Truth or Dare

George "Bud" Underwood had lived a good 83 years. Married for almost 60 years to the love of his life, Regina, who had predeceased him by almost a decade. They had 4 sons, Ed, Jim, Joe and Eric who were now all in their 50's and 60's. They had all married, some of them multiple times, but only Jim had given them a grandchild, Kaitlyn. Even she was in her 30's now.

Jim throws another log on the fire, watching the sparks dance in the darkness. The family, drawn in by the warmth and light of the growing campfire, settle into their camp chairs, drinks in hand. It had been a long time since they had all seen each other. And, as is true with most families, it took death to bring them all back together.

Now they are all here, at the old camp. They all had their own experiences, their own memories of this place. Bud had built it himself as a gift for their 5th anniversary, adding onto it over the years as their family grew.

"That tree was planted when Kaitlyn was born." Jim points to a decent sized apple tree planted not far from the house.

"That's nothing." Ed says. He points to the treehouse Bud had built. "That treehouse was built when Baldy there was born." He points at Eric, the youngest of the brothers.

"Yeah, as a way to get us out of the house!" Joe laughs.

"Not that it worked. None of us used the damn thing til Kaitlyn came along!" Jim joins in.

"As a way to get away from us!" Joe laughs harder, falling backwards in his chair.

"Ok! Enough for Joe!" Eric says, helping his oldest brother up. They are all howling with laughter.

Kaitlyn, at 31, is the youngest person there. And the only female. Not that it bothered her. She had spent almost every summer here. And as the only child of the Underwood family, she was spoiled by her grandparents and all her uncles.

Ed and Joe were notorious womanizers, both having been married several times, but never for more than a few years. They had never had any children, at least that they knew of.

Joe, the oldest, had his mom's green eyes and brown hair. He wore it combed back, giving him a natural "bad boy" look. And he lived the part too, often getting into bar fights when he was younger, his nose a little crooked from the many times it was broken. Now in his 60's, his fighting days behind him, he has maintained the toned physique of his youth, though his brown hair is now streaked with gray.

Ed, on the other hand, had his dad's brown eyes and his mom's brown hair. He always kept it cut very short. He was the biggest of all the boys at 6'3" and a solid frame. A gentle giant with a good sense of humor. His good nature and flirtatious ways always made him a hit with the women. His years of beer drinking have started to catch up to him though. His large frame beginning to house a quite a beer gut.

Jim never remarried after Kaitlyn's mom died 25 years ago after a thankfully short battle with cancer, choosing the swinging single dad life instead. At 58, Jim still went to gym a couple of days a week, doing his best to stay fit. While he didn't have a steady girlfriend, he had never had much trouble with women. He kept his blonde hair parted on the left, making him look like the cliché businessman, but his piercing green eyes giving away his playful side.

Eric and his husband Ben have been married for close to 30 years but had never wanted children. They had instead joined in with the rest of the family, helping Jim raise Kaitlyn. Both were active members of the gym and made sure to stay in shape. Eric had his mother's brown eyes, but his brown hair had begun to fall out shortly before he got married, and now at 56, he was completely bald.

While they all had tanned skin and brown hair, other than Jim who was the only one to inherit Bud's blond, Eric had chosen Ben, his exact opposite. Ben was pale skinned, covered in freckles and his salt and pepper hair was always an unruly mess. He fit in well with his brothers-in-law though and had been accepted into the family naturally.

That left Kaitlyn as the only Underwood female. And she had inherited quite a few of the family traits. She has the green eyes, accentuated by a few small freckles high on her cheekbones. She has her dad's blond hair, which she has chosen to let hang loose tonight, parted in the middle and ending at her tanned shoulders. Its natural waviness exacerbated by the humidity of the season. She is dressed in a well-worn, loose-fitting t-shirt that curves naturally over her B-cups, and ends just above her navel. Her tight black shorts hug her small hips, giving a nice shape to her well-toned ass.

