Trick Or Treat With Uncle Bob

by Lubrican

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CHAPTER TWO

Bob wasn't sure what he'd find when he followed her into the living room. Betty was sitting in a recliner when he got there, and the two girls were sitting on the couch, far enough apart that it was obvious they wanted him to sit between them.

"We're gonna watch a movie." chirped Alice. "You wanna watch with us?"

"Sure" said Bob. "What movie?"

"It's called Pretty Woman. It has Richard Gere and Julia Roberts in it. Have you ever seen it?"

"It's one of my favorites," said Bob, sitting down. He was almost immediately enveloped in soft teen female as both girls leaned against him and got his arms around them.

There was little talk during the movie. It really was a good flick and, even though they'd all seen it before, the story line, and the way the actors portrayed the parts was gripping. They paused once for a bathroom break, and to make popcorn, but otherwise it was a nice, calm, family evening.

As the credits rolled Mary rolled her head on her Uncle's shoulder. "I like that hotel guy, the concierge? Is that what you call them?"

"It's something like that, though he was more of an assistant manager. Why did you like him so much?" asked Bob.

"Because he didn't care that Julia Roberts was a prostitute. All he cared about was that she was happy. He didn't let society tell him what to think. He was just ... nice."

Bob nodded. "It would be a lot nicer world if more people were like that."

"Bedtime," announced Betty. "Girls, go on up to bed. Uncle Bob will come tuck you in."

There were moans all around as the girls complained that the next day was Saturday, and there was no school, and that they should be allowed to stay up late.

Alice suddenly stood up. "Our presents!" she called out. "Uncle Bob never gave us our presents!"

Bob thought about the costumes in his truck. This wasn't the time. The mood wasn't right. And giving them the pumpkins would be very anticlimactic. He wanted to do it all at the same time. He stood up too.

"Tomorrow," he said. "Your mother already said it's bedtime. I promise I'll have a surprise for you in the morning, and your presents."

There were more complaints and moans and groans, these a little more authentic than the last, but the girls dragged themselves to their room. Betty stood watching, and when the girls were gone she turned to Bob.

"What did you get them?" she asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said.

"Try me," said Betty.

"Well ... OK. I brought them pumpkins."

"Pumpkins," said Betty.

"That's right, and other than the truckload I dropped down at the terminal this afternoon, the pumpkins I brought them are the only ones within four hundred miles."

"And you expect me to be proud of you for bringing them ... pumpkins," said Betty.

"Well, that's not all I brought. But I can't tell you the rest because part of it is yours. And I can't tell you, because then it wouldn't be a surprise."

Betty came over to him and put her arms around him loosely. "You're up to something," she said. "Are you sleeping on the couch?" Betty's house only had two bedrooms, hers and the one the girls shared. Bob usually slept on the couch when he visited.

"No, I think tonight I'll stay in the sleeper. I have all my stuff in there, and I can read for a while, maybe watch some TV or something. I'm not too tired."

"Good," said Betty, somewhat mysteriously. "Go tuck in the girls." She let him go and as he got to the hallway she said, "Bob?"

He turned around.

"Don't tease them so much they won't be able to sleep."

Bob grinned and headed up the hall.

When Bob got to the girls' bedroom, he knocked and then opened the door. Alice was in bed, sitting up, leaning on several pillows that were against the headboard. She had on a T shirt and a pair of baby blue panties that the shirt in no way, shape or form came even close to covering. She was reading a magazine.

Mary was standing up, hanging something up in the closet. She had on a pair of baby doll pajamas, and she looked about twenty instead of the seventeen he knew she was. She looked over her shoulder at him, her dark hair flowing out as her head turned. Her butt in the see through panties was gorgeous. With almost heart stopping poise, she turned and walked to her bed. The bra of her baby dolls was also see through. She had dark nipples to go with her dark hair.

"It's about time," grumbled Alice, who scooted down on the bed to lie down. That made her T shirt ride up, baring her midriff. The shirt bunched under her breasts. She held her arms out to her Uncle. "Goodnight kiss!" she demanded.

Bob knew a teasing woman when he saw one. He leaned over and, as he kissed her, he slid his hand under the bunched material of her shirt and up onto her naked right breast. It was the first time he'd actually touched her naked breast. She hissed into his mouth as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he rubbed her bare titty. His thumb and forefinger found her nipple and pinched it, rolling it a little as it stiffened.

