β You’re home?β I didn’t recognized the woman’s voice.
β Yes, of course.β Not only was she talking to me on my land-line phone, it was after 2 in the morning.
β I’m coming right over, so don’t leave.β She hung up, not giving me a chance to ask who it was or why she was coming over so late at night.
Forty minutes later, I heard a loud banging on my bedroom window. I have a ground-level apartment in a multi-unit building that is part of a large complex.
After I buzzed the door and waited in my apartment’s open door, my sixteen-year-old niece came down the hall. She was crying.
When I saw her, I placed the voice on the phone. It had been her mother, my brother’s ex-wife.
I hadn’t seen her niece since my brother’s divorce three years before, when she’d been 13. My brother is a top sergeant in the Army, in Afghanistan.
So far as I knew, my niece still lived with her mother. βWhat happened, sweetie? Where is she?β
I let her in and she sat on my couch. I sat next to her. For a long time she just cried. I put my arms around her.
Once she’d calmed somewhat, I repeated my question. βWhat happened? Where’s your mom?β
β She drove off. She only got out to bang on your window. She pulled me out of the car and left me here. I was crying and she was so angry. She just drove off.β
β What’s wrong? Have you two been fighting?β
β She called me names.β
β What names?β
β Slut, whore, tramp.β
β What happened, did she catch you with a boy?β They were very religious. So was my brother.
In spite of her tears, my niece giggled. βShe caught me with Fred.β
β Fred is your boyfriend?β
β No, he is her boyfriend.β
β Caught you doing what with him?β
β He was in my room. She was asleep, was supposed to be asleep.β
I felt a flash of anger and fear. βHe was molesting you?β I love my niece.
She didn’t answer.
β Was he touching you?β
β Yes. He makes me take off everything. He fingers me and makes me suck him, makes me swallow all his goo so that there’ll be no evidence. β She stressed the last word. βHe even makes me open my mouth to show that I swallowed it. He said that I couldn’t tell anyone because no one would believe me without evidence. And now that mom caught him, she blames me, as if I seduced him!β
β That’s terrible, sweetie.β I felt rage.
She giggled even though she was still crying. βLike I’d want him, want Fred. He doesn’t bathe and he smells even when he does. He says nasty things when he drinks and gets so angry. He hits her, but she loves him. She makes excuses for him all the time. She met him at our church, one of the brothers. They are going to get married.β
I knew that my former sister-in-law went to church every Sunday and spent a lot of time there during the week too. My brother was religious too.
I didn’t know what to say. I felt like murdering Fred, and I imagined beating his head with my ball-peen hammer until his blood and his brains oozed out of his ears.
β Can I stay here?β she asked.
β Of course, sweetie. I can sleep on the couch, and we can see if they have a two-bedroom tomorrow.β
My unit only had one bedroom, and we were sitting on the couch.
β No, uncle Mike, I can sleep on the couch, and we don’t need to find a more expensive place.β
βMy old couch is pretty lumpy.β I knew because I sometimes fell asleep on it while watching TV. I have a small TV next to my bed, but I seldom watch it.
β So you shouldn’t give up your bed for me.β
I laughed because we were already arguing. I’d never had any children, so I had only ever imagined what it would be like to have teenagers.
She was still clinging to me, crying.
β Did your mom leave you any clothes?β
She laughed again and tried to swallow her tears. βNo. She yelled at me when she caught Fred in my room, and Fred went out, banging the door. She told me to get dressed and then just dragged me out to the car, made me get in. She was yelling at me and calling me filthy names the whole time.β
β Maybe your mom will come to her senses and throw Fred out and take you back.β
β I don’t want to ever go back, even if Fred is gone for good.β
β Okay, you can stay here, as long as you want, if that’s what you want.β
I sat there holding her while she cried. After a long time, she seemed to fall asleep. I tried to get up, to go into my own room, go to my bed, but she woke, when I tried to disentangle myself from her arms.
She wasn’t crying any more, but she still clung to me.
