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 Joanne's Lovers - by J.Arthur -

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   Joanne loves sex.  If it's not with her brother Brian her lifelong love,
then it's with her terminally ill father.  Then there is David the father
of her children.  Not to forget Uncle John, Mum's brother and lover, the
father of her brother.  (fmM+F, inc, rom, con, mf1st, preg)

   ***

   I'm Joanne.  I'm a little apprehensive as Brian slowly lowers his body
onto mine.  This time it's for real, as I opened my legs wider to let Brian
settle his thighs between mine comfortably.  Feeling Brian's weight settle,
I wrap my arms around his bare back squeezing him tight as I felt his full
nude weight settle himself as he lowers his head kissing my neck.

   We had discovered I liked that, especially when Brian breathes in my
ear. Not too much, just a steady warm breath as I felt Brian slowly ease
his mouth towards my earlobe as I bent my head away wanting to stay lucid
for this part.

   Never having being so bold, having always had our clothes on before,
well mostly.  I must admit, lately I seemed keen to pull the crutch of my
panties aside to let Brian explore my privates with his fingers.

   Last week Brian had been exploring between my legs as I held my pantie
crutch aside, letting him push a finger up into my body for the first time.
It was almost a year before, when I found if I rubbed myself between my
legs I would get excited as well as slippery.  Shortly after having my
first climax which blew my mind at the life changing experience.

   I explained to Brian recently as we had been experimenting together when
home alone, what to do and where to rub, I found to my surprise I was
getting slipperier excited than when I did it for myself.

   So today was so exciting.  Our parents were away all day, till late
tonight.  You see, Brian and I are brother and sister.  I am older by
almost a year.  We are inseparable Brian and I.  Mum would remark we should
have been born twins as we were always together, right from when Brian was
a baby.

   Smiling as the image flashed into my mind of Mum asking me if I wanted
to go on the pill when my periods started.  I had naively shaken my head
then not long after when mum and I had been discussing an aspect of sex mum
happen to mentioned that all seminal fluids that dribbled from a man's
penis had sperm in it to one degree or another.

   When prompted on this point Mum explained many a female had been
surprised by an unexpected pregnancy.  While not having let their male
partner climax inside them without wearing a condom having got themselves
'slippery' first, with an unshielded dribbling penis, to have a little
surprise package nine months later.

   That made my eyes widen at the possibility, then I asked Mum if I could
go on the pill after all.  Mum laughed at my sudden change of mind. 
Turning serious asking me if I was fooling around with anyone.  I of course
blushed knowing I and Brian had experimented a little but not much, shaking
my head no.  Well we hadn't actually done it had we?

   I think Mum knew what we had been up too, giving me a hard look then
some motherly advice, about being careful to only play around with someone
who hasn't been with anyone else or I could contract a terrible social
disease.

   When I think back now I realise she knew Brian and I were up to
something.  The subject was not pursued to my relief.  A week later I was
on the contraceptive pill at fourteen.  Now-days every fourteen year old is
on the pill, well the ones with smart mothers.

   I was becoming familiar with Brian's weight, having had him laying on me
a number of times previously as he settled on me now.  before we had our
clothes on mostly.  The last time I was holding my pantie crutch aside
while Brian had his fly open with his erection sticking out, as we
inspected and played with each other.

   How I was fascinated with that thing of his.  It so intrigued me the way
I could feel his heart beating with my fingers around it, the way it could
get so stiff and hard from a little weenie worm, well more like a slug,
hanging off the end of his belly with his ball sack below.

   Now it was five and a half inches long.  'Yes I know...  I should use
metric, but it sounds better than one hundred and forty millimetres or
fourteen centre meters.  It just doesn't have the same feel.' What really
interested me about Brian's penis was how thick it was.  I know he is only
thirteen, but wow.

   Shore, I had looked at big dicks on the Internet from time to time when
a school friend would email me sights to look at.  I asked Mum about them
as she laughed explaining there were very few large men like that.  Most
men were about average size and really it was not the size that mattered,
she explained.  It was how they used them that was really important as she
smiled at me to emphasis the point.

   In retrospect it took me many years to really understand what she meant
by that.  Over the years after that conversation I have had a handful of
lovers.  Some lasted a few days others weeks or a month or two.  All but
one who lasted over two years, really didn't know how to 'use it' as Mum
had indicated.  Only one of them was the complete package I thought.  He is
the father of my two children.  That's not counting Brian of course, we're
joined at the hip he and I as Mum says.  I smile at the thought of him. 
Yes he does know how to use it all right.

   Unfortunately I didn't love David enough to hold onto him.  He fell for
someone else as we parted amicably.  We're still friends as we celebrate
the children's birthdays and half Christmas days together.

   Now getting back to my deflowering.  I smile when I think back now. 
What a turning point in my life.

