John was lying naked in the hot dry July grass as his niece straddled his crotch. She rocked her hips back and forth rolling him around inside of her, as the sharp ground sliced into his back. Her dark raven hair fell about her body like a black waterfall against her soft pale skin. He could feel her wet tight cunny encasing is hard thick cock, as she rode him like a cowboy. He lay looking up into her face as expressions of ecstasy flashed across it in the dim glow of the moonlight.
His grunts of pleasure mixed with hers, and accompanied the sounds of crickets in the nearby darkness. The large white pearl of the moon, hanging high in the velvet night sky, shed soft light on their love-making, and changed her pale skin into angelic virgin alabaster, framed by the bejeweled night sky behind her. She was not yet ten, and big for her age, but had yet to begin the journey into full womanhood. John marveled at the beauty and grace of her flawless youth as she dominated him. Anna looked down at him through the haze of carnal pleasure, her emerald eyes flashed with desire and lust that his soul mirrored.
The sensations that he felt as she twisted, and manipulated him deep inside of her body was only one step removed from exquisite torture, as he lay in the hot grass. John raised his hands toward her spreading his fingers wide as she reached out lacing her tiny soft fingers with his, and using this new leverage lowered her lips to kiss his without stopping their rhythmic fornication. Her kiss was like pure delicate innocence, and was the sweetest thing he have ever tasted in his life. She was like a wild sexual animal bucking and grinding on top of him, and she also had an appetite for sex that would put most older women to shame. Less than a year ago he would never have dreamt in his wildest dreams that he would be doing something like this with her, but here they were.
"I love you sweetheart," He swore to her, He looked up into her face and it felt like looking into the face of God "I promise to never hurt you, and always love you."
"Shut up, and fuck me Uncle John!" she said looking down at him with that bewitching little smile, that lit her devilish emerald eyes with mischief.
With those words from her lips he felt himself begin to climax, and could tell that she was also about to cum. They held hands as their lovemaking reached a fever pitch, their naked bodies moving against one another in hot passionate incestual sex. Anna threw her head back moaning so loudly, in her sweet young voice, that he was sure it had carried over the fields, where everyone would hear them. She began to squeeze their interlocked fingers as her panting began to increase in speed. The discomfort John felt from the raw earth underneath him was masked by the growing pleasure he felt building inside of his body. her smooth featureless chest moved with her rapid breathing as their moment of exquisite pleasure quickly approached.
"Oh, yes Uncle John! Don't stop! Don't STOP! HARDER! YES! HARDER!"
"Ok, get off! I'm about to cum." he warned her.
"NO! Cum inside me! CUM INSIDE MY PUSSSYYYYYYY!"she squealed.
His horny little nine-year old niece was so fucking hot, and John felt the thunderous explosion in his groin as he unleashed his seed deep inside her young innocent body, just like she had asked. He felt her seize up at the same instant he came, and she let out a piercing primal scream that sliced the night like an angels sword. As if on cue there was a thunderous boom above them, and a bright red explosion blossomed in the dark starlit sky. It was quickly followed by star-showers of greens and fireballs of blues, as the fourth of July fireworks begin to fill the velvet canvas high above them. John looked up at Anna from his vantage point on the ground, as the festive colors of the light tattooed themselves across her naked sweaty body, and fell in love with her all over again.
Exhausted, Anna collapsed onto his chest still clutching his hands for support, and tried to catch her breath. Her small boyish body was hot as if she was on fire, and he could feel the thick layer of sweat sticking to his hairy chest. Above them in the sky, the fireworks continued to live and die, as she lay on him panting and trying to recuperate. John freed his hands from her death grip, and began to slowly caress her small naked back feeling her racing heartbeat through her feverish skin.
"Hey sweetheart you're going to miss the show." John told her as she lay there basking in their after sex glow.
"No, I'm not," she told him softly "shows over. I'm spent. I'm just going to lie here for a while, and enjoy you."
"Okay." was all he said, and as the lights blossomed high above them he felt her breathing slow down as she drifted off to sleep in her uncles arms. John lay there watching the fireworks, thinking about the last several months, and how this had all came about. John had never intended to start a relationship with his brother's daughter, it just seemed to have happened on its own, but for better or for worse they were together now.
His mind began to slow down, and he could feel himself beginning to nod off as well. His thoughts rewound to that fateful day when she had come to him in his apartment, behind the family house. She had just gotten home from school, she still had her backpack and school uniform on, when she came knocking at his door.
John and his family lived in a large private House on the edge of Cedarlake. His great-grandfather had built it for his five children, after he returned from the war. It was large and spacious with many bedrooms, bathrooms, and hallways. The house is now occupied by John, his twin brother Steve, and Steve's family. His brother worked as an accountant at one of the local factories, but John didn't really have a job. So whenever there was a need for someone to run and get something, or go on an errand it was up to John.
The house had quite a few outbuildings as well. years ago one of these had been a gardening shed, but had been re-purposed into an apartment of sorts. When John turned eighteen he had unceremoniously moved into what was referred to as "the greenhouse". About the same time, Steve had gone off to college to make something of himself while John stayed behind, lounging around, tending to the needs of his mother, and the big old house. Steven always frowned upon this, and took every opportunity to tell his brother what a waste his life was. He told him that he should have done something more, at least go to college, anything to get out from under their mother's skirt tail. But John was happy with the life that he led, his brother never knew it, but he actually had quite a bit of money saved back in a bank account from trading online stocks.
For the most part John lived happily apart from the rest of his family but still no more than than a stone's throw away. He could go for at least a week without seeing anyone he was related to, and he was fine with that. Then his Brother had landed a job with one of the local factories, and had decided to move back home, that had been over a year ago. At first it was okay, but bit by bit their lives began to intrude upon his. They would ask him to go pick up something from the store, or go pick up their daughter from school. In the end the two brothers had argued about it, and John had conceded, accepting his fate.
Anna, Steve's daughter was a quiet, dark-haired girl, who never had any friends of her own. Her parents had tried to push her off onto some of their friends kids, in hopes that a relationship would form. But Anna had always been bigger than her classmates, and this led to her having difficulties making friends. At the age of nine she was almost five foot tall, and more than a little stocky. Sometimes when she played with the other children, and the play turned rough, she would accidentally hurt one of the other kids, which did not go over well with their parents. So for the most part Anna was a loaner, just like John.
For the first month or so that Steve was back John had very little contact with his niece. Mostly just a friendly "Hi.", or "How are you doing?", but no real interaction, no more than a passing conversation. John made every attempt to preserve his independence from his brother, and stay away from his niece, but it was a losing battle. Steve had made a point to ask John to spend a little time with Anna because he was concerned about her lack of friends, and he himself did not have the time.
John was reluctant to agree because of a very good reason, that he would not have shared with his brother, or anyone else in the world. When John was young there had been a woman named Tabitha whose house they went to be babysat. Whenever he went there, she would take him into her bedroom, to as she called it "play around". John couldn't understand why she never took Steve into her bedroom, but every time they went Steve seem to fall asleep. Years later John would think about this, and he remembered that she always fixed them hot chocolate or chocolate milk to drink as soon as they got there.
So to his best understanding Tabatha would drug his brother, so she could have sex with him. His affair with Tabatha lasted for more than two years, until when he was ten, his mother caught him masturbating in the shower. She had been so angry and demanded to know where he had learned such dirty things, young John was afraid of his mother, so he told the truth. He never found out what happened to Tabatha, because he never went back to see her again. Once he asked his mother if he could go see her, but she had flat-out told him no, and to never mention it again. His mother like to pretend that it never happened, but John knew it had happened, and it had changed him forever.
Awakening to sex at such an early age had the effects of altering John's view of what was socially accepted where it concerned the age of the participants. As he grew older, and the other boys his age became interested in women or men, John found himself drawn to younger girls. When he was thirteen there had been a girl who lived down the road who liked him, and one Saturday her and her little sister came over to play. It had been the first part of summer vacation when Samantha had showed up with her little sister in tow. John had a swimming pool in his backyard, and had invited her over to swim, he kinda like her even though she was his own age. Steve wasn't there because he was away at camp, his mother had wanted him to go, but John had refused.
The two girls had shown up just before lunch, John was surprised when he opened the door, and there was Samantha and her sister Krista. He had greeted them showed them inside, and they had thanked his mother for allowing them to come over to swim. They had sat in the kitchen having lunch of peanut-butter sandwiches, and cold ice tea. The whole time they ate, John could not help but stare at Samantha's little sister, he didn't know what it was, but every time he looked at her he felt his cock get hard. She could not have been any older than six, as they sat in the sunlit kitchen laughing and having fun, John was rubbing his erection under the table.
They finished eating their lunch, and Samantha said that they should wait at least half an hour before going swimming. so the three of them played cards to kill some time. But little Krista was anxious to get into the pool, and kept bugging them every five minutes asking if "it was time yet". John's mom had gone off to the store to pick up some sodas, and told the kids to be ready when she got back, but not to get into the pool until then. So after a half an hour of agonizing waiting Samantha declare that it was safe for them to go into the pool, and that they needed to change into their swimsuits.
Samantha had grabbed her swimsuit, and made for the bathroom, closing the door in the little Krista's face, then taunted her from the other side. Krista had wanted to know why she couldn't change with her sister, but Samantha just teased her some more. John offered to let the little girl change in his room with him, she eagerly agreed so he took her hand and led her upstairs. They had gone into his room alone, and John had closed the door behind them. He did not know why, but he could feel his heart racing, and he felt as if he was doing something bad.
As soon as she dropped her clothes on his bed she pulled her shirt off over her head. The sight of her flat naked chest made John's dick throb, and he moved up close to her, longing to touch her. She started unbuttoning her pants to pull them down, when John reach out, and assisted her in taking off her clothes. He crouched in front of Krista pulling her pants down around her ankles, and exposing her naked cunny to his face. She laughed and thought it was funny, she thanked him as she reached for her swimsuit. John had stopped her, telling her that she had to help him get undressed first, she giggled and agreed. He pulled his shirt off as the little girl unbuttoned his pants, and struggled to pull them down. Just like him she was crouched down when they came off, and his hard stiff cock spring out into her face.
Krista was amazed at what she was seeing, as his dick waved back and forth in front of her nose. The little girl was hypnotized, and just kept staring at it, so John gave his hips a little thrust, jabbing the end of his cock into her lips. She laughed and thought it was funny she told him she had never seen a boys thing before. John was so horny, all he wanted to do was mount Krista like he had done Tabatha, and put his dick in her. He told her that she could touch it if she wanted to, smiling the little girl reached out, and wrap her small soft hand around his hard stiff cock. The feeling of her little fingers around it almost made him instantly cum, and he had to fight to keep from blowing his load all over her face. He let her play around with it for a few minutes, and then told her it was his turn that he wanted to touch her. She told him she wasn't supposed to let anybody touch her there. He had said he had let her touch him, so it was only fair, and this seemed to make sense to Krista.
John had told her to get on the bed, she did spreading her small little legs wide for him. He could remember what Tabatha's pussy had looked like, but this little girl was totally different, and it made him want to fuck her even more. He did not want to waste time, because he didn't know when her sister would get done, and interrupt them. As she lay on his bed her legs open, exposing her young bald cunny, he spread her lips apart and found the moist little button hidden there. He leaned in, and with the tip of his tongue began making tiny circles on the pink quivering stud. At first she had asked him what he was doing, and told him he shouldn't kiss her there, but Tabatha had trained him very well. It took only a couple of seconds before the little girl let out a strange gasp, and quivered from head to toe, as she had her first orgasm. She had started to close her legs in protest at first, but when she let out a soft sensual moan her legs spread open wide to him, her untouched flesh begging for him to come inside.
Krista lay naked on top of his cartoon bedspread, as the early summer light stream through the window, and across her young untouched body. She was still panting when he stood up, and moved his hips into the space between her legs. She had not quite recovered from the sudden strange flood of sensation that had ripped through her body to protest, as he positions his longing cock over her tiny wet hole. A thin trace of glistening fluid leaked out of her onto the bedspread, as John rubbed The head of his dick back and forth across her opening.
He realized that it would not be lubricated enough to allow him to penetrate her, so as Tabatha had instructed him to do he spit in his hand, and began massage it up and down his shaft. This done he positions himself over her as she looked up at him, and asked what he was doing. He told her to lie still, this might hurt at first, but it'll start feeling good really soon, he had promised her. Then gently he began to force his way inside of her virgin opening. At first she had cried out telling him to stop, and tried to force him off of her. but as he had been taught, he gently kept pushing, and fighting against her hymens resistance.
