As we walked across the basement toward the stairs, my niece Stormi looked at the bar and asked, “I’ve never tried wine before. Can we have some with dinner, Uncle Pete?”
“I uh… I think you had enough today.”
“Please? Just one glass?”
It was nearly impossible for me to refuse the sexy young redhead anything. I sighed and answered, “Okay. Get a bottle of red from the bar. Red goes with meaty lasagna better than white.”
“Thanks, Pete! You’re the best!” She kissed my cheek and followed me upstairs with a bottle of Merlot.
I thought a moment and looked in the jewelry box I'd inherited from my parents. I told her, "I have something very special for you. Your grandmother's favorite necklace. I think she would want you to have it since you’re a woman now, and it's beautiful like you."
"Awhh! Thanks, Uncle Pete! You're so sweet." I put it on her and she commented, "Cool! Pretty, but it's so heavy!"
I mentioned, "Your gramps told me it cost him three month's pay. It's four whole ounces, a quarter a pound of gold. Take good care of it."
"Wow!"
She was still wearing her new black panties and half-cup bustier, which left her small and perky nipples exposed. Even with oven mitts on her hands and a pack of cigs tucked into her cleavage, the sight was extremely arousing. I didn’t like wine much, so I cracked open another can of beer and sat at the table. She dished out one large plate of lasagna and said, “We’ll share it, like a date.” As she sat on my lap, squeezing my slowly growing cock between our thighs, she set a large glass of wine on the table.
She picked up a forkful of steaming hot lasagna and held it near my lips as she blew to cool it. I loved the aroma and loved seeing her luscious mouth so close to my face. When it was cool enough, I opened my mouth wide. I took the tomato-and-cheesy bite in my mouth, then kissed her lips. She opened her mouth, and I pushed about half the lasagna past her teeth. We chewed with our lips pressed together, then swallowed. I had a sip of beer and she took a large drink from her glass.
After we French-kissed our way through half a plateful of tasty pasta, I started fondling her nipples. They were already fully erect, like my penis. I moved away from her lips long enough to say, “Take off your panties.” She did as I opened the front of my robe. Then she sat straddling me, with one of her thighs atop each of mine. As we returned to French kissing, I rocked my hips, sliding my rigid rod up and down her slick and aroused vulva. She moaned, “Ummm! Please, Pete!”
I was quite tipsy, and the beer had blunted my logic and caution. I quickly thrust into her, but something felt wrong. There was a lot of resistance at first, but I knew she wasn’t a virgin. She exclaimed, “No! The tampon! OW!”
She was on her way to the bathroom by the time I finished apologizing. “Sorry! I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
“Gimme a minute!”
“Do you want some help?”
“Ow! Oh no! The cramps are back, too! Ugh!”
I asked, “What ah… what do you need?”
“I can’t get it out! The string came off and I can’t reach it!”
“I… I have long fingers?”
“Urrh! The cramping! Mom’s a doctor. I need my mom. Take me home.”
“Okay. I’ll get your clothes from upstairs.”
“The robe. Pants would be bad.”
“Sure, sure. No problem.” I quickly dressed in sweatpants, a t-shirt, and sandals, then brought her the pink bathrobe. I helped her put it on, then carried her to my truck. She smoked a cigarette on the way to her parents’ house. I turned a bit too soon, running over the curb and some flowers when I pulled into their driveway.
As I carried her to the front door, Stormi said, “My keys are in my jeans, back at your place.”
I rang the doorbell and her little sister Summer opened the door. She was a cute little blonde who would start middle school in the fall. She asked, “Why is Uncle Pete carrying you?”
I told her, “Stormi has a problem. Go get your mother.”
Instead of walking, Summer called out, “MOM! COME HELP! STORMI’S HURT!”
I sighed in annoyance, then set Stormi down on the living room sofa. Their mother Helen ran downstairs and urgently asked, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Stormi motioned and said, “Closer, Mom.”
As her elder daughter whispered in her ear, Helen’s face quickly reddened, and her jaw clenched. She ordered, “Go to your room, Summer. Now!” Once the pre-teen was safely out of earshot, Helen slowly and icily told me, “I will call you tomorrow. Go home.”
“I want to help her.”
Helen’s patience and restraint ran out. She sighed in exasperation and stared into my eyes. “You gave your mother’s favorite necklace to a KID? Then you bring her home dressed like a WHORE, stinking of wine and cigarettes! And after what you did! JUST GO! If you’re too drunk to drive, call a cab.”
I thought a moment, then pulled out my cell phone. Driving on the lawn was bad enough. I didn’t want to hurt anybody. I sat in a chair by the front door, waiting for the taxi while Helen helped Stormi in the bathroom.
