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Bedtime Stories Ch. 01

By: bawidgetcoms



As soon as he was old enough to read, uncle Joey began reading Jenny bedtime stories. He was only four years her senior, but he'd always taken his duty as an uncle very seriously. They bonded over The Little Engine That Could and Pokey Little Puppy. Then when he was in high school, he read Beowulf and Wuthering Heights. Jenny's love of literature came from her time reading with her uncle Joey.

Growing up they'd lived together with her parents, and it never occurred to her that was something unusual until she was older. Her grandmother, his mom, had been too sick mentally to take good care of him.

Joey and Jenny were peas in a pod until he went off to college around the same time she became seriously interested in boys. For years it seemed he rarely saw her when he came home to visit. His sweet, little, innocent niece, as he still thought of her, was often out on a date.

If he were honest, he'd have admitted he envied those guys who got to spend time with Jenny, bringing her home past any decent hour, making bedtime and stories with him. She'd give him a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug the next morning before bounding out the door to go meet friends for shopping, studying or a game of tennis.

Once he'd gone to the kitchen for a glass of milk at 1AM to find her on the couch with an over-tanned Jock with sun-bleached hair. When Joey flipped on the kitchen light, he saw them on the couch - the boy gripping Jenny's ass under her loose, short flowered skirt while she continued to grind her pussy against his naked leg. His pants were on the floor, and Jenny was in the process of groping between them in search of his cock. Her long, straight brown hair created a curtain so Joey couldn't see their faces. 

He hadn't been sure what to do at first. Instead of embarrassing them, since they hadn't noticed the light, he flipped it back off. But he couldn't decide if he should get milk or tiptoe back to his room in the dark. Somehow instead he ended up standing there in the dark listening to the noises they made kissing and grinding against one another.

He heard Jenny moan and mumble, and then he heard her muffled scream when she buried her face against the boy's shoulder as she came. The Jock said, "Baby, I want you to do that with this big, thick dick in that tight little wet pussy," and Joey heard Jenny protest that she wasn't ready.

He didn't wait to find out what the guy would do next. He flipped the kitchen light on and began rummaging through the fridge loudly. He yelled out, "Jenny, are you still up on there? Are we out of Hershey's syrup?"

He heard clothes being put on and arranged, the boy rush outside, and a truck engine start on the street. Jenny walked into the kitchen nonchalant and found the chocolate syrup for him, but he noticed get face was flushed from her arousal, and her legs trembled as she walked.

She'd ruffled his curly black hair, looked right into his big, brown puppy dog eyes with her sharp, light green ones, kissed him square on the mouth for five seconds, whispered, "You saved me, Joe," in his ear and gone to bed, leaving him confused with a growing erection as he watched her twist her hips down the hall way.

That had been at least a year ago. Now he was home for awhile after graduating college while he hunted for a job. Jenny had just graduated high school and had employment for the summer at Bath and Body Works. She always came home smelling lovely but still seemed to have little time for him.

Joey missed his niece... He missed his friend. They'd been so close for so long before college.

.....

Really Jenny missed Joey too, if she was honest. Her focus had shifted this summer from boys and fun to work and getting ready for college. When her boyfriend of eight months dumped her and said a long distance relationship just wouldn't work when they both moved in opposite directions for school, she was heart broken. She'd thought he was "The One," and she had plans to get a hotel room and give her cherry to him as a going away present.

As soon as her tears began, she sought out her uncle Joey. He was in bed reading a book. She knocked softly on the door, and he readily invited Jenny inside. He hoped she wanted a bedtime story, although those were a rare occurrence anymore. But as soon as he saw the look on her face, he knew something was wrong. Before he could get the words "what's wrong?" out of his lips, Jenny was in tears again.

Her green eyes were rimmed with red from crying, and she sobbed even harder as he did the only thing he could think of to do. Joey held out his arms to her and said softly, "Come here." Jenny curled up beside him with her head on his shoulder, and Joey hugged her for a long while before he asked again. As she spilled her guts, telling him every single detail, he rocked her and assured her the boy was a stupid ass and she would love again.

He wasn't sure what else to say. So he held her and rubbed her shoulder, petted her head, and told her she was beautiful, even when she cried, which was more than true. Finally he began reciting nursery rhymes and singing soft lullabies, and she feel asleep against him - she atop the covers fully clothed and he in his boxer briefs beneath them.

Nothing about her pain and need of comfort aroused Joey, but somehow during the night he dreamt of her naked in his bed, straddling him with his cock buried deep in her virgin pussy, and he came in his bed so much that he needed to change his underwear and the sheets. He was thankful she wasn't under them too. He had to see how to get out of bed without waking her. He gently and carefully extracted himself. He couldn't do anything about the sheets, but he could change his clothes.

......

Unbeknownst to Joey, Jenny had awakened earlier. She was just sleeping lightly and felt the bed shaking as uncle Joey jacked off in his sleep. He'd mumbled her name just before his body went stiff. At first she'd been worried something was wrong, but then it dawned on her that he'd masturbated and ejaculated in his sleep... saying her name.

Jenny squeezed her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep as Joey extracted himself from the bed. She'd never experienced anything like this, a grown man having a wet dream about her while she slept beside him. She was wide awake with wonder.

Joey flipped on the closet light so he could see, hopefully without waking Jenny. He stripped off his sticky boxer briefs quickly and chucked them toward his laundry basket. Jenny's jaw dropped. Somehow she hadn't expected a full frontal view of her uncle nude, and she was more than surprised to find that she liked it.

He'd bulked up at college, his 6'2" covered with rippling muscles where he'd once had "baby fat." He was tan except for the outline of his swim trunks, and his body was nothing but clean lines with a smooth, sexy v pointing from his torso to his groin. A trail of shiny black fair ran down his middle to meet a trimmed patch of matching hair just above his softening manhood. His cock was as thick as her wrist, even as it softened. The length seemed a little more than average, but it was hard to gauge in comparison with his long body, from a distance.

Jenny forgot to breathe. Joey was moving toward his chest of drawers slowly and quietly. Jenny caught a glimpse of his svelte, dimpled ass just before she began to need air... Desperately! She sucked in a quick, deep breath, and Joey noticed. He jerked open a drawer, threw on a pair of athletic shorts, the first thing he grabbed, and crawled back into bed. He hoped he hadn't woken Jenny fully. He had no idea she'd observed the entire incident.

Crap! He'd left the closet light on. As he eased from bed to flip it off, Jenny stretched and mumbled, "Joey, what are you doing getting up and down so much?"

He blanched, blushed and stammered, "Nothing, Jenny. Just go on back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you."

Back in bed he noticed Jenny's arms were cold and tucked her under the covers with him. He figured he was safe from nocturnal emissions for the rest of the night at least. He awoke a few hours later with Jenny almost spooning him, curled up against his back cutely.

She opened her eyes when he got out of bed and said, "Hey, what if we make breakfast for Mom and Dad? Pancakes and sausage?"

She seemed totally normal and not creeped out. What a relief! "Sure," he agreed, and they headed for the kitchen together.

.....

Jenny noticed things about Joey she'd never noticed before while they prepared breakfast. The way he cracked eggs like it was an artform.. The way he always flipped pancakes at just the right time with perfect precision.

She wondered what it would be like to experience a lover who took such care. She'd never had anything close. Her recent ex (the thought of him brought tears to her eyes, but she struggled to fight them) had known how to make her cum, but it always seemed like a means to an end for him, and he gave her grief every time the end wasn't his cock in her pussy. How could she have thought he was "The One?" She sniffled and wiped her nose on her apron.

As Joey moved around the kitchen, she noticed the ripple of muscles under his thin tee and athletic shorts. Her mind wandered to seeing him fully nude earlier, and she blushed just in time for him to turn around and catch her staring, red-faced.

"You're falling down on the job there, ain't ya, partner?" he drawled in an accent that made her snap back to reality with a giggle. She turned around quickly and picked up some butter, hoping he hadn't noticed her flushed cheeks.

Of course he'd noticed. Joey had noticed every move Jenny made all morning. It embarrassed him, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He thought of the morning, lying next to her in the bed, caressing her hair and her arms, trying to keep her warm. He loved spending time with her, being her confidant. But something was new and different about the whole experience. He wanted to push it aside and pretend nothing had changed, but he couldn't. He could feel a change between them... not necessarily a bad one.

Breakfast was pleasant with the whole family, and then everyone went their separate ways, leaving Joey alone to contemplate in his room. Around two, he snuggled under the covers for a nap. He could smell Jenny's scent in his bed, a soft fruity smell, and he groaned aloud. It pained him to have her smell so near when she wasn't there with him, though he didn't want to stop and contemplate why. He told himself he just loved his niece so much and missed his friend.

