12 comments/ 146040 views/ 31 favorites My Vanessa Vesuvio By: quandom Without risking my neck too much, what do I dare I tell you about me and Vanessa Vesuvio, the 18-year-old teenage temptress? The list of our secrets is a mess that's out of control. It's not simply that Vanessa is my wife's little sister and is barely legal. The scarier problem, as you'll discover, is Vanessa's father, and the family she's part of. So how did I get in this fix, where I now spend my life looking over my back? Well I'll start at the beach club at the bay, because maybe it was then – although I'm still not certain – that Vanessa began her plan to seduce me. It was a hot Sunday afternoon, with no cooling breeze. I swam the length of the bay, paused a few minutes on the rocks fascinated by the tiny fish trapped in the pools, then raced myself back. Still breathing hard, I got the Sunday newspapers, sat down at the club's front bar with a coffee Americano, and looked out across the white sand beach to the sparkling emerald water. It was a great day. Vanessa was sunbathing in the private beach area in front of the club, her straps pulled down, and her bathing suit pulling tight across her perfect young ass. It was impossible not to take the odd surreptitious stare – most of the other member voyeurs were peeping too, the old perverts. I read on, sipping my coffee. I was preparing to leave half an hour later, when suddenly she was by my side in the bar. "I've done sunbathing. Is there a chance of doing the hitchhiker bit - thumbing a ride back home?" she chirped. "Like, I'll just fry if I have to walk all the way up that hill." Of course I agreed. My wife's sister scrambled into the front seat wearing a visor, her Madonna celebrity sunglasses, and her white monogrammed club robe. She kicked off her thong sandals as she began to chatter about school and a coming formal. Maybe she was flirting too in a schoolgirl sort of way. Five minutes drive up the winding avenue, I pulled up outside mys' palatial pile, and walked round to open her door. "Thanks a mill– See ya," she said, catching my eye as I helped her out with her bag, Vanessa wriggled her shoulders as she climbed up from the seat, and quite suddenly two peachy firm breasts jumped out from her robe. They jiggled naked for a moment, inches from my nose. Their perfect, pendulous, pear shaped beauty, their hard pink nipples, and the sheer surprise of the moment, jolted me like a five hundred volt shock. Her eyes held mine. She hesitated, and then blushed scarlet, her baby blues wide, as she fumbled her bouncy breasts back into her robe, which had gaped open to her waist. They sat there, only slightly covered, as beautifully framed as those of a model in a lingerie fashion shoot. Then she turned away and sped up the marble front steps, the robe swinging from her pert backside. "It was an accident," I thought as I drove off, surprised by the huge sexual power of her young body, and a surge of excitement in my stomach I hadn't felt for a long time. It was fully a minute before I realized maybe something didn't add up. Underneath her robe Vanessa was still wearing the same red and black swimsuit that clung to the shape of her tight little backside on the beach. I knew this because I'd caught a glimpse of it as she'd swirled round to wave goodbye before going through the front door. And the swimsuit was not a bikini, it was a one piece, whose top couldn't just fall away, so that her beautiful tits fell out. Or could it? I just wasn't sure. I've known Vanessa for eight years since she was an awkward kid, and I've watched her flower. You know a rose that's beautiful for a fortnight has just one day where its youthful bloom is perfectly peaked? Likewise a girl becoming a young woman enjoys maybe six months where her new beauty is as fresh and firm as Vanessa's. Truly, she was astonishing. It was Vanessa's eldest sister Helena, who had been my wife. Four years ago while I was away with my executive team at a sales conference, Helena was killed when she drove her car off a straight piece of road late at night. My secretary found me and I took the call in a hotel room at 6am. For a price, a contact high up in the police department helped cover the evidence she was drunk, and I told not a soul - especially her father – that the road she was driving in her tennis dress at two in the morning, was the route home from her coach's apartment. It was as tawdry an unfaithful wife story as that. Curious, and still bitter and angry, I went to visit the guy a week later. But he'd disappeared. He must have known I'm not a man to piss off, and guessed I'd be coming for him - or worse, maybe the visitor wouldn't be me, but an associate of Emilio Vesuvio, Helena's father. Helena had been hard yards but I'd loved her once, and at thirty eight I was left feeling a little lost and – I thought – by myself. But Helena's parents made like they knew nothing of her affair and only a little about her alcohol problem, and were determined I wouldn't drift away from their family. They persisted in inviting me home twice a week to their family