I pondered how our day had gone from a sexy then shocking morning to a loving and euphoric afternoon, then an awful night.
Even more awful, as I was walking out the door, Stormi shouted, “YOU AND MY AUNTS DID, SO I CAN, TOO!"
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In the morning, after walking nearly a mile to get my truck, I drove to work. I parked at the office and saw my oldest brother Frank smiling through the window. He was also my boss. The sun was only a couple of fingers above the horizon, and his white Cadillac was the only other vehicle in the parking lot. I wanted a full-sized pickup, maybe an F350, which would be great for work tasks. I’d also dreamed of having a Corvette or another hot sports car.
Other than Stormi, my primary goal was starting my own company and flipping houses. I’d buy them cheaply at auction, fix them up, then sell them for a hefty profit. Instead of buying a flashy car, I saved what I could and made do with my rusty little S10 pickup, which I’d bought cheap from my brother Rodney when he'd gotten his new Range Rover.
Frank was our construction company’s Architect and General Manager and Rodney was an Engineer. I had never gone to college and was only a lowly Team Lead, in charge of a three- to six-man crew most days. I didn’t like plumbing and knew I’d never reach Journeyman Plumber, which was the last qualification I needed for promotion to Foreman. I hated crawling in the mud, and it seemed any pipes I put together were cursed to leak. I was already a Master Electrician and Master Carpenter, plus a Journeyman at drywall, tile, and concrete.
As I shambled in Frank happily said, “Whatever you told Helen last night, thanks, bro!”
I was hungover and badly needed some caffeine. In my confusion, I asked, “Huh? What?” I vaguely remembered Helen being furious with me.
“Wendy will watch the kids this weekend, and my wife ORDERED me to go to a strip club Friday night! She says she wants to date another guy sometimes, and once a month she’ll let me mess around with somebody else!”
“Wow! I was pretty drunk last night.” I filled a coffee mug and fibbed. “I’m not sure what happened.” I took a few sips and said, “Maybe five years back, you asked her for a yearly ‘cheat day’ but she turned you down. She finally agreed?”
“Not just once a year, a whole weekend every month!” I hadn’t seen him so elated since his younger daughter Summer was born. I sipped more of the hot black elixir of life, and the expression on his face gradually changed to uncertainty and embarrassment. “I think maybe Helen uh… has feelings for you. I… I trust you, Bro. I know you won’t uh… hurt her or try to take her away, right?”
“Of course not!” I didn’t believe she wanted to date me. The previous night, she wanted to murder me instead.
“If Helen wants you, I…” He choked up a moment. “I give you permission. You’ve had like forty women over the years, so I know you won’t keep her long. Right?”
I laughed and admitted, “Hahaha! Thirteen girlfriends, just thirteen, a baker’s dozen.” My brothers and I grew up next door to the Kramer and Wilson families, and had a major thing for their girls in our early days. They apparently had a thing for us, too. Rod and Frank had both dated two sisters from each family, but I’d been with all seven girls. I smiled in self-satisfaction remembering. I’d cum in all seven of their mouths, and all but Helen’s pussy. I doubted it would happen, but anticipated that changing soon. I thought that at the same age, Helen had been just as beautiful as her daughter Stormi. She was still remarkably attractive for nearly forty.
I continued, “I’d never hurt you or Helen, bro. We’re family.” I felt a surge of guilt about what I’d done with my niece. Him hearing I had sex with his precious daughter Stormi… I sure didn’t want to be on the receiving end of the rage that would cause.
He patted my shoulder. “Good.” He drastically changed the subject. “Rod and I need to finish up the Oak Apartments proposal today. Julio and his guys are working on the Anderson Road development the rest of the week.” Julio was my direct supervisor, our Foreman. “Today I want you to pull the concrete forms off the new retaining wall at the park on seventh, with Mike and Hector. Then take a dozer and a loader with backhoe over to the Brighton job, and level the ground. Have Hector run the loader. I know Mike enjoys driving it, but last Thursday he dug through a bunch of cables.”
I was there and saw Mike cause the minor disaster. It knocked out power and internet service for a thirty-block area, and we were stuck standing around most of the day while the power and telecom companies patched dozens of wires and fiber lines. The repairs would probably cost our company twenty grand, half what Mike or Hector made in a year. I was annoyed that my brother thought he needed to tell me. It seemed either he or Rod irritated me every day. I was tired of supervising barely capable boneheads, too. The sooner I could start house flipping, the sooner I could get out from under my brothers’ thumbs, and the happier I would be. I remembered I had forty grand saved away, about half what I needed.