β I need to lie down, sweetie, and you need to lie down too.β
β Can I sleep next to you tonight?β
β Sure, honey.β
We went into my room. I have a queen-sized bed. βYou want to wash up or something? You can wear one of my tee-shirts. I can call in tomorrow, take a personal day, and we’ll go shopping for you in the morning.β
β I don’t want to be any trouble.β
β You’re not, sweetie.β
β I need to pee, and I guess I should wash my panties for tomorrow. Mom didn’t even give me time to put on a bra.β
I’d never liked my sister-in-law. She was whiny, sanctimonious and self-righteous.
I realized that my niece was going to sleep next to me in just a tee-shirt, with nothing on under it.
β Sure, honey, you can leave your undies to soak in the sink or hang them up in the tub.β
β That won’t bother you?β
β No, of course not.β
β Mom didn’t like that, me leaving my undies hanging in the bathroom.β
β I’m not your mom. Besides, what else can we do? It’s too late to use the washer and the dryer.β We were not supposed to use them after 9 P.M. or before 7 A.M. so as to avoid bothering other tenants.
She giggled. βI guess you’re right. Can I take a shower?β
β Sweetie, my home is your home now.β
β Thanks, uncle Mike.β
I laid down while she was in the bathroom and pulled the covers up over me.
I’d put on my sweatpants after I’d gotten the mystery call. I normally sleep naked, other than a tee-shirt.
I lay there, while she was in the bathroom, listening to the shower run. I’d left the light next to my bed on, so that she could see her way in the unfamiliar bedroom.
When she came back, she had the towel wrapped around her hips. Her pert, teenage b-cup breasts were bare. I realized that she’d not taken one of my tee-shirts into the bathroom with her because I’d forgotten to tell her where they were.
My eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. But she sort of smirked at me.
I pointed and said, βMy tee-shirts are in the second drawer from the bottom.β
She went and got one of them, and, with her back to me, dropped her towel and slipped the tee-shirt on, but not before I got a good look at her round, sexy, sixteen-year-old butt, as well as the rest of the her back and the back of her legs of her completely naked body. She even bent over for a few seconds.
She came and crawled in bed with me and snuggled against me and put her arms around me. Her body felt warm and soft, and she smelled delicious.
I put my arms around her. She clung to me and began to cry again. After a long while, she said, βThank you, uncle Mike.β
β Sure, sweetie, no problem. You’re my favorite niece.β
β I’m your only niece.β
I laughed, but she didn’t. Within a few minutes, she was asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. She was far too distracting.
I awoke with a start during the night. Her head was on my chest, and she had slipped her hand into my loose-fitting sweatpants. She was holding my hard cock. She was snoring lightly, so I knew that she was asleep.
I gently pulled her hand away from my penis and out of my pants. I got up and went into the bathroom, peed and then jacked off. I washed up and slipped back into bed with her.
When I woke up in the morning, she was holding my cock again, and it was hard again. She was still asleep.
I lay there wondering what I should do. I decided to let her wake up and discover for herself where her hand was, if it was still there when she awoke.
It wasn’t easy, but I fell back asleep that way, with her holding my erect penis.
When I woke up, she was cooking us breakfast. She’d put on her clothes from the night before.
I called into work and took the day off. I told her that there was a washer and a drier in the building. She went into the bathroom and I heard the shower running again. She came out in just her lavender panties, with her apple-sized teenage titties staring me in the face.
My eyes popped again, and she giggled and asked, βDoes it bother you? I don’t have anything to wear.β
I stammered that it was okay, that my house was hers, again, and that she could put on another tee-shirt if she wanted, saying that I could wash her panties too. She peeled them off right in front of me. Her pussy was completely bald. I was looking too, with my mouth open. βI’m sorry, uncle Mike. I guess I’m used taking my stuff off in front of Fred when mom wasn’t around. He made me do it, made me shave down there too.β
β It’s okay, my house is your house now,β I repeated, felling like a doofus for saying the same thing over and over. But I couldn’t think about anything but her breasts and the rest of her almost naked body. A girl in just her panties had always excited me very much, and her little body was both beautiful and sexy.
