Fuck Town

Note:This is a sequel to my storyOnce a Slut... No, it's not Karen and Kyle's story, that story,...Always a Slutis still in the pipeline. My plan for a (somewhat) simple two-part story changed (spiraled) and here we are. You don't need to readOnce a Slut...to enjoy this story, but it will provide some context.

Fast Times at Fast Lanes

Robert Compton smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of Fast Lanes. Eyeing his twin brother's truck, Rob snickered, confident he knew why he and his brother were both early.

The Compton's were well known, having deep roots and owning several businesses in the community and Rob smiled and waved and nodded as he made his way through the gaming and dining area of his sister's popular restaurant/bar/arcade/bowling alley, happily greeting friends and acquaintances before seeing his brother sitting at the bar, nursing a long neck.

Rob looked around to see if anybody was in ear shot, before greeting his twin, "Fancy a guess why you're even earlier than me, does it have something to do with your wife getting some new dick at home?"

Rodney Compton could only grin, he'd driven to Fast Lanes on autopilot, his mind filled with the sight and sounds of his 19-year-old son and 41-year-old wife fucking like animals when he'd gotten home from work. "They were going at it when I got home. Kyle had Karen bent over, giving her a proper pounding," he explained.

"Damn, Pete and Pam were going through the charade of having dinner, even though she was barely dressed. When I came out to leave, her damn panties were on the kitchen counter between them," the brother chuckled.

"Sounds about right," Rod chuckled.

"Think either will get..." Rob started to question when he was interrupted.

"Hey Uncle Rob, want a Bud," asked a curvaceous blonde who looked way too young to bartend.

Rod smirked seeing the surprised look on his brother's face.

"Yeah, you know it Macey, thanks," Rob offered his 18-year-old niece, letting his eyes wander over the teenager's unbelievable body as she turned to reach down into the cooler.

The brothers shared a look, eyebrows raised, each mouthing 'damn' as the already short cut off denim shorts rose to reveal the young girl's bare ass.

"Here ya go," Macey Compton offered, handing her uncle his beer.

Rob fought a loosing battle, repeatedly glancing down to his niece's abundant cleavage as she leaned forward against the bar, arms spread wide, as he attempted to make small talk, "So, uh, any more problems with Old Ed?"

"Nah," the blonde smiled, noticing both her uncles stealing glances at her 34dd's that were threatening to spill out of the sleeveless red and black checked shirt she had shortened until there was only just enough fabric to tie under her big braless jugs. "Just that one time, thanks to you two," she grinned. "I know he didn't mean any harm, but if I let him grab my ass, I guess I'd have to let everyone do it," the teenager grinned suggestively.

Looking around, Rod questioned, "You filling in for your mom, where's she at?"

Macey rolled her eyes, "Got a hot date with some lawyer guy, and Justine called in, just me and Erin tonight."

Rod and Rob followed their niece's glance to a cute tiny redhead waiting tables in the dining area. As if on cue, 19-year-old Erin Robinson turned and looked with a big smile, her pert breasts nearly revealed by her unbuttoned shirt as she waved enthusiastically.

"Shit, a lawyer? Penny finally going to bag a respectable guy," Rob joked, referencing their younger sisters terrible taste in men up to that point.

"He's okay, I guess. He's got a nice car," Macey offered unenthusiastically.

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"God damn Bro, Macey went from little girl to god damned sexpot overnight," Rob said to his brother as they walked to their lane.

Glancing back at his niece, Rod agreed, "No shit, I know we promised Penny, but.... fuuucckk... Right?"

"Yeah..." Rob could only agree, subconsciously adjusting his swollen cock as he glanced back at his sexy relative.

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Macey Compton felt flush and had to fan herself as her uncles sauntered off towards the lanes.

She'd hesitated when getting dressed earlier, knowing it was league night and her uncles would be there. Though she'd only been working at Fast Lanes for a couple of weeks, since turning 18, Macey quickly got used to being ogled and she'd enthusiastically made the adjustments to her uniform Erin suggested, knowing it would get her even more attention, and hopefully better tips too. But she was nervous knowing her uncles - who helped raise her and were her de-facto fathers - would be there and she worried if they'd approve?

