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The Incestions Question (MFg, Mg, Mg, Incest, oral, anal, fist) (Repost -
all parts combined)

   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 Incestuous Question Part 1
   By A Lucky Man

   I was a young man, full of hormones to be burned, when I went on my
first over seas Air Force assignment to the Philippines.  I was glad to go
anywhere over seas except Vietnam.  I spent a lot of time in bars drinking
the local brew and screwing the bar hostesses.  The fateful day that
changed my life came, one day, when I had left the Air Base.  They had
announced on the local radio station that a typhoon was coming, and that
all Air Force personnel were to return to the base.  Well, I had just paid
for a beer, and a quickie, so I finished what I paid for, and caught a ride
to the main gate.  When I got there, the gate was closed, and the guards
gone.  It was looking pretty dismal with the rain pouring down, and all. 
So, I went back to the short time bar were I had been.

   It was empty of GI's, all having gone back when the first alert came
out. Can you imagine, I was the only man, stuck in a whore house, with
money in my pocket, for what was to be three days.  A young man's dream
come true!

   On the third day, during a very heavy down pour, two women came running
into the bar, to get out of the rain.  They were both drenched to the bone.
Papasan went over and spoke quietly with them.  When he finished, as he was
going by my table, I asked him what was up, and he told me that they were
hostesses from the town near the navy base, and were stranded.  They were
to meet with a couple of pilots, but since the gates to the base were all
closed, they never met them.  He also said that he told them to get out as
soon as the rain stopped.

   They were watching me, and once Papasan left I motioned for them to join
me.  While talking to them I found out that they were broke, hungry, had no
change of clothes, and no where to go.  All in all, a very tough situation.


   When the rain stopped, I finished my beer, and asked them to come with
me.  I took them to a small open air market, and bought each of them an
inexpensive dress, and pair of underwear.  Next we went to a hotel, where I
got a room.  Once in the room, I ordered food, while they took a shower. 
The food came before they finished, and I drank a beer while waiting.

   Now, one of them , Tina, was very good looking, and the other, Daisy,
was bone ugly, with severe acne.  However, below the chin, both were
equally luscious, as I found out when they came out of the bathroom naked.
They sat down with me, still naked, and we ate the food I had ordered.  At
the end of the meal, they asked me what my plans were for the evening.  I
told them that I would probably go back to the bar where we met.

   They suggested that I stay the night with them, which I did.  Now Tina,
though beautiful, was lousy in bed.  She just spread her legs and laid
there.  I might just as well have been screwing a fresh corpse.  Daisy on
the other hand was a fuck to remember.  In my entire life, I have never
screwed any one like her.  She had this trick of grabbing my balls with her
ass cheeks and hole and holding on to them, just as I hit the bottom of a
stroke.  On the up stroke, she was gripping them so tight, that her ass
hole made a popping sound when they finally broke loose.  Tina laughed
herself to tears because of the sounds we made.  Needless to say, I had the
most powerful orgasm I had ever had.

   To shorten this part of the story, Tina managed to hook up with her fly
boy the next day, and Daisy and I found a small two room apartment, and
stayed together for the next nine months, until six weeks before I was due
to leave.  That was when she said she did not want the heart break of
seeing me leave, and that I should date a few other women, to easy the pain
of parting.  She had been taking tailoring classes, and we had saved enough
money for her to return home to the small farming community were her
parents lived, and open up a small business for herself.

   I did not return to the Philippines for about eleven years, and it was
as a civillian, and only for a few weeks, on a short job.  I went into town
as soon as I could get away from work.  Things had changed lot, but the bar
that I once frequented was still open.  I stopped in for a cold beer, and
much to my surprise, Papasan was still there, though much older looking and
in poor health.  He recognized me immediately, and came over and gave me a
hug.  He had a beer brought over, saying that the first one was free.  He
talked about old times, and all of the people I once knew, but he steered
clear of mentioning Daisy.  Finally I asked him what became of her.

   After a long pause, he told me that she never went back home.  She had
moved to the other side of town and opened a shop to make dresses.  He
related the story of how she was quite successful.  I asked why she did not
move back home, and he told me that it was a very small farming community
in a remote area, and the people were very conservative.  I asked what that
had to do with anything, since no one would know any of Daisy's past,
unless she told them.  What he told me next made the room seem to spin.

   He simply said, "You have an eleven year old daughter with the same red
hair as you."