dinners, where I'd watched Vanessa grow into a beautiful but spoiled teenager. Her Italian father Emilio Vesuvio, was a Calabrian immigrant whose work, brains, and personality, had made him a very big dick in the road transport business. His trucking firm had depots across twenty states. His blonde wife Lorna was a prideful Scot, the socialite daughter of some important Highland clan chieftain, who believed she'd married down. Four of their five children had taken the dark haired Italian genes. But Vanessa, the unexpected later life child, and the youngest by eight years, was a genetic cross. She had her mother's blonde hair, lithe body, and startling blue eyes - all made the more dramatic by the smooth olive skin taken from her Mediterranean side. The middle sister Antonia was dark haired and serious, a history department Associate Professor, who spent her spare hours in her room endlessly writing – without much promise it seemed – a historical novel set in Elizabethan England. Vanessa's brothers, Ricky and Bernardo, were Emilio's disappointments and after I married Helena, he virtually adopted me as a third son. Offering wise advice and business introductions, he gave help from the side as my ceramic tiles retail business flourished and spread. I felt a little churlish every time I deflected Emilio's suggestions that he invest in my company and become a partner. But I needed to preserve my independence, and there was a second, awkward truth – I couldn't be sure what else might be dealt into a partnership with Emilio Vesuvio. To build his empire, Emilio had co-operated with the Teamsters Union – there could be no other way. He made big political donations which meant senior conservative politicians welcomed him to their homes, while avoiding him in public. A city public relations firm was paid a small fortune to keep the media focussed on Emilio's many good works, rather than the rumours about the volcanic Vesuvio temper, and possible gangster connections. Mostly they were successful. For all that, I could not have asked for a better father. Strange, isn't it, how we can love someone we're scared of? Like Emilio, and like Vanessa too. xxxx Several weeks after Vanessa's swimming robe expose, I called at their house on a Friday evening to drop off some books I'd borrowed from Antonia. Bumper and Bollo, the German shepherds, scrabbled excitedly at my knees and licked my hands, as I rang the doorbell, and waited. When nobody answered, I put the books down on the step, patted the dogs again, and was turning to leave when the door cracked. Vanessa peeped through. "Hey Uncle David - you're just who I need to see," she said. Vanessa calls me "Uncle" – obviously I'm not, and besides, the eighteen years between us is hardly a generation. "Everyone's out, but can you come in? I'm being picked up in an hour for a School Formal, but I think I've got the dress wrong." She took my arm and led me down past the art collection in the hall, to their huge family kitchen. "I'll get you a drink," she said, and inexpertly fumbled a bottle of her father's best pinot grigio from the bar fridge . "So what do you think? Will this dress pass the test?" Vanessa said, stepping back and striking a theatrical modelling pose, her chin inclined, breasts thrust forward, and a stockinged leg peeping through the gash up the side of her spangled outfit. "You look terrific, kid. You'll knock 'em dead," I said, admiring her as I sipped the white wine she'd wrongly splashed into one of Emilio's special Riedel claret glasses. He'd have had a fit. "C'mon Uncle David - don't play with me," she complained. "Really and honestly, don't you think it's a bit too....too small girly? I want to look grown up and sexy." The outfit was about as small-girly as a night out in Berlin. Vanessa picked a slinky black dress from a hanger that had been slung over a door, and held it in up in front of her. "I thought this might be a more sophisticated look. What do you think?" "Sorry Vanessa, I've got no imagination with these things," I said. "If you were wearing it maybe I could say, but I just can't tell when something's on a hanger. Besides you look great in what you've got on." She pursed her lips and considered the black dress intently. "No, I need your opinion. I think I'll try it on and show it to you," she said. "Hold on a second." Vanessa turned on her heel, and I thought she was going to walk down the corridor to her bedroom. But she stopped, hesitated, and suddenly reached around behind herself. She pushed her fingers up her back and clawed down her zip, then wriggled her hips, and let the dress rustle down to the floor. She stood with her back to me wearing a matching cream half bra and clingy boy pants that shimmered against her light olive skin. Her stilettos emphasised the shapeliness of her long legs, which were clad in sheer stockings pulled to an inch below the tops of her slim thighs, and hooked to a lacy garter belt. "I'll have to change the stockings too," she muttered, and as my eyes stood on stalks, she bent from the waist to slip off her high heels, flashing her tight