9 comments/ 91094 views/ 21 favorites Incestory: Three Way Weekend By: sex2xs2 Jenna had been in hard spots her whole life, but I'd never seen her this unkempt before. She looked like she hadn't slept in days; her eyes were puffy and most of her long curly brown hair was up in a careless loose bun. She would still turn heads even in the state she was in ... it was just that looking like you hadn't slept in days wasn't the way to go if you made your living as an "Exotic Dancer". "Hey, Lazy," she called to me from the bottom of the driveway, "Are you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna come get these bags." I had to wonder what she'd been up to lately. "I'd rather stare at you," I replied. She put a hand on her hip and pouted. She wasn't used to having to ask guys to do anything for her. "Get these bags and you can stare all you want." I felt a wave of perverse lust wash over me; she was in fantastic shape and she was barely dressed in tiny jean shorts and a tight tank top that did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Can I get a hug too?" I asked, making eyes at her breasts. "Sure," she laughed, her pout turning into a sly smile. I shuffled down the gravel driveway admiring her firm shapely legs, wide hips, and of course, the perfect natural full breasts. She was the hottest thirty-six year old woman I knew and the only one who could hang upside down on a pole every night. I'd wanted to fuck her as long as I could remember but as fate would have it - she would have to be my sister. My Niece, Helen, grumpily pushed past me and walked across the yard towards the house without even saying hello. She'd always been a less cheerful and younger version of her mother but today she seemed particularly sour. She looked like she'd just gotten out of bed herself - although it was early afternoon. "What's wrong with you?" I turned and asked her. "Too much overtime," she snapped, looking back at Jenna. "Sorry, Bob," Jenna said defensively, "She must be on the rag or something." I watched as Helen sashayed up the driveway; she had her mother's walk, the kind of walk that made guys take a second look, and I was no exception. "She's a mess sometimes," she put her hand on my shoulder, "I just need her to stay for the holiday weekend, okay?" "No worries." I said, absently taking the opportunity to admire her heart shaped ass as she bent back over to pull a backpack out of the trunk. "How are you doing these days?" "Alright, I guess." She'd recently broken up with her boyfriend and 'alright' was the best she'd been since. They'd never married but they'd been together so long it was hard to not think of them as husband and wife. I was happy he was gone. "Have you heard from him lately?" I asked, hoping she hadn't. He was a former customer of hers - and a complete asshole as well. "It's over this time, Bob," she said unconvincingly, "I swear." "I've heard that one before." She sighed and looked up at the house. "I don't know how long I can keep up with Helen, everything I've had to do ... you know how it is." "I like having her around," I said, but as soon as the words left my mouth I wondered if Jenna might question my enthusiasm. I did look forward to their visits, it just probably wasn't a good idea to let her Mother know how much ... or why. Helen was old enough to move out but hadn't quite made the transition out of their apartment yet. Jenna had started bringing her to my house on the weekends to help keep an eye on her while she danced at Charlie's. Helen was cute and thin, with all of her Mother's looks but the body of a very young woman, lithe and firm. It was nice having my niece around. It gave me the chance to interact with a young woman and see my sister, something I hadn't done on a regular basis in a long time. "Money isn't what it used to be," she continued, "This town's too small and I've prick teased just about every dude around here already." She fidgeted with her top and I absently watched her tits jiggle. I was sure that having great tits was a big part of her income but I had a theory that they were probably the cause of most of her misery too. "I gotta pull some fat tips this weekend or I'm outta luck - I'll probably have to leave town." "Come back home," I offered, "Mom and Dad would've wanted you here." "Would you want me here?" "Of course!" I never wanted her to leave in the first place. "We're too old to be living together," she said dismissively. "Who says?" I asked, "I love you ... doesn't that matter?" She waved away my question. "Where else would you go then?" I asked, "The only family you have left is me and I can't follow you if you need me." She leaned forward and took my face in her hands. "You're so fuckin' sweet," she sniffled, "Why can't I find a dude like my kid brother?" I pulled her close and claimed my hug. "I know that you would be there for me," she said quietly into my shoulder, "And I know that no matter what happens I can count on you to come to my rescue ... and I know you wouldn't be mad about it." "Yeah, you're right; I always did let you have your way!" I teased. