0 comments/ 180862 views/ 63 favorites Uncle Karl By: barebacknubianf 1. I came home from college one hot summer afternoon to find a big black BMW parked in the driveway and the front door open. Wondering if my Mum had visitors, I stepped inside and peeked into the living room. There was nobody there. "Hello?" I said. "We're in the kitchen!" "Who's 'we'?" I shouted, walking through to the kitchen. I kicked off my shoes and took the clips out of my hair, letting it fall free. I got my answer a second later when I arrived in the kitchen and saw my Mum there with an older man, both of them sitting down at the table where the hazy sunshine fell. The man was broad-chested, with short black hair, greying at the temples but still thick. He was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, and there was a pair of sunglasses in his chest pocket. 'Well, hello,' I thought to myself, smiling at him. I was instantly glad for the weather; it had been so hot that all I was wearing was a short denim skirt and a pink halterneck. It showed off my legs and my shoulders rather nicely, and I could see something in his eyes that told me he'd noticed. "Hi," I said to them both, but mainly to him. I flicked my blonde hair back from my ear and fixed him with my killer stare. "Hi, darling," said Mum. She grinned at me. "Can you guess who this is?" I blinked and looked at the man. Suddenly I realised there was something familiar about him - the line of his jaw, and the way his nose was ever-so-crooked. "Do I know you?" I said, narrowing my eyes. He smiled suddenly, showing a perfect line of white teeth. "You could say that." He showed me his profile, then winked at me. I looked at him, shaking my head. I couldn't quite place him, but I really wished I could... "The name 'Karl' doesn't ring any bells?" said Mum. Karl? The penny dropped. "Uncle Karl!" My mother's older brother, who lived in Spain and was in the car business. God. I hadn't recognised him. All of a sudden I was painfully aware of how I must have just come across: a flirty, skimpily dressed teenage fashion victim with nothing between my ears except fluff. Great - real classy, Britt. "Hi," I said, feeling my cheeks pinking. He laughed, looking me up and down. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have recognized you either. You've changed quite a bit in the last...how many years?" I shrugged. "I don't know." "At least eight," Mum said. "You were there at Britt's tenth birthday. Remember?" Uncle Karl shook his head, looking at me, eyes twinkling. "My little sister's girl is really eighteen? God, where does the time go?" He really had the most wonderful eyes. I looked away and said "Shall we have a drink?" "Sure," Mum said. We sat whiling away the late afternoon, chatting and drinking wine. I could hardly take my eyes off Uncle Karl. I couldn't get over how good he looked. I suppose at the age of ten, which was when I'd last seen him, you don't really noticed those things. Well, I noticed them now. "What are you doing back here?" I asked him. "Just visiting. It's been so long since I've seen your mother here, and I had decided to take a few weeks holiday, so I just thought 'hey, why not?'" "What about Aunt Julie? And the boys?" I said. Karl shrugged. "They're at home. It does me good to get away every once in a while." Mum laughed. "How I wish I could do that. Just up sticks and take off for a week or two." "You always were more of a grown up than me." I looked at them. They really were similar, I decided. Something in their faces. You could tell they were brother and sister. I wondered if people would notice the same thing about me and Uncle Karl - is it easy to spot an uncle and neice? I finished off my wine and went to get another bottle from the fridge. While I did so I forced myself to stop thinking about Uncle Karl and his wonderful eyes. By the time Dad came home we'd finished another bottle of wine between us and had already eaten dinner. I went to bed early and tossed and turned under the covers, my thoughts always turning to the same subject. 2. The next day was a Friday. I came back from college early and found Uncle Karl and Mum drinking more wine in the kitchen, with the cord-less phone on the table in front of them. "Hi, Britt," Uncle Karl said, smiling. "What's going on?" I said. Even though the previous night I'd told myself I should stop thinking about him and dress conservatively, for some reason after waking I'd impulsively put on a thin blue summer dress, shoulder-strapped and high on my thighs. I noticed his eyes ever-so-briefly linger on my legs, my chest...and told myself not to be so silly. "We're organizing a barbeque!" said Mum. "We're calling up the whole family. Your grandparents, your cousins, your Dad's brothers. We're doing it tomorrow. Short notice, but it looks like everybody's coming." "I'm everybody's favourite uncle," said Uncle Karl. I giggled. 'You're certainly mine,' I thought. "So keep your calender free, girl," said Mum. "No gadding about with your friends. It's family day tomorrow." "Okay," I said. "Don't worry. I'm looking forward to it." I caught Uncle Karl's eye and he winked at me, grinning. I lay in bed later that night thinking about that wink, and that grin. No matter how wrong I knew it was, I just couldn't get it out of my mind...and what might come after. I put my hand between my legs and closed my eyes, thinking... 