As soon as Peter stepped out of the airport terminal building and onto the sidewalk, he whistled loudly and raised his arm. Surprisingly, a cab stopped immediately, and he threw his luggage into the trunk and gave the address of his destination as he climbed into the back. Settling back and staring out of the window at the unfamiliar city, he couldn't help wondering if he had made the right decision. He had worked for the last ten years for a defence contractor in Chicago, but had been head-hunted by a rival firm operating out of California. The increase in wage, together with the benefits and bonuses amounted to an offer he couldn't refuse and he now found himself in the heat and humidity of the West Coast. When he had made up his mind to accept the offer, he telephoned his sister Claire who had lived in California for the past twelve years, after marrying a local lawyer. Unfortunately, the marriage had broken up just after the birth of their daughter, and with plenty of space in her home, she had immediately offered to put her brother up until he found a place of his own. "It'll be nice to have a man around the house again," she said during one of their phone conversations. Something in her tone made his cock twitch in his pants, and he couldn't help but remember how he and his sister used to fool around when they were teenagers. They hadn't actually fucked, but had come very close to it a few times. He hadn't thought about it for years, and was surprised at his reaction and he mentally chastised himself for allowing such thoughts to surface. Claire was 35 years old and her daughter Emily was 10. Living so far away from each other, contact between them and Peter was sporadic at best. They spoke on the telephone and by email, but actually meeting up was rare. As he sat in the back of the cab, his mind drifted back in time and was filled with images of his sister growing up. She had been a gawky kid with horned rim glasses and braces on her teeth. At eleven, her body started to develop enough for Peter to notice and at fourteen her braces were removed, At sixteen, she started wearing contacts and other boys in the neighbourhood also began to notice her. Peter was a year older than his sister and it was around this time that they started to fool around. He had walked into the bathroom one day and Claire hadn't locked the door. She was in the middle of peeing, and there was nothing she could do as her brother just stood and stared. Because he had seen her cunt, she thought it only fair that she should see his cock and she continued to hound him and make his life a misery until he dropped his shorts for her. She hadn't meant to touch, but she couldn't help reaching out, and he could do nothing to stop his prick from hardening in her hand. That had been the start, and over the next few weeks and months, they explored every inch of each others bodies. The next image that sprang to his mind, was on Claire's wedding day. When she came downstairs, dressed in her gown just before the family left for the church, Peter suddenly realised that his gawky sister had turned into a stunningly beautiful woman and he had to swallow the lump in his throat. Right after the ceremony, Claire and her husband left for the honeymoon and then to start their new life in California, and Peter would now see his sister less than once a year. When Emily had been born, he had made it to the Christening, and held his niece for some family photographs. During the following ten years, he had seen Emily only six times, but even as a child, it was obvious that she had inherited her mother's good looks. When the cab reached Claire's house, he paid it off and knocked on the front door. A few moments later, it was thrown open and Claire grinned at him and said simply, "Hi Peter." His sister was wearing a pair of low cut denims that looked like they had been sprayed on and a white crop top that exposed her flat stomach and invited his eyes to follow the outline of her hips that led down between her legs. Before he could reply, she threw herself into his arms and kissed him fully on the mouth. Her body seemed to melt into his and his nose was filled with her scent as she broke the kiss and buried her face in his neck. "God, its good to see you," she said as she pulled her face back and stared into his eyes. "Its good to see you too sis," he said, hoping that she couldn't feel his hardening prick press into her stomach. "You're looking as gorgeous as ever." "Yeah right!" she said, although he could tell she was pleased. "I'm an old woman now." "No way," he countered, "You're as gorgeous now as you were when you were sixteen." He had no idea why he said that, but he felt a tingle in his body as Claire blushed, and he knew that she was remembering the same things that he had been thinking about. Giving herself a mental shake, Claire stepped back and said, "Come on in." He followed her into the small hall and put down his luggage as Claire shouted, "Emily, your Uncle Peter's here." Two things then happened almost simultaneously. Firstly, there was the sound of pounding feet from upstairs, and secondly a telephone started ringing somewhere in the house. "Shit," Claire muttered and then said, "Sorry Peter, I need to take that." "No problem," he replied, just as a whirlwind rushed down the stairs. "Uncle Peter!" Emily cried excitedly and launched herself at him. She had actually launched herself from the fourth stair from the bottom and he had no option but to catch her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs went around his waist as he automatically gripped her firm little bottom. It took a few seconds for him to realise that the preteen wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt and that his fingers were deep in her ass crack and on her slit. It was so unexpected that he just stood in shock as Emily kissed him on the mouth and she wriggled her little butt on his fingers. Whether by accident, or on purpose, her squirming opened up her cunt and his finger slid about half an inch inside her body. "Em.. Em.. Emily," he eventually managed to stutter, but by this time the little girl had pushed her butt down into his hands and managed to get another half inch of finger up her fuck tube. She pulled her face back and giggled at the look on his face, but her ass just kept on wriggling about in his hands. "Emily!" Claire shouted, and Peter's heart lurched and thumped wildly as he thought he had been caught, but the voice was coming from another room and it continued, "Take your Uncle Peter upstairs and show him his room. I'll be a few more minutes on the telephone." Her sex was very hot and gripped his finger as she laughed and said, "Carry me upstairs Uncle Peter." In a daze, he obeyed her like a zombie and for every step he took, his preteen niece pressed her ass downwards and took more and more of his finger into her hole. There could be no pretence now and they both knew that Emily was deliberately letting him finger her. He encountered no resistance apart from her natural tightness and it was obvious that her hymen wasn't intact. By the time he reached the top of the stairs, his finger was fully inside the child's cunt and she wasn't only hot now, but also wet. Her face was flushed and she managed to nod her head towards an open bedroom door and gasp, "In there." As he walked into the bedroom, Emily's little butt was rising up and down his finger and he let her fuck herself until she gave a small shudder. A small amount of girl cum dripped out of her hole and into the palm of his hand as she buried her face in the side of his neck and panted like an overheated dog. When she eventually recovered, he lowered her to her feet and she giggled as he raised his finger to his nose and smelt it before licking her juices. There was a massive bulge in the front of his pants and her fingers lightly brushed it just as Claire's voice came up the stairs, and said, "Come down when you're ready Peter. The coffee's on." "Bye," the child whispered as she skipped out of the room. Peter slumped against the wall of the bedroom and frantically tried to make some sense out of what had just happened. It was like an episode from The Twilight Zone, all mixed up with his sexual fantasy, and he closed his eyes and tried to wake up. "Its a dream," he whispered to himself. "It's all a dream." When he opened his eyes a few moments later however, he was still in a bedroom, in his sisters house and his fingers still smelt of his nieces cunt! He came slowly down the stairs and found Claire sitting at the breakfast table in the kitchen with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee. There was a freshly brewed pot waiting and she nodded her head at it and said, "Help yourself." When he sat down opposite her, he was struck again by her beauty, but any erotic thoughts he may have entertained were quickly vanished as he thought about what her reaction would be if she found out he had molested her ten year old daughter. He began to have serious doubts about staying in the house and assured his sister that he would start looking for his own place tomorrow morning. Claire looked disappointed at this and when he asked her if everything was alright, his sister said, "Actually, I was looking forward to having you around. I thought it would be nice for us to spend some time together. I know that Emily would like that. She's been really excited since I told her you would be staying here." "Well...." he began, unsure how to react. The thought of staying in the same house as his sister and his very over-sexed preteen niece