"Mmmmm," she moaned into his kiss. He let her breathe and she sighed. "That's so naughty Uncle Bob ... but it feels soooo good."

Bob pulled his hand out of her shirt. "Just a little something for you to go to sleep on. He looked over at Mary, who was watching intently. She sat on the bed, facing her Uncle and took off the little jacket that went with the pajamas. Now he could see both of her breasts. Her tit mounds were small, but her areolas were large, maybe the size of a half dollar. He couldn't distinguish the nipples on top of them, but he knew they were there from what his fingers had found earlier that day. And then there was the darkness in the front of her panties that was her pubic hair. She didn't say anything. She just looked at him with big liquid eyes, and then lay down on the bed, her head turned toward him.

Bob got up and walked around Alice's bed. He stood over Mary, drinking in her almost-nakedness. She didn't cover herself. Finally she raised her arms. "My kiss," she said.

He kneeled on the floor beside her bed and put his hand on her flat stomach as he leaned over to kiss her soft lips. He wasn't sure about Mary. She had taken his caresses gladly that afternoon, but she was harder to read than Alice. Her hand came and settled on top of his and he assumed she meant to keep his hand where it was. That was OK. He didn't intend to ever force himself on either of the girls. He really did love them.

His kiss started gently, just a brush of his lips to hers, almost like running on the moon. His lips bounced up off of hers and then slowly settled back, touching again, only to bounce off again. Her other hand came up to the back of his head and pulled him down to her hungry lips. Now the kiss was warm and long.

He felt her hand twitch on top of his and, ever so slowly ... ever so gently ... he felt her push his hand ... down ... toward no man's land.

He lifted his lips from hers. Her big liquid eyes were open and staring into his. The pressure of her hand on his never stopped, never increased. He kissed her again and during that kiss his fingertips hit the waistband of her panties. He kept kissing her, waiting to see if she'd take his hand outside the panties ... or inside them.

She went inside.

She had committed herself now, and the time for slow was over. Bob thrust his tongue into her mouth at the same time he slid his fingers between her now spread legs. His fingers slid into a swamp of desire. She was so slippery that his middle finger found it's way between her labia immediately. He felt for and found her button and rubbed it. She tensed and her legs went wider still as her inees bent and her heels dug into the sheet. Then she arched her back and groaned into his mouth. She had been so hot she was cumming already. Her body relaxed limply onto the bed and he gave her more of those short, bouncing kisses. He pulled his hand out of her panties and stood up. Mary's head lolled to the side, her eyes half open.

He turned around to find Alice, lying on her side, a pillow under her arm pit, holding her head up with her hand and the elbow attached to it, which was digging into the bed.

She had been watching.

"And you told me to get a room," said Alice, her voice strangely throaty for a mere sixteen year old. "Uncle Bob I think I want another good night kiss. Like that one."

"You sure?" he asked. He knew Alice loved all things physical, possibly even pain. But a year is a long time in the life of an adolescent girl, and he wanted Alice to love him tomorrow too.

"Mary? Do I want a kiss like that?" Alice asked her older sister.

"Oh yeah," sighed Mary. Her own hand was now inside her panties and she was idly rubbing the same place her uncle had rubbed only moments before. "Oh yeah," she repeated.

Alice looked up at her Uncle. "Uncle Bob ... if I showed you my boobies would you promise not to laugh at them?"

Bob said, "Cross my heart."

Alice, with almost no embarrassment, whipped off her T shirt. Her nipples were as pale as Mary's were dark. Her areolas were almost the same color as her breast flesh. The texture was different, but you had to be within a foot to be able to see them. Her nipples were pinker, and more visible. They sat on round mounds of soft looking flesh the size of half a cantaloupe.

"They're gorgeous, baby," said Bob. He meant it.

"I've never showed them to anyone," she said seriously.

"I feel very privileged," said Bob.

"My kiss now please," ordered Alice.

Bob kneeled for this one too. Alice reached for his head with both hands and kissed him hard ... urgently. Bob slid his hand to her sex immediately. There was no teasing with Alice. But he kept his hand outside her panties at first, pressing her mons, rubbing it with the flat of four fingers, just putting pressure on her lips and the clitty that was hiding under them. Alice moaned in his mouth. He brought his lips up off of hers and kissed her chin, then down over it as she arched her neck, letting him kiss her throat and then her chest.

Now he pulled his hand up and dipped it into her panties as he kissed her breast where it left her chest, working his way up toward the summit. He timed it so that as his big middle finger found her slit, his lips found her nipple and he sucked and pressed her clit at the same time.

