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Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 01

By: LaPatitMort



Millie, Mandy and Mary are sisters. They are actually one year apart but are usually taken to be triplets. All about forty now, for as long as they have been adults, they have met for lunch every two weeks to catch up on each others' lives and enjoy the close bond they developed after their dad left their mom when Mary, the eldest, was almost thirteen. Janet worked hard to raise them; she never re-married but her ex's brother, Uncle Jim, was often around to help with chores. He became the girls' surrogate father and always seemed to show up when one of them needed a male shoulder to cry on, some advice about boys, male strength or someone who unconditionally cared about them.

"Uncle Jim" and their mom grew up on adjacent farms and are about the same age. He got married a few years after their mom did and is the surviving half of a couple that is still talked about by all the old timers in this medium sized, farming town. He is in his late sixties now and was widowed early when the former beauty queen he married died of breast cancer. They had been such a loving, naughty, un-inhibited couple they prompted a lot of whispered stories among the town's population. The gossip was earned. Over the years, Jim and Fran had been caught having sex at all times of the day and night, in the barn, in a water trough, with her bent over a tractor in an open field, playing in a stream or naked with Fran tripping from one very vocal climax to another on their front lawn.

Millie, Mandy and Mary learned a lot about sex by asking their mother questions after family visits to their naughty Aunt's and Uncle's house. Jim and Fran also visited a few times. They were noisy, creative lovers. Janet had a lot to explain after her brother and his insatiable, noisy wife went home. Janet knew the girls masturbated in their rooms to the sounds that emanated from the poorly sound proofed guest room. Often Janet and her ex got turned on too and the headboard of their bed gave their girls a thumping rhythm to guide their fingers.

Truthfully, at that time, Janet didn't know enough to explain some of the goings on but after Uncle Jim's wife died and their father left, they all discovered Uncle Jim would answer their wilder questions without embarrassing them. He is tall, thin, muscular, handsome - in a rugged sort of way, and is always upbeat and positive. He also has the brightest, twinkling green eyes you have ever seen. Everyone likes Jim, however, many women remember the stories they've heard, so they look down and blush when they talk to him.

Today's main lunch topic among the sisters was Mary's eldest daughter. Ellen had become a very militant feminist during her two years away at college and was rapidly incorporating biting, man-hating rhetoric into her daily conversations. Granted, the men at her job were hitting on her, she didn't feel her pay was equal and, like in many small towns, there really was a lot of chauvinism. Ellen was asking to move back home for a while to get her finances in order after she and her boyfriend broke up. Mary was worried that Ellen's vitriol would rub off on her young children from her second marriage. Even after thousands of words and three glasses of wine, no one had come up with any ideas.

Millie, the youngest, snickered and her eyes danced giving away her naughty thoughts. Mandy said, "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing really, I was remembering the results of our "Truth or Dare" game back when I turned eighteen."

There was a pause and in unison all three said, "Uncle Jim."

Mary tried to dampen their initial thought, "How would we get Ellen to stay with him? Besides he's old now. I bet he's not like he was twenty years ago."

Millie added, "Mom still visits him at least a couple of times a month." There was a gasp and Mandy said, "She does? I didn't know that."

"You've been busy with your family and work."

The new round of wine was one too many glasses for each of them. They were quiet, remembering pleasant, naughty times. The dare had been for each of them to spend a week with Uncle Jim. Their mom heard about the dare. All she said was, "You are all over eighteen, make your own decisions but you will definitely be changed after you spend a week with him."

Way back then, Mandy, always the bold one, asked her mother, "Have you had sex with Uncle Jim?"

Their mother's response shocked them. They never talked about her answer, "I'm not going to elaborate, but you cannot be female, be around your Uncle Jim and not have sex with him." There was no reason for any of the three sisters to talk about this again, because within three months, each of them had spent a week at Uncle Jim's. Each had wild satisfying sex with him and, now, after twenty years, each still secretly fantasizes about a repeat performance whether they are married or not.

It was time for Millie's two cents, "Mary, you could tell Ellen that she can stay with you but you have to remodel or something. That Uncle Jim's place is closer to town and that he has agreed that she can stay there while you get her room ready for her to move in."

They were all having fun adding to the plan when Mary spoke about her own daughter, "She definitely would not be as militant a feminist after a couple of weeks with him. He sure made me glad I am female."

Mary called Uncle Jim from the restaurant. He readily agreed and said he hoped each of them would come visit him soon. Mary let her alcohol loosened tongue go too far. Uncle Jim might be nearing seventy but he is as naughty and playful as ever.

"I heard mom visits you a couple of times a month."

"Yes she does. Lovely, sexy, hot, tasty woman, your mother.

Mary turned bright red, was speechless and handed the telephone to Millie, who had only heard the discussion about Ellen. "So, Uncle Jim, we'll try to set up everything with Ellen and give you a call if she agrees."

"Sounds good. It will be nice to have a lovely woman to talk to for a while. It's too quiet and predictable around here with just me."

"How do you know she's lovely? You haven't seen her in years."

"I've spent some time with her grandmother, her mother and her aunts. They are all lovely. It runs in the family."

"You know she is a very opinionated feminist?"

"I'll probably agree with most of her views but even if I don't, I'll try to hold up under her on slot. I think I'm male enough to match her."

Millie laughed heartily and replied, "We all know that first hand."

After the call, her sisters wanted to know, "What do "We all know firsthand?"" Millie explained. After the knowing laughter died down, Mary added two great thoughts. "In a month or so maybe we can add Ellen to our luncheons. Then we all should each take a luncheon and tell the others the details about our particular stay with Uncle Jim."

Mandy got some shocked looks as she ended the luncheon with one word, "Stays."

About a week later Mary drove Ellen through the well cared for orchard up to the front door of Jim's spotless, rambling one story house in the middle of landscaped grounds and lots of flowers. A smiling Uncle Jim rushed to welcome Ellen with open arms and a big smile. Ellen held her left hand up as a "Stop" sign and extended her right hand instead. Jim's questioning smile, as he shook her hand, prompted Ellen's response, "I don't need a hug from the family's notorious womanizing male."

Mary was shocked. Jim just took Ellen's bags, said, "I have us a light lunch already set out." Then he turned his back on Ellen and went through his front door. Lunch was talkative. Ellen was surprised at the beautiful bright house and its tasteful, colorful furnishings. After lunch, before Mary started to get up from the table, Jim reached out to hold her forearm. His eyes were moist, filled with hurt.

"I want both of you to keep private what I am going to tell you but with Mary as my witness, I want to clear the air with Ellen."

He paused, assuming approval in their silence, "Ellen, I dated only one girl before I got married to a virgin and my greatest love. Neither of us ever cheated and she died after we had less than twenty years together. I have never hurt, degraded, conned or lied to a woman. It so happens that I love women -- their voices, their softness, their company and their sex. I have been with a few women over the last thirty years and I like to think that our time together was mutual. In my definition, I am not a womanizer. I sincerely hope that is not my reputation with those who know me, especially within the family. I'm not a polished, in demand player or a handsome man who has ever had women seeking me out. Let's try to be civil for the month you will be here."

Mom and daughter walked out to the car together when Mary addressed her daughter, "You hurt your Uncle Jim's feelings. That was not called for. He is inviting you into his home with free room and board."

That evening was quiet and early to bed for both Jim and his new house guest. The next day, Ellen did not respond when Jim asked her to help fix lunch and dinner. The third evening, after yet another snub, Jim sat down to a nice dinner without setting a place for Ellen. She looked shocked.

"Oh, I thought my cooking and company are so repulsive to you that you wanted to prepare your own meals and not have to speak to me for a month. I've prepared plenty of food, if you want to dish it out yourself; you'll have to get your own plate."

Ellen felt foolish. Jim had the plate and setting next to the food on the stove. Her rolls were even sliced and wrapped to stay warm. Still his conversation at the table about trees, the weather, the news, etc. bored her. She was rude at best. When he served the nice dessert, he asked her, "What do you like most about being a woman?" She gave him her best indignant stare. She did not respond to that or his next ten questions. He was trying hard to be nice and get to know her.

"Come on, help me clean up the table and do the dishes."

"A woman's place is in the kitchen. Is that it?"

"No, our place is to clean up together after we both ate."

Ellen helped about half way through washing the dishes and then she had a flash back to her horrible, degrading, controlling ex-jock boyfriend. She turned, tossed the pot she was drying onto the sink and said, "Fuck this." The pot bounced crashing into four carefully placed ceramic canisters on the counter. All the color drained out of Jim's face; he carefully cradled the largest piece of the shattered ceramic one, lovingly hand painted and labeled "Sugar."

"I'm sorry."

"No you are not. Fran made this set over thirty years ago. We didn't have many things back then. It has sat on that spot since she died. You are not nice to those who are nice to you. You are judgmental and feel you are better than others. You have been hurt and are using that as an excuse to become a hateful bitch."

That word always set her off, she swung to slap her great uncle. The piece of canister he was holding shattered on the floor but he caught her wrist. He spun her as he sat down on one of the armless breakfast nook chairs and pulled her across his thighs. For a moment, she was too shocked to resist. He pulled her sweat pants and panties down to her knees trapping her legs together. His first slapping blow to her thong patterned tanned ass was hard, it hurt and it startled her. She angrily shouted, "Let me up," only to be rewarded with another and then another stinging slap to her ass cheeks.

A flash of desire surged through Ellen. She had always been turned on by masculine strength and power. She hated her ex because he was a control freak and used his strength to enforce his will. She was getting a spanking from a strong man. She felt the sexual excitement but not the revulsion.

Jim rained his open handed blows noisily, slapping, stinging onto both Ellen's cheeks. She kicked, screamed and cried. He did not relent until he felt her legs struggle less and attempt to spread. He reached down and pushed her bindings to her ankles. She tried to twist away, kicked her feet and was rewarded with even harder blows to her now bright red, throbbing ass cheeks. He controlled her by grabbing her hair with his left hand. Her legs spread again and Uncle Jim slipped his hand between her wet glistening thighs. His thumb slipped unerringly between her swollen pussy's lips and pressed into her g-spot just as his dripping fingers slid across her clit. Ellen froze for a few moments feeling the luscious, smooth, knowing strokes. Enjoying them was wrong; she struggled to get away. Her frantic movements only increased the pleasure she felt. Every muscle in her belly tightened, rippled and then convulsed to suck at the pleasure giving invader.

Her weight on his legs restricted her breathing. She was gasping and moaning at the same time. One foot came free leaving one leg on his lap and letting her right knee drop all the way to the floor. Deftly he stroked inside and outside her. Her body was taking over. She was spread lewdly and being used. She felt helpless, enveloped in dirty, nasty, forbidden sex and she loved it. After another minute, her insides were pleading to cum but she did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Her hips arched up and Jim could see her youthful rosebud. Tears of loss streamed down his face. Ellen's entire body began to tremble and suck. She tried with all her might not to cum. Jim let go of her hair, reached between her breasts and his thighs. Sweat dripped off her face, fighting for control. Just when she needed even more control, he squeezed her left nipple very hard. She screamed and came squirting from her womb for the first time. His thumb and fingers did not let up on her sensitive pussy. She never came more than once. His left hand went back to her hair and pulled, arching her backward. She struggled and came and came again. He stood dropping her hard on the floor. She did not care. She was gasping for air, trying to live.

Uncle Jim slipped his pants off and removed his shirt. His cock looked like it could stab all the way through the young woman, lying crumpled at his feet. He easily picked her up and sat back down on the straight backed chair. Ellen was facing him, straddling his thighs. She was pliable, still coming down, still filled with womanly pleasure and still responding to male strength. He tilted her head and kissed her lips. Her hungry tongue came out to be sucked and search frantically for his pheromone filled wetness. Jim's mind swirled. He knew her fetish. Fran had an oral and body fluid fetish. He stretched so his mouth hovered over her. They kissed passionately; he knew not to swallow. When her body arched and she moaned, he let her drink from his lips. He whispered, "Reach down and slide me into your body so our juices mix. When we both cum, we will share them."

Ellen groaned into his mouth. As if in a trance, she grasped the biggest cock she had ever touched and guided its wide purple head to stretch between the swollen, tender lips of her well thumb-fucked pussy. Her body was leading. She thrust to get herself full and to rake her demanding clit along his shaft. Ellen struggled to get more friction from his cock. As she struggled, her uncle removed her top and bra. She liked that. She wanted to give him her breasts too.

Ellen's coordination was faltering. Never had she had sex so long or cum so much. Still her body demanded more. It showed no signs of wanting to stop. Just as she succeeded in taking all of him into her demanding belly, he pulled his hips back and pushed hers away. He pulled her. The slide was maddeningly slow, rough, centered directly on her clit, pressing for magic moments into her g-spot and stretching her delightfully as the long shaft kept sliding deeper until its tiny lips touched the needy lips of her cervix. She came more completely than ever before in her life. His lips went to her breasts and his strong hands worked her hips in a regular rhythm. Her climax lingered, holding her at the crest. Her body never wanted this to end but her mind slipped in a fleeting thought, "My cunt hurts but I have to have more. I hate the word cunt."

Jim stood with Ellen impaled on his cock. He held her thighs and ass. One of his fingers centered over her asshole and moved just enough to enter that hole about an inch. Her arms went around his neck to help. He carried her to the thick lambs' wool rug by the fireplace in the den and laid her on her back with his dick still in her. 

Two then three long strokes made sexy squishing noises. The long wool strands tickled her back as he pushed her body around, using it to pleasure his cock. Her knees flared wider with her feet on the floor. Ellen literally felt her body open wider for him. She was on her back, in the most submissive position; but submitting to receiving and giving pleasure. Her submission was not the degrading horror she imagined. His next thrust was hard and jarring. He gathered their combined juices and brought them to her lips and kissed her through them. It wasn't a climax; it was a jolt of lightening from her soul through her womb and then into her lover. He was inside her. Their tastes were combined. She was open and trusting him to protect her from the unknowns of pleasure so she could truly surrender to a man for the first time.

Ellen was almost ready to cum again when Jim leaned forward, kissed her and struggled to say, "You body is magnificent. I'm going to take you now."

She spoke and could see her words travel through time as generations of women had answered with their bodies, "Yes, cum with me. Fill me. Let me feel you take what you want from me."

This was a physical, strong man. His thrust almost hurt but her body was made to absorb them. She felt the tremble inside him and was pleased that her body could give this. What she felt triggered her own matching pleasure. A strange sound began in her belly and turned into a louder and louder growl with each of his jarring thrust. His sweat dripped onto her lips and she licked its saltiness into her mouth and swallowed it for it to become part of her.

His hips, his thighs, his belly tightened. He arched back and Ellen screamed for the second time in her life, in release, as she heard his roar and felt his cock dance inside her depositing rope after rope in a puddle at the mouth of her cervix so it could nurse at the sperm laden liquid. Higher her mind and body floated. He was still thrusting when her body hung at the top of a climax that just would not stop. She gasped and gasped for air but could not inhale enough. The world went peacefully black. 

About an hour later, Ellen awoke to the pleasant approving smile of a still nude Uncle Jim looking down at her. Her mind was not working yet. He said, "Don't try to say anything tonight. Let me carry you to bed. We'll talk tomorrow and make anything happen that you feel you must do after we lost control tonight."

Before Jim picked her up, he knelt between her legs and sucked some of their combined juices into his mouth. He let his weight down on her and kissed her. Her mouth opened; for the next few sharing moments, she understood so much about being a woman and her own body's needs. His weight felt good on her. Their juices combined were so much better than each alone. Her tired body tried to respond. His dick was soft against her belly. When she swallowed, again he whispered, "We are generations apart and different from one another. You are a modern city woman and I am a simpler man. But we share a secret fetish that will always make us both crazy."

Gently, he picked her up and carried her to the guest room. Before he covered her, he kissed her lips again and gathered a lot of their wetness from between her legs and spread it across her belly and breasts. He tweaked her nipples in the slipperiness and then covered her. She smiled but was asleep by the time he turned off the light switch.


Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 01



Ellen slept late the next morning. Jim had already gone to work in the fields. The note beside her breakfast plate read,

"Dearest Ellen, Thank you for sharing your magnificent body with me last night. You gave me great pleasure. I know I pushed the limits and you are probably angry with me. After dinner, around eight, I will be ready to hear everything and will not give you excuses. I will try to explain, if you want a response.  Love,  Uncle Jim"

Cleaned, dressed and quiet, Ellen and Jim worked together to prepare their meal together. As the table was set, Jim said, "Thank you for being my helping partner and dinner guest tonight."

Ellen had so much to blurt out and so much to ask. She had not said a word but he asked, "Can we eat, clean up the kitchen and take some wine into the den by the fireplace? We can talk all night if you want."

It puzzled her. How did he know she had so much to say and so much to ask?

In the den, they beat around the real subjects for a while. Ellen volunteered to get another bottle of the nice Riesling. Jim watched her every move. She felt she was being viewed admiringly, like a work of art.

Hiding her smile, she looked back at him and asked, "Are you checking out my ass?"

"That and everything else I wanted to kiss last night and still do today. I'm truly sorry for getting angry and spanking you; I should not have let all that happen last night. If you don't feel safe here, I'll pay for you to have a nice room in town, until your room at your mother's is ready."

Ellen completely ignored his words, got the wine, refilled their glasses and started a new conversation, "My ex was strong. I liked the strength but not the control he wanted over me. Your kisses and teasing words drove me wild last night. I was afraid for a while. I expected you to demand things from me, be rough with me, leave me unsatisfied and make me do things."

"Things?"

"Bob would hold my head and push his cock into my mouth so deep that I gagged. He would demand that I swallow his cum. It was lumpy and bitter. I hated that. I am very confused by what we did and what you said about our shared fetish. It does not make sense. You made me cum many times, I didn't know I could. I wanted to give myself to you and please you. That does not make sense. I liked the pain and the pleasure you gave me. That does not make sense." Ellen paused; Jim had looked away and was starring into the flames. He realized she had stopped talking and looked back. Tears rolled down his cheeks. She started to ask what was wrong. He pleaded, "Wait for a few moments."

Ellen waited and waited. Finally Jim said, "Let me respond a little and then I'll listen some more. Oral sex is one of the most pleasurable gifts you can give your partner. It must be a gift, unless it is part of another kind of play. Your boyfriend wanted release and control. He did not want to share. Did he give you pleasure that way?"

"He was not into that."

More tears rolled down Jim's face, "We should have talked first. I made a great mistake. I should have shown you my greatest delight. Then you would not confuse me with your ex or think I would ever take your dignity from you. You are smart, gorgeous, a receptive lover and a very special woman."

Ellen waited. "Your grandmother, your mother and your sisters know that I can't keep secrets; I'm too open and often blurt out the wrong things. If I shock you, I'm sorry. All the females in your family are special, playful, passionate, satisfying lovers. They are frank; maybe since I screwed up last night, you can talk to them. There is so much more beauty that a man and a woman can share than what you know."

