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The Not-So-Ugly Duckling
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Maggie's hidden under shapeless clothes, her bangs and 
braces for years, and very successfully too. But when 
her "uncle" sees the real her she can't hide any more. 
Moreover, she doesn't want to. Geese and ducks can 
chase you all over the place, and "Uncle" Bob doesn't 
stand a chance. (Mf, ped, inc, reluc, preg)

***

Margaret, or Maggie, as everyone called her, smiled as 
her parents told her she was being sent to her Uncle 
Bob's farm for the summer. Her parents were 
archeologists, and during the summers, when they 
weren't teaching, they usually went off to some far off 
place to dig up what Maggie thought of as 'dead 
things'. And then Maggie always got sent off to Uncle 
Bob's farm. Her parents had been working on their PhDs 
for the last two years, though, so it had been two 
years since she'd spent the summer with Uncle Bob. 

Actually, she reminded herself, he wasn’t REALLY her 
uncle. She was adopted. She knew nothing at all about 
her real parents, having been taken from them by some 
court when she was just a baby. But, as far as she was 
concerned the people who adopted her WERE her real 
parents, and her father’s brother was her REAL uncle, 
regardless of the lack of blood ties.

She was a little nervous about it this time. She'd 
always loved going to the farm. It was an old place, 
with lots of big barns and little outbuildings, and 
there were all kinds of interesting things to see and 
do. As she grew up, her Uncle gave her chores to do, 
and each year they seemed harder, and seemed to take 
longer. But each time she left with a feeling that she 
could handle almost anything. She knew how to use all 
kinds of tools. She understood the needs of animals. 
She could drive a tractor and set a fence post all by 
herself. Now that she'd turned sixteen, she was curious 
as to what trials he would set for her this year. She 
was a little afraid that it might be harder than she 
could do.

But... she'd get to spend time with Uncle Bob, who was 
her hero in many ways. Maggie was what most people 
would call 'plain' looking. She had mousy brown hair 
that her mother liked to put into pigtails and long 
bangs that almost covered her eyes. 

She didn't mind that, though, because she liked the 
feeling that she was hiding behind them, looking out on 
the world which, for the most part, ignored her. She 
had been a skinny child, without much strength, and 
couldn't run fast, or climb trees quickly. When she 
rode her bike up a long hill she had to get off and 
walk halfway up, usually. She wasn't any good at 
baseball or other sports. And she had braces and wore 
big round owlish looking glasses. 

As a result, she had few friends as a child. When she 
discovered reading in school, she found that books were 
her best friends, and she eventually gave up trying to 
find human ones. Uncle Bob was the one human outside 
her immediate family who treated her like a real 
person. He joked with her, teased her, asked for her 
opinion about things and generally treated her like she 
was already an adult.

It had been a particularly rough year for Maggie. She'd 
gotten her braces off finally, but still hadn't 
retrained her lips, so she almost never smiled. Her 
breasts had endured a big growth spurt, which meant 
they had been sore and tender a lot. She'd never worn 
bras, mostly because she didn't have anything to put in 
them, but then, almost overnight, they grew to the size 
of grapefruits and wobbled around inside her shirt. 

When she put on a bra it hurt her tender orbs. So she 
wore thick heavy clothing to hide her bobbing boobs. 
When they quit hurting she was used to going braless 
and the loose clothes made that possible to keep doing. 

Her hips had also swelled outward, but she thought that 
was a curse too because it just made her pants fit too 
tight. And that made it hard to put things in her 
pockets. Growing up was just a pain.

Having no friends to introduce her to boys, and being 
used to keeping her nose in a book, Maggie entered the 
period of her life when hormones began flowing through 
her veins and she had no outlet to deal with them. 
She'd recently discovered that, during a bath or 
shower, there were some places on her body that felt 
really good to wash, but she hadn't thought out what to 
do about that, except maybe wash a little longer than 
was really needed to get clean.

So, Maggie was looking forward to going to the farm for 
some reasons, and nervous about going to the farm for 
others. In other words, she had more in common with 
other teens her age than she thought. She was confused 
and unsure of herself.

