7 comments/ 135082 views/ 11 favorites Uncle Ted By: T@nman Uncle Ted was the youngest of mom's siblings. He wasn't too many years older than my cousins, brothers, or me, so he seemed more like another cousin rather than an uncle. Mom's family was large and close so there were always family gatherings and get-togethers. Many in the family were into team sports so there were always pickup games of basketball, football, or whatever when any part of her family got together. Uncle Ted was almost always involved so, as I said, he was almost like one of us kids. Uncle Ted was a route salesman for a wholesale company so he was on the road, and away from home, much of the week. He was gone Monday overnight and back on Tuesday afternoon. Then he was on the road Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. When I was in high school, Uncle Ted helped several of his nephews get summer jobs with his employer. We mostly worked in the warehouse unloading and loading trucks. When I graduated high school, he asked his boss if I could sometimes travel with him on his routes. He told them that he could use the help and with extra help he might be able to add more customers. His boss checked with the head office and they said that they didn't have any problem with me going with Uncle Ted so long as I was eighteen or older and that he would try to add new customers to his route. Uncle Ted said the age requirement was because of workman compensation laws and liability policies. Since I was eighteen, that wasn't a problem. And they wanted us to share motel rooms to help keep costs down. The road trips were interesting. Uncle Ted's routes were mainly through small towns off the main highways. He had lots of small business owners for customers. We delivered and stocked candy, gum, and various sundries. Uncle Ted seemed to know everyone along his routes and he teased and joked with everyone. Especially the women who worked as cooks and waitresses in the cafes where we ate and who worked as clerks and housekeepers in the motels where we stayed overnight. After several weeks of traveling, we developed sort of a routine. We'd work all day, then when we got to the motel, we'd clean up, eat dinner, then make sure we had the next day's deliveries organized, and, finally, we'd write up the new orders from the businesses where we had delivered earlier. Uncle Ted said the weekly deliveries generally weren't very large orders, but that way the stores always had fresh stock to sell. One of the small motels where we stayed overnight had a basketball hoop set up on one end of the parking lot. I don't know where Uncle Ted got the basketball, but after we finished getting organized for the next day, he asked me if I wanted to play some one-on-one. We must have played for almost an hour and both of us really worked up a sweat. I normally showered in the morning, but I told Uncle Ted that I was going to shower before going to sleep. He said he was too and that I should go first. I was in the shower when the bathroom door opened and Uncle Ted came in. He had never done that before. I could see, through the glass shower door, that he had a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat down on the closed toilet. 'That was fun, Ray. We should play one-on-one more often. Helps work out the kinks and stay in shape.' 'Yeah, I had a good time, Ted.' I shut off the water and opened the door to grab a towel. 'Maybe we ought to keep a basketball in the back of the truck. I borrowed that one.' 'We could keep a couple of baseball gloves and stuff too. Maybe play some catch.' I was trying to wrap the towel around my waist before I stepped out of the shower. Ted laughed, 'You don't have to be bashful, kid. I've seen it all before.' I grinned and stepped out of the shower, 'It is a little cramped in there.' I wrapped the towel then picked up a hand towel. He grinned, 'That's a pretty good sized tool you have there, Ray. Bet your girl friends get a thrill out of it.' 'I wish.' 'You wish what?' 'The girls found it thrilling. Most of them are too busy chasing the college guys. And the rest, well. . .' 'You're saying you don't have any girl friends?' "Yep.' Ted put his hand on my towel. "What a you doing?' He pulled the towel off me. "Seeing what they are missing.' My cock was level with his face. He put his face close to me. 'Nice.' He touched me. 'What. . .?' 'Relax.' He looked up at me, 'Just checking out the competition.' He lifted my cock with his thumb and forefinger. 'Nice balls.' In spite of myself, I could feel my cock begin to stir. Ted didn't seem to notice. He used his other hand to cup my balls. 'Hmm. Your nuts feel full.' 'Er, uhh.' His touch did feel good and my cock was almost fully erect. His hand was wrapped around it. He released my balls and pushed the foreskin back. 'Beautiful.' He looked up again. "You have a quite nice pussy pleaser here, Ray. I can't believe you don't have girls fighting over it.' Then he put my cockhead in his mouth. 'Uncle Ted!' He looked up, 'It's Ted. And be quiet and enjoy.' He leaned forward and I watched his lips slide over my cockhead and down the shaft. He stopped with about half my cock inside his mouth. He pulled back until the cockhead slipped out of his mouth. He ran his tongue all over it, then pushed his mouth down my cock. Ted pumped his head back and forth. It did feel really good. And my cock was fully erect. With his free hand, he undid the towel around his waist. His cock was sticking up from between his thighs. He began to stroke himself as he sucked me. I didn't know what to do. I felt like I should tell him to stop, but I also liked what he was doing. I finally pushed his head away. 'What's the matter? You don't like a blowjob?' 'Er, no, er, yes, er, that's not it.' Uncle Ted grinned, 'I know. You think you might be queer if you let another guy suck your dick.' 'Uh, no that's not it either.' 'Have you ever had a blowjob?' 'Uh, no.' He grinned again, 'There's nothing better than a good blowjob. A good blowjob is even better than getting a good piece of pussy.' His towel dropped to the floor as he stood. His cock was still rigid and it stuck straight out in front of him. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking himself. 'Guess I'll work it out by hand.' I finished drying myself as Uncle Ted shot his load into the sink. I hung up my towels and let myself out of the bathroom. After pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I turned on the TV, picked up a magazine, sat down and tried to relax and look cool. The shower stopped. In a couple of minutes the bathroom door opened. Uncle Ted stood in the doorway. He was drying his hair. "I didn't mean to scare you, kid.' 'You didn't scare me, you surprised me.' 'I didn't mean to do that either. You dick looked so good that I couldn't resist.' He turned back into the bathroom. When he came back out, he was still nude. He walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed near me. 'Like I said, sometimes getting a good blowjob is better than getting a piece of ass. How'd it feel?' 'Uh, it felt good.' I smiled, 'It felt really good.' Uncle Ted put his hands on his knees. 'I've known a lot of women who give good head, but only another guy can give a guy a great blowjob.' He spread his knees. 'Uh, why's that?' I couldn't help but look at his cock hanging down between his thighs. 'Well, a guy knows what feels good and what turns a guy on. So I think you get a better blowjob when a guy sucks your dick.' 'Uh, I wouldn't know.' He grinned, 'That's right. You said you'd never been blown before. Well, Ray, you got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of you.' 'Er, can I, er, may I ask you something?' 'Shoot.' Uh, how long have you been, er, ah, you know, er. . .' 'Been sucking cock?' 'uh, yes.' Uncle Ted paused, 'Well, it's been a long time. Remember Great Uncle Harry?' 'He was your and mom's uncle who had the ranch?' 'Yeah. I worked for him the summer after I graduated high school. We'd been building fence one day and when we knocked off from work, he suggested we go skinny dipping. Well, to make a long story short, after we swam a while, he sucked me off. It became a regular thing. He'd blow me after we were done working. 'Said he liked sucking a sweaty dick.' 'I finally had to try it. He really liked it when I started sucking his cock. He showed me a lot of tricks and techniques. Turned out he liked men better than women. It was quite a summer. I've liked sucking cock ever since.' He paused. 'Look at that.' I looked. His cock was standing straight up between his thighs.' Uncle Ted laughed, 'I get a hard-on just talking about it. Well, we better hit the rack pretty soon. Tomorrow's another day.' He stood up, got out a pair of clean shorts, put them on, turned down the bed, and crawled in. 'Good night, kid. Sweet dreams.' I turned down the other bed and turned off the lights. My 'sweet dreams' centered around the blowjob. We finished out the week. Nothing else happened and neither one of us mentioned the blowjob. During the weekend, I drove over to Uncle Ted's place. I was half hoping that he'd want to blow me, but when I got there, there was another car in the driveway. When Ted answered my knock at the door, he seemed a little edgy. 'Oh. It's you, Ray. Come on in.' He brushed his hand through his hair and straightened his t-shirt. He led me into the kitchen. 'Why don't you get us a couple of brews?' I got two cans out of the refrigerator, popped the tops and set them on the kitchen table. I was trying to think of a reason for being there. I mean, you can't drive over to your Uncle's place, walk in and ask him for a blowjob. Before either Ted or I could say anything to each other, there was a shout from the back of the house, 'Hey, Ted! Who was at the door?' There was some bumping and shuffling noises in the hall, then a young man entered the kitchen, 'What's going on? Oh, hi, Ray. What are you doing here?' Uncle Ted looked sort of sick. 'Hi, Charlie. I came over to see if Uncle Ted was watching the double header. What a beer?' Charlie was an older cousin of mine. He was in college. I wasn't sure if he was going to be a junior or a senior when he returned to school after the summer. He was wearing only a pair of shorts. He was sweaty and his hair was messed up like he had been twisting and turning his head on a pillow or something. 'Yeah, a beer would be great.' I got up and got him a beer. Ted looked like he relaxed a little. He pretty much chugged his beer. He got up and got another one. 'There must be some snacks around here. Let's go into the den and watch the game.' I finished my brew, 'Nah, that's o.k. I just remembered that I got to pick up some stuff for mom. Thanks for the brew. See you Monday at the warehouse. Good to see you, Charlie.' After checking the truck, which had been loaded by the warehouse crew, Ted added several cases of things that he thought his clients might take in addition to their regular orders. We got on the road and had made several deliveries by mid-morning. We had been driving again for some minutes when Ted turned to me. 'What was the real reason you came over on Saturday?' "To see if you wanted to watch the game.' 'After you and Charlie left, I checked the TV schedule. There weren't any double headers on any of the channels.' 'When did Charlie leave?' "A couple of hours aft. . . Why'd you come over?' 'You got me. I'd been thinking about what happened in the motel and I wondered if we might be able to do it again.' Ted grinned, 'You wanted a blowjob from your Uncle Ted.' 'Yeah, that's why I came over.' "Why didn't you say so?' He reached over and patted my thigh, 'We can take care of that tonight.' Just thinking about it gave me more than half of a hard-on the rest of the day. I think Ted was the same. We hurried through the day and after we checked into the motel we hurried through the next day's preparations and through dinner. Back in our room, Ted showered. When he came out of the bathroom, he was wearing a robe. 'After you shower, Ray, come out nude. I want to look at you.' I quickly showered. I paid particular attention to lathering and washing my cock and balls. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Uncle Ted was waiting. He had turned one of the beds down. He smiled at me and my full erection. 'You look like you're ready to pop.' I looked down at my hard cock which was jutting out from my thighs, 'I'm so hard it aches.' 'Well, I know a way of relieving aches. Lie down on the bed. Near the middle.' I got comfortable on the bed. Ted walked around the bed. Finally he stopped at the foot of the bed. He opened his robe. His cock was also fully erect. The head was dark pink and looked damp. Ted shrugged the robe off his shoulders. He stroked his cock. 'Spread your legs.' Pushing myself up on my elbows, I spread my legs. My hard cock was lying flat against my stomach. Ted got on his knees at the end of the bed, then crawled so he was kneeling between my knees. He ran his fingertips up and down my legs and he caressed the insides of my thighs. I wanted him to touch my cock and balls. I was so excited I was leaking pre-cum. He ran his fingertips up the belly of my shaft from balls to cockhead before wrapping his fingers around the shaft and smearing the pre-cum around with his thumb. 'You're hot to trot,' he grinned, 'You really want this, don't you?' I almost moaned, 'Yes, I want it." 'Well, you don't have to do anything except enjoy.' My uncle leaned down and licked my cockhead. I watched as he licked his way down the underbelly of the shaft and back up to the head again. I did moan when his soft lips slipped over my cockhead. He gently sucked for a short time. He stopped what he was doing and looked at me, 'You like that?' 'Gawd yes.' 'I thought so. Let me know if you're going to cum.' I groaned as my cock slipped through his lips and deep into his mouth. Sometimes he would slide his lips almost all the way down to the cock root and other times he would rapidly pump his lips up and down just over my cockhead. I couldn't help but wiggle and thrust my hips, "Ahh! Oh, gawd, that feels good!' I lost it when he turned to taking me deep then bringing me out with hard suction. It didn't take very long for this treatment to tighten my nuts. It felt like he was trying to suck them up through my cock. 'Uhh, I'm gonna' cum! I'm gonna' blow! Ahh!' I closed my eyes and thrust my hips as my cum boiled up. When I opened my eyes, my cock was still in Ted's mouth. He was gently squeezing the shaft and gently sucking the tip. He stopped and smiled at me. 'That was good. Did you like it?' 'Yes. I've never felt anything like that before. It was great!' He pushed himself up and got off the bed. 'Rest a few minutes and we'll do it again. I've got to get a drink.' After getting a drink, Ted came back and lay down beside me. He lay on his back and slowly stroked his cock. After a few minute, he pushed himself up on his elbow and looked at me. 'You're a good looking kid, Ray. 'Gotta' nice dick too.' He smiled, 'It's a cock any eater would enjoy.' He rubbed my chest and tweaked my nipples before he moved down closer to my crotch. I couldn't see, because his head and shoulders blocked the view, but I sighed audibly when his lips closed around my cockhead. Ted teased my cockhead with his tongue before settling down to some serious deep sucking. I rubbed his shoulders and back. His sucking was making my cock sensitive. Again he mostly sucked and played with my cockhead. My second cumming was not as forceful as the first, but it was as equally satisfying. Ted lay back beside. He wiped his lips. 'In the few porn videos that I've seen, the guy always squirts his cum all over the place, but both time I came, you swallowed it.' Ted grinned, 'Swallowing is the best part of sucking cock. It's the reward for giving a guy a good blowjob. Now, excuse me, but I've got to take care of this.' He gripped his hard cock and began jacking himself off. I watched as Ted pumped a large load on to his stomach and chest. Ted got up and went into the bathroom. When he came out a couple of minutes later, he turned down the other bed and turned off the lights. We talked for a couple of minutes, then I pulled the covers up and tried to fall asleep. For the rest of the summer, Uncle Ted and I drove his routes and delivered merchandise. When we were on the road, he'd blow me two or three times during the week. Sometimes I'd go over to his place on weekends where he would suck me off. He never asked me to suck his cock, but I started giving him hand jobs and jacking him off after he finished sucking me dry. It had been an interesting summer and I wasn't looking forward to it coming to an end. Uncle Ted's Last Piece of Ass "Senator, I..." "Call me Ted or uncle Ted if you like, young lady. What were you saying?" "You want to have sex with me, don't you, uncle Ted?" "Isn't that what you're here on my boat for? I mean you've been shaking that little ass of yours at me back at the marina for the last two weeks!" "I really like older men." The deliciously well appointed young blond said as she removed her skimpy bathing suit top. "You're kind of cute, uncle Ted. You know I have a fantasy about a big strong older man making me do things...dirty things...forcing me to take his fat cock in my...ass! Would you like to force your big cock up my ass? I'll let you, you know but I like to role play...pretend that you're raping me." "I'd like that. Can I see your little pussy now?" The nubile young nymph removed her bathing suit and began to languorously finger her bare little snatch. "You can't fuck me in this hole uncle Ted; I might get pregnant. I really don't like rubbers." She turned around, rotating her perfect young hips and fingering her darker hole. "But you can put your cock in this hole...bareback...no rubbers, would you like that?" The Senator had removed his own bathing suit and was now stroking his cock wishing he had taken one of the triangular pills that would ensure that his erectile issues didn't flare up. "Uncle Ted, I have something in my purse that you might like." The wanton young woman produced exactly what the old man required. He quickly swallowed the pill, washing it down with a slug of gin. "Uncle Ted, are you going to make me suck that big nasty cock in my tiny little mouth...force me to suck it, call me a nasty little slut?" "Come here you nasty little slut; suck uncle Ted's cock." "Oh please uncle Ted, don't force my head down, your cock is going to go right inside my uhmmmmmph....!" "That's it you little cunt, suck, it you little whore. Oh man, I haven't had a blow job this fine in almost forty years..." "Oh, uncle Ted you're making me do dirty things. I'm so little and that cock is..." "Where do you want uncle Ted's big cock, little bitch?" "You can't put it inside me...you can't cum...I'm not on the pill and we don't have any condoms and..." "How about if I ram it inside you're other hole?" "Oh, no that would hurt so much, but if you throw me over board like you said you would, I can't swim, please at least let me use something to lubricate." The naked young woman returned to her purse and retrieved a small bottle. Rotating her tight little butt inches from the Senator's face she began working several fingers of the slippery goo inside her anal opening. Bending over and grabbing the Senators organ she placed it at the designated opening. "Oh, uncle Ted, you're hurting me. I'm a virgin, I've never done this before, oh you're so damned big, oh, you're coming already, oh, it hurts so much, you cock is going to tear my virgin little ass hole. Senator? Uncle Ted? Hello? Oh, my, what's happened? Are you asleep, oh no, oh, my God...your dead!" "What's the call?" The Coast Guard cutter captain asked his first mate. "We got a radio call from a female who claims she and an older man were getting it on and he croaked." "Marvelous. Is that the boat she described just ahead?" "That looks like it, we'll pull along side and check it out." "Uh, oh! Do you see who that is? It's hard to miss that bloated body and face; hell I was on a cutter a few months ago that had to pull his fat ass out of the water when he got drunk and fell overboard and was too heavy to pull himself back into his own boat. Oh, fuck!" "Are you okay, young lady?" "He raped me...forced me to...he sodomized me..." "Hold on here, those are pretty serious charges!" "Whose shit do you think that is all over his greasy cock? I don't swim very well; he told me if I didn't do what he wanted he'd throw me overboard. Take me to a hospital immediately; I want a medical exam. That's my right under the law. You can tell your crewman there that he's wasting his time. I've have CMT training; he's dead. He took some pill and washed it down with Gin." And then the young woman broke down into sobbing, body shaking tears. