0 comments/ 184322 views/ 11 favorites A Family Thanksgiving By: Echt Brummbaer The house was crowded. My brother, Buck, down from KC, his daughters over from Germany, my daughter in town with my grandson and of course my wife and all the dogs. Even in an oversized Victorian, the place was full to the brim. Arrangements had been made for everyone to have a place to sleep and it looked like we had things pretty well under control, or so I thought. Buck and I had a lot of catching up to do and so spent Wednesday evening talking, drinking sour mash, and smoking Garcia Vegas. By eleven in the evening the living room was full of smoke, BS, and fond memories. Toward the end of the evening, I commented on how well his girls had grown up. As different as night and day but both alluring young women. Ashley was tall, slim and narrow in the waist, with long auburn hair, while Sandra was a little shorter and fuller of figure with beautiful tight curls that surrounded her head like a halo. Buck agreed and further commented on how hard it was for a divorced dad like himself to watch them grow up with so little input from him. All I could do was shake my head in commiseration. After the last shot of sour mash, we headed up to bed. My wife and I had had separate bedrooms for nearly ten years. I had been badly injured in an accident and even after I healed things had never been the same. Somehow we had drifted apart and lived more like brother and sister than husband and wife. The sleeping arrangements that had been planned would put me in her bed for the first time in almost four years. I wondered how it would go. It didn't take long for me to find out. Not good. Despite the crowding, my wife insisted on having her "puppies" in her bed. After a half hour of shoving, pushing and even some growling, I gave up and left for the couch downstairs. I grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet and made myself a comfortable nest on the couch. Although I had thought I was tired, I soon realized that I was wide awake and so turned on the TV to watch some late night crap. As I lay watching a talk show fool I began to think of the good looking women in my house, only one floor up. Which led me to finding my dick and begin a slow sensual hand job for myself. As my interest grew, I realized that there was no good reason I couldn't reward myself with a triple x rated pay-per-view. After a quick review of the available films, I settled on one and began watching with the volume turned low. Soon I had a raging hard-on and was beginning to wonder if I would even make it through the first few scenes before blowing my load. That's when I heard the stairs creak. I quickly changed channels and covered up my crotch with a spare pillow. Odd, no more sounds. After at least five minutes, I decided it had been my guilty imagination and changed back to the film and began to reacquaint my self with my cock. As I slowly pulled my dick, savoring each stroke, I realized I was not alone. Looking over the back of the couch, I saw my niece Ashley standing there in a very cute and minimal teddy. Her young breasts were clearly visible through the thin material and her nipples were hard and protruding. As I lowered my gaze, I saw that she had her hand deep inside the skimpy bottom of her sleep wear. Her finger was moving in a languorous circle directly over her clit. I raised my eyes to her face and saw her typically sly vixen smile. "Don't stop, Uncle Dave. I watched as she removed her hand from her panties and raised a glistening finger to her lips. She raised her eyebrows as she slowly placed her wet finger in her mouth. She removed it with a small popping sound and smiled at me. "Okay", I replied and then looking her straight in the eye, I grabbed my cock at it's base and slowly squeezed upward, creating a thick bubble of pre-come that flowed out onto my fist. "Would you like a taste?" I asked. Like the lady she was, she answered, "Yes, please!" I raised my sticky fist up to her and she bent over the back of the couch to lick it clean. "Do you want to watch the film with me", I asked. She didn't say a word but instead came around the couch, sat down even with my crotch, lay down and snuggled up to me with her back pressing against me. I lay my arm over her to help her stay on the couch and also managed to grasp her firm breast in my hand. We lay there quietly for several minutes, watching the action on the screen, while I moved my hand up and down the length of her slim figure, marveling at the tautness of her skin and it's silken texture. Ashley moved languidly in my embrace, savoring my touch. I pressed my beard into her neck and felt her first tighten and then relax completely. Her hands moved down and rolled her panties off of her hips and onto her thighs. Then one petite hand reached back and grasped my cock, guiding it between her legs. I must admit for one brief moment I thought of what I was about to do and then like any other male, I pressed my cock into her slit. Oh, God, the pleasure as I sank deep into her. I had thought that I was the one in control, so imagine my delight when she began a slow undulation on the couch, first pulling away and allowing my cock to reach the very outer lips of her cunt, and then easing back against me to our full depth. As our slow fuck continued, I could feel her body reacting to each of her backward thrusts. She was controlled and measured in each stroke but no less passionate. After a few minutes of our conjoined bliss, I felt her tighten and her breath quicken. She thrust back one more time and then froze in a magnificent orgasm. It was too much for an old man, and I began to spurt my juices deep into her. As she felt my hot cum flowing into her, she ground her hips against me while murmuring, "Uncle Dave, Uncle Dave, Uncle Dave." As I began to soften, I whispered in her ear, "Ashley, thank you for being good to an old man. She replied, "No, thank you, for giving me my first good fuck in months. -To Be Continued- A Family Thanksgiving Ch. 02 Despite the late hours, I woke at my usual time of 6:30. I lay on the couch for a bit, remembering the events of just a few hours before. There was no sense of unreality to it. The wet stickiness around my crotch left no doubt of what had transpired. Ashley had left sometime in the early hours but the little vixen had left her pajama bottoms wrapped around my cock! I got up and made coffee and set out a pan of sweet rolls to go in the oven a bit later. I knew that I was in a house of late sleepers and so decided to take a quick shower before anyone else was up. Despite