When my kid brother died, I inherited his daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the kid. She had all the good attributes of both of her parents; her mother was incredibly beautiful. Even though Winnie was pretty much a stick at thirteen, she showed signs of being just as pretty, once she filled out. And she had my kid brother’s smile and up-beat attitude. She would need it now.
I was all she had. My wife had left me over a year ago, and the one kid we had still at home went with her. She had no desire to stay in the suburbs, so she got an apartment in a fashionable area downtown and left me the house and the mortgage. I have no idea why I kept it, it was way more house, and mortgage, than I needed. I guess I was tired of change. I kept telling myself I’d sell it next year.
My ex and I talked about Winnie moving in with her. My daughter was close to her age, and lord knows that Deb would be a better parent to her than me. But Deb wasn’t interested. I couldn’t blame her; it was my brother, not hers. So here we were, a very injured young girl and a very angry man that had never expected to be single again at this point in my life.
After we settled into a routine, I realized that Winnie was the best thing that could have happened to me. It gave me a reason to go home after work. A reason to get up in the morning. She was always whistling and talking, and generally being cheerful. I enjoyed cooking for her and just having someone else around. She seemed to fit in well at school and made friends easily. My brother had left a little money plus a life insurance policy, so she wasn’t a burden financially.
Then suddenly things changed. She went through a very dark period. We had already arranged a lot of counseling for her, and now she began seeing her counselor more often. She lost her smile. Often I would wake to find she had crept into my bed in the middle of the night. The counselor said it was likely she was afraid that I would disappear, as her parents had. She also said that the dark period was good, that Winnie was finally allowing herself to go through the grieving she needed to do. Initially, she had been in denial.
The problems started when she began driving. She missed curfew often, and I knew that she was smoking cigarettes, even though she denied it. The friends that came around weren’t very respectful. I should have put my foot down, but I guess I felt sorry for the kid, and a little out of my league. Deb had always been the disciplinarian. We had three daughters, and I guess I hadn’t done my share of the parenting.
As she got older, the transgressions got more serious. Once, when she was eighteen, she came home very drunk. She had gone out with her girlfriends, and they apparently dropped her on the porch and left. The ruckus she made trying to sneak into her room woke me. The next morning we had our biggest argument ever. I tried to explain how vulnerable she could be when drunk like that. She promised not to go out drinking again.
Her grades weren’t good enough to earn her admission to a top college, and certainly not good enough for a scholarship. To save money, and give her a better chance at graduating, I insisted on having her stay at home and attend community college for at least one year. It was far cheaper than paying for a dorm and sending her away, where there would be more distractions. She was very unhappy.
“My real dad left me money to take care of college! That was MY money, not yours. I want to move out and go to school, like all my friends.”
“Until you’re twenty five, I’m in control of your money, and the best use of it, in my opinion, is to attend one year of junior college.”
Relations between us were frosty for months. She wasn’t doing very well her first year in college. She was more and more rebellious, and it was no longer a pleasure having her in the house. I knew she was drinking; I was scared to death that she would drink and drive one night, and get in trouble.
Things came to a head one night when her girlfriends picked her up to go out, and once again dropped her off dead drunk. This time, she didn’t even get into the house. The doorbell rang, and when I answered the door they were driving off, while Winnie was in a heap on the porch. I picked her up and half carried her, half dragged her into her bedroom. She reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.
Entering her room, I flipped on the light and dropped her on her bed. I went around and turned down the sheets, then went back and pulled her all the way up onto her bed. As I pulled off her heels, I noticed that her short skirt was bunched up around her waist, exposing her entirely. I stared for just a moment too long before averting my glance. My little niece had blossomed over the last two years. She was still thin, but had shapely legs. Her little pussy was barely covered by very skimpy panties. I hadn’t seen a girl’s panties in a long time, and I hadn’t seen such a slim, pretty girl in a very long time.
I felt lecherous and uncomfortable with the thoughts running through my head. It had been a very long time since I had had sex. When I pulled Winnie up onto the head of the bed and put a pillow under her head, I assessed her. She was extremely pretty, just like her worthless mother, who had left when she was less than two. She had long, blond hair, blue eyes and beautiful skin. Her little titties weren’t large, but she had stiff nipples that were poking through her sheer top. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra.
