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Story title : Uncle Paul's Cabin

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Uncle Paul's Cabin (M/f-teen, inc, 1st)
by Anonymous Author c 1996


I have a pretty good little cabin up on an island 
filled lake in Northern New York. It's got three 
bedrooms, a dock, a small beach, and a terrific view of 
the lake. It's hard to find, and kind of isolated, and 
I love it so much that I just can never seem to keep 
from bragging.

So, from time to time, I give in to less than gentle 
hints, and let various people come up with me when my 
wife or kids don't want to.

Some weeks ago my brother Jack, his wife Susan, and 
their daughter Wendy came up for the weekend. I hadn't 
seen a lot of Wendy. When I went to my brother's she 
was usually somewhere else doing the things teenagers 
always do.

She was wearing a loose sweatshirt and jeans. She was a 
blonde, her hair almost always tied into a thick 
ponytail that went halfway down her back. I didn't pay 
her much notice.

My first sight of her in a bathing suit was a surprise 
though. The bathing suit wasn't very revealing. It was 
a one piece, and kind of conservative, but it did hug 
her body like any bathing suit would, revealing the 
narrow waist, the flared hips, firm round behind, and a 
surprisingly firm, full breasts.

I only gave her a passing notice, though. After all, 
she was a kid, and my brother's kid at that. Besides, 
she mostly went off on her own, either in the canoe, 
paddling among the islands, or exploring the woods.

There were a few other cabins along the lake that she 
could reach on foot or by canoe, and she talked about 
someone or other, some girl she'd met at one of them. 
She even brought her over on Sunday, a pretty brunette.

Since I was on vacation, I didn't have to go home on 
Sunday night like my brother and his wife. I was going 
to stay through the next weekend, when I'd go back to 
the city and pick up my wife and kids and begin the 
grind again.

Wendy asked to stay until next weekend too, saying she 
was having a lot of fun with her new friend. Her 
parents were concerned, but I was feeling magnanimous 
and agreed. We waved goodbye to them Sunday afternoon. 
Wendy soon disappeared while I read a book in the late 
afternoon sun.

She came back surprisingly early, and when I asked why, 
said that her friend had gone home with her parents. 
That surprised me.

"I thought you wanted to stay so you could play with 
her," I said.

"Uncle Paul!" she cried, in protest. "I do not PLAY!"

"Sorry," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'm not a child, you know."

"No, of course not," I grinned.

"I stayed because I love this place. It's so beautiful. 
I love getting up early and hearing the sound of the 
birds, smelling the new day. I love paddling over to 
the islands and exploring."

"I do too," I said.

The cabin was too isolated to have electricity. It had 
a wood-burning stove, and a small fridge powered by a 
gas generator out back. The lights came from lanterns, 
and there was no heat except from the stove or the 
fireplace.

It was warm at night, though, so it didn't really 
surprise me when Wendy changed into a nightshirt long 
before bedtime. I have a teenage daughter of my own, 
after all, and she tended to wander around the house 
dressed in one of those things too.

But Wendy wasn't my daughter, and the thin little 
nightshirt she wore was kind of...tight, and short, 
compared to the ones my daughter wore. I couldn't help 
noticing her long coltish legs, or the small 
indentations of her nipples pushing against the thin 
cotton fabric.

But I was conscious of her age, and that she was my 
niece, and I didn't pay much attention.

Several times, though, when she moved or shifted on the 
couch while reading, my eyes were drawn to those legs. 
And once, when she got up and went to a cupboard, she 
had to stand on her toes and kind of bend forward to 
reach something, and the hem of the nightshirt pulled 
up enough that I caught a brief glimpse of a blonde 
glad pussy from behind.

I was a little shocked, though now that I thought of it 
my wife often didn't wear panties under her nightshirt 
either. I quickly turned my eyes away. The last thing I 
wanted was for her to tell my brother I was peeping at 
her.