Finally, he breached her defenses, and sunk all the way into her. Krista let out a soft gasp of pain, or maybe pleasure, John wasn't sure, all he knew was this little girl's pussy felt so good. He felt Krista shivering underneath him when he finally achieved full access to her little secret, and when he looked down, her eyes had rolled into the back of her head. He started moving his hips back-and-forth, feeling his cock penetrating her over and over, as she clutched at the sheets beneath her. It did not take long, less than a minute before she bucked her hips hard against him, and let out a little squeal. When she did John came hard into her, it was the best feeling he had ever felt, and he would remember it forever.
With his load spent, he climbed off of Krista, and looked down at the panting little girl. He suddenly felt guilty, he knew he had just done something wrong, but he couldn't help himself, he had needed to do it so bad. He had asked her if she was okay, and she had mumbled a confirmation. John had apologized to her, saying that he was sorry, he didn't mean to hurt her, and begged her not to tell anyone. She had wanted to know why, had they done something wrong, but he had assured her that they hadn't, but pleaded with her not to say anything.
They had been interrupted by Samantha calling out for them, saying John's mom had just got back, and needed help bringing in the groceries. Quickly they had gotten dressed before anyone could come and find them naked having just had sex. After that John felt kind of awkward around Krista, because he was afraid that she would say something to an adult, and get him into trouble. But it was John who got caught.
Several more times that summer the girls had come over, and every time they did he and Krista would sneak away. No one ever suspected a thing, and even though Samantha came over to see him, she spent a lot of time with John's mom instead. One of their favorite places to go hide was in the greenhouse, because there was a large bed in one of the rooms. Back then they used the building for storage, and it was supposed to be kept locked, but John knew where the keys were kept. So at every opportunity the children would go down to the greenhouse, where they had their little love nest, and fuck for hours.
A month before Krista's sixth birthday her mom had called John's house, and ask him if he would mind babysitting her overnight. John pretended to be put off by the prospects, but secretly inside he was jumping for joy. There were still a couple of weeks of summer break left, his brother had not returned, and his mother was going out that night to her book-club. so they would be all alone in the house, and could fuck like rabbits.
That afternoon when they showed up Krista's mom was so happy that John had agreed to watch Krista, and she had promised to pay him. He told her not to worry, that Krista was like family, and her mom had commented on what a nice young man he was. She told him that her daughter was quite fond of him, and would talk about him for hours. This had made John's heart go cold, because he was afraid that someone would find out about what they were doing.
He and her mother were alone downstairs, as Krista was putting her backpack in his room. She had made the comment about how much her daughter liked him, and she seemed to notice when he suddenly went pale. John remembered trying to answer her, but kept stammering out of fear, because he just knew that she had spilled the beans about them. Then suddenly Krista's mom had leaned in close to him, and whispered into his ear "Krista told me everything".
He had felt the bottom dropped out of his stomach, he had been busted, but then suddenly her mom had reached up, took his chin, and brought his lips to hers. He remembered tasting her tongue as it slid into his mouth, and after a second he started to return the kiss. It was sexy, and awkward at the same time, he felt his cock growing a little stiff, as her lips lingered on his. When they had finally parted, she looked him in the eyes, and said in a soft sensual tone "I can keep a secret too". Suddenly from behind them, John had heard Krista say, "See mommy he is a good kisser", and then she laughed.
John have been blown away at the fact that Krista's mom not only knew about the two of them, but was okay with it. As she left she looked at him with a smile, and told him she insisted on pay him for watching her daughter, but it might not be in cash. Later Krista had said that she had told her mom about them on the first day they had, had sex. She confessed to him that what they had done had made her a little sore, and when her mother had asked her why her cunny was sore, she had told her everything. John asked her whether Samantha knew about it or not, and Krista had told him no, but she didn't want him having sex with Samantha because he was hers.
Krista's mother's name was Kelly, she kept her word and paid John handsomely. Over the next several months she became good friends with John's mom and frequently invited him over for dinner. He enjoyed the time he spent at their house, watching movies, playing board games, and having sex.
Kelly had to been a widow for many years, and worked at the local hospital as a pediatric specialist. Her two daughters were the only real thing in her life that she cared about. They live together in a small cramped trailer just off an old logging road, and even though their house was not as nice as his, or they weren't as well off as he was. The love they shared with each other, both emotionally, and carnally, was what John had longed for his whole life. When he was around them he felt free of the restraint of judgment, and persecution that he always felt around his own family.
John still remembered the first night he and Kelly had made love. It was about a week after she had left him alone with Krista. She had called up his mother, and asked if it was okay that he had dinner with them. His mother had conceited, and that night Kelly picked him up in her van promising to return him at a reasonable time. He had eaten dinner with her and her daughters, afterwards they have all set around, and enjoy a movie. When the movie was over, Kelly told the girls to get ready for bed, that she had to take John home, and would be back shortly. But instead of taking him right home, she drove to one of the wooded side roads between her house and his.
Kelly turned off the vans lights, and killed the engine, plunging them into dark silence. In the dim moonlight John could make out the woman staring at him from the driver seat. The interior of the vehicle was cavernous and roomy. It was spacious enough that John could actually stand up inside without hitting his head. Behind the drivers and passengers chairs was a bench seat, and behind that was a bed. As Kelly stared at him she had reached out, and gently stroked his face affectionately. She had expected him to resist or question her actions, but instead he leaned into her touch nuzzling her hand. John opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips around her thumb, gently sucking on it. He could taste her fingernail polish, as his tongue moved against her, he could also taste the dish washing soap on her hand from where she had washed up after dinner.
Kelly let out a soft gasp of erotic pleasure, and surprise at his action. As he worked his lips around her finger he could hear her begin to breathe more rapidly, and could almost hear her pussy getting wet. She had stopped touching his face, and just held her hand out to him as he worked his young lips around her finger. John had watched her as he did this, feeling his cock get hard at her reaction. The woman's hand that he was not pleasuring had found its way to her womanhood, and was rubbing it vigorously. Finally John had released her from the erotic hold his lips had on her digit, and when they parted a thin string of spit had trailed momentarily from his lips.
She sat behind the wheel visibly shaken by the start of their encounter, and he could see in her eyes she wanted more. He reached down and unfastens his seat-belt, it made a sharp click as it opened, and he escaped from its restraints. He had stood up moving closer to her, bringing his face right up to hers, and he could see the lustful desire that smoldered there. The look on her face told him the story of the burning need, that she knew, must never be quenched. At the age of thirteen, John had known more about sex than most adults, and it was all thanks to Tabatha. She had taught him all the different positions, how to kiss, oral pleasure, role-playing, and about anal (both giving and receiving). She had taught him well, and he was an excellent student.
In the dimly lit confines of her van Kelly looked up into the sweet boys face with unrequited desire and longing. He reached out and took her in his young strong hands, and brought their lips together in exotic union. He pierced the confines of her mouth with his hot boy tongue, and tasted the exquisite secrets of her mouth. Their tongues playfully lick each other, as he ground is small lips against hers, and she could feel his hot breath on her face. Slowly he released her, allowing her to catch her panting breath, as he stared deep into her eyes longingly.
The maroon van set nestled no more than five feet from the road. It was parked on an old hunting trail that wound through the woods and had not been used for years. Its lights were off and its engine silent as it sat lurking in the shadows like some obese predator. But the vehicle was not abandoned; inside its two occupants were in the throngs of passionate lovemaking.
"Oh god, oh god, don't stop, John, please don't stop!" Kelly moaned. As the boy feverishly worked his mouth across her pussy, the woman was massaging her breasts with one hand and stroking John's hair with the other. She was an older woman, with a tall, lanky frame that seemed to fit her personality quite perfectly. She had an exceptionally long hair that hung down to the small of her back, and was now splayed out around her like a strange blonde corona. Her skin was alabaster white with very few blemishes and no tan lines. She had just the barest hint of excess around her mid-waist where old age was creeping in and youth had fled long ago. Her breasts were quite small; she could barely fill an A cup but she wore a B size bra that she padded out.
Her lover's name was John; he had a mop of short ragged black hair, enchanting dark emerald eyes, dark bronze skin that spoke of many hours in the pool, and a tall, muscular body that allowed him to easily pass for sixteen or seventeen, even though in truth he was only thirteen. At the age of eight, he became involved with a woman well beyond his years, and she had schooled him in the art of sex. John was a very adept person and had taken to her lessons with enthusiasm and become quite proficient as a result. That's how he found himself currently between Kelly's legs satisfying her carnal desire.
As John's tongue feverishly worked against the almost nonexistent clitoris of the older woman, her moans and gasps were like fuel for his sexual fire. The chorus of her exuberant serenade made the boy's young bald cock literally throb with desire. His young body wanted so badly to plunder the older woman's treasure that he found his hips grinding his stiff dick against the old worn mattress in the back of the van. As Kelly's begging reached a fever pitch, he grabbed the top of her hips and sunk his tongue deep inside of her and began to lick her from the inside out. The results were exactly what he expected as she let out an orgasmic scream that reverberated deafeningly against the metal of the vehicle.
Accompanying her vocalization of his oral exploration was a series of violent hip thrusts that signified the completion of her climax. Panting, John lifted his head and observed his handiwork. The older woman thrashed and clawed the bed in the throngs of the first orgasm that she had been given by anyone other than herself in at least a dozen years.
John hovered over her as she slowly regained control of herself. He could not help but smile. When her breathing had returned to normal, she looked up at him. Dim moonlight filtered through the windows behind her and played across his young sweat-covered body. The pale light made his skin glitter as if he were covered in small, precious jewels. Even though he had given her such an exquisite gift, she still felt a deep craving for him that she had to satisfy.
"Come here my little baby, " she said, opening her arms to him.
John leaned forward into her arms, and rested his head between her small breasts. As he lay pressed against her body and engulfed the scent of their forbidden lovemaking, he was filled with memories of Tabitha. The two new lovers shared each other's warm embrace, and Kelly gently stroked John's back. He felt the head of his cock rubbing against her soft opening, and it heightened his desire for sexual relief. As they held each other, John began to work his hips and guide himself inside of her.
"Oh little baby you're so big, but Mommy's afraid that you might hurt her if you go inside."
"Please Mommy," John begged "I need to put my pee-pee in you. Please, let me make special milk in you Mommy, please."
"Okay Kevin, you cum in Mommy's pussy, my big strong boy." she said her voice quivering.
John sat up looking into her face and saw tears streaming from her eyes. He was puzzled, why had she suddenly called him Kevin, but he did not want to upset her by breaking character. "Thank you Mommy, I love you so much." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. He could taste the sweet fullness of her lips and the salty sorrow of her tears. Their lips parted as he leaned back, reached between their legs, and took his eager cock in his hands. As he held himself he could feel his dick painfully throbbing with the desire. Kelly reached down with both hands and spread herself wide to allow the boy to enter her. He rubbed his smooth young cock against her wet pussy until he was able to push the tip in.
The interior of the van had grown darker by degrees as clouds began to slowly fill the sky. While John worked his boyhood slowly into her, the distant rumblings of thunder broke the silence of the night. He skillfully worked himself deeper into her and marveled at how tight she gripped him, and with the final thrust he sunk all the way into her. Kelly suddenly arched her back and through gritted teeth cried out in pain. John looked up at her concerned that he had somehow hurt her as agony etched it's self across her face.
"Mommy, are you okay?"
"Yes, Kevin," she sobbed, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Mommy is okay. I've just missed this so much, my big strong boy!"
John did not know whether he was actually hurting her or not but he could see the gossamer tears rolling down her cheeks. He was a little reluctant to continue but at her request he began to slowly move against her. He felt her warm love encasing him tightly as he massaged her most intimate place with his young boyhood. Her slow sobbing added an alien quality to their lovemaking that he had never experienced before, and he found it stirred him into excitement. As if to mirror the tears on her cheeks, the two lovers could hear the tapping of the first virgin raindrops on the roof of the van.
As John moved against her, the rhythmic slapping of their sweaty skin punctuated the dark interior of the van. Kelly held him tight against her as his hot panting breath burnt her flesh. John felt as if she was trying to drag him inside of her, as if she was trying to make the two of them into one person. He clung desperately to her as his hips performed their sexual rhythmic motion. He could hear her heart pounding inside of her chest and could feel her tears splashing against his face. Whatever pain that she felt was not physical, and it seemed as if he was cleansing some deep, long-festering wound buried inside of her soul. The night seemed also to understand her pain. The sky opened and wept copious tears down upon them.
He could feel their session coming to an end as she began to squeal and paw at his back. Her body seemed to be ready to come apart at the seams and she suddenly let out a night-shattering scream that was punctuated by a loud clap of thunder. John stabbed deep into her body with this hard young cock and, with a moan of ecstasy, he gave her his most precious gift. As his hot seed spilled into her, she threw back her head and screamed the name "Kevin!" into the weeping skies.
