It's Just a Fantasy

This is the tenth edit of the story. Every time I find something to improve. This could go on forever. I need to send my baby out into the erotic literature world.

This one is tough to let go of. It is more than a story, it is a documentary of my fantasies about her. Taboo fantasies, sexual fantasies that I never admitted to anyone. Now they will be out there for all my followers to see.

It was cathartic writing about her and my fantasies. A recognition of her looks, her accomplishments, her vitality. My ungodly, my inappropriate sexual attraction to her.

I remember that night at a family wedding when I awoke to the fact that she is a sexy, attractive woman with a sculpted body. She outshone every woman attending. No other woman there kindled that seed of sexual excitement like her.

I was astounded how my view, my perception of her changed in an instant.

I always had a legitimate interest in her, but as a relative. My interest now shifted heavily to sexual attraction.

I felt lucky to dance with her that night, I insisted on a slow dance so that I could hold her close, smell her perfume, subtly nuzzle her ear, feel her breasts against my chest.

She is tall, our pelvis areas well matched, our erogenous zones so close, so close. My first fantasy born at that moment. Me inside of her while standing up.

Since that day she is always on my mind. She became my virtual assistant for self pleasure.

I closed my eyes, my cursor hovering over the publish button. I slowly pressed it down. In an instant, my baby moving from drafts to pending a review by the site. It might take a day or two before it's available to the world.

I know I can delay by doing edits and republishing. But I don't typically do that, maybe one or two exceptions.

I had more important things to do right now. We were having our weekly FaceTime call tomorrow. It is the highlight of my week. I like to be prepared to have a light and fun discussion of the past week. We talk about the grind of working, family news, and our shared love of certain streaming programs.

She needs to see me as the fun uncle, the cool uncle, that she can talk to about anything.

And...I get to see her pretty face which to be honest is all I need.

Her social media footprint is large. Of course I follow her. Last night she posted pictures of her at the beach with a bunch of friends.

Typically I just browse through the new pictures looking for good one that I can save in the photo folder I keep for her.

Wow, lots of good photos of her in a bikini cavorting along the beach and in the water.

One of the water photos she probably didn't notice her bikini top had slid off. She had swam to shore and emerged from the water.

Her hair soaked, sexily framing her face. Water dripping down to her bare breasts, tiny droplets of water cascading from her pillar shaped nipples.

What a turn on! I quickly downloaded it. I moved to the living area and Airplayed it on the 80 inch TV. So fucking hot. I had to do it. I stripped naked except for my briefs.

I pulled my growing erection out into the open. I pushed my briefs to the floor.

I wetted my cock down with my saliva. I slowly stroked it while closely examining every detail of her body.

The photo captured her smiling. I fantasied that she was pleased to watch me stroke my big cock.

I closed my eyes, She was kneeling in front of me, kissing, licking, sucking my cock. Stroking faster and faster, I opened my eyes and stared at the bottom of her bikini pulled up tight against her pussy, The cloth seemingly wedged between the lips with a little of help from my imagination.

Eyes closed again, She is begging me to take her, fuck her, fuck her hard. She crawls up and top of me an guides my cock into her tight pussy. Her up and down motion in concert with my stroking.

She begs for my cum.

'Cum in me UK, cum in your niece. I need to feel the warmth of your cum.'

I exploded into her imaginary tight, wet pussy. Stream after stream of cum painting the inside of her imaginary vagina.

When she knew I was done, she pulls up to let all white stuff drip out onto my cock, pelvis and stomach.

She kept stroking my wet cock, squeezing out the last little bits of semen to drip down the long shaft.

I looked around, some white cum on my black my leather couch.

Damn that was good! Maybe I should edit it in to what I just published.

Naw, I will keep this in mind for another installment.

That was some load, So much still on my still hard cock. What a mess. I took a picture of my orgasm aftermath.

I Airplayed it replacing her picture.

Oh shit, FaceTime call coming through. It's her! Our call is tomorrow. I have to answer, Something must be wrong with her.

Positioning the camera so that she could only see my face. I accept the call.

'Hey UK! Your turn to go first1'

We alternate week to week on who goes first. That's why I wanted to be fully prepped.

'Hi Missy, why did you call now?'

'UK, you need your memory pills, we agreed to move it to today. I have a conflict tomorrow. I have lined up 10 homes for all eight of the Smith family to visit. I ran to rent a Transit van to take them around. They are desperate to move. It was the only day they can do it.'

'I am sorry Missy. I totally forgot. Been distracted by a female. Had something with her this morning.

Absolutely true - it's you!

'Are you dating now? That's great. I was worried that you would never find a partner.'

I am not but I said, 'Yes.'

She said, 'I tell you what, let's bump to Saturday unless you are golfing. I can use the time to nail down the visit timing on the tenth home.'

'I am good with that.'

No way am I going to miss an opportunity to see her. Just looking at her now, I was mesmerized.

'UK, do you have time for one new quick item.'

'Sure.'

'Wait, you have something creamy white on your chin.'

Oh god! I hadn't noticed it. Quick think! What looks like cum?

'Missy you caught me.'

With my index finger, I swiped up the cum. I licked it off my finger, wrapping my lips around it.

With a popping sound a retracted my finger.

'I was eating a gooey vanilla iced donut. Must have dripped off.'

'You are not supposed to eat sweets! Do I have to move in with you to keep on eye on you so you don't cheat?'

Yes, yes, move in with me, sleep in my bed, have sex with me every night!

'No, I am sorry.'

'Do I have to talk to Lane so that she will keep a better eye on you?'

My daughter Lane chose to live with me after the divorce. She was still sleeping.

I think.

'No, I will be a good boy for you.'

'OK. Do you have a minute? I have something new and exciting to discuss.'

'Sure. What's up?'

'Remember my good friend Lizzy?'

'The porn addict Lizzy? She is h....'

I almost said 'hot'. She is very hot. Why she wastes her time with porn when I can help.

'Yes. She turned me onto an erotic writing site. Oh my god, those stories are hot! Such vivid descriptions of sexual encounters. It's not really my thing but she asked I read stories she suggests. We get together to talk about them.'

'The name of the site if erolit.com. Have you heard about it?'

I lied, 'No, that's not my thing either.'

'I will forward you her suggestions. Mostly are new stories published in the last seven days. Only those with a 'hot' label. Maybe you can join us for a discussion on a story. Last time we took turns reading the story each taking a role. She took the male part. Me the female. So much better than reading it to yourself.'

I want to say I agree. I have only done it one time - with Lane. It was such a hot story we were turned on and had our one and only sexual interaction. Who knew Lane liked oral sex. She really liked doggy style.

'The new story is a male, female, female threesome. You could help.'

'Kind of weird, but I can help.'

'Dad told me you are coming to town next week. Why didn't you tell me? You could save some money and stay at my place. I have the extra bedroom.'

'It slipped my mind.'

'You really need to work on your memory. Something else not working either? The thing between your legs?'

She burst out laughing. Always teasing me about my age. We always joke around even about sex.

'No it stands up on it's own, doesn't sag like your breasts.'

'They are not sagging!'

Couldn't agree more. I flashed her picture back up on the TV. So big, so firm they are.

'If you come, Lizzy can come over to read the story with us.'

That sounds so inviting. I didn't tell her because I don't trust myself being alone with her. I might do something stupid. Now I am trapped. Maybe not.

'OK, only if I can cancel the hotel without penalty.'

'Makes sense. All right, let's talk on Saturday. Love you UK.'

'Love you Missy.'

We ended the call. I stared at her picture. It was arousing me again. My fingers wrapped around the shaft, rubbing the bottom of the head. Gentle strokes encouraging the blood flow into my penis. Strokes from top to bottom, my erection building, the shaft getting harder and thicker. I closed my eyes working on another Missy fantasy. Me on top of her, slowly inserting and retracting my cock in her tight pussy.

I was getting closer, I picked up the speed. I want to cum again. I opened my eyes to look at the picture.

There stood Lane.

'Dad! Again?'

'Yes again. You won't help me out so I take things into my own right hand.'

She cocked her head and gave me that 'don't you dare' angry look.

'What we did was sick and disgusting, never to happen again.' Lane said.

'And Dad, Missy? You masturbate looking at a picture of your niece? Again? How many times have you done that?'

I didn't respond. I lost count. Usually daily.

She shifted her gaze to my cock. Still hard even after the shaming. She totally surprised me when she sat next to me. To get a closer view of my erection? She gave me the best combo handjob blowjob. I think about it often.

Her bathrobe billowed out revealing one of her breasts. Breasts I sucked on while she rode me cowgirl.

'Dad, have you told Missy about your dirty little secret?'

I shook my head no.

She was stealing looks at my cock. The last look, she sighed deeply. Maybe she was reliving our special night of sex.

'You have so much cum on you. Was that one time?'

'Yes.'

Another sigh.

She had swallowed all my cum after an expert cleaning up of my explosions. Took her awhile to get it all.

I nodded at my cock. 'You can clean it up for me Lane.'

She jumped up.

'No, I got to go.'

She left me alone with my mess. Missy still staring at me with that smile.

Lane was thinking about it. I could tell, knowing her like I do.

***

I ran to my room. I locked the door and sat on the bed.

When I saw what he was doing, I should have turned around and left him to finish.

No, I had to stand in front of him and watch him stroke that big thing.

He had his eyes closed. I wanted to see him cum again.

How high would that first spurt be?

I chuckled thinking about how he surprised me when I worked the head. The first spurt hit me right in eye, blinding me for a second.

But, I carried on and finished him off, stream after stream showering me.

I cleaned up his mess. I still can taste the cum from that night.

In the living room just now when he opened his eyes, I faked indignation. I think he saw me looking at his cock as he continued to gently stroke it. He stopped.

I couldn't help myself, I needed a closer look. It took all my strength not to touch it, take it in my mouth, finish him off.

Then he made the clean up offer. I did think about it, then I got strong and left. I don't trust myself. Simply dropping off my bathrobe we would be naked together. I know a hand job would have led to the next thing and the next thing.

I know he likes my body. After we finished that one time, just cuddling with the after glow of satisfying sex, he told me more than once how he liked it. How he liked my tight pussy, my big breasts, my talented lips and tongue.

It made me feel good to get my Daddy's approval.

He wanted more that night. He placed my hand on his cock, forcing my fingers around the shaft, pulling my wrist up and down.

I stopped.

'Daddy, I can't. We just sinned. How am I going to face Father Frank and confess what we just did?'

He said, 'I am not going to confession about this. Back in Biblical times it happened all the time. It's not a sin at all.'

'Uh, you left out the part where they were trying to populate the planet and once accomplished, it was shut down and made a sin. Leaving us as sinners.'

I remember my disappointed tone when mentioning the shut down.

I was, still am.

I confessed to Father Frank. Of course he forgave my sin, but he shut down something I had thought might work. Keep it going with Dad, but then confess and be forgiven.

He said, 'Lane I have known you for all twenty of your years. I baptized you. You were so involved in the church volunteering for everything. I was so proud.'

He used the past tense.

'This is the most grievous sin you have committed. Please don't do it again. Stop it before it becomes an addiction. If you do, please still come and confess, but I will not be happy with you.'

When I told Dad about what he said, his reply, 'Find another priest. I want to keep it going with you.'

Here is the real problem. I am fucking my Dad! Literally! I have to stop.

So, why do I fantasize about having sex with him again and again? Am I as sick as him masturbating with a half naked picture of his niece. Maybe that's worse? No, who am I kidding?

It's has to be related to the size and the naughtiness of doing it. Thinking back through all of this, I was aroused.

Where did I put my vibrator and dildo?

***

After a quick shower I checked on my story. It will be available tomorrow! I must have caught a reviewer at the right time or maybe I was given priority because of my hundred's of stories.

Doesn't matter.

I need to focus on my meeting with Missy.

Checking my email, one from the boss. Next week's trip canceled.

I immediately canceled travel and hotels.

Quick text to Missy telling her about it.

She should be done with her customer.

She replied with 'Understood' with a sad face emoji.

***

Saturday dawns. I called her in the afternoon as planned.

'Hey UK! How's your day so far.'

'Good, but just got better seeing you.'

'Aww, bet you say that to all the girls.'

'No, just you.'

I was being honest.

She was wearing a loose fitting tank top, lots of cleavage showing, I did a screen capture for my collection. Her hair was up in a pony tail, no make-up, but she doesn't need it.

Quite a contrast from the 'full battle gear' suits she wears showing customer around in her 4 door Porsche. She is successful. Million Dollar Listing LA show was recruiting her to move here. She was thinking about it. I would love it. I love LA, been here for 40 years.

We covered the normal agenda, discussing the new seasons of our shows on Hulu, Max and Apple TV.

'So you're not coming to see me Uncle Karl? That makes me sad. I was looking forward to it, I had big plans for us, special plans.'

I could only dream about those special plans.