was very attractive, but the consequences could be disastrous. "Please," Claire urged. "It'll be just like old times with the two of us living in the same house. You used to like that, didn't you?" It was the strangest question to ask, and something in her voice made it even stranger. Looking into her smiling face, he nodded his head and Claire grinned and said, "Good! That's settled then." After their coffee Peter went to his room and unpacked. He had decided to take a few days vacation before he started his new job, but Claire still had to work. He suddenly realised that that would mean that he would be alone in the house when the child returned from school, and the thought excited and scared him. The rest of the day, he helped Claire prepare the evening meal and then all three of them lazed about and watched some television. In the darkened room, Peter was able to look at his sister's body and let his imagination run riot as he tried to picture what was beneath her clothes. He also watched his little niece and had the same thoughts. Although he had fingered her to a climax, he still hadn't actually seen her cunt, and he wondered if he dared to suggest it to her. Both Claire and Emily seemed oblivious to what he was thinking and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he tried to ease his hard cock into a better position. The next morning, he rose late and tried to justify it to himself by blaming jet lag. Emily had already left for school and her mother had left for the office. There was a note on the breakfast table telling him to make himself at home and he did just that. He wandered through the ground floor of the house, including the garage before going upstairs. He opened Claire's bedroom door and his eyes roamed around the room at the freshly made bed to the tidy furniture and the door of the en-suite bathroom. He couldn't resist opening the bathroom door and he could smell the sweet and moist air. Claire had taken her morning shower and there was still a slight sheen of condensation on the tiled walls and the air was also fragrant with her perfume. He took the top off her laundry basket and was disappointed to find it empty. Leaving the room exactly as he found it, he crossed the corridor and opened Emily's door. If Claire's bedroom was tidy, her daughter's was the exact opposite. There was hardly room to walk on the carpet without standing on something and there were clothes tossed carelessly in every corner. Every flat surface seemed to be overflowing with all sorts of stuff and he smiled and was about to close the door on the mess. Emily didn't have an en-suite bathroom and the entire floor was her laundry basket. Just as he was closing the door, his eyes fell on a small pair of pink panties lying on the floor at the side of the bed. Entering the room and being very careful where he stood, his hand trembled as he scooped the underwear up and looked at it closely. The crotch was stained and he brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. There was a slight odour of stale piss, but it was overshadowed by the scent of her sex that reminded him of the previous day. With the material pressed to his nose, Peter walked quickly to his own bathroom and pulled out his hard cock. Looking at himself in the mirror, he pushed the child's panties harder against his nose and he jacked himself off into the wash hand basin. He had fallen asleep on his bed in the middle of the afternoon and woke with a jump at a loud bang. Before his brain could process the source of the noise, he heard the thumps of someone running up the stairs at top speed and he realised that Emily was home. For some reason she seemed incapable of walking up or down the stairs like any normal person and always took them at a run. He was glad he had put her soiled panties back in her room, because a few seconds later, the child burst into his room and greeted him, "Hello Uncle Peter." "Hi Emily," he replied, wiping the last of the sleep from his eyes. "Had a good day at school?" "Pretty shitty," she replied, surprising him with her language, as she hopped onto his bed and sat down. She crossed her ankles and opened her knees to sit facing him in the classic yoga position and he could clearly see her little white panties under her school skirt. Completely unconcerned that he was looking up her skirt, she continued, "We did some track and field though. That was fun, but I got all sweaty." Emily's panties were stretched so tightly over her pubic mound that Peter could see the outline of her slit beneath the material and he only just caught what she said. "Yeah, its really hot out there," he said, still glancing between her legs. He forced himself to look away and then said, "Can I get you some cookies and milk?" "Sure," she said with a smile as she got off the bed, "But I need to pee. Can I use your bathroom?" "Sure honey," he replied. "Help yourself." He was half lying and half sitting on the bed with the back of his head resting on the headboard, and the toilet door was right in front of him. He watched the preteen's firm little ass sway gently as she walked into the bathroom and only when she turned around and skimmed her panties down to her ankles, did it register in his brain that she had no intention of shutting the door. As soon as she sat down, he heard the soft hiss of her piss and she looked straight at his as she moved her knees apart. It was the first time he had actually seen her cunt and the erotic sight of it spurting out her piss had his cock hard instantly. He knew that he should look away. He should get off the bed and walk out of the room, but his body wouldn't obey his brain. His eyes were riveted on his preteen niece and he almost groaned in disappointment as the powerful flow of her waste lessened until only the last few drips splashed into the water below. Emily reached out and tore off a ball of toilet tissue and carefully wiped herself. Instead of letting the paper fall into the bowl however, she raised it to her nose and inhaled loudly. "I like the smell of piss. Don't you Uncle Peter?" she asked coyly. Peter's mouth was so dry that he had to work saliva up from his throat before her could speak. Even then he didn't trust himself to do it and he just nodded his head. With a wide grin on her face, she held out the toilet paper and asked, "Would you like to smell my piss?" He had no idea how to react to the young girl. What had happened yesterday he had put down to accidental contact that had gone too far. Now however, Emily was making not so subtle sexual advances to him and his brain was in turmoil. He knew what he should do of course. He should shout at her! Chastise her! Call her mother! Get out of the room! Find another place to live! Find another job! Emigrate! What he actually did however, was to nod his head and watch as Emily rose from the toilet and walked towards him. She could only take little steps because her panties were still around her ankles, but she finally reached the edge of the bed and offered the wet tissue to him. Giggling like a little girl as she watched her Uncle smell her piss, she pulled up her panties and asked, "Can I get my cookies and milk now?" This was what scared him the most. One minute Emily was acting like a complete slut, and the next she was a normal ten-year-old. Did she know what she was doing? Were her actions completely innocent? Peter just didn't know what was happening, but he rolled off the bed and obediently followed her to the kitchen. When Claire returned home, Peter took them out to Pizza Hut for something to eat and he watched Emily play normally with other children, and make numerous trips to the ice cream station just like all the other kids in the place. He was lost in thought when Claire leaned forward and said, "You're very quiet. Is anything wrong?" Forcing a smile onto his face, he shook his head and replied, "No, I'm fine. Just thinking about the move and my new job. It's a lot happening all at once." He didn't add that his cock got hard every time he looked at his sister's daughter and that he was afraid that he was turning into a paedophile. Claire nodded in sympathy and said, "I know, but look on the bright side. You've got Emily and me to take care of you." He looked at his sister as she added, "We want to take care of you Peter. We'll make sure that you have everything you need!" "Thanks," he muttered, unsure of exactly what she meant, but he couldn't take the conversation any further because Emily came back to the table with another bowl of desert. The next morning, Peter was out of bed early enough to join them for breakfast. While he drank his coffee, Claire said, "Can you do me a favour Peter?" "Sure," he replied. "What do you need?" "I have to work late at the office tonight and won't be back until around ten," she informed him. "Can you look after Emily? If you have other plans, I can call a sitter." "No, that's okay sis," he replied. "I don't have any other plans." She smiled her gratitude and then turned to her daughter when the child said, "But tonight's my bath night. Does that mean I won't get my bath?" "Don't worry darling," her mother replied. "I'm sure Uncle Peter will bath you if you ask nicely." Peter's heart lurched and he wished that he had made up some excuse and that Claire had called in a babysitter. Instead, all he could do was smile and nod when Emily turned to him and asked, "Will you bath me tonight Uncle Peter?" When Emily came home from school later that day, Peter made sure he was downstairs and he busied himself cooking a meal while his niece was in her room doing homework. When he shouted her down, they sat at the table to eat, and then she went to watch some television while he cleared away. When he went into the lounge, Emily was sitting on the couch, but he couldn't believe his eyes at the images on the television. A large breasted woman was getting fucked by two black studs and she had a cock up her cunt and another deep in her asshole. "Emily!" he cried. "What the hell are you watching?" 