   Brian was lowering his naked, skinny nearly fourteen year old body down
onto mine as I opened my nearly a year older legs wider for him to settle,
feeling comfortable with him on me.  We were on the lounge room floor
behind the sofa.  That was where we used to play together as Brian and I
built our cubby in there, with the sofa pulled out from the wall.  The back
of it covered with blankets which mum would not disturb for weeks at a time
when we were younger.  Sometimes we were allowed to sleep in there,
together, but only on weekends.

   We had sleeping bags each.  Not little ones but the adult size our
parents had brought to go camping with once or twice a year in the summer.
We would roll them out on the carpet, side by side in the small space
behind the sofa.  We would use Mum's steel frame clothes hanger dryer as a
frame for the blanket cubby with towels over the ends as doors held in
place with clothes pegs.

   We used to spend hours in there playing our games of house.  As we got
older it was doctors and nurses with Brian my guinea pig.  Well he was the
one with the syringe so I was always the one to be injected.

   I remember I would spend time examining his penis and scrotal sack, as
he would examine between my legs.  It took me a little time to find the
secrets to getting him excited.  You must remember it would only be once
now and again back then when we would get the chance to play to this level.
But when we did lately, I would waste no time getting his pants down to his
knees, rubbing his penis into a stiffy.  Well that was later.  It
fascinated me how hard it would get by rubbing it with my hand.

   It was about a year playing our little experimental games before I had
Brian's undivided and enthusiastic attention.  I had overheard by chance a
joke told by a drunken man at a Christmas party we attended.  He was
telling a dirty joke about a woman sucking a man's penis they called Snow
White.  We didn't have the Internet back then so I asked a school friend of
mine if she would ask her older sister what it was about.

   The information that come back shocked me.  Men and women actually did
that to each other, yuck.  Pee came out of both those and smelled.  I was
not keen on that idea at first I tell you.  But I was to learn a lot about
personal hygiene shortly when I was going on thirteen.  I don't know, but
as I got older, the more it seemed to happen between Brian and myself when
we got the chance to be alone.

   I remember distinctly it was one of those milestones of my life, next to
puberty, getting my periods and then when I first had a penis in my mouth.

   Of course it was Brian's, I remember so distinctly.  We were in the
'cubby', behind the sofa.  Brian was laying on his back.  I had his shorts
around his knees handling him a little as he was a keen participant now. 
He would get hard lately even before I touched him, which was a little
disappointing in a way as I liked feeling him getting hard in my hand.

   I remember I looked back at him as I was on my knees beside his belly
bending over him inspecting his rising erection, when I took hold of him
with my left hand pulling it up where I could get at the head then dipped
my head opening my mouth.  I thought I could smell urine but as I closed my
mouth to my surprise it didn't seem as yucky as I thought it would.  It
tasted neutral.  Well a little Brainy.

   I had no idea what I was doing.  I lifted off still holding him, looking
back at Brian again.  His eyes were wide as saucers as his head was raised
looking at what I was doing at his crutch.  I don't think he could believe
it either.

   Even then I found Brian a mouth full.  It wasn't that long really but it
was thick and stiff as a board.  I can only smile as I remember it so
clearly.  Brian gasped with pleasure (well he still does today, more like a
long loud groan) as I engulfed his head in my mouth sucking as hard as I
could.

   Was I in for a surprise.  I was starting to get the hang of it as Brian
was thrusting his hips up at me when I heard him say something in a hurry,
I didn't understand.  Next thing his stiffy began pulsing, then I felt him
pee in my mouth.  Oh yuck.

   You wouldn't read about it, Mum chose that very moment to call us for
lunch as she came into the lounge room to make sure we heard her.  In a
panic I swallowed so I could reply.  I couldn't believe what I had done as
I remember wiping my mouth on a towel as I called out in reply.

   I remember the thought flashing through my mind that it didn't taste
that bad as I felt the mouthful he had given me slide down my gullet.

   I was confused as I could see clear stuff dribbling out the end of his
penis in the subdued light of the 'cubby'.  It didn't look like urine.  I
think I convinced myself it wasn't.  We looked at each other then I grabbed
a towel to clean him up as we scrambled to straighten our clothes as Mum
was calling again that lunch was ready.

   I remember mum saying at lunch that we were awful quiet in there, what
were we doing?  I remember blushing as I tried to think of a plausible
explanation that would satisfy her.  I remember mumbling something about
trying to be quietest the longest.  I remembering looking across at Brian,
he was only showing an interest in his sandwich.  Typical Brian, once he
climaxes his cock looses interest.  Which is connected to his brain.  I do
love him you understand.  Besides, Mum always told us we shouldn't talk
with our mouth full.  But I dare not use that answer as I smiled inwardly.

   I think when I was older Mum had an idea what we were up to but said
nothing.  I realised much later she had a soft spot for uncle John.  He was
her brother.  Was it the same soft spot I had for Brian?  I would ask her
when we were much older.  She would give me that funny look she would do
sometimes saying nothing.

   I remember asking her at one time if Uncle John was circumcised.  Mum
blushed profusely when she said "Yes" without even thinking.  I didn't know
what it meant but I had a dam good idea.

