(emma & Tim)

Warning: This story contains depictions of taboo subjects, some incestuous sexual acts, and difficult sexual adult situations that some people may find offensive. If you are offended by such things, please do not read. This is a story of fiction and is meant for adult (+18) sexual entertainment and enjoyment only. I do not condone, encourage nor approve of such sexual acts. The scenes depicted in this story are entirely fantasy, all characters are +18 and do not relate to any people or events in real life.

I would like to emphasise that all characters in this story are +18 and that the use of the term 'Young girl' is used to reference the age differences between the characters. No further intimation of anything else is intended and nothing further should be construed from this fact.

Writer's note: Please be aware that this story and future chapters will now focus on certain individual members of the family. I would still advise reading the previous chapters of The Taylor family before reading this chapter for context and an understanding of the characters and the situation.

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Previously: The Taylor Family were enjoying themselves and had just seen Penny - the newest recruit to the incestuous lifestyle being initiated and deflowered by her great grandfather. But, just as the entire family were getting on with yet another day of wild sexual activities -- the Police had turned up.

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Sylvia and Brian Taylor lived in a very large, secluded mansion house in the country, with a high wall all around and a long driveway that had an electronic gate. An audio/video intercom by the gate allowed visitors to call the house and then, if they were welcome - the gate could be opened remotely.

On hearing the voice over the intercom Sylvia was first to react, trying desperately not to sound too worried or anxious. In a strong voice she called out to the family. She quickly glanced at her watch, barely just past noon -- an odd time for the police to call she thought to herself. Quickly gathering her composure, Sylvia began barking out the orders.

"Ok. Everyone get dressed and then some of you go to the pool, some of you go the games room and set things up as if you've been playing on Xbox and playing Darts.

"Brian, go and stall them, take your time. Tell them you're old and can't move quickly. Ask them what they want and get them to show you their badges." She uttered urgently.

Julie called out to the rest of the family, sounding surprisingly nervous and unsure. "OK. All of you -- get some clothes on as quickly as possible. We're having a family BBQ -- that's all. Remember that if they ask to speak to you."

"Mike, give me hand with this bed and Susy -- grab a cloth and wipe up any cum stains you can find. Quickly now." Shouted Sylvia, sounding frantic.

The rest of the family disappeared, some going upstairs, some to the pool and some to the Games room in the cellar, apart from Mike -- who helped Julie with the bed.

Suddenly the Intercom burst into voice once more. "We've come to arrest you all." Added the female voice over the intercom. But something was amiss and 'giggling' could be heard.

Mike immediately perked up. "Hold on a minute, I know that voice. That's my sister -- Sally."

"We're OK." He announced to the rest of the family. "Everyone just act normal. It's my sister -- she is a police officer but I'm sure that's not why she's here." He declared with a smile.

Sylvia bristled. "Even so, we need to be careful." She warned.

Mike walked across to the intercom with a confident attitude and then pressed the button to talk.

"What's the password" he giggled.

There was a short pause at the other end then a girlish voice announced.

"You're a poopy pants." Giggled Sally in response.

Mike beamed a smile. "Hi Sis. Let me buzz you in." Mike pressed the green button and turned to face the others with a smile.

"Sally's all right. But even so, best behaviour as Sylvia said." He announced.

Mike opened the front door and watched as his sister's car proceeded up the driveway and then pulled up. From the back of the car a young male and female quickly rolled out with a shriek.

"Uncle Mike." They both yelled in unison, running up to Mike and giving him a big hug.

The girl was 22 yrs old. Short and rather chubby whilst the boy was a little more heavy set and was 19ys old. Mike watched his sister Sally get out of the car then walked toward her and gave her a hug. "Good to see you sis."

Sally gave a wan smile and nodded but said nothing, a sure indication that there was something on her mind. Once in the house and sat down the introductions were made. Mike began by sweeping his arm across toward his sister and her 2 children.

"This is my sister Sally, I think most of you met her at our Wedding? And these are her kids Emma and Steven." He announced before turning to face Sylvia and Brian.

"Sal, this is my Mother and Father in Law." He said with a smile.

Sally broke into a smile. "Yes I remember you from the wedding I think, but that was a while ago." She gave a nervous laugh and looked around the grand house, then turned quickly when she heard the laughing come from the swimming pool area.

