Consequences Ch. 08

Author's Note: This is a reader request story. Also, I have received several requests for a chapter where Jenny tries to separate herself from her Uncle either by moving out, getting a boyfriend or just doing something else to show her independence / make him jealous. This chapter is probably the closest I'm able to get to that while staying within the parameters of the original reader's request. Enjoy!

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This might sound weird, but the forced incredible orgasms at the hand of my Uncle Max scared me straight. Mostly because, if I kept letting him play with my body the way I was and having that kind of ridiculously satisfying experience, how would another man ever be able to satisfy me? Especially one my age. If I didn't force myself away from my Uncle's gloriously perverted sexual escapades with me now then I knew I probably never would be able to.

After hemming and hawing over my decision for the next two weeks, my own sexual frustration growing as my pussy recovered and began to feel needy again, I decided that the best course of action was to have Kristopher over sometime when Uncle Max definitely wasn't going to be home and lose my virginity to him. Dana didn't have any idea what was going on with me and my Uncle, but when I told her that I was ready to pop my cherry to Kristopher, she was all for it. Not that she thought he was particularly special in any way, just that he was experienced and so he could probably make it good for me. She thought I'd been holding onto my virginity for far too long, considering that she'd lost hers several years ago. Sex was the only thing we couldn't really talk about. Well, and I couldn't tell her what was actually going on at my house or the real reason why I'd come to my decision.

It was about two and a half weeks after the amazing forced orgasms I'd had while my Uncle titty-fucked me when Kristopher came over. I know it sounds like a bad idea considering my track record, but he shared a place with several roommates and the time I'd tried to go over there to see him the place had smelled and we could hear them the entire time because the walls were so thin. Kristopher might not be someone I cared deeply about, but if I was going to lose my virginity then I wanted some kind of romance to it, without the background of a bunch of guys watching a football game, playing video games, or (worse) cat calling. I realized that my standards had lowered quite a bit since Uncle Max came to live with me, I used to dream about a romantic night of losing my virginity to my husband, but now I just wanted it gone before I got sucked further down the rabbit hole of depravity. Even the good girl side of me saw this as a compromise of sorts, keeping me out of my Uncle's bed.

Rather than risking having Kristopher over in the evening, we skipped class so that he could come over in the day while my Uncle was at work. There was no way he was going to come home from work early and catch us like he had the last time, Uncle Max never came home from work early. His schedule was one of the most reliable things about him and I was going to use that to my advantage.

Unfortunately I hadn't been able to buy any sexy underwear, since Uncle Max had curtailed my spending habits, but I put on a sexy little black dress with the sexy red bra and thong set that I'd shown off to my Uncle. Just putting them on made me feel aroused, and I tried to pretend that it was because Kristopher was coming over but deep down I knew it was because I was remembering my Uncle making me show off the lingerie to him and the way his hot breath had lingered on my pussy. I pulled the covers down on my bed to reveal the light blue sheets and decorated my room with candles. It might not be exactly the way I'd imagined it when I was just starting to think about sex, but I was definitely going to have a little romance in my life.

When Kristopher finally arrived I answered the door. He was looking pretty cute in a red and white patterned shirt and jeans, his eyes eagerly taking me in.

"You look great," he said, his gaze lingering on my cleavage. Okay so he didn't give me the visceral sexual reaction that my Uncle did, but I was feeling pretty amped up anyway.

"Thanks," I said, feeling almost shy as I led him through the house. "So um, do you wanna go up to my room?" What a question. Of course he did. What hot blooded 20 year old male wouldn't want sex?

"Sure," he replied, almost managing to sound nonchalant.

The candles around the room gave it a nice glow as I sat down on the bed, feeling a little nervous now that the moment was here. Kristopher grinned at me and climbed onto the bed behind me, pulling me on top of him. Being on top was a new experience, feeling like I had the control. It was nice even if it didn't send jets of passion running through me the way my Uncle did. Considerate.

So this might not be the sexiest moment of my life, even though I was about to have sex for the first time, but at least it wasn't going to be a bad moment either. I'd heard enough horror stories about painful first times to feel grateful for Kristopher's gentle hands caressing me as I kissed him. There might not be fires and sparks between us, but he wasn't related to me either. I deepened the kiss, trying to get some more passion running.