3. The sun was out in full; the sky broad and blue and clear. Perfect barbeque weather. We rushed around the house, getting everything ready. "We haven't got enough red wine!" Mum suddenly realised, kneeling down by the wine rack and running her fingers through her hair. "And everyone's going to be here in an hour!" "Isn't it 'bring your own'?" Dad shouted through from the garden, where he was setting up the barbeque. "I'll go," Karl said. "How many do you want?" "Would you?" Mum said. "Bring five or six." Karl nodded. "Five or six. Tell me where the shop is, before I go. I'm new round here, remember?" "I'll go!" I blurted out before I could stop myself. "With Uncle Karl, I mean." I looked at him. "I'll show him the way." Karl nodded. "Problem solved." "Thanks, darling," Mum said. We got into his BMW. "Nice car!" I said, cringing inwardly as soon as I'd opened my mouth. Way to sound like a pathetic groupy. "Thanks," he said, starting the engine. He grinned at me and put on his sunglasses. Oh well. No chance to stare into his beautiful brown eyes, but at least I had the chance to be alone with him for a while. I was wearing a halterneck top that revealed the perfect amount of cleavage whenever I bent over, a sinfully short skirt, and strappy sandals - all the best to show off the tan I'd been working on the whole summer. It would be enough to drive him wild, I knew. "So," he said, after we'd been driving. "Tell me what's been going on. I haven't spoken to you properly in eight years!" I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "What kind of thing do you want to know?" "Oh," he said. "Well, what would a boring old farty Uncle usually want to know about his neice's life?" I giggled. "Probably how college is getting on, and whether I was studying hard. And what I want to do after I graduate." He nodded, grinning. "Well, what would a cool, hip, trendy Uncle want to know?" I laughed. "He'd probably want to know if I was seeing anyone, and what kind of stuff I was into." "What kind of stuff? What do you mean?" "You know, music and sports, that kind of thing." "Ah," he said, glancing at me. "So?" It took me a second to realise what he meant. "Oh!" I said. "Well, yeah, I am kind of seeing this guy at college but it's not really serious." Truth was, I hadn't thought about Chris, my 'boyfriend', once in three days. "As for music I like dance stuff, and jazz, hip-hop, funk. That sort of thing." He nodded. "And sports?" "I play tennis a lot. That's why I have such fantastic legs," I said, risking a little flirting. He chuckled. We pulled up at a set of traffic lights. "So, which way?" he said. We made our way to the supermarket and loaded up on wine. "Tell me about this boyfriend of yours, then," Uncle Karl said as we pushed the trolley towards the check-outs. He'd pushed his sunglasses up over his forehead, so everytime our eyes met I felt my knees go weak and my breath quicken. Now, I was starting to wish he would put them back on, so my heart rate could get back to normal. "Oh, he's okay," I said. He laughed. "Okay? That's the kind of thing you say about your teacher, or your brother. If your boyfriend's 'okay', that probably means he isn't." "Well...he's sweet," I said. He looked at me. "I think you need something more than 'sweet'." God. I murmured something and bit my lip until my heart stopped thumping. 4. Back at the house, we took out the wine and found the barbeque had already started. My Dad's three brothers were there, with their wives and my cousins, and my Mum's family too. Maybe thirty people in all. Dad was behind the barbeque - in charge, of course. He's always in charge of barbeques. We spent the next few hours doing what my family does best - eating, chatting, and above all, drinking. I talked with all of them at various stages, and played darts with my Dad's brothers. Every so often I would catch Uncle Karl's eye across the other side of the garden and smile. "So tell me more about this boyfriend," he said at some point when we were finally alone together. The afternoon was slowly fading - the sun just edging towards the horizon and dusk. Around us was the noise and hubbub of the party. "Oh," I said. "What's there to tell?" I was deliciously drunk - just enough for me to feel that very warm glow in my veins, but not enough to lose control. The perfect pitch. He shrugged, smiling. "I just want to make sure my favourite niece is happy." "Favourite neice? Until two days ago you hadn't seen me in eight years." I looked at him over the rim of my glass. He grinned. "I like what I've seen of you since then, though." My pulse quickened as my eyes met his. "I bet you say that to all your nieces," I said, and winked. 'This is dangerous,' a voice inside me said. 'I don't care,' said another - much more powerful - one. He chuckled. "Actually, you're my only neice. So I suppose that's true." "Well that's not so flattering. You're saying I'm only your favourite because I'm the only one?" I said, taking another sip of wine and feeling it on my tongue. I twisted the stem of the glass between forefinger and thumb. I was sure he noticed. He showed his teeth again. Beautiful teeth. "Yeah, you're only my favourite by default, I suppose." "Meanie," I said, leaning forward to scratch my leg, letting him see my cleavage, staring up into his eyes. "I shouldn't just be a default. Not when I have so much to offer." He met my gaze, never looking down, where he so obviously wanted to look. Those moments, when you have a man exactly where you want him...even if he is your uncle, and you absolutely shouldn't be thinking like that... "Maybe I need to know you better then," he said, finishing his wine. I leaned close to him. I could smell his aftershave. "Meet me up in the bathroom in a few minutes, then." I turned and walked back into the house. I waited for him in the bathroom, carefully checking how I looked in the mirror. I could feel my heart in my chest. 'Idiot,' I kept telling myself. 