Uncle's Favorite Niece : Ch. 04

Note : This story is completely fictional!

*** From Gracy’s point of view

After the day my uncle took my cherry, I continued to have sex with him from time to time. Mom and he decided to have an open relationship. I enjoyed fucking him, but I did not do anything with Mom.

It was a turn-on seeing Mom eaten out and fucked. Aside from that, I was not interested and she felt the same way. After all, she’s my MOM! The way I felt about it was EWWWWW, NOT with my MOM! I mean, doing it with my Uncle was one thing. He was a man and he was HOT. I had never had any ideas of doing it with her. I mean, I might one day decide to explore that side of myself with another girl, just not with my Mom.

Mom was afraid that I would get pregnant and insisted that I get on birth control immediately. She did NOT want me to wind up like her and have a baby before I had a chance to complete school and I agreed with her. I loved my Uncle, but I was not ready to have his baby, or anyone’s baby for that matter.

As the summer ended, I knew that my free days would once again be gone. I would enter the local, private college to get a degree in computer science. I decided to stay to home while I went to college. The drive would only be about an hour at the most to school, so I figured that it wouldn’t be a bad drive. This would reduce my tuition.

I went up to the college this morning, met with my advisor. I also registered for my fall semester. The advisor helped me schedule my classes and they were surprisingly all available, so registration happened without a hitch. Apparently, Uncle Grant’s advice of registering early was a good idea after all, as I was able to schedule my classes for the kind of hours that I wanted.

I got 10 o’clock classes for all 5 days of the week, followed by classes at 1 and 2 in the afternoon for Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. On Tuesday and Thursday, my classes would be at 1 o’clock. This meant that I was done with classes by 3:00 every day. As a result, I would get to sleep in a little and I would have plenty of time for the rest of the day to do my homework and studies. I would thus have the entire evening free.

I met a cute guy while I registered and found out that we had the same classes. He was pursuing the same kind of degree that I wanted. He was also a freshman. His name was Tray Bentley and he moved to the Amherst area from Springfield. Coming from “old money”, he could afford to attend a private institution like Hampshire College as well. He lived with his older brother Drake and his brother’s fiancée Amber in their 3-bedroom house. Drake had graduated from Hampshire the year before and got the house from their parents as a graduation present, due to his expected marriage.

I still had 3 weeks of summer left before the fall semester started. Tray and I found that we enjoyed talking to each other. I learned that Tray had moved here at the beginning of summer. I invited him to come over to my house for swimming today and he accepted. I called Uncle Grant to ask for permission.

“Hey, I met this guy, Tray. He’s new here and lives with his brother. We have the same classes. I want to invite him over to the house to swim. I’m just calling to ask if that’s okay with you and Mom. He’s cool. Do you mind if we hang out at the house for a while?” I pleaded.

“Yeah, that sounds fine,” he agreed, and then asked, “Would you like your mom to fix you some snacks?”

“Thanks! We’ll be there in about an hour. Yeah, we would love something to eat. We’re starving. Some ice-cold lemonade sounds great,” I answered, and hanged up the cell phone and turned to Tray.

“My Uncle Grant said that we could come on over to swim. He is going to have mom fix us some snacks. Knowing my mom, she is going to fix almost everything under the sun. Hope you‘re hungry. She loves to cook. When new people come over, she likes to show off,” I laughed.

“That sounds great. I haven’t had a good home cooked meal all summer. Unfortunately, living with my brother and his girlfriend, none of us know how to cook that much. Amber is trying to learn, but she still has a way to go. About all any of us can do is barbeque. Speaking of which, you should come over tomorrow and meet them. We are going to barbeque and would love to have you,” Tray replied.

“I’ll ask them for permission to make sure that nothing is planned. Then my mom will REALLY have fun feeding you! Do you want to follow me home?” I asked him.

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll call my brother on the way and tell him what’s up,” he commented.

We got into our cars and he followed me home. I lived some distance from the college and our closest neighbor was about 4 miles away. My uncle had bought a large piece of land off the road, way back in the country and I loved living there. We were close enough to the city without being alienated from the country. We lived just far enough to have privacy.

I pulled off the main road onto the side road that would take us to my house. It would be another 10 minutes before we would get there. You could say that we had a LONG driveway. I pulled up in front of my house and got out of my car. I walked over to Tray’s truck and waited until he got out.

“Damn girl, you really do live off in the country! Is THAT your driveway?” he asked incredulously.

“Yeah, you could say that. Though, we only own the last five minutes of land,” I replied and laughed when his mouth dropped open.

“Guess that means you can afford the tuition, eh? Is your Uncle Bill Gates, by any chance?” he teased me.

I laughed at his joke, “Come on, I can see my mom and uncle watching us from the front window. It seems they are eager to meet you. We are a very close family.”

“Yeah, Drake, Amber, and I are too,” he commented.

Right as we got to the front door, it swung open and both Mom and Uncle Grant were standing there. You would think that this is the first boy I brought home for them to meet from the way they were acting.

“Geez, guys! Can’t we even get into the house before you pounce all over the poor guy! I would like him to WANT to actually stay and swim, not want to run for the hills. I am 18-years old now and will be going to college in a few weeks. You don’t have to protect me anymore. I am a big girl now!” I half-heartedly complained.

I actually thought it was somewhat cute, the way they still treated me as if I was a kid. However, I also wanted them to realize that I was an adult. I would one day be on my own, and they would not be here to protect me. My uncle dominating my mom and me didn’t mean that I would stay with him in a long-term relationship. I wasn’t the same kind of slave as my mom. I might continue fucking him now and then, but that was about it. I wanted to be with someone with whom I was IN love, not just loved.

