****** Quiet Little Bree by adoring fan ******
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Quiet Little Bree


"The following is a work of FICTION. Following out sexual fantasies with
children under the age of consent will lead to JAIL, PUBLIC HUMILIATION, and
quite possibly HAVING YOUR BALLS CUT OFF by the father of any child you touch,
assuming he has any sense. Do NOT try this at home, campers. Keep it in your
head or get help."


I'd never thought of myself as a pervert. Really. I'm a good-looking guy: Tall,
dark, head full of hair, and yes, handsome; I never had any problem with women.
I'd always thought of a 'pervert' as some dirty old guy, walking around in an
overcoat, waiting for some unsuspecting woman to walk by so he could flash his
pecker and cackle as he stumbled away.

Looks like I might have to revise that definition after what happened last
weekend.

The phone was ringing as I fumbled in from work Friday night, briefcase and
jacket in one hand, keys in the other, cursing under my breath as I unlocked
the door and rushed to catch the phone. "Hi, Mark! It's Carrie! Wow, you're out
of breath! You really need to start playing tennis or something, keep in shape
like my Thomas does! You're getting older, you know! After 30, it's all
downhill!"

I groan inwardly as I lean against the wall, phone cradled against my shoulder,
shuffling through the mail as my younger sister prattles on. I tug my tie loose
as she starts in on the success of 'darling Tom's' latest golf conquest. I
wonder if the poor schmuck knows what he got himself into with this one. See,
my sister is only 25 but already one of those Holly Homemaker types, one of the
'ladies who do lunch' and precious little else. My father always said she only
went to college to get her 'Mrs.' degree.

A call from her is usually as exciting as a trip to the canned-food aisle, full
of platitudes about her perfect family and the angle of the doilies on the
couch arms. And also usually full of criticisms of my bachelorhood, my
resistance to getting married, and my numerous other perceived faults -- which
is why I was startled when she sweetly started asking me about work, how things
were in my life. Immediately suspicious, I sat down at the kitchen table and
moved the phone to my left hand, holding my forehead with the right. "Carrie,"
I said wearily, "I just walked in the door and it's been a long day. I don't
believe you called just to chat, so out with it. Now."

There was a moment of silence, and then a flood of words coming from the other
end of the line. "Oh, Mark, I would be SO grateful, you have no idea how
important this weekend might be to Tom's career and he needs me to be there, to
take to the dinners and charm his boss' wife, and if I had to stay home I'd
just DIE because it's such a beautiful resort and it's free and just such a
wonderful opportunity and, oh, Mark, please say yes, please say you'll keep
Bree for the weekend, oh please, Mark!" The torrent ends with a wail and a gasp
for breath. I sit for a moment, trying to sort out what's going on. The
realization hits me and I groan and bow my head, thinking to myself that my
weekend just got shot to Hell.

The kid. She wants me to watch her kid, my niece Bree, for the weekend. I think
to myself for the umpteenth time what a dumb-ass name that is for a little
girl; every time I hear it I think of cheese, for Chrissakes. My mind races as
I mumble, "Well.......," trying to buy myself some time to think up a plausible
reason to refuse. But, damnit, I'm tired, brain-dead from work, and nothing
comes to mind quick enough to stave her off. I sigh loudly and Carrie takes it
as a 'yes'. "Oh, THANK you, Mark!" she squeals, "I'll bring her over within the
hour, she'll be an ANGEL, I SWEAR, no trouble at ALL, you KNOW how quiet she
is, oh, Mark, you're a DOLL!"

Before I can stammer out another word I hear the click that signifies Carrie
hanging up, reveling, I'm sure, in her triumph. I stand up slowly, stretching
out my stiff back, and replace the receiver on the phone base. Leaning over to
swing open the refrigerator door, I grab a beer and pull off my tie, tossing it
on the table as I walk into the living room. I plop into my favorite leather
recliner and grab the remote, musing darkly that once again I've been had by my
sister, Little Miss Perfect. Stuck with Bree for the weekend... Jesus. There
goes anything I had hoped to do, including calling that gorgeous new girl in
Receiving, who practically begged me to fuck her when she pressed her number
into my palm the other day.

