It’s Just a Fantasy

Literotic asexstories – It’s Just a Fantasy by VCDC,VCDC This is the tenth edit of the story. Every time I find something to improve. This could go on forever. I need to send my baby out into the erotic literature world.

This one is tough to let go of. It is more than a story, it is a documentary of my fantasies about her. Taboo fantasies, sexual fantasies that I never admitted to anyone. Now they will be out there for all my followers to see.

It was cathartic writing about her and my fantasies. A recognition of her looks, her accomplishments, her vitality. My ungodly, my inappropriate sexual attraction to her.

I remember that night at a family wedding when I awoke to the fact that she is a sexy, attractive woman with a sculpted body. She outshone every woman attending. No other woman there kindled that seed of sexual excitement like her.

I was astounded how my view, my perception of her changed in an instant.

I always had a legitimate interest in her, but as a relative. My interest now shifted heavily to sexual attraction.

I felt lucky to dance with her that night, I insisted on a slow dance so that I could hold her close, smell her perfume, subtly nuzzle her ear, feel her breasts against my chest.

She is tall, our pelvis areas well matched, our erogenous zones so close, so close. My first fantasy born at that moment. Me inside of her while standing up.

Since that day she is always on my mind. She became my virtual assistant for self pleasure.

I closed my eyes, my cursor hovering over the publish button. I slowly pressed it down. In an instant, my baby moving from drafts to pending a review by the site. It might take a day or two before it’s available to the world.

I know I can delay by doing edits and republishing. But I don’t typically do that, maybe one or two exceptions.

I had more important things to do right now. We were having our weekly FaceTime call tomorrow. It is the highlight of my week. I like to be prepared to have a light and fun discussion of the past week. We talk about the grind of working, family news, and our shared love of certain streaming programs.

She needs to see me as the fun uncle, the cool uncle, that she can talk to about anything.

And…I get to see her pretty face which to be honest is all I need.

Her social media footprint is large. Of course I follow her. Last night she posted pictures of her at the beach with a bunch of friends.

Typically I just browse through the new pictures looking for good one that I can save in the photo folder I keep for her.

Wow, lots of good photos of her in a bikini cavorting along the beach and in the water.

One of the water photos she probably didn’t notice her bikini top had slid off. She had swam to shore and emerged from the water.

Her hair soaked, sexily framing her face. Water dripping down to her bare breasts, tiny droplets of water cascading from her pillar shaped nipples.

What a turn on! I quickly downloaded it. I moved to the living area and Airplayed it on the 80 inch TV. So fucking hot. I had to do it. I stripped naked except for my briefs.

I pulled my growing erection out into the open. I pushed my briefs to the floor.

I wetted my cock down with my saliva. I slowly stroked it while closely examining every detail of her body.

The photo captured her smiling. I fantasied that she was pleased to watch me stroke my big cock.

I closed my eyes, She was kneeling in front of me, kissing, licking, sucking my cock. Stroking faster and faster, I opened my eyes and stared at the bottom of her bikini pulled up tight against her pussy, The cloth seemingly wedged between the lips with a little of help from my imagination.

Eyes closed again, She is begging me to take her, fuck her, fuck her hard. She crawls up and top of me an guides my cock into her tight pussy. Her up and down motion in concert with my stroking.

She begs for my cum.

‘Cum in me UK, cum in your niece. I need to feel the warmth of your cum.’

I exploded into her imaginary tight, wet pussy. Stream after stream of cum painting the inside of her imaginary vagina.

When she knew I was done, she pulls up to let all white stuff drip out onto my cock, pelvis and stomach.

She kept stroking my wet cock, squeezing out the last little bits of semen to drip down the long shaft.

I looked around, some white cum on my black my leather couch.

Damn that was good! Maybe I should edit it in to what I just published.

Naw, I will keep this in mind for another installment.

That was some load, So much still on my still hard cock. What a mess. I took a picture of my orgasm aftermath.

I Airplayed it replacing her picture.

Oh shit, FaceTime call coming through. It’s her! Our call is tomorrow. I have to answer, Something must be wrong with her.

Positioning the camera so that she could only see my face. I accept the call.

‘Hey UK! Your turn to go first1’

We alternate week to week on who goes first. That’s why I wanted to be fully prepped.

‘Hi Missy, why did you call now?’

‘UK, you need your memory pills, we agreed to move it to today. I have a conflict tomorrow. I have lined up 10 homes for all eight of the Smith family to visit. I ran to rent a Transit van to take them around. They are desperate to move. It was the only day they can do it.’

‘I am sorry Missy. I totally forgot. Been distracted by a female. Had something with her this morning.

Absolutely true – it’s you!

‘Are you dating now? That’s great. I was worried that you would never find a partner.’

I am not but I said, ‘Yes.’

She said, ‘I tell you what, let’s bump to Saturday unless you are golfing. I can use the time to nail down the visit timing on the tenth home.’

‘I am good with that.’

No way am I going to miss an opportunity to see her. Just looking at her now, I was mesmerized.

‘UK, do you have time for one new quick item.’

‘Sure.’

‘Wait, you have something creamy white on your chin.’

Oh god! I hadn’t noticed it. Quick think! What looks like cum?

‘Missy you caught me.’

With my index finger, I swiped up the cum. I licked it off my finger, wrapping my lips around it.

With a popping sound a retracted my finger.

‘I was eating a gooey vanilla iced donut. Must have dripped off.’

‘You are not supposed to eat sweets! Do I have to move in with you to keep on eye on you so you don’t cheat?’

Yes, yes, move in with me, sleep in my bed, have sex with me every night!

‘No, I am sorry.’

‘Do I have to talk to Lane so that she will keep a better eye on you?’

My daughter Lane chose to live with me after the divorce. She was still sleeping.

I think.

‘No, I will be a good boy for you.’

‘OK. Do you have a minute? I have something new and exciting to discuss.’

‘Sure. What’s up?’

‘Remember my good friend Lizzy?’

‘The porn addict Lizzy? She is h….’

I almost said ‘hot’. She is very hot. Why she wastes her time with porn when I can help.

‘Yes. She turned me onto an erotic writing site. Oh my god, those stories are hot! Such vivid descriptions of sexual encounters. It’s not really my thing but she asked I read stories she suggests. We get together to talk about them.’

