Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Sweet Dreams, Erica by Diola Dragontail "Shhh. I don't want to wake anyone up." I slipped into the room as silently as I could. "What? What are you doing in here?" My uncle's face looked panicked, like a cornered animal. He seemed to be trying to figure out if he should fight or flight. "I know stuff." I whispered into the darkness as I closed the door behind me. "I saw the way you were looking at me tonight. When you thought no one would notice." Uncle squirmed in his bed, the panic on his face growing more pronounced as the color drained from his face. His breathing was coarse and rapid now, whistling dryly through his throat. "I don't, I don't know what you're talking about." "You know exactly what I'm talking about." I frowned mockingly at him. "I'm not stupid. I know what you were doing. What you were thinking." Sweat was starting to form on his forehead. His hands were noticeably shaking underneath the bed sheets. "Erica you shouldn't be in here. You should go back to bed." I smiled now, taking just a single step closer to him. "You don't really want me to do that, do you?" He didn't reply, not in words anyway. He just continued to stare at me. I could see his face trying to form words, but none were coming out of him. "You don't really want me to leave." I repeated. "This is what you were thinking about today, isn't it? You would have given anything to have a moment alone with me. One moment where no one else would see. No one else would ever know about it." Uncle swallowed hard, the lump traveling down his neck. The sweat glistening on his forehead. "You... You really should leave." "I should leave?" I mused and shrugged, "Maybe. Should, would, could. Should isn't as much fun though." He started to sit up in the bed now, one very shaky hand reaching to his forehead. His palm wiping the sweat away. He went to speak, but I interrupted him. "I saw you watching me. You were just hoping for the chance to see something, weren't you?" He started to stammer out a protest, but I wouldn't have any of that. "An accidental glance? A small slip?" "I didn't, I wouldn't!" He quickly blurted out, his eyes wide in shock. "Admit it, Uncle. You just want to see me naked, don't you?" I reached up to the pink velvet bow that clasped the top of my nightgown together. Fingers toying with the frayed ends of it. His eyes dropped to watch my hands. His lips pursed dryly. Words tried to leave them, but nothing happened again. "This is what you wanted isn't it?" Delicately grasping the ends, I slowly pulled at them. Letting the bow come undone as slowly as I could. "This is what you wanted to see." His hand reached to dry his forehead again. His eyes locked on my fingers, watching them, waiting for what they would do. "Say it." I whispered into the darkness. "Say that you want to see my breasts. Ask me to show you them, Uncle." The panic in his eyes grew, I could see the conflict waging in his head. His wants and needs telling him to do what I asked, the primal beast in him screaming out. The rest of his mind begging him to send me away, the kind, reserved man pushing him to resist. I let go of the pink ribbons that had been the bow and let the nightgown hang open. I knew it was showing him no more than a modest bathing suit would show. My breasts, small as they are, were still well hidden behind the dangling edges of the nightgown. "You want to see." I knew he needed just the slightest bit of encouragement, to tip the conflict in his mind in the direction that I wanted. "There's no harm in looking. And I want you to see." He licked his lips slowly. The balance in his mind was wavering more now. His whole body was shaking from the effect I was having on him. "It will be our secret." I smirked slowly, knowing that that would all it would take to convince him. His head twitched then nodded a yes, very slowly. Like a defeated fighter slowly acknowledging his loss. "Say it." I repeated, wanting to hear him say the words. "Say that you want to see me. I want to hear you say it." His eyes glancing back and forth into the darkness of the guest room. Like he expected someone to be lurking in the shadows. Waiting to leap out at his first sign of weakness. "I want..." The words were hoarse in his dry mouth. He swallowed again before he continued. "I want to see you Erica." I moved my hands to my shoulders, slowly slipping the nightgown down over my arms. Still being careful to only show him exactly what I wanted. Just the slow rise of my chest, where my breasts began. Clutching the nightgown to myself, just above the hardened tips of my dark nipples. "More. Tell me what you want to see." I repeated, chiding him to continue speaking. "Your chest." He blurted the whisper out, his face immediately relaxing after the words fled him. It was as if he had just given birth to the statement and the relief was already starting to hit him. I smiled more, sliding the nightgown down below my breasts. Letting him see the pale flesh of my bare chest. Letting him see how excited I was. He gasped into the darkness, his eyes growing even wider for a moment, before narrowing and focusing. His attention was completely captivated by my skin. "Do you like them?" I asked now. "Do they look like what you imagined?" For a moment, there was no response. Not