As she walks back to the fire, her tanned legs shining in the firelight, she sees her uncle Joe on the ground. "Nice to see you still got your priorities straight." She nods at the drink still upright in his hand. She takes a sip of her whiskey; it burns the back of her throat in a not unpleasant way.

"You know it girly." He laughs again, taking a drink as Eric struggles to help him up.

Ben tries to help his husband. "Get up you old fuck!" He cries out, pulling on Joe's arm.

Shaking them both away, Joe stands up brushing the dirt from his pants.

Kaitlyn takes a seat on the old camp couch next to her Uncle Ed.

"Nice of you to come back finally." Ed says as he wraps his arm around her small shoulders. "I couldn't take being the prettiest one around the fire anymore. It was too much pressure." He teases. He takes a swig of his beer, Budweiser, of course. Ed was always a Bud man. "I was afraid these assholes were going to take advantage of me."

"You're the only one who like assholes." Jim howls with laughter as he slaps Ed's chest from the other side.

"We all know that's not true." Joe shouts as he rights his chair.

They all laugh. "You should give it a try sometime." Ben says, slapping Joe on the back. He sits down again, grabbing his drink.

"Who says I haven't?" Joe replies.

Ben and Eric look at each other in a way that only couples can and burst out laughing. Joe looks at them, confused for a moment, before realizing what he said. "You know what I meant." He laughs. "You fuckers know I don't swing that way."

"And we all rest a little easier knowing that Joe." Eric replies.

"Speaking of rest, we should probably head inside. We have to leave early tomorrow." Ben says with a slight bit of resignation.

"We really need to come out here more often." Eric says quietly to his husband, as they pack up their chairs.

"I'm headed in too." Jim says, grunting as he stands up. "How about you baby girl?" He looks at Kaitlyn.

She takes a small sip of her whiskey, enjoying the way it goes to her head. "I think I'm gonna hang out." She stands up and gives Ben and Eric a hug. Turning to her dad, she puts her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Night Dad."

Ed and Joe watch as their niece says good night to their brothers. Her shirt rises up when she hugs her dad, giving them a decent look at the underside of her tear dropped shaped breast. Exchanging a look that no one else sees, they quickly say their good nights, and sit quietly for a moment, staring at the fire, waiting until they are sure their brothers are inside.

"We should play a game." Ed says, breaking the silence.

Kaitlyn looks at her uncle and giggles. "What like truth or dare?" She rolls her eyes, pulling her legs up to her chest.

"Sure, why not?" Ed says. He has always been the most charming of the brothers. "We haven't seen you in a while. It would be fun way to catch up."

"Eh, why not? What else are we doing?" Joe grunts from his chair.

She finishes her whiskey. "I'm gonna need another drink if we are going to do that."

Joe quickly stands up. "I got it for you, girly. I need a refill myself." He takes her glass and goes to make the drinks.

Ed adds another log to the fire, while Kaitlyn moves their chairs closer. Joe hands Ed a beer as he walks around the fire. He gives Kaitlyn her whiskey and sits down in the chair on the end. Ed takes the chair on the other end, putting Kaitlyn between them.

Joe and Ed have played this game before. It's not always truth or dare. It's not always an actual game. Except it was, at least to the brothers. Ed was especially good at this part. He had no problem talking to women. His boyish good looks and natural charm had a way of disarming them, making them feel safe.

Taking a sip of her whiskey, Kaitlyn looks at the fire. "So, who goes first?"

Ed smiles. "How about you, Kait. Truth or dare?" He asks.

She turns to look at him, the flames flickering in her eyes. With a small, impish smile, she replies, "dare."

"Show us your tits!" Joe says quickly with a deep gruff chuckle.

Kaitlyn quickly turns to him, a small blush creeping up her cheeks. "Uncle Joe!"

"What?" He replies innocently, shrugging his shoulders.

"Fuck it. Yeah, show us your tits." Ed chimes in suddenly.