“Young lady, don’t talk to us in that tone of voice! I will protect you as long as I can, whether you like it or not! Now, introduce us to this young man here. Your mom has snacks out by the pool for you,” he half-chided me.

“Oh, Uncle Grant! Quit treating me like a kid! I hate that! Anyway, this is Tray Bentley. Tray, this is my Uncle, Grant Gordon and my Mom, Megan Gordon. We are famished. Tray lives with his brother and his brother’s fiancée, and none of them can cook other than barbeque, or at least that’s what he says. Speaking of which, can I go over to their house tomorrow for a barbeque?” I responded.

“I suppose that would be ok with me, as long as it is ok with your Uncle,” my mom replied to me, before turning to Tray and saying, “It’s nice to meet you, Tray. You must come over for dinner one night. I love to cook, as my daughter has probably told you already! I have made sandwiches, pigs in a blanket, chips, dip, and fresh VEGETABLES! There is also some ice-cold, homemade, strawberry lemonade, which happens to be Gracy’s favorite, Tray.”

“Yes, that is fine with me too. Just be careful and call if you are going to be late or anything. Don’t forget to keep your cell phone on, in case we need to get a hold of you,” my uncle replied.

“Thanks, ya‘ll, but why did you make VEGETABLES, MOTHER?! You know they probably wont be eaten, what with all of the nice junk food that you made. Yes, your strawberry lemonade IS my favorite, outside of soda! Let me run upstairs and put on my bikini. Please don’t interrogate him while I’m gone!” I laughed.

“Gracy Anne Gordon, you had better eat some of those veggies! You don’t eat enough as it is! At least your mother was nice enough to put dip next to them. As for why she did it, well, it’s not as if she had to COOK them, unlike pigs in a blanket! She had them cut up already! She just placed them on a plate. Anyway, if we want to play ‘20 Questions’ with Tray, we will! By the way, Tray, do you have any trunks? We have plenty of trunks and swimsuits for guests,” Uncle Grant interjected.

Pretending to ignore my Uncle’s comment, I ran upstairs to change. As I headed up the staircase, I heard Tray inform Uncle Grant that he DID bring his own trunks, which he kept in his truck for just such an occasion.

When I came back down, I found Tray waiting by the pool, already in his trunks.

“Would you like to eat or swim first?” I asked.

“Let’s eat. I’m starving. By the way, your mom’s veggies look good, as do the rest of the stuff she made. I can see why you love her strawberry lemonade so much,” he teased while drinking some more lemonade.

“Looks like my mom and Uncle Grant decided to give us some privacy. And you can have all of the veggies you want, just let me take credit for some of them!” I teased him back.

At this point, Uncle Grant and Mom came out, telling us, “We have to go into town for a few hours. Are you guys gonna be okay by yourselves?”

“Sure, we’ll be fine,” I reassured them.

“Okay, but don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” Uncle Grant winked at me.

“That’s not saying much, Uncle Grant! I know what you ‘would do‘. So, can I do what you WOULD do?” I returned impishly.

“Don’t get sassy with me, young lady!” he scolded me half-seriously.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but can I?” I asked again.

“Sure, but you know what I’ll want from you later in return!” he warned me.

“Grant! She has company!” Megan admonished Uncle Grant.

“Watch it, Megan Renee! I may have to punish you later! Come on, let’s go into town and leave these two lovebirds alone!” he ribbed all of us.

“What was that about?” Tray asked as they drove off in the Jeep.

“Uncle Grant and my mom are very ‘indulgent’, especially with sex,” I explained.

“Do you mean that they allow…?” he stammered.

“Me to fuck? Yes, you could say that! And then some!” I hinted.

“What do you mean by ‘and then some’?” he probed, somewhat flustered.

“Let’s just say that I’m no longer a virgin,” I answered cryptically.

“Interesting, but what does that have to do with ‘and then some’?” he inquired.

“Promise that you won’t judge us?” I requested.

“No, I won’t judge you,” he reassured me.

“Well, you could say that my uncle saw to it that I’m not a virgin,” I finally told him, waiting nervously to see his reaction.

“Wait, you mean that he popped your cherry?” he asked surprised.

“Yes. Before you ask the next question, yes, my mom knows. He also fucks her frequently,” I told him.

“Damn, your family IS close! And I thought that Drake and I got a little wild!” he slipped.

“What do you mean that you and Drake are ‘a little wild’? Is there anything that I should know about you guys?” I probed him curiously, knowing that I would HAVE to solve this mystery!

“Uh…well…we’re not gay or anything, if that’s what you’re wondering! How shall I shall put it, Drake and I share quite a few things!” he stuttered to explain.

“What exactly DO you share that would make you wild?” I demanded.

“We share Amber and any girlfriends I might get,” he explained.

“So, does that mean that you’re both swingers?” I asked for clarity, my pussy getting wet from all of the talk of sex.

“Yeah, we’re swingers,” he said, beginning to harden into a bulge as he thought of fucking Gracy.

“So, do you and your mom…uh, do it?” he inquired.

“EWWW! No way! She may be a sexy woman, but she’s my MOM! I would NEVER do it with my MOTHER!” I reacted, making him laugh.

After we finished eating (and to appease them, I DID eat a couple of veggies, albeit loaded with ranch dip), we decided to swim.

“Would you like to go skinny-dipping?” I invited him, while removing my bikini.

“Hell yeah, I‘d love to!” he said, scrambling to drop his trunks.

It turned out that Tray was well-endowed, and I don’t just mean monetarily. He could even put my Uncle to shame, and that is saying a lot, `cause my Uncle is 8 inches long. It would appear that Tray was at least an inch or two longer and much wider. I could not wait to ride that one!

