Scooped

by Kellis

Summer, 2013

�What was the riskiest fuck you ever had?� said Collier, the accountant.� �I wonder because all of mine have been pretty tame, in bed with the house quiet.� Mabel blew me once at the ballgame when she was drunk, but that wasn�t what you�d really call hazardous.� You ever have a close one?�

His friend, Archer, the engineer, looked into the distance.� �Oh, yes.� I once risked everything and very nearly got caught.� I still shiver about it.�

�Well, keep that tongue flapping, for god�s sake.�

Archer nodded.� �Tongue flapping was part of it, all right. �A few years ago I was spending a couple weeks with my younger brother�s family, when one day �

The guest room door was offset by a tiny foyer so that I was already well into the room before noticing that the bed was occupied.� Tristran, my tender and bubbly twelve-year-old niece, lay atop the coverlet, wearing my earphones and nothing else, knees drawn up, hand busy between her legs and eyes closed tightly.� I froze but not before passing between her and the window.� She detected my shadow.

Her hand stilled.� Eyes and mouth popped open.� She tore off the headphones and smiled, still bubbly even now.� �Uncle Archie, you caught me.�

Momentarily the irony impressed me.� She was the reason I had extended the stay in my brother�s house.� Just on the cusp of adolescence, her body was filling out to velvety perfection, previously revealed to me by short-shorts and bikini, and her behavior, had she been older, would have been unmistakable provocation.� Now I was seeing the rest of her charms for the first time ― pink nipples on shallow tits and the first faint curls on the pubic pad above reddened and puffy pussy lips.� I had jerked off to this imagined sight, including radiant auburn hair spread on a pillow, every day for the past week.

Her hand fell away, removing all concealment.� She said, �The question is, will you tell Daddy?�

I sighed and shook my head, �No, Trissy, I won�t tell him.�

�Who else?�

�No one.�

�Can I believe you?�

�Would you feel better if you had something to tell on me?�

Her eyes twinkled.� �Like what?�

I loosened my belt and shoved down both sets of shorts.

If I was expecting surprise, I would have been disappointed.� She studied my equipment.� �Is that a big one?�

I said, �It gets bigger,� which under her intense gaze it was rapidly doing.

�It really does,� she said after a moment.� �Wow!�

�What were you listening to?�

�The Hoagies playing Do Me.� It has a beat that gets louder and faster.�

�Like Bolero?�

�Huh?�

�That disk is in the stack.� I�ll play it for you sometime.� What in your opinion should we do now?�

�I know.�� She actually giggled.� �Let�s go to my room.�

Her parents were gone for the afternoon to a political rally.� I stepped out of my shorts, turned around and went out into the hall.� Her footsteps followed me.

She brought her clothing and folded it neatly on her dresser.� Grinning at me, she said, �You too.�

�Me too what?�

�Get naked.�

�In your bedroom?�

She giggled at my expression.� �Don�t worry.� We�ll hear the garage door motor when they get home.�

So I removed my T-shirt and stepped out of the flip-flops I�d worn to shine my car.� �I need a shower.�

�You can take one after they get home.�� She looked me up and down with a smile.� �You�re a real hottie, Uncle.� 46, aren�t you?�

�Oh, yes, I�m old enough.�

�So am I.�

�No, you aren�t, but God help me, I don�t care.� When did you get interested in hot men?�

She giggled.� �Years ago, ever since I figured out where the lump in Daddy�s lap came from when I squirmed around.�

I had to chuckled at that.� �I�ll bet you squirmed on purpose too.�

�Sure did.� It made me tingle.�

�Come on.� How old were you?�

�Eight, I think.� I guessed what to do after the kid next door showed me her daddy�s magazines.�

�Eight!�� I shook my head.

She came to me, put her hands on my shoulders and looked up with a smile and puckered lips.� We slipped into each other�s arms and kissed, deep and long.� She was certainly man high.

If I was going to do this despite the terrible risk, I meant to do it right.� I lifted her by the buttocks and laid her over the edge of her bed.� Dropping between her legs, I spread the puffy lips and began to lick around the clit.� She moaned softly.� Her thighs tightened on my ears.� Hands behind my head pressed my face into her, which was interesting.� Obviously this was not her first cunt-licking.

Very soon her body tensed and the moaning intensified.� She forced my head back by the hair and lay staring at me.� Her hands caught my shoulders and pulled.

