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   Play Misty For Me Part 2 (Mg, M+g, incest)

   By Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

   Uncle learns that his brother is molesting his niece and also begins
molesting her thinking it's a secret.  Later he learns that his brother
knows about it and is worried when he's invited to play cards one night. 
One of the card games has interesting rules but our hero is looking forward
to playing it again.

   ~~~~

   I was a nervous wreck the rest of the day and I didn't know why.  So
what if my brother almost caught me molesting his daughter, he was doing it
too, of that I was sure.  I'm surprised that I didn't see the signs before,
but I was positive he was fucking her.  How else would she know so much
about sex?  I had just finished my first beer and was getting up to get
another when I saw him coming back down the hallway smiling.  I quickly
darted the other way to avoid him and stayed in the kitchen to help butter
the rolls.  I just couldn't face him right now.

   Becky was there this time.  Usually she doesn't attend family gatherings
even though she assures everyone she'll be there.  Her entire life she's
been asocial and at the tender age of 31, she's been in and out of rehab
more times than I can count.  She could never stay in a relationship very
long either and I often wondered if it had something to do with what we did
to her as children.  She was 15 the last time I fucked her and I figured 16
years was long enough for her to get over it.

   She brought her new girlfriend with her as well.  I think she did it
just to shock the family as most of us are homophobic and her blatant
display of affection for this skanky, tattooed slut was nauseating.  About
three years ago she decided she was a lesbian and we met a few of her
"girlfriends" in the past, but this was the first time she exhibited
herself like this.  Mom almost passed out when she saw them French kissing.
I figured she was probably back on meth as she was acting really strangely.

   During dinner I tried not to look at Misty, but couldn't help it.  It
was like witnessing a train wreck and trying not to look.  Each time my
eyes glanced her way, she was staring at me with a big grin.  Immediately I
looked to Ray to see if he noticed and most of the time he was looking at
me as well.  I stayed quiet throughout most of the dinner, which was
unusual for me.

   "Kyle is getting big," Ray said putting his arm around my shoulders as
we walked towards the living room.  I turned to where the boys were sitting
and nodded.  My two sons were playing video games with his three sons and
the youngest son of our oldest sister.  They were in their own little
worlds as they silently played.

   "He's almost a man now, isn't he?"

   "Yea, or at least he thinks so," I said with a nervous laugh.  Ever
since he almost caught me with her I'd been avoiding him.  Now it was time
to face the music.  "He'll be 14 in March."

   "14, huh?  Yes he's getting close to becoming a man," he said flopping
in the lazy boy and reaching for his bottle.  "When he's ready to become a
real man, let me know," he added with a wink before lighting a cigarette.

   "What does that mean?" I asked not sure we were talking about the same
thing.  He smiled and raised his beer as if toasting.

   "I think you know," he said downing the last of it before dropping the
empty bottle in the trash can with a loud clink.  I was sure I knew what he
meant but I couldn't believe he was suggesting such a thing.

   The rest of the men filed into the room and the TV was soon on the
sports channel with everyone cheering for one team or the other.  I was
distracted trying to make sense of was happening and didn't notice Misty
coming into the room to sit on her father's lap.  He kissed her neck,
sending her into a giggling fit while he held her to him.

   "I'm going to pee!" she squealed kicking her feet wildly.

   "Go ahead, we don't mind," he answered back tickling her sides as well.

   "Ray, let'er go," dad finally spoke after a while of watching her
squirm.

   She immediately jumped off his lap and rushed down the hallway towards
the bathroom.  A minute later Ray got up.  "I'd better check on her," he
said leaving the room.  I knew what that meant and reached for my beer.

   He was gone for a while, maybe 10 or so minutes and came back smiling.
He wasn't out of breath like before so she probably sucked him off.  Not
long after that I saw her standing at the end of the hall motioning for me
to come over.  I got up to see what she wanted and followed as she headed
back into the sewing room.  No one should bother us there because no one is
allowed to go in there.

   Once the door was closed, she began rubbing my crotch trying to make me
hard.  It didn't take much as I was half way there already.  Fumbling with
my zipper, she tried pulling it out but I was too hard and the fly was too
small to accomplish this.  I had to help her.

   Feeling her warm, soft mouth on my cock was pure heaven and I moaned as
she worked her magic.  Holding out as long as I could to enjoy the
sensation, I came hard after only about three or four minutes.  I was
getting better at delaying my orgasm, but I wished it could be longer.