‘The name of the site if erolit.com. Have you heard about it?’

I lied, ‘No, that’s not my thing either.’

‘I will forward you her suggestions. Mostly are new stories published in the last seven days. Only those with a ‘hot’ label. Maybe you can join us for a discussion on a story. Last time we took turns reading the story each taking a role. She took the male part. Me the female. So much better than reading it to yourself.’

I want to say I agree. I have only done it one time – with Lane. It was such a hot story we were turned on and had our one and only sexual interaction. Who knew Lane liked oral sex. She really liked doggy style.

‘The new story is a male, female, female threesome. You could help.’

‘Kind of weird, but I can help.’

‘Dad told me you are coming to town next week. Why didn’t you tell me? You could save some money and stay at my place. I have the extra bedroom.’

‘It slipped my mind.’

‘You really need to work on your memory. Something else not working either? The thing between your legs?’

She burst out laughing. Always teasing me about my age. We always joke around even about sex.

‘No it stands up on it’s own, doesn’t sag like your breasts.’

‘They are not sagging!’

Couldn’t agree more. I flashed her picture back up on the TV. So big, so firm they are.

‘If you come, Lizzy can come over to read the story with us.’

That sounds so inviting. I didn’t tell her because I don’t trust myself being alone with her. I might do something stupid. Now I am trapped. Maybe not.

‘OK, only if I can cancel the hotel without penalty.’

‘Makes sense. All right, let’s talk on Saturday. Love you UK.’

‘Love you Missy.’

We ended the call. I stared at her picture. It was arousing me again. My fingers wrapped around the shaft, rubbing the bottom of the head. Gentle strokes encouraging the blood flow into my penis. Strokes from top to bottom, my erection building, the shaft getting harder and thicker. I closed my eyes working on another Missy fantasy. Me on top of her, slowly inserting and retracting my cock in her tight pussy.

I was getting closer, I picked up the speed. I want to cum again. I opened my eyes to look at the picture.

There stood Lane.

‘Dad! Again?’

‘Yes again. You won’t help me out so I take things into my own right hand.’

She cocked her head and gave me that ‘don’t you dare’ angry look.

‘What we did was sick and disgusting, never to happen again.’ Lane said.

‘And Dad, Missy? You masturbate looking at a picture of your niece? Again? How many times have you done that?’

I didn’t respond. I lost count. Usually daily.

She shifted her gaze to my cock. Still hard even after the shaming. She totally surprised me when she sat next to me. To get a closer view of my erection? She gave me the best combo handjob blowjob. I think about it often.

Her bathrobe billowed out revealing one of her breasts. Breasts I sucked on while she rode me cowgirl.

‘Dad, have you told Missy about your dirty little secret?’

I shook my head no.

She was stealing looks at my cock. The last look, she sighed deeply. Maybe she was reliving our special night of sex.

‘You have so much cum on you. Was that one time?’

‘Yes.’

Another sigh.

She had swallowed all my cum after an expert cleaning up of my explosions. Took her awhile to get it all.

I nodded at my cock. ‘You can clean it up for me Lane.’

She jumped up.

‘No, I got to go.’

She left me alone with my mess. Missy still staring at me with that smile.

Lane was thinking about it. I could tell, knowing her like I do.

***

I ran to my room. I locked the door and sat on the bed.

When I saw what he was doing, I should have turned around and left him to finish.

No, I had to stand in front of him and watch him stroke that big thing.

He had his eyes closed. I wanted to see him cum again.

How high would that first spurt be?

I chuckled thinking about how he surprised me when I worked the head. The first spurt hit me right in eye, blinding me for a second.

But, I carried on and finished him off, stream after stream showering me.

I cleaned up his mess. I still can taste the cum from that night.

In the living room just now when he opened his eyes, I faked indignation. I think he saw me looking at his cock as he continued to gently stroke it. He stopped.

I couldn’t help myself, I needed a closer look. It took all my strength not to touch it, take it in my mouth, finish him off.

Then he made the clean up offer. I did think about it, then I got strong and left. I don’t trust myself. Simply dropping off my bathrobe we would be naked together. I know a hand job would have led to the next thing and the next thing.

I know he likes my body. After we finished that one time, just cuddling with the after glow of satisfying sex, he told me more than once how he liked it. How he liked my tight pussy, my big breasts, my talented lips and tongue.

It made me feel good to get my Daddy’s approval.

He wanted more that night. He placed my hand on his cock, forcing my fingers around the shaft, pulling my wrist up and down.

I stopped.

‘Daddy, I can’t. We just sinned. How am I going to face Father Frank and confess what we just did?’

He said, ‘I am not going to confession about this. Back in Biblical times it happened all the time. It’s not a sin at all.’

‘Uh, you left out the part where they were trying to populate the planet and once accomplished, it was shut down and made a sin. Leaving us as sinners.’

I remember my disappointed tone when mentioning the shut down.

I was, still am.

I confessed to Father Frank. Of course he forgave my sin, but he shut down something I had thought might work. Keep it going with Dad, but then confess and be forgiven.

He said, ‘Lane I have known you for all twenty of your years. I baptized you. You were so involved in the church volunteering for everything. I was so proud.’

He used the past tense.

‘This is the most grievous sin you have committed. Please don’t do it again. Stop it before it becomes an addiction. If you do, please still come and confess, but I will not be happy with you.’

When I told Dad about what he said, his reply, ‘Find another priest. I want to keep it going with you.’

Here is the real problem. I am fucking my Dad! Literally! I have to stop.

So, why do I fantasize about having sex with him again and again? Am I as sick as him masturbating with a half naked picture of his niece. Maybe that’s worse? No, who am I kidding?

It’s has to be related to the size and the naughtiness of doing it. Thinking back through all of this, I was aroused.

Where did I put my vibrator and dildo?

***

After a quick shower I checked on my story. It will be available tomorrow! I must have caught a reviewer at the right time or maybe I was given priority because of my hundred’s of stories.

Doesn’t matter.

I need to focus on my meeting with Missy.

Checking my email, one from the boss. Next week’s trip canceled.

I immediately canceled travel and hotels.

Quick text to Missy telling her about it.

She should be done with her customer.

She replied with ‘Understood’ with a sad face emoji.

