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?"

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Uncle Bob Ch. 02 bybad_hobbit©

Uncle Bob Ch. 02 bybad_hobbit© Thanks to everyone who wrote such nice things about Chapter 1 and demanded Chapter 2, and again to copperskink for the excellent editing. I hope you enjoy it as much as Chapter 1, and it whets the appetite for Chapter 3... _________________________ To boldly go... I can't think of a better way for a guy to wake up than with his dick fully surrounded by a girl's hot, wet mouth. I suppose that it might be just possible, if you had a boner in your sleep, to wake up with it inside a girl's hot, wet pussy, but I always think that my dick is even more sensitive when it's still soft, and the sensations of hardening in a girl's mouth are hard to beat - and easy to beat off on when you remember them! So there I was, waking slowly to a world where Stacey was not only now my lover as well as my niece, but one where she was already sucking me hard after the first night of our 'new relationship'. In a few short hours, our love had moved from familial to deeply carnal, to get all Latin, and I was hanging on for the exquisite ride. I looked down to see her cute, mischievous face looking up at me from dick level. All I could think of to say was "Good morning, Stacey." I watched as my thickening cock slowly emerged from her sweet mouth. "Good morning, Uncle Bob," she said, smiling sweetly. "How d'you like your wake-up call?" "It sure beats the hell out of an alarm clock." "Like some more?" "Sure, but I'd like some liquid breakfast to go with it. Do you have any for me?" "Coming right up, Uncle Bob," she said, shimmying around, and moments later I was enjoying a big slice of pussy pie while she hardened me up nicely in her throat. Now I dunno about you, but 69 can be great or it can suck -- if you'll excuse the intentional pun. I mean, on the one hand, you don't get to focus fully on your pleasure or hers, her tongue is the wrong side of your cock to really do the business and it's almost impossible to rim her. But on the other hand, it's a great way to get both of you simmering along nicely. You get a lot of lovely sensations, and a fabulous view. I've had -- and given - really good orgasms in 69, but to me it's like a great plate of smoked salmon; sometimes a meal in itself, but usually best as an appetizer for the main course. It seems like Stacey felt the same, because after she'd given me the benefit of her precocious young throat for a minute or two, she slipped off me, spun around and straddled me. God, she's so pretty! I was looking up at a sweet, sexy, raunchy little angel, with her legs spread across me, holding my dick in one hand and fitting a condom with the other before pointing the rubber-clad invader straight at her holiest of holes. "I hope I can do this properly, Uncle Bob. Will you help me, please?" Does the Pope shit in the woods? (I may have mixed my metaphors there somewhere). I held her bony little hips and guided her as she slowly sank down on my cock. Her face was a mask of concentration and perhaps a little discomfort, but after maybe a minute of a so-so-slow descent, she was resting on my hips, and her smile returned. "Gotcha, Uncle Bob! Now I got all of you!" It was almost like we were playing hide and seek. She'd just hidden my cock in.... oooh! The up-stroke was even better than the descent; tight and sucking like drawing liquid up into a syringe. So tight, so hot, and all the while I was looking at every schoolboy's (and dirty old man's) wet dream, looking down at me with a sweet innocent face and a delicate little body. I think I deserve a prize for not shooting my load then and there. One hand moved to one of her firm little titties, the other to her clit, and soon we were riding together, with her rising and falling, moaning and mewing, and me just doing the best I could to please my darling and not come too soon. By a Herculean effort, I managed to delay my orgasm until after I felt her first spasms, but it was very hard. (Both the act and my dick, that is). By the end she was rising and falling on me in a rhythm driven by her own need, the hunger for my dick on her g-spot, opening her and plunging deep in that dance that men and women have danced since the dawn of time. She just wanted to be fucked, and I really wanted to fuck her. After our post-coital cuddle, which I found that I enjoyed almost as much as the act of fucking her, she said "Lets clean up and go the mall! We can get breakfast there, and we can buy some stuff and have some fun!" And she was off, into the shower. I joined her, relishing the feel of her body as I soaped her all over, and her soft, delicate touch as she returned the compliment. We kissed under the streaming water, and I could have fucked her again if she hadn't slapped me playfully and told me "Later! My cooze is a little sore and it needs a rest for a while." So we toweled each other dry, and hugged and kissed and laughed and giggled some more, and then we got dressed. Actually, in Stacey's case, this is not quite accurate. What Stacey did next was put on what I would describe as an incitement to riot. The outfit was all matching, cream and red plaid, like a 'sleazy schoolgirl' set. A tiny pleated skirt, a tight little cropped top, little ankle socks and -- get this -- a red plaid choker with a little silver padlock in the middle. "Stacey, you can't go out in that! People will think..." Actually, people would think 'that poor girl, being dressed up and paraded around like that by that sick pervert.' "People might get the wrong impression," I finished, lamely. "Don't be silly, Uncle Bob. I wear this outfit all the time and no-one says anything." My thought was 'Probably because the guys are too busy drooling and the women are speechless', but short of saying 'you look like a child prostitute', I couldn't dissuade her from wearing the outfit. For my part, I dressed conservatively in t-shirt and jeans, and tried to look like her uncle taking her out for a treat, rather than some old perv with a Lolita. Stacey didn't make it any easier for me. In the diner, she sat up on a stool and half the guys sitting round the room tried to look up her skirt. (The other half were probably gay or very short sighted.) When we'd finished our coffees and muffins, we set off toward some 'young-fashion' stores she wanted to visit, and I watched as just about every young guy in the place turned round to look at her, and a lot of the older ones tried to do so more subtly. She seemed blissfully unaware, linking arms with me and almost skipping along. I'd rarely seen her more happy, and on the one hand I was really happy for her. And on the other, I was worried that someone might call the cops any minute. The first store we went into sold clothes every bit as outrageous as the ones she was wearing. I sat outside the changing room as she appeared in a whole sequence of provocative outfits, posing for me as if she was hoping my pants would burst open from the sheer pressure of my overtaxed boner. "Stacey, where do you think you can wear that?" I sighed in a mixture of exasperation and extreme erotic frustration as she appeared in some semi-goth outfit which was slashed in so many places that it exposed ten times as much flesh as it covered. She leaned close. "In our bedroom, silly!" she said softly. "I can see what it's doing to you, and I want to do it some more!" She giggled, and I nearly came at the sound. She bought about a dozen items on her card. "Mommy pays the bills and never seems to look too hard at what I spend it on." I was glad I didn't have to pay for it, as the total was a couple of hundred bucks, but I imagined the possible 'fashion shows' back at my place, and what might happen afterwards, and... and if I thought much more about that, I'd have to explain a large wet stain in my pants. After two more stops for more clothes and some accessories and make-up, I was carrying maybe a dozen bags for my niece. We left the mall, but instead of heading for the car, she