"Jason is the only man I've been with, until last night."

"You had a few different things happen last night. If you set the limits, I will honor them. I can show you the great heights your body can take you but words would not convince you. That sounds like a horny sixteen year old boy trying to get into his girl's pants. Sorry."

Her words were slow in coming. They were measured, confirming that she had heard him right and searching for safety. "Grandma, mom and her sisters have all been with you?"

"Yes. Your grandmother and I just grew together after her husband ran off. One year, your mom and her sisters played a game and they all committed to spend a playful week with me because of what they had heard and knew about Fran and me in our younger days. I wasn't with them when they decided but I definitely won the game. Their time with me helped me get over grieving Fran's death and gave me permission to live and be happy again."

The long night yesterday, filled with so many new confusing experiences, the stress filled day of rethinking, the wine, the pleasant open conversation and watching the rounds of pain in Uncle Jim's eyes all exhausted Ellen in one large exhale. She slipped off to sleep lying in her uncle's arms while they sat on the couch. She was only half awake when Jim awoke and realized his hand was inside her shirt cupping one of her breasts. As he tried to pull it away, Ellen, held it in place. He carried her to the guest room, stripped her and put her into her pajamas. She never completely woke up but made sounds of complaint and tried to hug him.

Four hours later, with lots of commotion, a very excited Uncle Jim burst into Ellen's room turning on the light and saying too loudly, "Quick, I need your help." The seasonal thunder storms had set in and the open ground was muddy and they raced toward the barn. He only had on blue jeans and she had on her pajamas. Both were drenched. She could feel the mud squeeze up between her toes as he pulled her. He was wet from something else. Something she had never smelled before. Gasping for breath, he told her, "You have to help me turn a calf before the cow or it dies."

Ellen's eyes were bulging and her brain was trying to take in what he explained. "We need two arms to turn it. My two are two large to both get inside her. I can lift the calf and hold its closest leg but you have to reach under it and pull the other leg forward."

His eyes were concerned. His manner was very excited and yet as he stood after putting a small box behind the cow for Ellen to stand on; his eyes locked on her drenched clothing and how it clung to her. With no discussion, he stripped off his wet jeans, standing naked. He reached for Ellen, ripped her top off and stripped her naked. He had her step onto the box. Their shoulders were at the same height. Facing her, he grasped her by the waist with his left hand, took hold of her left hand with his right and slowly pushed their hands together into the birth canal of the loudly complaining cow. She was in pain from her calf.

Quickly, Ellen felt the problem; she reached her right arm around Uncle Jim's neck for leverage. Yes, he was drenched in liquids from the hopeful mother. With her arm sunk up to her shoulder and grasping Jim, Ellen was now wet from their task too. She felt every muscle strain in his body as he tried to lift the calf, so she could reach under. Twice his hands slipped and they had to start over. The third time, the calf pulled its pinned, twisted leg and it slipped out of Ellen's hand. Jim inhaled to rest just seconds. Ellen did too. She realized Jim's cock was rock hard, wedged between her thighs and pressing tightly up against her pussy. She closed her legs tighter around his shaft, smiled and said, "We can do this." His cock throbbed. Another kind of sparkle fleeted through his green eyes; he squeezed her and his arm drove into the cow with more determination. Ellen grasped just above the hoof and pushed it to the left and then pulled. The calf helped and the leg came forward kicking Jim in the forearm. His smile lit up the barn. 

The calf was small and the cow was stretched from all the extra work to straighten her calf. Everything happened so quickly the seventy pound calf started out before Ellen and Jim could remove their arms. In a flash of slippery fluids, the wet new calf crashed into them and all three landed on the wet floor of the barn stall. Ellen sat spread legged, shocked as her Uncle Jim scrambled to make sure the calf was breathing and get him around to the front of the exhausted mother. Instantly, she began to lick and clean him. He was breathing and moving some in a minute.

The next few minutes were not a rape because what happened was mutual but if anyone else saw it charges would have been filed. Jim crawled to between Ellen's spread legs, stared at her open, red, glistening pussy, stood, lifted her and roughly pushed her down onto a bale of rough straw. Her legs flared, his eyes were those of a wild animal and she cried out when his unguided cock drove smoothly but powerfully as deep as it could go into her sheath. Ten maybe twelve long powerful demanding strokes and she raised her legs and her toes curled to grasp the edge of the bale. Her arms fell to the sides and she grasped the scratchy straw. Her back and hips arched forward and held that position while Jim's hips wildly pumped in and out of her. Because of the angle of her body, the outline of his wide cock was clearly visible as it penetrated inside her.

More female liquids added to that on their glistening bodies. Ellen's womb flowed and squirted around the massive plug in her and she cried out in her first orgasm. Jim never noticed, he was trying to cum and thrust on madly. He was holding all his weight on his arms. They began to tremble in complaint as Ellen felt, for the first time, her cunt actually begin to suck for a man's sperm. Her every muscle was holding her arched up to take his thrusts, yet she felt no strain, just a need. An animal's need, the thought was, "Yes, God, Yes, make me cum again."

Ellen did cum. Cum hard and her hips slid down onto the bale of straw. Jim was in pain. His lungs were about to burst, his hips were flying out of control. Sweat dripped from him. He was wet all over and his body was cold. Still he could not cum and Ellen could see his face contorted in pain and feel his frustration. Always before being with Uncle Jim, her mind thought through every action during sex. This time, her body needed to give to him, with no thought, she pushed at his thighs and slid down the scratching, cutting straw until her nude body was on its knees trapped between the bale and her struggling man. He was softening. He had not cum and was panting.

Ellen's right hand grasped the base of her uncle's cock and squeezed making it swell as if truly hard; her extra fingers grasped and lightly squeezed his balls. Her left hand reached around him, grasped his right ass cheek and pulled him into her mouth. She looked up at him and his green wild eyes were pleading for release. For the first time in her life she felt how a strong man needed a woman's strength and help, just as much as she might need his.

She kept sucking. Not because of demand but because she wanted to. She wanted to give Jim pleasure and watch his climax. Through his out of control need to cum and his frustration of not being able to, his dick hardened. He could see Ellen was freely giving this to him. As his eyes watched, they began to close in pure pleasure and again a tear rolled down and splattered on her face. All her life she remembered that tear as her greatest treasure.

Uncle Jim's legendary control was not with him. He came. What he produced was lessened by his age and the recent unexpected night of pleasure. But his release almost made him fall. He grasped Ellen's shoulders and used her strength to stay upright. When his eyes opened, she was still looking at him. She opened her mouth, showing him his cum and pulled at his shaft to get the last drops. Unblinking, she rolled it around to mix it with her saliva, opened her mouth again to show him and then she made a big show of swallowing. Except to keep from falling, he had not touched her while she had sucked him. This was her gift and it was too beautiful for either of them to say a word.

After perfect moments, Jim stepped back unsteadily and pulled Ellen up. He kissed her deeply and then got a couple of muddy ponchos, wrapped one around her and the other around himself. He held her and guided her back to the main house into his master bedroom and the shower. He washed her, kissed her and worshiped her. He put her to bed in his bed. She did not object. He spooned against her back. His only words were, "Thank you lover. I could never have hoped for such a beautiful gift."

The next afternoon, Uncle Jim drove Ellen over to her grandmother's house for a visit. Her mom and her aunts were there. Millie and Mandy smiled knowingly at Ellen's mother. Ellen was smiling, cordial, happy and had that well fucked and satisfied glow. Mary's pussy tingled and trickled a little, wanting to know what had happened between Uncle Jim and her daughter. She was envious. Yes, definitely, the three sisters and now Ellen would each have to take a lunch and describe their time with Uncle Jim. Mom always lit up when she saw Uncle Jim. Maybe she would finally tell her stories too.



Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 02



Millie at eighteen always tried to shock the others and her mother with outrageous comments and her hints about wild sexual behavior. Being the youngest, most of her words were bravado. Still her sisters and her mom, along with most of the people she knew, backed down giving her some thrilling power to stun and see shocked embarrassed eyes.

Last week's date with a college junior didn't go to well. Sure she had lost her virginity on her senior prom night and had one other partner, but this guy expected she would put out like a ten year experienced hooker and was totally offended and insulting when he didn't even get to finger her. Millie was pretty down and didn't really want anyone to know. More bravado would hide her hurt. However, she was the only one home when she got back way too early from her horrible date Saturday night. She could one up her sisters. She, Mary and Mandy had all taken the dare to spend a week with Uncle Jim. No one had yet. Uncle Jim had always been her manly champion and defender. She thought, "I'll be the first to take the dare and then Mary (21) and Mandy (19) will see how grown up, brave and independent I am. She left a brief note where she'd be.

Now twenty years later, the sisters, Ellen and the sisters' mother had agreed to each take a luncheon date and tell about their time with Uncle Jim. Millie's time had been wild enough; she did not have to embellish anything to impress anyone. She decided to be blunt and forthright, even in front of her mother. After all at 39, she has been married for 11 years and desperately wants a child that her husband cannot give her. Besides they are poor because both of them have been out of work for over a year and are about to be evicted. Everybody knew all that. Why shouldn't they know the truth about her time with Uncle Jim?

The wine was poured, mom was still holding back. She had agreed to go to this luncheon but still had not agreed to participate. The first glass of wine went down easily, too easily, and Millie began her tale.

I got over to Uncle Jim's about nine Saturday night. He was in the swing on his porch and was surprised to see me. As usual, I got the great big hug. Not as usual, he stepped back and looked at me up and down. He was seeing me in dating clothes and not work clothes for the first time. I had spent hundreds of days with him over the years while growing up. He did not fall for all my bravado. He knew everything about me and, of course, I had heard all those wild stories about him and his very wild wife, Fran. Maybe, because I'm a couple of years younger, I didn't believe Uncle Jim was anything other than the hugging, supportive father figure I had grown up counting on.

Those green eyes twinkled and he had a mischievous little boy smile, I had not seen before. I told him I had come to stay with him for a week and had some weak story to back it up. He commented that I did not bring a suit case, but we could get my things tomorrow. I was embarrassed by my oversight and confessed to my bad date and getting home early to an empty house. I noticed his cock was half hard. It was natural for me to look, I had been dodging one all night. (Everyone laughed at that line)

Anyway, I went on and on about what an unattractive jerk my date was. After a while, I asked why he was sitting on the porch.

"Today would have been Fran's birthday. I was reminiscing about the things we would do for each other's birthdays and just day dreaming."

"You miss her a lot."

"I miss having a complete honest and open friend, partner and lover, but that was a long time ago."

"What would you do?"

"I was thinking about the year we started going to the waterfall out back on the state land."

I didn't know about any waterfall. We talked about that for a while and I asked that he take me there tomorrow. He shocked me, "No, it would not be the right thing for you and it would change some of my memories."

I was puzzled, quizzed him, pushed him and I wanted to go to that damn waterfall. "Why would going with me, mess it up for you?"

"We were honest with each other and very playful." He paused, thought and decided to push back. "Your date was not so one sided. You have already started fibbing to me. The waterfall is an honest, special place for me."

"How did I lie?"

"You are a woman now and you are dealing with men. When I hugged you, I could smell the wonderful smells of a recently turned on woman. You got excited and wet. Your Uncle is a very oral man and is very aware of such things. I crossed my legs to try to hide how your smell excited me but you caught me. I was getting hard from the wonderful scent of you and the sexy clothing that shows your legs, flared hips ready to make babies and your nipples standing proud on those beautiful round Cs."

He just answered my question and I felt totally naked in front of him. Even my mind was naked. He knew everything that I did not say and had tried to hide.

Mom piped up, "I remember warning you all about your Uncle Jim." Mom, it got a lot hotter and a lot more out of control real fast. I acted offended and denied what he said.

"Ok, I'll play your game. Prove it. Take off your panties and hand them to me."

"I will not. Why should I? I know what happened. I'm not making things up for a cheap male thrill."

"Fran and I did not lie or play head games with each other. Sometimes we argued but usually one of us would start something playful and the other would go along and next thing we knew the towns' folks had something else to gossip about. I never considered her wet, hot, sweet pussy to be a cheap thrill and I don't consider yours one. I know it would be beautiful, desirable, something any man would want and I know it would make my mouth water. You've heard all your life, stories about how oral I am. Why are you challenging me? Enjoy. Be playful. You are grown now. You know I would never push you or hurt you. You just picked the wrong guy tonight. He wanted to use you for his pleasure and not share pleasure with you. Answer me truthfully, if he had come on to you correctly were you ready to go all the way with him and have sex? I bet you had a condom in your purse."

I was totally outclassed. He had me dead to rights on all points. I had every intension of putting out for the guy I dated that night. (Mom gasped.) I was embarrassed and Uncle Jim wanted to let me off the hook, be playful and defuse the tension.

"Tell you what, I'll give you the little car that you want, if you prove me wrong."

"What do I have to do, if you are right?"

"You can be Fran tomorrow and go to the waterfall with me. You have to do what the little signs say along the way. She put them up one year for my birthday. I haven't been there in a long, long time. Hopefully, we can still read the words."

"What kind of things will the signs say?"

"Stop and give me a kiss." "Take off all your clothes" "Swim Nude" "Lick my nipples" "Make love with me."

I blushed and could hardly speak but I was very, very turned on. From earlier, to still seeing Uncle Jim's large cock throbbing in his lose lounging pants, to the naughty unknown trip to the waterfall never knowing what a sign might say. "What if I can't do what is on a sign?"

"Oh, you can do all the things that are on all the signs but I understand that you might be turned off or offended by being with your old Uncle. You don't have to do anything on any sign. Just read them with me and dream. Imagine with me when I was younger and Fran was still alive. I would like for you to go with me. I've wanted to do this for years but didn't want to do it alone. I'll tell you some about Fran and me, if you promise to keep my secrets."

"How about my panties?"

"I still want them, but "No" you don't have to take off your panties and let me see if they are damp."

Something changed inside me at that moment. I wanted to give him my panties. I wanted to be playfully naughty with him. I wanted to have fun. Not go all the way, mind you. Just play with someone older, someone more experienced, someone at ease with sex and someone who I could trust to keep himself under control. I stepped out of my shoes and started to reach under my skirt.

"May I do that?"

If I weren't wet before, I was now. I took three mindless, steps toward him and thrust out my hips.

"It's early, Millie, relax. Play. Enjoy." He patted the seat on the far side of the triple wide swing, urging me to sit. I did. He stood grasped both my socked ankles and turned me so my legs faced where he had been sitting. He sat back down moving my feet into his lap. I could feel him pulse under my heels.

Forever, it seemed, Uncle Jim asked me questions, many very personal, about myself. I hesitated a few times but I answered. I wanted him to know everything sexually about me. I felt safe, that he was truly interested and cared. Finally, he asked how many times a week I masturbated. I gasped. He reached up my right calf and pulled my sock off slowly, stopping at my foot, massaging my foot and then working the sock off very sensuously. He rubbed my calf, my ankle my foot and then I quit breathing again when he raised my foot kissed it, sucked the bottom of my arch and then teased his lips to my toes and sucked each one. Rather quickly his magic fingers went up between my slightly spread thighs and he pressed his fingers into the crotch of my panties. His hand was perfectly centered on my slit and his thumb drew two or three circles on my clit. One more circle, I would have cum. He looked deep into my eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted my wetness. His eyes closed as he enjoyed me. My heart soared and my belly contracted. I waited. We were the only two people in the world. His voice was all I could hear and I was the most special woman in the world to him.

"You have another sock. I want it too but I'm twisted and uncomfortable. I have to straighten my cock or you can do it if you want." In a trance, I spread my legs so my skirt rose up to my hips as I leaned forward. He untied the draw string on his pants and held them out. My hand reached inside. He was twisted. I fished around to find the head, unwound it and let it straighten toward his belly. My palm was covered with pre-cum when he pulled my hand away. I would not have let go. I licked my palm. He groaned and stared at my camel toe through my nearly transparent wet white panties. His hands trembled some when he pulled my other sock off and raised my foot to his lips and began to suck my toes. He groaned again and I realized my right foot was rolling his cock against his belly. Its big swollen purple helmet had grown to extend above the top of his pulled high pants. I grabbed the top of his pants between my toes and pulled them down exposing the top third of his cock. I gasped.

The night air was getting chili when he turned me again, knelt in front of me and urged me to stand. My skirt fell hiding his view. His hands were nervous and his eyes were wild. I felt like I was teasing a large wild cat that could tear me apart at any second. I could feel his body fighting for control. He had never touched me or my sisters sexually. His head was in turmoil and his senses were overloading. His hands slid up the outside of my thighs and pulled down my panties. I stepped out of them for him and stood there, facing him with my legs slightly parted. I felt the cold air between my legs and down my thighs where my juices had run. Uncle Jim, brought my panties to his nose, pressed them tightly into his face and inhaled while he fingered the wet material. His cock was standing straight out, free from his pants and reaching almost to my ankles from where he was kneeling. He did not see his cock. His eyes were closed and he pushed the soaking gusset of my panties into his mouth and sucked my pussy's juices and hints of pee into his mouth and swallowed. He found another spot and then another to suck. His eyes opened and looked at me almost pleading but his hands were shaking barely in control. I know what it is now. But then, I did not know, how close I was to being taken -- right, wrong, related, strangers, it was almost at the point of not mattering -- he was on the razor's edge struggling for control. He pushed up my skirt and kept his nose and mouth, an inch away from my skin. I so wanted him to lick and suck me but his struggle, his intentional torture of himself and the occasional shutter through his body warned me not to touch him at that moment. 

Uncle Jim exhaled deeply. I thought he was finished torturing himself. He put his hands on his thighs and squeezed, as if to lock them there. He looked up into my eyes and whispered, "Please, Millie, take two fingers and thrust them deep inside you. Get them as wet as you can and then feed me your wetness." I came when I pushed my fingers into myself. I held on to the chain on the swing to keep from falling. Always before, Uncle Jim would catch me. This time he dared not touch me. When I recovered enough, he was pleased that I had cum for him. Strands of my cum draped out of me when I reached for his lips. He sucked them clean quickly. I wanted to do it again, knowing the chance I was taking if the stories were true. The second time I pushed my fingers between my swollen pussy's lips, wetness puddled in my palm. Again, as I reached my fingers toward his mouth, more strands of my wetness hung from them. I pushed three fingers deep into his throat. He did not gag. I wiped my hand clean on his busy tongue and lips. I let him suck the puddle from my palm. His body leaned forward toward the v between my legs. I was learning how to play and tease, even control his madness. He let me push at his forehead and hold him away. He did suck two of my fingers looking for more wetness. His tongue pushed between them and twisted around searching. I came again thinking of that tongue buried between my legs. That had never happened to me. But watching him was better than any sex, I had experienced.