.......

Joey awakened when the light in the room changed. He awoke to find Jenny's shadow cast across his bed. When he turned over, she was there holding something behind her back and grinning. "Got you something!" She looked amazing, even dressed so casually. She must have changed when she got home. She has on no shoes. Her toenails were painted pink from a recent pedicure. Her long, shapely legs disappeared under a loose cotton sundress, slightly fitted at the top to accentuate her round, perfect, perky breasts. The straps of the dress were skinny and exposes her slight shoulders. Her long brown was pulled up into a quick and messy updo. She appeared to be wearing no makeup, which Joey liked, except for some shiny, pale pink lip gloss. It embarrassed him that the sight of her made his cock respond. He'd probably perused her too long. 

Jenny cleared her throat and looked up at the ceiling, around the room, then back and Joey, pointedly. 

He rubbed his eyes, "What is it?"

His niece took a step backwards and replied, "A surprise."

"Oh really? What kind of surprise?" 

"A good one!" she said. 

"It's only a surprise if you eventually let me find out what it is. Otherwise it's just a secret," he quipped back and winked at her.

Joey sat up in bed, causing the blanket and sheet to fall down to his waist. Jenny's breath caught in her throat and she forgot everything for a moment. His tight abs were accentuated by the angle of his body, and his arms, extended slightly behind him on either side of his hips, looked so powerful. Suddenly reality broke through her tangent of thought and she pulled the book from behind her back. "This!" She grinned from ear to ear and shoved the book toward him.

"A book!" Joey smiled back at her and turned his attention to the book. It looked like a collection of... fairy tales? It didn't matter what it was! He knew it meant she wanted him to read to her again like old times.

"They're not just fairy tales. They're like... re-tellings for grown-ups. I thought we might like it. I miss reading with you," she trailed off and then added, "It was between this and 50 Shades of Gray!" She giggled and blushed a little. She was joking, but the idea of reading blatant erotica with him was somehow more appealing than it should have been!

"Wow..." Joey smirked. "Have you, by any chance, heard Gilbert Gotfried read that?"

"What?! No!" Jenny laughed, and Joey pulled it up on YouTube for her on his phone. She sat down on the bed with him to watch, and they laughed and laughed. But somehow, no matter how funny it was in the strange voice, the words were strikingly erotic. It shook her to realize she was listening to "... he touched my vagina..." sitting on the bed next to her unbearably hot young uncle while their arms and shoulders brushed against one another.

They outright guffawed while it played, but when it was over, suddenly Joey noticed a tension in the room that hadn't been as tangible before. He was extremely aware of her soft skin touching his right arm, and as his awareness rose, so did his cock and every hair on the back of his neck. He wanted so badly to spend time with her. He couldn't wait to read a story to her and tuck her into bed that night, just like he'd done when she was five years old. But he didn't know how to pursue those things when his body kept betraying him at the very thought of Jenny, at the sight of her. Whenever she was in his presence at all, he had an all-out war with his mind to remain focused on something other than how much he wanted to take her into his arms and show her passion like he knew she had never experienced before; It pained him to admit his weakness.

.......

That evening he had plans to go out with some old friends from high school who still lived nearby, and he got back late. It was after midnight, and no a light in the house was on. Jenny had been in the shower when he left, so he hadn't even told her he was going out. Even though she stayed out until one and two with her friends and boyfriends, Joey was disappointed to find his niece had gone to bed without waiting up for him as he'd hoped she would.

In his room he shucked his clothes and climbed into bed. He was surprised to find the book tucked under his covers. A slip of paper peeked out from inside the cover. Joey pulled it out.

"Uncle" Joey... Sorry I missed reading with you tonight. I just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I'll meet you here tomorrow night -- 11PM sharp! If you can't, let me know, okay? Your loving niece, Jenny"

It was simple and sweet. He was so tired that he fell asleep clutching the book with the note curled in his hand.

.......

Jenny had to work the next morning, so she was gone before Joey even woke up. She'd peeked into his room before she left and saw him sleeping with the book held against his chest. She felt a tightness in her chest as she thought that image of him while she drove her yellow Jeep to work at the mall.

She had a long day at work, and her distraction as she thought about her uncle Joey didn't make it any easier. She dropped bottles of lotion, forgot to give change to customers, and once she left her cash drawer open for minutes while she stared off into space thinking about Joey in his room naked when he didn't know she could see. Her boss took her aside during her break to ask her what was wrong, and she blushed brightly, but she couldn't tell Glenda about Joey.

Glenda said, "Honey, I know you had a break-up. I heard about it. But you can't just let things go out there on the floor. You have a job to do! Get it together, girl!"

Jenny nodded and half-smiled. She didn't know what had come over her, but she needed this job. She couldn't keep thinking about her uncle at work!

Joey, on the other hand, had no reason not to think about Jenny, and he thought about her all day. He thought about her long, brown hair, her soft legs, and her cute, painted toenails. He realized he'd never dated a woman as beautiful as Jenny, nor a woman as fun to be around, and it pained him that some boy had taken her for granted. He wanted her to understand how valuable she was to him, but he didn't know how to show her.

He knew with each day they were stepping further into dangerous territory. His brother and sister had taken him in when he was just a little boy, and he thought of them almost like his own parents. They'd always expected him to watch out for Jenny, to protect her and keep her safe, and he had. What would they think if they even suspected him of the thoughts he was having about her lately? If it went further, if he acted on those thoughts, he might not even have a place to lay his head the next night.

Should he stop altogether, push her out of his mind? He resolved to proceed with much caution.

Joey felt like he was going on a date that night, but he'd be in his pajamas and reading fairy tales. It was an unusual date, but still a special occasion! He wasn't sure how to prepare, but he wanted things to go just right. He thought about buying flowers, but it seemed odd to buy flowers for a bedtime story date.

He showered, shaved, and decided to go out and get his hair trimmed. He saw Jenny every day, but this seemed special, and he wanted to look his best for her, even if they were just going to read stories in their pajamas. He had a thought -- pajamas! That would be perfect!

He went to the mall, to a store just a few down from where Jenny worked. He looked around and found women's clothing but didn't see what he wanted. A sales lady asked him if he needed help, and he said he wanted pajamas for his niece. She pointed him to the little girls' section, and he said, "No, no... she's eighteen."

"Oh..." the woman looked surprised but took him to the "big girl" pajama section.

Half of the selection there was comprised of lacy nighties, string bikini panties and silky, sheer gowns. His tan face took on a reddish hue in the sales woman's presence as he considered his niece wearing those things. He cleared his throat and looked at her, desperate. "Where are the more... uh... the..." he stammered.

She pointed to a corner opposite where they stood, and there he saw cute pajama bottoms and matching tops, little t-shirts and short sleep shorts. He sighed. "Yes, that! Thank you!"

"Yes, sir. Let me know if I can help." She gave him a slightly suspicious look and walked away. 

Joey poked around through the racks and finally found the perfect thing -- a cute little t-shirt with matching pants. The shirt had a cartoon moon cradling a teddy bear wearing pajamas and a night cap while he nodded off to sleep, and the pants were deep blue, covered in cute patchwork moons and stars and made of the softest material he'd ever felt. Perfect!

At home he left them folded on her bed, gently closed her door back and started down the hall toward his own room. A deep voice called out to him, "Joe... what are you up to in there?" His brother caught him coming out of Jenny's room! 

He stopped short and turned to find his older brother right behind him, staring as he waited for an answer. "Oh, George, uh... nothing. You know Jenny's boyfriend broke up with her? I got her a little something to try to make her feel better. That's all." 

George raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Okay. She hasn't told us much about that. If you can get her to talk to you, good. She needs somebody, but you know how girls can be. She doesn't want daddy all up in her business." He chuckled, but his expression was serious. 


Bedtime Stories Ch. 01



"I'll listen if she'll let me, bro," Joey responded.

George clapped his brother on the back and started down the hall past him. "You're a good man, Joe. She's lucky to have an uncle she can trust."

Trust... guilt wrenched his gut. He wasn't sure the way he felt about his niece made him someone anyone should trust right now.

.......

Jenny came home from work just before supper dead on her feet. She went straight to get a quick shower then headed to her room wrapped in a two towels -- one around her torso and one wrapping her head in a turban. She could smell supper cooking in the kitchen. It smelled like her mom's meatloaf, and her mouth watered.

In her room she noticed something new on the bed. Pajamas, very cute pajamas. Where had they come from? Maybe her mom? She'd talked to her this morning about things with her ex, and her mom always knew when she needed some comfort. She dried off and slipped into her new night clothes. They were soft and comfortable, like a hug.