'What are you playing at?' But it didn't make much difference. And the die were cast now anyway. Outside, the noise and murmer of the party was rose up in the air. There was a knock on the door. I opened it, and there he was. He slipped inside, and shut the door behind him, then locked it. "Well," he said, standing facing me. "Here we are," I said. "So now, how exactly do you propose to get to know me better?" He stepped towards me. I had just enough time to register how beautiful he was like this, close against me, before his finger was under my chin, tilting my head back so he could lean down to kiss me. My lips opened up around his. His tonguetip gently traced over the line of my mouth. His breath was warm and wine-scented and it mixed with mine as we pressed against each other. I don't know how long we kissed for; only that it was too short and then he was turning my around so that my back was towards him. "Let me see you take that top off," he said. Breathing heavily, I reached up behind my head and untied my halterneck, let it fall away. His hands came up from behind me, cupped my breasts. I turned my head, kissing him over my shoulder. "God," I said, when we broke the kiss. His palms brushed over my nipples. I pressed my hips back against him, and felt how hard he was underneath his pants. "You're a bad niece, you know," he breathed into my ear as I rubbed against him. "How so?" I said, smiling. His hands felt so good on my breasts. I was trembling. "Letting your uncle do this to you in the bathroom while your parents are just outside in the garden." He teased my nipples between forefinger and thumb. "Yeah," I said, sighing. "I suppose that makes me a bad niece." He laughed. "I think you like it." "You know I do." His hands moved down over my belly. I turned my head, nibbling at his jaw before his lips met mine again. And I did like it. For a moment all I could think about was my parents, and what they'd do if they saw me like this, with Uncle Karl...and a tremor ran through me. Then his hands had reached my skirt and they ran over it down my thighs to the hem. He hitched my skirt up hard and fast around my hips, and then his hands were up underneath, on the skin of my upper-thighs...grasping for my panties...finding the elastic, pulling them down. He stepped back after he'd pulled my panties down around my knees. "Lean on the sink," he said softly. I obeyed, putting my hands on the sink and leaning over it. I looked at myself in the mirror. Brazenly topless, my skirt crumpled up around my hips, my panties down to my knees. Uncle Karl's hands were on my ass then, grabbing it...he leaned forward and kissed my shoulder. Then his thumb was at my pussy, pressing against the lips. "Oh God," I said. "Yes, Uncle Karl." It slid into me, quick and easy. I was so wet, I heard it penetrate me, my uncle's thumb. He pushed it in and out again slowly. His other hand came around to grasp my breast from behind. I gasped for air as he started to thumb-fuck me...slowly, rhythmically... His palm, his fingers rubbed against my clit. I moaned. "Careful," he said. "They might hear." That only made my heart beat faster. "Fuck me," I whispered to him. "Fuck me, Uncle Karl." His pace quickened. His thumb thrust in and out of me, hard and fast. I heard my pussy slurping, felt a trickle of my wetness runnng down the inside of my thigh. "Yes," I sobbed. "Are you going to come?" he said. "Are you going to come for me, with the whole family downstairs? You bad thing." "Yes," I said. His thumb hooked slightly, found that spot. My knees buckled. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. My orgasm exploded through me in a wave. "Oh, God," I hissed through my teeth. His hand pulled away from me. I was so wet down there. I turned and watched him suck his thumb clean. "Now, what is my bad niece going to do?" he said. I knelt on the bathroom floor before him, unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled them down around his ankles. His hardness came free and stood rigid and thick at eye level. My Uncle's cock. As beautiful as the rest of him. I took the head between my lips and ran my tongue over it as I sucked it. Breathing hard, I wanted him to come, quick. I wanted to taste him. I slurped greedily, smelling the sweat on his crotch. My hand grasped his shaft and massaged it, firm, rythmical. "Yes," he whispered. "Damn, Britt, that's good." I looked up at him. "Yes," he said. "Suck me. Yes." I gulped on his cock obediently, sliding my hand up and down it, my wet lips tight around it. I listened to the chatter from the garden and imagined them all out there. I imagined how I looked, down on my knees in front of my gorgeous uncle, sucking his cock and loving it. The thought spurred me on. I licked and sucked on him, bobbing my head. His hand, on the back of my head, clutched at my hair and I knew he was close. I relaxed and felt his come, my uncle's come, explode in my mouth. Thick and salty. I swallowed it, gulping. I sucked and licked him dry. "Well," he said, looking down at me. "I think I can safely say you're not just my favourite by default any more." I grinned at him. "Good." "I'd best get back," he said, buckling up. "Before they wonder where we've got to and put two and two together." I nodded. "I'll see you down there." 5. I was eating breakfast the next day with Mum and Dad in the kitchen, thinking about him, and what we'd done. The fact that my parents were completely unaware of what I'd been up to just made everything that much more exciting. It didn't occur to me to regret it. I just wanted more. Finally Uncle Karl made his appearance. "Morning," he said to the three of us. "Listen, I was thinking of taking a drive around town today - just to check out what's changed since I was last here. And," he looked at me, "I was wondering if Britt might want to come along. It'll give us a chance to get to know each other." My parents didn't see the wink he gave me - but it was enough to make me catch my breath. "Erm, sure," I said. "I'd like that." "I think that would be nice," said Dad. "It'll get you out from under our feet, at least." I smiled at him and went to get ready. "They don't suspect a thing," Uncle Karl said to me once we were in his car. "No, they don't," I said. I had on a red summer dress and red sandals. "I wonder what they'd do if they found out." The thought excited me. The danger. "Best not to think about it," he said. "Now, where shall we go?" "Anywhere," I said. "I'll go wherever you want." He glanced at me. "Really now?" I giggled. "Absolutely anywhere." "Let's go to the sea front." As we drove the wind picked up and the sky greyed with rainclouds. It wasn't long before drops of rain were hammering on the windshield. "No sunbathing today, then," I said. "I had something more fun in mind anyway," said Uncle