Functional Defect 3

Functional Defect 3

This work of fiction is part of a series; if you haven't read the previous chapters, make sure you do before jumping into this one.

Two days after Pammy got her period, she would begin ovulating. This was good news for me because it meant we could have sex without worrying about unintended pregnancy consequences. It also meant we were that much closer to finals week, which would be less disruptive if I accidentally impregnated her.

"You worry too much," Pammy said, cuddling with me after a night of intense incestuous love-making.

"Do you think so?" I asked.

"Most of your classes will be online or remote-optional. The ones that aren't... well, I'm sure the teacher will understand if you're pregnant. They'll be flexible."

"But it wasn't always like that when I was in college," I responded.

"Did they even have college back then?" said Pammy, giggling.

I countered by tickling her.

"Hey, keep it down! I was sleeping!" Teresa yelled from her room.

"You woke the evil queen," Pammy whispered.

"And she'll turn me into a frog," my niece added quietly.

"What about you?" I asked.

"She wants my baby, so I'll live long enough to give her what she wants."

I couldn't help but laugh.

While fondling Pammy's soft boobs, we discussed my narrator's fear of my wife, Teresa, while having sex with Pammy.

We had stopped using the sex-chair since their first night together, so I didn't say anything about it. Pammy, on the other hand, had become more comfortable with navigating my wife's seemingly hostile behavior towards sex. Although I was pleased with how much intimacy my wife and I were having compared to earlier years, I still had some hangups about involving my niece in our sexual escapades.

During our evening stroll, both Pammy and Teresa were unusually quiet. I didn't try to engage them in conversation, engrossed in my thoughts as I was.

Once we made it back home, they sat on the couch and continued watching their show. I went to my room to watch the rest of the space-western series I was following.

Later, Pammy came into my room, stripped naked, and lay down, begging for sex. However, my stubborn wife monitor tried to ruin the moment yet again.

"Let her decide when she's ready," Pammy whispered.

I shrugged and headed to the bed, grabbed Pammy's butt, and began to eat her out. Suddenly, Pammy asked, "Where's mine?"

"I need to have a snack first," was my quick response.

As I licked her out, she said, "So, you want to share your sister's snatch around?" Teresa walked in, clearly upset.

"Get out," she told me, pointing at the door. She then turned her attention back to Pammy. "Be extra considerative tonight, Uncle Fuckhole. Some woman once told me nice panties."

Pammy listened, continuing her striptease despite her sister's teasing. She eventually joined me in bed.

Lying in my embrace, I playfully asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I dunno... maybe," replied Pammy, grinning.

Now wearing the clothes we put on for our walk, I crawled on top of her, moved her legs wide apart, and began ravaging her, making noises of ecstasy.

"What about me?" she asked again.

"I need to eat your pussy out first," I responded.

Pammy moaned as I went down on her. "Your wife will say something," Teresa interrupted once more.

"Is that why she's not coming with us to see Mom and Dad? She's jealous?" I asked.

"That pussy-munch is jealous," Teresa snarled and left the room.

"I like the sound of that. Mmm..." Pammy turned to face me, pulled me up, and started making out with me.

"Would it be wrong to touch your gorgeous ass?" I asked, caressing her derriere.

"Nah, just eat me out" I pushed Pammy's legs wider and began devouring her cave.

My mouth was filled with the intoxicating flavor of her fluids when Pammy complained, "Where's my pussy?"

"I'll get to that shortly,"

Pammy whispered, "Don't let her ruin this."

"I wasn't thinking she would."

As I dug my fingers into the folds of Pammy's sexually awakened body, she suddenly jumped from the bed. "I want you to fuck me right now. On your back!" she shouted.

I complied, jumping on top of her, slid my cock into her, feeling amazing heat and wetness welcoming me.

Teresa walked in, witnessing the spectacle. "Don't, please don't run away from me," she cried in despair.

"I have to fuck her," I told my niece. "I can't hold back."

"I don't want to watch," she mumbled.

The sound of her giggle turned to a gasp as I hurried to fulfill her desires. In reality, I was simply showing my appreciation for all the sexual activities and games she had been giving to me. I owed the same to my wife; however, she had never been fond of oral sex, particularly from me. I was unsure if she'd done it with previous lovers; nonetheless, she rejected every time I offered or attempted it.

I savored the moans and squirming of my brother's young girl as I licked her. My hard-on displayed my excitement, but I refrained from disrobing until I had provided her with an orgasm.

Knotting her fingers in my hair, she drew me in closer and urged me deeper. She granted me permission to lick her clitoris but protested when I tried to venture further. She promptly pulled me back to her slit and vagina, her rapid breathing reaching its peak before she finally came, squeezing my head between her thighs like a vice.

When she eventually released me, I stripped off and rejoined her. She lay face-down and arched her back. I entered her slick depths, seizing her buttocks and establishing a pace that would bring my climax quickly.

Her vulgar language and erotic noises increased my effort, and soon, I released my semen within her. Concurrently, she climaxed, making her pelvic muscles tighten. I barely had the energy to roll off the bed and reach for the lamp's light switch before pulling the covers over us. She linked her leg around my thigh and kissed me before I fell unconscious.

Later that evening, everything followed a similar pattern. Dinner, then a walk, followed by binge watching television, and concluding with me fucking my niece. Saturday and Sunday entailed sleeping in, lying entangled with her, and eventually getting up for a late breakfast. As if by routine, Teresa suggested going to IHOP, but I told her that I preferred to spend time with my wife.

Work on Monday progressed as usual. I completed a small project, organized assistance for the helpdesk in putting out small fires, and then began my second project.

By Friday night, I was eager for a weekend. The plan was to indulge in my niece sexually, have a leisurely break, and repeat the entire routine before breakfast. Teresa had hinted a visit to IHOP, so I assumed she wouldn't be too annoyed if instead I was sleeping with my sister's teenager.

Upon arriving home, Pammy was nowhere in sight. I recollected that she usually had a flexible work schedule, so she might have left early.

Without any announcement, Teresa set out plates for four, confidently prompting me, "Have you got blue-balls? You've filled that poor girl with your semen each night for the past two months. You're going to weaken your cock if you keep it up."