This time, he did stand and catch me. His rigid cock flattened lying straight across my nude abdomen just above my pussy. I could feel his cock's throbs radiate to my clit. He steadied me. I reached out and squeezed the head of his cock letting precum coat my well licked fingers. He reached down and grasped my hand and pulled it away.

"Millie, I want you with every cell in my body. I can't think. I don't know if this is right to do. Let's think tonight. Let's have fun and see the waterfall tomorrow. I have to get away from you or I will take you. My body is screaming to watch you cum on my lips."

As he got me to the guest room, I thought he had changed his mind. Without touching me he stripped me completely nude. He started to lean down and kiss my breasts. I wanted him to so much but he stopped. He had me lift my arms so he could see under my arms. From the door, he asked, "One more thing for tonight?"

"Yes."

"Turn around and bend over for me."

I bent far enough so he could see my ass hole and my pouting red, swollen dripping pussy's lips. I waited and then looked back. He was gone and had closed my door.

My room smelled of hot, wet pussy. My mind swirled with visions of Uncle Jim's cock, our trip tomorrow and his wild green sparkling eyes. I stood by the bed and masturbated to a squishing orgasm and sat back on the bed with my fingers still inside me. I had just arrived tonight. I had a week ahead of me. My mind spun even faster. How far would I go? How far would he go? If I got him going could I stop him? If he got me going could I stop, want to stop or could he stop me?

The days were long and hot this time of year. About noon, Uncle Jim called me to get on his big, covered four wheel drive John Deere ATV that he used every day around the orchards. We drove for about thirty minutes, into the forest service land that butted into his. The trees got too thick for the ATV but I could see an overgrown path just in front of where he parked. He gathered our picnic basket, towels and blankets. I had no idea what to expect. He had not asked me to bring a swim suit or anything. In about a hundred yards there was a clearing and I saw Fran's first sign. It was faded but the red paint on raw wood read, "No clothing beyond this point." I was excited after last night. I wanted to be wild for him. He had said I did not have to follow Fran's rules and could say "No" any time. He launched on through the clearing and I called him back, "Didn't you read the sign?"

Jim grinned from ear to ear and his green eyes sparked in the filtered sunlight of the shaded clearing. He sat everything down and said, "It would be very special for me to share how Fran sat all this up for me. Are you sure? Fran's signs will get pretty wild. Even what I tell you might embarrass you."

"I can handle this one."

Item for item we stripped together. We put our hiking boots back on.

The second sign was not far down the over grown trail, just far enough from where we left our clothes that I had time to watch his tight, sexy ass, ahead of me and for my pussy to begin to trickle, remembering our out of control time on the porch. The sign was covered with reddish leaves on a vine. I reached to uncover it. He pushed me away with the picnic basket, "Use a stick; that is poison oak."

This sign was harder to read but it read, "Kissing and touching break. Don't miss a single spot on my body." His eyes questioned me. I signaled "Yes." He pushed me a little farther up the trail, away from the poison oak and sat down all he was carrying. I said, "Me first." I'm not sure what Fran had in mind but I had never completely explored a man. I pushed him down onto his knees. He immediately kissed and tongued my belly button. "I said me first," and knelt with him. I explored his head, his neck, his chest and nipples and then I sucked them. That made the long unhurried minutes of French kissing more erotic. My nipples pressed into the wetness I had left on him. Over the next thirty minutes I touched and kissed every inch of him, except his boot covered feet. I even spread the thin cheeks of his ass, looked at the tight wrinkles and licked his ass hole. I had saved the best for last. I turned him slowly and examined his cock and balls in the light. I jacked his uncircumcised cock, licked its head and sucked him until pre-cum coated my hands, was in my mouth and I could feel his balls tightening and his cock throb. Its knob widened so the skin was tight and shiny. The shaft thickened in my hand and it both excited and frightened me. It was way beyond the high school boys I had any experience with.

Uncle Jim was honest, "When I followed that sign and let Fran touch me first, I came on her belly when I kissed her and started my turn. Will you let me regain some control and have my turn with your body when we get to the waterfall?" My body was aching to be touched and feel his lips on me. I agreed but the torture of the last hundred yard walk was pure frustration. I kept licking for the taste of him on my lips and fingers. He was ahead so he did not see my wild need.

The waterfall was as beautiful as any selected for any nature book. The three paths the water separated into at the top fell about forty feet into a hundred foot wide pond with a large flat rock in the center. That rock was the only thing directly in the sunlight. As I marveled and tested the water with my hands, Jim laid out our blanket, stacked our towels and hung our food high in a tree. He reached for my hand. It was nervous again, "I want us to walk around the waterfall together and let you read some more of Fran's signs."

We started to the right where the path rose steeply heading to the top of the waterfall. One spot was misty. The slight breeze kept a flat spot wet and a thick carpet of moss grew there. The sign said, "Lay on me. Fuck me slow. Make me cum, but not you." Uncle Jim blushed. I knew for this first walk I was Fran and this was difficult for him. Jim said, "Lie down and feel the cold moss." I was so frightened I could feel my heart pounding. Jim spread my legs and his lips went straight for my wet pussy. He licked and sucked me until I was almost there and then he lay on top of me so the back of his cock pressed into my clit. He slid up and down holding most of his weight off me. My clit was going mad from the slippery abuse. I came so hard and was so tender I grasped his hips to make him stop. As I recovered, Jim smiled at me. I could imagine the love he had for Fran and how it probably took a year for the moss to recover after they used it.




Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 02



In the middle of the thigh deep water as we crossed along the top of the waterfall, a painted rock read, "Let's wash each other with our hands and tongues."

On the other side was a big log. A sign read, "Doggie. Make me feel it deep. Make me cum, but not you." 

Jim maneuvered me away from the next spot and I pulled him back. There was a little mound in the moss. He couldn't face the sign or read it to me, so I read it to him, "Take me. Cum in me. Leave our baby in me." He knew I wanted children. My puzzled look at the strange spot urged him to explain. His voice cracked several times. "We finally discovered Fran could not have children. Before that, this was her idea, from some woman's magazine. Gently he took my upper arms and laid me back so my hips were raised above my body. There was a big rock on either side for my boots to rest on but I was spread wide. I could feel my pussy gape slightly and cool air go inside me. He was struggling mightily. He knelt between my legs, touched the head of his cock to my opening. He pushed so just the broad head entered me. I cried out. I had not been opened that wide. My cry brought his mind back to the present; he pulled out of me and said, "Two more stops, then I get you into the water and can explore your beautiful body." As he pulled me up, his voice cracked again as he explained, "The upside down thing was to keep my cum in her until her egg was bathed in semen. For three years, she took her temperature to know the exact times she would be fertile and the most receptive." She cried most of a year when she found out she was infertile. This stop took the fun out of him. His cock softened.

When we got back to the blanket, his eyes sparkled and he was full of fun. "Take your boots off." As soon as I did, he grabbed me, kissed me deep. He snatched me into his arms and walked until he was chest deep in the water with me floating, face up in his hands. One hand held my ass and a finger pushed into that hole. That was new; I started to object, "He said spread your legs." He maneuvered my body so the thinnest waterfall stream, splashed hard between my legs. It almost hurt but he held me there. The finger in my ass kept the water from making me float away from the impact. I was hot, a little tired and the splattering water was hitting him directly in the face off my pussy. It would have been funny but my clit had decided this was a good thing. Uncle Jim kept me moving ever so slightly. That made me get close and then have to start over. I started to cum and closed my legs. His hand under my shoulders grasped my hair, "Spread your legs and keep them spread. It will get so tender you will hurt some. Endure the pain for me as the water drives inside you and pounds your clit."

It did hurt. I could feel the water flooding inside to inflate my belly and wash my womb. There was no slow, warm, sensitive build up. My arms had to reach over my head and grasp his hair to keep them from protecting myself. For the first time in my life, I was suffering real pain. For the first time in my life, I had an orgasm from pain. For the first time in my life I screamed and fainted.

I awoke, lying on the flat rock in the middle of the pond. Jim was keeping the rock wet so it would not get too hot for me. When my eyes fluttered to see in the sun, he asked, "May I kiss you?" My moan was a "Yes." His first kiss was with him bending over the top of my head; it was my first upside down French kiss. After long minutes of loving my face, my eyes, my neck, my ears and even just inside my nose with the tip of his tongue, he moved down. His cock nestled against my cheek and neck but I forgot about it when his lips closed over my right nipple. He was happy for at least ten minutes, licking, kissing and nursing. I moved his head to the other nipple and felt that I had lost something.

After equal time, he started to kiss his way back up toward my face. I expected another strange feeling French kiss. Instead, he pulled my hands above my head. Usually, I'm ticklish but his cock bobbed while he kissed and sucked each of my armpits. This was the most sensuous touch I had ever felt. He knew and kept sucking with his mouth wide open while a long arm reached down my body to open my abused pussy and began to tease in the slippery wetness that was now there.

I guess, I was finally wet enough for him. He rubbed water over my hot skin and moved slowly around the rock. I didn't think; my body raised, my legs and knees spread wide hoping he was going there. I thought I would be too sensitive after the water beating I had taken. But it was exactly the opposite. His gentle kisses and licks were not rough enough. I used my right hand to pull his head tighter into me. As I pulled, he pushed two fingers directly onto my g-spot and pressed. I would give the rest of my lifetime to feel again what his lips and fingers did to me over the next half hour. I came lightly once and then twice. A finger wiggled up my ass and he directly sucked my clit like it was another nipple. The fingers inside me rubbed in pressing circles. My mind deserted me. I started to cum. Jim was instantly still, "Not yet Millie. Wait for my permission. For an eternity, my body cramped, tried to cum but he would stop. I had more ripples through me, cramping my thighs, making it hard to breath and tightening my belly harder and harder to please him. My entire body began to shake and tremble and I heard, "Cum for me now, Millie. Push, cum hard."

I squirted, I actually squirted. I shot out of my pussy. It hit Jim in the face and he moved away for a split second. My cum arched over his head like a water fountain. His lips were back drinking directly from my womb. My cervix had pushed forward. I could feel him spreading me, licking it and I think sucking it. I could not breathe, only tremble and feel shooting cramps in my body. Again my body came in a squirt and then again. Uncle Jim drank it all. I did not pass out but I was totally exhausted, drained, satisfied and knew I was a complete, happy and surprised female.

As glued to Millie's story as the sisters and mom were, they all looked at Ellen when she moaned in complete release. Her head was on the table. Both of her hands were crammed painfully into her pants and she was cuming over and over. Her pants were soaked and liquid dripped from the wire meshed seat onto the floor. Mom wiped the floor and all of them blocked the restaurant's view and protected her. All of them were wet and envied their youngest member. They did not know she had her Uncle's fetish and was mentally totally with him and Millie, in the water, drinking from Millie's spurting pussy.

Millie continued, "Uncle Jim, washed me with his hands with the most tender touches I have ever felt. I felt like a priceless, fragile treasure that he was afraid to even be touching. I was limp when he lifted me and carried me to the blanket, got me something to drink and eventually got me to sit up and eat a sandwich. He was doing something else when I rambled in the picnic basket. On the bottom was a note. It was in Fran's handwriting, "Take me anyway you want. Any hole you want. Any roughness you want. Just cum in me so deep I can taste you. Your cum will surround my heart so we will never have any doubt about each other's love."

He saw the note in my hand and looked surprised. I guess he thought he had removed it. I put it back into the basket and then spread my body on the blanket with my legs splayed for him and my arms reaching for him. Except for one momentary slip at Fran's hopeful spot to get pregnant, Uncle Jim had always asked permission for any new step. This time he did not. Deep in his brain he knew I was not very experienced and had not been with a man his size. But he was not going to make love with me. He was going to make love with Fran. As a kid, I had thought how silly it was when people said Fran would cry out in orgasm after orgasm. He slid into me smoothly but he tore his way in. It hurt and I groaned against his shoulder and said, "Deeper and harder. Make me cum until I scream." I was pretending to be Fran. And God did it work. I was free to be wild, loud and uninhibited. Uncle Jim fucked me through three screaming climaxes and we rested with his weight on me and his cock dancing in my belly. He had not cum. As my breath came back, as Fran, I challenged him, "You didn't cum so hard and deep in me that I can taste you in my throat." He's big, but I had taken him and climaxed on his cock three times, still I was not ready for the violent, mad fucking he gave me. He was not Uncle Jim, he was Fran's husband, her stud, the only man she would ever know and the only man she would ever need or dream about. I was not excited or with him. I was surprised and trying to survive. Yet, he forced me to have two more orgasms. Pubic bone bruising, cervix distorting and belly filling orgasms that I did not expect and will always remember because no man has ever used such power driving into me. I think, I did taste his cum when he arched and growled like a bear with a twisted face and collapsed on top of me. It's the only time he ever went to sleep directly after having sex with me. He always kissed and played for a few minutes or even longer. But he had sex with Fran. It was the best part I ever played.

We had a rather quiet drive home and a quiet evening. When he carried me to the guest room, he asked, "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" I answered, "Maybe tomorrow night."

As he tucked me in his voice was more sincere than I have ever heard it, "I know the gift you gave me today. I will love you forever for that gift. Thank you."

About eight the next morning, I was still in bed when nude except for cowboy boots, sitting on a horse he tapped on my window. I was so sore, I could hardly move but I got the window open. "Come on," he said and reached to pull me through the window. I had no choice even though I objected. He had some foam for me to sit on while straddling the horse, facing him. He wrapped my nude body in a rough blanket. "It's Sunday. All the help is off. We have to check the perimeter fence."

My pussy and belly bouncing against his soft cock, quickly made him hard and me wet. I hurt but when he lifted me, I guided him into me and loved the elegant smooth slide down his shaft. Inside, I was still full of his cum from yesterday. I was surprised how my body welcomed him and how easily I took his thickness and length. The foam protected my sorest spots but every move the horse made raked Jim's cock over my clit. He whispered, "Make sure you keep our juices on your clit so it doesn't get dry and chafed." He had done this before. In a few more steps the horse went a little faster and I didn't care if he had done this with every woman in the state. Now was my turn. For an hour and fifteen minutes we rode, never finding a fence problem. Three times, he waved to people heading to church. I had cum so many times I lost count; I didn't care about the people; once I was cuming hard when he was waving. I was totally drained, when we returned home. He had to carry me. He put me back to bed. I woke up at four in the afternoon.

After dinner, he held me and told me wonderful stories about before I was born and my dad, who I seldom saw but had made into a god in my mind. I think he built up my dad because that is what I wanted. I was so tired I fell asleep in his arms on the couch listening to his loving voice. He was still holding me when I awoke, needing to pee and really starving.

Again Uncle Jim shocked me. He followed me into the bathroom and stood there while I pulled my pants down and blushed. He knelt, touched my clit, whispered, "Pee for me," and closed his lips over mine. For a second I worried about morning breath. But kissing so deeply would have solved that quickly as his mouth became mine and mine became his. I peed. His fingers played in it. He said, "Stop." It was difficult but I did. He touched his wet fingers to my lips and kissed me, licking at his fingers. I did it too. Again, he had me pee and stop. Again, I tasted my own pee through his fingers, on his tongue and in his mouth. One more time and I was finished. He had me stand, put a leg on the tub's ledge and he licked my pussy clean. Then he left me standing there, saying he had to go wash up and start breakfast.

All that day, we talked off and on, while he did work in his office and my destroyed pussy recovered. It was so tender and swollen it was fun to touch and I smiled because I knew how it got that way. That evening when Uncle Jim went in to take a shower, I followed him into the bathroom, "I want to write my name on the wall." He just smiled and held the curtain back for me. I was still dressed. Still I stepped in and was immediately wet under the shower spray. "Go ahead," he said.

"What, in the shower?"

"Don't tell me you get out of the shower to pee."

I giggled, grasped his cock and wrote my name on the white tiled wall while the shower tried to wash it off. I could feel the warm slightly yellow liquid run over my toes. He pushed the shower head to one side and I was immediately cold in my thin wet blouse. "Kneel," he ordered. I did and he started to pee again. This time onto my neck and the warm rivulets ran down my chest into my bra and warmed my nipples. I was so shocked, I was stark still. When he finished he lifted me, knelt in front of me and said, "Your turn." For some reason, I got nude from the waist down, straddled his chest and let fly. I laughed and peed. Twice while I did, he leaned down and sipped directly from my tiny opening.

Later, I wanted to talk about what had happened in the shower, Jim didn't. He just made a statement for my eighteen year old mind to consider and later take into my marriage. "Whatever a couple does in private to be silly, have fun, tease or try to please the other is fine. It is not for anyone to know or judge. Some silly things like today might happen only once in a lifetime. Have fun with your body and your guy's body and give him complete freedom to enjoy yours too. Always take risks, endure some pain and give everything."

The next night, Jim sat me on a butt plug and fucked me. I was unbelievably tight. He licked me to several really wet orgasms but I did not squirt. I think he was sad about that. For the first time from start to finish I wanted to suck him off. He sat where I asked, put a leg over each chair arm and let me have total freedom and access to his nude body. I twisted his nipples, pulled his hair and licked him for a while. I even licked his ass and tried to push my tongue up him. He liked the touches but I moved on. With no distractions, I went to sucking his cock. He reached down and showed me a trick or two. Where to flick my tongue; when and how hard to squeeze his balls; he let me touch his prostate and told me about it and how to milk it, he showed me how to twist my hands in opposite directions around the ridge of his cock to cause pleasurable pain and he showed me how to use my hand as an extension of my mouth to hasten him along if my mouth was getting tired. As his body tensed, almost ready to cum, he strained out, "Maybe someday you will jack me off with those pretty feet of yours."

I was thinking about that when he said, "Now, Millie." Without other distractions and the madness, I could concentrate on tasting him. He's smooth, salty and I could get used to a steady diet of sucking him off. All her sisters knew she is married now, yet, they knew she meant exactly what she said and that it was as true for today as it was twenty years ago when she was eighteen.

We worked hard outside, in the sun the next morning, my last day with Uncle Jim. Mom was picking me up about seven that night. About two, all the gear was put up and the horses were groomed. He held his hand out, I took it and he said, "Come on," heading for a group of trees that now grew up around the base of an old, still turning windmill. He pulled me through a nearly invisible slit between bushes. He was pure aggressive passion. I let him use me. It took me a while to catch up. His tongue ravaged my mouth and his lips sucked mine. The more he kissed and licked my salty skin the wilder he got. He literally ripped my top off and broke my bra. His hands were about to touch my breasts. I gasped, hoping I could protect them. I thought, "Driven like he is now, all that roughness, he will hurt me." His touch to my breasts was gentle but his power continued; he removed my boots and stripped my pants off me. I was dirty and needed a bath. He stuck two fingers up my cunt and then sucked them. His eyes were even wilder. I was actually afraid of him. He stripped, grasped his cock and jacked it off furiously while pushing me down onto my knees. I thought he wanted a blow job. Instead he looked at me like an animal might look at its prey. He groaned, "Hold them out for me." I guessed, he meant my breasts because as soon as I had them supported, his cum shot out lacing across my neck and down my right breast. I was surprised, shocked and turned on. I had never seen a man shoot before. He gave my breasts all he had and then pulled the last drop from his shaft and painted my lips with it.

