Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters. This story is fiction and is intended soley to provide entertainment and hopefully a few laughs.

Authors note: alternate universe; nobody has any special powers.

Codes: Mf, AU, cons, ncon-cons, cherry, grope, inc, oral, preg


Fuck The Cheerleader, Fuck The World



In the town of Odessa, Texas, there was a brick wall that ran along an alley three blocks away from Union Wells High School. There was a wealth of graffiti painted on it. Most of it was indecipherable gang crap, but there were a few messages that were readable; one message said Josh Loves Hayden; another said Hayden and Rick 4ever; another was a fairly well-drawn image of Osama Bin Laden blowing his brains out with an American-made machine gun. But the one message that stood out the most on the wall, partly because it was scrawled in red paint and partly because of the message's content, said Claire Bennett Sucks Cocks. Claire Bennett read that message every day on her way to and from school.

She didn't know who'd written it, and probably couldn't have made an accurate guss if she'd been tied to a chair and tortured with nipple clamps. Because Claire Bennett did suck cocks. A lot of them. She'd been sucking cocks now for quite some time, and in that time she'd sucked more cocks than she could put names to. She had a better chance of winning the Powerball lottery than coming up with the name of the boy responsible for that message. Although she was sure that, whoever he was, she'd sucked his cock.

Claire loved to suck cocks. It was her third favorite thing in the world to do (the first two being eating chocolate ice cream and masturbating in the shower, in that order). She sucked cocks on dates, at parties, at weddings, behind the science building at school, at half-time during the school's football games, and whenever a boy gave her a ride in his car. Just a few weeks ago a man had grabbed her, pulled her into some bushes, held a gun to her head, and told her he was going to kill her. But Claire had very cleverly convinced him not to hurt her by sucking his cock.

Needless to say, Claire never had to worry about having a date for Saturday night. Or any other night for that matter. She was very popular with all the boys. The girls didn't seem to like her very much (except for Elaine Ardley, who not only liked her, but liked her a little too much); they called her a tramp and a whore, a slut, a trollop, a harlot, a streetwalker, a Jezebel. They called her a roundheels and a chippy and Paris Hilton. Claire didn't think she looked anything like Paris Hilton.

She wasn't a whore, either; if she sucked a guy's cock she did it for free. Of course, that didn't mean that she'd reject a gift if the guy was feeling generous and grateful, like a piece of jewelry or a new outfit or a stick of gum. But she wasn't a whore, she was pretty sure of that.

There was one thing that Claire was, but everyone thought she wasn't: a virgin. She'd never had a cock in her pussy, not even once. Not even a fake one. She'd come close a few times, letting a guy put the end of his cock between her pussy lips, and she'd done the same thing with the handle of a screwdriver one time, but that was all. Because as much as she enjoyed being the most generous cocksucker in the state of Texas, Claire was committed to remaining a virgin until her wedding night. She was adamant about this policy, and didn't have any problems telling any boys who might try to get in there that they were out of luck. Even the football players, who couldn't believe there was such a thing as a cheerleader who wouldn't fuck.

It almost ruined her reputation.

But Claire was determined; she knew in her heart that her cherry belonged to her future husband. At least, that was what she thought she knew. Until Peter Petrelli came along.

*****

Peter Petrelli was Claire's uncle. Her real uncle, not the fake uncle her dad made up. Her fake dad. It was a long story. The short version was that her natural father, Nathan Petrelli, a politician from New York City, had come out west and gotten Claire's mom pregnant, then scampered back to New York. Then Claire's mom had died in a fire and Claire, being just a baby at that time, was adopted by Noah Bennett, who, along with his wife (whose name, as far as Claire could ever tell, was Mom), raised her as his very own. Noah was a very good father to Claire, loving and gentle, and Claire had always thought of him as her real dad. She loved him with all of her heart, and as far as she was concerned he was her real dad, and that other guy, Nathan Petrelli, was just the dirtbag who happened to knock up her poor biological mother. Claire despised Nathan Petrelli and she refused to have anything to do with him.

