2 comments/ 105926 views/ 24 favorites Jen's Family Affair By: storied_life Jen placed a framed picture of her and her grandfather on her nightstand. Putting the finishing touches on her new home, she looked around approvingly. "Whew! Done at last." It was a modest apartment, just a studio that sat above the garage of her aunt and uncle's house. Jen had worked long hours, waitressing at a local restaurant to be able to buy some independence. The apartment had two key things going for it. First, it was close to the campus of the college she had just enrolled in and secondly, it served to get her out of the house she was living in with her grandfather and little brother Mike. Jen loved her grandfather dearly, and missed seeing him everyday. But she needed to get away from her Mike and his constant efforts to try and see her naked. People were always telling Jen how beautiful, how smart and what a good girl she was. This made her feel pretty good about herself. Too good, in some people's eyes. But of all her admirers, no one adorned her like her grandfather. Her grandfather had raised both Jen and Mike, since they were young. Jen had become an honor student and was the apple of her grandfather's eye. She had also blossomed into a stunning young woman and this combination seemed to fill her little brother with equal amounts resentment and lust. Unbeknownst to Jen, by moving so close to her aunt and uncle, she had gone form the proverbial frying pan, to the fire. Imagine being able to step out of the shower without having to worry about that little worm lurking about. Or catching him going through my underwear drawer. She sighed. "Enough of that, the sun is still out and I am gonna go get me some." Jen stripped off her jean shorts and t-shirt and pulled a small emerald green bikini out of a drawer. As she put it on, she took a moment to admire herself in the mirror above the dresser. Her hair was in a ponytail, which she undid and shook loose. Her long, auburn brown hair swayed as she moved, as did her small, firm breasts. At 19, Jen had developed some sumptuous curves that added incredible accents to her slender, elegant frame. She turned slightly to the side, and admired her flawless skin, long sexy legs, and her best feature, her big green eyes. Jen playfully practiced some sexy poses in the mirror. Seductive stares, come hither looks and a playful a pout, were all part of her repertoire. After a moment, Jen burst into a fit of giggles at the seductive poses and returned to putting on her bathing suit. Once outside Jen laid a beach towel on the grass and enjoyed the feel of the sun on her skin. "Mmm, the sun feels so good," she cooed. She slipped her mp3 player's headphones on and began tapping her foot. Jen felt like she had the world in the palm of her hand. As she relaxed, she praised herself, going over her many accomplishments. Beauty and brains, more than any one girl deserves she decided. After an hour or so in the sun, she became quite thirsty. Realizing her refrigerator was still empty, Jen wondered if either her aunt or uncle were home. I suppose it really doesn't matter, she thought, they told me to make myself at home. Jen slipped her flip-flops on and shuffled up to the deck of the large house. They said they usually leave the back door open, she thought. Sure enough, the sliding glass door moved aside and she walked right in. Jen bent at the waist a bit, leaning into the large refrigerator, searching for a diet soda. Still lost in the music from her headphones, she wiggled her bum back and worth and did not notice that her uncle had just entered the room. Jen cracked open a soda and turned to find her uncle standing right behind her. "Oh my god! You startled me. This looks really bad, but the door was open and Aunt Erica said I should make myself at home and my refrigerator is still empty." "Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's ok Jen. It doesn't look bad at all. It looks quite good actually," he said as he looked his niece up and down. Jimmy was a large, gruff man in his early 50s, who had once served a little time. Jen didn't think highly of him and in fact, wondered how she could even be related to him. She usually tried to avoid being alone with him. Jen looked at him askance, wishing she had covered up before she entered the house. I know I'm hot dude, but get a grip, she thought. As he continued to stare, Jen nervously looked away and tucked some loose hair behind her ear. It fell back into her face and her uncle reached up and tucked it behind her ear for her. Jen recoiled from his invasive touch. It was a reaction that did not please her uncle. With his ire raised he said, "I'm glad you're here. I deposited your rent check, I know, first, last and a security deposit is a lot for someone so young, but the check bounced." "What?!? Oh no! I'm so sorry Uncle Jimmy. I had to buy some books for school and thought I still had enough." "I'm sure I can borrow a little from paw-paw, to make up for it." "Paw-paw?" He said mockingly. "When are you gonna stop using that childish name for your grandfather? Anyway, Dad can barely afford to keep a roof over his and your brother's head. You really should be paying him back for all he's done for you, not sucking him dry." Jen felt a sudden pang of guilt. "Maybe we can work something out." He offered. "What do y'all mean?" "Well...I take a little off the rent and you take a little...off." He tugged playfully at the strap of the small bikini top. Jen's breasts were thrust up and out and there was nothing she could do to hide them from her uncle's stare. "Uncle Jimmy!" Jen looked at him disgusted. She tried to back up, but was already against the refrigerator. "I'm waitressing this weekend. I'll make enough to cover it." "I want it tonight Jen. Look, I don't care how you get it, just get it, ok? Lets not make this a monthly occurrence. You bounce another check and I bounce your pretty ass outta the apartment." As Jen laid her bikini-clad body, back down in the yard. She wondered how she could get the money quickly and how her uncle could be so disgusting. Jen understood that most men wanted her, but the realization that members of her family did as well, was shocking to her. Back in the house, Jimmy continued to stare at Jen from a window. Her body was so young and firm...absentmindedly, he adjusted the crotch of his jeans, which ere becoming quite snug. "She is a sexy little thing, isn't she?" The voice was that of Jimmy's wife Erica. Jimmy was so distracted, he didn't hear her come in and walk right up to the window. "You're home!" "Just in time, I see," she teased, following his gaze. "I haven't seen you this turned on in a while," she said wrapping her arms around her husband. "Miss high and mighty's check bounced." He groaned. "I knew this was a bad idea. She was Dad's problem, now she's gonna be mine." "You can always evict her at some point. But lets make it later, so we can some fun with her." Erica was Jimmy's second wife, having never had children; she managed at 42 to maintain her figure. Erica had a healthy sexual appetite, which she used to keep Jimmy happy, it was what ultimately caused him to marry her. She was also quite mischievous, which kept things lively and that was before the arrival of a new toy for her to play with. Jimmy continued to gaze out at the gorgeous girl in his back yard. There was anger in his eyes and a bulge in his pants, thinking about how he had opened his home to her and how stuck up she was. They continued to watch as Jen began climbing the stairs back to her apartment. Both of them fixated on her ass as it wiggled in the small bikini bottom. "I guess I see the benefits of having her around," Jimmy laughed. "Darling, you haven't seen anything yet. I got Jen some necessities at the store; think I'll go pay her a visit. I'll be back soon to make you dinner." Back in her apartment, Jen turned on some music and was about to strip off her bikini, when she heard a knock at the door. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. "Oh god, I hope its not Uncle Jimmy." She opened the door to see her Aunt Erica standing there, holding a grocery bag. "Hi Jen. I was at the supermarket and figured you could probably use a few things." "Oh wow! Thanks Aunt Erica." "Consider it a house warming gift dear. Erica unpacked the bag, which contained a bottle of wine. How about a toast to your new home?" "Sure! Sounds great!" "To your new life," Erica offered. They clinked glasses and took a sip. While Jen was drinking her wine, her Aunt drank in the vision of loveliness before her. Jen's towel hung right at her chest, just below her cleavage and stopped mid-thigh. It did little to conceal Jen's curves and in fact simply served to draw attention to the wonders that lay beneath it. The women put the groceries away settled into a loveseat for a chat. "The place looks great Jen." "Thanks. It's getting there." "Are you excited about starting college?" "Totally excited. You know that I'm the first one in the family to go." "Oh. No, I didn't realize that dear." Damn! This girl really needs to learn some humility, Erica thought. "There is something I have been wondering about dear. I still don't know why you were so desperate to get away from your brother. Was living with Mike that bad?" "Y'all have no idea. He is such a little pervert." "Really?" "Yeah. I would catch him going though my underwear drawer, or waiting for me to step out of the shower. Ugh! He is so disgusting." "Why didn't you tell your grandfather?" "Well, I didn't want to upset him and I guess I was kind of embarrassed. I just want him to be happy." "You love him very much don't you?" "I do. He raised me, and I know he would do anything for me. I almost think of him as my father." "That's so sweet." "Besides, I thought I could handle it. I could usually tell the little worm off and he would back down." "So what ended up changing that?" Erica was anxious to hear more. "Well...as much as I love paw-paw he is sort of old fashioned, right?" Erica nodded. "So I was not allowed to have boys over. Ever! I mean, unless he was there to chaperone." "One day, Chris, the guy I was dating, walked me home. I saw that no one was around, so I let him come in for a few minutes. We were in the living room and started fooling around a little. Just kissing really. He started touching me and I was getting so turned on, I knew I had to get him to leave or there would be no stopping him; besides paw-paw would be home soon." "It was hard to get Chris out the door. But once I did, I went upstairs, only to see Mike in the hallway with a big grin on his face. I was so startled to see him there. He informed me that he had been downstairs and filmed me with Chris on his phone. I had no idea the little worm was even home." "In an effort to find it, I pulled out my cell and called his, but heard nothing. Mike laughed that he had turned it off and hidden it." "We started arguing..." What would paw-paw say if he knew what a slut you really are? He sneered. I didn't do anything you little creep, and you know it! "But that didn't matter, I had done enough to upset paw-paw. I was scared and Mike knew it." Why don't you come into my room so we can discuss it? "Reluctantly, I followed him. God, his room was such a pigsty." "What happened next?" Aunt Erica questioned. She enjoyed listening to her innocent young niece recount the events and anticipated it only getting better. "He...he told me if I did as he said he wouldn't show the video to paw-paw. I didn't really trust him, but he gave his word and I felt like I really had no choice." "What did he tell you to do?" "He...he made me...I can't say it. It's so embarrassing. "What? What did Mike make you do?" "He said he wanted me to take my clothes off." Jen looked away and took a sip of her wine. Erica quickly refilled their glasses in an effort to keep Jen talking. As Jen extended her hand to accept the refill, her towel fell open. She reached to cover herself, but her aunt took her hand. "Leave it Jen, it's just us girls." Jen smiled a bit and took another sip of wine, while Erica stole a glance at the now exposed body before her. Erica was filled with lust and envy when it came to Jen. No wrinkles, no sags, nothing but smooth, soft skin. Erica was desperate to hear more. "It will help to tell someone dear," she placed a hand on Jens thigh. "You shouldn't have to carry this around with you. Did you do it? Did you strip for Mike?" "Yes. Yes, I did it. I stripped for my brother." "Oh my!" "He taunted me as I undressed. Saying that I was finally going to get what I deserved." "I tried to reason with him. Mike, I'm your sister, this is wrong. But he didn't care...Strip you brat! I remember him yelling." Grandpa thinks you are such a goody-two-shoes. We'll see about that. He sneered. "I moved really slow, trying to figure a way out, but eventually, I was standing in front of him in just my bra and panties." "Describe them to me Jen..." "Uh, well, they were white, with pink trim and have little kitties on them." "So cute," Erica purred. "Then he, he..." "Tell me!" It was more of an order, than an offer from her aunt. "He told me to bend over his bed so he...he could spank me." "Oh, how awful dear." Erica feigned concern, but was really thinking how the spanking was probably long overdue. "I can't imagine what must have been going through your pretty head." "I felt so vulnerable. I knew he was enjoying himself and enjoying seeing me humiliated. He started playing with my bum, as I lay across his bed. I couldn't believe he was touching me. I just let him have his fun, hoping it would end soon. Then he yanked my underwear down and started to spank me. After a couple of minutes, it was starting to sting, so I asked him to stop. He didn't want to, so I begged him. But first he made me promise to start being nice to him. Then he said I was going start right now." "Mmm. You probably looked as sexy to him, as you do right now." Erica has moving her hand up and down Jen's firm thigh. Jen took the touch as support and smiled appreciatively. The truth was that Erica was having a hard time keeping her hands off her niece as she sat describing the salacious encounter. "Mike made me lay down on his bed and he climbed on top of me. I felt trapped. He started squeezing my breasts. Then he pulled my bra off and told me to play with my tits." Jen continued. "Did you?" "Yes. I ran my fingers across them; I could feel my nipples stiffen." Jen ran her fingers lightly over her bikini top as she said it. A move that did not go unnoticed by her aunt. She wondered if Jen was getting turned on as well. "While I did this, Mike undressed. He's such a skinny-little nerd, I wanted to laugh, but then he pulled his...his thing..." "Say it Jen." "His cock. He took his cock out of his boxers and I didn't feel like laughing anymore. Not just because it was kinda big, but also because I was terrified of what he was going to do with it. It was so hard already." "He straddled me and began rubbing it between my breasts. He told me to hold them together, while he pushed it in and out." "Oh my goodness, he tit fucked you baby." Erica gushed. Jen nodded solemnly as Erica stared hungrily at the perky breasts on display just inches from her. "He was groaning pretty loud. Telling me what a brat I was and how things were going to be different around here from now on. Just then, we heard paw-paw come in downstairs. I freaked, but Mike told me that I needed to make him cum." "He got up closer to my face and told me to suck it." "Did you do it?" "At first I just kissed it. But he kept trying to push it in. I stuck my tongue out and he rubbed it all over my face. It was so gross, but I didn't know what to do." "Jen, did you suck his cock?" "Yes. Yes, I sucked my brother's cock. He finally forced it in my mouth. I could hear paw-paw downstairs calling for me, but I couldn't answer." "Mike started pushing it in and out of my mouth. He went faster and faster and groaned louder and louder." "He kept calling me a brat and told me to look up at him, so I did. He said something about how sexy I looked, with his cock in my mouth. Oh my god and he...he filled my mouth up with cum. It tasted so gross. I pushed him aside and swallowed it as I ran back to my room." "Do you have any idea how hot you are making me?" Before Jen could answer that question, she heard another. "Am I interrupting anything?" "Uncle Jimmy!" Jen quickly sat up straight and rapped her towel back around herself. She had become so comfortable and relaxed sipping wine and sharing her intimate story with her aunt. Jimmy stood in the doorway, surveying the scene before him. "I thought you were gonna make me some dinner. And you young lady, you're not gonna earn any rent just sitting there." Jen was suddenly very nervous. But Erica spoke up quickly. "Dear, why don't we skip dinner and get right to desert?" She said turning her eyes on the suddenly not so confident Jen. "Pull up a chair." Jimmy took one of the stools that sat at the kitchen counter and brought it across the room to the loveseat and sat down. Erica handed him her glass of wine and informed him, "Jen was just telling me a delightful story about what a naughty little girl she really is." "Oh really?" Jimmy asked. "Yes. It seems our tenant is quite the cock sucker." "Aunt Erica!" Jen was regretting that she had been so open with her aunt. "No! Not a good girl like Jen." Jimmy sarcastically replied. "Yes! I think there is a naughty girl in there, just dying to come out. Jen, do you know what I want right now?" She shook her head no. "Stand up." Jen tentatively rose. "Give me the towel." Jen looked nervously over at her uncle. "But..." "Shhh, do as you're told. You owe Uncle Jimmy a lot of money. Now you either take this towel off or we can send you back home. No easy commute to college, no apartment, no protection from Mike." Erica stood and turned Jen so that she was facing her uncle. She reached around and slowly pulled the towel open, exposing Jen's hot bikini body. Even though her uncle had just seen her dressed this way, Jen felt self-conscious, in the way she was being exposed to him. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it baby?" Erica sat herself back down. Jen stood awkwardly between them, unsure of what to do. "Now, dance Jen. Dance like a naughty girl for us." Jen felt trapped. Just this afternoon, everything seemed so perfect. Now she had no choice but to do as she was told, or run home, defeated. She resolved to get through this ordeal. "Ok, ok," she whispered as she closed her eyes and slowly she began swaying her hips. Jen was afraid to face her uncle, so she turned towards her aunt. This allowed Jimmy a great view of her firm, plump ass, as it moved seductively. "That a girl." Aunt Erica encouraged her. "I knew you could do it." Jen responded by extending her arms up, over her head and began rolling her hips in a more exaggerated motion. Jen looked incredible as she danced, her fluid movements were hypnotic. "Mmm...you look so sexy baby. Keep it up. I knew you'd like being a naughty girl." Every time Jen heard her aunt refer to her as naughty, she got more turned on. Jen was always such a good girl, to hear someone say the opposite was having a powerful effect. Jen ran her hands through her hair, tussling it slightly. Her hands then traveled down her body to her hips. Once there, Jen bent slightly at the waist and began wiggling her ass faster. "Yeah! Shake it Jen. Shake your ass." Her uncle shouted crassly. Jen's Family Affair Ch. 02 Jen sat talking excitedly to her grandfather, whom she affectionately called paw-paw, about how well college was going. She boasted about how hard she was studying, how her teachers were all impressed with her and how she was getting high marks on all her exams. And her grandfather ate it all up. He adorned Jen and doted on her like any proud grandparent would. He had raised her since she was young and now that she was a stunning young college student, he couldn't have been prouder. "You're such a good girl." As happy as he was, Jen's grandfather was a little lonely. "I do miss you Jen. How is it living in the apartment in back of Jimmy's house?" Jen had hoped to avoid this conversation. She had moved out of her grandfather's house, to live closer to college and to get away from the spying eyes of her little brother Mike. Thinking the small studio apartment above her uncle's garage would be a safe haven. It had turned out to be anything but. After bouncing a rent check, Jen was forced to pay her rent by submitting to her aunt and uncle. As Jen let her mind wander back to the whole ordeal, she couldn't help but cringe at the memory of the embarrassing experience. But her body tingled as well, recalling the incredible sensations she felt for the first time. "Jen...what's wrong dear? You are awfully quiet, is everything all right?" "Uh, it's fine. You know Uncle Jimmy...he can be a little strict sometimes." "Well, I am just glad there is someone there to keep an eye on you. You be a good girl and do what he says." Jen forced a smile and thought. Oh, paw-paw, if only you knew! Jen looked at the clock in her grandfather's kitchen. It had gotten late and Mike would be home soon. Jen had planned this visit to her grandfathers, knowing Mike would still be out. She was desperate to avoid her brother, who had grown more aggressive in his attempts to get his hands on his beautiful sister. At that moment outside in the driveway of the house, Mike's hands were busy tinkering under the hood of Jen's car. Mike worked after school at a service station and had learned a few things. When he came home to find Jen's car in the driveway, he realized it was a golden opportunity. Disable her car and Jen will have to stay the night, or get a ride home from him. The sun was setting and paw couldn't drive at night. Mike finished his simple sabotage and headed in the back door of the house. As he entered he saw his grandfather, giving money to Jen. This only added to his resentment, Jen gets everything she wants, he thought. "Thank you paw-paw. I'll pay you back, it's just that I am a little short this month." Jen embraced her grandfather affectionately. "Don't mention it dear, I only wish I could give you more. I want you to study at night, not waitress to pay the rent." "Since you are giving handouts..." Mike sarcastically critiqued the scene and extended his hand. "Michael. Did you pick up laundry detergent, like I asked you to?" "Uh, no. I forgot. I'll get it tomorrow." "Hey sis, how y'all doing?" "Fine. I'm fine. I should go paw-paw." Jen hugged her grandfather and quickly moved past Mike as he stood cleaning his greasy hands with a rag. Outside Jen tried in vain to start her car. No matter how many times she tried, she couldn't get it to turn over. It had been running fine, so she was confused. As she walked back into the house, she was met by her grandfather. "It won't start. Paw-paw can you drive me back?" "Honey, you know it will be dark before we get to your place. With my eyes, I can't be out that late. Mike can drive you home." Mike was still standing in the kitchen, smirking at the predicament he created. "Of course, I will." Jen tensed up at the thought of being alone with her brother. Her grandfather kissed her on the forehead and turned to Mike. "Now, you drive safely!" With that he walked into the den, leaving the siblings alone. "I need to get something first, I'll be right back." Mike bolted upstairs. He came back down, carrying a plastic bag. "Before we go, put this on." He said, handing her the bag. "Huh?" Jen opened it, to find her old high school uniform. "Where did you get this?!?" "In your closet, with all your old things. Hurry up, we don't have all night!" Jen was an excellent student, so her grandfather had paid to send her to a private high school, in the hopes of protecting her and getting her a better education. Seeing her get special treatment and seeing her in her uniform filled Mike with loathing and lust for his sexy sister. He wanted to see Jen as he had, while they lived together and in his fantasies. "Do it, or I am going to go show paw that video of you and Chris fooling around." Jen glanced nervously towards the den. "What would paw say if he knew his little princess was such a slut." When Jen was still a living at home, her brother had captured a clip of his high and mighty sister with her high school boyfriend. Jen was not allowed to have boys in the house and was afraid of how upset her grandfather would be if he knew she and Chris had been fooling around. Jen was a good girl, but her grandfather believed she was angelic. And Jen didn't want to do anything to disappoint him. Unsure of what to do Jen started towards the first floor bathroom, to change. "Uh, uh! Right here, you brat." Mike hissed. Jen was mortified, but decided that giving her brother a cheap thrill was a preferable than hurting her grandfather. Reluctantly she wiggled out of her tight jeans as her brother watched in anticipation. "Oh yeah, I like those." He looked on approvingly as Jen revealed a bright pink bra. It had delicate white trim along the padded cups that lifted Jen's breasts up and out. Between them sat a sweet, little bow. Her underwear were a matching pair of panties, also adorned with white trim along the low-rise waistband. Jen dressed quickly and when she finished, she looked liked a young woman dressed as a naughty schoolgirl for Halloween. The uniform was almost two years old and it barely fit her now. The short plaid skirt was now obscenely short, barely reaching mid-thigh. The blouse was