I had never imagined a man would do what he did next. He dropped to his knees, sucked up a long rope of his cum and crushed his lips into mine forcing me to share his ball of cum with him. We passed it back and forth. My dry mouth watered and filled with his taste. My fingers were rubbing my clit. He swallowed but sucked up just as much as before and gave it to me. We played with it even longer when he pulled back and waited. I swallowed. We played this way on my salty sweat covered skin until I came on my fingers and there was no more cum on my breast. Like he had found treasure, he pulled my dripping, unwashed fingers to our mouths and we kissed through them. Some sanity returned. He put my hat back on my head and his on his head. He swung his hand out like he was opening a door and guiding a lady into the finest restaurant. There, just to the right of the windmill was a large old narrow, deep galvanized oval trough filled with crystal clear cool fresh water, pumped by the windmill. I stepped in and he stepped into the other side facing me. For hours we talked and his toes tickled between my legs and mine played with his cock and balls.

It truly was getting late when he pulled me to sit down on his rock hard cock, facing away from him. I began to rock and the tub's water began to slosh. "See if you can fuck me slow, use your fingers on your clit and use your insides on me so the water barely moves." It took an hour but I learned and came hard with my toes curled and cramped and my belly so tight I felt it suck water up into my womb. Jim let me finish and then I felt him jerk and dance inside me. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered, "I would love to make you pregnant and watch your belly swell with our child." He grasped me tightly with his left hand and used his right to put my right on my belly where the end of his cock was. I could feel it move. A horribly strained sound came from him and I knew he was pumping his cum into me. I was only eighteen, had plans for college and a career but for that moment, I wished I were not on the pill.

Ellen got up first. Her pants were soaked. She didn't say goodbye, she said, "I have to get home and I need to get there fast." She was still staying with Uncle Jim.



Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 03



Ellen's room at her mother's house was finally ready after Ellen had been with Uncle Jim for four weeks, not the two that had been planned. Ellen stayed another two weeks and then came to stay with her mom. She hadn't found a job yet, so she often was there when one of Mary's sisters visited for just a few minutes on the way home from shopping or work. Ellen started hinting about some of what Uncle Jim was like with her. She was fishing to see if her mom or her mom's sisters would open up some. She already had discovered that every one of the family's women had been with Uncle Jim. 

Mary had volunteered to make a hundred and twenty cup cakes for a fourth and fifth grade party. The sisters all gathered at grandma's massive country kitchen to help and Ellen kept tagging along. Since none of the sisters or her grandmother was forthcoming, she kept telling naughty things about her time with Uncle Jim. 

Grandma finally got things moving in a more open vein, "If you invite Ellen to join your every other week get-togethers, she won't have anything to tell if she keeps telling us about her time with Jim. Are you going to tell her she was set up?"

Ellen looked puzzled, "What get-togethers? What do you mean set-up?"

Mary turned red and was very reluctant to continue. Finally, she got everyone around the big white enameled picnic table that many years ago served as a meal table for the hired hands on the screened in back porch. "Ellen, we sisters get together every two weeks over lunch to catch up on each others' lives, we are all hoping you will want to join us and become a part of the group as if you are a generation older and our sister. Sounds like you could spice up our conversations."

"That sounds like a lot of fun; I would love to do that."

Millie jumped in, "We have to tell her the entire story, even if she hates us; Ellen you can hate me first, I'm the one who thought of it." Grandma and Mandy both nodded in agreement.

Ellen stared at her mom for answers. Mary started, "Over three months ago, I voiced that I was concerned about you living with me because you were such a vocal militant feminist. I was afraid that my younger kids would pick up on your man hating rhetoric. Millie remembered a game of Truth or Dare we played when she just turned eighteen. The game resulted in all three of us promising to spend a week with Uncle Jim. We set you up to spend a week with him the same way we did. We had no idea what would happen but all of us have had sex with him and we all admit how much we enjoyed our time with him twenty years ago."

"Well I'll be damned; my mom set me up to be seduced by my Great Uncle Jim?" 

"Did he do all the seducing?"

Ellen blushed and said, "Probably not half of it, after I found out what he could do with my body."

After the accepting laughter there was no anger at all, Mandy added, "We also thought it would be a fun thing for each of us to take a luncheon and tell the others about our time with Uncle Jim. You are already into telling us all about your stay with him. Keep going, you've got us all interested and could get us so turned on we would want to go home and fuck our husbands, but you have to quit being vague about all the details."

Ellen did not help with the cupcakes, but for the next three hours, she gave graphic details to the three sisters and grandma. All wiggled some to get relief from their tingling crotches. The kitchen smelled of wonderful iced cupcakes and aroused women. Finally, Ellen ended her stories by adding, "You will all probably have similar stories and we'll get tired of hearing his same old techniques."

Grandma disagreed, "I haven't decided to be part of these biweekly porno confessions but I've known Jim a lot longer than all of you. Do you know he writes porn? Do you know his wife liked to be tied up, treated rough and have her climaxes denied? Do you know she liked some pain, so he knows a lot about teasing with it, until you cannot tell the difference between pain and pleasure? Do you know he'll drink your pee, suck your breast milk and can find a way to make any female beg? Do you know he has a large collection of every kind of sex toy and restraint? I bet none of you will have the same stories?"

Ellen knew a few of those things but all the other new information had taken her breath away. Her Aunts and mother were not breathing either. Her mom's hands were busy in her lap and she had a dark, wet stain between the legs of her slacks and her eyes hinted of some hidden dark secret. Mary's voice was raspy, "Let's box up these cupcakes. I'll tell my story next week. Yes, mom, I know about the whips and restraints. I'll start my story about that, if you finally agree to join our group, at least to listen to my and then Mandy's confessions."

The lunch crowd had dissipated at the café. The owner and the manager were getting used to having the sisters gather for lots of wine and occasionally a small salad or two. Today was somewhat a surprise; the usual three person table was too small, there were five.

Conversation was lively while the first and half of the second glass of wine went down and the sisters caught up on school, thrift stores and local gossip. Everyone seemed to turn to Mary all at once. Mary was, at first embarrassed because her daughter was just to her right; then, there was a surge of sexual energy in her, she wanted to tell her daughter about her younger days and that she was still hot, horny and very sexual. She wanted someone other than Uncle Jim to know the secret she held inside.

Mary started, "My first encounter with Uncle Jim was three years before Millie's Truth or Dare game. It was early in the summer; I had just graduated, was bored and under mom's feet all day. Uncle Jim came over for dinner one night. (As an aside, Mary leaned toward the center of the table and whispered, "I don't think he went home that night. We didn't have a guest room. He didn't sleep on the couch and mom was smiling in the morning.") Over dinner, Uncle Jim said, he had plenty of work, if I wanted to work for him for $5.00 an hour, off book. That was good money back then. I jumped at it and started four days later on a Monday.

He took it easy on me for the first week. I worked inside the house. I found his porn stories. I had never imagined some of the things he wrote for Fran but she had requested most of his fantasies. I rubbed my clit raw that week. Uncle Jim could not understand why I had not gotten more done for my $5.00/hour.

Come the next Monday, he had me work with him in the barn. God it was hot. By early afternoon, most of the stalls were spotless and had new straw. I was sweating like a pig and down to my high cut jean shorts and a halter top. Toe to toe, in bare feet, I am almost as tall as Uncle Jim. Back then my large C cup breasts and my wide baby bearing hips flared out from a tiny waist. My face and body glistened with sweat and I had been blatantly teasing him by showing him my ass and sweat drenched pussy. I guess I thought it was safe to tease with my uncle. 

I was between him and a fence dividing two stalls when I got my feet tangled in the hay and fell backwards. His sweat drenched, shirtless body caught me. His hands landed atop mine when he drove me against the fence's rails to keep both of us falling. His chest drove my tube top covered breasts into and then between the slats and his face buried into my hair and neck. I had only been with two boys. This was no boy. His breath, his strength, his confidence, his hardening cock pressing into my ass and the tongue that licked the sweat from my neck attested to that. The entire fall and recovery lasted just seconds, but my pussy throbbed, leaked and tingled.

"Mary, are you all right? Did you get hurt?" He was nervous because of his body's reaction to me but he was more worried about me being hurt.

We worked for another couple of hours. Several times we took water breaks; he held the hose over his head and let the water drench every inch of his body before he drank. I did the same and watched him drip dry and his tight jeans mold around his cock. It was beautiful and I thought I could see it throb. 

After the second water break, I had to admit my eighteen year old body wanted my forty year old uncle. Mercilessly, I flaunted my ass and thrust out my breasts for him. I enjoyed his discomfort. He would turn away and I would move in front of him so he had to look at me. God it was hot in that barn. 

He moved away to work in the tack room, I came up behind him and my hips pressed forward to grind into his tight ass, I asked, "What are you doing in here?" He was holding a thin, short rope with a loop on both ends. My last word did not pass my lips before he slipped one noose around my crossed hands and onto my wrist. It was so fast I wasn't shocked and didn't have time to think. He lifted me and hooked the other noose over a hook about seven feet off the ground.

My feet touched the ground but I was stretched tight with my arms over my head. One breast was almost out of my top. Its nipple was longer and more swollen than ever before - even longer than when I let Billy Owen suck it for an hour.

Those green eyes of his were wild, deep, dangerous and were obviously intent on teaching me a lesson. I was surprised; my body actually ached for his power over me. Gently he reached up, rubbed my nipple, twisted it and stuffed it back into my tube top. His fingers trailed down my taunt body; I tried to twist away. He wedged one of his thighs between my legs to keep me facing toward him. His hot strong rough hand trailed down my skin and he fingered and thrust into my belly button. The implication of fucking me was unmistakable.

His voice was firm and not playful, "You have been teasing me all day. You're all grown up and beautiful but I am not a young boy. Always know what you are playing with."

He knelt, reached up and each of his hands went to the front bottom edge of a leg of my Daisy Dukes. His fingers slid up under the short legs and under my panties from each side. They slipped across my wet lips curled and nestled just inside me. They pulled stretching me open.

"Have you had a cock inside you? Did it please you and make you cum? Did it make you scream and pass out in pleasure?"

My heart raced; his fingers were heaven; one from each hand rubbed each side of my wet trapped clit; my eyelids closed, then his hands left me. When I opened them, something dangled down his right side. It had many strips of leather. He took one step to the left. The wind whistled and nine lashes laced across my bare belly. It did not hurt. It startled me and stung. I watched as his hand swept over his head and down. The lashes felt like bee stings on my left ass cheek. I was going to cry out but his hand smoothly swept over our heads in the opposite direction and my right ass cheek was stinging to balance the left. 

The feeling was shocking and exciting, I could not open my eyes but I felt him pull down my tube top and his lips close over my right nipple. His mouth licked, kissed, and sucked all at the same time. That pleasure far exceeded my stinging ass. Even with his lips locked onto my nipple, I felt the wind from the lashes and then the sting of them wrapping around my body and biting into my back. His lips moved to my other nipple. I was going to say how wonderful that felt, when that familiar wind circled and lashed my back from the other side. My pussy was now a cunt (all the women cringed). It was flowing. I did not care by whom or by what, I wanted to be fucked.

Instead, he lifted me from the hook and spread me back onto a narrow three foot tall bench. He hooked my hands over my head and tightened loops over my ankles. I was going to scream but his lips closed over mine and sucked the air out of my lungs. I gave him my tongue and I could feel his appreciative mouth tasting me and saying "Thank You." For long dizzying minutes, he licked the saltiness from my neck and kissed me everywhere from my breasts up. 

He bunched my top around my waist during our kiss. The hot air was cool on my even hotter sweaty skin. I knew he opened the top of my shorts and un-buttoned their fly; originally they were 501 jeans. I was still protected. I had my juice soaked, sweaty panties on and my shorts clinging tightly to my spread thighs; they would never slip off with my legs spread and tied.

He twisted a nipple slightly as he stepped past me. Then ice cold steal touched my belly. I heard the blades scrape. I knew them. They were razor sharp hand shears for sheep. One false move and he could open me up better than any surgeon could. Each leg of my shorts opened. Another snip and I felt my tube top lose its tightness. I still felt covered. 

That feeling lasted seconds as he yanked the strips of cloth from under me, touched me where he wanted because he could and his lips closed over my clit and sucked. That was my first oral touch. My frightened, turned on, sweaty and on edge body exploded into his mouth and I screamed. I came and kept on coming. I couldn't stop and was near passing out. I would be coming now, if his lips had not lifted from me.

He untied me, picked me up and carried me into his air conditioned home, into his master bath and bathed me like a queen. I was only half awake but I remember every touch. I remember his fingers inside me and me thrusting for more of them. I remember him spreading me and licking my ass hole. I remember a million deep French kisses laden with the taste of him and I remember him carrying me to a bed, kissing each of my breasts and then turning out the light, before he left. I awoke to the smell of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee. It was light outside. He had left a pair of Fran's shorts and one of his t-shirts for me. My shoes were still in the tack room.

After a big totally quiet breakfast, again he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the tack room. He knelt and put my shoes on me and trailed his hands up my calves, across the inside of my knees; my thighs were spread wide; his hand burned into my flesh just below my pussy. The door closed by its on uneven weight. It was pitch dark and stifling. His arms hugged me; his hands possessed my ass cheeks and the back of my head. He rolled my head for his pleasure, used my mouth and sucked wetness from my tongue. 

His voice was so beautiful and threatening, "Yesterday, you drove me to want you more than life. I was near taking you, regardless of the cost. Challenge me again, and, my place or not, I'll show you where pain and pleasure merge; together we'll teach your body how to fly."

When I got home, mom took one look at me and said, "You teased your Uncle Jim, didn't you?"

I nodded. I never spent a day with Uncle Jim again until after Millie's Truth or Dare game three years later. I waited three weeks, building my courage. I went to him in the cool of the evening. Standing in front of his fireplace, when my eyes met his, it was like we had our encounter yesterday. I was already wet. He said, "A few weeks ago your sister Millie came to me. Are you visiting me for a week now?"

I nodded.

"You are not like your sisters or your mother. How much do you want to know about yourself?"

My answer made sense to me, "I want to get married, have children, be happy and have a normal life."

"Fran and I wanted that. I would give anything for a son or a daughter but we were meant to share something wilder and more difficult to explain. I still want a son or a daughter. Would you like to risk a glimpse of where Fran and I went once in a while? A place where your body is praying really exists?"

I knew he saw something in me that I did not understand. He smiled and slowly, way, way too slowly, he undressed me in front of the fire. I had prepared for him. I was clean, smelled of expensive soap and had on my finest, sexiest underwear. I was older then. At twenty-one, I was three more years older, I had added a few more men to my experiences. I had felt control over the males I had been with but I trembled in front of my Uncle Jim. Somehow, he commanded me, he owned me and he knew what my body and my soul needed to be complete.

His words were sad, distant and longing for Fran, "I can show you, if you can trust me enough. Can you forget being in control, be free and embrace pure physical pleasure?"

I was quiet. He knew I had no insight to answer those questions.

"The night I held Fran and she died in my arms. I looked at her. She smiled at me and weakly said, "You have already shown me heaven. I'm sorry you have not seen it. There is no pain there. I will be there spread for you. Come to me someday through the spirals. Then, I will be your guide. Do you trust me?"

I had asked her that last question a hundred times. Never had she asked me. I said, "Yes," to the lifeless body in my arms and have always dreamed of her spread nude and wet, waiting for me."

Mary's pause was so long, everyone thought her story was over for today but she had to complete her confession. She was deciding how much to risk. Jim's words ringing in her mind, answered for her. Her eyes were not in the café. They weren't focused when she started again, "I married a wonderful man. He gave me Ellen. We had good sex. He made me cum with his hands and mouth. We slept wrapped, satisfied around each other; we worked hard and had a good marriage. I could have been content. I would have stayed with him forever but he died. 

Every day, since I was twenty-one, my time with Uncle Jim is with me in fleeting thoughts. His knowledge and control of my body haunts me. I don't understand. I don't care to understand, I want to give to him and risk continuing the trip he started me on -- a trip into unknown exciting spirals that can only be reached through trust. I'm sure the trip will include all types of wonderful sex but then, for me, will take a step into mixing pain, pleasure, risks and letting the fear out of my body. I know he will protect me and knows where he will be taking me."

Tears rolled down Mary's face. "I'm married again to another good man, but I fight hard against what I feel sexually. Someday, I will go to Uncle Jim, trust him and ask him to guide me a little farther."

Mary's sisters, her mother and her daughter could not believe what Mary was saying. They did not understand. Mary knew she had to confess what Uncle Jim had awaken in her, things that were deviant and had to be denied every day to keep them at bay, bliss that he had guided her to touch for brief seconds, but bliss that was so great she often thought of risking everything to touch it again. It was infinitely more that what she had experienced in her two marriages.

"For that first night, Uncle Jim made love with me on the floor for two hours. We slept and did it again. Every inch of us was covered with the other. His cock explored in me from twenty positions and he rolled me on top and let me find more parts to explore. He did not lead that night. He did not follow that night. We were equals. I struggled to get through super sensitive times to continue until he could cum deep in me. 

I felt I was good for him. I watched him fight and twist and pull out to regain control so I could go on and on. I discovered I can tie climaxes together and can ride a wave through sensitivity into another even better release. When he asked me to straddle his face and cum in his mouth, I came harder than ever before because I was giving him what he had asked from me. After I did that, he could not hug, kiss or love me enough.

At the kitchen table the next morning, after a quiet breakfast, he talked to me, "Mary since you were thirteen you have had to be in control, work, be responsible, delay your fun and help the rest of the family. You worry about forgetting things, causing a problem and maintaining order so everyone else's life stays together. First I want you to know I have no expectations and am not demanding anything from you. 




Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 03



"You can stop anything at any moment. When you were in the first grade you learned the alphabet. The teachers would tell you something that started with and stood for each letter. What did your teacher want you to say when she asked "A is for ........"

Mary played along but had no idea where this was going, "A is for apple."

"That is your safe word, if at any moment you want to stop anything we are doing, say, "Apple." All will stop. Just be reluctant to say that word too quickly, endure, struggle through, your body will reward you for such sacrifice. Think all day today and decide if you would like to explore a different avenue of your nature. If you do, bathe without soap for me before dinner. Tell me then that you are ready to try. I will never truly hurt you or mark you. At some point, I hope you will totally trust me. I'll tell you more tonight, if you decide to come to me."

Jim worked elsewhere that day. I did not see him. He did not want any questions from me. He wanted me to think and decide what I could risk and how much control I could let go of. I always maintained control of myself; it is who I am. Yet, Uncle Jim was saying I had to let it go and only then could he show me my special pleasure. It was a hard, hard decision but eventually, I wanted to know about the often hollow incompleteness I felt after having climaxes with my dates.

