Nicki By NightShade Steve put down the heavy trunk he was carrying and turned to watch the small figure on the path far below struggling with two heavy suitcases. In the far distance, he could just make out his rusting Ford pickup parked at the end of the dusty road that wound up from the valley floor far below.
His cabin commanded a view he never tired of. Unless, of course, he was carrying a fucking steamer trunk full of fucking rocks up the fucking mountain on the hottest fucking day of the fucking year. "God Damn bitch," he muttered to himself.
"Every fucking year the same fucking thing." Why couldn't his sister just watch her own kid for the summer? Just because he had a disability pension and didn't have to work; and just because he had a big place up in the mountains where the kid couldn't get into trouble, his sister had been unloading his niece on him every summer for the past 10 years. Ever since Nicki had been 4 or 5 years old. Five short years after the stupid bitch had given birth to an unplanned and unwanted child.
It still amazed Steve that those two self-centered brats who called themselves her parents had suffered through even those first five long summers without their precious vacations with their money-stuck-up-their-ass friends.
They still lamented that sacrifice loudly and often. Steve glanced back down the mountain path. He grinned, in spite of himself. He really did like the kid and all. He watched her struggle determinedly with those heavy suitcases. He knew she wouldn't quit and that made him proud of her. He had taught her that. He had to admit she was actually somewhat nice to have around after a couple of weeks.
It took about that long for her to get over being spoiled and to get the 'city' out of her system. His sister and her no-good husband were too busy working to pay much attention to Nicki.
They substituted cash and gifts for love and attention. As you would expect, Nicki was spoiled rotten. But she was more lonely than spoiled. Kind of like he was when she left at the end of the summer. He quickly shoved those painful memories out of his mind.
They would come soon enough. He would deal with them then. He picked the heavy trunk back up and headed towards his cabin in the distance. Shit, it felt like she was moving in for good this time. This was by far the most stuff she had brought with her, and that wasn't counting the suitcases she was lugging.
He thought he remembered hearing something about more shit on the way, too. UPS or something. Fuck! That meant even more fucking trips up and down the mountain. When he reached the cabin, he put the trunk down heavily on the packed earth clearing that substituted for a front yard, turned and sat wearily on the trunk.
He rested, wiping the sweat off with his shirtsleeve, waiting for his niece to make her way up the path. He knew better than to help her, or to offer any assistance at all. It was an understanding they had had from that first summer 10 years ago. She always insisted on carrying her own weight. This time, she almost was. Those damn cases were heavy! It was hot today, hot for this early in the season, hot for this high up the mountain. Still, the sun felt good on his back as it warmed him through his shirt.
He impulsively pulled the shirt over his head, baring his muscled torso to the sun's rays. His chest glistened from the effort of hiking up the steep slope carrying the extra weight of the steamer trunk. He kept in excellent shape during the spring, summer, fall and most of the winter by chopping firewood for the entire valley. He did it for free, just for the exercise. And to keep from going crazy up here by himself.
Only the deep snow kept him housebound. The neighbors thought he was already crazy to do it fur nuttin', as they said, but they weren't complaining loud enough for him to hear, yet. He watched his niece struggle as she lugged the cases up the last section of the path to where he was sitting. Nicki wasn't used to the altitude or the exercise and it showed. Her hair was messed up, her breathing ragged and she was sweating profusely.
She dropped the heavy cases helter-skelter next to the trunk and collapsed on the ground. "Moving in for good this time?" he asked. "Huh? Didn't Mom write you? She said she sent you a letter. They're going to Europe or something and will be gone longer this year." "Shit!" He meant to say it under his breath, but apparently, some of it slipped out. Nicki's face clouded and the excited light in her eye flickered and dimmed.
He watched as a large tear dripped down her smooth cheek. Now he knew what shit felt like. "Oh, Nicki, Hell! You know me. I didn't mean that like it sounded.
You know it's not you, it's your Mom. It's just that, well, I just wish she would ask me first. Just once." "You don't want me here, do you." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
Her shoes fascinated her at the moment. She wanted to hear him grovel a bit. It was another tradition. She always needed him, at least once, to say he wanted her to be up there with him. "Oh, shit, yes! Of course I do. I look forward to you coming every summer. I really do. Honest! It's like you belong here, you know? You always have a room up here with me. Besides, I can imagine, it must be hard for you, too, getting dumped off on old Uncle Steve, having to come all the way up here in the woods every year.
It must be tough not to be with all your friends." "Nah, it's OK. No big deal. None of them are home, either. They all go to camp all summer and sleep in big rooms with people they hardly know, different every year. At least I know where I'm going to be, have my own room, and who I'm going to be with." She grinned up at him, and he knew he was forgiven for his outburst. "Besides, you're not all that hard to live with, Uncle Steve." She had been looking at his face during this last part.
