All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.
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Claude and Sally were brother and sister, separated in age by 19 years and in distance by 19 cm, until Claude slipped his 7 1/2" dick into Sally's cunt and closed that gap to zero. Now, laying together in Sally's king-size bed, worn out and glowing from their inaugural fuck, Claude heard his sister ask, "Can you stay? I mean really stay?"
He did not immediately respond, as he mulled over the complications. Since Sally was also his secret daughter and he was visiting her for the first time in six years, on the recent death of their mother, he felt he needed to be careful how he went. Add to the mix that he had deflowered Sally's 18-year old daughter, Nel, only the day before and the soup got very thick very quick.
Sally poked his stomach. "Hey!" she said, softly, "You listening?" She flattened her hand and rubbed across his toned abs, up his hardened torso, to play among his chest hairs. "Wouldn't it be good if you just moved in? I don't want to lose this new dimension in our relationship." She tickled and then tweaked his left nipple. "Do you?" She asked, holding her breath and praying for acceptance, or at least not outright rejection of her proposal.
Claude held her hand and kissed her lightly on her lips. "No, I don't want to lose this," he acknowledged. "But there's other losses I would not want either of us to take as well." He was determined to diplomatically dance around his affair with their mother, Carla, until the timing was better.
"You mean Nel," Sally said, flatly. "She's likely to move out and be on her own soon. Of course she has an interest, but I was talking about you and me."
"Well, yes, I was thinking about Nel," Claude admitted, "But that's not our only consideration." He stroked Sally's hair and said, "It's a great idea, Sis. Let's not ruin it by poor planning or disregarding options."
"Oh, yeah," she replied, "I forgot you're a professional mediation consultant." She pursed her lips, breathed deep through her nose and said, "OK, let's table it. But keep fucking me, won't you, please?"
Claude grinned and slapped her bare ass. "Wouldn't think of not!" He rolled off the bed, found his boxers and pulled them on. Looking at his watch, he asked, is there a 24-Hour Fitness around here close? I'd like to get a workout in."
"Yes, as a matter of fact," Sally said, "There's a couple of them close to the Curves I use." She got up, pulling her pastel lavender shorty nightgown down over her thighs and tugged the straps until her breasts were tucked away. Blushing, as Claude watched with undisguised mirth, Sally admitted, "I guess I'm still not a totally free spirit, Claude. But, anyway, what I was going to say was... Why don't we go together? I could do with a circuit, myself!"
"Perfect," replied her brother. "I'll kick Nel out of the den for 10 minutes and be ready when you are."
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Nel sat at the iMAC with her headphones on, absorbed in working her way through the enchanted castle's corridors toward the secret room. The last giant had dropped the key she needed, now it was just a matter of getting past a smattering of ghostly skeletons and a single heroic troll warlord. Her wood-elf coercer had just sent her tank pet in against the troll when she saw her uncle approach the desk in her peripheral vision. "Just a sec', unk!" she said hurriedly, "Gotta kill Prince Golmugg!"
Claude watched with mild interest as his teenage niece rapidly clicked her keyboard. Huge red, blue and yellow numerals exploded on the screen as Nel robbed the troll of its health, power, mobility and, in short order, its very life. She collected the prize from the treasure chest by the mob's corpse, camped her character and pulled off her headphones. "Yes!" she said excitedly. "My Mythic!"
"That's good, huh?" Claude asked, knowing he sounded stupid.
Nel stood up, turned around and hugged her uncle. She did not need to have seen him humping her mother to know he had recently had sex. Her own multiple sessions with him had fine tuned her nose: She smelled his cum. She kissed him and said, "Oh yeah, very good!"
Claude was unsure whether she had answered his question. He decided to assume she had and move on. "Kiddo, I want to get dressed. Can I have the den for a few minutes?" he asked.
Nel's eyes sparkled and she laughed out loud. "So go ahead and get dressed, Uncle Claude. Why do I have to leave? Maybe I can help you get undressed, first!" Before he could react, Nel grabbed the waist of his boxers and shot them to the floor. She followed up by snagging his soft cock in her right hand and his nuts in her left. "Got you!" she whispered, stretching her neck and kissing him again.
"I don't need that kind of help right now, Sweet Cheeks," he said evenly, "Really, I have to get dressed. Also, you know your mom is up, so this is probably not the best time to fool around." Claude did his best to sound reasonable and unaffected. Fortunately his dick was still sleepy.
Nel, however, had a determined look on her sweet face. "Oh, I don't think THAT matters, too much anymore." She dropped to her knees and sunk his soft pungent penis into her warm mouth and then popped it back out. "Mmmmm, yummy!" she announced, "But there is something different there... It doesn't taste like it used to." She looked up at her uncle but got no reaction from his poker face. "Plus, it was lots harder when we woke up this morning," she observed. Holding his mushroom up to the edge of her lips like a microphone she whispered, in a high soft sing-song voice, "I know what YOU have been doing, you NAUGHTY thing! Did you save any cream for ME?" Then she sucked Claude's knob into her mouth and teased its rim while reaching beneath his scrotum and scratching her middle fingernail along the seam running to his asshole.
Claude's cock began to swell in her mouth. She slid her 'mike hand' to the base and back, squeezing her fingers en route. Her long left finger reached his anus and toured its rim before returning forward to scratch the back of his balls. Silently Nel repeated her cycle: suck, stroke, rub, poke, suck, stroke, rub, scratch. Claude pranced reflexively in front of her face and he dropped his hands to the back of her head, needlessly encouraging her to remain. Nel's pace picked up as she felt her uncle's vigor return. His rock hard dick pushed to the back of her throat and hopped on her tongue. "Goody!" she said to herself, "He IS going to come for me!" Her left fingers identified his charged balls were ready to spill and on her next poke around Claude's butt hole she pushed her finger tip in to its first joint.
"UUHHHRRR!" Claude grunted as he fired into his niece's mouth, clamping her head with his hands. Nel giggled around his pulsing prick, sucking and swallowing his jism as fast as it came. She hooked her finger in her uncle's ass and tugged back while pressing the ball of her thumb against the soft tissue under his shrunken scrotum. "UUHHHRRR!" Claude grunted again, clenching his sphincter. A hot thrill pierced his gut and he discharged yet another salvo. Delighted with her success, Nel screamed in her head "YES! Give it up, unk!" Her Adam's apple bobbed rapidly as she drew his last reserves and took them all. Nel rocked back on her heels, tipped her head and opened her mouth. "All done, Uncle Claude," she said with a lilt.
