****** Say UNCLE! by RavenLoveChild ******
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Say UNCLE!


Say UNCLE!, by RavenLoveChild (ravenlovechild@hotmail.com)

There I was, the day before my 18th birthday, at home, on my ass, grounded. I
knew I shouldn't have let Robyn sign that note from the principal. He called
and asked mom if she had, in fact, signed the note confirming that I was sick
at home in bed for two days. Shit. I wondered if being grounded on one's 18th
birthday would have some funky psychological impact later in life. It had an
impact all right.

Friday night. Four hours before I became somewhat legal, and I'm grounded.
Robyn and I had it all planned out. Hang outside of the Lizard Lounge until
midnight, and then BLAMMO! Whip out the ID, and saunter my ass on in. We
imagined that word would get to the deejay, and he'd play some ambient-synth
version of Happy Birthday just for me. My eyes were welling up when the
doorbell rang.

My mom yelled from the kitchen for me to get the door. "Yeah, sure, okay,
whatever, mom," I said, before mumbling under my breath something about being a
doormaid in addition to being grounded. I swung open the door to find a Tasty
Morsel standing before me. He was about 6'2", steel-blue eyes, dark curly hair,
and a smile that made my knees buckle.

"Hi! Sierra, right? Wow! You look great!" he said. Holy-sweet-screaming-jeezus,
I thought. He knows my name! Then I remembered the conversation Robyn and I had
earlier today at lunch about hiring a tasty morsel to keep me company for the
evening while mom and dad were out partying.

"Oh... My... God... she fucking did it!" I whispered. I leaned outside and
whispered to him, "Hey, is there any way you can come back in about 20 minutes?
My parents are still here. If you have other appointments, don't send anyone
else. I REALLY like you."

Tasty Morsel said, "Uhmmmm.... I, uh, think you may ha-" And was cut off by
dad, who ran up behind me from the living room. "Well it's about damned time
you got here! I was getting worried!" dad said. Oh, this is entirely too weird,
I thought. DAD hired an escort for me? I felt faint.

"Well, come on in, John! We have a dinner party to go to at the CEO's house. I
couldn't get out of it. At least you'll have Sierra to keep you company. Right,
honey?" Dad and Tasty, I mean "John", turned to see me in a head tilt of
confusion, much like the RCA dog.

I didn't hear the question, because I was going through the rolodex of people
I'd met named John, and wondering why he brought this guy over here to hang
out. "Huh? What?" I stammered.

"Never mind," Dad said. "What's with that face, Sierra? Don't tell me you don't
remember your UNCLE John?"

I put on my most convincing fake smile and said, "Oh wow! It's been a while,
hasn't it?" Throughout that entire exchange, I heard the word UNCLE echoing in
my brain, metaphysically slapping me on each "UN".

John said, "Yeah, about 10 years. Did your dad not tell you I was coming into
town?" I shook my head while hearing COMING, COMING, COMING, CUMMMMMING! I hate
that voice in my head. It was that Superfreak part of the brain. You know, id,
ego, superfreak. Fuckin' Freud.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you," dad said. "He's in town for a week for a
convention, and he'll be staying in the guest room." I was wondering why they
bought a motherlode of food when they were going out. Shit. I thought they were
feeling guilty for having grounded me, and planned a surprise birthday party.
This "grounded" thing is having a psychological impact on me already.

Then, I remembered the John from 10 years ago. Dad's youngest brother (the
oops! baby), 18 years old, fighting acne and a bad haircut, and fondling some
blonde skank that wore Exclamation! that made me hate that fragrance to this
day. "What happened to you?" I blurted out.

My Tasty UNcle replied, "Life, my hairstylist, and Retin A." I smiled and
skipped up the stairs to my room.

I closed the door, and sat on my bed. I needed help, some guidance, and Robyn
was going out with her Toy-of-the-Month. The committee in my brain called an
emergency meeting. "Okay, what am I gonna do?" I said to myself.

