The party was in full swing when I arrived. I didn't know the hosts but a buddy from work had invited me. I didn't want to go but he whined around until I finally agreed. This wasn't my crowd. I'm an outdoors kind of guy. Kayaks, mountain bikes, skiing or surfing and I'm down. Beer and crabs and a bonfire on the beach is more my kind of thing. Corporate sharks, the water they swim in and the bait they pursue, not so much. I'm a petroleum engineer and I go to this kind of thing often enough without attending any extra. I would have a couple of drinks and bow gracefully out.
There were a lot of people there, most of them already in an advanced state of inebriation. The house was industrial, lots of steel beams and concrete and the music was techno. I hung out with my buddy for a while and he introduced me to a cute little redhead. I thought she was cute until I saw the tattoo. Her top didn't quite meet her skirt and there was a snake working its way down under the waistband of her skirt on its way somewhere I didn't want to go. That's a huge turn off to me. The idea of a tattoo artist, probably some pink haired freak with a lot of metal in his face, touching a girl in places only a boyfriend should see makes my skin crawl.
I made the excuse that I had to go to the restroom and eased away. I really did need the bathroom and I made my way up the stairs to find one. I opened a door and it was a bedroom. Some guy was humping away on some slut. I started to close the door and noticed his belt buckle on his pants on the floor. I knew that belt buckle! This was my brother-in-law! I walked over and took him by the hair. I twisted his head up where he could see me. He gasped and tried to stand up. I held him there and snarled in his face.
"Where is Tabor?"
"Jesus, Chris; she's passed out down the hall. Don't tell her! Please, I'll do anything. I didn't mean..."
"Save it," I cut him off. "I don't give a shit, Preston. I better not see you again tonight. Fuck your slut and don't come home tonight. If you do I'm going to fuck you up."
"Wait, she's passed out, don't go down there," he seemed very nervous."
"You just fuck the slut and don't worry about me."
"I'm drunk," he started to say.
I bitch slapped the taste out of his mouth. "If you speak one more word to me I'm going to beat you unconscious," I snarled.
He didn't say another word. I knew he was afraid of me. Most people are when I get mad. I'm six foot six and I weigh two hundred and sixty five pounds. None of it is slack belly either. I won the class four discus and shot state championships in high school and I was competitive in college too. I power lift four days a week and I know I can look pretty intimidating. I went to look for Tabor. Why she married that loser I'll never understand. I don't get her. Put her in a room with a hundred men and she'll pick the worst possible one every time. She's smoking hot and she could have nearly anyone she wants, but she picks a loser like Preston. I popped open doors down the hall. They were all occupied. I found the restroom after the third door and got that problem fixed. The next door I opened had a party going on inside. There were five guys standing around shucking their dicks. They were waiting their turn with the woman on the bed. A sixth was giving it to her and he was humping away. It was Tabor and she was passed out drunk.
I went to the bed and took that guy by the hair and the back of his pants around his knees. I lifted him off my sister and body pressed him over my head. He screamed and I threw him across the room onto his buddies. They crashed to the floor and scrambled around trying to get up. One of them fancied that he was a kung fu master. He did some fancy hand stuff and screamed, jumping up to kick me in the face. He miscalculated. My arm was longer than his leg and I punched him in the face. I hit him pretty hard and he landed on his head on the floor. That took the wind out of their sails and they scrambled for the door.
I turned to look at Tabor. Her clothes were torn up and her pussy was a mess. I don't know how many guys had been in there. Her ass was gaping and at least one had been in there too. I threw a blanket over her and went back to find Preston. I met a guy coming down the hall.
"Going somewhere?" I asked him.
"I heard there's a hot chick pulling a train up here," he said. "Her husband gave her away to fuck some guy's wife."
"The train has left the station," I told him. "Get to stepping, buddy."
He looked me up and down and decided discretion was the better part of valor. I went back to where I had found Preston. He was pulling on his pants and his mouth opened. "I swear to God, Chris; she wanted it," he said, and I hit him. I heard his jaw break and the slut on the bed screamed.
"I think he needs to go to the hospital," I told her. "He fell down the stairs."
