A Christmas Trifecta

"Oh yesssssss, make me cum daddy!"

Between the time I'd spent masturbating and the eroticism of the moment, it didn't take long for my first orgasm to rise within me. It would be followed shortly by another and then more, each seeming to be a little stronger, each lasting a little bit longer, each making me cry out a little bit louder than the one before.

"That's it baby, cum again for me."

How many times did I cum? I have no idea! How did he manage NOT to cum? I have no idea! Still, it wasn't like he could control himself forever and indeed, I WANTED him to cum!

"Oh fuck baby... I'm going to cum!"

Like he needed to tell me. How many hundreds of times has my father cum inside of me since our first time? He didn't need to tell me when he was ready to cum, that was for sure. Still, it turned me on for him to tell me. I loved hearing the frantic lust in his voice as he struggled to hold back, to make his orgasm last as long as possible before suddenly erupting and filling my pussy with his sperm. (Yes, technically there was no sperm in his cum thanks to his vasectomy after I was born but it felt the same to me so I liked to think of it as such.)

"I love you Kelly!" he cried out as he drove himself into me as hard and deep as he could. I could feel him thrusting as his dick began to spew his cum deep inside of me, flooding me with his love.

"Oh daddy I love you too," I said, trying unsuccessfully to hold back the tears of joy as I gripped him between my legs, not wanting him to ever pull out of me.

For the next few minutes we kissed while he pressed himself into me. We didn't kiss like lovers but as a loving father and his adoring daughter. All our lust and passion was shared as our tongues met.

"Oh daddy..." I sighed as he finally allowed his now limp dick to drop from my pussy. No longer held back, I could feel his cum draining out of me and running down over my ass onto the bed. For a brief moment I couldn't help but be happy I'd stripped off my clothes beforehand. It wouldn't have done to show up and have my relatives see cum stains on my dress! Still, the very thought of my up-tight Aunt Sheri seeing a strategically wet spot made me giggle just a little.

"And what's so funny?"

I looked up at my dad who was reaching for some towels he had thoughtfully placed on the dresser across from the bed beforehand.

"Oh, I was just thinking if I was wearing my dress right now, and then Aunt Sheri seeing your cum stains on it later."

My dad chuckled. We both shared the same level of disdain for his bitchy sister-in-law. How she managed to produce a girl as sexy as my cousin Tammy was a mystery for sure.

"Would serve the bitch right... maybe you should have left it on!"

We both laughed together as he wiped graciously me off. There wasn't time for a shower and besides I didn't want to get my hair wet so this would have to do.

"Merry Christmas Daddy!"

My dad stood up straight and gazed at my freshly fucked nude body as I laid back on his bed with my legs rather obscenely spread apart. He held up one finger so as to say I needed to just be quiet and sit still for a moment. Opening the dresser drawer, he pulled out his old camera. Even though he had the latest iPhone, my dad was still a little old-school when it came to photography.

"Just a few for the album," he said in response to my look of protest. It wasn't that I didn't like my picture taken - I LOVED it when he did. I just felt a little funny looking the way I did. I know, it was silly of me to feel that way but it wasn't like I was in bikini-shape.

"It's not too many chances I get to get a shot of you like this," he said as he started to take shot after shot of me. After a few minutes he handed me back his Christmas present.

"Now show daddy how you like your Christmas present."

He switched the camera to video mode and I just rolled my eyes, smiling as I did. Men! Well, it wasn't any different from past Christmas mornings I guess in that he always took a set of photos and then when all was said a done I would dress again so he could video me stripping out of them for him. He mentioned his album... the mysterious album he as always referring to. I could only imagine how big it had to be these days. Wow, what would guys pay to see it? My dad could probably retire if he put it up for sale on line! I knew that was just fantasy as he never would do it. Besides, much of what was in it would likely just end up getting him arrested!

"Are you guys about done yet?"

I looked over to see my aunt standing in the doorway. She was still naked and looking flushed so it wasn't like she was exactly ready to head out the door yet herself.

My dad just grinned and pointed at me. "Ever see such a sexy sight?"

