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Megan Makes Her Move
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
Megan lives with her uncle and has almost her whole
life. When another woman takes an interest in him, she
decides he's HER man and sets out to convince him of
that. Can he resist her plan of attack? He thinks so...
well maybe... OK, maybe not. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, 1st,
preg)
***
Bob Randolph turned the corner of the equipment shed
and went toward the open double doors. He was looking
for his niece Megan and he suspected she was working on
that old Mustang again. As he got to the open doors he
was greeted by the sight of a well filled pair of thin
and worn cutoff jeans shorts. There were two nice
looking tanned legs hanging from the shorts with feet
that dangled a few inches from the ground. Head and
shoulders were presumably in the engine compartment. He
stopped to admire the sight. She sure was growing up!
Bob remembered the day ten years ago when he'd gotten
the horrible news that his brother and sister-in-law
had been killed in an avalanche. According to their
will, their only child, a six year old daughter, was to
be raised by him.
It had been rough at first. He'd never married, had
never had time even to date really, what with his dream
of raising horses. He'd been well on his way to having
things the way he dreamed of them when he inherited the
little girl.
He hadn't thought it would work. It was a rough life,
far away from anywhere, and she was so small and
helpless. At first she had been terrified of the big
gruff man who now took care of her. For the first week
she couldn’t sleep, wouldn't eat and it looked like she
was just going to curl up and die. It hurt him to see
her suffering. Nights were the worst, when she cried
endlessly in her big empty bedroom.
Finally, one night, he'd gone in there and, with her
kicking and screaming, he'd dragged her back to his
room and put her in his bed, holding her until she was
too weak to struggle any more. She'd finally fallen
into an exhausted sleep, cradled in his arms.
The next morning he let her sleep, afraid to move with
her lying on top of his arm. Then, while he was staring
at her innocent young face, her big blue eyes opened
and she stared at him. He stared back and said "You're
going to be OK, Megan. Everything's going to be OK."
She ate breakfast that morning, and when he said he had
to do some work she followed him like a lost puppy.
That night he took her to the bathroom and filled the
old claw foot tub with hot water. Handing her the soap
he left, only to return and find her still standing
where he'd left her. Finally he'd stripped her and
bathed her, bundling her in an old shirt of his. He
went to get her some hot chocolate before bed and, when
he went to looking for her, found her in his bed.
Thus had started a ritual that had lasted to this very
day. She insisted that they bathe together, and she
always slept in his bed.
It had been innocent in the beginning years. It wasn't
too hard to bathe a preteen without it becoming sexual,
though she sure liked to have the area between her legs
washed. He'd always just used his hands. Washcloths
were for sissies when he was growing up. But as she
entered puberty and began to have periods, his thoughts
about her had changed a little.
She went to school, and he knew that she had knowledge
of things sexual, but the way she acted around him
suggested that she never ever thought of sex in any way
shape or form, except to insist that he washed her
better than she could, and that therefore he had to
keep washing her, even though he insisted she was
getting too big for her Uncle to bathe her.
And when he suggested that they fix up the old bedroom,
repaint it, get new furniture, "You know, so you can
have your own space", she gave him a hooded stare and
wouldn't talk to him for three days. He tried one more
time when she turned fifteen, saying that Uncles and
Nieces just didn't sleep together these days.
Again, she'd turned that stare filled with thunder and
lightning on him and said "Well, we do."
Other than having improper thoughts about the beautiful
young woman whose naked body he stroked every bath
night, and who slept next to him dressed in panties and
a T shirt (unless it was hot and then it was just
panties), he couldn't have been more pleased to have
her around. She was loving and smart.
She picked up mechanics with ease and had a way with
the horses that was almost magical. Even the most
contrary stallion stood still as she sang to him and
slowly approached to slip a halter over his ears. The
Mares acted like she was one of their sisters. The
foals butted her like they were looking for a teat to
suck on and then ran off frisking and playing with her.