   I snapped out of my daydreaming as I felt Brian blowing gently in my
ear. I was as ready as I would ever be as I slid my hand down between us
feeling his big hard knob resting against my vulva as my fingers slipped
around it.  I eased him down further as he breathed into my ear again as I
rubbed his knob up and down my labia lips to get us really slippery.

   Brian was just leaking precum like mad, he was so excited.  I got to
have a long talk with my girlfriends older sister...  I had a whole lot of
information to work with now.  I lined Brian up as I felt him in the
familiar position against my soft spot, remember...  I'm sorry, I couldn't
help that.

   I know I should use the proper names of things because there is a name
men use for a woman down there which I absolutely hate.  I think it's vile,
degrading and down right rude.  Brian used it once, I wouldn't let him
touch me for a long, long time.  He never used it in my prescience again.

   This time it was different.  We weren't playing around.  Well I wasn't.
I had explained to Brian before what we were about to do, how he was to do
it, as I felt his head pushing in between my slippery labia lips slowly,
spreading them wide to stretching.

   I remembering gasping loudly.  "Dam Brian, that feels fantastic." Well I
soon changed my tune as I felt him push up against my hymen as he was
stretching me tighter.  "Brian, take it easy." I warned.

   I remember stiffening with the sharp pain as he was still pushing as I
was trying to draw back from him.  "BRIANNNN." I screamed As a white hot
pain lanced through my lower body as something suddenly let go inside as I
clung to him as I felt him stretching the shit out of me with that bloody
great fat, rock hard, erection of his.

   I didn't know whether to scream or laugh with relief as busting my
cherry, sorry maiden was not as bad as I thought it could have been.

   I didn't realise it but my whole life had just changed.  Brian was
pushing into me slowly, it was stinging something fierce.  Instead of
trying to get him out I surprised myself as I clamped him fiercely as he
slowly pushed in further stretching the shit out of me.  Oh Fuck.

   To this day I don't know why but I remember vividly as I slid my hand
down between us again, I began frigging my clitoris like mad.  My body
arched strongly as I clamped Brian fiercely with my legs and arm as I felt
him push deeper as I felt my vagina stretched to maximum around his
intruding appendage.  I can laugh now with hindsight as that is all I do
when he pushes his bloody great dong, sorry erection into me.

   I climaxed rigidly hard as I felt Brian bottom inside.  He grunted then
he pulled back as I screamed.  "Noooo!" But I needn't have worried as Brian
pushed back into me hard, as my climax went to a higher level as I realised
he was climaxing inside me as I clamped him tighter as we were kissing
madly like we had never kissed before.

   I ask Brian later how he felt at that moment.  I have drawn the
conclusion we brought each other off to the wildest climax we were ever to
have.  Boy was I exhausted.  I know Brian was as he was shrinking inside me
to my bitter but relieved disappointment.

   "Yaaaawww." That was me when Brian slipped out.  We lay in each others
arms still locked in a passionate kiss.  My girlfriend's sister had
described French kissing with dueling tongues.  She had also described the
Australian kiss...  What, you never heard of it, well it's the same as
French kissing but 'Down Under'.  I'll get to that shortly.

   I realised I was finally a woman.  A very sore, finally a woman.  We
pulled apart.  I know I had red rimmed eyes from my tears.  That just
reinforced my conviction to Brian as he gently stroked my cheek with loving
fingers as he apologised for hurting me.  He knew it would hurt me, as I
told him when we discussed it.  Now he was loving me like he had never
shown before, now we had actually done it.  Like he does with his love
today.  I tell you I'm the luckiest dam woman alive.

   We hugged for so long in each other's arms, then we went to clean up as
we were getting crusty.

   It was a couple of hours later, we were getting frisky again.  I smiled
at the memory.  I was sore I know.  I lubed myself and Brian up with
Vaseline then as he lay there nude on the towels, I gently lowered myself
onto his erection as I hung onto the back of the sofa one handed lowering
myself like a rodeo rider.

   I frigged myself hard with my other as I lowered further, feeling his
thick head stretching the shit out of me again as my muscles involuntary
clamped him tightly.  Boy was I sore, I certainly remember that all right.

   I kept frigging my clitoris till I was excited enough to lower myself
further till he was fully inside.  He seemed to slide in forever.  I
remember it stinging like hell as I lifted drawing him almost out then back
down on him slowly.

   Brian was groaning like nothing as I began bouncing up and down on him
climaxing as I shuddered with relief as I felt Brian spurting deep inside.
Dam how I love to feel Brian spurting inside me.  Then I lifted off as I
was too sore to leave him in, to my bitter disappointment.

   I was sore for almost two weeks after that.  A couple of times we found
ourselves alone for a time where I got Brian to give me a climax with his
fingers without going inside.

   Brian loves me sucking him...  I love sucking him.  Right from the very
first time.  Yes I know I thought he peed in my mouth, then I had to
swallow.  I smile at that, how naive I...  we were then.  Even so it gave
me a thrill I was never to forget, him spurting into my mouth.  I think I
love it as much as him spurting into my womb.  I'll explain that a little
later too.

