Incest/Taboo Meg's Awakening

"Oh, holy fuck," Meg hissed under her breath. Her roommate, once again, had the music blaring, her boyfriend's hands probing underneath her clothes as they necked on the sofa like no one was watching. Meg closed the front door quietly, not wanting them to know she had returned from the college library after hours of study and disappeared into her bedroom.

She placed a stack of textbooks on her dresser and looked at her face in the mirror. Lack of sleep from sharing a dorm room with a party girl left her with dark circles under her eyes. She was not happy.

You look like a goddamn zombie, Meg.

Meg Harris stood almost five-foot-six, with long, brown hair usually tied in a ponytail. She applied herself in high school and now she was starting her first semester at the state college, majoring in business.

She took another moment to look the rest of herself over. She wore what most other girls donned on the weekend when not attending class. A white, cotton tank top fit not too snugly over her torso and a loose pair of navy blue shorts disguised what charms she had below. In her state of fatigue, she had trouble recognizing herself.

God, who are you?

Meg wasn't a raving beauty, but how many girls were? The dominant genetics came from her mother's side of the family, so she vaguely resembled a pale Audrey Hepburn, with doe-like eyes and a beautiful smile. Her body was on the slimmer side with some curves. Her breasts had swollen into at least a C-cup and she wasn't sure if they were done growing, much to her delight, with delicate, pale-pink areolas centered by small nipples. She cultivated a neatly trimmed thatch of pubic floss, as it made her feel all grown up, which she was.

A loud groan emanated from the next room, then another, much to her annoyance. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the bedroom door shut. Kicking off her shoes and socks, she slid up on the bed, rubbing her face back and forth against a pillow, holding another against her body.

Sooo tired. Gotta get some sleep.

Still, she could hear the rhythmic creaking of her roommate's bed as bodies urgently coupled. At least they had the decency to take the final act to Terry's bedroom.

Shit, Terry! Can you make it any more obnoxious? Hope you're on the pill with all the fucking you do. A baby bump would totally destroy that hot little cheerleader bod.

What compounded insult with injury was a whole month had passed since she had seen, or touched, either one of her boyfriends from high school, Bill or Michael. Although she was decidedly the shy, studious type, Meg still had a healthy, teenage libido, and loved the steamy sex play, kissing, holding, sexy talk, and more. She couldn't get enough of their hands on her body and having her nipples pleasured. Bill and Michael both understood her desire to remain a virgin, but they did just about everything else.

They masturbated each other almost always and, in time, Meg learned how to give head. She could never forget looking up at Bill's face, feeling his swollen little cock in her mouth, as he gave up a load. That first time, her instinct was to spit, but she swallowed instead. Such was her love life until she left home to enter college.

Now under the blankets, she closed her eyes, trying to relax, but the thump thump thump of Led Zeppelin kept pounding on the wall. Finally, she had had enough. Jumping out of bed, she bolted into the common room and, in one swift motion, jerked the stereo's power cord out of the wall. Against her better judgment, she pushed Terry's bedroom door open.

"For Christ's sake! Can't you two fuck without music? Some of us need to sleep!"

"Okay! Okay!" Terry and her boyfriend looked back like deer in the headlights, both buck naked in the missionary position. In her state, Meg couldn't help but take a second look at the lovers.

Goddamn it, I need some of that. Tired of being a virgin!

Meg slammed the bedroom door behind her, getting back into bed. Daylight was still intruding through the drawn blinds, so she reached into the nightstand to pull out a sleep mask and earplugs. They weren't perfect, but they shut out most of the cacophony surrounding her. Still, her brain was all wound up.

Motherfucker, I should report her. Get her kicked out, or at least have one of us transferred to another room, but that would be such a pain in the ass and I might be labeled as a snitch, and what about my pills? Son of a bitch, I just want to study and get laid in peace!

One thing about Terry, although she was a terrible roommate, she had one redeeming quality. She got Meg hooked up with a very understanding local doctor who provided both of them with birth control pills. Although Meg's sex life was non-existent at the moment, she still took them, hopeful for an unexpected rendezvous.