Bob was taking a breather from wrestling with a 
recalcitrant bull when his brother drove into the yard. 
He'd been looking forward to seeing little Maggie 
again. He didn't mind being alone on the farm most of 
the time, but she was such a breath of fresh air that 
it was a treat to have her around. She never complained 
about anything he asked her to do, no matter how dirty 
or hard the job was. She had a good attitude about 
everything and was smart as could be. And she was cute 
too. 

Bob didn't have time to date women, and his sexual 
needs were pretty well satisfied by beating off from 
time to time. He had some pretty hot videos and ten or 
fifteen fuck books that he rotated through. He was 
afraid he wouldn't ever get around to having children 
to pass the farm on to, but there wasn't much he could 
do about that. 

It wasn't hard, though, as Maggie grew up, to fantasize 
about her. When she'd turned 13 she began to look more 
like a girl than a boy, and Bob's imagination took care 
of the rest. Of course she wasn’t a raving beauty or 
anything, but she more than made up for that because 
her insides, that part of her that was the REAL her, 
was beautiful and always had been. 

Thinking about her now made his dick tingle. It had 
been two years since he'd seen her, and his imagination 
had made her into something he knew she probably 
wasn't.

The car stopped and the back door opened. A woman got 
out. 

No, it was Maggie! 

But she LOOKED like a woman. Bob couldn't believe what 
two short years had done to her boyish body. She had 
curves in all the right places. 

She screamed out his name and came bounding across the 
yard, slamming into him in a bear hug. He felt soft 
breasts pressing against his chest and hugged her back. 
Her hair smelled good. She smiled up at him and he saw 
her braces were gone. Her smile was beautiful. His cock 
lurched in his pants. 

Unconsciously he pressed his groin to hers and then 
backed off frantically, realizing what he was doing. He 
hoped she hadn't felt it.

His brother and sister-in-law stayed for dinner and 
then drove off on their way to the international 
airport. They'd be gone three months. Maggie and her 
Uncle were left alone in the old farmhouse. 

It was May, and the planting hadn't started yet. Calves 
were due soon, but none were imminent. Bob had spent 
the winter repairing broken equipment. All in all, 
there wasn't that much for them to do for a week or 
two. 

So Bob had planned on doing some home renovations, with 
Maggie's help. When he told her about it she beamed and 
when he asked her what her opinion was about colors, 
fabrics and furniture, she blushed with the pleasure of 
being important. Bob opined that they should start with 
the spare room, which Maggie always used when she was 
there. They planned and talked deep into the night and 
finally went to bed. 

Bob jacked off, wondering what Maggie looked like 
naked, now that she'd grown into a woman.

Maggie, for her part, remembered how, when she hugged 
her uncle, she felt something pressing against her 
crotch. It had hit her right at the place where it felt 
really good to rub in the shower. She had suddenly 
realized what it was just as it was taken away. 

Maggie knew about sex. She'd had her first lessons 
right on this very farm, seeing the animals mating. 
And, of course there was the obligatory sex-ed class in 
High School, though it was short on real detail. She 
knew the mechanics of it, but had never seen a human 
penis before. She'd never even thought about how big 
one would be until one had pressed against her crotch. 
As she went to sleep she wondered about what her Uncle 
Bob's penis might look like.

In the morning Maggie bounded out of bed and put on a T 
shirt. She felt so comfortable at the farm she didn't 
even think of wearing her usual thick shapeless 
clothing. Jeans completed her outfit, though they were 
hard to get on over her recently swollen hips. She ran 
a brush through her hair and then tied it back in a 
pony tail so it wouldn't be in her face as they worked. 

It didn't occur to her to look in the mirror before she 
went down to breakfast. If she'd looked, she might have 
changed clothes.

Bob was cooking eggs when Maggie walked into the 
kitchen and sang out her morning greeting. 

He turned to look and dropped the spatula. 

Her T shirt had been white when new, but it was more 
cream colored now. It was thin from years of wear and 
her areolas and nipples showed through it. It was also 
a little small for her. It being May it was chilly, and 
her perky nipples had lengthened considerably, making 
obvious big dents in the material of her shirt. Her 
jeans were skin tight and, to get them up and over her 
hips, she'd had to pull them tight in the crotch. Her 
camel toe was as obvious as her nipples. 