She liked his face. It was so open and honest. Not tight and closed like her father's. Nicki flushed red as this thought flashed through her brain. Now that she had noticed though, she had to admit he was kind of good looking. His longish blonde hair was lightened by long hours in the sun. It gave him a kind of surfer look. His face was, well, not handsome in a pretty way, but its ruggedness deeply attracted her.
She was drawn to his strength. She liked how his eyes sparkled when he looked at her. They both had the same blue eyes. So did her mom. Icy blue, almost white. Against his dark cheeks, the contrast was startling. Her gaze drifted down to his thickly muscled chest and she felt a funny twinge in her tummy.
She blushed again. She was really feeling weird. It was the altitude, she tried to convince herself, but she knew better. She had felt the same way in the airport looking at that football player that was waiting for his flight.
Her dad had introduced them and she had been so shy she couldn't say a word. She had almost left a wet spot on the chair before they called her plane. She felt the same way now. The muscles rippling across Uncle Steve's chest as he moved stirred her.
She remembered she had the same feelings when she had watched his tight butt as he walked in front of her up the path. She hadn't needed to rest. She wanted to see his tight butt! His bulging muscles had taken her breath away when he lifted the heavy trunk.
He tried to pretend it was nothing, but it had taken her and both her parents to get it into the taxi. She felt the fluttering again, as she looked a little lower at his stomach. God! A six-pack! Even slouched as he was against the heavy trunk there was no excess.
All muscle. All male. Nicki felt her heart-rate pick up and another hot flash swept through her young body. She leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes to cover her embarrassment. She could still peek between the slits of her eyelids at her uncle. She had never realized what a huge hunk of a man he was. Maybe, maybe he could teach her about some of those things.? Steve watched her looking him over. He had been trying hard not to stare at her the whole way up the path to the house.
When they had first started up the mountain, he had been behind her. He immediately noticed that she had developed a decidedly feminine ass over the past year. He thought back to when she had left and he knew she had not looked then like she did now. She had been a skinny kid then.
He began to have trouble walking as he kept staring at that enticingly swaying ass, and at her first rest stop, he had moved in front of her. As he looked at her now, hot and flushed from her exertions, he started getting hard again. Climbing the steep path to the house on a hot, humid day had plastered her thin cotton tee shirt to her young 15-year-old body. And God!
What a body! It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra underneath that thin blouse.
He had done her laundry for the past 10 years and he knew she had never worn one up till now. But someone should have clued her in. With tits like that hanging out in the open, he was going to have a lot of trouble keeping his hands off her.
He shifted a little, relieving some of the pressure on his swelling cock. Her tits were just as he liked them. Not huge, but definitely out there. High, firm mounds capped by the lightest pink/red centers. Smaller than a quarter, with stubbornly erect nipples he could see poking up into the damp material of her thin shirt.
He thought again of how she had looked when she left last September. Yep, she had been just a scrawny kid. He had hardly recognized her getting off the plane.
Holy Shit, was she built! He didn't think she was aware that her unrestrained breasts were essentially completely exposed by the wet translucent material. As he watched her slyly scoping out his chest, arms and abs, he saw her tiny nipples suddenly perk up and poke out very sexily.
What could she be thinking? A dark damp spot was spreading across the crotch of her tight shorts, too. It could have just been from sweating, but maybe.? His cock began swelling even larger in his jeans, causing a lump to grow down his right pants leg. Nicki caught her breath, now that she had it under control. She had closed her eyes almost all the way shut and leaned back against the suitcase, resting. She could still see out of the slits in her eyes and had been seriously checking out her Uncle Steve.
He didn't look like any of the boys at General Parker Middle School. There were no guys at the high school she was starting next year that looked like him, either.
They were boys. This was a man! Her heartbeat sped up, sending more strange fluttering feelings to her cunny. And that thing in his pants! God! That couldn't be his 'thing,' his penis, could it? If what her girlfriends told her she was supposed to do with it was true, it was way too big. It went all the way down his pants leg! And if what she had learned in SexEd was true, when it got hard and stiff, when a boy got 'excited,' he was supposed to fit his erection up inside her somehow.
Geez, Uncle Steve wouldn't be thinking about doing that to me with that, would he? Oh, God, would he? Do you think, maybe, he., we.? Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad summer after all.
Maybe she., he., they. But God! It was so BIG! She had heard one of the girls talking about putting her boyfriend's thing in her mouth and sucking on it. Most of the girls had thought that was gross, but Nicki wasn't sure. She wondered how it felt. And some of the other girls had called the girl a slut and a cocksucker for doing stuff like that.
