Uncle/Niece/Dad/Daughter Dance Ch. 02

Lydia visits her Uncle Bill for financial help and to ask him a question.

Continued from Chapter 01:

"I love you, Elizabeth. I've always loved you," he said out of the blue while looking up from in-between my legs.

As if I was sexually fantasizing him saying that he loved me, his eyes were filled with love. As if I was dreaming about him licking my pussy while fingering my pussy, his face glistened with my vaginal secretions. I ran my fingers through his wavy, dark hair while basking in the sexual pleasure of his long, stiff fingers fucking me and wide, wet tongue licking me.

As if I was the man and he was the woman, I put both my hands behind his head and pulled him forward. As if his face was my washcloth, I rubbed my wet pussy all over his face. Not wanting to say anything in response to him telling me that he loved me and had always loved me, I couldn't help myself from telling him how I felt too."

'Wow,' thought Lydia lifting her skirt and sticking her hand inside of her bikini panties to finger her already wet honeypot.

"I love you too, William. I've always loved you," I said.

I said the words as if I was hearing someone else say those words. Just as I couldn't believe he told me that he loved me and had always loved him, I couldn't believe that I told him that I loved him and had always loved him too. Thinking that this was just a one-time sexual thing, I suddenly felt real love for my husband's brother.

Then, just as I was ready to cum, just as I was ready to scream my sexual delight, denying me the orgasmic pleasure as if sexually teasing me, he stopped eating me and mounted me. I was so wet for him, much wetter than I've ever been for his brother, my unappreciative and ungrateful husband. Needing him to make love to me, I so wanted to feel him inside of me. I couldn't wait for him to bury his cock in my soaking wet cunt.

I couldn't wait for him to hump me. I was so ready for him to make love to me before fucking me. I couldn't wait for him to pound my pussy and drive his stiff prick deep inside me. It had been months since I felt Charlie's half-hard cock inside of me and now it was Bill's turn to claim my pussy as his own with his weapon of a big dick. If Charlie didn't want me, his brother, William, surely did.

Starting out slow, he slowly humped me before humping me harder and faster, and I returned his humps in kind. Thank God he was wearing a condom. God only knows when and how he put that on, but I was so sexually excited that I would have allowed him to cum inside of me without wearing a condom. What a mess that would have been had I been impregnated by Bill and not by Charlie, and if Lydia was Bill's daughter instead of my husband's child? Only, with Bill looking so very much like his brother, no one would ever suspect or know that Bill was the father.

In a moment of madness, we both had done something so very forbidden, a trusted wife having sex with her husband's brother and a trusted brother having sex with his brother's wife, how could we but we did. Figuring this was my one and only chance to have my wicked, sexual way with my brother-in-law, going all the way, I slid half down the length of the bed to take Bill in my hand before taking him in my mouth. I wanted to blow him. I needed to suck his big cock. I wanted nothing more than for him to cum in my mouth and to swallow his cum.

Unlike how I felt about not wanting to give my fat, hairy husband oral sex, I couldn't wait to suck his brother. In the way that I felt about my brother-in-law, instead of feeling like a wife and a mother one day, I felt like a depraved cocksucker now. Right now, I couldn't wait for him to cum in my mouth. I couldn't wait to taste him and to swallow his cum. I felt like such a wicked whore blowing my husband's brother but I didn't care. My brother-in-law told me that he loved me and I told him that I loved him too.

Maybe had I known that I'd to be pregnant with Lydia one day, that would have stopped me from having sex with my husband's brother. I don't know. I seriously doubted that I would. Besides, it was two-years before I was to get pregnant with Lydia. Moreover, I had been lusting over Bill for years, since the first day I met Charlie's brother.

Looking back on the memory of not only having sex with Bill but also telling him that I loved him was a freeing experience. Only, I couldn't help but feel how Jessica Lange must have felt cheating behind her husband's back when having an affair with Jack Nicholson in The Postman Rings Twice. Just as I knew what I did was wrong, even though we told one another that we loved each other, I knew that nothing would come of it. I knew it was a one-time thing and nothing more than a summer fling. Having sex with Bill was something that I needed to get out of my system so that I could move forward with my life as my husband's wife.

