Living With Uncle John Ch. 05byGoldeniangel©
Author's Note: This is a story purely of fantasy and is meant for enjoyment, not to be particularly realistic. This involves MF incestuous relations. Enjoy!
A very nice idea, that would allow him to enjoy himself to some extent every night.
The very next night, Brenda climbed into bed, feeling much more relaxed since nothing untoward had happened the day before or at all that day. Then, before she could even switch off her light, the door to her bedroom opened and Uncle John was standing there, smiling benignly.
"Uncle John!" she said, a little surprised, pulling her covers up as though her nightie didn't cover her entire body.
"Hello sweetie," he said, "I just came in to wish you good night and to check on your well being."
"I'm fine," said Brenda uncertainly, smiling her widest and hoping that this would be the end of it.
"No no," said Uncle John, "I need to check and make sure that you've been keeping up with your hygiene, I promised your mother."
Brenda blushed intensely because of course she hadn't been able to bring herself to shave down there, although she did admire the pouty look of her lips. And she'd been very naughty when she'd washed down there earlier in the shower... touching herself a little bit. But it just felt so good! Even though she knew it wasn't supposed to.
As soon as he saw her pink cheeks John knew that she hadn't shaved and his heart leaped a little in his chest.
"Come on now, pull down the covers and pull up your nightie so I can check on you."
Avoiding his eyes, Brenda slowly lowered the covers... John allowed her to move as slowly as she wanted. It was like a dirty little peep show. Impatient, as soon as the covers had passed her thighs he pulled them down and pulled up her nightie; Brenda gasped and tried to push her hands down to cover herself as he yanked down her panties. His dick was hard as rock in his pants as he stared at the sparse hair that was growing back on her mound.
"Alright Brenda," his voice was slightly hoarse, "Let's go to the bathroom."
Obediently, reluctantly, his niece followed him into the bathroom where he made her stand in the shower with her legs spread.
"Really Uncle John," She pleaded, "I can do it myself."
John shook his head as he lathered foam onto her mound, "If you'd done it yourself then you could have, but if you're going to leave it to me I have to make sure you're well taken care of."
Moaning a little as the razor touched her tender flesh, Brenda closed her eyes as her Uncle began to smooth her mound again, foam and hair scraped away delicately. With her eyes closed, she didn't have to look at the embarrassing excitement that was evident in his expression as he stared at her smooth pink pussy. As always, his tender ticklish touch made her wetten, her body responding to the gentle glide of the razor, her Uncle's warm breath on her inner thighs, and the firm hand that was cupping her buttock to hold her in place.
Because he was so close to her spread thighs, John could smell it immediately as his niece became aroused, her pussy's juices starting to leak from her excitement. The pheromones just made his cock twitch even more inside his pants, and he squeezed her buttock a little more firmly, kneading it with his fingers as he finished shaving her mound.
Brenda breathed a sigh of relief as her Uncle put the razor down and wiped her clean with a wet cloth. She felt just as naked and exposed, but at least it was over for the moment... but he didn't take his hand off of her buttock or rise from his kneeling position.
"Uncle John?" she asked, her voice uncertain. Surely they were done now that she was clean.
"I have to make sure you're totally clean," his voice was almost a whisper, and then it firmed, "I have to."
And Brenda gasped as he leaned forward and pressed his face into her pussy, both of his hands going behind her to grasp her young ass and pull her body to him. She instinctively put her hands onto his head to keep from falling, shuddering as his tongue slid between her pussy lips. Her hands gripped his hair convulsively with pleasure as he licked along the now smooth surface of her pussy lips and then slipped between them to taste her juices.
Uncle John pulled away from Brenda long enough to pull her out of the tub and lay her back on the floor, spreading her thighs with his hands. She was reluctant, but not nearly as much as she had been before... his tongue on her pussy had awakened a pressing need for fulfillment. Crouching between her legs, John studied his niece, his eyes taking in every soft curve, noting every place he wanted to touch.
Getting onto all fours above her, he leaned forward and kissed her lips, pressing his tongue between them. Brenda grimaced as she tasted herself on her Uncle's mouth, the musky sweet juices of her pussy filling her mouth as the kiss deepened. His hard cock rubbed against her tender thigh, making him wild with desire as the tip of his dick touched her wet pussy.