My mind focused only on Pammy and her friend. Their sexual encounter came to my mind promptly, and I found myself excited.

"Set four places, please," she instructed.

Noticing my reaction, Teresa smiled teasingly. "You'll have to forget about the redhead, I suppose. She's flustered you so much that your blood has rushed to your genitals.

"Katie!" she called to Pammy. "Consider the ignorant man your relative - he's a bore whose only hobby is a tendency to become overly aroused around redheads."

Pammy giggled, while Teresa referred to her coworker as "Katie." Katie's eyes settled on my private parts as soon as she stepped in, displaying my current state.

"Drop your luggage on the couch and sit down. The food is ready now," Teresa directs.

"Thank you, Mrs. ... or Teresa," Katie responded.

"Just Teresa here," my wife said.

"Thank you, Teresa," the other girl replied.

"Sit down, old pervert," my wife chastised, poking fun at my apparent age. "You scare the girl."

The newcomer glanced over to my groin, where Teresa's observations were all too correct.

"Place your bag on the couch and sit," Teresa commanded.

"Thank you, Aunt Teresa," Katie answered.

I glanced up to see Teresa roll her eyes as she said, "It's either Aunt Teresa or just Teresa." This marked the first time she had ever referred to herself as a possible older relation.

The pretty, freckle-bedecked Katie caught my breath. With red curly hair that fell just shy of her breasts, adorable freckles on her nose, and hips that were not disproportionately voluptuous, she mesmerized me with every move. Her ample buttocks peeked out from underneath her clothes, tempting me to give them a closer look. Knowing she was already aware of my arousal from their previous encounter, I wished to see her in detail.

"Ignored the idiot," Teresa remarked, seemingly indicating Katie. "He's always craved redheads and gets clumsy whenever in their presence."

Pammy snickered in return.

"Katie, ignore the senile old fool," Teresa advised, looking me up and down before addressing the redhead. "He's incapable of civility when he's overtaken with desire for your beautiful looks."

Pammy snickered once again and tugged her friend to the living room. Katie deposited her overnight bag on the couch, and both women walked toward the dining room. I kept my gaze fixed on them as they moved through the house, closing in on the dining table. To my dismay, my wife stood there glaring at me. I jumped back in surprise as Teresa chuckled. The younger girls snickered as well.

"Sit down, moron," my wife snapped at me.

I did so, as she followed suit.

"It seems you preferred chicken," my wife told the redhead. "I picked out the first recipe that looked promising. But it's entirely up to you to tell me your thoughts. John, by the way, has a thing for potatoes. I made a batch as well as some rice and polenta, just in case you had a preference."

The redhead beamed. "Everything looks fantastic, Aunt Teresa. The smells are making my mouth water."

My mind gradually picked up on a few subtleties in the conversation. From what I gathered, we'd spent most of our time in the living room lately—was our weekend being relegated to pleasurable activities beyond the bedroom? Pammy enlightened me with a revelation.

"The apartment building next door is undergoing fumigation," Pammy explained. "I asked Katie to stay with us for the weekend while everyone evacuates."

A sudden realization washed over me. Everyone seemed to know about our guest—or was I the only one unaware of these details?

"Thank you," I said fawningly to the redhead.

A sudden grin appeared on my wife's face. "He thinks you're hot and he's crossing his fingers that you don't notice that he practically soaked himself while staring at you in awe."

Pammy bit her lip to hold back laughter.

I began to sweat at this revelation. Taking a quick glance at my shirt didn't reveal any drool marks...but that didn't excuse me from my embarrassment.

"Pretend she's just a guest," my wife "suggested."

I avoided making eye contact with the redhead, feigning disinterest in her erotically enticing looks. However, the fact they had all seen me check myself for drool made the situation even more humiliating.

"This chicken is exquisite," I managed to say.

"It's scrumptious, Aunt Teresa," the redhead agreed. "Do you have the recipe handy?"

"I'll have Pammy send it to you," my wife replied.

Pammy's dinner compliments continued. "The polenta is delightful; it's my first time having it."

I was still extremely hungry, and longing for more. I devoured the mixed carbohydrates (potatoes, rice, and polenta), the last remnants of the chicken, and ate the green beans with the added bacon, despite being full. There wasn't much food left by the time I finished, and I put the leftovers in a take-out container for lunch next week.

" Change clothes," Pammy called out to me as they left for the spare bedroom.

After entering my room, I saw the two hygienists coming out, wearing T-shirts and leggings. Pammy's top was so short, it didn't even reach halfway. However, Katie's shirt concealed most of her upper frame, which was slightly disheartening to me. I changed quickly and encountered them in the front room. Teresa also had opted for a loose shirt and her recently acquired leggings.

"You checking me out, old perv?" Teresa asked impishly.

"Maybe," I replied stylishly.

"Oh, I'm almost positive your cock's perpetually erect," Teresa teased.

An unexpected idea struck me. I decided not to grope or grab her inappropriately. Instead, I went around her and continued my walk.

"Let's go," Pammy demanded, "before he molests any one of us."

"I was actually debating whether to rip off her leggings and fuck her in broad daylight," I said jokingly.

"I'm actually surprised you resisted," my wife added.

"I considered it," I admitted, effectively revealing my embarrassment.

We continued down the hallway and emerged onto the main street, turning left. Pammy deliberately pushed me, causing me to stumble. Then, she bent over halfway between her legs, providing me with a clear view of her ample rear as she faced me. She began to wiggle around with an exaggerated expression.

"My back is hurting," Pammy faked, "would you mind assisting me in standing up?"

"I'll call the cops of you continue acting like that," Teresa warned.

I processed my options and finally chose to carry on with my walk, leaving Pammy behind.

"Aww," she pouted.

"I'm astounded that you managed to hold back," my wife praised me.

I confessed, "I considered a handful of options, although groping your thigh and ripping off your leggings were running neck and neck."

As we continued, Teresa's gaze shone with curiosity—she could tell I'd always wanted to do more with the redhead.