the size of our old Victorian house, it has only one full bath up on the second floor. I quietly went upstairs, avoiding the steps that creaked as I went. I had laid in a supply of fresh clothes and underwear in my office and knew that I wouldn't be bothered as long as I went straight from the shower to the office. I went straight to my office and stripped off my shorts and t-shirt from the night before and hurried into the bathroom. The house has settled over the past hundred years or so to the point that the door latches in most of the upstairs don't latch completely and the bathroom is no exception. However, everyone knew that if the bathroom door was closed, the facilities were in use, so I gave the door an extra tug and then turned the shower on. In only a few minutes I was luxuriating in the warm spray, feeling every muscle loosen under the beat of the water. As I soaped down, I gave my cock a few tugs, more from habit than any real desire, but as I did so, memories of Ashley leapt into my head and my cock began to harden for the second time in 24 hours. What a pleasure for an old man! As I began to stroke more in earnest, I heard a giggle. I looked through the clear shower curtain and saw Sandra standing there, nude and a picture of voluptuous, ripening womanhood. She grinned at me and said, "Mornin' Uncle Dave." "Mornin, yourself! What gets you up so early, Sandy?" "Ashley told me about you and her last night, and I thought I would see for myself what she was bragging about." "Bragging?" "Yep, she said you had a nice thick cock and I wanted to check it out. It's all that she said it was." "I'm glad that you approve," I grinned. Is there room in there for two?" Always room for you Sandy" She shoved back the shower curtain just enough to get in without making a mess and stepped into the shower. She playfully shoved me out of the stream of water and ducked her head under the water. The tight curls on her head immediately glistened under the water's torrent. Turning to face me, she smiled and began to move her hands up and down her body from her pleasantly plump belly up to her firm rounded breasts and back down again. Her nipples were hard brown raisins in pools of dark pink. Her narrow waist accented her full womanly hips, while her belly was crested by a thick thatch of pubic hair that was even curlier than the locks on her head. After a moment or so, she turned her back to me and bent over at the waist. What a view! She had one of those perfect cunts with full thick lips but a slight gap between her legs. She reached back between her legs and spread her pussy lips wide, showing me the coral pink of her inner lips. I watched mesmerized as she slowly moved her index finger up and down her slit. I was nearing the limits of my control. I moved forward and pressed my cock against her. That's when she surprised me by abruptly standing up and turning around. She placed her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her and nuzzled her face close to my ear. "Sorry Uncle Dave, I'm still a virgin . . . and plan to stay that way." My heart dropped and a catch developed in my throat. God, what had I been thinking! That's when she whispered again, "But I love to swallow!" Immediately, my cock surged against her belly. As the water poured over our heads, I caught her upper lip between my teeth and teased and tugged gently, slowly allowing my tongue to join hers. The trickles of water across our faces mingled with her tears of joy. As our long slow kiss ended, she slipped down the length of my body, sinking slowly to her knees. She gently took hold of my cock, as though it were some priceless toy and began to slowly work the foreskin back and forth in minute increments. I watched with anticipation as she lowered the pink tip of her tongue to the tip of my cock and began teasing by running just the very tip of her tongue over the head of my cock. My cock was jumping involuntarily with each pass. Sandy looked up at me with her pale blue eyes and smiled. "You're hard to catch, Uncle Dave." I mumbled that I was sorry and tried to control the twitching in my groin. She giggled as she grabbed my cock at it's very base and held it firmly, lowering her open lips to it's head. I groaned in exquisite pleasure as she roiled her tongue over the head of my cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, she consumed inch after inch of my cock into her throat until her nose was buried deep in my pubic thatch. When she had my full length in her throat, she began a strange but wonderful cock massage with the back muscles of her throat and tongue. After a minute or more of this wonderful torture, she began to release my cock from her mouth, again moving away at a tormenting pace. When the tip of my cock was just at her lips, she swirled her tongue once again, and released me with a small pop. She smiled at me again, gave a throaty laugh and said, "I'm going to make you cum with only three strokes." I looked into her eyes and said, "I hope I can last that long." Again, she began the slow envelopment of my cock with first her lips, then her mouth, and finally her throat. Again, that strange massaging motion deep in her throat. I groaned like a man tormented. That was when she gently took hold of my balls and began to ever so lightly squeeze them. I ached in the most perverse way. Part pain, part pleasure and all new to me. When she suddenly thrust her finger into my ass, I arched my back and began to shoot a load of cum such as I hadn't felt in thirty years. As I stared at the ceiling of the shower, shaking uncontrollably, my knees near buckling, I knew that I was in the hands of a true master. After a few moments, Sandy stood up and hugged me close, nuzzling into my beard. I held her tightly, part passion, part need, feeling a mixture of emotions that were a maelstrom of shards of ideas, thoughts, questions, and a desire to have this moment forever. Sandy found my lips with hers and kissed me deeply, swirling her expert tongue against mine. For the first time in my life, I tasted cum. My cum, still hot, thick, and salty. What should have been repugnant was instead incredibly erotic. In my minds eye, I dreamed of a far away place where I could have this vixen forever. Sandy, sensing my mood, pushed me playfully away and smiled a gentle but sad smile. "Uh uh, Uncle Dave. This was just for fun. Gotta go now." And with that she stepped from the shower, grabbed my towel from across the wash basin, and left. After a long moment, I crumpled to the bottom of the shower, crying bitter tears for paradise lost. To Be Continued...