Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"Oh, yeah, Unc, shove that cock in me," Mira purred. Her voice echoed in the small shower, loud enough to be clear over the sound of the water.
She arched her ass toward Alan in all its glory, glistening with sweat and soap and water, her hands resting on the shower walls and her head, heavy with wet hair, half turned to him.
Alan spanked her, and grabbed a handful of one boob to roll her nipple while he lined his dick up with her. He thrust inside hard enough to make a loud slap as their bodies slammed together, and buried himself to the hilt inside her pussy.
Mira drew a quick breath. "Ooooh..." she moaned, mouth going wide, her eyes fluttering closed. "Yes, oh, yeeeeesss..."
She smiled, and gave him a heavy-lidded look. "Shit, I love how that happens every time."
Alan pulled out until just the tip was barely inside her, and then slide it home again. She bucked.
"Yes, pound me," Mira said, her smile growing teeth as he started to hammer her steadily. "Fuck me with that fucking god-cock of yours. Oh, you make my pussy feel. So. GOOD!"
Alan pressed up against her, torquing on his hips so that his tool slid up and down in shorter strokes, right around her G-spot. She let out a louder moan, and Alan could feel the skin of her back and ass shifting against him as her muscles tensed and loosened. She started to work her ass against him, jamming him inside more firmly.
"Harder!" she said, twerking. "Faster! Rougher! Fuck me up!"
Alan felt a surge of adrenaline and libido. He reached up and grabbed her soaked hair, right near the roots, and yanked on it, arching her head back and to one side. With the other he lifted her leg, planting her knee high on the shower wall, and started to plunge inside her snatch with more force.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she snarled. She reached down to help him hold a leg up and grabbed his ass with the other, digging in her fingernails. "Yeah, like that, like that, you fucking—oh GOD so GOOD!"
Alan was pistoning faster, pressing harder. Then he suddenly let go of her hair, and grabbing her other leg just behind the knee, he lifted her completely off the shower floor. She was pressed hard into the wall, her legs deeply spread. Her mouth and eyes went wide when he slammed her down on his cock with the combined power of her body weight and his hips.
"Oh, FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" she screamed as he pounded, faster, faster, giving her everything he had.
Then Alan felt his peak coming. He pulled out just in time to slam his cock head up between her asscheeks, shooting a load up her back and into her hair. Another sprayed her ass, and then another all the way up to her turned face as she screamed at him, before it settled and drizzled steadily where he pressed it against the small of her back, just above her ass.
A line of cum dripped down her, settling in the crack of her ass, and her scream died down to panting. Alan's arms were starting to burn, even with the help of the wall to press her against, so he slowly lowered her to the tub floor.
Mira stayed there a moment, gasping with her head and hands on the wall, sitting on her knees with her legs spread. Then she arched back, shaking herself. She looked back at Alan, flashing an open-mouth smile at him, and then looked down at herself.
"Well," she said when her breathing had steadied, "I guess it's a good thing we're already in the shower."
She put a hand on the wall, and pushed herself to her feet. She turned and pressed against him, kissing his mouth, reaching down to jerk a last few dribbles out of his dick.
"Like I said," she said, pushing him back so the water flowed over both of them, "you can cum inside, you know. I'm on the pill. The chances are super low."
Alan made a face, but didn't answer. She laughed.
"Is this your way of clinging to thinking you're avoiding incest or something? Cuz that ship sailed, Unc." She grinned. "And it must be a fucking Disney Cruise with all the fireworks it's been firing off."
Alan's expression didn't change. Mira giggled, patting his face.
"You're cute. Now, what say we actually wash up now, before this shower gets interrupted *again*, k?"
Alan nodded. He should be able to keep his hands off her. For a while, anyway.
***
Alan was on his couch, chewing on his lip as he sat back and stared at the ceiling. He could hear the muffled sound of Mira talking with someone on the phone behind the closed door of the guest bedroom. Her voice would rise for a moment, breaking in laughter, before sinking down again to a conspiratorial murmur.
It made Alan's ears itch.
Abruptly, he stood. He marched over to the door, grabbed his keys, and reached from the knob. Then a sudden, insistent pounding knock hammered his door. He hesitated, frowning, then squinted through the door viewer.