I had to say it.� �Trissie, if you�re a virgin this will hurt.�

�I�m not.� But I don�t want you to jizz down there.�

�I�ll pull out.�

�Just tell me first.�

My cock slipped easily into a well-lubricated passage.� Saliva from clit-licking only makes the outside wet.� The inside was pure Trissie-juice.� Her moans resumed immediately.� A crier, not a screamer, this girl was a twelve-year-old prodigy.

Also a giggler.� After she came half a dozen times the giggling began infectiously.� Curiously the thrills in my cock rose to match the giggles in my throat.� But I remembered before they became unstoppable and pulled out.

Her eyes flashed at me.� �I want it!� she declared and whipped her butt out from under me.� Her head went down and suddenly I was fucking her mouth.� Her arms encircled my ass.� She held on and sucked me dry, sucked until I had to push her back with the pop of broken suction.

I sat up and looked at her panting beyond my knees.� �God, Trissie!�

She blew a jizz bubble and giggled.� Licking her lips and dribbling cream out the corner of her mouth, she said, �About what you expected?�

�That was a wonderful fuck,� I avowed.� �One thing I�m sure of: you didn�t learn it from some magazine!�

Working her elbow, she sat up to match me, one bent knee inserted between mine, and swallowed ostentatiously, asking with raised eyebrows, �Where else, Uncle Archie?�

I nodded.� �That�s a fair question.� I refuse to believe any of the boys around here could teach you so well.� Have you got your period yet?�

She grinned.� �Twice, so far.�

�When will you be thirteen?�

�Next month.�

�I�m glad I pulled out.�

�So am I, but not for that reason.�

�Why then?�

�Why else?� I love it in my mouth.�

I shook my head.� �I might believe an old slut claiming she loved the taste, but a twelve-year-old?�

She frankly laughed, eyes alight.� �Who said anything about taste?� It�s what it is, Uncle: man soup.� Twenty million half-babies.� Awesome!� Real life!�

��Twenty-million ���� I choked.� �Where�d you hear that?�

�In hygiene class.� It�s the part of us that gets passed around, and only men can do it.�

�Huh!� And you prefer it in your mouth?�

�I know.� Perverted, right?�� Her giggle had returned.

I pulled her to me, her bumpy nipples tight into my chest.� �You�re crazy, Trissie.�

�But you love me, don�t you.�

�Oh, yes.� And if you keep taking it there, you probably won�t get into trouble.�

She giggled.� �As long as trouble gets into me.�

�That�s what I�d like to understand.� You say some magazines � explicit ones, I presume � turned you on to sex.� Huh, at age eight!� Even so, it doesn�t explain your appetite for it.�

�It makes its own appetite.� All you have to do is find the right friends.� Grown men love little girls, Uncle.� You know they do.� The tricky part is getting them alone.� After that it�s easy.�

�I begin to see.� That�s why you were frigging in my bed.�

She giggled again.� Her hand cupped my balls.� �When will these be ready to pop some more?�

�After a nice, slow fuck.�� I squeezed her.� �You�re the hot one, Trissie.�

But she didn�t get the second pop.� We were indulging in that nice, slow fuck when the house timbers rumbled with the garage door rising. �Her eyes went wide and she began to giggle. �I got out of her in a jiffy, grabbed my T-shirt, raced to the guest room, jerked on shorts and buckled my belt.� The rumbling had hardly ceased before I was smoothing my hair in the bathroom.

�What happened?� asked Collier after a moment�s thought.� �She swallowed all the come.� Did you leave something else in her bedroom?�

�Not a spot.�

�Then what?� A giggler, huh?� Did she rat on you?�

�Not directly.�

�What does that mean?�

After my ex won the divorce I had moved in with Judd, a good friend who worked with me at Davidson.� Judd liked to download free porn from Usenet and keep it to study, segregating videos by girl stars.� One night some months after my visit with Trissie he appeared in my doorway.

�Archie, you�d better come look at this.�

I followed him into his room and watched over his shoulder as he started up a file on the computer.

The video opens upon an obvious teenager�s bedroom.� A smooth hand and arm recede, probably having started the recording, and shrink back to become a naked and very young female body.� She turns around to face across the room with an expectant look.

I gasped.� She was the spitting image of Trissie.

