Harry Stevens - Wild Naked Family

Looming over Millie, he cocked his right arm. She didn't flinch, she didn't make any move to protect herself. So he slapped her across the face without resistance, raising a glaring welt on her pretty features.

"Is that all the harder you can hit, old man?" she hissed.

He slapped her with his left hand, raising a welt on her other cheekbone.

"That isn't getting your cock into me where it's tightest," Millie challenged.

"This will!" her uncle vowed.

He grabbed her legs, powerfully wrenching them back over her head to jack-knife her naked body. Then he hooked her feet in the grill of the bed frame, hoisting her up by her ankles. "That more like it? Still think I'm playing?" Matt barked.

"I'll believe it when you deliver the goods," Millie answered.

He reached down, yanking apart the cheeks of her hoisted ass. For the first time he saw how the hair from her pussy grew so luxuriously into the crack of her bottom, swirling around the dusky eye of her teenaged shitpit.

"Seen guys on board ship that didn't have asses as hairy as yours, baby girl," Matt laughed.

"When you were fucking them?" Millie taunted.

"Oh, you deserve a whack for that one."

He smacked his niece's ass. Once, twice, first with one hand and then the other, raising the same kind of matching welts on her lower cheeks that he already had on her face.

"I still think you're a fag!" Millie defiantly replied.

"Sure I am," Matt scoffed. "Just like you're a virgin."

Now he reached into the split of her raised ass, grabbing a twist of hair. Then he yanked it, pulling out the rim of the female opening in which the tugged roots were anchored.

"Hurt good, you hairy-assed little bitch?" Matt spat.

"Yes… yes… hurts sooooo gooooood!" Millie squealed, as the brutal pain gave her a flash orgasm to end her game-playing. "Fuck me in the ass! Fuck my hairy ass with your big, strong cock, Uncle Matt!"

Matt grabbed his huge prick like it was a weapon, aiming it at her swollen shitpit and setting his hips. He was Mr. Macho, ready to claim the spoils of battle.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he grunted with a war cry, charging forward.

"Kill me if you can!" Millie screeched as his massive hard-on surged up her ass. "Fuck me to death!"

"Then help me, bitch, help me!"

Millie responded by wriggling her feet out from the bed frame and lowering her legs to scissor them around her uncle's waist. She pulled his goring cock as deep into her asshole as it would go. As usual, anything in her ass went right to her clit, this time like an invisible pair of twisting pliers. She climaxed like it was the last thing she'd ever do.

"If I don't last through this," she joked, "send my body to my mother. Only you'll have to come up with a reason why I'm wearing such a great, big, fucking smile."

"Uh, maybe you'd better leave your mom out of this," Matt said nervously.

"Aw, to hell with that uptight old prune," Millie sneered, seizing the opportunity she'd been waiting for to put down her mother for her uncle's benefit. "Can't stand the old bitch. Know what? I'd cut my throat if I thought I was anything like her."

Always hung up on his sister Betsy, Matt reacted with anger. "Shouldn't be talking about your own mother that way, you little slut!"

"You gonna fuck my ass, old man, or give me a lecture?" Millie snapped.

Matt wasn't playing games this time. When he slapped his niece, it was with cold fury.

"Wonder if mom knows her brother's a boy scout," Millie jeered.

However, in addition to her apparent venom, Millie also squeezed her asshole around her uncle's prick as tight as she could and yanked his cockmeat as hard as possible. Matt was too far gone to resist the incredible friction.

"I'm coming!" Matt helplessly blurted out.

"But you'd rather be doing it in my mom, wouldn't you? That's why you're so hung up on her, isn't it, Uncle Matt, 'cause you've always wanted to fuck her?" Millie sharply asked, her voice like a scalpel, making an incision as she acted out the script she and her mother had written in advance.

"Yes! Yes!" Matt admitted, pushed over the brink by a combination of coming and his niece's power of suggestion. "You're her when she was your age all over again! God… damn… if only she and I could be young again!"

"You'd have fucked her?" Millie asked, firing questions despite the torrent of jizz flooding her bowels from her uncle's spurting cock.

"Yes! Yes!"

"Ah, there's no fool like an old fool," somebody answered, and it sure wasn't Millie.

When he heard that all-too-familiar voice, Matt froze, his cock instantly drying up in his niece's asshole. He looked around-and there she was.

"B-Betsy!" he gasped his sister's name, as she stood in the doorway. "I-I can explain everything."

"You don't have to," Betsy Underwood drawled. "I've already heard and seen enough."

"So," Betsy Underwood said while her brother cringed, "you didn't have the balls to fuck me while we were both still kids but now I walk in on you fucking my daughter."

"Wh-what can I say, Sis?" Matt stammered.

"The truth, Uncle Matt," Millie coaxed. "Just tell mom the truth."

"Well, you heard her," Betsy said. "You already fucked Millie, so now why don't you listen to her? Give me the truth, Matt, the God's honest truth."

Matt took a deep breath. "I-I just couldn't keep my hands off your little girl, Sis… and maybe that was wrong. But, all those years ago, when you wanted it so much and I ran away… maybe that was wrong, too."

He paused, taking an even deeper breath.

"Christ," he muttered, "I'm so fucking confused about what's wrong and what's right after this, I don't know what the truth is anymore."

Millie spoke up again, gently prodding her mixed-up uncle. "Don't know what they said when you two were kids, but these days it's simple. No more of that old-fashioned crap about what's right and wrong. Just boils down to one thing. The only mile that matters… is if it feels good, do it!"

Caught between the past and present, Matt looked yearningly at his sister.

"Like I said before, listen to Millie," Betsy calmly answered.

"Be honest, Uncle Matt. If you had it to do all over again, would you still fuck me?" Millie asked.

"Yes," Matt admitted with a gulp.

"Then what about mom?" Millie continued. "If you had another chance, would you go ahead this time and fuck her?"

Matt looked at his sister long and hard, then finally, as if his neck were stiff, he warily nodded. However, the real essence of his response could be seen in the other part of his body that had stiffened for his cock had become totally rigid again.

"And," Millie said, "if mom took you up on it right here and now?"

Matt couldn't answer, for he was speechless as he watched his sister doing just that-taking him up on it right here and now. What other reason could Betsy have for beginning to strip before his popping eyes?

"Yes, brother dear," she purred as her blouse dropped down her slender shoulders to reveal her bare tits, "this time there's nowhere for you to run. You're too old to join the Navy, and…"

Betsy's voice trailed off into a chuckle as she gestured toward the door. Millie was suddenly there, blocking the only exit so Matt was trapped in the bedroom.

"There's no way out of here."

Now Betsy briefly fussed with her skirt and made it fall. All she wore then was a pair of panties. They gave her a more striking appearance than if she'd been stark naked, not because they were so lacy and skimpy, but because they were a throwback to the earliest era of her shared youth with her brother.

"Girls don't wear these anymore," Betsy said of the white cotton briefs which hugged her loins, a telltale shadow at their crotch. "But they turned you on plenty in the old days, didn't they, Matt? Seems to me I remember more that a few pairs of mine missing when I was just around Millie's age."