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Uncle Bob's Carwash (or, Megan Gets Soaking Wet)
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Megan is so happy that she's finally old enough to work 
at Uncle Bob's car wash. She's even looking forward to 
wearing the skimpy costumes. But even though she's hung 
around the place for years, there are secrets she's not 
aware of. Her curiosity about one secret gets her WAY 
more than she bargained for. The result is, Megan gets 
very, very wet. (M/f-teen, mf-teens, ped, 1st, inc, 
reluc, preg)

***

Megan skipped along happily on her way to her very 
first paying job. Not counting babysitting, of course. 
She had eagerly been awaiting her 16th birthday so she 
would be old enough to work at Uncle Bob's car wash. It 
was a big bustling business down on the bay by the 
beach, with 30 employees, almost all High Schoolers, 
and five lines in which cars could be washed, waxed and 
detailed. When a car came out of Uncle Bob's, it looked 
brand new. Bob's always seemed to be hopping. It was a 
loud place, with music blaring from speakers all over. 
And with that music, a lot of dancing went on at Bob's 
too.

Megan looked at the place as she approached it. She'd 
been there hundreds of times, hanging out, or visiting 
with her favorite Uncle, but this time she looked at it 
differently. She didn't know what it was before it was 
a car wash, but now it looked like a light house, with 
the car wash at the bottom, and the tall tower going up 
four or five stories. 

There was actually a light at the top too. Every New 
Year's eve Uncle Bob or somebody turned that big light 
on and made it do one complete revolution to mark the 
new year. That light sparked different colors as it 
went around, and it could be seen for miles. Everybody 
in the county came to watch it light up. That tower was 
the only part of the Car Wash Megan had never been in. 
The door to that was in Uncle Bob's office and had no 
handle. It was always locked, and Megan never could 
even figure out how anybody could open it.

When she got there she went straight to Uncle Bob's 
office. Everybody there knew her and lots of people 
said "Hi" as she went in. Her Uncle was sitting behind 
his desk and he looked up. "Hi pumpkin" he said, 
writing something on a piece of paper.

"I'm ready Uncle Bob!" Megan said excitedly.

"OK, I'll bite... what are you ready for?" he said, 
smiling at her. She noticed that his eyes slid down her 
body and then back up. He'd been doing that a lot the 
last couple of years. She knew he was looking at her 
body, but she liked it. It made her feel special... 
pretty.

"UNCLE BOB!" she stamped her foot. "I start work today! 
You know that!"

He grinned. "Ah yes, the most beautiful girl in town 
has decided to entertain my customers." His grin got 
wider.

Megan blushed. She knew what he was talking about. The 
employees wore uniforms at Bob's Car Wash. They were 
based on a Pirate theme, with tight blue shorts below a 
thin shirt with broad horizontal red and white stripes 
on it. It highlighted every muscle, rib, fold of fat 
and anything else on your body and, when wet, was 
fairly transparent... at least on the white parts. 

The guys' shirt was a normal T shirt, but they had to 
wear a stylized pirate head bandana that looked fairly 
ridiculous. The girls had to wear huge hoop earrings. 
The shorts were gym shorts, for all intents and 
purposes. They were tight. Bob said they had to be for 
safety reasons, so that the machinery couldn't catch 
loose clothing and drag somebody around or hurt them. 
Every guy wore a jock strap under his shorts, for 
reasons that will become clear in a few sentences.

The girls' top had one shoulder strap. The neckline 
then swooped down and under the other arm, leaving that 
shoulder bare. So if you wore a bra it had to be a 
strapless one. With all the leaning over, stretching 
and all that involved in washing cars, those bras were 
uncomfortable. 

So most girls just didn't wear one. 

That meant there were a lot of wet shirts, with stiff 
nipples under them. Then there was the problem with the 
shorts riding up into pussy cracks, making delightful 
camel toes, especially if a girl didn't wear panties 
under the shorts. 

All THIS meant there were a lot of teen aged hardons 
around, firmly encased in the strongest jock strap a 
boy could find. Bob's Car Wash was a place that fairly 
reeked with the smell of teenaged hormones. Megan's 
tender teen breasts were naked under her shirt. She 
didn't plan on wearing a bra and she was looking 
forward to feeling sexy and having all the boys sneak 
peeks at her chest.

But there was more.

Famous for counties around, there were what had ended 
up being called "Speedo Days". Bob's had a tradition of 
proclaiming one Saturday a month "Speedo Day". It was a 
blatant business promotion through sexuality, and 
everybody in town knew it. But it wasn't illegal, and 
it was extremely popular.

There were two kinds of customers on "Speedo Day". 
First, there were the customers who stayed away. They 
were the soccer moms, the up tight types, and the 
moralists. Just about everybody else showed up on 
Speedo Days because the boys were dressed out in little 
blue Speedos and the girls all wore bright Yellow 
string bikinis. Most customers on those days stayed in 
their cars during the wash, because all the hard bodies 
doing the washing pressed their scantily clad bodies up 
against the glass in the process. 

A lot of wives just happened to stop off to get the car 
washed on Speedo Day, bringing their husbands along, 
because all those wives invariably got a nice hard 
prick shoved in their pussy when they got home. There 
were two actual cases where people inside the car got 
naked and fucked while the car was being drawn down the 
line through the car wash!

So Bob's was a highly charged atmosphere, that 
attracted teens in prime shape, in the prime of their 
lives and under conditions that encouraged, rather than
suppressed sexuality. 

Some parents wouldn't let their kids work at Bob's. 
But, because Bob let the kids keep 100% of their tips, 
and because kids had been known to pay their way 
through college on those tips, jobs at Bob's never went 
unfilled for long.
 
And Bob didn't refuse to hire somebody just because 
they were fat, or didn't have a gorgeous face. As 
anyone who frequents porn sites on the web will attest, 
there are all sorts of appetites out there. All 
employees were required to wear the uniform, and if 
they didn't like the way they looked in it, they could 
quit. Most didn't. And, tips were good for everybody at 
Bob's because he trained them to do good work above 
all.

Megan went into the locker room and changed into her 
uniform. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed 
happily. She'd wanted to put this uniform on for years. 
She stared at her pale, almost white hair, drawn back 
in a pony tail. Her proud round breasts pushed out 
nicely on the top, and she knew that when the cold 
water hit her nipples they'd shoot out half an inch. 
She'd had to promise her parents she'd wear the bra 
that was in her bag. 

Feeling somewhat guilty, she put it on over her outfit. 
Then she looked at herself in the mirror and said "OK, 
I wore it." Then it went back in her bag. She planned 
on putting it on before she went home, but she was too 
excited about being all grown up and sexy to put it 
on... and leave it on at work.