Peter, though, was another matter entirely. Peter was much younger than his brother Nathan (he was only twenty-two; Nathan Petrelli was a remarkably ancient forty-two), and in Claire's estimation he was much better looking too. In fact, she thought he was dreamy. The dreamiest guy she'd ever met. It didn't matter to her that he was a relative. Not too much, anyway.

When she first met him, though, she didn't know he was her uncle. She thought he was just a totally good-looking older dude hanging out in the high school parking lot, scoping out the underage girls. When he came up and said hi to her she assumed he was trying to pick her up, so she smiled and said hi back. Then Peter said, "I'm Peter Petrelli. Your father's younger brother. I guess that would make me your uncle." He looked her over from head to toe, carefully taking in her slender shapely body. "Wow. Nathan wasn't kidding when he said you were a hottie."

"Thank you," Claire replied, blushing. "That rat bastard Nathan didn't tell me he had a brother. The guy's a complete asshole."

"Yeah, I suppose he is."

Peter gave her a shy, slightly guilty smile, and Claire's heart melted and her knees got weak. She wished she could drop down onto them right that second.

"So, you're my uncle, huh?" she said. "You want to give me a ride home?"

"Sure," Peter replied. "We can get to know each other a little better."

"Oh, yeah, we can do that too."

Peter led her over to his car, a really cool silver Mercedes.

"Nice, huh?" he said.

"Yes, very nice," Claire said. Expensive cars made her horny. "Is it yours?"

"Naw, it's a rental."

Claire frowned, and even threw up a little bit in her mouth.

Peter held the passenger door open for her and she got in, then Peter went around to the other side and got behind the wheel. He started the engine and carefully guided the car through the parking lot and out onto the street, where he immediately began driving at an unsafe rate. Claire was thrilled. Over the sound of the purring engine and the rushing wind she shouted, "So what brings you to Odessa, Texas, Uncle Peter?"

"I'm here for a convention!" Peter shouted back. "I'm a nurse!"

Claire was again disappointed. First a rental car, she thought, and now this. A freaking nurse, for crying out loud. The guy's probably sucked more cocks than I have. When he was checking me out earlier he was probably wondering if he could borrow my blouse.

"Don't look so disappointed!" Peter continued. "I'm straight! I promise!" He took his hand off the gear shift and lightly rubbed Claire on the inside of her thigh, right up near her crotch.

"Well, since you put it that way," Claire said. She reached over and placed her own hand right on Peter's crotch. And now that she knew he was straight she wasn't surprised to find a very hard lump there. She smiled at hiim and Peter smiled back at her. Then he swerved suddenly to avoid running over a woman and her little daughter in a crosswalk, stepped on the gas, and made it to Claire's house in record time.

Within moments of stopping at the curb in front of the house the two were kissing passionately. Peter had his tongue in Claire's mouth and was feverishly fondling her full firm tits as she just as feverishly fondled the fabulously hard lump in his pants. After a minute of this they broke apart and Peter reached for his fly. Claire, however, had beat him to it. She quickly unfastened the button, pulled down the zipper, and reached inside to grasp her uncle's cock. It was pleasantly warm and thick, and hard as kevlar. She had a little bit of trouble getting it out because it was so long; the damned thing had to be at least ten inches. Claire had rarely seen a cock that long.

"Wow," she said as she gazed down at it in wonder.

"Yeah," Peter replied absently as he placed his hand on the back of her head.

Claire gave her uncle another sweet smile, then leaned over his lap and brought her mouth down on the end of his cock. At the same time she brought one of her hands up and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, then began to stroke him slowly as she took more of him into her mouth. She felt him nudging at the back of her throat, then pulled her mouth back until her lips were right around the head again. She repeated this move several times, steadily moving her mouth down onto his cock then bringing it back up near the end, still stroking him with her hand. Peter moaned and played with her brilliant blonde hair.

"Man," he said, "you're good at that. Nathan show you how to do that?"