Alice jerked, her whole body shaking and she grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it as her hips arched up off the bed and she came. She made what would have been a lot of noise into the pillow. Then she too flopped back to the bed, limp.

Bob stood up and stepped back. He was rock hard. "Good night my beautiful sweethearts," he said.

"I love you Uncle Bob," said Alice from under the pillow.

"I love you Uncle Bob," said Mary, still masturbating on her bed.

Bob closed the door and turned to see Betty coming out of the bathroom. There was a towel wrapped around her hair and she was wearing a big terrycloth robe.

"It took that long just to tuck them in?" she said. "I took a shower while you were doing ... whatever you were doing."

"You have two very demanding daughters," said Bob.

Betty walked up to him and suddenly he felt her hand on his dick, squeezing.

"Well, you're still hard. That's a good sign," said Betty.

"Mr. Happy doesn't necessarily agree with you," said Bob.

"Mr. Happy? You've got to be kidding me. You named it Mr. Happy?" Betty hadn't let go of it yet.

"Actually, there was this girl. And she and I spent some time together and we were very close for a while. She named it Mr. Happy because she said it made her so happy."

"Oh," said Betty. "A girl. I didn't know there was a girl Bobby."

"I don't think it's fair to say there is a girl. The girl was Martha Hopkins."

Betty goggled. "You diddled Martha Hopkins in High School?"

"Mr. Happy did. I just went along for the ride. I was young, dumb, and full of cum. The way I remember it Martha diddled Mr. Happy."

Betty laughed a happy tinkling laugh. "Well, you and Mr. Happy have a nice night. The shower's yours." She kissed him gently on the lips and went down the hall to her bedroom. Bob went in the bathroom to take his shower.

Fifteen minutes later Bob poked his head out the door, looking up the hall.

Everything was dark. He walked out into the hall naked, toweling off his hair, his dirty clothes balled up under his arm. He hadn't brought any clean clothes in with him. It was a small town, and he should be able to make it to the truck wrapped in the towel. He had clothes there. He looked at the crack under his sister's door, but all was dark and he tiptoed by. He closed the front door gently and walked down the sidewalk toward his truck.

Climbing up into the cab barefoot was interesting. The stamped metal steps cut into his tender feet and he hopped into the driver's seat gratefully. He swung his feet around and stepped into the sleeper only to kick a pumpkin. The towel dropped to the floor, leaving him naked, with a bruised toe.

"Damn!" he'd forgotten about the pumpkins. He groped in the dark for the switch for the sleeper light and found it. Then he stopped. There was a curtain that covered the entrance to the sleeper. If it wasn't closed, and he turned on the light, anyone from the street could look straight into the sleeper. He turned around and, by feel, closed the curtain. It was now pitch dark in the sleeper. He reached for the light switch again and turned the interior lights on, closing his eyes against the brightness.

When he opened them again, he was staring at the sleeper floor ... covered in pumpkins. They had been on the bed. But the space they had been in didn't hold pumpkins any more.

It held his sister, Betty ... and she was very ... very ... naked.

"You took long enough you hairy ugly beast," she said softly.

"If I'd have known what one of my pumpkins had turned into I'd have been here a lot sooner," he said.

"I know you haven't had sex in probably a hundred years," said Betty, "and that you're so stupid you probably couldn't find a horny pussy if you were being born out of it." She spread her legs, exposing her very ... very ... bald pussy. "I shaved off all that confusing hair in the shower before I came out here. I wanted you to have half a chance at finding my horny pussy."

Bob just stood, drinking in her beauty. His cock was sticking up and out from his body at a fifty degree angle. It was like granite.

Betty licked her lips. "I used to have this friend. She and I did all kinds of stuff together. But she lived way across town, so the only times I got to see her were at the games, and in Girl Scouts and places like that. She told me a secret one time. She said she had let a boy get in her panties, and that now she could die happy. She said she'd quit school and have this boy's baby, except that her parents would kill her ... and then make her get an abortion."

Bob noticed that one long finger had slid between her pussy lips and was gently strumming her clit.

She went on. "Her parents found out she wasn't a virgin any more and they moved away with her. She wouldn't tell anybody who the boy was. Not even me, and I was her best friend. I wondered for years who had made her so happy. Her name was Martha. Martha Hopkins."

Betty stopped talking and lay back on the bed. "I want to be happy Bobby. I want to meet Mr. Happy. Come love me Bobby. I need you so badly."