   She smiled up at me once I finished and I gave her a crooked smile back.
I wasn't sure what to say to her as this hadn't happened before last month.
It was an awkward moment to say the least.  "That was great, thank you," I
mumbled zipping my pants back up.  The only underage girl I ever fucked was
Becky and that's been a very long time ago.  I chalk that up to being young
and horny and not to being a pedophile.  Recently I began to rethink myself
on that matter.

   I left her there still standing in the sewing room and headed back
towards the living room.  I wasn't gone as long as Ray and I hoped they'd
think I used the bathroom.  Ray was sitting with the boys in the corner and
had Kyle laughing about something.  I went over to see them as I was about
ready to leave.

   "What's going on?" I asked approaching the small group.

   "Hey, dad, can me and Ben spend the night at Uncle Ray's?  Please?" Kyle
asked with a big grin.

   "Spend the night?  I'm not sure `bout that.  Why?"

   "I dunno, him and Mark wants us to go over and play some more." Mark was
Ray's oldest boy and would be getting his driver's license this summer, a
fact he repeated many times since last year.  Although a few years older,
he and Kyle got along great as well as his next son, Chris, who was the
same age as Kyle.  Matt was a few months younger than Ben and they used to
be inseparatable until my divorce last year.  My boys now live with their
mother about an hour away so they seldom see each other.

   "Please, dad?" he almost begged.

   "Com' on Charley, let'em come over and have some fun for once.  I'm sure
they'll have a really good time," he added with a big grin.  I looked at
him and recognized that face.  It's his scheming face which means he's up
to something.

   "Please dad..." now my youngest son was in on it to.

   "I'll bring them to your house tomorrow after noon so you don't even
gotta come back this way." With my sons and his sons and him all badgering
me, I gave in.  What harm could come of it?  When they were younger they
used to sleep over at each other's houses all the time.

   "Thanks, dad!" Kyle almost shouted.  Just then Misty appeared and went
to Ray's side.  Putting his arm around her he pulled her close.

   "Kyle and Ben are spending the night, how does that sound?" Glancing
back and forth between the boys and her father she smiled.

   "Well, if you're spending the night, then I'm going home.  I got a big
day ahead of me tomorrow.  You're sure you wanna go, right?"

   "YES!" both boys said in unison.  Saying my rounds of goodbyes, I headed
home still thinking of sweet little Misty.  She's something else.  Later
that night I lay in bed remembering how we fucked and that sweet mouth of
her and found myself slowly stroking myself.  Even 30 miles away she's
giving me a hard on!

   Then I briefly thought of Kyle and Ben.  What were they doing over
there? Were they alright?  A stray thought came to me about what Ray said
concerning Kyle becoming a man and I had to wonder if he was doing that at
that very minute.  And Ben?  Is he too young to get a hard on?  I didn't
think so as I'd seen him with one when he was much younger so I was sure
he...

   "What are you thinking?!" I blurted aloud.  Thinking about your two sons
having erections and possibly becoming "men" through the vagina of their
cousin!  Are you insane?  Getting up I made myself a drink and sat staring
out the window until it was gone.

   ***

   The next time I saw Misty was the New Years Day gathering and she was in
rare form.  Her mother allowed her to dress up "pretty" for the celebration
and she even had on make up.  She looked like one of those beauty pageant
girls that was done up to make them look a lot older.  She was beautiful
and my cock twitched when I saw her.  The night the boys spent the night I
made a vow not to do anything with her again as it wasn't right.  But
seeing her like that and with me being a lonely bachelor, the wild thoughts
and emotions took over.

   Kyle and Ben were back with their mother and as hard as I tried, I
couldn't get them to tell me what happened at Ray's.  Either nothing
happened or they were sworn to secrecy and wouldn't divulge any
information. I did have a waking dream where I imaged that both boys were
able to enjoy the girly charms of their younger cousin but after I came, I
dismissed those thoughts.

   "Hi Uncle Charley," she called out rushing towards me when she saw me
enter the house.  I brought the egg nog and a half gallon of whiskey and
almost dropped them as her arms wrapped tightly around my waist.  It was
later in the evening as we don't get started until around 8 and stay up
until the New Year.  I got there about 8:30 and all the men were gathered
in the living room again.

