Chapter 5: Uncle Paul Fulfills His Fantasy

By now I would’ve said there was nothing that could’ve surprised me any further today. My world had been turned upside down and what I really wanted was to just go home, lie on the couch and try to make sense of everything my uncle had dumped on me. Instead, here I was, sitting sideways on the car seat, my feet on the driveway, holding on to the steering wheel for support. The back door was open as well from when I had been washing the bottom, creating a three- sided barrier around me with the garage in front of me. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and had to pee REALLY bad while we were traveling. My dad would fuss and fume but if I pleaded hard enough he would stop on the side of the road, opening the doors like this so I could squat to pee without the people driving by seeing me.

I had asked why my uncle had told me all this now but instead of telling me, Uncle Paul stepped in between the doors and without another word or hesitation, he simply unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them, reaching down inside with his right hand to pull out his semi-hard dick. My wide eyes must have told him everything.

“Kelly! ... Why are you trying to act so surprised? Trust me, if anyone does, I KNOW you’re a fucking slut who can’t get enough. Shit, I bet that pussy’s already getting warm as toast just at the sight of my dick, isn’t it? ... isn’t it?”

He had me there. It wasn’t like my uncle as all that bad looking, for his age at least. I’d seen him undressing me with his eyes enough while growing up to know he harbored the same thoughts I suppose a lot of uncles do for their nieces. Of course, I assume almost none of them ever ACT on those thoughts and fantasies, or even admit them to anyone else. Now all this talk about sex and incest, while coming at me as a bit of a surprise, to say the least, had made me horny as hell so of course my was pussy was heating up again. I hadn’t fully lost all the sensations from my most recent orgasm while masturbating just before he had gotten here. Funny how things work sometimes. While I was masturbating I was wishing a nice hard dick would appear and lo and behold, one had!

As horny as I was and as luscious as his dick looked right there in front of me, I wasn’t about to just give in to him without making him work for it a little. I DID have a little pride, not to mention a reputation to live up to.

“So you think I’m just going to suck your dick now?” I teased him, my turn now, “You think you can just wave it in front of me and I’ll lean forward and suck it, like a dog being offered a treat?”

Uncle Paul grinned, “I have to admit that the thought HAD occurred to me.”

“I bet you want to fuck me too, don’t you Uncle Paul?” I teased him.

In for a penny, in for a pound as they say. If he thought I was as slut before, it was going to be nothing to what he thought about me when this was over with ... not if I had anything to say about it. Besides, he was family and while I would never admit it to him, I DID feel a certain sense of obligation to submit myself to him as he was the brother of my father. It was just like when I gave myself to Uncle Jim, despite my disgust and revulsion towards him. My dad wanted me to let him fuck me ... so I did. Wouldn’t the same apply to his older brother as well? Even if my dad never found about his brother and my mom, what if he found out that I had turned away my Uncle Paul - and then press to find out the details about why It had all come about in the first place?

“Well, THAT thought had also occurred to me,” I responded, trying to make it as clear as possible that he would do whatever he wanted with me without coming right out and saying it.

Then a thought occurred to me as he stood there stroking his growing dick for me to watch, “What about Aunt Julie?”

“What about her?” Uncle Paul replied flippantly, “Like, can’t a guy want to fuck a hot girl without worrying about his wife? Face it, it’s not like I was being exactly faithful to her when I was with your mother.”

Oh well, what the hell? Besides, technically this was different from fucking other married men in that I was a direct family member, well at least as direct as you can call a niece which was always good enough for my parents. If Uncle Paul was fucking me or my mom, he wasn’t committing adultery, at least not technically. Now I doubt Aunt Julie would’ve seen it quite the same way but then, that’s why she could never find out about it. At least there was nothing morally unethical about it, at least from a religious perspective.

Besides the current situation, to be honest I HAD thought about doing it with Uncle Paul in the past, especially when I would catch him undressing me with his eyes. Plus, he was the only guy left in our immediate family that I hadn’t fucked. I can’t count my cousin’s husbands as they are related only by marriage and I barely know them anyway. No ... Uncle Paul was the last open slot on my family “scorecard” - although it was one I’d written off, never expecting to fill.

“So why now?” I asked again as he stroked his dick, seemingly becoming impatient with my questions.

