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Miss September Is His Niece
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

What do you do when you're leafing through your 
favorite Girlie magazine and you see somebody you know? 
What do you do when the pictures you're staring at are 
of your niece? Don't worry - it's a normal reaction. 
But what do you do when she finds out about it? (M/F-
teen, inc, 1st, rom, preg)

***

Author's Comment: When I wrote "Centerfold Daughter" 
there were two stories in my mind. This is the other 
one.

***

Bob Chandler was a happy man, all in all. He had a good 
business selling used books and CDs in a little 
storefront on the edge of Centerville's business 
district. He had several High School students who 
worked for him part time and in reality he didn't have 
to work much at all if he didn't want to. His house was 
paid for. He had the car of his dreams. 

But all this was due to the insurance settlement that 
resulted from the death of his wife. That was the down 
side. He missed her terribly. Theirs had been a perfect 
match, both in the sense that they shared lots of 
interests, and because the sex had been fantastic for 
both of them. They'd spent untold hours learning how to 
satisfy each other and had been trying to get her 
pregnant when she'd been killed by a drunk driver.

He'd adjusted, for the most part. He couldn't abide the 
thought of dating after that, and had remained both 
single and pretty much celibate since then. The one 
time he'd let go had been with his wife's sister, 
Colleen. It had happened about a year after Susan had 
died and even though they both knew it was a "pity 
fuck" it had been extremely enjoyable for both of them. 

The fact that Colleen was married though, made it a one 
time fling for them both. That, and the fact that 
Colleen’s daughter, Chrissy, thought the sun rose and 
set on her Uncle Bob's command. Chrissy hung around 
Bob's house daily after her Aunt had been killed. At 
twelve, she was young enough to avoid the true pain of 
losing a loved one, but old enough to know that Bob was 
hurting and want to make him feel better. 

So she'd sort of adopted him for a while, fixing him 
breakfast sometimes, getting him to take her places, 
convincing him to sponsor her soccer team, and other 
things that put him back into a normal life. In the 
five years since, she'd become like the daughter he'd 
never had.

Bob had to make do with beating off. He didn't mind, 
really. Playpen was his favorite beat-off magazine, and 
he always took a copy home when they were delivered. 
He'd been embarrassed about it the first few times 
Chrissy had seen him with it, but she never said 
anything so he pretended like she didn't actually pay 
any attention , or that it just didn't matter.

Bob looked up from his ruminations as the bell over the 
door of the shop tinkled. As fate would have it, it was 
Chrissy, coming to work. He gazed at her youthful form, 
slim, not too busty, with long blond hair she almost 
always wore in a pony tail. There was some swell to her 
hips in the last few years. He suddenly realized she 
was a woman now, and not "Little Chrissy" any more. 

With a trace of guilt he thought back to the time she 
was sixteen and had taken a shower at his house after a 
soccer game. Without thinking he'd walked into the 
master bathroom. She'd turned off the water and was 
toweling off. Had the water been running he'd have 
remembered she was in there, but it was quiet. There 
she was, standing, feet spread shoulder's width, facing 
him with both hands up, rubbing a towel through her 
hair. 

She'd been gorgeous! And though she wasn't heavy with 
feminine flesh, her pert upturned breasts, with those 
amazingly perky pink nipples sticking out an inch had 
stiffened his cock almost instantly. 

She'd just smiled and said "Be through in a minute 
Uncle Bob." like nothing had happened. He, on the other 
hand had blushed and stammered out several "Sorry" type 
phrases as he backed out. 

He'd had some amazing beat off sessions after that, 
remembering the two pouting pussy lips he'd seen 
hanging below sparse blonde hairs on her mons. But he'd 
felt guilty about dreaming of fucking her brains out 
and eventually put her out of his mind. Unless he saw 
her, of course. When he saw her he remembered. Like 
now. She was dressed in jeans and a halter top, and 
before she even got out "Hi Uncle Bob" he felt his dick 
start to fill with blood.

"Hi peaches" he said. He was an expert by now in 
suppressing his desire to rip her clothes off and sink 
his dick deep into her pussy. "Having an interesting 
day?"

