Uncle Bob Ch. 03

Uncle Bob Ch. 03 bybad_hobbit© I've had lots of requests for Chapter 3, and I have 2 excuses for the long delay in publishing it. Firstly, life got in the way. Secondly, my editor, the venerable Copperskink, is such a hard task-master, and made me re-write bits. (Actually, I think it's a lot better now, so thanks a million, Vic). So in this chapter, things start to get a little bit complicated for our horny uncle and his insatiable niece... Enjoy (and that's an order!) ________________________ _______________________ Chapter 3 - Sunday Morning The next morning, I woke up with Stacey still asleep. I went downstairs, fixed us breakfast and took it up to the bedroom on a tray. Stacey opened her eyes dreamily. "Hey, Uncle Bob. Good morning." "Good morning, sweetie. How did you sleep?" "After my butt-hole got back to its normal shape, pretty good thanks. How about you?" I set the tray down by the bedside. "Well, my balls are still aching. I couldn't believe I could come so many times." After our first ass-fucking, she had insisted we repeat the exercise with her on top and a vibrator on her clit. Amazingly, she came twice before I did -- though I'm sure that was only because my balls were pretty dry by then. A quick visit to the bathroom and then she got me to lick her out -- she came again -- and then she sucked me off before we both cleaned up and then fell asleep in each other's arms. Stacey giggled. "Oh Uncle Bob, I think they're gonna ache a lot more. Now you've shown me how good sex is, I keep, like, wanting more and more. But first, this breakfast looks way yummy. Is that fresh orange juice? Hey, awesome!" We ate, and kissed and hugged a little, and she put some boysenberry jam on her nipples which I duly licked off -- and kept licking long after all the jam was gone. I could have gone straight to fucking her, but I thought I'd take it a little slower, so I turned her over and gave her one of Bob's patent back-rubs. Now these back-rubs have, on many occasions, induced feelings of well-being and increasing levels of lust in the ladies who have received them -- shit; let's just say it gets the girls horny. True, one or two have fallen asleep, but that depends on the circumstances and the techniques. Some stroking, fingernail-work and what I think is called 'petrossage', applied to the right parts of the body and mixed with some tongue-work seems to do the job pretty well on most gals. Stacey was no exception. I started on her shoulders, kissing and licking the back of her neck as I ran my palms across her back and my fingernails down the backs of her arms. "Ooh, Uncle Bob! That makes me go all tingly!" she giggled. I teased the insides of her elbows, first with my nails and then with my tongue, blowing gently on the wet skin. Then back up her arms and shoulders, down across her back in light, even strokes, then tracing her spine with my tongue, breathing on the wet skin. I gently stroked her ass-cheeks, dipping my tongue to lick between them and at her perineum. She moaned softly. I continued down her thighs, all the while just enjoying the softness of her skin, the young tightness of her body. I licked and stroked her inner thighs, and every little gasp and moan made my cock harder. I teased the backs of her knees with my mouth while I slid my hands under her legs, stroking her shins, the fronts of her knees and her thighs. I dipped lower, teasing and sucking her toes, making her giggle and squirm with the tickling. Then slowly up again, homing in, leaving wet trails with my tongue along the insides of her thighs. When I finally made contact with her pussy, she was wet. But I pulled back, turned her over, and kept away from that little cleft, instead keeping up the soft sweeps across her concave stomach, her prominent hip-bones, and smooth, slender thighs, all the while slipping in a few long strokes of the tongue on that silky skin. By now, her eyes were closed, and she was cupping and stroking her tiny, sweet titties. I knew that she would be very wet when I finally made contact. And she was. I slowly homed in, tantalizing right at the tops of her thighs and over that sweet mound above her slit, spiraling inwards, teasing the outer lips and tasting the juices already flowing there. I edged ever closer to her darker-pink slit, slowly, slowly teasing, lapping, tracing outlines with my tongue. Finally, I gently probed that delightful pink valley, starting at its rim and pressing only a little deeper with each pass along its length. My slow progress towards the delicious liquid feast that was spread out before me required every ounce of my patience. For Stacey, it was exquisite torment. My palms held her thighs wide apart as she moaned and squealed and wriggled and pushed to make me go deeper in, more quickly. But I held back, tantalizing, teasing every millimeter of the way. When my tongue finally traced the cleft between her neat, rose-pink inner lips, she let out a sweet, intensely erotic cry. She moaned and sighed and squealed and gasped a lot more as I traced every soft contour with my tongue, pecked at the soft flesh gently with my lips, even grazed the sensitive surfaces with my teeth. I rimmed and probed her tight little butt-hole, I lapped at the nectar flowing generously from her hot, fragrant vagina. I traced every little crinkle and curve, lapping, sucking, probing deeply, fucking her with my tongue. But I stayed back, away from the one spot that most craved attention. Until I was ready. When I surprised her with a swift, soft stroke up and under the clitoral hood, her hips bucked so violently that her pubic bone nearly socked me in the mouth. But I held her down with my hands on that silky skin on the insides of her thighs and returned to my feast, lapping, tasting, but always tantalizing. And every few moments, a surprise lick, occasionally a soft suck, on that sweet, sweet rosebud of a clit.. At last, Stacey could take my teasing no longer. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands, forcing her pussy up against my mouth, spreading her thighs wide to maximize the contact between my mouth and her most sensitive areas. And she screamed. I mean, it was a cry like I've never heard a girl make before -- at least not in bed with me. It was beautiful and scary at the same time. Recognizing it as a sign of extreme release, I kept on -- in fact, Stacey's hands in my hair wouldn't let me do anything else. And that first high-pitched burst of sound was followed by more squeals and cries and moans and gasps and noises that just didn't sound human. After nearly a minute of clutching at each other, I finally emerged from between her thighs. She was literally sobbing, reaching for each breath. Her body seemed to be trembling from the intensity of her climax. Her face had that post-orgasmic aura that makes all women in that state look more beautiful -- and she was gorgeous to start with. As for me, my face was covered in her juices. Her orgasm had been so intense that she had gushed all over my chin as I sucked and licked her clitoris. My hair must have looked pretty strange, as she'd sunk her hands into it, trying to force my face harder onto her open pussy. But I was smiling, as I'd just done something pretty special for someone who was pretty special. I slid up the bed, reaching for a tissue to wipe my face before settling down beside her. Her chest was still heaving with the exertion of her orgasm, and she turned to me and opened her eyes dreamily, like someone just coming down from some glorious drug trip. To me, she had never looked more beautiful. I took her in my arms and she lazily snuggled up against me. "Uncle Bob", she said at last, dreamily. "That was -- awesome! Truly, truly awesome! I've never come so hard for so long. That was way, way -- awesome!" Her experience hadn't improved her vocabulary, but what the fuck? She loved what I'd done, and that was cool by me. We stayed like that while she slowly drifted down from her orgasmic peak. Then she reached down and took hold of my cock, still semi hard from the thrill of eating her sweet pussy, and looked up with one of her naughty little smiles. "Hey, Uncle Bob. It's, like, so your turn. Where do you want to put this? I think my butthole is still a little sore from last night, but my cooze is nice and juicy, or I can, like, suck you off again." I was instantly hard. I looked down at the glistening pink skin around her pussy, and knew what I wanted more than anything. She saw where I was looking and her grin widened. "I know what you want!" she said in a sort of sing-song voice like she was in the school yard. She shuffled back onto the bed, placed her hands on the insides of her knees and opened her slim thighs so wide that they were almost flat on the bed. She lifted her head to have a look at her pussy, gaping wide open, wet and pink. She looked up at me and saw I was looking in the same place. "Do you like my pussy, Uncle Bob? Would you -- would you like to -- to fuck it, Uncle Bob?" She said the word with a sort of child-like emphasis as if she knew it was a word she shouldn't use but she wanted to be naughty. Fuck, I wanted to be naughty too. I wanted to stick my dick in that sweet hole and, and... "Stacey, baby, I'd love to." I reached out for a condom from the bedside. "Uncle Bob? Could we, like, do it, like -- without -- the condom? Only -- only..." "Stacey, I can't. If I come inside you I could make you pregnant, and that would ruin everything." "No, Uncle Bob. Couldn't you just, like, pull out before you shoot your load and give it to me like in the porno movies? I so wanna see you shoot your cum all over me. That would be awesome." "Stacey, if I do that, I don't think I'll last long enough inside you to make you come." "That's okay, Uncle Bob. I just came like sooo hard that I don't think I can come again for like - forever. So, like, this is just for you. Is that cool?" So I was faced with quite a choice: get the feel of a delicious hot, wet, silky, tight pussy around my cock, skin to skin, and run the risk that I'd lose control and come inside her, or -- oh fuck it, it wasn't really a choice at all. I scuttled across the bed and shimmied between her legs, placing my arms on either side of her. She still held her knees wide apart, and I was mesmerized by that pink wet slit and that inviting little pink, shiny hole. I hovered my dick just inches above it, wanting to savor the moment a little longer. Stacey looked up at me with a serious expression on her face. "Uncle Bob, I'm like, wide open for you now. Are you gonna stick your dick inside me? I wanna see it go in. I wanna feel it. It feels so awesome when you -- when you fuck me, Uncle Bob. I so wanna feel the skin of your dick opening up my cooze." How the fuck was I gonna last ten seconds with Stacey talking to me like this? The touch of her wet pussy against my cock as I moved lower was so luscious that I knew that this had to be fast and furious. As the head of my cock pressed into the entrance of her tight little cunt, I closed my eyes and conjured up a picture of Dubya at his most inane. My desperate lust eased back a notch. "Raise the pie higher, put food on your families," Dubya said in my head. "Fuck me Uncle Bob -- fuck me hard" Stacey said in my ear. "Don't tease, Uncle Bob. Stick that nice, big cock inside me." My lust ramped back up a further notch and a half. Fuck! This was just impossible! 'Okay, okay' I thought. 'Just go for it!' So I did. I slid my cock into Stacey's slick, wet, juicy, hot, silky, ever-so-tight little teenage cunt as slowly and as gently and as deeply as I could. It was, as Stacey would have said, awesome. She was still almost as tight as the first time I'd fucked her, not thirty-six hours earlier, but her nervousness was gone and she was more relaxed, plus I now had direct contact of skin on wet, silky skin, without the rubber. And she rose up to meet me, pushing her pussy toward me. "Oh, yes, yes!" she was gasping, "fill me, Uncle Bob, fill me up with cock. Fuck me sooo deep!" I opened my eyes -- I hadn't dared look at her so far for fear of shooting my load on entry - and she was in that 'sexual rapture' position, head thrown back, eyes half closed, mouth open. I guessed that most of it was from the excitement of the situation and the fact that she was, well, coming down from coming. I couldn't imagine that one thrust of my cock could do all that. Once again I closed my eyes and called on Dubya. "We're making the right decisions to bring the solution to an end," he gabbled. "A person is just another opinion," he opined. "Our nation must come together to unite," he waffled. And all the while his inane expression was there, behind my eyes, willing me not to lose it, to keep thrusting and -- and keep thrusting. And sweet fucking Jesus