Incest

The day had started out like any other day. When he awoke,
Bill heard a mockingbirds familiar “thweet-thweet” in the tree
just outside their bedroom. He looked down at the covers, which
were all bunched up at the foot of the bed. He looked at his
legs and noticed that his pajama bottoms were missing. He didn’t
remember taking them off, but it had been warm last night, so
he shrugged it off to removing them while half asleep. His boxers
were still there, but they had been lowered, probably when he
took off the PJ’s.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and plopped his feet
down hard on the floor. He looked at the clock, which read 10 am.
Since it was Saturday, he didn’t really care if he got out of bed
or not today, but he needed to mow the lawn and do some other
chores , and he knew they would never get done unless he got up.

Betty was missing from the bed, but the smell of bacon told him
where she was at. He went in the bathroom and primped himself
a little. Just a quick combing and rinsing his face- nothing special.
He didn’t need to groom up on a Saturday after all. (more…)

When my older brother got married and moved out, my room got very roomy.

As I began to grow, I learned all these things were normal and I slowly inured to the new concept of being an only child, at home.

Jason started a family immediately (I think he married because his girl was carrying his baby) and before I was even seven, I was an uncle.

I saw very little of my brother after that, except at cookouts and the like, and it suited me just fine because every time we got together, I got stuck watching his little Lisa, everybody’s bundle of joy.

Except Lisa had to be the center of attention, wherever she was. She hated me for being able to ignore her so very easily. She got me in trouble over nothing many times, just to show me that she COULD!

Unfortunately, my early experiences with Lisa were my very first interpersonal female exchanges, and it left me with a complex: I not only disliked females (as many boys do), but I distrusted them, as well.

My mother knew how sexually active Jason had been and what it might have cost him in the long run, so she let me dangle in the darkness of na’veté with regard to sex. I was never told the facts of life.

Sports was always big at home. Jason was All-State in three sports and I vowed to match him.

All except football, I would have, but I liked soccer better and the two sports had conflicting schedules, so I played that, instead.

It turns out that football players see the most high school pussy, but since I had nothing to do with females, it was a fair trade off… almost! (more…)

Tracy was somewhat of a throwback for her age. Having just turned sixteen she was a young girl living in the age of the new millennium but with a fondness for the retro fashion and lifestyle of the 70’s. Her hair the color of summer wheat spilled to her shoulders with braided plaits that she wove around her head as if it were a halo. Tracy’s eyes were a hypnotic blue that glimmered like chips of Arctic ice.

Even her taste in music reflected the feel of a time when freedom and love were evident in the songs that filled the airwaves. Tracy’s favorite was Neil Young’s “Cinnamon Girl”, one that she was now listening to on her CD player as she dressed for the trip with her father.

Sliding into her faded hip hugging jean shorts and tie-dyed halter top she checked the bead and rawhide bracelets she wore on her slender ankles and wrists. Tracy’s was going to visit her mother in Louisiana for two weeks as part of her parents visitation agreement resulting from their divorce three years earlier. (more…)

In some ways I have been very lucky. I have loved and been loved by two of the kindest, funniest, most beautiful women god has ever put on this earth. To have it happen once would be enough for any man. But to have it happen twice… I know I don’t deserve it. I met my wife when we were both five years old; she lived next door to me and we were the only kids our age in the neighborhood. Beth was a beautiful, blonde, blue eyed tomboy. We were inseparable. Not only was she my best friend, for many years she was my ONLY friend. When she was 8 years old Beth told me that I was going to marry her someday. I laughed and told her that I was never getting married. Things started to change when we went to Jr. High. One day after school she invited me to the Sadie Hawkins dance. I turned her down. She cried and ran away. I had never made her cry like that before, and I did not like it. The next day I went to her house and said I would go with her. She coolly informed me that she had already asked Ronald Sloptvik — an 8th grader, and that since he had said yes he was her boyfriend now. I remember clearly how angry I was at her, perhaps even more so because I did not know how to put it into words. She did not belong with dumb old Ronald… she belonged to me! “Beth I am sorry, Please forgive me. He can’t be your boyfriend, I am. We are supposed to get married,” I said in desperation. (more…)

Ice storms are among the most unpleasant of natural phenomena, but I will be eternally grateful for a particular one which hit at precisely the right time and changed my life (and my Mom’s) forever.