I jumped into the pool and heard him follow me in there with a splash. I dunked under the water and swam away from him. I turned my head and saw that he was gaining on me. I swam faster and laughed when he caught me in the shallow end.

“Well, look who I have caught swimming in the buff. What shall I do with her?” he teased me.

“Hmmm, what do you have in mind?” I winked at him.

“Oh, I don’t know maybe take advantage of the situation and fuck her,” he grinned at me.

“Mmm, I think that she would love that!” I looked down at his package through the water and saw that he was sporting a raging hard-on.

I reached out and touched it. It was silky smooth and hard as a rock. It was definitely bigger than my uncle’s was. I was going to be sore after taking that one inside of me, but that did not deter me from my plans. I desperately wanted him to fuck me. I hadn’t made love to my Uncle in a few days. I had not had sex with anyone else yet. He had not forbidden me to do it with others; I just hadn’t found someone else that interested me, not until I met Tray.

Tray leaned over me in the water, captured my lips, and kissed me. If he had not been holding onto me, I would have swooned, which was saying a lot. I was NOT one of those girls that fainted at the slightest thing. Boy, did he know how to kiss a girl! I couldn’t help but wonder if he was as good at fucking as he was at kissing! I would soon find out. I arched into him, pressing my breast into his chest, while I stroked his shaft up and down gently. I heard his sudden intake of breath when I did this.

He repaid the favor by reaching down and cupping my womanhood. I had to have him NOW!

“Tray, take me! I can’t wait any longer. Please just fuck me!” I implored.

“I can‘t either! I must have you now! You are doing sinful things to my cock. Your Uncle has taught you well on how to touch a man. If we plan to continue this relationship, my brother will want to have you too! After all, he’s been kind enough to share his fiancée with me. Though I DO plan to tease by pretending not to be willing to share you with him,” he reacted.

“Oh, I certainly plan to continue THIS relationship! Is your brother, by any chance, as big as you are or BIGGER? That is naughty of you to tease your brother that way. I would LOVE to help you! Sounds like fiendish fun! When do we start?” I agreed as we walked out of the pool.

“Tomorrow too soon? I have always liked to tease my brother. Isn’t that what little brothers do? Yes, he IS as big as I AM which you will find out tomorrow. You are a naughty girl, who needs to be spanked once in a while!” he replied.

“What has my Uncle Grant told you? What gave you THAT idea that I would ever need to be spanked?” I asked with mock outrage.

“Oh, HE said nothing to me. YOU gave yourself away by being eager to tease Drake! So, at 18, your uncle still spanks you?” he clued in on me.

“I refuse to answer THAT question! What makes you think that I’d let YOU spank me, even if I am naughty?” I reacted.

“Well, your NOT answering that question tells me everything I need to know, and I WILL spank you if I see fit! Something tells me we would BOTH enjoy that! So don’t tempt me, or I just might spank you now!” he warned me.

I led Tray over to the chaise lounge, the same one where my uncle took my virginity, so we both could lay down on it. He began toying with my pussy and clit, getting me ready for his entry. He spread my legs and ate me out for a while. Boy, he had a way with his tongue! It didn’t take too long for me to cum with his oral assault on me. By the time that I came, I was begging him to fuck me.

“Please, Tray, just stick it in me! Stop torturing me!” I begged him.

“Oh, I’m not torturing you, YET! That comes tomorrow, when both Drake and I take you! You will even experience a DP!” he said.

He climbed up on top of me and positioned himself between my spread legs. I wrapped my long legs around his hips and pulled him into me. He quickly pushed deep into me and began rhythmically screwing my brains out. He astounded me at how big his dick was. I was not use to such a large size of cock. He touched me in places that Uncle Grant had never touched before. I was enjoying every minute of it.

Given that he was the 2nd person I had ever shagged, I began to compare him with Uncle Grant. While there are clearly advantages to doing it with an older, experienced man, there are also benefits to fucking a younger, more forceful one. There was a difference and I was sure that guys compared girls too.

I grabbed a hold of him and began meeting him thrust for thrust. I even clenched my inner muscles, that I learned how to use, to milk his rod. His breathing quickened as I did this, indicating that it had its intended effect. I was unsure of how long either of us would be able to last. It seemed that he was as hot and bothered as I was. Maybe, I thought, it had a couple of days since he last had sex.

“Damn girl, you’re the best lay I’ve ever had! It’s been 3 days since I had any partner but my right hand. At this rate, if you keep milking my cock this way, I won’t last very long at all! Would your uncle have any problem with us spending the night together?” he exclaimed.

“Thanks! I don’t think that my uncle would have a problem with that. I can’t last much longer myself! I too have gone without it a few days,” I returned.

“Maybe you can ask your uncle to let you spend the night at my place tomorrow. I’m tired of only fucking when Drake and Amber are in the mood to include me. I don’t mind sharing Amber, but I want to have first place in someone’s life. I want a real relationship,” he declared right before he came in me.

The feeling of Tray cumming in me sent me over the edge. I came with more force than I had in a long time. The tightening of my pussy muscles milked the rest of his load from his cock and balls.

We relaxed for a few minutes enjoying each other. Due to the August heat, we were both sweating. I suggested that we cool off in the pool.

“That sounds great,” he told me.

After jumping into the pool, I picked up the conversation where he had left off.

“I know what you mean when you mentioned about not being first place in somebody’s life. That’s how I feel with my and my uncle’s relationship. He would be perfectly happy for me to stay here and continue our affair. That might work temporarily, but in the end, I want to be IN LOVE with somebody and have a primary position in their life. That would NOT happen if I stayed here. Mom is my Uncle’s soul mate. I want my OWN soul mate as well. I will continue to fuck my Uncle on occasion, but I am determined to move on with my life,” I explained.

