His Favorite Niece

This would not be the last time I saw that look in his eye, but the first time will always remain in my mind. A look that exuded wanton lust, but there was love hidden in there, and that bit of love was what I wanted the most. I loved my Uncle Dan.

This is what we do for people we love. Or at least that's what I told myself.

Part 7

Aimlessly allowing myself to drift in this downwards spiral, further and further, until i can't remember how I got there or how to get back.

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It's funny how quickly things that seem so horrible at first glance can become routine. In not even two months I went from being Uncle Dan's sweet little niece and incidental "housewife" to his own personal fuck toy. I was like a living, breathing doll for him to manipulate and use as he pleased -- and his doll never said no.

He was still very loving to me day to day, and always affectionate. After he came home from work he would hug me and tell me that he had been waiting all day to see my "cute little lips." These were the moments that made everything else just a bit more bearable. I liked feeling loved, and I relished the fact that he missed me when he wasn't there. Moments like these made me want to forgive him for what would inevitably happen later that night, but I never really did.

Small gestures become big in times of hurting.

In two weeks my mother was set to return from Europe and take me home. The thought of seeing her made my stomach twist and sent an unintentional cringe to my lips. I resented her more and more every time Uncle Dan fucked me. Every tear I shed (and there were many) was in some way tied to how she betrayed me. Betrayed me without even knowing, selfishly having the time of her life while her little girl was being used as a plaything by her own brother. I knew that she could tell something was wrong every time we talked on the phone now, but she chose to ignore it. She even told me one day that she couldn't wait until my "moody teen bullshit" was over before hanging up and not calling for 4-5 days after.

I didn't want to talk to her anyway.

I was playing scenarios through my head of her finding out what was happening while she was gone, trying to find that feeling of vindication when I see the look on her face the moment it hits her. I tried so hard to picture that moment that she realized that it's all her fault, but I could never quite reach that point in my little daydreams.

I was so lost in my thoughts as I stood there putting dishes away that I didn't notice Uncle Dan come in until he grabbed my ass firmly and squeezed tight as he pulled me backwards into him. He slid one hand up my shirt, groaning happily as his fingers traveled over my nipples and squeezing. His other hand slipped over my stomach and then down the front of my pajama shorts, finding no underwear, just as he had asked. He began pulling my shorts down over my hips as he kissed and bit my neck, his fingers quickly pushing their way into my folds.

"Mmmm baby girl, I've been wanting you all day..." he whispered into my ear, nibbling on it.

"I was telling the guys at work about this hot little piece of ass I'm nailing" he grunted, pushing his hard bulge into the crack of my ass.

"They had no idea I meant you... Mmmm if only they could see how sexy you were, baby girl..." He turned me around and gave me a quick impassioned kiss before gripping a fistful of my hair and pushing me down onto my knees. He stared down at me as he undid his his pants and pushed them down with his underwear in one motion. His cock stood out at half mast as he grabbed it by the base and mushed it into my face, rubbing it all around and slapping me with it.

His grip returned to the back of my head and held firmly as he grinded his crotch against my face, groaning loudly as he went. Gone were any pretenses of easing me into things. He knew he could do anything he wanted with me, and he took more and more advantage of that fact with every encounter – now more than ever as his thumbs entered my mouth on either side, pulling my lips open and tilting my head back to look up at him.

Holding my cheeks apart, he positioned his cock in front of my mouth, and then thrusted in. I choked immediately as I was not expecting such a rough intrusion so quickly, but I should have known better by the wild look in his eye. His hands slid back and grabbed a fistful of hair each to hold me tightly as he ravaged my mouth.

"Ooooh baby you should have seen their reactions when I told them how I use you. I told them that this little bitch I'm fucking just lets me do anything I want to her. She just takes it." I look up to meet his gaze, wincing at every thrust as he continued, tears streaming steadily as I fought the urge to wretch.

"Mmmm, fuck baby... you could see in their faces how jealous they were. Some of their wives won't even blow em', can you believe that?" His head tilted back with a smile, enjoying the sensations as he pounded into my mouth over and over, the air filled with his groans, the wet squish of his cock entering my throat, and my intermittent gasps and whimpers.

"But then Jeff asked if my little whore takes it in the ass, and it hit me that I haven't had the pleasure yet. I couldn't believe it." His mouth twisted into an evil grin, one I've grown far too accustomed to seeing. He didn't say another word as he pulled my hair back and let me drop down onto my hands and catch my breath. He stepped out of his pants around his ankles and pulled off his shirt, tossing them aside and grabbing me by the elbow and pulling me up to my feet. He took me by the hand into the living room and told me to strip down and lie on the couch.

He walked over to the end of the couch and pulled my legs down to the end and lifted my hips up onto the arm of the couch, pushing my legs back against my chest. He leaned down and spit onto the tip of his cock, spreading it all around before placing it at the entrance of my pussy and pushing steadily in, letting out a deep breath as he entered me.

"Don't worry, sweetie, getting fucked in the ass isn't much worse than the first time I fucked you." He grunted lightly as he bottomed out inside me, that familiar pressure against my cervix, quite sore from repeated use.

"Just try to relax as much as possible and I promise it will get better, OK?" He didn't wait for a response before pulling out of me and rubbing the tip against my more southern entrance. He often rubbed his cock against my ass, and at times it even felt good, but he never entered me as he was about to do. I felt my stomach tense up and my throat felt dry as he started to poke and prod inwards. Familiar tears welled up, and I lacked the desire to fight them back. I was too focused on making this as bearable as possible. Somehow the thought of resisting or saying no never crossed my mind through some twisted sophistry that I had created for myself.