"Nah, not much," she said as she moved behind the 
counter. "Went shopping and bought a CD, but that's 
about all." 

She approached him and kissed him on the cheek, like 
she always did. Then a brief hug, during which she 
pressed her breasts against him... like she always did. 
"Had much business today?" she asked as she began to 
straighten up the desk.

"One guy came in and bought every Nivens book we had." 
he said. "Said he'd just discovered him and wanted 
more."

"Hey, Uncle Bob" she said, turning to face him. "I'm 
going to need a couple of days off. I've got an 
interview at Central Tech, over in Calhoun. I'm 
thinking about doing their nursing degree." She waited 
for his response, looking at him closely.

"Sure, peaches. That would be fine." he said, but his 
heart wasn't in it. When she left for college he was 
sure life would become unbearably dull."

The time came, and for two days Bob was up tight, even 
snapping at one customer who couldn't remember an 
author's name and thought that if she described the 
picture on the back of one of his books Bob would be 
able to recognize him.

The next day Chrissy came into the store like nothing 
had happened. "Hi Uncle Bob" she said, same as always. 
Then the kiss, and the press of her breasts against 
him. Like usual she began to straighten up the desk. 
She picked up a stack of books bob had bought and 
started toward the shelves, to put them on display.

"Well?" Bob demanded.

"Well what?" said Chrissy with a smile.

"Don't keep me in suspense" he growled. "How'd it go?"

"How'd what go?" she grinned.

He grabbed for her and began to tickle her. He often 
"punished" her by tickling her. She went wild whenever 
he did so, and she did now. 

As she squirmed his hands fluttered across the sides of 
her breasts. She squealed "OK, OK, I'll tell you!" and 
he stopped, feeling the old familiar stiffening in his 
pants begin. She was panting, and it made her breasts 
fill out her blouse nicely. He noticed two stiff points 
and realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

"It was OK" she said. "The campus was small. They don't 
really have dorms there, and I'd have to rent someplace 
off campus to live. I might check out State later. 
We'll have to see." She took the stack of books and 
left for the shelves.

Life went on. Three months later, Bob came in and saw 
Chrissy leafing through a copy of Playpen Magazine.

Bob didn't buy used magazines, but he stocked a full 
line of new magazines, including some adult ones. 

"Chrissy, you know you're too young to be handling 
those." he said. There was a State inspector who came 
around sometimes, and when he found out Bob hired High 
Schoolers he began spouting about how no one under 18 
could touch the adult magazines, even to sell them. He 
made a prick of himself for a while, and even sent in 
some undercover people to try to buy them from a 
teenager. 

Bob had impressed on his employees, however, that the 
store would be closed down if they got caught. He'd 
rather lose a sale than have that happen. It was 
Chrissy, in fact, who had figured out how to beat the 
system. A man had come in to buy a copy of "Blond Buxom 
Bitches" and Chrissy calmly told him that while she 
couldn't touch the magazine, she could take his money. 
So he held the mag, and she rang it up and he left. 

In response to his warning she said simply "OK" and put 
the magazine back in the rack. He thought it was a 
little odd though. He went into the back room to make 
himself a cup of coffee. He had what amounted to an 
apartment in the back of the store. There was a small 
kitchen, and a couch that doubled as a bed when he 
wanted to take a nap. The bathroom was back there too. 

That couch was where he and Chrissy's mother had let 
their feelings go. He stared at the couch, remembering 
Colleen lying back on it, breasts heaving, legs open, 
her red hair disheveled and her arms reaching for him. 
Her welcome was real too. He knew this when he dropped 
his pants and she saw his erection for the first time. 
Her eyes had widened and she'd licked her lips. 

He was long. He was REALLY long. While he didn't really 
have anyone to compare himself too, according to his 
wife, and then Colleen, he was much longer than normal. 
But Colleen had welcomed him anyway, and had sighed 
happily when he'd plumbed her depths with that spear of 
love. 

And when it went off she'd demanded that he leave it in 
her, so he knew she offered herself out of love. It had 
been very good... for both of them.

Another month went by and school started. Chrissy was a 
Senior this year, but she was smart enough that school 
wasn't much of a contest for her. She continued to work 
in the store. 

