A Present for Uncle Mike

Hi! My name is Heather and I am about to share a tale with you that I am sure you’ll find most exciting. Before I get into the meat of it though, I need to give you some background information.

Aunt Cathy and Uncle Mike have always been very dear to me. Though today you’d find me to be a very beautiful woman, that isn’t how it once was. I was a rather homely kid and quite overweight, that is up until the age of 16. If you have ever been there yourself, you know how cruel people can be, especially your peers. I was constantly harassed about my lack of fitness and beauty. My life was extremely difficult. That is where my aunt and uncle came in.

In my 16 th year I was invited to their wonderful, loving home to spend all summer long with them. Unlike big-city me, they lived in a very rural area, kind of out in the boonies. They had lots of land and outdoor activities and chores. I found the ‘working ranch’ lifestyle most appealing. It was great to be outdoors and it was great to work up a sweat. The best part of it, however, was the type of attention I was given by them and their children. My folks were always great and very encouraging, but sometimes it helps to get that kind of edification from others. After all, your parents have to love you, right? But my extended family doted on me and loved on me when they really didn’t have to. That was huge, more than my words could ever express.

So it was that in the summer of 2000 I began to personalize the tender love and reassurance that was bestowed on me from these two special people and their kids. The fruit of that kind of support was the springboard to some drastic changes in me. I became much more comfortable with who I was and began to distance myself from the critics and their destructive views. As I did, my spirit began to come alive and I became a much more emotionally stable person. Additionally, I began to see some wonderful changes in my body. Due to my age, my body began to naturally change from a being a girl to a woman. The active life I was leading also began to thin out my body and create firm muscles where there once was none. With each passing week I began to like more and more what I was seeing in the mirror.

By the time September rolled around and I was heading into my junior year of high school, I had a growth spurt and sprouted nearly two inches and dropped over 20 pounds. My breasts also began to perk up a little. I was by no means a hottie, but I had become a fairly attractive person. I could say that for the first time in my life. I did like how people were relating to me and the fact that I was no longer an outcast. At the same time it pissed me off. People shouldn’t be treating people differently just because they aren’t pretty. That is so damn shallow!

I had always enjoyed sports but now I was able to really enjoy them. I had become a quite an athlete. By the end of my senior year I had reached 5’ 7” and weighed in at 125. My cleavage was full with a nice C cup and my ass was hard and protruding in just the right way. My face had grown up and leaned out and I looked like a younger version of Brooke Burke, the beautiful brunette, only a little lighter skin tone. My transformation over the years was quite astounding. I had actually turned into a very beautiful young woman. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that could happen.

This brings me back to my aunt and uncle. Starting with that first summer, I went to stay with them for the next five. What always amazed me was their reaction to the physical changes in me. There was no reaction! I was given no more, no less attention than when I was the pudgy, unattractive kid. They always loved me just the way I was. That was almost as amazing to me as my transformation. I guess I would have expected it from Aunt Cathy since she is obviously a woman. She was the quiet type with not a whole lot to say. I always found it strange that the personable one was my uncle. But that he was. Uncle Mike was always doting on me and encouraging me, just as if I was his own. Since he was of the male gender, I thought surely he would treat me differently. But he never did. He was always the same to me: loving and gentle and my greatest cheerleader. His kids loved him to death and I was no different. I could talk to him about anything. How I loved these two special people! There was something that had troubled me, even back then. I could never put my finger on it, but something seemed amiss. I did not figure it out for many years.

During the last several, due to my work schedule, I have been able to visit for no more than one a week at a time. The last time was August of this year. Their kids had all grown and gone and it was just Mike and Cathy at home now. It was a great and a memorable time. I received all of their attention that week and I just loved it. But it was during that week that I began to understand what I had faintly observed over the past 10 years. Mike and Cathy were discernibly in love, but I could tell there was an unfulfilled longing in the heart of my dear uncle. There was a sadness that followed him and, perhaps, a frustration as well. This was what I had been seeing all these years but now it had become much clearer to me. But what exactly was it that I was seeing? Was it the result of being empty nesters? Was it a health issue? Were they growing apart?

I began to study them. I would be leaving soon so my time was short. I was determined to try and understand this dilemma before I departed again.