She could operate any piece of equipment they had as
well as he could.
He taught her to shoot, and she had a knack for
sniffing out coyotes that menaced the horses. He
eventually gave her his old Winchester to carry with
her wherever she went, because she was a better shot
with it than he was. She drove flawlessly at thirteen,
so well that the Sheriff never seemed to notice her as
she drove into town for supplies by herself. He was
making money now, lots of it actually, and had saved
enough that she could go to any college she wanted to.
In short, life was great.
Except that his niece gave him raging boners on a
regular basis.
He smiled at her shapely ass. She'd found the '67
Fastback Mustang in old Mr. Peterson's barn one day
when they'd gone over to his place to deliver some hay,
and talked the old man out of the car. It had been his
son's, and the boy died in Viet Nam. As such the car
was practically new, except that it had sat in a barn
for thirty years, with all the rubber parts
disintegrating and all the seals shrinking. It needed a
complete bumper to bumper rebuild. She had done
everything on the car except the motor, and that was
what she was working on now. She hadn't gotten her
driver's license yet, and her goal was to drive that
car to take the test in.
He slapped her on her pretty ass. "Hey princess, don't
you have chores to do?"
She wiggled her butt at him and her voice came from
under the hood. "You know my chores are done you old
goat" She liked to call him an old goat, or say he was
over the hill and other things like that. She grinned
every time she said those things because he was
anything but any of them. At 36 he was in great shape.
Maybe not as buff as he'd been ten years ago, but still
he was lean and strong, tanned dark by being in the sun
a lot. He still had all his hair and it was all still
dark brown.
She wiggled down off the radiator and stood up. There
was a smear of grease on her cheek and her hands were
black. But that wasn't what Bob was looking at. She had
on a halter top, tied between her breasts. It was an
old one. She didn't seem to have a yen for fancy
clothes like some of her friends did. She wore things
until they couldn't be worn any more and then, often as
not, picked up something of her Uncles and made that
her own.
She didn't wear bras, though she needed to. She had
large, firm breasts that filled her clothing in a very
noticeable way. Every time he tried to take her bra
shopping she resisted, saying they were uncomfortable,
and pinched. She did allow him to buy her a sports bra
to ride horses in. When she rode her breasts flopped
around in an alarming manner until she started wearing
that bra.
The halter top she was wearing was thin... thin enough
that her nipples showed through visibly. And her
cleavage was magnificent. Her flat belly below the top
just accented her voluptuous melons and made an ache
grow in Bob's balls.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Well, until a few minutes ago I was looking for you,"
he said.
"Ha ha" she said, enunciating each word. "Is it lunch
time already? Did I lose track of the time again?"
"No, it's time for us to head to town. We have some
shopping to do."
"Oh really!" she said. "Give me ten minutes."
"I'll be in the truck" he yelled at her retreating
form. "And put on a different top!" She just waved one
hand in reply.
She dashed off and, true to form, was back at the truck
in ten minutes. And she had changed into a short
sleeved western shirt that was tied under her breasts.
She was hot looking with her blond pony tail and
jutting breasts, and Bob sighed as he felt the familiar
stirring in his groin.
"What are we shopping for?" she asked as he drove off.
"Your cousin Gretchen is getting married, and we're
invited to the wedding." he said as he negotiated the
rutted track that led to the road.
"So we're getting them a wedding present?" she said,
bouncing in the seat beside him.
"No, we're getting you something to wear to a wedding,"
he said.
"Uncle Bob! I already have a brand new pair of jeans
and a fancy pearl buttoned shirt." she said, looking at
him.
"We're getting you a dress pumpkin." he said, steeling
himself for the storm he knew she'd raise. She hated
dresses. She'd managed to ruin every single dress he'd
ever gotten her, and in short order. They always got
torn, or so dirty they couldn't be cleaned or something
that meant she "couldn't" wear them any more. So he
expected her to complain.
He was wrong. She just looked at him and said, "Oh."
