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Misty Memories
by Stephanie Keating (address withheld)
***
Misty is Ted's 12 year old niece who he is charged
with looking after while her mom goes on vacation. Ted
starts having nasty thoughts about her. It's only
after discovering that she has an adult lover, though,
that Ted decides to take her any way he can. (Mg, pre,
ped, nc, rp, inc)
***
Misty is my niece, the daughter of my younger sister,
Paula. Misty is 13 years of age, but was 12 years of
age at the time of my story.
Misty was an adorable baby; I watched her grow up. I
spent a lot of time with her until she was 11 years of
age and then things changed as she turned outwards to
her own friends and early dating. It worried Paula,
but it was all quite normal, I assured her.
Nevertheless, Paula couldn't let go of Misty's
objectionable attitudes and much conflict ensued.
Although I didn't have the relationship with her that
I used to have, I seemed to have a little more
influence than her mother. And so, last year when
Paula and her boyfriend decided to take a vacation in
Mexico, Paula asked me if I'd stay over and make sure
Misty didn't get out of hand.
At that time Misty was a leggy young thing with raven
dark hair and eyes that didn't match her name when she
was oppositional; but when she was quiet there was a
wistfulness about her that was conveyed in the
coquettish tilt of her head and far-away look, usually
whenever she was out in the garden, or simply relaxed
without any agenda; then she transformed from being an
11 year old going on 16, to an 11 year old, period.
My sister had shared that Misty had started
menstruating in the spring and that she had a
boyfriend she refused to talk about. I was recruited
to find out more, but failed. And so, unseen, a
romance blossomed with a "DO NOT ENTER" sign pasted
across it.
My sister left on her two week vacation and I moved
into her bedroom. Misty didn't seem to mind and we
spent the first evening sharing a dinner I cooked and
a movie she chose. In close quarters with her alone
for the evening, I started having some nasty thoughts
about her as she sat beside me and messed with my hair
as the movie was getting started.
I don't even remember the movie. It was a romance—you
know, a girly type movie. I was more interested in
Misty's animation—her face, her body—in response to
the movie. Then there was the one lovemaking scene; no
significant nudity—just the woman's breasts and a soft
orgasm that cut away to the lovers dressing in the
morning. But Misty had trouble handling it in front of
me.
She exclaimed, "Oh! My god!" and then covered her face
and continued looking from under her eyelids, blushing
red. "How embarrassing!" she said, as I saw her
squeeze her thighs together and she lifted her knees
on tippy toes.
"It's natural", I offered, but she didn't answer.
There was the concealed breathlessness of an excited
11 year old. I watched her small breasts heave with
romantic passion. I could smell the fragrance of her
skin and I imagined her getting damp between her legs.
As the movie ended, I ran my fingers through her hair
affectionately. She didn't know that I wanted to take
a handful and pull her lips to mine. She smiled,
leaned across and kissed my cheek before leaping up
and announcing she was going out.
"At 10 o'clock!" I exclaimed, but she was off.
"It's alright; I'll be home before midnight", and
rushed upstairs to quickly change from her jeans into
a skirt. I heard her make a phone call to someone; her
boyfriend I thought. As she skipped downstairs she ran
a line of lipstick on her upper lip and turned her
lips this way and that transfer it to her lower lip.
"A date?" I asked.
Her eyes smiled, "Wouldn't you like to know!" And then
she was out the door.
Just as quickly I was up the stairs and entering the
illicit space of her quite messy bedroom, smelling of
her flesh, her hair, her cosmetics. Her jeans were
slung across the bed with a peek of pink from just
over the waist. It was the panties she'd been wearing
under her jeans. I knew because she had bent forward
several times and I'd noted the colour of her panties.
I took them out of where she'd stuffed them, filled
with excitement and aroused at this terrible thing I
was doing. I didn't delay. I put them, still warm from
the intimacy of her body, to my face. They were musky
with the scent of her sex and her pee. Fumbling, I
opened the crotch, damp and smeared with her fluids.
She had been aroused, sitting there beside me watching
the movie.
I sank onto her bed and lay back with my tongue and
lips hungrily tasting as much of her pussy as the
fabric would give up; them my rampant cock was out,
masturbating madly to a heart-thumping, animal orgasm
that I quickly caught in her soft panties, groaning
and fucking with my pelvis as if I were inside misty
where my imagination had taken me. I put her panties
back, knowing I was taking a risk of her figuring out
that it was not her dampness but my sperm that filled
the crotch of her panties.
I snooped around her room for a while, finding birth
control pills hidden in the back of a bedside draw.
