Incest/Taboo The Family That Lays Together

All characters are at least 18 years old.

Daphne and Doug Johnson had just turned 18 in the summer of 1974. Unfortunately, their birthday had fallen at an inopportune time for a party, so their parents had promised them a party later in the summer. They had another year of school and were looking forward to all the special and fun activities of their senior year in high school. Although they were twins, they rarely had arguments or had any serious disagreements. Doug was very tall, 6-3, and slender. He had wanted to go out for basketball, but since their dad, Marvin, worked nights, he was needed at home, on the farm, to do chores, as was his twin sister.

Doug had brown hair, brown eyes, and was considered somewhat handsome by the girls at school. He was considered a nerd, however, and although he was friends with a great many girls, none of them were really interested in him as a boyfriend.

Daphne was tall, 5-9, and lanky. She was very pretty, although she was self-conscious of her height. She had shimmering blonde hair and blue eyes. Her classmates didn't see her as a nerd, although she was just as studious as her brother, and had actually read many more books. She was more popular with the boys, but, as yet, wasn't really interested in dating.

The twins had an older sister and an older brother, Renee and Robert; Renee was in grad school and Robert was a graduate assistant teacher. This left the twins with many farm chores when they got home from school. Their mother, Chrissy, was always busy cooking supper and tending to hundreds of household chores. Their dad worked in a factory from 4 PM to midnight. He sometimes didn't get home until 2 AM, then got up by 9 AM to do his farm work. Some weeks, the twins never saw him except on weekends.

Doug couldn't remember a time when he was not attracted to his sister. He knew that his feelings were not considered normal, so he was very careful not to let anyone know how attractive he thought she was. He felt a special connection to her because they were twins. They discussed, many times, how they could almost predict what the other was thinking.

And then there was that weird "sixth" sense they had about each other. One day Doug was working at the barn when a feeling came over him that something was wrong. He went directly to the house and told his mother that something had happened to Daphne. Daphne was visiting a friend, so Doug persuaded his mother to call to check on her. As it turned out, they were just about to call to tell them that Daphne had fallen and sprained her wrist. They had thought at first that it was broken.

Another time, Daphne got quite the opposite feeling about Doug. She smiled and told herself that something good had happened to Doug. A few minutes later she saw him in the school hallway and he informed her that he had gotten the highest grade in his math class for the entire year. "I knew something good had happened," Daphne smiled.

The twins' bedrooms were upstairs and they shared a "Jack and Jill" bathroom. They had shared a room, downstairs, until they were 13 years old. That was when their sister, Renee, had moved to college. It had worked out perfectly, because Chrissy was becoming very concerned about her twins, on the verge of puberty, sharing a bedroom.

Doug told himself that it was not right to be attracted to his own sister. His older sister, Renee, was a gorgeous girl with big breasts, good legs, and a small waist. Doug had certainly noticed that, but he was still very much more attracted to Daphne. He loved her long legs and pretty face. He thought her face was perfectly beautiful. When she smiled, her eyes crinkled. She was just so cute! Her hair, shoulder length, was a golden blonde that got even lighter in the summer sun. When it was summertime and the twins were outside a good bit, they both got very tan.

One week, a couple of months after they turned 18, Doug went camping with a friend and his dad for almost a week. To his chagrin, there was just no place or opportunity for him to beat off, which he was in the habit of doing almost daily. They went swimming in a lake and there were lots of teenage girls and young women in bathing suits. Doug felt as if everyone could tell he had an erection, even though his swim trunks were quite baggy.

Daphne had spent the week doing both his and her chores, but Chrissy helped her some. Since it was really sunny that week, she found a secluded spot and sunbathed every day. After she came inside she would stand in front of the mirror naked, trying to imagine what a boy might think if he saw her this way. Since she already had a pretty good tan, by week's end she was tan all over -- she wondered what her parents would think if they knew that she sometimes sunbathed in the nude for short periods of time.

Mr. and Mrs. Jones lived on the farm down the road from them. Since she had nobody to talk to or do anything with that week, Daphne walked over to spend some time with Mrs. Jones. She helped her pick peas and then they sat on the back porch and shelled them. Mrs. Jones told her about when she was growing up during the Depression. They were fascinating stories. She told Daphne that she grew up on that very farm and that, in one of the back fields, there was a spring. She told her that she and her siblings used to find arrowheads and various other implements that Indians had carved centuries before.

