Thanks for all the good feedback AND the votes! The tale continues with Tom finding out he need never take things into his own hands â so to speak â ever again.
As you recall in the first part of my tale, my Uncle Dave got sick from his nasty snack and spent the night of our family Christmas with his head down the porcelain throne. Since we looked and sounded more like twins than Uncle and Nephew I figured I could dress in his Santa outfit and no one would be the wiser. I was shocked to learn that he wasn't an ordinary Santa as part of his task was to give each of the women in our family their Christmas fuck! I was one scared and very nervous virgin when I realized how my evening would go (his wife, Aunt Meg was blowing her husband â me â at the time) but I just hoped that my last 6 years of masturbating 5 or more times a day would help me get through it.
I was a well drained and well marked stud when I finally dragged my limp dick and tired ass out of my Grandmother's house. After a change of clothing I returned the Santa stuff to my Uncle's...I mean my dad's house. I stepped into our silent home, took a painful shower, poured Sea Breeze on my badly scratched back and ass before hitting the sack.
It took me over thirty minutes of tossing and turning before I finally fell asleep. My 'sleep' was tormented by visions of each of the women I had fucked coming after me with shears, knives, even a hatchet in their attempt to remove my offending organ. I awoke after ten that Christmas morning, dreading going down stairs but knowing that sooner or later I would have to face the music. First up was another shower to wash away the intense odor of Sea Breeze from last night.
My shower went fast as all I did was stand under the spray and let it wash away the Sea Breeze residue. 'Shit' I thought, 'no clothes!' I dried off and then wrapped the huge soft towel around my hips.
"Tommy," my mom called to me as I exited the bathroom, "Please come here and help me with this!"
"I need to get dressed!"
"It will just take a minute, son, I need you now!"
So I padded in my bare feet to the kitchen where my mom's voice came from. Stepping into the room I looked over to my right and saw my mom trying to reach something high up in the cupboard. I took two steps that way when behind me I heard my sister say, "Jesus Tommy, what happened to your...."
I turned towards her as her eyes dropped to my chest where her hickey shined brightly. Her voice softened noticeably as she said, "...back. OH MY GOD!" she finished as her jaw dropped open wide and she stared in disbelief.
Behind me mom said, "What's wrong with you Bren...da?" quickly followed by, "OH GOD NO!" That was followed by a thump as she fell against the wall and then slowly slid down it to the floor. Just then Aunt Meg opened the back door and stepped in.
She saw my mom slumped on the floor and said, "God Cathy, are you alright?" Then she looked up at Brenda's still wide open mouth before moving her eyes towards me. "AH HAH! I knew it! Dave NEVER is that good after being with all the women in this family before getting to me! Well, if these two don't know what to do, I DO!" She stepped over my mom and grabbed my hand tightly with hers. "Come on stud nephew, take me to your room and fuck the shit out of me...and this time you WILL fuck my ass hole!"
I did! Four hours later she left my room happier than I had ever seen her before as I deposited at least two loads of cum in each of her three holes. And this time she KNEW the cock she came hard on was her nephew's! As she walked from our house I noticed my cousin Vicky talking animatedly with her before she rapidly continued towards our door. Vicky turned towards our house again as my mom got up from the table and walked to the door. Just as Vicky got to it mom opened it and said, "Sorry, Vicky, you'll have to come back later â much later." Then she closed and locked the door. She turned slowly and looked at me and then at my sister who was still sitting at the table only now her mouth had closed.
Mom turned slightly red before her eyes met mine and she said in a wavering voice, "Um...Tommy... Tom, your sister and I don't really know what to say! Part of me wants to scream at you a very loud 'HOW COULD YOU?' but in reality, you could extremely well. The proof is on your back and on your chest. Both of us are unhappy that you chose to spend over four hours with Meg, but we couldn't see how we could stop you two as she so graciously lent her husband to us women for so many years!"
"Oh hell mom, just cut to the chase would you please?" I said softly as I looked from her to my sister and back.
