Incest/Taboo I've Been Set Up

The way I see it, life has a way of setting you up. Even when you see it coming, and can't do a damn fucking thing about it. Looking back, I saw it coming then and didn't do a thing about it, though in hindsight, what could I have done? Some things are just simply out of our control.

At least that's what I told myself.

A little background then. My name is Jake. I'm thirty-four years of age, reasonably attractive looking, or so I'm told. Not quite six feet, with brown eyes, sort of blondish hair (though I think that's due to spending so much time sitting out on my back porch writing during the day). I'm not famous or anything, far from it. But the little bit of writing I do, along with some of the artwork I sell pays the bills. Enough so that three years ago I bought a nice little place on the beach. Secluded just enough to give me the privacy I wanted, especially when I'm writing. It's not a big place either, only three bedrooms, though one of which I had turned into my arts studio. The very first year I had moved in, I wasn't at all surprised when my older sister along with her husband (at the time) and the twins came for a weeks visit. Darla and Carla were just sixteen years old that first year, but it had been two years since I had seen them last. To say they had changed a lot during that time would be an understatement. The thing that I had always found interesting, though they were twins, you wouldn't know it to look at them. Sure, they had similarities, the typical 'family' aspects, many of which they got from my sister Jackie. But beyond that, they were about as different as night and day.

I poured myself a second cup of coffee and walked out onto the deck to watch the tide going out. I'd just gotten off the phone a short time ago with my sister. The twins were anxious and excited to be coming out to spend two weeks with me during spring break. And God help me...so was I.

Darla was the taller of the two by at least two inches standing about five foot eight. She had long dark shoulder length hair, brown eyes with a slender figure, though she certainly had full breasts, and what I like to think of having as a cute tight 'bubble-butt' that she too often enjoyed showing off, especially whenever she'd been around me.

Darla had one of those class A personalities. She was outgoing, friendly, certainly popular beyond measure, and according to my sister, she'd been Boy Crazy from a very early age. I remembered when they were little, how Darla always seemed to be the one that was stirring up mischief, and one way or the other, ensuring that her twin sister was somehow involved.

Carla was just the opposite in so many ways. Carla always had been the shy one, even around me. She seemed to have an almost permanent blush on her face, especially around boys, or whenever she was with her sister, who'd be going on about this or that, which would inevitably, for whatever reason, cause Carla some consternation about the way her sister was currently acting.

I'd always thought both girls attractive in their own way. Sure, Darla had more of the finer features of a true beauty, but she knew it too...and used that. Carla carried a bit more weight, and though some might think her a bit more plump than her sister, in my mind at least...it wasn't enough to make any big deal over. For one thing, Carla had slightly larger breasts, though of course even from an early age, she made a point to try and hide that particular aspect. Darla would wear fairly revealing bikinis, especially that first year they came here to visit. I never saw Carla wear anything other than a full piece suit, and even then, it was modestly fit to ensure that very little of her voluptuous looking cleavage was ever exposed.

Carla tended to wear her own 'dirty-blonde' hair fairly short, which I think didn't do her a whole lot of justice with her more rounded face. It was almost as though she made every attempt that she could to downplay her own beauty and attractiveness, especially whenever she was around her sister. It was almost ironic. I found my nieces shyness even more sexy and alluring than I did her sister's more obvious, flirtatious demeanor.

God... that had been a difficult week's visit for me the first time they had come out to stay. Like I said, Darla was just coming into her own back then, and I swear she was using me to test things out on, even with me being her Uncle. I'm just glad that Jackie was there to chaperone things, and reel Darla in from time to time, though she too found it very often funny that Darla had at times made me blush!

Somehow, we all made it through that first week, though I'll also be the one to openly admit it. I spent a lot of alone time in the bathroom during their stay.

The second visit was uniquely different. This time the girls came to spend part of their spring break with me, and for good reason. Jackie was unfortunately going through a very rough period with her husband at the time, which a short time later resulted in their eventual divorce. The girls...both girls, were a bit more subdued, though after a few days, Darla seemed to come out of her self imposed funk a bit more, and seemed more like her old former self. Especially during that last day and night of their stay, when "Uncle Jake" had to play the role of spoil-sport to some extent, calling out towards Darla to come back to the beach and put her bikini back on. The little shit had stood up out of the water just enough with nothing more than a smile on her face, forcing me to turn and head back into the house. Needless to say, I spent some time alone in the bathroom again.

