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Taking care of Uncle Frank
An Erotic Story
I don't remember the first time I had sex. Mother says is
was probably when I was about three years old, but can't
guarantee it. It could have been as early as two years old, or
as late as five. For sure none of us kids ever retained our
virginities past entering kindergarten. With five rambunctious
and horny boys, and three girls scattered among three full-sized
beds and a cot in the same bedroom, with nobody much caring which
bed they sleeped in, having sex or not, was a non-issue. I mean,
if you climbed into bed with someone of the opposite sex, and
that person wanted to have sex, then you did. So what? Nobody
thought anything of it.
No, nobody forced anybody to do anything. It seemed just as
natural to me or my sisters to go to sleep sandwiched between two
of the boys, as it did with two girls and a boy, or three girls.
So one of the boys might have his "thing" buried in your hole
when you did? Again, so what. It felt good.
No, our house wasn't one big long orgy, either. While me
and Mike or Tim would sometimes get bored, and fuck during the
day, usually any sex we had was at night, as we were all usually
too busy during the day to have sex. I mean, have you ever lived
on a farm? There isn't a lot of time during the day for extra
things like fucking your brothers. . . .
Though we DID manage it sometimes. I remember one time Tim
and I were watching cows, and had almost the whole afternoon to
ourselves. I think he was about 14, and I was about 7 or
possibly 8. My big brother must have left enough baby-juice in
my tummy that one day, it's probably a wonder I'm STILL not
having his kids. <Giggle.>
Yeah, kids . . . babies. Of course I knew. When you're
raised on a farm, and see everything from chickens, cows, dogs,
and horses getting bred, you know pretty much where babies come
from. I think I was probably about 6 or 7, the first time I
watched our parents do it. I'm fairly sure that was the time
they were working on Lisa, but it could have been Jenny.
Me? Ha! Sure I knew. No, I wasn't worried about it, any
more than I worried about what chores my parents would have for
me the next day. Chores were a continuous affair on the farm,
and so was having babies. Nobody would have gotten mad if one
morning I showed up at breakfast with a big belly by my brother.
Mother would just have slowly reduced the chores I did, while I
carried the baby. After all, helping Mother have babies could be
considered just another one of the chores too. Only none of us
girls ever looked at it as a chore. We all LIKE babies. Don't
you?
So, with this in mind, you can see why I didn't think a
thing of Mother putting me in the guest-room with Uncle Frank,
when he came over. Usually when single-men (or divorced or
widowed like Grandpa) relatives came over, it was my older
sisters who took care of them. It was a mark that I was finally
getting to be a "big girl" that mother let me help out.
Huh? Of COURSE I mean sex, dummy! That's what this whole
discussion is about.
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While Uncle Frank isn't my favorite male relative, or even
favorite uncle, he isn't all that bad. If I had been completely
turned-off by the idea of spending two weeks sleeping with my
mother's little brother, she would have gotten one of the other
girls to do it, or done it herself. Mother was NOT a woman to
make a man got to bed unsatisfied . . . not with all the
available pussy in OUR house. If anybody went to sleep sexually
frustrated, then it was their own fault, as either sex could get
all they wanted, just by asking.
Yes, girls asked boys too. In fact, I remember the first
time I asked my father for sex . . . Whoooeeee! Didn't get it;
but what I DID get . . . wow! But that's a different story. I'm
talking about what happened last month.
So, while anybody could get sex, practically just by showing
interest, Mother didn't like guests to have to get up to ask.
Thus, when Grandpa or Uncle Frank came over, she just assigned
one of us girls to sleep with him. That way, we could take care
of him whenever he needed it, and not have to ask.
Of course, Mother asked me first, if I minded "taking care
of" Uncle Frank, but why would I object? So Uncle Frank would
"use me" to jack off into for a week or two. So what? It wasn't
as if it was something I didn't do almost every night with one of
the boys. Or even oftener sometimes. I figured I could put up
with Uncle Frank for a few days, if it would make Mother happy.
Heck, from the way Lisa gushed about the times she slept
with Grandpa when he was here, it might be refreshing to fuck an
older man for a change. I mean, Uncle Frank is almost the same
age as Daddy, and I've been trying to get HIM in my bed since I
was seven. Only Mother says he's "too big" for me.
I figured that maybe If I show her I'm NOT so little, by
taking on Uncle Frank, she'll at least let me try taking Daddy
inside me. It would be worth it, as both my older sisters say
Daddy is an even better lover than Grandpa . . . not just bigger.
