Naughty Niece's Taboo Weekend

Long ago, Jason made a terrible mistake and slept with his younger sister. Now, twenty years later, he is coming back home, and his niece has no intention of letting him get away again. Emily is going to seduce her uncle, and then make sure Jessica and Jason finish what they started!

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“Oh, Mom doesn’t go out with men, Uncle Jason,” Emily said absently, looking out over the lake, where the setting sun was painting stripes of bronze and gold on the rippling wavelets. “She just brings men home and screws them. Sometimes,” she added, as Jason choked on his drink and tried to keep wine from spurting out of his nose, “she goes to their house and screws them there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her go out with a guy for more than a month. It’s like she’s trying to bone her way through Williamson County until she finds the right man.”

“Jesus, Emily!” He wiped his mouth. “Give me some warning, will you?”

“Why?” She turned innocent blue eyes to him, her brows crinkled in a quizzical frown. “You’re not going to get all weird about it, like Grandma, are you? I thought you were from the big city, where people were used to that kind of thing.”

“I live in New York,” he replied. “But I’m never going to be from New York. There’s a big difference. I’m an Illinois boy. Always was, always will be.”

“So what does that have to do with Mom’s sex life?” Emily shrugged unconcernedly. Jason resolutely kept his eyes away from his niece’s chest. “She explained it all to me, oh, years ago, when I was a little kid and we were starting to get sex ed in school.” She giggled suddenly. “I guess I was about twelve, and they split the class in half. The boys went to one room and the girls went to another, and they showed us a film about how babies were made.

“And I came home with so many questions. I didn’t want to ask them in class and look like a total noob, so I waited until Mom got home from work.” She took a bite of her pasta salad, chewing reflectively. “She sat me down and answered all of my questions, as patient as could be. And then she told me about the good stuff. About how much fun sex is and how good it could make you feel, if you were with a guy who cared about you and listened and was good in bed. And how I should never go out with a guy, or have sex with a man, if I wasn’t absolutely certain that’s what I wanted.

“And everything started to make sense. I figured out why Mom always had guys over to spend the night, and why she was usually in a good mood the next morning. I’m pretty sure Mom is oversexed, compared to most women her age,” she added, as if they were discussing a television program or a movie. Her eyes moved to his chest, and her head cocked inquisitively. “I know I am.”

Suddenly Jason wished he had worn more clothes to the impromptu dinner. Something like a suit of armor, maybe. How could you possibly respond to a remark like that? Emily looked so much like his teenage memories of her mother, from her face to her ripe young body, tanned golden by the sun. Her lips were pink and plump and slightly parted, her breath coming just a little faster than it should have. But her eyes, gleaming slightly in the fading twilight, were frankly assessing as she gazed at him.

Jason had a sense of history repeating itself. Jess had looked at him in exactly the same way, that long-ago night, only a few miles away from where they were sitting right now.

It would be so easy…