Bob bent over to get the spatula and didn't want to 
stand back up because he knew his now stiff cock would 
make a big hump in his jeans. 

But he had no choice. He sighed. "Man oh man, Maggie, 
you sure have grown up."

His comment caught her by surprise. Her Uncle was 
staring at her chest. She looked down at the front of 
her shirt, expecting to see a stain or something, and 
saw her nipples. She blushed bright red and covered her 
breasts with her hands. 

"Oh no!" she wailed. "I didn't think." A tear started 
to form in her eye.

Bob could see she was embarrassed. "Maggie!" he said 
loudly. 

She looked up at him timidly. 

He went on. "Honey, you got nothing to be ashamed of. 
You're a beautiful young woman. You're in the prime of 
your life and it's only natural for you to look sexy. 
I'm just an old pervert to notice how desirable you 
are, that's all. It's really all my fault, honey, and 
I'm real sorry."

Maggie stood there, her hands over her breasts. That 
wasn't helping Bob any. It just made her look even 
sexier. 

She sniffled. "Uncle Bob, I'm not sexy, I just look... 
slutty." she moaned. "I didn't think about how I'd look 
when I put this shirt on. I don't dress like this at 
home Uncle Bob, honest."

"Well it's a good thing, honey" he said grinning. 
"You'd have the boys hanging all over the place with 
their tongues hanging out and their hands in their 
britches."

Maggie's mouth fell open "You stop that right now!" she 
squeaked. "I'm embarrassed enough and you don't be 
needing to tell me lies like that. Boys don't ever look 
at me. I'm going to go change clothes." 

She turned to leave.

"MAGS!" yelled her Uncle. 

She stopped. 

He came up behind her and put his hands on her 
shoulders. He turned her around. He was standing close 
to her, close enough she could smell his manly scent. 

"Maggie, honey, I'm not making fun of you." he said 
seriously. He put his finger under her chin and lifted 
it until she had to look him eye to eye. "When I tell 
you you're beautiful, I mean it. When I tell you boys 
would kill to be near you dressed like that, I mean it. 
Heck, you gave ME a hard on!" 

He stopped suddenly. He hadn't meant to say that. 

"What I mean is, I'm not making fun of you at all. In 
fact, I'd like it a whole lot if you DIDN'T go change 
clothes. I don't get to see a sexy woman often, and 
you, little darlin', are one sexy woman." With that he 
hugged her to him, pressing those delightful breasts 
into his chest. 

Her arms flew around him, hugging him tight and he let 
his boner lightly graze the front of her tight jeans. 
They held the hug for longer than usual, but it wasn’t 
uncomfortable because neither of them wanted it to end. 

Finally he pushed her away. "Sweetie, I'm only a man. 
You can't rub that sexy body against me and nothing 
happen. And it ain't right for an Uncle to have the 
kinds of feelings about his niece that I'm having right 
now. Besides, we've got work to do."

Maggie didn't say anything. Her mind was running a mile 
a minute, thinking about all the things he'd said. She 
believed now that he'd meant them, and that was 
something completely new in her experience. No one had 
ever looked at her as a female, much less a desirable 
one. She liked the feeling... a lot.

Maggie didn't change her clothes. She caught Uncle bob 
staring at her all day long and the hard-on he'd 
mentioned was visible to her all day too. They got a 
lot of work done, but by the time the day was over both 
were horny, though Maggie didn't recognize that 
feeling.

She liked the way her Uncle looked at her. It made her 
feel squirmy inside. She'd always been able to talk to 
her uncle about anything, and she didn't think he'd 
mind if she did so now. 

"Uncle Bob?" she said when they'd put away all the 
tools and were cleaning up at the kitchen sink.

"Yeah, baby?" he said, washing his big hands.

"Did you really get a... hard-on..." she blushed as she 
said the word "because of me?"