Instead of focusing on my hard penis, I contemplated the interactions between my spouse, niece, and Katie. These two ladies were openly discussing our unconventional relationship. Katie, from what I can gather so far, hasn't appeared to be affected by anything they've said. It's assumed that she would have been informed about our situation beforehand, or we'd need to put in extra effort to prevent her from discovering the truth.

If she was going to be with us for the weekend, it's likely that she'd eventually recognize that my wife and I don't share a bed - and that Pammy spends every night in my bed. It may be apparent that Pammy had previously explained certain aspects of our relationship to Katie prior to her arrival.

This planning seems to have been going on for several days, and it also appears that they're sharing more information about my relationship with my niece than is strictly required. Are they making sure Katie feels at ease in this unusual situation? Or are they merely emphasizing my attraction to the girl?

Pammy caught up to me once again and took my hand in hers. We remained silent as we walked, and so did Teresa and Katie. I was eager to know what the redhead was thinking. I was also eager to see her naked body, but focusing too much on this could lead to trouble.

When we arrived home, the girls retreated to the couch. I returned to my room to finish watching my science fiction drama. After a few hours, Pammy guided Katie to the bathroom, prepared her for a shower, and returned to the front room. Soon after, our guest reappeared in an overhuman T-shirt and leggings that highlighted her voluptuous figure.

Wet hair is an enormous turn-on for me. The sight of a redhead with wet hair is particularly enticing. The combination of wet hair and leggings that accentuate her luscious body is enticing to an even greater degree.

A few hours later, Pammy opened my bedroom door and began removing her clothing. I switched off the computer and turned my chair to face her. She provided me with a bandana.

"Cover your eyes," she instructed.

I walked toward her semi-naked body but hesitated to put on the blindfold. I instead fondled her breasts.

"All right, I'll tie it for you," she said.

I shut my eyes and allowed her to bind my head with the bandana.

"Can you see?" she asked.

"No," I replied, not even attempting to open my eyes.

"Good," she responded.

Pammy undressed me and completed stripping herself. She assisted me in getting onto the bed, instructing me to kneel on my knees. She crawled towards me, bent over, and backed up until she was pressed against my groin.

I gripped my penis, rubbed it once, and entered her waiting vagina. I uttered a groan as I penetrated her.

"Fuck, Pammy," I uttered. "You feel so good."

"Proceed at a relaxed pace," she cooed. "I require at least two more climaxes before you can fill me."

I set a steady tempo and penetrated her. We had never used a blindfold before. I presume that the only change to our routine was that Katie was now observing us. The entrance door had been open when Pammy put the blindfold on me. The typical presence of Teresa (who would often interject a nasty comment) was missing. I didn't hear Pammy close the door, so I assumed it was still open.

Clearly, I didn't wear the blindfold for Teresa's benefit. Katie presented the sole source of variation. For some reason, Pammy and I were engaging in this intimate act while her coworker watched. I felt slightly uncomfortable about the incestuous nature of our connection, but nobody else seemed concerned. I chose to disregard who, when, where, and why, and just enjoy the pleasurable sensation of entering Pammy's wet, tight heat. It could have just been my imagination, or the blindfold enhancing my other senses, but Pammy felt remarkably snug tonight.

Pammy's frame contracted around me, promptly signaling her first climax. I slowed my thrusting as she dealt with her climax. Afterward, I resumed my actions, gradually raising the tempo. Her breathing became significantly irregular once more.

So far, I was engaging well. Pammy's tight vagina felt wonderful, but I wasn't feeling the strong urge to release my seed just yet. I decided to see if I could endure until her third orgasm before ejaculating inside her. I quickened my pace slightly and adjusted my movements so as to target her G-spot. I smiled internally as she reached her second climax while I was still able to withstand. [END]

My desires were escalating. This was about to be the peak for me. Right after her breathing returned to normal, I began intensely penetrating her. There was a soft moan coming from the doorway. It certainly wasn't Teresa. That revealed that Katie was witnessing me sleep with my brother's young daughter. I sped up my pushing – visualizing the expression on the redhead's face when she saw me ejaculate in my niece's snug vagina.

"Fuck, Pammy," I snarled. "You're tighter than usual tonight. I apprehend you're just wrapping up your period, but this could be the explosive load that places my baby inside of you."

"Fuck, yes, Uncle John," she cooed. "Stuff me with your naughty-juice. My vagina's on fire and you need to extinguish it."

I growled as I detected the shaking beginning in her body. I administered a few more swift thrusts and then inserted my organ entirely into her, crushing my testicles against her labia, as my penis unleashed my forbidden seed into my cheating lover.

As soon as the final squirt of my sticky semen had dripped onto Pammy's uterine wall, she peeled off of me, rotated, swung my organ through her lips, and spirited me under the covers.

"Goodnight," she said.

Katie was quiet but I still heard her footsteps strolling down the hallway.

"Am I allowed to remove the blindfold now?" I asked.

"No," Pammy said, snickering. "I believe we'll maintain it on."

Later on – I believe it was morning since Pammy kissed me awake – I discovered her rubbing my penis between her slit until it was erect enough for us to continue.

If Katie was perceiving this, she was quieter. It was still distressing to imagine her perched in the doorway – watching me invade my niece's vagina.

Once we both achieved climax, I was authorized to take the blindfold off. We showered together and then dressed to go to IHOP. The girls donned T-shirts and leggings. I slipped on a set of khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Teresa regarded me as dressing like an antiquated person. Pammy and Katie laughed at this comment. I neglected their remarks. They’d dressed for comfort, so why would I not?

Katie ordered the boysenberry crepes. I'd never tried them. I opted to experiment with them. Teresa, as usual, scolded me for trying something different. Perhaps she was correct – I’d been fascinated by hearing about them once she described them. The crepes differed in their preparation, but the berries fascinated me. I predicted I'd likely get them again. We did not regularly visit, therefore I lacked a preferred order.

When we arrived home, the girls declared they were ready for their walk. I scampered into the house and transformed, slipping Teresa's wallet on the kitchen table. Once dressed, I returned outside to accompany them. Like before, Pammy and I took the lead – with Teresa and Katie following.