"Uncle Eddie!" She gasps, turning back to him. "I'm your niece!"

"So?" Ed answers. "Tits are tits. And you've got a nice set of 'em." His eyes roam over them as if for emphasis. "You said dare." He teases.

Sighing, Kaitlyn stands and turns her back to the fire. She grabs the bottom of her worn t-shirt and pulls it up, covering her face. She counts to 30, allowing her uncles a long look at her natural B-cups. Her small nipples hardening as the breeze kisses her warm skin. She slowly lowers her shirt again, turning and sitting back down. She takes a sip of her whiskey. After a moment she quietly says, "Uncle Joe, truth or dare?"

With a deep chuckle, Joe answers, "truth."

She thinks for a minute. The whiskey slowing taking hold of her brain. She realizes she had just flashed her boobs at her uncles. They had dared her to do it. It was just drunken harmless fun. She smiles, it was kinda hot, she thinks. Her pussy pulses slightly in her tight black shorts. She takes another drink. "Have you ever looked at my tits before?" She asks, surprising herself with her question.

"Hell yeah, girly." He smiles broadly. "Though it was nice to have you show them to me, rather than having to sneak around." He winks at her.

She looks at him, her mouth agape. "Seriously?!"

"We all have." He chuckles again. "Every guy that has ever looked at you, has checked out your tits. I guarantee it. Fuck, I just saw them, and I am already trying to look again." He shrugs his shoulders. "So girly, truth or dare?"

She whips her head around her eyes filled with confusion. "Wait, what? You have to ask Uncle Eddie." She protests.

"No." Joe answers calmly. "I answered your question, now I get to ask whoever I want. Soooo.... truth or dare?"

She sighs again. She never knew her uncles were such Truth or Dare experts. She can't believe she is sitting her playing this stupid game with her uncles. Her uncles who admitted to looking at her tits. But like Uncle Joe said, all guys do it. She takes another sip of her whiskey, relishing the way it burns her throat. "Truth." She whispers.

"Did it turn you on, showing us your beautiful rack?" He asks quietly, almost seductively. "Even a little?

She looks at the fire, her cheeks blazing with embarrassment. "Yes." She whispers to the fire.

"What?" Joe asks.

She looks at him, her pussy pulses again as she is made to repeat herself, the fire burning in her eyes. "Yes." She admits. Her eyes still locked on Joe. She had had a crush on him when she was a teenager. He was always the sexy bad boy. Even now, for a man in his 60's, he still looked damn good. His crooked nose adding to his allure. She found herself starting to wonder what he was drinking. How it would taste on his lips. She shakes her head, turning to look at Ed. "Uncle Eddie, truth or dare?"

"Truth." He answers quickly.

She lets her eyes roam over his body. He was a big man. His beer gut noticeable even under the t-shirt he is wearing, but his naturally large frame hides it well. She takes another sip of her whiskey, feeling the pulse of her pussy as she swallows the liquid fire. "What is the dirtiest thing you've ever done?" Her green eyes hold a flirtatious glint as she meets his gaze. He sees a small smile form on her light pink lips, as she holds up her index finger. "Wait, wait." She pauses, taking another sip of her drink. "What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done... to me?" She adds, the whiskey fueling her boldness.

Ed looks down. He thinks for a moment. He looks up and downs his beer. "Well, let's see." He chuckles, His hand reaching up to brush at his short hair. "Ok... shit!" He takes a deep breath. "I never thought I would be telling you this, but when you were around 19 or so, I... I snuck into your room. I took a pair of your panties off the floor and... I took them into my room and smelled them, touched myself with them, and... I came in them." He looks at the ground. "I had planned to keep them, but..." He laughs again. "I heard you ask your grandma if she had seen them and I panicked. I thought someone was gonna find them, so I... snuck back into your room and put them in your drawer." He raises his head, slowly meeting her gaze. He sees the fire reflecting in her big green eyes, the flames mirroring the dark desires that are blazing within him.

