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The Trouble With Alana
by Dudester (address withheld)
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What do you do with a 13 year old with a double D rack
and an urge to show her rack to everyone? If you're her
Uncle Carl, you try to help. (M/f-teen, exh, inc)
***
I first met Larry and Amanda five years ago when I
moved next door to them. Alana, their daughter, was
eight then. I could tell Alana was going to be
something special. Alana was one of those eight year
olds with pronounced breasts. It was weird to see a
girl, not yet four feet tall, with apricot sized
breasts.
Alana took to me right away as Larry and Amanda adopted
me as their special friend. I was invited over
frequently for dinners and outdoor barbecues.
Comfortable with me, Alana sometimes whizzed past me
without her top on. It took effort not to stare at the
fast developing little girl.
Two years after I met them, Larry and Amanda suddenly
split when Amanda ran off with one of those self help
gurus. Larry became an unhappy drunken mess and Alana
grew closer to me, calling me "Uncle Carl." I put up
with the six months of crying and drinking before Larry
cleaned up his act. During this time, Alana was a
frequent overnight visitor at my house. On at least
half a dozen occasions, she fell asleep in my arms, in
my bed with me, or on top of me as I watched TV.
Naturally, I resisted the temptation to do more than
cop the occasional feel.
Alana also developed an exhibitionist streak. Once at
the beach, the now B cup bearing preteen 11 year old
spotted a couple of other 11 year olds at the beach
with their tops off. Alana dropped her top, which
enraged several mothers who grabbed Alana and dragged
her to her father to complain to him about the
blossoming girl. It took some doing to explain to Alana
that because of her gift, she had to be more cautious
than other little girls. Alana accepted the scolding,
but never passed up an opportunity to show both me and
her father how she was developing.
Alana kept right on developing, and booming. By the
time she was thirteen, Alana had developed into a D
cup. It was about then that Larry developed an idea to
turn Alana's gift into some money. He maxed out a
credit card to set up a website that featured his very
busty daughter. Larry showed me the first three
photosets he took of Alana. Larry is a better idea guy
than photographer. I took over taking pictures of
Alana.
About six weeks after the website launched, Larry made
back his investment. It was about then that some
federal agents visited Larry. Larry never admitted a
lot of what the agents said, but it was enough that he
pulled the website down. I had made sure that when
Alana was posing that nothing popped out. I didn't want
any of us to be arrested, but I think the agents told
Larry they were going to drag his name through the mud.
Even after the website shut down, several customers
persisted, asking for any new pictures of Alana. Alana
loved the attention, and a month after the website went
down, we shot two photosets for Bob and Jason. Both men
happily forked out the fifty bucks for the custom sets,
in which Alana appeared fully clothed.
As the months went on, we shot three more photosets for
the pair of fans who begged for a dinner date with
Alana. Using caution, I had both men give me enough
information so that I could run background checks on
both of them. Bob turned out to be a DMV supervisor and
Jason was a manager at a nude club.
Both men traveled to make the dinner date and both men
were polite during the dinner. Alana was loving the
attention. Their line of work came up the dinner date.
Jason admitted that he admired Alana's bustline because
most of his dancers were small in the chest area. Jason
also suggested that Alana should see him at the club,
but not until she turned eighteen.
A month later, during another dinner date, Bob
suggested that he could easily make Alana a state I.D.
card that said she was eighteen. I then saw a glint in
the eyes of Larry and Alana that made me wonder. There
must have been some discussion at home because two days
later Larry and Alana announced that Alana would make a
one time appearance at Jason's club. Apparently, Jason
had admitted that the local vice cops didn't come
around on Monday evenings. Alana could slip in, do a
four hour shift, and slip out without much notice.
***
Three weeks later, with the illegal card in hand, the
three of us made the trip down the road to Jason's
place. Larry, knowing that strange men were about to
see his daughter display her nude body for strangers,
began drinking from a large bottle of Jack Daniel's. He
had a buzz on seventy five minutes later when we
arrived at Jason's.