I don't remember even seeing Carla wearing a swimsuit during that time. She seemed to spend most of her free time sitting in a lounge chair down near the beach reading books whenever her sister couldn't entice her, or virtually drag her into town to take in a movie or something.

And so here we were. Now nineteen, the twins would be arriving for their two-week stay tomorrow. My sister Jackie didn't have the luxury of a two week vacation because of her work. But she would be joining us during that final week. If I could somehow manage to survive by then. The fact that the girls were basically adults now, would make it considerably harder on me, trying to 'act the parent' around them. Jackie had already warned me over the phone that Darla spent a LOT of time out side sunbathing in the nude, and that I'd best be prepared for that. I frowned, realizing I'd probably be spending a lot more time inside and out during their stay than I would have preferred to. After all, I couldn't very well go out and demand that Darla cover herself up now any more could I? Though I also stood there realizing, I really didn't want to either.

A lot can happen in a year's time, and I don't think there's any better example of that, than the way the girls looked when they stepped off the plane. Darla was still Darla in many respects, though if anything she was even more of a true beauty now. To my surprise, she had cut her hair short, really short...what she soon after told me was her "Sassy" look. Once again an understatement. She had also died her hair, and though always dark, it was now jet-black, along with her eye and face make up. I didn't know much about the so-called "Gothic" look, but my sister had at least warned me ahead of time. As for Carla, well she had changed too. She wore her hair longer now, which seemed to suit and fit her better, though she'd left her own natural color in. And there was no mistaking it either...she had lost a little weight. Enough so to be immediately noticeable, especially through her face, which in my mind, made her look even more attractive and alluring, though that still shy smile of hers appeared as she leaned forward to give me a welcoming kiss. Another noticeable change I noticed as she did that. She was wearing a tee shirt that was a bit tighter fitting than I'd seen her in before. And...it was low cut just enough to actually show off a bit of cleavage, which if you knew Carla the way I knew Carla, wasn't usually in her nature to wear.

Darla had all but jumped up into my arms in greeting, kissing me fully on the lips, bags and baggage hitting the ground causing others who were standing around us to take notice. I could only imagine what they were thinking. Carla, once again blushing profusely, though once Darla had extricated her self off of me, coming over on her own accord to at least proffer me a bit of a more chaste kiss in greeting, though even then adding still yet a bit more color to her cheeks in doing so. However, this too was just one more subtle change in Carla that I had noticed. Never before now had she done that.

During the short drive back to the beach house, the girls filled me in on everything they'd been up to during the past year. Even Carla had joined in on the conversation this time, actually interrupting one of her sister's 'stories' in order to correct it. The fact that she had done so, and that Darla had smiled even as she did, said a lot. Things really had changed for these two, and all for the better hopefully, though I was quickly reminded in short order that Darla still maintained a bit of a devilish side to her.

"Uncle Jake?"

"Yes honey...what?" I asked looking over towards her. She had that 'tone' in her voice which for some damn reason always created this vision of her sitting there with this sexy-looking pout on her face, one finger pulling at her lip, eyes boring into you. It was a dangerous look. Even though I was the one creating it in my mind, I swore I'd actually seen her use it a time or two on me, which is probably where I got it from. Darla was sitting next to me in the passenger seat, with Carla sitting in the backseat looking out the window as we drove down the coastal highway.

"Are you gay?"

If I hadn't been so focused on my driving, I think I would have driven us off the road. Even then, I know I slowed, though it was Carla who had actually spoken from the backseat before I did.

"Jesus Darla!" Carla had a certain tone too. And she used it whenever she was truly disgusted, or upset with her sister.

Hearing Carla cuss surprised me almost as much as what Darla had just asked me, lengthening my pause before finally responding.

"No!" I exclaimed once again looking over towards her. "And why would you ask that anyway?" I ventured trying to sound not quite angry, but more manly for some reason.

