My Vanessa Vesuvio

"No way, even when he's scary." She smiled uncertainly, but she was still sniffling. "Do you mind if I lie here a bit, Uncle Dave?"

"Sure," I said, not knowing she'd then creep in under the sheets. She snuggled up beside me, turned over and lay in my arms with her back to me and her ass pushed up firm against my shorts, which were all I was wearing. My nose was buried in her soft hair, and I realized she'd taken the trouble to perfume her neck. Thank god she was wrapped in the gown

We lay there for several minutes. Then Vanessa disengaged herself and got out of bed. My relief lasted only a moment.

"Damn gown rides up under my armpits," she said, as she unwrapped herself and showed the same half bra, boy pants, and sexy stockings she'd flashed me with in her kitchen fashion parade.

"Mind if I take these off?" asked Vanessa, her fingertips inside the elastic of the satiny pants.

"Whoa there - better not," I said.

"Okay, but I'll have to get rid of these or they'll get laddered." She bent from the waist so her ass's curves poked straight at me -- just as she'd done in the kitchen -- and slowly rolled the stockings down her thighs. Before I could say anything, she slid back into my bed, turned her back, pushed her bum against my front, and pulled my arms back around her.

"That's better," she whispered. "Now let me just doze for a while."

Vanessa's scent was in my nose. Her long smooth back lay against the length of my chest. When she pulled my arms around her, my hands unavoidably cupped around her firm, shapely breasts which were half spilled from her tiny bra. One nipple had stayed inside, the other not, and I felt it stiffen.

I lay there stunned, and very, very worried. In fact, so worried, my cock wasn't even trying to bury itself in her ass. I kept still, not talking, and after several minutes, Vanessa began to breathe more slowly, and make little snuffling noises. When I was sure she was asleep, I unwrapped myself from her, and turned over to face away.

But I couldn't forget she was lying there an inch from me. My cock grew a giant erection, and it was nearly an hour before I managed to fall asleep.

xxxxx

I was dreaming. Scented hair lay across my shoulder. A hand gently stroked the hairs on my chest, then moved down to my belly, and caressed it. Fingers toyed with the top button on my shorts, hesitated, and then opened them. I became hard, very hard, and with the fly wide open, my cock sprang out, and into the fingers, which began to caress it.

My cock was extremely excited, at that extra level of intensity cocks get during wet dreams. I was tingling, and ready to spurt into those fingers, whose nails were lightly scratching and tickling up and down the length of my cock's straining tumescence.

Suddenly I was awake. "Vanessa, what the fuck are you doing?"

She held onto my cock, her fingers rigid, not saying anything. "I said -- What the fuck is it you're doing?"

Vanessa gave a throaty, exasperated growl. "Don't what the fuck ME Uncle Dave. You've been grinding your cock into my hands the last five minutes. And groaning like a madman. So don't pretend you're pissed with me."

"I was asleep, damn it."

"That's not how it felt."

I turned to her angrily, and my cock slid along her satin covered belly. I realized she'd taken her bra off, when my chest brushed her hard nipples. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled herself closer. Now my cock stabbed into the warm gap between her legs. It rubbed along the satin crotch of the boy pants covering her pussy lips. The panty fabric was slick, and sopping with her excitement.

"Shit," I breathed. "How could you do this? It's not right, and you know it."

For a few moments Vanessa lay there in sulky silence. Finally, in a small voice she said:

"I'm not a slut, you know. I'm still a virgin. I've never been fucked -- well not properly, anyway."

"How do you mean, 'not properly?'"

"Mom's strict and daddy's so possessive. I hardly have any time by myself. A couple of times guys from school have tried to do it to me in the car. I think one boy got his cock inside just a little bit, but it might have just been his finger. I'm not sure.

"I want to get fucked properly, and find out what it's like. You turn me on Uncle Dave, and you're nice to me. So I thought maybe?

"Well come on, be fair. You know the way you look at me."

She began to stroke my hair, and then she took my face and tried to kiss me.

"You're crazy," I said, thinking about Emilio and his wrath. But I was kissing her back. "And we're nuts - stark staring bonkers."

"But I do know how to kiss," she said. Vanessa slipped her tongue in my mouth, and set to work on me.

I wrapped my hands around her cute little buns, and pulled her against me. My cock had grown so long that it was pushed through the slippery gap between her soft thighs, and out beyond her backside.

I began to tongue and kiss Vanessa's young breasts, pulling her knobby nipples inside my mouth as I sucked at them. She moaned and trembled, grinding her front against me. Vanessa opened her legs which had trapped my cock, freed it, and began to stroke its length with her fingers, pulling my foreskin up and down over the wet head of my erection.

I put my hand down her pants, ran it past the trimmed curly hair of her bush, and found the gap at the top of her legs. She sighed and opened her thighs, and as I rubbed down inside the satin I discovered just how thickly her pussy juices had oiled her panties. Vanessa lifted her butt, signalling me to pull them down her legs. When they reached her knees, she grabbed them herself, impatiently ripped them off her ankles, and pushed her pussy back against my hand.