Well, he WAS my dad after all!

Chapter 3 - Brother #2 - Putting Aside Old Issues

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Driving up to my Aunt Sheri and Uncle Jim's place, it was obvious we must be one of the last ones to arrive judging by all the cars parked outside in the driveway and on the street. Oh well, I'd take the tingle I still felt between my legs over being on time any day!

"So do you think Tammy will be here today?"

It was obvious why Steve was asking. He'd been dreaming about fucking my cute cousin since the day he first saw her! It didn't help him knowing most of the other men in my family had done her at one time or another, including her brother and father and as well as my dad.

Unfortunately for my poor husband, things with Tammy had changed lot in the years since my dad had been lucky enough to take her virginity. While she'd been what I would call a wanna-be slut in college, her aspirations to follow in the footsteps of her older cousins (me and Kristi) had been largely thwarted by her overbearing, sanctimonious mother. Whereas both Kristi and I had been encouraged by our mothers to take advantage of our situations, my Aunt Sheri did everything she could to keep poor Tammy from enjoying herself as only a sexy teenage girl can.

I mentioned that her brother and father had fucked her but obviously this was something about which her mother was kept totally in the dark. No doubt she would have killed them all (and I'm not sure that's an exaggeration) if she ever found out. So not only did Tammy have to hide her incestuous activities, she also had to deal with a father and brother who weren't exactly what I considered the most nurturing and caring people in the world. In fact, as I mentioned earlier her dad was a total asshole and her brother emulated his father. Back at college she met other boys how gave her what she needed and wanted such that she pretty much had shut off her dad and brother so far as sex goes. While normally I would frown on a girl not performing her Christian duties for the men in her family, in this case I had to side with her as those same men had failed to meet up with their end of the bargain.

So this left my poor husband in the unfortunate situation to where Tammy simply had no reason to give herself to him. I have to say one thing for the girl, in college she not only got to be the slut she'd dreamed of being, she also had become a world-class tease. She knew my husband wanted to fuck her. Heck, I'd even tried talking her into letting him do her at least just once as a favor to me. Regardless, she seemed to enjoy teasing Steve relentlessly and even though he KNEW that was what she was doing, it was like Charlie Brown kicking the football with Lucy. Her kept thinking the next time would be different and that she really meant what she said when she would tease him. Now I love my husband but sometimes I really have to wonder about him! Oh well, just goes to show that when it comes to sex, the little head wins every time.

As for me, it had been a few years now since I'd last let my Uncle Jim fuck me. Even longer since I'd done my cousin Rick. I say "let" him fuck me in that was more or less the case. As my uncle I had an obligation to submit to him which I did for many years. However, submission is not slavery and the man has as many responsibilities as the woman for it to work. My uncle had failed to live up to his end of the bargain from almost the very beginning so technically I could have refused him long before I actually did. The only reason I didn't was as a favor to my dad as Uncle Jim wouldn't allow my dad to fuck his daughter if he didn't get to fuck my dad's - meaning me. Once Tammy stopped fucking my dad, that left me free to do the same with her father which I promptly took advantage of.

Today though I was on a mission. The simple facts were that if I was to realize my fantasy of fucking three brothers, that meant one of them had to be my Uncle Jim. The key would be not to let him know that was why I was doing it. As much as I knew he wanted to fuck me, I wouldn't put it past him to refuse if he knew how badly I wanted it. Yes, the trick was going to be to have him think it was his idea and the he was the one who was talking me into doing it...

As we gathered our gifts and headed to the front door, I was still debating over whether or not to tell Steve my plans. Indeed, I hadn't told him yet and the more I'd thought about it, the more I thought it better I didn't. It wasn't like I needed his permission to get laid. Even though one of my conditions upon accepting his proposal was that he HAD to allow me to have sex with my family, neither of us required the other to get "permission" to have sex with someone else. I mean it was just sex after all, not like I was cheating on him. Cheating in my book is all about intent so as long as I was just doing it just for my own enjoyment, why should he care? Having an affair is something entirely different though, something I would NEVER consider doing as that would be adultery, one of the "top ten" rules by which I lived my life.