2There was nothing good on the television Uncle Peter," she replied sweetly, "So I'm watching some of Mommy's porn." She looked over her shoulder at him and added, "It's alright, Mommy allows me to watch it." "Claire lets you watch this?" he said incredulously. "I think you're lying to me young lady." "No I'm not," she assured him. "Phone her if you don't believe me. We watch porn together quite often!" Despite her words, Emily got off the couch and took the DVD out of the machine. The television reverted back to normal programmes and he breathed a silent sigh of relief as Emily trotted past him and went upstairs. He sat down heavily on the sofa and shook his head in wonder at a ten-year-old watching people fuck on the television screen and was trying to decide if he should tell his sister what had happened. He had assumed that Emily had gone to her bedroom, but he found out his mistake when she came back into the room holding another DVD. As he stared at her open mouthed, she slipped the disc into the player and jumped onto his knee saying, "This one's my favourite!" Before he could utter a word, she pressed the play button on the remote she was holding. He assumed that the film was a pirate because it started immediately without any of the normal opening titles or advertisements and within seconds a very attractive brunette was sucking cock. Emily had her back to him and she was squirming about on his lap to get comfortable. He was sure that she must be able to feel his hard shaft beneath her little butt and there was suddenly a loud thump as she dropped the remote on the floor. "Oops," she said, as she bent forward to pick it up. The action raised up the back of her short skirt and her little pink asshole was displayed. The preteen wasn't wearing any panties again and as she bent lower, Peter could see her puffy little slit. Having reached the remote, she threw it onto the seat beside him and straightened up. Settling back in his lap, with her back resting on his chest, she took both his hands and pulled them around her waist. "That's better," she said. "This is how Mommy and I watch porn!" The image of his sister and his niece watching hardcore porn together, combined with the antics of the girl on the screen who was now on her back and getting seriously pounded, had aroused him so much that he had to be very careful how he was sitting. Emily continued to squirm around and if she kept rubbing her flesh over his hard prick, he was going to cum in his pants. His bulge was now between her legs and the thin jogging pants he was wearing did little contain his swelling. She just wouldn't sit still and her constant mutterings of "Oooo," and "Aaaa," did little to settle him. The film seemed to be divided into separate stories, and when the guy fucking the brunette had pulled his cock out of her cunt and sprayed his load all over her face, Emily giggled and turned to look at her Uncle. "I like it when they do that," she said happily. "I bet that white stuff tastes good because I've seen a lot of the girls eat it." Peter swallowed hard and nodded his head as his niece looked back towards the screen. The film screen faded to black and a couple of seconds later, the next story began. This was going to be a slower build up because a stunning blonde girl was lying sunbathing beside a pool with no one else in sight. She was only wearing bikini bottoms and her nipples were already tight and hard, as the camera zoomed in for a close up. She moaned softly to herself as one hand slid into the waistband and rubbed at her hidden slit. Emily unexpectedly jumped down from Peter's lap and said, "I'm going to get a soda. Do you want one?" Anything that would cool him down would be welcome and he nodded eagerly. As she raced off, he looked down at the large bulge in the front of his pants and saw that it was topped with a wet stain. He knew that he was highly aroused, but was surprised that he was leaking enough pre-cum to make that size of stain. When he pulled his finger through it, he could feel the sticky goo on the skin of his finger and knew that it wasn't his slime. Bring his finger to his nose confirmed that it was Emily's juice and he shivered at the very thought. When Emily came back, clutching a can of soda in each hand, her eyes were immediately drawn to the dark stain on Peter's pants. She had no doubts who caused the mess and she looked at him and said, "Sorry Uncle Peter, I've made you all messy. When I sit on Mommy's lap, she doesn't have a big lump for me to rub against." He reassured her that it was okay and the child smiled at him and lowered her voice as she said confidentially, "Don't tell Mommy, but I prefer your bulge to her lap!" She put the soda on the floor and Peter stiffened when her fingers reached out to try and rub the stain away. The fact that she was also rubbing her fingers over the sensitive head of his prick made him moan and she giggled happily. "You've got a hard cock, just like the man in the film," she whispered. When his eyes darted to the television, he could see that the blonde had been joined by a man and she was sitting astride his lap and bouncing her cunt up and down his shaft. When he looked back at the preteen, Emily had pulled the elasticated waist of his jogging pants out and was looking inside. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and although he knew that the ten-year-old could see everything he had, he was powerless to stop her hand reaching inside and her hot fist closing around his prick. Not satisfied with just touching his shaft, Emily pulled the front of his jogging pants down as far as she could and tucked the waistband under his balls. His impressive prick made the child lick her lips and her little heart was beating wildly. The steel hard seven inch shaft looked massive to her and she stared at it as if committing every curve of the hot surface to her memory. "Emily," he whispered, "You shouldn't be doing that. Please stop and we won't tell your Mommy what happened. It'll be our secret." The preteen didn't reply and Peter groaned as her fingers began to stroke him off. "Emily," he tried again. "Please stop baby. This is wrong. You have to stop." His voice was little more than a whisper and his hands never moved from his sides as he stared at the little girl's hand on his cock. He felt relief and a tremendous disappointment when Emily smiled up at him and said, "Okay Uncle Peter." She released her hold on his prick and Peter closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the couch, thinking that the incident was over. He couldn't have been more wrong however and his eyes snapped open when the preteen jumped back on his lap. This time she was facing him and her knees were straddling his lap. He opened his mouth to protest, but all that came from his throat was a loud moan when he felt the child's wet slit touch the tip of his cock. "No Emily, we can't do this" he managed to gasp, and again his niece just smiled at him and replied, "Okay Uncle Peter." Her hips were rocking back and forwards and he could feel her juices cover the head of his prick. He could also feel the pre-cum ooze out of his piss hole and add to the slime. The sensation of the ten year olds cunt against his cock was awesome and he desperately wanted to lift up the front of her skirt and watch. Whilst he was positive that Emily wouldn't have objected, he still harboured the mistaken belief that this wouldn't go any further and that he should do nothing to encourage her. Remembering that she had used his finger to bring herself of on the day of his arrival, he hoped that she would bring herself off again by rubbing her hole over his prick and then she would be satisfied. Holding this thought in his brain, he frantically tried to blot out and ignore the other thought which was to push down on her shoulders and ram his cock up her cunt. It was so weird to have one half of his brain screaming leave me alone and the other half demanding that he fuck her brains out! Emily stopped moving her hips and he could feel that the tip of his cock was pressing directly into the middle of her sex. The feeling changed abruptly and he felt her start to press down. "God, no Emily," he cried. "Don't do that baby. Don't do that." Still smiling, the preteen replied with the only three words that she seemed capable of speaking. "Okay Uncle Peter," she said. She was still smiling at him, but chewing on her bottom lip at the same time as she increased the pressure, and Peter couldn't help himself as he looked down between her legs. He couldn't see anything because of her skirt, but it was like he had x-ray eyes. The image of her slime covered slit pressing down onto his cock was clear in his brain and he groaned loudly again and closed his eyes. That didn't help because the erotic image was still in his brain and his niece was really pushing downwards now. Something had to give and it was the resistance of her cunt flesh. One second she was pressing down as hard as she could, and the next, Peter's prick popped passed her outer lips and into her tight tube. Emily cried out in triumph and she stayed motionless for a few