I went back down the hall and wrapped the blanket around Tabor. I put her over my shoulder and carried her downstairs and out the door. She puked about halfway to the truck and I held her head until she was done heaving. This wasn't the first time I held her head while she puked. I told myself I should just take her back inside and leave her, but I couldn't. I love my big sister. I always have and even though she's a stupid bitch I couldn't find the resolve to wash my hands of her.
I put her in the truck and drove to her house. I rang the bell and waited. It was late and I figured Stevie was in bed.
After a minute I heard the cover on the peephole slide and she opened the door. Stevie is my niece. She's the sweetest girl I know.
"Hi, Uncle Chris," she hugged me.
"Hi, kid," I squeezed her.
"Is Mom ok?" she asked, peering around me to the truck.
"No, baby; she's drunk as hell, some men had sex with her while she was passed out and I broke your Dad's jaw."
She took it calmly. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to take her home with me and clean her up," I told her. "You're coming too. Pack your suitcase for a long stay and then help me get some things for Tabor."
"Jesus Christ," she fumed. "Why do I have such fucked up parents? I had just fallen asleep!"
"I don't like you to swear," I told her. "I'm sorry, honey, but you can't stay here. Your Dad isn't going to be home for a while. I think he needed to go to the hospital and I'm afraid Tabor will vomit and aspirate it if I leave her. I'm sure as hell not staying here so you have to come to my house."
"I would like to come to your house and stay there for the rest of my life," she said.
"We'll see," I told her. "You can stay for a while anyway."
I think she spent more time at my house than hers anyway. She got suitcases out of the hall closet and gave me one. She went off to her room and I went to Tabor's. I emptied her underwear drawer into it, got her half a dozen pairs of jeans and a bunch of t-shirts. Stevie came in and she put socks and sneakers in and we got her personal stuff out of the bathroom. I carried the suitcases to the truck and Stevie came out carrying her laptop and her iPod dock.
I drove to my house and pulled into the garage. Stevie carried the stuff in and put it in the spare bedrooms while I carried Tabor in and put her on the sofa. I went to my bathroom and ran the tub full of water and bubble bath. Stevie came in and told me she was very tired. I kissed her and she went off to bed. When she closed the door I started undressing Tabor. Her dress was ruined and so was her bra. She was missing her panties and I just picked her up and carried her to the tub. She was semi-conscious now and I lowered her into the water. She murmured a protest about it being too hot but I ignored her.
"Going to be sick," she mumbled. I jumped up and got a basin out from under the sink just in time. She puked her guts up while I held her head. I laid her back in the water and went and dumped the basin in the toilet. I flushed it and rinsed it out. When I had it clean I went back to the tub and began to wash Tabor. There was dried cum in her hair and on her face. Her left nipple was cut and she had bruises already beginning to show on both boobs. I washed her until her skin glowed and went to get a towel off the rack. She was a little more aware when I drained the tub and picked her up. I made her stand up while I dried her off. She was very wobbly and braced herself against me. When I had her dry I carried her into the bedroom and put her in bed. I showered and went and got in with her. I was afraid she would puke again so I took the basin. She stirred when I got in and her eyes opened. They were unfocused and it took her a minute.
"Christopher?" she mumbled. "What are you doing here? How ... what happened ... where am I?"
"You're at my house," I told her. "I found you at a party passed out in a bedroom. Your charming and gracious husband traded you for some guy's wife. There were six guys in the room fucking you when I found you. You're a mess and you're going to feel like hell tomorrow."
She started to cry. It got worse and worse. Great wracking sobs shook her body and she was shaking and trembling. It was breaking my heart and I pulled her over against me and held her.
"It's over now, Tab. I've got you. You're safe now. It's over."
I petted her and stroked her until she stopped shaking. "It's going to be ok, Tab," I told her over and over. "You just need to sleep. It's going to be ok."
She sobbed herself to sleep and I just held her. Her naked body felt soft and sleek against me and I rebuked myself for unrighteous thoughts. She had been through enough trauma without me perving on her. I just held her and eventually I drifted off.
I got up at eight and Stevie was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. She's a slender girl, tall and as cute as a month old kitten. She has this long, coal black hair and creamy skin. He hair is down past her butt; heavy and wavy and I love to brush it. It's the silkiest thing I've ever touched. She has big blue eyes that form a stark contrast to the color of her hair.