   It took the rest of the morning to convince him to tell me where she was
living.  I caught a ride to her shop, and stood across the street watching.
I could see clearly into the small shop, and waited until the customers all
left.  I took a deep breath, crossed the street, and went inside.  She did
not notice me at first, but her red haired daughter did, and called out to
her.

   She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only
a few seconds, before she came running across the room.  It was like a
scene out of the movie "South Pacific".  Over the years her complexion had
cleared up, and at about age twenty six, was quite beautiful.  She jumped
the last six feet and landed in my arms, and our lips met.  I crushed her
to me as we spun around, and kissed until both of us were breathless.

   Just as I set Daisy down, I felt a presence, quite close to us.  There
was a beautiful honey skinned red haired little Polynesian girl.  She
looked at me and voiced a question.  "Papa?" Her mother answered yes, and
introduced me to Corazon.  Daisy went to the shop door, locked it and hung
up a closed sign.

   Turning to me she said, "Lets go up stairs, it's time for us to eat and
you can eat too."

   The shop, though small, had a front room for several displays, a
changing room, and a back room for storage and sewing.  We went into the
back, and up a set of stairs, to a small apartment, with kitchen - living
room, bathroom, and a single bed room.  Over lunch, Daisy told me of how
she had decided to not tell me of her pregnancy, and of her decision to
stay and open a shop.  She felt there was a better chance of success in a
city, rather than a small village.  She also talked of how people would
have shunned her as an unwed mother.  Before I had a chance to protest, she
told me that she had an open relationship with her daughter, and that as
soon as she was old enough, told her all about us.

   As the afternoon wore on, I admitted that I did not have to return to
work until the following morning.  So, we made an afternoon and evening of
shopping, dinner and a movie, returning to their home about nine.

   Once up stairs, Cora spoke up, "We have to shower before bed."

   I admit to feeling little uncomfortable about the situation, but they
gave me no chance to protest.  They both undressed me, and in about thirty
seconds, I was standing there naked.  I watched as they stripped, watching
my new found daughter mostly.  At eleven years old, she was just starting
to develop breasts.  My own body gave away what was on my mind.  By the
time they were naked, my dick was sticking straight out.  Now, in case you
did not know it, Polynesian people have a more relaxed attitude about
nudity and sex than we do.

   They each took a hand and led me to the shower as Cora commented, "It's
beautiful." It turns out that she had never seen a man's penis, let alone a
fully erect one.

   After showering, still naked, we went into the small bed room.  There
was a single bamboo bed with a thin mattress.  It was up against the wall,
and Cora scrambled in first.  Daisy pushed me into the middle, and crawled
in afterwards.  I could not help but ask myself if my daughter has
inherited the ass grabbing skills, or was it something that had to be
learned, and if so, did a mother give her daughter lessons?  Result ... 
instant boner.  Cora quickly noticed the sheets standing up, and the room
tinkled with her laughter.

   Daisy snuggled close to me and began kissing me.  What happened next
sent my blood pressure soaring.  I could feel my heart beating in my
temples, as a small hand took hold of my hard on, and began to stroke it
gently.  A larger hand from the other side began to stroke my balls.  Daisy
and I continued to kiss.  When we came up for air, Cora leaned over me and
pressed her lips to mine, stuck her tongue into my mouth, and continued to
stroke me.

   This continued for several more minutes, then Daisy moved her head under
the sheet and took my aching pole into her mouth.  Not to be left out, Cora
straddled my face.  She gently lowered her pussy lips onto my mouth, and I
reached up and spread them open.  My tongue discovered her hymen right
there nestled between those sweet folds.  (Note: I have read quite a few
erotic stories where the writer had never even seen a virgin pussy,
revealing that with comments like "several inches in, I could feel an
obstruction").

   As I continued to lick, I pulled back the hood over her clit.  Her tiny
peanut was hard to the flick of my tongue.  I was concentrating so hard on
what I was doing that I forgot about what was happening to my dick, until I
felt a pair of cheeks grabbing my balls, as a wet cunt hit bottom, and the
head of my dick bumped against the entrance of a womb.  I pursed my lips on
that small hard peanut, and sucked as hard as I could, causing her to
gyrate so much that I grabbed her hips to keep her hairless virgin crotch
on my face.  In only a matter of moments or centuries the three of us had
simultaneous orgasms.

   I later found out that it was my daughter's first orgasm.  We fell
asleep soon afterwards, a tangle of arms and legs.  It was the soundest I
had slept in years.  The next morning I awoke to a warm tight feeling on my
glans.  I felt around to both sides.  There was no one beside me.  I opened
my eyes, as I felt a wet very tight cunt bottom out.  There was my daughter
fully impaled on my dick, with a thin trickle of blood starting to show. 
As she began to move upwards, my question was answered ...  inherited.