When Jenny walked in for supper, her mom exclaimed, "Those look new! Cute pajamas." Jenny stared back at her, confused. Her dad would never buy her pajamas; it just wasn't his thing. Could it be... uncle Joey? Her face flushed as she realized it had to be. It made sense; they had a reading... date... tonight. He knew she was hurting too. He'd bought her comfy PJs to help make things better.

She looked down at her perfectly painted toenails peeking out from the blue legs of her PJ pants. "Thanks, mom."

When she glanced up again, Joey caught her eye across the table. He looked embarrassed. Her breath caught in her throat, and she thought her heart might skip a beat. He looked so... vulnerable. She wanted to let him know that she knew it was him. Jenny mouthed across the table to Joey when her parents weren't looking: Thank you. I love them!

.......

Jenny looked away quickly, but her uncle Joey could tell her appreciation was genuine. She glanced down at the cute teddy bear on her shirt, and his eyes followed hers. He noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Hell, maybe she didn't normally wear a bra with her pajamas, but he'd never really looked before. Her nipples stood out erect, pressing two pretty points against the thin fabric of the shirt he'd bought for her.

The idea aroused him immediately. She was sitting there across from him, in front of her parents, wearing pajamas he'd chosen for her. He'd held them in his hands, rubbed the fabric between his fingers. Her naked breasts were brushing against the same material he'd touched earlier, and she knew they were a gift from him. She knew and she LOVED them!

He had to reach under the table to make a discrete little adjustment. Looking up again, he caught her looking at him and wondered... had she noticed?

The meal was delicious, but long and painful. Her parents tried to make small talk while tiptoeing around the issue of her break-up. Joey said very little, and Jenny excused herself from much conversation, saying work had tired her out. She did look like she was struggling to keep her soft green eyes open. Joey hoped that didn't mean she'd back out on story time.

.......

After brushing her teeth later, Jenny started to walk down the hall to Joey's room, but she hesitated. She should have told him to meet her in her own room so the ball would be in his court, not in hers! She sighed lightly and remembered the pajamas she wore -- a sign that he was thinking about her. Surely he wanted her to come to him.

Joey had his bedroom door closed at 11PM. He was still deciding what to wear. He couldn't remember every having so much trouble getting ready to see a girl, and this girl was his own niece, whom he'd just seen at dinner! He finally decided on some very soft, plaid PJ pants and a white "wife-beater" undershirt.

He hadn't been dressed five seconds when he heard her knock softly on the door. "Joe?"

He crossed the room and invited her in. Suddenly he felt nervous! It made little sense, but he was like a pimply-faced kid on his first date!

They both stood there in the center of his bedroom speechless for a moment. Finally he grabbed the book from his night table and plopped down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. Jenny plunked down beside her uncle Joey, and he cleared his throat, opening the book to read a story.

"This is crazy..." Jenny whispered.

Crazy? Joey thought. Uh oh..

"Jen, we don't have to read. I know it's kind of a... little kid thing..."

Before he could say more, Jenny turned her head, tilted her face toward him and met his deep brown eyes. She saw apprehension there, and she was quick to allay his fears. "No... I mean... it's crazy that I feel so NERVOUS about sitting in bed with my uncle reading me a bedtime story like we did for YEARS growing up. It's crazy that I feel like I can hardly breathe. It's crazy that..."

She said all of that in one breath and then ran out of things to say. Joey cupped her cheek in his left hand and rubbed her cheek, chin and around her mouth with his thumb. "I know what you mean," he whispered. He pulled his hand away and turned to the book. He'd nearly kissed her! 

Then he opened the book and began to read. It was a version of Little Red Riding Hood where Red was the villain, working as a lounge singer in a night club, hunting a bewildered, bar tending wolf. There were some great funny moments, and they laughed together, which lightened the mood. When he finished reading, he closed the book, but he really did not want Jenny to leave.

"One more story?" he asked.

"Sure," Jenny said. "How about I read the next one?"

She flipped through the book and finally chose a version of Cinderella, one of her favorites. "Once upon a time..." she began to read. Normally Joey did the reading, but he found he absolutely loved hearing her gentle voice slide over the words. She sounded like warm honey, and his eyes were drawn to her mouth while she spoke. Her lips were full, and they looked so soft. Her upper lip tipped slightly upward, kind of flirty, and her lower lip spread full in an almost-pout.

When she got to "...happily ever after," and looked up, uncle Joey was staring at her. His breathing was shallow, his muscles tense. His pupils were so large that his brown eyes were deep pools of darkness.

"That was beautiful, Jenny." When he spoke to her, his voice sounded different -- full and husky. She could smell the mint from his toothpaste and a musky, citrus scent that must have been his aftershave. She'd never noticed his smell before. His eyes moved from her eyes to her lips and back again, and she was certain he was about to kiss her.

Joey looked away quickly, begging himself one last time to get a hold on his feelings before he lost control and acted on them. He stared at the wall to his left so long that Jenny began to wonder if she'd upset him somehow. She should have responded!

"Thank you," she croaked, finding her voice caught nervously in her throat. Clearing her throat she continued, "Thanks for the stories. I'll go on to bed now."

Joey brought his right hand to her slender shoulder and held her in place. "There's no hurry. Do you want to talk like we did the other night?"

She settled back against his arm and let it rest against her shoulders. He could feel the tension in her body relax. "What do you want to talk about?" She was nervous, but less nervous than she had been knocking on his door earlier.

"How about... your day. Tell me all about it."

She recounted the mundane details and her many mishaps with clumsiness and forgetfulness. "What had you so out of sorts today, niece?"

Jenny began to blush. "I... don't know." The way she looked at him then made him suspect that she knew all too well and was afraid to say. Was she feeling what he was feeling? Anything close?

"I thought about you all day," he confessed. "I wanted to get you something to... commemorate our return to bedtime stories!" As silly as it sounded when he said it out loud, it was true.

She giggled. "You thought about ME? ALL day?" she said with disbelief.

"Yes, ma'am. I thought about little ol' you all doggone day. Couldn't get a blame thing done." She always laughed when he used funny voices like that.

"What did you think about?" She was shy about asking, but she wanted to know if his thoughts were anything like hers.

"Well..." he took some time to think about how to answer. "I thought about making you laugh. I thought about your smile. I thought about holding you the other night while you cried.... about your little girl innocence mixed with this new grown woman I haven't really gotten to know yet... but I want to."

Jenny took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "I... thought about you too. I thought about... how you always comfort me when I'm feeling down... how you look so... you're handsome in this really grown-up manly way, and I don't know how I missed that happening while you were away at college. I thought about how you make me feel safe. I thought about... about your eyes, and the way they seem to get bigger when you look into mine..."

Uncle Joey still didn't know if she'd thought about him THE WAY he'd thought about her. How could he find out? "Jenny... I know you're hurting. I don't want you to... to react to me any certain way because of that. I want to comfort you. I want to be around you. You're my niece and my friend and I love you... but something seems different between us. I don't want to take advantage of you. Do you... is something different to you too?"

He held his breath. He squeezed her tight against his side just in case he'd never get to do it again. "Uncle Joey?" Something about her calling him uncle in this context aroused him more than it should. "Uh... I know what you mean. But you're not taking advantage of me at all! You're being a perfect gentleman. I can't imagine you being anything but!" But she could... she could imagine him being all kinds of "anything but," and she'd been doing it all day.

"Maybe you don't understand what I mean, precious." He tried again, one last time before giving up. "I thought about you all day the way I'd think about someone I wanted to... be with. BE with. I have feelings for you that are new, and if you want me to push those aside and pretend nothing ever happened and go back to normal, Jenny, I will. But..." This was probably a really bad idea, but he pushed it out anyway. "...I want you to know that I want you. I think you are the most desirable, delectable, beautiful, mouth-watering woman I have ever encountered, and being in your presence lately has made my life seem more complete."

He couldn't believe he'd actually said those things, the very things he'd told himself it was a BAD IDEA to say to her. What happened to proceeding with caution?!

"Joe... Uncle Joey." She giggled a little. "I like calling you that." She was nervous, and it made her sound immature when she wanted to sound adult and serious. "I feel... I never realized..." She didn't know how to phrase what she wanted to convey to him.

Frustrated, Jenny let out her breath in a big huff. Joey raised his eyebrows and looked into her eyes intently. She squeezed her eyes shut to try once more. It was easier when she couldn't see him looking at her. "Joey, I've loved having you back home. I wish I'd spent more time with you over the past few years when you were here instead of wasting time with guys who weren't worth it. I wish I'd noticed before now how handsome you are. I wish I'd realized how kind, how talented... you know, you make the best pancakes I've ever had in my life! I love them... I love you, Joe. Not... niece-uncle. I. Love. yo..."