The world stood silent except for the drumming rain on the roof as the two spent lovers clutched each other in the dark. John did not know what had just happened but it was the most intense thing he had ever felt in his short life. He wished that he could pause time and linger here for eons in this perfect moment of bliss with Kelly. But time continued on and soon the sky was spent as the rain slowly began to stop. The two knew that their time together was coming to an end, and they had to once again return to the masquerade that they played for the rest of the world.
"Yes," she said, "thank you, John. You don't know how much I've needed that. I'm sorry if I scared you. I did not mean to."
John nodded his understanding. Whatever she felt was beyond words. After such an intense experience they did not speak to each other but dressed in silence and continued on their way. When Kelly dropped him off at his house, his mother was none the wiser to what had transpired between the two, and seemed quite happy that John had found someone his own age. She was under the misguided conception that he was going there to spend time with Samantha, never aware of his true activities. Krista was against bringing her sister in on the fun but with a few words from her mother that soon changed.
John's mother sat at the table glaring at him with disgust stamp on her face. Between them on the table sat the picture of incriminating evidence. In the picture Samantha was lying on her back her little sister Krista lying on her chest as they passionately kissed. John was straddling Samantha with his cock buried deep in the youngest sister. His mother had discovered it while putting away his laundry for him, hidden in the folds of an underwear catalog. When he had returned from school she had pulled him aside and confronted him with this.
"What were you thinking John, do you know how much trouble you can get into, did you consider the damage that you can do to this family if anyone found out." his mother asked in a soft angry tone.
"Mom you don't understand."
"John you're fourteen, almost an adult you can't act like this. What to do I have to do to make you understand."
"Mom please!"
"No John, I want you to answer me truthfully, who took the photograph, who was holding the camera."
He felt the sinking feeling in his stomach it was the Tabatha incident all over again. He silently stared at the photograph remembering that frozen instant of his life with fondness. He'd been so stupid to take evidence of his relationships and now he was paying the price. For his mother his silence was just an affirmation of what she already knew.
"It was that woman wasn't it? She made you do this she made you do these dirty things didn't she. It's okay you can tell me, I won't be angry."
"No mother, please I love them you don't understand, you can never understand."
"John you're still a child and you were led astray by that evil woman. It's okay I don't blame you, you couldn't help yourself, but this ends now. I wish your father was still here he would've handled this correctly."
John sat with his head down, sadness filling him beyond capacity. But any tears he felt were burned away by the anger at his mother for destroying what he had managed to find. The only saving grace of the situation was that he had discovered the picture missing before his mother confronted him about it. When he discovered the theft he knew what it meant and had quickly called Kelly to warn her. His relationship with them had been going on for almost a year now but the end had come.
After that it would be years before he ever saw Kelly or her daughters again. Their reunion was one of awkward happiness and mournful regret. They say time heals all, but some scars still hurt regardless of the passage of time. Whenever he would remember that day sitting at the dining room table the smoldering anger he felt would once again flare, even years after his mother had passed away he still hated her. Thankfully memories are a double edge sword, he could remember the happy times one of his most treasured was the day he, and Samantha became lovers.
John slowly pushed the door closed behind him and plunged the room into near darkness. He could make out the large bed in the dim illumination of the bedroom. The thick curtains covering the windows blocked out all but the barest concepts of light. The darkness almost seem to be a physical thing as it pressed in coldly against his naked skin. He skillfully navigated his way in the cramped confines of the little trailer to the large bed that dominated the room. Carefully he stepped over strange unseen objects that litter the floor till he found himself over the quiet sleeping form tucked under the covers.
Samantha lay sleeping in the cool dark room unaware of the intruder or his intentions. Her quiet breathing was the only thing that betrayed her current unconscious state. She was lying on her side facing away from the edge of the bed as John made his silent approach. His heart beat fast in his chest as images of what was about to happen danced in the back of his mind. For almost the last year his mother had thought that they were a couple but truthfully it had been a charade. His real relationship had been with Samantha's thirty seven-year-old mother and her now six-year-old sister. All the signs had been there that she was interested in him and he thought that she was becoming disheartened at his lack of action.
At the end of the summer John had begun his first year of high school. He was now fourteen and over the last several months had hit a serious growth spurt. It was as if he had outgrown all of his clothes almost overnight and his mother was constantly going on about him not having anything to wear. Whenever she said this he had to force down a smile because in his opinion you would rather go around naked. He was over five foot eight and the awkward early teens were gone.
Samantha though it was just the opposite she just turned twelve and still seem to be the same as when he first met her small and willowy. She was still in middle school but luckily the two were right next to each other. The pair also had the good fortune of having the same lunch times so they could spend some time together and eat. Normally high school and middle school eat in separate cafeterias serviced by the same kitchen, but every day John and Samantha slipped out into the courtyard sat next to each other having lunch. On one of these occasions a boy from his class named Rodney had came over and asked why he was having lunch with his little sister. Before John could reply though Samantha told him she wasn't his sister but his girlfriend. His classmate had not said anything only walked away shaking his head. The two did make a very strange pair Samantha barely four-foot tall and so tiny and John sprinting towards six-foot and so large.
A couple of weeks into his first year, John had been walking down the hall when one of the coaches approach him. He asked John if he had considered joining the football team. John wasn't much for sports preferring academic pursuits, but the coach was very convincing, so John had signed up. John would not have believed that he would actually enjoy competitive sports, but it had awoken something inside of him and he took to it with natural skill. The coaches rigorous training routine had help John fill out his frame and now he was lean and toned.
A few times Samantha had tried to steal a kiss from him or snuggle close whenever they watched a movie. Every time though her sister Krista would become jealous so John had refrained from advancing on her. Now it was different though Kelly had convinced Krista to allow John to bring her into their Group.
John eased himself slowly onto the bed attempting not to wake the girl. He lifted the thin sheet and slid in behind her. He pressed himself against her small boyish body and her soft delicate skin was warm to the touch. He leaned forward pressing his lips against The spot where her neck and shoulders met. He opened his mouth against her skin, without breaking contact began to slowly move up her neck softly licking, and sucking her body. She tasted so sweet and salty it was like an erotic carnival treat. He ran his hands down her shapeless hips feeling her soft skin underneath his rough touch. Her scent was a soft coy mixture of floral scented body wash and the copper tang of sweat.
"Mommy?" Samantha said the half awake moan. Then John felt her suddenly go rigid as she felt his cock pushing against her.
"It's okay Sam it's me" John whispered into her ear as he nibbled her earlobe.
"John what are you doing"
"It's okay your mom let me in. I know everything."
Samantha let out a low sensual moan as she pushed her small hips backwards against his groin. His cock slid between her legs and she could feel his hot throbbing dick against her pussy. He slid his hands across her belly and down past her waist. He felt the fuzz of her thickening hairs as he began to stroke her cunny. The tip of his cock rested below her young lips and with each stroke he gave her he gave one to himself.
The girl began to moan his name and he could feel her beginning to get wet. With each stroke he could feel her sweet hot juices spreading across his skin. He longed to be inside of her and feel her wetness encasing him. Samantha squeezed her legs tightly together gripping him. John let out a gasp of sensual pleasure as she hugged him tightly between her lovely folds. Her slow rhythmic action began to spread her wet juices all over his longing manhood.
"I'm sorry," Samantha gasped between breaths "I just get so wet. I can't help myself."
"No, it's okay, you're fine" John said as he ran his hand across her nearly flat chest. he gave one of her nipples and experimental squeeze and she suddenly let out a strange high-pitched squeal.
"Don't." she pleaded "they've been so sensitive lately, that hurt."
"Well, I would kiss it and make it better but you're facing the wrong way."
"Okay." and she turned over releasing him from her grip and faced him. John looked into her dark brown eyes that were the color of polished Sandalwood. Leaning into her blessing her lips with his kiss and tasting the sleep that still clung to her mouth. His hands wandered her body resting on her small boyish butt, and pulled her to him as he moved against her soft wet cunny. She returned the favor by exploring every inch of his torso with her delicate little bird like hands. She stroked his big muscles that long hours of exertion had earned him. They devoured each others young bodies with their sense of touch as their lips and tongue's performed a sensual dance with each other.
Finally the need was too much for her as she rolled him on his back and straddled his hips. Once again their eyes met and she spoke volumes to him without saying a word. His needs were one of the heart because he wanted to love her, and to fall in love with her like he did all of his partners. Hers on the other hand was more primal some deep-seated need for conquest. She reached backwards taking him into her hand and skillfully began maneuvering him to just the right spot. When she had aligned them together she pushed back and slowly slid down as he parted her.
"Oh yes!" John she moaned. He could feel her wet tight cunny squeezing him. It was so wet he could feel it dripping down across his lap as she began to slowly move her hips. She was so small but her pussy salivated like a starving man. Every time she rocked forward he could feel her juices gush onto him. He was so amazed at the fact that he fit all the way inside of her. Her pussy gripped him not as he was expected tight and forgiving but just enough.
"Oh god Sam! You feel so good."
"Want to see a magic trick?" she asked him and a soft teasing voice. John nodded curiosity getting the better of him, and maybe this little girl could show him a few tricks he didn't know. She reached down place her hands on his chest each of her thumbs resting on his nipples. She was sitting perfectly still as John suddenly felt her pussy twitch. He Felt her most private of places begin to contract, then slide down his iron hard shaft, when it reached the base he felt it start back up again. It did not feel like she was trying to expel him but just the opposite. It felt like she was trying to pull him deeper inside of her. She began biting her lower lip as she stared down into his eyes, and her cunny performing its magic trick on his cock. She took her small little girl hands and began to slowly massage his nipples, rolling them back and forth between her thumb and forefinger. It was painful yet strangely pleasant at the same time.
"Oh God! Samantha what are you doing to me?"
She only smiled at him, he began to see her stomach muscles flexing rhythmically, and the sucking sensation her pussy was performing increased in speed. It felt like he was getting a warm firm wet hand job, as she just sat on top of him, her insides massaged his dick. The two young lovers began breathing heavily and panting in the dark rooms air as their sexual fever reached its climax. Samantha began grunting as her pussy was trying to put as much of his cock into her as it could. Her juices flowed out of her with every breath, her hot wet liquid spread across his lap and down his legs. He could already feel himself bottoming out inside of her, and it was starting to get painful. John felt the orgasmic thunder building in his soul as her cunny milked his cock.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! John I'm going to cum!" Samantha screamed.
"Me too, quit get off!"
"No! No cum inside me! Come inside me John! fill me up!" She leaned over looking him in the face and never stopping her erotic play with his body. She lets him in the eyes and the soft breathless voice she whispered. "I want you to put a baby in me."
With those words John came hard! Not the hardest in his life, he would save that for Anna later on. As he unleashed his torrent of spunk into her body the little girl cried out. She threw her head back and let loose with a savage almost inhuman scream. John felt her pussy grip him hard and squeezed it in a death grip. He could actually feel her insides squeeze the base of your shaft, and slowly pull upwards drawing as much of the cum out of him as she could. All the time she just kept repeating his name in that dark savage voice of hers.
For what seemed like an eternity, Sam sat perfectly still and she appear to almost not be breathing. John also felt himself holding his breath as if waiting for a final explosion. The motes of dust trapped in the razor sunbeams seemed to float frozen, as if the room was caught suspended in time for that perfect moment. Sam's arms were dangling at her side, her head was thrown back, her mouth was slightly agape, and her eyes were closed. The only hint John had that she was alive, was a slight movement of her flat chest, as she took in little bird like gasp of air.
Without warning she suddenly moved, animated once more with life. She let out a long deep sigh, as she lowered herself onto his chest. The top of her head resting just below John's chin. After a minute or so their bodies began to cool, the heat of their young sensual passion dissipated. John reached over and garbed the edge of the sheet, then with the little skill, and managed to pull it across both of them shielding their bodies from the cool room.
After a while they broke the holy silence of their union with small talk. That was when John learn the truth about Kevin. Sam had, had an older brother sort of. Kevin would've been nineteen, but he died in a car crash only a few miles from his home. It devastated Kelly, and Sam told him she has never been the same. Kelly originally lost your husband when Kevin was five. She had suffered through the heartbreaking loss with only Kevin as her support. And bit by bit their relationship had changed from one of mother and son, to one of lovers. Sam told him before her brother died, she had fond memories of him playing special games with her. She told him she lost her virginity at the age of four to her brother. But before her sister could reach that same age he had died. Even though Sam didn't come out and say, it John knew that Kevin might have been her brother, but biologically he was also her father.
So in the darkness of the room that they had blessed with the lovemaking, Samantha shared with him her family secret. So intern when she was done John shared with her his secret of Tabatha. After they had spent about an hour in each others arms, they had just started to once again heat up their passion when the door slightly opened. A little mop a blond curly hair, large blue eyes, poked over-the end of the bed. The two young lovers looked down at Krista, as she climbed over the foot of the bed toward them with not a stitch of clothing on. As the three children began to play John absently noted the fact that Kelly was standing at the door to the bedroom, naked as well, with a smile on her face. He had been welcomed into the family.
