I love incest. AND I love my Uncle John.

Uncle John has been my favorite uncle for as long as I can remember, and I’m his favorite niece! If my Daddy knew WHY he was my favorite uncle, he would probably shoot him! My Daddy’s pretty possessive of his little girl – he doesn’t like to share. He doesn’t know it, but he’s been sharing me with Uncle John for a long, long time. I’d never seen a cock up close and personal before, but I had always been curious! I would see my brother and my Dad get into the shower, and stare at their cocks, wondering what in the world you do with one of those? One day while he was babysitting, Uncle John educated me on exactly what to do with it! I just love incest Phone Sex!

We were out on the farm that he and my aunt ran the first time we had some naughty fun together! I had already been having incest fantasies about my brother and my Daddy. My Uncle was different somehow, though. He never talked to me or treated me like a little kid, as everyone else did. Instead of thinking I was a pest, he would instead tell me what a beautiful, intelligent Princess I was, and how much he loved me. I knew I could trust my Uncle John to the ends of the earth. He would never do anything to hurt me.

I loved helping tend to the horses. I was still forbidden by my parents to ride – I was “too young”. But sometimes Uncle John would slip a blanket on one of the old mares and lead her around with a halter rope, me giggling and hanging onto her neck. We always had such a good time together! After this particular day, it was very hot, and my uncle’s horse Hannah was panting and sweating. As I brushed her down and watered her, so was I! I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then squatted down on the ground, picking up the water hose and letting the water dribble out of the end of it and into my mouth.

It was so cold and refreshing that I got a little greedy, almost sucking the water from the hose. It was dripping down the front of my shirt, and had plastered it to my body. I wasn’t wearing a bra over those tiny perky titties, so my nipples were hard and standing out against the thin fabric of my t-shirt.

Incest fun was the furthest thing from my mind right then until I turned around and spotted my Uncle John. I smiled up at him, apologizing for making a mess. The whole front of my shirt was wet, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes were looking me over. There was this look of lust and longing on his face, mixed with a little guilt. I think he knew – today’s the day he would make his favorite niece a little less innocent.

Without a word, he unbuckled his belt and his pants, pulling out HIS cock which was a lot bigger than my Dad’s or my brother’s and SO hard! I didn’t ask if I could touch it. I just reached out and wrapped my hand around it. Uncle John looked like he was going to pass out! He told me we shouldn’t be doing this together, both because of my age, and because it was something called incest, and that was something my mom and dad would be mad at both of us for. It would have to be our little secret, he said. I was already down on my knees, ready to imitate what I had seen in the dirty movies my mom and dad kept hidden under their bed.

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