   It was nearly two weeks on, for some reason mum was out when Brian and I
arrived home from school.  There was a note.  She was meeting dad where he
worked then they were going to have dinner in town.  We were to look after
ourselves from the fridge.

   We thought nothing of it at the time as we were more interested in
testing the waters again so to speak, with what we seen as our good
fortune. I went into Brian's room from mine stark naked with nothing but a
towel in my hand.  I felt like a brazen wench as goose bumps ran up my back
tingling my pussy.  Sorry, vagina.

   He needed no further encouragement as I sat on the side of his bed, legs
splayed wide, waiting as his shorts came down, adding to the pile of
clothes on the floor.  He pushed his erection into my mouth as I bent over
sucked him, with him groaning with pleasure.

   Fortunately these days, Brian takes much longer to cum, thank you.  But
back then he was so sensitive, in a couple of minutes he was spurting,
filling my mouth.  Well It felt like it, I didn't mind as I was as
sensitive.  Brian could get hard again immediately.  Not these days mind
you.

   I often think back to those early days.  How exciting it was to learn
about each others bodies.  I remember the first time Brian sucked me to a
climax.  That's the Australian kiss remember?  I smiled remembering
threatening Brian, if he didn't suck me I wouldn't suck him.  Fair's fair,
I explained.  When we got used to it we could suck each other having our
climaxes together that way.

   I smile as I remember Brian screwing up his nose the first time as he
lowered his head between my wide open legs as I lay back sideways on the
side of the bed propped up up on my elbows.  When his tongue licked up over
my clitoris, I almost hit the roof.  I remember wrapping my legs up around
his head locking his head in against my crutch pleading for him to lick
harder.

   I don't remember how many times I climaxed.  I remember promising him I
would suck him off forever if he kept doing it to me.  Well we laughed
after I was too exhausted to climax any more.  That was my introduction to
the Australian kiss.  We practice it diligently from then on.  Often having
sex that way when we had to be 'quick'.

   It wasn't long before we were doing sixty nines.  We were awkward and
dysfunctional to start with.  You must remember we were not alone very
often for the next few months.  We were too old to play cubby behind the
sofa now.  I know Brian and I went behind the sofa when I let him take my
cherry.  We took a blanket and towels.  But that was our security place
where the rest of the world could not see or touch us.

   Then something happened that changed our lives forever.  Mum and dad
came home from the city one night.  We hadn't noticed but Mum was meeting
Dad often in the city these days.  They sat us down round the kitchen table
telling us Dad had developed a tumour in his brain.  He was scheduled for
an operation next week.

   That definitely gave us something to focus on besides ourselves in the
next year or so.  Any sort of interaction between us was put into the back
burner as we adjusted to the new situation.  I have probably given the
impression Brian and I were at it all the time.  Not so.  It was only going
on when we knew we were safe on our own which would happen only now and
again probable once a month or so.

   For example, we tried to do it in my bed one night when everyone was in
bed but the problem is you see, I'm a screamer.  With the thin walls of our
house we had Mum calling out switching on lights as Brian fled back to his
bedroom as I made an excuse about a nightmare when mum poked her head in my
door to check.

   I started to notice Mum was devastated at the news about dad.  I tried
to help when home.  Mum was devoted to dad.  He was a good bit older than
her.  He was late to marry.  I think he wasn't interested in women for a
long time while he did his degree, till he met mum at a party thrown by
mutual friends.

   They were married in a few months when I was on the way.  Mum has told
us the story many times making Dad blush, not caring who knows.  She loved
him unconditionally and he her.  I thought that was so beautiful.

   Almost immediately things began to change.  They began planning
extensions to the house.  Our house was a small three bedroom fibro house.
The rooms were small with a single bathroom/toilet at the end of the
hallway.  Brian's room was on the other side of mine, all on one side.  The
kitchen and lounge room were on the other side.

   Mum and dad were making plans for an extension out the back which would
add almost half the size to the house.  It was going to be an extension of
the house to fit in with the present zoning laws.  The old bathroom toilet
would be moved onto the bedroom side encroaching into the new kitchen.

   They would have a double bed bedroom with its own en-suite.  The kitchen
was extended in the back where it would catch the sun first thing.

   I could not fathom why this sudden change to our living arrangements.  I
think deep down I realised Daddy might not be going to get better.  The
thought also occurred to me.  Brian and I would be in the front of the
house alone.  I didn't want to think that through.

   The thought also occurred to me that if Daddy had to give up work he
would need looking after.  That meant Mum would have to go to work.  I
realised I could look after Daddy if need be.  I didn't want to think about
it any more as well.  I loved daddy dearly.

   Daddy had his operation the next week.  At first it seemed as if it was
successful with our hopes rising.  Then twelve months on a scan showed more
tumours.  This was to be ongoing for the next two years till there was a
tumour deep in his brain that could not be operated on.

