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Jesse (M/f-teen, inc, ped)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
***
A young girl is sent to live with a relative; for her own
good. The best laid plans.... This story is based in
truth. The names, ages, places, heck even the hair color
was changed to protect the guilty.
***
I checked my watch again. It must have been for the
hundredth time. I hate airports. Almost as much as
hospitals. I sat at gate B14 waiting for Jesse to arrive.
I shared my seat with a two-foot, stuffed panda. If I
heard one more old lady say, "oh, how cute!" I was going
to punch someone. It had been a last minute purchase at
one of the overpriced stores in the concourse. I'd seen a
young girl with tears in her eyes, hugging a stuffed
animal and had decided at that moment that I would get
one.
I tried to remember how long it had been since I'd seen
my niece. Two, no three years. I pictured the little
urchin I remembered. She had a shock of flaming red hair;
a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose; and
piercing grey eyes. All of those traits came from her
hot-blooded Irish mother.
My brother was a small mousy brown haired man, and
luckily, had apparently not contributed any of his
genetic material to his children. Jesse was the youngest.
She had been a late child. My brother and his wife had
been into their forties when she was born. She was twelve
years younger than her next older sibling and twenty
years younger than her oldest.
I knew how she felt. I had been the late child in my
family. My father had been fifty when I was born, and my
mother in her mid forties. I had a nephew, my older
brother's son, who was actually older than I. It made for
weird conversation. I had been in high school when Jesse
was born. And I had live with my brother and his family
while I went to Boston College. I had traded baby-sitting
for room and board.
I had found a job at the Boston Herald upon graduation
and had lived in the old neighborhood. My apartment had
been two houses down from my brother's house and I had
spent a lot of time with him and his family; watching the
Bruins and the Celtics on television; drinking beer and
arguing loudly. We were the average Irish Catholic
family. Jesse had been my little treasure.
I had doted on her every time I saw her. I guess we had
something in common, being the youngest in our respective
families and both being late children. She had adored me,
and when I had taken the job in LA. She had cried and
cried. That had been three years ago. I couldn't remember
how old she was and cursed myself for it.
The call from my brother had taken me by surprise. I had
just settled down to watch the Red Sox play the Angels
when he had called to ask a favor. He wanted to know if I
would be willing to take Jesse for the summer. I was
going to say no, but there was something desperate in his
voice.
It had taken a lot of prompting, but he had finally told
me that they had wanted to get her away from the
neighborhood for a while. It seemed that a lot of bad
things were happening and they thought some time away
might help. I told him that being single wouldn't allow
me to supervise her as much as she probably needed, but
he practically begged and so I had agreed.
Now, I sat at LAX awaiting her late arrival. I had begun
to doze off when a garbled voice announced the arrival of
United flight 2201 direct from Boston by way of Chicago's
O'hare International. I've never understood how they can
call a flight direct if it stops on the way. Just because
you don't get off the plane doesn't mean it's direct. I
reminded myself to write an article about that. I knew
that Wally, my editor would grouse about it, but
eventually he would relent.
I stood and joined the milling crowd at the door to the
jetway. We all tried to make it as hard as possible for
people to disembark. I watched the first creased and
ruffled passengers rush out of the jetway. These were
mostly businessmen who appeared to have only five minutes
to reach somewhere before it blew up. After them came the
tow headed surfers. Those blonde haired guys who wear
shorts at all times of the year and look like they really
didn't need the plane to fly.
The people around me started peeling away as their long
awaited friends and family appeared. There were
screeches, and embraces, and a lot of back slapping. The
passengers all had dopey eyed grins and looked like the
first thing they wanted to do was brush their teeth. I
waited patiently for my little niece to appear. I thought
she probably would be escorted by a flight attendant as
I'd seen many times before.
The number of passengers flowing out of the gate began to
dwindle and I felt a slight twinge in my stomach. I
double checked my note to make sure I had the correct
flight, as I'd done several times before. Another clot of
people emerged and I looked up to check them out. As my
head worked its way from person to person it stopped to
admire the jeans clad ass of the young woman who had just
disembarked. She was talking to a tall young man with
movie star looks. I took my time as I ogled her butt and
her narrow waist.
I noticed that she had long flaming red hair that came to
the middle of her back. It was thick and wavy. I craned
my neck sideways a bit so that I could get a look at her
face. I wanted to know if she looked as good from the
front as from the rear. Her hair prevented me from
getting a look at her face, but I got a glance at the
swell of youthful breasts.
I tore my gaze away as more people disembarked, but found
no niece among them. I decided to do something other than
just stand there. I walked over to the small carousel
where the airline employees assigned seating and
grudgingly provided other assistance. I told an attendant
that I was expecting my young niece to be arriving on
that flight and wondered if the children needing
assistance were the last to disembark.
The attendant clacked a few computer keys and then ran
his finger down the screen. He looked up and in a
condescending voice informed me there were no
unaccompanied children listed on the manifest. I furrowed
my brow and tried to think of another question to ask
when a voice behind me said:
"Uncle Bob?"
I turned around and was struck speechless. I was looking
at the young woman that I had been scoping out earlier.
There was no mistaking those piercing grey eyes and that
dusting of freckles, but the rest of her was alien to me.
How could she have grown up so quickly. Certainly, it had
only been three years since I'd last seen her.
I was in such shock that the first words out of my mouth
were, "Where in the hell did you get that body?"
Jesse's face crinkled up into a big grin and she came and
wrapped her arms around me. I returned the hug, but felt
awkward. I hadn't adjusted to her looking that way yet.
She moved back to arms length and looked at me.
"God! You're still as handsome as I remember you. You
must be having a wild time in LA?"
She finally noticed the stuffed animal which hung by my
side and she looked up at me and laughed.
"I have a feeling this isn't what you expected?" She
asked me.
"Hell no!" I told her. "The last time I saw you. You were
just a little skinny redheaded tomboy. I can not believe
it's been that long since I last saw you. God, you look
like you should be in college and I didn't even think you
were in high school yet."
"Gee, uncle Bob. I'm fourteen now. Of course I'm in high
school."
"Fourteen! You look like you're twenty!" I blustered.
Things that my brother had said began to make sense now.
The reasons why he had wanted to get her away from
Boston. To get her away from trouble. Unfortunately, he
hadn't told me that she was the trouble. No wonder all
the bad boys were hanging around. A myriad of thoughts
ran through my mind. All the cute things I'd planned for
her this summer just flew out the window. I'd have to
call my buddy Frank up and tell him to cancel those play
dates with his daughter. I wondered if they still sold
chastity belts.
I laughed to myself and put my arm around Jesse's
shoulders.
"Come on niece. Let's go get your luggage."
I stayed back from the throng of people at the luggage
carousel and watched Jesse as she hopped from foot to
foot as she waited for her luggage to make its way around
to her. She kept looking back at me and smiling. I
noticed the attention that the young men, and some of the
older, paid her. I found it hard not to ogle her ass. It
was round, and pert, and perfect.
Those tight blue jeans and the body shirt she wore didn't
hurt her appearances either. I couldn't believe my
sister-in-law had allowed her to wear that. I watched as
two strapping young men jumped to her aid as she
struggled with a large suitcase. Her smile was like the
sun as she thanked them both. She looked over at me and
waggled her eyebrows. She knew the effect she had on men
and she was using it quite well. Hell, I knew the effect
she was having on me and she was my niece.