Back in the now, Meg squirmed and fidgeted, wound tighter than a dick's hat band.

There's only one thing...

Still underneath the blankets, she removed her tank top and bra, leaving her naked to the waist.

Ahhh, that's better.

Meg started to writhe, a serene smile on her face. She loved how the cotton sheet caressed her bare skin, rubbing against her breasts and sensitive nipples.

Feels so good, yes!

Luxuriating in the sensation, Meg's ass started to gyrate, slowly and surely, in a steady rhythm. She spread her knees apart, imagining Terry and her boyfriend and what she witnessed only minutes before.

Good fucking...good, satisfying sex.

The sensation sparking in her nipples arced down to her throbbing, wet pussy. A pair of slender fingers slipped beneath her waistband. "Ahhh..." the young woman exhaled, mouth agape, as she found her slick, swollen rosebud. She bit her lip as she circled it, stoking a familiar fire. "Good, good pussy. Oh, so wet and messy," she whispered to no one. As pleasure built deep within, she thought of her boyfriends and how much she missed them.

After graduation, Bill enrolled in trade school to become an electrician while Michael received a scholarship for a university two states away. Meg was five hour's drive from her hometown, making distance from Bill a formidable factor, and visiting Michael at the University? She was shit out of luck.

Letters came occasionally, and there was a long-distance phone call or two, but that was from the communal phone in the student center. The ambient noise and complete lack of privacy prohibited any sexy talk. The sad reality was both young men were busy with their educations, precluding any clandestine visits to Meg to satiate their mutual needs.

They're probably masturbating themselves raw, or maybe they've found new girlfriends.

Frigging away, she let out a sigh.

We never made any promises or held to any commitments. I'm just glad somebody's getting something.

Then there was that big thing that happened in May, something that occupied her waking thoughts and permeated her dreams. She had a brief, unplanned incestuous interlude with her Uncle Philip. He had come to attend Meg's high school graduation, staying at the house for a few days. The handsome, single fortysomething man was decidedly the black sheep of the family, at least that's what Meg's mother thought. After some prodding, Lois confessed to her daughter what Philip did for a living.

"He's a pornographer," she said that morning in the kitchen while Meg sipped coffee.

Meg said nothing about her and her uncle sharing orgasms only an hour before, not to mention Philip initiating the relationship the previous night while the whole family watched television. Meg was startled, and somewhat frightened, but succumbed to her uncle's touch. With her libido awakened, their sex play continued until they finally went to bed in separate rooms, then continued the next morning while her parents were out of the home.

There was no doubt Philip would've taken her cherry that intense Monday morning of discovery, but Meg held firm about not going all the way, mostly because there were no means of birth control in the house and she was damn well not going to get pregnant. Yes, she would give up her virginity in time, but not yet. Still, they managed to have a final mutual climax before Philip returned home. There was no question Lois would have killed Philip if she knew.

Uncle Philip surged into Meg's thoughts as her fingers blurred away against her pussy, pressure building. She envisioned his firm body laboring away between her open thighs, his hands and mouth caressing her, pleasure surging through her young body, spurring her on to multiple climaxes.

"Oh, Philip, goddammit...take me...TAKE ME!!!"

Then it came. Meg tried not to cry out as her body convulsed under the blankets. The orgasm was deep, solid, and intense, just like the ones her uncle coaxed out of her body.

"Fuck...fuuuck...ohhh," She whimpered.

God, I need sex. I need to give up my cherry so bad.

Still, she vowed losing her virginity would be a special occasion, and whoever did it would be someone she chose. There would be no sticky fumblings in the back seat of someone's car.

Meg carefully moved her hand up from underneath the bedclothes, sniffing her pungent fingers before she licked and sucked the juices from them, happy in the moment, peaceful in the aftermath. Sex dreams danced in her head until she fell into a deep sleep.