The discussion panel began.

"You're not gonna do a damned thing!"

"He's your uncle! There are laws!"

"No, this is different. He's her UNcle."

"Yeah, her Tasty UNcle."

Being a Libra, I have as many bad voices as good voices. I had to be fair, ya
know.

"I can't seduce my UN.. I mean, UNcle in my parents' house! Jeez! He already
knows that I'm hot for him!"

"Maybe not. He probably thought that you thought he was a stripper, not an
escort."

"But still! He knows. Should I just play it off?"

"Yeah, it's the right thing to do. Don't bring it up..."

"Go X-Files on him, and deny everything."

"Okay. That's do-able..."

Superfreak spoke up... "So is he." I smirked my wicked smirk. Wait, I thought.
I can't even go there.

"You'll be 18 in 3 hours and 26 minutes," Superfreak chimed in.

I _am_ adopted, so it's not like it's incest, or anything, I thought. I shook
my head violently. Stop it! Just ignore it, and it'll be fine. Meeting
adjourned.

***

I heard mom and dad leave about 15 minutes later. I walked into the hall, and
heard John in the guest bedroom unpacking, and humming along with a song on the
radio.

The phone rang, and I ran down the stairs into the kitchen to answer it. It was
Robyn. "Hey wummin, can I borrow your black suede jacket? I just got some boots
to go with it. I just gotta look ruly tonite!" she said.

"Yeah, c'mon over and pick it up."

"What's up, buttercup? You sound funky."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do," she sang. There were some moments in your life when you wish your
best friend didn't know you so well. This was one of them.

"No, Robyn, I'm fine. Just bummed about the Lizard Lounge thing is all."

"You lying little shit," she giggled. "I'll be there in 10 minutes, and have
Rob, no wait, Rog pick me up there." And hung up just as I was about to
protest.

I sighed and opened the freezer. Yeah, buddy. Mom bought the B&J. I did my
famous happy dance, grabbed the pint, and found my "B&J" spoon. As I was
turning to leave the kitchen, I heard a voice say, "What's the Lizard Lounge
thing that you're bummed about?"

Shit. He saw me doing the happy dance. "Oh, that. Well, tomorrow's my 18th
birthday, and I'm grounded for two weeks for skipping school. My friend and I
were gonna go to the Lizard Lounge tonight and wait until midnight when I could
get in."

"That sounds like an awesome way to ring in your 18th. I'm sorry it's not gonna
happen. Hey, tell you what. No matter what I'm doing on the day of your 21st
birthday, I'll come and take you to a 21 & up club. I can see you like
dancing." Fuck. There was that knee-bucking smile again. Superfreak was doing
the happy dance in my head.

"Yeah, that would be awesome!" Did I sound too excited, or not excited enough?
Why was I worrying about what he thought? Then he said, "You probably wouldn't
wanna go out with me then, though. I'll be 31, and I'm your uncle."

"First of all, Uncle John, you don't look or act your age, and second of all, I
like older guys." Did I just hear myself say that? Then I remembered my advice
and ignored that last statement, and casually walked into the living room with
my B&J.

I sat down on the floor, and flipped to MTV. I was engrossed in INXS' 'Need You
Tonite' when the doorbell rang. Robyn slowly strolled into the living room with
a shit-eating grin on her face. She plopped down beside me, grabbing a spoonful
of B&J. "Soooo... nothing's the matter, huh?" she asked.

Staring blankly at the TV, I answered, "Nope. Everything's fine."

"Look me in the face and say that."

I couldn't lie to her, and she knew it. Still, I tried to play it off. "Can't.
New video getting ready to come on."

"He is Tasty Morsel extraordinaire! That's what's buggin' you! Don't make me
get loud and obnoxious, girl, you better talk to me," she threatened.

I folded. "Alright! You got me! I'm dealing with it, okay?" I started to tell
her about how I thought she hired him, when John poked his head around the
corner and said, "I've got some lecture notes to go over, so I'll be upstairs
for about an hour, 'kay?"