My decision was also confirmed by Steve's usual sulking after I'd had sex with my dad. It was so childish that I wanted to smack him but I knew he'd get over it the next time we had sex. He hadn't SAID anything after I'd come downstairs after fucking my dad, not even some smart-aleck remark about hearing me - which he must have considering how loud I'd gotten a few times. It was the look in his face that told me everything. It sort of irked me that it was just fine for him to fuck my aunt at the same time yet he acted as though me fucking my dad was something wrong. Again, he didn't SAY anything - he learned his lesson back the first time he tried that crap. Sometimes though people say more with their body language than they do with words.

The house was indeed filled with people when we entered and the din was almost overpowering at first. Everyone came up to greet us and I have to say I probably got the most attention thanks to my current condition. Passing by the living room on my way to the kitchen where most of the women were, I noticed my two uncles sitting in the chairs, talking about world issues for which I figured they had all the answers if someone in authority would just listen to them. LOL

Steve was carrying our gifts so his arms were filled when my cousin made her way to us. She was dressed rather conservatively although the sweater she was wearing was so tight it showed off her well-developed breasts to their fullest. I couldn't be sure if she was wearing a bra but I suspected she wasn't from the way she jiggled as she approached. No doubt it was pissing off her mother to no end but I figured that was one of the reasons why she wasn't wearing one in the first place. She was 22 after all and not taking any crap from her mother these days.

Tammy greeted us and then she whispered something into Steve's ear and walked away with a smirk in her face. OMG, Steve's face actually reddened a little but I wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or what. Well, he's better tell me later what she said, that's all I had to say! Whatever it was it must have been good but I suspected it was more her being a cock-teaser than anything else.

Well, two can play that sort of game. Switching gears, I reversed directions and headed for the crowded living room. Everyone seemed to be talking at the same time and within the small room the noise level was ridiculous. At the same time, it also made it easier to say something to someone without everyone hearing.

For a moment I hesitated... who first? Well, since his daughter was the one to tease my husband, why not start with her father?

"Hi Uncle Jim, Merry Christmas. Wanna fuck me?"

I was whispering in his ear so nobody could hear and he must have thought he misunderstood me judging by the surprised look on his face followed by something more like disbelief. Unlike my cousin though, I wasn't being a cock-teaser.

"You're joking," he said out loud although nobody could have had a clue what he was referring to so it was safe.

"If you say so," I taunted him, "Your loss, not mine."

I gave him a peck on the cheek, just the sort of thing any niece would give her uncle, and walked away. Unlike my cousin though, I didn't swivel my hips and tease him further as she had done to my poor horny husband. First, in my condition it just seemed wrong plus the fact the majority of people in the room would have wondered why I would even do such a thing. Keep in mind most of my dad's side of the family hasn't a clue what goes on between the three brothers and their daughters.

Steve had been watching my little performance from the hallway.

"What the hell was THAT all about?" he asked me, nodding his head back towards the living room.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Then it clicked and he just shook his head at me without saying anything further. Of course he'd known what I'd done earlier with my dad but then he was pretty used to that. Granted, he might still not be thrilled about my incestuous responsibilities but he loved me enough to deal with it and not make it an issue. Still, having sex with my dad was one thing - my uncles another. Especially when it came to my Uncle Jim who even Steve could barely tolerate.

"Whatever!" was all he finally said under his breath as he turned in the hallway to move past me and join the other men in the living room. As for me, I knew I'd be expected to make an appearance in the kitchen so thoughts of my uncle were put aside for the moment as I made my entrance.

"There she is!" my Aunt Shari greeted me. Somehow I managed to smile and give her a hug. God, what a hypocrite! Most of my memories of her growing up revolved around her constant nagging of me and my mom over how I dressed and acted. Thank God she didn't know the half of it! Then again, there were times when I almost gave in to temptation and wanted to tell her how her husband was fucking me and her youngest daughter. Yeah, it would have made me feel good for a few moments but the ramifications would have been HUGE so I kept my tongue to myself.