“That is EXACTLY the way that I feel. Drake and Amber even know that and it doesn’t bother them. They want me to be as happy as they are. We just want to share our women with each other for mutual pleasure. However, we understand that Amber is Drake’s lady and whomever I choose is MINE! I’m glad we met up today. I know that it’s too soon to say that I actually love you, but I do believe that I’m starting to fall in love with you. I believe that we’re destined for each other, if you’ll pardon the cliché. We’re even in the same boat sexually,” he empathized.

“Like you, I agree that it is too soon to say that we’re in love, but I’m starting to fall in love with you as well. It DOES seem that we’re destined for each other. We’re even taking the same courses for the same degree. Would you like to come up to my room to rest? I have game boxes and satellite TV. We can watch anything that we want, including porn! My uncle subscribes to several different channels and does NOT object to me watching them. After all, we are 18,” I invited him.

“Given your relationship with your uncle, I imagined that he WOULD be cool with it! Sure, I would love to come up for a while. We’re gonna burn if we stay in the Sun too much longer. I could use a quick, cool shower too,” he accepted.

I led him up to my room, stopping along the way to get his clothes. I knew that Mom would take care of the food outside when they got back, so I didn’t worry about that. When we got to my room, I showed him my private bathroom.

“You can go ahead and take your shower if you want,” I offered him.

“Only if you join me!” he urged me.

“If you insist!” I teased.

“Oh, I DO insist! Very much so!” he rejoined.

“Mmm, then let’s go shower off. I feel sweaty.” I replied.

Tray opened the shower door and stepped into the shower. He pulled me into it with him and washed me off with the body wash. I enjoyed it when he ran his hands all over my body. The water cooled us down from the late summer heat. I relaxed even more as he washed my hair. His magical hands massaged my scalp and shoulders. He continued down my back until he reached my buttocks. I moaned in pleasure when he kneaded every knot along the way.

“I’m not sure which of us enjoys this more, you or me! You have such a smooth ass! I love rubbing it!” he observed.

“I love having it rubbed, too! Where did you learn to massage muscles this way? You are doing wonders to my body!” I reacted.

“Drake showed me a thing or two about the female body. I also used to rub my mom’s shoulders. She wanted me to know how to massage. Both of them felt that it was an important thing for me to learn,” he explained.

“Well, I am glad that they taught you. You learned very well,” I noted.

He then pulled me back up against him and started on my front. I loved it when he played with my breasts. His hands then slipped to my cunt and wreaked havoc on me. It did not surprise me to find that I was ready to go again. He hardened, clearly ready for another round too. I turned around so I could wash him off.

I began washing him off. I enjoyed the dark, curly hair that covered his entire body. He had dark brown hair, deep brown eyes and a handsome, oval face. His body was quite muscular and lean. He even had 6 pack abs and firm buttocks. I could tell that he worked out a lot.

“I love all of your hair,” I informed him.

“That’s good to hear, because I have lots of it. I have found that most girls aren’t attracted to hairy men,” he returned.

“I am NOT most girls! ‘Most girls’ don’t do a lot of things I do!” I firmly told him.

I finished washing him and turned off the shower. We dried each other off with the towels and I led him back into my bedroom.

“What should we do now? You mentioned that you could watch the adult channels. Maybe we can lie down on the bed and look at them,” he asked me.

“Yeah, let’s get on the bed and we’ll find an adult movie to watch,” I replied.

I climbed on the bed and Tray lay down beside me. I reached over and grabbed the remote off my nightstand. I looked through the adult movie guide for a good movie. I located one that I had seen before. It had scenes of three-ways and four-ways. It also involved deep-throating and light BDSM. This was one of my favorite films. I flipped over to it and we lay back to watch it.

“This show is steamy! The deep-throating scenes are very stimulating! That redhead really seems to enjoy the DP that she’s getting from those guys!” he remarked.

“I’ve seen this movie many times. That redhead even gets a triple-penetration later in the movie! Your cock seems to need some attention,” I said.

“Yes, it does!” he exclaimed.

I leaned over and took his enormous cock into my mouth. I looked into his eyes, watching his facial expressions. I sucked the head while licking around it. I used my tongue to play with the opening of his dick. At the same time, I played with his balls, while stroking him up and down with the other hand. I gradually took him deeper into my mouth. When it reached the entrance to my throat, I took a deep breath and plunged it all of the way down my throat. His pubic hairs tickled my nose.

“Damn, you’re good! Keep this up and I will cum soon!” he cried out.

I pulled off of his cock to take a breath and replied, “My uncle taught me how to suck a man’s cock. After his first blowjob, he said that I was a natural.”

I resumed deep-throating him. He grabbed my head and began to thrust harder into my mouth. I swallowed to take him deeper into my throat. He wasn’t able to last any longer. He grunted as he came down my throat. After he finished, I raised myself up and asked him if he enjoyed it, grinning as I teased him with a stupid question.

“Yes, I did and you know it too. What do you say we rest and watch the rest of this movie,” he asked, while pulling me into the crook of his shoulder so we could relax together.

I pulled the comforter up over us and lay my head on his shoulder. I fit perfectly on the crook of his shoulder. His chest hair felt soft against my skin as we snuggled on my bed. I then heard my uncle and mom come home.

They knocked on my door and asked, “Gracy, are ya‘ll in there?”

“Yes, we are. We’re just chillin’ and watching some movies,” I replied

“Okay, your mom will have dinner ready in about an hour and a half. Is Tray staying for dinner?” Uncle Grant asked us.