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. We'll take of you." "Cutter 506 this is air three." "Go ahead, air three." "It's me you're hearing overhead, do you have need for medical transport?" "Roger that! The winds are calm, recommend a port quarter approach." "Take her to Mass General and escort her in for a rape exam; make sure they do a rectal. I didn't know we had any of these models?" "We don't; were leasing this one because the regular bird is in for a major overhaul." "Okay, have a safe flight!" "Roger that!" The young woman strapped into the seat next to the single Coast Guard pilot and donned a head set. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine. What a fucking creep! You're sure there's no chance they'll find something on a tox screen?" "It was just Viagra, albeit 500 times the safe dose for a man in his condition. He does have a prescription for it; he just decided if one was good, a whole hand full would be even better. Or maybe it was a manufacturing defect. The alcohol is strictly contraindicated with ED medication of that variety." "Where are we going?" "Not Mass General, that's for sure. We're going to a private hospital at which it will be confirmed that you have recently been anally assaulted and the offender conveniently left an ample supply of his DNA on hand. Amusingly it's the same hospital the Senator used to use. They happen to have his DNA on file." "Then what?" "We'll type up your official statement, you and your attorney will visit the chief of detectives in this bailiwick and you'll answer a few questions." "What if they want to keep me there?" "A friendly judge will, well, actually, already has signed a writ and you will be released...after you remember that while you had been terrified, you had the presence of mind to turn on the recorder in your purse after he threatened to throw you overboard if you didn't do what he wanted. You will offer to play it for them. They will listen in disgust. They will make a copy of it; even if they don't we will ensure that we have a copy before we see the cops. How was the angle on the video camera?" "I checked the play back, a minute or two of it, before the coast guard arrived; his face and cock and my ass are clearly visible. Suppose the Viagra hadn't killed him?" "Plan 'B'! I would have noticed a possible rape occurring below my helicopter and dispatched the cutter, which just happened to be close by investigating a reported ship in distress to investigate. The script would have played out a little differently but after the official police report, the audio and video tapes and the testimony of several concerned Coast Guard crew members all conveniently got leaked out to the national media it would have been impossible to effectively cover it up like they did last time." "Would it have gotten to trial?" "That's very doubtful. The elections are in two weeks. The police would have checked out your ID and discovered to their horror that you were not actually of legal age; you are by better than twelve years in spite of your youthful looks, but the young woman in the official records that coincides with that driver's license is not, she's only sixteen. They would attempt to contact you, ultimately paying a visit to the apartment that you reported as your residence. They would get a warrant and enter only to find signs of a struggle and small samples of your blood, some hair and fiber---all that neat CSI stuff. Then there would have been that glass you put in your purse off the boat with his DNA and finger prints---which matched a set of glasses in your cupboard---and it would have been a murder investigation. Motive and opportunity would have been no brainers; the body was dumped at sea and never found. The heinousness of the crime which involved an apparent minor would have made a plea deal unlikely." "You didn't leave much of anything to chance, did you old man?" "It's certainly cleaner this way. No need to stick around and continue to spread the seeds of deception. Look, it's been almost thirty-seven years so I've had lots of time to plan and prepare for this day. The diver who recovered her body said her body was too light to be full of water, that she had suffocated not drowned, regardless of what the official cause of death was. If that drunken son of a bitch had tried to save her or gotten help...he got a suspended two month jail term and a one year loss of his license to drive. There was never an autopsy; her parents refused to sign the approval for it and the local officials didn't push the issue. I don't know what happened but that prick either murdered her or let her die." "And what about you? Is this the end of it?" "You know I still love her and miss her; I still have the ring. I was going to ask her to marry me on her birthday, nine days from the day he killed her. I guess it's some degree of closure but he's had the last thirty-seven years of life that she---we---didn't get to enjoy. You look a lot like her." "Is that why you picked me?" "Not consciously but the irony of it all is quite remarkable. If I'd never seen, met---or married---you it might have been different. When you put that blond wig on one day as a joke, you reminded me so much of her that it brought it all back to the forefront. With that blond hair you're almost her spitting image. I'll be glad when you can get rid of the hair color and look like yourself again." "She sounds like a wonderful person; I wish I could have known my great aunt. How long do you think we're going to have to stick around this hateful place?" "Everything that is arranged, the leaks and such are all in place even if we're not here. The authorities are going to have a hard time keeping you around much past late afternoon, particularly since they'd have to defy a writ, not to mention the fact that you reported the death and have been completely cooperative---and he sodomized you on tape. The jet is gassed and packed and the flight plan is already in the hopper. We'll be airborne by six and home six hours later." "I love you." "I love you too baby." Uncle Ted's Revenge Maggie was angry. She was on a plane to Los Angeles to start the adventure of a lifetime, but her parents had ruined everything. Well, her Uncle Ted had ruined everything. She hadn’t seen him since she was seven years old and had pigtails and freckles. Why had he chosen this summer to get back in touch with his sister, her mom? Just as Maggie was making arrangements to get her own apartment, stupid Uncle Ted had called and since he lived in Beverly Hills he’d offered to let Maggie stay with him. Her parents had been so excited and relieved and they’d made Maggie accept the offer. They’d told her to stay with him at least till Christmas so that she had time to get a permanent job and earn some money before having to get her own apartment. Maggie knew that it made sense. Rents out west were astronomical and it didn’t matter how run down Uncle Ted’s shackle in Beverly Hills was, it was bound to be better than what she could afford. She didn’t know much about him. He’d had a disagreement with grandma and grandpa when Maggie was seven and he’d disappeared out of their lives. Rumour had it that he was gay. Rumour also had it that he’d been in prison. Everybody had thought that he was in Florida so it had come as a surprise to hear that he was in LA. Ted walked up and down outside the arrivals gate at the airport. He had a sign with his niece’s name on it. He didn’t need it because he knew what she looked like, but he didn’t want her to know that. He wanted her to think that he didn’t know how she’d developed from that annoying little kid into a beautiful woman. He didn’t want her to know that he knew about her long, wavy, chestnut hair, her firm D or C-cup tits and her wonderfully rounded ass. The less she suspected the better this was going to be. He felt a stir in his pants. Eleven years ago, when he was a 30-year old history teacher at the local high school, he’d seduced a 15-year old student. His nosy sister had caught them and despite his pleas she’d reported him. His parents had thrown him out of their house and he’d been forced to leave the state as he couldn’t get another job as a history teacher. He’d drifted for a while, but nine years ago he’d arrived in California and he’d started his own business. He’d had success beyond his wildest dreams, especially after the birth of the Internet. He owned a dozen popular Internet porn sites, two porn magazines, a sex toy and lingerie store chain, a porn TV network and a movie studio. His name was widely known in the business, but it was obvious that the God fearing and churchgoing folk back home hadn’t heard of his success, or his sister would never have allowed her precious daughter to come out and stay with him. It was quite by accident that he’d discovered that Maggie was going to California. He’d been in the office of his distribution network one day when the personnel manager had been looking at applications for a secretarial position. The distribution company traded under a different name to his sex business and it had some customers that weren’t in the erotica industry so even good little girls from the back of beyond applied for these jobs. Ted had found it an excellent recruitment vehicle for his models and mistresses. This time the face on the photo attached to an application had caught his eye. The girl had been a better looking version of his big sister. He’d eyed the application and it had confirmed that the girl was no other than his now 18-year old niece Maggie. The plan had soon hatched in his brain. He’d sent an investigator to his old home town to get some pictures of Maggie and he’d been very happy with the result. He’d then asked the personnel manager to conduct a phone interview with Maggie, which he’d listened in on. The manager had then told Maggie that he couldn’t offer her a permanent position, but he had something for the 3 months of the summer. Ted knew that she’d find it difficult to rent a place of her own with such a short term job. A week later he’d called his sister and he’d made up with her over the phone. He’d admitted to being a fool and he’d told her that she’d done the right thing. He’d then told her that he worked and lived in Beverly Hills, letting her believe that he was still teaching. His sister had got excited, telling him about Maggie’s summer job and asking him if he knew of anyone who rented out rooms. He didn’t, but would Maggie like to stay with him for a while until she found something permanent? His sister had been so grateful. All was forgiven and forgotten when he promised he’d take care of her little girl. And he was intending to take care of her. Ted immediately spotted the 18-year old as she came through the doors. Every step she took sent her ample bosom bouncing under that deliciously tight t-shirt. Her long legs were tanned and seemed to go on forever before they disappeared into her shorts that didn’t do anything to hide her shapely ass. Times sure had changed back home. Girls never dressed like that when he lived there. Maggie saw her name on the sign held by a fairly good looking older guy. She’d thought of Uncle Ted looking like his brother, her Uncle Bob who had grown a beer belly, was balding and dressed like the math teacher he was. Uncle Ted wore designer clothes and he looked as fit as the high school footballers she’d been used to dating as a cheerleader. Maybe he wasn’t going to be as boring as she thought he would be. Maybe he would be one of those fun uncles who let their nieces drink wine and party all night. “Uncle Ted,” Maggie said as she walked up to him. “Maggie,” he said in a happy voice. “I would have recognised you anywhere; you look just like your mom.” Except that Maggie had those luscious tits and inviting body. Ted picked up Maggie’s suitcases and took her out to the car. Maggie was surprised to see that he drove a silver Mercedes. History teachers back home sure didn’t drive cars like this. Maybe his wife was the daughter of some Hollywood big shot. Her mom hadn’t mentioned his wife, but a guy his age had to be married. She told him a little bit about her new job and about the family at home as they drove to his house. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the electric gates and the mansion behind them. “You live here?” she asked incredulously. “Yeah,” he admitted. “They must pay teachers out here a lot more money than they do at home,” she said, “or does it belong to your wife.” “I’m not married and I’m not a teacher anymore,” he told her. “Oh? Mom didn’t mention that. What do you do?” “I run a mail order business.” Well, a lot of his products were sold by mail order. “Do you know the company I’m going to work for?” Maggie asked. “They do distribution for mail order companies.” She mentioned the company’s name and Ted admitted to using them occasionally. Maggie was not at all suspicious as they entered his house and he showed her to her room. He explained that she’d be living in the guest suite, which had its own bathroom and living room, but she’d had to share the kitchen. She could either share his meals that were cooked by his housekeeper who came for a couple of hours every weekday or she could cook her own food, but then she’d have to clean up after herself in the kitchen. Maggie was getting happier by the minute. Living with Uncle Ted was going to be great. All her fears of having to spend her evening playing scrabble with a history teacher had disappeared. She started unpacking and Uncle Ted disappeared somewhere else in the house. An hour later she found him behind his desk in the library. He was typing away on a laptop computer when she entered the room so she couldn’t see what he was up to. “Uncle Ted,” she said tentatively. “Yes, Maggie.” “I’ve got some money that I’ve saved. I really need to buy a car. Would you be able to go looking for cars this afternoon? I start work on Monday and I don’t want you to feel that you have to chauffeur me around.” “How much money do you have?” he asked and when she told him he shook his head. “You’re not going to get anything decent for that. Let me show you something.” He got up from his desk and placed his arm around her shoulders and walked towards the garage. He’d parked the Mercedes outside so Maggie hadn’t seen the inside of the garage and she gasped when she saw what was there. There was a huge black BMW, a black jeep and a small red convertible sports car. “You can have any one of these until you’ve made enough money to buy a decent second hand car.” “But that’s really too much, Uncle Ted,” Maggie said to him. “I can’t accept that.” “Really,” he insisted. “Your parents have entrusted me with your safety and I don’t want to have to worry about you breaking down in unsafe neighbourhoods on your way to and from work.” When he put it like that Maggie agreed. It would feel better to drive a reliable car. She picked the red sports car and hugged her uncle gratefully. He felt her big tits against his chest and once again there was a stir in his pants. He held her tight for a while and then let her go. Maggie gave him an unsure look, but he smiled and suggested they go for a test drive. Maggie and Ted enjoyed their afternoon together. He showed her the route to work and then they went and took in the famous sights. Maggie was thoroughly star struck when they came back home. It was getting dark and Ted told her to put on a dress and he’d call for a Chinese. The Chinese meal arrived just as Maggie came downstairs. She was wearing a white button down summer dress. Ted could see the outline of her sensible bra and panties underneath. He couldn’t wait to take them off and see what was hidden underneath. This was going to be fun. “Maggie,” Ted said when they’d finished their meal. “I’d like to ask you a favour.” “Anything, Uncle Ted,” Maggie was not going to deny her new favourite Uncle anything after today. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to model for a couple of pictures that I want to take.” “Model? Pictures?” “I told you that I run a mail order business. I think that a pretty girl like you would look good using some of our products, and I wanted to take some test photos to show my marketing manager.” Maggie was flattered. She’d always thought herself too curvaceous and short to model. “OK, I’d love to. Where do you want me?” Ted chuckled inwardly. It was too early for bed. “Go up to my bathroom and get changed. There’s a robe on the door, take your clothes off and put the robe on and come downstairs and I’ll have some things for you.” Maggie skipped up the stairs and Ted logged on to his laptop. The hidden camera behind his bathroom mirror captured Maggie beautifully as she stepped out of her dress and underwear. She looked at herself in the mirror and cupped her tits. It was a good thing Ted was wearing jeans or his budding erection would become painfully obvious. Maggie soon stepped into his office. She didn’t realise that the gown was semi-transparent and he could see the outline of her figure when she stood in front of the floor lamp. Her tits seemed even larger now and her nipples poked through the material. He couldn’t wait to suck on them. She followed him into a studio with white walls and a lot of lights. On the floor in the middle was a chaise-lounge. “I want you to sit on the chaise, Maggie,” said Uncle Ted. “Wearing this robe?” she asked. “Yes, that robe is one of my products.” Maggie did as told and Ted started taking photos of her. She felt fantastic. She changed her position as he asked her to and then he walked up to her and tugged a bit at the robe. She froze for a second when she felt his finger on her skin, but then realised that he thought it should hang a bit looser on her and she relaxed. He took more photos. He asked her to put a foot on the chaise and keep the other one on the floor. She could feel the cool air on her naked pussy, but she was sure that it was covered by the material. “Now undo the sash,” Uncle Ted said. Maggie was unsure, but she did as she was told. The robe fell open and revealed a bit too much cleavage, but it was still OK. Uncle Ted seemed very pleased and she smiled. “Let it fall off one shoulder.” Again Maggie did as she was told. Her uncle was not going to make her do anything bad. “Pull the sash out and hold it in your hands.” The sash was beautiful so Maggie understood that he wanted it shown off. She’d always hated the size of her breasts, but now she was happy as they kept the robe in place. “Wrap the sash around your wrists, Maggie.” The silky feeling was wonderful on her wrists and she did as told. Uncle Ted just kept taking photos. Then he stopped and walked up to her. He took her hands in one of his and Maggie thought he was going to change her position. Instead he took the sash in his other hand and pulled it tight, crossing Maggie’s hands and restricting her mobility. He tied the sash with a double knot. “Stand up,” he commanded. Maggie didn’t want to. She knew the robe would fall open if she did and then he’d see her private parts. She remained seated. “Stand up, Maggie. This is no time for games.” He pulled her up by her hands and, as she’d feared, the robe fell open. “Now lower your hands so that they cover your pussy.” She did as told, happy for the modesty he was allowing her again, but her relief was premature. He pulled the robe open, exposing both her breasts that were squeezed together because of the position of her hands. Uncle Ted smiled and continued taking photos. “On your hands and knees on the chaise,” he commanded her and she did as told. Once again he walked up to her and uncovered her modesty. Her breasts were hanging down and he pulled the robe to the side, exposing her ass. He smiled even more and continued taking pictures of her from all angles. When he was done he walked up to her and cupped one of her tits. “Well, aren’t you a little minx,” he smiled. “I wonder what folks back home would do if they saw these pictures. I got some really good ones of your cunt.” “Please don’t show these pictures to anyone,” Maggie begged, well aware that the naughtiness of the situation had had her wet and she knew that the wet feeling was something that should be saved for when she got married. “I won’t show the pictures to anyone if you do exactly as I say,” Uncle Ted was dead serious. “Please, Uncle Ted, I’ll do anything,” she pleaded. Uncle Ted smiled and untied her wrists. He caressed the robe off her shoulders until it fell in a heap on the floor and then he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his throbbing bulge against her stomach as he kissed her passionately. Maggie was caught by surprise by the unfamiliar feeling of her uncle’s erection and his tongue that invaded her mouth so she didn’t notice that Uncle Ted was now using the sash to tie her hands behind her back. “You’ve tied me again,” she exclaimed as he let go. “It’s better that way, at least to begin with,” he smiled at her and started getting undressed. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his muscular body as he shed his clothes. His chest was covered by a light mat of brown hair that disappeared into the jeans that he took off next. His thing formed a tent inside his boxers as his jeans went off and she couldn’t help gaping as he finally let the boxers go. She hadn’t seen a boy’s thing since she was a little girl and she never knew they would grow this big. It must be at least 8 inches and as thick as her wrist. She’d felt herself several times and she knew that her opening was as small as her finger. How was she ever going to get her husband in there? Maybe they both started off small and then when they were Uncle Ted’s age the man’s thing was that big because having children made the woman’s hole bigger too. She longed to ask, but didn’t dare. She was too afraid of what was happening next. Uncle Ted went over to a drawer and pulled out a pair of shoes and something black. He came back to Maggie and told her to step into the panties, that weren’t proper panties; they just had a string at the back. Then he made her step into the high heeled shoes. She’d only wore high heels once before and they’d not been anywhere near the four inches she was given now. Her balancing act wasn’t helped by the fact that her hands were tied around her back. She wobbled a bit and it made her tits bounce. This seemed to excite Uncle Ted. “Oh yeah, Maggie, you look great,” he said as he took photos, ever so often stopping to stroke his hard cock. “Look that way, shoulders back, excellent!” He then made her turn around and bend over, and he kept snapping. Next he made her sit on the chaise and he parted her legs wide, not leaving much to the imagination behind the sheer silk of the panties. “Stand up,” he walked up and pulled her panties off, not minding that they ripped. “Sit back down again, just like before.” He took close-ups of her firm young tits and her pussy and then he put the camera down and came back with a razor and made her lean back. He quickly and expertly trimmed her bush into a neat triangle and kept snapping. Maggie was close to tears. This was not right. Uncles were not supposed to do this with nieces. “Can we please stop, Uncle Ted,” she sniffled. “I don’t like this. Please, I’ll cook and clean for you, just don’t show these pictures to mom and dad.” “Stop whining, princess,” he shouted as he kept taking photos. “I have someone to do those things for me. You are only useful for one purpose so be quiet and do as you’re told.” Maggie’s lips trembled. Gone was the nice guy from this afternoon and he was replaced with this mean, naked man with the big thing that scared her half to death. “Get on your knees and open your mouth,” he commanded her. She did as she was told and he made happy sounds as he kept snapping away. Then he left and came back with the camera on a tripod. He took a remote control in his hand and snapped a few times when he stood next to her with his giant cock in his hand. He went back to the camera to check out the photos he’d taken and, obviously satisfied, he walked back over to his niece and grabbed hair head in his hands. Without warning he shoved his hard cock inside her mouth, gagging her as he took more photos. “Start sucking,” he said and Maggie had no choice. This thing filled her mouth completely and she started sucking for all she was worth. He let go of her head and kept taking photos of the two of them. Maggie had never felt this humiliated and scared. That thing was not supposed to go in her mouth. She wasn’t even married, and he was her uncle! After an eternity she felt Uncle Ted’s hand on the back of her neck again and now he was starting to move his hips back and forth, hitting her throat every time. She kept sucking him hard because she didn’t want him yelling at her again. Then he started pulling out. As he exited she felt something hit the back of her mouth and then he sprayed her face and then her tits with white goo as he groaned loudly. The camera kept taking photos at a remarkable speed, not missing anything. “Mmmmm…” Uncle Ted said and knelt before Maggie. “What a hungry little cock sucker you proved to be.” With those words he kissed her deeply, still taking photos, and smeared his cum all over her tits. “Uncle Ted,” Maggie begged in a small voice. “Can I please go now?” She just wanted to pack her things and go home. She didn’t want to be in Los Angeles anymore. “Are you kidding? We’re only getting started!” Maggie whimpered. Uncle Ted had been such a cool uncle this afternoon and now he was making her do all these bad things. The worst of it was, she’d found that when she’d been sucking his cock she’d actually liked it. She’d liked the way it tasted and how it felt in her mouth and she’d wondered how it would feel elsewhere. She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. Uncle Ted's Revenge Ted left Maggie on the floor and picked up some camera equipment. He disappeared and a couple of minutes later he came back. Maggie looked at him as he walked around. He was still naked and his body was fabulous. She noticed no tan lines so she assumed he must be sunbathing in the nude a lot. Against her will her eyes were drawn to his cock. It was not as big as before, but it was still standing out, still poking out from his hips and still looking awfully big. Maggie licked her lips and remembered what it had tasted like, and how it had felt in her mouth. The second time Uncle Ted came back he walked up to Maggie and took her in his arms. Her breasts were crushed against his chest as he kissed her passionately. She felt his hard member pressing against her stomach. “Oh Maggie,” Uncle Ted sighed. “You were such a delicious little cock sucker. Just you wait and see what comes next.” He led her out of the studio and turned off the lights behind them. Maggie could hardly walk in the high heels and Uncle Ted’s fingers grabbed a tight hold of her arm. He brought her upstairs to his bedroom where he’d set up lights and two cameras. He was obviously planning on taking more pictures. “Please Uncle Ted,” Maggie begged. “No more pictures.” “You have a choice, princess,” Ted said to her. “I’m not forcing you to do anything. You either relax and enjoy our evening together, or I’ll send the photos I’ve taken to your parents. I’m sure they’ll be interested in the ones where you’re sucking my cock or maybe the ones where you’ve got my cum all over your face and tits.” Maggie looked down in shame. This had to be kept from her parents. Uncle Ted smiled at her and kissed her again. “Sweet Maggie,” he whispered against her ear. “I won’t do anything to hurt you. I love you too much.” He made her sit down on the bed and lean against some pillows. He took off the shoes she’d been wearing and he untied her hands from behind her back. With the sash in hand he tied one hand to one bedpost and then he went and got a pair of handcuffs for the other hand. Maggie hated being tied up, but at least she was more comfortable now than she had been before. She looked down and saw the stiffened pink peaks of her round breasts and the little triangle of hair that Uncle Ted had left. It was almost like an arrow pointing towards her most secret place. Uncle Ted was walking around in the room, fixing the lighting and aiming his cameras. His shaft was now almost as big as when he’d made her suck it. Ted started taking photos of the young girl tied to his bed. She looked so inviting. The way he had her tied, if he cut her hands out of the shot it looked like she was spreading out to invite her lover. What a wonderful thought. He made her part her legs slightly and her pussy glistened in the lights. She wanted this too. On the surface she might be little miss prim and proper, but her pussy was hungry for his cock and oh was she gonna get it! Maggie looked in astonishment as Uncle Ted positioned her legs. Her knees were bent and her heels were against her ass. Then he made her lower her knees to the sides, opening herself up completely. She could smell herself down there. Uncle Ted could smell her too and he smiled at her. He gently caressed her slit and sent a shockwave to the pit of her stomach. That felt so good. She heard a tiny moan escape her lips. Uncle Ted kissed her nipples. “I know you’re loving this, Maggie. Just relax and let Uncle Ted take care of you.” How could he be so nice one minute and then so horrible the next? He spoke as though he really loved her, but if he did, he wouldn’t make her do all these nasty things, would he? He moved back and took some more photos. He was stroking his cock more frequently now. Soon he picked up the remote camera control and he got comfortable on the bed. He smelled Maggie’s pussy and shot the scene. He let his lips gently caress Maggie’s pussy lips and she moaned louder. She could hear the clicking sound of the camera now as he started snapping away. Then she felt his tongue licking the length of her slit. She was moaning out loud now. This felt so good. He paused and she raised her hips slightly, wanting to feel his tongue again. He chuckled and licked her slit once more. Soon Uncle Ted was lapping up Maggie’s rapidly flower pussy juices. He had to hold her hips still to stop her from wriggling out of focus for the cameras. Then he penetrated her pussy lips with his tongue and was rewarded by a surprised gasp from his niece. He found her little nub and flicked his tongue across it a couple of times. He then moved to her fuck hole and penetrated it. Maggie shrieked with pleasure. His tongue started sliding in and out of her tight hole and she moaned louder and louder. “Oh yes, Uncle Ted,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, Uncle Ted!” He wasn’t intending to stop. He continued tongue fucking her and started massaging her clit with his finger. Maggie wrapped her legs around him. He took more pictures. He could see her face but he could tell from her moans what the look on her face would be. Then without warning Maggie’s body spasmed. She cried out in surprise and ecstasy as her body was taken over by her first orgasm. Ted felt her tight cunt convulsing around his tongue and lapped up the cum juices. When Maggie was done cumming he crawled up next to her, letting his cock rest on her thigh and he kissed her. His hand cupped her beautiful breast as he let her taste her pussy for the first time. He pressed his camera remote again. “Now didn’t I tell you that I was going to make you feel good?” he asked and descended with his lips on one of her nipples. “Yes you did, Uncle Ted,” she replied. “And was I right?” “Yes you were.” “Then why were you moaning so much?” “I don’t like it when you take these photos.” “Oh, but I do. I’m going to have these photos and cherish them forever. As my memento of our wonderful time together.” “Are you not going to show them to mom and dad then,” Maggie asked tentatively. “If you’re a good girl and do as I say you’re quite safe,” he promised her. “I’ll be a good girl, Uncle Ted.” “I believe you,” he said and moved to untie her hands. Ted started sucking Maggie’s tits with fervour. They were so big and firm and all natural. He couldn’t believe how wonderful they were. Maggie was moaning again and then he felt her hands in his hair. She wanted this. He took more photos. He reached down and felt her cunt. She was dripping wet, ready for his cock. Maggie watched in amazement as Uncle Ted positioned his knees between her legs. She opened them wide and he smiled at her. He ran his pre-cum covered cock head along her wet slit. She moaned with delight. He parted her lips and took more photos. He slowly applied pressure with his cock on her hole. Soon his engorged head popped into her tight cunt and he cried out with delight at her tightness. Maggie gasped as her pussy struggled to adjust to his massive size. “Oh yes, baby,” he whispered against her breasts. “You feel so good. This is going to hurt soon, but don’t fight it, just relax and the pain will go away.” Maggie braced herself as her uncle shoved his entire length into her hungry virgin cunt. She screamed out in pain, but Uncle Ted’s body was on top of hers and she couldn’t get away. She could hear the cameras snapping wildly and then the miracle happened. She stopped feeling as though he was tearing her apart and her cunt started throbbing around his shaft. She was adjusting to his size. It felt wonderful. It felt better than wonderful. She wanted more. Ted could feel Maggie raising her hips marginally underneath him and he knew what it meant. He’d deflowered enough virgins in his days to know when they wanted to be fucked. He looked down at the dazed expression on her face. “Do you want me, Maggie?” he asked. Maggie nodded. “You have to tell me, Maggie,” he insisted. “Tell me what you want me to do.” “Fuck me, Uncle Ted,” she begged. “Please fuck me!” He smiled at the words coming out of her mouth. They were music to his ears. He grabbed her legs and