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Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2006 20:10:03 -0500
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The author does not condone child abuse or incest, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy, not real life. Anyone acting out such
scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive
years in their local prison.

The Incestous Question Part 3 By A Lucky Man

After Aunt Millie died, little Cora and I were a little bit numb.
 She was such an important part of our lives. Aunt Millie
mothered both of us.  I guess we felt that she would be around
for a long time.

Aunt Millie was not a fitness nut, but she was sure to eat a
balanced diet, and make sure we did also.  She was a member of a
senior citizens exercise group was into jazzercise, and worked
out  each afternoon at the small park just a few minutes walk
from home.  I don't know much about her evenings away from home,
one day a week, but I have a strong suspicion that she was
sexually active within her peer group.

I know that she and Uncle Jake were good friends.  She had even
convinced him to join the exercise class from time to time.  I
can just imagine what that must have looked like to people
passing the small park where they went for exercise class.
Picture several dozen  shriveled up senior citizens, mostly
women, and one giant Texan doing jazzercise at the park.

I know that they had gone out a number of times, to the opera,
and ballet.  There is just no way of predicting what an oversized
Texan will find enjoyable.  I suspect it was Aunt Millie's
company, rather than the events that they attended, that he
liked.  (Also, I once heard that old women have tight pussies,
though somewhat dry.)

When I was faced with several trips just after Aunt Millie's
death, there was one that was set up with Uncle Jake staying in
town, and managing three different equipment installations over
the telephone.  I know that he did not like that.  He was very
much a hands on person, and wanted to be there when the final
checks of the military grade electronic high security system just
installed was tested for acceptance.

So, he offered to stay at the house with Cora.  He sent her off
to school each day, and made sure to be there when she got home.
Most of his day was spent at the corporate office, but he would
leave in time to be at the house when Cora got home.

She later told me that when she got home, there would be a small
snack of fresh fruit and cold milk (Aunt Millie's influence?)
waiting for her on the kitchen table.  She would give Uncle Jake
a hug and kiss, and return to the kitchen.  She said that she
could hear Uncle Jake in the den, talking and sometimes yelling,
into the telephone.  After the snack was finished, she would go
to her room and do her home work.

About the same time that she finished homework, Uncle Jake would
call it quits for the day.  Next was exercise time.  They would
go for a jog around the neighborhood, and finish in the back yard
with some simple jazzercise routines.  She would shower while
Uncle Jake started supper.  He was not much of a cook, so they
ate a lot of frozen dinners that he had picked up from the local
health food store, along with a simple salad.

After Cora finished her shower, she would slip on one of my old
T-shirts, and sandals (nothing else), and make a salad, while
Uncle Jake showered.  After supper, on the first Monday that I
was away, Cora and Uncle Jake went into the den/living room to
watch television.  We had cable TV, but in those days, it
consisted of commercial stations, picked up from all over, via a
very tall antenna and receiver site, and then piped into peoples
homes.  They would watch comedy shows and westerns.  Since Uncle
Jake was a Texan, and had grown up on a ranch, Cora was
fascinated with westerns, and would ask Uncle Jake questions as
the show progressed.  American culture and life styles were still
quite new to her.

The first few nights Cora sat beside Uncle Jake, and he put his
arm around her shoulders.  She snuggled up along side of him, and
they enjoyed the shows, until her nine o'clock bed time.  The
third night, after Uncle Jake sat down, she plopped down on his
lap, leaned back, and settled in for an evening of television
programs.

Uncle Jake later told me, "The first time she sat on my lap was
ok. I was wearing jeans that night.  The next night I was wearing
shorts.  She sat down, but the western we were watching got her
excited.  Lots of good guys were chasing bad guys on horse back.
She just kept wiggling around.  Sure enough, that T-shirt started
riding up on her.  It wasn't too long, and I felt a bare ass
against my bare legs.  I couldn't help it.  I looked down and saw
two bare cheeks, cause her shirt was all the way up around her
waist.."

Uncle Jake continued, "I told her to get up, cause I wanted to
get a couple of cokes. That was a real treat for her, since she's
not allowed soda pop very often.  When I got back, I told her to
sit beside me so I can drink mine and not spill it on her cause
she bounced around too much."

He looked at me to see my reaction, and saw that I was smiling. 
I thought the situation was funny.  Here was a man the size and
general build of John Wayne, with a similar accent and demeanor,
who was helpless because of a prepubescent bare assed little
girl.

He went on, "Friday night she plopped down on my lap again.  I
was wearing shorts again, a really loose baggy pair.  She not
only wiggled around when the western got exciting, but also slid
forward and backwards.  When I looked down, I saw that bare ass
again.  I shouldn't have looked.  I started getting a little bit
stiff down there.  With her moving like she was, the leg of my
pants moved back.  The head of my pecker came out, and I could
feel her bare pussy rubbing on it.  I knew she could feel it, and
she just kept on moving. I didn't know what to do, so I just
enjoyed it.  About the time the program ended, I lost control and
shot my load all over her bare puss and ass.  She got up, and
went down the hallway, without saying a word.  I thought, 'I'm
dead.'  She came back moments later, handed me a warm wet wash
cloth, kissed me, and said, "Good night Uncle Jake", and then she
went to bed.  "That little girl just stole my heart right then
and there.  I new that anything she wanted from me after that,
she would get."