We finally got her three pieces of luggage onto a cart
and pushed it out to the loading zone. I told her to wait
and jogged over to where I had parked my car. I thanked
God for having bought an SUV, because those bags wouldn't
have fit into anything smaller. I pulled around to the
loading zone and glared back at the cop who was trying to
get me to drive through.
"No parking buddy!" He informed me.
"How about loading? Is that allowed?" I retorted and he
walked my way. I saw his eyes catch the Press Permit on
my windshield and he muttered and turned away to make
someone else's life miserable.
I turned and found Jesse surrounded by three young men in
sailor uniforms. She was giggling at something one of
them said and was shaking her head no. I walked up and
they scattered as they saw me approaching. I trundled her
bags over to the hatch back and hoisted the equivalent of
another car into the back of mine. Jesse settled into the
passenger seat and we wended our way through the throng
of cars, which were jockeying for a place to park. I saw
my buddy the cop with his foot up on some hapless guy's
bumper as he wrote up a summons. The guy was walking in a
tight circle behind the cop as he raged about the ticket.
"Real friendly town, uncle Bob," Jesse said and I noticed
for the first time that she had a deep smoky quality to
her voice. I felt a shiver run up my spine.
"You talking about the cop or about the sailors?" I asked
her.
I saw her grinning out of the corner of my eye as she
responded, "Both!"
We drove on in silence for awhile as I headed for Anaheim
and my condo. She started asking me about LA and where I
lived exactly and finally I found some trace of the
little girl I knew as she showed excitement over the fact
that it wasn't far to Disney Land. She asked about my job
and was happy to hear that I had made arrangements with
my editor to do a lot of telecommuting this summer so
that we could spend a lot of time together.
She asked about beaches and I told her the nearest one
was quite a ways away, but that we had a pool at the
building and she could get some sun there. She grinned
and said that being a red head didn't go too well with
the sun, but that she liked to swim and would enjoy the
pool. We chatted about nonsensical things. She told me
about how things were changing back home.
The neighborhood was being gentrified. There was even a
Starbuck's on the corner now where the old grocery store
had been. I told her I was surprised to hear it and that
from what her father had told me the neighborhood had
been going to hell in a hand basket. She smiled and told
me that her parents didn't have a very good grasp on
life. She said they spent all their time in the house
like a couple of hermits. I finally got up the nerve to
ask about the trouble she was supposedly in and she
barked a laugh.
"Mom caught me and Joey Delfonte making out in the parlor
one night and she freaked out," Jesse said.
"Big Joey Delfonte?" I asked her, picturing my high
school buddy.
"No, uncle Bob! Jeeze. Give me a little respect, " she
said and gave me a look that didn't bode well for my
mental hearth. "It was little Joey."
"Little Joey!" I said in amazement. "I didn't realize he
was old enough to 'make out'."
"We're in the same class, uncle Bob. Jeeze, you have been
away for awhile haven't you?" She said.
"Yeah, I guess. Oh, and do me a favor," I told her.
"Yeah?" she asked warily.
"Stop saying 'Jeeze'. I hate that."
"Okay," she laughed.
I asked her if she was hungry and she told me she was
famished. I told her it was too late to cook and offered
to stop anyplace she wanted to. She said a burger would
be fine and I pulled into a Carl's Jr, which was a dozen
blocks from the condo. She asked me what a Carl's Jr. was
and I told her to picture McDonald's or Burger King
except with better burgers. We ordered a couple of
specials and she opted for a chocolate shake. We sat and
talked about family as she wolfed down her sandwich. I
took smaller bites of mine and before I could finish she
was poaching from my french fries.
"Aren't you worried about getting fat?" I asked her and
realized I'd have to brush up on things not to say to
young girls.
She didn't appear to take offense and told me she had
good genes. I asked if they were Levis and she laughed at
the inane joke. She must have been tired. She thrust her
arms up into the air and stretched. It was then that I
realized she wasn't wearing a bra. The cotton body shirt
pressed into her breasts and I could make out the faint
outline of her aureole and her large nipples. Her breasts
were unbelievably round and I was amazed at their shape;
especially now that I knew she wasn't wearing a bra.
I felt the familiar tingle in my crotch that foretold the
beginning of an erection and I quickly did some
multiplication tables until it subsided. She blinked her
eyes and I noticed they had taken on the bleary look of
exhaustion. I hustled her out to the vehicle and drove
the short distance to my condo building. We went through
the security gate to the garage and I had to wake her
after I turned off the engine. I lugged out two of her
suitcases and she said nothing of importance was in the
last so I said I'd come down to get it in the morning or
after she'd gone to bed.
She marveled at the elevator and was even more impressed
that I lived on the top floor. The elevator doors opened
onto a windowed wall and she oohed and aahed at the view.
There were only two condos on the top floor and I led her
off to the right. I unlocked the door and keyed off the
alarm; then I gave her the nickel tour.
The entryway was a short hallway with a sideboard and
coat rack. A narrow archway on the right opened onto the
dining room and a wider one on the left onto the living
room. I pointed out a door in the far corner of the
living room and told her that that was the den and where
I did my work. I told her there was a computer in there
if she was so inclined. The next door on the right opened
up onto the kitchen and Jesse oohed at all the brushed
aluminum.
On the right again, the next door opened onto a full
bathroom and I told her it was the one she would use. I
apologized that she didn't have direct access from her
bedroom, which was the last door on the right. I thought
her eyes were going to pop out of her head as she looked
at the guest bedroom.
When I had learned of Jesse's coming, I had talked one of
the woman who worked on the 'Living' section of the paper
to help me furnish and decorate the room. I had wanted to
go with pink frills and stuffed animals, but Joanne had
looked at me in derision and had taken over. All the
furniture was white birch. The dresser, vanity, night
stands, four posted bed, and even the antique style hope
chest at the foot of the bed.
Joanne had found some old hand made loop rugs and
scattered them about. There was a five foot cheval mirror
next to the vanity and a small cabinet which contained a
stereo system and supported a television set. The only
part of the decorating she had condescended to letting me
do was the bedclothes. I had chosen matching off white
material for the canopy and the duvet. The bed sheets
were a salmon color and the comforter was a watered silk
material rendered in white also.
Jesse walked over to the bed and passed her hand over the
comforter. She turned towards me and a large grin lit up
her face. She ran into my arms and gave me a big hug. I
felt her lithe body press against mine and her breasts
squashed against my chest. I felt a tremble work up my
legs and then along my spine. Her impact on me was
amazing. She released me and took another look around.
"Oh! Uncle Bob, it's amazing. I love it. Did you do this
for me? Wow! Wait until I tell the girls back home about
this."
"Well, I had a woman from work do it. You're lucky. I was
going to decorate the room in pinks and with stuffed
animals."
She laughed and shook her head. "You really thought I was
still a little girl didn't you?"
"I wouldn't exactly say that fourteen is all grown up. No
matter what the outside looks like."
"Oh my God! Uncle Bob, you're blushing. That's so cool.
My uncle is blushing," she teased. "So you think I look
hot huhn?"