"Cause we never hear about you having a girl friend, or that you've invited anyone to come stay, or live with you...that's why."

I'm not sure I'd call that a justifiable reason for her comment, but she had a point whether it was real or imagined.

"I've had girlfriends. Plenty of them. Just didn't seem to be dating any of them when you've came to visit before I guess. In fact, I was seeing a girl quite regularly up until a couple of weeks ago when she moved down to San Diego to pursue her modeling career."

"Uh huh," Darla said sounding unconvinced.

Once again I looked at her, glaring a little this time perhaps, though likewise taking a glance in the rear view mirror at Carla who caught my eyes. She actually smiled, rolling her eyes as though sharing this miniscule disgust with her sister at even thinking something like that. I think it was the most intimate moment the two of us had ever shared.

I was more relieved and grateful when five minutes later we'd arrived. I helped the girls carry their bags into the spare bedroom. As always, they'd be sharing a rather large king sized bed together, which neither one of them seemed to mind. They'd been sharing a room together for years now anyway, so it wasn't as though they weren't used to doing that. When Jackie arrived, I'd let her have my room, and would temporarily at least, take up residence on the couch. I really didn't mind that so much either. I think I had actually spend more time sleeping there, than I had in my own bed.

As expected, the girls hurriedly changed and immediately headed outside and then down to the beach to spend the better part of the afternoon sunbathing. Unexpected...was seeing Carla run by, following her sister. She was wearing a bikini.

I sat out on the deck pretending to read a book myself, one eye on the girls just a few short yards away, as they frolicked in the water together briefly before rushing back up to the beach where their beach towels were spread out waiting for them. Obviously, I had seen Darla in a bikini before, but I'm not sure that what she was currently wearing could even be technically called a bikini. And I wondered what my sister would think if she knew her daughter was even wearing this. Though I was just as quickly reminded of the fact, in agreement with it or not...Darla wasn't to be considered a child any more either. I heard myself sigh audibly upon realizing that. It was apt to be a long week.

And I know the little shit knew what she was doing as she bent over, spreading out her already spread out beach towel again. With her back turned towards me, I got a full view of those perfect twin ass cheeks of hers. And I mean ass cheeks too. There wasn't a bit of material in any way shape or form that was covering either one of them. Just this bright red strip of nothingness that seemed to disappear into her ass-crack briefly before making a reappearance at an equally thin line running around her waist.

Once she had spread out her towel, she turned slightly, now looking over towards where I sat. There was no mistaking it in my mind at least...that little show of hers had definitely been for me. But the show wasn't over with either. I watched as her hands came up and behind herself, and before I knew it, her equally small top suddenly came away in her hands. She dropped it. Though I don't really remember seeing that. All I remember seeing for a brief moment was her full breasts, each one capped with delicious looking dark colored nipples. I looked away, not wanting to catch her look back towards me again, which I was sure she'd be doing. I gave it a count of three before looking back her way again. She was laying down now, face up towards the water. Her breasts fully revealed in all their glory. It was impossible NOT to be looking at them, which is also when I suddenly realized that Carla was sitting on her beach towel looking at me.

I felt like some kind of a pervert. I smiled, standing up and prepared to go back inside the house looking for some excuse to do so. Carla had in fact smiled back at me, but even at this distance, I saw that all too familiar blush spreading across her face. It was a look that almost said, "I know Uncle Jake...it's not your fault."

I walked through the sliding glass doors into the kitchen, looked down, and saw what looked like a tent pole sticking out of my own tight fitting shorts. There was no way in hell that Carla could have possibly missed that.

It was time for a long cold shower.

The sun would be setting shortly. I had burgers on the grill for dinner, and the girls had thrown together some potato salad to go along with. And though they were still wearing their bikinis, both Darla and Carla had put on some wraps as well. Bad enough I was still looking at an abundance of well-rounded cleavage from both girls, but at least I wouldn't be staring at Darla's bare cheeks. The thing was...I found myself stealing even more frequent glances in Carla's direction, and worse...caught myself playing stupid "look down the blouse games" when I should have known better.