She went out on the line and was introduced to her 
'mentor' a senior named Mark, who was going to teach 
her how things were done at Bob's and assign her to a 
team. His job was easy. She'd hung around Bob's for 
years and knew every procedure inside and out. He knew 
she was the Boss's niece, so he kept his hands off her 
astonishing body, something he rarely did with the 
others. It was hard. HE was hard by the time he 
assigned her to line number three, where he knew Lori 
and Chrissy would keep an eye on her.

It was everything she dreamed it would be. 

From the minute she got on the line, she was soaking 
wet. Being short, she had to lean to get to most places 
on a car, so her body rubbed up against the cars 
constantly. Her sensitive nipples loved the feel of 
sliding across the wet car bodies. The boys on the team 
stared at her. Lori and Chrissy rolled their eyes at 
each other, knowing that Megan was going to get hit on 
by ALL the guys. 

That was OK, though. There were plenty of guys to go 
around and both girls had steady boy friends.

Megan knew she was busted when she saw the familiar car 
emerge from the mist of the prewash spray. It was her 
dad's car and he was in it. Her assignment was the 
front left quarter of the car, so she'd be working 
right where he would have an unobstructed view of her. 
She decided to make the best of it though and grinned 
and mouthed "Hi Daddy" through the glass at him. Then 
she washed her part of the car, pressing her lovely 
teen chest against the glass an inch from his face, 
just like she had on twenty other cars already. 

Her brother came through in his Mustang about an hour 
later. She knew both men got a good look at her stiff 
nipples while she washed their cars, so she knew her 
mother would be yelling at her that night.

But she didn't.

The only comment her mom made when she came home was 
"How was your first day at work honey?"

Megan answered carefully. "It was great. I got $40 in 
tips! Daddy and Boo brought their cars down and I got 
to wash them both. She called her brother "Boo" even 
though his name was Blaine. She had ever since she was 
a toddler. Boo was a year older than she was and they 
were the best of buddies.

Her mom smiled "Yeah, they told me. Said you did a good 
job too. Set the table for me, OK?"

No explosion. While she was setting the table her 
father got home from playing golf. "Hi Daddy!" she said 
brightly.

"Hi peaches" he grinned. He gave her a hug and 
whispered in her ear "I didn't rat you out." Then he 
grinned again and went to put away his clubs.

A little while later her brother burst in through the 
back door. "Hey mom... hey Bumps" he grinned. "What's 
for supper?

"BLAINE ALLEN MILLER!" barked Megan's mother, putting 
her hands on her hips. What have I told you about 
calling your sister that?" 

Boo had taken to calling his sister "Bumps" when she 
turned twelve and began to grow breasts. He'd made a 
habit of poking them, touching them and squeezing them 
every so often, telling her he had to give her 
'reports' on how they were doing. Megan, indifferent at 
first, had nonetheless refrained from complaining to 
her parents that he did this. Over the years she got to 
where she kind of liked it. It was a little like what 
she felt when her Uncle's hot eyes raked up and down 
her
teen body. 

The fact that her 'bumps' were now 36 Cs hadn't stopped 
him. He had called her that so long that neither of 
them noticed it any more in particular. When people 
outside the family wanted to know what it meant, they 
both just said it came from all the bumps and bruises 
she got as a kid, trying to keep up with her big 
brother. 

But while her nickname didn't bother her, it bothered 
her mother. "I told you that is no fitting thing to say 
to your sister. She has a name, and your continued 
reference to her breasts is sexist. I don't want to 
hear that again. Is that clear?"

"OK Mom, I just forgot. Sorry. Don't have a cow. It's 
just a nickname. I won't forget again." he said meekly. 
Megan stared at him. This wasn't the brother she knew. 

But as soon as her mother turned back to the stove with 
a "That's better" comment, he grinned broadly, licked 
the two first fingers of both hands, put them on his 
shirt, on top of his own nipples and then rotated them 
in little circles, like that goofy guy on Saturday 
Night Live. Megan had to leave the room to keep from 
laughing out loud.

She'd changed back to street clothes in the locker room 
at Bob's, but she needed to dry her hair, so she went 
up to the bathroom she and Boo used. She was combing 
out her hair when Boo came in behind her. Both her 
hands were up, dealing with her hair. She saw his hands 
appear in the mirror and cover her 'bumps' as he cupped 
her thrusting breasts in his hands. She hadn't put on 
the bra, figuring she could always claim she'd 
forgotten it, and his hands felt her
loose heavy tits. 

"Mmmmmmmm Megan" he moaned. Your bumps looked sooo good 
at the car wash today." He squeezed them and ran his 
hands over the stiffening nipples. They popped up, 
wanting to be played with.

"I know" she said, enjoying the feel of his hands on 
her titties.

"It made me want to see em... and suck em." he rasped.

She stopped brushing and looked at him in the mirror. 
"You know that's not allowed" she said. She'd told him 
lots of times that only perverts touched their sister's 
breasts. She hadn't made him stop doing that, though 
every time he tried to go further she shut him down.

"I know" he moaned, feeling her nipples with his 
fingertips and squeezing them lightly. "But I still 
want to. I bet they're delicious."

She felt his boner against her back. "OK, you big 
pervert" she said, "Time's up. You're gonna have to go 
to your room now and play with yourself, cause you're 
done here." She had him well enough trained that she 
didn't have to touch his hands at all. He reluctantly 
took them away from her precious teen titties and slunk 
out of the bathroom. He did go to his room, and he 
closed the door.

Megan grinned at her reflection in the mirror. She 
didn't tell him, but it was getting harder and harder 
to make him quit. She thought the idea of his lips on 
her nipples sounded just fantastic, but she knew if she 
let him do that, she'd let him do other stuff, and 
nobody had ever done that to her. 

On impulse she decided to see if he really was playing 
with himself. She put the brush down, got up and walked 
quietly to his door. Very slowly she turned the handle. 
It wasn't locked. 

Good. 

Then, to make it look like she hadn't been thinking 
about what hung between his legs at all, she just 
pushed the door open and walked in, saying "Hey, can I 
borrow your..."

She didn't have to pretend to stop her voice in shock. 
She WAS shocked. He WAS masturbating, and it affected 
her in ways she wasn't prepared for.
 
For one thing he was standing up. For another he had 
stripped completely. His loins were pushed out, making 
it look like he was in the process of bending over 
backward. His right hand was around the base of his 
penis. She didn't know it, but he had just pulled his 
foreskin back completely, baring the big purple knob 
that was the tip of his cock. His face was looking up, 
or would have been had his eyes been open. 