ass straight up at me. At the top of her tanned legs, I could see a gap of light between her thighs, and in the tiny gap I saw her panties stretch and cling to the twin bulges of her pussy lips as she bent further. A wrinkle of semi transparent fabric puckered down her labia into the visibly pink crease of her slit. Still with her elegant back to me, she slid her stockings down each leg, and then straightened and stepped out of the puddle of dress around her ankles. Vanessa half turned to me as she picked up the black dress she'd spread on the counter. Her bra gaped further, and I saw a flash of nipple at the tip of her curving breast. "Mom and Daddy haven't seen this one," she giggled. "They'd kill me if they did. But here we go." She stood high on her toes, her slim back arched as she lifted her arms, the exhibitionist little minx. She began to pull the black number down over her wavy blonde hair and the borrowed pearl choker – too old for her – which was clipped around her slim neck. But the dress got caught as it came past her shoulders. "It's stuck Uncle David. It hasn't got a zip and it's so damn' tight - can you help me please?" said Vanessa, her blue eyes flashing, as her head re-emerged from the dress. Not knowing what else I could do, I tried to help pull the dress down her back towards her panties without touching her. But she took my hands and guided them round to her front where she was trying to slide the dress over her breasts, which struggled to burst from the half bra. "Here Uncle David," she said. "Pull it down here." Her butt pushed firmly into my crotch as my hands pawed over her firm breasts, trying to help her. But as I pulled at the dress, her breasts popped out from the lacy half bra fabric, and into my hands. She gasped, and I felt her nipples immediately stiffen and jut. Embarrassed, I froze, holding her tits. Then I gathered my senses, softly tucked her young breasts back into her bra, and helped her slide the black dress down. My fingers crossed the cool of her flat stomach and ran across her satiny panties and her hips. Yes the dress was a little tight, but still, it slid on quite easily. I wasn't at all sure my help was needed. I stepped back, breathing heavily, and she caught my eyes as she gazed back, her face flushed. Her tongue flickered between her lips, and she smiled slightly. "So?" she asked. "What's the verdict?" I was bursting. I wanted to grab my wife's sister and take her on the spot. To rip away the silly dress, and put my hands under her cute little backside. To lift her curvy ass up onto the counter, to spread her legs wide exposing her thighs, to pull her delicate panties aside, and to bury my throbbing cock inside the puffy pussy lips I'd been offered the glimpse of. My cock, which had been absent on holidays, was suddenly so excited I felt I could come in my pants like a teenager. But I stepped back scared, and with my heart thumping, gave her my widest, cheesiest, smile. "Sweetheart, you make both dresses look great. But pushed for a choice, I'd put the first at the top of the list," I said. "That's good," she whispered. "Guess it means I won't need to change over to the black panties." "I've gotta rush now," I said. "So have fun tonight, and I'm seeing you all Sunday. Okay?" "Oh, all right," she sighed. ""Glad I had you to help, Uncle Dave. But are you sure you won't finish that drink?" Was she staring down at the tent in my trousers? I'm not certain she noticed. But I left because if I'd stayed another sixty seconds I couldn't have helped myself. I'm not a cradle snatcher or a pervert – the thought of incest with my little sister scared me. Well, technically it wouldn't be incest I guess. It wouldn't quite be sister incest, and it wouldn't quite be incest with my niece either. But tell that to Lorna or worse Emilio. Or ask the ghost of Helena for that matter. xxxxx More weeks passed, and there was an argument. Emilio was taking his family to the summer house for a long weekend, but Vanessa insisted she stay in the city for a girlfriend's birthday party. Her parents grudgingly agreed, but careful of her, set the condition she be chaperoned by me at my place for the three nights they were away. So Vanessa arrived on Friday night in her brand new red Fiat, and set herself up in a guest bedroom. When she was ready I took her up the street to Vadio, a medium swanky bar and restaurant. We had a couple of glasses of wine, and I enjoyed the conversation. Vanessa had the idealized view of life you'd expect of someone only beginning to see its realities. And while she's a bit scatterbrained, she has a splash of her father's ruthless intelligence, some of her mother's practicality – and more than a touch of the devil. Vanessa would have sat up late, but I was wary and made my excuses. "Well, as for me? I'm going to the gym first up, but I'll be back by eight," she said. Her disappointment was only half hidden. xxxxx My bedroom door was open, so in the morning I heard her go out and start her little Fiat. Then I drifted back into a light sleep. I sleep naked, and it being a hot night, I'd kicked