Karl, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I giggled. "What might that be?" "I think you can guess." I could. The thought made me hot. I reached over and felt him underneath the crotch of his trousers. Already I could feel it hardening under the material. "I think my Uncle's getting a little hot under the collar," I said. "I think my niece is going the right way for a good seeing-to." I laughed. "A good seeing-to? I think I'd like that." I squeezed his cock. Gently tugged down his fly with my fingers. He looked at me. "Naughty girl." I grinned and unbuttoned him, reaching under the elastic of his underpants and finding his hot, thick hardness. He was staring straight ahead, obviously trying to concentrate on driving. I gripped his cock and started to slide my hand up and down, feeling how rigid it became. I traced my thumb over the head, feeling a little of his precum oozing out. I spread it over and around his glans, enjoying how his back arched when I did so. Then I put my thumb between my lips and ran my tongue over it, tasting him. "You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you now," he said, running his tongue over his lips. "Is it as badly as I want you to fuck me?" I said. The rain was getting heavier, lashing against the windows and the windscreen and hammering on the roof. Uncle Karl Ch. 02 I woke up the next morning with the sunlight on my face, feeling stranger than I had felt in a long time. On the one hand I could almost still feel my uncle's cock inside me; I was still slightly sore, slightly sensitive down there in that best possible way. And just thinking back to how good it was to have him thrusting up into me, taking me, making me his -- and that delicious, terrible taboo of feeling his shaft twitching inside me as he gasped with pleasure and knowing that he was jetting his cum deep within... It was enough to make my heart quicken, my body tremble. But on the other hand everything -- everything -- about it had been wrong. He was my own uncle, and my blood uncle, my mother's brother, to boot. Sex with him should never have even crossed my mind, and yet I had done it. It was probably even illegal. On top of that he was a married man, and I had a boyfriend. And worst of all, to do it without protection, to take that stupid risk, when I wasn't even on the pill... It was worse than stupid, it was insane. I was an absolute fool and I'd let sheer animal attraction potentially ruin my life. I shook my head at my own idiocy. But God it had been good. From downstairs, voices wafted up to me. My Mum and Dad. "That girl, honestly," Mum was saying. "What time is it? 11?" "She's 18," said Dad. "We were 18 once. Hell, even Karl was 18 once. And it's the weekend. Cut her some slack." I wondered what they were planning. I could hear them moving around, as if they were getting ready to go somewhere. Then I heard it. His voice. "Go and wake her up, then Jean. Show some parental authority." His tone was teasing. Just hearing his voice was enough to make my breath catch in my throat. Oh God, I thought. How am I even going to look at him ever again? "Britt!" came my Mum's voice. I shut my eyes tight, feeling that as soon as I saw my uncle I would simply die. "Britt!" I pursed my lips. This is it, I told myself. You will quite literally die of embarrassment when you see him. Say goodbye to life. "Britt!" A deeper voice -- my Dad's this time. "Alright," I said, and started to get up. * Thirty minutes later, freshly showered and in a red summer dress, I made my way downstairs. I felt like a man walking to the gallows. I could hear them chatting and laughing together in the living room. I edged forward until I was as close as I could possibly go to the door without being seen, and paused. This was it. I had to decide how I would be with him. Should I be cheery and bold? Should I try to ignore him? Should I be quiet and polite? None of them seemed remotely sensible. In the end I decided to be of as sunny a disposition as I could, took a deep breath, and walked into the living room. They were standing in the middle of the room, the three of them, chuckling over some joke or other. They all paused when they saw me, and for a brief moment it felt as if I was standing on the beach with a tidal wave approaching, about to flood me over and sweep me away to oblivion. I couldn't look anywhere except at my Uncle Karl's beautiful, rugged face. His sharp green eyes, his chiselled chin, his aquiline nose, the way his salt-and-pepper hair was ruffled so perfectly. My bright "Good morning!" caught in my throat and all I could get out was a pathetic "Hi." God, I wanted him again. Worse than ever. "What's up, darling?" said Dad. I looked at him and felt my cheeks flushing. If only he knew. If only he knew... "Nothing," I stammered. Uncle Karl came to my rescue. "We're thinking of going for a drive. It's been ages since I've been up the coast to Walberswick. You're coming, and I won't hear a word of protest." "Yes, dear," said Mum. "A family day out. Just like when you were young. Your father and Karl made sandwiches." I blinked and my eyes met Karl's. He smiled a little ruefully - maybe even a little shyly -- and I raised an eyebrow. "It's true," he said. "I'm not as useless as I look, you know." And you look like the most useful man I ever met, I thought to myself. "So let's go," said Dad. "You're with me. Your mother's going in Karl's car. Brother-sister talk to do, or something. Come on!" And he led the way towards the front door. * The drive to Walberswick goes all the way up the Suffolk coast, and it never fails to be stunning -- especially on hot summer days like this one. We had two hours of driving through pure sunshine beating down out of a blue savannah of sky, and I wasn't sure whether to be delighted at the thought that it meant two hours in which I wouldn't have to be confronted by my gorgeous, irresistible, magnetic, sexy uncle, or saddened by it. Today was clearly a day for not knowing what on earth to think. In any case, all the way through the drive I couldn't stop myself