He took her all the way to Centerville, forty miles
away, because they had a small mall there. By the time
they got there her eyes were shining and she was
excited. She didn't get to see the city often. She took
his hand over and over again in the mall, dragging him
this way, or that way, pointing at things, asking
questions, making fun of things she thought were stupid
or frivolous.
There was a shop Bob had heard about that might have
something pretty in a dress and a sign said it was
right around the corner. "The place we're looking for
should be right around the corner," he said. They
turned the corner and hit a dead end, with only one
shop in view. It was named "The Sweetie Shoppe". They
stopped outside, both of them staring at the display
window.
The Sweetie Shoppe did sell dresses, but most of the
front window was filled with lingerie of the kind that
was intended to be worn for only extremely short
periods of time and then ripped off in a frenzy by some
horny male. Megan looked at her Uncle with one eyebrow
arched. He swallowed and she grabbed his hand and
dragged him into the store.
Julia Swallow, a name she had grown to love after a
childhood in which she hated it with a passion, saw the
couple come in the front door of her shop.
Ranchers. The clothing was a dead giveaway. The girl
was beautiful, though, in that timeless way that truly
gorgeous females have been for millennia. Good
cheekbones, fabulous breasts, if there wasn't Kleenex
stuffed in her bra, long thin legs. She could model
easily. Rough hands - rancher's hands - but that could
be dealt with.
The man... she looked at the man harder. What a hunk!
These rancher types were often good looking, in a
rugged sort of way, but usually they were either
married, or ignorant, or brutes. This one looked
different. For one thing he was actually embarrassed to
be in the shop. His daughter was pulling on his hand
like she was trying to lead a recalcitrant horse to
water. Most men ogled everything and everyone in the
store and their pants got tight. Her eyes dropped to
the front of his jeans. There WAS a bulge there, an
impressive bulge, and in jeans too! She wanted to know
more.
"Hi!" she said brightly to the pair. "My name is Julia,
welcome to the Sweetie Shoppe. What can I get for you
and your husband?" she addressed Megan directly,
ignoring the man for all intents and purposes.
The girl stopped short and shot a look at Julia like
"What, are you CRAZY?"
Then she looked Julia over, like she was some sort of
animal the girl might consider buying... or riding.
"This is my Uncle" said the girl in a voice that melted
Julia. Julia preferred a nice long hard prick in her
pussy, but if the right girl came along she liked to
play with them too.
Julia shook her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
offend. It's just that you two don't look all that far
apart in age and these days..." she let it hang.
The girl thawed a little. "You mean THIS old geezer?"
she laughed, a tinkling laugh. It was clear she liked
the man a lot, and that she wasn't being mean.
Her Uncle shook his head and came back to earth from
wherever he'd been.
Wherever it was, there was a girl dressed in something
he'd just seen, and it showed in his pants. He wasn't
overt about it though, and she liked that.
After all, men were her best customers.
Julia tried again. "Oh, I don't know, he can't be more
than... say... thirty-two, and you have to be at least
twenty-one or twenty-two, and that's not such a huge
gap in ages." She smiled, actually wanting to be
friends with the girl.
The girl arched a perfect eyebrow. "You're gonna make a
LOT of money today lady!" Then she laughed again and
went off to look at things in the store, leaving her
Uncle standing there, shifting from foot to foot.
"Could I get you something? Coffee? Mr..." said Julia
to the man with all that money the girl had just
mentioned.
"Oh!" he jumped. "Bob... Bob Randolph, of the Bar Q
Doubled. Pleased to meet you... "
"Julia" she said with a smile. My my. He was polite
too! "And should I get a cup for Mrs. Randolph too?
Will she be joining you?"
Bob had been looking around, probably looking for the
girl, and his head jerked back toward her. "There is no
Mrs. Randolph" he said. Then his head swiveled again.
He seemed relieved to see the girl and his head turned
back to her again. "Uh... her cousin is getting
married." he said.