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes as if she was measuring me, our noses only a few inches apart, it made me slightly uncomfortable. "And you always will," she replied. I had to consciously stop myself from leaning down and kissing her, she seemed to read my thoughts and smiled again. "Of course," I conceded. She put her head on my chest and held me. I forced myself to relax and enjoy the warmth of her body. She'd always seemed to absorb the sun's rays and radiate it back - and I always imagined that she seemed to have a glow about her when I remembered us as children. "When was the last time you had a girlfriend, Bobby?" She asked abruptly, snapping me out my thoughts. "What?" I asked incredulously. She smiled up at me and ran her fingernails along the back of my neck. "When was the last time you even saw a real pussy?" Now I was truly uncomfortable. "No wonder you're losin' customers." I poked her stomach to make her back up a few inches. "I'm just asking!" She ignored my pokes and pressed her full soft breasts more insistently against my chest. "Well? How long has it been?" "A long time, okay?" She put her head back on my chest. "Got a thousand dollars?" "What?" "Do you have a thousand dollars? she repeated. "Do you need to borrow some money?" "I couldn't pay you back so I'd have to earn it!" "What?" She sighed dramatically in exasperation, grabbed my hands, and pulled them around her waist so I was holding her. "Look, I charge five hundred for a private show," she stated, "What do you think?" "Probably not a good idea," I laughed nervously. She swayed her hips rhythmically as if we were together in a slow dance. My cock stiffened against my will and pressed against the inside of her thigh in response to her closeness. "See," she giggled, "Mr. Peepee doesn't think it's a bad idea!" Mr. Peepee was her nickname for my penis. "At least those guys are payin' you thinking they might get something out of it," I pushed her away as gently as I could. "I know for a fact that I'm never gonna get that ass." She let me go, slammed the trunk shut, and walked around the car to the driver's side door. "Jenna, I'm sorry!" I followed her like a puppy trying to win back her approval. She turned abruptly and I nearly stumbled into her. "Wait!" I grabbed her arms to balance us and to keep her from getting in the car. She wrapped around me again and kissed me lightly on the lips. I didn't pull away but I didn't respond either ... I was frozen in shock. "Don't be such a chickenshit," she laughed, "I reeeeaaaally need the cash." She let me go, ducked into the car, and pulled the door shut before I could react. "I'll call you," she said as she pulled away. Then she was gone, leaving my head spinning, with a hard dick, and a pile of her Daughter's bags piled on my driveway. ***************************** Helen was in the kitchen going through the refrigerator. She'd changed into a tight blue t-shirt, a tiny pair of white shorts, and platform heeled sandals that seemed like they would be too heavy for her thin ankles - I took the opportunity to ogle her from the doorway. "Goin' out somewhere?" I asked. She looked over her shoulder and I noted that she'd done her hair up a bit and put on makeup too. "No, why?" "Never mind ..." A sick part of me hoped she'd made herself up to impress me ... the same sick part of me that wanted to fuck her mother. "Don't you have any beer?" she asked. "You're not old enough to drink beer!" I laughed. She opened the freezer and found the Jager. "Even better!" she exclaimed opening the ice coated bottle and taking a sip. "That's expensive," I said and walked to the cabinet. "A man's liquor says a lot about the man." She sipped from the bottle again. "What does that bottle say about me?" I handed her a glass and took the Jager from her. "It says you got expensive tastes and aren't afraid to spend a little cash for the good things." She held out the glass expectantly and I poured a few shots worth in it. "There's Energy Drinks in the bottom drawer," I filled my glass halfway, "I think it's time you learned about the Jager Bomb, Young Lady." ***************************** Two hours later we were dancing around in the living room and spilling our drinks on the hardwood floor. The mix of alcohol and energy drink made Helen cute and excitable. It was nice to see her laughing and enjoying herself for once. "Oh shit!" she pulled out an old CD and read the song list on the back. "What do you know about that?" I asked her over her shoulder. "Go sit down!" she ordered and pointed to the couch. "Okaay!" I drawled and plopped down. Helen fiddled with the CD player until she got the song she wanted and started dancing slowly and rhythmically, like a belly dancer high on sleeping pills. She looked over her shoulder to make sure I was watching her. I felt a rush of admiration and lust at her sexy young body; she was so fluid and graceful. "Damn girl," I stammered, "you look like your mother did when she was your age." That was the age I'd first noticed girls and started masturbating ... the age I started thinking of her mother's tits when I came in my sheets. She smiled and spun, sliding her hands under her t-shirt, pulling it up to show me her tight abdomen and tiny little girl hips. I could see her young muscles ripple as she swirled her pelvis suggestively. "Mom told me she used to dance for you," she giggled, "She said that she liked the way it made her feel when you watched her ... that you're part of the reason she dances now. My blood rushed