0 comments/ 107137 views/ 9 favorites Molly's Passion By: Uncle Bert There it was at the end of the picnic table, the face that launched a thousand dicks. I'm referring to my niece Molly, and the summer that changed all our lives. We've been flirting since she was a little girl, but the undertone of attraction between us solidified as she grew older. She always liked to sit on my lap, for instance, but when she was fourteen she wriggled around too much, and I grew a full-blown hard-on. It embarrassed both of us and it was a long time before she sat on my lap again. After that, I tried to maintain a properly avuncular distance, but ever since she has loomed large in my erotic fantasies. By the time she was twenty, Molly had long, rich and wavy copper red hair, green eyes that sparkled like a lake in the summer sun, breasts that recalled Mediterranean cantaloupes, and the slender, tapered legs of the swimming champion she was in college. But for all that, she had the loveliest, almost classically sculpted features. High cheekbones, just a sprinkling of freckles, her nose sharp and pert, her lips thin and red, and a round chin that called for a firm, masculine hand to tilt it upward for a gentle kiss. This was the year Molly, my brother Bart, and his wife Cheryl decided to join my family on our annual camping trip to Vermont. There is a state campground I've always enjoyed since childhood, when my parents would bring (in order of oldest to youngest) myself, Bart, and Beatrice, our long-missing youngest sister. I insist on spending at least one week a year there. My wife, Vicki, is a born camper, but not Cheryl. (I ought to mention that in this case, brothers married sisters, just to make the math more complicated. I have two boys, Bart three girls. Molly's his youngest.) On this, the day that changed so many lives, I hadn't seen Molly in at least two years. This was normal; she went to school in the Midwest, and opportunities for her to come east were few and far between. But it was August, her summer job had ended, and she had two weeks before going back to school. My heart, and my cock, leapt when I saw her after all this time. The swim team had done wonders for her. In my fantasies, Molly is curvaceous and a little plump, but all the swimming had slimmed her down and toned her up (as, indeed, a similar regimen had done for me, and I was about 46 at the time). "Uncle Bert?" "The same," I said with a smile, and we embraced. I gave her a quick peck on the lips, but my hand, I swear by its own volition, cupped her tight little ass for a second. She shot me a look of mock indignation and then melted my heart with a smile. Two days later: early afternoon, sunshine on the lake, gentle breeze in the trees, and everyone but me down at the beach; I was lounging in my Adirondack chair, sipping beer and reading. I reached the end of a rather long chapter, and decided to mosey over to Bart's campsite to see what he was up to. To my agreeable surprise, Molly was by herself at Bart's site, which was well away from the dirt road and largely out of the view of other campsites. I saw her from the back; she wore a blue plaid man's shirt with her hair up, and tight blue jeans. She was fiddling away at something on the picnic table, which was under a blue mesh screen tent, and didn't hear me approaching until I was almost at the entrance. "Oh, hi, Uncle Bert," she said, genuinely happy to see me. "I was just killing time with this jigsaw puzzle." "Well, don't let me stop you." "Thanks, I'm just about finished." With that, I went to the other end of the table, placed one leg under it so that I could get a better view, and gazed at my beautiful niece. I loved the look of concentration in her eyes as she fiddled with the pieces, the arc of her breasts as they hovered just an inch above the cheap plastic tablecloth. Soon my mind drifted to other thoughts, to the fact that her tent was close and empty, with its soft air mattress, its warm, velvety sleeping bag and nobody around. To unbuttoning that shirt with my teeth, and snapping the button on those jeans. I wanted to watch her wriggle out of them as her boobs bounced around on the air bed. I wanted Molly to unzip my trousers, and have her marvel at the raging hard-on that was right now swelling against my zip-- "Uncle Bert?" My reverie snapped. "Yes, hon?" With a knowing smile, she acknowledged the obvious; I had picked that day to wear khakis. "Thinking about me?" Her smile glimmered with amusement, but her eyes held a touch of alarm. "Always," I confessed. "I can't help it." Molly moved closer. "I know you don't think I remember the last time you got one of those for me," she said. "But it was my first. My ass tingled for days." "I'm not sure we should be talking about this," I said, even as my dick moved on its own. I moved closer; Molly's fingers were now inches from mine, and I placed my hand over hers. "Uncle Bert …" Molly rose suddenly and started to leave. "Please! Wait," I said. "Maybe we should talk about this." Molly sat again, but in the way I did, one shapely leg under the table, and facing away from me. She told me later she thought it would put me off, but the truth is, from the back she is extraordinarily sexy. Personally, I think she's lying; she knew precisely what I would do next. I took the opportunity to straighten my dick before it started popping seams. I could tell my pulse was racing by the fast pounding of my cockhead against my abdomen. I scooted forward along the bench and enfolded Molly in my arms, rubbing my hardness along her ass in almost the same spot it had first been so long ago. Her sigh told me everything I wanted to hear. I nuzzled the back of her neck and boldly cupped her breasts. "Molly, my darling," I whispered, and ran my teeth along the swan-like curve of her neck. "I've loved you for so long." "Uncle Bert, I don't know what to say." But the way she fell back in my arms told me what she had to say. She began to grind her ass against my boner and squirm in my arms as my ministrations stiffened her nipples. Once I had them as firm as cherry pits, I slid a hand to the button on her jeans, popping it open with two fingers. Down went the flat of my hand to the elastic of her panties. "Oh, you know just where, don't you?" she cooed. In reply, my fingers found her thick, curly bush. Down, down I went, until I felt dew and, more importantly, her excited, and distended, clit. "Oh!" cried Molly. "Right there!" I didn't need any more encouragement. Molly was mine now. Opening her zipper to give my fingers more room to maneuver, I abandoned all subtlety and frigged