"Think there are any there now?" Daphne asked.

"Well, you're welcome to look. I don't guess anyone has really searched in that field in 30 years at least. We used to find a lot of them after a good rain. Think how many good rains there have been since I was a girl!" she laughed.

"Is it okay if we just go, or do we need to check with y'all first?"

"Oh, Honey, you can go back there any time. I'll tell Frank that if he sees you, you're just hunting arrowheads. Whatever you find, you can keep -- unless it's a chest of gold!" she cackled.

Doug got home the next day. He was thinking all the way home that he would feign the need for a nap, go to his room, and jerk off. Maybe twice -- or even three times. His balls ached with his pent-up jism. He couldn't get it off of his mind.

When he got out of the car and started to go in the house, there was Daphne on the back porch, washing tomatoes. She was wearing a halter top and really short shorts. Her entire midriff was bare -- and very, very tan. His mouth dropped open as he noticed how very firm her stomach looked, how tan and shapely her long legs were and how her breasts seem to be gathered up in the halter top, just begging him to stare at them. He forced himself to look into her face -- was there a more beautiful girl on this planet? When did she go from being cute to being gorgeous? Her hair was so golden blonde that it almost looked platinum. Her eyes were shining blue. Her perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth, when she smiled at him, made his knees feel weak.

"Doug!" she yelped as she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Oh I missed you so bad!" she squealed. He could feel her breasts against his chest and for a fleeting moment thought it would just be so natural to place his hand on her bottom and pull her to him. He could feel her sweet breath in his ear; it was almost more than he could bear.

He managed to smile as they broke the embrace. "I missed you, too! And mom, too!" he added as his mother walked up.

Chrissy stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "You get taller all the time. I'm gonna have to get a stepladder to kiss you!" She reached up and ruffled his hair. "Y'all go out and play or something while I fix supper."

"Mrs. Jones says there's a spring on their place where she used to find arrowheads. Wanna go?" Daphne asked excitedly.

Doug had to quickly weigh his options. Did he want to go upstairs and beat off, or go with this young, tanned goddess? His cock began to harden at the prospect of viewing her cleavage, her long tanned legs, and her magnificently firm bottom as they walked along.

"Sure!" he replied. "Let me change clothes really quick!" He ran upstairs and changed into a pair of cut-off jeans shorts, a tee shirt, and some old Converse tennis shoes.

As they walked down an old farm road that joined their farm to that of the Joneses, he walked behind her most of the way, enthralled by the sway of her hips, the way her shorts fit so tightly on her bottom and her long, lean, exceedingly tanned legs. When he walked beside her and she turned toward him, he could see the tops of her tanned breasts. Every naughty thought he had ever had about his twin sister was multiplied a hundredfold. He knew he had never felt this horny in his young life and tried to tell himself that he had to control himself until they were able to get back home, where he could get some relief. Meanwhile, he was going to ogle his sexy twin sister, knowing that his release would be even more pleasurable.

Daphne was aware of how her twin brother was staring at her from the time he first got home. His eyes were all over her and, instead of making her feel uncomfortable, it made her tingle. After all, she thought, hadn't she picked these clothes just for him? Tight short shorts, halter top that showed her little bit of cleavage AND her tan tummy, back, and shoulders? Hadn't she thought about him when she sunbathed that week? Hadn't she imagined what it would be like if he saw how tan she was all over? Even before they got to the spring on the Jones farm, she knew that her panties were saturated. She wondered if he would try to touch her. Maybe a shoulder rub? That would be so wonderful and sensuous! She might even let him stroke her legs!

She knew she should not be having these kinds of thoughts, but she couldn't help it. Her brother was simply the most handsome boy she knew. She had his face memorized. She loved his brown eyes, his slightly crooked nose, his somewhat short chin, even his ears that stuck out a little too much. He was just delightful! She loved him so much -- she told herself that it wasn't romantic or anything like that. He was her brother! Her twin! They were almost the same person. It was inexplicable. She couldn't understand it and knew she couldn't possibly explain to anyone else how she felt about him.

