15 comments/ 49594 views/ 50 favorites Abby and I By: Tyzmartar NOTE -- This story is a quick tale about how an uncle and niece fall in love. It is entirely fictional and they are both adults. There is not a huge amount of sex, but there is some. --------------- "Abby dear, I'm going to make a quick trip to the store, do you want to come?" I asked. Abby looked up from her book long enough to give me a quick shake of the head 'no'. "Well, do you want me to bring you back anything?" She looked as though she had something on the tip of her tongue, but then thought better of it. She shook her head again and went back to reading. In the two months or so that she had been living with me, I was yet to hear her speak. She had always been a quiet and shy girl when she was growing up, so much so that my sister took her out of school and taught her at home. Since her parents had died, her shyness seemed to turn into a full fledged social disorder. I took the death of my sister and brother hard, but it made something snap inside of her head. She would hide in her room whenever someone I knew stopped by, refused to talk on the phone, refused to talk at all for that matter. I honestly did not know what to do with the girl. The doctor that I had taken her to see said that it would just take time for her to come out of her shell. He said that she would probably come around as soon as she felt more comfortable in her surroundings. I could tell that Abby absolutely hated going to see the man, so I ended up only taking her a couple of times. He advised me to stay in touch, and I had been, but I was starting to wonder if it was even worth it. My mind was on my niece a lot back then, I was worried that she might not ever get out of the funk that she was in. The girl was twenty-two years old, she should have been out in the world, going to parties and chasing boys, not locked away in my extra bedroom. She had no friends and was basically afraid of her own shadow. When I was wandering around the grocery store, I noticed several displays set up for Valentine's Day. I already had enough to worry about, I didn't need a reminder that I hadn't had a girlfriend in two years. I was only thirty-five, it wasn't like I had given up on life or anything. I had gotten busy and somewhere along the line I guess that I just stopped looking. The display did give me an idea, though. I thought I would get something for Abby. Maybe I could cheer her up a little. I opted not to get her anything from the cheesy grocery store display, but I saw something that caught my eye in the window of the store across the street on my way in. It was a giant, white teddy bear with a pink heart on its chest. It cost me a small fortune, but I figured it would be worth it if it made Abby happy, if only for a little while. It was also kind of worth it to see the looks on people's faces while I was driving home. The bear was probably the same size as Abby, I had it buckled in the passenger seat. When I got back home, Abby was nowhere in sight, so I was able to smuggle the bear in without her seeing it. I set it on the couch and went to go see if she was in her room. Her door was open and I could see that she was messing with something on her computer. I gave the door a quick knock to get her attention. "Hey Abby, I got someone out here to see you," I said. It probably wasn't the right thing to say if I wanted her to come out of her room. She looked at me, terrified, and began shaking her head violently from side to side. I couldn't imagine what would possibly scare her so much, but I immediately regretted my choice of words. "Now calm down, do you trust me?" I asked. She nodded 'yes' but wouldn't look me in the eye. "You don't have to talk to him, he's not going to talk to you. Just come out with me and have a look. You can always come right back in here, OK?" Reluctantly, she stood from her computer chair and followed me into the living room. She stayed close, using me like a human shield, but would never get quite close enough to touch me. I wanted to laugh in the worst way, but that would probably only upset her. I was taking her to meet a stuffed animal, not leading her to combat. "Here he is," I said. At first, she didn't even see the bear, she was looking around for a person. When she did notice it, I could see her visibly relax and a wide smile come across her face. "I know that Valentine's Day isn't until tomorrow, but happy Valentine's Day," I said. She went over and gave the bear a big hug, then, surprisingly she came over to me and gave me one, too. I was a little stunned, it was the first time that she ever had done something like that. Even more surprisingly, I heard her whisper to me. "Thank you." She let me go and went back to the bear. "You're welcome, Abby." Abby smiled at me and carried her new toy off to her room. She almost looked like a different person when she smiled, it definitely brought the prettiness out in her face. ***** I got home from work later than I wanted to the next day and was in a foul mood. My foreman had made the whole crew stay over to get all of the paint finished in the offices we were working on. It was crucial that we got it done before the weekend for deadline reasons, so the guys and I ended up working like animals for most of the day. I had sent Abby a text earlier to let her know that I would be late. She never answered the phone, but seemed to have no problem with messaging. She told me that she would have dinner ready. One thing that the girl could do was cook, so that helped to lighten my mood. I could tell when I opened the door that something smelled good. "Abby, I'm home," I announced. She poked her head out of the kitchen and waved 'hello' at me. She was wearing an apron and looked cuter than Hell. It looked like she had done her hair and was even had on a little makeup. I wondered what the special occasion was. "Whatever you're cooking, it smells wonderful. Do I have time to take a quick shower before we eat?" I asked. She nodded that I did so I went to get cleaned up. I thought it was a shame that Abby had such a problem being around people. She really was a beautiful girl and would make some lucky guy happy. At the time, I didn't realize that it was going to be me. After I got myself into a more presentable condition, I met Abby in the kitchen. I didn't have a dining room, so we usually ate our meals there. She had quite a feast laid out for us, baked ham, sweet potatoes, vegetables, the works. There was even a pie on the counter that she must have made from scratch. It looked like Thanksgiving had come early. Abby was looking even better than the food with her hair done and in a pretty, little red dress. "What's all this for, and why are you looking so beautiful tonight?" I asked. "I mean, you always look beautiful, just more so right now," I corrected myself. Abby surprised me again by answering. "Did you forget? It's Valentine's Day," she replied, blushing. Of course I had forgotten. Even if I had remembered what day it was, I still would not have expected such a meal. I tried not to make a big deal out of her talking, I was told to act as if it was normal, but that might have been the most that I have ever heard her say up until that point. Her voice was soft and low, quite hypnotizing. Sadly, that was the only thing that she had to say during dinner. She did do a lot of smiling, which was almost as good. By the time that we were finishing our pie, I was stuffed. I assumed that Abby was as well. She had eaten almost as much as I had. "I think that was