turned left and went into a store that was on the outside of the building. It was an 'adult superstore'. The guy behind the desk made no pretence of hiding his direct, leering, lustful looks in the direction of my niece. I felt like going over and punching him, but Stacey grabbed my arm and smiled up at me in her 'sweet and naughty' way. "Uncle Bob, I want to buy some stuff in here, but I don't want it on my card statement, or Mommy really will ask questions. If I choose what we need, can you pay for it on yours?" "Sure honey. Let me help you." I was intrigued by what an 18-year-old almost-virgin was going to buy in a sex-supermarket. "No Uncle Bob, I want it to be a surprise. Would you mind just looking over the porn DVDs while I get the stuff and take it to the checkout?" I had no idea what the little minx had in mind, but I was happy for her to surprise me at home. So I browsed the titles and kept one eye on the guy at the counter as Stacey shopped. There were several 'just 18' and 'barely legal' titles, with 'actresses' rejoicing under names like 'Little Cinderella' and 'Lil Bit More'. None of them looked as cute or raunchy as my Stacey. Shit, if I didn't get home soon, my pants would explode! Stacey called me over to the checkout, and the guy gave me a look that seemed to say 'are you really fucking her, you dirty old man? Why don't you just stand there, if you can, while a real man gives her what she needs?' I ignored his mixture of lust and contempt, and passed him my card. After completing the transaction, wordlessly, I picked up the small, anonymous tote-bag, which seemed to contain quite a few 'goodies', and with Stacey again on my arm, carried the mass of shopping to the car and placed it carefully in the trunk. Then we put the top down and drove off with the wind blowing Stacey's long blonde hair out behind us. Halfway home, she suddenly unbuttoned her top and flung it in the back. "Pull off here, Uncle Bob!" she yelled over the wind noise, and not wishing to disappoint, I drove off down the dirt-track she'd indicated and into a small stand of trees. No sooner had the car stopped than she had my pants undone and my cock in her mouth. She slurped and sucked for -- ooh, must have been all of thirty seconds -- before I came. "I could see you had a huge boner, Uncle Bob. I couldn't let you suffer any longer, could I?" she grinned, a little trail of cum dribbling down her chin and onto her sweet tits. "Now it's my turn!" With that, she lifted her butt off the seat, pulled down her tiny white panties, and then climbed into the back of the car. "Lunch time, Uncle Bob. Come and get it!" she shrieked as she flopped down in the back seat, her legs spread wide and her skirt around her waist. I slipped out of my pants and climbed in the back with her, making a nose dive into that tasty little muff. I didn't lift my head until she'd stopped trying to pull my hair out by the roots and scare off all the local the birds and critters with what sounded like a series of Red Indian war cries. My face was so wet that I guess she must have squirted. "Oh Uncle Bob, that was soooo rad! Oh, you make me come like -- like, forever!" Given her uninhibited vocal expression, I thought it best to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible before anyone else came, so I slipped back into my pants, jumped back in the front and drove off as quickly as I could. In the mirror I could see Stacey, still naked from choker to waistband and wearing not a lot below that. "Stacey, baby. Please put your top back on and pull that skirt down. I don't want the cops pulling us over." We got home without further incident, and jumped together into the shower again to remove the sexual fluids we were both wearing like perfume. Then she sent me down to fix some food, while she got ready for our afternoon and evening entertainment. I'd just got us some pasta and salad, and I was opening a bottle of wine when Stacey appeared. She had on the goth outfit -- a black mesh top with nothing underneath, a tiny black skirt with a ragged hem that zigzagged up and down, and some seriously spiked long black boots. It was topped off with a black spiky dog collar and a black cap, a bit like a cop's, that sat jauntily on top of her soft blonde hair and framed her face in a very sexy manner. The make-up was extreme, with a range of dark colors and thick black mascara around her eyes, and heavy dark lipstick. I had to be careful not to drool over the food. "Is this naughty enough, Uncle Bob?" she said, her hands demurely behind her back and a 'butter wouldn't melt' expression on her sweet face. "I think you'd be naughty enough in a nun's outfit" I said, and instantly regretted the image this conjured up in my depraved brain. "Good. 'Cos after we've eaten, I want to get very naughty!" I didn't enquire further, as I felt she wanted to surprise me. She insisted I pour her some wine, even though she was under age, which she drank like it was root beer. Over our meal she did an infuriating mixture of demure and raunchy. After nearly half an hour of this teasing, I was getting so uncomfortable in my pants that I had to adjust myself several times. I cleared away, and we finished the wine. I could tell that she wasn't used to it, and was more than a little drunk. Then she stood up, and carefully paraded around me, posing and slinking and driving me absolutely insane. Then she climbed up on the chair and onto the table, and paraded back and forth. "See anything you like, Uncle Bob?" Well firstly, the skirt covered very little to start with. And she wasn't wearing panties, so I had a superb view of her pussy. And it seemed that she'd shaved it, because those soft blonde curls were gone, and there was just a pink, pouting slit looking down at me. But as she turned around, I saw what for me was the final straw -- the end of a black butt-plug in her skinny little ass. Holy fucking fuck! "Stacey -- I -- I mean..." I had been reduced to a gibbering moron. "Only my cooze is still a little bit sore, so I thought about what we said last night, and I wondered whether -- well -- if you might be the best guy to take my other cherry. What do you think, Uncle Bob?" When she turned back to face me, her usual pretty smile had a more wicked tinge to it, probably brought on by the unaccustomed booze. "See, I thought about what we said when we were watching the porno, and I was, like, this is so the right thing to do! 'Cuz you see, Ricky just wants to use me, but you -- well you're so different, Uncle Bob. And I want someone who's done it before to show me how it's done. And I know you won't hurt me, 'cuz you didn't when you took my other cherry, and that was so cool!" She gave a little shriek, as if the memory of her -- our -- behavior last night had given her a new thrill, tottered on her spike heels and almost fell off the table. I caught her, helped her back down and held her loosely in my arms. "You see, I'm all ready for you," she smiled up at me. "I got these like douche things from the sex-store, and I cleaned up real good. I'm all lubed-up and I put this plug in, so I, like, stretched the hole. It hurt a little bit, and felt way weird but so, so naughty at the same time. So can we do it, Uncle Bob?" Her eagerness was palpable. This was totally unreal and completely depraved and -- totally irresistible. As I said, I've often had to beg to fuck a girl up the ass -- sometimes just to fuck her at all. I've never had a girl beg me to fuck her up the ass. Well, only in that dream about Gwynneth Paltrow... I did think about reasoning with her, telling her she was still young, that she'd been a virgin only yesterday and this was way too fast. And then I thought 'fuck it! If I don't do it now, when she's begging me to do it, it'll hurt her feelings, and she'll go and give it to some little piece of shit who doesn't deserve her and will probably hurt her, physically and emotionally. And I'll also miss out on the erotic experience of a lifetime. "OK, Stacey, but promise me you'll stop me if it hurts?" "I promise Uncle Bob. But I know you