Consequences Ch. 05

Author's Note: Thank you to Seducreader for this story idea! I hope you're enjoying the read!

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After the shared masturbating session and my drunken, blatant indiscretion, I avoided Uncle Max as much as I could for the rest of the week. I did my homework on my bed, stayed out of the house as much as possible, and when I did see him I said nothing. Neither did he. But he also didn't seem the least bit disturbed, unlike me. The cute guy from the party, Kris, called me on Tuesday and again on Thursday. After the way things had gone down last weekend I didn't want to go out this weekend so I made some excuses and we ended up making a date for next Friday.

During this time I was hiding something else: my growing attraction to my Uncle. It freaked me out. Obviously I wasn't the good girl that everyone had thought I was if I could be hiding such perverse desires. That knowledge shook me and made me wonder a lot of things about myself. What on earth had happened that I had become so slutty in front of my Uncle? That the threat of his spanking turned me on?

It was more my own anxiety about what my feelings meant that kept me on my best behavior than his threat of a spanking. Because to be honest, I couldn't stop fantasizing about what it would be spread over his lap, having his hand come down hard on my bare butt. When he was in the shower I would peek out of my bedroom door, waiting for him to finish and walk to his bedroom with a towel around his waist, checking out his body. Half hoping he would catch me. I avoided him seeing me, but I saw more of him than he realized. I was getting better at spying.

Whenever I masturbated I pretended I was back on the couch, spread open and writhing in front of my Uncle, picturing him whacking off onto my young pussy. I knew it was sick but I couldn't help myself. I was losing interest in my studies and I was spending most of my afternoons out with Dana, trying not to think about my Uncle, before coming home and shoveling dinner in my mouth then fleeing to my room. Anytime his eyes were on me I got aroused, so after dinner I usually masturbated before doing my homework on my bed. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as doing it at the kitchen table, but at least I wasn't having to face my own perversity either.

When the day of my date with Kris finally came I couldn't get too excited about it. I don't know why. He was a nice enough guy, I had fun talking to him at the party and making out, and we'd had a couple really good phone conversations, but I just wasn't feeling it anymore. Kind of hadn't been feeling it since I'd started hardcore fantasizing about Uncle Max. But I needed to stop doing that, so I did my best to psych myself up about the date.

Fortunately Uncle Max was running late from work, so when he called I just told him that I was going out for the evening (didn't mention with who). I was expecting him to tell me to be home by 11, but he just said that he had some plans tonight too. Good, so maybe I could keep avoiding him. Although I had to stamp down on the green eyed monster inside me that wanted to demand who he was going out with and what he was planning on doing with her. It wasn't any of my business and I shouldn't care. I definitely shouldn't be feeling jealous.

I made sure to dress up pretty for Kris, taking extra time with my hair and make-up, as if I was putting on a show of how interested I was in him - or, really, how NOT interested I was in playing more perverse games with Uncle Max.

Dinner was boring. It was like all of the topics of conversation that we could go through together had already been used up over the phone. After dinner we went out to his car and he asked if I knew a good place where we could go to be alone and showed me the bottle of vodka he had in his car. Sure. My place. Uncle Max wasn't going to be home for awhile. Kris was a lot more fun after a few drinks, I already knew that, and I was feeling like living a little more dangerously. Recklessly. Plus this way I could rebel against Uncle Max's stricture against drinking and he'd never know. I'd kick Kris out at 9:30 and go to bed. I felt triumphant with my plan.

Kris and I settled into the living room with the vodka and some coke chasers. After the first couple of shots the conversation started flowing a lot more naturally. We teased and flirted, and he tickled me and the next thing I knew he was lying on top of me, his knee between my thighs, my skirt riding up. Then he kissed me. He was a really great kisser and I was feeling good and buzzed, so I kissed him back. I could feel his erection pressing into me. Everything was kind of academic for me until I started imagining that Chris was my Uncle Max, holding me down on the couch and rubbing the thick length of his meat against my thigh. Then my pussy started really creaming and I humped it on Kris' leg, getting some good friction as my clit was squashed between my body and his thigh.

Just like last week the alcohol was making me feel good and hot, especially with my eyes closed pretending it was my Uncle on top of me. I moaned and humped as pleasure coursed through me. Kris was on top of me, groaning and pressing the thick ridge of his erection into my belly. That was hot.

At least, it was until suddenly there was shouting and Kris was jumping away from me. My reaction time wasn't doing so great after four shots and it took me a minute to realize that Kris had already vacated the premises and my Uncle Max was looking at me with a rage like I've never seen before.

Caught.

I should have gotten a sinking sensation in my stomach. I should have been terrified. I should have been begging and pleading for forgiveness.