   By then I was barely through high school.  Brian and I were permanent
lovers.  How I loved my brother.  We would spend every waking moment
together.  When he played football I would be there supporting him.  I
sought nothing for myself.

   That's when I went out with my first 'boyfriend'.  He was a footballer
from Brian's team.  When we were alone in the back seat of his father's
car, shoving his tiny dick into me I couldn't help but laugh 'to myself of
course', when he spurted prematurely.  Well that was the end of that.

   There were other's.  Brian knew what I was doing, making it look like I
was interested in boys.  The truth be known now I had a taste for the
excitement, I would stray a little.  I would never, ever, hurt Brian.  I
would go out on a date if I liked a boy to keep up appearances.

   There was one boy I liked, going out with him for a month almost.  I
would suck him dry.  He turned out to be not my type...  He wouldn't return
the complement.

   There weren't many, just a handful.  There was one I really liked a lot
but he had a girlfriend.  I told him at the party where we met as I was a
little drunk, if he ever broke up with his girlfriend to call me.  That was
David, yes he did.  It took some time, almost a year but it did happen,
settling into a relationship with him, which was to last two and a half
years producing two children.

   Daddy was not working now, supervising the finish of the extensions to
the house from his sick bed.  The place was in chaos for months.  There
were builders running around tripping over us as they pulled the kitchen
wall out for a sun room/kitchen.  Mum had found a job, working during the
day.  Dad was an outpatient, having chemo.  His prognosis from his doctor
unfortunately was poor.

   It was just so sad.  I spent as much time with him as I could.  I feared
we were going to loose him sooner than later.  I think we all changed in
the next year.

   I was insistent that I would look after daddy when he couldn't look
after himself.  Mum finally agreed, I would leave school at the end of the
year working on the assumption I could do night school when things settled
down.

   As I said, Brian and I were lifelong lovers.  We had vowed even if we
found partners down the track to look like 'normal' people, we would still
be lovers when we could.  I think neither of us thought of it as cheating
on our partners but continuing our sibling relationship, not wanting it to
deteriorate in any way shape or form.

   I felt so sorry for mum.  She was putting on a brave face with us.  Her
job was demanding, having got herself back into a real estate office where
she used to work before she married dad.  They worked Saturdays as well as
weekdays with Sundays Mondays off for Mum.  She did bring in good
commissions when she started showing properties.

   The extension to the house was finished before summer.  Being a relief
to have the house to ourselves again.  Things began to settle.  When Brian
and I weren't spending time with Dad we were together.  We had moved them
into their new bedroom after the carpet went down.  This end of the house
was a lot warmer as it faced south.

   Having the shower and toilet close handy to the bed was easier on dad.
Plus it was sunnier and brighter.

   As arranged I left school that summer.  I didn't have too many friends I
would miss.  I took on the role of housekeeper cook plus Dad's nurse.  I
wasn't the best of cooks but I was learning with mum's help and guidance.

   Dad was very weak from the chemo.  He would sleep a lot.  To see a
virile man that was so active, reduced to almost helplessness as his hair
fell out.  I would sometimes lay beside him on mum's side during the day
cuddling him while he slept.

   It became a routine with us as we were on our own during the day.  After
lunch I would lay with him going to sleep.  It started innocently enough. I
would back into him as he cuddled into my back.  There was only a sheet
between us as I lay on the top of the bed.  One day I found it easier to
have his hands on my breasts to hold me as I put them holding them there.
Dad being Dad protested as I held his hands there permanently.  After a
while he relax, then a little later I felt them squeeze me.  That felt good
as I smiled.

   I don't know what it is with me.  I can't help myself, as I squeezed his
hands back.  When it was time to get up, I Lent back over Daddy kissing his
sleeping form then went to change my sopping panties.

   The next day I deliberately left his shower and shave till later in the
morning after I had finished my kitchen chores still in my dressing gown.
We had a dishwasher now, plus a new washing machine.  Both were going as I
led Dad into the en-suite helping him disrobe after starting the shower.

   This was the first time I had seen Daddy really fully nude, as I made a
point of removing his pajama bottoms as he was occupied removing his top. I
think I took him by surprise as I had his bottoms down to his ankles as I
got him to step out of them.

   Was Daddy surprised when I slid into the shower cubicle while he was
under the shower wetting down.  He was even more surprised when he realised
I was naked as the day I was born.  Daddy didn't disappoint.  He sprouted a
hard on feeling my firm naked breasts and tummy pressing against his back
and bum as I hugged him under the shower holding him tightly.

   I had seen glimpses of daddy naked on rare occasion in the bathroom, but
never in an excited state.  Daddy was long thin and circumcised.  That
puzzled me as Daddy was not short and fat like Brian as I was expecting.  I
went about washing Daddy diligently.