   After a few beers I had to make a trip to the bathroom and headed that
way.  When I opened the door to leave, Misty was standing there with a big
grin.  Her front teeth were just starting to grow in and you could see the
whiteness showing through her gums.  I didn't want to, really I didn't, but
I stepped aside and she came in.  A couple of minutes later I watched her
leave as my flaccid cock dangled from my fly.

   Being so dark, the kids all played inside or out in the patio.  I
couldn't get Misty out of my head and often went out of my way to find her.
I wasn't sure what I'd do when I found her, but it was something I did. 
Most of the time I couldn't find her and asked a nephew or niece but they
hadn't seen her.

   Ray was usually sitting with the others drinking as usual when she
disappeared so I was confused as to where she was.  Needed to pee again I
headed towards the bathroom and happened to turn the corner just as Bob, my
oldest sister's husband, emerged from the sewing room.  We passed in the
hall and I darted into the bathroom and waited for him to turn the corner.
I had to find out if she was in there.

   Slowly the door creaked opened and my curiosity was satisfied when I saw
her struggling to get her zipper up.  She had on a dress and the bodice had
the zipper on the back and no matter how she bent her skinny arms, she
couldn't reach it.  I went in.

   "Here, let me help you," I said grasping the tongue.  Slowly I lowered
it until the band of her pink panties was exposed.  Gently I slid the puffy
sleeves off of her shoulders and bent down to kiss her neck.  I kissed
lower, wetting each shoulder blade with saliva before following the bumpy
trail of her spine until I reached the bottom.  Turning her to face me, I
kissed upward, sticking my tongue inside her navel before continuing.  She
giggled from the sensation.

   Moving further up, I kissed her stomach and meandered my way to both of
her budding nipples.  They were hardly big enough to call tits and were
soft and pastel pink.  Pulling the dress lower she stepped out and I tossed
it over the back of mom's sewing chair.  I was kneeling, almost eye level
with her when I grasped the sides of her panties and slid them down.

   I was so hard that I could hardly stand it.  Glancing down at them I got
a shock at seeing the crotch coated with slimy goo.  The panties were
pulled down to her knees but a stem of mucus remained attached to her pussy
and swayed slightly with her movements.  It was as thick as raw egg whites
and had the same texture.  I could see several flakes of whiteness mixed
in.

   I hadn't really seen her pussy this close before and noticed how red and
swollen it looked even under all that mess.  I lowered them more and she
raised her leg to step out of them, causing the bridge to break off and
fall to the floor.  Lifting the other leg forced a slug-sized wad of fresh
cum to slither out.

   I had wanted to eat her out, to taste her little girl pussy and to pay
her back for all the pleasure she'd given, but there's no way I'm putting
my mouth on her right now.  She lay back parting her legs invitingly. 
Standing, I unzipped my pants and fished out my cock.  To hell with my
vows...

   ***

   Sitting across from Bob in the living room he displayed no sign of what
he had just done.  I felt guilty as a thief, but he laughed and joked,
puffing on the fat blunt as if he was in a country club.  Ray sat to one
side of him and he ping ponged back and forth between him and Jan's husband
Donald who sat on the other side.

   I stared at Donald.  Was he fucking her too?  Is Ray passing her around
to all the men in the family for some perverted plan?  Is he encouraging
her to be promiscuous or perhaps he's making her do it.  No, from my
experiences with her, she didn't seem like she was being forced to do
anything.  She wanted it just as much as me, of that I was sure.

   "CHARLEY!" I suddenly heard my name called breaking my thoughts.  "Who
do you think?" Ray was staring right at me asking a question I had no idea
what it was.

   "What?  What did you say?"

   "Who do you think is going to the super bowl?" Donald, Bob, Ray, dad, my
youngest brother Joe were gawking as if waiting for me to reveal the
meaning of life.

   "I dunno.  It's don't matter, I guess."

   "What's wrong with you?  Looks like you're a million miles away," dad
asked getting up for a beer.

   "Nothing really, I just got a lot on my mind.  Work and stuff."

   "You need to leave work at work and relax, man," Joe added.  Just then
Misty appeared wearing her pretty dress and sashayed herself across the
room to sit on Ray's lap.  He bent over to whisper in her ear and she
climbed down only to get on Joe's lap.  I watched from the corner of my eye
as she did her little wiggle dance on him.  I reached for my beer.  It was
only 10 O'clock and I had another two hours to go.

