incest-pit: Every weekend, I get private tennis lessons from my uncle. At least, that’s the lie that
incest-pit: Every weekend, I get private tennis lessons from my uncle. At least, that’s the lie that we’ve been telling my parents and his wife. The truth is, we’ve been fucking each other behind all of their backs.Private lessons is a good excuse, though; I’m a star player for my school’s tennis team, so it makes sense for me to want to get some extra practice in. And he used to be quite the player in his youth, too, so it’s reasonable for him to help me. I don’t think any of the people we’re lying to are even slightly suspicious of us.On Saturday, he’ll come by early in the morning to pick me up. We cover our tracks well, making sure to load up the car with all of my sporting gear, even though we don’t intend on using it. He drives us to an old tennis court that he used to practice at. He claims it’s always deserted these days, and I guess he’s right, since we’ve never been caught.We fuck for hours, taking small breaks between each round so we don’t tire out too quickly. We take a lunch break in the middle of the day (we pack lunches, so we don’t have to go out in public reeking of sex), and then we get right back to it for a few hours more.By the time we both tire out and he takes me back home, the sun is going down. My parents see us pull in, and of course notice as I walk up to the house that my hair and clothes are disheveled and that I’m dripping with sweat, but as they think I’ve been playing tennis all day, that’s not surprising. I go straight up to shower before they can smell the sex on me, and the sins my uncle and I have committed remain perfectly well hidden, to all but us.Of course, as good as we’ve gotten at keeping the secret and as fun as it all is, one day we’ll have to call this all off. But I’m in no rush to get to that point. -- source link