Nicki didn't do anything but listen. And think about it. But just thinking about it now, putting her mouth over Uncle Steve's thing, well, just by thinking about it the tingling got stronger. That wasn't all sweat that was leaking out of her cunny, either! With a little shudder, more stuff leaked out, and she suddenly felt very self-conscious. Blushing bright red, Nicki jumped up quickly, unintentionally giving her uncle a nice little bouncing booby show.
He enjoyed it immensely and almost applauded before he caught himself. Something told him not to embarrass her. She picked up her suitcases and headed for her room, leaving her semi-aroused uncle staring at her long legs and shapely ass as she walked by, and wondering if this summer would not be so bad after all. The next few days were somewhat tense and unusually uncomfortable. Both of them were trying to figure out if there were new rules of behavior, now that there was another set of raging hormones in the cabin.
There had never been two sexes there before. Nicki was a late bloomer. Fast, but late. So it had never been a problem with them, and they had been pretty casual about dress and closing doors and privacy. There had never been a need for privacy before. There were several 'accidental' walk-ins when one or the other was in the shower or dressing.
She was fascinated with his schlong, hard or soft. For two days, whenever they were together, it seemed to him she never looked at his face. Her eyes automatically fell to his crotch. He dug out all his bikini underwear for her benefit. Or at least that's what he told himself. On her part, she was oblivious to his stares at her newly developed body. She hadn't had it long enough, or been exposed like most of her friends to a lot of gawking young boys to make her sensitive to male attention.
She hadn't yet learned to watch where a man's eyes were focused. If she had ever looked up at Steve's face, she might have noticed. But all she noticed was that fat tube in his shorts when he got up in the morning and went into the bathroom. She got a good look at it once when he was in the shower and she 'had' to go pee.
It seemed to get a little bigger as he watched her use the toilet, but she wasn't sure as he politely turned his back to her. She thought he had taken a longer shower than normal that morning.
Every year, the first week after she got to the cabin was an 'off' week. Her Uncle Steve would let her get used to the altitude, and no telephone, and no TV and no CDs and so on.
They always did the same thing on the same day every year for that first week. The first couple of days they sat around and talked, catching up. This year they both did a lot of looking, as well. Then, to get her used to the altitude, he would take her on short hikes, one day to the caves down the mountain a ways, the next day they would hike to the lower lake and go swimming. This year she had forgotten her swimsuit at the cabin and stripped down to a thin tee shirt to go in.
She really liked the way he looked at her and how he reacted to looking at her. That night she put all of her bras away for the summer. She decided she wouldn't be needing them. The next day found them at the top of the mountain behind the cabin and then the last day of the 'off' week they went to the high lakes and went fishing, if the ice was melted. The water there was really too cold to swim, but the cool air made her nipples poke out through her shirt. Again, she had 'forgotten' her sweater, and Uncle Steven had to put his arm around her to warm her up.
The heat his touch generated in her quivering young body had nothing to do with shared body heat. It was more like the chemical reaction of two sets of raging hormones rubbing together.
Maybe thermonuclear would be more appropriate. In many ways, the week had gone pretty much like normal, but at the end of it they were both still unsure of how to act around each other. Sometime Steve thought she was just his little niece again, and he was cool with that. But increasingly, she was acting more like a little sex kitten. That drove him nuts and he just about got a blister on his prick jacking off at night. Then there was the issue about her disappearing without telling him.
Nicki kept sneaking off by herself, thinking she was slipping away unnoticed. Because, to put it bluntly, Nicki was horny. She was also inexperienced and naïve and a little bit shy about her new body and these strange feelings she was having. Her mother, as usual, didn't have time to talk to her about the changes she was going through.
The changes in her daughter's body had happened so fast, she almost didn't recognize her when she had come home from work early one afternoon. She had stared at this strange beautiful young woman, and then had gone into her office, ignoring her. Nicki had been hurt, but then, she had caught on at a very young age that she wasn't very welcome in her own home.
So any sex education Nicki got, she got on the street. So many of her girlfriends had developed tits earlier than she had, that they had boyfriends and had started kissing.
Nicki had had a body like a stick next to theirs until just last year and the boys just hadn't been interested when there were girls with boobs available. When she had started to blossom, hell, when she exploded; she had been embarrassed by the deformations happening to her body.
She covered up what was happening with the loose-fitting styles of her generation. No one noticed. She was also terribly shy about sex and boys, but mostly sex. That didn't mean she wasn't curious or that she didn't talk to her girlfriends. She was just not confident of herself, of what she had become. And the urges the other girls were feeling hadn't been there, either.
At least, until now. Just before she had left the city for the summer, her one best girlfriend had asked her if she had ever rubbed herself 'down there' and Nicki, even though she hadn't, said she had. But she would only admit to once so her friend wouldn't think she was a slut or ask her more about it. But it got her thinking. As she got used to the altitude at Uncle Steve's cabin, and the clean air, and the early nights they went to bed when the sun went down she finally did it, once.