   I remember spending longer washing Daddy's erection with my soapy hands
lovingly stroking him till Daddy groaned loudly as I bent down just
catching his first spurt, sorry ejaculation with my mouth as I engulfed his
head sealing it with my lips as he spurted the remainder into the back of
my throat as he pulsed strongly with his erection pushing on my tongue.

   Daddy gave a bucket load of his white stuff.  Sorry, sperm.  Twice as
much as Brian.  I was blown away.  After, with Daddy on his back on the
bed, I straddled his hips, riding him cowgirl style as he squeezed my
breasts hard with his hands as I slowly sunk down on my Daddy's erection.
Dam I came and came as I shuddered through one of the best climaxes as I
lifted and dropped on him.  feeling his long rod penetrating deep into me,
deeper than anyone had before.  I believe he pushed into my cervix.  I was
feeling pain as he spurted deep inside me.

   I collapsed onto Daddy kissing him passionately as we quietened.  Daddy
slept through the rest of the day, I smiled as we were now as close as we
could possibly be.

   That set our routine.  If Daddy was feeling OK we would lay together of
an afternoon.  If he was frisky, I would do the work as Daddy would lay
there as I brought us both off.  Sorry, to a climax.  I loved feeling him
spurt inside me real deep.

   I think sometimes he would refrain just holding me so he could service
Mummy of a night.  Yes I was being greedy, and selfish.  Daddy was slowly
deteriorating though and my way of dealing with it.

   Then like a miracle David came into my life.  I must have made an
impression on him at the party as he came looking for me through our mutual
friends.  It was an evening after supper.  There was a knock at the front
door.  I was washing up in the kitchen.  Mum was in the lounge relaxing,
answering the door.

   Next I knew, Mum was in the kitchen telling me there was a handsome man
at the door asking for me.  He had declined to come in.  Mum raised and
lowered her eyebrows a couple of times which indicated she was impressed.

   I had given up dreaming of David.  He was something that hadn't
happened. As soon as I had a glimpse of him in the doorway through the
screen door my heart started pounding.  I was almost breathless before I
opened the door stepping onto the porch to greet him.

   I looked around to see he was alone.  Not having Jenny his girlfriend
with him as I could see no one sitting in his car outside.  I think David
was worried I might have a boyfriend as he didn't want to intrude.

   We beat around the bush a little before we sat on the front porch to
talk.  I was blown away with the fact David had remembered me then looked
for me after so long.  It turned out he had broken up with Jenny the day
before.

   That impressed me even more as I confessed I had no dates since Daddy
fell really sick as I explained the situation.  He was sorry to hear about
Dad then asked if he was the reason I had left school.  I explained Mum had
to go to work now so I was looking after Dad.  I didn't elaborate how much
of course.

   It was Mum who interrupted us coming out with a tray with soft drinks
and snacks for us.  I introduced David to her as she sat opposite chatting
for a while then left us.  I think I gave her the evil eye more than once
to go find her own.  I mean it was OK for me to pinch hers but to keep her
hands off mine.  I smiled.

   Within two weeks David was the biggest thing in my life.  We were crazy
about each other.  I still fitted Brian and Daddy in by burning the candle
at both ends.  David was the one.  We couldn't keep our hands off each
other.  I would be sore for days on end as we went at it hard.  I didn't
care.

   David wanted me to move in with him and get a flat.  We compromised. 
David and I would move into Mum and Dad's old bedroom in the front.  He
would pay rent.  My share was to cook the meals and do the housework.

   That worked for almost a year.  I wanted a baby as Daddy was slowly
deteriorating.  I wanted him to see his grandchild before he left us.  I
went off the pill.  Brian and daddy would have to wear condoms.

   I fell pregnant with David's child.  Both sets of grandparents were so
excited.  David and I were happy.

   Sex with Daddy was getting less frequent as his condition deteriorated.
I would suck him mostly as not to cause him too much physical stress.

   Brian and I found little time together.  Whenever we were alone in the
house we would slip into my bedroom at the other end of the house lay on
the bed sideways while I deep throated him.  I must confess I was getting
quite good at it with all the practice I was getting lately.

   I was curbing my sexual activity with my lower body as my belly swelled,
instead using my mouth.  Sometimes though I would get Brian to push into me
holding still while I masturbated myself off on him.

   Little Bernard junior was born almost to the day the doctor predicted.
We all were so pleased.  David and I were over the moon with our son.  I,
thank God I had an easy time.  He was such a little darling, he slept most
of the time.

   Breast feeding in our house was a confusing time.  I would have Burnie
feeding on one breast.  Either David or Brian if no one was around on the
other getting their share.  Of an afternoon I would lay beside Dad with him
on one of my breasts as well.

   I deliberately didn't take the pill.  I must admit I didn't tell David
and fell pregnant almost immediately.  We were all so happy there for a few
months.

   Then we lost Dad.  That was devastating.  For a few months after, none
of us were functioning properly.  David and I were not as happy as we
should have been.  I think it was a month before Little Sharon was born
David found someone else.  We had agreed to separate amicably.  We are
still friends sharing the children of course.