positioned them on his shoulders. All the while snapping with his cameras he slid even deeper inside her now. With a hand taking his weight on either side of her shoulders he started pumping into her. Her wet pussy was making delicious squishy fuck sounds as he thrust deeper and deeper into the delightfully tight cunt of his niece. He slammed into her clit and gyrated his hips around, making sure she could feel every inch of him inside her. Maggie started panting. She started tugging at her tits and biting her lip. The thought of how wonderful his photos were turning out with Maggie’s participation got him even more turned on. Maggie met his thrusts with her hips. She instinctively knew what to do to feel more of him inside her. He stretched her to the limit yet she wanted more. This was the most wonderful feeling. Then something more wonderful happened. Once again her body started quivering. Before she knew it she was shaking all over and her cunt grasped Uncle Ted’s meat so hard, he buried himself all the way inside her as she shouted out her orgasm. He didn’t give her time to stop cumming. He pulled out of her dripping cunt and moved her on her hands and knees. He was taking as many photos as he could. Her juices and virgin blood were dripping down her thighs. Her hole was gaping open for him. He didn’t need more of an invitation. Once more he slammed his cock inside her, but this time her cry wasn’t of pain. It was a cry for more. “Fuck me, Uncle Ted,” she begged. “Oh fuck me harder!” He started thrusting faster and deeper. She took his size so wonderfully tight. He grabbed her by her tits and pulled her up. He kissed her neck. He bit her. He couldn’t stop fucking her young cunt. His balls slammed into her clit with each of his hard thrusts. He took more photos. Her hand reached down to stimulate her clit. More photos. Click, click, click. He was a man possessed. He was possessed by her 18-year old cunt. He was possessed by her wonderfully tight hole. This time when Maggie cried out her passion and shivered in his arms he couldn’t hold himself back. As her cunt clutched his cock tight he slammed inside her a final time and shot his entire load. It was the longest lasting orgasm he’d ever had. He emptied his balls completely as her cunt milked him dry. Uncle Ted held Maggie for a while and then he slowly pulled out of her trembling pussy. She could feel a gush of her juices and his cum trickling down her thighs. “Don’t move, darling,” Uncle Ted said to her. He grabbed a camera and took several close-ups of her cunt and her thighs. Then he put all his camera equipment back and turned out the spotlights. He lay down next to his niece and took her into his arms. “You were wonderful, Maggie.” “You were wonderful too, Uncle Ted.” “Do you think you’ll want to feel my cock again?” “I don’t know. It’s not right.” “I won’t take any more pictures. It’ll just be you and me. Uncle Ted and his special little girl.” Maggie smiled and cuddled up with him. She was soon asleep. He covered her with a sheet and picked up his cameras. In his office he downloaded all the night’s photos to his laptop. He picked wisely. One photo of Maggie showing her cunt on the chaise, another one of her sucking his cock, another one of his cum on her face with her mouth still wide open, another one of him eating her cunt in bed and then finally one of them fucking, with Maggie kneading her tits and where she had a massive smile on her face. He attached them to an email, typed his sister’s email address and hit send. Uncle Ted’s revenge was over. He’d been intending to throw Maggie out after this, but his plans had changed. She was his now. Uncle Tom Leslie had just finished her first year at the University of Connecticut and what a long first year it had been! Between all of her school work and the loads of extracurricular activities she was participating in, her brain and body felt like mush. She was so glad that the year was over and was looking forward to the summer break for relaxation and a little self exploration. Daddy and Mom had called the previous day and told her that they were going on vacation to the Virgin Islands for two weeks to celebrate their 25th anniversary together. Obviously she knew she was not being invited by the way they had told her the news- great, so her parents wouldn't be home and her best friend was going with her parents for three weeks on a Bahama cruise! What luck she had. The summer didn't look promising. As she was packing the remainder of her clothes in her dorm room, her mother called her on her cell phone. "Hello?" she greeted. "Hello sweetheart, how are you?" her mother asked. "Just fine Mom. I'm almost done packing and I think I'll be out of the dorm by noon. You and Daddy leaving for your vacation at three right?" Leslie questioned. "That's right honey, but I just wanted to call with some promising news..." her mother replied. Leslie smiled to herself. What possible good news could there be? "Uncle Tom is home from his latest trip to Paris for a few weeks. I told him that you were coming home for the summer and how awful your father and I felt about leaving you here all along. You've been working so hard sweetie this past year and we thought that it would be a great idea if we sent you down to Las Vegas for two weeks to be with him. You know you've always wanted to go there honey." Leslie smiled once more. Things were finally looking up for her! Her mother's brother, Uncle Tom, was a real busy guy. The last time she had seen him she had been seven. Now she was nineteen going on twenty. She hardly remembered what he looked like or if he still looked like the picture in the photo album they had. But Leslie was still willing to find out! A free trip to Las Vegas for two weeks? Leslie was so excited about her new found fortune. "And sweetheart, we'll leave three hundred for you on the counter in an envelope marked trip money. So when you come home today, you take that with you on the flight tomorrow morning. Think of this as Daddy and I's gift to you for working so hard sweetheart. We really are proud of you." her mother finished. Leslie was beaming. "Thank you so much Mom!" Leslie exclaimed on the phone. "I'm so excited!" "I hope so darling. Uncle Tom said he's pretty excited to see you too. You know he hasn't seen you in a long time. He said he's curious to see how well you turned out." her mother laughed on the phone. "I'm nervous about seeing him, I mean I hardly even remember him at all." "Don't worry sweetheart, when you get home, why don't you give him a call and get updated. He already knows when the flight is and will be waiting for you tomorrow afternoon." "Okay Mom. Thank you so much." Leslie sighed, her insides danced as she smiled to herself. "You're welcome sweetheart." her mother replied. "Have a great trip and tell Daddy I love him." "I will honey." her mother replied. And with that Leslie hung up the phone. She was so excited. Two weeks in Las Vegas! What a deal! Leslie had all her belongings packed in her little Neon. The drive to her parents was only three hourts away and then she had to pack for Las Vegas. She would be sure to pack her new bathing suit she bought a week ago, lots of tank tops, t-shirts, and shorts. She doubted there would be any cold weather down there. Once returning home, she unpacked all of her large sweaters and pants and refilled it neatly with all her summer gear. Her make-up, her toiletries, and all of the music she would listen to on the flight down. After she had taken a hot shower, she dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of green denim shorts and decided to call Uncle Tom. The envelope she carefully put in her purse and the specifics of her flight tomorrow along with the ticket were all in there too. As she dialed the number, she felt suddenly nervous about talking to him. As the phone rang twice, she wasn't sure anyone would even pick up. Then the third ring and an answer. "Hello this is Tom." came the greeting. A sudden silence between the two connections... "Hello Uncle Tom?" Leslie questioned. "Leslie? Hey honey, long time..." his deep voice brightened. "How have you been sweetheart?" Leslie felt suddenly calmer, "Just fine Uncle Tom, I just finished my first year in college and my birthday is next month too." Tom felt himself smile. Her soft voice was so cute, he couldn't imagine what she looked like now all grown up. All he could picture was that same little seven year old girl with pigtails. "I know you're birthday is coming up. I'm excited you're coming down here. Once you get here I'm going to take you out to a very nice restaurant to celebrate early. How does that sound?" he asked. "Sounds terrific!" Leslie squeaked. Their conversation lasted about an hour. They caught up with eachother relatively quickly and Leslie was confident in her decision to go to Las Vegas. The flight was at nine in the morning tomorrow and Leslie knew she'd have to call a taxi in the morning to take her to the airport. She was all packed that night and anticipating the trip. She had a hard time getting to sleep that night and when she finally did, she had a dream that included her uncle. Leslie woke up the next morning in a frenzy. She was running late and rushed to grab something to eat, settling on a slice of toast and a small glass of orange juice. The taxi showed up at eight fifteen which left them only a half hour to get to the airport. Thankfully the taxi driver sped all the way there, but not without making Leslie scream on more than one occasion to look out for other vehicles. All Leslie wanted to do by the time she got to the airport was just crawl under a rock for a few hours. Though she knew she couldn't do that, she forced herself onto the plane and tried to think positive. She was going to be in Las Vegas soon. The plane landed soundly in Las Vegas hours later and Leslie was more than ready to depart. As she stumbled through the hallway exhausted, she tried to remember what her uncle had said to look for. He said he'd be right there when she got within sight. She looked around not seeing anyone and getting nervous. "Leslie honey over here! Leslie!..." she heard him. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome older man waving her way. Is that? No it couldn't be... Uncle Tom? Leslie smiled shyly. "Uncle Tom?" she yelled at him walking towards the smiling face, his dimples dented proudly as he beamed at her. "Yes sweetheart!" She walked towards him. He looked different than the picture she last saw of him. He was certainly older and tanner. He looked very healthy. Once she reached him, she was stunned when he bent towards her and gave her a huge hug and kiss on the cheek. "Hi there cutie! How was the flight?" he asked. Tom hadn't been sure what to expect but it certainly wasn't this! This young woman in front of him was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. And this was only his niece? He couldn't help but let his eyes linger at the curve of her exposed throat and the swell of her young breasts. God he had a thing for younger women but this one took the cake! Wait a second- he stopped himself, what was he thinking? "You look fantastic." Tom complimented. "Much different than the last time I saw you. I was expecting that same little girl with the pig tails to walk off that plane." Leslie and him both laughed together as they walked to pick up her bags. Once picked up, they headed out the doors. "So tell me how you have been really sweetheart. What's your major at school, are you working, what have you been up to?" he asked. Leslie proceeded to tell him all the things that had happened thus far at school. She left out the part about the boy Jeremy who tried to get her drunk at her first party and have sex with her. But she told him about being an English major and how well she did in her classes. She had joined the culture club at school and helped put together some of the special events held on campus. Uncle Tom quietly listened, commenting every now and then about how wonderful that was or how proud her father and his sister must be of her. He loved how easily she talked to him even though it had been twelve years. He'd been busy himself travelling around the world on business, never having time for a real relationship. Alot of people called him a bachelor but he just hadn't found the right woman yet. And it wasn't that he had a problem finding someone to share his bed with, he just felt like he didn't connect with them on the lever that he hoped for. It was purely sexual his relationships and he was fine with that for now. Although looking at his young niece now, he hoped that some day soon he'd find that woman and settle down for good. "Uncle Tom, you okay?" Leslie asked him. "Huh? Oh yes... just thinking about how good it is to see you that's all." he lied. "So what do you say to some nice steaks on the grill tonight? And then we can lay in the jacuzzi for a little while or watch a movie, whichever you'd like." he explained. "Sounds great! That flight really wore me out Uncle Tom. I feel like someone ran me through a wringer." Uncle Tom laughed. "Trust me sweetheart, I know exactly what you mean. All the travelling I've done, I'm used to it. But when I first started, I felt like a zombie for three days straight." he smiled. Once they got to the house, Uncle Tom left Leslie to unpack in the guest bedroom downstairs while he went upstairs to his bedroom closet to grab two extra pillow cases for the bed. After that, he went out onto the patio and started the steaks. "How do you like your steak honey?" Uncle Tom yelled. "Medium!" Leslie chirped from the house. Tom smiled to himself. This was going to be great, having his niece around to keep him company. He was going to make sure she had a great time while she was here. Leslie finished unpacking and decided to put on a pair of running shorts and a tank top. She knew it was going to be hot down here and a t-shirt felt out of the question right now. As she walked out onto the patio, she could smell the steaks cooking and watched Uncle Tom as he flipped the steaks and hummed quietly. He sure was a character she thought to herself. "All done unpacking." Leslie announced. Tom turned around to greet his niece and was momentarily stunned. Leslie's small tanned body looked so absolutely amazing in the small amount of clothing she was wearing. he looked away and smiled hoping he hadn't been caught staring. "Steaks are almost ready little one. Can you just grab me two plates and put the potatoes in a bowl? We can eat out here on the patio if you want." Uncle Tom said. "K." Leslie replied. Uncel Tom couldn't help but turn and watch his niece's little ass walk away from him as she went into the kitchen. He could feel himself slightly hard in his slacks for her and she hadn't even been here twenty-four hours! He shook his head lightly. Control yourself Tom is all he could tell himself. Dinner was delicious and Leslie ate a ton. Uncle Tom couldn't figure out where she put it. being so tiny and all. Uncle Tom watched her eat out of the corner of his eye while she talked non-stop about school and her parents. He briefly thought about whether his brother realized what a gorgeous daughter he had. After dinner Leslie was exhausted and looked so. "Do you want to go to bed or do you just want to sit on the couch and watch some tv?" he asked her. "I'll watch some tv with you. It's not all that late anyways." Leslie replied. Dinner had been wonderful for her and even more so enjoyable because her handsome uncle had been with her. She wondered periodically if he had a girlfriend, but never got the courage to ask him. Uncle Tom sat down on the large leather sofa and turned the ac on to cool the room from outside. He patted the seat next to him for her. "What would you like to watch sweetie?" "Anything Uncle Tom." Leslie answered briefly. She grabbed a toss pillow from the adjacent chair and rested her head against it. Within minutes Uncle Tom looked over to see his young niece with her legs tucked up underneath her, lightly breathing in sleep. He sighed watching her for a few more minutes before yawning himself. Standing, he grabbed one of the large blankets nearby and draped it over her soft frame. Regretfully, he left her, watching her breath one last time before heading off to bed himself. She was a gorgeous creature, he thought to himself, already memorizing the soft features of his niece's face and body. Uncle Tom Author's note: This is the true story of my first sexual experience. Everything is true, except for the last name of my cousins, who I changed for discretional purposes. I'd appreciate any and all comments, as this is my first story, and I really did think it was fitting to start with my first time. I remember so well that first night. It was a week before Christmas, and I was spending the holiday at my cousin Michelle's house. My parents had taken me up to Baltimore for the week so that I could go college hunting. I had already been accepted to John's Hopkins', and had a pending Harvard acceptance. But, naturally, I had to check out all the other schools up in Virginia, Delaware, and all those other Chesapeake states. Something about "sticking close to family". If only I had known just how close I'd be to family in the near future. Unfortunately, when we got up there, my dad got a call from work, and he and my mum ended up taking the first flight back to Tallahassee. So, I was left to room with Michelle and her husband, Tom. Now, Tom was an undisputed family pervert. At 42, he was in average shape, but it was common knowledge that he and Michelle had a dismal marriage. He just didn't like the 'mature' ladies. So, naturally, he sought out the easiest prey: young women in the family under 30. At the time, that consisted of me and my two cousins, who were in college down in Tennessee. There were countless family stories that I had heard about that sicko since I was about 13. "Oh yes, Adele, sweetie. The reason Amanda came to live with Michelle was because Tom is her biological father." "Adele, be sure not to mention Amanda at the Easter party. Michelle caught her and Tom having sex, and now Amanda's run off to join the army." "Adele, pull your collar up a little more. You don't