Shit.

I watched the news, drank my beer, and tried to unwind. Well, I reasoned to
myself, Bree is a quiet kid, usually content to play with her toys or read to
herself, maybe I'll get some work done while she entertains herself. I sipped
my beer and simmered, each minute clicking by making the loss of this weekend
seem more and more unfair. By the time I hear the door buzzer, I've worked
myself into quite a rage. I angrily yank open the door to find my sister
holding a pink, backpack-type bag, dressed in something pastel and flowery that
for some reason annoys me to no end. She must have seen the anger in my face
because she stepped back, reaching around behind her to push Bree forward,
twitting nervously, "Bree! Say hi to your Uncle Mark!"

I look down and, reluctantly, my anger melts. Bree looks up at me with her
wide, brown eyes, her straight bangs framing them, and smiles shyly, cheeks
reddening. "Hiya, Uncle Mark," she half whispers, as she takes a step forward.
She looks a little tense and my heart goes out to the kid, especially knowing
what a nut case she has for a mother. "Hiya, Bree," I grin, chucking her under
the chin and making her giggle. I step aside to allow her into the apartment,
then look up at Carrie as I take the bag from her hands. She begins to speak
and I raise my hand, silencing her. "Not another word, Carrie. I'll take care
of Bree, but I'm fed up with you right now and she doesn't need to hear us
argue. Now, just call me when you two get back Sunday." I enjoy closing the
door in my (for once) silent sister's face.

I follow Bree into the living room where she's standing by the television,
twisting her hands and looking around. "It's o.k., Bree," I say gently, handing
her her bag, "Here. Take this into the guest bedroom and set your stuff up,
I'll be here when you get back." I watch her walk down the hallway to her room,
lugging the bag with one arm. What a skinny kid, I think, but she'll be
something else in another ten years.....

I grab another beer from the fridge and plop back in my recliner, flipping the
leg rest up and leaning back. I figure it's late enough, a little t.v. and the
kid will be sleepy; at least that'll account for Friday night, although Lord
knows I've got a whole day to fill with her Saturday. I find myself engrossed
in some biography program and almost don't notice Bree come back into the
living room. I look over and she's nervously standing in the doorway to the
living room, wearing her nightie and looking scrubbed and clean, cheeks aglow.
Her light brown hair looks freshly brushed and falls just past her shoulders.
"C'mere, honey," I smile, "Wanna watch so t.v.?" With a quick smile she
scrambles up onto the chair and into my lap, leaning back with me in the
recliner, her legs stretched out on mine. I hand her the remote control. "Here
ya go, sport," I say, giving her a playful nudge to the side of the head. "Pick
something we can both watch, huh?"

I sip my beer as she roams through every channel on the television, finally
settling on some vapid movie about a talking cat and dog traveling though the
wilderness together. I kiss her on the top of her sweet-smelling head and lean
back again. That does it. Between my long day and the beer, I fall asleep.

I wake up a few hours later and the movie is long over. Bree has fallen asleep
in my lap, her little legs spread over my thighs, her head to the right on my
chest. I listen to her breathe deeply in her sleep as I pry the remote control
from her fingers. I attempt to sit up a little higher and she stirs, making
little noises. I freeze, not wanting to wake her. Damnit, I can't get out of
this chair without putting the bottom down, and I can't do that without waking
her. Now wide awake, I figure I'll leave her be for a while, watch a little
t.v., and carry her off to bed later. No point waking her up now, since she
seems comfortable.

The weight of her body is warm in my lap and I smile a little, stroking her
hair, thinking that she really is a good kid. I lean back and start to flip
through the channels looking for something to watch, catching a glimpse of
something racy as I click. I go back to catch the main scene of some soft-core
porn on one of the movie channels. I watch the screen, seeing a gorgeous woman
stripping for her male companion, slowly sliding her shirt over her head,
turning her back to him to ease out of her panties, exposing her round, firm
ass.

Then it happens.

