10 comments/ 67206 views/ 6 favorites Amber in the Basement By: a_libertine Here is the third chapter of Amber's story, or Steve's, which started as a one off story has grown into something else altogether. If you are new to the story line, it might behoove you to start with "Amber" then read "Amber at Home," then this one. Everyone in the story is at least eighteen As always, please vote. There are five stars at the end of the story, choose one and let me know how I did. If you want to put some information into the feedback, leave a comment. I had driven home slowly staring at the text from Meredith, "I know what you did." I decided to take the bravado route and replied, "?" Her near immediate response was, "Be there tonight to discuss." 'Fucking great' I thought. Maureen and Yvonne were in Michigan visiting Maureen's Mom; I was barely into my annual bachelor time. To cap off day one, I would have to deal with an angry sister, who probably thought I had fucked her daughter, rightly so. Pouring myself a whiskey I gulped it down and deliberated on how the day will progress; or more precisely 'tonight.' Around 5:00 the doorbell rang and I opened it with a sense of dread. My Anxiety turned out to be misplaced as Kim stood at the door. Amber has the greatest tits I ever had the pleasure of touching and playing with by far. Kim though was in a league of her own. She was the prototypical cheerleader; five foot two tall she weighed all of 90 or 95 pounds. She was always happy and chipper. She was the type of kid you loved to hate, or hated to love. Her ass and legs were hard as rocks, as was her entire body. B cup tits were constantly caressed by her long black hair, which always had the look of being freshly done. Her dark brown eyes looked as if they were in the middle of a joke and had the appearance of melted milk chocolate. She was nothing short of fantastically gorgeous, perfectly proportioned. To top it off, she was a pretty great kid despite of her mother. She could command a room if she wanted, but never did, always enjoying other's pleasure while they were the center of attention. "Hey Kim, come on in." I said. "Hi Steve, I am here for Amber's bag; I can't believe she forgot it here." Kim said as she nearly skipped into the house. We walked through to the kitchen where Kim grabbed the bag. Turning to me she asked, "Steve, what happened?" I looked at her like I had no idea what she was talking about asking, "What do you mean?" "Well, Meredith and Amber have been fighting all day; Amber is threatening to move out if Meredith doesn't chill." Kim said. "They have always fought Kim, you know that. They can be pretty nasty to each other." Kim sat down at the kitchen table, her voice bordering exasperation, "Yes, I know. But this is different. There is an undercurrent of something that I do not understand." Looking at Kim, I once again wondered what it would be like to fuck her up the ass. This time however, the image of Amber sitting below me sucking my balls while I was doing so, stirred my cock enough. I sat down opposite Kim before she noticed the rapidly hardening appendage. "Well, what did Amber tell you?" "Nothing really other than she had the greatest birthday ever," Kim said morosely. I chuckled saying, "Well, I am glad to hear that." I couldn't imagine how that would have caused a negative reaction, but Kim flashed me a look that was gone as fast as it had appeared, containing anger, jealousy or something. "She told me about what happened at the theater last night." Kim's voice was more guarded than I had ever heard from her before. "Oh?" "About how the woman played with your cock until you came." Kim's voice still held the same strained neutrality. "Did she tell Meredith?" I asked. Kim nodded and said, "It was some story. Does that kind of thing happen often on your dates with Amber?" I shook my head, "No. That is the first time anything outside the ordinary ever happened on date night." Kim's eyes pooled as she asked, "Was it the last thing?" I have to admit the girl had a future as an interrogator if she wanted one, or perhaps I wasn't being guarded enough, which had to change. "I don't know what you mean, Kim," I said. Kim sighed, "Okay, well, I need to go and give Amber her bag back." Standing up, her perfect ass swayed tantalizingly before me as she started walking toward the front door. With a dry mouth, I followed far enough behind her to be able to ogle her ass as it swayed left and right. I could feel myself stirring at the sight before me; thinking I really need to get a grip on myself; figuratively this time. I was getting out of control with all the lusty thoughts lately. I wasn't prepared for it when Kim stopped at the door. She wrapped one arm around my shoulders, giving me a hug. Pressing her torso into me, she couldn't have helped but feel my half hard cock press against her. Her body certainly had a