wouldn't hurt me. So -- can we do it now?" She was really excited and fizzing in a drunken sort of way. Neither of us could stop now even if we'd wanted to. "Let's go to the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable there," I suggested. "Cool!" she said. "And can we, like, set up a mirror and maybe your video camera? It's so naughty and I'd like to see us actually, like, doing it. It's gonna be so cool to watch your cock going in my butt!" I've always found that the first qualification for anal sex is a rock-hard dick. If you're a little soft it just won't go in, unless the girl is experienced and very relaxed. Stacey's attitude, plus watching her cute little ass wiggling around the butt-plug as we went upstairs, certainly did it for me. The second qualification is a really motivated girl, with a clean, well-lubed and stretched asshole. It normally takes me about thirty minutes to an hour to prepare a girl for this, and that's after she's cleaned up. Firstly a massage and a lot of pussy play to get her relaxed and sufficiently horny, then loosening her up gently using fingers, beads and a plug and about half a pint of lube. Seems that Stacey was sufficiently motivated to have done that job for me, but I still made sure I had lots of lube on hand -- in my experience, there's never too much. The third qualification is gentleness and patience. My advice to any guy who thinks he can just shove it in is to get a big dildo and try it on yourself. Then, when you've stopped screaming and wiped the tears from your eyes, you'll know how important this step is. Brute force was never my style. With Stacey, I'd rather have my balls held in a vise and rubbed down with a cheese-grater than hurt that little girl, so while my dick was twitching to feel the squeeze, my instincts were as always to take -- it -- slooow. I set up the mirror so that Stacey could pose and prance and get herself even hotter. As I'd looked up her skirt coming upstairs -- c'mon, she insisted! -- I could see that she was so wet that her upper thighs were glistening. The girl was tripping out on hormones, and it was my duty to keep this trip going as long as possible. So while she flounced around, flicking her skirt up, bending over and looking between her legs, pushing her nipples through the holes in her top, I got my camera and tripod and set it up with the little screen pointing in the same direction as the action so I could check we were in shot. (I once made a two-hour porn movie which turned out to comprise of not much more that two pairs of feet). After getting a few minutes of Stacey's show, I angled it to include most of the bed. After that distraction, I had to rejoin the action... I put my arms around her from behind, and caressed her tits through her mesh top, feeling and tweaking the nipples the way I'd discovered she really liked. When my hand snaked down across her smooth, silky stomach and towards the waistband of her saucy little skirt, slung very low on her hips, she sighed and pressed her hard little butt back against me. I could feel the end of the butt-plug rubbing just above my crotch. All the while she looked at her image in the mirror, posing for the camera that stood beside it. She was acting the porn star -- much better than most girls I've seen in porn movies. My hand drifted lower, over the scratchy skirt fabric and onto the silky skin of her inner thigh. She let out a soft moan as my hand moved upwards. The skin of her pussy lips was, if anything, even silkier, and very, very wet. Within moments she was grinding her pussy against my hand, forcing her lips to part around my insistent fingers, moaning out loud as I found and teased her clit. Soon she'd coated my hand in enough pussy juice for me to jack off with. But that wasn't where I was going. My other hand reached down to her butt, stroked her ass cheeks, slipped a finger into her slit from behind and wet up a finger. Then I started to pull on the end of the plug, which was tight inside her tightest hole. I heard her catch her breath, felt her brace herself a little to allow me to slide the plug out. But it wasn't easy. Butt plugs are shaped with a long cone to allow gentler entry, but the curved surface at the back is to stop it slipping out, not to make it easier. The pull on Stacey's tight little ring must have been pretty strong, because she winced and gasped. Thanks to the lube, it slowly began to slip out, while Stacey made little "Oh! Oh! Oh!" noises. When I'd got the plug about halfway out, and her little hole was stretched about as wide as it would go, she made a few little whimpering noises. "It's OK, baby. If it's too painful, I can take it right out. We don't need to do this." "No Uncle Bob, it smarts a little but it's cool. I really want to do it. It just feels way dirty, it makes me so hot just thinking about it." "OK sweetie. I'm just gonna use the plug to loosen you up a little. You tell me if it hurts or if you want to stop." She turned and kissed me. "Uncle Bob, just keep doing what you need to do. If I want you to stop I'll just yell 'whoa!' If I make like little noises and stuff, don't worry. I know it's gonna feel like weird and it's maybe gonna hurt a little, but I so have to do this now. Oooh, and your fingers in my pussy make me feel way hot!" I kissed her again, then slowly slipped the plug a little further out, and just as slowly back in. She made a little moaning noise, but following her instructions, I continued. I repeated the in-out action with the plug another dozen times, making sure the thickest part passed back and forward through her tight sphincter, loosening, stretching, softening her up. As I was doing it, she twisted around so she was sideways on to the mirror and the camera and could watch me slowly fucking her ass with the plug. And all the while, my other hand stroked her clit, keeping her pussy simmering nicely. Then I pulled the plug out and inspected the empty hole, making sure it was stretched and open. I placed the plug on the night-stand, and picked up one of the condoms I'd left there. Stacey saw what I was doing and said "Oooh, please, let me!" She took the condom out of my hand, tore off the wrapper and used her mouth to put the rubber on my cock again. She also took the opportunity to push me right into her throat and do her trick with her tongue on my balls, turning her head and eyes as much as she could to the side to check how she looked in the mirror. I had to concentrate quite hard on a mental image of Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out to stop from shooting my load. When she came up for air, Stacey smiled wickedly. Her eyes shone, though her mascara had run a little. "This is way cool, Uncle Bob. It all feels so slutty and dirty. We're making a real hot porno movie! And now," she turned to look straight at the camera, "you're gonna fuck my tight, slutty little asshole with that nice big cock." She turned back to me and gave me the sweetest smile, as if she was looking for me to reward her with an ice cream soda for doing her homework. Hearing her talk dirty like that made me unbelievably horny. So how should I play this? I needed to fill that little hole soon, before it closed too much. I needed to make sure she was relaxed and in the right frame of mind. I had to keep her pussy on the boil so that any pain she felt in her ass was balanced by the pleasure she was feeling through her clit. But most of all, I needed to get the mood right. If I said the wrong thing, she might lose it and clamp up. If I got the mood too right, the sheer insane fucking raunchiness would tip me over the edge way before Stacey was ready. I experimented. "Ok, my little slut-princess. On the bed with your ass in the air so I can fuck your little asshole!" It seemed to work. She gave me a look of delighted outrage and almost bounded onto the bed, shedding her cap and insane little skirt on the way, kneeling with her legs apart, her ass upwards and her head down on a pillow, looking at herself in the mirror. Un-prompted, she reached behind herself and pulled her