The next morning I got a real surprise. She put on a 
bathing suit, but not the one piece conservative number 
she'd worn on the weekend. This was a string bikini; 
the cups little narrow triangles that exposed the 
creamy upper curves of her breasts. The bottom was very 
narrow, high cut, exposing her thighs and hips, and it 
didn't cover any of her buttocks.

"What happened to the black suit?" I asked in surprise.

"I wore that for two whole days," she said as if in 
surprise.

"You don't expect me to wear the same suit forever do 
you?"

"I guess not," I said. "It's a bit...revealing, isn't 
it?"

"Uncle Paul!" she protested. "Don't be an old fogy. 
This is what's in."

"If you say so," I said.

Who could understand women anyway? One suit was plenty 
good for most guys. Women, though, needed half a dozen. 
I tried not to look anywhere I shouldn't, reminding 
myself of her age, and that she was my niece, and 
finally went fishing.

When I got back she was laying on the sand, all spread 
out, skin glistening with suntan oil. I said hi. She 
said hi, and I took my fish inside.

All day she seemed to find some reason to be around me, 
and a number of times she bent over, either towards me, 
or away from me.  It happened too often to be 
coincidental, but I still didn't think much of it. I 
figured she was just another teenager having fun by 
turning-on guys. It was something they all did at her 
age.

That evening she wore the same tight, short nightshirt, 
and even playfully sat on my lap once. I began to think 
she was carrying this teasing business a bit too far, 
but I didn't say anything.


The next day was a different suit. The top was even 
smaller than the on she'd worn previously, and the 
bottom was one of those micro-thong things. Now I loved 
looking at pretty girls in thongs, seeing their nice 
firm asses, but this was my niece.

I didn't comment, though, and tried to keep telling 
myself that I had no business criticizing her, or 
looking at her for that matter.  I spent a lot of time 
fishing that day.

When I got home she was laying out in the sun again, 
but this time she was topless. It was impossible not to 
say something.

"Wendy, where's your top?" I demanded, trying to sound 
stern.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Uncle Paul. I didn't think you'd be 
back this soon."

"I'm back late. Anyway, there are other people around 
here, other cabins."

"But they're mostly empty except on weekends."

"Put your top on anyway," I ordered.

She obeyed as I walked quickly up to the cabin. I felt 
myself hardening in my pants, and fought to turn my 
mind to other things.  She had one hell of a teenage 
body. She was small, but man what curves! She had a 
helluva good set of tits, too.

No, no, no. I couldn't think like that!

I did my best to stay away from her, and to keep my 
eyes and mind off her. She stayed in that damn bikini 
until evening, when she changed into, not the 
nightshirt, but a pair of white cotton, string bikini 
panties, and a tank top.

Again, it was hard to criticize her, to say anything to 
her. My own daughter had worn such things around the 
house.

But she wasn't my daughter.

I still didn't say anything, and pretended to ignore 
her as she made herself a snack, then sat down on the 
sofa beside me. The tank top was tight across her 
chest, and when she turned to one side, or raised her 
arm to run a hand through her head, the armhole of the 
tank top exposed much of the side of a tit.

I took a deep breath and looked away, then looked back 
again, this time focusing my attention on her face, it 
was flushed, a little red, anxious looking. She never 
looked at me, but licked her lips and swallowed often. 
She was breathing harder than she should be, and the 
way her nipples were pressing against the tank top they 
were obviously fully erect.

This was more than just casual flirting, more than just 
cock teasing. She was really getting off on this. And 
damn it, so was I!

I had a hard-on, and had to keep the book I was reading 
low so she wouldn't notice it. I wanted to strip her 
and shove my cock into her pussy. I wondered if she 
were still a virgin, wondered if she would tell her 
father what I'd done if I fucked her.

I wanted her bad. I didn't care that she was my niece 
any more.  All I cared about was whether I could get 
away with it, whether I could fuck her brains out and 
not wind up in jail and divorced. The fact that she 
wanted me to do "something" was obvious and it was 
making me crazy.

I couldn't just grab her.

