Incest phone sex runs in the family. I come from a long line of killers. At barbecues growing up, my uncle would take out his pistol and talk about the heist he would do. I would sit intently with my legs swinging back and forth listening while my making poop in my diapers. Or at least that’s how he explains it. He took me to my first shooting range soon after that. I don’t remember much. But the sound of that pistol going off was enough to hook me.

My uncle took me on his first kill. We were like two hunters in the woods. The camouflage on my face was war paint. My uncle is hiding behind some leaves, but I could tell he was jerking his dick. I may have been too small to hold the bow and arrow but being there with him was enough. His facial shot to my face when he punctured the heart of the whore he followed was spellbinding.

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Every time he had to go out after that I would beg my Dad to tag along. He’s the one that showed me how to go undetected on home invasions and to rip the fuck out of cunny. Both dead and alive. So it’s no surprise that we are here together meeting our handler for the next assignment. When we open the envelope we both smile. It’s the most challenging target yet.

But my uncle taught me everything I know about using my slutty ass in foreplay before death. We have at least 20 marks to take out this time so we can start a gangbang together. By the time we meet in the middle the whole room will be taken out. It’s great working with my uncle on these ventures and fucking his dick in between. That’s what you call my kind of incest phone sex bonding.