to my ears ... I never thought she'd tell her daughter that. She knew I lusted for her, she had to, I'd always considered it our little unspoken secret. "Thanks," I laughed, "another shame I carry." "She's not ashamed," Helen retorted, "Why should you be?" She had a good point. "So wise for one so young!" "I must like it too," she laughed. "Look at my nipps!" My eyes fell obediently to her firm little round titties as she pulled the shirt down so that they were outlined by the stretched material, her hard nipples poking through. "See?" I looked away blushing at my indiscretion. "Watch me dance too, okay?" I gave in and watched, she was my niece - but at this point in time she was just a sexy young woman enjoying herself by entertaining me. She closed her eyes, let her dark hair fall around her shoulders, and swayed her body into a sensual far away state as she lost herself in the music. ***************************** I was startled awake by the sound of Helen coming down the stairs. I blinked and rubbed my eyes when I saw her. She was in a white bikini and was carrying a towel. It was morning and I was still on the couch ... I must have passed out. "You like this bikini," she asked innocently as she turned side to side so I could see her from different angles. "Yes it makes you look less scrawny," I teased her. She stuck out her lower lip and glared at me with hurt filled eyes ... it was the same pout her Mother had always used on me. "You didn't seem to mind last night." No, I hadn't. "You look great, Helen!" I laughed nervously, "Okay?" "I'm going to get a little sun," she said, "There's some coffee made if you want it." She turned and walked through the kitchen to get to the back yard. ***************************** I watched her through the small window over the sink as I poured my coffee. She didn't seem to notice that I was watching her but I knew she could see me as easily as I could see her ... at least from the chest up. She rubbed lotion over her shoulders. Her skin was so white that it practically glared in the sunlight. Unlike her mother, she definitely needed to tan. Images of her dancing for me last night blended with seeing her rub lotion over herself and it was too much for me to handle. I guess I was still a little drunk too, enough so that I forgot to worry about being a perverted peeper and fished my cock out of my sweats. I stroked myself in time with the circular motions of her fingers over her cleavage, between, and under her sexy little tits. I could make out the outline of her nipples through the thin material of the bikini top. They were definitely hard again and if their size was any indicator, she was going to have bigger tits than Jenna one day. I picked up my pace when she got to her tight flat navel and the top of her bikini bottom. She slid her fingers under the waist band and tugged until the material stretched taught; it was thin enough that I could easily make out the darker outlines of her puffy little mound. I felt my balls tighten and set my coffee down so I wouldn't spill it as I started to rock my hips imagining my cock pistoning in and out of her. She spread her long thin legs at the knee and ran her hands down the inside of her thighs giving me another full shot of her pussy lips straining the material of the bikini. When her fingertips slid along between her legs to rub the lotion on her inner thighs I lost any sense of decency and jerked on my iron cock like a lunatic. "Yeah, you little fucking slut!" SPLAT! My jizz splattered against the stainless steel tub of the sink in massive spurts. "Rub it ... yeah!" SPLAAAT "Rub that fucking pussy!" SPLLAAT! "Fuck yeah, unnnnngh!" SPLAT! When I finished and was able to catch my breath, I looked back out the window guiltily to see if she'd noticed me. She set down the lotion and laid back, her legs still spread wide, with her arms over her face. I couldn't tell if she'd seen me but she wasn't exactly going out of her way to be proper if she had. I picked up my mug and sipped my coffee with shaking hands as my cock twitched on the cool edge of the sink and my globs of cum slid down the drain. I realized I'd crossed a moral line ... jerking off thinking of your sister is one thing but jerking off watching your niece tan was in another territory all together. Now the question was how far would I go? I resumed stroking my cock and sipped my coffee to contemplate it. ***************************** I went out Saturday afternoon to run some errands and try to get a little perspective on the perversion that was overcoming me. I was sure Helen knew I'd been watching her and I was nervous to be around her in the state I was in. I passed by Charlie's and had to stop myself from going in to see my Sister. I ended up at a shopping mall and walked around until I finally got the nerve to go home - it was late and starting to get dark. ***************************** Helen was asleep on the couch. The empty Jager bottle sat on the coffee table. I noted that it had been half full when I put it away this morning. She didn't have a pillow and was uncovered, wearing only one of my long white button-up shirts. She lay huddled against the cool evening air with her knees pulled up under her chin and her thin arms wrapped around her legs. "Great!" I muttered, "Don't throw up on my