I was in my first year in college in a neighboring state, about a 4-hour drive from home–that is, under normal circumstances. I had had a great first quarter, doing well academically and (more important for a horny teenager) with the girls. I had been something of a nerd in high school and had really been out of things socially. In fact (I might as well admit it), I was an 18-year-old virgin when I arrived at college. I quickly discovered that my brain was not a handicap here; instead, it made me a sought-after person. Within a month I had lost my virginity, in an awkward, not totally satisfying manner. Then, however, I had a great stroke of luck when an experienced junior girl decided to take me under her wing (and between her legs), and this generous and talented gal taught me a tremendous amount about sex in the next few weeks. Talk about a real education! Also this girl, Jennifer, built up my rather timid ego by telling me that my cock was much bigger than average, and that I was becoming a terrific lover. (more…)

With the knock at the door, Doug said, “That’s Eddie. Come here, baby.” Doug pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. Be safe. I’ll see you in a week.” Suzy leaned in for another quick kiss.

“Ben? “Doug called. “Where is that boy?”

Ben appeared from around the corner. “Right here, Dad.”

After a hug goodbye, Doug said, “Now take care of your Mother while I’m gone. Do as she says, o.k.?”

Ben smiled broadly as he looked at his Mom. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Mom.” Suzy beamed at her young son.

“O.k., I’ve got to go.” Doug opened the door, greeted Eddie and headed for the car. Ben and Suzy stood in the doorway, arm in arm as they watched the two men put their suitcases in the trunk. They smiled and waved, climbing into the car.

As Ben waved goodbye with his right hand, his left hand slipped down low and patted Suzy gently on her ass. He whispered, “I’ll take good care of you, Mommy.” (more…)

This happened a year and a few days since my first sexual act with uncle mike. The weekend is coming up, and my mom & step dad had to go away. There marriage needed some spicing up. Robbie went away with his class on a trip to boston. (That is a state in the u.s.a.). my parents didn’t want to leave me home alone, so they asked Mike if I could spend the weekend. My evil step dad didn’t want him to sleep in his bed. He didn’t care if I had to sleep on the couch.

The first thing I did when they stopped by mikes house was I turened on his tv. He had a huge tv. His house is huge. His house is a hell of a lot better than our house at the time. Every thing is brand new and shiny. He didn’t have a Nintendo though. He had a Nintendo 64, a play station and a sega staturn. He was a huge video game addict. I wanted my step dad to buy me 1 of those systems, but he said it was too expensive. I poped in my fav. play station game (twisted metal) and started playing while mom, step dad, and mike was in the kitchen. My mom went back out to the car, but my step dad was still in the house. He came up to me and complained about me playing something without asking first. Mike said “It’s okay, Amy can play with any thing of mine.” I think he really ment to be sneakey. My step dad said “she better not think she can play with my stuff when she gets home.” I never wanted to play with his stuff lol. (more…)

I am now in a position that many people would envy. My problem is I don’t really know how to handle it. If you’ve been following my tale you know that I all but raped my Mom and then became her Lover. My older sister has now been added to the mix and is my Lover also. AND they know about each other!
While I had engaged in sex before Mom and I became Lovers, it was more of a Wham, Bam type. Very little feelings involved. Get on, get in, get off, get out! Mom has been teaching me how to please my partner, how to be loving and make love, not just fuck. My sister Lydia seems to have enjoyed all that I have learned to this point but… Where do I go from here? Will Mom be jealous if I keep making love to Lyd? Will Lyd be jealous if I keep making love to Mom? I don’t know if I can handle both of them but I’d like to continue with both for as long as I’m able. (more…)

As Becky sat on the edge of her bed remembering what she and her son had done with each other the night before she heard a soft knocking on her door. She looked up to see Cindy standing there looking at her.

“Hi. Mom. You OK?”

“Hi. Yes, Cindy. I’m fine. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I just got home.”

Cindy walked across the room and sat down on the bed next to her mother. Becky looked over at her daughter and smiled but didn’t say anything. Her mind was still focused on thoughts about her son… her new lover. Her whole body seemed to still be tingling from what they had done in this very bed just a few hours earlier.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mom? You seemed kind of pre-occupied.”

“I guess I am, but I’m Ok. I just have a few things on my mind, that’s all.”

“Hmmmm. Well maybe I can help you relax a bit.”

