Our Family: Jack Reynolds 34 – Uncle, Brya – 11 year old Niece, Bella – 9 year old Niece, Bryan White 36 – Dad, Clare White 30 – Mom, Jenna 28 – my girlfriend
Just Another Ho-hum Day
My name is Jack Reynolds, I'm a successful 34 year old IT administrator at a booming Brokerage House. My job is to make sure all the high paid, highly stressed out stock brokers have a high speed working computer. If they're down even for a few minutes, our company could lose hundreds of thousands of dollars.
So I get to work about 7 am, and along with my team check every single computer for any software, or operational problems. We also make sure that the half dozen emergency work stations are also working at optimal capacity.
At around 8 am when all the assholes show up, my day goes into hyper drive. For the next 7 hours, all I do is keep them happy, and operational. They pay me very well for all the shit I have to deal with. The best part of my job is watching all the melt downs, almost weekly another pompous asshole loses it. Me, all I have to do is keep the electrons flowing... easy, smeasy.
After work each day, I have a ten minute walk to my condo, and the peace and quiet of my own home for all of twenty minutes. That's when my world gets even better. My eleven-year-old niece, Brya, gets dropped off from her school for 'Gifted Children' right in front of my building. The doorman for our building, Fred, is always there to let her into the building. I always update him on any changes to Brya's schedule on my way in. Most of the time, I'm waiting for her in the lobby. If not, Fred rings me and brings her up to my door himself.
My sister Clare, Brya's mother and her Dad, Bryan are both doctors in one of the local hospitals. They usually pick up Brya sometime around 6 or 7 pm. Brya's little eight-year-old sister Bella will start there next year. That means I'll have both girls next school year. I love them both dearly, so that won't be a problem. I think the girls find me a welcome break from their perfectionist parents. They both get to relax, and be little girls with Uncle Jack.
Today ends with it's usual flurry of activity... then stops abruptly as the DOW closes. A few minutes later, I'm out the door heading for home. I need to get there, change and head back down to pick up little miss bubbly.
Fred sees me coming, and has the door open for me as I walk up. Smiling my thanks, I let him know I'll be down at the normal time to get Brya. He returns my smile, and tells me he'll keep a close eye out for her school bus.
I take the elevator up to the 8th floor to change my clothes and take a restroom break, before heading back to the lobby. Walking out of the elevator, I see Fred holding Brya's hand coming through the doors into the lobby. As usual Brya is dressed in her normal school uniform: long sleeve green blazer, tight white blouse, red tie, a plaid pleated mid thigh skirt, black knee high socks and black patent leather loafers. Brya, spotting me, runs across the lobby, and throws her arms around my hips.
Smiling from ear to ear, Brya holds me tight, “Uncle Jack, I missed you!” she stammers excitedly.
I kneel down gathering her warm softness into my arms, and growling fiercely give her a big bear hug. Giggling, she tries futilely to get away. Kissing her on the cheek, she goes still in my arms.
All part of our usual greeting, I lean forward to whisper in her ear, “And I missed you too, Princess. How was your day in school?”
Before I can let her go, she snakes her arms up to hold my face in her small little hands. Without warning she leans in, and kisses me square on the lips. More than a little peck, Brya's lips linger on mine for a few seconds.
Brya breaking our kiss pulls back... her impish smile, lets me know she did that on purpose. A little surprised by her boldness, Brya begins to prattle on like nothing usual has happened a few seconds ago. I stand up, holding my hand out to Brya. With her pony tail swaying from side to side, we head to the elevators.
As we walk along hand in hand, I'm reminded just how breathtakingly beautiful Brya is for an eleven-year-old little girl. Her shiny, upper back length, brown hair is straight with bronze highlights. Her face is just beginning to lengthen from the round child, to the oval young adult. Dark chocolate colored eyes, a small pixie nose, a smattering of cheek freckles, and full lips round out the pretty light complexion of face.
Her body is just now beginning to show the woman she'll become, small budding tits set far apart on her otherwise flat chest. Slim waist above the curves of her round hips. Her petite heart shaped ass, is a work of soft flesh perfection. Moderately long legs, they're very shapely and well proportioned. All in all, a very nice preteen package of about 55 pounds and 4'8” in height.
It doesn't take us very long to walk through the door into my condo. On the way up Brya has informed me that all her homework is done, and that she would like peanut butter with apple slices for her snack.