Every muscle in his body was tense and strained and he 
was frozen, like a statue. He was facing the door and 
she had caught him a split second before his cum 
rocketed out of his cock.

Had it been an ambush, it would have been extremely 
successful, because she walked right into the kill 
zone. As she said the word "your" his eyes popped open, 
his hand jerked twice, out of habit, because that was 
what it took to keep the cum going. 

As she stopped talking and took one more step into the 
room, she walked into a three foot long rope of silver 
that shot out of the tip of his cock and into the air. 
Or it would have been into the air, had not his sister 
been there. One end of that rope hit her left shoulder. 
The other end hit her right hip. The rest of it made a 
line between those two points right across her body.

"OH FUCK!" he gasped and lost his balance, leaning 
back. His hand left his cock as he tried to catch 
himself. He rolled toward his sister as his cock fired 
another round, this one hitting her knee. 

Then it was a series of "OH FUCK's and "EEEWWWW's as he 
hit the floor and she stared at the stuff on her body. 
She instinctively looked at his penis as he landed more 
or less on his back and was amazed to see it still 
leaking big globs of thick white stuff that either 
landed on his stomach, or ran down the side of his 
wobbling pole. It was the first penis she'd seen up 
close or not in a book, and it was doing an admirable 
job of acting like it was performing it's intended 
service when she saw it.

It had a profound impact on her whole life. As far as 
she was concerned, it was the most beautiful, most 
sexy, most DANGEROUS looking thing she'd ever seen.

The stuff it shot out was another matter. 

She stood with her arms out, her hands waving. "IT GOT 
ON ME BOO, IT GOT ON ME! GET IT OFF ME BOO. EEEWWWW GET 
IT OFF ME!"

He jumped up, flashing a look at the door, which was 
still open and going "Shhhhhh, they'll HEAR you Bumps." 
He snatched at the first piece of clothing at hand, 
which turned out to be his briefs. He swiped at her 
knee as she danced in front of him, whispering "get it 
off, get it off, get it off".
 
He got her knee cleaned up, but when he started trying 
to get it off her shirt it was obvious he was just 
spreading it around and driving it into the cloth.

"Take it off," he whispered, and she was so unsettled 
by the idea that his spunk was all over her that she 
didn't even stop to think that she was naked under it. 
She whipped the shirt up and off, turning it inside out 
as she did so. That dragged the wet streak across her 
face and forehead. She jumped up and down, going 
"EEEWWWWWW!" again.

Blaine got his wish to see his sister's bare titties. 
Not only that, they were bouncing up and down 
delightfully as her feet beat a tattoo on the floor in 
her distress.

"It got on my FACE!" she yelled in a whisper. Ohhhhh 
Booo, get it off, please, get it off me Boo."

He said "Wait right there" and dashed from the room, 
his penis flopping between his legs. He ran to the 
bathroom, grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the hot 
water. Then he dashed back. She was still standing, 
topless, arms out, hands limp, moaning, eyes closed. He 
ran the warm cloth over her face and she sighed. Then 
he ran the cloth down her neck and all over her chest, 
including her delightful naked breasts. 

He watched in wonder as her nipples stiffened up. He'd 
seen those stiff nipples through the white strips on 
her uniform shirt that afternoon, and he'd gotten hard 
then. Now, there they were, only inches from his eyes, 
pretty plump pink nipples on her full teen titties.

She batted his hands away. "You really ARE a pervert" 
she said. 

But she couldn't stay mad at him. "Was that REALLY all 
because of me?" she went on. He stood in front of her 
panting. He didn't think about the fact that he was
stark naked, that his cock was hanging between his 
legs, and that there was a drip of cum strung out 
toward the floor.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," he said. "You're just so 
beautiful," he went on, staring at her breasts. "Um... 
I'm sorry about... that." He pointed at her shirt.

She looked at it and giggled. "Boy, guys sure go to 
extremes to get what they want. You wanted to see my 
boobs, well, here they are." She stuck them out 
proudly, but backed up when he reached for them. "I 
gotta get something on. Either one of our parents could 
walk in any minute." She darted out of the room. 

She was back in five minutes, face washed, hair combed 
and a new shirt on. "By the way. I'm sorry for sounding 
so freaked out about your... stuff being on me. It 
really wasn't so bad. It felt hot. It was just weird. I 
don't hate you or anything." She turned and left her 
brother standing there, mouth open, prick stiffening 
again.

The next day Megan worked again, and, as luck would 
have it, it was a Speedo Day.

When she put on the little yellow string Bikini Lori 
gave her she couldn't believe she was going to be out 
in public in it. The bottom was high rise on the hips, 
with just two thick yellow strings tied in bows on each 
side. She discovered they were permanent bows, sewed 
together. Bob had learned to have that done the first 
time they had been worn. It was amazing how often a 
simple bow just fell apart for no reason in a car wash. 
The top was made of two triangles that covered her 
nipples and went a little way under her breasts. 

Her cleavage was bare and she could see almost all of 
the sides of her breasts. It turned out there were 
strips of some kind of sticky plastic on the sides, to 
keep them from sliding off of her nipples when she 
reached and stretched - another thing Bob had learned 
early in the program. It covered her buttocks. He 
couldn't get away with having teenagers wear thongs, 
but the girls had to constantly pull the fabric out of 
their butt cracks, something the men just loved.

She took a breath, and, remembering that all the other 
girls were dressed just like she was, she went out on 
the line. Again she had a great time teasing the 
customers by rubbing her breasts on the glass inches 
from their face. She got good tips that day too - over 
a hundred dollars! 

At one point she heard Chrissy talking to Lori "If she 
wasn't his niece he'd have had her up in the tower 
already!" 

During a break between cars she went over to Chrissy 
and said "What's the tower?"

Chrissy blushed beet red. "You'll have to ask your 
Uncle about that." Then she hurried off to another 
line. The way she'd said it made it sound like her 
Uncle would never ever tell her what went on in the 
tower. 

The rest of the day she asked different people what 
happened in the tower. She invariably got one of two 
responses. No guys knew anything about the tower at 
all, and they and some of the girls usually said "I 
don't know. Never seen it. Beat's me." The other 
category was from girls who, as Megan began to realize 
as the day went on, were the best looking girls in the 
place. Their reaction was almost always a strong blush, 
followed by darting eyes to see who was near, followed 
by a completely unbelievable "I don't know" or "Why are 
you asking me?"