   The Incestuous Question Part 2
   By A Lucky Man

   I was laying on the bed, half awake and half asleep.  I am right handed
which means that the left part of my brain is dominant.  I guess that is
the part that was in that twilight land of just about to wake up.  However,
I think that my right brain, the other person that is in all of our heads
was fully awake (lefties please reverse the previous).  Little did I know
at the time that events to come would lead to a deeply erotic incestious
and long term, try anything, very fulfilling relationship, and what an
innocent natural little girl would teach me.

   I felt about the bed.  No one to the left.  No one to the right.  Was I
alone?  (Left brain) I had a morning hard on.  It was the kind that goes
away as soon as you piss.  As I awoke ..  have you ever been so deeply
relaxed from a nights sleep that you feel that you are crawling out of the
grave when you awake?  Well, you and I both have both felt that way ....  I
slowly noticed that my pole was sticking straight up.

   There is a warm wetness at the tip.  Pressure!

   Popping cherry is a unique experience.  The lips open, but its like
trying to push your finger into a tiny hole in an old fashioned inflated
car inner tube that we used as kids in the old swimming hole.  All of the
sudden, when that cherry pops, your dick is feels like it is being sucked
into a vacuum!

   Corazon had mounted me, and when her cherry popped, she bottomed out in
a heart beat.  The right side guy was fully awake and knew what was going
on.  With me (left brain) only waking up, it was a surprise.  Corazon was
fully impaled on my morning piss hard on.  Now I was completely awake, and
I could almost feel the right brain side laughing at me.  As Corazon began
to pull up, I could feel my sack being tugged.  She rose up to where only
the head was still in.  Just then, her ass cheeks and butt hole let loose.
POP!

   Do you want to know what it sounded like?  Well, purse your lips, and
just as you open your mouth, let a strong puff of air out to make a popping
sound.  Not very loud, huh?  Just loud enough for Daisy to hear us!

   Corazon was moving up and down on me with increasing speed, and the
popping sounds were getting louder.  The laugher, from Daisy, was only a
chuckle at first, but as we got into a rhythm and it got louder, we heard
it develop into a full blown bending over in pain belly laugh from her. 
Just as I was about to ejaculate, Corazon stood up, hopped off of the bed
and went to shower.

   I was shocked and then mad ...  no nut for me, but since this was the
second day with my new found family, I decided to be calm; not so easy.  I
looked down at my standing up dick.  It was a bloody mess.  Time for a
shower.  As I entered the shower, Corazon was just finished and drying off.
I stopped to look at her.  I saw a stone cold, heart stopping, beautiful
honey skinned, red haired naked little girl.  She looked at me, and came
over and wrapped her skinny little arms around me, and pressed her face
against me, and took prisoner of my heart with the simple words "I love you
Papa.  I always knew you would come back for us."

   What's man to do?

   I went into the shower.  Daisy's home was like most people's in the
area. No hot water, and during certain times of the day, no water at all. I
held my breath and stepped into the water.  As I was soaping I felt Daisy
join me.  She continued soaping me and scrubbing me.  All except for my
bloody pole.  I was puzzled until she slowly stroked me off, saying that
Corazon is young and inexperienced, not understanding a man's needs.  It
did not take long for Daisy to relieve the blue balls, and then finish
scrubbing me.

   Reality time ...  after a quick breakfast of left over fried rice and
helping of fried dried fish called Toyo which smelled like garbage being
fried...  tasted good ..once you got past the smell.  (Just like eating
pussy ...  ever since, Corzon occasionally asks ...Daddy do you want some
pussy fish for breakfast?)

   Outside and into a jeepnee, and off to work.  We were putting in some
equipment at the Air Base , and had miles of multi-pair cable to bury. 
Every so often, we had to run the cable into a concrete vault, and split
off certain pairs to a junction box, where another team would install
equipment.  It was hard sweaty work.  With the heat and humidity, a team
could only stay in the vault about a half hour, even with a portable air
conditioner pumping air down there.  Each wire pair that ran into the J-box
had to be checked out for continuity all the way back to the building where
we had started.  That meant that there was a long wire running over the
ground all the way back, and wire by wire we checked each wire for
continuity.  Sound simple?  Well then each wire had to be checked for
shorts to any other wire, or to the cable pair ground shield.  At about 500
wires in the cable, it took time.  (MIL SPECS) Uncle Jake, our construction
boss was about 6' 7" tall, and as much as he wanted to come down into the
hole to work, he just could not fit, and leave room for another to help. 
So, he paced about, frustrated.  The guys trenching and laying cable got
more of his attention than they really wanted.

