10 comments/ 101439 views/ 7 favorites Erin & Ryan By: JoseRick Erin had always been mature beyond her years and a good student, so she had just reached her 21st birthday when she completed her undergraduate studies at the local state college and was ready to transfer to the university to begin work on her Masters degree. Unfortunately, she hadn't yet figured out how to get rich while going to school, and so like most students, she was counting her pennies and looking for a cheap place to live. Fortunately for Erin, she also came from a family that was close, and had a relative she could count on for help in her new college town. Ryan, naturally, had known Erin since the day she was born and had watched her grow from a baby into the bright and lovely young lady she had become. He was more than willing to lend a hand in her education in any way he could, so when Erin asked if she could move in with him temporarily, he agreed to the idea without giving it a second thought. He had plenty of room, plenty of money, and since his divorce, was really looking forward to having someone around the house to talk to. Moving time came on a sweltering day in August, and Ryan drove his Ford Expedition to his brother's place to pick up Erin and her things. The big SUV would have plenty of room for even a college girl's stuff, and the two hour drive back to Ryan's place would give them a chance to catch up on each other's lives. Ryan had expected to work up a sweat loading the SUV in the late summer heat, but when he arrived he found to his surprise - and secretly to his delight - that it wasn't just the summer weather that was going to heat things up on the trip home. When he pulled into the driveway, Erin came bounding out of the house dressed for summer in shorts and a belly shirt and Ryan noticed for the first time that Erin wasn't a little girl any more. She'd become a sexy young coed with a tight, athletic body. Her long legs, firm abs, and perky breasts led Ryan's eyes at last to her beautiful face. Ryan had only a moment to take in the enticing view because Erin practically tackled him with a bear hug and a big, friendly kiss before he was even out of the Ford. He felt the beginnings of a familiar stirring within himself as he felt Erin's breasts pressing into him. "Settle down, pal," Ryan thought to himself, "she may be hot, but she's still your brother's daughter." As Erin let go of Ryan, she quickly bounced back a step, struck a pose and asked "How do I look, uncle?" "You look great, kiddo," Ryan answered. "I'm not a kid anymore, you know," she said with a smile. "Yeah, I noticed," he said, and notice he did. As Erin spun around like a runway model, Ryan couldn't help but notice that she looked just as great from behind as she did from in front. "I'd love to get my hands on that ass," he thought, and then once again chastised himself for the impure thought. "Hey, you're looking pretty good yourself, stud," Erin replied, giving Ryan's biceps a squeeze. Ryan wasn't sure, but that squeeze, the look in Erin's eye, and the sly grin on her face seemed like a little more than playful flirting on her part, but he brushed it off as wishful thinking and a side effect of his reaction to her hot little body. Now Ryan was no flabby, middle aged couch potato. He was the youngest of three brothers, and Erin's dad was the oldest, so despite Erin being college aged, Ryan was still in his early 30's and took pride in being athletic, active, and fit. He spent at least an hour a day on a bicycle to keep toned and played several sports for fun and fitness. He'd also been incredibly lucky financially. A computer programmer, he'd ridden the dot-com wave and sold the business he started in his basement before the bust. He invested the windfall wisely, and found himself independently wealthy at a very young age. The only place in which he had not found success was love. He had been married, but while his internet business had made him rich, it had taken a toll on his marriage. His wife of five years finally tired of the endless hours of work and left him. There was plenty of money to go around, but by the time he was able to leave work behind, she had moved on. Being a tech geek at heart, Ryan had found it hard to get back into the dating scene and still spent most weekend nights in front of the TV. Erin was almost the complete opposite of Ryan. Her good looks, great body, and outgoing personality had made her popular and she never lacked friends or attention from boys, but she had no success with money and was always flat broke. Ryan's financial wizardry was just the thing to help Erin get her life in order, and Erin's outgoing ways were just the thing to give Ryan's social life a kick start. Despite the heat, it wasn't long before Erin's things were loaded in the Expedition. Erin said her good-byes to her folks, and she hopped in with Ryan and they started off for his place. Both of them looked forward to the drive because the hours on the road would give them a nice chance to get to know each other again. Ryan filled Erin in on what he'd been up to lately. Since he sold his business he'd been making a good living on his investments and spent most of his time doing volunteer work, mentoring other new business owners, and just generally doing whatever interested him. He'd spent a lot of time traveling, and captivated Erin with his tales of adventures in exotic lands. It wasn't long, however, before the conversation turned to his love life. Unfortunately for Ryan, it had become a very short story. "We need to find you a good woman," Erin told Ryan. "You're a good woman," he shot back at