Uncle Bob Blues
Copyright© 2006 by Stormy Weather
Chapter 8
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Maggie's in love with her Uncle Bob, who is two days older than her. And as things would have it, he doesn't have a clue... but neither does Maggie.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Humor Incest Uncle Niece First
With everything else that had happened to me that day, seeing Maggie in all her glory sent me into a tailspin. Things actually went black inside my head for several seconds and then I blurted, "But you're supposed to be a virgin." Followed by, "Is this baby making day or something?"
I knew Maggie and George were dating. In fact, they had been exclusive since tenth grade. But I had never added sex into the equation. She was mine in my heart and her being that way with another guy wasn't something I dwelled on. She was always with me.
I thought about leaving, but found that I couldn't do anything but stand there with my eyes closed, shaking my head.
"Bob?" George squeezed my shoulder. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Milk and Pepsi," I mumbled.
"Oh, boy," they said together.
Mom had given me milk and Pepsi when I was a kid. As I grew older, I came to rely on it during times of extreme stress -- like Linus grabbing for his security in his blanket, I reached for mine in my milk and Pepsi.
When they were gone, I thought about one of the chairs, but decided to sit on the swing. I didn't think I could take seeing Maggie and George together on the swing anymore that day. To be honest, I wasn't sure I could bear to see them together on it, again -- ever. I knew for sure that I would never get her nude image out of my dreams. Her ripe melons with pink buds that I could almost taste. Her dark hair curling around her womanly treasures that I would give anything to sink my tongue into.
I dropped my hand to my twitching cock and groaned in distress. I was hard; so hard it was painful. Had Maggie seen me this way?
Heart pounding, I pulled off my clothes and ran out to the swimming pool that Leldon had refilled a couple of weeks earlier. Diving in, I began a set of heavy laps.
"What am I gonna' do?" I asked George as I followed him into the kitchen. I had dreamed about Bob seeing me naked, but to have it actually happen was something I hadn't ever thought about. And I was turned on. Bob, on the other hand, was asking for milk and Pepsi which he only did when he was really upset.
Taking me into his arms, he kissed my forehead. "Relax, Sweets. Things are okay."
"But he looked so awful."
"About as awful as I probably looked when I saw Rosie naked one time."
Rosie was his older sister. She was a senior in college.
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