Brya walks up, and tosses her back pack onto the couch. Next she turns on the TV and channel surfs to the cartoon network. Sitting on the edge of the couch, she kicks off her shoes. Sliding back on the couch, Brya settles in sitting cross legged, to watch her cartoons.
When I bring out her snack, I get an unobstructed view of her lovely red pantie covered crotch. Only today they're not as crotch covering as usual. For whatever reason, one side of her panties has crept down into her tight preteen pussy slit. In fact, her puffy left Labia Majora is exposed in all it's hairless splendor.
I stop momentarily at the sight of my niece's partially exposed pussy; frozen in place, the apple slices and peanut butter snack is completely forgotten. Coming back to reality, I hear a not too subtle giggle from Brya.
Looking up from her partial exposed preteen cunt, I see Brya smiling happily. As I move to hand her the apple slices, and peanut butter snack, she asks with a shameless smirk, “Uncle Jack... were you looking at my kitty?”
Since I'm caught red handed, or in my case red faced, I answer a bit shakily, “Aaaaah, yes Brya. I'm sorry but you aren't sitting in a very lady-like position. It's kind of a natural thing for a boy to look between a girl's legs.”
Brya, still smiling, uncrosses her legs, and brings them together. Pulling her skirt down, I hand her the apple slices, and peanut butter snack.
She reaches out accepting the snack plate, then smiling her thanks sets the plate in her lap. Taking an apple slice, Brya dips it into the peanut butter, before replying, “That's okay, Uncle Jack. You can look at my kitty any time you want. I really like you a lot! Mommy said I should never let anybody see my private place unless I really liked them.”
Pausing, she decides to ask me another more pointed question, “So Uncle Jack, did you like looking at my kitty... was it pretty?”
Not quite sure how to respond, I simply tell her the truth, “Yes, Princess I enjoyed looking at your kitty, but it was covered by your panties. I'm sure it's absolutely lovely.”
Smiling at my reply, she digs into her snack and turns back to her TV program. Happy to get away so easily, I walk back into the kitchen. Thank the gods Brya is focused on her cartoon, and not on the large bulge in the front of my sweatpants. Leaning on the counter, I can't believe I just got a boner from seeing my niece's partially exposed hairless cunt.
I have a very satisfying love life with my almost 'live in' girlfriend Jenna. Sometime around 7 pm Jenna will be over for dinner, TV, and a very nice sleepover romp with my seven inch dick. I'm definitely a bit shaken by seeing Brya's partially exposed cunt. I'll have to be very careful around her, especially if she's exposing herself... maybe even on purpose. Naaaw, she is too young to start that shit!
I return to the living room, where Brya has finished her snack and placed the empty plate on the coffee table. She is now watching the Disney channel, and some teenage sitcoms. Sitting down besides her, she turns and smiles at me. Closing the short distance between us, she scoots up against my right side. Lifting my arm, I drape it around her shoulder, as she snuggles in close.
Lowering my arm a bit more, I pull her close, giving her a loving squeeze. Purring contentedly, “Thanks Uncle Jack. I like when you hold me.” she confirms.
Presently, Brya jumps up and goes into the kitchen for some Lemonade. She returns in a few minutes, bringing me back a glass as well. We are enjoying our lemonade, watching TV, and chit chatting about the characters, or the story line.
At about 5:30pm, Brya puts on the Evening New for me. She knows I like to keep up on current events, and even though she doesn't like the news, Brya always watches with me. About half way through, Brya gives me a startled cry of alarm, and vaulting off the couch, sprints across the room towards the bathroom.
After about 5 minutes, Brya calls through the bathroom door, “Uncle Jack... Uncle Jack, could you come help me, please?”
I'm unsure how to proceed, but walk up to the door, and knock lightly, “Brya, are you okay? What do you need, Princess?” I ask, genuinely concerned for Brya.
Even more disconcerting is the fact, I might have to go inside the bathroom. I've never cared for either girl when they've been sick.
Brya from the other side of the door, calls out weakly, “I'm sorry Uncle Jack, but I don't feel very good... I think I'm going to throw-up. Please come in and help me, please.” she pleads hopelessly.
Unable to avoid the situation, I open the door and walk inside. Brya is standing by the toilet, totally naked except for her red bikini panties. Her clothes are neatly folded next to the toilet.
