Brenda gasped and quivered above him, feeling her knees weaken as the most incredible sensations spiraled inside her. One of Uncle John's hands was on her thigh, keeping her legs spread, but the other reached up and began to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipple. She moaned as he rolled the tender bud between his fingers, his tongue sliding into her virgin pussy hole.
Her body was incredibly sensitive to his touch, and John chuckled as he felt her responding. He laved her wetness with his tongue, nibbling at her soft flesh and sucking on her most tender and intimate spots. Brenda gasped and moaned, unable to find her voice, not even knowing whether or not she wanted him to stop... It was so wrong, she knew it was wrong. The pleasure was wrong because her mother had told her it was, and something told her that because it was her uncle creating these sensations in her that it was even worse.
John squeezed her pert breast harder as he ate her out,sucking the cream from her pussy as she wriggled above him. The heat from the shower was overpowering as their bodies responded to lust, and he managed to move his hand on her thigh so that the tip of his finger could penetrate her pussy as he sucked on her clit. Brenda screamed with sudden ecstasy as his mouth sucked the tiny nub between his lips, rolling it with his teeth.
The shower echoed with her ecstatic shrieks as she came, juices pouring into his mouth and over his finger....
When she sagged, her voice hoarse, John let her go, and she slowly slid so that she was kneeling in front of him. Seeing her there, like that, he stood and began jerking off, his hand sliding over his wet cock, the taste of his niece's pussy in his mouth. Wide eyes looked up at him, innocent eyes... and he began to come all over her sweet, naïve face. Spurts spattered her cheeks and lips, hitting her small breasts. Water ran over her, washing it away almost instantly, except for some that had gotten in her hair.
"Thank you, Brenda," he said, giving a soft gasp as his cock softened in his hand.
She looked up at him, uncomprehending still. Smiling, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off.
Not a minute after he left the bathroom, the water turned off and he could hear his niece moving around in there. Part of him wanted to go in and dry off with her, see if he could find more pleasures with her body, but the time spent with her in the shower really had put him in a position where he had to rush.
Later that day Brenda went into her uncle's bathroom and turned on the shower. The showerhead worked just fine.Staring soberly at it, she wondered what on earth was going on.
Her sheltered upbringing had not prepared her for men in any way, especially not the kind of man her uncle was. Confused, she went downstairs, wondering if Uncle John had lied to her... or maybe the showerhead just hadn't worked that morning, but was fixed now. Surely that was it.
Chapter 4
Brenda didn't know how to deal with Uncle John lately. She felt so awkward around him after he'd gotten in the shower with her. After all, he'd not only touched her down there, but he'dlickedher! Somehow that seemed to make it even more indefinably wrong. But she also couldn't shake off how good it had felt... how good her uncle kept making her feel, even though she knew that there was something bad about it.
It was hard for her to relax, even after a couple of days, because she knew that as soon as she did that's when it would happen again.
John was starting to get frustrated that his niece wouldn't relax at all, when one day her vigilant eye actually became her downfall as she tripped over a chair and somehow managed to hit it hard enough to break it.
Wooden splinters were all over the floor as John stood there in surprise. She'd been so busy watching him out of the corner of her eye that she apparently hadn't even noticed that she was about to have a run-in with the chair!
"Oh Brenda," John said, shaking his head. "Come on intothe other room, you know that you can't go around breaking things."
Trembling visibly, Brenda followed her Uncle into the living room, knowing with dread what was about to happen. She looked at the couch, waiting for him to sit, but instead of taking her across his lap, he bent her over the arm of the sofa so that her ass was high in the air and her cheek was resting on the sofa cushion. Then he began to pull down her pants and panties.
"Stop! Uncle John!" she cried out, trying to reach back and cover herself.
"Now, now, dear," he said, "this is your second infraction, so the punishment has to be a little worse. So your spanking is going to be on your bare bottom this time."
Tears trickled down Brenda's cheeks at the indignity of it all, her bottom completely exposed and vulnerable to her uncle, whom she was starting to think was depraved. John let out a low sigh of lust as he looked over her perfect ass and spread pussy. Some of her hair was starting to grow back. Well then, he'd just have to shave her again.
But for now...
Slap!
Brenda squealed. His hand on her bare ass seemed to be so much more painful than the last time when she'd had the protection of her panties.
Smack!
Her ass throbbed as he began to beat it like a drum, making her dance as she tried to get away from the pain. The sofa's firm arm held her in place as she tried to lean forward away from him. Slowly her ass turned a bright pink under his firm slaps, and Uncle John was rubbing his groin with his other hand, massaging his swollen shaft.
After twenty hard spanks he decided that was enough, and he laid his hand gently on her red ass, feeling the heatrising from her abused flesh. Through her sobs, Brenda was just grateful that his hand was gentle and not punishing anymore. Strange feelings were rising in her as he caressed her ass, and she didn't understand how her stomach could be curling with the beginnings of pleasure after he'd just beaten her.
Staring at her reddened heart-shaped ass, Uncle John pulled out his cock and began stroking it hard, digging his fingers into her blazing flesh with his free hand. Brenda let out a low moan as he groped her sore ass, not understanding the low grunts that her uncle was making, but she held still other than slight wriggling as he squeezed her asscheeks.
Creamy white cum sprayed her ass, ropey strands that stood out starkly pale against the red flesh of her bottom.
Brenda didn't know what was falling onto her ass, but since it didn't hurt she didn't care much either... although she suspected it was the same stuff her uncle had sprayed her with in the shower.
Uncle John wanked his dick a few last times, milking every drop from it to decorate his niece's tender butt cheeks.