They soon found a small stream of water and followed it. "Hey this must be the spring!" Daphne said. "Mrs. Jones said that Indians probably gathered around the spring and made their arrowheads and stuff."

Doug took his eyes off his sister's body long enough to search along some ground that looked like it had been plowed not long before. He reached down and picked up a flinty looking rock and examined it. "You think this is one?" he asked.

She walked over to where he was examining the rock. "I don't think so, but it looks like it might be a piece of one or just a piece that they chipped off when they made one. See? You can see where it looks like a tool has been used on it," she said as she looked up into his eyes. Oh he was so good looking and he was looking at her like he could just eat her up! She felt her nipples tingling.

Daphne tore her eyes away from her brother and began searching along the plowed ground. She found several tiny chips, that looked similar to the one Doug had found. Then she noticed a tiny chip of stone protruding from a clod of dirt. She picked it up and removed the dirt from it. "Doug! Look! I found one!" she shouted.

Doug hurried over to look at the perfect arrowhead that she held in her hand. "Wow, that is awesome," he marveled, taking it from her hand and examining it. "Let's see if we can find some more!"

As they poked around in the dirt, Daphne examined an outcropping of rock near the spring. "Hey, look at this. I think there was a rock wall around the spring here."

Doug walked over and looked at where she was pointing. "Yeah, but Indians didn't build this. Whoever owned the farm, a hundred years or so ago, built this rock fence around the spring," he said.

Daphne sat down on the ground at the foot of the wall. "I guess you're right. I'm bushed. I had to do your work while you were gone, you know," she teased.

Doug walked behind her, sat down on the short wall, and placed his hands on her bare, tanned shoulders. "I'm sorry. I will make it up to you, some way," he said as he began to massage her neck and shoulders. The feel of her flesh filled him with lust. She was the perfect female, he concluded. Even if she was his sister, he couldn't imagine any girl being this desirable.

His fingers were magic. She intensely wished that she could feel his fingers all over her body. "You're really good at that, Doug. That could put me to sleep," she whispered.

Doug leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck, causing shivers to course down her body. She giggled, "That just tickles too much!" she gasped.

"Do you like it?" he said, knowing it really sounded stupid.

"I guess it's okay," she said, but thought, 'I absolutely love it!' "I'm not sure you should be kissing my neck, though."

"I missed you," he croaked. He bent over and kissed the delicate, smooth flesh on the side of her throat.

Electric currents of pure lust coursed through her body. "No, Doug. Don't," she breathed, thinking that she would love to lay down and let him kiss her all over.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he gasped. "You're just so pretty and I missed you so badly. I don't know what I'm doing."

She turned out of his reach and looked back at him. "That's so sweet, Doug. I love that you think I'm pretty. You just don't know how much that means to me. But we're sister and brother. We can't...you shouldn't kiss me like that."

Doug stood. "I know, Daphne. I know." His cock was raging. He thought that he might possibly cum in his shorts.

Daphne stood and stepped into his arms. She hugged him tightly as he held her close to him. She knew that her breasts were mashed into his chest, but she couldn't tear herself away. This is where she wanted to be, more than any place in the world. She wished that they could hold each other for hours -- and that it would be okay.

Presently, they broke the embrace and, ostensibly, began to look for arrowheads again. After a while, with no success, he sat on the ground with his back against the stone wall. Daphne walked near him and kicked a tuft of dirt at him, playfully.

She looked down at him and smiled. "I love you, Doug. You're my favorite brother!"

"I love you, too, Daphne. Every time I'm away from you...I can't explain it," he said, his voice catching. He felt a tear coursing down his face and angrily wiped it away. "It's like part of me is missing," he gasped.

Daphne felt tears come to her eyes and tears rolled down both cheeks. She took his hand and held it. "Yes! I feel the same thing, Doug. I do. We are twins. We are two halves of the same person!" She sat down between his legs, her back to him.

She reached for both of his hands and held them in hers. She kissed the palms of both of his hands, tears continuing to course down her face. She couldn't stop crying and she couldn't hide it from him.

He pulled his hands away from hers and began, again massaging her shoulders. She sat up straighter and settled more closely against him. His hard cock was now pressed against her firm ass.