But of course they knew what was expected of the girls that worked there and it had been a given she would start there once old enough. And she was an adult now, and had a job to do, she rationalized as she'd tugged the now even shorter short shorts up over her perfect ass and stuffed her big tits in the now just barely big enough shirt.

"God damn, Mace, how am I supposed to compete with all that," Erin Robertson had teased good naturedly upon arrival, stopping to stare at her outrageously sexy cousin, seeing she had taken her advice and slutted up her work attire.

Macey had assured her sexy, tiny, green-eyed, red-headed cousin she was confident they'd both do fine with tips that night.

The 18-year-old blonde felt confident and sexy behind the bar, meeting all the glances and stares with a big smile as the dinner crowd continued and the bowling league rolled in.

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A mix of high fives and good-natured insults signaled the end of the bowling league's weekly match. Rod and Rob took it all in stride knowing their performance was subpar because they had been distracted. The two brothers were each compartmentalizing the titillating imaginings of what was happening at their respective homes, and also the taboo temptation on display in the bowling alley all night. Bowling while distracted, horny, and thinking about incest, wasn't conducive to competition the brothers each concluded independently.

Only minutes from Thursday's closing time, 10 pm, the twin brothers were pulling up the rear as the group made their way to the exit when Macey's voice angrily cut through the din, "What the fuck, Ramon?"

They turned to see the cook hurrying towards them, looking over his shoulder to respond to their niece, "Sorry, Macey. It's my Mom, she's in the hospital, I got to go..." he said powering past Rob and Rod with an additional, "Sorry."

The Brother's froze and without needing to speak both made the decision to stay and help their niece clean and close up as they bid their friends goodbye, locking the front doors behind them.

Nearly an hour later, Rob came in from taking the last of the garbage out and Rod finished putting all the chairs on the tables after Macey wiped them down and Erin vacuumed around them hurriedly.

"Sorry, I can't stay later, I have an early class in the morning," the pixie-ish redhead stated after putting the vacuum away.

"No big deal. All that's left is the bar," Macey offered, absolving her co-worker.

"Yeah, it's almost 11, go ahead on home Erin, we got this," Rob said, letting his eyes wander over the girl's tight little body.

"Yeah, we'll make sure your boss knows what a trooper you are," Rod winked, invoking his sister's absence on one of the busiest nights of the week.

"Okay, thanks," Erin smiled, feeling herself flush at the older men's attention.

Fast Lanes was well known as the place to work for young sexy girls, a popular, busy, but easy-going place where showing some skin and flirting got you big tips. It was almost a right of passage for the prettiest girls to work there.

The Compton's had owned the establishment for decades, and their family went way back with Erin's, she and Macey were 'cousins' as far as anyone was concerned, and furthermore the brothers had always been Uncle Rod and Uncle Rob to Erin growing up as well, always protective and looking out for her and always encouraging whenever they crossed paths.

Erin didn't even have to apply or interview for the job, 'Aunt Penny' had made clear that her 5'0" - 96lb - 32c-22-33 red headed 'niece' had a job waiting for her when she turned 18.

As soon as Erin started working at Fast Lanes, the way the brothers, her uncles, looked at her changed. Suddenly she saw them watching, staring, appreciating. At first it unnerved the teenager, but she told herself it was okay because they weren't really her uncles, weren't blood, they were just men and she'd learned early on that men enjoyed looking at her, and the way her uncles looked at her made the 18-year-old feel adult, and sexy, and confident.

So for the past year she's enjoyed her uncles' attentions, especially on a league night, after they'd had some beers and got extra flirty. But there was something different in their eyes tonight, the now 19-year-old noted, something more direct, an undisguised hunger. A nervous feeling poked at the redhead seeing her uncles look at Macey, their actual niece, the same way. Hell, they were practically Macey's dads, Erin thought, a naughty shiver running through her.

Looking at her just turned 18-years-old friend, Erin inquired, "You sure, cousin, I can stay if you need me to?"

Macey grinned, she realized why her cousin was offering, and if it been any two other men she would have taken Erin up on her offer. "No, it's fine. We got this," the blonde assured her, though in truth she wasn't sure herself what might happen once she was alone with her handsome uncles, the way they'd been staring at her all night had her on edge.

"Okay, see you guys later," Erin announced, her skin tingling from the tension in the air as she walked towards the kitchen, distracted as she collected her things.