"How nice" said Julia, being patient. This guy was
obviously uncomfortable in the midst of feminine
bedroom-wear, and wasn't married. Had she found a gem
among the dust and coal of this county?
His head jerked again. "Um... what I mean is... she
doesn't have anything to wear. To the wedding. She's
not very 'girly' and I've never been able to get her in
a dress. She needs a dress." He finished, stuttering a
little.
"Well, Mr. Bar Q Doubled" she grinned. "You have come
to the right place. You let Julia have your niece for a
while and we'll get her all fixed up. What did you say
her name was again?"
"Megan," he answered. "And thank you ma'am. I'm not
used to this sort of thing."
He actually blushed a little! She was enchanted. "OK,
Bob, why don't you go around the corner to Sears. They
have all kinds of stuff I'm sure you'd feel comfortable
being around, and I'll take good care of Megan. Give us
half an hour, OK?"
He almost bowed to her as he ducked his head. She got a
look at his left hand ring finger. No dent. He hadn't
worn a ring for a long, long time.
Julia went over to Megan, who was looking at lace
teddies that should have weighed about twenty pounds
based on the prices, but which probably only weighed
ten ounces. She was staring at a set made of dark blue
satin, with cream lace panels in it that held things,
but didn't hide them. "Megan?" said Julia.
Megan turned. The woman was there, but her Uncle was
nowhere to be seen. She wasn't sure she liked the
woman. There was something about her that made Megan's
hackles rise a little. "Where's Uncle Bob?" she asked.
Julia waved a hand toward the front of the store. "Oh,
he said there was something he wanted to look for at
Sears or something. I told him to be back in half an
hour. Now. He said you needed a dress. I need to ask
you some questions Megan. When a woman buys a dress, it
can be for several reasons, and can be used in several
situations if the right dress is involved. Let's look
at it like it's a tool. You need the right tool for the
right job, right?"
Megan cocked her head. She'd never met a sales person
quite like Julia. This woman wasn't just trying to sell
her a dress. They began talking.
Forty-five minutes later Bob wandered back into the
Sweetie Shoppe to find Megan, with an armful of
shopping bags, talking animatedly to Julia, who had a
big smile on her face.
His rancher's savvy kicked in. "I see by the smile on
your face... Julia..." he was obviously proud to have
remembered her name, "that this is going to hurt." He
looked pointedly at the bags cradled in Megan's arms.
"All that just to go to a wedding?"
Megan smiled a smile he'd never seen on her face
before. It looked .. predatory somehow. "Why, Uncle
Bob, I only have the essentials here. I did get a few
extra things, but they're all things I've been needing.
I even got a bra!" she giggled. "Two of them in fact!"
Bob darted a glance at Julia. He was a little
embarrassed to be talking about underwear in front of a
total stranger. She just smiled widely at him and said
"I made a few suggestions, but I think they all made
sense."
Megan nodded. "Really, Uncle Bob, I'm sure you'll agree
this is all necessary once you get used to the idea."
Bob nodded, and didn't even flinch when Julia handed
him the bill. In with it was her card. At the bottom it
said "I'll be in touch" whatever that meant.
He wrote a check and, with Megan happily bounding along
beside him, they left.
They stopped for ice cream and dinner at the truck stop
before finally getting home at dusk. They had a few
evening chores to take care of and Megan announced it
was bath night. "I want to try the dress on for you,
and I want to be nice and clean when I do." she said.
Bob looked at her. This wasn't the Megan he was used
to. He'd assumed he wouldn't see the dress until the
wedding and then he'd have to fight to get her in it.
When he got to the bathroom she was already there...
already naked. The same beautiful ass he'd viewed
encased in jeans shorts that afternoon was now
gloriously naked in front of him as she bent over the
tub adjusting the water temperature. Her feet were a
little bit apart and her pussy lips were peeking out at
him from beneath her light blond bush. He felt his cock
stiffen, and the ache in his balls was back. "Sweetie,
you've got to learn to take a bath by yourself" he
said. "You're getting too old for this."