the best meal that I've ever had on Valentine's Day," I declared. "Maybe ever, I don't know." Abby smiled at me, clearly pleased with herself. She got up to begin clearing the table and I joined her. I felt guilty enough that she went to so much trouble to cook everything that I at least had to help her clean up. She tried to shoo me away, but I wouldn't have anything of it. We worked together to load the dishwasher and package up the left overs. If you added up the time that we sat eating and then cleaning up, it was probably the most time that we had spent actually doing something together. I was happy that she seemed happy and that she wasn't moping around and hiding. After the clean up, I went and flopped in my recliner in the living room to watch some TV. I didn't last long, however, the combination of the long work day and the big meal had me snoring shortly after I put my feet up. I was out for a couple of hours before I opened my eyes with a tiny hand shaking my shoulder. "Uncle Adam?" Abby whispered. "Yeah, what is it, Abby?" I asked, my vision was a little blurry from sleep, but it was nice to wake up staring into the pretty face of a young woman. "You should go sleep in your bed, you'll have a backache if you sleep out here," she warned. I had to smile at her concern, it was touching in a way. "Yes mother, I'll go sleep in my bed. You forgot to tell me to brush my teeth first," I replied, sitting up. She giggled, which was a girlish, bubbly sound. "Brush your teeth, too," she said before running off toward her room. When I laid down for good that night, I was thinking about how nice it was that Abby was starting to open up to me a little. And God, she was cute. ***** The next couple of weeks went by fairly fast and uneventfully. I did little more than work and come home, Abby was still her quiet self, but cheerful enough. She made us dinner almost every night and was speaking with me more and more. It was almost to the point where we could have a conversation. One weekend, I decided to press her a little to see just how far she had come. I found her in her room, typing on her computer. I was curious as to what it was that she was always working on, but I had decided long before that her business was her business. She looked up at me as I stood in her doorway. "Hey, Abby. It's Saturday and I need a date. What do you say we grab an early dinner someplace and do some shopping? I hate getting groceries all by myself, and you're kind of in charge of cooking these days. You could at least show me what you want me to get," I suggested. I thought it was a reasonable request, we were going through a lot more food than I ever had before on my own. Not only was there two of us eating, compared to me who cooked things out of a box, her meals used real ingredients. "I don't know," she said, looking skeptical at the thought of leaving the house. The last time that she was out was when I took her to see her doctor, and I could tell that was a painful experience for her. "I won't make you do anything, I just thought it would be nice for you get out a little. I wanted to pay you back for all of those wonderful meals that you've made for me. Besides, there must be something that you want to buy, I've never met a girl that would turn down an offer to go shopping," I teased. I knew for a fact that she had received a small fortune after my sister and her husband had died. They had left me quite a little chunk for being the executor of their estate. So far, she hadn't spent a dime. "I'm not like most girls," she said, her face dead serious. No kidding. "Alright. Do you want me to bring you back anything?" I asked, disappointed. She looked at me for a second, then her voice softened. "I'll go shopping with you, but don't make me go to a restaurant, OK?" she asked. "Hey, that's something," I said. "If that's the case, why don't we wait for a while and it will be less crowded, OK?" Abby thought that was a good idea. We puttered around the house until early evening when we set out to the grocery store. As I suspected, there were only a few people in the store at that time of day on the weekend. Still, I could tell that Abby was not very comfortable with the situation. She wasn't actually doing any shopping, just walking around glued to my back. "Don't be afraid to start throwing things into the cart, dear," I told her. I purposely asked her a bunch of questions about the stuff I was buying, forcing her to make some relatively small decisions. She answered in terse whispers, but she did answer. By the time that we got back to my car, I could tell that she had had enough. She relaxed a little when she was buckled in her seat, safe from the outside world. When we got home, I put the stuff away while Abby retreated to the confines of her room. I went to check on her when I was done to find her sitting on her bed, hugging the giant bear that I had gotten for her. "I'm proud of you, Abby. We went out and you survived. I know it wasn't easy. I won't make you do it again, I never want to make you do something you don't want to do. I just wanted to tell you that I thought that you did great, though," I said. "It's OK, it was my choice to go. I don't know why it's so scary for me. Even with you there to protect me, it was scary. Maybe I''ll go again and it won't be so bad," she replied. "Only if you want to. Can I get you anything?" I asked. "No, I'm just going to sit here with Ada...Mr. Bear for a few more minutes, then I'll be fine," she said. Did she almost call the bear Adam? Hmm. I nodded and let her be. I thought that the bear comment was odd, but I chalked it up as a simple slip of the tongue. ***** I was in the basement the next day, working on one of my r/c planes. It was a hobby of mine; I loved to build those things. I wasn't nearly as good at flying them as I was putting them together, but I tried. A couple of my buddies and I would get together every once in a while and have ourselves our own little airshow. The weather was still kind of nasty, I was looking forward to the summer so that I could get out there again. My planes were a little too delicate to brave the cold and the wet. Abby came down to see what I was up to at one point. She was back to being cheerful after the shopping trip the previous day. She smiled at the massive pile of tiny pieces that I was assembling. "I'm glad to see you smiling. You're far more pretty with a smile on your face," I told her. She blushed instantly, something that I secretly liked making her do. Not only was it easy to do, but it was awfully cute to look at. "Why are you always saying that I am pretty?" she asked. "Because you are, I can't help it, I guess," I replied. "Do you not want me to?" "No, it's nice when you say it. What are you doing?" she asked. "Oh, I'm replacing the struts in the landing gear and fixing this wing. Sadly, pilot error on landing resulted in a devastating crash last fall. Trying to get her back into shape for when the weather breaks," I explained. "Who was the pilot?" she asked, examining my other two planes that I had hanging from hooks in the rafters. "Yours truly. I'm more of an engineer than I pilot, I guess," I admitted. She laughed. "So, you built these?" "Yeah, it's pretty fun. It takes a while, but I've always had a thing for planes," I said. "I do too, I like to watch those shows on TV when they talk about the old fighters and bombers from World War II. I think it's amazing that people could actually build those things and were brave enough to go to war in them," she said. "I know what you