A Call From Clare
Now that Clare and Brya are gone, I walk back into my building, talk with Fred for a few minutes, and then head up to my empty condo. Sitting down on my couch, I reflect gloomily on the events that happened this afternoon. My loving niece needed my help, and instead of helping her, I sexually assaulted her. It doesn't matter that she was faking, it was still the assault of a preteen minor. How did this happen?
No matter how this happened, I lost control of the situation. It was me who finger fucked her ass, it was me that used her mouth as a cum dumpster, it was me...
I quickly decided that sitting in my condo is not in my best interest. I grab my coat, and head down to my local Irish Pub to drown my sorrows, or in this case, drown the pedophile Uncle. I want to 'tie one on', last bender before the police come to arrest me. I can hardly wait until I'm on the local news for assaulting my beautiful niece.
Thank God, Jenna decided not to come over tonight. I don't think I could handle another female tonight, no matter what the age.
A few minutes later, I walked into O'Toole's Irish Pub. I order a three finger Irish whiskey, and a large bowl of their excellent Irish stew. Glancing about the bar, I spot a work colleague, and walk over for a chat.
Three hours later, I pay off my expensive bar tab, and with the help of my friend, get back to my building. Fred is still there waiting for me. It is well past his normal work hours.
“Sorry Mr. Reynolds, but your sister has been trying to get in touch with you. She needs you to call her as soon as possible.” he rushes to explain.
Thanking him, I give him a $50 dollar tip, and wish him a good night. Fred is a 'God Send' for our building. Many of the owners here in the building appreciated the work Fred does, to make our lives a bit less complicated, and tonight is no exception.
Fred even helps me to the elevator, pushes the button for my floor, and says good night. Opening the door to my condo, I walk up to the kitchen counter, and my cell phone. I have five unanswered messages from Clare.
I hurriedly punched in her number... Clare answers on the second ring, “Okay, brother of mine! Where the hell have you been? You're such a shithead... you know that! I checked with Brya, and she 'spilled the beans' on your little encounter this afternoon. Seriously, how did you fall for all that 'I'm sick' shit... especially after she gave you a birds eye view of her hairless kitty. She's got to go to school tomorrow, dip shit! How the hell is she going to concentrate, when all she'll be thinking about is hanging between your legs. I don't think missing school for 'sexual distraction' is an excused absence... especially when her uncle's cock is the distraction!”
Pausing to catch her breath, ”But Jack, that's not the reason I called you! Brya is still quite upset at being caught making the moves on her uncle, but she did have some help... didn't she Jack. It's school as usual, but just in case she fakes being sick again, I'll need someone available, if the school calls. Tuesday is our big surgical day. Neither of us can cancel this late at night. We have patients with major health problems scheduled for tomorrow. Can you please call in sick, and work from home? Hopefully Brya won't pull any of her shit tomorrow, but you never know.” Clare explains almost too casually.
I'm unable to speak for a few seconds... my alcohol muddled mind is not functioning at peak efficiency, when Clare pipes up again, “Jack? Are you still there? Jack, did you hear me, can you take the day off? Jack... Jack...” she asks with concern creeping into her voice.
I feel a bushwhack coming, “Okay Clare! Are you sure Brya is okay with coming back over here...? You know after this afternoon!” I ask, more than a bit surprised by Clare's request.
Clare laughs out loud, “Brya's fine Jack! You didn't exactly sexually traumatized her. I'm pretty sure she was a will participant in today's sexual hijinks. Like I said... you need to keep an eye on her, Jack. I think Brya has more than a crush on you. She can be very manipulative for an eleven-year-old, going on twenty-one. You should hear the stories from school. The teaching staff at the 'Long Island Academy for the Gifted' are doing everything they can to keep her busy.” she warns, a few hours too late.
Scratching my head, I ask through my alcoholic fog, “So what's with the homework she brings home after school?”
Clare answers, without hesitation, “That's what I'm talking about. She saves some homework to bring home, so you can answer questions, and help her. She's such a little tease. Also don't be fooled by her little girl vocabulary. I almost lost it when I heard her get mad at Bella the other day. I thought a sailor had snuck into my daughter's bedroom. She got grounded for a week for that particular outburst. I should have warned you a bit earlier, but you two get along so well. She thinks the world of her Uncle Jack.”
Before Clare can ask again, “No problem Sis. I'm always happy to take care of both girls. I know surgery day is rough on you guys, so I'll figure a normal drop off and pick up for both of them... unless I get a call from the school.” I chuckle to myself.
That little imp has been playing me all along, and now I've fallen into her trap with both feet.
Clare, on her end of the line, sighs with relief, “Thanks Jack. You're a lifesaver. Also, Bella is starting to complain about not getting enough time with Uncle Jack. I think you'll need to plan an 'overnighter' just for her. Just a warning!” she laughs knowing how much her girls like staying with their uncle.