Since we'd feasted on a late breakfast, we didn't commence preparations until several minutes past noon. Teresa instructed me to go to the barbecue grill with a package of brats and a bundle of burgers. A few minutes later, Katie arrived with the serving plates and spices.

"How'd you get entrusted with me?" I asked.

"Odds," she remarked, smirking.

"Marvelous," I groaned. "You'll fit in exceptionally well around here."

She laughed and then said, "I volunteered. I've sanctioned aiding my dad."

"Thank you," I responded. "If my words or actions arouse distress, please inform me. I do not want to offend you."

"I will," she declared.

"Fair," I said.

I implemented the bratwursts to my preference and started scattering the burgers in the desirable spices that I knew the others customarily utilized.

"Shit! Which do you want on your burgers – or are you only going to have brats?"

"I'll probably sample both – although I relish a long… juicy… hard… hot…"

"You're making me uneasy," I snarled.

She chuckled.

"Your laughter also disturbs me," I warned her.

She giggled again.

"You really possess no concept of how... aroused... I'm," I said.

"How eager I'm?" she inquired.

"Yes."

"Little me?" she exclaimed using an unusual southern accent.

"Yes," I said. "I would suggest you part from me, but I'll be compelled to gaze at your delightful bottom as you depart."

"I'll go inquire of Pammy how she desires her burger," she said.

As she gradually walked back towards the house, she peered back at me, watching me survey her.

"Vixen!" I yelled at her.

She snickered and continued her stroll. She returned a few minutes later. I fought the urge to gaze at her chest, just as I'd checked out her behind earlier.

"You didn't oogle at my cleavage," she said, mockingly. "Are you more of a derriere guy?"

"I'm more of a 'Lead me not into temptation unless you want the consequences' kind of guy."

She chuckled in response.

"Mary said, 'if you know what's best for you, don't screw up my burger,'" she said, recounting her conversation with our friend.

"Charred to black, piled high with maple, got it," I understood.

"Holly wants the maple - fully cooked," she added.

I nodded.

"I'll take the Parmesan cheese - medium done," she instructed.

"Thanks," I replied.

"No problem."

I spent some time fiddling with things before loading a platter with brats and sending her inside. As she walked away, I couldn't help but ogle her breasts. She smirked back at me.

"Your bosoms are just as captivating as your derriere," I commented.

"Thanks," she said, giggling softly.

"Your freckles and your adorable lips are strikingly stunning," I complimented her.

"Thanks," she responded.

"How are you unmarried and childless - or perhaps pregnant?"

She contemplated my question for a moment, saying, "I haven't found the right one yet, I guess."

"Check yours," she said. "If yours is complete, mine's good. I'll have to finish charring the rest for the others."

"They're good," she stated.

I left the grill burning for a few more minutes.

"If you would, verify the doneness," I requested. "There'll be intense consequences if I've not fully torched it."

"You're a pro," she noted.

"If I face gruesome punishments, it'll be on your conscience," I warned her.

She giggled and Playfully smacked my shoulder.

I shut off the gas, scoured the grill with the brush, and locked the lid.

Katie accepted the plate, and I gathered up the rest of our belongings.

"Thanks," I said, expressing my gratitude. "The door handle could use a wipe from all the grease afterward."

"Sure, no problem," she promised.

At dinner, Teresa had made corn on the cob, creamed peas, new potatoes, and cobbler for dessert.

"Holy smokes!" I exclaimed, returning from the bathroom and spotting the lavish spread. "We should have guests more often!"

"Pipe down!" my wife scolded.

Katie and Pammy chortled.

I devoured my meal, leaving no room for more.

Pammy handed me the leftovers to store in containers for the fridge. She loaded the dishwasher. Teresa wiped down the table.

"We'll likely spend the next few hours playing Splendor and then take a walk," my wife announced.

"Sounds great," I said, completing my tasks.

We spent the afternoon arguing over cards, stealing, hoarding, and breaking obscure rules in the games. Teresa prepared a pitcher of sweet tea, which I devoured - simultaneously lamenting that we'd have to double the walk distance.

When we embarked on our walk, Katie and Pammy switched positions. It didn't take long for my hand to reach for Katie's. I stared at her delicate hands and fingers.

"The 'Cuddler-in-Chief' wants to hold your hand, Katie," my wife teased.

"She doesn't need to," Katie answered, taking my hand and intertwining her fingers with mine.

"Has your cock hardened, perv?" my wife teased after three more steps.

"Yes," I announced, feeling her gaze lingering on the bulge in my pants.

Pammy ignored the comment, but Katie giggled in reaction, causing my cock to stiffen further.

"When we return, can we use your computer?" Pammy inquired, mentioning a school project.

"Of course. I'll have to relocate some stuff first."

"For us, that's fine," she confirmed. "We can type out discussion board posts on our phones, but the research for the papers requires a computer."

"Okay," I replied.

Upon returning home, I grabbed a book from my shelves and headed toward the living room to lie on the couch, preparing myself for any more comments from my partner.

"Where are you going?" Pammy asked, entering the room alongside Katie.

"The couch," I said nonchalantly.

"Hold up," she said. "Ignore Teresa."

"Right," I said, taking the book and heading for the couch.

"You can ogle my ass while I work," my wife suggested, chuckling.

"Ignore Teresa," Pammy repeated.

I took a seat on the couch, protected from any teasing.

"Seriously," said Kate, "you're not bothering me at all. Your room is yours, and I'm grateful for letting me use your computer. My laptop's still at the apartment. I was just planning to wait until later to do my assignment, but Pammy suggested we could work on it together to share ideas."

"Alright," I replied, collapsing onto my bed, on top of the bedding.

I tried to focus on my book and ignore the girls' firm rumps as they settled into their seats to start their tasks. Eventually, I rolled to face the window to concentrate on the reading instead of their adorable rear ends.

A few hours later, my reading was interrupted by Pammy joining me on the bed to lie across my hips and grope my crotch.

"You're not even hard!" she snickered. "I thought you were a randy old man with a lot of lust. You're ruining the story we told Kate."

Kate chuckled.