Joe laughs, breaking the tension. "Ha! Big mistake man, I kept my pair."

Kaitlyn turns to look at Joe. She tries her best to maintain her composure. Had both her uncles been lusting after her for all these years?

She is so turned on. She knows she shouldn't be, but there is no denying it. The crotch of her shorts is soaked. The worn fabric of her thin cotton shirt scratching at her hard, pointed nipples.

Ed's cock is pressed hard against his shorts. Looking Kaitlyn in the eye and admitting to her what he had done to her panties was beyond erotic. He sits forward in his chair placing his elbows on his meaty thighs. He takes the beer Joe hands him, drinking half the bottle in one swig. He takes a second to clear his head.

He knows what comes next. They have held her hands and led her down the rabbit hole of their deception. But still, Ed feels a moment of trepidation. This isn't some random slut they picked up at a bar. Or one of their ex-wives who they had gotten drunk enough to double team. This is little Kaitlyn. The girl who used to sit on his lap and ask him to read her stories. He had helped move her into her dorm room. Hell, he had helped her move into her house. He shakes his head, clearing it. He looks at Joe and sees his own depraved desires written clearly on his face.

"Kait, truth or dare?" He asks finally.

The booze fuels her arousal while clouding her better judgement. Do they know how turned on she is? How far would they really take this? She feels them staring at her, waiting for her to answer. Her body trembles in anticipation. She takes a long, slow sip of her whiskey. Setting the glass down with a noticeable thud. "Dare." She says her voice deep and slurred.

Their eyes taking on a hungry look. "I dare you to let your Uncle Joe and I take you over to the treehouse and fuck you in as many ways as we can." He bites his lip, trying to keep his voice level. "I double dog dare you." He says with a charming smile.

Every nerve ending in Kaitlyn's body is tingling. Her alcohol-soaked brain imagining their hands all over her. The pure taboo of being fucked by her uncles makes her body tremble. She tries to stand up and wobbles on her feet. She overcorrects and starts to fall towards the fire.

Joe catches her quickly, carrying her like a child in his arms. Ed grabs their drinks and follows closely behind. They climb the stairs to the tree house and turn on the little princess lamp on the table, casting a pink glow throughout the room. The treehouse is decorated for a little girl. It last being used by Kaitlyn about 20 years ago. There is a small table, set up for a tea party, covered in years of dust. Ed pulls the tarp off of the small twin bed in the corner. It is still made up in pink sheets and a unicorn comforter. It seems to be in good shape.

Joe lies Kaitlyn down on the bed where she had taken so many naps as a kid. He lifts her shirt over her head, as Ed removes her tight wet black shorts. He holds them in his hand, bringing them to his nose, smelling them deeply. He lets out a deep moan as he exhales. He shoves the shorts in his pocket, knowing he would not be returning these.

The men stand over her, taking in the sight before them. Kaitlyn lies there naked, her smallish breasts only sagging slightly as she lies on her back. Her left leg is bent at the knee, her legs slightly spread. Her freshly shaven labial lips glisten in the soft pink light. Her toned stomach leads up the soft curves of her breasts. Her eyes are half lidded and her blonde tousled hair gives her an almost angelic look.

Ed lets his shorts fall to the ground slowly stroking his growing erection as he admires her body. She is barely conscious, acutely aware of her uncles looming over her. Ed's large hand grabs her breast. "Oh, now that's a handful." Ed quips as he squeezes it gently. A small moan emanates from her partially open lips as he pinches her nipple.

Joe watches as a drop of her juices runs down her long crimson slit. Her small nub peeking out from the cleft of her mound. He catches the drop on his finger, bringing it to his mouth, savoring the taste of her womanhood.

Ed squeezes his niece's nipple again, watching her brow furrow as he does. He looks down at her mouth. He takes a step forward, placing the head of his cock just inside her wet, parted lips. Holding it by the base, he moves it around her lips, taking it out and smacking her cheek with it.