too small and couldn't quite contain Jen's breasts, forcing her to leave a few of the top buttons undone. This allowed Mike fixate on the cleavage her perky young breasts created. Mike had even found the pair of ankle socks and shiny black loafers that Jen wore. "Oh, hell yeah. Now you look like the spoiled little brat you are. Let's go!" Out in Mikes old car, he had other demands. "Oh and give me that money paw just gave you!" "But I need that for my rent!" "I don't care! Paw gives you everything, it's not fair." Mike sounded like a bitter, little boy. He had years of frustration built up inside him towards Jen. Unfortunately for his sister, that included sexual frustration. During the ride, Mike couldn't help but gaze over at Jen. The short skirt left much of her sexy legs exposed. He put his hand on Jen's thigh at a traffic light, only to have her push it away. "Mike! Stop it." Mike simply laughed. "Wait! Where are we going? This isn't the way to Uncle Jimmy's house?" Jen was suddenly very scared. As Mike dove down a rural road, Jen quickly realized where he was headed. It was a place in town called the point. And Jen feared it would be the point of no return. It was an isolated area along a reservoir, the place in town where high school kids would go to drink, or fool around in their cars. As they traveled over the gravely road, Jen was filled with fear. "Please Mike, you can keep the money, but take me to Uncle Jimmy's. Please!" "We have unfinished business," was his only response. The sun was setting as Mike drove slowly past some other cars and found a private spot to park. Jen looked around nervously at the other cars and tried to see if they were anyone she knew. Back in high school, she knew many girls who came here with their boyfriends. The scenic spot offered young lovers an incredible view, but the only thing Mike was interested in looking at was his gorgeous sister, in her sexy little outfit. Once they had parked, Mike ordered Jen into the backseat. "I can't if you don't unlock the door, she explained." "Uh, uh. I don't trust you. Climb over the seat." There was no way for Jen to do this demurely. Climbing into the back allowed Mike full view of her perfect, panty-clad rear-end, as the small skirt failed to cover her. Mike joined her in the backseat and wasted no time in forcing himself on her. Jen tried to fight him off, but her younger brother was not so little anymore and he pinned her down. Smothering her face and neck with sloppy kisses, while his hands roamed all over her ripe, young body. Jen squirmed and struggled but could not get away from his groping. "Please no! Please Mike, this is wrong." She panted as Mike roughly squeezed her firm breasts and her petite, but plump round ass. "Mike, please stop, you're hurting me! I'm not some toy for you to play with. I'm your sister. Don't you have any sympathy for me?" "You're a spoiled brat and a tease, he growled in response. I got something for you, right here. With that he took Jen's hand and placed in on his crotch." Jen knew she had to get control of the situation, or she was going to end up helping her younger brother lose his virginity tonight. "Ok, ok Mike. You're right. I'm a brat, please let me up, I'll do whatever you want." Jen stopped struggling, which seemed to calm Mike down. Despite her panic, Jen managed to say the words in a convincing manner. Mike sat up cautiously and watched as Jen did too. She was relieved that she had bought herself a moment and quickly decided that if she pretended to play along, she might just get through this. Jen knew she was a few miles from her new home, but if she could just get Mike to relax a bit, she could make a break for it. The main road would offer an opportunity to hitch hike, but even if she had to walk the entire way, she would. "Thank you." Jen tried to muster a smile as she spoke. "Gosh, you really are hard." She ran her hand across his denim-covered crotch. "Don't be a tease, take it out." Jen slowly opened Mike's dirty work pants. He raised himself up slightly, allowing her to pull them down. Staring into Mike's eyes, Jen eased her hand into his boxer shorts. "Me a tease? I suppose it must have been hard, seeing me in my uniform, everyday after school." "You strut around like you think you're better than everyone else. You're a brat." While Jen did have a high opinion of herself, she didn't realize how much it rubbed people the wrong way. "I can't help it that I'm hot. Speaking of...it's getting hot in here. Would you mind opening the window, please?" Mike didn't move. "Pretty please?" Jen stopped massaging his crotch and unbuttoned her disheveled blouse completely, exposing her pretty pink bra. "Do you like them? Do you like my breasts?" "You know I do," Mike groaned. "You're so fucking gorgeous." "Want me to touch them?" Mike nodded at her offer, feeling powerful as Jen felt herself up. Gently she fondled her perfect b-cup breasts. Closing her eyes, she acted aroused, feeling her tender mounds in her hands. Her hand then traveled up, caressing her neck and through her auburn hair. "Mmm...I'm getting so hot." Jen sighed, "please open the window." Mike was suspicious, but she was right. It was a warm summer night and their tussling had left them both a little heated. He lowered the window, allowing in air and the sounds of their rural environment. "Whew, thanks Mike. Now where was I?" "Here!" Mike pulled his boxers down, freeing his straining cock and achy balls. "I want to fuck you." Jen took hold of Mike's cock, in an effort to control the action. "Yes. Yes, you're going to...fuck me." Jen could barely get the words out. "There's not much room back here, lay down, let me get on top." Jen tried to push Mike back by placing a hand on his chest. When he hesitated, Jen leaned in and summoning all her nerve, placed her lips on his. Slowly, tenderly kissing her younger brother. It was frighteningly intimate, but Jen knew that it could be her way out. She parted her soft lips and worked her tongue inside her brothers. Mike was a lousy kisser, as most boys were. But with Jen's guidance, he enjoyed the sexiest, most arousing his kiss of his young life. When Jen broke the kiss and eased back. Mike stared at her with wide eyes and laid himself down on the backseat. His cock was rock hard and pointing at the roof of the car. "Good boy," Jen whispered. Her plan of seduction was working, she thought, as she eased herself on top of him. Jen straddled her brother, forcing his cock down; it lay sandwiched between Mike's stomach and her panty-covered pussy. The feeling caused Jen to cringe as she slid herself along it, towards the open window, which sat just over Mike's head. Just a little further, she thought. Mike loved the sensation of his sister, sliding herself along his cock. So much so that he clamped his hands down on her waist and began forcing her back and forth along its length. "Oh yeah, yeah! Ride it Jen! Ride it!" "Uh, uh, uh...wait!" "Wait! Uh! Uh! Uh!" "Mike slow down." The friction was getting Mike fired up and was also starting to have an effect on Jen. She had tears welling up in her big beautiful eyes. But her eyes weren't the only thing getting wet, as she felt her panties beginning to as well. "I have waited long enough." Mike growled. His balls were beginning to ache and he wanted relief. "I know, I know. You're right. I uh...just don't think you should have to do any of the work. Let me do it. Let me...please you." She offered hopefully. Jen took Mike's hands and he allowed her to move them off of her waist. Sweetly she continued. "You worked so hard all day. You deserve it. Me? I was just a little brat and now I am going to get what I deserve." The words rang true to Mike and he rested his hands behind his head, anxious to see what was going to happen. Jen took a deep breath. Reaching down, she pulled her panties to the side, allowing her and her brother's private parts to meet for the first time. "Feel that Mike? You big hard cock is touching my little pussy. Oh, you're so hard..." Mike could only groan, believing his teenage fantasies were finally about to come true. Jen felt so soft against his rigid erection. She watched as his eyes rolled back a bit and he enjoyed the sensation of his cock against her wet warmth. "Now don't move, she whispered. I am going to put it in." The siblings both swallowed hard, each about to make their big leap. Quickly, Jen scurried over Mike and tried to climb out the window. She was almost out, before Mike recovered and pulled her back. Now only Jen's head and