"That's a hell of a question to ask your uncle," I told
her and suppressed a smile. "Where do you want these?" I
asked her indicating the two bags I'd shlepped up the
elevator. I had dropped them next to the chest of drawers
and she told me that that was fine.
"What about the rest of the tour?" She asked me.
"Well, there's only my room left, but if you want to see
it it's the last door on the left."
We trooped down to my room. Half of it was bedroom and
the other half exercise room. I had a large brass bed and
dark mahogany furniture. My floor was carpeted in a beige
Berber. At the other end of the room there was an
exercise bike, a Stairmaster, a universal gym, and some
free weights.
"Not bad," Jesse said, "except for the whole gym decor.
Not very romantic, uncle Bob."
I showed her how a couple of unfolding panels could be
used to separate the work out area from the rest of the
room and she accepted that. She yawned and said she would
be getting ready for bed. It was almost ten and that made
it about one a.m. her time. I told her I would go down
and get the last suitcase now while I still had energy
left.
I rode down the elevator and thought about the last
couple of hours. There was a nagging thought at the back
of my mind that said this would be an adventurous summer.
I had a feeling I would be playing chaperon more than I
would uncle. Jesse was an amazing looking girl. No! She
was beyond amazing. She was one in a million.
I saw amazing women everyday as I roamed the streets of
LA, and its surroundings. Hundreds of gorgeous young
women who came to LA in search of fame and fortune. But,
few of them had the natural qualities that Jesse had. I
bet she could crook a finger at any man and have him
eating out of her hand in moments. God! That ripe figure
and that long full mane of hair. Those beguiling grey
eyes and those luscious lips.
I shook my head as I realized I was drooling over my
fourteen year old niece. I got the bag out of the vehicle
and went back up to the condo. I let myself in and huffed
and puffed down to her room. The door was ajar and I
pushed it open. My mouth opened and I dropped the
suitcase onto the floor.
Jesse had been in the act of bending over to get
something out of another of the bags and her back was to
me. At first I thought she had nothing on, but I realized
then that she was wearing thong underwear. Nevertheless,
I was faced with the perky ass which I'd been ogling all
night. Jesse stood up and whipped around to see me
standing there with mouth agape.
"Uncle Bob," she chastised me lightly, "we're going to
have to learn to knock aren't we."
"Uh.. I'm, uh... sorry, Jesse. I'm not used to having
anyone staying with me," I stuttered. My eyes were
riveted on her body. She was wearing only bra and
panties. The bra was a lacy see through affair and I
could easily discern her large pink nipples and aureole.
Her panties were a mere whisp of material and I could
plainly see the curls of ruddy hair pressed inside. I
tore my eyes away finally and looked up to see a smiling
Jesse.
"Seen enough?" She asked and approached me. I backed up
as she came nearer and then the door swung shut in my
face. I heard a soft chuckle from the other side of it.
I turned and walked into the living room. I walked over
to the wet bar and poured myself a scotch neat. I dropped
down onto the sofa and took a healthy swig. The image of
her was burned into my memory. I was a lost man and I
knew it. How many times had I seen a woman and felt the
desire to see her naked. Not to touch or to make love to,
but just to enjoy what must have been an incredible
sight.
There was nothing like the naked female form. The soft
contours, the glowing skin that you just knew would feel
like silk, and the long legs. I shuddered at the yearning
that passed through my body. And now, I told myself, I
would have such a woman in my home.
No, not a woman, I reminded myself, but a girl. A
fourteen year old girl with the body that God had
intended for a grown woman. I knew that I would be
watching her every move. Her every twist and turn. Her
every fold and tuck. The toss of her hair. I raised my
glass and drained it. I felt the whiskey burn down my
throat and explode into my stomach. I sighed. Sleep would
not come easily this night.
I awoke the next morning and realized I was still on the
sofa. I stretched and listened for what had awoken me. I
knew my waking wasn't natural and suddenly the clink of a
glass enforced the thought. I stood and stretched. I went
over the west wall of the living room, which was made
entirely of smoked glass and looked out over downtown
Anaheim and out towards the Pacific.
It was still very early and the shadows were long. I
watched as the glass in the taller buildings exploded
with reflected light from the rising sun. The buildings
seemed to catch on fire as their windows glowed in whites
and burnished copper. I hadn't lived here long enough to
become jaded about the view and I drank it in.
"Wow!" Came a comment from behind me and I turned to find
Jesse a few steps away. She held a glass of juice in her
hand which she proffered to me. I mumbled my thanks and
took it. She stood next to me and we watched the effects
of the rising sun. It looked as though the iridescent
light was leaping from building to building like a living
thing.
In a matter of minutes the sun had risen high enough that
the effect was dispelled. Jesse sighed and turned away. I
watched her retreating back. She wore a long sweat shirt
that came down to mid thigh and rendered her formless.
She had pulled her amazing mop of hair to the back of her
head and tied it into a pony tail high up in back, which
caused it to swoop up and then cascade down. It reminded
me of the old song that the 'Big Bopper' used to sing -
Chantilly Lace.
I followed her into the kitchen and saw that she had
found everything she needed. She sat at the small table
and ate a bowl of cereal. I noticed the coffee maker was
finishing its cycle and I grabbed a cup.
I hesitated before grabbing another and I looked over at
her. She read my mind and shook her head no. I poured
myself a cup and then sweetened and lightened it. I sat
across from her and joined her in companionable silence.
She raised her left leg and tucked it in under the right
one. I watched the girlish maneuver and then tore my eyes
away. I was sure I'd seen the coppery curls of pubic
hair. Was it wishful thinking or had I actually seen it.
I felt my cock stir and could do nothing about it.
"I'm uh.. going to go and get the paper," I told her and
spun around quickly to hide my arousal.
I went down to the lobby and found my copy of the Times.
I opened it as I took the elevator back up and looked at
the local section to see which of my columns had been
resurrected during my absence. A small blurb at the top
of my column explained that I was taking a short vacation
and that I would be back the following week.
Below that was an old piece I had done on people who
built their homes on the sides of hills and then crossed
their fingers whenever it rained. I had taken a lot of
flack on that one and expected the paper was hoping to
resurrect the antagonism. Whatever sold papers was their
motto.
I wandered back into the kitchen and sat down again. I
offered part of the paper to Jesse and she took the
entertainment section. I reached for my cup of coffee and
stopped with my hand in mid air. She had unfolded the
section and was holding it between us. She had brought
both legs up and was now sitting in one of those
impossible yoga positions that only women can do.
Her sweat shirt was stretched across her thighs and
everything underneath it was visible. And I mean
everything. She wore no panties and her cunt was sitting
there like an orange waiting to be peeled. She had a
small mass of hair above her slit, and I couldn't tell if
it had been trimmed or was just sparse. Her outer lips
were fat and pouty. I was amazed that her legs being
spread like that didn't cause her cunt to gape open, but
it appeared tightly sealed. Even so, I felt my cock
stiffen once again and I tore my eyes away.
"I uh.. better take a shower," I mumbled as I rose and
held the paper in front of my evident tumescence.
Jesse looked up from her section with a look of innocence
on her face and said she would wait until I was done. I
walked away and felt her stare scorch me between the
shoulders. I wondered if that had been on purpose or if
she hadn't realized what she was doing. I knew very few
women whose every move wasn't calculated. A thought
started to form in my mind. I wondered if she was trying
to seduce me. Had her show the previous evening been an
accident or had it been planned? And what about this
morning?