***

Saturday dawns. I called her in the afternoon as planned.

‘Hey UK! How’s your day so far.’

‘Good, but just got better seeing you.’

‘Aww, bet you say that to all the girls.’

‘No, just you.’

I was being honest.

She was wearing a loose fitting tank top, lots of cleavage showing, I did a screen capture for my collection. Her hair was up in a pony tail, no make-up, but she doesn’t need it.

Quite a contrast from the ‘full battle gear’ suits she wears showing customer around in her 4 door Porsche. She is successful. Million Dollar Listing LA show was recruiting her to move here. She was thinking about it. I would love it. I love LA, been here for 40 years.

We covered the normal agenda, discussing the new seasons of our shows on Hulu, Max and Apple TV.

‘So you’re not coming to see me Uncle Karl? That makes me sad. I was looking forward to it, I had big plans for us, special plans.’

I could only dream about those special plans.

‘Oh Melissa, don’t be sad, I am disappointed too.’

When I put my Dad hat on, I call her by her given name. When she is upset with me, she calls me Uncle Karl not UK.

‘Soooo, I have good news. MDL requested that I come out to meet the production team and Tracy, the Josh’s, and Heather. Can I stay with you and Lane?’

Oh no, she would be in a bedroom right down the hall from me. Soooo tempting to do something stupid.

That does not over ride my desire to see her. No more pictures. Missy in the flesh. Maybe in the naked flesh. Hopefully in the real flesh.

‘Of course, but I should check with Lane.’

I don’t think she will rubber stamp given what she knows of my obsession with Missy.

‘She’s not home.’

‘Uh, does she have a phone? Let’s do a three-way with her.’

Now that’s a thought.

I added Lane to the call.

‘Hey Lane, I have Missy too. Missy it is all yours.’

‘Lane, I am coming to LA to meet with MDL LA team. They are recruiting me for next season. Can I stay with you and your Dad?’

Silence, long uncomfortable silence. I have a bad feeling about this.

Finally a response.

‘OK but only if you meet one requirement.’

What the hell could it be?

Missy asked, ‘Ready, what is it Lane?’

‘I get to meet the meet the cast of MDL. Love that show. I hope Josh divorces Heather so I can go get him.’

‘Girl, you don’t need a divorce to go get him. I am going to try.’

‘May the best slut win!’ Lane said.

‘Hey, maybe he would be open to a threesome. Are you in Lane?’

‘Love threesomes.’

‘So, a contingent yes based on MDL?’

‘Missy, you can stay with us no matter what.’

‘Thanks Lane, I owe you one.’

Lane dropped.

‘Hey Missy, send me your travel info, I can pick you up at the airport.’

‘Your are the best UK. Will do.’

‘See you then.’

‘Wait UK. One more thing.’

‘Yes?’

‘I registered with erolit for a login.’

Uh-oh.

‘Lizzy had told me to check all the new ‘fresh meat’ as she called it first until I settled in on favorites.’

Oh no, no, please no.

‘I saw this story, a new story, in the Incest/Taboo category. It is about an uncle and a niece.’

‘Is it any good?’

‘Yes, very well written. It did a lot for me, if you know what I mean.’

She masturbated reading it? Wow! Best compliment ever.

‘What was interesting to me… it read like me and you.’

She threw that out on the table like a detective presenting damning evidence to a suspect.

Like most guilty parties, deny, deny, deny. Prove me guilty.

‘That’s crazy, I need to read it.’

‘No, you don’t.’

I didn’t respond. I waited for her to blink, to say something else.

‘KuKuKu is the author.’

Damn she is smart.

‘Weird name.’ I said.

‘How about UkUkUk?

Nailed it.

I said it phonetically ‘uk uk uk? I don’t get it.’

‘How about Uncle Karl, Uncle Karl, Uncle Karl? Or Karl Uncle, Karl Uncle, Karl Uncle?’

She broke the code. Stupid name choice. I should have chosen a bunch of letters and numbers not a backward homage to my sexual obsession.

‘Well?’ she asked.

I didn’t give her a response.

She said, ‘I will take that as a yes. You are the author.’

Missy paused. Then, an all out barrage.

‘Really? I know everything in this story is made up. You fantasize about me? Having sex me with me? Writing an erotic story about me, about quote ‘us’? Do we have this weekly call to feed your fantasies?’

She looked down at her top. She closed her blouse over her breasts.

I whispered, ‘I am sorry. I am disgusting. So sorry, so sorry.’

She shook her head.

I continued whispering, ‘I am sorry. I am sexually attracted to you. I am sorry, but I can’t help it.’

‘I agree. You…you are fucking disgusting.’

She hung up.

So much for living out fantasies with her.

***

I spun down in a deep depression as she blocked me from all her social media. No visibility to Missy’s life… at all.

I don’t know what to do with my time. I turned to writing more stories… about her.

Fuck her! She will be sorry for dumping me. Tay-tay revenge of sorts. three stories in three days. More to come. Then I realized how stupid and perverted I am. I stopped writing about her.

I know she was in LA for the MDL LA visit. She was staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Slumming I guess. Lane left one day to meet up with her for pics with the cast.

She didn’t come home that night. I texted her at 1 AM.

‘Are you OK?’

She responded immediately, ‘Couldn’t be better. Be home in the morning. Missy says hi.’

Sent the thumbs up emoji. I was kind of jealous. She is spending the night with Missy someone I desire greatly.

Another text from her, ‘Pictures coming through. Enjoy!’

First pic came through, quickly followed by two more.

I looked at the first pic, I dropped my phone like it was on fire.

I shook my head, am I dreaming?

No, wide awake.

Oh my god.

Missy and Lane naked.

Missy on her back, legs spread wide. As best I could tell, Lane had two fingers deep inside Missy. They were kissing, tongues extended, tip to to tip.

Second photo. Lane in the doggy style position, her head and top half of her body twisted back like she was trying to see what Missy was doing to her pussy.

Third photo, a side shot of them in the 69 position. Tongues spread wide over their pussies.

I texted back, ‘What the fuck?’

She replied, ‘You know what to do with them. Have fun! Try doing it with your left hand. Might feel different.’

My daughter and niece having sex! That is the last thing I thought they would do tonight. If they got lucky maybe a threesome or even foursome.