She stood up and turned to face him. Her upturned
breasts were exquisite, with their pink nipples that
looked up and to the sides slightly. Her flat belly
just caused one's eyes to naturally slide down to look
at her bush. She was gorgeous.
"No," she said. "I'm not." Then she stepped into the
tub and stood there, hands on hips.
"I'm ready to be washed now, Uncle Bob." She stood
there waiting.
Bob was helpless. He had, as Julia suspected, been
imagining a girl dressed in some of the things she
sold. That girl had been his niece Megan. Now she was
here, naked, waiting for him to run his hands all over
her body, including the area between her legs. He'd
done it a thousand times before, but this time it was
different. His cock was hardening rapidly and he knelt,
not to begin bathing her, but to hide it from her. She
knelt with him.
"My back first please," she said and handed him the
soap. She began chatting idly with him as his rough
hands moved to her back and rubbed all over it. Or at
least she tried to chat with him. He wasn't able to
concentrate very well. She automatically went to all
fours and stuck her butt in the air as his hands
slipped over her buttocks and onto her thighs and
calves. Then she sat back on her heels and half turned
her body toward him, letting her head fall back as his
soapy hands glided across her chest, breasts and belly.
"Mmmmmmm," she said. "I really like this," she sighed.
"Well you shouldn't," groused Bob, his hand getting all
soaped up and ready to slide between her legs. "It just
isn't right for a man my age to be doing this to a girl
your age. If people knew they'd probably arrest me."
His hand stopped on her abdomen, just above her short
blond curls.
Very slowly her head came back level and turned to look
at him. Her eyes were so blue, he was lost in them
every time he looked at her this closely.
"Well, then, we'll just have to make sure no one finds
out about it." Her hand came to his wrist and forced it
down.
Bob was on the edge. His cock was leaking in his pants.
He tried to keep his fingers stiff as they slid across
her pussy lips and she spread her knees. He heard her
knees bounce off the sides of the tub, but he was still
staring into those beautiful blue eyes.
She licked her lips. "Uncle Bob" she said, her eyes
going out of focus.
"Hmmmm?" he said, watching her face.
"Does doing this ever make you think of sex?"
"What?" he croaked.
"You know," her eyes focused on his again. "Between a
man and a woman?"
Bob knew the right answer. "No! Of course not! I...
I... I mean... you're... my niece!"
Her eyes went out of focus as his fingers slid across
her sex. she let out a big long sigh. "It makes me
think of sex."
He was gasping now, not knowing what to do. "But...
but... but..."
"It's made me think of sex ever since I was twelve."
she said in that far-away voice.
"But... but... but... honey... are you sure... I mean
I'm not sure it's a good thing for you to think
about..."
"Sex?" her eyes focused on him. His hand was still
between her legs, forgotten by him as he rubbed her
pussy more out of habit than anything else. "Isn't it
normal for a girl my age to think about that?"
Bob gulped. Of course it was. "Well, yes... I suppose
it is. But not while her Uncle is giving her a bath!"
She closed her thighs, trapping his hand between them.
"I suppose not" she said. Then she kissed him on the
cheek and stood up, his hand still trapped, pressing
against her sex. He pulled it clear only because it was
still soap covered, as she said "OK, I'm all clean. Can
you hand me a towel?" Bob fled as soon as he handed her
the towel that was covering up his erection.
He didn't know what to do. He masturbated occasionally,
but when he began imagining Megan's face and body
during his beat off sessions, some years ago, he'd
stopped doing that. He got a beer and sat down in front
of the TV. He turned to a 24 hour news channel. The
news was bad enough that it got his mind off of Megan.
He heard her clear her throat twice before it was clear
she was trying to get his attention. He swiveled his
head and his jaw dropped. She was wearing a dress. She
had taken her hair out of the pony tail it was almost
always in, and done something to it to make it go in
long waves of shiny gold. And she was wearing makeup,
though he'd have sworn she didn't own any. The dress
was a semi-formal type, showing quite a bit of
cleavage, though it dropped almost to her ankles. It
hung on her breasts like they were the only thing
holding it up.