I separated her slippery labia with my forefinger, and found the hard little nub at the tip of her slit. As I began to rub her clit rhythmically it hardened and grew more, and she moaned pushing it against me.

"Feel me up, put your finger inside me," she breathed. "Like it's a big dildo." Her channel was slick and surprisingly tight, gripping my third finger firmly after I'd found her little hole and slowly eased it up to the first knuckle. Then further to the second knuckle, then in-out and in-out as she jerked and wriggled her pussy on it.

Vanessa kept hold of my cock, running it up and down her slit as I slid my finger in and out of her pussy, wondering whether I could fit a second finger in. "God your prick is so... Well, I didn't know cocks got that big."

She slipped her pussy off my finger, swivelled around in the bed, and found my cock with her mouth. She looked at it tentatively, and then I felt her lips around the tip of it. Vanessa gurgled as she got the first bit in.

"Is this how I'm meant to suck it?" she asked.

"Yeah, but not for too long, or you'll end up with a face full of cum. You mightn't like a face fuck," I advised. It didn't stop her, and as she struggled to get another inch into her mouth she opened her legs, and wrapped them round my head. With her pussy up against my mouth, I parted her lips again and began licking her hard little clit. Almost immediately she tightened, in spasms, and it felt like her legs would pull my head off as she gasped and writhed, rubbing her pussy hair against it.

Her lips let go of my cock and she moaned: 'I'm coming Uncle Dave. Oh shit, that's so good. It's great. Fuck. Oh God, it won't stop. Ohhh!"

Eventually she ceased trembling. She settled, and then flipped around until her face was back beside mine, her eyes, glazed and half focussed, looking into me.

"I always wanted my Uncle Dave to be my first fuck. But your cock's so large. I don't think I'm big enough."

"It can be fun trying," I said, and tucked a pillow under her cute little bottom, as she raised it to me. I climbed between her long, slim legs.

"I'm a bit scared," she said

"Just relax, we'll go slowly."

I didn't need to spit on my cock to wet it - just running it up and down her slit, covered it in juice. I found her hole with my forefinger and lay the helmet of my cock against her opening. Then with one hand underneath her, holding her bottom up, I rubbed my cock against her pussy hole making little in-out movements against her entrance, increasing the pressure as I felt her beginning to give.

Suddenly my swollen head popped through, and Vanessa squealed. "Oh fu-u-ck, Uncle Dave. It's too much. I can't."

But she didn't move away. I left the tip of my cock inside her tiny entrance, and began slowly pushing it down her tight channel, which stretched and made way as I pushed further. I paused when it was in about three inches, because she was panting loudly. But she grabbed my butt with both her hands, and pulled me down.

"Further," she sighed. "Further, its feeling good like it's filling me up. Fuck me like you fucked my big sister."

It felt as if something made way because suddenly I was in Vanessa to my hilt, with my cockhead hard against the little bump where her womb protruded into her virgin vagina. I'd never been inside a pussy anywhere near as tight as Vanessa's, but what was surprising was how incredibly soft it felt, as its rippling walls clung to the bulging veins of my cock.

Vanessa moaned, sobbed, and pulled me into her, pushing her questing virgin pussy up and down the length of my throbbing prick. Finally, when she began fondling my balls as they slapped against her wetness, I knew I was going to cum, and no way could I stop. I pulled out quickly.

"Don't stop. What's wrong, put it back," she whined.

"But I'm going to come," I said.

"Put it in. I want to feel what it's like when you come in me. For God's sake, fuck me."

I pushed it back in through her now red little hole, went deep, and immediately my balls clenched. She began squealing, and the spunk rushed up my cock. I thrust harder as she pulled me in, and I spurted and squirted the biggest amount of cum I've sprayed in my life, all of it deep inside my kid sister-in-law's tight channel.

"Oh God, I can feel it. It's like being sprayed by a fire hose," she murmured, as she pushed harder and harder. Then she began to soften and relax.

xxxxx

A storm front raged in soon after dawn, and after Vanessa made us coffee, she came back to bed and lay beside me, her head on my chest. We listened to the rain and hail clattering against the windows, announcing that with the deed done, the world outside was cold and unfriendly.

"How are we?" I asked.

"Well I've been totally stuffed. My pussy is raw," she giggled. "You should have seen me hobbling round your kitchen. I was like an old lady.

"Tell, was I as good as Helena? Was my big sister a good fuck?

"Don't go there kid. You know that's not right. And besides you must know this can be our only time? It can't happen again," I said.

"You're just a chicken. I thought life's meant to be risky."

"Honey, there's ordinary risks, and then there's silly risks. Like we were saying last night, ours is not your usual family," I said.

"So you think you'll wind up in the harbour wearing concrete boots -- all because you fucked the Vesuvio kid sister. Come on, that's so-o dramatic."

"Maybe that's so. Last night was great, but you know it can't go on. We've got to promise each other this stays our secret."

Vanessa was silent. I could see something was on her mind. Eventually she spoke again.

"I know you're all common sense Uncle David. But if you want me to be a good little girl and just shut up about fucking you, then there's one more thing I want."