even an acknowledgement from him that I had spoken. Then a sudden nod of agreement. His breathing even more rapid and dry, but his eyes still locked on my chest. "Do you want to see more?" I asked, still holding my nightgown around my waist. His eyes glanced quickly to my face, a look of disbelief exploding onto his features. "What?" "Do you want to see more?" I repeated softly, not wanting to scare him. "Just ask me." He stared at me, blinking slowly. His mind processing my words and still not seeming to believe them. "Show me more." His voice a hushed whisper, almost inaudible. Betraying his total disbelief that I would comply. "Okay." I smiled, sliding the nightgown slowly down, baring my flat belly to him. Down across my hips that had only just started to take on the curves of a young woman. I let go of it, like it fall down past my legs, onto the floor. I stood there before him in only a small pair of pink panties, showing no modesty and no attempt to cover myself up. His eyes ran quickly over me, trying to take in every detail. Afraid that I'd turn around and run away, taking his one chance with me. His breathing had slowed to almost nothing, his hands grasping the bed tightly; holding onto it like it was a life raft in the middle of a stormy ocean. "I'm wet, Uncle. Can you see that?" I asked, feeling the moist spot between my legs. Imagining the pink fabric turning a darker red from my own liquor. He said nothing to reply, instead his fingers tightened against the bed, Clutching it even tighter. I knew he could see exactly what I meant. "Do you want to see more?" I whispered again, feeling my excitement grow inside me. "No, no." He quickly managed to stammer out. "You should go back to bed. You shouldn't be doing this." I frowned at hearing his words, but then smiled as I realized it was just the last gasp of his resistance. His last effort to try to stop what was happening inside him, inside me too. "Do you really want me to go?" I asked, knowing that I had no intention of leaving yet. I slid my hands to grasp the waist bands of my panties. Pulling them up slowly, pulling them tight against my skin, until I could feel the gusset slip between my excited lips. The cool air immediately chilling the moist edges of my flesh. His gasp was loud, almost a moan. His eyes locked on my exposed pink flesh and stared openly. His mouth bobbed open and closed, stammering for words, but said nothing. I thought about asking him again, but decided not to. I already knew what his answer would be. And I didn't want to give him another chance to try and turn me down. I eased my hands down, pulling the panties down with them. Letting them slip out of my pussy. Dragging them down my legs until I could step out of them. I held the panties in my hand for a moment and thought about dropping them on the floor. Instead I decided to toss them to him. Letting them land on the bed next to him. His hands moved like a pair of starving wild dogs, grabbing up my panties like it was a bit of meat. He quickly brought them to his face, smelling them then he froze, glancing at me. An embarrassed rosy glow grew on his cheeks, his eyes almost looking away from me in shame. Embarrassed by his sudden loss of control. He seemed to expect me to laugh or ridicule him, maybe even insult him. Instead I just smiled, "Do they smell good?" He blinked again in surprise, nodding slowly. He managed to speak in a meek voice, "Yes." "Let me see." I reached down and ran a finger against my lips, feeling the glistening wetness on my finger. I brought it up to my nose, deeply breathing in my own scent. It was musky and salty, but not entirely unpleasing. Uncle continued to stare at me in disbelief, seeming not to believe even what he had just seen with his own eyes. He glanced at my panties in his hands again, and then brought them back to his face. Slipping the darker pink spot into his mouth and sucking my wetness from them. A low moan escaped him around the fabric. "They taste good too," He said in almost the same meekly embarrassed voice, his eyes watching me eagerly. "Really?" I paused for a second, then reached down and touched myself again, collecting more wetness from myself. I brought it to my lips and slipped it into my mouth, sucking the taste of myself into me, He gasped as he watched me, blinking slowly, but never once taking his eyes off of me. "You're right. I do taste good." I giggled back to him, more than amused. He stared at me for a moment and then actually laughed in reply, but it was more of a nervous, twitchy laugh. Like he didn't know what to expect next. "I bet you taste good too." I said, taking another step closer to his bed. Now within arms reach of him. "What?" He almost shouted in disbelief. Before he could say anything more, I pointed towards the lump in his sheets that had been steadily growing since I slipped into the room uninvited. "I don't think..." He started to reply, but not wanting to take no for an answer, I knelt by the edge of the bed. Reaching out and grasping his dick through the thin cotton sheets. His body immediately lurched from my touch, but he didn't try to get away from me. He just stared down across the bed, watching me touch his body like he was just a spectator. "Uncle?" I could see the dark wet spot in the sheet, right where it was covering the head