her clit for all I was worth. I was now free to slide my other hand under Molly's shirt, along her smooth, lightly freckled skin, and, at last, the object of a thousand hungry fantasies, my searing palm on her now palpating breast. I took Molly's nipple between my fingers, rolled it as I masturbated her into a frenzy. By now, Molly was grinding my prick so hard she came close to flaying skin. "Are you almost there, darling?" I whispered, close enough to climax myself to just cream my pants and be done with it. In answer, she cried out in passion. Her arm whipped around and crushed my face to her neck, as if I were a mast to hold onto during a storm at sea. She thumped up and down on the bench as she came once, twice, more. I felt hot tears splashing onto my arm as the feelings she had bottled up for years gushed to the surface like a long-dormant geyser coming back to life. Molly's grip relaxed, and she turned to face me. Finally, the kiss I had created so many times in my mind materialized as her warm, thin lips claimed mine. I had to hold my tongue back to keep from licking the back of her throat; instead, her tongue moved to claim mine. I felt fingers at my zipper, and I broke the kiss. Glancing around and seeing no one, I lifted my ass to give my niece more room. Down came the zipper, and her strong athlete's fingers dipped inside; blessed freedom! "It's huge," Molly said, stroking it with surprising skill. It seemed as though she knew exactly where I liked to touch myself, when to squeeze, and when to loosen her grip. "What shall we do with it?" "Unless you want a real eyeful, we'd better duck inside your tent." "You read my mind, uncle dear." How ridiculous I must have looked, chasing a disheveled young redhead down the incline, my dick poking toward her like the prow of a ship, or maybe like a shark chasing particularly juicy prey. But we were soon safe from prying eyes inside the cozy confines of Molly's modular tent. Clothing flew; by now, Molly was as eager as I to live out our long-hidden fantasy at last. I reached behind her neck and pulled the bobby pins free. Her thick copper hair spilled down her shoulders, free as the wind, curling around her face, giving her the look of a siren. "Molly, I've burned for this for so long," I said, taking her in my arms and hugging her hot, naked flesh close. My cock, seven angry, needful inches of purple lust, poked upward between us. I grabbed Molly by her perfect ass and pulled her close, so she could feel it, pulsing and throbbing against her young, smooth flesh. She stopped me with a fierce kiss and sank to the sleeping bag, pulling me down on top of her. I looked down at the billy club which bobbed in the air between us, quietly offering her a last chance, though I would kick myself for the rest of my life if she took it. "Please," Molly murmured, arching her back. Slowly, so that we would both feel the electricity and the heat, I poked my dickhead into her vulva and sank deliciously into her snatch. "Ohhh," she sighed. Her arms snaked around my neck and pulled me close for a slow, moist kiss. "Make love to me, Uncle Bert." I did not need to be told twice. I started slowly to build up the passion. Holding myself up on one arm, I used my free hand to stimulate her soft, round breasts as they jiggled under my thrusting. Again, she wanted kisses, and I did not disappoint. I could feel Molly's hips locked in rhythm with mine. The air bed wheezed and moaned underneath us, as with each thrust we seemed to almost hit the ground. Our eyes locked and we grinned in pleasure as our mutual erotic dream was soon to come true. One advantage of being middle-aged and fairly fit is that I last much longer than I did when I was young. I could now tell from Molly's heavy and shorter breaths that she was ready to come again, and so I waited, my balls slapping against her ass again and again. "Uncle Bert!" she suddenly cried, and bit my shoulder. It stung, but I didn't care. "Now!" I answered. That was when, at last, years of frustration and fantasy fell away. Molly howled in climax, her face as red as her hair, her breath hot and sweet on my neck as I strained to give her my very best. In one, thick, seemingly endless blast, all the come I had stored up for my gorgeous niece spilled into the deepest reaches of her belly. My balls had become depth charges, detonating with every fresh plunge. "Uh! Wow! Uh! Uh!" she barked. "Molly! Love you!" I gasped with a final lunge. Not until we slowed for a final kiss did I finally, reluctantly, disengage. Molly quickly found a beach towel so we wouldn't stain her sleeping bag. We lay together on it, the afterglow of great lovemaking engulfing us in quiet happiness. "If I had pushed in any deeper, I think I might have seen my cockhead coming up your throat," I said at last. Molly laughed. "You might yet, if we can find the right time and place." We snuggled closer. "So what happens now?" she asked. "We decide if this was a once in a lifetime incident we'll cherish until the day we die, in which case we might get away with it, or we could decide to have an affair, which will in all likelihood blow up in our faces." "I don't want this to be it," she replied, with a slight pout. "I've never come that hard in my life." "Nor I." I kissed her slowly, deeply. "I've loved you too long to just fuck you and forget you," I said. "I think it might be worth everything to be in love with you." "That's so sweet, Uncle Bert," she replied. "What about Aunt Vicki?" I shrugged. "We make love every once in a while, mainly when she feels like it. Usually it's in the afternoon on the weekends, when the boys are out of the house. My secret hope is that she wants me to take a mistress so she doesn't have to go through the motions." "I like the motions," Molly replied. "I really like your motions." We kissed again, and I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time: a second erection coming on. "Oooh, Uncle Bert," Molly said with a giggle. "Are you ready to go through the motions again?" "It sure looks like it." "Then you'd better make love to me before Mom and Dad get back from the mountain." Needless to say, I did, this time more slowly, getting to know her body, those sloping curves, that sleek neck, that tight velvet chamber between her legs. After it was over, all I wanted to do was drift off to sleep, listening to the leaves rustling in the breeze, having the sun make psychedelic patterns on my closed eyelids, to have Molly asleep beside me, and sharing the same dreams. But time was short, and I had to leave. As it turned out, time was shorter than we knew. Molly's