Although her absentee boyfriends had been fairly dutiful in communicating with Meg, Uncle Philip had not. In time, that really pissed her off! During the summer when she still lived at home, she tried calling her uncle several times. She was smart, though, and didn't use the family phone. A long-distance call to Philip showing up in the bill from Ma Bell might make her father suspicious and would surely set her mother off, so she biked to the nearest phone booth about a mile away.

"I'd like to place a collect call to Philip Harris in Winfield, please. Cypress Five-five-oh-six-eight." She repeated the same words into the mouthpiece several times over the summer with the same result.

"I'm sorry, his answering machine picked up." The operator's tinny voice crackled over the wire.

Finally, Meg got a roll of quarters and fed the pay phone herself. The phone rang on the other end six times then, as expected, Philip's machine picked up.

"You've reached the offices of Argosy Productions, Philip Harris, President. I'm unable to come to the telephone right now, so please leave your name, number, and a brief message. Thank you."

The moment the machine beeped, Meg left a very direct message, one that surprised even her. Anger and resentment had been building up for some time, and hearing his recorded voice triggered the unexpected.

"Philip, this is your niece, Meg. Remember me? Where the fuck are you? You fuck me, then you abandon me? Who the hell do you think you are, you son of a bitch? If we're through, have the fucking balls to tell me to my face, bastard!"

The sturdy handset made a satisfying clang as she slammed it into the metal holder. "Motherfucker!" She fumed, returning home in record time, legs angrily thrusting away at the bicycle pedals.

Days passed, and still no response from Philip, so Meg made the decision to drop the matter, quashing any expectation that their relationship would continue.

This has to stop. My heart can't take anymore.

She told herself what she and her uncle had shared in that roughly eighteen hours was it. It irked Meg that she couldn't stop thinking about him and what could have been if they met again, this time in a place where they could be free to explore. She had to admit warm, romantic feelings still lingered in her heart, mind, and soul for Philip.

Goddammit, I can't believe I'm so hung up on the asshole.

Bill and Michael were preparing for their own post-high school odysseys, so Meg took full advantage of the short time they had remaining, stealing away to familiar haunts. Michael would meet her behind the bleachers in Wildcat stadium, the same place where they had just graduated. He still had a key from being the coach's student assistant, but would have to return it eventually.

Bill had his own car, a beat-up Studebaker jalopy, which they put to good use. Meg would leave the house on her bicycle under the guise of visiting what few female friends she had. After a few blocks, she would chain the bike to a telephone pole where Bill was waiting to whisk them away to a secluded place.

Still, as she moaned and whimpered with her guys, panting in ecstasy as they shared carnal bliss, Uncle Philip dominated her thoughts.

The day came for the big move to college. Dad rented a U-Haul trailer and hitched it to his beige Delta 88. Meg didn't overthink the process and loaded a minimum of items, although it was tough to convince her mother that certain things, in particular her large teddy bear, were not making the trip.

"Oh, my baby's all grown up." Lois's eyes teared as she clutched the bear tightly against her bosom.

Back in the present, she awoke from heady sex dreams to the street light's pre-dawn glow outside her window. The sleep mask had come off sometime in the night, and her right hand still cupped her downy mons pubis. The earplugs remained, keeping her in silence as she looked around the murky details of her bedroom. She didn't feel at home there, not yet, if that would ever happen, so there were no posters on the walls or knickknacks on her dresser. It felt like an alien landscape.

I so miss Mom and Dad. Home held so much more for me than a bed and comfort. It's tough becoming an independent woman.

Taking steady breaths, her fingers again started moving in a very familiar way.

Maybe I'll never see that bastard Philip again, which is fine by me.

Her left hand began squeezing a breast, toying with an erect bud.

I'll meet guys here on campus. I just have to get myself out there and circulate.

She bit her lower lip as she found her rhythm, pleasure welling up inside her body. She left a thumbnail untrimmed to torture her favorite nipple.

Uncle, goddamn it, that big prick would've felt sooo good pushing into my body, taking my cherry. Why have you forsaken me? Why?

The climax didn't take long to hit, surging through her body as she tensed repeatedly, trying not to cry out in agony and dismay.

