John wished that he could actuallyseehis niece's tender cheeks turning red under his hand, but her panties prevented that. Still, now that she was distracted by the pain, he was able to slip his hand inside her bra and rub her nipple as he spanked her, his cock jerking against her as she sprawled across his lap.
Tears spilled down Brenda's cheeks as she shrieked and thrashed, her ass turning red. She wasn't even concentrating on how many times he spanked her...
It wasn't until he stopped that she realized his hand was inside her bra, and that her stomach felt funny. Something hard pressed into her from the side, and she wanted very badly to get up.
"Well now, that was a very good punishment, don't you think?" Uncle John said, his hand sliding under her panties to caress her red ass. Brenda whimpered as he touched her sore flesh.
"Please stop, Uncle John," she pleaded. "I don't think you should be touching me like that... and my punishment's over."
"I know, sweetheart," he said. "I'm going to help you feel a little better, I think I might have punished you too much."
His fingers slipped down to the silky satin of her pussy and he stroked his fingers along her wet flesh. Brenda gasped. It felt so strange, so wrong... yet as he pinched her nipple and stroked her wet slit she began wriggling for a different reason. She lost her voice as his experienced fingers searched out her clit, rubbing the tender nub as he twisted her nipple, teasing her hole with his fingers.
"Oh, please stop..." she whimpered.
"You don't mean that." Uncle John's voice was a hushed whisper, that hard thing in his lap pressing against her more insistently as his fingers stirred her pussy juices. Fire brightened in her, and she felt herself craving something... needing something... She felt desire like a bitch in heat, as her uncle asked, "Do you really want me to stop?"
"No!" Brenda arched, her pussy spasming as he rubbed her clit. She didn't want him to stop, she needed to scratch that itch that he was building, her body needed the completion that his fingers were promising.
One finger slid into her heated channel, making her cry out as the thick digit stretched her open for the first time, and his thumb pressed insistently against her clit. She writhed on her uncle's lap, her first sober orgasm making her body tingle all over, waves of pleasure shuddering through her. Something told her that this wasn’t the first time, that it had happened the night they'd played poker... and that her body had been wanting it to happen ever since.
She moaned as her orgasm dwindled, his finger still moving around inside of her body. She tightened her pussy around it, not sure that she liked the feeling. Uncle John pulled it out.
"Now, doesn't that feel better?" he asked.
Strangely enough, her ass didn't hurt as much anymore.
"Yes," she mumbled, blushing and feeling violated.
His hand was still inside her bra, his fingers still stroking her wetness even though he'd removed them from inside her.
"Good then," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. "Now, I think I deserve a thank-you for helping you out, with the glasses and just now."
"Thank you, Uncle John," Brenda said fervently as she slid off of his lap, eager to get away from him. She felt veryembarrassed by the strange reactions that he'd coaxed from her body.
"Now don't go away," Uncle John said. "I appreciate the verbal thank-you, but there's something that I want very badly that you can give me in return for my favors to you."
Brenda was kneeling on the floor, looking at him with her flushed cheeks, her ass still sore. "What?"
Smiling, John reached down and pulled out his cock, gripping it in his hand so that she could see the eager swollen flesh. Brenda's eyes got very big.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked, fisting it.
"It's... it's your man-thing," Brenda said. Her mouth had gone very dry and she couldn't take her eyes off the reddish angry head.
"You can call it my dick or my cock," he told her. "Now I would really appreciate it if you would come over her and use your hands on it so that I don't have to use my own."
Nervously, Brenda scooted forward. Her hands rested on his thighs as he let go of his shaft, and she blinked up at him, her hesitation clear. Uncle John looked back at her expectantly.
Taking a deep breath, Brenda wrapped her right hand around the swollen shaft, carefully sliding up and down.
"Very good..." moaned Uncle John, leaning back. "Just keep doing that, sweetheart... and use your other hand on my balls..." His hand guided her, showing her how to gently squeeze him as she masturbated him with her other hand.
Watching her innocent face, Uncle John pushed his hips upward. Her mouth was open, lips slightly parted as she breathed, two spots of pink on her cheeks. Brenda was embarrassed, curious and ashamed all at once. She knew that what was happening was wrong, but she couldn't quite define why—since her mother had taught her virtually nothing about these kinds of things—and she couldn't figure out howto stop it. John wanted very badly to push her head down over his dick, press his meat between those parted lips... but he had a feeling that might cross the line at the moment.
So he just kept letting her fist him, her hesitant fingers rolling his balls between them... and then he gasped, his hips thrusting forward and he sprayed cum over her. It hit her cheek and her bra-covered breasts, spreading over her chest. Brenda jerked back but it was too late. The last spurts fell onto her smooth, pale stomach.
"Ah..." sighed Uncle John as he began to soften in his niece's hand. "Thank you very much, Brenda."