it felt glorious. You see, a tight, virgin cunt or asshole is gonna feel great under any circumstances, especially when you're watching and feeling and hearing its oh-so-pretty little owner wriggling and gasping and moaning as you give and receive pleasure. But felt from the inside of a rubber tube, sex is -- well, a bit rubbery. Skin-on-skin is where it's really at, and this was skin on such amazing skin that it was like losing my virginity all over again. Except that time, I lasted for less than one complete thrust, and fortunately I was wearing a rubber, or else I'd be a mother-fucking daddy instead of a niece-fucking uncle by now. "Stacey, baby" I gasped, after barely a minute of some of the most divine fucking I've ever felt, "I dunno how long I can last. Your sweet little c... your tight little pussy is making it... really hard... not to come..." "Oooh, Uncle Bob, it feels so good. I love the feeling of your cock inside my cooze. Oooh it's so big! Oh, fuck me harder...." "Stacey! Please! If you keep... saying things like that.... I'm gonna come really soon..." I bent forward and pressed my mouth to hers, hoping that the kiss would be less of a trigger to my oh-so-near orgasm than her words. My eyes closed again, and there was good ol' Dubya. "You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test." Cool -- I could last another few seconds. "Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?" I was learning -- learning to control my impulses. Maybe another thirty seconds before I blew my load. "One of the great things about books is sometimes there are some fantastic pictures." I had to avoid the fantastic pictures in my head -- the ones of my cute, sexy niece, her skinny, smooth little body spread-eagled under me, massaging my cock deep inside her juicy, wet, little cunt.... OH FUCK! I pulled my hips back and up as rapidly as I could. Just in time, my cock swung into position above her belly-button and unleashed a thick stream of off-white goo all over her titties. As my body felt the overwhelming onrush of a huge orgasm, I hollowed my back and the next spurt arced higher, landing on her sweet face, across her lips and her open mouth. Even as the third and fourth spasms shot forth more sticky cum, she raised herself on her elbows, positioning her face to receive the bursts. My God, my cute niece was playing the porn star -- and the performance merited an Oscar! I think there are few sights more sexy than a pretty face covered with cum. That's why almost every porn shoot has to end with a facial, and why there are so many websites dedicated to that particular image. Only, it's even better when the face is heartbreakingly sweet and pretty, and it's smiling up at you, and it's your cum that's all over it. "Oh Uncle Bob, that was, like, awesome! You were shooting cum all over me for like, ages, and it's all thick and gooey and like..." she licked her lips "real yummy too! Hey, how do I look? Is it, like, way porno?" "Stacey, you look beautiful and very, very sexy!" "Yeah, but like, is it way sexy in a slutty sort of way?" Fuck. "Stacey, like I said yesterday, when you want to be, you're my slut princess. Is that what you want?" "Oh yeah, that's so cool! Hey..." She sat up and turned so she could see her reflection more clearly in the mirror we'd arranged at the bedside last night. "Way to go, Uncle Bob! I look way porno with cum all over my face and my boobies and leaking out of my mouth and stuff! Hey, next time, can we, like, do it with the video on?" I was amazed at the transformation in my sweet, previously innocent little darling. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I lay down on her skinny little body and hugged her hard, kissing her hungrily. I got my cum smeared all over my face and body, and some in my mouth, but hey, it's good to share. "Uncle Bob -- I love you so much. You're so sweet." She said, smiling up at me when at last I broke the kiss. Hmmm -- sweet? A guy who fucks his niece -- including up the ass -- and covers her delicate, silky skin in thick blobs of cum doesn't sound sweet to me. But hey, I wasn't about to argue with my slut-princess. Everything seemed pretty good -- amazing, in fact. I'd had a weekend of some of the best sex ever with someone I loved deeply -- even though not previously in that way. We still had a lot of the day ahead of us, and a secret relationship which, if we could keep it a secret, could give us both a lot of pleasure in the future. I gave her another kiss, then I got up to go to the bathroom to clean up. I looked out of the window, and the world looked really good. There was not a cloud in the sky. The sun was shining, the birds were singing -- even the flowers in my front yard were looking pretty -- thanks to Stacey watering them after I'd forgotten. And there was a black Porsche 911 with the top down, cruising up the street towards my house. With Dolores at the wheel. Stacey's mom. There are certain moments in your life when you think, "Oh fuck -- I'm dead." This was definitely one of them. In fewer than two minutes, Dolores would be ringing my door bell. What would she find? Let's see... Firstly, there's her eighteen-year-old daughter in my bed, naked and covered with cum. My cum. Then there's my bedroom, littered with discarded clothes, used condoms, a butt-plug, a tube of lube -- y'know, stuff... Oh, and a breakfast tray for two people. Then there's Stacey's room. Bed un-slept-in, and on the bed a bunch of very unsuitable, very slutty-looking clothes and a bag full of goodies from the sex store. Downstairs, in the kitchen, last night's dinner things, including an empty wine bottle and a wineglass with slutty-red lipstick marks to show I'd been giving Stacey alcohol, and that she had been inappropriately made-up at the time. And in the lounge, a hard-core DVD by the TV and a video camera still hooked up, ready to re-show the epic porno of me fucking Dolores' daughter up the ass. Twice. So I had fewer than two minutes to save my sorry ass. And Stacey's. Fuck! So, where could I take Dolores when I opened the door for her? Certainly not upstairs. The kitchen was the least bad place, but she could see straight through to the lounge and would spot the camera and DVD box with her lawyer's eagle eyes. And even if we avoided that, there would be the conversation. "Hi, Robert" she would say. She always called me by my full name. "What have