   At the end of the day, I went to the VOQ (visiting officer's quarters)
where they had put us up, showered, changed, and headed home.  Funny, only
there a short time and I was calling, feeling, and thinking of Daisy's
place as my home.  Sure, I owned a house in southern California, but that's
all it was ...  a house.  There was an elderly aunt living there.  She
looked after the place, and me when I wasn't on the road (about 1/3 of the
time).  I guess it was more her home than mine.  It was a good deal for me.
I had set up an account for her to have money for paying bills, so her
meager SS income went into a savings account, and occasionally to a niece
or nephew that was away from home at college.

   On the eighth day, mid afternoon, I was down in the hole, when suddenly,
a large pair of hands grabbed my shoulders, and lifted me out.  Uncle Jake
of course.  He spoke on a quiet voice, with almost none of his deep Texan
drawl.  "Son, we gotta go.  There's been an accident.  Your friend Papasan
sent a message.  He got one of the Philippino guards to deliver it.  I
don't know what happened, but he said it was very urgent."

   We got into the rented construction truck, and headed for the main gate
and into town.  It was an agonizingly slow trip.  Heavy traffic had not
bothered me before, but now it seemed like the streets were full of idiots.
We finally arrived at Daisy's shop.  There was a small crowd of people
gathered at the entrance, and more inside, milling about and talking on low
voices.  As we entered, Papasan came from the back, and took me by the
hand. He spoke, "Rainy day ( an old nick name he gave me from when I first
met Daisy, that I hand not heard for what seemed like lifetimes), it's bad.
Sit down.  I started to sit, not knowing if there was a chair behind me or
not.  Uncle Jake knew me well, and provided.  Papasan continued, "Daisy and
Cora were coming back from the market and had just gotten out of a jeepney.
Cora had darted off to unlock the shop door.  That's what saved her."

   You and I have both felt what the dread of what was coming next, a deep
thump ...  an emptiness deep in the chest, a pulling in on your ribs, a
terrible vacuum.  He continued with that terrible obligation of friendship,
"As the jeepney pulled away, Daisy was struck and killed by a Philippine
Rabbit bus.  She is upstairs."

   For the second time that day, a large pair of hands picked me up by the
shoulders.  I guess Uncle Jake knew I would go limp, and did not want
people to see me slump to the floor.  We went up the narrow stairs.  When I
got to the top, Mamasan was the first to see me.  She hugged me, and
quietly led me to the bed where Daisy was laid out.  Little Cora had been
kneeling there, weeping softly, but when she saw me, came over slowly, and
climbed up into my waiting arms.

   To shorten what could be a long story, Papasan and Uncle Jake arranged
for a funeral, burial, and termination of Daisy's estate.  Additionally,
Uncle Jake pulled in some very heavy duty favors owed to him, and three
days after the burial, Cora had a passport and entrance visa as my daughter
to the U.  S.  The shop went into legal custodianship, and Cora and I moved
in with Papasan & family.

   Our contract job finished a day ahead of time.  Since we finished early,
there was a big blow out at Papasan's.  I think the whole crew went
upstairs, one by one, with their new friends of the evening.  I know
Papasan was happy; serious profits.

   Now Uncle Jake was first class, but also practical.  If he could have
found a way to ship his crew as baggage in a somnambulant state, he would
have done so.  Not so, where Corazon was concerned.  I think she stole his
heart too.  ( I was to find out later that my little girl had throated his
massive unknown length winkle ...  I wasn't about to try and measure
HIM...., strictly speaking, she raped him, although he probably didn't
fight back ...  much ...  that's in part 3).  First class seats for the two
of us, with the rest of the crew in the back ...  way back, since all of
them smoked (a wide variety of things.)

   The flight back was interesting.  About that time, the airlines were
starting to show in flight movies, and they showed a Disney movie about a
Volkswagen.  I got caught up in Cora's sense of wonder and mirth.  After
the movie and meal, the lights were turned down, we pushed back the
adjoining seat arm, and Cora stretched out across my lap, pulled a blanket
over her, and went to sleep.