ass-cheeks apart again, this time for me. I grabbed the lube and squirted a thick trail along my cock, spreading it out with one hand while I used the camera remote to zoom in a bit closer to Stacey's new position. Then I climbed up onto the bed and squatted over her, smearing a thick coat of lube around and into her slowly-closing little hole, making her shriek with the cold contact. And then I carefully inserted the tip of my cock, took a hold of her skinny little hips, and pushed. I expected a gasp, maybe a moan. The plaintive little whimpers that came from Stacey's sweet mouth almost stopped me in my tracks. I was hurting my little girl! I was... I was... I was doing what she'd asked me to do. And she hadn't said 'whoa!' yet. So I kept on pushing against and into the incredible tightness of Stacey's little ass. And she pulled her cheeks apart, and whimpered and moaned and gasped. But me, heartless bastard that I was, just kept going. Finally, the head of my cock popped through and she closed around my shaft. Fuck! I was really doing this! I was actually fucking Stacey up the ass! "Oh Uncle Bob. Your dick feels so big in my ass! Oh it hurts, it hurts Uncle Bob! My little ass is sooo tight and your dick is sooo huge." But she didn't say 'whoa!', so I took this as part of her play and kept pushing slowly, agonizingly in. Once we were locked together with about half of my cock inside her, and I felt sure that the back-pressure of her tight rectum wouldn't shove me back out again, I stopped pushing and reached around and grabbed hold of her pussy. She was so wet I almost couldn't get a grip! When my finger stroked her clit, she let out a long moan. Good, this was beginning to work. I slowly eased back, perhaps half of the length I had inside her, then slid a little further in. Gently rocking a little deeper, a little deeper, a little... "Whoa!" I stopped dead. What had I done? "Please, not so deep, Uncle Bob. It hurts a little... when you push in deep... like that. Just a little bit less. Please?" Whew! "Sorry, baby. Is it OK as long as I don't go too deep." "Sure. Feels good." Her voice sounded a little tense, as if she was straining to get the words out. I could understand how she felt. Actually, how she felt to me was incredibly tight around my cock. And her skin was so smooth against mine, and her hard little body felt so... I had to bite my lip and think of George Dubya to stop myself coming. Slowly I pulled back, until I was almost out, tugging on that tight ring until she gave some more little mewing cries. Then slowly I slid it back in, not quite so deep this time; then back again, gradually building up the speed and a rhythm that carried my cock like a piston from just inside her tight ring to about two-thirds in. All the while I rubbed her clit, praying that I would be able to hold back long enough for her to come before I shot my load -- something that I felt would happen very soon. After about a minute of the most exquisite ass-fucking I had ever enjoyed, I felt her beginning to push back to meet my thrusts. After about another minute, she was pushing back enough that my hips met her ass-cheeks on each thrust. She seemed to have got over the discomfort of her initial tightness and her ass was opening enough to take me to the hilt. My hand was glued to her liquid pussy, and I watched her slim body moving, undulating as we fucked. Stacey's eyes were glued to mirror, and after a little while she said "Oh! What are you doing, Uncle Bob?" in a rather plaintive, child-like, almost surprised tone. At first I thought I'd done something wrong again, maybe pressed too deep. Then I realized what she wanted. "I'm -- I'm fucking your ass, Stacey. I'm fucking your tight, sweet little ass." If the words were what Stacey needed to tip her over, they were sure as hell pushing me toward the same destination. All the while I was thinking 'Hold on, Bob! Think of Dubya! Don't shoot yet!' "Uncle Bob. That's so naughty, so dirty! Why... why are you doing it to me?" Oh shit! Help me now, Dubya! "Because... because you're... you're a dirty little girl, Stacey. And dirty girls have to... have to take it up the ass." Oh God, I can't do much more of this! "Oh Uncle Bob. I am I dirty girl? Am I... am I a slut, Uncle Bob?" "Stacey. You're... you're a dirty little slut... who likes to be fucked up the ass... just like she loves it... up her cunt. You need a big cock... in your ass... to teach you a lesson. Take my cock... up your ass... you hot little slut... you... OH FUCK!" Dubya had failed me; I came. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I started pumping my load into the condom. And I'd failed her! In trying to talk dirty and take her into the storm, I'd been carried off myself. But just then I felt an answering spasm, and her tight little tunnel throbbed for me. Suddenly my ears were full of those thrilling little cries that made my own orgasm even stronger. Together we sang an orgasmic duet as her pussy juices flooded my hand and my own juices filled the rubber. I collapsed sideways onto the mattress, pulling a yelping Stacey with me. We lay there for a few moments as our orgasms subsided, then we both burst out laughing. Stacey turned her head and kissed me. "Thank you, Uncle Bob. That was... that was unreal! And Uncle Bob? You didn't really mean it, did you?" "Mean what?" "About -- about me being a -- a dirty little slut. I'm not really, am I?" "Only in the nicest possible way, Stacey. Only in the sense that when you want to be, you can be so naughty, and sex with you is the best; the absolute best. You're my little slut princess. And I love you. But then you knew that anyway." My arms encircled her. "Oh, Uncle Bob, you're so cool! I love you, and I love what you do to me. I think Ricky was right -- I really loved feeling your dick in my butt." She giggled delightfully. "Guess that makes me a slut after all, Uncle Bob." She wriggled off my cock, turned around and lay down on top of me, kissing me and nuzzling her cheek against mine. Then she looked up with a puzzled expression in her face. "Hey Uncle Bob, you've like, put your cock in all my holes now. Does that mean we've done everything?" I laughed. "Stacey, it just means we've started everything. You've been so good and so hot and so naughty, and I really shouldn't have done all those things to you, but I enjoyed them and you enjoyed them so -- so what the hell? But for God's sake don't tell anyone what we did! And we just need to do more of those things, and try them in different ways." "What kind of ways?" She gave me a look that showed the sort of eagerness and innocence that got my cock hardening once again. "Well, changing things around. Doing it in different places..." "Like in the car today?" "Yeah, like that, but more. You know, different rooms in the house, outdoors, maybe..." "Maybe in, like, a movie theater, or -- or in a restaurant?" "Stacey, you'll get me arrested. But yeah, in different places, and wearing different clothes..." "Yeah, cool. I forgot I bought those other outfits. We should try them. And what else?" "Well, then there's different positions -- you on top, me on top, doggy, cowgirl, missionary, you know. Then there's using toys and mirrors and tying each other up..." "Hey! So you could, like, tie me up and spank me and stick your dick in my butt and I could scream and struggle but I couldn't stop you and I'd have to take every inch. And stuff like that?" Jesus H Christ! That girl could say things that would make my cock go from putty to rebar in 5 seconds flat! "Yeah -- yeah and stuff like that." I didn't trust myself to say any more. "Oh Uncle Bob, I was so frightened that we'd done everything and all we could do now is the same all over, but that sounds cool. So how about I get some more lube in my butt-hole and then try on another one of those slutty outfits I bought?" I could only nod dumbly, my cock twitching in time, and wonder what the fuck I was doing -- and how much longer God would let me keep doing it before I got struck by lightning or thrown in jail. TO BE CONTINUED...