   I partly blame myself.  I was so cut up about Dad I was becoming
unreasonable, pushing David away.  I was so protective of my family.  Mum
was a mess needing constant attention from us.  Brian was spending as much
time with her as he could.

   Brian was going to go to university if he could pass the exams.  He had
promised Dad he would make it.  We were so proud of him.  He was going to
be an engineer, following in his dad's footsteps.

   Little Sharon was born on schedule without a lot of fuss.  David was
there with Mum and Brian while I gave birth.  I had my normal hospital stay
as I was something of a celebrity breast feeding two babies.  Well they
didn't know about Brian.

   We all missed Dad terribly.  I was a little surprised that Uncle John
stayed on after the funeral.  He was Mums younger brother having separated
from his wife a couple of years earlier.  As we were tight on room he
purchased a caravan which was placed out in the back yard for his
accommodation.

   Mum seem to pick up when John arrived.  I think we all picked up with an
extra person in the house.  I had always liked Uncle John.  He was fun to
be around with a sense of humour that would have us in stitches when least
expected.

   Uncle John had to look for work, he was a builders carpenter.  I was a
little surprised as it was looking like he planned on staying for a while.
We didn't mind as he more than pulled his weight around the house.  He took
over the garage producing a handmade cot for little Bernie, placed in my
old room when it was time to be on his own.

   After some time when little Sharon settled down.  Brian and I were up to
our old tricks.  Brian would slip into my room when everyone was in bed
asleep.  Brian would gag me with a rolled up face washer stuffed in my
mouth if we were having straight sex.  As I said I'm a screamer and when I
go off, I go off.

   The household slowly settled down.  A year on Uncle John was still with
us.  He and mum seemed...  well I don't know, comfortable with each other.
Uncle John would take her out on occasions which seemed to make her happy.

   David was not coming around as much now to see the kids as his partner
was pregnant.  I still wonder if I tried harder whether I could have hung
onto him.  Well no good crying over spilt milk.  I had Brian, he was
keeping my sexual needs satisfied.  Well mostly, we were still hampered by
our situation with so many people about.

   Uncle John was out of work at the moment.  The contractor he worked for
had not got a lot on as we were in the middle of the housing slump.  He was
home most days for the last week and looked like the next as well.

   I was sitting at the end of the table in the sun feeding Sharon.  I had
my dressing gown open at the top with Sharon suckling as John was finishing
the paper and his coffee on the other side.

   I didn't notice but Sharon was having a little break off the teat when
John got up passing behind me.  I thought he was going out to his van or
shed.  The next thing I knew I felt a hand surround my breast pushing it up
as I realised John was beside me as I looked down to see what he was doing
to see my nipple pointing straight at my face then a white stream splashed
me.

   I heard him laugh as I couldn't move as I was nursing Sharon.  With milk
over my face I realised he still had hold of my breast as he Lent down
kissing the milk up as I felt his lips on mine.  Dam I was suddenly so
horny.

   I didn't protest as his lips found mine.  Dam he was a hell of a good
kisser as I felt myself melting.  If I hadn't had the baby in my arms I
would have grabbed him.

   John slowly lifted off as he guided my teat back into Sharon's mouth
then kissed me gently again.  I could not move, I didn't want to move as he
laid it on for about five minutes.  I was breathless when he finally lifted
off.  We didn't say anything, not a word.  as he turned and walked out into
the shed.  I felt a certain satisfaction as I saw him straighten his pants
front half way across the yard.

   Well you could have bowled me over with a feather.  My heart was still
racing five minutes after.  I shook my head going back over what happened.
Finally I realised Sharon was finished as I put her on my shoulder to burp.

   I was now so disorganised.  I put the baby down then took a shower
wishing Uncle John would come in.  I took my time then finally dressed
doing my chores.  Not quite in the order I usually did them.

   Lunch time I called John from the back door.  I watched as he came
striding towards me as I stood rooted to the spot.  As he passed me in the
doorway I felt his arm brush my breasts as he headed for the table.

   I was blushing as I placed the sandwiches between us.  As I sat down
John reached over gently placing his hand on mine as I reached for a
sandwich holding it asking.  "All right darling?" I looked down at the
table blushing, then back up at him smiling.  I felt him squeeze my hand.

   Well from then on when we were alone I would get a smack on the bum with
a squeeze.  If I was facing him a gentle squeeze of a breast or he would
run his fingers gently down my cheek.  Oh dam I couldn't help myself.

   It was the next afternoon.  I had put the kids down for their afternoon
nap.  John had been out to see if there was any work.  He returned in a
foul mood as there was nothing.  There was the promise of something next
week but nothing concrete.  He sat in the kitchen chair at the table
dejected.  I put my arms around him cuddling him from behind with my cheek
against his.

   We were like that for some time then I felt his fingers stroking my
other cheek gently.  I lifted off his cheek turning my head as he turned
his up to mine as we kissed gently.