"Good morning, sunshine," I told her.
"Morning, Uncle Chris," she said. "Is Mom ok?"
"No, honey; she's a long way from ok. I still don't know what happened. I think your Dad traded her for a shot at some guy's skanky wife. She's going to be pretty messed up for a while. Has she been drinking a lot?"
"No, she hasn't. She's been really good for a couple of years. I haven't seen her drunk in a long time. She must have fallen off the wagon."
"I don't know," I said. "I really didn't smell alcohol on her last night. Maybe she smelled too much like puke. What do you need me to do for you today?"
"Nothing, really," she said. "I need to go to the store sometime before bed tonight."
"Out of something?" I asked her.
"No, you are," she said. "Axe shower gel doesn't suit me. It smells good on you, but not on me."
I laughed and cooked breakfast. She ate some bacon and eggs, even after having already eaten cereal. I kidded her a little. "You stay with me and I'll have you fat as a toad in a week," I told her.
She laughed and I love that sound. "I eat like a pig and still never gain any weight," she said. "I even want to be a little heavier."
"Why in the world would you want that?" I asked her.
"I think it would make me have bigger boobs," she said.
I looked at her little cupcakes. "Yours are perfect on you," I told her. "Likely they'll grow a lot anyway if you take after Tabor. Do you want to go work out with me? I've got big boobs. Look what they can do."
I flexed my pecs and made them dance. She nearly fell off of her stool laughing. "That would be quite a trick for a girl," she said. "I'd love to go. I'll go get dressed."
She came out in board shorts and a little black sports bra type thing. She was carrying a light jacket to go over it and I checked on Tabor before we left. She was still sleeping so we went to the gym. We sweated on the ellipticals for thirty minutes and I put her on the bench next to mine. She was very strong for a eighteen year old. She was doing sets with one hundred and ten pounds. She knew her max on all the lifts. I was very surprised.
"Mom and I have been lifting together for a over a year," she said. "Since she's been sober we go Monday through Thursday religiously."
Gino came in while we were lifting. He's a cop I see there all the time. He's a strong guy. I know he juices, but I lift with him sometimes. I'm still stronger than him, especially on everything besides bench. He skips leg day a lot and it shows. He's built a little like a pigeon, big chest and skinny legs.
"Hey, bro; who's your new girlfriend?" he asked.
Stevie smiled. "He's too young for me," she told him. "I've put him in the friend zone."
He chuckled. "This is my niece, Stevie," I told him. "Stevie, this is Gino. He's a policeman. Don't hit on her, Gino; she's too old for you."
He laughed again. "You from around here, Stevie?"
"Boca Raton," she told him. "I'm staying with Uncle Chris for a while."
"I need some professional help," I told him. "What would you call six guys screwing a woman passed out at a party?"
"I'd call it rape," he said.
"What if her husband traded her for a shot at another guy's wife?"
"Then he's an accessory to rape. You haven't been banging passed out women, have you Chris?"
"No, but that's what happened to my sister last night."
"Is she going to press charges?"
"I don't know, she wasn't awake when we left. If she wanted to, what would we do?"
"Take her to the hospital, do a rape profile and get a blood test to check for drugs and alcohol."
"Let me know if I can help. Sorry kid. If Chris isn't around and you want to work out, you give me a call. Hey, you like basketball? I've got two Heat tickets."
"I don't know," she looked dubious.
"Hey, not with me," he said. "I was going to give them to Chris." He realized his mistake. "Not that I wouldn't take you, I mean..."
"You should stop talking now," I told him.
"Yeah, but if you two want to go..."
"I'd love to go," she said. "Thanks, Gino. I'll work out with you sometime too. Can we go, Uncle Chris?"
"Sure, honey," I told her. "Thanks Gino."
Stevie went away to get a drink. "Jesus Christ," Gino said. "That is one hell of a cute girl. In five years she's going to be the most beautiful woman in every room she's in."
"I know, right. Her mother's like that now at thirty four. You're a married man, Gino."
"Yeah, but I still dream. You need a spot with that?"