you been doing all morning?" It was nearly eleven. "Oh, you know, not a lot. Just eating your daughter's pussy, fucking her bareback and spraying her with cum. You know -- the usual." Hmmm. I'm not really the best guy in a crisis, but for a moment time seemed to stand still, and my mind free-wheeled. Where to take her? Nowhere in the house was suitable. Hey, the pool-deck! If I could get her outside, that would stop her seeing the evidence. And I could pretend we'd been at the pool all morning. In a flash I turned to Stacey, still lying in her dreamy, cum-covered condition. My dick gave an involuntary twitch at the sheer raunchiness of the sight. "Stacey, sweetie. Don't panic, but your mom's here." "Mom! Oh my God!" she shrieked, jumping up. "Stacey. Listen carefully. What you have to do is get everything that shows what we've been doing and throw it all in the laundry chest. Then go to your room, throw all of your new purchases in the closet and get in the shower. Come down to the pool in a bikini and carrying a towel and a magazine. Your mom needs to think we've been in the pool all morning. OK?" Stacey looked terrified, but she nodded. "Now do it quick. I have to get downstairs sorted and get your mom out to the pool." I grabbed a pair of swim shorts and pulled them on, threw a towel around my neck and picked up the breakfast tray. I went downstairs at a run, put the tray down briefly and shoved the video camera and the DVD box behind the TV. Then out to the pool deck, breakfast tray on a table, towel on a chair. Back into the kitchen, wine bottle in the trash, glasses in the dishwasher (wiping the lipstick with my thumb first). The doorbell rang as I sprinted to the deck and jumped into the pool. I splashed and rubbed to get rid of the cum on my skin; a bit yukky washing it off in the pool, but hey, it's all organic. Then I jumped back out of the pool, quickly toweled off the worst of the water and ran to the front door as the bell rang for the third time. "Hi, Dolores! What a pleasant surprise! Have you been waiting long? I was in the pool." "Hi, Robert. You're dripping on the floor." "Oh -- oh yeah. Look, come through to the pool deck with me and then I'll fix you a drink." I led the way back to the deck, hoping that Dolores would follow me without getting side-tracked. "Oh, sorry -- I still haven't cleared the breakfast things." I picked up the tray and motioned for Dolores to sit down at the table. "Would you like a drink? Coffee, iced tea, a soda, beer, wine, chilled champagne, a margarita?" I smiled. Dolores gave me a quizzical -- possibly suspicions -- look "An iced tea would be good, please." I headed back into the kitchen, put down the tray, quickly checked that I had cleared away anything incriminating, then put the rest in the dishwasher, poured three iced teas and headed back to the deck. Dolores took the glass. "Where's Stacey?" "Oh, she was worried about the chlorine in her hair. She went up to have a shower. She'll be down soon. How are you doing?" "Fine, thanks." "How are you getting on with Alvin?" This was Dolores' new guy, a wealthy broker with an up-scale house on the beach and a red Ferrari in the garage. These seemed to be excellent qualifications for a new partner for Dolores, who was a grade-A money-fixated bitch. "Didn't Stacey tell you? Alvin and I split up two weeks ago. He was becoming too demanding." This probably meant he expected Dolores to provide some compensation of a physical nature for the money flowing in her direction. Now, Dolores was very attractive for a woman of around forty. Her tits had clearly had work, and judging by her hips and ass in her designer jeans, some lipo had also been involved. I detected a hint of Botox in her smile, but I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed. (In fact, an image of a mother-daughter session suddenly came unbidden into my head, and I nearly choked on my iced tea.) But I always felt that Dolores had her standards as far as sex was concerned, and that probably meant she only did what she wanted, regardless of how much money was lavished on her. I'd never met Alvin, but when Stacey had shown me a picture of her with her mom and the guy, she had done so with an 'euch' sort of expression on her face. Alvin was around fifty, balding and with a definite beer-belly. I couldn't see Dolores happily wrapping her well-toned thighs around that guy for less than ten thousand dollars a fuck. I was just about to make some more idle chat when Stacey appeared. Her bikini, white and very 'virginal'-looking, was quite conservative, but I still started to get wood just looking at her. "Hi, Mommy! Great to see you!" She hugged and kissed her mom, picked up the third glass of iced tea and flopped down at the table. "Why have you come all the way out here to see me and Uncle Bob? I'll be home again this evening?" "Stacey, Robert -- I came because I heard some rather disturbing reports from a friend of mine who was at the mall yesterday, and I wanted to talk to you face to face." Dolores glanced at each of us, as if expecting some sort of guilt in our faces. Fucking lawyers! Then she carried on. "My friend recognized Stacey, who was -- and I quote -- 'dressed like a cheap hooker', and apparently with some 'skuzzy guy', as my friend said. What was worse, she says she saw them both go into a sex store. So I thought I'd better come straight down here and talk to you directly." Again, the look. Was I blushing? Was Stacey? Shit, this sounded like serious trouble. "Stacey -- what are you doing, going into sex stores, dressed like a slut? And Robert, what do you think you are doing allowing my daughter to go out dressed like that, on her own, around a mall, so she can meet assholes and go into sex stores?" She stopped, fixed me with those pitiless, lawyer's eyes, then picked up her iced tea and waited for me to respond. What should I say? Should I be grateful that she didn't recognize me as the 'skuzzy asshole' who was accompanying her daughter around the mall and into the sex store? If I told her I was there, I'd only be incriminating myself. But clearly we'd been seen, so this was gonna be a toughie. I felt like saying "I don't know what the fuck she does when she goes out. You expect her to stick around here all day? She comes over here to get outta your hair; she's eighteen and I shouldn't need to babysit her all weekend." "Look, Dolores," I