They were right, I knew what to do with them.

***

Earlier that evening….

Lane said, ‘That’s not what I expected. I envisioned this meeting with MDL to be an audition of sorts for you. It seemed like it was a welcome to the team get together.’

‘If it had been an audition I wouldn’t have brought you. So yes, it was a welcome to the team with a twist. They were convincing me to join the team. I didn’t sign before hand to have some leverage and back out if it didn’t look like I would fit.’

Lane asked, ‘What did you decide?’

‘If you remember I left you alone with Josh and Heather and went off with the executive producer.’

‘Yeah you can do that anytime you want, but minus Heather. He is so fucking hot.’

‘I agree, more on that in a moment.’

I continued, ‘We went to her office to sign the contract. My attorney made a few edits a couple of days ago. They agreed to all of them, even the ask for more money. They accepted them all.’

‘Initially, I am the lowest paid which makes sense. I need to build up my business. They will help throw me some listings, not the $10-$100 million dollar listsings, but enough to get me started,’

‘People would like to be on the show, they will be willing to accept me as the agent unless I screw up. It is up to me to make good TV. You know, turn on the personality, look gorgeous for every filming, engage in some of the petty arguments the team have with each other. Supposedly, I will be introduced as someone making a move on Josh.’

‘Lucky girl!’ Lane said.

‘Yeah, but it comes with a spat with Heather. The thread will run through the entire season. So I have to do some acting.’

‘Will that be tough? Being close to Josh. I know you are attracted to him.’

‘True, but it is not an obsession like your Dad has for me.’

Lane was shocked with my off hand remark, ‘You know about that?’

‘Yes, I figured it out. He wrote a fucking erotic story about me.’

I shouldn’t talk about this, it makes me angry, turning green angry.

‘Yeah but it’s just a fantasy, it’s not the real thing.’

‘Don’t be quoting Billy Joel to me. I don’t care if it is fantasy, but it is real to me.’

‘No one will know, there are thousands of stories out there.’

‘He only has 100 stories and 1,000 followers. I hear that sometimes, someone goes on the quest to find out the true identity of the author. What if somebody cracks the code and pulls on the threads of this story and links it to me. Next thing a social media post with our names and link to the story.’

‘Never gonna happen,’ she said.

‘Never, say never.’ was my reply.

I put my hands together, index finger against index finger, resting the joined tip just above the bridge of my nose. My eyes closed. I didn’t say anything for a while.

‘Are you OK Missy?’

I lifted my head, little tears rolling down my cheeks.

I told her, ‘I am fine. I just don’t know if I should feel complimented, insulted, dirty, or disgusted. The idea that I would have sex with a blood relative is so disgusting to me. I can’t imagine why a son with her Mom, a daughter with a Dad, or siblings would have sex. It’s crazy! Don’t you agree Lane?’

She went quiet on me, she bowed her head, hands clasped together like she was praying.

No! She didn’t! No, not Lane! Lane and her Dad! That’s crazy! I want to ask, but I don’t want to know. It would make it real.

I have to ask. Here we go.

‘Lane?’

She looked at me, her turn for tears.

‘I did it, I fucked Dad.’

I got dizzy, the blood draining from my brain. So shocking to hear it out loud. The blackness started on the edges. slowly closing to a pinhole, then black. I felt myself slumping off the couch.

I came to. Slumped all the way to the floor, my back against the front of the couch. Lane sitting next to me, her arms wrapped around me.

‘Missy, Missy, wake up, Please wake up.’

I opened my eyes. Lane’s face right there.

‘Oh, thanks Lane. I am OK, I think I am.’

I sat up straighter.

‘Sorry, I was shocked to hear you say that. You really fucked your Dad?’

‘Yes.’

‘How many times?’

‘Just once.’

‘Thank god.’

She looked embarrassed by her thinking, not me.

‘Lane, are you thinking about doing it again?’

She nodded yes.

‘Holy shit! Are you still Catholic? Isn’t that a mortal sin Lane?’

‘It’s a sin. I know. I went to confession. I was absolved of my sin.’

‘So I get. Fuck your Dad, go to confession, get forgiven and repeat.’

‘That was the plan until the priest told me not to do that.’

‘But you, you are going to fuck him again. Is he worth all that?’

‘Yes, it’s the best sex I have ever had. He is so gentle, so erotic, taking it slow, bringing me to orgasm with just the foreplay. He is so good with his tongue and mouth. And the best part, he is huge.’

‘His cock? Of course it is cock right?’

‘It’s a thing of beauty, The well shaped head, the light tapering of the shaft where is supports the head. The thickening of the shaft all the way to the base. It is striking to see it erect in contrast to his flat, muscled stomach and hard pecs. So hot. Except on porn videos, I have never seen one that big and… I know it sounds strange… attractive.’

I was getting aroused listening to her description. Maybe I need to see it. Now I was curious.

‘How did it happen? Who seduced who?’

‘We went out to dinner and had too much wine. We made it home safely weaving our way down familiar roads. Surprised we didn’t get stopped.’

‘At home, he asked if we could read one of his stories together, out loud, me taking the female part, him taking the male part. He said it is his way of proofing. At the time the story was draft and not published.’

‘Is it out now?’

‘Yes, it is a Daddy Daughter story.’

‘Figures.’

‘He suggested we get into our bed clothes. I agreed, probably a mistake. T-shirt and panties for me, shorty pajama bottoms for him. It was my first glimpse of his flat, six pack stomach, muscled up pecs and nipples. He and I both tan, so he looked almost golden. A hint of arousal sparked in me.’

‘We sat next to each other on the couch, real, real close, thighs touching, his arm around me. We read from the same print out of the story. I expected him to have a pen to markup changes, but nothing doing. Looking back, he had no intention to capture changes, he had a different plan.’

‘You have read his stuff. After the background, the buildup, the seduction, we were at the first sex scene. He writes hot sex scenes. During the reading of the scene I had the urge to touch myself. So bad, I wanted to do it, soon I needed to do it. He couldn’t miss seeing me slip my free hand into my panties. He took that as a sign to pull down his pajamas and begin touching his cock.’