Since it was a working ranch, Mike would rise early, before the rest of us, and go to bed after everyone else had done so. I decided I would stay up late and get up earlier and just see what unfolded. The first thing I noted, as I quietly stood outside their bedroom door late the first night, was that Mike wanted to have sex with Aunt Cathy and she turned him down flat. I knew this because their voices were a little elevated and a little agitated. She didn’t just say “No,” she was rather rude and condescending when she said it. The next morning I got up before they did and again listened outside the door. What a sneak, huh? Once again I could hear Mike trying to seduce his wife, only to be met with an abrupt decline. And I could hear, for the first time in my life, that my uncle was angry.

“You never want it! Where in the world am I suppose to go with my sexuality if I can’t go to my own wife?”

“I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m just not into it any more. Maybe some other time. We’ll see…”

Then I heard the bathroom door slam, followed by the sound of water hitting the shower wall. I felt so bad for him. I am by no means a slut, but I do know that when you are horny it is nice to get off. You need to get off. If this was an indicator of his sex life, he must be dying inside.

It was still only 6:00 am , about an hour before Cathy and I normally got up. I quietly retreated to my bedroom and waited for some indication that Mike was done showering and had left his bedroom. Twenty minutes later I heard him walk down the hall. He was alone in his office as Aunt Cathy had gone back to sleep. I’m sure that Mike was presuming that I was asleep as well. I silently walked to his office’s doorway and peeked into the room. There I found Mike, dressed in his work boots, Wranglers and plaid shirt. He was sitting at his desk and he was on the net. His reading glasses were on but my 20/20’s enabled me to see the screen clearly. What I saw puzzled me.

He was on a website called Lush. As I tried to ascertain what he was looking at, I finally realized that there was a picture of Mike on the screen! It wasn’t his face but it was quite plain to me that the picture on the screen was showing his body. I have been swimming and sharing a hot tub with Mike and the family for so long I would recognize him anywhere. Though he was an older man, he was still gorgeous, with a perfect body for a guy his age. He was toned and lean and strong and tan. His face was welcoming if not downright handsome. “Manly” is probably the best way to describe him. So here I was looking at his picture on an erotic website. What in the hell was he doing here? What was “Lush”? I could see the name on the page. It said “Bad_Mike.” I needed to explore this on my own.

I quietly went back to my room, closed the door and ramped up my laptop. It was quite easy to find Lush, a little more challenging to find “Bad_Mike.” Wow! Uncle Mike was actually on a porn site! I wouldn’t have guessed that in a million years. I finally found his profile and began to read it. The man who was described fitted him precisely. I soon calculated that a member on the site had much more access than a non-member. I decided to make a temporary profile for myself and quickly logged in as HornyH69. Not real original, I know, but it was quick and available and I wanted to check this out more thoroughly. There I found Mike and it showed him still online. There was yet another picture of him and also several stories, presumably that he had written. There were also a lot of ‘friends’ and nearly all of them were female. Was he screwing around on Aunt Cathy? I then began to read the stories on his page.

I hadn’t had a lot of experience reading erotica but I soon learned that I could get into this! The first two were about some women named Dawn and Chrissy. The stories were hot! By the time I was halfway through the first one I was dripping onto my panties. By the beginning of the second story I had worked my free hand inside of them and by the end of the story I had gotten myself off as I rubbed my clit to a nice hard come. These stories were hot!

“Holy fuck Uncle Mike!” I screamed inside my head. I found this discovery to be quite incredible. After cleaning up a little I looked again at his stories. I found that he had written a five part series about a guy named Mike and a woman named Cathy. I started the first story. By the end of it I began to comprehend what has been going on inside this house. Suddenly a veil was removed from my eyes and everything became much clearer. By the third story I found myself resonating with Mike’s perspective on the matter and my heart ached because of his pain. As I finished the fifth story I felt like I was falling in love while growing hard-hearted towards my aunt. How could she do this to her man? How could she not respond to his need for her? I was both sad and angry at the same time. There had been so much love in this home. I had been on the receiving end for years. Why was it being withheld from Uncle Mike?