"You guys are such horn dogs," Macey announced upon hearing the kitchen door slam behind Erin.

"What?" her uncles questioned in unison.

"You guys were eyeballin' Erin all night. She's your niece too. She's only like a year older than me, you know," Macey guffawed. Her teasing was seemingly innocent, but inside the 18-year-old was a cauldron of excitement and anxiety. She was no virgin, but neither was she as experienced as some would think given her looks.

Being 5'4" - 114lbs - 34dd-24-36 - blonde, blue eyed, and pretty certainly wasn't a curse, but truth be told, Macey learned early on that her looks were intimidating to a lot of men, and the ones who typically weren't intimidated, weren't for weird reasons; like they were shallow, self absorbed, or thought money made up for a lack of intelligence or personality. The end result being the teenager's sexual experience so far had been far more average than one would expect; she'd given a lot of blowjobs and had intercourse with a couple of boyfriends, but the buxom teen was far from as sexually content as she wished.

The newly adult teen's heart thundered in her ample chest knowing she was playing a dangerous game, a decidedly adult game. She felt naughty, wicked, but unreservedly... alive. It was the first time the 18-year-old had found herself in a situation where the consummation of any of her fantasies were tangibly possible, and the fact it was her uncles, her mother's younger twin brothers, her substitute fathers, that were in a position to make two of her fantasies a reality only added to the horny adrenalin coursing through her veins.

Macey wasn't a stranger to incest, at least in porn. She loved the age play aspect of the videos, often searching for models that resembled her so she could imagine herself in their place. She'd watch with the sound off, making up her own taboo dialogue to match the scenario.

And having never even met her real father the teenager had often fantasized about a handsome older man sweeping her off her feet, making passionate love to her, only then to find out the man was in fact her father.

It was a hot, naughty fantasy that never failed to make Macey orgasm, but that wasn't what had her heart pounding in her chest at that moment.

Uncle Rod and Uncle Rob had filled the role of father(s) all Macey's life. Whenever anything required a man, a dad, (either, or usually both) her uncles always showed up without fail. But she'd always been reluctant to allow herself to imagine either or both as targets of her sexual fantasies. Actual incest was just too weird to think about she'd tell herself whenever the thought poked at her brain as if it might be enjoyable to contemplate.

Yet reality was suddenly forcing her contemplation. Her pulse had been quick ever since she noticed her uncles couldn't keep their eyes off her. She'd always thought her uncles handsome, but the more they looked, the more she found herself hoping they liked what they saw. And now, alone in a closed business, her fantasies of being with two men at once, and of finding herself in a situation where anything could happen - even against her will - were colliding, sending spasms of conflicting feelings through her already over stimulated ripe young body.

Rod walked over to Rob and both stared at their niece as she wiped down the bar, "I think she's up for it."

Rob nodded, "Who knows when we'll have another chance like this."

"Yeah," Rod replied, as the brothers walked behind the bar.

"How 'bout a round for all our hard work," Rob suggested.

Macey smiled, her heart thundering, her pussy drooling, and a slight tremble in her hand as she set two shot glasses on the bar.

"And one for yourself," Rod announced.

"Oh, I don't know. I've only drank whiskey like once. It was kinda gross," Macey giggled.

"You deserve it, you're an adult now, if you can dress like that and bartend, you can have a drink with your uncles," Rod stated with a big smile.

Rob smirked, "There's lots of things girls think taste gross when they're a kid that they learn to like when they grow up. And you're definitely all grown up now, Macey," he observed, letting his niece see his eyes devour her.

The brothers smiled watching their niece blush. They knew they were all only pretending the night was still normal, casual, proper. The electricity in the air was palpable.

Despite having only turned 18 two weeks ago, Macey knew there was nothing proper about what was happening. Her body tingled under their hungry gazes. Her stomach knotted seeing her uncles as predators for the first time. The teenager shivered realizing she was the prey. Are they going to fuck me, she bit her lip wondering.Would they really? Could I still get out of here, go home like normal? Would they let me?

Macey trembled as she joined her uncle's toast, 'To new experiences,' and downed the shot, the whiskey stinging her nostrils and burning her throat. She was surprised she didn't cough and that made her feel grown up. Uncle Rob's comment about learning to like the way things taste made her think of how much the idea of sucking dick had scared her before she had given her first blowjob. She couldn't help laughing at herself, acknowledging how much she quickly learned to enjoy doing it, especially swallowing cum.