Bob had been lusting after his niece all day long. As 
she worked he had stared at her loose boobs in their 
tightly confined T shirt. The thought of tweaking those 
stiff nipples and sucking on them until she spasmed was 
mouthwatering. And that sweet deep camel toe of hers, 
advertising her obviously virgin pussy. 

Had he not been so hot for her, he might have moderated 
his answer, but instead he was bluntly honest. "Baby, 
you made me so hard today that sometimes it just plain 
hurt."

Maggie thought about that. Instead of thinking of him 
as a dirty old man, she felt a thrill of pleasure that 
a real man found her desirable. She knew full well what 
that meant, but that didn't scare her either. She had 
no experience of any kind, and had no idea what "sex" 
might be like, so it wasn't scary or "bad" in her mind. 

"So that means you want to have sex with me Uncle Bob?" 
she said innocently.

Bob sighed. He knew exactly how wrong he was to want 
his innocent niece. but he'd been leaking in his pants 
all day long. "Sweetie, you are so hot looking in that 
outfit that any man on earth would want to have sex 
with you. I'm sure no different than they are."

"Is it painful? I mean... would it hurt if we...?" she 
asked.

"Yeah, it would. At first anyway. But baby, I'm your 
Uncle."

"I know that!" she said sharply. "I was just curious, 
that's all." 

Neither of them realized that she didn't understand 
that he meant they SHOULDN'T have sex. 

"Besides" she said airily, "You’re not ACTUALLY my 
uncle. I’m adopted, remember?" She looked at him with 
one eyebrow raised. "I'm going to go take a shower" she 
said, thinking about how long it might take her to get 
clean between her legs. She had an awful itch there.

Maggie had no sooner closed the door of the bathroom 
than Bob was in his room shucking his pants. He gave a 
sigh of relief as his board-stiff cock bounced free and 
stood straight out from his body. An instant later he 
was jacking furiously on his rod. He didn't even go to 
the bed to lie down. He just stood, naked, knees bent, 
hips thrust forward, waiting for the sweet relief of 
his sperm to blast out and ease the pain in his prick 
and balls. He didn't need a book or video tonight. He 
just thought of Maggie in the shower.

The next morning Maggie got up and looked at her 
clothing, trying to decide what to wear. Most of her 
stuff was dull colored, and baggy. She chose those 
things on purpose, to blend in, so people wouldn't 
notice her. 

But she wanted Uncle Bob to notice her. 

She picked up a shirt and looked at it. Making up her 
mind she pulled at the arm until the seam tore. Then 
she removed that arm, and after that the other one. She 
put it on and, instead of buttoning it, took the tails 
and tied them under her breasts. She looked in the 
mirror, turning this way and that. She bent over and 
the shirt fell away from her chest. She could see her 
naked breasts. Now she picked up her jeans. They were 
old and soft, but they wouldn't tear.

Wearing the shirt and her panties, she walked out of 
the room and went down to the kitchen, where her Uncle 
was frying eggs. 

She stuck her head around the door frame. "Uncle Bob? I 
need some scissors, or a knife or something." she said. 

He looked at her, leaning around the door frame and put 
the spatula down. "What's wrong, Mags? Need help?" He 
came toward her.

"NO!" she squeaked. "I don't have on any pants. That's 
what I need the scissors for. I want to make my jeans 
into shorts."

Bob realized he was leaning sideways, trying to look 
around the corner. "Get a grip" he said to himself. 
"Maggie, honey, I've got a bunch of old running shorts 
from when I was in the Navy. Instead of ruining your 
jeans, why don't you try some of them on. I'll take you 
shopping later for some clothes." 

He told her the shorts were in either the bottom drawer 
or the one above it in an old dresser in the back of 
his closet and she went off happily.

Maggie went to his room, and into the closet. She 
opened the bottom drawer. It was full of clothing and 
she started pulling it out, looking for something that 
looked like shorts. She found one pair that were gray 
and pulled them on over her panties. They were tighter 
than she thought they would be, but they fit OK. 

She was looking for more when she found the books. 
There were two of them. Bob had forgotten they were 
there. He'd had them for years. They were fuck books, 
and they were illustrated. The covers had lurid 
photographs of young girls with thick cocks stuck up in 
their stretched teen pussies. 