I shook my head and told myself I was an idiot. She was
only a fourteen year old girl after all. I didn't think
she had learned to be that devious yet. I stripped and
walked into my shower. I turned the water on and
shuddered under the initial jets of cold water. I stood
in the middle and let the three shower heads bombard me
with pulses of warm water. I reached down and grabbed a
hold of my swollen cock and started gently stroking back
and forth.
I watched the swollen head as it was revealed and then
hidden again by the rolling of my foreskin. My hand began
to move faster as my cock throbbed with pleasure. I
thought of Jesse and of her body. I pictured her young
cunt and the pleasure it might hold. I pictured myself
probing her young cunt with my tongue and then my cock.
I groaned loudly as jet after jet of cum flew out of my
cock and splashed onto the shower floor. I placed a hand
on the shower wall and leaned onto it as I milked the
last drops out of my slowly deflating cock. I told myself
I was a pervert and started to soap up my sponge.
I came out of my room freshly scrubbed and casually
dressed. I found Jesse in the kitchen putting the dishes
into the washer. She told me she'd take her shower now
and I sat down to a second cup of coffee. A few moments
later I was called upon for assistance.
I went into the large bathroom and found her standing in
front of the shower. She told me she didn't know how to
work it and wondered which shower head she was supposed
to stand under. I showed her how to pull out the knob and
turn it to the right to control the temperature. I told
her the other knob would cause the stream to change from
spray to massage and she looked at me in wonder. She
asked why the shower and bath were separate and I
chuckled.
I told her the large bath tub was also a Jacuzzi and she
practically drooled. I left her to her devices and as I
turned to close the door I caught a glimpse of her terry
cloth robe sliding off of her body and a swollen breast
came into view. I closed the door and leaned my forehead
onto it. Lord! I told myself. What was this young girl
doing to me. Didn't she know I was only human. I also
couldn't believe that my cock was rising once again.
I nursed my coffee as I finished reading the morning news
and then wandered into my den to work on a new column. I
had promised Wally at least three columns for the next
week and so far I hadn't even written one. I remembered
the morning's blaze of glory and started a column on the
possibility that the smog in LA.. was getting better. I
called a friend at UCLA and got a promise from her for
some hard data on the subject. It felt good to be working
and I was happily concentrating when a shadow fell across
my door and I looked up to find Jesse standing there.
"I wondered where you'd gotten off to," she told me and
came in and sat in the other chair. "So, this is where
you work?"
"Sometimes," I told her, "but mostly I work at the
office. I do a lot of editing and research for some of
the feature writers."
She nodded her head, but I could tell she didn't really
understand what I meant. I wrote a column for the local
section of the Times and on Sundays my column was
syndicated, which had meant a lot more money and a lot
less work, but it hadn't made me rich just comfortable.
So, I needed to continue doing some of the menial tasks
that every journalist has to. A lot of footwork and
research. Talking to people who all had better things to
do than tell a brash reporter those mundane facts that
added up to a good piece. I thought about explaining this
to her, but figured I'd save her from the boring details.
Jesse had dried and brushed her hair. She had pulled it
all back and it hung down her back and was held together
by one of those colorful elastic things. She wore a crop
top which presented her breasts for everyone to ogle and
also a pair of tight cut offs. I had wondered where to
take her that day and her attire helped me decide.
"How would you like to drive over to Venice Beach?" I
asked her.
"You mean that place you always see on TV with the girls
in bikinis on roller blades and stuff?" She asked
enthusiastically.
"That's the one," I told her. "Give me a second to dress
down and I'll be ready to go."
"Should I bring anything?" She asked as she followed me
to my room. "Like a swim suit or something?"
"If you want. We could spend some time on the beach."
She rushed out and I changed into shorts and a sleeveless
tee shirt and sandals. I wore my swim suit under my
shorts. I grabbed a couple of beach towels from within my
closet and rummaged around for some sun block. I went out
and found Jesse standing by the door. She had put on a
ball cap and she was as cute as a button. Well actually,
she was as hot as the sun, but I tried to focus away from
those thoughts.
I followed her tight little ass to the elevator and she
vibrated with anticipation as we rode down to my vehicle.
We piled in and drove away. Jesse was surprised at how
long it took to get there. She ventured as how the movies
always made it seem like Hollywood and Venice Beach and
everything else were like side by side. It was a glorious
day and I knew that she wouldn't be disappointed. I found
a parking lot not far from the beach and mortgaged my
home for an all day parking spot. I grabbed the beach
towels and we headed out.
We walked between a couple of buildings and came out onto
the main causeway. There were already throngs of people
milling about. Tourists who came to ogle the locals, and
locals who came to be ogled. Rows of small boutiques
lined the street and vendors hawked their wares.
Jesse clutched my arm as she took in the sights and
sounds. I looked at her and she looked back with a wide
smile and a gleam in her eyes. We stopped at various
boutiques so that she could look at swim suits and other
colorful items. I bought her a pair of sandals to replace
her sneakers and I carried the bag after she swapped
shoes. I watched as boys and men craned their necks to
look her up and down. I even saw one tourist get elbowed
by his wife as he gave Jesse a going over.
We stopped and watched a street performer juggle a
pumpkin, a half gallon of milk, and a chain saw. I gave
Jesse a dollar and she went over and dropped it into his
hat after he had finished his performance. Amid all the
tourists dropping coins into his hat he chose Jesse to
thank.
I watched as his eyes ate her up and I felt a twinge of
jealousy. We stopped to watch an artist render Mona Lisa
in chalk, then the ubiquitous mime who mimicked people as
they walked past. I'm always surprised when no one
punches these guys out, and it gave me an idea for
another column.
We finally made it to the beach and I spread out our
beach towels. It wasn't noon yet and the beach wasn't too
crowded. I slipped off my tee shirt and pants and lie
back to do some baking. I watched as Jesse shimmied out
of her cut offs to reveal a high cut bikini bottom, which
should have been against the law. At least it wasn't a
thong I told myself.
I heard a crash and turned to see two bicyclists
untangling their bikes. One guy was telling the other to
watch where he was going, but he stopped his harangue as
he looked over and saw what had distracted the first
cyclist. They both grinned and one said, "Damnnnnn!" I
turned to see Jesse peeling off her top to reveal the
almost nonexistent bikini top. Now that had to be a sin,
I told myself.
"Does you mother know you wear things like that?" I asked
her and she merely smiled at me.
She grabbed the sun lotion and started spreading it along
her long calves and thighs. I looked around and noticed
that there seemed to be a lot more beach goers around us
than before. She spread the lotion onto her midsection
and I looked back to the bike path and noticed that the
two cyclists had been joined by a handful of others. One
was a girl, and she leered openly. When Jesse moved her
oily hands up to rub lotion into her breasts there seemed
to be a collective sigh from around us.
"Here," Jesse said as he handed me the tube of lotion,
"do my back."
She rolled over onto her stomach and I looked down at her
luscious body. I poured lotion into my hand and I looked
up to see the anticipation on peoples' faces. I reached
down and smeared the lotion onto the back of her calves
and worked up onto her thighs. I spread the lotion on
liberally, remembering her statement about being a red
head.