�Recognize her, do you?� said Judd.� �Just hang on.�

I opened my mouth to demand why he should think I knew her, when �

I walk into the picture ― unmistakably me, including the T-shirt with Davidson Industries emblazoned on the chest.

She grins and says, �You too.�

�Me too what?�� The audio was clear; our voices were only too identifiable.

�Get naked.�

�In your bedroom?�

She giggles.� �Don�t worry.� We�ll hear the garage door motor when they get home.�

Off goes my T-shirt and in a few moments I am eating her out on the edge of her bed.

I watched the rest of it, mouth hanging open, noticing Judd glance between me and the screen.

It ends with me grabbing my shirt and rushing out of the picture. �You can hear background rumbling. �Giggling, she gets out of bed and approaches the camera.� Her enlarged hand comes around and the screen goes dark.

Judd looked at me with a smirk and asked, faking innocence, �Do you know any of those people?�

I felt a little short of breath and remedied it with a sigh.� �Where�d you get that, Judd?�

�Downloaded from alt-binaries-erotic-webcam.�

�A newsgroup?�

�Yeah.�

�My god, Judd!�

�Your god, all right!�� His eyes twinkled.� �That girl looks a bit young.�

Of course I didn�t dare to confirm it.� I said, �What are you going to do with it?�

He chuckled.� �I don�t know.� What�s it worth to you?�

My shoulders slumped and I shook my head.� �No way to destroy all copies.�

�No way at all.� Would you like a CD of it?�

�No thanks.� If found in my possession it would be the final nail in my coffin.�

He nodded.� �You�re right about that.�

�I guess I have to ask.� Do you mean to call it to anyone else�s attention?�

He studied me.� �No.� On one condition.�

�What�s that?�

�Tell me who she is and how you seduced her.�

So I had to do as he wished and fill in the details.� But I guessed already that everything was cool.� He wanted to know about it the way a reporter wants background for a story.� Obviously for him it was prime vicarious titillation.

I said, �Can you tell who posted that video?�

�Oh, yeah.�� He did a little typing that produced a lot of encoded text.� Pointing to a �From:� line, he said, �See: from �anon99 at CYA dot com.��� Pointing to another line, he added, �Posted originally at �wildnews dot com dot TL.�� I think that�s a server somewhere in the South Pacific.� You�re covered that way.�

Back in my room I called my brother�s telephone.� Of course he answered.� I asked to speak to Trissie, claiming I had an answer for a question of hers.

�Uncle Archie,� she said with a giggle, �you�ve got an answer for me?�

�Yeah, to your riddle.� Remember: �What tastes sweet and turns a line into a circle?�� It�s Pi.� Now I�ve got a question for you.� Can you talk freely?�

�No.�

�Okay.� Call me back.� My number is in your cell, right?�

�Yes.� I will.�

�Good.� Bye-bye.�

Five minutes later my phone rang.� It was Trissie.� �You�ve made me curious, Uncle.�� She giggled.� �What�s your question?�

�How did you make a video of our little adventure in your bedroom?�

�Little!� It was awesome, Uncle!�

�How, Trissie?�

She giggled again.� �My smartphone was docked on my dresser.�

I digested that.� �You can�t leave it recording all the time.�

�Oh, I turned it on when I put down my clothes.� Wasn�t it a clear video!�

�It was clear, all right.� Trissie, I thought you liked me a little.�

�I love you!� As anybody can see in that video.�

�You can�t be that innocent.� This could put me away and tag me for the rest of my life.�

�Don�t worry, Uncle.� Nobody can trace it.�� She giggled.� �Just don�t brag on it to too many friends.�

�Don�t worry.�

�When are you coming back to see me?�

�That probably depends somewhat on when I get out of jail.�

�You�re the one who shouldn�t worry.� I�ll be waiting for you.�

�Thanks, Trissie, I think.�

�Wow!� declared Collier.� �That is true risk!� I take it they haven�t come for you yet.�

�Not yet.� The Democrats don�t seem to care as much as the Republicans.� But that damned video is still out there.�

�You don�t have it, do you?�

�Definitely not.�

�Too bad.� I�d love to see it.� Did you ever get back with Trissie, even after she was of age?�

Archer shook his head.� �I hope she wasn�t right.�

�About what?�

�About me bragging too much.�

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