Inside the club, Jason gave Alana a quick run down on
the dos and don'ts. She was onstage fifteen minutes
later. The club was running a three songs per dancer
rotation, but Alana decided to get naked on the first
song. For the first time since she was eleven, I saw
her in the altogether. The five foot tall, soon to be
fourteen year old, had hair that hung to her shoulders
framing a cute face. Her now double DD rack had tiny
brown nipples, and of course, she was hairless between
her legs.
The customers flocked to Alana besieging her with
dollar bills and requests for private dances. She spent
the next three and a half hours in the VIP room giving
private dance after private dance. By the time she
finished her shift though. her father was a drunken
mess. Alana and I helped him to the van and loaded him
into the backseat.
When we pulled away from the parking lot, Alana proudly
showed the wad of twenties she had made during the
private dances. "So, how did it go?" I asked.
"I wasn't supposed to let anyone touch me," she
answered, but Bob was so nice to me that I let him put
his finger in me. I was so turned on though. I loved
having those men look at me. It made me so hot, and...
so wet."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes," she admitted as she pulled up her skirt. I could
see she wasn't wearing any panties.
She placed her hand on her clit and began to make
circular motions. She hissed as she tilted her head
back and spread her legs, placing her knees on the
dashboard. She moaned once, then looked over at me.
"Would you like to touch me Uncle Carl?" she asked as
she reached out and grabbed my right hand. She placed
my hand on her bare pussy. She was sopping wet. She
squealed as I ran a finger along her slit. I found her
opening and slipped half my finger in.
"Yessssssss!" she hissed as I worked my hand back and
forth.
I could feel wetness in my own pants as my dick
strained against my jeans. I also noticed that we had
passed from the city into the less populated county.
There was a dirt road on the right. I drastically
slowed and pulled several hundred yards off the
highway. Alana gave me a quizzical look, then noticed
me open my zipper as I stopped. She swiveled to her
left to give me better access.
I jumped between her legs and entered her. Alana was
digging her heels into the back of my thighs and
grabbing my waist with her hands. "Oh yes!" the teen
blurted out, "fuck me Uncle Carl, fuck me."
I pounded her pussy, but I was so excited that it only
took me five minutes to cum. Alana wrapped me in a bear
hug and gave me a long passionate kiss. With blood
returning to my brain, I told her we should wait until
we got home to continue.
I pulled my zipper up and returned behind the wheel.
Just then I saw the unmistakable silhouette of a Police
car as it pulled off the highway to check on us.
Thinking fast, I told Alana to tell the Police that we
pulled off to see if her father was still breathing.
The cop did buy the story, but not until after he ran a
make on my license.
We giggled to each other after the cop left and we
pulled back on the highway. Half an hour later we were
home. We took Larry out and carried him to his bed. We
then went to Alana's room. I stood her in front of her
bed. "Have you ever fucked a girl in her room before?"
Alana asked. I shook my head no, then told her I was
going to make love to her as I lifted off her sweater,
freeing her giant jugs. Slipping her skirt off, I
lifted her then carefully placed her on the bed.
Starting slowly at her head, I started kissing her,
spending time on her ears, lips, and chin before moving
to her neck. I moved slowly down her body until I
reached her once again sopping wet pussy. She was
squirming as I used my tongue to make love to her clit.
She started moaning, tossing, and bucking as I used my
fingers in her and worked her clit. She then stiffened
and had her first intense orgasm. I gave her several
seconds then worked her into multi orgasmic bliss. It
was then that I finally entered her.
Our love making was intense, varying between slow
strokes and fast making sure she had at least two more
orgasms before I set her up for my orgasm. For the
second time that night, I shot my load into her.
Laying next to her in the afterglow, Alana admitted she
had wanted to do me for the past two years, then asked
if a girl was supposed to do her uncle. I reminded her
that I wasn't her uncle by blood. She smiled and gave
me a smoldering kiss, then talked me into taking her
back to the club next week.
I don't know how I'm going to tell Larry.
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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