John could still recall the clarity placing the phone call to Kelly telling her about his mother's discovery. What they did to escape he wasn't sure, but Samantha and Krista were no longer in school after that. He did not hear from them for almost eleven years.
John was standing in the sunlit kitchen, he had just gotten back from a two-day trip to Florida. He had been checking on his investments in various companies he had stock in. John slowly flipped through the built up mail, anything that did not meet his approval floated into the trashcan, anything he needed fell on the counter. He sorted through bills, rejection letters for his script, advertisements for buying a car, coupon books and just the average trash you would expect. His brain was on autopilot as he sorted through the correspondence, not really paying attention. That was when he hit the blue envelope addressed to Kevin, his fingers automatically filed it under garbage. But a mere second after it left his fingers, and began its flights to destruction, it hit John like a bolt of lightning. His stomach was suddenly full of cold water, and the rest of his body felt numb. It was as if some preternatural sense had told him the origins of the letter. He watched in slow motion as the blue envelope continued its flight toward the garbage can. His hand not holding the bills snaked out attempting to intercept it. It was almost as if he thought it would vanish. His reflexes, still honed from years of football, snatched the small fluttering projectile out of the air. He held it there between his fingers staring at it, wondering if what he thought was true. All the sound was washed out of the world, the whole of reality seem to close, and exist only around the letter in his hand. He released the other correspondence in his hand, it cascaded onto the floor, forgotten. With shaking hands, he carefully opened the powder blue envelope revealing its contents.
Inside he found a letter written on a folded sheet of paper and a single photograph. He wanted to read the letter first, but his eyes were drawn to the frozen moment on the other. He could see Kelly in the background of the photo, she was older a few more wrinkles, touch of gray in her hair, but still beautiful as he remembered. In front of her stood Samantha, Who seemed to have grown into womanhood with the same passion she had for their lovemaking. He stared into those dark sandalwood eyes, and felt a lump form in his throat. Next to her, only a few inches shorter, was a beautiful curly-haired blonde goddess that could only be Krista. In front of those two stood two young boys. They had the same black mops of disheveled hair, and the same mischievous emerald eyes, that looked back at him in the mirror every morning. On the back was written John Age ten and Kevin Age ten. John looked away from the picture and back to the envelope. There printed on the front, in small tight script, was a return address.
He snatched a piece of paper from the envelope, his eyes devouring all the words.
Dear John
I hope this finds you well. I started writing this letter dozens of times, and finally worked up the courage to send it. There are some nights I lay awake, still thinking about you, I hope you think of me as well. There is so much I want and need to tell you.
Mother doesn't know I'm sending this and I hope your mother also doesn't intercept it. I could write volumes about the day you called us, and about what happened afterwards. Time does heal those wounds and I hope that you are treasuring the fond memories of us. Because we have something we can remember you by, they have grown special to us in many ways. As I sit writing this letter, I'm watching your two sons playing on the beach outside of our house. I hope significant enough time has passed that your mother has forgiven or forgotten about us, but I pray that you have not. It is my fondest wish to see you once again, and maybe revisit what we once shared. When the time comes, as I know it will, please find us.
Lovingly yours
Samantha
John had to sit down at the table to finish reading the letter. His eyes burned as tears fell and blurred the words on the paper. After he had read and reread the letter several times, he carefully folded it back up, and placed it in the envelope. She had asked him to find her.
So after he had put his affairs in order, and made arrangements, he found himself on the front doorstep waiting for a taxi. The warm June air reminded him so much of that summer. In the distance he could see a small dark cloud, a promise of a late spring shower, that reminded him of the first night he and Kelly share together. Finally the cab arrived and he began his search for his family.
John visited the girls that summer in their Hawaiian home. Together they forged new memories and new loves. It would be another four years before his brother returned and Anna entered his life. But every summer and Christmas he spent with his real family.
Most days Anna rode the bus home from school. Occasionally John would go pick her up and on those days he always felt his little devil on the shoulder. He would pull up in his old convertible and wait in line with the other parents. He always made sure he wore sunglasses, because he couldn't keep his eyes off all the attractive little girls. Their cute legs, bouncing curls, and sugary sweet smiles. The view always made his cock stiff.
On the way home Anna would always go on about how her day had been. For the most part John listened, but he really just wanted to get home so he could masturbate while thinking about his niece. He would sometimes jerk off with a pair of her panties he had stolen. Rubbing his cock in the soft silky crotch that had also rubbed hers until he came. He had refrained from taking it any farther so far.
The day that changed all of that he had been working outside in the yard, and had come inside planning on taking a shower. He stopped at his computer and pulled up the stock report to check on it briefly. But after that he found himself looking at the pictures he had saved on his hard drive. The cute girls in their suggestive poses moved across his screen and before he realized it he was starting to masturbate. He was really getting into it when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Shit!" John said as he quickly close out all the windows the knock repeated. "Hold on a minute!" he told the intruder. His hard dick protested as he zipped himself up and walked across the room. He figured it was his brother come to annoy him about some stupid shit again. But when he opened the door he was pleasantly surprised to find Anna standing there.
He opened the door and went to greet her, but she instantly forced her way past him. She still had on her school uniform and book bag. Which meant that his brother and his sister-in-law were not home yet.
"Uncle John I need to talk to you. It's really important."
"Okay kiddo shoot." John said as he closed the door.
"Look it's a real personal question and I can't ask mom or dad. Promise you won't say anything to them."
"Well I'll try," he told her a little concerned about the beginning of this conversation. "But it depends."
"Please promise me Uncle John, I need it to be our secret." When she said this it made dirty thoughts float through his head.
"Okay sweetheart I promise, I will never tell anyone else. what you need to ask me."
"Thank you Uncle John." she said and gave him a hug. He patted her on the back as she squeezed him around his waist, and his cock really wanted to come out and play.
"So, what is so important."
"Come sit down." she said and took his hand, leading him across the room to his computer chair. She made him sit down as she took off her backpack.
"I still don't..." John began and then suddenly stopped, as he could not believe what he was seeing.
Anna quickly kicked off both of her shoes sending them bouncing across the floor. Then she lifted up the sides of her skirt, hooked her thumbs in her panties and pull them down. She kicked the beautiful soft pink pair of underwear toward her shoes. She then walked over to where her uncle sat and stood next to him. The young girl lifted the front of her skirt up exposing her naked groin to him. John felt his heart hammering in his chest as his niece performed her little impromptu strip tease. He could see the delicate folds of her untouched cunny mere inches from his face.
"See Uncle John. Right there." Anna said pointing to a slightly dark patch of hair right above the sweet lips of her little pussy. "It wasn't there a week ago. when I took a shower this morning I saw, it I don't know what it means, is it bad?"
"May I?" John said motioning toward the mentioned spot.
"Sure." said Anna and then she moved in closer to him. she lifted up one of her legs and planted her foot on the chair between John's legs. Then she straddled her naked crotch over his arm, as she straddled him she pushed her self as close as possible to let him see. John could see everything, and he felt his raging cock pushing against the confines of his pants.
"It's okay if I touch you there, right?" he asked and she nodded her approval. John reached out and slowly began to run his fingers across his niece's cunny feeling the soft hair that she was concerned about. But he also allowed his fingers to dip ever so slightly into her lovely little clef. He did not say anything but sat there for over a minute slowly stroking the little girl.
"Uncle John, that feels weird." she said her voice strangely trembling. He continued to slowly caress, he stroked his nieces beautiful little pussy with his large man-fingers. "Does it hurt?" John asked as he noticed her breathing begin to quicken. She shook her head no so he continued feeling the exquisite youth under his fingers. For almost five minutes he slowly stroked his nieces virgin sex until she suddenly said.
"Okay! Okay. Stop Uncle John. I'm about to pee." He pulled his hand away and could see the glistening perspiration on her face. He also knew that she had come very close to her first orgasm. "Are you okay." "Yeah, that felt really weird. It was like I was all tingly inside." "Good, I liked it too." said John
"We should do that again sometime. So why do I have hair down there?" "Well," John began "it means you're getting older and that you're soon going to start puberty. You're going to get more hair down there and your breasts will start growing. You'll start becoming interested in boys and forget about silly old uncles."
"I'll never forget about you Uncle John." she said as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. John could feel his niece's hot cunny slide down his arm leaving a moist trail as she affectionately hugged him. She released him, turned around, and walked over to her discarded cloths. Bending over to pick up her underwear she gave him a wonderful view.
"Let me have those." he told her.
"Why?" she asked looking at him puzzled.
"As payment for services rendered."
"But, they're dirty." she said looking at them.
"That's okay. I'll take them anyways." Anna shrugged and deposited the clothing in her uncle's outstretched hand. she slipped her shoes back on and went for the door. "Now remember Uncle John you promised, don't tell anybody what we did okay."
"Promise." he said, and to show he was serious, crossed his heart. "Okay, bye." And with that she close the door. No sooner was she gone then John took out his cock, which was nearly vibrating with desire, and masturbated furiously into his nieces underwear. As he did so he kept repeating her name over and over again. Until the panties were nothing more than to cum filled wad. John was so caught up in his need to relieve himself he never noticed Anna watching him through the window. Unable to believe what she was seeing.
The next time something happened between them was over a week later. John was fishing leaves out of the pool when he heard his phone ringing. It turned out to be his brother who is pissed off as usual. He asked John if he would go get Anna from school. It was only the middle of the day but it seemed that she had an accident. So feeling sorry for her he drove over to the school to save her. He found her sitting in the office with an angry look on her face. The crotch of her bluejeans was covered with a dark stain that ran down the full length of her pants.
She didn't speak to him for almost the whole car ride home. She just sat looking out the window at the scenery as it flew by. John thought about striking up a conversation. Instead he decided to refrain out of respect, if she wanted to talk about it she would. But his eyes couldn't help but occasionally wander over to her side the car, and linger on the large dark wet stain that was spread across her lap and down her legs. He knew the source of that liquid and found it more than a little erotic. While his mind was adrift in the pleasant seas of his incestuous daydreams he failed to notice how angry the young girl was. He was suddenly brought out of his reverie by her outburst.
"Fuck boys!" she suddenly screamed into the silence of the car. As soon as the utterance had left her lips she turned wide-eyed toward her uncle. She had just swore in front of an adult, an offense punishable by death or being grounded, which was just as bad. When she stared at her uncle she was surprised to find him still just holding onto the wheel watching the road ahead. It was as if she hadn't just said the word "fuck". John could almost feel a physical presence as his niece stared at him, but the reaction he was having was not one currently visible with him sitting down.
"Yes?" he said turning and looking at her, as if he noticed her intense stare.
"I'm sorry Uncle John! I didn't mean to say that! It slipped out. Please don't tell on me. I will never do it again, I promise." Her words ran into one long sentence as she pleaded her attempts to gain a reprieve.
"What?" John asked. He never took his eyes off the road.
"Swear! I promise to never swear against! Please don't tell daddy."
"What's wrong with swearing?"
"Well it's bad." she said "I said a bad word once, and Vicky wash my mouth out with soap. Christine Becker swore in front of her dad once and he grounded her for a whole month."
"Seems a little excessive for just saying a word."
"But, it's a swearword Uncle John, you're not supposed to swear."
"You just did and I'm not punishing you. Should I punish you? Do you want to be punished."
"No. but I... It's just that..." Anna was confused. This was not normal behavior for an adult.
"Say it again."
"What?"
"Say fuck again, I give you permission to say fuck, in my presence."
"But it's..." Anna blinked at him, and then opened her mouth and said "FUCK!" This had the strange result of being followed by a giggle.
"See," John said "nothing bad happened. Saying that word does not hurt anyone."
She looked at him hesitantly as if waiting for him to say 'gotcha now you're in trouble' but he just kept driving. Anna kept glancing at him, it was almost as if she was daring herself to say it again. But Uncle John beat her to the punch.
"Fuck."
"Fuck!" she responded and then giggled some more.
"This is wrong you should not teach children to swear." said the angel on his shoulder.
"That's so fucking hot! get her to say something else." said his little devil.
"Okay, that'll do," John said "try this one, say pussy."
"Like the cat?" she asked him.
"No. It's another name for your private place."
"My pussy?" she said the look down at her lap.
"We shouldn't be teaching her to swear!" said his Angel.
"So your private place is called a pussy too Uncle John?" she asked.
"No, girls have pussies, boys have dicks."
"Okay," she said it's suddenly seemed to make sense to her.
"Now you've got the hang of it." John told her more than a little aroused at her litany of vulgarity. Anna was getting into the spirit of it and decided to experiment by saying. "Fuck me in my pussy with your dick Uncle John." Which prompted a new fit of giggles.
"For all that's unholy! That's so fucking hot!!" said his little devil as it began to jerk off its hairy red dick. John looked at his little angel who could only say "I'm with him on this one, that's fucking hot."
