This is a true story
I am a very lucky man. My beautiful wife and I have been married almost 20 years. She gave me two wonderful children. My oldest is a boy, almost 11. My youngest is a girl, just shy of 8. They are fantastic, well adjusted children. We are lucky enough to be able to afford a cabin in Central Minnesota. It is nestled in the trees on a fantastic sandy beach on a lake. It is a three season cabin, open from Memorial Day to early October. Our cabin is the place where our entire family can come together and have fun swimming, riding the SeaDoo, fishing off the dock, and generally enjoy each other's company. My nieces (through marriage to my wife) are frequent cabin visitors, and have a standing invitation to come up whenever they please.
My nieces are 24, 22, 17 year old. I am the father figure in their lives since their dad left the marriage over 15 years ago and moved in a younger woman. Given the circumstances, these girls have grown up to be well adjusted, normal very beautiful young women. I have taken on the responsibility to guide them and on more than one occasion, crack the whip when they get out of line.
The 4th of July weekend always tests the cabin's ability to house everyone when it comes time to go to sleep. Tents are set up down by the lake for this eventuality. There is no set arrangement on who will be sleeping in the cabin and who will sleep out in the tents. It generally works out that those who sleep in the tents, are those who just happened to get to bed last that evening.
There is typically a 4th of July parade in town every year. Town is about a 10 minute drive from the cabin. I invited all my nieces to come with, but the youngest two wanted to stay at the lake and work on their tans. The 24 year old niece Jenny wanted to come with me, my wife and two small children.
We arrived on Main Street very early so my wife would make sure that we had a front row seat on the curb. That way the kids could easily run out and collect the candy that was inevitably thrown from the various floats in the parade. We set up portable chairs and blankets and sat there waiting for the parade to begin.
With 45 minutes until the parade, I looked over and noticed that we were seated directly in front of a bar. Heck it was almost noon, so I decided to go get a nice stiff cocktail. I came back and Jenny asked "What are you drinking and where did you get that?"
It was a very hot day and she was looking to quench her thirst as well.
"Look right behind you" I said as she looked up and saw the old rusted "Bar" sign.
Jenny came back out with a Whiskey Coke and sat down to enjoy it. We both had several cocktails during the parade, and all the while, I was thinking I would rather be back at the cabin near the lake, where it was 20 degrees cooler.
Soon enough the parade ended and we went back to the cabin.
Upon arriving back to the cabin we both changed into our bathing suits and I brought a cooler down to the lake, and proceeded to set up my chair next to Jenny's. We were having great conversation, and as we were talking my eyes could not help but look my gorgeous niece up and down. She is an absolutely beautiful young woman. Straight black hair, long legs, big beautiful firm breasts, and a fantastic waist line. She easily could have been employed as a model if she wanted.
By 5pm or so, both Jenny and I were getting pretty drunk. She suggested that we take the four wheeler through the woods to a bar about a half mile away. She jumped on behind me and was unsure of where to put her hands to hold on. "Jen, just put them around my chest" I said.
We made it to the bar, and we continued drinking as more and more people started to arrive. There was going to be a band on this night, so not long after we arrived the place began to fill up.
Jenny was enjoying the band as we sat and talked about her boyfriend troubles. I gave her some advice on how to handle her situation with the boyfriend, which she thanked me for by ordering another round of drinks. Time seemed to go very quickly that evening.
"Last call!!" the bartender yelled.
"We had better get going back to the cabin" I said, slurring my words a little.
"Yea, I suppose" Jenny replied.
As we left the bar, Jenny climbed on the back of the four wheeler as before, but this time she held her hands much lower on my chest. As we rode through the bumpy trail back to the cabin, her hands kept getting lower until her clasped hands were just above my cock. I wondered if she was intentionally doing that or not. I wrote it off as being drunk.
Upon arriving back at the cabin, we walked to the front door and saw a note "Looks like you two are out of luck. You need to sleep in the red tent tonight". I was none too pleased, this is my cabin, and I was pissed I had to sleep in a tent.
As we walked down to the tent, I noticed that there was a smoldering camp fire barely going in the fire ring down by the lake. "Jen do you want to have one more cocktail by the fire?"
"Sure, that sounds great" Jenny said.
We sat near the fire and proceeded to significantly add to our blood alcohol levels.
"Jen, I got to go to bed. You coming?"
"Yea, I better get some sleep it is real late"
Unzipping the screen on the tent, I discovered that there were two sleeping bags on top of air mattresses. I guess this would not be so bad after all. At least I am not sleeping on the hard floor of the tent. The tent was a six person size, plenty big for just two of us. The two air mattresses were on either side of the tent.
Jenny layed down put her head back and passed out. I lay there in 80+ degree heat of the night on a sleeping bag designed for -30f. I was hot as hell so I decided to strip down to my boxer shorts and bare chest. I soon passed out lying on my back on top of the sleeping bag.
Sometime later in the fog of a drunken stupor, I was awakened by my half naked wife lying with her head on my chest. She began to stroke my chest hair, and slowly her hand began to find its way under the band of my underwear to my stiffening cock. The soft moonlight was penetrating the walls of the tent and I could just barely see the outlines of her lips as she began to devour my cock. I could feel her tongue working my cock as she pumped the shaft with her hand.
"Honey, if you keep doing that, you are going to get a mouthful of cum"
There was no response other than her continuing to suck my rock hard 9" cock.
"Hey?, let daddy have some fun too" as I rolled her onto her back and began kissing her deeply.
I sucked her nice firm breasts for several minutes with her moaning with pleasure. I began to work my hand down to her wet soaked underwear, and pulled them off. I moved back up to her tits and then began to tease her stomach with my tongue. I licked my way down to her pussy and licked and sucked furiously. She bucked her hips, and moaned in delight.
It was right then when the drunken fog began to lift. It didn't make any sense. Why was my wife in this tent with me and my niece? My wife is adventurous, but she would never risk my niece waking up and seeing us!
Just as these thoughts were running through my head, another one came to mind with such clarity it made me reel backwards in the tent: My wife does not shave her pussy bald!!!
That is when it hit me, the gravity of the situation. I was having sex with my niece Jenny!!