I laid in my bed for a long time, unable to sleep. Finally I got up, grabbed a wash cloth and lay back down. I slipped off my boxers and lay on my back, caressing my sac. My dick was raging hard as I replayed the image of my niece’s skirt wrapped around her waist, her panties exposed to my view.
I wasn’t proud of the thoughts running through my mind, as I stroked my hard dick. Images of Winnie’s tender young body, flexing in lascivious positions as I watched. Slowly sliding her panties down and bending over, inviting me to grab her waist and take her from behind. Taking off her top and showing me her tiny titties, inviting me to suck them. If she hadn’t accidentally exposed herself, I never would have had these thoughts. I thought of her as my own daughter, and never would do anything to hurt her. But I couldn’t help the fact that my dick needed attention, and I couldn’t drive the images out of my mind.
I prolonged my pleasure, stopping whenever I felt an impending climax, continuing to relish in the mental images of her beautiful body, until I could last no longer. My balls began to tingle, and an overpowering orgasm washed over me. I caught most of my sperm in the washcloth, but some spattered on my belly. I lay still for a while enjoying the last sensations of my climax, then wiped up and put my boxers on. Now I was able to sleep.
Winnie slept late the next morning, and looked terrible when she finally did get up. I’m sure she had absolutely no recollection of the previous evening, and I decided to wait to discuss it until she felt better. She stayed in all day, going to bed early.
The following day she was back to normal, and I decided to have a discussion with her. I rehearsed what I was going to say, calmly and without emotion. But it escalated into a shouting match, the worst argument we had ever had, finally culminating in an obscenity laced tirade by Winnie.
“You’re not my real fucking dad. Why don’t you just give me my fucking money, and I’ll get out of your hair forever. Jesus Christ, it’s easy to see why your own fucking family couldn’t stand to live with you. I wouldn’t….”
That’s as far as she got. Something just snapped, and I almost was unaware of what I was doing, I was so angry. I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her to me, laid her over my knees and began spanking her hard. She was wearing nylon gym shorts, which provided absolutely no padding for the hard spanking I was giving her. They were very short, and I could see her panties through the leg holes. I whacked her butt with ferocity. All the anger and resentment I felt toward my family, who had left me, came out. All the bad behavior and disrespect I had taken from Winnie drove me to spank her as hard as I could.
After twenty or so swats, I regained my senses. She had stopped resisting about halfway through and was screaming and bawling. I let go of her and sat there, trying to catch my breath. When I stopped slapping her, her screaming stopped, and her sobbing became quieter. Her shoulders shuddered as she continued to cry.
Suddenly she turned her head and looked at me. Her face was inches from my crotch, and one of the biggest boners I’ve ever had was straining against my shorts. She looked into my eyes, then back at my crotch. I followed her quizzical gaze and couldn’t believe what I saw. I had had no idea that I had gotten hard. I jumped up, almost knocking her onto the floor. My face burned bright red and I stammered.
“I…I…I…Winnie, are you all right?”
“I’m okay,” she said softly.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I snapped. You had no right to say those things, to talk like that. But I shouldn’t have spanked you. Forgive me.”
“No, I was a bitch. You were right. Let’s just drop it, okay?”
“Okay, we can talk later, after we’ve cooled down.”
I wanted nothing more than to get out of there, and it appeared she wanted the same. I couldn’t blame her. My cock had calmed down somewhat, but I still had a noticeable bulge in my shorts. I felt incredible shame and embarrassment. What could Winnie think of me? That I’m a lecherous old man? A sex offender? I couldn’t even think of what the term would be for something as slimy as me. Surely she can’t stay here, and after this display, I felt I’d be forced to let her have her money and leave, even though she was nowhere near mature enough.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I thought to myself. “Why did I have to do that? Why did I get hard? Oh God, why am I so stupid? Damn, damn, damn.”
I wanted to climb in a hole somewhere and die. How could I ever face her again? I couldn’t stop thinking about her looking at my erection, and I felt extreme shame every time I did.