seconds to savour the sensation of having a real cock inside her preteen cunt. Peter's eyes snapped open when he penetrated her and he gasped, "No Emily, you have to get up now. Please baby. Get up." Even before she opened her mouth to reply, he knew what she was going to say. "Okay Uncle Peter," she said. She had no intention of obeying him of course, and she knew, just as he knew also, that he could easily lift her off his lap if he wanted to. With slow rocking movements of her hips, the little girl allowed her Uncle's shaft to penetrate her millimetre by millimetre and he was powerless to resist. She had between three and four inches of cock inside her body when she pulled up the front of her skirt and looked down at where they were joined. Peter also stared at one of the horniest sights he had ever seen and his mouth went dry. His entire shaft was thickly covered with slime and as he watched, a small trickle of sticky goo ran down his prick and onto his balls. He could feel when pre-cum was squeezed out of his piss hole, but there was no way that he was responsible for this much slime and he realised that Emily must be soaking wet. He was astonished that such a young girl could get so aroused and he watched as she began the rocking movement with her hips again and swallowed more of his shaft into her hot tube. Her puffy slit was bulging out obscenely as her tube stretched to accommodate his prick, but she kept up her movements until she had taken another half an inch and he felt his shaft bottom out in her hole. Vainly trying one last time to put an end to it, Peter looked back into his niece's face and said quietly, "Don't Emily. We can't do this baby!" "Okay Uncle Peter," the preteen replied, just as he knew she would, and Peter had to accept defeat. Giving in to every urge that his brain was screaming, he kept staring at her and hissed, "Fuck me you little slut. Bounce that hot little cunt of yours up and down my cock until I fill you with cum." Grinning from ear to ear, Emily said, "Okay Uncle Peter." The preteen raised herself up until his cock almost came out of her body and then sighed happily as she sank down on it. Repeating her actions, she gradually speeded up her movements until she was fucking him at a fast pace. They could both hear the sloshing and rasping noises from inside her cunt and it made Emily giggle. Whilst Peter smiled as well, he was becoming aware that his niece was so tight that he wasn't going to last very long before he spurted. Pushing his hand down over her flat stomach, he probed the top of her slit with his finger and was surprised that her clit was so easy to find. Rock hard and fully out of its sheath, the sensitive little bud was slippery with her juice and she groaned as his fingers pressed into it. Within a few seconds, the child was moaning continually and she was looking down at what his fingers were doing. She never stopped bouncing however until her climax exploded deep inside her. She cried out and shuddered violently as her cum overwhelmed her body and her cunt spasmed. The tightness in her hole increased like a vice and Peter gritted his teeth as his spunk jetted up his cock and splattered into her cunt. Four powerful spurts blasted into Emily's fuck hole, followed by a number of less forceful ones before his balls were empty. Panting with exertion and suddenly very scared at the consequences of what he'd just done, Peter slumped back on the couch and held Emily upright as she continued to convulse. After she had recovered and opened her eyes, she seemed to be quite happy to remain seated on his softening prick, but Peter gently lifted her off his lap and onto the floor. She watched in delight as long strands of cum dripped out of her cunt and she caught one on her finger and slurped the slime into her mouth. Letting it flow over taste buds, her face broke into a grin and she clapped her hands in delight as she said, "It tastes good. I just knew it would!" Her hole was open and already looked bruised and Peter sat forward and buried his face in his hands. The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was nearly making him throw up and he couldn't bear to look at his niece. All he wanted now was some way to turn back time, but instead of that solution, Emily patted him kindly on the arm and said, "What's wrong Uncle Peter? Didn't you like me fucking you?" Peter took a deep breath and looked at the child. Emily's skirt had dropped down to hide her sex and she looked such a normal little girl that it made him even more conscious of what he'd done. "We shouldn't have done that Emily, he said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. So sorry." "Yes we should," she corrected him. "It was really cool. Didn't you enjoy fucking me?" "It doesn't matter whether I enjoyed it or not," he said patiently, but using the tone of voice that an adult uses when her tries to explain something to a child. "It was wrong, and we could both be in a lot of trouble if anyone finds out what we've done." "Then we won't tell anyone," the girl replied, with simple logic. "You promise you won't tell?" Peter asked hopefully, as he tried to straighten out the horrible mess. "Promise!" she confirmed, making a cross over her heart with her finger. "Cross my heart and hope to die!" Peter heaved a massive sigh of relief but Emily still wanted an answer to her original question. Looking at him closely, she asked again, "Did you enjoy fucking me, Uncle Peter?" "Yes Emily," he answered honestly. "I enjoyed it a lot." Satisfied, the preteen smiled and nodded her head. They tidied up the room and Emily put the porn DVD back where she had got it from. Just before nine o'clock, she looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It's time for my bath, Uncle Peter." He had completely forgotten about the bath, but thought what the hell. He had already fucked the child so seeing her naked in the bath was no big deal, and besides, the preteen definitely had to wash her cunt before Claire got home. One smell of the child's used hole and the game was up. "Okay," he said getting to his feet. "I'll get it ready." A few minutes later, the bath was full and he called Emily upstairs. Without any embarrassment, the young girl stripped in front of him and got into the bath. He shampooed her hair while she sat in the bath, and was using a mug to lift water out of the bath and pour it over Emily's head. As he rinsed off the soap, he studied the girl's body and his eyes flicked from the slightest of swellings were her tits would some day be, to the hairless cunt that was under the water. He couldn't prevent his cock becoming hard again, and as it was at the same level as Emily's eyes, she couldn't help but see it. She giggled as the bulge got bigger and reached out her hand to stroke it. "Emily!" Peter said sternly, "You promised to behave." "I did not," the child replied with great dignity. "I promised not to tell anyone what we did. I didn't promise that we wouldn't do it again!" He couldn't deny the truth of what she had said, and while he was thinking about it, Emily's hand was pulling down the front of his shorts and letting his cock spring free. Moving her face towards him she giggled as she looked up at him and said, "Your cock smells like my cunt!" He loved to hear her use obscene words like that, but it crossed his mind that she shouldn't have even known their meaning. He could have understood her calling her sex any of the baby names like pee-pee or slit. Given that she was used to watching porn, he could have also understood her calling it her pussy, but he couldn't figure out where she had got the word cunt from. His train of thought was disturbed when she moved even closer to him and slurped the head of his prick into her mouth. "Jesus," he gasped, as her hot mouth closed around it. "Oh Jesus, that's nice!" Her technique was poor, but she was certainly enthusiastic as she slurped loudly around his cock and bobbed her head rapidly, imitating what she had seen in the porn movies. As she worked on him, her little fist gripped the base of his shaft and jacked him off. Occasionally, her tooth would snag the sensitive flesh, making him wince and he pressed his palm on the back of her head to slow her down. "Slowly baby," he said softly. "Nice and slow and make sure that you keep your teeth back. Just use your mouth to suck." She pulled back her face with a loud slurp that caused her saliva to run out the corners of her mouth and drip on her flat chest. Her hand didn't stop jacking him however and she grinned up at his face as she asked, "Why do they call it a blow job, if you have to suck?" "I have no idea Emily," he replied, pulling her mouth back onto his hard prick, "But just keep sucking!" The preteen did the best she could, licking and sucking the shaft and Peter figured that she probably could make him cum if she kept at it long enough. He had other ideas however, and what he really wanted was back in her tight and hot cunt. Gently pulling his prick away from her mouth, he looked down at her and said, "I want to fuck you again." Grinning happily, the young girl eagerly stood up in the bath, with the water cascading off her skin and said, "Okay. Do you want me to get dried and we can go to your bedroom?" His eyes danced over her flawless skin and lingered on her fuck hole that was still stretched open and he growled, "No baby. Right here will be just fine." He picked her up in his arms and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. It was exactly the same position she had been in when she first greeted him a few