"'Kay!" we said in unison. He smiled and went upstairs.

Once I heard his door close, I told her about my hormones having a tendency to
run amuck, and how I could never even think about boinking my UNcle.
Fortunately, she agreed with me, and added that if my parents found out, I'd be
sent to Charter, and John would be banned forever from the family.
Unfortunately, the Superfreak was still up and lurking about.

"You're speaking the truth, Robyn, but the fact is, I squirm when he speaks, or
walks by, or just breathes in my general direction! What am I gonna do?" I was
almost in tears. This was torture. NO Lizard Lounge at midnight, NO boinkfest
with Tasty Morsel, NO more B&J, NO Robyn, NO justice, NO peace. NO Good Karma.

Robyn looked at me sympathetically, and said, "Look, I went through the same
thing with Mickey. You remember Mickey? My 1st cousin?" How could I forget? He
was a Henry Rollins clone. I squirmed, and nodded.

"Exactly, girl. I handled it, and it worked."

"What? How?"

"Knocked off!" she said.

RCA-dog head tilt.

"You know what I mean! Masturbate!"

I got embarrassed immediately. This was the first self-stimulation conversation
I've ever had with anyone. I played with myself all the time, especially after
lousy dates, but I'd never talk about it! And here was my best friend telling
me to do so, or end up in Charter. What a birthday. Whacking off in the corner,
thinking of my UNcle.

"Did it help you?" I asked.

"Am I in Charter?" she retorted.

Then I noticed that the committee in my head quieted down, and urged me to do
it also. For the sake of my sanity, my family, mankind. So be it. I was happy I
had a solution. Robyn ruled.

Her date, Rob/Rog rang the doorbell, and she went to answer it while I fished
my black jacket out of the closet. She had forgotten which it was, and I asked
him his name "for me". It was Rog. She bounded out the door, and said she'd
call me at midnight to wish me a happy birthday. I yelled after her that I
already forgave her because she'll be otherwise occupied.

***

I went and sat on the floor, and attempted to master my art of watching 14
programs, 35 seconds at a time. In the midst of flipping channels, I caught a
glimpse of a tit, and heard panting. Oh my. Basic Instinct was on cable. I had
no choice but to watch it. I was a slave to my hormones.

After the famous back-scratching scene, I was drenched in a cold sweat. I had
to take care of this quick. As I was going up the stairs, John came down the
stairs, and said, "Hey, I'm gonna go rent some movies, wanna come?"

WANNA COME? WANNA COME? COME, COME, CUMMMMM? I shuddered, and had to grip the
railing so it wouldn't be obvious. The railing wobbled. "Huh. That's gotten
wobbly. Oh, do I wanna come, I mean go? Nah, I was about to hop in the shower."
Real smoooooth, slick.

"Will you be up when I get back? I'll nuke some popcorn for us."

"You don't have a date lined up for tonight?" I teased.

"No, I have a girlfriend in Austin."

I felt as if a blowdart had pierced me in the jugular. I rubbed my neck, and
said, "I figured you'd have a girlfriend somewhere. Yeah, I'll watch vids with
you. I'll see you when you get back."

"Okay then." That fucking smile oozed out again, and he left.

***

I felt scummy from the cold sweats, and decided to take a hot shower first. In
the bathroom, as I was reaching for the shower knob, I saw my hand trembling.
Jeezus, I was a wreck! I had to calm down quick, and I knew the shower wouldn't
help things. Especially after Basic Instinct.

I went downstairs to the bar, looking for the coconut rum. Yeah, buddy! Happy
dance! I grabbed the bottle, a beer glass, ice, and a bottle of Pepsi.
Upstairs, I made the strongest Malibu & Pepsi known to man. I polished it off
in two swigs. That was really nice and smooooooth.

I was glad that mom and dad went to that party. I always had to sneak the
Malibu when they were in the house. Now I had the whole fucking bottle to
myself. And I decided it was my birthday present/peace pipe from them to me.
They always said that once I turned 18, I could drink in the house.