I continued up her body and poured the cool lotion onto
the small of her back. Jesse giggled as the cool lotion
dripped onto her. I spread the lotion around and into the
top of her ass. Then I worked it up and onto her
shoulders. I took a breath as I finished and wondered how
long I'd been holding it. I realized that my cock was
hard as a rock and hoped that nobody noticed. The
bicyclists seemed disappointed that the show was over and
they slowly broke up and went their own ways.
"I've never seen that before," I told Jesse.
"What's that?" she mumbled from her position.
"How a girl could gather a crowd by stripping down to a
swimsuit. It's like something from a bad movie," I said
and lie onto my stomach to hide my cock.
Jesse turned her head my way and I looked into her grey
eyes as she said, "Men are like lemmings, uncle Bob."
I had a whole new understanding of my niece now. She was
very aware of her power and I had a feeling that she
didn't do anything without a reason.
"So. Tell me?" I asked her, "That little show last night
and this morning. Was that all for my benefit?"
I saw her lips curve into a smile and she turned her head
away without answering my question, but in doing so she
gave me all the answer I needed. A sudden flash of anger
washed over me and then I felt like laughing. With one
look, I had been lumped together with all the other
lemmings of my kind. And I knew she was right. I had
looked at her with wanting and not as an uncle, but it
had been inevitable. I told myself that I would try hard
to protect her, because she was probably doomed to follow
all the other women of her kind. They had the world in
their hands, but they always seemed to lose their grips
on it and it usually wound up crushing them.
The rest of the day continued in this idyllic fashion. We
sunned ourselves for awhile and then played in the water
to cool off. We wandered the beach and watched life
unfold around us. She was enraptured to find that there
was actually a muscle beach and she laughed in my ear as
she told me she thought they looked malformed. She was
surprised to see that some of the men working out were
celebrities. There was an actor from a popular lifeguard
show; a football player whose name she actually knew; and
a couple of guys she'd seen on professional wrestling.
I'd done a piece on wrestling once and one of the big
guys recognized me. He came over to say hello, but I knew
it was to get a closer look at Jesse. He flirted
shamelessly with her, but realized he was getting
nowhere. We said our good byes and moved along.
We rented some roller blades and laughed at our clumsy
efforts as more experienced skaters zoomed by us. Some of
them even going backwards. Jesse finally found some
worthwhile competition among the long legged beauties who
flitted about in their high cut bikinis. Jesse was
accepted among them as though she was a member of their
tribe. She stopped on occasion to pass the time of day
with some of the centerfold like beauties. They talked
and giggled like school girls.
I was amazed to find out that not a single one of the
girls we met was older than eighteen. I thought about how
I could turn this into a column. At one point Jesse stood
talking to four other girls and they all turned to look
in my direction. The girls twittered and one of them
waved at me. I waved back and felt like an exhibit at the
zoo.
I saw Jesse write something onto the palm of her hand and
wondered where the pen had come from. A couple of strange
images flashed through my head, but I pushed them aside.
Jesse came back over to me after a while and she sat down
and sipped at my soft drink.
"What was that all about?" I asked her and she looked at
me and smiled.
"They wanted to know who the hunk was. I told them you
were my rich boyfriend."
"Thanks," I said and then realized there was no reason to
feel cheapened.
"The one who waved wants to know if she can jump your
bones. She has a thing for older men," Jesse told me and
I looked over to find the busty blonde looking my way. I
smiled and she looked quickly away.
"Old men, huhn?" I asked.
"I said older men, uncle Bob. Gee! Don't get all
complexed on me. You're not old yet," she chided.
"No. But, being around you is making me feel like it," I
told her with a grin.
She giggled and looked at me for a moment before asking,
"What about a girlfriend? You got one, uncle Bob."
"No. No one that I see on a steady basis. I have a couple
of women friends that I date occasionally," I told her
and wondered where this was going.
"Hmmm," she wondered aloud, "what about uh... you know,
uh relief?"
"Relief," I chuckled, "what kind of question is that for
a fourteen year old to ask her thirty year old uncle?"
"I was just wondering," she pouted. "Mom says she thinks
you might be gay."
"She does, does she?" I asked and frowned. "Why does she
say that?"
"Mostly because you've never been married and because you
never had a steady girlfriend when you lived in Boston."
I was about to tell her that I had been too busy fucking
everything that moved to settle down with one girl, but
thought better of it. Since moving out to LA, I'd settled
down some and had a couple of women that I slept with
fairly often and every now and then there would be the
one night tryst, but no one had touched my I-want-to-
settle-down-with-one-woman nerve.
"Well, to answer your question, I have sex - with women -
on occasion and every now and then I go to one of those
Hollywood orgies."
Jesse's eyes opened wide until she realized I was pulling
her leg at which point she jabbed me in the ribs and
skated away before I could retaliate. I caught up to her
after a couple of blocks and she shrieked as I made a
grab for her. We played around like a couple of kids for
a while and then stopped to catch our breath. We made our
way back to the rental shop and we ransomed our valuables
with the return of our skates.
It was mid afternoon by then and I told her she looked
like she might have had too much sun, so we went back to
the car and drove back to the condo. She stretched in her
seat like some type of feline and said how much she'd
enjoyed our outing. She asked if we could go again and I
told her we could and we would.
I notice the writing in her palm and asked about it.
"It's that girl's phone number. She lives around here and
told me to call her when I have a chance and we could get
together. That's okay isn't it?" She asked and looked at
me with concern.
I took my eyes away from the road for a second and looked
back at her. "I suppose we should sit down and have a
talk about things when we get back. Sort of set up some
ground rules and stuff."
I noticed that her pouty lips took on and even more
pronounced nature and I sighed.
"Don't be like that," I told her, "your parents sent you
out here for me to look after you. I'm not going to just
stand back and let you go wild."
She turned her head and glared at me. "You're as bad as
my parents. You assume that I'm going to do something
wrong. Why do you all do that?"
"Jesse. You're fourteen years old. It's natural for
people who love you to be concerned over your welfare.
It's not that we don't trust you. It's just that there
are some evil things out there. Evil people. We just want
to set up boundaries so that you don't have to suffer
what thousands of other kids have had to find out on
their own."
She sulked some more and then she sighed and finally
replied. "I know. It's just that the way mom and dad did
it; it was like I was being punished all the time."
"I'm sorry," I told her, "I'll try not to make it seem
like that. As long as you don't leave the condo and are
in bed by ten. I'll be happy."
Jesse's head whipped around and her mouth opened to say
something before she realized I was once again teasing
her.
"Don't do that!" She cried out and punched me in the
shoulder.
"Hey!" I yelled back. "I'm driving here."
"Sorry," she said and gave me a fake pout of her luscious
lips, "but, you deserved that. And I'll give you some
more if you keep it up." I saw her bunch a fist and
threaten me with it and we laughed.
We gathered our belongings and rode up the elevator. The
doors opened at the lobby level and old Mrs. Iverson got
on. I introduced her to Jesse and told her she'd be
staying for the summer. I told Jesse that Mrs. Iverson
was the other person living on our floor. She and Jesse
made small talk on the way up and Jesse promised she
would go over and visit on some future occasion.