We finished our workout and I took Stevie to Fuddruckers for a burger. We tried the new bison chipotle one and she thought it was delicious. She didn't much care for the idea of eating a buffalo, but the taste was wonderful. I took her to Bed, Bath and Beyond and she got some nice smelling soap and lotion. She remembered shampoo at the last minute and ran and got that too.
On the way home she scooted over against me and I put my arm around her and gave her a squeeze. "I love you," she told me and I nearly choked on my coke.
"Yeah, me too, kid," I told her.
When we got home Tabor was still asleep. I made coffee for when she woke up and we watched Parks and Recreation on Netflix. I hate the woman main character but Ron Swanson and the really dark depressed chick are very funny. Pretty soon we heard the sound of retching from the bedroom. I told Stevie to go to her room or stay there and watch TV for a while. I went into the bedroom and Tabor had found the basin and was dry heaving over it. I got a cool washcloth and washed her face with it. I got in bed with her and leaned back against the headboard. I pulled her against my chest and petted her head. She was shaking.
"What's wrong with me," she asked. "I feel like I have the flu."
"You had too much to drink last night," I told her.
"I didn't have anything to drink," she said. "I'm taking Antabuse."
"Is that the stuff that makes you vomit if you drink?"
"Yes, I haven't touched alcohol in two years."
"Well, you did last night. That's why you're sick."
"I swear to God, I had a club soda," she said. "Preston got it for me. That's all I drank."
She shifted around and winced. "Damn, I'm sore as hell, Christopher. Did you fuck me? I feel like somebody fucked my ass too. God, I hurt so bad."
"I'll give you a Percodan as soon as I think you can keep it down. What do you remember, Tab?"
"I remember going to a party with the Andersons. I danced with Preston and he got me a soda. I started feeling dizzy and he took me to lie down in a bedroom. Then I woke up sick here. How did I get here?"
We were going through it again. "Hold on to me, sis," I told her. "I need to tell you something you aren't going to like."
She scooted over next to me, wincing again and I pulled her up close. "What?" she asked.
"I went to that party last night. I was looking for a restroom. What does Mrs. Anderson look like?"
"She's a bottle blonde with big tits and a fat ass," she said.
"I opened a door to see if it was the restroom and Preston was in there fucking Mrs. Anderson. I made him tell me where you were. He said you were passed out down the hall. He didn't want me to tell you he was cheating on you. He didn't want me to go and find you either. I found you three doors down. There were six guys in there with you. One of them must have been Anderson. I don't know how many times they fucked you. You had cum all over you and at least one of them had fucked you in the ass. I beat the shit out of them and covered you up. On the way down the hall I met a guy coming to join your party. He told me Preston had traded you to Anderson for a shot at his wife. I went and beat the shit out of Preston. I broke his jaw, Tab. I brought you home and cleaned you up. I thought you were drunk. Are you sure you didn't have any alcohol?"
"I'm telling you I had a club soda," she cried hysterically. "Where's Stevie?"
"She's here. I think we should take you to the hospital, Tab. I'd like to get your blood tested for drugs. I also think you should get tested for STDs."
"I didn't take any drugs either," she wept. "Why won't you believe me?"
"Tabor, you've used drugs and alcohol for as long as I can remember, You've fucked up so many things I can't begin to count them, but that isn't what I was talking about. I think you may have been given drugs to knock you out so Preston could make that trade. Would you have done it otherwise?"
"No, I wouldn't. I know you think I'm an idiot and a slut. Why are you being so mean to me?"
"I'm sick of pulling you out of jams, Tab. I love you but I'm tired of you. I'm tired of having a fuck up for a sister."
"They raped me!" she yelled. "I'm clean! I haven't used drugs and alcohol for a long time. I can't believe you're treating me like this after I've tried so hard to get sober."
I felt like a heel. She'd just been through a very traumatic experience.
"I'm sorry, Tab. I shouldn't be beating you up."
"I'm not taking birth control," she sobbed. "I may be pregnant!"
"We'll get you a pill," I told her. "I think we need to know if you were given something like GHB or Rohypnol."
"What are those?" she asked, sobbing hysterically.
"Date rape drugs."
"Who would do that to me?"