Claire pulled her mouth from his cock long enough to say, "Ew. No. My history teacher," then went back to sucking his cock. She licked all around the head, then slid her tongue down the shaft to his balls, did a loop-de-loop around them, then licked back up to the head again. She took him back into her mouth and sucked and stroked him like a porn star, until finally Peter groaned and put both of his hands on the back of her head. Peter's cock started to throb and his come spilled into her mouth. Claire stopped sucking and made a small involuntary noise, because even after all the blowjobs she'd given, the stuff that was now pouring all over her tongue and streaming into her throat still tasted kind of bad to her. She kept stroking him, though, until the river of warm milky come slowed, then finally stopped. When Peter was done she pulled his cock out of her mouth, swallowed, and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"How was that?" she asked as she sat up.

"That was awesome," Peter replied, grinning at her. "I think that was the best blowjob I've ever gotten, Claire. You're the best niece a guy could ever hope for."

"Naw, not really," Claire said, blushing.

"Well, I think so, anyway. Maybe we could get together again, like tonight?"

"Hold on," Claire said. She swallowed a bit of left over come, then said, "Sure, I'd like that."

"Great," Peter said. He touched her beautiful blonde hair, kissed her cheek. "I'll come by around seven."

"Okay."

The two of them smiled at each other for another few moments, then Claire got out of her uncle's car and headed up to her house, feeling like she was walking on a cloud. It was at that moment that she decided that, as long as she had Peter Petrelli in her life, she wasn't going to suck anyone else's cock but his. If it had been possible outside of cartoons and comic books, she would have had little hearts floating around her head. She was in love.

*****

That evening Claire wore her best dating outfit: a white dress with tiny pink flowers printed on it. The dress had a very conservative neckline, a hemline that hovered just an inch above her knees, and appeared to have very little design. Claire had made it herself, from a pattern her mom had used to make Claire dresses when she was a little girl. And, with her luxurious blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and tied with a pink ribbon (and despite her trim womanly figure and her protruding tits), that was very much what Claire looked like: a little girl. The only things missing were a teddy bear and a Powerpuff Girls lunch box. The little girl look never went out of style, and it was wildly popular with guys. Even more popular than her cheerleader uniform. Especially when she chose to leave her bra and underwear at home, which she always did when she was going out with a boy.

Claire checked herself in her full-length mirror to make sure she had her look just right, then sat at her vanity and primped a little here and there. She was just finished dolling herself up when her father appeared in her doorway.

"Going out tonight, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy," Claire replied. She stood up, turned around to face him, and with a sweet smile on her face she held her arms out to her sides and posed. "Do I look okay?"

Noah Bennet looked his daughter over carefully before he said, "You look gorgeous, Claire. But then, you always look gorgeous."

Claire's smile widened and she blushed a little.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said.

"When is your date supposed to get here?"

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

"That's him," Claire said, rushing toward the door. Noah stepped back to let her through and she started to squeeze past him, but then stopped and hugged him. As she did so Noah brought his hands up and placed them squarely over her young firm tits, letting them rest there for a long moment before pulling them away.

"Bye, Daddy!" Claire said.

"Bye, sweetheart," Noah replied. "Have fun, and don't stay out too late." He kissed her forehead, then Claire pecked him on the lips.

"I will and I won't," she said, then giggled.

*****

Claire met Peter at the front door and, upon seeing her in her sexy little girl outfit, Peter's eyes widened and he smiled and said, "Wow. You look totally hot."

"Thanks," Claire said.

"Let's go."

Peter took Claire by the hand and led her out to his car. As soon as they had the doors closed Claire reached for the fly on Peter's pants. Peter laughed and said, "You like to get started right away, don't you?"

"No time like the present," Claire replied.

She got his pants open and his cock out, admired its remarkable length for a moment, stroked it a few times until it was fully hard, then took it right into her mouth. Peter leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, smiling slightly as his niece bobbed her young head up and down in his lap. Claire moaned and hummed as she energetically sucked off her uncle, and when he finally erupted she very willingly swallowed just about every ounce of his come. When she was done she sat up, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, popped a mint into her mouth, and buckled her seat belt.