the sheets down past my feet. I was in an erotic morning dream, strangely, about her bespectacled sister Antonia, when a small noise beside the bedroom door woke me. Immediately I was aware I was lying on my back with my uncircumsized cock stiffened hard into a huge erection, which pointed uncovered, straight towards the ceiling. Vanessa, dressed in red lycra gym gear that clung to every curve of her body, was standing at the bedroom door, staring in. She couldn't see I was awake because my head was hidden in shadows, but the light from behind the door meant my sexual excitement was fully visible to her. I almost reached down to pull up the sheet, but realized it would be less embarrassing to pretend I was asleep. I kept breathing slowly, and watched Vanessa through slit eyes as she edged quietly into the room, her eyes fixed on my prick, which had become so tight and excited by the dream that I couldn't stop it jerking spasmodically. And the sight of Vanessa peeping at me made matters worse – my cock was tingling, and as it clenched and unclenched involuntarily, I realized I was very close to spurting a big load of cum. I tried to hold on. Vanessa reached the bed, and knelt beside it, staring at my cock, her big blue eyes wide and transfixed, her cheeks flushed, and her pink lips slightly open. I kept breathing heavily as if I was asleep I felt Vanessa's hands move onto the bed, and then a small shift on the mattress, as she lifted herself up and leaned towards my dick, staring at it intently like a uniformed nurse doing a hospital patient's cock examination Her face was so close now I could feel the warm air of her breath on the skin of my cock, and a chill where the air had cooled the small spill of early sperm that had leaked from its helmet. I felt her hand brush against my cock, and begin to lightly caress my balls, as she explored them quietly, squeezing, feeling, seemingly weighing them too. Vanessa moved her hands back down, and I realized she was slowly edging her gym gear off. First she peeled the bottom down. She was nude underneath. I saw a flash of trimmed pussy hair and a glimpse of her long pink slit and tight curvy ass as she turned, and then arching her perfect orbs, pulled off her tight top. Still staring at my cock, and watching me carefully, she brushed her breasts and her hardened nipples across the hairs on my legs as she edged herself back up towards my cock. Vanessa's fingernails crept around its base and attempted to circle it. Defeated, she muttered something like "wow, huge cock," and stroked it delicately, her fingers inching their tantalizing way up my dick's length towards its tip. Through the slits of my eyes I could see her lips working nervously. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking, and her mouth open. In anticipation of her enveloping softness, my cock jerked wildly, brushing through the blonde hair hanging over her shoulders in front of her face. With the frisson of her soft hair slipping across my excited prick, I felt its base begin to clench and spasm. I was a goner for sure. I was beginning to cum. Suddenly, there was a "beep beep" sound. Someone had texted the mobile in Vanessa's pocket. Alarmed, Vanessa grabbed her clothes from the floor and slid quickly out of the room, not looking back to see the surges of cum that were spurting uncontrolled from my jumping cock – white streams, leaping up into the space where her mouth and eyes had been a moment earlier. xxxxx I groaned, and waited for a few minutes to calm myself. But eventually I got up, showered, and dressed for the midday tee time I had at the golf club. When I reached the kitchen, I found Vanessa pink faced and awkward, still in her red gym gear, her hair now tied back. She'd made me coffee, and was beginning to scramble eggs. "You've been fast asleep?" she asked nervously. "Yes. Like a log. Dead to the world," I lied. "But having very sweet dreams," I added, giving her options. She flinched, and I saw her wondering, considering which way to jump. "Who was in them - anyone sexy?" "Mystery romance girl, I think. It was some stranger in the night." "Nobody I know then?" "Don't think so. But funny, she was dressed in red, a bit like you." Vanessa paused, her knife poised over the toast she was buttering. "Yes, romantic little mystery girl," I added. "Lucky her then," she mused. Vanessa Vesuvio giggled, hiding her mouth behind her hand. My Vanessa Vesuvio "Do you know what Daddy says to me about you?" "No – do tell." "He says you're someone I should marry." "What the hell – you can't..." "No, sorry, I said that wrong. He's not a sicko. What he means is you're the SORT of man I should marry. He says – 'Vanessa, when you get some sense in that silly head, you'll see. And if you get lucky – real lucky - you'll find someone people respect. And a man like David will make you his bride.' "Anyway, even though you're sexy as hell, you're an older man." My vanity got the better of me. I couldn't help myself. "Old, you say? God I'm only thirty-eight – in my prime, at the peak of my powers." "Yeah, I seen that," she smirked. xxxxx