looking in the rear view mirror to try to get a glimpse of Uncle Karl in his car -- the very spot where we'd made love...no, where we'd fucked...the previous afternoon. It didn't seem real. "What's wrong with you?" Dad asked at some stage. "What?" I said, flustered. He glanced at me. "You seem a little out of it today." "Just thinking about college," I said. He glanced at me again, and I knew what he was thinking: since when did Britt give a shit what happened at college? But he didn't say anything. After an hour we stopped the car at a roadside café and got out to stretch our legs. Karl pulled up alongside us and then he and my Mum got out. The four of us walked towards the café -- a small rundown looking transport caff with "Tea 50p Coffee 60p" written outside. The toilets were in a separate outhouse around the back. I made my excuses -- really, all I wanted to do was escape from Karl's radius so I could actually breathe and not feel my face flush every five seconds -- and went and locked myself in one of the cubicles in the Ladies. Inside, I gave myself a good, long talking to. "Stop being stupid. You're acting like a 13-year-old. And what's more, there's no point in acting like that anyway because he's your uncle. What you've been doing is not only stupid, it's also wrong. You have to forget about him and act with him like what he is -- a relative. A member of the family. A man who you have never had a sexual thought about before and never will again. A much older, respectable man who an 18 year-old girl has no interest in whatsoever. A married man with kids who you would be very stupid indeed to get involved with." Satisfied, I stood up, unlocked the cubicle, and walked out again into the sunlight... ...only to be confronted by Uncle Karl striding across the grass towards me. With his sunglasses lifted up from his eyes, his shirt half-open and fluttering slightly in the breeze, and his eyes squinting slightly in the sun, he looked like something out of an Italian movie. "Hello," he said. "We were about to send out a search party." I reached out, grabbed his hand, pulled him inside the Ladies, and kissed him. I had to stand on my tip-toes to do it, almost. His mouth was warm and soft and tasted of coffee. My lips opened around his and then we were kissing, hard, breathing deeply as our lips pressed together and our tongues entwined. His hands clasped my face as he kissed me, pulling me into him. My own hands clutched his shirt and I half-staggered, half-walked backwards, bringing him into one of the cubicles with me. Without breaking the kiss he shut the door behind him and fumbled with one hand behind him for the lock; I giggled as he sighed with frustration, missing it several times, and I reached around him to slam the bolt myself. We paused for a moment, looking at each other. "This is stupid." He said. I nodded. "I don't care." He said. I didn't either. We started kissing again, hungrily, earnestly. He put his arms around me, pulling me against him. His body was lean, hard, strong. My breasts pushed against his chest. I felt his cock swelling in his crotch and I knew I had to have it. There wasn't much time and I didn't care, I wanted him inside me again, right now. My hands slid down his belly and found his fly, tugged it down, unbuttoned him. More breathless kissing. I pulled his pants down over his hips and down, down, further down, around his thighs. His shaft rose hard and thick and ready, and I clasped it in one hand and felt the delicious heat and firmness of it. "Quick," he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me so I turned my back to him. I knew what was coming. His hands slid down my body, over my hips, and hitched up my dress, pulling it up around my waist and exposing my panties. He leaned forward and took my earlobe between his teeth as he pulled down my panties and eased his cock between my legs. I felt that bare hot thickness between my soft thighs and my body trembled; I had never wanted a man more than I wanted him, never wanted a cock more than I wanted his. "Oh God, put it in," I said. "Please." I knew that I was wetter than I'd ever been before. He wasn't about to wait. He eased himself back and I felt him at my entrance, then. Knew it was his full, hard cockhead. He was about to fuck me again, bare back and raw, and I wanted him to. He pushed forward and I felt him enter me, force me open. I was soaking wet and he eased right inside. Then his hands grasped my hips and pulled me back, simultaneously pushing forward, so his entire length simply slid up into me. My mouth opened wide and for a moment my eyes clenched shut. I couldn't help myself letting out a gasp and I pushed myself back onto him, wanting him deeper. I leaned forward, resting my hands on the cubicle walls, and his hands ran around my belly and up to clutch my breasts through my dress, thumb tips and forefingers caressing hardening nipples. Thank God I hadn't worn a bra. He held himself still, for a moment, and I knew he was getting used to the feeling, enjoying being bare inside his own niece. What had seemed so stupid and wrong before now felt like the best and most natural thing in the world. I needed this. I looked up at him over my shoulder. "Do it. Please." His eyes were sparkling with lust as they met mine. His lips curled into a smile and he pulled back a little, sliding out half way, before thrusting into me again. I bit my lip and sighed... "Well, you know, it's just all really too much," said a woman's voice, suddenly, from the direction of the entrance to the toilets. "We've come all this way and he just can't shut up about that damned television." Karl and I froze. He was deep inside me, all the way, filling me up. His hands on my breasts. Thank Christ we'd remembered to lock the door. I turned my head to look up at him over my shoulder again. He looked back down at me and mouthed the word, Shit. I almost giggled at the frustration and stupidity of it all. Talk about ruining the moment. "I mean," the woman continued. "You'd think he was married to that blood