But I could play the game back at her.

When she got up and went into the kitchen, I waited a 
few moments and followed. She was making cocoa.

"Well, that's just what I was looking for," I said.

"I could make you some," she said, face still flushed.

"Sure. Would you?"

I grabbed a cup and went over to her, standing behind 
her. My dick had settled down some, and was only semi-
hard now. I leaned over her as she made cocoa for me, 
then when she'd finished stirring I leaned over to pick 
it up, casually pressing myself into her ass, giving it 
just a little grinding motion before picking up the cup 
and walking away.

I was rock hard by the time I passed out of the 
kitchen.

I sat down, making sure to cover my lap. She was still 
in the kitchen, her back turned to me. The back of her 
neck was red. It took her quite a while to make her 
cocoa and come away from the counter. Then she sat down 
at the table in front of the picture window, and not on 
the sofa.

After a few minutes wait for my cock to soften, I got 
up and walked over to the table myself, then sat down 
too. I talked to her casually about the lake and 
islands, asking her if she'd seen the river at the 
north end of the lake.

She didn't look up, except for quick, darting glances, 
and her face remained flushed. Then finally she said 
that she was going to bed, and I nodded, saying I was 
going soon too. I kind of pushed my chair back and 
around from the table as she got up, and when she 
passed I caught her wrist and pulled her onto my lap, 
laughing like it was just a friendly kind of thing.

She squirmed a little, but made no real effort to pull 
away. I had my arm around her waist and she was leaning 
back just a bit, her thighs held tightly together.

"Tell me, Wendy, do you have a boyfriend yet?" I asked.

She blushed and shook her head no.

"Why not? A pretty girl like you should have a 
boyfriend."

"I uh, I...I'm kind of...shy around boys."

"You are. Why?"

"I dunno," she gulped.

"You want a boyfriend?"

"I dunno," she said, looking away.

"Well, if you don't have a boyfriend I guess you're a 
virgin," I said teasingly.

Her face turned a deep shade of red.

"Never been kissed, huh?" I smiled.

"I have too been kissed," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Anything else?" I teased.

"A little," she said, a shrug in her voice. Her voice 
was very tight, and she was as tense as a statue.

My left arm was around her waist, my hand on her belly 
stroking softly. My right hand was on her leg, stroking 
that casually. I moved my right up to her face, 
caressing her cheek lightly.

"I bet the boys are after you for more than a little," 
I said softly, nudging her bangs aside with my 
fingertips.

"I'll say," she snorted.

"You have a very nice smile," I said, sliding my thumb 
down against the corner of her mouth. "You should smile 
more."

I pressed against the corner of her mouth with my 
thumb, drawing it upwards a little, smiling at her.

"I smile," she said defensively.

"Tell me what the boys want you to do," I said, now 
sliding my index finger along her lips.

"I...you know," she gulped, looking uncomfortable.

I pulled her face around and kissed her on the side of 
the throat.

"Remember when I used to blow raspberries against your 
throat?" I teased, pressing my lips against her throat 
again and blowing a few.

"Yeah," she gulped.

"So what do the boys want you to do?"

"I...they want to...you know...feel me," she said, 
squirming a bit on my lap.

"Where?"

"My....my boobs."

"Where else?"

"My behind."

"Where else?"

"Between my legs," she said, whispering now, looking 
away from me.

"Do you let them feel your boobs?"

"Sometimes," she gulped.

"Why?"

"I...it...feels nice...sometimes," she said, her voice 
quavering a little.

"Do you touch the boys too?"

"So...sometimes," she breathed.

"Where?"

"They...their...cocks," she gulped, her eyes widening, 
as though she'd said a word she shouldn't have.

"Do they get hard?"

"Ye....yes," she whimpered.

"Do you squeeze their cocks?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Do you give them hand jobs?"

"S..sometimes."

"Do they touch you between the legs?"

I slid my right hand down onto her thigh, stroking idly 
along her inner thigh, keeping a good several inches 
away from her panties covered crotch.