Cindy moved around on the bed until she was kneeling behind her mother. She began to softly massage Becky’s neck.

“How’s that, Mom?”

“Yes. That feels good, Cindy… hmmmm… yes, that’s very good.”

Becky’s mind started to drift as her daughter’s massage soothed her muscles. She noticed that Cindy seemed to be dressed rather sexily. She had on an extremely tight pair of short shorts and her shirt was unbuttoned, just tied under her breast line. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She also had on a pair of knee boots. She looked very attractive, very alluring, but Becky thought it was an odd way for Cindy to be dressed, especially at home early in the afternoon. Cindy’s massage had moved over to Becky’s shoulders and worked partway down her back and along her sides. Just about this time, Becky caught a whiff of her daughter’s perfume. She found it very pleasing and strangely arousing. (more…)

Most people would think it was odd for a boy to be ramming his big hard prick into his little sister’s sopping pussy until he fountained his sperm into her unprotected womb.

But I didn’t.

You see, I was that sister. Let me tell you the story, and then maybe you’ll understand.

In 1954 our parents lived on a small farm in Wyoming, and our closest neighbors were 40 miles away. Daddy raised horses and sheep. Momma kept some chickens and a huge garden that produced most of the food we ate all year long. We also had a milk cow and there were wild cattle around. Daddy said they were left over from the wild west days. Every once in a while he’d shoot one and drag it in with a team of horses and we’d butcher it. Our days were full of making that farm work.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that our family was the whole world to Bobby and me. We were home schooled and, other than visitors who came to the farm, we never saw another soul. I didn’t even know such a thing as TV existed until I was seventeen and went on a trip to visit my Aunt Betty and Uncle Bob, who my brother was named after. (more…)

My daughter shoved me back against the wall of the dining room so roughly that a framed picture fell to the floor breaking the glass.

“Diana… ?” What?

She grabbed at my throat with one hand, holding me against the wall. I simply stood there stunned, staring at her. Her eyes were cold, emotionless - foreign.

“I thought you liked it rough mother?”

“What… ?” Her other hand came around in an arch and slapped my cheek - hard. Too stunned to even talk, I simply stood there silent and still.

Then those wide brown eyes slowly travelled down my body, in a way that caused me to shiver with fear. Only one other person looks at me like that… ?

“Oh god!” I groaned.

Her gaze returned to my own and we silently looked deeply into each others eyes.

She had only returned home from college late last night - and we barely saw each other till I returned home, just now, from work. I had arrived in a great mood - throwing my jacket, boots and purse into the closet while I yelled out that I was home. Diana came down the stairs silently, slowly, her gaze strangely cold. I barely noticed but started to the kitchen asking as I went, “Pasta and salad fine for supper honey?” My daughter suddenly grabbed my shoulders from behind me just as I was passing through the dining room and spun me about before shoving me against the wall.

I had no idea what was going on but her alien actions had stunned me with fear, the wall forcing the air from my lungs.

The same hand that had hit my face slowly came up and stroked my cheek lightly - tenderly. A small malicious smile came to my daughters lips. Those eyes stayed the same though, cold.

“Why did you pick that slut over dad, mother?” (more…)

Rob came home from school a little earlier than expected this afternoon. I guess it was just too beautiful a day for him to spend another hour studying frogs in biology. I had my closet door open and was using the full length mirror inside the closet to check out one of my new swim suits. When he walked by my room, I was looking over my shoulder at my ass in the mirror which caused me to stick out my ass in the most provocative way. From the door to my room, Rob had the greatest view. “Checking yourself out, Sis?” he taunted.

After I settled down from his startling hello, I looked at him and suddenly had an idea. “What’s the look for?” he asked.

“Do you have the ability to be mature about something?”

Oh no! He started to leave. I keep forgetting how much he hates being reminded that I’m 13 months older. “No, wait! Sorry about that. It’s just that this could be embarrassing. I’m going to the beach tomorrow and I want to look good. I was wondering if you could give me a guy’s opinion on some of my new suits?” I showed him the bag of new swim wear I had just bought.

“Sure, if you want. Who’re ya trying to impress?” (more…)

Steve Carlson awoke from a deep slumber when he heard a noise in his bedroom. He sat bolt upright and peered into the darkened room.

The 16 year old boy was pissed. Who would be disturbing his slumber in the middle of the night?

