The Family That Lays Together

"He was probably 7 inches, which is bigger than the first guy. He kissed me the whole time, and yes, he came inside me!"

"Did you cum again?" Daphne was so excited that she was using language that she would never have used before.

"Yes! He made sure I did. He knew what he was doing!" Amber exulted.

"So, did you do it with him again?"

"Unfortunately, no. But if I ever get the chance again, I'll fuck him into next week!" Amber exclaimed. Then she looked around to see if anyone was nearby. "Oops. I got carried away!" she giggled.

"So, you said three..." Daphne questioned.

"My boyfriend. He's 19. He uses a condom except during my safe time. I keep up with it really close. And sometimes I give him a blowjob."

Daphne was about to tell her she was on birth control, to regulate her periods, but blowjobs trumped that topic! About a year previously, she was having trouble with her periods. Sometimes they were painful and they were rarely regular. Chrissy had taken her to the doctor and he had put her on birth control pills. When he explained how to use them, he pointedly told Daphne that, should she become sexually active, the pills would prevent pregnancy. Both Daphne and her mother had vehemently told him that was not the reason she needed them.

"Are you kidding?" Daphne gasped.

"No, it took me a while to learn how to do it, but I love it! Sometimes he cums in my mouth!"

"YOU LIAR! That's disgusting! EWW!" Daphne said.

Amber laughed. "It is NOT disgusting! Well, it can be, but not if you do it right. I like it. You will too! I'd love to watch you give my dad head! I can tell he's hot for you!"

"Amber, hush! He is your dad! He's my uncle!"

"So? That makes it more interesting!" Amber grinned.

"Why?"

"Because it's, like, incest. Taboo. Forbidden! Don't tell me you never thought about doing your brother!"

"Amber! No!" she lied.

"Well, I would fuck him in a New York minute!" she smiled. When she saw the grimace on Daphne's face she laughed and said, "Come on, Daphne. Lighten up. It's just fantasy! Tell me the truth; haven't you thought about being with Daddy?"

"Amber! You just told me you didn't think of him that way!" Daphne observed, thinking that this conversation had gotten way off the rails.

"No, I didn't! I said I wouldn't do it. He's my DAD! Seriously, Daphne! But, I like to think about him being with OTHER people! Understand?"

Daphne was flabbergasted. "No, I don't understand. I've never thought of MY dad in that way AT ALL!"

"Oh I have! Your dad is WAY hot! Seriously, though, I think about Daddy with my mother. I would LOVE to watch them! And I fantasize about him being with other women, my friends...even YOU! And most of all, the hottest fantasy of all...would be my dad with YOUR mom!" Amber blabbered, excitedly.

"Oh my goodness, Amber! We don't need to talk about these things!" Daphne exclaimed. She got up to go back inside the condo, but realized that her nipples were tingling and she was extremely wet. Her cousin's mind was just so dirty -- and she just couldn't let her know how much she loved it!

A while later, when Amber came inside, Susan told her that Daphne wasn't feeling well and had laid down awhile. Amber crept into their room, took a shower and came back out to get dressed to go shopping.

"I'm awake, Amber. I just don't feel like going. I think that seafood is upsetting my stomach," she complained.

Amber sat on the bed and rubbed Daphne's arm. "I'm so sorry. It would be more fun if you went. I'm so glad you came with us. Daddy will take care of you while we're gone," she smiled. "I'm sorry I kinda got carried away today. I love you!"

A bolt of excitement shot through Daphne's body when Amber commented that her dad would take care of her. Presently, Amber left the room and Daphne could hear her and Susan bid their goodbyes to Uncle Al.

She got up quickly and donned the nightie that she had worn the previous evening, along with a pair of white bikini panties. She lay on the bed, but not under the covers, wondering what was next. Would he come into her room? Had he recognized the fact that she really wasn't sick and was making an excuse to be alone with him? Would he wait on her? What? Then she heard the shower running from the direction of Uncle Al's and Aunt Susan's bedroom. Of course. He hadn't showered since he came up from the beach.

Daphne was both nervous and excited. Would he try to have sex with her? She didn't think she was ready for that. Even though Daphne knew she was safe from pregnancy, she had always been taught that sex was for marriage only. In the last few months, as her sex drive had increased, she sometimes thought that she might agree to have sex with the right guy, under the right circumstances. Uncle Al, however, was not the right guy and these were not the right circumstances. She had enjoyed what they did last night, and she wanted more. She couldn't deny it -- but intercourse was off the agenda; it was in another universe from what had happened so far. She didn't know what she wanted to happen, exactly.