Daphne, having detected that her brother had an erection, pushed herself back against him, knowing how wrong it was, but very much wanting to feel him against her bottom. They didn't have to talk about it. They could pretend that there was nothing inappropriate happening, but she knew that her brother was extremely sexually excited by her -- his own twin sister -- and that blew her mind because she felt exactly the same way. She wished, desperately, that he could just pull his cock out and let her touch it. But she knew that could not happen. Not ever.

Doug, inflamed with desire for his luscious sister, felt her firm bottom against his tumescent cock. He, once again, placed his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently. He stroked her arms and neck and down her sides. She reached for his hands and placed them on her bare stomach, settling even closer to him. He was almost positive that she was purposely pressing her bottom against his enraged cock.

Her stomach felt so soft, yet her abdominal muscles were very firm. She was just so incredibly sexy that it was driving him wild. Everything about this girl was perfect, in his eyes. He felt that he was almost out of control, his lust for her was so intense. He suddenly moved his hands upward and clasped her braless breasts, squeezing them gently through her halter top. They were not real big, but he could feel how supple and firm they were. He imagined seeing them naked, kissing them, sucking them...

He heard his sister moan. It was unmistakable. That moan was forevermore seared into his brain. A moan of exquisite pleasure, of intense desire. But suddenly she took his hands and gently moved them from her breasts.

"No," she breathed, but then placed his hands back on her stomach. He felt her settle herself even closer to him, moving her bottom against his throbbing cock, but her hands held his firmly against her smooth tummy, making sure they didn't stray upward again.

She leaned her head back and lay it on his shoulder, as she held his hands on her tummy and pushed her bottom against him. She looked up into his face as he leaned forward and kissed her lips. She felt something spasm against her bottom and her brother's eyes closed as his mouth opened with a soft sigh.

When he opened his eyes a few seconds later, Daphne was smiling at him. "I love you," she whispered.

Doug was almost certain that Daphne knew he had cum in his pants. This should have been terribly embarrassing, but even though there was a huge wet spot on his crotch and he could feel cum running down the insides of his legs, he was strangely relaxed -- almost giddy. They walked side by side, holding hands part of the time, talking about the arrowhead that they had found and Doug's trip.

Daphne wasn't about to draw attention to what she knew had happened. She felt that she could completely understand it and, she admitted to herself, it was very flattering to her. Her gorgeous brother had become so sexually excited by HER that he had cum in his pants. She could hardly help but smile all the way home. She couldn't wait to get to her room, lock her door, and treat herself to as many intense orgasms as she could possibly muster -- AND, she promised herself, she would allow herself to think about HIM. She wouldn't even pretend that she was thinking about someone else and that her brother just casually waltzed, unbidden, into her fantasies. No. He WAS her fantasy. She would imagine him, naked, with her, NAKED...together!

Doug went to his room, took off all his clothes, threw his underwear and shorts under the bed -- hidden until he had the chance to wash them himself -- lay on his bed, his imagination saturated with visions of his lovely sister -- she was just so wonderfully sexy and kind and sweet, and even understanding! He took his steel-hard cock in his hand and began to stroke it. She, he thought, understood his actions and even...his accident. She knew what had happened, yet had not been disgusted, nor had she embarrassed him. No, she had been completely understanding and loving. His heart swelled. Would he ever care about another girl the way he cared about Daphne? Would any woman ever appeal to him the way she did? Would he ever, in his life, be as sexually aroused as he had been today?

He imagined that his sister had allowed his hands to remain on her breasts, to unclasp her halter top, revealing her breasts to him, begging him to touch them, to caress them, to kiss them, to lick them, to suck them...fountains of his warm cum shot from his cock, spraying his pillow, some landing in his face and on his chest.

He grabbed a handkerchief and cleaned himself up, then started imagining his sister taking his hand and placing it inside her shorts, then inside her panties. He fondled his cock until it was hard again and, once again, started shucking it. He imagined touching her most secret parts as she met his hand with thrusts of her hips, sighs of passion escaping her lips. As he once again remembered her looking into his face and whispering that she loved him, he came again, shooting fresh jets of cum on his chest and stomach.

A couple of weeks later, the twins' mother's brother, Uncle Al, called to invite Daphne to go to the beach with him and his family. He had a teenage daughter, Amber, who was a few months older than Daphne -- still 18. He, his wife, Susan, and Amber would meet them at the Interstate on the way to the beach. They could bring her back home when the vacation was over.