"Sometimes," she gasped.

"Have they ever made you come?"

"No."

"Have you ever made them come?"

I slid my hand just a little higher. Wendy was 
trembling now, swallowing repeatedly. Her face was 
flushed, and she appeared embarrassed, tense, and 
excited. Her nipples were hard little eraser points 
against her tight tank top.

I shifted her a bit on my lap, just in case she was 
forgetting my big boner beneath her, and noticed a 
slightly darker shade on her panties between her legs. 
It was dark, and obviously coming from the moisture 
seeping from her teenage pussy lips.

"Have you ever given them blowjobs?" I asked.

"S...sometimes," she whispered.

I slid my hand back onto her face and caressed her 
cheek, then flicked back her bangs again. She was 
sweating nervously. I pressed my index finger against 
her lips, and dipped it between a little, then slid it 
back and forth along her mouth.

"Did you like it?" I asked, trying to keep my own voice 
even.

"Sometimes," she sighed.

I pressed my finger a bit harder, and she opened her 
lips for me, then slid them down over my finger.

"You used to suck your thumb when you were a baby," I 
said. "I guess you never know when a talent like that 
can come in handy."

She slid her lips down my finger to the knuckle, and 
her eyes tilted towards me as she sucked on my finger. 
She slid her lips back up and off them, then turned 
away. I pressed my hand against the side of her face 
and turned her towards me.

I caught her flickering eyes with mine and held them, 
then pulled her head in against me. She fought a 
little, attempting to draw back. I saw sudden fright in 
her eyes as her lips neared mine.  Then we were 
together, our lips melding slowly.

Hers remained stiff for perhaps five seconds, then 
softened and parted. My arms around her tightened as 
our tongues slid slowly forward, experimentally tasting 
each other. Our lips moved slowly, wetly together, and 
her head tilted back, her eyes closing as she gave a 
convulsive shudder.

My right hand slid up her belly, then up onto her left 
breast.  I stroked my hand very lightly along the 
underside of the round mound, but there was no 
resistance from Wendy, no sign of shock or resistance. 
I cupped her breast more firmly, squeezing it.

She groaned softly into my mouth.

I pulled back and her eyes flickered open, filled with 
excitement, concern, anxiety, embarrassment, and a mute 
appeal to continue.

I gripped the bottom of her tank top and slowly peeled 
it upwards. Her eyes went wild for a second, and I 
heard a gasp of alarm. She seemed uncertain, and her 
hands moved to stop me. I sped up, pulling up the back 
and pulling it forward over her head, then tossing it 
away when she reached for it.

She covered her breasts with her arms, her eyes huge. I 
smiled reassuringly, then gripped her small wrists and 
gently, but insistently pulled them free. Her face 
reddened as I exposed her breasts, but I kissed her, 
first on the side of the face, then on her neck, then 
on her lips again, and her resistance slowly melted.

I stroked the underside of her bare breast as I had 
before, only now feeling the warmth and softness. I 
squeezed the small orb, marveling at how pert, how firm 
it was. It had been years and years since I'd felt a 
teenage breast, far too long.

I eased her back, my lips moving with less restraint on 
hers, my tongue slipping into her mouth as my hand 
kneaded her breast meat.  Then I pulled back, easing 
her head back and raising her chest, looking down at 
those rock hard little nipples, sticking out so firmly, 
so tempting.

I pinched one, squeezing it and pulling it up, then 
bent my head and licked a slow trail around and around 
it, wanting to prolong the anticipation. Finally I 
allowed my tongue to lick heavily across the quivering 
little tit button, and she jerked in response.

I licked again and again and again, then fastened my 
lips around it and suckled gently. I drew the nipple 
and areola into my mouth, licking my tongue over the 
sensitive flesh as I suckled. I closed my teeth on her 
tit meat, though not tightly, nibbling and chewing at 
it as she wriggled a little in my lap.