I feel my erection begin, thinking it's been too damn long since a woman
stripped like that for ME, when Bree wiggles in my lap. I'm almost stunned: In
my attention to the screen, I'd almost forgotten she was there. She moves
around in her sleep and unwittingly fits my erection between her small ass
cheeks under her cotton panties. Almost against my wishes, my cock jerks at the
sensation and swells even more, lengthening, fitting itself between those
cheeks. Something makes her wiggle more, and I stifle a groan as she slides
back even further, my stiff cock trapped in my pants, feeling the heat of her
body through the material. Now my cock is at full mast, almost painful in my
dress pants, trapped in my boxers. I reach around to move Bree to a different
position and my hand finds her small, bare thigh. The feel of her skin in my
palm excites me. I grit my teeth and try to ignore it as I shift her a little
to the left, my hand snaking down to unbutton my pants, sliding down the zipper
and rearranging my erection to a more comfortable angle. My cock is still in my
hand when she sighs in her sleep, laying back further, trapping both my hand
and my bare, hard cock under her ass before I can tuck it back into my pants
and zip back up.

Oh, great. Now what?

I try everything but my raging hard-on won't subside. I lift Bree gently under
the arms to pick her weight off of me and she mewls in her sleep, making me put
her back down. But I raised her too high, and now my stiff cock is between her
legs, poking out in front of her, and I feel her legs close a little, her soft
thighs caressing the sides of my shaft. I start to sweat, heart beating faster
as I realize how turned on I am by this. Not even thinking, I start to move my
hips back and forth, stroking between her silky thighs and her cotton-clad
crotch. Shit, that feels good. So caught up in the sensation I almost don't
notice her soft hand at the head of my cock until I hear her whisper, "Uncle
Mark, what is this?" as she fondles the head.

I freeze completely, my arm around her chest, heart threatening to break out of
my rib cage as I whisper back, "It's what boys have that girls don't, honey.
When it's hard and long like this, it means it's happy." I could almost kick
myself for my lame excuse, but I sit back with the blood throbbing in my cock,
the room dark except for the quiet flicker of the t.v. screen, waiting to see
how she'll respond.

I hear a soft, "Oh." as she leans her head back on my chest, her small hand
caressing the head of my cock. I stifle a moan as she circles the ridge with
her fingertip, like she's tracing the shape of it. "What do girls have instead,
Uncle Mark?" she asks. She leans her head back to look up at me and I look into
those big, brown eyes, totally trusting. Clearing my throat, I rasp out, "Girls
have a smaller button instead, but it feels just as good when it's happy. If
you'd like, I can show you, honey."

Her so-soft fingers still playing with my cock she nods solemnly, "Ok, show
me." I place my hand on her flat stomach and whisper in her ear, "To show you,
Bree, I have to take off your panties, is that ok? If it's not ok, I want you
to tell me." She doesn't even hesitate before nodding. Looking over her
shoulder, I watch in the dim light as my fingers reach into the elastic of her
cotton panties and pull them past her slim hips, past her knees, and then off,
tossing them to the floor. Her legs still spread and my cock now making contact
with bare skin above, it jerks involuntarily between her legs, making her
giggle. I giggle with her and start to move my hand down to her soft, hairless
mound. I cover it lightly with my hand, feeling it's warmth. I press my lips
against her ear and tell her that her button is down where my hand is, inside a
little more, can I show her? Again she nods, and leans back more into me, my
eyes glued to my hand as my finger parts her velvety smooth, hairless pussy
lips, tracing a line up and down. I hear Bree sigh again and, worried, ask if
she's ok. "It's nice, Uncle Mark," she whispers.

Emboldened, I bring my finger to my lips and wet it, placing it between her
baby-soft pussy lips once again. I stroke down first, finding her small hole
with the tip of my finger, amazed at the heat there. I wiggle the tip in just a
little and she giggles again, squirming on my finger. My cock is now leaking
pre-cum onto my thigh as I bring my finger back up to my mouth, tasting her
sweetness on it and wetting it again. I slowly stroke my finger up, until I
find her little nub of a clit. Hesitating only a second, I slowly begin to
stroke it in little circles. Bree sighs and presses harder back against me. My
cock is hard as it's ever been between her pussy lips, caressed by them. I
stroke Bree's clit, listening to her breathing get heavier and deeper.