"Pleased to meet you again." Said Sylvia with a smile. "We do have a house full at the moment. Most of the family are here for a ... umm ... BBQ." She giggled to herself.

Emma and Steven both turned to look at their mum and smiled, then Emma spoke.

"Mum? I guess ... I guess they are our cousins and stuff. Can we go and see them?" she asked demurely.

Sally nodded and swiftly Emma and Steven stood up and wandered out toward the source of the laughter.

Emma was 22 yrs old, 5ft 1in" and around 140Lbs. Her brown/auburn hair was long and hung in tendrils framing an oval face with a sleek nose and wide mouth. Her cheekbones were prominent and above them sparkled 2 bright blue eyes. Her white t-shirt struggled to hold the 32C breasts that jiggled underneath it when she ran. Her legs were extenuated by the short cut off denim shorts that she wore.

Steven was taller, at 6ft 1" and 180lbs -- strong and well built, his short black hair sat on top of a more squarish head that had a strong and solid jaw at its base. He was clean shaven and his mouth sat underneath a longish nose and 2 equally bright blue eyes. His T shirt was loose and flapped around while his shorts were a little tighter and came down over his knees.

Sylvia coughed and then spoke softly. "I ... I think they have met most of their cousins haven't they? At some point, though I guess it may have been when they were a bit younger." She offered, before tutting.

"Oh. Where are my manners. Sally, would you like a drink?" she enquired.

Sally laughed loudly. "Oh. A bloody large Red wine." She declared before then adding "...but I'm driving so I better just have a cup of tea."

While Sylvia went to make the tea, Mike turned to his sister -- sensing this was not exactly a chance visit.

"Not that I'm not pleased to see you sis but ... is ... is everything all right?" asked Mike, turning to Brian with a nod of his head.

Sally coughed and Brian stood up. "I'll just go to the pool and see how the introductions are going." He said.

With Brian gone, Sally relaxed a little and took a deep breath. "I've just ... I've just been to see Ryan." Announced Sally with a sadness.

Ryan was the eldest of the Mike's siblings. At 52 he was a fair bit older than Mike. Brenda was Mike's eldest sister and then it was Mike and finally Sally -- the youngest at 42.

Sally was tall, at 5ft 9in and 140lbs. Her short brunette hair was framing a round face with a smallish mouth and a bit of a jutting jaw. Her nose was aquiline, and her eyes were a piercing dark blue. Her pronounced cheekbones gave her face the impression of harshness and it was a tool she used effectively in her job in the police force.

At the mention of his brother, Mike's eyes grew dark and sad. Mike glanced away momentarily as if wanting to hide his emotions.

"I know he doesn't have long. How ... how was he?" he asked.

Sally smiled winsomely "At the moment he's ... well ... he's doing remarkably well. He has his bad days of course but generally he's doing good."

Mike nodded sagely and gave a weak smile. When Sally stiffened a little, Mike knew what was coming.

"Mike, I just want you to go and see him. Please, even if it's just the once." Asked Sally.

Mike huffed in response. "I told you. We have nothing else to say to each other." He declared adamantly.

Sally stiffened once more. "Mike, he's your brother and he's dying. It was a long time ago -- don't you think you should at least try and forgive him now, for what he did?"

Mike sniffed deeply. "Susy was just 18yrs -- he had no right ..." Replied Mike flying into a rage.

"And I'm surprised at you, as a police officer -- defending him. It was practically incest." Declared Mike before choking on the realisation of his own hypocrisy.

Sally sighed deeply in response, remembering the whole incident. It was a pivotal moment in her police career where she had to decide between the law and her family. In truth, Sally knew she should have reported the incident, sought to get Ryan and Susy some help. But when it had come to it, Sally had been unable to do it and so the matter was dealt with by the family.

"Sometimes when it's your brother, you look the other way." Declared Sally sadly, knowing Mike would not be happy with the reply.

And so it was. Mike turned and glared at her. "Yeah. And I had to deal with it." He said sounding a little angry.

But even as Mike said it, he felt the cold guilt and hypocrisy stinging him at every turn. In truth he had given the situation little thought and as with all sibling disagreements -- the relationship between Mike and his brother had festered and withered until now neither of them truly knew why they were not talking to each other.