She twirled and he saw that there was very little back
to the thing. Her back was bare to the dimple of her
spine just above where her butt cheeks joined. There
was a thin spaghetti strap thing that went from one
shoulder to the other, across the back, and he would
have sworn that that was all that was holding that
dress on her body. Besides her breasts, that is. There
were no sleeves. Most of her upper torso was bare, and
as she moved he could actually see the sides of her
breasts.
"I thought you said you bought a bra," he said,
inanely. She looked even better this way than she did
naked. Well, maybe not, but his erection was back and
at full force.
"I did, but not to go with this outfit, silly," she
dimpled at him. "Well? What's the matter? Am I horribly
ugly? SAY something."
Bob sighed. He was a goner and he knew it. He would
just have to sit down with her and explain that she
couldn't stay with him any more. He couldn't take it.
She was luscious, she was gorgeous, she was every
superlative of femininity he could think of. And he
wanted her to have his babies. She'd just have to move
in with somebody else. He was a beaten man. "No," he
said softly. "You're not ugly." He sat there while she
waited. "You're beautiful. You're the most beautiful
woman I've ever seen. The dress is nice too, but I'm
not sure you can wear it to the wedding."
Her face fell. "But Uncle Bob, why not!?"
"Because, dear, the groom will watch you all day
instead of his bride." He went on. EVERY MAN IN THE
PLACE will watch YOU instead of the woman he is with.
YOU'LL START A RIOT. PEOPLE WILL SUE ME. THE POLICE
WILL GET INVOLVED!!!" Tears started running down his
face.
Megan stared at her Uncle. She was very concerned. He
was acting so strangely. He'd always looked at her
body. She was used to that and she liked it. She loved
the feel of his hands on her. But he was CRYING! She
ran to him and took his face in her hands. "Uncle Bob?
What's wrong... Uncle Bob... talk to me... what's the
matter?"
"I love you," he sobbed.
"Of course you love me silly, but what's wrong? Why are
you crying?"
"No, you don't understand" he sobbed, his shoulders
shaking. "I LOVE YOU... I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU... I WANT
TO... DO THINGS TO YOU... WITH YOU... THINGS AN UNCLE
ISN'T SUPPOSED TO DO TO HIS NIECE."
He sobbed and she held him. Every time he tried to say
something else she shushed him. The fact that his tears
were staining her dress didn't seem to matter.
After ten or so minutes he sat up slowly. She looked at
him with concern in her eyes, those big blue eyes.
Then, as if he hadn't just confessed perverted desires,
she said "I think Julia likes you."
"Julia?" he asked dumbly.
"You know, from the place where we got my dress. I
think she likes you. I told her you were never married.
She seemed very interested in you."
"Julia," he said.
"Yes, Uncle Bob. When I realized she liked you and
wanted to... date you or something like that... I got
jealous."
"Jealous?" Bob was, at that point, the king of one word
responses.
She sighed, and the cleavage she was showing deepened
wonderfully. "Yeah. I guess I've had you all to myself
all these years, and I kind of got used to being your
special girl." She looked in his eyes. Hers were SO
blue. "So I picked a dress that I thought might..." now
she blushed a little, "might make you notice me."
"Notice you," he said mechanically. At least he'd added
another word.
"You know... as a... woman." Now she looked down. "I'm
sorry," she said quietly.
"You wanted me to notice you as a woman." Bob said
flatly. "You silly girl, I've noticed you as a woman
for five years! You can't bathe a beautiful young woman
and run your hands all over her body WITHOUT NOTICING
SHE'S A WOMAN!!" He was growling now.
"But you said it doesn't make you think about sex!" she
accused.