Sucking Bill while stroking him, it didn't take him very long for him to ejaculate a huge load of warm cum in my mouth. I swallowed him and licked his stiff cock clean as if he was my husband instead of my brother-in-law. We remained like that holding one another as if in shock by what happened and by what we did.

After he made love to me, as if we were on our Honeymoon, he fucked me. He fucked me hard, much harder than Charlie had ever fucked me. A sexual marathon, we made love and fucked for nearly two hours. Then, when we finished, with us both in a ball of sweat, we stayed there like that holding one another and not talking. What was there to say? We had already confessed to one another how we felt.

We showered together and fucked again in the shower. With my head bumping the shower wall, he turned me around, bent me over, and fucked me like the dirty, bitch of a dog that I was. The sex we had was glorious and the best sex I ever had. He nearly gave me an orgasm with his mouth and with his fingers. He gave me my first orgasm while having intercourse and he gave me a second orgasm with his cock buried deep in my cunt in the shower. Our little secret, we never spoke of what happened, not even to one another."

'Oh, my God,' thought Lydia. 'My Mom sucked and fucked Uncle Bill. Way to go Mom. Oh, my God. My Uncle Bill licked and fucked my mother. Way to go Uncle Bill.'

Chapter 02:

After reading what her mother wrote in her diary about the sexual affair she had with her brother-in-law, Lydia's uncle, Lydia would never look at her mother or at her Uncle Bill the same way. She'd forever think of her mother immorally and immodestly standing before her husband's brother naked with her arms by her side when Uncle Bill barged into her bedroom without knocking. Now, whenever she saw them together or one or the other, she'd think of them having sex. Whenever she saw them, one or the other, and especially when standing together, she'd think of them naked.

She'd think of them kissing, French Kissing. She'd think of her uncle touching, feeling, groping, and fondling her mother's naked body in places where only her father should touch, feel, grope, and fondle her mother's naked body. While licking and fingering her pussy, she'd think of Uncle Bill eating her mother's pussy. She now had images she could never remove from her mind.

As if cursed to think of them having incestuous sex, she'd think of them making love before fucking, and her mother cumming. She'd think of her mother sucking Uncle Bill's prick. She'd think of Uncle Bill cumming in her mother's mouth, and her mother swallowing his cum. Never could she take another shower at her mother's house without her thinking of her uncle fucking her mother in the shower.

'Oh, my God, I shocked,' she thought. 'I can't believe my mother had a sexual affair with Daddy's brother.'

Being that she was home for the summer and armed with this new insightful information about the sexual relationship her mother had with her uncle, she did something she ordinarily wouldn't have done. Excited to see Uncle Bill again, especially after discovering this sexual revelation, she went to see her uncle. Like mother like daughter, in the way that her mother had flirted with and sexually teased her uncle, she needed to flirt and sexually tease him too. Like mother like daughter, in the way that her mother was a whore, she was on her way to being a whore too.

The last time she saw her Uncle Bill was five-years ago when she 14-years-old and had just graduated from junior high school. Now, when she sees her uncle, she'd be thinking of him naked. Now, when she sees her uncle, she'd be thinking of him giving her hot, orgasmic sex in the way that he gave her mother, hot, orgasmic sex. Now when she sees her uncle, she'd be thinking that he could have been her father. For sure, she'd never flirt with him and sexually tease him if he was her father but she wouldn't mind seeing how far she could sexually go with her uncle.

Nonetheless her sexual wickedness and incestuous horniness, with her mother having sex with him now always in the back of her mind and regardless of her thinking about having sex with her uncle, she needed to earn some money. If nothing else, as her pretense to see her uncle, maybe he needed some help around the house. There were lots of chores that she could do that a man wouldn't like or want to do. If nothing else, in addition to doing chores around his house, as her pretense to earn some money, maybe she'd have sex with him too.