days ago, but this time he had no reservations about supporting her butt with both hands and moving his fingers onto her cunt and her tightly closed asshole. She groaned at his touch and closed her eyes as he lowered her slightly and positioned his cock at the entrance to her hole. She was still open and her cunt was bubbling with her juices, so he was able to penetrate her much easier than on the couch downstairs. The preteen still cried out on a mixture of pain and pleasure as she was stretched wide, but Peter paid no attention as he took a couple of steps forward and pushed her against the wall. Water was dripping onto the floor from her body and Peter's clothes were soaking wherever her body touched him, but he wasn't even aware of the fact. Taking a good grip of her wet and slippery ass cheeks, he started fucking her and ramming her back against the wall with every thrust. He pounded her so hard that she couldn't keep her legs wrapped around his waist and they splayed out like she was doing the splits. Lowering his mouth onto her hers, he kissed her wildly, open mouthed and with his tongue inside her throat. The preteen responded eagerly and she was moaning and groaning as her immature cunt was battered and fucked harder than she had ever imagined. Peter was glad that he had already cum up the child because he wanted this fuck to last a bit longer. Pounding her with long hard strokes he savoured again the delight of fucking the tightest fuck hole he had ever been in. Emily was a willing participant in the fuck, but she was powerless to take any active part. The tiled wall of the bathroom had been cold on her bare back at first but had now warmed up and she was being pinned between the wall and Peter's rutting body. Her little hard clit was being continually stimulated by the thrusting shaft and she was desperate to feel the ecstasy of a cum again. She'd had many orgasms before in her young life, but nothing compared to having her cunt full of real cock. She could feel the familiar rush deep in the pit of her stomach and she danced her tongue in Peter's mouth as the intensity built. She had always cum quickly before when she played with herself. She could masturbate for ages just to feel good, but she had two special places that very quickly took her over the top. One was her hard little clit and the other was the flesh around her piss hole. With Peter's cock rasping over her clit, she should have climaxed by now, but the intensity of the tingling sensation in her cunt just kept increasing. Her whole body was quivering as she soared higher than she ever thought possible and the intensity of her bliss became almost unbearable. Every sinew and tendon was stretched tight like the strings of a musical instrument and her nostrils flared as she fought for breath. Suddenly, her climax detonated inside her. Her body stiffened to the point that she couldn't even cry out and an indescribable wave of pure bliss reverberated around her preteen body. She shuddered and convulsed, but Peter took no notice. He was only aware that her cunt was gripping him tighter and that his balls were being bathed in her hot girl cum. Emily's throat eventually relaxed so that she could draw air into her lungs, and then she began to cry out wildly as her Uncle's thrusting prick held her in orgasm. Her head thrashed from side to side and her eyes were tightly closed as she was pounded relentlessly until he could feel the spunk boil in his balls. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer and he gritted his teeth as he tried to delay the inevitable. It proved impossible however and he groaned as he pumped his slime into the still climaxing child. Long minutes later, he lowered her feet to the ground as he pulled out of her body with a loud slurp. Emily's legs were shaky and he had to support her as he walked her back over to the bath. Helping her in, he hugged her tightly before he soaped her body and cleaned her skin of sweat and cum. He paid particular attention to washing her fuck hole and he made sure that all his spunk was rinsed out of her body. He couldn't do anything about the bruising around her abused cunt, but he didn't want his sister to find her full of his slime. As he was drying her, he said, "You'll have to be careful that your Mommy doesn't see your little cunt like that baby. She'll know that you've been fucked." "That's okay Uncle Peter," Emily replied. "I'll try to make sure that she doesn't see me naked, but if she does, I'll tell her that I was playing with myself. She knows that I do that a lot!" Peter stored that piece of information away for the future, but right now he had more pressing matters. It was already a quarter to ten, and Claire would be home any minute. A frantic clean up took another few minutes and when Claire came through the door, Emily was in her bed and Peter was downstairs in the living room reading a paper. She was full of apologies for being slightly late but Peter assured her that Emily hadn't been any trouble and was safely tucked up in bed. It was a slightly worrying time for him when Claire went up to her daughter's bedroom to say goodnight and they spent a long time talking. When she came back downstairs, she was all smiles and thanked him again for taking care of her little girl. The next morning, Peter was having a lovely dream about getting sucked off by a beautiful girl, and when his eyes fluttered open, Emily's mouth was glued to the head of his hard prick. The child was a quick learner, and there wasn't even the slightest brush of her teeth as she sucked him as hard as she could and jacked him furiously with her hand. Her tongue swirled around his piss hole and when she stiffened it and probed his small slit, Peter groaned and whispered, "Nearly there baby. Keep doing that and I'll spray in your mouth." That was just what Emily wanted to hear and she moaned excitedly and continued to stimulate him. "Oh fuck," he hissed. "Here it comes baby. Here it fucking comes." The preteen swallowed rapidly as the first two powerful jets of spunk hosed into her mouth and then collected the rest of his load in her mouth. After milking every last drop out of his balls, she allowed his cock to slip out of her mouth and she pushed the spunk around her mouth with her tongue. Eventually she swallowed it down and grinned at him. He couldn't imagine a better way to wake up and he returned her grin as she got to her feet and skipped out of his bedroom. She was already dressed in her school clothes and he heard her feet on the stairs as she raced down for breakfast. When Peter appeared at the table, Claire and Emily were nearly finished their meal, and he poured himself a coffee and sat down. Emily gave him a small smile and Claire said, "God Peter, I'm really sorry about this, but I've been asked to work late again tonight. To be honest, I could do with the extra money, but if you don't want to be saddled with looking after Emily again, its alright." "No problem," he assured her. "I don't mind looking after her at all, but you know that I start my new job tomorrow, right?" "I know," Claire assured him. "I just thought I'd grab a little extra money when it was offered." "No problem," Peter said. "I enjoy looking after Emily!" "Yeah," Emily chipped in. "Uncle Peter plays with me. He's great." She looked at him with her innocent face and continued, "Can we play again tonight Uncle Peter? Just like we did last night?" "Sure," he said, after swallowing hard, "Just like we did last night!" For the rest of the day, Peter was walking around the house with a stiff cock, waiting on Emily coming home from school. Every time he pictured her body, he got harder and his balls ached. Time seemed to drag all through the afternoon until, at last, the front door burst open and Emily rushed inside like a whirlwind. She threw her school satchel onto the floor and jumped into Peter's arms. Without and preamble, she laughed as she asked, "Do you want to fuck me now. I got myself really wet on the bus home." "And how did you do that, young lady?" he asked in mock severity. "With my fingers, silly!" she informed him as she waved her hand under his nose so he could smell her drying juices. "I was still wet and gooey because I made myself cum in the toilets at afternoon break, but my fingers made sure I was extra juicy for you." Kissing her little mouth, he carried the preteen into the living room and laid her down on the couch. She lifted her butt up as he pushed her skirt up around her waist, and he could see the damp stain in the crotch of her lemon panties. Keeping her ass in the air, she waited until he had skimmed her underwear down to her knees, before relaxing back and lifting her feet in the air. He would normally have smelt and licked Emily's soiled panties, but there was no point when her ripe cunt was exposed in front of his eyes. Dropping to his knees, he held the girl's ankles wide apart and stared at the gorgeous slit for a few seconds before lowering his face between her legs. The smell of hot cunt invaded his nostrils and his tongue swiped over the length of her sex before pushing inside. Emily gasped at his touch and closed her eyes as she pushed her hips up to his mouth. The flesh around the little girl's cunt was starting to discolour with dark bruising, but her arousal was more than a match for any pain. She didn't even flinch when Peter used his fingers to pull her hole open and started to suck out her juices. He purposely avoided her sensitive clit and concentrated on drinking down as much slime as he could reach. As he licked and sucked however, his