‘Missy, I really didn’t want to look at it, I didn’t want to touch it. I didn’t want to do anything with it. But there it was, so big, so inviting, so… so delicious. At first I looked away and stopped reading. He told me to keep reading. It got hotter, I got hotter. I had to look at it. His playing around with it resulted in an erection.’

‘I whimpered like a heroine in a horror movie about to be attacked by a monster or something, sounding so scared. He consoled me and said don’t be afraid of it. It was OK. It was OK to touch it, It was OK to kiss it, that Daddy would like that a lot.’

‘I didn’t make a move, so he took my hand and placed it on his cock, wrapping my fingers around the top of the shaft and head. He told me it was OK to move my hand up and down on Daddy’s penis. All good girls do that for their Daddy.’

I said, ‘Bullshit! That is not true and not cool to treat you like an innocent 18 year old virgin.’

I added, ‘So obviously you did not pick up and leave.’

She looked like she was going to cry again.

‘I didn’t. With his encouragement, I took off my t-shirt and panties. I began stroking his cock and you know something? I liked doing it for him. Since the divorce he has not been with a woman as far as I can tell. I know he masturbates a lot, mostly about you.’

‘I am honored,’ I said sarcastically.

Then she said proudly, ‘I was glad to help him.’

‘You know, you both are really sick.’

‘I agree,’ she said.

Then with great joy she said, ‘But I had a lot of fun, best sex of my life and with someone who I love.’

I said, ‘Brother.’

‘Do you want to hear more?’ she asked.

It was kind of hot hearing it.

‘Yeah, what the fuck, if I get sick I might have to do it in that trash can over there.’

‘We started kissing while I stroked him, He played with my pussy a little bit before he suggested we go to the bedroom and I quote, do it right. I loved the idea. We held hands as we entered his master bedroom.’

‘He gave Alexa an order to change the lighting to erotic. The lights dimmed to a golden hue. He gave another order to light the candles. Several candles around the room. They looked like real candles but were actually Alexa controlled lights. He looked around and told her to dim everything down one.’

‘It was amazing, everything including our naked tanned bodies appearing golden. So fucking hot, a setting for two people to have erotic sex.’

‘I had the feeling I was about to be in a classy porn video. I was right but sans video recording.’

She paused and said to me, ‘Keep going?’

I thought, damn this is interesting. I had to hear more.

‘Yeah, what the heck.’ keeping my tone.

I sounded disinterested, but far from it. I was warming up. No one ever romanced me like that. Usually, the guy pulls up my skirt, drops my panties and he uses me as a cum dump. Now I am believing that is more disgusting than what I about to hear.

‘He led me to this chair on the side of the room. He told me to support myself on my elbows on the arms of the chair and extend my body out. Keeping it fairly straight with my legs apart. I was OK so I asked myself ‘what is next’.

‘This position pushed my pussy up. I could see the contours of my labia, seemingly up and pronounced.’

‘Then the fun began!’ she said excitedly.

‘He kneeled between my legs. He didn’t like the leg spread so he pushed them out a little more. My view of my pussy enhanced even more.’

‘Dad started by just touching my lips, rubbing up and down on each one so gently. He took his finger tip and used it like he was tracing a line around my vagina. All his actions began to drive me crazy. He was fucking artfully teasing me!’

‘He kept that up too long, my anticipation of him doing more screaming inside me. Then, he took his finger, I think his index finger and started from the bottom and pushed it gently up between my labia. Slowly he moved it up, pushing the lips apart but he stopped short of my clit. I was aching for him to touch it but he didn’t.’

‘Out of nowhere I started a muffled moan, hoping that would signal to him to do more with that finger. Who needs a cock if you have a talented finger I thought.’

‘Wedging my labia apart with a back and forth motion of his finger I couldn’t take it anymore, I moved my hand down to massage my clit. He noticed and trapped it against my pelvis. He said ‘no honey, be patient.’

‘Missy, he was driving me out of mind. i loved it, but I hated it all at the same. So I said ‘Daddy, please, please.’

‘I don’t know if it was because of what I said or was it part of his plan, he did more. His magic index finger pushed into me, slowly, but deeply. He retracted it, then back in. Then his middle finger joined the party. The palm of his hand facing me. Oh god Missy, I never welcomed the feel of two fingers like those two. He toyed around looking for a g-spot reaction. Bingo. He found it.’

‘Level two of fun began. With his fingers inside me, he splayed is tongue wide to lick my lips before, he finally tongued my clit. I bucked up. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it. All the while he was finger fucking me.’

‘He reached up to touch my breasts, brushing the back of his hand against the nipple adding to my excitement.’

‘All the suspense, all the teasing leading to this moment. My orgasm kicked off, he knew, he let go of my clit to just flick with his tongue, back and forth, short term sucks on it, repeat, repeat – cum! ‘

‘It came with a rage, my pussy flooded with my juices, I couldn’t control my limbs which flayed around like those balloons at a car dealer. Fuck, what an orgasm. Nothing came close to what my Daddy did for me.’

Somewhere in the story, I was overwhelmed with the urge to masturbate. I had two fingers deep in my pussy like her Dad had in her. That was hot!

Lane saw what I was doing.

She chuckled, ‘Should I go on? It gets better if you like cocksucking..’

‘No thanks Lane. i don’t think I can handle it. Now I think I would like to experience that. Maybe turn his fantasies of me real.’

‘Do you think…’ I stopped. I am just caught up in the moment. I shouldn’t ever do it.

Lane said, ‘Do I think he could do that for you? Yes, that’s obvious, he is obsessed with you.’

‘Lane, I don’t know, it’s incest. I don’t think I can cross that line.’

‘Missy, vice is nice, incest is best.’

i thought about it. I never had an experience like she had. it is so desirable to do so. Damn, I could picture UK between my legs.

‘OK, I am in,’ I said firmly.

‘Great! Let’s have some fun with him before you engage.’

‘Could it be, when we engage? Can we do a threesome to start off? Maybe just the first time? You want more of him right?’ I asked.

‘Damn right I do. Question, are you done with the MDL thing?’

‘Yep, I fly out the day after tomorrow. An extra day to see the sights. I was hoping to score tickets for the After Midnight show.’

‘Hard to get, how about a day in bed with my Dad instead?’

‘Yesterday, I would have said you were crazy. Today a day in bed with him sounds delectable.’