She went in my room and came out in a tee-shirt. I watched her round little butt wiggle back and forth as she walked away until she went into my room.
Once I had washed and dried her stuff, along with some towels and some my own clothes, she took them into my room and came out dressed as she had been when her mother dropped her off.
We talked about my taking her to school to register for the high school in my town.
She said, βI feel shy about going around in a tee-shirt with no bra,β so we talked about going out to buy her some new clothes.
I got her one of my leather jackets, a bomber, and she put it on and zipped it all the way up. It was very big on her.
We went shopping, and I bought her clothes, letting her pick out what she wanted.
Her mother has always dressed her conservatively, and, despite her complete immodesty around me, she chose long skirts and long-sleeved shirts for herself.
She asked if she could get her undies in Victoria’s Secret. βMom never let me shop there. She called the Victoria’s Secret models Jezebels and fallen women.β
In the Victoria’s Secret store, she asked me what I thought of each thing that caught her eye. βDo you like this?β βDo you like that?β βDo you think I’d look cute in this?β
With her wearing some of her new clothes, including a bra, I also took her to my town’s high school, to enroll her. I live some distance from her new school, so they told her where the bus stop was. It was already past 1pm, and we told them that she’d be starting tomorrow.
Once home again, she set out to clean my apartment. I’m fairly neat and more than fairly clean, but she wasn’t satisfied. She even rewashed all my dishes and pans, and she washed the inside of fridge and the freezer.
I heard her happily singing songs from her church as she cleaned.
I took a shower before bed, and went into my room.
Right before I did so, I said, βYou have school tomorrow. You should hit the hey soon.β
β I know. I’m just going to take a shower.β
I lay there listening to her shower again. Unlike the night before, she sang in the shower, more songs from her church. She hadn’t bought pajamas or a nightie. I was hoping that she’d come into my room again, with just her towel around her waist again, to get a tee-shirt, so that I could see her perfect titties again.
Instead, she came into my room naked. βCan I borrow another tee-shirt?β
Her chocolate-brown nipples looked hard and pointy. Her areolae are about the size of the old Kennedy half-dollars. I could see just the top of the bare gash between her legs. Her belly was flat, her waist narrow, and her hips swelled very nicely and her legs were long.
β Sure, sweetie, you can always help yourself. You wearing them saves me money on p.j.’s for you.β
She giggled and went over to my chest of drawers. Still completely naked, but with her back to me, she bent over and rummaged in my drawer and put on one of my black tee-shirts. I’m over six feet tall, so it went down almost to her knees.
β Fred made me sleep naked, so that he could sneak into my room to finger me or just look at me whenever he wanted.β She came along side my bed. βThat couch is lumpy. Can I sleep with you again?β
β I guess, but I usually sleep in just a tee-shirt too, so I better put my sweatpants on.β
She said, βThat’s okay, uncle Mike. You know that I saw Fred, even had his nasty cock in my mouth like dozens of times, so you ain’t got nothing I ain’t seen before.β
β You sure it won’t bother you, sweetie?β
She was still fixated on Fred and the things that he’d made her do. βHe even made me show him my pussy too whenever mom wasn’t looking, made me lift my nightie to show him.β She lifted her tee-shirt and opened her legs to show what her mother’s boyfriend had made her do. βI hated it. He’d look at me with this creepy look on his face.β
I was looking at her bald little pussy.
β He even made me flash him my tits.β She lifted her shirt even higher, showing me her breasts.
She giggled and dropped the hem of her tee-shirt and crawled into bed next to me.
I asked, βDoes it bother you when I look at you?β
β No, you don’t look at me all creepy like Fred did, and besides, I love you. I guess that if it bothered me I’d cover up. But with all the stuff he made me do, it’s like we could do anything, even have sex all the time, and it wouldn’t bother me.β
I started to speak, but she interrupted, βI mean you and me. If we fooled around, it wouldn’t bother me at all, since and I did so much, and I love you so much.β
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I only said, βI want you feel at home here and feel so comfortable with me.β
She snuggled against me. βI like this, uncle Mike. Can I sleep with you every night?β
β I guess so, sweetie. I sure like it too. But you can’t tell anyone, okay?β
β Okay, I promise.β I laid back on my back with my head on my pillow, and she put her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach. I put my arm over her.
