Living With Uncle John
Chapter 1
"Now you do everything your uncle tells you to, you hear me?"
"Yes, Mother," Brenda replied obediently.
Uncle John could barely believe his good fortune. His stepsister April was leaving her delectable daughter, freshly eighteen, with him for the next year while she went away on business!
Apparently April had blocked out all the fun they’d had growing up together, but he well remembered his experimentation with his stepsister... and now she was leaving her daughter, her spitting image, with him! He just smiled and tried to look as responsible as possible while his stepsister said goodbye.
Brenda was a total innocent, everything about her said 'untouched'. Her mother had kept her homeschooled and without much of a social life... everything was about God and Christianity. John was amused that his stepsister had become such a vehement born-again-Christian, especially when she'd been so wild growing up. But perhaps that was part of it... shehadn't wanted for her daughter to make the same mistakes she had in life.
April had gotten pregnant at sixteen, and the father had cut out long before Brenda was even born. April had done a very good job of raising her daughter in total innocence, and for some reason trusted her stepbrother enough to take care of Brenda in her absence.
Well that was true enough, he'd make sure Brenda didn't get pregnant... birth control pills in her drink every morning from now on! Of course, he still wouldn't be able to fuck her for the first month, but there were plenty of other things that he could do in the meantime.
He smiled benignly as his stepsister drove away.
Brenda was enjoying living with her Uncle John, he was so very kind and helpful, showing her things around town and making sure that she was always occupied. He was also very playful, she'd found, and she always had good fun wrestling with him. Sometimes his hands would touch her in places that she found a little uncomfortable, but after all, he was her uncle, he wouldn't do something like that on purpose.
At night they would cuddle up and watch a movie, his fingers stroking along her arm making her skin tingle.
Then one night he suggested a poker game... and gave her a sweet juice drink with a very full taste.
"What is this?" she asked, liking the tang of it.
"It's called a Pineapple Upside Down Cake," explained Uncle John.
Halfway through the game Brenda was feeling very warm, talking a lot and giggling incessantly. Uncle John seemed to be looking at her strangely though. She wanted to ask why but she didn't seem to be able to form the question.
"I know," he said, "why don't we up the stakes a bit, hmmm? Let's play some strip poker."
"Strip poker?" Brenda asked doubtfully. Her mind was buzzing but it seemed like there was something wrong with that.
"Yeah," he answered with a smile, his voice charmingly convincing, "It's not really poker with just chips... you have to have real stakes to make it an exciting game."
Well, that seemed to make sense.
"Okay," said Brenda, taking another gulp of her drink. It tasted smooth and rich. She giggled, feeling a little light-headed. "How do we play?"
"Every hand, whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing."
"Oh..." said Brenda, getting quiet very quickly. She tried to think very hard about what was wrong with this idea. She knew that something was.
"Don't chicken out on me now, girl," her Uncle John said, laughing. Laughing at her, it seemed.
A flash of anger hit her from somewhere deep down. "I'm not."
"Okay then." He smirked at her and dealt the cards.
Brenda lost the first hand. Thinking very hard, she took off a sock. Her uncle was disappointed, but he covered it well. She lost the next hand too, taking off her other sock. When she lost the third hand, she just sat there, slightly flushed. Finally, after much teasing, she pulled off her shirt.
Although she didn't notice it, her Uncle John was staring hungrily at her breasts, small and pert and gently cupped by her bra, all through the next hand. Which he lost. He removed a sock as she crowed with glee, bouncing in her chair and causing her small breasts to jiggle enticingly.
When she lost the next hand, she had to think very hardbefore deciding to remove her pants. She was still wearing underwear, after all.
John was both disappointed and aroused by her plain cotton panties. He'd have liked to see more, but they also reaffirmed her innocence, cupping her young flesh ever so gently. Brenda was feeling very nervous though, even through her alcoholic haze, and John noticed, so he made sure to lose the next round and take off his own shirt.