youthful hardness which was how I had imagined it. She felt great, better than great. The heat of her stomach pressing against my rigid prick sent a thrill through my body that I was still enjoying as I heard her say, "Good night, Steve." I watched her walk to her car as I involuntarily licked my lips once or twice. Kim waved as she climbed in, gracing me with a smile before she drove off. Heading back through the house I poured a whiskey then stepped outside to drink it while smoking a cigarette or two. I put some music on the system that fed outside and sat drinking, trying like hell not to think of hard bodies, soft bodies and pissed off sisters. It was terribly difficult to find that center of balance that had served me so well over the years. I was excited. My breathing came in short little pants, my body so sensitive that normal wear and rub of clothing, especially my underwear, turned me on. I don't know if I ever felt so damned ALIVE. The music was soothing, the whiskey delicious and the smokes delightful as I sat on the patio watching the sun on its downward trek for the night. I wasn't really paying attention, but was not surprised when I heard the patio door open. Meredith said, "There he is, the great pervert," as she closed the door. "Hello Meredith." I was going to have to get control of this, but I didn't know what Amber had told her. "How could you, you bastard!" Meredith wasn't screaming yet, but sounded like she would soon. "How could I what? What is it exactly that you think I did?" I asked, taking a morally reprehensible position, but I thought it may just work. Meredith hissed, "You had my baby jack you off in my house today! Just like that whore did for you last night! DID YOU SET THAT UP TOO!?!?!?" By the time she got it all out, she was screaming, her face red in fury. I looked at her and waited. After a minute of soundlessly raging at me she snatched up my whiskey pounding it back like an expert lush. Grabbing my cigarettes she pulled one out, which I lit for her as she sat in the chair next to me. Expelling the smoke in a long breath, she finally turned to me. "Are you ready to listen Meredith, or do you want to continue to rant all night?" She took another drag and said, "Go ahead, this I have to hear." I turned toward her, leaned forward, elbows on my knees then softly said, "Yes, something happened at your house today, something she asked for, over and over..." "SHE'S A BABY YOU FUCKER!" Meredith screamed. "She maybe a baby," I started reasonably. "But she is old enough to make her own choices, and she is very curious about boys. Sex in particular it seems. How could she not be when her best friend's mother is never home because she is off fucking some dude?" I had scored a hit. I then lowered my voice, "Or when her mother is out every weekend doing the same thing." I didn't blame any of the guys Meredith slept with one bit. Had I met Meredith before Maureen, I would have been fucking her myself. In fact I have fantasized about hammering her hooch into docility more than once or twice over the years. Meredith was a certifiable brunette MILF. Standing about 5'9" inches tall she was sleek and sexy. She moved like she knew every man in town wanted to fuck her. She had that air about her that suggested, 'Just line them up, and then perhaps she would.' Her tits were significantly smaller than Amber's at a large B or small C cup. Her waist was tight, narrow, and firm. Her ass cheeks bubbled nicely; they never jiggled. Her legs were long, shapely, a study in classic lines. She possessed the second best lower body of the women I knew; a distant second to Kim, but great nonetheless. Years of sweating every day with Gilead kept her in great shape; fucking as much as I thought she did certainly wouldn't hurt her any. Meredith's face turned stony as she hissed, "At least I am not preying on children." "Your baby, like my own, is a young woman. She is no child and yes, I let her jack me off. Pray tell Meredith, which would you prefer? Someone you know is clean, allowing her to jack him off to offset her curiosity, or some dude off the street plugging her as many ways as he can think of?" "You are going to pay for this, Steve." Meredith said, her voice calm, which was in a way scarier than the raving of earlier. "You already know I will tell Maureen about it, so you can't hold that against me," I said. "You will not." Meredith said, dead certain she was right. Trying to burst this moment of confidence Meredith had, I said, "Sure I will. If I hide it then I am guilty of something, whereas if I tell her about it, I can let her know it was the most amazingly soft and gentle hand job I had ever received." She sat there and looked at me in shock. Her face an open book as the emotions that were warring in her played out. "Get me a beer, Steve," she finally said. I stood, went inside and packed a small cooler with six beers