“Yes, I am if that is okay with you, Sir,” Tray answered him.

“Of course it is fine! I am glad to see Gracy finally find someone that she likes. You 2 have fun and I will let you know when dinner is ready,” my uncle responded, while I heard his footsteps moving away from my door.

We laid there and talked about the upcoming college term. We both had similar goals. Both of us wanted children, but we wanted to wait until we graduated from college. He was going to pursue a career in software engineering and I planned to work in database research. We both wanted to learn how to build a computer from scratch. That was to be a hobby, which might turn into a secondary source of income.

After what seemed like only minutes, my mother knocked on the door and announced, “Gracy, Tray, dinner’s ready!”

“Okay, Mom. We’ll wash up and come down,” I answered.

We quickly dressed and washed up for dinner. When we got downstairs to the dining room, we noticed that Mom had made meatloaf with brown gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, and her homemade biscuits. My mouth watered at the sight of supper. She had cooked all of my favorites.

“Wow, I haven’t had real mashed potatoes and meatloaf in ages! Are those homemade biscuits? My favorite! You even have real butter for them! Kewl!” Tray exclaimed.

Apparently, Amber’s cooking skills lay more with INSTANT mashed potatoes than real ones and canned biscuits instead of home-cooked ones.

“This is one of Gracy’s favorite meals, and about the only way she will eat her vegetables is with some kind of starch. We love to use REAL butter with our biscuits. It makes them taste SO much better!” my uncle replied to Tray.

“I’m glad that you find dinner so appealing. I hoped that you would like it. I wanted to make sure that you got a GOOD home cooked dinner, since you said that none of you know how to cook, and I insist that you take some home for your brother and his fiancée,” my mom replied.

“Thank you Ma’m. They will be glad to see me tonight,” he joked, “I might even be their hero tonight.”

We all laughed at that joke, but we knew he was not far from the truth. My mom had taught me how to cook when I was only 8 or 9. By the time I was 12, I was able to cook complete meals by myself, and was proud of it. My favorite meal to cook was Southern Fried Chicken. Despite the fact that we lived in New England, it was the style of chicken that I most preferred.

We sat down at the table and started eating. My mom and uncle asked Tray about his career plans and more about his living situation with his brother. He didn’t mention to them that he sometimes “slept with” Amber, though he DID tell them everything else. He even told them that 60% of their meals turned out either charcoaled or almost raw.

My mom offered to give them cooking lessons if any of them wished to learn. She always made it a hobby of hers to teach other people how to cook. She only did this informally and at home. Most of her “pupils” were either newlyweds or college students.

“Amber would really love that, since she lost her mother when she was 7. Her father never thought of teaching her how to cook. He never remarried, so she had no step-mother to teach her either. Drake, on the other hand, is only interested in using a barbeque pit. However, I would enjoy being taught how to cook,” Tray responded.

“I’m glad that she’s interested. Give her my phone number and tell her to call me when she gets ready. We’ll work out the arrangements. I NEVER charge for teaching. As I said, it’s a hobby of mine. She will even get to take the meals that she cooked home. That goes for you too. Grant knows how to barbeque and I imagine that he would love to give Drake some pointers, if he would be interested,” my mom replied.

“Yeah, I would love to give him some new ideas and suggestions, if he would like to hear them,” Uncle Grant agreed.

“Well, speaking of BBQ, I’m going to leave early in the morning to go over to Tray’s place,” I informed them.

“You know, it might be best to bring a bikini for swimming. You may even take some other clothes, just in case you decide to spend the night. We have extra space for you to sleep. Mr. Gordon, I’ll be sure to tell Drake about your offer to show him a few pointers about BBQ,” Tray mentioned.

“That sounds good, but just drop the ‘Mr. Gordon’ bit. You can call me ‘Uncle Grant‘, since it looks like you and my niece are getting close. We’re not very formal around here,” my uncle reacted.

“Grant’s right. We’re not into formality here. You can call me ’Mom’ or ’Megan’ if you wish. ’Mrs. Gordon’ is our mother and ’Mr. Gordon’ is our father. We’re not THAT old yet!” Megan laughed.

Tray returned the laughter, saying, “Okay, I’ll just call you ’Mom’. My parents taught me to respect my elders, so I feel awkward calling you by your first names. And you’re right. I think Gracy and I will be VERY close! We seem to hit it off QUITE well.”

“If you want, Mom, I can help you clear the table,” I offered my mother, trying to impress Tray.

“What do are you trying to do, impress your new boyfriend? You NEVER help me clean off the table! You usually come up with excuses for NOT helping me with the dishes!” my mother busted me.
“MOTHER! I do too help!” I protested, knowing full well that I was lying.

Tray and Uncle Grant sat there and laughed at the exchange between my mom and me. My uncle knew the truth and Tray had figured me out, because he also didn’t help with the kitchen chores.

“You LIE! You haven’t willingly helped me with the KP duties since you were 11 years old! You’d better watch telling those lies. Your nose is bound to grow like Pinocchio’s! No, your uncle and I will do it,” Mom retorted.

Ignoring my mother’s complaints, I asked Tray when he needed to head home. I dreaded an end to this wonderful day that we had shared.

“I should start heading back now, before it gets too late. Can I go ahead and get those leftovers that you offered to send back with me? I imagine that Drake and Amber will be eager to dig in,” he commented.

“Yeah, I’ll fix you 3 plates right now. The extra one is for you to eat later,” she said, leaving to make the plates for him.

“It’s been nice to meet y’all. Give me a call on my cell when you leave in the morning. I’ll give you the directions again. We only live about 15 or 20 minutes from the college,” Tray announced.