Thoughts of her availability grew like a monster.
I found another used pair of white panties and took
them to my room for night time fantasies of Misty,
which would quickly become an obsession. As I slipped
into my sister's bed, I her familiar fragrance added
to the sensuality an energy of my next arousal. I
thought about those times when Paula was 12 and I 14;
the fantasies I had about fucking her were big back
then; and her I was now transported to what felt like
my adolescence again by her lovely daughter.
I masturbated really slow with my cock so shockingly
hard, it felt like it could have belonged to someone
else. I suckled on the salty-sweet, muskiness of her
intimate stains on the silky white panties as I
groaned and fucked my load into the crotch with
terrible lustful images of Misty underneath me in
orgasm. And then I fell asleep.
I awoke to a noise outside and looked at the clock.
12:30 a.m. Hauling myself out of bed, I peeked through
the curtains to see a BMW parked a couple of houses
down. There was no mistaking the silhouetted figure of
Misty climbing out of the passenger side as a man got
out of the driver's seat and walked around to take
Misty in his arms. I couldn't see who it was, but he
was beyond the gangly age of adolescence, appearing
distinctly adult. They kissed and I could see their
bodies pressed together. Misty said goodnight with a
wave as she silently walked away, and I could see her
blow a kiss. Some intuition told me that this night
she had lain with this man in deep intimacy and opened
her legs to receive him. I was envious.
The next morning I was up for work (self-employed). I
attempted several times to get Misty to get out of bed
and get ready for school, but she wouldn't budge until
just before I left when she came downstairs in a
cotton nightdress that revealed her panties and body
beneath as she passed the French windows. Her sleepy
face looked beautiful and any impatience I'd felt
evaporated as she wrapped her arms around my neck and
pecked me on the lips to say goodbye. Taller as I am,
the length of her body came into full momentary
contact with mine so that I felt the contact of her
pubis with my flaccid cock. I suddenly became semi
hard, but she was already heading back upstairs
assuring me she would get to school on time.
About 10 o'clock I was passing near the neighbourhood
and on impulse thought to check in to see if she'd
made it to school. The first thing I noticed was a BMW
parked right where one had been the previous night.
Stealthily I slipped around the back of the house and
let myself in after carefully checking for any
movement downstairs. As soon as I was inside, I knew
I'd walked in on a sexual encounter. He was in high
arousal and the bed was banging against the wall.
"Oh shit! I love fucking you! Your pussy is so tight
on my cock!" And then the speed and volume of the
banging increased and I heard the pleasure moans and
whimpers of Misty.
I was halfway up the stairs when I heard her lover
saying, "You love being fucked, don't you?" No answer.
"Tell me, Misty; I want to hear you say it. You love
fucking don't you!"
She moaned: "Yes! Yessss! I love being fucked by you!
Do it harder again!"
"I love it that you're so young; girls like you should
always pick an older man to get started. You like that
I'm married and prefer you to my wife, don't you."
"Yesss. Oh, yesss! Would you marry me if I were
older?" Her voice was plaintive.
"Fuck! Yesss! I'd marry you and make babies with you!"
The pounding increased in force and frenzy: "Oh God!
I'm cumming!
Misty didn't need to answer; the sweet noises of
crescendo ecstasy were unmistakably those of female
orgasm—my 12 year old niece. And then the shuddering
grunts of her lover announced the spasmodic release of
his sperm into her receptive body. I continued lying
on the stairs, my cock out and masturbating with a
head and body full of lust. I looked at my cock in my
hand and was shocked once more at how rock hard and
hurting it was with arousal.
A thud of someone getting out of bed cautioned me to
make myself scarce. I stepped into the pantry and left
the door ajar. Soon after, her lover was saying
goodbye to her at the bedroom door and turned to
descend the stairs. My shock was electric. This was
Evan, the husband of a first cousin to Misty-thirty
years old as I recall. I couldn't have imagined this
unless I'd witnessed it. He left the house. I stayed
where I was in my confusion and because I didn't know
if Misty was about to come out of her room. But after
10 minutes of no apparent movement I came out of
hiding and looked up the stairs with the impulse to go
to her and conscience holding me back; but not for
long as I thought about Misty, just 12 years old—
nubile and available.
I quietly went upstairs and stood outside her room for
several minutes, knowing that the next move would
commit me to a course of action that would be driven
by primal thoughts that had little care for morality.
There was silence inside.