She touched herself down there with one slender finger. Over her panties. She liked it a lot. She touched herself just where the hair ran out. That's where it felt best. The thin cotton of her panties kept bunching up and getting in the way so she slipped her finger underneath. It still felt good. Better, in fact, than through her panties. The tip of her middle finger traced up and down the firm lips of her cunny. It tickled a little, but she knew this was a move in the right direction.
As she played with herself, her knees came up automatically, spreading her virgin cunt open to her exploring fingers. She ran her hand up and down slow, then faster. She noticed her fingers were wet and at first she thought it was perspiration. But this was slimier, slicker. Her breathing became shallow, and she could feel something happening. She knew something was going to happen, she could feel it. But she didn't have a clue what. On the upstroke, a lazy finger grazed the spot right at the top of her slit.
She gasped at the sensations that slight grazing caused. She had touched herself there before, yeah, but it had never felt like that.
She touched it lightly again, and groaned. It seemed a little bigger, swollen like. So this is what her girlfriend meant.
Gently she began experimenting with her new magic button. Rubbing it with her fingertip was good, but too intense, at least for the beginning. Rubbing it directly felt better later, when she felt she was ready to explode.
What felt best right now was running two fingers up and down, one on each side of the swelling hooded button. And then there was the rhythm. Slow was good, but so was fast. Then faster. Now slow for a bit. And faster. And . She was afraid she had woken up her Uncle Steve with her screaming, but he hadn't said anything at breakfast the next morning. She hadn't meant to scream, but the feelings that had charged through her sweaty, heaving body had really surprised her.
It may have surprised her, but it still had felt like nothing she had ever felt before. It felt so good, she began playing with herself all the time, whenever she could. She couldn't get enough of it. She had always thought she might feel dirty about doing it when the other girls had talked about touching themselves down there. All she felt was good! It was thrilling, and it was naughty at the same time. She was rubbing herself constantly, day and night. During the day, she would stand at the corner of the kitchen table and let it poke into her crotch as she would rub up and down, forcing the corner against her sensitive swollen lips.
She would position her chair at an angle and she would use the table leg, sometimes with Uncle Steve sitting across from her!
He never noticed! When she was out in the woods, she would find a large fallen branch or a fallen tree and straddle it, riding it to a thrilling shudder. There was one fallen tree in particular she liked that was just out of sight of the cabin.
She could really let loose there, out by herself. She used the stairway banister with that wonderful funny knob on the end, she used the free-standing towel rack in the bathroom, the edge of the bathtub, the old exercycle with the busted seat in the basement. Basically, she dry humped anything she could find that she could get between her legs. Every night she used her fingers before she went to sleep to rub herself to a shuddering orgasm. Or two. Or three.
Every night, in her dreams, she had visions of huge sausages, writhing tubes of meat, snake-like monsters all looking at her naked virgin cunny.
She would spread her legs wide in her dreams, inviting them to do something, anything. All the monsters ever did was rub against her. She would wake up in a frustrated sweat, somehow unfulfilled, knowing there was something more. She was still a virgin, even in her dreams. Steve, for his part, was playing it cool. Or at least as cool as a pedophile could in this situation.
No one in his family knew, but his sudden discharge from the Army was not for physical reasons. It was technically a medical discharge. He had been an exemplary soldier, not too bright but not stupid, on his way up to a sergeant's rank. He was the top ranked driver in the motor pool at HHQ. He had been discharged from the Army after banging six 12 year olds on a five-day field trip. The little girls hadn't complained or turned him in.
Hell, it had been their idea to come into his room night after night after night. He hadn't even suggested it. It had been their fucking ugly teacher who yelled 'Rape' when she was caught in a compromising position by one of the horny brats. He could get it up for those little girls any time they wanted, which, for those precocious Army Brats, was every time no one was watching. But it went limp-city when their teacher was under him.
No matter how much she sucked on it, what she wore, or what she let him do to her, it played dead soldier. He hadn't asked her into his bed, either.
Hell, all he wanted was some rest! The teacher had cried rape when one of her girls came into his room and caught them both naked with her tied to the headboard and him beating the shit out of her tits, just for the heck of it. He had been arrested and that should have been that. Her story was so weak, he would probably have gotten off with a note in his record. Except that during the investigation, the whole story came out when one of the little cunts was questioned.
She broke down and told the whole story, then pissed her pants because she was afraid of what her father would do. To her, not Steve. When the other five girls were confronted with the story, they confessed and told the same story, leaving no doubt that Steve was not the instigator. The shit really hit the fan, then. Two of the girl's fathers were generals, and they didn't want any publicity like this.