of his dick. "You stained your sheets. Mom would be upset if she saw that." I leaned closer and waved the tip of his dick under my nose, smelling it slowly. "You smell good too." I smiled the sweetest smile up at him that I thought I could manage, and then slipped my tongue out from between my lips. Letting the tip of it run across the dark wet spot he had made. He groaned loudly as I traced the head of his dick through the sheet. Finding the ridge that ran along the underside of its head. Tracing it all the way around the circumference of his dick. "Mmmmm." I murmured, enjoying the taste of my Uncle's pre-cum. "You taste good too, you know." I leaned back a bit, still holding his thick dick in my small fist. I started to stroke it up and down slowly, watching the way he squirmed and shook with each motion. "Oh god, oh god." He started to pant, his eyes staring straight up at the ceiling now. "Erica, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum." "I don't want that to happen." He just stared at me, stunned as I let go of his dick. "I'd better stop then." He was at an even bigger loss for words than he had been before. Just staring at me kneeling next to the bed, his mouth open and his eyes pleading. "What?" I just shrugged at him. "Don't stop." His voice a whisper now, the twinge of a begging tone to it. "Please don't stop." "What do you want me to do?" I stared at him, doing my best to look confused and unsure of myself. "Do you want me to suck your dick?" He swallowed and his whole body quivered when he heard me say that. I could tell he liked me talking dirty like that. His little innocent niece saying dirty words to him. Asking him if he wanted her to give him a blow job. "Say it then." I crossed my arms, covering my bare breasts from his view. "I want to hear you ask me." He nodded slowly, his mind slowing coming to terms with complying. "Please, Erica, sweetie, suck Uncle Keith's dick. I really want you to." His hand, shaking as it was, still managed to pull the sheet away. Uncovering his body for me to see clearly. His dick sticking straight up away from his hips. A mat of sweaty black hair clustered underneath it. I smiled happily, reaching up and wrapping my fingers back around the base of his dick. I leaned closer, getting ready to taste him directly. I slipped my tongue out and was only a few hairs thickness away from touching him. But instead I paused and looked up at him. "Uncle?" I could feel his heart beating in his dick. It started pounding even hard when I spoke, it was like this was almost too much for him to handle. "What?" His voice gasping now, struggling to keep himself in control. I was sure he just wanted to grab hold of my head and force me down onto him. "Can I touch myself while I suck you?" I blinked up at him while using my best sweet voice. "Oh god, yes." He begged, his heartbeat speeding up even more now. "But I want to watch you do it." He shifted his body over, making space on the narrow bed. "Come up here with me." I giggled as I hopped up to my feet, holding onto his dick the entire time. I slid into bed with him, immediately running my tongue along the length of his dick. I could hear him wheeze loudly as I wrapped my lips around the head of it. I spread my legs wide, draping one leg over his legs and started to rub my palm against my pussy. I was aching for this now, my clit so hard and excited it actually hurt to be touched. I ran my tongue all over the head of Uncle's dick, making his breathing start to get even more labored. I started to use my hand to stroke him in and out of my mouth, with each movement, I was able to get a little bit more of him inside me. "Erica, Erica..." If I didn't know better, by the tone of his voice, I would think Uncle was in pain. I pushed two fingers inside myself and started to rock my own hips against my hand. Grinding my clit against my palm. I could feel myself squish and convulse against my fingers. Each thrust of my clit causing more juice to run out of me. "Oh god, I'm going to cum." Uncle moaned out, his voice quavering and weak, begging me not to stop before he finished. I held onto the base of his cock even tighter, squeezing it in my fist. I could feel it twitch, his cum trying to force its way out. I squeezed even tighter, closing it off, making him moan and whimper even louder. I pushed a third finger into myself, stretching my lips even further. I rubbed the base of my palm against myself, my excitement growing. I relaxed my fist just enough to let a little bit of him pass, feeling his dick spasm in my mouth as the first jet of cum rocketed out of me. I could feel it hit the back of my throat and fought back the urge to gag. I started to move my fingers in and out of myself quicker now, feeling jet after jet of Uncle's cum filling my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, the warm liquid sliding down my throat and landing in my waiting belly. Little orgasms were burning between my legs as the last of Uncle's cum ended its journey into my body. His body eased from its tenseness and fell into exhaustion. He just laid there gasping for air as his dick slipped out of my mouth. I watched him for a moment, the dazed look on his face. The way the veins in his neck were still throbbing. The occasional twitch of his fingers. "Did it feel good?" I asked