‘OK, what fun do you have in mind before engagement? I like that word, sounds better than fucking.’ I asked.

‘We strip and stage maybe three pics. We can setup the camera shot and I can use my Apple Watch to snap it.’

‘Cool. What are the poses?’

She explained. Interesting, not what I expected. Might be more to it.

We did the poses and sent them off to UK.

She had more fun at them than me.

We broke from the 69. She laid down next to me, face to face, naked body to naked body.

She said, ‘What do you think?’

I was puzzled.

‘Think about what?’

‘Continuing, for real?’

I think she wanted to kiss.

‘I don’t do women,’ I said.

She said, ‘It’s a shame. I can do for you, what Daddy did for me.’

‘Thanks Lane, but no thanks.’

I had to ask, worried I damaged the plan, ‘Still a threesome?’

‘Yes, can’t wait to be in bed with you and Daddy,’

I get the feeling she will not give up on me. I didn’t know she was bi.

I almost said yes to her. Maybe I am too.

No response from UK. I went to my bedroom for the night thinking about Lane and UK.

I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about what else Lane did with her Dad.

This is killing me. I need to hear more.

She was reading in bed, The sheet pulled up to just cover the bottom of her breasts. her areolas visible.

‘Well, well, change your mind about me?’

I pulled up the sheet and covers to slip in next to her. I got a glimpse of her naked body. Two of us naked. Dangerous.

I settled in next to her, too close for my own good.

Before I could respond she started kissing me. She placed her finger on my breast tracing a circle around my areola. My nipple responded by getting hard.

She stopped kissing and touching me. She took hold of the sheets and covers and through them forward baring the two of us.

‘I am still thinking about that. What I changed my mind on was hearing more of what you did with UK, your Dad.’

‘Sure, we can do that first and then get to the good stuff.’

I should just leave, I don’t know if I can handle this situation. No woman has ever hit on me. My worry is that I might not stop her when she starts making her move.

‘What would you like to hear about? We went at it all night. We did a lot of things’

‘How about right after he… he…’

‘Ate my pussy? I hate that term how about performed cunnilingus?’

‘Yes after that.’

‘OK, it was my turn, me on him. But her wanted it done a certain way.’

‘That takes the spontaneity out of it.’ I said.

‘I will let you be the judge.’ Lane said.

‘We moved to the bed. He laid down, but propped up on his elbows.’

‘Lane, it was exciting to see his erection, rock hard and straight up. It jutted up against the backdrop of his six pack stomach. The lighting made his body glow gold. I was aroused again. I wanted to climb on top of it and feel that whole length deep inside me.’

‘I believe he read my mind when he said ‘later, you can take it in later’.

‘He told me to lay on my side across one leg, just below his hard on. He didn’t need to tell me what I had to do. I decided to take it slow and tease him before doing more.’

I interrupted her.

‘So, he was looking down his body watching you like you were looking down watching him.’

‘Exactly. Any more questions?’ Lane asked.

‘No, I am good. Thank you.’

I was picturing myself, lying on his leg, his cock right there, ready for my attention. A tingle in my private parts projecting my excitement of doing that with him someday.

‘I didn’t grab his cock aggressively like I usually do when giving someone a blowjob. I loosely wrapped my fingers around the lower part of the shaft, no movement for about 2 minutes. He got uncomfortable with the anticipation and shifted forward forcing my hand to apply more pressure on his cock.’

‘He said ‘come on Lane, stop teasing’.

‘I was proud of myself. I asked him ‘what’s the hurry, we have all the night.’

‘I didn’t wait for a response, instead I placed my middle finger and thumbs on the opposite sides of shaft. Starting at the bottom, I moved to the head, then back down. Next time stopping halfway up and pulling the head to contact my closed lips.’

She tells this like an erotic story. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

‘I opened my lips enough to let my tongue slip out and touch the sensitive underside of the head. He looked pleased. I continued. I opened wider so I could roll my tongue all around the head, Wetting as best I could.’

‘He gave me a ‘hmmmm’. I continued. I opened my mouth wide and moved within a half inch of the head. I rolled my tongue around the head again, I know he was expecting me to take it in my mouth right then but I didn’t. ‘

‘Dropping all the way to bottom, the thickest part of the shaft, I flattened by tongue to slowly lick my way back to the top. I stopped, my flat tongue against the head. He bucked up trying to put it in my mouth. I pulled back a little, retracted my tongue and closed my mouth. He thrusted again, no go in my mouth so the head slid off to my cheek.’

‘He said almost angrily ‘fuck!’. He really wants me to suck his cock. He wants his daughter to suck his cock. Of course I was planning to do it but on my plan, not his.’

‘I was uncomfortable in the way Dad positioned me, laying across his leg might have been good for his view, I had a better one in mind to suck his cock.’

‘Are you talking about something unusual?’ I asked.

‘Naw, just plain old between his legs. I shifted to that without letting loose of his erection. I liked the feel of the head sliding off my cheek so once I was in place with my mouth closed, I directed the head to make a round trip around my face. Some the wetness rubbing off on me.’

‘The ending position, the head resting on my chin, below my lower lip. Something was wetting my chin, I backed away slowly and saw a string of precum connecting my chin to the head. It fell when I opened my mouth.’

‘Enough playing around. I kissed the top of the head and licked up the rest of the leaking precum. I opened wide and took the head in, resting it on my tongue. He sighed.’

‘I think I surprised him when I closed around it and slowly took in more and more shaft until the big head was up against my throat opening.’

‘I had to know Missy if I could take in the whole length. I pushed down, no go. It was stuck right there. I thought I needed a running start so to speak. I backed off to the top and plunged down hard. i felt it push in a little before another hard stop.’

‘Frustrating to say the least. Never had this much difficulty deep throating. Sad to say I abandoned trying even when we full well know how guys love watching their cock disappear right in front of their eyes.’

‘Dad sensed my frustration and told me not to worry about it. So I didn’t.’

‘I stayed on him while I pulled his knees up. I rested my hands on his upper thigh. Using just my mouth, no hands on his cock, I moved up and down it, soaking with my saliva. Picking up speed, cycling through the up and down motions I really got his attention. He closed his eyes while rolling his head back and forth. ‘

‘Then he surprised me. He said he wanted to kiss. Ok, but I thought he was about to cum.’