"I think it was Preston," I told her. "I think he gave it to you in the club soda. Think about it, Tab. You're the hottest babe in any room you're in. People are always hitting on you. Here's what I think happened. Anderson wants to fuck you. He approaches Preston about it, offering to trade his wife. He'll let Preston fuck her if Preston will let him fuck you. Preston knows you'll never go for that deal, but he does want to fuck Mrs. Anderson. He gives you drugs and makes the deal. Anyone that wants to can fuck you. You'll never know. Every man at that party probably wanted a piece of you. That's what I think happened."
"Oh, my God, oh my God," she wept. "How could he do this to me? I'm going to be sick again, Christopher!"
I grabbed the basin and she heaved, sobbing and shaking like she was going to have a convulsion. She was sweaty and clammy and I washed her face with the washcloth. Stevie appeared at the doorway.
"Are you ok, Mom?" she asked. "Is she going to be ok?"
"Yes, baby, I'm going to be ok," Tabor said. "I'm very sick though. Please, don't come in here Stevie. I don't want you to see me like this. I love you."
"Love you too, Mom," she said.
"Bring her something white to drink. Pop or something," I told her.
Tabor had collapsed back against me. I just held her while her shuddering slowed. Stevie came in and gave her a can of Sprite.
"Thank you, Stevie," Tabor told her. "Please don't look at me, honey."
Stevie went away and Tabor drank some of her Sprite. I finally got her to agree to go to the doctor. I have two friends that are doctors. One is a trauma surgeon and his wife is a gynecologist. I called them and explained what had happened. They agreed to meet us at his office. I explained the situation to them. Tabor had met Rick before and he agreed not to make any reports about it. They ran all the tests, gave her a morning after pill and some pain medicine. She had a tear in her ass and they fixed it. Stevie and I sat out in the waiting room and read some silly teen magazine. When they brought her out she could hardly walk and Sarah got her a wheel chair.
She sat down and looked at Stevie. "Let her stay," I said.
"Ok," Sarah shrugged. "I won't know the results on the STD tests for a couple of days. Her blood test is positive for GHB and Zolpidem. Those would likely have been administered in a drink. They aren't recreational drugs. They're hypnotics. The victim is likely to have been aware of what was happening to them. They are amnesiacs, meaning they wouldn't remember afterward. Tabor has definitely been raped and sodomized multiple times. We have semen samples and we could do a DNA match if you know the perpetrators."
"Would a bit of blood do?" I asked her.
"I want to keep the police out of this right now," I told her. "Please don't tell anyone, Sarah."
She kissed my cheek. "I'll do anything for you, Chris. You'd do the same for me if the roles were reversed."
I squeezed her. "Yes, I would. I owe you."
Rick came in. "Stop fondling my wife and take these girls home," he told me. "I gave you 6 pain pills, Tabor. You should be feeling better soon. Don't eat much for a while until that tear heals. Soups and things like that would be best. Be sure to clean that area with antibacterials every time you have a bowel movement or it will be infected."
She was quiet on the way home. She sat slumped between Stevie and I, her head resting on my shoulder and Stevie's arm around her. When we pulled into the garage, she looked up at me.
"How were you planning to get Anderson's blood?" she asked.
"I was thinking about punching him in the nose very hard," I told her.
She chuckled a little and winced. It was a good sign. I helped her out and carried her back to my bed. We gave her a pill and went to the kitchen. Stevie helped me make a good roast beef stew and we took it to her with some more Sprite. Stevie went off to watch TV or something and I fed Tabor.
"What are you going to do?" I asked her.
"I'm going to divorce the rat bastard," she said. "Can we stay with you for a while, Chris?"
"You can stay with me forever," I told her. "There are a few things we need to get straight though."
"What?" her face was apprehensive.
"Stevie gets to stay here permanently," I told her. "She's had enough, Tab. Do you want her to hate you? You fuck up one more time and she's going to."
She started crying again. "I know. I'm trying to do better, Christopher. I love her and I know I've made her miserable. I don't want to lose her. I don't want her to hate me. I can't give her up."
"I'm not trying to get you to do that, Tab. I just want her to have a safe place she can stay where there's no drama. This can be it. You can stay here too. If you don't you can see her any time you want to." She continued to weep and I felt very bad for her.