   "Honey, why don't you run along and play," dad said coming back into the
room.  "This is for the men, not the kids," he added taking his seat in
front of the TV.  Misty looked at Ray before getting off Joe and headed out
of the room.  She stopped at the doorway and turned back smiling.  It
wasn't me she was smiling at but Joe.  He smiled back and I watched as she
headed to the back of the house.  A minute later Joe excused himself needed
to "empty his bladder".  I watched until he turned the corner.  JOE TOO?

   That was the last holiday for a while and I planned on keeping Misty as
far out of my mind as possible.  The only problem was Ray's youngest son,
Tommy, was having his seventh birthday party on the 21st of January and my
boys and I were invited.  We couldn't just not go.

   This time it was at Ray's house even though mom's was a lot bigger and
nicer, but you can't have everything.  I wasn't sure what to get him so I
picked up some toy soldiers.  I suddenly thought about Misty.  Everything
she's done for me I should get her something too but everything I thought
of was of an adult nature.  I had to laugh thinking about wrapping one of
my ex wife's double headed dildos up in Bratz wrapping paper and waiting
for her reaction when she saw the fake cock staring back at her.  That
would be funny, but I had to do something serious.

   "What do you give an eight-year-old girl?" I asked the sales woman at
the mall.

   "Is it a birthday present?"

   "Something like that.  More like a thank you present.  It's for my
niece."

   "Oh, okay, here let me show you a few things."

   I left twenty minutes later with a My Little Pony pen set with a
matching diary and cork board for her wall.  It seemed lame but the woman
said she'd like it.  I picked up my boys and headed to Ray's house. 
Everyone was there and everything seemed normal in the beginning.  Tommy
was the center of attention and I noticed Misty was fluttering around the
men like a butterfly decided what flower to land on.

   As the day wore on I saw less and less of Misty but with so many people
there, it wasn't hard to lose track of anyone.  I would see her from time
to time but then she'd disappear again for a while.  About three hours
after we got there I caught a glance of her sneaking out the kitchen back
door.  Curious I followed and saw her entering the garage through the side
door.  Cautiously I approached, hoping to see what she was up to but she
wasn't there.  I stuck my head in further giving the room a good look but
couldn't see her.  I heard giggling coming from Ray's wife, April's, car. I
snuck closer and saw the backside of a younger boy raising and falling onto
something.

   A high-pitched sound drew me closer and I could see Misty was under
whomever it was fucking her.  Peeking over the truck I got a good view of
Mark thrusting into his sister.  For some reason I wasn't surprised and
watched for a few minutes before sneaking away.

   Rushing back to the house I ran into Ray standing near the sink looking
outside.  "Where you been?" he asked bringing the beer to his mouth.

   "Outside for some fresh air.  Why?"

   "Just wondering," he added taking another sip.  Just then Mark came
traipsing in wiping his brow.  It was the dead of winter and he was
sweating.  I had just seen why so I didn't need to ask.

   "Listen," he started.  Next Friday I got my weekly card game, you
interested?"

   "Huh?  You want me to play cards?"

   "Yea, I know you like poker so maybe you can sit in with us."

   "I thought you had your usual group to play with."

   "Yea, but Jimbo has to go outta town and I need someone to fill in.  If
you're not interested, don't worry `bout it."

   "No, it's fine.  I'd love to play.  When?"

   "Six is fine.  I got the beer and snacks so just bring yourself, okay?"
I nodded.

   It was about thirty minutes later when I got my own private tour of the
garage with Misty being the guide.  It was harder doing it in the backseat,
but at least I could still fuck her.  As anticipated, she was a gooey mess
but I busted my nut in her just the same.  It took a few minutes to recover
from the exertion, but I soon found myself in conversation with Bob and
dad.

   The card game was six nights away but I thought a lot about it.  Why did
he suddenly invite me?  Is he suspicious of what I'm doing or something? 
Not once since we graduated college has he asked me to play cards and now
he wants me to?  I know he's got about 10 or 11 guys that rotate around for
his Friday night games so why ask me?  On the drive home my mind was
distracted and I almost went off the road.  This is crazy.  I'm being
paranoid for no reason.  Aren't I?

   What would he do to me anyway if I confessed?  He's doing the exact same
thing and so are several others in our family.  I don't know.  Maybe I
should call and cancel, say I already made plans.  But then again, I'd get
to see Misty again.

   ~ end of part 2 ~

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