It was on a Saturday in September that Bob's world was 
shaken. He and Chrissy were working when a man came in. 
He selected a book and when he brought it to the 
counter he began staring at Chrissy. That wasn't all 
that unusual. She was beautiful, after all. But this 
man's scrutiny was intense. 

"You know" he said. "You look just like the centerfold 
in this month's Playpen." Then his eyes widened, as he 
realized what he'd just said... to an obvious 
teenager... while her boss looked on. "Oh gosh, miss! 
I'm sorry. It’s just that... well, the resemblance 
is... oh, never mind .. I'm sorry." 

He was so flustered that he paid for his book with a 
ten dollar bill and left without getting his change.

Chrissy just giggled. Bob thought that was odd too. But 
what the man had said stuck in his mind, and on his way 
out that night, he grabbed a copy of Playpen to take 
home with him.

He had in mind to have a nice slow beat off session. 
While Bob had convinced himself to try not to think of 
Chrissy when he masturbated, he was also resigned to 
the fact that he usually thought of her as his semen 
spurted. So, if Miss September looked a little like 
Chrissy, so much the better.

He stripped off his clothes, lay on the bed, and opened 
the magazine. 

It flopped open and there, before his disbelieving 
eyes, was his niece. 

Oh, Miss September had black hair, true, but it was a 
wig, because the rest of the girl was Chrissy. 

True, the girl looked like she was about twenty-two or 
three, what with the makeup, and the lighting, the 
librarian glasses and such, but it was Chrissy.

There, before his eyes were the same upturned breasts 
he'd seen a year or so ago, with those same delectable 
perky pink nipples. She was squeezing and caressing 
them in the pictures, obviously pleasuring herself.

He couldn't prove it was Chrissy by the pubic hair, 
because Miss September simply didn't have any. She was 
bald as a baby's butt. She did, however, have two plump 
tasty looking labia protruding, and in several poses 
those lips gaped apart, as if they were waiting for 
something to spread them further on its way into her 
pussy. Those pussy lips were fat and swollen, darker 
than he thought they should be - she was excited. And 
in all the photos her eyes bore straight into the 
observer's, as if to say "Here I am, all for you." 

And it WAS Chrissy. 

He was sure. 

But it couldn't be. She was too young for one thing. It 
had to be illegal for a magazine to publish pictures of 
a seventeen year old girl. And there was another 
problem. One of the pictures, the last one in the 
spread, showed her lying back on some pillows, arms 
out, knees up and spread, and there was something thick 
and white pooled in those open pussy lips. It was 
obvious this girl had just been fucked. Chrissy 
wouldn't have done that. In fact she didn't even date! 
He was quite sure his Chrissy was a virgin.

But it looked like her. 

It WAS her. 

He knew those eyes, those lips, that smile... and yes, 
even those nipples. He realized his hand was wrapped 
firmly around his aching prick. He stroked and looked 
at Miss September. As his semen blasted out, he stared 
at the cum pooling in the mouth of Chrissy's pussy. 

He hadn't cum this hard since he'd cum in her mother.

He didn't see her for three more days. She came in 
after school. Everything was the same. Same "Hi Uncle 
Bob". Same kiss. Same hug. Same erection. 

He had to know. 

"Um .. peaches? I need to talk to you." he said.

"Bout what?" she said. She was straightening things 
again.

"About what that man said last week. About Playpen." he 
said.

Chrissy turned and looked at him with a level stare. 
"Did you look in the magazine?" she said. 

He nodded. 

She turned, walked to the door, turned the lock and 
then flipped the sign over from 'Open' to 'Closed'. 
Then, without a word, she took his hand and led him to 
the back room. He followed, knowing that something 
strange was going on, because she hadn't denied it. She 
pushed him down on the couch and stood in front of him. 

"What do you want to know?" Her voice was completely 
normal.

His heartbeat wasn't, though. This was all too strange. 
He watched, dumbstruck as she unbuttoned the top button 
of her shirt. 

"Why?" he said.

She unbuttoned the second button. "For you" she said 
softly.

"For me." he repeated.

Now there was only one button left. The skin that was 
showing made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. 