"Don't cry, Tab; I'll help you fix things. There's more. You have to promise me that you will stay off the booze and the drugs. How many times have I let you stay with me and try to clean up? I've had enough too. No booze, no drugs and no men. If you're clean in six months, you can date, but only if Stevie and I both approve of the guy. You have terrible judgement in men, Tab. Surely you know that by now."
"Yes, I know. I'm just attracted to bad boys. I don't know why."
"I do; they're exciting. Why don't you give a good guy a chance for once? See if he's exciting. Jesus, Tab; how long is it going to take for you to grow up? But no sex for you for the next six months. Will you do it?"
"Yes, I'll try. I haven't gone without sex for six months since I was sixteen. It's going to be hard."
"Maybe so, but those are my conditions. Remember what just happened? That's the road you chose. Is that what you want?"
"How can you even ask me that?"
"Because you have no self-control. When you get a grip on your impulses I'll relax with you. You had Mom and Dad wrapped around your little finger and they let you do anything you wanted to. It was incredibly bad for you. You can't manipulate me like that, Tab. I swear to God I'll throw you out on your ass if you fuck with me."
"I won't," she sobbed. "Please, Christopher; I'm desperate."
"You don't have to beg me," I told her. "I love you, I always have and I always will, but I've had enough drama from you. I know this wasn't your fault, but in a way it was. I told you Preston was a tool that would fuck you over the first chance he got. You didn't listen."
"Does that make you feel good; telling me you told me so?"
"No, it doesn't. It makes me feel rotten. What would make me feel good is for you to say, 'thank you Chris for trying to help me and I'm going to listen to you because you have better judgement than me.' It would make me feel good if you just stop destroying yourself."
She looked up at me with those big blue eyes full of tears. "Thank you Chris," she said. "I know you've tried to help me and I'm going to listen to you. I should have listened to you before."
"You're smarter than me, Tab," I told her. "I know that, but you can be as dumb as hell sometimes. We'll forget about it. Let's just get you well and we'll make a plan when you're better, ok?"
"Ok," she sniffed. "I do love you, Chris."
"I know you do," I told her. "I love you too. Just let me hold you and get some sleep. Are you in pain?"
"No, not unless I move," she said. "I feel a lot better."
I held her until she went to sleep. I eased away and went in to sit by Stevie. She looked up at me.
"Is Mom going to be ok?" she asked.
"I think so," I told her. "Stevie, you said earlier you wanted to stay with me forever. Did you mean that?"
"I can't think of anything better," she said.
"Well, you can if you want to. Your mother said I could keep you permanently."
She squealed. "Really? I swear to God I won't be any trouble, Uncle Chris. I'll do everything you say. I won't bother you or anything. I'll play the piano for you, I know you like that. I'll do chores and clean and stuff."
"You don't have to do anything," I told her. "I expect you to be responsible and I do want you to play for me, but just having here you makes me happy. Just talk to me and love me and that's all I need from you."
"I do love you," she told me. "I'm going to make you so proud of me."
"I already am," I told her. "How in the world you turned out so sweet and sensible I'll never know, but I am proud of you. Now, does my little girl want to eat some of that stew we made?"
"Yes, but should we save it for Mom?"
"We'll make her more, or something else," I told her.
I made cornbread and we ate and watched one of those stupid vampire love movies on Netflix. Stevie loved it and I loved her, so it was all good. We washed the dishes and she kissed me and went off to bed. I showered and went to bed myself. Tabor was sleeping heavily but she scooted back against me when she felt me get in. I wrapped my arms around her. She slept naked, at least the parts I could feel, and she was very soft and she smelled good. I mulled things over in my mind for a long time before I went to sleep. I had sort of a plan figured out and I slept well.
I woke up with that morning wood and it was nestled between two very soft and sexy cheeks. There was a wonderful, silky naked girl in my arms and my hand was on one of the most fantastic breasts ever seen by man. The fact that she was my sister made it even more beautiful. I beat myself up inside my head for thinking like that. She had been a major part of my fantasies for years and I always felt like that was weird. Her arm was over mine and when I tried to move she clamped her arm down. She stirred and opened her eyes, turning her head to look up at me.