mean. The extent of my bravery ends with a remote control. I can't imagine doing it for real. You ought to come fly them with me this summer," I offered. "Really? I mean I wouldn't want to break it after you spent all the time to put it together." I could tell that she was intrigued by the offer. "Sure. You couldn't do much worse than I do. I think you'd like it." "It does sound like fun. Is it OK if I stay and watch you for a while?" she asked. Abby did more than just watch, she and I hung out in the basement until we had the plane entirely reassembled and functioning. She seemed to have a knack for it, and it was fun working with her. I handed her the remote so that we could test that the ailerons and flaps were working correctly, showing her how the sticks worked. We were both pleased when everything checked out. I put my arm around her shoulders in a congratulatory embrace without thinking about it. "I think it's as good as new and it only took us most of the day," I joked. When I realized that my arm was around her, I quickly removed it before she became uncomfortable. I guess I needn't have worried, she was still smiling. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, then stood very close to my side with her face turning red again. "That was fun," she said, looking down at the floor. "Yes, it was," I agreed, thinking more about the quick kiss than the plane repair. It was probably wrong to enjoy such a small thing so much, but like I've been saying, she was a beautiful girl. ***** I went to bed pretty early that night, I had to get up early and head back to the old grind. My eyes had just barely closed when there was a knock on my door and Abby poked her head in. "Uncle Adam, are you awake?" she asked softly. "Yeah Abby, what's up?" I responded. "I...I just wanted to tell you goodnight," she replied. We had already told each other that earlier, so I knew that there was something else on her mind. "Goodnight, dear. Is something bothering you?" I asked. "Well, um, I..." her voice trailed off. "You can tell me anything, you know. What's on your mind?" "Do you really mean it when you say I'm pretty or are you just trying to make me feel good?" she asked. It was a valid question, I suppose, but I still found it hard to believe that she had actually asked it. It must have taken a great deal of effort on her part. "Of course I mean it, you're a beautiful woman. I want you to feel good, too. I love you," I replied. "You're a nice person. I love you, too," she said, making a hasty exit. It was difficult, to say the least, for me to fall asleep after that. I couldn't keep Abby off of my mind, as unnatural as it was. I kept wondering what her lips would taste like and what she would look like naked. I was a bad, bad man. ***** As the next few days went by, I found myself obsessing over the new object of my desires, Abby. I had a hard time concentrating at work, wanting only for the day to end so that I could go back home to my niece. She stayed in good spirits and was looking good, as well. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, though I tried to be at least somewhat discreet. I didn't know what I was hoping for, exactly. I knew that I was probably in a no win situation. There wasn't any way that I could possibly have a relationship with the girl, was there? Even if I did, it would be wrong in so many ways. I resigned myself to the fact that I would just have to make do with her company. We were watching TV one night, a documentary about the F-4 phantom, a Vietnam-era fighter/bomber. Abby went to her room to change into her pajamas. When she came back, she sat right beside me on the couch, I mean like really close right beside me. I tried to concentrate on the program lest my body would betray my mind. I wasn't sure how she would react to a massive tent in my pants, and I didn't really want to find out. Oh but she was so close, so soft, and she... "Uncle Adam?" she asked. "Yes, dear?" "You know the other day when we were in the basement and you put your arm around me?" she asked, leaning against my side ever so slightly. I remembered. I remembered how nice that felt and how delicious she looked smiling up at me with her hazel eyes and blushing cheeks. I swallowed, words hanging in my throat. "Yeah." "You can do that again, if you want," she whispered. At the risk of becoming the creepy uncle, I did. I pulled her even a little closer to me as she sighed happily and rested her head on my shoulder. "Is that OK?" I asked. "It feels really nice," she replied. I agreed silently. Abby and I We watched the end of the show, then another one. Neither one of us spoke, neither one of us moved much. It was pretty wonderful sitting there with her like that, but like all good things, it came to an end. It was getting late, and as much as I hated to, I had to go to bed. "Abby darling, I'm thinking that I'm going to have to call it a night." She turned and kissed me on the cheek before letting me up. "Goodnight, Uncle Adam. I love you, I hope you have sweet dreams," she said. "I love you, too. I have a feeling that they'll be pretty sweet," I replied. She smiled. ***** The next day at work was dragging along as usual. I had a hard time keeping Abby off my mind before, now there was just no use trying to resist thinking about her. To make matters worse, I received a message from her early in the afternoon. "I have a surprise for you when you get home," it read. "What is it?" I replied. "You have to wait :)," was all that I could get back out of her. That really set my mind to wandering. I couldn't help but fantasize that my surprise would turn out to be sexual in some way, though I knew that the odds of that were pretty slim. Still, it gave me something to daydream about. As soon as I opened the door, I was assaulted by Abby. She came running at me and threw her arms around my neck before planting a kiss on lips. I reacted by wrapping my arms around her, enjoying the warmth of her body. She broke the kiss, then stared at me, her face just inches from mine. "Was that my surprise? Because it was a pretty good one," I said. "No silly, come with me," she said taking my hand and pulling me toward the living room. "I can't imagine anything being better than that kiss I just got, but OK," I said, letting her guide me. There, on the coffee table, were two large boxes. "One is mine and one is yours," she said, beaming. "Oh wow," I said with genuine surprise. The boxes read "Delta Ray RTF". They showed a picture of a swept wing, dual-prop plane. I had never seen this particular model before, but it certainly was intriguing. "They're not as big and fancy as the ones that you have downstairs, but they're still pretty cool. These ones come all assembled, too. I know that putting them together is half the fun, but I thought you could teach me how to fly with them. They're made mostly out of foam so they won't shatter into a million pieces when I crash," she said, barely taking a breath. "That's pretty awesome, Abby. Where did you get them and why did you get two?" I asked. "Amazon, and this is the cool part, I got these with sonic combat modules. We can have dogfights!" she exclaimed. I'd never seen her act so excited before, I was pretty amused that she was even interested in such things. We spent the next couple of hours examining our new toys. She was right, they weren't anywhere near as big and fancy as the planes that I had built down in the basement, but they promised to be great fun. The only thing keeping us from trying them out was the weather, it was drizzling