began. "You've gotta remember. Stacey's eighteen. She can.." Then Stacey suddenly interrupted. "Mom, it all happened when Uncle Bob went to the john. Y'see, he'd taken me to the mall and he was looking after me real good, buying me sodas and being sooo patient when I was in the clothes stores and stuff. And really, I was only dressed in the same clothes I wear to go to school in -- not slutty or anything! But then Uncle Bob went to the john when I was looking in a shop window, and this skuzzy guy came and stood near me, so I moved away but he followed me. So I went outside -- I wanted to, like, get back to the car, but then I thought 'Uncle Bob has the keys!' And the guy was right behind me, so I went into the nearest shop I could find. Yeah, it was embarrassing. It was a sex store. And it was full of all this really gross stuff. And then the guy followed me inside, so I got my phone out and I called to Uncle Bob, and he showed up and rescued me. You're not mad at me, are you?" She gave her mom a really 'embarrassed and upset' look that could have won another Oscar. I was amazed. My respect for Stacey's skills was growing by the minute. She'd shown that she was a first-class little cocksucker, a grade-A ass-slut and cum dumpster, and now an accomplished little actress. I thought I was good at embellishing the truth; but hey, I'd met my match here. Would Dolores swallow the story? If it had been me in the witness box, I'm sure I would have suffered a much harsher interrogation. Knowing my previous relationship with Dolores, it may have involved waterboarding. But this was her dear little Stacey providing the evidence. I just smiled and nodded, as if confirming Stacey's story, and for once kept my big, stupid mouth shut. "No, sweetie, I'm not mad at you. I'm just happy you're safe, that's all." Dolores showed a surprising -- and previously unexpected -- level of motherly concern, getting up and hugging her daughter. Over Dolores' shoulder, Stacey winked at me mischievously. Then Dolores turned to me. "And Robert, what did you think you were doing, leaving her alone like that?" "Dolores -- I went to the john! Would you rather I'd pissed up against a shop window?" "Don't be crude, Robert. I've had my doubts about you for some time, and I think it's unhealthy, you spending so much time with my daughter." Recent developments showed she had a point, but this was pretty hypocritical coming from her. Before I could get a word out, she turned to Stacey. "Stacey, get your things. I think we should go home now. In fact, I think I'll come and help you." Fuck! And things had been going so well. Stacey cried "Mom! That's so unfair!" I turned to Stacey. "Sweetie, why don't you go upstairs and tidy your room and pack up a few things? I'd like to speak to your mom in private for a moment." Stacey gave me a wounded look, but I shot her back a glance that said 'I'll handle this,' and she sulkily flounced off upstairs, aiming a "You're so mean!" at her mom as she left. "OK, so, what do you have to say, Robert?" Dolores said smugly after Stacey had gone. "Are you going to offer me an apology?" "No, Dolores. I rather hoped you'd have one for me." "What? What are you talking about?" "Well, let's see. For most of the last twelve years, even some before that, I've provided you with a very dedicated and largely free babysitting service for your daughter. In that time, it seems to me that I've seen a lot more of your girl growing up than either you or my idiot brother did, if you take off the times she was asleep or at school or in her room doing homework." "Oh yes? So, are you about to present me with a bill?" Dolores' tone was sarcastic, her eyebrows raised in derision. "On the contrary. I'd even be prepared to pay you for the privilege of having that young lady as my very dear friend. Dolores, it probably didn't occur to you, but I stopped babysitting her several years ago. She comes here because we're best friends, and she likes to hang out with me. I listen to her, I take her seriously, and I don't preach. She's not a kid anymore, Dolores, in case you hadn't noticed, she's a young woman. She drives her own car. In three months' time she'll be going to college for God's sake. She can make her own choices in life." "Not while I pay her bills. She does what I say!" Dolores was beginning to look angry. "Yeah, I believe you could try to make her. But you're already losing her, and if you take that attitude with her, you'll turn her away for sure. She still loves you -- for now. But if you try to control her, she'll run away from you, or at best she'll only stay under duress, and you'll keep her but lose her love. And that's a very precious thing, Dolores. It's not something I'd be willing to pass up for anything. She's a very special young lady." Dolores looked shocked. "Who are you to lecture me about my daughter?" "Well, I'm just the guy who is always there for her." "What? You really flatter yourself, don't you?" "Do I? Where were you during the divorce? The poor kid took shelter at my place for three months while you and fuck-face ripped into each other and ignored your daughter. Where were you all those times I took her to the park, or the beach, or the movies, when you were too busy? And for fuck's sake, where were you on her sixth birthday?" This was a very sharp barb that I knew I could throw at Dolores. When Stacey was six, she was obsessed with Disney princesses, and her dearest wish in the world was to go to Disney World. But Mom and Dad had an invitation to go schmooze with a millionaire on his yacht in the Caribbean on the weekend of Stacey's birthday. So what came first -- their daughter, or their brown-nosing? I think you can guess. The solution was that a twenty-one year old Uncle Bob took Stacey, in her pink princess outfit, to Disney for the first time in her life. I loved the kid, and it was a real thrill for me to see the expression on her face when she saw Princess Jasmine at the Princesses' breakfast on her sixth birthday. Stacey was so excited she was bouncing off the ground. She ran straight up to Princess Jasmine and gave her a big hug. (I felt like doing the same thing -- hey, the chick playing Jasmine was hot! I asked her what she was doing after work, but she gave me a look that said "you're the fifteenth asshole to ask me that today, and breakfast isn't even over!", so I knew I was wasting my time.) Later that day, two