couch." She smiled and mumbled something in her drunken sleep. I walked into the kitchen and set my mail and papers down on the kitchen island then strolled back into the living room to carry her upstairs. When I rounded the corner, I noticed the shirt was now bunched up at her waist exposing her lovely little ass. Instinctively my eyes went to her crotch. Her legs were together and I could see the white outline of where her bikini had been in bright contrast to the darker red skin that had been exposed to the sun. She wasn't wearing panties and her clean shaven pussy filled the gap between her thighs. Two of her long thin fingers dipped slowly and methodically into her little pink hole up to the second knuckle. I was momentarily mesmerized by the perfection of her little rose petal lips and the fullness of her Vulva. There was such a thing as an ugly pussy and this was definitely not one of them. My cock stiffened and jerked violently against my leg. Twisted dark thoughts and images clouded my mind. I wanted to fuck her so bad it hurt ... literally ... my balls throbbed in agony. "Helen?" I asked quietly. If she was sleeping I didn't want to wake her, if she wasn't, I didn't want to startle her. She mumbled again and sighed before rolling onto her belly. The long shirt dropped down to cover her ass but it continued to swirl rhythmically with the movement of her hand. I crept upstairs and a few minutes later I was splattering the shower tiles with thick jets of semen as I imagined fucking my masturbating teenage niece in the ass. ************************ I got the call I'd been half-expecting early the next morning. Jenna had gotten herself smacked around in a hotel across town. The guy had refused to pay her after her 'private show' and had hit her when she tried to stop him from leaving. She wouldn't tell me his name. She knew I'd probably know who he was and would want to kick his ass. ************************ It was still dark when I got to the hotel. She was sitting on the curb, in a maroon Asian two-piece outfit that barely qualified as clothing, smoking a cigarette. The manager made me pay before he'd let me get her bags out of the room. I guess I couldn't blame him. In the car she lit another cigarette and checked her face for bruises in the rear view mirror as I drove. "You have to quit that, Jenna," I said. "I like smoking," she flicked the ashes at me, "and now you sound like a husband." "The stripping, Dumbass," I barked at her. "And do what?" she sniffled. "Marry someone else, go back to school, I don't know!" She sobbed and buried her head in her hands. "You know I don't have either option, Bob!" she cried, "It's not that easy!" "You need ..." "I need a fucking pimp!" she interrupted, "Alright, that's what I fucking need!" My heart wrenched and I felt a surge of emotion that was completely unnatural. I wasn't going to let anyone be her pimp under any circumstances. "I have a thousand dollars," I said, "And more ... If you really want to earn it." "A show isn't that much." "I told you," I said, "I've got a thousand." She looked at me steadily for a minute. "That's a really good tip," she blew smoke at me, "too good." "Earn it then," I suggested half-joking. "Don't fuck with me, Bobby, I need the money." And I really needed to fuck something other than my own hand. "I'm not," I said. "What do you want me to do for you?" she asked. Incestory: Three Way Weekend My heart pounded in my chest, I'd been lusting for her for years and know I possibly had an opportunity to see my fantasies realized. "Whatever it is you do for ... for your customers." She turned towards me suddenly. "So you think strippers are whores?" I looked over at her. "Some," I said finally, "I know you're not! It's just ... Shit, I don't know." She gave me that look, like she was measuring me, again. "Do you know what a 'Hummer' is Bobby?" she asked. "Are you serious?" I asked back, a little shocked at her forwardness and a little hurt that she thought I was so naive not to know. "That's my specialty," she stated. "Okay," I stammered. She reached between my legs, undid my zipper, and pulled my hardening cock out of my pants. I didn't move ... I was afraid I'd do something to cause the Universe to change its mind. "Damn, Bob, I didn't know your dick was so fucking big!" She ran her fingers up and down my shaft. "You think so?" I asked, a bit surprised ... I guess she'd seen enough to know so I was willing to take her word for it. "Do you want me to suck your big cock?" she asked. I couldn't believe it but I wasn't going to let even a remote chance that she'd actually let me fuck her slip away. "Uh ... Please?" I was guessing politeness was a good response to your Sister asking you if she could suck your cock. "I gotta charge you extra ... due to the fact we're related and all that," she warned, continuing to gently stroking me. "If you keep that up, you won't get the chance to suck it!" I laughed. "A half and half then," she said, "A suck and a fuck, okay?" The realization that my sister truly was a whore was muted by the fact that she was holding my cock and telling me she was going to finally let me use her body. I placed my hand on the back of her head and guided her down. She licked the tip for a few seconds before slowly engulfing the entire length down her