We went into the condo and Jesse headed for the shower,
as did I. I washed off the days accumulation of sun
lotion and grit and then dried myself off. I stepped out
of the bathroom and found Jesse standing in the open
doorway. Her eyes went down to my cock and she sucked in
her breath. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at my
face.
"I'm sorry, uncle Bob. I knocked, but I guess you didn't
hear me," she said. I saw her blush and she turned and
ran from my room.
I pulled on some pants and a fresh shirt and went out to
find her. Her door was closed and I thought I could hear
sobbing from within. I knocked on her door, but she
didn't respond so I knocked again. I heard some rustling
from within and then the door opened slowly. I looked at
my niece's tear stained face and her red eyes.
"I'm sorry, uncle Bob," she repeated, "don't be mad at
me."
"Hey! Hey!" I said and wrapped her in my arms. "What's
this all about? It wasn't that bad."
"I know. I guess everything finally just crashed down on
me. How come my parents don't love me any more?" She
asked me and pressed her face into my chest as she
sobbed.
"Ah, honey. They love you. They're just worried about you
that's all and they didn't know how to deal with your
growing up."
"But, they never made Mikey or Joey go away," she told
me, referring to her grown up brothers.
I remembered what a handful those two had been and
suddenly I realized that my brother and his wife really
didn't know how to deal with their children.
"Well, I think dealing with a couple of hellions like
your brothers was probably less of a problem for them
than dealing with this, " I told her and held her at arms
length and looked her up and down.
Jesse smiled at me through her tears and hugged me once
again. We stood there for a while until she finally let
me go and wiped away the last of her tears. Her eyes were
red and her lips were even puffier than usual if that
were possible.
"Now. What did you come looking for in my room?" I asked
her.
Jesse smiled and looked down at the floor. "I, uh.. I
wanted to ask if you had something for sunburn. I think
you were right about getting too much sun."
"Well, let's go see what I've got. I think I remember a
jar of Noxema that someone left here."
We went back into my bathroom and I opened the medicine
cabinet. There was a half used jar of the greasy ointment
in there and I gave it to Jesse. She asked if I could put
some onto her upper back and she turned and lowered her
terry cloth robe and exposed her shoulders and upper back
to me.
For some reason this affected me more than anything else
she'd done thus far and I felt my arousal surge into my
loins. I gently spread the lotion onto her pink skin and
she sighed as the cool ointment cooled it off. I spread
down as far as her shoulder blades and up onto her neck.
She moaned and told me how good it felt. I looked over
her shoulder and could see the swell of her breasts.
More than anything I'd ever wished for; I wanted that
robe to open so that I could see her bounty. She must of
felt my ardor as she pulled her robe up and thanked me
for my assistance. I whispered hoarsely that it was no
problem and she took the jar and left me with my swollen
cock.
As soon as my bedroom door closed, I unzipped my pants
and pulled out my hard-on. I wondered if I was going to
spend all summer trying to rub the skin off my cock and I
pumped it until sperm splashed into the sink. I leaned on
the sink for a while until I could think clearly again
and then tucked away my penis and went to see about
supper.
I went into the kitchen and found Jesse there. She was
wearing the top part of a two piece swim suit and I
thanked God that it did a good job of covering her tits.
She told me that this top was more comfortable with her
sunburn. She helped me throw together a salad and she
watched as I did a couple of steaks on the indoor grill.
We both tore into our dinners.
It had been a long day and we were both famished. We
talked about school and she told me about her friends and
which classes she liked and which teachers she hated. She
was doing well in school and hoped to get a scholarship
when the time came for her to go on to college. I finally
built up the nerve and finally asked her the question
that had been nagging at me since the previous day.
"Jesse? Do you have any problems because of the way you
uh... look?"
She looked up from her steak and looked into my eyes. I
read a book there and knew that this was a touchy
subject.
"I've.. I've only looked like this for about a year now,"
she told me. "When I left grammar school, I was just a
skinny kid without boobs. But, like in a year, everything
started growing and pushing out everywhere. For the
longest time, I felt like a freak. I thought people were
looking at me because I looked weird or something, but
then I slowly realized that that's not why they were
looking."
I stayed quiet and only nodded.
"Then people started doing weird things, you know. Like
boys I'd known my whole life had a hard time talking to
me and teachers would look at my boobs when they talked
to me. Some of them even said things that I realized they
shouldn't. You know like helping with my grades," Jesse
waggled her eyebrows as she said the last.
I nodded again and looked at her encouragingly.
"And then all these hunky guys started asking me out.
Gee, I was only thirteen and I'd never even been out on a
date and these guys in high school were stopping to talk
to me, and wanting me to go with them for a ride, or to
the movies, or to the beach. It was really wild. I was a
little scared at first, but I realized that I had this
strange power. I could tell guys to leave me alone and
they'd get all flustered and stuff. Or, I could look over
at someone and they'd come running over and ask me if I
needed anything."
I had been right when I told myself that Jesse knew she
had power over men. Here she was telling me about how she
had discovered it.
"Even my relatives, uncle Bob. My uncles and cousins, my
brothers and even..." she hesitated for a second as she
sought the courage to continue, "even... my dad started
treating me differently. Dad keeps trying to see me
naked, uncle Bob."
"I'm sure it's just your imagination, Jesse," I told her,
but it wasn't heartfelt.
"No, it isn't. I had to put a lock on my bedroom door and
started putting a chair under the knob of the bathroom. I
even found a hole in my bedroom wall that opened into mom
and dad's closet."
I sat back stunned. I had a feeling that the real reason
for her exile had finally surfaced. My own brother.
Spying on his daughter. I shook my head and then realized
that I was just as bad. I had felt the desire to see her
naked and I still did. I hoped I wouldn't go to the
lengths my brother had.
"I, uh.. I, I don't know what to say, Jesse," I told her.
She smiled weakly and pushed her salad around, "That's
okay, uncle Bob. I know it's no one's fault. I'm only
sorry that I've caused so much trouble."
"Hey, it's not your fault. Nature was just a little too
good to you that's all."
Jesse looked up and grinned at me. "Yeah! Well she wasn't
too bad to you either."
I notice Jesse glimpse down at my crotch and I blushed.
"Jesse!"
"I'm sorry, uncle Bob, but turn about is fair play."
"Turn about?" I asked her, not knowing which time she
alluded to.
"Oh, you already forgot about this morning at breakfast?"
She asked.
"This morning?" I replied and remembered her beaver shot.
"Now, that's a little different than spying on someone.
Somebody goes out of their way so that somebody can see
their, uh... their genitalia. That's not at all like
walking in on someone coming out of the shower."
Jesse giggled. "That's the first time I've ever seen a
naked man, uncle Bob. I hadn't even seen a grown man's
uh.. penis before. Only in pictures."
"You hadn't?" I was surprised somehow that this little
vixen hadn't seen at least one guy's cock. "And what
about that little show you put on this morning? Do you
always display your goods like that?"
"No," she said and looked away sheepishly. "I'd never
done that before. I had this strange Idea that if I did
that you would make love to me."
You could have knocked me over with a feather when she
said that. And, you could have hit me with a two by four
and I wouldn't have felt it. I was stunned. No, I was in
shock. I couldn't feel my body anymore.
"What?" squeaked out of my throat.
"I've... I've never made love," she told me without
looking up, "and I've been having all of these feelings
lately. I just want to know what it feels like."