"Okay, okay," said John "don't use them all up. Now, just promise me you won't swear in front your father. I'd never hear the end of it."
"I promise, it'll be our secret, just like that one thing we did."
"Yeah just like that thing." The memory of petting his nieces little cunny drifted back to the forefront of his mind. He knew he was going to have a very intense masturbation session when he got home.
"So, do you want to talk about what happen?" he asked.
"Well Billy Phillips cornered me on the playground and tickled me so hard I wet myself. He's so stupid I hate him. I kept telling him to stop but he wouldn't and afterwards I told the teacher what he did but she didn't do anything. Then he was laughing at me and I got so mad so I punched him."
"Humm, well I think he deserves more than a punch for making you pee yourself." He told her as they pulled into the driveway. It was just a little past noon so no one else would be home for hours. Getting out of the car he turned and walked toward the greenhouse. When he reached his front door he noticed Anna had followed him.
"Shouldn't you go take a shower and get changed?" he asked her.
"But, I want to take a shower here."
"Okay." he said and opened the door for her. He knew she didn't have any clothes at his place except for a pair of very cum stained panties. Just the thought of his naked niece in his shower made him not care though.
He took her inside, removed her backpack, and placed it next to the door. She took his hand and led him down the hallway to his bathroom. It had a nice size standing shower and ample room for more than one occupant. He followed her in and closed the door behind them. Anna turn to her uncle and look at him as if waiting. He looked into her beautiful little face, her youth was so intoxicating. He reach out and caressed her cheek, as Kelly had done to him years ago. He half expected her to pull away or be confused by his touch, but instead she leaned in and nuzzled his hand.
He reached down and took the edge of her shirt: with its funny blue cartoon kitten on the front. He slowly pulled it up exposing her muscular mid drift and then her boyish flat chest. She lifted her arms and allowed him to pull it all the way off. Turning she sat down on the closed toilet and lifted a foot to him. He bent down, reached out, and ripped the Velcro tab open on her shoe. It came off revealing a cute bright orange shock. Slightly shaking John reached out and pull the sock off revealing her soft little girl toes, each with the purple painted toenail. She then offered him her other foot and he repeated the ritual. She then stood up in front of her kneeling uncle. John felt such a strong desire for her building as he slowly undressed his niece.
"Why are you shaking Uncle John?"
"It's nothing," he told her as he reached for her waist.
He unbuttoned and slowly pulled down the zipper on her urine-soaked pants. He could smell the strong exotic ammonia odor coming off of her. He reached one hand behind her and slid it between her waistband and her soaked panties. Only the thin fabric of the wet underwear separated him from touching her delicious backside. He pulled down her bluejeans revealing a treasured pair of mint green underwear that had darkened slightly due to dampness. One at a time she lifted her legs removing them from pants. John placed them on the side next to her shirt.
He looked back up half expecting her to finish on her own, not wanting her dirty old uncle anywhere near her cunny. But she just stood there waiting until finally he reached out and hook the edges of the moist undergarment, and slid them down her thighs. The beautiful sight of her young pussy, that only he had touched almost a week ago, came into full view. The discriminatory patch of dark hair attracted his eyes, and he thought just maybe it was even a little darker than before. Now his young niece stood in front of him naked like some piece of beautiful Renaissance art work.
Kneeling down like this she was actually a few inch taller than he was, and she smiled at him leaning forward to give him a peck on the cheek. But at the last second he turned his head and their lips met. Anna froze at the feeling of her uncle's rough lips on hers. John took this moment to savor the taste of his young preteen niece's lips. She didn't pull away ,and when he slowly began to work his mouth against hers. He was pleasantly surprised when she returned the action. After a few seconds but what felt like a lifetime she did pull back.
"Wow Uncle John! That's the first time I ever did an adult kiss with anybody."
"What's an adult kiss?"
"You know. Like you see on the movies. When two people are in love and they kiss like that."
"Show me what you mean." he said, once again leaning toward her. Smiling, she leaned over, their lips met, and this time there was no hesitation as she worked her mouth against his. He felt her lips apart and her tongue pressed forward. He opened his mouth receiving her into him as the two touch tongues. John's hard cock strained heavily against the front of his pants begging to get out and plant is seed into the little girl. Anna tried to pull away twice but John cupped her naked backside with one hand and stroked her little cunny with the other.
"Okay! Okay Uncle John, stop." she said breathlessly.
"Sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to get carried away. You're just really good at that." He said after breaking off their kiss but he continued to cress and fondled her body.
"It's okay, you're a really good kisser."
"You're a really good kisser too," he told her, slightly intensifying his stroking of her beautiful little cunny.
"Thanks for not being upset with me. Mommy and daddy get so upset if I have an accident. Vicky tells me I'm supposed to be a big girl and that big girls don't have accidents."
"You want to know a secret?" he asked her exploring the dark little patch above her clef.
" pant... Sure what is it."
"I actually like it that you wet yourself." His fingers began to slowly slip deeper into her ass crack and was now less than an inch away from her tight little pink anus.
"moan... Mommy always says that... ugh... peeing myself is gross and... mmh... that only babies do it. gasp..." "Well, I like the idea. It makes me feel really happy. Like when we kiss just now, that made me feel just as happy." As his fingers made contact with her little virgin anus his fingers on the other hand began slipping lower and lower approaching that special place of all little girls. " ugh,ugh... Really Uncle John you... mmh... like it when I pee?" She flinched a little as his finger began pressing in on her tight wet cunny.
"Well remember last time when you showed me the hair you found. You let me touch it and said you felt like you had to pee. Because you felt all tingly inside." He was running his finger through her pussy lips with each stroke ran across her little clit.
"Yeah ...gasp..." she said softly panting.
"Well if I hadn't stopped and you had peed, on me I would actually have liked it." He began to stroke her faster as he saw her sexual excitement building.
"That's... Uh... gross... Uh... Uncle John! Okay stop now! PLEASE, it's starting... Uh... to hurt." Her little pussy had become so wet and she had starting to slowly move her hips back-and-forth.
John pulled his hands away he not wanting to scare or hurt her. "I'm sorry Anna, I was just trying to make you feel good." She gripped one of his shoulders for support as she slowly regaining control of herself.
"It's okay Uncle John, it did feel really good, but just started to hurt at the end. When you started to push your finger up into... You know... My one place." She demonstrated by pointing.
"Oh, you mean here." John said and slid a finger along her lips till he reached her virgin opening. Her cunny was wet, inviting, and his finger slid in to the first knuckle.
"Ow!" she said suddenly dancing back from him.
"Oh I'm sorry are you okay?" but he wasn't sorry he had just penetrated her nine-year-old vagina with a finger.
"Yeah, that hurt." she said rubbing herself there.
"That's called your pussy Anna. See a boy will put his dick in there and then he will cum inside you. In about nine months a baby will come out."
"Really?" she asked reaching down and pull your lips open wide as if looking for a baby.
"Alright sport, you take a shower and I'm going to go do some dishes. Okay." John said standing and turning to leave. He really wanted to go jerk off.
"Wait, Uncle John!" Anna said. When he turned around he saw she was holding out her piss stained panties to him.
"What are these for?"
"I know how much you enjoyed my other pair. I figured since these have pee on them you would like it even more. I have an idea." she said and took them back.
In total shock of John watched as his little niece took back her offered underwear. She wadded them up in her hand and squatted slightly. Reaching down with one hand she formed a V and rested it against her pussy lips then she pulled her cunny open. She looked up from her progress at him and then her face bunched up as she began to concentrate. She placed the wadded up underwear and just the right spot so that when the golden liquid broke free it landed right on the fabric. John could see the tiny little arc as it left her body and was absorbed by the panties. But it seems Anna under estimated the absorbency of the already soaked underwear because it quickly began to overflow onto her hand and then the floor.
When she did finally managed to stop there was a little mess on the floor she looked up at him sheepishly. "sorry."
"Wow! Anna that was beautiful. Thank you so much for showing me that. I really want you to do that again for me sometime," John sincerely said.
"Okay Uncle John I promise. As soon as I have to go pee again I'll let you know." She deposited the now sopping wet underwear in his waiting hand, and jumped in the shower. John turned and left the bathroom. When he reached the end of the hallway John turned around and looked noting the small little droplets that formed a trail behind him.
The sunlight was filtered through the young spring leaves of the canopy that hung over the greenhouse. It had a strange effect on the light because it twisted it and made the light into varying shades of emerald green. The trees across the lake were just high enough and the canopy above the house was just low enough so that every morning the sun woke John up. Occasionally the tree branches with dip down and begin to obscure the rising sun. So he would have to go out and trim them back a bit, he consider this winding his alarm clock. The view that was provided to him by the unique architecture was a breathtaking and panoramic view of the lake.
The one thing besides happy memories that made John love the greenhouse was the fact that the ceiling and two of the walls of his bedroom were made of glass. The little pieces were cut into different size circles that were held in place by a latticework of soft lead. It was an old world construction technique that his ancestor must have paid a fortune for. All of the glass was not uniform in color either, there were little imperfections and slight color changes across the skin of each of them that bent and altered the light. From time to time John had found the need to repair sections of the greenhouse and had taught himself the art of stained glass windows. The strange green alien sunlight coupled with the greenhouse walls always made his bedroom feel strange and surreal in the morning sunlight.
John lay on his stomach as Anna rubbed his shoulders. He didn't have any clothes for her to wear so instead she was only wearing one of his old button up shirts that hung loosely from her body. As she straddled and massaged him he could feel her young warm cunny rubbing against the small of his back. Her small firm hands worked against the knots under his skin and felt so good. She was quite strong for her age and size. They had been playing in bed for sometime neither of them really caring how late it was getting.
"How does that feel Uncle John?" she asked
"Amazing," he moaned as her strong young fingers attacked the sore muscles in his back and shoulders. The fact that he had his half naked nine-year-old niece on his back was amazing and the fact that she was so good at giving massages made it almost like heaven. Even though he had masturbated and came twice while she was in the shower, his cock still felt harder than iron.
"I like this. It feels strange but I like the way your skin feels against my..." She said as he could feel your hips grinding slightly against the small of his back. Her vocalizations of his thoughts made his manhood throb with desire and he longed to introduce her to it. He loved the fact that he was helping his niece discover her sexuality. As he lay happily with his face pressed into the sheets he could not help but inhale their clean scent. For years afterwards the smell of clean fresh sheets would trigger the memories of their first true intimate encounter.
"You mean your pussy."
"Yeah," she said letting out a small soft moan "my... uh... pussy."
John suddenly shifted and rolled over keeping her straddling him. When he stopped she was on top of his crotch with nothing more than the fabric of his jeans separating them. He looked up into her emerald eyes as she dominated him and marveled at her beauty. His gaze travel down from her face and he admired her toned flat chest have hidden by his old shirt. John reached up and slid his hands into her garment allowing his thumbs to rest on her almost invisible nipples. He could feel the hard little studs poking from her boyish chest as he slowly stroked and played with them. Anna let out a sharp gasp as she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Her breathing began to speed up as his hands drifted down and exploded her body. Anna grabbed his wrists as her breathing became even faster. it was as if she wanted him to stop but she didn't pull his hands away.
"Here," she said "it itches here." She took one of his captured hands and slid it on to her cunny. John felt his nieces eager wet sex underneath his fingers as she positioned him where she wanted. He began to rub her little bald lips in quick tight circles all the while her hips rhythmically slid against his hidden cock. The waist of his jeans began to slide down with her repented motion until the head of his manhood was exposed. The underside of his shaft rubbed against the small virgin hole he longed to penetrate. John's hand began to cramp, but the noises the little girl made spurred him on.
"Uncle John," she squealed in a high-pitched voice as her face contorted into a painful mask "I can't control my body! what's happening? I feel... I feel... something coming!"
"It's okay," John panted almost in time with her "don't be afraid. Just relax and let it happen." He didn't want her to stop he was so close to cumming. he reached behind her grabbing her flat butt and forced her to continue grinding her cunny against his cock.
"Eeeehhhhh... Eeeehhhh... Aaaahhh!" Anna screamed as her hips suddenly made several quick hard thrusts against him. The tip of his manhood caught in her virgin opening and caused it to spring free.
The sudden release of his cock caused it to fly upwards against her pussy. The sudden sharp pain as her uncle tried to push into her made her orgasm.
John felt a jolt as the tip of his dick push hard against her little opening but did not go inside. Time seem to slow down as Anna's back suddenly arched and she let out a loud scream. It was all that John's brain could handle and he emptied his third load that day into his niece. The instant he unleashed his hot seed into her adolescent body she dropped onto his cock and rammed it inside of her. It had not been an intentional action she had just lost her balance as the wave of euphoria swept over her. The experience of her first orgasm was punctuated by the pain of her hymen tearing. It had been the best feeling she had ever felt and then the worst pain she had ever felt. It was like having your favorite ice cream laced with glass shards.