So it went with my other aunt and cousins. Everyone asked the usual questions - when I was due (as if they all hadn't been told umpteen times), how I was feeling, was she kicking yet, and so on. It was to the point I wanted to write an FAQ for my pregnancy like I include in my on-line diary which I could hand out whenever I met with people.

One good thing though was nobody pestered me to do anything. If anything it was just the opposite in that I was told to stay seated and not to over-exert myself. Even though I really wouldn't have minded helping out, it wasn't like I would have this opportunity again (Steve and I intended to stop at two) so why not take advantage of it while I could? Another helpful thing I'd learned already was I could tell people anytime I needed to go to the bathroom and nobody questioned or even thought twice, regardless of how often I went or long I was gone for. Sometimes this came in useful... like now.

To get to the bathroom I had to walk past the living room entrance and I paused for a moment there, just long enough to catch my uncle's eye. I raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders, then smiled and moved on down the hallway. Standing outside the bathroom door - which was occupied by somebody (I think it was one of my younger cousins but it was hard to tell through the door), I couldn't help but smile when I saw my uncle make his appearance. God, men can be SO easy sometimes!

"Not the bathroom," he whispered as his hand landed on my butt and gave me a bit of a push down the hallway. The only thing down there were two bedrooms - the master bedroom and a guest room that usually was so full of clutter nobody would have slept in there anyways. Figuring the only real option was his bedroom, I walked in and he quickly followed, shutting the door behind us.

"So what's the story slut?"

If it had been my dad calling me a slut I would have taken it as a compliment. From my uncle, though, it was said with more of a sneer. Oh well, whatever, didn't matter to me as I'd been called a lot worse by people I respected a lot more than him. It never has bothered me for someone to call me slut. If anything for me it was a compliment. As I've always said, a whore does what she's paid to do, a slut does what she wants to do.

"Seems I was pretty clear," I said firmly with a sly smile, "Exactly what part of 'do you want to fuck me' was so difficult to understand?"

He glanced back at the door as if expecting it to fly open with a 60 Minutes camera crew capturing everything. That must have caused him to think as he quickly moved over to lock the door.

"Don't you think people might wonder why the door is locked?" I asked.

"That's better than they find out why it should have been locked," he chuckled, "So really... what's the story? You've been pretty downright rude for a long time now when it came to this sort of thing."

Well, talk about the kettle calling the pot black! I withheld my reaction though as it wouldn't have gotten us anywhere and besides, I was on a mission.

"I'm pregnant and horny, isn't that reason enough?"

He started to come back with something but I cut him off saying rather curtly, "Look, if you don't want to fuck me just say so. Otherwise we're wasting time."

"Hey, I never said THAT!" he said defensively, "You can't blame me for wondering considering everything."

I pretended to be angry then, which really didn't require much pretending. "Sorry I asked. Sheesh, all I asked was for you to fuck me. The least you could have done was just say yes and do it without giving me a lot of crap."

I huffed and started for the door as if to leave but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Then get off your high horse and on your knees then and suck my dick," he hissed at me, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles along with his jockey shorts. Yep, tightie whities, what else?

Typical Uncle Jim, always trying to be the one in charge, always trying to humiliate the girl. And he wondered why his own daughter no longer felt she needed to perform her proper duties as a daughter for him. Well, in my mind he forfeited his rights to her years ago in the way he treated her. If this was just about him fucking me I WOULD have walked out then and there, leaving him with his ugly cock hanging there. Fortunately for him I was on a mission so I didn't yet at the same time it pretty much locked in the fact that this might very well be the last time he ever got to have me.

The room was carpeted in thick ancient shag so it wasn't too hard on my knees as I gingerly got down on them. Like the jerk he was, Uncle Jim didn't even have the decency to help a pregnant girl!

"That's it slut, suck it!" he groaned as I enveloped his dick in my mouth. I really wasn't interested in giving him the best BJ, only enough to get him good and hard as quickly as possible. This wasn't for HIM, it was for ME.