Jackie had told me earlier than she'd been allowing the girls a glass or two of wine with dinner for quite some time now. Well aware of that, I had picked up several bottles of wine to have on hand during their stay here. I had opened one, and then moved over to where the girls sat at the outside picnic table as they sat mixing up the last few ingredients for the potato salad. I leaned over to pour, acting like their waiter as the girls held up their glasses for me to fill. First Darla's, and then Carla's. As I did that, I got perhaps the best unintended view (initially) of Carla's breasts. So full and inviting from my vantage point, with only the barest hint of what I could have sworn was a pinkish colored areola peeking up at me. I gained sanity long enough to realize I had nearly over-filled her glass.

"Ooops!" I grinned dumbly, trying to sound playful in the process, though I again think I caught Carla looking down at herself as I turned away. "Dumb fuck!" I said to myself, feeling really sheepish now and even more perverted. I could only hope that she didn't think I was actually trying to get a good look down her bikini top, even though that's exactly what I had been doing. I heard one of the patio chairs scooting across the deck. I looked up as I stood there flipping burgers in time to see Carla stand.

"I think I'll go in and change," she stated. "It's starting to get a little colder outside," she finished.

"Shit!" I said smiling, silently swearing at myself. Maybe she had noticed, or at least suspected what I'd been staring at. Darla on the other hand looked up at her sister as though she were crazy. Even with the sun setting soon, it was easily in the high eighty's outside. "Ok, burgers are about ready though," I said trying to sound normal, once again smiling at my niece, though now worried the smile on my face was causing me to look even more idiotic than I already felt. Carla merely nodded her head at me, heading into the house, though I caught an obvious blush in her cheeks as she did so.

Thank God nothing else happened that was awkward or uncomfortable the rest of the evening. We shared a nice dinner together, another glass of wine (or two) and actually had a few good laughs talking about previous visits. I actually breathed a sigh of relief when I turned into sleep that night.

Little did I know what was about to happen, or how thoroughly things were about to change because of it.

I only had one bathroom. Needless to say, it was on a first-come first served basis, though I had asked early on, that things be kept down to fifteen minutes in the morning, until everyone had had a chance to use it. I heard the shower come on, and had a pretty good idea that it was Darla who was in there. For as long as I'd known the girls, Darla had always been the first one up, and Carla had always been the one that you had to almost pull out of bed. The way my house sat, the bathroom was sandwiched between my bedroom and the one in which the girls were staying in. Further on down the hall you'd eventually run into the main sitting room, and the kitchen area just off of that. The master bedroom, which was now actually my studio, was on the other side, and had a nice private little porch, balcony where I very often sat and either painted, or spent some time writing.

As I began to pass by the girls bedroom door, I noticed two things. One, it was actually ajar a good inch or so. Darla must have failed to close it all the way when she got up to take her shower. Two...was the sound of a sob, or what certainly sounded like a sob at first, which basically stopped me in my tracks. "Is she crying? Why would Carla be crying?" I now asked myself. All sorts of horrible thoughts now racing through my head all at once. Maybe I had caused or done more damage than I'd realized. I couldn't bare the thought that my niece might be thinking the worst of me, regretting the fact that she was now forced to be here. Now I really felt like hell. And that was about to get worse. Far worse.

With the door open just a crack, I decided to confirm my worst suspicions. Perhaps later when we were alone, we could sit down and discuss this, patch things up...get things back to normal and where they belonged. I put my eye to the door, intending to do so only briefly, quickly. What I thought was the sound of my niece sobbing was entirely different, what I now heard, and saw seemed to have paralyzed me for a moment. Pure and utter disbelief as I tried to register everything all at once. Carla lay naked in the middle of the bed. Her head pressed well back against the pillow, one hand cupping one of her lovely breasts, fingers currently pinching and pulling on one of her thick fat nipples. The other? Obviously down between her legs as she furiously lay there finger-fucking herself, one leg bent at the knee, spread just wide enough that I could clearly see her bare pussy as she continued to assault herself. I have no idea how long I actually stood there. It couldn't have been long, but time seemed to have suddenly stopped for some reason. More importantly however...I hadn't heard the shower turn off, nor had I heard the bathroom door open when Darla suddenly stepped out.