The sudden pain startled Anna so much she leapt backwards away from John and her head connected with the foot-board with a loud thump. Almost instantly she began to cry loudly one hand clutching the back of her head while the other held her cunny. John suddenly felt panic supercharge his brain as he saw her lying there with tears streaming down her face. Before she had been a strong lover but now she was just a scared hurt little girl. He scooped her into his arms and held her shivering body against his.
"It's okay. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. It'll be okay." He said stroking her hair as she sobbed into his chest. He continued to rock her till the tears had all dried up. She lay in his arms, young, soft, and so small. She had started sucking on one of her thumbs as he rocked her back and forth trying to comfort the pain away. The sun had dipped below the horizon leaving the room in cooling shadows. Time seemed to linger in a slow awkward rhythm and soon John heard his niece snoring softly in his arms.
Carefully he climbed out of bed still cradling her in his arms. His pants fell around his ankles so he just kicked them off. He made his way through the dark house and out the front door. In the near dark he climbed the stone steps to the main house. He knew the path by heart and could have navigated it blindfolded. The main house stood dark and silent letting him know that his brother had not yet come home. John entered the big empty house and carried his beautiful little bundle up the stairs past all the ghosts of his childhood.
He laid her in her large pink bed. Sorting through the treasure trove of soft pink and purple panties in her dresser, He finally picked out a pair with a little black and white panda for her. Looking down John still sported a stiff erection and the head of his cock was still slightly gooey with his cum. He carefully took her underwear and cleaned himself with just fabric that would go between her legs. His offering darkened the fabric slightly and he considered placing something fresher there for her, but decided against it. Carefully as not to wake her he slipped the special pair around her feet, up her legs, and slid them into place. He then pulled the sheets over her and leaned in giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Good night."
For the next week John and Anna would sneak stealth kisses whenever no one was looking. Most nights before he retired to the greenhouse John would watch a little TV on the raggedy old sofa in the living room. Anna had started joining him for his nightly viewings. So now he not only watched a string of monster and action flicks but the occasional hyper colored kids cartoon, which he had to admit was a lot better than the ones he watched as a kid. She had got him hooked on something called "Adventure Time", but he would be hard pressed to tell anyone else what it was about, he wasn't sure himself. Some nights their ritual included John combing her wet hair after she had taken her bath, the floral scent of her shampoo was intoxicating. He would tease her and say that they should get a bath together, so he could wash her hair properly. Anna had tilted her head to the side as she consider this and then informed him that they would have to wear bathing suits so they would not see each other naked.
And so it was about a week after the massaging incident that John was in the small cramped laundry room right off of the kitchen washing some shirts when he overheard his brother ranting. They had planned a trip to go upstate to see some friends of theirs for the forth of July weekend and since it was a three day holiday they had been busy packing all morning. But now there was apparently some issue with Anna not wanting to go.
"What do you mean she doesn't want to go?" said Vicky his sister-in-law.
"Well," said his brother "she just informed me she didn't want to go, and she would rather stay here."
"But she can't stay here by herself, she's only nine. Go tell her she's going and that's final! I'm not having her ruin our plans."
"Well, she has it in her head that she wants to stay. I'm tired of dealing with her, you talk with her." said his brother the exhaustion apparent in his voice.
"I swear," said his sister-in-law sounding exasperated "sometimes that girl just makes me so mad."
John stepped through the door holding his basket laundry pretending that he had not just been ease-dropping. Vicky stood there taking a drag off of her cigarette with a sour look on her face as John entered the room.
"So, you guys about ready to go?" John asked
His brother sighed and rubbed his forehead "Yes, but Anna has decided she'd rather stay here. She knows we've been fucking planning this trip for the last month and now she goes and pulls this shit."
"Yeah I can see how that would be a problem. Kinda kills your plans." John said folding his laundry and appearing to be disinterested in their issues.
"She'll just have to go with us." His brother said crossing his arms
This was the time to strike "Well I wasn't planning on doing anything this weekend, and the church is having the fireworks display on the other side of the lake. If you wanted to leave her here I can make sure she doesn't get into any trouble."
John's brother contemplated this idea and agreed. So about an hour later they had packed up the last of their things into the car and were pulling out of the driveway. John and Anna waved goodbye until they had disappeared from sight before making their way back into the house.
"So what do you want for lunch?" John asked.
Anna contemplating this for a second and with a smile announced "grilled cheese sandwiches."
"Alright I can do that." And he set to work on a gourmet banquet of grilled cheese sandwiches with the crust cut off.
The day has been hot and muggy with dark clouds on the horizon threatening rain. The old house didn't really have central air conditioning so John prepared lunch while listening through the open windows to the occasional distant thunder. The buttery smell of cheese and toast filled the house like some kind of unseen fog that went straight to your stomach. John had not been hungry before he had started cooking, but now his stomach growled demanding food.
As he slid the last gold and morsel on to the waiting white plate Anna made her grand entrance into the kitchen. John turn to tell her she had arrived just in time but his mind went completely blank when he saw her standing there. She was wearing a one-piece bathing suit with purple and yellow-flowered print across its stretchy surface with two purple shoulder straps holding it up.
What caused his momentary lapse in cognitive thinking was the fact that it had to be at least three sizes too small for her. Her tall muscular body was barely held inside of the clothing's fabric. The suits shoulder straps seem to be straining against the effort of staying together and the decorative floral pattern looks as if it was painted on to her body. When she turned around half of her butt was hanging out and when she moved he swore he heard it creaking. The neckline drooped down so much John could see hints of her nipples peeking over. The two tiny button like studs poking through the edge of the thin fabric at him as she moved across the room. The suits crotch hug her so tightly it left nothing to the imagination and John could feel his cock getting stiff just looking at his niece.
"Awesome lunch is ready!" Anna said. She looked at the grilled cheese sandwiches waiting for her on her plate with ravished hunger in her eyes the same way John was staring at her.
They ate in silence for a few minutes until finally John asked "so what's with the get up"
"I want to go swimming, but I had forgotten that I had packed my new suit, and dad took off with my luggage. So this is my suit from last year, see it still fits." she stood and gave him a twirl to demonstrate.
John had a different opinion as to whether or not her swimsuit fit, but he was not about to voice it. They both sat enjoying their meal and discussing their plans about going to see the fireworks display that weekend. When Anna had finished her sandwich she took her plate to the sink, and when she turned around John could see that the crotch of her swimsuit had fallen into her cunny revealing everything.
"I'm going to go sit outside next to the pool and let my food settle. Would you come swimming with me? Please!" She asked.
John stood up and took his plate the sink as well. To say his nieces attire had given him an erection would have been an understatement. His visible erection was straining against the fabric of his khaki shorts so hard it felt like it was about to explode. When he put his dishes into the sink he turned to her and stepped so close to her that only inches separated them. With strange fascination her eyes were drawn to the protrusion that was his hard dick trapped in his pants. Anna could not seem to look away from it, it captivated her, without realizing it one of her hands slid down to her exposed cunny and she began fondling herself. John didn't think she knew that she was doing it but it was turning him on even more. He reach out and took her chin lifting her head till their lips met and began working furiously against each other. As they kissed he reached down and took her hand that was massaging her sex and began to guide her in the correct movements. Her sweet young lips work furiously against his, he felt her breath in his mouth as she began to pant. The tips of his fingers were becoming wet with her little girl moisture as her breathing became more rapid and he knew she was losing control of herself.
John pulled away just as she was reaching the cusp of her climax. His niece stood panting as she slowly regained control of herself. Her cheeks were flush and red as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She stared up at him not quite understanding what had just happened but he saw no fear in her eyes only the hunger for more. He reached down and ran a finger just inside of her pussy. It came back slick and wet with her incestuous desire.
John held out his finger showing her the dewy drop of her juice and then licked it clean. "Yum, sweat." he said "now go sit out next to the pool and let your food settle I'll go change." She nodded and wondered out the back door on shaking legs.
The relentless hot July sun beat down on the concrete that surrounded the pool make it almost unbearable to walk on. John hadn't gotten very much sun and he was sure that he was going to have a nice sunburn in the morning. He sat with his arms draped across the edge of the pool enjoying the warmth on his back. He was also feeling exhilaration from the water jet that was spraying across his cock. Anna was laying in one of the many pool chairs that littered the pool side drying off after their long swim in the pool. The chlorine smell seem to hang in the air and made John's nose burn. He would occasionally glance in the direction of his niece as she lay in the shade. After a while she sat up and looked at him.
"I know what you're doing," said Anna accusingly.
"What?"
"I said I know what you're doing. I like doing it too sometimes it makes my... pussy feel good." She had smiled when she said the word pussy.
"So you like masturbating on the pool jets do you. I never knew you're such a dirty girl."
"What's masturbating?" She asked sitting up in her lounge chair.
"Masturbating is when you touch yourself to feel good. Normally when you masturbate you're trying to give yourself an orgasm."
"Oh," she said, "like what you like to do with my panties?"
"Exactly, but there's other ways you can get an orgasm. Like if I ate you out that would give you an orgasm."
"What do you mean eat me out?"
"That's where I would lick your cunny until I gave you an orgasm."
"Ew, that sounds gross," she said. "Alright Uncle John let's try it. Eat me out."
John looked up at her and smiled she didn't have to ask him twice. He pulled himself up out of the pool and shook to get some of the water off. Anna watched him as he approached her and nervously licked her lips.
"What do I have to do?" she asked.
"Nothing," he told her "just sit back and relax."
The lounge chair creaked as she leaned back and closed her eyes. She felt her uncle spread her legs apart and gasped as she felt his fingers make contact with her cunny. His touch was soft but the rough texture of his skin made her shiver slightly. She felt him open her privates, then something warm and wet began moving against the soft inside of her pussy. It felt like electricity running up and down her spine as his tongue played against her little girl parts. He lapping up the salty musk of her budding femininity as he massaged her clit with his mouth.
She felt a moan begin deep inside of her body as it worked its way up her throat and escape from her lips. Her heart began to beat faster as the strange tingling feeling in her stomach intensified. Her uncle's touch was like nothing she had ever experienced before and her body felt like it was being consumed by fire. She was having trouble breathing and her pussy felt electrified. Her uncle was doing things to her she had no description for but that felt so good.
"What's happening to me?" Anna gasped as the strange alien sensations flooded her body. She gripped the arms of the chair until her knuckles turn white.
"I can't control my body!" she said as her hips began to piston against her uncle's mouth. She was moaning even louder now and John could tell she was so close to an orgasm he could almost taste it, literally. She let out an anguished cry as her back arched with the growing pleasure she felt, and she forced herself into her uncle's mouth. There was a loud ripping sound as her tight swimsuit suddenly tore open as the shoulder straps gave way reveling her flat boyish chest.
John looked up into his nieces face, he watched her eyes rolled into the back of her head and he tasted her first true orgasm. Her flat naked chest hitched with each wonderful discharge that shot into his mouth. Her young hot juices were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life.
She lay half-naked on the deck chair panting as shivers randomly raced through her body making her twitch. While she recuperated he pulled the remains of her ruined swimsuit over her hips and down her legs. He carefully open the folds of her cunny revealing the soft innocent pink quivering hole hidden inside. Anna still had a far off look in her face and did not seem aware of anything he was doing. John took his pointer finger and in one quick movement penetrated her.
Her back arched as she let out a gasp and her body shuttered before slowly laying back down. He worked his finger inside of her expertly seeking the magic spot just inside her vagina. His finger diligently worked inside the soft folds of her most secret place until he finally touched the perfect spot. When he did she suddenly took in a sharpen breath as her eyes flew open wide and she gagged as if being chocked. He pushed down on the front of her cunny rubbing against his finger buried inside of her. It was a very old technique that he had found in a special edition of the Kama-Sutra. He had been wanting to try it out for very long time and the results were better than he had expected.
"Aaahhh! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! YES! YES! Aaaahhh!" his nine-year-old niece screamed as she experienced a deep orgasm that most women could only dream of. She had reached behind her head gripping the deck chair as her hips levitated up off the seat and her legs spread wide. John could see tears streaming down her face as her tongue hung out of her mouth. Her mind was lost on a sea of sexual bliss unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She cried out incoherently as she began to lose control of her bladder and sprayed an arch of hot golden liquid onto her uncle. He held his hold on her until she had finished.
John removed his finger from his nieces drooling cunny as she collapsed back onto the chair. Her pussy was wet with her thick sex juices that were slowly leaking out of her and forming a puddle under her chair. Her uncle stood up and pulled his swimming trunks off allowing his large thick adult erection to spring out. Anna was lost in a haze of orgasmic bliss and didn't protest when he knelt between her legs. He rubbed his hard cock against her soft young parts smearing her fluids all over himself. Once he had adequately prepared his dick he placed it over her little quivering hole and began to push ever so slightly into her.