“Oh I don’t know ... I guess it was Easter that got me thinking ... and then seeing you looking so fucking hot today ... Shit man, do you have ANY idea how jealous I’ve been of my brother getting to fuck you and your cousins.”

Again, I couldn’t help but think it was too bad Kristen hadn’t waited another half hour to leave. Now THAT might have proven to be interesting! Oh well, this just meant I got him all to myself and there’s definitely something to be said for that.

“I bet you wish you could fuck your daughters, don’t you?” I said softly. It was a shot in the dark but I had a good feeling about it. But he surprised me...

“What, with Ginny’s fake boobs and Laura’s fat ass? Nawwwwww, I’ve been dying to get you and Kristen though - not to mention little Tammy was well.”

He had been stroking his dick the entire time, not moving any closer but just allowing me to watch him extend and thicken as he stroked himself for me as we talked. Enough was enough so I reached out and grabbed his almost hardened cock. A quick thought went through my head as I mentally compared his tool with his brothers’. If I was being honest, none of them were overly endowed. Apparently my cousin Rick must have inherited his good fortune from his mother’s side of the family, NOT something I’m sure she knew a lot about. When was the last time she had seen her son’s dick - when he was six maybe? I had strong doubts that she had EVER seen him with an erection. Oh well, that was HER loss.

What the heck, why not? Leaning forward, I took the head of my uncle’s stiffening dick in my mouth and then slowly, deliberately, allowed his entire dick to push inside my mouth as my tongue ran along the bottom. He groaned mightily when my face became buried in his dense black pubic hair while I sucked as hard as I could on his cock. He was OK, size wise, but even so it wasn’t hard to keep him all in my mouth while breathing through my nose - a technique my mom had taught me and I wondered if he recognized it?

“Jesus H. Christ, I can’t believe this is happening!” he groaned as I looked up to see him looking back down on me, a look of pure pleasure on his face.

Heck, I hadn’t even gotten started yet! It then occurred to me that it had likely been thirty years since he’d had a girl my age sucking his dick - probably his wife back then assuming Aunt Julie have even given him head. If the guys who write to me are indicative of the population in general, there are a lot of wives out there who don’t give head, or at least not very good.

Pulling my head back, I grabbed his cock in my hand as I lifted my head up to look at him. “So ... do you like your dick in my mouth Uncle Paul?”

His eyes rolled as if to say it was the most ridiculous question he’d ever heard. “Shit, don’t stop ... it feels great.”

Regardless of whether or not my aunt gave him head during their marriage, if he had really been fucking my mom as he claimed to have over the past few years, I knew she was pretty damn good at giving blowjobs herself. After all, she was the one to give me my first lessons although I like to think the student surpassed the master before long. So while it had been quite a while since he was sucked off by my mom, it wasn’t like he’d never had it done to him. Still, it’s always nice to be appreciated for your efforts!

Uncle Paul put his hands on the back of my head, pulling me back into his crotch so I simply opened my mouth and let him push his dick back inside. He was fully erect now and I could feel the wooden firmness of his shaft in my mouth. Still, he couldn’t have been more than six inches now that he was full erect so it wasn’t much of a challenge so far as taking him all in went. Not like I was going to tell him that though!

Once again I pulled back but this time instead of gabbing with him I used my tongue to lick up and down his shaft, swirling it around the base of his mushroom cock head and then back down along the sensitive underside of his now fully-erect dick. With my other hand, I gently fondled his hairy balls, rolling them tenderly in my hands as I was careful not to be TOO aggressive with them. Then I started pumping my head on his dick as his hips began to thrust himself in and out, keeping in time with me while driving his dick even deeper into my mouth than before.

“Fuck! I love watching you suck my dick,” he said hoarsely, his lust beginning to grow and develop more and more within him.

Of course, the LAST thing I wanted at this moment was for him to cum. Heck, it took my dad forever as it was to recover at his age and my uncle was a lot older so I could only imagine what it would take to get him hard again once he’d cum. I’d probably have to wait until the next day!

“So do you still wanna fuck me Uncle Paul?” I teased him. Like I didn’t know the answer to THAT one!