Maggie felt a thrill as she leafed through the books, 
looking at the pictures of girls as they were fucked 
good and proper. She read a few paragraphs about how 
one girl lost her virginity to the man she was 
babysitting for and she felt her panties get damp. 
Wrapping the books in a T shirt she went through the 
clothes and found two more pairs of shorts. She took 
them all back to her room and stashed them in her own 
dresser. Then she went down to breakfast.

Bob loved the "new" shirt. It gaped everywhere, and he 
got to look at Maggie's sweet teen breasts a lot. His 
bone sprang to attention almost immediately and he 
shook his head. Maggie pretended not to notice that her 
breasts were all but hanging out, but they both knew 
she was aware of it. 

They were painting Maggie's room this day and Maggie 
made sure she was close to her Uncle as they worked. 
She snuck peeks at his crotch and smiled as she saw the 
tent in the front of it. When Bob announced it was time 
for lunch, Maggie was on her hands and knees, painting 
the wall where it met the floor. She saw her Uncle's 
shadow cast over her and suddenly she felt his hands 
cupping her breasts. He pulled her up to her feet and 
her back pressed into his front.

"Uncle BOB!" she chided. He didn't move his hands from 
her breasts. She knew her buttocks had to be right 
where that tent in his pants was, so she pushed her 
butt back into it slightly. 

Bob squeezed her breasts and said "That's what you get 
for being a tease all morning."

Maggie lifted her head and in a completely normal voice 
said "Help. Help. My Uncle is molesting me. Oh. Help. 
Help. Somebody save me please."

Bob heard the invitation in her voice, the willingness 
for his hands to be where they were. On impulse he slid 
them in the armholes of her shirt and onto her naked 
breasts underneath. 

"That's how it's really supposed to be done," he 
breathed in her ear. Maggie stretched, pushing her 
breasts into his hands. Those big rough hands felt so 
good on her soft breasts that she hoped he'd never 
quit. His fingers found her straining nipples and toyed 
with them, sending sparks through her. 

"Ohhhh Uncle Bob, that feels soooo good," she moaned. 
"Nobody's ever touched me like that, and I didn't know 
it would be so nice."

Bob ground his hard-on into her ass, but he knew he had 
to stop. "It is nice baby, but this leads to other 
things that we shouldn't do."

Reluctantly he pulled his hands out of her shirt. She 
turned around and crushed her newly fondled breasts to 
his chest and kissed him.

"Thank you for making me feel special," she said, and 
then she let him go.

They ate lunch, talking a little, but mostly looking at 
each other and day dreaming of what they'd like to do. 
After lunch Bob demanded that she close up her shirt. 

"If you leave it like that I won't get anything done 
and bad things will happen."

That itch in Maggie’s untried pussy brought out the 
brazen action she took then. 

She untied the knot under her breasts and said "You 
mean you want me to button it?" she said, holding it 
open completely. She felt so naughty, showing her 
titties to her Uncle. "Instead of tying it, like it 
was?"

Bob felt his cock rise to full alert as he gazed at her 
big, soft bouncy breasts, with their cherry red nipples 
that looked so suckable. 

He licked his lips. "You got to cover them up, baby," 
he pleaded.

"But why, Uncle Bob?" she kept her shirt spread. 
Instinct caused her to wiggle her shoulders slightly, 
making her breasts shimmy and shake. She dropped the 
shirt halves and cupped her breasts, as if offering 
them to him. "What in the world makes you interested in 
these fat things?"

Bob took a step toward her. She held her ground, still 
cupping her tits. 

He took another step and was right there. 

He bent, his lips seeking her left nipple. "Because if 
I can see them, I want to suck them," he moaned. 

And then he did it. He fed at that nipple like a 
starving baby, and then switched to the other one and 
then back, licking, sucking, nipping.

Maggie felt something happening in her abdomen when her 
Uncle's mouth latched onto her nipple. She liked 
washing them and pinching them in the shower, but 
they'd NEVER felt like this. This felt... AMAZING! The 
pressure in her body made her tense... and like 
something was growing inside her and was going to burst 
out. 