throat. The ecstasy was too much to handle and it took all my wits to pull over to the side of the road and kill the engine before I ran into something. As soon as I parked, she reached around my waist and pushed the seat back while she expertly bobbed her head. She maneuvered herself between my legs, letting her long curly hair tickle my nuts and thighs. "Oh Jenna!" I moaned. She began to hum causing my dick to vibrate and swell even more than I ever had before. I wondered for a second how she could breathe with all of the pressure on her windpipe, let alone the fact that she was giving me an outstanding blowjob, but I stopped caring as soon as I approached climax. "I'm cumming!" I warned her. She looked up into my eyes and swallowed me down again just as I came. I jerked and shot my wad down her gullet, panting wildly, pulling her head down viciously as I pumped my hips. If she was willing to swallow it, I was willing to let her. She held out until the last dribbles drained out of me before she pulled off of me. "How's that for starters?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at me as if she already knew the answer. I pulled her up to me and kissed her. "Don't kiss me," she said sharply. "But you're my sister!" I cajoled, which, if you think about it, is kind of a perverse justification for kissing her after she just sucked me off for money. Blue flashing lights lit up the car's interior and illuminated the trees on either side of the road. "Shit!" I cried stuffing my cock back in my pants as she sat up and looked out the rear window. She laughed at my discomfort. "Don't worry!" she said putting a hand on my shoulder, "It's Jensen," she smiled at me and licked her lips, "He's a regular of mine - I'll go talk to him." She got out, shut the door, and leaned back in the window for a moment: "Wait up for me, okay?" ***************************** Jenna showed up an hour later. I came down the stairs to see her pulling her cum stained top off. "I see you took care of the cop." "He gave me a ride home at least." I laughed. "What?" she asked in a hurt tone. "I'm ready for my dance." "Really?" "Yes." "Let me shower first, okay?" "No," I said pulling her to the couch. "I want it now." "Don't be an ass!" "Shut up, Bitch, you do what I say," I ordered her, "Dance for me now!" She tried to smack at me but I caught her wrist. "I thought you needed a pimp?" "I didn't mean you, Dumbass!" "You don't have a choice," I said pulling her tightly to me, "I'm going to take care of you now - you just do what I tell you to do and everything will be fine." She relaxed and snuggled into me. "Okay, Bobby," she purred, "If that's the way you like it." ***************************** She stood on the coffee table and danced slowly, sensually, and professionally, while I watched her and stroked myself. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. "What do you think?" I laughed, "I got your pussy in my face and my dick in my hand, it shouldn't be hard to figure out." She smiled and leaned forward. "Oh, I thought you might be thinking about that little girl in the guest room." I must have failed to keep a poker face because Jenna laughed and pulled my head into her soft breasts. "Imagine I'm her!" she whispered. "Who?" I asked dumbly. She giggled. "My Daughter, Dumbass!" "I don't know ..." "Please!" she laughed, "I see the way you look at her!" I leaned up and jerked my cock faster. "Oh no, Uncle Bobby!" she blurted out, "You need more than a hand job!" She gave a decent impression of Helen's voice, "You need a good fucking!" She slid the panties aside to rub her neatly trimmed pussy in my face, her scent was delicious and I couldn't resist burying my tongue in her. Jenna put her leg over my shoulders and squeezed to force my tongue deeper inside of her as I furiously jacked my cock. "But first you have to lick my baby pussy, Uncle Bobby!" My quickening pace and heavy breathing must have clued her to the fact that I was getting ready to cum because she grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my feet. "Not yet!" she said, "Okay?" She turned around slid the panties down to her knees. She reached down and ran her hands from her ankles to her inner thighs, crossed her wrists before reaching through her legs, and stretched her pussy lips as wide as they would go with her fingers to expose her hot pink hole. "Look at my little virgin pussy, Uncle Bobby!" She looked at me over her shoulder. "I know you have a big fat cock for me, don't you, Uncle Bobby?" I couldn't take it anymore so I planted it in her. I slid into her sopping pussy effortlessly and hit bottom. "Fuck me good, Uncle Bobby!" she grunted as I ground into her. "I want Mr. Peepee!" I grabbed her by her waist to hold her still as I pounded at her hot creamy hole. It was better than I ever imagined and I was ready to bust in just a few seconds. "Don't cum in me!" she gasped, feeling me pulse inside of her. There was no way I was going to be able to pull out of her. "Sorry!" I offered without sincerity. I let it go, filling her up, until my cum overflowed out of her and dripped down my balls. Images of her from the year she first got breasts until the day she left home filled my mind. I couldn't stop cumming ... spurt after spurt of my repressed love filling her. "Dammit, Bob!" she reached