chest sat outside, the lower half of her body was in the car and completely at her brothers' mercy. "I knew it! You fucking brat. Fine, we'll do it my way!" With a firm grip on her waist, Mike got onto his knees behind Jen. He flipped her tiny skirt up onto her back and pulled her little pink panties down, exposing her completely. Mike struggled a bit, awkwardly trying to find Jen's pussy. His inexperience and anger were getting the best of him. Eventually his throbbing teenage cock found the warm, wet opening. Fear gripped Jen now, even harder than her brother did. "Mike! No! Please!" But Mike pressed forward, the head of his cock wormed it's way into his sister. "Oh my god!" He shouted. She felt so good; it was the single greatest sensation Mike had ever felt. All he ever dreamt of was finally going to happen. Suddenly, a bright light blinded both of them. And caused Mike to recoil, pulling out of his sweet sister. "Jen? Jen, is that you?" Jen shielded her eyes from the sudden light, listening to the familiar voice. "Who...?" The light was from a flashlight, which was averted as a young security guard approached the car. "Jen, its me...it's Chris." Jen was mortified. He watched as she quickly buttoned her blouse and act as if there was nothing unusual happening. She wondered if he had seen that someone was taking her from behind, or was about to. Chris leaned towards the window and spoke softly. "Jen, what are you doing here? Wait...on second thought; don't answer that," he said dejectedly. He cast a glance into the car as Mike scurried into the shadows, quickly trying to hide his identity under a ball cap. Jen was wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. She prayed that Chris didn't recognize her brother as the other occupant in the car. Being at a make out spot was with her brother and then being seen by her ex-boyfriend, was adding insult to injury. Trying to gain some composure, she continued to adjust her outfit and then tried to fix her now tussled hair. She noticed Chris seemed puzzled by her what she was wearing. "Costume party!" She blurted out, unconvincingly. "You...work, here?" She asked, trying to turn the attention away from herself. "Yeah, my uncle got me the job. It's just something until I figure out what I want to do. They're really cracking down on people coming here, after dark. You and your, uh, date should get going. We confiscated some beer from some kids in a van and the police are on their way." "My date? Oh, no, I uh..." "Jen...don't. I know you have moved on, from your old school, from your old house and...your old boyfriend." "No, its not what you think..." Jen had asked for some time and space from Chris, she had wanted a clean plate as she started college. Now she realized he must be thinking the worst of her. Suddenly a voice from the darkness summoned Chris. "Look, I gotta go. Get outta here, now!" "Thanks Chris. I'm sorry." Whatever he thought of her, his arrival saved her and she grateful. Without a word, Mike drove cautiously back down the darkened road and continued towards Jen's new home. The siblings sat in silence. Jen was humiliated. What must Chris be thinking? She cringed at the thought of him seeing her, dressed like a schoolgirl, parking with her brother. She noticed Mike was squirming in his seat. "Ugh, my balls! They are killing me. When we get back to your place, we're gonna finish this." Jen couldn't even respond. Eventually they pulled into the driveway of their uncle's house, Jen's tiny apartment sat at the far end, above the garage. Inside the main house, their aunt Erica sat watching television and sipping wine. She was bored, as her husband Jimmy was out for his poker night. Hearing a car pull in along her house, she glanced out the window. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she saw that it was her niece and nephew. Mike met Jen at her side of the car and took her by the wrist. "Come on!" Mike had every intention of relieving the ache he felt in his now blue balls. But Erica quickly moved to the back door and turned the on an outside light, stopping Mike and Jen in their tracks. "Jen! You're so late...I've been waiting up for you. Hello Michael. What a nice surprise, would you care to join us?" Erica knew full well that he wouldn't and that her presence would likely drive him away. "Uh, ummm. No, thanks. I gotta go," he stammered. "Oh. Another time then," she smiled. "All right, young lady...inside." Jen was actually relieved to see her aunt. This was the second time tonight that someone had saved her from her brother, just in time. Erica escorted her niece into the living room, outside they heard the sound of Mike's screeching tires as he headed back home. "I didn't realize you had a date with Mike tonight." Erica said, admiring her stunning niece, who was still dressed in her old uniform. "That's quite a naughty outfit Jen." "Mike made me wear it," she offered as an explanation. Jen's Family Affair Ch. 03 Jen stepped off the bus with her smart phone in hand and butterflies in her stomach. Glancing at the digital map on her phone for the hundredth time that day. The address was still the same and so was her hope that she had finally found her father. Jen and had been raised by her maternal grandfather, never knowing her parents. She loved her grandfather dearly and affectionately referred to him as Paw-Paw. But her family was never very forthcoming with information about them. Apparently her father never married her mother and they split up just after Jen and her brother were born. When Jen's mom passed, no one seemed to want to acknowledge they even existed. But Jen was curious and over the years she had pieced together clues about her fathers identity. At her recent 20th birthday party, she found out from an elderly family friend, that he was a photographer. It was the final piece to the puzzle that she had been trying to assemble since she was a little girl. She was far from home now, all the way across the state. Jen didn't trust her old car to make the trip without incident, so she had bused her way into town. "I must be getting close," she encouraged herself. After a few blocks she came across an old brick building. It looked to have been a manufacturing plant, but was now a cool office space, which seemed to be filled with various creative studios. Inside was lots of exposed brick and ductwork. Jen doubled checked the address and found his name on the tenant directory. Taking a deep breath, she rode up a large freight elevator to the top floor, in search of her destiny. The elevator opened in an expansive studio space. It had high ceilings, large windows and three large storage bays, filled with sets, props and racks of clothes. Across the space a man, who looked to be in his late-40s was setting up some light stands. Jen froze as he turned towards her. Oh my gawd! Is it him? Could that be my father? Her mind raced. As he approached, Jen tried to see if she could detect a resemblance to herself, or her brother. He was a good-looking man, tall like her. His hair was graying at the temples, which Jen found appealing. He was dressed in a blue oxford shirt, the sleeved were rolled up, revealing strong forearms. Jen had rehearsed many different ways to greet him and ask if he was indeed her father. But now that she was here, her mind was blank. He broke the silence. "Well, hello there. I'm Ernest..." I think I know who you are, Jen responded silently. "I'm Jen." "Jen...I was expecting Liz. But I think I like you better Jen," he smiled. "I've never used you before." "What?" "Ha! I mean photographed. Have you ever modeled before?" Jen suddenly realized that he had taken her for a model. She decided to play along, in hopes of learning the truth about his identity. "I'm sorry. I'm just really nervous. I haven't modeled before...but want to! I was just hoping you would give me a chance." She was afraid to come right out and ask if he was her father and risk driving him away. She needed to gain his trust, to learn the truth. "Are you over 18?" He asked, looking her up and down. Reaching out he touched her long auburn hair, then took hold of her chin and turned her head, side to side. "Yes, yes, I'm 20 years old." Jen stiffened at the examination. "20 years old and fresh off the bus." He smiled. "Y'all could say that, yes." "Turn around." Jen blushed and slowly turned. As she did, she finally noticed many of the prints hanging on the walls. They were all portraits of women. Gorgeous, mostly naked women. What kind of photographer is he? She wondered