Seeing me frozen in the doorway, my niece launches her attack... Brya slowly ambles across the floor towards me. Pausing in the middle of the bathroom, she gives me a sweet little smile and rolling her hips, begins turning slowly. Each lewd motion... each pixie smile, all of it giving me a tempting eyeful of her shapeliness. She pauses every few seconds to give her red panties a tug this way or that. Soon they're wedged deep in her tightly close slit. There between the hairless lips of her Labia Majora, her red panties have disappeared into the heated pink furrow of her tiny pussy.
Brya, watching with interest, begins to slowly slip her panties down over her narrow hips... Ever so slowly she inches them down until they finally settle around her ankles. Flicking them my way they miss by several feet, but now fully revealed is the perfection of her nakedness. At eleven years old my niece is quite the tempting piece of ass.
Being a lecherous uncle, I haven't missed the subtle changes taking place in her body... far from it! Brya is developing into one fine, well built young lady.
Raising her arms, she locks her hands behind her head and turning slowly lets me drink from the fountain of her youthful magnificence. Especially from behind...
There on full display is the cutest little ass I've ever seen. Twin mounds of satin smooth, white skinned buttock, sit atop Brya's shapely legs, and nestled between those legs is her tightly closed preteen pussy. Moisten from her arousal, Byra little cunt glistens wetly in the bright lights of the bathroom. Unable to resist the intensity of her allurement, my seven inch dick springs to life. Swelling painfully in my sweatpants, it wants out.
She is going to a lot of trouble to get me to notice her developing feminine charms. In fact, she has been giving me the sexual full court press from the moment I picked her up in the lobby. That not so subtle kiss on the lips, the partially exposed preteen pussy, panties in the slit; now she's bushwhacked me in the bathroom, all to give me a lecherous look at her perfectly shaped young ass, and hairless little kitty.
I'm not sure what Brya wants or expects, but I would rather her do it here with me and not somewhere else. I think she's been talking with her friend Olivia. They're getting to that experimental stage with sex... curious about their awakening feelings, emotions and most of all... the exponential attraction to the opposite sex.
Since I haven't made a run for it, I see Brya's facial expression changing from an impish grin to a hopeful smile of acceptance. Taking a timid step forward, she's watching me for any sign of rejection... seeing none, her smile widens to cover her face in the brilliance of her happiness.
I reach out and take her by the hand, lead her back to the porcelain throne, where I sit down.
“Okay young lady... what's with all the sex crap. I went along with the panties in the slit, but we need to talk...” I slowly hope she'll start talking.
Nothing but silence, her head hanging down, she's not quite ready. Then I note her eyes are wide open and they're not focused on her feet, but on my groin. Yep, I forgot the cock tent in my sweatpants. She's ogling my cotton covered bulge...
“Hey!” I bark, “I'm talking to you...” I hesitate trying not to be angry. Her head shooting up, I continue, “You're not in trouble. I just need to know what's going on... please Brya. It's Olivia right!”
Her eyes fly open, “Uuum, yea... kinda, I guess. “ she whispers softly.
“Fine talk to me, Princess!” I encourage Brya.
“Damn, she's always talking about all the things she's done... you know sex stuff! Like giving Ethan a blow job, or her dad fucking her butt. All kinds of stuff...” her voice trailing off.
Smiling at her, “You know Olivia is probably not doing all those things!” I tell her.
“I know but she always knows everything about sex, how it feels to be with a boy, or the intense pain when her dad slides his big cock inside her ass. All that emotion, all those wonderful feelings. I just wanted to know for myself.” she pauses, “I just wanted them to be with you!” she finishes looking me straight in the eye.
Well shit! This is worse than I thought, “First... Olivia should probably become a fiction writer. She just has an overactive imagination and access to plenty of porn, but what you're asking of me is illegal... you know that right!” I state flatly.
Brya nodded her head, “Yea... I know. But, Uncle Jack! Aaaah can I see it? You know, your willy. I could... I could try and help you cum! I won't tell anyone, especially that loud mouth Olivia!” she looks down hopefully.
Damn, I should have nipped this in the bud when she was teasing me with the pantie thing. Now she wants more, her first teasing taste of sex was a pleasant successful experience. No yelling and screaming... her beloved Uncle Jack didn't get mad or anything. Not an unusual start for a first time, and she definitely enjoyed herself asking a few erotic questions to boot!
Curious, I ask, “Okay... why now” There are other ways to start out? Why run into the bathroom to play like you're sick!”