The mood was only slightly broken by Bob having to pick his way through a mine field of pumpkins to get to her. When he did, and crawled onto the bed, things happened in that way that is at once as fast as a bullet train ... but is seen in slow motion.

Betty's legs were still spread, her bare pussy obscenely open, her pussy lips parted by that finger, slowly stroking her clit. Her pussy lips were fat and dark, engorged because she had played with them while she waited, building her passion to a fever pitch.

And Bob was primed too, by his play with his nieces, and by his long-suppressed lust for his own sister. And when they came together, it was a ballet of sorts, where each participant did exactly what was needed at exactly the right time, moving in concert with each other. His prick surged toward her pussy like laser guided smart bomb and the target opened and waited to be plundered. Between the time the tip of his penis made contact with her pussy lips, and the time that tip mushed into the mouth of her cervix, deep in her belly, a total of forty-five one hundredths of a second had passed. His rampant prick penetrated her like an assassin’s knife, skewering her defenseless sex.

But for the two of them, it was slow motion. Betty felt every millimeter of his penis as it penetrated her. She felt his foreskin bunch up as her pussy lips stretched not quite enough to let him in easily. Then the head of his cock slid out of that bunched foreskin and, like a snake going after a baby prairie dog, slithered down her tunnel until it was stopped by the gates to her womb. There were bumps and veins on his cock that gave it texture. Betty felt every bit of that texture and loved it.

For Bob the primary sensation was heat. Her pussy was burning hot, like that salsa in Mexican Restaurants that tastes so good on chips, but burns so hot you can't taste the food when it comes. Heat was followed by the tactile feel of her skin against his as he pressed down on her body. Her breasts were soft and cushiony, and her legs seemed to touch every square inch of his own. Her hands came to the small of his back and helped press him deep into her body. Then he smelled her hair, and the sweetness of her breath just before their lips came together in a kiss that traded a little bit of each person's essence, giving it to the other in a way that was possibly more intimate than the sex they were engaging in.

Both were too hot to last. Like he was some stud horse, Bob lasted for four or five massive and deep lunges into her body before he tensed and his semen flowed out of him like water. He'd been teasing and being teased for almost seven hours by three beautiful women. He'd engaged in sexual acts that satisfied his two nieces, but only heightened his own need to cum. And now he was engaged in making love with the woman he loved most in the world.

His balls were bloated, almost aching, and when release came, the amount of spend he produced was three times normal.

With Betty it was different. She had been horny for over a year. She'd gone out with three men during that year, and, though they were nice enough men, nothing clicked and the hope and anticipation of meeting a man she could invite into her bed was left unfulfilled. She'd known it at some level, but had pushed that deep. She was a practical woman, who knew that pining for love wouldn't produce it. And all that passion had been crammed into a vault, the combination to which she just did not have. Bob, in his light hearted fiddling, had accidentally twirled her knobs in just the right pattern, and the vault door had popped open. And when she felt that rush of hot sperm flowing into her womb, the door to that vault slammed open, smashing against the wall so hard that she knew the door was warped, and that her passion could never again be sealed away in that place.

The only outward sign that Betty Foster was having an orgasm was that her pussy muscles cramped, tightening on Bob's spurting cock, which made each spurt a little harder to get through his cock, and made those spurts all the more sensual for him. Then her pussy spasmed, milking his cock for its precious contents. Her cervical mouth dipped and semen flowed into her womb, making a miniature lake, white and milky looking, had there been light to see it.

A gauge of the passion both expended during the tryst just described, is that, from the time Bob opened the door of his tractor, to the time he fertilized his sister, consumed seven and one half minutes of Bob's night in the sleeper of his truck.

The second time they made love, he lasted almost ten minutes.

When she woke him up at three thirty in the morning, she whispered, "I told you payback would be a motherfucker. Now, fuck this mother again." He lasted half an hour.

But those times only accounted for actual fuck time. There was talk time and a lot of foreplay. All in all, Bob's first night at Betty's house garnered him about three actual hours of sleep.

He could always take a nap the next day.

It never occurred to them that the girls would come out to the truck in the morning to wake up their Uncle Bob. When the tractor rocked as a girl climbed up on each side of it to gain access, Bob's trucker instinct woke him up. He was already reaching for his .410 snake charmer when he heard a giggle and realized who was climbing into his truck. He couldn't believe he hadn't locked it the night before. Then his muzzy brain remembered whose naked and cum-soaked body was lying next to his and he half sat up just in time to see the privacy curtain being pulled aside and two cute teenage faces peering into the partial darkness of the sleeper. The sun was right behind the girls, streaming into the windshield.