I just cream my shorts at the very thought. I remember how good
Grandpa was that time he spent almost his whole vacation here,
and got Lisa pregnant sometime in those three weeks. While my
big sister kept Grandpa pretty busy at nights, he still had a
little left over for me, Mother, and Sandra. In fact, Mother
insisted that Lisa let us have Grandpa during the day, since she
got him almost all night long. Mother said it wasn't fair for
Lisa to "hog" Grandpa to herself, so we got him during the day.
Even so, it was almost unbearable, to see my big sister so smug,
when her belly started getting big about two months after Grandpa
went home. At least it wasn't Daddy who knocked her up, or my
big sister would have been insufferable. Well, I can't blame
her. I know if I ever get Daddy (or even Grandpa) to knock me
up, I'll be so proud I'll probably act like a stuck-up little
bitch myself. Still, not much chance of that. Daddy mostly only
fucks Mother, and when he DOES fuck one of my sisters, he's
usually pretty careful about when he does it. Even Grandpa
usually is; only that one time he stayed almost a week over his
planned vacation, and then both he and our parents just forgot to
have somebody else take over for Lisa during that third week.
I'm sure Lisa didn't forget though. Actually, neither did I; but
the look my big sister gave me when I started to say something
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once, stopped me cold. I knew that Lisa wouldn't tell on ME, so
why should I tell on her? Besides, it wasn't as if I would have
been allowed to take her place anyway. So I kept my big mouth
shut; and now Lisa owes me one. Still, my parents both figured
it would probably be at least another year before I start having
periods; and besides, Mother isn't likely to make THAT mistake
twice. Shit.
Since Grandpa usually only comes to visit for a few days
around Christmas, and on vacation about every two or three years,
the only real chance I have is sneaking a period or two by Daddy,
when Mother decides I'm "big enough."
Of course, if I DO "catch" even then, it'll probably be one
of the boys, but a girl can hope, can't she?
Anyway, that's why I was willing to "put up with" Uncle
Frank . . . just to show Mother that even though she knew I
wasn't menstruating yet, that I'm still a "big girl" now. That
way, maybe next time Daddy is feeling a little extra-horny,
she'll let ME "take care of him" instead of one of my big
sisters.
Aw heck . . . listen to me. You'd think that it was some
onerous chore for me to sleep with my uncle, instead of being
something I wanted to do. While Uncle Frank isn't a stud like
Daddy, or even Grandpa, he's not THAT bad in bed either. To hear
me talk, you'd think my uncle was a really lousy lay, or stank,
or mistreated us girls, or something. No, as I said earlier, I
didn't mind "taking care of" Uncle Frank at all. It would be a
lot of fun to feel a real grownup's prick sliding up my hot
little hole and squirting baby-juice inside me, just like we were
married, for almost two whole weeks. I was actually looking
forward to it. While I knew from my older sisters that Uncle
Frank is no Daddy, or even Grandpa, he probably would be at LEAST
as good as any of my brothers, and I've been fucking them for
years.
So, why do I sound a little irritated, when this is
something I ASKED for, once Mother let me know I could? It's
just that it seems a little unfair that I only get Uncle Frank to
sleep with for my first time, when last year my big sister not
only got to fuck Grandpa for three solid weeks, but to have his
baby too. How come SHE gets to be so lucky? Lisa gets Grandpa
to fuck and suck, and even gets his baby, while I get stuck with
Uncle Frank.
Damn. Listen to me . . . you'd think I was getting raped,
instead of being allowed to do something I had been fighting for,
for years. Grandpa wouldn't be coming to visit for the summer
for probably two more years, while Mother says I'm still too
small for my father . . . not that Mother would give him up to me
for more than one night anyway. <Sigh.> If I wanted the
privilege of sleeping with a grownup, then Uncle Frank would have
to do.
I found out that night, why my sisters thought Uncle Frank
isn't as good in bed as some of our other relatives . . . he
isn't. Uncle Frank is just a horny old goat, not a lover. Once
we settled down in the bed that night, he just pulled me close,
slipped his big prick between my legs, and fucked me. Uhuh; no
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feeling me up, no kissing, hugging, or cuddling, and certainly no
real foreplay like eating me out. Just climb in bed with your
niece, slip your prick in her slot, and plug away until you cum
inside her. No wonder Uncle Frank is still single. I asked
Mother later about it, and she said her little brother had always
been that way; and it was too late to change him now. Even when
she was 12 and he was 10, and he climbed into his big sister's
bed for the first time, he was like that; just climbing between
her legs and pumping his big sister's slit full of baby-making
seed. It's only the fact that Mother was a horny little slut,
and could cum at the drop of a zipper, that let her allow him in
her bed in the first place, and made her have any fun, in the
second. Back then, Mother says she was a "nympho" (whatever that
is) so she was able to get off at least twice before he did, even
though her little brother didn't last more than two or three
minutes . . . being his first time.