Rising my hips up, her body tight on mine, I use my free hand to slide my pants
and boxers down to my knees, out of the way. I lay back down and use my legs to
kick them off completely, my left hand in Bree's hair, my right still softly
stroking her hard little clit. I whisper to her, "Is it still nice, Bree? Or do
you want me to stop?" She responds with a soft, mumbled, "Mmmm Hmmmm, nice,
Unc' Mark," and spreads her slim legs wider, until they're falling to the
outside of mine in the chair. I can see my hard cock throbbing, sticking
straight out underneath her pussy, and as I slide my hips forward, I feel
something wet along the shaft. Surprised, I take my finger from her clit and
slide it down to her small, hot hole, finding that Bree's actually becoming wet
and lubricated. 'Jesus,' I think to myself, 'I didn't know kids this age could
get turned on like this...'

The discovery makes my breath come faster as I collect the moisture in my
fingertips, which are now gliding wetly through her soft cunny lips. I bring my
finger to my lips, licking the taste of Bree onto my tongue, and I shudder as
my cock gives another throb. She giggles, and reaches up to bring my hand back
to her pussy, her small hand covering mine as I slide it back between her hot,
smooth lips. Taking my forefinger, I find her sweet little hole and press a
little, feeling the tightness as it slides in just a bit. I press my cheek to
the side of her head, her hair soft on my cheek, and watch the sight of my
finger exploring her hole in the semi-darkness. With her moisture and a little
pressure, my finger manages to get in to the first knuckle, tightly grasped by
her soft vaginal walls. "Ooooh, " Bree whispers, "That's nice too, Uncle Mark,"
and strokes the back of my hand with hers, her fingertips occasionally brushing
the dripping, swollen head of my cock. I begin working my finger back and
forth, in and out slowly only to the first knuckle, the sensation of that tight
little cunny on my finger making my head spin. I use my thumb to caress her
clit as I move my finger in and out of her, my hips rocking my cock between her
thighs. Bree moans a little and I suddenly realize she is rocking too, her body
in my lap moving back and forth. I hear her gasp a little and shiver, her cunny
clenching super tight on the tip of my finger, like a vise. I barely have a
moment to think to myself, 'Did she just cum???' when the very thought sends my
cum boiling up from my balls, exploding in orgasm all over my thighs and her
legs. Rope after rope of thick cum shoots from my cock as I hold Bree tightly
in my lap, groaning with pleasure.

Heart beating furiously, head spinning, I lay back clutching Bree tightly,
kissing the top of her head, my arms now wrapped around her chest. Bree nuzzles
with me as my heartbeat slowly returns to normal, and I jerk as I feel her
small fingers on my thigh, touching the gobs of cum there. She turns sideways a
little to face me, holding her hand up, and I can see my jizz on her
fingertips. "What's this, Uncle Mark?" she asks, and as I look down at her to
explain, I see a small drop of cum on her lower lip and in the corner of her
mouth. My God, she tasted it! Unbelievable, my cock begins to swell and
lengthen already at the thought of little Bree licking my cum from her fingers.
I swipe the drop from her mouth and press my finger against her lips, and she
sucks it, making me groan as my cock jerks again to hardness.

"It's cum, Bree," I choke out, smiling, "It's what happens to a man when
someone makes him feel very, VERY wonderful, like you just did to me." Bree
ponders this and says, "But you made ME feel wonderful, too, Uncle Mark, and I
didn't make any cum like that." I smile at her and stroke her cheek, "Girls cum
different, Bree, see how wet you are between your legs? That's a girl's version
of how a man cums." Bree turns in my lap, now facing me, and pulls her
nightshirt under her chin, her hand reaching down to spread her pussy lips and
look. I watch mesmerized as her fingers probe her bare pussy, bringing her hand
up glistening wet. I playfully grab her hand and lick her fingers, making her
giggle. My cock is at full staff in front of her and, distracted, she reaches
out with both hands to grasp it as she kneels across my thighs. I close my eyes
as her two little hands rub up and down my thick shaft, rubbing her thighs
under my palms. Bree whispers, "Am I making you feel nice, Uncle Mark?" and I
open my eyes to see this angelic little girl smiling at me, both hands holding
onto my throbbing cock. "You're making me feel incredible, Bree," I whisper,
"And I want to make you feel good too.... Can we take your nightshirt off?" I
unbutton my dress shirt, letting it fall open, to show her that I'll get
undressed, too. She nods and removes her hand from my cock, pulling her
nightshirt over her head and draping it over the side of the chair. I shrug out
of my shirt, and reach forward to stroke her smooth, flat chest, her little
dark nipples the size of dimes, this beautiful, naked little girl in my lap. I
want to plunge my cock so bad into that tight little hole it's unbearable.