While I wasn't feeling any major arousal - at least not compared to what I knew I could do, the hardening bulge growing beneath me told me that Kristopher was definitely into what was going on. We got my dress off and he looked up in appreciation at my sexy underwear, his hands sliding up and cupping my breasts gently. Too gently. I moaned and pressed further into him, remembering the clamps that my Uncle had put on my nipples. Unfortunately the memory turned me on more than the man between my legs.

I rolled off of him, pulling him on top of me. That was a little better. Being on top made him feel a little more naturally aggressive and it helped that I obviously wanted him there. Kristopher took off his shirt and then my bra, kissing me and letting me feel the hot weight of his body, skin to skin. It was pretty sex and I was starting to get more into what we were doing as his hands ran down my sides, reaching under my thighs to grip my bare ass. He really liked that I was wearing a thong.

We were just getting Kristopher's pants off when my Uncle Max threw open the door and stormed in the room. I screamed bloody murder as Kristopher fell off of me and onto the other side of my bed. Grabbing the sheets I pulled them up over my body, even though it's not like anyone was seeing anything new.

"OUT!" Uncle Max bellowed at Kristopher. My would be lover was gone, leaving behind his shirt and me.

"You get out!" I glared at Uncle Max just as hard as he was glaring at me. For once I wasn't feeling at all intimidated or turned on by him. Well, maybe a little turned on, but I was ready to give as good as I got for once. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"You're mine," he said, yanking down the sheet, easily pulling it from my hands. I gasped. Why the hell did I find angering my Uncle Max to be so hot? Before I could even consider moving off of the bed he was on me, holding my wrists down on either side of my head, his hips pinning me beneath him. It was all I could do not to moan, I was so turned on.

"Screw you!" I said, trying to push up my hips to throw him off of me, but of course all that did was grind my thong covered pussy against his erection.

"That's my intention," he said, growling.

"NO!" I yelled and to my surprise, Uncle Max stopped, looking down at me. I guess for the first time he could tell I was really serious.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice soft and intent.

I bit my lip.

"Tell me Jenny or I'm going to fuck your pretty little brains out and I won't care if you're saying no."

"It's not fair," I said finally.

"What's not?"

"You fucked someone else." I practically spat the words at him, remembering my burning jealousy when he'd made me watch him do so.

For once I'd managed to truly surprise my Uncle, I could see it in his eyes. "You want monogamy?"

Okay well, he had a point, that was a little weird. I bit my lip again. How was I supposed to tell my Uncle that deep down, I didn't want either of us to fuck anyone but each other? Not even my naughty side was okay with that admission. But it didn't matter that I didn't say it, Uncle Max knew.

"I have... needs, Jenny," he said, lowering his mouth so that it lingered over mine. For the first time I realized that my Uncle and I had never actually kissed, despite everything else he'd done to my supple, young body. "If you are willing to take care of all of those needs for me then I won't be taking care of them with other women. Do we have a deal?"

I'm pretty sure the good girl side of me wanted to protest, but she was completely covered up by the naughty side of me which was jumping up and down in excitement. I wanted to know more about my Uncle's needs. I wanted to be his little sex toy, his slutty little niece that did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Deep down, I knew that's exactly what I wanted.

But could I really admit to that? Just having him lying on top of me, holding me down, had my heart pounding and the hungry itch between my legs burning. As nice as Kristopher had been, trying to have sex with him had also made me realize that I didn't feel for him anywhere near the kind of passion I did for my Uncle Max. Staring up into his demanding eyes, feeling the hard bulge of his erection against my pussy, his hips and hands holding me down to the bed, this was how I really wanted to pop my cherry. I didn't want romance or candles, I didn't want a gentle and fumbling lover. I wanted it hard and fast, dirty and rough, and I wanted it with my Uncle.

Licking my lips, hoping that I wasn't making the biggest mistake of my life, I nodded.

"Good girl," he said, and I thrilled to the words for about half a second before his lips descended. He didn't just kiss me, he raped my mouth with his tongue, his hips thrusting at me, still holding me down, and swallowing my cries of surprise and arousal. Pushing my hands above my head, he gripped my wrists in one hand, using the other to take his tie off. It took him no time at all to loop his tie around my wrists and tie me to the headboard of my own bed.

As he pulled away to take off his shirt, the candlelight flickered around us, in mockery of the lack of romance in this moment. My nipples were hard as little diamonds on my chest, pretty cherries on a mound of cream, and I could feel that I had soaked through my thong. Uncle Max shed the rest of his clothes and then pulled my panties from me. I obligingly spread my legs, moaning. Being tied down turned me on, made it easier for me to accept what was about to happen because I didn't have to worry about admitting that I wanted it. He was just going to do it and I could enjoy the ride.