when his body seemed to finally relax fully. "Oh, god, yes." He whispered in a dry heave.S "Erica, sweetie, it was incredible." I grinned happily at the praise, licking my lips and swallowing the last of his taste. I watched his hands relax then looked back to his face. "Uncle?" "Yes?" His voice was finally returning to normal, still a bit hoarse, but not overcome with any particular emotion. "Why won't you touch me?" He sat up slightly, watching me on the bed near his legs. He blinked, obviously not sure of what to say. "I... I can't." "Why not?" I was confused now, had I done something wrong? "Because." He seemed to be laboring for an answer, but could see by my face that a simple `because' was not going to be acceptable. "It wouldn't be right." "Why not?" I knitted my eyebrows at him, even more confused and not sure if I should be mad at him. "Don't you want to touch me?" "Oh god, yes." He panted out, the desperation starting to ease back into his voice. "Erica, I want to touch you so badly." "Then why won't you?" I didn't feel mad anymore, actually kind of amused. But I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. "Because I can't. It wouldn't be right." He paused for a second as he realized he was just repeating himself. "Because I'm your Uncle. And if your parents found out... it would just be wrong." "They aren't going to find out, silly." I giggled at him, slapping his belly lightly. "I won't tell them if you won't. It' will just be our secret." His eyes darted around the room for a second and then focused on my face again. I could see that he was obviously trying to decide how much he actually wanted me. And what the consequences could be. As if him letting me suck his dick was somehow okay. "You already said you want to touch me." I teased him, rubbing his belly lightly, trying to rub away the small red hand print I had left. "Don't you want to touch my tits?" I leaned up onto my elbow now, resting my breasts on his leg, making sure he could get a good look at them. He just started and nodded slowly, "Yes." "Do you want to suck them?" He drew in a sharp breath and just nodded slowly when he wasn't able to find his voice. "Do you want to touch my pussy?" I moved my hips closer and rubbed myself against his lower leg. He glanced down at his leg and watched me grind myself against him. "Oh god, Erica, you need to stop." His voice was begging, pleading for me to stop. I leaned even closer to him, resting my chin on his chest. "Do you want to eat my pussy?" "Please, Erica, stop. Don't talk like that." Panic seemed to be flaring in his eyes. I smirked, feeling more evil, and even more turned on. "Do you want to fuck me?" "Erica," his voice was barely a whimper now. "Yes, I want to fuck you." "Good." I smiled broadly, almost ear to ear. "I want to do all of that too.." I took his hand in mine and pulled it down, moving my hips up to grind against the back of it. Smearing my wetness all over his hand and fingers. "Doesn't that feel good?" He nodded slowly, staring unblinking at my hips rocking against his hand. "Can you feel how much I want you?" "Oh god, yes." He panted out. "I want you too... Please, Erica, sit on Uncle Keith's face? Please? Let me taste you?" "Yes Uncle." I giggled out my most obedient, cutesy sounding voice. Immediately crawling over him, dragging my nipples against his bare chest, and then finally straddling his face. My pussy just inches from his mouth. "Do I still smell as good?" He moved his nose closer, just barely dragged the tip of it through the tiny bit of black hair that crowned the top of my pussy. I could feel the cold breeze on my lips as he inhaled deeply, followed by the warm gust of his exhale. "You smell unbelievable." He groaned, the same whimper still hidden in the edges of his voice. I pushed my hips closer to him, pressing my pussy against his mouth and chin. Coating his face with a sheen of my juices. "How do I taste?" His mouth opened and slurped up against my entire pussy, from clit to lips, I could feel his warm tongue pressing against me, invading me. I could feel him suck my liquor from me. A moment later and the lurch of his head told me that he had swallowed, I pulled back slightly, so that I could hear him answer me. "Oh god, Erica, please, let me have more." I pushed my hips back to his face, feeling his tongue rejoin with my body. I started rocking my hips against his face, reaching down and holding to his head. Making sure that I kept his mouth right where I wanted. "Uncle, that feels so good." With each slurp of his tongue, I could feel my excitement building. I could feel more and more juice welling up inside me and spilling down across his face. Something was missing. I could see that he still refused to touch me. Still wouldn't do anything unless I made him do it, forced him to do it. I reached down and took his hands, pulling them up off the bed where he had kept them plastered. I pulled them back to my ass and pressed them there. Held them there as I continued to grind against his face. Forcing him to help move me. After a moment, I let go of his hands and was happy to feel them stay there. I waited a moment more and then stopping moving my hips myself, even happier to find his hands continued to push me. His fingers kneading my ass cheeks as he pushed and pulled my pussy against his