Despite this distraction, my blood began flowing to my penis, swelling it with strength and vigor.

"Did your dick just get hard when Kate laughed?" she asked accusingly.

"It's not surprising considering you're fondling me, vile temptress," I countered.

She rewarded me with a peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks for letting us borrow your computer. Teresa says she wants Mexican for dinner."

"Okay," I said. "I'll change."

The meal was delicious. The girls took their leftovers home. I devoured all of my portion and half of the chips and queso. I would need another walk to burn off the calories I'd consumed. When I mentioned this, Pammy suggested we burn them off with a different activity.

"Fuck," Teresa said angrily after my niece made the suggestion. "I can almost smell your desire, you dirty old pervert!"

After an hour, I was back on my knees on my bed with the blindfold over my eyes, waiting for instructions as my robust cock throbbed with desire.

Pammy climbed onto the bed and took the same position as the previous night. She doesn't usually do the doggy-style position twice in a row. I didn't mind. I enjoyed fucking her this way.

As her petite butt knocked against me, I grabbed her slim hips to secure her position so I could line us up by feel. Slim fingers reached under my testicles and slid up my shaft, towards my penis-head, pulling me to her wet landing zone.

Pammy is the first to try this - her fingers are thinner - her hips are more slender - and her rear ends are slightly smaller. I inhaled deeply without showing my hesitation. This girl smelled more like Kate than Pammy. My heart rate soared.

Another reason for me to wear a blindfold would be for me to fuck Kate without knowing. I was pretty certain I was just about to thrust my erect cock into the slender redhead's panty, and I bristled with anticipation as those slender fingers brought me to her awaiting orifice.

I moaned as the head of my penis grazed her. Pammy is always lubricated for me. This pussy was drier - and tighter. I gripped her thin hips and eased the head of my dick in and out, adjusting her to me and vice versa.

I could hear Teresa in the doorway, but she wasn't calling Pammy a slut or a whore. I also heard Pammy's chair squeak several times.

I moved back, knelt between her legs, palmed her mound, and pushed my tongue inside her. She gasped. Pammy has never done this before when we'd had sex or played around. I lavished her with my tongue for a few moments before moving back into position, ready to claim her.

This time, when I slid in, she took half of my length in one shot. Both of us exclaimed.

"Fuck! You're tight, sweet girl," I said, deliberately avoiding names, assuming I must maintain the charade.

Soft squeals and moans came from my partner as I gradually sank deeper and deeper into her snug passage. This was definitely not Pammy's pussy. My balls churned as my mind flooded me with images of the lovely redhead who had been staying at our house for the past 24 hours.

I hadn't been fucking her for long - after finally reaching her core - before her body started shaking and her vaginal muscles began contracting. [

"Come on over here, you sexy thing," I urged her. "Your pussy feels so good on my cock right now." I groaned under the aching desire to fill her up, but I was determined to try and hold off.

She sounded distressed and her body tensed up. Her movements became more hesitant as she struggled through her climax with no noise.

I wasn't quite sure if she was finished or not, but then her fingers found my balls again. She began massaging them, gently pulling as if trying to draw my seed inside of her. She started rocking her ass against me with the smallest of strokes. Her vaginal muscles were gripping and grasping, trying to draw me in deeper. It seemed like she was at the edge of a huge follow-up climax and just needed a bit more stimulation before she'd explode, and she wanted us to cum together.

"Oh!” I panted. “Sweet thing, if you keep doing that…”

Her fingers squeezed my sack. My balls began to swell, responding to her gentle touch. Her pussy kept pulling at me. It was almost like she was so close to exploding as well, and she needed the slightest bit more stimulation to push her over the edge.

"Oh! Sweet darling, you're going to get a massive load if you keep that up! You've got to stop. Sweetheart, I can't hold out any longer!"

She gripped my balls even tighter, pulling me into her as deep as she could. Her vaginal muscles began to milk my cock.

I could feel that my fingers were turning white from gripping her tight ass. I clenched my teeth, fighting off my impending climax while trying to remain in position. But it was no use. Her fingers had done everything need to force my body to ignore my resistance.

I groaned with pain as my scrotum reacted to her skilled fingers and every ounce of my massive load tried to explode from my cock in one go. A giant amount of sperm jumped out of my balls, down my stiff shaft, and fired into her warmth like a giant water balloon. She moaned as the sudden onslaught filled her completely. It gushed out between us and slid down my legs.

Exhausted from the incredible experience and the emotional strain, I fell beside my lover (surely Pam) on the bed. She climbed on top of me, rubbed her wet lips against mine, and pulled her body on top of mine. She inserted my hard cock back inside of her tight little tunnel and covered us with blankets. The door gently closed and some footsteps were heard in the hallway.

Loving lips kissed my face. I stroked her toned ass and pulled her closer to me for more sweet kisses. Katie's intoxicating scent permeated my nostrils as she cozied up next to me. Her soft purrs were like the cutest of kittens. I wanted to tear off her blindfold to tell her I knew it was her, but didn’t want to ruin their surprise.

"That was incredibly hot." I sighed. "I'd love to make you cum again, but I'm completely spent. I promise I'll try harder next time."

She nuzzled my chin and pressed her forehead against my shoulder. She bestowed gentle kisses on my neck and face as I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to feel my erection being ridden like mad. I tightened my grip on her round ass cheeks and assisted with her speed and depth, causing her to let out desperate mewls and soft moans.

"You feel so unbelievable, gorgeous," I breathed.

She seemed stressed and her movements were more urgent.

I heard movement near the chair and Teresa in the corridor. I decided it was time to put an end to the fantasy.

"Can I take off the blindfold now, Pam?" I asked, gazing at Katie's sitting form.

No response.

I looked at Katie in the doorway. She sat up and gently pulled the blindfold from my eyes, holding it up like a magic charm.

It all became clear once Katie's scars came into view. They were diagonal stripes from her right shoulder, across her chest, down her stomach, and almost reaching her navel. I was shocked to realize what had caused them. They must have happened when she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and caught in some kind of steam, fire or boiling liquid. Her skin looked like caramel from a state fair. She was obviously uncomfortable with her scars and usually wore a full top.