"Okay, let's go," she said.

"Right on," Peter said. He put an Insane Clown Posse CD into the player, and as they blazed down the road their eardrums were nearly ruptured by ICP's best song, Fuck The World.

They went to a fairly nice restaurant and had dinner, then went to a movie (where Claire took full advantage of the dark to go down on her hunky uncle again). After the movie Peter drove up to a spot on the hill overlooking the town. From there they could see the entire town of Odessa, all of its streets and buildings and houses and pretty lights. They sat snuggled up together, talking for a while, then they started making out.

Peter kissed and fondled Claire feverishly, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and fondling her firm braless tits. Claire, as usual, went right for Peter's cock, taking it out of his pants and stroking it. After a few minutes of making out like this Claire started to change position so that she could more easily suck her uncle off, but Peter had another idea. He stopped her and said, "Hey, Claire, instead of that, why don't we get in the back seat?"

"The back seat?" Claire said. "Why would we want to go back there?" But of course, she knew; this wasn't her first date.

"So we can fuck," Peter told her. When her smile disappeared from her lovely face he said, "Don't get me wrong, I love getting my cock sucked, especially by gorgeous teen girls dressed as fifth graders, and even more especially by you. But, to be honest, Claire, I've wanted to fuck your brains out from the moment I first laid eyes on you."

"That's so sweet, Peter. But I have to be honest too. I'm a virgin, and I want to stay that way until I get married."

Peter, naturally, burst into laughter. But then he saw that Claire was now looking a little hurt and stopped.

"Oh, you're serious," he said. "Well, okay, then. If you're not ready, then you're not ready, and that's all there is to it."

Claire's bright smile returned and she said, "I knew you'd understand, Peter." She touched his cheek. "You are so my hero."

"Yeah, whatever," Peter said. He kissed her on the lips, then leaned back and let Claire give him yet another spectacular blowjob. But even as spectacular as it was, Peter was disappointed, because he knew that uncles weren't allowed to marry their nieces. Not in America, anyway. And he still wanted to fuck her brains out.

*****

Peter didn't know it, but Claire was almost as frustrated as he was. She wasn't made of stone, after all; she had the same urges as he did, and she felt just as powerfully the need to mate with a person of the opposite sex. The desire to get fucked. But it was important to her that she remain pure, at least down there, for her wedding night. For the man she would love for the rest of her life. The man who would love her and take care of her and work his ass off while she stayed at home watching TV and eating bon bons and popping out babies. That was pretty much the essence of being a woman. But she would have to wait for it.

In the meantime, though, Claire knew she would have to offer Peter something more than just blowjobs. He was a man and he needed more than that. As she lay in bed that night, fondling her tits and rubbing her fingers over her pussy, she imagined what it might be like if she let him go up her ass. It would probably hurt like hell, but at least she would be able to let him fuck her and still stay a virgin. Catholic girls did it all the time. Plus, if she let him fuck her in the ass then he would be less tempted to go out and find some girl who didn't care if her pussy was a stretched out sloppy hole on her wedding night.

Before our next date
, she told herself, I'll have to be sure and thoroughly wash my pooper.

Events were not to turn out the way Claire Bennet expected, however, because, as fate would have it, Peter Petrelli was not an ass man.

*****

On the night of their next date Peter pulled up to the curb in front of Claire's house and honked the horn. A moment later Claire appeared in the doorway in her sexy red and white cheerleader uniform. Peter honked again when he saw her and she smiled and waved, then turned and said goodbye to her dad, who gave her a big hug and palmed her tits again. Then she ran out to the car and got in. As Peter started off down the street Claire said, "My dad's such a doofus."

"Really?" Peter said. "Why's that?"

"Because every time he hugs me he touches my boobs."

"He touches your boobs? Right on, Dad."

