No Place Like Home


Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest, Mother, Sister, Daughter, Uncle, Niece, Aunt, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Sex Toys, Squirting, Cream Pie, Spitting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Steve and his wife Chris offer their house to his wife's sister and niece during their time of crisis and uncertainty. Their very first night together opens up a whole new world for all of them.

I had known that my wife's sister Kate was having a rough go of it at home. Kate and her husband Bill had been on the verge of divorce for the past couple of years, so it came as no real surprise when a few days later my wife informed me it was over. What I didn't expect, though I didn't really have a problem with either, was coming home from work one evening to what appeared to be a rather large pile of luggage that had just arrived from the airport. I walked in, or rather stepped around and then through this sea of baggage. I knew immediately even before Chris, my wife walked from the kitchen area to greet me what was going on.

Several weeks earlier she had mentioned the fact that things were getting worse between her sister and her husband. We had discussed it then, offering her sister (and as it turned out) my niece a place to stay for a while until everything was sorted out. I just wasn't expecting it to happen as quickly as it did, nor was I expecting that my niece would be coming along as well. She'd just graduated from high school, and as I'd heard a while back, had been planning on attending a local university where they lived. Obviously ... all that had changed now.

We had plenty of room, so accommodating guests for a while wasn't really any concern. Our own son was currently serving in the Navy, so his room was available, which is the one that Jill, my niece was given to stay in. Kate was of course given the largest guest room downstairs, which was more like an apartment in a way. It had its own bathroom as well as a sitting room, so there was plenty of space for her sister to spread out. When I finally walked into the kitchen area, I was frankly surprised. I hadn't seen my wife's sister in nearly three years due to the distance between us, though Chris had gone for a visit to see her sister on the East Coast at least once a year. But it was Jill who had obviously, and most dramatically changed the most. The last time I had seen her, she was a budding fifteen year old with looks even then that promised her to turn out as quite the looker. Now at eighteen, nearly nineteen, she obviously was.

All three women looked very similar in many ways. They all had very dark brown hair, almost black in fact, though Jill's was long and fell nearly to her waist. Chris and Kate had deep brown eyes, Jill's were almost a golden brown, and very alluring along with her olive complexion, which as I stood there looking at her for the first time in three years, included what appeared to be a very nice tan. When she stood to give me a warm and friendly hug, I was almost taken aback at the sudden development and metamorphosis she had gone through. Like I said, at fifteen she looked nearly full grown, but now even more so. Large, though not overly large breasts seemed to run in the family. And in three years it now seemed, Jill had joined the "C" cup society along with her mother and aunt. When she hugged me, I felt the softness of those (as I now realized) braless breasts pressing against me, and somewhat nervously embraced her, though finally stepping away before it began to look less than innocent.

"I truly hope this won't be too much of an imposition on you Steven," Kate said though it was evident she'd been crying as her eyes were still red and swollen. "But until this mess is finally all sorted out, we didn't really have any place else to go."

I had walked over giving her a warm friendly hug in greeting. "Like we told you a while back Kate, you're always welcome here ... for however long you'd like, and need to be. There's plenty of room, and we don't want you feeling in any sort of rush to go anywhere else. Our home ... is now your home, for as long as you'd like it to be."

With that, Kate hugged me again, even kissing me on the cheek in thanks, tears once again filling her eyes. I could only smile somewhat guiltily. I had felt the magnificent crush of her breasts against my chest as well, and now stood on the verge of having a hard on, which is the last thing anyone there needed to see or even be thinking about. I quickly excused myself to change into something a bit more comfortable, leaving the three women to chat a bit longer, though I likewise told them as soon as I had done so, I'd help them all with their baggage in getting it to their rooms.