want that creep to think you are flirting with him." But, the funny thing was, all these rumors ever did for me was to serve the purpose of making me even more attracted to him. I remember when I was 16, I reached past him on the couch to "grab a pillow". And I "accidentally" grabbed his crotch. But come on, how could you blame me? I was 16, had this rather well built (and definitely well hung) man was setting my hormones raging. After that, there were a few more incidents, but that was the first time I really think he actually started seriously considering the possibility of screwing me. And now, here I was at the Vandervliss' doorstep, waiting for the dreaded six-day stay with my prude-of-a cousin, and her forbidden husband. Between that Easter party at 16, and now, I had pretty much forgotten about him. My parents must have, or else they never would have let me stay with Tom. I had been furiously working on my studies (psychology, and its eventual basis behind court rulings), and because of that, had never focused much on the far-away guy. Also, as a side-effect, my virginity had remained stubbornly intact. I mean, who wants to get pregnant when they are applying to Harvard? But now, when he came to the door, Tom had this leer on his face, and as he directed it towards me, all those curious, deviant feelings of two years ago came rushing back, and I had to gasp for breath. Thankfully, I had calmed myself by the time Michelle appeared in the doorway. "Tom, don't make her stand there! It's freezing outside! "Oh right, sorry." He said, the grin sliding off of his face at her shrill voice. He stood aside as I walked in, and just barely swayed my hips in an all-too-inviting manner. I hoped furiously that he had noticed. They told me where to put my bags, and Michelle said that she had to go to her mother in the retirement home, because there was a Christmas activity night that she was supervising. She told me that dinner was in the fridge, and told Tom to show me where the kitchen was. After he heated up the food, we sat at the table, at separate ends. Soon after that, he moved over to my end, because "conversation will be too strained from across the table". Yeah right. He asked me about school, and my boyfriend (who I had, unfortunately, just broken up with) and life in Florida, the usual chitchat. Halfway through the meal, he spilled his coffee all over me new pants. As pissed as I was, when he started rubbing the towel over my calf, I found myself imagining all sorts of lewd possibilities. Tom running his tongue up my calf. Tom nipping the tender flesh behind my knee. Tom grabbing me, throwing me on the table, and rip-. My fantasies stopped there, for they were interrupted by a wave of coffee that scorched my lap when his elbow sent the nearly-empty cup toppling over. I jumped up, shouted and started furiously unzipping my pants, just trying to get out of this mess. Honestly, I'd totally forgotten that this guy was standing there. Only when I sighed with relief as the blast of air hit my red thighs, (and my pants were halfway down my legs) did I remember my dinner companion. He was staring, transfixed, (or at least that's how I interpreted it) at the lacy purple panties that my aunt had sent to me for my birthday in November. I stayed where I was for just a moment, staring him straight in the eyes as I raised, ever so subtly, one plucked eyebrow. No doubt he could see the plump, bare flesh of my sex shadowed by intricate lacy designs. But, after that split-second's hesitation, I dashed out of the kitchen and into the guest bedroom, blushing furiously. I changed into a pair of boxer shorts and a sweater and threw myself onto the bed, shrieking as I felt the water-filled mattress give way beneath me in rolling waves. And that was how Tom found me when he came rushing in to see what was wrong: lying sandwiched in the bed, legs flailing in the air, and chest pushed forward as I started to roll off onto the floor. I really think that made it worse, since I landed on my knees, with my legs spread apart and my rump thrust invitingly towards him. I flipped onto my back and glanced up at him, giggling furiously until I saw the look on his face. His eyes were a delicious stormy grey, darkened with desire. His mouth lay slightly agape, and he licked his lips with a red, pointed tongue. He was standing stock-still, braced by his spread legs, and I could clearly see the swell of his massive cock through the grey sweatpants. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asked in this delicious voice that rumbled with a thick Italian accent. By now his eyes had traveled down my flushed cheeks to the ample, 34-C breasts held tight by the black cashmere. When he spoke, pinpricks of heat went dancing down my neck, across my legs, up my stomach, around my nipples, and finally down to my pussy, which started to moisten almost instantly. "Oh, ah sure, Mr. Tom." I had never really gotten over the formal title given to someone who you couldn't call uncle because they were only your second-cousin by marriage. "Well, I just wanted to make sure, you know, after the coffee...But then I heard you screaming" his heated gaze drifted to the four-poster, and back to my petite little body. "It really is okay, Mr. Tom. I'll just go put these." I beckoned to my ruined pants, "in the laundry. And then I think I'll just come up here for bed." "Well, okay. The laundry room is down the stairs in the basement. It's the second," he stressed the word, "door on the left. I'm sure there's detergent and other stuff somewhere on those shelves. I'm going to say goodnight, and I hope you have a restful evening." With that he hugged me (ohhhh God, that thing must be huge) and swiftly walked out of the room. By now, the heater had cranked up, and I started to get hot in my sweater. I took it and the shorts off and put on another gift from my aunt: a crimson teddy with green piping and a silky texture. I rushed down the stairs to the chilly basement, and carefully surveyed the stone hallway. I shivered again, and really wished that I had kept my sweater on as my body broke out in Goosebumps, and my nipples hardened, so much so that I could see the ring of my aureoles through the fabric. Ah well, I thought. The sooner I get these clothes in the washer, the sooner I can get back to that water bed. I rushed along, past the first door on the right, then the first door on the left, tempted just to look in real fast. But no, there'd be time for snooping when it was warmer tomorrow. I opened the door to the laundry room, and looked around for the washer. There was this long stone counter-thing where Michelle had left some folded clothes. Then, there was a dryer, a washer, and this old-fashioned icebox next to them. I threw some detergent in the washer, set the timer, and tossed my ruined pants into the rolling water. As an afterthought, I added my panties that I had kept on earlier. They were still musky from my earlier fantasies, and well, there was no use wasting water. But, just as I was about to toss them in with my slacks, the clock chimed 8 o'clock with 20 very loud gongs. I was so startled that I jumped, and dropped my panties behind the washer. Damn it! I bent over the washer, stretching my body and reaching my hands down in the dark space, feeling for the soft lace. I felt my nightgown riding up my thighs, past my round little ass, and halfway up my back, but didn't really care. Not even when my hot mound pressed against the cold, unforgiving metal. I was still bent over, spread-eagled, with my ass crack and pussy lips spread wide open, when Tom walked in. I didn't hear him, because the damned clock was still chiming. Just when I'd grabbed my panties, I felt him come up behind me, and a moment later, his middle finger thrust into my pussy. I screamed in surprise, and he quickly snapped a hand over my mouth. "Oh so I see. You little slut, how dare you show yourself off to anybody who came in?" his words chilled me, but the harshness of his tone made my pussy start to moisten. He didn't miss a thing. "What's this? Are you getting wet for me, you stupid tease? Do you want your dear Uncle Tom to fuck you?" All I could do was let out a soft moan as I felt a wave of heat roll through my body. He flipped me around, and slammed my back into the washer. Now I saw him fully naked. Oh, God, how magnificent his body was. Despite the inevitable flesh that comes with aging, he was in fine shape. A softly-toned chest covered with a light spattering of hair pressed against my erect nipples through the teddy. His cock, all nine inches of it, was fully engorged and thick as could be. Even as I stared, eyes wide, he began to rub it on the inside of my thigh. A rush of liquid dripped down my thighs from my hot pussy, and my head fell softly back. Tom slowly removed his hand from my mouth. As soon as it was off, I started to babble about how he shouldn't be doing this to me, how I was family, how he was married......He slapped his hand back onto my lips, and hissed at me to be quiet. "So, are you telling me, my horny, teenaged little Adele that you don't want me to fuck you? Don't lie. You've been teasing me since you walked in the door. Every time I turn around you're giving me that sluttish look of yours. You want it. And you're gonna beg for it when I'm through with you." With that he flipped me back around and thrust me over the back of the washer. He pushed the teddy up past my breasts, and grabbed them roughly. His fingers pinched my sore, sensitive nipples, and he thrust his hand between my thighs and kicked my legs apart. With one brief caress to my swollen clit, he spread my legs farther, and I felt the fat tip of his cock at my tight little virgin pussy hole. As he eased it in, slowly, I began to moan and whimper until he was all the way in, for my slightly doggy-style position allowed his full length inside me. He moaned, and said in a croaked voice, "Ohhh God, my sweet little whore. Oh God, you are so tight! I-I can't help..." and all of a sudden he withdrew and pounded into me, furiously hard and fast, hardly slowing down at all, making me gasp and smash into the metal surface of the washer again and again. I cried out with each thrust, begging him. "Fuck me Tom! Fuck me like you do to that wife of yours. Don't stop! Of please just fuck me!!" I was panting and moaning simultaneously, bending my head forward and letting a curtain of sweet-smelling hair fall over my fiery cheeks. Every time the tip of him touched my womb, I felt a rush of pain and pleasure, intertwined together in a glorious mixture. Hardly two minutes into it, and I felt the first signs of orgasm bolt through me. The pleasure mounted and mounted, until I came, hot and loud and very, very wet. He screamed "FUCCCCCK" as my muscles clenched around his blood-engorged prick, and continued to slam into my pussy. As I felt my juices running down past my clit and onto my belly, he reached forward and squeezed my breasts, which had, up until now, been bouncing wildly in rhythm with his thrusts. Just as another shockwave an orgasm spun through my body, his balls tensed against my ass, and he howled one last time and came in me. It seemed as if his hot stream of semen never stopped, as it filled my body it started to seep onto my outer lips. When he was finished, he grabbed me roughly again (oh, I had bruises for days afterwards) and pulled my mouth against his. It was the first time he had kissed me. There was such passion as his tongue thrust roughly into my mouth and met mine that I found myself wanting him again. But it was too soon for him. After all, he'd just had the orgasm of his life (or so I like to think) and was spent for the time being. Afterwards, he carried me up to my bed and laid down beside me. Just as I started to drift off, he got up and told me he loved me so much, his dear little cousin. Almost comically, he placed a little fatherly kiss on my cheek and left me falling asleep on the bed. That night, I dreamed all of those wild, erotic dreams that I had had throughout my high school career. Only, this time, the man with the cock was my dear, perverted, 42 year old "uncle" Tom. Uncle Tom and Katie All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. It is Friday night and mom and dad are going away for the weekend. Uncle Tom said he would stay at the house with me while they are away. I asked mom if I could go to my friend Amy's house to study tonight, but we are really going to a party. I bet I can sneak up to my room and Uncle Tom won't know either way! After dinner while mom and dad are putting their bags into the car I run up to my room and get dressed. I put on a black mini skirt and a blue silk halter top. Then I slide a long jean skirt on over it and an old t-shirt, that way mom, dad, and Uncle Tom don't suspect anything wrong. I go down stairs to tell the parents good bye and then tell my uncle I will be home later and not to worry about me. Within half an hour I was pulling up at Amy's house where our dates were to pick us up. I was going to the party with Billy, he is a nice guy but he really isn't my type. The party was a blast, they had a keg and several bottles of liquor and we all got pretty wasted. I was doing keg stands and shooting Tequila, thank God Billy was there to help me to the car. They dropped me off at home on the way, I was way to drunk to drive. I silently wished that Uncle Tom was asleep. When I came in I didn't see him anywhere down stairs so I thought I was off the hook. I went up to my room and found him sitting on my bed. BUSTED! He yelled at me and then went down to get me some water and tylonal he knew I would have a hangover. When he came back to my room I took the pills and drank the water. I started getting really tired so I stripped as soon as he left the room. I didn't have the energy to get dressed so I just lay face down on the bed and went to sleep.... UNCLE TOM'S STORY: Damn it, I guess I have to stay with my brat niece this weekend. My brother and his wife are going out of town and need me to make sure she stays out of trouble. .. Here it is Friday and I arrive at my brother's place just as they are getting finished with dinner. Katie is going over to a friends to study so I will have the house to myself for a couple hours. I watch a movie and check my e-mail then noticing what time it is I start to wonder about where Katie might be... I looked up the number and called Amy's mom, who informed me that the girls had gone on a date and should be home soon. That little bitch! She thought she could get away with this under my watch! ...... When Katie came home she way drunker than a skunk, I started to lecture her about telling a lie and drinking before she is old enough. It wasn't doing any good she just kept giggling and not paying attention so I decided its better left till in the morning. I went to get her something for a head ache I wanted to her to be able to work off her punishment in the morning. I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom to look for something and found her mom's sleeping pills. That's where the whole plan started to form. I took out 2 of them, they looked a lot like tylenol so I figured she wouldn't notice. When I got to her room she was falling over but she took the pills and went to bed. I walked out of the room and stood there listening to her take her clothes off. She has no idea that I am about to have my way with her. To my delight she doesn't put on any clothes. I wait for about 45 min. to make sure she went to sleep. Then I crept into her room being quiet at first to make sure she was fully out, and she was. I turned on the light and seen her laying there naked on top of the covers. OMG she was even more beautiful without clothes! I had to look for a minute before I could even move. All the way from her feet to her firm ass was tanned and then right above her tan line she had a tattoo, I bet her dad don't know about that! The rest of her was tan a firm but I didn't see a tan line on top, so I guess she takes her top off. Her hair was down spread all around her making her look like an angel. Slowly I walk over to her and put my hand on her lower leg, feeling her smooth skin was so amazing. I let my hand drift further up her long leg caressing it the whole way. Finely I had her ass in my hand! I was squeezing it and the feeling almost made me blow my load right there. I let my hand slip between her legs, she was starting to get wet. Her pussy lips were like silk, shaved bald and hot to the touch. I rolled her onto her back, her big beautiful breasts stood proud on her chest. So young and firm they rose and fell with each breath. I guess her tits must have been a firm c cup. She had a tiny waist and wide hips. Her belly button was perfect I couldn't wait to kiss all around it. I went straight for her boobs feeling all over them and gently squeezing her nipples. They were small and pink and hard as little rocks! I leaned down and put 1 nipple in my mouth, sucking on 1 and then the other. I reached my hand down to feel her twat and realized she was soaked! What a little slut! I suddenly wanted Katie's juices in my mouth so I slid her legs apart and climbed between them. She has the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. I put my mouth over it and kissed deeply. Then I licked her lips and let my tongue slide in until I could feel her sensitive love button. I put a finger into her wet snatch. She was tight as hell. Once my finger was covered in her tasty juice I ran my finger down over her ass hole. I gently started working my way into her puckered hole. When I couldn't wait anymore I edged my way up till I was resting above her with the head of my cock at her entrance. I slid into her inch by inch. OMFG my niece was so tight I didn't think she could take it all! Finely I felt my balls rest on her ass, just as I got all the way in her pussy started to tighten up and shake. That sent me over the edge and I came deep in her tight little cunt. I caught my breath and noticed that my cock was still ready for more. I pulled it out covered in both of our cum and rubbed it over her back door. I slipped back into her pussy a few more times to make sure she was good and wet. Then I started to