"He doesn't touch them on purpose," Claire insisted. "He just, like, reaches for my shoulders and misses. Does it every time. I guess he's kind of a hugging klutz or something."

"Yeah, that's it," Peter said knowingly. "The clumsy fucker. Wonder where he gets his dick stuck when he goes to pork your mom?"

"Ew, gross," Claire said. "My parents don't have sex. Not anymore, anyway. Not after they had my stupid little brother. Who is also a hugging klutz, by the way."

"Must run in the family." Peter smiled and shook his head. "You're not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you, Claire?"

"The sharpest...what? What are you talking about?"

"Never mind. What do you say we go to my place after dinner? I've got a room at the Sheraton."

"The Sheraton?" Claire said. "You mean like the hotel?"

"Yeah, almost exactly. It's got a mini-bar."

"I'm there!"

So after they had dinner at a somewhat pricey restaurant downtown where the waiter took one look at Claire, sniffed, then spent the rest of the evening devouring Peter with his eyes, they went to the Sheraton. Peter's room was on the tenth floor, and as they started up in the elevator Claire said, "I've never sucked anybody's cock in an elevator before." But by the third floor she was feeling dizzy and beginning to turn green and said, "Now I know why I've never sucked anybody's cock in an elevator before. I hate elevators."

She was trapped, though, for seven more floors. Finally, they reached the tenth floor and Peter held her arm as Claire staggered, ashen-faced, to his room. He flipped on the light and guided her over to the bed so she could lay down. Claire flopped onto the bed face first, but Peter deftly (and gently) flipped her over onto her back. He lay down next to her and brushed her hair from her face with his fingertips as she swooned.

"You okay, sweetie?" he asked. He kissed her forehead.

"I will be," Claire replied. "Just give me a minute."

"Sure, babe."

But Peter didn't wait a minute, or even another few seconds. He immediately draped one arm over her belly and began kissing her neck. Claire didn't seem to notice; she just lay there with her eyes closed, breathing calmly. Since she wasn't resisting, or talking all that crazy nonsense about wanting to stay a virgin, Peter continued to put the moves on her, nibbling on her earlobe and pulling her cheerleader top up until her tits were exposed.

Claire knew what Peter was doing, of course; this wasn't the first time some overzealous guy had tried to work his way into her special treasure. Fortunately, she knew how to handle things so they wouldn't go out of control and she wouldn't end up violated, disgraced, and making a clandestine visit to the abortion clinic. She would let him have a little fun (maybe a little more fun than she usually let a guy have), then she'd let him know, in no uncertain terms, that she was not going to let him go any further. He would be disappointed, naturally (they all were), but she would make it up to him. In spades. She wasn't the most talented (and prolific) cocksucker in the entire town of Odessa, Texas for nothing.

She relaxed, no longer feeling dizzy or green, and let Peter kiss her neck and lick her collarbone while his hand slid confidently over her left tit, gently squeezing and caressing. She felt her nipples get hard right away and sighed. Soon Peter's lips and tongue were moving around her tits, and his hand had relocated itself further south, on a spot between her belly button and what one of her former boyfriends had angrily called The Forbidden Zone. It wouldn't be forbidden to her uncle, though; at least not to his hand.

Peter took one of her nipples between his lips and gently sucked on it, causing a lightning bolt of pleasure to zip through Claire's fabulous body. At the same time his hand continued to travel downward. He lifted her short cheerleader skirt up to her waist, then his fingers found her thigh and began to caress her. Claire sighed again and opened her legs a little bit. Peter lingered on the silky skin of her legs for a few moments, then his hand suddenly covered her pussy like the Blob glomming onto a diner. His middle finger went right between her pussy lips and started to worm its way up. Claire gasped, smiled, and wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers through his dark dreamy hair.

Peter sucked on his niece's nipples and fingerfucked her gently and lovingly, slowly building up speed and intensity, until finally Claire felt a powerful wave of pleasure spilling through her marvelous trembling body. She cried out as she came, her hot female juices flowing over Peter's artful fingers.

