Living With Uncle John Ch. 02

Author's Note: This story does not involve actual intercourse, it involves MF mutual masturbation, spanking, and slow seduction. Enjoy!

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For days after the poker game Brenda still wasn't sure what had happened, she knew that she'd woken up in just her panties, and that her nipples were a little sore... her head hurt. But she couldn't quite remember the events of the night. Sometimes Uncle John would look at her strangely now, a kind of light in his eyes that she didn't quite understand.

But nothing else strange happened, and so she dismissed it, until one day she was standing on a ladder in the kitchen, looking for a pitcher, and managed to knock over every single glass on a shelf.

The shattering glass made her jump, and fortunately she didn't fall off the step-ladder, but the loud crashing made Uncle John run into the room to see what was the matter. Large and small slivers of glass were all around her on the floor, the counter, and the steps of the ladder. She was barefoot.

Seeing her predicament, Uncle John said, "Don't move."

He hurried and got a bucket and a vacuum, picking up the largest pieces of glass and then vacuuming up the slivers. Looking up at her, he frowned, picking pieces of glass out of the cuffs of her pants.

"You know," he said, "I'm not even sure I can get all the slivers of glass, I'd hate for you to cut yourself when you move. Take off your shirt and your pants and we'll put those in the bucket too."

Uncle John's voice was so normal, so reasonable, that she was reaching for the hem of her shirt before she realized what she was doing. Immediately she stopped.

"What?" she asked, now unsure that she'd heard him correctly.

"Take off your shirt and your pants," he said a little impatiently. Looking up at her expression he sighed, showing a little bit of frustration at her hesitation, "Come on Brenda, I saw you in your bra and panties already, when we played poker. You can keep them on, I doubt any glass got into them."

Although she felt like it was wrong, she also knew that she'd committed a foul by breaking all the glasses... and she did vaguely remember sitting in her bra and panties at the poker table. It seemed a little silly to raise a huge fuss when he'd already seen her like that, especially since she was the one who'd committed the faux pax.

"Alright," she muttered, and took off her shirt and pants. She felt very exposed, with the curve of her breast showing at the top of the bra, her thin white panties seeming to be very little protection against the penetrating gaze of her Uncle.

Once she'd climbed down the ladder and started walking down the hall, John followed her and stopped her before she started to climb the steps.

"You know," John said, "Those were an awful lot of expensive glasses, I can't just let you go without some kind of punishment for breaking all of them."

Brenda stopped, sighing. Her mother was the same way, she'd have thrown a fit if Brenda had done that at home... she nodded, "Alright, I guess I'm grounded for a month huh?" She was glum, she'd been looking forward to going to the pool since it was opening that weekend.

"No," smiled John, "I know how you've been looking forward to swimming, and I don't think that breaking my glasses merits that kind of punishment... in fact, I think it'll be better to just get it over with here and now."

"What do you mean?" asked Brenda.

"Come on," Uncle John pulled on her arm, leading her into the living room. Sitting on the couch, his weight on her arm unbalanced her and he pulled her across his lap, face down.

"What are you DOING?" Brenda repeated, but more startled now and a little frightened as well.

"You've never had a good old fashioned spanking?" asked John, more than a little startled.

"NO!" Brenda struggled to get up, but her Uncle's strong hands held her in place.

"Chill," he said, stroking her back, "My dad used to punish me and your mom with a spanking all the time."

Brenda's struggles slowed, she couldn't imagine her upright mother in any kind of trouble, much less this kind of position, "He did?"

"Yep," John smoothed his hand over her back and panty-covered ass, making her wriggle a little as she felt uncomfortable with her Uncle's hand touching her there. Ignoring her wriggling, he cupped the bottom of her ass so that his fingers curved into her crack, "Now hold still... I think you deserve about twenty spanks."

"This position is uncomfortable though," Brenda whined, trying to think of any way to get out of this, "Your lap isn't big enough for me..."

To her dismay, her Uncle's solution for that was to put his arm under her upper body... and not by accident did his positioning cause his hand to cup her breast. Brenda opened her mouth to protest...

SLAP!

She shrieked instead, the heavy blow to her tender flesh making her body jerk from the pain.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

John wished that he could actually SEE his niece's tender cheeks turning red under his hand, but her panties kept him from having much of a visual. Still, now that she was distracted by the pain he was able to slip his hand inside her bra and rub her nipple as he spanked her, his cock jerking against her as she was sprawled across his lap.

Shrieking and thrashing, tears spilled down Brenda's cheeks as her ass turned red, she wasn't even concentrating on how many times he spanked her...

It wasn't until he stopped that she realized his hand was inside her bra, and that her stomach felt funny. Something hard pressed into her from the side, and she wanted very badly to get up.