Before Jenny could finish, Joey leaned in and claimed her plump lips for himself. He sucked her pouty lower lip into his mouth and bit on it softly. Jenny moaned against his lips. So she liked that. He did it again.

He licked across both her lips. When she parted them, he pushed his tongue inside and found hers. She met his kiss with such urgency and desire. He'd never had another kiss like it.

Jenny rose to her knees, her mouth still connected to Joey's, and slung her right leg over his legs. She settled her round, young ass down against his thighs and continued kissing him.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer as she placed her hands on his strong shoulders, reached up and twisted her fingers into his thick, dark hair, pulling his face closer to hers. This wasn't what Joey had expected to happen, but he was loving it. He let himself go and just enjoyed the moment with his sweet little niece.

As their kiss deepened, Jenny felt the wetness from her arousal dripping from between her pussy lips, making her thighs slick and dampening her new pajama pants. It turned her on even more to know that, the wetter her uncle made her, the more she soaked the pants he'd gifted her that very day.

Soon Joey could smell the soft, sweet musk of Jenny's arousal. He wanted to feel it, to feel her. Joey removed his left hand from her waist and moved it between her legs. He brushed against the material of her blue pants and was surprised to find them absolutely soaked through. He groaned. "Oh, Jenny... You're soaking wet."

"You did that to me," Jenny whispered. Her lips were beside his ear now, and she flicked her tongue against his earlobe after she said it. "Do it more..." Then she sucked his ear lobe into her mouth.

That was one of the things that drove him crazy. How could she know? He grabbed her hips and pulled her firmly down against his lap, rising up to press his rock hard erection against her wet little pussy. He rubbed his cock up and down against her pussy through their pajamas until his pants were soaking wet too. With the added dampness, the material seemed thinner, and he thought he could feel his cock sliding between her actually pussy lips! She wasn't wearing any panties. 

It was more than Jenny could take. She wanted MORE of him. She wanted to see him, feel him. She reached for his pants and tugged the waistband away from his taut abs. As he moved against her, she reached inside and sought his thick cock. Oh, it was so very hard. And big. It really was thicker than her wrist.

When Joey felt Jenny's warm hand wrap around his pulsing shaft, he groaned. He grabbed her arm, then grabbed her hips and lifted her from his lap. He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants on either side and, in one swoop, he was nude from the waist down. He wanted to give her foreplay and hours of pleasure; he didn't want to rush things, but right now, he couldn't think clearly enough to pace their play at all. 

Jenny gasped. Even though she'd seen his cock before, it seemed even bigger now. "Joey... I knew you were big, but I had no idea... you're massive. It's beautiful." She reached for his throbbing erection and traced his thick veins with her small fingers.

Joey threw his shirt aside and sat there naked while she played with his manhood, enjoying the sensation of her tentative touch.

She loved the way she could feel his pulse when she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She'd never had the opportunity to just look at a man like this and enjoy his body and the way it responded to her touch. She felt powerful every time his cock jumped toward her gentle fingers.

"It won't break." Joey chuckled. "Do whatever you want with it, precious."

Jenny thought for a moment and then bent forward. She'd only done this a few times, and she was pretty sure she wasn't very good at it. But his cock was so... perfect... it begged to be inside her mouth, and she wanted to taste it!

Opening her mouth wide, Jenny slid her warm, wet lips around the tip of Joey's rigid length. Joey let out a sound that barely seemed human, "Unnnnngggh." He bit down on his fist to stop himself before he woke Jenny's parents.

As Jenny slid her soft, full lips down the length of his shaft, the sensation drove him absolutely wild. He managed to keep his voice quiet. "Jenny... ohhhh Jenny. I love your mouth."

He didn't know how she would react if he talked dirty to her, but he wanted to talk that way now more than he ever had in his life. He decided to try it. "Suck my fucking cock with that sweet little mouth. You're a good girl. Good niece."

Jenny was stunned. She never expected her uncle Joey to talk to her like that, but she was even more surprised at how incredibly hot it sounded rumbling from his lips in his low baritone. She let him fall from her mouth in her astonishment and responded, "Oh, Joey. Oh wow. Keep talking to me like that."

He did. He reached under her little t-shirt and grabbed her hard nipples, pinching them while she licked his balls. "Those are full of cum for you, sweetness. You're going to swallow all that cum for your uncle, aren't you, baby?"

Jenny nodded and returned to his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth, and, to his surprise, down her throat. Where did she learn to do that?! He'd have to ask later. When he was balls-deep, she began to gag a little, then eased him back out, flicking her tongue against his taut skin the entire way.

She drew back from him and spit on the head of his cock. He never expected her to be so dirty about it, and he moaned loudly as she began to use her saliva to jack him off. She pushed her lips around his head again, then licked circles around it like a lollipop. She sucked him hungrily and found that she was eager to taste his hot cum.

He felt his orgasm building quickly and knew he should warn her. He didn't know if she'd really want her uncle's sperm filling her belly. "Jenny... Jenny, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum."

She didn't stop. She answered, "Mhmmm," with her mouth still full of cock. The hum of her lips against his cock was amazing. She kept on, and, if anything, her vigor increased. He loved that she wanted his cum! Joey's body tensed and then his semen shot into her mouth in a thick stream.

"Jennyyyyyyyy." He muffled his cry with his fist in his mouth.

Jenny nearly gagged as the stream hit the back of her throat. She began swallowing immediately. It was so much she couldn't swallow fast enough, and his cum drizzled down her chin. When he'd finished she licked him once or twice more, cleaning the salty cum from the head of his spent cock.

"You... are delicious," Jenny asserted.

Then he kissed her, tasting his cum on her tongue. "You're amazing," he whispered back.

Joey let his head fall back against the headboard. He hadn't meant to just... sit back and let her pleasure him, but she had a gift!

"Jenny, that was the best... I've never had better... from anyone."

"Really? I've only done that a few times. I love your cock. It's perfect," she responded sincerely.



Bedtime Stories Ch. 02



Disclaimer: The end of this chapter includes a non-consensual, violent encounter. I included it to add conflict, an element of reality and texture to the story, but I do not want to offend anyone. If you are offended by that, please skip this chapter and continue to Chapter 03, which has a much more positive tone. You won't miss anything major except the event of the violent encounter. 

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Jenny lay her head on Joey's chest and accidentally fell asleep after swallowing his cum. He awoke early the next morning to the sound of her mother emerging from her bedroom and padding down the hall in her slippers to prepare breakfast. Oh shit. He hadn't meant to let her stay in his room all night. 

"Jenny," his sister called down the hall. "Are you up yet?" 

He shook Jenny's shoulder gently, but she was sound asleep. He didn't know what to do! What if her mom came back down the hall to look for Jenny in her room? She wouldn't be there! She was in his bed. She'd been in his bed all night. 

He felt her soft breasts pressing against his ribs. He long, brown hair was splayed across his body, tickling his stomach and arms. He really didn't want to move from this position, but he had no choice. He pushed her a bit more roughly and said her name in a loud whisper. "Jenny!"

She groaned and rolled over, off of him. She stretched her freckled arms and almost punched him in the face. He jerked away just in time. As her eyes open and reality settled, she looked around, raised her eyebrows, looked at his alarm clock beside his bed, and then she jumped out of bed fast as lightning just in time to hear her mother call for her again. 

"Joey!" she squealed quietly. "What do I do?!" She couldn't just walk out into the hall from Joey's room. Crap. She had to think fast. She glanced at the window by his bed. It opened out onto their long, wrap-around front porch. She decided to go for it.  

Joey knew what she was thinking and scrambled to help her open the blinds, raise the window and push the screen aside. She stumbled out onto the porch just in time to be caught by the paper boy as he slung his delivery into the driveway. Surely he wondered why she was climbing out the window, but he didn't know whose room was whose in the house. She rushed barefoot down the driveway, scooped up the paper and rushed to the front door just in time to hear Joe unlock it from the inside. 

They both started breathing again. They'd done it! Nobody suspected a thing. Her mom said, "Oh, there you are! No wonder you didn't answer me. Can you come help me in the kitchen?"

"Yes, I can!" Jenny bounded into the kitchen, almost giddy that she hadn't been caught sleeping in her uncle's room. 

.......

They were very careful at breakfast, trying not to raise suspicion, but Joey couldn't help glancing up at Jenny during breaks in conversation. He often found her staring right back and him, and they quickly broke their gaze before anyone noticed. 