I know his genetics. If he is anything like my dad, his older brother, Uncle Mike is always horny. Until I moved out of my parent’s home five years ago, I would regularly hear their mutual moans. Though they too are very private and discreet people, it was a hard thing to miss when my dad was giving my mom a good pounding. You could almost hear them from across the house. They must have gone at it five times a week or more. I always figured my dad as a damn skilled lover. If Mike is half as sexual as my dad, he must be begging for it.

I discreetly looked over his shoulder every morning and night for the next couple of days. It was amazing how much you could ascertain about an individual with a little bit of effort. That night I found that he enjoyed reading stories about older men and younger women as several were in his favorites. I read the title of the story he was reading and then went to my room and read the same story. I must say it made me quite wet. Shocker!!! I was really starting to like this. The next morning’s story was the same genre and, though his back was to me, I think he was rubbing his hard-on through his tight jeans. I could see his left arm slowly passing back and forth on his leg as his right hand worked the mouse. That evening it got even better.

It was after 10:00 and my aunt had gone to bed. I silently walked to the outside of his office door. There sat Mike, this time in a tee shirt and some sort of pajama bottoms and slippers. There he was on Lush again. He was rifling through various stories until he paused on one and quietly said, “Oh yeah!” in the most devilishly hot voice I had ever heard. I caught a glimpse of the title and darted for my room. Then and there my jaw dropped. It was a story about an older man and younger woman again, but this time it was an uncle and his niece. Another “holy fuck” escaped my unbelieving lips. Immediately my panties began to catch the drool coming from my pussy. I went back to check on Mike. His hand was inside his PJs and he was stroking his cock, still reading the story. I could hear his labored breathing from 15’ away and my heart began to pound; I could hear the beating in my head. Though his back was to me, it was the most exciting thing I’d ever seen. That is until ‘it’ happened. All of a sudden he stood up and pulled his pants down past his ass. With his crotch tilted upward, he began thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking the air as he pumped into his hand. Then I heard the words that still make me queasy when I think of it.

“Drink it up Heather!” he repeatedly moaned as shot his cum up into the air. Though his ass was facing me, I still could see the first and second spurt of his cum as it cleared the height of his left shoulder and splatter down onto his desktop. I couldn’t take it. I scurried back to my room and finger fucked myself to three powerful orgasms. I didn’t stop until my sensitive clit was too raw to touch any more. Shit, it zapped all my energy and took my breath away. I was spent. I had never been so turned on in all my life.

The next morning when I awoke I had a completely different mindset. If Uncle Mike found me exciting before, I figured I would step it up a notch. Up until this point in time, based on their conservative home, I always dressed in a way that was far less revealing than when I was back at my own place. Unfortunately, my more risqué wardrobe was back there so I had to improvise. Instead of wearing jeans and a long sleeve top I began to wear my shortest shorts and a button down blouse that I tied in front. I kept the top three buttons undone as well. In this way I was able to show off my fine ass and legs, my firm, flattened stomach and my gorgeous globes that were just pouring out of my bra.

I could tell that my aunt noticed the change right away. She was too nice and too non-confrontational to say anything directly, she simply asked if I wouldn’t be “too cold in that outfit?” I really enjoyed Mike’s reaction. His long gazes of studying my body were creating quite the reaction. First, I kept noticing that he was really diverted by me, perpetually looking in my direction and constantly downing something to drink. Was he getting a little bit hot? That was it. Secondly, you could see the outline of his engorged cock snaking down the leg of his jeans every time I looked back at him. Now I was getting hot. Damn! Just when it was getting interesting I soon had to be packing for home.

The next couple of days were very difficult for me. I wanted to say something – to both of them really – but found that I just couldn’t go there. As I left their home I was distraught, unsure of what to do. Should I visit them again? Should I stay in closer contact with more frequent calls or emails? Should I retract from them, give them their space? Nothing was clear. We did have time set aside for me to come home for the holidays in about four months. I just didn’t know whether I should follow through with that or not. After all, it was abundantly clear that my uncle had taken a definite liking to me and, if truth be told, I did to him as well.

When I got home late that day, I felt like I was being drawn in to this sphere known as Lush. After the seven hour drive, much of which was spent thinking about both the tragedy of their home and my sensual experiences that week, I was desperate to know more about this new world of Lush that Mike had introduced me to. I learned that he had been on the site for less than a year and he liked reading and writing stories and connecting with people. To what degree I was unsure.