At this point, Mom came out with the leftovers in disposable, sectioned-off bowls. She told him that he could keep the containers. I walked with him to his truck.

“I’ve had a great day. I can’t wait for tomorrow! I’m glad that we have the same classes this semester and that we met. This next year is going to be a LOT of fun!” I declared as I kissed him.

When we finished kissing, Tray said, “Yeah, I look forward to the upcoming year myself! So, AM I your new boyfriend? Your Mom seems to think so,” he teasingly asked me.

“I would LOVE to have you as my boyfriend. You know how perceptive parents can be,” I answered him.

“Of course, you know that we are not exclusive. I mean, with you fucking your uncle and me screwing Amber sometimes, there is little point in pretending to be monogamous. Of course, Drake will want his share of you too. I’m glad that you are MY girl! We might share our bodies, but our hearts will only belong to each other,’ he replied.

Tray got into his truck, waved, and said goodbye as he pulled out of the driveway. I walked back into the house, feeling like I finally belonged to someone. I at last meant something special to a man. I mean, I knew that my uncle loves me, but I wanted to have a special place in someone’s heart, above everyone else. I wanted to have someone with whom I could talk.

I thought about everything that happened that day between Tray and me. We had so much fun swimming and playing around together. We just seemed to hit it off. It was as if we were meant to be together.

I walked back into the house and found Uncle Grant in the living room, watching TV.

I asked, “Where’s Mom?”

“Uh…she’s starting the dishwasher and then she is going to bed. She said that she’s tired and turning in early. I helped her clean up the dining room, then she shooed me out of HER kitchen. She said that she could do it faster without me in the way. I don’t understand how that could be, but I just let her have her way in this case. I know how to pick my battles,” my uncle laughed.

“Yeah, Mom likes to run HER kitchen the way she wants it. I tend to stay out of her way. It’s easier,” I joined the laughter.

“You can say that again! But, on a different subject,” he teased me, “It seems that a new man has replaced me.”

“No one could EVER replace you, Uncle Grant! Tray and I are going out, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll stop making love with you. Tray knows and understands about our relationship. I love you. I just need someone of my own. I mean, you and Mom belong to each other. Sometimes, I feel like the third wheel,” I explained.

“Well, you know that you’ll always have a place here if you want, but the most important thing is that you are happy. You do need someone who is primarily yours, someone that will give his main attention to you, instead of someone else. There is nothing wrong with fucking other people, as long as you’re honest with your partner and he doesn’t mind. Honesty is the best policy in all relationships. I’m glad that you have found that special someone.

“I have to admit that a selfish part of me wants to keep you all to myself, but I want you to do what YOU feel is best for you, not what I think. You have to live your own life. I learned that when I was about your age and my parents tried to run my and your mother’s life. They were not happy with your Mom’s choices. They thought that she should stay home with them, not move in with me. We had to live our own lives and make our own mistakes. So do you,” Uncle Grant replied.

“Thank you for understanding. Not all parents do. Most want to live your life for you or tell you how to do it. Even though you’re not my biological father, I think of you like a dad,” I responded, leaning over to give him a kiss.

Mom stuck her head into the room and announced that she was going to bed. We told her goodnight and I gave her a quick hug.

“Since your mom is going to bed, I want you to take care of me instead. I would like to fuck your ass again,” he requested.

“Yeah, it looks like Mom needs a break. Besides, it‘s been a couple of weeks since we’ve done anal,” I agreed, as we headed to my bedroom.

As we entered my room, Uncle Grant took charge and instructed me to remove all of my clothes. He then commanded me to undress him as well.

“It smells like you and Tray had some fun in here today, and you still have your TV on one of the adult channels,” he observed.

“Yes, we did, and thank you for giving us the opportunity to do it! That departure of yours and Mom’s was all too obvious!” I replied.

“Well, like I said earlier, ‘you know what I want as repayment!’ I want that cute little ass of yours!” he warned me.

“WHERE do you want my ass, Uncle?” I asked innocently.

“Where do you THINK I want it? Right in front of my cock, where I can fuck it! Don’t play that ‘angelic innocence’ act with me! You and I both know where I want it,” he demanded, “Bend over the bed. I have some things to do before I take your sweet ass hard.”

I bent over the side of the bed, knowing better than to taunt him anymore. He grabbed my butt cheeks, spread them, and started to rim me. I moaned in delight, begging him to take me. He knew how to turn me on. Here I thought that I was all “fucked-out” for the day. My uncle proved me wrong.

Rimming always seemed to make me eager for more. I felt his tongue enter my sphincter. I got wetter by the second and all but ordered my uncle to fuck my ass or make me cum.

“Not yet. I want this to last for a while. I love to rim your ass,” my uncle informed me.

After about 10 minutes of his rimming my ass, he decided to fuck me. He reached over and grabbed my lube from my nightstand. He applied a liberal amount to my ass and his cock. He then thrust it into me hard and without any warning.

“Damn, you’re being rather rough tonight! Not that I’m complaining! It’s just different from your usual style!” I declared.

“Something tells me that I won’t get as many chances to ride you in the future, so I thought I’d make the most of it! Besides, I know that you’ve been a naughty girl today and it turns me on to think how naughty you were, fucking him on the first day you met him! You need you ass spanked hard!” he reacted.

My uncle fucked my ass without mercy! I have not felt him this rough in a long time. He started spanking me while he buggered my bottom. I loved being spanked while being fucked and he was definitely doing that tonight. I knew that my butt would be sore tomorrow. I reached down to play with my pussy while he fucked me. I wanted to cum too.