"I LIED! YOU... YOU... YOU'RE MY NIECE. A MAN ISN'T
SUPPOSED TO THINK ABOUT FUCKING HIS OWN NIECE! AND HE'S
FOR SURE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL HER HE'S THINKING ABOUT
IT!!"
Oh Boy, now he'd done it. He'd gone and used the Eff
word.
He stopped talking as her face lit up in a radiant
smile. She stood up. She pointed one long slim finger
at his face. "You stay RIGHT THERE. DON'T you move a
muscle. I'll be right back."
Picking up the bottom of her dress she skipped out of
the room.
Bob leaned back against the couch, trying to regulate
his breathing. She was probably calling the Sheriff.
That was it. She wanted the ranch for herself, and if
he was in prison she could stay there and run it.
"Uncle Bob? Are you still there?" she called from the
bedroom. "Don't go anywhere."
He stared dully at the doorway she'd disappeared into.
Maybe she'd bring back the Winchester and just put him
out of his misery.
She appeared in the doorway. His heart almost stopped.
She had on a teddy.
It was maroon silk that went with her hair. The bra had
sheer black lace panels in it that held her breasts.
The lace did nothing whatsoever to hide her breasts. He
could see them clearly. The panties were a match except
there was only a strip of the black lace attached to a
band of the maroon silk that had been rolled into a
string that went around her waist. The lace cupped her
pussy lips and pubic hair and rather than hiding them,
made them obvious. The jacket might as well have not
been there.
"Julia said that she would choose this one to wear with
you," she said, her voice low... sexy. "I didn't want
you to see HER in it. I was jealous." She began walking
toward him, her hips rising and falling like those of a
stalking tiger.
His eyes were riveted to her pussy. Except when they
were riveted on her bobbing breasts.
She came and bent over, her hands moving his knees
apart so she could stand between them. Her breasts
hung, encased in black lace, in front of his face. He
felt her hands at his shirt buttons, and then her hands
were roaming across his hairy chest.
"I've slept beside you for ten years. You've given me
everything I ever needed. You are MY man. I don't know
what you are SUPPOSED to want to do or not. I don't
CARE what other people think. I love YOU too. I'm IN
LOVE WITH you too. And there's something I need Uncle
Bob, something I want only you to give me."
She kissed his dazed lips, and then licked them. "It's
bedtime Uncle Bob. Take me to bed."
Bob was reacting out of impulse, his fragmented brain
unable to make a coherent plan. On impulse he said, "I
can't take you to bed. I don't have a condom."
She shattered his composure by saying "I don't care. We
don't need condoms. I'm a virgin and you don't have any
diseases."
He stammered "You k-know what I mean. We can't. You
could get pregnant."
She stared into his eyes with those baby blues. "I know
that."
She took his hand. She pulled and he stood up. She
pulled again, leading him gently toward the bedroom.
His eyes were wild, darting everywhere. He had to get
away. He wanted to resist. But there was something in
her eyes, in her voice as she hummed a tuneless little
melody, in her touch.
He found himself in his bedroom, not remembering the
trip. Then he found himself naked, not knowing how his
clothes came off. She was all around him and he could
feel the cloth of her wispy jacket brushing up against
his skin. He felt the chill of his penis being bared as
his shorts were pulled down and heard her delighted
gasp as she found out what he had in common with his
stallions. He jerked and felt himself falling, landing
on the bed. His view of reality was fractured and he
thought me might be going mad.
She was on top of him now.
The outfit was gone.
She was naked.
He was on his back. She was sitting on his thighs. His
rampant prick was lying on his stomach, primed, loaded,
ready for bear.
And the bear was between her legs.
Her hands were on his shoulders as she bent over him,
her long hair hanging down, almost touching his face.
He could see her perfect, naked breasts, just a hand
span above his mouth. He licked his lips. His attention
was fragmented when she whispered "Uncle Bob... have
you ever... fucked a woman?"
He gulped. "Yes... several times."
"Then you know how to please a woman?"
He groaned. "Yessss!"