thing the way he goes on." Another woman's voice made sympathetic noises. "He's a man, what do you expect?" Cubicle doors opened and closed as the two women went about their business. Karl and I remained poised in the most awkward silence I think I've ever experienced. I looked up at him again and he winked at me. Finally, their work done, the two interlopers left, still chatting about husbands and TVs. Karl and I separated, sheepishly. He tugged up his pants and zipped his flies, and I rearranged my dress into something approximating neatness. "Was that lucky or unlucky?" he asked. I looked at him and giggled. "Probably both." He pulled me to him and kissed me. "Can't wait to take things to their proper conclusion later." He had the wicked glint in his eye of a man who is confident of what he wants and what he is going to get. I felt my cheeks redden a little. "Me neither." * The rest of the journey was like torture, of course. I had to sit in Dad's car, positively squirming in my seat with frustration and need, the crotch of my panties soaked and uncomfortable. Thoughts of prudence and behaving sensibly sneaked back into my mind and a civil war began, as my body cried out to have my uncle's dick inside me anywhere, anyhow, right that second... And my mind told me I was being a very stupid and reckless idiot. "You got away with it, there," a voice inside my head told me. "You got lucky when those women interrupted you. Count yourself fortunate and don't go within a million miles of him ever again." But oh God, how I wanted him. Eventually we arrived at Walberswick, a beautiful little village with a quayside and a long pebbled beach. The sun lit everything up like a watercolour painting. We left the cars and found a restaurant down at the beach. I stole a glance at Uncle Karl as we walked across the tarmac to the entrance. "Nice journey, Britt?" he asked me. There was a nasty smile playing on his lips. "Very nice, thanks," I said. Surely my heart was pounding so loud that even my parents could hear it, walking along behind us? "Hot, though, isn't it?" he said. I felt myself smile. "Very." He looked up at the sky and said, "Might get even hotter later." Our eyes met and we both chuckled. He wasn't even being funny but I didn't care. I was smitten. "I really am in trouble," I thought. He stole a glance over his shoulder, obviously checking where my parents where, and leaned to whisper into my ear, "I want you to take your panties off, for later..." His voice made my pulse throb. I looked at him, glanced at my Mum and Dad over my shoulder just as he had done. They were chatting away about something, ten yards or so behind us. That voice in my mind said one simple word: Idiot. I ignored it, looked into my uncle's eyes, and felt myself grin and give the smallest of nods. And once we were seated I did exactly as he said, making my excuses and going to the bathroom. Once I was in one of the stalls I paused, took a breath, and then hitched up my dress and slid down my panties. They were a cheap pair, just cotton, and the crotch was embarrassingly soaked from an hour of erotic imaginings and need. I dropped them in the little sanitary towel disposal bin and felt deliciously, irredeemably bad. My own uncle had just asked me to take off my panties for him, and I had done. I was an extremely, extremely naughty girl. And I can't deny that I liked it. I shivered with the delight of it, and then went back to the table. I sat down next to my Mum, facing my Dad. Uncle Karl sat adjacent to me and as soon as I was settled I locked eyes with him. His eyes, always so green and bright, seemed to get even brighter. The corner of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. He raised an eyebrow. I gave a soft smile and looked down at the table, then glanced back at him to find his eyes still on me. My cheeks flushed a little. He winked. I loved the way he did that. Dinner passed in a blur. All I could think about was the slight chill between my legs thanks to my lack of underwear, and the knowledge that sometime later that day the delicious man sitting across the table, whether he was my uncle or not, would be fucking me sometime that day. I could barely follow the conversation at all. * After lunch we walked together along the pebbled beach, the four of us. I was desperate to find some way of being alone with my uncle but my parents remained annoyingly, almost deliberately, present at all times. It wasn't for an hour or more before I broke away from the conversation and began to skip stones into the sea. The sun was golden-warm on my face and the sea breeze made my hair and my dress billow around me. Everything smelt fresh and clear in that way it always does on a beach. I decided that even if the day did end up being a dud as far as Uncle Karl was concerned, at least it was a beautiful day to be out and about. "Hey Britt," said Karl, coming over to join me. We slowed our pace a little, pausing every so often to gather a pebble and throw it into the sea, as my parents continued their stroll up the beach. It was our unspoken way of putting distance between them and us. I felt my excitement growing. "So tell me," he said eventually. "How do you think we're going to make our escape?" I giggled. "Maybe we could swim?" "To where?" he said. I thought for a second. "Well, if we swim directly out to sea we should reach Holland in a few weeks." "I don't like the idea of waiting for a few weeks," he said. "Kind of defeats the object of getting away as quickly as possible." I laughed. "It would be worth the wait." He looked at me. "Oh, I know that. But if I wait much longer I think this poor old man's heart might give out." "Don't try to pretend you're a clapped out old man. I remember yesterday." Yesterday. It felt like years ago. "So do I. And I can't wait to get under that dress again." He was so confident. Almost cocky. There was no way a man in his position should be talking to me that way. It made me all the more excited. "Oh yes?" I said. "Oh yes. I can't wait to be back inside that cunt of