Why, Philip...WHY???

She had slept well, which was rare, what with Terry and her shenanigans in the next room, but Meg couldn't shake the general malaise that permeated her spirit. Days blurred together, punctuated with occasional letters or phone calls, and none of them from Philip. She would read the letters several times and, if they were from her boyfriends, would sniff the paper for a hint of aftershave. A knock sounded at her door. It was Phyllis, the resident assistant.

"Meg, you have a phone call, honey."

In her bare feet, she padded down the hallway to the yellow wall unit.

"Hello?" She expected one of the usual suspects, but what she heard next made her heart jump and her body flash hot.

"Meg?"

She hadn't heard that particular voice in so long, a moment passed before she realized who it was. The voice sounded again.

"Hello?"

Meg took a deep breath. Her head was spinning with both rage and joy. She felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her top, her pussy clenching repeatedly.

Goddamn!

"I'm here." She fought to keep a neutral voice. There was zero privacy on that hall phone!

"I have to talk to you, honey. It's very important. I have to explain myself to you. Can we meet?"

Another pause. The young woman's heart raced and she couldn't swallow the lump in her throat.

"Hello? Meg?"

Meg took another deep breath. She wanted to unleash a stream of pent-up curses and annihilate Philip through the phone's copper wire. Finally, she spoke.

"Sure. Why not?"

"I'm at a motel outside of town, or just the student center is fine. You choose."

So kind of you to give me a fucking choice, Uncle Philip.

Emotions had seized up her insides in an attempt at self-preservation. Her voice sounded dead.

"Whatever. Pick me up in front of the student center."

Autumn made its first announcement with a mild chill in the air, so Meg dressed in some sensible clothes, jeans, a button-up blouse, and a light sweater. She hadn't washed her hair in a few days and looked somewhat bedraggled, but even in her distressed state, she washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Son of a bitch doesn't even deserve that.

She sat on one of the concrete benches in front of the student center until Philip's silver and maroon Seville pulled to the curb. With her arms wrapped around a large, brown leather purse pressed against her breasts, she eyed the vehicle askance, debating on whether or not she wanted to bother. The tinted passenger side window lowered, revealing her uncle gazing out, face expressionless.

Oh, what the fuck.

She hopped into the Cadillac, looking straight ahead, still holding her purse tight.

"Hello." Philip almost touched her shoulder, but sensed the mood and refrained.

"Hello." The passenger side window closed with a hermetically sealed thump.

"Honey, I..."

He didn't have a chance to say another word. The purse slid to Meg's feet as she turned to face him. A loud smack punctuated their ears as her right hand made contact with Philip's face. Then another. Stunned, he started to lift his arms in defense as she landed a third slap on his stinging cheek.

"Motherfucker!" She screeched. "Son of a bitch, I hate you!"

Before she could strike again, he lashed out, grabbing her throat, pushing her against the passenger side door, dark eyes blazing angrily. Meg couldn't breathe as she clawed at his arms helplessly, unable to reach his face. Terror seized her and, for a moment, she thought his strong hand was going to crush her throat, and that would be it.

This is how it ends.

Suddenly, he released her, his eyes softening. Meg took several deep, rasping breaths, her breasts heaving over and over, mouth agape, eyes wide as she trembled. Her first impulse was to escape. It would be so easy, but she didn't.

"Meg, I..." A tear streaked down Philip's cheek. His eyes dropped. "Please, I..."

Meg couldn't believe what had just happened. She also couldn't believe how turned-on she was.

Goddammit, girl!

"Shut up and take me to the motel." Her voice quivered.

No words were spoken for a long time. Philip got the Cadillac out on the open road, leaving the somber, little college town behind. Meg pushed the little silver toggle switch on the armrest to lower her window, letting the cool air blow across her face. Out in the country, the air carried a calm, organic scent. Finally, Philip mustered up the courage to speak.

"Please listen to me carefully, Meg." He spoke over the buffeting noise from the open window.

"Why?" She barked. Despite her arousal, she had built up so much anonymity toward her uncle, that it couldn't just be discarded en masse.