her, laughing. This time it was Erin's turn to wonder if he was just being playful, or if he was really flirting with her. And although it disturbed her just as much as it did Ryan, she also felt a familiar stirring inside herself. "So how's your love life, Erin?" Ryan asked. "It's bad, Uncle," she said. "I get asked out all the time, but most of the guys my age are just interested in beer and sex. I like a party and a hot fuck as much as the next girl, but there's got to be more to life than beer, blow jobs, and screwing." Ryan was visibly startled by her blunt language, but also more than a little aroused, and decided to pursue the matter after taking a few seconds to regain his composure. "Really!" he said, deciding to be more direct himself. "Surely there must be a surplus of college age studs able to keep up even with a hot little number like you. Or are these guys always too drunk to get it up for you." "Uncle!" she cried, but before she could go on he said "Hey, you brought it up. So what's the deal with these guys?" "They just don't seem interested in anyone but themselves," she answered. "I put a lot of effort into pleasing a guy, but don't seem to get much back." "It sounds to me like you need a good man just as much as I need a good woman," he joked. "You're a good man," she said, and they both got a good laugh from her turning his corny line back on him. "It's getting hot in here, and the weather report shows no sign of this heat letting up soon" she said, changing the subject as she reached to turn the air conditioning up. She's right, he thought, it is getting hotter. But he wasn't thinking about the weather, and he hoped she wasn't thinking much about it either. The rest of the trip to his house was uneventful as the conversation turned to investments and class schedules and plans for the future, but Ryan couldn't help noticing each time he looked at her that the cold air in the SUV had turned her nipples into hard little thimbles. She caught him peeking and it pleased her to know that he was checking her out, but not nearly as much as it pleased her to see the bulge in his shorts grow larger each time he looked her over. At last they arrived. Ryan helped Erin unload her things from the Ford, gave her a brief tour of the big house, and helped her get settled into her new room just in time for dinner. They were both worn out from the drive and from loading and unloading Erin's things in the sweltering heat, so they decided to just go out for a couple of quick burgers. They got to know each other again, now as two adults instead of as the hard working uncle and gangly little girl they had been just a few short years earlier. Their dinner conversation was subdued, with none of the flirty undertones that had been present when they were driving back, and they turned in early, exhausted from the long day. Erin had moved in to stay. Ryan had given her a room, a car to drive, free run of the house, and even a small allowance so she wouldn't have to live like a pauper and could enjoy her college days a little. His time was consumed by watching his investments and planning his next vacation, a three week trip to Ireland. Her time was consumed by learning her way around the expansive campus, setting up class schedules, and generally getting ready for the start of school. Despite being in the same house together, they hadn't seen much of each other for a couple of days except at dinner. After two days of this, Erin went looking for Ryan in the big house, hoping to just chat and hang out together, but what she found was more than a chat. Ryan had gone to his study to check a few stock prices and catch up on the news on his computer, but had drifted off to surfing porn sites fairly soon after sitting at his desk. He was divorced, he hadn't been dating, he had a hot young coed living in his house, and he needed some relief. Within a matter of minutes he was rubbing his crotch through his shorts and his cock began to respond. A few minutes and a few downloads later, his cock had come alive and he was stroking it with a purpose. He wasn't exactly in a hurry and wanted to make the most even of jacking off, but this wasn't a prolonged love making session either. Eventually, despite himself, his thoughts drifted from the nameless porn queens spreading their legs on his computer screen to thoughts of his niece. He knew it was wrong, but couldn't help thinking about those hot little breasts, that sweet ass, and he wondered what it would be like to slip his now throbbing cock between her luscious lips or into her hot little pussy. Erin saw the dim glow from Ryan's study and walked up to the door, but came to a quick stop just outside the room. The door was ajar, and there she saw Ryan at his desk, stroking his cock while looking at porn sites on his computer. She knew she should just walk away, but couldn't take her eyes from her uncle. She had played with him, even flirted shamelessly and deliberately tried to tease him, but hadn't really thought of him as a man until that moment when she saw him gently stroking his cock. She wasn't even aware that her hand had drifted under her shirt and was gently stroking her breasts and toying with her nipples, and she couldn't stop herself from slipping her other hand into her panties and fingering her rapidly moistening pussy. Ryan had completely forgotten about the porn sites on his computer and lost himself in his incestuous dreams of his nubile niece. The more he thought of her, the hotter he got and the hotter the fantasy became. He imagined himself groping her ass, stroking her breasts, and sucking her nipples. He pictured