Thankfully, my uncle has improved a LOT, in that department
anyway, in the years since then. While I like sex, I'm NOT the
horny slut my mother was. Five minutes after Uncle Frank first
slid inside me, I gasped and shuddered to my first orgasm. Once
I finished, Uncle Frank turned me over and fucked me "missionary
style" so HE could get off. I guess climbing in bed with a girl,
and fucking her from behind like that, WAS my uncle's idea of
foreplay. My second cum always comes easier than the first; so I
was able to enjoy a second climax and the twinges of a third,
before he stiffened on top of me and blew what seemed like
gallons of incestuous cum at my womb. While my uncle was NOT
what you would call a "good lover" and would probably be WAY down
the list on people I would like to marry, he always did manage to
get me off, even so. His prick WAS a lot bigger than any of my
brothers, and he DID always fuck me long enough to get off at
least once. Usually that was it though; as after that first time
Uncle Frank rarely did even the weak attempt at "warming me up"
of fucking me from behind, before climbing on top of me and
fucking me "his way." What a jerk.
When he finished, instead of cuddling up to me afterwards
like even Mike does, my uncle pulled out, rolled over, and fell
asleep on me! As I said, what a jerk! I guess that since he
knew I had gotten MY rocks off, Uncle Frank figured he had done
his duty to me. Shit.
For all his being a lousy lay, my uncle IS a fairly nice guy
otherwise. Only he just doesn't seem to realize that there are
things in sex besides just sticking it in, and blowing your cork
in a girl. I TRIED to show him, but it's hard to have serious
discussions about sex when your uncle is grunting and groaning
before he blows his seed in you womb, and even harder to talk
when he falls asleep afterwards. Uncle Frank never seemed to
care (or even notice) the mess he made in my crotch, or even the
sticky mess on his prick when he lay there dribbling a last few
drops of cum from his wilting prick afterwards. With a more
considerate man (like any of my brothers) I would have stuck a
tissue in my leaking cunny, while I cleaned him up with my mouth.
(No, I don't mind sucking a man's prick after it's been inside
me, and even ejaculated cum in my vagina. Semen is sweet, clean,
and healthy; and so is the stuff MY body makes. Some girls think
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it tastes good, and actually LIKE cleaning up messes like that.
I'm not THAT wild about it, but I don't mind either. It's kind
of like drinking tap-water . . . not the drink you would CHOOSE,
but drinkable; but not your favorite, like milk or orange-juice,
either.)
Only I'll be damned if I'll do it for a jerk who goes to
sleep on me. So, after about the third time, I would get up
immediately afterwards and douche in the bathroom, while leaving
Uncle Frank to take care of himself. after the first few times I
stopped doing even that; just grabbing a tissue to stopper up my
hole with, and making sure that HE slept on the wet-spot.
No, fucking Uncle Frank wasn't all THAT much of an onerous
chore. Actually, I DID enjoy it, as he really did manage to get
me off EVERY time, which even my brothers didn't always manage.
So it wasn't all that bad.
The next morning, my uncle did it again. I woke up to
feeling him sliding in and out of me from behind. From the
sloppy-wet mess of my vagina, either he had been doing it of over
half an hour; leaving trickles of sperm and pre-cum in me every
so often, or he had ejaculated in me sometime during the night.
>From what I learned later, it could have been either or both.
Once he felt me wake up, Uncle Frank rolled me over, climbed
on top, and gave me another shot of baby-juice in my tummy.
Uncle Frank may not have been the greatest lover in the world,
but could that man ever cum! It seems the feeling of my tight
little cunny squeezing on him made my uncle belch more thick
white sperm in my belly than you would expect from any three
normal men. He just held his prick buried to the hilt in my
body, while his prick spat what seemed like gallons of cum in me.
Each time I'd think he was done, I'd feel yet another bulge
ripple through my uncle's prick, before spurting yet another
thick white *splat* of incestuous cum at my unprotected uterus.
Each time I would shiver in response, while my cunny almost
chewed on my uncle's fat prick; milking each precious drop up
inside me where it belonged. There really IS something to say
for having an adult-sized prick squirting sperm inside you, as
compared even to the fairly decent sized cocks of my brothers.
