His Favorite Niece

Speaking of my mother, I was beginning to really dread talking to her on the phone. She didn't call too often, but it was still a few times a week. I was always worried that she would know that something was up, and I think she knew there was something, but didn't push it. She was too focused on having fun off in Europe to do anything other than tell me stories of things they had been doing. It was around this time that I truly began to despise my mother. She always put herself first, and the idea that she was off having fun while I was stuck at home constantly on edge and ashamed around everyone made me want to cry, and I did often did. I still haven't forgiven her.

I would take walks to the creek behind his house as often as I could when I was home, and I would sit on a rock behind some bushes, usually to cry. I hated that I let myself be so weak around him. I hated that I let him use me, and I hated that I still sought his approval. It was very overwhelming for me, but I couldn't let him see that I was upset. I'm not sure if it was because I was ashamed, that I didn't want to stop making him happy, or both. For everything rushing through my head, I still loved him, and I still wanted him to keep loving me as much as I knew he did.

As Uncle Dan's drinking continued, he hid his erections less and less. One night I was lying on my stomach on the floor watching TV when he climbed down on top of me, grinding his cock immediately into the crack of my ass. He had just come home from the bar and his breath reeked of hard alcohol as he kissed and nibbled on my ear. He got up and took off his pants and shirt before plopping down in his chair in just his underwear. This had become normal as of late with how hot and humid it had been.

He told me to go get him a beer, and I complied, saying nothing. After handing it to him, he pulled me back onto his lap, and adjusted me so his hard cock was between my thighs, very obviously straining the material of his boxers. After a few moments of him lightly grinding against me, I tried to get up, making the excuse that I needed to go to the bathroom. He pulled my back down by my hips, sliding the crack of my ass right over his length. He kissed my neck a few more times and slipped his hands up my chest again.

I tell him more seriously that I really have to go, and he finally lets me up. I go into the bathroom and close the door. As I'm finishing up, I hear a knock on the door, and Uncle Dan calling my name. I tell him just a second, but he comes in anyway. I stand up quickly, pulling my shorts up, startled. He tells me sorry, he couldn't wait, and he closes the door. I take a step back towards the tub as he walks up to the toilet and pulls out his cock and starts pissing. I yell out "oh my god what are you doing?" and cover my eyes, and he just laughs. He finishes up and flushes the toilet, and grabs my arms to put them back down at my sides and tells me, "It's OK, little one, don't freak out. It's just an every day part of life!"

I make no effort to hide the mortified look on my face. He laughs again and puts his cock back into his boxers and leaves. I take a moment to get my thoughts together and then go back out to the living room, and tell him I'm just going to head to bed. He asks me if I'm sure, I tell him that I'm pretty tired, to which he replies that he'll tuck me in.

I climb into bed, and he kisses me of the forehead, then the cheek, and then the lips, holding just for a moment longer than would be appropriate. He tells me he loves me and turns the light off as he goes.

A little over an hour later, just as I finally start drifting off to sleep, he stumbles into my room, obviously quite drunk. I can make out the fact that he's already naked, and his cock as at full mast. He immediately begins rubbing his cock over my face, and spits down onto it as usual, only this time it splashes down onto my cheek and lips. I scrunch up my face and turn the other way, but keep my eyes closed. I hear him stroking, unaffected by my movement. He pulls my face back towards him and presses the tip to my lips, smearing the spit around along with his dripping precum. He rubs his cock sloppily all over my face, and stops to pull my shoulders slowly closer to the edge of the bed. He then lowers his balls down onto my mouth as he jerks off.

Internally, I'm panicking. He's never been so brazen before. How can he think that I won't wake up from this? What do I do?

He reaches down and pushes two fingers past my lips to pull my mouth open, letting his sweaty, musky balls enter my mouth. He quickens his pace, moaning loudly as he strokes. He grabs a hold of his balls with one hand and rubs them all over my mouth and nose, clearly losing himself in the moment. Suddenly he pulls back and pushes his cock into my mouth. He puts a hand on the top of my head and pushes in and out slowly, sliding his cock along my tongue.