put my 9 in cock up her pretty ass. This angle wasn't very good though so I decided to turn her over. I grabbed her pillows and propped her up so that her ass was sticking up at me. I got behind her and grabbed both her cheeks spreading them. I slowly started putting my dick in her ass this time it inched in wonderfully. I pumped in and out of her reaching around I played with her clit, sending us both into another orgasm! When I regained my wits I picked her up and carried her to the bath tub. I washed her and put her back to bed. The next morning she looked a little confused but had no idea that I had raped her. I was going to make her clean all day but then I decided I don't want her to learn her lesson to well....... I might want to baby sit more often. Uncle Tom Ch. 02 As Tom reached his bedroom, his hardon had still not died down. He had difficulty making it up the steps knowing that a beautiful young woman was laying on his couch. He knew she hadn't been here that long, but two more weeks of this torture, he wasn't sure he could take. Laying down in his king size bed with the light turned off, he let his hand drift down to the band of his boxers. His hand lightly brushed the tip of his penis and he could feel the wetness of his precum there. Resisting no longer, he dipped his hand inside his boxers and lightly traced his palm over the flesh. he felt himself pulsate briefly at the contact and closed his eyes visualizing his young niece laying downstairs. He imagined her coming into his bedroom in a long white see through gown, smiling at him. She got under the covers beside him. "Here Uncle Tom, let me help you with that." she'd say to him and replace his hand with her small delicate fingertips. Wrapping her hand around him, she'd lightly jerk him off as he did now to himself. He'd take his hands and pull her face towards his and kiss her passionately on the mouth, spearing his tongue through her lips to taste her. She'd increase her tightness around him and pump him faster telling him how wonderful he felt until his balls unloaded. He'd feel his cum burst out of his cockhead landing on his hairy chest as he kissed her moist lips. Tom opened his eyes to find himself covered in his white sperm. He felt a huge weight lift. He had needed that since the moment his young niece stepped off that plane. The next day Leslie woke up early. She found herself lying on the leather couch with the blanket still covering her small frame. Uncle Tom must've left her there so she could sleep right through. She felt so refreshed after sleeping that she decided to make Uncle Tom breakfast. She figured after him making dinner last night, she could return the favor, plus she made a killer french toast. Leslie didn't bother to take a shower just yet and just brushed her teeth and headed to the kitchen and got cooking. It was only seven and she didn't know when Uncle Tom would be up. Tom woke up in bed and could instantly smell something cooking. His stomach rumbled and his cock twitched with the hardness of his morning wood. He wished he had someone lying next to him to suck him off and with which he could unload his cum into. He quickly shrugged it off and rolled out of bed. He threw on a pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt and made his way to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he headed in the direction of the wonderful smell. When he entered the kitchen, Leslie was standing at the stove, back to him in her night shirt and undies from the previous night. Her toned thighs looked delicious to Tom and he longed to just go up behind her and smother her in kisses. "Good morning little on." he greeted her. "How did you sleep?" "Wonderful," Leslie replied smiling, "I feel much better." Uncle Tom watched as Leslie brushed a piece of her matted hair out of her face with a smile. "So I thought today that I'd take you around Vegas, do a little sight seeing so to speak." Uncle Tom said and saw Leslie's face light up as she turned towards him. "Oh I'd love that!" Leslie smiled at her uncle. He was standing in the doorway, his short hair flattened from sleep. "I made french toast." Leslie offered wondering why he was looking at her like he was. "Yes I know. The smell woke me up." he replied taking a seat at the table. Leslie fixed him a plate and poured him a cup of coffee before she sat herself to eat. After breakfast, they both showered and then headed out for the day. They drove by various casinos and hotels, stopped for lunch and enjoyed all the sights and sounds of the city. Both Leslie and Uncle Tom were surprised at how much they enjoyed eachother and at one point during the day, Leslie had grabbed Uncle Tom's hand to direct him to one of the stores on the strip. They had ended up holding hands for the rest of the walk. Uncle Tom wasa totally happy with it and hoped that some of the people they passed thought that his niece was in fact his young sexy girlfriend. He'd love to have someone like her for real to show off. He decided then and there that he was going to take Leslie out to dinner tonight and in fact show her off at the restaurant. He told her so and saw her face fall. "What's wrong honey?" Uncle Tom asked as they drove home. "Your face just went from happy to sad, is something wrong?" "Well," Leslie began, "I didn't even think about going out Uncle Tom. To tell you the truth, I don't even have any dress clothes to wear out to eat!" Leslie smiled sheepishly. "But I can go out and get one if you want?" she added. Uncle Tom looked over at Leslie. "Well that is a minor problem..." he replied. "I know a wonderful place where we can find a nice outfit or two for you." He made a left and drove to a little boutique he'd gone to with a previous girlfriend. She hadn't bought anything, but Tom had loved the outfits and knew his niece would look fabulous in the dresses they had there. As they entered, Uncle Tom guided Leslie over to some beautiful black silk dresses, one his particular catching his eye. "Sweetheart, do you like this one?" he asked. Leslie studied the garment and decided she loved it. "Yes it's beautiful Uncle Tom, but doesn't it cost too much? I mean there are some beautiful dresses over there on clearance." she added. Tom smiled, "No darling, only the best for you, what size are you?" "Size three petite." "Good Lord!" Uncle Tom smiled, "I knew you were small but not that small!" Leslie blushed, and felt herself damp a little and wondered what could have caused that sensation. Maybe it was her overly active mind thinking about all the boys looking at her in that sexy black dress. Her uncle sure was admiring her as she modeled it for him in the store. Uncle Tom could feel himself reacting as he watched how stunning Leslie looked in black. her defined collarbone and back just added that spicy kick to his loins as she twirled. "Do you like it?" Leslie asked him. "Very much so, absolutely stunning honey. All the young boys will be looking at you tonight and more than a few men as well." he added. Leslie blushed. "So is this the dress?" she asked. "Absolutely," Uncle Tom replied. He couldn't wait to take her out tonight. Uncle Tom and Leslie got home at about four from their wonderful day together. Uncle Tom made reservations at a fine restaurant near Caesar's Palace. He quickly took a shower, shaved, and got dressed. He decided to wear a nice suit to the restaurant and wanted to look good for Leslie as she was going to look delectable to him. When he finally made his way downstairs, he was stunned when he saw Leslie sitting there in the livingroom ready and waiting. She wore the black backless dress they'd bought, but she wore a single string of pearls along her neckline and diamonds in her ears. The black ankle strap heels they'd bought to match made her almost eye level with her uncle but not quite. She looked absolutely stunning to Tom and he felt himself dying to kiss her. Leslie could say the same thing about her uncle. He wore dark black dress pants and shoes with a dark navy dress shirt, tie and the black blazer that covered it. He looked so damn handsome she almost forgot he was he uncle. She felt like she was going on a date. "God sweetheart you look wonderful!" Uncle Tom exclaimed. "Thank you," Leslie blushed. "You do too." Uncle Tom offered her his hand. "Shall we go?" Leslie put her small hand in his as he glided her out the door to his car. The ride there was difficult for both of them. Both were anxious, hungry, and to their surprise turned on by eachother. Leslie felt this totally awkward electric sensation throughout her body and she didn't know quite what to make of it. She felt damp in her pussy and she realized that Uncle Tom had been part of the reason, if not the whole reason. Uncle Tom himself had a hard time concentrating on the road. He snuck glances at Leslie's legs and calves. The black silk of the dress fit her beautifully and she looked like a model. He wanted to tell her so but he refrained. She knew how gorgeous she was, didn't she? Once they got to the restaurant, they were seated. Leslie giggled when the waiter asked if the 'wife' would prefer a booth or a table. Uncle Tom answered for her, "a booth please, the wife and I would like something private." Uncle Tom jokingly nudged his niece smiling at her. She giggled again and they were seated. They both had alfredo; Leslie had chicken and Tom had shrimp. Both were delicious and as they ate, they caught up more on eachother. Uncle Tom talked about his travels some more and where he liked best. He appreciated Leslie's intelligence as she genuinely looked interested. They hadn't realized they kept eachother for nearly three hours in the restaurant. It was almost nine when they finally decided to head home. They had had a lovely evening and Leslie had ordered tiramisu for dessert. Uncle Tom watched his niece as she gently tasted the soft dessert, studying her tongue and the way her lips moved when eating. He found it utterly impossible not to with lips like hers. He had even briefly wondered what those lips would feel like wrapped around him. He had pushed it to the side and smiled politely when she caught him watching. When they got back into the car, Uncle Tom was half hard and Leslie was in total bliss after the wonderful dinner and dessert she had had with her uncle. Uncle Tom Ch. 03 Leslie could tell Uncle Tom was uncomfortable on the way home, but she couldn't figure out why. She kept glancing at him only to find him staring straight ahead at the road. It was bugging her and she couldn't let it go unquestioned. "You okay Uncle Tom?" she asked worried. "Huh? Oh yes darling, I'm fine." he replied. In fact he wasn't fine. He was horny, he had a beautiful girl in his car, who granted was his niece, but he couldn't deny what he was feeling. His thoughts were revolving around her and he wanted to fuck her. God his sister would kill him. "Did you not have a good time at the restaurant? You seemed to be a little preoccupied." Leslie had observed Uncle Tom staring at her and out into space as if he had been thinking about something very important. "No sweetheart, I had a fantastic time. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed myself that much." Tom replied. He touched her bare shoulder briefly with his right hand and holding the steering wheel with his left. Leslie's hand touched his as if letting him know she knew it was there. Just that brief touch sent jolts through both Tom and Leslie. Uncle Tom gently rubbed her neck and Leslie allowed him to. "Is your neck sore honey?" Uncle Tom questioned feeling the softness of her skin. He could feel himself getting hotter by the minute and his mind cried for him to pull his hand away, or at least pull over. "Mmmhmm." Leslie mumbled closing her eyes. "I really had such a great day today Uncle Tom. Thank you so much for everything." she added. Uncle Tom continued to rub her neck with his large hand and received another moan from Leslie. "Mmm that feels good." Leslie stated. Uncle Tom was now hard as could be and her voice moaning made him think of other ways to make her do the same. "You like that baby?" he asked her. "Yes right there...ahh...that's where the cramp is, right there." Leslie insisted. Uncle Tom wanted to make her say those things,but in another scenario. He was having a hard time staying on the road, even staying the speed limit for that matter. He decided then that he was going to pull over onto the side of the road. There was a small clearing a mile up the road that he was going to pull onto. he had to kiss her, even just once, just to fuel his curiosity and arousal. Leslie could feel herself wet. She was aroused and she knew it. But wasn't it wrong for a niece to be aroused by her uncle? Was she going to hell because of it? She didn't know, but she knew the feeling of his hand made her pussy hole instantly spasm. She wanted more of his touch and briefly wondered about what it would be like to make love to him. She couldn't believe she was thinking about it, but here she was and that's how she felt. She couldn't help it. She was startled when she felt Uncle Tom's hand stop rubbing and rest against the back of her neck. When she opened her eyes, she saw they were pulling over. But why? "Uncle Tom, why are we stopping here?" she questioned. Uncle Tom looked straight ahead for a moment and then turned to look at his only niece. "Sweetheart, you are so absolutely incredible." He said to her smiling softly. "I love you with all my heart. You are my only niece and recently I've realized just how important you are to me." He tightened his grip on her neck to emphasize his point. "I haven't been there for you like I should, so I thought it would be nice to see you. And when I saw you get off that plane, I almost didn't believe it was you. You've grown so much. Into a beautiful young lady." Leslie turned towards him, moving her dress with her. The lower part of her thigh became exposed and Uncle Tom couldn't help but notice. He took a deep breath. "Darling, I have to be honest with you. If we're going to get through there two weeks together." Leslie looked deep into her uncle's eyes, "What is it Uncle Tom?" "Uncles aren't supposed to have there types of feelings for their nieces..." He let the sentence drift off so she could get the hint and she did. But she didn't have the kind of reaction she thought she'd have. She was anticipating his next words with excitement. "I'm very attracted to you little one. So much so that I've found it hard to concentrate sometimes around you. I don't want to scare you. I want you to enjoy yourself while you're here. I can control myself, but I want you to know. If I seem standoffish or if I make a flirty comment to you and you aren't sure why,now you know." Uncle Tom stared at Leslie, waiting for some reaction. Leslie simply smiled and it melted Tom's nervousness away. "I'm flattered Uncle Tom that you find me attractive. I never thought an older man would like me like that, even if it is you." she said. Uncle Tom touched her shoulder, "Darling, do you know how many men were staring at you in the restaurant? I almost felt like getting up and knocking a few of them out!" he laughed and Leslie laughed with him. Leslie held her uncle's hand in hers. "I really think that's awesome you know, you liking me. I mean..." Leslie blushed, "I really like you too." Uncle Tom raised an eyebrow, "You do? Well how do you like me? As an uncle or something else?" He hoped it was the latter of the two. "Well..." Leslie's eyebrows furrowed together in thought. "I guess I like you as both. I mean...I think you're really handsome and I love you as an uncle too. Does that make sense?" she asked. Tom smiled at his niece. "Yes it does sweetheart. But there's something I've been wanting to do all ngiht and I hope you'll let me do it." He leaned forward slightly towards her and unbuckled his seatbelt. "What is it?" Leslie questioned in nervousness. "Would you let me kiss you sweetheart? Just a gentle soft kiss. I don't want to scare you, I'm just so damn curious." he added waiting. Leslie looked at him then at the floor, "I guess so." she answered. "God I was hoping you'd say that!" he smiled at her and saw a hint of a smile mixed with her nervousness. "Don't be nervous honey, I would never hurt you." Leslie wanted him to kiss her, she just wasn't sure she was going to satisfy this thing he called curiosity. She'd only kissed two guys from school and that was the extent of her knowledge. She felt the seat move as her uncle's face came closer. "Look towards me honey so I can see you." he said. His left hand touched her cheek and guided her face to meet his. "I'm going to kiss you now honey. Don't be afraid to pull away if you're uncomfortable." Uncle Tom gently wet his lips and looked at her lips slightly parted. As he bent his head to taste her lips, he instantly felt himself shake. Her soft warm lips tasted delicious, an aftertaste of coffee and cake from dessert. God he couldn't help but moan into her mouth. He heard her gasp at this and he mouth parted. She surprisingly hadn't pulled away yet, and Uncle Tom made his next move. He had to taste her tongue with his and show her how a real man kisses a beautiful woman. He tentatively ran his tongue along her lips, gently and seductively. When she whimpered lightly, he couldn't help himself and easily drifted his tongue into her mouth to taste her. He felt her young body tighten against his chest and he caressed her right cheek to calm her. As they slowly frech kissed, Uncle Tom couldn't help but be hard. She was so delicious and supple that he had to have more of her-he couldn't help himself. He pulled away from her, withdrawing his tongue and catching his breath. Leslie whimpered when he withdrew; a good sign and incredible turn on for Uncle Tom. "Why did you pull away?" Leslie asked breathing heavily. "I've never kissed someone like that before." Uncle Tom smiled, openly adjusting himself in his dress pants. "Darling I had to stop, before we went too far..." he explained. Leslie covered her face, feeling how hot she was and sighed. "Did you enjoy the kiss?" Uncle Tom questioned her. "Yes definately, it was soo..soo...awesome." she replied. She didn't know how to describe the feelings within