Her daydreams were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Daphne, you awake?"

It was him! She pulled her tiny nightie down, realizing now that it barely even came down below her crotch. It was transparent, anyway. She cleared her throat. "Yes. Come in," she croaked.

Uncle Al opened the door, dressed in a pair of very short, but somewhat baggy, swim trunks. He smiled and closed the door. He boldly allowed his eyes to drink in the lust-inciting sight of his 18 year-old niece.

"Daphne, did anyone ever tell you that you're sexy?" he smiled.

Oh he was so handsome! She tingled all over. Was he just going to stand there, looking at her? She felt her face flush. "No," she whispered. "Who would it be? I've never even been on a real date."

"Well, you know...old guys like me sometimes say stuff like that -- probably when we shouldn't. Teachers, your parents' friends, neighbors... Nobody, huh?" he asked as he sat on the foot of the bed, picked up one of her feet and began to stroke it, lightly.

"No. Nobody," she said nervously.

"Well, let me be the first. You are extremely sexy. You remind me of your mother when she was around your age. She wasn't as tall as you, but she had a good body like you do," he said in a low, conversational tone.

"I always thought I was skinny," she replied, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Slender, not skinny. Slender, my dear, is very sexy," he said as his hand now traveled to her calf. "You definitely have your mother's legs," he said as he continued to stroke her calf up to her knee.

Daphne couldn't think of anything but the feel of his hands on her leg. Little shivers coursed from where he touched her to her breasts and between her legs. She was so nervous that she didn't think she was getting wet, but she knew that was just a matter of time. She desperately tried to think of something to say.

She just uttered the first thing that came to her mind. "You played with my mother's legs?"

Al smiled and looked into her face. "On occasion, yes. I always thought she was so beautiful and, even though she was my little sister, if I had the opportunity, I stroked her legs. It's not that much different from when I rubbed suntan oil on you the other day. I guess I'm opportunistic," he laughed.

"You really got opportunistic last night," she whispered.

"Yes. And we both enjoyed it. If we hadn't, we wouldn't be here right now." He looked directly into her eyes. "Am I correct, Daphne?"

She nodded. "I guess," she shrugged.

Uncle Al stood, came around the bed, and lay down. He lay on his left side. She turned onto her right. As they gazed into each other's faces, Al stroked her cheek. "You are so sexy, Daphne," he whispered. "Is it okay for me to say that?"

"Yes. Because you're my favorite Uncle," she blurted as his hand strayed to her upper chest.

"And you're my favorite girl," he whispered as he leaned forward and touched his lips to her forehead.

"What about Amber?" she reminded him. She had noticed that he looked at Amber in a most "unfatherly" way when she was in her swim suit or dressed for bed. She wondered if he had ever tried to touch her inappropriately.

"Amber is a beautiful girl, but she's my daughter. But she is a very special girl, too."

"I'm your niece."

"That's not in the same category. Is it wrong? Perhaps. But...here we are." He reached and barely touched one of her nipples through the thin material. He stroked it ever so lightly.

Daphne swallowed and closed her eyes for a second. "That feels good," she gasped.

He extended both arms and began to lightly stroke both her nipples. "Daphne, do you like this?"

She nodded. It was sublime! She couldn't help but think of what it would feel like to allow her twin brother to touch her like this. Could it possibly feel better than this?

Then he very lightly tweaked one of her nipples with just the slightest of pressure. She moaned, softly.

"Daphne?" he whispered, never taking his eyes from hers.

"You're touching your niece's breasts," she panted.

"And my niece likes it."

"Yes. Does that make it more exciting?" she asked, quivers of delight coursing through her body. Not only was she becoming extremely turned on, but she was feeling more relaxed as well.

"For me, absolutely," he whispered. "What about you?"

"It's taboo, isn't it?" she said, breathlessly.

"Deliciously taboo, Daphne. You are so forbidden. That drives me wild."

"I'm only 18. That's taboo, too," she gasped as he continued to barely stroke and tweak her nipples.

"Yes, Daphne. You're everything I'm not supposed to even want," he smiled.

She was aware that her panties were now soaking wet. She anticipated that, at some point, he would touch her there. She loved the slow pace at which he was going, but she couldn't wait to feel his fingers on her again, as they had been last night!