Period. So Steve was discharged, honorably, and even finagled a disability pension on top of it. The US Army just wanted him gone. Even with his leanings toward young stuff, Steve had never noticed his niece in that way.
Hell, she was his niece, family, for Christ's sake. But shit, did he notice her now! Maybe it was her boiling hormones that let off a scent or something. Or all that sticky stuff on the sheets.
He noticed her hard young woman's body now, that's for fuckin' sure! He also noticed how her long blonde hair looked better in twin ponytails. It made her look younger.
He noticed that just a little makeup made her look outstanding, especially red lipstick. He began dreaming of those ruby lips stretched tight around his hard cock. Now that he had noticed her, he began watching her whenever he could. Following her out of the house on the second day, he almost laughed aloud when he came upon her straddling a log in the woods. If she hadn't been screaming her orgasm to the wild, she would probably have heard him jacking off watching her.
He arranged for a tree about the right size and the right height to 'fall' closer to the cabin, but with a convenient view from his deer blind. He also began placing convenient objects in her path, like the 'old' exercise bike in the basement floor. It had only taken a couple of minutes to weld the seat so that the horn was almost vertical and then to stack the boxes just the right way. She had spent several hours down there in the basement, humping herself on that old bicycle seat, unaware of the front row seat he had arranged for himself.
As he watched her become acquainted with her sexuality, he learned several things. First, she never penetrated her cunt. He thought that was odd unless she really didn't know anything about how sex worked.
Knowing his sister, that made sense. Second, he noticed it didn't take much to light her jets. She could cum faster than any woman or girl he had ever seen. Third, she got excited, really excited rubbing her cunt on something.
But she also got just as excited when she rubbed her asshole. Which she was doing more of as she got more experienced. It almost seemed she preferred it back there, when she could get at it, like on the upright bicycle seat. Fourth, she began, finally, to notice his reactions to some of her actions.
Like him staring at her in skimpy clothes, or staring at her bare tits when she bent way over and poured his coffee. And she was repeating the things that turned him on, that made his cock rise. Fifth, he noticed she didn't strip down to do it, except maybe at night. He didn't know about that. He had only listened at night, not peeked. After that first night when she had scared the living shit out of him with her sudden screaming, ol' Uncle Steve began to listen at her door at night.
He could hear the tell-tale bouncing bedsprings and the sloshing of a tight juicy quim being tormented with dainty fingers. He would let loose his throbbing cock and stoke it firmly, timing his cum with hers, her high-pitched squeals, now muffled in her pillow, announced her oncoming climax.
There were several new stains on the wall next to her door and a funny bleach smell in the hall. She never noticed. So the first week passed without incident. That all changed when they started their normal summertime routine. Every year Nicki would help her Uncle Steve as he chopped firewood. When she had been a little girl, not much more than a toddler, she would pick up the scattered wood chips and pile them in a neat stack. Well, more or less neat.
It got neater as she got older. It had been her way of helping, carrying her weight. As she got older, she would do other things, some of them actually productive. He always had something for her to do near him because he honestly enjoyed her company. She had a ready laugh and was always chatting about something. Besides, it kept her busy, gave her something to do, and he always knew where she was.
Until she got here, he hadn't been sure what she would do this year. That changed when he saw her at the airport. He decided then to let her take a more active adult role this year. He tried to convince himself that he had made his decision based on her physical size; she was taller, too, not just her physical attributes. When he closed his eyes, though, he could just imagine her bra-less tits bouncing in her tight shirts as she swung a light ax or used the two-man saw.
The images of her firm ass in her tight shorts flexing with each stoke kept him hard most of the night every night. Nicki came outside for the first workday after cleaning up the breakfast dishes - he cooked, she cleaned, as always. Steve handed her a pair of safety goggles, some new soft leather gloves in her size and a new lightweight ax.
He pointed silently to a stack of dried logs waiting to be split and smiled. A more experienced girl might have said he leered lecherously. Ok, Ok. The corners of his mouth were tilting upwards and several teeth showed. So you decide. What would you be doing in his shoes? Nicki understood what he wanted her to do and she was thrilled. She didn't even notice his expression. Finally, she was getting to do the big people stuff. She attacked the pile with youthful vigor, never giving a thought to how sore her muscles were going to be from all this unaccustomed work.
Or for the erotic show she was putting on for him. It was everything he had imagined and then some. She kept going and going, stroke after stroke, matching, or nearly matching his output. She didn't notice he seemed preoccupied, and was not splitting as much wood as he usually did. She just wanted to make him proud of her, to show him she was grown up. In this case, that wasn't really the issue. She was already shown him she was grown up.
