extrem incest

He was sitting in the dark. His arm chair strategically placed before his large picture window to observe the house next door. Angie was moving gracefully about her living room as he listened to a light cello jazz solo on his stereo. The string music seeming to make the perfect counter point as his neighbor replaced a book she’d been reading on her bookshelf. Examining the shelf more closely she left the room for a moment, returning shortly with a rag she began dusting most of the surfaces in the room as he watched.

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He knew all of the labels people might apply to what he was doing. All of the terms by which they would refer to him, Voyeur, Peeping Tom, Stalker and because of the age difference, Dirty Old Man and Pervert. None of that mattered to him. He loved his younger cousin, Angie. He had loved her for over twenty years now. He had loved her since she was a child and her then husband, Mort, had moved into the house next door five years ago. He had helped them get a good deal on their house.

Mort was gone now. She’d thrown his useless ass out months ago and was now simply waiting for sufficient time to pass for the divorce to be final. Both homes had swimming pools in the back yard. He’d helped her when she’d called the local Pool Service company to find a leak in her liner and patch it. They were there only an hour. He’d talked to her over the fence after, asking about the problem and found they had charged her almost $200.00 for the repair. There were only two Pool companies in the county, and both were owned by bandits. He made her promise to call him first if she had another problem. He heard his first fight between she and her husband that night.

In the last five years he’d helped with problems around their home many times. He’d been to parties and barbecues over there and had them over to his place. But only because of her. Mort was an asshole, through and through. From the top of his already bald head to the tips of his hairy toes the man was all ass. He used to ask himself how she could ever have chosen a person like Mort, until she finally tossed him out on his ass. Now he truly wished he was twelve years younger and in better shape.

Angie had finished dusting and moved out of view to the left. Coming once more into view she left the room turning out the light as she left.

He rose then, taking his beer with him as he paused at the stereo and turned it off. Remembering how he’d never liked this type of music until he’d seen her shadow dancing to it on her home’s rear patio. Since then, he’d developed a taste for it from repeated listening, her lithe form dancing before his mind’s eye each time he heard it.
Climbing the stairs he wondered for the millionth time if he should really make an approach, ask her out for dinner and a drink. He’d swear that in some of their recent conversations she’d left him openings for an approach. But he’d never been good at the dating thing, had never been able to really see opportunities until they were past. He’d made mistakes in this area too, thinking he’d seen something that wasn’t there. His heart had been broken many times over the years and he was afraid of going through that pain again. He was more afraid of losing her as a friend, of driving her away and making her afraid of him. That pain would be even worse.
Upstairs, he opened the door to his office and, without turning on the lights, rolled the chair from his desk over near the window, opposite the window of her bedroom. He was seating himself when her bedroom light came on and he felt his stomach drop through the floor. Her curtains, over the broad sliding bedroom windows, which had remained open for the last month, was closed. He couldn’t see. Crestfallen, he simply sat staring when suddenly the curtains opened and Angie was there. She leaned forward and slid open the window before turning back into the room. At the foot of her bed she crossed her hands across her waist and in one elegant move raised the hem of her sweater over her head and removed it. Her lacy white bra was a half-cup, pushing her breast up and together, creating a lovely cleavage between the pale creamy mounds. He swallowed and felt himself going hollow inside, once again, at her beauty.

He knew that he had to get his nerve up soon. He had to make a move of some kind if only to know, if only to end the heartache he felt whenever he saw or thought of her. If he didn’t, someone else would snatch her up and any opportunity he might have had would be gone. But he was a coward in matters of the heart. Afraid to trust once again. It was simply so much easier to simply coast along and let be what will be. Of course, he knew that what would likely be is continued loneliness unless he did something, anything. He had to decide…
Angie was releasing the catch on her skirt as he watched and allowed it to slide down her legs. Stepping from it, she folded it once and smoothed out some wrinkles with her hand before draping the garment over the back of a chair. Dressed now in half-slip and bra Angie reached up and with deft moves unpinned her hair where it was piled neatly atop her head. She had always seemed to wear it up and it suited her. Revealing the long graceful curve of her neck, it gave her a statuesque quality lending a light regality to the air about her. Once free, her dark hair fell in waves, brushing her cheekbones and cascading over her shoulders until the slightly curled ends rested atop the mounds of her breasts. Running her fingers lightly through the thick tresses, Angie shook her head and the unruly mass seemed more ordered in how it lay.
She was standing sideways to his view as she raised her slip and reached beneath to slide her hose down her legs. Those long tapers of silk he had seen so rarely in the last five years, but had seen more frequently in the last two months since he’d begun his vigils. He decided he had graduated. He was now officially a dirty old man, since gazing at her in this fashion always made him hungry. Hungry for the touch of her, the feel of her and, yes, even the taste of her.
Angie moved to the bathroom door and entered there, hose in hand, returning momentarily and moving to her dressing table where she began removing her makeup. He took a sip of his beer as he watched, finding the can empty. Looking at it he was surprised, he didn’t remember taking the last sip. He sat patiently, watching as her hands moved smoothly to jars of creams and tissues as she cleaned then moisturized her face. Steam was showing through her bathroom door as she finished and quickly moved into the little room, closing the door behind her.