her. She was on fire as was Uncle Tom and she wanted more. She didn't know what else to do, but kiss him again. Uncle Tom Ch. 04 Uncle Tom had moved to his side of the vehicle. When he had openly adjusted himself, Leslie had seen it and had been curious to know about it. "Are you aroused Uncle Tom?" she questioned him, not making eye contact with him. He didn't bother looking at her for chance of her seeing his embarrassment and more than a little worried he might want to kiss her again. "Yes sweetheart I am." He replied flatly. "Is it because of the kiss we had?" Leslie questioned. She absently played with the door handle as she waited for her uncle's response. "Yes it is honey. I'm sorry. Men can't help it sometimes." Uncle Tom replied. His erection had only somewhat receded, but it was still very much there and more than a little obvious. Leslie stayed quiet for a moment while Uncle Tom stared out the window. After a moment of silence between them, Tom grabbed the keys and started the car back up. "Let's say we head home." Uncle Tom commented as he pulled back onto the road. He desperately wanted to take things further with Leslie. If he'd had his way, they'd be naked and fucking by now. He wondered how Leslie was. She seemed awfully quiet. "Tell me what you're thinking sweetie. I hope that I didn't upset you back there." He said looking her way. Leslie looked over at him and their eyes met, his smoldering dark gaze and her light brown stare. She smiled shyly. "You didn't upset me Uncle Tom. It's just; I've never done anything like that before. I mean…" she blushed furiously. She wanted to tell him, she was still a virgin but she was afraid he'd be horrified or worse yet, think she was immature. "What is it baby, you can tell me anything, you know that." He almost whispered. "It's just that, well… I've never been that far with anyone before." She left it at that, leaving Uncle Tom contemplating her words. When he finally realized what she was saying, it hit him like a ton of bricks. She was a virgin? At eighteen? He instantly became erect thinking about her young tight twat waiting to be deflowered. Leslie could sense something was up. Her uncle had this look of surprise on his face, like he'd seen something unbelievable. "Leslie are you telling me you've never been with a boy?" Uncle Tom asked. Leslie was surprised that her uncle would ask such a thing. She thought she had made herself perfectly clear without having to embarrass herself yet again repeating it. "Yes….Uncle Tom." Leslie said looking over at him to find him staring at her. He smiled at her. "God darling, that is such an admirable quality." He replied to her reassuring her that he was indeed pleased. Leslie put her face in her hands, feeling the heat emanating from embarrassment. "It's so embarrassing Uncle Tom, I mean…I've been tempted, by you even, but I don't know what to do or say." Uncle Tom almost swerved right off the road. They were minutes from the house and Uncle Tom wanted to get them both out of the car and into his bedroom soon. He made no comment to his niece right away. Instead he sat silent as they pulled into the driveway. He got out after turning off the car engine and went around to her side to let her out. She looked so sexy stepping out of his car in the black dress. Her lipstick was slightly dulled in color from the kiss they had shared and her eyes were wide and glazed. She looked so absolutely desirable at that moment that Uncle Tom took her hand and kissed the top of it. "Let's go inside sweetie." He said as he led them into the house. He knew what he wanted to do with his niece but he could sense she was still somewhat afraid of the entire situation. "Why don't you sit down honey and relax. I'll get us some drinks." Tom suggested. Leslie sat down on the leather couch, resting her thin legs together and leaning her head back. She couldn't believe how tonight had progressed. Never in a million years would she have thought her uncle, who she hadn't seen in ten years, was attracted to her. And they had kissed! Nobody does that with their uncle do they? She couldn't be sure and she felt pangs of guilt and self doubt even though she was curious about her handsome uncle. When Uncle Tom returned from the kitchen with two glasses of wine, Leslie was surprised. He was going to let her drink? "This will help to calm you down. I know your little mind is going a million miles a second." Uncle Tom said. He took a sip and placed his glass on the coffee table. He sat down next to her, watching as she slowly sipped the drink then placed it on the coffee table beside his. She wouldn't look at him. He was trying to get her to, staring at the side of her delicate face, studying its features, but she wouldn't look up. Uncle Tom grabbed at her hands, holding them in his. "Darling look at me." He ordered. Leslie looked up into her uncle's eyes. He showed nothing but a sweet smile to her. "I apologize if I upset you honey. That wasn't my intention at all." Leslie shyly smiled back at him, "Don't apologize Uncle Tom, I'm fine. I'm just a bit confused a little." Uncle Tom held her one hand, letting his fingers entwine with hers. "How so?" he questioned her. "Well I guess I just enjoyed what we did in the car…" she paused and Uncle Tom was quick to progress things. "And?" he asked. "Well I know that we aren't supposed to do those things, but…" Uncle Tom winked at her and smiled as she looked up at him. "But I didn't want it to stop. Is that wrong of me?" she looked concerned. Uncle Tom knew what he had to do, "Darling, if you wanted it to continue, I would have been more than happy to continue it. I wanted it too." He assured her. "And even though you're my niece, if it makes you feel good, there's nothing wrong with that." He let her think about that for awhile. He was so curious to know what she was thinking, unfortunately for him, he couldn't read her mind that she was thinking, ‘When is he going to kiss me again?" If Tom hadn't known better, he could've sworn Leslie scooted closer to him on the couch. He desperately wanted to kiss her again and she looked like she wanted it too. Tom stood up from the couch then, "I'm going to the bathroom. Are you going to bed?" he asked her watching as her thin frame slouched on the couch. Her feet were slightly bent to the side and her hands were resting in her lap. She looked so adorable. Without looking up at him, Leslie replied, "No I'm going to stay here for a few minutes and let my food settle." "Okay." Uncle Tom replied, heading towards the bathroom. He took a quick piss, flushed, and then adjusted his semi hard dick in his boxers before stepping out. He got back to the living room to find it empty. Maybe Leslie had decided to go to bed after all? In fact Leslie had not decided to go to bed. With her nerves the way they were, she went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Her mouth felt extremely dry and she knew her cheeks were slightly reddened from her aroused state. She could feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks and in between her legs too. Uncle Tom decided to head to the kitchen himself before heading upstairs. He was disappointed that the night had ended on such a sour note. He had hoped for so much more to happen tonight, but he wasn't sure his niece was nearly as ready as he was. To be honest, if he had his way, he'd go up to her room, throw her onto her back, spread her legs real wide, and fuck her till she squealed. Of course he really wasn't the type to do that, but it was nice to dream every now and then. Especially when the young thing in your dreams is actually going to be around you for two weeks. When Uncle Tom had stepped into the kitchen, he was treated to a wonderful sight. A black encased bottom winking at him from the refrigerator. Goodness did his niece have a great ass. Leslie hadn't noticed him walk into the kitchen till he cleared his throat from behind her. Leslie bolted upright turning around to find Uncle Tom not even two feet away, resting his arm on the counter island. Uncle Tom saw the look of embarrassment on her face and gave her a reassuring smile. "Thirsty?" he questioned her. Leslie nodded sheepishly, taking a bottle of water in her hand and setting it on the counter beside Uncle Tom. "Did you want a drink?" she asked him politely, watching his eyes gleam in admiration. He wasn't looking at her face, he was looking somewhere else. She followed his eye line downwards till she found he was looking at her chest. Her nipples had obviously been hardened this entire time and they now stood proudly from her chest without her even acknowledging it. Leslie instantly blushed and raised her head upwards to find Uncle Tom staring at her. "No thank you, I'm not thirsty." he answered. "Okay." Leslie replied, crossing her arms over her chest to cover the hardened peaks of her nipples. They walked back into the living room. Leslie stayed on the couch, while Uncle Tom grabbed at the remote and turned on the television. There was a new blockbuster movie playing on the television, but both Tom and Leslie weren't entirely interested in it. Leslie kept glancing at her handsome uncle, studying his profile as he pretended to be interested in the movie. She wondered why he was sitting in the overstuffed chair in the corner and not with her. Uncle Tom glanced over at her, seeing that she looked mildly uncomfortable. "Everything okay sweetie?" he asked her. Leslie glanced over at him, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. She nodded. "I was just wondering why you were sitting way over there when the couch is closer to the television." she announced to her uncle. It was Tom's turn to furrow his eyebrows, "I just thought you would want some space honey. If you want me to sit with you, I will." he replied. He didn't wait for her to respond before standing from the large chair and walking over to her. He plopped down next to her right side and crossed his right leg over his left casually. He snaked his arm over the back of the couch, not touching Leslie, but just enough to let her know it was there. Leslie's heart started beating faster. She uncrossed her thin legs, bringing them up underneath her. The black dress from dinner slid upwards on her legs, giving her uncle an enticing peak at her shapely thighs. Uncle Tom almost moaned at the sight. It was so little yet so much for him, seeing this intimate part of his niece. She was teasing him and didn't even realize it. Uncle Tom couldn't help but look at her unknowing display. Leslie sat painstakingly close to her uncle, almost to the point where she could feel his breath. His cologne wafted in her direction and she gently breathed it in, feeling herself shiver lightly. Uncle Tom noticed this mild reaction, "Are you cold honey?" he asked her concerned. Leslie grinned inside when she felt her uncle's hand cup around her shoulder. His fingers spread slightly and traced along the round edge of it. "Mmm" Leslie replied leaning in towards him. Uncle Tom loved how innocent she seemed. Little did he know that his young niece was now playing his game, and he was falling right into it. Uncle Tom leaned over and slid himself along the seat of the couch until the outside of his pant covered leg touched her thigh. He moved his arm increasingly over her, letting her feel his arm against her neck and shoulder blades. Leslie was red-faced. She knew it and could feel the heat blossoming on her cheeks. Uncle Tom seemed surprisingly calm, little did Leslie know his heart was beating like crazy and his cock had started hardening. When Leslie laid her head on his shoulder, Uncle Tom felt a small moan escape his lips before he had a chance to stop it. Leslie looked up at him, her nose almost touching his, he looked down and smiled. "What was that Uncle Tom?" she questioned innocently. "Nothing sweetie, this just feels good. Sitting here with you and cuddling." he replied kissing her forehead lightly and brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "I like it too." Leslie replied resting her head back down on his chest and closing her eyes. She rested one hand by her side while the other lightly touched her uncle's thigh. Uncle Tom had never removed his hand from her head; rather her lightly stroked her hair and savored the feel of this beautiful girl resting against him. They proceeded to watch the end of the movie for another half hour. As the credits were rolling, he felt Leslie shift. Her head lightly moved downwards. Uncle Tom noticed that her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly parted. Was she asleep? He guided her head to his thigh. Leslie rotated her thin frame so that she had shifted onto her back, the curve of her neck resting against Tom's broad thigh. Uncle Tom wasn't sure what to do so he studied her young body as she slept. Watching her small breasts shift upwards and downwards with her breathing, the tight fit of her black dress molded and accentuated the curves of her hips and thighs. He was pleased too that her dress had managed to creep up on her legs, exposing a few inches of toned muscle to his gaze. Thankfully Leslie's head wasn't resting directly in his lap or else she definitely would feel the hardness of his dick poking at her insistently. He moved his right hand up to her face. Brushing the thick lock of hair away from her eyes so that he could see her face fully. His left hand rested on the back of the couch. His attention was broken when her little hand moved upwards to her belly and scratched sleepily. He watched as the hand curled in annoyance and rubbed at the blackness of her dress, then having accomplished the itching, slid away to her side. He wondered how her tummy felt to rest his head on, what her little belly button looked like, if she had that fine trail of soft little hairs from her belly button to her pussy. He cautiously moved his hand down to her belly, sliding it seductively over the thin black material of her dress. God her tummy felt so warm to his touch as he lightly felt over the indentation of her tiny belly button and watched her face as he began rubbing his large hand in circles over her stomach. He continued to caress her head and hair with his other hand, savoring the feel of the soft follicles running between his fingers. He felt Leslie shift beneath him once more, a light moan coming from her throat. He paused, watching her eyes and anticipating them opening, but they never did. He continued to move his hand lightly tracing further upwards and massaging and rubbing the space between her breasts. God she felt exquisite. He could just imagine how she felt naked under his hand. He watched as the palm of his hand ran along the smoothness of her soft belly and he was getting so hot doing it. He watched her breathing going in and out. Was it him or had her breathing quickened? He wasn't sure exactly, but he knew his had. Leslie had dozed off momentarily in the middle of the movie on television, but the minute her uncle's hand had touched her, she woke up. And now here she was, her uncle touching her body in ways she'd never known, and she was loving it. She decided to let him do whatever he wanted, but she thought she might be a little more obvious about her intentions. Lying on her back, Leslie moaned lightly once more, arching her back as her uncle's hand pushed against her chest, and then she spread her legs slightly. The material of her dress pooling between her legs and exposing her lower thighs and calves. Uncle Tom noticeably gasped at this surprising action. Letting his hand roam down from between her breasts to her belly once more. Leslie let her legs open an inch more and Uncle Tom didn't seem to notice as he stared at her open legs. As if not of his own will, his hand trailed ever so slowly to her pelvis. He could feel the band of her underwear there and ran his fingertips over the elastic band as if contemplating his next move. He couldn't believe Leslie was sleeping through this, to be honest, he wasn't even sure she was and he didn't care. His cock was almost hurting he was so hot. He let his hand trail between her legs, wanting desperately to touch her young snatch. When he felt through the dress and her underwear the groove of her pussy, Leslie moaned out loud at the touch. Uncle Tom jumped but didn't move his hand, even when Leslie's eyes opened and looked up at him. He looked down at her, watching as her eyes flickered open and her mouth formed a shy smile. "Spread your legs wider sweetie." he asked her. Leslie did without question as Uncle Tom grabbed at the pooled material of her dress. He pushed it to the side exposing her white pantied crotch. Instantly his hand cupped her mound there and he watched as Leslie's hips lightly spasmed as if wanting more. He wanted to go slow with her, plus he was loving this, watching her face and her actions. Leslie had never felt this before. Her uncle was touching her, but she was feeling so good she didn't care. She couldn't say no to him. As she spread her legs wider at her uncle's request, her mind reeled as his hand cupped her mound. Uncle Tom could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy against his palm. He let Leslie's head rest against his thigh and rubbed her head as his other hand rubbed up and down along her pantied pussy. Leslie moaned again. "Oh..... Uncle Tom." she whispered almost inaudibly. "Mmm hmmm." Uncle Tom replied watching as his hand ran up and down between her legs. He moved it back up towards the band of her panties and ran his fingertips along the waistband. "Such pretty panties." Uncle Tom whispered to his niece as his fingertips slid underneath the waistband making direct contact with Leslie's soft hot skin. Instantly Uncle Tom could feel her wetness just at the top of her pussy. She was absolutely soaked and Uncle Tom dove his fingers lightly through her slit. "Oooooo Uncle Tom..... Oh... my...God.." Leslie said arching her back as her uncle's fingertips danced through her wetness, brushing her clit in the process. Uncle Tom moved his right hand from her hair, down her neck to her chest. Her covered breasts were heaving with her breathing as he lightly fingered her pussy. Running his hands first over them, and then rubbing two fingers gently