She was grinding her ass down on my thigh, gasping and 
whimpering softly as she rubbed herself on me. Her 
mouth was opening and closing, her eyes tightly 
clenched, then she stiffened.

"U...u...Uncle...P...Paaauaul!" she gasped.

I slid a hand down between her legs and squeezed her 
pussy, and she gasped and jerked her head back. She 
arched her back and bucked her hips upwards as I 
squeezed and rubbed her pussy furiously.

She bounced and shook through an obvious orgasm, 
moaning and puffing like a steam engine, then let her 
head fall back against the table, and with a soft, 
quavering groan, went limp.

I cupped her pussy gently, feeling the moisture of her 
against the palm of my hand. I continued to lick and 
suckle at her nipples and breasts for a minute, then 
pulled my head up and smiled at her face.

She blinked back at me, then licked her lips. I raised 
her head and kissed her on the lips, then drew back. My 
right hand slid over her firm young breasts, then down 
her soft, concave belly to the elastic around her 
panties.

I hooked my thumb in the side and tugged downwards. 
Again I saw an instant's alarm on her sweet young face, 
but she didn't resist.  I tugged her panties down, 
baring her softly furred pussy mound, then let them 
slide down her legs to her ankles.

She kicked them off with a little flick, then turned 
her head away, as if embarrassed. She was practically 
lying across my lap now, rather than sitting, and I 
could easily see her dark slit peeking through the 
golden curls. Her pussy hair was moist, damp, and her 
thighs were warm as I gently pulled them apart.

I raised her upper body a little, so she could see 
better, then pressed my ring finger against her lips 
and slid it inside. She sucked on it like it was a 
cock, sliding her tongue over it as well, as I pumped 
it slowly and gently in her mouth.

Then I pulled the finger free and pressed it against 
her slit.  She gulped and stared in anxiety and 
anticipation as I forced my finger through her tight, 
moist pussy lips, laying it along the cleft so her cunt 
lips could close over it.

I began to rub it up and down, not seeking to enter her 
at all just yet. She squirmed a little, and said 
something so soft I couldn't hear. I rubbed faster, 
pressing my finger against her clitty as she pressed 
her face into my shoulder.

"You like this, baby?" I whispered.

"Ye...yesssss," she breathed.

I rubbed steadily, alternating between light caresses, 
and harder rubbing movements. She started to squirm on 
my lap again, and I eased my finger down her slit, 
searching briefly before finding her hole. I slowly 
dipped my finger into it, sliding it into the tight, 
sucking heat of her body.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, panting harder and harder.

I screwed my finger in deeper, rubbing it back and 
forth against her clitty as I fucked her with it. Then 
I brought my thumb down on her hot little cunt button 
and pressed it downwards. She let out a soft 
exclamation of pleasure, then closed her eyes and let 
her head drop back.

I rubbed harder, fucking my finger inside her as she 
groaned and humped lightly up at me. Her ass rubbed and 
ground against my boner, and I feared I would soon come 
if I didn't stuff it up her tight pussy. I stabbed my 
finger deep, grinding the knuckle against her clitty, 
and felt her cherry deep inside.

I cursed and jerked my finger out, then undid my pants 
and pulled down the zipper. I shifted Wendy, getting 
her to stand briefly, then jerked my pants down and 
off. She stared at my bulging cock with wide eyes.

I jerked my shirt up and off too, then reached for her, 
taking her by the hand and pulling her towards me. She 
struggled back briefly, but I pulled her forward, 
making her stand straddling my chair.

I leaned forward and gripped her ass, then licked 
forcefully against her tight pussy slit. She tasted 
delightful, and almost immediately began to grind her 
hips against me. I wanted to eat her to a climax, but 
my cock was getting ready to blow, and I wanted it 
inside her.

I leaned back, and looked up at her. Her eyes were 
filled with steaming, passionate sexual need, and her 
chest was heaving like a bellows. I drew her forward a 
bit more, then gripped her hips, pulling her down. She 
lowered herself and I held my cock up.