Passion Ch. 02 As I write this, Molly is dozing on a large double bed in a hotel where we're not known in a city we've never seen before. She is as beautiful as ever; her lovely features are lightly veiled by her soft copper-red hair, which is now a little lighter than I remember. She is deep in sleep, and her eyes are moving under their lids. I wonder if she is dreaming of me, and in particular if she is reliving last night. It's the first time we've been together in years, and, after all this time, I know the reason why. I also know that love can last despite longing and heartache and the heavy burden of family history. Our plane leaves in the morning. *** Needless to say, after the first time I made love to my gorgeous niece, I was not about to stop. We spent the rest of that week finding ingenious ways to avoid the rest of the family so we could indulge our mutual lust. The night before we all had to go home, Molly and I both stole away from our campsites and met on the beach. A soft half moon cast a white glow over the pines, and waves gurgled gently along the shore. Close to midnight, and I waited on my blanket, praying she could get away. "Uncle Bert?" "Darling." Silhouetted against the moon, for a moment she appeared to be an angel of love, her trim figure outlined against the stars in the sky. Dropping next to me, she wore a tight sweater that emphasized every curve, and a long billowing white skirt that gave her an ethereal quality as it billowed in the warm ocean breeze. Now she fit naturally in my arms, our kisses fraught with longing, for we did not know when next we would meet. Our tongues met, and Molly's fingers danced along the crowbar in my crotch. "Uncle Bert," she said, "will it ever be this good again?" I pulled her close and kissed her again. My hands slipped under the sweater and found her warm, firm breasts. "No bra." "No panties either. We don't have much time." Molly's deft fingers pulled my zipper down and unbuttoned my shorts, exposing my long, hungry prick to the warm night air. I lifted her skirt and found her bush, already damp. We lay on the blanket, kissed and masturbated each other for the longest time, always with an ear out for passersby, and especially familiar voices. Our lips parted and Molly rolled me onto my back. "Let's make this count, Uncle Bert," she whispered, straddling me. "I have to be back soon." I grasped my prick and pointed it straight up. Little drops of pussy dew landed on me, rolled down my balls. My cockhead slipped between her pussy lips and slowly she slid down my shaft, sighing with pleasure, her skirt spread across the blanket. "My God, Molly," I sighed as she leaned forward to kiss me and give me room to move. As the skirt was in the way, I could not masturbate her, so I lifted her sweater and nibbled her breasts as she bounced on my turgid prick. "I'm close!" she whispered. "Let-- me-- know!" I gasped, shoving myself into her as far as I could. But her little cries and gasps told me exactly where she was, and then she rose to her full height, her head thrashing to and fro. I managed to get my thumb to her clit and that triggered her climax. "Uncle Bert! Uncle Bert!" she cried. "Molly! Oh, Molly!" I then let my balls go, my cock spouting like a volcano. Molly fell onto me and squeezed my shaft with her cunt, as if it were a toothpaste tube. I yelped in surprise, and she started laughing, a sound like a little silver bell. That was the last I saw of her for a long time, and it's one of my fondest memories, loving and laughing with my niece on the soft sand, holding her close as my prick shrank inside her. We disengaged reluctantly. We rose, held each other for a while, and then a parting kiss. "Goodbye, Uncle Bert," she said. "Maybe I can be home for Christmas." "You're just what I want," I replied. "I especially look forward to unwrapping you." She smiled, and disappeared into the dark trees. We shared a lot of passionate correspondence for a month after that, and then it stopped abruptly. My heart was crushed, but when my brother cut me off too, I assumed that somehow word of our affair leaked, and that was that. Not that he didn't have a dark little secret on his conscience, but more on that later. Last night, Molly told me what had happened. *** At my brother Bart's house, the family computer is in the den. Molly was using it one night when one of her friends called, and while she was talking it went into hibernation. Molly forgot to come back, close her account, and log off. So when Bart sat down to get a look at his own e-mail, what he saw was a long, passionate letter to his daughter from her loving Uncle Bert. He printed it, and took it downstairs to the living room, where Molly was watching TV. Without a word, he handed it to her. Molly blushed to the marrow. "It's true? You've been fucking my brother?" "Don’t call it that! It's love! He loves me!" "I'll bet he does. I can't believe this. That guy will stick his dick into anything warm." Molly wandered around the room, trying to avoid her father's angry gaze. She felt like a little girl again. This was just like the first time she was caught smoking. "Don't avoid me, young lady, this is serious! You don't know the kind of trouble you're in!" "How could I be in any trouble? We're both adults. Consenting adults." "It doesn't matter in this state. Have you thought about your Aunt Vicki, what this would do to her if she found out?" Defiantly, Molly stood face to face with him and snapped, "You wouldn't!" "I have to." "Why, so you can have me all to yourself?" That's when their eyes locked. "Yes," Bart said, and grabbed her roughly. Before Molly knew what was happening, her father's arms snapped tightly around her waist, and his lips crushed against hers. Molly struggled, but Bart was the stronger, and, his breath hot in her ear, he jammed his crotch against her belly, his cock angry and not to be denied. Molly pulled away, breathing hard, as was Bart. He approached, and this time, she let him kiss her. "Christ," he said. "Here I've been. controlling myself since high school, and then you let that bastard--" Molly stopped him with a kiss of her own. "Let's do this right," she said, taking control. Bart treated his daughter gently now. This kiss lasted a while, and when it broke, Molly undid a couple of buttons on her blouse. Even Bart got it; Molly drew his face down to her plentiful cleavage, and he kissed the swell of her breasts even as he kneaded them through the garments. More buttons opened; Molly undid the clasp, blouse and bra fell to the floor. "Jesus," Bart whispered. "Like 'em, Dad?" Bart didn't