Sally's face took on a conciliatory look. "Mike. He's dying. He wants to make his peace with you -- he ... he wants to apologise to you. I've made my peace with him for what he did ..." Sally stopped, aware that she had let something slip and Mike seized on it.

"What? Oh god don't tell me he ... he did something to you too?" he asked incredulously.

Sally cursed inwardly. "That's between him and me and I promised I wouldn't say anything while he was alive." Said Sally dismissively.

But Mike baulked at the response. "Oh. Shit Sal, you can't leave it like that. What ... what did he do?" he asked insistently.

"The little bastard, if he's done something to you, I'll ..." said Mike, flying into a rage once more.

But Sally's demeanour was calm. "Just leave it Mike. Now is not the time to be airing our dirty laundry." Sally managed to talk quickly and Mike was about to reply when Sylvia came in with the tea.

Realising she was interrupting something, Sylvia coughed and sighed apologetically. Setting the tea down, she spoke.

"You know what? I'll ... I'll just go and see how they are all getting on." She nodded at the pool area and began walking toward it.

Once Sylvia was gone, Sally turned to look at Mike. "Look. I'm asking you as a sister to please go and visit your brother. I've had a lot of experience with these things Mike and you know what? If I had a penny for every person I've heard say they wish they'd gone to see a dying relative one last time. Please Mike. I'm not asking you to forgive him, I just want you to give him the chance to apologise. Please, he wants to leave this life with a clear conscience. Surely you can at least give him that? He's your brother Mike. Please?"

Mike slowly let the seriousness of his sister's words sink into him. Deep down he knew he was being a hypocrite and he knew he should go to see his brother. But what his brother had done still hurt, and it was not easy to just let it go -- even after so many years.

He was about to speak when several family members came clattering in from the pool, laughing and shouting almost hysterically.

Over all of the hullabaloo Sally saw her brother Mike nod lowly and he gave few words of response.

"OK. I'll try and go to see him." He declared.

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Like most of the others Julie had made a quick disappearance at the mention of the Police and was now taking a leisurely shower in her on suite. She had woken up horny, and she giggled to herself -- admitting that these days she was horny most of the time.

But the arrival of Mike's sister had somewhat thrown a spanner in the works. She wanted to get laid, desperately and now as she sat on the edge of her bed she contemplated how she could achieve that.

Unsure of how long Mike's sister Sally and her kids were going to stay, Julie knew she had to be careful. But her cunt ached to be filled, it hummed with passion and desire and her clit throbbed impatiently.

Julie considered the danger of fucking a family member while the police -- albeit Mike's sister -- was downstairs. The thought excited her and turned her on even more as she went down the list of candidates.

After a few moments thought Julie decided on trying Tim first and, knowing that he was never far from his phone she text him a message.

"Hey. Wanna come and fuck your horny mum?"

Then Julie laid back on the bed, waiting and strumming her clit lightly in anticipation of her son bursting into the room imminently. Tim never turned down the opportunity of fucking his mom and she knew he would be rushing up once he'd read the message.

Tim meanwhile was down by the swimming pool casually talking to his cousin Emma about his work, when his phone rang out. It was unfortunate that Tim had a specific ringtone for his mum and it let anyone listening know it was from his mother.

"It's your mother -- it's your mother -- it's your mother" the phone rang out and Emma giggled.

"Are you going to see what she wants?" asked Emma nodding at Tim's phone.

Tim blushed furiously despite his attempt not to and looking away, as if wistfully glancing at the trees in the garden he replied a casually as he could.

"Ah it's probably nothing." He muttered absently before adding "...anyway, tell me about your work."

Emma however was not to be discouraged. Something about Tim's demeanour intrigued her -- she had noticed his excitement as his phone rang out. Emma was nothing if not tenacious and she made a mental note to find out more. A part of her worried that it might be something disparaging or mean about her Mum or about them as a family.

Tim shifted awkwardly, wanting to get away from Emma to read the text but also knowing that it was a huge risk to read it in front of her. Tim was used to his mother's texts now and despite being told not to use text -- Julie did send her son dirty texts and pictures frequently.

A part of him wanted to read it desperately, to find out what she was up to. Carefully shielding the phone Tim read the message and then quickly replied, trying to keep a straight face as he did so.