rain, and the muddy state of my landing strip out back would make take off and landing hazardous at best. "I tell you what, this was a surprise. You had me guessing all afternoon what it was going to be," I said. "What did you think it was going to be?" she asked. She batted her eyes at me, looking innocent and luscious. "I, uh, I didn't know," responded. My turn to blush. She just smiled as if she knew what was on my mind. I tried to convince her to let me take her out to dinner, but she still wasn't very interested in that. Instead, we settled on a quick trip into town to pick up some subs and wings. I was pleased that she at least agreed to leave the house and come with me without a whole lot of persuasion on my part. We were standing at the counter when I heard a familiar voice call to me from behind. While I turned around, Abby turned with me, standing slightly behind me with her arm around my waist. "Hey Adam, how's it going?" It was one of my fellow painters, Jason. We had spent the last three weeks together on the same job. I didn't know him all that well, but he seemed like a good kid. "Hey, Jason. Not bad, just grabbing a couple subs. What are you up to?" I asked. "About the same. Gonna grab some wings, then head over to my girlfriend's. Who's this?" he asked, studying my niece carefully. "This is Abby, my..." I began. He interrupted me. "She looks like a keeper, no wonder you've been so distracted lately," he said. I could feel Abby's fingers digging into my side. The look on her face was calm enough, but I could tell that she wanted to get out of there. We happened to get saved when our order was set on the counter. "She's definitely a keeper. See you Monday, take it easy," I said, grabbing our food. Abby actually waved to him and gave him a brief smile. "See you later, bro." Abby spoke after we were safely in my car on our way back home. "Who was that?" she asked. "A guy I work with. Were you OK back there? You seemed to do all right," I responded. "It was OK. I'm feeling better about going out," she said. "As long as I'm with you." I felt something then, I don't want to get all mushy and say that it was true love, but I suspect that's what it was. The moment that I realized that I was truly and absolutely in love with the girl. "I'll always be here for you, Abby." "Jason thinks that I'm your girlfriend," she said softly. I wasn't sure how to tactfully respond to that. "Does that bother you?" I finally asked. She was quiet for the rest of the ride home, I was afraid to say anything else, myself. I thought for sure that whatever it was that we had going on had taken a serious hit. We ended up eating in silence as well, then Abby disappeared into her room for a while. I was sitting on the couch in front of the TV, somewhat in despair, when she came back out for the first time in a couple of hours. She sat down beside me like she had the night before. "I had to think about what I was going to say before I said anything," she began, resting her hand on my thigh. "It doesn't bother me that Jason thinks that I'm your girlfriend. It makes me feel special that someone would think that. I want to be your girlfriend. Do you think it's wrong? Do you think there's something wrong with me?" she asked. I hesitated briefly. "It's probably wrong, Abby. You are my niece, after all. I don't think there's anything wrong with you, though. It's just you and me here, I can see how you could have some feelings like that. I am very honored and flattered that you would want to be my girlfriend, I don't think that's allowed, though," I said, starting to sweat a little. "I know what I am talking about, I'm not just a crazy, messed up little girl. I've thought about the whole incest thing and what it means for longer than you can ever realize. If I love you, I don't care what anyone thinks because no one else matters to me more than you. Like you said, it's only you and I here, our family's gone. It's not like anyone would be giving us grief," she said. That was far more words that she had ever put together at one time than I had ever heard before. I should have tried to talk her out of the idea, but I couldn't help myself. I was guilty of fantasizing over this girl every since she gave me that first brief peck on the cheek. Between my crush and the look in her eyes, she was making a lot of sense to me. I wasn't able to say anything, all that I could do was stare at her, wondering how in the world I could ever deserve a girl like that. "I love you, Uncle Adam," she said. "Will you kiss me? Like for real kiss me?" She didn't have to ask me twice. I pulled her onto my lap and parted her lips with the deepest, most passionate kiss that I could muster. I wanted nothing more that to rip her clothes off and have my way with her right then and there, but was able to show at least a little self control. I focused on the kiss, holding her in my arms like she was a fragile piece of art. "You're so gentle and make me feel so safe," she whispered, clinging to me. "Are you sure that you want to be with someone like me?" I asked. "I mean I'm like the only guy that you're ever around. Is it just because you're stuck with me?" "I'm not stuck with you, I can leave whenever I want. It's not like I'm your prisoner or something. I know that I'm shy, but I'm pretty sure that I could function on my own if I really had to. I needed you when Mom and Dad died, but now I need you for different reasons. It's my own choice to stay with you," she said. "I'm glad that you decided to stay with me. I didn't realize how lonely I was before you came along. And just think how skinny I'd be if you weren't cooking for me every night," I said, bringing a smile to her face. "I promise I won't let you be lonely or skinny," she said. We slept together in my bed that night. We didn't get naked or have sex or anything, just slept. As much as it was killing me, I thought it was probably a good idea to keep our pace moving slow. It was still a pretty amazing feeling, waking up beside my beautiful Abby, whether we had had sex or not. ***** Hand in hand, we went out walking on the backside of my property to check out the condition of the airstrip. The sun was shining for once, and we were hoping that the ground would be dry enough to get our planes to take off. I didn't own a lot of land, about twelve acres, but it had a little bit of everything. Had some trees, had a field, even a tiny pond. I was giving Abby the quick tour since she hadn't had the chance to see it all yet. She had lived in Chicago her entire life and never even had a yard, let alone a little bit of land. "I had no idea that you owned all this! I bet it's beautiful in the summer," she exclaimed. "Yeah, it's pretty nice. We could have a picnic by the pond or something," I replied. "It sounds like so much fun. And it's so quiet out here. Is this the runway?" she asked. We had arrived at a small clearing that served as my landing strip. It was basically just a section of packed earth. I kept weeds from growing on it and rolled it several times a year to keep the surface flat and tight. "Sure is," I bent down and pressed my fingers to it. "What do you think?" she asked. "I think that we're ready to fly," I said. We went back to the house and collected our new Delta Rays. I was the first one to take flight, since I was the veteran pilot and all. I was pretty impressed with how easy it was to fly the little plane compared to the ones that I had built. I handed the controls over to Abby while it was still in flight. She didn't seem to have any problems