He surprised me by saying, “NO! I don’t want you to cum until I say so and let you cum. I know that I don’t do this to you very often, unless I am punishing you, but tonight, I want you to be desperate to cum. I want to hear you beg me!”

“Please, can I play with my pussy and clit?” I begged him.

“No, not yet!” he answered me firmly.

He then reached into my nightstand drawer, removed my largest vibrator I owned, and shoved it into my pussy hard. He then turned it on full blast and ordered me not to cum until he allowed me. I could tell he was very close to cumming, but he seemed to have a lot of control tonight. He pulled out of my ass with a loud POP, and inserted a large butt plug into my ass.

“On your knees now! I want you to suck my cock until I cum down your throat! Use your hands too. I want you to massage my balls while I fuck your mouth. Only then will I think about letting you cum. That butt-plug is staying in your tight little ass until after your climax, which will keep you excited. The same goes for that vibrator in you. I’ll keep all three holes filled for a while. Just imagine that you’re being gang-banged,” he declared as he shoved his member down my throat.

I obeyed Uncle Grant, sucking his cock and playing with his balls, which clearly made him even stiffer. I was shocked that he kept from cumming for so long. After all, anal sex had a tendency to excite him a LOT and he was already turned on from thinking about Tray and me together. Apparently, there was more to my uncle than I knew.

After a few moments, when I thought he was distracted enough, I tried to slip my left hand down to my aching clit. Unfortunately, however, he noticed my misbehavior and called me on it.

“Gracy, I told you not to masturbate yet! Put your hand away from your clit and focus on getting me off first! Just for that, you’re gonna have to wait even longer than you would have if you had obeyed my orders. Moreover, you’re not going to be allowed to remove the butt-plug tonight at all. It’s staying there until tomorrow morning, when I take it out myself! Understood?” he warned me.

I nodded my head and concentrated on his pleasure. After what seemed like ETERNITY, he actually came down my throat. I wanted to appease him after my disobedience, so I made sure to swallow EVERY single drop! That evidently pleased him, but he didn’t lighten my sentence at all. He just grinned at me.

“Lie down on the bed, Gracy. Spread your arms and legs out. You were a VERY bad girl today, between fucking Tray so soon and playing with yourself a few minutes ago, not to mention taking your UNCLE’S cock up your ass! For that reason, you won’t be able to get yourself off. Your hands will be tied to the bedposts, while I fist your cunt. I might even fist your ass,” he ordered me.

Uncle Grant then took my favorite scarves, the royal blue ones, and used them to tie my hands to the headboard. He pulled the soaking vibrator out of my pussy and shoved his fist inside me. I was so wet that he didn’t need any lube. At this point, I was eager to cum.

“Please, Uncle, let me cum! I’m begging you! I can’t take anymore! I’ll die if I don’t cum now!” I screamed desperately.

“Not yet. I told you that your misconduct would cost you. Now, you’re paying for it. It will be quite a while before I let you cum,” he scolded me.

No sooner than he said that, my mom walked into the room, obviously awakened by my raised voice. She looked somewhat shocked by the kind of rough treatment that her brother was giving me.

“Grant, you need to ease up on the poor girl! She woke me up with her pleading. She’s your niece, not a leather slave in a fetish bar!” Mom reprimanded Uncle Grant.

This only infuriated my uncle, who didn’t want to be lectured by his sister/slave. He was the head of the household and he meant to be respected as such.

“Megan Renee Gordon, I am still your Master and her uncle! I don’t like your tone. It’s disrespectful and will NOT be tolerated! I love Gracy, but I don’t have many more times left to be with her physically and she has been a bit disobedient, earning this ‘treatment’ as a punishment! Now, shut up and strip!” he commanded as he pulled his hand out of me.

She quickly undressed and stood in the doorway, awaiting my uncle’s next instructions.

“Megan, go get your special butt-plug and bring it here!” he yelled at my mother.

Mom turned pale at the idea of the “special butt-plug”. It was the one used ONLY as a punishment and NEVER with any lube. It was twice as large as the normal ones and always left in her ass overnight. Uncle Grant also made sure every time to put it in her bottom himself, so she couldn’t have a chance to secretly lubricate her sphincter. He ALWAYS shoved it roughly in her as well.

Trembling, my mother returned with the “special” butt-plug and handed it nervously to my uncle. She was already stunned at the sight of me spread-eagled on the bed. The idea of her own punishment terrified her at this point.

Uncle Grant ordered her to lean over the bed, with her head uncomfortably close to my pussy. He grabbed her ass and abruptly slammed the butt-plug home. She squealed as he reamed her back door. He then took the vibrator that had been in me and stuck it in Mom’s mouth.

“Suck Gracy’s juices off the vibrator, Megan. This is part of your punishment for interrupting and scolding me. I’m going to do some things that I’ve wanted for a while and haven’t had the chance before. I’m also going to watch you girls do some things that you wouldn’t dream of doing normally. You’re both going to put MY pleasure ahead of your own inhibitions tonight. Let’s just say, neither of you will be getting much sleep,” he laughed wickedly.

“NO!” Mom and I yelled at once, horrified at the thought of what he implied.

“YES! You are going to fulfill ALL of my fantasies tonight! My wishes will be your commands!” he announced.

Reluctantly and timidly, my mother complied and put my vibrator in her mouth. The idea of tasting my cum clearly frightened her, but she was even more afraid of Uncle Grant’s temper.

“Sit on Gracy’s face while you lick the dildo, so she can eat your pussy. I want her to taste the opening she once left. Don’t cum either! Just pull away every time you get close. Gracy, if she fails to hold back, stop for a second so she doesn’t get off yet. If she cums, BOTH of you get in even more trouble,” he informed us.

