"You're welcome," she replied automatically. Then she just knelt there, looking at him with wide eyes and his cum dripping off of her face, before asking, "May I go now?"
"Yes." He smiled. "Go take a shower, sweetheart, clean yourself off."
Brenda nodded and hurried away from him, feeling a desperate need to get away. Uncle John just sat there, basking the in afterglow of touching her young body and having her finally touch him. They were going to have such fun traveling this path that he'd laid at their feet...
Chapter 3
Uncle John left Brenda alone for a few days after spanking her sweet bottom and getting a hand job from her. At first she was very wary of him, but as he didn't do anything else strange, she relaxed again. Now her pussy clamored for attention sometimes when she was on her own, but she felt like it would be wrong and dirty for her to touch herself there. Her mother had always told her that her place down there was gross. Only a husband should touch her there, and only to make babies... Of course, that wasn't stopping her from thinking about how good Uncle John had made her feel. She hadn't even known such pleasure was possible.
Now that John felt like his niece was relaxing around him again, he started looking for another opportunity to play with her young body.
One morning, when she was in the shower, he decided to take advantage of it. When he opened the door she was obviously very startled. Peeking her head around the shower curtain and seeing her uncle, Brenda asked, "Uncle John? What are you doing?"
"Hey sweetheart," he said. "I'm in a bit of a rush and myshowerhead is broken, I need to just hop in there with you real quick."
She felt a small rush of fear as he began pulling off his clothes. "It's okay, Uncle John, I can get out."
"No, no," he said, smiling. "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you. Besides, it's been a while since I've had someone help me wash."
It had been a while for her too; her mother had stopped bathing her as soon as she was sure that Brenda could handle being in a shower on her own. She wanted very much to protest, but it was Uncle John's house, and he was pulling back the shower curtain and climbing in before she could even say anything. This was the first time that he'd ever seen her completely naked, and John couldn't keep his eyes from lingering on Brenda's sweet, young pussy. His cock began to swell as he brushed by her into the spray of water.
"Really, Uncle John," she said almost pleadingly, "I think it might be better if I got out."
Brenda was trying to cover herself with her hands and not doing a very good job of it.
"Nonsense," he said. "At least, you can't go before washing my back. I can never quite reach all of it."
Smiling, he handed her a bar of soap and turned away from her. Without his eyes on her, and without a view of his swollen cock, Brenda felt a little better. So she stepped forward and began soaping his back, eager to finish and get out of the shower. Uncle John smiled as she hurriedly rubbed his back with soap, but then he turned around.
"Thank you so much, Brenda. How about I return the favor?"
"But..." She didn't get more than the one word out before Uncle John was taking the soap from her hands and spinning her to face away from him.
Instead of just using the bar of soap on her body, he wasrubbing the soap onto his hands and then smoothing them over her curves. Brenda trembled as his hands came around her sides, touching the curves of her breasts. She tried to hold her arms tightly against her, but then his hands just traveled down to her ass and slid between her legs.
"I think I'm clean now," she said quickly, stepping into the spray of water to rinse herself off.
"Almost," said Uncle John, and now he was blatantly looking at her pussy and frowning.
"What's wrong?" Brenda asked, startled by his expression.
Shrugging his shoulders, Uncle John replied, "Well, it's not very clean there with all that hair. I wouldn't want something to happen to you when we could prevent it. I think we need to make sure you have better hygiene."
And before Brenda could protest he was kneeling in front of her and rubbing soap into the hair just above her pussy. To her surprise, it felt good.
"Please stop," she whined, wanting to back away but having nowhere to go in the small confines of the shower.
"Now, Brenda, your mother told me to take care of you, and that includes your health." Uncle John pulled out the razor that she'd just used to shave her legs and began to shave her pussy.
"Oh god..." whispered Brenda, closing her eyes against the sight of her mound being shorn, smooth skin appearing underneath the razor's edge. John's cock jerked as he shaved his niece, spreading her thighs to get to all the hairs. She was completely vulnerable to him, and her pussy was glistening and pink. He knew that she wanted him to touch it.
Indeed, her pussy was feeling even more sensitive without its covering of hair, and there was something that did feel good about Uncle John touching her there. His fingers slid along her slit and Brenda's eyes popped open.
"Are you done?" she asked, frantically trying to think of something to say that would make him stop.
"I'm just making sure that I got all of them," Uncle John said, smiling up at her through the water as he started to rub her pussy with his fingers. He could see that her nipples were hard, even though the water in the shower was very hot, so he knew that she was very turned on. Brenda shivered. His fingers on her felt very good, making her heat up from the inside, a fire that had nothing to do with the warm temperature of the water.
Leaning back against the ceramic tile of the shower, Brenda felt her Uncle's fingers exploring her cleft, his hot breath on her thigh. She was about to ask him to stop again when his tongue flicked out and licked along the center of her slit, making her gasp and completely forget her question. He did it again, and then he pressed forward and upward, his mouth meeting her pussy and sucking on the tender flesh.
