A small boat, an open cockpit fishing boat, was pounding through heavy swell, beating it’s way against strong winds towards the T-shaped breakwater ...that protected the marina entrance, and as he watched the scene unfolding below the apparent anxiety of the skipper down there was almost too easy to understand. That poor yellow-slickered man was in the thick of it now, struggling to keep his little boat from being swamped by steep following seas that rolled under his boat on their way to the rocky. "Damn Megan, your uncle is a hunk, right Jes?"Jessica looked at Derrick and nodded her head. "I'll say. I wouldn't mind rolling I the hay with him."When Ashley saw Megan glance over at her uncle she giggled. "Megan, you can't be looking at him and get evil thoughts, only me and Jessica can. He's you uncle. That would be incest."Jessica laughed. "Yeah, but if he was my uncle, incest be damned."When Megan got home that afternoon, she thought about what Jessica and Ashley had said, and wondered. Then he worked his way around to my penis and started soaping it up. He put soap on his hand and started stroking me. Felt so damn good! He continued to stroke my dick while his other hand rubbed between my ass cheeks and his finger even massaged my asshole. Then he slid it in a little ways and I was in ecstasy. I leaned forward a little and he asked if it felt good. I just nodded. Between the hand job and his finger up my ass, I was feeling pure pleasure all over. His boner was rubbing against. “I'm going out to add wood to the fire and work on our sleeping arrangements. When you're done in here, would you bring the candles with you?”“Sure, she nodded.”In a few minutes, she joined me in the living room. The fire had burned down to just a bed of coals, so I added a lot of wood to get it roaring again.“I look ridiculous,” she said. She started to laugh. The sound was wonderful.“Why do you say that? I think you look great.”“With my stringy, wet hair, wearing a man's sweatsuit that I.