"Do you want to fuck me, Chris?" she asked. She pressed my hand into her breast and I could feel that her nipple was erect.
"I've always wanted to fuck you," I told her. "Not today, though. You're recovering from a very traumatic experience. I expect you're still too sore to do much, especially have sex. Let's get you well and we'll see."
"The only good things that have ever happened to me are you and Stevie," she said. "I am too sore, but when I'm better, I'll let you fuck me, Chris. I know you think I'm a slut, but I'm not. I only fuck men I'm in love with. I've just been in love with the wrong guys. I've never slept around with random guys."
"I know, Tab; but you need to learn not to sleep with anyone. You're only supposed to sleep with people that are worth sleeping with. You have to weigh character, not just how good looking a guy is or how exciting he is. Will he be faithful to you, will he be a good father to Stevie, is he kind and can he provide financial and emotional security for you and her. Then, if he's also good looking and exciting, you make a commitment. That's the way it's supposed to work."
"You're describing yourself," she said.
"Well, maybe, but I'm your brother. I have my problems too. I'm lazy, I don't like to be put out by people, I have problems with commitment and I'm very selfish."
"I don't care. I love you. You've never been like that with me."
"I love you too, but this is just another bad choice."
"I've wanted to fuck you for years. Your cock says it's a good choice," she said, sliding her ass up and then back down.
"My cock has no conscious," I laughed.
"It feels really big," she said. "Is it as big as the rest of you?"
"No, it's pretty normal," I told her.
She twisted around and felt. Her eyes went wide.
"Jesus Christ, Christopher. You obviously have no idea what normal is."
"That's what you say to all the guys," I chuckled. "Flattery will get you anywhere. I need to pee, Tab. Let go."
"Me too," she said. "You go first."
I did my business and she came walking in as bare as the day she was born. Damn, she was hot. Her hair is this glossy dark brown color with auburn tints in it. It's a mane, just past her shoulders and it frames a face that could grace the cover of fashion magazines. She has the same skin as Stevie, creamy and almost translucent looking. She has a natural blush to her cheeks. Her cheek bones are high and delicate and her cheeks are faintly hollow. She has cute little dark eyebrows and big puffy lips. Her chin is pointed and she has a strong jawline. Her eyes are a startling blue and it's quite a picture. Then her body catches your eye. Her neck is long and graceful, her shoulders square and big high breasts sit there; proud and firm. She has large areolas, pink and a little puffy and small, pink nipples that seem to be perpetually erect. She has a large ribcage that just shows off how narrow her waist is and how flat her stomach is. Her hips flare dramatically and there's a little strip of dark curls above her pussy. Her legs are long and slender and she has tiny feet. I could look at her for hours.
She shooed me out and I heard the toilet flush after a while and the shower running. I went out to make breakfast and after a bit, Stevie came in. She had on a long t-shirt and, obviously, nothing else. I groaned. Two girls in my house that looked like these were going to drive me crazy.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked. "Why are you groaning around?"
"I just left the bathroom and your mother came in naked. God, she's beautiful, Stevie. Then, before I can get over that shock, you come walking in."
"I'm not naked," she laughed.
"No, but you don't have anything on under that shirt. I can see your nipples."
She looked down at herself. "Well, do you like them?"
I groaned again and she laughed. "You'll get used to living with girls," she said. "Uncle Chris, why does it feel like my nipples are hard all the time?"
"You take after your mother," I told her. "Hers are always like that too."
"It can be a bit uncomfortable," she said. "I feel like I need to pinch them." She did and I choked on my milk.
"Stop that," I told her. "You're going to make me have a heart attack. I'm old and I can't stand much."
"Ok, I'll stop if you'll do it for me," she said. She walked over and took my hand, pulling it up to one little breast. I could feel that hard little nipple and I couldn't help myself. I gave it a pinch and she moaned.
"That feels a lot better than when I do it," She lifted her shirt and pushed my hand up under it until I could feel one bare little mound. She was silky smooth and I could feel a little puffy, extremely hard nubbin under there. I pinched it again and she sagged as her knees went weak.