Her head dropped lower, “I screwed up...okay! I borrowed Olivia's squirt bottle, like for a douche. She keep going on about anal sex being so great, so I cleaned my butt out at school with it. But I don't know shit about anal sex, or anything else... I decided to run into the bathroom, and play like I was sick. I was hoping we could do some sex stuff once I got you inside...” she stops abruptly looking me in the eye again.
My hearty chuckle seems to relax her a smidge, “Don't you think anal sex was a bit advanced for a first time? Shit... touching each other is a great start for most people...”
Then she bristles up like a puff adder, “Well I don't know all this sex shit, and listening to Olivia hasn't helped... All I know is anal works great if you don't want to get pregnant!”
Laughing out loud, “Good! I'm glad you don't know all this sex shit... But Sweetness you got to talk with me. I'll tell you the truth... okay. So what do you want to do?” I ask, knowing this isn't going away. She's already got me where she wants me... within arms length of her youthful nakedness.
Her impish smile tells me volumes, “Okay it's my wee willy you want, then it's wee willy you get. Only you call it a cock, or a dick...”
I stand and with one quick motion hook my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats and pull them down around my ankles. A few moments later I step out of them naked from the waist down. My cock jutting out lewdly, points with menacing intent at a very surprised little girl. Thick blue veined shaft above, large hair covered balls hanging below, Brya gets her first eye full of an adult cock.
Brya, stepping in close, reaches out to let the tips of her fingers caress the soft velvety smooth skin of my Glans.
My cock lurching unexpectedly surprises her, “Oooh, it moved!” her hand jerked back quickly.
Smiling up at me, “Damn Uncle Jack does it do that all the time?”
I chuckle quietly, “Only when he's excited, Sweetness!” I tell her, lowering my head down to find her lips waiting.
Our first real kiss is everything it should be... Sparks flying, bombs bursting in air... the whole 'fireworks show' in one intense touch of our lips. Stepping backwards, my legs hit the commode and down I go. Sitting on the porcelain throne has never been like this. Nor have I seen the raving beauty before me... I mean really seen her.
Brya is divinely made, long brown hair, dark chocolate colored eyes, pixie nose, full lips and a girlish but curvy body. Moderately long of leg, they are shapely and well proportioned... a perfect match to her hourglass figure. Her butt round and full blends in wonderfully with the length and shape of her legs. Her narrow waist leading up to a chest, just now showing the promise of the medium sized tits to come. What an alluring preteen package approaching puberty, and all those hormonal changes.
Closing the distance between us, Brya gets down on her knees and takes my throbbing manhood in her small hand. Mesmerized by her closeness, I lay back against the cold porcelain tank and enjoy her heated touch.
Smiling happily, Brya begins to slowly jack me off. Her tiny hand gripping me near the base moves the loose skin up and down the heated shaft. The feel of her gentle touch is electrifying. My balls reacting to the pleasure she's giving me, begin to tighten against the base of my cock. Soon, all too soon they'll empty their life giving seed all over my hot little niece... face, hand, chest, maybe a bit in her hair, a little white goo in her eye.
What a fucking treat this is going to be... oooh shit, not yet!
Jacked off by my eleven-year-old niece's is beyond belief, my need explodes in a rage of lust filled release. The first massive load of semen surges down my rock hard dick. I've never been one to rocket semen from the end of my cock, until today. When my first load spews from the end of my cock, it arcs gracefully through the air, a white stream of ropy semen. Twisting and turning serpent-like through the air, it lands on Brya's forehead and long brown hair atop her head.
I follow the first load, with the second less forceful shot that lands on Brya's face... eyebrow to chin, the long tendril of goo looks lewdly enticing. Surprisingly, she opens her mouth for me to feed her the next few weaker spurts. Trying to confine the mess, I direct the next four loads into her mouth. Her eyes watching my every move, I nod my head inviting her to take me inside.
Swallowing my cum, she leans forward to take the head inside her mouth. It's a tight fit, but slips through with only a small nick or two on her sharp teeth.
“Suck it Princess, like a melting Popsicle. Suck all that wonderful sweetness out the end.” I instruct as she sucks the last dregs of semen from my cock.