My stomach sank. "What's that?" I asked, sourly enough for her to notice.

"Hey you won't think it's that all bad." Vanessa got down onto her hands and knees, and pushed up her bum so that I was looking at the most delicious little ass this side of the Mississippi. At the bottom of its crack, I could see small tufts of wet pussy hair around her lips, which were still leaking a creampie of cum.

"If this is a one night stand, I want to learn everything from you. I want anal sex too. I want my Uncle's cock stuck deep up my bum hole. So you like my little ass, huh?"

She wriggled it for emphasis.

"I bet you fucked Helena's ass -- everyone knows she was a slut. So fuck me up my ass too, so I know what it's like. Then we have not one but two memories. And two secrets I swear to keep."

Vanessa looked down at my hard cock which had been drinking in every word. "I see we've got the deal on anal," the little slut smirked.

Vanessa lay back down beside me and began kissing me again. "This is the best weekend of my whole life," she murmured. I sucked her breasts until the nipples were rock hard, then I got between her legs again, and this time put two cushions under her ass, lifting it higher. I could see cum from last night was still oozing out of her pink little pussy and down to her asshole,

Her sopping little cunt now took my cock more easily, and I pushed it in several times, taking it all the way out so that still more wetness seeped down her crack. She shivered with pleasure when I began fingering the juices into the rim of her asshole, which was already surprisingly slippery.

I pulled my throbbing, cum soaked cock out of her pussy and set it at her rear entrance. "You're sure?" I asked. "It'll probably hurt."

"I know, but I want it. Do it now. Stick it in my asshole."

I pushed and wriggled it, but slippery as my cock was, it just couldn't penetrate the rim of Vanessa's tight little ass.

"Try your fingers first," she whispered."

I wet my forefinger and slid it in, and began slowly stretching her channel until I got my second finger in too. Vanessa groaned, and wriggled, pushing hard on my fingers as I worked them in and out.

I put my cock back up her pussy to wet it again, and I could feel my fingers under the bottom wall of her cunt, moving up and down inside her ass. I pulled my cock out, lay it against my wet fingers, and as I edged them out of her ass, succeeded in replacing them with the helmet of my cock. It was an inch inside her clenching ass.

"Ye-es," she groaned. "Oh ye-es - push." Her skin was burning hot, she was loud, and she seemed on the edge of her senses. I discovered the muscles in her ass channel were strong, because they seized and worked in spasms along my cock, as I pushed its excited head further and deeper down into her. Looking down at my cock as it disappeared in and out I was astonished how much length Vanessa was gobbling into her tiny ass.

She ran her fingers under my balls and up her slit, where she touched her clit for only a moment before she came, squealing, as her ass deliciously gripped and re-gripped my cock. It only took a moment more, and she was wrenching a huge shuddering orgasm from me. I showered my load deep up her ass, as something in my head recognised I was completing the most erotic, sense-pulsing, fuck of my life.

After, we lay still for several minutes. She snuggled against me.

"Pretty good huh? Deal's done Uncle Dave -- so now it's a secret, and my word's my word."

xxxxx

She's kept her promise.

But why - five years later - am I worried sick about having fucked my little sister in law, and wondering if she'll keep the secret? Well by now you realize I live in a family where memories are long, and people can wait to take their vengeance cold. And there have been, as they say, "developments."

Encouraged by Emilio, I did remarry - - Professor Antonia Vesuvio, the beauty concealed behind the glasses. What Antonia also hid was an unexpected talent. Her historical novel had finished up rather differently to the way she started it out. The world now knows Antonia Vesuvio is the mistress of sexy bodice rippers placed in historic settings. Her first three books sold ten million copies and still counting.

Antonia seems the definition of the perfect wife. The list of her qualities describes a married man's dream:-

One, she's biddable, and is easy to live with.

Two, with her new publishing contract she's damn near as rich as her father.

And three, my professor is an absolute slut in the bedroom. She's a deep throat cum eater who's not content till she's gagging on me. She loves vintage fucking, having her pussy creamed and pounded. And as for anal sex, Antonia researches it deeper than her novels.

Soon after we married Antonia discovered Victoria's Secret, and must be on their top list of sexy lingerie customers. She does it to please and tease me, but now she's also trying to get a tax break on her bullet bras, thongs, and crotchless panties - she's discovered she writes best if she's sitting at her keyboard dressed to fuck.

I know the Professor has three great loves in her life. There's me despite myself, there's her dad Emilio not withstanding his scary darkness, and there's her kid sister Vanessa, who Antonia would lay down her life to protect.

Each year it seems Vanessa and Antonia become still closer, but in the last twelve months Antonia has told me she has real concerns about her little sister.

"I sometimes wonder if she's a nymphomaniac. And she's drinking too much -- a bit like Helena," Antonia told me. "And when Vanessa drinks, she blabs. You wouldn't credit some of the tales she tells me. There's one new story after another.

"And she says there's more to come. There's stuff to tell me about family which she says I'd never believe."

Antonia paused, perplexed, her dark eyes frowning.

"David, I wonder..."

And so it goes - just when you think your life got perfect.

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