"Uncle Jake?" Was all she asked, standing there just behind me, one towel wrapped around her head, the other around her body as she stood there clutching it to herself.

It really doesn't matter what I said, or even how I said it. I knew that my face was beet red. My hand had been caught in the proverbial cookie jar so to speak. I remember saying something, I think the word "Coffee" was amongst the words I used as I beat a hasty retreat towards the kitchen area. I remember hearing the bedroom door close with what sounded like a very purposeful sound behind it when it did.

I filled a carafe full of coffee and then took that with me into my studio. I closed the door, intending to spend the rest of the day in there if I had to. Perhaps even...the rest of the week.

An hour later I heard a soft knock on the door, followed by another. "Uncle Jake? We're going down to the beach. You want or need anything?" It was Darla of course. I'm not sure what I would have said or done had it been Carla standing on the other side.

"Ah...no. Thanks! I'm ah...going to be working in here for a while," I half stammered.

"Ok, have fun!" Darla called into me.

"What the hell did she mean by that?" I asked myself, paranoia coming through perhaps. Still...

I worked for an hour...doing absolutely nothing until I was sure at least that I'd given some measure of credibility to my being in here in the first place. Though I still didn't know what I'd think, or do...or say, once I came out and actually had to face the girls again. And then I wondered...."Maybe she didn't say...or even see anything? Was that even possible?" I mean after all, there was nothing to suggest anything, even when she'd stopped by earlier. Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe it was all in my head and that everything was just fine. Maybe.

I walked outside. Sure enough the girls were once again down on the beach taking in some sun. Darla was actually sitting up, and it was obvious, even though she had her back to me, that her top was off. I watched as she sat a bottle of lotion down next to her, and then turned, spreading the lotion within her hands as she did so. Only then as she did that, did I see Carla a bit more fully laying there next to her. She was topless as well as Darla suddenly began rubbing lotion into, and onto her sister's breasts.

"Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed, and then realized I had spoken the words, not just thought them. Darla turned enough to glance up to where I was standing there on the deck. Carla too had turned, though her hands came up to protectively cover her own breasts, though she made no other movement, nor was there any sort of look of disgust on her face either as her eyes caught mine.

"You'd better get used to it Uncle Jake," Darla informed me. "And it's not like you haven't seen a girls boobs before," she added to that.

"Maybe so," I answered back, surprised I'd even found the voice to be able to do so. "But there's a difference between my own nieces boobs, and those of another woman's," I stated in defense of myself.

"Oh? Since when?"

Darla had asked the question, but it was the two of them as they both turned, and then stood facing me together that made me speechless. I might have expected that out of Darla. But certainly not Carla. And especially since...she wasn't even blushing!

I waved them both off with an "Ok, you two win," sort of a flapping hand thing, though my hand was probably as speechless as I was. I headed back inside, with no idea why, or what I was going to do, only that I needed to somehow rationalize all this. Maybe I really was being an old fuddy-duddy here. I mean after all, they were my nieces, and we were all adults here and all that. And just because they didn't have any hang ups about being half naked, why then should I? The answer to that unfortunately was the very obvious bulge in my pants again. And I figured this time...they had both seen it.

We spent another nice evening together over dinner. I'd even managed to convince myself that I had been over reacting to everything, and that I simply needed to lighten up some and quit worrying about it. I opened another bottle of wine, and decided that maybe we all just needed to relax and enjoy one another's company. A bit too much wine later I think...along with some laughter and maybe even a bit of flirtatiousness between the three of us, Darla once again seemed to steer the conversation into a dangerous area. Though I'd been having way too much fun tonight spending time with the girls, and not really thinking about it.

"So how many girlfriends have you had Uncle Jake?" She asked me. "Let me rephrase that," she added before I could respond. "How many women is it that you've actually slept with?"

I blame it on the wine. If I'd been a little more sober, I'd have thought about her question a bit more before responding back to her. As it was, I answered her honestly. And worse...actually asked her the very same question.

"Four. And how many have you slept with?" I asked sure that I was being more glib and 'with it', and showing just how cool old Uncle Jake really was...contrary to popular belief perhaps. I really wasn't prepared for her answer.

"Are you asking me about men, or women?"