During dinner, I told Uncle Jim I wanted to try but was very nervous and afraid. He was ready for my concerns, "Do you remember our play in the barn three years ago?"

I nodded.

"Nothing will happen that is more physical than that tonight. I will probably make love to you and worship your beautiful body. I'm going to strip you and tie you to a bed. I will explain each step, it will not be as easy for you as it sounds but you know your safe word. If tomorrow and the next day you want to try again, what we do will escalate. If you can do what I ask of you, you will understand a lot about your needs by the end of our week and I'll be so infinitely proud of you and your courage." 

That evening, he led me to a massive hidden third floor. He warned me not to be frightened by what I might see. He asked if I remembered how far we would go that night. He asked if I trusted him and if I knew he would never hurt me, only guide me to where my body asked him to take it.

How simple the first steps sound. He was all dressed in black. His boots were heavy and I could feel him approach me by feeling the vibrations in the floor. He held my nude body and we French kissed for long minutes. His hands roamed very gently and knowingly over every nude inch of me as we kissed. My skin felt alive; I was afraid. My nipples were tingling and my pussy yearned to be open and rubbed more than he had done. My ass wanted to be grabbed and squeezed hard but he had only caressed it gently and trailed a finger between my cheeks and finger nail across my ass hole. 

I could barely hear his voice, when he turned from me. The lights were already set so only the bed was in a dim spot light. The rest of the room was only shadows. "Will you let me lay you on your back and tie your beautiful body to the bed?"

My throat was not dry, yet my vocal cords could barely say, "Yes."

He was so very gentle. His eyes were kind and his smile reassuring. The bed was not near any wall. The sheet was crisp, clean and cool as he helped me lie back and fluffed a pillow for my head. His fingers trailed down my neck across my breast, down my side, over my ovary, past my pussy and firmly down the inside of my thigh, on down to grasp my right ankle. He reached under the bed and pulled out a chain tethered leather cuff and buckled it firmly around my ankle. My heart began to beat harder but I felt the soft fur inside the cuff, there to protect me.

He went back to my head, knelt kissed me and followed the exact trail on my other side to cuff my other ankle. My heart beat harder. I was splayed wide corner to corner on a Queen sized bed. I could feel the lips of my pussy open. Strangely, so early in our play, he asked me, "Are you alright? Do you want to continue?"

"Yes, I want to keep going."

His smile said he was proud of me. "I am going to put a little collar around your neck." He showed it to me. It had rings on it, was padded, jangled some, and buckled like my anklets did. "It is to remind you that you are doing this for me and can tell me at any time that you do not want to do any more for me."

I was still thinking about his words as he cuffed first my left wrist, kissed me again and cuffed my right wrist. He kissed me again, hooked a heavy chain to my collar and draped its two lengths to rest, heavily, harmlessly and cold down my hot body onto my now throbbing, frightened pussy.

He shocked me. I never expected anything like what he did next. He stepped away from the bed, dimmed the spot to almost off and said, "Be very still and quiet. Listen to your heart beat and your breaths."

The silence was deafening. Seldom had I been in total silence. My heart beat more loudly. It was the only noise I heard except the far away slow background of my own breathing. It seemed for hours upon hours I dealt with my out of control thoughts, racing from fear, to fear; racing from care to care. I did not want to disappoint my Uncle, but alone, I could not stop my raging thoughts.

His voice came from far away. It challenged me, "Mary, you have not realized how helpless you are. Struggle as hard as you want against your bindings. Fight them. Prove me wrong. Prove you are in control. I will protect you."

At first I tugged at my right hand. The chains rattled on the cuff and moved around my neck and belly. When I couldn't pull free, I felt a sense of panic and pulled at my left and then both hands at the same time. I tried to pull my legs free and then tried to pull everything at once. I felt more panic and really tried hard, struggling to get free. My mind said, "I'm spread wide and tight, he can do anything to me and I cannot do a thing to stop him." More panic. I struggled against my unyielding bindings so much I began to sweat and some rolled down into my eyes and burned. 

More panic set in and now I really fought. My mind screamed, "I can never trust anyone who would do this to me." I tried to remember my safe word but couldn't. The dangling chains between my legs seemed to open my pussy's lips and their harsh, heavy coldness let me know no part of me was safe. I was getting tired but I could now feel the pain in my chest pounding and hear the chains on my bindings rattle.

As I tried to catch my breath and come to grips with truly being helpless, Uncle Jim's voice talked to me, "Your wonderful body struggling is beautiful; it is struggling so, I want to come release you. It hurts to feel your panic. Do you want to know more about your needs? Do you want to go on? Do you still want to please me?"

His soothing voice had my heart beating almost back to normal. I still had a lot of fear but I said, "I want to go on."

"Remember your safe word?"

Oddly, of course, now I remembered my safe word. His question was almost an insult, then I remembered, in my panic filled struggles to get free, I would have called it out, if I could have remembered it.

With gentleness, he knelt behind me, put a blindfold on me and talked, "You have a wonderful mind that is always in control. It will make sex creative and good for your future lovers. But for you, your body needs to be released from thoughts of what you must do for others. Give control of your body away, let it be greedy and then sex can be more than you have ever imagined. You have to turn your thoughts off. Your body is smart too; let it lead. Don't be afraid. I am here to protect you. Even if just for this one night, risk letting your body lead. Remember the little whip from three years ago?"

Oh, did I remember that whip. My pussy gushed at that moment. I had thought of it often. I wanted to feel it again.

Uncle Jim laid the lashes across my breasts and up across my face. I could smell the rich, clean leather. My hips rolled and my legs flared. The heavy chain nestled against my clit. The thongs lifted, I could feel them being twirled like a Ferris wheel over my belly. The breeze felt good on my sweat drenched skin. Some thongs had little tassels and as he lowered the slowly rotating whip, those flicked across my skin. They explored up between my breasts, turned and then slapped my neck and shoulders. 

It was strangely erotic because I knew the whip could be swung faster and lowered so they would sting like bees. They had done that in the barn, three years ago. In slightly varying intensities, the thongs, played around my nipples, along my arms, down my sides and thighs. They stung the bottoms of my feet and tickled my toes and knees. They kissed my belly button and then stung into my right side and then my left. I moaned. 

My body did not pull away from the painl; it thrust; my legs opened slightly and my ass lifted; the chain curled down and went under my ass, parting my pussy's lips even more. When I lowered my hips the chain pulled tight. I moaned. 

The tassels now teasingly stung my hips, first one and then the other, back and forth. My hips rolled from side to side to escape the sting and that rocked the chain back and forth over my clit spreading my pussy's lips wider and trapping my clit between the chain's heavy rolling rings. I forgot the stings and felt my juices run down the chain.

The many thongs spun faster, the tassels slapped loudly, explored my belly, inside my thighs and began to work up. My skin was becoming numb to them when a slightly harder twirl had them bite into the side of my right breast and a couple stung into my nipple. I cried out but the whip had moved on to lightly whip at my other side. My mind thought, surely that was a mistake and he would not hurt me like that again. But he did, the thongs bit into my left breast. I did not cry out as much.

Uncle Jim's voice, was soft and pleasant, "You endured that for me. Thank you. I am enjoying and getting excited by watching your body move and learn to enjoy a little playful pain."

I was pleased with myself. I wanted to please him more. The voice added, "Take all of your thoughts and let them feel each touch on your body. Let every nerve signal its pain or its pleasure. Don't think about if something hurts or feels good; let your body decide. Let all your feelings race to the same spot."

The whip twirled faster, slapping and stinging across my belly button, first in one direction and the other. It stung, I was about to complain when, soft loving lips closed over one of my nipples and began to draw circles with its tongue around it and lick across it. The whip was still doing its thing but the lips were more important. I could take the whip lashing my belly for that lovely sucking mouth on my breast.

Over the next hour, the whip was exchanged for some kind of swatter, to a switch, to a single biting lash but on each change, some pleasure balanced the pain - even harsh pain that slapped directly onto my clit; even harsh pain that stung each standing rigid nipple. 

For seconds, all stopped and then a heavy cold metal clamp tightened over my right nipple and the heavy chain was connected to the clamp to tug painfully, if I moved. Before I began to breathe again, my other nipple was clamped and chained. Both clamps were tightened at the same time. Tremendous pain shot through me but wonderful warm tender loving lips pushed the chains away from my pussy and began to lick and nurse. 

I endured so the lips would not stop. They did not for a long time while my body learned to cope with the pain of the clamps and the tugging chains. Each time I got close to cuming, the lips would stop and the pain in my nipples or a pinch on my belly would slow me. More and more nothing mattered except to get to the deep completing pleasure that I knew was hidden just under the pain.

I sensed that a body knelt on the bed with me; it reached up and touched the clamps. Fingers worked to release them. I expected pleasant relief but when they released there was horrible pain as blood rushed back into my nipples. At the same time a pushing, stretching, filling pleasure consumed me and over rode the pain. 

My orgasm started on my clit and rolled inside me. There was more stretching pain, wonderful slippery slides over my clit and soft loving lips kissing me lovingly. Juices flowed into my mouth and I moaned as more pain stretched and my orgasm stalled. Where was the pain? Where was the pleasure? Both ran in my belly, racing back and forth between my clit and my womb. A strong hand grasped the front of my neck and squeezed, another went for a tortured nipple. My nipple cried out when my clit sighed. 

My soul needed to see what was happening. It floated to the ceiling and saw Uncle Jim's back, his hand on my throat, his hand hurting my breast and his hips thrusting smoothly, firmly and slow. My soul told me, "He is pushing his cock into you, stretching you, opening you, trying to reach your womb. It wants to be deep inside your body and hopes to share just a touch of your completeness."

I so wanted to share it with him. I knew he had nothing like this for himself." All senses went between my legs. The hand squeezed my neck harder. It did not matter. All my feelings were swirling inside trying to get to my clit. Pleasure, pain, everything trying to find space inside me. There was no room. My life swirled on the edge of the growing and raging dark and deep whirlpool of all encompassing pleasure. A screamed struggled out of my squeezed throat and I was stabbed painfully deep into my cervix. 

The pool got darker, I couldn't breathe but the pleasure would not stop so I dove willingly into the spiral. I felt only pleasure, I heard a loud, life ending scream as more and more pleasure racked through my body. It would not stop and my body urged it on and on. The hand around my throat let my body breathe again but I did not care. I began to feel the thrusting between my legs but I did not care. All I wanted was to ride in the bliss filled spiral. Inside me, wet, pulsing warmth added to my pleasure. I could feel beauty dance inside me. I was only pleasure. The spiral was only pleasure. I became part of the spiral and its beauty. Slowly, I was pulled deep into the spiral's total blackness.

Hours later, I awoke in instant total panic, screaming and thrashing. Strong nude arms wrapped around me and kept me safe. Uncle Jim's voice soothed me, "You are safe. I have you. Rest while I hold you. Feel what is inside you."

I felt completeness and drifted back into encompassing pleasure.

Ten hours later, I awoke in the Uncle Jim's king sized bed, wrapped in comforters and protected by pillows. He was not in bed. In the bathroom, I peed. It burned a little. I felt inside my sheath. I was stretched, gaping and dripping cum. When I struggled to stand and look into the mirror, my nipples were bruised and I could see a red hand print around my neck. A thin black cloth was there too. It had rhinestones on it that said, "Good Morning Beautiful."

Janet was breathing hard; her face was flushed; she looked at her watch and gasped. No one else could speak. Mary smiled weakly as if she had truly relived her night with Uncle Jim. She teasingly said, "I guess if you want to hear about our other nights, we'll have to do it another time."

Mandy could not hold her desire to continue, "What else did he do to you."

Mostly we had great sex. He tried to get my mind to give up control again by having my body endure some pain, be denied or be restrained so he could lead me to even greater pleasure. But for the next two nights my mind would not relent and risk what had happen again, so we just played and teased.

The night after that, I still resisted, I have never felt such strength and power as he forced me down onto a devilish machine, called a Sybian. He actually used ratchet straps to pull my fighting body down onto it. A thin cock went up my lubed ass, a thick elongated bulb went up my pussy and a pimpled rubber pad pressed tightly into my clit. 

My eyes blazed at him. I wanted to fight him and force him to prove that the special night when I spiraled down was not some mental trick. As he started the vibrating super masturbating toy, he turned it on very low. I knew I had this under control. Everything vibrated and the cocks thrust and twirled.

My mind raced to conquer him. It would not stop like it had done only once before. It was rebelling, demanding control of my pleasure. I was afraid of what had happened, I was afraid of the dark spiral that almost consumed me, I was afraid to ever give up control again, and yet, I felt I had failed my Uncle Jim. My mind made every cell in my body fight and fight violently. That special night, I loved every cell of Uncle Jim's body and where he led me. Tonight, I would rip his heart out, rather than surrender control to him.

There was not a millimeter that I could move my ass, my pussy or my clit away from the machine. He had tied my hands to my sides and strapped them to my waist. For fun he put a suction device on my nipples and a ball with breathing holes and a strap into my mouth. My nipples extended twice their length, puffed up and became super sensitive. 

As the machine pleasantly buzzed, he talked, "Learning to fly really scared you? You really only drifted. I think your body can fly but you are afraid. Fran could fly. She was not afraid. She taught me by trusting me to protect her. I marveled at her. Tonight, you will face forced orgasms and then, when there is no fight left in you, I'm going to fuck your ass, stretch it and fill your bowels with my cum because you cannot stop me.

Tomorrow, if you can face all that your body has shown you, maybe it will surrender and I can show you how sexually special you are. Maybe you can give me a chance to see you in true sexual bliss.

For the next thirty minutes, Uncle Jim kept my pussy, clit and ass lubed and that infernal machine speeded higher and higher until it forced me through one orgasm to another. It finally reduced me to falling forward onto my face and moaning in sensitive pain that I had to endure because I could not get away. I had cum so hard and so much, I was far beyond any sexual pleasure. 

He did untie me. He laid me face down in front of the machine with my hips over a thick firm pillow. My mind was in neutral. My body was exhausted; it had no fight; it was beyond talking and beyond moving. He had told me what to expect. My asshole was stretched and relaxed but not enough. He knelt across me and slowly pushed his well lubed two inch wide cock up my tighter ass. 

I wanted to scream at him and he quietly said, "Rub your clit and finish with me." That did not seem like a request, so I rubbed. As he got closer and I began to get over the extreme sensitivity of my clit, he gave me some more suggestions, "Push fingers from your other hand up inside you and feel my cock fucking inside your ass." I was beyond sensitive, but amazed at feeling his cock push up my ass and slide across the fingers I had in my pussy. I was feeling his cock inside my body. It was mind blowing. 

My fingers flew on my clit and my other fingers curled into my g-spot. I started cuming. I was too sensitive to touch but I kept frigging my clit and started over the top when Jim slammed into my ass. His cock danced in me. He moaned in defeat and his balls emptied everything he had deep into my bowels. He collapsed on me and was totally still. 

For the first time, I sort of understood the power exchange he was teaching me - he forcibly controlled me until my body surrendered in defeat to him, only then did I completely conquer his. Most of my fear of not being in control had left me. I now understood my control would come back, even if I gave it away for a while. After all my fighting, I had given him freedom to use me and ultimately delight in seeing me in extreme climaxes fighting through pain and sensitivity. 




Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 03



I could feel his exhausted weight on my back and his pulsing cock still buried deep in my ass. I had surrendered myself to him and was learning to fill my body with pleasure. I felt complete but knew he wanted even more for me.

We had three more days together. That night was our turning point. We had reached a milestone of trust and being equal. Now I wanted to experience everything with him. I really wanted to fly. He was so very, very happy that I wanted to try.

Mom was getting anxious. The owner could stare at her. It was now truly time for us to leave. Any more of my story would have to be told some other day. Ellen whispered as we left, "Did you ever fly?"

Strangely my body was instantly exhausted. I could see Uncle Jim cradling my head talking me back from an infinitely deep beautiful space that he will never know. He was so happy for me; tears rolled down his cheeks while I recovered. My eyes were far away when I answered my daughter truthfully, "Yes, Ellen, yes, I did fly once for my Uncle Jim. That was twenty years ago. He still thanks me for trusting him and letting him watch me. It always sounds strange to me when he thanks me because, to me, it seems the pleasure was all mine."



Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 04



Mom finally agreed to tell her story about her adventures with Uncle Jim. However, she insisted that we all meet at her house, dress very comfortably and each talk to her on the telephone before her "confession" day. Ellen, her mom and Millie (Strangely the talkative Mandy was holding back even more than her mother.) had all had their turn and the stories had been hot and heavy, often embarrassing and often shocking. Each person saw new sides of a sister, a mom or a granddaughter that they had grown up with and thought they knew. 

Janet was very worried and very nervous. She had talked and talked to each of her daughters and even her granddaughter and got them to promise two things: not hate her for what she was going to say and never to disclose what they heard. Over and over, she got them to promise. She started so haltingly that it was painful to watch. Janet had set a nice sweets and coffee and tea table to keep herself busy and in hopes of heading off the tremendous anger and rejection she felt was coming.

"For all your lives, I have known this day would have to come. I have dreaded that one or all of you will hate me, turn your back on me or disclose what I am going to say." She never cried. She was the rock of the family, even stronger than Mary. She was wringing a damp handkerchief and dabbing at tears and trying to keep herself together. This was a total mystery to her daughters and her granddaughter. All had had a wonderful, learning sexual time with Uncle Jim. A time they were proud of sharing and a time that had improved all their lives. 

None could imagine anything bad about the tall thin, loving, naughty, sexually charged and sometimes dangerous man with the sparkling green eyes, that her mother anxiously went to see at least twice a month since Fran died so many, many years ago. 

Mary got them all a glass of wine and forced one onto her very light drinking mother. After a refill, Janet started.

"Your Uncle Jim and I grew up together, him in the house he lives in and me in this house. We were born two months apart. We went through every grade together. He got in fights to protect me. We dated some in the twelfth grade and even some after that. It seemed like the right thing to do. I didn't know anyone else. Even in the eighth grade, Jim never made it a secret that he was going to marry me, we were going to have four children and live happily ever after."

All of the girls were hearing this for the first time. Another glass of wine started to go down easily but no one was feeling the effects.

"At nineteen, I had already told Jim I wasn't ready and the next year, his five year older, step-brother, Todd came to visit from the city." The girls all thought Todd was Jim's full brother. Janet picked up on the confusion. "The woman you all called Grandma Gail was Jim's mom. After her husband died she married a nice guy who already had a son. That guy and his son never liked farm life very much. Both would come and go to escape the boredom and hard work. You all remember that about Todd."