big security guys had pulled me to one side and asked me, politely but firmly, what I, a young, single man, was doing there with a six-year old girl. I started trying to explain, and got as far as 'This is my niece, Stacey, and it's her birthday today', when Stacey hugged my legs and told them in a very serious voice "And this is my Uncle Bob, and he's the bestest uncle in the whole world! He took me to see Princess Jasmine!" I could have cried like a girlie. So I had a seriously big lever over my idiot brother and sister-in-law. How could they possibly miss their own daughter's first visit to Disney? "Are you never going to stop harping on about that?" Dolores asked, but I knew I had the advantage. "I don't harp on about it. I hardly ever mention it." That was true, so obviously Dolores still felt guilty about it, and it hurt her. "It just seems to me that you still treat Stacey as a fashion accessory or a pet you can pick up or put down when it suits you, and you don't realize how much it's hurt her over the years. I know she's a very special person; she's probably my best friend -- and I'm definitely hers. We love each other dearly, and have done for at least the last twelve years. You think you're being clever in trying to split us up by sending her to what you call 'home' on the excuse that she had an incident with some weirdo at the mall. In fact, Dolores, you are most definitely not being clever at all. All you'll do is alienate her, and stir up all the hurt you've caused her by ignoring her when she needed you most." Dolores seems genuinely taken aback. "So do you think her father does a better job? Don't tell me you're trying to make a case for Michael here?" "Dolores, are you listening to what I'm saying? I'm not taking your side, but I'm certainly not taking your idiot ex-husband's. He may be my brother, but I'll never forgive him for how much he's hurt Stacey over the last few years. She idolized him, and he let her down badly. Hers is the only side I'll ever defend. So give the girl a break. Treat her with respect and the sort of love she needs, and she'll pay you back a thousand times over. She has the ability to make people feel happy just by being herself. I know she's made me very happy over the years." Especially over this weekend, I thought, but didn't dare say. "I think one of the main reasons Cheryl stayed with me as long as she did was because every time Stacey came to visit -- which was a lot -- she just seemed to bring sunshine with her. She was like a bubbly little kid sister to us both. If you try to do anything to drive a wedge between uStacey and me, you'll be the one to suffer." Dolores seemed about to say something, but I sensed I had the advantage and pressed on. "How much do you know about your daughter, Dolores?" Careful, Bob, this could be tricky. "Have you noticed that she's turned into a beautiful young woman? What do you know about her boyfriends?" "Boyfriends? She doesn't have any boyfriends?" "OK, so she hasn't mentioned Ricky yet?" Dolores looked startled, but I didn't give her a chance to interrupt. "Do you even know the names of her best girlfriends? Or where she likes to hang out? Her favorite flavor of ice cream, her favorite movies, what she likes to watch on TV? She talks to me about all these things or we share them together. Does she share them with you, her mom? Perhaps you need to stop telling her stuff and try to listen a bit more, Dolores." Well, I'd said my piece. I looked carefully at Dolores' expression. Was she going to be angry, or defensive, or defiant? To my surprise, it turned out it was none of those things. "Robert, I think I've underestimated you, and I'm genuinely sorry. All those times you did the babysitting and took Stacey away for treats, I just thought you were helping your brother out. It seems you're more of a father to her than her real father was -- or still is. And it seems you really are looking out for her." Now, that was a bit awkward. In general, I agreed with that sentiment, but it made my current behavior with Stacey all the more reprehensible. I decided to change tack. "Thank you, Dolores. I really appreciate that. Stacey's going through a critical stage in her life. She's transitioning into an adult, and she wants to show her independence, but at the same time she wants to be reassured that she's still okay. I know you love her and you have her best interests at heart, so let's work together on this. Leave her here for the rest of today, then when she comes home, give her a little space. Talk to her, but listen more and don't pry too much. You can't keep a pretty bird like Stacey in a cage, even a golden one. Let her fly. If she loves you -- and I think she does -- she'll come back to you of her own accord." Dolores seemed genuinely moved by what I'd said. I was secretly delighted, but I didn't want to appear too triumphal about it, so I decided to be friendly and charming. (I don't often pull this trick off, but I gave it my best shot). I asked her "Are you sure you wouldn't like something stronger than that iced tea? And it's getting around to lunch time. Would you like something to eat? I can do a mean chicken Caesar salad. Real anchovies, home made dressing, none of that bottled shit." She smiled. Actually, when she did that, she looked human, even sweet -- little echoes of her daughter, perhaps. "Robert, that's very kind of you. I'd love to, thank you very much. And a glass of white wine, if you have some, would be very welcome, thanks." I had hoped to keep Stacey to myself for the rest of the day, but hey, I had to be polite and try to build some bridges with her mom, especially now that I'd delivered so many home truths. "Great, Dolores. I'll call Stacey down and tell her she's staying 'til tonight. She can to help me fix some lunch." Stacey had changed into a t-shirt and shorts, expecting to have to follow her mom home, but now, delighted at being able to prolong her weekend with me, she hugged her mom hard and was back to her irrepressible self. I sent her into the kitchen to get a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and bring back two glasses. "Hey, can I have some too?" she asked, brightly. "Certainly not. You'll have to wait until you're twenty-one," her mom said. Stacey's face fell. "Oh, lighten up a little, Dolores. Let the girl have one small glass. I'm sure you started developing a taste for wine