He had been having another wet dream about fucking his hot mother, Helen Carlson, when he’d been rudely interrupted by a distrubance in the room.

In his dream, his mother desired him badly and had offered herself tp her young son. And she was obeying his every whim. It had been a very vivid and real dream and Steve had awoken with an aching erection.

The door to his bedroom opened slowly and Steve was surprised to see his mother enter the room. Helen came into her son’s bedroom and closed the door behind her. The 36 year old woman approached her son’s bed and turned on the small table lamp by the bed to shed some light into the room.

Helen stood at the side of Steve’s bed and silently studied her son’s teenage body. The boy was shocked my his mother’s actions. His mother had short brown hair that fell to her shoulders and had an incredible figure. (more…)

Thad had always loved his parents’ little lake house. It gave him such a pleasant change of pace from the city life he had to endure. (That’s where his father worked because that’s where the money was!)

The post war couple that his parents were, coupled with the above median income level they enjoyed, gave Thad a little edge over other not-so-well-off city kids.

Near a secluded lake in upstate New York, Thad’s parents bought into a small development along with relatives on his mother’s side.

His father got along well with his in-laws, and he would’ve invited HIS siblings in on the private lake community deal, but he lost his only brother to the war, and he had no sisters.

Braving the weekend traffic, they’d all head upstate for a relaxing weekend of partying while the children looked forward to their weekly frolics.

Thad grew up with several cousins, mostly boys in the same age bracket, which made it easy on them as they had instant friends up at the lake. (more…)

Chapter 1: Visiting cousion. (this first chapter is true)
I was pissed at my Uncle Mike. He remarried when I was nine years old. I tired playing with him some more, but Mike said it wasn’t right for such a young girl to be pleasuring such an older man. He cut me off cold turkey.

My 14 year old cousion Jennifer (Jen) was coming for a visit. Her parents were off to London again, and Jen didn‘t want to go with them.. I was starting to become attractive to Jen, Hell I was becoming attractive to any thing at this point. My parents would let Jen sleep in my bed, and I would sleep on the floor with a sleeping bag, whenever she visited.

“I don’t want to sleep on the floor every night!” I yelled at my mom and step dad when I found out she was coming for a visit.

“You always complain that we don’t take you camping, so just enjoy it.” My step dad said.

“I don’t want to camp for a whole month, and I it is my bed and I want it.”

My mom then said “the month will go by so quickly, so please just bear with it for a while.”

The next day Aunt Jen, and Uncle Steve came by with Jen. I haven’t seen Jen for close to a year before that day. I was stunned by her looks. Her boobs (that’s what I used to call them) were a lot bigger, her hair was now blonde, Jen was wearing a belly shirt, and her belly button had an earring in it, she didn’t have that before, and she had an hour glass look. She had a few pimples on her face, but nothing too ugly. We all go through that when we are teenagers. Jen was also wearing a real short pair of shorts. I now know they are called Daisy Dukes. Her legs were tanned, and smooth. My legs at that time were naturally smooth, but the reason I mentioned this, is because her dad would never let her shave her legs last year. Jen has nice deep green eyes that draws you into them

“hey squirt, you sure got bigger since the last time I saw you.” Jen said bending down to my height with a smile.

After I saw the new Jen, I started getting aroused. I felt that this was odd, and there was something wrong with me, because I never thought that way of a girl before. How could she be attracted to me though. She still thought of me as a young kid. Compared to her I was a young kid. I still had a flat chest, and I was still under 5 feet tall. That’s another nice featrue about her, even at that young age, she was 5’11. She never got bigger, but 6’ for a girl is a nice height.

My step dad exclaimed “wow you sure got bigger.”

Aunt Jen said “yeah she had a growth spurt.”

Uncle Steve continued, “the last time you saw her she was 5’2.”

“Your almost as big as Robbie.” I said.

“How big is Robbie?” Aunt Jen Asked

“He is 6’3, and he is not getting any bigger.”

That’s all I am going to write for now. If you want to hear any more about the true incidents, and if you want to get into the fantasty part, please leave a good rating or post replies, saying you would like to hear more. I will try to type up one page a night for all of you IQ fans.

