Living With Uncle John Ch. 03byGoldeniangel©
Author's Note: This story does not contain actual intercourse, it has MF oral sex and masturbation with elements of Non-Consent/Reluctance. Enjoy!
Uncle John left Brenda alone for a few days after spanking her sweet bottom and getting a hand job from her... at first she was very wary of him, but as he didn't do anything strange she relaxed again. Now her pussy clamored for attention sometimes, when she was on her own, but she felt like it would be wrong and dirty for her to touch herself there... her mother had always told her that her place down there was gross. Only a husband should touch her there, and only to make babies... of course, that wasn't stopping her from thinking about how good Uncle John had made her feel there. She hadn't even known that was possible.
Now that John felt like his niece was relaxing around him again, he started looking for another opportunity to play with her young body.
One morning, when she was in the shower, he decided to take advantage of it. When he opened the door she was obviously very startled. Peeking her head around the shower curtain and seeing her Uncle, Brenda asked, "Uncle John? What are you doing?"
"Hey sweetheart," he said, "I'm in a bit of a rush and my showerhead is broken, I need to just hop in there with you."
She felt a small rush of fear as he began pulling off her clothes, "It's ok Uncle John, I can get out."
"No, no," he said smiling, "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you. Besides, it's been awhile since I've had someone help me wash."
It had been awhile for her too, her mother had stopped bathing her as soon as she was sure that Brenda could handle being in a shower on her own. She wanted very much to protest, but it was Uncle John's house, and he was pulling back the shower curtain and climbing in before she could even say anything. This was the first time that he'd ever seen her completely naked, and John couldn't help his eyes from lingering on Brenda's sweet, young pussy. His cock began to swell a bit as he brushed by her into the spray of water.
"Really, Uncle John," she said almost pleadingly, "I think it might be better if I got out."
Brenda was trying to cover herself with her hands and not doing a very good job of it.
"Nonsense," he said, "At least, you can't go before washing my back, I can never quite reach all of it."
Smiling, he handed her a bar of soap and turned his back to her. Without his eyes on her and that swollen dick that he'd made her fist earlier that week, Brenda felt a little better. So she stepped forward and began soaping his back, eager to finish and get out of the shower. Uncle John smiled as she hurriedly rubbed his back with soap, then he turned around.
"Thank you so much Brenda, here how about I return the favor."
"But..." she didn't get more than the one word out before Uncle John was taking the soap from her hands and turning her around.
But instead of just using the bar of soap on her body, he was rubbing the soap onto his hands and then smoothing them over her body. Brenda trembled a little as his hands came around her sides, touching the curves of her breasts. She tried to hold her arms tightly against her sides, but then his hands just traveled down to her ass and slid between her legs.
"I think I'm clean now," she said quickly, stepping into the spray of water to rinse herself off.
"Almost," said Uncle John, and now he was blatantly looking at her pussy and frowning.
"What's wrong?" Brenda asked, startled by his expression.
Shrugging his shoulders, Uncle John replied, "Well, it's not very clean there with all that hair. I wouldn't something to happen to you when we could prevent it... I think we need to make sure you have better hygiene."
And before Brenda could protest he was kneeling in front of her and rubbing soap into the hair just above her pussy... it felt good.
"Please stop," she asked, wanting to back away but having no where to go in the small confines of the shower.
"Now Brenda, your mother told me to take care of you, and that includes your health." Uncle John pulled out the razor that she'd just used to shave her legs and began to shave her pussy.
"Oh god..." whispered Brenda, closing her eyes against the sight of her mound being shorn, smooth skin appearing underneath the razor's edge. John's cock jerked as he shaved his niece, spreading her thighs to get to all the hairs. She was becoming completely vulnerable to him, and her pussy was glistening and pink... he knew that she wanted him to touch it.
Indeed, her pussy was feeling even more sensitive without its covering of hair, and there was something that did feel good about Uncle John touching her there. His fingers slid along her slit and Brenda's eyes popped open.
"Are you done?" she asked, frantically trying to think of something to say that would make him stop.
"I'm just making sure that I got all of them," Uncle John said, smiling up at her through the water as he started to rub her pussy with his fingers. He could see that her nipples were hard, even though the water in the shower was very hot, so he knew that she was very turned on. Brenda shivered, his fingers on her rubbery flesh felt very good... it made her heat up from the inside, a fire that had nothing to do with the warm temperature of the water.
Leaning back against the ceramic tile of the shower, Brenda felt her Uncle's fingers exploring her cleft, his hot breath on her thigh. She was about to ask him to stop again when his tongue flicked out and licked along the center of her slit, making her gasp and completely forget her question. He did it again, and then he pressed forward and upward, his mouth meeting her pussy and sucking on the tender flesh.
Brenda gasped and quivered above him, feeling her knees weaken as the most incredible sensations spiraled in her body. One of Uncle John's hands was on her thigh, keeping her legs spread, but the other reached up and began to squeeze her breasts, pinching her hard rubbery nipple with his fingers. She moaned as he rolled the tender bud between his fingers, his tongue sliding into her virgin pussy hole.
She was sweet on his tongue, her body incredibly responsive to his touch, and John chuckled as he felt her responding... he laved her wetness with his tongue, nibbling at her soft flesh and sucking on her most tender and intimate spots. Brenda gasped and moaned, unable to find her voice, not even knowing whether or not she wanted him to stop... it was so wrong, she knew it was wrong. The pleasure was wrong because her mother had told her it was, and something told her that because it was her Uncle creating these sensations in her that it was even worse.
John squeezed her pert breast harder as he ate her out, sucking the cream from her pussy as she wriggled above him. The heat from the shower was overpowering as their bodies responded to lust, and he managed to move his hand on her thigh so that the tip of his finger could penetrate her body as he sucked on her clit. Brenda screamed with sudden ecstacy as his mouth sucked the tiny nub between his lips, rolling it with his teeth.
The shower echoed with her ecstatic shrieks as she came, juices pouring into his mouth and over his finger... only his hand on her thigh and breast were holding her up as she writhed with pleasure.
When she sagged, her voice hoarse, John let her go, and she slowly slid so that she was kneeling in front of him. Seeing her there, like that, he stood and began jerking off, his hand sliding over his wet cock, the taste of his niece's pussy in his mouth. Wide eyes looked up at him, innocent eyes... and he began to cum all over that sweet, naive face. Spurts spattered her cheeks and lips, hitting her small breasts... water ran over her washing it away almost instantly, except for some that had gotten in her hair.
"Thank you Brenda," he said, gasping a little as his cock softened in his hand. She looked up at him, uncomprehending still. Smiling, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off.
Not a minute after he left the bathroom, the water turned off and he could hear his niece moving around in there. Part of him wanted to go in and dry off with her, see if he could find more pleasures with her body, but the time spent with her in the shower really had put him in a position where he had to rush.
Later that day Brenda went into her Uncle's bathroom and turned on the shower. The showerhead worked just fine. Staring soberly at it, she wondered what on earth was going on...
Her sheltered upbringing had not prepared her for men in any way, especially not the kind of man her Uncle was. Confused, she went downstairs, wondering if Uncle John had lied to her... or maybe the showerhead just hadn't worked that morning. Maybe there had just been something wrong with it. Surely that was it.