"Uncle Bob," she said. "What's happening to me Uncle 
Bob? I feel all funny Uncle Bob. Ahhhh... um... 
OOOhhhhhh... Oh please keep doing that," Bob was only 
too happy to keep feasting on her nips and he couldn't 
resist sliding one hand between her legs too. When he 
did she clamped down on his hand and all he could do 
was lift, and dig it into her crotch. When he did it 
put pressure on her inexperienced teen clitty and she 
exploded into her first orgasm. 

Her hands went to her Uncle's head and held him to her 
breast while she squatted to let his hand play with her 
pussy through the thin shorts she was wearing. 

Her pussy gushed and he felt the wet. 

To Maggie it felt like she'd peed her pants, and she 
cried out, "Oh Uncle Bob I think I peed my pants!"

Bob heard the horror in her voice and let go of her 
nipple. "No, baby, you didn't pee your pants. You just 
had an orgasm, honey. Nothing's wrong. You didn't do 
anything wrong. It's OK." 

Knowing he was responsible for her very first cum was 
immensely satisfying to him, and he was so happy that 
the urgent need to fuck her waned a little, giving him 
time to control himself. 

But he had to do something. 

"Sweetie, you just had an orgasm. That's what a woman 
feels during sex. But I need you to help me baby, cause 
I'm hurting. I don't want to... to hurt you honey, but 
I need some release. Will you help me Maggie?"

Maggie would have jumped off the barn if he'd have 
asked her to just then. She nodded frantically and 
wasn't even scared when he shoved his pants down and 
freed the boner he'd made reference to several times. 

She stared at it in awe. THAT was because of HER?! 

He showed her how to hold it and move her hand, and in 
no time she was jerking him off like a pro. She 
understood the technique immediately, sensing how, as 
his foreskin glided back and forth on the head of his 
cock, it would feel good to him. She knew about oral 
sex too, though she'd never understood why anybody 
would want to do that. Now she had a glimmer of 
understanding, because, as she jacked her Uncle's cock 
it looked... yummy somehow. She looked at the big 
swollen sack under his cock and knew it contained 
sperm... lots of it from the look of things... and that 
it would be shooting out of his cock in a few minutes.
 
The thought that she had made him hard, and that she 
could make him squirt that stuff gave her, her very 
first feeling of female power.

It was a feeling she liked very, very much.

His moans and groans told her he was close. Still, she 
was surprised when his cock suddenly produced a long 
stream of white liquid that shot out and over her right 
shoulder. Some of it landed on her shirt. She continued 
jerking on his cock as it spat again and again, making 
a mess of her hand and everything else it hit. 

He'd been standing up, and his knees gave way, causing 
him to stumble backward toward the couch. Reluctantly 
Maggie let got of his cock as he fell. 

She stared at her hand, covered with his thick cream. 
It was warm and she couldn't resist the temptation to 
taste it. She decided it wasn't all that bad, and that 
oral sex might be fun.

They sat, four or five feet apart, reliving the 
experience as they caught their breath. Maggie was 
astonished at what had happened. It had happened so 
fast! 

She remembered the feel of his boner in her hand. That 
was supposed to fit inside a girl?! There was no way in 
the world it would fit in her. It was just too big. She 
pulled the shirt over her breasts, wanting some time to 
think about things before she used her power again.

Bob felt bad. He hadn't meant for things to get this 
far. But they'd both satisfied each other and her 
virginity was still intact. Still, he'd have to do 
better next time. At least she'd covered up those 
fabulous tits. 

He got up. "That was fun. But we have work to do, OK?"

She nodded and let him pull her up. She buttoned the 
shirt and they finished painting her room. They got the 
curtains up too, and got most of the furniture that was 
going to be replaced moved out into the hallway. All 
that was left was the bed and a little table for a 
reading lamp. Bob said they'd go shopping the next day 
for wall paper accents and furniture.

They sat on the couch together eating popcorn while 
they watched a movie. Maggie snuggled up to him and he 
put an arm around her. She took his hand and put it on 
her breast, but he pulled it back. 

