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After a few days, Lucia completely shed whatever remnants of her initial misgivings she had had about our little situation and became an eager mentor and accomplice to her eighteen-year-old daughter's sexual awakening.We spent most mornings training Maria's gag reflex. Lucia would take her daughter's hair in her hands and lower and raise Maria's head to the sounds of the girl's adorable gagging noises. Maria, whose disposition was always so cheerful, would tremble slightly whenever my shaft went too far, and then coming up for air she would smile and laugh and say things like, "Was that good for you, Uncle?" or "Did I do well, mother?"Lucia would watch her daughter with a mixture of pride and affection as she encouraged Maria to fight through the instinctive resistance of her throat.Maria, who was clearly her mother's daughter, excreted such an outrageous amount of spit during these sessions that Lucia started holding a glass bowl under my balls to collect it. After my climax, Lucia always ordered Maria to open her mouth and say "aaahh" while she poured the sticky contents down her thirsty gullet.After these blissful mornings, we often lounged naked in the garden under the hot sun. Whenever I felt my nether region stir, I'd crawl over to Maria, who was usually reading one of her young adult novels involving vampires and other similar nonsense, and stroke the tip of my cock down her neck and beautifully arched spine before lowering it down into the crevice of her arsecheeks.Her giggling and quivering as I did this only excited me more. Grabbing her waist, I would usually lift her into a downward dog position and then decide whether to fuck her dripping snatch or arsehole or, as I was sometimes wont to do, both.Lucia sometimes watched us, fingering herself, or occasionally joined in by rimming me or caressing Maria's face to the sound of my ballsack slapping against the moist lips of her daughter's cunt.Then one day something rather awkward occurred. I'm not a superstitious man, but the fact that this bit of awkwardness happened when it happened was quite the coincidence.I was balls deep in Maria and, feeling myself close to cumming, I leaned in over her back and grabbed her soft hair and groaned into her ear, "Good girl, that's a good girl, Clara."I was too caught up in the euphoria of my ballsack emptying itself into that eighteen-year-old cunt to realize what I had said. As the bliss subsided, Maria edged her way forward and turned to me with wide eyes."Uncle, who is Clara?"I froze. Tasting the sweat above my upper lips, bahis şirketleri I said, "What on earth are asking that for?""You just called me 'Clara,' Uncle."I attempted a lighthearted chuckle."You must be mistaken. Why would I have said that?""I heard 'Clara' too," said Lucia, peering at me over her sunglasses only a few meters away."Who is she, Uncle? Who is Clara?"Maria looked as if she were about to break into tears."Don't worry about that. It's someone I used to know.""You fucked her?""No.""But you wanted to fuck her?"I hesitated and ran my hand through my wet hair."It's complicated.""Why?""I think we've discussed this enough, Maria.""Why? Tell me why it's complicated.""Maria?""Why?""Maria, I insist that you?""Why?""BECAUSE CLARA IS MY DAUGHTER, YOU IMPERTINENT SLUT."Maria stared at me, her mouth wide open.I took a deep breath and turned to Lucia. She just looked at me frowning and biting her bottom lip."I never knew you had a daughter, Uncle." Then, looking at her mother, she said: "But Papi never mentioned?""Your Uncle has a daughter, yes.""Why don't I know about this?"Lucia and I stared at each other for several moments. Realizing I couldn't avoid the inevitable, I said, "Clara's mother ran off with her when she was two years old. I didn't see her for many years. Then, three years ago, she showed up at my doorstep and said her mother had died in a car accident. She wanted to move in with me. I of course was over the moon for her to do so. But... It became difficult. Clara was..." I trailed off."Clara was?""She developed an infatuation with me.""She wanted to fuck you?""To put it crudely, yes.""How old was she?""Sixteen."Snapping myself out of some vague recollection from that time, I quickly added:"But that's largely irrelevant. She was my daughter. I couldn't fuck her. So I tried to convince her to repress her feelings for me.""But she didn't?""She kept coming at me with lurid propositions. When I was finally at my wit's end, Clara's mother showed up one morning at my doorstep.""But I thought she was dead?""So did I. Turns out Clara had run away from home and made the whole story up. Her mother was furious, of course. But I convinced her that I had played no part in the plot. I ordered Clara to return home with her mother. She was beyond dejected, as you can imagine, but she did as she was told."Maria stared at me for several seconds as she processed this sordid new bit of information about me."But why did you call me Clara? You said you didn't fuck her and that you didn't want to fuck her."I cast my gaze at bahis firmaları the patch of grass in front of Maria. There was a