After our call ends, I go over to the couch, and sit down with a frustrated huff. Feeling my Irish whiskey, I lay back thinking how bad I've screwed up. All because I'm such a horny bastard. Well... no matter, tomorrow will be an interesting day no doubt. I wonder what little miss innocent will try, and when I'll get the call to come pick her early from school. I cringe at the thought. Hell, maybe her Mother's talk with her, will discourage her from wanting anything to do with me... like sex or something. But that's just wishful thinking on my part. Tomorrow afternoon, before Bella gets here, will be quite interesting.
Before I go to bed, I call into work, and put myself on the sick list. I also sent my assistant a quick note telling him he's in charge for the day. Last, I give him a list of meetings he will need to attend in my stead, and what software updates need to be installed by the end of business.
I set my alarm for 6 am, crawl into a cold bed, and soon fall asleep.
A School Pick-up Surprise
Morning comes with the insistent beeping of my alarm clock. I reach over, and with a groan... turn it off. After lying there for a few minutes, I get up and walk into the bathroom to take care of my morning business. After a quick shower, I get dressed for the day. No use getting on something other than a t-shirt and a pair of sports shorts. I finish with some ankle socks and my running shoes. Now as ready as I can get, I settle in to wait for Brya's inevitable phone call.
I grab a quick breakfast, and head into my small home office. I turn everything 'On', including plugging my laptop into the docking station. I can do most things from here... except the physical stuff necessary to update a computer, or hold the hand of some 'Suit' that thinks he's better than me.
Anyway... I check for any new emails and meeting updates. I take care of the ones I can, and send the rest to my assistant. I'm actually able to get quite a bit done before Brya has the school call me at home. Now what should I do... play along, or give her what she wants?
As soon as the phone rings, I look at the 'Caller ID', even though I know who's on the line... sure enough it's the 'Long Island Academy for the Gifted'.
It's 11:54 am... perfectly timed by my little minx, “Hello, this is Jack Reynolds.”
“Hello, Mr. Reynolds... This is Assistant Principal Holly Ward from the 'Long Island Academy for the Gifted'. I'm afraid Brya is feeling a bit under the weather. Nothing to be concerned with, just a 24 hour bug, or maybe something she ate didn't agree with her. She's still with the school nurse, but should be coming down to the office shortly.” she concludes efficiently.
“Humm... thanks Miss Ward! Brya's Mom and I thought she might not make it through the day. She wasn't feeling well after school yesterday... but seemed okay this morning.” I halt momentarily before continuing, “I need to throw on a pair of blue jeans and get an 'Uber'... I should be there in about 10 or 15 minutes.”
“Great... that will be fine, Mr. Reynolds. I'll call the nurse and let Brya know you're on the way! Thanks so much. Brya is such a good student. Her teachers talk about her all the time.” she finishes.
After a few more pleasantries we conclude the call. I immediately called Fred and had him contact one of our 'On Call' Uber drivers. Hanging up the phone, I rush to get dressed before the 'Uber' arrives. A few minutes later, dressed and ready to go, Fred calls up.
I grab my wallet and cell phone, before heading out the door. I'm soon in the 'Uber' heading towards Brya's school. The whole way there I try to gain control of my growing excitement. I'm pretty sure Brya will want to mess around this afternoon, but how far is she willing, or able to go. She's a decently developed eleven-year-old, whose flower is just now starting to bloom.
Then there's her mother, she caught us yesterday. Caught... we were caught with Brya covered in my cum. Clare is very accepting, but this is still her oldest daughter. Not a good situation, so not only do I have to deal with my horny eleven-year-old niece, but maybe a hyper protective mother as well...
My mental musing comes to an abrupt halt, as the 'Uber' driver slows to a stop in front of Brya's school. This is quite the fancy place. The school is located in a turn of the century hotel that has been renovated to accommodate a school for the 'gifted' children that attend here. Brya is scheduled to graduate high school 3 to 4 years early and her sister Bella will start here next year. I'll have both of them in the fall. What a deal two young preteen hotties to complicate my life.
I take a few deep calming breaths, before I open the door and walk up the sidewalk between the perfectly manicured lawn. Pots and flower beds of blooming flowers add just the right amount of color to the immaculate landscaping. This place is expensive, but it's also subsidized by some of the elite colleges and universities around the world. I know that Brya's educational costs are considerably less than those of other students.
I stop at the door and ring the buzzer. A woman's voice answers almost immediately!
“Yes, how may I help you?” she asks.
“Hi... My name is Jack Reynolds. I'm here to pick up my niece Brya. I received a call from Assistant Principal Holly Ward.” I replied quickly.
The lock on the door clicks, and I walk into the foyer. I mosey up to the second door and wait for it to click too. Once inside I walk to my right towards the 'Administration Office'.
Slowing at the door I look through the antique oak framed glass door. There sitting directly across from the door is Brya. She is sitting on a long oak bench looking fabulous in her short school uniform skirt and white blouse. Glancing casually at an occupied office worker standing at the 'Reception' counter, Brya slowly spreads her shapely legs. Even in the dim light of the office, I can clearly see the pale white pantie less skin of Brya's small hairless pussy.