Kaitlyn eyes open fully, smiling drunkenly up at him when his cock hits her cheek. "Ow!" She giggles. "Unnle Eddie!" She slurs.

"Oh, that didn't hurt." Ed says with a laugh. He pulls it back before slapping it across her other cheek. She starts to giggle again when Ed suddenly grabs the back of her neck. He shoves his cock hard into her warm wet mouth. She gags as it hits her uvula. "That's right. You can take it." He grunts as he pulls back before thrusting forward again, pulling her head towards him as he does. He sees the tear running down her cheek, her eyes watering as she gags against him again.

How many women have been in the position Kaitlyn was in now? Joe wonders. In their younger days, quite a few. A couple of times, they had even gotten Jim to join in. Fuck they were younger then! When was the last time Ed had talked their way into some bitch's panties? Had to have been about 15 years or so now. Mary?... Terry?... Mary something. What was her name? They had all been so drunk!

Tonight, Ed is drunk. Joe... is not. He hasn't told his brothers, but Joe had sobered up in the past 5 years. He had quit drinking all together in fact. All night long he had been drinking nothing but coke. Not wanting to get into the whole sober discussion, he had acted drunk and played the fool.

Poor fat fuck. Joe thinks. He sees Ed swaying on his feet. His belly hitting Kaitlyn's forehead each time he pulls her forward. Good ol' Ed, starting with the mouth. An old favorite. See, for Ed, it was always about the thrill of the chase. Once he got what he wanted, he was done. Joe, liked to take his time. They used to always joke that Eddie could talk a girl out of her pants, but Joe would make them not want to put them back on.

He lets his eyes wander over his niece's body. Ahh... Kaitlyn. Sweet, little Kaitlyn. He has watched her morph from a little girl to an awkward teenager, to the beauty that lay before him. How many times had he fantasized about her? How many stolen looks at those perky little titties?

Positioning himself between her legs, Joe spreads her tender lips apart, inhaling her sweet, tangy aroma. Using the tip of his tongue he licks slowly around her entrance, he feels her body jump at the unexpected sensation. He traces up her delicate folds, his mouth flooding with the taste of her. He flicks at her engorged nub, hearing her moan muffled against his brother's cock. His hand slides up her thin, toned thigh. He gently sucks her clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips and tongue, while he slides his index and middle finger inside her.

Kaitlyn's eyes fly open as every nerve ending in her body awakens. Her mouth squeezes against Ed's cock, mimicking the pulsing of her pussy on Joe's fingers. She squeezes her thighs unconsciously around Joe's face. Her hips rocking to meet his fingers. Joe releases her clit from his lips, his tongue continuing its endless assault on her tender nub.

Ed thrusts hard into Kaitlyn's throat, holding her head pushed up against his belly. He hears her gag around his shaft, feeling her mouth flood with saliva, coating his cock. "Oh God!" Ed cries out. Loosening his grip on her neck. He thrusts again, her mouth squeezing at his base, before sliding back up to the tip, keeping her lips tight together letting her tongue glide up the underside. He looks down at Joe whose face is buried in Kaitlyn's shaven mound. "It's been too fucking long brother." Reaching down to knead at one of her breasts, pinching her nipple rhythmically between his fingers.

Joe's tongue swirls and licks at her throbbing, swollen clit, his fingers scratching at her g spot with expert precision. Kaitlyn's body tenses, her hips rolling upwards to meet his tongue. He can feel her orgasm building. With a hard deep thrust of his fingers, he presses his mouth against her hard nub and moans softly against the tight bundle of nerve endings.

Kaitlyn's strong, well-toned thighs clamp down on either side of Joe's head. Her whole-body shakes as her orgasm crashes over her. Kaitlyn rocks hard against his face and hand, her screams muffled by Ed's cock. Joe feels her squirt on his hand, quickly pulling his fingers out and replacing it with his tongue. She squirts on her face, he feels it dribble down his chin. He swallows as much as he can, lapping at her throbbing pussy like a hungry dog.