By the end of the day she had figured out that some of 
those girls had been up in the tower, but wouldn't talk 
about why. If Megan had a flaw, it was her curious 
nature. She couldn't stand a mystery. If you wanted to 
get her going, all you had to do was tell her you got 
her a birthday present... a week before her birthday. 
She'd go to almost any length to find out what it was. 
The thought of just waiting until her birthday wouldn't 
even have occurred to her. And now she was curious 
about the tower. 

Maybe it had something to do with the big colored light 
up there. But that only got used once a year. And if 
the girls wouldn't talk about it, she wasn't sure he'd 
talk about it either. She wanted to know but she didn't 
know how to find out for sure. 

In the end she decided to try to bluff her Uncle. After 
work she hung around until everybody else left. That 
wasn't strange. She'd done that lots before she was 
hired. She went to his office and walked in, flopping 
down on the big couch he had along one wall.

He looked up from his paperwork. She was still in her 
bikini and it was still wet. Her legs were open and she 
knew her nipples were poking out. If she could get him 
distracted by letting him look at her maybe he'd slip 
up and say something that would tell her what was in 
the tower. "What's up Pumpkin? You still glad I hired 
you?"

"Oh yes!" she bubbled. "I just love my job." She got up 
and pretended to look at something hanging on his wall. 
"I was just wondering when you were going to take me up 
in the tower."

Dead silence. 
 
She turned to look at him. He was looking at her... 
that way... the way that made her feel... naked. He 
stood up. He was so tall. His shoulders were so broad. 
He walked over to stand right in front of her.

"So you want to go up in the tower." He said, his voice 
level.

"Sure" she quipped, acting like it was no big deal.'

"Megan, do you know what goes on in the tower?" His 
voice was low. He was standing very close to her. She 
could smell his after shave.

"Of course I know" she said, off handedly. This wasn't 
going as well as she'd hoped. He wasn't saying anything 
useful... she needed something that would give her a 
clue as to what the big secret was.

"And you want ME... to take you up there."

"Of course I do!" she said. "You're my favorite Uncle, 
after all." Surely he'd say something soon that would 
tell her what was going on. He was standing so close to 
her. It was making her knees weak.

"Well, well, well." he said. "I had no idea. You've 
surprised me little girl" he said.

She tried to stand taller and stuck her teen breasts 
out. "I'm not so little any more you know."

He put one finger under her chin and lifted her face 
up. Then, to her complete surprise, he kissed her. 

And it wasn't one of those Uncle kisses either! 

It was a kiss like she saw the actors do in the movies, 
where tongues were involved. Her weak knees began to 
give way and she had to grab onto his shoulders to hold 
herself up. His arms came around her in a crushing hug 
and his kiss got... hungry. Megan suddenly felt like a 
mouse, staring into the
mouth of a lion. 

When he broke the kiss she was panting. 

"Lets go," he said.


CHAPTER TWO


Bob stepped away from her and went to the desk. He 
popped open the security console and keyed in a series 
of numbers on the keypad. The door behind his desk... 
the door to the tower... the door that had always been 
closed and locked, popped open. 

There was a spiral staircase behind it. 

He held out his hand to her and led her to the door. He 
pushed her through and she began climbing. He was right 
behind her. Her mind was whirling. His kiss had been
so... so... so SEXUAL! Boys had kissed her like that, 
while they were trying to get their hands in her 
blouse, or in her pants on dates. 

What was going on?


She was panting from the climb and they were only about 
half way up. She stopped and turned.

"Uncle Bob" she panted. "That kiss..."

"Yes, it was good, wasn't it?" he said. He wasn't 
panting. He stepped up to the step below hers. Now 
their faces were on the same plane. His hands came up 
to her waist and pulled her to him. 

This kiss wasn't so violent. But it made her melt. His 
lips were so soft and hot, and his tongue slithered 
everywhere. She felt a ball of heat light up in her 
stomach and a little sound leaked out of her lungs in a 
soft moan. 

He broke the kiss and said "You like that, huh." He 
turned his head and nuzzled his lips into the side of 
her neck. Shivers ran down her spine and her nipples 
stiffened until they ached as he licked and sucked her 
throat below her ear. 

"Ohhhh Uncle Bob" she sighed. 

His hand slid down to her buttocks and he slapped one. 
"Let's go." he said and spun her around.

Megan was so shocked she didn't know what to do or say. 
So she climbed and climbed until she was gasping for 
air. Then, suddenly there was a floor above her with a 
hole in it, where the stairway went through. She 
climbed through that hole into a world colored red and 
orange and yellow and green... all the colors of the 
rainbow as the sun shone through panes of stained 
glass. In the center of the room was a big contraption 
that had a bank of lights on it, like the kind they had 
at the football field at school. 

It was on a pedestal that made it possible to turn the 
bank of lights all the way around in a circle. Her 
eyebrows rose as she saw a huge round bed, with satin 
sheets on it. There were mirrors EVERYWHERE, on the 
walls, in the ceiling above the panes of glass that 
made a circle around the room. There were easy chairs 
and a stereo and TV and all kinds of electronics. 

She stood panting when she felt him come up behind her. 
His hands slid around her sides to her stomach and then 
up. The sticky plastic things in her bikini bra didn't 
do their job at all as his hands slid under her soft 
breasts and then up. The bra popped up and suddenly he 
was holding handfuls of her naked breasts. His thumb 
and fingers squeezed her sensitive nipples gently as he 
put his lips on her neck again. 

Her pussy spritzed as she sagged and she let out a 
strangled "UNCLE BOB!"

He spun her around again. "I know baby, I know. You 
have no idea how long I've wanted to bring you up here. 
Ever since you were fourteen. You made my dick so hard. 
But I didn't think you wanted to. I had to bring other 
girls up here and pretend they were you." He kissed her 
again, his hands sliding down into her bikini bottom, 
where they cupped naked buns.

Megan finally realized what the tower was for. 

It was where Uncle Bob brought girls to FUCK them!!!

She felt conflicting emotions. First was panic. She was 
a virgin and hadn't even thought about letting anybody 
pick her cherry. Well, OK, there was that short time 
last night, after Boo had shot his spooge on her that 
she wondered what
that might feel like inside her body. 

But the panic was pushed aside by the realization 
that... Uncle Bob, her handsome favorite grown up man 
in the whole wide world, except maybe for her Daddy, 
the man who was so rich and handsome he could have any 
woman he wanted... that man wanted to fuck... HER!! 

She thought back to the girls who had blushed and 
gotten weird when she asked them about the tower. THOSE 
were the girls he was talking about. He had brought 
those girls up here and put his penis in them and 
pretended they were HER!!

And THEY were the gorgeous girls! The POPULAR girls!! 
It made that ball of heat in her stomach get bigger and 
bigger until her pussy felt hot and itchy.