Instead, I got wetter. My thighs pressed together to give my clit some friction as I stared up at my Uncle. My heart was pounding in my chest, but not for the right reasons. I was excited. I was hoping that he'd seen the alcohol I'd drunk. I was hoping for my promised spanking. As my Uncle advanced on me I suddenly realized what a terrible idea prodding him was. Even my boozy brain could see that right now, but it was too late. He looked absolutely livid, a dangerous hulk of a man that little girls shouldn't be playing with.

"I'm sorry!" I blurted out. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I don't know what I was thinking... I'm a good girl, I am, I promise, I won't ever do it again!"

"All evidence to the contrary," my Uncle gritted out between clenched teeth. "Stand up Jenny."

I stood. He was so close to me. I could practically feel the heat emanating off of his body as he moved around me and sat down on the couch.

"Over my lap. Now."

My pussy clenched. I wanted it. I was terrified of it. Fantasizing about my Uncle's hands being on me and having them on me were too very different things. 'All evidence to the contrary.' His voice floated through my mind. No, I wasn't really a good girl, was I? Not anymore. I drank even though I was only 19. I brought a boy home and was making out with him on the couch. I deliberately disobeyed my Uncle's orders. And worst of all, I was constantly thinking about my Uncle sexually. No, I wasn't a good girl at all anymore. He was right.

I should be punished.

I lay across his lap, trying not to think about how good it felt to be there. Uncle Max was hard too, something I hadn't noticed until my side was pressing against his crotch. Either seeing me and Kris make out had turned him on or he was getting hot about the spanking. The hem of my skirt flipped up and he yanked my panties down. I moaned. I couldn't help it. I was so turned on.

"Just like I thought. There's a dirty slut underneath that good girl exterior, isn't there?" Uncle Max asked me, his hand coming to rest on the cheek of my ass, caressing it. I shivered and moaned again. I didn't want to admit to being a dirty slut, even if it was true. "I'll have to find a better punishment for you than a spanking next time you misbehave, you obviously wanted one too badly for it to be real discipline. But that's what was promised, so that's what you're getting tonight."

Despite his firm words, his tone wasn't at all harsh, and when I lifted my hips slightly, pushing my ass in the air in invitation, he actually chuckled. That didn't stop him from smacking my ass hard enough to make me cry out in pain.

SMACK! CRACK! THWAP!

His forearm pressed down on my back, keeping me in place as he spanked me. I could feel the skin on my butt turning red and hot from the beating, even as my pussy got more and more creamy. The smell of my arousal filled the room and I could feel the juices practically running down my thighs. Even though it was starting to hurt like heck, I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting upwards after each one, my body asking for another.

By the time Uncle Max was done he was practically panting and my face was tear streaked, my pussy on fire with heat and need. I felt wildly wanton, the way I had the weekend we'd masturbated for each other. Was it just the alcohol, or was there a sinful woman inside me, one who wasn't at all concerned with being a good girl?

Sliding me off of his lap, Uncle Max put me on my knees in front of him. Quickly he unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing erection. I reached out for it, forgetting myself, and then stopped, looking up at him like a mouse looks at a hawk. Uncle Max nodded.

"Go ahead. Touch it. I think it's time you learned a lesson about fooling around with boys too."

Uncle Max's cock was thick. Hot. Velvety soft around an inner rod of steel. I was completely transfixed, moving my hand up and down. Uncle Max scooted forward on the couch, giving me more access as I stroked him, his hands reaching into my top and touching my boobs.

"Boys like girls, Jenny. They like to touch them. They like to kiss them. They like to be touched by them. Keeping stroking, that's very nice. Boys are going to take little girls like you out and they're going to kiss you and stroke you and get you all hot and bothered just like you are now."

I was nodding, letting his words flow over me as I moved my hand up and down his shaft. Feeling him touching my breasts had me getting even hotter as he felt me up. Unlike the boys I'd played with before his touch was confident, sure. Brushing his thumbs across my hard nipples he had me squirming for him. I pumped his cock harder, wishing it was in me.

His voice got lower, almost a growl. "Boys are going to do all of this. And then when you make them feel good..." his voice trickled off and a blast of hot cum shot in my face as his fingers clamped down around my nipples. I let out a gasp of shock and the next spurt of cum got partially in my mouth. I closed it immediately, not wanting him to see how much I enjoyed the taste of his cream. How decadently naughty it made me feel. I kept pumping his cock as he came, spattering me with his spunk. It felt dirty and wrong, and oh so right. Exactly what I wanted. Deep inside me there were dark desires that I'd apparently kept hidden from even myself, dark secrets that Uncle Max's presence had coaxed to the surface. Maybe I was a bad seed too.

When he was done cumming he released my nipples and they throbbed. Uncle Max gave me a superior look. "And then when the boys are done getting theirs, they leave you alone to take care of yourself."