‘I laid on my side next to him. I stroked his cock while we kissed, mouths wide open, tongues doing their dance. We kept it up for several minutes. I thought why not stroke him till he cums? I can always take it in mouth when the spurts start.’

‘Missy, he was full of surprises. He broke off the kissing, he told me ‘I need to taste your pussy again Lane’. Well, not going to turn down that talented tongue. He laid flat with a pillow under his head angling it up and forward.’

‘I straddled his face, he stuck his tongue out but didn’t move to my pussy. So I pulled my lips apart, then moved forward on it, forcing it between my lips. Still no movement by him so I started fucking his tongue! Weird, but I like it.’

When she described the tongue fucking, her hand found her pussy to massage her clit. Her nipples were getting hard. I got the impression that I was part of a threesome, but I was just watching. I decided to change that.

I removed her hand from her pussy and replaced it with mine. This is the first time ever I have touched another woman’s vagina. It was exciting! I really didn’t know what I was doing so I did what I do when I masturbate.

The Lane hand I removed, she moved to my pussy. Her index finger slid in between my labia. The bottom of the finger on my clit.

She leaned in to kiss me. I returned it. A fire igniting down below.

‘Made your mind up Missy?’

‘Still thinking about it,’ I replied.

‘I like the way you think,’ Lane said.

‘Continue, with…. continue with your Dad experience.’ I said.

I had hesitated. For a moment I was going to ask her to continue with me, We kept playing with each other’s pussies.

She said, ‘Where… uh… keep doing that Missy.’

I guess I am doing something right.

‘Where was… god… so good. Where I was I.’

I began finger fucking her pussy.

‘Your fucking his tongue, so weird Lane.’

‘Yeah, and I managed to lean back and keep stroking him.’

‘Hard to see his face to look for a reaction, So I kept stroking and fucking.’

‘Dad pushed me back gently and said ‘Lay on your back’. I thought he was going to fuck me. I was ready for a dick in my cunt. Apologize for the crude language.’

‘No problem, maybe you can eat my cunt later.’

‘I’m ready, let’s go now.’

”No, no, finish the Dad thing.’

‘He helped me move to the reclining position. He was on top of me. His erection right on top of pussy, wedged between the lips. We kissed a little, I reached down to his cock to guide it into me.’

‘But Missy, he backed away. On his knees, he straddled my hips, that cock protruding straight out from his flat stomach. I thought he wanted me to suck him in that position, but no. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. He wanted a handjob. He said ‘make Daddy cum”

‘So what did you do?

‘I stroked his cock until he came. And boy did he cum. He painted my face from what… 3-4 feet away. Cum on my neck, my breasts and the last, weaker spurts puddling on my stomach.’

‘It took a long time to scoop it all up to my mouth. Missy It was so much, I had to swallow once to make room for more. He must be capable of big loads, I caught him one time masturbating, he was covered in his cum. Be aware.’

All the while we continued to play with each other’s pussies. I was ready, so aroused by the pussy play and the erotic time she had with UK.

‘Is that it?’ I asked.

‘For that, yes. We finally fucked. Do you want to hear about that?’

I licked my index. With the very tip, I slowly touched her lips, moving it across the top and the bottom. I inserted it in her mouth. She closed her lips around it. I pushed it all the way in and then slowly withdrew it.

‘No, I have a better plan for your mouth.’

I leaned in and kissed her. She immediately kissed me back. We kept kissing, she fondled my breasts.

I laid back on the bed and spread my legs wide open beckoning her mouth, tongue, and fingers to my pussy. I was ready. She moved in and placed her hands on my inner thighs.

She licked them, one side, then the other. She continued licking and then kissing her way up. She stopped short of contacting my pussy. I placed my hands on the back of her head forcing her in closer.

‘Come on Lane, no teasing please.’

She licked my swollen outer lips. One side then the other. Then she sucked on one side then the other. She pinched them together, moving them up and down against each other. She kissed them, then ran her tongue back and forth across them. I was enjoying Lane.

With her fingers, she spread my lips wide open, inserting her tongue into my pussy, playing around inside while resting her upper lip on the very bottom of my clit. She pulled back then inserted her tongue several times in a fucking motion always giving my clit a quick lick. I was trembling.

Moving up, she ran her tongue back and forth across my clit. It was engorged. She sucked on it once. I almost levitated off the bed. She sucked again. She backed off to just swipe it with her tongue.

‘Oh Lane! Give me more. Take care of me! I want it bad. I want to cum, make me cum.’ I whispered.

She sucked on my clit. Once, then twice, then three times releasing and pausing each time to tease me, letting the anticipation build. One more suck.

‘Oh my god I am cumming!’ I cried out. I grabbed the back of her head pulling it hard onto me while she kept my clit between her lips, flicking it with her tongue.

My body rippled from top to bottom, bucking up and down. Waves and waves of pleasure hitting me like I have never experienced before. My pussy soaked with my arousal juices and her saliva.

I whimpered, ‘Oh my…oh my… oh my Lane.’ My voice dropping down to a whisper.

‘You are so fucking good.’

Why did I wait so long to have sex with a woman? What she did for me, I have no comparison for. And her Dad, my uncle, he is just as good? I can get used to this oral sex thing easily. Lane and her Dad are so focused on sex, I want in to the circle.

Lane back next to me. I hugged her, kissed her and thanked her for my best orgasm ever.

She smiled at me, kissed me and said, ‘There is more where that came from.’

‘Missy, what changed your mind?’

‘You. The more I looked at your body, the more you talked about sex, I decided that I wanted you to be my first. My cousin. It so sexy to have sex with my cousin.’

‘What about my Dad? UK as you call him. He wants you real bad.’

‘As long as you there with me, I am in. We could put on a little show for him. maybe be his next story. I got it. Titled ‘Cousins Fucking for Daddy.’

Lane said, ‘Title might need I little work but I get the picture.’

I thought and I thought before I asked. Yes, I am going to ask.

‘Lane, can I do you? I have never done it, so I would be fine if you… I don’t know…’

‘Tell you if it working and help you fix that?’

‘Yes, yes, please, I want to try.’

She said, ‘Don’t try, do!’