I got undressed and stepped in the shower. It was a wonderful shower, the water
was hot, and I had a new loofah sponge, and bath gels. I was so euphoric from
the shower and adult beverage, I had temporarily forgotten about my Tasty
UNcle.

After drying off, I prepared another wonderfully smoooooth Malibu & Pepsi, and
gulped half of it down. Everything was looking very rosy now. At least until
Superfreak tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me of my UNcle. My Tasty UN
UN UN Unnnnnhhhhh........

I'll take care of you once and for all, Superfreak. I slammed the rest of the
drink, ripped off my robe, turned off my light, and crawled into bed. It was a
bit chilly, so I pulled the duvet over me.

I relaxed into the pillow, and spread my thighs. My eyes closed, and I was not
at home in bed, on my ass, grounded. I imagined that I went to the video store
with UNcle John, and we're in his car, on a dark street. His face was right in
front of mine, those steel blue eyes looking right at me. He'd lean in to kiss
me. I licked my lips and moaned.

I began touching my body. First, my breasts, caressing them gently. "My, how
you've grown," he'd tell me. I licked my fingertips and rolled my nipple
between my thumb and index finger. Oh, his hands are wonderful.

I rubbed my belly, and lightly scraped it with my fingernails. "I feel
butterflies, Uncle John." I murmured. My fingers ran through my pubic hair, and
tugged lightly. "Please touch me there, Uncle John. Please touch my cunt."

I rubbed my entire pussy, pressing the palm of my hand against my clit. I
started squirming and moaning softly. Again, I licked my fingers, but this time
I rubbed my clit. I felt myself getting wetter by the second.

I then pushed my middle finger inside, and gasped. Man, I was even wetter than
I thought! I began stroking the finger in and out, feeling John's mouth, his
tongue, and his hard cock pressed against my leg. My Uncle John was
fingerfucking me deep in my mind.

He asked if I wanted another finger inside, and I moaned a weak, "yes". In
another finger went, stroking hard, slow, and deep. "Please go faster, UNcle."
Faster he went. My breathing became rhythmic, and unbeknownst to me, louder.

My mind was reeling. The faster I fucked myself, the harder I pressed my palm
to my clit. I've never fucked myself into a such a frenzy before. I lost
control. "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... please... don't stop, uncle." It was
almost like a chant. I was hypnotized, caught up in my own drunken frenzy.

Then I felt it. Way deep inside. That tiny little belly tremble that tells you
you're about to lose your fucking mind. "Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, god, oh, oh,
unnnnnnhhhhhh........"

"Sierra?!?!?!"

No fucking way. I screamed, and looked past the foot of my bed to find UNcle
John standing in the doorway. "I called for you from downstairs, and you didn't
answer, so I came up here to see if you were asleep."

I was buzzing hard, and denied the pleasure of having my well-earned orgasm.
Shit, I had to catch my breath. I had to calm down, quick.

Alcohol puts the Superfreak in control, and I was fighting with everything I
had in me. I was winning. My breathing slowed.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a not too unpleasant manner.

Panting, I answered, "Nothing, Unncle."

He walked over to the bed, and knelt down on the floor. His face was _right_ in
front of mine! My breathing picked up a little.

He sniffed and added, "Oh, so you're the Malibu thief! Your dad said that you
like it even more than I do. How many have you had?"

"Two." I pointed at the 32-oz. tumbler on the opposite nightstand.

"Holy shit! You drank two of those?!?!"

"It's my birthday, and I was celebrating." It was becoming obvious to UNcle
that I was under the influence of something other than alcohol. He decided to
toy with me.

"You were celebrating, alone, in your room, in the dark, naked, in bed." He
raised his eyebrow. "What else were you doing?"

My eyes widened. "I, I told you, nothing."