Toward the end of their meal of eggs, bacon and buttered toast, Jenny reached for him under the table with her right foot. Thankfully the breakfast table wasn't very wide. She found his leg and inched her toes up his calf to his knee, then to his thigh, and finally she had her foot between his legs, softly stroking his balls with her toes. All the while she kept talking to her mom about the new fragrances about to hit the shelves at her job. 

When he felt her foot begin climbing up his leg, Joey looked, with a mixture of shock and awe, across the table at Jenny. When she reached his balls and began to caress him there, he nearly choked on a bite of egg. His brother said, "You okay there?" He nodded, but he was far from alright! 

He struggled to maintain his composure until she finally pulled her foot away and stalked away to the kitchen holding a stack of dirty dishes. He wanted to go and help clean up, but it was a few minutes before he was able to rise from the table because of the raging hard on pitching a tent in his shorts! 

Jenny didn't have to work that day. It seemed instead that she chose to spend the day torturing Joey. She wore extremely short shorts and a tank top that hung low in front. She spent the morning cleaning the house, and he tried to help her. They vacuumed and dusted, washed windows and mirrors, and straightened all around the house. 

She even dusted the tops of the curtains, much to his chagrin. Her mom had no where to be that day and padded around the house helping here and there before settling down to read a book in the living room. It was there, while Joey was shining the wooden coffee table, that Jenny chose to pull a step-ladder over to the curtains and commence dusting the ruffled valance. As she stretched to reach the top, her shorts rode up on her ass, and he could see the round line beneath each of her beautiful, plump ass cheeks peeking from beneath the hem.

Of course his sister chose that moment to look up and ask him a question. It was something trivial about a word in the book she was reading. He forced himself to look at her and away from her daughter. He held his dust rag in front of his crotch, hoping to hide his unfortunate state. This was absolute torture! 

When Jenny started fluffing couch cushions, bending over right in front of him with her ass almost grazing his erection, it was more than he could take. He leaned forward and whispered, "Can I see you in the kitchen please?"

He didn't know if he was more frustrated or horny, but something had to give. As soon as they were out of eyesight and earshot, he grabbed her and shoved her back against the counter. He kissed her hard and hungrily, shoving his tongue past her teeth. Her breathing became shallow and she stood on her toes to meet him with passion. Suddenly he jerked away from her. "Okay, you have to stop. It's not as hard for you as it is for me. I'm in there with your mom with my dick as hard as a rock, pitching a tent in my pants. I want to earn my keep, but I can't earn it with your mom watching you rub your ass on my erection. How about I start in here and you finish in there? Or you could... you know... wear clothes!" 

Jenny giggled. She'd been teasing him on purpose, but she hadn't really thought about the repercussions. "You're right, Joey. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm kind of mortified about last night but also scared it won't ever happen again..." The way she ended her sentence sounded more like a question than a statement. 

"Do you want it to happen again?" Joey questioned her, looking directly into her eyes. She felt like he could see her soul, like he could tell what she was thinking before she said a word. 

He couldn't. He hoped she said what he wanted to hear, but he was afraid she would at the same time because he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that what happened last night... he should never LET it happen again. 

"Joey... I want much more than that... to happen again." She blushed redder than he'd ever seen her blush in his life. She lowered her head and wouldn't meet his eyes again. 

He swallowed and his Adam's apple bobbed. Joey brought his right hand to her head, pulled her toward him and kissed the place where her shiny, messy hair parted. "I'm start in the dining room. You finish the living room." He whispered the words and then walked out of the room. 

Jenny stood there, leaning against the counter, and wondered what it meant. He hadn't really responded to her desires. He'd left her hanging. Even if he kissed her, it was a gentle, uncle-to-niece kind of kiss, and didn't know if it meant "no" or "yes." She agonized over that all afternoon until the house was spic-and-span. 

Joey focused on cleaning all afternoon and tried hard to push every thought of Jenny to the back of his mind. He wasn't ready to deal with it all yet. After cleaning, he showered, dressed, and met a good friend across town to play a game of pool. He had a beer and they chit chatted about nothing in particular. 

Then he heard a woman laugh across the bar. She sounded so much like Jenny that he jerked his head in her direction. He turned and stared, trying to find the source of the laughter. It wasn't Jenny. It was a middle-aged blonde woman wearing a tiny dress and four-inch heels. 

His friend, Tom, cleared his throat. "You see something you like over there friend?" Tom teased. Tom followed Joey's gaze to rest on the not-particularly-attractive, over-make-upped, older woman, and he crinkled his nose. 

"Really?! Man... you need to GET SOME!" Tom laughed out loud. 

Red crept up Joey's tan neck to his bronzed face. It didn't matter that his skin wasn't pale; he was blushing so hard, it would have been noticeable to anyone. Tom stared at him. "Dude... you want me to go get her number?"

Joey shook his head, moved into position and bent over the table to take his shot. He thought about Jenny's toe teasing his balls that morning and completely missed the ball, scrubbing the tip of his cue against the green fabric of the table. 

Tom laughed out loud boisterously and shook his head. What was up with Joey today? 

Joe cleared his throat. "Okay... here's the thing." He looked at Tom and considered how to say it. He wanted his advice, but he couldn't tell him how much he wanted to fuck... no, make love to... his little niece. 

Tom raised his eyebrows, but it was awhile before Joey continued. "There's this chick... and she's hot. She's VERY hot. Curves in all the right places..." he brought up his hands and outlined Jenny's shape. "...long, beautiful hair, a perfect ass, pretty eyes..." Joey trailed off, deep in thought. 

Tom looked at him quizzically. "And the problem with this is...?"

"She's a virgin, and she's young. I don't know if I can... deflower her... but... she wants me to I think."

Tom's expression became slightly more serious, but a smile still tempted the corners of his lips. "So you want MY advice?" 

Joey nodded. 

Tom had to really think about this. Normally he was so happy-go-lucky, but this seemed like a serious thing with Joe. "How young?"

"She's eighteen," Joey answered. 

Tom whistled, looked at Joey and said, "She's legal." 

Joey nodded, looked at the floor and then back at Tom. "She's legal, but I'm not sure it's right..."

"Go with your gut, I guess." Tom shrugged. 

Joey nodded and pretended to shrug it off, but Jenny was at the back of his mind all afternoon. 

.......

Jenny didn't talk to Joey or approach him the rest of the night. She wasn't sure quite what to do. Did Joey really feel the way she did? Did he really still want to spend time with her? She wasn't even thinking about the sexual aspect. She was worried she'd lose her friendship with her uncle because they'd chosen to act on their feelings. Well, she assumed he had those feelings too. 

That night she almost slipped back into the pajamas he bought her, but she stopped herself. She dropped an old, faded Snoopy t-shirt over her head, stepped into some plain, white, cotton panties, and slid under her blanket and sheet. She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, but her dreams were twisted and disturbing. 

She dreamt Joey caught her masturbating, saying his name as she came. He pulled her out of her bed, down the hall and shoved her toward the end of her parents' bed. He woke her parents and demanded she tell them what she'd done. 

Jenny awakened when she cried out in her sleep. She was shaking with anger, sadness and shock. Tears started, and she couldn't stop them. Why would Joey do that to her?

.......

Joey heard Jenny scream. He went to his door, opened it a crack and looked down the hall toward her room. No one was in the hall. He tiptoed quietly toward her room. He door was slightly open, and he peeked inside the crack. The hall light was off, so she couldn't see him, but he could see her in the light from the purple lamp beside her bed. 

Oh no. She was hugging herself, rocking forward and back on her bed. What should he do? He wanted so badly to rush in, take her into his arms and make everything okay. He heard her sniffle, and saw her lift her fist and wipe her nose with the back of her hand like a five-year-old. He couldn't decide if that was adorable or gross. 

She was crying. As his eyes adjusted, he could see big, crocodile tears creeping down her face. He didn't know what to do, but he had to do something. 

He heard a click and saw light spill under the door to his brother's room. Before he did something stupid like rushing into Jenny's room, he walked down the hall to her parents' door. He knocked softly. 

After a few seconds and some shuffling sounds, Jane opened the door. "What is it, Joey?" she asked. She had a brief flash of family "sleepovers" when Joey and Jenny would curl up on the bed with she and George and fall asleep between them while they all watched a Disney movie. Wow, things had really changed. There Joey stood, all grown up and handsome. She admired him for everything he'd done despite the situation with his own parents. 

"Uh... I heard Jenny scream, so I went to her door. It was open a little, and... well, I think she's crying. I didn't know what to do, so I came to get you." 

Jane reached out and squeezed Joey's shoulders. "I'll go see about her. You go get some sleep."