She realized his hands felt hot on her butt cheeks and 
that they were pulling her pussy against... a lump... 
in the front of his pants. She felt his hands come out 
of her bottoms, and slide around her hips. They went 
between them, to the front of his pants. He was 
unbuckling his belt!

"See what you do to me baby?" he growled as his pants 
fell to the floor. 

He wasn't wearing underwear.

"OH!" she yipped. But that's all she could force out. 
Her vocal chords were frozen at what she saw. Her 
brother's penis had been long and hard and pink, except 
for the big round tip.
 
When she looked at her Uncle's, the word "PRICK" 
flashed into her mind. There was no better word. It was 
longer than Boo's, and while her brother's was more or 
less straight, her Uncle's curved UP. Boo's foreskin 
had been pulled way back when she saw his, but the hood 
was almost covering the tip of her Uncle's. It looked 
sleek, more like a snake. It looked like if he stuck it 
in her it would reach all the way to her heart. 

His hand came to it and he jacked it slowly once. That 
hood peeled back and there was a pointy head under it, 
not large and round like Boo's. Then his hand slicked 
back up and a bubble of white oozed out of the little 
eye of that snake.

She had to stop him. This wasn't turning out like she 
had thought. She was distracted for a few seconds as 
she realized she actually hadn't had any idea how 
things would turn out. She took another breath, in 
preparation to tell him to stop, as his head came down 
toward her exposed breasts. 

"Ohh sweet, sweet Megan, how long I've wanted to do 
this." he moaned. His lips closed around one of her 
stiff aching nipples.

Megan saw stars. There was a feeling so intense that 
she cried out. It was pain... no, not pain exactly, but 
streaking electric feelings that shot from that nipple 
right to her belly and then into her itchy pussy. She 
closed her eyes. Nothing in her entire life had ever 
felt this good. He switched to the other one and the 
same thing happened, though she was prepared for it 
this time. 

THIS was what Boo had wanted to do to her! As she swam 
in a warm sea of happiness she wished she'd let him. 
She knew she would the next time he wanted to.

She felt her leaden feet and legs moving and realized 
in some dim part of her brain that he was walking her 
backwards. Her calves hit something soft and she fell 
backwards. Her nipple popped out of his mouth and she 
cried out again, partly from falling, but also from the 
loss of his oral stimulation. 

Then his hot body was next to hers and she opened her 
eyes to see herself and her now naked Uncle in a bank 
of mirrors. She was disoriented at first, as his mouth 
found her nipples again and she sighed, but soon she 
realized they were on the big bed with the satin 
sheets.

She saw his hand on her stomach before she felt it. 
Paralyzed, she watched in the mirror as the fingertips 
of that hand, flat on her abdomen, slid ever closer to 
the top of her bikini bottom. Then the nerves in the 
skin over her fallopian tubes announced that something 
exceptionally nice was happening. 

There was a little voice somewhere inside her that said 
"STOP!! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!! SEX IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN 
AND THIS IS NOT GOOD! DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES 
SPREAD YOUR LEGS!!!!"

She heard that voice, but then she saw that beautiful 
snakey penis lying on her thigh, touching her. Her eyes 
asked the brain what that felt like and got back the 
answer "HOT! SMOOTH AGAINST THE SKIN! NICE!" 

The little warning voice gave a tiny shriek in her head 
as her Uncle's fingertips reached the bikini and 
slipped under it. She'd had to shave most of the hair 
off down there to wear that bikini, and his fingertips 
plowed through what was left. The tiny voice shrieked 
again as her legs, of their own volition, spread wide, 
making room for his hand. 

"Hush" she told the little voice inside her mind. "I 
can make him stop any time I want. Just let me feel 
this one little thing." 

The voice was railing at her when his middle finger 
slid between slippery wet pussy lips, and penetrated 
her pussy up to the second knuckle. The base of his 
finger crushed her little teen clitty and Megan had the 
first orgasm she didn't cause all by herself. If her 
orgasms were like the warmth of the sun... this was a 
Super Nova. 

Her Uncle's fingertip slid past where her hymen had at 
one time been, before it was sent packing by a poorly 
inserted tampon. It slid further as he sent his 
fingertip searching for a rough thick patch of skin 
that might be on the top of her pussy channel. He found 
that unused G-spot and tickled it.

She went crazy. She flopped like a fish out of water. 
She babbled and spit flew as she forgot to swallow. Her 
head flailed back and forth and she jerked so much he 
lost his nipple lock and couldn't get his lips on her 
nipples again. 

He knew this was the time to make first insertion. Not 
having felt any hymen, and remembering the casual way 
she had suggested she wanted him to take her upstairs 
and fuck her, Bob did something he rarely did. 

He took her roughly.

Removing his finger from her sopping pussy, he ripped 
the bikini bottom off, the little side straps breaking 
easily. It was his, technically. He'd get her a new 
one. Her legs were already spread. In an instant he was 
up over her, fisting his cock, planting the tip in her 
defenseless pussy mouth. Then, with a groan of finally 
achieved fantasy, he slid his cock into his virgin 
niece.

The result was less than satisfactory for both of them. 

Truth to tell, had Megan not been in the middle of the 
most fantastic orgasm of her life, it probably would 
have hurt a whole lot more than it did. And, had Bob 
been the size of Boo, it would have hurt a lot worse. 
And, the fact that her pussy was literally running with 
slippery female juices helped a lot too. 

But it still hurt her and she yelled "OWWWW! OHHH! 
OWWWWW!" in a voice that, had it been at ground level, 
might have brought investigation. She was also SO tight 
that the foreskin of Bob's penis stretched back MUCH 
tighter and much more PAINFULLY than he had 
anticipated. 

The result was, they both froze. Bob pulled back enough 
to ease his own pain. Megan opened her eyes and, seeing 
her naked Uncle on top of her, raised her head and 
looked at where the pain was. She saw that her pussy 
was full of Uncle Bob's cock and finally understood 
what the pain was all about. About the same time, Bob, 
based on the tightness of the pussy currently impaled 
on his cock, and the look on his niece's face, finally 
figured out she was a virgin.

"Ohhh Megan honey I'm sooo sorry," he moaned. 

She, of course, thought he was talking about sticking 
his thing in her in the first place. She got confused 
when he went on. "Oh honey, if I'd have known I would 
have done it all differently." 

Megan noticed that the pain wasn't as bad as it had 
been. She felt very, very full, but not actually 
uncomfortable exactly. Bob had been holding himself up 
with his arms, and he moved one to get into position to 
pull out of her. In the process he actually went in 
half an inch further. He'd gone all the way to her 
cervix on the first shove, and his prick tip kissed 
that inner mouth gently when he moved. 