To Peter's ears, the second most wonderful sound in the world was the sound of a girl coming (the first being the equally unpleasant sounds he made when he was coming), and it spurred him on to go for his ultimate goal: he had to fuck this chick.

He quickly climbed on top of her, insinuating himself between Claire's still wide-spread legs.

"No, Peter," Claire said, letting her voice sound sufficiently reluctant so as not to hurt his feelings too much, and yet also firm enough that he would know she meant it. "I can't. I want to, but I can't."

Peter, being a normal red-blooded American man, completely ignored her. He opened his pants and took out his huge throbbing cock and pointed it at his niece's pussy like a gun. Claire reached down and grabbed his wrist, lightly but firmly, and said, "Peter, please. I can't do that. But you know what I can do?" She moved her hand from his wrist to his cock and started to stroke it. "I can play with it like this. Or I can suck it. I'd love to suck your cock again. Or you know what?" She gripped it in her fingers and squeezed a little as she lifted her head from the pillow and whispered into his ear, "I can let you titfuck me and come all over my face. Or fuck me in the ass. You wanna fuck me in the ass, Peter?"

Peter gave up a frustrated growl and said, "Jeez, Claire. I want to be inside you so bad."

"You can be inside me, Peter. Just not in my pussy. You can fuck my ass, okay? Just let me turn over."

"No, I don't like doing that kinda shit." Peter relaxed, got up onto his knees. "Just go ahead and blow me. And I'm sorry I tried to get you to do something you didn't want to do."

Claire, paying no attention to the insincere tone of her uncle's voice, smiled and said, "Oh, I knew you would understand, Peter." Just like all the other hugely disappointed guys who'd tried to defile her most sacred place. "You're so sweet. I promise I'll do a really good job."

She sat up and gripped Peter's long cock in both hands. She caressed it sensuously for a few moments, then dropped her mouth down on it and started to suck. She sucked like a madgirl, bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock, letting the head bang against the back of her throat, while she moved her hands up and down on the shaft. She hummed and moaned, slid her tongue all over it, from top to bottom and all around, licked his balls and held them in her mouth, slapped her tongue with his cock like she's seen a girl do in a dirty movie once. Peter played with her tits and her ponytail, even made a few pleasured noises, but ultimately he seemed bored with what she was doing. Probably the first time in Claire's history that she'd ever gotten that response from a guy. And she was doing her absolute best cocksucking, really pouring it on. What was she doing wrong?

She honestly didn't know, but she was going to find out very soon.

Peter, who'd had his heart set on getting some snatch, finally gave up the charade.

"Claire," he said while his niece was happily rubbing his cock all over her face, "don't get me wrong or anything, you're really good at this. In fact, you're, like, a natural born cocksucker, but even so, this isn't gonna do it for me."

"You mean you wanna fuck me in the ass?" Claire asked.

"Jesus, shut up with that shit already," Peter said. "I'll show you what I want." He suddenly pushed Claire down onto her back, causing her to yelp in surprise, then dropped down on top of her and, with a quick fluid move he'd honed through countless assaults on young girls who otherwise might not have surrendered their virginity, he jammed the end of his cock into Claire's pussy.

"Peter! No!" Claire cried.

But Peter wasn't to be stopped this time. He shoved his cock into her, then shoved it in again, and again...and still he only managed to get less than a quarter of it into her.

"Man, you're tight," he said with a grunt.

He kept pushing at her and Claire kept protesting, struggling under him to get free. Peter, being so much larger and stronger than her, held his hot little niece down easily as he worked to get the rest of his cock into her. He got another eighth of his cock in, then nearly half of it, and Claire started to scream. Peter put his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries (another practiced move) and pushed again. Claire felt a distinct popping sensation inside of her and knew immediately what that meant. She'd lost her special treasure.