My thumbs brush against her nipples, and I tug on them softly, feeling them
harden to little nubs at my touch. She sighs and smiles, whispering, "That
makes me all tingly 'down there'". I smile back at her and move my hands to her
back, caressing the soft expanse of skin, down to grasp her small, soft
buttocks in my palms. I give a playful squeeze, and she giggles. Moving my
hands forward to her thighs, I caresses her there as well, hearing Bree coo
with pleasure. I look to her face and her eyes are closed, softly smiling, her
hands reaching out to my cock. Her small, hairless pussy is right in front of
me. Gently, using both hands I stroke her pussy lips, then part them slowly,
exposing this gorgeous, pink pussy to my eyes, still glistening with moisture.
Bree spreads her legs wider at my touch, and I slide my finger just between her
pussy lips, wetting it, and circle it around her hard clit. My cock throbbing,
I watch my fingertip rub and stroke this perfect, pink clit, and whisper, "You
like this ok, Bree?" She nods and murmurs, "Yah, Uncle Mark, I like it
alot...." her hands more holding my cock for support more than anything else. I
reach around behind her and scoop some of the still-fresh cum from my thigh and
spread it around her little hole, then push inside a bit. More lubricated than
before, I manage to get to the first knuckle somewhat easily. Her hot walls
inside feel as though I've got my finger caught in one of those Chinese finger
trap devices from when I was a kid, though eminently more enjoyable.

Fascinated, I push a little more, her pussy sucking tightly on my finger, only
getting a little further than that first knuckle. Bree whispers, "It's nice,
Uncle Mark, but I think fingers don't fit too good there." I stroke my
fingertip in and out slowly and tell her, "You'd be surprised, Bree, you can
stretch down there. Not only can a finger fit, a man can, too." I put my other
hand over hers on my cock, to show her what I meant. She rocks a little back on
my finger and pets the shaft of my cock. "This fits inside me?" she asks,
seemingly thrilled by the concept. "And then all that cum stuff goes in, not
out?" My cock throbs, and my finger rests inside of her. "Yes, Bree, it makes a
man feel even MORE wonderful than what you did before. But it's for when you're
a little older." She thinks for a moment, then squeezes my cockhead in her
hand. "Can we at least try, Uncle Mark? I bet it's fun."

Oh, shit.

My cock triumphed over my head. I remove my hand from Bree's pussy and swing
the leg rest down, scooping Bree's naked little body in my arms and striding
toward the bedroom, my cock jutting out in front of me. "Yes, we can try,
Bree," I say, covering her face in kisses as we enter the bedroom. I turn on a
small lamp and sit Bree on the bed. I grab my bottle of lube from the
nightstand and lay down next to Bree on my back, my cock raging and pointing
straight up. I tell Bree to hold out her hand and I squeeze some of the lube
into it, and she watches, fascinated. "Now, honey, rub that on Uncle Mark where
he feels nice." She clambers to her knees at my side and strokes the lube onto
my cock, the head, my balls. Her hands glide with the lube and I bite my lip,
desperately trying to hold back at the sight of this naked little girl lubing
up my cock. I squeeze a little more lube on my cock, dribbling it over her
fingers, and she laughs, catching the rivulets and stroking me more.