What I'm not expecting is the ruby red jeweled flange of my girlfriend Jenna's tear drop butt plug. It's nestled lewdly between Brya's heart-shaped ass cheeks. Trying not to go all ape shit on Brya, I simply shake my head slowly from side to side. My deeply furrowed brow and the grim frown on my face are enough to get her undivided attention. Brya seeing my wrath quickly closes her widely spread legs. Adjusting the hem of her skirt, she cringes at the anger written on my face.
I pause a moment longer trying to regain control of myself both physically and emotionally. I'm only able to regain a fraction of my emotional control... I'm one mighty pissed off uncle. She's in some deep shit and knows it. The damage done, she slumps forward, dejected that her surprise has failed so miserably.
The problem is Brya's lewd enticement has worked to perfection... I'm hard as a rock; the painfully swollen tube of flesh is extremely uncomfortable in my tight blue jeans.
I reach down and open the door... As nonchalantly as possible I walk into the office oooh, so slowly and belly up to the old oak counter.
The office worker looks up from her stack of paper, “Oooh, sorry! You must be Brya's Uncle Jack. I'm glad to meet you. Holly said you would be stopping by to pick up Brya.” she tells me looking over at Brya, “Brya, dear are you okay! You're looking much worse...! Do you want me to call the nurse?”
Brya nearly in tears, “No, Mrs. Smith! I'm fine... I just need to go home and get some rest.” she chokes out.
Without looking at Brya, Mrs. Smith slides a log book towards me, “Mr. Reynolds would you please sign Brya out for today. She's such a dear... always happy and smart as a whip. Everyone likes her bubbly caring nature. You're helping raise a wonderful young woman!”
I reach for the log book and a pen, “Thank you Mrs. Smith. I agree with you... Brya is usually a caring, well behaved young lady. But there are moments when she screws up. I hope she's learned some discretion today... Yes, discretion! Indiscriminate exhibitionism can lead to some undesirably painful conclusions.” I offer, talking to Brya and a very confused Mrs. Smith.
Still at a loss, Mrs. Smith pulls the log book back across the counter, “Uuum, an interesting thought Mr. Reynolds. But I don't see how it's applicable.” she shakes her head again, looking over at a mournful looking Brya, “I hope Brya is better by tomorrow!” she stops and looks from Brya to me.
Before turning, “Thank you Mrs. Smith... I think Brya will be back in school tomorrow morning. Won't you Brya!”
Brya looked up, “Yes, Uncle Jack! Can we go home now?” she asks dismally.
I smile at Mrs. Smith, turn and give Brya another stern look. She gets up slowly and walks towards the door.
Brya, stopping at the last moment, looks over at Mrs. Smith, “Thank you! I'm fine really, just tired. I'll see you tomorrow.”
With that, I open the door and we walk out into the lobby like entrance into the school. We move slowly towards the doors to the outside.
Once outside Brya turns towards me, “I'm sorry Uncle Jack! I just got so excited I wasn't thinking clearly. Please don't be mad at me... please?” she asks softly.
I reach out my arm and she quickly rushes in to give me a big hug, “It's okay... everyone gets a freebie, that was yours. Don't ever do that kind of thing again. One mistake and I won't be able to see you again... It's that simple, okay!” I scold.
Clinging to me, Brya asks, “Okay Uncle Jack! Can we still go home and mess around before Bella gets there?”
Considering how horny I am, the answer is quite simple... except Brya needs to worry for a few minutes, “I'll think about it... Okay!”
We climb into the 'Uber' that's been waiting, and off we go back to my condo. Brya is definitely all hands off on the way home. Just as we pull up to my building, I reach out to softly caress the soft white skin of her exposed thigh. My touch lingering just above her knee, I let my hand slide upwards toward the preteen honey pot between her legs. Just for a second I leave my hand there, before I see Fred walking crisply towards our car.
Brya, smiling coyly, opens her legs with just a hint of shy acceptance. When Fred opens the door I pull my hand back, before he can see my inappropriate touch. Brya holding her hand out to Fred, scoots with lady-like preciseness across the seat. Using a lithe feline-like grace, she steps out of the car to stand beside Fred.
They instantly start chatting about school and why she's home early. Listening to their friendly banter, I pay the 'Uber' driver giving him a good tip for waiting. Exiting the car, Fred and Brya are holding hands while moving towards the door into our building. Fred is totally smitten by Brya's girlish charm... and who wouldn't be. He's just another victim of this preteen force of nature.
I walk into the building totally forgotten by the two in front of me. Even as we wait patiently for the elevator to come down to the lobby, little miss friendly is continuing to wrap Fred around her little finger. They are quite the matched pair... both like to chat and the topic doesn't seem to matter.
As the elevator doors open, Brya stands on her tippy toes to give Fred a little girl peck on the cheek. Fred turning beet red, reluctantly lets go of her hand.
Inside the elevator we hear Fred say, “Thank you Miss Brya for tolerating a lonely old man.”
With the doors closing, Brya calls out, “You're the best Fred! Thanks for everything...”
Go to part 3.