This is what he wants, my role now is to find the best way to handle it.

I felt a sharp pain as he pushed harder at my entrance, it almost felt like a pinch, but I knew it was the opposite as my ring was surely being stretched wider than it had ever been. He is unaffected by my deep sobbing as he pushes in, ignoring me as I cry out from his head pushing now fully past my anus. Finally he looks into my eyes and tells me to relax, and that the more I tense up, the more it will hurt. I let my head fall back and rest on the couch and close my eyes, trying to take my mind elsewhere. I release the tension in my stomach and seemingly one by one relax each of my muscles traveling down to the tender ring of my asshole.

"That's it, babygirl.... Mmmm, fuck your ass is so tight..." He groans, eyes closing as he pushes further and further into me. The pain steadily dissipates from sharp to a more dull but very intense throbbing. I open my eyes to find him staring at me as he buries himself the rest of the way in my ass, giving me a not-unpleasant feeling of fullness as he fills me completely.

"Fuck you look so sexy, honey... God, if only the guys could see you like this. You're going to love taking it in the ass, baby. You won't be able to go to sleep at night without it." He slowly withdrew his cock until only the tip remained inside me, and then burrowed it back down with purpose. His hands gripped my thighs uncomfortably tight as he pushed in and out, each thrust harder and faster than the last.

I let my head roll to the side as he pounded me with familiar intensity. My sobs have subsided to silent tears now and I was finally able to clear my head enough to really allow myself to experience what this felt like. It was a strange mixture of intense stimulation as every vein, ridge, and curve of his penis slid past my entrance, and then a strangely satisfying warm, pulsing feeling as my rectum is filled entirely by his manhood.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander once again, the image of my mother having drinks in a cocktail dress flashed in my mind. She was laughing, having the time of her life without me. It was at this time that I realized that all of the best moments of her life probably were in fact experienced without me. I thought back to stories she would tell friends who came over, or when we were out at some fancy dinner somewhere. It was always some crazy thing that happened when she was traveling, or some beautiful waterfall she had seen Croatia, or maybe "the most amazing pâté you'll ever try" at this little place in Belgium she often visits.

I remember in one dinner that I had been "lucky" enough to be invited to, the wife of one of her new boyfriend's college buddies spoke up and asked me what my favorite thing I saw was when traveling to all these places. I was taken aback, as no one had ever asked me that, and I was lost for words for a moment until my mother spoke up.

"Oh, I could never pull her away from her studies and all her friends to come with me, I just couldn't do that to her." I looked down at the napkin in my lap and didn't say anything for the rest of the night. I couldn't make eye contact with the woman who asked the question, because I knew I would cry if I saw the look on her face. A lifetime of fighting back tears.

I was pulled back into the moment by Uncle Dan pushing a finger into my mouth and pulling my face down to look at him. He pushed another one in and I sucked on them instinctively as he stared at me, pounding away at my now rather numb backside. He pulled them out of my mouth and spread my saliva across my lips, and then all over my face, groaning deeply with every push.

"Well, my little whore" he grunted, "do you like it when Uncle Dan fucks your tight ass?" I knew he didn't expect an answer. He gripped my cheeks tightly between his fingers and squeezed my lips together. I could tell now more than ever by the look in his eyes that he wanted nothing more than to be in complete and total control of me.

He released my cheeks and gave me a quick slap on one side, then ran his fingers across my lips and slapped me again as I held his gaze. He squeezed my cheeks again, and then let his fingers run down to my throat, and wrapped them around my neck with grim familiarity. When he got really into fucking me like this, he loved to show me he was in control in any way he could, and choking me was by far the most intense.

It might have been some strange point of pride for me, but I never broke eye contact with him when he choked me, aside from blinking, and this time was no different. His grip tightened steadily in pace with his repeated thrusts until breathing became a very focused and deliberate thing to accomplish. My face began to feel flush and I fought the urge to choke and cough. As he got closer to cumming, I could feel his thrusts become more erratic, and as he approached the threshold, he shoved seemingly all his weight into me, and pushed his hand hard against my throat, cutting off my airway completely.

He held his grip tight as I felt his cock pulsate and throb inside me, all of my senses heightened as my body went into a panic at the newfound lack of oxygen. My face burned and my chest heaved helplessly beneath him, fighting for air. Just as the edges of my vision began melting to blackness, he released his grip on my throat and I gasped desperately for breath. He slowly pulled his cock out of my well used hole and knelt down to pick up my tank top and wiped his cock clean with it.

He then came around to the side of the couch and lowered his softening cock down to my lips as my heart rate was descending back down to normal. I kissed the tip, as I know he likes, and then parted my lips and sucked on it as the last drops of cum oozed out.

"You know I love you very much, don't you sweetness?" He asked. I nodded yes and sucked him deeper into my mouth, making a conscious effort to not grimace at the earthy flavor of the detritus that remained on his shaft.

He let me suck on his cock for a few moments more, and then withdrew himself from my mouth and bent over to give me a long kiss on my forehead. It is sad to say in retrospect, but this was an intensely emotional moment for me. He pulled back and looked into my eyes, and then walked out of the room, turning off the lights as he went, leaving me alone in the darkness, quivering and naked, where I stayed for the night, drifting off into a mercifully dreamless sleep.