around her hard nipples. Leslie was on fire as was Uncle Tom. "Why don't we take your dress off honey?" Uncle Tom suggested. He watched as the concern flashed through Leslie's eyes as she glanced at him. "I promise we will only go as far as you want. But I'd really like to see you without this beautiful dress on." Uncle Tom added. Leslie sat upright, as Uncle Tom's fingers left both her chest and her pussy. She caught a glimpse of his wet fingers as he rested his arm on the back of the couch and he made no move to dry his hand. Leslie shyly removed each strap from her shoulders while Uncle Tom watched. He gazed seductively at her and smiled as she pulled the zipper on the side exposing more and more of her upper body to him. As her breasts became exposed, she immediately wanted to hide them from his gaze. Being incredibly self conscious about her breasts, she went to put her hands in front of them, but Uncle Tom stopped her, grabbing one of her hands and kissing the palm before asking her to stand and continue. As Leslie stood, Uncle Tom did too and helped her out of the dress. He set it over the back of the chair he had been sitting in at the beginning of the evening. Leslie sat on the couch with her legs together, cast in nothing but her white undies while Uncle Tom was completely dressed still. "Are you getting undressed too?" she asked him as he turned standing in front of her. "Do you want me to? It might be a better idea if I keep my clothes on- less chance of something else happening or us going too far." he explained. Uncle Tom Ch. 04 Leslie thought about this... "Well, " she said, "Can you at least take your shirt off? It would make me feel better." Leslie said. Uncle Tom smiled. "Of course I can sweetie." he said as his hands grabbed at his blazer and he slid it off. Then he worked his tie out of its knot and laid it along with her dress. "Actually, why don't you come here and help me take my shirt off." Uncle Tom suggested. Leslie smiled and stood grabbing at the edges of his shirt while her uncle unbuttoned it. Together they discarded the garment and Leslie looked at her uncle's chest. The brownish grey hairs on his chest, his hardened brown nipples and his abdomen. As she looked at his chest, she felt Uncle Tom's hands come up to her breasts. He cupped each one easily in his hands and lightly squeezed them. It felt good. "Touch me honey. I won't bite." he said. Leslie let her hands rest on his shoulders then she moved them slowly through his chest hair, across his nipples and down his abdomen, repeating this process two or three times. She loved how hot his skin felt against her hands, and she really liked how he was touching her breasts. When he bent forward and kissed her breast bone then her nipples, Leslie's knees almost buckled. Uncle Tom let his tongue lick her nipples briefly before he suckled the entire tip into his mouth. Leslie touched his head and ran her fingers through his hair as he lavished her young breasts with his mouth and tongue. When he bent back up, Leslie's face was flushed and Uncle Tom had to guide her back to the couch. He let her sit while he stood. He watched as Leslie tried to compose herself then he took a knee in front of her. Uncle Tom rested both of his hands on her soft thighs and quietly smiled to her. "Scoot to the edge of the couch honey." he asked her. Leslie scooted her bottom so that she was on the edge of the sofa. "Now lay back honey, I'm going to take your undies off." Uncle Tom said as he looked at his concerned niece. Leslie slouched back slightly against the back of the couch as her uncle's hands grabbed at the waistband of her panties and tugged. Leslie lifted her ass off the couch as Uncle Tom slid them completely off of her. Leslie kept her legs closed but she could now feel her wetness as it dripped onto the leather as well as spreading along her thighs. Uncle Tom rubbed her thighs with the palms of his hands, then grabbed at each thigh and spread her legs before him. Leslie wanted to protest, but she wasn't sure what to say or do, so she sat there, nervous as her virgin pussy opened to her uncle's gaze. When she saw the smile on her uncle's face, she smiled too. "God Leslie honey you have a beautiful little pussy." he said looking at her exposed pussy then at her face. Leslie watched, silently, as her uncle bent forward. Her eyes got wide as she saw her uncle's tongue slip from between his lips and lick the tight little strip of her slit. He closed his eyes as he tasted his niece's very wet pussy. She tasted divine and he went in again, this time letting his lips kiss her opening as his tongue ran lightly along her slit again, barely touching her clit. Leslie went wild as her body quivered against his hands and tongue. Uncle Tom felt it and continued to taste her, moving his tongue upwards to her hard little clit. Gently he kissed it, and Leslie almost squealed in delight. Then as his tongue ran lovingly over it, he looked up at her to find her brown eyes watching. Slowly and ever so gently Uncle Tom licked at her little button, being rewarded with Leslie tightening her stomach and thighs. "Mmmmm..." Leslie squealed in a high pitched tone as Uncle Tom let his thumbs rub at the sides of her opening. He let one finger from his left hand tickle her pussy before resting in the groove of her opening. He continued to lick at her clit, alternating between kissing it, holding between his lips, and licking it very slowly. When he nudged his pointer into her opening, Leslie squeaked in surprise. As her tightness surrounded Uncle Tom's one finger, he couldn't help but moan against her clit in delight. This set Leslie off as she felt this strange delightful sensation. She was going to cum and she welcomed it. As she began panting and whimpering and quivering against her uncle's face, Uncle Tom lightly pumped his finger inside her while applying a sucking pressure to her clit. By automatic response, Leslie grabbed at her uncle's head, pulling it towards her and lightly spasming against him. Uncle Tom quickly tried to capture as much of her cum as he could, lapping furiously with his tongue and sucking and kissing with his lips. Uncle Tom was leaking precum everywhere. He could feel the wet spot against his boxers as his niece came against him then calmed. Uncle Tom opened his eyes as did Leslie and their eyes met. Leslie was flushed along her cheeks and breastbone. Uncle Tom gave one last kiss to her pussy before sitting upright. "Wow." was all he thought to say as Leslie covered her face and gave a shy giggle. "Wow Uncle Tom that was amazing." she said. "Yes it was, entirely on your part as well I must say." Uncle Tom said smiling. His face was wet with her cum and he rubbed his hand over his lips and cheeks. He decided that that was the most incredible turn on he'd experienced thus far in his life. Leslie shyly giggled as Uncle Tom sat down with a plop next to her. He wrapped his arm around her. Leslie looked up at her uncle as he smiled at her. She could still see the gleam of her juices on his face. But she didn't care and lightly moved towards him, kissing him directly on his cum covered lips. Uncle Tom was taken aback briefly but quickly held his niece and joined in passionately kissing her. This time she didn't hesitate when her uncle's tongue drove into her small mouth, instead she welcomed it. Uncle Tom moaned into his niece's mouth as he tasted her. He wanted more of her desperately. Her grabbed at her naked hips and rotated her onto his lap. Leslie was a little nervous by this action but quickly straddled his panted crotch and continued letting her uncle kiss her. Uncle Tom grabbed at her hips, holding her gently against him as he kissed her lips alternating between her upper and lower lips. For an amateur, she sure could drive him wild with her kisses. She suckled his lower lip, and then wiggled her hot tongue into his mouth to let him suckle it. His erection was killing him. Uncle Tom Ch. 05 Leslie felt it against her naked crotch, but she wasn't sure what to do about it. Uncle Tom gave a groan as Leslie shifted above him, rubbing against his obvious erection. Leslie stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes. Uncle Tom looked at her, smiling with shyness and desire brewing in his eyes. Leslie held her hands on her uncle's shoulders. "Uncle Tom, should I do something about your thingy?" Uncle Tom immediately grinned at his niece's use of the word. "My thingy?" he asked rhetorically giving another laugh. Leslie blushed, "You know what I mean, your dick." Uncle Tom and Leslie both looked between them at the outline of his erection pressed against Leslie's pelvis. "Only if you want to honey." Uncle Tom said passively. Leslie gave a look of contemplation. Uncle grabbed at her neck and pulled her towards him again, capturing her lips with his. Instantly he drove his tongue into her mouth and swirled it with hers. He couldn't get enough of the way she tasted and the way her body molded to his. He didn't want her to think about going down on him either; he wanted her to just do it. Leslie pulled away from him after a minute, breathing heavily. Her hard nipples poked at Uncle Tom's bare chest. Leslie shifted her weight off of her uncle and gently slipped to the carpeted floor between his legs. Uncle Tom scooted himself slightly to the edge and sat upright to look at Leslie. What a dream he thought as he saw Leslie staring at his pant covered crotch. Then she looked up at him, biting her lip as if unsure of what to say. "Do you want me to show it to you?" Uncle Tom asked her, looking into her eyes. Leslie nodded shyly, placing her hands in her lap. Uncle Tom grabbed at his belt buckle and undid it, turning his attention to the task at hand. Following his belt came his zipper and the top button of his pants. Leslie reached her hands out as Uncle Tom stood to pull his pants down his legs. Leslie looked up, watching as the dark fabric slid down his legs towards her and pooled around his ankles. She watched as Uncle Tom's legs became exposed and his dark boxers did nothing to hide the aching bulge of Uncle Tom's arousal. Leslie gave a small gasp as Uncle Tom grabbed at his waistband of his boxers and looking down at his niece, pulled them down his legs. His crotch increasingly became exposed until Leslie saw the hard tip of her uncle's dick come into view. Uncle Tom continued until the garment joined his pants. Then he sat back on the couch as Leslie kneeled between his legs staring as Uncle Tom's cock jutted from his crotch straight up and slightly to the left. Uncle Tom managed to remain silent, even though he wanted to tell his sexy niece to wrap her lips around him. Entranced, Leslie moved slightly forward resting one hand on her uncle's thigh and the other one giving support to her weight. She looked shyly up at her uncle. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. Uncle Tom ran his hand through her hair and down the side of her cheek. "Why don't you touch it? That would make me feel really good." Uncle Tom said quietly. Leslie nodded, letting her hand and fingertips touch his hard hot flesh. She gave a little surprise gasp as she felt his large cock in her hand. The feeling of it amazed her… How could it be so warm and soft but be so hard? Uncle Tom closed his eyes as Leslie's hand curled around his shaft. She let her small warm hand lightly move up his length then back down. When he opened his eyes, Leslie rested her cheek on his thigh and watched, fascinated almost, as a bead of precum collected on the tip of his cock. Uncle Tom groaned again, making Leslie grin. Without her uncle having to say anything, Leslie moved forward, sticking out her pink tongue and licking the little bead of precum off his cock head. Uncle Tom moaned approvingly as Leslie then licked the head of his cock. The sensation was so intense, Uncle Tom thought he might cum just from the tiniest little lick she gave him. When Leslie grabbed at his cock and guided his tip towards her lips and began guiding it into her tight little mouth. Uncle Tom could hardly contain himself. He ran both his hands through her dark hair, holding her head gently but firmly as his cock was becoming increasingly encased in the warmth of her mouth. Leslie felt full even after the first inch made it into her mouth. But she liked the way it felt. She tried to let her tongue swirl around her uncle's dick while continuing to let her hand run gently up and down his length. "Oh… God… honey. You're making me feel so good." Uncle Tom exclaimed, closing his eyes and letting his niece explore his hard cock. Leslie moaned softly, continuing to lightly stroke and suck on her uncle's thingy. After a few more minutes, Uncle Tom could feel himself so close to cumming and he didn't want to cum in his niece's mouth if she didn't want it. "Honey, I'm close to cumming. You should pull me out of your mouth now." Uncle Tom told her. Leslie did as he said, but felt empty afterwards. She also felt this incredible desire to feel her uncle in her pussy. But she had heard it hurts the first time from friends. She looked up at her uncle. His face was flushed as well and his cock stood proudly, wet and throbbing. "Come here honey." Uncle Tom said. Leslie sat on the couch next to him and gave a glance at his cock. Uncle Tom smiled achingly. Leslie looked back at her uncle. "Uncle Tom?" "Yes honey?" Leslie couldn't believe she was saying this but she wanted to try it with her uncle. "Do you think we could try to put it in me?" she asked politely. Uncle Tom groaned at the thought of having his hardness embedded inside his niece. His hand snaked down to his cock as he gave it a squeeze and stroked its length once. "Are you sure you want that honey? It might hurt." Uncle Tom told her. Although he left out the part of his thought that mentioned how he would do about anything to be inside her. Leslie thought about it and nodded. "I want to try it with you. I want you to show me." Uncle Tom looked at Leslie, smiling then kissed her again. "I'd be more than happy to show you sweetheart." He said. Uncle Tom showed Leslie how to lay and guided her to rest on her back. He took one of the toss pillow from the couch and placed it under his niece's bottom. As Leslie spread her legs in front of him, he could already tell he wasn't going to need any lubrication. Her pussy still gleamed with the remnants of her orgasm and his cock was still slightly wet from Leslie's mouth. Uncle Tom wedged himself between Leslie's spread legs. He saw the concern on her face and bent down to tenderly kiss her. "I would never hurt you my love, remember that." He said to her pulling away. Uncle Tom grabbed at his cock, and pointed his swollen head directly at her opening. Instantly he felt her wetness envelope him as he nudged inside her. The tightness and heat of his niece's pussy almost made him cum prematurely. Leslie whimpered beneath him as his cock nudged deeper inside then met resistance. Uncle Tom looked at his niece. Leslie's eyes closed then opened to look at her uncle. "Do it." She whispered to him, letting her arms drape over his shoulders. "Please." Uncle Tom looked down at himself then up at her and pushed harder inside her, feeling her pussy deepen around him and mix with her muffled whimper as he broke through. Her tightness and wetness completely enfolded him as he felt himself bottom out inside her. Leslie wrapped her legs around her uncle's waist as he rested his head next to hers and moaned into her ear. "Oh God, honey you are so very tight." He grunted as he lightly pumped himself inside her. Leslie whimpered again, the pain still slightly there, but this new pleasuring sensation replacing it as her uncle moved himself within her. Uncle Tom let his arms support his weight as he held himself up and began pumping into her a little bit faster. The tightness of her pussy on him was enough to make him cum very very soon. Leslie looked up at her uncle as he fucked into her. "Kiss me Uncle Tom." She said as she pulled him down to her and kissed his lips. Uncle Tom could barely hold out, giving a few quick paced thrusts into her. "I'm going to cum honey; I've got to pull out. Is it okay if I cum on your belly?" he asked with ragged breath. Leslie nodded, kissing her uncle's cheek. Uncle Tom lifted up pushing himself deep and hard into Leslie four or five more times before pulling himself out. Leslie watched as did Uncle Tom as he jerked his cock off furiously all over Leslie's soft belly. Leslie moaned as she watched white sperm spurt out of Uncle Tom's cock and burn into her skin. "Oh Jesus…" Uncle Tom grunted seeing his white cum pooling onto his sexy niece's belly. Leslie smiled at this comment from her uncle. Almost immediately after, Uncle Tom rested his head on Leslie's shoulder as Leslie curled her legs around her uncle's naked body. Uncle Tom lifted his head, kissing his niece's lips. "God honey, that was amazing. You have truly given me an incredible gift." Uncle Tom said smiling. Leslie smiled as well. "I'm glad that we did this. Are you going to show me more?" Uncle Tom raised his eyebrows at her. He couldn't believe she wanted to be shown more. Should he be the one to do that? He kissed her lips again and then sat upright. "Let's clean you up honey and then head to bed okay? We'll talk about it tomorrow okay?" Leslie nodded, still lying down. Uncle Tom stood up and walked to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean his cock and Leslie sperm-covered belly. When he had cleaned her and himself, he grabbed her hand and helped her up off the couch. Leslie seemed to be totally comfortable with him staying naked, as did Uncle Tom, who appreciated the gorgeous toned form of his eighteen year old niece. "Do you want to sleep in the guest bedroom or with me? Uncle Tom asked. He would love for her to sleep with him, but he didn't want to pressure her if she didn't want to. When she nodded saying that she was sleeping with him, Uncle Tom grinned and they walked upstairs together. He slid under the covers beside her, draping his arm over her naked side and kissed the back of her neck as they spooned in bed. He felt wonderful and so did Leslie. He was going to love waking up to seeing her in the morning beside him.