keeping the plane under control. "You're doing great, Abby. How's it feel?" I asked. "This is pretty fun. Doesn't seem to be too hard," she replied. "Yeah well, the wind's not blowing, and I got to hand it to you, you picked a great little plane. I wish I would have had one of these when I was learning to fly," I said. "I bet it's more fun to fly something you put together yourself, though. Why don't you get the other one up in the air and we can have some air to air combat?" It was a good thing that Abby had thought to purchase extra batteries for the planes because we spent the next hour or so trying to blast each other with the sonic cannons. It was kind of like laser tag in the sky, it was hard as hell to actually score a hit. Still, I got her a few times and she got me once. We got both of our planes on the ground in one piece, much to our mutual delight, and headed back to the house. "That was awesome, it made me feel like a little kid," she said as we were walking back. "I know, right? And if anyone picks on us about playing with toys like these we can remind them that it's a respectable, adult hobby," I said. ***** Much later that night, Abby and I were curled on the couch together. We had enjoyed the day and were winding down for the night. "It's nice to have a boyfriend that I can kiss and cuddle with," she said. "Have you ever had one before?" I asked. "I never had a real boyfriend, no. I don't like boys," she replied. I cocked an eyebrow and gave her a funny look. "You realize that I am a boy, right?" "That didn't come out right. I know that you're a boy. I mean boys like my age. You're different because you are a kind man and I love you. I had some problems with boys when I was in school," she said. "Oh. Can I ask, or don't you feel like talking about it?" "I can't talk about it," she replied, not wanting to volunteer anything further. My curiosity was piqued but I couldn't bring myself to pressure her. "That's fine. It's been a couple of years since I had a girlfriend, and none of them are worth talking about, either. Are you ready to come to bed, babe? All this cuddling has made me sleepy," I said, rising to my feet. Just for fun, I scooped her up off the couch and began to carry her with me toward the bedroom without waiting for her answer. She squealed with laughter as she put her arms around my neck and allowed herself to be carried off. When I set her down on my bed, she didn't let go of me right away. "You can do more that just kiss me, you know. I'm not a virgin, you're not going to hurt me," she said. I was a little taken aback by the news. I assumed by the way that she acted that Abby had to have been a virgin. It was hard to imagine, being as timid as she was, that she had slept with anyone. Not only that, she had told me that she had never had a boyfriend. My first thought was perhaps something sinister had happened to her at some point, she had already told me that she didn't want to talk about it. Hopefully, she would tell me when she was ready. "I didn't want to move too fast, you've only been my girlfriend since yesterday, remember." "Yeah, but I've been wanting to sleep with you for over a month, so I already feel like we've been going slow. It's time to speed it up, Uncle Adam," she said. The more I got to know this girl, the more I realized that I had little to no understanding as to what was going on inside her head. She was barely speaking with me over a month ago when supposedly she had decided that she wanted to sleep with me. I didn't think that she was insane or anything like that, but I was hoping that I wasn't about to make a huge mistake. I knew that we were about to commit a socially taboo act, I had already come to terms with that. I was far more worried about how Abby herself was going to handle it. Shamefully, I gave in to my lust and decided that I would take my chances with what was going on in Abby's mind. In my defense, it had been a long time since I had slept with anyone, let alone such a beautiful young woman. I began to undo the buttons of her flannel pajama top while she still had her arms around my neck. I did the last couple by feel as she was mashing her lips against mine. She let go of me long enough to wiggle out of her top, so I took mine off as well. I don't know much about bra sizes. I've always had my own personal system for judging breasts. As far as I was concerned they came in tiny, small, medium, large, and huge. I would say that Abby fell on the small side of medium. They were magnificently firm with tiny pink nipples pointing straight out at me. She giggled at me as I eyed her chest and she pulled her pants and panties off. As far as I could tell, there was no trace of hair anywhere on her body, other than her head, of course. I cupped my hands under her butt and pulled her toward me a little while I showered her upper thighs with quick, nibbling kisses. I let out a soft moan while I took in the scent of her sex. I felt the heat coming off of her body as I let my tongue trace its way down to her little pussy. She groaned and clasp the back of my head as I used my fingers to gently spread her open from each side and my tongue flicked its way in. I licked and sucked on her pussy lips before centering my attention on the delicious bud of her clit. I ran my tongue in circles, sometimes using it like a whip to lash out and flick her. I must have been doing something right, she was bucking and thrusting her hips into me, whimpering with pleasure. I kept at it until I was satisfied that she had climaxed. "Oh god, Uncle Adam, I need you inside me now," she cried. I was certainly ready to comply. All of that licking had gotten me seriously turned on. I think that sucking on a beautiful little pussy like that is possibly more pleasurable than having oral performed on me. I had my pants and boxers off in a flash and moved the tip of my cock to her entrance. I stared down at her and the eagerness in her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Just...are you sure that this is what you want?" I asked back. "I'm completely sure. You love me right?" "I do, baby," I replied. "Then fuck me, Uncle Adam," she whispered. I didn't even know that she knew the word 'fuck'. I pushed into her easily, sighing with pleasure as my cock was enveloped with her hot wetness. I bent to kiss the side of her neck, her hands swept across my back with gentle, teasing scratches. I thrust into her slowly and evenly, Abby 'oohing' and moaning each time that I filled her. "You are so fucking gorgeous," I hissed into her ear. I rose back up so that I could increase the speed of my thrusts. As I slammed into her harder and harder, I watched as Abby's eyes closed and desire covered her face. "I'm going to cum again!" she cried. "That's it baby, cum for me," I told her. Her face contorted in ecstasy as she was overcome by her second orgasm. I wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm almost there," I grunted. "You can cum in me. Cum in your little niece. Fill me up!" she ordered. She had barely finished uttering the words before I erupted inside of her. With sweat dripping off of my forehead, I collapsed on the bed beside her with a satisfied smile. "Where did you learn talk like that?" I asked her. "Sometimes I just can't help it when I get excited. You got me very excited," she said with a coy smile. We both fell asleep without bothering to get cleaned up. It was an emotionally draining experience, but something that I think we both needed. I awoke the next morning to the sound of rain hammering on my