himself sliding his pulsing cock into her mouth and could almost feel the sensation of her tongue swirling around the shaft as the head drove to the back of her throat. He wondered - no, he somehow knew she liked to swallow, but in his fantasy he knew she liked one thing even more. Erin was fingering herself hard while watching her uncle masturbate, and her knees nearly buckled when her thumb finally found its way to her clit. She was on the brink of orgasm, but noticed that her uncle was completely ignoring the computer screen. His eyes were closed, and he was whispering something to himself that she couldn't hear at first, but that she soon realized was her own name. "Erin, oh God, oh fuck, Erin," he said loud enough for her to hear him clearly. He was calling her name and furiously pumping his angry, red cock. Each time he said her name, it seemed to get even bigger, and his pumping seemed to become almost impossibly fast. Hearing him call her name put her over the edge, and she couldn't help but let out a groan as she came. "Ahhhh, God!" he heard as the pulsing in his loins reached their peak. He turned just in time to see her in the door - her shirt pulled up to completely reveal one hand massaging her breast while the other was down her shorts thrashing at her pussy. She'd been watching him and she'd enjoyed it. The massive wet spot on her shorts and the juices dripping down the insides of her thighs left no doubt about that, and when she came her orgasm overwhelmed her. She fell against the door frame and needed her free hand to catch herself, leaving her beautiful breasts to hang free. Despite having been seen jerking off by his niece, he couldn't stop himself, and as close as he was already, the sight of her playing with herself was more than enough to push him over the edge. "Erin!" he gasped as thick ropes of his come flew from his throbbing cock and landed all over his belly and chest. He sat staring at her, embarrassed at having been caught masturbating but too dumfounded to even put his cock back in his shorts when she stunned him yet again. She pulled her hand from her shorts and licked each finger clean, seeming almost mesmerized by her own pleasure and the scene in the study. His cock was rising fast, but before he could say a word, she seemed to snap out of her trance and bolted out of the room. He heard her footsteps trail down the hall and the door to her room slam shut. Ryan knew he had to talk to Erin, but he needed a few minutes to compose himself first. If nothing else, he at least needed to clean up the ribbons of come that were dripping from his belly and chest. As shocking and embarrassing as this scene had been to him, he couldn't help but be aroused by the thought of his nubile niece's stunningly hot body, and his cock began to swell when he relived the image of her furiously rubbing her pussy and finally licking her come from her fingers. But this was not the time to indulge in reliving a fantasy, it was a time to try to undo the damage that had probably been done between them. He loved Erin dearly and the last thing he wanted was for her to be alienated from him, either because she was embarrassed by what she saw him doing, or because she was embarrassed by what he saw her doing, or - if his worst fears were realized - because she was mortified by seeing him jerking off while thinking of her. He didn't know how long she had been watching before he saw her there, but it had surely been long enough for her to have heard him breathlessly calling her name. He needed time to think - even just a few minutes. He had to get a grip on what happened and to find a way to try to patch his relationship with Erin back together, so he decided to take a quick shower. It would give him a chance to clean up, clear his head, and find some way to approach Erin. The shower worked. It cleaned his body and cleared his mind. He realized that the only possible approach now would be to simply speak the truth, which wasn't really so bad, he rationalized. He'd been alone for several long years since his wife left, and unable to find any kind of sexual relief. When Erin moved in he had found her sexy and their casual flirting had let him forget that she was his niece. He would apologize not just for his indiscretion in having her walk in on him while he was relieving his pent up sexual frustration, but more importantly, for letting himself explore a terribly inappropriate fantasy. She was a smart and considerate young woman, and would surely understand and forgive him. She had to, Ryan hoped, because the alternatives were too hard for him to consider. Ryan dressed after his shower in a t-shirt and a comfortable old pair of sweats. He stopped in the kitchen and poured himself a stiff drink. He knew what he had to do was going to be embarrassing, even humiliating, and a little liquid courage would help him calm his nerves. He upended his drink and solemnly walked to her room. Arriving at her door, he gently knocked. "Erin," he said, "can we talk?" The door opened to reveal his niece looking very shy and sheepish. She had also showered and had changed out of the shorts and belly shirt she'd been wearing earlier and into a pair of frumpy looking sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Still, Ryan thought, even in a potato sack she'd be beautiful. "Come on in, Uncle," she said. Ryan walked in and they sat down on the edge of her bed, both of them looking like they were wondering where to begin. "I'm so, so, sorry, Uncle," Erin blurted out before Ryan could start. "I should never have walked in on you to begin with, and when I did and saw what you