"From the second I met Todd, I was head over heels for him. Sure, he is shorter than Jim, but back then he was polished, suave, with movie star good looks and he was worldly, like I always dreamed of being. I read every movie magazine and dreamed of living in a busy city with all those lights and theaters. I was pretty, a virgin and very naive back then. Todd put all his attention on me. I dropped Jim like a hot potato. He was really hurt but he wanted me to be happy. He got lost into work and started converting his dad's old worthless farm into nut trees. 

"Todd and I had a whirlwind courtship and got married in a story book church wedding with all the trimmings. Almost immediately, I discovered that Todd was a womanizer; much later, I even discovered he had two other wives, he had not divorced. Anyway, Todd came and went often. We never knew how long he would be gone."

The sisters nodded and Mandy replied, "I wanted him here with us. I wanted him to hold me and say he loved me. I wanted my dad."

Janet cringed but kept talking, "Todd and I had been married about a year when I was sure he had left me for good. I got very depressed and could not help mom and dad keep the farm up. We didn't have enough to eat or a car to get dad back and forth to the doctor. I went the only place I knew to go. I went to Jim."

The hard part was just ahead. Janet trembled and cried. Her daughters tried to comfort her but they wanted to hear more. Janet continued, trying to set up for the shock, "You are all emotionally strong, wonderful women. I pray we can get through the first part of my confession and then I'll tell you some wild stories about your Uncle Jim." She sort of smiled. The girls could not guess where this was going that would upset their mother so much; they were truly worried about what their mother might say.

"The instant Jim saw me he held me, comforted me, forgave me, loved me and did not pressure me in any way. After a couple of months of me going back and forth visiting and talking, I pleaded with him. I needed to feel close and loved. I knew more about sex than Jim at that point but neither of us knew much. 

"I called him into his bedroom one day. I was nude, on my back, spread wide and reaching for him. He stripped for me, let me explore his body and he explored mine. He urged me to be his equal demanding partner. That day, I took his virginity and we started having regular sex. We were so very careful; he wore two condoms and would pull out before he came. We couldn't get enough of each other and were learning fast to be both passionate and playful. 

"After a wild day together, Jim was walking me home in the twilight. It was my fertile time and we had made it far enough to be under that big oak tree in his yard. I grasped his hand and stuffed it under my dress. I smiled at his unasked question, "I left my panties under your pillow, so you can sleep with them tonight. Jack off into them so I can suck your cum out of them tomorrow night since, I won't be able to stay long tomorrow."

"His fingers curled into me and pressed the wonderful spot that makes your clit stick out. I was soaked. His fingers began rubbing the slipperiness from his palm into my slit and making big circles over my clit. I was wild and I needed his cock in me. He has never denied me anything. I said, "Please make me cum one more time with your cock buried deep before I have to go home tonight."

"Jim pulled the lower part of my dress up and bunched it around my legs. My scent made those green eyes sparkle signaling that his body was shifting from human to lustful animal. I'm sure you all have see his eyes do that and felt your helplessness and unwillingness to stop his drive. I didn't want to stop him. I wanted him even wilder. When he entered me, I dug my fingernails into his back; I came and drew blood. I couldn't cum down; I dug in even harder and locked my legs around him so he could not pull out. 

"He leaned down and blew his hot breath through my top and bra onto my nipples, nibbled and tugged at each one. I drove up violently against him and really hurt him when I gripped my fist as tight as I could. He got going and going. I screamed at him not to stop. I screamed again that I wanted more from him. Twice I cried out in a near crippling climax. At the height of the second one, my body opened as a woman's can. I felt him lunge, my body took it. He held his cock deep and I felt the tiny lips on his cock touch my cervix and I felt her suck and him pump his cum into my womb. I knew instantly that I was pregnant but I did not tell him."

Mary looked totally shocked but was still hoping for new information to dispel what she was adding together.

"I lied to my parents that Jim and I were playing a "catch me" game and that is why I cried out into the quiet night. My mother looked at me funny. When I bathed I had Jim's cum running down my legs and loved the smell. I'm sure that fresh, distinctive smell is what made mom question my story.

"Todd came back broke in about two weeks. He was so handsome, I just swooned and did everything to please him and keep him home. He stayed home about four months; so he thought the child growing inside me was his. He was not happy about having a family. I didn't see Jim, until after Todd left again. I'm sure he felt like the biggest fool. He had talked to me so much about me moving in with him and us living happily ever after.

Mary couldn't take it, "Are you saying that Uncle Jim is my father and he does not know that."

"Yes, that is what I'm saying. I want you all to hear my story. I've wanted to tell you all for years. You need to know everything. Mandy, I believe you and Millie are Uncle Jim's daughters too."

Mandy especially could not hide her betrayed hurt. She was almost screaming, "You let us all fuck our father."

Her mom pleaded near break down, "You all wanted to be with him and I never had the guts to tell him." Mandy kept screaming; Janet rushed out the back door to hide in the back yard somewhere.

Ellen spoke up, "None of us were hurt. I'd go spend tonight with Uncle Jim, if he'd have me back living with him. We should hear grandmom out. She has listened to our stories. They had to hurt her. How could we all miss it? We are all tall with a touch of green in our eyes and we are all highly sexed, wild, loyal and loving. She has been in love with him even before we were born."

Mandy was recovering, "I've had a dad all this time when I didn't think I had one who cared."

The stoic tones of a first born rang in the air, "We certainly could not have a more caring father. He's been there for us all our lives and still would do anything we asked of him. Ellen, go get mom, tell her we want to hear it all."

Janet stumbled back in, hanging on Ellen's arm. She was glancing about like a cat thinking she was going to be attacked.

Mandy started, "Sorry mom. It was such a shock. We need to know everything. Please." Millie and Mary slowly shook their stern faces in agreement.

"Jim heard I was pregnant and that Todd had split again. He came to help. He was my birthing partner at classes at the hospital. He rubbed my stomach and learned to make Mary kick at his hand. That made me so mad because it often hurt. But if he could see a foot or a hand, it was more than he could stand and tears would flow. I saw that as weakness back then. I don't think he does that any more. None of you have mentioned it." 

Ellen interjected, "He did it with me but I think he was remembering his youth, was lonely and missing Fran and having a woman who cares about him."

"He was with me for two months after Mary was born. Then he had to stay home to work his trees. During that time Todd returned. He stayed quite a while that time. I didn't see Jim. Todd started drinking, roughed me up and I ran to Jim. I was afraid to go home but even more afraid Jim was going to go over and kill Todd. 

"To sooth him, I told him I was going to be all right. I tried to distract him by kissing and touching him. I made love to him while he was angry. He was rough and aggressive. When he came he buried his cock deep; I felt the lips deep inside me suck the cum out of the tip of his cock. I was pregnant again. 

"I went back home. A week later, Todd really beat me and raped me. The next morning, he was still drinking and mean. He threw me down and took me again; he already had his bag packed. In three months, he came back pleading for forgiveness, said he'd never drink again and I forgave him and took him back. Todd was in and out. Jim and I saw very little of each other. We did not have sex. Todd was gone when I went into labor with Mandy; Jim drove me to the hospital and was in the delivery room when she was born. 

"My parents died. Jim had always wanted to buy their property and combine the two farms. Todd and I negotiated with him; we all went to the lawyers and Jim bought the entire farm where I was born. It seemed like the right thing to do. Todd certainly was not interested in it and it was way too much work for me alone. After the deal was closed, Todd stayed in town, Jim drove me by my old home one last time, before he was to drive me to the small in town cottage Todd and I had rented. 

"We wound up sitting under that oak tree in his front yard again. We reminisced about our childhoods; he fussed over me and was super nervous being around me. He knew I had left him three times for Todd and he still cared about me. He kept pushing for us to leave for town. 

"I didn't feel I had anywhere to go. The furniture was already out of the house where I had always lived. I held him. He talked about his plans of putting in nut trees on the entire property. I asked him what he was going to do with the house. He looked shocked. It finally hit him that I wasn't going to be there anymore. The more he talked, the more I knew, I had always loved him and he had always loved me. That night for a couple of hours, we were together. Until that night, I had never been on top of him when we had sex. He let me strip him from the waist down. I took my panties off and rode him. He seemed to go too deep and it kept hurting. 

"He sat up some and raised his knees some, so I could stay on top and he wouldn't go quite so deep. My body began to suck and he pleaded with me to stop because we did not have any protection and he might make me pregnant and ruin things for Todd and me, just when we had gotten some money and freedom to enjoy life in the big city. His rock hard shaft raked along my clit no matter how I moved in that position. 

"I was cuming for the second time when he started to push me off because he was about to cum. I grasped his head, watched him struggle not to cum, sweat beaded on his forehead and his face contorted in pain. He pushed at me hard and I held on even tighter. The mouth of my womb must have been standing wide open because for the only time in my life, I felt a pulse of cum shoot deep into me, and then a second and then a third. 

"Jim held me for a long sad time. We both knew I could be pregnant. Tears glistened in his eyes as he rubbed my belly. He wanted children so much, but now he had to admit it would not be with me. I think at that moment, he decided to date. He took me to Todd's and my little rented home. I went directly to the bathroom to clean up but nothing had leaked out of me and, back then, Jim came a lot. 

"Todd did not come home that night. He was partying. In fact, now that Todd had access to some money, I saw very little of him for a couple of years. During that time Millie was born. Again, Uncle Jim was there. He was in the delivery room when each of you were born and he held each of you first and put you into my arms. 

"Remember, Your Uncle Jim does not know any of this and I want each of you to promise again never to tell him; I've spent years lying." They all agreed and the mood changed. 

"I continued to call him to help with things while Todd was on some trip or something. He was gone a full year once. I faked needing Jim's help some times. Each time we stood close, the old spark would come back and I'd get something started with Jim. Your Uncle Jim and I were together a few more times while I was married and he was not. I was on the pill by then. 

"There was a deep sadness in him during those couple of years. The timing had been just vague enough for it to be possible that Todd was your dad. Jim wondered out loud once about all of you being tall, having a little green in your eyes, being smart and caring. Todd was short, with soft hands, handsome, lazy and did not have hair on his chest. I talked fast about what traits came from males and females and recessive genes. I made it up. He is very smart but has always deferred to me on anything beyond high school. 

"Once he met Fran, we were never together again, until three years after Fran died. He and Fran only dated a few months before they got married. Jim seemed to want to put me behind him. In a few years, they discovered Fran couldn't have children and Jim desperately wanted them. He searched you all out and confessed to me that he pretended you were his daughters so he would have a family. Before his marriage and since Fran died, I've been his talking, caring, part time wife but I had secrets to protect, so I've kept him at arm's length and never told any of you either."

Mandy wanted to know, "Whatever happened to da...., I mean Todd?"

"We don't know, he cleaned out the bank account one day and we never heard from him again. Jim moved us all back into this house, has never charged us a dime and you know how many times he was here to help."

Mary asked, "So that money you get every month for us to live on is not a rent payment for using the land?"

"No, Jim just started giving us that." 

Ellen asked, "What does he tell you now when you go see him and make love with him."

"He asks me to live with him but I always say "No." He looks sad but I have too many secrets. They would slip out and he would hate me." Ellen exploded, "He has always wanted children. He has three and grand children and doesn't know it." 

"He has been with each of you. He would be horrified, if he knew he had been with his daughters and granddaughter." 

Ellen knew her Grandfather very well, "No he wouldn't. He'd be shocked at first but sex is a live vibrant thing for him. He gives love with it and cannot enjoy it unless he knows who he is with is willing, passionate and satisfied with him. If any one of us went to him today and said we needed him to please us, would he turn his back just because he knew who we are? No, he would want to give and please us even more." 

Mary and Millie were speechless, with their mouths hanging open. Mandy slipped and acted almost angry, "You let us have sex with our own father?"

"I said I'm pretty sure he's your father. Your times with Jim have made you strong, good lovers and given you a lot of self esteem. He put you back together Mandy. Now you have a wonderful man. Did your times with Uncle Jim hurt you?"

The cold truth flashed through Millie, "Mom, you could have been with him all those years but you didn't because of what? Just a bunch of secrets?"

"He got married to a woman far hotter than me. He was so very happy every day. Then she died and you all were hot like him and were so happy after you had made love to him. I know that feeling. I made love to him 45 years ago and occasionally now. When you were happy, I couldn't tell you and ruin your lives. My lies built on top of lies. I feared confessing all the lies and that he would turn his back on me." 

Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She felt she was such a horrible person because she had deceived her daughters and the only man who stood by her when she needed him for all her life. Janet stood covered her face, said, "This was not a good idea. I'm so sorry." At that moment, she felt her daughters, her granddaughter and her only love were lost to her. She raced away from them, back outside again.

The conversation stalled. No one knew what to say. No one except Ellen, after about thirty minutes, "I know mom is always saying, I'm so much more liberal than her generation. I know what is right for me. I'm going to keep the secret and I going to see Uncle Jim tonight. He has teased me about a few things and I'm going to push. I haven't told you about all our time together, but I hope he fucks me until I pass out like he's done a couple of times. We've only slept together in his bed once. I loved it and want to do it again."

Millie walked around to Ellen and pulled her up and hugged her, "That's the best thought I've heard in a long while. Hank is a good husband but I masturbate every week about some crazy memory with Uncle Jim. I have lots of wild thoughts. I stayed with him several times over the years. He makes me feel like the most pampered satisfied woman in the world. I wouldn't want to hurt my dad whether he knows he's my dad or not. I sure hope he'll be around to fuck me when he's eighty. Mom did the best she could. She couldn't say anything for the twenty years Uncle Jim was married. She has lost so much trying to avoid being judged, having us shunned and thinking he would hate her. Uncle Jim, dad, could never do that to any of us. Mom's ashamed and doesn't have her brain working right."




Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 04



Mandy came around but Mary was holding back. Ellen challenged her mother outright, "My God, Mom, you set me up to get fucked by my Uncle. What's so different if he's my grandfather?"

Everyone broke into crying laughter. Ellen went out to find Janet, for the second time, and tell her all was ok as long as she could fuck Uncle Jim a few more times. Grandmother probably had the right idea, "Keep Uncle Jim's mind full of lust, naughty thoughts and wanting to please the woman in his life. She didn't want to clutter it with distracting cares that would take the lustful sparkle out of his green eyes." 

As Ellen walked out the back door she thought, "I is nice knowing where the hint of green came from in my eyes and why I have such a high passionate sex drive." 

Mary was finally getting playful, "Come on mom, tell us something wild you have done with Jim." 

Ellen didn't hesitate. She knew exactly which story she was going to start with. "After Todd started drinking, roughed me up, raped me and left, I discovered I was pregnant again. As usual, I started seeing Jim again. I wasn't showing yet. I was pretty. We went to town to see a movie one night. Afterward, I saw a bar and talked Jim into taking me in for a mixed drink. I had never been in a bar but had seen movies and read about movie stars ordering something called a Mai Tai. I wanted one.

"The bar was packed. The only open stool was in the back far corner of the bar and crammed between the bar and the wall. Jim barely had space to stand behind me in the corner and hold my coat. Well one drink led to two and the man sitting to my right began to flirt with me. He was handsome and I was enjoying teasing Jim, sort of treating him like my body guard or hired hand. He put up with it for a while until the man started leaning in too close and whispering. Jim said, "Miss Janet you are sitting on something, raise up just a little." I just pushed against the bar stool rail and he adjusted my flared dress. I realized he had pulled my dress out so it covered the stool. My bare skin and panties were on the plastic that covered the stool's padded top. 

"I kept talking with the man, trying to make Jim jealous. When I used my Chap Stick, Jim took it from me. I ignored him. I felt him move behind me. I didn't know but he lifted my dress and reached under it. I felt him grasp the cloth covering each of my ass cheeks. When the jute box blared, he ripped my panties so the crack of my ass, all the way to my pussy, was bare. I was shocked but kept up my tease. The man bought me my third drink. I was really feeling the first two.

"Unknown to me, Jim had warmed the Chap Stick making it like Vaseline. He used my coat to cover that he had taken out his cock and coated it. When my suitor looked away for a moment, Jim quickly slid me back so my ass was hanging partially off the stool. My drink was served and my overly attentive conversation partner turned back having eyes only for me. As he leaned in to whisper something suggestive again, I felt the bell of Jim's cock push at my asshole. We had never played that way. It was so tight; I knew it would not go in. I ignored him and kept talking. Jim kept up a steady pressure. About half way through my drink, I felt him start slipping into me. 

"I tried to scoot forward but he had a grip on my hips. He leaned forward, pressing harder and calmly "reminded" me, "Miss Janet, remember, we have to get you home by eleven." At that exact moment he pulled my hips and thrust. I felt like I was split in two. Three more inches of that log of his went up my ass. It was all I could do not to scream. I took it and tried to keep my conversation going until my drink was gone. Jim kept pulling my hips tight against him and I could feel my ass stretch and take a little more of him every minute or two.

"I was shocked, uncomfortable and so turned on I could not breathe. My neighboring stool partner got up to give me room for Jim to put my coat on me. Jim was all prim and proper and zipped up. As he turned me toward the back wall so I could slip my arm into my coat, his free hand went unerringly up my dress and he stuck two fingers into my pussy and wiggled them against my g-spot. My knees buckled and I came. He caught me and said to the man. "Please excuse us, Miss Janet is not used to hard drink, but thank you, she has really enjoyed your company tonight."

"When we got home, I was playful, acting angry and rough with him. I was so wild, I fucked him all night. We laughed and rolled off the bed and kept fucking. I was sore and that asshole Jim was not finished making me pay for teasing him at the bar. He had not cum. I was nude, pinned between the wall and the bed and the end table with him behind me. He used our lube from the end table drawer, squeezed some into my ass and I knew instantly what he had in mind. I struggled to get away. You have felt his strength. He pushed my head down so my ass was high, spread and unprotected. I gave up knowing I could not stop him. 

"I felt my ass stretch uncomfortably when he pushed the wide bell in. Using the ever pleasant voice of my servant that he had used at the bar, he said, "Miss Janet, it is now time for your first ass fucking; rub your clit so it doesn't hurt you too much and you can wet all over my floor." I came three more times from rubbing my clit, getting my ass fucking, cursing at him and being taken so I gaped for two days. I did wet on his floor; I did cum so many times my fingers were too tired to rub my clit. Then he sat in on the wet floor, held me, caressed me and kissed me for an hour before we cleaned up and passed out for ten hours in his bed.

"In the next forty years, off and on together, he has licked my ass, tongued my ass, played with toys up my ass but he has never fucked my ass again. I think he's waiting for me to ask him to do it. I'm going to, real soon."

Ellen gave a breathy exhale. Her eyes seemed greener, her voice was raspy and deeper when she said, "Grandmom, you are definitely one of us." The loving laughter signaled the near end of this confession session.

Obviously, Janet had hundreds of stories but it had been a long, shocking and emotionally exhausting day for everyone. It was time to stop. As they said their goodbyes, they all told Janet they loved her and would keep her secret but hoped she would tell Jim the truth.

All five minds were wondering what else the next luncheon would reveal about "Uncle Jim."



Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 05



Mandy worried about telling about her time with Uncle Jim way back when she was nineteen. She was ashamed to tell her sisters the first part of her story about her time with Uncle Jim following their Truth or Dare game twenty years ago. Both her sisters had lived up to the rules and the implied promise to have sex with him. At that time, she was still a virgin and did not want to admit that she was the only one left in the family. She was as hot and horny as any of them but her fear kept anything from happening all through high school and her first year at junior college. She went nervously, like a condemned woman to a gallows, when she could no longer gracefully stall spending a week with Uncle Jim.

Settled at the café, one glass of wine down and all caught up on the last two weeks, all five women awaited the last promised porn confession. Of course, there were hundreds of loose ends that would make great sexual turn-ons for future get-togethers. Mandy was obviously ill at ease and struggling. Her mom knew about the years' long problems and tried to help, "Mandy, no one is forcing you to disclose anything or disclose more than you want to. God knows how much trouble I had. Please don't push. Wait until you are ready."

Mandy was addressing everyone when she answered her mom, "Mom, you know I have a secret too. I want to tell my story but I know I have to go much farther than just my week with Uncle Jim from the Truth or Dare game. I'm just having some trouble getting started and admitting that my week was not wild and sex filled like theirs."

The sisters knew Mandy had some emotional problems when she was twenty that no one spoke about. They knew Mandy was away from home for a while and they knew Mandy spent more time with Uncle Jim than they did but they all figured it was innocent work time for her to earn spending money.

"I played along with you guys back when Millie graduated, but I was a virgin and very frightened about having sex my first time. I mean petrified frightened. I sweated on dates if a guy kissed me or touched my breasts. Going to Uncle Jim's, I just knew one of you had told him about our game and he would be expecting sex from me. I couldn't talk straight at the table that first evening I was with him. I wasn't eating his wonderful meal and he picked up on my anguish. He just took my hand, pulled me up from the table, we went out the front door and started walking. We probably walked and talked for two hours. It was beautiful; I fell in love with him as more than my uncle or my dad that night."

The pause was long and the looks were puzzling.

He asked, "Why did you come to visit me? You are so tense. I'm really happy to have the company but you don't want to be here. Please talk to me. I'm getting old. You can't shock me and you are one of my favorite people in the world. I would not hurt you. What is keeping you from being my friend tonight?" 

Over the next hour I told him about the Truth or Dare game. I told him I was a virgin. I told him how frightened I was but wanted to live up to my promise. I rattled on and on for a long time. He walked with me. Held my hand and swung it in time with our ever happier and more relaxed steps. He can say the most serious things and not be threatening.

"Your game promise did not say you would have sex with me or even be playful with me. You just have to spend a week with me."

"Yea, that's right."

"Tell you what. I'm a very sexually playful man but only want to go as far as a willing partner wants to go. How about, we relax, cook together, work together, do things for fun together, maybe tease some and just enjoy our time together? If I get too playful and peek under your skirt while you are reaching for something high in the cupboard, just scold me. 

If on the other hand, you want to tease, leave your panties off when you reach high. I'm not going to force myself on you. I'm not a teenage boy anymore. I'm not driven by hormones so wildly. I can get wild but I need a willing wild partner to get there. Relax and let's enjoy our week and not worry about our playful moments."

We worked, talked and teased the first two days. The third night he asked about my fantasies; I told him; he selected some of his stories and read them to me until one in the morning. I wanted to go to bed so I could masturbate. He knew. He dimmed the lights in his den and asked, "What would you like to experience or see tonight to help your fingers give you pleasure?" I inhaled and could not exhale because he knew my thoughts. He was so at ease.

"I want to see a man cum."

"If I stand in front of you and do that will you masturbate with me so we might cum together?"

No one had ever challenged me so deeply into my soul and so deeply into my fears. I could not answer. He stood me and reached under my skirt, removed my panties and sat me back down. He inhaled me from my wet panties. I was frozen. He lifted each of my legs to spread them across the arms of the wing backed chair where I was sitting. If my skirt had not fallen back in place I would have been totally spread for him.

Uncle Jim backed away from me, my painfully pounding heart and my fright driven body. Six feet away he stripped for me and stood facing me and began to rub his half hard cock up and down. I had never seen anything so beautiful. I wanted to touch it. For some reason, I wanted to taste it. He stopped, nodded toward me. I was not afraid. I lifted my dress and began to rub my clit as I had been doing for years. Already it was wet enough to make squishing sounds. I really wanted him to watch me.

And he did watch me, unblinking, staring at my virgin pussy, while he jacked his cock. It was frightening, long, thick, dripping, not erect and not threatening since it was still six feet away. This did not change for minutes. I was breathing even harder when he asked me a question.

"Mandy, much of my enjoyment comes from the taste and smells that come from an aroused woman's body. Will you wet your fingers and let me suck your taste from them?"

I did not answer but I held out my wet fingers. He took two steps toward me. My heart was beating fast but I was not afraid. I wanted to touch his wet cock but had not asked. His eyes closed as his lips sucked the wetness from my hot fingers and I felt his tongue lap at my juices. Deep inside him I could hear a low moan. He took two unsteady steps back into his place. I saw the animal lust in his eyes, the lust mom talked about, but he did not change, except that his cock was even larger and harder. 

He said, "Thank you, you taste wonderful." Slowly he began to jack off for me; I continued to rub circles on my clit. Some strange bold person asked, "Can I touch him?"

Again Uncle Jim stepped forward. My wet hands went out and explored the head of his cock, his hard pulsing shaft and his loose balls. He jerked in my hands and I leaned forward and took his large wet helmet into my mouth and tasted him. He knelt in front of me, gently turned my head and gave me my first French kiss. It lasted until I knew what to do and loved doing it. I was sucking his tongue when he pulled back and stepped back into place.

His green eyes sparkled wildly. They were not tamed or politically correct. They were exciting and scary. His calm voice, cracked when he said, "Maybe by the time you have to leave, you will trust me enough for me to lick you until you cum in my mouth."

His words, his taste in my mouth and the sight of him slowly jacking off his cock for me were too much; I came for him. That was what he needed. His head rolled back, he groaned and one, then another and then another long rope of cum launched out of his cock. Drops of cum still hung on its tip. He did not see that I caught some and tasted him. I was still holding it in my mouth when his glassy eyes tried to focus on me.

"You are so exciting and fragile. Thank you for our last few minutes. You make me want to please you and have your body tell me it is pleased with me. Someday you will select some lucky man who can spend his life protecting and pleasing you."

The next days were all filled with pleasant, sexually playful times. Like the next morning he said, "What do you want to do today?" I answered, "Go to the mall." He looked sad, so I asked, "Why, what do you want to do?"

Boldly he answered, "Kiss your lips all day and play with your left breast."

I was shocked and did not reply. He took out a quarter and said, "Ok, I'll flip you for what we do today. You call it." I think he cheated. After an hour he had me so turned on I was having trouble breathing. My other breast and nipple were screaming for attention when he acted totally unaffected and said, "Ok, you should get what you want also. Let's go to the mall."

By then I had forgotten about the mall. My panties under my skirt were soaked. I went to change them so we could go. Uncle Jim followed me. When I looked like he should leave and give me some privacy, he walked toward me, reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off. He wiped my wet pussy with them, leaned forward and lightly kissed my protruding clit. Electricity went through my body. 

He stood and stuffed my panties into his blazer's pocket, pulled the soaking crotch up to stand in full view and said, "I'm ready. Hurry up and put on some dry panties." It happened so fast, I had nothing to say. Shopping with Uncle Jim was fun.

That evening, we showered together and he knelt, spread my pussy's lips with his thumbs and told me how pretty my cherry was. I asked him what it looked like. Later he drew it on a sheet of typing paper for me. He described how perfectly round the thin tissues were all around my opening and how three strands of tissue stretched from one side to the other. We had a late dessert together and I asked him to kiss the breast that he had neglected earlier. I slept holding a pillow that night, pretending it was him.

We worked, played, cooked, teased, read his naughty stories and cuddled. He'd cop a feel once in a while and I started doing the same. When we had two nights left together, I asked him, "Will you kiss me until I cum." 

I was the finest china, the greatest treasure and his only concern when he started bathing me at a very early four p.m. He dressed me in delicate lace and thin panties. He put a robe on me that hid nothing. At first I was embarrassed. I had never even seen such sexy clothing. It all must have been Fran's.

He got a little wine in me along with some fruit and cheese that he could feed me in bed. He spent more than an hour touching every inch of me and kissing me. My feet, my stomach, my breasts and my lips tingled. My pussy was so wet I thought I should get up and go wipe it but he pushed me down and said, "No." 

My hands kept going to his body, so he stripped totally nude, lay on the bed and pulled me on top of him. He was giving me permission to do anything I wanted. I learned so much about how to move over a man's body, how to kiss him and how to touch him. When I straddled his hips his cock was pressed flat and my clit raked across it through my crotch's layer of lace. I liked it but it was rough.

His voice was non-threatening and decisive, "Take them off so you can feel my skin against yours."

When I slid forward again against his flattened hard cock, the lips of my pussy parted and his shaft slid through my wetness so every inch of that wonderful cock teased my clit. I kept that up until I was almost mad and slipped back far enough so the head of his cock was spreading my outer lips. 

He knew I was going to thrust. He sat, holding me on top and pushed me back gently to lie on the bed.

First he held one of my legs straight up his kneeling body. His cock pressed against the side of my thigh and leaked so his juices flowed toward my pussy while he licked and kissed my feet, my toes and my calf. 

After a half hour of driving me mad, he finally pulled me up to remove my soft lace robe and my soft lace top, my skin was so tender and alive the lace hurt my nipples and neck. But those lips made everything better. 

A few French kisses and he trailed down my neck and made love to my breasts and then my belly. My body screamed "No" when he turned me over and started at the back of my neck. 

He made an erogenous zone out of very spot he kissed. Where my arm became my back started a flow from between my legs; the mid-sides of my back arched to be sucked and licked; the very top of the crack of my ass made my entire body start to tingle; the spots where he lifted my ass cheeks and kissed under the ridge at the top of my legs yearned for more licks. The kisses behind my knees made my legs flare wider and when he followed that direction and licked, sucked and kissed my asshole, my every breath was a gasp. 

My belly, the front of my thighs, my pussy and a large spot on his bed were soaked, when he gently turned me back over again. I dared not hope he would put his lips between my legs. The torture had gone on so long but each time I hoped he would lick my pussy, he found some other part of me.

He could have had me anyway he wanted at that point. He could have pushed his fingers into me or fucked me. Instead, he rained tender kisses and little tongue flicks all around my opening, never touching my clit. He sucked my outer lips and then my enter ones. His lips and tongue started on the patch of skin between my ass and my pussy and began to nibble and kiss directly up my slit. 

I held my breath. Maybe if I didn't move, didn't breathe, didn't make a sound he would go where I needed him. Gently his thumb pushed at the skin above my clit. I could feel the skin pull back exposing the last of my swollen clit. His tongue licked its sides and up its shaft and then kissed its little penis like top. I was almost there. Again he licked around its sides and gently kissed the top. 

I was about to grab his head when his lips closed over my entire erect clit and nursed lightly. My body arched off the bed and I started to climb rapidly toward something greater than my own fingers or a vibrator had ever accomplished. 

He suckled just a little firmer and my body began to tremble. His lips were on me and my body was shaking but they were still. A cramping ripple went through my belly and he sucked harder than before and kept going. My body exploded and I screamed once riding that climax into tenderness only to have it go directly into more contractions and more waves of pleasure. 

This would have to be the end. My body could not take any more but the flat of his tongue began to lick in long firm strokes across my tender clit. My toes were cramped, my fingers had gripped the bedding and were pulling the bed apart, I had no breath but I screamed, trembled, clasped his head with my thighs and curled into him. 

I collapsed with just enough energy to push his head away from me. He pushed up just a little and used the area above my pussy as his pillow. His slight movements kept ripples going through me for minutes. I went to sleep. He covered me, held me and protected me as he promised he would.

Mary came to get me about eleven in the morning the next day. She smiled. In the car I asked, "What?"

"You certainly have that "I've just been well fucked look. It puts color in your face, the green shows in your eyes and you look happy."

I had nothing to say.

About a month later, I did a stupid thing. I went to the movies with a guy I had known in high school whose "bad boy" image excited me; he had a rough reputation. Half way through the movie I suspected I had been drugged. He and one of his friends got me out to their van and drove me out into the woods. I felt my virginity rip with fingers and then I was raped for hours. I'm told about three a.m. I was dumped at the local emergency room entrance, covered in blood and had been slapped around, I guess because I wouldn't quit screaming.

Uncle Jim was there before I was even cleaned up. I held him tight and wouldn't let go. I even told him who did it. He stayed with me until mom arrived; Millie and Mary had gone to a nearby city to shop for a few days. Uncle Jim stayed, against the Doctors' orders, with me through my exam, clean up, STD swabs and me being moved to a room for observation because I was such an emotional basket case. We didn't know the half of it, then.

Uncle Jim's green eyes were a flat, unsparkling and a mean light green. I remember a red ring around the green. I've never seen eyes like that on a human. He left to get me some clothes from home. My two attackers and their van were never seen again. For two years, I could not be around any man except Uncle Jim. 

He gave me every minute, taking me to therapists, staying at a treatment center with me and searching out anyone who thought they could get my mind to let go of its fear. Everyone, including mom, but not including Uncle Jim, were ready to give up on me recovering. Only he knows what I'm going to tell you now.

I was staying with him. I only felt safe there. I had a room next to his. Sometimes, I went in and slept in his arms. His morning hardons did not bother me. He'd blush and then we would cook breakfast together. One of those horrible, rainy, windy thunder storms went on and on through much of one night and 

I was huddled against a sleeping Uncle Jim. I had been awake thinking for hours, afraid but knowing he was there. I reasoned that I had one chance at a normal life. I woke him up and said, "Please kiss me." I got a fatherly one. "No kiss me like you did when you licked me to orgasm after orgasm."

He didn't quite understand but in minutes we were locked in passionate French kisses. I put his hands on my breasts but he was so very afraid of what emotional damage I could be leading myself into. The hall light was on. He could see me strip for him and he lifted his hips when I pulled at his boxers.

"I don't have a cherry for you. I wanted to give it to you."

Lying half under him with his arms hugging me, he disagreed, "Yes, you do Mandy. Those crazy boys ripped and tore you but some of you cherry's ring is still there. You have not been opened completely. Besides they did not make love to you or even have sex with you, they raped you. That is an act of violence not love. According to me, you have to give your virginity; it cannot be taken from you."

"Please open me."

"Don't you want to save that for a wonderful young man who will be your future husband?"

"No, I saved it too long and look what happened."

I rolled onto my back but Jim did not follow me. He was quiet for a few moments then he hugged me and pulled me back to be on top, "I want to have sex with you. I want you to give yourself to me, give me your virginity and then we'll learn to make love with each other."

Jim lubed his cock. Any other time I would flood his bed. In the thunder and between lightening flashes, I cried and lowered my body onto his big hard cock. A little went in and I felt the tightness start to tear me. Jim asked, "Are you sure this is what you want Mandy. We can stop. It is ok. I love you."

I just dropped my weight. It hurt and he was too long for me; that hurt too. But instantly he sat up, held me, kissed me and touched me gently. I could feel the love in his hands. They trembled and he cried, he was afraid of my answer but he asked anyway, "Are you alright? Have I hurt you? I'm here for you. Are you alright?"

At that moment, I had never felt better. I had a man who loved me in my belly. He knew my horror and it did not matter to him. He cared about me instead of madly going for his own pleasure. That night I don't think either of us came. We held, loved, talked and I put the past horrors and fears far enough behind me to start a normal life. I drew Jim's strength into me. I knew whatever happened, I could survive and he would be there. He felt good inside me. There would be many more times for us.




Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 05



The next morning, he had washed and was back in bed with me. I rolled over and began to play with his cock and suck its tip, wondering how I would breathe around his helmet, if I got it into my mouth. His hands reached down and pulled me up to kiss him on the lips, "You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"I want to kiss you too and I want to properly make love with you, but only when the times are right. You have to direct. I don't know how you feel inside. I want to be good for you and never give you a bad thought."

That morning he went down on me when I pushed his head. I had some dried blood. He never mentioned it. When he rose up over me, I was ready when I heard, "Guide me into your body." I have never more willingly done anything in my life. So smooth, so tight, so loving he pushed into me and began to thrust into my belly and pull out only to thrust again. He was not rough. 

I put my hand on my belly so I could feel how deep the head of his cock went into me. It was the most lovely thing I had ever felt. I could imagine it inside me, opening me and struggling for control to please me through the tight willing slipperiness.

From him licking me, to his exquisite slides along my clit to the wonderful fullness, I began to cum almost immediately. We've had some screaming, wild times since then but this was a pleasurable long, slow fucking. Me on top for a while and then him rolling me over so he could thrust faster, let me feel how my body was made to absorb his power and then feel him cum deeply inside me while he contorted in pleasure. 

Something happened that only happened one time in my life. It was twenty years before, mom told her story. It puzzled me but I loved to hear it. He sat on the bed with me straddling him - his cock deep inside me. He kissed me a dozen times and looked deep into my eyes half a dozen times. Finally he hugged me so tightly it hurt, pushed my hair behind my ears and he said, "I have my daughter back." And I responded, "Yes, you do dad." 

So back to when I called him Uncle Jim, we had sex about three times a week for about three months. At first he gently got me into every position. Then he was rougher. One night he figured I was ready. He had me so turned on I would have humped the bedpost to get off but he pushed my nude body flat against a wall and had me step on to a low box with my left foot and a higher box with my right. My hips naturally rolled out toward him. 

He bent at the knees until the tip of his cock rubbed through my dripping pussy and then he pushed. Half of him went inside. I felt his fingers coat the rest of his shaft with my wetness and then he thrust with all his weight slamming my back against the wall, even lifting me. At first, I was surprised but then I felt how his cock was angled to abuse my g-spot and how he reached between us to roll my clit between his fingers and his thumb. 

His thrust and his fingers on my clit were intentionally a little too rough. He wanted me to feel how even a loving man could take me and he did not want me to be frightened by that. I got tender and even more turned on very quickly. My orgasm would not come this way. I guess I learned because I pushed him away, drove him to the floor and mounted him. He did not exist except as a tool for me to use for my enjoyment. I rode him and climaxed until I was too tender. 

Pleadingly, I asked him for something, "Let me jack him off on me." That day, I discovered I have a fetish. I never get tired of having a man jack off on me, or better yet, jacking a man off onto my body -- hot cum on my feet and rub it between my toes, ropes around my neck and coat my underarms and breasts, fill my belly button and spread it over my belly and thighs and maybe best of all have it inside me, catch it as it runs out, taste it, share it and coat my skin as far as the wetness will go. 