Megan felt that kiss and her eyes opened wider than 
they were, if possible. Now THAT felt pretty good! 

"Uncle Bob?" she said, getting ready to ask him if he 
could do that again, whatever it was. She had suddenly 
gone from complete bewilderment as to how she happened 
to be on her back with her Uncle's bone stuck up in 
her, to wondering how to get him to make that feeling 
come again. "It's not so bad now." she ended up saying. 
"Can you... move it?" She didn't know how to ask him to 
repeat what had happened.

"Sure baby" he said, and began drawing it out.

"NO!" she yipped. She could tell that the good feeling 
was the OTHER way. "Not that way. Can you move it the 
other way?"

Bob was confused. Not knowing what else to do he pushed 
it back in. The tip hit that spongy mass at the end of 
her pussy and she said "YES! RIGHT THERE! Ohhhhh Uncle 
Bob that feels really nice right THERE!" Bob's brain 
kicked back into operation. If Megan was a virgin, she 
didn't know ANYTHING about fucking. That meant he could 
teach her the right way! 

Bob LOVED teaching virgins.

"Sweetie, that's your cervix. Some women don't like it 
when there's pressure there... but some women LOVE it 
when there's pressure there. You are one of the lucky 
ones. That's why it feels so good to touch it. He poked 
it with his cock tip, making very small in and out 
motions. Her hips twitched "YES! RIGHT THERE" she 
yipped. This was starting to get better and better. And 
if she could get back to what she'd felt like BEFORE 
the pain... she wanted to do that... a LOT. 

"There's another thing you might like" He pulled 
halfway out and she moaned her disappointment. "Be 
patient Megan. You should have told me you'd never done 
this before." He was trying to find her G-spot again. 
That curve in his cock made the tip scrape along the 
top of a woman's pussy and sometimes he could fuck her 
G-spot and get a quick cum. Megan needed a cum to wash 
away the memory of that pain.

"I'm sorry," she said, reveling in the feel of his cock 
scraping along her channel. "I didn't know this was 
going to happen. I sort of lied to you I guess."
 
He was so intent on getting his cock tip in just the 
right spot that he almost missed it. "What? What do you 
mean you lied to me?"

"Well, I heard Lori say something about the tower, but 
nobody would tell me what happened in the tower, so I 
told you I knew so you'd say something that would let 
me find out and it didn't turn out like I thought it 
would and that feels AWFULLY nice Uncle Bob could you 
do that some more?" She gasped for breath, having used 
every atom of air in her lungs in that statement.

Bob stopped. "You mean you didn't want me to fuck you?"

Megan, his sweet, sweet Megan, whom he loved and would 
never hurt, looked up at him with her big blue eyes and 
shook her head "No". 

His face crumpled and he started dragging his cock out 
of her. "I'm so sorry Megan, I misunderstood. I'll stop 
now..."

He was stopped by a pair of healthy teenage legs 
snapping together across his back. "NO!!!" she yelled. 
"IF YOU STOP NOW I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!"

"But you said..." he started.

"That was down there," she pointed a finger down, where 
his office was. "I feel different now. Could you please 
put it back in? Where my cervix is please? I really 
like it there."

He slid back in and they both sighed. Knowing her mind 
was made up, and that she now welcomed what he was 
doing to her, he surrendered to his lust and began to 
give her what she wanted. He liked sliding in and out, 
but the tightness of her pussy, and the way his penis 
tried to penetrate into her womb caused his foreskin to 
bunch up around the head of his cock while he moved it 
in her. It was very stimulating, and something he 
rarely felt. It was like they were made for each other.

As for Megan, the repeated prodding of her cervical 
opening started sending those sparks out again. "My 
nipples," she panted, remembering how terrific that had 
felt.

He took the hint and latched onto one, sucking and 
nibbling it gently. 

He had to hunch over to keep the same penetration and 
get to the nipple too. That was what caused the tip of 
his cock to defeat the cervix and slide into her womb. 
Her cervix stretched and snapped over his glans, 
trapping the head of his cock.

Her pussy spasmed and she orgasmed without warning.

One second it was a nice gentle fuck and the next her 
pussy was milking his cock like a vacuum cleaner. The 
stimulation on the head of his cock was extreme, and 
when the shaft got milked as well, it was more than he 
could take. 

Bob ALWAYS asked the girls if they were on the pill. 

Bob ALWAYS used a condom, regardless of what the girl 
said. 

Bob NEVER shot off in an unprotected pussy. 

Today he broke every rule he ever made.

With the head of his cock firmly sealed in Megan's 
teenage womb, Bob's cock burped and then, like a fire 
hose, washed her womb full of his sticky white seed. He 
packed it so full that it forced his cocktip back out 
through her cervix. His cock continued to spew his 
incestuous sperm into his lovely niece, filling her no-
longer-virgin channel with soothing warm spunk.

All Megan could think about through the whole thing was 
"I want to do this every day for the rest of my life!"

Ten minutes later they lay, arms around each other, 
kissing and talking as they caught their breath. "We 
shouldn't have done that" said Bob.

"I thought that was my line" said Megan.

"I mean without a rubber," he explained. "I wasn't 
kidding when I told you I've wanted to do that with you 
for years. But you don't want to have my baby."

"What will you do if I AM pregnant?" she asked. She 
didn't think she was, but then teenaged girls NEVER 
think they'll get pregnant, do they?

"I don't know," he said truthfully. "I'd marry you if I 
could. I really do love you Megan, and I've felt this 
way for a long time. But I doubt your parents would 
allow that. The law either, for that matter. I have 
plenty of money, so that's no problem." He stared off 
into the stained glass.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"What for?" he said. "I just raped you!"

"I know. But it was an accidental rape. And now that 
I've been raped, I'm really glad it happened." He 
snorted and she explained "What I mean is, I'm glad it 
was you. Not glad it was rape. Except that I don't 
think I'd have let you do it if you'd have asked 
nicely, and then I wouldn't feel like I do now. I like 
this feeling." She was thinking about Boo, and how 
she'd felt last night after his sperm splashed on her. 
Now that she had actually felt a man's sperm splashing 
her insides, she was even more interested in what her 
brother's nice big cock might feel like.

"I hate to say this, but you'd better get going. Your 
parents will be wondering where you are." He watched 
her as she got up. With her bra hanging around her neck 
loose, and no bottoms on she looked delicious. His cock 
started getting hard again. "Go on, or you'll get raped 
again." he smiled tiredly.