By the end of the morning, she was hot, tired and sore. Sweat covered her hard body, slicking down her loose blonde hair to her neck, plastering her shirt to her body. She blushed when she looked down and realized she could clearly see her stiffening nipples through the thin fabric. She shuddered as a soft breeze chilled them, making them poke up quite dramatically. Looking up quickly, she saw Uncle Steve grinning at her as he watched her near naked body in the bright morning sunlight. It was the first time she had caught him looking at her body, but he was too tired to care.
Fuck it. She looked damn good. She was embarrassed by his stare, but thrilled, too. Really thrilled. Excited by his bold gaze, she decided to push it and see what happened. Her gloves came off slowly as she pulled each finger up and then took the glove off her hand.
She didn't know it, but she was mimicking a strip teaser. Uncle Steve knew it, and his prick reacted accordingly. Nicki noticed that, however. As she teased him, her eyes were glued to his crotch. As she shook out her sweaty hair, she reached into the back pocket of her tight shorts and took out a bright red scrunchy. She gathered her hair up into a ponytail to keep it off her neck and out of the way.
She noticed his 'thing,' his cock, jerking and swelling as she seductively posed for him. It thrilled her to think she could do that to him, to make him excited.
Being naïve, she didn't know that by Spring, Uncle Steve was so horny, he would fuck a sleeping bear, and nearly had, one year. From the reaction she saw in his cutoff shorts, Uncle Steve apparently liked it when she had her arms up and her hands behind her head. She kept her hands behind her head for longer than necessary, fussing with hair that didn't need to be fixed, teasing him.
When she turned around and wiggled her butt at him, she heard a groan escape from him. Teasing him, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. His face looked awful red and she gave him a happy, almost innocent smile. Deciding to continue and to see what else he liked, she nudged her gloves off the log she had laid them on. She had to lean over the log with her butt towards Uncle Steve, then reach way over and get them.
Which she did. Slowly. She even managed to drop them two or three times. That wasn't hard to do because her arms were so sore and she could barely reach them by stretching out on her tiptoes. She knew her shorts were tight when she was standing up and that they would be even tighter now. What she didn't know was that the wetness from her sweat and her cunt juice made the fabric stick to her so that it formed to every curve. It was like a second skin, showing her slit and puffy lips, her ass crack and even the little dimple of her asshole.
Uncle Steve was getting quite a show. And he was enjoying it immensely. He walked over to her as she was leaning over the log, her feet just barely on the ground. He placed a leather-gloved hand in the small of her back, ostensibly to steady her, so she wouldn't fall. Actually, his firm hand pinned her to the log. He tipped her slightly forward.
With her feet now off the ground, she had no leverage and she hung there helpless. He moved in behind her and leaned over her back, pressing his own sweaty body against hers. "Need some help, Nicki?" He tilted his hips up and pressed his swollen cock up against her stretched ass cheeks. "N-n-n-no. I almost have them. But you can steady me, OK?" Her breathless voice caught as he punctuated her ass with his prick.
Her ass wiggled back against his cock-swollen pants. Steve stayed where he was as he watched her struggle to reach the gloves. He leaned in a little bit, pressing tighter against her ass.
He reached down to hold her around the shoulder blades, thinking to hold her by the shoulders and dry-fuck against her fabulous butt. But just as he was reaching down, she finally got a firm hold of both of the gloves.
She arched her back to raise herself up. This had two effects. One, her ass flexed up against his crotch even harder. Two, his gloved hands missed her shoulder blades and ended up slipping around her chest to grab firmly onto her tits.
"Oooooohhhh! Pull me up, Uncle Steve." She loved the feel of his strong hands on her boobs. To prolong the feeling, she locked his hands in place by bringing her arms down to her sides. She still was teasing him and didn't notice he was beyond teasing.
When he didn't move to lift her up, she wiggled her butt impatiently and turned to look at him over her shoulder. She giggled when she saw him standing there with his eyes closed.
The "little girl" giggle did it. He went over the edge. This was no longer a game to him. Too fucking bad if she was his fucking niece. His hands squeezed her firm tits suddenly, and she gasped. The rough leather of the gloves rubbed against her sensitive flesh and a bolt of energy surged from them straight to her tight little slit.
She bucked against the log, spreading her legs, rubbing her clit on the rough bark and her ass on the hard cock behind her. Her legs bent around his legs automatically. She locked her ankles around the backs of his thighs and urged him closer to her. She rhythmically ground her pussy into the log. Uncle Steve picked up on her erotic rhythm, squeezing her tits and humping his crotch against her ass in the age old beat.
After several minutes of this frantic stimulation, a tremendous flash of lightning hit her brain, cunt, tits and ass at the same time. She screamed in wild orgasm, shaking in his grasp, feeling electrified all over and oh, so good. Her first big girl climax with a man left her limp and unconscious in his arms. As she came to, she thought she was dreaming again, but this time the dreams were different.