   Daisy was with me again.  She slowly was swallowing me.  Warm, soft, so
good.  I was delighted.  Slowly the world came back.  Cora was covered up
totally by our blanket.  The cabin lights were dim.  Every one else was
asleep.  My fly was open with Corzon's face close by, but still sleepy, I
laid back, and drifted off.  Tomorrow was another day.  Aunt Millie would
meet us at LAX in an old Volkswagen, of all things, and our life would take
a new turn.

   The transit through LAX customs went slow but smooth.  We met up with
Aunt Millie at the baggage claim, and after her hugging not only Corazon,
myself, and Uncle Jake, but the whole crew (they all knew her from the pool
party Barbeques), the three of us finally trundled off to the parking
garage.  When we finally arrived at the old VW bus, Corazon burst out in
laughter.  "Aunt Millie, you are a Hippie!" The VW bus, which a nephew had
given to her, was an antique from the late sixties and was decorated in
peace symbols and flowers.

   I'll skip the drive home, and settling in at home.  Corazon started into
special classes to help her adjust to the change in schooling.  Life
settled into a routine.  Cora and Aunt Millie shared a bedroom on one side
of the house, just off of the kitchen.  I had the large master bedroom on
the other side of the house, with it's own private entrance.  It was a good
arrangement in some ways, because when at home, I could come home from late
work hours without disturbing them.

   We settled into a family routine, Cora with school and new friends in
the neighborhood, me with working too many hard long hours, and Aunt Millie
always looking after both of us.  Or so I thought.  I always nagged Aunt
Mille about replacing her old VW.  I knew she could afford it, I even
offered to buy her a new van.  She always refused.  So, the next best thing
was to grab it from her every three months and take it to the garage for a
bumper to bumper, the best anyone could do!  About two months after
Corazon's twelfth birthday they were coming home from the grocery store,
and they were T-boned on the driver's side of the old VW bus, by a drunk
driver.  Aunt Millie died on the way to the hospital.  My little Corazon
was belted in and only shaken up.

   Again, to shorten my story, Uncle Jake and the whole crew were at the
funeral.  In the aftermath, Uncle Jake and all of my friends that I had
worked with with for so many years did our best to help my little darling.
We had made several contracts that I was absolutely committed to complete,
which kept me away for almost two months after the burial, so everyone
helped out staying with Cora when I was gone, including Uncle Jake, a
committed bachelor.  Considering that he felt uncomfortable around children
for more than a few hours, I considered this a brave effort on his part.

   When I finally came home, Corzon and I spent the first night going
though Aunt Millie's things.  We packed up mementos for Aunt Millie's
nieces and nephews, and the rest for charity.  It was a hard job for us
both.  That night, after supper, and a lot of crying and hugging, when I
was in the shower, naked little Corazon pulled back the shower curtain, and
slipped in.  I was first aware of her when she picked up the bath scrubber
that I had dropped, and started scrubbing my back.  It felt good, and very
natural until ....  I felt her small hand sliding up and down the crack of
my ass.  She slid her small soapy hand slowly down the crack of my ass and
pressed her finger tip against my button hole.  My winkle had been hanging
limp until that moment of unexpected contact.  As I looked down at it, it
when up to full mast like a hydraulic pump had kicked in.  She slowly
slipped around, and took my winkle into her mouth.  As she slipped my
engorged cock past the gag point of her throat, she started to fit, one by
one, all of her fingers into my button hole.

   It became a mixture of extremes.  Here was my little girl, my whole life
and passion for living, swallowing my cock, while she was raping my
asshole. She forced her fist up my hole, and began pumping rapidly.  I
totally lost myself in the moment, grabbing the back of her head, rapidly
shoving my cock in and out of that gag point in her throat, the tightest
most cock gripping thing I have ever felt.  I knew she was starving for
air, but I could not stop trying to shove my dick all the way into her
stomach.  All this while, her tiny hand was pumping in and out of me.  As
she pumped faster, so did I.  The world slowed and stopped for us.  She
pumped her hurt in and out of me, for leaving her alone with strangers at a
time when, after Auntie died, she needed me so much, and I pumped my
loneliness in and out of her throat.

   I finally convulsed, my cock was buried deeply into her throat, way past
the swallow point.  I started shooting my seed into my own daughter's
stomach straight down her esophagus, all the while her fist was pumping
ever faster in and out of my asshole.  We were raping each other.  We
finally collapsed, totally spent, her anger burned out.  I turned off the
water, picked up my dear one, and carried her to what was to become our
bed. We fell sleep glued to each other.  Her story of Uncle Jake was yet to
come.

   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 knew 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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