CBT POV Teasing

Using condoms or other measures?” For the first time since he sat down, he showed a hint of a smile, “She’s on the pill. I never threw out Carrie’s pill pack so I gave it to Donna. That’s good for a couple months more, when those run out, she can call in and tell the clinic she is Carrie. Refills for the pill can be done without a visit to the clinic and I know the code words to make them think she is her mother. After that, if she needs more, she’ll be eighteen and can get them legally.” As I faced my brother he became less and less perverted in my eyes. After two beers and a long conversation I was over my shock pov and aversion. I was becoming less repulsed by the idea that my brother was fucking my niece but I had to ask, “Does Donna know that I know, what you two are doing?” “Not yet.” “Not yet? You’re going to tell her?” “Thinking about it; it might be better for you and her if there are no secrets between you two. She thinks the world of you and if she tried to keep the secret, she might not be able to relate to you openly or without shame. You’re her favorite uncle; we shouldn’t fuck that up.” “I’m her only uncle.” “No, remember, Carrie has a brother, but we never talk to, or about him. He’s an asshole.” Three days later my niece called me while I was on my lunch break, “Uncle Ken, do you oral have time to talk?” “Yeah, I’ve got a few minutes.” I heard her take a calming breath then she said “Dad says you know about us.” “I saw you in his bed.” Her voice dropped lower, I could barely hear her, “Can I come over? I need to talk about this.” “Donna, you never have to ask if you can come over, of course you can, anytime.” “Okay, after school tonight.” She hung up. I ordered a blonde pizza when Donna came into the condo then she and I had dinner while she gave me her amateur side of the incestuous story; how she came to be her dad’s lover. “He got drunk one night, even more drunk than usual and was talking to my mom as if she were sitting beside him. He needed to go to bed so I took him to his room and made him get undressed then into bed. I started to go to my room but he grabbed my arm and told me to come to bed with him. I laid beside him then dad started touching me and talking to my mom again. He reached under my nightgown and tried to pull off my panties but I stopped him and got off the bed. He looked at me and asked ‘Carrie, where are you going?’ I saw what he felt, he looked rejected, like he needed tits my mom but she turned him down. I stood by him and I thought that if I went, he might think he lost her twice and be even more depressed. That’s when I pulled my underpants off and went back to bed with him. Dad turned me away from him then had sex with me, only it wasn’t me, his daughter; I was mom, his wife, he was with her again. He angled his cock up and down, side to side, in circles, all his best moves, and she took it all. After a while of that I sat back on my legs pull her up cupping her small tits .She was impaled on my cock ,her juices dripping out of her like oral a stream. They’d dated in High School and then Betty got knocked up her senior year, so Emmitt did the noble thing and pov eloped, marrying the only girl he’d ever fucked. Then she rose up me. She lifted her convulsing twat up my cock. “Anyone besides me want a drink?” Mom asked as she headed for the fridge. “Dance with him Cassie.” He said, and his smile faded. The steel of his cockring was bruising the top surface of my ass-rim as it pushed unevenly against it while he screwed himself deep inside me, and the rhythmic pressure was starting to feel good even while it hurt me. The shock was beginning to wear off and my sphincter started to grow used to accommodating Tony, unknowingly as he stirred my ass wider in cruelty he began to make blonde my hole feel hot and tingly. Why don’t you just tell me what’s so wrong?” I didn't really contemplate what he meant, I was just relieved he would not be chopping my cock off. Ropes kept him spread out. She was perfect, head to toe. I gasp and I see a woman looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I’ve seen her before a regular traveller, I am sure she knows what tits is happening and will see me on this train again, I could ask for her help, but I gasp again and avert my eyes. She then bent 90 amateur degrees at the waist, hair flipping forward, to dry the back. I didn't need to move slowly. But, she also helped out a bit in the kitchen and so Helen was encouraged to spread her wings in meal preparations, and we got several time consuming specialties over the next two days, such as pan fried black pepper and flour basted chicken and potato salad. “I learned it from your aunt... she really enjoyed sex, hence her running off with a guy 10 years younger than her and leaving me with the kids.” Jesus, she was asking for a vibrator! “Four more to go.” I said as I got up and then back down onto my hands. I hope we are because I think the lady, I’m introducing you to will put a smile on your face. He then sat down in a chair in the middle of the room.