window. We had enough rain that spring to where it was starting to get depressing, however, I was anything but. My niece, my Abby, was curled naked beside me breathing softly in her slumber. I slipped away to start some coffee before jumping in the shower. Our efforts of the previous night had left me pretty sticky. I was getting dressed back in my room when Abby began to stir. "Are you going somewhere, Uncle Adam?" she asked. "No baby, I just took a shower and was getting dressed," I replied. She smiled as she saw the rain beating against the window. "It looks like a good day to stay in bed," she said, flopping back against the pillows. "Go right ahead, Abby. I'm starving, though. I'm going to make us something to eat." I puttered around in the kitchen for a few minutes when I heard Abby go down the hall and enter the bathroom. She must have decided to get up anyway. Even though I admittedly wasn't much of a cook, I began work on some french toast. It was one thing that I felt confident making us for breakfast that would be edible. It was ready by the time Abby came into the kitchen, fresh from the shower. She gave me a long, smiling kiss before we sat down to eat. "I've been working on something that I want you to look at, Uncle Adam," she said between bites. "Oh, what's that?" I asked. "It's something the doctor wanted me to try. It's kind of like a journal. He said the I didn't have to show it to anyone if I didn't want to, sometimes just writing things down helps to get over them," she explained. Abby and I "That sounds interesting. Are you sure you want me to read it?" "I think so. You have to promise to still love me, no matter what you think about it. Do you promise?" she asked, staring straight into my eyes. I was certainly curious. I wondered what on earth she could have written down that would cause me not to love her. It was a little scary, really. "I promise, Abby. I take it that this is really important to you?" "It is. It's basically my whole life. Mom and Dad were the only people that knew. You need to know," she said, rising from the table without finishing her food. She went down the hall and into her room. I was swallowing the last of my breakfast when Abby came in with a thick stack of paper. I eyed the manuscript with apprehension. I wasn't sure if I wanted to read it or not, even if she wanted me to. She handed it over and I went into the living room to begin reading. ***** It took me a good couple of hours to get through Abby's document. I'm not going to repeat what I read word for word. That would be a whole other story on its own. It was basically an autobiography recapping all of the events and feelings that Abby had ever experienced in her life. It was interesting, to say the least. The root of all of the social problems that Abby had was something that happened to her early in her first year of high school. I had always thought that something must have happened around that time, since she finished her schooling at home, I just never had an idea as to what it was. It was on a fall weekend when the incident occurred. She was friends with a boy that was a grade ahead of her, wanted to be his boyfriend. He had invited her over to his house that Saturday and she was more than eager to go. One of the guy's friends was there, too, someone that she also knew and liked from school. They had been hanging out, not doing much of anything when Abby began to feel odd. It turned out that the boys had slipped her something, a combination of GHB and some sort of tranquilizer. Before she knew exactly what was happening, her clothes were gone and the two boys spent the rest of the day taking advantage of her. She had woken up the next day with only a foggy memory of what had happened. When she eventually made it back home, she told her mother and father what had happened. They contacted the police, she had to go to the hospital to have a rape kit taken. They boys of course denied that they had made her do anything that she didn't want to. The resulting trial was devastating to Abby's mental state. She could no longer stand going to school, everyone there knew what was going on. Some people believed her, some people didn't. The eyes of people staring at her were enough to drive her crazy. When the trial was over, the boys were found guilty and sent off to some juvenile facility, but Abby was ruined. It seemed like everywhere that she went that she could sense people staring at her, judging. It may or may not have been true, that was just how she felt. I had always had my suspicions that something like that must have happened. That was only half of the story, however. What she had written about next was something that I would have never dreamed of, even though I was guilty of something similar, myself. Even a couple of years after the incident, Abby rarely left the house. The only people that she could stand to have contact with were my sister and her husband. She was plagued by nightmares and terrified of anyone outside of her mother and father. She had been enrolled in therapy and went on a regular basis, making a very slow but steady progress. When Abby had graduated from her home schooling shortly after turning eighteen, my sister had planned a rather small party for her. It was a combination graduation/birthday party. I remembered going to it, actually. It was myself, Abby, her parents, and her grandmother from her father's side. I remembered that Abby seemed happy enough, just extremely quiet and shy. I have to admit that at that time I had absolutely no idea as to what was going on in her life. It was sometime after this that Abby had woken up in the middle of the night after suffering from a particularly nasty nightmare. She walked down the hall to her parents' room, which she often did after a nightmare, to seek out her mother's comfort. When she entered the room that time, however, she was greeted to a sight that she was not used to. Her parents were having sex. She had known that they must have had sex sometimes, but had never really thought about it all that much. As a matter of fact, she had wanted nothing to do with sex at all since she was raped. She didn't read about it, didn't watch it on TV, never looked it up on the internet. It was something that she thought that she could do without. There was something about seeing her parents do it, however, that was captivating. Her mother seemed to be so happy, her father was so gentle and loving. She stood and watched the entire scene unfold from the darkness of the doorway thinking about how wonderful it would be to make love like that. Her parents didn't notice her until they were done, and they were understandably embarrassed. Abby had told them, quite frankly, that what they had just done was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. After what was a rather lengthy discussion they had come to an agreement to where they would allow Abby to watch them in bed together. At first, they had all felt awkward about the situation, but after they had done it a few times, they were feeling more comfortable. Abby had graduated from watching from the doorway to sitting on the edge of the bed while they did it. She had even started to touch herself while her parents made love beside her. Abby had thought that her parents were beginning to enjoy her being with them as much as she liked watching them. They were having sex more often and with more energy than they had ever done before. She was openly masturbating one night while her father was taking her mother from behind when she tried