topping it with some ice. Filling an ice bucket I grabbed a bottle of whiskey then headed outside. Meredith was sitting on the lounge talking on the phone, "See you soon," hanging up as I arrived. I sat down as Meredith said, "I want to see it, Steve." I looked at her like I didn't know what she was talking about, which was the first truthful thing I had done since her arrival. "Your cock, I want to see your cock. Take it out." I laughed; it was a horribly derisive sound, "No fucking way, Meredith." "Yes, or I will tell Maureen you fucked Amber." Meredith's voice had an edge to it. I shrugged and said, "Go ahead. I'll tell her that you are lying about the whole fucking thing." "I'll get Amber to tell Maureen that you fucked her." Meredith threatened. That posed an interesting problem. Would Amber tell Maureen if Meredith threatened or forced her to? I really didn't know the answer to that one, which of course gave me pause. What to do? So I stalled, "Who is on their way?" "My ride," Meredith responded. "You didn't drive over?" I asked. "No, Kim was upset with Amber and I, she went home." Meredith said. "I see." "Did she come get Amber's bag at least?" Meredith asked. "Yes, around dinner time," I responded. "Did you fuck her too, or save that for your niece?" Meredith asked acidly. "No, but do you want to watch me when I do fuck her, that way you can see my cock?" I retorted. Meredith's eyes glazed over for a second as she whispered something that sounded like, "I wonder if it is worth sharing." I started laughing as I picked up my whiskey. "What?!" Meredith screeched. "You're fucking Kim," I stated. Meredith's face turned beet red as she said, "At least she isn't my niece." I leaned forward retorting, "You're right there, she is as much your second daughter as Amber is my niece. Does Amber know you are fucking her sister?" Meredith turned even redder as she started to stand up. I said, "No, sit your ass down Meredith. Does Amber know?" Meredith sullenly nodded her head. I sat in wonder puzzling it all out, then asked, "What is it like to kiss one daughter while the quim of your other daughter is on her lips?" Okay perhaps it was cruel, but I now had an advantage; there was no way in hell I was not going to exploit it. Meredith leaned forward, her face buried in the palms of her hands, sobbing quietly. Oh the righteous indignation of the morally corrupt, I almost hated myself as I said, "Tell you what; you can see my cock as soon as I see you fuck your daughters." Meredith hissed, "You are sick." "Yeah, if I am, so are you." I leaned back and thought it over a moment and said, "Truce? Look, we both have a lot to loose if Maureen finds out about our little secrets." Meredith nodded silently, her eyes downcast. In my softest voice, I said, "Tell me, Meredith, I want you to tell me what you do to Kim." She did too, in lurid detail. As I sat there listening to her exploits with Kim, my cock grew harder and harder. At one point I looked down, there was a dark spot in my shorts where pre-cum was soaking through. Meredith obviously saw it, because as the spot grew the more animated the story until toward the end, it seemed all was right with the world, most oddly with the two of us. I heard a horn honk and asked, "Your ride?" Meredith nodded, stood up, and then began heading inside. It was an interesting comparison between Kim and Meredith. Kim looked like she could crack walnuts between her ass cheeks as did Meredith. Meredith's ass seemed to roll as she walked, whereas Kim's didn't. I walked behind her until we reached the front door before I put a hand on Meredith's shoulder. She stopped, and then turned slowly to face me. My overactive cock was still hard as she glanced down at it. "Can I come back later, if..." I cut her off and said, "I am no one's fuck of last resort," and opened the door for her. Meredith whispered, "Can I stay with you then?" "What about your ride?" I asked, glancing out at the car in the driveway which looked familiar. "Ah, it's Amber out there." Meredith nodded silently, blushing slightly before she turned her head down a little. Looking at Meredith, I pondered the situation a minute and then took her right wrist into my hand. Turning on the hallway light, I gave Amber a perfect view as I guided Meredith's hand to my cock. "Maybe that is a little better than just looking at it," I whispered. Meredith sighed and stepped into me, wrapping her free hand around my shoulders while the hand around my cock remained, but tightened its grip. She whispered in my ear, "You are going to make love to Amber aren't you?" I nuzzled her neck whispering, "Do you want to watch, if I do?" My lips danced lightly across her neck, as I whispered. Meredith's only answer was the ferocious grip she held onto my cock with as she pumped me once. Letting go, she walked outside and I closed the door behind her. I leaned against the