were doing, I should have just turned around and walked out, but when I saw you ... when I saw what ... well, you know, when I saw your, your..." "Oh, God, Uncle, this is so embarrassing," Erin sobbed. "When I saw you jerking... I mean playing... I mean, well, you know, masturbating, I just couldn't help myself. I know it's wrong, but you're so handsome and so sexy, and your... your... well, it's so, um, ah, big. Well, anyway, I just couldn't look away. And watching you m... um, doing that, it made me so horny, and it's been so long since I've been with a guy, and, well, I just got carried away. God, you must think I'm the biggest perv on earth to stand there and just watch you. Please," she gushed, "please tell me you don't hate me and want me to pack up and move out right now." Ryan sat for what seemed like an eternity in stunned silence. Not only was she not infuriated or repulsed by the idea of him jerking off and fantasizing about her, she was actually apologizing to him for having walked in on him. "Oh God," she cried, waking Ryan from his stupor, "you do hate me, don't you?" "No, oh my no, Erin," he said. "Please don't ever think that. It was just that what you said was so completely unexpected. I came in here with this big speech planned where I would be begging your forgiveness - not just for having been indiscreet in leaving my door ajar, but especially for having been thinking of you while - well, you know." An impish grin crossed her lips, "Oh, for God's sake Uncle just say it," Erin said, "masturbate, jerk off, jack off, play with yourself, stroke your cock, finger your pussy, whatever, if we can't get past just saying this stuff we'll be talking here all night and never make any sense at all." Ryan couldn't help but laugh, nor could Erin, and as they both roared over the absurdity of it they both felt all the tension slip away. They were both relieved. Relieved that they could at least talk - uncle to niece, niece to uncle - about watching each other masturbate, but more importantly relieved that seeing each other that way hadn't driven a wedge between them. "Erin," he said, "I'm just so relieved that you don't hate me and think I'm the biggest pervert on earth for having been thinking about you while I was jerking off. I know it seems sick - but it's been a long time since there's been a woman in the house, especially such a beautiful and sexy young woman, and I just haven't been able to keep thoughts of you out of my mind. Can you forgive me for being such a warped, dirty old man?" "Oh Uncle," Erin said, snuggling up next to him, "you're no pervert. It's completely normal to fantasize about someone when you are so close all the time. You're no more of a perv for thinking about me than I am for thinking about you. I know it's a big taboo to think about family sexually, but it's not like we were fucking or something. It was just some harmless masturbation." "Besides," she grinned, "you should be relieved." Ryan was slow picking up the double entendre. "That was a monster come shot you had there. I thought you might blast holes in the ceiling when you started shooting from that big, gorgeous cock of yours." Erin & Ryan Ryan chuckled at that, but couldn't help also being aroused by listening to her sexy voice use such hot language. "Well, you looked as if you should be relieved yourself. I thought you were going to fall over and hurt yourself. Anyway, when I saw you there with one hand down your pants furiously fingering your pussy and your other hand frantically squeezing your breasts and tugging at your nipples, it was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. If I hadn't already had my cock out and been stroking it, I'd have come in my pants in a heartbeat watching that. As charged as I already was just thinking about your hot little body, seeing it was enough to send me into orbit. I thought I was going to blow one of my own nuts out of my cock when I came." "Uncle?" Erin asked shyly. "What is it, love?" "Is this talk starting to turn you on? Just listening to you talk about your cock and about watching me play with my tits and my pussy is making me hot again. I just showered and dressed, now look - my pussy is starting to get wet again." Ryan did look, ignoring for the time the swelling in his own pants, and saw that she really was turned on. She was hot, she was breathing heavily, and she had a growing wet spot in her sweats. He hadn't touched her, and she hadn't touched him, but his cocking was growing - and growing fast. By the time she looked in his lap, his sweats were tenting tall and his cock was clearly fully erect and throbbing. "Oh Uncle, what are we going to do?" "Well, for starters Erin, you could stop calling me Uncle. You're a grown woman now and you're welcome to call me Ryan." "I can do that if you really want me to," she said as a sexy smile grew on her lips, "but it's so much kinkier if I keep calling you Uncle." "Sweet Jesus," Ryan gasped as Erin reached across his lap and began stroking his cock through his straining sweats. He felt his cock grow even larger as she stroked him. A lifetime of conditioning made him hesitate, but Erin pulled him closer and softly took his hand and placed it on her breast. Ryan slowly let his animal lust for Erin take over. Their lips met in a kiss - not the kiss of an uncle and his niece, but the wet, full kiss of two lovers. He let his own hand take over the caresses of Erin's breast that she had started herself, while his other hand wrapped around behind her and slowly stroked her back from her shoulder to her hip. "Erin," he said, "if we don't stop right now, I'm not going to