I finally decided to go out and do some yard work. It was hot out, but I couldn’t stay in the house with her any longer. I worked for a couple of hours, working up a sweat. I knew I’d have to go inside sometime, but tried to put it out of mind.
“Maybe she’ll never want to mention it, and it’ll just blow over.”
“Nah, fat chance. How can she forgive that. Someone who’s as much a dad to her as anybody in the world. God, how could I do that? Shit. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.”
I continued beating myself up all day, but it was approaching dinner time. Winnie sometimes went out with friends for dinner. Maybe I wouldn’t have to face her.
“God, please, go out with your friends.”
I did not want to face her. As dinner approached, she was still in her room. It appeared I was out of luck.
“Why would she want to stay in for dinner tonight?” I thought. “After what happened today, I can’t believe she would ever want to see me again.”
I grudgingly began preparing dinner and setting the table. At 6:15 I knocked on her door and told her dinner would be ready in fifteen minutes. Just like I did every other night. Just like nothing was different, even though she was now living with a sex offender. Or a pedophile. Or whatever is lower than a pedophile.
She sat quietly as I served our plates. The silence was awkward, and I felt my face turning red again as I replayed that scene for the thousandth time today.
“Look, Winnie,” I started.
“No, let me say something, Uncle Bob. I’m really sorry I’ve been such a bitch. You don’t deserve it. You took me in when I had nobody else, and you’ve treated me like your own kid. I don’t know where I’d be without you. I’ll never talk to you like that again.”
As she said this, she dropped her eyes to her plate, and tears were running down her face. I wanted to hold her, to hug her and wipe her tears away, but how could I touch her? How could she trust me to touch her.
“Thanks, Winnie. I’m sorry you lost your dad. But I’m very happy you came into my life. It was a tough time for me, when you came. Having you here made it easier. Now let’s eat, okay.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling.
It appeared she was going to let it blow over. Thank God.
That night I lay in bed, unable to sleep. I couldn’t get the image of her butt out of my mind. Looking up the legs of her shorts, seeing her perfect, tight little butt, covered by her blue panties. The more I tried to make myself stop, the more I thought about her. I tossed and turned for over an hour. As I retrieved a wash cloth from the bathroom, I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, but I couldn’t help myself. I lay on my back and took off my boxers, pushing the sheets out of the way.
My cock was already hard before I even touched it. After all that had happened, I was actually going to do this. Stroke myself to an orgasm while fantasizing about my nineteen year old niece. I rationalized that it was the only way I was going to get any sleep tonight. I wrapped one hand around my thick dick and held my balls with the other.
Suddenly the light turned on. It startled me, and I was momentarily frozen as I registered Winnie at the door, looking right at my dick. The washcloth was lying on my belly, but I didn’t think to use it.
Finally gaining my senses, I tried to cover myself with my hands and said, “Close the door, Winnie, I’m not dressed.”
Finally, Winnie closed the door. All my shame and embarrassment came back. This was the worst day of my life. The only thing worse than having sexual fantasies about your niece is being caught by her while you’re acting on them. My erection shriveled to nothing almost instantly, in my embarrassment. When I had gotten my boxers back on, and made sure my erection was gone, I opened the door.
Winnie was standing outside in the hall in her short nightie and panties.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Bob, I didn’t know you were undressed.”
“That’s okay. What is it you wanted?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“My leg really hurts.”
“What’s wrong with your leg?”
“You know. Where you hit it.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“There’s one spot that really hurts. Can you look at it and see if it’s cut or something.”
She walked into my room and laid down on the same bed where I had been getting ready to jack off to images of her body a minute ago. She laid on her stomach and lifted the leg band of her panties.
I looked down at her butt for the second time today. This time, even more of her butt was exposed, as she pulled up on the leg band. Her legs were slightly spread. I could just make out the mound of her pussy lips between her legs.
“I’m afraid you have a pretty bad welt. I’m so sorry. It’ll probably take a few days to go away.”
“Isn’t there anything to make the pain go away?”
“Well, I guess you could put some ice on it. Why don’t you go back to your room and I’ll bring you an ice pack.”
“Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Uncle Bob.”
“I think you’re a little too old for that, Winnie.”