Joey walked back to his room, got back into his bed, and lay there the rest of the night struggling between sleep and wakefulness, worrying about Jenny. .......

Joey got out of bed late the next morning after his fitful sleep. The house was empty. He grabbed a banana and a glass of milk and then went for a run to get out of the house and clear his head. He hadn't been getting enough of a workout lately, not like he used to when he was in school and going to the gym every day. 

As he ran, despite trying hard to think of anything else, all Joey could think about was Jenny. Mostly he thought of her crying out in her sleep, then sitting on her bet crying as he peeked into her room. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know how. He'd promised his brother George he'd be someone Jenny could talk to when she was reluctant to talk to her parents. He'd promised to be an uncle she could trust. He was doing a really botched-up job of that. 

He tried to think about things from her perspective. He'd acted like he wanted to spend time with her. He'd let her know how much he cared, in a different way than he should and much more than was advisable. Then... From her perspective it probably seemed like he'd pushed her away after their one really intimate encounter. He'd practically asked her to stay away from him. It probably seemed like he was telling he to keep her goodies to herself. Then he'd gone to bed without talking to her, gotten up after everyone was gone... What must she think about him now? After she'd experienced such a recent, painful break-up, had he broken her heart all over again?

He felt like a dirty, old pervert who'd taken advantage of a hot, young girl and then left her confused and crying. He ran faster, pushing himself to the limit. He wondered if he was right, if she really felt him pushing her away. He hadn't meant to push her away. He wanted to comfort her, to love her, but he wasn't sure what to do or how to go about it. It was all very risky and confusing. 

When he got back, he took a quick shower. He stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, wrapped securely around his waist. He almost went to his room to get dressed, but then he noticed Jenny's door was ajar. Against his better judgment, he tiptoed to her room and stuck his head inside. Knowing he was home alone, he entered her room. He didn't know why he was in there or what he was doing. He looked around for something... anything to indicate to him how she was feeling, why she was crying last night. 

On her desk he saw her green NetBook sitting open. He knew he shouldn't, but he scratched his finger against the touchpad, almost hoping it didn't spring to life. She didn't have it password-protected, so he was able to see what she'd been doing when she left. He thought maybe they're be a blog entry, a Facebook post (he didn't do Facebook), an e-mail to a friend, or something to indicate what was going on with her. 

But there was nothing. The only thing open was her browser. In one tab he saw the directions to a waxing place, and the next tab showed the number to a hair salon. That wasn't really useful at all. He wondered if she was at either of those places now. Did she have to work today? He couldn't remember. 

He wanted to see her, to see if she was okay after her rough night. He wanted her to know that they were okay, that somehow he and she would keep being friends, no matter what, and everything would work out for the best. Joey knew it was a bad idea, but after he got dressed, he got into his black Mustang and set his GPS to take him to the addresses he'd seen on Jenny's computer. It was crazy, risky, and probably creepy, but he felt like he had to do something.

.......

He didn't see Jenny's yellow Jeep at the hair salon, which was first on his route because it was parked right in front of the mirrored door to The Wax Room. He'd never been in a place like that before and thought he should probably wait outside. How would she react when she saw him?

He parked a few rows back from Jenny's vehicle and waited. He waited and waited and waited. What was she having waxed in there?! Her entire body?! He contemplated that for a second. She really might be in there naked having someone, a woman he hoped, waxing the hair from her entire sexy, young body. He imagined her on a table on her back. (He guessed that was how they did it? Like at massage parlors, like he'd seen on TV?) Her pretty legs were spread wide, revealing a prickly pussy, in need of a good waxing. 

He thought about their time together a couple of nights ago and realized he hadn't actually seen her pussy. He'd felt how wet it way through her pants. He'd felt his cock slide between her silky lips. But he hadn't seen or felt her pussy directly. Thoughts whirred through his mind. He wanted to see her. The body of the woman in his imagination, laying on the table in the waxing salon, was mostly fuzzy and incomplete. He wanted to fill in those details through real, tangible experiences. 

As he thought about Jenny, he worried that stalking her might not be the best way to reconnect. Before he could second guess his decision too much, she bounced out of the salon. She had definitely been to the hairdresser. Her long, shiny, brunette locks were at least half a foot shorter, falling somewhere between her shoulders and bra line. Her hair was bouncy and curled. It looked girly, beautiful and very grown-up. Joey couldn't help but grin. 

She looked much happier than she had the night before. He didn't know what she'd had waxed, but her legs were definitely smooth. She wore a black halter dress with wooden beads on a string that tied behind her neck. The hem fell about six inches above her knee, showing off plenty of her long, inviting legs. She wore black, thong sandals on her feet. Her toenails, which had been pink the last time he noticed, were now yellow, almost matching her Jeep. She must have gotten a pedicure too. From across the parking lot, her beauty took his breath away. 

.......

Joey wanted to keep following her, but he decided it was best to go back home. He'd seen her, and she looked happy. She'd had a day out pampering herself. Good for her. 

That night Jenny wasn't at home for supper. He asked where she was, and George said she'd "gone out." Joey wanted to ask who she'd gone out with, but he dropped it and finished eating in silence. He was starting to think all that pampering she'd had that day was in preparation for someone that night, maybe an old boyfriend or a new guy she met through work. Was she on a date?




Bedtime Stories Ch. 02



He tortured himself about it while he watched TV after supper. He stayed up waiting for her until 10, 11, 12. Finally just after 12, he headed to bed. He burrowed under the covers and forced himself to fall asleep. 

He awoke with a start when he heard the door to a vehicle slam in the driveway. He peeked through his blinds and saw Jenny stumbling up the porch steps. The thong on one of her sandals was broken, and she was holding the front of her dress up with her left hand. Half of its wooden beads were missing. When the porch light fell across her face, he saw a streak of mascara running down both cheeks. He thought he noticed a streak of blood on her face, beginning at the right corner of her mouth. Oh no. Oh God no. 

He took all of that information in over a matter of mere seconds, and then he was out of bed and headed to meet her at the door. He heard his brother snoring when he entered the hall, so Jenny's parents must be sound asleep. 

Jenny fumbled with her key at the lock. Joey opened the door before she could figure it out. She looked up at him and began to cry. He expected her to fall into his arms and began to reach for her, but she skirted past him and down the hall to the bathroom. She shut the door, and he heard the shower water. How could he be someone she could trust if she ran away from him?

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The same day she'd felt rejected because of Joey's avoidance and inattention, Rick, Jenny's ex-boyfriend had called. Normally she didn't answer when he called, not since he dumped her, but this time she tapped the green button on her touch screen to take the call. His friends were going out of town to some clubs the next night, and he couldn't go because he had to work the day after. He was thinking about her. He missed her. He was sorry things had to turn out the way they had. He hoped she understood that he wanted her to have her freedom when she went to college. 

The way he turned it around, he seemed like a perfect gentleman and not at all like a pushy, jerk who dumped her because she wouldn't put out, and he wanted to be able to fuck every girl he met at college without worrying about Jenny's reaction. She was feeling vulnerable, hurt, and unpretty. She agreed to meet him for a movie. 

Jenny wished she could erase the whole day from her memory. She hadn't even wanted to kiss him. She just wanted a little attention, a companion, to reminisce before they parted ways. She wasn't a slut, and she wasn't going to put out for him just to get him back. She'd decided that before she even agreed on the telephone to meet him the next night. 

She hadn't told her parents where she was really going. She'd thought they would judge her. She said she was meeting a friend from work and going out to eat and bowling. She hadn't spoken to Joey in nearly two days. It occurred to her when they left the movie and got in Rick's car to "go for a ride" that no one, anywhere, except she and Rick, knew where she was. 

Rick had taken her down a dark, washboard, dirt road just outside of town. There probably wasn't a house for miles. He told her he wanted to show her the fireflies, turned his truck engine off and cut the lights. Immediately he was on her, grabbing at her. He ripped the tie on her dress groping for her breasts, and beads fell to the floor. He tore her bra and broke the clasp.

He kissed her, reached up her dress, and asked if her pussy was wet as he shoved a dry finger deep inside. She cried out in pain. She fought against him every inch of the way and reached behind her, trying to find the door handle. "Get off of me!" she screamed. The next time he tried to kiss her, she bit him HARD. 

Rick drew his hand back and backhanded her across the face. Her upper lip crushed into her teeth, and her mouth filled with the taste of her blood. Rick said, "If you don't stop fighting, I won't just fuck you. I'll fuck you, and then I'll kill you, and I'll leave your dead body deep in these woods where nobody will ever find you." He'd never been like this before, but she'd never bitten him before either. 