She said, βThis is so nice.β
β Yes, it is.β
β I don’t want to go back to mom’s.β
β I understand. You can stay here as long as you want.β
β I hate her.β
β You shouldn’t talk that way about your mom.β
β Fred snuck in my room every night. How could she not know?β
β I don’t know, sweetie.β
β She knew that I’d started sleeping naked, but she didn’t say anything. He used to pull me on his lap, with her right there.β She started to cry. βThen he started with tickling me when she was in the other room, cooking or sewing or whatever, but then after a while, he’d do it right in front of her, and she’d get up and go in the other room, like she didn’t want to see what he was doing.β
β Your mom should’ve watched out for you.β
β Sometimes he tickled my butt and my boobies. After a while, he started pulling my nightie up and pulling down my panties to smack and tickle my bare butt like I was a little kid instead of a girl my age. I giggled and pretended that I liked it. But then he started fingering me. When he started doing that, I stopped giggling whenever he did it, and then he started sneaking in my room at night.β
She paused and lay there, just crying, and, after a long while, added, βBut I hated it, hated him so much, and hated mom too for letting it happen.β
β I bet. It’s a terrible thing, sweetie.β I simply didn’t know what to say.
β The worst part was, sometimes, most times, after a while, it felt so good, really really good. Every day I hoped he wouldn’t do it, but then after a while, when he when was doing it, fingering me, it felt so good that I didn’t want him to stop. It hurt at first, he did it so rough, but then I started to like it, even loved it when he was really rough because it felt so good.β
She pulled back the covers, uncovering both of us, and pulled up her tee-shirt half-way up her flat belly again and opened her legs, showing me. βSee how he even made me shave smooth down here? He used to stick three and even four fingers all the way into me while he licked me.β
I was looking again. Her hairless sixteen year old pussy was right in my face. She was leaking a white foam.
β I get so wet when I think about it, sometimes.β She reached down and touched the foam.
She’d pulled back the covers off me too, and my semi-hard penis was right out in the open. She was looking back and forth between my face and my cock, smirking again.
Her eyes are somewhere between gray and sky blue. Her pussy was a beautiful little thing. Its lips were slightly parted. I could see that she was very wet.
She asked, βIt doesn’t bother you that I showed you?β She was still holding the hem of her tee-shirt up, with her legs parted, showing me her pussy.
β No, it’s okay.β
She giggled. βI guess I’m just so used to showing it to Fred.β
She said, βI never saw a guy before, other than Fred. Yours is different. It’s bigger than his, thicker and bigger, even when you’re soft, and the head is different.β
β I’m circumcised. Maybe he isn’t.β
β What does that mean?β she asked.
β Does he have like a sheaf of skin that covers the head?β
β Yes, it does. I hated it, but yours doesn’t bother me.β
β The skin pulls back, I think, to uncover the head.β
β His was like that, so that the skin pulled back. He showed me how to pull the skin back.β She made a face and giggled. βHis sort of smelled like nasty cheese when I’d pull the skin back, and it tasted sour and nasty too. I’d hold my breath at first. I felt like he was using my mouth to wash his penis clean, since after I sucked him until he shot the goo into my mouth it didn’t smell as bad.β
I said, βA doctor cut that skin off when I was a baby, but uncircumcised guys haven’t had it cut off.β I didn’t really know, had only a vague idea, what an uncircumcised penis was like.
β I kinda like looking yours, but I hated his. This morning, I when I woke up, I had yours in my hand. I guess I reached into your sweatpants when we were sleeping. I even thought about sucking it, thought about what it would be like if you fingered me and how good it would feel.β She started to cry again.
