Carla and her Family

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Carla Cummings was married with four kids. Her daughter Debbie was the oldest, almost sixteen. The twins Roger and Gregory were fourteen, and little Betsy was just thirteen. Carla owned a small restaurant in Macon, which she had purchased with her share of her parent's estate.

She had known her husband Billy-Bob was cheating on her for years. He was always making plays for the waitresses at her business, where he was supposed to be the head bartender. Carla had forgiven him several times when he admitted his affairs, even when she found out about him and her best friend at the Sleepy Nook Motel. But she finally had enough of his treachery. She followed him one day when she saw him slip out the restaurant's back door, and she saw him go into a house two streets away. After he went inside, Carla went around to the side of the house and peeked into a window. She saw her husband pulling off his clothes, ready to jump into bed with one of her new waitresses. His cock was swollen with his adulterous lust.

That was all she needed to see. You're history, Billy-Bob, Carla thought. She went home, packed some suitcases, and waited for the kids to get home from of school. Meanwhile, she called the restaurant and informed her manager, an old and trusted employee, to take charge for a few days.

As the children got off their school buses, Carla told them that they were going to visit their Uncle John. Carla drove two hours to the town in the country where her brother lived. Jack saw Carla's car pull into his driveway and went out to greet his older sister and her children.

"Hello, Uncle John," the kids screamed in unison.

"Hello there! Say, Carla, where's Billy-Bob?"

"I've left that cheating bastard, Jack," she announced. "It's all over."

"Well, sis, I reckon you've given him enough chances," Jack said.

They went into the big farmhouse, and Jack and the two boys carried in the suitcases. John Carter and his sister talked while the kids explored the farm and the buildings. Jack had inherited the house and farm from their parents. He had dated several different women, but he never found one he liked enough to marry. He had lived alone for the past few months.

"Jack, is it all right if we stay here with you for a while?" asked Carla, "Until we get ourselves settled."

"Of course it is, Carla. You can stay as long as you want." Carla gave her brother a big, wet kiss on the cheek and squeezed his thigh. The big house had four bedrooms. The twins would share one bedroom, and the two girls would share another. Carla could have her own room, the one she had occupied as a young girl.

Later, Debbie complained to her mom, "You forgot to pack my nightgown, mommy."

"Just sleep in your panties tonight, dear. Tomorrow we'll go shopping and pick up a few things we might need." Debbie thought her mom had made a mistake about leaving her father and was not happy about the impending break-up.

The next morning, Jack took the boys with him to work in the barn. Carla, Betsy, and Debbie went shopping for some clothes and more groceries. The boys loved helping their uncle and thought living on a farm was the greatest. Doing farm chores was a wonderful adventure for them. Later Uncle John dug up some worms, and they went back to the pond in a grove of trees so that the boys had a chance to fish. While he was leaning back against a tree and dozing, he heard the boys talking softly.

"I walked past the girls' bed room this morning and saw Debbie in just her panties" said Roger with a sly smile.

"Oh shit! I wish I had seen that," said Gregory. "Did you get a good look at her titties?"

"Damned right I did, Greg! They were smooth and round and had big nipples. Seeing her nearly naked gave me a boner," Roger replied with a big grin.

"I bet when you got into the bathroom, Rog, you jerked off!"

"You bet I did, and, when I shot off, it felt extra good because I pretended that Debbie was doing it," said Roger.

Jack listened to the two boys and pictured Debbie's naked body. He felt a stirring in his shorts, so the quickly got up to advise Roger and Gregory on how best to bait their hooks. The two brothers fished for about an hour but didn't catch anything big enough to keep. Meanwhile, their uncle was thinking about his sister and her children, especially Debbie. At last, Jack, noting the darkening sky, told his nephews that they could try again the next day. Roger and Gregory picked up their fishing poles, and they walked back to the farmhouse.

When they got close to the house, they could see that Carla and her two daughters were home from shopping. It started to rain, and Jack and the boys ran inside the house to find that Debbie and Betsy were unpacking the purchases. Debbie had a new nightgown, and Carla had purchased some clothes for the other three children. Debbie and Betsy ran up to their room with new dresses. When they came downstairs, they showed off to their mother and uncle.

"Whooee! You two are beautiful and very sexy in those dresses," Jack said, and both Debbie and Betsy blushed. They knew Uncle John loved them. Carla put the groceries away and told her brother she had a present for him. He opened a carton and found several bottles of expensive wine from her restaurant.

"I know you enjoy good wine, Jack," she said. Jack kissed his sister on the lips and thanked her. Carla was surprised the way her brother had kissed her in front of the children. She felt flustered and rather warm.

After supper, Jack filled glassed with wine for himself and his sister, and they sat in the living room on the couch. Carla informed her brother that she was going to direct her lawyer to begin divorce proceedings against her husband.

"I don't want anything more to do with that lying sack of shit," she said. "I'm through with that bastard. He will have plenty of time to chase after sluts because I'm going to sell the restaurant and start a new business right here in town."

"That sounds great, sis," her brother replied. "Then we will be together again." Carla looked at her brother's smile and ran her tongue along her lip. Jack slid his hand along her leg.

"Mom, can I have a glass of wine too?" interrupted Debbie.

"I don't know, dear," Carla answered, glancing at her brother. He took his hand off her leg and scratched his head.

"Our mother and father allowed us drink at home, remember, Carla? They thought it was all right," said Jack.

"All right, we can celebrate our new life," she said and thought to herself that she could celebrate her divorce from that bastard. Uncle John poured out at glass of wine for each of the kids and laughed when they sipped the wine and made faces at the taste. Debbie and Betsy had a second glass and became giddy, so Carla sent them to bed. The two boys watched the end of a TV program and went upstairs too. They knew that rising early was in their future. Jack and Carla continued to drink and talk until two bottles of wine were gone. Then they went to bed. Jack undressed and lay in bed. He listened to the rain fall on the roof, thinking about his niece, Debbie, and his sister, Carla.