Sometimes I even cum when I'm just jacking off a cock and it jumps in my hands; I know it is mine; I watch its lips purse and then spew its gift for my body. Even though Greg cannot make me pregnant, I usually push some of his cum up inside me and rub it into the dimpled mouth of my cervix and pretend I am pregnant.

Mandy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She realized she had gone off into a fantasy and was really getting carried away by her own thoughts and words. 

At Uncle Jim's urging I started to date, but he always had to meet the guy first. Like with you, I never had sex with him again. I envy Ellen some because I want to ask each of you for permission to ask dad if he'll have sex with me one more time. I'm getting old and I want a baby. If we all ask, I think he will.

Mary shocked everyone, "Sure you should ask him but if he agrees, I think we all should be there to help when he makes you pregnant."

"My God, do you mean all of us in the room when he fucks me?"

Oddly, Millie and her mom shook their heads in agreement and Ellen smiled from ear to ear.

("Millie's Epilog" to follow as a part 6 of 5) 



Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 06



Each of us sisters and Ellen have more stories about Uncle Jim that will curl all the female readers' toes and keep our luncheons interesting for years. But for now, for closure, I need to tell you about the rest of our mom's and our dad's lives. Also, Mandy wants you to know the wild animal lust tricks he used to get her pregnant.

First, five against one, we girls got together and asked Uncle Jim if he would try to get Mandy pregnant. He never had a chance because he wanted to please all of us. Jim made us promise to have all the tests to be sure the baby was healthy, considering the secret of him being the mother's "uncle" and that Mandy would be over forty when she delivered. 

Mandy explained that Greg would suspect but he wanted children too and felt a horrible failure that he could not give her one and they could not afford in vitro procedures. He would accept a miracle. Mandy's doctors picked the sure fire date for her to get pregnant.

The idea of us all being in the room when Uncle Jim made love with Mandy, took some convincing until that little boy smile came on his face and he made the condition, that on that special day, we all had to do exactly as he directed. Mom just smiled and shook her head knowingly.

Mom got Greg out of the way by asking him to take her to the city. Presumably, she wanted a man with her when she discussed some legal issues with her lawyer. They would be staying overnight and coming back late the next night after a day of shopping.

Uncle Jim's first direction was that all us girls start early at his house, strip totally nude and spend the afternoon getting Mandy ready for her special time around six in the evening. It is dark at six that time of year. We were all embarrassed at first. Mary, Ellen and I pampered, bathed and loved Mandy all day. Touching each other was, at first, awkward. 

By evening we were all very comfortable and relaxed with each other being nude. We all had touched, been touched and kissed another woman for the first time. We had all "accidently" felt, spread and looked at everything we had always wondered about. It was not intensely sexual. However, we all felt freed from rules and understood Uncle Jim's seemingly out of place order, "No Climaxes."

Deep down, I knew even mom hoped Jim would finally know that he was a father. Not once did anyone even think of the word "Incest." This was something we were all doing to help a family member and we all accepted that we would have another family secret.

Again Jim remembered one of Fran's magazines that said if a man and a woman climax together it increases the chances that she will get pregnant. He took that as his job. He had me, my sisters and Ellen feed Mandy, rub her skin with vanilla oil and tease her about how her flat belly would grow and stretch. 

Mary remembered stories about Jim teaching her to kick when she was still in Janet's womb and sometimes a hand or a foot would be visible. She told those stories while she stroked Mandy's belly and lightly, occasionally, rubbed too far and touched her clit.

Greg is nowhere near Uncle Jim's size. Mandy had not been stretched in twenty years. Ellen worked some lube into Mandy's pussy and stretched her some. When it was getting close to time for Uncle Jim, Mary offered some encouragement to Mandy, "Mom said for you to relax and believe in Jim. She said, if you let yourself truly be with him and let him make love with you that you will know when you become pregnant." 

There were tears in Mandy's eyes. So much had happened in our lives. We had counted on Uncle Jim so many, many times. Surely at his age, this was expecting too much from one fertile encounter. Mandy is almost too old for baby making and Uncle Jim is ancient. 

Mandy appreciated all her sisters were doing for her. She was even enjoying being touched by them. When it was almost time, her mind filled with negative distracting thoughts. Ellen lit some candles around Jim's master bedroom and Mary dimmed the lights. 

I said, "Relax, you are safe." I surprised myself when I bent down and licked my older sister's pussy until it relaxed; she wanted me to keep going. She was really was wet; her hips were moving; her eyes were closed, she struggled to control her thoughts and that kept her moving in and out of that self-centered world of needing to cum.

The peaceful, positive voice of our life-long protector complimented Mandy's beauty, her welcoming hips, the swollen red glistening lips of her slightly gaping pussy and the job we all had done in getting her ready for him. I glanced around as we all took our seats. We were in the shadows, with a perfect view and we all had at least one of our own fingers touching our clits. 

He praised Mandy's scent but we knew the combined scent of all of us after hours with each others' bodies getting our sister ready to be fucked had him crazed and that every cell in his body had to fighting for control to keep from just taking Mandy. She would not have minded. She liked his wildness and often said twenty years ago she always loved trying to match it when she was with him. 

His words to her began, "I cannot imagine that any woman has ever been more beautiful or had her body more ready to have a baby start growing inside her." 

Mandy's eyes were closed but the rest of us saw when Jim's life-long desire took him away. Jim knew every step, he had imagined this day a thousand times. He was going to make a baby in Fran, the most beautiful, wild, sexy woman in the world. The woman he loved and could never have a baby with; a baby, both he and she wanted every day of their twenty years together.

For thirty minutes he tortured Mandy as Fran would like. He got her close with his fingers and mouth but then denied her climax. His cock danced and leaked pre-cum to string off every spot on Mandy's body that it accidently touched -- her face, her ears, her shoulders, her belly, her feet, her thighs and where her legs almost touched her pussy. 

We in the gallery were afraid to make even a breathing sound but were so turned on we were sweating. Again Uncle Jim told her how beautiful her body was and how ready it was. He thanked her for letting him be the father of the baby that would soon be growing inside her. He thanked her for her beauty and said how much he loved her. 

As he caressed her, keeping her body excited, he told her how he dreamed of the little one calling him Granddad, playing, running into his arms and laughing. While he talked the center two fingers of his right hand were inside Mandy. They worked gently under her clit. We could see the tips of his fingers moving inside her. When she moaned the first time, his lips closed on it. 

Mandy's body shuttered and wetness ran onto his hand. He tasted her, put some of her wetness on her lips and kissed her tasting it. She was totally drawn into his fantasy; her mind saw every smile and step of her child and tears of joy trickled from her closed eyes. She was believing, trusting, being still and passively surrendering her body and soul. 

His fingers stayed inside her and only pulled out slowly when his cock used them as a guide to stretch into her. Somehow, he had stolen her fears and anxiety and replaced them with trust and hope to become pregnant. 

She was making love to the man who had always tried to make everything better in her life; who would protect her with his last breath; who would die trying to please her. For her, he had fixed her skinned knees, given her life back and now was pleasing her body as he had done so many times before she got married. He had taught her how to forget her horrors and how to have orgasms. Now her mind was spinning with thousands of thoughts; her body wanted release but wanted please him more. 

His body had the mechanics of sex well mastered and it knew her passion was not free. Mandy's mind helped her body arch and suck for the sperm to make her a mother. She saw, her mate was not quite there, the tendons in his neck stood proud, sweat beaded on his brow. True pain rippled through his body, gathering all that he had to pass on. She cried out in controlled bliss and thrust evenly, even gently against him. His body went rigid as it withstood cramping ripples and his cock danced over the mouth of her cervix. Millie's mind felt her body fill with his sperm.

As Mandy recovered from an average orgasm, she realized she had not felt what mom said she would feel. It was just like she had learned to do for twenty years with Greg, pleasant. She was disappointed. Yet, Uncle Jim seemed satisfied. She did not want to say anything and make him sad.

We all saw the new light sparkling almost evilly from his eyes. He nuzzled his face next to Mandy's ear and whispered, but we all heard, "I am going to ask you to give me the greatest gift in the world."

Mandy was confused. This was her day. Mom was wrong. Now Jim wanted something from her.

"Remember years ago when you learned to trust your body and we would be physical and passionate? Remember how your body could be demanding? Remember the days you let the wild animal part of you take what it wanted from me?"

"Yes."

"You withheld your wildness from me, tonight. Just once more, let me feel that from you. Let me feel the untamed, wild demand to be pleased from your body again."

He did not wait for Mandy's answer. His French kisses were not soft, they were demanding. His fingers in her pussy were not foreplay; they were moving only to make her cum. She did not respond quick enough for him. "I asked too much from you. I'm sorry. That passion was too long ago; it is not alive in you anymore. I had hoped to feel the naughtiest, wildest and dirtiest demands explode from you, just one more time in my life."

He went down on her and his fingers pushed her g-spot hard and his lips went for the ridge his fingers made under her clit. She had cum but this was already better. He slowed. Mandy stayed quiet. His voice was sad, "Your body can't demand from me and take what you want anymore?"

I don't know where my sister's words came from. The entire world, except this room, did not exist for her. She was instantly very angry. She wanted to prove him wrong. Her body was now filled with demand to be fucked and pleased. We were all shocked when our soft spoken sister spouted, "Quit talking you son of a bitch. If you are going to eat pussy and make me cum, then do it." 

He got her close and backed off. She grabbed his hair and forced his face where she wanted it. She cursed him. Her stomach rippled and her belly cramped and still the ass hole backed off again. She had never used the language that just flooded from her. It really hurt her not to continue on to release.

Uncle Jim was waiting for her passion, her anger and her physical power. The gentle impregnating love making was a distant memory. He grabbed her and flipped her onto her hands and knees, "I am going to fuck you within an inch of your life for my pleasure. I wish you were still passionate enough to be my equal and take from me too."

His left arm grasped her around the waist and lifted her knees off the bed. The head of his cock was harder and bigger than I had ever seen it. The shaft throbbed but his helmet throbbed in a different way. It thrust hard hitting the side of her pussy; she wiggled and spread her legs wider. He thrust harder, driving his cock deep and hard against her cervix. Mandy groaned in pain but he did not quit thrusting. She cursed him. 

He slapped her ass hard and noisily. It really hurt her and she cursed him with over twenty years of pent up anger -- her rape, her fights with her husband, supressed frustrations and disappointments. 

Her knees were not touching the bed. He was holding her weight and she was impaled so his cock was burrowing into her too shallow sheath. The more she cursed him, the harder he spanked her right ass cheek.

He never missed a stroke when he ordered Mary, Ellen and me, "Do it now. Cum so I can smell your juices, hear your moans and know you are cuming with me."

Inside Mandy, something adjusted, she was taking him. He was using her, not expecting her to be his equal and he had asked her to add her juices and smell to excite him. He pulled and sat back going deeper and giving her pain again. He threw pillows in front of her and put her knees on them. This raised her higher and his arm didn't hold her as tight. This put great pressure on the underside of his cock to rake along her clit on every in and out stroke into her belly. Mandy moaned. He challenged her, "What's wrong little girl. You can curse and wiggle but you can't take a cock?"

God that made her angry, she thrashed and struggled; he held her in place and kept thrusting. The more Mandy struggled the more she came and the more his cock abused her clit. Her juices were flowing down his cock, down his balls and dripping onto the bed. She heard their audience cuming too, but only her climax mattered to her. The audience couldn't hide it now; one climax after another, they cried out and went over the top only to start cuming again.

Mandy's insides adjusted again. His long smooth strokes stretched into her, forever sliding across her tender clit, showing no mercy. Her clit had no protection; it was swollen and completely out of its sheath; it was slippery, both wanting and dreading his next slide across it. This was a wild male animal taking his pleasure. 

Mandy felt fire and demand in her cunt. Married sex does not prepare any woman for Uncle Jim. He kept thrusting. I lost count of Mandy's and my climaxes. Hers were different. They were gradually getting stronger but she was tiring. He reached under her and twisted her left nipple harshly. 

She screamed at him, "You God Damn Son of a Bitch, that fucking hurt." He slammed into her harder and slapped her ass harder. It didn't hurt so much. Her body was thrusting back at him on its own. Damn it for letting him know. Mandy was really getting into all this wildness, pain and pleasure.

As he settled into a thrusting rhythm, Mandy's squeezing, contracting pussy was learning to take the sensitive strokes. He pulled her higher and the pressure inside her and on her clit increased. Her next climax started her hips bucking and vibrating. He reached under and twisted her other nipple. She cried out but did not curse him. She felt the lips of her pussy swelling, her clit was fully exposed, the insides of her body had opened for him and she felt her womb turn and kiss at the tip of his cock on each of his hard, jarring thrusts.

Mandy tied three rough, ever more sensitive climaxes together and started to sink down.

Uncle Jim pleaded, "Please. Please Mandy, for me, go for one more. I need to cum. Hate me but fuck me. Let me pour into your body. Don't hold it back from me."

She had to give what he asked. Her body went wild on a surge of adrenalin. She was not coordinated. He was holding on to stay inside her now. She could feel her stomach muscles and her cunt's muscles contracting and sucking him, making him dance deep inside her. We all heard him groan and watched his body begin to throb. He seemed to swell inside her. She pushed back with all her might. The tip of his cock centered on her open cervix and his back was stiff as a board. 

His body surrendered to her female strength. He struggled to stay upright and give her what he had promised. We saw his body spasm and knew his first powerfully launched rope laced into her and the climaxing expression on her twisted face showed surprise. Something was different. 

Mandy's climax rose higher and tighter around him. Jim shuddered inside her, slamming into her ass. The sucking lips of her cervix, captured his second and third spurt of cum, taking every drop into the depths of her womb. Her body was torturing him with too much sensitive pleasure. We watched his face contort and his body shake to endure what Mandy's body was demanding from him.

Later, Mandy told us, she felt her cervix open over the tip of his cock and suck him tight. She said, that from far away, she could hear her mom's words and Mary's reminder to trust Jim and she would know when she was pregnant. She felt each of his pulses shoot deep and be instantly sucked completely into her womb. She knew. She was pregnant. The baby was made in an instant of uncontrolled, boundless, angry, physical, wild animal passion. 

Mandy slid down and Jim turned her to hold her face to face. His wet, throbbing but softening cock slid on her stomach. She started to say something but his lips closed over hers and they shared breaths and life as they recovered. In a few minutes, Uncle Jim put his fingers to Mandy's lips to keep her quiet. He said, "Just feel your body for a while. It is different now." 

She looked so peaceful, so satisfied, so complete. I needed to shout and tell my sisters and Ellen. Their expressions said they already knew. When I looked at Jim, tears were rolling freely down his face. He did not care if Mandy saw, but he tried to hide them from us. I stayed quiet while they held each other, caressed and shared in the unspoken knowledge they both had.

A few weeks later, Jim did not go to the "Pee on the Stick" party that confirmed that Mandy was pregnant. A week after that Janet shared the news with only him that she had an inoperable colon cancer. Toward the end, her daughters could not stay with her. Her pain and the smell of cancer killing their mother were too much. 

Each day Jim held Janet. Finally, hospice personnel told him, Janet had less than two weeks. Heavily drugged, in his arms, she could not hear the long hours, he talked to her, told her he had loved her from the third grade and apologized for not being the handsome, polished man she dreamed about from reading her movie magazines and dreaming of the bright lights of a bustling big, vibrant, twenty-four hour city.

In a few months Jason James Cameron was born. The "James" was for Uncle Jim. Jason had more green in his eyes than Mary, Mandy or Millie but just about the same amount as Ellen had. Greg and Mandy were happier and closer; they moved into Jim's house. Mary, her husband and kids, including Ellen moved into Janet's house. Mary and Jim taught Greg and Mandy how to keep the orchards profitable and healthy.

Four years to the day after Janet's death, Jim died. The doctors could not explain why. He had often worked on a "Box of Memories" he called it. It was plainly marked to be opened a year after his death.

"Dear Mary, Mandy, Millie and Ellen,

"I held Mary, Mandy and Millie first when they were born. I suspected each time, way back then. Their skin was like Janet's but they were long, lean and they wiggled with the wild uneasiness that has always been a part of me. The touch of green in their eyes haunted me but I believed what Janet told me until I met Ellen again when she was nineteen. Except for being female, she is me; I felt it in every cell of her. I could no longer deny it; I know Mary, Mandy and Millie are my daughters and that Ellen is my granddaughter.

"I dreamed of meeting up with Fran's soul for many, many years, now I know it is not possible. She is in heaven and I've had a family with Janet and then made love with three generations -- Janet, all my daughters and one granddaughter. I do not have a single regret, so I cannot repent. Touching each of you and your mother were second only to my short years with Fran. My body flew watching Fran and it flew watching each of you. I have stumbled through life mostly falling short of God's rules. Still I know that I truly loved each of you all the years that I knew you. Thank each of you for being who you are and letting me love you.

"Mandy, I hope you will tell Jason the truth after he is grown and married. Tell him he was conceived with you cursing, screaming, "Fuck me harder," being spanked hard, with your insides sucking and tripping from one demanding animal climax to another. Don't mention me. Some things are secrets. That truth will explain the wildness he feels and that others see in his green eyes. He will not be shocked but love you more.




Uncle Jim & Five Related Women Pt. 06



"You may have a few questions. If you want to know good and horrible truths about your dad or Uncle Jim, ramble through this small box, otherwise walk away from it.

 Love, 

 Uncle Jim"

Mandy noticed a piece of badly stained cloth that resembled the dress she was raped in. The only way it could be in that box was if her Uncle Jim got it from the van and rapists that were never found. The second thing they found was their mother's pencil box from the fifth grade where Jim had written, "Someday I will marry you and we will have wonderful kids." The third thing was a stack of love letters to and from Fran. The forth thing was a list dating each rejection their mother had given him for his proposals spanning fifty years. There were many more items in the box but these items were too much; the sisters closed the box and put it in the attic of his house. 

Mary, Mandy and Millie had to face that Uncle Jim had known from the day of their birth that they were his daughters. He did not know why Janet would not tell him, but he protected her secret past her life and his. "Uncle Jim" had knowingly made love to each of his daughters when they came to him. 

Mandy had to face that he had killed because someone hurt her and knowingly committed incest to make her life complete. Everything black and white was suddenly gray. Everything loving from Uncle Jim was still filled with love.

Over the years "Little Jim" had eyes that became brighter, more dark sparkling green and deeper than the sea. The orchards were more successful and the two houses provided more than enough space for all of Jim's and Janet's extended family. 

There were little regrets. Mary never felt the whip again. I never squirted again, got to pretend to be Fran again or went back to the water fall. Mandy walked, held hands and talked with Greg most evenings but she never felt the deep unconditional accepting love and peace she shared with Uncle Jim. She only had one child and she always saw Uncle Jim in his eyes. Ellen visited the old windmill often but never got into the trough's cool water again to feel naked toes tickle between her legs.