Chapter 7: Crossing the Line - Sucking My Uncle’s Dick

“Uh ... Kelly ... I don’t know about this,” he stammered. Evidently he was having second thoughts. I twisted my head around and saw my dad watching our every move.

“It’s ok, isn’t it daddy?” I asked my dad, “Tell Uncle Jim it’s ok.”

“Of course babe, do whatever your Uncle Jim wants Kelly.” He chuckled for a second, “After all, I KNOW what you want!”

I turned my attention back to my uncle saying, “C’mon Uncle Jim, I’ve seen the way you have looked at me in the past. You want me and I know it. Time to quit playing games.”

I could tell from his expression that my uncle was having a fierce moral debate within himself. I have no doubt he has masturbated in the past thinking about me, especially after the “lost top” accident in their pool the last time I was there and I was sure he wanted me.

On the other hand he had two huge conflicts. First, of course, was that he was married but I knew from past experience how easily that barrier could be overcome! The bigger problem he seemed to be having was the fact that I was his niece. No matter how horny he may have gotten over me before, it was an entirely different thing to make a move on a girl whose father was your brother - and he was sitting right next you!

“John, you really sure about this?” he asked yet again.

My dad let out a deep breath in frustration. “For crying out loud I told you before she’s twenty and can do what she wants. You don’t need my permission. Sheesh, what happened to my sexual daredevil brother? Damn boy, Shari’s got you pussy-whipped!” Uncle Jim snorted at that but my dad kept on. “Shit, don’t give me that! Now are you going to fuck her or not? If so you’d better get going before your missionary-only wife decides to return!”

I’ve heard it said numerous times that life is stranger than fiction and boy was I getting a lesson in that today! I have dreamed of fucking my uncle for years and masturbated more times than I can remember fantasizing about how it would be the first time we did it.

Well, absolutely NONE of those dreams had ever come even close to what was happening now in real life! My fantasies centered around me teasing him or him spying on me in private, all of which eventually led to our first sexual encounter. In some of those dreams my aunt was nearby but always safely tucked away, involved in something or another that kept her away from us as long as was needed.

My parents were never involved in these dreams, at least not the “first time” ones. Well, now that it was really happening everything was upside down. My mom and aunt were in another room and could walk in at any time with little or no warning. Hopefully my mom was handling things but with my stubborn Aunt Shari you never could be sure.

My dad was acting more like my pimp than my father; practically daring my uncle to fuck me right in front of him. The whole thing was like some bizarre fairy tale which was starting to make me feel a little out of control, not a sensation I enjoy to be honest. My head was spinning as I tried to take everything in - my uncle’s hand which was now pressed tightly on my wet pussy, rubbing my clit though my shorts and driving me crazy; my dad watching and doing who knows what else by now; and finally there was my mom and aunt having coffee, my aunt having no idea that her husband was not only about to commit adultery for the first time, but with his own niece at that.

To make it even worse (at least front her perspective), two of what she considered to be mortal sins were about to take place just a few rooms down from where she was!

Well, the cards had been dealt and I had to play the hand I was given or fold. Quitting was NOT an option at this point - we had all crossed the line and now there was no “the jury will disregard the pervious events” proclamation that could be made. I put my mouth to my uncle’s ear and whispered the two words I knew were guaranteed to turn on every heterosexual male...

“Fuck me!” I whispered hoarsely, “I want you to fuck me Uncle Jim.”

My dad was smiling. Although he couldn’t hear I am sure he knew what I was saying - after all he had heard those same words himself many times and I knew they never failed to do the trick.

Today was not going to be an exception either from the response I got from my uncle! His hand cupped my whole crotch and he pulled upward, gripping my whole pussy in his hand and sending a surge of pleasure through me as my clit was compressed under the pressure of his hand. I got out of the chair and dropped my shorts as he watched. I pulled my tube top down such that it encircled my torso just below my boobs.

“So what do you think Uncle Jim?” I asked seductively. I wasn’t really looking for a verbal response as the lust in his eyes and the bulge in his shorts was all I had to see. It was time to free that bulge so I unzipped his shorts.

He lifted his hips to help me to pull them down to his knees. He was wearing boxers which quickly followed his shorts revealing a nice hard cock surrounded by a lush bush of coarse pubic hair. Hmmmmmm, the family resemblance was uncanny! With the recliner down Uncle Jim scooted to the edge of the chair so his balls hung free and his cock was sticking straight out, all hard and ready for me!

I kneeled in front of him and held his cock with one hand, playing with his thick thatch of pubic hair. I cupped his balls in my other hand and gently rolled them with my fingers, careful not to squeeze them too tightly. I looked up at him with a smile on his face and he was staring at me, licking his lips unconsciously in anticipation of what we both knew I was about to do. He glanced quickly over to my dad who now had his hand down his shorts, getting himself off as he watched his daughter preparing to give his married brother the best blowjob of his life.