Uncle Al gently took her hand and guided it downward, pressing it against his erection. "This is what you do to me, Daphne," he whispered. "Have you ever felt of a man's cock before?"

She was shocked at his words, but she squeezed gently, amazed at how big around it was. Sure, it was covered by his swim trunks, but it felt bigger around than a banana! He took her hand and moved it to the base and then slowly up the length of it. She thought she might pass out. It was definitely LONGER than a banana! He must be hung like Mr. Jones' stud horse!

"Stand here by the bed, Daphne," he directed her, as he sat up.

She obediently crawled off the bed and stood before him. She was still nervous but loved the way his eyes were roving over her trim figure. She was so aroused by him, but knew that he was also aroused by her, and that thrilled her like nothing ever had. She didn't care if he was turned on because she was related to him or because she was just a young girl. The reason didn't matter. She felt a power that she had sometimes felt with Doug, but to a lesser extent. She knew that her Uncle was really controlling this situation.

Uncle Al whispered, "Take the nightie off for me, Daphne."

For him! Her nipples and clit were pulsing with excitement. Even though he could see through the flimsy nightie, she was about to reveal her young body to a man -- a man that she had long admired for his intelligence, his humor, but most of all how impossibly handsome and masculine he was! She gathered the hem of the nightie, tugged it over her head, and dropped it in the floor. She stood uncertainly before him, naked except for her panties, obviously wet from her secretions. She eagerly sought his eyes, coveting his approval.

Uncle Al reached and touched her wet panties, dragged his fingers slowly upward, and gently took her clit between his forefinger and thumb, through the wet material. He applied the tiniest amount of pressure. The pleasure was overwhelming; she thought she might pass out and reached a hand to his shoulder to steady herself. She watched him draw his hand back, as he looked intently into her eyes and put his wet fingers into his mouth, sucking her juices from his fingers, and then swallowing.

"Drop your panties, Daphne. Show your uncle your beautiful body," he whispered.

When she did so, without hesitation, he softly wolf-whistled. "Oh Daphne, I've rarely in my life ever seen a girl as stunningly sexy as you!"

"Aunt Susan?" she croaked, suddenly hoping that he wasn't talking about Amber. Not only would that be really out of bounds, but it would make her insanely jealous.

He smiled. "Actually I was talking about your mother," he said calmly.

"What? You saw Mom naked?" Suddenly she felt as if she wanted to get dressed and leave.

"Many times, Daphne. I thought...I still think she is the sexiest girl I've ever known." He reached for her and, as he lay back, he gathered her into his arms. She lay on top of him, totally naked; he still had his swim trunks on but she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach and between her legs. It felt like a baseball bat!

She pushed herself up and looked into his face, still flustered from what he was saying about her mother. "Susan is like a beauty queen!" she said. "Mom is just...Mom!"

"Susan is beautiful, for sure, Daphne. But do you remember that word, taboo, that we discussed the other night? Your mother is my little sister." He pulled her cheek down next to his, and whispered in her ear, "Nothing is as exciting as that, Daphne."

Daphne felt him place his hands on her bare bottom. It felt so good, but what he was saying about her mother was both disturbing and arousing -- arousing because it made her think of herself and Doug.

As his fingers traced her butt-crack, she panted, "Did you...did you..."

"Did we fuck? Is that what you're asking?"

"Yes. Did you do that?" she asked, incredulously.

He smiled and nodded. "We made love, Daphne. There's a difference," he said as he rolled her over to her back. "But yes, we did. Many, many times."

Daphne watched, wide-eyed, as he pushed his swim trunks down and off. His fully erect penis sprang from his loins like a coiled snake. It was even longer and thicker than she had imagined. It looked every bit as big as the neighbor's horse's cock when he was breeding a mare! Her heart leaped; she thought she had never seen anything so magnificently beautiful, yet terribly frightening, in all her life. She noticed that the head was wet with a clear liquid. The shaft was crisscrossed with burgeoning veins. The head was very purple and looked smooth and swollen. Inexplicably, her mouth watered and she felt a spurt of her juices running down her thighs.

Uncle Al grasped his tumescent cudgel, showing it off to his young niece. She gasped and scooted away from him. "No, don't. I don't want to!" she cried.

"Relax, Daphne. We're not going to do THAT!" he smiled. "There are other ways of making love, Honey."