Chrissy was agreeable to Daphne going. Renee had gone with Al and Susan several years back, and still talked about what a good time she had.

Doug griped a bit about it, but his parents reminded him that he had been camping for almost a week and that his sister had taken up his slack. He regretted, most of all, that he wouldn't get to see his hot cousin, Amber, and voluptuous Aunt Susan in their swim suits. And, of course, he would miss Daphne.

The night before she was going to leave, he came into her room and sat on her bed as she sat at her dresser brushing her hair. She was dressed for bed, and he thought he could detect that she wore no bra under her tee shirt. "Are you going to miss me?" he asked.

She smiled and stopped brushing her hair. "What kind of question is that? You know I will. Remember when you went camping? We both missed each other. Remember how anxious we were to be alone together?"

"I already miss you. Does that make sense?" he croaked, afraid that he might actually cry.

"Sure it does, but you know what? When you were gone camping I stayed so busy that I didn't dwell on you being gone so much. I did some, of course, mostly at night because I knew you weren't up here to take care of me if I needed you," she smiled.

"Well, I do hope you have a good time. Don't flirt too much with Uncle Al. You know how he is!" Doug laughed.

"Well, he's always flirted with Mom and Renee when Aunt Susan isn't around!" Daphne agreed. "And Mom's his own sister!" She walked over and sat on the bed next to him.

Doug was silent for a moment, then said, seriously, "Yeah, he's flirty with her -- not like us."

Daphne laughed and took his hand. She was surprised when he leaned over and kissed her lips, but she kissed him back. "Does that constitute flirting?" she smiled.

"I don't know, but I think our practice years ago is paying off," he grinned. Realizing that his cock had hardened, he said, "I love you, Little Sister."

"I had almost forgotten that," she lied. When they were around 10 or 11 years old they used to play like they were husband and wife and would "practice kissing". "Well, you are a few minutes older than me and I definitely am smaller than you are," she smirked. "So I guess I really am your little sister...Big Brother!"

"I kinda like that for some reason," he said. "Goodnight, Little Sister."

"Goodnight, Big Brother," she smiled.

The next morning, Chrissy drove Daphne to the Interstate, some 25 miles away, to meet Al, Susan, and Amber. When Al embraced his sister and kissed her briefly on the lips, Daphne thought it was a bit odd, especially since they were all watching. Neither Susan nor Amber seemed to notice, however. Soon they were on their way on their 6 hour drive to the beach.

Amber and Daphne sat in the back seat, Uncle Al drove, and Aunt Susan, who always insisted on being called just 'Susan' navigated. Actually she napped most of the way.

Amber was 6 months older than Daphne. She had shoulder length auburn hair, green eyes, freckles, and a body that most adult women would envy. Daphne considered herself to be pretty, but she considered Amber to be much prettier. Her breasts were noticeably larger than Daphne's, her waist was tiny, and her legs were very shapely. She was a few inches shorter than Daphne and, as Daphne settled in and glanced at her cousin's legs, she thought, 'My legs are at least as nice as hers, if nothing else'.

Susan was the adult version of Amber, though somewhat taller. Shoulder length auburn hair, green eyes, a few freckles across her nose, large, but not huge, breasts. Chrissy had told Daphne that she wondered if she had had a 'boob job'. She was sensationally beautiful and, years earlier, had participated in quite a few beauty contests. Daphne wondered why Uncle Al would ever even flirt with another woman and risk angering his gorgeous wife.

Uncle Al was, simply, the most handsome man that Daphne had ever seen. He was about 6-5 with brown hair and brown eyes, barrel-chested, otherwise slender. He had an air of confidence and a friendly smile. He was a very successful real estate broker and was exceedingly intelligent and funny. He told stories and jokes throughout the trip. Daphne noticed that Amber hung on his every word.

They arrived at their condo at about 4 PM. The condo had 3 bedrooms, 4 baths, a large kitchen, a huge living room, and a deck with a view of the ocean. Daphne had been to the ocean before, with her own family, but they certainly hadn't stayed at a place this swanky.

"Last one changed is a rotten egg!" Uncle Al shouted when they had carried all the luggage to their rooms. "We don't want to waste any beach time!"