back and pushed my face, "I get extra for that too!" **************************** I dropped Jenna back at the club where she'd left her car and made it home just before sunrise. As I rounded the top of the stairs I could see that Helen's door was open and the TV was on. Without even considering it, I walked into the guest room to turn it off. I was two steps into the room before I realized my blunder. Helen was fucking herself again - only this time she was going all out. She had the long shirt bunched up at her waist again and her legs and back were arched so that her ass was off of the bed. She was undulating her entire body with her hands between her legs and she had to have at least four of her fingers jammed into her pussy. "Oh shit!" I blurted out. Helen looked over at me as if she expected to see me standing there. "Oh shit!" I blurted out again. She dropped her left leg and rolled onto her side so that she was facing me. I could see her fingers sliding brutally in and out of her bald pussy. I tried to look away and muttered some sort of apology. "Come on!" she chastised me, "Like this isn't what you want!" I hardened and precum smeared the inside of my pants as my cock slid up my thigh. My resiliency was starting to surprise me. "You like seeing my pussy, don't you?" she asked as she spread her Vulva with two fingers and continued to fuck herself with the other hand. I nodded and squeezed my cock through my pants to hold it down. "I'm thinking of you," she informed me as she laid back, dropped her knees, and stuck the fingers she'd had in her pussy into her mouth, "I'm pretending I'm your sister." I stumbled and leaned against the door jam for balance. "I'm fucking myself thinking of you and the way you looked at her while you jacked yourself off ... when you tongued her and thought about me," she slid her fingers back into her pussy, "The way you loved cumming in her and imagining it was me." She knew! She knew I'd fucked her mother - she'd watched us! It hadn't even occurred to me that Helen would see us earlier because I'd been too wrapped up in my incestuous lust to think clearly. "Oooooh, Mr. PeeePeee!" she cried. Then again, it should've occurred to Jenna too. "I'm cumming, Uncle Bobby!" I watched her until her eyes fluttered close and she came in short quick jerks as she muttered: "Lick me, Uncle Bobby ... Fuck my tramp mommy, Uncle Bobby!" I backed out of the room as she huffed and panted, still in the throes of her trembling orgasm. **************************** She was still wearing the long button up night-shirt, sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, when I finally found the courage to come down the stairs a few hours later. "Mornin', Uncle Bobby!" she said cheerfully, a tinge of tease in her voice. I just looked at her - I was horrified to imagine what she thought of me now. I really didn't know what to say or how to get around the fact that I'd watched her masturbate while thinking of her Mother and me in our incestuous coupling. "I'm sorry," I said. She looked at me over the rim of her coffee mug. "For what?" "For your Mother ... I hope you don't let what happened ... between ... you're Mother and I ... mess you two up." "Please," she sipped her coffee, "My Mother's a whore and we both know it." "What?" I stammered. "You're the only person in town who doesn't." She stood up and walked to the coffee pot to refill. "How much did she take you for?" "What?" She slammed down the cup and spun around to face me. "Stop being so fucking coy!" she admonished. "Helen, please." "How much did you pay her?" she asked in a slow measured tone. I'd always believed honesty was the best policy until this very moment but, old habits die hard ... so I told her the truth. It'd always somehow worked to my advantage in the past. "A thousand and some change." She turned back around, got another cup from the cabinet, and filled it as well. "You didn't apologize for watching me fuck myself." She was right. "I'm sorry, Helen!" She turned back around. "Don't be." She held out the coffee cup, offering it to me. I just stared at her, totally at a loss of what to do or think ... the kind of indecisiveness that leaves you road kill on the side of the highway. She shrugged and sipped from the mug herself. "So ... What would you pay to have me?" she asked. "You're my Niece!" I gasped. "So you'll fuck my Mother for money but you won't fuck me?" "Helen!" "Would you prefer I go outside and sunbathe so you can jerk off to me again?" Anger took hold of me and I grabbed her by the arm. "That's more like it!" she laughed, "How much am I worth?" I let her arm go and she set the coffee down on the table. "How much are you asking for?" I asked. "A thousand for me ... same as her." I couldn't believe what she was offering. "Two grand and you might get us both together," she added. My heart pounded in my chest at the thought. "I don't think your Mom would go for that - even if had the balls to ask her!" "Don't ask her," she smiled at me, "You tell the bitch what to do ... right?" This just didn't seem real. "Come on," she rubbed her hands on my chest, "I want to be worth as much to you as she is." I went with it and kissed her hungrily. She pushed me away forcefully. "You got enough cash?" she asked. I pulled her close and slid my hand down her