I grasp her by her waist and pull her on top of me, her legs spread wide,
sitting just below my cock. I'm enthralled by the site of her smooth, bare skin
across my rough, hairy legs. I pour some lube into my own hand and caress her
soft, naked mound with it. Bree smiles and watches as I part her lips, then
sighs deeply as I alternately stroke her clit and slide a finger inside her a
little, spreading the lube around. She strokes my cock, eyes closed, as I work
my finger back and forth, trying to stretch her a little. I finally get my
finger in to the second knuckle, amazingly tight, when I feel the rubbery
resistance of her hymen. I stop moving my finger, allowing her to stretch out
around me. I begin to have second thoughts, musing to myself 'There's no way my
cock is gonna get in there!' when she pushes down a little on my hand, by
finger stopped by the presence of her hymen. I open my mouth to tell her to
stop when she suddenly presses down hard, not understanding the implications,
thinking she's helping me and enjoying her game. "Ohhhhhhh!" She moans in pain
as my finger tears through her maidenhead, shredding it, sliding in to the
hilt.

She lets out a little sob, and I hold her with my free arm, bringing her to lay
on my chest, my other hand careful not to move in her now-violated pussy and
cause her any more pain. My finger is throbbing from the tightness, and I can
feel the silky touch of her cervix against my finger tip. "Shhhhhh, babygirl,
it's all right. It won't hurt anymore. That was the only time it'll hurt, ok?"
I caress her back as she lays sniffling on my chest, sucking her thumb, her
warm stomach pressed against my throbbing cock. I kiss the top of her head and
slide my thumb up to lightly stroke her little clit, my finger still buried
inside her but not moving. Her pussy is slick with lube, and I alternately
stroke her clit and lightly trace the lips, listening to her sniffles lessen in
frequency and intensity. I begin to rub my thumb in constant little circles
around her clit, feeling her pussy ripple on my finger, and I hear Bree give a
little, whispered, "Oh..." and wiggle on on chest.

"Does that feel better, baby?" I ask. "Ummm Hmmm, Uncle Mark," she whispers,
"Much, much better. The burny feeling's going away now...." I continue to
stroke her clit softly, but faster, listening to her breath come in little
pants. I slowly begin to move my finger out of her pussy and she stiffens, then
relaxes when the anticipated pain doesn't come. I slide my finger slowly,
almost out of her pussy, then back in just as slowly, feeling for all the world
like a little mouth sucking on my finger. I can feel tiny beads of sweat on her
forehead as she lays on my chest, my cock aching underneath her, as she presses
down on my hand, more confident now. I continue my attentions as I hear her
gasp, "Oh...oh....oh....." and her pussy grabs my finger like a vise, rippling.
'My God, she came again,' I think, gritting my teeth not to lose my own
control, wanting this to last.

Picking her head off of my chest, Bree smiles at me, her pretty brown eyes
wide, her hair mussed. "You made me feel wonderful again, Uncle Mark. But you
didn't get to feel wonderful yet!" I smile back at her and wiggle my finger
lightly in her pussy, and she giggles and wiggles back. "Oh, I feel plenty
good, Bree. But... Do you still want to try what we talked about before?" I
bring her hand to my cock to remind her. She touches my cock head and strokes
her finger across the drop of pre-cum there, bring it to her lips. Sucking on
her finger, she smiles and nods. Jesus, I almost blew my load right then and
there.

I gently raise her up under her arms, her legs spread across my thighs. I brush
my thumbs across her little nipples as I move her over my cock, positioning her
above. I reach to hold the base of my cock, pointing it just at the entrance of
her hole. "You take your time, Bree. And if you don't like it, we can stop.
Whenever you're ready, you just start to sit down a little, ok? But slowly..
Don't try to go too fast." The very sight of her kneeling over my cock, looking
down, this naked little girl concentrating so hard... it almost makes me
explode. Slowly, pressing her hands onto my hips for balance, Bree starts to
slide down, the fat, swollen head of my cock just pressing at her hot, very wet
hole. I close my eyes and release my hold on my cock, savoring the feeling of
this soft, hot pussy pressed against me, my hands lightly holding Bree's slim
hips. "Go slow, baby, we have all day." I whisper, heart racing, fighting the
urge to slam my cock up and rip into that tight pussy.