As his cock inches further and further into my mouth with each stroke, I completely freeze up. I have no idea what to do. My eyes open wide as he hits my gag reflex and I choke. I stare up at him as he continues to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I try to pull my head back away from him but he holds me firmly in place, now with both hands. Tears flood from my eyes as I gag on his cock, but he doesn't let up. Finally he grunts "hold on, sweetie" and pushes hard into my mouth and holds my head firmly with my nose in his pubic hair, and he cums directly into my throat.

A million thoughts are running through my head as I fight down the urge to puke, and am quickly running out of breath. He let's me go finally, as I gasp and cough, cum and spit runs down my cheeks. As I catch my breath, he gets down on his knees and tries to comfort me. He picks up one of my shirts from off the ground and wipes off my face, and tells me he's very sorry he had to do that, brushing tears from my cheek and the hair out of my eyes. He tells me he loves me very much, and that I'm very brave for handling what he just did.

I have no idea what to do or say, so I just stare at the floor, tears still streaming from my eyes as I sob. He spends the next ten minutes explaining that men have urges that need to be satisfied, and since his wife wasn't around, he had no way to relieve them. He told me that since I was "his little housewife" as he had joked, that it was only natural what came next. I stayed silent the whole time, and could barely make eye contact with him.

Finally he lift my chin to meet his gaze and told me he loved me. I broke down and told him I loved him too and hugged him. He pulled me into his lap and I sobbed hard into his shoulder. I must have fallen asleep crying in his arms, because I woke up the next day in my bed, covered up with a blanket, and he had already left for work.

I was treated with the tinge of a sore neck as I sat up, and the now familiar bad taste in my mouth from the previous night.

Things were going to be different now. For better or for worse, I knew that much for sure.

Part 5

You ever play a moment back in your head, wondering what you could have done differently? How would things have changed? How far back would you go to restart? What would you change if you could?

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"Everything's great, Mom," I lied, just wanting her to get on with what she felt she needed to say so I could get off the phone. Why yes, Mother. I know Prague is amazing. This is the second time you've described it to me. Also, please, please stop telling me that you wish I was there with you. Either that's not true, or your boyfriend Brian isn't quite as rich as you say he his – or maybe it's him who doesn't want me there. It doesn't matter. What matters right now is me and Uncle Dan.

You're not here to help me.

School ended, and I couldn't have been more relieved. I just couldn't stand the feeling of constant insecurity, and the fear of someone, anyone knowing what I've done. I was tired of hiding things from my friends. Tired of feeling guilty. Tired of holding back tears. Tired of having no one to hold me.

Except Uncle Dan, of course.

How could he be the only person I could turn to to comfort me? How could I still feel so safe in his arms? How is it that I could possibly hate my mother more than him? How could I still love him so much? How the fuck could I possibly miss him when he wasn't around?

As soon as I was back standing in front of him, things went right back to normal. It's like watching a movie when you already know how it ends. You can put yourself back in the position of your former self, but now you're able pick up on all the clues that you would have missed the first time around, and you wonder how you didn't see the ending coming before. It seems so obvious now.

The scene is familiar by now.We've just eaten dinner, Uncle Dan has had his fair share of beer, and once the dishes are finished, I join him on the couch to watch TV. I sit on the other end of the couch knowing full well that he will object and insist on me cuddling with him. I settle in against his chest, his right arm wraps around my waist and my head resting on his shoulder. I close my eyes and enjoy the peace for a while, awaiting the inevitable moment when he turns it into something more... selfish.

His right hand runs slowly up and down my thigh, as his other hand caresses my tummy, occasionally slipping up to run his fingers across my nipples. After maybe 10 minutes of this, he slips one hand down under my tank top, and then pulls it up to my shoulders and then resumes, this time with both hands on my growing breasts, still not quite a hand full. I sigh deeply as he massages them, rolling my nipples lightly between his fingers. My breath coming more slowly and deeper as I melt into him, the moment interrupted by him lifting my arms to pull my top off completely.