"Oh, my God," she moaned. "I want to do this a lot."
I snatched my hand away, guilt flashing though me, catching a glimpse of little purple panties before the hem of her shirt fell.
"Jesus, Stevie; you're my niece. Don't do that!"
"So nieces aren't allowed to feel good?"
"No, they're allowed. Thirty year old uncles aren't allowed to make them feel good though."
"That's just stupid," she said. "Besides, you aren't thirty."
Tabor came in and I got her some breakfast. "Mom, I want Uncle Chris to play with my boobs. He says he can't because he's old."
"I want him to play with mine too," Tabor said. "Chris, why won't you play with her?"
"My God, Tabor! How can you say that?"
"I wanted you to play with my boobs when we were kids," she said.
"Jesus, why didn't you say something? I would have loved to play with your boobs."
"I was embarrassed," she said.
"Well, I'm embarrassed to play with hers," I told her.
"Why? They're very cute," Tabor said. "Show him, baby."
"No, don't do that," I objected. "Oh my God!"
She had pulled the shirt up over her head and she stood there in her purple panties. I couldn't move. Tabor could and she pulled off her shirt, walked over to Stevie and pushed their nipples together. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a croak.
"I think he likes us, Mom," Stevie said.
Tabor glanced down at my crotch. "Look, Stevie; I think you're right."
My cock was making an obscene tent in my boxers. Tabor pulled on Stevie's hand and led her over to me. She put that little hand on my bulge. Stevie's little fingers wrapped around my cock and her little blue fingernails scraped over me.
"Do you want to see it?" Tabor whispered.
Stevie nodded and Tabor pulled my boxers out, letting my cock spring free. "Should we make him cum?" Tabor asked her.
"I don't know how," Stevie admitted.
Tabor pulled my boxers down and they fell to my feet. "I'll show you," she said.
She knelt in the floor in front of me and pulled Stevie down beside her. Her hands grasped my cock and she pulled it down and engulfed it in her mouth. She felt like she was boiling in there. I had beat my cock to a pulp when I was a kid dreaming about her and now here was this absolutely smoking big sister of mine, stretching her lips around the shaft of my cock and swirling her tongue around the head. She probably had five inches inside when I bumped against the back of her throat. She was very good at this and I felt her swallow and the head of my cock was in her throat. She bobbed several times and I knew I wasn't going to last long. This was just too hot and too taboo. She got Stevie to replace her hand and seeing those slender fingers, knowing they belonged to my little niece made me cum like a bomb. Tabor pulled back so that I shot off in her mouth. After about the third spurt she pulled off and let me shoot in her open mouth so Stevie could see. Stevie put her head close and Tabor aimed a couple of shots onto her face before engulfing me again. She sucked until I was empty. I began to deflate and she pulled off.
"Suck him while he's soft," she told Stevie. "You'll be able to take him better."
I was still semi-hard and when Stevie bent to take me between her beautiful little lips I could feel signs of life. She imitated her mother's motions and it felt incredible. I can't describe the eroticism of having the lips of your niece you've loved all her life wrapped around your cock. The fact that she was the daughter of my sister who was urging her on was enough to give a zombie an erection. I grew until she could barely fit the head inside her little mouth.
"Stop, Stevie," Tabor said. They both stood up and pressed their nearly naked bodies against me.
"Do you want to fuck her?" Tabor asked me.
"Jesus, yes, Tab; but she's not ready," I told her.
"Why don't you let her decide?" Tabor asked.
"Baby, you don't want to do this, do you?" I asked her.
"I don't know how," she said.
"See," I told Tabor. "There's no way she's ready for this."
"I want to. Just tell me what to do," Stevie's voice grew louder.
Tabor took hold of my cock. "This," she pulled me forward against Stevie's little panty covered pussy, "goes in there. It's the most incredible thing you'll ever feel, baby."
"There's no way!" Stevie objected. "My finger feels huge in there. There's no way that will fit."
"It will," Tabor assured her. "You're stretchy, Stevie. It may not go all the way in, but you can get enough to cum and make him cum."
"Uncle Chris? Is that true?" she asked.
"I think it's physically possible," I told her. "I don't think we should."
"Do I get a vote?" she asked.