Bree bites her lip in her teeth with exertion as she presses down a little
more, and I gasp as my cock head slowly starts to enter her soft, incredibly
tight pussy. The lube had made movement possible, but it's such a tight fit I
feel as though she could snap the head off with her muscles. I hold her still
with my hands and rock her back and forth just on the head, stretching her out
just a bit. Bree moans a little, whispering, "It's nice," before I can even ask
if she's ok. Unbearably excited now, I choke out, "Can you take more, Bree?"
She answers buy pushing down a little more, and my cock slides slowly in
another inch, then a little more. I look up to see another 4 inches of hard
cock still left outside her body and wonder if she can take it all, when she
suddenly sits down on my cock, gasping as all of the air leaves her lungs and
my cock is buried fully inside her pussy, a velvet vise. I hold her tight by
the hips, holding her there, croaking, "Are you ok, Bree?" as I fight the cum
boiling in my balls. Her pussy lips are stretched obscenely around the base of
my shaft. She raises her head and smiles at her, her eyes half closed. "It's
REALLY nice, Uncle Mark," she says, her hands roaming my stomach and chest as
she sits impaled in my cock.

That does it. I can't hold back too much longer.

Grasping Bree around the waist, I keep her pressed on my cock as I turn us both
over, so that she's laying on her back. Fully embedded in her, I lean on one
elbow and use the other hand to slowly stroke her clit. I brush my lips across
her eyelids, her nose, her lips. I trace my tongue along her lips as I slowly
begin to move my cock inside of her, short, gentle thrusts. She sighs against
my mouth, and I start to lose control. I begin fucking her with long, hard
strokes, her pussy so tight it's like a fist, my cock head slamming against her
cervix, her body bouncing on the bed. I look down to watch my fat cock violate
this small, stretched pussy, and the sight fuels me forward. I am entranced by
the vision of me inside her, and I am now pounding her, fucking her like I
would a grown woman, nothing on my mind but that tight, hot pussy clenching my
cock. I hear Bree start to moan and block it out, too feverish now to worry if
I'm hurting her. I fuck her hard, the best pussy I've ever entered, feeling the
stirrings of orgasm. My body slaps against hers, my cock swelling even more,
making the friction almost unbearable.

I'm thrusting hard into Bree when I hear her moan, "Ooooh, s'nice..." and I
lose control. My cock explodes with a shuddering orgasm, jet after jet of hot
cum shooting deep inside of her. With so little room, even as I continue to cum
it leaks out the sides of her hole around my shaft, running in rivulets. I
continue to thrust slowly, trembling, lightheaded with the force of the orgasm.
I slow down my thrusts and then stop, my softening cock pressed deep inside of
her. I cover her face in kisses, holding her tight. Rolling onto my back,
keeping her pressed to my chest, Bree sleepily whispers, "Was I wonderful for
you, Unc' Mark?" I kiss the top of her head and stroke her silky hair as I
whisper back, "You were the best, Bree. The total best, the most wonderfulest
girl in the world." Bree curls up on my chest and sighs happily, her thumb
finding her mouth as she falls asleep, my cock still inside of her. My
breathing finally returns to normal and I lean over to switch off the light,
plunging the room into darkness. I hold Bree tight to my chest as I fall
asleep.

BRAAAAAAAAAANG!!!

Jesus Fucking Christ, what IS that? I startle awake to realize it's only the
phone, groaning as my head falls back on the pillow. I reach out my arm and
touch something. Stunned, I see Bree curled up naked on her side next to me,
her thumb in her mouth, dried cum on her thighs. The events of the night before
come crashing back in my memory and my cock immediately begins to stiffen. Then
my answering machine finally picks up.

"Hello? Hello? Mark, it's Carrie! Pick up! You there? Well? Hello? Oooh, I hate
these machines. Oh, well, ok, so you're not there. Although knowing you, you're
still mad at me. You always did hold silly grudges. The trip has been such a
success! Darling Tom is just the life of the party here, you know! This has
been wonderful, I wore the Ann Taylor I picked up in Milan this Spring with my
Dolce........... Well, anyway, we won't be back until late Sunday. I'm sure
Bree is behaving, now don't you go spoiling her, and you give her a kiss from
her Mommy. Byeeeeeeee." Click.

I lean over to Bree, smelling her hair, thinking, 'Sure, Sis. Sure I'll give
Bree a kiss for you...'

[To Be Continued.......???]

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