I grew up feeling that somehow I was different from my older brother and sister. There was a six year gap between them and me. Some how this feeling had made me a fairly angry child. Then at the age of three I lost my dad. I had an aunt June and uncle Harry that seemed to always be around. Aunt June was a lot younger than uncle Harry, by that I mean that I was now 19 years old, June was 35years old and Harry was 52 years old. Aunt June was the sexiest aunt you could wish for and was always flirting and teasing me. She wore clothes more suited to a girl my age, showing off her large bust and long shapely legs. She would tease me about my girlfriends. Then I started to date a girl who lived a few roads away and everyone seemed to be against us being together, especially my mom and aunt June. Aunt June during one of her teasing times let something slip that raised my suspicions, and later I asked my mom outright who was my paternal father was. She was quite flustered and would, or could not give me a straight answer. I looked at all the old photos my mother had and it dawned on me that Harry was in far more photos than my dad up till the day dad died. The next time I was around my aunt and uncle's I stole one of his toothbrushes and sent it along with some of my hair and some from the girl I was seeings, for DNA comparisons. It was pretty expensive but I needed to know. I didn't tell anyone I had done it. Then the results were back. Harry was my paternal father and worse still I had been shagging my half sister. I had a row with my mother, who was extremely embarrassed and annoyed with me, and refused to talk about it. I had to tell my girlfriend that I couldn't be her boyfriend and why. She was devastated. I talked with aunt June. She could see that I was upset and agreed to tell me everything she knew. It turned out that uncle Harry was not actually related to our family except through me. When my father got ill, Harry started to see my mother and subsequently got her pregnant. He was a real rouge and had been putting it about with half the women in the town. That included aunt June, who also got pregnant. She had a miscarriage days before the baby was born, but her father had made Harry marry her before the bump got too noticeable. She went on to tell me that her best friend at the time was also pregnant, and she was my girlfriend's mother. She was pretty sure that Harry had sired several more offspring before and after she had married him. She told me of a half brother that she was sure about and who he was and where he lived. She could see that I was even more upset and put an arm around me and my head was between her breasts. I had often wanked off thinking about June and her large breasts, and when her hand rested on the back of my head, holding my face into those breasts my cock started to grow. It wasn't long before June must have felt it against her leg. To shorten this part, what I will say is that we spent the afternoon in bed together. I was still angry, but more so with Harry than with my mother. By this time Harry had several small strokes and was mainly confined to a wheel chair. One good thing I suppose was that he wouldn't be siring any further brothers and sisters. I wanted revenge on him, and aunt June's teasing and flirting gave me the opportunity. She started to flirt with me in front of Harry, which was nothing new, but this time I decided that I was going to make the most of it and cuckold Harry. As June teased she was in the kitchen area preparing some food. The kitchen and lounge area is one large open area. Harry was sat in front of the TV and I sidled up behind June as she rolled out some pastry. I slipped a hand under her skirt and found as I had the previous time that she didn't have any panties on. I fingered her pussy, she tried to wriggle out the way without Harry seeing, but I had a good hold on her and when I thrust two fingers up her pussy she let out a groan. That got Harry's attention. He dribbled as he spoke something which I couldn't understand. June had started to push back onto my fingers as she groaned again and again whilst I finger fucked her. Then with my other hand I undid June's blouse and unhooked her bra letting her large tits burst free. I rolled her hardened nipples around with my fingers and groped her tits. Harry was watching and dribbling down his chin. By this time June had got the flour everywhere, she didn't care as her only focus was the fingers in her fanny and those playing her tits. Then she went rigid as she came. "Look uncle, aunty June just came," I told him as I raised my wet hand from her fanny, "Looks like she is ready for some more," as I put my hand back under her skirt and reinserted two fingers in her fanny. June was off groaning again as I fingered her. By this time my cock was rock hard and I let go of her tits long enough to release my cock. June was writhing on my fingers getting close to a second climax, before she could reach it I carried her across the room and lay her on the sofa with her legs splayed wide open. "Look Harry, see how wet she is," as I dipped two fingers back into her fanny. Her fanny was making squelching sounds as my fingers went in and out. I moved to the end of the sofa reaching and still fingering her fanny, but now in a position to put my cock to June's mouth. She saw quick in sucking most of my seven inches into her mouth. "Look Harry see how good she sucks me. Does she suck you Harry," I teased. Harry was gabbling away, but we had no idea what he was saying and he was wetter down his face than Junes fanny was. It as too much for June and she came squealing with my cock still in her mouth. As she lay motionless and her breasts were heaving up and down with her gulping air, I sucked on her breasts . Then when I had my fill of her tits I moved round and pointed my cock directly at Junes pussy. Harry wasn't aware that I had already fucked June on that previous occasion. "Is she a good fuck Harry?" I asked already knowing that she was, "Lets find out shall we," as I lowered myself and slowly pushed my cock into June's wet fanny. "Yes uncle, she is good. Was she as good as my mother?" I taunted him. He was dribbling more and even less understandable as he mumbled. June was pushing back hard against my cock and as she did so it started her pussy farting. "uncle can you her her pussy making those farting sounds. It feels so good on my cock," I told him. June came again. "Uncle did she used to come this much with you, did my mother come this much?" I could not understand his reply. Then I could feel June building towards the big one and my own seed beginning to rise. "shall I cum in her uncle, what's that uncle, yes, ok." I goaded him. Then June hit her peak and took me along with her and I groaned loudly as I filled her pussy with my cum. We were slumped together for some while, before June got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. I sat on the sofa next to Harry with my cock still hanging out. "Well wasn't that good uncle. Did you enjoy it? I did," I taunted him, "You don't mind if I fuck her again do you?" I asked knowing that I wouldn't have a clue about his answer, or could do anything about it. June returned to the kitchen and went back to making her pastry as if nothing had happened. I told him that I knew he was my paternal father and that he had sired half the town. He went very quiet. Then with a big effort he managed to say sorry. I told him he would be, because from now on whenever we felt like it I would fuck aunt June in front of him. Four years later in 2006 he had a major stroke and died in his sleep. I moved in with June and I still live with her today. I forgave my mom and we had a long talk and cleared the air. I even forgave Harry. I found two other brothers and three more sisters with the help of June. He was one busy man in his hay days.