"Please..."

Silence.

"You don't know what's been going on. At least I think you don't."

"So tell me." Arms crossed, Meg glared at him.

"A couple of weeks after..." He swallowed, choosing his words carefully. "...after what we did, I tried to call you."

"Oh?" Meg couldn't believe she could be angry and horny at the same time, but here she was.

"Yes, I did." Another pause. "And your mother picked up."

"Yes?" Meg could already tell where this was going. "And?"

"Can you guess what she said to me?"

"Nothing nice, I assume."

Philip looked over to his niece for just a moment, then back to the green, rolling hills of the countryside.

"Please keep this to yourself." He took a deep breath, sighing. "God, I don't know why I did what I did, and as ridiculous as this sounds, the last thing I want to do is start anything with my brother...with the family."

"Well, dear uncle, what happened between us happened, and I'm sure as hell not saying a word about any of this, ever." Meg could feel her anger receding but kept it in reserve.

"Your mother told me in no uncertain terms she would make sure my life would be a living hell and I would never see you or any member of your family again if I ever tried to contact you."

Meg turned to look at the road unfolding ahead of them, shaking her head. It wasn't much of a stretch, knowing her mother, to believe Philip's words.

Ah, Mom, always looking out for me. Perhaps too much.

"Apparently she scared you enough to back off. She said absolutely nothing to me."

"Not surprising."

At the small wooden sign announcing "private road -- no trespassing", Philip turned off the farm road to a narrow path, really no more than a pair of well-maintained wagon ruts that led into a thick grove of trees.

"So why are you here now?" Meg raised her window to avoid dust from the tires.

"Do I have to explain that?"

"What, is your supply of teen pussy running low, or do you just need a blow job to take the edge off?" Meg had to tap that anger just a little more. She wasn't going to make it too easy for her uncle. "You shouldn't have trouble getting volunteers. I know what you do for a living!"

Another big sigh from Uncle Philip. Once inside the cocoon of trees, he stopped and shut off the engine. What little dappled sunlight that penetrated the glut of leaves overhead danced on the hood of the car and their bodies. Meg stared at Philip's profile. Suddenly, anxiety welled up inside her chest.

We're parked, so now what? Is he going to finish strangling me? We're out in the middle of nowhere, so nobody would hear me scream. He could bury me under these trees and no one would ever know.

Philip turned to his niece. "It was going to come out sooner or later. Yes, I produce adult films and still do some photography on the side. It's not exactly a profession I talk about at family reunions..."

Meg snorted. She couldn't help but smile a bit.

"...but I'm not ashamed of it. I'm good at what I do and I make a halfway decent living out of it."

Meg's anxiety receded, her eyes conveying amusement. "Okay, then. I want to see some of your work. I'm an adult now, so it's okay."

Now it was Philip who managed a grin. "Yes, you are, and no big surprise." He reached out tentatively, hesitant to touch his niece. She met him halfway, taking his hand. He exhaled loudly, relieved. For several minutes they embraced, Meg, delighting in Philip's scent, and the sensation of his hands on her body. Emotions from their May romance were returning and she was tired of being in the car. Those musty Studebaker dates with Bill were way too recent and the young woman wanted room to maneuver. She pulled away from her uncle.

"Now where's the fucking motel?" She looked forward down the winding gravel road, beyond the trees. "It's like Green Acres! Who would build a place out here except for Norman Bates?"

"Patience, young lady, patience!" The young woman's sudden change of emotion showed how Meg could still be a child at times. Philip started the Cadillac and, pulling down the gear lever on the steering column, pressed his foot against the accelerator. As the motor rose in pitch, he continued. "In answer to your question, the owner is a friend of mine from the city. The place used to be a small farm, and some of it still is. He bought it for people to get together without the worry of prying eyes."

"Oh, Jesus." Meg shook her head again, seeing in the distance a cluster of houses, a barn, and outbuildings surrounded by wooden fencing, all nestled in another grove of large, old-growth trees set against a high, protective ridge. "Your own private love shack."