I pulled the covers back over us, and she put her head on my shoulder.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I said, βThat stuff feels good, but you should only do it with someone you love and someone who loves you.β
β I know. Mom never let me talk to guys my age, even at church, so I feel shy around them. Guys your age scare me, because of Fred, I guess, but I love you and I feel safe with you.β
β Sometimes girls who that stuff happens to become sluts.β
β I know. I’m only gonna do it with someone I love and who loves me.β
β Good, sweetie. Just one guy at a time too, one boyfriend at a time.β
β I know. I love you, uncle Mike.β
β I love you too, sweetie.β
β I’m glad. I missed you so much. You used to visit us all the time, especially after my dad went away.β
Her father had been in the Army Reserves, but he had re-enlisted in the regular Army after 9-11. First he had been sent to Germany and then to Kuwait. Ten years before that, he had been in the first Gulf War, to liberate Kuwait. After 9-11 he took part in the invasion of Iraq. He was in Afghanistan.
β I missed you too, very much. Your mom wouldn’t let me visit.β
β I know.β I reached over brushed a few tears away from her beautiful face.
We lay there, with her head on my chest, talking about her father, until I fell asleep.
When I woke up, she was asleep, but she was holding my hard penis again, only this time she hadn’t had to reach into my sweatpants since I wasn’t wearing anything from the waist down. And I knew that she was naked under her tee-shirt. And not only had I seen her breasts, I’d seen her pussy, including just a few hours before, with her legs open to show me.
I didn’t push her hand away. I just lay there. It had been a long time since a woman had held my cock, aside from a nurse who had given me a swab test a few years back.
I’m fifty-one. I usually need to pee at least once during the night. After a while, unable to wait any more with my painfully full bladder, I pushed her hand away and went to pee. I jacked off too, sitting on the toilet with the lid closed.
When I came back and crawled back into bed, she muttered something, half in her sleep, and put her head back on my chest and took my small soft penis back into her hand.
I had washed my cock after I’d peed and jacked off. It was cold, and her hand was warm.
I lay there for a long time, unable to sleep.
In the morning, I woke up first. She was still holding my penis. Even though I’d jacked off only a couple hours before, I woke up hard again.
Afraid to embarrass her, I pretended to be asleep. She woke up and stoked my hard cock a few times.
She got up and went into the bathroom, showered again and dressed, and then cooked us breakfast. I dropped her off at school and went into work a little early.
My conscience and my erotic fantasies about her had struggled with each other most of that day, so that I’d gotten little actual work done.
My desires had won out, and that night, I had a plan. Before I went to bed, I turned the heat up. If you set it at 70 degrees or above, slowly my apartment becomes unbearably warm.
As usual, she came in our room, naked, and gave me a little show as she chose a tee-shirt and then put it on.
I didn’t hide that I was watching, but still she didn’t say anything about it, but she did smirk at me when she came to bed.
I woke first. Her hand was holding my cock again, and I was hard again. I woke her, saying that it was too warm. She dropped my cock and giggled nervously.
β I’m so sorry, uncle Mike.β
I laughed and she giggled.
β I had it in my hand yesterday morning too, when I woke up. Does it bother you?β
β No, honey, I guess not.β I laughed. βIt’s been a long time since a girl as pretty as you touched it, and besides, I bet if we slept with your back to me, I’d snuggle up against you and you’d be the one waking up with my hands holding your titties.β
She giggled. βI’d probably love that!β
I laughed and said, βMe too! But you’d wake up with my hard penis poking you in the butt too.β
She giggled. βI don’t wear panties at night.β
β I know.β
We were both laughing.
β I only wear them when I have my period, and my put me on pills that make it so that I only get my period once every. Fred never tried to put in my pussy, and of course no other guy did either, so if we woke up with in me, it’d beΒ my first time!” She was giggling.
I turned on the light and got up and went and turned down the heat, but I knew that it took a while for the apartment to cool down enough to be comfortable to sleep again.
When I came back, she noticed that my tee-shirt was too short. I’d chosen it, one that had shrank in the wash, as part of my nefarious plan to seduce her, or at least to see how far she would go with me. I was pulling the tee shirt down, to cover myself. You can never tell which brands will shrink, and I had several tee-shirts that were either too small or too big for me.