He didn't recognize the woman on the other side, whose face looked stretched across most of the view like a fisheye lens. He tilted his head, and then stepped back and cautiously opened the door.
The first thing he noticed was her height, or rather, her lack of it. She barely came to Alan's chest, and he wasn't exactly the first one chosen in pickup ball.
The next thing he noticed was her face. With it now in normal proportion, she was actually quite pretty. She had a small, sharp nose, a pointed chin, and gray eyes. But those eyes also had bags under them, and it was clear she hadn't put any makeup on, and her black hair was mussed. She was dressed in an off-white robe that appeared to be thrown on over a pink nightie, her shoes were a pair of slightly mismatched crocs.
And Alan could have been wrong, but it seemed like she was hiding a buxom, hourglass figure under that big robe.
"You—" she started, mouth almost curled into a snarl. But then she suddenly seemed to freeze. Her eyes traveled over his face for a moment, but then down his body. They lingered there for a moment. Her cheeks went slightly pink.
She had to shake herself and draw a deep breath. "Look," she tried again, tone milder, "I don't mean to be a pain in the ass. But, uh... you see, I work nights. I'm a dancer at a club, actually, and I—"
She paused, mouth open and a panicked expression on her face, like she hadn't meant to tell him that last part. "A-anyway, I really need sleep around this time. I understand we all live crammed together, and that we have to live, and we all get strong urges, and with the way you make girls scream you must be AMAZING, but—"
Her face went pinker, and she licked her lips. "What I mean to say is, could you, uh, try a little more to keep it down? I mean, once or twice is understandable, but over and over and over—look, I just really need some sleep, okay? Could you, I dunno, gag her a bit? Maybe she's into that. I know I sure as hell am."
They stared at each other a long moment, the girl's breath speeding up, Alan shifting awkwardly. And feeling his dick stiffen.
"I'm sorry," was all he could think to say. "We'll try."
"O-okay, that's good, just, you know, trying to... well, see you around, maybe?"
She backed away quickly, shuffling down the walkway without taking her eyes off of him, so she almost ran into someone. After a quick apology, she fled down the stairs. The person turned to Alan, giving him a raised eyebrow. It was Sarah.
"Okay..." she said, "what was that?"
Alan gave her a miserable look. "It's... hard to explain."
Sarah shrugged. It drew Alan's gaze to the way her white t-shirt hugged her substantial bust, framed by her leather jacket. Her jeans that were tight enough to show off those powerful legs. "I got the time," she said. "It's my day off."
"It seems like it's your day off a lot recently."
"Shut your hole and let me inside."
Sarah pushed him away from the doorway and closed the door behind them. She waltzed in and opened his fridge, grabbing a Coke. She sat back on the kitchen counter.
"So what was up with that girl? Someone new you're banging?" she asked as she opened the bottle.
"No," Alan said evenly, "she's just my neighbor. I think. I've never seen her before."
"Okay, sure. What did she want? Besides your cock. That much was obvious from the way she was drooling all over you."
Alan's face twitched. "She, uh, she came to complain about the noise."
Sarah wiped her mouth. "Really? She was whining at you when you're all crammed together here?" She shook her head, looking skyward. "I would rather *die*. Seriously, you live in a place like this, it comes with the territory." She paused, giving him an arch look. "But I'm guessing I know what the noise might be. So who's—"
Just then the door opened, and Mira stepped out. She wore a black halter top that showed a lot of midriff, and a pair of yellow skinny jeans, and no shoes. Her hair was still a little wet. She paused, phone pressed to her ear, when she saw Alan and Sarah. She smiled, giving Sarah a little wave and nodding to the phone, before she also opened the fridge, grabbed out an apple, and then retreated back into the guest bedroom.
Sarah smirked at him. "Well, I guess that answers that. Damn, she's got an ass on her. Isn't she a little young for you, though?"
"Yes," Alan said. "Yes, she is." He sat down on his couch, pressing his fingers into his forehead. "And she's also my half niece."
Sarah choked, and had to wipe her mouth with a sleeve. "Say what? You're banging your niece?"
Alan heaved a sigh. "Half niece. And mostly in the ass. And I haven't cum inside."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Oh, well, that makes it okay then. You sick bastard. How did this happen?"