something different, breaking one of the rules that they had set. She kissed her mother, on the lips with passion, while her father was thrusting into her. She had thought that doing that might possibly make her mother angry, or that maybe her father would stop and make her go away. It seemed to have the opposite effect, however. Her mother had kissed her back and pulled her closer. Her father smiled at her and continued to make love. After that, Abby had been getting more and more involved each night. She felt safe and wonderful making love with her parents, the ultimate pleasure coming when her father penetrated her for the first time. The love that the three shared was unconditional and stronger that they had ever thought possible. They, of course, had kept it to themselves. Abby didn't think that the world needed to know about, anyway. She didn't like the world. The three of them had continued making their love for years. Right up until the accident that took her parents away from her and Abby's entire world came crashing down. With her parents gone, she fell into a dark depression, far worse than how she was after being taken advantage of by the two boys. She had thought of taking her own life many times, but had never acted on it. She didn't think that she would ever be able to get over the loss of her mother and father. Abby had agreed to come live with me even though she could have probably have made it on her own. At the time, though, she couldn't stand the thought of being totally alone. She thought that I would be able to understand at some level what it was that she was going through, I had just lost my sister, after all. It was an extremely hard decision to sell the only home that she had ever known and move out of state to live with me, an uncle that she barely knew. What had finally made up her mind was the fact that she couldn't stand being in the house anymore without her parents around. It just wasn't the same and she was constantly reminded of their loss by being in the empty house. She didn't really know what to expect when she first came into my home. It appears as though she was surprised at how comfortable that she felt right away. She could tell that her and I were going to be fine together after the first couple of nights that she stayed. Now she had found a new love with me, something that she wasn't sure that she would ever have again. From what she had written, it appeared as though she loved me dearly. I couldn't help but love her back even more. It wasn't just her parents that she had lost, she had lost her lovers, and had somehow put that behind her. I put the last page down and went off to find Abby. She was pacing around the kitchen, nervously trying to find things to clean while I had been reading. "Do you still love me?" she asked. "I love you more than I did before I read it, Abby. I'm going to love you for the rest of my life," I replied. "Did it help you understand where I'm coming from?" she asked. "It did. You ought to write stories for a living, or something," I said, putting my arms around her. "Do you think so?" she asked with a smile. "I'd go with fiction, though. Real life is a little too crazy to believe." ***** I suppose that I should have been sickened and horrified at the tale that I had read of young Abby's life. I was, to some extent. The part where the boys had taken advantage of her enraged me, they had destroyed her mind and life as she knew it. They had instilled fears in her that she may never overcome. I could only hope that they had gotten shanked in juvie and were now burning in Hell. It was extremely touching how she had written about the love affair that she had with her parents. They had clearly loved each other, probably with a stronger love that she and I share today. It's not something that most people understand, but Abby and I do. People could say that my sister, my brother, and myself have been guilty of taking advantage of a poor young girl in a fragile mental state, but Abby and I don't feel that way. Love is love, and we love each other, whether other people would like it or not. Abby and Me Obviously, everyone in this story is over the age of 18. +++++ "John, pay attention," Mrs. Kahili, my calculus teacher admonished me. I snapped out of my gaze and redirected my gaze to the problem she was demonstrating on the board, despite how much I had enjoyed my view of Abby Kentdale's tits. My eyes continued to wander over again and again until the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the period. As I walked out of the classroom, Abby appeared beside me. Abby was a senior, like myself, and lived down the street from me. She had large, bulging breasts that more than filled out her petite figure. Her dark, wavy hair settled around her shoulders, and the thin, skin-tight pants she was wearing did nothing to hide her round, supple ass. "Hey, can you give me a ride home today?" she asked. "Well, what's in it for me," I teased back. "Oh, come on, we're neighbors, you drive right by my house on your way home," she complained. Much to her displeasure, I had refused to give her rides in the past. "All right, meet me out front after school, but don't let me forget" I agreed. "Thanks," she said, and turned to go to her next class. As the bell finally rang indicating the end of the school day, I left my last period class and began walking out to the parking lot when I heard Abby calling behind me, "Wait up!" Having forgotten I had promised her a ride, I turned and waited for her to catch up, enjoying the view of her tits attempting to free themselves from her shirt as she ran toward me. "Hey, how's it going?" I asked. "Alright...seems like you forgot about me back there," she replied, adjusting her shirt so it did a more adequate job of covering her tits, while still showing an impressive amount of cleavage for an 18 year old. "Well I did warn you," I reminded her. "I don't understand how you could forget to give me a ride. We talked about it like an hour ago." "I'm sorry, but it's not a big deal... you reminded me," I laughed. We arrived at my Honda and jumped in. I started the car, and eased the clutch out as I pulled out of the spot. I looked over and noticed Abby's tits were barely contained by her top. I shifted my legs to try to hide my rising erection, but failed miserably. I tried to avoid looking, and hoped she didn't notice my wandering eyes or bulging crotch. It didn't seem like she did, and we carried on casual conversation all the way back to her house. "Hey, John, do you wanna help me study for the calc test for a little while? There's a couple things I don't understand," Abby told me as I pulled into her driveway. "Yeah, I'll come over in like half an hour. I've gotta cash my paycheck at the bank," I told her. She smiled at me as she climbed out of the car and stepped into the garage as I left her house. About 45 minutes later, I raced down the street, and flew into Abby's driveway. I parked and climbed out of the car to greet her as she walked down the front steps. "Hey," she said. "Hey," I replied as I grabbed my notebook out of the car and shut the door. As we walked up the steps into her house, my dick began to grow in my pants as I eyed her round ass through her skin-tight pants. I could see the line from her thong as it stopped just below the top of her pants. I quickly adjusted my crotch before she turned to shut the door. We walked to the table in the kitchen and sat down. Abby sat next to me, and pulled her notebook out of her backpack. She leaned next to me and asked me about a problem. "John, do you know how to do this one? I've tried, but I can't get it," she said as she turned her eyes to me. I tried to make it look like I hadn't been taking advantage of the great angle I had down her shirt at her tits, but she noticed and smiled a little. I thought she may have been leaning against me for just a little too long when she did, but I dismissed it as my imagination. As the study session continued, I continued to eye her fantastic tits, and couldn't help but think I had caught her eyeing the bulge in my pants more than once. While she had started out adjusting her top every few minutes to prevent me from having such a good view, she had stopped doing that, and I could almost see her dark nipples at the end of her succulent breasts. Her black lacy bra was preventing me from seeing more. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, I adjusted my cock so that my raging erection was not as obvious. She came back rather quickly, and as soon as she sat down, I noticed that she had removed her bra. Her tits had wobbled more than usual as she walked over to me, and I could see almost all of her breasts as she bent over to sit down. Her nipples were hard lumps that poked out the thin fabric of her shirt. We continued to do problems from the book and compare answers until she caught me again eyeing her breasts. "Enjoying the view?" she asked. "What view?" I said quickly. "Oh, come on, you didn't think I noticed? You've been staring at me since you got here," she laughed. I blushed slightly and muttered an apology. "I don't mind. Why don't you look a little more," said Abby as she smiled and adjusted her hair. She stood up and turned to me, sitting on my lap and straddling me with her legs. Her pussy was pressed against my huge erection, and her tits against my chest. Our lips touched, and we began a passionate kiss. I inhaled the scent of her perfume and shampoo, and poured my lust into her mouth with my tongue. With my hands, I caressed her back all the way down to her ass, where I began sensually massaging her. My hands roamed her body as the kiss continued; her lips and mine coming together and our tongues dancing in each others' mouths. I moved my hands to her front and began squeezing her firm, round tits through her shirt, and felt her hard nubs of nipples in my palms. She moaned a little as I squeezed them, and I moved my hands to her sides and lifted off her shirt, revealing her huge I admired her perfect tits for a moment before she again kissing me urgently. Her hips and crotch were humping a little against my hard dick, and she began moaning loudly as I squeezed and twisted her nipples between my fingers. Abby finally broke our kiss and led me to her couch, where she lay back. I knelt on the floor next to her and began to suck on her left breast. She moaned loudly, and her hand caressed the back of my head as she enjoyed my ministrations. I ran my hand up and down her flat, tanned stomach, pausing occasionally to rub her pussy through her pants. After I had thoroughly sucked both breasts, Abby sat up and helped me remove my shirt. She pulled me into yet another deep, sensual kiss as her hands roamed over my chest, and tugged gently on my hair. She slid off the couch, turned toward me while on her knees, and began fumbling with my belt buckle. I quickly helped her, and removed my pants. Abby looked fascinated at my cock as it sprung free from the restriction of my jeans, and began to stroke it in her hand. It was more than twice as long as her hand was wide, and I groaned a little as she stroked me. She looked at me and smiled a little as she began kissing the head delicately, and then with increasing intensity. She tongued my slit and wrapped her warm, smooth lips and mouth around my dick. Her tits were hanging off of her chest, and rubbing against my thighs as she continued to gently suck my cock. Abby began bobbing her head up and down on my cock, while swirling her tongue around it. It was one of the best blow jobs I'd ever experienced, and it was a wonder I didn't cum almost immediately after she started. Abby looked up at me with her brown eyes as she sucked my left, then my right ball into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them. Not wanting to cum too soon and ruin the sexual tension, I leaned forward and lifted her by her arms onto the couch. There, I removed her skin-tight black pants and began kissing up and down her smooth, tan thighs. She moaned every time I approached her pussy, but I didn't give her the satisfaction of pleasuring her there yet. I could clearly smell the scent of her arousal as I kissed up her stomach and took each of her breasts into my mouth. Finally, I reached down and removed her tiny black thong, exposing her smoothly shaven pussy. As I moved my lips up and down her pussy, I could feel its wetness and taste her sweet nectar. She moaned louder as I took one finger and put it inside of her, while continuing to lick her clit and kiss her lips. Gently, I began fucking her with my finger, removing it all together occasionally to insert my tongue as far as I could. This was one of the best tasting pussies I had ever licked, and I wanted to enjoy it. I refocused my oral efforts on her clit, and began fucking her with two of my fingers. She humped against my hand and moaned louder, "Oh John, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, OH GOD YES JOHN OH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" As she came, her pussy unleashed torrents of cum, covering my face. As she lay panting, she looked at me, and I leaned forward and began kissing her deeply. Her tongue danced around my mouth as she tasted herself on me. As we kissed, my dick pressed against her wet slit, and she broke the kiss, moaning, "Oh, John, put it in me! Fuck me, John, fuck me!" Her hand went to my hard dick, and guided me into her hole. I pressed slowly, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate my tool, and stopped as our pubic bones collided. I paused for a few moments, and moved my hands to her breasts, which were bouncing with her chest as she panted in ecstasy. After her breathing began to calm, she looked up at me with her brown, fiery eyes. With that, I began slowly sliding my thick cock in and out of her velvety pussy. My cock emerged covered in her juices, and plunged back in a rhythm of increasing tempo. Abby began moaning loudly as I penetrated her. Her large breasts bounced on her chest as she thrust her hips into mine in a frenzy. Her face showed her pleasure, her eyes screwed up and a slight smile, all covered by a light sheen of sweat from our exertions. My cock slid faster and faster between the walls of her pussy, which began clenching me with increasing strength. My balls slapped against her ass as I plunged in and out of her wet, velvety pussy. She began moaning even louder, now and saying my name as she got closer to her orgasm "Oh, John, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock," she moaned "I'm going to cum," I panted as I continued to increase the velocity of our fucking. "Ohhh me too... OH JOHN I'M COMING," she screamed as the force of her orgasm hit her. Her pussy tightened even more on my cock, which pushed me over the edge. I shot burst after burst of cum deep into her sex, rolling her nipples between my fingers as we came simultaneously. As my orgasm faded, I collapsed, and we adjusted our positions on the couch, falling asleep in each other's arms after one final kiss. To be continued? +++++ Please comment and rate!