tongue stimulated the entrance of Emily's piss hole, and she was beginning to feel very good. The deeper his tongue went, the more she thrust her cunt at his face and the tingling between her legs was escalating rapidly. Her skin was flushed and her breathing was rapid and shallow, and Peter knew the signs. Deciding to bring his niece off, he sucked her hard clit into his mouth and thrashed it with his tongue. The effect was like an electric current had been applied to her slit and her body stiffened and her back arched off the couch. Crying out and groaning at the same time, Emily orgasmed and produced the most delicious girl cum Peter had ever tasted. He was still lapping up the last of it when Emily recovered her senses enough to open her eyes again and watch him. When he pulled his face away, Emily's juices were all over his mouth and chin and he wiped them clear with the back of his hand. Getting to his feet, Emily watched closely as he pulled his tee shirt over his head and unfastened his pants before kicking them off. For the first time, he was determined that they would both be naked when they fucked, and he dropped his underwear to the floor, letting his cock spring free. Emily's eyes shone as she gazed on his prick and it always surprised her that her little fuck slot was able to stretch enough to take it inside, and she was also very proud of the fact. "Your turn Emily," Peter said. "Take your clothes off." While she jumped to her feet to obey, Peter lay down on the couch and gently stroked his shaft as he watched the preteen strip. There was no attempt to excite him or to tease. They were both ready for a fuck and the young girl removed her clothes as fast as she could and left them in a crumpled heap on the floor. He was glad to see that her cunt had shrunk back to its normal size, even although she was still bruised, and he had decided to let Emily take her own time in taking his prick. He waited patiently until she had straddled his lap and he rubbed his cock up and down her sticky slit before she began to press down. Slow, but continual pressure, swallowed his shaft until he bottomed out in her tube and she started to bounce up and down. Watching her pubic mound bulge as it was stuffed to capacity, he reached up to rub his hands over her chest. Her tits were almost non-existent, but her nipples were tight and hard, and he rolled them between his fingers and thumbs, making her moan loudly. Emily was in heaven. With her clit and nipples being stimulated and her cunt filled with hot cock, the child couldn't hold out any longer and she gladly gave in to her climax. Her body bucked and twisted on the prick embedded in her hole, and Peter grinned as he watched her squirm. He was glad that she'd cum, because now it was his turn. He pulled her tight to his chest, and in one fluid motion sprang to his feet with his cock still inside her. Turning around, he laid her on her back on the sofa and had just started to fuck her when a voice cried out, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!" Both Emily and Peter froze instantly and he could swear that an ice cold hand had reached inside his body and was squeezing his heart. He recognised his sister's voice and knew full well that she was standing behind them. Even with that knowledge however, he couldn't turn his face to look at her. Facing her would demand that he made some kind of explanation, and as his actions were a crime in every state in the union, and as his wilting cock was still inside her daughter's cunt, reasonable explanations didn't spring to mind. Jerking his cock out of Emily's hole resulted in a loud slurp, and he grimaced as he slowly turned to face his sister. "Claire...." he said, and then couldn't think of anything else to say. "Claire...." he began again, but still nothing came. She was standing in the doorway of the living room with her arms folded across her chest and her right foot was tapping on the floor. Peter was completely lost for words but he was aware that Emily was making a noise. It seemed completely out of place somehow and when he glanced around at the child, she was rolling about on the couch and holding her sides. Tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks and every time she looked at Peter, it set her of in another convulsion of laughter. He could only assume that the young girl was in shock, but when he looked back at Claire, she was also smiling and trying very hard not to break out in laughter. "What's going on here?" he asked uncertainly. Now Claire did laugh and she quickly came over to her brother and hugged him. "I'm sorry for scaring you Peter," she said, "But I couldn't resist it." "So, you're not angry?" he asked slowly. "No," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm not angry," she said kissing him on the other cheek. "I'm not angry at all," she finished, kissing him full on the mouth. All through his sister's advances, Peter had stayed absolutely still and kept his hands at his sides. Five minutes ago, he reckoned he was facing at least ten years in jail, and now Claire was treating him like some kind of hero. He only vaguely heard her say, "I'm just surprised that it had taken my little slut this long to get your cock inside her." Realisation dawned on him and he said, "You knew about this, didn't you?" "Of course I did," Claire replied. "Emily told me all about it last night." She glanced over at her naked daughter and added, "And in very graphic detail too, I might add." Turning back to Peter, she explained, "I actually did have to work late last night, and we both figured that that was the perfect opportunity for Emily to seduce you. When she told me that she had succeeded, I lied to you about having to work late tonight so that I could catch you at it." His face was ashen and she said in genuine concern, "Jesus, you're not going to have a heart attack or pass out on me, are you?" "I don't know what I'm going to do," he replied, totally confused, "But please tell me what's going on!" "You'd better sit down," Clare said, waving her hand at her daughter to make room. When he sat down, she sat beside him and took his hand. She clasped it in both her hands and rested it on her lap before taking a deep breath. "Okay," she began, "It's a long story, so I'll give you the shortened version." Locking eyes with her brother she began, "Emily was less that one year old when David and I split up." He nodded his understanding, and realised that this was the first time he had heard Claire use her ex-husband's name. She shrugged her shoulders as she revealed, "It was no big deal, because I knew by then that I had never really loved him." Not knowing how to reply to that, Peter remained silent as Claire continued, "In fact, I have only ever loved one man in my whole life, and I'm still crazy about him now." "Who is it?" he asked, but she held up her hand and said, "I'll tell you in a minute, but there's something else you have to know first." He nodded and she said, "When Emily was three years old, I started abusing her. I took her cherry with my finger on her third birthday and from then on, we've done everything that two females could do with each others bodies." She fixed her brother with a stare as she added, "And I do mean everything Peter. Whatever you can think of, no matter how depraved or perverted, we've done it." His mouth was open in shock and he was completely unprepared for the next bombshell his sister was about to drop. "Remember you asked who it was that I loved?" She didn't wait for his answer and continued, "Well, it's you my dear brother. I have loved you ever since the first day you played with my body. There's hardly a day gone by since then that I haven't ached to have your cock in my cunt. You never did that to me when we were growing up. You never fucked me and you had no idea how much I wanted you to." He had to shake his head to try and clear it before he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't risk it," she replied. "If you didn't share my feelings, I might never have seen you again, and the only thing that has kept me going all these years was the hope that someday we would be together again." Peter was stunned at what his sister had said and she looked at him and said hopefully, "So what about it brother. Are you just a paedophile, or would you also like to fuck your horny sister?" Swivelling her butt off the seat and getting onto her knees, Claire pushed her brother's knees apart and bent her face forward into his lap. Peter's cock was still soft and coated with Emily's cunt juice and she eagerly slurped it into her mouth. After a few seconds work, she could feel it begin to harden and lengthen in her mouth and she sucked even harder. Her mouth was full of the taste of Emily's fuck hole, and although she had tasted it many times before, the perversity of licking it off her brothers cock made her shiver with excitement. Peter was lost. Totally and hopelessly lost. A few days ago he had been a normal heterosexual male and now he was a paedophile, had committed incest with his niece, was about to commit incest with his sister and he had found out that his sister and her preteen daughter were perverted lovers. If he had read a story like that, in one of the adult magazines he occasionally bought, he would have thrown it in the trash because it simply wasn't believable. Things like that didn't happen in real life, he would have thought, but unless he was in a very vivid dream, his sister was deep throating him like a cheap whore and her young daughter was masturbating as she watched her