Her injury was extensive, covering a large part of her body. The affected skin looked a bit like taffy, stretched out and marked. I became overwhelmed with emotion as I realized what she'd been through. It was amazing that someone as beautiful as her could have such scars and still be so confident.

She looked at me with a worried expression. I reached out to gently touch the scar in the shape of a heart on her breast. "You're even more beautiful because of this scar," I said.

A tear fell from her sparkling eyes.

I looked at the girl in front of me. Apart from the wounds, she was exactly what I imagined - the epitome of a farmer's daughter - all packed into a tight bundle. Her tiny bundle was currently filled with my aching cock. She'd styled her pubic hair into a small burst of flame - matching its color to an image.

Katie was quiet as I examined her body.

"He's not checking out your scars, honey," my wife consoled her. "He likes redheads and he's admiring your girl parts, realizing that you're a true ginger. He wants to fuck you even more than before."

Katie glanced at my wife and then back at me.

"You are so incredibly hot!" I affirmed.

Tears filled her eyes, and she lay on my chest, hugging me tight.

I moved my hands from her bottom, up her body, embracing her, massaging her, holding her, caressing her - expressing how much I desired her - desired her affection.

She held me for a while before mumbling, "Fuck me."

I gripped her bottom hard and started sliding my aching cock in and out of her - slowly and tenderly.

After a few minutes of dry-humping each other, I said, "I adore this position because I can feast on my partner's breasts. Could I provide a little adoration for your petite tits?"

"They're not perfect," she said.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Sometimes it stings or feels itchy, but usually it's okay."

"If it won't wound you, I'd love to suck your tits while you ride me."

"Are you serious?"

"I am," I confirmed.

"Teresa agreed," Pammy added. "He loves sucking them. He sucks them so hard that my pussy yearns for it."

Katie lifted herself above me and allowed me to reach her breasts. I shifted my grasp from her back to her sides and lifted her body up, opening my mouth over her injured breast and licking and biting the areola and nipple, waiting for her response.

She moaned and intertwined her fingers in my hair. I took that as permission to continue - and treated her chest like I would any of my other lovers. Well, Teresa at least. I typically wasn't allowed to suck Teresa's tits, but then we didn't usually fuck like this either. I wondered if my newfound freedom would extend to Teresa too.

"Oh my god! You are so incredibly hot!" I told her again.

She purred.

"After you two conclude your amorous frolics," Teresa said, "I must take a walk. I ate too much the previous night."

"Before we are finished flooding this little firecracker's pussy with cum, I'd relish a stroll," I replied.

"... and a shower, I'm sure," my wife grumbled - before heading down the hallway.

Pammy fidgeted in the chair, internally debating whether to finger herself as she observed me and Katie.

"Do you want to sit on my face?" I inquired.

"Do you believe you're special?" she queried, snickering. "Seeking the affections of two stunning women at once?"

"Yes, I'd love to be able to brag about simultaneously banging the prettiest students in the cosmos."

Katie's arms reenveloped me in a bear hug and she bombarded my face and lips with kisses. I flipped us over, secured her bottom, and started thrusting into her, groaning loudly. She moaned and writhed and continued to kiss my face and neck. She dug her heels into the back of my behind and pulled herself onto my intruding tool more forcefully.

"You're insatiable," I told her. "You're almost causing me to fill you with my cum. I'm hoping you're close, as you're making my balls erupt with arousal."

"I love that!" she gasped. "I'm your fiery beauty, and I'm about to..."

"Cum for me, Honey," I whispered, "I adore hearing you climax - even more than I love unloading my seed into your snug pussy."

"I want a child," she whispered.

"Whatever you crave," I reassured.

Her lips found mine and she shook as she felt my seed burst inside of her. I thrashed into her two more times and then sheathing myself in her, I delivered my climax, groaning in relief at the long-lasting pleasure. Like before, her small snatch couldn't contain everything and we drenched the bedsheets.

When she could breathe again, she glanced at the mess created by our joined bodies and laughed.

"Did your member just quiver?" Katie asked.

"It sure enjoys your chuckle," Pammy remarked.

Katie glanced at me. I confirmed - and kissed her deeply.

"Playtime's over, you two," Teresa snarled. "Take showers so I can take a walk."

I gazed at Katie and remarked, "Welcome to the clan. As soon as Teresa starts screaming at you, you can be assured you're cherished."

In response, my wife seethed, "I'm not yelling at her. I'm yelling at your waste of space. Stop procrastinating and shower already. You spend far too much time on that, and I'm tired of waiting."

As I regarded Katie, I inquired, "Wish to conserve water with me?"

She chuckled and said, "Certainly."

I flipped her on top of me, let go of the bed, hoisted her up, and transported her to the bathroom. We were clean by the time most of the warm water was gone, and Teresa was growling that we'd be late for lunch if we didn't hurry.

Half the way back home, Katie hopped onto my back and munched and snuggled my neck as I carried her the remaining distance.

"You realize," I inquired of her, "that you've shattered my shower? My cock leaks precum down my legs. You're driving me mad."

"You make me slightly bonkers as well, Uncle John," she whispered.

"I'm getting close," I grumbled.

"What's the trouble, Uncle John?" she asked. "Are you contemplating inserting your filthy dong into your little niece's untouched vagina?"

I groaned.

"You're going to screw her, Uncle John," she purred. "Make her shriek your name as she culminates from your fat dick. You should feel ashamed of yourself, screwing your niece this way, taking advantage of her innocent girl. You're going to deface her tight, little vagina, colliding that enormous tool of yours into her - ramming her fragile pussy. She doesn't want your unclean dong, but you simply won't stop, you filthy pervert. What would our father think if he observed you ramming your penis into his dear daughters' tight little pussies."

Pammy simultaneously gasped, and I groaned. Katie bit down on my earlobe. I groaned as my balls discharged and my dick spurted my load into my brother's little girl.

"Did you impregnate her, Uncle John?" Katie inquired. "Did you deposit your incest seed into my sister's womb? The whole world will know how perverted you are if her belly swells with your spawn."