“I wonder if he gets sexual with women on here?” I thought to myself. There was one way to find out. He was online that night and so I invited him to be my friend. He took his time but he finally accepted. Next I invited him to chat.

“Now I’ll find out what kind of man Uncle Mike is,” I thought.

He declined. He did say we could message each other but, since he was married, he didn’t feel “right about chatting with another woman.” I took what I could get. Anything to get inside his head. What ensued amounted to nothing more than small talk. He did tell me his age, what he did, what he looked like and so on. He described Aunt Cathy perfectly. I never really thought of her as “aloof” before, but as I heard the term it made perfect sense to me. Upon greater reflection, I realized that she was indeed rather distant.

As we described each other and our lives, I found him to be very candid. It was evident that I had to mask my identity. I generally told him about me, just changed things up a little so he wouldn’t be suspicious. I was “Holly” to him. I loved how personable he was and how open he was with me, even in that very limiting format. It wasn’t really unlike the man I knew while living in his home, we were just sharing different aspects of our lives. I decided to probe a little about his home life and it was quite difficult to hear.

I love Aunt Cathy. She was and is a great mother and an exceptional aunt and friend to me but she wasn’t much of a wife. At least, not the kind of wife that Mike needed. She was just too self-centered to be a great mate for him. If she didn’t feel like it - whether it be cooking or cleaning or helping to run an errand or inviting people over or having sex - it wasn’t going to happen. And she rarely seemed to feel like doing much of anything except shopping. My observations of Mike were just the opposite. He was an extremely giving and tender man both inside and outside his home, always putting the needs of others above his own. I asked him how he dealt with such a poor sex life. I eventually weeded out of him that he masturbated at least once every day. That got him through “the long dry seasons” as he put it. The more I thought of this the more disappointed and angry I became.

Over the next several weeks, Mike and I became good friends on Lush. We saw each other most nights on there and whenever we did we would message each other many times. I would occasionally ask him to open a chat window but he always declined. I’m unsure exactly what he was thinking about me, but my mind took me from wanting to investigate Mike to wanting to invest in Mike. It got to the point where I looked forward to the end of the day just so I could catch up with him again. It didn’t take long before I found myself fantasizing about him and me. It often led to a nice, long come while I used my fingers and toys on my soaking wet pussy. I soon wanted to take it to the next level. His longing for intimacy was evident every time we connected and I felt drawn to be intimate with him myself. It all came to a head late one night.

“So, what are you wearing?” I asked him out of left field. I knew if he was being honest what the answer would be. After convincing him that I was indeed serious he finally told me.

“Wrangler jeans, slippers, tee shirt.”

“Who do you think you are,” I said, “Bret Favre?”

That caused us both to break out in hearty laughter, at least that was what the messages said. It was always easy to laugh with Mike, both when I was 13 and now that I’m 26. He has always been so easy to be around. But now I wanted to get a little bit serious.

“Nah, you’re not Favre!” I said. “If you were, I would have already received some pictures of your naked body by now!” I wasn’t sure how he’d respond. That was by far the most overtly sexual comment either one of us had made. I waited. And waited. I’m sure it wasn’t more than a minute or two but it seemed like an eternity; he finally responded.

“I would never do that. I’m a married man.”

That only made him more endearing to me.

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I arrived at their house on December 22. I was so glad to be there for the holidays. My folks had flown to Florida and my siblings were out of town too so the invite was most welcome. The only bummer about going to Mike’s was that he would have a full house and we wouldn’t get much time together. All of his kids and their spouses would be there too.

“Well I have some good news and some bad news Heather,” Mike said as the three of us did our usual group hug as I walked in the front door. “The bad news is that it is just us this time. Everyone had to bail out on us, for one reason or another. The good news: it’s just us!” We all laughed out loud. I was so pleased with the news.

I had decided before arriving that I would keep the same late night and early morning schedule as before so I could watch Mike. It worked pretty well back in the summer. As the say goes, why fix it if it ain’t broken. After my long drive I was too tired to stay up that first night. But I was pleasantly surprised as I stood in the doorway of the office the next morning. Mike sat there at the desk wearing his PJ bottoms and a tee shirt. He was looking through his friends, found me, and I watched as he opened my bare boned profile.