β I need to sleep on top of the covers.β
She said, βMe too. It’s really warm in here.β
β It happens sometimes.β
We threw the covers off the bed. I was still pulling my tee-shirt down to cover myself.
β I prefer to wear the ones that don’t fit or the old ones to bed, so that I can save the good ones for during the day.β
β Does it bother you that I borrow your tee-shirts? At home, Fred made me sleep naked. I could do that every night, if you don’t want me to wear your tee-shirts.β
I laughed nervously.
β I guess I could wear your old ones, instead,β she said, giggling, βif you don’t mind my pussy out in the open.β
I laughed and didn’t respond to what she was saying about her wearing my tee-shirts. I wanted her to decide on her own. Instead I said, βI guess I should change into another tee-shirt or put my sweatpants on.β
She was sitting on the top sheet in just one of my tee-shirts. It came to about the middle of her thighs.
β It won’t bother me, uncle Mike. I saw it already. It’s too warm for you to put your sweatpants on, and I saw his every night for like a month before mom caught us. He liked to look at my body, especially my boobies and down there, between my legs, so he always turned the light on, even though that meant that mom might catch him. So I always saw his penis.β When she talked about him, she looked like she was going to cry. But then she smirked at me and added, βBesides, I saw yours and even touched it, twice.β
β You sure, honey? I could just put a different one on.β
β Does it bother you when I walk around in just my panties or when you see me naked?β
β No, sweetie, you’re beautiful. Guys like looking at pretty girls, and I want you to feel comfortable, feel that you can do want you want in our home.β
β Do you like looking at me? I know that guys like to look at naked girls.β
I just laughed nervously.
β I guess that’s why I don’t feel shy with you seeing me, since he looked at me so much. I think I’d feel shy about anyone else, but I love you.β She seemed to think a lot about Fred and the things that he made her do.
β I wish that none of that happened between you and him. It was wrong.β
But she went on, βIt’s so warm still. Would it bother you if I took my tee-shirt off? You already saw my boobies and my pussy, and I’m sure you’ve seen girls before.β She had stopped looking sad and gone back to the smirking.
β Sure, sweetie, it’d be okay. You could put a pair of your new panties on, if you want.β
β I don’t need them, if you don’t mind.β
She was already taking her tee-shirt off.
Her upturned, pear-sized breasts are pert and beautiful, and she has long, thick, curly blond hair.
She giggled and said, βI showed you mine, so now it’s your turn.β
I let go of the tee-shirt and it slowly shrunk back up over my penis and then the bottom of my belly.
I was semi-hard, and my cock was jutting right out.
She was looking at it, and I was looking at her body. She was lying on the bed, her legs open several inches, so that I could clearly see her pussy. I was standing next to the bed, making no effort to hide myself from her eyes.
β I never saw another guy’s, other than his.β She added, giggling, βHe even taught me how to take it all the way into my mouth. He’d hold my hair, pushing and pulling my head back and forth while his nasty cock went in and out. I had to cover my teeth with my lips so that I wouldn’t scrape it or bite it. At first it was so gross, but I guess I got used to it, even got used to him spurting his sticky goo into my mouth, with me having to swallow every drop.β
β But does seeing mine make you feel grossed out or anything, make you think of his or him?β
β No. I kinda liked looking at it. I hated him, and I love you, so it’s not the same, I guess. Yours is different, like we talked about, not nasty like his.β
I laughed. βGood. Not that I want to walk around naked in front of you all the time.β
She giggled and said, βDarn, darn, darn,β teasing me. βI love the way you smell. You shower every day, and you use soap. He always smelled so gross. I used to wonder how mom could stand it. He slept in her bed, and it got to smell nasty like him.β
I was still looking at her naked teenage body. I struggled with my self, with my desires and with my better nature, the part of me that knew that she was my niece.
β Sweetie, we gotta be careful. We sleep in the same bed. Things could get out of hand.β
β If you wanted me to, I’d suck you every night, and in the morning too, whenever you wanted.β she said, her voice low, more a rasping whisper.