Long since divorced, maybe he'd be willing to pay her a few dollars to do some cooking and cleaning, she certainly could use the money. Maybe he'd pay her few dollars to do his laundry and ironing. Maybe he'd pay her money to see her naked and to have sex with him. Besides, there was something personal she needed to ask him. Only before she asked him such a personal question, with her not as close to him as she once was, she needed to get to know him again first.

Being that she was an exhibitionist, and with her looking much like her mother, she wondered if her uncle would be as sexually interested in having sex with her as he was sexually interested in having sex with her mother. In the way that her mother had seduced her brother-in-law by sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him, perhaps Lydia could seduce her uncle by sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him too. In the way that she had flashed so very many men bits and pieces of her sexy and shapely body, playing him for money, she imagined flashing Uncle Bill bits and pieces of her sexy and shapely body too.

Like mother like daughter, after reading her mother's diary, now she was more than sexually curious about her uncle. Now that she read her mother's diary, she wondered how sexually exciting it would be to have sex with her uncle. She wondered if he liked big tits. After reading her mother's description of her uncle's big cock, she'd love to experience his hard prick herself. Besides with payback for living with her drunken mother for years, how delicious would it be for her to have sex with her mother's old lover?

'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'Do I dare suck and fuck my Uncle Bill in the way that my mother sucked and fucked my father's brother?'

Obviously, she was angry at her mother for subjecting her to their arguments, to her drunkenness, and for exposing her to the wild, sexual, pool parties her mother had with her husband's friends and their neighbors. Obviously, she wanted to get back at her mother for ruining her childhood. Like mother like daughter, what better way to shame her mother than to have sex with Uncle Bill? What better way to get back at her father by having sex with his brother?

'Payback is a bitch, bitches,' she thought when one day telling her drunken, whore of a mother and her asshole of a father that she had sex with Uncle Bill too.

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When she pulled her car in front of his house, she saw him from the street. She sat in her car watching him while fingering her pussy through her panties beneath her short skirt and while fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra. He looked a little older but, irrespective of a few gray hairs and a few more wrinkles, he looked how she remembered him. What is it with men? Where women must wear a foundation and more makeup to appear more youthful, while watching everything they eat and/or drink, men always look better as they age no matter what they eat and/or drink.

As soon as she saw her uncle working in the garden, as if she was a man unzipping his fly to expose his cock, she quickly and discreetly loosened the tops of her bra straps before pulling in his driveway. Getting ready for some fun filled, flashing action, now with her wearing a low-cut top along with a loose-fitting bra, having practiced this move in her mirror before, she was ready to flash him. She knew that as soon as she leaned forward that she'd not only be flashing him her cleavage and bra but also she'd be flashing him her nipples and areolas too.

With her so busty and her breasts big enough to completely fill her bra cups, unlike women with smaller breasts, she'd never flash him her areolas and nipples unless she loosened her bra straps. He wouldn't be the first man nor the last man she seduced by flashing him her naked breasts. What man doesn't love tits, especially big tits? All men love tits. She never met a man who wasn't enamored with her big breasts. In addition to flashing him most of her breasts, on the pretense of helping him with his garden, she imagined squatting down in front of him and flashing him her panties too.

She pulled in the circular driveway, made the turn, and stopped her driver's side door directly in front of him. In readiness to flash him, now, when she opened her door and alighted from her car with her legs spread and from his squatting angle, he'd be rewarded with the view of her bright, white, bikini panties. If only he knew she was deliberately flashing him her panty covered pussy, wouldn't he be surprised?

Now that she was here on the verge sexually teasing and erotically enticing her Uncle Bill by flashing him her panties and tits, she couldn't help but wonder about her mother. Maybe her mother was an exhibitionist too. Maybe knowing that he'd come upstairs looking for her and would open her bedroom door without knocking, maybe she deliberately flashed her naked body to her brother-in-law. Maybe exhibitionism was something hereditary and something that she sexually inherited from her mother.

A move she had practiced many times when getting out of her car at the mall or at the supermarket, she best timed her move to flash unsuspecting men her panties. With the men thinking that they were at the right place and at the right time, they had no idea that she had deliberately flashed them. Now she was using the same sexually, flashing technique on her uncle.