move, so Molly took the next step. Dropping to her knees on the thick shag carpeting, she unbuckled Bart's pants, drew the zipper down slowly, and then the underwear, giving Bart's dick room to breathe. "Is it bigger than my brother's?" he asked. "Oh, yes," Molly lied, cupping his tight balls in one hot palm, while stroking his prick. "How does that feel, Dad?" "Ohh, you don't know how good this feels." "What do you want me to do, Dad?" Bart pressed his hips forward, toward Molly's soft, red lips. "That's what I thought," she replied, bending his dick down to her mouth. Molly teased him, licking and stroking his prong at first, making his balls tight before taking him into her skillful mouth. She went down slowly and stopped, working her tongue and lips around the pulsing shaft. Bart's fingers dug into my niece's thick copper hair, and he started to pump his hips slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" "Jesus, this is the best!" Molly tongued the cockeye, tasting the salty fluid that often signaled orgasm. She lifted her head off and gazed up at him with those luminous emerald eyes. She lightly ran her fingernails along his thumping prick. "Oh, who taught you that?" Molly didn't answer; it would have ruined the moment. Instead she said, "Do you want to come in my mouth, Dad? Or do you want to come in me?" "Both." With that, Bart lunged forward again. Molly gulped, and decided to finish him off. She bent his dick to a comfortable angle, took it back between her tight, wet lips and then bounced her head upon it, licking and sucking, tickling his testicles, and then it came: a searing, heavy blast of salty jism on her slurping tongue. Tiny rivulets of sperm dribbled down Molly's chin as she frantically tried to contain her father's orgasm. Bart pulled back a little to give her room. Down came her head again, and again. At last she stood up, and Bart handed her a tissue. He gazed at her as if in the presence of a goddess, which she was. "Let's go upstairs before everyone gets home," she whispered softly. They went to Molly's room and closed the door, shedding the rest of their clothing. "You recover pretty fast, Dad," she said, joining him on her bed. Bart dipped his head to her breast and began to nibble a nipple. "Oooohh," she cooed. "I'm going to do everything with you," Bart whispered. "I'm going to fuck you at every geometrically possible angle." "Tonight?" Bart laughed and kissed his way down to Molly's moist red bush. Parting her smooth, tanned thighs, he licked his way through her pussy lips, and his tongue found her extended clit. "Ohhh, Dad," Molly cooed. Bart pressed the flat of his tongue against it, bobbed his head up and down. As he did this, he slipped two fingers into Molly's seeping cunt, coordinating his movements. Molly began to bounce her ass up and down on the bed, rubbing her clit against her father's tongue. Looking down, she told me, the sight of her father's dark head between her legs, slurping and panting as he licked her out, made the experience surreal. But she was thoroughly enjoying it, despite Bart's rougher technique. It took a few moments to match her movements to his, but it wasn't long before she found her muscles tightening in anticipation of orgasm. "I'm almost there, Dad!" "Mmmmmph!" was all he could say. Climax hit. Crying out, Molly humped her ass hard against her father's tongue. Bart tongued her clit harder, and brought her to a second orgasm, a third, practically drowning in the dew she gushed into his face. He might have gone on longer, but she wrapped her slender fingers around his head and lifted it to look into his fiery green eyes, the eyes he'd passed on to her. "Oh, Dad, that was great!" "There's more, sweetheart." With that, Bart licked his way along his daughter's smooth, flat belly, lingered at her curving, huffing breasts. Unsure of what to do, Molly lay still, letting Bart do whatever he wanted. Once they were face to face, Bart stopped, gazing into her eyes for a moment, as if he were having second thoughts, as if he wanted Molly to make the decision to go further. Bart's dick, hard and heavy, bobbed above Molly's well lubricated cunt, waiting. Molly slid her arm around her father's neck and kissed him slowly, licking and nibbling down to his neck. Bart lowered his hips, and found the entrance to utter bliss. His cock slid in slow and smooth, filling Molly, making her cry out. "Oh, Molly," he breathed. "I'm in you." "Yes, Dad." Again Bart didn't move, letting his daughter feel the size of his prick, the weight of his body on hers. Bart's dick throbbed inside her, little drumbeats of passion echoing in her belly. They kissed. Molly told me she thought that he never wanted the moment to end. Molly began to undulate underneath her father, rubbing his dick inside her pussy, building a rhythm. Bart began to move with her, drawing himself out almost all the way, then squishing back in, balls rolling along the swell of Molly's round, warm ass. "We're making love, Molly," he whispered in her ear. "I know, Dad. Kiss me." Their bodies moved together in total harmony now, their eyes locked in slight disbelief as Bart's long denied fantasy was about to come true, about to come hard. Molly knew he was almost ready when Bart's eyes lost their glow for a hard steady gaze. He puffed like a steam engine, his cock moving faster, getting harder, twitching-- "Uh! Molly! Uh! Uh!" he barked. "Now, Dad! Give it to me now!" Bart's prick erupted deep inside his daughter. Harder and harder he thrusted as Molly joined him in orgasm, her cries of passion melding with his, their lips meeting wetly as spurt after spurt of Bart's spunk filled Molly's womb. Molly licked his ear and nibbled his neck as he finished, a swimmer exhausted from the surf. At last they lay quietly together, their heads awhirl. "Wow, Dad," Molly said at last. "That was great. Really." "Mmmmm." "So how was your first incestuous experience?" "Nothing like this," Bart replied. "What?" Molly saw the word "Oops" form on Bart's lips, but he changed the topic. "You're mine now," he said. "Not his. Not anymore. Not ever." "Dad--" "Shhh. Bad enough about Beatrice, but--" "Aunt Beatrice? What about her?" "Nothing." Sensing this was not the time to pursue the topic, Molly decided to play along with him, not suspecting that several years would pass before she saw me again. She lay quietly and cuddled her father, unsure of what the future would be. Molly's Passion Ch. 03 His guard down is post-orgasm serenity, my brother Bart let slip our darkest family secret: that making love to his daughter was not his first foray into