The girls eagerly opened their suitcases and found their bikinis. Chrissy had encouraged Daphne to get a swimsuit that was more conservative, but had ended up relenting, allowing her to purchase a couple of bikinis. One was red, and the other was blue. They were exactly the same cut, conservative as far as bikinis go, but Daphne had never owned a swimsuit that showed as much as these did. She chose the red one and quickly changed into it.

Amber pulled on a tiny green bikini, revealing a bit more skin than did Daphne's. Daphne couldn't help but notice Amber's breasts as she changed clothes. She guessed them to be C-cups. They had absolutely no sag, standing on her chest defiantly, her small nipples pointing slightly upward, reaching for the sun. She was simply stunning. Daphne was proud of her own body, and had looked forward to the stray glances that she knew would come her way on the beach -- but now she thought that all eyes would probably be on her cousin! The bottom of Amber's bikini was so brief that Daphne wondered if she had had to trim her pubic hair. The top revealed a great deal of cleavage -- much more than any girl should be showing, Daphne thought. She was suddenly a bit embarrassed to be changing in front of Amber.

Daphne went into the living room to wait for the others. Uncle Al was already there, drinking a beer. He wore blue swim trunks that didn't look much bigger than Doug's "whitey tighties". His muscular chest and flat stomach was covered in a mat of thick black hair. His back and shoulders were smooth and tan. His legs were lean, not skinny at all, and also covered with hair. He had a perfect tan all over. Daphne's breathing quickened. This man was just too gorgeous and here she was with almost no clothes on, alone with him.

Uncle Al wolf-whistled. "Wow, Daphne, you're a beautiful girl!" he smiled. "Your sister, Renee, has nothing on you!"

Daphne felt her face flush. She thought that it was certainly not appropriate for her uncle to whistle at her, and the way his eyes were drinking her in was really making her uncomfortable -- but excited, nonetheless.

Susan walked out, dressed in the tiniest bikini that Daphne had ever seen. It showed even more than Amber's! When she turned around briefly, Daphne could see that there was only a string between her butt cheeks. This must be what they call a thong, she thought. Her big breasts were on display as well. Daphne thought she could almost see her nipples!

Susan laughed. "Al, don't whistle at the girls. People don't do that anymore! It's considered rude now." Turning to Daphne, she said, "Don't pay any attention to him. He flirts with every female, no matter what age. It's gonna get him in trouble one of these days."

Just as she said that, Amber walked out in her tiny green bikini. Her dad wolf-whistled at her, laughed, and looked over at his wife.

"Al, good grief!" Susan giggled. "You are incorrigible. I want one of those beers, too. Grab me one."

Al reached in his cooler and brought out a beer and handed it to her. "You're showing off the goods, Babe," he commented as he gazed up and down her sexy body. "Gonna have a lot of guys checking you out!"

"That's the idea, isn't it?" she smirked.

Al looked over at the girls with a grin. "And she says that I'm incorrigible!"

As always, Daphne had a paperback book with her to read, so slipped it into her beach bag before they made the trek down to the beach. She had never learned to swim, so she figured she would spend most of her time soaking up the sun while reading in a beach chair.

No sooner had they gotten comfortable in their lounge chairs, than Susan suggested they go for a walk on the beach.

"I've just driven all day. I'm a bit bushed. I'll walk the beach tomorrow," Al said. "You girls can go show off your hot bodies, though," he grinned.

Daphne had just gotten to a very interesting part of her book so she said, "I'll just stay here and keep Uncle Al company. This book is good! You should read it!"

Amber smirked. "You're such a nerd!" Then added, with a smile, "I mean that in the most complimentary way!"

As soon as they got out of earshot, Uncle Al said, "How about rubbing some of that tanning lotion on my back, Sweetie. I'll return the favor, if you want."

The thought of her uncle touching her in any way sent electric shivers through her nipples and between her legs. How could any man make her feel this way? Was this what they called "animal magnetism"?

She got out of her chair and took the tanning oil from her uncle. He lay flat down on his adjustable lounge chair as she sat, precariously, on the edge of it and began to drizzle some of the oil onto his, already very tan, back.

As she began to rub the oil onto his back, she remarked, "You're already so tan. You don't even need this."