I lean back against him and Uncle Dan lets out a big sigh rubbing the straining bulge in his boxers. Now unburdened with subtlety, he grabs my left wrist and places it on the outline of his cock. Already at least a six pack of beer deep, coupled with the lack of repercussions from the previous night meant that there wasn't much stopping him from taking what he wanted, when he wanted it. My left hand unwittingly stroked his cock up and down as he carefully guided my grip along his now exposed member. It was at this point that I knew these acts would become much more... casual, than before. Probably more common as well.

"Mmmmm, yeah baby..." He moaned to me, almost as if I had initiated the touching myself. I didn't know what to do. He was making me stroke him up and down, but yet I did absolutely nothing to stop him. I didn't pull back, I didn't resist. I just kept my mouth shut and let him. Something about being in the moment just removed any instinct of resistance or retaliation. I even made up reasons for myself and him to excuse the behavior – which turns out is not a great long term solution of dealing wiht problem.

With his right hand, he slides his fingers up my back, up the back of my neck, onto the back of my head, gripping my hair lightly right at the back of my head. He turns my head towards him and pushes my face towards his cock. As the tip pushes against my lips, I instinctively open my mouth, and I am met with the reward of him pushing me down further on his cock. He slowly rocks his hips up and down, sliding his length in and out of my mouth, holding my head firmly in place, not that I was resisting it.

"God yes, baby..." he breathed to me as he slowly but steadily fucked my mouth, occasionally gagging on him if he pushed too far. Tears streamed silently down my face as I tried my very hardest not to gag or choke. I'm not sure if it was pride, but something kept me from throwing up as he continually hit the back of my throat. Uncle Dan tightened his grip on my hair, pulling me off his cock, allowing me to catch my breath, and somehow, I felt thankful to him for the break. With one quick move, he pushed me down off the couch onto my knees in front of him, and slipped his boxers off completely. With my hair back in his grip, he lied back and pulled my mouth to his balls and told me to "open wide and suck them dry."

His balls tasted sweaty and were already sticky, but this was better than his cock pushing at my throat, so I sucked on them, trying my best to keep him satisfied for the time being. He moaned as he stroked his cock, giving me little instructions here and there on what he wanted me to do, and I complied, avoiding eye contact whenever possible.

"See honey, this isn't so bad, is it?" He cooed, "This is all you need to do to keep your Uncle Dan happy. You want to make me happy, right?" I didn't answer, I just kept sucking his balls the way he wanted, alternating between them, swirling my tongue around.

"That's it sweetie, now lick them all around, baby..." I ran my tongue up to the base of his shaft and down, "Get that tongue underneath them, baby, come on..." I hesitated, but complied. Slipping my tongue under his large sack as they hung down. His musky, sweaty scent and flavor were overwhelming as my tongue traveled along the almost tangy underside of his balls. He spit into his hand and slowly stroked up and down as he watched me.

He put his hand on the back of my head again, and pulled me more up towards him, and rubbed his wet cock all over my face. Back and forth over my forehead, across my cheeks and nose, and then slapping it against my lips, occasionally holding me tight against him to grind it on my face, now covered in his spit and precum.

He put a hand on my shoulder and rested me back onto my legs and stood up. He took my hand and pulled me up, and brought me in for a kiss. He moaned into me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Removing himself reluctantly from my lips, he leaned down and pulled my pajamas and underwear off in one motion. He pushed me back down onto the couch and climbed on top of me, resuming his passionate kiss. I felt so small beneath him. I didn't return his kiss but I didn't stop it either. I just made my mouth available to him.

He pulls back and stares into my eyes, grabbing his cock and slipping it down my belly, over my lightly fuzzy mound, bringing it down to my pussy lips. He spits down onto his hand again, and rubs it all over with the tip of his cock, sliding it up and down my slit. He pulls my legs up from around him, back against my chest. He slips his cock down over both my holes, grinding it along my crack and then back up, repeating this over and over, occasionally stopping over my pussy or asshole to push on them lightly as he jerked off.

"I love you, sweetie pie." He tells me, "I love you so much." Tears begin streaming down my cheeks again, even more overwhelmed with conflicted emotions.

"Do you love me, baby?" he asked, slowly applying more pressure to my soft opening. I nod yes, crying harder.

"Shhh, babydoll. Shhh... Just tell me you love me, honey. Tell me." Sobbing now, I look up to him, meeting his gaze.

