He hadn't really been planning on getting head from her already, but something about watching her suck on his fingers had broken his control. He wouldn't make her deep-throat him yet, he just wanted his dick between those innocent lips. He was the first man to invade her mouth and take her in this way, of that he was sure. She had no technique or skill and her eyes were wide and frightened. She made small sucking noises as she tried to please him, without knowing what she was doing.
Uncle John kept trying to push deeper, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag, but he seemed more pleased the more he managed to fit between her lips. It was strange, and her arms were pinned under his legs so she couldn't evenmove to help herself. He was cradling her head with his hands and bringing it to him as he thrust forward with his dick.
Although her technique left much to be desired, John wasn't getting head from his niece so much as he was skull-fucking her. Her warm, wet mouth, completely innocent, and the thought that his juices would be the first she ever swallowed was enough to make his balls tighten. Holding her head up, he thrust his deepest, and felt her struggling beneath him as her mouth began to fill with cum.
"Swallow it," he grunted, pushing deeper. "Swallow all of it!"
Tears filled Brenda's eyes as she tried to gulp, feeling the desperate need to breathe... a need which was keeping her from throwing up as the slightly salty, slightly sweet liquid filled her throat. A little bit trickled out of the side of her mouth because she couldn't swallow fast enough.
Finally Uncle John's firm grip on her head relaxed and she fell back, gasping for breath. Panting slightly himself, Uncle John looked down at her, seeing the little trickle of cum that had escaped her lips. Scooping it up onto his finger, he pushed it into her mouth, making sure that she swallowed his entire load.
"Good girl," he murmured before climbing off of her. Leaning forward he gave Brenda a kiss on the forehead, very softly, almost fatherly, "Good night, sweetheart."
And then he left the very confused girl lying in bed, her nightie still bunched up around her breasts and her panties nowhere to be found.
Chapter 5
The very next night, Brenda climbed into bed, feeling much more relaxed since nothing untoward had happened at all that day. Then, before she could even switch off her light, the door to her bedroom opened and Uncle John was standing there, smiling benignly.
"Uncle John!" she said, a little surprised, pulling her covers up as though her nightie didn't cover her entire body.
"Hello sweetie," he said. "I just came in to wish you good night and to check on you."
"I'm fine," said Brenda uncertainly, smiling her widest and hoping that this would be the end of it.
"No, no," said Uncle John, "I need to check and make sure that you've been keeping up with your hygiene, I promised your mother."
Brenda blushed intensely because of course she hadn't been able to bring herself to shave down there, although she did admire the pouty look of her nether lips. And she'd been very naughty earlier in the shower, touching herself a little bit. But it just felt so good, even though she knew it wasn't supposed to.
As soon as he saw her pink cheeks John knew that she hadn't shaved and his heart leaped in his chest.
"Come on now, pull down the covers and pull up your nightie so I can check on you."
Avoiding his eyes, Brenda slowly lowered the covers. John allowed her to move as slowly as she wanted. It was like a dirty little peep show.
As soon as the covers had passed her thighs he pulled them down and pulled up her nightie. Brenda gasped and tried to push her hands down to cover herself as he yanked down her panties. His dick was hard as a rock in his pants as he stared at the sparse hair that was growing back on her mound.
"Alright, Brenda," he said, his voice slightly hoarse, "let's go to the bathroom."
Obediently, reluctantly, his niece followed him into the bathroom where he made her stand in the shower with her legs spread.
"Really Uncle John," she pleaded, "I can do it myself."
John shook his head as he lathered foam onto her mound. "If you'd done it yourself then you could have, but if you're going to leave it to me I have to make sure you're well taken care of."
Moaning as the razor touched her tender flesh, Brenda closed her eyes as her uncle began to smooth her mound again, foam and hair scraped away delicately. With her eyes closed, she didn't have to look at the embarrassing excitement that was evident in his expression as he stared at her. As always, his tender ticklish touch made her wetten, her body responding to the gentle glide of the razor, her uncle's warm breath on her inner thighs, and the firm hand that was cupping her buttock to hold her in place.
Because he was so close to her, John could smell it immediately when his niece became aroused, her pussy's juicesstarting to leak from her excitement. The pheromones just made his cock twitch even more inside his pants, and he squeezed her buttock a little more firmly, kneading it with his fingers as he finished shaving her mound.
Brenda breathed a sigh of relief as her uncle put the razor down and wiped her clean with a wet cloth. She felt just as naked and exposed, but at least it was over for the moment...
"John?" she asked, her voice uncertain. Surely, they were done.
"I have to make sure you're totally clean." His voice was almost a whisper, and then it firmed. "I have to."
And Brenda gasped as he leaned forward and pressed his face into her pussy, both of his hands going behind her to grasp her young ass and pull her body to him. She instinctively put her hands on his head to keep from falling, shuddering as his tongue slid between her pussy lips. Her hands gripped his hair convulsively with pleasure as he licked along the now-smooth surface of her pussy lips and then slipped between them to taste her juices.
Uncle John pulled away from Brenda long enough to lift her out of the tub and lay her back on the floor, spreading her thighs with his hands. She was reluctant, but not nearly as much as she had been before. His tongue on her pussy had awakened a pressing need for fulfillment. Crouching between her legs, John studied his niece, his eyes taking in every soft curve, noting every place he wanted to touch.