“Please, Uncle Bob. I’d feel a lot better, especially after today.”
Whenever we had a fight, Winnie would feel insecure. It had gotten better with age, but she would probably never completely get over losing her father at such a young age. Against my better judgement, I agreed and went to get the ice pack.
“Just when I thought this day couldn’t get much worse, I get busted by my niece playing with myself. Then she has to sleep in my bed, so I won’t get to finish the job, which means I’ll probably toss and turn all night. It’s going to be a long night.”
“Here you go, Winnie.”
She tried to position the ice bag on her welt, but it was in the crook between her leg and butt, and toward the front, so it was difficult to get it to stay in place.
“Oh, that feels much better. Would you please see if you can get it to stay so I don’t have to reach back and hold it.”
She separated her legs and bent one at the hip. This provide me the best access to her welt, but it also allowed me to easily see her wide open crotch, covered by nothing but a thin strip of material. I could see the mound of her pussy through the sheer material.
I placed the ice bag over the welt, covering my view of her pussy. My face was red and my heart was racing. I was afraid I would get another hard on. Fortunately I didn’t, due to my nervousness and embarrassment.
Whenever I took my hand off the bag, it slipped. I couldn’t make it stay in place on the welt without holding it. So I sat there for ten minutes, holding the bag on her butt as she lay on her stomach.
“I guess that probably ought to do it.”
“Thanks, Uncle Bob. That does feel better.”
“Okay, good night, Winnie.”
“Good night, Uncle Bob.”
I turned off the light and got in bed, but I knew I’d have trouble sleeping. I tried to think of anything other than my niece. Baseball scores, anything. It was no use, I was obsessed with the view of her tight little body. I tried to lay quietly and still.
“Maybe when I know she’s asleep, I can slip into my bathroom and take care of myself,” I thought.
I was replaying the image of her spread legs, her pussy inches from my face, when suddenly I felt her against me.
“I want to ask you something.”
“What is it, sweetie.”
“When you were touching yourself tonight, was that because of me?”
“What? No, of course not. You’re my little girl. Why would you even think that.”
“Because you were hard like that when you were spanking me, too. I saw it.”
“I don’t think we should ever talk about things like that.”
“Are you hard like that now?” she said, as she reached around and touched my dick through my boxers.
“Winnie, don’t touch my privates. It’s not appropriate.”
“You are hard. Are you thinking about me.”
“No, I told you no.”
“Then why is it hard.”
“Sometimes that just happens. Please, let’s not talk about that.”
“Please let me touch it.”
“What? No, that’s something you can never do.”
“You were thinking about me, weren’t you Uncle Bob.”
“N…n…no, I told you no. It just gets hard sometimes. That’s the way men are.”
As I lay on my side, my back turned toward her, Winnie pressed her body against me and put her hand back on my dick.
“Wow, it’s really big when it’s hard.”
She reached under the waist band of my boxers and wrapped her small hand around my dick.
“Oooohhh,” I hissed, unable to gather the will to make her let go. I had never been so horny. She pulled my dick toward her, rolling me onto my back.
I was helpless to do anything as she pulled my boxers off of me. I desperately needed relief. I was crazy with desire. I wasn’t able to form a single coherent thought. Like prison, public embarrassment, that sort of thing. It’s amazing how the small hand of a weak, young girl is able to control a much stronger, grown man.
With the boxers out of the way, she was able to caress my balls while she wrapped her hand around my dick. She leaned over my crotch on her knees. I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. It was going to be explosive. Just squeeze one more time.
She suddenly sat up on her knees and pulled off her nightie. Lying back down, she quickly shed her panties. Then she straddled my legs and started playing with my dick again.
Her tiny titties were barely visible in the light that entered through the window. I may spend eternity in hell, but I was unable to resist reaching out and lightly pinching her stiff nipples. They were so stiff they pointed out long. I pulled them gently, eliciting a sigh from her.
“God, you are so perfect,” I thought.
I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I was one good squeeze, or stroke from spraying my sperm. My balls were tingling as she caressed them. I could feel the climax coming from somewhere in my balls.