be able to stop at all." "Good," she sighed, "because I need you right now and I don't want to stop." Her hand found its way into his pants and quickly found his rock hard cock. He was pulsing and straining, waiting for her touch, and she delivered. He thought he would come again at her first touch, but he managed to maintain control as she laid back on the bed. He pulled his shirt off over his head and, seeing her laying on the bed desperately waiting for his hands, he couldn't help but stop to admire her. At that moment, she wasn't just the sexiest woman he'd ever been with, she was absolutely the hottest woman he had ever laid eyes on. "What are you waiting for, Uncle," she said, "an engraved invitation? Maybe this will help get you moving again," she said as she pulled off her own shirt to reveal her swollen breasts pushing against the lacy white fabric of her bra. "That's the best invitation I've ever seen," he said, "and you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." "Am I really beautiful, Uncle?" "God yes, Erin. You're stunning. Your eyes could melt the heart of the devil himself, your lips just beg to be kissed, and your body - fuck - your body makes me so hard my cock feels like it's going to burst. Now let's get these off of you so I can get my hands on that sweet ass of yours," he said as he tugged at her sweats. She raised her hips to help him, thrusting her crotch toward his face. Her musky scent inflamed his lust as he removed the sweats, and he could see that the crotch of her panties was soaked. With her sweats gone, she entwined her legs and arms around him and pulled him to her, and again snaked her arm into his sweats and wrapped her hand around his engorged cock. Ryan wasted no time either as one hand found her delicious ass while the other returned to her heaving breasts. He deftly released her bra and slipped his hands under the lacy fabric to her sweltering breast and turgid nipple. His gentle caresses slowly turned to lusty squeezes and with her bra now gone his mouth quickly sought and found its way up the swell of her breast to her nipple. With his fingers tugging on one nipple while his lips engulfed and sucked at the other, Erin was rapidly losing control. She tugged frantically at his sweats. "We need to get these off of you NOW!" He was only too willing to comply. Even the loose, stretchy fabric of his sweats felt like a prison to his aching cock. In seconds his sweats, along with his briefs, were gone, leaving just an undersized pair of soaking, lacy panties between his passion and his steaming niece, his brother's little girl, his illicit fantasy. It was an age-old taboo, that much he knew, but there was no turning back now. He needed only to slide his hands to her sides and she instinctively raised her hips to allow him to remove her panties. Her finally bared pussy - the one she had been fingering desperately not an hour earlier in his study - at last awaited him. Neatly trimmed, her bush formed a tidy triangle above her pussy. Her lips were red, swollen, and slightly parted, just revealing the nub of her clit, and beckoning for his attention. He couldn't resist the urge to hold the drenched crotch of her panties to his nose and inhale deeply. "There'll be time for that later," she said with a seductive smile, "I've got the real thing right here." He took her invitation and let his kisses wander down over her breasts and her rock hard nipples, then down further across the swell of her belly. But he wandered past her pussy and lingered on her thighs as his hands again found her breasts and ass. "God, please Uncle," she cried out, desperate to have his lips and his tongue find their way to her dripping pussy. He was in no hurry, though, and delighted in tormenting her. He kissed and licked at her belly and thighs, and even flirted at the edges of her pussy, greedily lapping at the juices dripping from her, but would only come tantalizingly close to the target. With each kiss, Erin's skin tingled, and with each nibble, her need grew more desperate. She instinctively, wantonly thrust her pussy toward him, but he just teased her more, setting her skin aflame and her mind awhirl. With his arms, legs, and mouth entwined around her body, she was slipping gloriously into delirium. She couldn't take any more, and grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face into her pussy. "Oh God, Uncle, please, fuck my pussy with your tongue, suck my clit, please, oh, God, I need to come so bad, please..." He finally relented, and a wave of pleasure washed through her as his flittering tongue at last reached her pussy. But if his torture of not touching her, of teasing her, was nearly unbearable, his new form of torture was deliciously worse, because now he wouldn't move away from her pussy. Her only relief from the explosions of pleasure as he sucked greedily at her clit came when he turned his attention to lapping up the flood of juices flowing from her and exploring the folds of her pussy. He hadn't forgotten the rest of her body either, and his hands continued to explore every thrilling inch of her. He seemed to be everywhere at once and she sank into ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss crashed over her. Ryan had never seen anything like it, and was delighted by her response, but was also beginning to feel more urgently in need of some attention of his own. His cock felt as hard as iron, and with each gasp of pleasure from Erin, it seemed to get impossibly larger, until he felt he would explode just from the thrill of watching her. As his niece slowly recovered from the tide of the orgasms he had