With that he stood, knocking my hand from his shrinking cock and zipping up. I felt shocked. My face was covered in his cum, I'd just masturbated him to hardness, and he was going to leave me like this? In my heavily aroused condition? Is that really what boys did?

Hm. Well. Kind of. My experience with them. Uncle Max stood over me, staring down to see if I'd gotten the lesson. I licked my lips nervously, forgetting that there was cum on them. He liked that though, his eyes darkened with lust when he saw me do that even though he'd just cum.

"What do men do?" I asked softly.

Uncle Max's eyes glinted. "They take care of you too. Are you saying you'd like to be with a man tonight, Jenny?"

I nodded. My body wanted him. Uncle Max sat back down. "Come up here and straddle my lap, put your hands on my shoulders and don't move them."

Immediately I sprang up and got into the position that he wanted. Using his fingers Uncle Max wiped the cum from my face and fed it to me, making me lick and suck his fingers clean. I didn't mind at all. It made me feel sexy. With his other hand he was squeezing my tit, weighing it with his hand and stroking the soft flesh. I moaned, sucking hard on his fingers. The way I was positioned meant that my pussy was splayed over the open space between his thighs, meaning there was nothing for me to rub against.

Pulling his fingers from my mouth Uncle Max put that hand under my skirt, stroking the dampness of my cotton panties. I moaned again and tried to move my hips to rub myself against his hand, but he just spread his thighs wider, limiting my movement. The hand of my boob was like a suction cup, holding my upper body in place as he rubbed around the outside of my panties. My fingers were digging into his shoulders as he toyed with my body, that hawk's gaze on my face, watching every twitch and expression that I made. "You're so wet, Jenny," he said. "Are you a good girl?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Not tonight."

"Not a lot of nights apparently," he said. I glared at him and he laughed. I was good more nights than most. Alcohol just lowered my inhibitions and let that elusive bad girl inside of my out. I was starting to like letting her out. Pinching my nipple he gave me a look as I writhed for him. "You're very cute when you glare, but if you want to get off then you'll put a more pleasant smile on that pretty face of yours."

Immediately I changed my expression, letting the naughty girl out, and she gave him a little bit of a leer beneath lowered lashes. The good girl was still inside of me, horrified by my actions, by the flirting with my Uncle.

"That's better. You're such a hot little slut niece, Jenny," he said, and I shivered as he reminded me of our relation. Not that I could forget, but somehow hearing him say it just made it seem so much more real. So much dirtier. Slutty me like it. The Angel inside was revolted. Since my body needed to cum, my inner skank was definitely the one in charge. Uncle Max eased my panties to the side and started stroking my wet folds. "Such a hot little pussy."

I rocked back and forth on his lap, letting my head fall back as he circled his thumb around my clit, pushing a finger inside of me. "So fucking tight... I can feel you gripping my fingers."

The sexy words made me groan. Naughty girl liked it a lot, it made my body even hotter, the words drowning any protests that my good girl side were making. Uncle Max was pulling me down into a vortex of sin and lust with every thrust of his fingers into my young body, watching me hump his hand, moving on top of him like a complete slut. I reveled in this new side of myself, uncaring that I was grinding down on my Uncle.

"That's right Jenny, I want you to think about what it would feel like to have my cock inside this tight little hole," he said, twisting his fingers inside of me as I cried out, shaking on top of him. The orgasm that I could feel building was out of this world, better than any I'd ever given myself. Uncle Max was not only fingering me, he was putting images of us fucking in my head. Sinful. Wrong. Decadently erotic.

The palm of his hand pressed upwards, grinding against my clit as I rocked, his fingers curving inside of me to stroke my sweet spot. I cried out, my head falling back again as my orgasm surged. "FUCK! UNCLE MAX! I'M CUMMING!"

As soon as I said the words he pinched my nipple again, sending another surge of sensation through me. "FUCK!" Pleasure crashed through me as my cries of rapture echoed through the house, the forbidden ecstasy was an incredible high. I rode wave after wave of pleasure, thrusting my hips as my Uncle skillfully wrung pleasure from my body, showing me the difference between a boy and a man.

When it stopped he waited for me to come around, for the naughty side of me to subside. As my good girl started to rise up again he grinned at me, pushing his fingers in and out of my pleasure-soaked pussy a few more times. I had just had the best orgasm at my life, literally at my Uncle's hand. There was something seriously wrong with me. Especially because the good girl didn't win out right away. When he held his hand up to my face I licked every drop of my own pussy juice from his hand.

"Go to bed Jenny," he said, lifting my wrists. I hadn't removed my hands from his shoulders the entire time. Shaken, again, I fled. What was wrong with me? I felt like I had two personalities, the girl who knew better and the girl who wanted to play. Even worse, I wasn't sure which of them I liked better anymore.