yours." His eyes felt as if they were lasering into mine. I knew that I should be blushing, but I wasn't. I just felt the flush of sexual desire, sexual need, flood over me. "And I can't wait to feel your cock inside me." I paused briefly, and added, "Uncle Karl." He grinned, and I could tell I had scored a hit. He liked that, a lot. "You are such a dirty girl, my niece." "Take me now, then," I said. And added, "Please. Uncle." He looked around. The beach was not quite deserted -- there were a few other strollers around and about. Up the beach, the pebbles gave way to a hilly area of grass and dunes, with some gorse bushes and low, windswept trees. He gestured in the direction of my parents with his head. "We'll wait for them to get out of sight and then...follow me." "Okay." Feeling suddenly daring, suddenly intoxicated, I bent over and picked up a stone, giving him a clear sight down my cleavage. Then I turned and threw it into the sea. * Five minutes later, my parents had gone out of sight and we began making our way up the beach in direction of cover. Uncle Karl led the way, heading down a narrow path that wound its way between dunes and bushes. I followed a yard behind, my eyes on him, knowing that with every step we were getting closer to the reality. It made my blood thump in my veins, my throat tight with nervousness and anticipation. I knew I had to have him, now, there was no question of holding back and being sensible. But still, thinking about what was going to happen made me tremble. The first time had been crazy and spur-of-the-moment. This was premeditated and in that sense, much more wrong. But, to use that oldest cliché, it was wrong but felt so right. We rounded a curve and found a little knoll of long grass surrounded by dunes. Uncle Karl turned to face me and held out his hand. I took it. He grinned and pulled me into him and kissed me. I kissed him back, hard. Our tongues exploring lips and teeth. Warm and wet and breathy. He broke the kiss to whisper in my ear, "I can't wait to have my niece's cunt." His hands found their way down the curve of my hips to my ass, and glided over it through the thin material of my dress... Before he clasped both glutes and pulled me against him, harder, making me gasp. I kissed him again and pushed him backwards. He half-lay down, half-fell, pulling me with him onto the grass. He lay on his back and I straddled him, my tongue in his mouth. His erect shaft pressed between my legs through his pants and my dress. He was so hard, so big and hot and ready. I loved that feeling, and ground myself against him, feeling that immense rigid tightness at my crotch. It was pure sex and I humped myself against it, wanting it inside me, desperate for my uncle's shaft bare and naked deep within. Uncle Karl Ch. 02 His hands clasped my ass, guiding the movement of my hips as I bucked and thrust myself against him. My breath came out hot, hard and ragged. "I need you. Now." I panted. I felt his hands grabbing my dress, pulling it up around my hips. I felt the coldness of the air at my ass and my crotch and knew that now I was exposed, that anyone might see us like this; the thought drove me wild. Uncle Karl's hands caressed my bare rear, his fingers stroking my crack, finding their way to my wet sex and sliding inside from the rear. I shuddered with pleasure as they thrust into me and I let out a long deep gasp. "You like that?" he breathed. "Does my naughty niece like her uncle's fingers inside her?" His dirty talk made me shiver, made me even more daring. "Oh God yes," I told him. "I love my uncle's fingers deep inside. And I love his cock inside me even more." I was talking like a girl from a porn film but I didn't care. What had seemed like the worst idea in the world that morning now seemed like the best. That he was my uncle made it even more deliciously sinful, and to say it openly fed into my wanton incestuous lust. Yes, incest was what it was. Fuck, that thought was exciting. I was already soaking, already more turned on than I had ever been. My hands explored his chest, his belly, his crotch. Quickly, I unzipped him and briefly lifted myself to allow him to wriggle out of his pants and boxers so that they rode down to his knees. Then I was straddling him again. Looking down at him, my eyes locked on his. Beautiful, green, full of lust and plain wickedness. Like mine must surely have been. I slid my wet slit over the length of him, enjoying that sensation, his bare hot man flesh at my entrance. "You're going to take me inside you, bad girl?" he said to me. "You're going to take your uncle's cock right up inside you?" I didn't break my gaze for a moment. "Oh yes. You'd like that, Uncle Karl? You'd like to fuck your very own niece?" God we were so wicked, so dirty, so lustful, so alive. I continued humping and sliding myself over his naked unprotected shaft. His eyes remained fixed on mine and he nodded. "Do it." I smiled, reached down, and clasped his cock, his big delicious warm length, then guided it to my entrance. With one quick unbroken movement I had lowered myself onto it and it slid up into me. Thick. Rigid. Full. Bare. It made me sigh with pleasure. He reached up and peeled the straps of my dress from my shoulders, pulling the garment down, exposing my tits. We were wanton and lust-crazed now, not even thinking that we might be seen. His hands grasped my young breasts, teasing my nipples between forefinger and thumb, stroking his palms over them. I held him inside me, just feeling the sensation, loving each second of it. "You like your niece's tits?" I said to him, continuing our sinful dialogue. "Oh yes," he said, his voice strained from the pleasure of being buried inside me. "I love my niece's fertile young breasts. God I love them." I giggled and lowered myself so that he could suckle them. Taking them between his lips and tonguing them. I pushed them together for him with both hands, feeding them to him. My own uncle sucking at my teats. I was beyond redemption. I loved it. I came, then, very hard. My body simply shuddered its way