"Sure, I (gulp) guess you know how much we...your sister and I...enjoyed being with you last night." I started to speak when she held up her hand and sped on, "Anyway, we...at least for sure I...already hoped you would join in with our little party someday but didn't know when you might be ready for it. Well, so now you are in our little group so to speak. Um, er...your sister and I, um, we, um, shit...we played rock paper scissors to see who would get you next! Brenda won you for the next two hours. So you two go have fun but don't wear yourself out because I want you when Brenda is done."
I looked from her to my sister who couldn't seem to pull her eyes from my crotch. So I just stood there mute for nearly a minute until my sister suddenly lifted her eyes to mine wondering why I hadn't taken her to my bed yet. I remembered the hateful things she had said about me and I laughed out loud, my own laugh, not the Santa laugh from last night.
"What!" she said in surprise.
"Are you nuts?! After the way you talked about me to Santa last night, now you WANT me to forget you ever said those things! My god Brenda, I fucked the shit out of you last night just to get back at you for saying that stuff. The only reason I didn't hurt you while I did it was because I didn't think Uncle Dave, oh I mean OUR DAD would have hurt you!"
"WHAT!!!!!!" she screamed as mom moaned "Oh my god."
"Hey, don't worry sis, Dad was pretty busy since our mom just locked the door on OUR SISTER!"
"WHAT!!!!!!" she screamed as mom moaned "Oh my god!"
"At least Vicky WANTED to get fucked by me! She was sad that Dave was going to take her virginity instead of me, but luckily I got to do it anyway. And she is a REAL good fuck! I mean...real good!"
Brenda looked from me to my mom and back several times before saying with a pained expression, "Is he telling the truth? Is Uncle Dave my dad? Vicky's dad? Tommy's dad?"
"Oh god......I've dreaded the day you two found this out...yes he is the father to all three of you! Before you ask, Dave and I started fucking each other when I was 14 and he was 16. He first made love to your Aunt Pam a year later when she was 13. I don't think he had sex with your grandmother until he was 18 or 19. So when he married Meg he had already gotten fixed so Pam and I couldn't get pregnant from him any more! Please don't look at me like that Brenda! My brother was the best lover I had ever had...until last night that is! Now he is a distant second place!"
"Yeah sure mom," I said sarcastically.
"Son the proof is on your back. Dave has NEVER gotten any marks like that from me or any other woman that I know of."
"Tom I can understand why you are pissed at me," my sister said sadly. "But I think we need to talk, if only to sort out this family mess. Please can we talk in your room? If you don't want to fuck me then I will sadly accept that." She looked at me with the most pleading look I had ever seen on her pretty face then went on, "PLEASE TOM!"
It was the fact that she remembered my telling her â when she thought I was Dave â that her brother probably wanted to be called 'Tom' that made me say, "Okay, Brenda, I'll talk! Let's go!"
I turned on my heel and walked straight to my room without looking back. She was right behind me when I entered my room. I let her step in and then shut the door and locked it before I walked over and turned my stereo on loud. "This is private, between you and me and I don't want mom listening or coming in with us."
"Okay."
We talked for nearly twenty minutes about who our father really was and how it would affect us all. In the end we both agreed that we still loved our mom, our grandmother, our aunts and even our uncle/father. We just weren't sure how to address them anymore.
When we were finished Brenda stood up and walked to the door. She put her hand on the knob before turning to me to say, "Um, Tom, you can believe this of not, but I swear it is God's truth â last night when you finished fucking me and I held you tight and I said that I loved you I meant every syllable of every word. And I was saying it to you Tom, not my uncle! I had put so much effort into hating you that I never knew how good of a brother you were. It took your little game of charades for me to realize it. I'm so sorry for everything."
She then turned the knob and pulled open my door before I stopped her with "Sis, wait! Come here for a moment." She pushed the door closed and stepped to my bed where I lay sprawled out. Her eyes kept moving from my chest where she had marked me to my eyes and back. "Why did you do this?" I asked pointing at the bright red spot above my nipple.
"Because I loved the man who was giving me more pleasure than I thought was possible! And my uncle had never cared that much even the first time we made love. So I thought, if he had done that I would know. And if he hadn't done it then I would also know! I just died when I saw you this morning because I was living with the man I loved over everything in the world and I was so ashamed of myself for treating you like I have!" Then she broke down crying as tears poured from her face like I had never seen before.