I sighed and said, “After last night, I need another coffee. With Mike…” I groaned, “Gurrr... two more, maybe three.” Frank chuckled as I refilled my cup and took an aspirin.
He said, “This week, Mike only drives a rake and a shovel. Oh, and Stormi isn’t feeling well. We’ll help you move her stuff to your place Friday.”
“Okay. I hope she feels better soon.” I felt guilty again, for accidentally hurting her.
Frank went to his office, and I got breakfast and a third coffee on the way to the park.
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I was glad pulling the concrete forms at the park and loading them into my truck was simple and didn’t require much conversation. At the Brighton site, I climbed in the D6 dozer’s cab, turned on some tunes, and thought about the upcoming three-day Memorial weekend. I flattened a few small hills, considering what I’d say to Helen. She knew I'd had sex with Stormi and let her smoke and drink, though she was only eighteen. I kept trying to come up with some kind of justification, but knew there wasn’t any. I planned to tell her that Stormi would be safer with me than with random guys off the street since I’d never try to hurt her. Hopefully, that would be enough to mollify Helen’s outrage.
I was throwing a frozen dinner in the microwave when she called me after work. I dreaded answering, but did on the third ring. “Hello, Helen.”
I could hear the icily restrained anger in her voice. “Stormi is on the way to your place. Frank and I will help move her things Friday night, then I’m going to teach you two some important medical information.”
I floated the single concept I’d come up with that might improve her opinion of me. “I love Stormi, and I’d never hurt her. She’ll be a lot safer with me than dating college guys.”
I knew that as a doctor Helen was smart, but had no idea to what extent.
I quickly discovered I was a tic-tac-toe novice, struggling against a chess champion.
She began with, “Stormi is feeling better, and she’s walking to your place now. Since she’s eighteen, I can’t do anything to stop her from moving out or sleeping with you, no matter how repulsive that is.” She made a gagging noise. “For the sake of everyone, consider the huge embarrassment it would cause the family if anyone else found out. Nobody would offer construction contracts to a company who employs incest freaks, and I’d be passed over for Chief of Medicine when my boss retires next year.”
I tried to get a word in, “I…”
“When Stormi broke up with her last boyfriend, Frank took his pistol from the safe and I had to talk him down. It would be far more of a betrayal if he found out what you’ve already done! This isn’t just some little high school secret about who has a crush on whom! It could destroy our futures! If the secret ever got out, it would wreck the construction company, our family, everything! You even let Stormi smoke and drink, which no decent parent or partner would. You have no idea how damaging those are to the body!”
“Um, I ah…”
“Here’s what will happen. This weekend I’ll teach you and Stormi the medical facts about incest. It’s disgusting and beyond, but I’ll teach you about anal sex, too. I don’t want you screwing her, but you abandoning my daughter would break her heart. I know that you’ll dump her in a month or two, unless she gives up her butt. It’s the big thing you’ve always wanted but haven’t had yet. Anal is dangerous unless you do it correctly. It's foul and disgusting, but I’ll teach and help you, and you two will follow my instructions precisely.”
I picked the wrong time to ask, “Um, Frank said you want to date me?”
I could just about hear her eyes roll, as she exhaled slowly through her teeth. “That’s what I told him. He works with you all the time, and you’ve known each other your whole lives. He can tell if you’re happy and getting sex or not. How long do you think it would take him to figure out you’re fucking his daughter, if she lives with you, you’re smiley and satisfied, but you claim you’re not with anybody?”
“Uh…”
“And take it easy with long thrusts, too. If I remember correctly, you have a seven-inch penis, like both your brothers.”
I smiled and bragged, “Seven and a half, Bonnie measured it.”
Helen was even more aggravated when she replied, “Leave my sisters out of this! Seven and a half is nineteen centimeters, and Stormi’s vaginal depth is only ten centimeters. If you enter too far too fast, it hurts her cervix. Imagine a woman kicking your penis instead of… I’m sure you get the idea.”
“I uh… I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“The dick boys; Rod, Peter, and Frank. That’s what we girls called you during our dating frenzy, ‘The dick boys’. You three have nice ones, but make inconsiderate mistakes far, far too often. Anyway, I’ll see you Friday. Don’t do anything with her butt until I see you, and don’t let her drink or smoke.”
“But she…”
“The only control I have over the situation is information and finance. I’ll tell and show you everything you need to know. If she doesn’t drink or smoke, I’ll pay for her college, too. If she asks you to buy her booze or cigarettes, tell her she can have them if she can pay for college on her own.”
“Uh, okay.”
“See you Friday night.”
“If uh…”
“Click! Ding! Dong!” Helen hung up on me, just as Stormi rang the doorbell.
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