mother work. The whole situation was overwhelming, but if his brain was confused, his prick wasn't. It was rock hard and ready to fuck. Claire knew that as well, and she pulled her face back and grinned up at her brother as she said, "You didn't answer me. Do you want to fuck your horny sister?" "Oh yeah," he found himself saying. "Oh God, yeah!" She was still wearing the two piece suit that she wore to the office and she slipped the jacket from her shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. Beneath, she was wearing a plain white blouse, that was just thin enough to be able to see the outline of her bra, and she slowly began to pop open the buttons. Her hips swayed in time to music that only existed in her head, and she watched her brother intently as she continued to unfasten the buttons. Reaching the last one, she pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and let it hang loose as she opened the buttons on the sleeves. Peter expected her to remove the blouse, but she let it hang open, giving him tantalising glimpses of her bra as she swayed, and he reached behind her and pulled down the zipper on her skirt. Unfastening the clasp on the waistband, the skirt slid down to her ankles with a soft rustle and she kicked it to the side. His mouth watered at the erotic sight in front of his eyes and there was no way his sister normally wore this lingerie to her work. It was confirmation that he had been set up and she grinned at his reaction. From the glimpses he had seen of her bra, he could tell that it was almost a half cup trimmed with lace, Her panties were matching and very high cut at the sides with just a thin ribbon of material covering her slit and disappearing into her ass crack. Around her waist was a white suspender belt with long tails that gripped onto the tops of her sheer stockings. He felt, more than saw, Emily slither onto the cushion beside him and he couldn't tear his eyes away from his sister's delectable body as the preteens hand reached out to grip his cock and gently jack him off. Clare let her blouse slip to the floor beside her discarded skirt, and slowly pirouetted around to let her brother get a good look at her tight flesh. She was still wearing her black leather shoes with the two inch heel and she raised her right foot and placed it onto his bare knee. As she bent forward to unfasten the buckle on her shoe, she could smell her arousal waft up from the wet stain on the front of her panties, and it added to her already very horny state. She knew that Peter must be able to smell her too, and she could feel his eyes burn into the small strip of wet material that covered her cunt. Kicking the shoe free, she raised her other foot and repeated her action. Raising her foot onto her brother's knee again, she unfastened her stocking and began to roll it down her thigh. As she did so, she squeezed her cunt muscles together as hard as she could and could feel her fuck sauce being forced out of her cunt and into the crotch of her panties. When she pulled off the stocking, she repeated her actions with her other leg and continually pushed more and more slime into her underwear. By the time both stockings had been removed, her panties were soaked through and she sat on Peter's lap to remove her bra. His mouth was dry as he watched his sister perform, and his hard cock was pressing into the material of her panties. He could feel the wetness and the heat of her hole with his prick and his nose was filled with her scent. She deftly unclipped the back fastening of her bra and shrugged it off her shoulders. Dropping it to the floor, she rubbed her hands over her tits and looked into her brother's face. "Do you like my tits?" she asked softly. Instead of answering, Peter moaned and bent his face forward to suck one of the hard nipples into his mouth. Rolling it around his mouth with his tongue, Claire threw back her head and moaned at his touch, as she glanced over at her preteen daughter and smiled. The child was watching the adults closely and her fingers were slowly rubbing at her puffy cunt as she returned the grin and waited patiently to be invited to join in. Peter suckled on the nipple before moving his head to the other tit and sucked the other teat. This time, he bit down on the tender flesh and Claire cried out and then chuckled with one of the dirtiest laughs he had ever heard. She pulled her tit out of his mouth and stood up in front of him as she very slowly pulled down her panties. She was so sticky that the crotch of her underwear was plastered to her slit and the waistband was down at her knees before the cloth peeled away. Peter swallowed hard as she let her panties fall down to her ankles and stood up straight. Her cunt was completely shaven and the outer lips of her slit were red and puffy. Sitting back down on his lap and straddling his legs, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled their lips together. As they kissed, his cock nudged against her slit and Claire swivelled her hips and let him slide into her hole. It wasn't the best position for penetration, but it was the first time his cock had been inside her cunt and Claire shivered with lust. Slowly pushing him back on the couch, she took more and more of his cock inside her, and when he was on his back, she broke their kiss and sat up so that she could get his prick fully inside her dripping cunt. Sighing with satisfaction, she savoured the sensation for a few seconds before she began to lift her fuck hole on and off his shaft. Looking over at her daughter, she saw that Emily had picked up her soiled panties and was sucking the slime out of the material while her other hand played with her puffy slit. Seeing that her mother was watching her, Emily grinned and opened her legs wide so that Claire could see her little cunt. She could see that the little girl's cunt was gaping open, with the area around her hole red and swollen, and she said, "Jesus, you really pounded her, didn't you?" When he looked up into her face, she continued, "Pound me hard too, Peter. Make my cunt look just like Emily's" He decided not to point out to his horny sister that it was her who was on top and he therefore had little control of the situation. As Claire looked back between her child's legs, she began to lift her fuck hole on and off her brother's prick and she got faster and faster until her ass was slapping against his skin. This was what she had hoped and prayed for, for many years. She had always lusted after her brother's cock and using her preteen daughter to get it didn't bother her in the least. She had developed into a slut and she had made sure that Emily did the same. She had also got her wish now that her brother's prick was deep in her cunt, and she was desperate for a cum. Bouncing faster, she swivelled her hips to bring her throbbing clit in contact with his shaft and groaned loudly as it rasped over the surface of his hot cock. She was so aroused that the familiar tingling had already begun and she screwed her eyes closed and she worked towards her climax. Panting like an overheated dog, Claire shouted loudly as she orgasmed and convulsed on top of Peter's body. Peter had little to do but to watch his sister climax as she worked her cunt up and down his shaft. Finally sitting down hard and taking every millimetre he had to give up her hole, Claire shook and shuddered her release. Emily giggled as her mother went into uncontrollable spasm, and Peter glanced over at the preteen and watched the child's fingers slide furiously in and out of her cunt. Shaking his head at the depravity of the situation Peter was pinned beneath his sister until she recovered her senses and smiled down at him. She wriggled her butt around to feel that he was still hard inside her and then said, "God, I needed that Peter. I've been thinking about your cock all day and praying that I would get it inside me." She slowly rose up from his lap, looking down to gaze at his slimy prick emerging from her cunt, and giggled when it came free with a loud plop. As she got her feet onto the floor and stood at his side, she asked, "How do you want me. What's your favourite position for spurting your load of lovely cum up my cunt?" Jumping up from the couch, he replied, "Lie down. I want to see you face when I cum." Eager to comply, Claire threw herself onto the sofa with her legs apart and waited for her brother to fuck her. Emily watched as Peter lifted both of her mother's tanned legs and pulled them apart. As he gazed at his sisters sticky cunt, he could see that Emily had leaned in for a closer look too and he swallowed hard when the preteen pushed her head between Claire's legs and swiped her tongue across her slit. Claire moaned in pleasure and said, "That's it baby. Show your Uncle Peter how good you are at eating Mommy's cunt." The preteen obviously knew exactly what her mother liked because she immediately opened up Claire's cunt with her fingers until she could see her little piss hole and then glued her mouth over it. Her mother gasped and groaned at the same time and she hissed, "That's right baby. That's Mommy's special place. Suck my piss hole like a good girl and make Mommy feel good." Peter stared incredulously at a sight which, less than an hour ago, he would have thought impossible. His ten year old niece was sucking her mother's cunt like an experienced whore, and that mother was his very own sister who had secretly lusted after him for years. He shook his head as he tried to dispel his disbelief, but his cock had no such doubts. As hard as an iron bar and leaking