"Jesus Darla!" Carla said again. But this time I really wasn't thinking about that. I was still trying to be cool Uncle Jake.

"One."

"Which one?" I actually asked, now actually curious.

"One of each," she grinned at me along with a wink, and then she licked her lips as well in addition to that.

Carla was just shaking her head in disbelief perhaps. Though I think for a moment there, I was too.

"You're putting me on," I said instead, figuring that she was. It wouldn't have been at all unlike her to try and shock, or even embarrass me. I could even buy that she'd been with a guy thing already, after all she was nineteen. But another girl? Though then again, she always had been the more adventurous one of the two.

"No, I'm not putting you on..." she said with this weird little look on her face as she said that, and yes damn it...her finger suddenly going up to her mouth pulling on the corner of it as she leaned forward just a bit, giving me an obvious look for a moment down the top of her bikini top. "But I..."

"Ok, I think we've had enough to drink for tonight," Carla stated interrupting her sister, just in time the way I saw it. Things were definitely starting to get a little uncomfortable here, or so it seemed anyway. "Come on...let's run down to the water and jump in. I think we could all use a wake up dip," she added. I had to agree with that, and slowly followed behind as the girls took off hand in hand towards the water, laughing and giggling all the way. Once again I silently chastised myself. Darla was just being her normal somewhat flirtatious little self. It really didn't mean anything. By the time I got down to the beach with my toes in the water, the girls were already in. I started to wade in, in order to join them.

"Uh uh!" Darla called out to me pointing towards the ground near my feet. I looked down. There were two bikini tops, and bottoms laying there in the sand. "It's a new moon," she then said pointing up at the sky. "You always have to skinny dip under a new moon, don't you know that?"

"I guess I do now," I said. And then perhaps against my better judgment, I stepped out of my own shorts and quickly waded into the water.

As cool as Uncle Jake was still trying to be, a short time later I made the girls get out of the water first, watching them gather up their discarded bikini's and begin the short walk back up to the house before getting out myself. I waited until I was sure they had actually gone inside, preferably into their room before entering myself as I had chosen not to put my own shorts back on again because of all the sand. The girls door was closed, though I could hear them giggling inside as I began to tiptoe by heading towards my own room, when the door suddenly opened.

"Nice ass Uncle Jake," I heard Darla say still giggling.

"Yes...it is." I then heard as well. And stood there for perhaps a heartbeat or two more before entering my room.

It was a long time that I lay there in bed trying to go to sleep. Images of my two naked nieces dancing inside my head...literally. Sure, it had been too dark to really see much of anything. Just an occasional glimpse here and there as the three of us frolicked there in the water, splashing one another, until the girls decided they were going to team up and try to dunk me. That's when I realized and remembered the sensation of skin on skin. Their skin, my skin...real soft, firm special skin, pressing against my back. I went under. Better to be safe than sorry. But now I lay here remembering that. Remembering how it had felt, and occasionally, how it had felt too. Both of them. My own nieces! I felt at once guilty and ashamed. And horny as hell. There was no way I was going to be able to go asleep until I did something about this raging hard on of mine sticking up between my legs.

I preferred to be able to clean things up rather quickly afterwards when I had finished masturbating. And unfortunately I hadn't made preparations ahead of time in the event. I decided that I'd get up...head into the bathroom as though I needed to pee. I'd quickly wash up...and then return to my room. But this would give me the time I needed to wring out a nice warm wet cloth to take back with me for afterwards. I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, opened my door and stepped into the hallway, softly and quietly heading towards the bathroom. It was the sound of a giggle maybe? That I heard. Not from the girls room mind you...but from somewhere beyond. Most likely out on the deck. Even through the subdued light I could faintly see shadow. And as I moved closer to the sitting room, I could begin to hear things far more easily as well.

"Oh God yes. Do it honey...just like that. Yes, that's it...pinch my clitty baby...make me cum!"

Hearing the sound of Darla's voice, that was shocking enough. But then I realized....