Her 50th birthday marked a violent change in her life. A change she had never expected, and never had wanted. Or lusted for. 12 years had passed since her husband got himself killed in a bar-fight, leaving her with their two sons care for. Fortunately he had been fairly well insured, so they always had what they needed. Her salary as a bookkeeper in a large supermarket was supplemented with monthly $5,000 insurance money.

Weeks, months and years trundled along while the boys went through high school and college. Linda minded her job, kept fit in the gym, and generally did a fine job of mothering the boys. A couple of times she had given in to a persistent colleague, but she had found no real joy in it, and to tell the truth her fine figure and pretty looks were wasted, at least from a sexual point of view.
(more…)

For two years at least, Susie had been parading her sexy little breasts and curvaceous bubble-butt right in front of her father - pretty much whenever the opportunity presented itself. Giggling to distraction, she would deliberately drop things on the floor so she could bend over to retrieve them, knowing full-well he could see her panties. On a really bad day, she would make sure she wasn’t even wearing any.

She became expert at color-coding her bras so that they were patently obvious beneath whatever semi-transparent midriff top she had stretched, barely decently, across those hot pubescent nipples.

And still, her fifteenth birthday was a few months off. As her father saw it, it really was time for payback!

The day therefore that young Susie got home from school, only to be met in the kitchen by her father who demanded abruptly, “I want to see your tits Susie,” was indeed the start of a new chapter as far as the McKenna family was concerned.

“Pardon me dad?” she exclaimed, unsure whether to laugh or run over to the neighbors.

“I said, show me your tits Susie,” he repeated patiently. “What part don’t you understand? I want to see you topless - maybe even have a suck of those hot little nipples.” He took a step towards her. (more…)

Today I would like to tell, how it continued with me and my sister. It was a Saturday morning and I woke up about six o’clock. It was now somewhat cooler as at the night. I lay naked in my bed and my little sister Sabine lay on me. She was also completely naked. She looked so sweet. How nearly every morning I had a real hard penis. Tenderly kissed my sister on the forehead and whispered: “good morning”. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled on me. She kissed me on the mouth. She slipped further upward and we kissed again. Slowly she pressed her tongue into my mouth and we kissed for an eternity. We tried all possible things with our tongues. There I noticed that her pussy, which was right at my belly navel became
unbelievably moist. Her juice ran over my Belly down between my legs. I did not have to many experiences with girls at that time. I was quite surprised that 15 year old ones can become so wet. My hand went right between her legs and I stroked her pussy while we continued to kiss. She whispered directly in my ear: “I want to now know how it feels” and looked me deep into my eyes. I did not exactly realize what she was about to do. Anyhow she took my Penis into her hand and moved in such a way that her pussy was exactly over my Penis. I saw, how a thick drop of her juice dripped exactly on my Penis. Then she moved slowly downward and my dickhead disapeared between her lips. I think i passed out shortly at that moment. I felt a resist on my Penis and saw, how my sister bit itself on her lips. She pressed herself against me and suddenly all of my penis went in her. She held herself on my Shoulders and said with a whiny voice: “ouch that hurts”. I stroked tenderly trough her hair and pulled her down to me. We started kissing again. Now she began to move her hips. Slowly up and down. I could see that her eyes were clammy. She did not become faster, but her hips moved higher now and my Penis slid in her back and forth. I could stand that for about five minutes. I had a mega climax I could feel, how my seed shot out of my Penis. It became even harder. While the last waves of my climix went through my body my sister began to moan loudly. She had her head beside mine and we
adhered firm to the hands. Her whole body twitched in a one-second pulse. She slipped down from me and lay now beside me. She
was completely sweaty and breathing heavy. She smiled at me. I gave her another kiss on the forehead and then we
fell asleep again. That was our first time.

It had only started a couple of months ago. Etta had known about incest but it was in an abstract way, because the 14-year-old girl was still a virgin and also because she didn’t know of anyone that was directly involved in the forbidden practice.

That changed when she found out that one of her best friends was having sex with her own father. Upon hearing of that, the shocked girl talked her own parents about what she had found out. Although both of them told her how wrong sex was between family members, to her surprise her mother somewhat condoned the practice, telling her not to condemn her friend because there was no way of knowing if maybe she was forced or even if maybe there was something in her genes that fueled the urges. And even though her father didn’t comment, Etta couldn’t help but notice that as she and her mother discussed this topic, he seemed to be studying his daughter’s reaction.