I knocked: "Misty", I called quietly. I heard a quick
intake of breath and a rustle, but no answer. I
knocked again: "Misty", I called again, pushed the
door open and looked inside around the door. Misty had
the covers pulled up to her chin and wore a worried
expression. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
"I wasn't feeling well, uncle; so I decided to stay
home."
I made sounds of sympathy as I went over and sat on
the side of her bed. I stroked her forehead as I had
done so many times before when, as a child, she felt
ill.
Her room smelled of fornication, blistering sexual
heat. I inhaled it as I continued stroking her head:
"Do you need anything?" I asked, but only thinking of
what I needed. My cock was hurting inside my pants.
"No. It's okay. I just need to stay in bed."
"I think that's a good Idea." I was trembling now as I
leaned forward to give her a peck on the lips, but
lingered in too long for it to be just affection.
Misty turned her head away, sensing the difference:
"You don't like my kiss?" I asked.
"Not like that."
She looked timid and fearful and it aroused me
greatly: "but I've always kissed you. You've always
been my favourite little niece. Family should always
get along", I said, thinking of Evan. I grabbed her
jaw in my right hand and held her head firmly as I
pressed my lips to hers and pushed my tongue inside
her lovely mouth. I was tasting her directly for the
very first time and she was fighting me.
She pulled her head to one side and yelled, "Let me
go! What are you doing!"
I let her head go and pinned her flailing arms: "I've
been watching you grow, Misty", I said breathlessly,
my lips dry with a feverish passion: "Twelve years old
and never been kissed", I teased without mercy, "--or
have you?"
I got both hands above her head and pinned them with
my left hand while pulling down the covers to expose
her breasts still covered with her nightgown. My hand
found her small, firm left breast and I caressed it
with a lust I'd never felt before. Her nipple was
firm, but hadn't hardened with arousal, something I
intended to change. Misty was fighting and frightened,
tears filling her eyes and distress distorting her
beautiful mouth. Her lips softened and moistened and I
forced another deep kiss as I continued feeling her
breast. And then I slid my hand down over her belly to
the V of her crotch... Misty gasped in shock...
further down to find the hem of her nightdress. And
then with a yank, I pulled it up and slid my hand in a
rough caress over her thighs before forcing my fingers
between them at her crotch. She'd slipped panties on
after her fuck with Evan. Misty let out a wail and
sobbed.
"Please stop! Please don't do that. Pleasssse!"
"But Misty", I leared in her face, "I've found
something. There must be something wrong. You're
sooooo wet down there. Open your legs sweetie; let me
see what's the matter... maybe that's why you're not
feeling so well." My fingers were working at the
softness of her labia, but her legs were crossed
tightly. In spite of that, I could feel the copious
flood of love juices slicking my fingers.
"There's nothing wrong! That's my period! Oh God!
STOP!"
I brought my hand out and brought my fingers to where
we both could see: "No. Not your period, Misty... It
doesn't smell like it either. Uhh!" I tasted the slick
fluid, "It certainly doesn't taste like it... I wonder
what it could be???"
Misty looked embarrassed and terrified now as she
burst into tears again and deep, wracking sobs:
"Please, uncle Ted, stop! Why are you doing this to
me!!!"
As I unbelted, unzipped, dropped my pants and threw
back the covers, I said with a cold finality, "Because
I want to fuck you, Misty!" Now I was kneeling astride
her hips and holding both hands beside her head. I
thrust my pelvis forward to present my rampant veined
cock to her view. "See my cock, Misty? It needs to be
inside you...," I nodded, "...down there."
She was wearing baby-blue, semi-sheer panties and I
could see through them the sparseness of her dark
pubic hair. I looked at her crossed legs and her still
undeveloped thighs, her hips beginning to shape, but
still childlike—all so vulnerable. All of this raised
another wave of the monstrous in me, as I put my right
knee between her thighs and applied my full body
weight. She couldn't withstand it and released at her
ankles. She raised her knees to kick me off, but I
already had my left knee between her thighs. I looked
down to see the full extent of her violation. The
crotch of her panties was soaking wet with Evan's
sperm and her juices; the heady odours of their
fucking enveloped me. Misty's body was shaking with
her deep sobbing and her face turned away in something
like shame.
"Mmmm... What do we have her, now?" I mused as I freed
my right hand from holding hers and held both her
hands above her head with my left hand. I explored the
sloppy wetness of her panties with my fingers. I
slowly smelled and tasted them before pulling the
elastic of her leg to one side and inserting my
fingers into her messy hole. Misty winced and tried to
withdraw by rocking her pelvis away from my
penetrating fingers. I withdrew them full of sticky
mess and licked it from my fingers: "Mmmmm... that's
nice...really nice. It tastes like your
cum...and...sperm, if I'm not mistaken. I think
someone was here before me... Is that right, Misty?