"Please me," she ordered.
She kissed him, and her hair tickled his face. His
hands came up. He should push her away. He should push
her off. His hands cupped her fabulous breasts. His
brain thought soothingly to him "She knows what she's
doing. She might be young, but she's very serious about
this. You must give her what she wants."
"If I do..." he said, pushing her up, his hands on her
breasts. "If I do, you'll never be able to leave. I
can't marry you by law. If you get pregnant you'll be a
single mother and stuck here. It's a big world out
there Megan, honey, listen to me. Don't you want to see
the world? Meet boys your own age? Raise a family?"
She kissed him again. "Yes," she said. Her hand went to
his cock and she grasped it. He trembled at the touch
of her cool fingers around it, lifting it, squeezing
it, feeling it. Bending it. She raised her ass off his
legs and she bent his cock some more. He felt the tip
nose into wet heat.
"I don't want a husband," she said as she let her
weight down slowly on his cock. She grimaced as his
cock filled her virgin channel. She had to work at it,
moving this way and that. She wanted him in her badly
enough that she didn't mind the work it took to sheathe
him in her pussy. Finally she was all the way down and
she sat still.
Her hands came back to his shoulders again as she
rested, panting. "I don't want to leave here," she
said.
She bent down and kissed him again. "Boys my age don't
interest me."
She lifted her pussy halfway off and then let her
weight down on it again, moaning. "I've got plenty of
time to see the world."
She slid backward and then forward again, causing his
cock dig into her pussy delightfully. "I do want to
raise a family."
She began to fuck him in earnest. "And I don't think
being stuck here is such a bad thing... especially if
I'm stuck on this." Her pussy squeezed his cock as she
pounded down on him.
"Oh baby!" he groaned. "I'll never be able to give you
another bath."
"Why not?" she panted.
"Cause every time I see you naked from now on I'm going
to want to do this," he moaned.
"I think I'm going to throw out every piece of clothing
I have," she gasped.
He laughed, and suddenly everything was OK. She was a
big girl, and he hadn't forced her. He could still pull
out... maybe... he wasn't too sure he had the willpower
to do that, but he could concentrate on that when it
was time. And it was going to be time very soon.
"At least let me pull out," he groaned.
She stopped suddenly. Her pussy began to... move...
writhe somehow. She was sitting stock still, but he
felt things happening inside of her. Her pussy was...
milking him.
She leaned close again. "Julia is going to call you
Uncle Bob. She's going to come see you, and she's going
to try to get you to do this with her. If you cum in
her before you cum in me I'll burn down the barn. Is
that clear?"
He let go. He quit trying to do the accepted thing. His
balls belched, his cock swelled, his semen raced
through his cock and gushed into his niece. Three,
four, five thick spurts spat into her nubile pussy as
that pussy rippled and begged for his seed. She felt
the heat of his discharge and her smile was radiant.
"Thank you Uncle Bob," she crooned.
She dangled a nipple in front of his face and he took
the bait. The rippling of her pussy turned into a full
fledged orgasm as he sucked and nibbled at the breasts
that would feed their child.
Finally she lay down on his chest, keeping him in her.
"You have pleased me," she murmured.
Later that night he pleased her again. And again in the
morning. And again in the barn later that day.
Three weeks later she borrowed the truck and went to
town. When she came back she had a long box, wrapped up
in brown paper. He opened it and found a brand new
Marlin .30 .30 lever action with a scope mounted on it.
When he looked at her with raised eyebrows she said.
"You gave me your gun. I figured I'd better replace it.
You killed the rabbit, so now you can try for a few of
those wild dogs."
It hit him like a ton of bricks. She was pregnant! He
whooped and hugged her fiercely while she grinned.
"I saw Julia in town" she said. He held her back from
him and she went on. "I told her she's allowed to date
you now," she smiled. "As long as she's willing to
share."
He frowned and she laughed. "She said if you could
knock me up that fast she's willing to share you a
lot."
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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