Etta was very confused. The thought that things like that could happen was something that she had not honestly believed until now.

It seemed as if from that day forward, her father was looking at the 14-year-old girl more intently than he had ever done before, and Etta couldn’t help but notice. First he was seemingly studying her face and soon his eyes began drifting to her body, most notably her breasts. Her immediately reaction to this was embarrassment, but that began to change when his attention started to cause a heated flush within her. (more…)

Bobby stuffed the $22 dollars he had made in tips into his pocked and left the pizza [bleep]. It was his first ever - real job and at 15 all he was thinking about was showing off tip money to his mother. He unlocked his bike and rode the two miles to his house. His boss had let him go over two hours early because it was a Sunday and there just weren’t enough customers to justify all the staff, and being that he was the new guy on the block, he had to go. He parked his bike in the carport and went into the house through the back door. He was a little surprised that the house was dark. Had his mom gone out somewhere? He was just about to call out her name when he heard a noise coming from the back of the house. Thinking that maybe a burglar was in the house he picked up a knife from the kitchen and slipped down the hallway towards the back bedrooms. He listened carefully as he walked, then he heard it again.

“Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh Godddddd.”

That sounded like mom? Was she hurt? For some reason Bobby continued to quietly slip down the hallway until he could peer into his parents bedroom. What he saw when he looked in shocked him to his core? His mother was naked, on her back with some guy shoving his cock in her pussy.

“Oh baby, harder, that feels so good. Keep fucking me baby.” (more…)

Cora hummed to herself as she drove the car. She stopped humming abruptly when she turned the corner and saw Bob’s truck parked out in front of Liz’s house. She hadn’t thought about the possibility that he’d be there. Then she laughed. If he had knocked up all three women he must spend a LOT of his time there.

“What’s funny?” asked Mindy, sitting beside her.

“Nothing honey” said her mother. “I just thought of something that made me laugh.”

“MOM!” said Mindy sternly. Cora turned her face to her dauther’s frowning face.

“If we’re going to have this new honesty between us thing, you have to be honest with me. It’s not fair for you to demand that I tell you things if you won’t share things with me too!”

Cora was only mildly astonished at her daughte’s reaction. The girl was growing up, after all.

“Fair enough” she said, parking the car. “I think there is a possibility that your Uncle Bob is the father of those babies.”

Mindy’s shocked face and the complete silence in the car made Cora suddenly doubt that honesty was, in fact, the best policy at this juncture.

Mindy’s eyes got rounder and rounder. “You mean he put THAT inside Jill?!”

Cora suddenly remembered that both Jill and Mindy had been standing right in front of Bob when Kathy had jerked his shorts down. She had been so engrossed in her own feelings about it she hadn’t thought anything about what her daughter must have thought.

“Honey… don’t get upset. And don’t say anything either! I just have this idea. I don’t have any proof and if I’m wrong it would be a horrible thing to accuse him of. So don’t say ANYTHING to Jill. OK? You asked me why I laughed and it was because I saw Bob’s truck here and was surprised. That’s all, OK?”

“OK… I guess.” said Mindy. (more…)

Chrissy was mad. She was fifteen years old and she hadn’t been on a single date.

It wasn’t because she was unpopular. Lots of kids at her school liked her and wanted to be around her.

It wasn’t because she was ugly. Her 5″ 6″ frame supported breasts that were a handful each, tipped with sharp little pencil eraser sized nipples just made to suck on. Below that were her thin waist and hips that any baby-bearing woman would love to have. Her cute little pussy lips were pink and plump and nestled just below fine wisps of golden pubic hair. Her face was gorgeous. She was a knockout.

No, the reason Chrissy had never been on a date was because of her father, one John Robinson by name.

He wasn’t mean or anything. He just remembered what he tried to do with 15 year old girls when he was, say thirteen through nineteen. For that matter he lusted after Chrissy’s friends regularly and would gladly plow their sweet teen furrows if it didn’t mean he’d end up in prison. He knew what boys thought about when they looked at his daughter, and he had decided a long time ago that she wasn’t going to be exposed to groping strangers out for a quick fuck and then on to the next girl.

