Incest family

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Alice was amused at the way her uncle kept his eyes averted from the sight of her. He was beading over a huge potted fern. There was mud on his T-shirt and he was frowning at something.

"Pretty delicate, this plant," he said. Alice leaned against the table behind her and crossed her long slender legs. She'd been on her way down to the lakeshore when she'd seen Mitch in the greenhouse. She let the front of her terry beach jacket bag open a little. Her uncle's eyes blinked rapidly but he kept his attention directed to the ailing fern.

"I just wanted to thank you," Alice began, "for taking me and Billy in like this. The folks had been going at it for over a year and it was getting pretty awful towards the last." She brushed a blonde hair from the full swell of her breast. That was her left one. The right was every bit as lovely. The wee bikini barely corralled them. And though they were perfectly shaped, Alice had always felt her tits were way too big for her willowy frame. Mitch was looking now. She pulled her belly in under her ribs and smiled. "When Mom and Dad broke up, I really had no idea where I could go or who I could turn to. I certainly didn't want to go with either of them. They'd been simply horrible to live with."

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