door a couple of minutes wondering what the fuck I was doing. It was bad enough to stick my dick into my niece and then cum all over her; but now, I had just forced my sister's hand around my hard cock. The next day was quiet; I avoided all complications that I could. I talked to Maureen a while; then Yvonne which helped get me back and centered a little. Maureen was planning to come home Friday which gave me a timeline. It was nice to have the house to myself amidst having to worry about everything that was going on. Going to bed on Sunday evening, I absently stroked my cock, pretty happy with my place in the world. Monday was a blazing day at work. As always there was too much to do with too little time to do it in. Around 2:00pm I received a text from Amber, "Dinner? 6:00?" I responded with a "Y" then sent it to her. Now that I had something to look forward to the rest of the day passed pretty quickly. Soon enough I was headed to Amber's house. Pulling up, I jumped out of the vehicle and walked to the door, knocking once before letting myself in. Amber came into the living area wearing a pair of black cotton shorts and a white tank top. As she hugged me her tits mashed against my torso. I could not help but moan at the feel of her against me. Leaning back a little, Amber maintained contact with me as she gave me a smile, "How was your day, Uncle Steve?" "It was fine, Amber." I responded. I then pulled her face to mine and kissed her in a way no uncle should ever kiss his niece. My tongue dove into her mouth searching it, exploring her. My hands pressed against the small of her back, forcing her against my cock. As I broke the kiss, I asked softly, "How was yours?" Amber's face was alight as she responded, "I have been looking forward to this all afternoon." "Oh?" I asked. "Come with me please, Uncle Steve." Amber whispered. She took my hands in hers leading me toward the back of the house. We walked past the dining room going into her mother's room. Sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed was Meredith, wearing damned near nothing, a black teddy and panties nothing more. Amber turned back to me whispering softly, "Mommy would like to watch you fuck me tonight." Warning signals were blaring in my head; I didn't know why, but I always listen when they do. "No fucking happening," I said and stormed out. I didn't even slow down until I was outside and headed to the suburban. I sat in the driver's seat, smoking a cigarette wondering about the situation, which felt like a set-up. Still I wanted to fuck Amber. The thought of Meredith watching us, did have a certain appeal. All I had to do is figure out how to get control of the situation. That control came when Amber came outside and climbed into the passenger side. "Why did you say no, Uncle Steve?" "Shut up Amber and take off the shorts and shirt. When your mother cracks open the door to see, throw them out the window at her," I said. We sat in silence for a good fifteen minutes before the door cracked. When it did, Amber threw her clothes at her mother. The door closed. A couple of minutes later it re-opened, revealing Meredith in a bathrobe. "Open the door for her and climb in the back," I said to Amber. Amber complied as she said, "Open door; get in back." As she settled in, I heard Amber whisper, "Uncle Steve's pleasure is the most important thing to me." My cock twitched as Meredith approached the open door. "Get in Meredith," I said. She looked at me askance. After a moment or two she climbed in. "Take the robe off and throw it out the window," I ordered. She looked at me flatly, saying, "No way." Staring into her eyes to reinforce I wasn't kidding I said, "Then get out." My voice was lower than usual, rumbling in my chest. After a couple of moments she unfastened the robe then tossed it out into the yard where it landed with a heavier thunk than one would expect from a robe. I got out of the suburban walking to their clothes and picked them up. Amber's of course had nothing unusual, when I picked up the robe, it felt heavy and I fished into the pocket and found a digital camera. I took everything inside, grabbed Amber's keys and locked the door on my way back out. I sat in the suburban staring at Meredith. I didn't say a thing, letting the entire communication take place in my scowl. I fired up the vehicle and drove off. We were about a block away when Amber asked, "Uncle Steve, where are we headed?" I glanced back in the rear view mirror, "To fuck the shit out of you." Both women in the vehicle gasped breathlessly as I kept driving. Twice Amber sat forward wrapping her hands around my chest whispering in my ear, "Uncle Steve's pleasure is the most important thing to me." Each time she did so, my cock recharged, getting a little harder. As I pulled into the garage at my house, I told them both to stay where they were then retrieved some items from the garage. A