She hesitated, then halted, moving up again. I let go 
of my cock and gripped her waist, pulling her back 
down, lowering her to a squat. Her eyes darted from 
side to side like a bird seeking escape.

"Take my cock in your hands," I said. She stared at me 
in shock and fear.

"Take it into your hands, Wendy," I said.

She looked down at it, then hesitantly reached for it, 
gripping it ever so lightly in her small hands.

"Point it upwards at your pussy," I instructed.

She raised it obediently, then lifted her beseeching 
eyes to me again.

"Are you ready?"

"I...I'm scared," she gulped.

"This is what you wanted, girl. There's nothing to be 
scared of."

I pulled her downwards, and again she resisted a 
little. I felt my cockhead against her slit, and she 
jerked upwards, then settled down again.

I pulled her lower.

"Put it in," I said. "Put it in."

I felt my cock nudging her hole, and pulled her lower. 
She whimpered as my cockhead split her muff and slid 
through her pussy lips. She was breathing even faster, 
and I worried she might hyperventilate or something.

I pulled her lower, and felt the helmeted head of my 
prick slowly cleaving the tight, moist folds of her 
virginal pussy shaft.  I fed her another inch, then 
another. My cock was almost ready to explode, but I 
fought it down desperately.

I felt her cherry against my cockhead, and let go of 
her hips, stroking and caressing them instead.

"Do it," I said. "Start riding my cock, honey. Let it 
up inside you."

She shuddered, then placed her hands on my shoulders 
and ground her hips a little. She drew up, then settled 
down, her tight pussy flesh squeezing and stroking my 
cockhead.

She eased up, then down again, letting my cock press 
hard against her hymen. She withdrew then settled down 
again. Again and again she rode down my cock until it 
jammed into her hymen, then, e time a little harder, 
and her cherry was torn open.

She cried out, and went still, trembling, her mouth 
opening and closing soundlessly. Then she slid slowly 
up, just a bit, before sliding down...down...down. All 
the way down. Her eyes were clenched and her head 
pulled up and back a bit as her pussy slid right down 
my cock to the hilt.

I groaned too, and gripped her ass cheeks as I buried 
my face in her tits. I sucked and chewed on her nipples 
as I began to grind my hips around, and began to grind 
her around on top of me. My cock was deep in her soft, 
warm guts, and her pussy was squeezing and sucking on 
it, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing.

She was as hot as I was, though, and when I caught her 
eyes again they were desperate and feverish with 
desire.

"U...U...Uncle....P....Paul," she gasped. "Ohhh. 
OOhhhH!"

I dug my fingers into her soft, round ass and jerked 
her up, then back. I repeated the action, then again, 
humping my hips upwards the third time as she came 
down. She began to rise on her own, her strong young 
thighs lifting her up my cock as I sat there fighting 
my come.

She slid her juicy young snatch halfway up my boner, 
then dropped it down again. Almost immediately she 
jerked up once again, then down, and then was riding my 
cock for all she was worth, sliding that tight, teen 
pussy over my cock with gleeful grunts and groans and 
sharp, high pitched cries of pleasure.

I tried to hold back, but once she started riding my 
boner I was helpless. I blasted off inside her like I 
hadn't come in months, maybe years. My steamy jism shot 
deep into her belly as she whined and yelped and 
bounced up and down on my lap.

I bounced her up and down with my hands too, and her 
soft buttocks slapped against my thighs each time her 
cunt gulped down my pecker. I leaned into her tits, 
licking at them as they bounced up and down.

Then she clutched me hard, mashing her tits around my 
face as she humped madly on my cock. She cried out in 
pleasure, a long series of yelping exclamations of 
pleasure that rose in strength and emotion, finally 
reaching a crescendo in a long, drawn out cry of 
ecstasy.

She trembled violently, then collapsed into a limp ball 
of flesh. I pushed her back a little, though still 
hugging her tightly against me. I felt her cunt sucking 
and spasming around my boner, and sighed in pleasure 
and relief as I hugged her.