Mom timidly moved toward my face and planted her pussy on my mouth, turning her head toward the wall. This only angered my uncle.

“No, Megan. Face ME! You’re going to WATCH me fist your daughter! You’re next, after all. I’m not going to be any easier on you than on her,” he told her.

After my mother complied, I began eating her cunt. It did not taste half-bad. She appeared to enjoy it. I then felt Uncle Grant’s fist reenter my pussy. He slammed it in hard, making it difficult to keep licking Mom while he ravaged my fuck hole. That didn’t stop him from ramming me with his hand though. Each thrust made me feel closer to cumming, just as my tongue got my mom on the verge of release as well. However, we both managed not to climax, though it was nearly impossible.

Several moments later, my uncle took his fist out of my cunt and tied my feet to the headboard with the belts from my bathrobes (these he had Mom bring to him). He told my mother to take the vibrator out of her mouth and get herself in a doggie-style position, so she could alternate between eating my pussy, fisting me, and rimming my ass.

Meanwhile, Uncle Grant began to fist Mom while he used the butt-plug to play with her asshole. It darted in and out of her sphincter while he ruthlessly entered her cunt with his hand. Each time he went deeper into my mother, it pushed her further inside me. In spite of myself, I was getting very turned on. How could I like having my mother fist me and rim my ass?

“Megan, I want you to stop fisting Gracy now and just rim her ass. I want you to get a good taste of your daughter’s back door. Really, eat her out there and think about the fact that my cock has been there. I don’t know about you gals, but I for one am really enjoying this ‘family time’,” he laughed with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Well, of course, YOU are having fun! You get to fulfill every man’s fantasy of 2 women at the same time! I don’t particularly care to lick my own daughter’s ass!” Mom snidely remarked.

“Well, then it seems that you’re in an argument with your own pussy. It seems to like this VERY much! Just for that smart-ass comment, I’m going to spank your naughty ass! You know better than to talk to me like that. I’ve been giving you too much leeway lately and I’m putting a stop to it now! Besides, I seem to recall telling you to use that tongue for rimming, not talking back to me!” Uncle Grant put her in her place.

Mom shut up at that point and started licking my forbidden passage again. As much as I hated to admit the fact to myself, I knew that her mouth on my butt felt incredibly good. If I had my hands loose, I would bring myself off to a good orgasm.

“Oh, shit, yes! Suck my ass, Mom! You’re amazing!” I surprised all of us, especially myself, by suddenly shouting.

By now, my uncle’s cock was very stiff from all of the action since he came down my throat. He pulled the “special” butt-plug from my mother’s ass and rammed his dick into it to the hilt. She gasped when he sodomized her and stopped tossing my salad for a few seconds as she adjusted to this new onslaught of stimulation.

After a few minutes, Mom exclaimed, “fuck my ass hard, Grant! Oh, God, it feels so good!”

Uncle Grant was happy to give her what she wanted. He slammed his cock into her ass furiously, while spanking it at the same time. This reminded her that he had promised her a spanking a short time ago. Clearly, he had not forgotten her punishment.

“Mom, please take care of my pussy too! Can I cum now, Uncle Grant? Please? I’ve been punished for a while. I can’t take much more. Just let Mom get me off! I’ll do anything you say!” I begged him.

“So, you’ll do ANYTHING I say?” he taunted me.

“Yes, anything, PLEASE!” I pleaded desperately.

“Okay, I’ll let you cum, IF you agree to suck my cum from your mother’s ass, as soon as I’m finished with it,” he insisted.

“Yes, Sir! Thank you SO much! Hurry up, Mom! I NEED to cum! Suck my clit and finger my butt!” I shouted.

Mom began sucking on me and inserted three fingers into my asshole. My uncle told her to add another one. I nearly gushed from that alone. I had the longest climax that I had ever experienced in my life. It went on for several minutes!

Uncle Grant instructed Mom, “Megan, make sure that you drink all of Gracy’s juices from her cunt. I want it nice and clean. After all, she’s gonna do the same for you after I cum up your ass. That’s NOT going to be much longer. Your butt is nice and hot.”

A minute later, he came, filling Mom’s bowels with his hot seed. He kept fucking her until he softened. Then he pulled out of her and told her to stay put. He walked over to the headboard and removed my binds so I could rim her, which I did once the blood completely returned to my extremities.

Mom scooted up on the bed to make it easier for me to lick Uncle Grant’s spunk from her back door. He watched us and stroked himself while I ate her ass. After it was entirely clean, he ordered me to suck her pussy, but not to let her cum until he gave permission.

He then commanded Mom to turn over so I could stick my hand up her ass, which I gladly did, returning the mixture of pain and pleasure that she gave me a while before. After about twenty agonizing minutes of this, he finally let me make her cum. I then drank up the juices that Mom gushed into my mouth when she squirted. Once again, I was returning the favor. We both collapsed on the bed.

My uncle now came on both of us after jerking off for so long. He was proud of himself, knowing that he had awakened something in his girls that neither of us wanted to admit even existed. We were more than just bi-curious; we were clearly bisexual.

“Alright, ladies, the butt-plugs go back in you for the rest of the night. I warned you that I would do this earlier. I’ll remove them again in the morning. Now, let’s get some shuteye,” he told us.

This is the end of this part of our story. It will continue, in another story, with my new relationship with Tray and we will tell where that leads us. It will include our new arrangement with Tray’s brother Drake and his fiancée Amber. Uncle Grant and Mom’s tale will also continue in a separate story. That will involve their other sister, Aunt Peggy. You will still see each of us in all of the stories from time to time, but each story will have its primary characters, whose lives diverge from the original path. No one knew where our lives would take us, as is always the case in life.