for the first time. "You certainly are beautiful. Sexy with a certain girl-next-door charm...I love your big green eyes, they're very expressive. What are your measurements?" "Uh...32b-23-35..." Jen stuttered. She was not used to being questioned so openly about her body. "Hmmm. Take off your clothes...lets have a look." "What?!?" "Look hon, I can't waste my time babying you. I need to see your body, to see if I can use you. You show up here with no appointment, no experience...either undress, or leave. The clock is ticking." Jen needed to make a quick decision, reveal who she was, or reveal her body to him. Her hands trembled as she undressed in front of the man she believed to be her father. As she pulled her pink sweater over her head, Ernest reached out to take it from her. Jen could feel his eyes on her as she removed her clothes, but could not meet his gaze. Once Jen had wiggled out of her jeans, she was left standing in a pair of pink panties, adorned with a white and red heart pattern. The matching, padded push-up bra, thrust her mouthwatering mounds up and out deliciously. "I like what I see. Great skin...just flawless, toned stomach, ass looks tight. Do you always wear such cute underwear?" Jen nodded. She could feel herself turning red, but she enjoyed hearing him praise her. "Well, I am shooting a calendar today, a different set up for each month. It will be a long day and hard work, but you can make a lot of money. Actually, I like what you have on better than what I had planned for February, which is going to be a valentines shot." Jen thought a day spent together would certainly reveal the truth, so she agreed and signed a model release. She used a fake last name, calling herself Jennifer Fox, so as to not expose her true identity. "Why don't we get started?" He led her across the open space to where he had been setting up. There was a lot of sun coming through the windows and it created a bright, almost heavenly atmosphere. "I love shooting at this time of day. We get lots of natural light in here." Ernest handed a large teddy bear to Jen, it was almost as tall as she was. Jen was happy to have something to hide behind as Ernest began photographing her. He uttered a series of short commands and he continuously snapped off shot, after shot. "Ok, that's cute. Now lay the bear down and climb on top of him." Jen hesitated for a moment, but followed his instructions. "That's it, straddle him. Lean in and give him a kiss. Nice! I want you to squeeze him between your legs, throw your head back...he feels good. Big smile Jen!" Jen did her best to follow his instructions, but felt awkward riding on the stuffed animal. "Don't be a so shy Jen! What are you, a baby?" "I'm not a baby!" She hissed back. "Jen you gotta work with me, you gotta relax. He's your valentine, make him happy." She began cuddling with the bear and pretended to he having fun. "That's it...now sit up, arch your back. You're surprised how good it feels...big, big smile." Though Jen was somewhat stiff, her natural beauty shone as brightly as the light coming from outside and Ernest was satisfied he had at least one shot of her looking absolutely adorable. "Ok, that's enough." Ernest sighed and shook his head. He led her to a dressing room. It contained a couch, lighted mirror, make up, wigs and a rack of outfits. "You can change in here. We have no stylist today, so you will have to do your own hair and makeup. Just keep it simple; you don't look like you need much. Lets do January next...you'll be wearing this." He handed Jen a pair of black lacey panties, garter belt, thigh-high nylons and high heel shoes. Jen accepted the outfit. "Uh, there's no top?" Ernest sighed again. "Get changed!" Jen knew she needed to do better, or he wouldn't work with her and she would never learn the truth. She set her bag down and set about winning over Ernest. She would often look at swimsuit magazines and lingerie catalogs and wonder about the glamorous lifestyle. Jen looked into the mirror and gave herself a pep talk. This could be a big breakthrough, in terms of family and career. You can do it! The clicking of Jen's heels announced her arrival on the set. Ernest turned and watched her approach; she held her hands up, in an effort to cover her breasts and keep them from bouncing. "Gorgeous. Your legs look great in those stockings." Ernest positioned her on a plush couch and sprinkled confetti and laid streamers across her, creating a celebratory scene. He handed her a pair of balloons, with the words, happy New Year on them. "Here, hold these instead." Jen held the balloons up, concealing her breasts. She smiled coyly as Ernest began shooting the sexy scene, he offered encouragement in the hopes of loosening her up. "These are hot. People are looking at your photo Jen, thinking how sexy you are. How they want to ring in the New Year with you. Show them how sexy you are!" Jen squeezed the balloons together, as if they were her breasts and cooed. "Nice! Now lick your lips." Ernest then set the camera down and retrieved a bottle of champagne. He loosened the cork and handed the bottle to Jen. "I want you to hold this between your legs. Jen reluctantly let the balloons fall to the floor, exposing her perky breasts for the first time. Ernest had to look; they were so young and ripe and her pinkish nipples appeared firm. He situated the bottled suggestively between Jen's luscious thighs. "Look right at me Jen. That's it, now give me a sexy pout, more, more sex! Ok...pop the cork!" Jen released the bottle top and a spray of bubbly launched into the air. It cascaded out of the bottle and onto the modest model. Her sheer black stockings and panties were soaked in the flow of champagne. The loud pop and cold liquid made Jen giggle. "Nice! That's the money shot. Good job!" Ernest grabbed a mug and poured some champagne into it. "You were great. Here, have a little." "Thank you. That was fun." The champagne was sweet and made Jen feel warm and more confident. The next few set ups went quickly as Jen was learning to simply give Ernest whatever he asked for. There was no time to stop and question every direction he gave her. March was a sexy St. Patrick's day theme, with Jen wearing a green hat and a tiny pair of green shorts. This time, a pair of frosty beer mugs were used to conceal her breasts from the camera. For April, the theme was Earth day and Jen managed to make an earthy-crunchy hippie-type, look hot. She was dressed in a pair of small, cut off jean shorts, sandals and a tie-dye bikini top. She wore round sunglasses and a big smile as she flashed a peace sign and a little skin for the camera. May was a Cinco de Mayo set up. Jen was dressed as a sexy senorita, in a long dark wig, colorful skirt, which was slit almost to her waist and a halter top, which was covered in colorful ruffles and left her sexy stomach fully exposed. Ernest threw a sombrero on the floor and told Jen to dance around it. She did her best hip shaking salsa, which Ernest found scintillating. After he was sure he had captured the image he wanted, he let Jen continue to dance, so he could simply watch her move her body for amusement. Damn, this girl is hot, what a find. He smiled to himself. They hit a minor snafu with June. The plan was a graduation theme, but the cap and gown Jen was going to wear and then unzip to reveal some lingerie, was nowhere to be found. Ernest groaned with frustration searching the wardrobe rack. "Well, lets come back to June." "For July...you'll be wearing this," he held out a skimpy red, white and blue bikini. Jen took the colorful garment, taken aback by the how little there was to it. She emerged from the dressing room in the bikini and saw that Ernest had quickly created a set, of a picnic table, with assorted summer snacks. He turned towards her and smiled, "you look amazing, legs for days. How do you feel?" "Uh, patriotic...?" She giggled and offered a silly salute. Jen observed that the larger pieces of furniture were on wheels and Ernest used various backdrops to help create the photo fantasies. Ernest chuckled and tapped the table, "right here babe." Handing Jen her next prop. "Nothing says the fourth of July, like a hot dog." He posed Jen with the dog close to her open mouth, then added a few drops of mustard to her cleavage. It appeared as if they had dripped down form above. Ernest was being more hands on now and Jen felt herself responding to his touch. Her breasts and her pride swelled as he fondled and flattered her. "These look good enough to eat," he joked, adjusting