Chapter 9
"So I'll be home next Saturday," April told her stepbrother.
"We look forward to it," he said back. "Brenda's turned into quite a young lady this past year.
" He smiled down at his niece, whose cheeks were currently bulging with the cock he was feeding between her lips.
Brenda had turned into quite the young lady, in fact, and she now begged to have him between her lips, her legs and her asscheeks on a regular basis and when she was bad—which she sometimes was on purpose—she would immediately come to report her infraction and receive her spanking.
Which would invariably lead her to begging for his cock.
All in all, Brenda had turned into an exemplary young woman, as far as her Uncle John was concerned.
The very image of her mother when she was younger, before she turned into a born-again prude.
Uncle John hoped that when April saw how her daughter had turned out with his loving care that his stepsister might remember what a fantastic slut she'd been in her younger years.
April knocked on her stepbrother's door and waited, but no one answered.
She rang the doorbell and still no answer.
She frowned, upset because her stepbrother and daughter knew when she was going to arrive and she was right on time.
Confused and feeling rather abandoned, she tested the knob and found the door to be unlocked.
As soon as she stepped inside, she heard it.
.. soft erotic moaning coming from the living room.
She blushed furiously, appalled that she'd walked in on something private—and then immediately wondered who on earth her stepbrother could be keeping company with when he knew she was going to be there.
Something stirred in her memories and she found herself walking to the living room with reluctant steps.
"Oh my god!"
All of the wind felt knocked out of her as she bore witness to the incredible sight of her young daughter, just nineteen years old, eagerly bouncing up and down on her stepbrother's big cock. Not only that, but the moment she saw them together, the memories that she’d tried so hard to forget came hurtling back to the front of her brain.
The many times she and John played Doctor.
.. or House where they were Mommy and Daddy.
.. and how often those games had happened when they were far too old to be doing such things.
How often she'd been the one bouncing up and down on her stepbrother's cock.
"Hello, sister dear," he said, smiling at her as though what he was doing wasn't perverse and wrong. His hands squeezed her daughter's breasts as he leered at his horrified stepsister. "We've been waiting for you."
The End