Disclaimer and Notes: This story represents one piece of the EARLY work of the now "Not-So-Famous" Mr. TVM. Posted here, for your reading pleasure, for the very first time. It's, obviously, copyrighted to the original author and no reposting without TVM's consent. Soooo...Read and enjoy.

Growing up on a farm in Western North Carolina my parents gave us kids, plenty of freedom to explore. Course they probably had to considering there were 12 of us in all (9 girls and 3 boys.) Let's see if I can sucessfully name all of them. Frank, the oldest of us boys was 23 when I turned 13, then there was Genie Maria (21), Andrea (19), Tommy (17), Kelly (14), Me (Landon, 13), Abby and Libby (twins 11), Becky (10), Sylvia (9), and the triplets (Brian, Stacey and Anna Maria, 8).

The freedom I mentioned earlier wasn't just a saying it was practiced. Such as the time my parents let Tommy have a openly gay fling with the guy down the road who was 47 at the time to Tommy's rather innocent 17. My sister Becky, third from the youngest, was a kinky girl too. I caught her and my best friend at the time (Jimmy Winterfield) banging in the back seat of his car, he was giving it to her good too and right in the ass. So from an early age that mental image was burned into my mind and sex itself became a normal part of my life. We didn't hide the fact that we where a loving family. Not that Mom and Dad did much kiddie hanging you see, but some of us liked to knock the boots on special occasions. Becky was my first piece, I was 15 and she was 12, I took her cherry one night when we got shit faced on Dad's Mulberry Cyder. What a wild night. I grew to love and respect my sister, though we never did anything else sexual, which is one reason we were so close growing up I think. But near the end of my home life, Me and Dad had a throw down over the way he treated Sylvia (his youngest). Something about her lack of respect for her "Father." Total bullshit and I said so, which got both of us thrown out and never invited back. I moved to the city (Memphis) that very night with Sylvia in tow and never came back.

Somehow I found a run down apartment on Beal Street downtown and a job at a local bakery that paid decent. Sylvia, my sweet adorable little sister, went to work after school in the same place, running errands and making deliveries as Mr. Longins (my boss) needed her. We actaully built a good life for ourselves in Memphis, putting money back and even managed to save a lot. Which I ear marked for Sylvia's education. Little did I know that life would change so drastically in such a short amount of time.

I was named manager of the Longins Deli, now with 4 locations across Memphis and the surrounding area. While Sylvia, who had become the star Point Guard for her high school baskeyball team, was offered a FULL basketball scholarship to Memphis University. Sadly only two weeks after that and on the same day as Sylvia's news, Mr Longins lost his wife to cancer. He took it pretty hard and soon moved to Florida, selling the whole chain of Deli's to me. Which was paid for by the money we'd saved for Sylvia's college education. Wild how things come together so perfectly, when you have the best interests of someone else at heart.

Sylvia got her college education, and with that money I was able to buy a ticking time bomb of a business. Within two years I had 6 very successful stores, now in two states and two cities with Memphis in the name (West Memphis, Arkansas being the other one). And as Sylvia entered her junior year, I opened my tenth store, now in four states. Sylvia was ofcourse a great high school basketball player, and to no one's shock became a phenom in college. Even drawing interest from the WNBAs Houston Comets (who ended up drafting her). But ofcourse with all this happiness, you just know there had to be some saddness thrown in for balance. That came in the form of a phone call, when Becky delivered the news that our Father had died in a car accident with Mom and 3 of my brothers and sister's, those being Tommy now 37 with a family of his own, Kelly who just turned 32 and Brian was 19. My father's passing made me numb for a while and I refused to go to his funeral. Sylvia on the other hand had grown to look at me as her father almost and had no real emotional ties to anyone on the farm. I dunno how she did it. But she just packed her bag, kissed my cheek and headed off for school that morning without so much as a flinch.

So after a long while the feeling of lose and regret simpy faded to the point of me not caring anymore. He had run me and Sylvia out of the family for some retarded reason, so why should I feel pain for him. For the next two years I got regular calls from Becky about how the farm was doing and what she was up to. While my business was booming, 21 stories in 6 states and a net worth of nearly 20 million dollars if you include my indian head nickel collection. It was too good to be true. Well as I said the phone calls from Becky brought news that got progressively worse. She like Mom had went and started a family and now had 7 kids. She'd pop one out and be pregnant again by noon. 7 kids to date and another on the way, with no husband to help her. He had left 4 years earlier, tired of the farm life and wanting some totally new. Her answer to the problems? Me coming home and taking over for her while she popped out baby number 8.

Well after some consistant whining from my sister I said I'd come home and help out. Sylvia refused to go, deciding instead to move into the dorm for the remaining part of her senior year. I booked the last flight to Charlotte that night and for the first time in 13 years I was on home turf, by 2:00 am. Now realize that my family farm is in a small rural area of Western North Carolina that cannot be reached my plane, only car. And you can't get lost and end up there, you gotta be going there to get there. Trust me. About 7:00 am I pulled up to the house and got out of my car (a brand spanking new Cadillac Eldorado). Looking around I first noticed a girl bent at the waist with her back to me working on the small garden to the side of the house. What a nice ass she had, wearing daisy duke cutoffs and a torn baseball jersey that looking like one that used to belong to me. Great thing was she stood up and turned around and I got a good view as the jersey, which only had two buttons still on it and they both seemed to slip at the same time and it fell open. Showing her big bouncing young titties to the whole world. She quickly snapped it shut and I noticed she looked nearly identical to my sister at that age. OH MY GOD, I'm checking out my niece. That thought was washed from mind when she finally saw me standing there.

"UNCLE LANDON" She screamed and came running down the dirt path, titties bouncing like crazy and jumped into my arms. "Your here."