My turn. She spread her legs wide, pulled them back and pushed her pelvis up. Her smooth pussy prominently up. I should have done that. Next time. Looks like it makes it easier to work on.

I mimicked her start, licking the thighs, kissing them, moving up.

I veered to what UK had done for her, playing, teasing, building anticipation.

‘Missy, you are doing great.’

Good report card! Yes!

Her phone rang, it was a rap song about fucking.

‘It’s Dad, it’s my ring tone for him.’

‘It’s 3 AM Lane, are you sure?’

She nodded yes.

Lane answered solemnly, ‘Hello.’

She didn’t have it on speaker but I heard someone screaming at her.

I asked softly, ‘Speaker phone?’

She did.

‘… now. Do you hear me Lane? Now, come home now!’

‘But Mom.’

‘That’s an order. Right now. I need you here right now. Right now. Right now.’

She sounds wildly crazy.

‘Why Mom? Why can’t I come in the morning?’

‘Talk to your pervert Dad.’

She must have handed the phone to UK. The background noise changed. He talked softly and calmly.

‘Lane, do as she requested.’

‘And why? You are supposed to tell me.’

Silence.

‘Dad? What is it?’

‘She found out about my story writing.’

‘So, it’s a hobby right? Ok, weird hobby but a hobby. And you are good at it.’

‘No, I am not that good but I enjoy doing it.’

‘So that’s it?’

‘There is more to it. Once she found out, she started reading my stories. I didn’t know that. She told me she saw a lot of Daddy Daughter stories, so she read them all. And as bad luck would have it, the last story that I based on our fun together, I used your name.’

‘The setting was too recognizable to her. Using your name was a mistake. Lane, she said she read it at 2 AM. She was here in a flash to confront me and you. She asked me directly if I had sex with you. I didn’t respond. She took it as a yes and called you. She is really mad. She said she was so mad she was going to kill me.

‘Dad, can I bring Missy with me? It might help keep Mom under control.’

‘Yes please that might help or she can be a witness to a murder.’

‘Dad really?’

He didn’t respond, I heard another voice but couldn’t understand what was being said.

Lane continued, ‘Ok, I have to get her up, then we will be on our way.’

They hung up.

‘No, no, no! I will not go! I know your Mom has a mean streak. She almost killed UK one time, leading to the divorce. I need to stay out of this. It’s crazy. I can call my Dad and ask for his help.

‘Here is how that call will go Missy. So Dad, could you meet us at Uncle Karl’s? His ex, you remember the crazy ex, is threatening to kill your brother because he has fucked his daughter, your niece. Oh and by the way, he wants to fuck your daughter.’

‘OK, I will go with you.’

We were at the house totally illuminated house in 15 minutes arriving at 4 AM.

We parked in the driveway behind a truck that Lane said was her Mom’s. It had NRA and crazy faction groups stickers all over it.

‘Oh god, the rifle is gone. She brought it in the house,’ Lane said.

I could see a rack where the rifle would be mounted in the rear window. It was empty.

I said, ‘Call the police, report a domestic whatever. We should not go in there Lane, it is suicide.’

Too late. Her Mom standing by the front door, rifle in hand.

‘Come on my pretties, join this special party with your sex partner.’

We didn’t move, paralyzed by fear. The rifle was the only thing I saw, eyes riveted on it.

She loaded a bullet in the chamber.

‘We could do it out here, not my first choice. That’s fine.’

She aimed the rifle seemingly at me.

I ran like crazy towards her, Lane took off after me.

She lifted the rifle up, letting us scurry past her.

She laughed. She is crazy.

UK was sitting on the couch. What looked like a dining chair in front of the couch. We sat on the couch next to UK.

She sat on the chair with the rifle laid across her lap.

I was trembling as was Lane. She won’t kill her daughter and ex-niece. Would she? The answer came too swiftly.

‘Incest is a mortal sin punishable by death.’ she said.

Lane interrupted her. ‘Mom, I went to confession, Father Frank forgave my sins.’

‘Listen baby, Father Frank waving his hand up and down and saying you were good is bullshit in my book. There are real world punishments for sins like that.’

‘Oh yeah, glad you confirmed what asshole told me. he said you seduced him you slut.’

‘Mom, I didn’t. We…’

‘Save your breath baby, doesn’t matter.’

She focused on me. I looked her in the eye. Be strong, be strong.

‘When did you stop having sex with the asshole sinner. I read the story. You two had a hot time together. Sorry, it will be your last time together.’

‘It’s a story, I never had sex with him.’

‘That’s what he said.’

She stared intently at me.

‘My ex-niece Missy, have you had sex with anyone in this room? I have now ruled out me and Karl.’

Why did I do it? Why did I have sex with Lane. Whether I say yes or no, she will ask Lane.’

‘Yes.’

‘My oh my, having sex with my daughter sure sounds bad. Lane?’

‘Yes we did.’

‘Karl?’

‘I didn’t know.’

‘Hmmm, cousin secrets kept from Daddy and Mommy.’

I blurted out, ‘Just one time.’

‘Ok, when was that?’

She loaded a bullet in the chamber and smiled at me.

‘Tonight, it was tonight, I swear.’

‘Did I interrupt your little love affair when I called?’

Fuck it. She is going to kill us anyway, Miss Incest Avenger.

‘Yes, you fucked up a beautiful night of love making.’

She leaned back and laughed hard, I jumped up to get grab the rifle.

Too late, she pulled it up and then whipped my face with the barrel.

‘Mom, you hurt her!’ Lane screamed at her.

I sat back on the couch.

‘Fuck you! You are a crazy bitch. You are going to hell too. Go ahead blow my brains out!’ I said.

‘Y’all heard her right? She asked me to blow her brains out. So, it is not a sin, just filling a request.’

‘Missy, kneel in front of me and ask my forgiveness for your sin. Might be more than tonight, so sins. You can say a prayer, but it won’t matter, you are going to hell.’

I didn’t kneel.

She said, ‘OK. Karl and Lane this will make a mess so watch out. You are next.’

I closed my eyes. I said a prayer asking for forgiveness for tonight.

‘Ready Missy?’ she asked.

I nodded.

She laughed and asked, ‘See you in hell?’

I closed my eyes. What does it feel like to die? That answer coming too soon.

TO BE CONTINUED