The young girl gasped as the exquisite pain of the penetration shot through her and it felt so good. John began to work himself into his niece's wet cunny inch by inch until he had managed to get the head of his cock into her. Her wet slick sex opened as wide as it could be welcoming him inside of her but she was so young and inexperienced that he could fit very little inside. She turned and stared into his eyes as he began to rhythmically thrust his large manhood into her small girl body.
"I love you Uncle John." Anna moaned to him as he could feel himself beginning to quickly climax. The engorged head of his dick work the inside of her young virgin pussy as she repeated his name over and over again, each time getting louder. He had wanted this for so long and the burning desire he felt for her only seems to intensify with each of their encounters.
His niece began panting rapidly as she wrapped her legs around his hips driving him deeper into her. He could feel her vibrating with the third orgasm she had experienced that day. She leapt out of the chair and wrapped her arms around his neck and he could hear her panting "Fuck me" over and over in his ear. Suddenly she became very rigid as he felt her cunny clamp down on the small part of his manhood that had managed to penetrate her. John had been holding back from cumming until just this second. So as his niece began to orgasm he relaxed and allowed his hot seed to explode into her. With every spurt he rammed his cock into her little tight pussy making her gasp in pleasure. With every deposit his forceful penetration made her head rock backwards as she tried to keep her eyes locked on his. Each of her exhalations were whimpers punctuated by a cry with each of his thrusts. Years later when they laid in bed together she would admit to him that this has been the best sex she had ever had, even though it was her first time.
The two collapsed into the deck chair with their arms wrapped around each other in a lovers embrace. John felt wonderful it was the best sex he had, in such a long time. Anna's young body lay pressed against his chest breathing her hot breath against his skin as he slowly rub her back. It's took a minute for him to realize that she was actually crying.
"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said fear rising in his stomach "shush, it'll be okay. shhh. I'm so sorry, please don't be mad at me. I didn't mean to hurt you."
She turned her face up to him her eyes were large red and puffy with tears running from them, and there was a glistening wet spot underneath her nose. John felt his heart-break as he thought how bad he must have scared and wounded her. He had dragged her into this strange new world of fleshy desires and pain against her will. She was really such a fragile little thing, a beautiful little girl, his special little treasure. He loved her and would have done anything to make her happy. She smiled at him as she tentatively reached up and touched the side of his head.
"OW!" John cried out in pain as his niece death gripped his ear in her small strong hand.
"Don't ever apologize for loving me, you stupid idiot!" she said in an angry voice and then reached up and kissed him.
John wasn't sure if he had actually fallen asleep or not. But when he came fully awake again the last few stray fireworks were dying in the deep dark sky above them. The crickets and other night-time insects were once again singing their love serenade to each other in the baked grass around them. He could still feel the lingering sweet on his body slowly cooling him off and the warm touch of Anna's young skin against his. He looked up into the diamond studded velvet darkness of the sky and examined the movement of the stars. They told him it was getting late and he knew they would have a decent walk ahead of them to get home.
His left arm circled the naked form of his sleeping niece as she clung to him. He ran his hand across her skin feeling the soft beautiful youth under his touch. In the dim light of the moon she opened her lovely dark emerald eyes and stared at him as she ran her fingers through the thick hair on his chest. He loved the feeling of her boyish body under his touch, as his hand fondled her backside.
"I love you Anna." her uncle whispered softly to her.
"I love you too." she replied. "I wish we could stay here forever just like this. This could be our place, our secret place, that no one else knows about."
"I wish we could too," he told her sadness creeping into his voice "but let's just enjoy this while we have it."
"Promise me something Uncle John."
"Anything baby."
"Make me a promise, promise me that if anything ever happens. If we ever get separated, for any reason that you'll meet me back here on the Fourth of July, and we can run away together."
"I promise with all my heart."
"Thank you." she sighed and laid her head back down on his chest. Once again her breathing slowed and became the shallow soft sounds of sleep. John also found it hard to maintain his hold on consciousness and finally surrendered to the soft warm will of the night.
The two slept in the field of hot July grass in each other's embrace until the golden fingers of morning sunlight crawled across the field. The yellow rays nuzzled their skin until it awoke them from their deep sleep. Reluctantly the two stirred knowing that their time of perfect happiness was over for now.
John and Anna dressed and began the long walk home around the lake. When they finally reached the house John fix them a large lunch to satisfy the ravenous hunger they both felt. Between the two there was an unspoken understanding that the time they had alone together was quickly coming to an end. And late that afternoon John's brother returned home.
For the next few months John and his niece snuck away to be with each other whenever they could. Most nights after Anna had gone to bed and John walked down the stony path in the dark to the greenhouse. He would stop when he was half way there and turn back to look up at the house. In the upper window that belonged to his niece he would see the light from a small flashlight blink out the declaration of her love in code.
Just before school began Anna celebrated her 10th birthday. The only other kids at the party were ones belonging to her father and mother's coworkers. She told her parents she enjoyed the party but truthfully it only depressed her when she realized that she only had one real friend. When school started back up she made a heart-felt effort to be more sociable with her classmates, but it never seems to work out. She was a foot taller than any of them and unlike the other girls didn't like dolls and dressing up.
On her first week back the PE Coach embarrassed her badly. They were told to go change into their exercise uniforms and Anna had started to head into the girls locker room when the coach had grabbed her and began scolding her for being a little pervert. She tried to explain to him the she was a girl but he ended up dragging her all the way to the office before she could get a single word in. She had tearfully told her uncle about the incident when he came that afternoon to pick her up from school. And in the small confines of his muggy convertible he had held her and gave all the comfort he could. It made her feel better knowing that there was somebody there who cared and wanted her around. She had jokingly asked him how many other guys had to pick their girlfriends up from elementary school.
It was right after Thanksgiving when John's brother had called him about Anna getting in a fight at school. His brother hadn't given him any details he had just asked John to go and pick her up from school. He had not sounded very concerned so John had taken his time and so about an hour later walked into the main office.
Anna, his niece, sat on one of the hard wooden benches looking sad and alone. When he walked in she looked up at him with empty lost eyes. There was a large purple-red ring forming around her left eye, she had what looked like a scrape on her right cheek, and her lip was swollen. A mixture of anger and fear flooded through John and he could see the pain painted on the face of his little Anna. He gave her the sweetest warmest hug he could as he knelt down in front of her. She looked down as if she couldn't meet his gaze as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Uncle John I..." she began to say.
"Shush, you don't have to say anything just wait here. I'll take care of it."
"But I..." she said looking up at him. She hated depending on others.
"I know," he told her.
"And you must be her father," said a raggedy voice from behind him.
John turned and looked up to see the principal standing in the doorway to her office. She had her arms crossed and a sour look on her face, but John was ready for a fight. He followed her into the office and the door was closed behind them. Anna could see the principal, her uncle, and Michael Stetson's mom having a heated argument. She could hear the principal blaming her for what happened even though the other kids were picking on her because of her size. She hated them for always making fun of her, and sometimes wished they would die. As she sat waiting for the adults to finish the door to the main office opened and a man with thick horn rim glasses came in. He looked around spied her sitting in the chair and then looked toward the principal's office where he heard the raised voices. He gave her a warm smile and walked over opening the principals office door and walked in without knocking.
"Who the hell are you?!" screeched the principal. The man with the funny glasses ignored her looked at Uncle John.
"Always good to see you my boy. How have you been? Busy I assume. Well here's the paperwork you asked me to drop off," the man said and then turn to the principal to continue "Madam we will be suing the school system for child endangerment. You knew of the threats against my client and still you did nothing. That is pure negligence."
"Thank you Sid," said John turning back to the principal. "As you can see I'm not joking, and I'm not fucking around. We will be leaving now." With that he walked out of the principal's office and took his niece with him.
The whole car ride home Anna didn't say anything to him. He tried several times to start-up a conversation but she just sat quietly with her arms crossed looking out the window. That afternoon when her father came home he and John got into the worst fight of their lives. John was just trying to protect her but her father was furious at the fact that John had brought the family lawyer into the situation. All because of something Anna had done at school. John's brother told him flat-out that he was not her father, had no right to go that far, and they would not be suing. They both had embarrass him in front of the other parents. John just stared at him and then a low voice said "you're just like mother" and walked out.
Over the next month leading up to Christmas John tried to talk with Anna but she always walked off. He tried to apologize, bought her gifts, and pleaded with her to tell him what he did wrong. But she would not speak with him and his brother had made it clear that he was to keep his distance. Several times at night he would stand outside the front door the greenhouse and shine a little flashlight at her bedroom window blinking out the message of his continued devotion to her in their code. But she never responded.
That Christmas he ended up spending in Hawaii and stayed until middle of January. When he finally did return home it was as if he had his old life back, he almost never saw his brother or his niece. He started feeling very lonely and contemplated making a permanent move to Hawaii. So slowly bit by bit he began to make his preparations. John had arrange to have everything done by the end of march. He would be leaving behind everything that reminded him of her even though it broke his heart to do so.
John stood admiring the small mountain of boxes that had slowly appeared in his living room over the last few days. The physical act of packing his belongings hadn't been that taxing, the hard part had been reliving all the memories that they held.
It had been like sorting through shattered fragments of his life as they cut his hands and made him bleed. Over the last several months he had come to terms with the fact that Anna was no longer his, but it still hurt. Every attempt he had made to reconcile with her had been rebuffed, and he still wasn't quite sure what he had done to anger or upset her. But if she truly wanted him then she would have to be the one to come back. It ate away at him and kept him up in sleepless fits some nights trying to puzzle over the events that led up to the loss of his niece. He didn't want to try to force her into a confrontation for fear of being exposed, but more than anything he just needed to know why. John didn't bother to tell his brother about his plans to leave, fuck him, it would be a surprise. In a few days the trucks would show up to take away all of his stuff while everyone was gone. Maybe this would give Anna some kind of closure he only wished that...
"UNCLE JOHN!!" screamed Anna. Her voice was spiked with the jagged glass sounds of fear, pain and terror. It was coming from right outside his front door. It sounded like she was being murdered, the thought of this dumped a mountain of liquid fire adrenaline into his blood. He sprinted like a slow motion angry bull toward the front door and nearly yanked it off its old metal hinges.
There in the middle of the path was his niece crawling on all fours toward the greenhouse. She looked up at him her hair falling across her face as sheer terror filled her eyes. She suddenly fell forward doubling over in pain as she cried out. It felt like he was running underwater as he took several bounding steps toward her. Then he was at her side lifting her small body up in his arms and held her safe. She was shaking uncontrollably and was clutching herself as she cried. He quickly brought her back inside and laid her down on the old bed they had shared more than a few times.
"Please Uncle John! HELP ME! It hurts so bad!!" Anna pleaded as she curled into a ball clutching her stomach and sobbing.
"It's OK I'm here now. It'll be okay. Let me see." he told her and carefully removed her hands. He lifted up the edge of her shirt looking for wounds, but her stomach looked bloated and swollen. Her belly button had popped out and her could see discolored marks where her skin had stretched. John was confused and scared, what could possibly be wrong, but then the sudden realization of what was happening hit him like a ton of bricks. He reached down and began undoing her belt and taking her pants off.
"UNCLE JOHN! What are you doing!? WHATS WRONG WITH ME?!"
"You're pregnant." he told his niece, still not believing it himself.
"What?"
"Roll on your back and spread your legs." he said removing her panties. Her pussy was red and swollen and when she cried out in pain again clutching her distended stomach he could see her sex flexing in preparation. He had never done anything like this before, but he had seen on movies where they would get towels and hot water, so he stood up to leave.
"NO!" she cried clawing at his arm "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"
"I'm not going anywhere baby. I just have to go get some towels, I'll be right back, I promise. I love you." He sprinted into the next room his heart hammering his chest as Anna's cries of pain drifted to him from the other room. John ran into the living room where the mountain of boxes sat waiting for the movers. He started grabbing them at random feeling their weight trying to find the right box. Fuck, why hadn't he labeled these fucking things. Anna's cries of pain from the next room was getting louder as he sorted through the containers until he found the one he was looking for. He ripped the flaps open grabbing a handful of towels and rush back into the bedroom. He threw them on the bed with his half naked niece as she grunted and cried out as labor pains wrecked her body.
"It's okay baby, I'm here for you."
"I'm sorry Uncle John. I was stupid I hurt you. I was just so mad at you and daddy and afterwards felt so bad about it. I'm sorry. I was so ashamed, I never meant to hurt you I'm so sorry." She said before she once again grimaced in agony.