"Yeh I'm here and which yard ape are you?" I asked as she laughed and closed her jersey again.

"I'm Stacey Rae" She said in that southern accent that still makes my dick hard.

"God you look just like your momma"

"Do I?" She asked giggling and taking my hand, "Just in the face or all over?"

"All ov...." I said before clamming up as she laughed.

"I thought liked what you saw" Stacey said as we reached the porch, "I saw you drive up and thought I'd give my favorite uncle a show."

"OK" I said somewhat in shock.

"Everyone says I look just like Momma" She said, "especially her boobs."

"Just how many people have you let see your boobs?" I asked taking a seat on the porch.

"Just close family members and one special girl" She said handing me a glass of iced tea.

"Girl?"

"Yeh Momma told you I was seeing a girl didn't she?"

"No"

"She's so scatterbrained" Stacey giggled, "Any way me and this girl that lives down the road about two miles, Renae's her name, we been seeing each other almost a year now."

"Stacey the bush diver" I said as she blushed and smacked at my leg.

"I ain't gonna deny that" She said with a smirk. "Besides she's crazy about me, she never looks down on me."

"Nothing wrong with being in love" I said sipping some of the ice tea and noticed how quiet the house was. "Where is everybody?"

"Momma took the kids to school" She said pooring her a glass, and folding her legs into the indian position, giving me a nice view of her pantieless pussy. "It's shaved ya know."

"HUH?" I asked snapping my head away and looking at her eyes.

"My pussy it's shaved, bald, smooth as butter" She said grinning. "Renae prefers it that way."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Cause you were looking at it" She said now crossing her legs in a lady like fashion. "And don't start that denial buttshit, just admit it. Not that I'm gonna get mad if you look. Just no touching, Uncle Landon."

"Now why...."

"I knew the family history" She said looking at me, "You banging Momma, but I'm only into girls."

"That's ok" I said.

"That is unless I can talk you into buying me some stuff in exchange for..." She said opening her jersey and showing me a good view of her titties, not a hint of sag to be found. My mouth was watering when she then dropped her daisy dukes to mid thigh and showed me her bald pussy up close and personal. "I'm tired of being poor."

"Put your clothes back on Stacey" I said and not believing those words left my mouth. But it felt like I would be taken advantage of her if I did something with her and I would never do that. Ofcourse in that moment the thought of her being my niece was no where to be found in my collection of thoughts. "I'll buy you whatever you want, and not in exchange for sex."

"Seriously?" She asked, "Just because I ask?"

"I know how it was growing up dirt poor" I said as she flashed me a glowing Becky like smile. "I should have come back a long time ago and helped, but Becky never told me you guys were in this bad a shape."

"Your like a white night on a horse" She grinned. "So when can we go shopping?"

"The cars waiting right now" I said as she squealed and grabbed my hand.

"Wait, wait" I said holding her up, "I think you should change."

"Oh yeah" She giggled, "Sorta do look like a hoochie. BRB."

"STACEY" A Voice called from the yard a second later.

"Hey girl" Stacey said running down the steps and meeting the hot looking red head coming up the front walk. Planting a kiss on her cheek and hugging her. After that Renae, at least that's who I thought it was, kissed her full on the lips and slipped her hand under the jersey. "Whoa girl we got company."

"Who?" She asked looking up to see me and blushing a deep red. "That your car?"

"Yeh I'm Landon Green" I said as Renae took Stacey's hand nervously and shook mine when they reached the porch.

"My Uncle" Stacey said proudly.

"Nice car Mr. Green" Renae said with a smile. "So I'm assuming this is a bad time?"

"UMMM yeh....wait" Stacey said looking at me and then back to Renae and saying, "No, we got all morning."

"Thank god....I mean great" Renae said as I wondered what they had planned.

"Why don't you go on up and get the clothes ready" Stacey suggested and Renae seemed to be mystified for a long moment, before realizing what she was talking about and then saying excitedly, "OK."

That's when it hit me, they were gonna fuck. Stacey looked to make sure Renae had disappeared upstairs and explained that every morning her and Renae met before school and "worked out" or "washed clothes", I laughed at her way of hiding the truth.

"Go on have fun" I said as she looked at me and said, "Wanna watch?"

"How?" I asked in shock, "from the keyhole in the door. Wait about 5 minutes and come up. But be quiet cause I'm not sure if Renae would like it or not."

"Are you sure?" I asked, my cock hardening at the very thought of watching two horny and very sexy young girls going at each other.

"Yeh I love being watched, Genie does it all the time, only she thinks I don't know" Stacey said with a laugh. Genie was Becky's 11 year old, I think it might be nice for you to know that. I laughed as Stacey flashed me a five sign and disappeared upstairs. I waited, my cock getting harder and harder with every passing second, and headed up stairs at the very first available moment. She never mentioned which room it was, and I thought I might have trouble finding it, but no such bad luck as her door was clearly marked with a big X and her name in blue. Besides you could already hear the moaning coming from inside, I dropped to my knee and peaked through the keyhole and what a sight it was to behold. Renae on her back with Stacey between her legs licking like a mad girl. Head bobbing up and down furiously as Renae moaned and whimpered her approval.

"OH FUCK GIRL what's got into you this morning?" Renae asked through a moan as Stacey's tongue parted her pussy lips and made her moan louder with delight.

"Your pussy taste so good, I been dreaming about it all night" Stacey said before returning to her mad dash and bringing Renae off in a thundering orgasm. Renae arched her back and squealed in to a pillow by her head as she came. She then went limp as Stacey began sucking the cum out from between her pussy lips. I watched in awe for a few more minutes and whipped out my cock sometime during that period as the two horny nympho's went at it again and again. I was own the verge of cumming myself when I heard a voice from behind me. "AHHHHH who are you?"