She couldn't stop herself from imagining dropping to her knees and sucking off both her uncles, wondering if their cum would taste alike.

"What's funny," Rod questioned.

"Oh, nothing," Macey shook her head, "Just funny what you get used to," she said pouring another round.

"Hey, you trying to get us drunk," Rob laughed.

Shaking her head, the teenage bartender qualified, "I better stop at two. It won't take much to get me drunk."

"You'll be dancing on the tables before we know it," Rob joked.

"You guys are as bad a Old Ed," Macey offered, downing her shot and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, contemplating pouring another round despite knowing she shouldn't.

"He try to get you to dance," Rod questioned as he and his brother watched their niece hesitate before pouring another round.

"Yeah, before he grabbed my ass," Macey stated, throwing her shot back, now like a seasoned pro, seeing the look of surprise in her uncle's faces.

"Sounds like Old Ed, he never knew when to quit," Rob acknowledged, tossing his shot back.

"You probably would've gave him a heart attack anyway," Rod said, letting his niece see his eyes scan her body, before he drained his shot.

Macey hurriedly poured another round, hoping to silence all the competing voices in her head.

There was a brief moment of silence after the three family members threw the latest round back with happy groans before slamming their glasses down and looking at each other in a new way, each suddenly impatient to find out where the night was headed.

"It's not like I even know how to dance, you know, I've never stripped," Macey giggled, breaking the silence. Somewhere in the back of her brain she wondered why she had said that, but that part of her was distant, dim, like someone locked in a room, beating on a thick, heavy door trying to get attention to no avail.

"Well damn. We were just talking about dancing, now were talking about stripping," Rob questioned dramatically and everyone chuckled.

Macey eyed the empty shot glasses, one more, she questioned herself? She couldn't decide. She realized she couldn't even remember how many rounds there had been.I must be drunk already.

The teenager hadn't realized she'd said it out loud until her uncle - was it Uncle Rob or Uncle Rod, suddenly unsure, she questioned herself with a laugh - asked, "Drunk enough to dance for your uncles?"

Macey felt like she was on fire, heat and anxiety surged through her entire being, her nerves were raw, electric, almost unbearable. She felt desperate... desperate for relief. Desperate in a way she hadn't known was possible. But what kind of relief? Desperate for what? What did she want? She thought she should just go home and masturbate, put the night and all it's naughty, nasty possibilities behind her. But she couldn't think clearly. Things weren't making sense. One plus one didn't equal two anymore for some reason and Macey wanted to quit thinking. Thinking was suddenly too much work.

It was suddenly all too much for the teenager, more than she could handle, and overwhelmed, she panicked, "I... I don't know..." Macey nearly slurred, her chest heaving, and then blurted, "I should go home."

Moving behind his niece, Rod wrapped his arms around Macey's bare midriff and said, "With your body I bet you dance at home all the time, don't you? Why don't you dance for us here?"

Macey shook and felt on the verge of being sick as one of her uncles pressed himself against her back, holding her, and the other stepped up to her, looking down at her, trapping her between their much larger bodies, "Naw, dancing's too much like work isn't it? You already worked all night," Rob commiserated, then brightly suggested, "But stripping is easy, how 'bout you let us see what's under these clothes, Macey?"

Macey watched as her uncle tentatively reached for the knot in her shirt. Instinctively she started to raise her hands to stop him but Rod grabbed her wrists and gently, but forcefully, pulled them behind her back. The brother's shared a knowing smile as Macey bit her lip and groaned nervously, her eyes welling with tears.

"Shhh, It's okay, we don't mind helping," Rob assured Macey, caressing her face, wiping her tears with his thumb as he gently pinched the knot between her ample breasts, ready to pull.

"Have you ever been with two men," Rod questioned behind her, pulling his niece's arms tight when she didn't answer right away, grinning as her body tensed and straightened, her ample cleavage bulging against her top.

Macey stuttered, "N... no... No, uh uh." She shook her head trying to force the thought she wanted her uncles to fuck her from her mind, but it didn't work and she couldn't believe when she heard herself admit, "But... I think about it... a lot..."