β You don’t have to do that. I’m not Fred.β
βI know that you’re not him. I woke up yesterday morning with your penis in my hand too, this morning too, so that was two mornings in a row. It was much bigger than his. I thought about sucking it, thought of you waking up that way, with it in my mouth, moving in and out of my mouth like he taught me. I thought about making you feel so good. I sort of even wanted to suck it and take it all the way in my mouth, even kinda wanted to feel your goo shoot into my mouth and to swallow it for you, to know that I’d done that for you and not him, since I love you so much. Sometimes I wish that you’d finger me too. I bet if you did that to me that it would feel so good.β
β I don’t think that that would be a good idea.β But in spite of my words, my cock grew to full mast.
She watched it grow and said, βI can keep a secret. I never told on Fred.β
β I’m not worried about that. It’s just that some people, a lot of people, would say that it’d be wrong.β
She giggled. βLike the doofus people at church.β
β Yes, and a lot of other people too.β
β It feels so good when he fingered me. He’d jam three fingers in me, and sometimes he’d lick me and put two fingers all the way into my butt, too.β
She took my hand and opened her legs wide and pulled my hand to her pussy. I let her put my hand on her vulva. It was so warm and wet, and it was leaking white foam again.
β Sweetie, if we start, I’ll fuck you too, want to fuck you every night.β
β It’s okay, I’ll let you, let you do whatever you want, even. Mom took me to the clinic and put me on the those pills after Fred started teasing me, and the doctor said that I can’t get pregnant, even though mom said that they were vitamins. Fred never did it to me, and I never did anything with another guy, but I’ll let you whenever you want.β
Her hand had found my cock again. She started to stroke it. βIf you want, I’ll just suck you whenever you want. You don’t have to finger me, if you don’t want, don’t have to fuck me, even, if you don’t want to or don’t think it right. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.β
She slid onto the carpeted floor in front of me and took my cock into her mouth and pushed her head toward me so that my seven-inch cock disappeared completely into her mouth.
She pulled back and coughed and laughed and said, βIt’s thicker and it went a lot deeper and felt so weird, so I gotta open my mouth a lot wider. I know that you want it to go all the way in.β
β That was great sweetie. You don’t need to take it all the way in if it hurts.β
β I want to do it right for you. Sit on the edge of the bed. I want to look at your face when I do it.β
I sat with my legs open and she crawled oven, on her knees, giggling. She said, βI feel so happy right now! I love it so much, doing it to you instead of him. Please, let me suck you every day!β
She took it in all the way into her mouth again, and she took my hand and put it on the back of her head. I gripped her hair and guided her as she sucked me, pulling and pushing her head and her mouth back and forth on my cock, so that my cock slid easily and smoothly in and out of her mouth.
She looked up at my face, looked into my eyes, and her eyes were very excited.
Fred had taught her very well. It only took a couple minutes for me to moan and cry out and to shoot inside her mouth. She kept moving her head back and forth as she did it, with only my cock-head and the last three inches of the shaft my cock sliding in and out of her hot wet mouth.
β Oh, god, sweetie, that was so good.β
β I loved doing it for you, really did, uncle Mike. Yours tastes good too, not like Fred’s, which smelled kinda like onions and smelly fish.β
I stood up. I pulled her up and then pushed her by her shoulders so that she fell onto her butt and back onto the bed. I pulled her by her knees and pushed them open and knelt and pushed my face into her pussy.
She giggled the whole time.
She was drenched. I sucked and licked her and she came even more quickly than I had. But she kept cumming. She came and came, and got wetter and wetter.
All the while she moaned, βoh, oh, oh, oh, don’t stop!β
Afterward, we lay on top of the bare bed, laughing and talking, until it got cool enough again to get under the covers.
I woke in the morning with my cock in her mouth. She was sucking it gently, slowly sliding it in and out of her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on it.
When she realized that I was awake, she wanted to climb on top of it, and I let her. She slowly lowered herself on it. It went right in. I guess that Fred had fingered her so much that her hymen was completely broken.
She rode my cock up and down, getting more excited as she did it.
“I love you, uncle Mike.”
“I love you too, sweetie.”
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