As I said, Uncle Frank, for all his other faults, DID get me off
every time. And the amount of sperm he shot up my womb each time
made the genteel squirts of my big brothers seem like
insignificant dabs. With him forcing his engorged prick to the
root in my belly, so each thick squirt went as deep as possible
inside me, I would dribble my uncle's cum for HOURS afterwards.
Even after going to the bathroom and washing up, it would still
seep out for a long time. Everytime I would think it was
finished, it seems like another thick wad would pull loose from
somewhere inside me, and come dripping out of my cunny and
running down my leg. While I like showing off the fact that I've
been fucked as well as any girl, this was ridiculous! I couldn't
even wear panties for the first hour or so after getting out of
bed.
That first morning when I came into the kitchen, Mother
asked me, "Did you take good care of your uncle last night?" with
a friendly grin that showed she already knew I had. I was just
about to answer, when a big gob of cum came loose from somewhere
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inside me, dribbled out of my bare cunny and made a big *splat*
on the floor, just before a second dribble slid down my right leg
in an obscene dribble.
"Yes Mother," I said; looking pointedly at the gray blob of
goo quivering obscenely on the floor, "I took REAL good care of
Uncle Frank."
This brought on a round of giggles from my two sisters and
big brother Mike, who had come in just in time to see me make the
mess on the floor. I didn't bother to wipe up the floor, OR my
leg; just sliding into my seat with my cunny making drools on it,
and the slick streak still running down my leg.
Before my mother could object, Lisa said, "I'll get it,
Mother," and wiped up the mess on the floor; sniffing at it when
she did. "It looks like Shari did her job this morning," she
commented with a giggle, before tossing the cum-filled paper
towel. I DID have to wipe up the cummy mess I made of my seat
after breakfast though.
For the next two weeks, this scene (or variations of it)
would be played out every morning, as I never could wipe out all
of the slippery goo that Uncle Frank squirted in my vagina.
Now I don't want to give you the impression that I didn't
like sex with my uncle. I did. It's just that he always took me
without bothering to ask what I wanted, instead of what he
wanted. In fact, I can only remember two times during that whole
two weeks, that I even had the CHANCE to ask HIM for sex, instead
of him just fucking me because we were in the same bed, and he
was horny. Not that I didn't FEEL like asking for sex . . . it's
just I never had a chance. Uncle Frank just assumed that when he
was ready for sex, I was too.
That first time I mentioned, was about half way into the
second week, and I came into the bathroom from outside to wash my
hands, when I found Uncle Frank sitting on the commode, jacking
off. With all the baby-juice the man had left in my tummy that
morning, I was surprised . . . but not too much.
I looked at my uncle, at that magnificent erection, and
decided I was horny too. So I slid my panties off, and climbed
on top of my uncle; sheathing his swollen prick in my belly with
an "Ooooohhh!" of satisfaction from both of us. Since he must
have been right on the very edge of getting off with his hand, it
didn't take all of 10 seconds before my uncle was shuddering and
grabbing me with both hands, while he jabbed his prick to the
root in my belly.
As for me, the obscene position of fucking on the can, along
with the knowledge that I was fucking my uncle this time, instead
of him fucking me, put me over the edge the moment I felt the
first flex of his prick inside me before it started belching
thick white gobs of incestuous sperm in my receptive belly. God
did that feel good. (I always DID like "woman on top".)
After that, I didn't bother to put my panties on (with the
mess Uncle Frank left inside me, it would have been a mistake).
I wonder what Mr. Samuels next door thought, when the 10-
year-old girlfriend of his daughter came back to play with her,
wearing no panties, and thick gray gobs of cum oozing slowly out
of her bare, freshly-fucked cunny, and drooling in lewd streaks
down her leg? I'm not sure, but I THINK that may have been the
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first time Fawn's father slid into bed with her at night. I hope
so. It's kind of nice to know you helped a friend improve her
relations with her parents like that. IN any case, I'm fairly
sure that Fawn has been fucking her father almost every other
night for the past week anyway. The little "cat that ate the
canary" look of a freshly-fucked little girl is almost
unmistakable. Plus, the horny, almost "owned" look she gets from
her father each day, as if he KNOWS the little pussy underneath
her short little skirt is his, whenever he wants it, is hard to
miss too. Besides, she told he did. (Fooled ya' didn't I?)
God, I wish I could get Daddy to look at ME that way. Well,
maybe I will.
