Hidden Treasure

I recently restored an old family farmhouse and had a party to celebrate its' completion. Some of my cousins and their kids came a few weeks early and stayed in the house with me. My cousin Lidia's kids were all gorgeous like their mother. Beautiful auburn hair and piercing pale blue eyes, they all took after their mother and are athletic, smart and funny. It was my first time meeting them and it was instantly as though we were all old friends. One night after dinner, Lidia's oldest, Abigail offered to help me with clean up. When that was done, we settled down on the kitchen porch for some peach cobbler and a glass of bourbon. I could tell that at 25 this wasn't her first glass of very good whiskey. After a couple hours on the porch and visits from my other guests, I was wiped out and headed up to bed.
My bedroom is large with a big, covered porch and screened room at the opposite end of the hall from the other guest rooms, so I was very comfortable getting undressed and lounging on the porch in the nude like I always do. As I sat there, I noticed a strange flickering of light coming from downstairs. I watched it for a few moments and had no idea what it could be. I grabbed my sweatpants and went downstairs to see what it is. I got to the bottom of the staircase it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim light and when they did, I saw a telephone screen dancing around the parlor room in the dark. I stood there for a moment when I heard "Abigail is that him behind you!?" Immediately the dancing phone stopped, and its light shined on Abigails beautiful face as she said, "oh, hi Uncle Beau, did I wake you? I was just facetiming my roommate." I told her it was all good and no harm done. And as I turned to head back up to bed something occurred to me. So, I turned back and said, "Abigail? Why did your friend ask, is that him standing behind you?', Why did he say is that HIM like that?"
Abigail went on to tell me that her mother had told her all about her cousin Beau and all the crazy shit we did when we were young together. "She did?!", I said. Abigail said "yeah, everything." I must have been terrible at hiding the look on my face as I was immediately transported to summers long ago. I snapped back to Abigail saying, "everything, Uncle Beau.". She was too close and I was in trouble. I thought long and hard as I stared down at her absently, clearly seeing she had nothing but panties on beneath her night gown. I had to get out of there before she could see my cock stirring, so I turned to head back upstairs. But Abigail, like her mother Lidia, was very stubborn. She knew I was struggling when she grabbed my hand as I got up just a few steps, and almost cleanly away, I spun just a bit to see her staring right at my now throbbing cock. The look on her face almost made my nut sack retreat to cover for fear of being devoured by this magnificent young woman. I stepped back and tripped up a couple more steps, my feet stumbling over one another getting tangled in the pant legs and removing all hope of getting away unscathed by exposing my pride and joy to my cousin's 25-year-old daughter.
As I stood up to try to gain my balance and composure, my cock literally slapped her in the face as she bent down to help me up. I was a goner. She grabbed my cock and I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the dark parlor room. I kicked my pants the rest of the way off at the same time I pulled her nighty over her head and kissed her deeply. I picked her up and laid her on the sofa. Pulling her panties aside, I covered her perfect pussy with my mouth and working my tongue, fingers and lips like a butterfly dipping the nectar from a daffodil, brought her quickly to orgasm. Before I could lap the juices from my face, she was on top of me. With her ass in my face and her mouth on my cock, I was a teenager again in the barn with her mother. Abigail was an artist with her MORE...