She moved up until her pussy was directly over my dick and dropped down onto it, smashing it between my body and her pussy. She rubbed her moist slit against it as
I held her breasts, lightly pinching the nipples that poked out between two fingers. I erupted violently
I grasped her tightly as I sprayed, holding her against my crotch.
“UNNGGG, UNNNGG, UNNGG,” I grunted loudly.
Wad after wad squirted on Winnie’s stomach and groin. As I began to finally relax, I lightened my grip on her buttocks. Winnie laid on me, her lips against my chest. I had never felt an orgasm like this one, and it was several minutes before I could form a thought. It was useless to feel remorse. The deed had been done, and I was unable to regret it. It felt too good. I knew it was wrong, but it was incredible.
“You were thinking about me when it got hard, today, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Winnie, I was thinking about you.”
“I knew. I’m glad you were.”
I didn’t say anything. I knew that I couldn’t convince her that this couldn’t ever happen again. I’m not sure I believed I could do anything to prevent it, as long as she was nearby.
“Uncle Bob, last night was fun, making you squirt. I know girls can have orgasms. Do you know how?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I’d like to have one. With you.”
She was wearing a loose crop top, with no bra, and a short pair of running shorts. She had been sitting with me in my chair as I watched the news, driving me mad with her scent and the peeks of her body in her skimpy clothes.
“Okay,” I said, getting up. I patted her on the butt and said, “Go get in bed.”
The thought of this beautiful little vixen panting through an orgasm was deliciously erotic to consider. She stripped off her clothes and pulled back the sheets. I took off my clothes and threw them over a chair. She lay on her back, watching me.
I was more than ready to grant her wish after the show she had given me all evening. After the intense orgasm last night, I knew I would be able to last longer tonight. All day long I had spent one moment trying to think of a way to prevent this from ever happening again, then in the next moment fantasizing about wrapping her pussy around my dick.
I lied next to her and rubbed her breasts. She reached down and held my dick. Pinning her wrists above her head, I began nuzzling and nipping her nipples. They stiffened into long points, and I eagerly sucked them into my mouth, one at a time, and flicked them with my tongue. Grabbing some lotion, I gently began working a finger up and down her tight slit, lightly pressing against the opening of her pussy. I could feel her heart rate increase, and her breathing became ragged.
As she became aroused, her pussy lips parted, revealing my target. I was very gentle, drawing light circles around her clit as it emerged from its hood. When it was fully exposed, I knelt between her legs, lifted her butt cheeks in my hands and brought her pussy to my lips. I took long licks up and down the length of her slit, pressing my tongue against her opening. As I lapped against her clit, her back arched, pressing her pussy against my mouth.
Now I concentrated on her sensitive clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue relentlessly. She was clutching the mattress at her side, her head rolling back and forth with her eyes closed. She couldn’t already be ready to climax, could she?
I set her butt back on the bed and lay next to her. Turning her on her side facing away from me, I lubricated her opening and started working my dick into her from behind. It was too tight, and she grunted as I tried to work it into her. I tried spreading her legs more, and I tried more lubricant, but it was just too tight. Finally I got the tip of my dick in. She was panting and groaning. When I got halfway in, it was so excruciatingly pleasurable I was afraid I was going to cum too soon.
I reached around and resumed gently rubbing her clit while pushing my dick in and out of her. I was trying as hard as possible to be gentle, for her sake, despite wanting nothing in the world more than to just ram my dick deeply into her cunt. Finally, I was able to work it all in. After a few gentle strokes my dick leaked some pre-cum in her and it began to slide in and out more easily.
Winnie was panting so hard it sounded like raspy sobs. Her tight pussy felt like it was milking the sperm out of my sac. My balls tingled with indescribable pleasure, and I began driving my thick, hard dick as far into her as I could. She grunted with each stroke as I filled her completely.
Her orgasm caught her by surprise, and she grunted and sobbed loudly. I began filling her tight pussy with thick, warm sperm. My dick and balls convulsed with each load. I could feel her pussy contract over and over on my dick as she grunted out her orgasm.
When it was over, we wiped up her blood and my cum with a towel and lay in each other’s arms, not saying a word. From that night on, she slept in my bed, until she moved off to college the following year.
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