“How I miss you” he quietly said. “It’s only been 36 hours and I really miss you. I am already dying,” he said with a sigh.

Hearing that excited me beyond description and got my juices flowing. He shuffled through a dozen or more stories and came to one of his liking. I read the name on the screen and was off to my room to read it.

It was another niece and uncle story. This one was particularly hot. From start to finish it was filled with teasing, oral sex and hard fucking. I came quickly. Fortunately, as is common when you compare the genders, this sexy woman was a much faster reader than the old man in the other room. As I returned to his doorway I was able to watch him finish reading the powerfully building story. He was standing there bare-assed and came on his desk again. This time, however, as his body shook uncontrollably, it turned slightly to his left. I was able to see just a little of the elusive cock that I had been craving. It was basically the bulb-like head, since his hand covered most of the shaft. I could also see the sweet dripping of his cum onto the wooden top. It was the first time I ever wanted to lick a desk. Again I raced back to my room and had me another frantic come.

Mike and I enjoyed more of the same that evening. I came in my room, he came in his office while we read another lusty story, together yet apart. This was turning into one hell of a great week!

I awoke the next day, December 24, and there was excitement in the air. I love the holidays and I was hoping to make this a memorable one. Unlike most days, I logged into Lush in the morning. I figured, “what the hell, I’ve got time.” It was early, like 4:30 . As I logged in I found some messages waiting for me from Mike. The first three basically said that he missed me. I really liked that. The second to the last one took me a bit by surprise.

“I just submitted a new story. Hopefully it will be approved soon. It’s a different genre than I usually write. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think.”

I began to contemplate what kind of story he might have written. The last message simply said how much he missed me again. I sought out the story but it had yet to be approved. I looked back to the most recent message and found it had been sent today! My watch read 4:45 . He’s never up this early. I snuck out of my room and down the hall. There I found my secret friend at his computer screen.

“Yes! There it is! Now let’s see what she thinks of this one!”

I was taken back a little. Mike’s seven other stories were pretty well received. Who was the “she” that he was trying to please? I went back to my room to read it and try to figure it out.

I would love to see a picture of my face as I opened up Lush and found his new story that day. I was shocked beyond belief. No wonder he questioned how it would be received. He wasn’t talking about Lush readers, he was thinking about me!

“Seduced by My Niece” was there in black and white on the home page.

The title sounded bold and racy enough. The lust-filled, sexy introduction was also hot and edgy. But the name, the name is what drew me in. And so the story began.

“My niece Heather is a beautiful woman...” Oh my. I quickly glanced over the long short story, from top to bottom.

Wow! After getting over being totally stunned, my body began to take control once again. My panties were soaked as my fingers slipped past the waist band. I was hot and I was in need. As I started again from the beginning, soon I was finger fucking my needy slit. Never before had I ripped off own my panties. I guess this was a first. I had to come and I had to come now!

“She pulled the bottoms of my PJs down and grabbed my hardening shaft.”

My first come was fast.

“In and out of her mouth my cock disappeared as I stood looking down on her sweet, intoxicating face. She tried to smile up at me as she held her luscious lips tightly around my cock.”

I came immediately. I inserted my dildo, no need for any lube here.

“She had me, just drawing me in with her seductive, bedroom eyes. I picked her up in my arms and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock easily found its way into her inviting, tight little cunt. It was so damn wet. I began to fuck her slowly at first...”

I came for the third time. I have never touched the man and he is making me multi-orgasmic! Fuck!!! The story went on and on and on. With each new paragraph my body became indelibly joined to his and, as I continued to read, I realized my heart was as well. I came six or seven times, my body ravished by my secret admirer. I had to have this man. I shut down the laptop and pulled the covers up over me. I was bathing in my own sweat and drenched in my sexy cum. I was exhausted. I slept until after nine.

I was glad I had the foresight to have planned ahead for this holiday trip, even though at the time I thought my plan was against all hope. Perhaps today I will be able to give the gift that keeps on giving!

I was greeted as usual with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek from both of them as I walked in the kitchen. It seemed like everything was the same, but it wasn’t.