She laid her head over my shoulder, panting for breath, 
groaning softly. I squeezed her soft, round ass, 
kneading the warm flesh. I picked her up then and 
turned to drop her on the table. She laid back, her 
arms flopping above her head, her chest still rising 
and falling rapidly she tried to regain her breath.

I sat down again and pulled the chair back, then 
gripped her legs and lifted them up and apart. I spread 
her open, then stroked her thighs as I looked at her 
small, neat slit, then licked a trail up and down along 
the edges of it.

I slid my tongue against her gash and licked it up and 
down lightly, then with more pressure, forcing it 
through her lips. I pulled her lips open with my 
fingers and lapped at her pink pussy meat as she 
groaned in pleasure, drawing her legs up.

I gripped her thighs and shoved them back more, then 
seized her hips and pulled her ass over the edge more. 
I rained kisses over her buttocks, then stuck my tongue 
into her slit again and screwed it down into her tight 
pussy tunnel.

She started humping up at me, and breathing hard again. 
The table shook as she jerked and writhed atop it. I 
mashed my face into her delightful snatch and sucked 
for all I was worth, my tongue whipping across her 
clitty as she yelped and moaned in pleasure.

The thought kept repeating itself in my head that this 
was Wendy! That this was Jack's daughter. That he'd go 
fucking crazy if he knew what I was doing right now. 
But you know, instead of turning me off that turned me 
on.

It was the old forbidden act. And also...maybe some 
kind of...rivalry thing with Jack. I mean, we'd always 
been kind of rivals in everything we did. Fucking his 
daughter was just such a...a big Goddamn win over him!

Not that screwing each other's daughter was any part of 
our rivalry. The mere thought of him screwing my Ann 
was enough to make me steam. If he touched her I'd kill 
the bastard.

"OOohhhhhhhh!" Wendy groaned.

My mind was pulled back to what I was doing. Wendy was 
humping madly now, and as I thrust my fingers up her 
snatch she came. I sucked frenziedly at her clit as she 
gurgled in pleasure and arched her back.

Goddamn little slut, I thought. You really need it, 
don't you baby!

And my cock was starting to harden again. That was 
amazing, given I'd come like gangbusters less than ten 
minutes ago. I wasn't a kid any more, even if I was 
fucking one.

I continued sucking Wendy's slit until she calmed down, 
then stood up and looked down at her. I slid my hands 
over her breasts then leaned in and kissed her. She 
groaned weakly and kissed back only a little.

I lifted her up, then set her down on the floor, 
letting her fold down to her knees. I held onto one of 
her arms, gripping her hair with my other hand and 
mashing her face into my groin. My cock pulsed and 
hardened more at the feel of her sweet lips and cheeks 
against it.

She opened her mouth and I felt her lips slide over my 
cockhead.  I let go of her arm and placed both hands 
lightly on her head, thinking again of my brother. 
Jesus, would be pissed. He was probably sitting down in 
front of the TV right now, not thinking about her at 
all, and if he only knew what his little girl was up 
to...

She bobbed her lips willingly over my cock, sliding 
them down halfway to the base. I had to fuck her face, 
though, holding her still for a few seconds so I could 
pump my boner in her mouth.

Then I pulled back and turned her around.

"Get on your hands and knees, Wendy," I gulped, 
dropping to my knees behind her.

She twisted around and spread her legs, groaning as she 
let her head fall. I stroked her ass and slid a hand 
between her thighs, cupping her pussy mound, squeezing 
it.

I slid my cock into her, and she groaned long and low 
as it drove up into her belly. I groaned myself. I 
twisted my cock around inside her as I ground my hips 
against her ass cheeks. My hands slid up and down her 
sides, then moved under her to cup her breasts.

I started fucking her slowly, sliding my pecker back 
and forth in her teenage snatch, slapping my hips 
lightly into her buttocks.  I looked down at her 
wrinkled little anal opening, and a kind of flash went 
off in my head.