given her, she languidly wrapped her soft hand around his straining cock. "I think he needs me," she said sleepily, softly stroking him. "God yes," he gasped, aching for relief, "he does ... I do ... but I don't think he's going to last long." "We'll see about that," she said, grasping his aching cock more firmly and stroking him more earnestly, "but first, I think I need a drink." This was a bad time for a water break, he thought, but quickly understood as she dove directly for him and enveloped him in her mouth in one fluid motion. His cock throbbed as she wrapped her tongue around the shaft and twisted her mouth around the head. He wanted the moment to last and it took all his concentration to keep from erupting at the first touch of her lips. The stimulation intensified as she drove his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, and each thrust sent a jolt of excitement through his body from his cock up his spine to his head and down each leg to his toes. Erin's soft, wet lips wrapped around his cock, bathing the shaft, and the sensation radiated out from his cock, while her tongue writhed around the head. Each hot, wet pass of her tongue sent a burst of heat down his shaft, smashing into his balls and swelling them to the breaking point. Her hands massaged his balls and followed her lips on the surging shaft of his cock, and his mind folded in on his loins, unable to reach beyond the intensity of her relentless attack. "Oh God, Erin, I can't take this much longer. I'm gonna explode soon, baby." "Um!" was all she said, and she dove down hard on him, driving his cock straight to the back of her throat. With each plunge onto his pulsing shaft, her pussy got wetter, and she almost was able to sense his pleasure herself. Ryan was driven beyond control and his urgent, aching need blazed out from his cock. An incoherent groan was all he could utter as he reached the point of no return. Feeling his whole body tense, she knew what was coming and it thrilled her. A gasp was all she heard as his orgasm hit, sending blast after blast of his hot, sweet come deep into her throat. She relished the prize and swallowed greedily, not wanting to lose a precious drop of it. "Oh my, " was all he could say as his raging, twitching erection subsided and his racing heart slowed. "I guess you liked that, Uncle?" asked Erin, grinning widely and gently exploring his body with fleeting kisses. "That was beyond incredible, and unlike anything I've ever experienced. The guilty, kinky pleasure of such a taboo act was arousing by itself," he said, catching his breath at last, "but you're exceptionally good at that." "Why thank you, Uncle! You're pretty talented yourself." Erin secretly swelled with pride at his praise. So many of the self-centered college "studs" she'd dated gave nothing in return and even failed to show any appreciation for her efforts. Ryan had given her more attention than any man before, and more pleasure, and perhaps most importantly, had been sincerely grateful for what she had done for him. He wanted to please her, he knew how, and he took her gift with grace and passion. She wanted him more than ever, and began to feel her love for him overtake her lust as the well of her desire. Ryan also felt more than just animal lust for Erin, but knew all too well that their relationship would never be "normal," and that they would have to hide their true feelings from the rest of the world, where a sexual relationship between a man and his brother's daughter would never be accepted. Erin had stirred a deep passion in him, unlike anything he had felt since the early days of his marriage, before work had taken over his life. He knew his path would be difficult, but he also felt that Erin had given back to him a sense of worth and feeling of love that he had traded for money years before. "Uncle," she finally asked, "is this wrong? I want you more than anything, but I don't know what to think of the taboo that's between us. What do we do now?" "I don't know if it's wrong, Erin. I know what society thinks of it, but I also know how I feel, and it doesn't feel wrong to me. We're two consenting adults, aren't we? We're old enough to make our own decisions. If someone were harmed by it, it would be wrong, but who is hurt? Is there a crime if there is no victim? "I do know two things Erin. First, I know how much I care for you, and that I would never want to do anything that would hurt you. I want you to be happy, and I'll do anything to make that happen. If that means fulfilling your every sexual whim and fantasy, I'll do it, and if that means never touching you again, well, I'll do that too. Second, I know that you just gave me the most astounding sexual experience of my life, and if that's wrong, God help me, but I don't think I could resist you if I wanted to. "You asked what we should do now. My answer is that we should just see what happens. Let's be with each other, and we'll see. Maybe we'll look at each other in an hour and realize this was a big mistake, and swear to never do it again, or maybe we'll both have a drink, think it over, and fuck all night long every night forever. "I really don't know what's going to happen next. But I know that right now I'm thirsty and I'm starving for a late night treat. So I say let's head for the kitchen and see what we can find, OK?" Erin wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him with all her heart. "I love you, uncle, now show me to the kitchen and feed me. I'm starving too." "Right this way, then," he said, taking her hand. "Shouldn't we get dressed first." "Well, I'm not expecting anyone. Are you?" "Not