mouth. "Yes, make me fuck your face, Uncle." I groaned, using my hands to rub my breasts, and then pinch my nipples. I could feel the orgasm start to build inside me, the need for release growing even more. "Uncle, please fuck me now," I didn't want to cum like this; I wanted to feel him inside me when I came. "I want you to fuck me." Uncle suddenly sat up, sending me spilling onto the bed next to him with a surprised yelp. "So you want me to fuck you?" His voice a guttural growl now. "Do you really want me to fuck you?" I nodded quickly, wide eye surprised at his sudden change of voice. "Little bitch came in here and teased me, didn't you?" He pulled me closer to him, pushing me down on the warm bed. "Come on. Say it. Tell me what you did. I want to hear you say it." I stared up at him, his hands pinning my shoulders to the bed. The rest of my body squirming underneath him. "I came in here and teased you." I mewled out, my eyes still wide and staring at him. "And what are you?" His whispered growl of a question making my whole body shiver. "I'm a bitch." I whispered out. "Again. Louder." He shook me harder, pinning me tighter against the mattress. "What are you? Say it." "I'm a teasing little bitch." I repeated, still whispering. "Good." He spat out at me, one of his knees pushing between my calves and slowly prying my legs apart. "And whose bitch are you?" I swallowed, my whole body still crying out for release. The need growing more than I could have imagined. "I'm your bitch, Uncle." "And you wanted me to fuck you, did you?" Both of his knees pressed their way between my legs. His dick rubbing against my pussy, leaking little drips of hot semen down onto me. "Yes, Uncle." I groaned the ache almost unbearable now. "Please fuck me." "As you wish." His hands released my shoulders now, one moving to cover my mouth, the other reaching down and holding onto my hips. He thrust forward, his dick pushing deep into me in one stroke. I screamed out, only to have it muffled by the palm of his hand. I pulled my hips back, trying to move back away from him, but he held me in place. His hips pulling slowly back, and then thrusting into me again, harder than the first time, making me scream out again. "Is that what you wanted?" His voice taunting me as he pulled out and thrust a third time into me. I nodded quickly under him, enjoying every moment of his need. Feeling his animal exploding out of him. Knowing I had made him do this. Not wanting him to stop. He grunted as he thrust into me a fourth time, his hand finally releasing my mouth. Letting me gasp for much needed air. "How does that feel?" He grunted as he continued to thrust into and out of me, picking up speed now. "Does it feel good?" "Oh god, yes, Uncle, it feels good." I panted in reply, my whole body shaking, back arching up towards him. "Do you want me to stop?" His hand engulfed my left breast, squeezing it painfully, making the nipple pop out even further. He leaned closer, catching the nipple between his teeth and holding onto it. "No," I whimpered out, stifling down a shriek of pain. "Don't stop, please don't stop." "Then I guess I'd better." His voice mocked me, releasing my nipple and then pulling back and out of me. I stared up at him in disbelief, stammering for words to say. His hands gripped my hips, flipping my tiny body easily over onto my belly. Without saying a word, his hands moved down, pulling my ass cheeks apart. His dick pushing and forcing its way up into me. I screamed out into the pillow beneath me, while his dick pushed its way all the way up into my ass. Every vein that lined his dick seemed to be throbbing against me. With each heartbeat it pressed me open even further. "Now how does that feel, little bitch?" He pulled me up onto my hands and knees as he grunted at me. "Please, Uncle..." I begged, tears welling up in my eyes from his unexpected intrusion into my body. "Please cum inside my ass." "Oh, I plan to, sweetie." He pulled back, and then pushed into me again. His hands reaching under me and squeezing both my breasts now, hanging onto them as he pulled and pushed me underneath him. I could feel his dick twitch inside me, his hands squeezing me even tighter. Then the warm flood of his seed spurting into my ass. He grunted loudly, pulling out of me and falling back onto his haunches as he caught his breath. I remained on my hands and knees for a moment, feeling the last waves of ecstasy pass through me as Uncle's cum slowly leaked out of me. Then exhaustion hit me, sending me falling down to the bed. "Come on; let's get you back to bed." I heard him say either a moment or an hour later, his hands slipping underneath my tired and achy body. Lifting me up slowly. "Are you okay, sweetie?" "Umhm." I nodded slowly, feeling too weak to reply fully. "Good." He smiled and leaned closer, kissing my forehead. With my eyes barely open, I could see the guest room slowly pass by. We stepped down the hallway, past the still closed door to my parent's bedroom, then through the door to my own bedroom. He laid me down on my bed and then pulled the sheet over me, covering me up. "Do you want to do that again tomorrow night?" He asked, as his fingers ran through my sweat matted hair. "Umhm." I repeated, nodding tiredly. "Good." He leaned in and kissed my forehead again. "Sweet dreams, Erica."