Moving then, he left the room and went down to the kitchen for a fresh beer. The small light inside the refrigerator hurting his eyes and momentarily blinding him when he opened the door. Deciding that he truly was hungry, he removed a Swanson meal from the freezer and put it in the oven, setting the temperature and checking the time before he left the room. He would eat after Angie had gone to bed. Climbing the stairs once more, he was soon back in his chair and patiently waiting for another view of the woman he loved.
When she emerged Angie was dressed in a long yellow robe, a towel wrapped her head. The heavy material of the robe was all concealing, but he wasn’t concerned about that. In whatever she wore or did not wear, just the sight of her caused his heart to beat faster. He watched as she sat once again at her dressing table and took a hair drier from the drawer. Loosing the towel, she rubbed at her hair, drying it as much as possible as she turned her head this was and that, side to side and back with the movements of the towel in her hands. He unconsciously licked his lips as she took up a brush and the hot air blower and began brushing out her hair in the heated breeze the little machine created. As he watched Angie’s hair took on a fullness and sheen with her efforts, Puffing out to the sides and framing her beautiful face in exquisite perfection as he gazed on. He wished he was standing close beside her so he could look deeply into those beautiful emerald eyes and watch her full lips purse as she worked on her hair. Those lips puckering into a perfect kissing position as she worked the brush rhythmically through her raven locks. Wished he dared to reach out and gently touch those wide cheekbones and trace her arching brows with his fingertips. He found his lips dry and licked them wet again.

Done, Angie stood and faced the window directly. Loosing the tie at her waist, she allowed the robe to fall back from her shoulders and slip to the floor about her feet. She was now standing naked before his eyes. This had become a normal part of her routine in only the last couple of weeks and each time he saw it he wondered if she knew that he watched. Wondered if the moves were intended just for him. He liked to think that they were, but the thought that she knew he was sitting here in the dark and watching her was a terrifying one. What must she think of him for doing such a thing. He hoped she didn’t know. Yet, if she didn’t know, why would she face the window, his window, when she did this? Was she simply hoping he would be watching one day rather than knowing that he was? Even if he finally worked up the nerve to approach her directly, he would never know, for this was a question he could never ask her. She stretched then, something new. A long, limb straining stretch such as that of a cat who has slept too long in the sun. A satisfying back arching stretch that elongated her waist and caused her already high breasts to slide even higher on her chest, stand even more proudly from her body. It raised her onto her toes for, though he couldn’t see her tiny feet, he could tell when her thighs and calves seemed to lengthen and become trimmer.

Angie stretched for long and long moments and for many of those moments his heart simply forgot to beat. Relaxing from her stretch, she moved to the bed and laid back the covers. Moving slowly it seemed, she moved to the switch by the door and paused, glancing once more towards the window before turning off the switch and hiding her from his view. After a moment he stood and moved to exit the room, heading for the kitchen and the prepackaged dinner that awaited him. Tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow he’d finally decide what he should do.

Standing in the center of her room, halfway to the bed, Angie lightly pinched her rising nipples as she gazed across the distance separating her house from Timothy’s. She believed he had been watching again from his office window and as she watched she believed she saw the slightest of ghostly movements in the room beyond. Sliding her hands slowly down her sides and her hips she sighed once before moving towards her bed and her dreams of longing.

“I wish he’d make a move,” she said softly, raising the covers and sliding beneath. She thought of his sweetness and gentle nature and wondered what it would take to get him close to her. Timothy was really a nice looking man and he had been so kind to her. She felt protected by him, feeling that he was always watching out for her even if done from a distance. She knew that he wanted her and watched her every move from his darkened windows, too shy to ask her for anything personal but it made her want to give it to him all the more. She decided to make the move since it was clear that he was too shy to do so.