"You just let that thing alone. I'll take care of it 
tomorrow." she leaned over and gave it a kiss on the 
tip. It grew another inch and she scooted away. She'd 
left her bag down in his office, so he walked her back 
down the spiral staircase and they got dressed together 
in his office. 

Their kiss confirmed that she wasn't unhappy with him 
at all.


CHAPTER THREE


When Megan got home, supper was almost ready. She 
dashed upstairs and jumped in the shower to get the 
smell of Uncle Bob's cum off of her. She liked that 
smell just fine, but if anyone else in the house 
smelled it they might ask questions. Her pussy felt 
normal to her as she washed it. She couldn't believe 
that just an hour ago her Uncle's big prick had been 
stuck in it, spurting it full of that wonderful warm 
pearly cream. She left her hair wet and in a pony tail 
for supper.

Supper was normal too, except that Boo mentioned 
"Wasn't today a Speedo Day?" Her mother began to rant 
about how it wasn't right at all for young girls to 
parade around in outfits like that. All the while her 
Daddy just rolled his eyes and smiled at her. Boo sat 
quietly, knowing he'd opened a can of worms. As she 
excused herself from the table Megan looked pointedly 
at Boo and said "I'm going to go dry my hair."

She was in the same position as the night before when 
Boo showed up. This time, though, he didn't sneak a 
feel. "Sorry" he said.

"You just HAD to mention that at supper?" she said, 
with mock severity. It hadn't been so bad.

"I was actually talking to myself," he said. "I meant 
to bring my car by if it was a Speedo Day."

"You just got your car washed yesterday you boob!" she 
said.

"Yeah, but it would have been worth it to see you in 
one of those bikinis. I don't suppose you brought it 
home with you?"

She looked at him in the mirror. "You really are a 
pervert, you know? I bet if you could, you'd cop a feel 
of my pussy. Wouldn't you pervert?"

He looked down at the floor. "I can't help it," he 
said.

She got an idea. "So you really want to know what I 
look like in the little yellow bikini?"

Hope dawned in his eyes. He was like a puppy, hoping to 
be petted.

"You go to your room. When Mom and Dad go to bed I'll 
come show you." She went back to combing out her hair.

"Thanks Bumps, you have no idea what this means to me." 
he left all excited.

"Oh yes I do," she said under her breath.

Megan changed into one of her Daddy's old T shirts, 
curled up on the couch and did some reading. She had 
signed up for college credit she could get during the 
summer, but she had to read a lot of books to get it. 

Daddy came to kiss her good night. "Was today Speedo 
Day?" he asked quietly. She nodded and he got a far 
away look in his eye. "I'd have liked to see that" he 
said, not realizing he'd said it loud enough for Megan 
to hear.

"Why Daddy, you dirty old man! You've been to Uncle 
Bob's lots of times for Speedo Day. You've seen all the 
girls there in the bikinis."

He leaned down to kiss her cheek. He looked down the 
neck of the T shirt and saw her teen queen breasts. "I 
haven't seen you in one of those bikinis" he said. He 
meant to kiss her cheek, but she raised her face and 
kissed him on the lips. It was a soft warm kiss that 
went too long for a Daddy-daughter kiss, but she kept 
her tongue in her mouth. "Night night, Daddy." she 
said. 

When he stood up his jammies had a tent in the front. 
He looked embarrassed and she said, "My sweet, sweet 
dirty old man Daddy. Go on to bed. Maybe Mommy will 
take care of your problem." He ducked out.

She waited ten minutes and went to her room. She took 
the shirt off. She put on some lipstick and a little 
eye shadow. She had some pink lip balm with glitter in 
it and she rubbed some of that on each perfect nipple. 
She let her hair down and it fell around her shoulders. 
She looked at herself critically in the mirror. It 
wasn't ego that made her realize she looked good. She 
really WAS gorgeous. 

Megan quietly went to her brother's room.

Boo was lying on his bed reading when she let herself 
in. He had only his reading light on, and an old pair 
of gym shorts. 

He expected to see her in a bikini. He'd been 
fantasizing about it for over an hour. When she walked 
in stark naked he didn't know what to do. The first 
thing he thought was that she was suddenly older. She 
looked twenty instead of sixteen. He licked his lips, 
which were suddenly very dry.

She came to stand beside the bed. "I didn't bring the 
suit home after all" she said. Her hands came up and 
she pointed with each index finger. "But if I had, and 
I was wearing it, it would be here" she drew a triangle 
around her left nipple, "here" she drew a triangle 
around her right nipple "and here" she drew a triangle 
starting in the dark area between her legs then up and 
around her pubic hair. 

"There are strings that go here," she drew lines up 
high on her hips and then turned around so her back was 
to him. She presented her firm, round bottom "and cloth 
that covers me here" she cupped her buttocks and looked 
over her shoulder at him. "That's what it would look 
like if I had it on". She blew him a kiss and walked 
back toward his door.

"Megan?" came his hoarse whisper.

She turned. "Yes Boo?"

"You're so beautiful it hurts me to look at you," he 
sighed. The front of his shorts were standing straight 
out from his body.

"Thank you Boo," she said, her voice low and sultry. 
"If you... need any help with your... problem... I'll 
be in my room." She turned and left. 

Her knees felt weak as she got into the hallway. WOW! 
It was so much fun teasing men. She had the sudden 
realization many women discover at some time in their 
life that she could get most men to do anything she 
wanted them to... if she could set things up right. She 
hoped Boo WOULD come to her room. Right now she had 
that itch again, and this time she knew how to scratch 
it. 

She had just gotten on her bed and had lain back, 
getting ready to scratch her itch, when her door opened 
and her brother slipped in. 

He was naked too. His erect cock swung and bobbed in 
front of him as he came tentatively toward the bed. 
"Bumps? Did you mean it?"

She lay in front of him, beautiful and naked. "Yes" she 
said simply.

"Will you... touch it for me?" His hand closed around 
it and he stroked it once.

"No, Boo, I won't do that." she said, staring him in 
the eye.

"But... I don't understand" he whined. He was a year 
older than her... and she was in complete control of 
him.

"I said I'd help you with it Boo" she said. She spread 
her legs, pulling her knees up and letting them fall 
apart. Her pussy was completely open to him now. She 
slid one finger down, unable to wait, and stroked her 
clitty. 

"Come here Boo."

His mouth fell open, his jaw working even though he 
wasn't saying a thing. There was a hunger in his eyes. 
He took a step, expecting her to close her thighs and 
cut off his view of perfection. Instead she slid a 
finger of the other hand alongside the first and pulled 
her pussy lips apart. It was dark between those 
fingers. 