Vanessa was going to her girlfriend's that afternoon to get dressed for the birthday party, and I had a noon tee time booked at my golf club. We bet a hundred, and I forgot her. After nine holes my partner and I were down, so we pressed and the money came down to the last hole. I sank the curling, downhill, fifteen foot putt, knowing it would have skittered ten feet past the hole, unless it had dropped. "Dave, the bloody iceman," bitched one of my opponents. "He's a killer - buried us alive again." "Yeah, he takes lessons from his father," joked his buddy. The four of us stayed for the Saturday night dinner at the club. I got home, watched the Dodgers, and was in bed by midnight. But I lay awake worrying about Vanessa, like she was some kid. She is, of course. I relaxed when I heard the Fiat enter the garage an hour later. She dickered around the house for twenty minutes, and I begun to drift off, when I heard sniffling, and realized she was standing beside the bed. She was wearing a white satin gown, sobbing. "Hey, what's wrong? Sit down and tell me," I said. I was bare chested, but sat up and put an arm around her when she snuggled up against me. "I had a horrible time," she whimpered. "Some people I didn't now were mean to me. They found out who I was, and started saying awful things about Daddy. That he was part of The Mafia. They just went on and on, and the only thing I could do was leave. I wish our family was like other people. "He's not really a gangster, is he?" she asked. "Honey, he's a businessman in a tough old industry. Always in the papers too, like he's a celebrity. People invent things when you're famous. Can't be helped – that's just life. You wouldn't trade him for another dad, would you?" "There's no way I would." She smiled, but she was still sniffling. "Do you mind if I just lie here for a while, Uncle Dave?" "Sure," I said, not knowing she'd then creep in under the sheets. She snuggled up beside me, turned over and lay in my arms with her back to me and her ass pushed up firm against my shorts, which were all I was wearing. My nose was buried in her soft hair, and I realized she'd taken the trouble to put perfume on her neck when she'd got home. Thank god she was wrapped in the gown We lay there for several minutes. Then Vanessa disengaged herself and got out of bed. My relief lasted only a moment. "I can't get comfortable in this gown. It rides up under my armpits," she said. I could see her clearly as she unwrapped herself, because the hall light was shining into the room. Underneath Vanessa was wearing the same half bra, boy pants, and sexy stockings she'd flashed me with in her recent kitchen fashion parade. "Mind if I take these off?" asked Vanessa, her fingertips inside the elastic of the satiny pants. "Whoa there - better not," I said. "Okay, but I'll have to get rid of these or they'll end up laddered. She turned her backside, and, bending from the waist so her ass's curves poked straight at me – just as she'd done in the kitchen – she slowly rolled the stockings down her thighs, and carefully over her ankles. Before I she could say anything more she slid straight back into my bed, turned her back, pushed her bum up against my front, and pulled my arms back around her. "That's better," she whispered. "Now let me just doze for a while." Vanessa's scent was in my nose. Her long smooth back lay against the length of my chest. When she pulled my arms around her, my hands unavoidably cupped around her firm, shapely breasts which were half spilled from her tiny bra. One nipple had stayed inside, the other not, and I felt it stiffen. I lay there stunned, and very, very worried. In fact, so worried, my cock had not leaped up in my shorts, and was surprisingly, not trying to bury itself in her ass. I kept still, not talking, and after several minutes, Vanessa began to breathe more slowly, and make little snuffling noises. When I was sure she was asleep, I unwrapped myself from her, and turned over to face away. But I couldn't forget she was lying there an inch from me. My cock turned into a giant erection, and it was nearly an hour before I managed to fall asleep. xxxxx It seemed I was dreaming. Someone's scented hair lay across my shoulder. A hand that had gently stroked the hairs on my chest moved down to my belly, and caressed it. Fingers toyed with the top button on my shorts, hesitated, went way, then came back and opened it. I became hard, very hard, and with the fly on the shorts wide open, my cock sprang out, and into the fingers, which began to caress it. My cock was extremely excited, at that extra level of intense feeling cocks get during wet dreams. Any moment soon I was going to come into those fingers, whose nails were lightly scratching and tickling up and down the length of my cock's straining tumescence. Then suddenly I was awake. "Vanessa, what the fuck are you doing?" She held onto my cock, her fingers rigid, not saying anything. "I said – What the fuck is it you're doing?" Vanessa gave a throaty, exasperated growl. "Don't what the fuck ME Uncle Dave. You've been grinding your cock into my hands the last five minutes. And groaning like a madman. So don't pretend you're pissed with me." "I was asleep, damn it." "That's not how it felt." I turned to her angrily, and my stiffened cock slid straight up her satin covered belly. I realized she'd taken her bra off, when my chest brushed her hard nipples. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled herself closer. Now my cock stabbed into the warm gap between her legs, where it was held against the length of her slit by her smooth thighs. My cock could feel that the satin crotch of the boy pants covering her pussy lips, was warm, slick, and sopping with her excitement.. "Shit," I breathed. "How could you do this? Of course I was asleep. It's not right, and you know it." For a few moments Vanessa lay there in what seemed a sulky silence. Finally, in a small voice she said. "I'm not a slut, you know. And I'm still a virgin. I've never been fucked – well not properly, anyway." "How do you mean, 'not properly?'" "Mom and daddy are so strict. I hardly have any time by myself. A couple of times guys from school have tried to do it to me in the car. I let them get my pants off, and we put the seat back to the floor. But they weren't very good. I think one guy got his cock inside just a little bit, but I'm not really sure because he had his finger in there too. "I want to get fucked for the first time and find out what it's like. You really turn me on Uncle Dave, and you're nice to me. So when I had to come and stay with you, I thought maybe - well come on, be fair. You know the way you look at me." She began to stroke my hair, and then she took my face and tried to kiss me. "You're crazy," I said, thinking about Emilio and his wrath. But I was kissing her back. "And we're nuts - stark staring bonkers." "But I do know how to kiss," she said. Vanessa slipped her tongue in my mouth, and set to work on me. I wrapped my hands around her cute little buns, and pulled her against me. My cock had grown so long that it was now pushed all the way from the vee of the front of her crack, through the gap between her soft thighs, and out beyond her backside. I slipped down and began to tongue and kiss Vanessa's young breasts, pulling her knobby nipples inside my mouth as I sucked at them. She moaned and trembled, grinding her front against me. Vanessa opened her legs which had trapped my cock, freed it, and began to stroke its length, pulling my foreskin up and down over the wet head of my erection. I put my hand down her pants, ran it past the trimmed curly hair of her bush, and found the gap at the top of her legs. She sighed and opened her thighs, and as I rubbed down inside the satin I discovered just how thickly her pussy juices had oiled her panties. Vanessa lifted her butt, signalling me to pull her panties down her legs. When they reached her knees, she grabbed them herself, impatiently ripped them down over her ankles, and pushed her pussy back against my hand. I separated her slippery labia with my forefinger, and found the hard little nub at the tip of her slit. As I began to rub her clit rhythmically it hardened and grew more, and she moaned pushing it against me. "Feel me up, put your finger inside me," she breathed. "Make like it's a great big dildo." Her channel was slick and surprisingly tight, gripping my third finger firmly after I'd found her little hole and slowly eased it in up to my first knuckle. Then further to the second knuckle, then in-out and in-out as she jerked and wriggled her pussy on it. Vanessa kept hold of my cock, running it up and down her slit as I slid my finger in and out of her pussy, wondering whether I could fit a second finger in. "God your prick is so – it's just such a huge cock. I didn't know they could be that big." She slipped her pussy off my finger swivelled around in the bed, and moved her face down so she could look at my cock. At the same time her pussy ended up lying wet against my face. She began to lick my cock tentatively, and I felt her lips around the tip of it. Vanessa gurgled as she got the first bit in. "Is this how I'm meant to suck cock?" she asked. "Yeah, but not for too long, or you'll end up with a face full of cum. You mightn't like a face fuck," I advised. It didn't stop her, and as she struggled to get another inch into her mouth she opened her legs, and wrapped them round my head. With her pussy up against my mouth, I parted her lips again and began licking her hard little clit. Almost immediately she tightened, in spasms, and it felt like her legs would pull my head off as she gasped and writhed, rubbing her pussy hair against it. Her lips let go of my cock and she moaned: 'I'm coming Uncle Dave. Oh shit, that's so good. It's great. Fuck. Oh God, it won't stop." But eventually she ceased trembling. She settled, and then flipped around until her face was back beside mine, her eyes, glazed and half focussed, looking into me. "I really, really want you to be my first time fuck. But will it go in? I don't think I'm big enough." "Fun trying," I said, and tucked a pillow under her cute little bottom, as she raised it