The next morning Angie shouted out her upstairs widow to Timothy lounging by his pool. “Tim why don’t you come over and have coffee with me. Don’t mind your bathing trunks, just come as you are!”

“Uh - uh….sure Angie, I’d love to.” Timothy was stunned and delighted by Angie’s early morning invitation. He felt that this was surly the time to risk making a move if ever a time would come.

Angie was wearing a thin gown without a robe. It was clear that she wore nothing underneath as she sat coffee cups on the living room coffee table. He could see her breast and even her pussy very distinctly. She sat across from him and propped both of her bare feet on the coffee table. As she did, her gown fell to one side revealing her slender thighs to his view. Timothy felt speechless and afraid. His cock immediately sprung to a hard, rigid state but he was afraid that he may be misreading her and mess things up forever. His determination to make a move on her slipping fast and he was embarrassed that his cock was tenting his swimming trunks.

Angie was determined that he wasn’t going to get away unless he really didn’t want her, which she was sure was untrue. She spread her legs wide on the coffee table revealing her shaved pussy to him. She observed him glaring silently at her pussy and the large bulge in his swimming trunks. His hard cock made her hungry to taste it.

“What’s the matter Timothy, cat got your tongue?”

“Er….ah….no…..I…ah…..just……..” His voice now weak trailed off! He felt faint and was afraid he would just pass out on her sofa.

“Well you’re staring at my pussy from over there, wouldn’t you rather look at it up close. It appears to have caused you a problem in your pants. Do you want me to help you with your problem?”

Angie stood and slipped her gown over her head and stood naked before him. It was his dream come true. In a smooth motion Angie stripped him of his swimming trucks allowing his huge 10 inch tool to flop out before her.

“Oh my God! You’ve been hiding a beautiful monster from me cousin……oh my, let me help you with your delicious tool.” Angie dropped to her knees and took him quickly into her mouth.

Timothy now knew there was a Heaven as he felt her warm mouth encircle his cock. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock and worked it deeper and deeper into her mouth and down into her throat. It had been so long since he had shared sex with a woman and looking at Angie’s beautiful sexy legs, ass and silky body was more than he could bear as her lips tightened on his cock, he began to spew cum without warning. Rope after rope of cum filled her mouth to overflowing, it ran out of her mouth dripping on his balls and her sweet breast. “Ohhhhhhh God! She licked all up and said, “ummmm, so delicious!”

His nervousness all gone now, he pick her up and laid her softly on the sofa. He began to nibble, lick and suck on her breast, she tasted divine. His finger went directly to her wet pussy, her juices smeared all about and running down her legs. Angie immediately started to buck and go into the throes of a huge climax, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh….ungggggggg!! Oh, oh…..I’m cummmmmmmmminnnnggggggggg!!!!!! Oh Don’t stop, don’t stop!!!!!!!”

Timothy quickly crawled between her gorgeous thighs and quickly began to lap at her clit. “Oh God Honey……what are you doing to me????…..Oh God I’m cuummmmmmmming agaiiiin!!!!!” He thrust his tongue deep into her glory hole and alternated between her pussy hole and her clit. “Oh Nooooooo, please I can’t take any more……..Oh God again, I’m cummmmminning again!!! She bucked so hard Timothy could barely stay between her legs!

“Oh Please Honey, no more……no more…..PLEASE!!!!!!! Oh my God that was the best I’ve ever had in my life!!!

By now Timothy was almost out of his mind in pleasure, he mounted her and placed his monster cock at the entrance of her pussy. “Angie Honey, can you take this now?”

“Oh yes, Darling, please give it to me, fuck me with all of your beautiful monster cock!” He rammed in quickly, causing her to gasp as she took every inch in her slimy, wet pussy. Unlike his usual gentle nature he fucked her hard, he pulled her legs up to her shoulders for greater penetration. He fucked her so hard her entire body shook with the punishing rams that he forced upon her. Her voice quivered as she said, OH YES!!!! I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!!!…..OHHHHHHH FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
Angie had four more climaxes before Timothy released his incestuous seed deep within her delicious, sexy body. The body he had dream of, lusted for, loved and cherished.

Afterwards, they lay catching their breath, unable to speak. Finally when Angie could speak she said, “I’m either moving into your house or you’re moving into mine, there must never be an end to this……what do you say?”

Timothy gasp, “Dreams sometime come true !”