incest. Once that was out, he told her everything. I understand, Molly has that effect on me, too. But you'd better hear it from me, because Molly wasn't my first time with a close relation, either. For both Bart and me, the occasion was our sister Beatrice's eighteenth birthday, so many years ago. It started out innocently enough. This happened back in more civilized days, when the legal drinking age was 18. Beatrice's birthday is in early July, and she was already taking advantage of the summer sun when I got home from my summer job in the mid-afternoon. What a magnificent sight she was, lying on the chaise lounge, reading by the side of the pool, just beyond the shade of the trees and thick hedge that ran along the edge of our property. Beatrice's luscious long legs glistened with sunblock. She wore a tight black bikini that complemented her waist-length black hair, and that also showed how tightly she could pack a bra. Beatrice got her face from Mom's side of the family, rare violet eyes, a fine sharp nose, and thin pink lips. That view of her gave me the first serious thought of what she might be like in bed. We were alone in the house and our parents wouldn't be home from work for at least two hours. I felt myself getting hard for her. But I put that thought aside; I still paid attention to society's rules then. Instead, I donned my swim trunks, grabbed a towel, a pair of champagne flutes, and a bottle of Great Western from the basement refrigerator. I draped the towel over my arm, concealing the flutes and wine. "Happy birthday, Sis!" I announced as I joined her by the pool. With a flourish, I revealed what I'd brought. "Oh, Bert, how nice," she said. "I was planning to have some with the birthday cake, but …" "Why wait?" I replied. "Today, you're legal." "In more ways than one," she said, and I felt a twitch in my groin. But she didn't pursue the thought any further. I popped the cork, and some of the champagne burst into the air and drizzled down the side of the bottle. "How phallic," my sister said as I poured. "You seem to have cock on the brain," I said boldly. "Maybe I do." My hands started to tremble as we toasted her budding adulthood and sipped our champagne, much to Beatrice's amusement. Here I was, the wiser and more experienced older brother, and my little sister was deliberately tying me into knots. My cock was fully awake now, and thinking about possibilities. "Do you have a new boyfriend we don’t know about?" I asked. "Oh, nothing like that," she said, "it's just that I'm a legal adult now, and I haven't even-- should I be telling you this?" "If we were on the phone, I'd be asking what you're wearing about now." She laughed. "But you're my brother." "But you're beautiful." Beatrice poured another glass and downed half of it in one gulp. Now she seemed nervous, steeling herself for something. "I don't know anything about men," she said at last. "The guys in high school are such geeks, and now I'm going to college in the fall and I'm going to be completely at sea socially. What do I do?" I poured myself another glass. "So you want me to show you what to do if things get … intimate?" Now she blushed. "I don’t know what I was thinking," she said. "Did I say no?" "Bert, you're not serious!" "Are you?" Beatrice finished her champagne, poured a little more. She stared at me for a moment, and then got an eyeful of the throbbing mass in my trunks. "I'm going in," she said, rising. Beatrice was so lissom, sleek and slender, but I noticed her trembling despite the warm sunshine. Her dive into the water was as graceful as a dolphin's. I took advantage of her distraction to make a couple of adjustments and dove into the pool next to her. "Wow," she said, coming to the surface. "My head's swimming." "Come here," I said, taking her by the arm and pulling her close. "Bert--" I stopped her with a kiss. Her eyes bulged in surprise, but I was able to stand and envelop her in my arms. "You shouldn't have done that," she said softly when I broke the kiss. "Are you sure?" This time, she let my tongue into her mouth, and her arms tightened around my neck. This time, she snuggled close to me, and her head suddenly snapped back in shock. "Bert! You're naked!" I laughed. My trunks were drying on the deck, and my dick lay hard against her belly, only a thin layer of cloth away from bliss. "You should be, too," I replied, pulling the string on her bikini top. As it floated away, Beatrice's middling-sized boobs bobbed in the water. I folded my hand over one as she writhed in my arms. "Jesus, Bert, what--" I stopped her with another kiss. By now she was thrashing in the water, rubbing her pussy against my cock, and moaning. I took a chance and loosened my grip. Now Beatrice looked at me intently and said, "You can't stop now!" With that, I tugged the lower half of her bikini off, and now we were both naked in the pool. I dug my fingers into her round ass cheeks and rubbed her cunt along my cock. This time she kissed me. Gently now, I found the entrance to her pussy and stayed there for a moment, giving her an opportunity to feel my cock before I shoved it into her. "Don't wait, dammit!" she breathed. I lowered my lovely little sister down my pulsating shaft. Beatrice winced as I stretched, then snapped, her hymen. She emitted a sharp cry and blood stained the water. I held her close for a moment, giving her a chance to get used to me. "Give it a minute, Bea," I said. "It'll feel much better in a moment." "Oh, yes," she sighed as the stinging pain subsided and a look of pleasure crossed her face. Now she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I stood stock-still in the water as my sister bounced and jiggled on my long, stiff shaft. I let her run free, loving the sight of her boobs splashing in the water, her long hair waving on the surface as she thrashed her body against mine. We kissed and licked each other's face for the longest time, until sheer heavy breathing took over. "Oh, Bert," she gasped. "I think I'm going to come!" Now I began to move inside her, bouncing her tight, energetic ass in my hands even as she mewled like a kitten and twisted her body around mine. Suddenly her head snapped back and she let out a passionate animal cry. Beatrice's pussy contracted around my cock, making me cry out as well. "Now!" she snapped. I let my aching balls go, filling my sister's pussy with hot sperm. Again and again I fired into her, stunned by the amazing miracle that it was my little sister dancing on my dick. Beatrice locked her legs tighter around me and squeezed her cunt for one last blast, and then she fell against my