Sitting back on her haunches, my shrinking cock slips lifeless from her lips. Brya, looking up from my spit covered cock, runs her index finger under her eye, to gather up a rather large lump of sperm from her cheek. Her eyes twinkling wickedly, she holds it up for careful inspection. Rolling the stick white fluid around on her fingers, she smells it, before licking it off. Smiling with evil intent, she reaches up to her face and begins to clean all the sperm off.
I'm frozen in place by the lewd actions of my niece. Unwilling to look away, I watch Brya gather the last of the sperm filled cum, and eat it with apparent relish. Just when I think things can't get any worse. The call button rings on the front door. Uncaring, Brya looks at me, and smiles happily.
Panicking, I turn towards the front door to answer Fred's page.
To my unending shame, Clare stands in the doorway to the bathroom. A look of intensifying horror spreading across her facial features... She has a key to my condo's door. A gift to her years ago. A place to stay if anything ever happens. Now this betrayal of her trust.
Almost unable to speak, “Please Clare this isn't as bad as it looks! Brya's fine, I didn't hurt her. We both just got a little horny...” I explain futilely.
Brya naked... her pretty face streaked with my semen, my dick hanging lifelessly between my legs, is still oozing an occasional drop of semen onto the bathroom floor. All the evidence of child abuse my sister needs.
Clare somehow keeps it together without going completely ballistic on me or Brya. She calmly walks past me to take a look at her oldest daughter, “Are you okay Baby?” she asks with resolute calmness.
Brya rushes up to her, throws her arms around her mother, “Please Mama... I started this not Uncle Jack! He thought I needed help in the bathroom. I pooped in my panties and he came in to clean me up... but I wasn't that sick. I wanted him to touch me... like Daddy touches you when you guys go to bed!” she explains.
Clare turned away from Brya, her eyes nailing me with a malice I've never seen in my little sister, “Brya get dressed we're leaving!” she instructs, harshly.
“But Mama...! My school uniform and panties have poop on them! Please don't make me put them back on!” she pleads.
Hoping to get out of this with my life, I point to the small gray t-shirt on the toilet seat, “Clare I brought her a t-shirt to wear! It's on the toilet seat...” I mumble.
Clare gives me another death look, “Shut up asshole! Brya, get the shirt on and let's go... now!”
Brya walking over to the toilet picks up the t-shirt and quickly pulls it over her head, “Good enough... get your stuff together and meet me by the door!” Clare commands forcefully, “I need to talk with your Uncle for a moment!”
Now that Brya's out of sight and sound, Clare turns on me with a slight smile on her face, “This is my fault... I should have warned you sooner. She's quite taken by her Uncle Jack!” she whispers before yelling...
“No fucking way I'm going to let this slide you prick! That's my eleven-year-old daughter you're messing with. I've got a good idea to call the police right now! But I need to talk with Brya first...” she concludes storming out of the bathroom to collect Brya at the door.
Clare's blistering glare now includes a very distraught Brya, “You just wait til I get you home young lady...! What were you two thinking. Dammit Brya, he's your uncle for Christ sake...” she scolded, pushing Brya through the door and into the hallway.
Brya stumbling along in front of her mother gives me a quick farewell look, before walking into the elevator. As the door closes with agonizing slowness, I give Brya a brief smile, and wave good-bye.
Damn, I could have handled that a lot better. But that little imp led her horny uncle down the primrose path, and right into a shit load of trouble. No one to blame but myself and the brainless one hanging limply between my legs. I can't even blame Fred for letting Clare come up... She's the only one allowed to come up unannounced. Even my girlfriend Jenna doesn't have that privilege. This has all been a series of ill time events. I wonder how Clare will handle this new sexual development between me and Brya.
I close the door already missing Brya's happy smile. Trudging back into the bathroom, I clean up and get dressed again. I decided to go down and check in with Fred. He's probably concerned with Clare's and Brya's hasty exit.
As soon as the elevator doors open, Fred rushes over, “Aaaah thanks for coming down Mr. Reynolds. I was going to call up in a few minutes, but you're here now!” he frowns looking expectantly towards the entrance to our building.
“Are Miss Brya and her mother okay? They rushed through the lobby without a word... Miss Brya didn't look well! I think they're still sitting outside...” he asks, concerned.
I walk with Fred to the door and step outside. Clare's new Volvo SUV is just pulling away. Watching Clare and Brya drive off into the fading light, leaves a large hole in the rest of my evening. I wonder what Brya will tell her Mother, or more importantly, what will Brya think of me tomorrow. And then there's Clare, my baby sister...
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