"Oh yeah, right there...just like that," she moaned deeply. I took another step into the room, secure in the knowledge that I had both the cover of darkness, as well as the half drawn door curtain to hide me. I stepped closer taking position along one side of the door. Darla was laying in one of the lounge chairs, her hands cupping her breasts as she played with them. Carla had straddled her, and it was obvious what she was doing. Her fingers busy between her sister's legs as she sat there playing with her, fingering her. I was both shocked, surprised, and once again even more horny than I'd been only moments ago. Without even a second thought, I reached down, grasping my rock hard cock and began stroking it, looking on and listening as the girls continued with one another.

I had indeed arrived just in time to see Darla climax. She was thrusting herself upwards against her sister's hand, grinding and humping as Carla continued to finger her, now cupping one of her own magnificent breasts, tweaking her taut nipple as her sister came.

"Oh fuck! Fuck baby...fuck! Oh yeah, that's it...that's it....THAT'S IT!" She cried out. It didn't even dawn on me that had I still been in my own bedroom, I most likely would have still heard that. But at the moment...I wasn't thinking about that, and could have cared less anyway. My cock ached for some much needed relief, but I wasn't about to hurry things along too quickly either. The girls were changing places.

It wasn't long before the sounds of Carla's heavy, raspy breathing reached my ears. I had stood back behind the curtain a bit more until I was sure it was safe before daring to peek out towards them. It was funny, I heard Darla spit, then a second later heard Carla's deep soft moan.

"Guess I really didn't need that," she spoke softly. "You're fucking drenched!" She added a bit louder, making me wince as though someone else besides me might have overheard that...stupid as that was.

"I'm fucking horny is what I am," Carla said.

I nearly came right there and then. Carla said fuck?

"Tell me about it," Darla agreed, the sounds of her sister's VERY slick pussy easily heard at this point as she seemed to revel in it, teasing her sister, and if anything, working up a nice pussy-froth that was really starting to get to me. "Can you imagine what that fucker looks like hard?" She asked.

Were they talking about me? I actually quit jacking myself off so I could focus, and listen more closely to this.

"We've seen it hard, through his pants," Carla groaned once again, and actually giggled.

"Doesn't count," Darla quipped. "I do think we saw it half hard though, don't you? I think I even felt it for a second."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Not!"

"Did!"

"Really?"

I was trying to think back to remember. Yes, I had certainly been aroused, more so after the girls decided to try and dunk me, which is when I felt it start to grow and decided that it was time for the game to end. I of course remember, "Carla's I think", breasts...pressed against my back briefly. And then...."Oh fuck. Maybe she did!"

I'd been sure it was an accident. One of those inadvertent, incidental contacts as we stood there in the water horsing around. I mean it was so quick, so brief...it couldn't have been on purpose now could it?

"So what did it feel like anyway?" Carla asked.

"Well it was pretty quick. I couldn't make it too obvious you know? But it was nice, nice and thick, even though he wasn't fully hard."

"Fuck I wish I'd been brave enough," Carla moaned once again. "I really would like to see a man's cock...a man's nice hard cock. For real," she added once again giggling. "And especially Uncle Jakes!"

I began furiously fisting myself again.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to see what we can do about that then shouldn't we?"

I'm pretty sure I sprayed all over the curtain. I remember thinking that I'd try and see how bad the damages were when the girls weren't around. I hurriedly made my way back to my room, a jumble of mixed emotions. I knew with a degree of certainty that I'd never be able to look at either one of my nieces in the same way again either. Especially Carla!

This time it was my turn to sleep in. And whether I did so consciously or not, it was the sound of a soft knock on my bedroom door that finally woke me.

"Uncle Jake? Time to get up sleepyhead, breakfast is ready!" Carla was saying.

Carla. My shy, quiet little niece. Ok, maybe not so much any more. Once again images of her filling my head. Naked images. "Ok, this wasn't good," I thought sitting up. "Be right there!" I called out instead. But that's when the door opened.

"Not necessary," both girls announced walking into my room, Carla carrying a tray of food, Darla with a full carafe of deliciously smelling coffee. But that's not all that was delicious either. Neither one of them had a stitch on!

"I ah...you ah..." They laughed.

"Yeah, we thought we'd get this, 'we're all naked thing,' out of the way," Carla pronounced. "It was starting to get a little old anyway," she added to that. I just sat there looking at her. Where the hell had Carla disappeared to?