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Uncle Bob Ch. 01 bybad_hobbit©

Uncle Bob Ch. 01 bybad_hobbit© Chapter 1 – Discoveries "What are you watching, Uncle Bob?" Shit! I grabbed for the remote, but the damned thing wouldn't respond. I knew I should have replaced the batteries sooner. Stacey was standing in the doorway in her short nightshirt, staring at the screen. On it, a big-tittied blonde was taking one guy's cock into her throat while some black guy was fucking her from behind with a dick that must have been a good nine inches long. I had the sound turned down so as not to wake her. I realized that I was still holding my own dick in the other hand, and quickly tried to slip it back inside my pants. Stacey stepped into the room and plopped down beside me on the couch. "Mommy won't let me watch porn at home. This looks real good. Can I watch it with you?" "I – I …" I didn't know what to say. "It's okay. You can jack off while you're watching if you like. I won't mind." She smiled at me sweetly, pulling her long, skinny legs up on the couch. To be truthful, Stacey was the main reason I was sitting there, jerking off to a porn movie at nearly midnight. See, she's just eighteen, skinny and lithe, and heart-breakingly, dick-achingly pretty as only teenage girls can be. Whether she realizes it or not, and I'm sure she does, she's the most accomplished cock-teaser I have ever met. She runs around in tiny shorts or even tinier skirts over miniscule thong panties (I have looked, of course) and skimpy little tops. She has such a cute, innocent little face with a button nose and big baby-blues. Long, pale blonde hair that she ties up in little bunches. Skin so silky you could make stockings out of it. Whenever I have to baby-sit her – which is quite a lot of weekends because my asshole big brother, her dad, is seeing some new broad and her bitch of a mommy is trying to trap a new man, when they're not both working 24-7 – I tend to walk around with a boner you could use to drive nails in. She's my fucking niece, for fuck's sake! And just a kid. I've known her since she was a baby. My bro and my sis-in-law trust me to look after her and protect her. And now when she's around, I fantasize about systematically fucking every little hole in her sweet little body. Am I depraved, or what? So, this is really the biggest fuck-up in my entire fucked-up life. Stacey's sitting on the couch beside me in a little pink t-shirt top that just – only just – makes it past her hips, some cute pink socks and what appear to be little pink panties, which she's making no attempt to hide. And I was sitting there with a big pink boner in my stupid pink fist, watching a movie in which a hot blonde was getting a big dick pushed between her pink-lipsticked lips and another shoved into her wet pink pussy. Nobody would ever trust me with the little cutie again. The fucking remote still wouldn't work, but Stacey took it out of my hand, flipped it over, and waggled the batteries around, then turned the TV sound up. The guys were grunting and the girl was moaning and I was feeling very embarrassed. "Do you like girls with big boobies like that, Uncle Bob? I think they look a bit gross." Actually, no. I prefer skinny little teens with pert little titties and… and all that stuff, but I could hardly tell her that. Or, come to that, anyone. "Look, Stacey," I finally managed to say, "I'm sorry you have to see me like this. It's just not… appropriate. Look, you need to get back to bed and we both have to pretend like this never happened, or your Mom and Dad are gonna kill me – probably very slowly and painfully. Is that okay?" "Sure," she said brightly with a sweet little smile. "Only, can I stay up and watch this with you for a while? See, I try to watch my dad's porn when he's out, but I've only been able to find two DVDs and I've watched them both. They suck; just fat guys with, like, moustaches and stuff and girls with huge fake titties. This looks much better." Then she gave me the soulful eyes – she knows I'm a sucker for that look. Shit, what was going on here? "Stacey, sweetie, I really don't think we should be doing this. Look, you should go to your room right now!" I tried to sound strong and resolute, but Stacey could see right through me. I was pretending I had a will of iron. Actually I had a rod of iron and a will of putty. She turned the eyes toward me again. What was worse, she turned the little pink panties toward me as well, her legs lifted onto the couch with those long, smooth, skinny thighs open in a V in front of her, her feet tucked under. Oh my god! "It's okay, really, Uncle Bob. I won't tell a soul. I'll jerk you off while we're watching if you like?" Looking at her sweet smile, you could imagine she'd just suggested fixing us milk and cookies. And then she reached out and unfastened my pants. My expression must have been a picture of confusion. On the one hand, I was terrified of what I was getting into here. On the other hand – actually, by now in her other hand – I had a rampant boner that I had always fantasized about using on my niece. Oh fuck, what was I going to do? "Ooh, this is a nice one, Uncle Bob!" she said, looking at my dick like it was a pretty new toy for her to play with. "Not too small, not too big. And a nice shape. I like it." Like it was some new fashion accessory. She started stroking it up and down. I let out a moan. So did the big blonde on screen. Stacey looked up. "Ooh, now that's gotta smart!" I dragged my eyes away from my view of Stacey stroking my cock to glance at the screen. The big black guy had now transferred his cock to the blonde's ass. "Ricky says that all girls really enjoy anal sex, but I don't believe him. I can't see how having something that size shoved in your butt like that could feel good, can you, Uncle Bob? In fact, I think that guy would be too big even for my little cooze." I could hardly comment, now could I? "Uncle Bob. Have you ever – you know – put it in a girl's butt?" Now, what sort of question was that for an eighteen-year-old to ask her uncle, even if she was jerking him off at the time? "I – I …" I decided it was best to change the subject. "Who's Ricky?" "Oh, he's, like, this boy I know in school. We've been making out once or twice, but he's always wanting me to try new stuff, and I'm like, 'whoa, how's this gonna feel good for me?'" And while she was telling me this she was stroking my dick, spreading the pre-cum around. Whoa! "You've been… making out with him?" I felt a pang of jealousy, alongside the delightful sensations from my dick. "What… what have you been doing?" "Oh, nothing much. He fingers me up and I jerk him off. Sometimes I suck his dick a bit. Trouble is, he's way big, so it's hard to keep my mouth open, and he keeps trying to shove it deeper when I'm not ready. Like, euch! And he keeps wanting to put it in me, but, like, I'm really not sure if I'm ready, or if I want it to be him. And now he's talking about anal all the time. So, Uncle Bob, you must know. How does it feel for a girl?" "Er – well – it depends…" "I figured as much. But, like, you've done a girl 'up there' before, right? Did she like it?" My mind was immediately filled with an image of Cheryl. We'd dated for around six months. She was a bitch but a great fuck, and she loved anal. I didn't have to beg her for it as I'd done with previous girls. She suggested it, offered it even. And she clearly loved it and got off on it. "I – I knew a girl once who really enjoyed it. One or two others – well, not so much." That was just a slight understatement. Alice screamed when I stuck it in her ass, then she shouted at me for about an hour afterwards and left me two days later after a lot more shouting. Leanne made all the right noises while we were doing it, then told me she hated it and never wanted me to try it on her again. Chicks, eh? "I could see how it might feel good if the guy wasn't too big, and he, like, stroked your pussy while he was doing it, but – I dunno. A boy'd have to spend like hours eating me out