"Jesse!" I coughed. "You're just fourteen for pete's
sake. You've got a lifetime to find out what sex is all
about. Why rush into it now?"
"Uncle Bob," Jesse said as she looked up at me with a
determined fire in her eyes, "if I don't get fucked soon.
I'm going to go find a complete stranger and let him do
it to me."
I looked into her eyes and saw that she meant it. I was
at a loss. What was I supposed to do. Jump up and drag
her into the bedroom. Tell her that I was volunteering
for the job. This was insanity and I had no clue as to
how to proceed.
"Well. You think you can hold off for a while?" I asked
her.
Jesse broke into tearful laughter. "I'm not going to rush
out and do it right this minute, silly."
"Thank God," I mumbled and she laughed at my
disconcertedness.
"I'm too tired to talk about this now. How about we
continue this conversation tomorrow?" I asked her.
"Sure," she said and got up and started clearing the
table.
We cleared and washed and then went to our separate
rooms. The sun and skating had taken its toll on me and I
felt the sandman calling my name. I stripped out of my
clothes and fell into bed. If I dreamed I didn't
remember. I awoke the next morning to a strange humming
sound. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't grasp it.
hen I realized that it was my exercycle. I sat up in bed
and looked over to see Jesse peddling madly away. She
caught the movement of my waking and she looked over and
grinned at me. She was wearing a walkman and when she
talked she spoke loudly as though talking to someone who
was hearing impaired.
"Good morning, sleepy head," she grinned.
I looked at the bedside table and saw that it was already
nine a.m.. I hadn't slept that late in ages. I looked
back at Jesse and watched her work out. She wore lycra
shorts and a tube top. Her hair was thrust up onto her
head and stuck out like a plant that had been neglected.
There was a fine sheen of sweat on her face and she
seemed to glow. I tapped my ear and she nodded and pulled
her headset off.
"How long have you been on there?" I asked her.
She looked down for a second and then looked back at me,
"For about twelve miles!"
I fell back onto my pillow and groused to myself about
youthful energy. I heard Jesse laugh and I looked down
the length of my body to see what she found so humorous.
There was something between her and I, and that was a
morning hard-on. I felt the sudden urge to urinate and
also to hide my tumescence from leering eyes.
"Does that mean you're happy to see me?" Jesse lampooned.
"It means I have to use the john. Don't flatter yourself.
Not everyone is overwhelmed by your womanly charms, " I
lied as I watched her breasts move under her top.
She threw her head back and barked a laugh and then
looked at me and pouted. Damn she was magnificent. I was
starting to feel like I never wanted her to go away. I
slid to the edge of the bed and without thinking pulled
the sheet off and sat up. I was rubbing the sleep out of
my eyes when I heard the exercycle falter and I looked
over to see Jesse's eyes as big as saucers. She was
staring at me. I looked down and saw my swollen cock
staring back. I quickly grabbed a pillow and blushed
deeply.
"Damn, uncle Bob. How big does that thing get?" She asked
me.
"Never mind how big it gets. Throw me that robe will
you," I asked her and pointed to a colorful affair which
hung on my closet door.
She shook her head no.
"What do you mean no?" I asked.
"Uh un! I want to see more," she said and giggled.
I looked at her for a moment and then shrugged my
shoulders. Two could play this game. I stood up and
stretched my arms over my head. My erect cock stuck out
and bobbed around like a compass needle. I turned and
walked towards my bathroom. This took me within a couple
feet of her and I watched her stare at my cock. I felt a
sudden surge of arousal and my cock bounced up as I came
near.
Her eyes got even bigger and her mouth hung open. I
walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I hoped her
youthful curiosity had been satisfied. I wondered if I
had done the right thing. I hoped I hadn't just added gas
to the fire. I stood over the toilet and sighed as I
relieved my bladder. I shook off the last drops and
flushed. Then I turned to the shower and turned it on. I
got in and put my head under one of the sprays.
I left the water on cold for a few moments and let it run
across the back of my neck. I felt revived and adjusted
the water to a warmer temperature. I grabbed the soap and
started sudsing my chest. I had my back to the door and I
suddenly heard the rattle of the shower door. I turned
and found Jesse stepping inside.
I backed away from her and my back slammed into the
shower wall. She stood still and just looked at me with
saucer sized eyes. I couldn't tell if she was waiting for
me to yell at her for doing this or if she was waiting
for me to voice my approval of her body. Her hands
fidgeted by her side.
I looked at her and my breath came in ragged gasps. Her
breast were the size of large grapefruits. Her waist was
impossibly narrow and her hips were boyish. I felt my
cock rise until it pointed at her. I stepped forward and
pulled her into my arms. My mouth crushed into hers and I
felt her melt into my arms. She returned the kiss with
fervor. I felt her tongue press against my lips and I
opened mine to let her in.
The touch of her tongue on mine was electrifying. I felt
her breath catch in her throat. I slid a hand down her
back and onto her ass. I cupped one of her cheeks and
drew her into me. I felt my cock pressed in between us
and I shuddered. I pulled my mouth away and looked into
her eyes. There was pleading there and I surrendered all
common sense. I turned off the water and grabbed her
hand. I pulled her along and pushed her down onto my bed.
I looked down at the vision that was my niece and I felt
an animal arousal that was akin to blood lust. You would
have needed ten strong men to stop me from doing this. I
lowered myself onto her and brought my lips to hers once
again. I brought a hand up and cupped one of her breasts.
Her body jerked in response. I pulled my tongue from her
mouth and lowered it to her turgid nipple. She sucked in
a breath as I sucked in her nipple. My hand squeezed and
caressed her breast and I felt her move in excitement. I
moved my mouth to the other breast and worshiped that one
as well.
I looked up into her eyes as I pushed myself down her
body. Her eyes got bigger as my mouth neared her cunt. My
chin brushed her clit and she closed her eyes and moaned.
Her cunt was swollen and her outer lips had furled like a
flower. I dragged my tongue along the length of her slit
and she moved her hips as the pleasure moved up her body.
I pushed my tongue past her meaty lips and opened her up.
I felt a gush of moisture wash over my tongue and I
savored it. I extended my tongue and pushed it into her.
I did this for a while and she reached down and ran her
fingers through my hair. I had a feeling that if I
stopped she would grab hold and push my face back into
her. I studied her cunt and saw that her clitoris had
swelled and was peaking out from under its little hood. I
was impressed by its size. It was as wide as a dime and
it stuck out like the tip of a small finger. I swept my
tongue up and took a swipe at it.
Jesse let out a squeal and her hands tangled roughly in
my hair. I stopped and looked up at her. Her eyes stared
back with a wild intensity. She pushed down on my head
and I chuckled at her insistence. I hoped I would be left
some hair before this was done.
I poked and licked her clit and she moaned and tried to
buck me off. I held on to her hips and did my best to
stay on target. I felt her thighs open and close and her
stomach muscles tightened. I knew she was nearing her
orgasm and I pulled away. She stared at me wildly and her
mouth worked silently. I pulled myself up and placed my
cock at her opening. Her mouth opened and she dragged in
a breath.
I pushed my cock into her slowly and lowered my mouth to
hers. My cock head hadn't even slipped in all the way
when it came up against a barrier. It was her maidenhead.