"Oh get us another beer would you Tim?" asked Emma, downing the last dregs of her bottled beer.

As Tim got up and somewhat reluctantly made his way to the beer box, he absently placed his phone back on the table -- and Emma quickly took her chance. Knowing it was wrong to read another person's texts she nevertheless didn't hesitate. In her own mind, she was family and there should be no secrets and if her Auntie was slagging her family off then she had a right to know.

Emma quickly opened the App and saw the text that Tim's mum had sent him. Nothing in her short life had prepared her for such a thing and now she sat there open mouthed and dumbfounded. Quite unable to believe what she was reading, she quickly noted Tim's reply.

"Be there shortly. Just need to give Emma an excuse to leave." He had replied.

Emma's jaw dropped at the realisation and she struggled to even believe what she was reading. A thought crossed her mind that it might be some sort of roleplay between Tim and his girlfriend. Surely it had to be she told herself. Shaken and stunned, Emma quickly replaced the phone as she saw Tim walking toward her.

Her head reeling, Emma was barely able to acknowledge Tim as he declared his intent.

"I ... I better go and see what Mum wants." He said, setting the bottles of beer down then picking up his phone.

The thud of the bottle on the table broke Emma out of her reverie and she glanced up at Tim, still bewildered and unable to believe what was occurring.

Tim turned and began to walk into the house, whilst Emma contemplated her next move. She had to know for sure, she told herself. A text on its own proves nothing -- she needed to see with her own eyes. A part of her brain screamed at her, told her to leave well alone and not to interfere as it was not her business. But they were her family and she had a right to know.

Emma waited until Tim was in the house then surreptitiously looking around she slowly made her own way into the house. In the lounge her Mum and her uncle Mike were still talking and over in the kitchen she could hear Sylvia and Wendy preparing some food. Across the room, making his way up the stairs she saw Tim. Instinctively she pulled back so as not to be seen by him then as he turned at the top of the stairs she followed slowly.

As Emma reached the top of the long stairs she heard a door click and noted it's direction. Approaching cautiously so as not to make the floorboards creak Emma stood outside the door that she felt Tim had just gone into. Turning her head and placing her ear to the door, Emma began to listen in to the discussion.

Barely able to reconcile her excitement with her abject disgust at what she felt sure was going to occur, Emma held her breath in anticipation.

Behind the door, the voices were muffled but just about audible.

"Christ you took your time Tim, I've been rubbing my cunt for ages waiting for you."

The voice was Julie's and Emma recognised it immediately.

"Mum, are you crazy? Auntie Sally, Emma and Steven are downstairs ... they ...they could catch us any minute." Tim's voice was both alarmed and somewhat excited.

"Lock the door, at best if anyone knocks you can hide and I'll just say I'm in here on my own having a nap. Nobody will suspect. Now ... get that gorgeous cock out and let your mum give it a good suck." Julie declared, her voice dripping with desire and lust.

Emma's jaw dropped and she barely stifled a gasp of sheer incredulity. Unable to quite believe what she was hearing, she realised that this was no role play -- this was real, and it was incest. A part of her knew she should be disgusted, shocked and horrified by it but another, more primeval part of her brain reacted to it in the only way it knew how. Emma groaned as she felt her cunt begin to moisten.

From inside the room, Emma could hear the fumbling and the low moans emanating and her brain could only barely cope with imagining what actions were producing those noises. Her Auntie was fucking her own son. The thought blew Emma's mind as she continued to struggle with the situation. She should have been appalled and shocked but the tingling between her legs told her she was feeling a lot more than that.

"Oh Shit Tim, hurry -- Fuck your mother, we ... we don't have much time." Julie said sounding aroused and excited.

A spark of pure excitement shot through Emma as she listened intently. Her mind reeled and waves of different feelings washed over her so quickly she struggled to grasp hold of any of them. Shame, revulsion, shock, excitement.

Absently her hand dropped between her legs, up her skirt and her fingers quickly pushed her panties to on side. With her cunt now exposed, Emma gave a sigh of satisfaction as her finger began to tease her hole and then began rubbing her clit.

Bolts of pleasure fired through her body as she now listened to Tim and Julie as they fucked. Their breathing so heavy, their groaning so intense that Emma could hear it easily as she imagined the strokes. Her cousin Tim thrusting his cock into his own mother.