{ASST} Ticks_Attack {Mr_Ed} (Mg, exhib, pet, 1st, cons) Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or purpose other than to entertain. It should not be read by any minor, for it is not intended as an instructional manual in sex. If the idea of underage sex bothers you, do not read any further. Ticks Attack by: Mr. Ed Note: In case you are not familiar with them, ticks are small insects that are very hard to see until they have started feasting on your blood. Carried mostly by cattle, dogs or other small animals are subject to being infested, and often provide the route to humans that normally don't have cattle sharing their environment. Their hard shell also makes them difficult to kill, even once removed, and therefore crushing them between the nails of your thumbs becomes the simplest way of dealing with them, and preventing them from a second attack. Rubbing alcohol causes them to withdraw their pincers, for to leave them inside does not induce healing of the wounds. When Bruce saw the tick on Susan, he took her by the hand and led her indoors. Getting a little rubbing alcohol, he put a few drops on the attached critter, waited a few moments, and took it off. The critter was crushed between the nails of his two thumbs, and would never bother another person again. "Is this another one?" asked Susan as she held up her arm. Sure enough it was. Using the same technique, the tick came loose, was removed and died for the trouble it had give to Susan. "Where have you been that you got two ticks on you, Susan?" asked Bruce. "Have you been near any cows?" "No, Uncle Bruce," she said. "Only near the dog. You know; the one that likes me, and is always scratching itself." "Thank you for mentioning that," he said. "It's time to give her a powdering to get rid of any more she might have. She must be suffering just like you were." That she had ticks on her was confirmed a short time later. Bruce removed a couple he saw, and applied powder to the dog's fur, working it in as he wore rubber gloves to protect his own hands. When he finished, he turned to Susan and said, "I'm sorry darling, but do not pet Brownie again today, or tomorrow. Late tomorrow I'll give her a good bath, see if any are left on her, and then decide if it would be safe to touch her again after that." "Okay, Uncle Bruce, but I'm afraid I have more of the ticks on me," she said. "Then let's get them," he said. "Go upstairs, and we'll have a war on ticks and see who can win the battle." "Some are in private places," she told him. "Then I'm sorry, Susan, but they must come off before they do too much damage to your skin and mark you for life." "Could we do it in my room, Uncle Bruce?" she asked. "I don't mind you seeing but don't want to be doing that out here." "That's fine, Susan," he confirmed. "Perhaps laying on your bed would be best for we need to get rid of every one, no matter how long it takes." When Susan removed her top, Bruce was surprised at the amount her breasts had developed over the last few months. Somehow, about seven or eight months ago, he had seen one of her nipples as it lay flat and almost unnoticeable on her chest. Now it was on a distinct mound of flesh for she had a breast underneath it. Right next to one nipple was another tick. With his apologies for putting his hands on her breast, he gave it the treatment to cause the insect to remove it's biting tentacles, then removed and destroyed it. Then began the search. Every part of her head was examined, with a comb used to check the actual scalp. Her neck was examined, and her ears before he turned his attention to her hands. One was about to bite into her between two of her fingers, but never got to bite before it died. Next he did her arms, found one more under her arm pit, and dealt with it. From there his attention went to an inch by inch examination of her back, sides and chest, all the way down to her belly button. Then he started on her feet, removed three from her lower legs before moving up to her knees and then thighs. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to remove your skirt and panties, darling," he told her. "You really got hit hard by them, but we must get all of them." "I don't mind, Uncle Bruce," she said as she shed her clothes. Bruce finished her legs, noticing one on the left lip of her vulva. This again was removed and died seconds later. Each spot where one had been located was given the treatment of some ointment to assist in the healing process, including this particular spot. Realizing she must be embarrassed by his seeing her, he wanted to do the rest quickly but it had to be done. He got a small hand towel and placed it over her other than the part where he was working at that moment. Seconds later, Susan tossed it aside, leaving herself exposed to him, but at least making it easier to proceed. The next one was located at the top of the crack of her bum cheeks. To get at it decently he had her get up on her knees, and bent forward. As quickly as he could he got it off, treated the remaining wound, and then finished examining the remaining area between her butt cheeks, normally closed to the world. They were certainly not closed to him today. Susan was turned over to lay on her back once again, and none were found there. Finally he announced, "I do believe you can finally get dressed again, Susan." "There's one place you didn't check, Uncle Bruce," said Susan. "It is one that makes me really itchy and I'm so scared of it hurting when it comes off." "I was taking a chance by not checking there, Susan," he told her. "I guess that can't be anymore. Okay, darling, let's get it over with." Susan raised her feet up to her bum, and spread her legs wide apart. She reached down to spread her vulva open, and Bruce gently moved the clitoris as he examined the entire area. "I don't see any, darling," he told her. "Where is it itchy?" "Inside," said Susan. "Oh, Lord!" he exclaimed. "It's okay, Uncle Bruce," she said. "I'm beginning to really like being naked and having you touch me." "Don't tell anybody, but so am I," he whispered to her. "You are so sweet and really sexy!" "I hope you still feel that way once you've seen inside me down there," she said. She was spread wide open before he touched