She stopped fighting. Jenny tried to be "absent" for the rest of it, but she was fully aware when he pulled up her dress and ripped off her panties. He stuffed them into his glove compartment and slammed it shut. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward him, causing her head to bump against the passenger door of his pick-up. She cried out in pain and astonishment. 

"Be quiet, bitch. You're going to give me what you owe me this time. Movie tickets aren't free." Did he really feel that way? All those times at the end of a date when he'd pushed so hard and she'd barely held him off, was that what he thought? She was denying him what he paid for? 

She knew she should keep quiet, but her pride won out over her sense of self-preservation. "I'm not a whore," she spat. 

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck, which he began to suck and bite, leaving marks. When he released her, he said, "No... if you were a whore, you'd be much better at this."

He fucked her not once, but twice. She was dry and tight. He pushed his cock inside anyway, roughly. He'd made her suck him hard after the first time and then raped her again. 

Her vagina hurt from the tiny abrasions he caused as he fucked her. When she walked from her Jeep to the door at home, every step brought pain because of the bruising Rick had caused to her groin. Her face hurt, and he head ached. She hoped everyone was asleep. She didn't want anyone to know. No one.



Bedtime Stories Ch. 03



I've received some negative feedback about allowing Jenny to be raped in the last chapter. I can't really apologize. That was the direction the story took in my mind. I didn't want to cheapen the story with Jenny's rape, but to introduce some aspects of real life, to make the characters more real and believable. 

What happened to Jenny is something that really happens to young women, and often those young women are afraid to come forward, as Jenny was. I don't want to make trivial the emotions a woman feels after such a brutal experience. 

Yes, it adds some grit to the story and takes away the perfect, love-story quality it seemed to have at first. My hope is that the new elements I've introduced will help me continue the story into many subsequent chapters. 

Just a heads up... This chapter has a happy ending. ;) 

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In the shower when she got home, Jenny washed away the mascara, blood and dirt. 

Joey stood outside the door. He didn't feel equipped to deal with this. He wasn't sure what had even happened, but he had an idea. When the water shut off, he knocked on the door softly. "Jen?"

Jenny wasn't ready to see him or anybody. In the shower she'd thought about it, and she knew she SHOULD tell, but she didn't know if she had that kind of courage. She was sad, heart-broken. She wanted Joey to hold her, but she didn't want him to know the shame she felt. Still, she couldn't stay in the bathroom all night. She took some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet and swallowed it with a sip of water, wrapped herself securely in a blue towel and opened the bathroom door. 

Joey had been pacing as he waited on her, but when the door opened a crack, he stopped and waited, eager to see her face. When her face appeared as she opened the door fully, anger flooded him so quickly he saw stars. His vision seemed to go blurry around the edges. "Who did this to you?" The bruises on her face and neck were fresh, and he meant to seek retribution immediately. 

Before she could answer, he was reaching inside his bedroom door to find his keys on hook beside it. 

"Joey, no..." Jenny almost whined. "Just... don't go anywhere, okay? I need you with me." It was true, but her primary thought was to keep him from killing someone. 

Joey didn't know what to do! He wrapped an arm around her and guided her into his bedroom. "Jenny... I need you to tell me what happened, okay?"

He wasn't pushy or demanding, but she knew he'd keep asking until she eventually told him. So she let it all out, and the tears came as she told him about what she'd lost. She shook as she cried, and he held her. 

He didn't know how to react to this; he wasn't prepared to ever have to deal with anything like this. He hated Rick, HATED him. He wanted him in jail, but he'd have to convince Jenny to tell someone what had happened, and he was pretty sure she'd just washed away the evidence. If he'd known maybe he could have convinced her to call the police before she had. He couldn't imagine how she must feel. He held her, rocked her back and forth. 

He didn't want to push too hard, but he had to try. "Jenny, can we tell someone about this? Can I help you get dressed and we call someone to at least give a report and try to do something about it? He can't just DO this to you and live his life like it never happened while you're left to deal with it."

Jenny was almost despondent in her response. "What does it matter, Joey? It's done. No matter what I do, I can't undo it." But she knew... she knew she could try to keep it from happening again with someone else. Who knew if he'd done it before to someone before her? 

Joey understood the weight of her words. "It" in Jenny's mind was more than the act. It was the culmination of all it meant. She thought Rick had taken from her something that she wanted to share with someone else. He hoped she wanted to share it with him. "I... he didn't take THAT. That is something you give away. If you didn't consent, he didn't take it. Not in my mind. He HURT you, and he deserves to be punished. Sex shouldn't hurt in that way. What he did wasn't sex, Jenny. It was violent and evil and wrong."

Jenny wanted to believe him, to let his words sink in and help her healing start, but he didn't even know ... he couldn't understand what she felt. "Joe... You don't understand. You don't know how this FEELS." She screamed the last word through gritted teeth and hugged herself. 

"No, I don't. I can't pretend to. I have no idea, Jenny. But I'm here. I'll walk through this with you, and I care, even if I can't understand."

She let him hold her a little longer, and then she decided it was time to get up and get about doing something. She looked down at Joe, who still sat on the bed, with a serious expression. "I'm strong. I can handle this, especially if you help me. Let me get dressed, and we'll go down to the police station. I don't want Mom and Dad to know yet. Will you drive?"

"Of course I'll drive!" Now Joey was fulfilling every bit of his promise to his brother. He was someone she could trust, someone she could talk to. Their relationship had changed so quickly -- from niece and uncle, to lovers and now... they wouldn't ever be the same again. He ached deep in the pit of his stomach when he recalled the story she'd told him. This wasn't their typical bedtime story. It was one he'd rather had never happened so that she'd had no story to tell. 

.......

The rest of the night wasn't without pain and difficulty. Jenny had to recount her story again for two different officers. They had to go to the hospital, and he held her hand through the entire process as she was swabbed and examined. 

When they returned home, it was nearly 6AM. Her parents would be up getting ready soon. They weren't working, but they had plans to go to some kind of gardening expo a few towns away. He let Jenny change into one of his t-shirts and tucked her into his bed. Then he made his way down the hall to his brother's and sister's room. He couldn't be the one to tell them, not unless she asked him to, but he had to do something to protect her until she was ready. 

Joey knocked on the door and heard some shuffling within. There was a groan, a moan, and then finally someone opened the door. It was his sister. "Jenny..." he began. "She got home late, and she had an awful headache. I was still up, and I got her some medicine. I think it's one of her migraines. She's in my bed because the curtains are darker. I'm trying to keep all the light out."

Jane nodded. "I think I've got some stronger medicine in my bathroom if you think it would help. Hydrocodone? She's been prescribed it before for migraines." Jane went to retrieve it, and he waited. He figured it couldn't hurt. She did have a headache, after all, and it might help her get some rest. 

.......

A week passed, then two, three. Jenny told her parents, and Rick was arrested. He'd go to trial eventually, but it would likely be awhile. 

Joey didn't even broach the subject of sex with her. He read her bedtime stories, supported her decision to work fewer hours, and sat outside with her by the pool while she read. He reapplied sunscreen many a time, and he made a great effort each time to hide the erection that was inevitable every time his hands rubber her warm, nubile body. She was every bit a hot, young, innocent, attractive virgin to him, but he didn't mention any of those feelings for awhile. He felt that she had to be the one to turn their relationship in that direction because he wasn't sure it was a place she wanted to go right now, after what happened. 

One day when he was massaging her back, sitting on the edge of her lounger, she rolled over to face him. "Joey?" she said. 

"Hmm?" His tone was relaxed. 

"Do you ever think about... you know... about what we did that time when we read the Cinderella story?" She wasn't quite sure how to bring it up, so she managed to skirt around the actions and focus on the story preceding them. 

Joey let out a long, deep breath. "I do, Jenny. I think about it every day." 

She lifted the left corner of her mouth -- a half-smile mixed with regret. "Are you mad that I haven't... that we haven't done anything like that lately?"

How could he ever be mad? No! "I'm not mad at all. I completely understand that it will take time to... we'll get back there one day, if you want to." 

Her eyes lit up and the regret left her smile, which became full and brilliant. "Oh... I most definitely want it to." 

Despite his recent attempts to squelch his body's responses, he couldn't help the tingle that traveled down to his cock. It began to rise of its own accord, though he tried to think about dead kittens and grandmothers breasts sagging to their knees. 

Jenny noticed. A sense of relief flooded her. She'd honestly wondered if he could ever think of her that way again, but she had to bring it up. It was driving her crazy not knowing. 

"I'm not really, uh... hurting anymore. You know, after what happened." Whenever they ever referred to the incident with Rick, they called it "what happened." Somehow it made it easier to talk about. She didn't know why. 