"You better be lucky that you're turning 18, or else I'd have to spank you for
lying." Was that a wicked laugh I heard? Superfreak told me, yeah, it was.
You're in trouble now.

Then, I heard it. The two words that prompted me to skip school for two days.
The two words that have gotten me into trouble many times before. The two words
that come from somewhere so deep in my psyche, Superfreak even freaks out. The
two words: FUCK IT.

***

"Do you really wanna know what I was doing?" I asked.

He replied, "I know what you were doing, I just wanna hear you say it."

"You want me to tell you that I was touching myself, don't you?"

His eyes narrowed into a sexy leer. "Not quite what I wanted to hear, but it's
a start."

Again. FUCK IT.

I gave the sexiest smirk of all smirks in smirkdom, and cooed, "I was fucking
myself into a frenzy and was about to cum all over these pretty sheets when you
walked in, UNCLE."

"Wow. So all of that moaning was just a buildup to your orgasm? You must
explode when you cum."

"Don't you?"

"Oh, yeah. So, you're still on the verge of an explosion right now, eh?"

"Mmm hmmm."

"Oh you poor baby. Don't let me stop you. Continue with what you were doing."

I smiled. "You don't understand, John. In my head, _you_ were doing to me what
I was doing to myself."

"I was hoping you weren't masturbating to uncle Leon. He's 59! I know you like
older guys but-"

"Uncle John?" My breathing was shallow and rhythmic now.

"Yes baby?" he purred.

I moaned and writhed under my duvet. "Please help me. I wanna cum so bad it
hurts."

He took off his shirt, and crawled under the duvet. He laid on his side right
next to me. He caressed my breasts, and told me how lovely I was. I smiled and
closed my eyes.

Then I felt his breath on my face. I leaned in closer to kiss him. He kissed me
passionately and I felt the belly tremble again. He must have felt it too,
because his hand slid from my breasts to my belly.

My moaning turned into animalistic grunts. I could tell that the thought of my
losing control excited him, because he pressed his cock harder into my thigh.

I spread my thighs apart, and guided his hand down to my pubic hair. He grabbed
a handful, and tugged--Hard. I gasped, and felt the eruption. "Oh, Uncle,
please go inside, I wanna feel your hands down there."

He looked right into my eyes and slid his two middle fingers inside. They were
3 times the size of mine. "Unnnnnnhhhhh! That hurts, Uncle John."

"I know, baby, but you like the pain, otherwise you would've pushed me away,"
he said. "Right, Sierra?"

He was right. I had only been with teenage boys fresh out of puberty who hadn't
had a chance to mature yet. This pain was real, and it was very erotic.

He started stroking his fingers in and out slowly, telling me to roll my hips
into his fingers. His voice was so silky, and deep, I would've taken a hot
poker up the ass if he had asked.

I grinded deeper and deeper, and I felt it coming. "Unnnhhhh.... I'm
cummmmmmming..... harder.... mmm... mm... mmore pain... faster, unnncle...
pleeeease!"

This excited him immediately, that I begged for more pain. He gave it to me. I
was bucking my hips uncontrollably, crying and coming at the same time.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! OOOoooohhhh, yessssss!
nnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!"

Whoa. That was intense.

Everyone in my head was doing the happy dance--except Superfreak. Superfreak
needed more. Sierra needed more, and to my amazement, Tasty Morsel UNcle John
needed more.

***

The Tasty Morsel Uncle John was glaring at me, as if he were in a rage. I
smiled at him and said, "If you want it, take it." His shorts were off in a
nanosecond.

He pounced on top of me and forced himself between my thighs, grunting.
Aggression was new to me, but I had always wanted it. I felt the meaty tip of
his cock at the opening of my cunt and gasped.

I got scared. "Uncle, please be gentle until I'm used to it, okay?"

"You can and WILL take it at full throttle NOW! Do you understand?" He was
glaring at me like a demon. I was terrified, but I didn't wanna stop.

