Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 14:24:13 +0800 (WST) From: Paul Hart Subject: The Introduction Part 2 The Introduction Part 2 The ice was broken as far as the family were concerned, Simon had been at work behind the scenes of course and I began to feel a measure of acceptance. Meanwhile sex with Simon was a constant attraction, negotiating our time together without arousing suspicions was another thing, nevertheless there were the occasional long lazy afternoons when I submitted eagerly to his attentions, then those occasional snatched encounters when with practised hands he would swiftly divest me of clothing in some quiet nook then take his pleasure as I bent over, buttocks offered....sex again with another man....oh joy, and I knew for certain that I'd never be able to relinquish that pleasure...never...just the feel of his penis in my hands, hot and silky smooth, and its taste as my tongue savoured the glossy tip - all this enhanced by the knowledge that should I wish, this gorgeous object would skilfully probe my cheeks to ride high and proud deep within! There was of course another consideration, my wife Margaret...for as her brother continued to use me so my own desire for her body lessened...and she was highly sexed...I suppose we got by but things weren't that satisfactory either. Things did come to a head in the next few weeks..and the results were quite - interesting - I suppose. This curious family had various elements and connections strung out all over Sydney and rural New South Wales, one branch in fact hailed from a farm long since abandoned, their roots remained fixed there however with a few surviving members still subsisting in the area. Someone had the idea of a family reunion, I heard this debated. It was also the first time that I heard the name "Uncle Robert" mentioned and in such terms that I afterwards questioned my wife "Oh him, there's long been bad feeling between him and Dad - no one knows why!" So I left it at that. Eventually we all arrived at the little town's one Motel and prepared for events that first evening. This was an opportunity for Margaret to dress up and she'd come well prepared, figure hugging silk dress and slightly risqué cleavage (nothing extreme or her Mother would have complained) but she wore no bra beneath it. I recall casually admiring the set of her small breasts as she slipped the skirt over her head...then the decision was made, suspender belt, not tights and no panties. All fine by me and besides I was still savouring my last encounter with Simon and feeling pleasantly sore you-know-where! The crowd in that church hall was pretty much what you would expect, a very mixed bunch comprised of some rather affluent members, then well-to-do orchardists and last the struggling artisans. One after another they came to inspect us and offer well wishes and then things settled into the usual routine of dances and drinks. Both Margaret and I had arrived at the punch bowl laid on by a local and I recall her leaning forward across the table to help herself. Obviously Margaret and I were newcomers and she in particular stood out with her slender girlish charm and lovely little figure, so it was no surprise we were immediately identified by the man opposite. "Don and Margaret, you must be - and I'm Margaret's uncle Robert!" He effusively leaned forward in greeting, he was a very large individual and I noted the size of his hands in particular. In mid greeting he froze and I saw the direction of his gaze...at that angle Margaret's dress would have allowed him full view of her two shapely little breasts...he continued to stare until abruptly pulling himself together he lapsed into small talk. Eventually he wandered off. After he'd gone I casually mentioned "Your uncle Robert - he was busy getting an eyeful...down your dress!" "Nonsense!" she snapped back, obviously annoyed, so I left it and wandered off. Shortly after as I was chatting with Simon I saw Margaret leave the Hall to be followed almost immediately by uncle Robert, so now curious and with Simon in tow, I too followed. It was a clear night and I could easily hear their footsteps, which suddenly stopped. Suddenly cautious I withdrew into shadow, as did Simon then edged forward. They were in a small clearing, Margaret with her back to a tree and facing uncle Robert eyes wide and her body rigid. As we watched his huge hands came up, paused and then deftly divested her shoulders of the dress..in the moonlight her glorious torso shone palely, exquisitely sculpted little breasts lifting darker nipples high and jutting proudly. Uncle Robert swore and continued "Lovely, just lovely...hope your Dad appreciates his little girl?" Margaret didn't answer but turned her head slightly as those huge hands got to work, each cupping a breast they moved in unison as if to masturbate, occasionally he would stop to admire her half naked body, then again he'd fondle and caress...until obviously sure of his timing, I saw him reach down between her legs, clearly I heard it - that squelch of a well lubricated pussy! "Ah yes, that's about right my little pet, my little wet beauty, oh if only your Dad could see you now!". Margaret stared blankly back then suddenly her body lifted and she jerked back against the tree, a brief pause and she jerked again, eyes now shut and the penny dropped...uncle Robert was in her and was now busy enjoying my wife! I became aware of Simon, feverishly his hands groped me, eyes fixed upon what was being done to his sister then aroused in turn, I fastened upon his offered penis. The scenario changed slightly, Margaret's eyes opened and she glanced down to where uncle Robert's hands held her aloft beneath her thighs as he pushed her back against the tree, he was taking her with short slow strokes obviously intent on prolonging matters. Occasionally he would pause, then thrust from another direction to derive full enjoyment - then I saw her hands and incredibly, each began toying at a nipple. "God you sexy little doll, like uncle Robert to keep going?" She silently mouthed something and her eyes closed again. I had no idea that Simon would be so influenced by the sight of what was being done to his sister, nor can I explain my own excitement for vaguely I recall the warmth of his ejaculation yet instantly he was hard again, then it was my turn to cum in his hand. When next I looked at the couple, Margaret's face tensed and her lips parted - she had cum! Relaxing again she continued to jerk back and forth, back and forth but this time she had managed to place her hands on Uncle Robert's shoulders for support and was busy lifting her little body up and down as he thrust up and into her. So vigorous were his thrusts by now that those lovely firm breasts began to jiggle in unison. Suddenly uncle Robert stiffened, through clenched teeth he said "So, so, here it is....into you, little beauty, yessss...here it comes...up, up oh God!" He shuddered and shuddered. It wasn't the end...Uncle Robert had her again before our eyes and Margaret began to flush pink, biting her lip hard to suppress her own arousal she let him enjoy her...little knowing the enjoyment she had also provided to Simon and myself!