"Hurry Boo," she said. "I need you now Boo."

He moved faster than she would have believed possible. 
But the bed hardly moved as he bounded between her 
thighs, his hand still on his jutting cock, aiming it 
at that dark space between her fingers. The tip of his 
prick touched her pussy hole before she could remove 
her fingers. Everything about his body suggested he 
intended to ram that monster in her in one lunge. 

She put one hand on his chest and gasped, "Gently, 
Boo... slowly... love me Boo, don't hurt me." The look 
of hunger on his face melted and was replaced with a 
look of tenderness that made her heart almost burst. He 
leaned down and kissed her, a gentle, warm, wet kiss. 

And while their lips caressed each other, he slid his 
rock hard penis into his sister's pussy.

An outside observer would have said he inserted his 
cock slowly, gently, not too fast. Megan felt like 
someone was shoving a baseball bat up inside her. Again 
there was pain, but it was a sweet sort of pain that 
promised something wonderful within minutes. Something 
made him wait when he was fully embedded in her sex, 
and she had time to adjust. The pain went away and the 
pressure gave hints of good things to come. "That's 
soooo nice Boo. Have you done this before Boo?"

He shook his head no, flinging sweat in the process. 
She laughed "Good, because I don't want to share you 
with any other girls." She coached him on how to move, 
when to stop, and when to go deeper. He felt completely 
different than Uncle Bob, who had reached deep into 
her. Boo put all his pressure on the walls of her 
pussy, and her pussy lips were stretched so that the 
top of his cock scraped along her clitty. 

While she had wanted Uncle Bob to go in and stay in, 
she wanted her brother to move... out and then back 
in... and again... now faster... and faster... until he 
was giving her rapid rabbit strokes. He was so turned 
on, so excited that he couldn't cum at all. It felt 
fabulous, and he couldn't believe it was happening, and 
it was so much fun to see the look on her face. He 
wanted to go all night long.
 
Megan learned all about the concept of multiple orgasms 
as she had a string of them. They tumbled one after 
another until she felt a surge of panic that she might 
never be able to stop having orgasms.

Boo's orgasm took him completely by surprise. One 
minute he was fine, and his sister was having an orgasm 
under him. The next second he felt fire in his loins, 
and a stab of pain that made him pin his sister to the 
bed. She was skewered by his prick and his body weight 
as his instinct made him jam it into her as deeply as 
he could. 

Then his adolescent penis was spurting over and over 
again and strong, young streams of semen were soaking 
her sex inside and out. He whimpered, a broken man at 
that point in time, unable to do anything except 
fertilize his sister as every bit of energy in his body 
lent itself to trying to make a baby in this delightful 
woman under him. 

He sobbed as he fell on her and, knowing that she 
wouldn't be able to breathe, he rolled, with the last 
of his strength, his arm around her. They ended up side 
by side, holding each other's sweaty bodies, both of 
them breathing like they'd just run a marathon.

"That... was... fantastic," she panted. "Can... you... 
do that... every... night?" 

He looked at her through half closed eyes. "Only 
Twice," he gasped.

She giggled, and the muscular movement of her diaphragm 
pushed his wilting penis out of her with a plop. "Ooo 
I'm all sticky," she said. "You made a mess."

They heard a toilet flush downstairs. 

Her eyes went wide, "Daddy," she whispered. Again she 
was amazed by how fast her brother moved. In seconds 
his naked buns were disappearing through the door as he 
dashed for his own room. Within 30 seconds after that 
she heard the creak of the stairs. She pulled the top 
sheet over her body and grabbed a book from the night 
stand. She had just gotten it open when he was standing 
in her door.

"Megan?" he said.

"Yeah Daddy?"

"I heard a noise," he came in further. He was staring 
at her.

"I didn't hear anything Daddy," she said.

He bent over, looking at the book. "Why are you reading 
a book upside down Megan?" His head was right over her 
crotch. He sniffed. "Megan? What's that?" he pointed. 
The sheet had a round, wet spot on it where it fell 
between her legs.

Her daddy reached out and grasped the sheet with his 
hand. Megan held the top with the hand not holding the 
book. Daddy was stronger. Much stronger. Very slowly he 
dragged the sheet off of her naked body. Her legs were 
partly open, and it was plain to see that her pubic 
hair and the insides of her thighs were covered with a 
milky white substance. Daddy ran one finger through the 
gooey mess in her pubic hair and lifted that finger to 
his nose. 

His face began to get red. 

He looked up, but not at her. He looked at the window. 
Then he got up and went to the window. He checked the 
lock, then unlocked it and tried to raise the window. 
It was stuck... painted shut maybe. 

"Who did this to you baby?" he said, his voice low and 
ugly. He got down on the floor and looked under the 
bed. He opened her closet, turned on the light in there 
and went through it.

"Daddy?" Megan was scared now. "Daddy I can explain." 
She had no idea how she could explain a cup of sperm 
splattered all over the place.

He came back to her bed and sat down. He looked at her 
naked body. "Somebody just fucked my little girl," he 
said. "I want to know who did that."

"I don't want to tell you Daddy," she said. "I love him 
and I don't want you to be mad at him."

He looked at her. "Some pimply faced punk comes in my 
house, and fucks my little girl, after she kisses ME 
like a woman kisses a man and you think I'm gonna let 
him get away with what should have been MINE? WHO 
FUCKED YOU MEGAN?" his face was only inches from hers 
when he finished.

"Daddy he couldn't help it. It wasn't his fault Daddy. 
I teased him. I made him do it. He tried to just beat 
off, but I wouldn't let him Daddy, please don't be mad 
at Boo, it was all MY fault..." He put a finger to her 
lips and stopped her babbling.

"It was your brother?" he said. 

She nodded once, fearfully, "Please don't be mad at him 
Daddy. I teased him."

"Like you tease me? Like you teased me at the car wash, 
shoving your pretty titties up against the glass an 
inch from my face?"

She felt shame, "Yes Daddy, like that, only worse. I 
let him see me naked Daddy, like I am now."

"Well, I can understand how he felt. And... if it was 
your brother... that's not so bad I guess." he said, 
standing up. 

He had on his robe. When he dropped it he was naked. 
His cock was a carbon copy of Boo's... or maybe it was 
the other way around. The point was, she knew what a 
cock like that felt like and she was still horny... or 
horny again. 

"Did he make you feel good princess?" he asked as he 
climbed up on the bed, between her legs. His big, hard 
cock dipped and kissed her spermy pussy lips.

All Megan could think about right then was how much 
more experience her Daddy had to be than Boo. 

"Not as good as you're going to, Daddy." 

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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