I noticed during our hug that Mike’s cock was hard. After separating, my eyes confirmed what my hip had felt. He was hard. He was ready. And it was because of me! My fresh panties began to moisten and my mind began to melt. I could not wait for tonight!

The day dragged on by. We did our chores and wrapped a final few presents, ate lunch, etc., etc. By the time that was done it was only 2:30 . I felt like I was going to go insane.

“Would you guys mind if I take a nap? I am really tired for some reason.”

Cathy spoke up first. “Go ahead honey; lie down for a while. Dinner isn’t on until about 5:30 .” Uncle Mike just nodded in the affirmative.

As I closed my bedroom door I grabbed my laptop and sprawled out on the bed. I was tired, but, more than that, I was horny. I logged on to Lush and checked on Mike’s story. It was getting some great comments and the score thus far was just under five. Nice! I’m sure glad people are enjoying my uncle pummeling my pussy. I hope I will soon have the same satisfaction.

After dinner we enjoyed our eggnog and opening up our presents. It was a super nice time as we indulged each other with mainly playful things. My favorite present came from Mike. He bought both Cathy and me beautiful and sexy Santa robes. Red and white and silky, about mid thigh in length. Mine was a small/medium and hers was a large, but other than that, exactly the same. Cathy was less than enthusiastic. Perhaps it was a bit too revealing for her. I absolutely loved it and put it on.

We played a few games and soon it was approaching 10:00 .

“Oh, I forgot. I have one more present for you Uncle Mike. I’ll be right back!”

“Well I’m calling it a night guys. See you in the morning.” With that Cathy arose from the recliner. I walked over to her and hugged her, thanking her and Mike for my gifts. I followed her down the hall as we headed towards our respective bedrooms.

“Good night Aunt Cathy,” I said as she was closing her door.

“Good night honey; pleasant dreams!”

“Oh I’ll have some pleasant dreams,” I said to myself as I closed my door.

I picked up his card and then quickly prepared to present Mike with his main gift. As I left my room and closed my door, I quietly walked to their closed bedroom door and listened. Just as I had hoped, Cathy had turned on their sound machine just like they always do when they go to bed. She is out for the night. She’s the type of person who only awakes if there is a 9.0 or better on the Richter scale. And she definitely doesn’t wake up for a hard cock!

“Perfect,” I thought and I walked towards the living room where Mike was sitting, facing the fire that was roaring in the wood burning stove.

“So one more gift huh?” he said with a smile as I walked in front of him, blocking his view of the flames.

“Yeah. I’ve been searching for the ideal gift. But what do you give a man who seems to have everything?”

“I don’t know about that hon. I have a lot, but I don’t have everything I want.”

“Precisely, and that is why I am so pleased with what I have chosen for you. Based on who you are, it is indeed the perfect gift!”

“Really? Well then, let’s have it!”

I loosened up the top of my sexy new robe and pulled out a card from inside. My heart was beginning to beat out of control. I handed him the card and sat down in front of him on the rock hearth.

Uncle Mike’s face was lost in bewilderment as he began to tear the envelope open. His face screamed the word incredulous as he read the following words.

Uncle Mike

Happy holidays!
Words cannot express how much you mean to me.
I love you very much. I have become aware of your needs and
decided, since I am able to help, I want to help. In fact, I need to help!
Take this gift. It is yours whenever the need occurs. I am yours for the taking.
Love,
Heather
PS
I loved our story. Perhaps dreams do come true after all!
Heather / Holly

As Mike looked up from his card, he saw me, really, for the very first time. I had opened my robe and pulled the lengths back behind my hips. I was completely naked and my legs were spread wide, showing my beautiful breasts and my clean shaved womanhood. He gazed down and saw my glistening lips, and just then a drop of my pussy juices escaped and fell to the carpet below.

“If you like your gift, come on over and try it out!”

He stood before me and I slowly slid his bottoms down until the rested at his ankles and he stepped out of them completely. His wonderful, steel-like rod was pointing towards my full, crimson lips and rising and falling with each beat from his heart. He looked delicious and I was famished. I moved forward and slid his tool into my sultry, needy mouth. I was in heaven.

“Holy fuck Heather,” was all I could absorb as I began to drink in my long awaited nourishment.

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