All the fight seemed to go out of her then. There didn't seem to be any point left to resisting. She was a ruined woman now, just another cheerleader whose cherry was but a mere memory. Tears welled up in her eyes and she began to weep for her shitty future.

Peter either didn't notice, didn't care, or both. He felt the bursting of her cherry too and knew that the hard part (so to speak) was behind him. He pushed again, harder than ever, and his sustained thrust forced the rest of his enormous cock into Claire's slowly yielding pussy. Once he was in he held her tightly and started to fuck her, luxuriating in the amazing sensation of being inside his niece's perfect young body.

Claire continued to cry, and occasionally let out a small murmur of protest, never really saying anything, just making a sad hurt sound in her throat. Naturally, Peter ignored her. At least, he did at first; but after a few minutes of shoving his cock into her tight pussy again and again, he noticed that Claire's sounds had begun to change, becoming less and less mournful and more...what? It didn't seem logical, but the more he listened to his niece's anguished cries the more he realized they weren't quite as anguished as he thought. Was she starting to get into it?

She was. And Claire was even more surprised by this development than her uncle was. Still, she couldn't deny that the feelings inside of her, which had at first been painful, then simply uncomfortable, had transformed into something else. Something almost pleasant. Something actually kind of nice. And then very nice. It started to feel as good as when she played with herself in the shower or humped her teddy bear in the dark of her bedroom or bought something really expensive at the mall, and then it got even better. She couldn't believe it. She was actually starting to enjoy getting fucked.

The sounds she had made in the beginning, "Oh no," and "Ugh" and "Argh" had been replaced by "Mmm" and "Oh yeah" and "Yay," and finally, "Yes...yes...YES!" Claire wrapped her arms around Peter's neck again and hugged him to her, pressed her face against his chest, curled her slim toned legs around his waist, and held on passionately and moved with him passionately as Peter continued to fuck her passionately. She felt the heat rising in her belly and spilling out through the rest of her body, waves and waves of pleasure causing her to tremble and shudder with the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced in her young life. The tears that were rolling down her face were not tears of grief anymore but of ecstasy.

Ultimately Peter too found his own release, hugging Claire so tight that she had trouble breathing as he groaned, shoved his cock deep into her body, and shot probably the largest load of come he'd ever produced. It poured into his gorgeous blood relative's pussy, into her womb, and finally leaked down the crack of her ass and onto the mattress beneath them.

When the storm of their coupling was over, Peter and Claire both lay in a state of stunned wonder. Neither of them had experienced anything so satisfying in their entire lives. They remained silent for some time, until finally Claire spoke.

"Peter," she breathed, "that was so awesome. I never knew it could be like that. I...think I'm in love with you."

"Huh?" Peter said, snapping back to reality.

"I'm in love with you, Peter, and I'm glad I surrendered my most precious gift to you. It doesn't matter that my reputation is floating in the toilet now, or that we're related, or that our babies will be horrible mutants. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. Getting my brains fucked out by your big beautiful cock."

"Uh...yeah," Peter said as he slowly disengaged himself from his niece. "That sounds like a great plan."

"We don't have to get married," Claire went on. "We could just live together in sin and have mad incest day and night. For the rest of our lives."

"Sure, Claire, sure. Um, listen, I gotta go to the store and get a pack of cigarettes. Why don't you wait here for me, and when I get back we can start on that."

"Okay, darling," Claire said, smiling and fluttering her eyes at her uncle.

Peter got dressed faster than he ever had before, ran to the elevator, then shot from the elevator out to the street where he hailed a cab and went directly to the airport. He caught the first flight back to New York and never set foot in Odessa, Texas again.

As for Claire, she waited for Peter for twelve hours before finally wising up and going home, wrecked and ruined and, as soon as her belly began to swell up, disgraced. She gave birth to a beautiful bouncing baby girl nine months later. The girl looked entirely normal, with only one head, two eyes, two ears, ten fingers and ten toes, and no tails or claws or horns. She was, however, remarkably stupid, and grew up to be a cheerleader (and a voracious cocksucker) just like her mom.