before I'd think about letting him do that." The whole time she had been stroking my cock, talking about blowjobs and pussy licking and anal sex. It was like I'd suddenly dropped through some sort of wormhole in the space-time continuum to a world where sick fuckers like me get to fuck whoever they like. My brain could barely believe it, even though my cock was totally convinced. Then the noise from the TV distracted us both for a moment. The blonde was now straddling the white guy and the black guy was reaming her ass, and abusing her loudly in this half-intelligible jive shit. (Why don't guys just shut the fuck up in porn movies and leave the dirty talk to the chicks? It always sounds better from a girl's mouth. Which reminded me…) "Uncle Bob, this movie's made me real hot. Would it be okay with you if I touched myself too?" Oh fuck! This was getting way out of control. I should – I should… Without waiting for me to answer, she jumped up off the couch, pulled her panties down, and sort of snuggled in beside me like we were watching "the Simpsons" or something together. One hand went back to my cock, the other into her pussy, and I watched spellbound as her finger slid back and forth in her sweet little slit, the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair already glistening with her juices. Her eyelids fluttered as her fingers found the spot. For a moment, I just watched like some stupid dumbass as my cute little niece stroked her pussy, right before my eyes. Then I could take no more – I had to act! As I slid my hand across her smooth, concave little belly and under her own hand, she let out a little moan and leaned in against my shoulder. I turned to her, and she looked into my eyes, and then we kissed. I've kissed my niece on many occasions, held her close when she was frightened, kissed away her tears when she was devastated by her parents' divorce. Like all kids caught up in that spirit-mangling machine, she blamed herself. How could I tell her that her daddy was an asshole and her mommy was a bitch, and as two hot-shot lawyers, their main pleasure – apart from making shit-loads of money – seemed to be savaging each other in court? But this kiss was different. It started as an 'I love you because you're my lovely niece' kiss, and slowly it transformed into an 'I think you're sweet and incredibly desirable, and I really, really want to fuck you' kiss. Totally appropriate for the situation – except the situation was totally inappropriate. And she responded. Boy, how she responded. It was as if no-one had ever properly kissed her before, and she was moving into this kiss as if it was some magical new country she was longing to explore. Before long we were locked into a soft, delicate, sensuous and very erotically-charged exchange of lips and tongues. And all the while I could feel her slim little body responding to the touch of my fingers in her sweet, wet pussy, and her little delicate fingers gently stroking my throbbing dick. When at last we separated, she looked at me wide-eyed. "Wow, Uncle Bob, that was way rad! No boy's ever kissed me like that before. Can we do it again, please?" We did, and I changed hands so I could hold her while I played with her pussy. Her mouth was unlike any other that I remember kissing. Cheryl had been so hungry, Alice's kisses hard and rather cold, Leanne's absent and distracted. Stacey's kisses were unlike any others I'd experiences, so innocent and yet so sexual. Oh shit, I can't explain it. It was just like the oral equivalent of how I'd imagined taking a girl's virginity would feel – not that I'd ever had that privilege. This time when we broke, she suddenly jumped up, and I thought, "Shit, it's over!" But no, instead she pulled off her t-shirt in one smooth movement, leaving on only her little pink socks, and then she grabbed the TV remote so she could hit the OFF button. "Uncle Bob, we don't need that porno any more when you can kiss like you do. Would you – would you please lick me 'down there', Uncle Bob? I'm creaming like crazy and I like have to come sooo soon! I'll suck you off after, I promise!" Her tone was almost pleading, and this was the point where my resolve finally snapped. Fuck morality, fuck responsibility, fuck my stupid brother and sister-in-law. All I really wanted to do was to fuck Stacey, or do as much with her achingly-sweet body as she would allow. If her dad ever found out, I was a dead man, so can't a dead man have fun? I stood up and stripped off my t-shirt, pants and shorts in record time. I just held her for a moment before gently laying her down on the couch. She spread her legs and let out a long "Oooooooh!" as my mouth made contact with her sweet slit. And I mean sweet: smooth, silky, beautifully shaped, surrounded by the softest blonde curls, juicy and oh-so delicious. I went slow, using all of the skills I've learned over three failed relationships and a whole mess of one-night stands. But hey, Cheryl used to come like Old Faithful (quite literally; she would squirt all over me) when I spent some time eating her out, so I must've learned something. Every little gasp, every sweet little sigh that I extracted from Stacey's cute little mouth by licking at her cute little snatch was like music, and my boner throbbed even harder. They say that guys should write the alphabet on a girl's pussy with their tongues. I used a Gothic font with serifs. Sometimes I went into bold type. Once or twice I underlined, then went back, rubbed it out and just penciled in lightly with italics. When she came, it sounded to me like angels singing. She was pretty vocal, and I froze for a moment before I remembered I'd shut the windows when I put the porno on. I adored the way her slim little ass bounced up from the couch as she tried to shove her clit deeper into my mouth. And then her thighs clamped hard on my head and blocked out the angel-song for a chorus or two before she collapsed back onto the couch. I gazed up the narrow expanse of her skinny, pale body, at her sweet, angelic little face, and was filled with tenderness for her. Then she said, "Uncle Bob, that was sooo fantastic! I came and came for like, ages! Can I please suck that nice big cock now? Pleeease?" And those big baby blues hit me hard, and the force of that blow hit me right in the crotch. She sat up and kissed me again. "Ooh – I can taste my pussy on your lips, naughty Uncle Bob!" And then she was on her knees and her sweet, soft lips made contact with the knob of my cock and I was like – okay, officer, slap the cuffs on me now, I confess! She slowly rocked her head up and down on my cock, taking me just a little bit deeper each time. Then she looked up at me with those sweet, innocent eyes and THIS WAS UNREAL! I've seen all the 'just 18' websites, the amateur 'point-of-view' blow jobs, the cute 'audition' videos, and they can be hot, but when you're watching them you don't generally get the sensation of a hot, sweet and remarkably skilled mouth on your dick. When she slipped me out for a tip-to-balls-and-back-again lick, she smiled up at me and said, "Do you like that, Uncle Bob?" "You're – you're amazing, Stacey. How'd you learn – ah – to be so good?" "Practice, Uncle Bob. I have sucked dick before, you know! And I've practiced on bananas and stuff. Hey, see what you think of this." Then she opened wide and engulfed about half my cock, and then, to my amazement, kept going. I could feel the back of her throat. She slid up and down a few more times, from lips to throat, taking a large portion of my cock at each gulp. "Like it, Uncle Bob?" she asked when she came up for air. "Fantastic, Stacey. But I mean …" "Hey, I haven't shown you the best bit yet!" she interrupted. She went back down on me, and with some hoarse, gagging noises, took me further. I couldn't believe it when that button nose nudged my pubes. Then she pulled back about halfway and did it again. Then again! And then, as she worked my cock head around in her throat, I felt her tongue come out and lick my balls. On the very edge, I looked down