I groaned as my last drops of seed spattered against the innermost wall of my niece's womb.

Katie stroked my neck as Pammy kissed my lips and face.

"Out," Teresa demanded.

I got off my actual niece's body and transported my false niece to my bedroom. I left my shoes and clothes there. I collapsed onto the bed, dragging Katie around for more kisses. After a few moments, Pammy returned carrying our belongings, discarded them on the floor, and tumbled onto the bed with us. I received more passionate kisses from her as well, embracing both my lovers tightly. Exhausted, I closed my eyes and relinquished myself to the darkness.

I awoke to two sets of lips vying for my attention. Immediately, my appendage stiffened.

"He's awake," Katie chuckled.

Pammy informed me, "Teresa wants you in the kitchen to assist her with dinner."

"I know how I tricked you into sleeping with me," I told my niece. I stared at Katie, my pretend niece, and asked, "but how did I become so fortunate to locate you in my bed?"

"I could have short-lived affairs and fuck them with their lights turned off, but they ultimately noticed my scars and refused to associate with me anymore."

"Fools them; lucky me," I exclaimed before kissing her.

"The only thing I'm good for is to be your plaything," she giggled.

"Oh, I'll pirate your waters, hunting for treasure, as often as you'll allow me," I replied.

Pammy chortled, "Treasure or ass?"

Katie giggled more, sparking laughter and less seriousness.

Let me free myself from the grasp of the sea-witch before she realizes I'm with you ladies and we have to suffer a world-decimating storm to survive the night.

The kissed for a little more before we were halfway to the exit when the sea-witch emerged.

"About time," she muttered, flipping around towards the kitchen.

I pirated my best Captain Jack Sparrow accent, "Shiver me timbers."

"I'll shiver your timbers, if you dare," Teresa growled. "Mashed potatoes..."

"Got it," Pammy yelled out.

"Green beans..." Teresa continued.

"Me!" Katie declared.

The sea-witch glared at me, annoyed that the girls had claimed the chores meant for me.

"I might pleasure your clitoris, if it'll content you," I proposed.

"I'd rather you put your finger in your ass and twirl it," she argued.

"I'll set the table and round up the drinks," I advised.

"Go on then," she grumbled, resuming her work on the stovetop.

I noticed (inevitably) that she was making meatloaf, and I grabbed a box of Stove Top Stuffing from the pantry and prepared a batch. She detected this (obviously) and glared again.

"What's your deal?" she inquired.

"I assumed Katie might enjoy them," I responded.

"Very pleasant of you," she bit.

"I am aware that I never slept with my mother," I confirmed. "I bedded your mother once, though."

"Only because she was nominal, ripped, lying on your arm, and you didn't want to wake her to retrieve your arm. You complained about your arm going numb for two days after."

"Your mother was a voluminous woman," I clarified.

"You are implying my mother was chubby?" she barked.

"The lady possessed her own zip code," I said, attempting to stifle laughter at my own witticism.

A small soup pot nearly hit me, zipping across the kitchen and making a commotion as it bounced off the cabinet behind me and fell onto the countertop. I picked it up and transported it to the sink.

"You're fucking washing that - by hand," Teresa declared.

Since I had no other obligation, I commenced to it immediately, remaining vigilant of another pot moving in my direction. Teresa seemed to have realized that the girls had calmed down somewhat, however.

"You're somewhat of a slow thinker, aren't you Uncle John?" Pammy asked me at last, chuckling.

"Pretty effing dense," Teresa said. "Enjoys annoying me."

"I enjoy making her desperate as well - but it's easier to rouse her than to deliver her satisfaction," I said.

Katie giggled as my wife clutched another pot handle and wished me ill.

"I don't bet, I don't guzzle, I don't smoke ... my only addiction is the adrenaline boost that stems from energizing Teresa's fires."

"That and satiating your dick as frequently as possible," she jeered.

"I'm culpable," I stated.

"Meatloaf's done. If everything else is set, then let's eat," she ordered.

We all conveyed our serving dishes to the table and sat down to consume. Conversation was about how numerous miles we'd need to walk to expend the meal.

"Just wanted you to know, darling spouse," I said, settling back as the food digested, "Your derriere is looking quite lovely in those leggings nowadays."

"I'm not surrendering my thighs to you, you filthy beast," she bellowed. "That's why I accepted the arrangement; that I thought it would occupy you sufficiently to cease nagging me about entering my ass."

"I've never ridden your ass," I offered.

"You've entertained the notion," she contradicted.

"Once or twice - but solely because you wouldn't let me penetrate your vagina," I responded.

"I don't demand your minuscule penis up my anus," she asserted. "The perks tried that?" she enquired.

"Nope," confirmed Katie.

"Just once," said Pammy. "Never again."

I arose to fetch the serving dishes and Katie joined me. She stored kisses as she disposed of scraps into the rubbish.

"Is it inappropriate for me to claim I love you?" Katie enquired teasingly, addressing the trash bin.

"Nay," I responded. "I don't concern myself with what you label our bond; I don't want it to terminate."

Her arms encircled my neck and she lifted another kiss.

"Lend a hand to inform Teresa as well," I suggested.

"I heard you," she uttered. "Have no anxiety, I expressed quite plainly why I'm permitting you two individuals to dwell here."

"Are you moving in?" I enquired Katie.

"Seems that way," she smiled, smiling.

"Sure, oh powerful lover," I purred.

"If you don't keep quiet, I'll rip off your manhood and shove it down your throat!" she growled as she headed down the hallway.

Katie reached for my tensed shorts and kissed me again. Pammy also wanted some attention, and soon I was in a rush to complete my tasks while my loving wife stood over us, threatening us with violence if we didn't hurry up.

"I'll walk with Teresa; you two go first," I said.

"He wants to ogle your tight derrieres," my wife said.

"We know," Katie giggled.

"I love you," I told Teresa.

"Are you impregnating Katie?" she inquired.

"Yes," she responded.

"We'll need a larger home," Teresa advised.

"We'll start looking," Pammy replied.

"I want my own bathroom," my wife demanded.

"We'll find homes that fit your criteria, and we'll all tour them together," my niece answered.

