Nephew's Taboo Revenge

Jailed for a crime he didn't commit, Alex emerged from prison determined to get even with the man he knew had ruined his life. Back home, his plans slowly unfold. He will take everything from his uncle. His pride, his dignity, and his wife.

But first, he will take his daughters. Lara and Linda will be the first steps in the “Nephew's Taboo Revenge!”

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

Dear Penthouse. I never thought this would happen to me…

The opening line from a dozen letters ran through Linda’s mind, and she fought back a mad urge to giggle. She and Lara had found the stash of dirty magazines in their father’s basement office a year ago, in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. They had spent all afternoon reading them, laughing until their sides ached at the ridiculous, overblown language and the scenarios, which could only be believed by someone who’d had their sense of reality surgically removed. She couldn’t imagine her father reading them when he had her mother as a wife. And in one of the very few acts of outward rebellion she had ever dared to commit, she had gone down one day when the rest of the family was out of the house, stolen the magazines out of their hiding place, and tossed them into a dumpster behind Zelensky’s Café. If her father ever suspected who was behind the disappearance, he never gave a sign. Maybe he thought his wife had discovered them and had thrown them out, rather than confront him.

Which would be just like Mom, Linda admitted to herself. She hates to get into it with anyone. No matter how stupid they are.

But as she kissed her twin, Lara moaning into her mouth as their lips and tongues feverishly explored each other, it was as if a small, localized madness had settled over the house. Her cousin Alex was kneeling behind them on the hardwood floor, his hands caressing their bodies, each stroke making her hotter and hornier than she had ever been in her life. And what was more, her twin sister, through what was obviously some sort of heretofore unknown psychic ability, had hypnotized Linda into making out with her.

“God, I love these,” Lara breathed, cupping her breasts and lifting them. Her eyes inspected them minutely, and Linda fought an urge to arch her back in an attempt to make them look bigger. “So cute and perky. And just the right size to fit into my hand.”

She voiced a wish, hidden for years. “I wish they were bigger. Like yours.”

“Hah.” Lara leaned down, lips touching her skin. Linda jerked as her tongue swung in a hot, wet swirl over her heated flesh. “You look normal. I look like a horny old pervert’s wet dream. Every disgusting old goat within twenty miles looks at me and starts having schoolgirl fantasies. And there’s not even a damn Catholic high school in this town.”

Linda giggled, then moaned. The twin delights of her sister’s mouth and her cousin’s fingers were driving her to the edge of sanity. “God, Lara. That feels so good. Don't stop!"

“I won't. Ever.”