Kaitlyn thrashes so hard that Ed grabs her neck again, holding her mouth against him. She screams around his hard shaft, her mouth vibrating along his length as he pumps into her. It sends him over the edge, and he empties his load deep down Kaitlyn's throat. He feels her swallow around his cock. Looking down he sees a small dribble of liquid, a mix of spit and cum, hanging from her mouth. As he pulls himself out of her mouth, she wipes away the spittle, smearing her light pink lipstick.

Standing up, his face slick with her juices, Joe unbuckles his belt. He slides his pants off, before slowly lowering his boxers. His large, thick cock stands at attention, pointing straight at Kaitlyn like a divining rod. He reaches out, and grabs Kaitlyn's ankles, pulling her towards him. Despite his drunken, post orgasmic state, Ed reaches out, deftly grabbing her wrists, pinning them down with one hand. He holds her there, stretching out her already thin body.

Joe places her feet on each of his broad shoulders. He slides his bulbous head along her wet quivering folds, lubing himself with her juices before pushing slowly inside of her. "Fuck!" He groans as her walls stretch around his girth. As he continues to glide slowly down her wet canal, she arches her back, allowing him to delve deeper inside her.

Pushing his large cock all the way inside, Joe thrusts his hips up, pushing his head on Kaitlyn's g spot. Her body is set on fire, a sensation of intense almost unbearable pleasure. He grabs hers hips as she grinds and bucks against him. "Please?!" She cries out.

As he pulls his cock back, her hips slow. He pulls his hips back, leaving only his engorged head inside. His thumb reaches down, gently massaging her swollen sensitive clit, causing her hips to roll, his length begins to slide along her tight walls again.

"Please?" Ed whispers in Kaitlyn's ear, his grip on her wrists tightening. "Please stop?" He laughs. "Oh no, you can't mean that." He pinches her nipple between his fingertips, a small squeak escaping her lips.

She tries to look at him, but he is standing behind her head. Her eyes focus instead on her Uncle Joe. He is buried deep inside her again. He quickly thrusts his hips up and back down, causing Kaitlyn to jump. He pulls back but only for a moment, before filling her up again.

"Please!" Kaitlyn screams again. Joe pushes up against her g spot again, her hips bucking hard against him. Ed, momentarily caught off guard by the sight of her gyrations, loosens his grip on her wrists. She pulls hard and frees her hands. She slides her legs down Joe's sides, before wrapping them around his waist. She sits up, grabbing his neck. He slides his hand under her ass, pulling her off the bed and taking a step back. She settles onto his cock, his strong arms gripping her ass, guiding her down his shaft before lifting her back up again.

She scratches at his back, her long manicured nails leaving red lines on his tanned skin. He bites her ear as he pushes her down hard, letting her hips roll, her pussy pulsing around him. She lets out a yelp, her hard pointy nipples digging into his chest. "Look at that ass." Ed says as he takes Kaitlyn's spot on the pink unicorn comforter, his hand lazily stroking his cock. "Spread it open for me Joe."

Joe raises her up while sliding his cock halfway out of her. Squeezing her firm ass as he pushes her back down hard on his engorged member, spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her puckered starfish to the cool night air. He holds her ass open as he continues to thrust deep inside her pussy. She grinds hard against him, her pussy clenching, tightening her walls against his girth, her pussy flooding with her sweet nectar.

Ed sits up on the bed, so he is eye level with her tight hole. Taking a step closer, Joe holds himself deep inside Kaitlyn, her juices flowing around him. He lifts her ass up, keeping her cheeks spread wide as Ed's tongue circles around her asshole.