"I love you, Uncle Dan," and with a gasp, he entered me.

Part 6

Sometimes, simply not knowing can be the key to happiness.

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I awoke the next morning pulling slowly out of my own fog. I hadn't had anything to drink the night before, but I felt the too familiar weight and grogginess as if I had. I laid back to gather my thoughts. Had everything just been a dream last night? What even happened? I remember crying -- and from how puffy and tired my eyes felt, I could tell that I was crying wuite a lot.

I swung my legs off the side of the bed, and that's when I felt a sharp tinge of pain between my thighs and a dull throbbing in my hips. It was then that the whole night flashed before my eyes and I remembered exactly what happened:

He pushed into me slowly but steadily, inch by inch until his hips came to a rest against mine, his cock pressing uncomfortably against my cervix. Upon first thrust there was a hot, almost burning feeling as he stretched me open, which was quickly replaced by an intense throbbing as my tight, previously virginal folds adjusted to this intrusion.

"Shhh, honey, shhhh..." he whispered "It will be over soon, just try to relax..."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed loudly, staring up at him. He finally began pulling back until he was halfway out, and then tunneled his cock back down to the hilt, bottoming out inside me once again. I cryed out, making no effort to muffle my sobs as he repeated this over and over in a steadily increasing pace.

"I know it hurts now, baby, but it will get better, I promise" he cooed to me between grunts, brushing the tears off my cheek with one hand and placing the other low on my hip to pull me tighter into him to meet his thrust. Compassion was quickly losing out to lust as he found his rhythm.

"You know why I had to do this, right, sweetie?" He told me, breathing heavily,

"Your Uncle Dan has needs, baby. Needs that need to be taken care of." I closed my eyes at this point and tried to concentrate on other things. My head was swirling with a torrent of mixed emotions. I knew that what Uncle Dan was doing was wrong. I knew that there was really no excuse for any of this, but somehow I wanted to sympathize with him. I wanted to hate him so badly, but I just couldn't bring myself to – not that it mattered now.

In this moment, I was his. His to love. His to take. His to use.

I became vaguely aware of him kissing me. His fingers traveled through my hair, lightly gripping a handful at the base of my neck as he pounded into me. It was at this time that I felt his thrusts shift from throes of passion into those of pure carnal lust. Need. He leaned back up and slid both hands down to my hips to squeeze me tightly into him with each quickening buck of his hips.

My body rocked and quivered with every push, and his breathing came in hard, short bursts. My sobs fell into rhythm with his grunts and groans as I slipped in and out of reality, being pulled back into the moment occasionally when his throbbing hard cock stabbed too far into me.

"Ohhh fuckk, baby" he breathed, "fuck I love your tight pussy, honey. God yes... Take it, baby....." I closed my eyes and let my thoughts take me to other places. What would my mom think if she knew this is what her little girl was doing while she was off at some hotel in Italy or France, or where ever she happened to be at the time. I wondered why she wasn't there for me. I wondered why she got to be off having fun in Europe while I was stuck here on my back crying, my innocence quite literally being fucked out of me.

His hand strokes my cheek again, bringing me back, "Shhh, baby girl. Learn to enjoy it, sweetie. Learn to love it." He stroked the hair out of my face and behind my ear, letting his hand rest behind my neck, gripping me as he continues to pump his length in and out of my folds.

"You're going to like this one day, honey, I promise you that. Eventually you'll be begging me for it, you know that?" I didn't answer. His hand gripped me tighter, fucking me now with purpose.

"You'll see, baby." he grunted, his hand slipping around to the front of my neck, applying light pressure.

"That's it you little slut...my little slut...." His grip tightened on my neck as he fucked me harder than ever. My whole body rocking back and forth as he slammed his cock into me. I couldn't bring myself to cry anymore. Breathing was becoming more difficult, and so was caring. It hit me that this wasn't in my control anymore.

I was his. I was always his.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum baby..." My airway was all but blocked off as he pulled me into him and held me firmly in place, his cock throbbing and pulsating inside me, filling me with his seed. I felt his body twitch and shudder, emptying everything he had into me. I held my breath as he finished, trusting, knowing that he would let me go soon.