"Remember when you walked in on me in the bathroom?" 
she said. He nodded and she went on. "The look on your 
face was something I've never forgotten. You made me 
feel so special, just by the way you looked at me. It 
made me all tingly inside. When you left I had to... 
touch myself. No one has EVER made me feel that 
special."

"You touched yourself?" he said dumbly.

She shed the blouse and stood naked, except for her 
jeans and shoes. There were her magnificent perky 
breasts, with their wonderful tasty-looking nipples. 
She pinched them. "Yes, I had to. I felt so sexy. You 
had this huge lump in your pants, and I knew it was 
because of me. I knew you wanted me. I knew you wanted 
to... fuck me." She squeezed her nipple with one hand 
while the other one went to the snap of her jeans.

"No" he said, trying to deny what he felt.

"Yes" she said, as she pulled the zipper down on her 
jeans. She kicked off her shoes and began to slide the 
jeans down. "Just like now, Uncle Bob. You're hard now 
Uncle Bob... aren't you?" She pushed her panties down 
with her jeans. His eyes darted to her exposed flesh. 

No pubic hair. 

"But you wouldn't see me as a woman, Uncle Bob" she 
went on, stepping out of the jeans. She dropped them 
and stood, gloriously naked in front of him, hands on 
hips. "So I had to arrange it for you to see me as a 
woman... in Playpen."

His mouth was dry. He licked his lips. Unconsciously he 
arranged his meat to a more comfortable position. "But 
you're too young." he said.

"I gave them a fake birth certificate" she said, taking 
a step toward him. "I wanted you to see me as a woman, 
because you make me FEEL like a woman." She came 
closer.

"BBBBBut you're my niece!" he stammered.

"I don't care" she said. She leaned down and kissed her 
Uncle. He was immediately lost in that kiss. He hadn't 
been kissed with that much passion for many many years. 
He felt her hands at his clothing, felt her standing 
him up, felt his clothing begin to fall off of his 
body. 

She broke the kiss, panting. "I want you to MAKE me a 
woman Uncle Bob." she gasped. 

He thought about the picture with her pussy full of 
spooge. "But the pictures... the one where you'd just 
been.... there was sperm in your..."

She kissed him again, pressing her breasts to his naked 
chest. When she pulled back she said "Hand lotion. It 
was my idea. I wanted you to see me that way... to 
think of me that way... to want me that way. I've 
never... done it. I want you to be my first."

There were more kisses, of course, but by now Bob had 
left behind any and all objections. He was captivated 
by this winsome woman. He knew she was too young to 
embark on this path, but he had to have her. 

Her whimper as his rock hard penis penetrated her for 
the first time reminded him of her inexperience. Ten 
minutes later she whimpered for another reason as her 
first penis-induced orgasm flowed through her like 
maverick electrical pulses. She lay beneath him on the 
couch, spread eagerly for him as he rodded her with his 
long prong. She whispered, "Yes! Yes!" over and over 
again, wanting him like her mother had.

He knew he shouldn't cum in her, knew somehow that she 
wasn't on the pill. But the urge to push into her 
innermost secret place was too strong. Once the tip of 
his cock mashed into her cervix he knew all he had to 
do was alter the angle a little and, as the first pulse 
of his seed spat out of his prick, he slipped it into 
her womb. He let the next four spurts paint that cave 
as he kissed her. Chrissy, for her part, flopped like a 
rag doll. She got way more than she bargained for. And 
what she got made her VERY happy.

They spent the next two hours making love. She wanted 
to try his prick in every position. She confirmed that 
she was unprotected, but demanded that he put his sperm 
where it was intended to go. He asked her about nursing 
school, but she said that was an excuse to go and have 
the photo shoot. She said she wanted to stay here and 
have his babies. All these things were said as he 
pumped more and more of his baby batter into her nubile 
young body.

As they lay, finally spent, exhausted, he sighed. 
"They're beautiful dreams, peaches, but your mother 
isn't likely to see things like you do. We can't keep 
doing this."

She giggled. "I told my mom about you walking in on me. 
I told her how it made me feel. She told me how you 
made HER feel. Whose idea do you think it was to do the 
Playpen spread?"

He managed to put another half cup of sperm in her 
after all.

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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