   I was not thinking straight as I felt him rise turning to face me as we
wrapped our arms around each other.  We were kissing fiercely as I felt my
body lifting into his arms as I held him round the neck tightly.

   I realised he was taking me into mum's bedroom as the door shut behind
us.  I felt myself being thrown onto the bed as I felt my shirt being
undone.  It was mad and confusing as we stripped each other then ourselves.
The blinds were drawn as it was subdued light.

   I was listening out for the kids as my panties came off as I lifted my
legs high.  I didn't realise John was naked already as he lifted my legs
over his shoulders as I felt his head in between my legs at my crutch as my
body went stiff as his tongue licked over my clitoris.

   I howled as I climaxed locking up, arching up off the bed.  I sensed
John crawling up over me as I opened wide as he kissed me so perfectly.  I
was thrusting up in anticipation as I felt him push at me as he had grabbed
his erection as I felt him rubbing up and down my vulva.

   My eyes opened wide as I felt him at my entrance pushing firmly.  He
felt big as he grunted then pushed hard.  He pushed me up the bed then
pulled out then pushed in again.

   I groaned with pleasure.  Dam it was stretching me wide as he was
pushing inside.  Dam I thought I was in trouble till I realised he was half
way inside me with the third thrust.

   Man this was unbelievable as my body slid up the bed again as he grunted
into me again.  Fuck.  I locked up screaming my head off as he withdrew
then rammed into me deeper.  Dam I had never cum so hard, well once.  It
felt just like when Brian first pushed his erection into me but harder.

   We were so excited John didn't last long as he had his hands under my
shoulder blades, pumping in and out like a battering ram.  I climaxed and
climax, as I tried to squeeze the shit out of him.  John grunted then
rammed into me hard then held me tightly as I felt him pulsing inside me.

   I think we were both gasping for breath as we lay there holding each
other tightly.  Dam I never felt so full.  He didn't seem to be in as far
as Daddy would go though.  I smiled as I remember it would hurt some times
when he went into my cervix.

   Not today, John was not that long but boy he was filling me up.  Not
even Brian was that big since I had the babies.  I smiled my secret little
smile.  Sorry Mum.

   I stirred as I felt John moving.  I held him still as I felt him slide
back in fully.  "You want another one?" That was John.  "Dam yes." That was
me as I gasped as John pulled back almost out then back in deep.

   I groaned loudly as John began ramming in and out as I ground my
clitoris down on him.  Dam I was so sensitive I was arching my back forcing
down harder on him.  I climaxed after his sixth stroke.

   I left finger marks on his back as I came screaming my head off into his
as we kissed wildly with passion.  No one but Brian had made me come so
hard before.  I arched my back as I screamed into his mouth again as I
shuddered as he was pumping me like a dam battering ram.

   We collapsed onto the bed breathing heavily as we tried to quieten. 
'Hell' I thought, what had we started.

   I felt John shrinking inside me.  'Thank God'.  I don't think I could go
again.  As John rolled off me laying beside me cuddling me kissing me
gently.

   I automatically put my hand down grasping his slacking penis.  Dam he
was thick as I squeezed him.  "Dam Silvia that was the best." I went
ridged. My name was Joanne I seem to remember.  Mum was Silvia.

   Electric impulses shot through me as I was suddenly on my knees looking
down at him as Uncle John had not realised what he had said.  I was looking
down at his penis in amazement.  I could not believe what I was seeing.

   I shook my head to clear it as Uncle John was laying on his back now
looking up at me wide eyed realising what he had said.  I grabbed his slack
penis inspecting it.  I looked up into his eyes then back at his penis and
balls, sorry scrotum again.

   I was dumbfounded.  Uncle John and Brian were exactly the same, short
and fat but Uncle John was bigger.  Fuck...  MOTHERRR???



   Epilogue

   Now I know why Uncle John was really staying with us for so long after
the funeral.  That night there were a few home truths passed back and forth
across the kitchen table.  There were a few tears shed as well.  Yes Brian
was Uncle Johns, an accident which dad was never aware off.  So Brian was
my half brother, not that it mattered a dam.  I like them short and fat. 
Well I like them long and thin too, dam I like them all.

   Uncle John moved in with Mother that night.  Brian and I together, till
little Bernard Junior was old enough to notice.



   The country's economy had all gone to shit.  House prices had suddenly
halved.  Mum was put off as there was a devastating slump in sales for a
few months then put back on as there was thousands of cheap houses on the
market being sold to overseas investors.

   Uncle John's boss got a government contract to build cheap portable
housing for the dispossessed.  His boss brought a bankrupted warehouse on
an industrial estate not far from home having a job right through the
recession.  We survived.



   Uncle John purchased one of those granny flat type units he made, which
was put outside Mum's room in the back yard as council laws were changed,
with a short covered in walk way to the back door.  The unit was self
contained.  Uncle Brian and Great uncle John lived out there till the kids
left home.



   Of course Mum and I would visit of a night when the kids were asleep in
bed.  Mum has come around and we mixed and match as time went on.


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