This time, the monsters were tickling her, one of them was brushing up against and actually poking a little ways into her cunt and another monster was nosing firmly into her asshole. But this dream felt different, too. Oh, God! It wasn't a dream! Please don't let it be a dream. It feels so good.
Oh, please! Nicki was still head down over something, but it wasn't the log. This was narrower, and closer to the ground. She looked up and saw her glove lying near her head. When she went to grab for it, she found she couldn't move her hand. Neither one. Confused, she looked back at her hands and saw they were tied at the wrists to her ankles and that each ankle was then tied to a leg of a sawhorse. She was spread wide open. Her shirt had either dropped or been pulled so that it bunched around her neck, exposing her bosom for the first time to male eyes.
Her naked bosom, anyway. And that flash of hot pink around her left ankle was her shorts. She couldn't wear panties under those shorts. They were too tight.
Oh my God! She was tied up, bent over a sawhorse, her naked butt sticking up in the air and her bare boobies bouncing with every breath. And she was loving it! She could feel the juice running down her legs from her cunny. She thought back to those dreams, those things poking at her privates.
She looked back through her spread legs. And gasped! Uncle Steve had taken his shorts off, too! And it was bigger than BIG, it was HUGE! It looked angry, it was so stiff and red.
But there was the cutest little slit at the top of it with a delicious looking drop of fluid seeping out. It looked like a big, make that huge, lollipop.
With a thick stick. She wanted to touch it, kiss it even. He was on his knees behind her, and seemed to be leaning in. "AAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHH! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!" "Welcome back to the living, Nicki. Did you have a nice nap?" "Oh, Wow, Uncle Steve. I never felt anything like that before. And just now, what did you do?" "You mean this?" She spasmed in her bonds, screaming. "Or this?" He did something else to her butthole she hadn't felt before.
She screamed again. "Oh, geez, Uncle Steve. The first one, but they were both nice. Better than nice. It felt fantastic." She paused, breathing heavily. "Uh, Uncle Steve, did we just do 'it'?" "If you mean, did we just fuck, no, we didn't do 'it'." He leaned down to look at her upside down face. "You mean you don't know what 'it' is?" "Well, er, uh, kind of, but, uh, well, not exactly. I know it takes a man and a woman and he puts his thingy in-" "His WHAT?" "His thingy.
You know, there, that thing there." She tried to point with her nose at his pecker, but, having straightened back up, that wasn't the mouth he was staring at. "You mean this?" He reached down with one hand and grabbed his rampant cock. He shifted so that he could move the tip up and down the inside of her left leg. "Oohhhhh, yesssss.
That. That thing." "That 'thingy' is my cock. And this is your pussy, or your cunt. This little rosebud here is your asshole." Uncle Steve punctuated each of her holes with a kiss and/or a probe with his tongue. She just lay across the sawhorse, shivering with each touch.
He repeated the lessons several times. He continued his licking, kissing and probing with each lesson, listening to her gasps and groans. The longer she didn't ask to be released, the bolder he got. He still wasn't sure how far he would or should go right now, but now he was sure that sometime soon - he would be fucking his little niece.
And not just her cunt or her mouth. Uncle Steve wanted Niece Nicki's ass. He was fixated on it. He was going to have it and soon. Maybe tonight?
Maybe. Hell, probably. "Cock. Cunt. Pussy. Asshole. Got it?" Oh, yeah. G-g-g-g-got it, Unce' Stev. Ooooooohhhh.
Oh, Uncle Steve, your cock. Is it really hard? How does it fit up me? Oh God. I have so many questions." "Shit, Nicki, don't they teach you city kids anything at school? I'll bet you've never even seen a cock before, have you?" "Huh-uh." She shook her head 'no'. "Well, shit. How're you supposed to practice being a good little cocksucker?
We'll just have to give you all the practice you need this summer. How 'bout that, huh?" With that, he tipped her over a bit more, moving her head down under the sawhorse and towards his cock. As her head swung around, he pointed his cock right at her mouth. His aim was good. As it got close, she opened her mouth, wide, then wider still.
With an audible plop, it was in. And it kept coming! Without her hands, she couldn't control the depth. She gagged a couple of times as it whacked into her tonsils.
Then she relaxed her throat, swallowed and forced it down into her throat. Uncle Steve must have liked that a lot, because he yelled down the valley. After he was done yelling and moving it in and out real hard, he buried his face in her cunt and she didn't remember much after that. She thought she felt her asshole being stretched, as if he had poked two or three fingers in it. Mostly she just remembered his iron prick sliding in her mouth and throat.
It got bigger, then it jerked and she had to swallow some salty, fishy tasting stuff. And she had never felt so wonderful in all her short life. After he untied her and helped her up, they decided to take the afternoon off. With the amount of work she had done this morning, Steve knew she was going to be worthless the next couple of days. But he thought he could find something to keep her mind off her aches and pains. She had seemed pretty submissive during the time she had been tied up and he decided to see how far she would carry the submissiveness.