'Oh Melissa, don't be sad, I am disappointed too.'

When I put my Dad hat on, I call her by her given name. When she is upset with me, she calls me Uncle Karl not UK.

'Soooo, I have good news. MDL requested that I come out to meet the production team and Tracy, the Josh's, and Heather. Can I stay with you and Lane?'

Oh no, she would be in a bedroom right down the hall from me. Soooo tempting to do something stupid.

That does not over ride my desire to see her. No more pictures. Missy in the flesh. Maybe in the naked flesh. Hopefully in the real flesh.

'Of course, but I should check with Lane.'

I don't think she will rubber stamp given what she knows of my obsession with Missy.

'She's not home.'

'Uh, does she have a phone? Let's do a three-way with her.'

Now that's a thought.

I added Lane to the call.

'Hey Lane, I have Missy too. Missy it is all yours.'

'Lane, I am coming to LA to meet with MDL LA team. They are recruiting me for next season. Can I stay with you and your Dad?'

Silence, long uncomfortable silence. I have a bad feeling about this.

Finally a response.

'OK but only if you meet one requirement.'

What the hell could it be?

Missy asked, 'Ready, what is it Lane?'

'I get to meet the meet the cast of MDL. Love that show. I hope Josh divorces Heather so I can go get him.'

'Girl, you don't need a divorce to go get him. I am going to try.'

'May the best slut win!' Lane said.

'Hey, maybe he would be open to a threesome. Are you in Lane?'

'Love threesomes.'

'So, a contingent yes based on MDL?'

'Missy, you can stay with us no matter what.'

'Thanks Lane, I owe you one.'

Lane dropped.

'Hey Missy, send me your travel info, I can pick you up at the airport.'

'Your are the best UK. Will do.'

'See you then.'

'Wait UK. One more thing.'

'Yes?'

'I registered with erolit for a login.'

Uh-oh.

'Lizzy had told me to check all the new 'fresh meat' as she called it first until I settled in on favorites.'

Oh no, no, please no.

'I saw this story, a new story, in the Incest/Taboo category. It is about an uncle and a niece.'

'Is it any good?'

'Yes, very well written. It did a lot for me, if you know what I mean.'

She masturbated reading it? Wow! Best compliment ever.

'What was interesting to me... it read like me and you.'

She threw that out on the table like a detective presenting damning evidence to a suspect.

Like most guilty parties, deny, deny, deny. Prove me guilty.

'That's crazy, I need to read it.'

'No, you don't.'

I didn't respond. I waited for her to blink, to say something else.

'KuKuKu is the author.'

Damn she is smart.

'Weird name.' I said.

'How about UkUkUk?

Nailed it.

I said it phonetically 'uk uk uk? I don't get it.'

'How about Uncle Karl, Uncle Karl, Uncle Karl? Or Karl Uncle, Karl Uncle, Karl Uncle?'

She broke the code. Stupid name choice. I should have chosen a bunch of letters and numbers not a backward homage to my sexual obsession.

'Well?' she asked.

I didn't give her a response.

She said, 'I will take that as a yes. You are the author.'

Missy paused. Then, an all out barrage.

'Really? I know everything in this story is made up. You fantasize about me? Having sex me with me? Writing an erotic story about me, about quote 'us'? Do we have this weekly call to feed your fantasies?'

She looked down at her top. She closed her blouse over her breasts.

I whispered, 'I am sorry. I am disgusting. So sorry, so sorry.'

She shook her head.

I continued whispering, 'I am sorry. I am sexually attracted to you. I am sorry, but I can't help it.'

'I agree. You...you are fucking disgusting.'

She hung up.

So much for living out fantasies with her.

***

I spun down in a deep depression as she blocked me from all her social media. No visibility to Missy's life... at all.

I don't know what to do with my time. I turned to writing more stories... about her.

Fuck her! She will be sorry for dumping me. Tay-tay revenge of sorts. three stories in three days. More to come. Then I realized how stupid and perverted I am. I stopped writing about her.

I know she was in LA for the MDL LA visit. She was staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Slumming I guess. Lane left one day to meet up with her for pics with the cast.

She didn't come home that night. I texted her at 1 AM.

'Are you OK?'

She responded immediately, 'Couldn't be better. Be home in the morning. Missy says hi.'

Sent the thumbs up emoji. I was kind of jealous. She is spending the night with Missy someone I desire greatly.