"Uncle Bob?" came Alice’s soprano voice.

"Mom!" gasped Mary.

"Mmmm?" said Betty, waking up.

"Mom?" came Alice's voice.

What the girls saw was their mother, lying on her back, her legs partially spread. Her shaven pussy was glistening with a shiny, milky white coating. While the girls didn't know it then, what they smelled was the odor of great sex and a valiant attempt to impregnate a woman.

"Morning girls," said their mother sleepily. Then, her eyes popped wide open. "Girls?! Oh noooooooo," she wailed, rolling to hide her face in Bob's ... lap. That brought her nose into contact with the vehicle that had delivered all that slippery sperm to her pussy. Under other conditions, she might have smiled, opened her mouth, and tasted the product of her lust driven actions the night before.

But, of course, these weren't quite those conditions.

There was an interesting silence as the girls took in what it looked like to be ... well fucked.

"Wow, Mom!" said Mary, the first to partially recover from the surprise.

"And we have to beg you just to let us date!" said Alice, sounding irritated.

Mary addressed her uncle. "I know you said you'd have a surprise for us Uncle Bob, but I never expected anything this surprising."

Betty continued to moan into Bob's cock, making it look like she was trying to make a recording and Bob's cock was the microphone. "Oooo I'm so embarrassed," she cried.

Again it was Mary who adapted the most quickly. "Come on, Mom, we're grown up enough to know you've had sex before."

Bob's tongue came unglued. "I think maybe it's because of who you found her having sex with."

Perhaps Alice's teen mind was just overwhelmed and needed something normal to latch onto. Perhaps it was just the capricious nature of the teen female mind. For whatever reason, she suddenly squeaked "Look ... Look at all the pumpkins! There must be a hundred of them!"

Bob, being normal enough to want to dodge an issue when he could, said, "Yeah, they're part of your presents."

Mary, still more interested in what her mother looked like, and what that interesting thing her mother had her mouth so close to might look like if only her mother would move, said, "Pumpkins? Why would you bring us pumpkins?"

"Well," said Bob, stroking his shaking sister's blond hair as she breathed on his cock, "Those are almost the only pumpkins in the three state area that got hit by the frost. I thought you guys might want to carve some into Jack-O-Lanterns for Halloween, and maybe sell the rest for some spending money."

"Oh." said Mary. "And we can spend the money any way we want to?" She sounded a little bit mercenary, but Bob understood that, until Mary got her promotion and raise, things had been pretty slim for them.

"Any way you want to," he confirmed.

Mary said, "OK, here's what we'll do. We'll make breakfast, and as soon as Mom gets herself under control ..." It was Mary who sounded like the parent all of a sudden, "you guys can get dressed and come inside and eat. And then we'll get the pumpkins out and take them to the Mall. I bet we can sell them all down there," she finished brightly.

"Hey!" said Alice. "You said these were part of out present. What's the rest? Did you give Mommy her present last night?"

Bob had to laugh. "I guess I did give her part of her present last night. You girls go on. I'll bring your presents with me when we come in."

The two girls vanished, letting the privacy curtain fall back into place and it was suddenly dark in the sleeper again.

"Oh Bob, what am I going to do?" moaned Betty. "The girls will probably think from now on that I'm a ... slut!" She burst into tears.

Bob just held her and told her everything would be fine. "I don't think the girls were all that shocked," he said to her hair as she shook against him. "Like Mary said, they know you've had sex before. They're almost grown women. They know about these things."

"You really think so?" she sniffled.

Bob got her calmed down enough for them to both realize she had come out to the truck in only her robe the night before. She hadn't actually planned on staying in the truck the whole night.

"I have something you can wear." said Bob and he got out a pair of his jeans and a work shirt for her. She didn't even have to unbutton the jeans to get them over her hips and started giggling as she realized she'd have to walk up to the house holding them up. If her neighbors were looking there would be rumors everywhere.

Suddenly she didn't care. Last night had been glorious ... amazing ... fulfilling beyond her wildest dreams ... and she wasn't going to let a few neighbors ruin it for her. She was still very nervous when she got into the house, though, thinking about what her daughters would say to her. She ducked into the bathroom for a shower. It was a long shower. She didn't want to come out and face the girls.

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