If he were lucky, she wouldn't know any better and would think it was normal. Hell, it was worth a shot. He took her into his arms and held her tight, her arms held captive between their bodies. She stood there meekly, looking up into his eyes. He kissed her forehead and then told her what he wanted her to do, how he wanted her to look and what to wear.
He waited for some resistance, but saw none in her adoring eyes. With a swat to her bare bottom, he sent her scampering back into the cabin. He picked up the work area a bit, putting away the discarded tools, clothing, and gloves. He went into the cabin's living room and sat down in his overstuffed easy chair.
The stack of mail from the Post Office was still sitting there from last week's delivery. He sorted through it, liking that there were never any bills. Mostly junkmail, but it helped keep him informed of what was available in the real world. He had just found his sister's letter when Nicki came down the stairs into the living room. He tried to remain cool and calm when he saw her, but it was impossible to keep his prick down. She saw him stiffen and giggled.
That added to the effect and he gave up. "Shit, Nicki, you look great! Just fucking great!" "Really? You don't think I look too young? Or do you like.? Why, Uncle Steven!
I do believe you're a pervert! You want me to look like a little girl!" This tickled her for some reason, and she down ran the remaining steps laughing and jumped into his arms. She had done her hair in twin ponytails, red lipstick, a too-tight cutoff tee shirt and tiny thong panties.
A little girl slut look. He was in heaven She sat on his lap and let him touch her for a long time. Finally, she was squirming, her ass writhing directly on top of his iron prick. That reminded her of something. "Uncle Steve? Can I practice some more?" "Huh?
Practice what?" "You know, with your thing." "My what?" "Oh, yeah. Your cock. Can I practice sucking on your cock?" "Is that all you want to do? Just suck on it?" She blushed. "N-n-no." She took a deep breath and looked at him wistfully. "I don't know anything else to do, I mean, I've never done anything. But I want to learn about everything, and I want practice a lot so I am good at it, too." "You want to do everything?" "Uh-huh.
Everything. Especially the stuff you like to do. I want you to have fun, too." "Oh, well. OK, then. I guess you can practice. We'll do some of the other stuff later.
Something I really like, OK? You know, you really do need the practice. But if you want to be really good, you can't use your hands." "Really? Gee. I want to be the best, uh, cocksucker I can be. For you," she added, smiling at him. "Alright then, let's get you started. Stand up and turn around." She did. He took a short cord from the pocket of his cutoffs and looped it around her wrists that she had automatically placed behind her back.
Then, he took a longer cord and tied it tightly around her waist, leaving a long end hanging down in front. Reaching through her legs, he grabbed the hanging cord and drew it up between her legs, hard into her cunt. He looped it over the waist belt in back and then drew it back through her legs. He had her turn around and face him. Her face was flushed and she was gasping for air. She was feeling things she had never felt before and she just couldn't seem to catch her breath. Being tied up scared her a little, but she felt safe with her Uncle Steven.
Looking at his tented pants, he obviously liked doing it to her. It felt exciting, too, making her little slit wet. She decided she would let him tie her up anytime he wanted.
All the time, if that's what he liked. It was kind of funny, the way his hands were shaking from his excitement. She watched him as he tied off the loose end of the crotch rope at the waist belt.
He made it tight, then he pulled it tighter still. When she wiggled her hips to adjust it a little, the crotch rope slipped between her cunt lips and rubbed right against her magic button. She just about fell over from the intense pleasure. Uncle Steve helped her to her knees so that she was between his spread legs. He unzipped his shorts for her and his prick sprang out. He held it for her while she captured the swollen head between her ruby red lips.
Her eyes looked up at his for approval and he nodded his pleasure at her. She just held her head there, not knowing what to do. Gently, he took her head between his hands and showed her how to move her head up and down. He instructed her to move her tongue, and suck. Above all, no teeth. Nicki was a good student and diligently practiced the elementary movements he had taught her. He leaned back in the chair as she bobbed slowly up and down his hard shaft.
Reaching over, he picked up the discarded letter. "Dear Steven. Derrick and I have a wonderful opportunity we just can't pass up. He got a promotion and a transfer to the European office of his company.
I was able to get a posting in my company's European office, and a promotion to go with it! I'm sure you can see what a tremendous opportunity it will be for us, but we'll be too busy with our new jobs to take care of Nicki. I'm sure you won't mind. It will only be for a couple of years." He put aside the unfinished letter and looked down at the petite blonde head bobbing enthusiastically up and down between his thighs. Nah. He wouldn't fucking mind at all. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- End of story I hope you enjoyed it.