I whimpered, "I understand, uncle." His cock had to be about 9 inches long, and
1/3 as wide. I felt like I was being ripped in half! My cunt burned, ached, and
throbbed. But it made me hotter and wetter with every thrust.

I was grunting in pain, and pleasure. We had crossed the boundaries of
lovemaking, and went into bestial, netherworld, fire and brimstone demon-
fucking.

The harder he thrust, more I cried and laughed. I realized tears were streaming
down my face from the pain. The tears he saw on my face were like fuel to the
fire. He pounded harder and harder.

Just when I knew I was about to lose consciousness, I felt the tiny little
belly tremble, the next thrust caused the eruption. "UNNNNNNNNNNCLE JOHNNNNNN!
NNNNNGGGGGHHHH! CUMMMMMMMMMING! YES, MORE, HARDER, HARDER, YES, UN-"

"CAN SOMEBODY TELL ME JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!?!?" a voice
boomed.

I looked over Uncle John's shoulder and saw--my dad.

John shrieked. "Doug!"

****************

Even to this day, I've never been so fucking terrified in my life. I was so
mortified that I couldn't even scream. All I could muster was a weak "Daddy?"

"John, why are you fucking my daughter?" he asked.

Even John was too terrified to move. "Uhm, I, uhhhh..." To my surprise, I felt
his cock grow a tad bigger inside me. I squirmed underneath him.

"Daddy, it's not his fault." I said.

"So you seduced your uncle? Is that what you're trying to tell me, Sierra?" he
replied.

I looked up at John and noticed that he was totally getting off on getting
caught. He pushed himself deeper inside me. I grunted.

"Yes." I murmured.

Daddy looked over and saw the Malibu and Pepsi, and the knocked over 32-ounce
tumbler. "I said you could drink in the house once you turned 18, and now you
take it upon yourself to fuck my brother also?"

Dad's voice wasn't altogether angry anymore. I tried to deny that I saw lust in
his eyes. I attempted to scramble from underneath John, but I received a very
painful thrust. I couldn't help but respond. "Uuunnnnggghhh..."

"Go on, finish what you started then. I didn't raise a quitter." Was that DAD
that just said that? He was wanting me to finish the task of being nailed by my
uncle! That was a little too much.

I tried to sit up and make a break for the bathroom, when I felt FOUR hands on
my arms and shoulders. John pinned me down, and my dad pinned me down as well.
"I told you to finish, now FINISH!" I started crying. "No daddy. I don't want
to." I whimpered. He sat down on the chair next to my bed and said nothing.

"Where's mom?" I asked.

"Sleeping with Dr. Jack Daniels and Prince Valium. You can scream your head off
if you want to. She won't hear you. And what if she could hear you? What do you
think she'd do if she knew that you were in bed, with your uncle's fat cock
between your thighs?" Oh, my god. I've never heard dad talk like that before.

I then tried to convince myself it was a dream. Between the funk of being
grounded, hanging on the verge of an orgasm, and a total of 64 ounces of
alcohol, I convinced myself it was a dream. LET'S PLAY, said Superfreak.

I looked dad right in the eyes, and said, "Fuck me, John."

John whispered, "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. Make me cum for my daddy." I replied. The utmost wicked smile
came across my face as I felt John begin to ramrod me.

Dad was sitting there, watching. Squirming. He had the same demonic look in his
eye that Uncle John had. I wondered if he looked like John when he was his age.
I felt myself get wetter.

I licked my lips while looking at dad. John thrust his cock into me so hard, I
let out an animal grunt. Oh, this was way more than I bargained for.

"You're a fucking pervert, Doug, you know that? Watching your daughter get
fucked by her uncle."

John said. "Mmmmmm... yes, daddy's a pervie alright. Ooooohhhhh, you're a
pervert daddy." I said, and rocked my hips into John's.

I said to John, still looking at dad, "That feels so good, John. Go deeper.
Make it hurt, uncle."

If this was a dream, I figured that I'd make daddy pay for grounding me.