the bikini top slightly. "Maybe for dessert," Jen flirted, then cringed. Did I just say that? What am I doing? Ernest came in close and began shooting. "That's it, bring it to your mouth, a little more tongue. Nice! Now look down at your chest, you're surprised, oops! Yes, that's it. Very cute! Wipe the mustard up with your finger; now bring it to your mouth. Hold that. Now suck on your finger. Yes! Gorgeous!" Ernest was impressed with Jen, her looks and desire to please him, were a real turn on. Though the calendar was only supposed to show a little nudity, he decided to push further and see if Jen would play along. I can always sell the real explicit shots somewhere else, he decided. "I want to try a few more things Jen." Ernest positioned the hot dog on the edge of the picnic table, with the dog, sticking out a bit more from its bun. "Now...get on your knees in front on it." Jen paused for a moment, unsure of what was happening. "Don't worry, I won't tell your boyfriend." "Oh, I don't have one." Jen replied, as she sank to her knees next to the picnic table. "Are you married?" "Nope." "Any kids?" Ernest looked at her suspiciously. "Let's try and stay focused Jen. Ok. Get closer to the hot dog. Open wide. You are going in for a bite, or rather a lick." Jen extended her tongue and touched the tip of the meat. "Yes! Good girl. Turn your head a bit. Now take it in your mouth, but don't bite it." Jen laughed, and obeyed the direction. "Sexy! Ok, one more. Stand up, turn around and bend over, with your bum near the dog." Jen blushed a bit as she assumed the position. This is getting pretty kinky, she thought. But she was enjoying herself. Despite the business at hand, Jen felt quite aroused. Ernest's voice brought her back to attention. "That is so hot Jen. Now look at me. Now big smile. Yeah, that meat is close to your ass. Do you want it?" "Yes." Jen found herself whisper. "Look over your shoulder at it. Yes! Now lick your lips." The erotic absurdity of the set up was lost on Jen, she accepted each direction with eager anticipation. She was desperate to be told what to do. "I want you to reach back and slowly lower your bikini bottoms." Ernest was moving around her, getting the obscene act from various angles. "Yes. Show your buns to the hot dog." Jen exposed her ass. Even Ernest was a bit taken aback by how good it looked. Jen's tiny waist curved out beautifully, offering a round, fleshy, but firm bum, begging to be bitten. "Now move back just a bit. I want it to look like it's going in." Jen closed her eyes and opened her mouth, she looked to be lost in lust. She would have made love to the hot dog if Ernest had told her to. "Whew! Ok, we're good. That was incredible. You were incredible." Jen stood and covered her derriere. A bit flustered by what she had been feeling. "August is another bikini shot, you go get changed." In the dressing room Jen peeked at her phone and saw that her grandfather had called. He's looking for me! Paw-paw would not be happy to know I am here. I'll call him later. Jen put the phone and any thoughts about reality aside. She was lost in a fantasy world, one she was content to remain in. When Jen returned to the set, she saw that a simple beach scene had been created. She had dressed in a skimpy yellow, string bikini. Positioning herself in the beach chair, she anxiously awaited her orders. Ernest approached and unwrapped a red popsicle, handing it to her. "Do you know what to do?" Jen touched the treat to her lips and nodded. "I think so." She began teasingly at first, simply using her tongue. But eventually worked the popsicle into her mouth. "Nice. Now pull your bikini top aside." Jen stared at Ernest as she freed her left breast, she thought she could see a bulge in his khakis. Does he do this with all his models? Wait, I am not just a model...I'm his daughter. Jen let the thought go and then both she and Ernest watched as the popsicle slid across her soft skin, leaving a sticky trail, as she reached her nipple. Jen sighed as she the icy touch made her nipple rock hard. Ernest groaned an approval of what he saw and continued to capture the scene. "I want you to keep moving it down your beautiful body." Jen shivered at the icy touch on her skin and at the arousal that she was feeling. "That's it, down your stomach. Now look down at your bikini bottoms...you are so sexy Jen. Lift them a bit...that's it, now ease the popsicle in..." Jen wasn't sure if she should. But Ernest voice had become hypnotic to her, his words were law and she moved it towards her pussy. Jen was panting as the she felt the cool sensation along her slit. "Oh, oh..." "Hold it there...that's it. Now slowly move it back up to your mouth Jen. Suck it. Suck it baby." Jen obediently put the popsicle back in her mouth. Her heat was causing the treat and the photographer to melt. "Whew...that was hot. Ok, you better go get cleaned up. There is a shower in the bathroom over there." As she walked away, she heard Ernest, "Father's day is also in June." "Father's day..." Jen whispered, turning back in disbelief. "Maybe we should just use that?" Jen smiled. "I'd like that." Jen was feeling flustered and staggered into the bathroom in a daze. Wondering if Ernest realized what he was doing to her. She was convinced that if she reached down and touched her clit, she could cum, right now. She was also convinced that he was in fact her father. She knew they still had several shots remaining and quivered just thinking about what Ernest could be planning for her. How do I tell him now? What do I say? I think you're my father and I totally got off posing for you? Jen stepped into the shower, to rinse off and trying to sort out everything she was feeling. She was startled when the curtain was abruptly pulled back and she saw Ernest standing there. "Oh my gawd!" Ernest didn't have his camera, but possessed an intense look as he starred at the scared young woman. "You are so hot. I had to see you...naked." "Wait! This has to stop," Jen pleaded. "Covering herself with her hands. I need to ask you...I need to know something..." "I know what you need. Touch yourself." "What? What about the calendar?" "You heard me!" Jen was so flustered. She was desperate to touch herself, but didn't intend to do it in front of anyone. To put on a show, like she had been all afternoon. She had been trying to conceal her breasts...but slowly she moved her arm away, leaving only her hands on them. Jen cupped them tenderly, they filled her delicate hands and were sensitive to the touch. She caressed them and then squeezed them, her nipples were harder than she realized they could be. The tiny nubs feeling like pebbles to her finger as she pressed on them. "Pinch them, pinch your nipples." Ernest commanded. "Oh, oh...they're so hard." Jen confessed. "Now, touch your pussy." Jen didn't hesitate any longer. Slowly her hands moved down her toned tummy, past her navel and found her moist slit. She gasped, as her finger found her aching clit, which she knew would deliver her to ecstasy. She began to massage it, in a circular motion. She turned her head away and closed her eyes, but heard Ernest's disapproval. "Look at me! You are so fucking gorgeous. You like touching yourself for me?" Jen met his stare, she was touching herself in front of her father, she was sure of it. "Yes..." Her breathing increased and her body trembled. "Oh! Oh! Oh, I'm gonna cum!" Jen threw her head back, her entire body shook from the powerful orgasm, she so desperately wanted. Jen nearly lost her balance, but Ernest reached out and steadied her. He then helped her from the shower..."on your knees." Jen's Family Affair Jen tried to block out his comments, but found herself responding by wiggling her ass obscenely. Her firm, but fleshy ass cheeks shook and collided with each other, much to her uncles amusement. "Damn girl! What would paw-paw say, if he could see you shaking your ass like this?" Jimmy taunted. Jen stiffened at the comment, but Erica continued, "baby, take your bikini top off for me." Obediently, Jen reached behind her and unclasped the bikini top. She tossed it onto the loveseat and reached to cover her breasts. "No, don't cover them baby, show them to me. Jen lowered her hands." "So beautiful," Erica purred as she reached up and fondled Jen's perfectly round, sensitive breasts. Erica smiled watching as Jen's head rolled back and she began panting. "Young girls have the most sensitive breasts." Next Erica fixated on Jen's toned tummy and tiny navel. Running her hand lightly over it. Then