and saw her straining to look up at me. Those cute, innocent blue eyes met mine. And I came. Not one of those short, dribbly little cums, you understand. It felt like the end of my dick exploded. I must've squirted maybe a quart of cum down that little girl's throat – that's what it felt like. And she just held on, still licking my balls until I was trembling with the release of so much orgasmic energy. And when I finally pulled back, she grabbed hold of my dick and licked and sucked the end clean of cum. Well, that triggered another spurt and sensations on the verge of pain. She just smiled up at me. "Thank you, Uncle Bob," she said with this wise-ass grin, "I love the flavor of cum, but when a guy comes down my throat like that, I don't usually get to taste it much. Yours is yummy!" Then she stood up and kissed me, now not so shyly, letting me taste my own cum on her lips. I held her so close, feeling her firm little titties pressed against my chest, her gorgeous skinny body so tiny, I felt my arms would go round her twice. "Uncle Bob," she said softly in my ear. "Can we please go to your room now? I need to lie down for a while." We collected up our clothes; I checked the DVD player was off and grabbed us some water, and we headed upstairs. She ran into my bedroom and jumped onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress. I was suddenly reminded of an eight-year-old Stacey bouncing on my bed, hitting me with a pillow at around seven in the morning and yelling to me to "Get up, Uncle Bob. I want to go to the beach!" And an even younger Stacey running into my room, squealing and terrified of a loud thunderstorm, falling asleep in my arms, sucking her thumb. And here was a very different Stacey. She was no longer in cute pajamas and holding a teddy-bear, being my innocent little niece that I just wanted to protect from all the shit that the world throws at kids. And it wasn't her thumb she'd just been sucking. But she still had that same 'naughty but nice' smile that had melted my heart, almost since I'd first cradled her in my arms when she was a new baby and I was just fifteen. Only now it was also stiffening my cock. Oh God, this is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! But then she said, "C'mon Uncle Bob. I need you to cuddle me for a while," and all I could do was climb onto the bed beside her. Moments later she was resting in my arms, her beautiful, slender body pressed up close to me, her head on my shoulder. She was my lovely niece, who I'd doted on since she was tiny, who had confided in me, and cried on my shoulder when she was upset or hurt, who always let out a delighted shriek of "Uncle Bob!" and ran to hug me whenever I arrived. It often seemed to me that she was the only person in the world who was always pleased to see me. Basically, Stacey's parents should never have had her. They're selfish, focused on 'success' as they see it – which means money and status above everything else. Privately I think of them as A and B – Asshole and Bitch – though I never admit this to Stacey. Me, I get by as what you might call a software geek, but I think relationships and people are more important than money. Having said that, my relationships have all gone pretty pear-shaped – except for Stacey. She'd call me nearly every day to tell me about what she did at school. She used to show me the presents her parents had given her – to make up for the lack of love, I felt. And it was to me she had turned when she found out about the divorce. I remember holding her close as she sobbed and sobbed. "Please, Uncle Bob, please say you'll always be there for me?" she begged. How could I not be? I loved her. So what was this? Was I now defiling the only beautiful thing in my life? Or was this a new and exciting stage in our relationship. I didn't know, and I was in no hurry to analyze it. I was living for the exquisite moment. I gently kissed her closed eyelids, and she smiled up at me. "Uncle Bob? Y'know how I said I've been making out with Ricky and stuff? Well, you see, I've never really done that much with him. I sucked him off once or twice, but he's too big to go into my throat like you do. Did you like that?" Her smile was so bright, feeling that she'd done something good and almost begging for praise. "Stacey, that was the best – the very best – blow job I have ever had. And I really mean that." I did. The expression of pure joy on her face was almost heartbreaking. "Oh Uncle Bob, I'm so pleased! Can I – can I ask you something else?" "Sure Stacey, my sweet. Anything." I was really enjoying this close intimacy. "Only, you see, I don't want to give my cherry to Ricky. He's so full of attitude. I sorta know that if I let him he'll call me a slut and if I don't he'll call me a bitch. Why should I give my cherry to someone who disrespects me like that, huh?" She did a little Homer Simpson look as if to say that if the boy was so stupid he didn't deserve her. I agreed. "That's right, Stacey. You should save it for someone who respects you, preferably someone you love and someone who loves you back." "That's just what I thought, Uncle Bob. So please, Uncle Bob, can I give you my cherry?" My heart gave a jolt – as did my cock, which the little teaser had just started stroking again. "Stacey – I …" " 'Cuz you see, I love you, Uncle Bob, and I know you love me, and you'd never hurt me or brag about what we did or try to make me do anything I didn't want to. And I know you'll be gentle and make it feel good, and I want my first time to be special. So will you, please?" So just when I thought I couldn't get any more depraved, my teenage niece, who had recently given me the best freaking deep-throat blow job of my entire sorry existence was now asking – no, begging – me to take her virginity. It was about then that my cock finally took over and got me to abandon all moral and rational thought. "Sure, Stacey," I said – I think there was a tremble in my voice – "I'd be proud to." "Oh Uncle Bob!" she shrieked, throwing her arms around me and kissing me passionately. You'd have thought I'd just told her I'd bought her a car for her birthday. Then her face became a little more serious. "Only, I'm afraid you're gonna have to wear a condom, 'cuz, like, I'm not fixed yet." "No problem, sweetie," I said, and reached into the bedside drawer to extract the condoms and lube I keep there. It was only then that it occurred to me how this must look – a ready supply for any girl I might bring home to fuck, but Stacey seemed not to notice. "I don't think you'll need the lube, Uncle Bob. I'm very wet. Here." She took my hand and pressed my fingers into her sweet snatch. She was wet all right - like a reservoir. Then she grabbed one of the condoms and tore the foil off, looked at me, smiled, and slipped the tip between her teeth. When we had first started making out, Cheryl sometimes put a condom on me with her mouth. It felt good. With Stacey, it was terrific. How she had learned the technique I didn't want to know, but the sensation of having this hot wetness creeping along my dick as the rubber unrolled was delicious. Then she dropped back onto the mattress beside me and opened her slim thighs wide. I just stared. How could I slide my cock into that perfect pinkness? It was just too pure, just too innocent, just too … "I'd like you to fuck me in missionary if that's okay, Uncle Bob? I just want to look into your eyes when I feel your cock inside me." Oh this was too much. "I'd like you to fuck me." Just like that. What was I going to do? What I was going to do was what she'd asked me to do. But first, I reached down and gently stroked her pussy. I love it when a girl tilts her head back, opens her mouth, and closes her eyes. It says that I've hit the spot. A little more of this and she was moaning softly. When I slid a finger inside her, she gasped. I nearly gasped too – she was so tight, I thought I'd probed her asshole instead of her pussy. I didn't find, and hadn't expected, a hymen – I understand most girls have lost them by the age of