before you were of age." Dolores relented, surprisingly quickly I thought, and Stacey came back with a tray; a bottle of Sauvignon, three glasses, some corn chips and guacamole. I took a sip of my wine, then left mom and daughter to chat while I went to cook the chicken and fix the salads. I was afraid that lunch would be a tense affair, but I was pleasantly surprised that Dolores was friendly, smiling, even laughing at times. The whole atmosphere was warm, like a nice happy family. And if I hadn't known better, I would have thought that Dolores was flirting with me. Normally I would have been flattered and receptive. With Stacey there, I felt that would've been in poor taste. As she was leaving, around two pm, Dolores did a strange thing. She kissed me. And not just a formal peck on the cheek -- this was on the lips, and accompanied by an affectionate squeeze. Our relationship had always been cool, but it seemed that my obvious concern for her daughter had changed Dolores' view of me. If only she knew -- and thank God she didn't! After her mom had left and we'd cleared away the lunch things, Stacey went into the lounge, and a minute later skipped out to the pool deck, carrying the video camera that she'd retrieved from behind the TV. She pulled off the t-shirt and shorts that she'd been wearing. Watching her remove them was a thrill in itself, and she looked cute in the white bikini she still wore underneath. She handed me the camera. "Wanna take some video of me, Uncle Bob?" she asked coyly. I guessed that she had something in mind. I switched it on and followed her around the deck as she pranced and danced. Then she jumped in the pool and I followed her with the camera as she splashed around. When she climbed out and stood there with her hands on her hips, I saw what the little show was all about. The soft, white fabric of the bikini had gone transparent in the water. It clung to her hard, skinny little body, outlining her sweet little breasts, her nipples poking out stiffly through the thin fabric, and sticking enticingly, almost obscenely, to the curves of her pussy. "Do you see anything you like, Uncle Bob?" she asked, smiling sweetly. "How about 'everything'?" I said, scanning her body with the camera, zooming in on the wet little cleft. "I saw the bikini in the sex store. It's paper. First it goes, like, transparent, and then it sort of dissolves. Seems pretty cool to me. So what shall we do, Uncle Bob, now that my bikini's, like, disappearing?" I set the camera down on the table behind me, again turning the display around so I could be sure we were in shot. I flipped off my shorts. "Ooh, nice dick, Uncle Bob. Looks like you really do like what you see!" I padded over to her, kissed her and then moved behind her, slipping my arms around her, checking in the camera display and moving us a little to get the best framing. Her skin felt cool to the touch, her nipple hard and long against my palm. She moaned as I nuzzled her neck, and began stroking her skin, slid my hands up and down until one hand covered her pussy and the other held a firm little titty. She pressed back against me, and my cock rubbed up and down her smooth skin, and against the scratchy fabric of her bikini. Meanwhile, my fingers ripped through the wet paper covering her pussy lips, and she let out a long sigh as I finally probed her slit. After a few moments, I had to take my hand from her titty to rip away what was left of those wet paper panties, as the friction on my cock was becoming unpleasant. Instead, by taking a wide stance, I could position my cock to slide in the crack of her pert little ass. That felt seriously good, after all of the stress with Dolores. She turned her head and we kissed, a long, slow, lingering embrace of soft lips and lazy tongues. "Mmm, and what warm lips you have," she sighed as we parted. "All the better to kiss your sweet mouth and your delightful, smooth skin." I licked and nibbled at her neck, and she let out another moan. "Oooh, Uncle Bob. That feels nice. And what clever fingers you have." "All the better to stroke your sweet pussy, my dear." I probed and stroked in that silky, smooth slit. She was deliciously wet, and that wasn't pool water I could feel. "And my, what a big cock you have, Uncle Bob." She'd deliberately set it up for me. "All the better to fuck you with, my dear." "Oh please, yes, Uncle Bob. You can feel how wet I am -- inside and out. Why don't you just slide it into me from behind right now?" Well, I mean -- it wouldn't be right to refuse the gal, would it now? So I just lined up and slid forward. And up. And in. Jeez! Did I already say how hot and tight and wet Stacey's pussy is? Fucking the girl bareback is just something else. My earlier experience in that hole told me to take it slow and use a lot of clit stimulation so that Stacey could come before me. Her g-spot isn't all that sensitive, but she loves the feeling of cock inside her and the way that makes her feel very naughty. So while I tried to stimulate her with my cock, my main aim was to get her off with my fingers before I had to pull out. She didn't make it easy for me. Oh, the clit play was fine -- she was opening her legs and letting me stroke all around her pussy, and fuck, she was wet! The problem was that she kept wiggling her sweet little ass, grinding my cock deeper inside her tight little cunt, and moaning things like "Oooh it's so big, Uncle Bob!" and "Deeper! Harder!" Control is tricky with a new pussy at the best of times. With Stacey it was a nightmare. I clung on, with Dubya as my friend again, as I frantically strummed Stacey's clit and tweaked her nipple, thrusting and twisting and doing everything I could to get her to come. Finally I heard her squeals getting louder, so I took my hand from her titty and clapped it over her mouth, just in time to stifle her shrieks as the spasms ran through her and her pussy began to rhythmically crush my over-stressed dick. I couldn't last much longer inside her. I held still, buried to the hilt, praying that I could get out in time when the moment came. And the moment came pretty soon -- and I came. I let out a yelp, pulled back really quickly and she almost fell over. To my immense relief, the first big spurt of cum splashed over her back, but the little slut spun round and dropped to her knees, taking the next blast on her face before grabbing my dick and shoving it