handful of long tie wraps, a stool and a nylon strap; I took my sundries downstairs, depositing them in the middle of the basement. I then went upstairs, grabbed a chair from the dining set which I then took into the basement as well. Amber in the Basement Walking back to the garage, I jerked the doors to the suburban open. "Come," I grunted. I heard Amber say, "I am coming Uncle Steve," as she climbed out. Meredith sat there sullenly and acted like she wasn't going to get out. Shrugging I thrust my hand into her black mane and yanked hard, her torso half way out of the suburban before her cry of surprise escaped her. I started walking off pulling her behind me; Meredith was struggling to keep her balance and almost fell a couple of times. Amber stood off to the side staring at us in horror. Into the house we went through the kitchen, I all but pulled Meredith down the stairs to my basement. Oddly it seemed to me, she wasn't screaming or anything, just trying to keep her feet under her. I slammed her into the chair in the basement and watched it rock back perilously before slamming back forward. Huffing and puffing I stood before her looking at Meredith and was shocked to see her nipples were rock hard, straining against the thin fabric of her teddy. I heard Amber on the stairs. "Amber, go get me a sharp knife," I said, half turning towards her. "I'll be right back with that sharp knife, Uncle Steve." Amber said. I walked around the chair, yanked Meredith's left arm back behind the chair and used a tie wrap to secure the upper arm in place. I then did the same to her right arm. Crossing her wrists, I lashed them together using another tie wrap. Amber came back with the knife as I stood looking at Meredith, wondering what to do next. My eyes found her shapely legs and an idea came almost immediately. "Go into the garage and get me the rope that is hanging on the wall." I said to Amber, without taking my eyes off of Meredith. Amber looked at her mother with wide eyes then turned to get the rope. I noted that she didn't repeat the order. Meredith looked up and whispered, "She didn't repeat this time, are you going to punish her?" The look in Meredith's eyes was a little off-putting. I didn't know why, but the look wasn't what I expected. I picked up the knife whispering, "You should be more worried about what I am going to do to you." I ran the back of the knife along the skin on top of her sternum, the edge slicing open the teddy she was wearing. Using the tip of the knife I flipped the teddy open and looked at Meredith. Her tits were indeed gorgeous, maybe a little too firm to be real, but time would reveal that. Her tummy was as flat as a tummy can be for a woman who has given birth by C-Section. Her areolas were about twice the size of her nipples, which were about the diameter of a camel wide cigarette. I repeated the process for the matching panties. Between her legs was the hairiest damned pussy I had ever seen. It looked like a briar patch protecting a pussy. Pointing at the mass between her legs with the tip of the knife, I said, "Shave that shit tomorrow, I want it perfectly hairless." Meredith looked at me a moment, then turned her eyes downward, whispering, "Yes, Steve." I had never heard that tone of voice from Meredith before. Looking at the top of her head, I noticed that my cock was nearly painfully hard. Amber returned gasping as she saw the sliced up teddy and panties. I took Meredith's right leg; spread it wide enough that the outside of the chair was pressing against her inner thigh. "Scoot up some or this will hurt." I said. Thrusting her hips forward, Meredith moved enough that her ass was barely on the chair. I tied her knee to the front leg of the chair and secured her ankle using a tie wrap to the back leg and repeated the process for her left leg. I had Meredith trussed up enough that she could not move anything other than her hands, feet and head. Taking her panties, I balled them up then shoved them into her mouth. "If you spit them out before I give you permission to, I will duct tape them in place, understand me?" Meredith nodded without looking at me, her eyes still staring at the floor. I tilted her head up forcing her to look at me. What I saw shocked me; I swear I saw lust and love in those eyes. I stood staring at her while Amber was standing to the side, like a slack jawed fucktoy, staring at the two of us. "Give me your panties." I told her. She wasted no time in taking them off whispering, "Here are my panties, Uncle Steve." I balled them up as well then shoved them into Meredith's throat. I took off my golf shirt and tossed it toward the laundry room door. Meredith's eyes widened as she stared at my bare chest. I rubbed my cock whispering, "Is this what you want to see?" Her head bobbed up and down vigorously. Teasingly, I said, "We'll see about that." I looked at Amber, "Tell mommy the