Two days after the first time in the bathroom, we did it
again. Only this time Lucy came in right while Uncle Frank was
starting to cum in me. He had just grabbed me by the hips, and
jammed his prick to the root in my belly, when the little 3-year-
old wandered in, and started watching us. I guess that while my
niece isn't really a virgin (after having many family fingers up
her cute little slit, and probably gallons of cum squirted in her
tummy by her uncles, she had never seen a full-grown man sticking
his prick right up inside a woman before . . . so she was
curious. Even sleeping with me or one of my brothers, she hadn't
even been properly fucked herself yet, as now all the boys were
too big (unlike when I was her age). So she had to settle for
"finger work" and the boys squirting their sperm in her from the
outside. It'll probably be almost a year before she's big enough
to take even Tim's prick inside her vagina. Though fingers
aren't all THAT bad, if you can't get anything else.
The little girl watched each frantic shove Uncle Frank and I
made at each other, and each bulge and ripple of my belly (both
from him ejaculating inside me, and my orgasm squeezing my
uncle's prick). Only when Uncle Frank pulled out, and she could
see the gooey mess he had made in my crotch and dribbling from
his softening prick did the youngster seem satisfied and leave.
I guess the little 3-year-old wanted to be sure MY uncle actually
DID squirt his sperm inside me, just like HER uncles do in her,
before her curiosity was satisfied.
Only I'd rather have any of my brothers blowing incestuous
cum in my womb than Uncle Frank any day of the week. It's not
that he was BAD, or that I didn't ENJOY it . . . I did. Only
even the pleasures of having a real man fucking me two or even
three times a night, blowing thick white wads of sperm in my
womb, like no little boy ever could, wasn't enough.
I'd rather have a little boy who cares about how I feel,
splattering little tiny squirts of sperm in my tummy, than the
thick heavy gouts of a man who doesn't even have the manners to
kiss me, after pumping baby-juice in my belly, before falling
asleep. Luckily for me that I knew that THIS was not what real
sex with a grownup was usually like. My two older sisters had
often enough told me what it was like with Daddy or Grandpa that
I knew what I was missing. Damn! Why couldn't it have been one
of them? Oh well.
So for a hair over two weeks I "took care of" my horny uncle
by acting as his fuck-toy to jack off into. (OK . . . it wasn't
THAT bad. As I mentioned, I DID get off every time, and
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sometimes even more than once.) And I did it without even
bitching once to Mother, either. I didn't need to.
As I said earlier, my mother KNOWS what a clod her little
brother is in bed. Thus, as a reward after Uncle Frank left,
Mother said she was going to let me not only fuck Daddy, since I
had shown I was "big enough" to take a real
man inside me (Heck, I think the whole idea was to let HER
get out of sleeping with the jerk.) but would actually let me
sleep with Daddy for an entire weekend; so I could enjoy feeling
my own father pumping his baby-making seed in my unprotected
belly, before I got old enough to have to worry about taking
precautions. God . . . just think about it . . . my own mother
was going to let me enjoy a "honeymoon" with her husband, with my
own father pumping his thick white baby-juice in my womb for two
whole days; as if we were married and actually TRYING to make a
baby. God. For almost a week, while I enjoyed the fun of making
love to my brothers again, instead of just being fucked by my
uncle, I looked forward to this. A whole weekend of real
unprotected vaginal-sex with my own father pumping his seed in my
belly, and his sperm wriggling it's way up inside me, trying to
get me pregnant, just like I was his bride. Later, when I
started having periods, Mother said she would probably make us
start using precautions; but for two whole days anyway, I would
be able to at least IMAGINE that my own handsome father was
pumping his baby in my tummy where it belonged. (At that time, I
didn't rally know what my bleeding had to do with having sex and
babies. I THOUGHT I did, but I didn't.
On the other hand, once Mother warned me, if you think I was
going to tell her that I already HAD two periods already, if it
was going to make her stop
me and Daddy from having fun together, then you're nuts.)
Of course, my period WAS getting close again, so there really
wasn't much chance even so. Maybe it wouldn't be quite as much
fun as my big sister had, when she "did it for real" with
Grandpa; but on the other hand, this was my own father, not just
our horny grandfather. I couldn't imagine anything that would
spoil the pleasure of thinking Daddy might actually be getting me
pregnant with his baby, by filling my fertile young womb with
thick white squirts of his potent sperm. God, what a turn-on.
Only it turns out that when Uncle Frank left last week, he
left something of his behind . . . his bastard baby in my belly.
Shit.
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