My first thought was how I had missed it when I was down
there eating her out. My second thought was that I
couldn't go through with this. I pulled my cock away and
rolled off of her.
"No!" Jesse screeched at me and pulled on my arm, trying
to get me back into the saddle. "Don't leave me like
this!" She pleaded.
I moved down her body again and brought my mouth to her
cunt again. I did my best to tease and prolong her
cumming. I licked and prodded all of her sensitive parts
and reached up and played with her breasts as I tongued
her. In less than a minute, she reached down and slammed
my face into her cunt as she shouted, "Ohhhhhhhh!"
Her body flailed about and I held on for dear life. Her
back arched and her fingers clutched my hair even harder.
I felt her body give off a few more shudders as she took
in a long gasping breath and her fingers loosened and
finally released their death grip on my brown locks.
I rose up on my knees and rubbed my scalp. I gave her an
accusatory glance and she broke into laughter. She curled
up into a fetal position.
"Don't make me laugh," she stated. "My stomach muscles
are sore enough."
I looked down at my niece and felt guilt wash over me. I
hadn't been man enough to resist her charms. I didn't
know if I could ever look at myself in the mirror again.
I walked back to the shower like an automaton. I stepped
in and turned on the water. I began to wash in a mindless
haze. I felt her arms come around me as she crushed her
breasts into my back.
"It's okay, uncle Bob," she said as though reading my
mind.
"I'm sorry," I told her, but I don't know if she knew
what I was sorry for.
"Why didn't you do it?" She asked me and I felt her hand
move down and across my stomach.
My body shuddered as her hand reached my still hard cock.
I was like a teenage boy having his first sexual
encounter. My mind shouted at me to stop her. It said
that things had gone too far. I had almost deflowered my
fourteen year old niece. My goddess of a niece.
"I.. I just couldn't. You should have told me."
"I told you I'd never even seen a grown man's penis
before," she reminded me and squeezed mine as she said
it.
I felt her lips press into my back near my shoulder
blades and then again a few inches lower. The next kiss
made me realize she was moving down my body and I
trembled again. I told myself to stop her, but my will
was so weak. Her lips were like fire as they worked down
my back and then around to my hip. I looked down as she
pulled on my hip and made me turn to face her.
The shower spray was moistening her hair and as it
straightened it appeared to flow from her head like
molten lava. The effect was surreal and my breath caught
in my throat. I felt like I was being seduced by a
goddess from mythology. She grasped my cock again and
stroked her hand back and forth. She watched as the
foreskin rolled part way up and then back again. Her hand
was tight and I winced as she pulled back too far.
"Sorry," she smiled and loosened her grip, "tell me if I
do something wrong."
"Just handle it gently," I told her, "it means a lot to
me."
She smiled as she looked up into my eyes. She returned
her gaze to my cock and I watched as her tongue came out
to moisten her lips. The anticipation was almost
unbearable. I wanted to shout, "suck it for God's sake"
but I let her go at her own speed. I only hoped there was
enough hot water to last that long.
She studied my cock some more and opened her mouth. She
looked like a young woman about to try her first piece of
sushi. Her tongue brushed across the bottom of the head
and my legs shook as though I'd just run the Boston
marathon. She looked up at me again and smiled. Her
tongue went back to its work with more determination this
time as it played about the head and shaft.
Every time she touched me it was like an electric shock.
It was as if it was my first time also. Looking up at me
with her large eyes she bent forward and finally slid the
head of my cock into her mouth. I groaned loudly; as much
for the feeling as for the lascivious sight. I saw her
smile around my cock and then I felt her tongue play
along the bottom of my glans as she closed her mouth
around my cock and sucked. Her cheeks hollowed and it
became slightly uncomfortable.
"Not so hard," I told her and reached down to put a hand
on her head.
The pressured lessened, but she still didn't take more of
me in. I took the lead and pushed on her head with my
hand. Her eyes looked up questioningly and then she
realized what I wanted and she took in another three
inches of my cock. I pushed her head back and her mouth
slid back until only the head was still in her mouth.
Then she took me in again without my prompting.
"Oh yeah!" I said without thinking and she moaned along
with me.
Her head started moving a little faster as she licked and
slurped on my aching cock. I knew I would explode in a
matter of moments. She developed a rhythm as her mouth
moved up and down my cock and she closed her eyes as she
worked on me. She had a look of contentment on her face
as though she enjoyed what she was doing. I felt her
tongue circle the head of my cock as she experimented
with different things. She pulled off after a few more
strokes and licked along the shaft.
"Am I doing it right?" She asked and looked up at me
seeking affirmation.
"Baby, you're doing just great," I told her and watched
as she smiled and then engulfed my cock once again.
Her mouth moved up and down relentlessly now and her hand
squeezed and released the exposed part of my cock in
rhythm with her sucking. Her head started to roll from
side to side as she bobbed up and down and she suddenly
joined the corps of expert cock suckers. I was in
ecstasy. I realized that my balls were tight up against
my body and knew that I'd be spraying the inside of her
mouth in moments. I debated whether I should warn her and
chastised myself for being selfish.
"I'm going to cum, baby," I told her.
Jesse's eyes opened and she looked up at me with a frown
on her face. It was as though she hadn't thought about it
and she probably hadn't. She had never seen a man
ejaculate before and didn't know what to expect. Her
mouth faltered and she slowed. I put a hand back on her
head and encouraged her to continue.
"You can pull off when I start to cum, sweety. Just
stroke with your hand okay? Please?"
"Umm hmm," came the muffled reply.
I watched her eyes widen as she felt my cock swell in her
mouth. I felt the surge of cum rush up the length of my
cock and knew it had jetted into her mouth. She pulled
off with a gasp and another jet hit her on the upper lip.
I put my hand on hers and helped her stroke my cock.
The next spurt splashed against her throat and she
watched my cock intently. She was fascinated and she
picked up the stroking on her own. She squeezed as she
stroked as though she were milking a cow. Another weaker
jet shot out and landed onto her forearm and then another
only dribbled out and laced her hand.
A few more weak bubbles of cum were squeezed out as she
milked me and then she surprised me as she leaned forward
and sucked the head into her mouth once again. I leaned
back against the shower wall as though I had no power
over my body. I watched as she sucked and licked my cock
as though she were cleaning it.
She pulled off my cock and looked at it as it began to
shrink. She giggled at the sight. She noticed the gobs of
cum on her hand and I watched as she licked one off. I
could see her roll it around in her mouth as she tried to
decide if it was bad or not. She gave a small shrug of
her shoulders and then she rose up to a standing
position. She wrapped her arms around me and laid her
head on my chest.
"Did you like?" She murmured.
My only reply was a loud sigh. She smiled and snuggled in
deeper. I reached over and turned the valve to increase
the water temperature. We stood there for a while as the
steam rose around us. I felt my head droop and realized I
was falling asleep. I pushed her back and reached for the
soap.
She looked at me and smiled as she raised her arms above
her head and offered me her body. I brought the soap to
her chest and started to work up a lather. She closed her
eyes and moaned as I worked the soap into her breasts.
I wondered if I was going to survive the summer, and I
wondered also, if I were going to be brave enough to take
her virginity. I felt a wave of guilt pass over me, but I
ignored it. I might be damned I told myself, but I'd be
the only man in hell with a smile on his face.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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