It was at that moment that her Uncle John lost all control.
Feeling his niece's open wetness, so easily accessible, John pushed forward, his hands tightening on her body as the first of inch of his dick pressed into her wetness. Brenda gasped, her back arching as he began to push into her... he was so wide it took her breath away as he began to force himself in.
"No! Uncle John, NO, Please!" she gasped, tears spilling from her eyes at the pain... but he was too far gone to hear her pleas.
A silken glove, caressing his cock as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her young body, her tightness gripping him and massaging. Brenda writhed underneath him, trying to close her thighs against the burning pain, but really just squeezing him tighter and making it even more pleasurable.
"Oh god..." she moaned as his hands found her breasts, squeezing her nipples tightly as he buried himself between her thighs, his dick an aching cramp in her belly as she was deflowered.
A strange mix of pain and pleasure spread through her body as his hands caressed her breasts and he began to pull out of her pussy, thrusting back in hard and enjoying the way her body jerked. Uncle John felt his dick deep within his niece, pushing into her body... he pulled all the way out, to where just the very tip of his dick was barely inside her pussy... and then began sliding back in. The wonderful feeling of entering her body... over and over again...
Brenda moaned and writhed, although her Uncle John wasn't exactly concentrating on her pleasure, his incredibly slow taking of her body made it easier for her to adjust. And the way that he ground himself against her as he hit home, her swollen clit pressing against his groin, sent shudders of pleasure through her with every thrust.
She felt incredibly violated and vulnerable, her own Uncle fucking her on the floor of the bathroom... but that fire that he always coaxed from her had returned. It made her press back up against him as he thrust into her body, whimper as he receded from inside her, and gasp with pleasure as he rammed home, although it also sent a spurt of pain through her as her delicate pussy was so roughly stretched.
As her silky wetness tightened around him, her young body moving against his, Uncle John felt more and more incensed with passion by the seduction of his niece. He began moving harder and faster, enjoying the way her cries sounded confused by pain and pleasure, hints of both in her voice and in her body. Biting down on her neck, he sucked on her tender skin, determined to make her on the outside the way he was going to inside her body...
Brenda's hands tightened on her Uncle's back, she didn't know if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer to her... every time he pressed home her insides jerked but her clit jumped. His hand tightened on her breast as he began to grunt, unable to concentrate on giving her a hickey as his balls began to tighten.
She whimpered as he thrust incredibly hard into her body and then began to rub himself between her legs, his cock swelling inside her and pulsing. As his body grinded against her swollen clit, his fingers tight on her nipples, Brenda thrashed as she began to cum, creaming herself on his cock. Uncle John groaned as that incredibly tight sheathe rippled around him, milking the cum from his cock and into her body...
Until he collapsed on top of her, completely spent.
Brenda whimpered... now that the pleasure was receding she could feel how very sore and strange it felt to have a cock inside of her, and she was very aware that her Uncle had probably just done something very wrong. She was incredibly ashamed that it had felt so good, and even though her Uncle kept stressing that her mother had asked him to take care of her... she felt fairly sure that this was something of which her mother would not approve.
Finally, Uncle John pulled himself up, and Brenda cried out as he pulled his softened cock from her body, everything hurt. Seeing his trembling niece, Uncle John gathered her up in his arms gently, stroking her hair and murmuring what a good girl she was as he carried her to the bedroom. He lay her down in the bed, still completely naked and cum started to leak from between her swollen pussy lips...
Uncle John smiled as he looked her over... he hadn't meant to deflower her so quickly, but he'd lost control... still she'd taken it very well. He let his fingers trail down to her pussy and stir the wetness there, Brenda whimpered, her facial expression betraying that she didn't know whether it hurt more than it felt good... two pink spots on her cheek told of her embarrassment. She curled into a ball, trying to cover herself.
Smiling, Uncle John pulled her blankets up.
He left the room, stopping in the door only to say, "Sweet dreams Brenda... I'll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast."
Brenda just looked back at him, eyes wide, and the dark bruise on her neck standing out against her pale skin.