Having slipped into a pair of my favorite shorts and a pull over tee shirt, I headed back downstairs just in time to begin helping Jill with her luggage as my wife and her sister began carting down a few things to where Kate would be staying. As I followed Jill back up the stairs to her room, my eyes were immediately drawn to the twin cheeks of her firm little ass. Had she been my daughter, I'd have been tempted to say something to her. The shorts she was wearing were far too short! As we climbed the stairs together, I could see a great deal of her well-rounded fleshy butt cheeks, the briefest of material even running between her legs making me realize if she were to bend over or sit down with her legs spread even slightly ... what I'd most likely be looking at.

"Dumb shit!" I thought to myself. "Quit thinking about your own niece!" I'd just barely managed to get rid of my erection, and now it was threatening to reappear with a vengeance! Something I could ill afford it doing, especially while wearing a pair of my own somewhat tight fitting shorts.

Although the bedroom had at one time been our son Jim's room, he had either taken with him, given away, or had stored most of his personal belongings. Kate had already informed her niece she could redecorate the room as she saw fit, including repainting the recently repainted wall, which was now an off-white, any color she wished to. As I followed Jill into the room, sitting her luggage down next to the bed, she had jumped on it smiling happily. One of the few things Jim had left behind was his bedroom furniture, and the bed just happened to be a queen-sized waterbed.

"I've never slept in one of these before!" she giggled excitedly. I stood there listening to the bed slosh momentarily with Jill laying on it. Images of doing something else suddenly filling my mind, which I immediately tried clearing from my head. It wasn't easy however, as she had to make an effort to get off the bed once she'd gotten on it, swinging her legs as she did, and in doing so, confirming to me the curious image I'd entertained of her when following her up the stairs. I had seen what I now knew to be her bare lips that were protruding around the thinnest strip of Levi material that was somehow digging into her crotch without discomfort. To my relief however, she once again stood facing me, but now there was a whole other problem I had to deal with. I could see very clearly the hard press of her extended nipples against the thin fabric of the cotton tank top she was wearing. Bad enough that it looked painted on her in the first place, but the still somewhat cool feel of the unmade waterbed had been just enough to trigger her nipples into hardness. "Have you?" she had asked me. It took me a moment to realize what it was she was talking about. I even had to tear my eyes away from her twin hard little points, something that wasn't lost on her as she giggled, her face actually turning a little red as she looked down at herself.

I shared her blush, though quickly turning to excuse myself and head back down the stairs in order to cart down the one last remaining, and somewhat heavy bag into Kate's room.

I turned at the door momentarily. "If there's anything else you need, just let me know," I said. Jill stood smiling, her points clearly evident glaring at me, my eyes once again tearing themselves away as I turned and finally left the room. I hadn't gone three feet when I heard a gentle laugh coming from her room. Moments later I discovered why.

I had made a quick detour into the hallway bathroom in order to make some much needed and very necessary adjustments. Walking into the room, I immediately caught my own image there in the floor length mirror behind the door. Bad enough I could see the very obvious bulge showing in my shorts, worse ... they happened to be a light beige, and there was a very noticeable wet spot showing through right where my hard pressed dick was laying. "Fuck!" I said as I stood there looking down at myself. There was no way in hell that Jill hadn't seen that! Opening the door that connected the bathroom to our room, I immediately went inside stripping off my now ruined shorts and fished out an entirely different pair. These, a dark blue and a bit baggier than I actually cared to wear. But under the circumstances, I realized I would no doubt be wearing this particular style and color a lot more often than I usually did. My embarrassment had at least softened my once very hard cock as I now made my way down to Kate's room with the last, and largest as well as heaviest piece of luggage. It was actually more awkward than heavy, and so not wanting to stumble and break my own neck coming down the stairs, I did so slowly, eventually reaching the landing, and upon doing that, hearing my wife and her sister talking. Or rather giggling, giggling in a way that you knew damn well they were sharing or discussing secrets. I stopped where I was, just a few feet away from the open door.

"Bill would have killed me if he'd ever found me using something like that," I heard Kate telling my wife. "He thought women who used any sort of mechanical device, or anything for that matter to get off with, was sick and perverted. He often told me that a man should be enough for any woman without resorting to using something like that!"

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