"Okay," Teresa agreed.

"Katie, what are you studying?" I asked.

"The same as Pammy. Our schedules are currently mismatched, but we'll synchronize them by next year," she said.

"Sounds like a solid plan," I replied.

"Boy or girl?" Teresa asked her.

"I hope for a girl," Katie replied, looking at me with a grin.

"I'll settle for a boy," Pammy said.

"What's that?" Teresa questioned.

"So our babies can grow up together and marry each other," she explained.

"Seems like you've set something in motion," Teresa told me.

I chose not to inform her that it was she who had prompted my niece to acquire my services - the situation arose due to Teresa's provocative challenge. I focused on the taut, curved bottoms in front of me bouncing down the pavement.

Ever since we added Pammy to our family life, my wife and I have been more active sexually than ever. I wondered whether this pattern would persist with Katie. I assumed that it was Teresa, the one who had arranged for Katie to become involved with me.

I had only learned of Katie's reasons for joining us earlier that day. It appeared obvious that my wife was aware of the redhead's motives as well. I was just pleased that these attractive young women hadn't managed to find fulfillment with men their own age.

During the walk, my mind wandered, wondering who I'd end up with next. We were on the last stretch of our route. Pammy attempted to influence Teresa into allowing me to satisfy her - yet she wasn't persuaded. Given that I'd already had sex with Pammy that day, I assumed Katie would be next. However, I recognized this was an incorrect assumption, as I'd exceeded my monthly quota for sex - if not my entire year.

I didn't fall asleep inside either of my lovers but snuggled with both of them, blocking any every attempt to fondle me. They teased every part of me, taunting and tormenting me. Katie shared her past, including how her dad abandoned them both before high school and her mother vanished mysteriously afterwards. They learned about me by feeling all over my body, despite my cock and balls being off-limits.

The previous night, I fell asleep sandwiched between them both. Despite my straining balls and aching erection, I was completely satisfied.

In the morning, my nieces started looking for our new house. By afternoon, we had 5 open houses to visit. We piled into Teresa's car and went to the first one. [End of Paraphrasing]

Our tour of the properties lasted for all five of them, but it became clear that the competition was already over when we finished checking out the third one. This place had a six-person hot tub and an in-ground, screened-in pool. It also had bedrooms and bathrooms dedicated to each of us, along with a half-bath near the front room for guests to use. The dining room was a bit smaller than we would have liked, but the rest was far superior to the options we were considering. We chatted with the realtor and initiated a bidding war.

The process of placing our bid took a week and featured several back-and-forths. In the end, we placed an offer just slightly above the asking price. We found a lender early on Monday morning and convinced the sellers of our commitment by showing them a line of credit we had secured between the three of us. We had an idea that the competition was likely to back out if we presented a more solid financial standing.

The possibility that Pammy would ovulate in a week was not a sure thing; however, the four of us threw a massive orgy in celebration as soon as we learned that the house was ours.

Teresa chose her room as the site, inviting the three of us to join her for a spirited sexual session. To satisfy her insatiable desire, she ordered us to climb on top of her and have our way as she gave explicit orders. When she eventually released her orgasmic reaction, she roared, purred, and mewled. Her approval was the gift we received that night, with us falling asleep together in a heap of body heat and love.

The next day, Teresa awoke us all. She and Katie helped and encouraged Pammy and me in what became a delightful session where I filled Pammy with a new load. When the sun rose, Teresa woke us again. This time, both Pammy and Teresa used their naughty digits, lips, and tongues to excite and motivate Katie and me to give them an explosion of orgasms. We all then went back to sleep and missed our alarms.

I called in sick, and the girls sent their professors emails claiming they were afflicted with the stomach flu. We enjoyed boysenberry crepes at IHOP, and as soon as we returned Teresa to her home, the girls rushed off to work. Teresa rested on the couch, allowing me to cuddle with her. She did not even turn on the TV.

"Everything alright?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she answered. "And you?" she inquired with a playful smirk.

"There's no complaining here," I assured her. "Spending last night with you and Katie was amazing," I confessed.

"Not about the move itself," she replied.

"I could hire some college boys to help us shift items," I suggested.

"Hired young, strong, handsome boys around your sluts?" she questioned.

"I have no qualms," I asserted. "Just sport your new leggings to distract them," I advised.

She guffawed and exclaimed, "Yeah - whatever!"

She laid her head on my chest, and I hugged her. I almost thanked her but she interrupted me and commanded me to leave. I didn't make it far before she had the volume on the TV cranked up.

Since I had no work commitments for the day, I left for U-Haul, bought several bundles of moving boxes, and returned home to pack the items in my room and the spare room that would not be required over the next month. I labelled each box carefully, making sure they would not be in Katie's path. When I asked about moving Katie's possessions into the spare room, Teresa was hesitant until she saw the extent of the items Katie possessed.

She popped her head in the doorway to beat me to my next inquiry, instructing me to disassemble the bed and prop it up against the wall. Then, she gave me the vacuum cleaner and I scrubbed the floor where the bed had stood - for quite a few years. But the dust infiltrated my nose, and I had to run after an allergy tablet. By the time the girls arrived, the spare room was transformed into a storage-packed space.

Post-supper, we walked, combed through schoolwork, had my way with the girls (just me and the pair), and then zonked out. Katie nodded off to me finishing on her.

Later that night, we debated about whether or not we could skip our walk, since we'd recompense by carrying the boxes. Katie guessed we'd be needing six of them, so I managed eight. We twisted the catch on the sister's closet, but it worked. We transported her clothing on dark hangers, making it happen. It took two loads, but by night's end, her belongings were in the unused bedroom. The move left us unable to shut the door. We had even shifted the baby gear into my space to spare more space.

Katie undressed and positioned herself on the mattress, reclining against the cushions. Pammy stripped and slid into the redhead's legs, relaxing back on her. I stripped and got in-between my niece's thighs to enter her in a missionary stance. My hand cradled both of their breasts - one for Katie and one for Pammy - smashing their mount with my dick. We departed before seating down. We then snuggled for hours until slumber.

Chapter 3 Finale

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