chest, spent. I reluctantly let her go, relieved that the blood and our mingled juices were dissipating in the water. We retrieved our garments and lay next to each other on chaise lounges, letting the sun warm our bodies. "What do we do now?" she asked. "That's pretty much up to you," I said, kissing her hand. "Personally, I'd like to teach you everything I know. I want to make love to you morning, noon and night. How do you feel?" "Happy," she replied, "but you know we could get into really deep trouble." "Not if we keep it a secret." We looked at each other for a long, loving moment, and then shared a kiss. That's when we heard Dad's car in the driveway. *** Two days later, Beatrice was gone. She left a terse note about being 18 and emancipated, that she was paying her way through college, and not to try to find her. We never had a second tryst, and at first I thought guilt and shame and the magnitude of what we had done had overwhelmed her. I blamed myself for weeks, and then I found the tapes. My brother Bart is the electronics whiz in the family, and his room was crammed with computers, musical instruments, recording gear and video equipment. I went in to steal a blank videotape for a movie that was running while I was at work. Bart never cleaned up, and as I searched around the mess, I spotted a very provocative title handwritten on a label: "Pussy in the Pool." My heart in my throat, I popped it into Bart's VCR, confirming my worst fears. The little bastard had videotaped us. I have to admit it had a powerful erotic effect on me, watching the whole thing over again, but at a distance. Bart caught most of it, starting the tape at about the time I shed my trunks. Bart shot in one continuous take, mostly keeping the camera on Beatrice, her moans and sighs, and those great little boobs that splashed around as ground our groins together. Luckily, he was too far away to catch anything we said, but the images were sharp and clear and damning. But next to that tape was another, labeled "My Turn, Vol. 1." It scared me even more. Bart had set his camera up at a wide angle featuring the length of his bed in the middle of the frame. He was sitting on it, wearing only shorts. Beatrice entered the room on screen right, wearing a bathrobe and carrying a towel. "What is it?" she said. "I was about to take a shower." "I've got something you need to see," he said, and pressed a button on the remote control. The TV set just inside the frame glowed, and I could tell from the shocked and terrified expression on Beatrice's face what tape she was watching. "You son of a bitch!" she barked. "Erase that at once! Give it to me!" "Maybe," he replied. "Maybe I will if you give me some of what you gave Bert." "You asshole," she said. "Or maybe I should pop this in when Mom wants to watch a soap opera?" "You wouldn't!" Bart pulled his shorts down, letting his cock free. I noticed it was about an inch or so shorter than mine, but every bit as eager to dive into our sweet little sister. "How about it?" Beatrice froze. Bart crawled to the end of the bed and took her by the arm. Beatrice resisted at first, but Bart was the stronger, and he pulled her down next to him. He took her hand and closed her fingers around his cock. "Do you know how many nights I've been laying here, jacking off to the thought of fucking you?" he said. "Then I see you giving it to him! Him! Do you know what that agony is?" "Please don't make me," Beatrice pleaded, even as she began to stroke his cock. "That's it, little sister." "Is this all you want?" "Hell no." With that, Bart parted her robe, and it slid off. Beatrice's back was to the camera, and she stopped jacking Bart off long enough to let her robe fall to the floor. He started to feel her all over then, biting her tits and neck, roughly groping her pussy. I realized I hadn't seen her bush, because it was under water the whole time I had her naked. It was thick and hairy and inviting, but Bart was a man possessed. Despite herself, Beatrice was beginning to respond. Her hand moved faster on his cock, her eyes were closed, her lovely face smooth and dreamy. "How about a little head?" he asked. "No …" But Bart put both his hands behind Beatrice's head and guided her face down to his cock. Tears on her face now, Beatrice took the head into her mouth. "You can do better than that," Bart said sternly. Down her face went, obscured by her long, flowing tresses. All I could see on the tape was her head bouncing up and down in short little bobs, her long, black hair dancing, but Bart's face glazed over. Suddenly Beatrice's head came up, fast. Large droplets flew into the air as Bart came all over her face and tits. "Jesus!" he cried. "Don't stop now!" Beatrice pounded and squeezed his cock with her tiny tanned fist, getting more. Then, letting Bart go, she reached for her towel and robe and rose to leave. "Did I say we were done?" Bart asked. "Will you give me the tape?" "We haven't fucked yet." "The tape first." "Okay, okay." Bart's dick was on the rise again. He grabbed Beatrice around the waist and pulled her down on the bed. His dick poked out like a flagpole, and Beatrice's expression went from anger to anticipation as Bart parted her legs and maneuvered himself between them. "Oh! Oh!" Beatrice cried as Bart's dick, now well lubricated with Beatrice's saliva, rammed home into our little sister. Having had one come, Bart was taking his time. Beatrice ran her hands all over Bart's back, hips and ass as he pounded away. Despite herself, an orgasm was building. I could see it on her face. "Please," she whispered. "Oh, yeah. I'm there, honey! I'm there!" Beatrice jammed her hips against Bart's and his head snapped up, tendons visible. Now he cried out and stopped moving, firing his wad deep, deep into our sister, who was now thrusting her hips against Bart, her face contorted with orgasm, but without the soft quality of love that was there when I held her in my arms. There was none of the soft afterglow that follows true lovemaking, either. Once Beatrice was finished, she threw Bart off, gathered her robe, and dashed out of the room. "That was a down payment!" he hollered, then he aimed the remote at the camera, and the screen went dark. You moron, I thought. You probably ruined her for life. But, for my own protection, I made copies of both tapes. Maybe what happened between Beatrice and me wasn't legal, but at least it was consensual. What Bart did was, apparently, rape, orgasm or not. And now I had the evidence. All these years later, my niece Molly knew, too. I wondered what she would do with the knowledge. Molly's Passion Ch. 04 