to me. She lifted her long slim legs, and as I climbed between them, I reached behind her knees and lifted them further. Vanessa stiffened. "I'm a bit scared," she said "Just relax, we'll go slowly." I didn't need to spit on my cock to wet it - just running it up and down her slit, covered it in juice. I found her hole with my forefinger and lay the helmet of my cock against her opening. Then with one hand underneath her, holding her bottom up, I rubbed my cock against her pussy hole making little in-out movements against her entrance, increasing the pressure as I felt her beginning to give. Suddenly my swollen head popped through, and Vanessa squealed. "Oh fu-u-ck, it's too much. I can't." But she didn't move away. I left the tip of my cock inside her tiny entrance, and began slowly pushing it down her tight channel, which stretched and made way as I pushed further. I paused when it was in about three inches, because she was panting loudly. But she grabbed my butt with both her hands, and pulled me down. "Further," she sighed. "Further, its feeling good like it's filling me up." It felt as if something made way because suddenly I was in Vanessa to my hilt, with my cockhead hard against the little bump where her womb protruded into her virgin vagina. I'd never been inside a pussy anywhere near as tight as Vanessa's, but what was surprising was how incredibly soft it felt, as its rippling walls clung to the bulging veins of my cock. Vanessa moaned, sobbed, and pulled me into her, pushing her questing virgin pussy up and down the length of my throbbing prick. Finally, when she began fondling my balls as they slapped against her wetness, I knew I was going to cum, and no way could I stop. I pulled out quickly. "Don't stop. What's wrong, put it back," she whined. "But I'm going to come," I said. "Put it in. I want to feel what it's like when you come. For God's sake, fuck me." I pushed it back in through her now red little hole, went deep, and immediately my balls clenched, she began squealing, and the spunk rushed up my cock. I began thrusting harder as she pulled me in, and I spurted what must be the biggest amount of cum I've sprayed in my life, deep inside Vanessa's tight channel. "Oh God, I can feel it. It's like being sprayed by a fire hose," she murmured, as she pushed harder and harder. Then she began to soften and relax. xxxxx A storm front raged in soon after dawn, and after Vanessa made us coffee, she came back to bed and lay beside me, her head on my chest. We listened to the rain and hail clattering against the windows, announcing that with the deed done, the world outside was cold and unfriendly. "How are we?" I asked. "Well I've been totally stuffed," she giggled. "You should have seen me hobbling round your kitchen. I was like an old lady. "You know this has to be our only time? It can't happen again," I said. "So you're just a big chicken. I thought life's meant to be risky." "Honey, there's ordinary risks, and then there's silly risks. Like we were saying last night, ours is not your usual family," I said. "You think you'll wind up in the harbour wearing concrete boots? Come on, that's so-o dramatic." "Maybe that's so. Last night was great, but you know it can't go on. It's got to become a sweet memory. We've got to promise each other this stays our secret." Vanessa was silent. I could see something was on her mind by the way she was hesitating. Eventually she spoke again. "I know you're all common sense Uncle David. So I guess you're right. But if you want me to be a good little girl and just shut up, then there's one more thing I want." My stomach sank. "What's that?" I asked, sourly enough for her to notice. "Hey you won't think it's that bad – I'm not a user." She sat up naked, climbed down the bed and turned her back to me. The she got down onto her hands and knees, so that I was looking at the most delicious little ass this side of the Mississippi. At the bottom of its crack, I could see small tufts of wet pussy hair around her lips, which were still leaking a creampie of cum. To my astonishment, she looked around her ass at me and said: "Let me tell you about my dreams." "Go ahead," I mumbled. "I loved having that first real fuck. And I'd thought about it a lot before. But what I dream about is different. When I wake up wet after fantasies in my sleep, I haven't been dreaming about some boy putting his cock in my pussy. Always it's been anal sex, a cock hard up my ass. It's my big wet, come- in- my- bum fetish. You like my little ass, huh?" She wriggled it for emphasis. "So here's what I think is fair. You fuck me up the ass just once, so I know what it's like, Uncle Dave. Then we have not one but two memories. And two secrets I swear to keep." Vanessa looked down at my hard cock which had been drinking in every word. "I see we've got the deal on anal," the little slut smirked. "Okay. You can see I'm all reluctance," I joked. "But get off your hands and knees. There's no way you'll get your anus relaxed enough, perched up high like that." Vanessa lay back down beside me and began kissing me again. "This is the