Philip snorted, neither confirming nor denying the accusation. With gravel crunching beneath the slow-turning tires, he angled the car past the white, asbestos-shingled main building, parking out of sight to anyone approaching.

Meg glanced around as her uncle shut off the engine, then exited the car to disappear inside what looked to be an office. The place looked nearly deserted except for an ancient Dodge pickup truck with "Periwinkle Farms" stenciled on the side in faded blue. She also noticed the low, rectangular butt of a black Imperial peeking out from between two wooden cabins on the far side of the property. Meg smirked, her imagination wandering.

Nice car. Wonder what bank president is spending a sexy weekend with his stenographer?

No question, the place was old, but well-kept. The impression was that the farm had been there well before cars and paved roads. If Meg squinted, she could imagine what life was like here, well before the turn of the century.

The elderly caretaker smelled of pipe smoke and Old Spice. He recognized Philip, but only smiled, handing him a key. After retrieving a small suitcase from the trunk, Philip led Meg to their room. The moment the door closed, uncle and niece stood there, staring at each other.

"Well?" In the dim light filtering through the drawn shades, she could feel the air pressing in on her, a slightly stale smell wafting through her nostrils. Certainly not the Howard Johnson's she was accustomed to when traveling with her parents, but it would do.

"Well?" Philip took a step closer to his niece.

The next moment, they went at each other. Meg literally jumped up to meet her uncle, legs wrapping around his waist as their mouths met, tongues lashing together hungrily as Philip carried her toward the queen-sized bed. The bedframe creaked as they fell on the soft mattress, clawing away clothes until they were naked, sighs and gasps of pleasure filling the room as they wrapped themselves around each other, skin rubbing against skin.

"Oh, god, yes!" After four months without Philip, Meg couldn't contain her excitement, although she felt kind of cheap, aware that her uncle had almost undoubtedly used this place for several clandestine trysts. It added to her arousal.

I'm a naughty, slutty girl and no one can stop me!

"Fuck the outside world and what happens to me," Philip panted against her neck. "Right now, I just need you, Meg."

Meg couldn't stop kissing him. Her pointed nipples rubbed against Philip's hairy chest, making her pussy roil out of control. "Don't worry about that." Her throaty voice quivered with lust. "I can keep a secret, believe it or not."

Philip pressed his mouth against her breast, taking in at least half of it, drawing steadily on the nipple.

"Oh, sh-shit, uncle!" Sparks traveled from Meg's tit down to her pussy. Insane with need, she mounted his thigh and began rubbing her clit against his firm, hairy flesh. Philip switched to her other breast, moaning as she nursed him.

"Ahhh...fuck, yeah!" Meg humped against him frantically. "I just need to...t-take the edge off."

"That's it, honey," he bared his teeth. "Make it come." Watching his young niece lose control made his cock ache, and long for the place it wanted to be so badly. "Fuck...FUCK!"

"Oh, fuck, yeah...godDAMN!!!"

She climaxed loudly, Philip grasping her waist to steady the young woman as she bucked and shuddered against his body, thrashing her head about wildly, her long, brown hair slapping against his face and shoulders.

"Good, Meg," Philip hissed. He fought not to Ra*e the girl on the spot. He knew what was coming, literally, and didn't want to spoil it for her. "So very good, my sexy, young lover."

"Uh-huh." Meg panted loudly, eyes closed, head tilted back as she continued writhing against Philip, savoring the aftermath of her earth-shattering orgasm. Her body glistened with fresh sweat. "Oh, fuck, yeah."

She fell against him, body still heaving, trying to recover. It had been so long since she made love to her uncle, pent-up emotions and need blindsided her.

God, Meg. It's like someone uncorked a champagne bottle.

She also realized how wet she was, her drooling pussy burning against Philip's flesh. "Enough waiting," she whispered, her lips less than an inch from his ear. "You know what I need."

His hands cupped her delicate, round buttocks, massaging them gently, keeping her body pressed against his. "Are you sure, love?"
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