I turned the mysterious stiff vellum envelope over and over in my hand. There was no return address. Inside, a lightly scented engraved invitation to tour a condominium at a ski resort in Vermont. As sales gimmicks go, this was a pretty good one, but the admonition that I come alone raised an alarm bell. When I called the resort, I was told that the offer was legitimate; the reason for my being asked to come alone was to get me to rent (or, most likely, buy) the place for a romantic Valentine's Day vacation. It all sounded good, but my alarm bells were still ringing. I packed an overnight bag, just in case, and, on a bright spring Friday afternoon, I found myself at the base of a lovely green mountain, waiting for my tour. After the usual chitchat to determine if I was financially qualified, I was sent to a suite on the top floor of the building, where I was to be joined by the sales rep. I have to say their definition of "luxury" was nowhere close to mine. The place had two bedrooms furnished with sofas and dressers you could find in any large department store, and a locked door that, I was told, communicated to a spare room. Happily, the beds were high quality and about the size of Montana. My cock twitched, thinking of what I could do with my long lost redheaded niece Molly on one of those. A large sliding window opened onto a view of the mountain, and I stood in the warm spring breeze, lost in pleasant sexual fantasy, when I heard the door open. In walked a slender woman of about forty, her silken black hair in a professional's coiffure, simple black pumps, a blue blazer with matching skirt, and a white silk blouse. It outlined breasts that could just fill my cupped palm, and those flashing violet eyes I hadn't seen since Beatrice left our family all those years ago. "Hi," she said, hand extended, sales smile firmly in place. "I'm--" "I know." I took my sister's hand and pulled her into my arms. She pushed back at first; it took her a moment to realize who I was, and then I felt her press against me as her memories came back. "Oh, Bert," she said, looking up at me. "Is it really you?" "It's been so long, Beatrice," I said. "Did you know I was coming?" "You know I didn't. I started to write a thousand times, but I just couldn't." Beatrice's eyes, flashing chips of amethyst, met and held mine for a long, fateful moment. She turned away, but did not leave my embrace. We shared our first kiss since that day in the family pool so long ago. Then, not knowing what I should do, I let her go and she walked over to the balcony. "I've been through hell," she said. "Do you know what happened to me after we made love in the pool?" "Bart made a tape of that, too." I didn't tell her that those tapes were my primary masturbation material for years. Beatrice blanched. "That son of a bitch! That's what I was running away from. Bert, it was so beautiful with you, and then Bart blackmailed me and ruined it all. But you know what was the worst? I enjoyed it! I enjoyed someone having power over me!" With that, she started to cry. I gave her a minute, and then took her in my arms again. "It's all right, little sister," I whispered, letting her cry it out. "Everything's okay now." Eventually, she dried her eyes with a tissue from her purse. "I must look a fright," she said. "No, never to me," I replied. "You will never, ever, look frightful to me." I kissed away the remaining tears, and then moved down to her neck. "Oh, Bert, I don't think we ought--" Beatrice's tongue betrayed her when I kissed her again, darting into my mouth, hungry, eager. Her fingers seemed to have minds of their own. When I kissed her again, I felt her pulling my shirt loose from my pants, the button on her blazer opened and it fell to the floor. I opened the buttons on her blouse as she unzipped me. I pulled Beatrice close to me once her blouse was gone, my hands running over her beautiful breasts, trying to find the clasp. My tongue lashed out, tasting my sister's tit flesh for the first time in years, and the second time ever. She twitched her shoulders, and the bra fell away, revealing tight little globes, with nipples as broad and flat as sand dollars. "Bite them, big brother?" I gathered my sister's tits together in my palms, teased the nipples with my teeth until they were as hard as golf balls. Leaving our clothes on the floor, we raced to the second floor and its vast, king-sized bed. Beatrice stretched across the vast golden bedspread, giving me a chance to appreciate her in full, naked glory. Her hair was much shorter than when we were kids, but moved more freely, giving her oval face a wild look. Her belly was flat, her pubic bush rich and inviting. "Come here," she said. "Let me get to know you again." "It's been so long," I said as I snuggled closer to her. Beatrice's fingers curled around my cock, which was already drooling fluid. "It's getting longer," she said. I kissed my way down, parted her legs with my chin. "Mind reader," she said. Never had pussy smelled so sweet as when I tasted my sister's for the first time. I slid two fingers into her moist, dripping hole, found her clit with my tongue. "Oh, Bert!" she cried. "That's it! That's it!" I licked her and fingered her, her fingers tangled in my hair, her thighs clamping and unclamping around my head. I was having trouble breathing, but kept going. "Bert!" she cried suddenly, as her first climax hit, drenching me. I licked her to a second, then a third, and by then I couldn't stand it any longer. "Oh, Bert," she pleaded, "don't stop now!" "My turn," I said, rolling her over and pulling her ass in the air. I slid my cock along Beatrice's inner thigh until the trail of dew running down her legs led me to her cunt. Grabbing my dick firmly, I moved around, making her moan, until I found the tight and hot opening to her pussy. "Ahhhh," she cooed as I pushed inside. For a moment I didn’t move; instead, I reached around and found her clit again, rolling it between my fingers. Beatrice barked and bounced on my rigid prick. "Bert! Bert! Bert!" she cried when I began to buck my hips into her. Now I leaned over my sister's slender body, ran my hands along her torso and found her stiff nipples, pinching them as I rammed my cock into her in a fast, steady rhythm, my ever tightening balls rolling on her ass cheeks. Once again, Beatrice gushed on my cock, and, with a fierce, animal vowel sound I let my wad go. I could see Beatrice's head shaking with passion as my cock gushed sperm. Only when I could see she was spent and she fell face first onto the bed did I pull out. Taking my place at her side, I snuggled her into