a soul," she giggled, "and if we don't get dressed, I get to admire your body while we eat." He led her to the kitchen, and she couldn't take her eyes off of the rippling muscles of his ass as she followed. He was a rock, and she wondered how much he must work out to look like that. He had the firm, toned form of an athlete. Not the bursting pecs and bulging arms of a body builder, but the lean strength of someone who wanted peak performance from his body more than a superficial appearance of power. The kitchen as a long walk away in the big house, and with each step she felt more and more drawn to him. Her love was strong, but lust hadn't thrown in the towel quite yet and seemed to have found a second wind. The kitchen was well stocked and they both found themselves ravenously hungry. Ryan tossed a pizza in the oven and they chatted like old friends while they waited for it. Sitting across the table from each other, Erin had to admire Ryan's broad shoulders and sculpted chest. Ryan, of course, had no less admiration for Erin's even more beautifully sculpted chest, and she teased him mercilessly each time she caught him staring at her. "You are so, so naughty, uncle. Were you just checking me out?" Erin's grin was as wide as Ryan's shoulders, and she couldn't resist the urge to turn up the heat a little. "I suppose that I'd get you all hot and bothered if I were to give these a squeeze," she said, blatantly squeezing her breast, "or if I were to tug a little at my nipples, or maybe just slide a hand down here." Ryan didn't need to ask where her hand went when it disappeared under the table. "Uncle, would that make you hot?" He could see her arm moving rhythmically, and knew too well what was happening just out of sight. "Would it make that beautiful cock of yours start to swell? Would it make you want to bend me over this table right now and ram your stiff shaft between my thighs and deep into my hot, dripping pussy? Well, would it, uncle?" Ding. "What the..." Ryan mumbled, slowing realizing it was the oven timer he had just heard. "Saved by the bell," he sighed. He turned quickly toward the oven as he got up, but not so quickly that Erin couldn't see that her teasing had the desired effect. He was rock hard, but somehow managed to nonchalantly fetch the pizza, slice it up, and deliver the steaming meal to the table. He was still just as hard when he sat down to eat as he was when he got up, as if it was perfectly normal to walk around stark naked and eat pizza with a raging erection. In no time, the pizza was gone. "How about some ice cream?" he asked. "Sounds great!" "I'll get it," he said as he got up, and there was his cock again, still straining and pointing at the ceiling, and Ryan stood there scooping ice cream for them as if this was all perfectly normal. She couldn't imagine how he could be so aroused and yet so relaxed, but the sight of his swollen cock intrigued her and this time he caught her staring. "Erin! You were checking me out, weren't you? Why you naughty little girl," he teased as he put the carton back in the freezer, "I'll bet you want this, don't you? I'll bet you're wondering right now if you'd rather have the bowl of ice cream I'm holding, or another drink of my come. Admit it, you're wondering what this would feel like splitting open the wet, slippery lips of your pussy. You're wondering if it would even fit in your tight little ass, aren't you?" "I'm wondering about a lot of naughty things right now, uncle, but I'll take that bowl of ice cream anyway." Now it was Ryan's turn to be amazed by Erin's self-control. He'd teased her as mercilessly as she had teased him, and he saw her arm still moving rhythmically below the table, but she took the ice cream, and began eating it as if sitting naked in front of her father's brother was something she did every day. "Oh, I'm such a clutz," Erin blurted, "look." She glanced down and Ryan saw the ice cream dripping down her right breast toward her nipple. "Let me get that," he said, quickly coming around the table and kneeling in front of her with a napkin. But he set the napkin down, bent down, and slowly licked up every last dribble of ice cream she had spilled on herself. "That should do it," he chuckled, and went back to his own bowl, his cock still, amazingly, standing at attention. They both finished their desserts, and Ryan put the bowls and spoons in the dishwasher. He was still hard, and it was taking every ounce of his self-control and concentration to keep himself from either begging her for relief or just throwing her to the floor and fucking her right there in the kitchen. Erin, as well, was losing her ability to resist the temptation he offered, and she wanted to swallow his cock whole when he sat on the table in front of her, his stiff shaft pointing straight at her and tantalizingly close. "Erin," he said quietly, "my resistance is crumbling fast. We've experimented and we've teased each other, but I can't take this much longer. I need to know, is this what you really want?" "Yes" was all she said, without hesitation. "Thank God, I don't know what I would have done if you had said no." Ryan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, smothering her with kisses, and nibbling gently at her ears. The tingles shot through her like arrows, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight to her and trapping his straining cock between their bellies. She instinctively started to grind her hips, pushing the shaft of his cock against the outer folds of her pussy, teasing her clit, and sending electric jolts of pleasure out from her pussy to every corner of her body. "But