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"Hi, Uncle Bill," said Lydia calling attention to her flashing show by waving to him from her open car window.

Still down on his knees, he was out back doing something with gardening tools and she was at the end of the circular driveway and in plain sight of him. He looked like a fish out of water digging in the dirt. In readiness of her unveiling of her panties to him, she hiked her short skirt all the way up to her crotch before opening her car door. Then, when she opened her car door and swiveled out her long, shapely, sexy legs, as if she was Paris Hilton or Britney Spears alighting from a limousine without wearing panties, she gave her uncle a clear view of her bright, white panties.

When he looked at her, with her looking so very much like her mother at her age, he looked at her as if seeing a ghost. She imagined that she evoked a vision of her mother, Elizabeth, when Uncle Bill turned to her. Then, obviously already enjoying the show of seeing his niece's panties, his eyes bugged out of his head and his mouth fell open. His eyes fell from her face to the in-between her legs view she was deliberately giving him before he looked up at her face again with a big smile.

"Lydia? Little Lydia? Is that you? Oh, my God," he said standing from his knees. "I haven't you since your Junior High School graduation. You were so skinny and now look at you. You're so...shapely," he said.

He stared at her huge D cup, blouse and bra clad breasts while obviously undressing her with his eyes. He stared at her long, shapely legs as she got out of the car and stood in front of him. No doubt choosing his words carefully, he probably wanted to say that she looked so sexy instead of saying that she looked so shapely. Along with flashing her uncle her panties, she flashed him a sexy smile.

"Thanks, Uncle Bill for your compliment," she said.

Then, his leering stare dissolved when he looked at her with guilt instead of with lustfulness.

"I always felt guilty about not making your high school graduation but I was out of town on business," he said.

Denying him anymore flashes of her panties, she gave him a big smile while standing and fluffing down her short, skirt. Now, after reading her mother's diary, she wondered if her father found out about the affair or if her mother told him that she had sex with his brother during one of her drunken arguments. Perhaps that was why Uncle Bill stopped coming to the house. Perhaps he was no longer welcomed there. Perhaps that's why he hadn't attended her high school graduation.

"Thank you for my high school graduation gift. I sent you a thank you card," she said.

He stared at her as if she was standing there in her bra and panties. He stared at her as if she was topless or naked. He stared at her in the way that Lydia imagined him staring at her mother when he opened her bedroom door without knocking and she was naked. Having a hard time envisioning it, she struggled to believe that Uncle Bill saw her Mom naked. Having a difficult time imagining it, she struggled to believe that they had sex.

"God, you look just like your mother when she was your age," he said staring at her in the same way that she imagined him staring at her mother so long ago. "How old are you? Eighteen?"

He looked at her with lust in the way a much older man would look at a much younger woman who wasn't of age and who was jail bait.

"I'm nineteen and I'll be twenty-years-old in a couple of weeks," she said wondering if he'd buy her a birthday gift now that they reconnected.

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Now she knew why her mother never invited Uncle Bill to the house. In the way that he was staring at her, seemingly undressing her with his eyes, Uncle Bill obviously had a sexual appreciation or a sexual perversion for young, sexy women. No doubt, with her looking so much like her mother with her clothes, perhaps he wondered if she looked as much like her mother without her clothes. Now that she knew that he was sexually attracted to her in the way that he was sexually attracted to her mother, she'd be using that against him to get what she wants. Like mother like daughter, not one to be used and abused by men, her mother didn't raise no dummy.

Yet, like mother like daughter, had she not read what happened between her mother and her Uncle Bill, not only wouldn't she have believed it but also she never would have done what she was about to do. Daring herself to do this as soon as she saw him, it was now or never. She walked to him, threw her arms around his neck and, as if he was her husband returning home from war, while pressing her full pelvis to pelvis body up against him, she kissed him full on the lips.

She shocked him but she didn't shock him enough for him to forget what she was doing. Yet, seemingly forgetting that she was his niece and perhaps thinking that she was some woman he picked up in the bar for the night, he rested his hand on the top of her shapely hip. Had he lowered his hand just a few more inches, he'd be groping her shapely ass in the palm of his hand.