in her mouth. Did I say how good it is to come inside a girl's mouth? I love those fucking money shots -- they look so horny - but when it's my dick, give me a hot slut sucking down my cream any day. Stacey, sweet angel one minute and horny slut-princess the next, was doing it by the book -- my book. I had to clamp my jaws shut to stop roaring the place down. "Hey, you came like, way, way heavy, Uncle Bob" Stacey said eventually, smiling, cum dribbling from her lip after my dick had finally stopped throbbing and had slithered from her wet embrace. "I think you came pretty good too, Stacey. It certainly felt like it. You nearly crushed my dick there!" "Hey, cool. I bet you like that, really." "Stacey, I absolutely adore it, like I enjoy everything about f... about making love with you, baby." She stood up and hugged me close, resting her head on my chest. "Uncle Bob, this has been the most awesome weekend I've ever had. Like, you always make things pretty awesome, but this is like, the best." We held each other tight and kissed for a while, then I suggested we go upstairs and get showered. We washed each other's bodies down, and I started getting wood again, despite the fact that my balls were really beginning to complain. Stacey was all for fucking again in the shower, but I begged a break while my balls recovered. So we slipped into bed, and I held her close in a soft, romantic, loving way. She nestled down, lying mostly on top of me with her head on my chest, in the way she used to fall asleep sometimes when she was small. I just felt such a surge of love for her, and I wrapped her up in my arms. After a few minutes she asked, "D'you remember the time -- oh, ages ago -- when I was little and there was, like, this big thunderstorm, and I came into your room like sooo scared? And you, like, held me close all night just like this, and you told me it was nothing to be scared of, and I felt so safe and I fell asleep on top of you?" I smiled. "Of course I remember it, sweetie." "You see, Uncle Bob, that's a bit like this weekend's been. Like, boys are always hitting on me at school, and it's cool that I'm so popular, but they, like, want me to do stuff I don't really wanna do -- at least, not with them. And I was, like, sooo confused and a bit scared, like this storm is going on all around me, with all these guys wanting my body. So then I came to your place this weekend, 'cuz, you see, you're the guy who's always made everything good again, even when things were really, like, shitty. And you, like, took me over the rocks and brought me down safe. You showed me how much fun all this sex stuff can be, and you kept me safe and happy even when we were doing these, like, scary things. And I wanted to do the scary things with you, 'cuz with you I knew I didn't need to be afraid. It was awesome - like running out into the thunderstorm knowing that lightning couldn't hit me 'cuz you were there. Does that sound weird, Uncle Bob? -- 'cuz that's how it feels to me." The lump in my throat was so big, I could barely speak. I felt like I'd done so many unforgivable things with my niece in the past two days that lightning should strike my sorry ass and then hit me again just to be sure. But here was Stacey telling me how much I'd made her feel safe while I was fucking her pretty ass and squirting cum down her throat. The world was definitely upside-down, but for now I was happy to hang on and enjoy the ride. "Stacey, baby, you don't know how good that makes me feel. I always -- only -- want things to be good for you. There have been times when I've felt such an asshole for taking advantage of your sweet nature and doing things to you that no uncle should ever do to his niece. But at the same time I've loved every minute, and more than anything I've loved the fact that you seemed to be enjoying it too. I'm so happy you feel that way." She turned to look up at me. "You know I love you, Uncle Bob? And I think I love you more than mommy and daddy and Ricky and everyone else combined. Is that scary, or what?" "Stacey, it's scary and it's beautiful. And I love you back at least that much, maybe more." I kissed her very softly, then smiled at her. But she looked sad. "Uncle Bob. You know -- I'd really like to marry you, but I don't think that can happen, can it? I mean. Mom and Dad would be so pissed." "Stacey, baby, it's not your mom and dad we need to think about. Unfortunately, the law says that I can't marry you. In fact, the law says I can probably be thrown in jail for what I've done to you this weekend." "But Uncle Bob, I asked you to do all those things, and like, they were beautiful and I came and came and came! That's so unfair!" "Sure baby, but it's not whether you liked it or wanted it that counts. The law says that we've committed a crime called 'incest', and if anyone finds out, I'll be in the slammer. They won't hurt you; they'll think of you as the victim. But if anyone finds out, Stacey, you'll be seeing your old Uncle Bob through a glass screen for a few years." Stacey looked truly alarmed, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Oh Uncle Bob, I never meant to hurt you. I'll never tell a soul -- never!" I hugged her close. "Stacey, sweetie, I don't think you could hurt me if you tried. This has been the best weekend of my life -- and you and me have had some great times together, eh?" She smiled at me. "So just you make sure that this stays our little secret, and we'll stay safe. And maybe we can do it some more?" "Oh yes, Uncle Bob! I want to do it, like, over and over and over. You make it feel so good, and there's loads of stuff -- really naughty stuff -- I wanna try with you. Can I come visit with you next weekend? That would be so cool, and maybe we can, like, try some more things?" Just the thought of another weekend like this made my cock swell -- and my balls ache. "So what sort of things do you have in mind, you naughty girl?" "Weeelll...." A look of wicked excitement crossed her face. "There's all that tying up and dressing up and doing it in the shower and outdoors and with toys and -- and like everything!" My boner had by now made its presence felt between our bodies, and I could sense Stacey's rising excitement. "It sounds like you have quite a lot in store for me." "Oh yeah, Uncle Bob. It's gonna be awesome. And -- and could we, like, fuck just one more time before I have to go home? Pleeeease?"