not here, uncle," she said, reluctantly disentangling herself from him. "I want to do this right." She took his hand and led him off toward the master suite of the big house, her pace quickening as her desire for him grew. This time is was his turn to watch her athletic body flex as she pulled him along. He was mesmerized by her ass, and followed with pleasure as she punched through the doors of the master bedroom. Erin & Ryan "Now," she said, her need overwhelming her, "it's time. I've been watching that stiff cock of yours for what seems like forever. I need it now. My pussy is on fire, and if you don't throw me down on that bed right now, I won't be responsible for what happens." Ryan needed no further prodding, his cock was throbbing and he could see her juices running down her thighs. He picked her up effortlessly and carried her to the soft, spacious bed. They collapsed in a tangled ball of arms and legs, both ready, but trying desperately not to rush, to savor a moment they both knew they would remember forever. They explored each other with their hands, and bathed each other with their lips and tongues. When his hands found her breasts, each touch sent waves of heat radiating out from her nipples, and each wave was followed by his hands as he explored each glorious inch of her. The warmth of each kiss lingered on her lips. She could still taste him even as he floated over her neck and nibbled at her, his breath whistling in her ears like a warm, tropical breeze. She slipped her hand between them to find his cock, and found him more than ready. When at last she could take no more, she could only manage two words. "Now. Please." Ryan hesitated only for a moment as he rolled on top of her. "Oh, Erin," he gasped, and thrust deep within her in one swift, smooth stroke. She was beyond words as he began to work his cock in and out of her steaming pussy. Lust overtook him as he realized, at last, that he really was fucking his brother's daughter. If she hadn't already been someone he loved with all his heart, and if she wasn't already been stunningly beautiful, and if she didn't already have an amazingly hot body, and if she wouldn't have already turned him on more than any woman he had ever met, the pure incestuous pleasure of breaking the oldest taboo would alone have been enough. But when they all combined it was a perfect storm of erotic titillation, and it released the animal within him, taking him from the slow, sensuous, gentle lover he had been until that point, and sending him over the edge into a firestorm of sexual energy. "Oh God, Ryan. Oh." She felt it coming before the oncoming wave of passion hit him fully, and knew he was going to take her higher. She braced herself as the blast of energy flowed through him and out of him into her. His pace quickened, and he suddenly seemed to be everywhere at once, with his steely, steaming cock pounding her on the inside while his hands and legs and mouth engulfed her on the outside. If he had been a skilled master at eating her pussy earlier, he was an artist at fucking her now. Her entire body felt electrified. Each thrust of his cock sent waves of ecstasy flowing outward from her pussy, and each kiss of her nipples sent currents of passion down through her breasts, and when they met in her belly they merged and turned down through her back and up through her spine until they crashed into her mind in a blinding flash of intoxicating joy. His pace quickened again and seemingly boundless lust overwhelmed her. Looking into his eyes, she could see that he was reaching the brink, and when he began driving even harder into her, she went over. An explosion of orgasmic bliss blasted through her, sparking through her from head to toe, radiating from her pussy as her mind reeled from the unbearable thrill. He could feel her pussy rhythmically squeezing his cock as the spasms of her orgasm pulsed through her, and her grip on him was so tight, and their motion so fluid, that they became as one, united in love and lust. "Erin, oh, God, oh Erin. Ahh!" Her orgasm had him teetering on the precipice, and his aching, straining cock seemed to expand yet again as he pounded her pussy with every bit of energy he had left. "Oh, oh Uncle Ryan!" she screamed, and when she called his name, he came in a volcanic blast and felt as if he would never stop. She felt his entire body stiffen as he thrust even deeper insider her, calling her name and sending endless bursts of his come streaming into her pussy. She hadn't yet come down from her own orgasm, and feeling his come flooding her through his pulsing cock merely prolonged the exquisite bliss. She could feel his cock twitching as the last, precious drops of his come found their way into her and he settled onto her, still gasping for air, his heart still pounding. "Oh, dear God, Uncle Ryan," she exhaled, "that was amazing." "Yes," he gasped, "it was." His chest was still heaving as he slowly recovered his senses, his heart slowing as his mind and body drifted down from the height of orgasm. He slowly settled into the comforting warmth of her arms, and wrapped her in his as they both basked in the afterglow of their communion. Quietly they rested, indulging themselves in the luxurious warmth of each other's arms, until at last she spoke. "Uncle Ryan?" "What is it, love." "I'm sure going to love going to school here," she said with a smile. "I'm sure going to love having you here while you're going to school," he answered with a chuckle. "Uncle Ryan?" "Yes, Erin." "How many times have you come tonight?" "Three, Erin, and they were all glorious." "Do you think you could manage four?"