pre-cum out of his piss hole, he desperately wanted to get it back into Claire's fuck hole, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Emily's sucking mouth. Claire had her eyes closed as she pushed her hips up at her daughter's tongue, and she had no reaction then Peter lowered one of her legs and released his hold of her ankle. He was able to slide his hand down Emily's back and over her firm little butt cheeks. At full stretch, he could just about reach her asshole, but there was no way he could get to her preteen cunt without moving. Sensing his problem, Emily shuffled her butt around without taking her mouth away from her mother's cunt, and she moaned happily as Peter's index finger pushed up her fuck tube. She was slimy inside from the cum she'd had and he added a second finger before he started to fuck her with his hand. For a few seconds he thought about forgetting his sister and getting his prick back into the little girl's hole, but he knew that Claire really wanted him to fuck her, and that included taking his cum into her cunt. He could hear little Emily's moans of pleasure as she was fingered, even although they were muffled by his sister's cunt, and Claire could hear it too. Opening her eyes she looked straight into her brother face and said huskily, "What are you doing to her? Tell me what you're doing." "I fingering her," he replied softly. "I've got two fingers up her cunt and her little fuck tube is griping me like a vice." "Oh God, that's dirty," Claire gasped with lust. "I'll bet the little slut is loving it. Is she wet!" "She's soaking. Listen!" he replied as he fucked the preteen as fast as he could and made the most obscene squelching noises come from her cunt. "Oh Fuck," his sister said and opened her mouth to say something else. She didn't manage to speak however because Emily's hot little mouth and her brother's dirty talk took her over the top and she shuddered uncontrollably. She moaned and wailed as her body twitched and Emily pulled her mouth away and looked over her shoulder at Peter. Humping her tight cunt back at her fingers, the child grinned with delight as she announced, "I made her cum." "I can see that baby," Peter replied as he fingered her faster. "You're a good little slut!" Extremely pleased with herself, Emily bent further forward and gripped her ankles with her hands as she moved her hips in time with Peter's fingers. He could see the thick coating of slime on his fingers as he pulled back and there were thin trickles of Emily's cunt juice running down the inside of both her legs as she worked herself to her release. Panting and groaning, the preteen threw her cunt backwards and onto his thrusting fingers like a wanton whore as she felt the familiar rush start to build up. Claire had recovered from her climax and she watched her ten year old daughter suddenly cry out. Her young body quivered and shuddered wildly as she climaxed and Peter continued to finger her rapidly until she slumped forward onto the floor. This pulled his fingers out of her open cunt and Emily flopped about as the waves of ecstasy coursed through her flesh. As soon as Peter's fingers came out of Emily's hole, Claire snatched them and crammed the slime covered fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking until every last drop had been devoured. Her eyes were shining as she spat out the now clean fingers and looked at her brother as she snarled, "Fuck me." Lifting up both her ankles, he placed them on his shoulders and nudged his hips towards her slit. Reaching down with both hands, Claire lovingly stroked his prick as she guided it to the entrance of her dripping hole. Biting her bottom lip in anticipation, she waited for hip to slide forward and her eyes closed in pleasure as she felt her fuck hole open up and stretch around his shaft. As he pushed deeper, Emily groaned loudly and hauled her exhausted body off the floor. She got onto her knees and leaned forward until her eyes were only inches away from where her mother and her uncle were joined. Emily watched the entire cock disappear into her mother's cunt and Claire's face had a look of absolute bliss as her hole was filled. She gazed up into his eyes and begged, "Do it Peter. Fuck me. Fuck your horny sister." The sight of them fucking made hot shivers run up and down Emily's body and she rubbed her cunt faster, frothing up her girl cum until her skin was plastered with thick white cream. Her breath rasped in and out of her throat and her little, rock hard, nipples throbbed as if she had suddenly grown tits. As she stimulated her fuck hole, Emily's other hand came up to pull savagely at her erect nipples. Pain shot through her chest as she squeezed and pulled her teats, but it was the most exquisite agony she had ever felt and it only added to her arousal. On the couch, Peter was really pounding his sister and he loved the way Claire whimpered and thrashed beneath him, groaning each time his cock rammed deep into her saturated hole. Her ankles were draped over Peter's shoulders and her butt was being pulled up from the couch as she was fucked. This gave Peter an almost straight thrust into her cunt that was streaming with juice and also made sure that he got maximum penetration. Emily was wishing it was her cunt getting so vigorously fucked by his prick and her mothers delirious moaning couldn't quite drown out her own groans as she fingered herself. Her preteen cunt drooled with juice as she sat back on her heels, opened her knees wide, and her two fingers squelched her cream loudly as she felt the tingling begin inside her body. "Oh God, yes," Claire moaned as her brother fucked his cock into her clenching cunt. "God, fuck me Peter. I'm nearly there baby. Fuck me. Fuck me until I cum all over your cock!" Her hips bucked wildly and her moans became louder until she cried, "I'm going to cum. Oh Jesus, I'm going to cum!" For a few seconds her body became rigid and then she cried out as she writhed wildly under his pistoning prick, throwing her cunt hole up into each of his thrust and whimpering insanely as her climax exploded inside her. Peter was also close to coming and he fucked his cock into his sisters spasming fuck tube, pounding her has hard as he could and nailing her ass onto the couch. He groaned and jerked wildly as his cock erupted into her clenching cunt and he was vaguely aware of Emily crying out as she flopped about on the floor with her fingers jammed up her orgasming cunt. Now all three were moaning and groaning as they climaxed, and their chests heaved as they panted for breath. Peter's now empty balls were thickly covered with the girl cum that poured out of his sister's cunt, and although she was completely drained, Claire's eyes were sparkling as she grinned up at her brother and said, "Jesus, that was a good fuck. You have no idea how often I've rubbed myself off thinking about the fuck we just had. "I hope it was as good as you thought it would be," her brother said and he then grinned when she replied, "Better! Much fucking better!" After they had recovered, the three of them sat around and basked in the afterglow of their fuck. Claire filled her brother in on more details of her doomed marriage, and then Emily told him, in graphic detail, of everything her mother had done to her to turn her into a slut. Hearing this from such a young girl soon had his cock hard again and Claire suggested that they move up to the bedroom. By the time they fell asleep in a tangle of bodies, Peter had fucked his sister again and they had both fucked Emily. The next morning, Peter woke first and realised that he was about to be late for his first day in his new job. He had showered, half dried himself and pulled on some clothes just as Claire and Emily were stirring. Kissing both of them, he gasped, "Gotta go! Going to be late!" The day went well for Peter and he just knew that he was going to enjoy working for his new firm. When he also thought about his relationship with his sister and niece, he had to have a toilet break and jerk off. On his way back home, his heart fluttered as he wondered what sort of reaction he would get. They had been consumed with lust the previous night and he wondered if his sister would have had any regrets. Opening the front door, the house was very quiet and he went straight to his room. He was shocked to find it empty of his belongings and even his wardrobe was bare. On a hunch, he crossed the hall to Claire's bedroom and found that all his clothing had been moved there and was neatly arranged in a separate wardrobe. Smiling at the sight, he went downstairs and opened the door of the living room. The vision before him made him stop in his tracks and his heart thump in his chest. Claire and Emily were both naked and kneeling on the floor on their hands and knees. Their butts were pointing towards him and their cunts and assholes were lewdly displayed. He could see that they had been playing with each other because their slits were glistening with their juices and they both wriggled their asses when he opened the door and Claire looked over her shoulder and said, "We've been waiting on you Peter. We thought you'd like something warm when you got home!" His cock was throbbing between his legs and before he could answer, Emily also looked round at him and said, "My cunts also nice and hot Uncle Peter. Please fuck us!" He swallowed hard as he started to remove his clothes and he thanked every God in the cosmos for providing him with a slut for a sister and for the guy who had managed to knock her up but who now didn't know what he was missing.