"I don't need the tanning, no. It has sunblock in it, too. You can't get too much of that. Besides, it's a good excuse to get my pretty niece to rub my back, right?" he replied. "You're pretty good at this, Sweetie."

Daphne loved the way his warm skin felt under her hands. She rubbed his shoulders, down his backbone, and to his lower back, right above his swim trunks. She was glad that the others were not around to see her checking out his body. "Do you shave your back?" she asked, clinically.

"Not often, no. Every once in a while there will be some stray hairs that Susan insists on shaving off. I don't see that it matters. Why do you ask?" he asked, as he flipped over onto his back.

Daphne almost gasped out loud. His chest! It was so muscular and that mat of black hair was just so sexy! She could see that he must work out a great deal and that he must do a lot of sit-ups. His stomach was flat and she could see his abdominal muscles under the sparse black hair. He was just too gorgeous for words. Her mind was searching for something to say, her heart was beating out of her chest and, she knew, her pussy was already wet and pulsing. She longed to go back to the condo and masturbate.

"I was just wondering. You're so hairy...here..." She tentatively touched his chest with a shaking hand, then muttered, "But nothing on the back."

Uncle Al whispered, "You like a man to have a hairy chest, Daphne?"

"I guess I never thought about it. I haven't seen that many men with their shirts off," she managed.

"How about your twin brother? He getting hair on his chest yet?"

Why would he be asking that about Doug? That was odd. Wouldn't it make more sense to ask about her Dad? A grown man? "I think he's got a little hair on his chest," she replied, careful not to say anything that might lead to more questioning on the topic of her brother. No, she had not done anything illicit with Doug, but still...there were feelings and naughty thoughts, sometimes.

"Your turn, little Missy," he said, taking the suntan lotion from her. "Let me lay this thing out for you."

He adjusted her lounge chair and she lay on her stomach, a little nervous, but looking forward very much to feel of her handsome uncle's hands on her back.

Uncle Al, after pouring a generous amount of the oil into one of his palms, rubbed his hands together and began to gently rub his niece's upper back. "You've got a pretty good tan, yourself. Mine's from a tanning bed. I bet yours is all natural," he said as he rubbed her shoulders and neck.

His touch had her breasts and pussy buzzing already. He hadn't done a thing inappropriate, but she felt as if he had. She tingled all over. The thought crossed her mind that she should just stop him. As innocent as it was, it really seemed a bit unseemly. She couldn't imagine her own father doing this...

"I wouldn't even know what a tanning bed looks like," she muttered. "We are outside all day, every day, in the summer. Sometimes I wear a halter top." Why was she telling him THAT? "I never have worn a bikini before." She was so nervous that she knew she was blathering.

"Really? Honey, that's a shame. You've got a great body." he said, as he started applying the suntan lotion to her lower back. "Most women in their twenties don't have as good a body as you, actually."

He should not be saying these things! It was wrong. He was her uncle! No grown man should be talking about his niece's body like that. Yet, she had loved every syllable of every word he had said. It felt so incredible to be told by an "older" man -- the most handsome man she knew -- that she had a good body. It was so...affirming, she thought. Meanwhile his fingers had crawled under the string that tied her bikini top. One little pull and it would be undone! She wondered if he could detect how turned on she was. She felt as if she were panting. She felt as if she had been running. Worst of all, she was so wet that she was wondering if it would show through her bikini!

Now his hands had traveled to her lower back. He was actually touching the top elastic of her bikini bottom with his fingers. "This is where you're liable to get really burned," he whispered. There's no tan here. The sun hasn't seen your butt," he laughed, and gently laid a hand directly on her bottom, letting it linger there for a few seconds before squirting more lotion onto her upper thighs. He then gently rubbed the oil onto her tender young skin, his thumbs delving between her thighs and within inches of her sopping wet pussy.