"Honey, what happened before... it wasn't right baby. I 
know you’re adopted, but I feel like I'm your Uncle, 
and I know what we did was nice, but I wanted to do 
things to you that grownups do, and that wouldn't be 
right. Do you understand Maggie?"

She nodded her head and they watched the rest of the 
movie in silence. Then he sent her off to bed with a 
kiss on the forehead.

Maggie lay in bed thinking. She thought about how ugly 
she had felt all these years, until her Uncle made her 
feel beautiful and desirable. She thought about how she 
didn't know how to be a girl, until things happened 
with her Uncle that made being a girl seem like fun. 
She remembered that orgasm that had happened when the 
only thing he was doing was sucking her nipples and 
rubbing her pussy a little. She thought about that big 
cock, shooting all that nice warm slippery stuff. She 
thought about how, if she were to go to him, and refuse 
to leave, that he would give in. 

She got up.

Bob had been lying in bed thinking about many of the 
same things. He wanted nothing more than to bury his 
cock in this beautiful girl and make babies with her. 
But he knew he couldn't. She was vulnerable, unused to 
men. She wasn't making decisions, she was just reacting 
to hormones.

His door opened. 

He knew who it was.

"Uncle Bob? My room smells like paint, and I can't 
sleep."

They both knew that was an excuse. But they both needed 
an excuse.

"Can I sleep in here? With you?" she came closer.

He groaned, "Maggie, what are you trying to do to me? I 
can't resist you."

"Good," she said shortly and got into bed with her 
Uncle. She was naked. Completely, totally, gloriously 
naked.

"You're... naked," he said.

"You're not," she said. "It would be a lot more 
comfortable if you were."

He felt her pulling at his shirt. He gave up. He let 
her strip him and he folded her into his arms. Soon 
they were kissing and swapping tongues like they'd made 
out for months. She felt his iron hard cock rise up 
between her legs.

"Are you SURE it would... hurt?" she said as she 
grasped his cock.

"Ohhh baby, I'm pretty sure. You're a virgin, aren't 
you?"

"Uh huh," she whispered in his ear.

"And you'd let me... put it in you?" he moaned.

"I think I'd like that very much," she whispered.

He had to know, because the answer to his next question 
might give him the strength to shove her out of his bed 
and save her virginity.

"And your room really smells like paint? I mean you 
really can't sleep in there? Right?"

"No, I just wanted to come get in your bed," she 
admitted.

He was lost. 

He was toast. 

She WAS making decisions, even if they WERE affected by 
hormones. She'd made the decision to get up and come 
here. She WANTED him.

He kissed her and ran his hands over her body. 

It took him about a minute before she was sopping wet. 

It took him fifteen seconds to position and mount her. 

It took him another thirty seconds to get the head of 
his cock past her pussy lips. 

It took him forty-five seconds to find out she had no 
cherry to bust and get two thirds of his cock into her. 

It took her half a minute to get used to those two 
thirds and shove her pussy up for more. 

It took him one point five seconds to put the remaining 
third in her.

Just like that, he was fucking the girl he’d called his 
niece her entire life.

She was able to take two minutes of his rampant 
thrusting before she exploded into the second orgasm of 
her life. 

Two minutes after that she got her first cunt-full of 
baby butter as Bob pounded his spurting prick deep in 
her belly.

We'll never know for sure, but there is a high degree 
of probability that it took him between two and five 
days to fuck her pregnant.

She'd arrived at the farm in the middle of her cycle, 
and she never had a period the whole two months she was 
there. 

Her parents were pretty ticked initially. Then they 
noticed their shy, retiring, unpopular, and yes, plain 
daughter had disappeared, and in her place was a 
beautiful, confident, vivacious, and happy girl, who 
looked forward to raising her lover's baby. 

The fact that he was not actually her blood relative, 
and that the State would probably sanction a marriage, 
played one part in their final decision making. 

The fact that, if she wanted to, she could live on the 
farm to raise that baby, didn't escape them either.
 
She did want to.

Her parents never thought they'd be Grandparents to 
EIGHT children!

But they were.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. 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 prison.
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