back and over her ass to lift up the long night shirt. She hadn't bothered to put her panties back on and my fingers found the warm spot between her thighs. "Well?" she asked pulling away so my fingers grasped at air. I jerked her back to me. "Plenty," I grunted. I smelled her hair and luxuriated in the feel of her young body as she let my fingers find her hole. She was sopping wet; her juices were hot and slippery, like baby oil on my finger tips. She rolled her hips causing my hand to slide along her slit. Her cool thin fingers slid my rock hard penis out of my sweatpants and grasped me tightly. When she squeezed it, a glob of precum oozed out to coat the back of her hand. "You can fuck me now if you want," she offered, "Pay me later." She couldn't weigh much more than a hundred pounds and I had no problem lifting her up and impaling her on my cock while holding her in the air. She wrapped herself around me and matched my strokes as I held her and thrust into her steaming velvet hole, she definitely wasn't a virgin but she was far tighter than her mother was. Her breath burst from her each time her body slapped against mine as I lifted and dropped her on my cock. I felt my cum mass in my balls within a few seconds, ready and willing to fill her young nubile body. "Pull it out!" She squirmed sensing I was ready to nut in her. "I want to cum in your mouth then!" "I get extra for that!" she announced, echoing her mother. "Fine!" I submitted, too close to cumming to argue. I managed to pull out and set her down just in time. She knelt quickly and jerked my cock, aiming it at her tongue. I don't know what came over me but I couldn't resist the urge to jam it between her lips and let it go. I wound my hands in her long curly hair before she could react and held her tightly so she couldn't pull away when she finally did. She slapped my thighs and struggled to pull off of me but I made sure she got the majority of it in her mouth. When I was done, I let her head go and she immediately leaned over and spat out my jizz onto the kitchen floor tile in a massive glob. "That's really fucking rude!" she exclaimed. I lifted her up and bent her forcefully over the table, scattering the coffee mug and glasses we'd left the night before. "You want to be a whore?" I asked, "Get used to it!" She laughed sarcastically. "Fuck me good, Uncle Bobby!" I grabbed her legs and lifted them up to slide her little body back onto my throbbing cock. "Ow, Shit!" she cried as I plunged into her from behind. "Mr. PeePee's a fucking monster!" I looked down to watch my throbbing penis slide in and out of her hot pink snatch. My hands looked like a giant's wrapped around her tiny waist, her beautiful firm ripe young ass rippled with each forceful thrust into her. "I'm sorry, Helen, but I have to cum in that pussy!" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and forced a smile. "Okay, Uncle Bobby, but I'm definitely getting extra for that too." **************************** I went to the bank and got Helen her cash before going upstairs to shower. She took my car without asking but I wasn't too worried; she was a good enough driver. She was gone the whole afternoon and eventually I started to get worried. Fortunately, she didn't stay out too late and got back a little after dinnertime. I greeted her at the door. She smiled hello at me, tossed me my keys, and went up the stairs to the guest room carrying her load of shopping bags. I humored myself by thinking that she was a sore from her morning fuck and needed to rest ... most likely, she was a little sore at me for using her as a cum dumpster - but I didn't want to dwell too much on that ... she'd gotten her money. **************************** Jenna was drunk and still wearing one of her stripper uniforms - six inch platforms and a short black cocktail dress - when she showed up at the door a few hours later. "You decide to pick up Helen early?" I asked, hoping she hadn't, as she staggered into the house. She plopped down on the couch. "I got bumped from my shift by some sleazy fuckin' Mexican slut!" she slurred, "Shit, they're takin' all the fuckin' jobs these days!" I sat on the couch next to her. "It's too dead tonight to compete anyway," she curled up on the couch and kicked off the shoes to lay her bare legs across mine. "Everyone's home with their wives and girlfriends ... I figure that you're my best customer now." I didn't know whether to be flattered or pissed off. She looked up at me and stuck out her lip in a pout ... I realized it was the pout our Mother had too ... It's funny how genetics work sometimes. "I suppose you need more money?" I asked hopefully. "I suppose you need to fuck your big sister again!" she snapped at me. I pulled her legs so she was forced to lay back and slid my body between her thick thighs. "I'm really trying to help you out," I rationalized, pulling her arms over her head so that she was stretched out over the arm of the couch, her luscious tits threatening to pop out of the top of the tiny dress. "I'm sorry, Bob, I know you are." "I do have more money if you want it," I offered. "Really?" I slid my cock out and pulled her black thong aside to expose her pussy ... She'd shaved since last night. "You shaved? I really like that!" "That's what Helen said." I looked down at her surprised. "Come