When John saw how I was taunting dad, he began pummeling me with his cock. The
pain was totally awesome. "Ow, ow, ow," I said with each downstroke, still
looking at dad, with tears streaming down my face, smiling.

Even though John was getting a kick out of me teasing dad, he still wanted
attention. He pulled me by the hair, forcing me to stare deep into his eyes.
"Look at me, dammit! I'm the one fucking you. Don't even close your eyes. Just
look at ME." John said hungrily. I obliged him. He kissed me hard, and deep.
His tongue was the most delicious I'd ever tasted.

He felt me getting wetter and wetter. I started breathing rhythmically, and
moaning. I then felt my belly tremble. My ability to speak was about to abandon
me. "Oh, god... John? John?" My eyes were trying to roll back in my head. I was
forcing them open. "Unnnnhhhh... unnncle John? I, I, I, mmmmm... wanna,
yesssss, wanna, cummmmmmmm."

His eyes were gleaming. "Yes baby, cum for your uncle. Good girl." He began to
stroke his cock inside me real slow, real deep. I was breathing really hard,
and started to cum. I could no longer keep my eyes open. The second I closed my
eyes, I felt a burst of cold air. Then, something heavy pounced on me.

"Daddy! Noooooo! Don't!" Too late. I felt dad's longer, fatter, meatier cock
sliding deep inside my pussy. Unbeknownst to me, while John was fucking me, dad
had gotten undressed. It hurt so bad, but so good. This was a very bad thing. I
think.

"Come on, baby. You know you like this cock. Tell daddy it feels good. Better
yet, SHOW daddy how good it feels." He grunted.

"Please, daddy... mmmmmmmm... don't... wrong.... unnnnggggghhhh!" My body was
already on its way to the most explosive orgasm. I had no control over it.
"Don't! stop it!... DADDY... AHHHHHHHH!"

FUCK IT, it's a dream, right? Oh yeah, FUCK IT!

I grabbed dad's shoulders, wrapped my thighs around his waist, and bucked in
sync with him. He fucked me harder and stronger than John had. Any control or
restraint I had ever had was a distant memory.

"FUCK ME DADDY! YESSSSSSS! FUCK YOUR BABY! MMMMMMGGGGGHHHHH!
CUMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGG! " This explosion was accompanied by a high-pitched
banshee scream, with John howling in the background from his self-induced
orgasm.

Whoa. What a dream, I thought.

"Daddy?" I said after catching my breath.

He looked at me with even more rage than before. "Yes, baby?"

I stammered nervously. "D-Did you cum?"

"Not yet," he said a little too calmly. "How would you like to ride your
daddy?"

"Oh yes, daddy."

I climbed on top of him, and slid down onto this ungodly large cock.
"Mmmmmm.... Jeez, daddy! You're huge!" I cooed. I leaned forward, and kissed
him in the way a daughter should never kiss her daddy. That thought alone made
his kiss taste wonderful.

"You little slut," dad said, and grinned.

"I'm your little slut tonight, daddy." I replied. I was going to fuck him
senseless. Or, so I thought.

He had bent his knees, and he gently laid me back against them. He began
stroking my cunt very slowly from underneath. This is an awesome dream, I
thought. "Close your eyes, Sierra," he said while picking up the Malibu bottle.
I heard him take a drink, and screw the cap back on.

I felt John sit on the bed, and shortly thereafter, I felt his hands on my
shoulders. This was absolute heaven. I then felt dad's finger trace a circle
around my belly button. I would soon find out that he was actually tracing a
bulls-eye.

I opened my eyes. "Daddy?!?!? What are you do-" was all I could say as he drew
the Malibu bottle back and rammed it into my stomach.

"OOOOOmmmph!"

What the fuck?!? I felt an unbearable pain in my belly, and I realized that I
couldn't double over. Uncle John had me pinned against dad's knees! My eyes
welled with tears.

"You're going to get your birthday licks now. Welcome to adulthood, baby."

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