slowly down, across the small emerald green bikini and between Jen's legs. Then lightly ran her hand over Jen's pussy, causing the young woman to let out a soft sigh, "Aunt Erica...oh." Erica applied more pressure and could feel the crotch of the bikini bottoms were slightly damp. Erica couldn't resist slipping her hand inside and running a finger along Jen's slit. She brought the finger out and made a show of feeding it to Jen. Turning her toward her uncle and inserting it in her mouth. "Taste how sweet you are baby." This can't be happening, Jen thought. "Damn!" Was all that Jimmy could manage. With Jen looking nervously over at her uncle, Erica lowered her bikini bottoms and sat back down. "Bend over baby, show your pretty ass to Uncle Jimmy." Jen obeyed. Which brought her face close to her aunt. Erica ran a finger across Jen's lower lip, which trembled slightly. Then she kissed her. Lightly at first, barely touching her lips, then deeper, using her tongue to lick at her niece's mouth. Eventually, forcing her tongue inside and kissing her niece passionately. It was the most sensual kiss Jen had even received. Not like the clumsy kisses of her boyfriends. As she allowed her mouth to be explored, she felt lightheaded. As their lips parted, Jen stared wide-eyed at her aunt. Erica eased her niece down on the floor. "I want you to crawl over to your uncle, on your hands and knees." As Jen began to crawl, she kept her head down. She was afraid to face her uncle and felt ashamed at how turned on she was getting. When she reached the feet of her uncle, she looked up timidly and saw that his pants were open and his massive cock was on display. Erica knelt beside Jen and grasped her husband's cock with one hand. With the other she guided Jen's head towards it. "Open that pretty mouth baby." Jen obeyed and wrapped her lips around the warm, firm flesh. Jimmy groaned at having a blowjob by someone who both aroused and annoyed him. Jen put the large purple head in her mouth and sucked, causing it to swell. At her aunt's urging she began sliding the cock's full length into her mouth. "That's it, take it all in baby." "You are a naughty girl, aren't you?" Jen mumbled in agreement, working the cock in and out of her mouth. She began sucking it deeper and faster now. Most of the shaft disappeared into her mouth as her bobbed up and down on it. "You're doing a good job baby. That's not little boy, that's a man's cock you have in your mouth now." Erica continued to coach her niece through the blowjob. "Now lick his balls baby, he loves that." "Oh yeah. Suck it, suck it good." Jimmy groaned. Jen had such a beautiful face, the most beautiful face her uncle had ever seen. The sight of her on her knees servicing him made him feel empowered, so he grabbed her head and began fucking her face. Jen whimpered as she found it hard to take in and began gagging on it. Mercifully, Jimmy released her head; he had more in mind for her than a blowjob. Jimmy plopped himself down on the loveseat, with his cock pointed at the ceiling, he pointed down at Jen. "Get up here, I'm gonna to fuck you." Erica took her niece by the hand and helped Jen straddle her uncle. "Oh yeah, time to pay the rent, little girl." Jimmy continued to try and demean Jen as much as he could. Jen couldn't look at her uncle as lowered herself down on the cock, it was the biggest she had ever encountered. "Oh my god!" She gasped. She cringed as inch, after hard inch filled her up. "Now ride it. Ride my cock, you little snob!" A spank on her ass got Jen moving. She cringed at the verbal abuse she heard and the physical assault on her pussy. Jen felt like she was riding a mechanical bull. She undulated her body, as if she was still dancing. But this was more of a pole dance, at least Jen felt like she was impaled on one. Her uncle grabbed a handful of hair and forced her face to his. Even worse, he forced her to kiss him, which Jen despised. The kisses actually felt more intimate than the penetration of his cock, leaving her feeling even more violated. Jen looked at him with disgust as he continued to fondle her breasts and force kisses on her. Jen opened her eyes to see Erica taking photos of her with her phone. "Smile pretty for the camera baby." Jen tried to comply, but her smile was one like that of a scared little girl, trying to put on a brave face. "Now lick your lips baby." The photographs were obscene, with Jen straddling her uncle posing as if she was having a fun. It was humiliating to her and she knew, they would come back to haunt her. Jen was so wet, but despite her arousal, the fear and disgust she felt towards her uncle prevented her from having an orgasm. Jen eventually stopped bouncing on her uncle's lap, in order to catch her breath. When from behind her, her aunt reentered the picture, by kissing Jen's beautiful derriere. It was so round, the skin so smooth. Erica covered it in kisses. "Hold her in place Jim." Erica then got down on her knees and moved to where her husband's cock sat, buried inside of their niece. Erica licked at Jimmy's balls, up his shaft, around Jen's pussy and up to her tiny asshole. She worked both Jen and Jimmy into a frenzy with her talented tongue. Each were moaning loudly and needed to cum. Between licks Erica offered praise of what she saw. "Your big cock looks so good buried in that tight little pussy." "She is so tight babe, you have no idea." "I know what else is tight." With that Erica used some of Jen's juices, which had coated Jim's cock, to tease Jen's asshole with her finger. "Aunt Erica, wait! What are you doing?!?" "I want to get inside that naughty ass baby." Jen let out a high-pitched squeal as her aunt's finger found its way up and inside her virgin ass. It was incredibly tight, but Erica was patient, allowing Jen to get used to it, before she proceeded to bury it deep inside her. "Do you like that baby?" Jen bit her lip and only responded by squirming, in the hopes of getting away from her aunt's probing finger. But the squirm quickly turned into a wiggle as she found that there was no getting away from it and the sensation was not at all unpleasant to her. Erica began massaging her husband's balls with her other hand, his cock visibly got harder and he groaned loudly. "Oh my god!" He shouted. The teasing had both Jimmy and Jen on the verge of cumming. Suddenly, Jimmy stood, with Jen trapped in his arms and her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He resumed fucking her, this time with a frenzy, from the added arousal. With his large hands cupping her ass, he pistoned his cock in and out of his niece mercilessly. Jen was bouncing and crying out in ecstasy. To a passerby it may have sounded like someone singing. It was a steady flow of moans, which never ceased. Earlier while she was dancing and even sucking her uncle's cock, Jen felt that she had maintained some level of control. But now, being held up, she was experiencing was an arousing assault, the likes of which she had never known. She never dreamed it would happen, but an orgasm was building, despite all her efforts to resist it. Jen finally relinquished control and reached an ear-splitting crescendo of an orgasm. "Oh, please don't stop! Oh! Oh! Oooh!" Jen whimpered as he began to slow down and lowered her. "I want to cum in your mouth... on your knees." She slumped to the floor, opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Erica knelt beside her niece and pumped Jimmy's cock, unleashing a load of cum into Jen's mouth and all over her beautiful face. "Ugh! Oh yeah, yeah!" "I think you can forget about the rent, for this month anyway..." he said as he caught his breath and wiped the last of his cum on her. Erica kissed her niece on the forehead, as if rewarding a child for a job well done. "Get some rest baby. While you are living here, consider yourself Uncle Jimmy's property." Jimmy was quick to agree as they left the apartment and Jen kneeling on the floor. Once she regained her composure somewhat, Jen washed herself up and went right to bed. As she lay there, clutching her old rag doll, she had since childhood; she stared at the framed photo on her nightstand. The image was of her and her grandfather and she realized he was no longer going to be able to protect her. "Oh, paw-paw..." Suddenly, her cell phone buzzed, alerting her that she had a text message. She reached for her phone and saw that it was from her little brother, causing her heart to sink. It read... Hey sis. How is the new place? When r u having me over? We have unfinished business : )