Daphne didn't dare say a word. She knew her voice would shake. She felt that she was trembling all over and wondered, again, if he could tell. She knew that the way he was touching her was WRONG. But it just felt so wonderful. Nothing in all her experience, with the possible exception of Doug touching her a couple of times, had ever felt this erotic. This man knew how to touch a woman! Even though she knew she should try to stop this, there was no way she would. No. It just felt too good. There might be a line that she would not allow him to cross, but he had not reached that point yet! As he ran his hands down her legs, from her bottom all the way to her feet, she loved every moment of it. She had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning. She imagined her brother doing this very thing to her and felt a tingling between her legs that often signaled that an orgasm was imminent. She couldn't allow that to happen! No! He would know! What would he think of her? He probably wasn't meaning to turn her on this way. No, he wouldn't do that!

He patted her on the bottom again and said, "Want me to get the front, too?"

She gulped and imagined him touching her stomach, the area around her breasts and between her legs. Oh, she wanted that! Like nothing before in her life! She gulped and croaked, "No thank you, Uncle Al. I can do the front, but thank you!"

She got up and he adjusted her chair again for her, then adjusted his own and sat down. She picked her book up and pretended to be reading, but glanced over at him. Was he HARD? She glanced again, for just a second, at his rather brief swim trunks. He indeed seemed to have a large bulge pushing them upward. She didn't know if his trunks were baggy or if he had a very, very large, MAN SIZED, very erect penis! She remembered the day, down at the neighbor's spring, when she had leaned back against Doug's erection. It had seemed so big, but not like this!

Presently, Amber and Susan returned. "Well, did any guys check you out?" Uncle Al asked.

Susan flopped down next to him. "What do you think? Did they, Amber?"

Amber giggled. "I think I saw one old man checking you out, Mom. The rest were looking at me!"

"I'm betting that all the straight men and all the bi-girls were checking both of you out," Al remarked.

"Al, you don't have a filter, you dirty old man," Susan laughed.

"Yeah, Daddy. I'm your daughter. You shouldn't be saying stuff like that. Just look and don't say anything," Amber said, then burst out laughing. "Daphne is going to go home and tell them we're a bunch of perverts. Daphne, we go on like this all the time. Really. We don't mean anything by it."

Daphne was unsure what to say, but blurted, "You guys don't have to worry about me saying anything to my parents. They might not let me come again! They're really conservative."

"Well, your dad is. Chrissy wasn't so conservative back before she married him. Don't get me wrong -- Marvin is a fine man. They don't come any better, but he's more straight-laced than our family was. I hope that doesn't offend you. I don't mean for it to," Al said.

"No, don't worry about it. We all know that. It's kind of a balance, you know? Mom lets us do things that Daddy might not approve of, but we respect him, just the same," Daphne observed.

"You're a smart girl -- and a good girl, Daphne. You're so much like your mama when she was your age. Oh she was the prettiest girl in town. I bet you are, too!" Al said, leering at her chest.

"There are plenty of girls in our town that are prettier than me," Daphne replied.

"Aw, she's modest. That's so sweet!" Susan said as she took a deep gulp of beer. "Amber you could take lessons from your cousin!"

Nothing remarkable happened the next couple of days. Daphne was frustrated that the only place she was alone was in the bathroom. She wanted to masturbate and thought about doing it in the shower, but had never really experienced the intensity that way that she did while lying down. She decided that she enjoyed being horny, anyway, and she certainly could control herself for a few days.

She thought there might be opportunities similar to the first day they got to the beach, when she and her uncle had rubbed tanning lotion on each other. She did rub some on his back one day, and then he did the same for her, but both Amber and Susan were there, so there wasn't much to it.

Both Amber and Susan continued to wear skimpy bathing suits to the beach; Daphne noticed men staring at them. Not that she didn't get enough attention herself -- she was a pretty teenage girl and she looked good in a bikini.

One night after they had been out to a seafood buffet, Uncle Al found a Clint Eastwood movie on the TV. Both Amber and Susan said they were beat after a day at the beach and then stuffing themselves with seafood. Daphne, who really liked Clint Eastwood, said that she wouldn't mind watching it.

She went to her and Amber's room and changed into what she planned to sleep in that night, a white, very transparent, very short nightie. She really had not realized just how transparent it was until she got it home and tried it on! She had bought it new before the trip, but also bought a housecoat, which came down halfway to her knees, to put on over it. She imagined how exciting it would be to walk out in front of her uncle dressed in just the nightie. She had bikini panties on underneath, but no bra. She imagined how he would undress her with his eyes, as he had been doing every day when she was wearing her bikinis.​