He was breathing pretty heavy now but that didn’t stop him from getting out a crisp, “Hell yes!”. There wasn’t all that much room the way we were situated and for a moment I considered suggesting that we move into the house but then I figured, why not do it out here? Heck, I bet he would be masturbating for the rest of his life as he recalled fucking me out in the middle of the driveway with nothing but two car doors hiding us from the neighbors. It wasn’t like we were THAT much out in the open. The way the hills ran on the outer side of the driveway was a tall retaining wall so unless our neighbors happen to step out at this moment, nobody else had a line of sight from the direction. Then in back the hill sloped down just as much as it did upward to the front of the house so nobody was going to see anything with a high-power telescope mounted across the valley behind us.

I stood up and turned away from him, then leaned into the car holding myself up on my hands and arms on the car seat, leaving my butt sticking up and out towards him like target. I’d done my part, now it was up to him to take the baton and continue onward.

“God you have the most incredible ass,” I heard him gasp as I felt his hands on my all but bare butt.

Granted, I wasn’t wearing my sluttiest thing by any means, but even this bottom piece didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. He took one hand and I felt him run it up along the inside of my right thigh and then approach my crotch. He reached inside of the crotch my bottoms and pulled them to the side.

Then his fingers were on my pussy and I could feel him groping me, trying to work their way between my wet pussy lips. “Mmmmmmm, I’ve never felt a shaved pussy before,” he murmured, as much to himself as to me.

I knew my mom had barely trimmed her, preferring to keep it as full as she could while maintaining a little modesty in her bikini. If my Aunt Julie was anything like my mom or Aunt Linda, no doubt hers was full and bushy as well, especially since she was a lot older than they were. While porn sites would have you think all women shaved or radically trimmed their pussies these days, I knew that simply wasn’t the case, especially among women in the older generations. So I guess it must have been something new and special for my uncle to put his hand on my crotch and feel nothing but smooth skin!

As he groped me I didn’t say a word, just wiggled my butt enough to let him know I was enjoying what he was doing to me. He started to rub his finger up and down my pussy slit, trying to find the entrance to my pussy, wetting his finger and me in the process.

Then it was my turn to gasp as his fingertip pressed itself into me, soon to be followed by the rest of his finger. He wiggled it inside of me like a worm on a hook, then pulled it out and slid it up along my pussy lips until he came to my clit. Again I gasped, but much louder this time, as the tip pressed against my clit, making me shiver with pleasure as he rubbed it in little circles around my sensitive bud.

“Oh Uncle Paul, that feels so good!: I whispered to him, not wanting to break the mood as he rubbed me faster.

I could have let him do that all day but he wasn’t patient enough, not by a long shot, to just stand there and make me feel good. No, my Uncle Paul had other thoughts on his mind!

Indeed, even as he was playing with my pussy with one hand, the other must have been busy as well because I felt the head of his dick push against my butt and then slide over to my ass crack where he drove it up my crack as he pressed into me until I could feel his pubic hair against my ass. He pulled his hand that was on my crotch out, letting him press in even closer to me. Up and down he slid his hard dick, rubbing it along my ass between my butt cheeks over my bikini bottom.

Evidently he was frustrated with my bottoms being in the way as I heard him grumble something to himself and he back up. Suddenly my bikini bottom slid down my legs as he grabbed them on each side and pulled them unceremoniously to my ankles where I stepped out of them on one side while he left them dangling from my other ankle over my sneaker. The thought occurred to me that should my neighbors come home and look down, they would be getting a pretty good view of my bare butt but fortunately they seemed to be away for the weekend. Not that I would have necessarily cared, mind you, but still I couldn’t help but think about it.

“Damn! What a fuckin’ great ass!” Uncle Paul sighed as he must have stood there staring at my bottom, now totally bare before him.

He put one hand on each butt cheek, squeezing them as if he was comparing two melons in the grocery store. It felt good - I LOVE my ass to be played with. Now that’s NOT to say I like anal sex. There’s a huge difference between playing WITH my ass and putting something IN it!! While my asshole may be a one-way street, I’ve always loved the feel of someone fondling my butt, especially in public. Even with jeans on I like to walk through the mall or go shopping with a boy’s hand firmly grabbing my ass, watching the people stare - some getting turned on and other’s clucking away at what a slut I was.