She squirmed in the deep cushions of the Cadillac.

"I love a girl who doesn't wear panties," he went on.

"Usually I do," she said quickly.

"But tonight you knew you were going somewhere with your good old Uncle Mitch," he laughed. She saw that he was still a little drunk.

"That's not true. I mean I…" He slowed the car and pulled her face up to kiss. "Mitch, watch where you're going!"

She sat back and looked out the side window and listened to the smooth hum of the big car, the wind at the windows. Mitch let her alone for the rest of the way. When they pulled into the tree-lined drive of the house, Alice could see the moon glinting off the water of the lake. She was already trying to think of what to say in case she ran into Margaret. She felt like a criminal sneaking in after a successful crime.

"Don't worry about anything," Mitch said, reading her mind. "Margaret wouldn't suspect you of anything."

"I think I'll just go right to bed," she said, leaping from the car almost before it stopped. Mitch reached after her but she jogged up the lawn and into the kitchen entrance. She saw Lee's car parked at the side of the house. He was in the kitchen fixing a sandwich as she hurried through.

"Hey, how's it going Alice?" he smiled. He was shirtless and barefoot. She could see the familiar lines of his belly, the few sprigs of cockhair that curled up from under his belt.

"Good night."

"Want to watch some television?" he asked, coming towards her. "There's a good movie on."

"No thanks, I'm pretty wasted."

Alice went up the steps two at a time. She wondered what Lee had in mind. She knew it would be something besides television before the night was over. That's why she wanted to get to the safety of her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and stripped off her clothes. She was marked with the hot cum that had spurted from her uncle's cock.

"How could I have done such a thing?" she asked herself. She ran a bath and got in. The water had a soothing effect and she tried not to think of what had happened in the darkened booth with her uncle. It was almost unbelievable. It was incest. It was everything wrong and nothing right. But the memory did other things to her too. She was tingling with the thought of the way his cock had felt as the jizz had fountained from the tip. She hadn't thought about it much but remembered how it had jerked in her palm. She'd felt the thick curds forcing up through that tube. She soaped a rag quickly and ran it across her big breasts as if to wipe away her guilt.

"Oh, God, it felt good to have him touching me," she moaned as she washed her pussy as quickly and lightly as she could. Alice was afraid that too much touching would make her want to play with herself again. She used the towel roughly as she dried. She wanted to stop thinking, thinking, and thinking. But it was no use. She couldn't resist having a look at what had been done to her body. She found the hand mirror and closed the lid of the toilet so she could sit down. Then she parted her freshly bathed thighs and held the mirror down as she pried the still swollen labia apart. She could see her clit and the reddened surrounding flesh.

"Wow!" She blinked and stared harder. "There sure is a little hole there now. It's bigger than it ever was when I used to fingerfuck myself."

It was awful to be doing things like this, but Alice licked her thumb thoroughly and pressed it down between her inner lips. Her thumb was about the same size as Uncle Mitch's middle finger. She pressed against the stretched opening in her hymen and watched her digit slip out of sight. It went in with a smooth sucking noise and the shivery glow of pleasure came within seconds. It was good, but not as good as when Mitch had done it.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes. "Mitch, do it some more!" She pulled her thumb out and pushed it in again. But the bathroom was so bright. And the toilet was so hard and cold. She washed her thumb in the basin and padded into her room to find a nightie. She chose a short gown and just left the bottoms in her drawer. She knew that as soon as the lights were off she'd have to touch herself. So why pretend otherwise. She gave one last glance at her blonde hair and pert, upturned nose and jumped in bed.

In the darkness her thoughts tumbled one over the other. She imagined what Mitch's cock looked like. She remembered the hot sap flooding down over that head. That knobbed, blood-heated head. God, to have something like that up inside her! She shook these thoughts away and eased a finger down her belly until she could hook it under her mound. The downy curls parted and she began to gently massage her clit.

"Uhhh. Yuhhhh," she groaned, pumping her ass up and down on the mattress. Her legs parted and she pointed and spread her toes apart as she worked herself up into a slick lather. "Ohhhh, why does it feel so good? Why?"

Though Betty had somehow kept her personal life very private, she wondered how long she could hide the maddening lust she felt for her cousin, Billy Mathews. Since Billy and his sister had come to stay with them, Betty had been in a state of high nervousness. She'd pretended to be aloof from anything so base as desire for her younger cousin. After all she'd been to college, she'd been in the Peace Corps for a couple of years. She'd moved in larger circles, done grander things. Billy was just a kid really. Well, he was nineteen. Not exactly a kid. And by the way his jeans fit him, he wasn't built like a kid either.

"Damn," she breathed to herself. She'd awakened late on this Saturday morning and sensed that the house was empty. She remembered that her folks had planned to go the short distance into town for some shipping and had recalled also that her cousin Alice was going too. Betty's brother Lee would be down at the lake most likely. And Billy would probably be with him. That meant she could do some thorough detective work without being disturbed.

As she brushed out her red hair before the minor, Betty frowned at her reflection. She was standing there with only a pair of skimpy panties on to cover the red thatch of cunt hair that warmed the plump lips of her pussy. She'd never really been worried about her body before Alice had appeared on the scene. Alice was such a little fool. So coy and teasing and self-conscious. Betty guessed that she didn't know the first thing about fucking. But she had a model's figure. That was more than Betty had inherited.