Hurting? She couldn't mean emotionally. Did she mean...? "Hurting how?" Joey had to ask. 

"My vagina, Joey." She almost rolled her eyes when she had to be so direct. She'd expected him to get it. 

"Oh..." His voice trailed off. Not knowing quite how to respond, he began to massage sunblock onto her shoulders, her chest, and her neck. He always let Jenny do her face, so he reached to squirt a little into her hand. She covered her face and got her ears. Next he moved to her stomach. Her suit was a dark pink, almost red. The bottoms cinched and tied in little bows at the sides, and the top cinched in the middle, accenting and supporting her beautiful breasts. Straps extended from the middle and were meant to reach up and tie behind her neck, but when she tanned, she always tied them in a big bow above her cleavage so she wouldn't get tan lines. 

He hadn't seen what was hidden beneath that suit in weeks, and as he began to rub her stomach beneath them, he couldn't help paying special attention to the curve just below her breasts. He couldn't help but stare at them. Her nipples were hardening as he spread his fingers across her abdomen. They poked through the fabric like little pebbles, straining to escape. His cock ached, but he managed to keep his erection mostly hidden down the leg of his shorts. 

Joey's attention was driving Jenny mad with lust, and she decided it was finally time to do something about it. No one was home other than she and Joey, and her parents wouldn't be back for hours. The back yard was surrounded by a high, wooden fence. Quickly, she reached behind her back and deftly unzipped the back of her top. She pulled it away and threw it only the chair beside her before Joey had a chance to realize what was happening. 

She looked into his eyes, and he saw permission, maybe even a plea. He coated his hands in more sun lotion and began to spread it across her breasts, from center to nipple. He cupped them and squeezed gently. He stroked her skin and then grabbed her nipples, pulling them up and then letting go, allowing her breasts to drop back to her chest with a jiggle. After several pulls her nipples were hard and elongated. Oh how he wanted to suck them, but he'd just coated them in sunscreen. 

"Let me get your back and then we'll hop in the pool and cool off." He pulled his hands away. Luckily, she flipped over obediently. He covered her back and sides with lotion. Then he squatted beside her, extended one arm underneath her and the other around her legs, hefted her body off the lounger and threw her into the pool in one swift motion. 

She came up sputtering and annoyed. She splashed water in his direction and gave him a threatening glare. Before she could get her wits about her enough to retaliate, he jumped into the pool a few feet away from her, causing a huge splash and waves. 

"Joey! Ugh!" She went for him as soon as his head was above the water, and she was holding onto his shoulders before he could escape. She wrapped her legs around his torso, hooked her feet together behind his back, and then she put both hands on top of his head and pushed him quite deliberately under the water three times. He struggled, but most of it was to let her think she was in control. When he came up the third time, he was laughing. She splashed water in his face. 

Some went up his nose and stung. "Alright, little lady," he used a decent John Wayne to chastise her. Then he tried to spank her ass in the water, like Wayne spanked some of the women in his classic westerns, but the water put up too much resistance. So his spanks felt more like pats to her sweet, round bottom. Giving up, he grabbed it instead. 

He swam a few feet toward the shallow end, where he could touch bottom. He looked down at her breasts, both dripping with water, just above the water level of the pool. Bringing his hands back to her front, he cupped them and took one nipple then the other into his mouth, back and forth between them. He sucked hungrily, nursing at her. Jenny moaned and grabbed his wet hair, pulling his head toward her. She wanted this, badly. 

She began to rock her body against him in the water, and she felt his rigid cock poking at her butt, just beneath her. If she could just slide down him a little bit... 

Before she could move, Joey released Jenny's breasts and grabbed her ass again. He pushed her down his body until her mound was pressed against the head of his hard cock. "Are you sure nothing down there hurts anymore?" 

She gave him a wicked look, coupled with a grin. "I'm pretty sure. I've been shoving a dildo up there, thinking about fucking you for days." 

Wow. Amazing! He began to grind her pussy against his cock through their suits. He groaned as he felt her pussy lips part so that his cock was gliding between them with each thrust. 

Jenny wanted that fabric gone. She reached for the waistband of his trunks and pushed it down, unleashing his raging erection. The resulting feeling was pure ecstasy. She could feel his cock nearly push into her hole through her thin swim bottoms. Then it moved upward until at last his thick head met her clit. With every thrust, he brought her closer to orgasm. 

She wanted him inside her. She wanted to come with him inside her. But... did she really want their first time to be so spontaneous in the pool? He thrust again, but this time he didn't slide upward. Instead he pressed into her pussy, entering her hole through her suit, with only fabric stopping him from going more than an inch inside. Hell, she didn't care where they were. She didn't care that it wasn't perfectly planned. She wanted that stiff, thick cock, inside her pussy NOW. 

"Joey, fuck me. Please fuck me. I can't stand it anymore. Please." She pleaded with him. 

Joey seemed unsure at first, so she implored him again. "I need... to feel... your hard cock inside my soft, wet little pussy. FUCK. ME." 

"Yes ma'am." Joey reached between their bodies and found his niece's swimsuit bottoms. He quickly pushed them to the side and prepared to enter her virgin (as he still thought of her) pussy. "Are you ready?" he asked. He knew she was tight and he was about to stretch her wide and penetrate her deeply. 

"I am more than ready, uncle." 

He loved how dirty "uncle" sounded coming out of her sweet mouth when he was about to fuck his niece for the first time. 

"You are a dirty, naughty, bad little girl. Do you know that? You're about to let your uncle fuck you, aren't you little girl?" 

Jenny grinned. "Hell yes! Fuck me, Uncle Joey." 

Joey began slowly. He met a little resistance as his cock pressed past her tight entrance. He was pretty sure she had no hymen to break. He was right; Jenny couldn't even remember when that had happened. She assumed it had been broken long ago, probably from fucking herself with her fingers and later with her big, thick dildo. 

Once he was beyond her opening, as he slowly entered her fully, her pussy accommodated him. Jenny couldn't believe her pussy was able to take his huge cock, but she was glad. Feeling almost weightless in the water, she was able to bounce up and down on his erection easily. She wanted it to last forever, but she didn't thinks he could last much longer at all. 

"Shoot your cum in me, Joey! Cum in my pussy." 

Really? Should he really cum in her pussy? "Are you sure? What if..."

Before he could finished, she shushed him. "I'm on birth control. I've been on it for a year, just in case. I was..." She almost told him about her plans to surprise Rick, but changed her mind. 

Joey didn't respond. He just fucked her harder, faster. He rammed his cock in and out of her pussy, bouncing her up and down, splashing water on both of them and all over her breasts. He leaned down and licked droplets of chlorine-flavored water from her rock-hard nipples. 

"Suck them," Jenny begged. She loved having her nipples bitten and sucked while she came, and she was so, so close. 

Joey latched on to her left nipple and sucked hard. It was enough to put her over the top, and she begged, "Now the other one!" as she her pussy began to spasm around his cock. He sucked harder on her right nipple as he started to cum with her. She pushed his face away and kissed him, hard, pressing her lips fully against his and searching for his tongue as she pushed hers into his mouth. She felt in control and powerful as she milked his wonderful cock with her tight pussy. 

When he'd finished cumming, Jenny unhitched her ankles, pushed against the water surrounding him and floated away, toward the edge of the pool. Some of his cum leaked into her swimsuit as she went, but the fabric kept it from getting into the pool, at least not very much. 

She lifted herself up and placed a knee on the side of the pool. She realized her ass was on display, and she hoped Joey was watching. 

He was. His eyes were intently fixed on her tan, dripping wet, young body as she drew herself up out of the pool. "When are your parents getting home again?" He knew really, but it was his segue to his next request. 

"Oh, about eight or so. They called earlier and said they're going out to dinner together after work." 

"Oh really?" Joey smiled broadly and wiggled his eyebrows, eliciting a giggle from Jenny. 

"Yes, really," she responded. She made a pitiful attempt at a wink, and her uncle laughed. She never could quite get the hang of winking. 

"How about we take a shower and wash this pool water off? Then maybe we can, um, "christen" my bed.. then maybe yours.. and perhaps the couch in the living room? Dining room table? Kitchen counters?" 

Jenny raised her eyebrows and laughed out loud. "A bit eager to play with your new toy, huh?" 

"I'm not sure you're a new toy. I mean, I've had you to play with for 18 years. But maybe I can teach an "old" toy some new tricks." 

Jenny swatted his butt with a towel and grunted disapprovingly as she followed him into the house. She was anything but "old," and he was about to find out just how much stamina a young teenage girl could have.