"Obviously, a lot can happen in a years time," Carla continued. "And thanks to Darla for most of that...it's changed me," she grinned crawling up into bed to sit next to me. Carla held the tray as Darla peeled down the bed sheets, fully exposing the two of us now. Darla poured me a cup of coffee, and then crawled into bed next to me on the other side.

"Well? Aren't you hungry?" She asked.

I didn't know what I was. Confused yes. Hungry? No...unless it was hungry for something else.

Darla looked down lifting the tray a little.

"Is it?"

"I think it is. At least it's starting too."

"Let me see it."

Darla took the tray away. I didn't mind. I wasn't hungry anyway. What I was now, was hard.

"That what you expected?"

"Oh yeah, very much so," she giggled excitedly.

"Go ahead touch it. See what it feels like."

"Hey wait a minute I finally said. You guys are sitting here talking like I wasn't even here. Don't the two of you think I should have some say in the matter?" Carla reached down taking my hand and rested it upon her breast.

"Now may I?" She asked.

"Be my guest," I sighed happily just as Darla reached down taking my other hand.

I lay back with my head deep in the pillow. The girls now sitting up, toying with me, exploring me, and getting to know me a whole lot better. As far as I was concerned, we could spend the entire afternoon just doing that.

"Listen I have to ask...when you mentioned you'd been with one female...was that..."

"Carla? Technically? No."

"Technically?"

"Yeah I really don't count simple masturbation with someone as being with someone. Hell, if I did that, the numbers would go up on both sides of that coin!" Carla rolled her eyes.

"Ok, and you?" I had to ask, which I felt was only fair considering she was now sitting there with my hard cock in hand, happily stroking it up and down, taking turns with her sister.

"Just one woman," she grinned. "No guys...yet," she added to that, once again looking at me as she leaned over just enough to give the tip of my prick a little kiss.

"Really. You've both been with another woman?"

The girls looked at one another and laughed. "Yep, same woman, same time," they said in unison. "But we'll leave the rest of that for later," Darla finished. "Right now, I think Carla would like to see you cum. She's never seen a man's prick shoot before have you sweetie?" She asked.

"Nope! Not yet!" She stated anxiously, once again stroking my prick with a renewed interest and purpose. "How soon after you've cum does it get hard again?" She then asked.

"I don't know...I guess it just depends," I answered.

"Depends? Depends on what?" Darla now asked.

"Depends on what happens after that," I grinned wickedly. Now Darla added her hand to my cock as the two of them began stroking it in unison together.

"Uncle Jake?"

"You know...maybe we should sort of drop the Uncle part whenever we're together like this," I stated. I knew just in saying that, I was hoping we'd be doing this a bit more often now.

The girls thought about it, and then shook their heads no. "No, I like calling you Uncle Jake. Especially like this. It's a lot more nasty sounding," Carla teased.

"Yeah, naughty, dirty sounding Uncle Jake," Darla added to that. "Really makes my pussy throb."

"Well in that case...I'm you're Uncle," I told them both. "Now, you were going to ask me something, yes?"

"Oh yeah...I was. What I was going to ask you, is if you've ever eaten a woman's pussy before!"

"Of course he has silly!" Darla near shouted, though turning to me. "You have...haven't you?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, many times," I assured them both. Which if I started counting that would make my own personal numbers go up as well. But now was not the time or place.

"So...would you like me to do that for the two of you?" I asked excitedly.

"That depends," Carla quipped.

"Depends?"

"Yeah, that depends on how soon here you'll cum for us," she told me. She soon slithered down to lay next to me, Darla doing the same thing on the other side. The girls now taking turns, licking and sucking my cock, passing it back and forth to one another. I knew sure as hell it wouldn't take long, not at this rate. And I was already laying here imagining what the rest of the evening might be like, not to mention the last few days we'd have together before Jackie arrived.

"Shit, Jackie!" I said aloud. "Listen...girls," I struggled, trying not to enjoy myself for a moment, which was damn fucking hard. "About your mother."

"What about her?" Darla asked.

"Yeah...what about her?" Jackie asked as she stood there in the door way.​