Jumping at the sudden sensation, Kaitlyn's nails dig deep into Joe's neck, drawing blood. "Oh Yes!" Joe cries out involuntarily. His cock throbbing against her tightness as he holds her close to him, feeling the blood trickle down his back. Ed's tongue continues it probes of her dark nether regions, his hand working hard on his shaft.

Ed lays back, his cock fully erect. "I'm ready brother." He says, his hand continuing its ministrations. Joe enjoys the feel of her wet hot pussy for a moment more before he starts to lower her down towards the bed.

"No!" Kaitlyn cries out. The sudden realization of what is about to happen seeping into her alcohol-soaked brain. Joe, ignoring her protests, spreads her ass as wide as he can, keeping his cock in her pussy. He lowers her down, her own juices running down her asshole as it rubs against Ed's erection. With a grunt, Ed thrusts upwards while Joe pushes Kaitlyn down, spearing her tight asshole on Ed's eager cock.

Kaitlyn's scream echoes throughout the treehouse, as she tries to struggle against Ed's invasion up her virgin backside, but Joe's large arms hold her down. Ed's groan of pleasure seeming to mock her pain. With tears streaming down her face, Joe slowly lifts her up leaving the head of Ed's cock in her ass as he slides himself back down her tight vaginal canal. She is breathing heavy, lost in the sensation of both pleasure and pain. But Ed gives her no time to recover and starts to thrust upwards into her ass again, while Joe pulls his cock back from her pussy.

They continue their dual assault on Kaitlyn's holes, blood streaming from her torn asshole. Ed uses it to lubricate his shaft as he slides back up her tight dirty passage. Her body shudders and her pussy floods, her traitorous body betraying her. She is close now, despite the pain, or perhaps because of it.

"I'm..." The pleasure is overwhelming, her hips bucking with wild abandon as their cocks slide in and out of her holes. Joe feels her gushing around his large sensitive cock, the sensation sending him over the edge. His cum joins hers as he shoots it inside her. Ed pushes himself deep in her tight ass as she bucks against them. She clenches around him. With one last hard thrust upwards, Ed empties his sack again, this time buried deep inside Kaitlyn's ass.

Joe slowly lifts Kaitlyn off of Ed's spent cock. Enjoying the small tremors around his sensitive manhood, Joe holds himself inside her warm swollen pussy for a moment longer, before he slides himself out. He cradles her like a child as he sits on the bed next to Ed, who is still breathing hard. Kaitlyn pulls her knees up to her chest; a small groan escapes as her tender asshole makes contact with Joe's thigh.

She snuggles up against him, their skin still flush and slick with sweat. Wrapping his arms around her thin body, he relishes in the feel of her toned flesh. Taking a deep breath, letting the intoxicating aroma of sex, alcohol and her light flowery perfume fill his nostrils.

Ed's heavy breathing is replaced with deep, loud snores as he passes out naked on the bed next to them. Joe chuckles, poor guy held up better then Joe had thought. Not bad for 2 old men. He feels Kaitlyn's body relax against him, her warm breath on his chest becoming shallower.

He stands up, taking her limp naked body in his arms. As he walks towards the door, he turns, reaching for the small pink lamp. He takes a moment, looking around the treehouse. The small table set up for a tea party that never occurred, the pink unicorn covered bed with the large 60-year-old man sleeping naked atop it. A small puddle, a mix of cum and blood on the floor next to his foot, where Joe had just been sitting.

He looks down at his sleeping niece in his arms. "Let's go get you cleaned up girly." He whispers gently. He turns the light off as he turns towards the door. "I'm not done with you yet." He growls softly, his naked cock twitches as he walks down the treehouse steps.

Kaitlyn's stirs in his arms as the cool air hits her damp skin. She snuggles up closer to him. "Ok Uncle Joe." Her voice is soft, barely awake. "Just not in my butt." She sighs as she drifts off again.

Joe smiles as he walks towards the dark house. "We'll see girly." His cock twitches again as if responding to her. "But I wouldn't get your hopes up."