"I forgive you my sweet little Anna. Now let's bring our baby into this world." He felt her pelvis until he found the baby's head which was positioned facing out. He started coaching her on rhythmic breathing and a little he knew about Lamaze. Slowly her 10-year-old body began to stretch as the baby entered the birth canal until he could see its little head pushing its way through his niece's pussy. Her vagina flexed and grew even larger as the baby's head began to appear, Anna gave another hard push and then it's face emerged. When it's head was free from the confines of its mother it let out a loud balling cry.
"Is that...? Is that, our baby?" Anna asked near exhaustion.
"Yes, it is." John told her as tears of joy filled his eyes. The baby let out a few more cries as Anna pushed to free the rest of it body from hers. Her uncle held her hands as she labored to free their child, it felt like she was going to crush his hands with each contraction. Her cries of anguish were loud and animalistic as she brought their child into the world. As soon as the baby shoulders escaped from its mother's cunny the baby slid the rest of the way out.
Anna collapsed against the pillows trying to regain her breath. Her body felt like it was encased in lead, her arms and legs could barely move, and she felt so dizzy from all the exertion. John quickly tied off the umbilical cord and cut it with his pocketknife. The baby had stopped crying once it became free and was now looking around at its new surroundings. John wrapped it in one of the many towels that he had previously packed away, as it stared up at him.
"Oh my God," Anna said "it's... it's really a baby. I just had a baby." The shock of the situation was still sinking into both of them.
As he held the baby a thought occurred to John so he lifted the towel and look between the babies legs. There he found the smooth wet virgin cunny of his newborn daughter. He wiped away some of the drying goo until her little pussy was clean. Gently he took his little finger, rubbing her velvet little clef, he slipped inside the wet lips of her baby vagina and felt his daughters soft unbroken hymen against his finger. As her fingered his little baby girl she smiled up at him as she enjoyed this new sensation.
"It's a girl, a beautiful little girl!" John said looking at his niece. The 10-year-old girl smiled at her lover as he held their daughter up for her to see. Right now she wanted nothing more than to take a long nap. She wasn't upset at her uncle anymore in fact she was glad he of all people was here, and would be with her forever. She looked into the face of her daughter who looked back at her mother with dark mischievous emerald green eyes. "Look Uncle John, she has your eyes." Anna said smiling up at him as he cradle their daughter. "Yes, but she has her mother's beautiful looks." he said. He leaned in and kissed Anna on her beautiful mouth and tasted her love for him on her lips.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF FUCKING GOD IS GOING ON HERE!!!" said Vicky from the doorway covering her mouth in shock "JOHN! What in the fucking hell HAVE you done! OH MY GOD!" The lovers froze, they saw Anna's mother standing and staring at both of them. She had seen John
passionately kissing his niece as she lay half-naked on his bed. She saw the bloody mess that was the result of the birth. She saw the baby John cradled in his arms. And she had heard her daughter say that it had his eyes.
"No, wait, you don't understand." John tried to say, but his sister-in-law had turned and ran from the greenhouse.
"Uncle John." Anna said once again fear returning to her voice. "It's okay," John said still cradling his daughter as he looked for his niece's pants. "We are getting the hell out of here, the three of us. I know somewhere we can go, where we will be safe. Here slip these back on." he handed her pants back to her.
"No." replied Anna in a soft voice, and took the baby. "What? why not? she's going to get the cops." "I can't go with you, I'll just slow you down. WE'LL just slow you down. they won't do anything to us." "But I..." "Don't fucking argue with me! Go now before it's too late and I lose you forever." "I love you." he whispered to her. He leaned over to her and pressed his lips to her's, he tried to memorize every little thing about her, before turning in running out the door. The last thing he heard it was Anna calling out to him saying "Remember, you promised! You promised!"
It felt like a thousand little icy claws digging at his heart as he ran up the familiar stone steps toward the garage. His eyes burned as tears slow flowed down his cheeks and splashed on the old worn stones he stepped on for the last time. He had just witnessed the most amazing miracle of his life and got Anna back, only to lose her once again. As he approached the back of the house the door to the garage opened as Vicky stepped out to confront him.
"I called the police you sick fuck! How could you..."
She never got to finish her statement as John's fist connected to the side of her jaw. She staggered backwards into the side of the house and slid down to the ground.
"You stupid! heartless! Hag! CUNT! BITCH!... FUCK YOU!" John screamed at her face. Vicki Was unconscious on the ground and John was so furious at her. He wanted to punch her, kick her, hurt her, for taking away his happiness. But he settled for spitting a large thick wet wad of mucus into her face before he went into the garage, climbed into his old beat up convertible, and peeled out down the driveway. He knew Vicky was a stupid bitch, so before he disappeared forever he called 911. He told the lady who answered that they needed to send an ambulance to his address, that a girl had just given birth. The operator wanted him to stay on the line but he told her he couldn't.
"Just do me a favor," he asked the operator
"Yes, sir?" the lady replied
"Tell her I always keep my promises." And tossed his phone out the window.
Eight years later
Anna walked through the tall dry July grass as she made her way through the familiar field. She was tired from having driven almost the whole night but being back here made her feel a little energized. The tall plants brushed up against her legs underneath her cotton dress and was more than a little ticklish. She stopped and looked around the field shielding her eyes from the sun and saw no one else.
"Mom wait up!" cried Tabatha behind her.
"Sorry sweetheart," Anna said turning as her daughter forced her way through the grass. Tabatha had inherited neither her nor her father's height but did share their eye-color, and disposition. Her white dress matched that of her mothers and her long black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. She trudged along through the grass that came up to her waist as she chased her mom through the field.
"Mom why are we here? This is boring. I thought we were going to see fireworks." Tabatha complained as she came up behind her mother.
"We are, but I just wanted to..." She suddenly stopped as someone moved in the grass in front of them.
He stood up and looked at the two of them standing there staring at him. He was shirtless with bronzed skin that gleaming with sweat as he ran a hand through his black chaotic hair. He smiled the same mischievous smile he had always had, framed by two gorgeous emerald eyes. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at John. Memories flooded back to her and clawed at her soul as the sound seemed to drain from the world. Tears of joy distorted her vision as she looked at her long-lost lover as he stood looking at her.
"Hi" he said his burning smile radiating into her.
"John...?" she replied her voice quivering with emotion.
"Yes?" he responded.
She flew into his arms planting kiss after kiss upon his face and lips tasting that sweet lost forbidden love they shared. Her hands danced across his body as they drink deeply of each other. He staggered backwards a step under her assault as his own hands move across her back and explored downwards. The two fell into the hot grass as their long lost passion for each other flared. Anna began working the waist of John's pants until she had unbuckled them. John's hand slid under her white cotton dress and began tugging at her panties trying to remove them. Finally she pulled his clothes off of him and his hardening cock slipped out. Anna's underwear was laying in the grass beside them as she straddled his crotch lowering herself onto his manhood. John took his dick in his hands and began furiously working it against her pussy as Anna pulled her dress off over her head. The two lay naked as inch by inch she pulled him into her with exquisite pleasure.
"Uhm, I don't think..." John began to say but she hush him.
"I love you and I've been waiting for this for so long. But I swear to god if you spoil this for me I'll kill you." Anna said smiling at him.
John moaned as she began to move her hips back-and-forth feeling her massaging his dick with her sex. It felt so amazing he didn't want it to stop but he already ready to cum. Her hip thrusts were beginning to speed up as she began to call his name over and over again
John suddenly became aware of a softer moaning noise and looked over to see Tabatha squatting in the grass beside him. She had her dress hiked up around her waist and her panties around her ankles, her fingers working furiously against her little cunny which was slick and wet. He reached out with his hand and touched the little girls glistening loveliness. He caressed her young bald clef as their fingers collided. He found the soft wet hole and allowed his probing digit to slip inside of the little girls pussy. Her cute little noises elevated as he began to punch into her rapidly. She leaned forward in pleasure, giving him full access to her eight year old cunny. Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head as her hips began to move against his hand. She began to gasp and make a little whimpering noises that was so sexy.
Anna suddenly let out a cry as she arched her back and John could no longer take it as he felt himself release a torrent of hot seed into her. And when he did Tabatha suddenly let out a loud animal grunt and pushed her hips down hard, driving his finger deeper into her. Her cunny rhythmically ripping his digit as the three of them came at the same time. It would be nine months before the family grew again.
After they were done and dressed again Anna looked at him. "John there so much I need to say you..." she began.
"Wait, before you do that there's someone I want you to meet. Follow me."
"But John." she tried to protest but he had already started sprinting down the hill.
Anna took Tabatha's hand and followed after him. She could see in the distance clusters of cars around the concrete picnic tables as everyone gathered in preparation for the evening fireworks.
"Who was that really cute man mommy?" Tabatha asked
Anna looked down at her daughter and smiled. "That's your father sweetheart."
"Really?!" the little girl replied her eyes growing large in surprise. "Wow, Mommy he has such a huge cock."
"Yes sweetheart, yes he does." Anna laughed.
They made their way through the crowd of people. The smell of sizzling hot dogs and hamburgers filled the air with their sweet meaty aroma. The yeasty smell of beer drifted through the air as Anna began looking around to see where John had gone. It was like he hadn't changed at all over the years, like he was frozen in time, and she had just caught up with him. She held her daughter's hand as they drifted among the strangers until the little girl whispered "There he is mommy."
Anna saw John standing with a Family next to a beat up tan suburban. They were three women with John as well as an older man with graying hair. As she watched another man got out of the car who looked exactly like John. She studied the two of them and realized they had very similar facial features, the same dark crazy hair, and smoldering green eyes, but little things about them set them apart. John was talking to the man with graying hair who had his back to them as Anna approached. John was talking very quickly and excitedly to the man and just as she got within earshot he spoke.
"Slowdown John, what are you talking about?" the man said in a familiar voice.
"I don't know who she was dad, but she knew me. She's really tall and about my age. There she is now." John said pointing at her.
The man John was talking to began to turn around with almost surreal slow movements until he was facing Anna. He was about an inch or so tall that she was with a full scruffy dark beard. His black hair was unkempt with a streak of gray down the middle that reminded her of a skunk. As she stared into his dark green eyes her heart seem to skip a beat.
"Anna...?" The man almost seemed to whisper. His numb fingers could no longer hold his beer bottle as it slipped from his grasp and shattered against the ground.
"Dad, what's wrong?" asked John Jr.
John leapt forward wrapping his arms around his niece and showering her with his saved up kisses. They held and squeezed each other as if they were afraid that if they let go, the other would disappear. rivers of tears poured down John's face as he was overcome with joy and happiness. Sam and Krista watched the two and Krista could not help herself as she wrapped her arms around her sister and began to cry on her shoulder. Kelly came up behind her daughters and hug them both as they looked on at the happy reunion.
It took some time for them to work through their emotions but finally John found the words to tell her how much he had missed her.
"John," Anna said when he was finally finished "There's someone I would like you to meet. This is Tabatha." she said presenting his daughter to him.
John looked down at the little girl he had help bring into the world and had not seen for the last eight years. He smiled as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her hugging her and giving her his first fatherly kiss. She squirmed at his embrace and when they finally parted she looked up at her mother and said "His beard is itchy." Everyone laughed.
Over the next several hours they caught up on each other's lives John cooked hamburgers and steaks so by the time it became dark they had finished eating. Tabatha had been so excited when she was told that she now had two brothers, two new aunts and a new grandma. The first fireworks begin to blossom in the velvet night sky above them as they all sat around on blankets watching the display as the blues greens and reds exploded overhead, living briefly before dying.
As they watched the festive lights in the dark sky overhead little Tabitha crawled over to her father. In the private of the night's darkness he watched as she unbuttoned his pants exposing his growing manhood. She lifted her dress just enough for John to guide himself towards her waiting eight-year-old cunny. He felt the tip connect with her wet eager sex as she began to wiggle her little hips trying to fit as much of her daddy into her as she could, which wasn't a lot. His sweat daughter's pussy felt so warm and soft on his hard throbbing cock. She smiled up with him and motioned for him to come closer, as if she wanted to tell him the secret.
"Yes?" He said leading in as his fingers crest her naked little cunny.
She leaned up and whispered in his ear "Make me a promise..."
THE END.
| Nickname | Date | Feedback |
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| Eh | 10/17/2015 | Nice, but seriously needs editing. The typos are pretty distracting: "encasing is hard thick cock", "cardinal pleasure" (that one made me laugh), "no more than then a stones throw", "excepting his fate", etc. |
| DB | Other then EH's complaints about grammar, you do have a great story that was easy to follow and was fun to read because of how the story line flowed from one part to the next. I'm sure my buddy Chris here can help you find some people that would be happy to proof read your stories before they get published in here.
Keep up the hard work, you're doing great so far. |
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| mack_jigger | 3/21/2016 | Yes, there is typos, still it's a really good story. I liked it extremely! Just so I am clear on the end, Anna slept with Joh's son or John Jr if you prefer? Now I'll go check if there's more of your stories. Thank you for this one ;-) |
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