I told Uncle Jake, "Don't feel guilty.  I told you all about
Cora, her mother ,and me, and our relationship.  She does not
have our WASP guilt complex about sex. She considers it a natural
way of expressing herself, with family, and it's obvious that she
considers you a close family member."

I had been looking at Uncle Jake, but quickly found an excuse to
get up and look away saying, "Are you ready for another cold
beer?"  I had seen a tear forming in the corner of his eye.  Very
un-john-wayne-ish.

He answered, "Yes.", as I went to the kitchen.

When I sat down and handed him a beer, he finished, "Saturday
morning, I got up early. Cora was still in her bedroom, so I went
to take a shower.  I had only been in there a couple of minutes
when I got a surprise.  Since the water was running, I never
heard the shower curtain being pushed aside.  When I felt a small
hand slip past my ass and in between my legs, and begin caressing
my balls, I felt my heart in my throat.  I got hard right away,
as I heard a musical voice saying, 'Good morning Uncle Jake. Do
you like my surprise?'  She let go, and moved around in front of
me, bent over a bit, and took the whole head of my cock into her
mouth.  I'm so large, and her mouth is so small, that I was
surprised she could do that.  My next surprise came when I felt
the head hit the back of her mouth.  I could feel her start to
gag. My knee jerk reaction was to thrust forward, and suddenly I
felt her chin hit my balls.  I pulled out of her mouth, and
grabbed her by the waist, flipped he over and aimed her pussy at
my face.  By bending my head way down, I was able to lick her
cunt, and she was able to get her head down far enough to get
some of my cock in her mouth.  I don't know how she did it, her
being so little and all, but she was able to reach between my
legs and stick her hand up my shit hole, and massage my prostate.
 Where do you suppose the learned that? Maybe her mother told her
about it! I was already feeling weak in the knees, so I leaned
back against the shower wall, and kept licking her.  Before long
I could feel her shudder, and I shot my load, just as she was
having an orgasm.  She swallowed every drop."

He paused, so I asked, "What happened after that."

He answered, "Well, I set her down.  She looked up at me, her
face beaming with a big smile, and told me 'Thank you for not
treating me like a little kid.' She grabbed the scrubber,
finished scrubbing me and herself, and we dried off and got
dressed."

He went on, " After that, every evening, we had oral sex, just
before she went to bed. Although I wanted to, I never fucked her.
 There is no way a little girl can take a dick as big as mine."

Uncle Jake was a regular visitor on weekends after that, when he
was in town.  I guess his guilt was what motivated him into
arranging for me to get a staff engineering position in the main
office, with a huge pay raise.  After the promotion, my trips
were never more than a day or two, and consisted of reviewing
final job acceptance documents, along with the company lawyer. 
We always traveled first class, and Cora would stay with the CEO
and his wife while I was away.  She enjoyed that, since they had
two girls about her age.

On those rare times that Uncle Jake was able to spend a week end
with us, Uncle Jake and Cora slept together in the master bed
room.  The king sized bed was long enough so that his feet did
not stick out over the end of the bed. Yes, I know what your
question is.  Uncle Jake and Cora did eventually fuck.  She later
told me that his dick was so wide that she could barely touch her
finger tips together when holding it. She also said that it was
almost four fists long.  So, find a twelve year old girl, measure
how wide her fist is, and multiply that by four.

The bitter sweet part of my story is that the day after Cora's
thirteenth birthday, Uncle Jake died of a heart attack, at home
in his sleep.  His house keeper found him the next morning.  Most
of the company was there for his funeral.  The CEO stopped every
job, and flew all but a very few people back so that they could
attend.

At the reading of his will, every one got a big surprise.  We
knew that Uncle Jake was well paid, and conservative with money.
But, none of us knew how well he had managed his money and wisely
invested.  Nearly a half a million dollars went to one person.

My little Cora was set up with a trust fund to be used for her
education, with the balance to be paid to her at age 25.  She is
a doctor now, and has returned to the Philippines. She built a
small hospital and clinic in the barrio where her mother was
born.  We still have a lot of family there that we had stayed in
touch with over the years.  Yes, most of them work in the
hospital or clinic.

I am approaching retirement age now, and still work for the same
company.  When I retire, I will join Cora.  I visit Uncle Jake's
grave every month, kneel down, say a prayer, and put a bouquet of
yellow roses on his grave.  Yellow roses were his favorite.  When
he got drunk, he would sing that song about the yellow rose of
Texas.

I visit Cora every year on my annual month long vacation.  We
meet in Manila, and stay in a hotel there.  She is married, and
has a daughter.  Yes, the little girl has strawberry blond hair.
She brings her daughter along.  I am an old grey haired man, but
I still get some really tight pussy, some tight butt hole, deep
throat, and prostate massages because the three of us have sex
every night while I am there.

Post Script. I wonder how many readers are going to get up, and
look for a ruler and.... 

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