"Such a pretty little slut," he said, his eyes mocking me since I'd spread my thighs without a touch or command for me. My pussy was weeping for him. I tugged at the tie around my wrists, gasping, as he lowered his mouth to my pussy. His hands slid under my legs and up my body, grabbing roughly at my breasts and squeezing them hard. With my legs draped over his shoulders, my arms tied above my head, I was completely helpless to the tongue lashing he was giving my pussy. I cried out in pleasurable pain as he pinched my nipples hard, twisting the poor buds back and forth and sending a burning sweep of rapture through me.

My hips gyrated up and down, pressing my pussy against his face, his mouth, his questing tongue that was sending me on shuddering waves of pleasure. I was about to crest that wave when suddenly he stopped. Crying out in protest, I pulled at my restraints again, but I didn't have much time to be upset when he was on top of me again, kissing me.

I could taste myself on his mouth, his tongue delving between my lips as his cock nudged at the entrance to my body. I was so wet that there was very little resistance, other than the tightness of my unused pussy. Fortunately I'd broken my own hymen while masturbating with a dildo, so there wasn't any sharp pain, just an ache in the way that you get when you're stretching a rarely used muscle. Uncle Max drank in my soft whimpers as he invaded me, his dick pressing deep inside my young body.

Feeling him inside me was incredible. Until I realized...

"Wait!" I cried out, wrenching my face away from his.

"It's a little late for that," he pointed out, rocking his hips against me where our bodies were joined. I groaned at the sensation of him jerking inside me, my insides tightening down around him as the motion caused him to press against my throbbing clit.

"No... I mean... protection," I managed to get out. "You aren't wearing a condom."

"I don't wear condoms, Jenny," Uncle Max said.

"I'm not on the pill!"

"Good."

And with that he began to thrust his hips back and forth into me. I struggled against the tie around my wrists, but I could already feel myself sinking into this world of perversions that my Uncle had created for me where the possibility of him impregnating me was sexy rather than awful. My young body arched beneath him as he curled above me and took a nipple into his mouth, biting into it, as I realized that taking care of my Uncle's needs was so going to go so far beyond anything I might have imagined. He alternated between my nipples, licking, biting and sucking at the tender buds and the flesh around them, leaving dark red marks on my breasts. Marking his possession.

Pleasure surged between my legs, my hips bumping up to meet my Uncle's thrusts as he plowed into me, taking me as hard as he liked because he knew that's how I would like it too. Instinctively I knew that anything I had done with Kris wouldn't have been this hot, this overwhelmingly good.

The sensation of my Uncle's surging cock into my body, feel of his skin against mine, was so wonderfully forbidden, so darkly taboo, and it reached inside me and filled my darkest desires.

"You're mine," Uncle Max said, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher. "My slut and you won't let another man touch you."

I shook my head, indicating that I would never. In fact, in that moment, I couldn't imagine ever wanting another man to. Uncle Max took me to heights of ecstasy that I wouldn't have ever thought possible.

"Say it," he demanded, fucking me hard into the mattress. "Say it."

"I'm yours!" I moaned and gasped, my orgasm climbing as I said the words. "I'm your slut Uncle Max!"

My dirty promise sent me completely over the edge and I screamed out my orgasm, my body shuddering beneath my heaving Uncle, my pussy contracting around the thick slide of his cock. The already tight grip of my pussy became a suction and I could hear my Uncle's hoarse cries, feel him swelling up inside of me as I writhed under his bucking body. Hot fluid gushed into my cunt, filling me with my first load of cum. The sensation was intense and my rapture only grew as I sucked every last drop from him, riding the incredible high of my climax until I was quivering with exhaustion.

Uncle Max collapsed on top of me, his hard body pressing against my soft curves, his face buried in my hair, and I moaned at the pleasant ache between my legs as he began to soften inside of me. Opening my eyes, I could see the romantically dim lighting of the room and had to smile.

That might not be quite what I had planned but I couldn't pretend I hadn't loved every second of it. And now my Uncle was mine. And I was his.

For about five seconds I felt as happy as a clam.

Then Uncle Max propped himself up on his elbows and glared down at me.

"I had to leave work early when I saw you letting that idiot boy into the house on the security feed," he said angrily. "You're going to have to be punished for that, Jenny."