my arms and kissed her as we sank to the pillows. "Oh, Bert, I'm so sorry it took so long to find you again," she said, sighing, letting her fingers play with my chest hair. "I was afraid of what Bart might do." "He's got his own family now," I said. "We all matured, things got better." We spent the next hour in bed like that, catching up on our lives, laughing, loving. But neither of us wanted to give up what we had just rediscovered, and now it was time for something a little more leisurely. We got under the covers. Beatrice kissed her way down my body to my cock, already half hard. She had just taken it into her mouth when we heard a lock snap open. We froze, me lying still, Beatrice with my dick in her mouth, trying not to make noise as it grew bigger and bigger. Footsteps on the stairs. As quietly as she could, Beatrice joined me under the covers. A shadow filled the hallway, and then the doorway -- a copper-haired vision of beauty in a sky-blue baby doll nightie. "Molly!" I gasped. "What a cozy family reunion this is turning out to be," she said, giggling and joining us in the bed. "Bert, who is this?" Beatrice asked. "Beatrice, this is your niece Molly," I said. "Molly, meet your Aunt Beatrice. Molly is Bart's daughter." Molly found my cock with her fingers and started to caress it. "Did you follow me?" I asked. "Nope," Molly said, "I followed her." Before Beatrice could say anything I kissed her, even as Molly began to nuzzle my neck. "The explanations can wait until later," I said. What can I say about the feelings that engulfed me as I lay between my niece and my sister? Any initial awkwardness Beatrice might have felt slowly evaporated once my hand nestled between her legs. With one hand I held Beatrice's face to mine, with the other I caressed Molly's larger and rounder breasts through the filmy blue nightgown. Molly got out of bed long enough to remove it; while she did so, I lay down and coaxed Beatrice to bring her pussy close to my chin. My tongue snaked out, parting her pussy lips, probing for her clit. Below, I felt a familiar electric tingling as my niece grabbed my cock, stood it perpendicular to my body, and sank her pussy down on it. "Oh, yeah," she sighed as she squeezed me with her cunt muscles. "I've really missed this, Uncle Bert." All I could do was grunt, because now my sister was twitching her pussy on my tongue. As I looked up, I saw a set of feminine fingers come through Beatrice's arms, long fingernails finding her stiff little nipples, scratching them, playing with them. "Oh, God!" Beatrice barked. Now I saw Molly's face loom over Beatrice's shoulder as she raked her even white teeth along her aunt's neck. The two of them were providing a real workout for me. I bounced my cock in and out of my niece even as the tendons on my neck were straining while I tongued my sister. Molly's left hand drifted down Beatrice's torso and joined my tongue. Together, we brought Beatrice to orgasm. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Aaahhhh!" she huffed as Molly and I licked and flicked. "Oh, my sweet Jesus! Uh! Uh!" Beatrice rose and rolled onto her side, next to me. This gave Molly an opportunity to lean down and kiss me while she rode my long, hard-charging cock. When Molly lifted herself a little, Beatrice plunged her fingers into Molly's dark red bush. "Your turn, kid," Beatrice said with a bright leer. Looking down, I saw my sister's fingers churning away in my niece's pussy. Being young, Molly is quicker to climax, and soon I felt the familiar gush of warm juice flow into my dark pubic hair. Molly's head snapped to and fro, her boobs bounced with near hyperventilation as Beatrice masturbated her to orgasm after orgasm. "Now!" they barked at me. I sat up and held Molly close as I squirted my second load of the day into her succulent pussy. I felt fingers pulling my chin to one side and there was Beatrice, her sweet lips begging for mine, even as I blasted hot jets of semen into my lust-crazed niece. Beatrice's tongue twirled around mine as I pumped my hips, then lay down. Both women's fingers caressed me as my dick shrank inside Molly. I lay between the two, spent and happy. "All right, kid," I said to Molly. "How did all this happen? Where have you been the past five years?" Molly, as it happened, now worked at the resort, managing the fitness center. When the real estate management company signed on to sell the resort's condominiums, Molly noticed Beatrice's name on the list of sales staff. She recognized her aunt from the videotapes my brother made so long ago. Until today, they'd never met. Beatrice didn't even know she had nieces and nephews. Beatrice blushed. "I'm so ashamed," she said. I smiled. She'd just finished a threesome with her brother and niece, and now she's ashamed? I didn't say anything. But Molly, remembering the great sex we'd had during that fateful summer, formulated a plan. She got hold of Beatrice's client list and snuck my name onto it. Then she mailed the invitation, but did not let Beatrice know it was me who had answered it. "Just what did you think would happen, young lady?" Beatrice asked. "Exactly what I hoped," Molly replied. "I got bits and pieces about what you were like from the other sales people. They said you'd never been married and never seemed to date much, even though you're one of the prettiest women on the staff." She kissed me and laughed her sweet silvery laugh. "But, once you've been with Bert …" We laughed. Molly got up and left us for a moment. "It's been so hard without you," Beatrice said to me. "That-- thing with Bart left me so confused, I didn’t know what to do. From that day until this, I haven't been with a man, any man. I tried dating, but I just couldn't go through with the sex. On good days, I thought of you. On bad days, I just cried and cried." I held her in my arms. "It's all right now, Bea." "Is it?" she asked. "Aren't you married?" "Not for much longer. Vicki caught our babysitter giving me a blow job in the family room." "You're incorrigible! But what do we do now?" That was when Molly came back with three glasses and a bottle of wine, and told us her story -- about how my brother Bart discovered our affair, how he took Molly to bed, and how he'd been making Molly his family love slave until she moved to Vermont. "But we're safe now," she said. "I taped everything he made me do. I can have him in jail for years if I want." "Don’t leave my life again, Bert," Beatrice said. "I can't stand to lose you again. I'm-- I'm willing to share." "So am I," said Molly. "It looks as though I'm making a down payment on a condo," I said.