best weekend of my life," she murmured. I sucked her breasts until the nipples were rock hard, then I got between her legs, and this time put two cushions under her ass, lifting it higher. I could see cum from last night was still oozing out of her pink little pussy and down to her asshole, Her sopping little cunt now took my cock more easily, and I pushed it in several times, taking it all the way out so that still more wetness seeped down her crack. She shivered with pleasure when I began fingering the juices into the rim of her asshole, which was already surprisingly slippery. I pulled my throbbing, cum soaked cock out of her pussy and set it at her rear entrance."You're sure?" I asked. "It'll probably hurt." "I know, but I want it. Please. Do it now. Stick it in my asshole." I pushed and wriggled it, but slippery as my cock was, it just couldn't penetrate the rim of Vanessa's tight little ass. "Try your fingers first," she whispered." I wet my forefinger and slid it in, and began slowly stretching her channel until I got my second finger in too. Vanessa groaned, and wriggled, pushing hard on my fingers as I worked them in and out. I put my cock back up her pussy to wet it again, and I could feel my fingers under the bottom wall of her cunt, moving up and down insider her ass. I pulled my cock out, lay it against my wet fingers, and as I edged them out of her ass, succeeded in replacing them with the helmet of my cock. It was an inch inside her clenching ass.. "Ye-es," she groaned. "Oh ye-es - push." Her skin was burning hot, she was loud, and she seemed on the edge of her senses. I discovered the muscles in her ass channel were strong, because they seized and worked in spasms along my cock, as I pushed its excited head further and deeper down into her. Looking down at my cock as it disappeared in and out I was astonished how much length Vanessa was gobbling into her tiny ass. She ran her fingers under my balls and up her slit, where she touched her clit for only a moment, before she came, squealing, as her ass deliciously gripped and re-gripped my cock. It only took a moment more, and she was wrenching a huge shuddering orgasm from me. I showered my load deep up her ass, as something in my head recognised I was completing the most erotic, sense-pulsing, fuck of my life. After, we lay still for several minutes. She snuggled against me. "Pretty good huh? Deal's done Uncle Dave – so it's our secret, and my word's my word." xxxxx She's kept her promise. But why - five years later - am I worried sick about having fucked my little sister, and still wondering if she'll keep the secret? Well by now you realize I live in a family where memories are long, and people can wait to take their vengeance cold. And there have been, as they say, "developments." Encouraged by Emilio, I did remarry - - Professor Antonia Vesuvio, the beauty concealed behind the glasses. What Antonia also hid was an unexpected talent. Her historical novel had finished up rather differently to the way she started it out. The world now knows Antonia Vesuvio is the mistress of sexy bodice rippers placed in historic settings. Her first three books sold ten million copies and still counting. Antonia seems the definition of the perfect wife. The list of her qualities describes a married man's dream:- One, she's biddable, and is easy to live with. Two, with her new publishing contract she's damn near as rich as her father. And three, my professor is an absolute slut in the bedroom. She's a deep throat cum eater who's not content till she's gagging on me. She loves vintage fucking, having her pussy creamed and pounded. And as for anal sex, Antonia researches it deeper than her novels. My Vanessa Vesuvio Soon after we married Antonia discovered Victoria's Secret, and must be on their top list of sexy lingerie customers. She does it to please and tease me, but now she's also trying to get a tax break on her bullet bras, thongs, and crotchless panties - she's discovered she writes best if she's sitting at her keyboard dressed to fuck. I know the Professor has three great loves in her life. There's me despite myself, there's her dad Emilio not withstanding his scary darkness, and there's her kid sister Vanessa, who Antonia would lay down her life to protect. Each year it seems Vanessa and Antonia become still closer, but in the last twelve months Antonia has told me she has real concerns about her little sister. "I sometimes wonder if she's a nymphomaniac. And she's drinking too much – a bit like Helena," Antonia told me. "And when Vanessa drinks, she blabs. You wouldn't credit some of the tales she tells me. There's one new story after another. "And she says there's more to come. There's stuff to tell me about family which she says I'd never believe." Antonia paused, perplexed. "David, I wonder..." And so it goes - just when you think your life is perfect. xxxxx Author's note from Quandom - I hope you liked the story of my favourite slut, Vanessa Vesuvio. If you did, your voting is appreciated, and your feedback is enjoyed. Click on my name if you want to read my other stories.