on, Bob!" she laughed, "You really thought I wouldn't find out that you paid her?" I must have looked really confused because she took my face in her hands and forced me to look into her eyes. Apparently, they didn't keep many secrets from each other. "I hear you might have an offer for us," she let go of my face and squirmed so that my cock was situated at the entrance of her freshly shaved pussy. "So, Let's hear it!" Okay, if that's the way the game was going to play out I might as well roll with it. "I want to fuck you," I stated, "and Helen at the same time." She didn't even flinch. "What else do you want us to do for you, Bob?" I'd dreamt of hearing those words from her all day ... since Helen had first planted the thought in my mind this morning. "First I want to cum in your pussy," I slid into her and noticed immediately that I might not be the first man to cum in her tonight, not that it mattered to me, "then I want Helen to suck it out as I fuck her." Jenna smiled and rocked her hips in rhythm with my strokes. It was so fucking hot and smooth I was ready to nut after just a few seconds. "You want my little girl to lick my cum filled pussy?" she asked in her stripper voice. "Yes!" I sensed a presence just then and looked towards the stairs. Helen was peaking through the rails. Soft rhythmic movements in the shadows indicated she was fingering herself again. Incestory: Three Way Weekend "You want to see cum all over my baby's pretty little face?" Jenna asked grabbing my hair and pulling my head between her giant soft titties. I cranked up my strokes a notch and Jenna's wide hips moved in unison with mine. She wrapped her strong thick legs around my back and moaned as I watched Helen watching us fuck. I felt my balls jerk in anticipation and Jenna could tell I was ready to bust in her. "You want to cum in me now?" "Yes!" "Cum in me!" I grunted and came in her, moaning and writhing at the intensity of the orgasm she'd elicited from me. Helen continued fingering herself only a few yards away as I pumped my cum into her mother's pussy. "Alright, Helen!" Jenna leaned backwards over the arm of the couch and shouted towards the stairs, "You're up!" On cue, Helen skipped down the last few stairs and smiled wickedly at me. I hadn't noticed before, but now that I could see her fully, I could see that she was dressed in a sheer pink baby doll camisole with her hair held up in pony tails by two wide white ribbons. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and curtsied so I could see her bald pussy. "Holy shit!" I grunted, "That's fucking hot!" "Hurry up, Slut!" Jenna laughed, "Before you have to suck two nuts out of me!" Helen skipped across the room and pushed me off of her mother so she could get on the couch between us. "We get a lot of extra for this," Helen said. **************************** They were both gone in the morning. I found my wallet minus my bank card and credit cards on the kitchen table. They'd gone through our parents stuff in the basement and taken anything even remotely valuable too. I'd been robbed blind by my own family. Well, she left me my car at least. I wasn't mad ... I didn't feel anything, didn't have a shred of emotion or energy left. Images swirled through my mind. Tormented fantasy and depravity mixed together in a flood of shameful perverted lust; Helen licking my cum out of her Mother's pussy; Jenna grinding out a screaming orgasm on her Daughter's mouth as I fucked Helen's ass; Helen choking down a wad of my jizz as her Mother fingered her to orgasm. I lay in bed until the afternoon before conjuring the will to shower and drive to the club my Sister worked at. Her car wasn't in the parking lot but I went in anyway. It was a small dive and the scrawny bartender was behind the bar still setting up for the evening crowd. I walked in and sat down, glancing up for a second at an older black woman moving half-heartedly around the pole on the stage before signaling for the Barman's attention. "What'll you have?" the Bartender asked. "I'm looking for someone," I said. "Aren't we all?" he shot me a serious look, "You gotta buy a beer or you gotta leave, them's the rules." "Fine," I threw him my last Ten. I guess I was going to have to borrow some money from a coworker or two to make it to the next paycheck, "Whatever's cold." He slid me a beer. "I'm looking for a girl who works here," I leaned forward, "Her name's Jenna ... I don't know what her stage name is." "Eve?" he asked. "Close to my height, brown hair, mid-thirties?" "Yeah," he said, "Her and Lilith took their act on the road," he wiped out an ashtray, "Going back to her shitty little pimp boyfriend, picked her up this morning, as a matter of fact." My mind reeled. "Lilith?" "Yeah, her kid, you know," he smiled, "Their little Mother-Daughter routine cleaned out every guy in this place over the last few weeks." He acknowledged an old man at the end of the bar holding out a twenty to get change. "They were 'Top Shelf' too. Shit, I dropped a wad or two on 'em myself just yesterday ... if you know what I mean?" He must have seen my expression change. "Dude," he said, sensing the awkwardness of the situation, "You're not going to be the only guy coming here looking for them today, alright?" He pushed my money back across the bar: "The beer's on me."