her. Working his fingers in as far as he could on each lip of her vulva, he spread them open and looked inside. There almost at the bottom of her hymen was another tick, already very large and fat from her blood. "I see it, darling," he said. "I'm afraid it is right on your hymen." "What's a hymen?" she asked. "You probably call it your cherry," he told her. "Oh, yea," she said. "Can you get it?" "He's big and fat, darling," explained her uncle. "Because of where it is, the best way to get him out, is to take some of your hymen with him." "You mean a piece of my skin?" she asked in surprise. "The very place that some lucky guy will be breaking on you when you decide to offer this to him someday. To take it out that way will hurt some though, darling. Do you think you could stand it?" "I think so, Uncle Bruce," she said. "Well, it also means I put two fingers up inside you, to get him," he added. "I wish it was because you wanted to feel me up, but I'll take that anyway I can get it," she volunteered. Bruce slid in one finger without too much difficulty, and with Susan moaning from the sensation of his penetration. The second finger was a little more difficult, and actually started the tearing of her hymen. With two fingers behind her hymen, and his thumb nail in front he said, "Take two breaths in, and I'll take it out when you have the second one inside you." As Susan took her first breath in, he pulled, tore it out completely, taking with it about a quarter inch piece of her cherry. "You said on my second breath," she complained. "That was only my first one, and it hurt!" "But it got it over before you realized sweetheart," he told her. "It meant less time to worry about it." "So is my cherry gone?" she asked. "Only a piece of it, Susan," he explained. "See it here with the tick still holding on," he offered as he showed it to her. "No wonder it's been so itchy," she said. "Look at the size of it!" "You should find it a little more pleasurable when you play with yourself tonight," he told her. "How do you know all my secrets?" she asked. "Your biggest one is right here in front of me," he pointed out. "I guess uncles just seem to know their nieces, eh?" "Uncle Bruce, would you do something for me?" she asked. "Tell me what and I'll let you know," he replied. "Put your fingers back up inside me for a moment, please?" she pleaded. "You want me to do it for you instead of doing it yourself," he surmised. "Would you, Uncle Bruce?" she asked. "Lay back and feel what it's like to have something in there," he said. Spreading her vulva once more, he looked to see how much he had torn, and whether or not it was still bleeding. It wasn't and he slipped his two fingers up though the larger opening that now existed there. "It feels so wonderful, Uncle Bruce! Is it so bad for you to have to do it?" "It's more wonderful than I could ever tell you, Susan," he said. "I like doing it to you. It's wrong, but I like doing it." With his thumb on her clitoris, he began to draw his fingers back and then reinserted them both into her once again. Her moan of satisfaction was one of pure sensual satisfaction, and invited a repeat. With two fingers up inside of her vagina, and one thumb caressing her clitoris, Susan had a climax like she had never had before, as she thrashed back and forth on the bed. As the climax subsided, Bruce slipped his fingers back out, and then finally left her room completely while she had curled up on her bed in a foetal position, not noticing him leaving. Two minutes later she was running down the stairs fully dressed as she searched for her uncle. "Why did you leave like that, Uncle Bruce?" she demanded when she found him. "It should not have happen, Susan," he told her. "You're my sister's underage kid, and it shouldn't have happened!" "You tried to help me with the ticks," she said. "I wanted to take off my clothes so you would see me, Uncle Bruce. I wanted it for so long, and it finally happed, and I'm as happy about it as I could be. You were helping me one way and I was doing something for myself in a different way, and am still glad it worked. Please, don't be upset about it, Uncle Bruce. That would spoil how wonderful it was!" "Does it still hurt down there, darling?" he asked. "That stopped before I begged you to feel me up, Uncle Bruce," she reported. "My sister must never know, Susan," he told her. "Mom will learn how you took ticks off me all over, including the one on my breast. She'll never know about the ones down below, at least not from me." "Since we are going to share the secret of what happened, could we add another hug to the list to hide?" he asked. "I sure could use a hug from you." "You can hug me all you want, Uncle Bruce," she said as she came over into his arms. "You can undress me anytime we are alone, too! We'll keep it a secret after I seduce you and you rape me, Uncle Bruce. Please, I want you to rape me! I love you, Uncle Bruce!" "I love you too, Susan," he said as he slipped his hands under her skirt and inside her panties again. "That's part of why I don't want to rape your young virgin body." "You do like it though, don't you?" she questioned. "The prettiest, sexiest girl I've ever known," he declared. "Of course I liked it, and want to see it again." "Then finish what you started and make me a woman, Uncle Bruce," she said. "You can have me and only you and I will ever know." Susan lost her virginity some thirty minutes later. His entry was made easier by the tear he had already inflicted, and her pleasure of having sex started all the sooner. It was her first, but would not be her last, with her major partner being Uncle Bruce for the moment. Every opportunity, Susan would parade around naked before him until he had satisfied his lust for her deep up inside her vagina. Her favourite was to lay on her back and allow him to see and play with her naked body. It was during that time he watched as her breasts developed over the months, and change from little mounds to full grown breasts. He also got to watch her hair grow between her legs and hide her vulva at the front. With full liberty to explore when he wanted, he was never prevented from seeing or being in touch with her sex centre, for it was available to him regularly.