rules so that she knows them." Amber looked at me, her expression inscrutable then said, "Yes, Uncle Steve, I will tell mommy the rules." Amber walked over to stand next to me, leaning in she laid her hand across my dick. In a dream-like tone she said, "The first rule, Mom, is that you are to repeat whatever Uncle Steve says back to him." I reached around and unhooked Amber's bra releasing her massive tits as she said, "The second rule, Mommy, is when Uncle Steve gives you an instruction, you are to obey instantly." Stepping behind Amber, I wrapped my arms around her, cupping her massive tits, flesh spilling over in every direction. Amber thrust her ass back, grinding against my swollen cock, forcing my breathing to become a little ragged. "The third rule, is while you are sexually active with Uncle Steve he owns your twat. You may only do what he instructs with it." Amber moaned as I squeezed her tits; she then breathed out, "That means no more sex unless he approves, no masturbating, nothing. It all belongs to him." I kicked my shoes off to the side then pressed my cock hard against the beautifully pliant ass in front of me. Amber's moans filled the basement as she rocked back to meet my meat. Moving my hand up to Amber's nipples, I pinched, pulled, twisted and tugged on them. Amber moaned again, her body quivering against me. "Please Uncle Steve, will you fuck me now?" I gently swatted Amber's ass, causing a moan from Amber and interestingly from her mother. "The fourth rule?" I said, smiling at her. I ran my hand down her slightly rounded belly cupping her twat in my hand. Amber then said, "The last rule so far is, every fifteen minutes you are to whisper to yourself 'Uncle Steve's pleasure is the most important thing to me.'" I could feel a heat and liquid build up in Amber's pussy as she said the mantra; I slipped my finger along her slit. The liquid heat began pouting out quickly wetting my finger to the second joint. Looking Meredith in the eyes, "Do you understand the rules Meredith?" I asked. There was something akin to relief, which continued my sense of unease, in her eyes as she nodded vigorously. Leaving over to Amber, I whispered, "Go upstairs and get your Aunt Maureen's sleeping mask." Glancing at her mother, Amber gave me a questioning look. I shook my head no, and off she went. Amber came back, holding it behind her ass, keeping the mask from her mother's sight. Amber worked her way around and behind Meredith. I nodded then said, "For your punishment for trying to set me up with a camera, you will not see my cock yet. You will listen as Amber sucks my dick." I was really charged up and didn't think I would last long regardless of who happened to touch my cock. I took the rest of my clothes off then sat on the couch directly behind Meredith. Amber knelt down in front of me and delicately took my shaft into her hand. It was a feathery grip Amber used as she rubbed it slowly, traveling from head to base and back up. "It's okay baby, just kiss the very tip of it for me," I said, my voice choked with lust. Amber leaned forward then puckered up like she was giving it a peck kiss, which is exactly what she did. I moaned as her soft full lips made contact with the top of my cock, moaning out, "Good baby, now do it again, this time like you are going to kiss me or Kim." This time she pulled on the shaft, bringing my cock to her and opening her lips slightly as she made contact. Her tongue slid out, across the bottom of the head where it joins with the shaft. I sucked in a gale of breath letting it out with a "GAAAAAAWwwwwwwwwd, yes." lovingly caressing her cheek and hand. "You are doing so well, honey, now do it again but this time open wide enough to take the head into your mouth." This time Amber swallowed the head of my cock into her mouth. She began swirling her tongue around like she was French kissing it. I groaned. My balls began to tighten and churn. I stood up, "Because you forgot to repeat the rope order, you do not get this, your mother does." Amber's face went from loving elation to crestfallen. I kicked the stool behind Meredith, yanked the sleeping mask off of her and for the second time of the day, I pulled her hair. I pulled so hard that her head jerked far enough back that her face was nearly square to my cock. The first glob of my spunk slammed into the bridge of Meredith's nose then slowly slid toward her eyes. With each stroke of my hand, I pumped more cum across Meredith's face, across her nose, in each eye well, onto her forehead, cheeks, chin, everywhere I could, I spurted on her. My knees were weak and shaking as I let go of my cock, one last globule of cum dribbling into the dark colored carpet below. I was stepping down from the stool when I heard, "That was the hottest orgasm I ever saw, Steve." I looked up in shock. Disbelief shook my soul as I saw my wife, Maureen, standing in the doorway.