"Well now, that was a very good punishment, don't you think?" Uncle John said, his hand sliding under her panties to caress her red ass. Brenda whimpered as he touched her sore flesh.

"Please stop, Uncle John," she pleaded, "I don't think you should be touching me like that... and my punishment's over."

"I know sweetheart," he said, "I'm going to help you feel a little better, I think I might have punished you too much."

His fingers slipped down to the silky satin of her pussy and he stroked his fingers along her wet flesh... Brenda gasped. It felt so strange, so wrong... and as he pinched her nipple and stroked her wet slit she began wriggling for a different reason. She lost her voice as his experienced fingers searched out her clit, rubbing the tender nub as he twisted her nipple, teasing her hole with his fingers.

"Oh please stop..." she whimpered.

"You don't mean that." Uncle John's voice was a hushed whisper, that hard thing in his lap pressing against her more insistently as his fingers stirred her pussy juices. Fire brightened in her, and she felt herself craving something... needing something... desire like a bitch in heat, as her Uncle asked, "Do you really want me to stop?"

"No..." Brenda arched, her pussy spasming as he rubbed her clit. She didn't want him to stop, she need to scratch that itch that he was building, her body needed the completion that his fingers were promising.

One finger slid into her heated channel, making her cry out as the thick digit stretched her open for the first time, and his thumb pressed insistently against her clit. She writhed on her Uncle's lap, her first sober orgasm making her body tingle all over, waves of pleasure shuddering through her. Something told her that this had happened before, that it had happened the night they'd played poker... and that her body had been wanting it to happen ever since.

She moaned as her orgasm dwindled, his finger moving around inside of her body... she tightened her pussy around it, not sure that she liked the feeling. Uncle John pulled it out.

"Now doesn't that feel better," he asked.

Strangely enough, her ass didn't hurt as much anymore... it still hurt a little, but not as bad as it had.

"Yes," she mumbled, blushing and feeling violated. His hand was still inside her bra, his fingers still stroking her wetness even though he'd removed his finger from inside her.

"Good then," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice, "Now, I think I deserve a thank you for helping you out, with the glasses and just now."

"Thank you Uncle John," Brenda said fervently as she slid off of his lap, eager to get away from him. She felt very embarrassed at the strange reactions that he'd coaxed from her body.

"Now don't go away," Uncle John said, "I appreciate the verbal thank you, but there's something that I want very badly that you can give me in return for my favors to you."

Brenda was kneeling on the floor, looking at him with her flushed cheeks, her ass still sore, "What?"

Smiling, John reached down and pulled out his cock, gripping it in his hand so that she could see the eager swollen flesh. Brenda's eyes got very big.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked, fisting it.

"It's... it's your man-thing." Brenda said, her mouth had gone very dry and it was as though she couldn't take her eyes off the reddish angry head.

"You can call it my dick or my cock," he told her, "Now I would really appreciate it if you would come over her and use your hands on it so that I don't have to use my own."

Nervously, Brenda scooted forward. Her hands rested on his thighs as he let go of his shaft, and she looked up at him hesitantly. Uncle John looked back at her expectantly.

Taking a deep breath, Brenda wrapped her right hand around the swollen shaft, carefully sliding up and down.

"Very good..." moaned Uncle John, leaning back, "Just keep doing that sweetheart... and use your other hand on my balls..." his hand guided her, showing her how to gently squeeze him as she masturbated him with her other hand.

Watching her innocent face, Uncle John pushed his hips upwards... her mouth was open, lips slightly parted as she breathed, two spots of pink on her cheeks. Brenda was embarrassed, curious and ashamed all at once. She knew that what was happening was wrong, but she couldn't quite define why - since her mother had taught her virtually nothing about these kinds of things - and she couldn't figure out how to stop it. John wanted very badly to push her head down over his dick, press his meat between those parted lips... but he had a feeling that might cross the line at the moment.

So he just kept letting her fist him, her hesitant fingers rolling his balls between them... and then he gasped, his hips thrusting forward and he sprayed cum over her... it hit her cheek and her bra-covered breasts, spreading over her chest... Brenda jerked back but it was too late. The last spurts fell onto her smooth, pale stomach.

"Ah..." sighed Uncle John as he began to soften in his niece's hand, "Thank you very much Brenda."

"You're welcome," she replied automatically. Then she just knelt there, looking at him with wide eyes and his cum dripping off of her face, "May I go now?"

"Yes," he smiled, "Go take a shower sweetheart, clean yourself off."

Brenda nodded and hurried away from him, not knowing how she felt at the entire situation but feeling a desperate need to get away. Uncle John just sat there, basking the in after-glow of touching her young body and having her finally touch him... she was so easily manipulated. They were going to have such fun traveling this path that he'd laid at their feet...