I pressed my finger against it and wriggled it slowly 
inside.

"Ooooo. Whaaaa....what a....what are you doooooing?" 
she moaned.

I wriggled my finger into her ass to the knuckle and 
twisted it around inside her, then curled it up against 
her tailbone and used it to jerk her up and down while 
I fucked.

"Ever....ever been fucked up the ass, Wendy?" I panted.

"No!" she gasped.

"You know how guys stare at this round ass of yours, 
baby?  That's what they want to do when they're 
admiring it. They want to ram their boners up your 
asshole."

I pumped my finger up and down in her rectum, then 
pulled it out and slid my cock free of her snatch. I 
pressed my cockhead against her wrinkled asshole, and 
she groaned and shook her head.

"Uncle Paaaauaulll! OohhhhH! NooooooO!"

"You need it, baby," I grunted. "You need a big ol' 
cock up the asshole. Just think what your daddy would 
think if he could see you now."

I drove my cock into her with a fast thrust, and she 
cried out, her head whipping up and back. I dug my 
fingers into her hips and pulled back a little, then 
slapped her ass, the sound a loud CRACK of noise in the 
small cabin. She yelped, but as she did I stuffed my 
boner into her to the hilt. I felt her hot, tight guts 
around my log and groaned in satisfaction.

"OhhH! Oohhh! Ohh God! Oohh God!" she whined.

"There you gooo," I sighed.

"OOhh! It's...I feel soo...so full!"

"Full of cock, Wendy. Full of cock! Just like you were 
made for."

I pulled back a few inches, then thrust forward. She 
gasped and lurched forward. I pulled back again, then 
thrust in sharply. I ground my hips against her ass and 
then slapped her again.

"Oww!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" I gasped.

I slid my boner back down her ass tunnel until only the 
head remained, then drove it right back into her. I 
didn't care if she was my niece. She was a hot assed 
slut that needed fucking, and I was going to give her 
the fuck she deserved!

I began fucking stronger, pumping steadily, but with 
growing speed, using the entire length of my cock. Soon 
I was pounding it into her, and she was yelping with 
every hard thrust. I was hammering my hips into her 
small, round ass hard enough to leave bruises, and 
jerking her back to meet every thrust.

Her head was bouncing up and down wildly, and her tits 
swung and wobbled below her. I pounded it to her as 
hard and fast as I could, getting kind of crazed with 
the lust and desire inside me.

I felt my balls swelling, then picked up the pace even 
more, throwing a flurry of cock-strokes up her tail 
hole as my balls exploded. I cried out in elation, 
burying my cock up her tail, slamming into her so she 
fell forward onto her belly.

I fell atop her, my cock still deep in her guts. I 
continued to pump, though slowly now, crushing her to 
the floor as I dropped a hot, sticky load inside her. I 
groaned and slowed even more, until finally coming to 
rest inside her.

I was buried to the hilt in my niece's tight asshole, 
and she was groaning and whimpering below me. I rolled 
slowly onto my left side, taking her with me, hugging 
her against me. I stroked her belly and breasts, then 
slid my hand down between her legs and stroked my 
finger against her clit.

She started whining and humping back against me almost 
at once, and in a minute she came again, her asshole 
spasming around my softening cock.

Well, over the rest of the week I fucked that hot 
little woman six ways from Sunday. I'd been married for 
twenty years, and had always been faithful to my wife. 
Fucking someone new, and a hot, firm teenager at that, 
made me horny twenty-four hours a day.

When I wasn't sucking her off, or chewing on her 
nipples, I was pumping my pecker up her snatch or into 
her mouth. I fucked her in every position I knew about, 
and even a few I didn't, and by the time I drove her 
home the next weekend she knew all there was to know 
about sex, and wasn't afraid of it any more.

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This archive does not condone child abuse, we also do
not censor authors.  Anyone acting out such scenarios
in "real life"  can look forward to many unproductive
years "getting it up the butt" by a fellow convict in
their local penitentiary.
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