To be fair, any boy she wanted to spend time with was welcome to come to the house and they could watch TV, or make something to eat, or play board games on the dining room table. Anything except be alone, especially in a bedroom. (more…)

Margaret, or Maggie, as everyone called her, smiled as her parents told her she was being sent to her Uncle Bob’s farm for the summer. Her parents were archeologists, and during the summers, when they weren’t teaching, they usually went off to some far off place to dig up what Maggie thought of as ‘dead things’. And then Maggie always got sent off to Uncle Bob’s farm. Her parents had been working on their PhDs for the last two years, though, so it had been two years since she’d spent the summer with Uncle Bob.

Actually, she reminded herself, he wasn’t REALLY her uncle. She was adopted. She knew nothing at all about her real parents, having been taken from them by some court when she was just a baby. But, as far as she was concerned the people who adopted her WERE her real parents, and her father’s brother was her REAL uncle, regardless of the lack of blood ties.

She was a little nervous about it this time. She’d always loved going to the farm. It was an old place, with lots of big barns and little outbuildings, and there were all kinds of interesting things to see and do. As she grew up, her Uncle gave her chores to do, and each year they seemed harder, and seemed to take longer. But each time she left with a feeling that she could handle almost anything. She knew how to use all kinds of tools. She understood the needs of animals. She could drive a tractor and set a fence post all by herself. Now that she’d turned sixteen, she was curious as to what trials he would set for her this year. She was a little afraid that it might be harder than she could do. (more…)

Obviously, you, my dear reader, are reading this for your own enjoyment, not to analyze me. For this reason I have decided to tell my story in novel-type fashion.

Therefore, although I don’t remember things that happened word-for-word, nevertheless I will still report it as such. So, when you read the “Ohhh!”s and the “NNNGGG”s, etc., keep in mind that although they are not the exact sounds or timing, they certainly reflect the true flavor of what occurred.

I don’t know why I am telling this story. I just ran across a website with incest stories (I’m sure 99% of them are figments of imaginations) and I have this tremendous urge to unburden myself of this shame. They say that confession is good for the soul…we will see.

I have lived over 50 years and never before had any inclinations toward pedophilia or incest. Whether this incident was a one time anomaly or not, I don’t know. All I know is that I ended up having sex with my 12-year-old grandniece Jenny.

When and how did it start? Probably the best way to say is to tell you a little something of my family.

My older sister Karen and her husband Bud live here in Vermont, about a mile from me. Karen’s daughter lives in Florida with her husband and their daughter, the aforementioned Jenny.

Apparently, the 12-year-old girl has been a problem for my niece for about a year. It seems that last summer, while my niece and her husband were working, Jenny, then 11, began to show an enormous interest in boys. From what was told to me the young girl had a few episodes with boys in the house. Although she had only gone ‘all the way’ with one of the boys on one occasion, Jenny was already showing signs of uncontrollable promiscuity.

My niece and her husband have watched their daughter like hawks ever since they found out. They had been able to keep her in check during the school months but were afraid that they would not be able to keep the girl in check during the summer months while they were working. As summer approached, Jenny’s parents became apprehensive knowing that the 12-year-old girl would again be at home by herself. (more…)

Grandpa drove with me by the window and Mom in the middle. As soon as we buckled up, Mom slid her hand over his crotch and began to gently stroke his cock.

“You’re a very handsome man, Karl,” she said lovingly. “I’ve always known that. I didn’t realize what a stud you were until today.” She sighed. “Think of all the good fucking I’ve missed.”

“We’ll make up for it, sweet pussy,” he answered.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, squeezing his cock. “But I want to fuck Rick, too.”

“Only when I give you permission, sweet pussy,” Grandpa replied. “Let’s talk about the Allisons. When we get to the Allison’s house, I’m going to inject something in Dr. Allison’s mouth. I want you to help me.”

“All right, Karl,” she said sweetly. “What do you want me to do?”

“Rick’ll grab her around the arms and hold her. You make sure she doesn’t kick by grabbing her legs. Grab both of them, Vicki.”

“Of course, Karl.”

“But if there’s an obvious change of plans, follow my lead. Pay attention and help.”

“Yes, Karl, but why are you doing this?”

“So I can make her my playmate like you are.”

“That’ll be nice,” Mom said brightly. “Oh, my. That means I’ll have sex with her, too.”

“What do you mean, Mom?” I asked.

“Rick, when Karl fucks Patty he’ll want me to join them. Won’t you, my naughty boy?” she said.

“Yes, I will, sweet pussy. Yes, I will.” (more…)