Did someone visit you this morning after I went to
work?"
"NO! NOBODY WAS HERE! GET OFF ME!" And then she
started softly sobbing again: "I'll tell mom what you
did. I WILL!"
I was completely intoxicated by power and sexual
arousal: "I don't think you'll do that, Misty. You've
had another boy or man here this morning. Which is it<
Misty? A boy or a man?"
"NOBODY!" She screamed through her sobbing and tears
flooding her face. "...I'm a virgin!"
"Oh! A virgin, is it? I don't think so, but it's time
to check it out..." I pulled the elastic of her
panties to one side again and guided the head of my
rampant cock to the entrance of her hole and pushed
just a little to nestle it in her warm wet labia. The
knowledge that the tp of my cock was bathed in Evan's
sperm was like a shot of aphrodisiac, heightening
every sensation even further. The terrible violation I
was about to commit to this child in her early
development into a woman had raised me into a state of
arousal that was unbelievable and shocking!
I took in one last complete view of the vulnerability
beneath me, centred my power in my pelvis and lower
back and then powerfully but slowly thrust forward and
penetrated the slick tightness of her vagina, feeling,
savouring the sensation of every millimetre that
entered her body along the eight fat inches of my
cock.
I could see, hear, and feel the pain it was for her,
and knew that Evan was definitely not as big as me.
Her lower body surrendered its struggle as I stayed,
pressed inside her and lowered my body fully onto
hers. No need now to hold her hands as I let go and
slipped my forearms under her shoulders and wrapped my
hands in her black hair. I felt her small tits against
my chest. Her nipples had involuntarily hardened. She
was sobbing, still. I kissed her all over her face and
tasted her tears, and then whispered in her ear: "Not
a virgin, I see..." Her tears increased and I found
her mouth to kiss. This time, no enthusiasm but no
struggle.
I began to slowly pump the length of my cock, in and
out, with variations on the force; and then varying
the pace. God! She was tight, tight, and so hot in her
sweet box. At the full length of each stroke I felt my
cock against her young cervix.
"I'd like you to be a bit more enthusiastic," I said
after a while.
Misty burst into a new round of sobbing, "You're
raping me!" she cried.
"I'm your uncle Ted, I'd never rape you. I'm just
teaching my pretty young niece how to fuck...
Unless..." She turned her tear-pooled, red eyes to my
face. I looked into them deeply: "...Unless you think
that Evan has all you need to know."
Misty gasped in a sort of horror: "You know!"
"I know; so you can tell you mom anything, but there's
so much more she'll get to know." I waited a while for
it to sink in before demanding, "So in the rest of the
time we have together here, I want you to relax and
learn to enjoy me fucking you! OKAY!" I rammed my cock
into her fast, over and over as she endured the pain
and discomfort, and then I slowed to a sensuous
rhythm, my mouth hungrily kissing her face, her neck;
my lips finding and sucking her sweet little tits.
Paradise has to be the word for illicitly fucking my
pretty niece. Heaven has to be the word to describe
the moment I felt her pelvis rocking to receive me and
her sobbing turning to sighs and moans of pleasure.
It was only then that I heard here say ever so
quietly, "Okay." And then she turned her lips to kiss
me with her own passion.
Something magical happened as we continued to fuck—a
part of her shifted to a place inside my skin and a
part of me reciprocated. What was happening
transcended time; I was fucking my niece, I was
fucking my sister, Paula, as it should have been when
she was 12.
Lost in time, I wasn't stimulated to orgasm—rock hard
though I was—until I heard and felt the breathing and
sounds of Misty rising toward orgasm. It was her voice
that rent the veil, "Harder! Please HARDER! FUCK
ME...HARDER!"
I turned beast and rammed my cock deep into her sweet,
tight little hole. Misty's body shuddered and I felt
the pulsing of her orgasm on the head of my cock as
lights and colours flashed behind my eyes with the
explosive release of throbbing jets of sperm into her
small body.
After languidly laying together for a long time, I
went down between her legs and, after removing her
panties, licked and sucked deeply—eating the mess from
her double fucking and telling her how much I loved
her juices and the sperm from me and Evan,
occasionally coming up to kiss her with samples of
this sweet sex.
We slept together that night and we fucked twice more.
We slept together for the remaining nights we had
together before my sister returned, and twice she
asked me to rape her again; both of them after she's
had sex with Evan.
There have been interesting developments since this
began last year; but they're to tell another time.
END