keen intelligence beneath that innocent teenage veneer.As I thought of what to say, I couldn't help but be distracted by the sun blazing through the beads of sweat dotted across my back.I hated myself. The truth had been festering inside me like cancer ever since Clara left me on that day three years ago. There was no use deceiving myself or anyone else anymore:"I did want to fuck her."The light's reflection in Maria's eyes changed ever so slightly. The edges of her mouth lifted to form a cheeky smile."Do you want to call me Clara when we fuck, Uncle? I can be her sometimes if you like.""Maria, I really don't think we should?"The doorbell rang from within the house.All three of us looked at the back door as if it were some invisible malicious presence."Who is that?" said Lucia.I walked inside and threw on some trousers and an old t-shirt. Maria and Lucia followed me to the front door and stood to the side so that they were out of view. I opened it and almost collapsed."Hello, Daddy. Long time no see!"***Time did seem to stop for several minutes while Clara stood there smiling at me. Indeed, it must have for I can remember everything so vividly.It had been three years since I had seen my daughter and her physical appearance had much in common with Maria. It was as if Maria had dyed her hair blonde, her eyes blue, removed her tan, and showed up at my front door.Clara had pale blemish-free tight skin and a petite womanly figure that betrayed her nineteen years of age and the youthful appearance her mother had always had. She wore a crimson tank top wrapped tightly around her flat chest and an extremely short black-and-white polka dot skirt that only just covered her small, but protruding arse. Her legs ? oh those wonderful legs! ? seemed to go on forever as the pale skin turned into the black leather of her knee-high boots."Well, Daddy? Aren't you going to let me in?"I shook my head to reorientate myself and let out some indiscernible mumble. I was still too dazed to react."I've been so looking forward to seeing you Daddy!" she said, charging in with her suitcase into the hallway.As she set it down, her head snapped to the side to where Lucia and Maria were standing. Turning to me with a look of utter indignation, she said:"Who the fuck are they, Daddy?"I blinked several times at Lucia and Maria and then back at Clara. I must have come across as the complete fool. As I was about to say something ? kaçak bahis siteleri anything ? to relieve the tension, Lucia stepped forward:"I'm Lucia, your aunt. This is Maria, my daughter and your cousin."Clara frowned."You're my aunt? Wait... Daddy, this is Uncle Erik's wife and daughter?"I nodded slowly with pursed lips.Her voice wavering slightly, Lucia said:"Your father has been so kind to host us for the summer. Erik..."She coughed."Your uncle passed away three months ago."Clara's blue eyes scanned Lucia's naked frame and then Maria's and then narrowed as they fell on me."Why are they naked, Daddy?"I clenched my teeth."Well... It's all... Well, it's all perfectly explainable, my dear. We've been...""Fucking," said Lucia as if she was telling Clara about today's weather forecast."Excuse me?""Fucking. You heard me. Your father has been fucking me and my daughter every day for the past six weeks.""Daddy, is this true?"Again, I nodded like a complete idiot. I really had no idea what else I could do, especially with Lucia's fat tits hanging only a meter or two from my daughter."But..."Clara trailed off and looked to the floor. When she lifted her face, her eyes were glossy and brimming at the edges."But Daddy, you said we couldn't have anything because I'm your daughter. Now I come back and... And I find you fucking my cousin! She's fucking family too, isn't she!?"Clara was right. I was an utter hypocrite. But blurting out that fucking my daughter was a step "worse" than fucking my niece was probably not going to help the situation."Listen, Clara," I said, stepping toward her with my hand stretched out for her shoulder. "Let's discuss this--""FUCK YOU!" she screamed, slapping my hand away.She stomped up the stairs and disappeared down the corridor. The door to my bedroom slammed."Fucking hell," I muttered.I felt hands touch my shoulders. Maria and Lucia emerged on either side of me."Sir Richard, are you okay?" said Lucia, her face full of maternal concern.I sighed and lifted her hand to my lips."Not sure how I'm going to resolve this one."I turned to Maria and smiled weakly."Uncle, I never meant to cause any problems. I just?"Cupping her face in my hands, I said:"Don't be silly Maria. You've been utterly splendid. You've done nothing wrong."She smiled and I kissed her soft lips. As I withdrew, I said, "I need a word with my daughter. Alone."Lucia and Maria nodded and I walked up the stairs.Clara was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to the door, facing the sunshine streaming through the windows. She didn't turn when I entered. I hovered for a second and then sat down next to her. She smelt of cheap perfume."Clara, please don't be upset with me."Mascara-stained tears had dried on those perfect silky cheeks. She sniffed."Daddy, you've hurt me."