to orgasm, and my mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. Now I started riding him in earnest. My orgasm had hardly faded and I wanted another. I began to hump him, sliding my cunt up the length of him and down, again and again, taking him in and out, all the way. I felt my breasts swaying as my body moved. Heard the soft wet squelching sounds of our fucking. There was no question of dirty talk now. Both of us were mindlessly mating, an uncle and a niece, but a man and a woman. My eyes were fixed on his and all I saw in them was sheer animal pleasure. I clasped his hands in mine, fingers entwining, and pinned them down on the grass as I rode him. Something in that, having my older, more experienced uncle at my mercy -- even though I knew that he could push me over any second -- excited me even more. Our eyes were still locked. Thrusting. Grinding. Humping. I felt another orgasm building. "You're going to make your niece come," I managed to tell him. Immediately his strength took over and he turned... and I found myself on my back on the grass with my legs wrapped around his hips and his cock -- his big delicious lance of flesh -- driving its way into me. Hard. "Oh fuck," I panted. "God you're so fucking good," he said, thrusting deep, so very deep. "I love fucking you." I knew that he was close and so was I. And I knew that I should make him pull out, that this was dangerous, and wrong. But oh God how I wanted it. How I wanted him to empty himself inside me again, to fill me up with his seed. I wanted it more than anything. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him in, not wanting to let him go. His eyes began to glaze and I saw in them an understanding, a common feeling, a deep and true connection. He wanted that too, just as much as me. His head bent forward and we came together, our orgasms erupting in unison, his entire body between my thighs. I felt his cock twitch and I knew, knew that just like yesterday, he was emptying himself into me. I bit his shoulder, sinking in my teeth to stop myself screaming from pleasure. * We lay in silence on the grass, panting, our bodies heaving. He was still buried inside me and my legs were still wrapped around his waist, not wanting to let him go. His kissed me, slow and tenderly. I kissed him back. Soft and true. "Why do you have to live in Spain?" I said to him finally, when our kiss had ended. He kissed the tip of my nose, my forehead. "We'll find a way around that." I looked into his eyes and knew, then, that this was just the beginning. Uncle Karl "Take off your panties," Uncle Karl said. I did it, wriggling my hips, slipping my hand up underneath my dress and sliding them down. "Now touch yourself," he said. "Let's find out just how much of a bad girl my niece is." I giggled. There was a strange kind of drunken-ness coursing through me. I was going to do anything he told me, and I knew it. I put my hand up under my dress again and slipped a finger inside myself. I was so wet, I was dripping. I felt the dampness of the seat underneath me. He glanced at me. "Good girl. Now taste it. Let me see you suck that finger." I slid my finger out of myself and put it in between my lips. I could taste my own wetness on it - thick and musty. I sucked on it for him, slurping. Then I put it back inside me, and started to slip it in and out. My skin felt like it was burning. I caught a glimpse of myself in the wing mirror, and saw my face was flushed and damp. We arrived at the sea front. The promenade was deserted - the grey sea was wild and frothy, the rain thick like a mist. He pulled the car up and turned off the ignition. "Get over here and let me fuck you," he said. "Do you have a condom?" I said, struggling out of my seat. "Doesn't matter," he said. He reached down underneath his seat and slid it back a little, so I had room to straddle him - facing forward, my hands resting on the steering wheel. His hand was under my dress, his fingers sliding over my pussy. "Oh, just fuck me," I said. "You want your Uncle Karl to fuck you?" he breathed. "Yeah," I said. "So bad." I reached behind me to grab his cock, lowering my hips, trying to force it in. I sank down on it. It slipped inside me so easily my pussy was so slick and wet. His hands were on my hips. Guiding me. Gently urging me. I grabbed hold of the steering wheel and bucked my pelvis up and down, up and down...feeling his hardness sliding in and out of me. One of his hands cupped my breast through the cotton of my dress. The other found its way to my crotch, searching for my clit. "Oh, God," I said when he found it, and started gently flicking his thumb over and around it. "Don't stop," he said. I didn't. I moved faster. Fucking my Uncle. Thrusting myself up and down on his long hard cock. His thumb on my clit sent throbbing shudders through me, rising up inside me, coursing through me... "Yeah, Britt, that's right. That's right," he whispered in my ear. "Oh, Uncle Karl," I moaned, fucking him harder. Saying his name like that, calling him my Uncle...it brought home exactly what I was doing - and that turned me on all the more. My head banged on the ceiling. I didn't care. His thumb rubbed my clit faster and rougher. I felt my orgasm building as my legs started to tremble. "I'm going to come, Uncle Karl," I said. A trickle of sweat ran down my cheek. "Me too," he said. I collapsed forward, my head resting on the steering wheel, as pleasure rushed over and through me in a long, warm wave. I heard Uncle Karl sigh as he thrust upwards, coming inside me, filling me up. We stayed there for a long moment, breathing hard, listening to the rain. Finally he moved his hips, signalling for me to get off him. I carefully extricated myself, sliding back over into my seat. I could feel the mixture of our juices running out of me, down my thighs. Warm and thick. "Well," he said. "Time to go home?" I giggled. "You're telling me that's all you've got in store for me today?" He laughed. "I'll take that as a 'no." I nodded. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine.