Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 19:17:25 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Aunt and Uncle Love Me (bisexual / incest, g/MF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest between
a young girl and her aunt and uncle.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.

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                Aunt and Uncle Love Me
                          By
                         Jan

	As a young girl my mother was getting a divorce
and I was sent to stay with her older brother and his
wife for the summer.  I was thrilled about going to
their farm for the summer.  I could never tell my
mother why.

	From as early as I could remember every time
Uncle Bill visited us he would find a way to get me
alone and put his finger in my little crack and rub me.
It felt good but I knew it was supposed to be wrong
to let anyone touch me down there.  That was what I
was thinking about as the bus was taking me west
from our farm to Calgary.

	When the bus finally arrived at the town my
aunt and uncle lived in I retrieved my suitcase from
the bus driver and walked to the front of the bus
station.  I saw Uncle Bill standing next to his old Ford
pickup on the driver's side.  Aunt Grace was sitting in
the truck.

	Bill ran around and hugged me and picked up my
luggage and tossed them into the back of the pickup
bed.  Grace got out of the truck and hugged me.  She
ushered me into the truck so that I would be sitting
between them.  Grace had to slam the door to get it
closed.

	Aunt Grace was a tiny woman.  She was just
four feet tall.  She had a small face.  If it were not
for her size 33-B cup breasts she would look like a
young girl.  I was to learn that both of them loved
children more than adults.  The reason Uncle Bill
married Grace was because it was like he was
marrying a child.

	On the drive to the ranch Grace asked about
what the news was from home and the normal stuff
about how I was doing in school.  She also wanted to
know if I had a boyfriend yet.  My responses were
typical, school was boring and the boys were drips.

	Uncle Bill's truck had a manual floor shift that
required that he move the stick between my legs.  I
had to set so that my legs were straddling the stick.
When the truck got out of town and headed towards
their home he simply rested his hand on my inner
thigh.  I felt uncomfortable about him touching me
like that.  I gave Aunt Grace a little glance to see if
she noticed what he was doing.

	Aunt Grace was bubbling on about everything
she read in the day's paper.  It was as if she didn't
have anyone to talk to and was going to tell me
everything she knew before we got home.  She even
looked at his hand and simply put her hand on the
other thigh and squeezed the soft muscle on the
inner thigh a little.  I was getting a tingling feeling in
my pussy like it would feel when I rubbed it with my
fingers at night.

	When the truck turned onto the dirt road
headed west I was amazed how far it was from the
front gate to the ranch house.  I came from a small
farm that the milk barn was practically next to the
house.  You could smell cow manure all the time.  This
place was so large that all you saw was wheat fields in
all directions.  The barn was massive and was a long
ways from the house.  On the south side of it was
another building with a shed roof.  This was just for
all the farm machinery.  The yard was full of chickens
running wild.  The chickens gathered around the truck
when we got out because they expected to be fed.

	Uncle Bill carried the luggage upstairs to a
bedroom on the second floor near the front of the
house.  He put them on the twin bed and showed me
the closet space for my stuff.  He pointed out the
empty drawers in the dresser that I could use.  As he
was leaving he felt my ass and gave it a little squeeze.

	In a few minutes Aunt Grace entered the room
with fresh towels in her arms.  She showed me the
bathroom between this bedroom and the master
bedroom.  There were three other small rooms on the
second floor.  One was made up into a nursery.  One
was made into an office and the last was a sewing
room for Grace.

	Grace told me that she was two and a half
months pregnant.  She eventually had three girls and
one boy.  As they grew up and I baby sat for them I
found out that Uncle Bill and Aunt Grace taught them
all to be excellent lovers.  But their parents lost
interest in them sexually as they became adults.

	The summer routine went like this, up early to
help Grace make a big breakfast for Bill.  Working in
the fields all day burns a lot of fuel. Then we cleaned
the house and fed the chickens.

	When the chores were finished Grace and I
would sit on the porch and knit or crochet.  We
talked almost non-stop.  Grace was like a big sister to
me.  We gathered eggs from the barn and played in
the hay.  The barn had a pair of big barn owls in the
rafters.  They looked like golden-brown sentries that
would attack anything that moved but hardly moved.
I knew that our noise was just disturbing their sleep.
When we were in the barn Grace would find ways to
be near me and touch me.  I would respond by tickling
her and we would fall into the hay laughing.

	When the sun set in the west it turned the
clear skies a pinkish color, Uncle Bill would return
from the fields.  He would park the tractor in the
barn before beating the dust off his clothes.  As he
walked up to the porch he would stomp the dust from
his boots.  As he passed me he would smell of a mix
of sweat, dirt and alfalfa.

	He would head right for the mudroom on the
back porch and undress.  He was not shy about
walking through the house naked.  He would go
upstairs and shower and put on clean clothes before
coming down for supper.  After dinner he would go
into the living room and read his paper.

	When Grace and I would finish the dishes, we
would join him in the living room.  We would work on
our crochet some more.  That was before everyone in
rural areas had TV's so the old RCA radio cabinet was
the central piece of furniture in the room.  The
programs were things like the Lux (soap) Theater and
Jack Benny Show.  When Bill was finished with his
paper he would make a big deal about wanting me to
sit on his lap.

	He was so sweet when I would cuddle up in his
lap and he would stroke my hair.  As he would cuddle
with me he would put his hand on my leg and squeeze
it a little.  As the days passed I accepted the way he
was touching me as normal.  He would rest his hand on
my thigh and run it under my dress a little farther
every night.  Finally he put his hand on the worn
cotton panties and let it rest there as we listened to
the radio.

	Grace hardly looked up from her crocheting as
Uncle Bill got bolder.  He would finally pull the leg of
my panties aside and rub my crack until my pussy
would feel warm and wet.

	Later that night I heard noise coming from
their bedroom when I got up to pee.  I went closer
and looked through the old skeleton keyhole.  I saw
Bill standing beside the bed and Grace was on her
back with her legs on his shoulders and he was
slamming his hips into her fanny.  They were both
sweating and she was begging him to fuck her baby
pussy.

	While I watched them I rubbed my pussy
through my nightie until they finished and he turned
out the light and they covered up.  I went back to my
room and lay there thinking about what I had seen.  I
put my hand under my cotton nightie and rubbed the
little button at the top of the crack.  I fell asleep
after several climaxes.

	The next morning I slept late.  I woke up when
the door opened.  Grace looked around the door and
said, "Good morning sleepy head.  Bill has left for
work and the dishes were done."

	She came into the room and sat on the edge of
the bed and brushed the hair from my face.  I
apologized for over sleeping and tried to get up.
Grace pushed me back onto the bed and kissed my
lips.  The kiss lingered and her tongue opened my
mouth and felt around in my mouth.  I was getting
that wet feeling between my legs again.

	Grace pulled the covers down then took hold of
the hem of my nightie and pulled it up my body and
over my head.  I was lying there with the morning air
chilling my body.  Grace sat back and looked at my
body.  She stood up and pulled her simple cotton
dress over her head.  The body was no bigger than
mine was but her body was all woman.  Her tiny waist
flared out into womanly hips.  Her tummy had not
started to swell yet that I could see.  Her small
breasts were just right for her little frame.  The
brown hair hung down her back almost to her waist.
The bra was simple and her nipples made a round
bulge in the material.  She unhooked the bra from
behind and caught the cups in her hands as it fell
forward.  She laid it on the bed and I looked at her
tiny mature breasts.  Her areola were not much
bigger round that a quarter.  The nipples were just
off center, low and near the outside of the oval.  I
held my breath as she put her fingers in the
waistband of her panties as she pulled them down
slowly.  I had seen my Mom's pubis many times.  Hers
was a hairy triangle between her legs, Grace did not
have a hair on hers and the skin looked as smooth as
mine.  I wanted to reach out and touch her and feel
her flesh.

	Grace pushed me over and lay down next to me.
She pressed her body next to mine and kissed me
again.  She put her hand over my flat chest and
rubbed me nipples in a little circular motions.  She
put a leg over my leg and spread my legs open.  Then
she felt my flesh down my rib cage until her hand
moved over the hipbone.  She felt the soft bulge of
my lower tummy.  She put her finger in my pussy and
felt for my little nub of a clitoris.  She slid her finger
through the valley getting her finger wet.  I laid
there under her hand and climaxed.  I closed my legs
on her hand so she could not move it anymore.

	Then Grace moved down and sucked my breasts.
It tickled me a little as she did it.  She left a wet
trail down my body.  When she got to my crack she
licked me for the longest time.  I thought I was going
to die it felt so damned good.  She turned around and
straddled my head.  I was looking up at her pussy.  I
knew what she wanted and lifted my head up and
kissed her.  She was very wet.  When I tasted her
clitoris it throbbed in my mouth.  I was amazed how
far my tongue went into her canal.  I don't think I
ever felt all of it.  But just the same I must have
been doing something right.  Because she started
moaning and it seemed like fluid was leaking out of
her pussy.  Then she turned around and gathered me
in her arms and kissed me on the mouth.  As we
rested I asked her why she didn't have any hair
between her legs like Mom.

	Grace told me that she shaved it every morning
and put lotion on it to keep it soft.  Your Uncle Bill
only likes very young girls.  If I let my pubic hair
grow he doesn't even get a hard-on when he looks at
it.  As long as I look like a 10-year-old he wants to
have sex with me.

	Right now he is courting you like a new lover.  He
will want you sexually until you're too old.  It is up to
you if you want to have sex with him or not.  If you
don't want to just let me know.

	I had to think about this I had never had sex
with any male before.  If Aunt Grace was any sample
I was in for a great time.  Grace let me sleep it off
while she went about cleaning and cooking.

	I got up in the afternoon and just walked down
stairs with nothing on.  Grace looked up and smiled at
me.  I helped her do the housework and enjoyed Aunt
Grace's hands on my body.  I put on sandals to go out
to feed the chickens.  When Grace and I sat down to
crochet we sat close together so she could play with
me when she felt like it.  I got so horny that I knelt
in front of her and spread her legs and found that
she had no panties on.  I licked her until she grabbed
my head and held me tightly against her pussy.

	I was still sucking Aunt Grace's pussy in the
evening when Uncle Bill came home and shook the
dust of the field off his clothes I looked at him and
smiled. He rushed in to shower.  When he came down
he was completely naked.  Grace and I sat the table
after Grace removed her dress.  The three of us ate
dinner quietly contemplating what was to come.

	As usual Bill went in to read the paper while
Grace and I did the dishes.  Aunt Grace patted me on
the ass with a wet soapy hand and told me to go on
and have a good time.  I will finish the dishes.

	Uncle Bill had the paper open across his lap
when I went into the living room and sat on Uncle
Bill's lap.  He was forced to set the paper aside.  So
as the Mystery Theater told a tail of murder and
intrigue Uncle Bill moved me around so that his dick
was between my legs.  The head stuck above my legs
and it was dripping pre-cum, I was to learn.

	He sucked my little nipples until I felt like my
pussy was itching and I wanted to scratch it.  But
Uncle Bill would not let me do that.  He toyed with me
until Aunt Grace came in and sat in her rocker and
picked up her knitting.

	Uncle Bill picked me up by the hips and placed
my legs on either side of his hips and lowered me
down until my pussy was over his stiff dick.  As I slid
down on it, I winced in pain and he stopped lowering
me.

	Aunt Grace jumped up and got some Vaseline
and buttered his shaft as he lifted me up.  Then he
lowered me again.  It went in much easier this time
but when it reached my hymen I winced again.  Uncle
Bill whispered that it would be over quickly.  As he
lowered me down until I felt a stabbing pain.  It was
over and I slid down until I could feel his pubic hair
pressed against my ass.  When he lifted me up a little
the Vaseline was left in a circle around the base of
the shaft like a roll.  And as the shaft became visible
the coating was streaked with my virginal blood.  Aunt
Grace returned and knelt between his legs and licked
up the blood like it was wine to her.  Uncle bill waited
until she was finished before he started lifting me up
and down on the shaft.  I felt sore for awhile, but
finally the feeling changed and I was enjoying it a lot.
I climaxed before Uncle Bill did.

	Uncle Bill was not far behind me.  My pussy
muscles were jerking uncontrollably, as I felt gobs of
cum fill me up.  Aunt Grace was licking it up as fast as
it leaked out of me.

	That was the last night I spent in the front
bedroom.  The rest of my stay was in the master
bedroom.



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