Call me Dave, pretty much everyone I know does, save for my Mum of course, with her it's always David. With anyone else in the family, including my Dad, if I'm being called David, I figure I'm in trouble.

As it is, I'm an engineer who works for a company that makes and installs high capacity warehouse storage systems. It's all pretty much high tech stuff relying on some proprietary software, programmable logic controllers, a good few invertors and sensors and a dedicated crew who spend most of their time going around the country installing it or occasionally fixing it if it goes wrong.

Anyway I shouldn't bore you with the mundane details of my job, the one good thing about it is that it allows me to travel and live a pretty good life in hotels meeting interesting and usually married women and enjoying their charms quite discreetly.

Why married ladies? Well they tend to be a lot of fun, know what they want and how to get there, love to experiment and aren't usually interested in anything other than fun, then back to real life as it were.

This all started about 8 months ago when I ended up going on holiday with my sister Paula and ended up having the time of my life with a lot of very lovely women, including my own sister!

Things had progressed even further when my niece, Kerry, decided that I was just the one to educate her in the amorous arts and succeeded in having her wicked way with me. She was still succeeding a couple of months later, usually on a Saturday morning when her Mum was out shopping. It's my fault, I simply can't resist her.

As it is, I was currently bombing down the M11 in Cambridgeshire when my phone went off and I activated the hands-free system.

"Dave?" came my Dad's voice.

"Yes Dad, how are you?" I asked.

"I'm fine, you haven't forgotten that it's your Mum's birthday bash tonight in Hastings have you?" he enquired.

"No Dad, I'm on my way, but can't tell you how long it will be till I reach the hotel in Hastings tonight, depends on the traffic," I replied.

"Oh good, just that your Mum was wondering where you are as Paula, Martin and Kerry are already here and they didn't know where you were either," he said.

"I'm on the M11; if things go kindly I'll be there in about 2 hours, say 6-ish." I said.

"Thank God, your Mum was under the impression you'd forgotten," he chuckled.

"As if Dad!" I replied. "Paula's just teasing her, all my good clobber travelled down in her car with the kids."

There was a moment of silence before I heard Paula, Kerry and Martin all laughing in the background.

"Your Mum says you're a bad influence on your sister," Dad chuckled.

If only you knew, I thought.

"Did you honestly think I'd risk the wrath of Mum, Dad?" I chuckled in return.

"If you thought you'd get a laugh, yes, Dave, and you know it." He replied with a snort of laughter.

"I'll be there Dad, wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied.

"See you soon son, bye," he finished.

"Bye," I returned and put my foot down even harder.

Traffic was not particularly kind, but I've seen it a lot worse and I arrived at the hotel where I was booked in and where my Dad had booked a hall for Mum's 55th birthday.

"Uncle Dave! Uncle Dave!" came the cries of two excited teens who mobbed me and led me into the lobby where I spotted a few family and family friends sitting around waiting for the show to start as it were.

"Hi bro," said Paula with a twinkle in her eye. "You're sharing a twin room with Martin; hope he doesn't disturb you too much."

"No problem," I replied. "I have a gag and some restraints."

"You do?" said Paula with a raised eyebrow and a very cheeky grin. "Who have you been using them on, bro?"

"Me to know and you to find out," I chuckled. "Anyway, fancy winding Mum up like that, you know Dad gets it in the neck, not you."

"She was fussing," said Paula. "So I couldn't resist."

"Hi bro," came a voice I recognised.

"Hi Meg," I said, turning with a big smile to greet my other sister, who was reputedly the wild one amongst the family as well as the youngest.

Meg came up and gave me a hug.

"Expect to see you on the dance floor later, bro, making me look good," she giggled.

"He makes anyone look good," giggled Kerry.

"True," giggled Meg.

"Best get showered and into my glad rags," I said with a smile at the banter. "Party on down in about an hour?"

"Yup. Going to get this lot dressed as well," said Paula.

"Me too," said Meg. "Was just waiting to say hi."

"Catch you later," I said as Martin led me up to the room.

It didn't take long for Martin to dress and leave me as I sorted out my shower as well as unpack the bag Paula had brought for me when I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Hi Dave," said a beaming Paula. "Going to invite me in."

"Come in, my Lady," I said as she fell in my arms and we kissed passionately.

"Just waiting for Kerry to finish in the shower," she murmured as her hand wandered down to caress my groin.

"Fifteen minutes then?" I said with a wink.

"Yep," Paula replied as she closed and locked the door behind her and dragged me to the bed I'd claimed as my own, my towel falling to the floor as a result.

Throwing me back on the bed Paula swiftly dragged her top off revealing her lovely breasts as she was not wearing a bra. She then slipped her jeans off to reveal no panties either before leaping on top of me.

Our lips met and our tongues entwined as Paula reached down to grab my cock and position him at the entrance to her pussy before pushing down to slide me into her hot, tight welcoming depths.

"Oh yes!" we said in tandem.

"I so miss you and this when I'm away," I gasped as Paula began moving up and down on my shaft with a delicate shimmy of her hips and a deliberate mashing of our pelvic areas at the bottom of the movement.

"I miss you too, Dave," said Paula as she kissed me only to pull away and gasp as an intense orgasm rolled over her body making her blush from her head to her pink nipples.

I rolled us both over when Paula had a measure of control over herself and began powerful thrusts into her gorgeous body making her gasp in pleasure and delight as a series of small orgasms washed over her, culminating in another intense one just as I came to the boil myself and blasted my incestuous cum deep within my beautiful sister.

"Oh I needed that!" gasped Paula as we held each other for a while.

"As did I," I replied.

"I'd better go, don't want Kerry wondering where I've got to," she said as she pulled on her jeans and T-shirt.

I suspected I knew exactly where Kerry will have thought Paula had got to, but held my own council on that.

I quickly cleaned myself off and had a shave and was getting into my smartest and newest outfit when there was another knock at the door. It was Kerry...

"Hi Uncle Dave, got a minute?" she asked.

"As long as it's not too long," I replied. "Party in about half an hour."

"Oh, I suspect we can be quick," she almost purred as she let herself in and locked the door ... again.

She was dressed in the lovely red dress her Mum had bought her in France and looked very lovely.

"Take me, Dave," she whispered.

"Might muss you up," I said. "Not sure if you want that."

Kerry just turned and faced the door and raised up the hem of her dress to reveal a set of short, short panties which she lowered and dropped to the ground from one leg.

I did not know what it was about the ladies of my household, but I was absolutely rigid again at the sight of Kerry's cute bum angled towards me.

I dropped my pants and bent my knees and positioned myself to take my delightful and clearly horny niece.

One good hard thrust and I was balls deep within Kerry and pounded her hard and mercilessly, making her gasp in excitement. I slipped my fingers around to caress her pussy and sought out her clitoris to rub it gently, feeling her body tremble with each touch. It was soon clear that Kerry was very close to boiling over anyway and it didn't take long before her young tight pussy clamped down as an orgasm exploded within her. She gripped my cock tightly in her pleasure and she gave a low gentle moan as she tried to keep her vocal delight to a minimum.

For all I'd just 'done' her mother, it didn't take too long at all before I felt my own pleasure building as Kerry built up to her second orgasm and with mutual delight we just pressed our bodies together as my cock blasted my cum deep within her own orgasming body.

With a giggle Kerry just reached into her handbag and grabbed a spare sanitary towel and pulled her panties up around it. She gave me a soft kiss and silently left the room as I had to clean myself down again.

Ten minutes later I joined the family downstairs and the party got underway.

I complimented both Paula and Kerry who looked simply stunning in their French chic outfits with the full set of war-paint and feathers so to speak. They'd been waiting months to show off the outfits and were the centre of attention of a lot of male eyes.

"God, it makes such a change to be the centre of attention," said Paula with a grin.

"Certainly got one up on Meg this time," I said in return.

"First time ever," giggled Paula.

I did notice Martin surrounded by a gaggle of young cousins and a few daughters of family friends and had to smile. Last year he'd been so self-conscious and nervous that being around girls petrified him. Now he was just enjoying chatting to them and complimenting them without (apparently) being aware of the longing looks he was getting.

We were joined by Meg, her partner Kieran and their two sons Mike and Alex, 10 and 12, respectively I think.

Generally Kieran and I don't get on, he thinks I'm lazy and feckless, whereas I just think he's a wanker, but for parties and the like we observe a truce, keeping the animosity down to the occasional verbal barb.

"Still freeloading off your sister?" he asked, seemingly jovially.

"Till they ask me to leave," I replied. "Mostly it works out fine as at least I was there to help with things after Kevin's death." A thinly aimed barb at Kieran who had told Paula at the funeral to pull herself together and had then suggested putting Kerry and Martin into care till she got over herself.

That remark had gotten him a dressing down by a furious Meg and he had vanished out of everyone's radar for a good long while.

His lips thinned but he at least had the sense not to pursue the matter as Meg's eyes had a dangerous glint about them.

We all entered the hall and the party began, there was a good buffet, a huge cake and a very decent disco. We handed gifts and suchlike to Mum and things as ever were going to plan, though I was going lightly on the beer as the long drive down had left me a touch tired. Well, that and the sexual activity too...

I did get up to dance, encouraged as ever by Paula, and made her and Kerry look brilliant on the dance floor and gave the kids a damned good giggle at my antics. I even got my Mum up to dance and she normally avoids me like the plague as she often just breaks down with laughter as I boogie on down with no style whatsoever around her.

I did sit eventually with a cold drink and watched Paula and Kerry dancing away and having the time of their lives, something that they'd rarely had the chance to do in the past.

"Hi Dave, how's it going?" said Meg as she flopped down beside me glowing from the dancing she'd been doing herself.

"Not bad, how's my little sister?" I asked.

"Same as ever, enjoying life as much as possible," she said. "Sorry about Kieran though, he just can't stop himself."

"It's mutual," I replied with a grin. "Mr Tact is not at home when I'm in the same room as him."

"Yeah, but you don't start it, Dave," she giggled.

"Well, he looks after you and my nephews, so he can't be all bad," I said with a snort.

"True, but he's always saying things he shouldn't and what was funny a few years ago is wearing a bit thin at times," Meg sighed.

"I noticed," I replied.

"Anyway, what have you been doing to our sis, to get her out of the rut she was in?" asked Meg.

"Not a lot really," I replied. "Just let her go her own way without telling her constantly how to live her life. I don't spend that much time with her to be honest."

"No men sniffing around her?" Meg asked.

"Not that I know of, then there's the will thing," I replied.

"Oh yes, she loses everything if she remarries, doesn't she?" mused Meg.