Daphne swallowed. "Did you really do it with my mom?" she asked, incredulously. She couldn't help but think of her own brother and how many times she had lustful thoughts about him. But she had never, ever thought that could ever be a possibility.

He smiled, mysteriously. "We made love, Daphne. Many times. Some call it fucking, but that really doesn't describe how we felt about each other." He lay down on his side, pulled her to him, and kissed her neck tenderly. It felt so good, but she was now very nervous because of the leviathan waving around between his legs.

He kissed her upper chest and she knew what he was about to do. She couldn't believe that she was allowing her uncle to do this...but he was just SO good looking and she just WANTED it so bad! She knew she didn't want intercourse. She didn't. But she loved THIS. Being naked with this beautiful man.

Then he ran his hand gently over one of her breasts and pushed up slightly. Looking in her eyes he breathed on her nipple, then ever so softly licked it. She shuddered.

"You like that, don't you Daphne?" he smiled.

She nodded.

He held her breasts in his hands, pushed them together, and began licking both nipples, his head going back and forth between them, his eyes glued to Daphne's. He stopped for a moment, still holding her breasts, smiling at her.

"I like it," she panted, but felt embarrassed to say it.

He took a nipple between his lips and pressed them together. She gasped with pleasure, so he did the other one, then suckled it.

"Oh that feels so good," she whispered. "Did Mama like this?" She couldn't believe she was bold enough to ask.

"Yes, Sweetie. She couldn't get enough of it. We couldn't get enough of each other!" He continued to lick and suck, and even bite her nipples until she was arching her chest to his mouth and her hand was in his hair, guiding him, moaning her approval.

He scooted up and placed his hands on both sides of her face. He kissed her deeply and was gratified that she thrust her tongue into his mouth. He sucked it and then thrust his own into her mouth, in and out. She moaned and thrust her hips upward, involuntarily. She was hot as fire, he knew. He could do anything he wanted to her. It was a good thing, he thought, that he cared about her and wouldn't do anything at all to hurt her. That included taking her virginity.

Then he moved down her body and began to kiss her tummy. He licked around the perimeter of her navel, then prodded it with his tongue, sucking at it, causing her to thrust her hips toward his mouth in anticipation of what she hoped he would do.

Daphne remembered what Amber had said about guys giving her oral sex and she was anxious to experience it herself. Her uncle kissed down her tummy until he reached the tuft of her pubic hair. Then he took her bottom in his big hands. He looked up at her beautiful face. She was panting, her head raised to watch what he was doing. He dipped his head and kissed the inside of her thighs, slurping her juices that had run down them. Then he positioned himself with his mouth just inches from her wet little pussy. He could see droplets of her juices on her labia and her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

As she gazed down at her uncle's handsome face, she saw him inhale. Involuntarily, she moaned. Then she saw him lean forward and, gazing up at her, lovingly dragged his tongue from her opening, up her crease, almost to her clit.

She reflexively tried to arch her hips toward him, but he had her bottom firmly in his hands. "Ohhhh my goodness!" she breathed. Then he did it again. She threw her head back convulsively, certain that nothing had ever felt this good in her life. She raised her head again and watched as he very carefully touched the tip of his tongue to her clit.

"OHHHH, Uncle Al!" she groaned.

She felt as if she would hyperventilate. Her breath came raggedly, causing her breasts to bounce. She knew she was totally out of control. She continued to try to heave her crotch toward his face, but he had her bottom firmly in his grasp.

Then he opened his mouth and placed it over the hood of her clit, and then closed it. He swiped his tongue gently around it and suckled ever so lightly.

"Oh FUCK!" she yelled. She couldn't remember ever having said that word to an adult in her life, and she hadn't meant to say it now! She sat up, leaning on her elbows, wanting to watch the lewd spectacle of her own uncle sucking her virginal pussy.

He increased his suction slightly and flicked her clit with his tongue as he sucked. "OHHHH, I'm going to CUMMM!!" she screamed. "Don't stop!" she yelled as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

As her orgasm began to grip her, she could feel his strong hands pulling her deeper into his pleasure-giving mouth. She pushed herself up further, now leaning back on her hands. She felt cramps in her thighs, calves and even her abdominal muscles as she arched her body off the bed, moving her hips in a circular motion, as if to screw herself further into his mouth. She pinched one of her nipples and tightened her grip on his hair, pushing his face against her spasming pussy.