sixteen from riding bikes or horses, or perhaps a bit later from experiments with vibrators or fingers. I teased around, seeking out the g-spot, trying to get her ready for me. Eventually I was able to get two fingers inside, though it was difficult, got my thumb on her clit and started Uncle Bob's patent 'come-hither' action that seems to get them going every time. After a very short time she gasped, "Oh Uncle Bob, I'm going to come very soon. Please do it now." Her eyes were bright and pleading. What else could I do? I gently removed my fingers and slipped between those lovely thighs. "Gently, please, Uncle Bob," she said, softly. "I couldn't do it any other way with you, Stacey, my sweet," I replied. I lined up my cock-head with her entrance and pushed gently. She gasped a little, and I bent down and kissed her. As she relaxed a little, I pressed a little harder, but found some strong resistance. She let out a little cry, but I knew I had to keep going. She was really wet, and open really wide, but even so, it was very difficult to get in. I'd never had the opportunity to relieve a girl of her virginity before, so unsurprisingly, Stacey's was the tightest little pussy I'd ever tried to enter. I'd rested most of my weight on one elbow so I could stroke her hair with my other hand, and I kept kissing her softly and watching her face for signs of distress. Her eyes kept looking into mine, silently pleading for me to go in, but also for it not to hurt her any more. I was torn. I kissed her softly, then whispered, "Relax, my sweet baby. It's going to be beautiful. Just open and let me inside." Slowly, so slowly, she opened for me. Her cute little face screwed up a little as I stretched her for the first time, but I knew I couldn't stop. If I did, she'd probably clamp up tight and we'd never make it. She looked so sweet, so vulnerable, pinned there beneath me as I slowly, gently impaled her on my cock, but apart from some little gasps and squeaks, she didn't complain. And we finally did make it; slowly, slowly, a little in, a little out, at little bit further in, until we reached that magic point where our bodies met and she had all of me. When she realized that we were over the worst and I was in her to the hilt, her face lit up with one of her sexy little smiles, and she hugged me hard. "Oh, Uncle Bob, we did it! I'm – I'm not a virgin any more. You're way inside me, and my cooze feels so full up and it – it feels good, and it doesn't hurt any more. You were so gentle, Uncle Bob." We kissed a lot more, and she held me, and we stayed like that, me buried to the hilt in her oh-so-tight pussy for maybe a minute or so. Then I said, "Are you ready for some more, Stacey?" "I think so Uncle Bob," she replied. "Just go slow, please." Her eyes were bright and excited. So I settled into position, then slowly eased back, watching her face as she experienced the unfamiliar sensations for the first time. A slow, long withdrawal at first, then an equally slow slide back in, gradually getting a little faster as she relaxed more around my cock. Then I changed the angle, angling to rub her g-spot with my cock head, which seemed to work okay. I changed position a little, rising up and trying some CAT – the famous 'coital alignment technique.' I find some girls really get off on the friction of my cock on their clit, especially when their g-spot isn't so sensitive, even though the penetration is less. Stacey seemed to enjoy everything I was doing, and was getting off on the naughtiness of what she was doing. I have to admit, holding back inside Stacey was probably the toughest thing I'd ever had to do in bed until then. It wasn't just her tightness, though that was something else. It was the fact that I was fucking not just a beautiful teenager – a fantasy that sits about number two on my "would love to do" list, just after fucking a short list of celebrities – but that this wasn't any teenager. This was my niece, who I'd loved and protected and, more recently, lusted after. Short of sticking my cock into Gwynneth Paltrow's ass and having her talk dirty to me – c'mon guys, who hasn't been there in their heads? – I couldn't imagine anything more raunchy. But the number one priority now was to get Stacey to come before I did. If I could give her an orgasm during her first ever fuck, she would not only be better off than most of the women on the Earth, but she may just let me do it again with her. Which at this moment was my highest ambition. The CAT and the g-spot work were doing okay, but she wasn't going to come like that – at least, not this first time. So another shift of my weight, and I sneaked my hand in between us and got my thumb on her clit. Her little gasp told me that this was both unexpected and welcome. Soon she was bringing her hips up to meet me, and my thrusts were getting faster and more urgent. I was going to blow any second. I could tell she was close, but I was racing her to the edge and I was afraid I might win. I leaned forward and whispered, "Come for me now, Stacey baby. Come around my cock. Come for your horny Uncle Bob. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeezing me hard while you're cumming. Take it baby, take it my sweet. Take it now." "Uncle Bob – I'm – I'm so near. Not quite …" I took a chance. "Open your hot, wet pussy, Stacey. Swallow my big cock like a good little girl. Fuck yourself on my dick. Let it fuck you hard and deep." I felt the first spasm, gripping me so hard I thought it would squeeze my cum out of my ass. It had worked – a bit of dirty talk was all she needed to go over the edge and into that swirling whirlpool of orgasm. Like I said, Stacey likes to make a lot of noise when she comes, and she hollered and squeaked and squealed like a dirty little angel. And after about twenty nanoseconds I was doing the same, only in a lower register, as her throbbing little cooze milked my cock so hard that I filled that condom with as much spunk as my over-taxed balls could summon up. We held each other until we'd both come down from our orgasmic cloud, gently kissing, both of us grinning like idiots. When I finally, reluctantly pulled out of her, it was mostly to stop the condom from sliding off inside her. I rolled over onto my back and she immediately moved on top of me and covered me in kisses. "Uncle Bob, that was soooo rad! Thank you. It felt real good and I came so hard." She kissed me again. Then she reached down and pulled off the wet rubber, holding it up and admiring the contents. "Hey, looks like you came pretty good too!" Then she did something I've only ever seen in porn movies; she picked up the used condom and poured the contents into her mouth, sticking out her tongue to show me the white puddle before swallowing it. "Mmmm! Delicious!" she giggled. "I just love the taste of your cum." Then she slid down to my crotch and took my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking the rest of the cum from off my now softened dick. I was astonished and delighted. Then she shimmied back up my body and snuggled down against me. She'd done this so many times before as a child, seeking the warmth, comfort and loving reassurance of being close to her favorite uncle, especially during the dark days of the divorce, around six years ago. In those days, I'd occasionally let her sleep alongside me, as a parent would with a distressed child, and loved the feel her trusting closeness. She was the beautiful daughter I would probably never have, and, as she often told me, her best friend in all the world. And now here she was, lying naked on top of me, cum dribbling out of her mouth – my cum – and smiling like the cat that got the cream. Our relationship had taken a new, exciting and somewhat scary turn. As we drifted off to sleep in each others' arms, I just couldn't help wondering where it might go next. * * * * * Many thanks to my patient editors, CopperSkink and "L'Angelo Mysterioso", for your invaluable help with this. Chapter 2 on its way very soon!

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